Styles: What the hell was all that about?

[ We then cut back quickly to the "backyard" where Prabhas has his hand raised. Then we fade to a video advertising Shockwave on Sunday nights....only on MSN! And then we're to backstage. Storming down the corridors, Legacy made his way to Becca’s room, where she was known to sit back and relax to watch the show. He hammered on her door, his fist threatening to leave imprints in the wood. A curse was heard, and then the door swung open. Not bothering to ask if he could enter, Legacy barrelled his way in. Becca closed the door behind her.

Becca: "What’s the problem?"

Legz: "Ramirez has left, that’s the problem."

Becca: "What?"

"Read this," said Legacy, thrusting the note at her with one hand. She took it off him and read through it slowly. Legacy meanwhile, was busying emptying the contents of a decanter in the corner. He wiped his mouth as Becca looked at him.

Becca: "Are you going to go?"

Legz: "If it were anyone else, I would ignore it. But come on, we both know that he wouldn’t send that unless it were something important. I HAVE to go."

Becca: "Ok. Take the rest of the night off. He’s got a match later on remember."

Legz: "I know I know."

[ Without another word, Legacy left the locker room.

 [ After the deal with Legacy, cameras are seen at ringside circling the crowd. As Kendra stands inside the gorilla position, she can hear them cheering waiting for something to happen when her music is cued up. "What Are You Waiting For" by Gwen Stefani plays as she steps out from behind the curtian and stands on top of the entrance ramp with her hands on her hips.

Sabrina: Making her way to the ring from St. Louis Missouri please welcome..."The Diva Killer" Kendra Orton!

[ Fans were cheering as she walked down the aisle. Kendra smirks relishing in their cheers as she makes her way up the steel steps and onto the ring apron. As she steps though the middle and bottom rope, Kendra walks over into the corner and gets up on the second turnbuckle. As she raises her arm up over her head she puts up her index finger as if saying she's Number One while cameras flashed. As Kendra hopped down from the turnbuckle, she paced the ring a bit while waiting on the opponent.

Fecca: Folks we're about set for what is sure to be a great match-up, but.....I just can't help but to wonder what the deal is with Legacy and Ramirez.

Styles: Maybe that squirt Ramirez finally realized that he's too short to be a wrestler.

Fecca: I highly doubt he "realized" any such thing.

[ All of a sudden the lights go out in the areana, and "Head for the Barricade" by Limp Bizkit starts to blare on the P.A. system. The crowd turns their attention to the ramp, as Isabell Winters steps out from behind the black curtains. She is met to a loud mixed reaction. Some fans boo and show their disapproval while others give a nice little pop . Isabell raises her arms in a taunting fashion at the top of the ramp, and gives a cocky. After this she begins to elegantly walk down the aisle to the ring, with a look of confidence on her face. As she gets farther down the ramp, a few fans reach out their hands to get slapped, in which she goes out of her way to ignore them. She walks up the steal steps, before stepping through the bottom rope into the ring. She goes to the center of the ring and poses for a bit. Finally she goes to a corner, and stretches delicately, as her music fades to silence.

Sabrina: And the opponent. She is a former Femme Fatale championess.......She is Isabell Winters!!!

[ Sabrina ducks out of the ring as the cage begins to lower back down. The ref explains the rules to both ladies. Once the cage has lowered back into place, he calls for the bell. It sounds and Kendra goes right after Isabell. However Winters suddenly spits a mixture of cola and pop-rocks right in her face! Blinded, Kendra turns away from Isabell an swipes at her eyes. However Isabell won't just sit there an let Orton clear those eyes. She yanks Kendra back into position for a reverse ddt using her hair. Winters hits the move and makes a quick cover. One.........Two............Kickout! Kendra rolls her shoulder off the mat to break the count. Both women get to their feet, Orton slower as she's still blinded slighty by the cola an candy mix. Winters uses this to her advantage, burying a knee into the stomach of Orton. She then hooks Kendra up and hits a perfect snap suplex. No pin after this move though. Winters instead gets to her feet an brings Kendra with her. Isabell then takes kendra and sends her face first into the cage! Orton bouncing off and onto her back, holding her face.

Fecca: And early into this match, the cage comes into play.

Styles: Thats a smart move by Isabell. If you can turn that cage into a kind of ally, its like a tag team match in some respects. Adds someone else to hurt your opponent enough to ensure your victory.

[ Before Kendra can get up, Isabell mounts her and unleashes some vicious right hand shots. And then she blatantly chokes Kendra knowing the ref can do nothing about it. Finally though Winters breaks the choke. She moves back to her feet and once again pulls Orton to hers too. Kendra given a swinging neckbreaker and dragged toward the corner.Isabell indicates that she's going up.

Fecca: This could be some dangerous territory for Winters....

[ Isabell climbs up to the top rope in a corner. She unwisely taunts a few fans in the front row before leaping off for a leg drop. Too much time was taken though and kendra manages to roll out of harm's way. The fans popping as Orton advoided disaster there. Kendra gets to her feet and waits for Isabell to do the same. She does, holding her rear, and Kendra nails a perfect version of Trish Stratus' "Chick Kick". Winters drops like a sack of bricks to the mat again. Not enough for Orton though. She rips up Isabell and sends her face-first into the side of the cage. And it doesn't end there. Orton forces Winters to a corner and wears her down with some chops an a couple kicks. Kendra then heads to the center of the ring and then back flips a couple times and plants an elbow to Isabell's face! Winters slumps down in the corner. Kendra raises Isabell's face up and gives her an old fashioned bitch slap!

The fans: OoOoOoOo!!!!

[ Orton then puts a boot to the midsection and starts climbing the ropes and onto the cage above Isabell. Winters snaps herself out of lala land. She looks up and see's that Kendra is climbing up the cage. Isabell then climbs up behind Kendra. They have a bit of a scuffle up there before Isabell brings them both off with a Russian legsweep on Kendra! Both ladies hit the mat hard and lay motionless. The fans raise from their seats and start a "Holy Shit" chant.

Fecca: My gawd! That was definately worthy of that chant!

Styles: Damned right! Their necks could be broken!

 [ After we see the arrival of Heavyweight champion MJ Storm, its back to ringside.

Bob Fecca: "It’s going to be an interesting situation."

[Van Dam raises the People’s title high above his head as he hobbles to the door, with assistance from the referee. Medical staff come down the ramp to check on Atkins as Caged Combat II cuts to a highlight video from last year’s Caged Combat.

 The car pulled up outside the pub, its tyres screeching to a halt. The drives side door opened, and Legacy got out, slamming the door shut behind him. Locking it up, he walked towards the pub door, practically kicking it open.  Inside, it wasn’t very busy, with only a few regulars sitting in their seats. Legacy’s eyes scanned around, and noticed Ramirez and Rachel sitting away from the others in the corner of the room. Marching straight up to them, he banged the note on the table and hissed at Ramirez,

“What the hell is all this about?”

“I’m leaving PWT.”

“I can see that. Why?”

“Well, sit down my friend, and I shall tell you. You’ll be wanting a drink as well. It should be here in a minute.”

They all sat in silence, until a minute later one of the waiters brought over two pints of British Ale. He placed them both on the table and then left. Legacy downed one immediately, and wiped the froth from his mouth. Taking some deep breaths, he calmed himself, before asking again.

“Ok, really. What is all this about?”

Ramirez looked at Rachel, who nodded.

“Well. I’ve been offered something that only comes once in a lifetime. And you know me my friend, I wouldn’t leave PWT unless it was something of vital importance to me.”

“I know I know. What is it?”

“Have you ever been in the Amazon?”

“Once or twice. Big place. Lots of bugs.”

“Yes. And you’ll also know that a lot of the rainforest is vastly uncharted.”

“Well, I suppose that makes sense. After all, it’s a huge place.”

“Indeed. Well, a friend of mine. He has…..found something there.”

“Has he now? And what would that be?”

“Have you ever heard of the Cities of Gold Legz?”

“Hmm, the cartoon? My nephew used to watch it. Why?

“I don’t mean the cartoon, I mean the real thing.”

“You’re joking.”

“Not at all.”

“He’s found a city of gold?”

“My friend hasn’t lied to me before. He has no reason to start now. I received a letter last night. He has been excavating various areas in the Amazon in Peru, at the foot of the mountains. He found something, and his immediate response was to alert me. He wants me to search it with him. He hasn’t even stepped a foot inside.”

“So? Go do it, and then return to PWT.”

“Ah, it is not that simple. You see, although he has not entered it, he was walked its boundaries. He has found many artefacts and the suchlike. It is his belief my friend, that those people that enter the area, do not ever come back.”

“Oh come on, that can’t be true.”

“it may not be. But over forty expeditions have been sent to that area before. None have ever returned. He might be telling the truth on this one.”

“How come they haven’t returned then? Were they killed?”

“I’ve no idea. Look at the Bermuda Triangle. People disappear there all the time. This could be the same. Whatever it is, I intend to go anyway.”

“So you’re telling me that you are dropping your entire career and heading to scout out a find that could possibly be a city made of gold, and a place that could be fraught with only god knows what, and a place that no one has returned from.”

“Pretty much.”

“You’re a loony Ram.”

“I’m different Legz.”

“And Rachel?”

“I’m going with him.”

“Thought you would say that.”

Legacy sighed and rubbed his temple. Taking a large gulp of his second pint, he sat back.

“There’s more,” said Ramirez

“I thought there might be.”

“The Codez wants me to go there.”

“Oh dear lord.”

“It’s a sign. I can’t disobey it. Well, I can, but I won’t.”

“Ram, I love you like a son. But you’re a bloody crazy at times.”

They all sat in silence, drinking their drinks and thinking their own thoughts. Legacy’s fingers drummed on the wooden table. He then grabbed his drink, downed the rest of it, and stood up.

“Right then, there is only one thing to do I suppose. we’ll head off now, get our bits together, and then get going to the airport. I’ll phone Becca and hand in my resignation, and we’ll soon be off to see what this excavation is all about.”

“What? Why the hell are you coming?”

“Because I damned well said so. I’m not letting you go on possibly the greatest adventure of all time and not have me there to whoop the ass of anything that gets in the way. Besides, someone will cover for me.”

“You said I was mad.”

“You are. You’re pretty much an undisputed Hardcore Champion, you’re undefeated in your career, and you’re supposed to be fighting for Tag Team Gold later on. And you’re chucking all of this away. But hey, its your call.”

“I know what I’m doing. But you don’t have to come with me.”

“Of course I do. It’ll be a change of pace that for sure. Mena has been hinting lately that she wants to get away. Wrestling isn’t what it used to be. It’s all ego’s, and whiny little upstarts that think they know better. Three quarters of my job at PWT is telling people to shut the hell up and stop creating a commotion. It’s sickening. So I say, leave the idiots to it, I’ll go and do something interesting with the remainder of my life.”

“Fair enough.”

“Good, its sorted then Let‘s get going.”

“Sounds good to me.”

Scene fades back to the arena...

 [ The camera pans the arena as the fans are yelling and cheering. The energy from the last match continues into the next match which features Raymond Brothers versus Jay Styles. The arena scene fades as we now see Ken Mitchell standing backstage holding a mic

Mitchell: I am now joined by Raymond Brothers... formerly known as Flipside.

[ Brothers nods.

Mitchell: First off, why the name change?

Brothers: I want everyone to know who I am; what I do; and why I do it.

Mitchell: And what is the beef between you, Jamal Atkins, and Jay Styles?

Brothers: I have never liked Atkins... me and him has a long standing fued that will never end; but he is not going to be the butt of the joke tonight; tonight I will earn my first win since coming back; and it will be inside of a steel cage on Pay-Per-View nonetheless. I already beat Atkins once before to a bloody pulp in a steel cage with no disqualification, and I will win again making it back-to-back for me.

Mitchell: But this is just a Steel Cage, no weapons are going to be in the ring with you.

Brothers: That is what YOU think Mitchell; and it seems like the time has come for me to make my presence known...

[Brothers walks away as Mitchell shakes his head in confusion

Styles: What does Brothers have up his sleeve this time?

Fecca: I don't know, but I sure know that last time he has that look in his eyes, he left Jamal Atkins bloody and bruised.

Styles: You heard it right here folks, Raymond Brothers has something up his sleeve.

[The camera once again fades back to the arena as the steel cage is shown with the door open for the next two combatants. "Enter Sandman", by Metallica, starts to play over the PA system: The arena goes pitch black dark, as a red light takes over the darkness, Smoke fills the ramp area.. And a video of Styles starts to play.. As the smoke continues to consume the entire ramp.. Jay emerges through the smoke and on the ramp.. On his way down to the ring, Jay ignores the fans and gets a determined look in his eye as he awaits the arrival of his opponent. He climbs into the cage as he awaits Raymond

Fecca: Does Styles really know what he is getting himself into?

Styles: Styles has got this in the bag.

Fecca: I wouldn't be so sure.

[The bass drops and "This Fire Burns" by Killswitch Engage begins to play. Raymond Brothers walks out with a dark hooded jacket on. He walks out towards the top of the ramp, raises his head, looks at the crowd; and drops his jacket to the ground. The crowed goes while and begins chanting "Flip...side...flip...side" just like he never left PWT. Raymond smiles at the pop from the crowd, and makes his way to the ring for whatever waits for him tonight.

Fecca: Here we go Styles... time for Styles to see the flipside of Raymond.

Styles: Shut up you bumbling idiot.

[Raymond walks down to the ring where the ref pushes Styles back to allow Raymond to get in the ring. Raymond grabs the rope, but stops and shakes his head no

Styles: Is he wussing out?

Fecca: Remember Styles, he has something special for tonight. It looks like we have the answer to that right now.

[Raymond points to the Tron as a video clip of Raymond and Jamal Atkins wrestling is showed. Raymond seems to be about to win when Styles comes in and nails him with the chair. As Styles is laughing from what had happened a few weeks ago, Raymond is under the ring looking for something. He decide to grabs two steel chairs and slides them into the ring. The ref goes to grab the chairs to take them back out, but Raymond pushes the ref out of the ring and closes the door

Styles: He can't do that! This is not a hardcore match.

Fecca: But it is No DQ inside of that steel cage... anything goes Styles.

[The bell rings as Styles grabs one of the chairs and swings it at Raymond. Raymond ducks to the left as Styles misses and hits the ropes. Styles again swings to nail Raymond, but he once again barely ducks out of the way to miss the shot. Finally Styles pins him into a corner and tries for a third time to nail Raymond with the chair again, but Raymond jumps up and drop kicks the chair into the face of Styles; laying him out. Raymond sees this as an opportunity to begin climbing the cage

Styles: Come on, that cannot be it. Get up Jay.

Fecca: Raymond did promise a win.

[Raymond makes his way slowly up to the top of the cage, and all there is left to do is drop off to the ground below him; but with Styles still laid out, he gets that gleam in his eyes again and jumps off the top of the cage to try to nail him with a leg drop; but Styles moves at the last second. Raymond grabs his leg in pain as Styles goes again for a chair, and nails Raymond right in his back. He swings and nails Raymond again. Raymond yells in pain, but it seems as the chair shots are giving him more and more energy. Raymond stands up and as Styles swings again, Raymond ducks and sweeps Styles which throws him face first into the chair

Fecca: What a turn of events!

Styles: Get up Jay! Come on! Get up!

[Raymond picks up the lifeless Styles, and chokeslams him onto the chair

Fecca: WHAT A CHOKESLAM! THIS MATCH IS OVER! THIS MATCH IS OVER!

Styles: No, come on Jay!

Fecca: It’s time for lights out!

[Raymond steps-over, and grabs Styles in a STF-type move, except he grabs his head in a sleeper move. Styles just lays there lifeless, and cannot tap out because he it out cold. A ref slides into the ring from the door, grabs Styles arm and drops it three times, and calls for the bell

Fecca: Raymond has gotten his revenge yet again! First Atkins; now Styles. He is one mean son-of-a in a cage.

[Instead of just exiting outside of the door, Raymond climbs to the top of the cage as his music hits and the fans cheer.

Fecca: And he just showed that he can also still climb out of the ring; which adds some more insult to injury. Yet another GREAT Pay-Per-View match involving Raymond Brothers; I see a lot in his future.

[ Fade to a video package recapping the feud between Jonathan Brooks an Sean Hunter, and when Chris Demented got involved.

 [ The video package ends and we hear....

[ Fecca sulks as Brooks' "Powers That Be" finally leave the ring. The scene fading to a recap of the earlier segement where Ramirez announced to Legacy he was leaving PWT.

Fecca: The next match is one that I honestly don't want to call partner.

Styles: I don't blame you one bit. This is been taken too far by Matlock and can only hope that Georgia can come out victorious so that Matlock doesn't have his way.

Fecca: She's been through enough some of it her own doing but alot of it others just jumping all over her. Had anyone else done what Georgia's been doing these past several months no one would bat an eyelash.

Styles: You're tellin' me but this isn't about Georgia's comings and goings this is about a man obsessed and harrassing her forcing her hand. This is about her well being mentally and emotional.

Fecca: She's shaken.

Styles: Who can blame her?

Fecca: I sure can't partner. I sure can't.

Inside of the ring Sabrina takes the microphone

Sabrina: The following contest is a Love me or leave me match to be contested in a steel cage where the winner is by pinfall, submission, or escape over the top of the cage. The Stipulations of the match states that if Georgia James wins that Matt Matlock will have to stay at least 100 feet from her at all times thus leaving her and that if Matt Matlock wins the match that Georgia James is obligated to go out on a date with him thus loving him.

Sabrina lays out the stips for the bout and guitar rips ring out as Born with nothing, Die with everything by Popa Roach kicks up and out walks Matt Matlock with a smirk across his face and a dozen roses in hsi hand. He struts to the ring as Sabrina announces him.

Sabrina:  "Ladies and gentlemen...from Cape Breton Island, Nova Scotia, Canada...weighing 235 pounds, ‘The Cornered Animal’, Matt Matlock!"

She is disgusted at the sound his his name turning her nose up as he struts down while his sparkler pyro shoots up behind him. He has a self absorbed almost smug look on his face as he gets to ringside and walks up the ringsteps into the ring through the cage door. The crowd boos him relentlessly as he stands in the ring awaiting his beloved Georgia.

"Downfall" by Trust Company starts up and the fans are buzzing as smoke rises from the stage and through it walks Georgia James. She looks stunning  donning a fuchsia lather bra top with silver straps and gold studs and Silver pants with fuchsia strings tying together the front and back of the pants showing off her legs with a black belt around her waist that reads GEE in gold for the buckle. Down to her feet she matches as she had on silver and fuchsia boots with black laces.  . If looks could kill everyone in the arena would be dead. Dressed to the nine in  new more provocative ring attire Georgia pensively walks down the ramp looking into the ring at Matlock. She doesn't take her eyes off him almost transfixed with a tunnel vision as there is obvious fire in her eyes as she stroles to the ring. Every step is like she is walking towards the executioner as she stands at the base of the aisle way and looks on and tells Matlock I don't want this. He tells her tough shit and demands she gets into the ring. Georgia refuses telling him to go to hell. He tells her he's got her these roses and she tells him to shove them where the sun don't shine and not in that nice a manner.

Fecca: Georgia is screaming obscenities at Matlock and refuses to get into the ring.

Styles: Deserves him right. She should just walk out on this match and leave.

Fecca: I know Georgia, she'll fight. Maybe it is just to get in the head of Matlock.

Styles: Normally yes but this is different. She's refusing to enter the ring. I know there is a look in her eyes that I've never seen before. One that does not breath devisiveness or backhanded tactics but one of fear and concern.

Fecca: Yeah but Matlock is up to no good.

Styles: What the hell does he think he's doing?

Fecca: He's going to get his woman in his mind and she refuses to get inside of the ring.

Styles: Is there nothing he won't do? He's low.

Georgia backs up standing nearly halfway up the aisle way from the stage to the ring. As Matlock gets out of the ring she tells him to stay away from me and he does not comply to her request as she runs at her hitting but she sees it and ducks out of the way. She begins to kick  him in the hampstring forcefully forcing him to a knee as she then kicks him in the back of the knee caps and then as he is on both knees she nails him with a Shining Wizard. Sending him down with that final kick as she walks to the ring and gets inside of the cage locking the door after grabbing a steel chair from under the ring. She climbs the cage with the chair in hand and sits atop the cage.

Styles: If she won't get in the cage she'll be ontop of it.

Fecca: She's absolutely amazing.

Styles: She's daring Matlock who has come too after the series of kicks to come up the cage.

Fecca: He's actually complying and climbing up the cage to meet her.

Styles: It is suicide.

Matlock climbs up to the to and look Georgia face to face she swings the chair and cracks it across his skull. He reels and then tries to pull himself up only to recieve another vicious shot. Georgia grabs his limp body with enough strength as she has got in her slight frame and hooks him up and falls back with a Super duper Plex from the top of the cage into the ring. Everyone groans and begin to chant the age old HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT Chant. It looks like a trainwreck as the bodies of both the combatants are sprawled out on  the ring canvas and the impact alone is devistating enough. Sounding like a car crash or a train wreck on impact the referee just looks on waiting for someone to come too as there is no count outs or disqaulifications.

Fecca: That's was the damnedest Superplex I've ever seen. I've never seen Georgia pull off such a move.

Styles: Either have I and it just goes to show how much she wants this. She'll put her own body at risk just to ensure victory.

Georgia stirs first and crawls over to Matlock and makes the cover as she shakes off the cobwebs of the impact from the fall before Matlock can stir shaking the effects of the chair shots and the fall. She gets a agonizingly long two count as she looks up and she grabs her blonde hair screaming. Miss James sees Matlock pulling himself up and as he sits up and she stalks him she charges and wrecks his neck with a neck snap torquing the head and neck and he falls back looking up at the bright flood lights all of the arena ceiling. Georgia smirks as she then hits a standing moonsault and makes another cover only to get a shorter two count as Matlock powers out. He tosses her off with authority and she looks up in shock as she skids across the canvas a bit and stands up dusting herself up. She looks on at the steel chair that is behind a now vertical based Matlock as she circles him trying to get to the chair he shakes his head no and stomps his boot a top it standing on it. With that he demands she come and get it if she wants to use it so she shrugs and begins to walk towards the door. Matlock could stand on the chair and lose the match but he knows better and runs to the door cutting her off. She charges and is cut off with a clothesline to massive amounts of boos and jeers.

Matlock doesn't care at this point as she doesn't go for the pin but instead plants a kiss on Georgia who kicks wildly. She goes to push him off but he pins her down and continues to kiss her to boos and jeers. She  screams bloodly murder in a curdling screetch as he finally relents pulling her up by the hair. At the mercy of Matlock he grabs her and toss her into the far right side of the steel chair head first bouncing her off it. Georgia falls back only to be caught by Matlock who catches her again and tosses her to the opposite left hand side of the cage facing the entrance way. She comes off the cage and stumbles around as he scoops her up and slams her down with a fireman's carry.  He backs up against the ropes and grins as he looks at the fallen Goddess and gives the D-X crotch chop and then runs towards her jumps in the air and nails the running knee drop forcing Georgia to sit straight open and then roll to her side holding her face. Matlock smirks as he sits on her face crotch first and begins to girate hooking her left leg for a pinfall attempt.

ONE...

TWO...

KICK OUT!

The crowd roars their approval but Matlock is persistant and goes for the suggestive pinning combo yet again to another two count as the crowd cheers.

Fecca: Matlock is disgusting.

Styles: His actions are deplorable and dubious at best. Violating MY GODDESS like that.

Fecca: We've created a monster.

Styles: Yes, yes we have. Georgia is the best.

Georgia is back up and she is in furiated at Matlocks actions in the match up and she tells him to come with it and they lock it up. She can not win a test of stretch and she is immediately shrugged off pushed down to the canvas. She darts back up to her feet and takes a run at Matlock  with a diving clothesline attempt and she connections as he steps up catching just enough of him to take him off base but not off his feet. Stumbling around Matlock is put into an arm wringing by Georgia who immediately takes him down with a Short-Arm Roundhouse Kick that does the trick. Georgia doesn't go for the cover she grabs the free chair as she glances over the bouquet of roses raising an eyebrow. She walks over and slams the chair into the ankle of Matlock repeatedly wearing it out. She does this and wraps the chair around the ankle of Matlock but before she does anything  she eyes him as he reaches for his ankle trying to set the chair free and it is Georgia who drives a diving knee drop into his skull. She then follows it up with a leg drop right across the throat as she drags him closer to the ropes and the nearest turnbuckle She climbs the top rope and jumps down on the foot wrapped in the steel chair with a double stomp. Matlock screams in agony as he reaches for his ankle as Georgia looks on with a twisted smirk of satisfaction.

Styles: Yes, he deserves it. Cripple the bastard Georgia. Finish him.

Fecca: My god she's going to do it again.

Almost on que Georgia gets to the top and leaps through the air again with yet another double stomp that finds its mark. She is looking to destroy his ankle and cripple him and the fact of the matter is that she looks to be succeeding. She demands that Matlock attempt to pull himself up as he clutches at his ankle in a great deal of pain. He rolls around the ring and she demands he try to stand atfer pulling the chair off his leg as he grabs ropes but can't bring himself to pull himself up. Georgia grabs the steel chair and and slams it into his back and then as she slams it into the bad ankle. He groans in pain as the arena oohs and aahs as Georgia has snapped. She paces the ring back and forth  in a rage knowing that she could walk out of the ring and end the match. She's so full of hatred that she is literally beside herself and she walks over to the dozen roses and picks them up. She then walks over to Matlock and throws them at him telling him he can stick 'em where the sun don't shine in a very stern voice as in more not very nice terms. Georgia turns her back as Matlock roll grabs the steel and pulls himself up and Georgia doesn't see that inside of the roses is his steel wrench.

Fecca: OH no... Georgia don't turn around.

Styles: NO GEORGIA! He's got the wrench. No, no, no..

Fecca: Good god right between the eyes and she's busted open.

Styles: Damn him. He deserves everything she gets.

Matlock gets an evil smirk as Georgia crawls across the ring away from him as he stalks her. She pulls herself up and turns around only to get the wrench to her face again wiping her out sending Miss James sprawling to the mat. She looks up blood trickling down her face as he begins to grab her breasts and grope her to boos from the crowd. He grins as he begins to kiss her some more to boos. The gropping goes on for several seconds as he looks down at her telling her it is only a matter of time until she is all his. Georgia spits blood mixed spit right in his face in defiance as he grabs her by the head telling her that. The crowd roars at this and she tells him to go to hell flipping him the bird. He tells her she shouldn't have done that as he picks her up and drags her into the corner and begins to stomp a mudhole in her and walk it dry.

Crowd: MATLOCK SUCKS, MATLOCK SUCKS, MATLOCK SUCKS!

He pauses with a cocky grin on his face as he pauses and then continues to stomp a mudhole in the Fabulous Miss James. She is barely holding on as she pulls herself up by the ropes  after Matlock backs off gloating to the crowd. She climbs to the top rope and leaps through the air with a moonsault body press that takes down Matlock who can barely stand himself on his one good wheel. She crashes down ontop of him as she catches a break as his showboating backfires against him allowing her to hit the move and she goes for the cover hooking the leg.

ONE.....

TWO.....

THRE----

Matlock kicks out and Georgia pulls himself back up as she waits for him to get up and he does ever so slowly limping around favoring his left leg that gets the attention of Georgia. She wants nothing more then to take him down and she goes to try to trip him up but she is kneed into the gut and picked up spiked with a Piledriver. Miss James lays out flat as she looks heavenward as he makes the cover placing his hands on her breast arrogantly.

ONE...

TWO...

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Miss James kicks out forcefully and it is Matlock who gets back to his feet looking to regroup.

Fecca: Disgusting.

Styles: If we're not careful we'll get a free show.

Georgia is back up and she slaps the taste out of Matlock's mouth with all her mighty and then gouges his eyes and kicks him right in the Matlock family jewels.

Fecca: Put the jewels on ice.

Styles: I Could feel that from here.

Georgia smirks as she sees Matlock grabing his jewels so to speak on his knees she nails him with the Shining Wizard for the second time this evening and doesn't waste anytime as she goes and locks in Georgia's Song.

Fecca: Yes this is it. No one has ever gotten out of Georgia's Song when it is locked in. No one can break it.

Styles: Come on Georgia. Make him tap. Make him tap. Make him tap.

Georgia rolls back and she gets the hold in cranking and tearing as she leans back as Matlock refuses to give in. She cranks and tears as he desperately scrapes and grabs at the canvas shakes his head no. He reaches and reaches as she sees red pull back on the arm and he looks as if he finally is going to give in. Is she going to win it via submission? He raises his hand like he is going to tap out and grabs the wrench reaches back smashing it into the side of her temple. She slumbs forward to boos as she is on her hands and knees and refuses to go down and Matlock bashes her in the head wiping her out. He then rolls her up into a Oklahoma Roll and grabs a handful of her leather pants and the back of her belt putting all of his weight ontop of her. The crowd boos vihemantly at his actions in this match up.

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It's over... Matlock immediately scoops up Georgia and leaves the scene in triumph leaving the ring as people throw everything at him. He smirks to himself as he finally walks out of sight up the rampway with an unconscious Miss James in his grasp.

Bob Fecca: "It’s time for the main event, folks."

Eddie Styles: "But, can Deus win the Tag Team Titles by himself? That’s the question."

Bob Fecca: "He might have an easier time than expected, Van Dam was in that brutal match with Jamal Atkins, that might’ve left Van Dam’s left knee too damaged for him to really be a factor."

Eddie Styles: "That may be, but they also have a fresh MJ Storm, PWT World Champion, in the match on Van Dam’s team."

Bob Fecca: "Well, let’s bring out the challenger."

Sabrina: "Now in the ring, the challenger… DEUS!"

Sabrina: "And Deus’ opponent, the reigning PWT World Tag Team Champions, MJ Storm and David Van Dam, the Natural Born Superstars!"

Bob Fecca: "Van Dam is limping noticeably, his knee is heavily taped. Luckily, MJ Storm won Rock Paper Scissors, and opted to start this Handicapped match against Deus."

Bob Fecca: "It’s over already?"

Eddie Styles: "Damn."

Sabrina: "Your winners, and STILL PWT Tag Team Champions, The Natural Born Superstars."

[ As the last match draws to a close, the fans are getting ready to go home, and Bob and Eddie are talking out their final thoughts.

Fecca: It’s been a weird evening Eddie.

Styles: I know the feeling. I’ve got a tingle down my spine, like something is left you know?

Fecca: I know. Like unfinished business.

[ They both start to get out of their seats, when a man runs down the aisle and heads straight over to Sabrina. He hands her a note and then runs back. Sabrina looks extremely puzzled, but gets into the ring with the mic in her hand.

Fecca: What’s all this about?

Styles: I’ve no idea.

Sabrina: Ladies and Gentleman, may I have your attention please?

[ All of the fans turn to look at her, sitting themselves back down.

Sabrina: I have just been sent a note from Becca backstage. She……

[ Sabrina coughs a little bit, and then wipes a tear from her eye.

Sabrina: It is her sad duty to inform us all, of the deaths of two of PWT’s superstars. Legacy and Ramirez were both involved in a fatal car accident around twenty minutes ago. Ramirez’ girlfriend, who also worked here at PWT, was also killed outright."

[ Sabrina starts to cry heavily, tears dropping onto the matt, but she forges ahead with the message.

Sabrina: The black Ford Probe that they had been driving, was hit by a truck on one of the main highways leading into the city. Paramedics were on the scene within minutes, but they were all pronounced dead at the site of the accident. Our thoughts and prayers our with their families………..Thank you.

[ She walks over to the ring ropes, and climbs out. Descending the steps, she goes to her chair, sits down and continues to cry. All around the arena is silence, as many of the fans stand in pure shock. Many of the diehard fans are crying, clutching their families and friends.

Fecca: Good lord no……

Styles: This has to be a joke…..it………

*END SHOW*