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CRIMINAL INTENT! Date - April 13th
Venue - Assembly Hall, Champaign, Illinois
Theme: "Victim" by Eighteen Visions
Deadline - 10PM Central Sunday Night
24 Hour Deadline - Yes
We're now rolling into the third pay per view of the year for PWT! This month you can look forward to seeing the titantic clash of Dante Cross and NovaCaine.....Live ONLY in PWT! Ya won't see it anywhere else folks. This match is one that any company on the MSN circuit would die ta have, whether they'll admit it or not. But WE get to bring it to you! And as an added bonus you'll get ta see many of your other favorite PWT stars in action.
Main Event
PWT Heavyweight Title
IronMan Match
Dante (c) vs Nova
(The monumental showdown that everyone has been waiting for! Fans have anticipated this match since Dante signed on the dotted line last September. Well its finally gonna happen! And how more aptly named can the pay per view be than "Criminal Intent"? Tune in to see who come sout on top with teh Heavyweight strap hanging in the balance!)
Femme Fatale Title
Plague (c) vs Ciara Cage?
(Nova has stated that its "Win or Go Home" for Plague. She must successfully defend the Femme fatale championship, or she's apparently out of the clan. But who will be her opponent? All signs are pointing to Ciara Cage, but its not completely set in stone yet) TLC Match
CM vs Wall$treet
(This heated rivalry has been revisited all in an attempt to earn Becca a divorce from Wall$treet. She's tried for a couple months now to secure it, and now her last hope is CM. But can the Southern Heartthrob overcome an opponent he's never beaten? Or will Wall$treet remain unbeaten at CM's hands and still married to Becca Wipwreck?) Peoples Title
Triple Threat
Matlock vs Brandon Marks vs MJ Storm
(This match is a potential show-stealer! Everyone knows Matlock is a dangerous contender when he's focused on something. Brandon Marks is a formerly unproven commodity that is currently proving himself to the fans and the front office. And then ya have the return of MJ Storm, finally having reached a settlement in his lawsuit against PWT. Keep an eye on this one!) Titanium Title
Cage Match
Kim Pain (c) V.S. SA Syko
(So this kid comes into PWT and looks to make a name for himself... What better way to do that then going into combat with a PWT Champion? Over the last month there's been some blows exchanged so this one's a bit heated, but at the end of the night it's about one thing and one thing only... The PWT Titanium Title. Can Kimberly Pain retain in her first title defense or will the new comer take a major step in taking the world by storm? Find out at Criminal Intent.)
Mason Caine (W/Josiah) vs That One Guy
(It all started nearly one month ago when That One Guy accidently elbowed Kimberly Pain in the eye, busting it open. Mason was on the war path for revenge and up until last Week That One Guy was just going with the flow, willing to accept his "just deserts" as he put it. But last week it became equally personal for him when the Monster of the Clan of Caine delivered his brutal finishing move, The Shock Treatment, to Ciara Cage. Tempers are high and both men have a deep seeded desire to avenge the women they love, which means this one is gonna be full of... Criminal Intent.) Backyard Title
Travis McNeil (c) vs Xavier Homicide
(The feud between X-Man & SinDee has been RED HOT folks! But recently SinDee was suspended for nearly taking Melody Sanders out before her career could get off the ground. Travis an SinDee tried to cheat Xavier by giving the Backyard strap to Travis. However it was then announced Travis would make his first defense against Xavier here at Criminal Intent!)
Javen vs Shadow
(The past several weeks have seen Javen make life miserable for Shadow. First he turned Shadow's best friend against him. And since Nosferatu has been workin with Javen to soften up Shadow. Not to mention the fact that Javen has also set Midnight against PWT's Dark Knight. But finally Shadow gets Javen in the ring one on one. Can he make it count?)
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| [ The show opens right after the FBI warning with Lori Anne and Brian Jefferson. "Cable piracy is wrong, and if you steal this show tonight we will come to your house and make you be our friends." "Yeah, so unless you want to be swimming with the fishes....FUGITABOUIT!!" "I thought you said it didn't smell fishy anymore" Lori gives Brian the cold shoulder and runs away [ Brian shrugs smacking himself on the forehead "That’s not what I meant babayyyy..Come on back and I will show ya my spicyyyy meat-a-balll!!" [ Brian chases after Lori and the image cuts to an empty court room with a booming voice cutting over a fading in "Victim" by Eighteen Visions "Tonight is about the guilty being brought to justice" 
"The brave shall stand up for what’s right" 
"The good shall prosper??" 
"While the Evil shall risk perishing for what they want the most" 
"Those that claim condemnation will have their final judgment" 
"The scales of justice will tip here tonight. Will you be GUILTY or NOT GUILTY? 
[ The chair behind the Judge's Stand spins and the best People’s Court Judge of all time Judge Wapner bangs his gavel down..."COURT IS IN SESSION!!" [ The song kicks it up a notch and we go to a live shot inside the sold out Assembly Hall in the heart of Champagne Illinois. The sky cam swoops in over the audience with the pyro exploding in succession down the ramp way and from each of the four corners on the ring. Fecca: "Welcome to Criminal Intent!!!! I'm Bob Fecca and as always I'm joined by the South Beach Fashionista Eddie Styles" Eddie: "I could be wearing a box and be dressed better then these bug eyed buffoons. They think Armani is what Uncle Sam is asking them to join on the posters" Fecca: "Stop that!! We got a great show for you tonight folks, but right now please join us in having a moment of silence for Nikki Black. A life lost will not be forgotten" [ PWT gives another Ten Bell Salute with the Big Screen lighting up with some rare archive footage of Nikki doing an interview years ago. Interviewer: "What is your goal in wrestling Miss Black?" Nikki smiles: "To go out there every night telling a story that the fans will never forget and always hunger for another page of. It’s the greatest job on earth and I'm blessed to be allowed into the fan's minds and their hearts every week. I spend a lot less time in the ring these days, but the passion never dies" [ There are more then a few wet eyes in the crowd when the live shot returns Fecca: "Lets go up to our opening match of the evening" Styles: "What a way to begin a show...The Caine Clan in action" Fecca: "Gives me heartburn just thinking about it." [ Before the match actually gets started we head into a video that recaps the happenings between Shadow and Javen. | |
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| [ The video comes to an end and now its justa bout time for that opening match...
Fecca: Our opening contest of the night is the long awaited face off between Shadow and Javen. Javen has been making Shadow’s life a misery for weeks now and Shadow promises retribution. Styles: I hate to burst your bubble Fecca, but I think the only retribution happening tonight will be Shadow paying for all that talking he did by Javen laying him out. Fecca: …let’s just head down to ringside for the start of the match. Sabrina: The following match is scheduled for one fall. [ "Fist of Rage" by Kid Rock blasts over the speakers as the tron video kicks on for Javen. The fans come alive booing the hell outta CM's lil brother! Finally ole Javen arrives on the scene at the top of the ramp. This sends the fans into an even greater frenzy and he heads down toward the ring. On his way Javen advoids the outstretched hands of the fans before sliding into the ring. He runs up to the middle turnbuckle in a corner an taunts the crowd. Javen then hops down an hops from one foot to the other awaiting his opponent. Sabrina: In the ring now, from the Sulphur Springs Sanitarium by way of Jackson, Tennessee......JAAAAAAAVEN!!!! [ As the fans hear the orchestral opening to "Rebirthing" by Skillet, they fall silent as they know what is coming. As the guitars hit, the fans erupt as they see the blue smokescreen over the curtain. Sabrina: And his opponent, he was born from the darkness within man’s heart, he is SHAAAADOW!!! [ Shadow soon walks out onto the stage and he bangs his head once to flip his hair back. As he walks up the ramp, he smiles and slaps hands with the fans. As he reaches ringside, he removes the chains from his pants and hands them to a couple of his fans. After the fanfare is over with, Shadow hops up onto the apron. He then uses the top rope to slingshot himself and flips over the ropes. Shadow then climbs up to the middle turnbuckle. The expression on his face is pure emotion and love for the people as he raises his hands into the air and takes in the support he is recieving from the fans. As he does this, blue pyro shoots three times out of the four ring posts. Shadow then jumps down to the mat and hops around with energy as he waits for the match to begin. After his music cuts, Shadow and Javen approach one another and get right up face to face. Shadow and Javen are each staring a hole into the eyes of the other. Fecca: This one is a lot more than a friendly competition Eddie. Shadow and Javen each have a score to settle. Shadow wants to punish Javen for everything he did to him and Javen wants to make an example out of Shadow. Javen has openly said that he will not hesitate to call help from the back if Shadow gets the upper hand. You can bet that Javen wants to use Shadow as an example of The Caine Clan’s supremacy. Styles: I don’t say this much Fecca but I completely agree with you. Javen and the rest of The Clan already know they reign supreme. Now, they want to prove that to the rest of the world. [ The opening bell rings and the two men do not move from their positions. Eventually, Shadow does back up and get ready for Javen to strike. The two men circle the ring while facing one another. This continues for a minute or so. Fecca: There is bad blood here and each competitor wants to outdo the other. They are being careful not to strike too soon and be caught off guard. Styles: Shadow couldn’t catch Javen off guard. Javen is too smart for that. [ Eventually Javen lunges toward Shadow and the two men meet in the middle of the ring with a tieup. Javen twists Shadow’s arm around but Shadow front springs out of it and sweeps Javen’s legs. Javen is quickly back to his feet and he bounces back off of the ropes. He flies at Shadow and takes him off of his feet with a lariat. Shadow is quickly to his feet as well and he kicks Javen in the mid section. Shadow grabs Javen’s head looking for the early finisher but Javen drops down to the mat with a Jeff Hardy jawbreaker and Shadow falls to his back. Fecca: You are looking at possibly the two most agile men in PWT. This match will most definitely be fast-paced as that is how these men like it. Styles: They had better be careful not to make it too fast though. One small mistake from haste could cost you the match. [ Javen picks Shadow up by the hair. He whips Shadow across the ropes and leapfrogs him when he comes back. Shadow then slides under Javen’s legs and gives him an atomic drop. While Javen is staggering, Shadow springboards off of the middle rope and lands on Javen with a ploncha. Shadow goes for an early cover. One…Two…Kickout [ Shadow runs to the corner and jumps up to the top turnbuckle. Shadow flies looking for a 450 splash but Javen gets his knees up. Shadow rolls off of him and clutches his mid section in pain. Javen slowly gets to his feet and bounces off of the ropes on the far side of the ring. He comes back and nails Shadow in the side with a baseball slide. Shadow rolls out of the ring under the ropes and hits the floor hard. The referee starts the count. One�?/FONT> Two�?/FONT> Three�?/FONT> Four�?/FONT> [ Javen slides out of the ring and brings the count back to one. He picks Shadow up by the hair and whips him toward the ring post. Shadow reverses it and Javen is the one who eats metal. Shadow picks Javen up and rolls him back into the ring. Shadow jumps up onto the apron and uses the top rope to slingshot him. He does a complete front flip and lands on Javen with an impressive leg drop. Fecca: Impressive maneuver by Shadow. Styles: Javen could have done that too. Fecca: He probably could have Eddie. He is not the one who did though. [ While the announcers were talking, Shadow covered but only got a two count. Shadow picks Javen up and whips him into the corner. Shadow runs at Javen and looks for a splash but Javen manages to get out of the way and Shadow nails his head off of the top turnbuckle. Shadow falls onto his back and Javen goes for the cover. One…Two…Shadow gets his foot on the rope. [ Javen drags Shadow over near the corner and climbs to the top. He lands a diving leg drop then goes for another quick cover. One…Two…Thre…Kickout at the last moment! [ Javen slaps the mat in frustration. He gets up and starts arguing with the ref about the count. As Javen is occupied with the ref, Shadow rolls him up with a school boy pin. One…Kickout [ Javen quickly kicks out. He gets back away from Shadow. Shadow runs at Javen looking for a dropkick but Javen slaps it away. Shadow gets up but gets hit with a hard front dropkick from Javen as he is rising. Shadow falls to the mat. Javen gets in Shadow’s face and starts taunting him. Javen then climbs the the turnbuckle again. Shadow was playing possum a little though as he quickly gets to his feet and springboards off of the middle rope. He dropkicks Javen off of the middle turnbuckle and sends him tumbling outside. Javen is hurt but he makes a motion toward the back and Nosferatu comes running out with a chair in hand. Fecca: What the hell is he doing here?! He isn’t even scheduled to compete tonight! Styles: This is Javen thinking ahead. He said he would have help and here it comes. [ Nosferatu runs up the ramp and slides into the ring. He charges at Shadow and takes a swing but Shadow rolls under it. When Nosferatu turns around, Shadow dropkicks the chair back into his face. This causes the chair to go flying out of the ring and the force makes Nosferatu roll out as well. Fecca: Yes! Shadow manages to fight off the attacker and make this thing even again! Styles: Shadow hit Nosferatu with a chair! Disqualify him ref! Fecca: Nosferatu wasn’t even supposed to be in this match and Shadow made sure he stays out of it! [ Shadow is yelling at Nosferatu to stay outside so he doesn’t notice the fact that Javen is back in the ring. Javen sneaks up behind Shadow and grabs his head. He turns his body for the Javen Effect but Shadow slides out of the ring and out of Javen’s hold. Nosferatu is still out so Javen turns to look at Shadow standing next to his body. Javen keeps his eyes locked on Shadow as Shadow climbs back into the ring. Javen uses his advantage to drive a knee into Shadow’s side. Shadow holds onto the ropes as Javen drives another knee but the ref makes him back off. Shadow pulls himself to his feet and steps forward. Javen runs at him looking for a clothesline but Shadow hooks onto his arm and goes around his back with a crucifix. Rather than hook his other arm and pull him down, Shadow instead hooks Javen’s neck with his legs and pulls his body back around the front side of him and takes him down with a head scissor take down. Javen is quickly back to his feet and Shadow charges him. Shadow jumps up onto his shoulders and takes Javen over with a spinning hurricanrana. Javen gets back up quickly again and Shadow dropkicks him into the ropes. Shadow whips Javen to the other side and then quickly follows him with a clothesline that sends him out and right next to Nosferatu who is now getting up slowly. Fecca: Shadow appears to have new life in this one! Styles: The Clan specializes in ending this kind of thing. Just watch he will get his. [ Nosferatu and Javen both manage to get to their feet. Shadow uses the top rope to slingshot himself and lands across both of them with a corkscrew body attack. All three men are down. The referee starts the count again. Fecca: Oh my god! Shadow just sacrificed his own body to take Nosferatu out of the equation! He may have taken himself and his opponent out as well though! [ The referee is at thee when Fecca stops talking. Shadow is up and rolling into the ring by this time. Shadow gets in then back out to break the count then picks Javen up and rolls him into the ring. Shadow then slides into the ring under the ropes and covers Javen. One…Two…Kickout! [ Shadow picks Javen up but Javen lays a chop into Shadow’s chest. Then he fires off chop after chop until Shadow is back in the corner. He takes Shadow’s head into his hands and climbs up to the middle turnbuckle. Javen then pushes off and spins for a tornado DDT. He covers Shadow. One…Two…Kickout! [ Javen picks Shadow up by the hair. He tries to whip Shadow to the ropes but Shadow reverses it and tries a spinning wheel kick when Javen comes back. Javen manages to duck the kick and Shadow kicks the ref instead. Shadow hits Javen with the kick when he comes back. Shadow then goes over and tries to revive the ref. Nosferatu is up now as well and he slides into the ring. Fecca: No! Now that the ref is out, Javen and Nosferatu are going to take advantage! Styles: You’re damn right they are! That is what makes them better than Shadow! [ When Shadow stands up, Nosferatu takes him to the mat hard with a spear. Javen walks over and covers him. Nosferatu drags the ref over to count. One�?/FONT> Fecca: No! Not like this! Two�?/FONT> Fecca: No! Three.. [ …No! Shadow kicks out at the last second! Fecca: Yes! Come on Shadow get up! [ The crowd starts to chant so loud that it fills the entire arena. "Shadow! Shadow! Shadow! Shadow! Shadow!" [ Nosferatu, who is outside now, yells at them to shut up. They don’t listen though. The chanting continues as Javen picks Shadow up by the hair. Shadow breaks Javen’s grip by punching him in the mid section. Shadow then runs to the opposite side the gets out onto the apron. He jumps up to the top rope and springboards looking for a hurricanrana but Javen side steps him. Javen goes for a quick flip splash but Shadow rolls away from it. Both men get up and face one another. Shadow chops Javen and goes for a whip to the corner but Javen reverses it and charges after him looking for a quick follow up. Shadow runs up the turnbuckle though and tries a moonsault. Javen dropkicks Shadow as he is coming down and Shadow falls to the mat in pain. Fecca: Whether you love Javen or you hate him, it takes some excellent accuracy to hit a dropkick like that. [ Javen drags Shadow to the middle of the ring and springboards off of the middle rope with a moonsault. After landing on him, Javen picks Shadow up by the hair and turns him around. Then he grabs Shadow’s head. | |
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| Styles: If Javen nails the Javen Effect, this one is over. Fecca: I normally disagree with you but after the hellacious match we have seen, I think you’re right. [ Javen is about to turn but Shadow grabs his arm to prevent this. Shadow then pushes up and flips over Javen so that Shadow now has Javen’s head. Javen grabs Shadow’s arm in a similar fashion and Shadow struggles to break his grip. Fecca: What a reversal! [ Nosferatu climbs up onto the apron but at the same time he does, Christian Michaels comes flying over the barricade from the crowd. Fecca: It’s Christian Michaels! Bah gawd business is about to pick up! Styles: What?! Get him out of here! Security! [ Nosferatu’s attention then focuses on CM. He runs at CM looking for a spear but CM side steps him. CM turns his head back to look at him after. When Nosferatu turns around, he gets his teeth kicked down his throat by The Redneck Superhero. Nosferatu is out to say the least so CM rolls him out of the ring. CM then slides out himself and starts slapping the mat to encourage Shadow. Fecca: And just like that, The Redneck Superhero has saved the day again! Nosferatu is now out of this match! [ Javen pushes up in a similar way that Shadow did and flips over him and he now has Shadow by the head again. Styles: Drop him Javen! C’mon! [ Shadow grabs Javen’s arm and reverses the hold again by flipping over him. Fecca: Who will be standing when this ends?! [ Javen grabs Shadow’s arm and pushes up again, but this time Shadow punches Javen in the chest. Not hard enough to knock him to the mat, but hard enough to push him back down. Shadow then turns before Javen can grab his arm again and drops him with the reverse Twist of Fate. Christian Michaels is going crazy on the outside. "Pin him Shadow! Pin him!" Fecca: YES! Fatality! Shadow won that exchange! Pin him son! Styles: No! This can’t be happening! [ Shadow does as everyone around him is saying and pins Javen. The ref is alert now so he runs over to make the count. One…Two…Three! Fecca: Yes! He did it! Bah gawd he did it! Shadow has beaten Javen and upheld his honor! Styles: If Christian Michaels hadn’t interfered, this wouldn’t have happened! Fecca: And if Nosferatu hadn’t interfered, Christian Michaels wouldn’t be out here! [ "Rebirthing" by Skillet blasts over the PA system as CM slides into the ring with Shadow. Sabrina: Here is your winner, SHAAAADOW!!! [ The Redneck Superhero and The Dark Knight high five and celebrate in the ring. CM then joins the referee in raising Shadow’s arm. Shadow jumps up onto the turnbuckle and points out at the crowd. The "Shadow" chants start again as Shadow jumps down. Shadow and CM exit the ring and walk back up the ramp. Shadow shakes and slaps the fans�?hands as he does so. He even signs an autograph near the top of the ramp. Shadow and CM pose for the fans one last time before heading to the back through the curtain. Javen and Nosferatu are starting to come to and they do not look happy as they watch Shadow and CM leave the area. [ The scene shifts backstage where Matt Matlock is seen entering the arena. He's got his gear in a duffle bag slung over his shoulder. The Cornered Animal making his way down the hall until he stops at an open door. We're talking right in the middle of taking a step he comes to a halt. The cameras follow Matlock in as he walks into the room. Matlock: Oh.....My......God....... [ He's in awe at the fifty-inch flat-screen high-def television mounted to the wall. And hooked up to this wonderous television is a Nintendo Wii! And holy shit weasals there's a copy of the latest Super Smash Bros game on top of it! We can actually see a single tear form in the corner of Matlock's left eye an roll down his cheek. Matlock: Its....Its like someone left a little piece of heaven here for me... [ Matlock doesn't notice the movement behind him, but the camera does. It focuses on MJ Storm standing in the doorway. He's got a chair in his hand and is ready to bash in Matlock's skull. But he notices how mesmerized Matt is by the Wii and lowers the chair. Quietly the calculating MJ Storm slips out of the room, locking the door behind him. And we fade to another backstage area... | |
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| [ We can see three people walking towards a destination that is currently unknown right now. They finally get to the door and stop the head of the group knocking. It takes a few minutes a few curse words and a few heart beats for the door to open with SinDee standing there her face a little flushed her hair slightly messy, Travis hops around behind her pulling up his tights. SinDee:" What are YOU doing here?!" Dallas: "I am here to inform you of some changes made to Travis�?match tonight" [ Her eyes fire up as she looks at him poking her finger into his chest SinDee: "Then since you’re not here to revoke my suspension, leave!" Dallas: "I am sorry Miss Davis, however if you give me a moment to explain considering Travis defends his title in a few moments" [ SinDee crosses her arms obviously not amused SinDee: "Go on" [ Dallas clears his throat remembering she didn’t like it when he suspended her, she was definitely not going to allow this Dallas: "Considering you are suspended from actively competing in a Professional Wrestling Today wrestling ring, we notice that you still tend to get active in matches. To combat this instead of banning you from ringside, we have an alternate way to go" SinDee: "Which is?" Dallas: "Let me allow the head of security Marcus Johnson to explain and introduce." [ Now Dallas wasn’t stupid he moved out of the way allowing Marcus to take the fall on this. The cocky son of a bitch steps forwards a shit eating grin on his face Marcus: "Now don’t get me wrong here lady, I like the way you move the way you dress�?We just can’t have suspended stars doing what they normally do. So I want you to meet a close friend of mine. His name is Jimmy King and the two of you are set to be extremely close by the end of the night" [ Finally Travis has his pants up and grabs his belt heading over to try calm his ever pissed off fiancé Travis: "What are you getting at dirt bag?" Marcus: "So SinDee cannot get involved, Jimmy put his hand up to have the ever so delightful SinDee handcuffed too him for the entire match" [ Her eyes widen, her body tenses SinDee: "You have got to be freaking kidding me right?!" [ Marcus shakes his head Marcus: "It’s that or don’t go to ring side at all" [ She all but screams and pushes passed him Jimmy quickly following behind the duo as they head towards the gorrilla curtain. However before they can get too much further SinDee screams as Xavier comes out of no where taking Travis into the wall and laying into him. Jimmy takes the opportunity to cuff her to him sending an apologetic look as she struggles to help Travis who is trying to fight off Xavier. The refs come from all areas but the bell sounds as the tron flickers to life with the action for the crowd. They seemed to be pumped noticing the action started backstage in a match that really has no rules. Travis quickly brings his knee up causing Xavier to fall down to his knees only to have his face slammed down onto Travis�?knee. He grabs him all but dragging him along to a door before slamming his head against it. Xavier tries fighting back but it doesn’t last long. SinDee out of normalcy tries getting involved only to have the cuff stop her. She scowls as she looks at Jimmy who is currently all smug about everything. The action is continuing out through the crowds, SinDee high tailing it out to the ramp watching as Xavier and Travis fight down the stairs leading to the mid way down when a fan tries getting in on the action, security run to intervene but Travis and Xavier turn and punch the idiot who was trying to hit them. Finally security pulls him away as they continue slamming fists and forearms into the other. Travis almost loses his footing but grabs the rail to keep himself up, his eyes travel to a greatly built blonde who has a cup of beer in her hand, with a wink Travis grabs it and throws it into Xavier’s face, he in turn grabs something from a fan and throws it at Travis, causing his jacket to get covered in Nacho’s Fecca: "Go Xavier" Styles: "Please this isn’t a god damned food fight, look at him staining Trav’s clothing like a child" [ They continue battling it down the stairs until Xavier lands a kick to Travis sending the champion flying down the stairs and SinDee looking on in horror unable to do a damn thing. 
[ Xavier starts walking down the stairs a smirk on his face until one fan reaches out slipping him something Xavier looks down at the slap jack as he heads down the stairs. SinDee is trying in vain to get close enough to the rail to try warn Travis of what is happening but she can’t budge from her spit thanks to the cuff length running out instead she tries screaming at him trying to gain his attention as he stands taking off his jacket. He turns to throw it at Sin and boom! Xavier hits him over the back of the head causing the champion to crumble to the ground. Xavier looks at SinDee smirking as he motions for the belt she is holding and in return he gets her flipping him off. Fecca: "Pin him dammit stop concentrating on her!" Styles: "Looks like Xavier wants SinDee in more ways then one." [ Finally Xavier lowers himself into a pinning predicament hooking Travis�?leg as best as he can given the circumstances and the crowd in the way. The ref jumps the rail and gets into position to count. [ One…Two..THR�?A fan jumps into the mix and all but breaks the pin by dropping an elbow on Xavier causing SinDee to grin and shout. Xavier turns his attention on the fan only to get punched in the face, but the fan doesn’t get off easy, Xavier turns and fights back until we find out that the fan is TNA’s Scott D’Amore! Fecca: "What is HE doing here?!" Styles: "Well he does train them, he’s responsible for getting SinDee into TNA. My guess is he wanted too see Travis live" Fecca: "This is wrong now he gets other people to help him cheat when his girlfriend can’t?!" Styles: "It’s not cheating technically Xavier cheated first with the weapon that a fan gave him, now he doesn’t get yelled at by you, but when someone like Travis and SinDee do it, it’s automatically cheating?" Fecca: "Oh shut up!" Styles: "You just hate the fact I am right and you are wrong" Fecca: "They are still fighting security is doing nothing to stop this" Styles: "Oh and Sin would take offence; she is his fiancée not girlfriend" Fecca: "Same difference" [ Styles rolls his eyes watching as Scott finally gets pulled away from Xavier and no doubt promptly thrown out of the building. Travis has finally made it over the guard rail, taking the moment to talk to SinDee checking to make sure Jimmy hadn’t hurt her when he placed the cuffs on her. Getting the okay and a kiss from his fiancé Travis turns his attention back to Xavier; he reaches down as Xavier comes over the rail and swiftly pulls out his extending baton before throwing his arm around Xavier from behind and choking him with the weapon. SinDee looks on jumping up and down with glee as she watches Xavier struggle against Travis which only makes it that much worse then before. SinDee heads towards the announcers table and since she’s moving away from the action Jimmy all but follows her watching as she throws Fecca from his seat and places herself in it, sliding the headset on she grins. Styles: "Let’s welcome to the table Miss SinDee" SinDee: "Thank you Styles, ya know my man is doing a marvelous job out there" Styles: "I have to ask, did you know Scott was in the crowd?" [ SinDee fakes a damn good shocked expression SinDee: "I had no clue, before the match started I didn’t know I was gonna be cuffed to the baboon on my arm, let alone if his trainer was in the crowd. Obviously Scott worked on his own accord, I am upset you would even consider asking me" Styles: "I knew you weren’t involved but Fecca couldn’t shut up about it" SinDee: "Well Fecca can’t get laid like us cool people can�?Oh look a black man turning blue!" [ Styles just laughs as Travis heads their way, a slightly sleeping Xavier in his arms still being choked out. Travis tosses SinDee his baton watching as she flicks it closed for him Styles: "Now you two work well together" SinDee: "Of course we do fool, we love each other we know each other Ohhh stairs!" [ Xavier lands directly over them after Travis scooped slammed him; the pain in his back now shoots through his body as he tries moving only to have a chair slam down into his chest cutting off his oxygen once again. SinDee: "God damn this is turning me on.. Come on baby give it to me�?I mean him.. Yeah give it to him" Styles: "Woo calm down honey and breath, that’s it fan yourself, have some water.. Oh my god!" [ SinDee watches in horror as Xavier fights to his feet kicking the chair in Travis�?face before spearing him into the guard rail separating them from the fans causing it to break and bust. SinDee is to her feet but again can’t go far she watches as Xavier lets loose on Travis even grabbing the bell and smashes it into his face causing Travis to blank out. SinDee struggles to get over there even going as far as trying to break the chain cuff holding her she can only watch as Xavier goes for a pin until she gets an idea. Calling out his name Xavier looks only to be met with a sight he thought he more then likely would never see, her breasts. Yes people, she is that concerned about Travis she flashed his opponent just to stop the pin and hey guess what monkeys it worked! Xavier’s eyes are planted where the rest of the crowd eyes are currently planted, the backstage workers hurry to get a black bar placed over her. It takes a few minutes for it to sink into Xavier what was happening and that’s all it took. One of the crew members had poured water onto Travis�?face allowing him to slightly wake up from his cat nap he however plays possum as Xavier finally pins him now that her tits were away. One…Two…KICK OUT! [ Travis slams his shoulder up breaking the count SinDee sits back down watching with a grin on her face Styles: "Dallas is going to hate you" SinDee: "He said I couldn’t do what I normally do, now do I normally do that?!" Styles: "No you don’t which is why I find it a little shocking." [ SinDee shrugs and watches as Xavier and Travis battle outside of the ring right in front of her and the fans. As Xavier looks over she scowls and flips him off Xavier: "You know you want me" SinDee: "Like I want a hole in my head, piss off wanker!" [ Xavier tosses Travis into the ring and takes his time getting in, instead he pulls up the ring apron and starts digging around, first out comes a kendo stick, followed by a trash can and a trash can lid which all get tossed into the ring. He quickly rolls in grabbing the lid and as Travis gets up and turns he is taken back down to one knee with a shot to the head, only to have him reach out and low blow Xavier causing him to drop the lid and buckle. Getting to his feet and mustering all of his energy Travis grabs Xavier and lands a double armed DDT causing his head to slam into the canvas, rolling him over he goes for the pin. One…Two…KICK OUT! | |
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| [ Xavier manages to get his shoulder up stopping the count from continuing. Xavier is the first to roll out of the ring, soon followed by Travis, they start trading blows Xavier goes to whip Travis into the stairs but Travis manages to reverse it and bang, Xavier ends up eating the steel pole. With him knocked out the crowd starts going nuts as Shauna comes charging down, she slips something to SinDee when Jimmy isn’t looking and checks on Travis giving him the winners grin. Travis grabs a chair from under the ring and gets ready to go a swinging when Shauna stops him by grabbing the chair. Travis looks at her a deathly glare in his eyes Travis: "What in the HELL do you think you are doing?" Shauna: "You’ve hurt him enough just pin him!" [ Travis shakes his head and pushes Shauna away before going to swing again but before he can Xavier shakes the cobwebs and drop kicks the chair into Travis�?face, at the same time you see SinDee digging her nails into something and BOOM! Powder into the eyes of Jimmy. 
[ With him dazed she quickly flicks Travis�?baton and smack! Takes out his knee. Shauna comes crawling over the pair searching for the key. SinDee looks up noticing Xavier going for the pin fall. SinDee: "Stop him Shauna!" [ Shauna looks over as the ref’s hand comes down for the one count, thinking on her feet she grabs the chair and swings letting it fall onto the back of Xavier’s head, the sinister smirk on SinDee’s face is priceless as she finally frees herself from the cuff situation. SinDee: "Come on Trav baby!" [ The ref pulls Shauna away from Xavier as SinDee drops to her knees in front of Travis trying to wake him up from his nap. Finally she does and gets him into the ring, Xavier is soon to follow with the chair Travis tried taking him out with. He sets it up in the middle of the ring and turns looking at Travis. Styles: "It looks like Xavier is going to try finish Travis up" Fecca: "Good and thankfully I have my chair back now" Styles: "SinDee was more fun then you, she sees it from my point of view" Fecca: "Do I even want to know what you guys said?" Styles: "�? Fecca: "Thought so" [ Travis is still in the corner struggling to get his breath back and get the cobwebs gone when Xavier clotheslines him keeping him out of it. As Travis comes back a little and charges at him Xavier goes for a drop toe hold onto the chair, however Travis manages to get his arms out and blocks the blow before elbowing Xavier in the head as he stumbles to his feet. Grabbing Xavier Travis pulls him to his feet only to get a few chops from Xavier and suddenly gets thrown into the ropes, as he comes off Xavier makes the mistake of bending over, getting ready to back body drop Travis but he stops and plants a boot to Xavier’s chest. With Xavier dazed Travis comes off the ropes landing a rubbing knee lift to the head when Xavier’s head comes up from the force Travis wastes no time in grabbing him from behind and lands a hard snap neckbreaker onto the chair which all but knocks Xavier out cold. Smirking and oozing confidence Travis is to his feet and blows a kiss to SinDee before grabbing Xavier and sets him up for The Deal Breaker. Landing it Travis quickly pins him SinDee is standing at the apron clapping as the ref slides into position. One…Two…Three! [ The bell sounds as SinDee rolls into the ring the pair embracing and kissing as the ref grabs the title. SinDee snatches it from him and makes a show of handing Travis the title and raising his hand Sabrina: "Here is your winner and STILL the PWT BackYard champion�?Travis McNeil!" [ You can see Shauna slide into the ring checking on Xavier, ma7ybe she had a change of heart after the chair shot? Her expression soon changes and you see her spit in his face before screaming something at him. The looks on SinDee and Travis�?face are ecstatic, their plan had worked. SinDee motions for the mic and just grins. Grabbing Shauna’s hand she leads the young interviewer into the middle of the ring. SinDee: "Shauna, you know you have really come into your own babe. But unfortunately there is still one thing wrong with you" [ Shauna looks a little worried, she kinda doesn’t like where this is going SinDee: "See babe, I wanted to see how you would react to the news of Xavier and Summer, so I created a lie, well I don’t know if it is a lie or not, but as far as I know they didn’t do anything. Ya see Shauna, the lesson you need to learn my love is this�?No matter how good you taste, someone is out to get you." [ Before Shauna knows what is happening she is knocked out by a hard kick from SinDee very similar to CM’s You Just Got Whapped kick. Travis drops to his knees looking at SinDee as if he is gonna abuse her until he smirks and winks. He crawls between Shauna’s legs, all but humping her while she is out cold SinDee: "See Shauna, you were good I admit it thing is I admit the fact you were a pawn in a game that is now�?OVER. There is no more Xavier in the BackYard division, there is no more Shauna in my bed and I couldn’t be better off you think you can come into my house and take my shit? No bitch it doesn’t work like that! You were so stupid to think we could actually love you, you were stupid to think we actually wanted you when in reality we wanted to see what Xavier would do, if he would come to your rescue but instead he got with another bitch. You served your purpose, now I am done with you and so is Travis. Baby, show her what we do with trash" [ Travis gets to his feet and pulls a lifeless Shauna up with him before boom! She gets taken down by The Deal Breaker. Adding more insult to injury Travis arranges Xavier’s lifeless body over hers in a less then flattering position. 
(imagine folks. imagine)
SinDee: "See ya around sweets" [ With a wink the king and queen of sin exit the ring leaving the crowd throwing whatever they can at the duo. | |
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| [ Well while the ring crew cleans up some of the garbage, an Xavier an Shauna leave the ring, we go to a video to recap how we got to Mason...er Malice vs That One Guy. An once that ends, its time for TOG to possibly end. [ The lights flicker and then fade to black as Josiah's voice comes over the sound system "Reach out and touch faith" followed by the skin crawling cackling of the Righteous Reverend. Beautiful People by Marilyn Manson begins to play throughout the arena to the boos of the audience as a giant upside down cross appears on the big screen covered in blood it ignites into flames with the words shooting across the screen....YOU WILL BELIEVE... [ Mason appears on the stage the heavy steel chain wrapped around his neck with Father Josiah and Kim Pain following behind him. Sabrina: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for ONE FALL! Introducing first, from Sulphur Springs Sanitarium�?weighing in at an astounding 385 lbs�?the Caine Monster, MAAAAASOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNN CAAAAAAIIIIiiiinnneee�?/FONT> [ The Master of Mayhem stalks to the ring and climbs in over the top ropes waiting for his opponent as Father Josiah gives him the last minute words of wisdom and Kim does her best to ignore the wolf whistles from the fans. Fecca: This one could get ugly, and fast. Styles: There’s nothing quite like a good old fashioned grudge match involving juicy women. Fecca: And you better believe Mason Caine is one to take any harm to his precious Kimberly personally. Being as unstable as he is, I’m expecting Mason to really take things to the next level like when he fiendishly slammed Ciara Cage! Styles: He’s a Caine, Bob. They’re all about taking it to the next level. [ "Remember the Name" by Fort Minor blasts over the PA as the fans are on their feet anticipating the next entrance. The curtain moves and out from behind it steps That One Guy. Sabrina: And the opponent�?from Grand Island, New York�?weighing in at 245 lbs�?TEEEEEE. OOOOHHHH. GEEEEEE!!! [ That One Guy climbs the steal stairs and enters between the second and third ropes. He extends his arms in a pose similar to Raven and Tommy Dreamer. Fecca: It seems TOG is staying strong on not letting Ciara come down to the ring with him. Styles: How selfish! We want to look at her too! Fecca: On the contrary, it’s anything but selfish! While Mason has come out here with two people in his corner, vintage Clan, TOG is keeping Ciara’s best interests at heart as she has a career changing match later tonight! Styles: That’s the difference between a self-righteous prick like TOG and people who will be successful here at Criminal Intent! Why be noble and lose when you can have people watching your back? Fecca: TOG has shown us on many occasions that he has what it takes to take it to even the best in the business, and the heart to fight through all kinds of adversity. TOG just might be able to pull it off once again! Styles: Just like how Ric Flair might win one more championship! Oh wait!! He got his ass handed to him then got fired. Might be a bit of a problem. Fecca: Leave me and my romantic view of wrestling be�?/FONT> [ The referee calls for the bell and the match gets under way. TOG gets in a stance and waits to react to whatever Mason might do. However, Mason is doing little more than staring at TOG with malice in his eyes. TOG decides to go on the offense and cautiously inches closer to Mason. He gets close enough to tie up and tries for it, but Mason gives him a big boot right to the face out of no where. Mason lifts him from the floor like he weighs little to nothing then rests him on his shoulder so TOG’s stomach is facing the ceiling. Mason turns toward the middle of the ring and starts to fall forward to slam TOG, but TOG shifts his weight and gets enough distance to hit a bulldog instead. TOG quickly applies pressure on Mason’s left wrist, but all this does is slow Mason down before Mason pulls TOG in for a short-arm clothesline. Styles: Brutal!! [ TOG practically bounces off the mat from the impact, and ends up merely sitting down. Mason kneels down behind him and wraps his arms around TOG’s neck. TOG struggles with vigor, but Mason holds strong, even picks TOG off the floor and holds him by his neck in the air. TOG’s legs kick as he tries desperately to loosen Mason’s death grip. The referee tells Mason to let go of the hold, then starts up the count when Mason ignores him. Mason chucks TOG toward the ropes at 4, which gets TOG slightly tangled up in them. Kim hops up on the apron on the opposite side of the ring to point something out to the ref while Josiah cracks TOG’s skull with his cane which causes the crowd to erupt in boos. Mason picks him up again, and this time presses him over his head. He tosses him directly vertical, then lets TOG land on his extended knee. Fecca: You can sense the pure hatred coming from Mason. He truly wants to hurt TOG! [ Mason grabs TOG to lift him again, but TOG comes back desperately with right hands to Mason’s midsection. The crowd gets behind him with every punch. TOG works his way up to Mason’s head, and even pushes him back against the ropes. TOG leans in with Mason to allow the ropes to help TOG whip Mason across the ring. Mason bounces off the ropes on the other side, then TOG tries to hit a swinging neckbreaker on his rebound, but didn’t quite have enough momentum to finish the move. They stand at a stalemate halfway through the move, their backs to each other. Mason shows off pure power once again by lifting TOG from behind him and over his head. TOG’s eyes show shock and slight terror as he hopelessly dangles over Mason’s head. Mason walks toward a corner, then falls and throws TOG into it, making him bounce off violently. Mason manages to catch TOG before he hit the ground, then lifts him once again for a powerbomb. Mason hesitates a bit in order to get in good position, which gives TOG time to start throwing punches while on Mason’s shoulders. Mason looks like he still might pull the move off, so TOG starts to hammer away quicker and with more power. He finally does get Mason off-balance and manages to land in good position to mount and assault. Mason does his best to avoid the punches, even reaches up to try and grab TOG’s head, but TOG is feeling the adrenaline and isn’t letting up. Mason eventually manages to land a massive blow back at TOG, which make him dizzy for a few split seconds. TOG shakes it off and continues before Mason could do much more, but not fast enough before Mason landed another massive blow, knocking TOG well off of him. TOG shakes it off again and gets to his feet. He runs toward the ropes hoping to catch Mason off-guard, but Kim is there to catch his foot and trip him up. This gives Mason time to get in close and grab him. TOG does his best to struggle, but Mason’s merely twice his size. Fecca: Things seem rather hopeless for TOG! Mason has size, AND numbers on TOG! [ Mason headbutts TOG, then does it again, and again, and again, and again until TOG starts seeing stars. Mason, with TOG’s arms trapped, lifts him up, then flips him over and slams him down again. Styles: Wha’d I tell you? There’s no way TOG’s coming out with the win. [ Mason smells the end and stalks TOG, waiting for him to get up with his own power. After he does so, Mason moves in and lifts him up for his Shock Treatment but TOG’s legs get loose and he manages to spin back onto his feet, then hit a DDT. He quickly covers him�?/FONT> 1!.. 2!.. Mason kicks out with so much power it flings TOG off of him. Fecca: TOG trying his luck with the pin there, but it doesn’t look like a victory here will be anything short of a miracle! [ TOG is close enough to the ropes for Josiah to grab him and pull him out of the ring. TOG kicks Josiah in the stomach then drops him with a dropkick before Josiah could do anything. Kim makes her way to TOG, but the referee threatens her if she got involved. TOG gets back into the ring where Mason was pretending to be taking his time getting up. Mason pops up before TOG could react and levels him with a vicious clothesline. Mason drags TOG toward a corner, then starts to climb�?/FONT> Fecca: Mason’s going to fly?? Styles: This is going to be big!! One way or the other! [ Mason reaches the very top turnbuckle, then yells at the fans before launching himself as well as a big man can, with all of his weight prone to land on TOG with the pull of gravity. TOG moves out of the way at the last possible second, making Mason bounce a bit before sprawling out on his stomach. TOG scrambles to capitalize, and grabs Mason’s legs for a simple submission, turning Mason over to his back. He has the hold in strong, but it doesn’t seem to be doing too great a damage so TOG ditches it and makes his way over to the same corner Mason had just jumped off of as fast as he can. He practically leaps up onto the middle turnbuckle, then leaps off and lands a fist right on Mason’s masked face. Styles: Hitting a mask with that much force has to hurt TOG as much, if not more than it would Mason! Fecca: As true as that might be, it appears to be doing the job! [ TOG quickly goes back to the corner and does it again. Mason flops from the impact, then TOG goes up to do it a third time. Mason finds a second wind and catches TOG in the corner before TOG could hit the fist drop again. Mason’s right hand is around TOG’s throat as he lifts from the turnbuckle and chokeslams him toward the middle of the ring. Mason stands up to grab TOG again, but TOG moves towards his legs and rolls him into a pinning combination. Fecca: Another pin! Out of no where! Just as all hope was beginning to fade! Styles: "Beginning"??
1!.. 2!.. Mason sits up with TOG still on his chest, and he’s pissed off. [ Mason explodes to his feet, holding TOG perpendicular to him. Mason squats a bit, then lifts TOG onto his shoulders in position for the torture rack. Mason cracks TOG a couple of times, before sitting out and landing his vicious Shock Treatment. Mason covers�?/FONT> 1!.. 2!.. 3!!! [ The crowd boos like crazy while Josiah and Kim get into the ring. Kim walks over to congratulate Mason while Josiah yells at Mason to show no mercy. The crowd erupts in boos as Mason picks up the limp TOG�?/FONT> Fecca: The match is over dammit!! You won! Leave him be!! Styles: You can’t say you didn’t expect this to happen�?/FONT> [ The boos change to cheers as Ciara Cage is running down the ring with a chair�?/FONT> Styles: Where does she think she’s going with that?? [ She slides into the ring, and puts all her power into a swing on Mason, who takes the hit. When Mason hardly budges, Ciara starts to think this wasn’t the best idea in the world. However, it’s Kim that grabs Malice and convinces him that it’s not worth it. The Caine Clan takes their time getting out of the ring�?/FONT> Fecca: The Clan’s leaving her alive? Styles: They’re probably just saving her for later. [ Either way, Ciara looks rather grateful. She drops the chair and goes over to help TOG as the cameras fade to the backstage area. | |
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| [ Backstage again and this time we find ourselves in the locker roomf or the faces, aka the good guys. CM is doin some squats getting ready for his match in just a lil while. But he stops as into the room walks Becca Wipwreck-McCallister. She smiles warmly at her ex-boyfriend turned mortal enemy turned friend. Becca: Hi Chris, how ya doin? CM: Good. Becca: Good. [ Becca looks down at the floor for a moment before lookin back up at CM. Becca: Look, I know that the past few years we haven't been the best of friends. And you could've very easily left me to wallow in this situation I got myself into.....But you've gone above an beyond, willing to put your body on the line like this for me.....I just want you to know how much I appreciate it Chris. [ She leans in an gives the Southern Heartthrob a kiss on the cheek. Becca: Good luck tonight. [ Becca waves and then leaves the room. And we're headed to ringside for the next match. [ The lights begin to flicker red as "Nothing To Lose" by Operator begins to play over the pa system which prompts the crowd to boo loudly. Then on the tron, the opening verse and some appear there. "Yeah honey, you've been trippin'
Are you ready? Don't give a fuck
'Coz you've got nothing to lose now, baby, got it on Who says you don't want it? Can't take it
If you've really got nothing to lose now, baby, got it on
Never realized the pain you caused inside
It's easy every time When you've got nothing to lose, baby, you got it on
When you've got nothing to lose then, baby, you got it on Yeah, honey, aren't you ready? Don't you get it?
Even if you've got nothing to lose out, baby, get it on
Never realized the pain you caused inside
It's easy every time" [ M.J. walks through the black curtain and stands on the stage with a big cocky smirk on his face as he raises up his arms and red fireworks shoot up from the stage. He then begins to make his way down the ramp with a little bit of a strut as Sabrina announces him. Sabrina: "Making his way to the ring, from Madison, Wisconsin, weighing in at two hundred and fifty-six pounds, M.J. Storm!!!!!!" [ M.J. reaches the bottom of the ramp and slides into the ring by going underneath the bottom rope. He hops to his feet and dusts himself off as he heads towards the turnbuckle which he climbs up. He raises his arms up in the air, to get the crowd to boo once more. He then hops down and sits in the corner, waiting for the match to get underway. "Just Lose It" by Eminem hits on the P.A system and Brandon Marks burst through the curtain with his signature lollie pop in his mouth. The lights dim and the spot light is put on Brandon Marks and when the song hits the chorus Brandon Marks starts to do the "whiteboy" as the crowd chants "go go go". [ Marks realizes he is on camera and stops dancing and looks toward the camera takes the lollie out of his mouth and shrugs. Tossing the lolle over his shoulder he continues dow the ramp taking pictures and signing autographs. At the end of the ramp Brandon Maks slides in the ring and hops on the TB and sits down looking toward the ramp. As he waits he takes a lollie out of his back pocket and starts to pick off the pocket lint,so he can get to the chewy center. Sabrina: "In the ring, from Candy Land, weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds, "The Candy Man" Brandon Marks!!!!! [The referee takes the People's Championship belt and holds it high up in the air, signifying that the match is for the PWT People's Championship. He hands it to Sabrina as Sabrina gets out of the ring as the bell gets called for and rang. M.J. and Brandon meet up in the center of the ring as M.J. begins to talk smack while Brandon sucks on his lollie, not really caring what M.J. has to say. It infuriates M.J. who turns around and then comes back around with a swinging backfist to Marks which pops out his lollie and staggers Brandon back a few steps. M.J. then grabs him, whipping him to the ropes which Brandon hits and comes back off and M.J. grabs his arm, taking him down with an arm drag. M.J. quickly follows it up with a nice little elbow drop. M.J. then goes over to the ropes and taunts the crowd, talking smack with some of the people in the front row. When he turns around, he comes to catch a kick from Brandon which makes M.J. smirk but then Brandon brings up his other leg and takes M.J. down with a nice Enziguri. M.J. goes down, holding onto the side of the head. Brandon takes a couple steps back, letting M.J. get to a knee as he comes off with a nice low roundhouse kick which takes M.J. back down. He takes the opportunity to make a quick pin attempt, 1......2..M.J. shoots the shoulder up.] Fecca: Eddie it looks like this match is going to be fast-paced from the word go! My word what a kick there by Brandon Marks. He almost won the Peoples title right there. Styles: It also looks like no one could drag Matlock away from his Wii-Wii either. [Brandon gets up, helping M.J. up to his feet and throwing a knee to the gut of M.J. and M.J. doubles over. Brandon takes one of M.J.'s arms and puts it over his head as he lifts him up for a Suplex but then drops him down with a Neckbreaker. M.J. hits the mat hard, boucing up off of it as Brandon then sets him up into a sitting position. Brandon runs to the ropes, bounces off of them and hits M.J. with a low dropkick, taking M.J. down again. He takes a chance to make another pin attempt, 1.......2...kick out by M.J. Brandon then gets up as he Scoop Slams M.J. in front of one of the turnbuckles. Brandon taunts the crowd a little, as they are totally behind him right now. He goes through the ropes and climbs up on the turnbuckle. He comes off the turnbuckle, going for a 450 splash on M.J. when at the last possible second, M.J. rolls out of the way, which makes Brandon crash and burn.] Fecca: And that's why moves like that are called high-risk ladies and gentlemen. Sometimes they're going to pay off, but other times....like that one.....They don't pay off. Unfortunately for Brandon this will put MJ Storm right back in the driver's seat to win this match. Styles: What's so unfortunate about that? You know MJ's paid his dues here in PWT. I think its time we start showing the guy some respect. Fecca: Says the man MJ handed a wad of cash to talk nice about him tonight. Styles: Don't be hatin cause MJ thinks I'm the kewl commentator. [While Brandon crashed and burned, M.J. slowly rolls over to the ropes and gets up to his feet to using them. He goes over to pick Brandon up but Brandon is throwing elbows into him when M.J. throws a knee right to the side of his head, which takes Brandon down. M.J. helps him up his time to a standing position as M.J. falls down to his back and hits Brandon with a hard throat thrust which takes Brandon down. M.J. does an HBK like kip up and he waits for Brandon to get up from the mat which he slowly does and M.J. hits him with a Stormy Weather (Superkick). Brandon goes down and M.J. quickly falls down on him with a pin attempt, hooking the leg as the referee counts, 1.....2....Brandon shoots his shoulder up.] Fecca: What grit and determination shown there by Brandon Marks! He's refusing to surrender this match. Styles: Give my buddy MJ a minute or two and Marks won't have much of a choice. [M.J. gets up, pulling on his hair, because the match was supposed to be done right then and there. He pulls Brandon up and brings him up and down with a Fisherman's Suplex. M.J. does another little taunt to the crowd and picks Brandon up once more. He whips Brandon to the ropes and Brandon comes off as M.J. goes for a clothesline but Brandon ducks under it. M.J. turns around to catch Brandon coming back at him as Brandon takes M.J. down with a flying clothesline. Brandon seems to be catching a second wind as he goes for a Suplex set up again but M.J. squirms up out of it. Brandon turns around and gets kicked hard in the gut by M.J. who grabs Brandon's head and hits him with an M.J. DDT (Impaler DDT). M.J. gets up and signifies that the match is over which prompts the crowd to boo loudly but when Brandon gets up again, M.J. pulls him to him and takes him down with the Storm Chaser Slam (Black Hole Slam). M.J. rolls Brandon over and makes the pin as the referee makes the count, 1......2......3! The referee calls for the bell as "Nothing To Lose" plays over the pa system and Sabrina's voice can be heard again] Sabrina: "The winner of this match and NEWWWWW PWT People's Champion, M.J. Stooooooorrrrrrrrmmmmmmmmmmm!!!!!!!!!" [The referee brings in the PWT People's Championship belt which is handed to M.J. as he holds it high up into the air. He's got a smile on his face that nothing could take away from him and on that note, things cut to the commentary booth.] Fecca: What a hard fought match by Brandon Marks. He was so close but so far away from becoming the Peoples champion. I tell ya though Eddie, this kid is going to be a champion before too long. He's got the heart and the determination to do it. Styles: Well while he may be a future champion, MJ is a champion now! And that's what counts! [ Marks has left the ring while MJ was celebrating. And now MJ too is on his way to the back. In the meantime CI gives way to a commercial spot for Shockwave on Sunday nights. | |
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| [ Lights flicker as the song Nobody's wife by Anouk starts and Kimberly appears walking out of the curtain.. She taunts the crowd before slowly and methodically making her way down the ramp and towards the ring.. She looks over at the cage and shakes it a bit with a smirk across her face and then looks down at her Titanium Championship thats around her waist and she walks up the ring steps and through the cage door into the ring. She turns around and takes the belt from around her waist holding it and then she looks on awaiting her opponent for the night Syko.
[ Suddenly the lights dim down. Right down. There are various colors illuminating the arena, in a dull glow blue, green, red, orange, back to blue. The audience are confused and many lean out of the seats and rubber neck around the arena to try and see a wrestler running to the ring to make an Undertaker style entrance of some sort. Suddenly a flame rises about two feet high at either end of the small stage. The fans near it can be seen very confused wondering what is going on. Some choir like music starts up, not unlike that featured on "Halo" the popular video game. A male voice holding varied nights. Something sounding similar to a church bell tolls... And again. Fans are just staring at the entrance trying to see what is going. Suddenly they jump as fireworks explode from the stage and the ringposts. The guitaring to this song kicks in, its "Blow Me Away" By Breaking Benjamin. Red, Yellow, Blue and Green lights are flashing all over the arena rapidly. Green lazers are scanning the ramp and various parts of the crowd. The rock music gets into full swing. Still nobody has come out from backstage, are they late or are they just stalling? What is going on! The singer has started singing in the song and its getting well underway. "Fire Your Guns, Its Time To Run" Fans are chatting to the friends and murmurs rise around the arena, is this is a mess up? The song continues. Suddenly there is action on this line, "Only The Strongest Will Survive!". A figure walks out onto the stage with both arms in the air in what can be described as a Randy Orton type pose. But its not Orton! The spotlight focuses! Its S.A Syko!! THE ANGELIC DIABLO!! The whole building goes completely mental!! Syko starts jumping on the spot and has a huge smile on his face. He makes his way to one end of the stage and looks about the crowd, they all go insane. He does the same at the other and smiles. Syko then makes his way down the ramp, making sure to high five as many fans as humanly possible on the way down. He gets to the corner next to the steps and high fives a bunch of people there, even taking the time to lean right over the barrier and high five a disabled child. He smiles, Syko's loving this. Syko climbs the ring steps and puts a hand on the top rope to get in. But he stops, he slowly turns and looks around the crowd behind him. He does his "Love To The Peeps" taunt. He slaps his chest twice, puts a hand to his lips and then points into the crowd. The camera catches random fans going absolutely mental. Syko then vaults over the top rope into the ring. He runs to the other side and does his "Love Peeps" taunt there. He then climbs a turnbuckle, he puts his arms in the air and poses for photos. Syko then impresses everyone, he climbs and stands on the top rope and then promptly backflips right into the middle of the ring. He does the whole same procedure at the opposite turnbuckle and then jumps about in the middle of the ring with a smile on his face. The music fades down. The crowd are chanting "Syko! Syko! Syko!". Syko smiles and laughs, hes truely flattered at this huge reception. He does a Syko pose and gets a huge pop. [ Syko turns around and Kim charges with title belt in hand and blasts him dead between the eyes to a massive amount of boos and jeers from the crowd. The fans are fully behind Syko as he drops like a rock and Kim slams the title belt down on the canvas and then drops down to her knees and begins to lay in a series of punches right to his temple. The crowd boos. He is out of it and immediately Kim pulls him back up and throws him shoulder first into the cage through the middle ropes and as he falls back she charges forward and hits a running Bulldog and immediately she then calls down Malice and he comes out to more boos from the crowd.
Fecca: Whys he out here?
Styles: To spectate and watch a great title match unfold.
Fecca: I hardly believe that. Its the Caine Clan afterall its bad news for Syko.
[ Malice takes a few seconds to look into the ring as Kim barks orders at him and this allows Syko to roll her up into a school boy pin catching her off guard for the first pinfall attempt of the night.
ONE
TWO
THRE---
[ She kicks out and pops up with a furious look written across her face and runs at Syko but he is able to avoid her dodging her advances and then he hits a nice dropkick on her and then he backs up and sizes her up as she pulls herself up for the Syko Spear but as he charges forward he doesnt see her pick up the title belt and as he goes in for the spear its Kim who nails him with the title belt one more time.
Styles: What a counter from a great champion.
Fecca: Right great champion. This is her first match and first title defense since shes one the belt. Great champion my ass and what do we have here Malices now in the ring I wonder why?
Styles: To get an up close view of Kim dismantling her opponent to defend her title.
Fecca: Right and thats why he just picked up Syko and has in im a military press right now.
Styles: He needs to work out his biceps.
[ Malice showing off his raw power and strength just tosses Syko into the steel cage like a rag doll and as he falls back bouncing off he is picked up again and driven down to the canvas with the Spiral of Despair. The crowd is booing like crazy as immediately Kim Pain drops down rolling over Syko and locks in the Pain filled Ending and Syko is fighting through the pain as the fans are going crazy behind the kid.
Crowd: PLEASE DONT TAP, PLEASE DONT TAP, PLEASE DONT TAP!
[ Theyre behind him and hes fighting and fighting but how can he get out of the hold he fights and fights trying to get free but as he just fades and fades and then he comes back to life and immediately he begins to tap out.
[ The fans boo. Kim stands up as Not your wife hits and she is handed her championship belt and she holds it high in the air and the fans are displeased until her music is cut off immediately as out comes Georgia James to a huge pop from the fans in attendance as Miss James speaks up.
Georgia James: Youre a god damn disgrace and Im going to take you out for that title Kim. You might be able to hide behind the Caine Clan and that big chocolate loving Olf right now but you damn sure wont be able to do it for long.
[ Georgia walks down the ramp and smirks to herself as she has the microphone in her hand and she reaches into the back pocket of her jeans and pull something out with a smile across her face as she gets into the ring.
Georgia James: I dare you to try something big man Ill send so many volts through you that youll drop like a sack of potatoes.
Fecca: Oh my god shes got a Taser Gun.
Styles: Shes insane
Fecca: The equalizer.
[ Georgia smirks as she lights up the taser and walks forward as Kim tells Malice to back off that shes got this and she asks Georgia want shes going to do with that. Georgia smirks as she speaks up again.
Georgia James: THIS!
[ In one swift motion Georgia lunged forward but Kim darted out of the way as Georgia went in to shock her with the taser and she then began to climb up the cage and the crowd bood her as she got the hell out of dodge leaving her title belt behind with Mason and Georgia still inside the ring. Georgia turned around face to face with the big man as she looked up at him and she backed away slowly. She was at a ridiculous size disadvantage without a doubt and she looked up at him and down at the Titanium Championship and quickly backed away as Mason advanced towards her with caution as she did have the taser and she ignited it after hed come close to her forcing him back. Georgia would back out of the ring and the fans were in a frenzy as Kim sat atop of the steel cage away from her potentially new rival Georgia James whos had her eye on that title since Kim won it in the most dubious of ways a couple months ago. Georgia smirks and runs her free hand across her waist telling Kim the title will be hers but Kim shakes her head no as finally we move forward to a King of PWT commercial.
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| The cameras fade back in on the arena with a sky view, showing crew members making sure, Ladders, tables, and chairs are readily available for the next contest as they’re leaning extra tables along the barricades at ringside and we see them setting a ladder up at the bottom of the ramp. We fade from that view to Bobby Fecca and Eddie Styles at ringside. Fecca, "Ladies and Gentlemen, in the midst of what’s already been a spectacular evening of action and competition, we are now heading into the proverbial forth quarter. Two of the three matches remaining have more on the line then any others. Of course professionally, the Main Event is the biggest bout of the night as the World title is on the line and we enter a world of choosing what we believe will be the lesser of the evils. I never in my life thought I’d say this, but ya gotta hope for the sake of PWT that NovaCaine can obtain the championship here tonight�?How depressing a state�?Nova’s not just *A* Hope, but perhaps our ONLY hope."
Styles, "That’s not depressing, what’s depressing is that it’s taken you think long to see it that way."
Fecca, "Professionally there couldn’t be more at stake�?However�?On a Personal level there couldn’t be more at stake then in our next bout, as Christian Michaels takes on WallStreet, with, LITERALY�?Becca Wipwreck’s freedom hanging in the balance. Let’s take ya back and show ya how this one came to be." 
The scene seems very light and bright as we see Becca in her wedding gown standing next to Captain Charisma himself, Drew Stevenson in his Tuxedo in the midst of the wedding prop covered ring. Their smiles are right off a Halmark commercial�?The music in the background is very peaceful and lovey dovey�?/P> We see them holding hands, and we see them gazing in each others eyes as the "Kiss the bride" part of thing is on the way�?/P> Pastor, "Inasmuch as Drew and Becca have declared their love to each other before family and friends, I now greet them with you, as hus�?" His words get super slow and the scene turns to black and white as we hear a very slow-mo’ed Pastor say, "�?FONT color=#cc9900>I now greet them with you as Hu s�? We hear a record scratch as "Always" by Dope takes over and the scene fast forwards showing WallStreet zipping out from behind the curtain in fast forward, then comes back to real time as he stands on the ramp, his smirk growing as the fans are going wild and Drew and Becca seem shocked�?/P> 
Fecca, "Oh�?My�?God."
Styles, "OH MY GOD?! OH MY GOD?! COME ON FECCA! MARK OUT! We’re finally in a spot that warrants it! Here, I’ll do it for you! WALLSTREET! WALLSTREET! IT’S FREAKIN WALLSTREET!" We stay on the smirking WallStreet on the stage but parts of his promo plays, ‘Always�?still in the background. WallStreet, "Ya know, I was flipping through the USA Today this morning and I see this pretty little full page ad that PWT Took out for tonight’s show. It was an invitation for everyone within viewing range to accept a "cordial invitation" to the "Wipwreck/Stevenson" wedding.---- I hate to be the "buzz kill"�?But everybody here wasted their money. You can all go home now. --- WallStreet, "Ya see, Becca Wipwreck can’t marry you Drew�?She can’t marry you for two reasons. Number one, Becca Wipwreck doesn’t exist. And for two�?As far as I know, Bigamy is still Illegal in the United States of America!" We see a distraught Becca as Drew looks enraged�?We switch to WallStreet on the stage his hand up showing off his wedding band�?/P> Those days come every now and again
No way I feel like this is the end but
Always is in your eyes
In always I realize
That always is you and I
For Always, Always We see scenes of Becca confronting WallStreet, demanding a divorce. This happened more then once so we see it in a few different venues with different wardrobes and such�?Finally, backstage she cracks him with a big bitch slap which makes him instantly jump up with rage in his face as he glares down at her and she glares up at him�?/P> Let's go back to the start
Like it use to be
Before your broken heart
And your hatred for me We go to PWT Final Verdict and see clips of Becca and Eris both making their entrances. Then we see Becca hit her Corrupted Choas (Stone Cold Stunner) finish on Eris. We see her hook the leg and the official a mere heartbeat away from counting three till�?He’s yanked out of the ring and takes a stiff right hand from WallStreet. Rewind. Right hand to the ref�?Rewind�?Right hand to the ref. We switch to WallStreet nailing Becca with the Stock Market Crash (Pedigree) and looking at her devilishly before placing Eris over top of her�?/P> Those days I don't know why I pretend
No way I feel like this is the end but
Always is in your eyes
In always I realize
That always is you and I
For Always, Always We see Becca and Christian Michaels backstage. CM, "It’s been rough times for both of us lately hasn’t it?" Becca, "Yeah, it really has. I’m just kinda glad that someone understands what I’m going through�?You’ve been a great friend to me, far more then I deserved after the way I’ve treated you in the past." CM, "Hey, what can I say, I’m just your everyday ordinary superhero. Forgiveness is part of the gig (laughs)." Is there any wonder I'm not right
(Where do we go now where do we go now)
Is there any wonder you wont fight
(Where do we go now where do we go now)
Have there been too many wrongs to right
I'd say goodbye but We see the Immortal Glory banner and then see a couple of clips of Eris and Becca. We then see WallStreet run in with a steel chair in hand. He goes for Becca but nails Eris. We see his eyes grow wide as he grabs at his hair and Becca picks up the win. Always is in your eyes
In always I realize
That always is you and I
For Always, Always We go to the Shockwave after Immortal Glory and see Becca standing by her lawyer�?It turns ugly as we see WallStreet grab Becca by the throat and violently shove her into the corner. He’s choking the life out of her and then CM runs in. We see WallStreet bolt�?/P> Always is in your eyes
(Let's go back to the start, Like it use to be)
In always I realize
(Before you fell apart, And you blamed it on me)
That always is you and I We see Christian Michaels on the verge of Victory over William Rodney Mercy at the FWA/PWT Supershow, and then WallStreet nailing him with the foreign object and then unmasking and showing himself. Back when you were my friend, Do you remember back then)
For Always, Always
(All the plans that we made, Can we get back to those days)
For Always 
The capacity crowd is going nuts in Champaign Illinois as we fade from that last image on the PWT Vision to Sabrina standing in the middle of the ring. Sabrina, "Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is a Tee El Cee Match! In order to win one of the two adversaries must climb a ladder in the middle of the ring and obtain the black brief case hanging above�? 
Sabrina, "Inside of that briefcase are divorce papers pre-signed by Miss Becca Wipwreck’s husband. Thus her future lies in the balance. This bout has no Time Limit and there MUST be a Winner!" "Clickity Clank, Clickity Clank (crowd boos), The Money Goes into My Piggy Bank
Clickity Clank, Clickity Clank, The Money Goes Into My Piggy Bank
I’ll Get Atcha�? The crowd is erupting with boos as Fecca says, "And ladies and Gentlemen, Here�?We�?Go!"
Styles, "I wonder how much I’d have to slip WallStreet for a night with his wife after he gets done dismantling Michaels."
Fecca, "He’s her husband, not her pimp."
Styles, "So you’re suggesting to me that he wouldn’t take a pay off for a night with Becca?"
Fecca sighs, "No, unfortunately I can’t suggest any such thing."
Styles, "Which is what makes my man Wally the best in the world."
Fecca, "Yeah, well where is "Your man Wally"?"
Styles, "Maybe he’s taking his time before he destroys your little Redneck Superhero." Maybe�?But let’s find out for sure. The cameras go back to the backstage area as WallStreet’s music is still playing. We can hear some fighting and struggling and it doesn’t take long to figure out why�?Here comes WallStreet and he’s got a tight grip on Becca’s wrist forcing her to come as well even though she clearly doesn’t want to. Becca, "Leave me alone! Get your mits off me!" WallStreet keeps forcing her along as he says, "You made this happen, now you’re gonna go out there and watch me destroy that lil punk hero of yours!" He shoves her through the first set of Gorilla curtains into the gorilla area and follows behind. She turns and looks at him and he pushes her again. Becca, "I hate you! How’d I ever end up married to you!?" WallStreet smirks, "Just lucky I guess�?Now shut up and go before my adoring public�? With that he pushes her through another set of curtains and the fans boo as Becca stumbles onto the stage, falling down to her knees. Fecca, "……�?That sorry son of a�?
Styles, "…Gun who didn’t order this pay per view is about to miss out on a huge TLC Match here in Champaign Illinois�?Was that about where you were going with that?"
Fecca, "Not even close." WallStreet comes out and extends his arms, his nose in the air and his eyes clothes as his face dons an arrogant smirk and he appears to be awaiting a sea of applause or something. To nobody’s suprirse, he gets much the opposite and the crowd boos fiercely. Sabrina, "Ladies And Gentlemen�?Introducing first�?Making his way from Hartford Connecticut and weighing in at two hundred seventy nine pounds�?Taylor�?WAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLSTREEET�?McCAAAAAAALLLISTERRR!" Becca begins crawling away from WallStreet down the ramp and starts pulling herself up to her feet as WallStreet just smirks and walks arrogantly yet powerfully down the ramp. Fecca, "The arrogance this man radiates is enough to make me choke and I’m clear the Hell on the otherside of the ring."
Styles, "That’s not arrogance Bobbsie, It’s raw Confidence."
Fecca, "It’s annoying."
Styles, "You’re annoying."
Fecca, "Don’t even go there." Becca walks around the ladder and rushes toward the otherside of the ring to get as far away from her apparent capturer as possible. WallStreet gets to the bottom of the ramp and sees the Ladder that was set up�?WallStreet gets a real "Pfft, What’s this crap?" type of look as he looks to the booing fans on either side of him. He Mockingly whines and the camera picks him up yelling to the fans, "Aww, Look, A Ladder is set up�?What bad luck I might get if I walk under it. OH NOES BATMAN! I might�?I Might�?I Might strengthen the dreaded Christian Michaels Five-n-Oh curse?!" His eyes are sarcasticly wide as his hands go to his cheeks like McCully Culkin in Home Alone. He finally snickers and laughs as he waves his hands as if to wave that BS off and in a very Razor Ramonish fashion, he ducks down and swaggers his way right under the ladder. Styles, "GAH! I hope that doesn’t come back to bite him!"
Fecca, "You of all people believe in Superstitions?"
Styles, "Uh�?Of course not Bobby, don’t be crazy�?Um�?Hold on a second, I think I should give WallStreet something."
Fecca, "What are you doing? ……�?What the�?You have a Lucky Rabbit’s Foot in your pocket?!"
Styles, "Uh, No�?No�?It’s a uh�?Um�?STRONG> GAH! Alright, I’m a LIIIIITLE superstitious! I just don’t want to see WallStreet fall victim to a cosmic conspiracy! The Universe might be out to get him! I mean what if there’s something to all this Christian Michaels curse garbage?!"
Fecca, "Good lord, you’re starting to sound like our world�?"Champion"."
Styles, "Hey man! The Fix is in�?The Fix�?Is In."
You can practically hear Fecca’s eyes rolling as he says, "Oh Lord. Well, hopefully my broadcast colleague will make Shockwave next week if he isn’t too busy trying to purchase a new piece of Real Estate somewhere North of the border." WallStreet who has just climbed the stairs, enters the ring between the second and third ropes. He walks to the far side of the ring and climbs the ropes, awaiting the fans huge applause and show of admiration�?Of course he gets more of the same as they boo loudly and desperately. WallStreet rolls his eyes, slightly annoyed and waves his hands as if to say "Screw ya then" before hopping off the ropes and turning toward the ramp. The all too familiar beat of "Kryptonite" by Three Doors Down begins to blast over the PA as the boos instantly turn to cheers and we head to the stage. Fecca, "And HEEEEEERE We Go!" "Well I Took a Walk Around The World To Ease My Troubled Mind
I Left My Body Lyin somewhere in the sands of Time
But I watch the World float to the Darkside of the Moon
I Feel there’s Nothing I Can Do�?Yeah�? With that the curtain moves and out from behind it to a huge ovation steps the one and only�?/P> 
Christian Michaels. Sabrina, "AND THE CHALLANGER�?Making his way from RIPLEY TENNESSEE�?He weighs in this evening at two hundred twenty four pounds�?Ladies and Gentlemen�?The RED-NECK Super HE-ROOO�?. CHHHHHHHRISTIAN MICHAELLLLLLSSS!!!" CM begins heading down the ramp, his eyes never leaving WallStreet’s even as he slaps the occasional hand. Fecca, "These two men have been at odds since WallStreet first walked in the door in 2005, but now it’s about more then pride, more then competition or personality clashes�?It’s about doing what’s right, it’s about freeing this young woman from a lifetime of heartache and pain in hopes that maybe�?Just MAYBE she can pick up the broken shambles of her life that-that�?that�?that bastard WallStreet gave her. It’s about freeing a woman that Christian Michaels now calls�?Friend."
Styles, "It’s about Christian Michaels learning to mind his own damn business. A Lesson he’s sure to pick up pretty quick when WallStreet takes one of those twelve foot ladders, or perhaps even one of the twenty footers and shoves it up CM’s stink eye!"
Fecca, "I wouldn’t count on it."
Styles, "Oh really? Well gee, Let’s see if I can try and "Count" on the concept of WallStreet beating CM�?Hmm�?Let’s see�?Well�?Somehow when I count on it I come up with FIVE supporting reasons. How’s your count there Christian Michaels Super Fan Numero Uno?"
Fecca, "Perhaps WallStreet does in fact have Five victories over Christian Michaels�?
Styles, "No perhaps about it Bobsie, check the record books."
Fecca, "Yeah, well, be that as it may�?Christian Michaels is no push over. Not only that, but we’re in Michaels match, Michaels environment, and a match WallStreet has never taken part in. Plus Christian Michaels not only has something to prove here, but his friend’s quality of life."
Styles, "Quality of Life?! The woman’s trying to get "Free" from a life of lap and luxury! Gee Golly, I really wish my "Quality of Life" was as "terrible" as you suggest Becca’s is!"
Fecca, "Money doesn’t constitute a high quality of life."
Styles, "It sure as Hell doesn’t lesson the quality." CM gets to the bottom of the ramp and now he’s face to face with the ladder. He waves his finger and shakes his head and goes out of his way to make sure he walks around the ladder. Fecca, "Christian Michaels is very admittedly a firm believer in superstition and forces that work that we may not necessarily know about�?
Styles, "What a dummy. Superstitions are for kids and idiots�?(Whispers: Come on Lucky Rabbit’s foot, Help Wally out!)"
Fecca, "I’m sorry, what was that?"
Styles, "NOTHING! I didn’t say nothing! You heard something?! You’re loosing it cause I didn’t say nothing! Maybe it was a fan! Maybe the Ref! What’s this, an interrogation room?! STOP PESTERING ME!"
Fecca, "…………�?Alllllrighty then." CM heads up the stairs and keeps his eyes locked on WallStreet’s�?Christian enters the ring between the second and third ropes. He climbs the nearest turnbuckles and throws up his M Hand motion (Picture Matt Hardy’s "Version 1" Taunt upside down). WallStreet glares as the fans erupt with cheers for him. His glare doesn’t soften when he glances down to the floor and sees Becca applauding and completely marking out for him either. WallStreet’s eyes get wide and he ducks down, places a hand on the outside of the ring and hops out to the floor. WallStreet walks up behind Becca, grabs her by the arm, swings her around and begins screaming, "YOU’RE *MY* WIFE! YOU DON’T CHEER THAT PIECE OF TRASH! YOU CHEER *ME*! YOU UNDERSTAND ME?! HUH?! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!" Fecca, "Oh For God’s sakes!" WallStreet still has her arm and is squeezing so hard that she falls to her knees in pain. CM, who was still on the turnbuckles on the Ramp side of the ring drops down and glances over, realizing that at the commentary side of the ring WallStreet’s got Becca and is screaming at her. CM darts across the ring and baseball slides out as "Kryptonite" fades. CM Grabs WallStreet, spins him around, and then BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! An onslaught of quick but hard rights, each one making WallStreet stagger back and the crowd erupt. Fecca, "YES! This contest isn’t even underway yet and Christian Michaels is already takin�?it to that slimeball WallStreet and Folks, I can sure you that there’s some REAL Criminal Intent in the mind and heart of the Southern Heartthrob!" Becca bails away from the action and CM stops the punches only to grab a fist full of Wally’s hair and a fist full of his tights, spinning him around and then driving him Shoulder first into the corner post. The crowd is going wild. WallStreet grabs that left shoulder and turns around, his back now against the post. CM rushes back a few steps, darts forward, leaps, and nails a High Body avalanche (Stinger Splash) on WallStreet on the outside. The crowd is going ballistic as WallStreet grabs his chest, staggers out a couple of steps and rolls in under the ropes. Christian takes a second to point to Becca and ask her if she’s okay. She nods and emphatically insists that he go whoop that Corporate Ass and hey�?Who’s the resident superhero to deny a Damsel in Distresses�?request? CM climbs up onto the ring and enters between the ropes as WallStreet’s getting back up to his feet. Now that they’re both in the ring Frank Mason officially calls for the opening bell. Fecca, "We were already underway but now it’s official and folks, Christian Michaels is lookin to take a piece of WallStreet’s ass!"
Styles, "GAH!" WallStreet sees Christian Michaels enter the ring so he lunges forward for a big Clothesline but CM ducks under and WallStreet spins around with his back to the corner. CM looks around very quickly and then leaps up and nails a big drop kick to the Corporate Chest, making McCallister fall back into the corner. Christian jumps up onto the second ropes, hovering over WallStreet as he raises his fist in the air, making the crowd cheer further. Michaels takes said fist, and then begins driving it into the skull of WallStreet as the crowd begins to count with each shot�?/P> ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! …�?/P> CM waves his fist around in the air a few times, and then BAM! The crowd screams TEN and then simply erupts as Christian jumps off the ropes and WallStreet begins staggering out of the corner, his expression of one who has the lights on, but nobody chillin at the crib. WallStreet takes a Flairish Face bump as Christian screams, "FIVE AND OH THAT BITCH!"�?The crowd goes absolutely ballistic. Fecca, "Good GAWD! Christian Michaels is on fire and this capacity crowd is absolutely lovin it!"
Styles, "I HATE THESE PEOPLE! SHUT UP! Don’t cheer this buffoon!"
Fecca, "They paid for their ticket, they’ll cheer whoever they damn well please!" WallStreet starts pulling himself up off the mat and Christian wastes no time getting back on top of him as he grabs the Corporate Icon by the neck and finishes drawing him up to his feet. CM pushes Wally’s back against the ropes and then launches him out with an Irish Whip�?Unfortuantly for him however, WallStreet reverses and Michaels ends up darting across the ring. WallStreet ducks down in the center telegraphing the back body drop but Michaels hooks the top rope with his arms to stop his forced momentum. WallStreet’s quick to realize that nobody’s arrived for him to back body drop so he stands up right and when he does CM Darts his way looking for a clothesline. WallStreet ducks under, but immediately pops up, spinning as he does so and grabbing two fist fulls of CM’s long dark hair. CM’s legs keep moving forward but WallStreet snatches the hair and drives him back and Michaels crashes hard on his neck and back from that hair grab by WallStreet. The crowds cheers instantly turn to boos as WallStreet leans back on his knees, breathing slightly heavier then normal and looking very annoyed as he glares at CM who’s holding his neck and head on the mat. Fecca, "Well ordinarily that hair grab on the part of WallStreet would be illegal, however, in a Tee El Cee there are no disqualifications and thus the rules are essentially null and void." WallStreet pulls himself up and checks his forehead with his hand to make sure he isn’t bleeding after the onslaught of punches he received. He rotates his left shoulder, grabbing it with his right arm too, thus showing us that the big pole shot he took on the floor had a somewhat lasting effect as well. Although, as he realizes that CM’s already inflicted some pain and punishment, he doesn’t seem to thrilled and begins laying the boots to Michaels while screaming various obscenities his way. After these boots WallStreet glances up at the briefcase hanging above, and then out to the ladder set up in front of the ramp. He looks up again�?Back to the ladder again�?Then at CM�? He gets a devilish smirk and starts arrogantly strutting toward the rampside of the ring. Fecca, "WallStreet realizing that the goal is to get that ladder and climb it to obtain the briefcase�?It looks like he’s going to try and put this one away as quickly as possible."
Styles, "Yeah, why waste time punishing Christian Michaels when he can use the saved time to go take another ride on his BeccaCycle." WallStreet ducks down to exit the ring between the second and third ropes but when he does, in comes Christian Michaels with a hard shot to WallStreet’s back that makes him stagger as he’s bent over with one leg leaning on the second rope. CM hits a low drop kick, but because WallStreet’s bent over it nails him right in that left shoulder and makes him fly out through the ropes, land hard on the outside ring canvas and roll off the ring to the floor from the momentum. The crowd cheers WallStreet’s unceremonious exile from the ring as Fecca says, "Christian Michaels right back to the attack." WallStreet pushes himself up off the mats on the floor to his feet, his back to the ring. WallStreet begins to turn around as CM Grabs the top rope with both hands, squats down, and then draws himself up flies over the top rope as WallStreet’s turning around. WallStreet however being the savvy vet that he is, has perfected his react time so while he barely has time to see CM going, He drops down to his back to evade the crossbody and CM in turn ends up cross bodying the ladder, taking it down hard on the ramp. CM instantly bounces off the ladder and lands on his back down on that path between the ramp and the fan barricade holding his ribs. The crowd is on their feet in awe as WallStreet pulls himself back up. | |
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Fecca, "Good GAWD! Still in the early goings and Christian Michaels may have just taken himself out."
Styles, "What was he thinkin�?trying a move like that this early into the match?!"
Fecca, "I doubt that he was. The bad blood between these two has been bubbling and boiling for years. Now with WallStreet’s gross mistreatment of Michaels friend and old flame Becca Wipwreck, combined with WallStreet costing Michaels that interpromotional bout with William Rodney Mercy and more importantly an opportunity for Christian to pull in a big win for the promotion he lives and breaths for in PWT, things have finally boiled over. It’s more emotion and less thought process at this stage in this on again off again feud that began some three years ago."
Styles, "Maybe for CM it is, but not for WallStreet. WallStreet never forgoes logic in favor of doing a suicide dive because he’s emotional. And in the end of this thing, I’d be willing to bet that’s what makes the difference and that’s what has Becca leaving here as STILL being, Misses McCallister." WallStreet looks at CM down on the floor between the ramp and the fan barricade and shakes his head before heading to the ladder that Michaels had just cross bodied. WallStreet folds the crossbars and closes the ladder before picking it up and taking it to the ring where he slides it in under the bottom rope. WallStreet climbs up onto the ring and re-enters between the second and third ropes. WallStreet picks up the ladder and starts surveying exactly where in the ring it should go. After very little contemplating he gets to the center and begins drawing the ladder open. Fecca, "WallStreet making it quite clear that he has one goal in this contest and that’s simply to win."
Styles, "I think a lot of stars today get so enamored with being on TV and making the people say "OoOo" or "Ahhh" that they forget the whole point of the match, which is to win. WallStreet’s never forgotten that, and as a result very rarely suffers defeat. WallStreet would much rather win the match in a minute with a sleeper and have the crowd hate him then go forty five minutes, hit a hundred razel dazel moves, but end up crashing and burning and giving the other guy the W." WallStreet gets the ladder set up and grins as he looks up to that brief case over the ring. WallStreet begins to climb the ladder and the fans begin to cheer�?Wait, what? That doesn’t seem right�?Oh wait�?Christian Michaels has slid into the ring. CM goes over and reaches up, grabbing a fist full of the back of WallStreet’s trunks and pulling him down off the ladder. WallStreet lands on his feet and turns around�?BAM! BAM! BAM! Three stinging right hands. Michaels then lands a hard kick into the gut of WallStreet, hooks him, and takes him up and over with a quick snap suplex. Michaels gets up, an arm favoring those ribs that collided with that ladder just a couple of minutes ago as the fans are cheering Michaels return to the offensive. CM looks at the ladder set in the middle of the ring, but not being nearly as arrogant as WallStreet and knowing full well that a snap suplex isn’t gonna immobilize WallStreet long enough to ascend the ladder to victory, Michaels decides to take a more defensive strategy with the ladder and fold the cross bars and thus fold up the ladder and leaning it in the corner. Michaels turns from the ladder and sees that WallStreet’s up in the corner. CM darts toward WallStreet and leaps up looking for the high body avalanche, but this time around it doesn’t serve him to well as WallStreet side steps and CM hits nothing but turnbuckle. CM staggers back as WallStreet hits the ropes and BAM! A monster clothesline to Michaels and the crowd begins to boo. Fecca, "Christian Michaels looking to capitalize with that High Body Avalanche in the corner for a second time to night but to no avail as WallStreet saw it coming and ended up giving the Southern Heartthrob a hard clothesline for his trouble." WallStreet looks out to the floor and sees Becca trying to encourage Michaels. This doesn’t set to Well with our Corporate Icon so he drops down over Michaels, grabs a fist full of his hair with his left hand and begins driving stiff fists into the redneck skull with his right. WallStreet’s look is one of anger and aggravation. He drives a few hard shots into Michaels head and then get’s up and looks out to Becca, "CHEER HIM NOW!" Fecca, "What an ass. WallStreet’s actually jealous that this woman who he’s referred to as his "Toy" is cheering on Michaels."
Styles, "He’s not Jealous, he just doesn’t appreciate his property being disloyal."
Fecca, "PROPERTY?! She’s a human being for God’s sakes!"
Styles, "So?" WallStreet bends down through the ropes and says, "COME ON! GO AHEAD BECCA! CHEER HIM!" Becca reaches up and CRACK! She bitch slaps him so hard he actually drops back, bumps, and rolls back up to his feet in the ring. The crowd erupts as WallStreet looks around, his face turning beat red with both anger and embarrassment. WallStreet, "ALRIGHT! JUST REMEMBER, YOU MADE ME DO THIS TO HIM! YOU DID IT! (Points to the crowd) AND ALL OF YOU TOO!" Michaels is starting to climb up so WallStreet grabs a fist full of his hair, brings him the rest of the way to his feet, draws back, and BAM! A big right hand drops him right back down to the mat. WallStreet hit him so hard he actually has to shake his own hand to shake off the pain. WallStreet exits the ring through the second and third ropes, apparently deciding now that he wants to distribute some pain to Michaels before he tries to wrap this one up. WallStreet goes over and grabs one of the tables that was leaned against the guard rail. He sets it up on the floor so that it’s horizontal (sideways as opposed to straight) near the guard rail. He then grabs another table and sets it up the exact same way, right beside the first one, this one closer to the ring. WallStreet looks back to the ring and seems a bit perplexed�?He knows he remembered leaving his Christian Michaels in the ring�?Dang it, this is like when he lost his keys that one time�?He sure he had left them on the�?WRAP! CM comes up from behind and nails WallStreet across the back with a hard forearm. WallStreet turns around and WallStreet grabs him by the wrist and launches him with an Irish Whip�?WallStreet nails the stairs knees first and has so much momentum he literally flips up and over the stairs, landing hard on his back on the otherside of the steps. The crowd cheers as CM walks around the steps and sees WallStreet holding his back as he crawls toward the commentary tables. WallStreet pulls himself up on the table and turns around only to take a hard right hand from Michaels. WallStreet staggers around and CM grabs the black top of the commentary table and yanks it off, exposing the monitors and white desk top. Fecca, "The action’s getting right in front of us�? WallStreet drops down onto the commentary table in front of Styles. CM goes over and grabs him, but WallStreet instantly spins up and around and WHAM! He nails CM across the forehead with Styles TV Monitor dropping Michaels hard. WallStreet’s forehead instantly begins to bleed and the fans are on their feet. Fecca, "Oh my! WallStreet playin�?a little possum there and he just busted Christian Michaels wide open with the corner of that TV Monitor!" The camera switches to a shot of Becca who’s wide eyed with a hand covering her mouth as she looks like she may actually cry. Fecca, "Becca Wipwreck growing distraught as she sees her friend and on this night her proverbial white night bleeding in and enduring quite the bout to try and rescue her from this phony bologna marriage."
Styles, "There’s nothing phony about it Fecca. It’s completely legit." WallStreet stomps over to where Sabrina is sitting and grabs her by the strap of her dress and says, "MOVE!" He yanks her and tosses her to the ground on the side, breaking the strap of her dress in the process. That’s right pervs, her dress is broken. Anyway, WallStreet folds the steel chair�?/P> Styles, "Ah excellent, and now the chairs portion of this Tee El Cee comes into play." WallStreet stands over Michaels and pushes the top of the chair down into his throat, making Michaels kick about while trying desperately to push the chair off his throat. WallStreet smirks as he starts screaming at CM, "HOW DO YA LIKE THAT?! HUH?!" Fecca, "Oh come on!"
Styles, "It’s anything goes Bobby!"
Fecca, "So what?! That doesn’t mean you should choke a man to death!" Apparently Becca agrees as she jumps up onto WallStreet’s back and starts beating on him and trying to choke him to get him off Michaels. WallStreet drops the chair and Stumbles back till Becca’s sitting on the commentary table, still holding him in a sleeper like deal. WallStreet begins peeling her arms off him and turns around. WallStreet grabs a big fist full of Becca’s hair and starts pulling her back as he yells at her. He raises his right hand in a fist as if he’s contemplating punching her in the face. Fecca, "DON’T YOU DO THAT! DON’T YOU DO THAT YOU SON OF A BITCH!"
Styles, "You may wanta watch he’s awfully close�?Uh-oh�? WallStreet must have heard him as his head turns and he looks at Fecca. WallStreet releases Becca and reaches across the desk to grab a fist full of Fecca’s button up shirt. WallStreet, "YOU GOT A PROBLEM BOB-OH?!" Fecca, "Oh yeah, you’re a real tough guy WallStreet! First ya threaten to punch a woman and now you’re gonna beat up on me?!" WallStreet, "Yeah, I think I just might!" Fecca, "Well go ahead if ya think it’s gonna make you a big man! GO FOR IT! COME ON!" WallStreet’s eyes widen in shock as he says, �?FONT color=#00ff33>Are you serious ?!" Bobby, "COME ON!" WallStreet draws his arm back�?CRACK! The crowd erupts as WallStreet goes flying over the table from the force of CM wrapping him from behind with the steel chair. WallStreet actually lands on the desk and Fecca begins driving him in the back with right hands till he falls off the table on the commentators side. Styles, "GAH! YOU CAN’T DO THAT!" A Bloody CM walks around the commentary table as Styles backs off and Fecca gets a few more kicks in before CM waves him back too. CM reaches down and grabs two hand fulls of WallStreet’s hair, lifting him up slowly to his feet. WallStreet leans back on the commentary table. WallStreet jumps back kinda to the side, and BAM! Just Got Whapped Superkick sends WallStreet’s eyes rolling in the back of his head and his body flying back onto the commentary table. CM Looks over to Becca and since he’s so close to the commentary head sets we can hear him yell, "BECCA! GRAB ME A CHAIR!" Styles, "A CHAIR?! Ruh-ro rhaggy!" Becca takes off to get a chair, apparently not realizing CM had just dropped a chair there just a minute ago. But regardless, CM goes to the ring and lifts up the apron�?He withdraws a ladder, but the crowd erupts huge when they realize it’s not a typical twelve footer but a twenty footer. Fecca, "Am I on?"
Styles, "Yeah�?
Fecca, "I lost my headset during all of the action."
Styles, "What are you thinkin�?putting your hands on a Wrestler! If Becca wasn’t such a biased boss you’d lose your job!"
Fecca, "He put his hands on me first."
Styles, "He was just fixin�?your shirt."
Fecca, "That’s horsecrap and you know it!"
Styles, "Relax killer. I’m not sure I feel safe out here with you now that you’ve started attacking everybody." CM sets the ladder up so it’s sideways in front of the commentary table�?In other words the cross bars are viewable from the commentary table and the rungs are facing the crowd. As he finishes getting the ladder set up Becca comes over with a black folding chair and hands it to the Southern Heartthrob. CM begins climbing the ladder and the fans are eating it up. CM gets up to the top, which is actually higher then if he was standing on top of the top rope�?He sits on the top of the ladder, his leg on either side as he’s facing the commentary tables and holding that chair. Fecca, "What�?What’s he gonna do from here?" CM looks at the crowd on either side, clearly hesitant�?Which, if CM’s hesitating then whatever he has in mind is defiantly on the insane side of things�?Finally he closes his eyes, let’s out a scream�?Leaps into the air, flashes flooding the arena as he does a full 360 Summersault in the air while positioning the chair under his legs�?CRRRRRRRRRRACK! CM lands a monster version of Sabu’s Arabian Face buster (Essentially a summersault leg drop off the top with the chair under his legs) off the top of that twenty foot ladder that sends CM and his chair crashing through WallStreet’s face and in turn the commentary table he was on. Fecca, "OH MAH GAWD!" Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! CM rolls back holding his ass and back and jolt around as if a major shock went through his entire spine, which it probably did, and WallStreet just looks dead as that back steal chair is still over his face and you can literally see the imprint of his face in the metal. Fecca, "CHRISTIAN MICHAELS�?CHRISTIAN MICHAELS�?CHRISTIAN MICHAELS JUST�?BAH GAWD�?What a�?BAH GAWD!"
Styles, "HE KILLED WALLSTREET! SOMEBODY CALL THE COPS!"
Fecca, "I can’t�?I mean�?I have no words�? The scene becomes a quarter size of the TV and is in the lower left corner as a slightly larger box comes from the higher right corner labeled "REPLAY"�?/P> Fecca, "Here’s the Replay�?Christian Michaels on top of that twenty foot ladder with that steel chair in hand�? CM Leaps off and in slow motion we see him twisting about, getting the chair under his legs�?/P> Fecca, "And then�? We go to normal speed to see Michaels and his chair collide with WallStreet’s face and go through the commentary table�?/P> Fecca, "Unbelievable!" The replay shows once more before the screen goes back to normal. WallStreet’s still laying there, the chair still over his face. Off to the side CM’s on his chest, the back of his hand laying on his lower back as his leg twitches a little. Becca has both hands over her face in horror and surprise. Fecca, "Christian Michaels just took WallStreet out but at what expense to himself? He may have just suffered permanent nerve damage, or even irreparable spinal damage. We could have just witnessed the conclusion of two careers in one breath taking moment. Frank Mason is down on the floor checking on CM and WallStreet�?He cautiously grabs that steel chair and begins to peel it off WallStreet’s face�?As he does the Blood sticks to the chair and becomes long, stringy and gooey as the chair separates, almost looking like that scene in Independence day when they remove the shell off the Alien�?Mason gets pale as WallStreet’s face is almost unrecognizable. His nose looks to be busted wide open, he’s bleeding from his forehead, a spot just above his eye, and his nose. Fecca, "Oh dear God�?
Styles, "You happy now Fecca?"
Fecca, "Of course not! I wouldn’t wish this on anybody, WallStreet included." Mason wastes no time calling to the back for help. Various officials and medics rush down the ramp. Fecca, "There you see EMTs, Trainers, Officials�?All coming to tend to the broken bodies at ringside." The medics try and work a body board under WallStreet as Christian Michaels is trying to use the apron to get up on his own power. Jim Richards and Mitch Roberts both get under an arm of CM’s and finish helping him up. CM turns and leans back on the ring. Mitch and Jim try to help him again but he shoves them both off. CM sees WallStreet down and looks up into the ring�?When he moves he immediately winces in pain through his drying crimson mask as his hand shoots to his lower back. CM looks up at the Briefcase hanging over the ring. He looks over at Becca and says, "You’re gonna be free of this jerk�? CM slides into the ring, still holding his back as the crowd is all on their feet. We look at Becca and she actually has tears in her eyes�?/P> Styles, "Look, she’s crying because CM’s about to make her divorce WallStreet!"
Fecca, "I’d be more inclined to believe that she’s probably very moved at the abuse Christian Michaels has endured and put himself through just to free her from this horrific marriage to WallStreet."
Styles, "Do you have to keep using words like "horrific"?" Christian hobbles to the corner and grabs the ladder that had been placed there earlier in the match. He draws the ladder out of the corner and hobbles with it to the center of the ring. He opens up the ladder and the fans are going wild, cheering him on. Crowd: CHRISTIAN! CHRISTIAN! CHRISTIAN! CHRISTIAN! Fecca, "This bout is all but signed, sealed, and delivered as too is Becca Wipwreck’s divorce and freedom from WallStreet!" CM Sets the ladder right underneath the brief case and stumbles back, The pain etched on his face as his hand nurses his lower back�?The Heartthrob leaning on the ropes as he looks at the briefcase that’s hanging above this metallic mountain he must climb. CM staggers forward and grabs the ladder. It’s clear that he really effed his back up (and if he’s lucky that’s all) on that Arabian Face Buster earlier. He begins climbing the ladder, but with each step the pain shoots through his back and forces him to pause, taking the ladder one rung at a time. Becca can be heard on the floor, screaming in support and of course the fans are adamantly behind the Redneck Superhero as well. Fecca, "Less then fifteen feet from the mat hangs the future of one Young woman, and the validation of all of the blood and sweat Christian Michaels has left here tonight." Michaels continues up slowly as the crowd begs for him to pick up the big win and free the damsel in distress. Christian climbs another rung, and reaches up, his finger tips falling short of touching the brief case�?Gah�?He continues to strain and struggle and gets another rung underneath him. Again he reaches up and this time his finger tips come close, perhaps the middle one may have even grazed the bottom of the briefcase. Fecca, "Keep goin! You’re so close!" Crowd: CHRISTIAN! CHRISTIAN! CHRISTIAN! CHRISTIAN! CHRISTIAN! CHRISTIAN! CM winces, clearly in serious pain but forcing himself to deal with it as he goes up yet another rung. He pushes himself up another and how when he reaches up he can firmly grasp the Briefcase. Sensing how close he is the crowd is going wild. Fecca, "YES! CHRISTIAN MICHAELS IS MERE INCHES FROM VICTORY�? We suddenly go to the floor where WallStreet’s fighting EMTs to get off their stretcher and to his feet. Fecca, "How in the World�? Upon further reflection WallStreet’s nose isn’t as bad as we thought it was, but he’s still a bloody mess. One of the EMTs get’s in WallStreet’s way and insists he lay back down�?THWAM! He’s dropped with a hard right from WallStreet. WallStreet staggers a bit and then slides into the ring. Fecca, "HURRY CM, HURRY!"
Styles, "HURRY WALLSTREET, HURRY!" WallStreet see’s CM about to get the briefcase so he grabs the ladder and begins dragging it. CM has to relinquish the briefcase and grab the ladder in order to restore his balance as WallStreet continues to drag it across the ring till it’s by the ropes. WallStreet walks over to the opposite side of the ladder from Michaels and begins climbing the opposing rungs. Fecca, "Michaels was a mere heartbeat away but WallStreet withdrew his positioning and now he’s climbing up to meet WallStreet atop of that ladder." WallStreet starts coming up to the top and Michaels nails him with a right hand. WallStreet shakes it off and keeps climbing as CM begins climbing as well. They get so they’re both on the second to last rung on their respective sides. CM delivers a hard right and WallStreet leans back�?WallStreet sways back forward and he nails a hard right making CM lean back�?The crowd is on their feet and to make this whole situation even more suspenseful is that they’re at the side of the ring with the tables on the floor from earlier. Fecca, "This is incredibly dangerous, both men in No Man’s land." CM goes for another punch but WallStreet ducks under and the crowd gasps as WallStreet hooks CM as if he’s contemplating the Stock Market Crash Version 2 (Rockbottom)�?/P> Fecca, "Oh God�? WallStreet’s just about to do it when CM drives the elbow into his skull�?Then another�?Finally a third and WallStreet has to release him. CM, however, now snatches WallStreet’s head in a Front Face lock which makes the crowd grow insanely loud with anticipation. CM gets a wild look in his eyes as he scans the screaming arena�?/P> Fecca, "Oh no�?Don’t do it�? CM throws his arm up, let’s out a loud scream, spins and leaps off the Ladder, bringing WallStreet with him as the flashes go off again and Christian Michaels and WallStreet both go flying off the ladder, out of the ring and through those tables with a Just Like That (Twist of Fate) off the top of the ladder. Fecca, "GOOD GOD!" Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT……�?PEE DUBBYA TEE! PEE DUBBYA TEE! PEE DUBBYA TEE! PEE DUBBYA TEE! Fecca, "UNBELIEVABLE! ANOTHER DEATH DEFYING MOVE FROM CHRISTIAN MICHAELS AND NOW TWO BROKEN BODIES LYE IN A SEA OF TYABLE SHARDES!"
Styles, "THIS GUY’S CRAZY FECCA!"
Fecca, "No doubt that the medics will HAVE to wheel these two young gladiators out of here now." All of the Trainers and medics and such were on the floor still from a few minutes ago when they were getting ready to wheel WallStreet to the back, so it doesn’t take them long to rush over to the destruction on the right side of the ring (looking down from the stage). Fecca, "I said that these two men would come into this Pay Per View with exactly what the marquee suggests�?"Criminal Intent". And now the ringside area looks like a crime scene." The medics and trainers and such are trying to get some of the table pieces out of the way to better tend to the performers, although that’s no easy task. As that’s going on our scene once again minimizes to the lower left side as in the higher right we begin seeing a recap. Fecca, "Well for the second time tonight we start at the top of a ladder�? We see CM swing around and leap off the ladder with WallStreet�?/P> Fecca, "And end in a pile of shattered table on the floor." We of course see CM and WallStreet drop through the tables via the Diamond Cutter portion of the Just Like That AKA Twist of Fate move. CM slowly begins to roll over from his back to his chest, his head next to WallStreet’s�?/P> Crowd: CHRIS-TIAN, CHRIS-TIAN, CHRIS-TIAN, CHRIS-TIAN�?/EM> CM’s hand reaches for the ring apron�?/P> Crowd: CHRIS-TIAN! CHRIS-TIAN! CHRIS-TIAN! CHRIS-TIAN! Fecca, "This capacity crowd is seemingly motivating Michaels�?How he can move is beyond me but bah God if these people don’t seem to always have that extra man on the field effect for the Redneck Superhero."
Styles, "That’s not fair! It makes every match he’s in a Handicap match! I say he should be disqualified on the spot!"
Fecca, "There are no disqualifications in a Tee El Cee match Eddie�?
Styles, "So? There was no white people in America at one time either. The English invaded and now we’re one big diverse tea party. Show some tolerance and stop discriminating against Rules who want the rights of freedom and the free pursuit of happiness in the land of the Tee El Cee match!"
Fecca, "You’re ridicules." As the fans continue to cheer, Christian continues to try and pull himself up the apron. And slowly but surely he finds his feet but between the Arabian Face Buster and now landing back first through the tables from atop of the ladder in the ring, it’s all he can do to stand, much less anything else. The trainers try to insist that he let them take him to the back but with as much force as he can distribute (which isn’t much right now) he shoves them away before turning and rolling back into the ring to a loud ovation�?/P> Fecca, "The heart of this young man is unreal. I’ve said it on many occasions and I’m saying it again, there’s nobody in this business that measures up to Christian Michaels in terms of heart." Michaels pulls himself up by the ropes and holds his back in pain. He grabs the ladder and with all he’s got he pushes it back into the center as we switch to a view of Becca who’s watching with a hand over her mouth, clearly on the edge of her proverbial seat. CM gets the ladder in the middle, and once again he begins trying to make his desperate climb up. Fecca, "Can he do it?! He was so, SO close before�?How about one more time?" The crowd continues to chant Christian’s name as slowly but surely, one rung at a time he climbs. On the floor we see WallStreet slowly begin to reach up, grabbing two fist fulls of the pant legs of a couple of medics standing by. He slowly pulls himself to his knees and leans back, that far away look in the eyes that stand out so well from behind his crimson mask. Back in the ring Michaels continues to climb and now he reaches up and touches the briefcase, but he can’t quite grab it yet�?/P> Fecca, "The race is on�? WallStreet continues to use the EMTs pants as (against their recommendation) he tries to pull himself up to his feet. Michaels climbs up another rung and now he’s able to grab the brief case, but unhooking it from it’s cable is a completely different story. Fecca, "COME ON CHRISTIAN, YOU CAN DO IT!" WallStreet gets to his feet, staggering and swaying, but still on his feet. Michaels pulls himself up one more rung�?/P> WallStreet stumbles to the ring and leans on the outside canvas, trying to regain some of his wits before sliding in�?/P> Michaels reaches up to t he cable�?WallStreet Slides in�?WallStreet looks up and reaches toward the ladder with a hand but Michaels un hooks the briefcase and WallStreet flops down, knowing he’s been defeated. The Bell sounds as the entire arena gets on their feet�?/P> Fecca, "YES! BAH GAWD! YES! CHRISTIAN MICHAELS HAS DONE IT! MICHAELS HAS DONE IT! MICHAELS HAS JUST DEFEATED WALLSTREET! FIVE AND OH BECOMES FIVE AND ONE, AND MORE IMPORTANTLY BECCA MCCALLISTER CAN ONCE AGAIN BECOME BECCA WIPWRECK!"
Styles, "NOOOOOOOOOO!" "Kyrptonite" by Three Doors Down blasts over the PA as Sabrina announces, "Here is YOUR WINNER…�?CHHHHHHHHRISTIAN MICHAELSSSSSS!" | |
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| CM Hops off the ladder, stumbles back and falls into the corner holding his back with his left hand but raising the briefcase high into the air with his right. Fecca, "I feel like I’m calling the Red Sox winnin�?the World Series! What an incredible first win in this feud for Christian Michaels, and at such a pivitol time. The stakes could not have been any higher!" CM reaches out and calls for a microphone. Of course he gets it promptly and his music fades. Becca, who’s in the ring by now, rushes over and hugs her savior. Michaels, "Becca�? Becca lets him go to listen to him. Michaels, "Becca�?(Motions toward the broken tables, the seeming unconscious WallStreet in the ring, the ladder)�?All of this was for you�?All of this was so that you could free yourself from this�?This scum bag (crowd cheers)�?FONT color=#0033ff> And become a free woman again�?Don’t wait any longer. Now that you’ve got the chance to get out, take it before he finds a way to screw you again ." Becca nods, clearly in very deep agreement with CM as Fecca says, "Absolutly!"
Styles, "Think about this Becca! You don’t wanta do this!" CM, "Can somebody hand her a pen?" CM begins messing with the briefcase and finally opens it, revealing some papers on a clip board. A crew member rushes a pen to the ring and Becca reaches out and grabs it as CM flips through the divorce papers to the last page. The camera zooms in and sure enough, WallStreet has in fact signed the bottom of the page and it just awaits Becca’s signature. CM, "Here.. Sign this and be done with it." Becca nods and takes the Clipboard. As she does, she leans into the microphone and says, "Thank you Chris�?I owe you so much for this." CM Shakes his head, "You don’t owe me anything Becca�?It’s what friends do." Becca smiles warmly and looks like she could cry again�?She nods and takes the clip board from him, backing up toward the center of the ring�?The official has taken down the ladder and removed it since CM won. Anyway�?CM walks out with her to support her�?Becca takes the Pen to the paper�?Signs it, and then opens her arms to CM again. CM grabs her and the two embrace in the middle of the ring to great ovation from the fans. Fecca, "This folks, is what it’s all about�? Becca’s holding CM tightly, hugging him�?The crowd however, is starting to cheer a little less and a little less, but Why? �?Uh Oh�?WallStreet’s used the ropes to crawl to the corner behind CM and is pulling himself up in the corner. Becca, who had her eyes closed, opens her eyes and they get wide as she spots WallStreet. Fecca, "Warn CM and get out of Dodge!" Becca’s lips suddenly coil into a smirk as she lets go of CM�?CM looks at Becca and raises a curious eyebrow�?Becca suddenly rears back and SLAAAAAAAP! Fecca, "WHAT IN THE HELL?!" CM Grabs his face and instantly a look of hurt (and not the physical kind) enters his eyes�?Before he can do much about it however, WallStreet grabs him by the shoulder, spins him around and drives the boot into his gut doubling him over�?/P> Fecca, "WHAT�?NO!" WallStreet hooks Michaels arms�?Jumps up�?/P> BAM! Stock Market Crash. The fans boo loudly as WallStreet gets up, looking half dead as he looks down at Michaels. Becca walks over, that evil smirk on her face as she looks at WallStreet�?WallStreet looks down at her�?Becca rubs a hand over his chest and WallStreet grabs the back of her hair, drops down and gives her a deep, disgusting, tongue wrestling kiss�?When he lets her go she gets a look like she just had her world rocked, which just makes the fans boo louder. Fecca, "THAT ROTTEN BITCH!"
Styles, "GAH! YES!" Becca grabs WallStreet’s arm and raises it in the middle as "Piggy Bank" by 50 Cent begins blasting over the PA and garbage begins to flood the ring. Fecca, "I Can’t believe it! How long were these two in cahoots?! When did�?Wait�?you don’t think�?Did Becca KNOW WallStreet was coming to her wedding some few months ago?! Did she……�?THAT JEZABEL!"
Styles, "YES! YES! YES!" WallStreet leans down on Becca and Becca helps him to the ropes. Styles, "You know what this means?"
Fecca, "A lot of things and none of em good."
Styles, "It means you threw punches on Misses MCCALLISTER’S Husband!"
Fecca, "Yeah well, after this getting fired doesn’t seem like such a terrible fate."
Styles, "Oh Boy! I wonder who they’ll replace you with! Maybe I’ll get to make JR look like a dummy! Or maybe Tony Schiavonie will be brought back, he still needs work! Oh the possibilities."
Fecca, "I’m glad you’re so damn gleeful! ………�?Well folks�?I don’t even have words for what happened here. PWT has just been covered by a black cloud�?I guess�?Well, Earlier today Ken Mitchell went outside and got opinions on the outcome of tonights main event from some of the fans here in Champaign�?Let’s take a look at that while the ring crew cleans this mess up�?I just�?Unreal." | |
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| [ The sound of "What I Want" By Daughtry begins to play over as the titratron flickers to life and shows the video of Ciara Cage. The gorilla curtain is pulled aside and Ciara comes out from behind it onto the stage. Dressed in her ususal ring attire Ciara taunts the crowd. Sabrina: Making her way to the ring, she is the challenger for the PWT Femme Fatale championship.....She is...CIARA CAAAAAAAAGE!!!! [ As Ciara is announced to the ring she begins to make her way down the rampway and touches the hands of some of the fans leaning over the barricades.As she comes to the end of the rampway she takes a left where she then climbs the steel steps quickly hoping onto the ring apron. Ciara then climbs through the ropes and enters the ring where she goes to the closest turnbuckle. She taunts the crowd with her arms raised in the air. She then jumps off of the first turnbuckle and makes her way to the other three corners doing this until she is at the last one. That is when she jumps down into the ring and goes to the center where she jumps up and down waiting for her opponent to come out to the ring. Fecca: There she is folks, our challenger tonight for the Femme Fatale championship, Ciara Cage. She's fought through a lot the last several weeks to get this shot too Eddie. Lets hope that tonight all her hard work pays off. Styles: What?! How can you just throw all your support behind Ciara like that? Oh sure, she is pretty to look at, and maybe she worked a little bit to get this shot. But what about poor ole Plague? This match is a "Win or Go Home" situation. Fecca: Well that's all the doing of your buddy Nova. Styles: Yeah but that's because Plague should easily beat Ciara. So like Nova wante dto keep her motivated. But now if Ciara somehow cheats to win, Plague's gone from the clan. You know basically Ciara's in the same place Shawn Michaels was at Wrestlemania. Lets just hope that Ciara makes the right decision if it comes down to it and lets Plague win. Fecca: And what if Plague doesn't need Ciara to "let" her win? Styles: Then all is right with the world and I'll say "In your face Ciara!". [ Boy that Eddie Styles is one kooky character folks. Anyways the lights dim and "God's Gonna Cut Ya Down" by Johnny Cash starts up over the speakers. The fans are booing knowing its time for Plague's arrival to the ring. And as usual the Femme Fatale championess steps out from behind the curtain accompanied by her man Javen. They pause on stage sharing kisses that would make Edge an Lita blush. And then they make their way down the ramp to the chorus of boos. Sabrina: And now on her way to the ring.....She is the reigning PWT Femme Fatale championess...PLAGUE! [ The championess an her man make their way to ringside. Javen hops up onto the apron as Plague heads up the steps. He takes a seat on the middle rope ta hold it open for Plague, but the ref comes over and suddenly interupts things. Styles: Dubbya tee eff is this? Fecca: The ref having some words with Javen.. [ Heated words are exchanged between the referee and Javen. These words end with the ref pointing towards the back and telling Javen that he's ejected from ringside! Fecca: Yes! Styles: No! That's not fair! Fecca: Its totally fair Eddie. With Javen sent back to the back, we'll know that either Ciara or Plague win this match on their own merits. [ On the apron Javen and Plague are both arguing with the ref. The rainbow-haired warrior of PWT refusing to take his leave. So the ref waves towards the back and suddenly here comes PWT security. They are of course led by their chief, Marcus Johnson. His security detail getting down to ringside and pulling Javen down. He's kicking and screaming as the security staff haul him away. An poor Plague is left on the apron wondering what the hell is going on. But her attention is suddenly back on Ciara as Miss Cage yanks her around on the apron. Ciara with two handfuls of hair snatches Plague over the top rope an into the ring. Our championess landing on her butt. The ref turns to the action and calls for the bell. Its ringas and we're officially underway., Styles: Cheater! Fecca: Well sometimes you fight fire with fire Eddie. Styles: The match hadn't even started yet. [ Plague scrambles to her feet. She reaches back an unsnaps her championship. Plague then turns and swings at Ciara with the title. Its ducked under by Ciara. The championess turns around and gets rocked by a right.....and another....and another! A series of right hand shots rocks the championess to a corner. The femme fatale belt is dropped out of Plagues hand. A techie grabs it and takes it to the times keeper table. Meanwhile the challenger climbs up and starts the ole ten punch combo on Plague in the corner. Ciara manages seven before Plague pushes her off. The challenger lands on her feet though, but as she does the championess explodes out of the corner. Looking for a clothesline but no luck for Plague as Ciara ducks underneath. Before the infuriated championess can spin back around though, Ciara takes a waistlock and then pops her hips delivering a release German suplex on Plague. This sends the championess rolling out of the ring to gather herself. Plague is trying to shake out the cob-webs whens he notices the eyes get wide on the fans in the front row. She turns around into a baseball slide dropkick from Ciara! The championess sent stumbling back into the ringside barricade! Fecca: Look at Ciara Cage take it to the championess! Styles: Time out! Time out! [ Ciara Cage slides out the ring now. Plague is slumped on the barricade buts he comes back ta life after taking a stinging chop from Ciara! Miss Cage lookin ta send her opponent back into the ring. But Plague with an elbow to the stomach. She then grabs a handful of Ciara's hair and slams her face into apron! Now its Ciara Cage that stumbles over to the barricade. And then she gets her face baounced off it too! Plague then with ahandful of tights an a handful of hair sends Ciara into the ring-steps! Then the championess rolling in and back out to break the ref's count. Fecca: After stealing away the advantage with a couple cheapshots, Plague breaks the ref's count up. Though I'm suprised she didn't just roll in and take the countout victory. Styles: Pfft! She and the rest of the clan are too good for cheap victories like that. Fecca: It may come back to bite her later on though. [ Having rolled back out after breaking up the count, Plague glared at her challenger. She measured as Ciara began to get up. Plague then charges towards Ciara, looking to sandwich her between the steps and herself. But without warning Ciara Cage explodes into Plague with a massive spear! We're talking damn near snapping Plague in half! The crowd cheering loudly at the impact. Both women go down and the ref hops out to check on them both. Fecca: Good lord what a spear by Plague! Styles: Oh my God! Is Plague ok? [ Slowly, ever so slowly, Ciara Cage starts to get up from the thin padding outside. To her feet and she rolls into the ring. Still on the outside of the ring and Plague has at least rolled to her side. The ref see's that Ciara is back in the ring and decides that he has to do his job. He gets back in and to much discontent from the fans starts the ten count. Ciara realizes what's happening and knows that she can't win the title on a count-out. And so the challenger rolls back outside where Plague has made it to her hands an knees. The championess forced to her feet and rolled into the ring. Ciara makes the cover. ONE! Fecca: This could be it! Styles: No no no! TWO! Fecca: New championess... Styles: Kickout! THR-NO! [ Just before the fatal three, Plague reaches out and grabs the bottom rope. The ref see's it and calls off the count. Ciara is frustrated with herself for pinning so close to the ropes. She gets upa nd pulls plague up as well. But the championess may have played just a lil bit of possum there. As she's being pulled to her feet, Plague rakes Ciara's eyes. The fans boo as Ciara falls away to a corner. Plague ignores the ref chatising her about the cheap tactic. Instead she goes in and just buries a shoulder into Ciara's stomach in the corner. A second time! Then a third! Stepping back a half-step, Plague then hip tosses Ciara right out of the corner. Ciara, referred to as "Caged Booty" by Nova, lands on that same caged booty. Plague then with a swift kick to the lower back that causes Ciara to bow her back in pain. But this is a mistake on Ciara's part. Plague moves in and puts a knee between Ciara's shoulders and then grabs Ciara's wrists and pulls back her arms. Styles: Oh now that's gotta hurt. Fecca: Indeed it must Eddie. Folks that is a variation of the surfboard submission hold. And what Plague's doing is compressing Ciara's shoulder blades with that knee between them and pulling back on Ciara's arms. Styles: How the hell did you know that? Fecca: Well simply put Eddie, I'm the play-by-play guy here. Its my job to know the names of moves and be able to explain them to our fans that might not know what it does or what its called. You know I've probably forgotten the names of more moves than most people ever know in this business. Styles: You definately got me on that one. Fecca: And most of the younger stars in our business I'd wager. [ The ref down in front of Ciara, checking to see if she wants to give it up. Ciara Cage will NEVER give-up she says. But to this Plague responds with more pressure. Again though Ciara refuses to submit the match. Plague yells at her to give it up. But dammit ta hella n back Ciara is remaining defiant! And suddenly the fans start to get behind their favorite here. They're clapping and trying to empower Ciara. To the shock and suprise of Plague it appears to be working. Ciara starts shaking her arms as the clapping gets louder from the fans in response. Ciara Cage now forcing her arms back towards a normal position. At the same time the challenger starts working up to her knees, getting Plague's out from between her shoulders. Fecca: Look at Ciara Cage fighting out of that surfboard variation! Styles: Someone needs to tell these people to shut up so Plague can concentrate! Fecca: The people paid their money Eddie, its their right to cheer on Ciara if they want to [ With this capacity crowd behind her, Ciara Cage actually forces her way to her feet. Plague is still trying her best to maintain the pressure here. But its no good. Ciara manages to turn the tables and ends up behind Plague. Now its Ciara Cage pulling back on Plague's arms. The championess though is quick to take it to the ropes, causing the ref to step in and force a break of the hold. Ciara backs off to the center of teh ringa nd she waves Plague on. Annoyed now the championess storms after her opponent. But she took the bait right into Ciara's trap. The challenger taking the championess down witha drop toe hold. Ciara quickly moves in, taking a seated side headlock on Plague before she can do anything. Fecca: Ciara reversed out of the surfboard and now has the championess off her game. This could be the oppurtunity she's looking for. Styles: Plague's just thinking of a way out of this. [ Plague indeed is thinking of an escape from this headlock. And she pushes up to her hands an knees. Ciara tightens her grip, but still Plague makes it to her feet. The ref makes sure its not slipped into a choke-hold as they stand up. Plague reaches behind Ciara and grabs a handful of hair, yanking on it. The ref notices and warns Plague to stay off the hair. So she lets go of the hair. Plague with a couple of elbows to the mid-section on Ciara. She then shoves her challenger off towards the ropes. Cage hits the farside ropes and rebounds off. Plague tries to send Ciara down with a shoulder block but its the championess sent down to the mat. But she quickly races back to her feet. As she was getting up though, Ciara hit the nearest set of ropes. Rebounding off those she leapfrogs over Plague who had set for a back body drop. Ciara to the ropes following the leapfrogging of the championess. Again Ciara leapfrogs over Plague. But instead of charging for the ropes again, Ciara stops and she then she slaps Plague....on the ASS! Fecca: Well then! Styles: Now that's what I'm talkin about! [ The championess jumps and rushes to the ropes. She rubs her backside while glaring at Ciara who stands laughing in the center of the ring. Well dammit all that isn't how you treat the Femme Fatale championess. So bah gawd Plague charges at Ciara like a locomotive out of control. But the championess is caught by surprise as Ciara delivers a deep arm-drag takeover. That's not all though! Ciara holds onto the left arm of Plague, applying an armbar. The championess manages to roll out of the armbar and both ladies come up with Plague having managed a hammerlock on Ciara. Its reversed though an Ciara ends up with the hammerlock on Plague. A couple elbows to the face by Plague stuns her challenger. She bends over and pulls the left leg from under Ciara, sending the challenger to her back. Plague then with a spinning toehold. Looking to spin again the championess is caught by suprised as she's rolled into a small package by Ciara! ONE.........TWO...........THR-NO! Plague is able to kick out before the three. She quickly rolls outside and yells at the cheering fans to shut up. Oh but you know they cheer even louder then. Fecca: Plague should be concentrating on her opponent instead of trading insults with our fans. Styles: No what needs to happen is that those fans should be kicked out of here for being so unruly. Fecca: Give me a break. [ In the ring Ciara can't believe that Plague is busy with the fans instead of her. Sos he marches right over and leans over the top rope. And though its not legal, the fans love it as Ciara grabs a handful of Plague's hair and starts pulling her onto the apron. Styles: What the hell ref?! Fecca: The ref is admonishing Ciara, but turnabout is fair play Eddie. [ The ref is indeed warning Ciara about the hair, but really his warnings aren't needed. Plague reaches upa nd hooks her arm around Ciara's head. The championess then drops down to her butt on the apron, snapping Ciara across the top rope! The challenger sent flying back and landing a crumpled heap in the ring! Fecca: My word! Plague just effectively delivered a stunner across the top rope! Styles: And now it looks like she's seconds away from retaining the championship. Even though Javen lost tonight, the clan has rebounded nicely. Fecca: I hate to say it but I think you're right Eddie. [ Plague slips into the ring and makes a cover. ONE............TWO........NO! Ciara kicks out! Plague looks at the ref wideyed and says it was a three. The ref stands his ground though. So the championess makes another pin and this time hooks a leg. ONE..........TWO.........KICKOUT! Ciara refuses to be pinned here. Now Plague hooks both legs! ONE..............TWO........KICKOUT AGAIN! Styles: How the hell does she keep kicking out? Fecca: Its the will to be a champion Eddie. It'll drive a person far beyond what they think their limits are. | |
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| [ Totally pissed off, Plague gets up and she's all in the ref's face. The championess tellin our ref he needs to learn how to count faster. But she never notices Ciara getting to feet until its too late. The challenger with a waistlock on Plague and then rolls back into a pin. ONE.............TWO.............KICKOUT! Again Plague shoots to her feet, cornering the ref in..a corner actually. She's complaining now of having her tights pulled by Ciara. The ref nor the crowd are buying it. Ciara tries to take advantage with a clothesline but Plague ducks out of the way. Luckily Ciara is able to put on the brakes. However unlucky for her Plague rolls her up in a school-girl pin. Once the ref is out of position to see, Plague yanks the tights exposing the top half of Ciara's booty much to the delight of the male fans in attendance. ONE............TWO...........THREE-NO! His hand was so close to slapping the mat that third time that ya couldn't slip a penny between the ref's hand and the mat, but he saw it! Ciara managed to get her shoulder off the mat again! Fecca: Was that a three? .....NO! The refs ays Ciara got her shoulder off the mat! Styles: WHAT?! [ Plague is up and thinks thats he just retained the championship. But the ref tells her that Ciara gotthe shoulder up. Plague can't believe it and turns around with intentions to put Ciara away for good. Buts he turns into a kick to the mid-section! Ciara hooks her for a twist of fate-NO! Plague charged forward until she slammed Ciara's back into the corner. The championess follows up with a couple more shoulder thrusts. Plague then backs up and charges in for a power thrust. But the very game challenger manages to lift her legs as Plague charged in. Ciara rolls the championess into a modified crucifix pin! ONE............TWO.............KICKOUT! Plague rolled back out of the pin. She races up. Kick to the gut! Twist of fate by Ciara Cage on the championess! Fecca: CAGE EFFECT! CAGE EFFECT! Styles: Noooo!!!! [ Ciara Cage is spent emotionally and physically at this point. But somehow she manages to roll Plague onto her back. Cover made by Ciara and the fans are already on their feet. ONE.............TWO..............OH MY GOD NO! Plague was close enough and reached out and grabbed the bottom rope! And you can hear the crowd gasp, the air let out of their sails. Fecca: WHAT?! NO! Styles: YES! [ The challenger crawls to the center of the ring and asks the ref if that really happened. He tells her that it unfortunately did. And in the meantime Plague uses the ropes to pull herself up. She turns and stumbles toward Ciara who was only to a knee. But suddenly Ciara springs up and delivers another kick to the mid-section. The crowd once again jumps to their feet as Ciara again nails a twist of fate! The fans absolutely lose it as Plague hits the mat and flops over to her back! Ciara raced to her feet and saw Plague on her back. Exhausted she just falls into the pin. The crowd counting alone with the ref now. ONEEEEEE!!!! Styles: Kickout! Kickout Plague! TWOOOOO!!!! Fecca: New championess... THREEEEEE!!!! Fecca; YES! WE HAVE A NEW CHAMPIONESS! NEW CHAMPIONESS! [ The crowd explodes as Plague kicks out a moment too late! "What I Want" by Daughtry blasts over the speakers as Sabrina gets to her feet to make the announcement everyone has been waiting on. Sabrina: Your winner.....and the NEWWWWWW Femme Fatale championess......CIARA CAAAAAAAAGE!!!!! [ Fans are still cheering as the Femme Fatale championship is handed in to Ciara. She takes the belt and drops down to a knee, clutching the belt close to her chest. And meanwhile as Ciara celebrates, Plague rolls out of the ring and begins that slow walk back up the ramp. She watches as Ciara celebrates with her title....Well what *was* her title. Fecca: Eddie that right there is what this business is all about! Fighting your heart out and never giving up! Ciara Cage you have earned yourself thatc hampionship belt! I hope you enjoy this moment tonight, because this is what its all about! [ We then flash backstage again...moments before the main event, and Ken Mitchell has caught up with Christian Michaels. And folks the Southern Heartthrob does not look to be in any kind of a good mood. He's glaring at the camera. Ken: Excuse me, Christian, but can I get your thoughts about what happened tonight? You finally get a win against Wall$treet, but then it turns out that Becca Wipwreck-McCallister has finally embraced her marriage to Wall$treet. After the match you were... CM: Embarrassed! That's what the hell I was Ken! [ CM rans a hand through his long, dark hair. CM: Ya know lemme tell ya something here! I'm getting a lil sick and bah gawd tired of sticking my neck outf or people that don't deserve it. Because dammit if it don't seem like they turn around and take a swipe at my head with an axe or something. First I gave Bret Hart junior, that'd be Dante, more chances than he deserved at the Heavyweight championship. How'd he repay me and PWT? By being the biggest douche of a champion ever. And you gotta remember that we've had champions who quit because they didn't wanna face DVD and champions who were just a flash in the pan like Justina Rage. But luckily, if there's a God, my neck'll be saved by Nova taking the belt off Dante. [ A pause. CM: How messed up is it that Nova winning the title will save my neck? Bah! Anyways, after that grand mistake of giving Dante a second title shot, I go and make nicey-nice with Becca again. Had a lil sympathy for her situation with Taylor. So once again I stick my head out there and come about this-DAMNED-close to losing my head again! [ Michaels throws his hands up, still unable to believe what happened earlier. CM: I guess its just that I'm like Superman. I believe in second chances, even though everytime I do it bites me in the ass. Well ya know what Ken? Its about damned time that I started biting back! So you listen up good Taylor! I know you're somewhere in this building watching. And if you've got the nuts, bring your ass to the next edition of Shockwave. Then you an I can go one on one just one more time! [ The Heartthrob then storms off as we fade back to ringside... | |
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| [ Bob Fecca" We are just moments away from what could be the biggest match in PWT of 2008 so far. In just a mere sixty minutes we could either have a new Heavyweight Champion or see Dante Cross finally prove to the world he belongs as champ. Most insiders believe Nova is a lock to win this match especially after the tragic news of Nikki Black's death was reported early on Saturday morning, but I think Dante has shown countless times in the past he can overcome the odds even these that seem so insurmountable." Eddie Styles" My heart goes out to Nikki's family at this time and we have been instructed as you know Bob not to mention the exact specifics surrounding her death. We know it looks like a suicide at the moment and we are deeply sadden by this talented woman's decision ,but I think what suits her best is to remember the last match she had in professional wrestling at last week's Shockwave. She might not have wanted to be there thanks to Dante's boycott of any place that refuses to pucker up, but she did show up for her sister and with that final act of caring I think we all will miss her." Bob" Wow Eddie, I'm speechless. You actually said something poignant and not crass" Eddie" Yeah well with that out of the way lets get this match started. I want to see the Cancer knock the fuck out of this sad Canadian bitch" Bob" Now there is the Eddie I know" Eddie" Aren't you suppose to be speechless now?" Bob" Lets go to the video package highlighting how this match came about." [ The big screen lights up with what led to all of this here tonight. Now the video doesn't focus on the long and violent history between Dante and Nova before PWT since Dante pretty much covered a lot of that beforehand. What we see instead is Dante winning the Heavyweight title from Christian Micheals as he is handcuffed to the cage. Looks like when Dante was grabbing CM’s left wrist, he was doing more then holding it. The shocked look on CM’s face quickly changes to rage as he struggles to free his left wrist from where it’s handcuffed to the top bar of the cage. Dante swings one leg over... Then the other...
Fecca: " NO!! NOT LIKE THIS!!"
Dante is on the other side of the cage now and just let’s go and falls to the floor. The bell rings to the shock and anger of the fans in attendance.
Styles: "YES!! YES!! NEW CHAMPION!! NEW CHAMPION!! DANTE HAS FINALLY DONE IT!"
Dante pulls himself up to his knees as the ref comes over and hands him the PWT Heavyweight Title which he rips out of the ref’s hands and clutches to his chest tightly.
Fecca: "THIS IS ... BULL! HE CHEATED!!"
Styles: "You’re the one that said it Bob, NO DQ BITCH!!"
Refs and PWT staff come running down to ringside. We can guess they’re asking Dante for the key to the cuffs and he points to the small black bag still in the ring as he staggers to his feet.
Fecca: "I ... I can’t believe this ... Dante Cross is the new PWT Heavyweight Champion?"
Styles: "OH YA!! Say it again Bob, that’s music to my ears!"
Dante is looking down at the Title in amazement, not believing himself that he did it and kisses the Title before holding it above his head high. The crowd is REALLY pissed off and is booing thunderously and a few cups and debris come flying at Dante. This just seems to make the moment even sweeter as Dante limps to the top of the ramp and holds up the Title again. The refs have just gotten CM free as Dante kisses the faceplate of the Title again before leaving to the back. CM is leaning against the cage looking up the ramp, it just starting to sink in that he lost the Title. As if reading his face, the crowd starts chanting...
Crowd: "REAL CHAMP!" Clap-clap "REAL CHAMP!" Clap-clap "REAL CHAMP!" Clap-clap
CM looks out over the fans and raises his hand and they cheer for him loudly as he starts to make his way up the ramp.
Fecca: "I ... if you don’t turn into Shockwave next week, you’re not a fan of pro wrestling! I still can’t... Dante Cross is the new PWT Heavyweight Champion.. See you next week!" [ We see Nova making the challenge for Immortal Glory with Christian's rematch against Dante on the line in an I Quit Match.. CM looks away and then nods...He looks at Richards and he moves in towards him with Nova smiling like a damn cat chewing up the canary.... " Fuck you NOVA....I QUIT!!!" BF" Nooooooooo" ES" Ahahahaha yes...NOVA STAYS!!!" [ We see the lead up to the pay per view begin with Dante suddenly going from Champion to Chumpion with his incessant whining and cries of getting screwed over. We watch as Dante tries to get Nova to agree to some stupid Man Up match where playground age antics of constant attacking back and forth would reign. We watch Nova laugh his attempt to be the bad guy off and give him the free shot, something Dante takes advantage of by putting Nova out with the D.O.A. and then running off to the back to attack any of the other Caine members he could get a hold of until they refused to sell his crying tantrum and the excuse monster begins. We see excerpts of Dante's internet radio show where he announces PWT is out to screw him and therefore he is keeping their title in a pink duffle bag as some kind of childish shot at the company. We see Dante's only appearance on television this week as he stands in front of a church perhaps the one soon to hold Nikki's funeral and we watch Nova's Canadian tour..With it all culminating here tonight, three years of bitter feelings and harsh words ends with sixty minutes of pain and carnage. The one with the most pin falls or submissions at the end of that time will be the Heavyweight Champion of PWT....We go back to the live shot. Fecca" Dante won the title back at Shockwave 125 and has held the title just under two months with his title defense last month at Immortal Glory raising a lot of red flags when Dante started to take the turn towards walking away from PWT. We haven't been able to confirm if this will be Dante's last match in PWT, but right now with the death of his long time girlfriend Nikki Black and his time in Chicago and Texas picking up it would seem to be so." Styles" Thank god, Dante Cross never deserved that title to begin with , he stole it from the Redneck Superhero and has since defamed that belt around the country. I know everyone is dreading to see a title reign with the likes of NovaCaine, but right now I think its gotta be said it couldn't be any worse then what we have seen so far. I once was cheering for Dante’s title reign, but now I seen that when you let him be champion you are asking for one long trail of tears and that’s from the champion" [ Devils Rejects by Rob Zombie plays over the sound system inside the standing room only Assembly Hall. The boos erupt from the crowd in one unified chorus as the lights flicker then dim to just a spotlight on the stage. Nova steps through the curtain sans the normal smirk, he hops from one foot to the other limbering up his wrists and arms as he walks methodically towards the ring. Nova ignores the boos the only acknowledgement he makes that they are even there is when he dodges around raining trash. Nova leaps up onto the ring apron, taking a moment to wipe his feet before spring boarding in over the ropes and walking along the inside edge of the ring. Fecca" I don't think I have ever seen Nova look this serious in a long time. He knows what is at stake here tonight, if he wins he will be one of a select few that’s held the Heavyweight title in two of the big three federations. Tonight could be the culmination of his long journey to the top of PWT's food chain or could set him back for a long time come." Styles" Look into the eyes of the warrior and tell me that this man isn't ready to go to whatever extremes is takes to win that title." [ Devil's Rejects fades away and the boos fall silent [The arena lights cut as "Jimmy Crack Corn/Canuck Remix" by Eminem & 50 Cent starts [Eminem]
"Call 'em and tell 'em it time to hate us again, we're back!"
[Pyro’s explode on either side of the entrance and a white spotlight shines down and shows Dante walking out through the curtain carrying that pink duffle bag that holds the PWT title under his arm. The boos that are normally thunderous from the PWT fans have waned with what’s come to light over the last day or so , Dante looks out over the arena experiencing a mixed reaction with more cheers then boos for the first time since arriving in PWT. He starts slowly walking down the ramp way, smacking the outreached hands of his fans as he passes and jaw-jacking with a few mouthy fans [Eminem]
"Jimmy can crack corn, but I don't care
My enemies crack corn, but I don't care
You can be black, white or a albino yeah
You can have corn rows inside your hair
I give a fuck if I don't like your stare
This bottle of wine goes upside your head
A little bit psycho, but I know that
Think you just don't say it, then I won't say it
See if you don't brag, then I don't brag
I know I'm bad, as long as I know I'm bad
I don't need y'all to co-sign no shit
You can just keep making them tired old threats
A little bit like the boy you cried wolf yeah
See me, but don't dare to try no shit
Cause you know that somewhere inside those layers
A rattlesnake's right there to bite your ass
And I can be so quiet and strike so fast
Like lightning bolts right out the sky go *blah
From outta nowhere, you might find your career
Come to an *err and I'm just like (Oh Yeah)" [The ‘Tron shows Dante beating various wrestlers and clips of his feuds with Seifer, The Caines and Asshole Inc. "Jealous little fucks beg for my attention but
I done told you once, I'm not the kind of attention you want
If I tell you twice, then I won't be so nice
If you keep coming back, that only means you know you lost the fight
They wanna talk shit, let em talk shit, cause they talk shit
Knowing deep down, they really just wanna squash it
Cause no one wants to walk around, stepping in dog shit
And get doo-doo on the shoe again, soon as they washed it
But the pride won't let em, inside's like 'go get em'
And I'm just like 'Why your tryna fight momentum'
We just keep winning, by landslides oh and umm ..
Meanwhile your minds on us, like mine's on Maria
And y'all is just like her, you're all fucking liars
But I just keep fucking you, like I fucked her
Right in the ass with KY, yes sir!"
[This cuts to clips of Dante locking up wrestlers with the DOA from various positions. Back in the arena, Dante is walking up the metal steps and stepping through the ropes. On the ‘Tron, it continues from there into shots of Dante holding up a World Title after different matches for his 4 World Title reigns. Back in the arena, Dante is standing on the 2nd turnbuckle as the PWT fans mostly cheer him here tonight. [50 Cent]
"Ya homie got clapped on, man I don't care
The cops in my Nana crib, but I'm not there
It is what it is dogg, man life's not fair
Ya friend should've know not to front round here
Listen kid, where I'm from, the wolves smell fear
They'll strip yo ass of your jewels, right here
Man I'ma say this one time, now get this clear
Man you can catch a hot one like outta no where
A beautiful day, without drama is rare
Ya girl's a freak, man sometime we share
Yeah, I wear a condom and you go bare
You prolly heard about me, I'm a shown up player
In the hood politicking, like I'm running for mayor
riding, winding, dining and shining, know what I'm saying
I ain't got time for fucking around, and horse playing
I'm making hits, my homies taking hits, who's staying .." [The song fades out as Dante hops down and leans in the corner with a look of confidence and yet showing off his acting skills to appear very distraught over the death of Nikki. Who knows maybe somewhere inside him actually does feel for what HE did. Fecca" Well the champ looks a bit rough around the edges here tonight, but still looks very ready for this match" Styles" I guess he forgot the fix is in." Fecca" The only fix that’s been in around here is Dante's fix of illegal drugs" Styles" Ahaha finally you say something worth listening to" Fecca" Hey, I still think Nova is a sickening pervert who deserves to be hung from the tallest tree in the forest, but PWT has been my home for a lot years now and I dislike anyone disrespecting it like Dante is. " [ Senior Referee Jim Richards takes the bag from Dante as both he and Nova finally lock eyes with each other. Neither man blinking or even thinking about looking away. Richards removes the PWT title from the bag and holds it up over his head as special guest ring announcer Michael Buffer steps to the middle of the ring. Buffer" Ladies and Gentlemen Pro Wrestling Today in association with Nova-cution productions and Canuck Chronic Enterprises proudly brings to you its Main Event of the evening for the PWT Heavyweight title contested under Iron Man rules. The man with the most pin falls or submissions at the end of sixty minutes will be the champion. Ladies and Gentlemen are you ready?" [ Crowd Pops Buffer" I said are you readddyyy?" [ CROWD POPS Buffer" Then letssssssssss GET READYYYYYYYY TO RUMBLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" [ Crowd is going nuts their cheers at deafening levels. Fecca" I have to sound cliche' Eddie, but you can cut the tension in here with a knife" Eddie" Well don't let the Emo-saurus near that knife or he will cut himself" Fecca" Who is the Emo-Saurus...Nevermind" Buffer" First let me direct your attention to the front row and join me in welcoming a wrestling legend. She is a multi-time champion the world over and known as the Destructive Diva...Please put your hands together for WHISPERRRRRRRRR!!" [ Whisper stands up giving the crowd a wave as they give her a standing ovation. Her eyes lock on Dante with a seething anger we haven't seen from her since her days feuding with the man on the other side of the ring. Nova smirks at his former girlfriend as she gives him a glare as well, just not as hate filled as the one Dante just got. Fecca" She still looks like she could jump into that ring and teach some people a few lessons Eddie" Styles" I don't know about that, but that body is still as tight as the poster I got taped above my bed at home" Fecca" Why would you have it taped above your bed?...Ewwwwiee" Buffer" First the opponent in the corner to my left wearing the red trunks with black trim and hailing from Ward Seven at Sulphur Springs Sanitarium. He weighed in at two hundred and forty pounds this morning. He is a the leader of the notorious Caine Clan and a former Titanium Champion. Known as the Cancer of wrestling this is NOVACAINEEEEEEEEE!!" [ The cheers Whisper got are equal to if not overwhelmed with the amount of boos Nova gets. He smirks at the crowd raising his arms above his head and bringing them down in a double one finger salute directed at Dante who laughs at him rolling his eyes. Buffer" His opponent in the corner to my right wearing the black cargo shorts and hailing from the capital of Canada, Ottawa, Ontario. He weighed in at two hundred and thirty one pounds this morning and is the current reigning and defending Heavyweight Champion, known the world over as the Hardcore Canuck. This is DANTEEEEEEEEE CROSSSSSSSSSS" [ The mixed reaction continues from the fans with a chant of " NIKKI!! NIKKI!!" Rising up from the fans. [ Buffer exits the ring with Richards holding up the title one last time before handing it to the time keeper. Fecca" This match hasn't been as highly publicized as PWT had hoped, but I think we are still in for one helluva match" Styles" You would" [ The bell rings and the clock on the big screen starts its countdown, with Buffer making the official time announcements Fifty Nine minutes and fifty seven seconds [ Nova and Dante come towards the middle of the ring getting face to face, nose to nose with each other. Nova holds a slight height and weight advantage over the champion, but for the most part they look like mirror images of each other as far as physical characteristics go, except that Nova is a little more muscular then Dante. The smack talking turns into shoving back and forth and with the time that it takes to snap your fingers Nova and Dante are teeing off on each other with a flurry of fists. The two men go to the mat rolling back and forth across the center of the ring each man jockeying for the upper hand as the punches rain in. Fecca" I don't think we will be seeing much of a technical match here tonight" Styles" The heat is just too much between these two not to expect it to go to a brawl" [ Dante and Nova roll into the ropes and Richards moves in trying to break them up. Nova and Dante come up to their feet at the same time with Dante using the momentary second the ref is passing between them to bury a knee to Nova's gut and push him back against the ropes. He licks his palm and slams it against Nova's chest in a hard sounding open hand smack that turns into the chops made famous by the Nature Boy. Crowd" WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" Fecca" Dante and Flair are very close friends, if you remember Flair was here for Dante's first attempt to win the title" Styles" Who cares the old geezer is retired now. " [ Dante goes to whip Nova from the ropes, but the challenger holds on preventing the whip and pokes Dante to the eyes with the two finger jab Roddy Piper made famous. Dante rakes at his eyes stumbling back from the ropes and Nova kicks Dante to the gut doubling over the champ. Nova hits the ropes getting momentum; he grabs Dante's neck and lands the swinging neck breaker. Nova isn't done yet though as he bounces right back up hitting the ropes and coming down on Dante with the senton back splash going for the cover. One Two. Dante kicks out. Fecca" We almost had our first fall of the match" Styles" As much as I hate to admit it , might be to soon for a pin" Forty nine minutes and twenty five seconds remain [ Nova drags Dante to his feet and catches a thumb to the eye for his trouble. Dante whips Nova into the ropes catching him with a spinning heel kick on the return that brings some cheers from the fans. Dante goes on the offensive driving home the heavy hands with a series of lefts and rights. He grabs Nova around the throat choking him with Richards moving in for the five count. One....Two....Three....Four...Fiv... [ Dante breaks the choke smirking down at the challenger before going right back to choking him again. One...Two...Three...Four..Fiv- [ Dante breaks the choke at the very last instance with the ref starting to lecture him now. Dante brushes aside the ref pulling Nova to his feet and taking him over with a brutal snap suplex rolling through for the pin. One Two T.. [ Nova kicks out Fecca" I'm surprised we are seeing this many wrestling holds in this match. I looked for a pier six brawl by now" Styles" I thought the cops told you to stay off the piers. No more sailors for you" Fecca"......." [ In the ring Dante fires Nova into the ropes looking for the tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, Nova shows off a few of those Lucha skills he still holds onto in the vault by hooking Dante's head on the tilt upwards and taking him over with a spinning head scissors. Dante and Nova come back to their feet almost at the same time with Nova spearing Dante back into the corner and firing in some fists and chops of his own. He drives his knee into Dante's gut. Nova grabs Dante by his hair and spits in his face. "You will be buried after I kill you!!" Fecca" That’s just disgusting" Styles" I guess digging up dead people and killin.. Ermm he deserves it." [ Nova whips Dante across the ring towards the far corner following him in, but Dante rebounds out of the corner with a low dropkick right to Nova's knee sending the Cancerous one toppling end over end. Fecca" Now that will dislocate a knee" Styles" This just in Dante Cross has lost his Impact title tonight in Texas" Fecca" He is right there, how could he be in Texas and Illinois at the same time?" Styles" Rumor has it Shadow let him borrow the invisible jet" Fecca" He has an invisible jet?" Styles" Well he has an invisible something and I hear Dante was using it." [ Dante goes to work on Nova's knee rolling him to his stomach and grabbing the leg, he jerks Nova into air by the leg and stomps down on the back of his knee as he drives him down onto the mat. Nova lets out a yell in pain as Dante does this several times over and then flips Nova over screaming at him "This is for the Hitman" [ Dante goes for the Sharpshooter on Nova, but the challenger grabs Dante's foot trying to prevent him from stepping through. Fecca" If he hooks on the Sharpshooter Dante could score the first victory of the match, which is really an important one" Styles" Look at Nova fight; he knows he could be in trouble" [ Dante tries again to step through and Nova pivots his hips and shoulders wiggling around on the mat preventing Dante from getting the hold on...Dante gives up on the sharpshooter falling back and hooking the ankle while grapevining the knee. Nova screams as the torque reaches his knee. He immediately uses the slight weight advantage to roll to his stomach trying to relieve the pain slightly. Fecca" Dante has that ankle lock cinched in tight, if Nova don't tap he could have a broken ankle or a hyperextension of the knee." Styles" Nova is rolling to his stomach though to keep the pressure eased." Twenty Nine Minutes and ten seconds remaining [ Dante comes up to his feet wanting to really crank on that ankle and twist the knee. Nova does a push up trying to roll through, but Dante keeps his base wide trying not to be thrown off balance. Nova holds this push up for several seconds before slumping back to the mat. Richards moves in again asking Nova if he wants to quit.
" NOOOOOO!!" [ Dante twists Nova's ankle in ways that the human body just aren't meant to bend. Fecca" Nova is showing a lot of heart here by not tapping, but I think he is making a mistake. There is still plenty of time in this match and getting yourself crippled now isn't going to help you in the later parts of this match." Styles" Nova won't tap to Dante, he might pass out from the pain but he will never tap. Dante prides himself on making people tap, so much so that he went berserk last month after being unable to make T.O.G. tap out. Nova knows this and will do everything in his power to keep that from happening. Ohhhh this just in....Samoa Joe has won the TNA title!" Fecca" Will you quit that." Styles" Hey if I tell our fans what’s happening elsewhere they won't want to tune into their shows and then we make more money" Fecca" I must be getting tired because that actually makes sense" [ Nova again tries to push himself up to free himself and again Dante fights it off making sure not to allow the roll through. Nova falls back against the mat seemingly falling unconscious from the pain. The ref moves in to check Nova's arm. Fecca" I think Nova's out. The pain was just too much for him" Styles" He has held on longer then a lot of other men could have" [ The ref raises Nova's arm. One Two Thr [ Nova pops up and rolls through taking Dante with him who got caught by surprise thinking Nova was out cold. On the roll through Nova hooks Dante's legs catching him in a variation of the small package. One.. Two.. Three... [ Dante kicks out but it’s a hair second to late Fecca" He was playing possum. NovaCaine just pinned the champion with a quick roll up" Styles" Dante got way to casual thinking he had that first fall and it bit him in the ass. " [ The crowd boos as Dante sits in the middle of the ring looking on in disbelief and Nova drags himself up in the corner trying to put some weight on his leg but grimacing in noticeable pain. Buffer" The winner of the first fall of the evening...Novacaine." [ Dante shoots to his feet going at Nova furious that he got suckered like that. Nova manages to sidestep Dante pushing him into the corner and trying to school boy him. Nova manages to get the good leg up on the ropes for extra leverage as the ref counts. One.. Two. Th [ Richards spots Nova's foot on the ropes and stops the count...He screams at Nova with Dante using his leg strength to push Nova off.
Nova gets in Richards face and the two exchange words Styles" I think Richards is a damn Canadian. Look at him trying to save Dante's title for him" Fecca" Nova was using the ropes for leverage. He was cheating and the ref caught him that has nothing do with where he is from" Styles" I didn't see Nova cheating" Fecca" You never do" [ With Nova arguing with the ref Dante looks to take advantage and clips Nova knee from behind buckling the challenger. Dante goes back to work on the leg with a spinning toe hold. Nova puts his boot in Dante ass shoving him off. He sits up but Dante uses the ropes on the rebound to hit that low dropkick right to Nova's face. He drags Nova to his feet Irish whipping him towards the ropes, Nova reverses , Dante reverses back going low and hooking Nova dropping his throat on the top ropes with the hot shot. Fecca" A move made famous by the late Hot Stuff Eddie Gilbert" Styles" We probably shouldn't talk about dead people in light of things right now" FIFTEEN MINUTES REMAINING!!! | |
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| [ Dante goes for the pin fall One... Two Thre [ Nova again kicks out...Dante slams his hand into the mat looking pretty frustrated. He drops the bombs on Nova again with some fists that would make Ali have that stroke all over again. He drags Nova up signaling he might be going for the "Game Time"(Pedigree/Fameasser variation) Dante hooks Nova like he is going for the pedigree, but Nova lifts him up the knee buckling with him, but somehow he manages to hold Dante, trying to hook his head for the Kryptonite Krunch. Dante scrambles down Nova's back getting free and reversing looking for the DOA..Nova has already taken a nap over this move before and is prepared for what it feels like right before he can lock it on. Nova jerks away going into a standing switch and ducking low to lift Dante up onto his shoulders looking for the C.O.D. Dante is also pretty well versed in what this move could do and rakes Nova's eyes to get free...Dante falls down face to face with Nova going for a clothesline on the temporarily blinded Caine. Nova ducks and Dante runs towards the ropes, Nova spins around and Dante hits the ropes, leaping to the second one and spring boarding off hooking Nova's head and driving him into the mat with the reverse DDT. Fecca" He calls that Dante's Inferno" Styles" Such a witty guy" [ Dante hooks Nova going for the quick pin with a hand full of tights for extra insurance One. Two Three [ The crowd this time gives that mixed pop for Dante once again and start to chant " Nikki!! Nikki!!" Fecca" We just tied this sucker up with less then twelve minutes to go" Styles" Dante cheated" Fecca" Just like Nova tried before. This is a lose/lose situation for the title as far as I am concerned. Neither one of these men does that title justice" [ Nova and Dante lay there in the ring both breathing pretty heavy and showing the effects of going non-stop for over the last forty five minutes. Buffer" Making it one fall a piece...The winner of the fall...Dante" [ Dante is the first to move slowly getting back to his feet. Nova rolls to his stomach pushing himself up onto his hands and knees. Dante sees his opportunity and goes for the mahistrol cradle... One Two Thr [ Nova gets out Fecca" Dante almost took the lead with that quick thinking" Styles" Nothing quick about a Canadian except when it comes to bed...one minute man" Fecca" How would you know that?" Styles" Nikki told me before she killed herself. I hear that’s why she did it." Fecca" You will be getting a fine for that one" [ Dante and Nova fight back to their feet exchanging another flurry of fists with neither man getting the upper hand...Nova looks for that spear again and Dante sidesteps him sending him flying through the middle of the ropes and crashing to the floor. The ref moves in for the count out One Two Three Four Fecca" Nova hit pretty hard, I don't think he is getting up" Styles" Never count out the Cancer...It always comes back" [ Dante doesn't want the count out victory though as he steps through the ropes breaking the count. Nova crawls up onto his hands and knees next to the end of the ring and sees Dante's ugly stick propped against the corner. He grabs a hold of it with Dante not seeing this because he is to busy arguing with the ref. Dante shoves the ref away sizing Nova up who turns as Dante runs along the apron leaping with a Cactus Jack-ish style death defying clothesline dive. He leaps just as he realizes he is screwed and the front row audience right there can actually hear Dante say 'Fuck" as Nova brings up the Ugly Stick whacking him in the skull with it, a sickening thud echoing through the sold out arena Fecca" Damn him; he is always looking for a way to cheat" Styles" Just like your boy Dante" Fecca" I'm not Dante's boy and he isn't mine. That’s Tracker's job anyway. " [ Richards was shoved away by Dante so he had his back to the action just for the split second when Nova teed off on Dante's skull with his own weapon. Richards turns around now and Nova has already ditched the Ugly Stick on the floor again and is putting the boots to Dante. The ref screams for them to get back in the ring and Nova finally obliges lifting Dante up bringing a gasp from the audience Fecca" Jesus Dante has been split open" [ Blood trickles down Dante's face from a wound right over his left eyebrow. Nova rolls Dante back into the ring slowly climbing back up onto the ring apron favoring his leg big time now. Nova uses the ropes to springboard back in with the leg drop screaming more then Dante would as he lands on that bad leg, but he fights through the pain looking for the pin fall One Two Thre [ Dante kicks out Fecca" Everyone has been on their feet since this match started. What a match to live up to the hype its received" Styles" Ehhh if you say so..." Five minutes Remain Fecca" We are under the five minute mark with this match still knotted at one a piece" Styles" I smell a sudden death in our future" [ Nova rakes at the wound on Dante's forehead, rabbit punching it to make sure what started as a trickle is now an open wound pouring blood.
Nova crawls to his feet looking exhausted, he turns picking Dante back up and trying for a suplex. Dante hooks his leg around Nova's inside leg blocking him from lifting him. Dante tries for his own suplex and Nova blocks, they break apart with Dante jerking Nova forward and damn near decapitating him with a short arm clothesline ala Jake Roberts. Dante wipes the blood from his eyes dropping a knee to Nova's sternum and then going for the pin fall. One Two Three [ NOO Nova's shoulder barely comes up off the mat as the three was going down Fecca" God that was close" Styles" Close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades" Fecca" Thank you Gorilla Monsoon" [ Dante again slams his hand down on the mat, he climbs to his feet wiping the blood away again and flicking it on Nova. He pulls the Cancerous one up to his feet sending him into the ropes and hitting an old school cross body One Two Thre [ Nova again kicks out. Two Minutes Remaining Fecca" We are under two minutes now folks. What a night and what a match" Styles" This night opened with a wild shockwave and is now closing with a match that’s gotta be considered for match of the year" Fecca" You say that every month" Styles" Well Nova is in a lot of main events." [ Dante pulls Nova up shoving his head between his legs with what looks like a piledriver, but Dante smirks doing a little over and over motion with his hands Fecca" Canadian Destroyer!!" Styles" Damnit No...This move should be illegal" [ Dante bounces going into the leap, but Nova prevents him from going all the way over and slams him onto the mat with an Alabama Slam One Minute Remaining [ Nova falls on Dante and the ref makes the count One Two Thre-- [ Dante gets the shoulder up Fecca" Talk about a nail biter" Styles" Get off my hand, bite your own nails" [ Nova and Dante come to there feet Dante swings at Nova's head with a big ole haymaker right hand and Nova ducks, hooking him and taking him into the air Thirty Seconds remaining. [ Nova hooks Dante’s head and drives him down onto the mat with the C.O.D. Crowd: Boooooooooooo!! Twenty Seconds Remaining [ Nova was too weak to hold onto the pin and now lays next to Dante with neither man moving. Fecca" I don't think Nova has anything left to make the cover" Styles" Get up Nova! I can't deal with another month of Canuck crying" Ten seconds remaining. [ Nova rolls over throwing his arm over Dante's chest Five seconds remaining [ Richards moves in for the count One ...Four Two ...Three Three ..Two ...One Fecca" Dear god he did it" Styles" YES!!" [ The clock on the big screen reads zero and the bell is ringing. We see the small icon in the corner of the screen click over Dante: 1 Nova: 2 Fecca" NovaCaine has won the Heavyweight title of the world here tonight with no time to spare" Styles" What a match" Buffer" Here is your winner and NEWWWWWWWWWW CHAMPION!!! NOVACAINE!!! [ The boos kick it up an octave as God's Gonna Cut you down hits and The Caine Clan come from the back. Mason and Noseferatu are the first in the ring helping Nova up to his feet, with the new champ putting his arms around their shoulders to brace himself. Kimmie comes into the and kisses Nova on the cheek hugging her big brother, followed by Javen and Josiah both offer congratulations with Plague staying on the ring steps still unsure of her future with the Clan right now. Jim Richards goes to hand Nova the title, but Nova shakes his head No saying something to Josiah who digs into his coat pocket and hands Nova a pair of rubber gloves. Nova puts on the gloves before taking the title from the ref. Fecca" What the hell is that all about?" Styles" Have you seen the way Dante has been treating that title? I wouldn't want to touch it with my bare hands either. " [ Nova says something to Kimmie and she smirks going to the floor and getting under the ring, she pulls out a white five gallon bucket and brings it back into the ring. Fecca" Now what are they up too" Styles" Hehehe I have a filling this isn't going to end good for our former champion" [ Nova hands the belt to Kimmie and takes the bucket from her, he hobbles over to where Dante is just barely starting to move and lifts the bucket up like he is going to empty it on him, but then pauses. He looks out at the ringside area and gestures with a come here motion of his index finger towards the front row Fecca" Who is he gesturing towards?" Styles" Maybe some hottie in the crowd, that wants to be Nova's next conquest. I hear he is a free agent again" [ Styles is sorta right because it is a hottie in the crowd, but not really a fan ...Of Nova or anyone else in that ring besides Kimberly and probably Plague. Fecca" I see who he was calling for now" Styles "See I was right, it is a hottie" [ Whisper comes over the security railing and into the ring. She looks at Nova with that confused what the hell do you want look and Nova says something to her mouthing the words "For Harmony" as he hands her the bucket. Whisper grins ear to ear in that devilish way of hers and then dumps the bucket on Dante's head. Covering his head and upper body in a mound of dirt and manure from a cow pasture...Whisper drops the bucket on Dante and kicks him sharply in the ribcage. Fecca" There is no call for that" Styles" After the way Dante turned on his old friend because she didn't like him bringing up her personal life, I think she has every call in the world and look Dante is right finally...He just got buried by PWT and NovaCaine" [ Nova is standing there holding his title smirking when his music cuts out. 
[ The crowd pauses in showing their displeasure as the sound of someone "clapping" is heard over the sound system. BreAnna Black appears on the stage, dressed in a short little black skirt, a black corset top, and black knee high stiletto heeled boots. (Bre's idea of dressing for mourning). 
[ She stands on the stage her hands still clapping at Nova's victory. She smiles, and then pulls a mic from under her arm.
"Well done Andrew ... You have stood before the people tonight and have finally settled the question that I'm sure all these fans were dying to have answered. Who really is the better man NovaCaine or Dante Cross." [ She strolls across the top of the ramp with an air of cocky confidence
"I guess it would be appropriate for me to introduce myself ... I am BreAnna Black. Older sister to the late Nikki Black, while it was all nice and stuff how you people "honored" her, and how you are all "supporting" Dante during this difficult time. Don't you think you stupid morons should wake up and smell the coffee? "
[ Bre points down towards Dante
"Dante doesn't need to be supported right now, he is the one responsible for her death! She was just fine before going to see you ... I don't know what it is you said or you did to her, but I swear that I will find out! " [ You can see the flare of hatred in her eyes when she speaks to the mound of dirt where Dante's head is buried. I guess hoping he can hear her through the dirt.
"I also think it's completely unfair for people to sit and blame Andrew for any of this ... After all he shouldn't be held responsible for what happened the night Nikki came to his room. Nikki was such a prude, I’m sure she probably teased Andrew. Hell for all I know she might have promised him sex if he would keep her precious little Dante safe. Sickening if you ask me.... That is what makes her and I different. She was weak ... always cared about what other people might think.. Always afraid to upset the boat.. Make people mad. Pathetic ..." [ The fans realize they should be booing this new girl into the equation even if she is the sister of the dearly departed
"Which brings me to my real reason for being here ... This goes to PWT Management .... Looks like you have an opening on your roster ....where do I sign up? "
[ Bre turns to walk through the curtain, then pauses and turns back to the ring
"Oh, an Andrew.. Anytime you want to test the seats in a rental car ... give me a call." [ Bre laughs and tosses the mic out into the audience as she steps through the curtains Fecca" Oh my god, BreAnna Black is coming to PWT!!" Styles" More importantly I think she just offered to help Nova 'celebrate' " Fecca" How could this girl forget what this man did to her sister like that?" Styles" I don't know, but Nova doesn't seem to be real interested at the moment" [ Nova turns his back to the stage never acknowledging the surviving Black sister and holds his title above his head Fecca" We are out of time folks, tune into Shockwave next week for all the aftermath of Criminal Intent. Is Dante really done with the company and what does tonight’s victories spell for the future of so many in PWT?" Styles" Who cares...Nova is the CHAMP!!" Fecca" For the Rico Suave on Style...I'm Bob Fecca and we will see you ringside" [ The show fades with a closing montage of what went on tonight.. | |
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