PWT Saturday Night Shockwave - September 11th,2010

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Saturday September 11th, 2010
Commentary Team: Bobby Fecca & Eddie Styles
Venue: The Cow Palace, San Fransisco, California
Theme Song: "Still Unbroken" by Lynyrd Skynard
Deadline: 11PM CST SUNDAY! September 12th
24 Hour Deadline 11pm CST Saturday Night, September 11th

Main Event
Triple Threat
Scott Addams vs Tank vs Zarek Lyle
Ref Assigned: Willie Sharpe
Writer: Scotty McAddams
(Last week we saw a six-man tag become a three on two handicapped tag match. This was thanks to Team PWT sending Phoenix back outside where he was ambushed by Tony Rich and Mj Storm. DC an Matlock fought against the odds anyways and almost pulled out the victory. However in the end Addams secured the dubbya for his side. His reward is a triple threat between himself, Zarek Lyle, and Tank to see who gets to "Captain" Team PWT)

Advertised Segment
Black Jesus Comes to PWT!
(As members of the roster were leaving last week's Shockwave after teh show, a young man was handing out leaflets. These leaflets all encouraged the roster to gather in the back for a sermon to be delivered by....The Black Jesus!)

Submission Match
Non-title
Kim Pain vs Mikah
Ref Assigned: Jim Richards
Writer Assigned: Heather(internets permitting lol)
(It was a month and a half ago that Mikah said in a promo of hers that the key to life is to not be gay, mentioned in the direction of one, Ryan Starr. Well, payback is a bitch and who is the biggest bitch in town? Kimberly Pain, that's who! A friend of Ryan's but also recently a friend of Mikah's, what will Kim do in a situation where you must make your opponent submit to win? Only time will tell.)

Singles Match
Ryan Cain vs Martin Wright
Ref Assigned: Frank Mason
Writer Asssigned: Johnathan
(Holy crap! PWT has landed a major player in W2K's Franchise: Ryan Cain! This is easily one of teh biggest signings in PWT's history. And last week Ryan didn't make a good first impression on Javen. These two rarely if ever crossed paths in San Antonio an Ryan didn't realize who he was. So now javen has his "bitch" set to take on Ryan in his official PWT debut match!)

Backyard Title Match
San Fransisco Bay Brawl
Whysper (c) vs TJ Bryce
Ref Assigned: Mitch Roberts
Writer Assigned: Nate
(It pays to be dating the boss this week for TJ Bryce as he has a golden opportunity to capture his first piece of PWT gold in a match against Whysper. Whysper took the title away from Ryan at Caged Combat after a beating at the hands of NS, which Ryan fumed over. Now the two will fight at a pier in San Francisco and the only way to win is to throw your opponent into the San Francisco Bay. Who will end up Champion and who gets all wet?

Advertised Segment
Megastar Speaks!
(As Shockwave concluded we saw the debut of the holder of the fifth contract- Megastar Mitchell! It's not certain who's side Megastar is on, but from the look Jake had in his eyes.. It probably isn't Natural Selection's. Best bet is to tune in and watch as Megastar speaks.. What will he say?!)

Singles Match
Christian Othniel w/Jacob Mitchell vs Chris Burden w/Duke Andrews
Ref Assigned: Willie Sharpe
Writer Assigned: Big John
(What is this? Keep Bedlam away from Chris Burden? Maybe, but after last week you got to believe that Burden will settle for gettin his hands on ANY member of Natural Selection. They left him battered and bloody twice in the course of one night. However he'll have to be wary of Jacob Mitchell at ringside keepin an eye on his protege Othniel. Then again we're hearing rumors that Duke Andrews will be in Burden's corner to get himself some of Mitchell if the oppurtunity arises.)

Hardcore Evening Gown Match
Toni Rich vs Matlock
Ref Assigned: Frank Mason
Writer Assigned: Matlock
(Tony Rich dressed up as a woman two weeks ago to shell out merchandise for NS, who he joined up with after turning on his partner Ryan Starr before Caged Combat. Now he goes one-on-one with Matt Matlock who hasn't enamored himself to the man in charge with his blantant homophobic comments. Each man will be wearing a lovely evening gown and underneath of course will only be bra and panties. The way to win, strip your opponent and then pin him or make him submit. Get ready to stuff those bras boys, you'll want to look nice in your evening gowns.)

Singles Match
Non-Title
Duke Andrews vs Damien Collins
Ref Assigned: Ryan Starr
Writer Assigned: Johnathan
(Last week there was no sign of Team PWT as Duke Andrews was brutally attacked after his match with Jacob Mitchell. To say he was angry would be a gross understatement. Duke was compltely furious after recieving treatment. Not to mention Ciara being injured by Lady Mystique. He demanded a member of Team PWT to make pay this week. Well everyone else is otherwise occupied this week except for Collins. Look out for this explosion rematch of two/thirds of Caged Combat's main event title match!)

Opening Match
Tag Team Match
Natural Selection (Con & Bain) vs Veterans Inc (CM & Phoenix)
Ref Assigned: Jim Richards
Writer Assigned: Justin
(What better way to kick off a night in San Francisco than with 4 men in speedos? That's right, it's going to be wet and wild time where the competitors will wrestle in speedos and can use anything they would find at the beach as legal weapons. Something tells me NS won't be happy with this, especially since it'll factor in with the Tag Team rankings.)

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Dark Match Main Event
Black Jesus vs Chase Heroin
(PWT is pretty excited about the signing of Black Jesus to join the roster. So he'll be getting fast-tracked to debuting this week on Shockwave. That begins before the official televised portion of the card. he takes on Chase Heroin, Mr I Hate Mainstream But Not The Paycheck. However don't overlook Chase as he's an uber talented performer.)

Dark Match:
Salman Van Dam vs The Goon
(Salman had an impressive debut last week but fell a lil short to Chase heroin. This week he's agains performing for the fans live in attendance only as management searches for a way to work him into television. The Goon is returing to PWT after several years and still loves his hockey and mac an cheese. Oh an hittin somebody!)

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Dark Match
Salman Van Dam vs The Goon
Winner: The Goon
Summary: Lot of back an forth action early in this one. Fans were still filing into the arena throughout most of the match. However at about the 8 minute mark we saw Matt Ward return to PWT. He distarcted Salman leading to The Goon picking up the win.


Dark Match Main Event
Black Jesus vs Chase Heroin
Winner: Chase Heroin
Summary: This match was hotly contested from the opening bell. Black Jesus held an early advantage for several minutes. However some rather cheaps tactics by Chase turned the tide of the battle. He took control and didn't let up on the attack. Eventually he managed to connect with his finisher for the win.

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The previous fine offering from the Aimoo network has just finished its credits. People are now gatheringa round their televisions at home waitingf or teh best wrestling action they'll see. We fade briefly to a black screen before going right into the Shockwave opening video.





Once the video ends we come in LIVE at the storied Cow Palace in San Fransisco, California! The fans are all cheering and waving their signs around. There's no pyro tonight though. The camera briefly pans the crowd before we pull down to Sabrina standing in the center of the ring.
Sabrina: Ladies and gentlemen we ask you to join the stars of Professional Wrestling Today as we pay tribute to the victims and heroes of September eleventh, two-thousand and one. Please rise and remain standing as we salute them ringing the bell ten times.
The camera pulls back and wee see that the stage and ramp has been populated by EVERY male and female performer on the payroll. Each and every one of the stars bow their heads. We also see that Bobby Fecc and Eddie Styles stand with heads bowed behind the commentary table. Fans rise to their feet and bow their heads as well. Our time keeper stands by the table with the bell. He lowers his head and begins to ring the bell.
DING!
DING!
DING!
DING!
DING!
DING!
DING!
DING!
DING!
DING!
As the final ring of the bell sounds out the fans begin cheering and clapping their hands. The stars of PWT begin clapping along as a chant of "USA! USA! USA!" rings out. The PWT-a-tron comes to life with a video tribute to those innocent victims and incredibly brave heros.
After that breath-taking tribute to the thousands of Americans that fell due to terrorism—the scene returns to ring-side.. Fans were wiping tears and was finished hugging, now things were about to kick off. With a sudden >BANG< from the pyro-set on the stage—"Changes" by Godsmack ripped through the arena, quickly changing the fan’s attention off of the heartfelt tribute, onto something far more sinister within the ranks of Professional Wrestling Today. Shoving past the curtain wearing Ric Flair and Tully Blanchard styled matching robes was Marcus Bain and Con Escobar.. Neither, well—Marcus looked estatic about being out there while Con on the otherhand, looked like he’d rather be in Chyna.
Fecca: Uh—This is pretty weird. The acting man in charge, Ryan Starr made this match in spite of the four men who were put within it. To put it simple—Pain Syndicate- the team of Marcus Bain and Con Escobar within the ranks of Natural Selection and Veterans Inc. must wrestle in speedos and well—anything that would be found at a beach is legal.

Styles: This.. Is.. So.. Wrong.
Pain Syndicate hit the ring and backed into the corner. Jim Richards didn’t bother to ask them to remove the robes as it seemed like Con wasn’t going to do so anyway.
Sabrina: Representing Natural Selection.. They weigh a combined four hundred and eighty pounds.. The Pain Syndicate.. Marcus Bain and Con ESCCCCCCCCOOOOOOOBAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!

Styles: I really don’t want to see Con’s backside..

Fecca: But you’re wanting to see Bain’s?

Styles: I never said that..

Fecca: You’re racist aren’t you Eddie? I knew it, I always knew it!

Styles: SHUT YOUR STINKIN’ MOUTH BOBBY BEFORE I PULL MY PANTS DOWN AND MAKE YOU SNIFF IT!

Fecca: That outburst was TOTALLY unneccessary!

Styles: So was your conception.
Not before long Veteran Inc’s theme kicked over Pain Syndicate’s as with no hesitation—CM and Winterborn darted to the ring. They wore speedos, not thongs- but never the less, nothing guys wanted to see. Sliding into the ring, the chicks in the stands whistled as Bain was distracted by chants of "CGW!" Without waiting for any sorta of bell to be tolled—Winterborn jumped at Escobar recklessly and was plucked out of mid-air and dropped hard on his back with a powerslam. CM on the otherhand managed to knock Marcus Bain into the corner and fired off a few hard shots—Esco grabbed Christian by the back of the hair and yanked him—but Winterborn had a lot of pented up frustration and fired himself up, knocking Esco backwards with a stiff right hand. Catching Esco off-guard with how hard Phoenix could punch—he tried to follow it up, but once again Phoenix’ aggression got the best of him as Con shook the shot off and whipped his arm out and nearly cleaned Phoenix’ head off of his shoulders with a HARD clothesline that definitely rocked Phoenix.
Fecca: WHAT A CLOTHESLINE!
Michaels had taken Bain into the corner and was standing on the turnbuckle raining down right hand after right hand that the crowd chanted for. Once CM reached nine—he held his right hand in the air and was about to fire it down for 10—but Con had picked up a Metal Detector that a stage-hand had slid into the ring and whapped it against CM’s back—just like that, CM toppled backwards, holding his back in pain as Bain attempted to shake off the shots, it’d take him a while.
Styles: A Metal Detector!?

Fecca: Odd.. But I do see a lot of those at beaches on the West Coast.

Styles: .. Since when are you at the beach?! Well you know what- I take that back. We’re in San Francisco after all.. I know the type of beaches you’re at.

Fecca: …
Bain attempted to pick CM up but Winterborn had gotten back up despite that heavy clothesline and rolled into the ring with a thick plastic beach-chair. Winding up and cracking Con across the back—The Effin’ Beast took the hit like a champ- he didn’t fall to a knee. His shoulders arched as he turned around looking like a bull that seen red and tried to gore forward—but Winterborn sidestepped it and broke the plastic chair over the dome of Con’s head—that put him down.
Fecca: WHAT A SHOT!
Holding his head in pain—Con tried to push himself up, but he’d need sometime to recover from that. Bain noticed what had happened and attempted to get at Winterborn—but Winterborn ducked beneath Bain’s roundhouse kick attempt. Popping up, Winterborn whipped Bain into the ropes—but Bain managed to reverse it. As Winterborn hit the ropes, he came off of it and ducked under Bain’s clothesline attempt- jumped up and ripped Bain’s robe off to the delight of the fans as the crowd broke into steady chants of "CGW" again—Bain blushed, what a guy.
Styles: I never thought I’d see the day I’d see Marcus Bain in a speedo.. God will this night hurry and end!?
Quickly covering his crotch with this hands, leaving his head exposed—Phoenix fired off a right hand- knocking Bain into the ropes. Sprinting forward—Phoenix clotheslined Bain and himself out of the ring as the two crashed onto the apron below—the chants of "P.. W.. T" broke out through the arena—for guys in speedos, the match still was pretty damn good so far. CM had gotten back up.. But across his back had a welt the size of the state of California. Picking Con up—CM grabbed hold of Con’s robe and attempted to rip it off to humilate’em, but Con managed to knock CM’s hands away as the crowd boo’d and fired off a few back elbow shots upside CM’s head. CM hit the turnbuckle as Con backed up and looked to steamroll CM—But missed the jumping body attack, as Con bounced away from the turnbuckle, CM hit the ropes and exploded like a bat out of hell, leaping into the air and driving Con’s face into the mat with a hard bulldog.
Styles: Beautifully executed!
Winterborn had an advantage outside by keeping Bain against the barricade—off the attack. Though it changed in the blink of an eye as Bain managed to push himself forward and thumbed Phoenix in the eye. Grabbing at his face and doubling over—used this to his advantage and grabbed Winterborn—whipping his head into the apron causing the back of Phoenix’ head to smack against the thin black padding.
Fecca: Ouch!
CM caught Con off a running attempt and dropped him with a hip-toss, and followed it up with a quick elbow-drop. Moving towards the turnbuckle—CM climbed it and stood tall on the second rope, but before he could leap off of it—Marcus grabbed hold of CM’s foot. CM tried to kick Marcus away, but that gave Con enough time to get to his feet- sprint to the ropes and climb it like crazy. Grabbing hold of CM from the front—he yanked backwards and sent CM crashing to the mat with a quick Belly to Back Suplex from the second rope as the crowd popped—Bain had scaled the top rope and with zero hesitation leaped with a frog-splash—Con threw piece of the broken chair in the air—Bain showed amazing agility and caught it while placing it by his midsection as he landed with the huge splash. The crowd popped as Bain rolled over and held his mid-section—he was in definite pain from that sacrifice.
Fecca: What modified frog-splash by Marcus Bain! Amazing elevation!

Styles: Sadly, I agree.. Bain looked goo there.
Con kept stepping on his robe that was already tattered and torn—so giving up on it, he ripped it off and threw it into the crowd as the arena broke into hysterical laughter.
Styles: WHAT! NO! MY EYES!
Mocking the crowd’s laugh—Esco picked Christian Michaels up and sent him into the ropes—on the comeback—he picked CM up and planted him with a spinebuster as Marcus came off the ropes and launced himself into the air—hitting CM with a elbow-drop. Grabbing at his mid-section again as he did so—Phoenix had rolled back into the ring.. in his hands was a blue bucket of somekind. As Con went to pick Phoenix up—Phoenix reached into the bucket and grabbed something.. waiting for the perfect time—Phoenix whipped his arm at Con and threw a handful of sand into Con’s eyes.
Styles: WINTERBORN JUST THREW SAND IN CON’S EYES, SMART MOVE!
Throwing shots in the dark—Esco hoped to to land a haymaker, but Winterborn wasn’t about to let it happen. Moving in for the kill- Winterborn knocked Con in the gut and quickly set him up—and then grounded him with a reverse STO. Con’s face bounced off of the mat as the fans went absolutely crazy for representatives from PWT getting an edge over Natural Selection.
Fecca: WINTERBORN JUST HIT THE FIRESTORM ON ESCO! THIS COULD BE IT!
Winterborn hooked Con’s leg as Richards dropped to the mat.
One..
Fecca: I THINK—
Two..
Styles: FIRST OFFICIAL WIN FOR PWT IS THE WAR?!
Th-
Fecca: DO WE?!
Re-
Styles: !?!?
KICKOUT!
Fecca: GOD, SO CLOSE!
Bain managed to break away from Christian at the last second possible and drop double axe-handles across Phoenix’ back, breaking the pin up. Even Richards looked disgusted at that, he wanted PWT to gain an advantage, but he wasn’t about to cheat to have it happen. Holding two fingers in the air—the crowd boo’d as CM turned Bain around and went to town on’em. Right hand after right hand up untIL Marcus’ back was rested against the ropes. Whipping Marcus forward, Marcus hit the ropes and leap-frogged over CM in mid-motion. From boo’s the crowd "o0oo0o0o’d" at Marcus’ agility as when Bain landed—CM scouted him perfectly and threw a CRAZY hard superkick..
Fecca: BAIN’S GONNA GET WHAP—
NO! Bain ducked under the attempt—hit the ropes and bounced off of it—performing a backflip as he soared in mid-air, he landed on his feet and snapped CM backwards, landing an inverted DDT!
Styles: BAIN JUST HIT CM WITH THE DEATH ROW!
Just like that the crowd’s momentum had changed—now the Natural Selection die-hards were going crazy. Bain inched over towards CM and threw his arm over him as Richards dropped again.
One..
Two..
Fecca: C’MON CHRISTIAN!
Thre- KICKOUT!
Styles: WE’VE STILL GOT HOPE!
CM’s shoulder managed to pop up before Richards could finish the count—just as CM’s shoulder did, Phoenix broke the pin up as well. In the corner of the ring, Con had grabbed a bottle of water that someone had thrown from the stands—opening it up, he poured it over his face and cleaned out his eyes. Blood-shot and dry, Con’s eyes burned as he looked towards Winterborn who didn’t know Con was up. Crouching low in the corner—Winterborn turned around and the second he faced Esco—Con already had a good two to three yard lead—sprinted out from the corner and completely folded Winterborn with the OWN3D spear, both took A LOT out of them.
Syles:WHAT.. A.. SPEAR!
Con’s shoulder had hit Phoenix in the gut as Con managed to pick him up and drop him on his back—Esco didn’t jump straight up after that, instead he rolled to the side as his eyes was bothering him. That welt on CM’s back from being decked with the Metal Detector had changed into a gash when Bain dropped him down as a piece of the plastic table had cut him. All four men had put it all into the match—but a winner still needed to be crowed. Marcus was the first of the bunch to get to his feet—slowly, but he surely got up. Using the ropes to get up—he threw himself into the corner trying to catch his back. CM had gotten to a knee—things were beginning to wind down now. Con’s eyes were still bothering him—Phoenix’ midsection was hurting. Bain pushed himself out of the corner and met CM in the middle of the ring as Bain threw a slow—yet hard right hand that knocked CM upside the head. The crowd chanted "BAIN," as CM fired off a right hand of his own as the crowd chanted "MICHAELS!" Once more Bain threw a hard right hand, staggering CM, again the crowd chanted "BAIN!" CM fired off a shot—catching Marcus off-guard as the fans chanted "MICHAELS!"
Fecca: This is unbelievable! Can you believe Natural Selection actually has fans!?

Styles: .. Bobby.. Ryan Starr has fans.
Bain looked for another huge right hand—but CM ducked beneath it. Just before he could measure Bain and Whap him—hopping the barricade and picking up a towel that was laying on the outside as part of the Beach Weapons was MJ Storm. MJ hopped onto the apron and used the towel to put around CM’s neck as he pulled backwards—choking CM. Richards spotted this and quickly called for the bell as the fans boo’d like hell.
Fecca: WHAT THE HELL DOES HE WANT?!
CM managed to snap all his momentum forward though and throw MJ into the ring.. the fans loved that. Seeing MJ grounded gave CM a smile—he pounced on MJ’s fallen body like a lion as the fans went ballistic!
Styles: CM FINALLY HAS STORM! CM HAS HIS CHANCE!
"KICK HIS ASS" broke out as far as chants was concerned through the crowd as CM didn’t let up. MJ attempted to block at his head but it was no use. Then—
Fecca: LOOK WHO’S JOINING THE PARTY! THAT DAMN TONY RICH!
Surely enough Tony Rich jetted down the ramp holding a chair. Sliding into the ring, he winded up and hit CM across the back—nearly denting the chair upon impact. CM’s already gash and welted back couldn’t take anymore punishment as his shoulders arched—CM was in some serious pain. Winterborn sprinted over and took Rich down with a spear and begun to throw right hands but that was cut off as Bain and Esco ripped Winterborn off of Rich and begun a beat down of their own.
Fecca: THE NUMBERS GAME COMES INTO EFFECT!
Esco and Bain ripped Winterborn apart with hard stomps—as Rich and Storm managed to take CM apart in the corner. The fans boo’d like crazy as Richards called for the bell a few times, but it was no use. Con whipped Phoenix into Marcus who knocked Winterborn out with a superkick.
Fecca: CONTRACT KILLER!
As Winterborn crumbled to the mat—Esco scooped him up onto his shoulders and dropped him on his head.
Fecca: THE WRECKLESS ONE!
CM managed to get off some shots on MJ fighting despite being down one man as he caught a kick attempt from Rich—but then Rich’s other foor snapped out and was indented on the side of CM’s head.
Styles: .. What an enzuiguri.. Wow..
Before CM could fall—MJ whipped him in the air as he picked him up and planted him into the mat with a black hole slam that did the right amount of damage to keep CM down.
Fecca: STORM CHASER SLAM! C’MON ENOUGH ALREADY!
Bain and Esco spit down on Winterborn as they made their way out of the ring—being joined by Tony Rich. As the Pain Syndicate representing Natural Selection with their prospect- made their way up the ramp—MJ too had made his way up the ramp as the scene cut back to ringside.. Showing the destruction from Natural Selection and MJ Storm—blood begun to form around CM’s body from that cut on his back and Winterborn moved.. slightly. NS turned and glanced back at the ring—laughed and shook their heads as MJ was standing at the center of the ramp, shouting off at CM.. As the scene faded – to the back.
"Why must you run, Sharpe? Are you hiding something? 
We see Shadow—of course to the delight of the fans—as apparently he’s chasing Willie Sharpe in the back. Sharpe turns over chairs—knocked over water coolers all in his attempt to get away from Shadow. But in a split second as Shadow’s voice faded—Sharpe turned the corner and hid behind the wall as he huffed and puffed while supporting himself against the walls.. from the left—out of practically no where stepped Shadow.
Shadow: .. Unless of course, you are hiding something which would explain the fear I sen.
Sharpe’s eyes nearly popped out of his skull as he attempted to book it again.. This time he wasn’t so lucky as Shadowgrabbed him by the back of his collar and yanked him towards him.
Shadow: Not so fast, I’ll let you go after you explain to me the crooked refereeing last week during our tag match. If I believe you? Then you’ll walk away.
Slamming Sharpe against the wall—Shadow looked on as Sharpe’s lip trembled.. He was terrified.
Shadow: I’m waiting for a reponse.
Sharpe: THEY SAID THEY’D HURT M—M—MY FAMILY! I HAD TO DO IT SHADOW, I’M SORRY!
Shadow: Who?
Sharpe: N—Natural—NATURAL SELECTION! I HAVE A NEWBORN!
Shadow’s eyes danced—he was trying to analyze Sharpe’s reaction and response. Willie seemed scared for his life being in Shadow’s presence as he didn’t seem to be lying.
Shadow: Hm.. It wouldn’t be beyond those criminals to do a thing like that..
Sharpe: I sw—swe—swear Shadow! I wouldn’t do a thi—thin—thing to jeopardize PWT—EVER!
Shadow: Really? I’ll take your word for it Willie. But next time, you should come talk to me—come find help if these thugs decide to threaten your family. Unlike the rest of the roster—I do not fear them.
Sharpe nodded, looking relieved as Shadow let him go.
Sharpe: Th—Thanks Shadow.. I—I—I’ll definitely let you know if I have trouble!
Sprinting off, still terrified—Shadow cocked his head back and smirked.. The scene now faded to commerical break on Shadow just glaring in the direction Sharpe darted towards.
***Commercial Break***

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When we come back from commercial Duke Andrews is currently in the process of making his entrance to the ring. While he's getting a decent amount of cheers there's plenty of boos as well. But that's to be expected when ya face off against Damien Collins.
Sabrina: Ladies and gentlemen this match is scheduled for ONE FALL! Introducing first, in the ring already, DUKKKKKKE ANNNNNDREWS!!!!
Duke goes to his corner and waits for the arrival of Collins.
Fecca: Folks this match is taking place because of actions last week. Duke was jumped by the entirety of Natural Selection after his match with Jacob Mitchell. However no backup arrived on the scene for Duke from the side of Team PWT. Angry, Duke demanded to face a member of Team PWT this week. 
Styles: Yeah and everybody else was booked so now he's got to take on teh champ. This one should be a good one Bobbsie.
We'll never know unless this match gets started. So folks the theme hits over the speakers and Damien Collins walks out onto the stage with his PWT World's Heavyweight championship over his shoulder. The crowd goes absolutely frikkin nuts! DC makes his way towards the ring slappin hands with the fans.
Sabrina: And his opponent, on the way to the ring, he is the reigning PWT World Heavyweight champion.....DAMIEN COLLLLINS!!!
DC made his way down teh rampa nd started going around ringside slapping hands. Well as previously stated Duke Andrews has been an angry man as of late. So he's not in a mood for all this. He hops out the ringa nd clobbers DC from behind! The fans booed as DC dropped to his knees. Duke pulled Damien to his feet and nailed him with a hard right. Again and again the champion is rocked against the barricade by a right. Andrews stepped back and then looked for ahard clothesline. DC ducked underneath it though. He popped up behind Andrews who whipped around.
WOOOOOOO!!!!
Collins lit Duke's chest up with a stinging chop. Then anotha an anotha still. Duke covered his chest and tried to walk away. DC grabbed him an whipped him back around. Another chop rang out through the famed arena.
Fecca: Duke Andrews starts the match off attacking DC from behind, but the champion has turned the tables here.
The poor ref was beggin for things to be brought into the ring.
Styles: This match hasn't even officially started yet!
Duke shoves Damien away and walks around the corner of teh ring. DC is following but Andrews rolls into the ring. Here comes Collins sliding in but Duke got his moment he needed. He jumped to his feet and dropped to his knees, slamming his clasped hands across the back of Collins! The bell rings and we're officially underway here.
Styles: Well I sit corrected now.
Andrews to his feet and he pulls the champ up with him. He pushes DC into a corner and pummels him with some hard rights. Duke whips the champ across the ring into the opposite corner. Andrews charges across and hits a HUGE clothesline in the corner. Damien slumped a bita nd Duke backed up to bout the middle of the ring. He charged back in and delivered another one of those huge clotheslines. Then for a third time!
Fecca: Collins suffers three of those huge clotheslines in the corner....Now he's on his butt and Duke looks to be measuring the champion...

Styles: Perhaps maybe for a face-wash kick?
The angry Duke Andrews indeed delivered a face-wash kick to Collins!
Fecca: My word!

Styles: Not a good way to spend your Saturday night.
The champion pulled himself up using the ropes for help. Once he was up, still leaning heavily on the ropes, Duke throws a dropkick. Damien took it to the side of the face and his left arm. The impact sends DC through the ropes to the apron to the floor. Ringside fans were beggin DC to get up as Duke rolled outside. he pulled Collins up and then lifted him up an then dropped DC sternum first across the barricade. Damien staggered back to the ring holding his sternum area. Duke grabbed him an sent DC back in the ring.Slides in himself and gets up. DC is pummeled with several stomps.
Fecca: Andrews so angry and aggressive tonight. Collins hasn't really been able to get out of the gates here in this match.

Styles: Things aren't looking good for Damien right now. Duke is a beast tonight.
Finally Duke halte dthe kicks an pulled DC up. Collins sent to the ropes. he comes back an is met with a Thez press from Andrews. Duke rainingd own the right hand shots. He eventually rolls off and throws his arms up. There's mostly boos but ya can hear some cheers for Duke as well. Waving it all off though Duke pulls DC to his feet in a front facelock. What's Andrews thinking? We may well never know. Damien reaches down inside himself and finds the ability to hit a Northern Lights suplex! he holds it for a pin! ONE...........TWOOOO............ANDREWS KICKS OUT!
Fecca: Did he get him? Did he? Nooo! Only a two count for Collins off that reversal folks.

Styles: Wow! That right there shows you how quick that Damien Collins can turn a match.

Fecca: Yes but he needs to follow up on it now..
Yeah the champ does folks, but the pounding from Duke has taken its effect. Andrews is up firsta nd he punts Damien, who was on his hands an knees, in teh side! The champ flips to his back and holds his side. Duke reaches down an pulls up Collins.Into a corner goes the champ again. Duke stand sin the center of the ringa nd pounds his chest like a great ape. He charges towards DC in that corner. All of a sudden though DC explode from the corner low. He shoots in connecting almost with a spear on Duke, but he lifts up and then PLANTS Andrews with a HUGE spinebuster!
Fecca: Oh my gosh! Damien Collins with a HELL of a spinebuster!

Styles: Holy snikes! Where'd Collins find that in himself?!

Fecca: It had to be in his heart Eddie. had to be in the heart!
After landing the spinebuster the impact with the mat made DC roll off Duke. Both men are down but there's no chance here for a pinfall. Duke is flat on his back and huffin an puffin, trying to catch his breath after it was driven out of him. Damien is meanwhile laying on his own side with a glazed look in his eyes.
LETS GO COLLINS! LETS GO COLLINS!
The crowd is shouting for DC as the ref had started the double ten count. At about the count of seven DC is able to roll back over and drapes the arm across Duke. We get a count of ONE............TWOOOO..........THR-NO! Duke rolls off his back to his side. The fans momentarily boo but then cheer as both men are getting to their feet slowly.
Fecca: What a match going on here folks! Duke Andrews has controlle dmost of it, but Damien Collins continues to fight his way back in it.
Duke and DC get up about the same time, maybe Andrews a hair faster. A clothesline sent in search of Dc's neck. However Damien ducked underneath it. Duke spins around and he eats The Best Damn Dropkick In The Business! Both men race up from teh dropkick and this time DC takes Duke down with the clothesline! This tiem as Duke is gettin up DC hits the ropes. He comes back and catches Andrews with a bulldog just as he got to his feet!
Fecca: Collins is building a head of steam here. This is not going to wind up good for Duke if he doesn't do something quickly.
It looks like DC is waitin for Duke to get up here. He slowly does and DC is ready for the "DC Drop". Collins goes for his RKO but NO! Duke pushes him off, hooks DC quickly, and thend rops to a reverse ddt on the champ!
Styles: What a great counter there Bobbsie!
Duke got back to his feet once again. He pulled up Collins an headed for the corner. Looked like ole Duke was going to borrow the "Green Bay Plunge" from TNA's Mr Anderson. Lil struggle for Andrews to get Collins up there. But he's got him and no! Damien slips himself off Duke's shoulder! he landed on his feet, spun,a nd jerks Duke off the middle rope into a "Super DC DROP"!
Fecca: DC DROP! Damien reverses and hits a DC Drop!

Styles: How the hell?!
Pin by Collins and we get a ONE...........TWO...........THREE!!!!! The bell rings and DC gets announced as the winner by Sabrina. He celebrates a bit as Fecca an Styles look at a replay of match highlights. Back live an DC is signing autographs.
We switch backstage where Lady Mystique is being interviewed by Brandon Marks. He asks why she's targeted women like Mari Saito and Ciara Cage since her return to PWT. Lady M explained that she was doing the world a favor by ridding PWT of inferior female talent. In her words Mari Saito and Ciara Cage were only the beginning. Suddenly though Mari Saito jumped into the scene on Lady M. Seems she wasn't a happy camper with being jumped a few weeks ago. Lady M beats a hasty retreat for now, telling Mari thats he'll get her's soon.
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After the commercial break, we return to Shockwave as "I Can Do Anything" by 3OHI3 plays over the speakers. Tony Rich is already out on the ramp, but tonight without any Sex-O-Vision Camera or scouting for hotties. The reaction he receives from the Chicago crowd is largely negative, as he stands on the ramp in a short blue evening gown, barely covering his ass. Despite being dressed as a female Tony takes the time to show off for the ladies still, most of whom no longer want anything to do with him. As he heads up the steps Sabrina takes the mic.]
Sabrina: Ladies and gentlemen the next match of the evening is the Hardcore Evening Gown Match! Introducing first from Sin City, weighing in this evening at one hundred and eighty-three pounds, representing Natural Selection he is "The Magic"…TONNYYYY RICH!
[The negative reaction because a negative to the power of two reaction as the PWT fans boo the man they perceive as a traitor. Tony seems to take it all in stride and walks the ring flaunting himself off to the fans as we hear from Fecca and Styles.]
Fecca: Ladies and gentlemen welcome back to Shockwave And folks if you are just joining us, well you’re in for what’s sure to be an upleasant sight. Ryan Starr has booked two of the men he hates the most in a Hardcore Evening Gown Match, a match that hasn’t been seen since the early part of the decade in WWE. 
Styles: Not to mention it’s a match no one wants to see Fecca! I mean good god. Look at Rich there. He’s showing off how much of a homosexual he really is. He loves being in that dress
Fecca: Ladies and gentlemen I want to apologize for my colleagues remarks. We know people do engage in cross dressing and it doesn’t make them homosexuals.
Styles: Hiding something Fecca?
Fecca: Anyway Tony’s opponent tonight is sure to not want to flaunt around in his gown.
[As Tony’s music dies down, he slides out of the ring and grabs a steel chair and takes it back inside. The opening chords of Papa Roach’s "Born With Nothing, Die With Everything" hit the speakers and the fans jump up into a frenzy, as pyro blasts on the stage.]
Fecca: And the reaction for Matlock this evening deafening! Like him or not he’s representing PWT proudly and the people love him for that!
Sabrina: And his opponent, hailing from New Waterford, Nova Scotia, Canada and weighing two hundred and seventy pounds, representing Team Professional Wrestling Today….MMMATTT MATLOCK!
[The music continues to play, but Matlock doesn’t appear on the ramp. Everyone seems confused as the music fades. We cut to the ‘tron which shows backstage Matt’s fiance’ Jessica Winters, in front of his locker room.]
Jessica: Matt! Your match is up! Quit jacking off in there!
Styles: GAH I DIDN’T NEED TO KNOW THAT WOMAN!
Matlock: I am not in fact jacking off! I don’t want to be out there. F*** this shit. I’m not showing myself in this….thing.
Jessica: But I took the time to pick it out for you. Please? For me?
Styles: Seems Matt’s fiancé is using her charms to try and get her man to come out for his match. 
Fecca: He is scheduled to compete. If he doesn’t show up, Matt will lose. Either that or Tony will go back there to find him.
Matlock: Rich can go give Mitchell a handjob for all I care! I am not coming out.
[Seemingly annoyed by now, Tony has gotten himself a mic.]
Tony: Matlock you pussy! You seemed to have no trouble at all showing us all your dress in your promo the other night. But now you’re trying to bail? I’m going to go back there and kick your ass in your own locker room so Natural Selection doesn’t have to worry about you anymore!
Styles: I’ll be damned Fecca! You were right!
Fecca: Of course I was.
[By now Rich has exited the ring, chair in hand and dress on as he makes his way behind the curtains. The cameras follow him backstage for a short distance as he heads towards Matt’s locker room. Jessica is still there and for a moment Tony winks at her, still trying to pick up chicks. Tony opens the door as the camera follows him in.]
Tony: Come get your ass whooping Matlock! Where are you?
[Matlock suddenly comes out from behind the door, with the jacket part of his dress and wraps it around Tony’s head so he can’t see. By now a referee has made his way to the two men and out in the arena the bell is rung.
Fecca: We are now officially underway folks! Seems Matlock baited Tony to the locker room so he could get an early advantage
Styles: Brilliant!
[Unable to see Tony is swatting at nothing. Matt takes the opportunity for a couple of clubbing blows, and slams him headfirst into the wall of the locker room. As Tony falls to the floor Matt goes for the dress and attempts to rip it off. Tony isn’t giving up easily and struggles despite not being able to see.]
Fecca: Matlock is looking to end this right here!
[However in his flailing, Tony gets lucky. Swinging his legs wildly he connects right with the cojones of Matlock, who grabs them through his long pink gown and stumbles backward in pain. Tony gets up and removes the jacket and goes over to a table where Matt has some stuff laid out. A bottle spots his eye and he holds it up confused.]
Tony: Eau de Matlock? Seriously?
Matlock: Who says a wrestler can’t put out a fragrance? Oooh my balls…
Tony: Well here try it out!
[Tony goes over with the bottle and sprays it right into Matlock’s eyes and he shouts out in discomfort. Tony then rips the top off and pours it down Matt’s throat!]
Fecca: Good lord don’t do that! That’s sickening!
Styles: Eau de Matlock? I’ll have to get some of that. 
[With Matlock on the ground now and trying to keep from swallowing cologne and not being able to see, Tony gets to work trying to rip off the dress. But he has a hard time getting a grip since the dress is so tight. So he decides to lift it off. Big mistake.]
Tony: Gahhh! No underwear!
[Indeed Tony reels back in agony from the horrific long snake that probably lingered under that dress. As Matt stands up, he rears back and runs at Tony, spearing him through the locker room door!]
Fecca: Good god! Neither man is going to be the same after this!
Styles: You referring to the spear through the door, or the fact Matlock ate his own cologne and Tony saw Matt’s balls?
Fecca: What do you think?!
[From the wreckage now Tony stands up, and sees Jessica still standing there watching. Ever the flirt, he looks at her with a grin.]
Tony: In case you’re interested, mine is bigger. Much bigger.
Matlock Like hell it is!
[And a clubbing blow to the back from the now standing Matlock, who proceeds to whip Tony into a nearby wall. But Tony catches himself and turns to catch a running Matlock with a back body drop, sending Matt onto the floor. Getting serious now Tony has a nearby broom which he cracks over Matt’s back, the shout of agony ringing through the halls. Matt stumbles and tries to get up, heading for the curtain to the ringside area. As they stumble out through the curtain the perspective changes back to ringside.]
Fecca: Tony Rich with the advantage now, and Matlock surprisingly on the run! Wait what’s he doing?
Styles: Looks like Matt’s digging in his cleavage.
[Indeed he is, as Matt faces away from Tony he reaches into his cleavage for his wrench. Tony doesn’t see it coming so when Matt turns around WHACK! A wrench upside the head of Tony Rich knocking him down on the stage. Dropping the wrench at ringside Matt sets to work pulling Tony’s dress off of him, but has a hard time of it.]
Fecca: Well this one seems to be done folks, if Matlock can ever get that dress off.
[He seems to almost have it but then Tony wraps his legs around Matt’s head, catching him in a triangle hold. Matt starts to struggle now to breath, and as Tony gets his arms under him he shows an immense show of power with a hurricanrana sending Matt flying over his head backwards towards the edge of the stage!]
Fecca: What power by Rich! Matlock outweighs him by a hundred pounds or so and he just flipped him over his head using only his legs!
Styles: No wonder the ladies seem to like him so much.
[Tony gets up and straightens out his dress, and stomps on Matt a bit. He helps him to a knee, and then backs off and steps on Matt’s knees, bringing his right leg around and landing with a nasty shining wizard and gets Matt’s eyes rolled up in the back of his head. With that Tony sets Matt up, and brings him to the edge of the stage to set him up for the "Totally Orgasmic"]
Fecca: Tony going for that patented Gory Bomb into neckbreaker maneuver he calls the "Totally Orgasmic", and looking to send himself and Matt right off the stage with it!
[Tony has him set up, Matt’s legs and arms tucked under his own. He lets Matt’s legs go and looks to leap forward with the neckbreaker off the stage. But he’s stopped before he can leap off, as Matt reaches up and grabs Tony’s head, spins around and takes them both off the stage with The Matlock Drop! The two land in a crash in some equipment on the floor, as the crowd stands up!
"HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!"
Styles: Damn! 
Fecca: Good lord! Matlock and Rich, in this seemingly ridiculous match are putting their lives on the line here. Matlock with that incredible reversal and neither man seems to be moving!
[It’s a few minutes before either man is seen moving, and Jessica Winters comes running from the back now to check on her fiance’ Matt rolls out of the wreckage, obviously in a lot of pain. He stands up though, and goes off to her. He holds out his hand, and Jessica reaches into her purse
Styles: What’s going on here now Fecca?
Fecca: No idea, she’s handing Matt..scissors?
[Indeed it seems Matt’s got some fabric scissors in hand, and he sets to work cutting the dress of Tony Rich right off, as Tony doesn’t seem to be moving. After working his way all the way up, Matt pulls the now flimsy fabric off of Tony, leaving the semi-concious Rich laying on the floor in blue bra and panties, as the bell ring.]
Sabrina: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of this match….MATT….MATLOOOCK!
Styles: Where’s the music?
Fecca: Matt’s got a microphone….I don’t like the looks of this.
Matlock: RYAN STARR! You happy now? Are you glad that you got to see me and Tony run around in dresses? Good, I hope so. But now you’re about to have a huge problem on your hands.
Fecca: What? Oh no….
Styles: He’s not….oh god cover your eyes!
[As the world watches in horror, Matlock takes the scissors to his own dress. As it comes off, the word "Team" is painted in blue on his chest. The letters "P" and "T" are painted on each of his thighs, with "W" on his stomach. Then there’s the fact he has not a stitch of clothing on.]
Fecca: Matt Matlock in the Cow Palace without a stich of clothing on folks! GOD ALMIGHTY! I don’t think Jonathan Brooks is going to be happy with Ryan Starr after this one! 
Styles: That’s horrifying! But at least he’s showing off his company pride, right?
Fecca: In a way only Matt Matlock could do…get him out of here please!
[With a mix of reactions from the crowd, Matlock turns and heads for the backstage area, as officials are trying to get Tony Rich to his feet.]
Styles: That there is the luckiest man in the building. He may have lost the match but at least he was out of it post-match. I wish I had been!　

Fecca: Folks I don’t know what to say Really. We’ll be right back.
Mercifully we fade to a commercial.....for mouth-wash.
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Re：PWT Saturday Night Shockwave - September 11th,2010

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We come into focus and we see Georgia decked out in UGA gear, wearing Knowshon Morena's 24 jeresy and a UGA visor. All around her Bulldog fans in the worst mood following the Bulldogs loss to South Carolina 17-6. There is grumbling amongst all off the Bulldog fans. And Georgia's not in the best of moods. When Jonathan Brooks busts into the room with a huge smile on his face donning a Tennessee Volunteer Jeresy and his cowboy hat has a orange UT logo wrapped around it. He extends his arms out with a gigantic smile on his face as Georgia's "Glam Squad" Entourage of KD, Faith, and Chip look up at him in horror... 

Brooks: Yo, yo, yo! It's nice to meet my new peeps. My sweet Georgia peach has told me all about ya'll. What's the haps? 

Obviously trying too hard to fit in with the three black members of her Entourage..... It's not happenin'.... The mountain of a man steps up and gets into his face. Brooks gulps and backs down.

Chip: Yo, this is a none Voliqueer establishment suckah.... You better get to steppin'...

Brooks is no doubt out of his element and he's backing down as Chip knocks Brook's cowboy hat off his head and then looks down at it and steps on it and twists it under his foot with a snarl.

Chip: Now you can take off that jeresy or I'll rip it off. 

Brooks trembles and Georgia stands up... KD chimes in.

KD: Yo, this cracka looks like someone smashed two creamsicles together. He's lucky I ain't high I could go for a creamsicle bout now.

Brook's is overwhelmed. Georgia chimes in..

Georgia; Sweetheart take the jeresy off if you want to walk out of her in once piece these are cut throat fans. 

Brooks rips off his jeresy to reveal a New Orleans Saints Jeresy... He smiles and hugs CHIP...

Brooks: My long lost brotha. 

JD: I told you wasn't black foo'..... I told you, red neck ass wannabe brotha chip... I knew it.

Faith: Who Dat?

Georgia: Muh boyfriend? 

Georgia shrugs and hangs her head as we fade out on this impromtu meeting of her three best friends. The scene fades to ringside.

"Nightmare" by Avenged Sevenfold blasts the public address system, boycotting any order within the audience. The crowd roars with astonishment , shouting their profane gestures as Chris Burden steps out onto the stage. His upper torso concealed by a black leather jacket with a hoodie. The top of the hoodie baring large thick spikes. Walking down the ramp with a confident swagger, Chris ignores the ungreatfull yuppie larva that reach out to him. Sliding into the ring, Burden takes the nearest turnbuckle. Climbing to the second buckle he takes his index finger and points out at the crowd with a finger gun. 

Fecca: Now Burden gets his wish to take on a member of Natural Selection. 

Styles: Right with the mastermind in said members corner. Not exactly my idea of an ideal situation Bobbo..

Fecca: Well Eddo, Duke's in Burden's corner to even the odds ole' friend just in case Mitchell tries any funny business.

Styles: Whatever Urkel, Mitchell already demolished Duke and if he needs too he'll do it again. 

Fecca: Shenanigan! I call shenanigans! 

Styles: Did you just say ----

Fecca: Shenanigans! Yes, yes I did! 

On cue Duke made his way to the ring as "Down From the sky" by Trivium hits and he makes his way out. He stands at ringside waiting for Mitchell to make an appearance. 

Fecca: Duke's ready for war....

Styles: That's the last thing he wants. 

"Rhyming and Stealin'" By The Beastie Boys hits and Christian walks out with a smirk on his face while Jacob Mitchell scowls following his protege' closely. He moves to the ring with purpose talks shop with Mitchell at ringside, gets into the ring , and gets right into Chris Burden's face. 

Fecca: Finally these NS clown's will get what they deserve! 

Styles: We'll see, we'll see.

Burden and Othinel jaw jack with each other for a while and then Othinel pokes Burden in the eyes. The crowd boos and Othinel struts across the ring with a huge cocky smirk on his face. Burden tries to shake off the effects of eye poke rubbing his eyes and turns right into another eye poke one he goes to face Othinel again. Othinel scoops Burden up and slams him down hard to the canvas with a body slam. 

Fecca: That Othinel is damn him and his double eye poke... Come on ref call the DQ.

Styles: Chris Burden should be ready for the ruthlessness displayed by Natural Selection by now. 

Othinel doesn't waste much time staying on Burden and delivers a vicious knee drop. He immediately begins to choke Burden showing even more ruthlessness forcing the fans to boo him. Referee Frank Mason is forced to administer the five count after seeing the blatant choke hold. 

ONE... TWO.... THREE.... FOUR.... 

Othinel lets go and then began to pepper Burden with hard rights. Burden is able to get some breathing room with Othinel is forced to let up after another five count. Burden immediately rolled to the ropes and out of the ring to catch a second wind. 

Styles: Look at Burden running like a little girl! 

Fecca: He's regrouping... Not running. 

Styles: If I was in the ring with one of NS I'd run. 

Fecca: You're a weakling that's why!

Styles: Or I know when to save my own ass!

Burden must not have because he climbed between the ropes and charged at 
Othenial and hit him with a clothesline.... Down to ground Othinel pulled himself up and was met with a huge forearm shot and Burden immediately whipped him into the ropes and Othinel rounded off the ropes and Burden attempted a Superkick but Othinel ducked under it and grabbed Burden and drove him down with an inverted DDT. He made the cover...

ONE... TWO... THR----
Chris Burden kicked out and rolled to the side. Othinel stalks him. Burden pulls himself back up and Othinel goes in for the kill but Burden is able to dodge his advances and immediately get him into the corner. Burden charges and hits a running forearm on Othinel that forces him to cling to the top ropes to hold himself up and immediately Burden fires off kicks in the corner forcing Othinel into the centered position and then Burden lays the boots into Othinel and pulls him out of the corner hooks him up and snaps him down to the canvas with a hard snap suplex. Immediately Burden floats over into the corner. 

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

Othinel shoots his shoulder off the canvas Burden stays on him and pulls him up and out of desperation it Othinel thumbs him in the eye a third time. Burden staggers Othinel charges and hits a knee to the mid-section following it up with a neckbreaker. And immediately he goes for the cover...

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

Burden is able to kick out. And Othinel goes to the ropes as Burden grabs his neck and pulls himself up. Othinel springboards himself off the ropes and with an attempt at a heel kick but Burden is able to duck out of it and take down Othinel with a amatuer style double leg take down and immediately he locks in the Achilles Lock and sits out latching onto Othinels right leg... 
Fecca: Much like a single leg boston crap. This hold puts pressure not only on the back but the ankle and achilles tendon. It's doubly lethal and Othinel could tap here if he can not get to the ropes. 

Styles: Teach these NS punks a lesson right.

Fecca: Snap that ankle Burden. Snap it in two! 

Burden sits out on the hold and wrenches away forcing Othinel to writh in pain and grasp for the ropes. With all his might he pulls himself toward the ropes but he can not reach it. As it's just within his grasp and Jacob Mitchell rushed over to the side of the ropes that Othinel is positioned, reaches out and grabs his stable mates hands pulling in to the ropes. Quickly he backs off as Frank Mason sees Othinel in the ropes and administers the five count... Burden is forced to leg go of the hold.

Fecca: Really? Mitchell really now? Get him out of here.

Styles: Othinel showed great fortitude by getting to the ropes in time. 

Mitchel holds his hands up and backs up and Duke Andrews smirks and nods his head inching closer to where Mitchell is situated at ringside. There is fire in his eyes as Duke's just been waiting for Mitchell to make a move. Now, now it's time for him to do that as he keeps an eye on the action inside the ring while watching Jacob Mitchell closely. 

Fecca: Duke's formulating a plan I can see it in his eyes and he's going to pounce any minute now.

Styles: Not even close. 

Fecca: NS has had their fun now PWT's going to fight back.

On that note Burden pounced with a stiff kick nailing Othinel in the knee. He immediately charged and nails Othinel with a Enzigure and once he's sprawled out nails him with the standing Shooting Star Press that he calls "WTF?" and the crowd roars their approval. Feeling the impact he holds his ribs after impact and then goes for the cover. 

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

Somehow Othinel was able to kick out. It was a close call and outside of the ring Jacob's brow narrowed and he walked to the time keeper and shoved him out of the chair and grabbed it. Immediately folded it and slide it into the ring for Othinel to use. 

Fecca: No, no, no Duke's got to do something to even the odds. Not this way.... Chris look out...

Styles: Burden's about to get brained by that chair and once again will NS prevail. I hate to admit it but that's what's gonna happen. 

Christian pulled himself up and grabbed ahold of the chair and Mitchell began to jaw with Frank Mason creating a diversion at ringside and When Burden pulled himself up and turned his attention to his opponent and CRACK.... The shot echo'd throughout the arena. Othinel got rid of the evidence tossing it out of the ring and quickly ascended to the top rope... 

Fecca: I hate to say you're right partner but you could be.. Othinel is going for his variation of the moonsault that he calls the "Ultra Flash".... 

Styles: I hate to say I told ya so but I told ya so bobsie! 
Duke grabbed the steel chair and climbed up on the apron right before Othinel was about to make his leap onto the now prone body of Chris Burden. With that Duke swang the chair and hit a home run smashing it over Othinel's skull causing a dent. Othinel tumbled to the canvas below and hit it with a great thud. Burden began to stir after pulled himself back up after several seconds and grabbed ahold of Othinel and hooked him up and slammed him down to the canvas with the "Over, Easy" small package driver ala Tyler Black's God's Last Gift. He holds the small package pin after connecting on the move and before Mitchell can distract the referee to keep Othinel in it Duke yanks Jacob off the ring apron forcing him to hit his chin on the apron and stagger back and Duke laid out Jake with a stiff clothesline on the outside. Frank Mason made the count....

ONE....

TWO.....

THREE..... 

Fecca: He did it. Burden beat Othinel! Win one for PWT...

Styles: Yeah, with a huge assist from Duke. 

Fecca: No, justice was served and Duke was in his corner to even the odds. It's fair.
Into the ring came Duke now. He was beggin for Mitchell and Othniel now to come in the ring. Well not only did they get regrouped and slide in, but down teh ramp came teh rest of NS. Things looked a lil bad here with the numbers. But Andrews handed his chair off to Burden to watch his back. This made NS a lil hestinat.....until Burden smashed Duke with the chair!
Everyone is stunned as Burden looks directly at Mitchell. He says he only wants Bedlam, pointing ta the mad man. And with that he leaves the irngside area. NS then get in the ringa nd put some boots to Duke but he was really only stunned by the chair. He rolled out the ring and escaped the worst of the beatdown.
We go to commercial with a now really really pissed off Duke heading up the ramp lookin for Burden.
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Fecca: Oh god, they're still out here.. What do they want?!

Styles: My sources say- Jake wants to know what his father is up to. Well, that'd be the logical reason they're out here, but who knows with them. They do what they want- when they want. Plus Brooks ain't here, who's gonna stop'em?!

Natural Selection in full strength was in the ring- From the results of the night- Jake looked anything but thrilled. Pacing around the ring like a mad-man, he snatched a mic from the time-keeper when he was finally handed one as the crowd let them hear it. Jake rocked a #21 Asomugha jersey, that didn't sit well with the fans in San Francisco, but that changed when he finally stopped pacing and ripped the jersey off of his back- the females "0o00o0oo'd" at that as he draped it over his shoulder, as he put the mic to his lips.. But before he could speak- the fans broke into chants of "WE DON'T WANNA HEAR IT," all of this was causing the volcano known as Jake's temper to ignite- he was about to snap when Bedlam stepped in.

Bedlam: SHUT THE F*CK UP!

Fecca: .. That's not going to sit well with our sponsors. Thanks a lot Bedlam!

Styles: I see a fine in our future.. A BIG fine.

The crowd still acted as Jake's enemy as it kept him off of the mic. Playing to'em though- Natural Selection climbed turnbuckles and pressed up against the ropes, threatening to hit the people, giving them more room to boo. Finally- Jake's voice cracked over the noise as he didn't sound like himself- the voice that left his lips was filled with frustration.

Jacob: And people wonder why San Francisco is the least visited city in California? Not even the Golden GAY Bridge can save you.

More boo's filled the arena as Jake's little shot on San Francisco's community as well most respected artifact hit close to home.

Jacob: I'm not out here to talk about how you're all going to burn in hell- but I'm out here for one reason.. My father.

Styles: Ha, I called it!

Jacob: Last week at the end of Shockwave- Jon the Hutt decided that he would surprise me and introduce the owner of the fifth contract he sent out as none other than my father- Megastar Mitchell.

A nice pop for the mention of Megastar's name came about there- Jake grimaced.

Jacob: I don't know if you people know this- but I've surpassed my father- I've become everything he strived to be. I've broken records.. I've ended careers.. I've beat some of the very best- While he's still living in the past, talking about what he accomplished thirty years ago. So I'm going to make this perfectly clear not just to you people- but to him, 'cause I know he's in the back. Dad- As the leader of Natural Selection- as the architect of the blueprints of the new PWT- I'm calling your ass out right now- I wanna know what you're doing here- and I wanna know now. Don't make us com-

Cue the beginning to one of Sabbath's biggest hits as the crowd went ctazy. Jake's eyes went wide.

Fecca: Uh.. Oh. What does Jake like to say? "Ask and You Shall Recieve?"

"War Pigs" by Sabbath BLASTED over the PA System- completely drowning out Jake's voice- as the intro killed- once the guitar picked up- pushing past the curtain sporting a throwback Niner red Montana jersey and a pair of Dickies shorts- red shades and a red bandana was- Oh yeah, not failing to mention his thick crazy gray beard..

Styles: MEGASTAR IS IN THE HOUSE!

The roof nearly blew off of it's hinges as Megastar held his right arm up and called for more chants- the fans gave it to him. Jake stood in the ring like a Pit-Bull staring at it's prey as Megastar lifted the microphone to his lips, letting his theme die down for a second. The crowd was hot- chants of "WELCOME BACK" broke out as Megastar lowered the mic and scanned the arena. Jake was pressed up against the top rope looking towards the stage with Bedlam to his left- Bain to his right and Othniel- Rich and Mikah standing behind him.

Megastar: 'FRISCO, WHAT'S UP!?

Fecca: I ca- I CAN'T BELIEVE MEGASTAR MITCHLL IS HERE! THIS IS AMAZING!

Styles: And from the looks of things, he's all PWT, BABY!

Megastar: Thank you.. Thank you. I've been sitting at home since April, contemplating a return and this? This just made it official, brother.

The crowd popped like crazy again as Megastar fired off a smirk- that's where Jake got it from.

Fecca: MEGASTAR'S MAKING A COMEBACK!? DID I JUST HEAR IT RIGHT?!

Megastar: I wondered if I still had it- and well? It's time to put that to the te-

Jacob: SHUT YOUR MOUTH OLD MAN, BEFORE I KNOCK OUT YOUR FALSE TEETH!

Booing Jake's words- the crowd didn't appreciate that one bit. Megastar? He didn't neither. Taking the shades off of his eyes and slipping them into his pocket- his glare burned towards Jake as Jake cocked his head back.

Megastar: Watch your mouth boy, before I step down to that ring and slap the taste out of your mouth. It's no different here than it is at home- Who do you think you are talking to me like that?! You think any of those boys would move a muscle if I decided to step into the ring with you and slap you around? Don't forget Jake- I know them as well as you do. Marcus? Con? Christian? Bedlam? Rich is new- and Mikah? If I was twenty years younger baby with no kids and a wife?

Winking off at her- Megastar smiled as the crowd popped.

Megastar: .. You'd have a sticker on the windshield of your car so security wouldn't tow you away as I bounced a nickle off that ass.

Chants of "SLUT" broke through the arena as Mikah simply smirked- it didn't phase her any these days.

Megastar: But Jake- You wanna know what I'm up to? Well.. If you had waited a little longer, you would of found out. Out of the three, I thought you were the most patient and level-headed but I guess I was wrong. I guess I overestimated your sense of waiting.. Well then again- they say you're like me, so I shouldn;t be surprised. Anyway- Just like that one time when you came in the house after your first day in Intermediate and I slammed you in the face with a Banana Cream Pie and you cried as a introduction to being a man..

Styles: WHAT?!

Fecca: Gold.. Pure.. Gold.

Megastar: .. Are you ready for another surprise- And I'm not talking like Keisha Williams popping up, saying she's had your baby kind of surprised..

Jake's face went blank as Megastar was spilling all of Jake's secrets on national television- the fans were eating it up as they was having a ball at Jake's expense. Natural Selection.. Bain.. Esco.. Bedlam.. Othniel.. Mikah and Rich just watched on as their fearless leader was being decimated by his father- they couldn't do anything- what could they say?

Megastar: The reason I'm out here- or well, back in PWT.. Isn't because my youngest son- Jacob Allan Mitchell is a egotistical- cocky little prick.. Not because he used to sleep with a Mickey Mouse blanket until he was 11..

Jacob: .. ENOUGH ALREADY!

Megastar: Enough? Son, I'm just getting started.

Fecca: MICKEY MOUSE?! WHAT?!

Styles: Megastar is.. The best..

Jake now tried to get out of the ring and fire off towards Megastar, but Natural Selection held him back. Standing at the ramp, smiling.. Knowing he got under his son's skin- Megastar held his left hand out and waved Jake down.

Megastar:  Don't hold him back- If he wants to do something.. Let'em. I'm not afraid of what left my balls. I used to smear his brothers and sisters on bathroom walls- I'll do the same to him if he decides to want to be a big boy.

Fecca: INSANE!

Calming down- Jake paced around the ring more as he lifted the mic back to his lips.

Jacob: Why don't you just say what you're here for?! Obviously you're making a comeback, but why?! Jealous that I was going to continue to eclipse your career.. Dad? Couldn't just sit back and let me get all the credit for restoring the Mitchell name, could you? But that's fine, see.. I know what this is about. It's not a mid-life crisis- You're just a bitter old man with too much time on your hands. You're making a mistake- this isn't the 80's. People like you.. People who share your idealogy of coming back and being relevant, DO NOT matter in this business today. You guys can't survive with the new breed- Us. We're the ones that run this- you're just a entry in a history book. Your chapter has been CLOSED- YOU'RE DONE!

Scratching at the side of his beard- Megastar sighed.

Megastar: I know I'll never be where I was physically,, Say,, ten, fifteen years ago but you know me Jake- I take care of myself. You think the business has changed that much- to the point where I can't survive? You're wrong son.. You can't kill a star.. Let alone a Megastar. The only way I go out is if I supernova, but that ain't happening 'cause this Megastar? I'm too strong to burn out!

Yet another massive pop for Megastar.

Megastar: So the reason I'm here- Is because well-- It's to do what I do best and what I've always done- Wrestle.

Fecca: HE IS RETURNING TO THE RING!

Styles: A TRUE LEGEND IS RETURNING!

Megastar: .. And to make sure that you're not the only Mitchell and Hardcore Hell in the Main-Event..

Fecca: .. Oh.. My.. God.. A.. Are y- Are you serious?!

Styles: Whoa, did he just say what I thought he said?!

Closing his eyes in the ring, Jake cocked his head back and worded ".. No" as the crowd went ballistic again. Chants of "MEGA-STAR" broke out through the arena as Jake shook his head- trying to deny reality.

Megastar: See, I was contracted by Jonny Brooks when you was running wild and he asked me to make a team- a five man team to enter WarGames at Hardcore Hell... and well? How could I resist?

Fecca: TEAM MEGASTAR AT HARDCORE HELL WILL BE FIGHTING ALONG SIDE TEAM PWT! TEN VERSUS FIVE?! I LOVE THOSE ODDS!

Styles: WHO WOULD OF THOUGHT A MITCHELL WOULD BE PWT'S SAVIOR?

Megastar: See son, the biggest mistake you made was growing too good. Everybody knows that you're professional wrestling's Lex Luthor.. You're smart, you're ruthless- but allowing you to accomplish all your goals? That'd make you unstoppable and we can't have that. No, Jake- We can't. You don't handle power well, you get crazy. So to make sure that's avoided- Me and four other guys of my choosing will be representing Team Megastar in WarGames..

Jacob: WHO!? WHO'S GONNA BE ON YOUR TEAM!? A BUNCH OF WASHED UP HACKS THAT'S LIVING IN THE PAST LIKE YOU ARE?! HUH?! TELL ME WHO THE HELL IS GONNA LAY BENEATH THE GULLOTINE FOR YOU!?!

Megastar: Oh- Don't worry about that. Just like you know people, Jake? I know people. I'll be seeing you around.. Son.

And just like that, "War Pigs" slammed over the PA System again as Jake and Megastar had a little staredown going on from the ring to the ramp.. The fans was going crazy after Megastar's announcement as the scene faded out.

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Fecca:

Folks next up is what is surely going to be an interesting match as Whysper takes on the up and coming TJ Bryce for the PWT Backyard Championship.

Styles:

I am just excited to see one of these guys go swimming.

Fecca:

And folks in order to win this match which is being called a San Francisco Bay Brawl you have to throw your opponent into the water. Whysper and Bryce will be fighting outside on one of the many piers here in San Francisco. 

We switch from a shot of Fecca and Styles inside the arena to a shot outside the arena a few blocks away on a pier in the SF Bay area. There is a good size group of people gathered around watching as Whysper and TJ Bryce are getting ready to fight. Referee Mitch Roberts is out there with them, and keeping them apart for the time being. After getting word the PWT cameras are rolling, Mitch yells 'match on' and Whysper and TJ immediately rush forward toward each other and unleash a fury of lefts and rights. TJ seems to get the upper hand and hits a few punches in a row. But then Whysper fires right back with a knee to TJ's gut, and then a few lefts and a huge right. TJ stumbles backwards towards the edge of the pier. Still having twenty feet between he and the pier TJ isn't in real danger.

Fecca:

The Backyard Champion Whysper is firing away at TJ Bryce. And Styles, I've got to tell you. TJ Bryce has really impressed me as of late, he is one of the best up and comers that we've got.

Styles:

I don't know about that. He has got some upside, I guess.

Fecca:

He has tremendous upside I believe, it is just a matter of time until this kid is on a brighter stage.

Right now, TJ Bryce doesn't look like a bright star right now as Whysper continues to drive punches into the side of TJ's face, Whysper kicks TJ in the back of the knee, dropping TJ to his knee. Whysper clubs TJ across the back of the head a few times, dropping TJ to his hands and his knees. Whysper steps back and then unleashes a huge kick right to TJ's ribs. The crowd that had gathered around oohhhs and aaahhhs as TJ rolls around on the ground holding his ribs. 

Fecca:

Whysper not wasting any time trying to inflict some damage on TJ Bryce. You know we have talked alot about TJ Bryce but how about Whysper. We have seen Whysper go through a lot here in PWT, but I have got to say, he has been wrestling some of the best wrestling I have seen him wrestle in years.

Styles:

I don't know if you can really call it wrestling. 

Fecca:

Whatever you want to call it, I have been impressed. I think Whysper might just hold the Backyard Championship for quite some time. If he can get through TJ here tonight. 

Whysper bends down, grabbing TJ's leg and starts dragging him towards the edge of the pier which is still quite a ways away, but TJ wants no part of it still, he is able to kick his legs and get free of Whyspers grip. TJ flips over and tries to crawl away from Whysper. Whysper bends down and grabs the back of TJ's head and starts to pull him to his feet, but before he can get TJ up, TJ throws his elbow up and back, right into Whysper's stomach, TJ throws another one, and another one, doubling Whysper over. TJ climbs the rest of the way up to his feet. Now it's TJ's turn to inflict some damage as he lets the lefts and rights fly. Whysper stumbles backwards, towards a strand of tables set up for people to eat along the pier. There is a young family sitting at the table closest to TJ and Whysper. As the men get closer, the family scatters leaving the rest of their food on the table. TJ throws a huge right hand that sends Whysper stumbling backwards as he gets pressed right up against the table.

Fecca:

I have a bad feeling about this. 

TJ stays on top of Whysper, he grabs Whysper, turns him around and then slams Whyspers head down on the table. Sending food flying every where as the table nearly tips over. TJ grabs Whysper by the head again and slams Whyspers head down on the table again. Once again food goes flying everywhere, as does Whysper. TJ grabs Whyspers arm, spins him around and then pulls Whysper towards himself. TJ was going to try to pull Whysper into a back body drop onto the picnic table, but Whysper is able to club TJ across the back of the head as TJ drops down for the back body drop. Whysper now takes a few steps backwards, runs forward as TJ stands up Whysper pretty much football tackles TJ, sending them both backwards onto the table. The rest of the food flies off the table, and after Whysper and TJ land on the table, one of the legs flies off the table, and it collapses sending Whysper and TJ tumbling to the hard cement.

Styles:

The NFL is starting up this week, and that tackle was NFL quality. 

Fecca:

Whysper knocked TJ right off his feet, and they hit that table so hard they broke off one of the legs. 

Whysper and TJ both climb to their feet about the same time. Once they get their bearings, they unleash a few lefts and rights on each other. Whysper throws a wild punch, that TJ ducks. Whysper's momentum spins him around, when he turns back to find TJ, TJ kicks him in the gut. TJ then hooks Whysper's arm over his head and goes for a suplex. 

Fecca:

No way. TJ is going to hurt himself doing this. 

TJ lifts Whysper into the air and connects with a big suplex. In a wrestling ring a suplex isn't nearly as devastating as it is out on a cement pier in the San Francisco Bay. Whysper and TJ's bodies both slow hard into the cement. Whysper's back takes the brunt of the fall, but TJ landed awkwardly on his shoulder and is writing in pain just as Whysper is. 

Fecca:

Folks, getting suplexed onto that concrete could not feel good. And suplexing Whysper onto the concrete couldn't have felt too good for TJ either. 

Styles:

Some up and comer, What did TJ think was going to happen.

After several seconds TJ is able to climb to his feet. He tries to stretch out his shoulder a little, and then bends down and tries to drag Whysper towards the edge of the pier. He gets about halfway to the edge, and then Whysper starts pushing himself up to his feet. Whysper reaches his feet, TJ is waiting for him, Whysper tries to kick TJ in the gut, but TJ saw it coming. TJ grabs Whyspers foot, Whysper hops around for a second and then leaps in the air, spins around and drills Whysper with a huge enzuguri. TJ falls forward and they are now just ten feet from the edge. Whysper now drags TJ towards the edge. As he gets closer to the edge we see a guard rail along side the edge of the pier to keep people from falling in. Whysper has TJ three or four feet from the edge now. Whysper bends down and lifts TJ up. Whyser grabs TJ's arm and whips him towards the guard rail. TJ smashes into the guard rail hard. But he doesn't have time to recover as Whysper is running right at him. 

Fecca:

What does Whysper have in mind right here.

Whysper tried to go for a clothesline, that would have ended the match and helped Whysper retain the Backyard Championship, but TJ is able to duck out of the way, and as Whysper comes flying by him, TJ ducks a shoulder down and hits a back body drop that sends Whysper up and over the guard rail. TJ immediately jumps up, arms extended as he is convinced that Whysper fell to the water down below. But somehow Whysper was able to grab hold of the guard rail and is now standing on the other side of the guard rail. Mitch Roberts tries to tell TJ, but TJ is to busy celebrating. Whysper is able to climb back over the guard rail, finally TJ realizes what Mitch is trying to say. He turns just as Whysper is swinging his leg over the guard rail. TJ instictively runs at Whysper, now it's TJ trying to clothesline Whysper over the guard rail, but Whysper side steps the clothesline, and TJ slams gut first into the guard rail. That nearly knocked TJ over the rail and to the water, but somehow TJ hands on. 

Fecca:

Whysper somehow kept himself from falling to the ocean below, and now TJ saved himself, his momentum nearly carried TJ over the rail, but somehow he hung on. 

But as good as it was that TJ hung on, Whysper sees a big opening. He bends down and grabs TJ's legs and lifts him up and tosses him over the guard rail. TJ tries to hold onto the guard rail but Whysper forces him over and TJ falls down and hits the ocean hard as Whysper starts to celebrate.
We come into focus at Georgia's pad and Sitting down in the living room is her siblings Marcus, Jeremy, and former PWT Femme Fatal Jillian.. The James crew is all smiles and Georgia walks in with a huge grin on her face as she speaks up.

Georgia James:

So, I know you've heard about me and my new beau... So here now live in the flesh here is my sweet, sweet lover Johnathan Brooks. 

With that Brooks steps out with a smile on his face and his cowboy hat and a suit. His usual wear on Shockwave. He nods to everyone and Georgia kisses him on the cheek and then puts her arms around him speaking up.

Georgia James:

He's the best guy a girl could ever have guys. 

With that Jeremy her oldest brother stands up and walks to Brooks and shakes his hand and gives him a firm grip speaking up.

Jeremy:

I'm Jeremy! You better be good to my kid sister. She's been through hell and if you hurt her ole' man... I'll make sure you go to a home earlier then expected....

Brooks nods his head and Jeremy steps to the side. Next up is Georgia's younger brother who smiles from ear to ear, chuckles and speaks up.

Marcus:

Like 'em young eh gramps.... Old guys go for young girls, and young guys go for cougars and silver foxes right.. Hahaha. This won't end well.. Hahaha. MArcus by the way granpa.

Marcus takes his seat and chuckles. 

Brooks(irratated):

Marcus, Jeremy this is no middle age crisis Georgia's a wonder woman who I adore. And you're gonna have to respect that! 

Marcus continues to laugh, and Jeremy tells Jillian to stand up and go greet him. She refuses and rolls his eyes Brooks speaks up.

Brooks:

Young lady, I remember you, you're Jillian James, "The Rock and Roll Kick Ass Queen"... How's kickin' ass on the indies while Georgia's tearing up the mainstream workin' for ya.

The boys go "oooh" and Jillian speaks up without hesitation.

Jillian:

Alot better then reality of sexing the love child of the good year blimp and an Ompaloompa Old Man River... 

Georgia:

Jill, that was uncalled for...

Jillian:

You sure traded down after Seifer kicked you to the curb Gee. Talk about lowered expectations. 

With that Georgia's father sneaks in before it gets heated and speaks up.

Mark:

Girls, girls this man is a guest and someone whom Georgina adores lets treat him like family and family doesn't up each other down. 

Mark turns and shakes hand with Mark and they share a "nice to meet you"...

Mark:

NOw your mother is coming and she's been having a fit all the way here so everyone just act natural and be cool.

Jillian:

I'm not cool with this geriatric groping my sister.

Mark:

It's her life and her choice.

On that note Ginalynn barges in and walks up to Brooks with scorn in her eyes and cocks her arm back to slap him. But before she can Mark pulls her away as she rants.

Ginalynn:

I've my eyes on you Mr. Brooks and you will give me a joooob or else it's war.

Mark:

Calm down Gina! 

Ginalynn:

I'm calm, you don't want to see me upset...

Georgia hangs her head and Jeremy speaks up.

Jeremy:

Welcome to the family Johnny... It only gets more interestin' from here pal.

Brooks:

I like interesting...

Georgia chimes in.

Georgia:

Not this kind, not this kind! 

With that everyone laughs and we fade....

Fecca:

Looks like GeeBrooks isn't such a hit.

Styles:

They'll warm up to him. I know they will Afterall my goddess can do no wrong! No WRONG SIR!

Fecca:

Okay... What a great family vacation! Meet the Parents gone wrong I want to see more... 

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The arena fades to black before "Shakin' Hands" by Nickelback begins to play and the arena then flashes with hot pink, neon green, and purple lights. Mikah soon makes her way out onto the stage, one hand on her hip the other by her side. She stops in the middle of the stage before rolling her hips to the left before continuing her way down the ramp.
Sabrina:

Ladies and Gentlemen, this is a femme fatal match scheduled for one-fall! Introducing first from New York City, New York...MIKAH!
Fecca:

As we all know Mikah aligned herself last week with Natural Selection.
Styles:

Yup, and they all jumped the Femme Fatal Champion, Tani Lyons, last week.
She jogs up the stairs before strutting two steps onto the apron then slowly getting into the ring between the bottom and middle rope. Mikah then jogs over to the far right turnbuckle and hops up onto the second one before shimmying her chest a little before holding her arms up in the air. She then jumps down. The lights flicker as the song Born to raise hell by Motorhead starts and Kimberly appears walking out of the curtain.. She stands motionless on the stage looking over the booing crowd..
Sabrina :

Making her way to the ring from the City of Lost Angels... Kimberly Pain..
She taunts the crowd before slowly and methodically making her way down the ramp and towards the ring ignoring the boos from the crowd.. She slides into the ring looking at all sides before standing up.. Inside the ring she looks over to Mikah and they share a grin. The ladies stare at each other for a bit, but just as the ref calls for the bell Kim lunges forward, locking up with Mikah.
Fecca:

Kim Pain not wasting any time with this one.
The girls struggle back and forth, finally Kim gets the upper-hand grabbing onto Mikah's arm and twisting it around as she ducks underneath it. Kim wrenches Mikah's arm and Mikah is looking desperate to do something. Finally she reaches up for Kim with her free and and she grabs a fist full of Kim's hair throwing her down to the mat. Kim grabs the back of her head as Mikah looks out taunting to the crowd with a grin on her face.
Styles:

My girl Mikah knows what's up.
Fecca:

Not sure about that, she's already getting cocky.
Mikah turns back around reaches down to Kim grabbing her and lifting her up to her feet. Mikah grabs her by the hair again this time tossing her across the ring with a hair toss. Mikah grins as Kim picks herself up in the corner. Mikah then runs forward towards the corner just before Mikah and slam into her, Kim moves out of the way much to the delight of the crowd. Mikah stumbles out of the corner and right into a dropkick by Kim. Both women get to their feet quickly and Mikah runs at Kim only to be taken down again this time with an armtoss. They are both up once again. Kim then sends a hard elbow to Mikah, and another. She then grabs onto Mikah's hand and slings her towards the corner. Kim then goes for a handspring elbow but just gets a pair of feet in her back by Mikah.
Fecca:

A smart move by Mikah, keeping herself in this contest.
Kim stumbles forward as Mikah pushes herself up to sit on the top turnbuckle. She grabs forward onto Kim's hair pulling her into DDT position. Mikah taunts to the crowd. Kim then sends a hard punch to Mikah's midsection before starting to climb up the turnbuckles. The girls struggle back and forth for power sending a few punches at each other. Kim gets the upper-hand once again swiftly jumping up and wrapping her legs around Mikah's neck and taking her down off the top turnbuckle with a hurricrana. The crowd pops as Mikah hits the mat. Kim gets to her feet and motions for Mikah to get up.
Styles:

Kim Pain lookin' great tonight!
Mikah gets to her feet slowly but surely and Kim runs towards her jumping up on her shoulders clearly going for another hurricrana. But, Mikah doesn't let this happen. She falls back causing Kim to slam into the mat. Kim grabs onto her side as Mikah goes for the cover. ONE..TWO..KICKOUT!
Fecca:

A close one there, thought Mikah had it after that hard hit Kim took
Mikah looks at the ref in anger screaming that she got the three. But he of course motions with a two. Mikah rolls her eyes and grabs Kim by the hair causing her to sit up. Mikah then wraps her arm around Kim's neck with Kim's neck wrenched back in a dragon sleeper. Mikah screams for her to tap out but Kim clearly refuses. Mikah gets sick of that so she lets go of the hold and sends a hard kick into Kim's bak. Kim falls back grabbing onto her back. Mikah looks down at her with a cocky grin.
Styles:

I don't know how smart that was to let the sleeper go.
Mikah circles around Kim for a bit before picking her up by the hair and hitting a tiger suplex on her. Mikah stands over her and taunts to the crowd, presenting herself to a chorus of boos. She then mounts Kim and sends a right and then a left and another right. She then makes another cover. ONE..TWO...KICKOUT! This annoys Mikah. But she doesn't waste time arguing. She instead gets up and grabs onto Kim's legs taunting to the crowd before locking in a figure-four leg-lock. Kim screams out in pain.
Fecca:

Mikah has got the figure-four locked in! Will Miss Pain tap out?!
Kim looks around for the ropes and begins trying to drag herself towards them. Mikah shakes her head. Kim knowing that she won't be able to get to the ropes decides to try another tactic. She rolls to one side trying to turn all the way over but Mikah resists this, so she tries the other way, Mikah resists this too. Finally Kim finds enough in her to turn her around causing it to be an inverted Figure-four and now Mikah is the one in pain as she screams out. Mikah swiftly grabs onto the ropes that are right in front of her and the ref begins a count nearly reaching five before Kim lets go. Both women grab onto their legs before they begin to try and get to their feet. Kim takes control once again running at Mikah and sending a huge right straight to her. She then tries to take her out with a backdrop but Mikah kicks her feet desperately causing Kim to drop her and grab onto her own knee.
Fecca:

Kim grabbing on to her obviously hurting knee.
Styles:

That's definitely going to hinder her.
Mikah doesn't waste time she grabs onto Kim hoisting her up on her shoulders in a fireman's carry slamming her down with a samoan drop. Mikah lets off a grin as she sits up. She gets to her feet taking Kim up with her. Kim tries to retaliate sending an elbow to Mikah's midsection. Mikah seems unaffected sending a huge slap to Kim's face. Kim falls back to the mat. Mikah picks her up again and sends her to the corner hard. So hard that Kim falls to the mat upon hitting the turnbuckle. Mikah walks slowly towards Kim who is now holding her shoulder. Mikah lifts her up to her feet and sets her up for "Her Suspense" however Kim is ready for it and pushes Mikah back quickly grabbing her up onto her shoulders and slamming Mikah's face into her knee. The crowd goes wild as Kim ends up locking on the crippler crossface aka "Pain-Filled Ending". Mikah fights it as long as she can but finally has to tap.
Right after the match ends Tani Lyons hits the ring  and gets a few shots in on Mikah. Seems like the Femme Fatale championess has MIkah's number tonight. Ns is hitting the arena but they stop in their tracks. Why? Is MIkah being abandoned? No! Kim Pain grabbed Tani outta nowhere and nailed the go to sleep.
Fecca an Styles have a stroke about this turn of events as we go to a commercial. NS collecting Mikah as Kim made her way up the ramp.

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Martin Wright was standing in one of the corners of teh ring as we came back from commercial. He had on his "Javen's Bitch" t-shirt, Much to Martin's relief he got to take it off for this match. Javen was on the apron and he was trying to coach Martin about this match. However it looked like Wright wanted none of it.
Fecca: Javen trying to coach his....his...

Styles: The word you're lookingf or Bobbsie is "bitch".

Fecca: Yes, well anyways Javen trying to give Martin some tips. Looking like Wright has no interest in them.

Styles: What a fool he is. Javen has held championships before here in PWT. Martin Wright has held.....nothing but his own jock.
That was....erm colorful I guess folks. Anyways the theme for that fan darling Ryan Cain hits over the speakers. The fans jump to their feet and you'd think that Damien Collins was coming back out here. But no folks it is indeed Ryan. This young man known as a big time franchise player in the industry heads down to teh ring. He slapped hands with some fans and then slid into the ring. 
Fecca: My word these fans love Ryan Cain!

Styles: Heh. You know with these fans they may want to "make love" to him.

Fecca: Well certainly the women in teh crowd do seem enamored with him.

Styles: I didn't mean them.

Fecca: Ohh...
The bell rings and we're underway with this one. Martin Wright steps out and he looks to shake hands with Ryan in the center of the ring. Javen sighs in frustration an throws his hands up. Cain shrugs and shakes hands with Martin. They then circle around each other for a moment. This is one of the few times when Martin Wright is the bigger competitor physically. wright shoots for a lockup but Ryan rolls underneatha n pops up behind Martin. He whips around and Ryan pullls off a beautiful pele kick. Goe sinto a pin afterwards for a quick two. Martin kicked out though an they raced up.
Fecca: Ryan Cain showing great atheletic ability there. Picked up a quick two on that one as well.
Both Ryana n Martin are up again. They circle and this time both shoot in for the lockup. Martin using the height an weight advantage to push Cain into a corner. Frank Mason come sin lookin for a clean break. Javen shouts for Martin to nail Cain with a right. However Martin says no and steps back. He nods an Ryan returns the gesture. Back to the center of the ring we go here. Another lockup and Wright sends Cain to teh ropes. Ryan comes back an ducks a clothesline attempt. He hits the other ropes an bounces back. Just as Wright turns around Ryan launches himself through the air with a flying forearm smash! Bothf ly up to their feet and Cain delivers a dropsault!
Fecca: Ryan cain building up momentum here.

Styles: That's a dangerous thing for anybody across teh ring from him.
Ryan is up quickly and hit sthe ropes. Martin Wright up alil slowly and that makes things perfect for Ryan. He catches MW in a running ddt! Outside teh ring Javen throws his hands up an turns his back to the match. Ryan up an he waits for Wright to get up. Finally MW wobbles to his feet near the ropes. Ryan plants an shoots forward for his Zero-kick! 
Fecca: Zero kick! No!
Before ole Ryan Cain had even fully extended Javen had pulled the feet from under Wright. He'd then pulled his "bitch" out of teh ring. MW was not too pleased by this. He shoved Javen backwards and yelled osmething at him. Javen, who had kept the shirt Wright took off, showed it to him. An arguement ensues. Well ya know Ryan Cain folks, he's all about doing some loco stuff. Ryan hits the farside ropes, charges across the ring and flips over the top rope! he lands taking out Javen and Martin Wright!
Styles: Holy crap! Did you see the air he got Bobbsie?

Fecca: Good lord yes I did! Ryan Cain soared trhough teh air better than a bird there!

Styles: Poor ole Javen though. He was minding his own out there. Just trying to advise his bit--.
Styles is cut off as Ryan gets to his feet illiciting wild cheers from the fans! He slaps hands with some of those near him at ringside. Cain then picks up Wright and rolls him into the ring. Javen gets up and he puts a hand on Cain's shoulder. Ryan whips around and he decks Javen!
Fecca: Ohhh! That'll maybe teach Javen to mind his own business!

Styles: GAH! Javen wasn't doing anything!

Fecca: I believe that about as much as I believe pigs fly!

Styles; Obviously you didn't fly in on the same flight as me this week. ZING!
Ryan follows Martin Wright back into the ring now. MW gets to his feet and turns around just in time to catch a running leg lariat from Cain! Race up and Cain to the ropes. He comes back again an nails a running enziguri. With Wright down Cain hist the ropes again. This time however he's tripped up by Javen. The ref didn't catch its o he can't DQ Wight. Ryan though is pointing and yelling at Javen.
Fecca: Imagine that, Javen gettin involved in this match....Again!

Styles: Hey its not his fault Ryan trippe dover his hands.

Fecca: Are you serious?!
Martin came up behind Ryan to take advantage of Cain's being distracted. He went for that jumping Russian leg sweep of his. However being known as "The Franchise" means ya can feel things like this coming. Ryan held onto the ropes and in the end Martin just threw himself to the mat. He popped back up holding the back of his head. SMACK! The fans go wild as Ryan hits the Zero-kick right to Martin's jaw.
Styles: Timmmmmmber!

Fecca: Zero kick! Ryan Cain just nailed the Zero kick! That's gonna be alls he wrote for this match.
Its purely academic as Ryan make sthe pin. Frank Mason drops down and its the ONE............TWO.....Javen shakes his head......THREEE!!! The bell sounds an "96 Quite Bitter Things" plays. Cain has his hand raised by Mason.
Sabrina: Here is your winner...RYAN! CAINNNNN!!!
No soone rthan Sabrina finishes announcing Ryan as teh victor Javen heads into the ring. He charges at Cain all angry. However Ryan plants and goes for a Zero kick. Javen falls to his ass an rolls out of the ring. He backs up the ramp pointing at Cain.
Fecca: Folks I doubt we've seen the last of this! We gotta take a break but come on back and join us for the main event!
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Re：PWT Saturday Night Shockwave - September 11th,2010

Date Posted：09/15/2010 9:34 AMCopy HTML

Fecca:

Alright folks, it's time now for the MAIN-EVENT!
Styles:

That's right Bob-o. And it's going to be an eciting one. Team PWT already trimmed the fat of Phoenix Winterborn, and now Zarek Lyle, Scott Addams and Tank all compete tonight to decide who really *IS* the team captain!
Fecca:

Over to Sabrina whos about to introduce our competitors!
Sabrina:

 Ladies an gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is to crown the Team PWT, Team captain! Introducing first, from Memphis, Tennessee, weighting in at three hundred and ten pounds, Taaaaaaaannkkkkkk!
"You don't want drama" hits and the crowd cheers as the big man, Tank steps out from behind the curtain, and starts to make his way down to the ring. in the ring he starts to give a slow cut-throat taunt,tag championship around his waist as his music fades out, in place of "Reject yourself" by Killswitch Engage hits and a bigger uproar hits as "The Greek God" Zarek Lyle comes from behind the curtain, a big smile on his face as he works the crowd over on his way down to the ring.
Sabrina:

now making his way to the ring, from Crete, Greece, weighting in at two hundred and twenty give pounds, Zareeeeeeeek Lylllllleeeee!
Zarek gets into the ring and works over the crowd as he and Tank look at each other with a nod, and look to the entrance as "11:11" by Seasons After begins to play. A new theme to the crowd, but once the video of Scott Addams begins to show their cheers are just as strong as they were for Zarek, as he steps from behind the curtain with Titanium championship around his waist.
Sabrina:

Now making his way to the ring, from Chicago, Illinois, the TITANium champion, "The Platinum Innovator" Scoooooooot Adddaaaaaaaaaaams!
Scott makes his way down to the ring to the approval of the fans. Sliding in under the bottom rope Scott gets into the corner holding his championship high, before handing it off to Willie Sharpe. Scott, Tank and Zarek all shake hands before the bout as Scott's music fades out and the bell sounds, and we're off.
Fecca:

Would you just take a minute to really look at each of these men. Two champions and a man with a contract for any title, whenever he so chooses within a six month window!
Styles:

I think whichever one of these men takes the role of Captain will be good for PWT against those Natural Selection bastards.
Fecca:

It's taken a lot for them to unify themselves, but it's happened. The team lost, or got rid of, rather, one half of Veterans Inc, Phoenix Winterborn. I'm not one to judge whether it was a good or bad decision, but whatever it takes to put the team on a strong front, is good by me.
Styles:

Winterborn is a good and a strong athlete, but his head just wasn't in it for the team and his teammates got a glimpse of that and and wait a minute the action is heating up in the ring!
All three men are throwing punches back and forth but Tank doesn't seem to be effected much and puts a stop to Scott's punched with a knee to the gut and then a clothesline to Zarek. Tank then picks Scott up into the air with a stalling suplex, walkng around the ring for a moment and then drops Scott, to get back up with a big taunt. Tank turns around to see Zarek getting up and notions for Zarek to try something, so he does. Running at Tank, he ducks a clothesline, and jumps onto the ropes. Tank turns around into a drop-kick that staggers him backward, but what Tank didn't see was Scott on all fours, causing Tank to trip over him and falls backwards.
Fecca:

And there begins the teamwork of The New Revolution, on Tank!
Styles:

When you're there in the ring with a guy of that size you have to work together to take him out of the equasion.
Tank fell backward and between the ropes to the outside, and Scott signales to Zarek to take a leap. Zarek runs, and pulls a poetry in motion type of move off of Scott's back and to the outside, however Tank catches Zarek, and Scott runs to the ropes, running towards the edge that Tank holds Zarek and leaps over with a flipping suicide dive landing his back into Zareks to take Tank off his feet and the crowd erupts with a "this is awe-some! *clap clap clap-clap-clap*" chant.
Fecca:

Definitely great teamwork by these two men.
Styles:

They know each other very well, Bob-o, like Brothers.
Fecca:

And every close pair of brothers fight as Scott sends Zarek into the steel steps!
Sure enough, a strong Irish whip and Zarek hits the steps with a thud. He holds his back and Scott out of the corner of his eye sees Tank getting up, and takes the fight over to him but Scott's pushed off of Tank, and then rammed into the edge of the apron. Tank scoops Scott up, and brings him up into a military press position.
Fecca:

No way is he going to go for the Tank Job on the outside?!
Styles:

Scott could be in trouble here!
That's when out of no-where, Zarek comes flying into the scene with a drop kick to Tank's knees causing him to fall, and Scott to land on top of him, but when Scott's to his feet, BAM he's met with a standing side kick right to the jaw dazing Scott ad Zarek rolls him into the ring. Following shortly behind, Zarek goes for a cover.
One... Two... Kick out!
Sharpe made the count but Scott was able to get his shoulder up just in time. The crowd erupts and Zarek is beside himself but he's to his feet and waits for Scott. Scott's up and Zarek irish whips him to the corner, chest first. Zarek runs at him to stay o top of him, and brings Scott to the top rope and follows suit behind. Zarek yells out looking for..
Fecca: Chaos Theory!
Styles:

Executed perfectly by Zarek but WAIT! Addams lands on his feet!
Scott landed on his feet alright, but was met with a huge clothesline from behind by Tank. Zarek turns around to be caught in a powerslam by the PWT muscle and is covered. Sharpe makes the count.
One... Two... No!
Scott breaks it up and Zarek gets the shoulder up at the same time. Scott starts to stomp into Tank quickly, but they don't seem to have an effect as he's up and quickly starts to snap jab Scott but Zarek axe handles Tank in the back, turning his attention that direction. Scott starts to kick Tank in the back of the legs, and then sqirls around while Tank is in a momentary daze, and he and Zarek attempt a double suplex, but Tank turns it into one of his own. Getting up, he roars out to the crowd as they heat up and he flexes waiting on the next one to get up. It's Zarek; while Scott is slowly climbing to the top rope he and Zarek keep eye contact.
Fecca:

Scott and Zarek really are working impressively here together tonight, but they have to remember that it's every man for himself in the end, and they would be wise to take a shot at a fall if they have it.
Styles:

Scott and Zarek have been enemies before, Bob-o. And they've both been successful individuals as well as a tag team but they know whats on the line. Thats why I can get behind these guys because they know what it takes. Same with Ryan Starr...
Fecca:

Oh lord, this again? Really?!
Styles:

Maybe if you would quit being... something-ist, than you'd see that Starr should be on Team PWT, too!
Fecca:

Like PW?
Styles:

YES!
Fecca:

I don't get you sometimes. I'd swear you and Ryan have a fling or something.
Styles:

*US* A *FLING?!* Nah, I've got like five supermodels waiting for me at home!
Fecca:

Tank is showing some good control here, but Scott is heading to the top rope!
Tank grabs Zarek lifting him up for a huge spinebuster and as he spins sround for the spinning portion, Zarek is able to quickly turn it into an arm drag, and right as Tank gets up, he's caught with a double-knee/back breaker move, and Scott leaps off the top with the Shot in the Dark (shooting star leg drop), taking Tank down and another "This is awesome!" chant breaks out.
Fecca:

Amazing double team move by The New Revolution!
Styles:

We saw them use that last week, too. I don't even know what they're calling it yet but it's certainly effective. Like the people say, Bob-o, THIS IS AWESOME!
Scott to his feet first, he and Zarek breifly celebrate before Scott grabs Zarek and drops him with the 7th Seal (Lethal Combination) and goes for the cover on Tank.
One... Two... Power out!
Tank just showing massive power. Scott uses the ropes to get up, but right when Tank is up, Scott gets daring but Tank spinebusters him, for a cover.
One... Two... Thre- Kick out!
Fecca:

some quick pins here, but Tank and Scott both have life left in them for the fight for team captain!
Styles:

And nobody wants to lose for the sake of losing, either. All three looking impressive and the crowd seems to enjoy the show too.
Scott kick out and Tank brings Scott to his feet, and Tank Job! Bringing Scott way into the air, the Tank Job connected, but Zarek was in the fight again, worn down but still fighting. Tank tries the Tank Job on Zarek, but Zarek got down from the gorilla press, and managed to get himself on the top turnbuckle. Tank turns around and is met with Apollo's Call (720 DDT)! Before Zarek could take advantage, Scott got him to his feet and laid into Zarek with the Master of the Midwest punch/kick combo, knocking him out of the ring and rushes over to Tank, applying the Platinum Crossface, Scott keeping his feet near the ropes, so Tank can't reach them. The pressure is on, and theres no movement from the big man, and Sharpe calls for the bell.
Fecca:

That's it, folks! We have our NEW Team Captain! The Titanium Champion Scott Addams has become the PWT Team Captain!
"11:11" hits, and Scott uses the ropes to get up as Sharpe holds his hand up high, but Scott being a good sport, helps up Zarek and Tank, as DC and Matlock come from the back to the ring.
Styles:

Addams had a very impressive showing tonight, showing that he wants this team to succeed! ANd here comes Matlock and our champion, Collins to celebrate!
Fecca:

This is the unity that we saw last week, Eddie. And being two weeks from Hardcore Hell, team unity couldn't have come soon enough!
As the team is in the ring, Scott gets a microphone as his music fades out.
Scott:

Hang...Hang on a second.
He takes a moment to get his breath.
Scott:

Tonight... tonight I won and that makes... that makes me team captain, and I've already decided how we're going to handle things.
The team looks at Scott in question.
Scott:

I - I came into PWT to build a reputation for myself, coming from the independents, PWT was the first big time stage I had been on since BUD two years ago. When Natural Selection came into the fold, all of us got together because new star, or seasoned vet, we all saw what was happening and after we took care of the egos, we got rid of the dead weight, and here we stand together, ready to fight side by side the moment that we need to. But me? I'm not your team captain.
Again... another wierd look from the team.
Scott:

Theres only one man on this team that I think truthfull should be the captain and the man for us to rally with into battle, as much as I'd love to be that man, it's not me. It's Matt Matlock.
The team gets a very dumbfounded look, and the crowd has a cheer for Matlock.
Fecca:

Did Scott just...
Styles:

I think he just gave the captain spot to Matlock!
Scott:

I've been in the ring with Jake on a number of occasions, I've been in the ring with Omen, and even Con, but if there is one man that knows these bastards inside and out and can help us go to victory? It's Matt. The man has been bleeding and breathing PWT for nearly a decade, and that is the man who is our new team captain!
Scott hands Sharpe the microphone, and Scott raises Matlock's hand, and everybody looks a little shocked at what just happened, but they all raise their hands as they stand in the middle of the ring with "Still Unbroken" playing.
Fecca:

Ladies and gentlemen, we have our new team captain! What will happen next week for PWT with Matlock at the head of the charge?! I'm Bobby Fecca, for Eddie Styles, we'll see you next week on Shockwave!

On that note.. Shockwave concluded and faded out to black.

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