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| | | From: WallStreet (Original Message) | Sent: 4/29/2008 4:26 PM |
Date - April 27th
Venue - Iowa City, Iowa, University of Iowa = Carver-Hawkeye Arena
Theme - To Be Determined
Deadline - 10PM Central Sunday Night
24 Hour Deadline - YES! Oh Wow... Just Wow. After everything that happened at Criminal Intent this is going to be a most unique night, I guarantee it. 
Main Event
The Crowning Of A Champion
(A New Era has begun in many of ways... Not only in the managerial department, but also in our championship department. Join the Caine Clan and PWT Management in an official championship celebration where YOUR NEW World Heavyweight Champion will get an oppertunity to enjoy the spoils that he's won. Also, The Unveiling of a Championship belt? Rumor Mill says yes, but I guess you'll have to tune in to find out.
Writer: Taylor
Main Event - Match 7
Singles
WallStreet vs Christian Michaels
(Feeling completly betrayed at Criminal Intent (and with just cause as he was completly betrayed), Christian Michaels has made the challange for a rematch here tonight. Much to all of our surprise, WallStreet has accepted so right here live on Network TV the world gets a Pay Per View Main Event calibur bout for absolutly free.)
Writer: Taylor
Match 6
Singles
Brandon Marks V.S. Carlos Mitchell
(Carlos Mitchell keeps trying and trying but seemingly to no avail. Brandon Marks seems to be in a similar boat as everytime he picks up a little steam he seems to get sent of course. Tonight one of these two men continue their downward spiral as one gets the oppertunity to try and jump start their momentum all over again.)
Writer: Aaron
Match 5
Triple Threat Tag
#1 Contendership to the PWT Tag Team Titles
Melody Sanders & Xaiver Homicide vs Brian West & Syndey Andrews V.S. Bobby & Image Johnson
(It's already huge that three great tag teams are getting a chance to obtain the PWT Tag Team championships, BUT, in what's sure to be HUGE for PWT fans, Both Image and Bobby Johnson are making their return to PWT Television in a huge way. Could one of the most dominate couples in PWT History be returning directly to the highway to Tag Team gold or will one of these impressive new intergender teams cement their place by defeating the former PWT World Champion and former PWT Femme Fatale championess?)
Writer: Bobby Johnson
Segment
Interview
Ken Mitchell does an In Ring Interview with Da Sweet Lunatic
(Will DSL Be returning to action? What are her plans whether she does or not? Where's she been? All this and more covered in this live Interview.)
Writer: Taylor
Match 4
Singles
That One Guy V.S. Midnight
(Interesting... The Caine Clan's been trying to lure That One Guy away from CM's Anti-Caine alliance... M idnight seems very chummy with the Caines... Alot of outside factors could make this a very interesting situation.)
Writer: Nova
Match 3
Singles
Tommy Creed V.S. Sean Brothers
(The Bigman makes his in ring debut for PWT as he takes on the Indy Sensation Tommy Creed. Creed looked impressive in his pre-PPV debut, now can he keep the momentum against Sean Brothers or will the big man begin his reign of terror over PWT?)
Writer: MJ Storm Match 2
Singles
Miley Sky vs Stella Moon
(On the Pre-PPV Shockwave Miley Sky made an impressive debut win over fellow Debuter Stella Moon. However, there were some outside issues that helped Stella's downfall in that match. This week Stella gets an oppertunity to try her luck with Miley again and try to prove that she's the biggest new addition to the Femme Fatale division and not Miley... However, a loss here cements Miley's win as being no fluke and means it's time for Miley to start taking off.)
Writer: Barb
Segment
PWT Corporate Takeover
(After the events that took place at Criminal Intent it should be no surprise that tonights show will open up with an official address from the Dictators... Erm... I mean Directors of PWT, Becca and Taylor McCallister.)
Writer: Taylor __________________________________________________ Dark Card Dark Match 3 Marcus Johnson V.S. The Goon
(Despite not being on TV, This should be a very solid match for the fans live in attendence as the always witty Marcus Johnson combats the witless Goon.)
Writter: Summerized Dark Match 2 Handicap Match
Akmed V.S. Two Local Talents
(A Chance for two local talents to get exposure in front of PWT Executives or a double sacrifice? You decide.)
Writter: Summerized Dark Match 1 SA Syko V.S. Slade
(One on o ne competition to get the fans ready for the show.)
Writter: Summerized  Results
Card Subject To Change
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| Prior to Shockwave as the fans are entering the arena, a few pre-show matches are occuring for the in house entertainment. Those bouts went as follows... Match 1
SA Syko V.S. Slade
Winner: The fan who got in the concession line earliest This contest was pretty boring, good thing there weren't very many fans filling their seats yet. SA Syko's shine was a bunch of flippity floppity junk. Slade's heat was power and brawling. Before it was all said and done SA Syko went for a corkscrew something or other to Slade on the floor but missed and cracked his head on the stage. Slade went to get back in the ring but slipped and sprained his ankle. So it was a double count out. Match 2
Akmed V.S. Two Local Talents
Winner: Akmed Basic Squash match. Akmed destroyed em both with some heavy splashes in the corner and some solid power wrestling. He then laid one on top of the other and delivered a double running splash and pinned em both. Match 3
Marcus Johnson V.S. The Goon
Winner: Marcus Johnson The goon came out eating a bowl of Macaroni and Cheese. Marcus school boyed him for the quick three. To our surprise, no Macaroni was spilled. | |
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| PWT Shockwave April 27th, 2008 | | Ha-Ha! It’s that time all over again folks�?No, not just 9pm eastern standard time on a Sunday night, but�?Heh�?But once again the Tyrannical reign of WallStreet takes PWT back over GAH-HA! We start at black�?Then we begin hearing some guitar strings as "Shockwave" by Black Tide begins to play�?As it does we begin seeing various clips of some of PWT’s Top stars on Shockwave�?Our Final Image however being one of Becca and WallStreet standing on the stage next to each other, coy smirks in tact from a couple of years ago�?/P> Finally as "Shockwave" by Black Tide continues, the Pyro begins to explode�?/P> The cameras begin sweeping the arena as we realize everything is different. New stage, new Tron, new color scheme, new look�?We don’t spend much time sweeping however before "Shockwave" fades away and a new song takes over�?/P> "Shady�?Yeah�?BR>Who Run It?
You Know. You Actin Like Ya Don’t Know
WE RUN IT
You Know but You Actin Like Ya Don’t Know
Who Run It?
You Know. You Actin Like Ya Don’t Know
WE RUN IT
You Know but You Actin Like Ya Don’t know You know, you actin like you don’t know. I Tear da club up fo sure.
This Flow is gonna bring Mo Dough
You Know but you actin like you Don’t know�? The curtain moves and the crowd erupts with boos as from behind it steps the one and only Corporate Icon. Trailing shortly behind steps Becca McCallister. Fecca, "Well, if you didn’t see the Pay Per View, you’re really seeing what you think you’re seeing."
Styles, "Isn’t it beautiful that this young marriage was able to blossom after all."
Fecca, "Oh yeah�?"Beautiful"." WallStreet places his hand on the small of Becca’s back and looks down at her, both smirking�?He drops down and the two share a very lustful and tongue full kiss as the crowd continues to boo. Fecca, "Thank God I ate a light lunch." WallStreet and Becca finally break their sleazy kiss and begin walking down the ramp, their faces up and their hands holding each other’s hand, WallStreet putting a little bump in his step to match the beat of the theme song. Fecca, "At Criminal Intent it was Christian Michaels one on one with WallStreet in a Tables, Ladders, and Chairs match for the pre-signed divorce papers to Becca’s marriage with WallStreet. In what was another epic battle between Michaels and WallStreet, CM finally ended the losing streak to WallStreet and picked up a big victory. However, when it came time for Becca to sign the papers she made Christian and the rest of us believe she’d signed them and then proceeded to set Michaels up for a vicious attack from her�?Her�?"Husband"."
Styles, "That’s right! Becca finally came to her senses and realizes just what a great thing she had being Misses Taylor McCallister."
Fecca, "Yeah well, I wonder how much of it was really a matter of her just suddenly coming to her "senses" as you put it, or if there isn’t more to this story then we know about."
Styles, "What are you suggesting Bobby? That WallStreet and Becca may have been in cahoots since the day he came back to disrupt the wedding with Captain Charisma?"
Fecca, "I think it’s more then a damn good possibility."
Styles, "You’re paranoid Fecca. They didn’t plan this out. It just happened." WallStreet and Becca arrive at the bottom of the ramp. WallStreet let’s Becca go ahead of him and head up the stairs as he follows close behind. They both climb up onto the ring and head to the middle. WallStreet stops short, sits on the second rope and holds up the top rope. Becca gives her man a kiss on the cheek and then enters between the ropes. After she enters WallStreet drops back, still holding the top rope and now laying on the second rope. He releases the top rope and rolls off the rope and lands in the ring, laying on his side holding his head up and looking up at Becca. Becca smirks and calls him over with one finger. WallStreet gets to his knees and crawls over. Fecca, "Oh, this is cute." WallStreet crawls over and begins sliding his way up her body and to his feet. She places that "waving" finger in his mouth and he bites it as he grins devilishly. She lifts her eyebrows suggestively and removes her finger only to replace it with her tongue. Fecca, "How long do we have to stomach this stuff?"
Styles, "Aww, come on Bobby. It’s Spring time. Let love blossom." Their kiss finally breaks as the music slowly fades. WallStreet calls Sabrina over and whispers something in her ear�?/P> Sabrina, "Ladies and Gentlemen�?Please welcome, The Power Couple of PWT�?Your New Authority�?And the�?Sexiest Couple Alive�?Mister and Misses McCallister." The crowd boos as WallStreet smirks before yanking Sabrina’s mic away and sending her off. WallStreet, "That’s right�?Guess who’s back in the driver’s seat here in Pee Double You Tee? Ha-ha�?Now I know that everybody’s probably expecting me to start this much the same way as I started my last reign over this company, which was by cleaning house and firing as many people as I could in under a minute. Well, as much as I’d like to beat my own high score, I’m not going to do that. No, out of the kindness of my heart, I’m going to wait a whole week before I start firing people. And you people claim I’m not generous." He smirks as the fans offer some more boos. Fecca, "Nice to have a boss who’s so unconcerned with how his decisions concern people and the ability of those people to feed their families."
Styles, "You’re just mad because there’s a good chance you’re not gonna survive the cuts."
Fecca, "Yeah, whatever. I’ll just start working Monday Nights with a Hangover."
Styles, "Cute little plug for the opposition. Now you’re defiantly gonna get cut." WallStreet continues, "Last week at Criminal Intent�?It was a Golden Night. And not just because it was dubbed a "Night of Champions" as every championship was defended, but, for a couple of much more important reasons�?One of which being that FINALLY, Professional Wrestling Today has a champion we can be proud of. A Champion who’s worth his weight in Gold so to speak. A Champion named�?NovaCaine." WallStreet pauses to let the crowd get some more boos out. Fecca, "Well, we’ve gotten away from our last championship debacle but you have to wonder if we’re heading in a much better direction now that the title’s been consumed by the Caine Clan." WallStreet, "Another reason being that Becca and I were finally able to stop hiding our relationship. (Becca applauds and nods)�?You see, all I’ve heard all week is "How Long"�?How long did we have this planned�?How long were we really together and just playing this game of hate�?Well I can tell you to the day, "How long"�?December twenty fifth, two thousand seven." The crowd boos as Fecca says, "Christmas?" WallStreet smirks, "That’s right�?Ya see, Christmas is a big family event, unless you’re like me and would much rather black ball and be black balled by your family so you can keep your money and forgo the stupid Christmas present tradition. On that day ol�?Captain Charisma wanted to spend Christmas with his fiancé, Becca. But she had to see her daughter in Chicago (frowns)�?Aww�?GAH-HA! Not quite. She may have passed over Chicago depending on where she flew from, but she ended up in Connecticut. She ended up in My living room begging and pleading for someone, ANYONE to save her from this ridicules marriage she’d gotten suckered into�?And *I* Ended up in My Wife! A Few times I might add�?And before it was all said and done, the plan was devised. The plan to bring the Corporate Icon back to PWT, and to save Becca from the most lack luster husband of all time. So I came�?Then I came again�?And Again�?And I believe one more time�?I saw, and now, It’s time to Concur. It all started with Captain Charisma, but then he made like a Dog the Bounty Hunter case and Bailed. So, sad that I couldn’t break somebody’s spirit with this ultimate scheme of betrayal we had worked out, I started thinking about who else I’d really like to mess with�?Like to break a little. All of a sudden it hit me like a Bus that someone let Mason Caine drive�?Christian Michaels. (Crowd cheers)�?That’s right, PWT’s favorite son. The guy that all of you love so much, and the guy who was at an emotionally week point. Nova was screwing with him and his family, and like the Shark that I am, I smelt blood in the water and started formulating the plan to attack. I told Becca to lure him in, make him have faith in her and trust her�?Then, bring him to Pay Per View to fight for her and that’d be when we’d show the world what was really going on. And I’m sure some people caught on a long time ago�?But what was important was that Christian Michaels never did. So when it became that fateful time�?When Christian put all he had into climbing that little ladder and obtaining that brief case�?And it all meant nothing�?When Becca delivered the slap heard round the world, and all of a sudden the little gears in that hillbilly brain of his started turning and he began to realize what was going on�?It was like finally getting to get your bang on with a woman after enduring an hour of foreplay�?It was damn near orgasmic." The crowd continues booing as Becca gives WallStreet a seductive look. WallStreet, "Now I know a lot of people aren’t too fond of what we did at Criminal Intent�? Fecca, "You got that right." WallStreet, "Matter of fact, I know that one of them sits among us tonight�?One of them, decided that they were gonna become one Ballsy Son of a Bitch at Criminal Intent and lay hands on their new boss�? Styles, "GAH! You think he means you?!" WallStreet turns and heads to the ropes nearest the commentary table�?/P> WallStreet Points, "And that’s *YOU* Bobby Fecca!" Styles, "Nevermind."
Fecca, "Whatever. What’s he gonna do? Fire me? At this point, I don’t give a damn." WallStreet, "I bet you thought it was real cute when Christian brought me over and had me in position for you to get your little shots in didn’t ya Bobby? I bet you just loved being able to ball up those little fists of yours and throw em on me without any immediate consequence for your actions didn’t you? Well guess what Bobby, there ARE consequences for your actions. How do you feel about that Bobby? Huh? Get a microphone and tell me what you think about what’s pending." Bobby Takes off his head set and does in fact grab a microphone as he stands up. Fecca, "Ya know what WallStreet…You can go straight to Hell!" The crowd erupts as WallStreet’s expression becomes one of annoyance. Fecca, "You wanta fire me? Go ahead! Fire me! Because frankly, I’d much rather go put in my application to try and call the play by play on Hangover or Rage then sit here and work under you two." WallStreet, "Is that so?!" Fecca, "You’re damn straight that’s so!" Crowd: BOBB-Y! BOBB-Y! BOBB-Y! BOBB-Y! BOBB-Y! BOBB-Y! WallStreet, "Well guess what Fecca, I’m not gonna fire you." Styles, "You’re not?" WallStreet, "Oh no�?Much the contrary, I’m gonna broad the horizons of your resume Fecca. Because if you do one day apply to work elsewhere you won’t only be able to say you’re an experienced Commentator�?But an experienced In ring competitor too." Styles, "Wait, what?" WallStreet, "That’s right Fecca�?Next week, LIVE on Shockwave�?You, and Me, One On One! You wanta put hands on me? Now you get your chance to throw as many shots as you think you can�?And Bobby, I’m gonna beat your ass! Now sit back down and shut up." Fecca shakes his head and looks kinda pissed but he relinquishes his mic and takes a seat. Styles, "Oh my God, You’re dead."
Fecca, "Gee thanks Eddie. I hadn’t noticed."
Styles, "I mean really, You’re pretty much on borrowed time. There’s kids with AIDS that feel sorry for you right now."
Fecca, "………�?
Styles, "I bet Magic Johnson just said "DAMN!" all Faarooq like and stuff�?I bet�?
Fecca, "YOU WANTA SHUT THE HELL UP FOR FIVE MINUTES ABOUT THIS?! HUH?!"
Styles, "UNSAFE WORKING ENVIRONMENT! HELP! HELP!" Fecca sighs as WallStreet continues in the ring, "Ya see, that’s what I’m all about. We will rule PWT with an Iron fist�?We will�?(Pauses)�?What the Hell are you doing here?!" WallStreet seems confused and almost offended as he looks out into the crowd on the left hand side (looking down from the ramp)�?The cameras follow his stair and we see a man sitting in the front row with a shaved head who looks just like Vin Diesel. Fecca, "What in the World�?That’s�?That’s James!"
Styles, "What’s he doing here!?"
Fecca, "I don’t know. James and WallStreet have had an off again on again feud since 2002, which has seen many-a-chapters in many-a-promotions all across the world, although primarily the ICWA." The cameras show James in the front row with a little PWT Graphic coming up under him that says "ICWA Hall of Famer James"�?The crowd erupts as a lot of them remember James from BUD and the ICWA. WallStreet seems very annoyed as he exits the ring and approaches the fan barricade with the mic still in hand. WallStreet, "I asked you a question�?What the Hell are you doing here? This is my show! You go back to Chicago and play with Serpent some more, but you stay the Hell away from PWT�?You understand me? Huh?" James just sits in his seat, a pair of sun glasses over his eyes and a smirk on his face. WallStreet reaches down and SLAP! This brings James to his feet as he snatches off the sun glasses and glares into WallStreet’s eyes�?As soon as WallStreet sees James eyes his face gets pale and he begins backing up cautiously. The crowd starts to cheer James on as Becca exits the ring and comes over to see what’s going on. WallStreet, "Come on Becca, we’re going to the back. These people don’t deserve to see us any more. Somebody hit our music……�?NOW!" "You Don’t Know" by Eminem, 50 Cent, and Cashis begins blasting over the PA. James just continues to shoot the death stair to WallStreet who continues backing up with a very confused Becca near him. Fecca, "Well it don’t look like WallStreet wants any of the Original Sadist James!"
Styles, "James is just lucky that WallStreet doesn’t wanta get sued by assaulting a fan! And notice I say a *Fan*! Get a job! Bum!"
Fecca, "Well two people that won’t be backing up any are our newest Femme Fatales Miley Sky and Stella Moon. Those two collide in an attempt of making their mark on the Femme Fatale division when we return�? The Cameras fade on James as "You Don’t Know" continues blasting in the background�?/P> *Commercial Break* | |
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| PWT Shockwave April 27th, 2008 | | The cameras return from commercial as we see the words "During the Commercial Break" in the higher left side of the screen while we’re on a freeze frame�?/P> Fecca, "Well folks, this occurred during the commercial�? The scene begins to play and we see WallStreet and Becca coming through the last set of gorilla position curtains and into the backstage area as Ken Mitchell is standing by with a microphone. Mitchell, "Excuse me WallStreet�?We all just saw that James is in attendance tonight and not to try and stir the proverbial pot but�?You seemed a little spooked when he stood up to you, care to comment?" WallStreet grabs a fist full of Mitchell’s shirt and glares into his eyes as Mitchell’s clearly scared�?WallStreet’s nostrils are flaring, his eyebrows flat�?His Jaw flexing�?Finally he shoves Mitchell on his ass and he and Becca continue on their way. Fecca, "Apparently James is a sore subject for our "boss"." With that we go back to live time and see a really big guy backstage�?/P> As the scene further expands we see the Bullet Brothers standing in front of him too. Fecca, "Well there’s Sean Brothers, a very large athlete making his in ring debut here a little later tonight." Brothers, "So yeah, this chick’s going on and on about wanting to find someone to manage so I do her a favor and I’m like ‘Hey, I’ll let ya go to the top with me and manage me�? And she was all like "Ah, Eff you". I’m Like "What?!" The broads crazy. Running around talking about some Psychopathic clowns or some stupid crap like that. And what the Hell’s a Juggalette anyway? I mean I’m all about a chick who’s proud of her Jugs but what’s that got to do with the fact that this stupid broad can’t get her head out of her ass?" The Bullets kinda laugh at first, but then suddenly stop. "Stupid broad?" Brothers rolls his eyes and turns around and sure enough, there’s our ICP Gear wearin�?lady now. Fecca, "Sean Brothers referencing some happenings earlier this week with this woman, Devil Doll." Brothers, "Hey, I’m just sayin�?Ya know�?If the shoe fits�? Devil Doll, "Yeah, well, my Hubby’s shoe is gonna fit up your ass soon!" Brothers rolls his eyes again, "Oh yeah, the big bad "hubby"�?Where is this guy anyway? All I’ve heard for the last week is about how your "hubby" this and your "hubby" that. I’m starting to think your Husband’s an imaginary friend. Does this guy have any relation to the Invisible man?" The bullets chuckle but Devil Doll seems unamused. Devil Doll, "That’s fine, make your jokes. My husband’s busy tonight, so you can go have your little match with Tommy Creed and not worry about it. But next week, Right here on Shockwave my Husband is gonna Be here and he’s gonna kick your fat ass!" Sean Brothers reaches up and grabs near his throat with on arm as another arm waves in the air and he looks like he’s fighting a Sleeper despite nobody being there. He suddenly backs up and acts like he’s crushing someone against the Wall. Sean grabs his neck and says, "Sorry, I think your Husband had me in a Sleeper hold." The Bullets start cracking up as Brothers smirks and Devil Doll just shakes her head and walks off. Brothers chuckles, "Whatever." With that the cameras go to the ring for our opening bout�?/P> Fecca laughs, "Sean Brothers poking a little fun at Devil Doll’s expense."
Styles, "You laugh now, but wait till the Husband arrives. I have it on good authority that he’s no laughing matter."
Fecca, "He’s a Moonsault finisher from Hue Morris?"
Styles, "What?"
Fecca chuckles, "I guess that’s an outdated reference." Sabrina: The following contest is the opening contest on Shockwave, and its scheduled for one fall....
"The one" begins to blast through the PA system and Stella Moon steps out onto the top of the ramp she looks around at all the people in the crowd and begins to blow kisses at them waving as they cheer her on louder and louder. Stella grins happy with the response from the crowd. She then puts her hands in the air a peace sign made with each extended hand. She then starts to walk down the ramp bringing her arms down as she does. She skips around a little bit running to each side of the ramp making sure that she hits the hands of every person so she doesn't make them feel left out. She finally looks down to the ramp towards the steel steps. She shakes her head and runs towards the ring sliding through under the bottom rope. She flips her hair up and looks out to the crowd as they cheer louder. She gets to her feet with a smile still plastered onto her face. She then gets up on the turnbuckle putting a peace sign up in the air once again. She points out to some people in the crowd and nods her head. She then jumps off the turnbuckle twisting her body and landing on her feet. she walks to the middle of the ring awaiting her opponent.
Sabrina: In the ring, from Newport Beach, California.....Stella Moon!!!!!
Fecca: There is some talent in the female division.
Styles: We will see when this match is all over Fecca!! I got ten bucks on Miley!!
Fecca: Your On Styles!!!
"Dont Wanna Stop" by Ozzy hits, as the lights begin to flicker over and over in bright colors of the rainbow. Miley is seen stepping out onto the rampway, as the crowd begins to give her the heat of a lifetime. Miley walks down the rampway, as she climbs up the metal steps, slipping underneath the middle rope entering the ring. Miley then smirks, as the heat pours down towards her more and more. Miley then turns around watching Stella, as Sabrina raises the mic to her lips.
Sabrina: In the ring, from New York, New York.....Miley Sky!!!!!
Styles: I am going to make ten easy bucks tonight!!! Gotta hit up a seven eleven afterwards.
Fecca: In your dreams Styles!!
The referee is seen waving his finger at the time keeper, as the match is officially begun.
Fecca: Yes!!! Denny's tonight!!
Miley and Stella stare one another down, as Miley gets this smirk on her face like she has all the confidence in the world, when Stella reaches out her right hand slapping the taste out of Miley's mouth. Before Miley could react, a hard left from Stella as well rocking Miley backwards a bit, as she is seen holding her jaw nodding at the shots she just took. Stella not wasting much time, as she takes off towards Miley. Miley moving out of the way, as Stella rebounds off the ropes, nailing Miley with a surprise spinning heel kick to the head. Miley crashes to the mat, as she just dosent seem to know what is going on or why she is allowing this to happen. Miley then gets to her feet only to be met by Stella and her huge uppercut sending Miley into the air and down onto her ass. Miley not sure of herself, pulls herself over to the corner and helps herself up with the assistance of the ropes. Miley stands in the corner, as Stella comes a charging nailing a dropkick to the gut of Miley, who now goes face first to the mat.
Fecca: Looks like a great steak dinner tonight for me!!
Styles: Dont get your hopes up!!
Stella sure of herself now, picks up Miley pushes her back into the turnbuckle as she locks Miley's arms into the ropes, as she licks the back of her hand, and slaps the chest of Miley hard as Miley looks like she is trying to catch her breath. Stella then hiptosses Miley to the mat, as she then connects with a huge standing moonsault. Stella not done with the offense she has planned to end Miley with tonight, as she picks Miley up by her hair. The smile comes across her soft lips, as she kicks her in the midsection, she runs off the ropes, but some how Miley gets her second wind and delivers a huge clothesline to Stella ending her run of offense. Miley drops to her knees trying to compose herself, as Stella lie on the mat trying to figure out the same thing as the whole crowd was. Miley then stands up holding not only her midsection but her whole body which ravaged in pain from the attacks she took earlier in the match. Miley grabs Stella, and pulls her to the outside of the ring.
Styles: Wow I was getting worried there. Come on Miley!!
Fecca: Forget you Styles....we would rather see a clean match here.
Styles: Only you would!!
Miley then takes Stella and rams her head hard into the steel steps a few times on the outside, beginning to scream obsenities, and other threats of violence. Miley, then irish whips Stella into the ring barricade, as Stella's back hit hard. Miley smiles as she then climbs up on the same ringsteps as used earlier, and dives off going into some sort of plancha nailing Stella even harder into the turnbuckle. Miley now noticing the refs count at 8 as she grabs Stella tossing her into the ring and climbing in herself quickly. Miley then tries for a cover.
Ref: 1.........2.........Kickout by Stella!!
Miley then grabs Stella, as she then backs up a bit. Miley runs at Stella, but this time the tables have been reversed, a clothesline from Stella to Miley. One more time Stella and Miley are both down in the ring, only noticing the count coming from the referee.
Ref: 1.........2...............3..........4............5............6...............7..................8
Miley stands up in time as the count was stopped. Stella then goes for Miley grabs her by the hair and begins to go for a move, as Miley pokes Stella in the eyes, and nails her with a jawbreaker. Stella flies back and lands hard on her back holding her jaw as Miley now on her knees looks down at Stella with a look of anger on her face. Miley then begins to slap Stella across the face still screaming an obsenity or two. Miley picks up Stella as she then runs with her pushing off the ropes with her feet connecting with a huge tornado DDT!!
Fecca: Holy crap that was amazing!!!
Styles: I told you Bob, it was the end of your ten bucks!!
Fecca: We shall see Styles!!
Styles: You should quit now while your ahead.
Stella who is out of it, as Miley who wanted to go for the cover changes her mind. Miley then sets up Stella, for the curtain call. But Stella like Miley stubborn like a mule to go down, picks up Miley connecting with a different variation of a suplex, crashing the body of Miley to the mat, flat like a pancake. One more time both women are down on the mat as they are trying to recover quickly.
Styles: The first one to their feet, will get the upper hand.
Fecca: I would have to agree with you Styles, just one time only!!
Stella is getting to her knees while Miley still lies there trying to catch her breath. Miley to her knees and Stella on her feet. Stella then takes off sending a kick to the midsection of Miley keeping her down for a moment. Stella is seen climbing to the top rope. Miley seems to be getting back to her knees again as Miley turns herself noticing where Stella is. Stella is about to launch herself off the tops rope, but Miley to her feet quickly as she take Stella's feet out from under her as Stella lands in a bad position, with her private area landing hard on the top turnbuckle. Miley then sends a right hand to the head of Stella pulling her down, wrapping her arm around her head, and drops Stella head first to the mat into the Curtain Call. Miley pulls Stella away from the ropes, for the cover.
Ref: 1............2............3!!!!!!
DING DING DING!!
Styles: Pay up Fecca!!!
Fecca: Oh alright!!!
Fecca hands Styles ten bucks, as Sabrina speaks into the mic.
Sabrina: Here is your winner....Miley Sky!!!
The referee is seen holding up the hand of Miley Sky. The ref lets go as she then slide out of the ring, while the ref goes to check on Stella who is not even moving after the match.
As the match ends we go backstage and see a dark rent-a-car pulling into a parking spot in the parking garage. As it parks the driver’s side door draws open and the fans erupt as Christian Michaels steps from the car. Fecca, "There he is, The Redneck Superhero himself, Christian Michaels."
Styles, "Enjoy the scraps of Michaels that WallStreet left behind because I guarantee you there won’t be any left by the end of the night."
Fecca, "WallStreet and Christian Michaels going one on one yet again here later tonight�?You’re not gonna wanta miss that one. But when we return Sean Brothers makes his PWT debut against a young blue chipper by the name of Tommy Creed..." CM heads into the arena as we fade to commercial. *Commercial Break* | |
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| PWT Shockwave April 27th, 2008 | | The cameras draw back in and we see Phil Tracker standing by with�?Matt Matlock. Phil, "Welcome back, I’m Phil Tracker and I’m standing by with one of the LOSERS of the triple threat match at Criminal Intent, Matt Matlock. How’s it feel to be a loser Matlock?" Matlock, "I don’t know, ask your FORMER World title holding hero." Phil, "The fix was in." Matlock, "Yeah well, the fix was in for me too. It’s no coincidence that my major weakness was exploited at Criminal Intent. Did you see that TV and that Nintendo Wii? How could I resist that? Someone set me up and I have a good idea who it was�?I think�? CRACK! We see a steel chair go across Matlocks back as he drops down the ground holding his back. Fecca, "What in the world?!" The camera pans back and we see MJ Storm with the People’s title around his waist and the steel chair in hand. MJ Storm, "It was me! And if you think you’re coming for another shot�?Well�?I don’t think so!" Matlock starts pulling himself up and as he does, MJ notices Matlock’s Monkey wrench is in his back pocket. MJ reaches over and grabs the Wrench out of Matt’s pocket and stands back in wait. Matlock gets up, a far away look in his eyes�?He turns and MJ runs forward and BAAAAAM! He nails Matlock so hard with the Monkey Wrench that he actually flies off his feet, hits the wall, and drops down. Blood instantly pouring from his forehead. MJ actually gets a slight look of concern as even he probably didn’t realize how hard he nailed Matlock. Fecca, "Oh My God! We need medical attention on Matlock ASAP!" MJ Drops the wrench and backs off as Tracker actually drops down to check on Matlock. MJ heads out of the potential crime scene as we head to the ring where Tommy Creed is already standing by. "My Curse" by Killswitch Engage hits the PA System as the lights dim down and red & black lights shine all around the arena. From the back emerges a determined man with an emotionless face. Sean Brothers stops at the top of the ramp as his pyro shoots up into the air. He than resumes walking down the ramp towards the ring.] Sabrina: "Making his way to the ring, from Buffalo, New York, weighing in at four hundred and fifty-seven pounds, Sean Vincent Brothers! [Sean climbs into the ring by going leg over leg over the top rope as then Tommy Creed comes in charging at him going for a quick attack as the referee calls for the bell. He starts throwing punches at Sean who pushes Tommy by the head down and about halfway across the ring. Tommy gets up and sees Sean coming at him and scurries away. He goes around Sean and when Sean turns around he gets a low dropkick to the knee by Tommy. Sean sort of moves around and does some quick kicks to the knee which sends Sean down to one knee. Tommy runs to the ropes and comes off them, looking for sort of a crossbody takedown but Sean catches him and getting up to his vertical base a little gingerly before throwing Tommy back with a fallaway slam.] Fecca, "Good God! What scary strength!" [Sean after hitting that move gets up and shakes his leg out a little, seeing exactly how much damage has been done to it. He feels not much has been done so he goes over to Tommy, and lifts him up by his head. He lifts Tommy up into the air and holding him there, which gets some cheers from the crowd as Sean then drops him back with a Military Press. Tommy bounces off the mat, with authority and Sean turns around, and grabs him. He hooks his arm and takes him up for and then down with the Pumphandle Side Slam. He does a little taunting to the crowd as he waits for Tommy to get back up. Tommy slowly does and Sean throttles him around the throat and takes Tommy up and down quite hard with a powerful chokeslam. Sean stands on Tommy's chest with one boot as the referee makes the count, 1......2......3! The referee calls for the bell as "My Curse" blares over the pa system and Sabrina speaks.] Sabrina: "The winner of this match, Sean Vincent Brothers!!!" Sean Brothers doesn't seem too overly exausted... As a matter of fact, he's good enough that he goes to the ropes and calls up for a microphone. Brothers gets the mic and looks up the ramp�?/P> Brothers, "Hey "Mister Devil Doll"�?Any time, any place." Brothers drops the mic to a really good reaction as his theme hits the PA�?/P> Fecca, "A Very clear message being sent to Devil Doll and whomever she’s bringing to go against Sean Brothers here next week."
Styles, "Yeah, well, Sean Brothers may wanta keep his words soft and sweet because he may have to eat em later." *Commercial Break* | |
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| PWT Shockwave April 27th, 2008 | | When the cameras return we see Bobby Fecca standing at the fan barricade with James standing on the other side of the barricade. The crowd cheers and James offers a celebrity like wave to the people. Fecca, "Welcome back to Shockwave folks and at this time I’d like to take a minute to have a few words with a man we saw earlier in the broadcast. For those of you who aren’t aware, the man beside me right now is a multi time wrestling champion from a variety of organizations including the Ultimate Domain and the InternationalChampionshipWrestlingAlliance. His name is the Original Sadist James�?James, what brings ya here tonight?" James, "Well ya know I love Iowa. (Crowd cheers). I’ve got some Family here in the Hawkeye state and I came down to visit them and saw Street’s name on the marquee for the event here tonight and said "Heh�?I gotta see this." It’s been a long time since I’ve kicked Street’s ass last ya know?" The crowd cheers as Fecca nods, "Well, he didn’t seem none too pleased to see you here tonight." James, "Of course not. He knows that nobody takes him to the places I’ve taken him and no matter what he may claim, WallStreet fears anybody he believes can beat his ass. He doesn’t just believe I can beat his ass�?He KNOWS I can." The crowd cheers again as Fecca says, "So is that why you came here then? To spark up some old memories for WallStreet?" James shakes his head, "Nah, that was just a really big plus. I’m actually here to see the PWT action. It’s been a great night with some great matches and it doesn’t show any signs of dying down. I can’t wait to see the Johnsons in ring return (crowd cheers), and I can’t wait to see Christian Michaels put on a performance like nobody else can." Fecca, "A Big Christian Michaels fan huh?" James, "Of course. Nobody does it like the Redneck Superhero. Got a ton of respect for Christian Michaels." Fecca, "So what are the odds of maybe seeing you show that respect by stepping back in the ring and giving him a great match?" James, "Eh, I don’t know about all of that. I think my in ring time’s pretty much concluded." The crowd boos as Fecca says, "Come on now�?you don’t believe that maybe you’ve got�?One More Match?" James, "Well�? Crowd: ONE MORE MATCH! ONE MORE MATCH! ONE MORE MATCH! ONE MORE MATCH! ONE MORE MATCH�?/EM> James seems kinda surprised at the reaction he’s getting�?/P> James, "Hmm�?Well, I guess ya never know." Fecca nods and shakes James hand, "Well, if ya wanta do it one more time, PWT would be very fortunate to have you. Thanks for your time." James nods and Fecca heads back to the commentary table. Styles mockingly, "PWT would be very fortunate to have you. Pfft. Kiss ass." Fecca sits down and replaces the headset, "Good to hear from the Original Sadist, who surprisingly seems to be quite the Christian Michaels fan. Speaking of Christian Michaels, We are counting down the matches until the huge Main Event here tonight when Christian Micheals will get a chance to seek revenge on the Corporate Couple starting with Wallstreet., but for now lets switch gears from the impressive debut of the big man Sean Vincent to a match that has a couple very unique characters involved" Eddie" You mean a crazy chick and a Cinderella man" Bob" I wouldn't call Midnight crazy, but she is indeed a very unique personality. Plus what about the revelation she made this week that new Heavyweight Champion NovaCaine could in fact be the father of one of her children" Eddie" Total garbage, being the champion is like being a celebrity. Everyone is always out to latch onto you or associate themselves with you in some way so that they can try to suck up some of your limelight." Bob" Perhaps, but Midnight seems to be getting plenty of press right now with her upcoming match with the legendary Whisper" Eddie" Now that I'm actually looking forward too. Those Spaniards may have gotten themselves the Old Warrior, but we got ourselves a very hot and ever so tight diva of destruction. Give me Whisper over Warrior any day, besides I'm pretty sure from visiting his website that the Warrior is mental." Bob" Lets go up to Sabrina for the introductions, way to take shots at people PWT might want to bring in Eddie" Eddie" Huh? I didn’t say anything" We see the lovely Sabrina in the middle of the ring getting a barrage of catcalls and wolf whistles, she smiles at the guys in the front row from the fraternity Kappa Kappa Crappa. "Ladies and Gentlemen our next match of the evening is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit." Remember the name 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 getting a solid reaction from the fans who just love this man's story of underdog success. Sabrina" Hailing from Grand Island, New York, this is That One Guyyyyyyy!!!" That One Guy climbs the steel stairs and enters between the second and third ropes. He extends his arms in a pose similar to Raven and Tommy Dreamer getting a nice pop from the sold out crowd. Bob" This man has to be in line for an inspirational award from one of the wrestling mags out there. He has gone from working dark matches to a shot at the Heavyweight title and now a regular on Shockwave broadcasts where his stock continues to rise." Eddie" He got lucky to be where he is right now, his talent is mediocre and he annoys me with all of that goodie goodie act. We saw what happen to him at Criminal Intent when the Six foot eight Caine beast Malice got a hold of him." Bob" You can't be serious. That One Guy put up a better fight against that walking advertisement for Prozac then I have seen anyone do in a long time." T.O.G steps to his corner checking the tape on his wrists and adjusting his boots, his eyes never leaving the stage though as he waits for his opponent. Sabrina" An his opponent hailing from Little Rock Arkansas The lights dim, the crowd cheers as Reborn by Stryper plays. Pyros go off as Midnight comes out on the stage. She slightly smirks as she rubs her hands together. Sabrina" This is the vampire temptress, Midnightttttttttt!!!!" The crowd boos this strange girl from Clinton land as she throws her arms up in the air and then front flips down to the ring. She then stops, turns around and slides into the ring. She then spins around and is in a crouch position. She then looks up at her opponent as she smirks evilly at them. Bob" What a rather odd entrance" Eddie" She looked like a gymnast on speed" Bob" Stop it" Eddie" I didn't realize Little Rock had such a huge vampire population. I guess that explains why Billary sucks so much" Bob" Shut up!!" In the ring Sabrina makes a speedy exit as the bell rings and the two combatants start to circle each other. Tog shoots in first grabbing Midnight with a single leg and dropping her to her back, he scrambles up her body looking for the side headlock but Midnight is a little to slippery and manages to scurry away popping back up to her feet. Bob" T.O.G looking to take this match to the mat" Eddie" Well Midnight is known to be a risk taker and likes the high flying so I would say T.O.G has done his homework on her" T.O.G pops up his feet and two circle each other again with T.O.G moving in for the collar and elbow tie up, Midnight seems to have no interest in going technical though and thumbs him to the eye. TOG grabs his face swiping at his eye allowing Midnight a chance to push him back against the ropes and bury a short knee shot to his midsection. She fires a knife edge chop in that gets a small Wooooo chant from the Flair fans in attendance. Midnight whips TOG across the ring into the far ropes going low for the backdrop as he rebounds, TOG goes up and over her taking her with him into the Sunset Flip and going for the quick pin fall. One...Two..T.... Midnight claps her legs on either side of TOG's head ringing his bell for him and allowing her to roll out of the pin before the three count. She comes up to her feet looking pissed off now…TOG comes up at about the same time and Midnight once again goes to the eyes clawing at them viciously and then firing TOG into the turnbuckle. Midnight follows him in driving all of her body weight into his sternum and starting to choke the life out him as the ref gives the five count. One...Two...Three...Four..F.. Midnight breaks at the last second then returns to choking TOG again getting another count. Bob" Well we see the contrast in styles here, TOG came out looking to wrestle and Midnight wants this to be a brawl. Eddie" Brawling is more exciting anyway, especially when it’s a chick" Midnight finally stops with the choking shoving TOG out of the corner, he doubles over choking and gagging as he tries to regain his air. Midnight sees this as her opportunity to strike and climbs up onto the second rope behind him leaping off and bull dogging TOG hard into the mat. Midnight rolls TOG over hooking him for the pin fall; she smirks at the crowd as the ref moves in for the count. One...Two..Thr.... TOG shoots a shoulder up to Midnight's displeasure. Midnight slams her hand on the mat three times yelling something at the referee, but the referee shows her one, two and the shoulder up. Bob" I think Midnight is getting a little cocky facing someone she sees as lower then her when it comes to TOG." Eddie" Perhaps, but you can't count out TOG he will surprise you when you least expect it." Midnight gets up pulling TOG to his feet with her and delivering a snapping reverse DDT, but she don't go for the pin fall this time as she instead points to the top rope and makes that slow cut throat motion. Bob" I think Midnight is ready to end this match with her Decapitator kick" Eddie" Cinderella may be going home early from the ball tonight." Midnight climbs to the top rope perching herself there like a panther waiting to leap from its tree onto some unsuspecting prey. TOG is stunned, but he is a gamer more then anything when it comes to a fight and is already working his way back to his feet. He staggers up onto his feet with the crowd screaming for him to look out and to turn around. TOG spins around and Midnight leaps looking for her spinning top rope kick. TOG shows some speed as he ducks and dives out of the way and Midnight launches herself into the middle of the ring for the hard crash and burn to the delight of the crowd. Bob" Midnight went high risk a little too soon and just paid for it." Eddie" You live by the risk, you die by the risk" TOG gets to his feet as Midnight somehow manages to move even after crashing into the mat like she just did, must be some of them vampire muscles in action. Midnight staggers to her feet with TOG still shaking off the cobwebs of being dropped on his head, she turns into him and the technically sound TOG reacts by rolling her up into a small package. One...Two...Three... Midnight kicks out but its split second to late. The crowd pops for the Cinderella Man and Midnight looks totally shocked. Bob" I can't believe it, TOG just pinned Midnight in what some would say is a major upset" Eddie" I told you when you at least expect it this man will grab the pin fall. He don't outwrestle you, he out thinks you." Midnight is already arguing with the ref about a quick count as TOG raises his arms over his head celebrating another surprise victory in his long line of surprise victories. Sabrina" Here is your winner....That One Guy!!!" TOG stands with his arm raised "Remember the Name" by Fort Minor blasts over the PA. The crowd is cheering at first but those cheers quickly turn to boos as we see Javen slide in under the ropes with a steel chair in hand, behind TOG. Fecca, "What in the world�? TOG turns around�?/P> Fecca, �?FONT color=#990000>Watch out !" WHAM! Javen stabs That One guy in the gut with the chair and then CRACK! Right across the back. TOG Shoots up arching his back in pain as Javen chucks the chair and then hooks TOG as if looking for a Reverse DDT�?Then�?BAM! The Reverse Twist of Fate�?/P> Fecca, "Javen Effect!" The crowd boos as Javen begins to lay the boots to That One Guy and now, a somewhat recovered Midnight joins in. Fecca, "Oh Come on! Hasn’t this guy been beaten enough by these damn Caines!?" Apparently not as they continue laying the boots as our camera pans up with a higher view that incomposus the ring, the ramp, and the stage�?Suddenly those boos become cheers as we switch camera shots�?/P> Fecca, "That’s�?DAVID VAN DAM! David Van Dam has returned to Pee Dubbya Tee!" DVD darts down and slides into the ring. Midnight turns and heads for him with a clothesline but Van Damn ducks under, hooks her, and�?/P> Fecca, "LAST CHANCE! LAST CHANCE! David Van Dam just slayed a Vampire with the Last Chance!" Van Dam shoots right back up and heads to Javen but Javen’s smart enough to dart out of the ring. Fecca, "David Van Dam has returned and bah Gawd he just cleaned house!" David takes a quick check on That One Guy who’s holding his neck but saying he’s okay. DVD then darts over and hops on the corner ropes to a huge roar from the PWT fans as Javen makes his way around the ring and scoops up Midnight off the floor. Javen starts screaming obscenities so David hops down, sits on the second rope, lifts the top rope and motions with his free hand to "Just Bring It"�?The crowd flips nuts for this as Javen’s eyes get huge with rage. Fecca, "Van Dam’s made the challenge! Come on Javen! You were lookin�?pretty bad just a minute ago! Why don’t ya go in there with a man who knows you’re comin, and a man who hasn’t just wrestled a full match!"
Styles, "Don’t listen to this fool! He’s the same guy who’s gotten himself in a position t o get killed by WallStreet next week!" Javen doesn’t show any signs of listening as he shakes his head and continues up the ramp with Midnight. Fecca, "I can’t believe Van Dam’s returned! What a huge night this has been, and folks, when we come back somebody else returns�? A promotional graphic takes over the screen for DSL’s live interview as "Shockwave" by Black Tide begins in the background�?/P> Fecca, "When we come back we speak live with DSL for the first time in over a year!" We fade on the DSL graphic�?/P> *Commercial Break* | |
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| PWT Shockwave April 27th, 2008 | The cameras come back and we see WallStreet finishing up putting on his gear... "I can't wait to see you beat the snot out of that backwater redneck. Do you know how sick it made me to pretend I liked that guy? Ugh." WallStreet turns and walks over to Becca. WallStreet, "I know baby, but don't worry... I'm gonna beat him to oblivion... I'm gonna..." The door suddenly slams open and WallStreet and Becca both seem surprised as the younger brother of the recent conversation topic storms in... Javen. Javen, "Did you see that?!" WallStreet, "See what?" Javen, "Van Dam! I Was out there minding my own business kickin the crap out of That One Guy and David Van Dam comes out of no where and starts last chancin people and crap!" WallStreet, "I see... Well then I'll tell ya what, next week I'll give you what you want..." Javen gets a coy smirk... WallStreet, "You and David... One On One!" The crowd erupts as Javen's eyes get big, "WHAT?! NOOOOO!" WallStreet seems confused, "Isn't that what you want?" Javen, "NO! I don't wanta wrestle that guy! He's a wrestling machine!" WallStreet, "Oh... Well uh... Hmm... Well how about this... If he's here to do run ins on you, then it's reasonable to assume he's competition ready. So how about for the next month, You're in charge of booking Van Dam matches." Javen's eye brows perk up as he says, "Oh?" WallStreet, "Yeah, sure. Book him against whoever ya want from now through our next Pay Per View. Have fun, get creative, get wild, do your thing." Javen, "Really?" WallStreet, "Yep, do it to it kiddo." WallStreet gives Javen a thumbs up and Javen gets a mischivious look on his face as he says, "Heh... Alrighty then. Thanks." With that he leaves as WallStreet chuckles and shakes his head and we find our way to the ring Where Ken Mitchell is standing by. Mitchell, "Ladies and Gentlemen�?It’s been nearly a year since my following guest has appeared in a Professional Wrestling ring and well over a year since she’s been in Professional Wrestling Today�?Now she makes her return to address you, the fans, in a one on one interview with me�?Ladies and Gentlemen please welcome at this time�?Da Sweeeet Lunatic�?DEE�?ES�?ELLLLL!" The crowd erupts as "Perfect Insanity" by Disturbed begins to blast over the PA as DSL’s video begins playing and purple and blue lights begin flashing. Fecca, "Over a year long absence from PWT and now, finally on this huge episode of Shockwave, she makes her return." The curtain goes to the side and out from behind it rushes DSL. The crowd is eating her up and she can’t help but smile. She power walks over to one side of the stage and points to the fans, slaps her chest twice and then raises an arm to a huge ovation. She puts her arm down, darts to the other side and repeats the previous action to an even louder reaction. She just shakes her head in humility and proceeds down the ramp. Fecca, "This capacity crowd here in Iowa sure seems glad to have their Lunatic back."
Styles, "What’s Iowa know? This is the same state that produced Slip Knot."
Fecca, "What’s wrong with Slip Knot?"
Styles, "You listen to Slip Knot?"
Fecca, �?FONT color=#990000>Well no, they’re not exactly my cup of tea. But that doesn’t mean that they’re a bad band, they’re just not my personal preference ." Styles, " Or anybody elses that has a brain�?Although you don’t quite meet that qualification and you don’t like em, so actually, I guess you’ve gotta be border line retarded to like Slip Knot." Fecca sighs, arguing with Styles often times is as effective as yelling at a deaf kid or flippin Stevie Wonder the bird. Regardless DSL gets to the bottom of the ramp and slaps some hands as she makes her way to and then up the stairs. Mitchell walks over and puts a foot on the bottom rope while lifting the second rope allowing DSL easier entry into the ring. The music slowly fades as Mitchell and DSL stand in the center of the ring. Mitchell, "First of all, Welcome back to Professional Wrestling Today." The crowd cheers as DSL smiles and looks out at the various fans. DSL, "Thank you." Mitchell, "I’m gonna dive right into this with a big question, and that question being, is Da Sweet Lunatic returning to action here in Professional Wrestling Today?" The crowd immediately begins cheering to let DSL know they want her back. DSL, "Well�?I’ve put a lot of thought into that question and honestly at this stage�?I don’t know. I know that�? Crowd: DEE ES EL! DEE ES EL! DEE ES EL! DEE ES EL! DEE ES EL! DEE ES EL! Fecca, "This capacity crowd lettin�?DSL know they want her back." DSL smiles and seems slightly embarrassed as she says, "I really appreciate that. Ya know�?I love wrestling. I love coming out here night in and night out and giving everyone of you all I’ve got. It drives me. But the last time I did it I kinda let some things go in my personal life that I shouldn’t have. I made some mistakes and did somethings I probably shouldn’t have done. Mentally, I just�?I got warn out and kept trying to keep going despite running on an empty tank and eventually I just burnt out. I’m not sure that I could do that again, but I’m also not sure if I know how to go any less then a hundred percent. It’s a very difficult thing to try and deal with. Finding that happy medium is a lot more of a challenge then it sounds and�? Suddenly the opening guitar strings for "Nothing to Lose" by Operator begins blasting over the PA as a video that combines the "Nothing to Lose" music video and MJ Storm clips begins playing over the PWT-A-Vision. Fecca, "What the�?That’s MJ Storm’s music but I don’t know what he’d have to do with any of this�?
Styles, "He’s the People’s Champion, DSL and Ken Mitchell are people�?I guess it makes sense." MJ comes out onto the stage, the strap around his waist and a mic in hand�?/P> The music fades as MJ says, "Whoa, Whoa, Whoa�?Last week at Criminal Intent I made my long awaited return to Pay Per View�? Fecca, "Long awaited by who?" MJ continues, "I made my long awaited return to Pay Per View and I won the vacated People’s championship�?Now you idiots HAVE to adore me because I’m *YOUR* Champion!" MJ has a very "HA!" type look of satisfaction on his face�?Until the fans react. Crowd: MJ SUCKS! MJ SUCKS! MJ SUCKS! MJ SUCKS! MJ SUCKS! MJ SUCKS�?/EM> MJ’s look of accomplishment quickly changes to one of annoyance�?Which matches the one on DSL’s face in the ring. MJ, "I Don’t suck! I’m YOUR CHAMPION!" Crowd: MJ SUCKS! MJ SUCKS! MJ SUCKS! MJ SUCKS! MJ SUCKS! MJ SUCKS! MJ, "Ya know what�?Whatever. The point is this, DSL�?What Have you done lately? Nothing. Notta. Zip. Zilch. I just won the People’s title and yet is there any live interview with MJ Storm on the show? No. Is anybody going out of there way to make sure *I* Have TV Time?! No! I’m out here doing what I do best, taking names and making an impact and yet some nobody who we stuck in the bottom of the toy chest over a year ago decides to make a break from obscurity and try to make us believe you matter again, and you get a TV spot while they expect me to sit home and watch the show?! I don’t think so! This is a travesty! This is�? DSL, "Oh for crying out loud, Shut the Hell up." The crowd erupts as MJ’s eyes get big as saucers. Styles, "GAH! She can’t address the champ that way!"
Fecca, �?FONT color=#990000>I think she just did." DSL, "God�?Ya know this is a big part of what drove me to my insanity the first time around. Stupid wind bags like you constantly crying about "Your TV Time", "Your Lime light"�?You want some TV Time? You want some lime light? I’ll give ya all the camera time your little heart desires. You wanta feel like a big shot? Why don’t you feel like a big shot by bringing your little title belt, stepping between these ropes, and getting your ass whipped." The crowd erupts as MJ looks around frantically in anger�?/P> MJ, "WHAT?! How dare you!? Who do you think you are?!" DSL, "What’s the matter MJ, Are ya scared MJ? Ya know MJ, I’m starting to think you’re a bit of a�?uh�?What’s that part of the female anatomy�? Crowd: STORM’S A PUSSY! (Clap, Clap, Clap-clap-clap), STORM’S A PUSSY! (Clap, Clap, Clap-clap-clap), STORM’S A PUSSY! (Clap, Clap, Clap-clap-clap)�?/P> DSL Grins but MJ doesn’t seem nearly as pleased�?/P> MJ Storm< "Oh, that’s real mature. Ya know what, you’re lucky you’re retired. Because if you were still active I’d put this belt on the line and I’d beat your ass all the way back to the insane asylum�? DSL, "Oh yeah?" MJ Storm, "Yeah!" DSL, "I accept!" The crowd erupts as MJ says, "You accept what?!" DSL, "If you’d of kept your mouth shut and waited about two more minutes to come out here I was in the middle of explaining that while it was difficult to find the medium in this business, it was TWICE as difficult staying out of this business�?I was just about to explain that�?The Lunatic Is BACK!... Dee�?Es El�?IS BACK!" Fecca, "YES! DEE ES EL IS OFFICIALLY RETURNING TO ACTION!" MJ Storm, "But?!..." DSL, "Shine it up real nice MJ, The clock is tickin!" "Perfect Insanity" by Disturbed begins to blast over the PA again as the crowd is going nuts�?/P> Fecca, "I can’t believe it! Da Sweet Lunatic has returned and MJ Storm walked right into her cross hairs! We could have a new People’s champion very, very soon!"
Styles, "This is crap! That title match was made under false pretenses! Nobody new DSL was gonna come back! I demand a recount!"
Fecca, "This ain’t Florida and MJ Storm sure ain’t Al Gore�?you don’t get a recount, but PWT’s gonna get a great People’s title match! And speaking of great title matches�? A Graphic for the Tag Team triple threat comes on the screen as "Perfect Insanity" is still heard in the background. Fecca, "Tag Team title contention�?Three teams, one making a huge return and all looking to head to the tag team titles�?And it’s up�?NEXT!" *Commercial Break* | |
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| PWT Shockwave April 27th, 2008 | The commercial breaks ends. When we get back to the action, all of the tag teams are already at ringside. Xavier and Brian Wets look like they are going to lead things off. PWT Referee Frank Mason calls for the bell. Fecca: This triple threat tag team match is to determine the number one contender to the PWT Tag Team Championship. Only two people will be allowed in the ring at the same time. You are allowed to tag in anyone that you want in this match. It does not have to be your own tag team partner. First pinfall or submission wins this match. Styles: I have watched the promo’s of each individual team this week, and I must say that I like Brian West and Sydney Andrews style. They really know how to talk the talk. Fecca: Maybe so, but do they know how to walk the walk? Styles: Of course they do�?Brian West told us so. Fecca: "……�? Xavier and Brian lock up with each other. Brian is able to get Xavier into a Headlock. Xavier pushes Brian off of him, and Brian bounces off of the ropes. Xavier follows it up with a Clothesline and takes the big man down. Xavier gives him a few stomps to the body for good measure before guiding him back up to his feet. He goes to Irish Whip him into the ropes again, but Brian reverses it. He follows it up with a Big Boot and takes Xavier down to the mat. He follows that up with a Knee Drop to the midsection of Xavier. He guides Xavier back up to his feet. He goes to set Xavier up for a Belly to Belly Suplex, but Xavier pushes him off of him. He goes stumbling back to the corner that Bobby and Image are standing. Before Brian can do anything, Bobby gives him a hard slap on the back and tags himself in. Brian looks at Bobby and isn’t too happy about getting hit like that. Bobby points over to his corner and tells him to "get the hell out of the ring". Without warning, Brian gives Bobby a hard shot to the jaw which knocks him down to the floor below the ring. Brian leans over the ropes and starts to taunt Bobby, as Bobby rubs his jaw with a look of hatred in his eyes. Image takes great exception to her man getting treated that way and gives Brian a Savate Kick to the face. The crowd gives her a huge pop for that. Brian stumbles backwards right into the arms of Xavier. Xavier grabs him and runs him forward. He throws him over the ropes to the ring floor below. He stumbles back up to his feet, only to receive a Roundhouse Kick from Bobby. Bobby looks at Brian with contempt, then slides into the ring. Fecca: Image has made her presence felt in a big way with that Savate Kick. She busted Brian’s lip wide open. Styles: Kinda reminds me of the time she drop you with one haymaker a couple of years back Bob. That was a thing of beauty.` Fecca: It was just as beautiful as when Bobby dropped you with a Killa Kick right before Holiday Havoc 2K7. Styles: That wasn’t even funny Bob. He knocked out a couple of my caps and I had to get them replaced. Do you realize how expensive dental work is now a days? Fecca: It was money well spent. Styles: Piss off Bob. When we get back to the action, Xavier and Bobby are circling each other. They lock up, with neither man getting an advantage. They split apart and circle each other again. They go to lock up again, but Xavier is able to give Bobby a kick to the gut, which makes him double over. Xavier grabs Bobby by the Neck and gives him a Swinging Neckbreaker. He gets back up to his feet and goes over and tags in his tag team partner Melody. She leaps up onto the turnbuckle and readies herself. She leaps off and lands on top of Bobby with a Sandrsault. She goes for the cover, and frank Mason makes the count. One�? Two�? Thr…Image makes the save by giving Melody a stomp to the head. Image makes her way back to her corner, as Melody rolls off of Bobby. Melody makes her way back up to her feet before Bobby and goes a Hurricanrana, but Bobby is able to reverse it into a Power Bomb. He guides Melody and slings her into his team’s corner and follows it up with a Bobby Splash�?(Stinger Splash). He keeps her pinned in the corner, and then tags in Image. He gets out of the ring, as the crowd pops for Image. Image hits Melody with The Six Piece (2 kicks to the midsection, an uppercut, a left and right jab, then a Missile Drop Kick, while opponent is in the corner). Melody falls back into the corner and slides down to a seated position. Image leaps back up to her feet and guides Melody back up to her feet as well. She maneuvers Melody so that she is able to sit up on the turnbuckle while Melody is standing in front of her. She gives her a Hurricanrana off of the top ropes, and Melody goes flying across the ring. Fortunately for Melody, she landed pretty close to the corner of Brian and Sydney. Sydney was able to bend over the ropes and tag her on the foot. Sydney steps in and immediately charges Image, who steps to the side and takes her down with a Drop Toe Hold. They both leap back to their feet and begin to circle each other. Fecca: Image seems to be showing no signs of ring rust. I guess that the adrenaline rush that she is getting from being in action for the first time in over a year and a half is really working to her advantage. Styles: I don’t have anything bad to say about her performance so far. I thought that she would be a little rusty too, but I haven’t seen anything to suggest that�?yet. They go to lock up with each other, but Sydney seems to be quicker on the draw and is able to give Image an Eye Rake. Image stumbles backwards and garbs her face. Sydney runs backwards and bounces off the ropes. She gives Image a Spear and drops her to the mat. Sydney goes for the cover and frank Mason drops down and goes for the count. One�?/P> Two�?/P> Th…kick out. Sydney gets back up to her feet and gives Image a few stomps to the body before guiding her back up to her feet. Brian is looking to get a measure of revenge and begs for Sydney to tag him in. Sydney glares at Bobby with a sly grin before walking Image over to their corner and tagging in Brian. He steps trough the ropes to a chorus of boos, but he doesn’t seem to care about that at this time. The crowd is clearly behind image, and they don’t want to see her get hurt by someone that is so much bigger than she is. He grabs her by the neck, holds her up in the air for a few seconds, then gives her a huge Pump Handle Slam. He guides her back up to her feet and throws her into the corner. He talks some trash to her before giving her a hard slap across the chest. You can hear a lot of oooh’s and aaah’s coming from the crowd. He does it again, which makes Image scream out in pain. He does it a few more times before he tags his partner Sydney back in and letting her go to work on Image. Sydney puts Image in a Headlock and backs her up out of the corner. She goes to give Image a Vertical Suplex, but Image is able to reverse out of it and give Sydney a Neck Breaker much to the crowds delight. Fecca: It seems that Image was able to get herself out of trouble. She seemed to be just a hair off on that lock up attempt earlier. Styles: It was bound to happen Bob. I mean, she hasn’t been in a ring in so long. There was no doubt in my mind that it was going to come back and bite her team in the ass eventually. Sydney slowly makes it over towards her corner. Image looks to make it over to hers, but from where she is positioned, there is no way that she would make it in time. She looks up and sees Xavier leaning over the ropes with his hand stretched out. Sydney makes the tag with Brian, so Image has no choice but to tag Xavier in. Xavier wastes no time in darting through the ropes and charging Brian. They start going at each other with a flurry of punches. Brian stumbles backward s a bit, and Xavier takes advantage of the situation by grabbing Brian’s arm and giving him and Irish Whip into the ropes followed up by a Spine Buster. Xavier bends down and grabs a hold of both of Brian’s legs. He spreads them apart, then gives him a Double Leg Drop to Brian’s crotch area. Brian’s grabs at his nads and turns over on his side. Xavier bounces off the ropes and gives Brian another Leg Drop for good measure. He goes and tags in his partner Melody. She gets back up on the turnbuckle and goes for another Sandersault. Brian rolls over at the last minute, and Melody hit’s the mat hard. Brian gets up to his feet. He walks over to Bobby and image’s corner. He looks at Bobby and slaps Bobby hard across his chest. He talks a little trash and laughs at Bobby. Bobby doesn’t take to kindly to being treated this way. He grabs Brain by the neck and jumps off the ring’s apron. The ropes hit Brian across the neck and he goes bouncing backwards and hit’s the mat. Melody gets back up to her feet slowly, as Bobby slides into the ring. As he makes his way towards Melody, he notices that she is looking behind him. He ducks just in time to miss a Clothesline from Brian. He hit’s the Frank Mason instead. With the referee down all hell breaks loose. Bobby and Brian begin to mix it up with a flurry of punches on each other. Sydney comes up from behind Bobby and gives him a Low Blow. Image wasn’t too happy about that , and gives Sydney a Mirror Image�?(Super Kick). Brian grabs Image and gives her The Miracle (Celtic Cross). Xavier comes up behind Brian and gives him The Jackpot (Hanging Fisherman’s Buster). Bobby gets back up to his feet and sees that he is standing in the middle of both Xavier and Melody. Fecca: This doesn’t look good for Bobby. He’s at a two on one disadvantage. Styles: Xavier has been looking to get back at Bobby because of what happened at Holiday Havoc 2K7. This could be that time. Melody and Xavier circle Bobby, and he tries his best to keep an eye on where both of them are. Bobby decides to go on the offensive and attack Xavier. Xavier and Melody then proceed to double team him. The advantage that they had begins to take hold. Xavier grabs Bobby from behind and holds him. Melody cocks back and throws a punch at Bobby, but he ducks out of the way and she hits Xavier instead. He releases Bobby and stumbles backwards. Bobby wastes no time and drops Melody with a Killa Kick�?(Super Kick). Before Xavier can recover, he gives him a Killa Kick�?as well. He notices frank Mason starting to stir, and goes for the cover on melody. Frank mason lifts his head and sees bobby covering Melody and makes the count. One�?�? Two…�?. Three�?Pinfall!!! Frank Mason calls for the bell and Bobby gets to his feet. Sabrina, "Here are your winners.... Bobby AND Image JOHNSON!" Fecca: Bobby and Image are the new number one contenders for the PWT Tag Team Championship’s. They are one step away from realizing there dream of becoming tag team champions together. Styles: it’s just too bad that they have to face Seifer and Izzy to do it. I don’t see anyone beating them for a very long time. Fecca: Not if Bobby and Image has anything to say about it. Bobby is helping his wife up the ramp as the crowd is cheers loudly. Xavier and Melody are still in the ramp looking down at Brian and Sydney, who are standing on the floor next to the ring. Fecca, "Bah God what a match and now we have new contenders for the tag team titles�? With that we go backstage and see Brandon Marks walking the hallway, presumably heading to the Gorilla position. Fecca, "There’s Brandon Marks�?A Disapointing loss at Criminal Intent for the people’s title but now he looks to try and regain some momentum here in PWT as he goes one on one with Carlos Mitchell�? Suddenly Brandon stops and we pan out to see Akmed standing in the hallway, his chest pumping as he appears very angry. Marks, "……�?FONT color=#0066ff> Erm�?You alright dude ?" Akmed glares at Marks�?/P> Brandon contemplates and suddenly his eyes get wide and bright as a smile comes to his face�?/P> Marks, "I know what’ll cheer ya up!" Brandon reaches into his pocket and withdraws a handful of Smarties candies. He extends his hand full of Candy to Akmed�?Akmed seems unamused and glares some more. Brandon reaches out, grabs one of Ak’s big ol hands, extends his arm out for him, turns his palm up and places the candy in his hand before closing his big Tongan hand over it. Marks, "There." Brandon gives a nod and a smile and heads on his way as we fade on Akmed staring at his hand full of candy�?/P> *Commercial break* | |
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| PWT Shockwave April 27th, 2008 | When we return we see Xaiver sitting on a crate backstage, still sweaty from his match as he looks down. "Hey, we tried. We'll get another shot." The camera pans back a little and we see Melody. Xaiver nods, "Yeah, I know." Melody smiles, "Perk up. I'm not happy about it either but ya just gotta keep goin. I'm gonna grab a water, want one?" Xaiver nods, "Sure." Melody smiles and pats his knee before heading off. Xaiver sighs before we hear, "Aww... Poor baby." Xaiver looks up and the fans boo as we pan out further and see Kimberly Pain, her Titanium title glistening over her shoulder. Pain, "First you lose your backyard title, then you fail MISERABLY to try and get it back and now, wouldn't ya know it, another oppertunity for gold has come and gone. Aww... It must be hard not being able to capture a title." Xaiver, "Probably not nearly as hard as it is getting one handed to you buy Nova." Pain, "Oh no, I'm hurt now. Pfft." Xaiver stands up, "Ya know it's kinda funny... You're right, the Backyard thing didn't quite go how I wanted it and neither did the tag title deal... But perhaps they were blessings in disguise... I mean after all, I don't see a number 1 contender for the Titanium title... Something to keep in mind sweet cheeks." Melody suddenly returns with two bottles of water... Melody, "Something going on?" Xaiver smirks, "Nah babe, let's go." Xaiver and Melody walk off as Kim just glares at the back of his head. Sabrina: The following contest is scheduled for one fall....
Rompe by Daddy Yankee blast from the pa system. Carlos is elevated up from the bottom of stage (Kurt Angle Style) as heat flames explodes at the top of the ramp way as he makes his way through the gorilla curtains
Sabrina: Making his way to the ring. From San Juan Puerto Rico, weighing two hundred sixty two pounds Carlos Mitchell!!!
Carlos continues to walk down the ramp towards the ring. Carlos then makes his way up the steps and steps over the top rope into the ring. He then raises one fist high into the air, as Pyro explodes from the ringposts and the top or the ring side area (Razor Ramon style). Two sparkles in a form of an X blast three times (old Diesel from WWF), The Pryo dies down and Carlos is walking around the ring awaiting his opponent......
Sabrina: And his opponent...........
" Hi Definition" by Lupe Fiasco 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".
Sabrina: Making his way to the ring, From Las Vegas, Nevada weighing two hundred ten pounds....Brandon Marks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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 Marks slides in the ring and hops on the TB and sits down looking toward Carlos Mitchell. As he waits for Carlos to stop wondering where he last put his brain, 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.
DING DING DING
Fecca: With Mitchell Im sure this match wont last long!!
Styles: Of course not!! Why do you think I brought my ipod with me tonight Bob!!
Fecca: Put that thing away!! Your here to announce not to listen to music on your ipod.
Carlos and Brandon lock up in the center of the ring. Carlos beginning however to take the upper hand as he pushes Brandon back into the corner. Carlos then raises his arm up, clenching it into a fistand swings. Brandon gets himself out of the way, as Carlos is then surprised with a kick to the midsection, being lifted up as Brandon holds on to him in the suplex position. Brandon walks with carlos there around the ring, right before he drops him with a stalling brainbuster to begin his onslaught. Carlos holding his head as Marks quickly continues his offense, locking in a side headlock on Carlos. Carlos beginning to wonder what the hell is going on is seen making his way up onto his knees. as Marks is not about to let him get his wind back. Marks stands up Carlos, as he jumps up into the air, nailing a ensiguri to the back of head of Carlos Mitchell.
Fecca: Holy shit!! Now that was impressive.
Styles:For a midget man it sure was.
With Carlos on the mat, Brandon decides he will now wow the audience with his athletic moves. He gets to the top rope quickly as Carlos is getting to his feet. Carlos still unaware by his position in the ring, as Brandon comes off the top rope landing a huge hurricanrana sending the body of Mitchell flipping over into the air, and landing back first onto the ring mat. Brandon happy with the beating of Mitchell, decides its about time that he should stand back as Carlos was not even close to being back on is feet. Brandon awaited Carlos to get to his feet, as he charged towards him. Carlos smart enough at this point, moves to the left watching Brandon pass him. Brandon slams into the corner, as Carlos sets him up for a german suplex. Carlos lifts Brandon in the air, but he flips out to his feet, and drops behind Carlos. Brandon then grabs a hold of Carlos nailing him with a huge thrust kick. Carlos hunches over and is then take down quickly with a swinging neckbreaker.
Fecca: Carlos Mitchell looks like a punching bag out there Styles!!
Styles: Come on kid at least do something!! Dont let him punk you out!!!
Brandon sure of himself now, as he goes to get Carlos from where the poor guy is lying in the middle of the ring. Carlos then gets a smirk on his pain filled face as Brandon has taken too long to get back to work. As Brandon comes over to Carlos, Carlos then stands up poking him in the eyes. Carlos then swings his leg high into the air and to the face of Brandon. Brandon smashes to the mat with a loud thud. Carlos taking it to the limit when he turns brandon over and locking in a camel clutch. The ref is right there looking down at Brandon asking him if he wants to quit. Brandon is see saying no, as Carlos uses all of his might to pull back on the neck of Brandon. Brandon not giving up as Carlos jumps up, crashing down onto the back of Brandon. Brandon falls face first to the mat. Carlos then is quick on the attack locking in a fujiwara armbar.
Fecca: Carlos now on a submission attack there Styles.
Styles: Yeah what the hell got into him?
Fecca: I dont know in fact!!!
Styles: Wow, im amazed!!
Carlos now noticing that Brandon is not about to give up as he releases the armbar.
Carlos then picks up Brandon, and signals for his patented Island Dream finishing maneuver. Carlos hoists Brandon over his shoulders, swings him around as Brandon nails him with a huge DDT sending the head of Carlos to the mat. Brandon and Carlos lie in the middle of the ring not moving much, but finally there is a stir from Brandon Marks. Brandon then stands up with a fluent motion, grabbing Carlos as well and whipping him into the corner. Brandon charges and nails both knees to the head of Carlos Mitchell, sending him falling face first.
Fecca: Holy crap, The Sweet Tooth
Styles: It's Over!!!!
Ref: 1............2.............3!!!!
Ding Ding Ding!!!!!!
Sabrina: Here is your winner....Brandon Marks!!!!!
The official raises Brandon’s arm as "Just lose It" by Eminem blasts over the PA. Fecca, "And it looks like the Momentum is back in Brandon Marks corner�? The cheering crowd suddenly begins to boo although we aren’t entirely sure why at first�?Marks turns around and BLAM! Big clothesline from�?AKMED?! Marks shoots back to his feet and Akmed grabs him by the wrist and with great force Irish whips him into the corner. Akmed runs in and BAM! Huge splash in the corner. Brandon staggers out and Akmed throws him up, hooks him in the Emerald Fusion set up (AKA The Celtic Cross)�?And then BAM! Drops Marks with his own version of the Emerald Fusion as the crowd erupts with boos. Fecca, "Bah Gawd! What an Ak Drop!" "Bodies" by Drowning Pool blasts over the PA as Akmed stands over Brandon with a closed fist, and then opens it, letting smarties fall on his chest. Styles, "GAH! I guess the big man doesn’t have much of a sweet tooth."
Fecca, "Well I think a simple thanks but no thanks could have sufficed just fine. This was a bit excessive."
Styles, "Hey, That jerk’s been askin�?for it. "The Candy Man"�?STRONG> LAME!"
Fecca, "What’s so lame about a guy just trying to have a good time? Why’s everybody always gotta be so serious?"
Styles, "Oh yeah mister "BAH GAWD!"�?You’re the poster guy for laid back alright."
Fecca, "Fair enough I suppose�?Well�?still to come tonight, the official crowning of a champion with NovaCaine but when we come back�?It’s WallStreet and Christian Michaels�?One On One!" We go to a graphic of WallStreet and CM making the crowd erupt as "Shockwave" by Black Tide is heard in t he background�?/P> *Commercial Break* | |
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| PWT Shockwave April 27th, 2008 | The cameras come back from commercial where we see Sabrina standing in the middle of the ring�?/FONT> The bell sounds three times before Sabrina announces, "Ladies and Gentlemen, the following bout is scheduled for ONEFALL and there is a one hour Time Limit." "Shady�?Yeah�?BR>Who Run It?
You Know. You Actin Like Ya Don’t Know
WE RUN IT
You Know but You Actin Like Ya Don’t Know
Who Run It?
You Know. You Actin Like Ya Don’t Know
WE RUN IT
You Know but You Actin Like Ya Don’t know You know, you actin like you don’t know. I Tear da club up fo sure.
This Flow is gonna bring Mo Dough
You Know but you actin like you Don’t know�? The curtain moves and the crowd erupts with boos as from behind it steps the one and only Corporate Icon. Fecca, "I can’t believe this guy’s back in power�?
Styles, "I can’t believe I get to watch you try and wrestle him next week! GAH-HA! That’s gonna be great!"
Fecca, "Oh yeah�?Wonderful." Sabrina, "Introducing first, making his way from Hartford Connecticut and weighing in at two hundred seventy six pounds�?He is accompanied to ringside by his Wife, Becca McCallister�?He is the Corporate Icon, Mister Taylor�?McCAAAAAAALLLLISTERRRR!" WallStreet looks around, a diabolical smirk on his face and power and arrogance in his swagger as he begins heading down the ramp, Becca arrogantly floating behind. Fecca, "We knew from the word go that this man was as slimy a snake in the grass as they come. We knew he slithered like no other�?What we didn’t know was that our chairwoman was just as bad."
Styles, "Why, because she didn’t want to spend the money to install speakers to do a "Boring" chant all over her house for a life with Captain Charisma? The woman was in the best relationship of her life, she got her panties in a bunch because WallStreet wasn’t around all the time, but when he wasn’t around any of the time she realized she’d made a mistake. I think it’s a beautiful thing that these two lovebirds were able to mend the nest."
Fecca, "Yeah�?"Beautiful"." They get down to the bottom of the ramp and head for the stairs. Becca goes up the stairs in front of WallStreet but as they arrive to the ring WallStreet glares over to the front row where James is sitting. Becca shoots him a dirty glare as well but looks up to WallStreet and says, "Don’t worry about him baby, just demolish this redneck and let’s go home." James gets a real sarcastic smirk and waves which makes WallStreet’s brows lower. Becca enters the ring and WallStreet slowly enters behind her. Fecca, "Well we saw the interaction between James and WallStreet earlier. WallStreet doesn’t seem any more pleased to see that he’s still here. Ya gotta wonder what effect this may have on his match with Christian Michaels here tonight." WallStreet hops up on the ropes and points down to James, talking smack as we fade away from him and back to the stage�?/FONT> The Opening chords of "Kryptonite" begin to blast over the PA as the previously booing crowd begins to erupt with cheers. Blue lights flash through out the arena and the cameras begin sweeping the crowd, seeing a ton of fans in various CM shirts and quite a few CM Signs�?/FONT> "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�? Finally the curtain is thrown to the side and from behind it steps the most popular superstar in PWT history�?/FONT> Christian Michaels. Fecca, "AND THERE HE IS! Two weeks after suffering the betrayal of what he thought had become one of his closest friends, and being thrown under the Corporate Bus, here he is! Nobody’s seen or heard from CM in that two week stretch until today and ya have to believe that’s because he’s spent that time stewing and reflecting on all that’s happened to him in the last couple of months. After everything with Nova ya have to believe that this past month, being close with Becca Wip�?Excuse me, "McCallister"�?I got a memo earlier in the show telling me how much she "detested" having to pretend to want to be called Wipwreck and that we had better get it right tonight�?
Styles, "I kept telling you all month but Nooooo, You thought you were suckin up by saying "Wipwreck"! HA!"
Fecca, "Whatever. Anyway, with all of the stuff with Nova and now with him getting close to Becca again only to have her turn out to be a treacherous Jezebel, ya gotta imagine that he’s all sorts of messed up upstairs right now."
Styles, "I think the "all sorts of messed up" ship already sailed out of the port when he started putting on red and blue spandex and calling himself Spidy CM."
Fecca, "Yeah, well, that was all in good fun, I don’t reckon there’s gonna be anything *fun* about what he’s got in mind here tonight."
Styles, "He better just hope that WallStreet lets him walk out of this match tonight, especially with that jerk James showing up and spoiling our Boss�?good mood." Christian Michaels gets down to ringside and goes around the ring to the area where James is standing. CM slaps hands with James�?they aren’t buddies or anything, but CM had bumped into him and chit chatted a couple of times during his brief tenure in the ICWA so they know each other in passing. James lifts up CM’s arm and points to him as CM points back to James and the crowd eats it up�?WallStreet on the other hand is glaring from the right corner nearest the stage (looking down from the stage). Fecca, "WallStreet’s life long rival and his current rival�?This must be as warm and fuzzy as an Ice Cube for him right now."
Styles, "Why hasn’t James been removed yet?!"
Fecca, "Because he paid for his ticket to be here."
Styles, "So! He’s a distraction! This isn’t fair Fecca!"
Fecca, "This isn’t fair?! No, I’ll tell ya what "isn’t fair"�?What "isn’t fair" is Christian Michaels trying to do the right thing and free a woman who he thought was his friend from an oppressive relationship only to get slapped in his face and dropped on his head in front of the world. *THAT* "isn’t fair"."
Styles, "Alright, geez, relax." Michaels slides into the ring and when he does WallStreet and Becca both hop out. Michaels darts over to the corner where they’d been standing and hops up on the second rope, looking down at them briefly before pointing out to the crowd and throwing up his "M" hand signal (an upside down Version 1 taunt) CM hops down and darts to the otherside to throw up his taunt as WallStreet eases back up onto the ring. WallStreet gets back in as Michaels drops down from the corner. "Kryptonite" begins to fade as the two glare at each other from across the ring. WallStreet calls out for a microphone�?/FONT> WallStreet, "Listen, Chris�?I understand that you’re a little upset right now. I don’t blame you. So I’m gonna do you a favor�?Leave. Leave this ring right here, right now, and go home. Go home, have Rhya pour you a bottle of Dr. Pepper or Moonshine or whatever, eat some grits, maybe go to bed and re-inact that scene from the Movie Joe Dirt you like much�?You know�?"You’re My Sister, You’re My Sister, You’re my sister�? WallStreet looks out at Becca on the floor with a coy smirk like he just got a good one in on CM�?THWACK! CM nails him with a stiff right as the mic goes flying and WallStreet’s head springs back with surprise. The crowd erupts as Richards calls for the bell and Michaels continues with the stinging right hands. Fecca, "I can’t believe that WallStreet would honestly believe for even a split second that Christian Michaels is gonna back down from a fight."
Styles, "Yeah, Michaels isn’t smart enough to walk away." Michaels finishes delivering his rights, backing WallStreet up against the ropes. Michaels grabs WallStreet’s arm and draws him out with an Irish Whip. WallStreet darts across the ring and hits the opposite ropes. He bounces back and Michaels takes the arm and takes him over with a quick Arm drag, floating over top off him off the arm drag and mounting him before laying in an onslaught of mounted punches much to the fans approval and the official’s dismay. Fecca, "You can see the emotion in this contest boiling over already." The official gets CM up and off, as WallStreet grabs his head and rolls out of the ring. Becca immediately comes over to console her man. WallStreet looks up into the ring furious as he points to Michaels and screams at the ref, "YOU BACK THAT SON OF A BITCH UP! YOU HEAR ME?! BACK HIS ASS UP!" Richards gets in front of Michaels and insists that he back up. WallStreet glances over his shoulder and sees James heckling him from ringside. WallStreet points at James and says, "Shut your mouth before I make you another number on the "Wrestlers under fifty to die" list." James signals for him to bring it but WallStreet ignores it and climbs back up onto the ring. WallStreet, "HEY REF! I SAID BACK HIS ASS UP! I’m THIS close to going home!" Richards again insists that Michaels backs up, but Michaels is about as far back as he’s gonna get. I mean the ring’s only 18 by 18. WallStreet hesitantly gets back in the ring and starts walking around the ring to his left, Michaels doing the same to stay directly across from WallStreet. WallStreet finally comes to the center and raises his hand in the air, challenging Michaels to a test of Strength. Michaels shrugs as if he’s game and raises his hand too. He interlocks fingers with WallStreet and then immediately delivers a kick to the gut of WallStreet making him double over. The fans erupt, even though typically it’s a heel move to cut the test of strength short with a kick or jab, in this case it was CM beating Wally to the punch and it got over great. Michaels begins delivering another series of right hands, punching WallStreet into the corner. CM hooks WallStreet and hoists him up like he wants a Vertical Suplex, but ends up plopping him on his ass on the top turnbuckle pad. Michaels climbs up onto the second set of ropes and re-hooks WallStreet, apparently looking for a Superplex. WallStreet reaches down with his right hand and holds onto the top rope, blocking the Superplex attempt. After CM stops trying to hoist WallStreet up, The Corporate Icon immediately unloads a couple of hard right hands into Michaels ribs, making him relinquish the vertical suplex grapple. WallStreet reaches up and nails Michaels in the head with a short right hand, making the Southern Heartthrob fly back and take a hard back bump to the crowd’s dismay. WallStreet hops down off the ropes and stalks behind Michaels who’s slowly peeling himself up. Michaels turns around and WallStreet nails him with a big hip check doubling him over. WallStreet grabs a fist full of Michaels hair with his left hand, draws back with his right, and BAM! A big right hand drops him hard in the ring as WallStreet shakes his hand in pain from the power behind the shot. Richards, "HEY! Watch the closed fist!" WallStreet, "I Did! It Connected! Mission Accomplished." Richards, "Keep it up, I don’t mind disqualifying you." WallStreet, "Whatever." WallStreet covers CM with a foot and yells, "Be smart, stay down!" Richards drops and counts …………�? But only one as Michaels kicks out with authority. WallStreet seems annoyed as he watches CM roll to his knees. CM pulls himself up and turns around�?WallStreet shoots forward looking for a clothesline but Michaels ducks it. CM drops down and school boys him over as Richards drops back down …………………�?………………�?…�?Only two as WallStreet kicks out. WallStreet gets up looking furious. He shoots for another clothesline and CM ducks under again, this time catching the arms so that he’s kinda wearing WallStreet almost like a back pack before dropping to his knees and putting the Corporate Icon’s shoulders to the mat with a back slide. Richards drops down again …………………�?…………………�?………�?WallStreet kicks out again and the fans are eating it up. WallStreet jumps up and rushes in at Michaels again, this time Michaels takes him over with a small package/cradle pin. Once again our pedo lookin ref drops down and counts ……………………�?…………………�?…………�?Again only two as WallStreet kicks out one more time. WallStreet and CM shoot up to their feet, CM bounces back off the nearest ropes, shoots forward and leaps up looking for a cross body block but much the same as at Criminal Intent, WallStreet drops to his back and lets Michaels coast right over him and land on his face. This time though at least they’re in the ring and there is no ladder to take the Crossbody. WallStreet immediately rushes over and begins laying in the hard stomps to Michaels back, clearly enraged that he got upstaged by Michaels onslaught of pins. Fecca, "Looks like Michaels may have bruised WallStreet’s ego a little with that series of pinning predicaments." CM crawls through the boots to the ropes. CM starts pulling himself up on the ropes but WallStreet’s quick to get over top of Michaels grab the bottom rope, choking Michaels on the ropes. Richards rushes over and begins demanding the break�?……………�?………�?………�?……�?……�?WallStreet relinquishes the choke and backs off to the middle of the ring, arguing "HEY REF! I’VE GOT A FIVE COUNT AND YOU’RE RUSHIN IT!" The ref jumps to argue with WallStreet and as he does Becca comes over and reaches up, grabbing the back of CM’s head and pulling down, choking CM on the ropes as the crowd boos desperately. After a few seconds Becca releases CM and he falls back holding his throat. WallStreet brushes by the ref and heads back over to Michaels. WallStreet reaches down, grabs a fist full of Michaels hair and picks him up off the mat. Michaels leans back on the ropes and WallStreet draws back and CRACK! A big chop across Michaels chest. CM grabs his chest with his left hand and holds the top rope with his right as he stumbles toward the corner. WallStreet follows him into the corner and grabs the top ropes, driving his hip up into CM’s mid section ala Kevin Nash. WallStreet does that a second time and then steps to the side, grabs the top rope with both hands and lifts his leg up, driving his boot into CM’s throat as he leans back to add pressure. Richards again gets right in there demanding the break ……………�?……………�?…………�?……………�?…………�?WallStreet breaks the hold and CM falls on his ass. Richards starts throwing a tantrum and WallStreet throws up his hands as if to say "Alright, Alright�? �?Then he immediately grabs the top rope again and puts his boot back to CM’s throat, now delivering a grounded version of the same boot choke he was just doing when CM was standing. Again Richards gets in WallStreet’s face and starts counting …………�?…………�?………�?………�?……�?WallStreet breaks the hold and then reaches down, grabs CM by the head, yanks him out of the corner and drapes him back on the second rope before finally acknowledging the ref and backing off to argue with him. The camera switches to the floor where Becca gets a devilish smirk. She goes to head for CM but a hand from the crowd reaches out and grabs her arm. Becca seems insulted that a fan would touch her, but when she turns around she seems surprised that said fan is James. The rest of the fans go wild as he prevents her from going to choke CM. Fecca, "WallStreet left Michaels in position for Becca to take another cheap shot but James isn’t lettin�?it happen!"
Styles, "Somebody throw this guy out of here! Fans can’t touch the talent!"
Fecca, "Well, that’s true, but his motivation is certainly good." WallStreet looks past the ref and gets big eyed realizing that James is holding Becca’s arm and preventing her from doing a run in. Security’s starting to head over, but not fast enough to satisfy WallStreet. WallStreet darts past the ref and baseball slides to the floor. He power walks over to the guard rail and the camera gets right close, hoping the cameras mic can pick up any words�?/FONT> WallStreet, "What the Hell do you think you’re doing?!" James, "Keeping your little lady from interferin in your match." WallStreet, "Let her go and get the Hell out of here�? James, "No." WallStreet looks like his head might fly off, he’s not too used to being told no. WallStreet nods and says, "Fine, whatever�? WallStreet turns around�?But not for long�?THWACK! A big sucker punch and James drops down on the ground behind the fan barricade. Fecca, "Oh come on! Was that necessary?!"
Styles, "Absolutely." Becca leans over and starts yelling very matter of factly at him till she realizes she’s within arms reach of these other people. She backs off and WallStreet makes sure she’s alright before he raises a closed fist toward some other fans looking jumpy. Finally he turns around and slides back in the ring. CM has taken himself off the ropes and is holding his throat. It’s perfectly plausible that with all those chokes that there could have been internal throat damage. WallStreet heads toward WallStreet when�?WHACK! Fecca, "WALLSTREET JUST GOT WHAPPED!"
Styles, "GAH!" CM nails his superkick but that may have been what he had left between the damage from last match and then all the oxygen depreciating chokes and such in this one. Richards checks both guys but neither guy shows signs of getting up so Richards begins counting�?/FONT> ........................1…………………�?………………�?………………�? Fecca, "WallStreet and Christian Michaels both down on the mat with limited signs of life�? ………………………�?5……………�?6 The crowd suddenly starts to cheer on the left side (looking down from the stage)�?But why? Oh, We see now. In the ring slides James and he looks pissed off and ready to cause some damage. WallStreet and Michaels both slowly start pulling them selves up as the referee stops the count and tries to convince James to leave. James doesn’t pay him any mind as he has his eyes on WallStreet, just waiting for him to get to his feet…�?/FONT> Fecca, "WallStreet got that cheap shot in on the Original Sadist and now it looks like another chapter in this six year rivalry begins tonight�? WallStreet pulls himself up, he turns and his eyes get huge when he sees James in the ring…�?WHAM! BAM! Fecca, "WHAT THE HELL?!" Richards immediately calls for the bell and the crowd starts booing furiously as we just saw James deliver a stiff kick in the gut of CM and than nail his "Fractured" finisher (A Diamond cutter). Sabrina, "Your winner, by DISQUALIFICATION�? CHRISTIAN MICHAELS!" James pops up as WallStreet begins grinning like that kid who just watched somebody stomp out the flaming bag of dog poo he put at somebody’s door before ringing their door bell. Becca slides in and James and WallStreet stand face to face, both guys flashing a grin before shaking hands and pulling each other in for a hug that gets so many boos, you’d think it was two gay guys in the least tolerant town in Mississippi or Alabama. Becca immediately comes over and raises their arms. Styles, "GAH-HA! How great! James and WallStreet have mended fences and they’re on the same page!"
Fecca, "Oh yeah, it’s a regular Halmark moment alright! I can’t believe this guy stood there and fed me all that crap about how big a Christian Michaels fan he was! He was trying to fool us all night long!"
Styles, "Trying? He seemed pretty successful to me." James looks down at Christian and shrugs as the camera catches him saying, "Nothing personal�?Strictly Business." "You Don’t Know" by Fifty Cent, Eminem, and Cashis begins blasting over the PA as WallStreet and James both climb out of the ring, raising each others arms. Fecca, "So two shows in a row now Christian Michaels has been blind sided by an unexpected assailant in company with WallStreet. I Think at this point it’s safe to say that CM pretty much can’t trust anybody."
Styles, "Hey, The mighty dollar don’t stretch as far as it used to but when ya have as many of em as WallStreet does, you can reach out and get anything, or anyONE that you want to. Maybe Michaels should take a lesson from Sting back when the nWo was taking over the world and cut himself off from everyone else, because as long as WallStreet’s wallet stays full Michaels is never gonna know who’s next to gun for him. Who knows, maybe Shadow and Tee Oh Gee are on pay roll too. Maybe it’s a good thing that alliance deal hasn’t seemed to work out."
Fecca, "No�?There’s no way�?Is there?"
Styles, "You tell me, a month ago you’d of said there was no way Becca could be with WallStreet."
Fecca, "Well……�?That’s true�?I�?I don’t know. Well, Let’s go from bad to worse�?Or Worse to bad? I don’t know anymore. Regardless, when we come back�?NovaCaine’s official strapping as PWT’s World Heavyweight Champion." The cameras fade on WallStreet and James�?/FONT> | |
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| PWT Shockwave April 27th, 2008 | The cameras come back from commercial and Becca’s still standing in the middle of the ring, a member of security standing behind her holding a brief case. Becca, "Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome with me at this time�?YOUR World�?STRONG> HEAVYWEIGHT�?Champion�?NoooooooooVA Caaaaaaaaine!" The crowd erupts with boos as "Devils Rejects" by Rob Zombie begins blasting over the PA. Fecca, "We waited nearly two months for this event, and yet at the same time I wish on top of wishes that we didn’t have to see it. This is much like the debate on Chemotherapy�?Yeah, it’s generally effective but you have to wonder if perhaps the cure isn’t worse than the disease? In our case Nova was the Chemo to our Dante cancer, but I have to wonder if we didn’t just take a cure that might have been worse than the disease."
Styles, "That’s a ludicrous theory. Finally, Nova gets his shot atop of the PWT mountain! It’s a celebration Fecca!" Nova makes his way onto the stage, that sly smirk on his face as Mason, Kimberly Pain, and Josiah all assemble behind Nova�?Apparently Javen and Plague have opted to sit this one out? Nova leads the way down the ramp, ignoring the booing masses as Becca applauds from inside the ring. Fecca, "Look at Becca applauding this monster’s arrival to the championship�?Ya know, you gotta wonder what the Caines connection to WallStreet and Becca is�?I mean, we saw a couple of matches where WallStreet teamed up with various Caines to take on common enemies and now in the first day of this Corporate Era if you will, Nova’s being given a special TV spot to acknowledge his reign as champion�?There may be more here to worry about then we even realize."
Styles, "GAH-HA! I sure hope so Fecca�?I sure hope so." Nova leads the caines down the ramp and then climbs the stairs as the rest of the Caines disperse and find their own respective ways into the ring. Nova enters the ring and the rest of em seem to enter about the same time. His music slowly draws to a fade as he and the rest of the Clan stand across from Becca. Becca, "NovaCaine�?First let me start by saying what an honor it is to have you atop of PWT right now. Regardless of what these idiots in Iowa think, we at PWT know that you will be a great champion." The fans boo as Nova raises an eyebrow, probably curious as to where this is all going�?Hey, Nobody just compliments a Caine for the Hell of it. Becca, "That being said, Our championship belt�?The championship belt that was held but such names as David Van Dam (crowd cheers)�?Damien Collins (Crowd cheers)�?FONT color=#9900ff> Georgia James (Crowd cheers)�?Dante Cross (............) And of course�?Ugh�?Christian Michaels." The crowd erupts and Becca knows she’s gonna have to pause for his reaction so she stands impatiently rolling her eyes. Becca continues, "That belt represents a dead era and was held by a lot of TRASH!" The crowd boos as four of the five previously mentioned champions were or are huge fan favorites. Becca, "Our last champion put the Icying on the cake of decay that the belt was under as he represented it exactly how a championship he held should be treated�?Like it was a joke. Well that simply won’t do for you Mister Caine, nor will it do for PWT. The entire face of Professional Wrestling Today is changing. From My Husband and I taking control in a way this company has never before seen, or to our championship face and more specifically, our world championship�?It’s all changing. The way things are done here, are changing, and the representation there in is changing. As a result Nova, we have made a brand new championship belt that will now represent PWT, and you in your new title reign will be the very first champion to hold it." With that she motions to the security guard who steps forward, pops the clips on the briefcase and opens it much like a henchmen showing a buyer the goods in an action movie. Nova and our cameras get their first glance at the title which lays in this white lined briefcase�?/P> Nova nods, seemingly pleased before he withdraws the title from the briefcase and throws it over his shoulder. Becca, "Now, if you have a few words�?Please, by all means, we’re here to celebrate YOUR world title reign. Have at it." Becca nods and offers over the mic, and hey, since when does Nova decline an opportunity to say a few words. Nova, "I told everybody that I’d become the champion at Criminal Intent. No writing on the wall, no fix, just me letting the world know exactly how things would go. Here we stand and wouldn’t you know, here to is the championship belt. I’ll forgo the cliché "New Era" speech in favor of letting all of you know that this belt has found it’s home. It’s home within the Clan of Caine. And if anybody’s foolish enough to think it’s going anywhere anytime soon, then you’re welcome to step up anytime you want. The idea has always been that if the fans boo you or you’re not the nicest guy in the arena, you must not be a fighting champion. Well rest assured, this is one champion you don’t have to wonder if you’ll see on TV for a month. This is one champion who looks forward to a fight. This is one champion who�? "IF YA SMEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLL�?Take A Shower!" The crowd instantly erupts as "Big Gun" by AC/DC Takes over the PA. Styles, "WHAT?!"
Fecca, "Well that’s�?That’s Marcus Johnson’s music but I�?I don’t know why it’d be playing now�? Nova walks over to the ropes, leaning on the top rope looking up the ramp with his family surrounding him�?/P> The crowd grows even louder all of a sudden and it doesn’t take long to realize why as Marcus slides in from behind. Fecca, �?FONT color=#990000>What in the world, where’d he come f rom?!" The security guy with the briefcase (who we can assume is not part of Marcus�?team) is staring up the ramp from the middle of the ring when Marcus hooks him and BAM! Rock Bottom! Fecca, "When’d he start using the Rock bottom?!"
Styles, "Probably when the result writer had no clue what a Cyclone was and needed a high impact move�?
Fecca, "……………�?What?"
Styles, "I mean�?WHO CARES! HE’S WRECKING NOVA’S CELEBRATION!" By now the Clan realizes somethings going on and Kimberly is the first to turn around. She darts for Marcus but he ducks and when she turns around she gets a clothesline for her trouble. She rolls out of the ring as Mason gets ready to go for Marcus. Marcus doesn’t back up and inch and BAM! BAM! BAM! He begins unloading a series of stinging right hands. He finally gets him backed up to the ropes, draws his hand way back much like the Rock, forgoes the spit and BLAMO! Hits him hard enough to make him go up and over the top rope, although he lands on his feet at ringside. Nova by now has hopped out of the ring but Josiah was sure Mason had it covered and had stayed behind�?Josiah gets wide eyed, the sweat pouring as he slowly tries to back off�?Realizing that’s not gonna work, he turns to run but Marcus grabs him by the waist band of his pants and he’s unable to go anywhere. Marcus snaps him back making him spin around, hooks him, and BAM! Another Rock bottom. Fecca, "Marcus Johnson is cleaning house!" Marcus rolls Josiah out of the ring with his foot. Marcus paces the ring as the crowd begins to chant�?/P> Crowd: MARC-US! MARC-US! MARC-US! MARC-US! MARC-US! Marcus grabs the mic that we can assume Nova discarded when he left the ring. Mason grabs Josiah and throws him over his shoulder as Kim comes over holding her neck and Nova guides his family up the ramp. Marcus, "NOVA! You come out here and you run your mouth about keeping the title "home"�?Well all this talk of new eras and new champions got me thinking�?It got me thinking Nova, and it got me thinking that it’s been a real long time since anyone here’s seen Marcus Johnson with a strap around his waist (crowd cheers that concept)�?So I think it’s time that I jump on the bandwagon with all of this "change" and change that by becoming the PWT Heavyweight Champion Of The World!" Fecca, "Bah God! I think Marcus Johnson has just called him dibs on a World title opportunity!"
Styles, "He can’t do that!" Marcus, "It’s kinda funny�?You say that the championship’s "Home"�?Well I don’t think so. It’s more like it’s been kidnapped, but it will come home�?Very, very soon. It’ll come home and your head of security will make sure it’s safe and sound. You claim the title’s home, but I’m going to make sure it’s secured." Marcus tosses the mic to the side as "Big Gun" by AC/DC Begins again. Fecca, "I can’t believe it�?What a night we’ve had tonight and folks, this roller coaster ride shows no sign of slowing down in the weeks to come!"
Styles, "I hope Nova beats this guy down as bad next week as WallStreet’s gonna beat you down next week!"
Fecca, "Gee, thanks for another reminder. Well folks, no doubt a lot to unfold next week. What’s gonna happen, how will it go?! I don’t know but I reckon we’ll find out right here next week. I’m Bobby Fecca alongside Eddie Styles�?Good Fight�?STRONG> GOOD NIGHT!" | |
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