PWT Saturday Night Shockwave - September 4th, 2010

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Saturday September 4th, 2010
Commentary Team: Bobby Fecca & Eddie Styles
Venue: Thomas & Mack center, Las Vegas, Nevada
Theme Song: "Still Unbroken" by Lynyrd Skynard
Deadline: 11PM CST SATURDAY! September 4th
24 Hour Deadline 11pm CST Friday Night, September 3rd

Main Event
Six-Man Tag
Zarek Lyle + Scott Addams + Tank vs Damien Collins + Matt Matlock + Phoenix Winterborn
Ref Assigned: Jim Richards
Writer: Johnathan
(To say Team PWT has problems is a definite understatement. With problems all over the place, Jonathan Brooks decided the only way to figure out problems would be for all members included to go at it in the ring! The winning team will face off next week in a Triple Threat match, all of this is to decide who will lead Team PWT against Natural Selection leading into Hardcore Hell. Who will step up and shine come Shockwave?!)

Revolution Championship Match
Kim Pain [c] vs Martin Wright
Ref Assigned: Mitch Roberts
Writer: Johnathan
(Martin Wright has been tortured by Javen since his first match with the company, and to keep the pressure on.. Javen decided that Martin should be pitted against Kim Pain in a match to decide the Revolution Championship. Everyone has heard the talk- Kim Pain is a paper champion, well, she gets the chance to throw those negatives out the window with a title defense here. Martin Wright has a bright future- but is it bright enough to get a win over Miss Pain?)

Singles Match
Jacob Mitchell vs Duke Andrews
Writer: Jus
(After requesting time and time again for a shot against the leader of Natural Selection- Duke Andrews finally got his answer as he has the oppurtunity to make a huge statement if he can top Jacob Mitchell. This is Jake's first match back since he arrived in PWT, both men will be out looking to leave a lasting impression. Andrews has the chance to take down the head of operations of The Chosen Few and Jake.. Well, he gets the chance to add yet another victim to his already stacked hit-list. This is a definite MUST-SEE!)

Singles Match
Tani Lyons vs Haliegh Stone
Ref Assigned: Frank Mason
Writer: Heather
(Tani's work as Championess is never done. With Lilian Hart and Mikah suspended and Ginny Genocide kidnapped, that leaves a huge gap in the Femme Fatal picture- a chance that Haliegh Stone can definitely benefit fully from. Tani is looking to keep things rolling as she's on a roll, but Haliegh shouldn't be counted out. Even though the deck seems to be stacked in Lyons' favor, a huge upset could be in the works- it's all depending on who decides they want it more.)

Tag Team Match
Natural Selection (Marcus Bain + Christian Othniel) vs Nevyrmorr + Shadow
Ref Assigned: Willie Sharpe
Writer: Justin
(With the Tag Rankings heating up, this contest couldn potentially put either of these teams up a notch. Bain and Othniel are representing Natural Selection for the second time of the night as they look to take on two of the most enigmatic stars in PWT- Nev and Shadow. Strangely enough, Nev was around at the attack of Jay Styles, buzz has been building that he was either in on it.. Or witnessed it, Nev has been awfully quiet, is something up? Nevertheless, Nev and Shadow has a great chance of taking down Bain and Othniel- Can The Talented Prick and The Ultra unravel the mystery that is Nev and Shadow.. Or will the mysterious duo reign supreme?)

Advertised Segment
In the Eye of the Storm
Hosted By: MJ Storm
Special Guest[s]: Christian Michaels & Kaydence Starr
Writer: Johnathan
(This week we feature yet another installment of 'In the Eye of the Storm' as this week- MJ interviews CM and Kaydence Starr. This situation may very well end in an physical altercation.. But the point of this is to see if CM and Starr will accept MJ and Caitlin's challenge for Hardcore Hell.)

Singles Match
TJ Bryce vs Brandon Hartman
Ref Assigned: Frank Mason
Writer: Big John
(TJ Bryce is slowly solidifying himself as one of PWT's top-stars, coming off of a strong performance last week, he wants to keep things steaming forward as he takes on the debuting Brandon Hartman. These two will clash as definitely both of these men have bright futures within the ranks of PWT. Will Bryce come away with the win- or will Hartman push on through and take the match?)

Singles Match
CM vs Tony Rich
Ref Assigned: Willie Sharpe
Writer: Ty
(We're seeing a completely different Tony Rich these days, and it stems from being a 'prospect' within the ranks of Natural Selection. Due to him getting involved in Vets Inc vs Silent Spirit, Brooks has decided to let Tony get legally involved with a participant from that match. So this week Tony faces off with Christian Michaels! It was gonna be Eagle but due to family business he won't be able to be at Shockwave.)

Opening Match
Con Escobar vs Chris Burden
Ref Assigned: Ryan Starr
Writer: Scotty McAddams
(Originally scheduled so Bedlam would take on Burden- Bedlam apparently was hurt AND arrested after Shockwave, due to undisclosed reasons. Bedlam was taken into custody as soon as Shockwave aired, and he did hurt his knee. Esco stepped up and filled in for his fallen brother in arms to take on Chris Burden who has let it be known he's out to take Natural Selection out of the picture, one-by-one. Burden may have picked a fight with the wrong member though as Esco is no punk, he's looking to destroy Burden for the benefit of the crew so they can move forward. This will be an interesting match up, who will walk out the winner? Find out at Shockwave!)

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Dark Match Main Event
Terri LaMin vs Javen
(These two have known each other for a decade but never faced off.. It's time PWT changes that, and of course it'll be for the fans in the house prior to kicking Shockwave off.)

Dark Match
Chase Heroin vs Salman Van Dam
(The controversial newcomer Chase Heroin looks to try and impress the crowd and gain some recognition as he takes on the returning Salman Van Dam. Let's see what these two offer us.)

ALSO APPEARING: The Owner of the FIFTH Contract, Georgia James, Ryan Starr, and MORE!

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Dark Match
Chase Heroin vs Salman Van Dam
Winner: Chase
Summary: The controversial newcomer Chase had a stare down with the returning Salman. Chase smirked as he reared back spitting right in Salman’s face as Salman got extremely pissed off and punched him right in the face. Salman used his size advantage early to get the upper hand on Chase trying to put him away but the newcomer showed resilience kicking out of several pin attempts. Later on, Chase started utilizing some very fancy, unorthodox style of aerial moves which caught the much bigger Salman off guard. Chase really turned the tides after a huge pele kick variation, he tossed Salman into the turnbuckle working him over very well as he managed to position him onto the top turnbuckle and climbed up there with him, he hooked Salman up in a Pedigree style variation where he jumped off hitting a perfectly placed Overdose and after planting him he hooked the leg picking up the victory.

Dark Match Main Event
Javen vs Terri LaMin
Winner: No Contest
Summary: Terri and Javen kicked off our action with some great back and forth action. Terri hit a great looking European Uppercut which in turn would send Javen up against the ropes where Terri would come rushing in looking to clothesline him over the top rope but Javen would duck and back drop Terri right over the rop as she hits the floor hard. As she starts getting back to her feet, Javen catapults himself over the top rope hitting a textbook body press flattening Terri. Both Terri and Javen fight on the outside really taking it to each other, however; the referee manages to count to ten during all of this back and forth action between the two that they never realized it until after it was to late.

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The final credits have rolled on the fine piece of programming airing before Shockwave. Our screen briefly fades to black before it fades in to the parking area for the Thomas An Mack Center. Phoenix Winterborn is shown outside in the parking lot holding a lead pipe. He's walking back an forth looking for the arrival of Natural Selection.
Ken Mitchell walks into the scene.
Ken: Phoenix you've promised tow ait out here all night until Natural Selections meets you. Are you seriously going to skip tonight's main event match?
Phoenix stops pacing, looking at Ken for a moment. His eyes narrow and then he goes back to pacing. Mitchell shakes his head and heads back towards the arena. Meanwhile we fade into the Shockwave opening video.

The video comes to an end and we've got loud an bright pyros!
 
The camera is panning the rowdy crowd in Las Vegas' Thomas an Mack Center. Fans are waving their homemade signs in a frenzy hoping to get on television. After several shots of the crowd we pull down to ringside. Bobby Fecca an Eddie Styles are at the table ready to call all the action.
Fecca: Welcome everybody to PWT's flagship program: Saturday Night Shockwave! As always I'm Bobby Fecca joined at the table by Eddie Styles. We're live tonight from the Thomas an Mack Center here in Las vegas otherwise known as Sin City. And folks missing tonight's show would be a sin.

Styles: Damn skippy Bobby! This show is definately going to be one time when what happens in Vegas doesn't stay in Vegas. 

Fecca: No doubt about it Eddie, this show will be talked about for a long while to come in Las Vegas. Tonight in the main event Team PWT is spiltd own the middle as Scott Addams, Zarek Lyle, and Tank will take on Damien Collins, Matt Matlock, and scheduled to be their partner is Phoenix Winterborn. However he'ss aid to be refusing this match. He's opting instead to call out Natural Selection for an unsanctioned fight.

Styles: That's suicide if I've ever heard it. You know there's nothing wrongw ith having a little ego but I really wish everyone could put their's aside for awhile. Lets all get on the same page and kick the crap out of Natural Selection. 

Fecca: I couldn't agree more partner. But lets talk about the rest of the card. Kimberly Pain is defending the Revolution championship for the first time ever tonight. She'll put the title on the line against the youngster Martin Wright. This kid has shown a ton of heart in his brief PWT career.

Styles: But done nothing to desevre this shot atthe championship. That's fine with Kim though Bobbsie as she's happy to do her brother Javen a favor. Listen up folks cause if Wright doesn't have the luckiest horseshoe ever up his backside tonight he'll have to wear a shirt saying that he is Javen's Bit--

Fecca: Everybody gets the picture Eddie.

Styles: But does Duke Andrews? After what happened earlier in the week Bobbsie I'd be locked in my home with my girlfriend and child. I'd never leave either of them alone again. No way I'd show up for tonight's match.

Fecca: I normally despise teh way Duke Andrews does business Eddie but tonight I hope he delivers the beating of a lifetime to Jacob Mitchell. What that man did this week goes beyond the professional wrestling industry. It was totally uncalled for! Jacob Mitchell is a real piece of trash to threaten a man's infant child.
Obviously this is something Fecca took seriously folks.
Fecca: I apologize for my outburst folks but I have children of my owna nd that's just too far. Let me do my job though folks an talk about Tani Lyons. This woman has been the epitome of a championess in the Femme fatale division. Week in and week outs he's taking on all comers. This week another newcomer to our world has a shot at impressing the championess and the boss.

Styles: Look I'm a card-carrying member of Team Mikah, but I can't deny that Tani Lyons is most impressive in that ring. Its been a long time since we've seen a championess that dominant. But mark my words Bobbsie, Mikah's gonna get that title sooner rather than later.

Fecca: Its not an impossibility Eddie. Mikah is a very very talented performer in the ring. I tell you who I want to see come away with a victory tonight is Nevrymorr and Shadow against the team of Natural Selection's Christian Othniel and Marcus Bain.

Styles: That is of course if Nev doesn't leave Shadow out to dry like he did poor ole Jay Styles last week. That no good for nothin traitor. Shadow better have eyes in the back of his head.

Fecca: Eddie i don't think.....

Styles: No you don't see the facts in front of you Bobbsie. Nev is a trator to the cause of PWT. He's in on itw ith Natural Selection. You know just like our very own boss might even be!

Fecca: Eddie we shouldn't speculate or jump to conclusions like that. Lets just finish talking about tonight's card and get the first match underway.

Styles: Fine. TJ Bryce had a great showing last week Bobbsie and I say we should look for another one tonight against Hartman. In fact I'm making the call right now. TJ Bryce will defeat Brandon Hartman.

Fecca: Not going to deny that TJ is on the cusp of brekaing through the glass ceiling to the next level. I've ehard good things about Brandon Hartman thougha nd he shouldn't be overlooked. Just like Tony Rich should not be overlooked by Christian Michaels tonight.

Styles: I hope that Michaels shuts Rich's mouth for a long long time. I can't stand that guy! Or Tony Rich for that matter!

Fecca: Well folks up next is our opening contest featuring Con Escobar of Natural Selection subbing for Bedlam. We understand that during the week Bedlam was picked up on outstanding warrants. It was also suspected that Bedlam may have injured his knee in the brawl that ended Shockwave last week.

Styles: Here's hoping thats omeone made bedlam the wife!
A moment of silence here as Fecca has no response.
Fecca: Erm....well then. Yes. Erm folks lets get this show underway with Con Escobar versus Chris Burden!

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Con and Burden stand in opposite corners and walk forward to stand face to face, con having a serious size advantage, and Burden starts throwing the first shots but Con doesn't seem to be moving, and smirks while shoving Burden backwards. He rolls backwards and is up and into the ropes. Rebounding he charges at Con who stands still and goes for a clothesline, but Burden ducks it and leaps onto the middle rope bouncing off with a back elbow to Con that makes him stagger.
Styles: Burden is taking it right to the beast!

Fecca: Thats what PWT needs to do, Eddie! Show these bastards that PWT can stand! Expose these sick freaks CAN be taken down!

Styles: I agree entirely on that Bob-o!
Burden quickly to his feet and charges with a clothesline and Con staggers again. Right hand after left hand; and Con is near the ropes and Burden goes for a front kick, but Con catches his foot but is caught in an inzeguri in return, and Con is down. Burden for a quick cover.
One... Two... Power out!
Fecca: Pure power from Con! Burden is going to have to try a lot harder than that!

Styles: And if he doesn't soon, Con could take control of this quickly!
Con seemed to have just tossed Burden off with pure ease, and rolls to the outside, to collect himself, holding the back of his neck and the ten count starts from Starr. Burden looks to the outside and comes running, leaping over the top with a huge cross body, but Con is able to CATCH Burden, who starts shaking his head, shouting "NO! NO! NO!" and Con laughs, and runs to the corner post, wrapping Burden's back around it and drops him.
Fecca: And Con has taken control, folding Burden around that ring post!

Styles: And things are starting to look grim for all of his Burdens to Society here in the P dub!
Con slides in the ring, and back out to restart the count. Starr is yelling at Con to get back in the ring, but Con ignores him. Slowly picking Burden up, Con throws Burden into the guard rail, and Con slides back in laughing and staring at Starr making him make the ten count. At five, Burden is moving slowly towards the ring. By nine, it looks bad for Burden but a sudden burst got him in the ring right before the ten, and Starr stops the count.
Fecca: It's good to see that Starr is calling it down the middle tonight.

Styles: And why do you think he wouldn't Bob-o? We already know you're a homophobe but now thinkin' he's not going to call it down the middle? Such a hater.

Fecca: Can we please not go back to this?

Styles: Fine, I'll let you go on this one.
Con is seen arguing with Starr, even grabbing him by the shirt, which causes time for Burden to get up to the top. Con lets go of Starr and turns around to be met with Burden trying a tilt-a-whirl headscissor, but Con's pure power has him hanging on, and brings Burden up to a powerbomb position, but Burden counters with a DDT, and another quick cover, but Con able to get the shoulder up.
Styles: I don't like these guys, Natural Selection, at all but its obvious to see why Mitchell got him for the team. Con is a beast and is not going down here tonight after that big DDT by Burden!

Fecca: This is just ridiculous how Escobar is surviving like this! I just hope we can have a good clean match without anybody from Natural Selecton getting involved.
Burden cannot believe it and signals that it's the end. Con is up and right as he turns around Burden locks in going for the Anxiety attack but catches a glipse of... sure enough - Bedlam. He's walking down the ramp with crutches in hand with a big smile. This causes enough distraction and Con using his size and power, is able to take his locked arm, and break the hold, and lift Burden up high into a stalling suplex, but instead of dropping back he just drops Burden.
Styles: Burden just dropped like he was nothing!

Fecca: And it's all because of that damn Bedlam who isn't injured at all! Can they ever fight a battle alone!?

Styles; I don't think so Bob-o. Thats why they're called a pack of wolves, they never stray too far from one another, but Chris has all of his Burden's to Society backing him up tonight! Never count him down and out just yet!
Con goes for a cover, but only a two and Burden still has life. Con picking him up, and Burden starts throwing some punches but they don't seem to have any effect and Con quickly snapmares Burden over, charges to the ropes and shouting "DA BOOT!" the crowd boos and smacks Burden in the face with the huge boot and another cover. Starr calling it down the middle makes the count but again only a two, and Burden somehow still showing life.
Fecca: There is still hope for Burden! A win here tonight could really catipult Burden into this war, and leave a gap in the Natural Selection forces!

Styles: I wonder if Jake dug up Darwin's bones.

Fecca: What the hell are you talking about.

Styles: I could just see Jake having a memorial to Darwin in his closet, like, buried behind his clothes in the very back in the secret compartment of his closet. You know, like in the movies, and he has this secret shrine to Darwin that he needed his skeleton to make it complete. Just a thought.

Fecca: Why do I still work with you?
Con not too happy, cut throats and pushes Starr out of the way, and picks up Burden quickly, and throws him into a vicious bear hug. Starr checking on Burden who doesnt even have energy to tap, and Con tears away from Starr, getting a distance in front of him, and tosses Burden backwards with a huge belly-to-belly, but Burden lands on Starr. Immediately, the bell sounds, with Starr calling for the disqualification.
Fecca: Did Ryan just....?

Styles: HE SURE DID BOB-O! Escobar is disqualified!

Fecca: I don't know if that was the wisest decision he could have made here tonight.

Styles: I think I have to agree with you, Bob-o, that look in their eyes does not look too good. Kinda like they know that Jake is hiding that skeleton. I wonder if it's leaked out that Charles Darwin was graverobbed yet or not. Hm...

Fecca: Too much coffee today? Con and Bedlam look like they're about to kill Starr!

Styles: HE MUST HAVE FIGURED THEM OUT! RUN RYAN RUN! SAVE CHARLES DARWIN!

Fecca: What is it with you and Charles Darwin!?
Ryan indeed gets the hell outta dodge. Unfortunately this leaves Chris Burden alone with the two wolves in wrestler's clothing.
Styles: NATURAL SELECTION, SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST, CHARLES DARWIN! GET OFF CRACK BOB-O!
Con and Bedlam don't look too pleased as Bedlam starts to circle around the ring with a sick look on his face and Burden is up to his feet, with Con stalking him. Burden realizing no where to go, turns around to see Bedlam on the apron who smacks the crutch across his head, breaking it in two, busting Burden open instantly. Styles and Fecca fall silent, and Burden falls back into Con, who pushes him back to Bedlam grabbing hold of Chris. Con backs up a bit staring Burden in the face with blood covering it. Bedlam pushes Burden forward and he's torn in half with a huge OWN3D, flipping him inside out with more boos to follow. Bedlam drops off the apron and Con follows suit with the crowd booing them to hell, and they make their way up the ramp looking very pleased as Ryan Starr watches on from ringside. Actually more like form beside Sabrina.
The scene fades back to the parking area where Phoenix is now sitting on a lone chair. He's keepin an eye out for any sign of Natural Selection. In fact his eyes are darting left an right to make sure no one's around. But then he sees a familiar face. Winterborn stands up as into teh scene steps.....Christian Michaels!
Phoenix: Christian.
They extend their right hands to each other an clasp togetehr and meet in a bro-hug. 
CM: What up partna? They tell me that you're really not coming inside until ya fightw ith Natural Selection?

Phoenix: Yep.

CM: Ya know the odds wouldn't exactly be in your favor right?

Phoenix: Yep.
The heartthrob nods.
CM: I see. So like you're not gonna listen to reason at all huh?

Phoenix: Nope.

CM: Fair enough man. I gotta go get ready for my match with Rich. Dude be careful out here, alot of shadows for those snakes to slither out of.

Phoenix: I will man. You be careful on Storm's show tonight. There's no tellingw hat he'll try.

CM: Heh. You know me partna.
Phoenix nods. 
Phoenix; Ha! That's what worries me.
The both of them stand there for a moment in silence. Finally the silence is broken by Michaels.
CM: Fist bump?

Phoenix: Might as well.
Phoenix and CM bump fifts together cause they're ultra kewl dudes like that. Each give teh other a lil nod and CM heads back in the building. Winterborn takes back up his spot on his chair....waiting.
***Commercial Break***

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The opening rif's of Hartman's theme blares out throughout the arena as a cocky Brandon Hartman makes his way out from behind the curtain to a small ovation from the crowd. Hartman walks down the ramp throwing up the hook'em horns sign "if he is in Texas he gets a huge pop" If he is anywhere else he gets a slight boo. Hartman slides into the ring and goes to the far cornor before turning around and awaiting his opponent.

Fecca: This Brandon Hartman kid has alot of potential I hear and he's a real highflier. So this could be a very fast paced match up. 

Styles: Yeah but Bryce has more experience and I'm picking him to win.
"Fame" by B.O.B hits on the P.A system and TJ walks out with his signature weapon of choice, his hocky stick on right shoulder. Developing a cocky smirk on his face and looking up he raises his hands up in air and money starts to fall from the sky.
Looking to his left and right and then walking down the ramp. At the end of the ramp, he pulls out a 100 dollar bill from his pocket and and then a lighter. Climbing onto the apron he sets the 100 dollar bill on fire and watches it burn for a few second before blowing it out. 
Entering the ring he hops on the turnbuckle and looks toward his opponent Brandon Hartman who stands across the ring from him. 

These two men circle each other and Hartman lunges forward and TJ ducks under Hartman's reach and right when Brandon turns around on his heels and hits Hartman with a Dropkick. Brandon hits the canvas and rolls toward the ropes allowing himself some breathing room as referee Frank Mason steps in allowing Hartman to pull himself up and then he turns around and charges at TJ Bryce and nails him with a spinning heel kick the takes TJ down tot he canvas. Brandon doesn't cover but goes outside of the ring and then using the ropes slingshots himself into the ring with a somersault senton crashing down across the chest of TJ Bryce. He then goes for the cover as the crowd gets behind him. 

Fecca: That kid is flashy no doubt about it and he's going for the first cover and TJ Bryce gets his foot on the ropes.

Styles: That's just great ring presence by TJ Bryce. 

Fecca: Can't deny that and Hartman needs to stay on him.

Hartman took a moment to regroup and that was all TJ needed to pull himself back and kick Hartman right inbetween the eyes with a huge big boot. Hartman right the canvas near the turbuckle. TJ sees this and grabs Hartman and pulls him closest to the ropes and then hurries out of the ring and grabs both of Brandon's legs but Hartman is able to kick off TJ off of him and roll out of harms way. TJ walks up the ring steps and onto the apron as Hartman pulls himself up slowly allowing TJ to springboard himself forward using the ropes with a clothesline attempt and TJ whips out Hartman here. And he immediately goes for the cover.

ONE...

TWO....

TH---

Brandon gets his shoulder off the canvas at the last instance. But TJ's not letting up and he stomps away at the downed rookie. Who's not looking to sensational right now as TJ Bryce's stomping a mudhole in him and walking it dry. Finally after the rapid fire stomps TJ pulls up Brandon Hartman by the head and locks him into a front facelock and then quickly spikes him down with a vicious spike DDT. 

Fecca: That was one helluva DDT by TJ Bryce. I don't know if Hartman is going to be able to recover from that one.

Styles: No, he's not. He needs to just stay down.

TJ Bryce makes the cover immediately. ONE, TWO, THR---- Hartman is able to kickout and the fans are going wild for this kid. Hartman sits up and TJ Bryce is on the prowl and pounces on the rook with a snap neckbreaker that takes him down. TJ makes the cover again. 

ONE.. 

TWO...

THR--- Hartman is able to kick out once again. 

Both men rise to their feet and exchange chops and kicks. Like two boxers trading blows, and Hartman out of no where answers Bryce with a Pele Kick that takes him off his feet. Brandon then drags TJ Bryce towards the nearest turnbuckle. Brandon climbed up to the top rope and leapt off with reckless abandon attempting the "Hartman Splash" a breathtaking 630 splash, and came crashing down to the canvas at the very last instance in the heap after TJ Bryce rolled out of the way. 

Fecca: That's why they call it a high risk move. High risk and low reward.

Styles: I told you...

Bryce rolled out of the ring immediately and grabbed his trusty hockey stick and waited until Brandon Hartman pulled himself up and went towards the ropes and reaches through the middle ropes grabbing at TJ Bryce but instead of his opponent he's met with a vicious shot to the top of the skull by TJ's hockey stick. Sendning Brandon tumbling back down to the canvas. TJ climbed into the ring and pounces charging forward and drilling Hartman right in the side of the head with the spine tingling punt "Insuffient Funds" wiping out the rookie. Immediately TJ makes the cover.

ONE...

TWO...

THREE...

"Fame" hits again and TJ's hand is raised the winner as fans boo him. TJ Bryce smirks to himself as he pulls himself up and begins to celebrate his victory and when Brandon Hartman finally begins to stir TJ gets out of ring quickly as the rookie stares him down with fire in his eyes and on the face of TJ Bryce is a huge grin having stole on.... 
We're backstage with Jonathan Brooks inside his office. He's sitting behind his deska nd Gee sits on the desk with her legs crossed. She has her tag title belt in one hand as she fixes her hair with the other. Thankfully for ole brooks there's no sign of Momma James.
Brooks: Thank the lord your momma hasn't mad eit here yet tonight sugar plum.
Gee gasps as she looks over her title at Brooks.
Gee: Hey! That's momma you're talkin bout. 

Brooks: I'm sorry sweetie. I guess I'm just so stressed out this weekend. I'm gettin angry letters from Mikah....Matlock and probably the rest of Team PWT think I'm secretly working with Natural Selection....I gotta announce the owner of that fifth contract I mentioned last week...
Jonathan pulls a hankerchif out of his pocket. He wipes sweat form his brow.
Brooks: Not to mention next weekend! I've gotta go back to Grand Rapids for the debut episode of Underground. Got to make sure that gets off the ground well. I mean you know how long its been since this company ran two weekly shows?
Gee shook her head "no".
Brooks: Well its been a really really long time. And the new general Manager I've hired for the show has to be shown the ropes of how we do things here. Then we gotta fly back out here to the west coast for Shockwave in San Fransisco. Ugh!
Gee got off the desk and laid down her championship. She moved behind Brooks' chair and then begins to rub his shoulders. Then she speaks out.
Gee: Well my plump lil sugar dumplin why don't wee just take a little vacation next week?

Brooks: What?! Are you crazy? I can't take a vacation!

Gee: Why not? Look we could go back to Grand Rapids this week and stay through Underground. Then after its over we could fly home an visit momma an daddy.Spend a week with them so they can get to know you like I do. 
The look on Brooks' face tells us that he's contemplating it.
Brooks: But who would run Shockwave?

???: That sounds like a job for me!
Into the office stepped Ryan Starr. Apparently once Con an bedlam were gone he felt secure enough to make his way backstage.
Brooks: You?

Ryan: Who else? I mean look I went out ther etonight and in my first match showed that I'm a betetr ref than anybody else you've got. So your job should be a piece of cake.
A glare from Brooks.
Brooks: That's not helping your case.

Ryan: Ok fine. Look I'm gonna level with ya Jonny. You're obviously a very wise businessman. Am I right? I mean you took a company that your former friend left you with, expecting it'd die in a matter of weeks. And what'd you do? You made soem of teh best decisions this company has ever seen! Youve grown the PWT brand from its death bed to so chock-full of talent that you're having to start a second show!
Brooks reached up an rubbed one of Georgia's hands. She was nodding in agreement with Ryan. 
Ryan: So your girl there is right Jonny boy. You desevre a vacation. A chance to recharge your batteries, while ya drain her's. Eh eh? 
Not even Jonathan can resist a chuckle there.
Ryan: And you need someone to run this show in the meantime. Well who better to have in charge than myself? Afterall we're going to be in San Fransisco, the unofficial gay capital of the world!

Gee: He's got a point baby. Letting a gay man run the show in a community know for its gayness? That's going to put us over with a very big portion of the people out there. People with money and a need for osmething to do for entertainment on Saturday night.....
After a few moments of thinking things over Brooks finally come sto a decision.
Brooks: I tell ya what Ryan, you got a deal. Next week I'll let you be in charge of Shockwave. But lemme tell ya this now, you won't be booking your boyfriend or anybody else in any world title matches. 

Ryan: Fair enough. Its a deal Jonny.
The scene fades to commercial with Brooks and Ryan Starr shaking hands.....On Ryan Starr running Shockwave next week?!
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Re：PWT Saturday Night Shockwave - September 4th, 2010

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Staring across at each other- we return to Shockwave in the front of the arena; ring-side as we see Christian Michaels and Tony Rich, both men look ready for whatever. The bell run—Rich was the first to try and strike as he sprinted across the ring, but the vet in CM was ready for it. Ducking beneath Rich’s clothesline attempt—CM popped up and under the clothesline and when Rich turned around he got a mouthful of right hand. A quick jab.. followed by another quick jab—followed by yet another quick jab! As CM hit the fifth jab, each followed by a "YEAH" chant from the crowd—CM wound his arm up and socked Rich once more upside the head, knocking Rich down and out of the ring to the outside as the fans popped for The Southern Heartthrob.
Fecca: GO CM!
Rich circled the outside, holding his jaw in pain—clamping his teeth together to make sure he didn’t have a broken jaw. Making a face and complaining to the ref about CM’s closed fist shots—he finally rolled back in and pushed himself up. Locking up—CM overpowered Rich and sent him darting backwards into the turnbuckle—Rich let a sly smirk spread over his face and nodded—appreciating the challenge from PWT’s Heart and Soul.
Styles: The hillbilly has the edge here—especially against Rich who’s just Natural Selection’s tag-along.

Fecca: Definitely Eddie, but we still can’t count Tony Rich out—since aligning with Natural Selection his stock seemed to have shot through the roof—as did his ego.
Looking to lock-up again, CM overestimated his speed and Tony slid between CM’s legs. Popping up behind CM- he hit a dropkick on CM’s back, knocking him into the ropes. Bouncing back off of the ropes, Rich quickly made the cover—grabbing a handful of tights as the ref dropped down to the mat.
Fecca: Quick cover here..
One..
Tw—KICKOUT!
Fecca: Kickout WITH a handful of tights!
Like nothing—CM broke the pin attempt as Rich quickly took advantage of CM on the come up. Grabbing CM in a headlock—CM backed himself up and attempted to straighten his back up—but Rich showed signs of ring psychology as well and pulled CM over, dropping him on his back. Holding CM down, wrenching at CM’s head-- Rich yelled for the ref to ask if Michaels gave up, of course CM wasn’t going to give up—not that easily anyway.
Styles: You know, I kinda like Rich’s new attitude. Even though I think he’s a fool for aligning with those thugs—he seems to be a lot more confident in his ability now.

Fecca: Amazing what hanging around with Jake and his crew can do for you..
CM’s legs popped up and got Rich in a head scissors. Pulling Rich down, CM snapped him down, breaking the headlock as CM knocked rich a few times with hard elbows that rocked him. Standing back to his feet—CM picked Rich up and whipped him into the ropes. Upon comeback—CM flipped him around a few times and dropped him hard on his back—hard. CM made the cover, looking like he could very well have it here as the ref dropped and CM looked on.
One..
Tw—KICKOUT!
Expecting Rich to kickout, CM didn’t waste any time instead went back on the offensive. Rich and he exchanged blows- shot for shot until CM seemed to have gotten the advantage. Looking to once more utilize his strength over Rich—CM let Rich have too much space as acting off of a power-slam attempt from Michaels, Rich somehow reversed it and drilled CM with a DDT. Not making the cover—Rich instead jumped to his feet and played to the crowd as they of course boo’d him- a new cocky edge for Rich that may very well come back to bite him.
Fecca: Can you believe the nerve?! One DDT and he thinks he’s God of Wrestling!

Styles: You said it yourself Bobby—He hangs around with Jake and his crew and you think you’re owed the world instead of being a productive part of the roster.
Picking CM up by his hair—Rich shouted at a few fans in the front row who held CM signs to "WATCH THIS!" Backing CM into the ropes- Rich let off a hard chop that got the fans in the house "WHOOOOOOOOOOOing." Not stopping at one, he followed it up with another.. and another—then another. Finally nearing the fifth or so chop, Rich had built up a lot of confidence—enough to look to try and take a huge risk. Whipping CM into the far side turnbuckle, once CM hit.. Rich waited for a good few seconds before sprinting towards CM. Leaping into the air—catching amazing elevation—CM managed to move but Rich landed on the top-rope to the shock of the crowd. CM looked to trip Rich dropped onto the top rope and flipped off of it—in a Split Legged Moonsault variation, and threw his legs over CM’s shoulders. Holding onto the top rope—Rich tried to maneuver CM, but CM didn’t let it happen. Instead, CM managed to throw Rich onto the apron but Tony landed. Trying a lariat attempt—CM ducked beneath it and when he popped up—
Fecca: OH MY GOD! TONY RICH JUST.. GOT.. WHAPPED!
The crowd had been worked into a crazy frenzy, they were all on their feet as Rich crumbled to the arena floor—he was taken down, a beautiful super-kick that definitely would leave an lasting impression. CM pulled himself up onto the ring ropes and looked down at Rich—Unknowing to his knowledge was MJ Storm sprinting from the back.
Fecca: Great! What the hell does he want!?
MJ hit the ring and slid in—Attacking CM from the back. Pulling CM down from the ropes, the bitter enemies threw right hand for right hand as the crowd once more was riled up and lit on fire.
Styles: FIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGGGHHHHHHHTTTTTTTTT!
CM was gaining an advantage as Kaydence Starr had hit the ring too—but not far behind was Caitlyn Fury. Fury managed to take Kaydence down and hit her with a few solid shots as Rich had gotten up and realized what was going down. Getting back into the ring, Tony helped MJ get CM under control—a low-blow really slowed CM’s pace down. MJ and Tony stomped away at CM’s fallen body as Fury and Starr rolled outside and was taking the fight outside of the ring.
Fecca: THIS IS PANDIMONIUM!
The ref called for the bell—the time keeper struck is a few times as Sabrina’s voice was heard over the crazy commotion both from the ring and from the crowd who was eating this up—the entire situation. CM tried to fight back but Tony had speared him from the back and was pounding away at CM’s head as MJ was attacking CM’s ribs. Kaydence had gained leverage in her squabble with Caitlyn Fury, but that was like a see-saw.
Sabrina: Your winner by disqualification.. CHRISTIAN MICHAELS!
The fans popped hearing Christian be awarded the winner—but that didn’t seem to phase neither party involved in the fight ring-side.
Fecca: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WE HAVE TO TAKE A QUICK A COMMERICAL BREAK.. BUT I GUESS WHEN WE COME BACK IT’LL BE THE EYE OF THE STORM—FEATURED GUESTS?! CHRISTIAN MICHAELS AND KAYDENCE STARR!
**Commerical Break**
Shockwave is back off the commercial break and back at ringside. It seems that during the break Tony Rich had taken his leave after helping with the beatdown of Michaels. And speaking of our favorite Southern Heartthrob he finds his arms tied between the top an middle ropes. As he struggles to get free the fans boo. MJ Storm has brung in a director's style chair and taken a seat. Standing beside him is Caitlin Fury with a good hold on Kaydence to keep her under control. 
Fecca: This is sickening. You know it really doesn't surprise me how well MJ and Natural Selection's pledge worked together there. 
There's a wide grin on MJ's face as he starts to speak into his mic.
MJ: Well....well....well..Here are in a familiar situation Christian. Me in control and you looking like a deer caught in the headlights. Did you really think that I was so stupid as to let you walk out here on my show tonight? I know how you are Christian. You would've stormed the ring like a house of fire. We'd have fought and then I'd have to put you down. And hard. With of course my patented Storm Chaser Slam.
The crowd boos. MJ ignores them.
MJ: And then how would I get my answer from you? Hmm?
Storm held the mic towards CM.
CM: Screw you Storm!
MJ pulled the mic away.
MJ: Ah yes the fabled southern temper that I hear so much about. Listen Christian we can be gentlemen about this. Can't we? 
Michaels is glaring a hole through his nemesis
MJ: I suppose not. But that's ok Christian cause you know I came back to finally give you what's coming to you. Afterall everytime there's been a stumble in my career its been because of you! For example: Several years ago I was the newly crowned PWT World's Heavyweight champion! Me! MJ Storm was on top of the world!
MJ stepped back and soaked in his accomplishment from a few years ago. The fans try an ruin it by booing him
Fecca: If that man is referring to what I think he is, how does he blame it on Michaels at all?

Styles: I think I know Bobbsie and if I'm right.....I have to agree with MJ on that one. 
CM struggles against the ropes to no avail. MJ finally continues on.
MJ: I had it all Christian! The title, the fans, and the girl. Then you came along an ruined it! You'd used your pull with Taylor to get Nic E Dangerously hired to this company! Then you, Nic, Xander Allen Walker, and Damien Destruction....You all tore through this company like a precursor to Natural Selection! And even I fell victim to you all.
There's a snarl in MJ's words as he sneers at Michaels.
MJ: You remember the night that the four of you made me hand over the title?
He got up from his seat and walked over to where Caitlin was holding Kaydence.
MJ: I do Christian. I remember how you all held Cassie hostage and...
MJ's free hand grabbed Kaydence's throat. He squeezed the hand around her throata nd began to cut-off her airflow. Kaydence was struggling against Caitlin and coughing for a breath.
MJ: Then the four of you began to choke the life out of her.....Just like this! Until I had no choice but to give up my championship in exchange for her safety!
The grip on Kaydence's throat tightened and she coughed more. Her eyes were wide as tears welled up in the corners.
MJ: So lets see how you like it Michaels! I'm going to choke the life out of your lil bitch! I'll choke her until the eyes roll back in her head and she loses consciouness! That is unless you answer me...
Storm looked on as Michaels struggled more an more to get free of the ropes. He was trying hard but it was to no avail.
MJ: What do you say Michaels? Do you accept my challenge for a tag match at Hardcore Hell?! HUH?! DO YOU?!
CM struggled more and then finally lowers his head. That long dark hair of Michaels' fell over his face and he muttered something. Storm arched an eyebrow and walked over. Kaydence gasped for deep breaths as her airway was clear now.
Fecca: Thank god he let her go! This is just too much. I mean fine if you have a beef with Michaels but settle it in the ring. Don't go choking out a woman.

MJ: I'm sorry, what was that Michaels?
Storm holds the mic towards CM.
CM: I said.....Yes. Yes I accept your tag match for Hardcore Hell.

MJ: Delightful. But you know why police often choose not to meet terrorist demands? This!
MJ drops the mic and charges back over and begins choking Kaydence again. Her feet go to kicking and teh fasn are booing like crazy. CM shoots his head up and screams out for Storm to stop. Needless tos ay its all for naught.
Fecca: Aw come on! Somebody do something about this! He's choking the life outta her!

Styles: Yeah come on now MJ. I understand why you're doing this but its not right....
The fans are booing like hell until all of a sudden its like CM hulks out! He lets out an Incredible Hulk-like roar and raises up. He growls an roars until the ropes give and shoot off releasing his arms! The Southern Heartthrob shoots towards MJ but Storm knew he was coming. He turns and meets Michaels with a wicked spear! Caitlin turns Kaydence and gets her up and nails her barry white driver finisher.
Fecca: Oh don't you two have something to be proud about that.
MJ and Caitlin stand at teh ropes with big grins on their faces. Apparently leaving CM an Kaydence laying is something to be proud of for them.
Fecca: We'll be right back folks!
The show cuts to commercial with a shot of MJ and Caitlin headed up the ramp.
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Re：PWT Saturday Night Shockwave - September 4th, 2010

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Roaring to life- the PWTron openes up to a shot of the Natural Selection insignia- as "Changes" by Godsmack slammed over the speakers. Not before long through the curtain, making both their PWT debuts was Marcus Bain and Christian Othniel. Bain had the hood ot his entrance attire lifted over his head and Othniel sported the NS' latest shirt, something about "PWN3D!!!!111" with a picture of Jay Styles. Bain held his arms out to his side as Othniel hit like a Scott Hall pose. 

Fecca: I hope they get their asses handed to them tonight, Bain and Othniel.. Make me sick.

Styles: Look at that smile over Bain's face, it's as if he knows he's better than the world!

Sabrina: The following contest is a tag-team match and is for one fall! Coming to the ring representing Naaaaaaaaaaattttttturrrrrrrrraaaaaallllllll Seleeeeeeeeccccctttiiiiiiiiooooooooonnnnnnnnnnn.. Weighing approximately 455pounds.. Marcus Baaaaiiiiiinn and Chhhhhriiiiiissssssiiiiiiitaaaannnnn Oooothhhhhhnnnnnnnnieeeeeeeelllllllllllllllll!

By the time Sabrina had finished their introduction- Bain and Othniel had reached the ring and was backed into their corner, waiting- looking on like Eagles on the hunt. Othniel put his hands up as Bain threw off random rights and lefts- one slipped off of the end of Othniel's hand and clipped him in the jaw- causing fans to laugh.. 

Fecca: It's all fun and games until the match starts.. Nev and Shadow are going to show these aliens.. these alien threats that PWT is infact unified!

Just then "Hero" by Skillet slammed over the PA System, the fans jumped to their feet as out from behind the curtain stepped Shadow- but something about his demeanor didn't look right. He stared down at the ring as Bain and Othniel looked on, both of them wore smirks that said they were up to something- but what?

Styles: Here's one of PWT's finest, where's that mutant at?! We need him and all of his weirdness to get an edge over on Natural Selection!

Sabrina: .. And from Washington D.C.. Weighing in at 200pounds.. Shhhhhhadddddddddddddooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!.

Strolling down to the ring taking his time, Shadow almost showed a sense of concern over his face. Getting into the ring, he backed himself into the corner and stared off at Natural Selection. Sabrina was called over towards the side of the ring by the time keeper and whispered something- her face looked to show almost the same reaction as Shadow.. Something wasn't right- something was up.

Sabrina: Ladies and gentlemen, I have been notified that Nevymorr is NOT in the arena- thus, Shadow has no tag-team partner making this match a handicap match!

Fecca: .. My God..

Without hesitation, without the bell even ringing- Bain and Othniel hit Shadow and hit him hard. Catching him with hard right and left hands as he was backed into the corner, Shadow tried to cover up but when four fists and four foots was coming down on you, there wasn't much one could really do. Willie Sharpe looked on, almost baffled at what to do as Christian backed up. The all-out assault came to an end as Othniel made his way out of the ring and stood on the apron- all the mean while Bain had ripped off his entrance gear and was using it to choke Shadow in the corner- Sharpe started the mandatory DQ count but Bain wasn't going for it. It wasn't until Sharpe reached a long.. very long four count, Bain stopped and threw his arms in the air as the fans who were against Natural Selection which was a little more than half let him hear it.

Fecca: A handi-cap match?! Why does things always tend to fall that way with Natural Selection!? I know these bastards had something to do with Nev not being able to make it, I know they did!

Styles: I wouldn't doubt it Bobby.. I wouldn't put it past them.

Hitting the ropes- Bain popped off of it and launched into the air, falling hard on Shadow with a elbow-drop, Jumping up and dropping yet another, he showed no remorse- but this was Marcus Bain afterall. Picking Shadow up and whipping him into the corner- Othniel tagged in while Bain put Shadow on the top turnbuckle. Bain stepped out of the ring and got onto the apron as Othniel climbed to the second- and threw Shadow's arm over his head. Looking to hit a superplex of some kind- Shadow didn't allow it. Stopping the suplex, hooking his leg around the rope, Othniel tried again- no success. Shadow shoved Christian backwards- he landed on his feet but Shadow was too quick. Managing to stuff Marcus quickly with a kick- Bain hit the floor as Othniel rushed forward but Shadow jumped forward and landed behind Othniel. Christian turned and stepped directly into a flurry of kicks that riled the crowd up and got them back on PWT's side.

Fecca: YES! SHADOW ISN'T GONNA GIVE IN!

Styles: SCHOOL THEM YOU MUTANT, SCHOOL THEM!

The flurry of kicks ended with a huge one to the side of the head to Christian- which dropped him of course. Bain had shaken off the cob-webs and got back onto the apron- this time avoiding an attack on him by Shadow. Shadow attempted a kick to Marcus' gut, but Marcus managed to springboard off of the top-rope and looked for a hurricarrana- but Shadow killed it chances by ducking beneath it. Marcus landed on his feet- and Shadow turned around throwing yet another kick. Marcus caught his foot and shook his head- whipping Shadow around- Shadow's same leg came full circle and almost took Marcus' head off, but Marcus used his speed and ducked beneath it. As Shadow's leg landed he turned towards Marcus- But Bain hit a Pele Kick that knocked Shadow down and sent him to the mat.

Styles: Bain with an impressive Pele Kick there.. These guys are good, which makes us booing them even more of a bad job. How do you take away from their talent, I hate it!

Fecca: You're right Eddie, these two.. Hell all of Natural Selection are great athletes but they go about in using their talent all wrong! Imagine if they were part of PWT and not trying to overthrow it!

Sharpe once again was slow to regain order in the match, he seemed to lag his way over towards Bain and force him to get out of the ring. Othniel had gotten up- holding his head in pain as he tagged Bain in- Shadow was in trouble. Bain stomped at Shadow's fallen body, before he picked him up and sent him at the ropes. Coming off of it, Bain leaped into the air and caught Shadow with a beautiful cresent kick that knocked Shadow back down. Jumping to his feet- Bain held his arms out in the air, getting a mixed reaction from the people, but it didn't phase him. One of Natural Selection's cockier members was a veteran, he's heard it all- this didn't change him at all. Tagging Othniel back in, Marcus picked Shadow up and sent him into the ropes again. Pretty shaken from the shot to the head- Marcus leap-frogged and Shadow popped right into Christian Othniel who came from no-where with a springboard clothesline. Hooking the leg, Bain held his hands in the air as Othniel looked towards Sharpe..

One, Two..

KICKOUT!

Fecca: WHOA THAT WAS A QUICK COUNT! What the hell?!

Othniel shot Sharpe a glare as Sharpe shrugged and held his fingers in the air- signaling the two count. Othniel stood up and got in Sharpe's face, yelling all sorts of stuff as Bain took the oppurtunity to get on the offense, once again stomping on Shadow like he was trying to walk a mud-hole dry.

Fecca: COME ON! HE'S A DAMN CHEATER!

The crowd boo' d, Bain flipped them off and regained his position outside of the ring, giving Othniel the chance to lock up with Shadow as Shadow had managed to get up to a knee. Standing Shadow up, Othniel quickly broke the lock and hit Shadow with a thumb to the eye- catching him off guard and then hit him in the gut with a swift kick. Throwing himself off of the ropes- Othniel grabbed Shadow, looking for a running bulldog but Shadow pushed him off of him. Othniel hit the ropes chest first and as he came back, Shadow threw a quick dropkick to the back of Othniel's knee, getting him off of his feet. Quickly heading out of the ring- Shadow stood on the apron and then slingshotted himself in- spiking Othniel down onto the mat with a Slingshot DDT that got the fans crazy again, Shadow made the cover, Sharpe hit the mat but it looked like he had issues slapping the mat.

O.... n..... e........

Styles: ...

Fecca: Th- Wha- What the hell!? Sharpe is barely making the count! What's the matter with him!?

T......................................... KICKOUT!

Sharpe quickly grabbed at his shoulder as he made a face- Shadow quirked a brow and shrugged, asking what was going on. As Shadow went to approach Sharpe who looked to be hurt, Othniel- woozy as hell tried to throw a shot up behind Shadow's back.. But something alerted Shadow and Christian ended up drilling Sharpe. Willie hit the mat as that pretty much gave Natural Selection open-range.

Fecca: DOWN GOES SHARPE!

Fighting off both men- Shadow looked good. Ducking beneath Marcus' right hand- he popped up and managed to drill Othniel with a snapping DDT. Before Bain could stomp down at Shadow- Shadow kipped up and hit a spinning heel kick that knocked Marcus upside the head as the fans went absolutely.. freakin' crazy, causing the roof to nearly blow off it's hinges.

Fecca: THERE WE GO! SHADOW IS TAKING THE FIGHT TO NATURAL SELECTION!

Playing to the crowd- Shadow smiled, he was warming up. Othniel had rolled out of the ring as Bain was picked up by Shadow. Decking him a few times with rights and lefts Shadow positioned Marcus looking for the 'Fatality' but Marcus managed to get out of it- using some badass agility, Marcus- from an Inverted DDT position managed to push himself up- and launch his lowerbody into the air- a reverse never seen before and managed to snap Shadow backwards and done- the back of Shadow's head slammed off of the mat as Marcus Bain rolled to the side- holding his head in pain from the spinning kick.

Styles: What a reversal.. Marcus Bain is serious!

Fecca: Like I said- These men are highly talented, but the way they conduct themselves is so wrong!

A replay of the reversal to Shadow's 'Fatality' was shown as Marcus popped his head up, looking towards Shadow who was shaking off the cobwebs. Both men got up slowly- Willie Sharpe was backed up in the corner, he looked out of it and clutched at his shoulder.  Bain and Shadow closed the gap between each other- both men threw shot for shot- when Bain hit, fans chanted "OOHH" and when Shadow hit, fans chanted "AAHH." Bain tried to speed up the fight, but Shadow nipped it in the butt with a quick back kick to the gut- GSP style to Bain's gut. Once more Shadow looked for 'Fatality,' but out of no-where- Christian Othniel popped up and hit the ropes. Springboarding himself off of the ropes- Shadow didn't see it coming but Othniel drilled him with a perfect .GIF Moment as the fans went crazy. Some cheered.. Some boo'd.. but all of them knew that the move was awesome. Christian rolled to the outside as Shadow and Bain dropped to the mat. Making the cover- Bain barely threw the arm over Shadow's body. Sharpe hit the mat, looking like he had found a second wind as his arm slapped the mat like crazy.

Fecca: SHARPE!? WHAT THE HELL!? IS HE ON NATURAL SELECTION'S SIDE?!

One.. Two.. Thre- KICKOUT!

Styles: ANOTHER QUICK COUNT! SHARPE IS DIRTY, SHARPE IS DIRTY! I KNOW HE IS! HOW CAN HE GO TO HAVING A SORE SHOULDER TO COUNTING AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT?!

Shadow's shoulder popped up probably more because of reflexes rather than being in it, as Sharpe held two fingers in the air, clutching his shoulder as he realized to play to the role. Bain and Othniel conspired as Shadow slowly got up to his feet- Bain backed into the corner and was out of it- Othniel looked to take advantage of Shadow's weakend state, but Shadow wasn't done. Othniel looked to whip Shadow into the ropes and Shadow allowed it. Bouncing off of the ropes, Shadow ducked beneath Christian's clothesline attempt. Leaping onto the ropes- Shadow hit a perfect Asai Moonsault body press- but he didn't fall to the mat. Instead- he kept the standing position- he quickly jerked his body and planted Christian into the mat with the 'Fatality' as the crowd went bananas.

Fecca: SHADOW CONNECTED! FATALITY, HE MAY HAVE IT HERE!

Standing up- looking to making a cover; when Shadow turned towards Marcus- Sharpe stumbled forward and tripped Shadow- causing Shadow's attention to shift. Staring at Sharpe- Bain took the oppurtunity to got into position- as Shadow grabbed Sharpe by the collar and was about to hit him with a hard right hand- Bain snapped out of no where and the sole of his foot connected upside Shadow's jaw- causing his knees to buckle upon impact. Bain crumbled over Shadow's fallen body as Sharpe dropped.

One..

Styles: Don't  tell me Sharpe is dirty.. Don't tell me he's compromised!

Two..

Fecca: Wow.. No fast count, huh? Figures!

THREE-KICKOUT!

Bain's eyes nearly popped out of his skull as Sharpe looked just as surprised as Bain did.. Othniel was outside of the ring- he was doing something, probably sulking after nearly being taken out or something.

Fecca: SHADOW ISN'T GOING TO QUIT! THE MAN KNOWS NO BOUNDARIES!

Marcus rolled off of Shadow as Shadow showed signs of movement. After taking two superkicks.. Different variations of course, he was still in this.. but how much gas he had left in the tank was the question. Bain pushed himself to a knee as Shadow managed to roll over onto his stomach and pushed himself up slowly. Bain didn't rush towards him- he knew he needed to put this away before Shadow would get another quick shot in and win the match. Othniel popped his head up and rolled a chair into the ring- Sharpe didn't see it- or.. it looked like he didn't see it as Othniel jumped onto the ring apron- distracting Sharpe. Marcus picked up the chair and looked to take Shadow's head off- but when Bain swung for the fences- Shadow ducked beneath it and kicked Bain in the stomach. Quickly getting Bain into position- Shadow managed to snap off the 'Fatality' again- Marcus' head landed on the chair.

Fecca: ONE MORE! FATALITY!

Bain was out-cold- arms and legs was spread as Shadow, probably working off the fans energy made the cover, hooking the leg of course.

Fecca: ONE!

Styles: TWO!

Crowd: THREE!

Realizing he wasn't getting any count- Shadow looked over and spotted Sharpe and Othniel arguing.. or appearing to argue over something as he sighed and rolled over. Pushing himself up and wobbling over towards Sharpe- Othniel quickly dropped to the floor and grabbed at Shadow's leg- distracting him. Bain showed signs of life.. barely- but signs of life. Sharpe made his way over towards the chair he saw sitting there and bent over to pick it up- as he did.. something dropped from his hands and when Sharpe moved over towards the ropes to throw the chair out- it seemed to have get kicked towards Bain.

Fecca: Wait.. Wait.. What the hell is that?!

Styles: I think a fan threw it in the ring! What is it!?

The camera zoomed in and as Shadow stumbled back towards Marcus to pick him up- Bain blocked the attempt and knocked Shadow upside the head with a right hand. Before he could fall- Marcus scooped him up and planted him onto the mat with The Cause of Death.

Styles: NO!

Making the cover as Othniel slid into the ring, Sharpe dropped down to the mat..

One..

Two..

Fecca: C'MON SHADOW!

Thr-

Styles: ..?!

-EE!

Fecca: .. And they take the victory, dammit!

Sabrina: And your winnnnnnnnnerrrrrrrrrrs.. Marcus Baaaaiiiiiinn and Chhhhhriiiiiissssssiiiiiiitaaaannnnn Oooothhhhhhnnnnnnnnieeeeeeeelllllllllllllllll!

Bain and Othniel stood up- whatever it was Bain had picked up from Sharpe he had slipped into his trunks as "Changes" by Godsmack pounded over the PA System. They held their hands up in the air, triumphant as they didn't even bother to attack him. Instead- Bain ripped the mic away from Sabrina as the theme cut off as he lifted the mic.

Bain: That's.. How you win a match. Join us at Ceasar's Palace for the afterparty- NATURAL SELECTION BABY! WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Throwing the mic over his shoulder- Othniel caught it before it fell. Standing over Shadow's fallen body where a lump the size of an apple formed where Bain had hit him.

Othniel: I was told to pass this message to you- Puppy Boy..

Christian kneeled beside Shadow, he was out of it.

Othniel: Your tag team partner, Nevymorr? He said he was tired of carrying the load of the team so it would be best if you went out, maybe do some magic tricks- make a few rabbits pop out of your hat and find a new partner because Nev? Well.. He's Natural Selection- remember that.

Tossing the mic onto Shadow's fallen body- Bain and Othniel made their way out of the ring as the camera panned back to Shadow.. The fans were in awe.

Fecca: Do- Do you believe what we just heard?! Nev.. Natural Selection?!

Styles: I TOLD YOU! YOU CAN'T TRUST THAT MUTANT!

The fans grew quiet as the scene faded off to something backstage. But what?

The shot switched to outside the door of Jonathan Brooks' office for tonight. Slowly the door draws open inward. Out of the room first is one half of our tag team champions, Georgia James. The next out of the office is PWT's bossman Jonathan Brooks. Then finally we have an unexpected face and a treat fro the fans. Noneother than the W2K Franchise himself, Ryan Cain, steps out into the hall. he moves to teh side as Brooks reaches back into the room an pulls the door closed.
Fecca: Eddie! Do you know who that is? That's....that's...

Styles: Holy crap its Ryan Cain! But what the hell is he doing here?
Even though the shot is still backstage the roar of the crowd can be heard. All three of them, Brooks, Gee, an Ryan look around. Then the now jolly fatman boss of PWT shakes hands with Ryan.
Brooks: Its a real pleasure having you on board with us here in PWT Ryan. I've seen alot of your work down in San Antonio over the years. Those guys have always had a real eye for talent. You're a prime example of that. 

Ryan: While I thank you for the kind words, trust me I've been doing this for a while longer than just my days in San Antonio. Still though its nice to be collecting a pay check again. But more importantly its going to feel great being back out there in front of wrestling fans again.
The fans of course pop for being put over by one of their all-time faves. However into the scene walks noneother than Javen. He's got a wide grin on his face as he reaches out and shakes hands with Ryan. This gets an arched eyebrow response from Ryan.
Javen: How's it going there Ryan? Man its good to finallys ee you here in PWT. Welcome aboard.

Ryan: Thanks....whoever you are.
The grin fades right off Javen's face.
Javen: Dude, Ryan, its me! Its Javen!

Ryan: No I'm pretty sure that you're not Christian Michaels.
That remark sends Javen's blood into an instant boil. he glares at Ryan now.
Javen: Ok there Mister Funnyman. Look we both know good an well that I'm not my brother Christian. 

Ryan: Oh yeah! Now I remember you! Why didn't you just use your real name: Christian's Lil Brother!
Three....two....one...
Javen: You can't talk to me like that Cain! This isn't San Antonio no more! Now you're in MY yard. No more protection for ya buck-o! And ya know what? Hey Brooksy, next week I wanna see my bitch Martin Wright against this chump.

Ryan: Whoa whoa whoa! You mean you go around with a male bitch? Dude no wonder nobody knows your name. Didn't know you were homosexu--

Javen: ARGH!
With that Javen stormed outta the scene. Ryan then looked over at Brooks.
Ryan: Hey man I got nothing better to do next week boss so I'll take on Javen's Bitch.
This is when Martin Wright steps into the scene.
Martin: That isn't my name!
He too storms away an we fade off to comercial.
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"Beautiful Disgrace" is fading out as we returned from the commerical break and Tani stands in the ring, handing the Femme Fatal championship to the referee, and she looks to the ramp, but theres no Stone. Instead, "Changes" by Godsmack hits, and the crowd instantly turns to boos as the Natural Selection video is playing. Tani's eyes widen, and she turns into defense mode.
Fecca: Damnit, these damn wolves just can't leave well enough alone!

Styles: And Tani is by herself, too! She was looking for her match and she's got Natural Selection to deal with!?
Mitchell, Bedlam and Mikah are seen on the stage, Mikah in the middle with a smirk as they start to make their way down the ramp, but Tani doesn't back down. An over-head camera sees Con, Bain and Othenial coming from the crowd, and getting over the guard rail. Everybody starts to surround the ring, giving Tani no-where to go, so she stands to fight.
Fecca: No, Tani, no! Try and get out of there!

Styles: Theres no where for her to go, Bobby! Where is Team PWT!? Where's Scott!?
Mikah is the first to slide in, and Tani starts to throw boots to her right away, but the rest of NS slide in the ring and Con restrains her by the arms pulling her away from Mikah, and Tani is trying to kick to get free. Jake shouts for Othenial to grab her legs, and he does, leaving her totally helpless, as Mikah walks up to her getting in Tani's face. Mikah strokes Tani's hair back, and rubs her hand down Tani's cheek, and meets her with a loud SMACK. Mikah's hand met Tani's face, and the Mikah grabs Tani strongly by the cheeks and chin and pulls her head forward so they're face to face, and Tani spits in Mikah's face.
Fecca: These damn dogs have the poor Championess tied up with no defense or anything! And Mikah is just trying to humiliate her!

Styles: I don't like this. All joking aside, this is sick, and this is our championess. The only person I'm not seeing out here is Tony Rich. Maybe it's because he used to be partners with Tani, when he and Scott were a team, I don't know.

Fecca: I just hope somebody there in the back can put a stop this soon.
Mikah gave Tani a few more smacks, and a right hand or two, before stepping away and the maniacal leader himself, Jacob Mitchell steps forward with a smirk.
Styles: No, no, lord please no, not this...
BAM! It happened so fast, it took a minute to register what happened, but Jake dropped Tani with a sickening Prodigal Drop. Mikah on her stomach and hands, taunting the KO'd Tani with the Femme Fatal championship, when the heaviness of "Grey" by Anew Revolution hits and led by Scott, comes charging team PWT.
Fecca: Yes! PWT to the rescue!

Styles: And tonight being led by Scott, whos out to save Tani!
Mikah is quickly the first out of the ring, but as the team slides in, NS exits just as fast, with PWT getting a few hits in but nothing major as Natural Selection go over the barricade, looking into the ring with smiles as Scott cradles Tani in his arms, staring just a black hole into Natural Selection's direction, his face red with anger as medics rush to the scene. Zarek, Tank, Matlock, and DC standing guard to make sure NS doesn't slip back into the ring.
Things shift backstage where Shauna Lane is standing beside Ciara Cage. Looks like maybe we're about to get an interview from Ciara about her return to action recently. However before even a single question is asked, lady Mystique clobbers Ciara from behind!
Shauna: STOP! What are you doing?!
Lady M is stomping away at the back of the Caged Booty. Shauna decides to get involved and she pulls back on Lady M. The dangerous femme fatale turns and stares at Shauna til she backs off. Whens he turns back around Lady M is met by an enraged Ciara cage! The stunning beauty takes Lady M down to the ground with a perfect double leg takedown.
Fecca: Folks we've got medical trainers helping with Tani Lyons out here at ringside and now Lady Mystque has attacked Ciara Cage backstage.

Styles: Looks like the Caged Booty isn't gonna stand for it either. Heh. Get it? Since they're both off their feet...
Ciara moved up into a mount position and she began waylaying Lady M with some stiff right hand shots. The former Femme Fatale championess, two times mind ya, moved to her feet. She pulled up Lady M and staggered her with a forearm shot. Another and another!
Fecca: Look at Ciara go! She's lighting Mystique up here.
Shauna is cheering for Ciara as she rocks Lady M. But Ciara stops and looks over at the wall. Next to Shauna is a chair folded up and leaned against it. Ciara asks for Lane to toss her the chair. She does and Ciara raises it above her head. She's gonna clobber Lady M with it. NO! Mystique had recovered and she spit the green mist into Ciara's face!
Fecca: Oh no! Mystique again with that damned green mist...
Ciara set the chair down on its legs and was wiping at her eyes. Suddenly though Lady M dropkicks Ciara's left knee. When she does the former Femme Fatale championess falls throat first across the top of the chair! Immediately Ciara falls to her back holding her throat. 
Styles: Oh damn!

Fecca: Good lord! These emts are going to have to stop and help Ciara on their way to the back with Tani.
Shauna is leaning over Ciara to cover her up from further harm as Lady Mystique stands there with a sick smirk on her face. She waves buh-bye to Ciara before strutting away, proud of her actions. meanwhile we're heading to break
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Fecca: Well.. Now to one of the most anticipated matches of the evening—The return of Jacob Mitchell not just to professional wrestling, but more importantly to the PWT. Any other circumstance, I would be thrilled, but today? I hope Duke Andrews rips his throat out.
Styles: The leader of Natural Selection—I was a Jake Mitchell fan up until now.. I’m with you Bobby, I hope Andrews teaches him a lesson.
Fecca: .. Speaking from experience- as we both know, Eddie.. it’s easier said than done. If you’re talking talent, Jacob Mitchell.. this guy has it all. But Duke Andrews is no push-over!
And like that the stage was set. It didn’t take long for “Down from the Sky” by Trivium to slam over the PA System.. Much like last week, stepping from behind the curtain was a focused looking Duke Andrews. He scanned the arena on the way down to the ring, his eyes burning through the crowd as he finally hit the ring. Sliding into the ring- he pushed himself up and backed into the corner, spreading his arms over the top rope.. Staring off towards the ramp.
Sabrina: .. In the ring, hailing from Grrrrrrrrrannnnnnndddddddddd Raaaapppppiiiiidddddssss.. Miiiiiiiiichhhhhhhhiiiiiiigaaaaaaannnnnnnnnn.. Weighing in at two-hundred and thirty pounds.. “The Epitome of Pefeeeeeeeectttttiooooooonnnnnnnnnnnn” DUUUUUUUKKKKKKKKKEEEEEEEEEEEE AAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNDDDDDDDDDDRRRREEWWWWWWWSSSSSSSSSSSSS!
Fecca: PWT’s own.. One of our finest.. But his opponent?
Styles: A Bull-Shark.. And that’s putting it lightly..
Before Trivium could fade from the PA System—the heavy rifts of Killswitch Engage’s “End of the Heartache” blasted over the speakers—fans jumped to their feet, stared off along side Duke Andrews towards the ramp as they knew exactly who was coming out now. Moving past the curtain, the tattoo’d arms of The Prodigal Son was seen.. Followed by his body. Stepping out onto the stage- his first match since defeating Drew Stevenson for the PWT Title at Immortal Glory.
Sabrina: .. And coming to the ring—hailing from Honolulu, Haaaaawaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.. Weighing in at two-hundred and sixty five pounds.. the leader of Natttturrrrraaalllllllllll Seeeeeleeeeeeeectioooooooonnnnnnn… “The Innnnnnnnnnnnfffffffffffamoooousssssss” JAAAAACCCCCCCOOOOOOBBBBBBB MIIITTTTTCCHHEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLL!
Jake strolled to the center of the ramp and got down to a knee—bowing his head. Holding the pose for a second, he then pushed himself up and climbed the stairs—stepping onto the ring apron. Hopping over the top rope, he glanced Duke’s way and smirked before he stood tall in the corner—things got off quickly as before Jake’s theme could finish off—Duke rushed’em.
Fecca: HERE WE GO!
Duke threw a hard right hand—but Jake blocked it and fired off a left of his own. Sending Duke back—Jake pressed him against the ropes and whipped him to the corner. On the come-back, Jake snatched Duke off of his feet and planted him into the mat with a STIFF power-slam. Not making the cover—Frank Mason got into position as Jake took full-mount over Duke.
Styles: One important thing to remember about Jake is that he’s a strong Brazilian jiu-jitsu artist. He trains a lot with different MMA Camps..
Duke tried to cover up and make attempts to get out of the mount, but it wasn’t until Jake rolled to the side and took side-control.. Quickly passing over—Jake stood up and stepped back, dusting his hands off and mocking Andrews—Duke was no match for The Prodigal Son in a ground wrestling display- Duke would have to keep it standing if he wanted a chance in this. Duke pushed himself up—he was infuriated with Jake’s actions during the week.. He was burning with anger, but he had to remember to keep that anger in check or else it may cost him the chance of finding open spots against Jake. Circling each other—both men locked up, Jake seemed to have an advantage as Andrews locked Jake in the midsection. The crowd roared as Andrews followed that up with a hard European Uppercut that sent Jake darting backwards. Hitting the ropes- but resting himself against it completely—Andrews sprinted forward, looking to take Jake’s head off with a clothesline, but Jake bounced himself forward off of the ropes and cut Andrew’s attempt off short with a massive Yakuza Kick. Duke’s head snapped backwards as Jake stared down at’em.. Almost as if he wanted to end Duke’s existence.
Fecca: WOW! What a Yakuza Kick by The Prodigal Son—Is it just me Eddie, or is this match extremely.. extremely aggression filled?! It seems like for as much as Duke doesn’t like Jake—Jake doesn’t like Duke!
Styles: Both men are opposites which is why it seems like that. Plus with everything that gone down.. Do you blame them for going at it like this!? Duke said he was going to take Jake out completely.. Jake said he was going to bury Duke—someone’s word has to come true..
Picking Duke up—Jake fired off a few short right hands before whipping Duke into the ropes. Duke bounced off of it but managed to throw off a kick to Jake’s mid-section before dropping Jake on the dome of his head with a DDT. Now Duke took full mount on Jake—the crowd roared in approval as Duke rained down on The Prodigal Son. Hard rights and lefts—all that aggression was being let out—Duke looked like a wild-man. Duke gave Jake too much space though—as Jake managed to push up and roll to the left- getting to a knee. Duke tried to fire off shots to Jake’s face—but Jake managed to grab Duke’s left arm and pull his arm down over his shoulder—taking Duke’s arm out of commission. Duke grabbed at his shoulder as Jake pushed up and grabbed Duke by the back of the head—pulling down- he caught Duke with a quick few knees Muay Thai style. Duke effectively blocked them though and managed to lock his arms beneath Jake’s right leg. Spinning aroind—Duke lifted The Prodigal Son and planted him with a modified Capture Suplex- Jake hit the mat hard as Duke sat up—with a smirk on his face.
Fecca: BEAUTIFUL COUNTER BY DUKE ANDREWS! GO FOR THE COVER DUKE!
Styles: .. Bobby.. If the same guy that went into YOUR house—held YOUR son and made comments about YOUR family- would you look to end it, or punish him more?
Fecca: Know what Eddie, you’re right. KILL THAT SUM’BITCH, DUKE!
Pushing himself up, Duke begun to apply the boot to Jake... Stomp after stomp, it left it’s mark. Jake covered up, but left his ribs exposed as Duke picked up on this and dropped a few knees on it. Grabbing at his ribs—Jake rolled to the side—causing Duke to miss a stomp—allowing Jake the opportunity to kip up to his feet and roll his shoulders forward—showing Duke that he too wasn’t playing games.
Fecca: .. Freakin’ agility by The Infamous! Unbelievable!
Looking on—It set in that Duke wasn’t facing an ordinary talent. Circling each other once more, the crowd was behind Duke for the most part—Jake was a crazy good heel.. people knew that and they loved to boo the guy. Locking up, Duke managed to duck beneath Jake’s oncoming attempt and hit him with a  shot to the kidney. Forcing Jake forward, Duke kicked at the back of Jake’s left knee and quickly took him down a peg. Hitting the ropes, Duke bounced off of it and threw off a crazy lariat that snapped Jake’s head forward as Duke connected from the back, causing Jake to go face-first into the mat, holding his head in pain as the crowd popped once more.
Styles: CRAZY IMPACT!
Duke picked Jake up and whipped him into the corner. Following closely behind—Duke managed to hit Jake with a running knee to the gut- doubling him over. Hitting a Spinning Roundhouse- that caused Jake to hit the mat, but he rested against the turnbuckle. Still trying to shake off the lariat to the back of the head—Duke pushed himself backwards and sprinted forward driving the sole of his boot into Jake’s face, hard.. Really hard.. Really.. Really.. really hard.
Fecca: WHAT A FACE WASH THERE! ANDREWS ALMOST BROKE JAKE’S JAW!
Styles: GOOD, DO IT AGAIN!
Falling over, popping his head out of the bottom rope—Duke stepped onto the apron and took a few steps back. In Undertaker fashion—Duke leaped into the air and dropped a huge legdrop over the back of Jake’s head as it was held out under the rope—once more bringing the fans to their feet.
Styles: YES! BREAK HIS STINKIN’ NECK!
Fecca: DUKE IS ON FIRE!
Jake hit the ring-floor, after nearly landing on his neck as Duke didn’t give him a chance to breath- instead picked Jake up and slammed his head into the steel ring-post—but Jake managed to block it, but he was still having to shake off the cob-webs. Instead Duke whipped Jake into the barricade—Jake hit it hard and got down to a knee. Duke rushed at him, looking to once again hit something devastating but Jake acted out of desperation and somehow changed positions so he could hit a drop-toe hold—which was successful. Duke’s face hit the top of the barricade as he bounced backwards—allowing Jake to shoot to his feet and knee’d Duke in the gut. Firing off a right hand, despite being a bit blurry- Jake hit it, but it wasn’t as effective as it would have been from a normal state of mind Jacob Mitchell.
Fecca: Right hand by Jake here..
Styles: Both men are looking to deal out as much punishment as humanly possible..
Decking Andrews with another hard left hand, sending Duke backwards, Jake looked for another running Yakuza Kick—this time Duke ducked beneath it. Popping up behind Jake—Jake turned around and stepped right into a Belly to Back suplex—on the thinly padded floor outside.
Fecca: Ouch! That HAS to hurt!
Frank Mason was at the count of 8 and rolled into the ring, then rolled outside—breaking the count. Mason warned Duke, but Andrews wasn’t having it—he was looking to put Jake down for good. Picking Jake up once more—Duke dragged him over towards the other side of the ring and looked to whip Jake into the steel stairs. Jake managed to catch himself before he hit it and leaped onto the stairs and as Duke came back at him—The Prodigal Son once more showed an amazing amount of agility as he spring-boarded off of the steps and turned his body in mid-air, managing to take Duke down with a Springboard Clothesline—The crowd popped for that, definitely something new out of Jake’s arsenal.
Styles: Just when you think you have him figured out, he goes and changes the entire perception of how you see him. Why must he be so good?! WHY?!
Fecca: Giving the devil his due—Jake has shown to be the complete athlete—from using his Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu to making use of his agility.. for a six foot six, two hundred and sixty five pound guy, Jake can surely move!
Styles: He may be a bastard, but my god is he unbelievable.. I hate to admit it.
Rolling Duke into the ring, Jake followed behind, finally looking like himself again. Not looking to make the cover—Jake picked Duke up and forced him into the corner. Grabbing him by the head, Jake hit a quick snapmare and hit the ropes. Coming off of it, he flipped over Duke and snapped his head forward.
Styles: MISTER PERFECT STYLE! Eat your heart out McGullicutty!
Standing up quickly, Jake backed into the ropes and hopped onto the second turnbuckle—Jake measured him before leaping forward and dropping an elbow across Duke’s throat—or close to it, this time making the cover as Frank Mason dropped to the mat.
Fecca: COULD THIS BE IT?!
One..
Styles: KICKOUT DUKE!
Two..
Th-
Styles: KICKOUT DUKE!
-E- KICKOUT!
Fecca: IT’S NOT OVER YET!
The crowd blew the roof off of the arena as Jake looked off at Mason, Mason held two fingers in the air as Jake hung his head. Pushing himself up, he pulled Duke up and once more forced him into the corner. Throwing him across the ring to the far-side turnbuckle, when Duke hit it—Jake sprinted after him and launched into the air—looking for a Stinger Splash.. also known as an Infamous Splash, but Duke darted out of the way right at the exact moment all of Jake’s momentum crashed down. Jake’s feet landed on the second rope and Duke quickly acted on it by putting his hands under Jake’s arm—resting him across his back..
Fecca: PERFECTION PLANT?!
Duke pulled Jake forward and tried to hoist him into the air but Jake managed to dead-weight himself and pulled his weight down—in the snapping motion, Jake managed to grab Duke’s head and pulled Duke’s upper torso over Jake’s.. hitting an inverted headlock backbreaker.
Styles: Insurrection outta no-where, damn it!
Both Jake and Duke were getting tired now—fatigue was beginning to fall upon them. Jake was a little slow getting to his feet, but it was clear that he wasn’t looking for any pin attempts here, this was all about proving  a point. Getting up slowly, keeping his attention on Duke the entire time—Jake had dropped to a knee and had a fist planted as Duke reached up and grabbed hold of the second rope, pulling himself up to his feet. When he turned around, Jake pushed himself up and moved towards Duke—each man exchanged rights and lefts, slower than normal but the shots was there. Each hit took more and more out of the opponent, as Duke seemed to have gained an edge. Ducking beneath a shot—he hit Jake right a back elbow and then wrapped his leg around Jake’s. Snapping backwards- Duke planted Jake on his back into the mat with a hard Russian Legsweep, getting the fans to stand up again, looking like Duke was having a second wind in this. Making the cover, looking for the win finally- Mason dropped to the mat as Duke didn’t hook the leg.
One..
Two..
T—KICKOUT!
Fecca: .. DAMN IT! SO CLOSE!
Jake’s shoulder popped off of the mat, Andrews sighed as the match continued. Both men got up, Duke was first as he managed to cut Jake’s momentum off with a knee to the gut. Forcing him back towards the ropes—Duke hit a few closed shots, followed by some chops and then topped it off with another kick to the gut. Whipping Jake across to the ropes—Jake came back and Duke hit him with a back elbow that spiked Jake to the ground. Exploding back up—Duke looked to keep Jake grounded with another hard right hand which in fact did it’s job. Jake got back up and Duke dropped him again this time with a standing dropkick that took Jake by surprise, and grounding him. Duke jumped back to his feet as the crowd roared, they could sense that the end was near. Picking Jake up- Duke did a standing switch and held him in a waist-lock. Lifting Jake into the air—looking for a German Suplex—Jake managed to reverse it in mid-air and land on the side of Duke. Jake threw a shot, but Duke caught Jake’s arm and pulled him backwards- dropping to the mat. Keeping Jake locked in position—Duke’s legs quickly went into position as he locked Jake in a triangle choke!
Styles: ANDREWS HAS JAKE LOCKED IN THE COMATOSED! TALK ABOUT IRONY!
Fecca: HE’S GONNA CHOKE JAKE OUT! HE’S GOTTA LOCK IT!
The fans jumped to their feet as they got behind Duke like crazy. He didn’t have it locked in properly, he was trying—but the mistake was made by trying to do this to someone who practiced Mixed Martial Arts. With one heave, Jake now stood over Duke as Duke continued to try and lock the Comatose in.. but before he could Jake locked his hands—the one Duke attempted to choke Jake out with—Jake’s arm with his freehand.. And with one swift movement pulled Duke up—into the air. The crowd went crazy as camera flashes ripped through the arena as Jake with all the power he had left powerbombed Duke—Duke’s head snapped against the mat. Jake didn’t let go, instead he pulled Duke up into another powerbomb position but instead this time—Duke’s body had let go of the lock—Jake turned the falling powerbomb attempt into a MASSIVE Prodigal Drop!
Fecca: DID YOU JUST SEE THAT?!
Styles: JESUS THE GARDENER!
Spinning Duke over—Jake hooked the leg as Mason dropped to the mat..
One..
Two..
Fecca: WOW!
THREE!
Styles: IT’S OVER!
“End of the Heartache” blared through the arena again as Jake rolled off of Duke, looking on—those eyes, it said he wasn’t through yet.
Sabrina: .. And your winner.. JJJJJJACCCCCCCOOOOOOOBBBBBBBBBB MIIIIIIIITCCCCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHELLLLLLLLLLLL!
Styles: .. That was a scary showing of power—It seems like when he was away, Jake crafted his trade—he looked IMPRESSIVE tonight—I’m not shocked or anything.. You can never count him out!
Fecca: As much as it pains me to agree with you Eddie.. Jacob.. Jacob showed that he can back that attitude up.. That whole “destroy and rebuild” mentality.. He looked good tonight.
Pushing himself up, Jake stood down—staring at Andrews, almost like a monster would at it’s prey. Hopping the barricade was Marcus Bain.. Christian Othniel—from the opposite side was Esco and Bedlam—they looked like they were about to do something terrible.
Fecca: .. God..
Joining Jake in the ring, essentially forming  a circle around Duke—Jake stepped back and nodded as NS jumped Duke. The crowd grew quiet as they were remorseless; Bedlam looked like a hungry Lion with how savage he was. Othniel and Bain found their spots as well—Esco slipped Duke some of the beat down as well.
Styles: I wouldn’t expect to see Team PWT make the save here—I mean Duke said he was going to show them how to be a leader.. Right?
There was no Team PWT to make the rescue, but leaving it all on the table sprinted Chris Burden. Hitting the ring in stride the fans went crazy as Burden went straight for Bedlam—not before Esco cleaned him with a MAJOR spear!
Fecca: CON JUST OWNED BURDEN! WHAT A SPEAR!
Bedlam tossed Jake his crutch that he was using as Jake caught it in mid-air and smiled. Lifting Duke Andrews up- Natural Selection held him in position as Jake pointed the crutch off at Andrews like he would a rifle—closed one eye and moved forward—breaking the crutch over the side of Andrews’ head.
Styles: WHAT THE HELL?!
Con and Othniel held Burden in position as Jake moved to the side of him, kneeling down—he smirked as he grabbed Burden by the throat as Bain handed Jake the mic.
Jacob: You couldn’t keep out of it, could you.. You had to get involved.. Well, I’ll make good on your promise. You said it’s more likely you’ll get taken out before you get to us and you’re right. This is for Team PWT and for the fence-sitters.. Now Burden has to bite.. the.. bullet.
Spitting in Burden’s face, Jake backed up and took a few steps backwards. Sprinting forward, he kicked Burden in the back of the head causing Burden’s face to slam into the bottom turnbuckle- taking him out of out the ordeal. Andrews was out cold as Jake did the cut-throat taunt towards Bedlam as both he and Othniel got into position Con and Bain picked Andrews up and whipped him towards Bedlam who leaped and wrapped his arm around Andrews’ head, locking in a guillotine choke. As Bedlam grapevined Andrews’ body, Othniel picked Andrews legs up and put him in The Foretelling—Arching Duke’s back in an akward manner.
Fecca: ENOUGH ALREADY! YOU’VE MADE YOUR DAMN POINT! WHERE THE HELL IS SECURITY?!
Holding onto the double submission for a few good seconds, Othniel spiked Andrews legs down and Bedlam let go. Jake moved towards Andrews who was on his stomach and kneeled beside him.
Jacob: .. Seems like I slapped that smug look off of your face, huh? When you wake up from dreamland and you come to your senses make sure you apologize—Beat me? You’re crazy.
Throwing the mic down over Andrews’ body—Natural Selection all embraced their victory at hand as they left the ring. Moving up the ramp—Jake carried the crutch with him and turned back towards the ring. Once more, like he did earlier—he held the crutch like he would a rifle—pointed it Andrews and Burden’s way in the ring and cut that sinister smirk he had—before clicking his right index finger—causing the scene to cut out to commercial break.. Natural Selection struck again—hard.

**Commercial Break**


We come into focus backstage in Jonathan Brooks office. The crowd murmurs as we see Georgia James' mother Ginalynn James. She is beginning to unpack things as if she moving in and in walks Mr. Brooks.

Fecca: OH boy this is gonna be good.

Styles: I'm right there with ya partner.

Jonathan Brooks looks towards his desk and sees Ginalynn sitting behind it and adjusting the seat to her own specifications. Flabbergasted he finally speaks up.

Jonathan Brooks: What're you doing Mrs. James? 

Ginalynn smirks...

Ginalynn: I'm your new roomie! Let's just say I'm your new advisor.

Jonathan Brooks chuckles to himself.

Ginalynn: Hey, I have a degree I earned in night school in business management and it looks like you need a partner in handling your business around these parts. 
Jonathan Brooks: Are you serious? 

Ginalynn: As a heart attack! We're partners in crime now.

Jonathan Brooks: You're a great woman Mrs James but please I don't have time for this. 

Ginalynn: Oh, you need me and you need ta keep ya hands off my lil' Gia.

Johnathan Brooks is speechless. He's not winning this woman over or getting her to move.

Jonathan Brooks: Partners? Business partners?

Ginalynn: Yes. Absolutely.

Jonathan Brooks hangs his head and facepalms.

Fecca: Hahaha, and he just wants to get some.

Styles: He's getting some alright it's just not what he expected....

With that we fade to commercial on Ginalynn James rubbing her hands together with a gigantic smile.

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We're back from commercial and Terri LaMin is standing by with Brandon Marks for an interview. He's got his mic and is ready to start things off here. Brandon looks over at Terri an begins.
Marks: Please welcome my guest at this time: Terri LaMin! Terri thanks for joining me here tonight. I was hoping to get some thoughts from you on a few topics.

Terri: Well make it quick candyass, I have things to see an people to destroy

Marks: Well to start Terri I'd like to talk about our next scheduled match. Kim Pain will finally be defending her Revolution championship against Martin Wright, the rookie who has drawn the ire of Javen in recent weeks. What do you think of Kim defending the title tonight? Seeing as how you've been such a critic of her lack of defenses.
The first ever woman who held the fabled W2K championship looks over at Marks like he's ignorant.
Terri: Should I be impressed that she's facing Javen's bitch? Because I'm not. Personally I think that what Kimmy did was ask Javen to help her out. Feed her an easy target so that she can get the no defense monkey off her back. But its not going to work until she faces some true competition for the title.

Marks: Are you suggesting yourself Terri?
She shrugged.
Terri: I am one of the most revolutionary women in this industry. If Kim wants to truly earn the right to hold that title maybe we'll see each other in the ring sometime soon.

Marks: That's a match I'm sure the fans would all love to see Terri. But now I'd like to go back to earlier tonight. Christian Othniel of Natural Selection claimed that Nevrymorr has joined their side. Is this true? Why would he do this to PWT?
All of a sudden Terri snapped around at marks.
Terri: Listen and listen good kid! What my man does is his business and his business only. Make no mistake about it though, I support him in whatever he does. If he wants to play with Natural Selection? That's his business. If he wanted to show Team PW-Dumbasses whata leader really was? His business. You got that?
Brandon had gulped.
Marks: Yes. But Terri how is that you could make it here tonight and yet Nev couldn't if the issue was a travel issue.
Terri looked at Brandon and shook her head. She left out of teh scene leaving Brandon to send things back out to ringside. Out in teh arena and we've got Martin Wright already in the ring. he's in a corner arguing with Javen who is standing outside the ring. 
Sabrina: This next match is scheduled for ONE FALL and is for the PWT Revolution championship! Already in the ring he is the challenger....Martin "Javen's Bitch" Wrrrrright!!!!
At that introduction Wrights hot Javen a glare. Of course though Javen just smirked at Martin. Just then "Raise Hell" by Motorhead hit over the speakers.
Sabrina: And the champion! Ladies and gentlemen please welcome KIM...PAINNN!!!
Out to the ring strutted Kim Pain with her new look but same give a flip attitude. She made her way up the steps and into the ring. Kim took off the title and held it high for teh fans before she handed it over to Mitch Roberts. He held it up again before allowing Sabrina to take it out with her to ringside. The bell rang and we were underway here. Things starting out slow with Kim an Martin circling one another.
Fecca: This match is such an amazing chance for Martin Wright to make a name for hismelf folks. 

Styles: At what cost though Bobbsie? If he wins the title tonight Kim is vowing to leave PWT. You remember what happened the last time a female champion said there here?

Fecca: Marie Dominique lost the Femme Fatale championship to Tani Lyons nad left the company.

Styles: Exactly!
Finally we have the first real move made in the match. Martin shot in looking to lockup with Kim. She ducked and took him by the left wrist though. Kim twisted the arm around and then snapped on it. Martin dropped to a knee but came back up holding his arm. Again though Kim twisted the arm and snapped. He popped up from a knee again and surprised Kim by reversing roles. Wright now twisted Kim's arm and snapped it down.
Fecca: Kim had an early advantage but Wright is fighting back here. 

Styles: Come on Kim!
Martin was looking to maintain his control here. However Kim reached upa nd pulled Martin into a side-headlock. MW fell to the ropes and tried to shove KP off. No go though. She slide down onto her firm bootay. Wright forced his way back to his knees. He got a foot under hima nd started pushing Kim's arms up. The fans were cheering an slowly but surely Martin had Kim's arms from around his head. But she suddenly forced the ehadlock back onto Wright. There's some boos from the crowd.
Fecca: Now folks its Kim Pain fighting to keep control with this side ehadlock. Nice technical match here to start things off. Kim has vowed thats he's going to make Martin submit tonight.
Once again Wright began working on forcing the arms from around his head. Slowly again the fans saw Kim's arms being pushed up. She was fighting, trying to put the headlock back on. But suddenly martin turned to his side, grabbed Kim, and he delivered a side belly to belly suplex! The crowd came alive as Kim hit the mat. But they both flew up where Kim met Martin with a stinging chop.
Crowd: WOOOOOOOO!
Again and again she lit his chest up like a Christmas tree. When she was done Kim had backed Martin into a corner, literally. Roberts is desperate for a clean break in teh corner. KP steps back a couple steps and then just slaps the taste outta Martin Wright's mouth! His eyes shoot wide open and he shoves Kim right down onto her ass!
Styles: Can he do that?

Fecca: I guess if she can slap him like that then he can shove her down to her backside.
Kims hot up like a rocket as Martin came out teh corner. She caught him with a European uppercut from hell! Martin flew back into teh corner an his arms catch on the top rope to keep him from slumping to the mat. The reigning Revolution champion climbs up on the middle rope. She looks out at teh crowd before starting the standard ten-punch combo. The fans count out every shot from One to Ten. KP holds onto the back of Wright's head and jumps up into hurricanrana position. She flips backwards delivering the huricanrana. She hooks the legs for a pin attempt. Only a two-count though. Wright still obviously with fight in him.
Fecca: Hurricanrana.....Into the pin here....No! Only a two count before Wright gets a shoulder up.

Styles: Why? Why would any man kick out of a hurricanran pin by Kim Pain?

Fecca: To stay alive in this match?

Styles: But he was already close to the promised land!
It seems that Eddie's Kim-crush is in full effect tonight during this match. Both Kim an MW made it to their feets. She went to chop his still red chest. However not interested in more stinging Martin caught the wrist of Pain. He pulled her arm behind her in a old fashioned hammerlock. KP tries the tried an true ecsape attempt known as "Elbow to teh face". However Martin wisely leaned back outta reach. KP wasn't foiled though as she bent forward, reached between ehr legs, and took hold of Wright's left ankle. She yanked and he flew to his back. Kim went right into a spinning toe hold. She spun around again. This time though Martin put a foot to her cute lil tushya n shoved Kim off. He raced up and went for a clothesline. Ducked by KP and she jumps on Martin's back wrapping on a sleeper. 
Fecca: Wow. It really looks like Kim is serious about making Martin submit this week. However you have to give Wright credit for the toughness he's been showing.

Styles: I think its more just trying to avoid having to wears a shirt officially proclaiming himself Javen's bitch.
The sleeper is beginning to take its effect as Martin flailed around trying to get free of the hold. The more he flailed though the more energy he exerted. Martinw entd own to a knee and reached for the ropes. However he fell onto his side with Kim locked on like a bulldog. Roberts checked his right arm an it fell twice. On the third time though Martin held teh arm. He started shaking like he was Hogan gettin to his knees. Wright pushed to his feet an reached back an snapmared Kim over onto the mat! Before she could react Martin had her wists pullin back on her arms with his kneebetween her shoulder blades!
Fecca: Wright! He's returning the favor of attempted submission here! Will the Revolution championess submit here?

Styles: Never Bobbsie! Kim's been in alot worse situations. 
After being asked by the ref if she wants to give up Kim fights her way to her feet. She turns things around on Martin. KP behind him, lets his arms goa nd then hits Carlito's "Backstabber" on Wright! She makes a pin and gets a two before she gets up shaking her head no. Kim gets up an goes to grab Martin. He surrpises her with his small package....pin. Nearly a three but not quite folks! Quickly to their feet an Kim threw a spinning heel kick that put Martin back down.
Fecca: This determination to make Martin Wrights ubmit almost cost Kim her career on that instance.

Styles: Thank god this isn't a game of horseshoes though .
Martin got to his feet and immediately KP grabbed his left arm and pulled him down to the mat. She locked her legs around his arm and was fighting to get his head locked with her arms. She finally gets the crossface locked in.
Styles: Bobbsie here comes a painfilled ending for Wri-WHAT?!
Somehow the young rook managed to roll into a pinning situation. Gets just a two before Kim released the lock an kicked out. They get up and Kim gets Martin onto her shoulders and nails the deadly "Painkiller" which is the Go-To-Sleep that CM Punk uses. However Martin land son his feet and falls back against the ropes. As he falls forward, springing off, he's caught again in the "Painfilled Ending" which is the crossface. 
Fecca: I don't think there's anywhere for Martin to go this time.
Kim has her crossface locke din tight now. Martin is to his credit fighting it. BUt eventually he has to tap out. The bell rings and Sabrina announces the winner:
Sabrina: Here is your winner....And STILL the PWT Revolution champion! KIM....PAINNNN!!!
Finally Kim releases the crossface. She rolls to her feet and takes the title back from the ref. KP holding it high and pointing to herself. There's a mixture of both boos an cheers for Kim as she leaves the irng, nodding to Javen. 
Fecca: Oh great...

Styles: A deal's a deal Bobby...
Javen slid into the ring with the shirt proclaiming that Martin Wright is "Javen's Bitch". He waited for Martin to get up and then hit the "Javen Effect" reverse twist of fate. With Wright down an out Javen puts the shirt on him as best as possible. He gets up and kicks Martin in the ribs. The fans are booing like crazy.
Fecca: How disgusting. Folks lets go backstage and see about getting an update on Tani Lyons.
We switch to a shot inside the trainer's room backstage. Tani lyons is sittin up on a table rubbing her neck. Scott Addams is right beside her holding an ice-pack on the back of her neck. The rest of Team PWT is in the room as well. One of the medical staff speaks up.
Medical Staff Dude: She should be ok Scott, just needs to take it easy for about a week.

Scott: Thanks doc.
The guy nodded and left. As he did Phoenix Winterborn entered the room.
Phoenix: Oh my god guys is Tani ok?!
Seeing Winterborn and hearing his voice enrages Addams.
Scott: You low down son of a bitch! How DARE you come in here right now!

Phoenix: Whoa whoa whoa! Scott, dude, I didn't do anything to Tani it was...

Scott: Damn right you didn't do anything! You were too busy being an asshole to be helping us watchout for one another! Trying to be the lone hero out there waitin on Natural Selection to jump you. You damned fool! We've been watching at the back doors all night just to be sure you didn't get mauled! And because of that we were late gettin out there to save Tani!

Tani: Scott I'm...

Scott: No! Ya know what screw you Winterborn! Why don't you just get outta here Phoenix! Go back there in the parking lot and wait for the beating that Natural Selection has instore for you!
With those words said Scott turned back around to Tani. He held her close to him and glared at Winterborn. Phoenix slumped his shoulders and turned around. He left the trainer's room and we faded out to comercial.
**Comercial Break**
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Re：PWT Saturday Night Shockwave - September 4th, 2010

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Shooting back from commerical break- we open outside where Phoenix Winterborn is scene. Noticing the chair he was utilizing was gone, he winded up and was ready to strike with the pipe but out of no-where Tony Rich sprinted with the chair trying to take Winterborn's head off. Somehow sensing it- Winterborn ducked and of the way and managed to take Rich down with a shot with the pipe to his gut. Doubling him over- Winterborn looked to gain and advantage when MJ Storm hit the scene and took the fight to Winterborn. The lack of commentary was done on part of PWT's attempt to give this a realistic effect as possible. Winterborn was taking a bad beat down; that's when sprinting through the door came jetting Christian Michaels, MJ saw CM coming and managed to duck beneath the oncoming attack, but he ended up drilling Tony Rich. Winterborn managed to get to his feet now as MJ helped Rich up when they got the oppurtunity and split as CM and Winterborn stood tall- watching as Rich and MJ ditched the scene- causing the scene to cut to the front, now ring-side. Tank, Lyle and Addams was already in the ring- they looked to be on-point.- Now all remained was Damien Collins and Matlock's arrival.
Fecca: Main-event time with some SERIOUS repurcussions on the line?
Styles: One of these teams are going to move onto Shockwave next week where one man will be decided the 'captain' of PWT..
"Born with Nothing, Die With Everything" blasted through the PA System- as will the most effective entrance in the PWT- Out stepped Matt Matlock. Looking rugged as usual with his grungy beard and missing teeth- Matlock made his way down to the ring to the delight of the crowd, people took Matlock in a while different light now.
Sabrina: .. From Cape Breton Island, Nova Scotia.. Caaaaaaannnnnnnaddddddaaaaaaaaaa.. Weighing in at two-hundred seventy pounds.. Thhhhheeeeeeee Cooooornnnnnnnneeeeeereddddddddd Aaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnimmmmmalllllllllllll.. MMMMMMMAAAAAATTTTTTTTTT MAAAAAAAATTTTLLLLLLOOOOOOOCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK !
Hitting the ring in strides, Matlock looked determined. He was the first coined as 'leader' of Team PWT and now he had the oppurtunity to be the elected through winning the match. Matlock entered the ring and looked on at the opposing team, he was ready for war and he was going to go down swinging if needed.
Fecca: Matlock is in- You know who's left!
Matlock stared across the ring- that's when "NJ Legion Iced Tea" hy A Day to Remember sounded. Fans popped like crazy and hopped to their feet as without little wait stepped the PWT Champion- Damien Collins.
Styles: LISTEN TO THE OVATION FOR THE PWT CHAMPION!

Sabrina: .. And lastly.. From Salt Lake City, Uuuuuuuuuuuutttttahhhhhhhhhhhhh.. Weighing in at two-hundred sixty two pounds.. Thhhhheeeeeeee PWT Chhhhhaaammmmmmmppppppiiiiiioooooooonnnnnnnnn.. DDDDDDDDDDDDDDAAAAAAAMMMMMMMIIIIENNNNNNNNNNNNNN CCCCOOOOOLLLLLLLLIIIIINNNNNSSSSSS!

Stepping forward baring that million dollar smile- Damien headed the ramp, slapping hands with fans- just well, being himself. As he reached ringside, he climbed the stairs and got into the ring. Pulling himself onto the second turnbuckle he struck a pose for the people as camera flashes went like crazy.
Fecca: Damien Collins and Matlock will be taking on Tank and The New Revolution here on their own tonight. As you may have seen during the week, Winterborn refused to take place in this match due to not wanting to create anymore of a wedge for Team PWT. Is that the right decision? Maybe.. Maybe not, but it leaves his team with a disadvantage!
Styles: Winterborn is selfish, it's all his fault with what those damn wolves did to Tani Lyons earlier!
Addams seemed to be the one starting the match for his team as Matlock insisted to start for his team. Everyone stepped onto the ring apron accordlingly as Jim Richards called for the bell- the fans popped.. the main event was upon us. Both men circled- it wasn't long for the more aggressive Matlock to shoot in- looking for a single leg takedown. Addams was the quicker of the two and managed to side-step it and follow it with a quick boot to the head. It seemed to have nipped Matlock though as it didn't phase him, that Canadian was hard-headed-- literally. Matlock was like a rabid wolverine- pardon the pun- and didn't let up. Finally taking Addams down with a Fireman's Carry.. Matlock locked Addams in a headlock and arched up- trying to tire Addams.
Fecca: I don't think wrestling with Matlock is a good idea- Scott's strength is his speed and agility. Getting into a wrestling convention with Matlock is just asking for trouble.

Scott managed to bridge his body- whilst in the headlock which seemed to be an effective counter. Matlock broke the hold as he quickly dropped an elbow on Addams' gut, taking him back down. Matlock picked Addams up and sent him into the corner- following closely behind Matlock exploded off a hard clothesline. Addams stumbled forward as Matlock fired off a crazy-hard chop that nearly ripped the flesh off of Addams' chest- causing the fans to 'WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!'

Styles: WOW, WHAT A CHOP!

Addams was reslient, but he wasn't going to slow Matlock's momentum. Addams bounced back up after that stiff chop but went straight back down after another. Finally catching the hint- Addams rolled out of the ring to take a breather- Matlock held his arms in the air and taunted towards the crowd.. Addams looked into the ring with an arched brow- down one man for their team, Matlock was on fire and The New Revolution and Tank would need to find a way to slow him down

Fecca: We have to take one more commerical break for the evening ladies and gentlemen- The main-event will continue when we come back! Don't go away folks!

**COMMERICAL BREAK**

Returning back to the match up- Matlock had tagged out to Damien Collins who was going at it with Tank. Despite being the bigger of the two men- DC's experience came into effect as DC was rocking the house. Shot after was shot was taken before he finally had Tank up against the ropes. Whipping him forward- Tank came off the ropes and Damien dropped to the ground- Tank hopped over him. Tank hit the ropes and on the rebound checked Damien with a shoulderblock- causing DC to hit the deck. Picking DC up, Tank had did enough to stagger The Real Deal as he kept the pressure up. Sending DC into the ropes, DC hit it strong and when he came back, Tank plucked him off of the mat like a feather and planted him with a hard powerslam. Bouncing to his feet and standing over DC's fallen body- the crowd "o00o0o0o0o'd" at Tank's power.

Fecca: WOW WHAT POWER BY TANK!

Styles: Indeed that's impressive! You see the way he hit the mat and just bounced up?!

Tank did the smart thing and picked DC up- threw him into his corner and tagged in Zarek Lyle, who went off on the attack.

Styles: The New Revolution and Tank are working as an amazing team here. I'm surprised.

Fecca: They know what's on the line, they won't risk it with egos.

Zarek let DC stagger out of the corner after a few hard shots- when he stepped forward- Zarek threw a mid-kick that DC surprisingly caught. Out of no-where though Zarek's leg whipped and knocked DC upside the head, a beautiful Enzuguri! DC fell to the mat, Zarek didn't let it up. Picking DC up, he whipped DC into the ropes, but the woozy Damien Collins reversed it- Zarek hit the ropes- oblivious to DC, Scott made the tag. DC went to throw a clothesline but Zarek ducked beneath it and popped it behind him- put both of his knees against DC's back and pulled him backwards, nailing a backstabber-

Fecca: LOOK AT ADDAMS ON THE TOP ROPE!

Right as Zarek landed- Scott soared off of the top, hitting a Shooting Star Legdrop.

Styles: TEAM WORK PAYS OFF!

Scott made the pin as the fans went absolutely crazy.

One..

Tw- KICKOUT!

Fecca: TWO COUNT!

DC's shoulder popped off of the mat, it wasn't over yet. Matlock was beginning to show concern from the ring apron, he knew that he had to get in the ring.. But he needed to tag. Stomping his feet, trying to get momentum going for him and Damien Collins, Addams was keeping Collins down, he wasn't going to let him up- it wasn't going to happen, Holding Collins down with a chin-lock, raking and pulling backwards, Matlock's momentum boost seemed to be working a bit, as DC was showing signs of life. It started with how his hands moved- followed by his arms.. then of course, his legs, Addams tried to keep Collins down but within a matter of minutes Collins was up to the delight of the fans. Hitting DC in the gut with a few elbows, that lead to DC throwing Addams into the ropes. Addams bounced off of it and probably out of desperation DC lifted himself off of the mat with beautiful elevation and managed to pull off a hard-hitting dropkick that geounded Collins.

Fecca: THE PWT CHAMP STRUCK!

Styles: Now he needs to make a tag!

Collins looked towards Matlock as the fans was behind him whole-heartedly. Cheering and changing for Collins to make a tag, he edged over towards Matlock.. Inch by inch- the fans roared louder as he closed in, Matlock held his left hand out calling for the tag- reaching his body as much as humanly possible.. DC managed to get up to a knee now..

Fecca: THERE! THERE, DC IS IN TAGGING RANGE! HE CAN GET MATLOCK IN HERE!

Styles: LET'S SEE WHAT YOU GOT, CHAMP!

Launching forward- DC looked to tag Matlock in..

Styles: NO!

Popping into the ring was Tank- And he grabbed hold of Collins' leg RIGHT as he was about an inch- maybe two away from tagging Matlock in, the fans were distraught.

Fecca: TANK CUT THE PIN OFF!

Richards got in Tank's face as Tank let go of DC's leg.. While Richards was distracted, Collins managed to inch his way over and the crowd exploded when Matlock was tagged in.

Fecca: MATLOCK IS IN! MATLOCK IS IN!

Looking to hit Addams with everything he had- but Tank pulled a page out of Georgia's book and quickly got out of the ring, allowing Richards to see Matlock with a head full of a steam. But before Richards could cut Matlock off- Matlock nearly took Addams' head off with a solid lariat that put him down.. The crowd roared again as Matlock went for a waist-lock when Addams popped up. Hoisting Addams off of his feet- Matlock drove Addams into the ground with a let go German Suplex.

Styles: THIS CANUCK IS ON FIRE!

About to whap Addams with another lariat- Richards stepped in and broke everything up.

Fecca: Wh- What the hell is senior official Jim Richards doing here?! Let'em go Jim, let'em go!

Styles: It looks like Richards is saying Matlock isn't the legal man and Collins is! Richards isn't awarding DC's tag!

The crowd boo'd as Matlock attempted to protest the call- but Richards had the final say. Threatening to disqualify Matlock if he didn't get out of the ring- Matlock cussed- loudly before he hit the ring apron and DC was commanded to get back into the ring. Although looking a bit more rested, it was obvious that DC was still recovering from the shots he taken from Tank and The New Revolution- he wasn't back at a hundred percent or even close to it. DC managed to pick Addams up, but Addams cut it short with a right to the mid-section- Addams reached over and tagged Tank back in. The six foot seven manimal got into the ring and basically man-handled Collins with a bear-hug- throwing him across the ring. DC hit the ring hard and tried to roll towards Matlock but Tank cut it off with a kick to the ribs- that slowed Collins' movements real quick.

Fecca: Tank and The New Revolution are working as a well oiled machine cutting the ring off. If Collins can't make a tag to Matlock, this match is essentially over.

Styles: You gotta give them credit, they're all on the same page. Matlock and Collins? They might of had strategy but being one man short is important as we get into crunch time.. Where we're at now. This is all Winterborn's fault- if he was here, maybe things would of been different..

Fecca: Winterborn or not- Tank and The New Revolution seem to have a flawless plan and they're executing it well!

Styles: STUPID WINTERBORN!

Rushing to the corner where DC managed to pull himself up in- Tank missed a HUGE splash that would of definiely took DC out of the picture- three hundred and ten pounds landing on you from any elevation is a sure fire way to call it a night. Tank hit the top turnbuckle and bounced backwards, holding his face in pain as with everything he had left- DC jumped towards Matlock and made a tag- THE ROOF BLEW OFF THE ARENA!

Fecca: YES!

Matlock looked like he was going to kill someone as he got into the ring and sprinted towards Tank- ducking beneath a clothesline attempt and dropped Tank on the back of his head with a release German Suplex. The fans popped- but then Lyle hopped into the ring, looking for clothesline- Matlock once more ducked beneath it and dropped him on HIS head with a release German Suplex. Addams tried to be successful but he too fell victim to a release German Suplex as the fans went nuts- chants of "MATLOCK" broke out in the arena as he didn't let it phase him- he was going to stay focused, he needed to being one man short of a team. Tank got to his feet as Matlock rushed him and knocked him into the corner. Firing off knife-edged chop after chop before whipping him out of the corner, Tank hit the opposite end as Matlock drove him down with a knee to stomach- and then a running bulldog. The fans were again on fire- Matlock kept going- before as he hit the ropes- Lyle did the smart thing and tripped him- killing the momentum. As Matlock stumbled forward- Addams came across the ring with a crescent kick and took him down.

Fecca: Momentum killed!

Matlock was slowed- he was about to get up- but Addams kept him down with a legdrop to the back of the head. Seemingly, the tag went out the window as Lyle and Addams doubled Matlock- a double hiptoss followed by a double clothesline. Dropping Matlock now, Tank darted across the ring and knocked Collins off of the apron- Lyle was taken out by Matlock off of a low-blow- but Addams managed to get away from it. Matlock was tough as hell, but when he tried to lift Addams up for the Matlock-Go-Round- Addams managed to throw his weight down backwards and landed on his feet. As Matlock turned around, Addams kicked him in his gut and lifted Matlock's leg. Pulling him up and dropping him on his head- that was it.

Fecca: ADDAMS EFFECT!

Addams now made the pin..

One..

Fecca: OVER?!

Two..

Styles: ..?!

THREE!

Fecca: THEY TOOK IT!

As Addams' music hit- Team PWT all stood in the middle of the ring.. Shaking hands. Yes- Collins.. Tank.. Addams.. Lyle.. and Matlock, stood united shaking hands, putting this past them as the crowd popped like crazy,

Fecca: Now this- This is a sight I've been waiting to see since Natural Selection arrived.. Team PWT together!

Styles: Uni-

"Changes" by Godsmack replaced Addams' theme as out from behind the curtain stepped Natural Selection in their entirety. Jake.. Bain.. Con.. Bedlam.. Othniel and Rich- missing was Mikah, but that was understandable.

Fecca: . What a way to ruin a great moment.

Natural Selection paused at the top of the ramp for a second before continuing down. They were out for blood.. they were looking for a war. As they were mid-way through, Brooks' theme kicked in over the PA System now as NS stopped and turned around. Brooks made his way through the curtain with a smile and shrugged as the theme cut.

Brooks: PWT Megaverse.. I promised that I would introduce the owner of the fifth contract.. and well, he's in the back at this very moment. I know this will be a surprise to everyone- Including you Jake, so listen close. Without further adu- Let me introduce, proudly introduce to you..

"War Pigs" slammed over the PA System as Jake's eyes went wide. The fans ROARED as surely enough stepping through the curtain.. to the surprise of Fecca and Styles too was..

Fecca: MEGASTAR MITCHELL!? HE'S HERE?! HE'S SIGNED?!

Megastar Mitchell stood at the top of the ramp as Jake looked on- surely shocked as Shockwave faded.. to black.