"You never knew what was gonna happen...or when."

Sirens then go off.

[ The lights dim, or for the most part and we now see them only shining down on the rampway, and Papa Roach's "Not Listening" begins playing as the screen shows sped-up clips of Sean Hunter in action: Hunter posing; a slow-motion clip of Hunter delivering the Decapitator; Hunter ducking a clothesline from Y2Jesus, jumping up, and then hitting the Decapitator; and Hunter then is seen in slow motion leaping from the top rope and hitting Moment of Silence upon the motionless Wallstreet. The entryway slowly begins to light up as one spotlight after another snaps down on the entrance. As the lights continue to shoot down upon the entryway Sean Hunter steps out into the pure view of everyone in the arena. The lights in the arena begin to gradually return to their original glow as Sean walks down the entrance ramp staring at the fans with his overly confident smile that brings a glow to his face. Sean Hunter then continues down the rampway and throws his arm out to the side acknowledging the fans and showing the crowd his smug grin. Sean Hunter then slowly steps up the ring steps; step after step, walking with such a purpose. As Sean places his foot on the ring apron he immediately follows up by thrusting his opposite leg through the ropes, as he lunges into the ring. Hunter walks to his corner, and he jumps on the top turnbuckle looking throughout the crowd. Sean then jumps off the turnbuckle and he awaits for his opponent...

[ The lights dim at the start of a beating drum and a pyro blasts right over the stage area as 'Domination' by Pantera hits the public announcement. A small yellow spotlight makes the silver screened sheet made out of glass that covers the titantron visible. A shooting star hits the top of the titantron and the silver screen shatters into peices and falls to the floor in the form of glitter as red and orange lights start to flast throughout the arena. The glass shimmers on the floor. Pyro's blast from the ramp to the stage area finally leaving a purple shooting star to hit to center of the stage creating white smoke. The white smoke completely fills the stage, ring and ramp area making the scene look like heaven. Through the fog, the silhouette of a female is made visible. After it clears out the audience can get a glimpse of the lovely Rebecca Rancid who continues to walk towards the ramp. Her black leather pants shines as she gracefully moves her legs. She also wears a black leather top revealing her belly button peircing and her flat stomach. Her blonde long hair, at least below shoulder level is braided a bit and crimped up making her look even more beautiful than she already is. Her face radiates in the red and white light that flashes throughtout the arena as she entered the ring. She stops at the ramp area holding a middle finger up at the audience that boo her. Continuing towards the ring area, she stops again and grins her trademark grin at the audience. She climbs the few steps to get into the ring and gets throught the bottom rope. She stands still in the centre for a few minutes letting the camera get every angle of her as four pyros explode on every side of the ring, leaving traces of fire. She stands still in the centre of the ring face to face with Sean Hunter.

Bob Fecca: It's another one of these Friend vs. Friend matches. We need to put a stop to all of this mutual admiration clubs going on.

Georgia James: I'm positive I'll put a stop to all of that when I'm in the ring with one of these two next week. No love lost here.

Eddie Styles: Yeah then it's total warfare. Bob you're in the presence of The Glorified Goddess and PWT Heavyweight Champion if you can't tell by the nice shiney title that sits on the announce table. YOu should show your respects to the championess.

Bob Fecca: Yeah my last respects to her final days as Champion.

Eddie Styles: No you fool.

Georgia James: It's quite alright. I'm used to two bit jokers and puffy chest egotists thinking they've got the better of me but I still come out on top.

Bob Fecca: Well let's see how the last two matches with Hunter went for ya CHAMP.

Eddie Styles: Sorry Gee he's off his meds.

Georgia James: Ah. It's not about that is it Fecca it's about the King of PWT Tournament and right now you've got Rancid and Hunter locked in a staredown contest of the By Gawd ages folks. Seeing as I'm going to have to pick up the slack for this peon over here to my left who is a Hunter fan cause I'm such a villianous tyrant. Who is going to blink first? Who is going to budge? I can't take the everlovin' suspense.

Eddie Styles: Maybe he's checkin' her out? She is hot.

Bob Fecca: Hardly he's devoted to Angel Eddie. You know that.

Georgia James: You know what they say boys just because he's baught the groceries doesn't mean he can't window shop.

Eddie Styles: So true champ, so true.

Bob Fecca: Hunter and Rancid lock it up in a collard tie up. Hunter shoots her off the ropes with a ring rockin' shoulder block that is sure to send tingles down your spine.

Eddie Styles: Yeah Bexx is back up and she's looking him dead in the eyes like nothing happened. Face to face.

Georgia James: I'm not a rocket scientist but it's gonna take more then a shoulder block to put down Miss Rancid fo' sho'.

Bob Fecca: A slap by Rebbecca Rancid right across the face. Right on the kisser of Sean Hunter what is worng with this woman.

Eddie Styles: Oh she's a fiesty one but really that wasn't a wise move.

Bob Fecca: Not at all. That punch came deep down from the gut of a beast knocking down Rebbecca Rancid with a solid right hand.

Georgia James: Good gawd almighty. I think she's missin' some chiclets after that sucker. This just gets better and better. A slap pails in comparison to a well placed fist to the face. Ahahaha. Check the canvas for chiclets darlin'.

Eddie Styles: She'll be here all week folks.

Bob Fecca: Good grief.. Why me?!

[ While Fecca ponders why he's got the pleasure of being sandwiched between Georgia and Styles the action heats up inside of the ring. That's where we shift our focus as Hunter ontop of Rebbecca about the hard right found its mark. He grabs her by the hair and repeatedly pummels her with a series of mounted punches. One after another finding their mark as he then lifts her up on his shoulder and runs towards the nearest turnbuckle and then drops her face first across the top turnbuckle with a snake eyes. She bounces off stumbling back right into a vicious falling clothesline from Hunter but he doesn't go for the quick cover. He goes to wear down Rebbecca by locking her in the Eastern Stretch.

[ The audience who has packed out Angel Arena are buzzing as Hunter has Rancid down and out with the submission hold. It looks like it is all but over for Rancid as she rears for the ropes and a sure fire break to no avail. Hunter in full control now as the hold is locked in tight with little to no wiggle room what so ever. Rebbecca strains and scquirms trying to break free from Hunter's clutches but it just isn't happening. Could this be it right out of the gate?

Bob Fecca: The way that he has that hold locked in it is only a matter of time before Rebbecca Rancid either taps out or passes out from the pain. It just doesn't look good for her now.

Eddie Styles: She'll get out of it.

Bob Fecca: It looks grim. It really grim.

Eddie Styles: I got faith. Come on Rebbecca.

Georgia James: She's got some fight left in her and Hunter better do all he can to suck it right outta her or this is far from over. She'll come back. She always does.

[ There just seems to be some truth behind that statement from the champion as Rebbecca who has ever so slowly inched herself to the ropes. She reaches out with one last gasp of desperation to get the rope break and grasps the ropes with everything she's got left in her. To took some struggling and some manouvering but she made it to the ropes. Hunter not wanting to let up stomps away at her locker back as she hangs on as referee Shawn Cain tells him to let up. He does and then Rebbecca pulls herself up by the ropes and sees Hunter coming at her and she low bridges the ropes sending him sprawling to the outside. She looks down at him with a smirk on her face as she backs up after regrouping some and dives through the ropes connecting on a wild suicide dive. She drives herself and Hunter right into the security barrier at ringside with some force as they both lay in a heap on the outside. It is Shawn Cain who looks on as Rebbecca pulls herself up slowly not wanting to administer the ten count just yet.

Eddie Styles: That's it a suicide dive just in the nick of time.

Bob Fecca: Lucky shot. That's all.

Georgia James: Bob you gotta give the devil her due. The woman knows her way around the sqaured circle. I'm no Rebbecca Rancid fan by any means but I know talent when I see it. This is far from over.

Bob Fecca: Nor a Sean Hunter fan judging by your ducking him. There will come a time when you can't hide from him.

Georgia James: It's not ducking chico. It's all part of the dance and when the final tango pops off it will be magical. Now if you say I ducked him one more time I'll wire your jaw.

Eddie Styles: She means business man. Don't do it.

[ Fecca doesn't do it as we get a glimpse of Georgia shooting him an ice cold glare that would stop any man dead in his tracks as we get a shot at the announce position. Switching back to ringside as Rancid picks up good ole' Sean by the scruff of his neck and rolls him back into the ring. She follows as the action picks back up as she stalks him she allows him to pull himself just enough and then comes at him with a neckbreaker. She wrenches his neck with the move and then looks down at him as he lays face up inside of the ring and without hesitation she springboards herself off the ropes with a lionsault that connects. She hopes her stomach and then hooks the leg making the cover which is the first of the night.

1.....
2.....
TH---

[ Hunter kicks out to a roar from the crowd. Forcing his shoulder up off the canvas and it is Rebbecca who pounds the canvas three times. She stands up as Hunter pulls himself up slowly shaking off the cobwebbs and massaging his neck after the vicious neckbreaker. She doesn't waste anytime at all as she comes at him and rolls through with a Sunset Flip but Hunter gaining leverage isn't flipped over and he pulls her up by grabbing her by the waist and then dumps her on her head. There is a gasp as the powerbomb shakes the ring and he stacks up with a pinfall attempt of his own.

1....
2.....
THR----

[ Rebbecca kicks out of the move and Hunter looks on in disgust at the fact of the matter that this reversal just wasn't enough to put her away. Sean waits on her to make a move as she is down and out for the count seemingly as she is on her hands and knees left scrambling. He climbs to the top rope as she pulls herself up to a vertical base now and leaps through the air with a flying clothesline. Flooring Rebbecca connecting on the move he just draps an arm over her chest for the count.

1...
2....
THR---

[ Rebbecca kicks out again. Just as the hand of Shawn Cain was about to slam down to the canvas a third and final time. There is a roar from the crowd as she kicks out after the flying clothesline and rolls to her stomach to avoid yet another pinfall attempt. Hunter gets back up not wanting to waist anytime what so ever as she finally pulls herself up by now and Hunter waits on her with a swift elbow right to the spine. Then then hooks her up with and drives her down with a Tiger Suplex bridging for the pinfall attempt.

1....
2.....
THRE---

Bob Fecca: There is no quit in her folks. She found away to again kick out of the constant assault from Sean Hunter. This is without a doubt a fight for the ages between these two superstars. I can't believe she kicked out after the punishment she's taken.

Eddie Styles: I can't either and I guess they say that sometimes seeing is believing and I believe after this exchange. Hunter's putting the pressure on and we'll see if she can answer back.

Georgia James: Hell... She best not go down like this. I know that much.

Bob Fecca: What?

Eddie Styles: She best not go down like this. Getting pounded continually by Sean Hunter.

[ Hunter seeing that she is down and out reaches down to grab ahold of her and she rolls him up into a small package. Taking Hunter by suprise that could have been the end all and be all of it. It isn't as Hunter forcefully powers out at the very last instance after a agonizingly long two count. Hunter is back up and Rancid just looks in a daze as she slowly pulls herself up hanging on the ropes. Hunter comes in from behind as she does with a Cobra Clutch he locks the hold in but She grabs ahold of the ropes to prevent him from really getting it in tight. He is forced to let go of the hold and she smirks as she leans back on the ropes telling him to bring it on. He does firing a hard right which she absorbs and then he fires with a left and a right. The combinations of punches find their mark but Rebbecca taunts him as she gets her barrings after the barrage of punches and swings at him nailing him as she backs him down. There is a rush of adrenaline from her as she comes at him with a Flip kick connecting taking him down and then she drops delivers a legdrop across the back of the neck keepin him down after he face planted after being caught by the kick. There is a certain swagger in her step as she rises up and pulls up Hunter as she places him in a frontfacelock and then springboards herself up on the ropes swinging him aorund with a Tornado DDT. Planting him like a lawn dart with the ddt Hunter flops down as she looks on slowly making the cover hooking the leg.

Bob Fecca: ONE.... TWO.... THRE----

Eddie Styles: NO... HUnter kicks out.

Georgia James: That was close. As much as I don't like Hunter he is one helluva competitor and will not go down without a fight. Sure as sure can be there is going to have to be something special to put him away.

Eddie Styles: Does Rancid have that something in her is the question.

Bob Fecca: I don't know. I just don't know.

[ Hunter is down but not out and Rebbecca comes up at him grabbing him but he breaks free and rakes her in the eyes freeing himself up. She is staggered some and he drops her with a Pele kick flooring Rebbecca and flowing up with he grabs her and hoists her in the the air with a pumphandle suplex that sends her crashing down. She skids alittle bit on impact and Hunter looks down at her and then leaps through the air once uptop with a elbow drop. He comes crashing down down top of her driving his elbow into her heart. She is sprawling out motionless with the gleam in the eyes of Sean Hunter as he looks down at her not making the cover but picking her up and hooking her up and driving her down with a Damnation. That's it... It has to be it.

ONE....
TWO....
THREE...
NOOOO......

[ Rebbecca Rancid gets a shoulder up barely at the very last instance. There is a collective groan in the stands as the high fives and hand joisting are premature. There is nothing that seemingly can keep Rancid down as she looks on dazed again as Hunter makes another cover.

ONE...
TWO....
THR--

[ He makes the cover again...

ONE
TWO
THR--

[ He looks on swearing that was a three count as Miss Rancid rolls over to her stomach pulling herself together. As Hunter is beside himself it would seem Rebbecca has got herself to her feet as he tells Cain that was a three count. He turns around and it is Rebbecca who comes at him with a Rancid Effect as he turns around into it crackin' him with the kick. She looks down at him and drops down to a knee taunting him telling him that he's finished.

Bob Fecca: Rancid Effect to Hunter and she's not going for the cover. This could be all she needed to put him away and she's not making the cover.

Eddie Styles: I know what's next Bob. The world knows what's next.. She's waiting to put him away with the--

Georgia James: Parental Fuckin' Advisory.

[ Right on cue it is Miss Rancid who waits for Hunter to turn around and she goes for the said move. She attempts it as Hunter on sphagetti legs doesn't know what hit him as she grabs him and lungs forward but he shrugs her off. The only think that connects is her backside to the canvas as she pops up and looks on in shock as Hunter pulls himself together and just like that scoops her up and drops her down with impact.

Bob Fecca: THE DECAPITATOR! THE DECAPITATOR! After reversing The Parental f'N Advisory he nails her with the Decapitator. That's all folks. We're going to see Sean Hunter advance.

Eddie Styles: NO... No.... Come on Bexx kick out.

Georgia James: Damn, damn, damn.

[ Hunter flops down as he looks at Rebbecca and hooks the leg as he makes the cover. It would seem almost academic after the back and forth battle in this match.

ONE.
TWO.
THREE.

[ Sean Hunter's hand is raised in victory and he smirks as his theme breaks out over the announce system.

Bob Fecca: Sean Hunter advances after The Decapitator to Rebbecca Rancid. That means we're going to see Georgia James versus Sean Hunter to advance to the Final at King of PWT. This is what we've all been waiitng for folks. Georgia versus Hunter one on one. What do you gotta say now champ.

Georgia James: Looks like I've got some business to take care of now doesn't it. Unfinished business...

Eddie Styles: Georgia James and Sean Hunter I can't wait till the championess puts this overconfident peon in his place. I can't wait.

Bob Fecca: Oh man there is an intensity in here now as Hunter just realized he's the winner and he's eyeing the champ who is now standing on the ring apron with her title in hand.

Eddie Styles: Can you feel the heat. If you think the record breaking heat nationwide is scorching it has nothing on the heat going on in here right now. You can cut the tension with a knife.

Bob Fecca: What a night folks. That's all that I can say what a night. We'll see you next week. The champion and her challenger are locked in a staredown.

[ As we get one last look Sean Hunter motions that the belt will be around his waist as Georgia just shakes her head no telling him that it is hers as Shockwave finally cuts off for the week. Or so we think...

[The camera cuts back following the main event between Sean Hunter and Rebecca Rancid, and the two are now in the back both sweating massively.]

Rebecca Rancid: Good job, Sean.

Sean Hunter: Thanks girl.

[Sean looked over, and Seifer was seen walking over at the time.]

Sean Hunter: You did one hell of a job.

[She smiled as Seifer finished making his way over. Putting his hand around Rebecca's waist he grinned nodding his head.]

Seifer: Nice reversal on Bex, Sean.

[Sean nodded. It seemed the match was one hell of a bout, and no one would take that away from them, not a soul.]

Sean Hunter: We're still cool, right?

Rebecca Rancid: You know it.

[Sean smiled.]

Sean Hunter: Goo..

Voice: Mr. Hunter, there is a man on the phone.

[Sean turned around to look at the stagehand.]

Stagehand: It seems he is Angel's doctor, and he'd like to speak with you.

[He handed the phone over to Sean, and after a couple moments of a subtle conversation he closes the cell phone, and returns to Seifer and Rebecca.]

Sean Hunter: I'd love to stay and chat guys, but it seems I have something to attend to. I'll see you in the finals, Seif.

Seifer: Seifer vs. Sean Hunter III. It's going to be a beauty.

Sean Hunter: That it will.

[And, soon Sean was seen running very quickly down the hallway, and the camera soon fades to black and the PWT logo is seen flashing across the ring.]