[Stevenson and Six-Pack are in the ring, just as the bell sounds and a lock up- Drew twists Joe to the side, and into a headlock, Joe pushes him into the corner- but Drew puts up a foot to stop it... Joe brings him back in for a German Suplex, dropping him down in an atomic drop instead, and shoving him into the corner, Joe gives him a huge punch, then goes up for a ten hit- 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, and on the seventh, Drew grabs him by the waist and stunts him down in a powerbomb- ONE! TWO! NO!!

Macklin: "Near fall early in the match. it came about when Drew challenged David Van Dam, who subsequently lost the PWT People's Title to Drew just last night on Shockwave... and then won the PWT World TItle from Nic E Dangerously."

Askin: "CONFUSING..."

[Drew wraps up Joe's arms, and lifts him up, sending a knee to the gut, then gut wrenches him up, Joe ends up behind and gives a mule kick that Drew jumps, and turns around, giving a waist lock and BAM! Belly to belly, and rolls over... belly to belly! Then another roll, as he goes for a third- and hits it! He releases, and Joe is lain out, and Drew goes to pick him up and Joe rolls him up in a small package- ONE! TWO! NO! No big help for Joe, except buying him a few more seconds..

Macklin: "Nice surprise manuever..."

Askin: "After three belly to bellys in a row... I'm surprised he even knows he's in a match."

[Drew kicks, and goes for Joe, who ducks and back bodies him onto the canvas, reaching into his gear and finding his weapon- he turns and goes to blasts Drew with the knux, but Drew ducks, and goes for another german- but on the way up he's blasted by Joe's brass knux and he drops him forward- the ref didn't see, Joe hits the ropes and comes back and nails a lou thez.... He goes to hit Drew with the knux again but the ref catches the arm, and pulls them off. Joe gets mad, and gets up away from Drew, arguing with the ref, who tell him this isn't an XW match... Drew pushes up and Joe goes for the "6 and Rising", but Drew reveres it into a Downward Spiral... forcing himself back up after the knux, Joe pushes up and is caugh tin the "Final Conflict"... ONE! TWO! THREE! The bell rings, as Drew takes the win....

Macklin: "You've got to wonder if DVD told Joe 6Pack to take Drew out here tonight with those knux!"

Askin: "Perhaps he did..."

**Ding Ding**

[The bell sounds as the Tag-team match is now officially underway. PJ Curtis and Bob Pocket are at a slight disadvantage here. One, they’re the challengers and two, they’re tired as hell from the gauntlet. Take PJ Curtis for example, he’s leaning on the top rope while he stands on the outside ring apron. He is extremely tired after the long gauntlet where Bob Pocket got the victory. Bob Pocket starts the match where Palsied stands on the opposite end. They circle the ring and lock it up.)

Askin: Guess what?

Macklin: What?

Askin: This match is no-holds barred! Hardcore! Hahaha!

Macklin: SINCE WHEN!?

Askin: Since I used white out on the format sheet backstage and re-wrote the stipulation in as Hardcore, sucker.

Macklin: HAMEED will mess you up, kid.

[Palsied hits a shoulder knockdown on Bob Pocket as Rot slides a chair inside for his partner. Palsied lifts the chair and shows it off to the crowd. They were told by the ref that this was no holds barred from the beginning. Bob comes to his feet but ducks the chair shot. Palsied runs to the ropes bug before he makes way for Bob�?PJ Curtis reaches over grabbing his long hair and pull shim down. As Palsied falls the chair crashes into his scull. "Ooaaa" pops out of the fans�?mouths!)

Macklin: Wow! That just had to hurt.

Askin: It was actually kinda funny! Hahaha

[Bob grabs the steel chair posing to swing it into Palsied’s head. He waits for Palsied to come to his feet�? Waits�?waits�?waits�? Eh well he turns around and swings it over to Rot on the outside. Rot falls on the mats outside the ring holding his head in pain as Bob turns back to Palsied. Waiting�?waiting�?this guy is taking to long to come to his feet. Bob jams the edge of the steel chair into the back of Palsied’s neck!)

Macklin: OMG!!!

["HOLY SHIT", the fans cheer! That looked painful as hell! Palsied looks knocked out! Bob pins�?

1...

2.�?

[PJ Curtis drags the referee out of the ring???)

Macklin: Why is PJ Curtis doing that!

[The fans start a "What the hell?" chant for the hell of it. Maybe it can be a new W2K chant! Anyways PJ Curtis climbs the ring apron and insist that Bob Pocket tags him in�?simply to teach him "how it’s done". Bob Pocket shrugs and tags in PJ Curtis. PJ Curtis enters the ring and opens up the steel chair and sets it in the middle of the ring. He points at Bob Pocket and then Irish whips Palsied to the ropes�?upon his return PJ Curtis hits Palsied with a drop toe hold! Palsied’s face crashes into the steel chair denting it to hell!!! "HOLY SHIT…HOLY SHIT�?HOLY SHIT!!!". PJ stands up looking at Palsied’s blood face.)

Macklin: Palsied’s face was smashed into that steel chair, that shot could have ended his career!

Askin: He wouldn’t be around much�?no different to now�?

[PJ Curtis would pin but he wants to give the fans their monies worth for the simple fact that they‘re supposed to be a walking talking joke. He drags Palsied over to his corner for he can tag in Rot. Rot finally shakes off the chair shot from Bob Pocket and tags him self in. Rot points at PJ Curtis and yells "you don’t fuck with Rot". PJ Curtis looks around the arena in shock. He shakes his head as Rot slowly approaches him�?Rot is feeling cocky�?BAM, PJ Curtis runs over and clothesline’s Rot’s head off! Rot shakes his head and tries to get to his feet. Meanwhile Bob Pocketay takes out a wooden table from under the ring!!! The fans cheer. Bob Pocket sets it up and points at him self saying he’s going to use it! Bob grabs the top rope to pull him self up…�?Uh oh!!! Rot tosses PJ Curtis over the top rope onto the table!!!! The wooden table doesn’t break though! Rot climbs the top turnbuckle to jump over on PJ Curtis�?but wait Bob Pocket grabs Rot’s foot from the outside ring apron to hold him from jumping. Rot and Bob go fist for fist. Rot kicks Bob’s chest causing him to topple back and land on PJ Curtis with the table breaking! The fans cheer as Rot jumps inside the ring and insist that the referee begins to count them out!)

Macklin: Rot’s gonna steal a victory!

Askin: That would be funny!!!!

[1.�?.�?.�?.�?.�?PJ Curtis shoves Bob Pocket off of him �?6... PJ Curtis begins to come to his feet �?... PJ Curtis grabs the bottom rope to pull him self up �?... PJ Curtis tries to slide in�?9... Bob helps him roll inside!!!)

Macklin: Safe!!! Safe!!!

Askin: What is this to you? Baseball?

[PJ Curtis comes to his feet and Rot kicks him in the balls!)

Askin: In that case�?that’s a HOME RUN!!!

[Rot rolls up PJ Curtis�?1.�?... Bob Pocket breaks the count!! Bob Pocket begins to pound on Rot in the corner�?comes to the second turnbuckle and punches into Rot’s face with the crowd counting�?ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! Ohh!! Palsied is back up and hits Bob Pocket from behind!! Palsied Irish whips Bob to the ropes. Rot comes over as they both catch him and hit him with a double power slam. Rot covers!!!!)

Askin: That’s not the legal man idiot!

[Rot wonders why the ref doesn’t count! PJ Curtis grabs Palsied and hit’s an Evenflow DDT all Raven-like on to the beaten up chair that‘s still in the ring! After the perfectly executed Evenflow DDT PJ Curtis kicks Palsied as he rolls out of the ring. Rot spears the back of PJ Curtis�?knees! Rot poses to the fans and rolls out of the ring. He looks under the ring apron and pulls out a KENDO STICK!!! He rolls inside the ring and swings it onto PJ Curtis’s head! PJ Curtis is busted wide open after 4 straight shots! PJ Curtis stays standing as Rot hits him an extra 5th time over the head!)

Macklin: He’s bleeding and sure as hell hurting but PJ Curtis is not down! He knows pain folks!

[Rot’s Kendo stick is broken in half already and full of PJ Curtis’s blood. PJ Curtis shakes his head then kicks Rot in the midsection. He hit’s a snap suplex and as he just lands on the mat Bob Pocket hits an elbow drop across the heart of Rot! PJ Curtis stands and places a foot over Rot’s blood face. With bloody face and all PJ Curtis raises his arms in the air with the ref pinning and Bob Pocket swinging hand in the air�?1.�?2.…THREE!!!!!!

*DING DING* the match ends there!!!)

[Backstage.... a woman screaming, as Williams and NED are still arguing over the credit card. They head over, open a door and see Serenity.

Serenity: "THATS HIM! PSYCHO!"

[NED looks at the monitor.

NED: "Oh, here I always thought it was you, man. Oops."

Bryan: "Its'ok.

Serenity: "Get out there and GET them, Nicky!"

NED: "I'm not scheduled for that match."

Serenity: "YOU PROMISED, no matter what. Even if your fiancee comes back, it still doesn't let you break the promise to take care of that Psycho guy!"

[NED's fists ball and shake.

NED: "Fine."

[He turns to Bryan.

NED: "But you're coming with me."

Bryan: "... what?"

[NED looks around, and sees Tanner and Abrams.

NED: "HEY! You two up next?"

[They nod.

NED: "Not anymore."

[ NED and Bryan beat the living crap out them, and then NED heads out to the ring entrance, with Bryan Williams in tow.

[Back from commercial

Macklin: "Somehow, Dangerously and Williams have taken the place of Tanner and Abrams, who are usually the first step for a tag team to totally squash lately in W2K."

Askin: "Yes, Psycho and Thug's debut have definately had it's chances of a win severely cut here.

[The bigger of the two Thug starts things off with Bryan, into a lock up that sends Thug into the ropes and back- but he front kicks Bryan to da ballz... Bryan stumbles off, and THug grabs him for a bulldog that hits... Thug goes to lift him up, does so and whips him into the corner, tagging in Psycho, who goes for an avalanche splash that hits, and then right after Thug nails a shoulder block... Bryan spits from the force, and Thug smashes him in the face. He then climbs up for a ten-hit, but Dangerously comes across the apron, and grabs him by the head and flings him to the outside!!!

Macklin: "Can he do that?"

Askin: "Something tells me, Dangerously just wants to end this, whether he wins the match or not isnt a concern. Coupled with how pissed off he must be for losing the PWT Title just last night.... well you can tell it's gonna be hell for the two young debuters tonight."

[NED looks down at Thug, who crashed onto the mat on the floor, and turns around to see Psycho flying towards him in a cross body! CONNECT! And NED tumbles like bowling pins... crashing into Thug with Psycho...

Macklin: "The crowd loves human bowl-"

Askin: "HERE COMES WILLIAMS!"

[Bryan sets sail over the top and crashes into all three as they try to stand, and all tumble again.. they all race up as NED smashes into the smaller Psycho, knocking him back into the rail- and nails a clothesline. Thug grabs NED's head for a neckbreaker, but Bryak gives a stiff kick, doubling Thug over and hits a DDT!! Bryan pulls him up and tosses him into the ring, follows, turning him over and ONE! TWO! NO!! Thug kicks, but he's dazed!

Macklin: "DDT's onto the concrete~!! Skull to cement just doesn't mix!"

[ Bryan pulls him up and into the ropes and waits to give a spinebuster- Thug jumps and hits a stunted DDT of his own, evening this up as both men are down... Psycho takes his corner, and NED his, and both reach in waiting for the tag...

Askin: "THE DRAMAMAMAMAMAM!"

[ Bryan rolls, as does Thug, and Thug's closer, he he reaches for the tag and hits Psycho's hand... Pyscho rushes in, and tries to cut Bryan off, but he ducks and rolls and nails NED's palm, as NED storms in and layers Psycho in a tailspin clothesline, ripping him up and sending him into the corner with a throw, and busting him in the face with an elbow, two, and then a third, as Psycho jumps up off his feet each time. NED lets up, and Psycho starts to stumble out of the corner, and NED goes for the "Deus Ex Machina"... but Psycho blocks it, and sends a punch to NED's kidneys, backing him away... Psycho kicks, and goes to Piledriver NED, certainly to END HIS CAREER... but Psycho can't life the 260 pound NED... and NED backk drops him, , drives an elbow into his head, as Bryan comes off the top with a doulbe stomp! He bounces off and rolls, spearing Thug... as NED brings up Psycho into the "Mythbuster" pedigree... BAM... ONE! TWO! THREE!!!

Askin: "New finisher by NED.... that doesn't happen every day."

Macklin: "Indeed. But it totally ruined Psycho's day, huh?"

Askin: "Infact I believe it did. If Dangeorusly debuted that last night he might still be PWT Champion today."

Macklin: "Don't let him here you say that-:

Askin: "I hope that Lombardi dumbass asks him about Shockwave in the post match interview."

Macklin: "INDEEED!"

[Backstage, JT Kash is in a locker room, sitting lone on a wooden bench, with the W2K title befor ehim in his hands, head dipped down. There's a knock at the door. JT doesn't answer it, but the door creaks open anyways.

Jerm: "JT... my man. The Champ. TEH Man. Hows it feel?"

[JT just raises his head and looks at the Jerm. They have a history...!!!

Jerm: "Well duh. Of course how would it feel right? I'm down, JT, I'm down. I'm proud of you. I always knew out of you and Dangerously, you had more talent. Syndicate was built around you. Your house, daddy, YO HOUSE..."

[JT just looks at him and sighs.

Jerm: "Well champ, I had my secretary draw up these papers. Basically, they state even if my son can't beat you at SouL Survivor- since youre the champ, then I can stay on as a manager."

JT Kash: "AH! That's exactly what I needed. Here, let me read that over in my office!"

[Jerm grins.

Jerm: "I knew you'd see it my way. The Jerm and JT Kash... Syndicate reunited! It'll be great. Awesome. Groovy even!"

[JT takes the contract, and heads into his office at the corner of the locker room, as Jerm waits.

Jerm: "I'll be right here, waiting for you to sign it. Yep."

[fade.

[99 Quite Bitter Beings" plays, as Ryan Cain, FWA World Champion, walks out to a huge ovation, even though Hamid is standing in the middle of the ring with a small table. Ryan Cain walks up the steps.

Macklin: The man FWA turned away."

Askin: "WITH their title. How awesome is that? That company must be full of dolts."

[Cain hesistates, to enter to the ring with that pesky owner, but Hamid even holds the ropes and splits them for Ryan, as a sign of respect? But as Cain enters, and the music dies, Hamid raises his mic.

Hamid: "So good of you to join me today, Mister Cain. it says alot about your character, especially in contrast to someone else's character, who shall remain nameless for now in Hong Kong-"

[Ryan steals the mic.

Cain: "get on with it, Simsimsalabim... no one tunes in to hear about how your boyfriend broke your heart."

[Hamid glares at Ryan, and holds his hand out for the mic. Ryan smiles, and drops it. Hamid sighs, you can tell he's peeved, but he collects himself and reaches down to get it. Picking it up...

Hamid: "In any case, whether you like me or not, Mister Cain, it's obvious that you didn't sign on with W2K just because FWA scorned you, and decided you weren't worth it, even as their champion."

Macklin: "Hamid's getting his little digs in...."

Askin: "These two are both getting to each other! It's great!"

Hamid: "And whilst I must say that you're not the same arrogant prick that WalLStreet was- and I say was becaus ehe's no longer a part of this company... whilst you are... you are still an arrogant prick in your own right. Calling me 'prez'... oh, wishful thinking there, Mister Cain, because I am the direct and only owner of this company now. No Veronica Beck, no Jeremy Mc- er, Micheals, just me. So as scuh, I have my own way of running things, and while FWA doesn't think you're worth it, well, Mister Cain... i think you're just good enough. You pass! You get to stay in W2K, with the FWA title, because I don't know what it is about you, but I like you. Maybe it's your spunky attitude. Maybe it's because you're a lovable loser. Maybe, it's because you're as gullible as Gomer Pyle when it comes to your friend, Cross. I mean, how many times must he blast you in your noodle with a blunt object before you realize you're probably much better off on your own? Or, did he knock you so silly, he's damaged your brain enough to make you consider yourself his bitch?"

Crowd: "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO...."

[Ryan now sighs, nodding as if he's two seconds away from pounding Hamid.

Macklin: "How low. Just how low!"

Hamid: "But that's not the important thing right now, the important thing is your loyalty. FWA doesn't want you. You're like a boogar they've picked, and flung to the side and you have a trophy as your only memory. Even your on again, off again love, Isabella Taylor, hasn't shown her face since FWA coined you as a traitor. So... put the belt on this table, and I have this hammer."

[Hamid grins, holding the hammer out to Ryan.

Hamid: "And finish the job."

[Ryan takes the hammer, putting the belt on the table, but shaking his head. The crowd cheers for it to happen- hell, it's controversy....

Hamid: "Show the people! Show the fans! Show me! Show FWA how much you prefer W2K and tha fans that won't turn their backs on you.... Mister Cain, destroy this belt and fulfill your destiny as a W2K-exclusive! Do it, and send FWA back into the minor leagues!

[Ryan sighs, and raises the hammer, almost listening to Hamid, but he takes the mic, and adresses Hamid, pointing the hammer at him and freaking out the box-

Cain: "You know, Hamid, I can't understand if you're such a good liar that you fool yourself, or if you actually truly believe the crap you sa-ACK!"

Macklin: "MISTER SCARIE! MISTER SCARIE!!"

[Scarie comes out of the crowd, and wraps his arms around Ryan's face, with that cloth with the chlorafoam... as Ryan's arms wave around, and Scarie rips him side to side like a rag doll... Hamid's eyes are wide, and doesn't know what to do, as he dumps himself out of the ring.... and as he heads up the entrances, Caiden Reeves flies past him and goes into the ring, grabbing the FWA title like he caught a touchdown pass, diving into the canvas and rolling out, holding it up as Ryan's down to his knees, eyes half open...

Askin: "WHAT THE HELL! WHAT THE HELL!"

Macklin: "THAT... That rag of Scaries is knocking Ryan out... "

[Caiden calls to Scarie, who reluctantly lets go of Ryan Cain, leaving him a hobble dmess on the canvas, and escapes with Caiden through the crowd as people throw shit at them...

Macklin: "Someone get him help!"

[Cross blasts down from the entrance, knocking into Hamid and pushing him down and heading into the ring- moments too late, kicking the rope, but checking on Ryan as we fade.....

[Backstage, as Jerm hears a flush, and JT comes out of his office, with the contract all balled up.

Kash: "I read it over. I didn't see any pictures, so I assumed it was bulls**t. Then halfway through my meeting, i realize were were out of toilet paper. Thanks for the offer though."

[Kash gives him the contract, and Jerm's face grimmaces, as JT walks off, with the W2K title on his shoulder. Jerm sniffs the paper, brown stains all over, and winces, going into dry heaves as we fade...

Jerm: "That ass****...."

Macklin: "This doesn't look good for the XW/Tag champ, Johnny Legend..."

Askin: "He has DVD to thank, for basically getting himself ripped off the card by siding with PWT! Hamid don't play."

[Legend is in the ring alone, as Kutter and Angelucci argue for a second over who'll be in first- then they shrug, and both double clothesline the double champ. JL goes down, and Kutter rips him up into an arm drag by Angelucci, then an armbar... Kutter starts stomping his head and the ref counts for him to get out of the ring, but Kutter chases him off, and the ref knocks it off...

Macklin: "I don't think the ref will sanction Kutter..."

[Kutter rips JL up, away from Angelucci, and goes for his "Flashbomb", but JL pushes away and hits a shoulder block, doubling Kutter over. He goes for a DDT, but Kutter shoves him back into Angelucci, and goes for a GORE- JL drops down to his belly and Kutter almost gets Angelucci, who leap frogs him and Kutz hits the turnbuclkle. He boucnes out of it, and JL does a leg sweep. Angelucci goes for him, but JL rolls out of the ring, and Angelucci climbs through the ropes after him... JL takes flight around the ring, and Angeluuci follows him... Kutter rolls out and heads the opposite direction as JL goes for the rampway, Kutter steps over it and glides into him with a body tackle.... they roll and crash, as Angelucci takes JL, JL swings at him, but Angelucci ducks it and goesfor a "Skies Edge" on the outside, JL knees him before he can get him up, and throws him into the ringpost... DONG... Angelucci falls back.. Shaking his head, so JL pushes him into it again- But Kutter catches Angelucci, and sends Mike into JL with a swing- JL is bowled over, and Mike falls atop him!!

Macklin: "LAst second save by Kutter!"

Askin: "It's like these two are starting to mesh!"

[ JL climbs into the ring, his foot grabbed by Kutter, as JL heads for the other side of the ring, Kutter's already got him... JL tusn and kicks at him- finally nailing him in the balls.... Kutter backs off, and Mike comes over Kutter's doubled over self with a splash onto JL!!! He covers- ONE! TWO! and, before JL can kick out, Kutter falls forward, grabbing his legs0 ref doesnt see- THREE! The bell rings, as "Angel's Holocaust" blasts...

Macklin: "NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!"

Askin: Yeah, this is much better than A tag team tourney."

Macklin: "............"

[ Backstage, Ryan cain is sitting in a chair, with a trainer in front of him, with a flashlight.

Trainer: "Follow with your eyes.... mmhmm... good..."

[Cross is in the background. The trainer turns to him.

Trainer: "He'll be alright. He didn't get exposed for long, but it's gonna have a headache for sure."

Cross: "Thanks."

[The trainer walks off, as Cross kneels in front of Ryan.

Cross: "Look slike not EVERYTHING is ending tonight, huh?"

[Ryan's head rolls back into the wall behind him, as he thinks about the very near future... and Mister Scarie.

[ In the ring, we join as Mitchell and Diablo are pacing. Latino extends his hand, and Jake smiles, taking it and giving a good shake. The bell rings, and they lock up- swirling around, until Mitchell takes Latino to the corner... Latino brings a knee up, and Mitchell bends, but no release, Latino pulls him in for a DDT, but doesnt drop, he jumps onto the second rope and sets sail for a tornado DDT... but Mitchell tosses him on the swing, and Latino crashes and burns... Mitchell comes at him, but Latino rolls under his feet, rolls to his own, and hits the ropes and back for a cross body that connects, Jake falls back, and Latino rolls off...and goes to the top rope as Jake comes up- Diablo goes for a missle dropkick, but Jake deflects it, Diablo plops on his back and Jake grabs his feet.

Macklin: "Could be a submission here!"

[Jake pulls Diablo at him, and then locks the legs with his, and rakes the back for Diablo's arms, grabbing them and tilting back, swinging them into a Mexican Surfboard!!!

Macklin: "I don't know if that's a tribute or disrespectful!"

[Jake holds him there, as Latino calls out, the ref asks if he gives, but he shakes his head- the ref counts on Jake- ONE! TWO! NO! Jake releases Latino, and dumps him off to the side.. Lstino puches up and Jake comes behind him and grabs him by the head, falling back and doing a backcracker, that sends Latino into recoup mode... he rolls, but Jake grabs a leg, pull him and swings him onto his back, covering- ONE! TWO! NO! Latino kicks, and rolls up to his feet, sending a kick back, Jake catche sit but Latin spins with an Enzigurie to the face that CLAPS....

Askin: "OH! That'll knock lose a molar!"

[Jake shimmies, but recovers quick, grabbing Latino... Latino knees, and Jake doubles, Latino grabs him for a DDT- but flips over and back fown for a neckbereaker form hell! Jake holds his head, as Latino covers- ONE! TWO! NO!! Jake kicks. he gets up but is nailed in a snap suplex, and then pulled up for a second- ONE! TWO! NO!! Jake kicks again... Latino pulls him up, and Jake uses it to scoop and drive Latino headfirst! Latino sprawls, and is covered- ONE! TWO! NO!! Latino kicks, and Jake covers again- ONE! TWO! NO! They race up and Latino gives a kick, hits the ropes and back for a "Shining Wiazard", but Jake slides himself to the side, Latino misses- and falls to his back, Jake comes down with a driving elbow to cut off the air, ripping up Latino and putting him in the corner, and holding the top for a foot choke- Latino bends back, trying to break, and the ref counts- 1,2, 3, 4, 5,- Jake breaks before the DQ, and stomps off and back, going for the foot choke again, but Latino ducks it- and Jake's foot is over the top- Latino pops up and springboards across body and hools the leg- but Jake rolls it over and holds the tights- ONE! TWO! NO!!! Latino gets a foot on the ropes!

Macklin: "OHH! So close, Latino almost lost in a shady deal there!"

[Latino beats Jake up and baseball slides- Jake jumps it, but Latino's already behind him before he can spin- BULLDOG! Jake's driven into the mat- ONE! TWO! NO!!

Askin: "So many quick covers-"

[Jake stumbles up- and latino goes for a standing jump hurricanranna- as the legs attach, Jake brings him down for a powerbomb... Latino sprawls, but Jake doesn't let go- and pulls him up for a second and drops him again!!

Macklin: "OOOO! There's a hangover for you! Forget the alcohol!"

[Jake falls forward with the cover- ONE! TWO! NO!!! Latino kicks, and Jake rips him up and goes for the "Prodigal Drop"... but latino feels it coming and flips forward over Jake, and nails him in a front face DDT!!! The crowd OOHs and AAHH's... as Jake is sitting up, wobbling, and Latino pushes him down for the cover-

Macklin: "This could be it!"

[ONE! TWO! NO!! Jake powers out, barely, and Latin brings him up, and pulls him into the corner. He's going for the "Jesus Drop" But as he goes to pull jake in, he scoops Latino up onto his shoulders, and spins, dropping back so Latino hits face first into the turnbuckle, and lands in a sick and twisted way!!

Askin: "Ah, he look slike a car crash victim!!"

[Jake shakes off the webs, and as Latin pushes up, Jake shoves him back hard into the turnbuckle, bouncing him off and back into the "Progial Drop"... ONE! TWO! THREE!!!

Macklin: "Jacob Mitchell squeaks by!!!"

["The End of Heartache" blasts, as Jake rolls out, victorious........

[Backstage, as NED and Willimas are again, arguing. It's what they seem to do best with on another. Serenity arrives on the scene, and Bryan stretches out his arms for a hug, but she blasts past him and jumps at NED....

Serenity: "I knew you'd do it for me..."

NED: "Uhh.."

Bryan: "Dammit, it's like, only that stupid monkey appreciates me."

[Serenity totally ignores him, as she continues to latch on to NED, and Amber comes around the corner, tapping her foot.

Amber: "Just friends, huh?"

NED: "Ah, sh- yeah. Yeah. Just friends."

[NED pries Serenity off of himself, and pushes her towards Bryan.

NED: "Show my fiancee what a *happy* could you two are. NOW."

[Bryan grabs Serenity-

Serenity: "NICKY!"

[Bryan looks at Amber.

Bryan: "That's her uh, pet name for me."

Amber: "She calls you Nicky?"

Bryan: "He's my hero. Heh. Right, Nicky-"

[NED glares at him.

Bryan: "I mean, uh, Mister Dangerously."

NED: "Now for that bet we had earlier."

Bryan: "What bet?"

NED: "The one in which I won two grand from you."

Bryan: "TWO F***ING GRAND? So steal a car, ass****!"

NED: "What do you drive?"

Serenity: "I think he rides a bike."

Bryan: "I DO NOT!"

Serenity: "... aren't you seventeen?"

Bryan: "WHAT? NO! I have a Yukon!"

Amber: "That's not all you have. You also have some bad lies."

[Bryan shrugs, as Serenity grabs NED's arm, trying to pull towards him, but Bryan pulls her away.

Bryan: "Heh, come on honey, let's go make those kids you promised."

Serenity: "WHAT?!"

[NED slaps his forehead, as Amber seems very, very unimpressed. Fade.

[Cross and Travis are in the ring now as the fans let out a very loud and very steady "W2K" chant. The bell finally rings, and from the stare down, we can tell this is going to be intense!

Askin: Alright, well after a lot of controversy the match in PWT had to be called a no contest. We’ll see if things go differently here in W2K, where we actually fight to the finish.

[The two circle each other before coming in for a tie up, Travis starts to out muscle Cross, Cross starts pushing Travis back now. Travis pushes Cross back into the corner, Cross turns Travis around backing him into the corner and laying in a few heavy knees to the gut. Cross takes a step back and slaps Travis across the face so hard we can see spit flying in mass quantities out of the ring and down to the floor. Travis steps out of the corner, mad as Hell and goes after Cross, but ends up with an elbow to the jaw. Travis stumbles back and Cross runs at him with a jumping Superman punch that rocks Travis, sending him back into the corner.

Macklin: Is it just me or are they being *extra* stiff in there tonight?

Askin: It’s no secret, this war has gotten out of control and this match just may as well be the icing on the cake. Cross is laying in some heavy bombs to the face of Travis O’Neil, Eddie? We may as well be calling an MMA match here, because this thing is breaking down into a fist fight.

[Travis is trying to keep his composure, and now Cross plants a big boot to the face of O’Neil, followed by a back elbow to the side of the face, then a right cross that knocks Travis flat on his ass in the corner. Cross starts kicking him in the chest and raking his face with his boot. Cross points out to a fan holding a PWT sign, just before the W2K fans maul him like a bear on a hot dog. Cross turns around and runs off to the ropes and comes back with a boot smash right to the face. Travis falls limp through the bottom and middle ropes and slides down the apron and to the floor.

Macklin: Cross just cleaned his freaking clock!

Askin: We heard backstage things were really going to break down between these two guys in the ring tonight to put everyone’s mouths to rest, and at first I’ll admit I thought it was a bad move, but now…Cross is proving why it DOESN’T pay to abuse Steroids.

Macklin: Travis O’Neil should’ve stayed in W2K, but he had to be a tough guy and side with a couple of idiots who completely screwed themselves and the company they were supposedly protecting over anyways.

[Travis gets up and smashes the guard rail in with his huge boot before turning around just in time to see the other big man, Cross coming down over the top rope with a running flip dive that takes Travis right back down with Cross on top of him. Cross gets back to his feet while pulling the overgrown King Kong wannabe up to his feet and rolling him back into the ring. Cross rolls back into the ring now too as Travis slowly gets back to his feet and turns around, only to have a foot planted in his gut, then dropped down with a Stunner.

Macklin: Cross with the Equalizer on Travis O’Neil!

[As O’Neil fell back somehow teddy Longfeather, the W2K head ref got smashed into the canvas behind him. Quickly taking advantage of this, a ringside PWT referee slides into the match to the boos of the fans.

Askin: Great, I smell a screw job.

[The fans suddenly start to boo, VERY loud. Cross all of a sudden runs across the ring, dropping down and rolling under the bottom rope to the floor where we see Bobby Johnson flying into the scene jumping at Cross and the two greet each other with rapid fire rights and lefts. Cross grabs Bobby by the throat and choke slams him into the ring post, and carelessly drops him as Bobby slides down the post and smacks hard on the floor, before several other PWT wrestlers make their way down to the ring and jump on Cross. Matt Matlock, Sean Hunter, Hexus, Javen, MJ Storm, Hope Cassidy, and Georgia James. The numbers game is in effect heavily now as they all start pounding on Cross until eventually rolling him back into the ring. Bobby soon gets back up and climbs onto the ring apron, and jumps up hitting a springboard leg drop onto Cross. The crowd jumps back into a thunderous ovation now as we see NED, Jacob Mitchell, James McKnight, Latino Diablo, Michael Angeluuci, and Kutter Flash all zoom down to ringside and start whipping up on the PWT guys. Kutter with a full sprint down the aisle completely demolishes MJ Storm with the hardest gore EVER, and right into the ring steps too, which go flying across the area.

Askin: MJ…just…died!

Macklin: Holy freaking crap!

[Well MJ looks like he’s out cold for the next two hundred years. The W2K guys are really taking it to PWT now, that is until David Johnson, Lesmond, Izzy Taylor, and Mr. Scarie dart down to the ring and put a damper on W2K’s whoopin ass parade, evening things out more now. People are fighting all over the ringside area, as in the ring Cross is being double teamed by BJ and Travis.

Askin: Someone needs to make it in the ring!

[Jake tries sliding in the ring but he’s stopped by Izzy Taylor, she pulls Jacob back out with some help from Georgia James and the two bitches start double teaming Jake. Jake starts fighting them back around the ring towards the aisle way where we see NED smash Matlock’s face in with the ring steps Kutter tried to kill earlier, now NED starts to climb into the ring. He makes it to the apron where he grabs Bobby from behind and starts punching him in the back of the head until Hexus pulls NED down and the two start brawling away from the ring apron.

Macklin: Come on!

[Angeluuci, the young rising star can be seen swinging his heart out with Javen on one side and Hope on the other side. He’s taking it to both of them, giving it all he’s got, finally rocking them both. He lays Hope out with a right hook and turns to slide into the ring where out of nowhere Sean Hunter nails him with a steel chair.

Askin: DAMN!

[Javen now pulls a ladder out from under the ring and throws it down at the end of the aisle. Javen sets the ladder up in the middle of the aisle as we see a group of people form, just completely slaughtering each other at the end of the aisle way right in front of the ring. Blocking the passage off from the backstage area to the ring. Javen starts taunting the fans about climbing the ladder.

Macklin: HELL YES!!

[The crowd absolutely ERUPTS!! Javen doesn’t know Wtf to think, so he starts climbing the ladder, that is until he’s RIPPED OFF, SPUN AROUND AND ZERO’D INTO NEXT WEEK BY RYAN FOCKING CAIN!!

Askin: I CAN’T BELIEVE I’M SAYING IT…BUT KICK SOME ASS RYAN!!

[Ryan quickly scales the ladder and looks out to the screaming people before flipping off the top of the ladder with a shooting star press style jump, that takes down the entire crowd. Cross can be seen with his back to Ryan, leaning against the ropes as Travis and Bobby are on the other side of the ring. Travis whips Bobby towards Cross, but instead of hitting whatever they had planned Cross ducks down and tosses Bobby like a rag doll overhead and out of the ring…ZERO FROM RYAN CAIN ON THE WAY DOWN!!

"HOLY F***ING SH*T!!"

"HOLY F***ING SH*T!!"

"HOLY F***ING SH*T!!"

"HOLY F***ING SH*T!!"

"HOLY F***ING SH*T!!"

"HOLY F***ING SH*T!!"

Macklin: OH…MY…FREAKING…GOD!!! DID YOU SEE THAT!?

Askin: JESUS!! RYAN CAIN JUST DESTROYED BOBBY JOHNSON WITH THE MOST POWERFUL SUPERKICK I’VE EVER SEEN!!

[Ryan gets back to his feet and slides into the ring where he’s now met by Travis O’Neil. Ryan ducks under a wild swing from Travis and uppercuts him in the nut sack.

Macklin: FIGHT DIRTY!! JUST WHIP THEIR ASSES!!

Askin: Bobby and Travis can’t use any BS politicking to get out of an ass kicking here. This is Texas, they’ll get the death penalty for that crap.

[Travis starts to fall, then Cross completely levels him with a big boot to the face. Ryan’s already on his way to the top rope as Cross drags Travis closer to the corner, and Ryan leaps off with an Imploding Star Press. Rather than covering him, Cross says something to Ryan, then points down to Bobby who’s still barely breathing on the floor after that Zero from Hell. Cross slides out of the ring and picks up a limp Bobby Johnson, smacks his head off the ring post, busting him open the hard way before rolling him into the ring. Ryan is sliding back into the ring now with a steel chair, he gets back to his feet and turns the chair sideways and swings it down like a hammer onto the forehead of Travis. Instantly causing his face to swell up. Ryan turns the chair around right ways and slams it down one more time, busting that goose egg open and blood starts flowing everywhere. Cross drags Bobby up to his feet, and sets him up in the Vertibreaker position, he says something to Ryan, then Ryan slams the chair down and climbs up to the top rope as Cross flips Bobby over and is now holding him upside down behind his back ready to drop him head first with the Vertibreaker.

Askin: Cross has Bobby ready for the Shadows Fall.

Macklin: But what’s Ryan doing on the top rope? I’ve never seen this be-

[Ryan jumps off as Cross drops. Ryan lands a double stomp from the top as Cross drops Bobby on the back of his neck completely folding him up like a book, plus Ryan smashing his face in even further.

Macklin: THEY KILLED HIM!!!

Askin: THAT MOVE WAS OUTLAWED AFTER HOMICIDE AND LOW KI BROKE A MAN’S NECK IN RING OF HONOR!!

"HOLY F***ING SH*T!!"

"HOLY F***ING SH*T!!"

"HOLY F***ING SH*T!!"

"HOLY F***ING SH*T!!"

"HOLY F***ING SH*T!!"

"HOLY F***ING SH*T!!"

[Cross and Ryan both get back to their feet and take a bow to the fans. Cross once again lifts up dead weight as he picks Bobby up, and lifts him up for a stalling suplex while Ryan stands ready waiting on Travis to stand all the way up. Travis turns around. Bobby’s too out of it for Cross to slingshot his legs off the ropes so he goes old school with the original Edgecrusher. Cross jumps while slightly spinning around as Ryan Zero kicks Travis flush in the nose. Cross drives Bobby down head first with that spinning sit out tombstone like move. Right into the chair Ryan had set down before. Bobby’s body just falls sideways as Cross stands up putting a foot on his chest while Ryan does the same to Travis. The PWT ref slowly drops down and counts. 1.…………………………�?................................................

Askin: Well at this rate Cross and Ryan should have another win by Christmas.

……………………………�?............2!!

[The PWT ref looks up at Cross, then at Ryan, he bites his lip and shakes his head and counts the three.

3!!!!

[The fans in San Antonio go nuts snapping pictures of Cross and Ryan high fiving with a foot on the chests of Bobby Johnson and Travis O’Neil. The Freaks step off of the two losers as Cross walks over grabbing a microphone. The crowd of wrestlers slowly migrated to the back, some still fighting, some on stretchers as "Freak" by Silverchair hits over the speakers

[Backstage, JT Kash is alone in the silence of the end of the night in a W2K event. He looks around, as things seem alittle different when you're adorned in gold. He nods his head and heads for the door.

Voice: "JT! JT! Hold on!"

[JT turns around. It's Lombardi.

JT Kash: "What is it? Are the crabs back?"

Lombardi: "No sir! But uh, they're still here, Mister Kash."

JT Kash: "Who?"

Lombardi: "Everyone.... go check it out..."

[JT stops for a second, and can hear something he didn't before. He walks closer to the entrance, and can hear a faint changing, and it grows louder as he gets closer.... in the background we see NED leaving with a pissy Amber. Paul goes up to him... and NED stops.

Lomabardi: "HEY DANGEROUSLY! Think you might still be PWT Champion if you debuted that Mythbuster last night?"

[Twenty seconds later, we hear sirens.

[Ringside.... as "Walk" comes on.... and the crowd's chants of...

Crowd: "JAY TEE KASH! JAY TEE KASH! JAY TEE KASH!"

[ Turn into screams of excitement as the Champion's music hits, and JT Kash steps out onto stage, raising the title as the crowd sings with the theme....

[He heads to the ring, as the crowd still goes...

[JT's in the ring, and hits the ropes, going from corner to corner, as the night is absolutely filled with the Cult....

Crowd:"RE! SPECT! WALK!.... WHATDYA SAY? RE! SPECT!!! WALLLK! YEAHHHHHHH!"

[And RAGE goes to copyrights and credits, fading on JT Kash and the W2K Championship....