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King of PWT

July 2nd, 2006

 [ The clock rolls over to 10 PM Eastern and all over America people are clicking their television to the right pay per view channel. That famous lil red disclaimer comes up to tell you how bad stealing is. But hey, everyone already knows that so it fades away. The screen is totally engulfed in blackness. But suddenly the screen fades to a room where we come up behind a throne. Standing on the left side of the throne is a man, dressed in peasants clothes, holding his arms around witha kingly cape draped over his arms. To the right side of the throne is a small stand that holds a sceptor. Now we're on a slightly raised platform. So when the "king" stands up we see him from behind, from the shoulders up, wearing a crown. The camera passes by him and aims at what he was looking at. And in this moment we go into a video package highlighting the matches that have been built up to on this night. The music is "In The Air Tonight" as done by the group NonPoint. The video eventually ends and we fade into the arena where pyros go like crazy and the fans have jam-packed this sumbitchin arena to the roof! Fans are waving around their home-made signs and trying just about anything to get on camera. But the cameras finally find Bob Fecca and Eddie Styles at ringside.

Fecca: WELCOME EVERYONE! This is Bob fecca, alongside Eddie Styles, welcoming you to another exciting pay per view spectacular put on by Professional Wrestling Today!

Styles: Whoa! Chill out ther Bob.....maybe switch to decaf.

Fecca: Sorry Eddie, but I just can't seem to help myself! This is set to be the biggest night of the year for PWT as we crown either a new King or a new Queen of this great company. How can anyone not be excited for that? The winner of tonight's main event between Christian Michaels and Georgia James will be recognized as the absolute best in this company, regardless of anything that happens, until this time next year! And to boot they are assured a spot in the Walk of Fame

[ Ole Eddie kinda leans away from Fecca.

Styles: Ok I'll admit that it is a pretty big deal. Like you said, the winner is recognized as the best here for an entire year and gets to be in our version of the hall of fame. So yes, it *is* a big deal, but you're starting to scare small children with how wired you are Bob.

Fecca: Well what about the rest of this great card we have tonight? Like for example MJ Storm and Bobby Johnson going at it inside that Hell In A Cell that hangs above us? This is the second week in a row that the demonic structure has been used.

Styles: I just hope that it doesn't end up being the second week in a row that a couple stars go flying off the top of that sucker. I still have the images of CM being knocked off and then Seifer jumping off still fresh in my mind. Maybe if I call one-eight hundred-Dial-A-Prayer I can make sure these guys keep it inside the cell

Fecca: It may be worth a shot Eddie. Also on the card Ramirez is scheduled to put his Hardcore title on the line, but this one is in question. As it was reported online, RJ Endeavour suffered a knee injury a couple weeks ago that has turned out more serious than at first thought.

Styles: I though I hear he's backstage trying to get Becca and the doctors to clear him to compete tonight.

[ Fecca shakes his head.

Fecca: Personally I hope that our medical staff and owner deny him. I'd much rather see RJ miss this match and have a chance at another time then possible mess his knee up beyond repair.

Styles: Yeah, I guess that you have a point there. But hey, what about the match scheduled before that? Rhya Michaels versus that Cassie chick? Its gonna be some hawt girl on girl action.

Fecca: Don't forget that CM will be out there in Cassie's corner and MJ Storm will be the ref..

Styles: Listen here Juneau Jr....

Fecca: Hey now! There's nothing wrong with being a gay man.

Styles: You'd know.

Fecca: Your wife would say different.

Styles: Ouch! Nice one Bob.

[ Fecca looks prould of himself

Styles: But you can't make a sausage fest of the next match we have to talk about. Rebecca Rancid versus Faith Hunter.

Fecca: Now now Eddie. She dropped the "Hunter" from her name. But besides that point, this match looks like it's going to be one of the best of the night. Both these ladies took it to each other in promos during the week and will now let their actions do the talking.

Styles: I'm hoping that action is of the Hot Lesbian variety.

Fecca: I'm not suprised you'd say something like that. But moving on, we have Kris Holt taking on Matt Matlock. The winner gets that peoples title shot that Matlock decided to put on the line against Holt.

Styles: Easy win for Matlock. Plain and simple

Fecca: And that brings us to the first match of the evening, which is about to start...

[ As the fans shove their mouths full of popcorn and hot dogs, the lights dim down as flourescent lights flicker and shine around teh filled PWT arena. Moans are heard across the PA system. The tron shows the sexy and beautiful busty blonde on the tiantron. Suddenly "How Many Licks" by Lil Kim blares onto the PA system. The fans boo loudly as Talia then turns the corner wearing a skintely clad outfit, showing off her lovely figure. Talia walks to the beginning of the ramp and puts on an evil smirk and then continues down the ramp walking like a busty seductive model would. She stares onto the fans who hold up designed Banners and Signs some hating against and some loving her for her seductive ways. Along with her tag partner Faith Hunter, Talia has all the divas on a bitch list and ready to take em' out and have all the men wish they could taste atleast one part of them. Talia loves the idea of having men all over her, but hell, she never gives it up. Talia blows a kiss at one of the fans and then shows the fans her middle finger laughing loudly as the bangles on her wrist shake together against each other. Talia then turns a sharp left and walks up the steel steps and walks along the outside of the ropes. Talia reaches down rubbing up her leg, her hair falling in front of her face, she then pulls her head back making her hair fall in a cascading way onto her back, she flips some of her hair out of her face and then enters into the ring via bottom rope. She enters in and puts on a seductive smile, walking around the ring staring at the worthless, pathetic assholes of fans and some of the Rios hungry men who stare at her seductive hot and toned body. Her belly ring glistening into the lights as the cameras flash of the beautiful dawn. Talia stands in her corner awaiting her opponent.*

Sabrina: In the ring, from Houston, Texas, weighing in at one hundred and thrity pounds, Talia Rios!

[ As Talia stands in the ring, waiting for Brian Juneau, Pain by Stereomud comes on the pa system, and out come Brian Juneau, but he's in his street clothes, and he's holding a microphone in his hand. He waits for his music to fade out, and he begins to speak.*

Brian Juneau: You know, I came to PWT with one thing on my mind, complete and utter annialation of the divas, but you see, I've noticed that only one or two of the divas here in PWT are worth my time. Talia Rios, you ain't one of them. You don't have the nerve to come say shit to my face, instead having your promos aired on a channel that I didn't pick up, but you were probably looking to say shit about someone where they couldn't hear it, but would have to find out from a third party. Which is exactly what happened this week, Talia, you decided to trash me without doing it somewhere I could see it, and you say you're a real competitor? Don't make me laugh.

You see, Talia, you and your bitch, Faith, think because you were someone in some company that only a select few have heard of, that you're somebody here? I don't think so, but you figure, hey, I'll name drop, and make myself look important, but all you two look are the fool. You're not going to get a match here tonight, Talia, no, and I hope it makes you happy, you've just wasted these fans time, and you saw how they rioted against Georgia, be ready for them to come find you in the parking lot. You are nobody, Talia, and it doesn't take me saying it to make it true. So, my best advice to you, Talia, is to turn around and go home, because you can't hack it in this company and people don't care how many names you and Faith drop, because we all know it's just name dropping, don't impress no one. Now, you can stand in that ring, after I say what I'm about to say, and claim some fucked up victory, because I don't give a damn about you or any of the other bitches in the back like you. So, basically, I finish it all up, by saying that since I'm not putting up with your crap, that I quit!

[ Brian throws down the microphone and walks through the black curtain

Styles: What the hell!? Is that lil bastige serious?

Fecca: I....I....I think so Eddie.

[ The fans begin to boo that they're not gonna get to see a match here to open this show up. Then as Talia is leaving the ring the tron flickers to life. Backstage we see Brian coming out of his locker room. He has a gym bag and turns a corner.....ending up face to face with Rhya and Image.

Brian: Move sluts.

[ The fans gasp. Rhya and Image look at each other in a fake look of shock. Juneau is unimpressed with them and tries to move past. Image side-steps and lets him pass. But thats only so that Rhya can smack him across the right shoulder blade with her aluminium Louisville slugger! This of course drops our boy Juneau like a sack of bricks off the empire state building. Both ladies smile some devilish lil smiles before totally kicking the crap outta Brian! He's too busy holding his shoulder in pain to get up and do anything about it. After awhile though, Rhya pulls him up, placing her bat under his chin and holding him up. Image then starts letting go on his body with shots that would make ya think Ali was her daddy.

Image: Think you were just gonna get away with attacking divas and talking smack on us punk?

[ She unloads another combo. Finally Image decides ta share the fun with Rhya. So Image holds Brian up in a standing position....Rhya has an evil grin as she positions the baseball bat with the tip on the ground, but between Brian's legs. Then without warning she brings it right up between his legs! Brian drops to his knees and holds his privates. Rhya then gets in front of Brian, gives him a "Suck It" crotch-chop before Image kicks him in the side of his face to knock him down. The two ladies laugh evillya nd walk away leaving Brian on the ground, trying to pull himself up. But this is the point where Becca Wipwreck walks up. She kneels down and looks at Brian.

Becca: Hey Brian, I don't know how well you can hear me......but I just watched that whole encounter with those girls. Now as the owner of PWT I can't condone what they did and I'll have to fine them later. As a woman though...I'm pretty damned proud of them. Now I also saw that you said you quit? See we need to talk about that Brian. You didn't put in the paper work for an official release......and then you blew off a match at my biggest event of the year too? Well I hate ta tell ya this but Talia did her job and promoted the match this week, just as you did once as well. So she will have a win marked on her record. And I'm sorry but......YOU"RE FIRED!!!!!

[ Brian stares daggers at his former employer.

Becca: Now get out of my arena.

[ He gets up slowly and is seen heading out to his car in the parking lot. He reaches his car, and drives off as things cut out to some exclusive footage from the dark match a couple weeks back between Matlock and Kris Holt.....

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King of PWT

July 2nd, 2006

[ The footage end and we're back live. Cameras then focused on the curtain as "Nameless" by Fozzy blasted through the arena. Kris walked out onto the ramp, and to his surprise, fans began to cheer. He followed the ramp, and as he reached the incline, he gave the thumbs up signal to the back, and a mixture of pyro's blasted off behind him, and along the side of the ramp. With a smile, he nodded his head in approval, and continued down the rampway. With a little jolt, Kris ran and jumped up onto the apron and quickly ducked beneath the ropes, and climbed each of the four corners, each time, crossing and tossing his arms into the air. Finally the music cuts and he begins stretching, awaiting his opponent.

Sabrina: Now in the irng.....Kris HOLT!!!

Fecca:
Holt is looking to get a little revenge on Matlock tonight.

Styles:
I hope that Matt does the same thing that he did last time, and that’s bash him over the head with that Monkey Wrench, and be done with it.

"I am the dirty mouthin' racial slur spitting tit sucking pussy licking wife fucking weed smoking vodka drinking money flauntin richest asshole on EARTH!"

[ As the voice of Matlock echoes through the arena, guitar chords start to play over the speakers. Eight seconds in, pyro explodes on the stage as Papa Roach's "Born With Nothing, Die With Everything" starts to blare through the arena. Matlock steps through the curtain onto the stage to a chorus of boos from the crowd.

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

[ Matlock walks down the ramp and extends his arms to the side and spins in a circle slowly, as we see sparkler like pyros go off along both sides of the ramp. He reaches the ring and rolls inside, heading for a turnbuckle. He raises his arms up to his side as Shawn Micheals-style pyro shoots off like gunfire inside the ring. He lowers his arms and it stops, as he hops down to the mat. He leans over the ropes and starts mouthing off to the fans. The ref signals for the bell as the two men come to the center of the ring, and lock up. Matt is able to kick Kris in the gut, and grab him by the arm, and Irish Whip him into the ropes. When he comes back, Matt Grabs him, and puts him into a standing sleeper hold. Kris tries to fights it off, but all that Matt does is lock the move on tighter.

Fecca:
Matt is looking for the early win in this match by submission.

Styles:
I am hoping that it happens because we have more important matches to get to.

[ The ref asks Kris if he wants to give up, but he refuses. He pushes his body backwards, and Matt falls back into the ropes, and lets go of the move. Kris drops to one knee, and rubs his neck, and receives a vicious kick to the back of the head by Matt, that sends him down to the mat face first. Matt gives him a few good stomps to the body for good measure, and then grabs him by the back of the head, and helps him up. He throws him into one of the corners, and then runs forward, and gives Kris a Body Splash, and bounces off of him. Kris comes stumbling out of the corner from the impact, and is grabbed by Matt, who gives him a Belly to Belly Suplex, which sends Kris flying overhead, and land hard on the mat.

Fecca:
Matlock has been dominating this match so far.

Styles:
Well what do you expect. He beat this guy before, and he is proving that it was no fluke.

[ Matt gets to his feet, and walks over to Kris, and guides him up to his feet again, and gives him another Irish Whip into the ropes. He tries to give him a Clothesline when he bounces off of the ropes, but Kris ducks under his arm, bounces off of the other ropes, and leaps into the air, and gives Matt a Shoulder Block, that sends him down to the mat. He takes a few steps back, and runs forward, and gives Matt a Leg Drop, and rolls off of him, and pops up to his feet. He bends down, and helps Matt up, and tries to sling him into the corner, but the ref gets in the way, and gets caught in between Matt, and the ring post. He falls to the ground, and has that glassy look in his eye. Kris doesn’t seem to care, and goes on the attack. He begins to give Matt rights and lefts, and Matt starts to get jelly legged, and drops to one knee. Kris takes a few steps back, and runs forward, jumps in the air, and gives Matt a Missile Drop Kick to the face. Matt falls backwards, and hit’s the mat hard, and Kris starts to stomp him repeatedly.

Fecca:
Holt has clearly turned the tide of this match into his favor. This match just may be over just as quick as it began.

Styles:
Yeah it will, as soon as Matt regains his senses, and knocks this guys block off.

[ Kris bends down to pick Matt up again, but stumbles back as he grabs his face because of the Eye Poke that he had received courtesy of Matt Matlock. Matt gets to his feet, and kicks Kris in the gut, and gives him a Power Bomb. He looks doan at Kris, and gets a sadistic smile on his face, and slaides out of the ring, and looks under the apron. He pulls out his trusty Monkey Wrench, and gets back into the ring.

Fecca:
Oh no, matlock has that damn Monkey Wrench. This just is not fair.

Styles:
Says who it’s not fair. This is the way that the business works, so just get used to it.

[ Matt walks over to Kris, and stalks him as Kris slowly gets to his feet. When he does, Matt raises the Monket Wrench above his head, and swings down hard, and levels him with it. All of a sudden, the bell starts to ring, which makes Matt look back, and notice that the ref is back up on his feet, and watching what Matt had done to Kris.

Sabrina:
Winner by disqualification………..Kris Holt.

Fecca:
Matt Matlock has just went ahead, and screwed himself out of a People’s Championship title shot.

Styles:
I know that he did, and I am still in shock over it.

[ Matt can’t believe what has happened, and goes off the deep end. He hit’s the ref over the head with the Monkey Wrench, and rolls out of the ring, and heads up the ramp cursing loudly. Our shot then switches to that of inside Rhya's locker room...

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King of PWT

July 2nd, 2006

[ We're inside Rhya's locker room where she's just moments from heading out to the ring to take on Cassie. From off-camera comes MJ Storm behind Rhya as she bends over to finish tying a boot. You can here some cat calls from out in the arena area at the situation. Rhya stands back up and looks over her shoulder at MJ with a smile on her face. She turns toward him pops her knuckles.

MJ: You ready for this?

Rhya: Oh yeah, I am definately ready to tear this skank's head off.

MJ: Then go get her.

[ He smirks and goes to slap Rhya on her right ass-cheek. However she surprisingly catches his hand and warns him.....

Rhya: ... nuuh, dont even... if you must do that then the left cheek, right is off bounds

[ Storms looks a lil surprised but he doesn't say anything. Instead he motions toward the door and lets Rhya exit first. She does and MJ follows close behind her shaking his head. We then switch shots to Cassie and CM walking down the hall from his locker room. Then its back to ringside.

Fecca: We're just seconds away from Cassie versus Rhya folks. So lets take a look back at the events that have led these two women into this match.

[ A video recap airs catching everyone up to date on this quickly developed feud. Once it ends we find Sabrina standing by in the ring.

Sabrina: This next match is a grudge match and scheduled for One Fall. Appearing as the special guest referee for this match is MJ Storm!!!

[ "Metalingus" by Alterbridge blares as MJ Storm, in his ref shirt, steps out form behind the curtain. He gets a pretty decent ovation from these great fans as he makes his way down to the ring.

Fecca: MJ coming out to that song in an attempt to get at his nemisis, Christian Michaels.

[ With the song still playing the arena goes black , the tron dances to life with a variety of pictures of Rhya Michaels in various PWT circumstances. Rhya steps out from beneath the tron arm raised in the air. She stops at the stage edge and looks out into the crowded arena before stepping down the ramp way and making their way to the ring.

Sabrina: In the ring first, she is a former Femme Fatale championess, this is Rhya Michaels!!!

Fecca: And here comes Rhya on her way down to the ring.

Styles: Yeah, for the screw-job she and MJ are about to put on poor lil Cassie.

[ "Buttons" By The Pussycat Dolls begins to blaze over the P.A. System with the fans waiting on the arrival of the beautiful Cassie. A few seconds later, Cassie finally appears on the stage from behind the curtain and she smiles while waving to all the fans. She had moved towards the crowd area so that the fans up close could get a better view of her. She high fives a few of the crowd members that was sitting up at the front and she begins to move around the corner and climb up the steel steps as she enters the ring and poses for the crowd while standing in the center of the ring. Cassie shows off what it was that she was wearing for the match as she turns over and moves towards the turnbuckle and leans up against it.

Sabrina: And now in the ring is her opponent.....Cassie!!!

Fecca: Its so strange to me that a heel can get an ovation like that....

[ The fans boo loudly as finally CM makes his way down to ringside with "Line in the Sand" by Motorhead blaring.

Styles: Two reasons for that Fecca, and no I don't mean her breasts. These fans cheered Cassie because firstly she's a totally hawt babe, and secondly because Christian didn't enter at the same time with her.

Fecca: I can't argue against either of those points...Anyways, it looks like its time for this match to start.

[ The bell sounds as CM gets down to ringside. Rhya and Cassie start things off circling each other. They both seem to be waiting to see who'll make the first move. But neither seems to want to. So Rhya says screw it and reaches out to slap the taste outta Cassie's mouth!

Fans: OoOoOoOoOo

[ Cassie doesn't appreciate being slapped like a punk. She rubs her mouth, checkin fer blood. Looks like there isn't any so she draws back and slaps the taste from Rhya's mouth!

Fans: OoOoOoOoOo

Fecca: This is a very personal issue between these two young ladies....

Styles: Ya think?

[ Rhya just doesn't dig being slapped by Cassie. Hell she doesn't even check for blood. Rhya just balls up her fist and connects right to the side of Cassie's face! The blow knocks Cassie down onto her rear. She holds her jaw in shock again, looking up at MJ. Cassie asks if closed fists are still illegal in wrestling. He nods that they are and fairly admonishes Rhya for using one. But you know Rhya doesn't really care. She goes over and grabs a handful of Cassie's hair and pulls her opponent back to her feet. Cassie though fights back with an elbow to the gut. Rhya releases her hair and then Cassie takes a side headlock. Cassie really starts wrenching it too. MJ checks to make sure its not a choke, and its not.

Fecca: Cassie with a side headlock on Rhya right now

Styles: What I wouldn't give to be Rhya right now. I tell ya Fecca, I'd go Mickie James on Cassie.

[ Cassie still has that headlock wrapped around Rhya. She even turns towards Christian and gives him a thumbs up. He waves to her, but not a friendly wave. CM's trying to warn Cassie as Rhya has held an arm up and is waving a finger "no". Rhya wraps her arms around Cassie and lifts her up in the air. Many are thinking she's gonna use the tried and true method of dropping her in a belly to back suplex. Nuh uh! Rhya brings Cassie down onto her knee for an atomic knee-drop! The young diva goes hoppin forward holding her tailbone. She hops over towards the ropes and is rubbing her sore tailbone when CM points behind her. Cassie turns around just in time to be clotheslined up and over the top rope to the outside. She tumbled over and ends up colliding with CM. They end up laying on the thin padding in a compromising position. Rhya rolls her eyes in disgust as she moves away, seemingly, to let MJ start the ten count. Storm is up to about a six count when suddenly Rhya hits the farside ropes. She sprints across the ring and somersaults over the top rope and into CM and Cassie who'd just gotten up!

Fecca: Oh my! Rhya Michaels flying over the top rope to take her opponent out!

Styles: That was effin sweet!

[ MJ starts over on the ten count as Rhya and Cassie get to their feet. Poor ole CM rolls over and crawls away to safety. he's not gonna be crazy and stand near these two. Smart move too as Cassie and Rhya just start to trade the right hand shots. They hear MJ nearing the ten count and both slide in. Both ladies race to their feet. Rhya meets Cassie with some forearm shots before trying a short spinning clothesline. Its ducked and Cassie takes a waist-lock on Rhya. In classic veteran styles, Rhya charges to the ropes hoping that she can bounce Cassie off her. However Cassie hangs on and gets a roll up on Rhya for a two. They race up and Cassie holds her index finger and thumb close together. She tells Rhya that's how close this was to being over. Rhya responds with a standing dropkick to the face! Cassie hits the mat and quickly rolls back to her feet. Though in the end she's just meet with another standing dropkick. One more time Cassie rolls up to collect a third standing dropkick. Cassie rolls up for her third time and immediately doubles over to advoid another dropkick. Rhya doesn't even try one. Instead she kicks Cassie square in the left boob! The force of the kick forces Cassie back into a standing position. Rhya slips underneath, looking like she's gonna grab Cassie for a Rock Bottom....But no! Cassie fights out with elbows to the side of the head.

Fecca: Rhya was looking for a finisher there Eddie.

Styles: Yeah but its just too damn early for it. Personally I'm pulling for Cassie in this, but if Rhya wants to put this thing away she's going to have to wear Cass down more.

Fecca: I have to disagree with you Eddie. I think it was a smart move to go for the finisher. It will put Cassie on the defensive and let Rhya only worry about pressing the offense right now.

[ Cassie spots Rhya holding the side of her head over near the ropes. She charges in, but Rhya explodes into Cassie with a hard spear! She moves into a side-mount on Cassie and starts raining down shots to the face. These are some more closed fists and MJ comes in to force Rhya to stop. She doesn't adhere to the verbal warning. MJ has to resort to pulling Rhya off. This is not a decision that Rhya likes either. She starts to argue with MJ, who tries to make her see he was just being fair. But then CM jumps on the aprona nd he starts telling Rhya how MJ's cheating for Cassie. Both just tell him to shut up. But the whole fiasco has allowed Cassie time to recover. Cassie uses the distraction to slide up behind Rhya and catch her in a Russian Leg Sweep. Rhya hits the mat and immeidately holds her neck. Cassie senses some possible blood in the water. She pulls Rhya back to her feet and nails a swinging neckbreaker. Again Rhya holds her neck. Cassie with a smirk now as she punts Rhya, who was on her hands an knees, in the ribs. The kick flips Rhya onto her back and she holds her neck an now ribs. Rhya pulls herself up using the ropes, only to have Cassie whip her across the ropes. On the rebound Rhya takes a hard kick to the mid-section and gets planted with a sick ddt!

Fecca: That could be it right there!

Styles: Gawd that impact was sick.

[ Rhya's rolled over and pinned. One..........Two.........Thre-NO! MJ holds up two fingers to signal only the two count. The fans cheer and begin to chant for Rhya. Cassie doesn't appreciate this and gestures that our great PWT fans should kiss her ass. Once agains he pulls Rhya up to her feet and then snapmares her over. Rhya's left sitting up until Cassie dropkicks her right between the shoulders! The former Mrs Christian Michaels is snapped forward and then flies back with her head bouncing off the mat. Cassie stands up and puts on an innocent look. She mouthes "oops" before pulling Rhya back to her feet again. Cassie says that this is over and goes for a kick to the mid-section

Styles: Now its over Fecca! Here comes the "Personal Vendetta" stunner.

[ No! Rhya catches Cassie's foot and flips her right the hell off! Michaels then hits a beautiful stepover heel kick that will make RVD proud when he comes down off his high. Once again the fans get back into this thing and start cheering for Rhya. She rips Cassie to her feet and hits a hard snap suplex. Looks like Rhya could be looking for Three Amigos though as she holds on. She kicks her legs and rolls back up to her feet. This time though Rhya brings Cassie up for a regular suplex but holds it........and holds it......and finally drops Cassie on her head in a brain buster! Cassie staggers to her feet and walks right into a Samoan drop from Rhya. Michaels points toward the corner and the fans explode. She drags Cassie over and then heads up top. Looks like we could be seeing a moonsault from Rhya, but Cassie rolls outta the way. No problem for Rhya as she lands on her feet. Cassie pulls herself up in the corner. But its not the greatest idea as Rhya clotheslines her hard in the corner. Cassie slumps, but not too far as Rhya catches her an lifts her a bit. Rhya licks her hand and then sends a STINGING chop against Cassie's chest!

WOOOOOOOOOOO

[ Another chop!

WOOOOOOOOOO

[ A third one!

WOOOOOOOOOOOO

[ That seems to be enough of the chops as Rhya takes Cassie and whips her across the ri...No! Its reversed by Cassie and Rhya is sent across the ring into the corner. Then Cassie borrows a page from Rhya's book, which was borrowed from Chyna by Rhya, and hand-springs into the corner and Rhya with a back elbow smash! The fans boo and Cassie eggs them on by turning arounnd an starts letting the right hands, closed fists mind ya, collide with Rhya's face. Cassie even turns back and dares MJ to stop her. But he just shakes his head no. This perplexes Cassie and she steps toward him asking why not. MJ just points behind her. Cassie turns around and ducks outta the way as Rhya comes off with a double axehandle! Too bad for MJ he didn't move and is sent to the mat.

Styles: REF BUMP!!!!

[ Rhya looks stunned that she took down MJ. She kneels down ta shake him, but gets clobbered with a clothesline from behind. Cassie talks a lil smack to Rhya as CM slides into the ring. Things are looking bad for Rhya as Cassie picks her up. The firey redhead looks to actually be worried as her ex-husband strolls across the ring. He smirks and takes hold of Rhya by the chin. He keeps her looking into his eyes as he leans forward and.....Kisses her!!!!

Fecca: What the hell!?

Styles: I think he's slipping Rhya some tongue!

[ He is for a moment, but then he breaks the kiss and looks out at the stunned crowd. Cassie though isn't too happy about this and she asks Christian just what the hell is going on. She wants to know the deal......And he lets her know with a kick to the gut! CM then grabs Cassie for the "Just Like That" twist of fate....

Styles: HUH!?

[ CM about to hit his finisher but stops. He holds her and invites Rhya over for it.....And she obliges! Rhya connects with CM's "Just Like That" on Cassie and hooks a leg. CM ducks outta the ring as MJ begins to wake up. He see's Rhya with a pin and makes the count. One...........Two...........Three!!!! The bell rings and Rhya's theme blares. MJ gets up holdin Rhya's arm up.

Sabrina: Here is your winner.....Rhya Michaels!!!!

[ But CM slides back in the ring with two chairs. He takes one and fires it against the back of Storm! MJ drops to a knee, arching his back in pain. Rhya then picks up the other chair and stands to MJ's left. CM on the right of Storm and the Michaels hit a sickening Con-chair-to!

Fecca: What the hell is going on here?

Styles: I have no idea Eddie

[ The Michaels takes the unconcious MJ Storm and drag him to the ropes. They tie MJ's arms in the ropes and then stalk Cassie. She looks confused as all get out to see the Dominant Duo back together again. They smile at her and CM stalks Cassie into the corner. In the mean-time Rhya has gone over and gotten a mic.

<DIR>

Rhya: Cassie I warned you bitch, I told you to stay the fuck away from what belongs to me. Would you listen? Do you honestly think your skank ass holds a candle to me? Bitch you're fucking pathetic. I told you I was going to beat your ass tonight and show you exactly what the fuck you will never have and never be. I remember you saying you wouldn’t back off until Christian told you too… well listen up bitch and listen real good…

[ Rhya hands the mic to CM and gets in Cassies face, bitch slapping her as CM starts to talk.

CM: Oh Cassie Cassie Cassie.....Ya know, I hate to see ya in this type of predicament....really I do.

[ Michaels snickers.

CM: Ok, maybe I don't, but its your own damned fault! Cassie we've left bread crumb after bread crumb for you to pick up and follow the trail back to our home so you could witness us having.....Hottt........Steamy.......Passionate.....Wild Monkey Sex just like we've been having the ENTIRE time! You really think that Rhya could keep that good loving away from this all that time? I dun think so! Surely you can understand that though, right? Cause I mean since the moment I walked up to you backstage and said hello you've had girl-c*m running down your thighs. Just like the stupid lil slut that you are Cassie.

[ He shakes his head.

CM: Did you really think that I would ever wanna stuff your box when I could have *this*....

[ Now he has an arm around Rhya's waist

CM: ....anytime I wanted? And even if I couldn't, I still wouldn't want what you got Cassie. Face the facts babe, you'll never be Rhya....You damned sure woulda never replaced her. Cause like the woman says, I'm her property! Here, hold this Rhya.

[ Cassie is drawn back in the corner, has to be embarrassed as hell. Christian hands Rhya the mic and turns his back to Cassie. he then slowly starts to pull down the back of his wrestling pants til Cassie and the camera gets a good shot of the "Property of Rhya" branded onto his right ass-cheek. Rhya laughs...

Rhya: Do you honestly think he was in a shower with me... naked... and not touching me? Puhleas, you really are fucking stupid.

[ Rhya points ot the cheek and snickers.

Rhya: I told you I owned this ass Cassie, should have listened it could have been so much less painful for you. All your shit talk about MJ...

[ Rhya passes the mic to CM as she to turns and drops her pants...

Rhya: Only one man touches this ass.

[ The camera pans in on a view of Rhyas right ass cheek that has a heart shape on it and the name "Christian" inside. The Southern Heartthrob smirks as he reaches over and grabs hold of that right cheek, his hand gripping it tightly. CM winks at Cassie and then gives Rhya another passionate kiss and this time it is DAMNED OBVIOUS that they're swappin tongue with one another. The kiss ends and Cassie looks completely heart-broken as he takes the mic one more time.

CM: Mmmm baby you know thats the only ass for me. And as far as *you* are concerned Cassie? Well maybe you and MJ over there can get together backstage and cry about the Michaels putting one over on you just like we did the entire world. You got anything more you wanna say my sexy sweetheart?

[ Rhya takes the mic...

Rhya: Stay the fuck away from *MY HUSBAND* bitch.

</DIR>

[ Fans are booing and throwing trash at CM and Rhya as they exit the ring and back up the ramp, his left arm around Rhya's shoulder as her right arm is around his waist, and they watch Cassie actually go and check on MJ. She helps get him untied from the ropes and then to stand. The two of them glaring up the ramp as we go to a video recap of last year's "Ultimate Judgement" pay per view and it ends reminding us that July 31st its will have Just......Gotten......Ultimate-er....Ok not really but it was funny. To the next match since MJ an Cassie have left the ring....

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King of PWT

July 2nd, 2006

[ The place has finally calmed down after that shocking turn of events involving CM, Rhya, MJ Storm, and Cassie. And now its time for Fecca to let us know that there will be no Hardcore title defense tonight. But just as he gets ready to raise the mic, "O Foruna Remix" by Apotheosis hits. The fans go wild as Ramirez then makes his way down the ramp wearing the title. He moves up the steps and into the ring. Ramirez asks for the mic and Fecca hads it over.

Ramirez: I came here to defend this title and that's what I intend to do.

[ Just then the music to the TV show Yu-gi-o starts to play

Fecca:
What the hell?

[ Some guy dressed as Yugio comes out from behind the curtain, and makes his way down to the ring, and gets in. He gets a match from a stagehand, and walks back over and stands before Ramirez

Yugio:
Ramirez, my name is Yugi Moto, and I have come here to challenge you to a duel, and when I defeat you, I will send you to the Shadow Relm where you belong.

Ramirez:
Come again?

Yugio:
I have come to challenge you to a duel.

Ramirez:
Don’t you mean a wrestling match?

Yugio:
Yeah…..that’s what I meant, a wrestling match, my bad.

Fecca:
This guy can’t be serious.

Styles:
this match can’t be serious.

Ramirez:
Well, I did say that I would defend my title, so I guess that I accept your challenge.

Yugio:
Well good then…….let’s duel…..I mean wrestle.

[ The ref rings the bell, and the two men circle each other. Yugio tries to hit him with his card thingy deal, but Ramirez ducks out of the way, and gives him a spin kick to the back of the head. He pulls the card thingy deal off of Yugio’s arm, and hits him over the head with it, and Yugio cards go flying everywhere.

Fecca:
You better go pick some of those up Eddide because some of them are worth a lot of money.

Styles:
I have enough money, I’ll pass.

[ Ramirez continues to bash this poser over the head, until the card thingy deal is all bent out of shape. He throws it to the side, and guides Yugio back up to his feet, and gives him the Taceti Umbra.

Fecca:
This doesn’t look good for Yugi-poser.

Styles:
Oh well, serves him right.

[ Ramirez goes for the pin, and the ref gets down, and makes the count.

1.……….2.………..3.…Pinfall by Ramirez.

[ Ramirez gets to his feet, and the ref raises his hand in victory.

Fecca:
I’m glad that is over.

Styles:
You and me both.

[ We move into a recap for Faith vs Rebecca Rancid...

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King of PWT

July 2nd, 2006

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

[ The scene cuts away with Faith closing her lockeroom door and making her way down the rather large and bright PWT corridor shaking her curvy hips from side to side in a sexy yet orderly fashion. Faith can now see the black gorilla curtains directly in front of her. With excitement she moves faster, as the curtains get closer and closer until she finally reaches them. Faith gazes at the PWT crewmember that gives her a smile and then a wink. She winks back and the crewmember plays Faith's music. It blares out through the PA system and the fans get up on their feet. They are all booing and cheering to their hearts content, where as others are jumping up and down raising their nicely decorated banners and cheering for their favorite superstars, obviously just trying to get noticed by the camera's. The gorilla curtains then shimmer as the blonde bombshell makes her way through them and softly walks over to the centre of the stage. Faith raises her arms where she receives even more cheers and boo's. And also some very spiteful and vicious comments from certain rowdy fans. Faith just ignores them, lowers her arms and makes her way down the ramp giving the fans very evil glares. Finally Faith reaches the bottom of the ramp where she walks up the black steel steps and cautiously slithers across the apron. She turns around and looks up at the titontron where her video is playing at a great beat to her music. Faith turns around and enters the ring via the bottom rope and walks over to the centre of the ring where she raises her arms once again for the fans. The fans cheer, but yet even more boo's are heard. Faith stops in the center of the ring where she waits for her opponents Ms. Rancid to make her first move as they stared each other down center stage as flashbulbs popped.

[ The trash talk between the two is thick they just don’t like each other and face to face now they are ready to tear into each other. Soon enough the shoving match between the two begins and with a hard right hand to the jaw Faith waffles Rebecca who falls back. More soup bones to the muss staggers Rancid and Faith pounces on her with a Lou Thez press followed by fists of fury. So filled with rage from the constant back talk from Rancid she begins to blatantly choke her from the mounted position.

1….
2….

3….

4….

[ They break according to the prompting from the referee or more like Faith being pried off Rebecca at this point and she doesn’t wait for her to get to a vertical base to attack charging at her swiftly kicking her right in the temple as Miss Rancid was on all fours. There is a roar from the crowd who seem to be siding with Faith in this bout as she stomps away at the back of Miss Rancid’s head and then drops an elbow directly across the back of her neck. She doesn’t stomp the assault there as she drops another elbow right across the back of her neck for good measure and then follows it with a thunderous leg drop. She rolls over Rebecca in a cradling pinning combination for the very first pin fall attempt of the night. 1….2….

[ Rebecca kicks out shooting her shoulder off the canvas right at two and no later as the crowd groans already in the early goings. There is a big rush of energy coming from Faith who does not want to lose this match as she has stated leading up to this point and she is going all out it would seem. She grabs Rebecca by the hair and drags her to the corner and tosses her into it back first sending her crashing down in the sitting position. Looking down at her Faith doesn’t waste anytime with a running knee right into her face and then not pulling back she digs the knee right into her face and chin choking her with all she has. The referee again is forced to make a five count.

1….

2….

3….

4…..

[ She reluctantly breaks it only to go right back at it again more knee’s to the grill as she this time uses her foot and the ropes to choke Rebecca getting the same exact five count which doesn’t seem to be bother her in the least bit.

Bob Fecca: Faith’s a house of fire.


Eddie Styles:
Rebecca will put all of that to rest soon enough when she stops letting Faith build up hope and she dominates her. It’s an art form she told me so.

Bob Fecca:
Yeah right. Like Rebecca Rancid would ever talk to you.

Eddie Styles:
We’re pals.

Bob Fecca:
You need professional help Eddie…

[ Faith of course showboats some posing for the crowd to a mixed reaction allowing Rebecca to pull herself half way up using the ropes. Faith seeing this charged her but only met a boot to the mid section doubling her over as Rebecca climbed the middle rope. Faith quickly recovered as she saw Rebecca about to make a move and slammed a fore arm shot right into her mid section returning the favor that was the boot. Miss Rancid nearly toppled over off the ropes but Faith drove her shoulder into her mid section and placed her on the top rope. She climbed to the second turnbuckle and chopped the hell out of Rebecca’s chest as the fans repeatedly woooooed who had jam packed the Breslin Center for this pay-per-view event. She then began to punch Rebecca and the fans began the age old ten count 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10. More chops found their mark and she then lifted up Rebecca and hooked her up in position for a Fisherman suplex. She’s not going to do this is she? She cinches her up good and falls back plunging to the canvas below executing a perfect top rope Fisherman suplex that sounds more like a train wreck then anything on impact.

Eddie Styles:
Come on Bexx you can win this and show her the art of dominating. Get up.

Bob Fecca:
Sorry Eddie but you should know better then to pick Rebecca man come on over to the winning side before it’s too late.

Eddie Styles:
I’m loyal… Screw the winning side it’s more like the delayed losing side. You’ll see. I know all.

Bob Fecca:
Okay Miss Cleo what the going rate for spewing bull crap these days?

Eddie Styles:
You’ll never learn Fecca and I charge 2.99 per minute for Fast Eddie’s fool proof predictions.

[ The hand of Faith is all that can touch any part of Rebecca’s body as she is cover when it is draped across her chest after Faith rolled over right before the ref could start a ten count on these wrestlers. There everyone waits to see if she can kick out or if this match is abruptly ended.

1…

2…

THR---

[ She kicks out to jeers from the near or at capacity crowd who are on their feet as these women are putting on one hell of a show for us. Faith slowly pulls herself up beating Miss Rancid to her feet barely and this allows both women who are winded time to square up and seemingly start back up face to face. It is Faith who is the aggressor who drives a forearm shot to the side of Rebecca’s head sending her back into the ropes. She charges but Rebecca ducks the clothesline low bridging the ropes sending Faith tumbling to the outside of the ring with a nice loud thud. She looks down as she drops then rolls out of the ring after her. The referee seems to be giving these women some leeway in which they will take full advantage of once on the outside. Rebecca grabs Faith by the hair and slams her head into the ring apron a couple times and she is going to do it once more for good measure and she does not disappoint us slamming Faith’s head down across the apron a third time. She grabs Faith by the hair and throws her back against the Announce table forcing her to slam her back against it. She grabs her back in pain immediately as Rebecca stalks her looking to go in for the kill and after Faith pulls herself up she clotheslines her onto of the table. They spill onto of it and lay across the table breathing heavily after this battle as Rebecca picks up Faith and looks to be going for spike pile-driver she goes to lift Faith but there is some fight left in her rival who blocks it and backdrops Rebecca sending her straight down through the table. It collapses underneath them with a great crash as Fecca and Styles look on in shock at what just happened. They start to pull themselves together as these women recover.

Bob Fecca:
They just destroyed our announce table. That’s just great. Why not backdrop her in the ring? Come on. We don’t go into the ring and start to break stuff up when you’re wrestling.

Eddie Styles:
Bob shut the hell up. Faith just back dropped poor Bexx through the table and you’re pissin’ and moanin’. You should be sad because Faith just unleashed the beast.

[ Faith pulled herself up and she Irish whipped Rebecca into the security barricade at ringside sending her crashing into it. The referee now having giving them more then enough rope begins the ten count as Faith goes to Irish whip Rebecca again.

1….. She grabs her.

2… She pulls at her...


3… She whips Rebecca….

4…. It is reversed..

5… Faith goes forward towards the ring post..

6…. She gets closer…

7… She makes contact careening forward face planting on the thinly matted floor at ringside. Rebecca pulls her up.

8. She rolls her into the ring looking on..

9… She follows sliding through the bottom ropes.

[ Inside of the ring she sees that Faith is stirring somewhat after being slammed into the ring post and she pounces on her fallen opponent kicking her right in the breadbasket. She taunts her telling her to get up and does it one more time for good measure as she stands over Faith. She herself is weary but Rebecca doesn’t seem to be effected by her battle worn condition as she scoops up Faith and finally is able to plant her with a well timed spike pile-driver. A lateral press later without the hook of the leg and it is Miss Rancid who finally garners her first pin-fall attempt of the night.

1….

2….

THR---


[ Shooting her shoulder off the canvas is Faith who refuses to go down after the devastating pile-driver finds its mark stemming the tide in Rebecca’s favor. She locks in a neck vice submission hold as Faith has no time to recover as she begins to regain a second wind in the battle. Faith struggles in the hold and soon it is Rebecca who taunts her opponent to give up the fight but she refuses and after several moments of having the hold locked in Rebecca releases it letting Faith slump forward. Now she begins stands up and drops a knee right on the back of Faith’s head forcing her to let out a primal yell of pain. She is immediately pulled up by the hair as Rebecca screams obscenities at her as she tells her she’s finished. Sure enough Rebecca picks up Faith as she is down and drops her across the top rope with a hot shot that leaves her hanging on the top rope teetering on the edge of again falling over to the outside. Now Rebecca grabs Faith and then immediately slams her down with an Alabama Slam taking her off the ropes with some authority. Surely Hardcore Holly would be damn proud right about now. The cover is made.

1…..


2…..

THRE---

[ Faith is able to shoot her shoulders off the mat with some authority behind it digging deep to stay alive in this grudge match of sorts. She pulls it back together climbing back to her feet but Rebecca stays on the attack with a neck breaker swooping in and taking down Faith who never saw it coming. She doesn’t make the cover but blatantly chokes her adversary in plain day forcing an immediate five count.

1….

2….


3….

4…..


[ She breaks it and then goes right back at it but Faith monkey flips her elevating Rebecca in the air and then sending her crashing down. Just in the nick of time Faith scrambles back to her feet as slowly yet surely Miss Rancid pulls it together as well and sure enough Faith charges Rebecca and snaps her down with a running head scissors take down. The momentum built up sends Rebecca skidding to the ropes and it is Faith who sees this and grabs the top rope jumping up in the air and landing a double stomp right into the mid section of Rebecca. She waits on her to slowly pull herself up which she does in time and scooping up and sure enough the bottom drops out with an Oklahoma Slam that wipes out Rebecca. Grabbing the near leg Faith stays on top of Rebecca for the pin fall attempt.
1……

2……

THRE---


[ Rebecca kicks out barely this time around after being stunned with the slam coming from Faith and it is Faith who looks around none to happen about not securing the fall. She tells the ref that it was three as she turns her back on Rebecca and when she turns around she’s caught in a small package.

1….

2….

THR---

[ Forcefully kicking out of the pinning combo Faith scrambles back to her feet and as Rebecca pulls herself up she drills her with a clubbing blow right to the upper back and neck region in which she focused on earlier in the bout. After this clubbing blow she locks her up into a front face lock only to have the bottom drop out with flowing DDT that spikes Rebecca jamming that neck up even more. She rolls her over and makes yet another aggressive cover.

1…..

2….

THRE-----

[ NO! There is still some fight left in Rebecca as you see her pull herself together and get back to her feet and Faith goes after her. As she does there is a Rebecca who nails her foe with a flip kick taking her back some and as she staggers back she runs and takes her down with a sunset flip.


1…

2….


THR--

[ NO! Not going to be enough both women are back up and exchanging rights and lefts and Faith whips Rebecca into the ropes and levels her with a clothesline. She calls her for to get up and Rebecca obliges only to be met with another clothesline and another as she pops back up again. Standing behind Rebecca her as she gets up and soon locks her into a half nelson and drives her down with a leg sweep driving the back of Rebecca’s head into the canvas. Sure enough she floats over and makes the cover.

1….

2….

THR---

[ A kick out from Rebecca as the crowd jeers while Faith gets up and stomps around a bit as she thinks of how she is going to put down Rebecca. This posturing is allowing Rebecca to regroup and she gets up and charges Faith who turns around right into a well placed drop kick to the mush. Down and out Faith looks up after the hard shot from Miss Rancid who ascends towards the heavens and soon enough as she comes tumbling down with a moon Sault that finds its mark as she crashes across the chest and stomach of Faith. Holding her stomach some as she feels the impact but she doesn’t make the cover inside she pulls up Faith and she attempts to go for her move Settin’ Fire but it is blocked and she is sent crashing down to the canvas with a back drop from Faith. This Allows Faith who benefited from the stalling from Rebecca who tried to execute yet another move after the moon Sault to get gain some composure and go on the assault which she does with a few stiff kicks to the back of Rebecca. She Sure enough she picks up her foe placing her on her shoulders and then she lifts her up and drops her down right across her knee with a perfectly executed gut buster drop. She smirks as Rebecca holds her stomach in agony pulling herself together long enough to turn right into a Fatal Attraction from Faith that literally shakes the ring on impact. She flops down making the cover.


1…..

2…..

THRE---


[ NO! NO! NO! Barely getting a shoulder up off the canvas it is Faith who shakes her head in frustration as she signals that it is over. She gets to pick up Rebecca and she taunts her telling her she is finished. She pulls her up slapping her across the face and Rebecca rakes her across the eyes stunning her and then just like that Rebecca rolls her up into small package and grabs a fist full of Faith’s tights. She puts the pressure on as this could be it.

ONE….

Fecca:
She’s got the tights.

TWO….

Fecca:
She’s going to steal this one from Faith..


THREE……..

Fecca:
NO, No, no she’s got the tights.

Eddie Styles:
I told you she’d pull it out.

Bob Fecca:
No thanks to pulling the tights.

[ Domination by Pantera rips through the arena to a chorus of boos and jeers that drown out the lyrics of the tune as Rebecca smirks and Faith is beside herself. Rolling out the ring Rebecca tugs at her own bottoms laughing at Faith as she tells her that she got her mocking her. Faith is beside herself here as she glares at Rancid who smirks raising her hand in victory as she backs up the ramp way. She’s gotten the best of Faith on this night by any means necessary….

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King of PWT

July 2nd, 2006

 

Fecca, "What a night we’ve had thus far and it doesn’t show any signs of slowing down as we look on at that ominous Hell in a Cell that’s hovering over the ring in wait of the souls of Bobby Johnson and PWT Titanium champion M.J. Storm."
Styles, "This has been a long time comin’ Fecca and now MJ Storm is gonna have to pay the price."
Fecca, "I wouldn’t short change the Psychotic rookie."
Styles, "Okay, for one, he’s not a rookie anymore so for the love of Christ let’s throw that lil moniker out the damned window already! Number two, Bobby Johnson is easily the favorite for this match and while you can preach the Underdogs to these people all night long, at the end of the night there IS a reason that people are FAVORITES… Cause they’re better, plain and simple."
Fecca, "Well I reckon we’re fixin to find out…"

With that we fade to Sabrina at ringside.

 

Sabrina, "Ladies and Gentlemen… The following contest has been scheduled for ONEFALL and it is a HELL, In a CELL Match! As you see the 20 foot inclosed steal cage is currently lowering down over the ring area… The two superstars in this match will be locked inside of this cage with the only methods of victory being pinfall or submission… The competitor who forces their opponent to stay down for the three count or to tap out WILL BE… The PWT TiTANIUM CHAMPION!!!"

The cameras fade to the stage as The G.O.A.T., by LL Cool J, starts to play over the P.A. system. Single words start to flash up on the big screen….

THE……….FUTURE……..OF………THE………FRANCHISE……..BOBBY………JOHNSON

Various scenes from past matches involving Bobby starts to play. Bobby giving Ricky Carter a 450 Splash off the top of a ladder, while Ricky’s laying on a table. Bobby giving Matt Matlock a Bourbon Street Blues™ in The Elimination Chamber. Bobby with a tight Bourbon Street Blues™ on Chris Stlyes. Bobby giving Demented 3 straight Killa Kicks™, with the last one knocking the big man over the top ropes. Bobby jumping off the top of the turnbuckle, and giving MJ Storm a Body Splash, while he is laying on the announce table. Bobby giving Luther Aldridge The Greatest Trademark Move Of All Time™.  Bobby standing up on the turnbuckle with his arms raised in the air after winning the ICWA’s Royal Rumble. Bobby in the middle of the ring, holding up the PWT Titanium Championship after beating Jimmy Stryker to become the new Titanium Champion.  Bobby Standing over a fallen Christian Michaels, while holding the PWT Peoples Championship

  Bobby makes his way out from behind the curtains, and stops on the top of the ramp. He’s wearing a black wrestling singlet with the wide green stripes down the sides of it and the Grim Reaper symbol on the front of it, a black and green Team Johnson pullover jersey, black and green wrestling boots, a black and green fitted Team Johnson baseball cap, and his PWT Peoples and Tag Team Championships fastened around his waist.

Fecca, "There he is folks, the self proclaimed Future of the Franchise Bobby Johnson!"
Styles, "And with all that gold tell me he’s not!"
Fecca, "I certainly never said that."

He gets down in a Shawn Michaels type pose, then stands back up and starts to jump from side to side a lot like Brock Lesnar used to, and the crowd gives him a huge pop. He stops jumping, and starts to make his way down the ramp.

Sabrina, "INTRODUCING FIRST, The Challanger… Making his way curtosey of New Orleans Louisianna… He weighs in this evening at 256 pounds, he is one half of the PWT Tag Team Champions and the PWT People’s Champion… BOBBY_JJJJJJJOHNSONN!"

He stops in front of the ring, and leaps up onto the rings edge, and then grabs the ropes, and leap frogs over them, and lands inside the ring. He walks over to the far corner, and climbs up the turnbuckle, and flexes his biceps for the crowd, and gets back down, and walks over to the opposite turnbuckle, and repeats his flexing routine. He finally jumps down, and takes the pullover and hat off, and sets them down in the corner.  He gives his Titles to the referee.

With that the cameras fade to the stage as 'Firefly' by Breaking Benjamin begins to blare over the pa system and the words to the opening verse is seen on the titantron:

You my friend
You're a lot like them
But I cut your line
And you know I did
Now I'm lost in you
Like I always do
And I'd die to win
'Cause I'm born to lose

The lights begin to flicker red and orange as we see some red smoke appear on the stage as it lingers there and the crowd erupts. The black curtain flicks open as the words "And I'd die to win" are heard, and appearing on the stage is a very focused and less than pleased MJ Storm.

Fecca, "Normally we’d see Rhya Michaels accompanying this young man to ringside but earlier tonight she and CM shocked the world by revealing that she was stringing MJ along the entire time."
Styles, "It was brilliant!"
Fecca, "It was disgusting! I hope that Jezebel get’s what’s for when Karma comes back around!"

He begins to walk down the entrance ramps as we then hear Sabrina speak.

Sabrina: Making his way to the ring from Madison, Wisconsin, weighing in at two hundred and fifty-six pounds, he is the other half of the PWT Tag Team Champions and the PWT TITANIUM Champion… "The Fallen Superstar" M.J. Storm!!!!!!!!

M.J. finishes walking down the ramp, and slides into the ring as Bobby just smirks and shakes his head. He walks over to a set of ropes, and jumps on them, bouncing.

 

He then hops down and turns the official and hands him his leather trenchcoat, along with his championship belts.

The Hell in a cell slowly finishes dropping down as referee Frank Mason comes to center ring and draws both challengers a couple of steps out of the corner. MJ looks at Bobby with a very unenthused face, it’s safe to say that the prior events of this evening are still on his mind as Bobby looks focused but has a bit of a glimmer in his eye, probably cause he knows that the champ isn’t all there mentally. Mason finally finishes talking and backs away as he calls for the bell.

Fecca, "And this one is officially underway as perhaps one of our most unique tag teams ever are about to go head to head."

MJ and Bobby don’t waste a lot of time as they both lunge forward and hook each other in a neck and elbow grapple. Bobby and MJ are locked tighter than Fort Knox as they’re circling the center of the ring with the grapple well intact. Finally using his mild size advantage Bobby forces MJ down to a knee as the two athletes keep the grapple locked. MJ lets out a grunt as he tries to keep Bobby from progressing any further…. Slowly Storm fights his way back to his feet, both men still locked. MJ Then begins rushing forward while still in the grapple and ends up driving Bobby back first against the turnbuckles. Mason hopes in there and calls for the break.
Fecca, "Not exactly sure why he’s calling for the break in a no disqualifications Hell in a Cell match."
Styles, "Referee’s are mildly retarded, it’s a requirement for the job."
Regardless, MJ does in fact break the grapple. MJ backs out of the corner and Bobby slides across the ropes the opposite way and begins walking backwards toward center ring as MJ follows. The two suddenly both lunge forward again but this time Bobby shoots low and hoists Storm up with a double leg takedown, slamming MJ hard on the mat. MJ instantly rolls to his stomach as Bobby drops down and hooks a rear-waist lock before sprawling around and applying a front face lock. The crowd is going wild as MJ Draws his legs under him in hopes of giving himself a strong base to work from. Bobby has that front facelock held with authority but give the devil his due, MJ Storm is genuinely trying to fight his way out. Slowly the Psychotic rookie makes his way to a knee, forcing Bobby to rise with him… Then he hits his feet and almost instantly upon doing so he wraps his arms around Bobby and then pops upward delivering an inverted Northern Lights suplex with a bridge. The referee drops down but doesn’t even get one as Bobby kicks out with authority and both men jump to their feet and get in a shoot stance making the crowd pop.
Fecca, "What a display of true wrestlin’ by the four time NCAA Heavyweight champion and the current PWT Titanium champion!"
Bobby and MJ are sizing each other up as they slowly circle each other again… They both shoot in but Bobby quickly turns hooks MJ under the arm quickly before delivering a hip toss. MJ hits the mat and Bobby immediately wraps the arm and drops to a knee with a modified arm bar submission. The crowd reaction is good as MJ waves his good arm and the pain clearly shows upon his face. Referee Frank Mason gets down into the face of Storm and asks if he’s willing to call it quits but as one could predict the answer is a resounding no. MJ quickly fights his way up to his feet and then turns pressing his body into Bobby who still has hold of the arm… MJ rushes forward and ends up using his shoulder and upper torso to push Johnson’s back against the ropes which makes BJ loosen the hold on Storm’s arm enough for the Titanium champion to properly deliver a big Irish whip. The Franchise whips across the ring and springs off the far ropes, heading back toward the way he’d came… He gets to about center ring and meets MJ Storm who quickly wraps the in-motion People’s champion in an extremely well applied Sleeper Submission hold. Bobby is instantly jerked back as MJ has The future of the franchise locked up in the center of the ring.
Fecca, "I don’t think I’ve ever seen a Hell in a Cell match with such good in ring wrestling… Typically this is one of the most brutal bouts we have, yet here it seems to be turning into a wrestling "clinic" as the term goes."
MJ’s got that sleeper locked in good and things aren’t looking great for the younger brother of former WWE Intercontental champion Ahmed Johnson as his energy appears to be depleting……… MJ Wrenches it in a lil tighter as Bobby’s arms go limp by his sides and the man appears to be out on his feet. Mason grabs Johnson’s right arm, lifts it up, and then releases it watching it swing down by his side. "ONE!" the official states boldly… He again grabs the arm and draws it up… And again it swings down upon release. "TWO!" Mason announces even louder…. Our official goes to grab the challenger’s arm one more time but instantly Bobby shifts his wait, moves off to the side, wraps the arm around MJ and hoists the Titanium champion into the air, falling back and dropping MJ Storm with a high angle belly to back suplex. The crowd erupts as Bobby stays down with his chest pumping as MJ had just cut off the oxygen to BJ. Storm is holding his back in pain but is actually heading to his feet at a slightly faster pace than his opponent. MJ finds his feet and turns around to see Bobby coming to his… Storm goes over and hooks the "Vertical Suplex" grapple on Bobby Johnson before popping back and hoisting the Franchise into the air… MJ Holds Bobby up there, letting the blood rush down with the stall before he then drops and spikes Bobby Johnson with a stalling brain buster which makes the crowd pop. MJ rolls over and hooks the far leg as the ref drops down and counts ……………1……………………2 Just two as Bobby kicks out. MJ pulls himself up and reaches down grabbing his opponent by the neck and guides him to his feet as well. MJ Storm hooks Bobby again in a Vertical Suplex style grapple and again goes to hoist the People’s champ but Bobby pushes over MJ’s shoulder and ends up dropping down behind MJ’s back. Bobby Johnson instantly hooks the rear waist lock and then pops back and applies a German Suplex release. The crowd pops again as Storm folds up like an accordion before dropping to his stomach. MJ rolls himself over and starts to pull himself up as Bobby stays behind his opponent like a predator stalking his prey. Storm gets to his feet and Bobby rushes in, applies a full Nelson and instantly pops backwards, taking Storm back with a full nelson suplex and holding it with the bridge as Mason drops down and counts ………………1………………2…… MJ just kicks out. The crowd is going wild at this point as MJ and Bobby both get to their feet. Bobby shoots forward but MJ ducks an attempted grapple and swings around to the back of Johnson applying a brief rear-waistlock before shoving Bobby forward. Bobby runs and hooks the top rope with his arms as Storm gives chase. BJ Suddenly drops down still holding the top rope as MJ Storm’s grow wide and he goes up and over the top rope to the floor bellow. The fans grow loud as MJ releases the top rope and rolls down to the floor himself.
Fecca, "A terrific exchange of holds thus far but this is where it can really get dangerous as Bobby Johnson and MJ Storm have now gone to the steal incased floor at ringside."
Styles, "Time ta see some blood Fecca!"
Fecca, "I certainly hope not!"
Styles, "Come on! It adds to the entertainment value."
Fecca, "ENTERTAINMENT VALUE?! These are human beings we’re talking about! That’s their lively hood!"
Styles, "And then?"
At ringside Bobby’s pull MJ to his feet by the back of the head. Bobby Johnson then drives forward and smashes the champ’s face off the Hell in a Cell cage. The crowd delivers a mixed reaction but the Future of the Franchise pays it no mind as he repeats the process a second time, and then a third. MJ seems a little wobbly on his feet as Bobby hooks the arm and goes for the Irish whip but Storm swings around with the reverse and Bobby Johnson goes flying back first against the steal stairs as we hear the abrupt sound of spine against steal. Bobby cringes in pain as MJ charges forward and delivers a Mick Foley like running knee to the head of the challenger, crushing his skull between the steal stairs and the defending champion’s knee.
Fecca, "This bout has switched gears quick…"
MJ throws his head back thrusting the hair from his face as Bobby rolls to his knees and elbows. MJ bends down and pulls Bobby up to his feet. Bobby seems a little out of it as Storm hooks the wrist and then applies another Irish whip which sends Bobby across the floor and colliding back first with the door of the cage. Bobby again cringes in pain as MJ Darts across the ring. Storm leaps up in hopes of nailing a high body Avalanche (AKA Stinger Splash) but Bobby suddenly darts to the side and MJ nails the door with full force, actually ripping the chicken wire right off the top half of the door’s frame and landing at cageside.
Fecca, "MY GOD! He just went right THROUGH the steel door!"
Bobby who had thrown himself to the side gets up to his feet and looks at MJ lying outside the cage as the crowd is going nuts. Bobby steps over the bottom half of the Hell in a Cell door and over the body of MJ who is barely stirring. Bobby slowly picks MJ up by the hair and then turns and bounces the Titanium champion’s face off the fan barricade like a basketball. MJ’s upperbody bounces back and Bobby instantly grabs MJ and then pops backwards delivering a T-Bone suplex that sends storm up and over the guard rail and onto the cement floor of the first row, making the crowd erupt AGAIN.
Fecca, "HOLY GOD! He just suplexed MJ Storm INTO the crowd!"
Bobby steps back and adjusts the straps on his singlet as crowd is helping MJ to his feet in the first row. MJ gets pulled up and just as he looks back toward the ring Bobby darts, leaps up on the fan barricade, and then leaps into a front flip driving his back into the chest of MJ and sending both men down in the sea of humanity at ringside as the crowd just grows louder.
Crowd: HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT…
The camera zooms down as we see the performers bodies barely moving as security is holding the fans back from the athletes. Bobby and MJ both roll separate ways and start pulling themselves up off the cement (Bobby using the fan barricade and MJ using the row of seats). The two men stagger about briefly before turning face to face. Bobby goes for a big right hand but MJ blocks with his left and then nails a right of his own. Bobby spins around and leans back against the barricade as MJ suddenly drops down and then darts forward and BAM!
Fecca, "OH MY GAWD! HE JUST SPEARED BOBBY JOHNSON RIGHT THROUGH THAT PROTECTIVE WALL!!!"
Crowd: HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT…
MJ and Bobby both lye right in front of the dismantled Hell in a Cell door at ringside as the crowd’s making the walls move. MJ Slowly crawls over and covers Bobby Johnson with a basic lateral press as referee Frank Mason drops down and counts …………………1………………………2……………………… Just as his hand’s about to graze the ringside mats for 3 Bobby thrusts his shoulder up drawing a huge mix reaction from the fans.
Fecca, "I can’t believe he kicked out! Where’s this kid find the heart to do stuff like that?!"
MJ falls back on his knees and puts his hands into his hair as a clear look of frustration comes across his face. MJ takes a deep breath and shakes his head before he gets up to his feet, stepping through the rubble. Bobby slowly rolls to his stomach as MJ Storm bends down and grabs him by the chin and neck, slowly pulling him to his feet. Storm drags Bobby back into the Hell in a Cell (stepping over the half-a-door that remains). MJ grabs Bobby’s arm and goes for yet another Irish whip but this time Bobby swings around sending Storm across the ringside floor and flying chest first against the chicken wire wall of the Hell in a Cell. Bobby instantly gives chase as MJ Rolls over from his chest to his back being against the Cell wall… Just as he does Bobby leaps into the air and collides with Storm’s body via the High Body Avalanche (Stinger Splash). The crowd pops as Bobby steps out of the way and MJ staggers out a couple of steps and then in Triple H fashion (a more realistic version of Flair’s) he drops down to his chest. Bobby bends down and grabs a fist full of MJ’s hair and guides him up to his feet. Bobby smack’s MJ’s face off the steal ring post and then pulls him over to the side and rolls him back into the ring under the bottom rope. Bobby climbs up onto the outside ring apron and stands in wait as MJ slowly climbs to his knees and then starts to get to his feet. Storm turns just as Bobby jumps up onto the top rope and leaps forward nailing a missile drop kick into the chest of the Fallen Superstar. The crowd pops as Bobby gets a devilish grin on his face. The Franchise then runs to the corner and leaps up top Ala Rob Van Dam and gets himself set so he’s facing the inside of the ring. Bobby puts his arms out and then flies through the air and …………… SMACK!
Fecca, "OUCH! Bobby Johnson just went for that Crescent City Connection but the Titanium champion had his partner well scouted and got those knees up into the ribs of the challenger!"
Sure enough Bobby went for his version of the 450 splash and at the split second prior to landing ol’ MJ got his knees up. Bobby’s nursing his ribs as he’s in the fetal position and MJ is breathing deeply at the center of the ring. MJ slowly rolls to his knees and starts to pull himself up as Bobby is still down in pain from the knees of the Psychotic rookie. The Fallen Angel gets himself up and looks around for a minute before he drops down and rolls under the bottom rope. MJ bends down and tosses the ring apron up as he appears to be searching under the ring for something… Suddenly we see a tan steal chair go flying up and over the top rope into the ring…. But that can’t be all cause MJ’s still searching… Sure enough we see him withdraw a table as well, which of course makes the crowd pop. Storm slides the table under the bottom rope and then slides himself under that same rope. MJ Bends down and picks up the table and sets it up right next to the ropes nearest the left hand crowd (looking down from the ramp)… Once he does he glances over and sees Bobby Johnson pulling himself up on the ropes nearest the commentary tables. MJ walks over and grabs Bobby by the back of the head and guides him over toward the table before scooping him up and giving him a basic scoop slam onto the table. MJ then grabs the steal chair and sets it up a couple of feet in front of the table (with the back of the chair being nearest the table). MJ Bolts back, bounces off the ropes, runs, jumps up onto the back of the chair ala Sabu and then leaps up into a front flip and nails a modified Rolling Thunder summersault through Bobby Johnson and the table making the fans go absolutely nuts.
Crowd: P-DUB-TEE, PEE-DUB-TEE, PEE-DUB-TEE, PEE-DUB-TEE
Fecca, "MY GAWD! THESE TWO MEN MAY BE BROKEN IN HALF!!!"
With the way the table broke and the performers landed Bobby’s upper body is on the mat but is legs are propped up on a shattered piece of table that has the legs attached… MJ’s back is ontop of Bobby’s chest but his legs are hanging out over the bottom rope but under the middle rope. Frank Mason realizes this is a pinning situation and drops down to count ………………………1……………………2………………………3! But just as Frank’s hand is connecting for the three Bobby rolls over which makes MJ slide over the bottom rope and drop down to the ringside floor as Bobby’s down on his stomach.
Fecca, "STORM HAS WON! STORM HAS WON! MJ STORM HAS RETAINED THE TITANIUM CHAMPIONSHIP!!!"
Styles, "Says who?!"
Fecca, "Mason just counted the three… Didn’t he?"
Back in the ring Mason’s putting up two fingers and thrusting his shoulder forward to explain that Johnson just barely got his shoulder off the mat before the three which makes the crowd boo.
Fecca, "Well that was closer than the 2000 presidential race right there."
Styles, "Yeah well MJ doesn’t get a recount!"
Storm would probably be frustrated if he had any idea he was in a pinning position to begin with. As these two men are down on the mat the screen suddenly changes as a smaller screen appears in the higher left corner of the tron.
Fecca, "Well let’s check this out again…."
Once again on the replay we see MJ bounce off the ropes, leap onto the chair, and then coast into the air and come crashing down through the Future of the Franchise…. It then restarts that same clip again but this time it shows it in slow motion and really puts a lot of emphasis on the impact through the table. Our screen then goes back to normal as we see Bobby on his knees in the ring and MJ Slowly pulling himself up on the floor with the cage wall. Both men get to their feet about the same time but MJ’s facing the crowd where as Bobby was facing MJ. Bobby darts back, bounces off the ropes, zips across the ring and just as MJ’s turning around Bobby jumps up onto the top rope, turns on the rope in one swift motion, and then flies back and nails MJ with an assai moonsault that slams MJ back first against the Hell in a cell before they end up dropping into a pile on the floor.
Once again the crowd goes nuts as Fecca says, "Winning the championship’s becoming a moot point! Regardless of who wins they very well may not have anything left for any future title defenses!"
Bobby slowly crawls off of MJ and begins pulling himself up with the cell wall. Bobby gets up as MJ gets to his knees. Johnson bends down and grabs a fist full of Storm’s hair, bringing him up to his feet before rolling him into the ring. BJ Hops up onto the outside ringcanvas and then flips over the top rope with a modified summersault onto Storm ala Eddie Guerrero. Bobby then gets up and jumps back with a hand in the air as he’s clearly waiting for MJ Storm to get to his feet… Storm slowly pulls himself up with the ropes… Turns… WHIFFFF… Bobby went for the Killa Kick (Superkick) but MJ Ducked under! Bobby turns around and WHIFFF… MJ shot for the Thunder Crash (Yakuza Kick) but Bobby ducked under. The fans are on the edge of their seat… Bobby swings around and SMACK!
Fecca, "BOURBON STREET BLUES! BOURBON STREET BLUES! HE’S LOCKED ON THE BOURBON STREET BLUES!!!!"
The crowd erupts as Bobby’s hooked on his version of the Rear Naked Choke (Tazmission)… MJ’s fighting vigorously but to no avail. MJ continues to struggle but Bobby drops back to the mat and adds the leg scissors, locking MJ with little hope of escape. The fans are on their feet going wild… At this point they don’t care who wins so long as there is a winner. Bobby’s got it locked on and referee Frank Mason is right there looking for the submission but to the champ’s credit he just won’t call it quits… Bobby’s wrenching on that choke hold like you wouldn’t believe. Storm is still refusing to submit but his energy is quite blatantly depleting as we can see the color in his face is fading and his movements are getting lesser and weaker. The crowd is going wild and actually we can hear just how split the fans are…
Crowd: LET’S GO MJ… LET’S GO BOBBY… LET’S GO MJ… LET’S GO BOBBY… LET’S GO MJ… LET’S GO BOBBY… LET’S GO MJ… LET’S GO BOBBY…
Finally MJ seems to be completely out. Mason gets down and grabs Storm’s arm, lifts it up and flop. "ONE" the ref announces boldly……… He repeats the process and Bam… "TWO" He declares… He lifts the arm again but suddenly MJ slams his feet on the mat and pushes back rolling Bobby (who still has the choke locked in) to his shoulders. The ref counts ………………1…………………….2…………………………. Almost 3 but Bobby shifts his weight and rolls so that MJ’s on his stomach and Bobby’s on MJ’s back with the choke still locked. MJ’s still limp… The official checks the arms and doesn’t even bother with the three count as he goes over and calls for the bell.

Fecca, "BOBBY JOHNSON! BOBBY JOHNSON! BOBBY JOHNSON HAS JUST WON THE PWT TITANIUM CHAMPIONSHIP WITH THE BOURBON STREET BLUES!!!"

Sabrina, "Your Winner… And the NEW PWT TITANIUM CHAMPION… BOBBBY_JJJJJJJOHNSONNNN!!!!"

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King of PWT

July 2nd, 2006

The G.O.A.T. By LL Cool J Blasts over the PA as the Hell in a Cell begins getting raised. The time keeper ducks down under the cell and hands the Titanium, People’s and one of the tag straps up to Frank Mason who passes em on to Bobby before raising his arm. Bobby throws two titles over his left shoulder and one over his right as the Cell’s going up over the top rope and continuing in it’s slow rise. Suddenly we hear the ticking time clock that leads into the opening of "Line in the Sand" by Motorhead. The crowd erupts with boos as Christian Michaels and Rhya Michaels both come out with cocky smirks on their faces. CM points up to Bobby and begins clapping sarcastically as Bobby just glares up the ramp. CM Puts up his arms and we can just pick him up saying, "No, really BJ… You da man…" CM begins sarcastically bowing.

CM and Rhya continue down the ramp with "Line in the Sand" playing in the background As Bobby stands over his fallen tag partner. CM and Rhya get to ringside and CM climbs the stairs with Rhya close behind. CM enters the ring between the second and third ropes as Rhya gets in between the bottom and second ropes. They both come over to where Bobby’s standing as CM says, "Hey buddy, you’re the champ… Good job, now go run along and go get happy in the back, My business isn’t with you right now."

Bobby and CM are face to face, CM smirking as Bobby has a blatant look of disgust in his eyes. Finally Christian Michales begins putting the boots to MJ Storm as Rhya cheers her man on… Suddenly Bobby bolts forward and shoves CM so hard he goes flying on his Ass. CM’s eyes grow wide as Rhya looks in shock as well… Suddenly the crowd pops as we see Image Johnson come sliding into the ring with a steal chair in hand and rushing around Rhya and getting beside her man.

Fecca, "CM and Rhya Michaels looking to pick apart the fallen Superstar but Bobby Johnson and Image are to the rescue! THANK YOU JOHNSONS!"

Bobby bends down and starts pulling MJ up as Image holds off Rhya and CM (Who is still sitting on the mat) with the steal chair. Bobby pulls MJ up as he holds a steady glare at CM and Rhya. BJ Slaps him on the back and can be heard saying "You alright playa?" as he still looks at CM. MJ nods his head exhaustedly when Bobby suddenly jumps back, Image holds the chair in front of MJ’s face and Bobby springs forward as we hear a sickening smack of the Johnson’s Killa Kick smashing the chair into the face of MJ Storm. The crowd erupts with boos as MJ flies back and hits the mat with the chair landing on his face.

Fecca, "NO! NO! NO! DAMN YOU BOBBY JOHNSON! DAMN YOU STRAIGHT TO HELLLLL!!!"

Bobby gets a huge smirk on his face as CM finally pulls himself up as he’s grinning from ear to ear as well. CM and Bobby slap hands as Image and Rhya share a hug. The four then start stomping away at MJ Storm who’s out on the ground. CM eventually stops the assault though.

CM, "BOBBY! PICK HIM UP!"

Bobby bends down and begins picking him up by the arm which makes the steal chair slide off his face revealing that MJ’s been busted open pretty bad. Bobby pulls MJ to his feet as Christian Michaels grabs Storm’s head in the front facelock. It’s obvious he’s getting ready for the twist of fate.

CM, "BOBBY! Put the chair under his THROAT!"

Fecca, "WHAT?!"

Bobby grabs the folded steal chair and as requested he props it under MJ Storm’s throat with the two legs on the mat.

Fecca, "OH MY GOD! HE’LL KILL MJ! THIS WILL END HIS CAREER IF NOT HIS LIFE! NO! NO! DON’T DO THIS! HAVE SOME DAMNED HUMANITY! DON’T DO THIS!!!"

Styles, "No, this really is too much… don’t do it guys…"

Christian puts his free arm in the air and looks like he’s about to twist when the arena suddenly goes pitch black.

Fecca, "WHAT?! WHAT’S HAPPENING?! IS MJ ALRIGHT?!"

We suddenly hear the strike of a gong as a heavy bell is heard ringing Once……………………… TWICE………………………… THREE TIMES………… Suddenly the lights come back on and we look at the entrance ramp, but nothing. We fade to the ring where Bobby is holding MJ, CM’s released the front face lock and they’re all looking up the ramp.

CM, "Whatever."

CM rolls his eyes and turns back and grabs MJ’s again when the crowd suddenly erupts…. We look at the ramp and running down it is a rather large man wearing a pair of black jeans, a black turtle neck, black gloves, black combat boots, and a black ski mask (the kind with just one large oval eye hole and no mouth hole). The Man slides into the ring and Bobby instant runs forward but only to get dropped by a big right hand from our masked man. Image rushes over but the man side steps, grabs the back of her hair, and throws her out of the ring between the second and third ropes. Rhya comes flying at the masked man looking for a lout hex press of sorts but the dark man ducks down, grabs her right leg and lifts up sending her up and over the top rope and to the floor. Bobby’s back up and comes back running at the man as CM has dropped down and rolled out of the ring under the bottom ropes.

Fecca, "I DON’T KNOW WHO THIS IS BUT MJ STORM OWES HIM HIS LIFE! THANK YOU!"

Bobby suddenly takes a big kick to the gut from the masked man… The masked man looks directly at CM as he puts Bobby’s head between his legs… and then hoists him into the air and releases in Kevin Nash style delivering a huge Jacknife powerbomb

FECCA, "WAIT… YOU DON’T THINK?!"
Styles, "It’s too short to be Nash dummy!"

MJ at this point is sitting in the corner with a far away look in his eyes as the blood is pouring from his skull, CM’s on the floor with a look of confusion, and following the powerbomb Bobby Johnson’s rolled out to the floor where he lays with Rhya and Image who are just getting up.

The masked man stands, his hands planted on his hips as his chest peeks out, showing that it’s a proud man who’s willing to stand strong and invites all comers. CM helps Bobby up as the ladies come over and CM just waves off MJ and the masked man. "Firefly" by Breaking Benjamin (MJ’s theme) blasts over the PA as MJ slowly pulls himself up in the corner with a fair away look in his eyes and the masked man simply stands strong.

Fecca, "Who the Hell is that?!"
Styles, "I don’t know, but what I do know is that he better not be sticking around cause Christian Michaels still has to go toe to toe with Georgia James for the King of PWT… And for once Bobby, I’m totally looking forward to our main event!"
Fecca, "Well, that’s true… Let’s show ya how this one came to be."

[ We fade from the announcers to a shot of the tron. It comes to life, but the screen is black as the camera pulls in til this scene engulfs your television. Eventually there's a loud "click" followed instantly by a bright spot-light shining down on a stand. Upon this stand we see a crown. Then there's the sound of an old school movie projector rolling into action. Directly behind the crown and its stand we see footage of a castle in ruins after great battles and eventually being abandoned.

"For two years the kingdom lay in ruins....."

[ More shots of the rundown castle that eventually have splices of the Angel arena during the two years that PWT was on hiatus....

"But last year the kingdom was reborn......The castle rebuilt with old and new cornerstones alike...."

[ We get shots of the past year in PWT with returning stars like David Van Dam, Viper, Christian Michaels, and Legacy competing in the ring.....Then spliced in are shots of Georgia James, Damo, MJ Storm, and Bobby Johnson in action...

"Still there was no King to rule over the kingdom....Anarchy reigned supreme....."

[ Many of the wild brawls from the past year are shown. Even that fake riot is added in for effect. But more often than not we're seeing scenes of Synergy running rough-shot over people. We see tehir biggest moments....From the moment CM turned on Javen all the way to the branding of McCallister. Its all there.

"Now the time has come to choose a leader.....Time to crown....A......King"

[ One by one pictures of all thirty-two participants pass by the screen.

"Thirty-two enterted the tournament......Now there are but two left....."

[ Side shots of Christian and Georgia that make them appear to be staring at each other.....

"These two warriors who soundly moved through the first round...."

[ CM is shown taking out Preston Scott Floyd with a finisher.....Georgia takes down Jack Chaos with her finisher......At the one count we see CM pinning Preston.....Two has Georgia with a pin on Jack......Three has a split shot of them pinning their opponent and then having their arm raised in victory.

"The second round was a breeze for one..."

[ Michaels getting a free ride when Rhya doesn't show is briefly shown...

"But not for the other..."

[ Some of the highlights of Georgia's tough match against Bobby Johnson is shown.

"In the third round.....Roles were reversed..."

[ We see CM having a tough match with MJ that he ended up winning thanks to Bobby deciding to send him onward in the tournament instead of MJ. And then we get to see some of Georgia getting a count-out over a midget Avi and then knocking out American Idol Taylor Hicks.

"The fourth round took its toll on both...."

[ CM being superkicked off a ladder off the top of the cell is shown.....Georgia getting plastered by Sean Hunter is shown....

"But they rose above...."

[ We see that Dream Sequence that put Sean Hunter out for the three and then CM's "Just Like That" to put Seifer through the cell roof.

"They've proven worthy to be where they are........But only one can win......Tonight one will be hailed as PWT royalty.....While the other is left to dream of what might have been...."

[ Very quick splicing together of the journey of Georgia and Christian to the finals that ends with another shot of the crown upon its stand....

 

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Re:PWT Presents 'King Of PWT' (7/02/06)

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King of PWT

July 2nd, 2006

As the video package for the mainevent fades we go just pass the gorilla position in the back where we find the newly formed Synergy looking a bit rough for wear. BJ is holding his back, Image and Rhya are both holding their necks and CM seems a bit out of it mentally.

Bobby, "What the Hell dude?! Who the Hell was that?!"

Christian Michaels, "I don’t know, but I have a bad feeling about this."

Image, "YOU have a bad feeling?!"

CM, "Hey, I know that I didn’t go in there and try ta beat dude up or nuffin, but hey… I’m wrestling in the main event… This could be a huge win for all of us, I couldn’t risk injury right before a match like this."

Bobby, "Ya got a point, but I’m coming out to watch your back."

Rhya, "Me too."

Image, "Hell yeah!"

CM puts his hands up, "Whoa people… I appreciate it, but I don’t wanta hear Georgia bitch and moan that I had a fleet of people helpin’ me. You know how women get…"

Bobby smirks and nods but Rhya and Image both glare, seemingly unamused at CM.

CM gulps, "Wrong crowd I guess… Regardless, I’d actually much rather ya’ll stay in the back."

Bobby, "But playa…"

CM, "No buts, I got this."

CM gives Bobby a pat on the shoulder and walks back toward the gorilla position as the camera zooms in on Johnson who says, "This has got nowhere but bad to go…"

The camera fades to the ring where arguably the most famous ring announcer of all time is standing……

  

Buffer, "Ladies and Gentlemen welcome to PWT’s King of PWT Pay Peeer View, LIVE in the beautiful Breslin center of East Lansing Michigan (crowd pops)… The following contest has been approved by the Michigan State Board of Athletic control… On staff tonight for this bout will be our on staff medic in the back Josh Crade… At Ringside, Calling the play by play for everyone at home is Robert Fecca and offering a color analyisis of the action is Edward Styles. Keeping track of the time aloted to this bout and making the decision final with the ring of the bell once a decision is in fact reached is Time Keeper David Sheering. And here to call this fight straight down the middle from bell to bell is Professional Wrestling Today senior referee, Shawn Cain…… "

Buffer, "The following bout has no time limit and has been scheduled as onefall wins all… The first person to make their opponent submit to the adverse pain inflicted or rendered unconscious with their shoulders to the mat for three consecutive seconds will be the victor… This bout is to crown the OFFICIAL… KING of Professional Wrestling Today Now Michigan… Are You Ready?"

*Crowd pops*

Buffer, "I Said… Aaaaaaaaare… You… RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRREADY?!"

*Crowd pops louder*

Buffer, "Then… For the thousands in attendance, and the millions watching around the wooorrld… Lets Get Rrready to RRRRRRRRRRRUMMMMMMBLLLEEEE!!!"

The crowd erupts when The sound of a ticking clock is heard as the arena lights fade away......A video starts on the tron as we enter the first hard guitar rifts of  Motorhead's "Line In The Sand".....This video comprised of images depicting Christian Michaels in PWT action, shots of his betrayal of Javen and embrace with NED spliced in....Fans are booing like hell, the lights coming back on to reveal their former hero with his back to them....His arms are outstretched in Jericho-fashion...CM spins round and makes his way down the aisle with a cocky walk....

 

Buffer, " Making his way to the ring first… Currently being represented by black cargo pants, he weighs in this evening at 224 pounds he has been known to be messured more by heart than weight… Inside of PWT his resume is resounding as he is a former PWT Tag team champion, two time PWT Cruiserweight champion, PWT United States Champion, Titanium champion, and Professional Wrestling Today HEEEAVYWEIGHT Champion Of The World…… Making his way from the historic Memphis Tennessee… The same place where the legendary Jerry "The King" Lawler had wrestling’s most famous feud with comedic actor Andy Kaufman… Where eventual world renouned wrestling champions such as Jeff Jarrett (crowd boos), Jerry Lawler (crowd pops), Johnny Valient, Jackie Fargo, and so many others began… One could say he was breed in the capital of this sport…"

 

Many fans shouting obscenities as he moves up  the steps.....

Buffer, "He is the master of the "Just like That" three-fourths spinning neck breaker, a high impact move he’s used to secure victory many of times over… He is The "Southern Heartthrob" CHHHHHHHHHHHHHRIS_TIAN.. MICCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHAELLLSS!!!"

Michaels steps into the ring and calls for those jeers....The music fading away as CM waits for the challenger.

"""Bow down before me." This voice is heard throughout The arena as "T-H-E-E R-E-I-G-N-I-N-G G-O-D-D-E-S-S scrolls across the screen in red letters as images of Georgia flashes. "Georgia" rips through the airwaves now as out walks Thee Reigning Goddess herself in a cloud of smoke that slowly rises from the stage. Through the smoke is the ever confident championess with a self satisfied smirk across her face that seems irreplaceable as she makes her way to the ring. Slowly yet surely she struts her stuff down the aisle with her agent Paul Heyman by her side.

Buffer, "And The Challenger… Weighing in at an extremely limited 135 pounds, she’s made her name by using her speed and agility to out perform some of the biggest and the baddest men in professional wrestling today… On this night she’s represented by a red leather jumpsuit… She too has a resume of awe as she is a former PWT Tag Team Champion, and the longest reigning PWT Fatal Female champion in history… But easily over shadowing all other accomplishments is the fact that she is the Pee Double-you Tee HEEEEEAVYWEIGHT Champion… Of The Worlldd…"

She gets a very positive reaction from the masses and brushes her left shoulder off shaking her head one at ringside.

Buffer, "She makes her way this evening from Atlanta Georgia, former home to the historic World Championship Wrestling… She too is no stranger to the world of professional wrestling. She is accompanied to ringside by Paul Heyman, who has managed some of the all time greats of this business including former WWE heavyweight champions Rick Rude, Steve Austin, Larry Zybsko, The Undertaker, The Bigshow, Kurt Angle and Brock Lesnar… Tag Team legend Arn Anderson, and many, many, more."

Walking up the steps after talking shop with Heyman Georgia climbs through the ropes and walks across the ring casually leaning on the ropes. She stretches out and yawns seemingly uninterested in all the pre-match festivities as she tells the crowd it's all about Gee. With this pretends that CM don't even exist as she lounges.

Buffer, "Ladies and gentlemen… She is the self proclaimed "Reigning Goddess"… GEORGIA_JAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMESSSS!!!"

"Georgia" fades from the PA as referee Shawn Cain calls GJ and CM to center ring. The camera is right in there as we hear Shawn in his rough voice saying "I know how both of you work and I don’t want any crap from either of ya! This is the King of PWT, The biggest match of the year, But I’ll disqualify either one of ya in the blink of an eye and send every one of these people home wanting to kill all three of us, so don’t test me! I see any of your typical bullshit I’ll throw your ass out quicker than The Rocket on opening day of a yankee’s game. You’re both seasoned vets, ya both know the rules, ACT LIKE IT! Now… Ya ready?"

Georgia smirks as we can hear her say "I’m always ready" and CM says, "I hope ya mean ready to make me a victory sam-ich cause I’ma send your ass back to the kitchen!"

Shawn rolls his eyes, steps back and calls for the bell.
Fecca, "And with that this bout is officially underway…"
Styles, "Who’s idea was it to hire Michael Buffer."
Fecca, "I’m not sure, why?"
Styles, "I could have read letters A through Z of the ecylapedia faster than he announced these two."
Fecca, "This match is a pretty big deal ya know."
Styles, "So was my sexual encounter with Sabrina last night but she didn’t take an hour to hype us up before we got to the wild monkey sex…."
Fecca, "Hey look!"
Styles, "What? What is it?"
Fecca, "A good excuse to switch topics!"
Back in the ring CM and Georgia have been slowly circling like a couple of lions just waiting to make the first strategic move in this battle for supremacy. Suddenly they both charge forward, seemingly looking for a grapple but Christian cuts it off with a quickly applied fake into the thumb to the eye of Georgia. The crowd boos as Georgia grabs her eye and stumbles around. Christian comes up from behind and wraps her up in a tightly applied side head lock as we can hear Shawn yell "WHAT THE HELL’D I TELL YOU?!" CM looks sheepishly as he just holds the side head lock. The champion’s trying to escape but isn’t having a lot of luck… Although, she sure is squirming a lot… CM looks like he’s having a harder and harder time keeping a hold of this move as he’s used to having it applied to guys with big triceps and necks. Sure enough, she finally slips out of the headlock… She then quickly jumps up, cups her hands around CM’s chin and drops back nailing him with a modified "Cool Cracker" (Carlito’s backbreaker). The crowd pops as CM rolls over holding his back. Georgia pops up and runs across to the opposite side of the ring as CM gets to a knee… Georgia bounces off and comes back as CM gets on both feet and turns just in time to see Georgia baseball slide right between his legs and under him. Christian spins around as Georgia (who’s now standing on the outside ring canvas holding the top rope) draws back and leaps up and over the top rope with a missle drop kick to the chest of Michaels, knocking the Heartthrob down. The crowd pops as both performers quickly get to their feet. Christian turns and James jumps up and delivers a high standing drop kick knocking him back down… They both get back up again, Christian staggers this time before again turning to face the champion but this time Georgia James leaps up, wraps her legs around Michaels’ neck, and then drops back with a straight hurrincarana going through Chris’ legs and holding them in a pinning hurrincarana. The ref drops but doesn’t even count one before Christian kicks out. Georgia is first to her feet as Christian pushes himself up, Christian turns around and Georgia shoots under CM’s arms and around his body locking in a rear waist lock. Georgia rushes forward and presses CM chest first against the ropes and then drops back probably looking for a rolling pin but CM hooks the top rope and Georgia lands hard on her back. Georgia grabs her back as she gets to her feet but CM leaps up and this time it’s the Heartthrob landing a high drop kick. They both get to their feet but Georgia’s the worse for wear and CM capitalizes with a basic scoop slam. Christian then turns and leaps back with a standing moonsault. Without moving much Christian stays over James with a cocky lateral press but Georgia kicks out immediately. Georgia goes to get up by she only gets as far as sitting up before CM grabs a fist full of her hair and yanks her back into a rear chin lock (modified sleeper). Georgia struggles as referee Shawn Cain gets right down and sticks his hand around the throat region of Georgia to make sure CM’s not choking her. Surprisingly it would seem that he’s not.
Fecca, "So far this bout has been very "back and forth"."
Styles, "What’d ya expect?"
Fecca, "Exactly what were gettin’."
Styles, "…Oh… Well uh yeah… Yeah."
Back in the ring Georgia’s arms are swinging about as she’s attempting to find a way to escape this predicament… Suddenly she stops flailing and reaches up, gets her hands on CM’s face and despite not being able to see CM’s face, she has surprisingly good direction and delivers an eye rake making the Southern Heartthrob release the hold and spring back holding his eyes. The crowd pops as Georgia gets up only to be charged by a half blind Christian Michaels. Georgia catches Christian’s arm and drops low with a deep arm drag. They both get up and CM charges again with the exact same result.
Fecca, "Shades of Ricky Steamboat with those deep arm drags…"
Christian gets up and staggers forward this time as Georgia bounces back off the ropes and then leaps up and delivers an X Pac styled spinning heel kick to the face of Michaels. Christian grabs his face as Georgia gets up, runs across the ring, leaps up on the second rope and flips back landing a modified lionsault on CM. Georgia hooks the far leg and Cain drops down ……………………1……………………2 Just two as CM powers out. They both get up and Georgia immediately leaps up looking for a standing drop kick but before she can connect CM drops down and rolls under the bottom rope. Georgia applies her cat like agility and lands on her knees facing CM with a smirk as Christian seems unamused while collecting himself on the outside.
Fecca, "CM taking a minute to slow down the match which isn’t typical Christian Michaels style but typically Christian Michaels isn’t working with such an equally if not perhaps even more fast paced opponent."
Styles, "That’s exactly it… Christian Michaels would actually be more comfortable against a bigger opponent. This sport is full of big guys so when you’re the size of a guy like Christian Michaels you grow accustomed to setting your style in the ring to be against those bigger than you. CM’s used to having to be quicker and more agile than his opponent but Georgia, who is the smallest performer in the heavyweight title division, is the smallest person in the ring at all times so that means that she’s still able to use her normal style against Christian who’s a hundred pounds heavier where as Christian needs to go outside the box and start thinking about working a slower, more methodical match. He needs to apply some power moves and really branch out from his typical format if he hopes to beat the heavyweight champion… That’s a lesson that Seifer’s learned the hard way twice."
At this point the ref is at five with the outside count and Georgia’s on her feet… CM slowly walks up the steal steps and very cautiously puts his leg over the second rope but Georgia starts heading that way so he backs off and yells at the ref to keep her back. Cain puts his hand across Georgia’s shoulder and holds her back while telling her to get back. The Goddess rolls her eyes but she does step back and the Memphis native gets in the ring but stays in the corner. Georgia starts heading toward CM but CM suddenly hops back out of the ring via the second and third ropes.
The crowd boos as Fecca says, "Well… I Think he heard ya cause he’s taken this match from forth gear to nearly being at a stand still."
CM stands on the outside with his hands on his hips as he seems to be collecting his thoughts. Georgia steps back to center ring and does the "Just bring it" hand gesture as the crowd pops and CM’s eyes get wide. CM Climbs up onto the ring apron and starts talking trash as Georgia walks toward him with a "Whatcha gonna do " attitude. Just as she’s getting to the ropes Cain slides between the two with his back to Christian as he ducks down and wraps around Georgia to get her to back off… Just as Cain ducks down CM quickly hops on the bottom rope and leans over give Georgia James a Three Stooges like two finger eye poke. Georgia stumbles away from the ref as CM jumps up onto the top rope. James turns around and CM nails a missile drop kick of his own. Georgia hits the mat hard as CM gets back up, runs over to the corner and leaps up to the top rope ala RVD, and then jumps backwards looking for a moonsault off the top… Georgia rolls out of the way but CM shows off his own cat like agility as he lands on his feet behind her. GJ gets to her feet smirking as Heyman’s wide eyed at ringside. Paul Heyman, who’s been surprisingly uninvolved thus far jumps up on the ring apron and points behind Georgia while yelling for her to watch out. Georgia raises a curious eyebrow and turns only to meet a quick kick to the gut. CM quickly applies the front facelock and then spins around looking for the "Just Like That" (Twist of Fate) but Georgia shoves him forward. Michaels hits the ropes and bounces back as the champion bends down telegraphing a backbody drop. Christian stops in his tracks and delivers a stiff kick to the face of Georgia James. James bounces back but CM kicks her in the gut again. This time he sticks her head between his legs. The crowd starts to grow loud as Michaels hoists her up and then drops with her nailing a Batista-like sitdown power bomb and holding her in place as Shawn Cain drops down and counts …………………….1…………………………2………. Georgia kicks out and rolls up and over to her stomach as the crowd pops. CM gets up looking annoyed and yells, "HOW MUCH IS SHE PAYIN YA REF?! COME ON!" Cain insists that it was a two count as a less than thrilled CM gets up. Georgia pulls herself to her knees as CM grabs her and draws up with a Vertical Suplex grapple before snapping back with a Snap Suplex. CM floats over and the ref drops down and counts ……………………1………………….2…… Just two as Georgia kicks out. CM suddenly pops forward to his knees and begins arguing with the ref over the count again but as he does he has his leg across the throat of the heavyweight champion without detection from the official.
Fecca, "Awe come on!"
Styles, "WHOOOOO!"
After a brief argument with the official, CM decides not to push his luck and get caught with the choke. Christian gets up as Georgia rolls over holding her throat and gasping for air. Michaels reaches down and pulls James up by her hair before pressing her back against the ropes and then pulling back and sending her whipping across the ring with an Irish whip. Georgia nails the far ropes as CM is close behind giving chase. Michaels goes for a clothesline but Georgia ducks and darts forward. CM misses and spins around with his back leaning on the ropes briefly before Georgia James goes for a kick to the gut of CM… But CM catches the leg of the champ and grins… GJ is quick on her feet though and leaps up, nailing Michaels across the head with an Enzigiri that sends a loud SMACCCK through out the arena. CM instantly gets a far away look his eyes but stands their never the less… Then without warning he drops back and falls through the second and third ropes, bounces off the outside canvas and lands face first on the wrestling mats around ringside making the crowd erupt. Georgia rolls to her feet, runs across the ring, bounces off the ropes at ramp-side, flies across the ring as CM is getting up on the outside, leaps onto the top rope as CM is turning to face the ring, and leaps off in a front flip, landing back against chest to Christian Michales as the two land right in front of the commentary tables.
Fecca, "The action’s spilled out right in front of us!"
Back in the ring Shawn Cain is bitching a bit but he isn’t trying to count the performers out which is a plus. As one could expect Georgia is first to her feet. CM is however on his hands and knees as she gets there. Georgia heads over to the ring and jumps up onto the outside ring canvas as CM pulls himself up and leans back on the commentary table. Georgia suddenly leaps back looking for an assai Moonsault but Christian darts to the side and lands right across the edge of the commentary table (which doesn’t break) before falling off the end and landing in a ball infront of the table.
Crowd: HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT…
Fecca, "MAH GAWD! I THINK SHE JUST BROKE HERSELF IN HALF!!!"
Heyman rushes over to check on his client as Shawn Cain hops out of the ring partly to check on Georgia but more to make sure Heyman stays out of the way. CM glances over and sees Georgia laying in a ball on the floor and gets a smirk on his face. He then turns and yanks an open water bottle off the Spanish announce table and takes a swig of somebody’s water before tossing the poor schlub’s bottle to the crowd and heading toward Georgia James. Heyman happens to glance over and see CM coming so he hops up and gets in front of CM, ordering him to stay away from his client. CM shakes his head and tries to continue forward but Heyman pushes him back and says "I’M SERIOUS!" CM looks off to the side, clearly not too happy… Then looks straight at Heyman, places his hand over Paul’s face and pie face’s him down to his ass. Michaels walks past him and bends down grabbing Georgia by the hair… Christian begins pulling her up when Heyman (who has obviously gotten up) Jumps on CM’s back and grabs him in a sleeper. CM rolls his eyes before he reaches up and around Heyman’s head, holding it as if he might do a stunner, but then turns around and runs at an angle backwards until he abruptly drives Heyman’s spine into the steal post at ringside. The crowd pops as Heyman instantly releases and falls into a heap. Meanwhile, Georgia is just finishing getting to her feet when CM glances over… Georgia turns just in time for Michaels to spring toward her and nail a devastating "Just Got Whapped" (Sweet Chin Music) which Sends Georgia flying up onto the commentary table.
Fecca, "BAH GAWD! GEORGIA JAMES ‘JUST GOT WHAPPED’ CLEAR TO HELL INTO OUR LAPS!!!"
CM slides into the ring and begins climbing the ropes as the crowd is on their feet in anticipation.
Fecca and Styles both get up and rush out of the way as Fecca says, "I don’t know what ya got in mind son but reconsider!"
CM puts his arms out and then leaps as the arena fills with flashes. Then………… SMASH!
Fecca, "MAH GAWD! CM ROLLED THE DICE AND GOT SNAKE EYES! HE JUST WENT FLYING WITH THAT SOUTHERN CLIMET LEG DROP BUT GEORGIA JAMES JUST BARELY GOT OUT OF THE WAY AND CM JUST DESTROYED OUR TABLE!!!!"
Crowd: HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT…
Christian Michaels is laying in shambles as he may have just ended his own career in an all or nothing move that came up nothing. Fortunately Georgia hasn’t recovered that well from the combination of the missed moonsault and the "Just Got Whapped" superkick so she’s on her knees by the Spanish commentary table. Shawn Cain is right down by CM looking to see if he’s alright… His lips are moving so he must be answering but his eyes are clenched closed and pain has been deeply etched on his face since he landed. Shawn drops down to a knee as he’s communicating with CM, which combined with the fact that bar his lips CM hasn’t moved since he landed, we’re starting to wonder if something isn’t seriously wrong. The camera gets pretty close and we just pick up CM saying "…I don’t know, I felt something pop around my tail bone and it shot through my back…" Shawn, "I’m gonna get the medics, stay still.." CM
CM doesn’t offer much resistance as Fecca says, "Eddie’s having some trouble with his headset… Ya heard CM say that he felt something pop around his tail bone… I think this match is over folks, as too maybe CM’s career."
That said Shawn’s signaling to the back went noticed and the medic team is coming out with a stretcher and a gurney. Right behind them comes a very concerned Rhya Michaels. The medics rush to ringside and get around the ring, ignoring Heyman’s barely moving carcass and coming straight over to CM. The lead medic Josh Crade drops down and asks "What happened?" CM "I Felt something pop around my tail bone and now my whole body is numb…" Josh, "Alright, we gotta get ya on the stretcher and out of here."

Georgia’s finally up by the Spanish commentary table. She notices the stretchers and medics surrounding CM and comes over seemingly agitated as we can here her yell, "What’s this bullshit?!" Shawn Cain, "CM’s hurt, this is over." Georgia seems furious as she says, "WHAT?! THIS is how I’m gonna win the crown?! THIS is gonna be the climax of my spectacular year?! SCREW THAT!"

Georgia rushes around Cain and shoves Crade away from Michaels. Shawn gets right in her face and tells her not to do it but she turns around and starts stomping away at the body of CM despite Cain’s commands. CM doesn’t so much as react to a shot… Probably cause he can’t. Cain grabs her from behind and literally throws her back about six feet.

Georgia, "WHAT THE HELL PEON!?!"

Shawn Cain, "The guy’s hurt! You touch him I’ma touch you! Now leave him alone!"

Georgia, "FINE!"

Cain turns back to head back to CM as Georgia ends up going over and grabbing a black folded steal chair that was against the fan barricade. Georgia comes running from behind and SMMMMMASH! Wraps the steal chair right around the back of the head of Shawn Cain, dropping him where he stands. The crowd hasn’t reacted in a few minutes as none of them are sure what they’re seeing right now.

Fecca, "Come On Georgia! For Godsakes! The man has a family!!"

Georgia comes over with the chair and waves it around making the medics flea… She then gets down over CM, mounting herself as grabs him by the hair and pulls his head up slightly… But suddenly out of no where CM gets a huge smile before swinging his left arm up as we see a flash of fire leave his hand and nail Georgia in the face.

Fecca, "WHAT THE HELL?! HE JUST USED A FIREBALL!!"

Georgia instantly jumped up holding buring your face in her hands as stumbled over to the time keepers table before dropping to a knee, still holding her face. CM suddenly jumps to his feet ala Shawn Michaels as he then jumps from side to side a bit in a Renee Dupree fashion making the crowd boo extremely loud.

Fecca, "He… he…. He was fakin?! That son of a BITCH!"

CM walks over and yanks Georgia up by the hair but as he does she spins around with something in dark in her hands and wraps CM across the face with it making him land hard on the ground. She then drops the item which we realize was the ring bell. Georgia mounts her self on CM’s back and starts pummeling the side of his face with some hard right hands… She’s clearly pissed. Georgia finally gets off him and grabs him by the back of the hair and an arm, pulling him up. Once she gets him up he whips his neck back making his hair get out of his face and revealing that blood is gushing from his face. Georgia then grabs CM by the arm and pulls back with an Irish whip… CM Runs and BAM! Face first into the ring post that he’d slammed Heyman into. Georgia comes over with a Steve Austin BMF walk, grabs him, and rolls him into the ring.
Styles, "Holy Spacoli-driver, this bitch is pissed!"
Fecca, "Welcome back Eddie… Apparently CM must not have gotten all of her with that fireball but she’s damn sure on fire!"
Georgia rolls into the ring and again pulls CM up by the hair and arm till he gets to his feet. Georgia pushes his back against the corner and then with all of her strength, bends down and hoists CM up onto the top rope. Georgia climbs through the first and second ropes and begins climbing the ropes behind CM… She gets to the second rope and wraps CM’s head in the position for a reverse DDT. She then climbs up to the top rope, bent over…
Fecca, "This is high risk… Looks like maybe she wants a tornado DDT Reverse…"
Suddenly CM Stands up with his feet on the second ropes, wraps his arms up around Georgia and jumps out bringing her crashing down in what looks like a flying Diamond Cutter…
Fecca, "MODIFED JUST LIKE THAT OFF THE TOP ROPE! OH MAH GAWD!"
The crowd erupts albeit with a mixed reaction as CM Rolls over ontop of her and hooks the far leg, rolling her up a lil as Cain slides into the ring holding his neck with his left hand and with his right… …………………….1………………………………….2………………………………………3!!!!

The bell sounds as Cain rolls back out of the ring and Buffer announces, "YOUR WINNER AND THE PEE DOUBLE YOU TEE KING OF THE RIIIIIING… CHRRRRRISTIAN_MICCCCCCCCCCHAELS!!!!!"

"Line in the Sand" by Motorhead blasts over the PA as CM leans back on his knees, looking up with a blood drenched face and smiling joyfully as he breaths heavily… Suddenly from the sky confetti begins pouring down as we see Rhya slide in the ring and hug her husband from behind.

Rhya, "YOU DID IT BABY! YOU DID IT!"

Fecca, "Well whether ya like him or not, ya gotta hand it to Christian Michaels… He’s the NEW King of the Ring!"

Bobby and Image suddenly slide into the ring to celebrate as well.

"Line in the Sand" suddenly changes to another Motorhead song as we hear…

"Behold The King… The King of Kings… On Your Knees Boy!"

As "King of Kings" begins to play Bobby pics up CM and gives him a huge hug.

Fecca, "What a night!"

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Re:PWT Presents 'King Of PWT' (7/02/06)

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King of PWT

July 2nd, 2006

 

 

CM suddenly glances over and notices that Georgia’s sitting in the corner shaking her head in disappointment… CM grows an evil smirk as He, Bobby, Image, and Rhya grow a semi-circle and start stalking toward Georgia.

Fecca, "HEY! COME ON! IT’S OVER NOW!"

Georgia’s great but even she knows her chances are slim to none in this situation… Just as they’ve closed in as far as they can the lights suddenly go off…

Styles, "NOT AGAIN!"

Suddenly we hear some music (rock music) which hasn’t been heard in PWT before… The beat definitely has purpose… Then the lyrics kick in…

"There's another reflection involved up in my mind

A wholeness that has just been lost

Striving hard for perfection but still nothing to find

Some value with a cheaper cost

And as I reach out to hear you the sound is so muffled

It makes a lesser man of me

So the only thing left to bring up to date is

[chorus]

You suck!

 

Watch me fall while I go down

I'm taking all you bastards to the ground with

me then I'll frown

On your fucking whole life

The systematic hype still means a bit much to me

Watch me fall while I go down

I'm taking all you bastards to the ground with

me then I'll frown

On your fucking whole life

The systematic hype still means a bit much to me

 

"Payback" By Flaw continues blasting over the PA as the lights come back on … Synergy is lined up looking toward the ramp, Georgia’s disappeared, and just as the lights come on we see the man who’s in black from head to toe slide under the bottom rope with great haste. Bobby’s the first one to fly forward and the man springs forward with a massive clothesline that would make JBL’s look like a chop. Bobby drops with great force and flies under the bottom rope. Rhya and Image both rush at the man but he bends down and with one arm around one, and one arm around the other he hoists them up and slams them down in a double spine buster making them both fly out of the ring. The man turns around and gets up on the bottom rope pointing down at the three performers on the ground and talks a lil trash as CM rushes from behind and nails the man across the back with a forearm. The man hops off the bottom rope and stiffens up as CM’s eyes get wide and the crowd erupts. The man turns around and CM goes to run off but the masked reaches out and grabs a hand full of CM’s hair as CM’s legs keep running right out from under him and he flies to his back hard.

Fecca, "I don’t know who the Hell this guy is but this is the second time tonight he’s man handled synergy and that’s saying a lot!"
Styles, "Whoever he is needs to mind his own damned business!"

CM Gets up but puts his arms up and is backing off and begging off. The man just looks at CM… CM seems to think he’s alright when out of no where this guy rushes forward, grabs the back of CM’s head, runs clear across the ring toward rampside and throws CM up and over the top rope by his hair making the crowd go nuts.

The masked man signals for a mic as the pile of Synergy at ringside is trying to get each other up…

Masked man, "HEY! HEY CHRIS!"

CM, who’s sitting up on the floor holding his neck looks at the masked guy in the ring…

Masked Man, "Hey "King"… First lesson of your run on the thrown is this… When you send a man to the executioner, make sure that black masked piece-a shit does the job right! Because your ass is grass if he gets out of the gallows and seeks revenge… LIKE ME!"

Fecca, "That voice… That sounds familiar…"

The man drops the mic and then grabs the bottom of his mask…. He pulls the mask off as the crowd goes nuts…

Fecca, "WALLSTREET! WALLSTREET! BAH GAWD THE CORPORATE ICON IS BACK AND HELL HATH NO FURRY!!!!!"
Styles, "AHHHHHH!!!!"

CM and Bobby both have their jaw damned near hit the floor as WallStreet glares down at the heap of Synergy.

Fecca, "BOBBY’S WON THE TITANIUM TITLE, CM’S WON THE KING OF PEE DUBYA TEE, BUT WALLSTREET’S BACK AND HE IS PISSED!!! MAH G AWD! WHAT A PAY PER VIEW!!! DON’T MISS THE PEOPLE’S CHOICE AND DAMN WELL DON’T MISS SHOCKWAVE!!! I CAN’T… I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS!

Crowd: WALL-STREET, WALL-STREET, WALL-STREET, WALL-STREET, WALL-STREET, WALL-STREET, WALL-STREET, WALL-STREET…

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