[ The camera draws up off of Sabrina and takes a sky shot of the crowd, ring, and that whole area before slowly switching into a shot of the stage as the lights dim and the PWT-A-Vision kicks on with various clips of WallStreet and Eris…

"Clickity Clank, Clickity Clank, The Money Goes Into My Piggy Bank
Clickity Clank, Clickity Clank, The Money Goes Into My Piggy Bank
I’ll Get Atcha…"

[ The crowd is booing loudly, but not nearly as loudly as when the curtain draws back and from behind it steps Eris with WallStreet standing close behind.

Sabrina, "Introducing first… Making her way from San Juan Puerto Rico… Accompanied to ringside this evening by the Corporate Icon Taylor "WallStreet" McCallister… The Goddess of Discord… EEEEEEEEERISSSS!"

[ The crowd is booing loudly as Eris and WallStreet progress down the ramp, Eris shooting the occasional look of disdain to various fans as WallStreet just struts arrogantly, encouraging Eris as they go.

Fecca, "Finally, two months after WallStreet made his return to Professional Wrestling Today to ruin Becca’s wedding day by revealing she’d invertedly wed herself to him during a moment of deep intoxication."

Styles, "So what? You think she didn’t know what she was doing?"

Fecca, "Well frankly… No. No I don’t."

Styles, "PFFT! Look Bobby, Becca’s a woman. Women wet themselves over Ben Franklin. WallStreet’s got a whole freaking Military of Ben Franklins. Women have a sixth sense for finding the easiest way to be set for life and being married to WallStreet isn’t just the easiest way, but it’s also the best way because there’s very few who’s bank account hosts as many zeros as WallStreet’s… Well, at least with a real number in front of those zeros anyway."

Fecca, "First of all, Becca is perfectly fine off, she certainly doesn’t need WallStreet’s money or anybody elses for that matter. Secondly, even if she wasn’t as well off as she is, I refuse to believe she’s that kinda woman. Just because your ex wife was a rotten scoundrel doesn’t mean every woman is."

Styles, "…………… Gee Bobby, way to keep things professional."

Fecca, "Aww… Look man I didn’t mean to drudge up hurtful memories I just…"

Styles, "GAH-HA! I think you were about to cry! Sucker."

Fecca, "Well… Isn’t that nice."

Styles, "You should have seen yourself, (mockingly) "I didn’t mean to drudge up hurtful memories, I just… Waaaaah" GAHAHAHAHAHA! Oh Bobby, you’re priceless… And ironically I still can’t get anyone to buy ya!"

[ Eris walks up the steps as WallStreet saunters behind her… Heh, How would ya like to have his view? Never the less, Eris enters the ring between the first and second ropes as WallStreet follows in between the second and third.

"Hey Yo… You Don’t Have to Love Me…"

[ The scene switches from the ring back to the stage as the crowd goes absolutely ballistic

"… You don’t even have to Like Me… But You Will Respect me…"

Fecca, "And the moment we’ve been waiting for is about to culminate..."

"You know Why? ………… Because I’m A BOSS!"

[ "Bossy" by Kelis begins blasting over the PA as from behind the curtain, ready for action, steps the one and only…

[ Becca Wipwreck-McCallister.

Sabrina, "AND THE CHALLANGER… Making her way from Grand Rapids Michigan, she is the CHAIRWOMAN of Professional Wrestling Today… She is BECCA……… WIPPPPPPPPWRECKKKKK!"

[ Can ya feel the glare Sabrina must be getting from WallStreet? Guess it’s better to have WallStreet glare at ya then to risk unemployment.

Styles, "GAH! Why can’t any of you chumps get it right! MCCALLISTER! Her last name is MCCALLISTER! And it’s not like this is me supporting WallStreet, it’s a legal freaking fact!"

Fecca, "Maybe so, but we have more respect for Ms. Wipwreck then to acknowledge it. Besides, with any luck it won’t be a legal fact after tonight."

Styles, "I Wouldn’t bet on it. Becca’s oh-in-one against Eris and after tonight I’m sure that’ll be oh-in-two."

Fecca, "Perhaps if WallStreet intervenes again, but hopefully knowing what happened last month the official will have a sharper eye."

Styles, "You and your conspiracy theories. What happened last month was Becca failed to kick out to the far superior Eris… Period. The End."

Fecca, "Yeah well, despite your selective memory I believe we have the footage of what happened last night on hand…"

Styles, "WHAT?! No! Don’t play that!"

Fecca, "And that folks is how Becca got unceremoniously screwed out of her last opportunity at divorcing that pompous ass WallStreet."

Styles, "That’s right… One Two Three in the middle of the ring just as I described it. Thanks for that video verification."

[ By the time that clip concludes Becca is entering the ring between the second and third ropes. Her eyes are hooked on WallStreet’s, glaring at him. WallStreet steps in front of Eris and takes a few steps into the center of the ring as Becca meets him and official Frank Mason tries to stay between and get WallStreet to get out of the ring. Becca and WallStreet exchange a few words, although very few of them get picked up by our cameras. Suddenly from behind Eris clips the legs of Becca making her crumble as Mason calls for the bell and now becomes twice as persistent that WallStreet leave the ring.

[ Eris starts putting the boots to Becca as WallStreet puts his hands up to reflect his innocence as he offers no resistance to the official’s instructions now and walks backwards to the ropes and then exits the ring between the second and third ropes.

Fecca, "And to no surprise WallStreet assists Eris in getting an underhanded advantage in the early goings of this contest."

Styles, "Hey, WallStreet can’t help the fact that Women find themselves completely distracted by his charm and oblivious to their surroundings."

Fecca, "Yeah… That’s what it was."

Styles, "Well why don’t you argue with WallStreet himself. It looks like he’s heading our way."

Fecca, "Oh goody."

[ Back in the ring we see Eris go for a quick cover after the series of stomps. Of course it only gets her a one count, but it’s the thought that counts.

WallStreet, "Hello Kiddies."

Styles, "WallStreet! Thanks for joining us."

WallStreet, "No Problemo."

Fecca, "So should we expect to see you screw Becca over again much the same as you did last month at Final Verdict or are you actually gonna let this thing go down as a one on one contest?"

WallStreet, "Well yeah, you can definitely expect me to screw Becca again… And Again and again and Again! She’s my wife after all. Don’t know about letting you "See" it parse though… Go watch Chyna and X Pac if you wanta see wrestler porn you sick freak."

Styles, "Yeah! …………… But uh, You’ll let your good buddy The Styles see it right?"

WallStreet, "Maybe if you hadn’t of called yourself "The Styles", but you just lost coolness points with me for sounding like The Crock."

[ Back in the ring Eris takes Becca to the corner. Eris delivers a stiff chop that makes the crowd "Ooooo" as Becca lets out a scream of pain. Eris draws back and SMACK! Another big chop reddening the rather large chest of Becca. Apparently, however, that second chop was enough for Becca because she grabs Eris, swings her around so she’s in the corner now and doesn’t hesitate as she now delivers a huge chop across Eris’ chest, drawing a huge cheer from the fans.

Styles, "Ya know, I don’t recall being nearly as turned on watching Terry Funk and Ric Flair chop each other back during the old NWA Days."

WallStreet, "Nearly as Turned on? But you were still turned on then? Ya know, I’m starting to think I may have prematurely assumed you to be alright…"

Styles, "No! No! I’m a cool cat, I swear! Ken Mitchell’s the fruit, not me!"

WallStreet, "Mitchell definitely reeks of Apples and Oranges, no doubt about that."

[ Becca nails a second and a third chop before pulling Eris out of the corner and taking her over with a big hip toss. The fans are getting loud in support of the self proclaimed Corporate Iconess as Eris rolls closer to the far ropes, holding her back in pain. Becca hits the ropes and comes darting toward Eris, perhaps considering a running knee or a stomp or any one of dozens of possible running moves, but Eris slides back and delivers a drop Toe Hold making Becca’s upper torso land hard on the second rope.

WallStreet, "Be right back fellas."

[ We hear the headset get put down as Eris get’s up and draws the referee into an argument back closer to the other side of the ring.

Fecca, "Where the Hell’s he going?!"

Styles, "Wherever he damn well pleases! Now no your roll Jabroni."

Fecca, "Getting ready to sell the business up the river to go make a movie?"

Styles, "Not yet, but if Hollywood made the right offer I might consider it."

[ As Eris continues to argue with Mason, WallStreet reaches up and puts his hands around the back of Becca’s head, pulling down and thus choking her on that second rope.

Fecca, "Oh come on!"

Styles, "Oh like this is the first time WallStreet’s made her choke."

[ Apparently Mason’s more alert then most officials because it doesn’t take him long to realize Eris is arguing over nothing. He turns around and his eyes get wide with aggravation as WallStreet quickly releases Becca and throws his hands up in innocence as his facial expression is probably comparable to if Josiah got caught with an elementary school year book, a box of tissues, and a bottle of KY Lube. Mason points to WallStreet and then charismatically points to the back while yelling, "YOU’RE OUTTA HERE!"

The fans erupt as Fecca exclaims, "YES! GREAT OFFICIATING!"

Styles, "NO! Of all the times for one of these lackadaisical referees to become alert he picks NOW?! COME ON!"

[ WallStreet starts screaming at the ref in protest but Mason’s not having it and WallStreet certainly can’t afford to get Eris Disqualified… No, literally, he can’t afford it, that bitch is likely to get half if she wins her divorce! So with that in mind, he reluctantly starts heading to the back.

Crowd: NAH NAH NAH-NAH… NAH NAH NAH-NAH… HEY-HEY-HEY… GOODBYE! NAH NAH NAH-NAH… NAH NAH NAH-NAH… HEY-HEY-HEY… GOODBYE!

Styles, "HEY! STOP THAT!"

Fecca, "YES! WallStreet’s been ejected from ringside and now… Now MAYBE we can see this done the right way… One on One, Woman to woman."

Styles, "This is a travesty! WallStreet was just trying to caress his wife’s head to show her sympathy for the beating Eris is unloading on her!"

Fecca, "That’s crap and you know it."

[ Back in the ring Eris is just as upset about WallStreet’s exile as Styles and that’s evident by the onslaught of choice words she has for official Frank Mason. Suddenly her eyes fill with shock as she drops back and we see Becca underneath rolling her up with a Schoolboy… Erm… Schoolgirl pin, thus making the crowd erupt. Mason drops down and begins counting …………………1……………………2 Just two as Eris kicks out.

Fecca, "Eris caught off guard and nearly paid the price on that exchange."

[ Eris and Becca both pop up and Becca rushes in for a clothesline but Eris ducks under, reaches back, grabs two fist fulls of Becca’s golden locks and drops down with a neckbreaker of sorts. The crowd starts booing and an equally unpleased Frank Mason admonishes Eris (who is still on her ass from delivering the neck breaker) for pulling the hair. Eris rolls over and laterally press covers Becca as Mason drops down and counts again ………………………1………………………2…… Only two as Becca powers the shoulder up. Eris gets up and mocks what she felt was a slow count as Becca holds her and sculpt in pain. Eris looks down at Becca in disgust and begins drawing back and delivering well calculated stomps to the upper torso of Becca. Becca rolls over to her chest, still holding her neck. Eris hovers over the back of Becca, squats down, locks her fingers under Becca’s chin, and pulls back in a modified chinlock/camel clutch type deal. Becca kicks and screams in pain as Mason drops down to see if she wants to give. Eris spots a fan screaming in support of Becca so she screams, "SHUT UP!" This of course draws a bunch of Becca supporters out of the wood work as a chant begins…

Crowd: BECCA! BECCA! BECCA! BECCA! BECCA! BECCA! BECCA! BECCA!

Fecca, "This capacity crowd is getting behind Becca Wipwreck."

Styles, "Bet this isn’t the first time she’s had a whole building full of people "behind" her."

Fecca, "You really must not be overly keen on staying employed."

Styles, "Well there’s pros and cons to losing my job. Con, I can’t pay my bills and risk becoming homeless, pro, I don’t have to sit next to you two hours a week. Pretty even sided, so I just go with the flow and whatever happens happens."

[ As the crowd chants Becca’s name we see her hand waving for them to grow even louder. The crowd follows her direction and she gets to her knees as Eris swings her right leg back around so she’s no longer hovering over Becca’s back, but is to her side with the chinlock still well in place. The crowd is going wild as Becca comes up to a knee now.

Crowd: BECCA! BECCA! BECCA! BECCA! BECCA!

Eris: SHUT UP! ALL OF YOU! SHUT UP!

Crowd: BECCA! BECCA! BECCA! BECCA! BECCA!

[ The crowd’s boost in cheers brings Becca up to her feet, although she’s still bent over and locked in the chin lock. BAM! Big elbow to the gut of Eris, backing her up. BAM! A second. Bada-BAM! A third and final elbow as Eris finally relinquishes the hold. Becca grabs Eris wrist, pushes her against the ropes and goes to shoot her off with an Irish Whip but Eris swings around and reverses sending Becca across the ring. Becca hits the ropes and Eris goes for the back elbow but Becca stops on a dime like an 08 Jag, swings around so Becca and Eris are back to back, hooks Eris’ arms, drops to her knees and slides Eris shoulders to the mat as the crowd is going wild and Mason drops down ……………1……………2…… Only two, drawing a disappointed gasp from the fans.

Fecca, "Text book back slide and Becca gets two, two and a half."

[ Becca and Eris both get right back to there feet but Eris is quick to cut her off with a Kevin Nash like hip check to the boss lady’s gut. Eris places her neck under Becca’s arm and vice versa, her arm over Becca’s neck. Eris grabs a fist full of Becca’s pants, hoists her up… Stalls… And then drives her down with a hard brainbuster. Eris looks to the crowd, "HOW DO YA LIKE THAT?!" The crowd boos in disapproval as Eris floats over and hooks the near leg. Mason drops down and counts ………………1…………………2………………… Only two as Becca kicks out, making the crowd erupt as she rolls to her stomach and holds her neck. Eris gets up, glaring hard at Mason as she contests what she feels is another slow count.

Fecca, "Becca less than a hiccup away from defeat on that exchange."

Styles, "If this ref wasn’t slowing up his counts to keep his job this thing would be over by now."

Fecca, "That’s ludicrous! The official’s done a great job all night!"

Styles, "Great if you’re bipartisan to Mrs. McCallister, but for an unbiased professional such as myself, it’s plain to see Eris is getting screwed harder then Becca on her wedding night."

Fecca, "Oh please."

Styles, "Please preach on? No worries, a man of truth and justice like me always keeps people remembering great injustices like this politically influenced official."

Fecca, "Thank God I have great eye care coverage because at the rate you’re going my eyes may roll right out of my head."

[ Back in the ring Becca is crawling toward the ropes as Eris finally stops arguing with Mason. Becca gets to the ropes but Eris grabs her hair, forcing her throat over the second rope as she reaches out, grabs the bottom rope and pulls up while using her body to push down on Becca, thus choking the Corporate Iconess on the ropes. Mason rushes over and tries to pull her off briefly before applying his count ………………1……………2…………3…………4…… Eris breaks at four and Mason get’s in front of her and demands she back off. Eris darts to the other side of the ring as Mason turns his back and walks to Becca’s side to check on her. Eris comes back and extends the leg, kind of leg dropping Becca’s back while she’s still on the second rope ala Steve Austin and/or the Big Bossman. Mason backs her off and Becca finally falls off the ropes, holding her neck.

Fecca, "Well most of the impact from that maneuver by Eris was distributed across the shoulders and up through the neck of Miss Wipwreck. Eris attack thus far has steadily focused on the neck, which, could be a huge difference maker as that’s a very fragile and instrumental part of the anatomy."

[ Eris drops down and delivers another later press cover. Mason drops down and counts ………………1………………2………… Becca grabs the bottom rope breaking the count. Eris gets up, clearly sick of playing around as she yells "SCREW THIS! IT’S OVER!"

[ Eris stalks behind Becca as Becca uses one arm to help her pull herself up on the ropes, the other nursing he neck. Becca gets up and staggers away from the ropes as Eris continues to stalk. Becca finally turns around and Eris shoots her leg out looking to nail a stiff side kick but Becca front rolls under Eris leg and out of the way… Referee Frank Mason, however, wasn’t nearly as lucky as he was behind Becca before she moved. Mason falls back and rolls under the bottom corner ropes. Eris sees the official down and out and shrugs nonchalantly.

Fecca, "Eris looking for a superkick of sorts and ended up taking out the referee."

[ Eris turns around and BAM! Right hand. BAM! A second. KA-BAM! The crowd goes wild as the third right drops Eris hard.

Fecca, "Look at her go!"

[ Eris rolls up and comes back to attempt to cut Becca back off but to no avail as Becca takes her back down with a clothesline.

Fecca, "CLOTHESLINE!"

[ The Crowd is going wild as Eris staggers back up. She turns around and Becca jumps up, wraps her legs around Eris neck and takes her over with a big hurrincarana as the crowd continues marking out. Becca jumps up and starts firing up (playing t o the crowd).

Fecca, "The hurrincarana puts Eris on the mat an down Becca could be looking to put her away and FINALLY secure her divorce!"

Styles, "Come on Eris! Get up!"

[ We see Eris crawling to the ropes on the time keeper’s side of the ring as Becca crouches down behind her, waving for her to get up in a fashion similar to The Rock. Surprising though, a lot of fans are booing… But why?

[ Aww crap! Here comes WallStreet and he’s got a steel chair in hand!

Fecca, "What the Hell is he doing here?!"

Styles, "Forget the whys, just thank God he is!"

[ WallStreet slides in at the same time as Eris gets up. Eris stumbles back a couple of steps before turning around right into a kick to the gut by Becca. Becca turns around grabing Eris’ head, obviously planning on hitting her stunner based finisher but as she turns her eyes get wide as WallStreet draws the steel chair back. He swings for the fences and CRRRRRRRRRRRACK!

Styles, "NO!"
Fecca, "Becca got out of the way and BAH GOD Eris just ate a face full of steel!"

[ WallStreet drops the chair to his side as his eyes get wide in disbelief. He grabs two fist fulls of his own hair as he screams, "NO! NO! SON OF A BITCH NO!"

[ WallStreet feels a tapping at his shoulder. He turns around and SMACK! The crowd goes ballistic as Becca delivers a bitch slap with such force that WallStreet’s spit literally flies into the crowd. He spins around and stumbles to the ropes as Becca runs back and bounces off the opposite set of ropes. WallStreet turns around and when he does Becca launches herself up, plants her feet on WallStreet’s chest, and drop kicks him so hard he falls back through the ropes and falls to the floor. Becca, however, used WallStreet’s chest as a launching pad and flipped back off the impact of the drop kick and ended up landing an inverted moonsault off Wally’s chest onto Eris, drawing a huge reaction as Mason, holding his jaw, crawls over.

Fecca, "BAH GAWD! WHAT AGILITY!"

Mason & Crowd: ………………………………………ONE!

Fecca, "YES! THIS COULD BE IT!"

Mason & Crowd: ……………………………………………TWO!

Styles, "KICK OUT ERIS, KICK OUT!"

[ The stage is set for the PWT People’s Championship to be defended. The cameras pan backstage where we see Angelique leaving the Caine Clan locker room with the title strapped around her waist. She gets around the corner and makes her way to the gorilla position when there in the shadows… is her challenge. Matlock springs up and out, catching by surprise.

Matlock: Surprised to see me Angel? I decided I was tired of waiting.

[ He surges forward and plants a fist right on her kisser, sending her staggering back and then attacks again with a knee to the mid section as he grabs Angelique and throws her up the steps, she’s trying to get her bearings as Matlock continues to throw left and right at Angel’s head and then we see our People’s Champion appear at the top of the ramp as Matlock follows through the curtains.

Fecca: Matlock starting this match off early!

Styles: He wants to send a message.

[ The two of them continue to brawl until they find their way into the ring. Angel is in first and then Matlock follows as he slides in, giving Angel the chance to take advantage with kicks to the back as she removes her title. A referee is already there and the bell rings as the two of them continue to go at it. Right now Angel has the advantage but that soon switches over to Matlock as the struggle continues.

Fecca: Exciting match here that began even before they hit the ring.

[ As the two of them trade turns in taking over, the crowd explodes in cheers when a very familiar face makes his way down to the ring.

Styles: It’s Seifer!

Fecca: He’s got a tag title match later, what’s he doing out here?

[ Matlock throws Angel to the outside and sees Seifer walking down, he throws him the bird and then heads outside to work on Angel some more, trying to weaken her lower back for his finisher. Seifer has now made his way to the timekeepers table, grabs the People’s title and brings it over to the announce table where he takes a seat.

Styles: Well hello your majesty! To what do we owe this great pleasure?

Fecca: Such an ass kisser.

Styles: Stand up and show some respect to the King!

Seifer: Hey boys. Eddie’s right Bob, show some respect. That’s what I’m doing right now, just came out to get a closer look at these two fine competitors.

Fecca: You know both of them very well, somehow I doubt that’s all you’re going to do.

Styles: Don’t listen to him Seif. Robbie are you insinuating our King would try and attack one of them?!

Fecca: Yea… Angel now taking advantage as she throws Matlock into the ring post! This match has been intense from the get go, why don’t you commentate on it!

Styles: I’m being a civil host.

[ Back in the ring now Angel is puttin’ dem boots to Matlock as she really starts to take it to him, showing him just why she’s the People’s Champion. Matlock is reeling as well all the while the three person commentating team for now go from match mentions to idle chit chat, mainly that consist of Fecca thinking Seifer’s got something up his sleeve. In the ring Matlock regains control and slams Angel down with a Matlock Go Round, getting a near fall.

Fecca: The one from 2003!

Seifer: That one was close, but Lique’s not gonna go down that easily.

Styles: Hey Seif, now that you’re with Izzy, you know, mind if I have a shot at Georgia?

Fecca: Eddie!

Styles: WHAT?! I’ve been patient for a long time!

Seifer: Haha, whatever floats your boat Eddie, though Matlock might get jealous.

[ Matlock continues to pound on Angel, really getting her reeling but every now and then she surges back into it and taking Matlock down scoring a couple near falls after hitting the Soul Fusion and later Chaos.

Fecca: Angel could have it here!

[ However Matlock isn’t about to give up and finally ends up knocking Angel down with a super kick. Matlock keeps telling everyone that he isn’t done yet, he isn’t done yet. After hitting a Matlock Drop he still doesn’t look like he’s ready for this to be over as a sick smile crosses his face. He has now taken full control the last couple minutes but doesn’t look like he’s satisfied yet. He then slides to the outside, pointing to Seifer as he does so.

Fecca: Well Matlock looks like he’s coming over here.

Seifer: Whatchu want chump?

Fecca: I think he’s telling you you better stay out of his way.

Styles: Or he just wants the title.

[ Matlock walks by and takes the People’s Championship as he throws it into the ring, underneath the refs legs and then gets in again. The ref tells him off but he just flicks him off as he waits for the referee to get the title belt. Meanwhile we can see Matlock lifting up his shirt and in his back sticking out he’s grabbing for…

Fecca: Matlock’s got that damned Monkey Wrench!

Styles: You mean his TRUSTY Monkey Wrench!

[ The ref walks over and hands the belt to the time keeper as Matlock goes to connect with Angelique’s head BUT SHE DUCKS IT! Angel kicks Matlock in the gut, grabbing his monkey wrench and cracking him over the head with it… right as the ref turns around. He begins swinging his arms around wildly as her eyes go wide, shaking her head no. The bell rings.

Fecca: HE MISSED, SHE CONNECTED!

Styles: But the ref caught her, I think she’s being DQ’d!

Sabrina: Your winner due to disqualification… MATT MATLOCK!!

[ Angel looks pissed, not wanting to end the match that way as the referee hands her the title.

Seifer: See Bob, I didn’t even do anything but get a closer look, just like I said.

Styles: At two potential opponents?

Seifer: Tonight marked the closest I’ve ever gotten to that title… it’s about time I change that.

[ Seifer winks and takes off his head set as he walks around the ring, clapping for the two superstars. He gives Angel a pat on the back as he heads off to the side and she lifts the title up. Matlock meanwhile glares at her through the ropes.

Fecca: Well, Matlock wins but Angelique remains champion; I got a feeling this isn’t over.

[ The two of them stare down as we fade tothe backstage area again. 

BF" Fans I know this goes without saying, but if you have small children in the room with you at home...Please take them out ,this match is getting beyond brutal"

ES" I know...Isn't it GREAT"

With both men in agony its Nova who somehow manages to pull himself up with the ropes long enough to free his leg...He sinks to the mat and struggles with the use of the ropes to get up...Cm's torso looks like he has been buthering livestock and his back in one massive bruise thats growing by the minute, but yet neither man looks on the verge of quitting....Cm and Nova both stagger to their feet and back towards the center of the ring exchanging a flurry of back and forth punches with Cm seemingly getting the upper hand yet again, he rocks Nova with right hook to the cheers of the fans..The chant gets louder with each punch he lands.

[ Footsteps are heard backstage as the cameras zoom up a man walking with boots, jeans and finally we see wearing a gray t-shirt. We get to his face and its revealed to be none other than Kiefer Sutherland who gets a HUGE pop from the crowd.

Fecca: KIEFER SUTHERLAND IS AT IMMORTAL GLORY!

Styles: Its stars like him that really sell the fact that Immortal Glory is one of our elite PPV's.

Kiefer: Immortal Glory. Two years ago the phenomenon was started as a Free Per View event. It would not only go on to host the Match of the Year, an Iron Man match between then Heavyweight Champion Seifer and challenger David Van Dam but would also capture PPV of the Year at the PWT Choice Awards. Immortal Glory II soon followed in its footsteps as it captured PPV of the Year a second time. Immortal Glory.  Where the stars of Professional Wrestling Today fight for their names to be forever immortalized in the annuls of PWT history. Where true glory is attained through blood, sweat, tears, and broken bodies. This is Immortal Glory.

[ Kiefer grins, it was time.

Kiefer: Don't mind the broken kayfabe, as you've seen on my show, 24, sometimes you have to break the rules to get results.

[ The cameras begin to black out, however we can still hear Kiefer's voice.

The following takes place between the Heavyweight Title match and the "I Quit" match.

[ His words appear on the black screen and then digitalize out as the scene opens backstage.

“WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

[ Echoes through the halls where we see two sweaty, sexy wrestlers walking down the hallway arms latched onto each other with the Tag Team Championships around their waists and bottles of champagne in their free hands. They’re spraying it all over the damn place, pouring and drinking it on themselves as well. Truly a beautiful site to be hold.

Seifer: WE THE CHAMPS BABY, WHOOOOOOO!!!

Isabell: HELL YEAH! Summer thought she could stop us, EH EH! X-Man thought he could stop up us NOOOOOOO!!

[ They continue the party and showing everyone want two celebrating champs more or less right after their match when they come across Marcus after his conversation with Bobby. He doesn’t see them and Seifer takes the champagne bottle, places his finger over the top of it and shakes it before spraying it right in his face as he turns around.

Fecca: UGH! Those two sicken me!

Styles: Why?

Fecca: Spraying champagne in Marcus’ face? I may not like the guy but that’s just damned cruel!

Styles: He should be celebrating with them. If he really loved Izzy he’d be happy she got what he could never give her!

Fecca: You’re just as messed up as them.

Styles: No I just recognize talent.

[ Now the power couple tag champs come across Georgia’s locker room. Seifer looks over at Izz.

Seifer: I think we should go pay her a visit. A little ‘thanks’ for helping out.

Isabell: Mm, good idea. You thinking what I’m thinking?

Seifer: Yes, but that’d be waaaaay too mean.

[ She punches him in the arm.

Isabell: NOT THAT!

Seifer: Oh… *blushes* then I guess not.

[ She whispers into his ear and in they waltz in where we see Georgia packing up her things, she’d probably stay like all stars do till the end of the show and then leave right after. She stops and looks at the two, kind of wondering what the hell they want.

Seifer: Relax, we just wanted to extend our gratitude. Nothing like having someone being the cause of our great victory and trying to steal our glory as the single greatest faction to ever grace this company.

Isabell: Yeah Gee, and I know we got off on the wrong foot, so let me welcome you to our party.

[ She grabs that champagne bottle and before Georgia can say anything she shakes and sprays as Georgia yells at her but again like Marcus it’s all in her eyes and by the time she can see again, they’re off their merry little way!

Fecca: This is ridiculous.

Styles: She had it coming.

Isabell: ALL HAIL THE GODDESS QUEEN AND HER KING! The downright greatest, most unstoppable force in ALLLLLLLL OF WRESTLING!

[ Right then they come across Kenneth Mitch who has a microphone in hand and looks excited to get word with the new champs.

Ken: Seifer, Isabell! You just won the tag team titles, how does it feel?

Isabell: Yet another title The Izz has acquired, once again proving that *I* am the top female around here!

Ken: Strong words considering three champs are women, not including the Femme Fatale herself.

Seifer: We’ll get to everyone in a second Kenny boy, don’t you worry. Four times and I gotta say this time, feels the best. We beat two people who shouldn’t have even been in that ring in the first place and now we stand as the top in the business.

Ken: Well no one can deny that you guys are good, good together too. But you cheated quite a lot in that match. How can you say you’re at the top?

Isabell: So?!

[ Seifer grins.

Seifer: That’s my girl. The late, great Eddie Guerrero said ‘if you’re not cheating, you’re not trying.’ Ever since my Horsemen days I always said I do what I want, when I want, how I want, Seifer style. We had fun out there tonight, if people don’t like it? Tough. We’re on top because let’s face it; I don’t need a singles title to prove I’m the best in this company. I’m the gat damn King and like it or not, Seifer is the standard bearer, period.

Ken: So why do you have your eyes set on the People’s title.

Seifer: Don’t ask stupid questions Ken.

Isabell: You’re going to be like everyone else, questioning why we’re so good. But honestly the list of champions makes you wonder how you ever got on without us as champs. The new Backyard Champ?

Seifer: She’s good alright, for a month that is until she gets bored of the title and flees again for two months.

Isabell: The People’s Champ?

Seifer: She’s the one solid champion, after seeing the way she promoted her match this week it’s no doubt she’s golden…

[ /Sarcasm.

Seifer: Hopefully she beats her challengers because soon it’ll be just me and her. The Titanium Champ?

Isabell: She didn’t defend tonight? Figures. Similar to SinDee, hold a title, get bored, dump it for other things, no wonder the FF title is trash.

Seifer: Nice headway, the Femme Fatale Champ.

Isabell: Who?! Goes to show you any girl can walk in, shake their ass for those who matter and next thing you know they’re champ. It’s why the PWT Jingle Belle > Femme Fatale.

Seifer: As ridiculous sounding as that title is, you’re right.

Isabell: The Heavyweight Champ?

Seifer: Being forced to fight nobodies until he loses the title to the Klu Kaine Klan. I smell setup… and luckily I dun care. I don’t like the guy, but at least he’s the one credible champ behind us.

Ken: You guys are so full of yourselves.

Isabell: With good reason, now run along little boy, you bore me and I want to celebrate some more.

[ Ken Mitch scurries along as Seifer shoves him and the tag champs continue their celebrating ways, heading back to their suite style locker room where there’s even more champagne and even a hot tub. The door is locked and we fade to Borat.

Borat: SEXY TIME! Very nice!!

[ Faaaaaaaade!