[ Both of the Michaels flip Becca the bird before they head through the big curtain. In teh ring Becca seems less than thrilled at that disrespect. But as she's throwing a tantrum, the show fades into a short video package hyping Lawler vs Styles.

 With that the cameras go to the ring where Sabrina is standing a midst.

Sabrina, "Ladies and Gentlemen…… The Following contest has been sanctioned as a No Disqualifications Match! (Crowd pops) It has been set for ONEFALL and there will be No Time Limit…"

Suddenly Burning Bridges by 22 Gone Blasts over the PA making the crowd offer a pretty strong pop.

Fecca, "That sounds familiar… Is that…"

Before he can conclude his question the curtain swishes to the side and jumping out from behind it is none other than…

Fecca, "JAKE FROST! JAKE FROST! JAKE FROST IS HERE AT PEE DUBBYA TEE FINAL VERDICT!!!"

Frost comes flying onto the stage in a fashion similar to a face Edge and the crowd is eating it up.

Sabrina, "At this time it is my pleasure to introduce our very special Guest Commentator… Former Tag Team Champion JAKE_FROST!"

Frost begins heading down the ramp with great energy, slapping hands with the fans. It’s evident that he’s as excited to be here as they are to have him here. We can see a few random fans throwing up the "rock" symbol (\m/) which Jake gladly flashes back to them, making them grow even louder.

Fecca, "Well Apparently… Apparently Jake Frost has been invited to take Eddie Styles spot on color commentary for this match between the King and Styles!"

Frost gets to the ringside mats and begins walking around slapping hands with the fans as he goes. He makes his way around the ring and finally to the commentary table where Fecca is sitting. Fecca stands up and greets Frost with a hand shake as Frost begins placing a headset on.

Fecca, "Jake Frost! Welcome to Professional Wrestling Today! I’m Bobby Fecca and it’s a pleasure to have ya!"

Frost finishes shaking Fecca’s hand as he says, "Thanks a lot Bobby. It’s a pleasure to be here, LIVE in Savannah Georgia… Not to far away from the ol’ KC."

Fecca, "Absolutly not. So what brings the Anarchist to PWT?"

Jake laughs as they both sit down, "Ah ya know, I got a call from Street askin’ if I’d like to come on out tonight and check the place out… Sit ringside and call the action for a Jerry Lawler match, so I just said f**k, why not."

Fecca, "Good deal, good deal… One thing though…"

Jake, "What’s up?"

Fecca, "Gotta steer clear of the F Word Mr. Frost."

Frost laughs, "Absolutely, Absolutely… My bad man."

Fecca laughs, "It’s all good… Ya know in Pee Dubbya Tee ya just can’t say the F Word."

Frost, "Did you just sing that sentence?"

Fecca, "You’d have to be a Hank Williams Junior fan I suppose…"

The scenes fade to the ramp when we hear those oh so famous words…

"En… Doubah-you… Oh"

The Tron is playing the nWo video as the screen has become black and white for our viewers at home…

Fecca, "What the Hell…"

Jake, "Sweet, I get to see Jerry Lawler AND Scott Hall! Hey Yo!"

Finally, out from behind the curtain with a very arrogant, Eric Bischoff nWo style entrance comes none other than Eddie Styles.

Fecca, "My… God… We are so sued."

The crowd boos as Sabrina announces, "Introducing First… Making his way from Detroit Michigan and weighing in this evening at two hundred and eleven pounds… He is Shockwave’s Color Analyst… EDDIE_STYYYLEEESSS!"

The fans are still booing as Eddie gets a few feet down the ramp and stops, smirking a very arrogant smirk as the nWo theme continues to echo through-out the arena. He then turns sideways and throws his arms over in a very nWoish method of pointing to the curtain. The curtain moves and from behind it, bouncing about, is Bryant Montgomery. As he bounces his way off to the side, we then see the curtain move again as Damon Hades steps forward.

Fecca, "What the Hell…"
Frost, "Looks like ol’ Eddie-Spaghetti got himself an insurance policy."

Damon Stands in the center of the stage just under the PWT-A-Tron as Eddie stands upright with a smirk on his face and Bryant just points to the big man with both hands reminding him verbally that He Is The Man!

Fecca, "Eddie Styles sits out here week in and week out bad mouthing Bryant Montgomery, joining me in a brigade of insults toward the lesser end of the McCallister gene pool, yet now he’s gone and enlisted his services for this match?!"

Frost, "Hey man, sometimes in this business ya gotta do things that you may not like ethically or in general; But they gotta be done to get ahead man."

Eddie Styles finally gets to the steel stairs, just as smug as ever as he actually struts up the stairs in a Jericho like fashion. Eddie slams his left foot onto the canvas, then his right as he spins around, leaning back on the ropes ala Y2J. His smirk trails from ear to ear as the fans are booing as loudly as they’ve booed all night. Eddie’s eatin it up though as he just smirks, ducks down and enters the ring between the second and third ropes. Bryant and Damon get to ringside and Bryant motions for Damon to duck down. Damon does so and Bryant places a hand beside his mouth to block the camera from seeing his lips as he quietly gives directions to the seven foot monster Damon Hades. Hades seems comprehensive of Montgomery’s instructions as he slowly rises straight and Bryant proceeds over toward the commentary table. Bryant walks over and grabs a chair on the opposite side of Fecca that Frost is on.

Montgomery, "GOOD LAWD is it good to be back on TEE-VEE! The Million Dolla grin, getting’ petted more than Rin-Tin-Tin… The One Man Power Hour, Don’t Got to be tall to tower, Errect like the Empire State, Drawin’ more bling bling than Bill Gate, The King outside the ring with the hype that makes ya go…"

Frost, "What’s been up Bryant?"

Bryant cocks an odd eyebrow as his head quickly turns to frost, "Who in the Hell are you?!"

Frost, "Jake Frost. I was workin BUD during your brief managerial reign."

Bryant, "Janitor?"

Frost, "Tag champion."

Bryant, "Wow, must have been a great champ if I was runnin the place and don’t know who the Hell you are."

Frost, "Must have been a good call to get rid of ya if you were runnin the place and didn’t know who the Hell your tag team champions were."

Bryant snickers, and then his eyes grow wide as he says, "WAIT! I know! You were the kid that teamed with the goofy lookin bastard and got his ass beat by Asshole Inc! I remember ya now"

Finally the screen changes back to color as the nWo theme fades and we see Eddie handing his jacket to referee Billy Jo.

Frost, "So how are things goin livin in your brother’s shadow?"
Bryant, "Wouldn’t know, but speaking of living in someone’s shadow, how’s RJ these days? You guys were great in Divine Interven… (Sarcastic laugh) Oh wait, that’s right… He beat your ass and left you for D.I."

Jerry Lawler’s theme begins as the crowd erupts and Sabrina announces, "AND FINALLY… Making his way from Memphis Tennessee… He is the most recognized color analyist in professional wrestling, and currently the Colorized voice of Double-You, Double-You, Eee Monday Night Raw… He is Jerry_"THE KING" LAWWWWWWLERRR!"

The crowd goes nuts as Jerry Lawler steps from behind the curtain with a look of determination on his face.

Fecca, "Jerry The King Lawler making his way to PWT for a one night only bout against my broadcast colleague Eddie Styles, and folks this one’s not gonna be the wrestling "clinic" we hear Seifer often refer to, nor will be an instant classic… This is gonna be rough, tough, squeamish, and damned sure not pretty."
Frost, "Kinda like sitting through one of Bryant’s promos."
Bryant, "Cute. Did RJ teach ya how to work that mouth or had you already acquired enough oral practice by the time you reached him."
Frost, "Jealous? F*g."
Bryant, "Pfft… Whatever."
Fecca, "Can we not use degrading slurs please…"
Bryant, "Yeah qu**rbag."
Fecca, "BRYANT!"
Frost, "C**ksmoke."
Fecca, "JAKE!"
Bryant, "Douche-guzzler."
Fecca, "BRYANT!"
Frost, "Condom cleaner."
Fecca, "DAMN IT YOU’RE BOTH ON TIME OUT!"
Bryant, "Awe don’t get mad Bob, Your boyfriend’s not gonna hate on ya just cause a couple of dudes next to you are bashing your sexuality."
Frost, "I’m not bashing his sexuality. If he’s gay that’s his prerogative, I’m bashing you and your lack of manhood."
Bryant, "Bitch I’m in comparision to the Sears Tower."
Frost, "Acording to Damon you’re hung like a baby."
Bryant, "Damn straight… Nine pounds ten ounces!"
Frost, "So you don’t deny Damon Hades having seen your penis?"
Bryant, "Effin’ A Son… HOLD UP, WHAT?!"

By this time Jerry Lawler is making his way up the stairs. He walks onto the canvas and stairs down at the big man at ringside. Lawler then enters the ring via the second and third ropes and is almost instantly tripped up by our resident ogre. Lawler spins around and points down at Hades while talking some trash, but Styles runs and nails the King with a running Axehandle smash to the back.

The King drops to a knee and Referee Billy Jo calls for the opening bell.
Fecca, "Styles grabbing a cheap start."
Bryant, "A Smart start."
Frost, "Smart, but equally cheap."
Eddie is punching away at the Kingfish until he feels he has him jarred and then grabs him by the head and pulls him up to his feet. Styles delivers a karate chop to the gut of Lawler and then spins around with a fairly impressive round house kick that drops the King and draws some strong heat from the crowd.
Fecca, "I wasn’t aware that Eddie had studied Martial Arts."
Bryant, "Pfft, he didn’t Study Martial arts. He took the Ruckus approach and played Mortal Combat before his match."
Fecca, "Pretty impressive never the less."
Bryant, "Nah, he’s putting up a smoke screen, a "front" if you will… Like I said, he’s taking the Ruckus approach."
Styles, however, is far more impressed with himself than Bryant is. Styles begins jumping around, clearly ecstatic that he’s owning the King. He runs to the far turnbuckle, jumping on the second rope and pointing at a booing fan as he yells, "WHO’S KING NOW, HUH? WHO’S DA KING NOW!"
Eddie Hops down with a smirk on his face and turns around just in time to receive a stiff right hand to the mouth. Styles drops like a bag of bricks and immediately rolls under the bottom rope as the crowd erupts. Lawler exits the ropes but stays on the canvas. He walks over to the turnbuckles and climbs up onto the second rope, sitting on the top rope as Eddie’s getting up. Eddie staggers to his feet and Lawler leaps off… BAM!
Fecca, "BAH GAWD, WHAT AN AXEHANDLE!"
Frost, "The King is primed man!"
Bryant, "The King is old, Eddie Styles has got it, I’ll guarantee it."
Maybe, but the fans are eating this up. Lawler picks up Styles and presses his back against the black padding of the fan barricade. Lawler then delivers a chop to the chest, followed by a second chop to the chest, and then a stiff right hand to the jaw, another stiff right hand to the jaw…
Crowd: JER-RY, JER-RY, JER-RY, JER-RY, JER-RY, JER-RY, JER-RY, JER-RY, JER-RY, JER-RY, JER-RY, JER-RY, JER-RY, JER-RY, JER-RY, JER-RY…
Lawler pulls Styles up by his jaw, picks him up as if to deliver the snake eyes or Oklahoma slam, and then drops him face first on the barricade. The crowd erupts as Eddie bounces back and hits the black mats hard. Lawler then bends down and grabs Styles by the head, picking him up to his feet before he grabs him by the pants and neck and sends him back into the ring. Eddie rolls to his chest holding his face from the barricade shot as Lawler throws the ring apron up and begins fishing under the ring. Lawler withdraws a tied up plastic grocery bag with a perplexed look upon his face. He glances about, shrugs, and rips it open. He withdraws a rubber hand with some kind of goopy Jell. On the wrist band it says "Mark Henry Jr." Lawler lets out his trademark scream and quickly throws the hand into the crowd, preying to never see the lover child… erm.. hand of Mae Young and Mark Henry’s again. He goes back under the ring but this time he withdraws a garbage can full of random objects. The crowd pops as forign objects equal ratings, and Lawler tosses the can up and over the top rope as a few contents such as a Kendo stick and a "55 MPH" Road sign fall out. Lawler slides into the ring and by this time ol’ Edward is staggering up to his feet. Lawler grabs the Kendo stick and shrugs as he awaits Eddie. Eddie turns around and Lawler swings for the fences…. Well… The lower level fences.
Fecca, "OUCH! Shades of Lawler’s EeeCeeDubbya feud with Tommy Dreamer right their."
Styles immediately hits the mat, holding himself in pain as the crowd is going wild. Lawler drops the Kendo stick and grabs the speed limit sign. He draws the sign high above his head, and then slams it down on Eddie’s back with enough force to send it flying from his grip upon impact. Eddie screams out in pain but Lawler doesn’t seem to care and the fans are eating it up. Lawler walks over to the ropes and calls for a microphone.
Lawler, "Hmm… Not too bad for an oldtimmer on the verge of "breaking his hip" huh? (Crowd pops)… How would you people like to see Eddie Styles with a broken bone? (Crowd erupts)."
Lawler tosses the mic out of the ring and walks over to the trash can, picking it up and dumping the contents out at the ringside floor. Lawler then places the trash can down on the mat and picks up Styles’ basically lifeless body. The King places Eddie’s head between the royal legs and looks like he’s getting’ ready for a piledriver.
Fecca, "Awe come on King… He deserves it, he damned well deserves it, but don’t put this man’s life on your conscious."
For the first time since the match started, Damon Hades actually moves, climbing up onto the ring apron. King glances over and immediately discards Eddie. Damon starts climbing over the top rope so Jerry bends down and grabs the trash can that was originally set up to be Styles’ finish. He jolts across the ring and WRAP! Right over the head of the 500 plus pounder. Damon stands, seemingly un-phased with a leg on either side of the ropes. Lawler goes back a couple of steps and rushes forward, again with a running trash can shot over the head, but again, hardly any effect. Lawler tosses the trash can to the side and grabs the Kendo stick. He charges again and wraps Hades right across the side of the head, giving a huge echo through out the entire arena that makes the crowd give an "OoooOOo" sound.
Fecca, "Bah Gawd, The King’s hittin like a prime Hank Aaron."
But Hades is still standing, so what the Hell, just one more Aaron like swing… THWACK! Damon refuses to move and Lawler can’t believe it… But after a brief moment the big man finally falls back, his leg coming back over the top rope as he lands on the outside and canvas and rolls off to the ringside floor. The crowd is going absolutely berserk for the Memphis Icon at this point, but Lawler doesn’t realize that Styles is on his feet in the opposing corner and appears to be concealing something. Lawler turns around and starts walking over toward Styles. Styles suddenly twists around and sparks something in his hand, creating a fire ball. He goes to toss it at Lawler but he burns his own hand and drops it. He begins flailing about, waving his hand as he yells in pain.
Fecca, "Styles just tried to pull a classic out of Lawler’s play book and bah gawd he got burned! Literally!"
Bryant, "That was a riot… Leave the comedy to the comedians."
Frost, "It’s funnier than any of the jokes you’ve had… Well, except for your career."
Lawler appears to be in disbelief that Eddie Styles, EDDIE FLIPPIN STYLES just tried to toss a fireball at him. The last time a fireball was fluffed that bad? Hollywood Hulk Hogan Verses "The Renegade." Lawler just shakes his head and says "You wanta play with fire?!" Lawler grabs him by the back of the head and smashes his face off the top turnbuckle. Eddie stumbles back and the King picks him up and delivers a Manhattan drop. Styles grabs his groin in pain and Lawler delivers a quick but fairly powerless Clothesline, dropping Eddie to the mat. Eddie grabs his neck and slowly rolls to his chest as Lawler turns his back and looks as suspicious as Eddie did moments ago. Eddie Slowly pulls himself up and Lawler spins around and throws a fireball of his own, nailing Styles dead on. Eddie flies back onto the mat, holding his face as he screams in pain.
The crowd erupts as Fecca says, "OHH… I Know Styles brought that on himself, but all things considered I think that may have been a bit un-necessary by the King."
Frost, "No DQ Bobby… It’s as legal as a headlock."
Fecca, "I’m not arguing Legalities, but empathy."
Frost, "How do ya empathize with a guy who just tried to burn your face?"
Fecca sighs, "Fair enough."
Bryant, "Let me explain something… Bryant Montgomery is at the commentary table, and Bryant Montgomery equals ratings. However, for this formula to work we have to add the exponent of You Two shut the F**k up to the Second power."
Frost, "For you to equal ratings the entire viewing public would have to equal mentally challenged."
Bryant, "I’m not gonna argue the retardation of PWT Fans. You’ve gotta be mentally challenged to watch this crap when BUDs on the air."
Frost, "BUD’s a great company, but from the little time I’ve been here I can damn sure tell that PWT is as well… And in all honest Bry, if you don’t like it then leave."
Bryant, "Sorry, I’m not a quitter, but if I change my mind I’ll come to you for lessons."
Fecca, "Frost makes a damn good point."
Bryant, "You make a damn good "Shut the F**k Up"!"
Back in the ring Eddie’s still shuttering in pain as the official is down on a knee trying to see if he’s alright. Lawler’s leaning back in the corner and actually appears to have a look of concern on his face. Lawler shakes his head and walks over to Eddie. He bends down to check on Eddie himself but Styles suddenly throws up a fist full of powder.
Fecca, "THAT DIRTY SON OF A…"
Bryant, "Genius!"
Lawler stumbles back and tries to wipe the power from his eyes as Eddie gets up rather quickly. He points down to the outside where Hades is back to his feet and yells "GET YOUR ASS IN HERE!" Damon looks over to the commentary table and Bryant nods. Damon steps up onto the ring apron and over the top rope as we see The King swinging aimlessly in his blindness. He finally decides to take a risk as he runs back a foot or so and bounces off the ropes. He comes running, telegraphing a shoulder block but Damon puts up his big boot and floors the blinded Jerry Lawler to the fans chagrin.
Bryant, "Gee, I’d love to chat fellas but that’s my queue."
Bryant gets up and drops the head set as he darts off and slides under the bottom rope. Damon bends down and grabs Lawler, lifting him up off the mat as the crowd is still booing. Damon then throws King between the monstrous legs as Eddie slides out of the ring. Damon keeps Lawler in the set up for a piledriver or powerbomb as Eddie fishes under the ring and withdraws a table. The crowd is booing hard, obviously not wanting to see one of their all time favorites going through a table. Styles slides the table into the ring and Bryant begins setting it up.
Fecca, "AWE COME ON, THIS ISN’T NECESSARY."
Frost, "This is pretty f**ked up."
Bryant gets the table set up right infront of Damon. Hades hoists The King into the air, looking for a powerbomb but Lawler holds onto Damon’s neck with his left hand and begins throwing quick right hands to the head of Hades. The crowd erupts but the celebration is short lived as Montgomery picks up the Kendo stick and wraps Lawler in the back of the head. Lawler goes limp atop of the shoulders of the seven foot Damon Hades. Hades then slips Lawler back, grabbing his arms for a Crucifix Powerbomb (AKA The Outsiders or Razor’s Edge.).
Fecca,"DON’T DO THIS!"
Frost, "F**k this."
We hear the headset drop and almost instantly we see former BUD Tag Team champion Jake Frost slide into the ring. The crowd erupts and Eddie Styles turns around just in time to receive a spinning heel kick. Damon releases Lawler, letting him fall behind Hades’s back as Jake gets up with great speed and watches Bryant turn around only to end up drop kicking Montgomery to the mat. The crowd is erupting as both Eddie and Bryant have rolled out of the ring on separate sides and now it’s just Damon Hades and Jake Frost.
Fecca, "JAKE FROST HAS COME TO THE AID OF JERRY LAWLER AND NOW HE’S STANDING FEARLESS AGAINST THIS… THIS… MONSTER!"
Before any further thought can be processed Frost lunges forward and begins giving high punches, barely getting Hades in the jaw, but connecting never the less. After an absolute onslaught of right hands Jake has Damon’s back against the ropes. Jake goes backs up a few steps and charges forward, probably thinking of a clothesline or spinning heal kick to send the big man over but Damon catches him right around the throat. Damon hoists him up and then slams him down with a pretty decent chokeslam. The crowd begins booing as Frost lays flat on the mat. Both Eddie and Bryant slide back in the ring and begin putting the boots to Frost on the mat. But the crowd suddenly pops… Lawler appears to be back on his feet. He charges out of the corner and wraps Bryant in the back of the neck. Bryant hits the mat and Lawler swings and taps Eddie’s jaw with a right hand, dropping Eddie Styles. Damon, however, throws his huge right paw before Lawler can try and get to him. Lawler flies to the mat and flips up and over himself, landing on his knees. He grabs his jaw, trying to move it to see if it’s broken before he gets up. Lawler slowly walks backwards till his back is against the ropes and Hades is offering very slow chase, but chase never the less. Hades gets about two feet away from the King when we see Jake up in the background with a Kendostick in hand.
Fecca, "This can’t be good for Hades…"

Man: Jimmy, their ready for you!!!

Jimmy: It's about time, I have been waiting for 45 f*cking minutes to do this!!

[ Jimmy then is seen grabbing the Titanium Championship, only then making his way down the long hallway. Jimmy then turns right in the upcoming hallway as he see's workers setting up sets for future promos and interviews. Jimmy then looks to his right to notice a bunch of wrestlers standing around trying to see who they can get to go into the women's locker room to get a video of the women undressing. Jimmy smirks as he ignores them as one man finally gets the courage to do it, and makes his way into the women's locker room. Jimmy then continues down the hallway, there is a cold draft that is blowing around the main stage entrance. Jimmy brushes it off as he then reaches the top of the rampway. Jimmy then nods as "Right Now" by Korn hits as black, white and blue spotlights flicker all over the area. On the top of the stage you notice a good few puffs of smoke fly up, as the spotlights shoot through the smoke, a male figure appears on the rampway.

Sabrina: Making his way to the ring, from Las Vegas Nevada, He is the self proclaimed TITANium Champion...JIMMY STRYKER!!!!!

Fecca: What the hell is he doing out here? After stealing the Titanium title and saying he is the proclaimed champion that is sick!!! But think about it, what kind of man would steal a championship anyways? Maybe he will tell us all who is joining him in his stable!!

[ The lights continue to flicker as the man makes his way down the rampway. The puffs of smoke shoot up every step that he makes, while on the way to the ring. While on his short walk. is a white spotlight that has shown about the halfway point to the ring as the big light and the flickers begin to work together. There you can see the man sliding in underneath the bottom rope as the lights continue to flicker over and over the dark black, the white bright color and the dark blue,as he is in the ring ready for his segment to begin while the lights in the area, slowly make their way back to normal. Jimmy is then handed a mic as he fixes the titanium championship over his left shoulder.

Jimmy: Now you all know what happened last week at Sunday Night Shockwave. Goldust and Marlena decided to have some fun and kick me in the balls. Well I got something out of it. I got this title. Yeah Goldust and Marlena were smart. They got me what I wanted, and they are sticking with me all the way through it. Which speaks for itself. You fans never appreciate this man. You never gave them a chance. You always think that someone different is never going to amount to much. But hey the guy has a beef with Seifer. He and I both do. He and I wanted to do something as a team. So what happened, I helped Goldust beat the shit out of Seifer, and then Marlena hands me the Titanium title which was coming to me anyways. So without further ado, I now name the first person to join up with me. He is a man who helped me get this title over my right shoulder and of course his managerial woman.... The man is none other than GOLDUST!!!

[ The lights go from normal to yellow and suddenly, Gold-Lust by WWE Productions and out walks Goldust accompanied by Marlenamakes his way out onto the rampway. Goldust then stops as he looks into the eyes of Marlena, as the two share a small kiss. Goldust the raises his arms into the air as a taunt which releases golden confetti, which falls all over the arena. Goldust and Marlena walk down the entrance ramp slowly and gets into the ring after climbing the steel steps. He climbs up a turnbuckle and does his signature arm taunt and then stops and looks at Jimmy while patting him on the shoulder where the Titanium Title sits as the two shake hands!!

Fecca: What the f*ck? A guy dressed in Gold!!

[ Goldust grabs a microphone

Jimmy: Well Goldust, I must say that this is a surprise to all these idiots in the crowd. I thought that no one would understand that you would be introduced first since you and I took out Seifer last week.

Goldust: Goldust did something no one expected when I helped Jimmy get one over on Seifer and I'm going to continue to bring the unexpected when I work with the Criminal Masterminds and make sure that the whole world never forgets the name of *inhales and exhales a breath followed with a chomp* Goldust!

Jimmy: Now you have it all right!! You know something i'm sure as hell certain that Seifer will lose tonight, but you know something else, you have nothing to worry about. People never saw it coming!! Seifer knew that you would come to me, since I was #1 contender for this title I have over my shoulder, and that I would do anything to get it!! Then I gave you another opportunity, to do what it was that should of been done in the first place and that is to take down Seifer. You know it and I know it, that you and I make an odd pair, but you have the opportunity of a lifetime with us, and you will become better than ever.

[ Jimmy pauses a moment as Goldust and Marlena step to the side of him as they start speaking to one another a moment. Jimmy smirks as he then turns around and starts to speak one more time.

Fecca: Now who?

Jimmy: Now onto my second person, he is a man who came to me first asking me about wanting to be in my group!! People always come asking and I tell them to take a hike because they have nothing to do with this business. But not this man. This man has everything that we need. He has power, smarts, and he dosen't give a f*ck about any one of you, because he is going to make these people pay!! He is going to make you all think about wanting to double cross us...... This man is none other than....DEMENTED!!!

[ The lights begin flickering on and then off all throughout the arena. "Never Enough" by Papa Roach blasts over the pa system and the fans, probably because of the song, erupt with applause. Sabrina - "Ladies and gentleman, making his way to the ring at this time, from Parts Unknown...weighing in at 326 pounds, DEEEEEMENTTTTEDD!!!" Demented appears from behind the curtains and makes his way down the rampway and toward the ring. Jimmy and Goldust then step back as Demented gets into the ring as he and Jimmy shake hands with one another. He then shakes the hand of Goldust as Demented is handed a mic.

Demented: Now look at what we have here. Five guys who aprreciate nothing more than causing pain and a little harmful tendencies to other fools who dare cross us. Look at me, I am 7 ft tall and 326 pounds. I can cause you pain. Now together as a team with all of you, I will now begin to inflict pain, watch the back of my team mates and make sure that we are the most dominant team that this business will ever see!!!

Fecca: This dude seems serious!! Why is Stryker, recruiting these guys?

Jimmy: Now the third man, I have worked with before. He is a man of many faces, many battles, and has a heart for the sport. Dont think I recruited him cause of what he did in the past. Cause then i'll just tell you to fuck off!! He is a man who I believe can help this group of individuals along with me, a true legend!!!

[ The crowd boo's loudly as Goldust and Demented just flip em all off

Jimmy: So without further ado, well yeah it can wait a minute because I want to speak some more cause I am the champion of course but the next man on my list This guy needs no introduction, but he needs a kick in the ass to get him in the right direction. This guy seems to be tough and he has shown me that he can get it done if he wants to. So ladies and gentlemen, I give you Dark Child aka JAMAL ATKINS!!!!!

Fecca: What the hell? And there is still one more to come!!!

[ The lights in the arena begin to flicker as "Hate Me Now" by Nas begins to play. The fans explode with booing. Jamal then comes out flipping everyone off as he just walks down the ramp and gets into the ring. Jamal Atkins flips off everyone once again and then goes and stands near the corner looking up towards the entrance ramp.

Fecca: Check it out, the two men are shaking hands. What can we expect from this?

Jamal Atkins: " All I want to say is thank you Jim, you and I we have had our differences, I know we weren't the best of friends but I think we can change that.. You see, I never really liked you at all, because you left Obie and I us so called Jobbers to rot.. but after all that I have came ti\o respect you. I have come to terms with why you left us... but lets one dwell on the past lets look at the future.. The future is Now.. Criminal Masterminds... We will rule all of PWT. Seifer, Damien Collins, DVD and anyone who thinks they can beat us.. well they got another thing coming,, because we dont bow to NOBODY!! Were the masters.. you bow to US!! I just gave you fair warning... BEWARE!!!!!!

Jimmy: Last but not least, and boy you can tell he had a lot of fight in him,damn Atkins you'll get your chance to rip the heads off the opponents soon, He is one of the people I am mentoring right now. He must be damn good for me to mentor him, but hey, I gave him a chance because he deserves it. I gave him the opportunity because he makes an effort. He does not slack around, he does not play games, and I know for a fact that I can trust him, and I am a man who hardly trusts anyone anymore. This man is none other than.........

[ The lights turn off, and a single blue spotlight is on the entranceway. "Wasteland" by 10 Years begins to play as a dark image begins to walk on onto the walkway. He stops, looks around the audience, and jumps up alluding to some pyrotechnics. Just a single shot of smoke comes out, and the fans start to laugh. He than proceeds to run to the ring and slides in under the bottom rope. Flipside jumps up hoping for something better and just another single puff of smoke, but than the lights go out again. You hear a voice shout "its time for the flipside" and instantaneously there is some sparks and smoke coming from the ring and the entranceway. Flipside stands in the ring with his arms crossed, shaking his head at the audience. The audience responds with cheers.

Jimmy: Yeah thats right the new kid on the block FLIPSIDE!!!!!!

Fecca: What the hell? This is a conspiracy!!

Jimmy: Now I want you all to realize something before I let this man speak. I have yet to decide on what i am going to do with the rest of the time I was allowed. As soon as Flipside gets to say his piece, then I will finish up. Until then you call all shut your fucking mouths so this man can speak!!!!

Flipside: Flipside: Styker has made the right decision in making me part of Criminal Minds. I will help our stable become the best one out there, and make sure that Criminal Minds strikes fear in other stables. A band of brothers, a clash of cousins... we have honor, loyalty, and respect. But above all, we are the best out there. Thank you Styker, I really appreciate this chance you have given me.

Jimmy: Well there you have it folks. 4 men who are worthy title contenders in the future have joined up with the Chaotic Mastermind to make PWT a better place. To clean up the scum that have infested this business. For a fact of the matter, I have been in this situation before. So therefore I present to you, the new shockwave of entertainment, the men who will not stand with me, in this very ring, and from now on, playing with peoples minds and loving it......

All five men: THE CRIMINAL MASTERMINDS!!!!!!!!

Fecca: Hell, nothing seems different. Unlike other stables, these 5 men will not only wrestler by themselves, but who knows where the others will be at that time. You can expect all hell to break loose.

Sabrina: Entering the arena first, standing six feet and four inches and weighing in at two hundred an fifty-five pounds......BOBBY JOHNSON!!!!

Fecca: I wonder who's going to be the next person out here for this match....

KK: Well hell son, it really doesn't make a damn difference to me who the next silly sumbitch is! I just want to see somebody get their ass whipped in that contraption.

Fecca: My color guy tonight ladies and gents...

Fecca, "Bah gawd, what a display of sheer mayhem and violence…"
KK, "That wasn’t too bad, not too bad at all."
Fecca, "With all do respect…"
KK, "What?"
Fecca, "Uh… Nevermind. Well folks, this is what it’s all come down too… The PWT Heavyweight Championship match between PWT’s homegrown hero Damien Collins against the mainstream mass media Icon in The Immortal Seifer… Lets show ya how this one, came about."

With that Cocky begins to play over the PA as we go to the tron with video package showing random clips of things leading up to the main event…

*MAIN EVENT VIDEO PACKAGE*

The cameras then fade to the ring where we actually find former WWE Announcer, Howard Finkle.

Finkle, "Ladies and Gentlemen, I am Howard "The Fink" Finkle, and it is my PLEEEEEASURE to be here in Professional Wrestling Today to announce the Final Verdict MAIN EVVENT!"

The crowd pops as Finkle glances down at his index cards.

Finkle, "The Following contest has been scheduled for ONEFALL… There will be a ONE HOUR Time Limit! This contest IS for the Pee Double-You Tee HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP OF THE WORRRRRLDD!!!"

The crowd goes nuts as Hate in ya Eyes by Chamillionaire Blasts over the PA and the cameras slowly fade to the stage.

The lights dim as the tron sparks to life and "Hate In Ya Eyes" by Chamillionaire blares throughout the arena. Up on the screen is a shot of a turquoise colored ocean as it begins to move faster and faster to the city of Miami. The stage begins to become covered in a white fog.

As the music begins to pick up Seifer is seen up on the titantron, the backround is now a mixture of Miami and Seifer as he is seen hitting his Trademark moves on various opponents spread throughout his illustrious career. The view continues showing him in a wide range of his past matches all the while flashing shots of the city, almost intertwined with each other.

As the music continues to echo throughout the arena Seifer makes his way out to the entrance stage completely engulfed in a thick fog as the lights are still dimmed. Behind him shines a fascinating array of greenish laser lights focused on him and down towards the ring.

Finkle, "INTRODUCING FIRST... The Challenger... Making his way from Miami Florida and weighing in on this evening at 242 Pounds... He is the PWT Titanium Champion and one of the most highly respected performers on the circuit today... The Immortal SEIIIIIIIIIIIFERRRR!!!"

As he treads down the ramp silver and turquoise strobe lights begin to flash rapidly around the arena while behind him the greenish looking laser lights continue to shine towards the ring, making it seem as if Seifer was walking in the light as he nears the ring. Seifer stands on the outside, looking into the ring, he then lowers his head and jumps up onto the apron, grabbing the top rope and arching his back backwards as a set of explosions from the top blast down. 

He slowly moves his body between the top two ropes before spinning around with his hands in the air as he looks out at the masses, the lights finally lighten as the music comes to an end.

Damien Collins has eyes locked on those of Seifer as Seifer has dropped his usual arrogant smirk for a very serious look. It’s evident that both these men have come to handle their business. Collins theme slowly fades as senior referee Tim White is padding the champ down. The Champ doesn’t resist but he doesn’t take his eyes off of Seifer either.

Fecca, "It’s no secret that Damien Collins doesn’t have a lot of good feelings toward Seifer."
KK, "This isn’t bout good feelings, it’s about that man’s championship and he ain’t lookin to leave here with out it."

The official now has moved over and is padding down Seifer. Just like DC, Seifer doesn’t resist nor does he take his eyes off of the champion. Finally White decides both men are clean and he begins explaining the rules of the bout to the opponents at the center of the ring. Both men nod slightly, showing they understand what White is saying…

White, "… I expect a good, clean, match… The fans want to see a solid winner, don’t give me a reason to give em’ anything different!"

With that the official calls for the bell as DC and Seifer slowly begin circling each other. Finally both Seifer and DC lunge forward and lock in a very strong neck and elbow grapple. The two are pressed forehead to forehead with nothing but their oppositions demise in mind. Seifer seems to be able to muster a little more strength as he ends up pressing Collins down to a knee while maintaining the grapple. Damien isn’t quick to give up the struggle though, and he slowly makes his way back up to his feet and then he actually finds himself on the upper hand, pressing the Titanium champion down to a knee. The Immortal one fights his way back up to his feet and violently shoves Collins, breaking the grapple and sending DC back a couple steps. The crowd pops as the Heavyweight and Titanium champions begin circling methodically again. They both lunge forward for the grapple again but Seifer ducks down and sweeps the legs of the Champ. DC drops to the mat and Seifer quickly applies a sideheadlock, which almost looks like a modified crippler crossface. Collins struggles but he quickly draws his legs under himself, applying his weight on his knees and popping his legs out in order to offer himself a wide and stable base. Seifer is up to a knee as Collins is in a position very similar to the "down" position in amateur wrestling. Collins continues to struggle but he slowly fights up to his feet until he’s in a basic standing side headlock. Collins shoves Seifer, making Seifer break the hold and dart across the ring. Seifer bounces off the ropes and comes back as Collins plants his feet and goes for a hip toss. Seifer is sent up and over but he lands on his feet and continues to dart across the ring. The Immortal one bounces off the far ropes and comes back as Damien drops to the mat, making Seifer jump over the champion. Collins pops up as Seifer gets back to his original ropes. Seifer bounces off and ducks down as Damien leaps up, leap frogging the Titanium champion. Seifer again bounces off the far ropes and comes back as Collins quickly ducks down and then pops up, sending Seifer up and over with a basic back body drop. Seifer hits the mat hard and grabs his back but he quickly gets up to his feet. Collins drops down and delivers a basic fireman’s carry. Seifer lands on his ass and Damien applies an equally basic rear chinlock (weaker version of the sleeper).
Fecca, "Fireman’s carry into the rear chinlock… Thus far this has been quite a wrestling match… And I do emphasize wrestling."
KK, "That’s all fine and good, but if they think they’re gonna be able to just use basic wrestlin’ holds all day to get the job done they’re sadly mistaken."
Back in the ring Seifer has been quick to pop up to a knee, making Collins get to his feet. Seifer gets to his feet and then swings an arm around Damien’s waist, grabbing the champ and hoisting him up into the air and dropping back with an inverted high angle suplex. Collins grabs his back but both men are quick to get up to their feet and they re-enter the grapple. Seifer quickly breaks the grapple as he grabs Damien’s wrist and pushes him against the ropes before yanking him off via the Irish whip, sending the Champ across the ring. Collins bounces off the far ropes and comes back as Seifer goes for what we assume to be a clothesline at first, but he ends up wrapping Collins’ head in a tightly applied Sleeper submission hold. The crowd erupts as Damien begins waving his arms in a struggle to get free.
Fecca, "The Immortal one really has that hold synched in."
The official throws his hand up between Seifer’s arm and Collins’ throat to verify that the hold is legal, and apparently it is as he doesn’t call for the break. Damien is fighting but their in the dead center of the ring and there doesn’t appear to be an out… But it appears that Damien is innovative as he quickly reaches up with both arms, wrapping them around Seifer’s head before he quickly drops to his ass, delivering an inverted jawbreaker. Seifer releases the hold and stumbles back as the crowd again erupts. DC hops up and runs back, bouncing off the ropes before he comes across and leaps into the air with a running crossbody. DC’s chest collides with the Immortal chest, taking Seifer down to the mat, but the Immortal one rolls through, ending up ontop of Collins with a lateral press. Seifer waste no time as he pops up, grabbing the legs of Collins and sticking his own leg between the champs legs, looking like he’s fixin to apply the "Immortal Deathlock" (Sharpshooter).
The crowd goes absolutely nuts as Fecca says, "It could be over already! Seifer looking to apply that Immortal deathlock and if he does ya have to believe that Collins would be left with no choice but to… OH!"
KK, "It was too early… Ya don’t win the heavyweight title in under five minutes if you’re wrestlin’ a real champion, and for my money Damien Collins as a damned real champion."
While Seifer was trying to apply the Immortal Deathlock ol’ DC had reversed it into a small package which Seifer quickly kicked out of. Now both Damien Collins and Seifer Jacobs are on their feet in the ring, staring each other down as the crowd applauds loudly.
One portion of the Crowd: LETS GO SEIFER… Second Portion: LETS GO COLLINS… LETS GO SEIFER, LETS GO COLLINS, LETS GO SEIFER, LETS GO COLLINS, LETS GO SEIFER, LETS GO COLLINS, LETS GO SEIFER, LETS GO COLLINS, LETS GO SEIFER, LETS GO COLLINS.
Again DC and Seifer go to grapple but this time Collins ducks the grapple and swings around to the back, applying a rear waist lock. Seifer is pushing down on Damien’s hands, trying to break the champ’s lock… Apparently he’s successful as he quickly whips around, applying his own rear waist lock. Collins now put on the defensive, But Collins is quick to get back on offense as he too breaks the rear waist lock and whips around to Seifer’s back. Collins plants his feet, pops his hips and sends Seifer up and over with a German Suplex. Collins lands with a bridge, holding Seifer for a pin as Tim White counts ……………1………… Not quite two as Seifer powers out. Both men get up to their feet and Collins quickly grabs Seifer’s leg and neck, locking his own hands as he again pops up and delivers a Fisherman’s Suplex (Perfect Plex), maintaining the bridge for a cover. ……………1………… Again not quite two as Seifer powers out. Both men get to their feet and Collins grabs Seifer’s wrist, looking for an Irish whip. DC goes to deliver but is reversed as Seifer sends Collins rushing across the ring and slamming hard against the turnbuckles. Seifer gives chase and leaps up looking for a "Seifer Splash" (Stinger splash) but Collins quickly darts out of the way. Seifer gets his hands out and grabs the top rope, preventing himself from colliding chest first with the turnbuckles. Seifer turns around just in time to get nailed with a Clothesline, driving him back into the turnbuckles. Collins grabs Seifer and pops him up, setting him down on the top turnbuckle. Damien climbs up the ropes, drawing Seifer to his feet. Damien gets his feet on the top rope as he has Seifer locked up in the set up for a vertical suplex… he then hoists Seifer up and falls back, delivering a huge superplex that sends the fans into a frenzy.
Fecca, "That may have just taken this fast paced bout down a couple of marks on the speedometer."
KK, "That’s why heavyweights shouldn’t try and keep a cruiserweights speed. If you’re in a major heavyweight match keepin’ that speed you’re gonna end up doin’ something stupid to bring it to a stop. If these two would just beat the crap out of each other they’d be better off."
Fecca, "I don’t think there’s anything wrong with keeping a fast pace…"
KK, "How many championships you held? That’s what I thought, Shut up."
Back in the ring Collins and Seifer are slowly rolling over to their knees. Both men slowly get to their feet around the same time. Collins rushes over toward Seifer but Seifer side steps and grabs a hold of the back of Damien’s head, using the champ’s momentum to toss him up and over the top rope to the floor in front of the commentary tables. The official begins chastising the Immortal one, but somehow Seifer doesn’t seem overly concerned as he drops down and rolls under the bottom rope. Seifer guides Collins up to his feet and then whips him across the floor till DC twists, making his back collide hare with the padded barricade. Seifer then runs and leaps looking for the Seifer Splash, but again DC Side steps, but this time Seifer isn’t lucky enough to see it coming and he collides chest first with the barricade. Seifer stumbles around grabbing his chest as DC runs and delivers a hard clothesline, knocking the contender to the floor. The crowd is going wild as DC takes a second to slap a few hands at ringside before he bends down and grabs Seif. By the head, pulling him up to his feet. The champ delivers an Irish whip to Seifer, whipping him back first against the ring. DC then goes up to Seifer and with great power he begins unloading some hard right handed knife edge chops to the exposed chest of his challenger.
KK, "Here we go! It’s about time somebody opened up a can-a whoop ass!"
Seifer, however, is quick to pop a thumb into the eye of Damien Collins, making him stumble back holding his eye. Seifer grabs DC by the back of the head and then BAM! He slams his face against the commentary table, bouncing the champs head like a basketball. Collins turns around and Seifer clotheslines Damien onto the commentary table as we see both Bobby Fecca and Kamakazi get up and back as far away as they can while keeping their headsets on. Seifer climbs up onto the table and pulls Collins up to his feet on the table. Seifer sticks the champs head between the immortal legs and appears like he might be getting ready to go for the piledriver… Seifer tries to pick the champ up but he’s kicking about and refusing to get up. Suddenly DC throws his hands on his knees and pushes his body up, sending Seifer flying up and over with a backbody drop. Seifer flies off the table and his feet nick the ring as he drops to the outside mats.
Fecca, "OH MAH GAWD!"
Collins climbs down as the capacity crowd is going absolutely crazy. By this time Tim White has come down to the floor and is being extremely lenient as he’s chosen not to apply the ten count, but he is being very vocal with his suggestion that Collins and Seifer take it back to the ring. Collins bends down grabs Seifer by the hair, pulling him up to his feet as he seems a little out of it.
Fecca, "Damien Collins really adapting a more violent and aggressive style than usual… It’s evident that he wants to defeat Seifer by any means necessary… An attitude that I’m surprised to see in the clean cut Damien Collins."
KK, "Somebody pissed the sum-bitch off and I’m likin’ it."
Collins keeps a fist full of Seifer’s hair with his left hand and then delivers a huge right hand, followed by a second, and then a third. He releases Seifers hair and then THWACK! European Uppercut. Seifer drops back to the floor as the official admonishes Collins. Collins turns to the official and violently yells "SCREW OFF!" Tim White actually double blinks, shocked that Damien Collins, the officials favorite performer to work with, just told him to screw off. Collins bends down and again grabs a fist full of Seifer’s hair, pulling him up to his feet as the split crowd, which has been erupting through out the entire match, continues to do so. Collins grabs Seifer by the wrist and goes for an Irish whip but Seifer suddenly reverses with great power and Damien collides back first against the steel steps, making a huge clashing sound as the steps move a bit. Seifer goes over and begins sticking the boots to Collins, stomping a mudhole in him ala Steve Austin. Seifer than picks the champ up off the mats and with a hold of the back of his head he smashes Damien’s face off the top of the stairs. Collins grabs his nose and stumbles back as Seifer springs forward with the Blood Spiller (Sweet Chin Music), which sends DC Flying back and landing atop of the commentary table again. The crowd is going wild as we see KK and Fecca rush out of the way again. Seifer jumps up onto the ring, then hops up on the center of the top rope…
Fecca, "MAH GAWD…WHAT’S HE GONNA…"
Seifer leaps back in a moonsault, flying through the air as flashes fill the erupting arena. Seifer flies until he comes down and collides chest to chest with Collins, making the entire commentary table explode on impact as the fans go absolutely nuts.
Crowd: HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT…
Seifer and Damien lye in a heap upon the shambles of the commentary table as the fans are flipping out for two of their absolute favorite performers. Tim White is right down amongst the performers, checking to make sure that they’re both alright as Seifer just barely rolls off of Collins while holding his stomach and chest era in clear pain.
Crowd: SEI-FER, SEI-FER, SEI-FER, SEI-FER, SEI-FER, SEI-FER, SEI-FER, SEI-FER, SEI-FER…
In the back drop we can see Fecca trying to get his headset on.
Fecca, "Am… Am I On… I… I Don’t know if I’m on but BAH GAWD what a MOVE! These two young athletes are at our feet, The commentary table is in ruins and so could the careers be of these two phenomenal performers!"
The crowd just hasn’t let up, the pay per view Encore buy rates will be through the roof. Seifer is slowly, VERY slowly, crawling about, trying to find something to help him lift himself up. He grabs up on the black table cloth over the time keepers table and ends up pulling down the table as opposed to pulling himself up. He ends up grabbing the pant leg of Finkle and slowly starts pulling himself to his knees, and then up to his feet. As he arrives to his spaghetti legs the crowd grows even louder than before. He stumbles around as the only movement we’ve seen from Collins is the slow rise and fall of his stomach. Seifer stumbles over to Damien and grabs him by the head and arm, pulling him up to his feet. Seifer guides DC over to the ring and then rolls the Champion in under the bottom rope. The Immortal one slides into the ring and lays across DC’s upper torso as Tim White counts ………………1………………2……………… HIS FOOT’S ON THE ROPE, ROPE BREAK, HIS FOOT’S ON THE ROPE!" The crowd erupts with a mixture of jeers and cheers as Seifer falls back on his knees with a look of frustration on his face. Seifer pulls himself up to his feet as Damien rolls over to his chest.
Fecca, "I… I Don’t Believe it… How the Hell is Collins able to keep goin?!"
KK, "Am I On yet?"
Fecca, "I hear ya big guy… That huge moonsault took out Kamakazi’s audio, but it seems like the technicians got it fixed…"
KK, "G*D DAMN SON, These lil bastards are tearing this place apart!"
Seifer bends down and grabs Collins by the head, pulling him up to his feet. Seifer grabs DC like he’s fixin for a T-Bone suplex but the champ quickly sinks a couple of hard elbows into the head of the Titanium champion, making him release the hold. Collins then wraps his arms around Seifer, pops up and twist around delivering a belly to belly suplex as the crowd pops. Both men lay on the mat breathing heavy.
Fecca, "The desperation move from the champion! These guys have gotta be running on sheer adrenaline!"
KK, "I Don’t give a rats ass what anybody says, professional wrestlers have more heart than any other breed of athlete, and that’s the Kamakazi Truth!"
Tim White has checked both athletes and finds himself with no other choice as he begins counting …………………………1………………………2……………………………3…………………4………………………5……………………6 By now Collins is starting to get to his feet but Seifer’s still down ………………………7……………………8 Collins is pulling himself up the ropes ……………………………9 Collins is staggering but on his feet as Seifer has yet to move……………… Suddenly Seifer "kips up" or jumps up from his back straight to his feet in a fashion similar of The Rock and Shawn Michaels as DC is staggering with his back to the challenger. The fans are on their feet…… Collins turns around Seifer throws him up on the Immortal shoulders and swings him around for his Knights of the Round Table (F5 Into a stunner) but as he swings around and gets to about where Brock would drop a guy in the F5 Collins latches Seifer’s head and drops, driving the Immortal head into the mat with an inverted spike DDT.
Fecca, "REVERSE, REVERSE, DAMIEN COLLINS HAS REVERSED THE KNIGHTS OF THE ROUND TABLE!"
KK, "Don’t just lay there, pin the sum-bitch!"
As if DC had heard Kamakazi, he slowly pushes Seifer, rolling him to his shoulders, and then crawls over top of his body. ………………………1……………2…………………3! But just as the officials hand is grazing the mat Seifer throws the right arm up. Tim White jumps up with two fingers in the air making the crowd go nuts, some with cheers and some with boos. DC falls back on his knees now, a look of disappointment upon his face as he looks up into the sky… DC pulls himself up and throws his hands in the air, locking em together ala Randy Orton and making the fans jump from their seats in an up roar. He gets behind a slow rising Seifer and gets in stalking postion.
Fecca, "COLLINS IS READY TO END IT…"
Seifer staggers up, his back to Damien… Seifer turns around and Collins leaps out looking for the DC Drop but Seifer ducks, grabs the arm, Hops up and swings around nailing the Immortal Instinct (Angle Slam) sending the fans into another frenzy. Seifer grabs both of DC’s legs and rolls back as the official counts ……………………1………………2………………………3? Not quite, DC gets a hand to the bottom rope. The fans are going nuts as Seifer gets up, clearly frustrated as he pushes the official and begins yelling. Damien is slowly pulling himself up behind the challenger. Seifer turns around and Collins again goes for his version of the RKO but Seifer pushes him off. DC Hits the ropes and bounces back, Seifer throws him up on the shoulders, he spins the champ and drops to his ass, BAM!
Fecca, "KNIGHTS OF THE ROUND TABLE, KNIGHTS OF THE ROUND TABLE, SEIFER JUST HIT THE KNIGHTS OF THE ROUND TABLE!!!"
Seifer hooks the far leg, rolls back and Tim White counts …………1………………2…………………3!

Tim White calls for the bell as the crowd goes beserk and Finkle is barely heard announcing, "YOUR WINNER AND THE NEW PWT HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION…… SEIIIIIIIIFFFFFERRRR!!!"

Fecca, "SEIFER! SEIFER! SEIFER HAS DONE IT, HE’S WON THE PEE DUBYA TEE HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP AND BAH GAWD THESE FANS ARE GOING NUTS!"
KK, "You can say anything you want to, but those two sum-bitches right there are the best in the business and if ya doubted it just rewind the tape!"

Seifer’s theme music is blasting over the PA As White awards him the championship

Fecca, "Seifer Jacobs… A Man who’s known for his burning desire to have his Legacy cemented… His love of historical companies and prizes… Has just won the richest and one of the most historical prizes in the Industry… He has one the PWT WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE!"

Seifer is ecstatic… exhausted, but ecstatic… But suddenly the lights go dark.

Fecca, "What the Hell?"

We hear the opening cords of Goldust’s theme song as the fans begin to pop. The arena gets lit in Gold as from behind the curtain steps the bizarre one himself.

Goldust looks down the ramp very seriously before he begins walking down the ramp. Seifer takes a couple steps back, getting to center the ring as he tosses his strap to the side and gets ready for a fight. Goldust gets to the ring and walks up the steel stairs. He gets on the apron and looks deep into Seifer’s eyes before entering the ring between the Second and third ropes. Goldust and Seifer get face to face as Seifer appears to be ready to go. The music fades and the lights readjust with the two megastars face to face… Finally Goldust breaks the stair and walks over to the ropes, getting a microphone handed up from the crew at ringside.

Goldust, "Seiiifer…… The new PWT Heavyweight champion? … *Deep Goldust TM inhale* Congratulations. But as one flick ends, another must begin filming and On PWT Shockwave next Tuesday, I propose to start a Goldust production called "When Gold meets… Emmm GOOOLDUSSTT…"

Fecca, "THAT’S HUGE! GOLDUST HAS ISSUED A WORLD TITLE CHALLENGE!"

Suddenly the opening cords of Violence Fetish blasts over the PA as the crowd grows loud with boos.

Fecca,"What the Hell?"

The music plays over the PA as Goldust has turned and is looking at the ramp. Seifer is rolling his eyes, he probably would have had a cake brought out if he’d of known he was gonna have some many people crashin’ his party.

Finally from behind the curtain steps none other than…

Fecca, "Well what the Hell does Van Dam want here…"
KK, "He wants the same thing every sum-bitch in that locker room wants, the World Heavyweight Championship!"

DVD stands on the stage with a smirk on his face when we see a metallic object wrap Goldust in the back of the head. Goldust drops and we realize it’s Matt Matlock with his Monkey Wrench. Seifer turns around and Matlock goes to hit him to but Seifer quickly delivers a throat thrust and Matlock drops the wrench. The two engage in a fist fight and while Matlock’s holding his own, Seifer finds himself backing the tag champ up inch by inch.

Van Dam bolts down the ramp and slides under the bottom rope as Seifer has Matlock stuck in the corner. Van Dam runs over and spins Seifer around, nailing him with a hard right hand, followed by a second, then a third, but Seifer jabs a thumb into Van Dam’s eye drawing a huge pop from the crowd.

Seifer is going back and forth from Van Dam to Matlock throwing punches just as fast as he can when we hear the crowd start to boo… We see a woman flying down the stairs and as the camera catches up to her we realize it’s Georgia James and she’s equipped with a Steal Chair. Georgia slides under the bottom rope, Runs, and then WHAP! Right over the head of Seifer.

Seifer finally drops.

Fecca, "WHAT THE HELL?! SHE’S NOT TAKEOVER ANYMORE… UNLESS… UNLESS IT WAS ALL ONE BIG DAMNED SWERVE!!"

Goldust has gotten himself to a knee so Matlock rushes over and begins stomping away at him like a rabid pitbull. Georgia has mounted an unconscious Seifer and is throwing a combination of slaps, fists, and chokes as DVD grabs the microphone.

DVD, "For too long have we been over looked for pieces of crap like Seifer and Goldust! (Crowd boos) Georgia may not be takeover any more, but she and I do still have something in common… We’re sick and damned tired of being told that we need to sit on the back burner because guys like Seifer and Goldust have more fame on the oh so sacred "Mainstream" circuit. Well WallStreet, Screw your mainstream circuit and screw YOU! I Am David Van DAM! I am MISTER INDY SUPERSTAR! I’m too damned good for the media crapfests that these moron fans have pushed to the "mainstream". We’re sick and damned tired of being passed up when we’ve busted our ass in PWT, because somebody happened to win a world title in another promotion so he’s pushed to the top in a couple of months. And Goldust… FRICKIN GOLDUST?! Goldust couldn’t wrestle his soilder out of his pants and you’re gonna push him over the greatest real WRESTLER this company has ever had?! The same guy who’s sweat, bled, and busted his ass since the opening of this company?! Over Georgia James who damned near took the title from Damien Collins in New York… Over Matt Matlock… Matlock, talk to the people."

DVD Tosses the mic to Matlock who steps off of Goldust.

Matlock, " I Am Matt F**KING MATLOCK! I Have a bigger name than damned near anybody in this company, and my name’s got JUST AS MUCH fame as Seifer or Goldust! Yet here I sit in PWT, just like every other damned company, getting passed up while these wastes of space get pushed over me! Is Seifer good? Obviously. I fought him and we tore the house down… Yet you people cram Goldust into a spot to contend with Seifer the minute he walks in the door and tell me to go play with New Gen?! I’m through being passed up for people just because they figure Matt Matlock’ll be content as the resident Welcome Mat. Take your Welcome Mat and shove it up your welcoming ASS!"

By this time Damien Collins has gotten to his feet and notices the massacure taking place in the ring. He grabs a microphone.

Collins, "What the Heck are you guys doing?!"

David turns around and grabs Matlock’s mic.

DVD, "What should have been done a long time ago… We’re taking control of our own destinies. Damien, you’ve been right at the top with us, busting your ass for PWT… Yet once you leave this ring you probably won’t see another world title match because they’re stuck pushing these lameoids like Goldust who have a bigger group of fans then those of us who have stayed on the Indy circuit…… Join us Damien… Join us as we fight back."

Damien shakes your head, "No, this is all wrong… This isn’t how you do things…"

He walks over and grabs Georgia.

DC, "Get off him… I may not like him but he’s World champion and he deserves this moment."

Georgia spins around and drives her elbow into the face of Collins. Collins staggers back and DVD rushes offer and clotheslines him down, damned near knocking him out of his boots. DVD, Georgia, and Matlock all start stomping away at the former PWT Champion as Goldust is dragging himself up. Goldust gets to his feet and rushes over. Goldust grabs Matlock and delivers a right hand dropping him to the mat. Then a right to Georgia dropping her. He turns around for David but DVD catches him off gard and nails a European Uppercut making him turn and stumble away. DVD rushes behind him and clips the knee with his shoulder, dropping Goldust to the mat. DC has rushed to his feet and so have Georgia and Matlock. DC rushes over and smashes DVD in the back of the neck but Matlock and Georgia quickly start beating on him again. Goldust gets himself up and DVD takes control with his fists again… Suddenly in the back drop Seifer Kips up and the fans absolutely erupt. Matlock turns around and BAM!

Fecca, "BLOOD SPILLAR!"

Seifer hit his version of the Sweet Chin Music and Matlock goes up and over the top rope. Georgia turns around to see what’s going on and Damien grabs her shoulder, spins her around, and BAM!

Fecca, "DC DROP!"

The modified RKO of Collins drops her and she rolls under the bottom rope. David turns around and Both DC and Seifer rush over and start throwing fists at Van Dam. Goldust comes out of the corner and the tree seem to actually be giving direction to one another. Goldust and DC grab Van Dam by the arms and press him against the far ropes. David bounces off and rushes across the ring as Seifer gets set up in the center of the ring, looking like he plans to Superkick Van Dam as he runs back. But as Van Dam gets to the ropes nearest the ramp he delivers a baseball slide and exits the ring wisely.

The crowd boos but Van Dam just shakes his head. Matlock and Georgia are both holding their necks as they come over. Van Dam ends up standing in the center of the two as he has a mic in hand.

Van Dam, "Stupid decision Collins… Seifer, Goldust… Don’t get comfortable, your little custom made thrones at the top of PWT that you were handed are about to be over run and these are the asses that are gonna plop in em!"

Fecca, "Those are damned sure some asses! SEIFER IS THE PWT CHAMPION! Goldust laid down the challenge… DC’s surely gonna expect a world title rematch, and now the Takeover and their former comrade Georgia James have attempted to Hijack PWT for their shot! What’s gonna happen?! Who’s next for Seifer?! Less than ten minutes into his reign and Seifer is already the most contest Heavyweight Champion in history… BAH GAWD! So Much is goin’ on… Be sure to catch us Sunday Night on Pee Dubya Tee SHOCKWAVE!"

The cameras fade on Goldust and Collins on either side of Seifer who now has the World title over his shoulder as they stair down into the eyes of the Former Take Over stable that’s on the ramp.