[ The cameras cut backstage and Scott Addams is seen walking into the corridor. Standing by is Ken Mitchell, looking to gather an interview.

[ Scott walks off and the camera looks at Ken.

Fecca: Well folks, it's been a hell of a night thus far. And speaking of that, we still have no word on the condition of Matt Matlock or The Right Hand Man. If you missed it folks, the fight between the two spilled out into the road and they wound up being hit with a car. They're on their way to a nearby medical facility, and we will update you when we hear something.

Styles: As well we've seen Hexus at a bar following a tribute to Hardcore Angel, the debuting Scott Addams announce his intentions for the Backyard Champion, technical difficulties causing the Whysper and Jason caine match not to be broadcast to our viewers at home, and the return of Avi "The Killer"! But now we have....well I'm not what match we have folks.

Fecca: And folks we understand that we'll try an show the Whysper an Jason Caine match next week on Shockwave!

Fecca: Well folks this match was scheduled to be Kane 2 & his partner Sir Owen Gyles taking on Jay Styles. However Sir Owen hasn't approved of his partner's backstage attacks, as well as his lack of doing anything to prepare for this match. We witnessed the team implode a few days ago, so quite frankly I'm not sure how this is going to go.

Sabrina: Ladies and gentlemen. The following is now a TAG TEAM MATCH...and is scheduled for one fall!

Fecca: A tag match? This should be good.

Sabrina: Introducing first. He hails from Memphis, Tennesee and weighs 212 pounds....JAY STYLES!

Fecca: Well I wonder who Jay's partner is going to be against Kane 2 & Sir Owen.

Styles: Who knows? But no matter who it is, I thin--

Fecca: WAIT A SECOND!

Styles: Are you thinking what I'm thinking?!

Sabrina: AND....his tag team partner! From Hereforshire, England and weighing in at 220 pounds, and being accompanied to the ring by the "Little Rocker" Lisa Janetty..."The Warrior of Light" SIR OWEN GYLES!

Fecca: Sir Owen has joined the other team! He was scheduled to fight Jay alongside Kane, but now it seems the roles have reversed!

Styles: Folks these two were supposed to be on opposite sides of the ring, so who knows how they can work together?

Sabrina: And their opponents...first, weighing in at 330 pounds, from Death Valley...KANE 2!

Sabrina: And his tag team partner, weighing in at 320 pounds....NIGHTMARE!

Styles: And here we go folks!

Styles: Sir Owen Gyles making his PWT pay per view debut here folks, and in the early going things aren't going too well.

Fecca: Kane 2's buddy Nightmare is in his debut contest as well, and it looks like we're about to see what he can do.

Fecca: And the newcomer Nightmare basically manhandling his two opponents here. What power!

Styles: Things aren't looking good for Styles & Gyles here.

Fecca: Good teamwork by the newcomers here, keeping Sir Owen isolated.

Styles: Agreed. They seem to actually know what they're doing, I'm impressed.

Fecca: And listen to this crowd Styles! They're hot to see Jay inside the ring!

Styles: Come on Sir Owen! You can't last much longer in there!

Fecca: And just like that Sir Owen & Jay are back in the game! Jay's on fire!

Fecca: Who the hell is that?

Styles: That's a new signing, some girl named Jessica Hall! Looks like Kane found a replacement for Lisa! And it's working cause Owen's getting whooped!

Fecca: What carnage! Bodes lying everywhere! We have Lisa Janetty & Jessica Hall catfighting in front of us while all four men in this match are sprawled near the entrance ramp!

Styles: I love it! LIsten to the crowd!

Styles: STYLISH IMPACT! STYLISH IMPACT ON NIGHTMARE! Did you see his head bounce off the canvas?!

Fecca: I certainly did Joey and I think he's out of the equation for the time being!

Styles: Down goes Kane!

Fecca: They ain't done yet! Jay's on the top rope!

Sabrina: Ladies and gentlemen here are your winners....Jay Styles & Sir Owen Gyles!

Fecca: Well Jay & Owen may have won this match but something tells me this issue is far from done folks.

Styles: It may be so, but that match was fantastic! Far beyond expectations. Could this night get any hotter?!

Fecca: Well you know what match we have next Eddie, its the Texas Death Match.

Styles: Oh yeah Bob! Its time for the first "God King" in this business to show Lazerus the error of his ways.

Fecca: In my personal opinion its Michaels that is in error.

Styles: You also think that the women's division is a valuable one.

Fecca: It is!

Styles: Whatever. Those beyotches need ta get those boots off and get back in my kitchen, cause I'm a bit hungry.

[ A video starts on the tron as we hear "King of Kings" by Motorhead start to play. This video comprised of images depicting Christian Michaels in PWT action, shots of his beytrayal of Javen and embrace with NED spliced in....Fans are booing like hell, the lights coming back on to reveal their former hero with his back to them....His arms are outstretched in Jericho-fashion...CM spins round and makes his way down the aisle with a cocky walk....Many fans shouting obscenities as he moves up the steps.....Michaels steps into the ring and calls for those jeers....The music fading away as CM waits for the match to start...

Sabrina: This next match is being fought under "Texas Death Match" rules. This means that anything goes and falls count anywhere in the city limits!

[ The fans cheer at the prospect of CM an Laz fight amongst them, something CM has been promising.

Sabrina: And once there is a pinfall or submission, you have until the count of ten to reach your feet. If you can't then the match is over!

[ The fans cheering even more, ready for this thing to get kicked off.

Sabrina: Introducing first, already in the ring, he is the winner of the "King of PWT" tournament for Two Thousand Six.......he is also the "God of Wrestling" Two Thousand Six......A grand-slam champion here in PWT......The one and only "God King" in the business.......CHRISTIAN MICHAELS!!!!

[ Christian triumphantly raises his hands in the air. This immediatley brings about a chorus of boos from this jam-packed arena.

Sabrina: And his opponent....He is the self-proclaimed "Saviour of the People"......He is....LAZERUS!!!

[ The instrumental version of Kanye West's "Jesus Walks" begins playing over the PA. The Titontron kicks on as we see Lazerus's video begin to play.. after a moment Lazerus comes out from behind the curtain and looks out at all the fans.. he beats his hand against his chest twice and then raises it up in the air before walking down the ramp.. He slides into the ring and gets up on the turnbuckle and beats his hand against his chest once more and raises it in the air again.....Suddenly though the crowd boos as CM charges across the ring. He's looking to get an unfair advantage, but the reaction of the crowd alerts Lazerus. He springs back and surprises CM with a cross body block!

DING DING

[ Both men race up and its Lazerus beating CM to the punch, literally. He rocks the "God King" back to the ropes before taking an arm and whipping CM across teh ring. Michaels hits the farside ropes and rebounds back. He foils whatever plan Lazerus had with a flying forearm smash a la HBK. And why not further steal from HBK? CM kips up, but when he does, Lazerus has as well and lands a dropkick right to the kisser! Michaels is sent onto his back and he choose to roll out of the ring.

Fecca: Lazerus is out here and taking it to Michaels in the early goings!

Styles: He's getting lucky. Christian's going to figure things out in a minute and get it together.

[ CM gets an earful from some loud fans at ringside as he gathers his thoughts. He waves them off and turns back toward the ring......Just as Lazerus suicide dives between the top an middle ropes! Both men go flying back into the ringside barricade with the force of that move. Frank Mason, the ref for this match, slides out to see if they can continue. Of course they can and slowly get to their feet. CM with a strong right hand to the side of Laz's face. He then takes hold of his opponent's silvery hair and tries to slam Laz's face into the turnpost. However Laz puts his foot up to stop it. He throws an elbow to the gut and then sends CM into the turnpost face first! CM's feet fly out from under him and he lands on his back, holding his forehead. Lazerus then grabs Michaels legs, spins him around to just the right position. Michaels is beggin for him to think again about this, but Lazerus refuse. He falls back and catapults CM face-first into the turnpost again! Once again the sickening thud of a man's skull hitting a metal turnpost can be heard throughout the first few rows.

Fecca: Good lord what a sickening thud...

Styles: I gotta agree, but its only going to get worse from here....

Fecca: Worse than that?

[ Attention switches back to where CM has staggered back to the barricade at ringside. He throws his head back, trying to get the hair out of his face, and blood flies up in the air as well. Ringside fans cringing as Michaels face becomes that proverbial crimson mask.

Styles: Oh damn......That's some wicked juice, but *yes* its gonna get worse.

[ Lazerus smirks and charges at CM. Christian manages to dip his shoulder and backdrops Lazerus over into the front row. Thankfully security had already made those fans move. Now we gets no lawsuits. w00t! Back to the match! CM turns round and throws a wild punch as Laz is getting up. Somehow Lazerus manages to block it. He then takes the back of CM's head and drives his face into the barricade. CM bounces back for that to shake out the cob-webs. At the moment he's shaking cob-webs loose, Laz perches on the barricade and then leaps off with a clothesline! Michaels slamming onto the thin padding as Lazerus rolls through. He looks at CM for an instanta nd then reaches under the ring for a weapon.

Fecca: Uh oh, looks like its time to get some weapons involved.

[ The Saviour of the People raises back up from under the ring and has a kendo stick. Laz winds up waiting for CM to get to his hands and knees. Unfortunately for CM he does just that.....and gets caned right across the back! The Heartthrob yelps and reaches back with his right hand. He quickly tries to crawl away now, but to no avail. CM takes shot after shot as he crawls up the ramp. Finally though CM manages to rolls outta the way of a kendo shot. He moves to his feet with lightning quickness, and shoots forward to bury a knee in the gut of Lazerus. With his opponent doubled over, CM now takes the kendo from him. Laz stands back up, just in time for CM to swings full force at his forehead. The kendo smacking Lazerus across the forehead. He falls onto his back on the stage and CM goes wild with caning him across the abdomen. Lazerus eventually rolling to his stomach, but that only gets him some shots to the back.

Styles: Now this thing is going the right way. Heh heh heh.

[ CM stops with teh repeated shots and stands by Laz's head. As the fan favorite pushes himself up, CM holds the kendo horitzontally and snaps it over the top of Laz's head! Lazerus goes back down and Michaels tosses the broken kendo aside. He takes a handful of hair and leads Lazerus over to teh edge of the stage. CM talks a lil trash before attempting to throw Laz off. But Laz starts fighting for his life! He's throwing right after right. CM is rocking back.....KICK TO THE NADS BY CM!

Fecca: Oh come on Michaels!

[ A smirk from the 2006 God of Wrestling before he springs forward and nails the "You Just Got Whapped" superkick on Lazerus! The fans all gasping as their hero stands straight up.....and then falls back off the stage. He crashes through a group of tables set up down there with some PWT free merchandise samples for between matches. CM stands at the edge of the stage looking down. The fans are booing and he's flips them off. Then he amazes them by going ahead and leaping off with a big splash! The fans don't deny the rightful "Holy Shit" chant. But its not a long one because as CM rolls in the pile of broken tables, he manages to roll back onto Lazerus for a pin. ONE............TWO.............THREE!!!

DING DING

Fecca: Folks if you're wondering how come Christian Michaels isn't being announced as the winner, its because this match isn't over. He did get the three count, but now Lazerus has a ten count to get to his feet. If he doesn't, then this match will be over.

Styles: Might as well go ahead and stick a fork in the kid then.

[ Michaels manages to get up off Laz and Frank Mason starts the count.

ONE.........

[ No movement

TWO...........

[ Still nothing...

THREE...........

[ Laz is still just as laid out as he was a second ago...

FOUR........

FIVE...........

SIX...........

Fecca: What the hell is he doing?

[ CM breaks up the refs count at seven and picks Lazerus up to his feet. CM tells some of the fans over by that barricade that he's about to end this thing the right way. Looks like that way is gonna be a Jus Like Tha-NO! Lazerus manages to somehow turn it and get CM into position for his "Fall From Grace" finisher, which is a reverse death valley driver. He also notices that there's one more table and drives CM through it with the finisher! Michaels is sprawled in the pile of wood as Lazerus pins.....ONE............TWO.............THREE!!!

Styles: Dammit!

Fecca: Michaels now the one with a ten count to answer or its gonna be over!

[ Lazerus gets off the pin and waits as the ref begins the count on CM. It only gets to about four before Michaels manages to push himself to his feet. And before he even knows what in the world has happened, Lazerus has hit a german suplex! CM holds his head an neck briefly before he's pulled up and then hit with another German suplex! He looks to be out of it as Lazerus hits a THIRD German suplex on the FLOOR! Laz bridges for a pin and Fran Mason counts to three with CM barely twitching. And with that pin by Lazerus its now time for the ten count again.

ONE..........

[ CM is sprawled out, face bloody and his eyes rolled back in his head.

TWO......

[ The fans are counting along....

THREE.......

[ Lazerus is leaning against the nearby fan barricade. He's already being congratulated by fans.

FOUR........

[ Suddenly from beside the stage comes CM's wife, Rhya Michaels. She rushes over to her husband and starts rolling him to his stomach...

FIVE......

[ Rhya slings CM's Left arm over her shoulder and does her best to lift him...

SIX.........

[ She's still trying.......

SEVEN.....

[ Rhya just about has Christian on his feet.....

EIGHT.......

[ And he's up! The crowd boos Rhya as she tells them to go Eff themselves. She lets go of CM and he falls back against the barricade.Meanwhile Lazerus decides to go after his opponent as Rhya seems to be leaving....No wait she went and got a couple chairs! Lazerus is totally unsuspecting as Rhya slams one chair into his back! He's dropped to a knee but gets back up. Laz turns around as Rhya is telling him that he doesn't treat her husband like that. She swings again, but Laz catches the chair. But before he can do anything else, he's chop-blocked from behind.

Fecca: Dammit! This match should be over, but thanks to Rhya, Lazerus isn't being announced as the winner right yet.

Styles: He won't be anyways, and further more, Rhya was just helping her husband out. I find that admirable.

[ Back to the match, and Lazerus is getting to his feet, holding his left knee. Standing to his left is Rhya, and to the right CM. Both are armed with their chairs. Husband an wife take aim.......WHAP! The two chairs meet with Lazerus' head called in the middle of the sandwich. But to his credit, Laz only goes down to his knees. He's prolly a lil concussed but he raises a defiant middle finger to the God King. CM laughs.....Lazerus laughs......Rhya laughs just so she isn't the last one not laughin....WHAP! Christian slams his chair down over the top of Lazerus' head!

Fecca: Oh what a vile chair shot!

Styles: Niiiice.

Fecca: He was defenseless!

[ Michaels pulls his chair back and there's a gash in Lazerus' forehead spilling out blood like a faucet had been turned on. Lazerus collapses flat on his back. CM stands over him and then kneels down, wiping his hand over Lazerus' bloody forehead. CM holds his now blood covered hand beside Lazerus' face and tells him how this match is about to be over. He then tells Rhya to open the barricade. She does as asked and CM drags Lazerus over to and then past it. He drags Lazer into the middle of a row of fans and finally makes the pin. ONE...........TWO............THREE!

Styles: WOOOOOO! Thats gotta be it Fecca.

Fecca: I hate this, but I'm going to have to agree Eddie. I don't think that Lazerus can get up after the punishment that he's taken....

[ CM and Rhya move away, arm in arm as the ref starts to count....

ONE.........

TWO.............

THREE.........

FOUR............

FIVE.............

SIX...............

SEVEN................

EIGHT....................

NINE................

[ The fans are beggin for Lazerus to get up.......

TEN!

Fecca: Dammit!

[ The bell rings and we hear "King of Kings" once again as CM and Rhya stand looking down at a bloodied Lazerus.....amongst the fans....

Sabrina: Here is your winner......CHRISTIAN MICHAELS!!!!

[ The man is revealed to be Jason Voorhees, and Brianna screams, as she backs away from him. She goes around the couch, and Jason goes to follow her. She pushes it in front of him, and he stumbles over it, and she makes a dash for the door, and tries to unlock it. She drops the flashlight, but is still able to unlock the door, and run away. She looks back, and sees Jason taking very long strides, as he is in hot pursuit of her. She goes around the corner, and gets to Bobby and Image’s locker room. She begins to bang on the door, and call out to them, but get no answer. Jason comes around the corner, and she takes off down the to the game room. She runs inside, and to her luck, Kane 2 is inside the room, drinking a soda. She runs up to him, and begs him to help her. He seems confused as to why she would be begging for his help, that is until Jason comes bursting into the room. He places himself between Brianna and Jason, as the two big men come face to face. Kane 2 goes to strike Jason, but his punch is blocked. Jason reaches out, grabs Kane 2 by the neck, and delivers a huge Choke Slam, and drops him on one of the pool tables. By this time, Brianna had already darted out of the room, and Jason looks around for her, shrugs his shoulders, then heads back out the door. ......

....Cutting to Shauna Lane we find her wandering down the side of the rampway with a microphone in her hand. Making her way around the corner, she soon stops in front of Sean Hunter's seat, and Sean who was seen leaning forward lifts his body up just slightly looking up at Shauna.

Sean Hunter: You're blocking my view.

Shauna Lane: But, Mr. Hunter, I wanted to ask you a few questions.

Sean Hunter: You want a few words? Well, there ya go, you just had them.

[And, almost on cue Johnathan Brooks is seen tramping down the metal rampway, like a penguin oddly enough, but nonetheless here he comes pushing Shauna back slightly, and turning back to Sean.

Johnathan Brooks: What did I tell you?

Sean Hunter: Um..I probably wasn't listening, so yeah, carry on chubby.

[Sitting back, crossing his arms with a very arrogant grin that's become trademark with Mr. Hunter he props his head a bit looking up at Brooks.

Johnathan Brooks: You're done! YOU ARE DONE! YOU HEAR ME!?

Sean Hunter: Hold on a second.

[Sean stood up for a moment, and looked in one direction, and then the next with that grin only getting wider. Soon, he poked Brooks belly, and we just hear a grunt from Brooks.

Sean Hunter: Oh, so you're not the Pillsbury Doughboy?

[Shauna's mic caught that, and Brooks had a few emotions, one being embarrassment, and he backed up as he heard the crowd laughing, and laughing. But, soon we focus on Shauna again.

Shauna Lane: Mr. Hunter, can I just get one..

Sean Hunter: Twelve inches.

Shaun Lane: Huh?

Sean Hunter: Seventeen inches.

Shauna Lane: WHA...!?

Sean Hunter: TWENTY-SIX AND A HALF INCHES!!

Shauna Lane: ...that's...impressive, but that's not my question.

Sean Hunter: Oh. Well, ask away dollface.

Shauna Lane: What about Bobby Johnson's challenge?

[Utter silence, only Hunter giving a double blink, and before long he's seen laughing a hearty chuckle until he falls off of his seat pounding his fist against the steel floor, getting back to his seat two minutes later, he looks around, and then leans forward.

Sean Hunter: You were serious?

Shauna Lane: Yes.

Sean Hunter: Oh, well...Sean Hunter vs. Bobby Johnson? Well, let's up the ante since the walking sex joke wants to shut my mouth. Oh, I don't know...let's say, a number one contendership, and add onto that my reinstatement if I win?

Shauna Lane: But, wait...that isn't very fair for Bobby, you get two things if you win, but he only gets one?

Sean Hunter: Okay, okay, um...I'll come to terms with PWT management, and my contract will be terminated. Because, let's face it, if I lose to Bobby Johnson, I wouldn't want to show my face around here anyway.

[He looked around for a minute or two then nodded with a grin sure of himself.

Sean Hunter: NOW BACK TO THE SHOW!

Shauna Lane: But, I wanted to talk to you more about your penis?

Sean Hunter: What are you talking about?

Shauna Lane: You were just..

Sean Hunter: QUIET CHILD!

[ Suddenly, the lights suddenly start to flicker neon green, and on the octotron, a movie movie plays, showcasing Tearing Leaps, people getting Torn Apart, and other highlights of the Evolution of Perfection. The crowd starts to get hyped up as "Burn It All" by A Dark Halo begins to blast throughout the arena as smoke engulfs the stage area. The fans are now on their feet, awaiting the arrival of one of, if not the, favorite superstar. Finally, after a few seconds, none other then Tim Torn walks onto the smoke-filled stage. The fans pop as Tim forms a X with his arms, holds them by his sides, then raises them in the air (Ultra Mega Taunt). He grins at the response the crowd gives him.

Sabrina: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, from Newark, Delaware, weighing in at two-hundred and three pound, The Evolution of Perfection, Ultra Mega, The Biohazard, Tim Torn!

[ Tim walks down the ramp and jumps onto the apron. He looks around at the fans as if he were God. He closes his eyes and just listens to the crowd. Tim hops over the tope rope and walks over to and climbs the top-right turnbuckle. He performs his Ultra Mega Taunt, and then jumps off the turnbuckle by backflipping off with a corkscrew effect to it and lands on his feet. He stands in the center of the ring, lowers his head, and performs the crucifix with open palms as the lights return to normal and the music slowly fades.

Styles: Tim is out to prove that the Femme Fatale Championship is a sham. He doesn’t think that there should be one in existence because it demeans women.

Fecca: That is BS and you know it Eddie. This guy is just trying what he thinks is the easy road to a PWT Championship. Image is out to prove to him that the road that he has decided to take, will not be as easy as he thinks.

[ "Some Bodies Gonna Get It", by Three 6 Mafia starts to play over the PA system...

"Somebody gon' get they ass kicked
Somebody gon' get their wig split
Somebody gon' get they ass kicked
Somebody gon' get their wig split
Beat 'em up, beat 'em up, break his neck, break his neck
Beat 'em up, beat 'em up, break his neck, break his neck
Beat 'em up, beat 'em up, break his neck, break his neck
Beat 'em up, beat 'em up, break his neck, break his neck"

[ The arena lights go off, all except the one over the ring, and on the rampway. Pink laser lights dance all over the arena, and Image makes her way onto the ramp. She makes her way down the ramp, and halfway down, she starts to run forward and slides in under the ropes. Image goes over to one corner and climbs the turnbuckle. She flexes her left bicep, then gives it a quick kiss. She jumps down and walks to the center of the ring.

Fecca: Image is already in the center of the ring. You are right Eddie, she is as ready for this match as I have ever seen her ready for a match.

Styles: WTF!!!

Fecca: Hey…it sounded right in my mind, it just got messed up on its way out.

[ Tim walks to the center of the ring, and faces Image, as the ref signals for the start of the match. They both stare each other down, waiting for the first person to make a move. Tim flashes Image a smirk, and extends his hand towards her. She looks down at it, looks up at him, back down at the hand, back up at him, then shakes her head no. Tim smiles and continues to extend it, as Image wonders if she should trust him or not. She finally relents, and slowly starts to extend her hand. When she gets close to Tim’s hand, he reaches out, and tries to slap Image across the face, but she was ready for him, and steps back in an effort to duck out of the way. She raises her hand, and strikes him instead, then takes a few steps back, as Tim holds his face, and looks at her, as she points and laughs at him.

Fecca: Tim was up to one of his old tricks, but Image was ready. It is apparent that she has been doing her homework.

Styles: Like I said earlier…this match will not be the cakewalk that he thinks that it is.

[ As Image points and laugh at his expense, Tim charges her. Image side steps him, and gives him a Drop Toe Hold, springs back to her feet, and takes a few steps away from him. He gets back up to his feet, charges her again, only to have Image side step him again, and take him down with another Drop Toe Hold. She gets back up to her feet, gives him a few slaps on the back of the head, then takes some more steps back. The women in the arena love the fact that Image is winning the mind game battle, and show their appreciation.

WOMAN POWER…CLAP.…CLAP.…CLAP CLAP CLAP, WOMAN POWER…CLAP….CLAP…CLAP CLAP CLAP, WOMAN POWER…CLAP….CLAP…CLAP CLAP CLAP!!!

[ The men don’t appreciate the sentiment, and voice their displeasure.

BACK TO THE KITCHEN CLAP….CLAP….CLAP CLAP CLAP, BACK TO THE KITCHEN CLAP….CLAP….CLAP CLAP CLAP, BACK TO THE KITCHEN CLAP….CLAP….CLAP CLAP CLAP!!!

Fecca: This match has quickly become a battle of the sexes.

Styles: That is what it has always been. Ever since Tim made the challenge. I am not surprised by the crowd reaction.

Tim gets up to his feet, as Image rolls out of the ring. He gives chase, and rolls out after her. She starts to run around the ring, and he takes off after her. She makes a full loop of the ring before she slides back , and as Tim slides in, she starts to give him stomps to his back and neck. He struggles to a knee, and Image spins around, and gives him a Spin Kick to the side of the head, but he raises up his arm, deflects most of the blow, and grabs her leg. He stands up with the leg still secure, but Image countermoves with a Enzuigiri, and releases the leg, as he stumbles to the side.

Fecca: Image knows that she can’t outmuscle Tim, so she has been using her mind, speed, and martial arts skills to her advantage thus far.

Styles: Image is no fool. She knows that she is at a slight disadvantage in this match. It’s the great ones that can overcome those disadvantages, and Image is out to prove that she is one of the great ones.

[ Tim catches his balance by grabbing on to the ropes. Image hangs back, and waits to see what Tim is going to do next. He stands up, and charges her again, but as she sidesteps him, he stops running to avoid the Drop Toe Hold. Image loses her balance, and Tim takes advantage, by grabbing her, and spinning her back towards him. He lifts her up on his shoulder, and drops her with a Coolness Bomb. He gets back up with a cocky smirk on his face, as the women in the arena boo him loudly. The men in the arena show there support, and give him a huge pop, in an effort to drown out the women’s boos. He bends down, and guides Image to her feet. He gives her an Irish Whip into the ropes, and follows it up with a Spine Buster. He gives her repeated stomps to the body before going over to the corner, and making his way up the turnbuckle. He gets his balance, and stands there, as he raises his arms in an up and down motion, in an effort to get the men more involved.

BAREFOOT AND PREGNANT…CLAP….CLAP….CLAP,CLAP, CLAP, BAREFOOT AND PREGNANT…CLAP….CLAP….CLAP,CLAP, CLAP, BAREFOOT AND PREGNANT…CLAP….CLAP….CLAP,CLAP, CLAP!!!

[ Tim leaps off the ropes, and executes a perfect Swanton Bomb, it’s just too bad that he hit nothing but mat, as Image rolls out of the way. Both competitors lay there as the women begin their chant.

WOMAN POWER…CLAP.…CLAP.…CLAP CLAP CLAP, WOMAN POWER…CLAP….CLAP…CLAP CLAP CLAP, WOMAN POWER…CLAP….CLAP…CLAP CLAP CLAP!!!

[ The men start to boo, but then the women start another chant.

BLUE BALLS FOR YOU, BLUE BALLS FOR YOU, BLUE BALLS FOR YOU, BLUE BALLS FOR YOU, BLUE BALLS FOR YOU!!!

[ The men in the arena take the hint, and sit back down in their seats.

Fecca: Well it looks like the women have won the chant battle this time.

Styles: It just goes to prove the theory that p*ssy is power.

Fecca: Without question it is.

[ Image and Tim start to stir. Image slowly starts to make it to her feet, as well as Tim. They stand up, then immediately lock up with one another. Image is able to grab Tim’s hand, and tries to give an Irish Whip, but he reverses it, and sends her into the ropes instead. He tries to follow it up with a Clothesline, but she ducks under it, and keeps going past him. She leaps up on the ropes, and executes a Springboard Moonsault. Tim turns around, and takes a few steps forward, and Image goes flipping over him. She lands on her feet, and as Tim turns around, she gives him a Mirror Image, and watches as he drops to the mat like a rock. She pounces on top of him, and hooks his leg in a pinning combination. The ref goes down to make the count.

One….Two….Three…pinfall by Image.

[ The women in the arena leap up out of their seats, and explode.

WOMAN POWER…CLAP.…CLAP.…CLAP CLAP CLAP, WOMAN POWER…CLAP….CLAP…CLAP CLAP CLAP, WOMAN POWER…CLAP….CLAP…CLAP CLAP CLAP!!!

Fecca: And Image has retained her Femme Fatale Championship in a hard fought battle.

Styles: Woman power prevails again….hoo freakin’ ray.

[ The ref holds up Images arm, as he hands her the Femme Fatale Championship. All of a sudden, she is attacked from behind by Tim Torn. He backs her up into the corner, as he lays into her with rights and lefts. She drops her title as she makes that slow slide down to the ground. That is when he starts to stomp a mudhole in her, and walk it dry. He takes his foot, and presses it up against her neck. The ref tries to stop him, but Tim pushes him away, and continues to try and choke the life out of her. As Tim is going berserk on Image, the arena goes dark. Tim stops, turns around, and looks up the ramp, when something belows from the PA System.

GET….GET….GET….GET….OUT….OUT….OUT….OUT….

Fecca: Wait a minute Eddie, you don’t think that….

Styles: C’mon Bob, he is only a movie legend.

[ Tim looks up the ramp, as a spot light hit’s the entrance, and a large man appears.

[ Jason walks past Tim, and heads over to the ring. He grabs the ring ropes, pulls them down to help him step up on the ring, then steps over them. He advances toward Image, who has finally come to, and has stood up. She has a look of horror on her face, as Jason towers over her. He grabs her by the neck, and pulls her close. She tries to resist, but he is too strong for her. The crowd lets out a loud cheer, as Bobby Johnson comes racing down to the ring, and slides in. Jason releases Image, and faces Bobby. He drops the machete, and puts his hand up in the air in an effort to tell Bobby to stop. Bobby stops, as Jason grabs the back of his head, and pulls off the Hockey Mask to reveal that Jason was actually Bobby’s good friend Travis O’Neal.

Fecca: Travis O’Neal decided to get in the Halloween spirit, and show up to the party as Jason.

Styles: I guess that he wanted to get on the show somehow.

[ Bobby, Travis, and Image have a good laugh,

Fecca: Folks, I'm getting word through my head-set that Ric Flair will not be able to attend tonight's show. He was on a promotional tour for the WWE and his flight got cancelled and the soonest he could've been here is Monday morning.

Styles: That blows!

Fecca: But I'm hearing, that we're going to try an have that match two weeks from now Shockwave!

Styles: Right on!

[ The scene hits in pure darkness, not a peep can be heard bar the voice. We hear a giggle, and suddenly a candle is flickering allowing us to see half a face. For many their hearts stop, why is Amethyst fucking Jane of all people showing up on video to PWT especially on a pay per view.

"Hello children, I am guessing you want to know what is happening with me, what I have been doing, who I’ve been doing…The answers will be clear soon. There are things being said, deals being made. Some done with the devil, others done with friends. Soon my pets, soon it will all come clear, until then sit tight and enjoy the ride. See you all soon…"

[ The candle flickers a little.

"November will see you gaining answers you all desire for, tune in, I’m not saying when I’m not saying where… It’s all up to you…"

[ With that, the candle flickers out leaving everyone a little more confused then ever, that is until the arena dips into darkness, nothing is said nothing is heard until the sharp start of "Somebody Help Me" begins playing, the crowd doesn’t know how to react, or what to do until a figure walks out unannounced, obviously since Sabrina isn’t saying anything no one knows who this person is or why they are here. They walk slowly towards the ring, their cloaked head hiding their identity to the world. Getting to the end of the ramp the person heads up the stairs and steps through the ropes grabbing the microphone from Sabrina and motions for the music to be cut. They reach into their pocket pulling out a box that distorts their voice raising that and the microphone the mystery person begins to speak.

"Not that long ago I was a part of this company, I was able to do things I never thought would happen so late in my career, my life had fallen to pieces and yet I pushed myself because I never give up. Most think I left to pursue a life, to gather the pieces but that wasn’t it. I left because something wasn’t right in my life; I needed time to relax and to get everything right again. I left to train to get better. The time hath come for the rebirth of life, of everything you could ever imagine going wrong in the world. You see there have been mumblings rumours if you will circulating about one person showing back up, most of you laughed it off thinking she would never return but you are wrong…"

[ They toss the voice thing into the crowd and take off the cloak, we see Amethyst standing there in her custom made cat suit, her long black and red hair falling over her shoulders. Her pale face looks at the camera that has quickly focused in closely to her.

"I am back, and the talks were true. I have come to a deal with not only PWT but BUD as well. Oh yeah ladies and gentlemen, the bitch is back and she will reign supreme once again. I have a loverly contract stating that I can come and go from PWT as I wish, fighting whom I want and there are a few people out there that I want…"

[ She just laughs and shakes her head

"Soon you will all see who I am after, if you are lucky I will show up at Shockwave this week and let you in one more… Until then, enjoy the rest of the night."

[ The lights in the arena go out as a slight guitar cord, distorted, begins to fill the speaker systems, getting louder and louder. Finally, it reaches it peak and continues on for a moment before finally, pyros explode out of no where and the full tune to 'Its All Over' by Three Days Grace begins to blare over the speaker system. Just as the words to the song begin to seep out, the black curtain is pushed aside and James McKnight steps out onto the stage a sea of fans already on their feet booing their hearts out.

Sabrina: "Introducing, from Orlando Florida, weighing in at 250lbs. He is the MOMENTUM KILLER.......JAMES MCKNIGHT!"

[ James ignores the fans, moving down the ramp slowly, looking at the crowd through his black sunglasses, his trenchcoat moving slightly from his motion. He reaches the cell, and walks inside of it. He climbs up onto the apron quickly and ducking under the top rope, entering the ring quickly. He still doesn’t pose, but does take off his sunglasses and coat. He walks to the back of the ring, handing them off, then leans back on the ropes, turning his attention to the stage as he awaits his opponent.

Fecca: This feud has been going on for the past month or so, and now it is all going to come to a head right now. The Hardcore Hell in a Cell, is a Hell in a Cell wrapped in barbed wire. Inside the cell is a variety of assorted weapons. I wouldn’t want to be in this match. Not by a longshot.

Styles: This match is going to be brutal. I my eyes there will be no winners because they both are going to get hurt regardless of whoever wins or loses.

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

THE……….GREATEST……..OF………ALL……..TIME.....

[ 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 Styles. Bobby giving Demented three straight Killa Kicks™, with the last one knocking the big man over the top ropes. Bobby jumping off the top of the turnbuckle, and giving MJ Storm a Body Splash, while he is laying on the announce table. Bobby giving Luther Aldridge The Greatest Trademark Move Of All Time™. Bobby standing up on the turnbuckle with his arms raised in the air after winning the ICWA’s Royal Rumble 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.

Sabrina: And the PWT TITANium champion.....BOBBY JOHNSON!

[ Bobby makes his way out from behind the curtains, and stops on the top of the ramp. He’s wearing a black wrestling singlet with the wide green stripes down the sides of it and the Grim Reaper symbol on the front of it, a black and green The G.O.A.T. pullover jersey, black and green wrestling boots, a black and green fitted The G.O.A.T. baseball cap, and his PWT Titanium Championship fastened around his waist. He gets down in a Shawn Michaels type pose, then stands back up and starts to jump from side to side a lot like Brock Lesnar used to, and the crowd boos him loudly. He stops jumping, and starts to make his way down the ramp. He stops in front of the cell, and looks it up and down before going inside of it. He walks up to the ring, and leaps up onto the rings edge, and then grabs the ropes, and leap frogs over them, and lands inside the ring. He walks over to the far corner, and climbs up the turnbuckle, and flexes his biceps for the crowd, and gets back down, and walks over to the opposite turnbuckle, and repeats his flexing routine. He finally jumps down, and takes the pullover and hat off, and sets them down in the corner. He gives his Title to the referee.

Fecca: The look that Bobby is giving tells me that he is here to take care of business.

Styles: The look that he is giving tells me that he is here to kill James.

Fecca: Well I am sure that the feeling is mutual.

[ The door to the cell is closed, as the ref signals for the start of the match. Bobby, and James circle each other, then lock up. James is able to grab Bobby by the arm, and Irish Whip him into the ropes. He tries to give him a Clothesline when Bobby bounces off of them, but he ducks under the move, bounces off the far ropes, and gives James a Shoulder Block, that sends him to the mat. Bobby runs, and bounces off the ropes again, and as James pops up to his feet, he drops him with another Shoulder Block. Bobby grabs James legs, and lifts them in the air. He spreads them apart, delivers a kick to the groin, and lets his legs go, as James grabs at his crotch, and rolls over on his side. Bobby guides him to his feet, and gives him an Irish Whip into the ropes, and follows it up Stalling Vertical Suplex. He gets back up to his feet, walks over to the ropes, and rolls under them. He looks under the ring apron, and pulls out a couple Steel Chairs, a Ladder, a Lead Pipe, and a Bike Chain. He throws the two Steel chairs into the ring, and wraps the Bike Chain around his right hand, then gets back into the ring, and makes his way over to James. He goes down to pick him back up to his feet, but gets an Eye Poke for his troubles. He drops the Bike Chain, and stumbles backwards, as James slowly makes it back up to his feet, charges forward, and drops Bobby with a Clothesline. He immediately begins to lays boots to Bobby’s body, then looks around, and spots one of the Steel Chairs. He goes over and picks it up, and comes back over, and stalks Bobby. Bobby finally starts to stagger to his feet, only to catch a Steel Chair shot to the back. He stumbles forward, and James lays another chair shot to his back. Bobby stumbles over to the corner, and leans on it. James walks over, raises the chair high above his head, and comes down with all of his might. Bobby is able to avoid the shot, as he slides down to the ground, and the chair hits nothing but ring post. Bobby reaches out, and yanks James’s ankle into the air, which makes him falls backwards, and land on his backside. Bobby rolls out of the ring to regroup. Bobby spots the Lead Pipe, as James gets to his feet, and rolls out of the ring. The two men face each other, and stare each other down, waiting to see who make the first move. James gets sick of standing there first, and takes a swing at Bobby with the Steel Chair. Bobby ducks out of the way, then hits James in the gut with the Lead Pipe, which makes him lean forward. Bobby lays a Lead Pipe shot into James’s back, which sends him to the floor. Bobby proceeds to stomp on James’s body repeatedly. He drops the Lead Pipe, and looks under the ring apron, and pulls out a table. He lifts it up, and props it up to where the barbed wire is helping lean it up against the cell. He walks back over , and lays the boots to James a little more, then guides him to his feet. He goes to give James an Irish Whip into the table, but James reverses it, and knocks Bobby into it as well. The table fails to break, and as Bobby leans back on the table, James delivers a Spear to Bobby’s midsection, which drives them both through it. That move really gets the crowd into it.

HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT!!!

Fecca: Wow, these two men will stop at nothing to defeat the other one. Did you see that move Eddie, that could have quite possibly taken both men out.

Styles: These two wasted no time in bringing the weapons into the match, and this will only get worse before it gets better for one of them. That is for sure.

Fecca: I am afraid that you just may be right Eddie.

[ The two men lay inside the mass of broken rubble, and are not moving. The crowd continues to cheer the two men on.

PEE DUBYA TEE, PEE DUBYA TEE, PEE DUBYA TEE, PEE DUBYA TEE, PEE DUBYA TEE!!!

[ Thankfully for Bobby, a piece of the broken table is keeping the barbed wire away from his back. James starts to stir first. He rolls himself off of Bobby, who has blood coming from the back of his head, and staggers to his feet. He grabs Bobby, and tries to guide him to his, but can’t because a piece of Bobby’s Singlet is caught on the barbed wire. He gives it one good tug, and the Singlet breaks away from the barbed wire. The barbed wire caused the strap on the left side of his Singlet to snap in two, and it hangs down on his body, as James guides him up to his , and leads him over to the ring. He rolls him in, then bends down, and looks up under the ring. He pulls out a table, then looks back under, and pulls out another one. He takes the ladder that Bobby had pulled out from under the ring apron earlier, and slides it into the ring. He then lifts the first table into the ring, then lifts the second one into the ring as well. He slides in, walks over to Bobby, and stomps him in the mid section a few times. He goes over, and sets up both tables. He goes back over to Bobby, guides him up to his feet, then Irish Whips him into the ropes. He goes for another Clothesline, but Bobby ducks up under it, grabs James by the neck, and gives him a Neck Breaker. They lay there motionless, as the crowd starts to get into the match again.

PEE DUBYA TEE, PEE DUBYA TEE, PEE DUBYA TEE, PEE DUBYA TEE, PEE DUBYA TEE!!!

[ Bobby feeds off of the crowd reaction, and starts to slowly get to his feet. James comes to, and begins to get to his feet as well. When they finally stand back up, Bobby gives James a kick to the gut, which makes James bend forward. He then runs back, bounces off the ropes, and gives James a Running Axe Kick to the back of the head. James hit’s the mat stomach first. Bobby bounces off the ropes again, and delivers a Leg Drop to James’s back, which makes him roll over to his side. Bobby gets to his feet, and looks around the ring. He spots the Bike Chain that he had earlier, and walks over and picks it up. H wraps it around his hand, as he walks back over to James, and gets on top of him, as he starts to punch him in the face with the Bike Chain that was wrapped around his fist.

Fecca: Bobby is beating him with that Bike Chain, and is showing him no mercy.

Styles: What would you expect Bob. If someone put your wife through a table, wouldn’t you want to do the same thing?

Fecca: Point taken Eddie.

[ Bobby whaps James in the head with the Bike Chain a few times, and draws blood in the process. He gets up, and helps James to his feet. He guides him over to the tables that are set up, and lays him across them. He goes and gets the other Steel Chair that was laying in the ring, and places it on top of James. He walks over, and picks up the ladder that James had brought into the ring, and sets it up. He notices that James is starting to stir, and makes his way over to him. He takes the Bike Chain, and whaps James across the head a few more times to send him back to dream street. Bobby lets the Bike Chain fall to the floor, as he turns around, and makes his way up the ladder. He gets to the top of it, and stands up, and tries to get his balance. The crowd is going wild, as he finally gets his bearings about him.

PEE DUBYA TEE, PEE DUBYA TEE, PEE DUBYA TEE, PEE DUBYA TEE, PEE DUBYA TEE!!!

[ He leaps off the ladder, and executes a Crescent City Connection (450 Splash), and sends him and James crashing through the tables. The roof damn near comes off the Angel arena, as the crowd explodes.

HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT!!!

Fecca: That was just insane, there is just no other way to put it.

Styles: I heard of going on all for the Pay Per View, but give me a break. He could have just seriously injured the both of them.

[ They both lay there motionless, but seeing as how bobby has landed on top of James, and has not rolled off, the ref goes down for the count. One….Two….Thr…kick out by James.

Fecca: Oh my God……James just kicked out. That is just unbelievable. There is no way that he should have survived that move…no freaking way.

Styles: There’s a title on the line Bob, and James wants it just as bad as Bobby wants to keep it.

Fecca: Neither of these men are going to give up until one of them can’t get up anymore.

Styles: By the looks of it, neither one of them will be able to get up now.

[ The crowd is going crazy, as the two men lay in the broken piles of wood. Bobby starts to stir, and rolls off of James. James pushes the Steel Chair off of himself, and rolls over on his back. Bobby gets up to one knee, and James does the same. They both look at each other, as Bobby gets up to his feet, and advances towards James. Without warning, James thrusts the Steel Chair that was next to him in an upwards motion, and hits Bobby in the chest with it, which makes Bobby stumble backwards. He gets to his feet, and brings the chair over, then comes down with all of his might. The chair shot gets Bobby right on the top of the head, and he stands there motionless for a few seconds, before going down to his knees. James raises the chair above his head once again, and comes down across Bobby head once more. Bobby drops to the mat like a rock, and winds up on his stomach. James turns him over, lays the Steel Chair on his chest, and goes over to the corner. He climbs the turnbuckle, leaps off, and executes The Eliminator (Shooting Star Leg Press). By this time, the crowd is cheering both men’s every move because they have been putting their bodies on the line, and the crowd is showing their appreciation. James knocks the chair off of Bobby, then goes for the pin. The ref gets down to make the count. One….Two….Thr…kick out by Bobby.

Fecca: Can you believe it, Bobby just kicked out of James pin attempt. I was sure that this match was over.

Styles: James may be a tough son of a gun, but Bobby has just proven without a shadow of a doubt that he is one of the toughest son of a guns out there bar none.

Fecca: After what we have witnessed today Eddie, I am a firm believer in the talents, as well as the intestinal fortitude of both of these guys.

[ James looks at the ref with a look of utter disbelief on his face. He stands back up, and slaps his hands three times in an effort to tell the ref that he think that he counted to slow. The ref tells him to be quiet, and get back to the match. James hurls a few obscenities at him, and does just that. He bends down, and guides Bobby to his feet, and gives him an Irish Whip into the ropes, and follows it up with a Power Slam. James gets back up to his feet, and heads out of the ring. He looks up under the ring, and pulls out a pair of handcuffs.

Fecca: Uh oh. This doesn’t look good for Bobby. If James puts those cuffs on him, he will have Bobby at his mercy. There won’t be a thing that Bobby could do to stop James.

Styles: I have to admit that this looks like the end of the TITANium title reign of the greatest TITANium Champion in PWT. It’s been a long ride, and he has broken a lot of records along the way. A definite future PWT Walk of Famer without question.

[ James gets back into the ring, and goes over to Bobby, and kneels down in front of him. He puts one of the handcuffs on his left wrist, then goes to put the other cuff on the right one. Before he can do it, Bobby comes to life, and delivers a shot to the throat of James, who grabs it, as he gags. Bobby gets up to one knee, takes the open cuff, and puts it on James right wrist. He takes his left arm, puts it over James head, and uses James own arm, to put him in a modified Bourbon Street Blues. Bobby knocks James over, and wraps his legs around his body, as he takes his arm, and yanks on his own arm, to put more pressure on the move. The ref asks James if he wants to give up, and James refuses. Bobby takes the arm that is cuffed to James’s arm, and wraps it around James’s neck to where both his arm, and James’s arm is choking him out. He uses his free arm to push on James’s elbow, to add even more pressure to the move. The crowd sees what is going on, and starts to chant.

TAP-OUT, TAP-OUT, TAP-OUT, TAP-OUT, TAP-OUT, TAP-OUT, TAP-OUT!!!

Fecca: James is in a precarious situation, and things are looking pretty grim for him.

Styles: He is still not giving up, and win or lose, he has proved that he is no quitter.

[ James face has turned to a dark shade of red by now, and his eyes look like they are bulged out. He seems to have stopped struggling, and the ref lifts up his arm, releases it, and lets it fall back to the mat. He picks it up again, lets it go, only to get the same result. He does it a third time, and when it falls back to the mat, he jumps up, and signals for the bell.

Sabrina: And your winner by submission, and still PWT TITANium Champion….BOBBY JOHNSON!!!

[ Bobby lets go of the move. The ref checks James, and finds the handcuff key in his wrestling boot. He unlocks the cuffs, as Bobby rolls away from them, and stagger to his feet. The ref hands him his PWT TITANium Championship, and he holds it in the air, then drops back down to a knee because he is so weak.

Fecca: This is a match that will be talked about for a very long time to come. These guys went balls out from the first bell, until the last one.

Styles: In the end, the better man won.

Fecca: The better man survived is more like it.

Styles: They will be feeling this match for weeks, and that’s a Eddie Styles guarantee.

[ Bobby has made his way out of the ring, and is limping back up the ramp, Bobby Johnson is at the top of the ramp, he holds the title high in the air celebrating his latest victory over James McKnight, but from behide comes David Baumann. Elbow to the back of the head of Bobby by David. Bobby's head goes forward and into his own title and knocks Bobby even more then the elbow could have. Bobby falls backwards into the arms of David, but not to hold back David hits Bobby with a knee to the back of the head. Bobby falls forward and hits his head on the steel. David picks Bobby up and a kick to the midsection, double underhooks the arm and "Welcome to Naptown". Baumann stands over Bobby, as Bobby rolls holding his back, and David can be heard...

"Hell Yeah, Just Like You."

YEEEEEEEEA! YEEEEEEEEEEEAH YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAH!"

[ In a single instant 20,000 strong are on their feet erupting like they've never erupted as "Superstar II" Is blasting over the PA.

Fecca, "WALLSTREET! WALLSTREET! BAH GAWD THE ODDS ARE ABOUT TO EVEN UP!"

Styles, "ARE THEY?! HE'S A DUBBYA TWO KAY GUY AS MUCH AS HE IS PEE DUBBYA TEE!"

Fecca, "OH MAH GAWD YOU'RE RIGHT! WHERE IS WALLSTREET'S LOYALTY?!"

[ The curtain swings to the side abruptly making the crowd grow even louder as we see WallStreet booking down the ramp. WallStreet slides into the ring and he delivers a stiff kick into the gut of Damien Collins before grabing him by the back of the neck and sending him sailing over the top rope.

Fecca, "NO!"

[ Reed smirks, I guess he thinks that after that trip to the bar he and WallStreet are kinda like friends. Reed extends his hand to WallStreet. WallStreet stomps him in the gut and BAM! Stock Market Crash 2 (Rock Bottom). The once booing crowd erupts again. Fame rushes over, Stiff right hand knocks him down and sends him rolling outside. James McKnight and Jason Caine look for a Double Clothesline but WallStreet ducks, extends his arms catching one of them on each side, hoists em up and nails a double SMC 2.

Fecca, "YES!"

[ They both roll outside as Lazerus stumbles back off a shot from Xander and bumps into WallStreet. Lazerus turns around just in time for Street to hoist him up on his shoulders, spin him around and nail the Dow Jones Industrial (TKO/Test's samoan 3/4 Neck breaker). Lazerus rolls out.

Fecca, "NO! WHAT  DAMN SIDE IS HE ON!"

Styles, "Same side he's always been on... HIS!"

[ WallStreet walks up behind Whysper who is pummeling Johnny Legend. WallStreet grabs his shoulders spinning them around and then clotheslines him up and over the top rope. Legend pulls himself up and WallStreet kicks him in the gut, hooks the arms, and nails the Stock Market Crash (Pedigree).

Fecca, "BAH GAWD HE'S CLEANIN' HOUSE!"

[ Legend rolls out of the ring when suddenly Green Ranger and David Van Dam nail a huge double forearm on WallStreet from behind. By Now the remaining W2K Guys have decided to high tail it as they're up on the stage now with Hamid Holding them back, and Nic Dangerously at front and center with the championship. Back in the ring Travis O'Neal suddenly side swipes David Van Dam out of his boots as Bobby Johnson quickly nails Green Ranger with the Killa Kick.

Fecca, "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?! WHO THE HELL IS ON WHO'S SIDE?!"

[ WallStreet gets up and sees Travis and Bobby both standing beside him. WallStreet glances across the ring where the remaining PWT Guys are standing together, debating on whether or not to shoot on WallStreet, Bobby, and Travis... And IMAGE!

[ So to set the scene... On the stage Hamid Ismali and Nic Dangerously are in front of team W2K, some of which are holding their necks and heads,and some of which who are just looking on curiously. Team PWT still has a few bodies scattered around ringside, but in the ring the remaining members... Summer Stratus, MJ Storm and Georgia James, and Damien Collins who has gotten back in the ring from the first attack by WallStreet.... Those four are in a collection looking across the ring to WallStreet, Bobby, Travis, and Image who are standing strong just waiting for someone to bring it. Back at ringside FWA is being held back by their leader and Sean Hunter restrained by security.

Fecca, "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?! WHO'S LOYAL TO WHO! WHERE DOES WALLSTREET STAND?! AND... AND... BOBBY AND IMAGE JOHNSON FOR THAT MATTER! BAH GAWD WHAT CHOAS!"

[ The scene slowly fades off the air.

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The Following is not on film and was done live solely for the live audience.

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[ Everyone is at stand still when the cameras click off the air. Upon realization that the cameras are off, Hamid leads his W2K Army backstage, probably to make a fast get away. Back in the ring team PWT is still at a stand still with... erm... Team WallStreet? WallStreet grabs a microphone from ringside as he walks toward center ring.

WallStreet, "Before this goes any further, there's one thing I've wanted to do all week, outside of wrestle Ric Flair, which unfortuantly didn't happen. Now I'm sure that most of you are curious as to what that one thing is and hones..."

BAM!

[ Out of no where he lunges forward and cracks MJ Storm with the Microphone. MJ Staggers forward and his teamates are about to step forward when they notice that WallStreet's teamates are watching them, but not moving... An unspoken understanding has just been made to leave this one on one. WallStreet delivers a stiff kick between the legs of MJ and puts MJ's skull in the set up for a powerbomb or Piledriver.

WallStreet, "This is how Un-legitimate superstars perform."

[ With that WallStreet hooks the arms, hoist him up into the air... and BAM! Stock Market Crash in the center of the ring as "Superstar II" By Saliva blasts over the PA. WallStreet rolls out of the ring as Bobby, Image, and Travis follow, leaving team PWT To check on their fallen superstar.