[ We've just had a replay show us the closing moments of Atkins versus Styles. Once its done and the announcers have given their opinions, its time for the next match.

Bob Fecca: I can't wait any longer for this match!! Its a number one contendership Eddie!

Eddie Styles: Even before this match begins, i can bet who will win...but i shall keep that to myself for now.

Bob Fecca: Typical

[ Suddenly, "King Nothing" rumbles across the PA, as a woman's voice repeats "Danger... danger... danger..." over and over. Red and white strobes flare across the rampway, and the song kicks in just after the woman says "You have just entered... the dangerzone!", at the chorus, and Nic E Dangerously walks out on stage, with arms extended parallel to the floor, and he spins as he walks down to the ramp.

Sabrina: The following match is schedule for one fall, and it is a number one contendership for the PWT People Title...Making his way to the ring, from San Antonio texas, weighing in at 260lbs...Nic E Dangerously!

[ Once he hits the ring, he walks up the steps, holding the top rope with his left hand, as his right arm extends up, with a fist. He turns to the ring and enters. Then, As the arena lights are dimmed the fans come alive. "Behind Space '99" by In Flames spreads through the arena further enticing the fans, knowing what's to come. PWT’s main camera falls upon the black guerrilla curtains as they begin to move, a shadowy figure emerging from behind. The figure slowly steps into the light, arms etched in a crucifixesque pose, face aimed towards the heavens. Lowering his arms, Deus begins a methodical walk to the ring, eyes well and truly focused on that which is before him.

Sabrina: And making his way to the ring...From Australia...weighing in at 214lbs...Deus!!

[ Making his way up the steel steps he wipes his feet on the apron as if he were Regal himself before entering through the ropes. NED quickly attacks him, knocking him into the ropes, before he had chance to see it coming. NED then begins to connect with various fore arms before pulling Deus up to his feet. Deus quickly comes back with a few sharp elbows to the gut before irish whipping NED into the turnbuckle. Deus then runs across for a quick turnbuckle spear, but NED moves out of the way, watching at Deus runs into the turnbuckle. The crowd boo as NED smirks at the sound of Deus' yelps. NED then grabs him from behind, pulling him from in between the two ropes. NED lets Deus stumble back a few steps, before clotheslining him down onto the canvas. Deus flops down into a sandwhich shape, his head between his legs, on his back. NED comes around and slips down onto his legs, getting a pin fall. [one.two] .Deus kicks out, sending NED into the ropes. NED pulls himself up, and goes across to Deus, but is caught with a sudden Inzaguri. NED flops down to the canvas.

Bob Fecca: Oh My God, what an impact Eddie!

Eddie Styles: Impact...you call that an impact.....disgraceful.

[ Deus pulls himself round, bringing himself to his feet. Deus drags NED up to his feet by his hair, kneeing him in the cheek. The impact makes a slapping noise as Deus slams NED onto his back. Deus waddles across the ring for a break, but NED begins to crawl behind him. Deus turns around, and is caught by a sudden roll up. [one.two] .The shocked Deus kicks out, and slams his hands onto the canvas, running to his feet. He seems really angry as he goes for the attack, but NED dodges a clothesline, and delivers a sharp kick to the gut before irish whipping him into the turnbuckle. NED then runs at him, hitting a in corner clothesline. Deus then begins to stumble forward, and it appears to be close to the end of the match as NED bull dogs Deus into the centre of the ring. The crowd begin to boo as NED poses. NED then moves around Deus, and pulls his head back in a crippler cross face submission, but he releases it seconds later. He then comes to his feet, bringing Deus to his level. NED then brings Deus up onto his shoulders like a angle slam, jumping alittle, before slamming Deus down onto his head and shoulders. NED then hooks his leg. [One.Two.Three] . The crowd begin to boo as NED comes up to his feet.

Sabrina: Here is you're winner....NED!

[ NED's arm is then raised, but he pulls away from the referee as the scene switches....

 [The cameras cut to a local Atlanta bar where we find Matlock and Viper sitting at a table staring down the other one. The referee stands in between the two of them on the side of the table with his arms behind his back.]

Bob Fecca: I though this was a fight, not social hour!?

Eddie Styles: Yup, ladies and gentleman this is our Bar room Brawl between Viper and Matt Matlock.

[Soon, a bartender comes from no where setting down a glass with some liquid in front of each of the contestants. They look down at glass not questioning what is in it, and Matlock is the first one to tank it down. Viper is soon follow, but out of nowhere...WHAM!]

Eddie Styles: MATLOCK JUST BUSTED VIPER OPEN!

[Viper falls out of his chair unconscious, and Matlock is seen wiping his mouth in disgust of the drink. Glaring at the bartender he backs up slightly, and Matlock soon grabs Viper by the head pulling him up, but Viper is able to get a couple of shots on Matlock, and then a ddt! Matlock goes down quickly with that shot, and as the two are now on the ground both have quickly made it to their knees trading rights and lefts. Soon, out of nowhere Viper kind of leaps up hitting Matlock with a clothesline taking him down!]

Eddie Styles: I gotta admit...I expected more out of these two.

Bob Fecca: I don't know why, Eddie. I saw this coming.

Eddie Styles: Hater.

[Viper sits to his ass shaking his head looking around, and he soon pops upto his feet. Grabbing Matlock by his hair he picks him up, and throws him over to the bar. Matlock goes stomach first into the wooden countertop, and lets out a big sigh. Viper soon follows up with a big splash as if Matlock were standing in a corner, and hearing a huge grunt from Matlock falls back onto one of the stools kinda groggy, and Viper grabs his head, setting him up he lays a picture perfect left hook on him.]

Eddie Styles: Matlock needs to do something, and do something now. He's in big trouble here.

Bob Fecca: Aren't you observant?

[As Matlock goes spinning in a 360 with the stool as it comes back around he out of nowhere spears Viper, and both go through a near by table! With both of them laying nearly unconscious, but there is some movement. Matlock is the first to his feet, but he seems a bit...buzzed, and falls into a chair.]

Matlock: WHAT THE FUCK WAS IN THAT DRINK!?

[What if we told him it was water? ahahahah. Okay, back to the match, mmmkay?]

Eddie Styles: That drink seems to have taken something out of these two.

Bob Fecca: Lightweights.

[Viper struggles to get to his feet, and stumbles into a seat next to Matlock, and the two share a set of punches yet again, but both seem to be lacking. Both manage to get to their feet though, and before too long Matlock falls face first, but at the same time manages to trip up Viper.]

Eddie Styles: I have to wonder what was in that drink those two drank. Viper and Matlock are getting no where.

Bob Fecca: I think it was horse tranquilizer.

Eddie Styles: WHAT!?

Bob Fecca: Yup.

[As both of them begin to get to their knees they just laugh, and out of nowhere..]

Matlock and Viper: You put your beer can in, you put your beer can out; You put your beer can in and you shake it all about; Then you rip the bastard open, try’n spray it in your mouth; Then you chucka chucka chucka browneye

Eddie Styles: What the hell are these guys doing!? They're singing together!?

Oh Chucka Chucka Browneye; Oh Chucka Chucka Browneye; Oh Chucka Chucka Browneye; And, that's what it's all about.

Bob Fecca: I think we need to get someone in there!

[Suddenly, out of nowhere comes the bartender handing each one of them a beer. Clanking the bottles together they begin to hit back a drink.]

You stick your hairy belly in, you stick your hairy belly out;You stick your hairy bell in and you shake it all about; Then you chug-a-lug a tinny, down, down, down;Now you chucka chucka Chucka Chucka Browneye; Oh Chucka Chucka Browneye;Oh Chucka Chucka Browneye;Oh Chucka Chucka Browneye; And that’s what it’s all about

Eddie Styles & Bob Fecca: WHAT THE HELL!?

You stick your babymaker in, you stick your baby maker out; You stick your baby maker in then you drop your giblets out; Then you flick it with your finger just to knock the wrinkles out; Then you chucka chucka chucka chucka browneye; Oh Chucka Chucka Browneye; Chucka Chucka Browneye;Oh Chucka Chucka Browneye; And that’s what it’s all about

[The bell is heard, and we can in the distance here it being called a no contest, but that's not really an issue with the two as they continue to sing together.]

You stick your smelly freckle in, you stick your smelly freckle out; You stick your smelly freckle in then you shake it all about; Then you try’n drop your guts but if you shit yourself you’re out; Then you turn around and chuck a fuckin’ browneye

[Viper and Matlock are still swaying drinking casually.

Oh Chucka Chucka Browneye; Oh Chucka Chucka Browneye; Oh Chucka Chucka Browneye; And that’s what it’s all about; Oh Chucka Chucka Browneye; Oh Chucka Chucka Browneye; Oh Chucka Chucka Browneye; And that’s what it’s all about

[And, soon the cameras fade with Viper falling back falling asleep, and Matlock falls on Vipers stomach still humming the song.]

[ The cameras cut to a sunny beach on the western coast of Jamaica. There we see Isabell Winters, laying on wooden beach chair. She is wearing a skimpy red two-piece bikini, and sun glasses. She lays there motionless for a few seconds, just soaking up the sun. In her right hand is a tall glass of red liquir, with a squigly straw, and little umbrella on top. Isabell brings the glass to her lips, and takes a small sip from the straw. After letting out a refreshing 'ahhhhhhhhhhhh', she turns her attention to the camera.***

Isabell: As you can probably already tell, I'm couldn't be there tonight at Ultimate Judgment. You see, I have much better things to do then actually wresting at a Pay per view. Although it must really suck for all you people watching at home. I mean, just the lack of my presence, drops the show a few letter grades. I bet you're demanding your money back, right as I speak. But its not all bad...well, not for me atleast. When PWT Managment told me I wasn't needed for tonights show, I was thrilled. In the dog days of summer, who wants to stay in a dirty hellhole like Atlanta? Now, don't jeer that statements, for it's 100% true. Put your hometown pride behind you for a second, and lets think about this. Where would you rather be? A city that's 100+ degrees daily, where you can't even see the sun because of the smag, and you can't walk two blocks without getting mugged? Orrrrrrrr...A tropical paradise, where everythings clean and natural, and beautiful people come a dime a dozen? And ladies...who would you rather be with? An obese construction worker, named Paulie, who whistles at you as you walk across the street? Orrrrrrr...A carribean hunk, named Enrique, who waits on you hand and foot? That's what I thought. But I'm not here to talk about the major flaws of Atlanta, Georgia, that could take a while.

[ A drip of sweat runs down Isabell's forehead. She quickly uses her ice cold glass, to wipe it away.***

Isabell: No, I'm here to talk to you about a much more important issue. Miss Image Johnson. I'm not sure if Jamaica is in the Eastern Time Zone, but I'm pretty sure any minute now, she will be wrestling in the Trios Medley match. Chances are, she will more than likely make a fool out of herself, and lose the match. Why, you ask? Well, when was the last time she actually won a match, fair and square? It has to be longer than a month now. That's the thing. Image Johnson still hasn't beat me cleanly, and yet she still has MY precious Femme Fatal Championship. Right now, I should have a 2-0 record against Image, and the title around my waste, but...no...That's not how it works. All because of a stupid mistake by a referee! Bobby Johnson interference should have resulted in a disqualification, and thus match should have been erased from the record books. Yet still, to this day, she has the Femme Fatal Title in her possession. And just as I predicted, how many times has she defended the belt? Zilch. Zero. Nadda. Scared, much? I know she had some family issues, in which I sent my heart felt sympathy, but how long will she stay in hiding? Hell, I haven't even seen her since our last match. That's why Image Johnson isn't championship material. She's scared. She's frightened. She'll just cling to her title behind closed doors, not having the guts to actually defend it against a worthy adversary. She has raped the honor of the Femme Fatal Championship, yet again. This reign probably worse than the first.

[ Isabell takes a break from her rant, and brings her drink to her lips. She sucks a bit out of the straw, before hitting the bottom of the glass with a loud 'slurp'.***

Isabell: But no need to worry, my loyal PWT fanbase. I won't be going down without a fight. For I have my rematch clause, which I am just saving for a rainy day. I may use it on the next Shockwave, I may use it at the next PPV, I may even use it at a lowly house show. It doesn't matter. All that matters is when we go one on one again, I will come out the champion. I've proven myself twice against Image. All Image has proven, is that she has to cheat to win. So Image...I'm not going to use the old, 'enjoy your title, while you still have it' routine. It's been said a thousand times. I know you're going to live it up, as long as you're the Femme Fatal Champion. But remember this, hun.....that title is rightfully mine; you shouldn't even have it right now. And sooner, rather than later, I will be back, and I will take back what is mine.

[ Isabell gives a smirk, and brings the glass back to her lips. Taking a dry sip, she realizes that its completely empty. She looks down at the empty glass, and then looks off camera. She puts her glass on the arm rest on the chair, and claps her hands together.***

Isabell: Oohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Enriqueeeeeeeeeeee!

[ She picks up the glass, and raises it high above her head. Isabell lowers her sunglasses down her nose, as a figure comes into the cameras view. An attrictive Jamaican native, walks over toward Isabell's chair, with a picture of red liquir in hand. He has washboard abs, and is only wearing a red speedo, and a smile. Isabell motions for him to come over, with her index finger. She licks her lips, as the servant comes closer. When he finally reaches her seat, he stands right next to Isabell, with his crotch inches away from her face. Picking up the glass, he slowly fills it up. He gives a sly smile to her, and Isabell shoots one right back. Isabell cocks an eyebrow up, and turns to the camera.***

Isabell: It's good to be Isabell Winters.

[ Isabell gives the camera a final smirk and a wink, before turning her attention back to the man-servant. The scene fades to black***

[Backstage we come into focus to see a smoking skull logo reminescent of Stone Cold Steve Austin as we get a close up. Slowly pulling out we get a a look and the back off the black and silver jumpsuit reads STONE COLD KILLER. We see the blonde in pig tails hanging down the side of her head as she cracks her neck from side to side while we hear the voice of  Paul Heyman addressing her.

Paul Heyman, "Tonight in front of all of your people you will solidify yourself as the preminant superstar in wrestling today. Tonight---"

Cut off we see Georgia James look at the man who holds the PWT championship belt in hands as she blankly looks at him shaking her head and speaking.

Georgia James, "Atlanta witnesses the most one sided defeat since everything was burnt all to hell in the Civil Wars deciding battle."

[With that she turns her back on Heyman and walks off as he shrugs his shoulder and follows for the championship match finally is here and all of the fans who have crammed into The Phillips Arena to witness their native daughter compete are buzzing. We scan the arena and wee see GEEMANIA Running ROUGHSHOD signs. GLORIFIED GODDESS RULES THE WORLD! THEE REIGNING GODDESS>THE WORLD! Among others as everyone in the stands cheer chanting "GEE, GEE, GEE, GEE".

Fecca: Regardless of what actions our reigning champion Georgia James has done to get to this point folks we are without a doubt in Glorified Goddess country tonight. She has the homefield advantage, she has the championship edge, and she seems to find ways to keep her belt. As much as I hate to admit it in just moments she has everything going for her tonight.

Styles: That's right Bobbo she has everything in her favor and she will retain her title and quite frankly it would take devine intervention from the wrestling gods for Justina Rage to win her debut match becoming World Champion.

Fecca: Stranger things have happened.

Styles: This would be out of this world. I just can't see it happening.

Fecca: That's the beauty of our sport anything is possible.

With that Sabrina announces the contest as we focus on her inside of the ring.

Sabrina, "By executive order the following contest is now a No Disqualification match for PWT'S WORLD Heavyweight Championship in the first ever Barrier Breaking match. Introducing first The Challenger from Hartle Pool, England weighing in at 128 pounds Justina Raaaaaaaaaage."

[Booes and jeers ring out through the arena as Justina makes her way towards the ring full of confidence as her theme song "Vodoo Child" by Rogue Traders blares through the loudspeakers drowned out by the vitrial spewed her way in mass. She is getting no love what so ever as she gets to ringside to Kurt Angle like "YOU SUCK" chants. She shrugs it all off walking up the ringsteps she gets inside of the ring climbing through the middle ropes and raising her hands in the air after licking her lips. She tells all of ATL'S rabid wrestling fanbase who have packed out the house tonight to go to hell getting more jeers thrown her way. She turns to the stage as everyone erupts in cheers and a massive roar of approval as Sabrina announces the obvious The Championess is has arrived on the scene.

Sabrina, "Introducing YOUR PWT WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION hailing from ATLANTA, GEOOOOOOOOORGIA"THE GLORIFIED GODDESS" GEORGIA JAMES."

[It was just that simple as "Georgia" was drowned out by the roars from the crowd so that you could not hear the song. The entire joint is rocking as you hear stomping, clapping, and chanting. There is nothing that you could hear even your own thoughts as Georgia threw up the A's to the approval of the faithful. There was a swagger in her step never before seen as she struted to the ring as Paul Heyman followed behind her holding the PWT Championship over his shoulder. She got to ringside and slapped hands with the faithful who reached out hoping for a touch from their hero. She doesn't disappoint them as she is handed the title from Heyman as she walks up the ringsteps tight ropes the apron and climbs the near right turn buckle slinging the title belt high in the air. Flash bulbs explode all over the arena at this photo-op as she taunts the crowd jawing. She hops down inside of the ring and walks right up to Justina getting right in her face. Holding the title right in her face telling her that it is coming home with it's rightful owner tonight infront of twenty thousand of her closest kinfolk. Justina holds her composure as she tells her that is not how it is going to be shaking her head as PWT's Senior Referee takes the strap off Georgia. He raises it in the air for everyone to see as the two divas jaw jack talking trash. Finally he rings the belly and as they stand face to face and Georgia delivers the first blow with a staggering right hand that finds its mark.

Fecca: What a right hand to start things off.

Styles: Followed by a left and another right Georgia is not only a world class wrestler but the next great women's boxer.

Fecca: I wouldn't go that far.

Styles: I would...

Georgia whips Justina in the ropes and drives a reverse elbow into the jaw and throat of Justina sending her down flat on her backside. Georgia backs up and takes a run at her and dropkicks her right in the kisser. There is a pop from the crowd after the dropkick and Georgia follows that up with a standing moonsault that finds its mark. This is the very first pinfall attempt of the match as Georgia makes the cover one, two, kickout from Justina.

Fecca: Georgia full of adrenaline is working quickly maybe looking to put everything she has into this match.

Styles: Why wouldn't she? She's infront of her people.

Justina who pops up after the moonsault grabs Georgia in a headlock and takes her down with but Georgia shrugs her off and sure enough she locks in a hammerlock which is shruged off into a shoulder block as Justina rolls through legtripping Georgia and dropping down with a elbow. The chain wrestling display gets some applause from the fans as Justina pulls up Georgia and she goes for a for a vertical suplex connecting with the move sending Miss James crashing down to the canvas holding her back. She makes her own cover one, two, kickout from Georgia as the crowd cheers her on.

Back to a vertical base it is Georgia who launches herself at Justina with a crossbody crashing down  on top of the challenger. She manages a two count and teh women are back up and after an irish whip Justina ducks a clothesline attempt from Georgia and grabs her by the head with executing a surprise X-Factor. This stuns the champion without a doubt and Justina rolls over Miss James certain that this could garner her a shocking victory.

Fecca: The facebuster finds its mark and Georgia is in a bad way this could be it.

Styles: Come on Gee.  Kick out.

Fecca: One, Two, Noooo..

Styles: Yes, yes, yes Thee Goddess kicks out.

Fecca: Barely...

Styles: Still counts.

Georgia looks on in a brief daze as she scrambles to the ropes in this match there is no disqaulifications and after the the X-Factor she rolls herself out of the ring. He grabs the ring bell as Justina follows her to the outside near the time keepers position and she goes to grab ahold of the champ but as she does Georgia turns sharply on a dime slamming the ringbell into her head. This knocks Justina clean out it would seem as Georgia grabs her by the hair and pulls her to the post with the ring bell in her off hand. She tosses it into the ring and then taunts her foe as she slams her head into the ring post vicious. Justina falls down to the ground and she picks her up again and slams her head into the ring post for good measure. Georgia isn't done as she shakes her head no as there are no count outs or DQ's in this match making everything fair game as Miss James takes advantage taking her sweet time. she begins to repeatedly smash Justina's head into the ring apron as the fans all count along.

ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR
FIVE

She pauses taunting Justina with one more head smash for good measure.

SIX!

Georgia grins as Justina is on dream street as she is rolled back into the ring and sure enough it is georgia who follows her challenger. Talking her foe as she waits and waits for Justina to attempt steadying herself back to a vertical base and sure enough she does. As soon as Justina takes a knee though Georgia pounces with a spine tingling Step up Enzigure that would give anyone chills hearing the sickening crack of the challengers skull. She makes an arrogant cover digging her into forearm into the jaw and chin of Justina.

One, Two, Thr--A kickout from Justina to a collective groan and jeers from the entire arena who are decidely in favor of the champion. Georgia shakes her head in disappointment as she kneels down over Justina grapping a head full of her loose hair pummeling her with a vicious series of uncontested right hands to the mush. The fire in her eyes is very evident as she has zoned in and looks to totally destroy her foe. She seems to be intent on opening up Justina after the vicious shots to her face in full control as she picks up Justina and places her on the ropes. She delivers some swift and decisive elbows to the lower spine and kidneys as she climbs the middle rope and places Justina in a Hammerlock and sure enough she launches herself in the air with a top rope Hammerlock belly to back suplex that drives Justina through the canvas. Everyone roars as Georgia shakes off the cobwebbs feeling the impact of the move as she pulls herself up. She is not going for the cover no way but perhaps looking to inflict more danger on her fallen foe who is very slowly getting to her hands and knees. Georgia picks up the ring bell and measures up Justina who gets to her feet. As she turns around Georgia charges running her over Justina blasting her with the ring bell. She finally draws blood after the vicious shot connects with a great deal of authority. Standing over Justina Rage Miss James admires her hand work a she drops a Ric Flair like knee drop right across the forehead of Justina for good measure.

Fecca: Georgia has opened up the challenger and is looking to go in for the kill.

Styles: Was it ever in doubt? Our champion is now taking full control of the match and it is all but curtains for Justina Rage. Thanks for coming out but now it's time for you to be put to rest sweetheart.

Georgia goes outside of the ropes to the apron and then slingshots herself into the air and come down with a Somersault Planca that is picture perfect finding its mark. Miss James finally makes another cover this time hooking the leg nonchalantly with an arrogant smirk across her face. One, two, thr--- Justina shoots her shoulder off the canvas forcing Georgia to sit up with a look of shock across her face as she was certain that her foe was in a very bad way. She pulls herself up and begins to stomp away at Justina. Taunting her inbetween stomps as she arrogantly stomps at her fallen foe. Georgia backs her opponent right into the bottom rope and begins to stomp a mudhole and walk it dry. She pauses and leans and rocks with wit it as they say in the ATL before running at Justina driving her knee right into the mush of Miss Rage. She then grabs the top two ropes and hops up stomping on Justina's forehead with authority only to do it once more crashing down with just as much authority as the previous shot. She struts full of herself after the second consecutive shot the mellon of Justina Rage as the crowd roars their approval. Georgia soaks in all of the positive energy as she raises her hands in the air arrogantly turning her back to her opponent.

Fecca: It is not wise to turn your back on your opponent. She really should stay on Justina.

Styles: For what? She's in the drivers seat and she can do whatever she wants.

Fecca: I wouldn't say that... Justina is crouching poised to attack and Georgia has no idea.

Styles: Don't turn around Gee. No, no, no... Don't turn around.

Fecca: It's too late Eddie she turned around and Justina Rage with a well timed SPEAR that floors our precious champion.

Styles: Poor Georgia I think she might be broken in half.

Fecca: Why don't you go check on her Eddie.

Styles: I would Bob but someone has to keep you in check here on commentary.

Fecca: God help us.

[Georgia was flattened by the surprise spear from Justina who doesn't have the energy to make the cover as she just looks on with blood trickling down her forehead. It is a prime opportunity for her now to capitalize on the little offense that she has just momented taking the champion off gaurd. She pulls herself up and with all of the energy that she has left she scoops up Gee with a body slam as she pops her hips slamming down  the bigger grappler. She falls down  a top the fallen championess with that for the quick cover one, two, thr-- A kick out from Georgia as she powers out throwing off her challenger.

Back to a vertical base Georgia feels the effects of the body slam holding her back and it is Justina who runs at her as she hangs on the ropes and proceeds to clothesline her outside of the ring. The champ topples over the ropes to the outside and lands awkwardly on her left shoulder which she grabs in some pain. There is a collective groan from the faithful Georgia fanatics who have packed out Phillips Arena. There is nothing that is going to stop Justina it would seem in her quest to be join the barrier breaking club as she climbs out of the ring and grabs Georgia ramming Miss James' left shoulder into the ringpost. Georgia falls to the mat at ringside hollering in a great deal of pain as she slumps over crawling towards the security wall. Georgia pulls herself up with her right hand only to be met with shots to the spine of Georgia as she cringes in pain. Justina then yanks at Georgia's left arm as she then irish whips her foe into the ring post sending the champion sprawling.  Justina stays on Georgia pulling her up by the back of scruff of her neck as she  walks her over to the announce table and slams Georgia's head into it. She bounces it like a basketball and Miss James stumbles around as she is dazed and out of it as the fans get on Justina who demands that the time keeper move as she picks up the steel chair and folds it. She sees Georgia is reeling and attacks slamming the steel chair right into the left shoulder of Georgia. The blood curdling shot forces Miss James to let out a primal yell as she drops to her knees. This is all legal and she takes avantage as she is cracks her again with a sickening forces that forces Georgia to fall forward with a thud motionless holding her shoulder.

Rolling Georgia into the ring it is Justina who pulls the chair into the ring ring as Georgia tries to pull herself up but she fails. Placing the steel chair down it is Justina who gets an idea as she has very bad intentions as she stalks the seemingly helpless championess. She grabs Georgia by the hair and with some umpf executes a hair toss after digging her hands into her hair to the scalp. Being that Georgia's hair is braided in pigtails. Justina walks up to Georgia and goes to pull her up but Georgia nails her with a reverse elbow. Miss James uses her right arm as she pulls herself up and sure enough she nails Justina this time with a spinning back elbow to the mid-section. Doubling her aggressive foe over stunned by the sudden rush from our champion we see Georgia hop up top and descend through the air connecting with a moonsault body press. Crashing down she makes the cover albeit a very weak and pained one at best.

One, two.......

Fecca: Justina kicks out as Georgia couldn't muster enough energy to completely cover. She's in trouble and favoring that left shoulder.

Styles: She can gut it out. She can and she will Bob. There is no doubt in my mind that she can gut this out. Come on Gee.

[Georgia looks on in a daze as she pulls herself up to be followed closely by Justina who is not nearly as bad off as the champion even though she has been bleed as it has caked over some. Georgia stumbles around and just like that she wildly swings a right hand connecting staggering Justina. She swings again with her good arm and connects again and then she swings again completely missing the mark as she spins around and gets her eyes raked. Georgia stumbled back and then Justina kicks her in the mid-section doubling her over and then DDT's her on the ring bell. Georgia bounces off the bell and flops to her side and we see blood begin to trickle down her forehead as she is rolled over and covered.

One, two, Three! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

At the very last instance she shoots her shoulder off the canvas to a ruckus roar of approval from the fans in attendence. Justina could have sworn that it was a three count as she gets into it with PWT's senior referee who tells her that it was without a doubt a two count.  This allows Georgia to regroup as she sees her opponent is complaining to the referee and she shakes off the effects of the devistating ddt just enough to go on the attack. Georgia charges as her foe finally turns around and just like that a diving clothesline connects as Georgia musters up just enough strength to launch herself at Justina wiping her out and her foe out. There is no count out in this match so Georgia who has no energy to cover her fallen foe after the clothesline. For several seconds Georgia and Justina lay on the canvas collecting their wits as everyone anticipates just who will come too first. Finally it is Justina Rage who beats Georgia to her feet even after recieving the brunt of the blow from the clothesline so she grabs at Georgia but Miss James dodges her attack and from behind she uses all the strength that she has left hitting a side salto suplex. She rolls over and hapheartedly drapes an arm across Justina's chest. ONE, TWO, kick out. Georgia looks on as she pulls herself up slowly yet surely and leans back on the ropes.

As Justina finally gets up Geogria chop blocks her from behind with her bad left shoulder whinsing in a great deal of pain as that was probably not the brightest of ideas. Georgia looks down sure enough seeing this as a chance to capitalize and she hems up Justina in a Japanese Leg roll. She has the pinning combination locked in and sees this as he chance to grab ahold of the light at the end of the tunnel as the ref gets down to count out Justina and this could be it.

ONE, TWO, THREE! Nooooo sir Justina barely shoots a shoulder off the canvas forcing Georgia to break the hold and scramble back to her feet. Georgia looks on and Justina comes at her once they're both at a vertical base and she takes a swing at her attempting the age old bitch slap but Georgia ducks under it and locks Justina into a chickenwing crossface like she is Bob Backlund. Sure enough she hoists Justina in the air with a well timed Millenium Suplex that send Justina crashing to the canvas and she hooks the leg making the cover after connecting on her trademark manuover everyone holds their breath in anticipation.

One, two, thre---- Another very long two count as Justina kicks out shocking the championess who leans back on the ropes and sure enough she is handed a bottle after the two count that no one knows what it is. She turns her back to Justina who is struggling to get back to a vertical base and one would think she would pounce on her foe but she doesn't as Paul Heyman hands her something and she turns back around with a devilish grin.

Fecca: What is that?

Styles: I am not sure but whatever it is Georgia  is going to use it to her advantage and that means that Justina is going to be in a bad way quickly.

Fecca: I don't like the looks of this Eddie. I just don't.

Styles: But it should be interesting.

Sure enough Justina pulls herself up and turns around is immediately Georgia sprays her in the eyes with this substance that is a blinding spray. She sprays it in there good blinding Justina who is left to rub in the solution as she tries to get it out of her eyes. Georgia smirks as she shrugs her shoulders and backs up after dropping the bottle giving the picture perfect taunt sizing up Justina.

Fecca: She sprayed that stuff in her eyes. Georgia has blinded her opponent and stooped to an all-time low.

Styles: Anything goes Bob and she's sizing her up and you know exactly what is coming up next. Be ready for this joint is about to erupt.

FECCA: DREAM SEQUENCE!

Good Ole' Eddie Styles was correct on contact the entire Phillips Arena erupted in cheers as Georgia flattened Justina Rage with one of the most vicious Dream Sequences that we've ever seen the champ deliver. Pure usual she dusts off her left shoulder and then her hands as to say that it is finished and she's washed her hands of the situation. Everyone in the arena knows that it is over. Everyone... The world stands still as she hooks the leg nearest to the ropes by facing the enterance. The referee gets down as the crowd counts.

CROWD: ONE!

CROWD: TWO!

CROWD: THREE!

Fecca: WHAT?! MJ STORM just pulled Georgia outside of the ring.

Styles: Damn him... What is he doing out here ruining this perfect moment.

Fecca: My god what a sickening stiff clothesline turning our champion inside out. This man is absolutely sick.

Boos are ringing out throughout the arena as Georgia is rolled back into the ring as MJ feels satisfied with his actions as Justina who is partially blinded rolls over and drapes an arm over the chest of the fallen champion. This could be it as MJ has a look of great satisfaction as the referee begins to count Gee out.   ONE, TWO, THRE---She has just enough in the tank to shoot her leg on the bottom rope to save herself defeat. The crowd roars it's approval as Georgia is still alive and in it even with the surprise sneak attack.

STYLES: YES, YES, YES GEORGIA IS STILL ALIVE AND WELL. GEEMANIA STILL IS RUNNING.

Fecca: And MJ is beside himself at ringside at the sight of our champion shooting her leg on the bottom rope at the very last instance before the referee's hand hits the canvas for the three.
Styles: Deserves him right.

Fecca: This is surreal. Georgia is coming back pulling herself up.

Sure enough Georgia stumbles around as she tries to regain her composure after having her brains scrambled by the vicious assault from MJ. She is handed the PWT Championship belt by Heyman who tells her to use it and sure enough she does as Justina is up and she unwittingly walks right into a sickening belt shot that levels her reopening the gash that Georgia created early on in this barrier breaking match up. Georgia drops the belt and stumbles around some more before falling down right on top of Justina with a laterall press grabbing her left leg to make the cover.

ONE....
TWO....
THREE...
NOOOOOOOOOOO....

MJ STORM drives an elbow right across the back of Georgia before the referee's hand hits the canvas for the three count. It is Georgia who groans in pain as he looks up in a daze at Storm with some fire in her eyes as she realizes what he has just done. Georgia scrambles out of the way and as she comes at her and the fire in her eyes burns more and more as she leans against the ropes collecting herself. She pulls herself up and charges him beside herself with an attempted Lou Thez Press and she connects driving him down as she takes him off gaurd. She fires some fists of fury and taunts the crowd as she turns her attention to the Justina who is on her hands and knees now. Georgia waits and waits turning her attention from MJ who is back up and grabs the steel chair that was brought into play by Justina long ago.

Fecca: Georgia turn around. No, no, no...

Styles: Damn it, damn it, damn it... She doesn't deserve this.

CRACK, CRACK, CRACK! Three consecutive shots to the left shoulder from MJ Storm as Georgia falls down to the canvas and everyone boos in reaction. He smirks evily as the crowd gives out a resounding MJ sucks chant as he scoops her up and sure enough spins her around and drives her down on top of the steel chair with a Storm Chaser. He grins as Georgia is completely out cold and Justina rolls over ontop of the fallen championess. The boos are deafening as the cascade down.

Styles: Kick out Georgia.

ONE, TWO, THREE!

Fecca: That's it partner... The reign is over...

Styles: This is the biggest screw job in the history of PWT... I can not believe this The Glorified Goddess had the match one.

Fecca: We have a new WOrld Heavyweight Champion and a second barrier breaker and it is Justina Rage.

Styles: Say it ain't so... Say it ain't so..

Fecca: The fans are in shock and throwing things into the ring. It is mass hysteria here and we've just crowned a new champion. The fall out from this is going to be explosive.

Styles: And look at the man who is standing tall inside of the ring MJ Storm that son of a bitch has to pay. He is going to pay...

Fecca: God help us all this has been Ultimate Judgement and we will see you on Shockwave.

With that The last image is of Justina Rage Clutching The Heavyweight Championship as she leans across the bottom rope with as MJ Storm stands over a fallen Georgia James. Finally PWT's King logo flashes across the screen and Ultimate Judgement comes to a shocking close.