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[ As the warning about unathorized receipt of this pay per view event fades away, we begin to hear a slight mummur. Then suddenly its the "Peoples Court" theme music. The scene coming to life inside of a courtroom. Sitting behind the bench, judge robes, is PWT owner Becca Wipwreck. She holds her gavel in her hand as the balief, Jonathan Brooks, stands infront of her bench to the right. The video goes on to have everyone's matchs brung up as a case and then Becca renders her verdict as the stipulation for that match. Then we open the in the Fed-Ex Foruma nd are welcomed to the event. Fecca an Styles run down the card taking us to the opening bout. The cameras pan over to the ring where we see a table set up in the middle with some white linen cloth covering it. On top there are six pies with whipped cream on top, three on each side. In the middle are cups of water and at the very end of the table where Ken Mitchell is standing, there are two stop buttons. And to add to the setting on the turnbuckles are four pies as well.

Ken Mitchell: Ladies and Gentlemen, now is time for the Pie Eating Contest!

A lot of cheers are heard but boos are mixed in as well coming from fans who would rather see them going at it in a real match.

The lights in the arena dim as a misty fills up the stage area, silver and turquoise lights begin to flash around the arena as "Trucker Anthem" by Kid Rock begins, already a minute or so into the song as we begin to pick up the guitar riffs. The two torches on both sides of the ramp light up as Seifer appears from the back to a huge ovation. He’s dressed in a pair of jeans and a white Hawaiian shirt and has the Tag Team Championship slung over his left shoulder as he makes his way down to the ring and enters. He taunts on the turnbuckles for a moment or two before finally getting in the ring and awaiting Georgia

A voice is heard.. "Bow down before The Glorified Goddess." With that smoke rises as "Downfall" by Trust Company breaks out and the crowd raises as Georgia James struts to the ring holding up the A hand gesture and the Femme Fatale Championship wrapped snugly around her waist. She walks from one side of the stage and to the other before heading down the ramp. Georgia stops at the base of the rampway and looks around the arena as the fans root her on. She shrugs with a cocky smile as she walks up the ring steps and struts tight roping the apron with a Ric Flair like strut before climbing through the ropes. She stands off to the side of the table in the ring and takes a bow before leaning against the ropes casual with her arms spread out on the opposite side of Seifer.

Ken Mitchell: Alright, now let me explain the rules. The object is simple; finish the three pies in three…

But Kenny M is cut off as Georgia grabs the microphone from him.

Georgia James: Before you go announcing the rules Kenny boy you should make mention that these pies aren’t just any ordinary pies, oh no siree! These key lime pies were baked fresh by yours truly, your one and only Reigning Goddess and are going to rock your world Seif that not even the Seifmadness will be able to finish quicker than The Glorified Goddess.

She flashes that cocky grin and hands the microphone back to Ken. He lifts it up to his mouth but now it’s Seifer who rips it from his hands.

Seifer: You must have done a little research Gee seeing as I’m not the biggest fan of Key Lime pies, but that’s alright because the last time I went on a time trial against you was at Hardcore Hell and then Shockwave 25 in which I beat Amazin’ nearly three minutes sooner than you did.

Seifer smirks now and tosses the mic back to Ken and finally he’s about to speak… nope. Georgia takes it.

Georgia James: Keep talkin’ Seif, you just think about what happened the very next week.

She winks and tosses the mic to Ken as Seifer leans back up against the ropes and shakes his head while tapping it. Implying that she wasn’t going to distract Seifer that easily.

Ken Mitchell: Well it’s about damn time I can get on…

But he is stopped due to the stares of both Seifer and Georgia and he swallows quickly and begins fidgeting knowing that he could get the crap beaten out of him in a moment’s notice.

Ken Mitchell: What I meant to say was uh… the rules! Okay if you’ll notice up on the PWTron we have a timer.

The cameras switch over there to see Seifer and 0:00 under him and on the other side Georgia and 0:00 under her.

Ken Mitchell: As soon as I say go, you two begin eating the pies, whoever finishes eating the pies first is the winner. You’ve got a three minute time limit. Georgia, are you ready?

She smirks and rubs her neck, stepping up to the first pie.

Ken Mitchell: Seifer, are you ready?

Before he even answers the fans break into a huge chant.

"EAT GEE’S PIE! EAT GEE’S PIE! EAT GEE’S PIE!"

Georgia just rolls her eyes as Seifer glances back to the crowd and laughs before shaking his head and putting on a serious expression as he nods and steps forward to the table.

Ken Mitchell: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnddd GO!!!!

The clock starts and they’re off. Both remove the pies from the tin and begin chowing down on the pie. Whip cream is covering their faces as the fans are on their feet stomping and cheering, giving them the ol’ double cheer of "LET’S GO SEIFER! LET’S GO GEORGIA!"

Seifer finishes the first pie first and tosses the tin over his shoulder as he grabs the second one and begins to bite as he glances over and notices Georgia is about to finish hers but not even paying attention to him, after about a second bite of the second pie he takes it and smashes it into Ken’s face, covering it in whipped cream as Seifer flashes an Eddie Guerrero like smirk when he’s cheating and tosses the nearly uneaten second pie behind him and out on the outside as the drops the tin and grabs the third one.

Fecca: He’s cheating!

Styles: So?!

Fecca: He can’t cheat in a Pie Eating Contest!!!

Styles: Seifer can do what he wants!

Georgia’s already on her second pie and hasn’t noticed anything as Seifer begins to eat the third pie. Ken is still wiping whipped cream from his eyes as Seifer slings the third pie over to his right and it ends up colliding right in Bob Fecca’s face as he lets out a scream!

Fecca: AHH CHEATER!!!

Styles: Like the late great Eddie Guerrero used to say, "If you’re not cheating, you’re not trying!" He’s trying very hard.

Seifer drops the tin and Kenny M has finally cleared his face and notices Seifer hitting the button as the clocks stop and Ken calls for the bell. Georgia looks up only about midway through her second pie flabbergasted that it was over.

Styles: He won!

Fecca: He cheated Eddie!

Ken Mitchell: Seifer wins in record time of 52 seconds!

Georgia slams her pie down and looks over at Ken, questioning the whipped cream on his face. He shrugs and points to Seifer who smirks and then Ken turns around as he hears Fecca yelling. He looks and notices the pie on the ground on the outside. Ken’s eyes go wide as he shoots his head back to Seifer. Georgia is laughing cause she knows what happened as Seifer’s begins to shake his head, holding out his hand and making some sort of explanation.

Seifer: The wind blew it out man! Seriously!

Ken Mitchell: I don’t believe you, there’s a pie on this side too.

Seifer: I’M BEING SERIOUS OKAY KAY?! IT’S LIKE A HURRICANE EVERYTIME I STEP IN THE RING!

Ken Mitchell: That’s it!

Is about all Ken gets out before Seifer jabs Ken in the face which causes him to fall back into the ropes. Seifer reaches and grabs one of the pies in the top right turnbuckle as he grins, he looks over at Georgia who picks up on the plan and grabs one of the pies on the bottom left turnbuckle. Ken looks at both of them as they near him and WHAM! Double pie to the face!!!

Fecca: NO!!!

Styles: Haha, now he’s pie faced too!

As Georgia smirks Seifer takes a pie from the bottom right turnbuckle and throws it at Georgia, the pie smacking her in the face covering her in whipped cream. She’s shocked as she wipes her eyes and immediately goes for the pie on the table but Seifer too is able to grab it and so the struggle begins! The pie ends up flipping up towards Seifer as Gee backs way out in the corner and grabs the final pie and then runs and jumps over the table, tackling Seifer to the ground as she slams the pie in his face.

Styles: TOUCHDOWN!

Fecca: That’s next week! So who won?

Styles: I think it was thrown out or something, who cares?!?!

The crowd is going berserk getting into this as the two of them wrestle, trying to smash whipped cream into the other’s face. Finally it’s Georgia who ends up on top as she’s got Seifer’s arms pinned behind him; then again neither is trying really hard to keep the other down.

Styles: This is kinda hot...

And to add to the hawtness, Georgia leans down and licks the side of Seifer’s face which causes even more cheers from the crowd as Styles nearly falls out of his chair. She gets up licks her lips nodding and then smirking as she begins to head to the front of the ring as Seifer rises to his feet as well, a curious little expression on her face as she winks out towards the crowd and heads up the ramp as "Downfall" echoes around the arena.

Styles: Wow, is it hot in here or is it just me? I think we need some more water out here!

Fecca: I’s pretty warm. I think I can’t believe my eyes.

Styles: Well you DO have whipped cream in them.

Fecca: Get him Kenny!

As Georgia was leaving Ken turns Seifer around, yelling in his face not too pleased. Seifer isn’t about to take that as he kicks him in the gut and lifts him up for a crucifix powerbomb only he tosses him out across and sends him through the table in the boarder toss.

Fecca: He just got HURR1CAN3D!!

"Trucker Anthem" hits as Seifer lifts his hands and he too begins to head to the back.

Fecca: Man, that was crazy. I think the wrestling world is probably in shock.

Styles: I’m in shock too and curious as to what’s REALLY going on between them!

Fecca: I dunno partner but we’ll just have to keep watching to find out.

We fade to another video package. ]

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Re:PWT Presents 'Final Verdict II' (January 2007)

Date Posted:02/15/2009 6:24 PMCopy HTML

[ As the ringside area, as well as the ring, is being cleaned up after that wild pie-eating contest, we focus on Fecca an Styles.

Fecca: Well I have to admit that I've never seen anything quite like that on pay per view before Eddie.

Styles: I did once before.

Fecca: Really?

Styles: Yeah, only it was two chicks and on the Spice channel.

[ Fecca rolls his eyes.

Fecca: I shouldn't be surprised you'd make a comment like that.

Styles: What can I say? I'm a creature of habit Bob.

Fecca: Well be that as it may, its time for our next match. Its going to be the "Hockey Rink" match between Morganna Black and The Goon. This is going to be The Goon's return match for the Backyard title which Morganna won at Holiday Havok.

Styles: Women as champions other than the Femme Fatale champion......What sillyness.

Fecca: Haven't you learned enough yet about downing women?

Styles: Nah.

Fecca: Figures. Anyways folks, lets take you to the Mid-South Coliseum here in Memphis. There we've had a hockey rink set-up for this match.

[ Attention is drawn to the TITANtron as it flickers to life. The scene being shown is that of the hockey rink set-up in the Mid South Coliseum. Already in the rink we see The Goon standing at center ice. He's got his hockey stick in hand and chatting with the ref. But that suddenly stops as they hear the hooting of an owl. Goon instinctively brings his hockey stick up to protect himself.

Styles: How many of those damned things does he have to kill?

[ The hooting of the owl soon stops and Goon notices Morganna at the other end of the rink. The ref carefully moves to Morganna and takes the Backyard championship. He holds it up for everyone watchin on ppv and in the Forum to see. The ref then signals to begin the match. And once he does Goon takes off toward Morganna. He's so experienced and at home on the ice that he's having no problem skating without skates. And as he gets closer an closer, Morganna finally steps onto the ice. But she seems to have come up with a plan. She's wearing cleats! Not to mention that Morganna has a hockey stick of her own!

Styles: That's cheating! She can't be wearing cleats!

Fecca: The match description said no skates. It didn't say anything about cleats Eddie.

[ Goon tries to come to a stop but he can't. Instead he slides into a clothesline from Morganna's hockey stick. And as he hits the ice, Goon reaches back to hold his head. He has no time to recover though. Morganna pulls him up and shoves him into the wall. Goon's face sliding down the glass part as he slumps back down. Morganna clomping over to Goon an pulling him up again. She shoves him back-first into the wall this time. Morganna putting a forearm to his throat and then slamming her other into the side of his face.

Fecca: A bit surprisingly folks, Morganna is dominating Goon right now in his match-type.

[ His face has turned pretty red and is well on its way to purple. Goon desperately looks to get free and punches Morganna hard in the kidney. She grunts and lurches over to protect that kidney on instinct. Goon see's his chance and gives her a boot to the gut. Morganna is now doubled over and Goon takes advantage. He pulls the back of Morganna's shirt over her face and just starts giving her rapid uppercut shots to the face! Then he finally gives her one more powerful one that puts the defending champion on her back on the ice. Goon then scampers over to his dropped stick from earlier. He comes back as Morganna is getting up and pool shots her in the stomach with it. Once again Morganna is doubled over holding her stomach. Goon though takes up position to her right an raises his stick in the air. He then slams it down across her back!

Styles: Now things are seeming right Bobby boy.

[ Now Goon stands straddled over Morganna's back. Each time Morganna tries to get up she gets a shot from the hockey stick over her shoulders. Finally after three straight times, Morganna flips onto her back and raises a cleated foot.......right between Goon's legs! Needless to say his stick is dropped again and he falls to his back on the ice. He's holding his jewels as Morganna takes a moment to recover. Once she has, she gets up and brings Goon up too. Morganna then nails a beautiful vertical suplex, slamming Goon's back onto that hard ice.

Fecca: That ice is about as forgiving as these concrete floors here in the Fex-Ex Forum folks. And even though Morganna was the agressor on that exchange, she too suffers the effects of it.

[ Morganna gets back to her feet as Goon gets to his hands and knees. She comes in and knees him hard in the side of the face. The force knocks Goon to a face down position and he slides across the ice a lil bit. Morganna follows after him, grabbing the back of his shirt an pants and sending Goon sliding down the ice. Right towards the net too!

Styles: Ahh! Goon you gotta stop! Change direction! Break the laws of phsyics! SOMETHING!

[ Its not gonna happen though. Goon slams shoulder first into the metal part of the net, knocking it back against the wall. Morganna clomps her way down there, hits her finisher, and makes a pin. The ref gets down on the ice an counts. ONE.........TWO...........THREE!!!!

Sabrina: Here is your winner and still the Backyard Champion.........MORGANNA BLAAAAAAAAACK!!!!

[ As Morganna is reawarded her title, her owl flies down and pecks at Goon. Meanwhile we fade into a video setting up the next match.

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Re:PWT Presents 'Final Verdict II' (January 2007)

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"Bow down before The Glorified Goddess" is heard as cutting right to "Downfall" by Trust Company as through a billowing cloud of smoke walks The Glorified Goddess herself Georgia James with the Femme Fatal Championship in hand. She walks out with a ear to ear grin dressed not for a match but for a fight with red taped hands, a Reigning Goddess, Inc. T-shirt, and blue jeans. She walks out and raises the championship belt up in the air holding it with both hands mid-way down the ramp as the crowd roars their approval of the championess as she turns from right to left before continuing down the ramp way. She is suspiciously without her mentor and agent Paul Heyman who always accompanies her to ringside and when she stops at the foot of the ramp turning to her right to talk strategy she shrugs her shoulders turning to nothing but air and goes to high five some of the fans at ringside. Georgia walks up the ring steps and crawls through the middle ropes and drops the championship down kneels before it and bows to it. The crowd pops as flashbulbs explode all around the arena as she stands up and walks across the ring climbs the middle buckle raising the belt high in the air followed closely with the A-Town Hand Gesture. She holds the pose for the photo-op and then hops down and turns tossing the belt to referee Jim Richards as she casually leans back ala Shawn Michaels.

Fecca: There she is the Champion just moments away from PWT’s first ever Last Woman’s Standing match for the Femme Fatal Championship. If I was a betting man I would put my money on the champion making history here tonight being the first to ever win such a contest.

Styles:
You took the words right out of my mouth and Summer Stratus doesn’t stand a chance going by the ‘odds’ but that’s why they make them to defy them when need be.

Fecca:
You going against your goddess? That’s unheard of.

Styles:
No I’m just giving her the benefit of the doubt I want Georgia to completely annihilate her inside of the ring tonight.

Fecca:
Well you won’t have to wait any longer because here comes Summer and she has a look of determination in her eyes as she stares down the champion.

"Hot in Herre" by Nelly rings out as Summer walks out to the ring with an ice cold death stare directed at Georgia as she yawns back at Summer. The crowd boos her more then they cheer as Georgia cocks an eye brow as Summer walks down the aisle completely ignoring the fans keeping her focus on the ring and her opponent she walks up the ring steps and climbs into the ring. Georgia steps forward as Summer walks towards center ring and before she can taunt the crowd or do anything Georgia hits her with a wicked haymaker that knocks her on her ass.

Fecca: A hard right hand by the Champion and they’re getting it on partner. No posing or posturing here it’s go time.

Styles: Get her Georgia. Make her pay for her sins against Thee Reigning Goddess.

Georgia calls for Summer to get up and she complies only to receive another haymaker and then a big clothesline as she was forced back against the ropes to the outside of the ring. Georgia then springboards herself through the air with a planca launching herself into the air and Georgia wipes out Summer driving her down under the pressure of her own body weight falling on top of the challenger. The crowd is in a frenzy and on their feet as Georgia stands up and grabs a bottle of water from a fan as Summer pulls herself back up in a daze stumbling around and right when she turns around to face Georgia she is met with a face full of H20 to the face as Georgia spews it into her face. Summer rubs her face and Georgia nails her with a picture perfect standing dropkick right to the face knocking her down.

Fecca: A beautiful standing dropkick from Georgia takes down the challenger and she’s under the ring looking for weapons to hurt Summer with.

Styles: Yeah now the fun begins she’s just toying with Summer.

Fecca: This thing could end before it even gets started the way that Georgia is going at her cutting her off at the pass and just dominating. The intensity is high and Georgia’s got a kendo stick in hand and this means bad, bad news for Summer Stratus. Oh god she nailed her right in the kidneys with a wicked shot with the Kendo Stick.

Styles: BULLSEYE!!!

Georgia twirls the stick in a circular motion and bounces around as she double hands it and slams it right down on small of the back and the kidney area once again. Georgia backs up and calls for her to stand up as she takes a stance like she’s swinging a baseball bat even tapping the floor at ringside and as Summer stands up she wags the Kendo Stick back and forth and swings right as Summer stands up and she cracks her right across the throat with all of her might. The crowd goes nuts as the goddess herself drops the stick and puts a hand over her eyes looking on like she’s hit a home run.

Styles: IT’S DEEP, IT’S FAR, IT’S OUTTA HERE! HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOME RUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN!

Fecca:
Georgia has just leveled the challenger with a shot that was heard throughout the area and believe me that could be just what the doctor ordered because Summer is down clutching her throat coughing. The Referee is starting the ten count as she is on her back.

Styles: Say goodnight Summer!

Fecca: Goodnight Summer!

ONE…

TWO…

THREE…

FOUR…


FIVE….


SIX….

SEVEN….


Summer rolls to her stomach and gets to her hands and knees as Georgia looks on shocked at the seven count and she backs up shaking her head.

Fecca: I can not believe it and neither can Georgia Summer is up after seven after receiving one of the most wicked shots to the throat I’ve ever seen delivered from one wrestler to another with a Kendo stick.

Styles: She still has some fight left in her no doubt and this begs the question what’s Georgia going to have to do to put her away?

Fecca: I don’t know but it is going to have to be big.

Georgia reaches for the Kendo sticks but Summer pulls it away before she can grasp it as she clutches her throat with her off hand while Georgia advances Summer shoot her in the mid-section with a swift elbow backing her up. Summer grasps the Kendo stick with her left hand and as Georgia advances towards her she swings it up at her cracking her on top of the head staggering Georgia. Summer pulls herself up after crowning Georgia and proceeds to nail her in the Mid-section with the Kendo Stick and then Crown her once again taking her down to the mat. She continues to wail on Georgia with vicious shoots repeatedly one after another with the Kendo Stick. Georgia falls back against the ring apron and Summer charges at her and nails her with a spear after stepping forward and this forces Miss James to fall down face first and motionless on the canvas as Summer now demands that the ten count be made.

ONE…

TWO…

THREE…

FOUR…

FIVE…

SIX…

Georgia begins to stir…

SEVEN…

Georgia is still stirring.

EIGHT….

Georgia pulls her herself up by the ring apron only to be met with a Shoulder to the small of the back and Georgia is then dropped on her head with a back suplex and she flops to her stomach as Summer reaches under the ring and rummages for things to inflict a great deal of pain on the champion. Georgia begins to crawl as she pulls herself up by the guardrail at ringside and Summer pulls out a trash can, fire extinguisher, tool box, lead pipe, steel chair, and a table. She throws them all into the ring and then slides the table in under the bottom rope as Georgia turns around and looks at her.

Fecca: This could get violent very, very violent quickly.

Styles: Oh this is going to get good.

Georgia climbs into the ring behind Summer with the trash can Lid as Summer turns around and gets it bashed over her head viciously as Georgia taunts her getting in her face. Miss James swings the Trashcan lid again and smashes it into the skull forcing Summer to be planted on her ass the second time around as Georgia looks at the Table and sets it up in the far right corner as she grabs Summer by the head locking her into a arm trapping cravate. The crowd wonders what she is down jerking her around in the submission hold as she pulls Summer closer to the table and she falls back and hoists her into the air with a Cravate Suplex sending Summer crashing through the table in a heap. The crowd goes nuts as Georgia looks down at Summer who is wrapped up in mangled metal and shards of broken wood.

Fecca: Was that a Cravate Suplex?

Styles: Yeah a Cravate Suplex through a table.

Fecca:
What the hell was that? She’s pulling out all the stops to win it.

Styles:
She’s the goddess and she’s got some tricks up her sleeve.

Fecca:
Summer’s out like a light. This could be all she wrote.


ONE…

TWO…

THREE…

FOUR…

FIVE…

SIX…

SEVEN….

 


Summer shows some life but barely enough to stop the count.

EIGHT…

Much of the same…

NINE….


Summer rolls grabs the ropes and rolling over trying to pull herself up and Georgia stays on her pulling her out of the wreckage and slamming her down with a modified Powerbomb back first on the canvas. Georgia picks up the steel chair and sets it upright and she then climbs out of the ring grabbing another steel chair and sliding into the ring. There is something evil in her eyes as Summer staggers around finally pulling herself up as Georgia gets back into the ring and she doesn’t hesitate to slam the cold steel of the chair into the back of Summer. She then sets the chairs up back to back and she waits on Summer to comeback to her and when she does Georgia drops her down onto the chairs with a flapjack that sends the crowd into a frenzy. Summer bounces off like a basketball. The crowd roars as the referee is forced to make yet another attempt at a ten count.

Fecca:
Unbelievable a Flapjack on the steel chairs.

Styles: That’s an innovative way at attacking your opponent.

ONE….

TWO…

THREE…

FOUR….


Out of nowhere Lucky Falcon runs out sprinting to the ring as Summer is not moving at all.

FIVE….


SIX…..


SEVEN…


Lucky slides into the ring.

EIGHT…

Lucky picks up Summer and rests her on the chair that is sitting upright after impact of the devastating move breaking the count. Georgia sees this and her eyes narrow as she grits her teeth. The crowd boos as Georgia runs at Lucky who ducks out of the ring and Georgia gives chase running around the ring after here.

Fecca: Lucky Falcon just stopped the ten count and that could have been all Georgia needed to get the victory.

Styles:
I know… It could have but she’s giving chase.


Georgia runs back into the ring after Lucky but she is met with a powerslam as Summer scoops up the championess out of nowhere. On impact Georgia grits her teeth and holds her back looking on as Summer looks at the set up chair and pulls Georgia up by the air and then places her in between her legs and attempts a piledriver on the chair connecting completely breaking the seat off it’s hinges. Georgia lays out flat as she falls over face first upon impact as everyone gasps in horror as Summer senses that this could be it.

ONE….

TWO….

THREE….

FOUR…..

FIVE……


Fecca: We could have a new champion right here partner if Georgia can not answer the ten count.

Styles: Come on Gee get up.

SIX……

SEVEN…..

EIGHT…..

NINE……

Georgia pushes herself up only to receive a vicious elbow drop from Summer Stratus and Georgia grabs a hold of her back in pain as Lucky cheers Hope on from the outside of the ring. Summer sees the lead pipe and walks over to it and picks it up as Georgia gets to a knee and she sees the champion trying to pull herself up and get it together and she runs at her and drills her dead between the eyes with the end of the pipe. Georgia down holds her face as Summer takes the pipe and smashes her right in between her eyes with as much blunt forces as she can muster flattening the champion who begins to bleed after a series of rapid fire punches delivered by Summer who opens her up. Georgia is a bleeding from the bridge of her nose after the punches right to the area one after another. It looks dire for her at best as Summer in control picks her up and then snaps her down with a suplex that forces Georgia to roll around the ring only to be stalked and kicked around repeatedly. Summer then gets a bright idea and tells Lucky to get the tables.

Fecca: Lucky Falcon is setting up tables inside of the ring and this does not bode well for Thee Reigning Goddess partner. She’s down and out and busted open this could be the end.

Styles: What the hell is Summer doing with that can of lighter fluid and a blow torch?

Fecca: I’ve got a back feeling about this. A really bad feeling about this.

Summer smirks as she Instructs Lucky to set the tables up side by side and she begins to pour the lighter fluid all over the tables emptying the cans on both of the tables and then she kicks up the blow torch and the white hot flames ignite and soon enough the tables are engulfed in orange flames as smoke billows from the tables as Summer backs up with a very twisted look on her face. She slides into the ring and Georgia meets her with a series of rights and lefts and whips her off the ropes and drills her with roundhouse kick as Summer bounces back to her. She then picks up the good steel chair and swings it and crowns Summer with it and she then goes for Millenium Suplex as she locks in the crossface chicken wing which leads to her trademark suplex as he pulls up Summer to hoist her in the air Lucky blindsides the champ. The crowd roars their disapproval with boos and jeers from all over the Fed Ex Forum as Lucky begins to stomp away at Georgia kicking her viciously. She then picks Georgia and drives her down with a Reverse DDT that just wipes up the Champion and there is Summer who tells Lucky to pick her up as the grab her and lift her up posing for the crowd as the walk her to the ropes by the entrance where the flaming tables are burning.

Styles:
Stop them dammit. Someone stop them from hurting my GODDESS. They’re going to burn her alive. Summer Stratus is going to kill Georgia.

Fecca: Someone stop this. This is going to go from ugly to gruesome in 2.3 seconds here if someone doesn’t come and put a stop to this.


Styles: Finally something we can agree on.


The crowd erupts in cheers as through the crowd is Seifer running to the ring as Summer and Hope posture lifting up Georgia as the go for the double Gourdbuster through the flaming tables holding her in the air stalling. Seifer slides into the ring and stands behind the ladies shaking his head no as he taps them on the shoulder and they let go of the champ as she slinks down to the canvas. Seifer then drills Lucky with a BLOOD SPILLER to a massive pop from the fans who roar their approval chanting in unison.

"SEIFER!"

"SEIFER!"

"SEIFER!"

Fecca: BLOOD SPILLER TO LUCKY FALCON! SEIFER IS SAVING THE DAY! SEIFER IS SAVING THE DAY!

Styles: I can not believe my eyes. Seifer is laying waste to Lucky Heat.


Fecca: God bless you Seifer Jacobs.

Georgia crawls on her hands and knees as Summer stalks her not being able to do anything about Lucky taking the superkick from The Immortal One. Georgia rolls out of the ring and Summer turns around to see Seifer who looks at her as Georgia reaches under the ring and pulls out a Barbwire Baseball bat. She staggers a bit and demands that Seifer take the fire extinguisher and put out the flaming tables and he complies helping his former adversary and current allie it would seem as she crawls into the ring. Georgia rolls back into the ring and is grabbed by Summer who picks her up and goes for a Russian Legsweep to stem the tide but Georgia Blocks it by grabbing the near by ropes. Summer hits the canvas and Georgia grabs the baseball bat and sizes up Summer as she comes back up and slams it into her face swinging it like she’s going for another home run and she waffles her right inbetween the eyes. Blood begins to frickle down the face of Summer as Seifer looks on cheering on Georgia at ringside. Struts around the ring as she feels it and picks up the garbage can as Summer comes back to a vertical base standing up and she swings wildly smashing her upside the head with it. She then sees Summer hanging on by a thread with the ropes and she smashes the garbage can over her crimson masked head repeatedly in a rage four consecutive times in a row. Then Georgia backs up and grabs the barbwire baseball bat and runs at her and drills her with the barrel knocking her clean out of the ring. She hits the mats at ringside with a thud in a lifeless heap as Georgia drops down to her knees nodding her head as referee Jim Richards who begins the team count. Georgia counts along with everyone in the stands with her hands as this seems to be it.


ONE….

TWO….

THREE….

FOUR….

FIVE…..

SIX…..

 


SEVEN….

EIGHT…..

NINE…..

TEN……



Ding, ding, ding….


Sabrina: HERE IS YOUR WINNER AND STILL PWT FEMME FATAL CHAMPIONESS THEE REIGNING GODDESS GEORGIA JAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!


The crowd erupts in cheers as Georgia raises all ten fingers high in the air with a grin as blood trickles down her nose and she wipes it off. She is handed her championship belt and she kisses it with a smile as she stands up as "Downfall" by Trust Company blares through the arena nearly drowned out by the cheers and chants for Georgia and Seifer. Georgia calls him into the ring and shockingly she embraces him in a hug wrapping her arms around him after jumping into his arms taking Seif off guard as she holds her title belt high in the air messing up his hair with free hand as he holds her up for several seconds.

Styles: What’s this? Georgia giving Seifer a hug… This just gets stranger and stranger every minute.

Fecca: All I know is that Seifer made certain this would be a fairly contested match and that indeed Georgia wouldn’t be burned literally.

Styles:
Ain’t that the truth. Seifmania saves the day and everyone goes home happy as Thee Goddess still rules and reigns baby.

Fecca: Long live Thee Reigning Goddess!

Styles: HERE, HERE!

Georgia keeps her embrace of Seifer as she holds the title up high and then he lets go putting her down and applauding her as she takes a bow and then turns to the crowd blowing them a kiss after putting her hand on her heart telling them they "steal her heart" with a ear to ear grin. She rolls out of the ring after doing alittle shoulder lean dance and walks up the ramp behind Seifer who is already halfway up it looking on. As on this night Georgia made good on her promise to right the wrong of last years Final Verdict and maintain her reign as Femme Fatal. She points around the ring and shoots the deuces as she finally makes it up the ramp and ducks behind the curtain as we cut away after seeing Thee Reigning Goddess Triumphant on this night in Graceland.

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Re:PWT Presents 'Final Verdict II' (January 2007)

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[ The scene opens up with Preston Scott Floyd's manager Alicia, walking down the backstage hallway during the live event. She looked like she had something on her mind as she continued to walk down the hallway. She noticed a locker room with the words "Adam Smith" on the front door. She walks over towards the door and she bites her lip. She sighs. Wondering if she should go in or not. She begins to knock on the door lightly. She is still unsure if she should go in or not. The door swings open and we see Adam Smith stepping out of his room and into the hallway. He was probably shocked to see her standing there and he was probably curious about how she was knocking on his door. Alicia looks at him and sighs. She kinda looked like it was hard for her to talk to him. Adam looked kinda confused but a little bit curious. He tried not to make things awkward.

[Adam]: "Alicia?"

[ She nods. She moves closer towards him and gently touches his shoulder.

[Alicia]: "I know about the situation between you and Matlock, are you ok?"

[ Adam sighs

[Alicia]: "No Adam, don't talk, it's ok, I know what your going through. I couldn't believe what I saw in that video tape. Never in a million years would I have thought something like that would ever happen. You guys have been together for so long. You probably feel like you don't even have a friend around here. But it's ok Adam, you can talk to me about anything, you can trust me."

[ Adam nodded. She pulls her closer towards him as she stroked her fingers through his hair and her body was just inches away from his as she continues to talk to him.

[Alicia]: "I don't regret the things that happen within my life, since things happen for a reason and I don't regret the history that I have with you......and Christine."

[ Adam nods

[Alicia]: "Adam, after the Final Verdict show, maybe we can go somewhere and talk.......I'm here for you."

[Adam]: "I'll be sure to find you after the show."

[Alicia]: ".......Ok."

[ Alicia pulls him in close and gently kisses his forehead as she turns around and begins to walk away as she leaves the hallway. Meanwhile Adam heads toward the guerilla position.

TECHINICAL DIFFICULTIES KEEP US FROM SHOWING THE ADAM SMITH VS CHRISTINE MATCH

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Re:PWT Presents 'Final Verdict II' (January 2007)

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[ His theme song begins to play. "California Love" By Tupac Featuring Dr. Dre hits the PA System. All of the stage lights remain the same while some of them starts to flicker on and off. His theme song begins to play louder and he comes from behind the curtain with a very cocky and arrogant attitude. He has a eric bischoff type grin upon his face as he walks down the entrance way and jumps over the ropes to get inside the ring. He steps on top of the middle rope and raises his left hand in the air while trash talkin some of the fans that may boo him. He finally steps inside the ring with a smirk upon his face as he raises his hands up and looks at the fans as if to say "How can you not enjoy looking at this?".

[ The arena lights suddenly just shut off consuming the arena into complete darkness. The sudden engulfing of a massive bright spotlight shines down onto the entry area, the fans try looking through it but it is far too bright to see through it with the naked eye. Suddenly, the public address sound system comes on playing ''Burning Bright'' by Shinedown just as the stage is still engulfed in the massive light. After a few seconds, the spotlight begins fading away and the arena lights return to life as there stands Drew Stevenson with his hands on his hips just looking out nodding as these fans cheer him, he just begins walking down the aisle sporting his usual attire which consists of dark green Chute Boxe style shorts, dark green kneepads, boots and his hands taped up in dark green tape as well. He begins walkng down the aisle until he gets down to the ring, he quickly rolls into the ring from under the bottom rope immediately getting back to his feet just pacing the ring simply awaiting for the bell to ring thus getting this match underway.

Sabrina- This match is scheduled for one fall... And it is for the PWT People's Championship. Introducing first, he is the current PWT People's Champion, Jason Caine.

[ The camera views Caine, he just has that highly arrogant shit eating type grin etched onto his face as the fans boo him quite heavily. We then go back to the lovely Sabrina.

Sabrina- And the challenger... He is the former People's Champion and he is... ''The Emerald'' Drew Stevenson.

[ The fans begin going nuts, they start an arena deafening ''Steve-n-son'' chant as Drew stands there just stepping side to side but remaining in place. His intense glare shining through as Sabrina exits the ring. Senior referee Jim Richards holds up the People's Championship belt before giving it to a stagehand and signaling for the bell...

Ding, ding, ding...

[ The match is underway, we see Drew get in his fighting stance scouting Caine not making any sudden moves. Caine begins getting in closer and closer, he immediately goes to tie-up with Drew but Drew sidesteps out of the way connecting with a huge knee to Jason's gut folding him over. Drew then grabs him hitting a textbook belly to belly suplex before hooking the leg, Jim Richards makes the count.

One...

Two...

[ Not yet, Jason kicks out as everybody knew this match was not over this fast.

Styles- What was Drew even thinking?

Fecca- It was a smart move Styles, he knows that it takes stamina out of a guy to have to kick out.

[ Drew quickly locks on a front-facelock, he has Jason pretty much face down eating canvas as he squeezes hard. Jason begins reaching up and hitting Drew in the sides, he keeps hitting until Drew releases the hold. Jason then grabs Drew's feet tripping him, he quickly gets to his feet then implanting his boot into Drew's ribs causing him to hold them riving in a great deal of pain. Jason just smirks, he raises his hands into the air taunting the fans as they begin booing him heavily.

Styles- Pfft... These fans are booing greatness, they boo Jason because they are jealous of him.

Fecca- Oh please.. He called them nobodies in the week pretty much.

[ Drew stumbles to his feet, Caine hits the opposite ropes and then comes back hitting a beautifully placed running DDT driving Drew back down to the canvas. Jason non-chalantly covers Drew.

One...

Two...

[ Just before the three, Drew presses his shoulder off of the mat as Caine just gives off a smirk not worried at all. He gets up then bends down lifting Drew up to his knees, he smirks then spits right into Drew's face showing a complete lack of respect for him.

Fecca- How disrespectful!

Styles- Quit your whining Fecca..

Fecca- Whatever...

[ Caine grabs Drew up, he goes for a scoop slam but Drew slides out landing on his feet behind Jason. Drew wraps his arms around Caine's waist then lifts him up hitting a huge and much needed German Suplex, he keeps his grip on tight then brings him back up hitting another German Suplex, then he tries for a third but Caine hits a huge back elbow right into Drew's temple. Drew stumbles back holding his temple area as Caine charges in for a chlothesline but Drew ducks under it, Caine turns around as Drew out of nowhere leaps out grabbing Jason's head onto his shoulder, he drives him face first into the canvas with his trademark move Greatness.

Fecca- GREATNESS... DREW JUST HIT GREATNESS.

[ Drew hooks the leg...

One...

Two...

THR....

[ NO! Jason gets the shoulder up, the fans letting out sudden gasps as they can't believe it. Drew sits up taking a breather, he then gets to his feet heading to Jason's legs, he bends down looking to sinch in The Career Killer but as he gets ahold of Caine's legs, Caine kicks Drew off into the referee knocking him out. Drew turns to check on the ref as Caine being the opportunist that he is sneaks in behind Drew hitting a lowblow dropping Drew hard.

Fecca- DAMN IT!

Styles- Can't you be un-biased for at least one Drew Stevenson match?

Fecca- Yes but not when he could be screwed here.

[ Suddenly Jason rolls out of the ring, he walks over to the timekeeper area grabbing away his People's title and immediately sliding back into the ring with it, by this time, Drew is getting back up to his feet. He stumbles around to get nailed right in the forehead with it and leveled hard, he lies there unconscious.

Fecca- DAMN IT, JUST DAMNIT.

Styles- Whan an opportunist that Caine is.

[ Suddenly we see the blood beginning to pour from Drew's left eye, he lays there barely moving if at all as Caine grabs the ref by the shirt carrying him over there and pinning Drew just smiling very arrogantly.

One...

Fecca- This is crap.

Two...

Fecca- DAMNIT, NOT THIS WAY, KICK OUT DREW.

[ THRE.... DREW GETS THE SHOULDER UP.

Fecca- YES... YES... DREW IS STILL ALIVE.

Styles- We're not biased!

[ Jason can't believe it, his eyes are huge in disbelief as the ref is just holding up two fingers. Jason is furious, he bends down grabbing the bloody Drew up to his feet and lifts him up onto his shoulder as if going for a huge shoulderbreaker. He charges forward but Drew squeezes out landing on his feet again, he shoves Caine from behind into the turnbuckle, Jason hits it chest first bouncing backwards as Drew out of nowhere stuffs his head under Jason's arm hitting the Final Conflict. The fans are cheering as Drew crawls over there covering Jason, his face covered in the crimson mask.

One...

Two...

Three...

Fecca- DREW DID IT... DREW DID IT... THE ROCKY BALBOA OF PWT HAS STARTED OVER AND WON THE PEOPLE'S CHAMPIONSHIP FOR A SECOND TIME.

[ The bell sounds as Drew sits up, the blood running down his face and into his eyes as ''Burning Bright'' by Shinedown can be heard playing. Drew just sits there as Jim hands him the belt, Drew gets to his knees as he cradles the PWT People's Championship belt next to his chest, he then raises it up as his blood begins dripping onto the gold faceplating. His eyes just staring at the faceplating ashe isonce again the PWT People's Champion. The fans all are on their feet, they are screaming, some crying at the truly hard work that it took for Drew to achieve this goal.

Sabrina- The winner of the match and the NEW PWT PEOPLE'S CHAMPION, ''THE EMERALD'' DRREEWWW SSTTEEVVEENNSSOONN.

[ Drew just stares at the belt, everybody still cheering for him.

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Re:PWT Presents 'Final Verdict II' (January 2007)

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[ After the Peoples championship match has been decided with Drew Stevenson winning, we fade to the backstage area of the Forum. There we see Memphis' own "Southern Heartthrob" Christian Michaels with his wife. The crowd popping loudly for tehir hometown hero. Rhya is looking a bit worried as he tries to comfort her.

Rhya: Its not right Chris! How the hell is she going to let Mann talk her into banning everyone from ringside. Especially since we know that Wall$treet is sitting out there in the front row. He's still screwing her so security won't stop him from getting involved....

 

CM: I know where you're coming from Rhya. But I didn't become the King of PWT, The God of Wrestling, or the last W2K champion by letting details like these get to me. I just went out to that ring and did my thing. And my thing is kicking asses an taking down the names when I feel like it. Sean Frost Mann is going to learn that in just a couple minutes.

 

Rhya: Just be careful Chris. This match is anything goes, so there's no telling what they'll try.

 

[ Christian gives Rhya a quick kiss and then pulls her into a hug.

CM: But then again there's no telling what I'll do out there either.

 

[ Our scene then switches to outside a locker room. Sean Frost Mann is seen taping up his wrists. He looks around as the building is almost literally shaking with all the jeers he's getting. And then Becca Wipwreck steps into the scene.

Becca: You ready Sean? Ready to embarrass that backwater redneck in front of his own people?

 

SFM: Do you even need to ask Becca? Michaels wants to say that I've gotten too old? That I can't go like I used to. Well he's about to have his ass KICKED by this old man.

 

[ Mann tears the tape off the roll an tosses it behind him. Becca is smirking to herself as Sean heads off toward the entrance way. In the meantime we switch once again. This time we're back at ringside.

Fecca: Folks we are just moment away from Sean Frost Mann versus Memphis' own Christian Michaels! This match is one that was already personal, but toward the end of the week it got even more personal. Lets take a look back at what brung this match about....

 

[ The tron flickers to life as a video begins. It recaps Becca looking like she's getting close to Javen and then Akmed an SFM getting involved. We're then taken back to DangerZone where Javen fought Akmed for the right to spend a week with Becca. However with himself as special enforcer, SFM spilled Akmed an Javen to the outside an won the match himself. Which leads us to Becca reffing SFM versus Javen at Holiday Havok. And the shocking turn of events as Becca turns on Javen and helps Sean win the match! But that wasn't good enough, SFM wanted to really injure Javey. Thank goodness then that Javen's brother Christian had a change in heart. CM made the save for his brother. Of course that takes us through the last few weeks, all leading up to the next match.....

CHRISTIAN MICHAELS VERSUS SEAN FROST MANN

ANYTHING GOES

NEXT!

[ The tron flickers back to a blank screen....

========================

[ The fans are anticipating the arrival.......They know that *he* is about to be introduced........

Sabrina: Ladies and gentlemen it is now time for our "Anything Goes" match....

[ They pop loudly.

Sabrina: The only rules of this match are that you can only win by pinfall or submission....

Fecca: Well folks Sabrina is failing to mention that earlier tonight Becca banned all managers from ringside during the match.

Styles: Our boss lady just wants ta make sure that this match isn't ruined by outside interference.

Fecca: Then why did she not do something about Wall$treet?

Styles: What should she do? He's just here as a fan watching tonight's show.

Fecca: My ass! You know as well as I the history between Wally and CM. And knowing that you want me to believe that Wally won't be getting involved at all?

Styles: Wall$treet has handled Michaels twice before. And the most recent time was last month. Wally doesn't need to get involved with this match. There's no reason for him to dirty his hands with Michaels when it serves no purpose.

[ As the back an forth between Fecca and Styles transpired, Sabrina finished informing the fans about this match. She then lowers her mic and looks toward the entrance way. In unison so to do ALL the fans. Once again they're all waiting. And then the opening cords of "Kryptonite" hit and the roof is damn near blown off the building!

Sabrina: Memphis! Please help me welcome YOUR Southern Heartthrob.........YOUR King of PWT.........YOUR God of Wrestling..........CHRISTIANNNNNNNNNNNNNN MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICHAELS!!!!!

[ The song kicks into high gear setting off six columns of pyros on the stage! PWT's tron now alive in the background with Michaels' video. And just when you think these fans are as loud as they can get, the columns of pyro slowly begin to die down. They slowly die down until the fans see their hometown hero standing in a Chris Jericho-like pose. CM's back to the crowd with his arms outstretched. He begins to motion with his arms for the crowd to up the volume and they answer accordingly. Three Doors Down hit song now being drowned out by the crowd. Then finally Michaels turns toward the crowd and begins playing to them as a hometown hero should.

Fecca: My lord what a reaction for Memphis' own Christian Michaels!

Styles: Twat did you say? I cunt hear you.

Fecca: Did you just say twa...

[ Fecca is cut off as CM throws his right hand in the air, giving the V3 gesture sending three more columns of pyros shooting behind him. The fans seem to somehow get even louder in response. CM then making his way down the ramp, slapping hands with fans on one side and then the other. At the bottom of the ramp he heads to his right, going around ringside slapping hands with all the fans except for Wall$treet. He makes his way all the way around ringside and then climbs in the ring. "Kryptonite" finally fading as Michaels stands on the middle rope.

Fecca: This Memphis crowd has absolutely come unglued for their hometown hero, Christian Michaels!

[ Then "Remedy" by Seether hits and the fans cheers turn to boos for Sean Frost Mann. And then he appears on the ramp with a kendo stick in hand, pointing toward the ring and Michaels. CM invites SFM on down with his wepaon. Of course the invite only needs to be extended once. SFM begins to make his way to the ring as Sabrina introduces him.

Sabrina: And now on his way to the ring, SEAN......FROST......MANN!!!

[ As ole SFM is making his way to the ring, CM slides out in front of the announce table an lifts up the ring skirt. He's digging around under there as SFM gets in the ring on the opposite side. SFM stalking across towards Michaels, that is until CM stands up. Cause when he does he's holding the "Crown of Thorns" kendo made famous by the likes of Nic E Dangerously. SFM throws on the brakes and backs up a couple steps. CM slides under the bottom rope with a smirk on his face. He tells SFM to come on with it. After thinking about it for a moment, SFM finally comes in swinging his kendo. But the swing is ducked by Michaels. SFM whirls around and takes a shot to the gut from the CoT, its barbed wire piercing the skin of Mann's abs. He doubles over in pain, holding his abdomen with one hand an his kendo in the other. Christian though refuses to let up as he takes the CoT and whaps SFM across his back!

Fecca: Michaels again connecting with a shot from that Crown of Thorns kendo that originated in Wrestling Two Thousand. It was the preferred weapon of Vigilante who was said to have been a clone of Nic E Dangerously. But he wasn't the only one to use it. In the past the Crown has been used by Dangerously himself and of course Michaels.

Styles: Well why does he have to use it here?! This is inhumane!

Fecca: Its anything goes!

[ Mann hits his knees from the shot to his back. The cameras getting a good shot of small pieces of flesh coming off Mann's back as CM pulls the CoT away. SFM lets go of his kendo and uses the ropes in front of him ta pull himself up. Sean turns just slightlya nd he's caughta cross the side of the face with another shot from the CoT. This one sends SFM through the top an middle ropes to the outside. The Memphis fans cheering Michaels on as he hops out himself. CM standing before SFM and raising the CoT high above his head. He takes too long to swing though. SFM sends an uppercut type shot to the ole nads. CM's eyes nearly bulge out of his head as he drops the CoT and gabs his injured jewels.

Styles: Heh. Bob that is how you neutralize a weapon like the Crown of Thorns.

Fecca: Yeah somehow it doesn't surprise me that Mann's only answer was a low blow.

Styles: Oh get over it Fecca! If this was a normal match I could understand your complaining, but this match isn't under normal rules. Moves like that? They are perfectly legal tonight.

[ No matter how much Fecca hates to admit it, he knows that Styles is right. And now SFM has the CoT as CM leans against the barricade for support. Sean raises the barbedwire wrapped kendo and comes at Michaels. Christian puts his back to the barricade, uses his arms to hold him up, and then kicks SFM in the gut when he gets in close enough. SFM stumbles away but comes back again. A second time CM buries his guts to the mid-section. Now a third attempt by SFM and a third kick to the gut. This time though he drops the CoT

Fecca: Michaels managing to advoid feeling the wrath of his own weapon there.

[ SFM turns back to face Michaels and he's met with a right hand shot that staggers him. Then a second! CM lands a third and SFM drops down to his ass. He starts scooting back and begging off in classic Ric Flair fashion. Its no use though, Michaels refuses to back off. But it looks like SFM had a solution anyways. He leans forward, grabbing the front of Michaels pants, and then falls back. The suddeness of this catch CM offguard and he's yanked shoulder-first into the ringpost! He slumps down holding his shoulder as SFM quickly gets back up with a smile on his face. Taking a handful of hair and a handful of pants, SFM looks like he's going to run CM forward an toss him over the barricade. But just before he's going to toss CM over, SFM changes direction and ends up running CM back into the ringpost! Michaels left shoulder colliding once again with the unforgiving steel. Once again CM drops down to a knee, holding that hurting shoulder. SFM goes over to ringside an high-fives Wall$treet.

Fecca: Oh come on now! Save that crap for after the match if you win.

Styles: You mean *when* he wins.

[ Ready to get back to work on Michaels now, SFM grabs the back of CM's pants. He pulls Michaels back into a forearm shot to the spine which sends him stumbling shoulder first back into the ringpost. Again and again SFM repeats this process. He finally leaves CM slumped against the ringpost and heads for the time keeper's table. There he shoves the time keeper out of his chair and takes it. SFM slams it shut and the fans boo him at ringside. He threatens to knock some heads in the front row but of course doesn't. Meanwhile CM still seems to be recovering from those collisions of his shoulder an the ringpost.

Fecca: Don't do what I think you're going to do Sean! You'll dislocate the man's shoulder or worse!

Styles: Michaels has earned this one with that nursing home promo.

Fecca: Oh you an Sean are just too uptight.

[ Speaking of Mann, he's now standing behind Michaels with that chair. He takes aim and swings......and connects only with the ringpost! Michaels throws himself to the right advoiding the contact. He crawls over to the steps and gets up using them. SFM drops the chair from the jarring his hands took from hitting the ringpost. He decides not to pick it back up, opting instead to just charge at Michaels. CM ducks his shoulder and backdrops Mann over the steps! SFM hitting the thin padding on the other side and sitting up in pain. He holds his lower back and starts to get up. Sean looks up and takes a double axehandle from off the top of the steps. SFM turns and stumbles over to the announce table after the double axehandle. CM takes a handful of SFM's hair and bounces Mann's face off the anounce table several times. After about a tenth time, Michaels leaves SFM bent over the announce table.

Fecca: Michaels now looking under the ring, leaving Sean Frost Mann almost in our laps here at ringside....

Styles: Wake up Sean! Wake up!

[ Christian pulls a table from underneath the ring and the fans go wild. He nods and begins to set it up. Once the table is set-up, CM goes and yanks SFM off the announce table. He positions the opponent on the table face-up and fires some shots to SFM's face. CM then looks back under the ring and finds himself a ladder. This really makes the crowd come alive. CM nods and begins to climb up the ladder.

Fecca: Michaels taking a chance here...

[ At the top of the ladder CM calls for his leg drop and looks around the Forum for the crowd's approval. But as he looks in $treet's direction, the former acting CEO gets to his feet and says something toward Michaels. Christian starts yelling something back, not realizing that SFM has gotten off the table. Mann now climbing up the ladder. CM feels the extra weight on the ladder an turns his attention back to SFM. The two men begin to slug it out at the top of the ladder. But a thumb to the eye gives SFM the advantage. An advantage that is quickly utilized. He hooks CM upa nd vertical suplexes Michaels from the top of the ladder back through the table! And that table explodes into millions of splinters as Michaels an Mann slam through it!

Crowd: Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit!

Fecca: MY GOD! Mann just suplexed himself and Michaels through that damn table!

Styles: Ouch.

[ Both men are convulsing on the floor. The ref hops out of the ring and looks to check on both men. Neither man wants to call the match off though. And they somehow slowly start pulling themselves up. CM rolling into the ring and trying to recover more. He's soon followed by SFM. They both get to their feet and begin to exchange right hands. SFM seems to be getting the better of the situation. But suddenly Michaels delivers a kick to the gut, hooks Mann up, and NAILS a "Just Like That" twist of fate!

Fecca: Michaels with the "Just Like That"! But it appears he's still feeling the effects of that suplex off the ladder.

[ Fecca's right folks. SFM and CM are once again both down. But these Memphis fans come alive trying to will Michaels up.

Styles: Oh like thats gonna work....

[ Suddenly the Southern Heartthrob begins to show signs of life. He somehow slowly crawls over and pushes SFM to his back. CM this drops an arm across Mann's chest and the ref goes down to make the count. ONE..............TWO................THREEE!!!!! The crowd comes alive blowing the roof off the arena as "Kryptonite" hits over the speakers.

Sabrina: Ladies and gentlemen here is your winner, CHRISTIANNNNNN MIIIIII....

[ "Kryptonite" abruptly shuts off and is replaced by "Keys to the City" by Lil Kim. The fans immediately turn their cheers to jeers as Becca Wipwreck steps out onto the stage. And she also has a mic in hand.

Becca: Hold on just a minute before you finish that Sabrina. You see I was watching this match backstage and I have to say........That I'm very disappointed Christian. I seem to recall you claiming that you were going to spill buckets and buckets of Sean's blood. However here you are, the match is over, and you've not spilt really any of Sean's blood.

[ At this point CM is up and leaning against the ropes.

Becca: That makes this match falsely advertised. We can't have that Chris, cause people could end up wanting their money back. So what I'm going to do is strike this match from the record books. It officially never happened!

[ The fans chant "slut" at Becca and she rolls her eyes.

Becca: You all wish.

[ SFM leaves the ring with a smirk on his face. Michaels meanwhile shakes his head. Then he suddenly pops and fires a superkick right to the ref's face! The fans once again cheer as Becca glares at Michaels. He though is point at SFM and inviting him back for some more. However the scene fades to a video for the next match.

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Re:PWT Presents 'Final Verdict II' (January 2007)

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[ The cameras pan to the side of the stage where the pool of chocolate pudding is set up. The pudding is only a foot or so deep as a referee stands by it awaiting the two competitors.

Fecca: Well this ought to be interesting Eddie, a Chocolate Pudding match that DOESN’T involve two ladies.

Styles: Yeah, it’ll be interesting all right, from what happened earlier in the Pie Eating Contest to this? Seifer’s one lucky guy. Though I’d much rather see Angelique vs Amethyst Jane II this time in pudding. That’d actually give their Jell-O match about the only competition for Match of the Year!

Fecca: Well nonetheless this all came about when Seifer apparently said a few things that set Angel off. We were told that it had to do with her not doing anything in her career and so Angel decided that she would prove that she still has it. The Chocolate Pudding stipulation was added as a way to throw Seifer off his game. Tonight, we’ll see if that happens or not.

The arena goes black as silver lights begin to fly through the air and Movin' On by Good Charlotte begins to blast through the arena; a fog begins to grow upward from the floor. As the mist meets the lights Angel emerges onto the stage, an angelic look on her face as she makes her way down the ramp way, and over to the side where the pudding pool was. She rolls her eyes at some fans hollering for her in the bikini as she steps into the pudding that comes up to her calf.

"Trucker Anthem" by Kid Rock follows it up as Seifer makes his way out onto the stage for the second time tonight. Though this time, he’s a bit more focused as it’s a wrestling match. He walks down the ramp and then hops over and begins making his way towards the pudding. Shaking his head Seifer finally steps in and sloshes around in it before turning to Angelique.

Fecca: Looks like we’re ready!

The referee explains the rules, only pinfalls and submissions, and they must take place inside the pool filled with pudding. Ding ding ding.

The two competitors circle each other for a moment, sizing up the other and planning opening strategies. Around the same time they go to lock up, but Angelique wisely ducks under and grabs Seifer around the waist, she musters and attempts to bring him to the ground but he’s able to power out of his waist lock and spin around, bringing them face to face again.

Fecca: Angelique giving up a good eight or so inches and over a hundred pounds so she’s making sure not to engage in a battle of strength and instead use her quickness to her advantage.

Styles: Seifer’s pretty agile as well.

This time they do lock up, and as expected Seifer begins to power her down, bringing her arms down while still holding onto them, finally he has them below her chest leaving nothing in the way from Angel leaning forward and head butting Seifer right in the neck. Seifer quickly lets go and grabs onto his neck as he looks back at Angel with a confused look on his face.

Fecca: That was unorthodox.

Styles: But it caught him off guard Bobby.

Angelique wastes no time in charging at Seifer and throwing a couple rights his way, she lands a couple but then Seifer blocks the third and goes for one of his own. To which Angel ducks under and grabs the back of his head, bringing them both down in a neck breaker as their backs collide right into the pudding and sending it splashing everywhere.

Fecca: THEY’VE BEEN PUDDINGIZED!

Styles: How long did it take you to come up with that one?

Fecca: All night.

Fecca replies sheepishly as Angel is the first to her feet, sending a couple chocolate filled kicks to Seifer’s sternum. He grabs her ankle but she brings down her hand and nails Seifer in the side of the head causing him to let go as he begins to rise to his feet, his entire back covered in pudding. As he gets up Angelique wastes no time in taking out his knee, bringing him back down to one knee as she grabs his neck and when he tries to get up she uses that and brings Seifer up into a suplex and hooks a leg as the referee jumps down into the pudding.

ONE…

TWO…

Seifer kicks out throwing up half his body letting Angel know that it’ll take more than that. Angelique isn’t phased as she stands up, ready to continue the assault. Before Seifer can even get up Angelique has applied a sleeper hold that she continues to tighten with her grip. Seifer still powers through and stands up, but Angel’s grip only continues to tighten as he finds himself wobbling now and coming back down to his knees, she keeps the pressure on for what feels like a couple minutes as Seifer continues to lose consciousness. The referee does the arm drop.

ONE…

TWO…

In classic face fashion before the arm drops for the third time Seifer stops it. At this point the crowd REALLY gets into it and begins to chant, holler, and cheer for Seifer as he starts to shake his arm, coming to he stands up onto his feet and reaches back with his arms, grabbing Angelique by the head and then leaning forward and slamming her down onto the pudding. Seifer arches his back getting the blood flowing again as he looks down at Angelique who is stirring once more.

Fecca: So far it’s been all Angel but now it looks like the tides could turn.

Styles: I guess this stip is working out to her favor.

As Angelique begins to get up Seifer is right there to help her up, but all he does is help her onto his shoulders which doesn’t last long as Angel slips slip right off his shoulders. Spinning around she goes to kick him but he is able to catch her leg in time and in a lightning fast move he lifts her left leg up and falls on top of her, bringing her off her feet as he gets into a near mount position, which of course draws a huge reaction from the crowd.

Styles: DAMN I WISH I WAS SEIFER!

But Seifer’s just treating it like any normal take down as he sticks a forearm right into Lique’s forehead and begins to press. Angel takes both hands and tries to push it off as Seifer takes his left arm and reaches under her back around the small of it as he also begins to come to his feet, but making sure to still hold Angel down. Finally Angel gets his arm free and as soon as she does he takes it and moves it behind her back as he lifts her up and turns, slamming her back down with a modified spine buster. Seifer quickly now wraps her legs and turns her around and applies the Immortal Deathlock.

Fecca: The end could be near!

Angel is right next to the wall of the pool and she reaches out, grabbing onto it and pulls herself and with a couple kicks of her legs she manages to slip right out of Seifer’s hold. Seifer turns around half in shock that she just slipped right on through his grip, which obviously wasn’t hard enough as they have pudding all over themselves.

Fecca: Once again it looks like the pudding works to her advantage!

As Seifer looks a bit thrown off Angel isn’t having already scouted out that trick as she jumps to her feet, grabs Seifer’s head and goes for the Pain of Ages RKO but Seifer wasn’t that thrown off as he pushes Angel away sending her flying down into the pudding again as he backs up a bit. He watches and waits as Angelique comes to her feet with her back to him, he runs and grabs her, and brings her up and then down in the Immortal Instinct olympic slam as he makes the cover.

ONE…

TWO…

KICKOUT!!!

Angel throws up her should and twists his body, sending her own message to Seifer.

Fecca: That move has put down a few people in the past, but Angelique proving she’s one tough woman.

Styles: Then again it was down on pudding which had to serve as some sort of padding.

Fecca: Not much though.

The crowd begins to get wild again as they are pointing to the stage where we see Sean Hunter, dressed in his wrestling gear ready for his match up next make his way down the ramp.

Fecca: What the hell is Hunter doing out here?!

Styles: Maybe he wants a closer look at what he’s not getting anymore?

Neither Angelique nor Seifer notice he’s even out there as Seifer lifts her up, but Angel grabs him and gives him a jawbreaker, sending him stumbling back into the side of the pool. Before Angel can plan another attack she notices Sean behind her and turns around. He’s standing outside the pool just looking at her. She looks confused.

Angelique: What the hell do you want?

Styles: He just wanted a taste!

He sighs, shaking his head as he reaches up and touches her face, gently pulling her in as he kisses her on the lips. The crowd explodes again as he finally let’s go of the lip lock and steps back. Angelique has a blank expression on her face, not sure what to think of it. However that quickly fades as it becomes more of a glare at Sean as he holds his hands up and backs up, Angelique ends up turning around right into a belly to belly suplex from Seifer which sends her halfway across the pool. Sean continues to look on with an expression we can’t read, slowly going back up the ramp. Back in the pudding pool Angel is up to her feet as Seifer nears. She kicks him in the gut and lifts Seifer up onto her own shoulders preparing for the Final Judgment but like earlier for her, it’s Seifer who slips off of her shoulders and pushes her away as he does so. The second she turns around her finds she’s eating something more than chocolate pudding.

Fecca: BLOOD SPILLER!!!

Angelique goes down as Seifer makes the cover.

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!!

Sabrina: Your winner… SEIFER!

Fecca: What a good match this turned out to be. I’d say Angel more than showed that she still has it. But Seifer was able to prove that he’s one of the very best. You’d think the pudding would have slowed them down but it didn’t.

Styles: Much. It was slippery and had Sean not gotten into Angelique’s head she would have remembered that it’s easy to slip off the shoulders.

Fecca: Well judging by what happened earlier I can assure you that’s not what he had in mind. I honestly believe Sean still has some feelings for Angel no matter how much he denies it and he just wanted to show her. It was either nor or never.

Styles: Well come the next match I’m guessing it’ll be never.

Fecca: We’ll see.

"Trucker Anthem" is playing as Seifer sticks out his hand and helps Angelique to her feet. The two of them shake hands as he does so and Seifer heads off to the back being handed a towel as he does so. Angelique starts to do the same and as she’s handed a towel she’s told to be back in two minutes to referee the next contest between Sean Hunter and NovaCaine. Sighing as she nods her heads and leaves as well as we cut to a video package. ]

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Re:PWT Presents 'Final Verdict II' (January 2007)

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When the scene cuts back in from the video build up for NovaCaine /Hunter 2...We are on a tight shot of Bob Fecca and Eddie Styles..

Bob" Its finally here...This fued has been waging behind the scenes for six months and tonight its finally settled,but perhaps the wild card in this whole think is Mrs Angelique De'vine"

Eddie" Its Hunter....Angelique Hunter...Get it right"

Bob" Excuse me, Miss Angelique Hunter...We have just seen her in a wild pudding match and now she must come right back out here to special referee this war. One has to wonder if Seifer requested this match placement to throw off Hunter and or Nova. Considering we aren't really giving Angel alot of time clean up."

Eddie" Who cares, I like her messy and this was of course a ploy by Seifer ,thats why he is the mastermind but it wasn't done to harm the co-holder of the tag titles , this was done cleary to get into the head of NovaCaine"

Bob' But the question remains has it actually worked?"

Eddie" Who knows but I think we are about to find out"

Bob" Lets go up to Sabrina with the opening intros...Nova's first match in PWT is now"

The camera angle cuts over to Sabrina standing center ring " Ladies and Gentlemen the next match of the evening is scheduled for one fall with a one hour time limit.....First coming to the ring, the special referee for this match...Please welcome ...Angellllllique Hunteerrrrr"

The arena goes black as silver lights begin to fly through the air and Movin' On by Good Charlotte begins to blast through the arena; a fog begins to grow upward from the floor. The fans go wild having already seen her in the pudding they are still wanting more of the PWT matriarch..

Bob" Angel is over huge with this crowd tonight..I can barely hear myself think"

Eddie" Awww did the hamster take the night off? Angel may be over with this crowd of hilljacks but everyone dislikes the company she has been keeping and I hope tonight she finally realizes where her place should be"

Sabrina stares at the stage with a look of confusion as there is no appearance by Angel..Suddenly the big screen comes to life showing Angel running through the backstage area still attired in the skimpy outfit from the pudding match....She dumps a bottle of water on his face and quickly wipes away as much of the pudding as she can..A crew member standing close by hands her the zebra strips of an official and she rushes away from the scene

Bob" Angel obviously had very little time to clean up, her entire body is still covered in chocolate pudding.."

Eddie" I know , its making me hungry"

As her theme music continues to play Angel finally darts out onto the stage to the fans thunderous roar mixed in with wolf whistles and hoots of the male fan base...Angel jogs down to the ring sliding in under the bottom rope..Signaling to Sabrina that she is ready

Sabrina." First to the ring hailing from the city of Lost Angels ...This is Novaaaaaaaacaine"

As much as the fans had cheered Angel they boo Nova..Being the outsider , the underdog and the notoriously bad tempered individual , he has very few fans in attendance leaving it a pro-hunter crowd.... The house lights fade to a dull glow..Several Spotlights dance over the crowd looking for the elusive Caine as the big screen comes to life. Images begin to roll over the screen ...Disturbing ,Macbre images...All with one similarity..They all portray the pain of others..As the video seems to come to is peak , Nova appears from somewhere in the audience to " I fucking hate you" by Godsmack...Making his way to ringside , he leaps the security railing..Stalking around the ring a cocky little grin curling his lips..He rolls in under the bottom rope..Staring at Angel he manages a small smile but its not returned ..Angel looks away speaking to Sabrina.

Bob"Ohhhh did I detect a bit of snub from Angel to NovaCaine...Perhaps there is trouble in paradise"

Eddie" Its over tonight..Angel had her time to play and now she is going to go back to the man that loves her more then life itself..She is a Hunter through and through"

Bob " We shall see about that"

Nova leans in the far corner facing the stage, his eyes emotionless his face a stoic mask of concentration...The war of words is over..Its time for the bloodshed..

Sabrina " An his opponent from Chicago this is Sean Hunterrrrrrrrr"

The fans give a huge positive reaction for the fan favorite going into the match..

"You never knew what was gonna happen...or when."

*heartbeat*

"I had done too much to turn back..."

*heartbeat*

"And I've done too much to go on."

*heartbeat*

"I guess in the end...it all catches up with you."

*heartbeat*

"My grandpa asked me one time...do I care whether I live or die."

*heartbeat*

"Yeah I do...."

*heartbeat*

".....but now its too late."

Sirens then go off.

The lights dim, or for the most part and we now see them only shining down on the rampway, and Stone Sour's "30/30 150" begins playing as the screen shows sped-up clips of Sean Hunter in action: Hunter posing; a slow-motion clip of Hunter delivering the Decapitator; Hunter ducking a clothesline from Y2Jesus, jumping up, and then hitting the Decapitator; and Hunter then is seen in slow motion leaping from the top rope and hitting Moment of Silence upon the motionless Wallstreet. The entryway slowly begins to light up as one spotlight after another snaps down on the entrance. As the lights continue to shoot down upon the entryway Sean Hunter steps out into the pure view of everyone in the arena. The lights in the arena begin to gradually return to their original glow as Sean walks down the entrance ramp staring at the fans with his overly confident smile that brings a glow to his face. Sean Hunter then continues down the rampway and throws his arm out to the side acknowledging the fans and showing the crowd his smug grin. Sean Hunter then slowly steps up the ring steps; step after step, walking with such a purpose. As Sean places his foot on the ring apron he immediately follows up by thrusting his opposite leg through the ropes, as he lunges into the ring. Hunter walks to his corner, and he jumps on the top turnbuckle looking throughout the crowd. Sean then jumps off the turnbuckle and stares not at Nova who seems less then impressed with Hunter's over the entrance,but his eyes are locked on Angel , who briefly exchanges eye contact with him before looking away..

Bob" Did you see that?"

Eddie" I think I seen her smile, I knew it....Nova falls tonight"

Sabrina beats a hasty exit and Angel calls for the bell, these two huge titans of the mat slowly circle each other, they appear to be speaking to one another but unless you can read lips nothing is audible...They move towards each other hooking up in a collar an elbow..Both men trying to jockey for position but neither gaining an upper hand...Hunter ducks low taking Nova over with a nice armdrag, going for the armbar but Nova slips out the back door popping back to his feet..Hunter turns into Nova trying to sweep the leg but Nova hops over his arm and drills him hard to the side of the head knocking Hunter back to the mat...He moves in but Hunter puts a kick to Nova's chest and pops back to his feet...Both men stand there staring at each other as the fans go nuts before they start to smile and slowly circle each other...

Bob" I am suprised this match is so textbook to start"

Eddie" Hunter is just setting him up for the brutality.."

Nova pauses his little walk around the ring stopping right next to Angel..He looks at her kind of funny and then points to his cheek motioning with his finger

Bob" I think Nova is trying to tell Angel she still has some of the pudding still on her face"

Eddie" Well he isn't on the clean up crew , do what you are getting paid for and wrestle"

Nova leans in drawing his tongue up Angel's cheek licking away the dab of the pudding before turning towards Hunter with a cocky smirk..Angel giggles wiping her face

Bob" Maybe he is on the clean up crew"

Eddie" Look at her giggle...Good lord she is with Nova.."

Bob" But you just said she was with Hunter"

Eddie" I don't recall that"

Hunter's little smile disappears as he watches Nova lick his wife...He charges across the ring at Nova who seemed to have been baiting him in..Sidestepping Hunter he drop toe holds him face first into the middle turnbuckle...Nova then starts putting the boots to Hunter's spine and kidney region..Force Hunter's head onto the middle rope he starts trying to choke him out with the rope

Eddie" Cmon ref where is the count"

Angel moves in...One..Two...Three...Four...

Nova steps away...

Bob" She was counting"

Eddie' My grandma could count faster than that and she still thinks Nixon is president.."

Nova moves back in and again tries to choke Hunter out with the ropes..Again Angel moves in giving him the five count only to have Nova break at four....He pulls Hunter to his feet and fires his across into the turnbuckle charging in and driving a back elbow to his chest , before bringing him out of the corner with a solid looking bulldog...Nova goes for the quick cover as Angel makes the count.

One..Tw..Hunter kicks out easily..He is hurt but not that hurt..

Nova drags Hunter up to his feet and sends him back into the turnbuckle with apparently the same idea , but Hunter put an end to that with a hard boot to the jaw...Nova staggers back and Hunter charges taking his head off with a running clothesline...Hunter then takes to the offensive..Hitting Nova with a beautiful gutwrench suplex..Hunter hits the ropes stalking into Nova and dropping a knee right to the middle of his forehead ala Ric Flair...Hunter then starts raining the blows down on Nova's head...Taking the maniac to the woodshed if you will....Hunter locks his hands around Nova's throat trying to choke the life out of him ..Angel moves in for the count...One..twoo..threee...Fourr..."

She seems to pause before saying five allowing Hunter an extra second or so to choke Nova...Hunter looks at Angel in disbelief and Angel winks at him...Hunter's face beams with a cheshire cat type of grin..

Eddie" I knew it..Angel is back with her husband"

Bob" But you just said"

Eddie" Shaddup"

For the next thirty five minutes the match goes back and forth slowly fading from wrestling to a downright brawl..At about the ten minute mark Nova fired Hunter to the floor and attempted a suicide dive through the ropes on him only to have Hunter move and Nova's head hit the guardrail square on , similar to the incident that gave him a broken neck a couple years back....Hunter pulled Nova to his feet and fired him face first into the steel steps tearing open a gash from Nova's cheek right up to his temple...With Nova bleeding like a stuck pig Hunter threw Nova back inside and went for a quick pin..

One..Two..T...Nova got a shoulder up..

Hunter pulled Nova to his feet again laying the fists in to his face , he spun going for the Pele kick...Only to have Nova either fall or move causing Hunter to hit nothing but air and the mat hard ..Angel started the ten count but Nova was up at five turning back to abusing Hunter..These two men put their bodies through a living hell until around the twenty five minute mark...Nova removed the turnbuckle pad with Angel pleading for him to stop and used the solid steel bracket underneath to ram Hunter face into ..Ripping open the bridge of his nose...Contrary to Nova's belief this match was epic and the fans were into every move hit by the two warriors even as they slowed down from fatigue and blood loss...At the thirty minute mark Hunter finally seemed to be pulling away after Nova missed a huge moonsault from the top ropes..Hunter stalked around Nova like a predator watching his prey..As Nova climbed to his feet Hunter went for it .. The Shattered Dreams (RKO) was there, Nova's head in his Hunter's arms , Hunter trying to leap forward but Nova hooks him around the waist and takes him back in a belly to back suplex bouncing both men's heads off the mat...

Bob" What a match...Maybe Hunter was right this should have been the main event"

Eddie" Hunter is making this match .."

Bob " Are you blind , these two have been going back and forth since the opening bell.."

In the ring Angel's ten count gets to eight before both men crawl back to their feet..Hunter swings a big haymaker, Nova ducks hitting him with two left jabs followed by a short arm clothesline...Nova looks down at the prone body of Hunter through the thick coating of blood clinging to his face..He spits on Hunter and rolls to the floor..

Bob " Where the hell is Nova going?"

Eddie" I don't like this"

Nova shoves Sabrina from her chair , folding up the steel chair and rolling back into the ring to the protests of Angel...Nova drops the chair next to Hunter's head and pulls him to a staggering but standing position, both men now looking like they had taken a bath in blood..Nova hooks Hunter dragging him up onto his shoulders..Going for the C.O.D.(cradleshock) on the steel chair..

Bob" Noooo, he will break his neck"

Eddie'' Well he did promise to do just that"

Bob' Whose side are you on?"

Eddie" My own"

Nova starts to spin Hunter intent on breaking his neck when Angel suprises everyone..She grabs Hunter's feet jerking him down off of Nova's shoulders and shoves Nova away from Hunter...Nova stumbles falling into the corner and turning around in disbelief...Angel slowly helps Hunter to his feet as the crowd goes wild..Angel has seemingly returned to her husband...Nova is in utter shock..

Bob" Angel has went home.."

Eddie" I told you so"

Bob" But"

Eddie" Shutup"

Angel wraps her arm around Hunter's waist as he looks at Nova with a concieted smirk..Angel smiles deviously at Nova, looking up into Hunter's eyes with a huge grin..

Bob" I smell a set up..Nova was never going home with Angel...They set him up"

Eddie" Beautiful!!...I love it when a plan comes together"

Nova's looks like an injured animal his eyes full of pain and hurt beneath a mask of crimson...Just then "Beautiful People" by Marilyn Manson comes over the sound system...Hunter's eyes go to the stage where Nova's little brother Mason appears with an eight foot steel chain wrapped tightly around his fist..

Bob" Its Mason Caine...The demented brother of Nova...What the hell is he doing here...He was suppose to be in Oregon still"

Eddie"Come to protect his brother I guess,but its to late Nova is already screwed"

Nova never looks back to where his brother is , he keeps his eyes on Hunter who looks on with hatred at the brother's Caine..Security rush from the back keeping Mason from making it to ringside..

Bob" This isn't that other place...We stop cheap attacks here, Nova's normal antics aren't going to win him the match tonight"

Eddie" Finally we agree on something"

Just as the two titans lock eyes the unimaginable happens...Angel suddenly drops to her knees hitting Hunter with a vicious low blow to the baby jesus..You can practically hear the air escaping the arena as all the fans gasp in unision...Hunter doubles over and Nova lunges forward grabbing him around the neck and dropping him with his own move the Shattered Dreams (RKO) face first into the chair..The fans are raining debris onto the ring now,their boos deafening as Nova goes for the pin...

Angel counts...One..Two..Three...Rather quickly .....NovaCaine Wins

The fans are irrate looking to be on the verge of rioting as Nova falls onto his back , blood pouring from his face and exhausted..Angel walks across the ring to the side facing the entrance just as Mason makes it through the security crew and hands her the thick envelope of papers...She turns walking back over to the unconcious Hunter, kissing the envelope she drops it on his chest...Nova has crawled to his feet ..The duo embrace and move from the ring still being pelted with paper cups and trash..

Bob" I can't believe it..Angel has choosen NovaCaine, the outsider has came to P.W.T. and beaten Sean Hunter in his own yard...I am in shock fans"

Eddie" He didn't beat anyone...Angel beat Sean Hunter the minute she walked out of their marriage, Nova was just here to cause the pain..What I want to know is what is in that envelope"

Bob" Who cares about the envelope..This is just despicable what these two did here tonight, it was an obvious set up from the start..All the little hints that Angel was returning to Hunter were clearly just a ruse so Nova could once again harm this man's life...Sean Hunter is to damn good to be violated by such an evil bastard...Hunter will be back , you can bet on that"

Sabrina speaks over the displeasure of the fans" Here is your winner...NOVACAINEEEEEEEEE"

The cameras catch a final shot of a bloody Sean Hunter just now sitting up in the ring before it cuts away to the next video package..

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Re:PWT Presents 'Final Verdict II' (January 2007)

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  [The lights in the arena begin to flicker as Jamal Atkins music begins to play. The fan explode with booing. He then comes out flipping everyone off as he just walks down the ramp and gets into the ring.. Jamal Atkins flips off everyone and then goes and stands near the corner looking up towards the entrance ramp.

Fecca: Well there’s Jamal showing everyone why he doesn’t deserve to be in this match.

Styles: Why that’s Bob…because he is showing the crowd, that they mean nothing to him. If anything, I think that he is what this company needs as it heavyweight Champion. Someone who will tell it like it is.

Fecca: Are you trying to tell me that Jamal would be better suited to be this company’s heavyweight champion, than a Bobby Johnson, or a David Van Dam?

Styles: I did not say that. I just said that he is what this company needs as a champion. Not trying to take anything away from the other competitors in this match, I’m just saying that Jamal wouldn’t be that bad a choice, if he happened to win this match.

Fecca: It’s time for you to take a vacation Eddie because you have clearly lost your mind.

Styles: I never said that wasn’t the case either.

[The lights cut completely, which is custom for a lot of entrances. The crowd turns their attention to the ramp as "Cult Personality" by Living Colour begins to play over the public address system. A shower of golden sparks begins to fall as a golden spotlight shines on the stage. Walking through the sparks is David Van Dam and Monica Swhear. They stand in front of the sparks as David Van Dam spreads his arms wide, Monica wraps her arm around his waist and kisses his cheek. David has on his Ric Flair style entrance robe, and the duo begin to walk down the ring aisle. DVD climbs up the solid steel steps and walks down the apron. He wipes his feet off before stepping into the ring. Monica slides under the bottom rope and smiles. DVD takes his robe off as Monica gives him another kiss, sliding out of the ring as the song ends and the lights return to normal.

Fecca: DVD looks like he is ready to reclaim the heavyweight championship back. This should be a real good match.

Styles: DVD is the most highly decorated wrestler in PWT history. It is not very that we see him come into a PPV without a title. I know that he has to be extra motivated because of that very fact.

Fecca: You most definitely could be right about the Eddie.

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

NO……….GIMMICKS……..NEEDED.....

Various scene from past matches involving Bobby starts to play. Bobby giving Ricky Carter a 450 Splash off the top of a ladder, while Ricky’s laying on a table. Bobby giving Matt Matlock a Bourbon Street Blues™ in The Elimination Chamber. Bobby with a tight Bourbon Street Blues™ on Chris Stlyes. Bobby jumping off the top of the turnbuckle, and giving MJ Storm a Body Splash, while he is laying on the announce table. Bobby giving Luther Aldridge The Greatest Trademark Move Of All Time™. Bobby standing up on the turnbuckle with his arms raised in the air after winning the ICWA’s Royal Rumble 2. Bobby in the middle of the Hell in a Cell over a fallen MJ Storm, as he is holding the PWT Titanium, People’s, and Tag Team Championship’s simultaneously. Bobby executing a perfect Crescent City Connection on David Van Dam, and covering him for the three count to win the PWT Heavyweight Championship.

Bobby makes his way out from behind the curtains, as his manager/sister Crystal follows close behind, and they both stop on the top of the ramp. Crystal has his PWT Heavyweight Championship draped over her shoulder. He gets down in a Shawn Michaels type pose, as she stands behind him, and holds his Heavyweight Championship high into the air. He finally stands back up and starts to jump from side to side a lot like Brock Lesnar used to, as Crystal lowers the Heavyweight Title, and stands next to him. He stops jumping, and starts to make his way down the ramp, as she follows close behind. He stops in front of the ring, and leaps up onto the rings edge, and then grabs the ropes, and leap frogs over them, and lands inside the ring. Crystal walks over to the ring steps, and makes her way up them, and she goes through the ropes, as Bobby sits on the middle rope, to let her pass through them. He gets his title from her, walks over to the far corner, climbs up the turnbuckle, and hold his title in the air for the crowd.

[The fans give him a huge pop. He gets back down, walks over to the opposite turnbuckle, and does the same routine, as his sister stands in the middle of the ring smiling, as she watches him. He finally jumps down, gives Crystal his Heavyweight Title, and she exits the ring.

Fecca: This will be Bobby’s second title defense in less than a month. He is out to prove that he is a great fighting champion.

Styles: Well I’m just hoping that he isn’t in over his head. There’s no reason for him to keep granting title shots to everyone who asks. Sooner or later, it could back to bite him in the ass.

Fecca: Sooner could be tonight Eddie.

Styles: I couldn’t agree more.

Fecca: Well with MJ Storm being injured in an auto accident, this four person elimination match, has become a three person elimination match.

Styles: That’s unfortunate to hear about MJ getting hurt like that. I don’t think that he would have won this match, but at least he can take easy, and rest up for another title run somewhere down the road.

[The three men stand in individual corners, eyeing each other. The ref signals for the start of the match, and steps out of the way. Bobby walks towards the center of the ring, and DVD advances as well. They circle each other, as Jamal sits back and watches. The two men finally lock up. DVD is able to give Bobby a kick to the gut, followed by an Irish Whip into the ropes. He goes to follow that up with a Back Body Drop, but Bobby leap frogs over him, and bounces off the far ropes. When DVD stands up, and turns around, Bobby leaps in the air, and hits him with a Forearm Smash, which drops DVD to the mat.

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[DVD pops back up to his feet, and eyes Bobby, who is staring at him as well. They both glance over at Jamal, who is standing back inn the corner, and enjoting the show. They glance at each other once more, then race to the corner that Jamal is standing in, and start to attack him. DVD rams his shoulder into Jamal, and when he slides down to his butt, Bobby proceeds to stomp a Mudhole in him, and walk it dry.

Fecca: Jamal thought that he would get to sit back, and watch the show, but I guess that he had another thing coming.

Styles: Bobby and DVD are attacking Jamal because they know that he could be just the heavyweight champion that this company needs. They are just to egotistical to admit it.

Fecca: Please tell me that you can’t be serious Eddie?

Styles: Oh I’m very serious. Jamal has the chance to be the greatest champion that this company has ever had.

Fecca: I beg to differ.

Styles: Well that’s my opinion, and I’m sticking to it.

[Bobby and DVD have guided Jamal back to his feet, and slung him across to the far corner. Bobby runs across, and gives him a Bobby Splash (Body Splash) and as Jamal stumbles out of the corner, DVD grabs him and gives him an Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex. Jamal hit’s the mat, and Bobby covers him and goes for the pin. The ref drops down, and makes the count.

One….Two….kick out.

[Bobby gets back up to his feet, and is suddenly grabbed from behind, and is given a School Boy. The ref makes his count again.

One….Two….kick out.

[Bobby rolls away from DVD, and gets to his feet. He charges DVD, and gets taken down with a Drop Toe Hold. He tries to get up, but DVD starts to lay the boots to him. Bobby goes back down to the mat, and soon Jamal joins in, and starts to stomp on him as well. They guide him up to his feet, and push him into the corner. Jamal comes across his chest with a hard Chest Slap, then another one, and another one, and another one. Jamal moves out of the way, as DVD races in, and gives him a High Knees to the mid section. Bobby stumbles forward, and drops to a knee. DVD guides him to his feet, sets him up, and gives him aa Icon Driver (Double Underhook Pile Driver). He goes for the cover, and the ref goes down to make the count.

One….Two….kick out.

[DVD gets back up to his feet, and turns into The Devastation (RKO) by Jamal. Jamal goes down, and tries to get a three count, as the ref makes the count.

One….Two….Thr…kick out.

Fecca: Oh that was a close one by Jamal. He almost had this match.

Styles: I have said it all match Bob….Jamal will find a way to win.

Fecca: You have definitely been pro Jamal this match. That doesn’t nean that he will win though. This thing still isn’t over.

[Jamal gets back up to his feet, and slaps the palm of his hand three times, as he looks over at the ref. He thinks that he got a slow count, but the ref holds his ground. As he is arguing, Bobby grabs him from behind, and gives him a German Suplex. Bobby gets back up to his feet, and sees DVD make it back up to one knee. Bobby wastes no time, and gives DVD a Shining Wizard to the side of the face, which sends DVD back down to the mat. He goes over, and guides DVD back up to his feet, and goes to give him a Irish Whip into the ropes, but DVD reverses it, and sends Bobby into them instead. He follows it up with a Back Body Drop, and Bobby goes flying to the mat. DVD turns around, and wastes no time by grabbing Bobby’s leg, and putting him in an Ankle Lock.

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[DVD locks it in tight, as he tugs on the ankle, and tells Bobby to go ahead and tap. The ref asks him if he has had enough, and Bobby says no. He positions his hand under him, and pushes up, like he is doing push ups. He tries to walk over towards the ropes, but DVD pulls him back. DVD starts to yank on the foot a few times, which makes Bobby scream out once again. He urges Bobby to go ahead and tap, but again Bobby refuses. Bobby’s sister Crystal is on the outside of the ring, urging her brother to not give up. Bobby pushes up with his arms again, but instead of going forward, he rolls under, and grabs DVD’s ankle, and pulls it forward. DVD stumbles backwards, and lets go off the ankle lock. Bobby grabs at his ankle, and rolls over to the corner.

Fecca: DVD could have eliminated the champ, if he could have held on a little bit longer.

Style: Man that was close.

[By this time, Jamal has gotten to his feet, and recovered somewhat. He has been watching what was going on, and has taken this time to sneak up behind DVD. Without warning, he dives forward, and drives a shoulder into the back of DVD’s knee. DVD hit’s the mat hard, and grabs at the knee, as Jamal gets up to his feet, and goes to work. He stomps on the knee of DVD a few times, and DVD yells out in pain. Jamal drags him over to the ropes, and lays the leg with the hurt knee across it. He jumps in the air, and comes down on the knee. DVD grabs the knee, and rolls around the ring, yelling out in pain. Bobby has made it to his feet, and is leaning over in the far corner. Jamal sees him, and charges over, and rams his shoulder into Bobby’s chest. Bobby drops down, with his back resting up against the corner, and Jamal takes foot, and presses it up against Bobby’s neck. He uses the ropes, and pulls on them to add more force to the move. The ref counts to four, and Jamal releases the hold. He does it one more time, and releases the move, at the four count once again. Bobby grabs his neck, and gasps for air. Jamal guides Bobby up to his feet, and climbs up the ropes. He jumps up, lands his legs on Bobby’s shoulders, and gives him a Hurricanrana, which sends Bobby flying across the ring. Jamal gets to his feet, and small chants of “Jamal” can be heard throughout the ring. Bobby is laying in the ring, and DVD has rolled out of the ring, and is down on the floor, as his valet Monica checks on him.

Fecca: Jamal seems to be taking this underdog role, and running with it. He even seems to have some of the crowd behind him.

Styles: He will take it, and run all the way to the heavyweight championship. He deserves to be cheered for because he has worked hard for this moment.

Fecca: I agree with that Eddie. Jamal did an outstanding job promoting this match this week. I think that we may be seeing a new and improved Jamal.

Styles: What we are seeing is Jamal Atkins, the new PWT Heavyweight Champion.

[Jamal has made his way over towards Bobby, and guided him up to his feet. He goes to give Bobby a Vertical Suplex, but Bobby hooks is leg around Jamal’s, and stops the move. Jamal tries to do it again, but Bobby stops it. He tries it once more, but this time Bobby is able to reverse it, and give Jamal a Vertical Suplex instead. They both lay there, as DVD makes his way back into the ring. He walks over towards them with a slight limp, and goes to guides Bobby back up to his feet, but Bobby is able to role DVD up in a Small Package. The ref goes down to make the count.

One….Two….kick out.

[Bobby and DVD get back up to their feet. They circle each other, but DVD is grabbed by Jamal, and yanked around. Jamal gives him a kick to the gut, then puts his head between his legs. He lifts DVD into the air, and gives him the Jamiliation (Power Bomb into a Diamond Cutter). He covers him for the three count, and the ref get down, and makes the count.

One….Two….Three.

[Jamal gets up and pumps his fist, as the crowd cheers.

Fecca: JAMAL JUST PINNED DVD, JAMAL JUST PINNED DVD!!!

Styles: I told you that he was on a roll Bob. He’s going to win this match. I can just feel it.

[The crowd continues to cheer, but as quick as they started cheering, they started booing because the ref is up shaking his head no. He points down at DVD, who has a foot laying across the ropes. Jamal in outraged, and starts stomping on DVD’s body. DVD is finally able to roll out of the ring.

Fecca: That was a tough break for Jamal. I thought that he had that pin.

Styles: He needs to just settle down, and get his head on straight, before he blows this golden opportunity.

[As Jamal looks down at DVD on the floor below, Bobby comes up behind him, and gives him a hard shot to the back of the head. He yanks Jamal back around, and gives him an Irish Whip into the far ropes, and follows it up with a Power Slam. He rolls Jamal over, and lock in The Bourbon Street Blues™ (Rear Naked Choke with legs wrapped around opponent). He arches his back to put more pressure on the move, and the ref asks Jamal if he wants to give, and he says no. Bobby chokes him as hard as he can, as he tells Jamal to tap out. Just as it looked like Jamal would tap out, Bobby lets the move go because of a chair shot across the back, that he received from DVD. Bobby rolls off of Jamal, and looks DVD in the eye, who is staring back at him. The ref steps in the middle of the two men, and tells Dvd that is id disqualified from the match. DVD doesn’t seem to care, and pushes the ref out of the way. He makes a move towards Bobby, but when he notices Jamal up to a knee, he gives him a chair shot across the head. Bobby has gotten up now, and charges DVD, but gets another chair shot, and drops back down to the mat. DVD stares down at them, as the crowd boos loudly. He doesn’t seem to care, and rolls out of the ring

Fecca: What was DVD thinking by doing that? It’s like he just snapped.

Styles: I’m just as confused as you are Bob. I don’t know what to make of his actions.

[DVD makes his way up the ramp, as the crowd boos him. He and Monica head behind the curtain. The ref has been counting, and when he reaches an eight count, Both men stagger to their feet. Half the crowd is cheering for Bobby, while the other half is cheering for Jamal. They begin to hit each other with lefts and rights. Jamal begins to stagger back a bit, and Bobby grabs him by the arm, and gives him an Irish Whip into the ropes, but Jamal is able to stop himself from bouncing off of them, by grabbing onto the ropes. Bobby charges forward, but at the last minute, Jamal bends down, and send him over the ropes. Bobby is able to land on the ring edge, and when Jamal turns around to see where Bobby landed, he is given a Savat Kick to the face. Jamal stumbles backwards, and Bobby steps back into the ring. He goes over to grab Jamal, but is given an Eye Poke, which makes him stumble backwards. Jamal grabs Bobby by the arm, and gives him an Irish Whip into the ropes, and goes to follow it up with a Rolling The Dice (Clothesline from Hell). Bobby ducks out of the way at the last minute, and when Jamal turns back around to face him, he is dropped with a Killa Kick. Bobby flops down on him, and makes the cover. The ref goes down to make the count.

One….Two….Three…pin fall.

[The ref helps an exhausted Bobby Johnson back to his feet, and raises his arm up in victory.

Sabrina: And your winner, and still PWT Heavyweight Champion, Bobbyyyyyy Johnsonnnnn!!!

Fecca: Well Bobby survived this match. He took everything that DVD and Jamal had, but in the end, he is still the champ.

Styles: While he is the champion still, without question, Jamal was the star of this match. He came in with nothing to lose, and gain a whole bunch of respect.

Fecca: I agree Eddie. If Jamal keeps this up, there’s no telling what he can do.

Styles: I see a title around Jamal’s waist some time in the not too distant future. Good job Jamal.

[Jamal slowly walks up the ramp, as the crowd shows it appreciation. Bobby leans on the ropes, and holds the Heavyweight Championship high into the air, as the show comes to a close.

 
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Re:PWT Presents 'Final Verdict II' (January 2007)

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[The scene comes back from the last match and highlights from the next PPV

Bob Fecca: Ladies and Gentalmen its now time for Matlock vs Whysper the title is on the line and its in a steel cage. Last time these two faced off at a PPV it was in a Ladder match at Holiday Havok

Eddie Styles: Yeah and Whypser won, will Matlock get his revenge and take that championship away from Whysper? What do you think Bob?

Bob Fecca: Im routing for Matlock on this, GO GET HIM MATT! How about you?"

Eddie Styles: I dont care who wins, as long as its a good match.

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

Sabrina: " Ladies and gentlemen The Following contest is a STEEL CAGE MATCH.. introducing first the challenger from Cape Breton Island, Nova Scotia, Canada...weighing 235 pounds, ‘The Cornered Animal’, Matt Matlock!"

Matlock walks down the ramp and extends his arms to the side and spins in a circle slowly, as we see sparkler like pyros go off along both sides of the ramp. He reaches the ring and rolls inside, heading for a turnbuckle. He raises his arms up to his side as Shawn Micheals-style pyro shoots off like gunfire inside the ring. He lowers his arms and it stops, as he hops down to the mat. He leans over the ropes and starts mouthing off to the fans, and then he turns around to wait for his opponent

Sabrina: Making his way to the ring, weighing two hundred ten pounds. From Plainville, Indiana, being escorted by Angelina Santana.... The PWT Titanium Champion....Whyyysssperrrr!!!"

"The Truth" by Limp Bizkit blasts through the P.A. and plays awhile, awaiting the arrival of the Silent Warrior. After a few seconds, Whysper emerges, along with Angelina, from the back and flips his hair back and pounds his chest with his fist and gives the rock/heavy metal taunt. Then, he looks up towrds Heaven and points towards that direction. He then looks at Angelina and she turns to him dramtatically, pressing herself against him as he grabs her around the waist. She puts her arms around Whysper's shoulders and wraps her right leg around his waist as he holds it around the thigh area. Angelina caresses the Silent One's face as he does hers. They then engage in a short kiss. After releasing each other, Whysper walks to the ring with Angelina sauntering behind him. Once he gets a few feet from it, he sprints and slides in. Once he stands back up, he then looks at Angelina and points at her. She gives the crowd a playful smile and puts her hands on the apron. Then, Angelina proceeds to twist and gyrate her hips in a seductive motion. She then puts up one of her long, athletic legs on the apron, caresses it, then puts the other one on the apron and pulls herself up onto the apron.
She ducks under the ropes and into the ring.  Whysper then helps her up. Then, as Angelina greets the crowd, Whysper climbs a turnbuckle and does the same rock taunt he did on stage, but does the it with both hands in the air and with his mouth open like he's yelling.  Then he crosses his arms in front of him in the form of an 'X.' After that, Whysper runs to another turnbuckle and does the same taunts again. He then hops down, kneels at the turnbuckle, and prays as Angelina climbs out of the ring. Once he gets done doing that, he stands up and walks to the center of the ring.

Bob Fecca: Whysper vs Matlock in a steel cage this has GOT to be one of the best matches on the card

Eddie Styles: No doubt about it.

The ref signals for the cage to be lowered as both opponants are in the cage, the cage gets lowered as matlock and Whysper stare down each other from the oposite sides of the ring. Whysper turns around and helps with the cage to make sure that its secure. Just then Matt Matlock runs at an unexpecting Whysper and grabs his tights and slower back and rams him right into the steel post with his head bouncing off the steel cage. Matlock doesnt stop there hes just keeping on kicking Whyspers head and shoulder. The ref cannot do a damn thing about it because its a Steel Cage theres no DQ in this. All he can do is watch from the outside of the ring. Matlock jumps on his two knees and begins to choke him. The Ref yells at Matlock but what good is that going to do. In a desperation move Whysper takes his thumb and pokes Matlock in the eye.

Bob Fecca: That was a dirty move.. DQ him ref.

Eddie Styles: Yeah he was choking Whysper right infront of you..

Bob Fecca I wasnt talking about that, I was talking about that thumb to the eye, he could have blinded Matlock with that.

That attack by Whysper gives him enough time to get up, Matlock recovers and then goes back on the attack. He grabs whysper and irish whips him into the ropes as he comes back. Matlock sidesteps him and grabs him for a full nelson Slam. Whysper hits the mat hard, he even holds his head. Matlock smiles and picks him up, he then grabs him and does a firemans carry on him, after Whysper lands on his back. Matlock jumps on his chest and begins to punch him in the head, Whysper blocks all the punches Matlock throws at him. Matlock gets up and begins to stomp on his chest. Matlock lifts whypser up and then irish whips him into the corner. He then hits his back on  the turnbuckle Matlock charged and tries to do a splash but Whysper moves out of the way, nothing but steel cage and the top turnbuckle. Matlock looks dazed after that shot, walks right into a enziguiri kick. Matlock falls flat on his face. He then gets up, Whysper runs to the ropes and then jump on the second rope bounces off and catches Matlock with an elbow. Whypser gets up quickly and then Matlock follows him up. Whysper dropkicks him, Matlock falls again.

Eddie Styles: Whysper getting the crowd into this one.

Bob Fecca: How can Matlock just run into him like that.

Whysper waste no time going to the turnbuckle and then tries to hit a elbow drop from the topes but Matlocks foot is sticking straight up as Whysper leaps off but Whysper doesnt see it until its too late. Matlocks foot smashes into Whyspers face, Whsyper falls to the ground holding his chin. Matlock rolls to the turnbuckle and pulls himself up. He turns around the pull the padding off the turnbuckle as the crowd begins to boo him, he grabs whysper whose on the ground and takes him to the exposed turnbuckle and bashes his face right into the exposed turnbuckle. He gets hit two times then Whysper blocks it, he then takes Matlocks head and smashes it on the turnbuckle a few times. Matlock elbows him in the stomach. Whysper falls back a few steps. Matlock walks over and grabs the back of Whyspers head and throws him into the solid steal cage. Whyspers head bounces off the cage as he falls back a few feet. Matlock reaches for that tag rope. The takes it off the ropes and then walks over to Whysper and begins to strangle him. He smiles as the crowd boos him. He just pulls it tighter and tighter. The Whysper looks out of it, nearly passed out. The crowd chants for whysper, Angelina gets the crowd to start chanting. She cheers on Whysper as he magically comes alive. He elbow Matlock in the gut a few times before running towards the ropes but only to get pulled down on the hair from Matlock. Whysper looks to be out of breath and holding his head. Matlock then begins to climb the cage.

Bob Fecca: I think Matlocks about to win this match.

Eddie Styles: He must not want any part of Whysper.

Bob Fecca: What are you talking about he stayed and fought him in the cage and hes about to win it.

Eddie Styles: Hes just trying to get out of this as quickly as possible because he doesnt want anypart of Whysper he just wants that title.

As Matlock climbs, whysper gets to his feet and tries to pull Matlock off the cage. Matt kicks Whysper so hard he falls to the ground but rolls. Matlock is halfway up the cage, as Whysper falls and rolls he rolls so hard he gets his stance right away and comes and double axe Handles Matlocks lower back, Matlock gets a sharp pain in his lower back and he automaticly releases from the cage. HE then falls right between the inside and outside of the ring. Legs just split apart racking his nuts on the top rope. The crowd cheers as Whysper grabs the top rope and goes up and down. Matlocks eyes widen as Whysper goes up and down on that top rope. Matlock gets to high up in the air He gets off the top rope and goes to the outside of the ropes. Whysper then grabs Matlock whose face is pointing towards the cages and then rubs his face on the cold part of the steel grinding his face back and forth. Matlocks forehead opens up and begins to bleed. Whysper continues to grind his head in the cage. He finally gets bored and then bashes Matlocks head into the cage. Matlock falls to the mat. Whysper drags his body to the middle of the ring. Whysper runs to the ropes and then hits the Silent Scream on Matlock. Matlock looks out be out of it, so whysper gets to the cage and climbs up. He gets to the very top and then looks at Matlock in the middle of the ring and smiles.

Bob Fecca: Oh just climb down already..

Eddie Styles: OH NO! Hes going to do something crazy, just climb down and wins DONT RISK IT.. Just climb down.

Bob Fecca : Get up Matlock....

Whysper smiles as he jumps off the TOP of the cage to try and hit a leg drop. Just in time Matlock rolls away and Whysper crashes and burns. He rises in pain as he holds his ass cheeks. The crowd begins to chant.

Crowd: HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T!

Matlock begins to crawl for the door. The ref opens the door, Matlock gets to his feet and then goes between the ropes, to get out. Just then Angelina runs over pushes the ref out of the way. Matlock doesnt she her coming, she then swings the door and hits Matlock right between the eyes with that steel door. Matlock rolls right on back to the middle of the ring, where his whysper is still holding his ass. She begins to scream and chant for Whyper getting the crowd behind her. The crowd comes alive and Whypser slowly gets to his feet followed by Matlock. Whysper lands a punch, then Matlock swings and lands one, they exchange rights and lefts. Whysper then kicks Matlock in the gut, He then bounces off the ropes to clothsline Matlock, Matlock ducks and then goes to run to the ropes. The both come at each other with the same exact idea, a double clothsline. Taking each other out of the equation. Matlock slowly begins to get to his feet but Whysper remains down, Matlock reaches his feet and smiles. He looks over to that exposed turnbuckles and then picks whysper up. He walks over and bashes Whyspers face into the turnbuckle. Cutting Whypsers head open. Matlock looks to irish whip him hard into that other turnbuckle. Which he does, he goes and follows Whysper with a clothsline. HE then looks back at that exposed turnbuckles and then irish whips Whypser hard towards it. Whypser reverses and Matlock is sent head first right into that turnbuckle. Whysper runs over  jumps on the second rope bounces to the top rope right in time to hit the Sound of silence on Matlock. Matlocks face hits the ground and Whysper falls on his ass again and holds it. He begins to roll towards the door this time holding his ass. He rolls far enough where all he needs to do is crawl out. and thats what he does. He crawls out of the cage to win the match.

Sabrina: The winner of this match and STILL the PWT Titanium Champion... WHYSPER!!!!!!!!!

Bob Fecca: Matlock let his fans down.

Eddie Styles: It was STILL one hell of a match, Matlock nearly beat Whysper..

Bob fecca: Damnit I want to see a rematch.

Eddie Styles: Hopefully we do get to see these two go at it.

The scene begins follow Whysper and Angelina up the ramp as Whypser holds the title in one hand, and holds his ass cheeks with the other hand. He looks back smiling at Matlock with blood dripping from his face. Matlock looks back up the ramp at Whysper with blood dripping off his face, he then slaps the ground knowing he almost had Whysper.

 

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Re:PWT Presents 'Final Verdict II' (January 2007)

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 Suddenly, darkness. A green biohazard spins around in the middle of the ring as "Perfect Cell Theme (Techno Remix)" hits the PA, starting at the eighteen second mark. The fans pop into either boos or cheers. The creepy music starts to get a beat at twenty nine seconds, getting the fans even more riled up as Tim Torn walks out onto the stage, a green spotlight overhead. Tim lowers his head for his Perfection taunt, then performs his Ultra Mega taunt when the song really starts to kick in at the thirty-eight second mark, and the lights return fade into a shade of green.

Fecca: Tim Torn? He’s not booked tonight.

Styles: Who cares?! He’s Tim Torn! He can whatever he wants.

Sabrina: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, from Newark, Delaware, TIM TORN!!

Tim runs down the ramp and slides into the ring, going straight to, for some God forsaken reason, Sabrina. Sabrina doesn’t know what Tim’s doing, but he keeps approaching her. He backs her into the turnbuckle. She has no where to go.

Fecca: What the Hell is he doing?

Tim reaches for Sabrina, who covers herself from harm, and Tim just yanks away her microphone. Sabrina looks up at Tim, wondering if that’s it. Tim looks at her, as if he’s expecting her to leave. She glances at the ropes and then back at Tim, and then quickly leaves, as Tim’s music finally fades out.

Fecca: That was a bit too much for a simple "please."

Tim Torn: Alright, check this out. There’s a few things wrong her in Pro Wrestling Today. You see, first off, Tim Torn wasn’t welcomed back to PWT like when he first came here. No way. You see, if anyone remembers my debut match, they’ll know that my first match was against David Van Dam for the People’s Championship. Now, I may have lost the match, no biggy, but PWT management made the right choice when they gave me a title shot right off the bat. It wasn’t because DVD was defending the belt every week, no. It was because I’m a fucking God!!

Fecca: Ego alert.

Styles: Shut up! He’s talking. Have some respect.

Tim Torn: But, afterwards, sometime after the war, I decided to be with Wrestling Two Thousand……..

Massive boos from the crowd for the mere mention of PWT’s once competition.

Tim Torn: Then, a short time before my last match in Double You Two Kay, Pee Double You Tee gave me a call saying that they knew Wrestling Two Thousand was closing, and they were interested in resigning me. I figured, sure, why not? Where else am I going to go? So I sign with them, but they happen to make the mistake of booking me the day before my match in Wrestling Two Thousand. When they came up with the proposal card, I told them to take me off, because I wanted my full focus on my last match. Now, it’s not the fact that they booked me that ticked me off. It was the fact that it wasn’t a title match. What the f*ck is up with that?! I damn well deserve a title shot, because I’m simply the best there is in Pro Wrestling Today. To tell you the truth, when I resigned, they should have just stripped every champion and give me the titles, because, too coin a famous phrase, I’m that damn good!

Fecca: Tim Torn’s ego is soaring through the roof!

Styles: He has the right to. Tim Torn pwns you.

Fecca: But he doesn’t pwn the entire Pee Double You Tee.

Tim Torn: And another thing is the fact that this place’s announcer absolutely sucks!

Tim looks over at Sabrina, sitting over with the time keeper. She looks confused.

Tim Torn: Sabrina, get your pretty little ass in here right now.

Sabrina doesn’t know what to do. She obviously doesn’t want to be in the ring with Tim Torn.

Tim Torn: I SAID NOW BITCH!!!!

Sabrina runs up the steel stairs and quickly gets in the ring. She doesn’t want to anger Tim even more. Tim grabs her arm and pulls her into the center of the ring.

Fecca: What’s going on? How does Sabrina suck as an announcer?

Styles: I could think of a few ways.

Fecca: Oh will you stop!

Tim Torn: Now babe, when you announce me coming to the ring, you say it like you always do. Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, from Newark, Delaware, weighing in at two hundred and seventy-five pounds, The Evolution of Perfection, The Biohazard, Ultra Mega, Tim Torn. You got that princess?

Tim hands Sabrina the mic, and gestures her to copy Tim.

Sabrina: Ladies and gentlemen………please welcome from Newark, Delaware, weighing in at two hundred and seventy-five pounds, The Evolution of Perfection, The Biohazard, Tim Torn……

Sabrina goes to exit it the ring, feeling her duties where finished, but Tim once again grabs her by the arm, shaking his head. He takes the mic from her.

Tim Torn: No, no, no, no, NO! First off, what the Hell was that? No effort, no excitement. Don’t announce my name in the monotone voice! And you forgot the Ultra Mega part, get it right this time.

Tim shoves Sabrina in the center of the ring, and tosses her the mic, which she catches. She looks at Tim, her eyes asking if she really has to do it. Tim yells at her.

Tim Torn: GET ON WITH IT ALREADY!!!

Sabrina: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, from Newark, Delaware, weighing in at two hundred and seventy-five pounds, The Evolution of Perfection, The Biohazard, Ultra Mega, Tim TORN!!!!

Tim nods in approval. He takes the mic away from her, and smiles, gesturing her to leave.

Fecca: Well, thank God that’s…..wait a sec…..

Tim Torn pulls Sabrina while her back is turned, and……..MEGA DRIVER!!!

Fecca: What the Hell?! What kind of man would do that?

Styles: Tim Torn isn’t just a man, he’s a f*cking God, but that’s just tasteless what he did right there.

The crowd is booing extremely loud for the usual hero of Pro Wrestling Today. Tim cocks a smirk, and rolls onto the outside of the ring, where he looks under the apron. He finds what he wants…….a black fluorescent light tube.

Fecca: You don’t think……

Styles: He can’t be that bad……

Tim hops onto the apron, and gets on the top rope, showboating to the crowd.

Fecca: I think he’s going for his Future Perfect maneuver! If he hits that, Sabrina will be done for.

Styles: We’re so going to get sued.

Suddenly, someone hops the guardrail, and gets onto the apron, and pushes Tim off the turnbuckle to ringside!!

Fecca: Who is…..THAT’S LAZERUS!!! By God, Lazerus has made his return to Pro Wrestling Today by saving Sabrina!!!

Lazerus gets into the ring, and checks on Sabrina. Tim slowly get up on the outside, looking into the ring to see who his attacker is. Tim gets enraged, so he grabs his light tube, and slides into the ring. He goes to hit Lazerus, but he ducks! Kick to the gut, Lazerus grabs the light tube, SMASH!! Right over Tim’s head! Tim falls to the mat!!

Fecca: Tim Torn’s plan just backfired!!

Styles: But look!

Lazerus again goes to attend to Sabrina’s aid, with EMTs running down the ramp and into the ring. Tim Torn flips up to his feet, WHAM!!! Riot Kick to Lazerus!

Styles: Even with that light tube shot, Tim Torn is not staying down!!

The two begin to fight each other, throwing firsts and kicks, Tim goes for the Burning Lariat, Lazerus ducks, ENZURGURI! Tim falls back, and flips over the ropes to the outside, barley able to keep his balance.

Fecca: The fans are going nuts for Lazerus!

Styles: Yeah, but this won’t be the last time we these see these two! I’m sure Tim’s going to be looking for some serious payback sometime soon!

"Home" by Three Days Grace hits the PA system, as the EMTs try to hold Lazerus back, and security trying to calm Tim Torn down, he punches each and every one of them away. Tim Torn points at Lazerus, saying this isn’t over with. Lazerus just nods, as we go to a commercial break.

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