[ Jamie Peirce was in the ring waiting when the show came back from commercial. His opponent, The X-Man, was currently making his way to the ring. Xavier's theme blaring as he stepped into the ring and threw up his arms. The fans gave a tremendous ovation for X-Man.

[ The bell sounds and both men step to the center of teh ring. They're circling around each other looking for an opening. Jamie see's one and shoots in. X-man attempts a huge hook but its ducked under. Peirce goes behind and puts on a waistlock. The X-Man looks for a way out but is unsuccessful. Finally jamie reaches up and takes a side headlock on X-Man. He wrenches it in hard. Xavier now is trying to escape this hold with little luck.

[ X-Man falls back to the ropes and tries to push Jamie off. No go there as jamie just slides down to a seated position. X-Man doesn't stay down for long though. He forces himself an Jamie back to a vertical base. Homicide gets turned just a lil and has room to pepper Jamie's mid-section with some quick punches. The headlock is broken and X pops up and begins to connect with some wicked boxing combinations. Peirce gets his arms up to protect his face and falls back into the corner. X-man comes after him but the ref is quick to step in between. And with that distraction Jamie gives X-Man a thumb to the eye.

[ The next several minutes do not go X-man's way at all. He's the victim of many of Jamie's technical moves. Most of these moves seem to be focused on the back, weakening X-man up for Jamie's finisher: a lifted Rock Bottom called "Peircer".

[ Jamie is well in control until one moment. He has the X-Man doubled over and goes for a running knee lift. The X-man though manages to advoid it. He catches Jamie and delivers a major German suplex that folds Perice up! Jamie managed to get up and then he was the victim of several variations of suplexes. And in between he was getting peppered by wicked boxing combinations.

[ Briefly Jamie is able ta swing things back in his favor, but its shortlived. He looks for his version of the Rock Bottom but X-Man counters with elbow shots to the side of the head. Xavier was then able to get Jamie and nail his hanging fisherman buster that he calls "The XXXecutioner". The ref and fans made the count: ONE.........TWO........THREE!!!

[ Before Sabrina can finish announcing X-Man as the winner he's clobbered from behind. Jamie quickly kicking and stomping away on Xavier. He lifts up X-Mana nd connects with his "Peirced" rock bottom finisher. As the ref shields the downed Homicide the unruly Jamie proclaims that this isn't over with. We then head to the back.

[ Dropping Ken onto the floor like he was a bag of clothes, Ken grabbed at his throat and coughed up a storm trying to regain his breathe as Jake smirked before walking forward and disappearing up ahead. Was Jake serious? You could say that- But Marcus Johnson was going to find out first hand just how serious Jake is- He asked for it though. Fade to commercial

[ Shockwave is back and its Main Event time!

Bob Fecca: "And we're back ladies and gentlemen- Main-event time!"

Eddie Styles: "Its decided- Jake wins."

Bob Fecca: "Don't count Marcus Johnson out, he's a talented young man!"

Eddie Styles: "As talented as Jake? Don't kid yourself."

"If You SaMELLLLLL... Take A Shower..." is heard then "Big Gun" by AC/DC hits the p.a system. The crowd pops like a weasle for PWT's Head of Security, the Marcus of Johnson as he comes out from the back wearing his in-ring attire. He pauses at the top of the ramp to soak in his surroundings and the noise from the crowd.

Sabrina: "Making his way to the ring, he is devilishly sexy and I want to bang the you know what out of him... the MARCUUUUUUUUUUUUS OOOOF JOOOOOOHNSOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooon!"

Eddie Styles: "........."

He makes his way down the ramp energetically, giving a few lucky fans in the front row a brush of his hand. He slides under the ropes and walks to the far corner. He takes his time to get on the middle turnbuckle and starts talking, but what he says can't be heard over the music and the crowd. After talking a short while, he slowly raises both arms in the air. When they're directly above him, he flexes them, then brings them down to his side and flexes the rest of his body. Marcus gets down from the turnbuckle and gets comfortable by casually leaning against the ropes to await his opponent.

Eddie Styles: "I wonder how quick his heart is beating after that?"

Bob Fecca: "What are you talking about now!?"

Eddie Styles: "Oh don't be so naive, he's on something! He got the ring quicker than the Ultimate Warrior- WHILE he was on 'roids. Crack kills."

Bob Fecca: "Would you stop.. Geez."

.. And then there was Jake. The lights cut off, the crowd got rowdy but instead of the expected "Put You on Game" by Lupe Fiasco- The mixtape track called "Simple Ain't It?" by Lloyd Banks started over the PA System. Letting Banks' wheeze of a voice sound over airwaves- Moving through the curtain with a "N.N.D.N - No Name-Dropping Neccessary" shirt on, it didn't take long for Jake to rekindle that hate he got earlier from the people and he loved every second of it. Keeping his stance at the top of the stage while he stared down at the ring, another figure moved through the curtain; Jake's trusty agent who had that lethal stainless steel suitcase in his right hand in Loren Gabriel. Flashing that smirk that only he had, Jake looked over towards Loren and with a nod begun his stroll down to the ring.

Bob Fecca: "Thats.. Thats Loren Gabriel! This match is already one sided with Gabriel's presence on the outside!"

Eddie Styles: "I told you Jake was gonna win, didn't I?"

Bob Fecca: "You knew about this, didn't you?!"

Eddie Styles: "As the kids like to say, I kept my ear to the streets."

Bob Fecca: ".. Ridiculous."

Sabrina: ".. And frooooooommmmmmmmmmmm Honolulu, Hawaii.. Weighing in at two-hundred and sixty five pounds.. Accompanied by Loren Gabriel- THE INFAAAAAAAAAAMOUSSSSSSSSSSSS- JAAACOOOOOOBBBBBBBBBBBBB MITTTTTTTCHHHHHHHHEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLL!"

It was as if Sabrina had announced the return or Benito Mussoilini in power in Italy as the crowd gave Jake an unreeal reaction- Showing everyone that 'thought' they were the real thing; That Jake had it all figured out. He didn't change his expression- He kept it the same it was when he started his way down the ring as he managed to get down to the ring. Stopping at the foot of the stairs, he stared up and at Marcus Johnson before allowing a smirk to cross his face before moving up the stairs- And then eventually into the ring. Ripping the shirt off of his back, he tossed it down onto the floor and backed himself into the ropes a few times, getting loosened up. The lights returned back to normal as the ref signaled for the bell- Causing the crowd to pop like crazy.

Bob Fecca: "FIRST MAIN-EVENT BACK!"

.. And the moment is stolen by Jake who lunged forward and clobbered Marcus Johnson with a knee to the gut and drove him back into the turnbuckle.

Eddie Styles: "YEAH!"

Unleashing a flurry of rights and lefts to the covered up Marcus Johnson- the ref got in between Jake and Marcus, causing Jake to back up with his hands up. Marcus smirked and pushed himself up straight, not before Jake leaned over the ref and slapped Marcus across the side of the head pretty stiffly. Playing mind-games obviously- It didn't take the two to lock up in the center of the ring, which was where Jake quickly fired off a swift hip-toss- Marcus jumped up and sprinted back at Jake- But Jake sent Marcus across the ring with a quick arm-drag, and then topped it off with a beautiful standing dropkick when Marcus darted back his way.

Bob Fecca: "Unbelievable!"

Eddie Styles: "I wonder if ProWrestling dot com needs help with writing articles.. They could use an insightful mind like mine!"

Marcus held his jaw as he pushed himself up to his feet while Jake had a Sagat from Street Fighter like smirk going on, knowing that Johnson stood no-chance, but the fight was going to be fun nonetheless. Once more they took the time to circle each other before Jake moved in with a fake sprawl causing Marcus to jump back, and allowing Jake to fire back up like a piston and catch Marcus with an unexpected European Uppercut that took Marcus off of his feet. Knocking Marcus into the corner- Jake irish-whipped Marcus into the far-side ropes and leaped frogged over the oncoming Marcus, only to take him down with a hard clothesline that sent Marcus down onto the mat and eventually rolling outside the ring, giving Jake the oppurtunity to play to the crowd.

Eddie Styles: "I'd like to see someone doubt that! Greatness?! HA! You're looking at something far past greatness- You're looking at Jacob Mitchell!"

Bob Fecca: "I have to agree there- There's talk that an individual is actually trying to pass himself off as Jacob Mitchell down somewhere, but we all know thats not possible. As much as I don't like Jake.. There's only one and I can say that PWT is the womb that bares the cancer."

Eddie Styles: "Don't be so negative, we could have some nobody- innovative reject on our hands!"

Bob Fecca: ".. Eddie.. Don't start.."

Getting back into the ring, Marcus looked pretty offset as he wasn't expecting that speed from Jake- Let alone the explosiveness that he had. Once more though, they circled each other and locked-up, Marcus managed to get the edge this time and shove Jake into the ropes before firing him into the corner. Jake bounced back and stepped into a back elbow from Marcus which sent him back into the corner. The crowd begun to rally behind Marcus as Marcus climbed the turnbuckle and fired off shot after shot trying to hit Jake's head, but The Viper.. As some called Jake managed to slither his way out of the situation and before Marcus could fix the situation, Jake busted off an unbelievable vertical leap and dropkicked the back of Marcus' right knee- Taking him down. Following the dropkick up by going into MMA Mode- Jake took Marcus' guard and begun to hit him with stunning punches, how accurate they were was scary.

Bob Fecca: "Its.. Its like a totally different Jacob Mitchell, Eddie! This looks nothing like the Jake of old!"

Eddie Styles: "Training with the possibly greatest American Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu practiconer will do that to you. BJ Penn ain't no joke."

Unknowingly, Marcus let his right arm get up too high and Jake saw the opening, allowing him to lock in a solid arm-bar, but they were too close to the ropes. Marcus managed to put his feet on the bottom rope as the ref got in Jake's face and started the mandatory five count that'd disqualify him if he didn't let go.

One..

Two..

Jake kept the pressure on, Marcus obviously was in extreme amounts of pain.

Three..

Four..

Bob Fecca: "LET GO DAMMIT, HE GOT THE ROPES!"

Letting go with a sinister smile on his face, Jake rolled backwards and jumped to his feet while pulling off the Muhammad Hassan pose with his arms extended and his head cocked all the way back- Letting the hate get showered in on him.

Bob Fecca: "This self-righteous, ego-centric jackass.. I can't stand him!"

Eddie Styles: "I wouldn't expect you to Bob, you're weak. The strong has got to stick together to make sure the weak don't overpopulate!"

Bob Fecca: "What he did isn't strong- Its cheating!"

Eddie Styles: "Same difference."

Stretching out the kinks in his arm from the arm-bar, Marcus got back to his feet and at the moment, he was getting toyed with and he didn't like it. He knew that he was just a game for Jake at the moment, so he'd have to do something to switch the flow up. Jake looked back at Marcus before once more getting into a tie and elbow lockup, Marcus fired off a kick into Jake's midsection which stunned him long enough for Marcus to slip around to the back of Jake with a waist-lock and snap back while fixing his body mid-motion- Taking Jake down with a quick Russian Legsweep. Taking advantage of the situation, the crowd popped like crazy as Marcus quickly made the cover.

Bob Fecca: "OUT OF NO-WHERE!"

ON-

KICKOUT!

Still way too strong for that- Jake's right shoulder exploded off of the mat as Marcus pushed himself up and made sure Jake didn't regain his vertical base. Knocking The Prodigal Son with solid stomps, they didn't seem to have too much of an effect on him but enough to allow Marcus time to form a strategy in his mind. Shoving Jake back into the ropes, Marcus fired off a few chops that automatically recieved "WHOOOOOOOOOOOOO's" from the people in memory of 'Naitch before Marcus attempted to whip Jake into the ropes, but before he could Jake reversed it. Sending Marcus into the ropes- He rebounded pretty quick and hit Jake with a flying crossbody that again got quite the reaction from the people. Though the momentum he carried was a bit too much as Jake managed to get the pin after Marcus hit him too hard and Jake managed to get the best of the situation using his ring-knowledge.

One..

T-

KICKOUT!

It was as if Jake had seen the devil as when he got up after that, Jake let off stiff stomps that caught Marcus in the back of the head and neck- One of them clipped his right ear that quickly got it swollen and left him with a Cauliflower. Stalking Marcus now as he reached for the ropes- The stomps that Jake fired off obviously had a stronger effect, Jake locked Marcus in a headlock and begun to tighten the hold before backing himself into the ropes. Marcus shoved Jake forward- Ans when Jake turned around coming full-force at Marcus, out of pure desperation Marcus managed to get low and pop back up with Jake on his back and slammed him down with a pretty decent Samoan Drop. Jake tried to get back to his feet while holding his lower back but it allowed Marcus to come sailing across the ring and drilled Jake with a hard shining wizard that got the people back into the match and on Marcus' side as they broke off chants of "MAR-CUS."

Eddie Styles: "LUCKY BREAK!"

Eddie Styles: "Now whats what I'm talking about! Jake's a true cerebral assassin, he breaks you down methodically and even though it has absolutely nothing to do with finishing you off with The Prodigal Drop- He leaves a lasting impression on you."

Bob Fecca: "Jake is showcasing what he's able to do.. And its deadly. I always knew he had it in him to be a solid mat technican, but to do that he needed to apply himself to his trade. For so long he was able to get by on being himself instead of working hard and improving.. Like in Dragon Ball Z- I think we may be looking at his perfect form.. Perfect Cell.."

Eddie Styles: "No, Jake isn't close to being perfect Cell- Because in the end, perfect Cell was beatable. Jake is.. Jake is beyond anything the human mind can understand."

It was all downhill as even Loren Gabriel on the outside had taken a seat next to Sabrina, probably hitting on her. Letting Marcus get to his feet, Jake rushed forward and missed a clothesline attempt to be quickly taken advantage of by Marcus Johnson. Looking for the 'Rock Slide.'

Bob Fecca: "MARCUS IS STILL IN IT, MARCUS IS STILL IN IT!"

Eddie Styles: "NO! IT CAN'T BE!"

Jake struggled to keep his jaw down and keep himself standing so the choke couldn't be fully applied..

Bob Fecca: "ALL MARCUS HAS TO DO IS LOCK THAT LEFT ARM UNDER JAKE'S CHIN AND ITS ALL SAID AND DONE! CAN HE DO IT?!"

Managing to get his arm under Jake's head- Marcus tried to throw himself back and take Jake down with him, but Jake was too strong. Trying to sweep Jake's legs- Jake once more got out of Marcus' grasp and before Marcus could get in a sense of offense, Jake looked over his shoulder before he leaped into the air snatching Marcus down and blasting him face-first onto the mat-

Eddie Styles: "PRODIGAL DROP! GOOD-NIGHT, SEE YA LATER, BUILD A BRIDGE AND GET OVER IT!"

As they hit the mat, Jake quickly pushed himself up and slipped his left arm under Marcus' jaw while keeping his head on Marcus' back. Firing off a few stiff knees that connected before hooking his left arm with his right and flipping over to his back. Bridging upwards a bit, Jake locked the choke in perfectly as Marcus, with the little amount of power he had left from The Prodigal Drop and knees tapped out slowly- But tapped out.

Eddie Styles: "THE OXYGEN SLAYER! THE PRODIGAL SLAYER?! THE SINGLE MOST EFFECTIVE TANDUM IN PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING?! THATS LIKE CJ SPILLER AND JACOBY FORD! LIKE SETH ROGEN AND PAUL RUDD! RUM AND COKE!"

The ref saw Marcus' hand tap three times and called for the bell as "Simple Ain't It" rang back over the PA System.

Sabrina: "Your winner.. JACCCCCCCCCCCOBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB MIIIIIIIIIIITCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!"

Eddie Styles: "Atleast your boy put up some fight, but Jake? Too much for him."

Bob Fecca: "Well- Uh, yeah. I have nothing to say, Jake.. Jake was impressive alright. He executed flawlessly.. And he beat Marcus Johnson in a convincing manner."

Eddie Styles: "Convincing?! Thats like saying it ain't rape in Africa- They're enjoying it! This match was all Jake from beginning to end. Marcus got in small bits of offense, but really.. Who would bet against Jake in his debut- Especially against Marcus Johnson who mouthed off? He got what he deserved!"

Bob Fecca: "That may be the case Eddie.. But for now, thats all we've got. I'd like to thank you one last time for tuning into Shockwave. Thank you for letting us back into your homes and yes ladies and gentlemen.. We're back,and stronger than ever! This is Bob Fecca signing off for Eddie Styles and the rest of the PWT.. GOOD NIGHT AND SEE YOU NEXT WEEK ON ANOTHER EXPLOSIDE EPISODE OF SHOCKWAVE!"