Entering the ring he  hops on the turnbuckle and charges at Whysper and takes a giant hack at his head with that blasted hockey stick. Whysper ducks out of the attack spinning TJ around in the process and the Backyard title still in hand Whysper  runs through him with the belt laying him clean out. The crowd pops.

Styles: That's cheating!

Fecca: What? No rules in a Backyard title match. It's all legal... And TJ tired to take his head off with that damn hockey stick.

Styles: No he was just demonstrating how to high stick an opponent.

Fecca: ............

Whysper dropped his title after looking at it for a couple of seconds and then hit the ropes and hit a back senton on TJ sending all of his body weight crashing down ontop of the challenger. He immediately made the first cover ofr the match.

ONE... TWO... TH----

TJ was able to kick out shooting his shoulder off the canvas. Whysper not wasting any time what so ever picked up TJ and hooked him up and snapped him down with a suplex.  Whysper again heads to the ropes and immediately climbs through the ropes and grabs ahold of them and slingshots himself back into the ring with an attempt at a leg drop... He comes crashing down across the throat of TJ Bryce.... He makes the cover and hooks the leg after connecting on the move.

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

Another kick out from TJ Bryce.   Whysper pulls himself up and lays a couple of boots to TJ's midsection and pulls him back up but TJ fights Whysper off with the age old eye gouge. The fans let out some jeers in disapproval but it's all legal.   Whysper tries to get his barrings back but TJn doesn't let up when he turns around and pokes him in the eye again and follows it up with a dropkick.
Fecca: Eye gauging. Really? Is TJ just going to break every rule in the book.

Styles: Hey Mr. Goodie Two Shoes, it's a backyard rules match for the damn title. It's all legal, I hate it when you piss an' moan about cheating tactics all the damn time. Maybe that goodie goodie "Silent One" in the ring should bend some rules himself.

Fecca: He'll get hardcore. Trust me. TJ's going to pay.

Styles: OooOoh. I stand corrected. Or not! Gotta love hockey!

TJ bought just enough time with the dropkick to grab ahold of his hockey stick and he swung the stick and cracked Whysper right in the gut doubling him over and then WHAM TJ slammed the stick right across Whyspers back forcing whysper to cringe in a great deal of pain and using the hockey stick he hooked up Whysper in postion to do a Side Russian Legsweep aided by the hocket stick.  TJ hooked it up and drove Whysper to the canvas with the move. And immediately made the cover.

ONE.... TWO.... THRE-----

Whyspers shoulder rolled off the canvas agonizingly close to when the referee Frank Mason's hand hit was about to hit the canvas for the three count. TJ looked up and shook his head  holding up three fingers. Mason shook his head no and holding up two of his own.  Whysper noticing the commontion going on rolls up TJ Bryce into a school boy.

ONE... TWO... THRE----

TJ is forced to kick out and look on in utter disbelief and immediately he goes in for the kill hitting Bryce with a low dropkick sending him back down to the canvas. Immediately TJ sent to the ropes and climbs to the outside and propelled himself into the ring with a springboard into a clothesline attempt just as Whyper had pulled himself up to his feet. TJ comes crashing down leveling Whysper connecting on the move.... 

Fecca: He's not going for the pin.

Styles: He's going to inflict more damage.

TJ immediately rolled out of the ring, pulled up the ring apron, and began rummaging underneath the ring.  He pulls out a trash can tosses it in the ring, then a couple steel chairs, and finally much to the delight of the fans in the arena a table. TJ picks up the table and gets ready to slide it in but this allows Whysper time to regroup and he charges at TJ hitting a baseball slide dropkick sending the table into TJ's face. TJ drops the table and staggers back and Whysper backs up and sprints full speed and dives through the ropes like a heat seeking missile and sends TJ Bryce back first into the security barricade at ringside connecting on the suicide dive. The fans cheer and go nuts as Whysper rolls over and draps his arm across TJ's chest. Mason makes the count as falls count anywhere.

ONE... TWO.... THRE----

TJ is able to kick out on instinct alone. And this time Whyspers the one who continues to assault and grabs TJ by the head and pulls him up. Whysper grabs the weak kneed superstar and slams him head first into the nearby ringpost.  Followed by slamming TJ head first into the ring apron rolling him back into the ring. Whysper grabs the table slides it into the ring and immediately props it up in the corner and grabs a chair and slams it down across the back of TJ Bryce a couple of times. He then pulls the limp body of TJ's to the ropes and props him up against the table and takes a couple steps back and runs foward and leaps into the air and comes crashing down on TJ forcing him to break through the table and become mangled in shard of wood and metal after a stinger splash that sent the crowd into a frenzy as Whysper pulls his body out of the wreckage and makes the cover.

ONE.... TWO... THRE-----

TJ slowly kicks out. 

Fecca: What a stinger splash from whysper... There was nothin' silent about that.

Styles: Not at all but TJ's going to come back and take this Bob.

Fecca: You tell yourself that.

Whysper shakes his head and goes to the ropes and slingshots himself off with an elbow drop. He comes crashing down to the canvas as TJ rolled out of the way just before impact. Whysper grasps at his arm and wiggles it to get feeling back into it.  TJ grabs a steel chair and uses it to prop himself back up to a verticle base.  Whysper pulls himself up by the ropes and turns around and rubs his arm.  TJ smirked... wound up, and Swung....

CRACK..... CRACK..... CRACK......

TJ drilled Whysper three times in the arm with the steel chair and dropped the chair at his feet. A grin across his face as he taunted the crowd who rained booes down on him as he basked in the glow of leaving Whysper lying in a heap in the ring.  Whysper grabbed his arm in agony as TJ approached him with a cocky grin on his face and he talked some trash to Whysper and went to pull him back up but Whysper caught him and rolled up TJ in a small package pinning combination.

ONE... TWO... THRE----

TJ kicked out.

Fecca: So close, Whysper caught him in the small package. That was an example of premature celebration if I ever saw one.

Styles: Hey, it's almost over. You wait.

There was fire in TJ's eyes. He narrowed his brow he charged and Wheel barrowed himself up and grabbed Whysper by the head and drove him down face first to the canvas. TJ rolled over Whysper and made the cover.

ONE... TWO.... THRE----

Whysper kicked out. The fans went wild. TJ slammed his hands on the mat as Whysper rose to his feet. TJ immediately charged and leveled Whysper with a leg lariat.  Flooring the champion TJ picked the chair back up and charged at him and went to swing it but Just as he came down on it Whysper caught him with the "Poetic Justice" driving his knees into the chair and TJ's face.  The crowd jumped to their feet.

Fecca: Oh my gawd!  The Poetic Justicen with the chair. I think both men are hurt.

Styles: Yeah, ya think. He took as much out of himself as he did TJ there. Not a wise move.

Fecca: Whatever it takes to win.

Whysper is down. TJ is down and whysper slowly crawls towards TJ and draps an arm across his chest...

ONE....

TWO....

THREE.....

"Fire it up" hits and Whysper's survived the match up of a game TJ Bryce.

Fecca: Both men, brought it but in the end Whysper is still PWT Backyard champion.

Styles: TJ got robbed. That was blantant cheating or something. I think he should demand another rematch.

Fecca: Well within the rules. Whysper won it fair and sqaure.

Now. Whysper was up and limping around and TJ was just coming too as Whysper made his rounds celebrating his hard faught victory.  TJ on the other hand was upset and he grabbed saw Whysper with his back turned and charged and hit a vicous chop block. Whysper immediately fell to the canvas like a ton of bricks and TJ grabbed the steel chair and began to slam it down across Whyspers' knees and immediately he locked in a sharpshooter on Whysper. In a great deal of agony Whysper began to tap as the crowd boo'd TJ.  He refuses to let go of the hold and Frank Mason has to pull him off. TJ  halls off and shoves Mason down to the canvas with more boo's.  And picks up the Backyard title and hoists it into the air and then slams it down ontop of Whysper's prone body.

Fecca: A disgusting display by TJ Bryce...

Styles: I like it. Show some agression. Show whysper that he got lucky.

Fecca: How about provin' it in the ring.

Styles He did. It dismantled him in the ring and proved his dominance.

Fecca: A cheap shot. this ain't over.

He leaves the scene of the crime mouthing "it's not over" as we cut away.

Javen is in the irng throwing a fit as we fade into some highlights of the match. These are pretty Javen heavy too. You'd think surely Javen won but then we look at the pin. Side by side we see Roberts slap the match for three an a split-second later Javen's shoulder leaving the mat....

Burden is holding the championship with a smirk on his face. He rolled out the ring and yelled in Devir's direction as he backed up teh ramp. Fans were still booing Burden as we went backstage again.

After Burden's hard fought victory- the scene cuts backstage showing Jonathan Brooks in a serious light. Usually, he'd be making some kind of reference towards Georgia, but the tone was different. The camera panned out showing Willie Shatpe sitting directly across from Brooks in his office- as Brooks used his thumb to wipe away a trace of sweat dropping down. The night was already off to a thunderous note- and Brooks had a few things to put across.

Brooks: OK- Willie, this has got to end. I don't know what the deal is, but it's not acceptable. That fast count last week during Nev's match? I don't know if it was out of fear or what, but it makes us look bad. We're the pinnacle of professional wrestling and those kind of things just don't cut it here.

Sharpe: Boss, I understand. That match, I was approached by Jake- and he told me the first chance Nev gets- make the count or else..

Running his index finger across his own throat- Brooks tilted his head back.

Brooks: Jake threatend you again?

Nodding- Sharpe didn't give a verbal reply as  Brooks sighed. There seemed to be no-one that was safe from Jake's reach, if he would threaten Willie Sharpe- Who WOULDN'T he reach out to and intimidate to make sure he got his way?

Brooks: I understand that you're fearful Willie, but your actions are beginning to hurt the rest of the PWT. I'm going to tell you this once- and one time only.. If it happens again- You're gonna be seeing your name on PWT's website followed by being wished Future Endeavored. I know you're afraid, but when it starts to impact the rest of the roster then it's a problem.

It was as if Willie had been hit with a football by Peyton Manning in the gut- he was fresh out of air, he didn't know what to say. He was being warned about his job- nothing he could do or say at this point would help.

Brooks: Ya understand, son? We clear?

Tears left his eyes as Willie simply nodded and turned- Brooks felt bad about what he had to do, but that was just it- he HAD to do it. Brooks didn't get pleasure off of making people miserable like Natural Selection did, this was just as hard as it was on Brooks as it was on Sharpe- on the fans who came to like Willie. Turning off, Sharpe moved towards the door and opened it, heading out of Brooks office- before he could step out- standing in the door way- his worse nightmare..

"What's up Sharpe? Hows the family?"

.. Jacob Mitchell. Cutting that sinister smile of his- Sharpe's eyes nearly popped out of his skull as Jake stepped aside.

Jacob: I'll be seeing you.

Sharpe looked over at Brooks- then he shifted his attention towards Jake and darted out of Brooks' office. Jake stepped in as Brooks opened the drawer of his office, pulling out a bottle of pepper-spray. Slamming it on the table, Jake's eyes shifted from Brooks to that- then back to Brooks as Jake crossed his arms in front of his chest and looked on.

Jacob: What do you want?

Tapping the top of the pepper-spray- Brooks smirked.

Brooks: So- I had a proposition for you Jake, I know you're a regular in Vegas- You're a betting man, right?

Jacob: .. Continue.

Brooks: Well ya know- just to make things a lil' more interesting, how about we place a wager tonight? Seeing as you're out-numbered- but you think you're still the King of the World, how about me and you make a little bet? When.. I mean, if..

Catching himself- Brooks smirked as Jake arched The Prodigal Brow.

Brooks: .. Natural Selection loses tonight- You, the leader, creator, mastermind of the biggest thorn in my big Tennessee'n butt outside of Gina-Lyn must compte for the PWT Championship at *my* discretion. When I feel the need- when I think you're ready, you'll get a shot at it. The rest of Natural Selection? They can compete for whatever title they want, but you?

Letting off a "HA," that sounded too cocky too be true-  Brooks cut a smirk again.

Brooks: .. Gotta wait until I deem fit.

Thinking the proposition over- Jake's eyes busted off that cold stare as Brooks kept his hand on the pepper-spray bottle, he didn't trust Jake, at all. Refusing to make direct eye-contact with The Bull Shark- Jake smiled.

Jacob: And what happens when WE win?

Brooks: Oh you mean- in the event that Team PWT suddenly is rushed to the ER due to dehydration and Team Megastar for a serious staph infection? Well- You get a PWT Title Shot whenever you desire- BUT, it falls under the same deal as Zarek's guaranteed title shot.

The Prodigal Son's eyes lit up- as Jake cocked his head back.

Jacob: A bit shallow for a betting man, don't you think?

Brooks: Excuse me?

Jacob: It seems to me that you don't have much faith in Team PWT nor Team Megastar. Is that all you're putting up on your end? I'm risking a shot at the PWT Championship if we lose- meaning I've gotta wait until you think it's OK for me to go for the title. And if we win? I get that guranteed title shot- you think I'm stupid? I know you'll change things up- you'll stack the odds against me. You better put something else on the line if you think I'll go with this.

Jake had a point- and Brooks.. He didn't like being outplayed- that's why he always lost in Poker.

Brooks: Like what are we talking here?

Leaning forward- Jake put his fists on the table and looked on.

Jacob: .. Shockwave gets a face-lift- we get control of it, we make the matches, we get free-reign over PWT and there isn't a damn thing you- Matlock, Addams or any of Team REJECT can do about it.

Brooks: You expect me to put Shockwave on the line?! You're crazy!

The side of Jake's lips curled as he shrugged.

Jacob: Scared?

Brooks: Scared of what? We've got the advantage- the common goal of stopping *you* Jake. There's nothing to be afraid of, like you always say.. "You're on borrowed time."

Jacob: Then what's the matter? I mean you already showed you lost faith in Team PWT when you rehired old man river- and he showed how desperate you really are when he went out and got Cross- when he brought Cain into it- sided with Andrews and brought that quitter Stevenson back. I don't know what you're so scared of, I thought we're the ones with the disadvantage? We're down one guy- it's 10 against 4, remember? I can understand that you're afraid though- I mean- this'll just cement my belief that you know as well as I do, neither of them stand a chance against The Chosen Few.

Shaking his head- Jake turned his back to Brooks as he started to walk to the door. Before he could step out of it- Jake heard the chair screech against the floor as Brooks stood up- adjusting his hat.

Brooks: You got a deal you sorry bastard.

Stopping his his path- Jake turned his head to the left and fired off a smile.

Jacob: .. It's on.

Not muttering another word- Jake slammed the door behind him as the camera panned back to Brooks who adjusted his tucked in shirt and nodded.

Brooks: Finally I got one up on this sneaky S.O.B. He's in for a taste of his own medicine!

With a smile that rivaled Jim Carrey's when he played "The Grinch," the scene faded out.

Ryan: PWT, you might be that scared little boy holding a bloody snake over the ledge with bite marks up and down your hands and wrists.

Cross: But we're the volcano waiting to consume the world.

Ryan: And since we're the only team in this thing that doesn't get to put a wager on something...

Cross: How about we just make a statement instead. That statement being? On everything these cuts stand for to you boys. Cross and Ryan Cain put it on everything we love that tonight, one way or the other, no matter what. We come out on the winning end of this war.

Cross and Ryan both cock their guns and blast off into the ceiling. Chunks and dust of concrete rains down a bit more. Fade out.

Outside the Team PWT locker-room, we were moments away from the biggest match arguably in PWT's history and talent on the roster- ranging from Bruce Chan to www.LiveWire.com was seen bouncing in and out, wishing Team PWT good luck- afterall, they were fighting for PWT's future. Finding it's way into the locker-room, the camera circled as within the area Matlock- The New Revolution- Tank and Damien Collins was seen, looking on, knowing that it was time to fight for what they were believing in. The door creaked open as stepping in now- was Shadow. He stopped in front of Matlock as the rest of Team PWT found their way near the two as Shadow spoke.

Shadow: I am here to wish you good luck in battle tonight. You have come a long way Matlock, and I appreciate you taking the incentive on standing up to those thugs like you have.

Matlock: Somebody had to do, so I figured- who better than the cockroach that won't die?

Both nodded in approval, Shadow sighed lightly.

Shadow: I still question Tristan's motives, it does not add up to me, I still question why-

"Questioning my motives- Why I'm even being questioned is a travesty in it's own right."

Turning around- Team PWT as well as Shadow saw.. Nevymorr standing there. Team PWT was holding back, they wanted to launch at Nev for disrespecting them enough to step foot in their locker-room, but Nev looked on- shaking his head. He eyed Shadow for a second before scoffing.

Nevymorr: You're all fools. How quick you fell for it- especially you..

Bo-Staff in hand- Nev pointed it towards Shadow.

Nevymorr: It shows, you know nothing.

Shadow: Why do you continue to deny what is the truth, Tristan? You're nothing more than a mere traitor- one of the 'chosen,' as Mitchell likes to put it.

Matlock: You expect us to buy that crap, Nev? Where were you all week if it 'wasn't you?' Maybe running errands for your new boss? That was you last week man, I saw it myself.

Addams: The evidence is stacked against you, just give it up.

Once more Nev shook his head while tapping the bo-staff against his shoulder a few times.

Nevymorr: Believe that. Believe what you want, it's a sad state when the man who claims to be your 'greatest' ally doubts you. Have fun tonight, children, I know I will.

And just like that- as mysterious as he showed up, Nevymorr disappeared out of the door- Team PWT was baffled, they knew Nev liked to speak in riddles, but this wasn't the time- nor the place for it. Shadow was seen staring off at the door- as the scene cut from Team PWT- to within the ranks of Natural Selection's dressing area. Jake was seen with his hands on his head, leaning forward-- making sure to keep his eyes off of the camera.

Jacob: What's left to be said?

Moving across the room, we see Esco as he pulls his Jason mask down.

Con: Yeah- Enough talkin' for the week. Now it's time we goin' bust some skulls.

Narrowing his attention towards Con- Jake looked on as Bain smirked.

Bain: I guess it's time we show these nobodies what Natural Selection REALLY means. What we're REALLY about. I think they're still stuck thinking Jake is the only one that wants this- skipping over Con's tenacity and my hunger. That's alright though- keep thinking you've got control= we're gonna make fools out of you.

Jacob: We've talked enough already, like Bain said- it's time for Natural Selection to pull the trigger. We've had you in the scope for far too long, we let you prance and dance around like ballerinas.. ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!

Pounding his fist into the locker- Jake stood up.

Jacob: After Natural Selection wins tonight- not only will I have my guranteed PWT Championship shot- but we're also gonna have control over Shockwave. I loved Lyle and Collin's little moment earlier- yeah, you should of waited Zarek, 'cause your title shot..?

Jake smirked as he rubbed his chin.

Jacob: .. Would be so sad to have it be for nothing..

Shrugging, Bain and Con laughed in the background.

Jacob: - Tonight- Ten on Four, I hope you guys bring the fight, I hope all the talking you've done is gonna payoff, cause I'd definitely had to see someone have to eat their words.

Con: Them bitches is done Jake.. They DONE!

Bain: Heh- The Fourth Reich brother- it starts at the end of War Games.

Slowly eyeing the camera now- Jake winked as it cut off to black.

*STATIC, STATIC*

“NATURAL.. SE-LECTION”

As the voice over boomed over the sold out Angel Arena in Grand Rapids—every fan in the house jumped to their feet, they know what was upon them. “Inside the Fire” by Disturbed kicked in after the voice-over, and as the camera gave the arena a few different shots—one of them being from the back where the double-cage and ring was seen- then a shot from the right where one of the doors to the cage was—and a shot from the left where the other door was. Before we knew it the camera was fixed in on the top of the ramp as pushing past the curtain—was “The Talented Prick” himself. The crowd POPPED like crazy- despite his alignment- Marcus Bain was a cool cat, and this wasn’t the WWE where the crowd reaction was canned- whatever, whoever the fans liked—they had the right to cheer for.

Fecca: .. And here we go. Marcus Bain—he was overlooked the week during the war of words between everyone, but Cross himself said it was a bad idea- you think that’s the case, Eddie?

Styles: Look- Bain is an accomplished athlete- he wouldn’t be Natural Selection if he wasn’t. I wouldn’t overlook ANY Natural Selection member, that’s how mistakes are made.

Fecca: I think you’re right, Eddie. But the first man heading to the ring- representing Natural Selection is Marcus Bain.. I wonder whose next? Who’ll be representing Team PWT? Or Team Megastar?!

Bain stopped at the head of the ramp and turned around- his wrestling gear read “CHOSEN FEW” as he held his arms out. He got a good reception- people knew Bain’s tirade was just- but it was done in the wrong way. Turning around and heading towards the ring- Bain looked towards the camera and simply smirked as he mocked a few fans on the way down. Playing to the camera, Bain walked around the cage and headed into the ring- getting in through the cage. Standing in Ring #2, which was the ring farthest to the ramp, Bain bounced off the ropes a few times as he stared off towards the ramp..

Styles: Who’s next?!

“Down from the Sky” by Trivium slammed now—and wasting little time stepped Duke Andrews. Glaring towards the ring—Andrews stepped and grabbed hold of the cage from the outside and pulled at it- while looking over its height. Moving towards the door to Ring #1, Duke sighed before hopping into the ring- standing up, he looked over towards Bain who stood in the opposite ring- the two exchanged glances as Bain looked past Andrews’ towards the ramp..

Fecca: Duke Andrews is representing Team Megastar.. Now who’s left for Team PWT?!

Duke’s theme died down slightly as quickly overpowering it was “Live for Nothing, Die for Everything” by Papa Roach- that caused the ENTIRE building to get to their feet.

Styles: PWT’S CAPTAIN! MATLOCK IS THE FIRST MAN FOR TEAM PWT!

Pushing through the curtain we see Matlock—rocking a PWT shirt. Stopping at the top of the ramp, Matlock gazed around the arena before looking towards the ring—ripping the shirt off of his back- he took a page out of Ultimate Warrior’s book and sprinted down to the cage- heading towards the door to Ring #1 as he slid in—

Fecca: All three men are in—After 5 MINUTES, the next man representing his particular team will be let into the ring- the next man will of course be Team PWT, due to Jake's bet with Brooks a bit earlier.

AND IT WAS OFF! Matlock attacked Andrews right off the back- hitting Andrews with stiff shots to the head, forcing Duke back. Marcus on the other-hand did the smart thing—he waited in Ring #2, he wasn’t going to waste energy, it’d be a foolish thing to do. Andrews was getting lit up in the corner with stiff chop after chop, that was until Andrews managed to slow Matlock’s momentum and catch him with a quick kick to the gut. Doubling Matlock over—Duke hit the ropes and tried a bulldog attempt- but Matlock shoved Duke off of him and sent him back first onto the mat.

Fecca: BEAUTIFUL COUNTER BY TEAM PWT’S CAPTAIN!

Matlock stomped on Duke a few times- the mean while, Bain had seen enough. From Ring #2—Bain soared across—nearly nipping his head on the 12ft. clearance the cage provided and caught Matlock in the back of the head with a springboard missile drop-kick that sent Matlock hitting the deck. Standing over Matlock- Bain gave’em a dose of his own medicine, as now Bain stomped on his head! Duke was slowly gathering himself in the corner- he tried to approach Bain, but Marcus stepped back , sending Duke chest first into the ropes. As he bounced back- Bain fired off a kidney shot with his elbow- dropping Duke to a knee. Grabbing hold of Duke from behind the head—Bain ran to the other side of the ring and attempted to toss Duke face-first into the steel- but Andrews managed to block it. Stopping in mid-motion- Duke caught Bain with a shot to the gut and then actually TURNED IT AROUND, and managed to whip Bain into the steel- Bain met it face-first as the crowd popped- all the mean while Duke rubbed Bain’s face against the chain-link.

Styles: TAKE THE FIGHT TO’EM, DUKE! THAT’S WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT!

Fecca: I NEVER THOUGHT I’D BE CHEERING FOR DUKE ANDREWS, BUT LET’S GO DUKE!

Matlock recovered and headed towards Duke and Bain- looking them over, Matlock shrugged before hopping in on the assault on Marcus- now Duke and Matlock were putting the boot to Bain!

Fecca: A little unity by members of Team Megastar and Team PWT?!  I LOVE IT! KICK HIS STINKIN’ SKULL IN!

Picking Bain up- they whipped him into the ropes and looked for a double clothesline- but Marcus ducked beneath it. Hopping onto the second rope—as Andrews and Matlock moved forward- Bain managed to turn in mid-air and nail them both with a springboard, 180 clothesline.

Styles: DAMN THAT BAIN!

A bit foggy after being kicked in the head a few times, Bain managed to scoop himself up and move towards the ropes, keeping himself in an upright position there. Matlock and Andrews got to a knee—well Matlock recovered first as Andrews was still a little slow getting up- but Matlock was right back on the offensive. Making sure Bain didn’t get a chance to get his breath- Matlock decked Bain with a hard right hand- then followed it up with a stiff left hand. Stepping back—Bain wobbled out of the corner as Matlock lifted him up and forcefully planted him into the mat with a HEAVY spine buster!

Fecca: THAT’S THE SPIRIT!

Joining the fight- Andrews stomped down on Bain as he managed to get to a knee- Matlock followed suit. They slowly picked apart Bain, until once more—Bain found it in him to turn the tide. As Matlock had whipped Bain into Andrews in a team-like maneuver—Bain managed to duck beneath Andrews’ clothesline attempt. Popping up behind Andrews—he shoved Duke towards the oncoming Matlock as the two clashed- hitting chest to chest. Staring at each other, even though they were teaming, the tension was still there. Turning around- Bain moved out of the corner as Duke ducked beneath it—but Bain nearly took Matlock’s head off of his shoulders.

Styles: THE CONTRACT KILLER! BAIN ALMOST BROKE MATLOCK’S JAW! WOW!

Dropping lack a sack of bricks, Matlock held at his face as Andrews got up from his ducked position—but Bain was waiting for him. Catching Andrews with a few right hands of his own, Bain was building momentum- but Duke managed to cut it off. Bain looked for another Contract Killer—but Duke caught his leg and spun him around. As Bain did a 360- Andrews nearly ripped Bain’s head off with a Stan Lane like lariat that definitely did some major damage and slowing down!

Fecca: WHAT STRENGTH!

All three men had gone through hell—and it was just about 3 minutes in before the next fresh body would hit the ring. Matlock was using the ropes to pull himself up, Bain had rolled over onto his stomach and Andrews was looking on- he kept an eye on both men from his position. The whole time—Ryan Starr didn’t bother, he kept away in the opposite side ring- he knew better than to get involved—any of these men wouldn’t hesitate to turn on him in a split-second and rip him in half. Lurking towards Bain—Andrews stiffly  him in the ribs with a stomp as Bain rolled outside of the ring- being pressed up against the cage. Bain pulled himself up to his feet as Andrews grabbed hold of his head- looking to slam it into the chain-link again, but Marcus blocked it with everything he had. Throwing a quick thumb to Duke’s eye- Duke grabbed at his face and turned around- stumbling towards a shaky Matlock who was still blurry from that super kick that Bain threw- and Matlock unloaded on him- unknowingly. Duke got decked with a right hand—as Matlock shook the cobwebs- he saw what he did and took a deep breath- that was as Bain had come across the ring like a bat out of hell- but Matlock managed to avoid it.

Fecca: I think Matlock was still blurry from that Contract Killer that Bain hit him with! He put Duke down- thinking that was Bain!

Styles: I DON’T CARE WHAT HAPPENED, THEY JUST NEED TO KEEP PUSHING THE PACE AND BURN BAIN OUT BEFORE NATURAL SELECTION GETS ANOTHER BODY IN HERE!

Fecca: We’re being told.. That yes, the deal is finalized with Jake and Brooks- Team PWT has the next man out! Then I guess we’re flipping a coin to decide between Natural Selection and Team Megastar.

“30 SECONDS, REMAIN!”

Styles: Once Team PWT’s next member is out- it’ll be every 2 MINUTES, until all fourteen men are introduced—and that’s when the doors is locked and a winner will be crowned by pin or submission.

Fecca: I wonder who’ll be next for Team PWT?!

“20 SECONDS!”

Hearing those words—each man tried to scramble, none of them knew who had the next man out, but Bobby and Eddie did. As Matlock picked Bain up- he threw him into the corner and once more started to chop him to death.

“10 SECONDS!”

Chop..

“9!”

Chop..

“8!”

Chop..

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“1!”

Fecca: PERFECTION PLANT! ANDREWS SNEAKED UP BEHIND MATLOCK AND DRILLED MATLOCK INTO THE MAT WITH THE PERFECTION PLANT!

As the buzzer sounded- sprinting from the back like a man with rabies was Scott Addams- the crowd was pretty hot for him—he got a solid pop. Climbing in through Ring #1—Addams rushed Andrews- taking him down with a clothesline. Andrews jumped to his feet as Addams ONCE AGAIN took him down with a clothesline. Getting back to his feet- slower than the last time- Andrews again fell victim to a clothesline but this time Scott followed it up with a Standing Shooting Star Press.

Styles: ADDAMS IS ON FIRE!

Popping his head up—Matlock cocked a half smile as he saw Addams in the ring- that brought the air back into his lungs it seemed. Standing up—Bain tried to deck Matlock with a right hand- but Matlock blocked it. Bain’s chest was as red as an Apple in Spring as Matlock forced him back- into the ropes. Whipping him forward- Addams turned his attention to the on-coming Marcus Bain as he hit the OPPOSITE side ropes. Once Bain was in position- Addams hit Bain with a drop-toe hold as Matlock followed it up with a quick elbow-drop to the back of the head.

Fecca: TEAM WORK, YES! THAT’S WHAT’S GOING TO GET NATURAL SELECTION ELIMINATED!

Pushing the pace-Matlock and Addams turned towards Andrews and begun to take the fight to him now! The riled up crowd went crazy as Matlock and Addams stood Andrews up and each hit him with a right and left hand of their own. Bouncing around like a pinball- Andrews was shoved into the ropes by Matlock and then whipped forward. Scott kicked him In the stomach and scooped him off of his feet—dropping him on his head with The Addams Effect.

Styles: ADDAMS EFFECT ON ANDREWS! TEAM PWT IS STANDING STRONG!

Fecca: BUT WHO’S THE NEXT MAN OUT?! WE HAVEN’T GOT WORD OVER WHO WON THE COIN TOSS!

Styles: THAT DOESN’T MATTER! TEAM PWT IS WORKING TOGETHER- THEY’RE ON THE SAME PAGE, LET’S JUST FOCUS IN ON THAT!

“30 SECONDS REMAIN IN THE PERIOD, 30 SECONDS!”

Addams had singled out Andrews in the corner- working him over with stomps and strikes as Matlock had Bain over in the other corner, they still was in Ring #1 as Ryan Starr was there as well.

“15 SECONDS!”

Fecca: WHO IS IT?!

“10 SECONDS!”

"9.. 8.."

Lifting Bain into the air- Matlock put him on his head with a brain-buster.

"7.. 6.. 5.."

Managing to fire off a sense of offense- Andrews hit Addams across the head with a right hand, sending Addams back a bit.

"4.. 3.. 2.."

Styles: WHO?!

"1.."

As the buzzer sounded- a hand moved from the curtain..

Fecca: NATURAL SELECTION IS NEXT!

Esco sprinted out from the back- heading directly to Ring #2.

Styles: .. Uh.. Oh..

Frank Mason- the referee that controlled the door for Ring #2 opened it as Con slid into the ring. Closing it behind him, Con wasted little time as Addams stumbled to the side—Esco got into position and broke Duke in half- OWN3ING him into the next dimension!

Fecca: CON JUST TORE DUKE IN HALF!

Like a beast- the effin’ beast to be exact- Matlock turned to see what the commotion was—Con then ripped HIM in half with yet another gigantic spear!

Styles: WHOA, SOMEONE NEEDS TO SLOW CON DOWN!

Addams attempted it—hitting Con behind the head with a double sledge-fist, but it didn’t phase’em—it made him even angrier as he turned and hit Addams in the stomach with a kick. Shoving Scott back into the ropes- Con whipped Scott to the other side of Ring #1 and quickly followed behind. Addams managed to leap onto the ropes- but Con shoved him forward as Addams landed on his feet in Ring #2. As he did so- he taunted for Con to go to him- where he shouted “JUST ME AND YOU, BIG MAN!”

Fecca: ADDAMS IS CALLING CON OUT! HE’S SAYING HE WANTS HIM ONE ON ONE!

Styles: NEVER CALL OUT AN ANIMAL, IT NEVER WORKS!

“1 MINUTE REMAINS!”

Fecca: We know that a representative for Team Megastar is next—but who?! Cross.. Megastar!? Cain.. or Stevenson?!

Styles: WHOEVER IT IS, I HOPE THEY CAN SLOW CON DOWN!

Addams continued to taunt Esco- but Esco shook his head slowly as Bain slapped him on the shoulder and pointed towards Matlock- Bain was hanging in there, he was the first guy in, he was bruised, but he wasn’t giving in. Anyone who questioned Bain’s heart was put on blast now—he was changing all of that with how he was performing. Reaching down—Con grabbed hold of Matlock and pulled him up—Bain stomped at Matlock’s gut as Con faced Addams and smirked as he held Matlock in a full-nelson as Bain went crazy on Matlock. Looking towards Addams- Bain mocked him—calling for him to “GET YOUR ASS HERE, YOU LITTLE PUNK!” The fans broke into chants of “ADDAMS!” as Scott literally said “Fuck It” and got back into Ring #1—clashing with Bain upon contact.

“30 SECONDS!”

Fecca: NOW WE’RE TALKING!

Con threw Matlock aside and got the upper-hand on Addams in the corner as he and Bain struck him with fists, elbows, knees, and feet- looking to drain them—to keep them down to make sure another comeback wasn’t on the horizon.

“15 SECONDS—15 SECONDS REMAIN!”

Letting Addams go in the corner—Bain turned his attention to Duke Andrews who managed to catch Bain with a shot to the face- dropping him for a second. Ducking beneath Esco’s running attempt and managed to send Esco into the cage- with his momentum acting against him.

Fecca: ANDREWS IS FENDING NATURAL SELECTION OFF!

Styles: DON’T STOP DUKE, KEEP THE FIGHT GOING!

“10 SECONDS!”

Styles: WHO’S NEXT?

"9.. 8.. 7.. 6.."

Fecca: THE ENGINE THAT COULD! KEEP CHUGGIN’ DUKE, KEEP CHUGGIN!

Duke hit Con with a left hand—then hit Bain with a right hand—Matlock was decked too but before he could make it four of a kind—Addams killed Duke’s chances to shine with a kick to the back of the knee and a float-over face buster. As Duke’s face bounced off of the mat- Addams popped up and held his ribs, the center point of his injury, when Natural Selection attacked him, it never went away.

"5.. 4.. 3.. 2.."

Fecca: WHO!?

"1.."

Styles: RYAN CAIN! IT’S RYAN CAIN!

Cain was the smallest man in the match- but he was probably the quickest. Booking it to the ring, he entered through Ring #1—Sharpe closed the door behind him as he stood tall. Looking over towards Bain and Esco who was down in the corner- his attention was fixed onto Matlock now as he slowly got to his feet—then to his partner- Duke Andrews. Scott walked over towards Bain and started putting the boots to’em as Cain looked around the ring still- looking who to target.

Fecca: Cain is scouting his prey- he has to remain sharp, especially with Duke being on the blunt end of that kick to the back of the knee!

Noticing Ryan was just standing there—Addams moved towards him and held his arms out—questioning Ryan. Getting in his face—Addams shouted something about eliminating Natural Selection whilst pointing towards Bain and Esco and pointed in Ryan’s chest—causing Ryan to take a step back and hold his hands in front of him—he didn’t want trouble it seemed.. then he exploded forward..

Fecca: ZERO KICK! ZERO KICK! RYAN JUST KNOCKED ADDAMS SILLY!

Styles: WHAT THE HELL!? CAIN AND ANDREWS ARE BEING COUNTER-PRODUCTIVE! THEY’RE SUPPOSED TO BE MAKING SURE PWT ELIMINATES NATURAL SELECTION! THESE IDIOTS!

Fecca: WHAT DO YOU EXPECT THEM TO DO!? THEY’RE EITHER PROVOKED OR FORCED INTO AN ALTERCATION!

Styles: TURN THE OTHER CHEEK, THIS ISN’T ABOUT FIGHTING- THIS IS ABOUT KILLING NATURAL SELECTION! THEY NEED TO BREAK BAIN AND ESCO DOWN BEFORE THAT BULL SHARK GETS OUT HERE- CAUSE THAT’S WHEN IT’S GONNA HIT THE FAN!

Cain stood over Addams and shook his head- Matlock shoved Cain forward—asking him “WHAT THE HELL?!” Cain and Matlock got into a little shouting contest—as behind them—Bain and Esco had gotten a hold of Duke Andrews and was working him over. Bain focused on Andrews’ mid-section and Esco his upper-body. Ryan noticed this—but before he could make the save for his team, Matlock grabbed him by the wrist and spun him around. Ryan went to throw a punch, but Matlock ducked beneath it and locked Ryan in a waist-lock—looking for a German Suplex, but Cain blocked it with a hook of the leg.

Fecca: Blocked German Suplex attempt there! But look in the corner—Natural Selection’s Bain and Esco are taking apart Duke Andrews!

Styles: RYAN AND DUKE ARE STUPID! THIS SHOULD BE FOUR ON TWO RIGHT NOW—BUT NO. NOOOOOO, MEGASTAR JUST HAD TO GET TWO EGOTISTICAL, SELF-CENTERED BASTARDS!

Matlock had shoved Ryan forward as Ryan grabbed a hold of the ropes. Turning around at the right moment—he managed to flip Matlock up and over with a back body drop into Ring #2 as Ryan followed.

“1 MINUTE REMAINS!”

Fecca: So far—minus the drama, this has been nothing but epic. These men.. so far, these six men, they’re fighting with everything they’ve got. Andrews and Cain may be The Expendables, but with how they’re moving- you’d think they’re fighting for their jobs!

Styles: Fighting for their jobs?! BOBB-O!? HELLO!? DID YOU MISS THE MEMO THAT SAID NATURAL SELECTION WANTS TO BURN US TO THE GROUND!?

Fecca: I’M SAYING IT’S INSPIRING HOW THEY’RE FIGHTING FOR WHAT THEIR CAPTAIN BELIEVES, WHAT’S WRONG WITH THAT?!

Styles: THE PROBLEM IS THEY’RE SELFISH! DUKE AND RYAN SHOULD BE PAIRED WITH SCOTTY AND MATLOCK AND THEY SHOULD BE RIPPING BAIN AND ESCO APART!

While Fecca and Styles argued over practically nothing, Matlock had gained the upper-hand on Ryan, he had managed to hit Ryan with a short right hand and followed it up with a scoop slam. Locking Ryan’s arm, Matlock twisted and bent it—almost half the participants in the match was in, things needed to start and dwindle down—being tired wasn’t enough, preparing someone to lose—anyone would need to begin. Matlock cranked at Ryan’s arm as Andrews managed to break away from Bain and Esco and get into Ring #2 where he got Matlock off of Ryan with a kick to the back of the head. Con and Addams were going blow for blow—right hand for right hand..

Styles: ESCO AND ADDAMS ARE GOING SHOT FOR SHOT! LOOK AT’EM GO!

When Esco struck some fans—mainly Natural Selection enthusiasts busted out chants of “CON!” and when Addams struck—PWT fans chanted “SCOTT!” Con of course hit harder—but Addams was quicker—and managed to turn the shots into what he liked to call “Master of the Midwest” which was a punching combo followed by a kick to the back of the head- and then to finish it off, a running knee to the face that knocked Esco off of his feet.

“30 SECONDS, 3O SECONDS REMAIN!”

In Ring #2, Duke and Ryan were making sure Matlock was grounded as Bain and Addams were exchanging shots. Con was in the process of getting to his feet after that crazy combo at the hands of Addams a little while ago. Bain had been in the longest, but he continued to push—Duke and Matlock were next in order—and Matlock wasn’t looking too good right now with Ryan and Andrews taking him apart piece by piece.

“15 SECONDS!”

Fecca: WE KNOW TEAM PWT IS NEXT, BUT WHO ARE THEY GOING TO SEND OUT!? WILL IT BE THE PWT CHAMPION; DAMIEN COLLINS?! MAYBE HALF THE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS IN TANK?! OR WHAT ABOUT ZAREK LYLE?! WHO’S IT GONNA BE?!

“10 SECONDS!”

"9.. 8.. 7.. 6.. 5.. 4.. 3.. 2.."

Styles: SEND’EM ALL OUT! THIS IS WAR, EVERYONE GET OUT HERE, NEVERMIND THE TIMER!

"1!"

As the buzzer hit- the fans jumped to their feet as Zarek Lyle made his way down to the ring with a quick sprint, he got into the ring via Ring #1 and quickly pounced on Esco who was down on a knee. Esco shoved Lyle backwards though—hitting Bain as Bain quickly wrapped Lyle up in a sleeper and snapped downwards- causing Lyle’s head to bounce off of the mat- he grabbed it immediately as Bain fired off that cocky grin as he tapped at his temple—that was the experience factor coming through. Matlock in Ring #2 managed to slow Cain down—first delivering  a elbow-shot to the side of the head—Matlock then hit Duke in the gut. The fans opened up chants of “MATLOCK” as Matt hit Cain with a vicious knife-edged chop that sent Ryan hitting the turnbuckle. Duke tried a cheap-shot but Matlock ducked beneath it and caught him in a waist-lock as he plucked Andrews off of the mat and dropped him on the back of his head with an overhead release German Suplex.

Fecca: PWT’S CAPTAIN REFUSES TO GIVE IN! HE’S ON THE OFFENSIVE AGAIN!

Cain pushed himself from the corner and moved towards Matlock- but Matlock trapped him with an inverted waist-lock. Quickly pulling Cain off of his feet- Matlock nailed Cain with a release overhead belly to belly suplex as that caused him to sit up and raise his arms in the air—feeding off of the crowd that was quick to cheer for him—Matlock’s change into a leader has really got the people seeing the true talent that he was instead of what he was perceived to be- a waste of space and oxygen. Matlock taking charge of PWT in the wake of Natural Selection’s birth.. it made people see that heroes come in unlikely form. As two of Team Megastar was put down by Matlock who was on the rebound—Matlock noticed Bain and Esco with the advantage over Addams and Lyle in Ring #1 and made his way towards it.. The crowd went crazy the second Matlock got into the ring—Natural Selection versus Team PWT..

Styles: THREE ON TWO! HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE OUTNUMBERED?!

Matlock moved behind Esco and kicked him in the back of the tree-trunk he called a knee. Breaking his attention long enough to allow Matlock to follow It up with a kick to the back of the head. Bain turned around and tried to throw a right hand—but Addams managed to catch his arm before he landed—which would have been against the back of Matlock’s head as Lyle zoomed forward and dropkicked the back of Bain’s knee, taking him down. All of Team PWT now unloaded on Marcus—as Bain did the smart thing and got down on the ground and covered his head as Team PWT’s frustrations all came out.

Fecca: YES! THE ADVANTAGE IS FINALLY OURS! LISTEN TO THE CROWD, LISTEN TO THEM ROAR FOR TEAM PWT FINALLY GIVING NATURAL SELECTION WHAT THEY DESERVE!

Con tried to help Bain out—but Team PWT’s one man advantage was the edge. As Matlock took on Con in the corner—Lyle and Addams were keeping the offensive up on Bain. The New Revolution used their tag team experience and whipped Bain into the ropes- Lyle hit Bain in the gut with a knee- flipping him over as Addams dropped a leg across Bain’s chest. Matlock had managed to pick Con up in powerslam like position and sprinted towards the cage—sending Con into it head first like a dart.

Styles: TAKE OUT THESE NO GOOD BASTARDS! YES!

Ryan Cain managed to get up and to his feet—looking towards Duke Andrews who was beginning to get fatigued—Ryan wasn’t the type to slow down, he would push the pace. Standing up now, erect—Ryan made his way to the ropes and got in, Matlock didn’t see it but Ryan managed to run forward- and with that same momentum grabbed hold of Matlock’s wrist and threw him into the ropes. Matlock hit it so hard and his face slammed against the steel—but Ryan wasn’t done there. A s Matlock’s face bounced cage, Ryan got amazing elevation and dropkicked Matlock in the back of the head- causing Matlock’s face to yet again slam into the steel- this time, it cut Matlock right above the left eye as Matlock crumbled down to the ground. Addams and Cain were the next to throw blows—Addams looked to have an advantage with hand speed, but Ryan ultimately was fresher and was able to move quicker.

“30 SECONDS REMAIN!”

Fecca: Cain and Addams is as if, they were made to go against each other!

Styles: Sure, I don’t have a problem with that- not at all.. BUT LET’S TAKE CARE OF THE CANCER FIRST!

Fecca: LIKE CROSS SAID, IT DOESN’T MATTER IF “TEAM PWT” WINS- TEAM MEGASTAR CAN WIN IT TOO- JUST AS LONG AS NATURAL SELECTION DOESN’T WIN!

Styles: BOBB-O YOU IDIOT, HOW CAN YOU BEAT NATURAL SELECTION WHEN YOU BUST THE CAPTAIN OF TEAM PWT OPEN!? EARTH TO ROBERT- EARTH TO ROBERT C. FECCA!

“15 SECONDS REMAIN!”

Ducking beneath Addams’ attempt to once again fire off the flurry called “Midwest Master,” Cain hit the ropes and upon the comeback, hit Addams with a flying crossbody. As Cain stood up—Lyle got behind him, jumped into the air and placed his knees in the mid of Cain’s back and yanked backwards- drilling Ryan with a backstabber as the crowd went crazy!

Fecca: ZAREK JUST PUT CAIN DOWN!

“10 SECONDS!”

Styles: MAYBE THAT’LL KNOCK SENSE INTO’EM!

"9.. 8.. 7.. 6.."

Fecca: WHO’S GONNA BE NEXT FOR TEAM MEGASTAR?!

"5.."

Styles: LYLE KEEP IT UP!

"4.. 3.. 2.."

Andrews spun Lyle around and hit’em with a right hand that rocked’em, but before Duke could follow up with it—Con managed to get to his feet and cut Duke off in mid-motion with yet ANOTHER huge OWN3D that this time had Duke clutching his ribs on the ground.

Styles: CON JUST OWN3D DUKE, AGAIN!

"1!"

The buzzer sounded and the camera cut to the top of the ramp—but nobody was moving through the curtain. Waiting for a few seconds, still nobody walked out. On the PWTron it flickered to life showing the body of Cross- face first on the ground with a ring of fire circling him.

Fecca: LOOK! CROSS IS OUT COLD! HE’S SUPPOSED TO BE THE NEXT MAN OUT HERE!

Styles: FIRE?! THAT’S THE SIGNATURE OF ONE PERSON- THAT MUTANT NEVYMORR!

Fecca: BUT NEV IMPLIED THAT IT WASN’T HIM!

Styles: IT WASN’T HIM?! THEN WHERE WAS HE WHEN SHADOW GOT ATTACKED?! WHERE WAS HE THIS PAST WEEK WHEN TEAM PWT COULD OF USED THE ASSURANCE AND HE WASN’T IN NATURAL SELECTION?!

Fecca: CROSS.. IS LAYED OUT, I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS!

As the scene cut back to the ring—Con was mounted on Duke, firing off hard rights and lefts as Bain was set up in the corner- Lyle had turned his attention to Bain for a second, but Bain managed to block a few right hands and fired off a kick that stunned him—as Bain pushed himself out of the corner and threw Zarek into it and begun to fire off kicks and punches of his own. Addams had whipped Cain into the ropes facing Ring #2 and Scott clotheslined Ryan, causing him to spill in between the ropes that saw Ring #1 and #2 be connected. As Ryan stood up- Addams hit’em with a few forearm shots as once again Ryan spilled into Ring #2 where Addams followed. Matlock was firing down on Andrews as Bain had managed to back up far enough and break into a HUGE spring. Getting high in the air- almost to the point where his head scraped the top of the cage—Bain’s body crashed against Lyle’s in Stinger Splash fashion.

Fecca: WHAT AN ATHLETE BAIN IS!

Sweat poured down Bain’s head—Matlock looked like he had ran a marathon and Andrews? His hair was matted from the sweat. These three men were in since the beginning and still haven’t showed signs of slowing down, there wasn’t any time for that, they needed to keep pushing to make sure that their respected team would walk out the victor of WarGames… too much was riding on this match for each side—nobody would wanna be on the losing end of this one.  Lyle stumbled out of the corner as Con came from the side, leaped into the air and jammed Lyle’s face into the mat with a bulldog—as Natural Selection’s Bain and Esco stood tall in Ring #2—watching as Matlock attempted to break Andrews down and Cain get the upper-hand on Addams, smiling.

Styles: THOSE SICK FREAKS! THEY SEE WHAT THEY’VE CAUSED THIS WEEK AND THEY ENJOY IT!

Pointing towards Cain and Addams- Con asked Bain which fight they wanted to attend to and Bain pointed towards Matlock and hit the cut-throat taunt. Moving towards Matt as he had Duke in a arm-bar, Bain reached down and stomped at the back of Matlock’s head—breaking the lock. Duke clutched at his shoulder as Con too added in on the stomping game as in Ring #2, Cain had whipped Addams into the ropes—as Cain ducked beneath an dropkick attempt from Ryan. As Addams hit the ropes, Ryan just managed to get to his feet as Addams leaped into the air and soared forward—slamming Cain down face-first into the mat with a face-buster. From there, Addams was beginning to get pumped as the crowd zeroed in on him and broke off chants of The Platinum Innovator—that was until he seen Natural Selection’s assault on Matlock. Moving towards Ring #1, Addams sighed before hopping onto the ropes—Cain had got to his feet but was still foggy from the face-buster and stumbled towards the ropes, hitting them, causing Addams to force a leap to the next set of ropes across from him. Bain spotted this and quickly popped up and kicked the top-rope- the vibration caused Addams to lose footing and land in almost like a split-legged moonsault position on the ropes—and hitting the ropes off the rebound we seen Bain hop up- grab hold of the top of the cage and then have his legs land on Addams’ shoulders.

Fecca: WHAT THE?!

Addams managed to fight—showing amazing strength he stood forward with Bain on his shoulders looking as if he was about to hit a powerbomb on Bain- but leaving his gut area was a mistake..

Styles: JESUS CHRIST!

JUST as Addams moved forward- he jumped, but before his body’s momentum could lean downwards and hit a power-bomb, Con made the save and hit the ropes, jumping as high as he could, his shoulder met Addams gut in mid air- it was like a Chevy Tahoe meeting a Mitsubushi Lancer as Addams body folded as Bain STILL managed to turn it into a hurricarranna!

Fecca: CON WITH THE SAVE! CON WITH THE SAVE!

By sacrificing himself, Con had used a lot of energy, but it saved Marcus from being dropped on the back of the head and facing a concussion that’d take him out of the match. Bain had gotten up and hit the ropes, he again hopped onto the top-rope, his head nearly clipping the top of the cage as Matlock dived over and gave Bain of what Addams felt. Losing his footing—Bain dropped down and landed between his legs on the ropes as Matlock shrugged off the exhaustion- he shrugged off the blood that dropped into his eye and pushed himself up.

Styles: MATLOCK IS UP!

Moving towards Bain, he cradled Bain on the left side of his shoulder and picked him up—making sure to pull Bain’s leg down, causing Bain to have trouble to get a good breath from the position he was locked in.. which would cause greater damage from what Matlock was intending on doing..

Fecca: MATLOCK-GO-ROUND 06!

Styles: BUT LOOK CO-

Con was looking to hit another OWN3D, but as he sprinted forward, Addams used what he had left and grabbed Con’s leg and tripped him, Con lost balance and hit the cage head first, stumbling backwards, he turned around and Lyle came off the ropes, the added bonus of attacking a staggered Con was he’d have a better chance of executing something without Con throwing him across the ring like a munchkin. Lyle leaped up and looked for a head-scissors—but with one snap movement—from what looked like a handstand position—Zarek’s hands adjusted and folded across his own chest and pulled all of his weight the OPPOSITE side of Con—which lead to Con being spiked on his head with the Warrior’s Cry.

Fecca: I.. HAVE NE- NEVER SEEN THAT DONE BEFORE!

Styles: THAT’S WHY HE’S TEAM PWT! THAT’S WHY ZAREK IS TEAM PWT, BABY!

“1 MINUTE REMAINS!”

Andrews had been done a good while and tried to work up a form of offense, but by this point- Matlock was already a fire breathing dragon and wasn’t having it. Shoving Duke into the ropes, Duke came forward as Matlock hit the mat on his stomach while Lyle ducked under a HUGE clothesline attempt from Duke—then leaped up and placed his knees against Duke’s back and pulled downwards—

Fecca: LYLE TAKES—LOOK AT ADDAMS!

If he was any taller, this would of failed—but as Lyle pulled Duke down—Addams had hit the top rope and managed to pull a Shooting Star Press off and landed on Duke—the fans of course ate this up as now.. Team PWT controlled the aspect of the war!

Styles: YES!

Fecca: .. Oh.. No.. Look..

The crowd? From cheering Addams and Lyle’s efforts broke into a strong chorus of boos as pushing through the curtain was..

Styles: .. It’s the mastermind of this all..

Yep..

Fecca: THE PRODIGAL SON!

“30 SECONDS REMAIN!”

Styles: WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING OUT HERE WHEN THERE’S 30 SECONDS LEFT ON THE TIMER?!

Fecca: WHO’S GONNA STEP UP AND TELL HIM ANYTHING?!

Styles: IF THAT’S THE CASE, THEN LET’S GET THE WHOLE TEAM PWT HERE RIGHT NOW! TANK—COLLINS! HURRY UP!

Jake casually walked down the ramp, he looked so cool- so collected, but that was a bad thing. Team PWT noticed Jake was next as they watched on as he slowly took his time to hit the ring. Ryan Starr, who had remained neutral thus far even turned to watch the spectacle of The Bull Shark as step by step—slowly but surely, he inched his way closer to the ring.

“10 SECONDS REMAIN!”

Reaching the end of the ramp, he looked at Ring #1 where Bain , Esco and Andrews was grounded—he stopped dead in his tracks and stared at Team PWT who was staring him down—Matlock called for him to hit the ring as Lyle and Addams followed.

Styles: JAKE DOESN’T WANT ANY OF IT!

Cracking a smirk- Jake turned and headed towards the door to Cage #2—that’s when he spotted Ryan Cain who was slowly getting to his feet, blood had left Ryan’s nose, apparently the face-buster did more damage than it looked to have.

“9.. 8.. 7”

Fecca: .. Look at him, he’s staring at Cain like a tiger and a piece of steak! Was Ryan right?! Is Jake going to indulge in his own selfish need and use this as a chance to get back at Ryan Cain or is he going to remain focused?!

Styles: WHO CARES?!

“6..”

Jake headed towards the cage door—getting closer to it as Cain’s head popped up and he saw Andrews down—he crawled towards the ropes, he knew he had to put up a stand—he didn’t know that he was being targeted, let alone by The Prodigal Son.

“5.. 4.. 3”

Finally reaching the door- Frank Mason opened it as Jake looked into the ring, still staring at Ryan.

“2..”

Looking up- Team PWT’s attention followed Jake as he cracked another smile before quickly shifting his attention towards Frank Mason with a look of pure murderous intent..

Styles: FRANK, WATCH OU-

“1..”

Fecca: JAKE JUST PRODIGAL DROPPED FRANK MASON! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ABOUT?!

As Jake’s attention snapped towards Frank, he tried to say something but Jake turned his body, leaped into the air and planted Mason down onto the thinly padded concrete floor- causing him to jump to his feet. The timer’s buzzer sounded-- Which  we now seen Jake sliding into the ring- Jake grabbed the door behind him and slammed it shut, as he stood alone in Ring #2—staring off at Team PWT.

Fecca: THIS IS WHAT WE’VE BEEN WAITING FOR SINCE HE SHOWED UP!

Styles: NEVERMIND THE STARING- GET’EM! GET’EM!

Addams and Lyle were the first two gung-ho bastards to go at The Prodigal Son- and that’s when it all changed. His facial expression- his body language, from cool and reserved—he turned into a maniac- all this could be tell by how intense his face was. As Addams came at Jake, Jake met Addams with a right hand as he hit Lyle with a back elbow—sorta like Sting when he was fighting more than one guy. Lyle tried a right hand, but Jake ducked beneath it and managed to mule kick Addams in the gut before he could step forward—As Lyle turned around Jake leaped into the air and PLANTED Lyle with a Prodigal Drop.

Fecca: PRODIGAL DROP!

Matlock quickly made his way towards Jake as while Addams was doubled over from the mule kick to the gut- Jake then planted HIM with ANOTHER Prodigal Drop.

Fecca: .. AND ANOTHER!

Lastly, Matlock attempted to spin Jake around but Jake turned the other direction- leaped and then hit MATLOCK with a Prodigal Drop as he jumped up and looked down Team PWT before bringing his arms out to the side like Hassan used to and cocked his head back—staring up at the ceiling—anyone who said Jake wasn’t a monster- was anything less than a badass- well, they lied.

Fecca: AND ANOTHER! WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED TO TEAM PWT?! JAKE TOOK THEM DOWN IN A MATTER OF SECONDS!

Styles: DID YOU SEE HOW HIS DEMEANOR CHANGED?! HE ISN’T HUMAN! HE’S A DEMON, HE’S POSSESSED! THERE’S NO WAY A NORMAL HUMAN COULD DO WHAT HE JUST DID!

Selfish wants—selfish needs, that’s what Duke Andrews personified. As Jake was finished having his little ‘magazine moment’ with the pose- Andrews was like a bat out of hell and struck Jake in the back of the head with a forearm shot—sending The Prodigal Son forward. Jake quickly turned around and blocked a right hand from Duke—throwing one of his own. Duke blocked that—as this time Jake followed it up with a kick, but Duke dropped his hands and caught Jake’s leg. Spinning him around, Duke took the steam out of Jake with a clothesline that quickly stopped him- sending Jake to the ground.

Styles: FINALLY ANDREWS DOES SOMETHING RIGHT! TAKE THE HEAD OFF’EM!

Fans in the house ROARED when Duke mounted Jake and begun to throw punch after punch—not caring where it landed, just as long as it hit, that’s all that Duke cared about.

Styles: RAIN THOSE SHOTS DOWN DUKE! DON’T STOP UNTIL HE AIN’T BREATHING!

Fecca: GET’EM DUKE, GET’EM!

Esco had gotten into the ring and yanked Duke off of Jake—Jake quickly recovered, as Duke had been in the match for a while already—Duke’s shots wasn’t going to be as hard as it would of when the match first kicked off, naturally. Con slugged Duke with a right hand- as Duke exploded forward with one of his own. Addams- the first to feel the wrath of Jake’s Prodigal Drop-a-Thon was gathered in the corner, he too looked beat up, but he still had fight left in him. Hitting the ropes, hoping to get some speed to blast somebody with—Ryan had got to his feet as well and stood up—Bain yanked the top rope down before Scott could hit it and Addams was about to hit Cain accidently, but Cain ducked. Bain threw himself back as Addams landed on his feet with cat-like agility. Turning around—Bain looked to level Addams with a super kick, but Addams ducked beneath it and swept Bain off of his feet, Mortal Kombat style and threw a huge kick- decking Ryan. Dragging The FOCKing Franchise towards the cage—Addams attempted to slam Ryan’s head against it, but Ryan blocked it. Elbowing Addams—Ryan then hopped over the ropes from the outside—landed on the second turnbuckle INSIDE the ring and used that to springboard himself up and kick Addams in the back of the head—sending him face-first into the steel.

Fecca: WHAT AGILITY BY RYAN CAIN!

The crowd broke off into a standing ovation for Ryan’s display of athleticism as Ryan spotted Matlock and Lyle who managed to break up Duke and Con over in the other ring. Noticing Bain getting up—set up in the right place—Ryan looked around the arena as they all knew what was about to come about.. Ryan had that look in his eyes that Shawn Michaels used to get when he was about to do something crazy,.

Fecca: Watch Cain here.. Watch Cain.. WATCH CAIN…!

Bain managed to get to all fours as Ryan hit the ropes and slammed forward in fifth gear—using Bain as a way to get higher into the air, Cain stepped up onto Bain’s back and soared from Ring #1 to Ring #2 where Jake, Con, Matlock and Lyle stood. Andrews hit the deck as Ryan soared across the ring as turning his body in mid-air the camera flashes went crazy.

Styles: CAIN IS THROWING HIS BODY AT’EM!

Reaching out—Jake grabbed Con’s shoulder and pulled him away as Cain crashed down over Matlock and Lyle. Chants of “HOLY SHIT” broke out as the camera cut to Ring #1 where Bain looked around and spotted the fallen guys as he held up his fist and shook it. Sneaking around the corner—Jake crouched low as when Duke turned towards him—Jake launched himself in the air and snapped Duke down—hitting yet ANOTHER Prodigal Drop—the crowd ate this up as Jake kipped up to his feet and rolled his shoulders like Brock Lesnar while snapping his attention over at Scott Addams who was getting to his feet. Hitting the cut-throat motion—Bain nodded as Con headed towards the other ring with The Prodigal Son.

“1 MINUTE REMAINS!”

Jake.. Bain.. Con—these three men formed a triangle around Scott Addams who noticed this upon getting up. When Ryan hit Matlock and Lyle, due to Jake pulling Con away, Cain hit’em too hard and Cain’s head smacked against the base of the cage, a solid steel pipe and he didn’t look too sharp.

Fecca: Oh boy, this looks familiar!

Styles: How the hell do they have the numbers advantage when in actuality, THEY’RE OUTNUMBERED?!

Addams looked at each of the three before flipping them all off one at a time—causing Jake to nod- which had the troops storming in—Addams never stood a chance. Bain attacked Addams’ legs as Jake and Con went straight for his head. With a low-budget-like spear—Bain didn’t intend to take the air from Addams’ body, instead he just wanted him grounded so the rest of his body was easy for the picking. Stomping as if they were stomping a mud-hole in his ass and walking it dry—Natural Selection’s unity—lack of chance taking is what gave them the edge.

“30 SECONDS, 30 SECONDS REMAIN!”

Fecca: DC OR TANK!? DC OR TANK!?

Matlock and Lyle started to move—Matlock, the toughest bastard in the match hands down was the first to see what was going on in the other ring and of course his heart was saying “Go.. Go” but his body.. his beaten body and bloody face was saying “No.. No.” He tried to crawl toward the ropes—the fans begun to band behind Matlock’s comeback as he pushed himself up to a knee, from a knee he got to his feet as he stared across at Jake who simply cocked his head back—Matlock then shook his head and shouted “NO SURRENDER, JAKE! I WON’T GIVE UP!”

Styles: MATLOCK IS UNBELIEVABLE! I CAN’T BELIEVE HIS HEART!

Lyle got to his feet in the corner of Ring #2 as he looked on—Matlock was stumbling a bit but he was OK. Jake took this as a way to finish off Team PWT—by destroying it’s captain as he got into the ring. Con was about to follow, but Jake told him “No” by holding his hand out, Con looked on as Jake shook his head—he didn’t want Con’s help.

Fecca: D- I- IS MATLOCK CHALLENGING JAKE?! MATLOCK, YOU’VE BEEN IN THIS SINCE THE BEGINNING!

“15 SECONDS!”

Getting into the ring—Jake continued to stare at Matlock as Zarek moved forward, looking to assist his captain. Matlock—he did the same as Jake and told Zarek “NO” with pure emotion as Zarek looked on-  Jake didn’t bother showing attention to Zarek as he stared a hole through Matlock, Cain had finally showed signs of movement as well, getting to a knee while holding his head in pain from slamming it when he did that body dive.

“10 SECONDS!”

Fecca: THE TWO CAPTAINS ARE GONNA SQUARE OFF! THIS IS CRAZY!

Styles: MATLOCK AND JAKE, FINALLY!

Moving forward—both men stepped at almost the same time.

“9.. 8.. 7.. 6..”

Styles: C’MON MATLOCK!

“5..”

They were a few feet away from each other as all eyes were on them. Andrews had rolled to the side and looked towards what was about to happen—Bain and Con was near the back of Ring #1 and Addams had got his head up as well. Lyle was watching like a hawk as Cain was standing tall.

“4.. 3.. 2..”

Ducking beneath Matlock’s arm—Jake stopped about.. 6 inches away from Ryan Cain as Ryan’s attention lifted from the canvas of the mat to Jake as the two men went eye to eye.

“1..”

Fecca: JAKE WENT STRAIGHT FOR CAIN, HE DUCKED UNDER MATLOCK! WHAT?!

Styles: JAKE’S BITTERNESS IS SHOWING! HE’S GONNA BLOW IT HERE!

The buzzer sounded as Tank came sprinting down to the ring—Frank Mason still showed no signs of life, Tank got into the ring—the crowd BOO’D like crazy as they thought they were going to get that Jacob Mitchell/Ryan Cain showdown everyone wanted to see- but Jake’s attention shifted. All it took was a second for Jake to look who was coming out for Team PWT, cause when he looked again Cain and shot a Zero Kick his way..

Styles: CAIN’S LOOKING TO TAKE JAKE OUT!”

BUT NO! Jake ducked beneath it at the last second causing Ryan’s foot to fly in Matlock’s direction. Jake hit the ropes as Matlock caught Ryan’s leg and somehow turned it into an awfully hurtful looking Single Leg crab—Matlock locked it in as he sat down. Lyle tried to cut Jake off as Jake bounced off of it with a clothesline, but Jake ducked beneath it and his momentum carried him forward as he leaped and grabbed hold of Matlock’s head from the back and planted him face first into the mat with ANOTHER Prodigal Drop!

Styles: ENOUGH WITH IT ALREADY! HOW MUCH PRODIGAL DROPS HAVE HE HIT?!

In one fluid motion, Jake didn’t get up and instead rolled into Ring #1—when he pushed himself up all cool thinking he was the master of the universe—he turned around and stepped right into Tank’s MASSIVE Flying Discus Lariat.

Styles: TANK TOOK JAKE DOWN! TANK ALMOST TOOK JAKE’S HEAD OFF OF HIS SHOULDERS WITH THAT, WOW! NOW IS THE TIME FOR THE MELODRAMA TO END! LIKE VOLTRON, UNIT AND TAKE NATURAL SELECTION OUT! KILL THE HEAD, KILL THE HEAD!

Fecca: LISTEN TO THE PEOPLE, THEY’RE ON FIRE!

It was like a switch was flipped in the arena- as even Team PWT and Duke Andrews had caught the memo as they got to their feet—Addams and Lyle—Matlock was slow, Cain was beginning to get up as well but toppled back down, the guy had a history of back issues the single leg crab wasn’t exactly a walk in the park. Team PWT managed to get into Ring #1, Matlock was bloody and moving slow—The New Revolution.. Tank.. and Matlock—they looked at each other as Duke rolled into the ring and moved right past Jake—standing aside of Team PWT—THE CROWD BLEW THE ROOF OF THE ARENA!

Fecca: LOOK! NOW THEY’RE WORKING TOGETHER!

Matlock gazed over at his shoulder at Cain who clutched his lower-back in pain and then down at Jake who had turned to his stomach after taking that huge shot from Tank—Bain and Con, though? They didn’t back down. Standing their ground—without hesitation Team PWT and Duke moved forward—5 on 2, Natural Selection got a taste of their own medicine now.

Fecca: YES! YES! UNITY! UNITY BETWEEN THE TWO TEAMS, THIS IS WHAT WE’VE BEEN WAITING FOR!

Styles: GET UP RYAN! WE NEED EVERY MAN WE CAN GET!

Ryan was a non-factor the whole match, it was like he wasn’t even there. He didn’t want to get involved and do something that’d risk his well-being, there was too much riding on the line—he knew that. Jake showed signs of movement- Matlock picked up on it and cut it off before Jake could get some momentum going. Hitting Jake with punches and kicks as Andrews jumped in—the unity that was being exhibited would be the death of Natural Selection- there’s no way Team PWT and Megastar TOGETHER would be able to be defeated by four man—no way in hell. Matlock shoved Jake into the corner as he and Duke took turns firing off shots. Bain and Con was in opposing turnbuckles as well as the crowd was getting pumped by the dismantling of Natural Selection. As Tank held Bain in one corner while Lyle kicked at his gut, taking the energy out of his body—Addams sprinted and got some MAD elevation and crashed down on Bain with a Platinum Splash as the crowd popped!

Fecca: YES!

Con attempted to get back into the fight and pushed himself out of the turnbuckle but Andrews cut him off with a chopblock- dropping The Effin’ Beast. Tank picked him up and launched him back with a hard knife edged chop as Lyle and Tank held him in the corner. Matlock had climbed onto the second turnbuckle and begun to pound away at Jake’s head with hard right hands—the crowd chanted along IT’S A Czafter each hit. At the ninth one—Matlock paused and looked around the arena before nodding and shouting..

"PEE.. DUBBA.. FUCKING T!"

Styles: WHO CARES ABOUT FINES?! WE’RE TAKING THEM APART! PWT.. P.. W.. FREAKIN’ T!

Fecca: IT’S A CELEBRATION! I BET JAKE WISHES THAT HE HAD FIVE MEN IN THIS AFTERALL, DOESN’T HE?! BAIN HAS BEEN IN SINCE THE BEGINNING, CON’S GETTING GASSED—AND JAKE IS GETTING HIS ASS KICKED BY MATLOCK! THIS IS GOING JUST THE WAY WE NEED IT TO GO!

Bringing down that final punch—Matlock moved back and whipped Jake into Tank as Tank picked Jake off of the floor and hit him with a HARD spinning spinebuster—once more the crowd went bananas as Addams sprinted across the ring and CRASHED over Con as Con stumbled forward—right into the willing arms of Duke Andrews as for payback of the thousands of “OWN3D” he’d been hit with—as Con stepped right into an Andrews Effect. Bain stepped forward; taking a page out of the great Roddy Piper and threw a few wild right and left hands, of course nobody was even remotely close to him before he flopped on the mat face-first- the crowd loved it—they loved to see the cancer in PWT be slowly decimated—this brought things into perspective—Team Megastar was definitely a help.

Fecca: ALL THREE MEMBERS OF NATURAL SELECTION ARE DOWN!

Styles: AND YOU KNOW WHAT’S EVEN BETTER NEWS THAN THAT, BOBB=O!? TEAM MEGASTAR SENDS THE NEXT GUY OUT AND IT’S EITHER STEVENSON OR GENERAL BLOOD HIMSELF.. MEGASTAR MITCHELL!

Matlock picked Jake up, throwing a shot, Jake managed to knock Matlock backwards, but Tank and Lyle swarmed him, making sure that he didn’t get a chance to steam ahead. Bain showed some signs of life but Duke and Addams kept him down with stomps—Ryan was beginning to inch his way towards the turnbuckle where he’d attempt to regroup and figure how bad his back was hurt—the extent of the injury, if you will. Jake tried to fight through, but the three men kept Jake’s momentum on a leash, Jake managed to hit Matlock with a right hand and struck Lyle with a left, but Tank’s mass came into effect as she shoved Jake backwards before sprinting forward and catching Jake as he hit the turnbuckle with a shoulder to the gut. Hitting it a few more times—this did it’s damage—as Duke fired off stomps aimed at the back of Bain’s head- Addams picked Bain’s arm up and locked him in some kind of reverse armbar, this was as Tank switched his attention to Con- Esco reached to grab the second rope as Tank stomped at Con’s exposed ribs, taking more energy out of The Effin’ Beast.

“1 MINUTE REMAINS!”

As Lyle and Matlock attempted to keep Jake locked in the corner—away from Bain and Esco, Jake continued to try and fight on, he was throwing right hands, but for every shot he threw and missed- Lyle and Addams connected, which then sent The Prodigal Son down onto the mat, holding his head in pain. As tough as he was, taking straight punches to the head by two people at the same time would do damage—but then it also had to be taken into effect that the more punishment Jake took—the angrier he’d ultimately get, which would then cause him to lose touch of reality and just go into berserk mode. Stomping down at Jake—Lyle stepped back and bounced off of the ropes. Sprinting forward—Lyle’s boot slammed against Jake’s face—hitting a crazy looking Face Wash. Tank picked Bain up in a power slam like position and sprinted across the ring—throwing Bain into the steel like a football. Bain struck it pretty hard and landed between the cage and ropes, hitting the mat hard.

“30 SECONDS, 30 SECONDS REMAIN IN THE PERIOD!”

Tank attempted to scoop Con up as the crowd went crazy—but Con managed to pull his weight down and landed behind Tank. Shoving him forward, Tank’s momentum carried him forward as he hit the cell—Con sprinted behind him and kicked him behind the thigh and as Tank doubled over—Con grabbed a hold of his weights and threw Tank head first into the cage.

Fecca: NOW CON’S FIGHTING BACK!

Turning around—Lyle tried to hit Con with a kick punch, but Con blocked it and hit Lyle in the mid-section, before Addams and Matlock pounced him and got him back down to a knee. Lyle rushed forward and had his foot slam against Con’s head with a shining wizard that caused Con to crumble to the mat, attempting to roll to his back to catch some air.

“15 SECONDS!”

Styles: TEAM PWT AND DUKE ANDREWS ARE DOING A GOOD JOB OF KEEPING NATURAL SELECTION DOWN! WE’RE GOING TO ELIMINATE THEM, I CAN SEE IT!

“10 SECONDS!”

Jake reached up and grabbed the second rope—like Austin used to do, Jake pulled himself up and stood tall while looking over towards Team PWT and Duke Andrews—calling for them to give’em all they had. Whether people liked it or not—in this match alone, Jake’s leadership and looking out for the well-being of his ‘soldiers’ came into effect more than once—that was the reason they fought along side him—that’s why every week they fought for Jake’s will, they knew that he’d do the same for them in a heart-beat. Once more Team PWT and Andrews rushed Jake—this time Jake did the smart thing and quickly got into Ring #2 where Ryan had finally gotten to his feet, but he was holding his back—it didn’t look good.

“9.. 8.. 7.. 6.. 5.. 4.. 3..”

As Jake turned towards Ryan—he was about to rush him, but Addams and Lyle cut him off before he could take Ryan down—protecting him. Turning around—Tank, Matlock and Duke Andrews stood, blocking his path back into Ring #1.

“2..”

Fecca: They’re protecting Ryan! I can’t believe this!

“1..”

Jake shrugged before he rushed towards the injured Ryan Cain again, but The New Revolution cut that off—Matlock and Tank also zoomed forward, making sure Jake didn’t get his goal. As the buzzer sounded..

Fecca: DREW STEVENSON!  IT’S DREW STEVENSON!

Drew jogged down to the ring—no sense in breaking a sweat when they had everything under control. Sharpe opened the door as Drew got into the ring, closing it behind him—Drew quickly went to work on Marcus Bain. Before Bain could get into Ring #2 and help Jake out—Drew lifted him up from behind and dropped him over his knee with an Atomic Drop. As Bain landed, Drew spun Bain around and threw his arm over his—lifting him into the air, Drew looked like he was about to hit a Rock Bottom, but instead switched it into a sit-out positioning, the crowd popped as Drew jumped to his feet and picked Bain’s legs up, crossed’em and turned him over..

Styles: MISSOURI CLOVERLEAF! DREW HAS BAIN LOCKED IN, AND BAIN HAS NO-WHERE TO GO!

While Drew pulled back—Bain pounded on the mat with his fist this was as Con had hit the ropes and stormed towards Drew. Breaking the Missouri Cloverleaf before Con could explode forward, Drew ducked beneath Con’s oncoming haymaker and knocked Drew a few times aside of the head with elbow-shots, trying to break up the oncoming attempt. On the flipside—Matlock had Jake locked in the Mat-Lock—and Jake was getting torn up. Yelling in pain as Matlock finally let him go, Lyle and Addams picked him up—and sent him to the ropes. Ducking beneath Jake and hitting the mat—Jake leaped over Addams and stepped into Lyle to snapped him with a superkick as Addams dropped him with a German Suplex. The back of Jake’s head slammed against the mat as the crowd popped—Team PWT’s momentum was off the chain now—but over in Ring #1, Con had managed to break out of Stevenson’s attempt and lifted him into the air. Stalling him for a few seconds—Con dropped Drew on the dome of his head with his version of a vertical brainbuster known as “Capital Punishment.”

Fecca: WHILE JAKE IS GETTING RIPPED APART BY MOST OF TEAM PWT AND MEGASTAR IN RING #2, CON IS SLOWLY GAINING AN ADVANTAGE OVER IN RING #1!

Styles: THEY NEED TO CHANGE THEIR FOCUS! FOCUS ON CON, FOCUS ON CON!

Fecca: BUT WHAT ABOUT KILLING THE HEAD EDDIE?! THEY SHOULD KEEP THE PRESSURE UP!

Styles: LET CAIN DEAL WITH JAKE, CAIN HAS PROVEN HE CAN TAKE CARE OF HIM!

Con gathered back to his feet and stumbled backwards into the ropes—he knew that he had to use this opportunity to get his breath—cause it was just a matter of time before they’d attempt to single him out. Making sure he was at atleast 50% when they came at him, Con would be able to fight them off long enough to give Jake and Bain a chance to regather—and he also knew that Nev was the next man out, so that’d give them some edge having four guys in there. To gather attention—Con picked Drew off of his feet and spear headed him into the cage- over.. and over.. and over again. Finally taking a step back—Con beamed Drew into the side of the cage as Drew bounced off of it and fell in between the ropes and the cage—Duke tried to get over first, but Bain acting out of desperation tripped him up from the mat as Con plowed into him with a shoulder-block. Bain pushed himself up and cut Lyle off before he could get in the ring with a European Uppercut—as Con moved towards Drew who stood up and had a gash on his forehead. Grabbing Stevenson’s head- Con slammed the back of Drew’s head into the cage a few times, each time being a tad bit more vicious.

Styles: ESCO IS THE BLOOD PUMPING THROUGH NATURAL SELECTION’S VEINS NOW! THEY NEED TO SLOW HIM, STOP HIM GUYS, STOP HIS ASS NOW!

Matlock was reluctant on leaving Jake—despite his downed state, knowing that Jake could strike at any second, plus Ryan’s back.. it wasn’t exactly where everyone wanted it to be, with the sudden show of unity between the teams, Matlock told his troops—or well, Tank and Addams to stop Bain and Con’s sudden uproar. As they hit the ring—Con and Tank clashed upon contact, a anticipated show down due to kinda similar styles. Shot for shot Con and Tank went until Con picked his hand speed up and after hitting a hard right, followed up with a stiff left. Con managed to whip Tank into the ropes and slithering under the bottom rope as he managed to hit Matlock with a low-blow was Jake. Jumping up to his feet as Tank turned—Jake hit the ropes himself and put the sole of his foot into Tank’s face—dropping him.

Fecca: DEAD MAN’S SWITCH! JAKE JUST KICKED TANK’S HEAD OFF!

Now Jake quickly took this opportunity to rally the troops. Striking Addams across the back—Jake scooped Addams up and dropped him with a sidewalk slam as Lyle attempted to catch Jake from the back, but Bain stopped it with a quick Pele Kick. As Natural Selection rallied together and was back on the same page—taking Team PWT and Team Megastar by storm—Duke was the next victim as Con and Bain hit something.. now seen since the days of the ECW with Kronus and Saturn. Bain threw a high-kick that landed on target as Con swept Andrews’ feet from under him, knocking each part of his body one way as they stood up—Natural Selection stood as the lone 3 as they managed to fight the uphill battle at hand.. Things turned as quick as ever, Matlock though, he pushed on and stood up, still refusing to quit—doing what Jake did a little while ago and called Natural Selection to battle- to thwart their effort to destroy. Stepping up though—finally pushing through the pain we see Ryan Cain who stood next to Matlock and called for Jake to get over there as finally—we’d get that showdown everyone wanted. Jake moved into Ring #2 as Bain and Con followed—PWT and Megastar was put down.

Fecca: JAKE, BAIN AND ESCO ARE HEADED TOWARDS MATLOCK AND CAIN!

“1 MINUTE, 1 MINUTE REMAINS!”

Stopping in between the two rings—Jake pulled himself back into Ring #1 and backed up as he shook his head—Bain and Con laughed as Jake shouted towards Matlock and Cain to.. “GET YOUR BITCHASSES IN HERE!” as Jake pointed towards Drew who was wearing the crimson mask—sending Con and Bain towards him to grab his arms.

“30 SECONDS, 30 SECONDS REMAIN!”

Instead of clashing with Matlock and Cain, Bain and Esco held Andrews’ arms out to the side, his head dangled as Jake stepped over Lyle and Stevenson taking his place a few feet away from Andrews.

Fecca: MATLOCK AND CAIN! SAVE HIM, C’MON! DREW—ZAREK, TANK AND SCOTTY, GET UP!

“15 SECONDS!”

Jake held his right hand out calling for Matlock and Cain as the two looked at each other and nodded, before quickly heading towards Ring #1 where the crowd popped like crazy. Resting his back against the ropes, Jake didn’t move forward—he smirked still.

“10 SECONDS!”

Styles: STOP HIM!

“9.. 8.. 7.. 6..”

Fecca: IF ANDREWS BITES THE BULLET, HE MAY NOT BE ABLE TO MAKE IT THROUGH THE REST OF THE MATCH! GOD KNOWS HE’S ALREADY BEEN IN THERE SINCE THE START!

“5.. 4.. 3.. 2..”

Styles: IS IT HIM!? IS IT REALLY GOING TO BE NEVYMORR?!

“1..”

Moving past the curtain—with a slow walk as the buzzer blasted.. was in fact, Nevymorr.

Fecca: .. Why Nev.. WHY?! WHY LIE TO US?!

Styles: THAT’S THAT MUTANT, I’D KNOWN HIS FACE ANYWHERE! IMPOSTER?! I THINK NOT!

Nev held a stone-cold glare on his face as.. the lights in the arena flickered.

Fecca: WHAT THE?!

Flickering a few more times—it was as if Nevymorr’s body spontaneously combuted as he was suddenly on fire, flames engulfed Nev’s body as the crowd ROARED.

Fecca: WAIT, LOOK! ON THE TRON! I- IT’S NEVYMORR!

Staring off at the ring, the crowd went ballistic, this was insane. As ‘Nevymorr’ who dropped to the ground and tried to put the fire off on himself was literally burning to death—NEVYMORR STOOD ON THE TRON! The lights cut out again—everything in the arena seemed to get quiet as when the lights shot back on a few moments later?

Styles: WHAT THE HELL?!

Nev was standing in the center of Ring #1 where everyone—Matlock, Jake, The New Revolution, Bain, Andrews, Con, Ryan and Drew was – staring at Nev. Jake’s eyes seemed to pop out of his head as Nev rolled the bo-staff in his hands ON his hands before he lunged forward and knocked Jake in the stomach and then across the back. Bain launched forward but Nev picked him off with a shot to the side of the head. Con came at Nev from the left as Nev tripped him with the staff and slammed it across of Con’s throat—all this as the OTHER Nev was being hit with a fire extinguisher on the ramp by stagehands-

Fecca: NEV WAS TELLING THE TRUTH! THE MAN WE’VE BEEN SEEING WITH NATURAL SELECTION WAS A POSER! A FAKE NEVYMORR! I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS!

Styles: NEV JUST DESTROYED NATURAL SELECTION! MATLOCK- ADDAMS, LYLE AND TANK! GET UP! GET YOUR BUTT UP AND TAKE THE FIGHT TO’EM! ANDREWS, CAIN AND STEVENSON, LET’S GO! TAKE OUT JAKE, MAK- OH WHAT THE HELL!?

BANG! Nev then used the bo-staff and cracked it across of Matlock’s head as the fans buzzed. Driving it across of Lyle’s stomach he stepped back and avoided Addams assault before cracking him behind the knee. Hitting Lyle across the back—Tank tried to step forward but met the bo-staff with a shot to the gut and then Nev slammed it across the back of Tank’s head. Ryan tried to fire off something to stop Nev’s rampage, but Nev stepped back and took a baseball bat-like swing across Ryan’s back—the same injured back that Matlock exploited earlier with the single-leg grab. Popping up, he cracked Andrews across the chest with it and quickly stepped in- throwing Andrews’ arm over his. Lifting him into the air—Nev PLANTED Andrews with the Raven’s Claw.

Fecca: DID YOU JUST SEE THAT?! NEVYMORR DIDN’T JUST- WHAT WE THINK SET THE OTHER NEVYMORR ON FIRE, BUT HE JUST TOOK OUT 10 MEN.. ON HIS OWN!

Styles: WHO’S SIDE IS THIS MUTANT ON?! SERIOUSLY?! HE’S OBVIOUSLY NOT NATURAL SELECTION- HE’S OBVIOUSLY NOT PWT—THEN WHO’S SIDE?!

As Nev looked on at the destruction he left behind—he moved towards Matlock—then towards Addams as they were down next to each other. Pressing the blunt end of the bo-staff against their throats respectively—Nev shook his head and shouted, “I COULD OF HELPED YOU, YOU IDIOTS!”

Fecca: Wh- WHAT?! WHAT DOES HE MEAN HE COULD OF HELPED YOU!? DOES HE MEAN PWT?! DOES HE MEAN HE’S NOT WITH PWT?!

Styles: HE NEEDS TO BE LOCKED IN A MENTAL INSTITUTION BEFORE HE TURNS THIS INTO THE SCENE FROM THE MOVIE CARRIE WHERE HE BLOWS EVERYTHING UP WITH HIS MIND!

Nev shook his head as he stepped over the bodies scattered through Ring #1 and kicked the door open. Before stepping out—Nev pointed the staff at Ryan Starr who was looking on, all wide-eyed and smirked before stepping out of the cage and headed back up the ramp. The Fake Nev, Nevyrrwas as he should be called had been carted to the back—he probably suffered some crazy burns. Nev walked up the ramp, letting the staff rest against his right shoulder as he turned one last time and gazed at the cage before looking completely disgusted at what he saw and shook his head again before pushing past the curtain and disappearing to the back—leaving the ring with a bunch of broken bodies—all from one man.

Fecca: WE’RE SORRY NEV! WE DIDN’T MEAN IT LIKE THAT!

Styles: SORRY!? WHY ARE WE TELLING HIM SORRY WHEN HE WAS THE ONE THAT JUST KILLED ALL THREE TEAMS?! NEVYMORR IS SELFISH! HE’S A SELFISH MUTANTAND I REFUSE TO APOLOGIZE TO SOMEONE THAT MIGHT OF COST US OUR JOBS!

Fecca: WOULDN’T YOU BE BITTER EDDIE?! YOUR OWN TAG TEAM PARTNER CALLED YOU A LIAR! YOUR PEERS DIDN’T BELIEVE YOU NEITHER, WHAT ELSE IS NEV SUPPOSED TO DO!? HE WAS BACKED INTO A CORNER!

Styles: I DON’T WANNA HEAR IT! HE MIGHTA COST US EVERYTHING THE MUTANT!

Attention shifted back to Ring #1 where—well, to put it things was a disaster. It looked like a category five hurricane ripped through the ring—Hurricane Tristan to be exact. Jake was the first to show signs of movement—as was Drew Stevenson. Jake held his ribs in pain as he reached up and grabbed hold of the ropes, Drew too picked himself up as the fans started to gather behind Drew, giving him something to feed off of as far as energy goes. Jake pushed himself off of the ropes as he lunged at Drew and decked him with a HUGE right hand that seemed to almost slip off of Drew’s head from the blood that poured. Where Drew was down on the mat- a thick blood-stain was, definitely a piece of history for PWT. Drew slugged Jake back- sending The Infamous back, as he moved forward and AGAIN hit Drew with a huge right hand. Looking for another—Drew ducked and locked Jake in The Gem—a variation of the Katahajime. The crowd blew the roof off the arena as Jake tried to throw himself around the ring to get free—bloody and all, Drew wasn’t about to let Jake go, but Drew wasn’t expecting It when it happened..

Styles: THAT NO-GOOD , DIRTY BASTARD!

Jake’s left leg came up between Drew’s legs and struck a hard low-blow as Drew kinda let go of the choke.. But he gave Jake enough space to move around as Jake managed to spin out of The Gem and BLASTED Drew with a Prodigal Drop.

Fecca: JAKE JUST PRODIGAL DROPPED DREW! MY GOD WHAT ELEVATION JAKE GOT THERE!

That seemed to have done damage—neither man moved, Drew was face down on the mat as Jake was laying there on his back—well, before he rolled to his side and held at his head this match was hell and nothing short of a car wreck. Matlock, Cain and Bain showed signs of life—Con too, Addams and Lyle had moved towards the ropes and were slowly beginning to pull themselves up—Duke, the last of Nev’s rampage still was down from the Raven’s Claw.

“1 MINUTE REMAINS IN THE PERIOD, 1 MINUTE!”

Fecca: WHO’S NEXT?! IT HAS TO BE THE PWT CHAMPION!

Styles: COLLINS NEEDS TO MAKE IT COUNT, HE NEEDS TO STEP UP AND BE THE CHAMPION THAT WE NEED! NEVERMIND ANY ISSUES FROM GREENVILLIE WITH MATLOCK! NEVERMIND JAKE’S THEORY ON LYLE! JUST GO IN THERE AND TAKE CHARGE! WE’VE BEEN LEAD BY NATURAL SELECTION SINCE THEY GOT HERE AND NOW IT’S TIME FOR THE PWT CHAMPION TO STEP UP!

Matlock, almost as bloody as Drew was resting outside the ring—or well, in between the ropes and the cage, he didn’t know where he was, but he knew he was standing—and that didn’t last long. Con had scooped Bain up and threw him towards Matlock—Bain hit Matlock with a flying body press—Yep, The Talented Prick sacrificed himself, and may of hurt himself just as much as he hurt Matlock as Matlock slammed against the cage, almost breaking it off of it’s hinges.

Fecca: WHAT.. THE.. HELL! BAIN ALMOST KILLED HIMSELF WITH AN ASSIST FROM CON!

From a downed position—Jake called out towards Con and sat up just enough to hit the cut-throat taunt as a wicked smile slowly formed over Con’s face.

“30 SECONDS!”

Fecca: LOOK AT THAT SMILE ON CON’S FACE! WHAT THE HELL DOES JAKE MEAN BY THAT?!

Con backed into the corner across from where Tank was beginning to stir and dropped to a knee. Bain had rolled to the side, apparently cutting himself from striking the cage as he placed his hand on his head and swiped away the first traces of blood dropping down his forehead. Con called for Tank to get up as Jake tried to pull himself up using the ropes—Lyle and Addams were almost up to their feet as Drew was motionless. Ryan too was beginning to stir.

“15 SECONDS!”

Tank was slowly turning around—as Con broke into full sprint forward. Tank turned, but managed to side step Con’s spear as Lyle and Addams yanked him out of the way. Con came to a screeching halt as he almost went head first into the turnbuckle or cage—but upon his turn, he felt the wrath of Tank as just like Jake a bit earlier—Tank DRILLED Con with a MASSIVE flying discus lariat!

“10 SECONDS!”

Fecca: CON IS DOWN! THE BEAST HAS BEEN GROUNDED!”

“9.. 8.. 7.. 6.. 5.. 4.. 3.. 2.. 1..”

Styles: YES! YES!

Out from the back to an amazing ovation sprinted the PWT Champion, Damien Collins.

Fecca: THERE’S THE PWT CHAMP! AND HE LOOKS PUMPED!

Sharpe opened the cage as Damien slid in—Marcus had managed to get to his feet, but as Bain stood between the Cage and the Ring—he leaped into the air and pulled of one of his signature dropkicks—causing the back of Bain’s head to slam into the cage. Con was getting up too—DC picked him up and tossed him into the corner, lighting Con’s chest up with chop—after chop—after chop. The fans were solely behind DC as the rest of the guys were beginning to get up, but Collins came to fight. Jake had rolled into Ring #2, he knew his presence would be sensed, but he needed to regroup. As bloody as they were—Matlock and Stevenson followed, but they were really slow getting up. Collins drew Con out of the corner and looked for a DC Drop- but Con shoved him forward and into the ropes. As DC turned—Con looked to hit a OWN3D on DC, but DC leap-frogged over Con—no.

Fecca: WHAT AGILITY!

Con showed HIS agility as well as before he could hit the ring, he jumped onto the second rope and bounced off of it—turning his body in midair, DC turned around and Con almost broke him in HALF with a spear. The fans jumped to their feet as DC clutched his gut after being folded like an accordion. Nothing seemed like it could keep Con down- the guy was like a- pardon the pun- tank, that kept rolling despite the obstacles blocking it’s path. Con grabbed Bain’s arm and pulled him from the corner as Lyle and Addams attacked’em. The experience of being a tag team in a match like this really gave the edge to TNR, as they knew they could count on the other if one went down. Lyle smartly attacked Con’s knee, taking away his center of gravity would leave the beast unable to perform at maximum level. Addams stomped at Con’s head, once the center of gravity was stripped away, all that was left was the state of consciousness, nothing a few kicks to the head wouldn’t change.

Fecca: JUST ONE MORE MAN REMAINS AND WAR GAME S IS OFFICIALLY UNDER WAY!

Styles: WHAT ABOUT CROSS?! IS CROSS OUT OF THIS DEFINITELY?! NEVYMORR PROBABLY DID THAT, THE REAL NEV—NOT THE FAKE ONE!

Fecca: I HAVEN’T HAD ANY ALERTS ON CROSS, BUT LIKE I SAID.. IN LITTLE UNDER TWO MINUTES, GENERAL BLOOD HIMSELF—MEGASTAR WILL HIT THE RING AND THIS STARTS!

Indeed- Megastar.. Once General Blood, as Fecca referred to him as would hit the ring, the door would be locked and then the actual match itself would start. Anything could happen once he’s out here—Jake could sneak off of a quick pin—or Matlock could make’em tap. Drew could choke Bain out—or Con could OWN Andrews for the thousandth time and get the win that way. Cain could Zero Kick Jake’s lights out and take another victory over him—or Jake could hit The Prodigal Drop on Cain and get his revenge.. so many possibilities, so little time. Matlock and Jake were trading shots—Drew had lost so much blood that he could barely stand and he wasn’t in the match half the time Matlock was. Jake’s energy level was still pretty decent—as in Ring #1, Con was raining down shots on Andrews who tried to get leverage on him from the back with some kind of waist-lock maneuver. Bain was bloody, three men from each team had donned the Crimson Mask—but Drew’s gash was pretty bad. Bain managed to wipe away traces of blood as Addams and Lyle were working him over in the corner. Bain made the save for Con, allowing Con the chance to get out of the line of fire—all this as Ryan, he could barely do anything, it looked like his back was done, and that wasn’t good. Whenever he’d attempt to stand up, he’d end up crumbling to the mat, holding his lower back in pain. If the single-leg crab didn’t do it—the shot from Nev with the bo-staff most certainly did.

Fecca: Eddie, I REALLY don’t like the status of Ryan Cain right now, I’ve had my eye on him since Nev hit him across the back and he’s been—well, unlike himself. It seems he can’t even stand up for longer than a few seconds without toppling over from the pain!

Styles: Cain has a history of back injuries, this is documented.. I think that shot that the mutant took really did some damage to that already injured back from Matlock’s single-leg crab. We need Ryan to suck it up though! Stop being the clown shoe—stop the practicial jokes and witty remarks and do what he’s done in the past—stop Jake’s reign of terror!

Fecca: I doubt Ryan will be productive in his efforts if he can’t move, Eddie!

Styles: WELL HE NEEDS TO TRY! GET HIS ASS IN GEAR AND START DOING SOMETHING, CAUSE HE’S GONNA BE OUT OF A JOB IF NATURAL SELECTION FIND A WAY TO GET A WIN!

Fighting with everything he had left—Drew knocked Jake a few times across the head with rights and lefts- causing Matlock to swoop in and clothesline Jake over the ropes—causing him to hit the mat—knowing where he was, he tried to crawl back into the ring, but Drew stomped at the back of his head as Jake rolled back to the outside. Matlock picked him up and stood Jake up—much like what Con did to Matlock—Matlock grabbed Jake’s head and slammed it against the cage, showing absolutely no remorse, and why should he? Natural Selection tried to put HIM out of a job—they were trying to KILL the PWT that Matlock helped build over the years—so every time Matlock slammed Jake’s head against the cage, that was his way of paying Jake back for everything he put PWT through—everything Natural Selection put PWT through since they debuted. Matlock’s anger—his frustration—his rage came to life as Jake a crash dummy, Jake’s skull bounced off of the steel, after the sixteenth time, the crowd had already popped for Matlock and was cheering him like crazy, Matlock stopped and took a second to step into the middle of the ring and look around at the fans—they know that he had given his all for them tonight—but all they waited for now was to have Natural Selection be defeated—but that’d be easier said than done, as much fight as Matlock—Tank—The New Revolution, Ryan Cain, Duke Andrews, Megastar, Damien Collins and Drew Stevenson had, Natural Selection had—Jake, Bain and Con—three men were proving that.. Maybe they pulled a fast one with Fake Nev, but it was a risk that failed, instead of four, they had three and the numbers game was becoming apparent.

“1 MINUTE, 1 MINUTE REMAINS!”

Fecca: WE’RE JUST ONE MINUTE AWAY FROM BANISHING NATURAL SELECTION FROM PWT! ONE MINUTE AWAY EDDIE, FINALLY!

Styles: ONCE MEGASTAR GETS OUT HERE, IT’S A WRAP!

To say Jake was down—it’d be a understatement, after numerous shots to the head Jake was COMPLETELY out of it, he didn’t know where he was—it was questionable if he was still even conscious. Matlock went crazy on him, and for that—Jake had a gash in the back of his head open up, it wasn’t bleeding as badly as Stevenson’s.. or Bain’s.. Matlock’s face was beginning to look shiny from the mixture of blood and sweat that formed—Matlock looked like a freakin’ warrior, and the PWT fans were giving him all the respect in the world for his sacrifices.

“30 SECONDS!”

In Ring #1, Con was getting blasted on by Duke, Tank and Collins—while Bain was going to war with Lyle and Addams. The crowd was slowly beginning to stir- they knew in a few short seconds.. it’d begin. While Natural Selection was getting destroyed inside the ring, they were getting eaten up—pushing through the curtain decked out in a pair of DCU’s, no bandana—no shades—and a black wifebeater was Megastar and he got an AMAZING pop.

Fecca: THE TIMER ISN’T UP YET!

Styles: WHO CARES! WHO’S GONNA STOP HIM?!

Megastar looked stopped at the top of the ramp and looked around. As the chants chanted his name—a taste of the glory that Jake said Megastar missed hit him before he pointed to the ring and nodded—the fans roared in approval as Megastar sprinted down to the ring—Sharpe opened the cage door and once Megastar was in, the fans ROARED once more as Megastar skipped past Ring #1 and got into Ring #2 where somehow—magically it seemed Jake had turned the tides on Matlock and Drew—a thumb to the eye and a low-blow would definitely do that.

Fecca: YES! YES! EVERYONE IS IN!

“EVERY ACTIVE PARTICIPANT HAS ENTERED- WAR GAMES BEGINS NOW!”

Once more the crowd roared as Sharpe was seen locking the door. While on the inside—Ryan locked the door of Ring #2 as Sharpe took the key and darted towards a stage=hand who then disappeared backstage. After Jake dropped Matlock and Drew—he turned around and was face to face.. with his own flesh and blood- but tonight he wasn’t Jake’s dad—tonight, he was Megastar—The Legacy.

Styles: FACE TO FACE! GET’EM!

In like a Hogan and Rock moment—both men representing different generations of the business- they looked around the arena—before Jake struck first with a right hand- the crowd popped. Knocking Megastar with a kick, forcing him back—Jake followed that with another thumb to the eye as now he pushed Megastar against the ropes.

Fecca: JAKE WINNING THE OPENING ASSAULT HERE!

Whipping Megastar into the ropes—Jake looked to follow it up with a clothesline, but Megastar ducked beneath it and popped up behind Jake—as Jake turned around. Catching Jake with a HUGE right hand and a HUGE left hand—that sent Jake flying back as Megastar reached into his knee-pad and pulled out a set of brass knuckles. Slipping them on—Ryan Starr turned around and looked as if he was gazing out into the stands as Megastar CRACKED Jake across the head with’em.

Styles:YES! YES! USE THE BRASS KNUCKLES, WHO CARES!

Jake flopped to the mat as Megastar stood over him—he was cleaning Jake’s clock from a standing mount—Jake tried to cover up but was being unsuccessful in his effort. Somehow Con managed to get into Ring #2—away from everyone else and went to grab Megastar, but Megastar dropped to a knee and hit Con with a low-blow. The fans at this point were so loud, they probably couldn’t even hear themselves thinking. Bain too managed to slip away after a few quick shots and managed to secure Megastar in a waistlock. Attempting to hit Megastar with what presumably was a German Suplex—Megastar hooked his leg and landed back on the ground—using his left leg to then hit Bain with a low-blow!

Styles: YES! THIS IS WAR, WAR, WAR! ANYTHING GOES! MEGASTAR JUST DROPPED NATURAL SELECTION!

Megastar held his right arm in the air as the fans popped once more—this was as Matlock got to his feet. Picking Con’s legs up- Matlock dropped a knee into Con’s ‘Family Jewels’ and spiked Con’s legs down to the ground. Megastar picked Jake’s legs up then—and dropped a knee—low on Jake.

Fecca: WE’RE CONTROLLING THIS!

Addams got into the ring and as Bain turned around—picked Bain up and hit an inverted Atomic Drop—Bain held his lower regions as Collins came soaring across the ring and hit Bain with a DC Drop.

Fecca: DC DROP!

Jake held low—it hurt, as he slowly got to his feet—while Lyle let Bain stumble out of the corner. Kicking him in the stomach- Lyle quickly underhooked Bain’s arms and spun him around. Picking Bain up—Lyle got some extra leverage as he leaped into the air and dropped Bain on the back of his neck.

Styles: SWEET MISERY! SWEET MISERY!

Matlock scouted Jake as when Jake turned around—Matlock kicked HIM in the stomach. Jake doubled over as Matlock lifted him up and held him in a Razor’s Edge position. Shoving Jake into the air—Matlock caught him and dropped him with a neckbreaker AS THE CROWD WENT CRAZY! INSANE! BALLISTIC!

Fecca: ANIMAL INSTINCTS! THIS IS OVER!

Megastar pointed down at Jake and gave the thumbs up as Ryan came over towards where they were. If it was a legal match—the pinfall wouldn’t have been legit due to Jake’s leg being on the ropes with how close they were to the cage, but Starr dropped down..

Fecca: WE’RE THREE SECONDS AWAY FROM THE END!

Styles: FINALLY!

ONE!

Fecca: BYE BYE NATURAL SELECTION!

TWO!

Styles: YES!

THR-

Fecca: WHAT THE HELL?!

Styles: NO! NO! NO!

From the outside- a masked man—THE MASKED MAN that was running with Natural Selection had reappeared, opening up a whole can of pepper-spray in Starr’s eyes from the outside of the cage, even catching him in the mouth. Ryan couldn’t finish the count and quickly turned over to his back while clutching at his eyes as the crowd boo’d like crazy.. for a second, until out from the back sprinted security, lead by Jonathan Brooks.

Fecca: THAT DAMN MASKED MAN IS BACK! I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS!

Styles: THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE OVER!

The Masked Man stuffed the pepperspray into the pocket of his cargo pants and quickly darted through the crowd. Brooks hurried down to the ring and fiddled with the lock of Ring #1 as he signaled for Sharpe to get in there.

Fecca: BROOKS IS HURRYING SHARPE TO GET IN AND MAKE THE PINFALL! WILLIE IS THE OFFICIAL REF NOW!

Sharpe sprinted through Ring #1 and quickly jumped to Ring #2 and slid across the ring as he was next to Jake’s fallen body as Matlock held his arms in the air.

Fecca: YES!

ONE!

FECCA: YES! THIS IS OVER! THE NIGHTMARE IS OVER!

TWO!

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Styles: YES!

THRE- KICKOUT!

Styles: WHAT?!

Jake’s shoulder POPPED off of the mat at the last second as Matlock looked like he was about to choke somebody. Starr had rolled towards the cage, his eyes was burning—he probably was having trouble breathing by some of it probably getting into his mouth—which would cause the throat to swell. Rolling towards Brooks’ voice—Starr eventually got out as Brooks locked the door while stagehands sprinted down and helped Ryan leave ring-side, he was going to be blinded for a while with that. Megastar looked over at Tank and nodded as he pointed up at the top of the cage—and told TNR something—and they smiled.

Fecca: WHAT THE HELL ARE THEY GOING TO DO!?

Con was the only member—well—he was the only one out of Natural Selection NOT to feel the wrath of a finisher and rolled out of view, he was slowly regrouping. Zarek and Addams hoisted Tank up as Tank grabbed the top of the cage as Megastar pointed towards Jake and motioned to whip him towards Tank. Megastar and Duke picked Jake up and whipped him at Tank—Tank managed to hit a hanging kick—dropping The Prodigal Son upon contact. Matlock and Drew picked Bain up now as they whipped Bain at Tank—he too fell victim to a brutal kick. Everyone turned towards Con—but it was too late.. Con had accomplished what he wanted to do—he finally showed Tank up..

Fecca: OH.. MY.. GOD! CON JUST OWNED TANK FROM THE TOP-ROPE! TANK YANKED PART OF THE CAGE DOWN WITH HIM AS HE DID SO, BREAKING IT OPEN!

Styles: WHAT THE HELL?!

As the cage broke open, both Cain and Addams looked up and nodded—while looking down at the fallen Natural Selection with a smile.

Fecca: Tell me..

Ryan—Sore back and all hopped up and grabbed hold of the cage—used it like monkey bars and climbed across to the opening—pulling himself up onto it. Standing at the foot of the gaping hole on the top of the double cage- he watched as Addams did the same. Cain held his back before he threw his arm up into the air—the crowd of course popped for him.

Styles: ARE THESE TWO DAREDEVILS GOING TO DO THIS?! PUT THE FINISHING TOUCHES ON NATURAL SELECTION!?

Fecca: CAIN AND ADDAMS DON’T JUST WANT NATURAL SELECTION TO LOSE, THEY WANT THEM DONE—FOR GOOD!

Addams reached the top of the cage and the two looked at each other. Ryan was about to leap—but Addams held him back, shaking his head saying “No, this is my time.” As Addams went to leap—Ryan grabbed him and shrugged his shoulders—questioning what Addams was doing.

Fecca: Uh.. Oh.. ARE YOU SERIOUS?!

As the two bickered on the top—Addams threw the first shot—catching Ryan in the face.

Styles: NO! NO! WRONG TIME SCOTT! WRONG TIME!

Ryan of course fired back—but Scott ducked. Lifting Ryan up into the air—In like a Atomic Drop fashion—Scott moved towards the end of the cage where he was going to throw Ryan off—

Fecca: NO! SCOTT WHAT ARE YOU DOING! DON—

BUT! Ryan managed to flip backwards. As Ryan landed—Scott turned around and Ryan threw the QUICKEST superkick in the business- a Zero Kick that connected and was on the money—causing Addams body to go limp—as he fell OFF of the cage and CRASHED through the announcers table—causing Fecca and Styles to nearly go into cardiac arrest.

Fecca: ,,,! WHAT!?!!?

Styles: CAIN JUST ZERO KICKED ADDAMS OFF OF THE CAGE! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!

Inside the ring- Matlock, Lyle, Collins and Tank was shouting at Cain—Drew. Megastar and Duke were kinda questioning his methods as Jake, Bain and Con were slowly recouping. Climbing down from the outside—Cain moved closer towards the ramp where Ring #1 was. Standing there—Brooks was shouting all sorts of stuff- it actually started when Cain was on the top of the cage. Ryan had his back to Brooks as Brooks pointed towards Addams- causing Ryan to turn around—and the look in his eye, empty. His face was emotionless—he was, unlike the Ryan Cain anybody had come to know.

Fecca: Wh- Whats wrong with Ryan?! Look at his face! It’s like his soul is empty!

Styles: .. I.. I don’t know..

Staring at Brooks- Ryan slowly turned his head away, lacking empathy as his left foot snapped up and knocked Brooks CLEAN out of the ballgame—fans were torn between cheering and booing—as a matter of fact, they didn’t know what the hell to think.

Styles: CAIN JUST ZERO KICKED BROOKS! WHAT THE HELL!?

Fecca: …!

As Cain stared down at Brooks- think HBK when he superkicked Hogan on Raw—out from the back shoving the curtain to the side—popping his body out from the back was..

Fecca: CROSS! IT’S CROSS! HE’S WELL!

Inside the ring—they had messed up and turned their attention away from Natural Selection, big mistake. Jake sneaked forward and leaped into the air—snapping Matlock’s head down after drilling a Prodigal Drop. As Lyle turned around—Bain hit a PERFECT Contract Killer as Tank was standing in front of Tank—when Con sprinted forward and OWN3D’em—he took them both out. Drew was busted open, he had lost massive amount of blood- he was almost done—Duke had been in since the beginning and Megastar? He knew that it would ultimately be up to him and Duke.

Fecca: WOULD YOU LISTEN TO THAT OVATION FOR UNDISPUTED ATTITUDE?! THE FREAKS ARE REUNITED!

Styles: THEY NEED TO GET IN THE RING AND CLEAR IT! TEAM PWT IS DOWN, MAYBE TEAM MEGASTAR CAN SALVAGE THIS!

As Cross made his way down the aisle, he looked down at Brooks while Ryan shrugged- Cross did the same. Cross took a deep breath as Jake eyed him from inside of the ring—all this as Natural Selection had shunned the fact that Team Megastar was still standing. Bain and Con hopped into Ring #1 as Jake did the same—Megastar, Duke and Drew stepped over the broken bodies as Cross nodded while asking Cain a question. Cain nodded as Cross was heard saying “Let’s do this.”

Styles: YES! WAR!

Cross saw the door was locked to get into Ring #1, but that didn’t stop him. Grabbing the door, he pulled at it a few times, testing the durability it seemed—as he got a good grip and RIPPED it off of it’s hinges, throwing it to the side.

Fecca: CROSS JUST RIPPED THE DOOR FROM THE CAGE!

Jake and Ryan exchanged words as Ryan slid into the ring. Megastar, Duke and Drew got into Ring #1 as well—this was as AGAIN—PWT’s Team Captain, Matlock.. with all the blood he lost—with as broken as he was, he managed to crawl himself over towards Ring #1 and slowly get himself to his feet.

Fecca: THAT SON OF A BITCH WON’T DIE! THERE’S NO GIVING UP IN HIM!

As Cross got into the ring—Jake—Bain, Con? They had their backs faced to Ring #2 as across from them stood Cross, Drew, Megastar, a wobbly Matlock—Duke and Cain—the showdown was epic—five on three—well, Lyle had managed to kinda get to his feet and stood near Ryan.

Sryles: This.. This is what it comes down to.. HIT SOMEBODY!

Fecca: Electrifying.. That’s all I have to s-

Styles: .. NO!

BANG! Cain’s foot met Duke’s jaw as Cross DRILLED Drew in the stomach and scooped him up into the air—before Megastar could shout anything, Jake rushed in, got low, but when he popped up, he dropped Megastar on his face with a Prodigal Drop. Cain shoved Lyle forward as Con sprinted forward—ripping Lyle in half with the OWN3D as Bain scooped Matlock up and put him down at the EXACT same time as Cross did with Drew—Cross hit the Edgecrusher as Bain hit The Cause of Death.

Fecca: No.. No.. NO.. NO.. NO!

As Jake stood up—a sly smile crossed his face as Cross put his left hand in the air—hitting some hand sign that Jake—Bain and Esco returned.

Styles: THAT SON OF A BITCH TURNED ON US!

Hugging in the middle of the ring—Jake turned towards Ryan as Ryan nodded before Jake opened his arms up and shouted “BROTHER!” as that’s when it happened—the end of the world..

Fecca: RYAN CAIN TOO!? RY- RYAN SIDED WITH JAKE?!

Embracing in a man-hug- The crowd broke into a chorus of boo’s as Ryan flipped the arena off. Natural Selection.. Jake.. Bain.. Con.. Cross.. Cain- they started their rampage as a full fledged group—Unbelievable.. UNBELIEVABLE!

Fecca: I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS! I CAN’T FREAKIN’ BELIEVE THIS!

Styles: NO! NO, NO, NO! THIS IS NOT GOOD!

As if Natural Selection had gained new breath—Cross picked Lyle up and like a spear—he threw him as hard as he could, the same place that was already slightly broken from earlier as Lyle hit it and broke through the cage, landing on the outside near the barricade.

Styles: ZAREK!

Stepping over the ropes—Cross picked Tank up and tossed him into the corner. Cleaning him with elbow shots to the head—as Tank stumbled forward, Jake hit the ropes and bounced off of it—hitting a  HUGE Prodigal Drop—putting one half the PWT Tag Team Champion down.

Fecca: JAKE JUST PRODIGAL DROPPED TANK!

Matlock tried to fight, but the numbers game was too much. He had tried to gain the upperhand- but Cain dropped him with another huge Zero Kick as Cain- in mocking fashion held his back before jumping from side to side, showing his back—in reality wasn’t even bothering hi.

Fecca: THAT SON OF A BITCH CAIN, NO WONDER WHY HE WASN’T DOING ANYTHING! HE WAS PLAYING POSSUM SO HE DIDN’T HAVE TO TRADE BLOWS WITH NATURAL SELECTION, THAT SICK BASTARD!

Cross shouted towards Jake “PICK ONE AND LET’S END IT,” as Jake nodded, circling around the ring—Con tossed Matlock into Ring #2 as Bain and Cain threw Megastar also. Con picked Andrews up and jumped up, grabbing hold of the cage like Tank did and kicked Duke in the face, knocking him backwards and out. Jake circled—looking down at everyone- taking a second to glance outside at Addams before he stopped and stood over Collins and cocked his head back.

Fecca: What now?! What now- what are these bastards going to do now?!

Con picked Collins up and whipped him towards Cain who hit a HUGE Zero Kick—DC got knocked silly and turned around, stepping right into Cross’ big self- as Cross plucked him off of the mat and dropped Damien with a nasty looking Edgecrusher #2 powerbomb. As Cross stepped back- Jake moved forward and put his foot on Collins’ chest- Sharpe got in position for the pin..

ONE..

Fecca: Please.. God.. please..

TWO!

Cross turned around as if he had heard Fecca and like in “30 Days of Night,” shook his head with a wicked smile and worded “.. No God..”

THREE!

Styles: Oh.. I thin- I think I’m going to be sick.. W- NEV, I’M SORRY! I TAKE IT BACK!

Fecca: It’s too late Eddie- I- I think.. I think we’re in some SERIOUS trouble..

Mikah and Tony Rich sprinted from the back—as they did so Mikah looked to have the PWT Championship in his grasps. She hit the ring and handed it off to Jake as Natural Selection gathered in Ring #1, looking cocky.. confident.. more importantly, rebuilt. Bedlam and Othniel were missing from the equation, but added was Cross and Cain, which spelt SERIOUS issues for Team PWT.

Fecca: .. I can’t believe Natural Selection has won- they beat Team PWT- THEY’VE BEAT PWT!

Styles: Yeah?! What now!? What happens now?!

Fecca; .. I’ll tell you what happens now- Jacob Mitchell has a PWT Championship shot and there ain’t a DAMN THING anybody can do about it and that makes me sick. And it also means that Shockwave- it goes to control of Natural Selection, what the hell are these men and woman going to do!?

Styles: I can’t take this..

Eddie slammed the head-set and left the commentary desk as Fecca was heard sighing.

Fecca: La- Ladies and gentlemen.. Natural Selection has won War Games- The Infamous has a guaranteed crack at the PWT Championship- we know that Lyle and Collins will go toe to toe for it at Shockwave.. But Natural Selection has control of Shockwave!

Sabrina: Um.. You.. Your winners.. Natural Selection..?

Sabrina sounded depressed to announce that as the crowd threw a massive fit- none of them seen it coming. Maybe Cross- but Ryan Cain?! Absolutely not, that was UNHEARD OF.

Fecca: .. What now?.. What.. now..

The last image of the night, before a shot of Natural Selection celebrating their win was a shot of Jacob Mitchell hoisting the PWT Championship into the air—as the scene faded off with Cross, Con, Bain stomping out random members of Team PWT and Megastar—all the mean while Jake had the title lifted high into the air—a symbol—this as a definite new era in PWT as the picture flipped to a hue of orange with a black grungy film looking to cover it. Scribbling across the bottom was something DEFINITELY Natural Selection would say-



.. And like Natural Selection had said through the week—it’d start the day after Hardcore Hell. As the shot lit the camera up, it faded off to black- sorta like what PWT's future looked like.