PWT Saturday Night Shockwave 2/20/2010

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Date - Saturday, February 20th, 2010
Venue - Angel Arena, Grand Rapids, Michigan
Theme - "Still Unbroken" by Lynard Skynard
Deadline - Saturday the 20th at 11 PM Central
24 Hour Deadline -Friday the 19th 11 PM Central

On February 20th, PWT's flagship program Saturday Night Shockwave continues on it quest to once again become the premiere wrestling broadcast! Eight huge matches scheduled for this episode! Also the PWT lockeroom should be on edge as Nova lashed out on our last episode at what he percieves to be a lack of respect shown to him. Now he's promising somebody's blood will be spilt. Rumors are also running rampant Jimmy Stryker has something controversial to say to a huge star come showtime! Finally we're also expected to hear about the future of the PWT Femme fatale championship.

Main Event
Christian Michaels vs Chaz Fury
Ref Assigned: Jim Richards
Writer: Johnathan
(After CM and The X-Man had signed on the dotted line for march 20th Jonathan Brooks revealed some additional information. In the contract was that CM and Xavier would choose who their opponent faced in the next two show's main events. Being the challenger Xavier picked CM's opponent first. So he chose Chaz Fury after what happened on the first edition of Shockwave. This is Michaels chance to get even for the attack by Fury several weeks ago. However we've seen Chaz Fury is relentless to stay in the title picture. Betaing the current champion would definately keep his name near the top of the list of next challengers)

Singles Match
Drew Stevenson vs Shadow
Ref Assigned: Frank Mason
Writer: Aaron
(There's an old saying about being carefulw hat you wish for. This past Shockwave we saw Shadow make the challenge for another match with Drew. Everybody knows that The Emerald doesn't shy away from a challenge and he accepted! So after the classic these two put on several weeks ago, what will they have instore for us this time? The only way to find out is to tune into Shockwave on 2/20/10!)

Singles Match
Morgan Venom vs Teresa Walker
Ref Assigned: Mitch Roberts
Writer: Shadow
(What an impressive debut for Morgan Venom! She picked up a victory over a former Femme Fatale championess in an exciting contest. This week she's facing off against Teresa Walker, another newcomer looking to make a big impact. Picking up a win over Morgan would certainly be that. Easier said than done though. Especially considering the recent backstage incounter Teresa had with Arianna Claire Thornhart. can she keep an eye out for Thornhart while giving the venomous Morgan Venom the attention she deserves. For that matter is Summer done with Morgan?)

Singles Match
Xavier Homicide vs Dominic Cross
Ref Assigned: Willie Sharpe
Writer: Drew
(After the X-Man picked CM's next opponent Brooks didn't want him to feel left out. The vice president of PWT has named Dominic Cross the next opponentf or Xavier. This is quite an oppurtunity for Dominic who had that excellent showing two weeks ago against Drew Stevenson. If he could somehow pick up a win his stock would skyrocket in PWT. That means beating one of the hottest stars in PWT's storiest history though. You know that the X-man is going to be looking to build his momentum as he races towards Immortal Glory on March 20th!)

Singles Match
Javen & Kim Pain vs Duke Andrews & Whysper
Ref Assigned: Jim Richards
Writer: Johnathan
(This one should be interesting folks! Duke Andrews and Whysper literally tried to tear each other apart on the last Shockwave. And now they're forced to team up?! Under most circumstances that'd be a surefire recipe for disaster. But will their common hatred of Javen unite these two? We'll find out, but they better decide soon. Javen and Kim have some chemistry together from their days as members of the Caine Clan. Too our knowledge though they never actually tagged together in any matches. How will that play out come Shockwave? Tune in an find out!)

Singles Match
Da Sweet Lunatic vs Phoenix Winterborn
Ref Assigned: Willie Sharpe
Writer: Drew
(DSL declined to face Kaydence Starr at the last Shockwave. She made it clear that her intentions were to only face competitors in the race for the heavyweight championship. What better way to get started on her own chase for the gold than settling an old score? Nothing else comes to mind at the moment and we understand DSL and Phoenix have some issues going back to the ICWA. DSL you wanted it? Here ya go! But don't count out Phoenix Winterborn. He's a veteran of this business with many titles under his belt and a recent victory over our Heavyweight champion)

Singles Match
Hope Rivers vs Caitlin Fury
Ref Assigned: Mitch Roberts
Writer: Duke
(It looked like Hope Rivers was stepping up to be Kaydence Starr's opponent after DSL walked out on the match for her heavyweight title aspirations. However before we could find out for sure on that Caitlin Fury returned from suspension attacking Hope. This comes from Hope intervening when Caitlin put Georgia James on the shelf with a concussion at Homecoming. Well now we're getting these two in the ring together to try and settle their issues. But remember Kaydence Starr was involved attacking bothw omen on Shockwave. She's expected to be in the building for this episode too. Will she have an impact on this match?)

Singles Match
Damien Collins vs Chris Walker
Guest Commentary: Jessica Jones
Ref Assigned: Frank Mason
Writer: Chrissy
(Damien Collins made his PWT return on this past Shockwave facing Titanium championess Jessica Jones. Unfortunately for DC he was came up short via countout. He's looking to bounce back this time as he takes on Chris Walker. This isn't going to be an easy victory for either competitor folks. Walker showed promise as he picked up a dq win over Duke Andrews. As we all know Damien is a former Heavyweight champion here in PWT. Look for this match to set the pace for the rest of the show. Plus we'll also get to hear the insight of our lovely Titanium champiness as she joins Bob Fecca and Eddie Styles for commentary!)

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From the end credits of the previous show on the network we fade to black…… Suddenly we draw open on a small area in the backstage area where we see a multitude of Divas sitting around, talking amongst themselves… Finally in front of where the chairs are assembled Jonathan Brooks walks into the scene.
Brooks, "Heh-hmm… Excuse me Ladies… If I may have your attention for just a moment…"
The divas simmer down…
Brooks, "As you know, Sunday, March twenty first live right here in the Angel Arena we are going to be showcasing our return to Pay Per View via Immortal Glory Four. Since our return there has been a clamoring about the return of the Femme Fatale championship. At this time I am officially announcing that at Immortal Glory Four the Femme Fatale title will be re-activated and we WILL Crown a new champion."
Caitlin Fury stands up with a smirk and says, "Great… So, feel free to go as extravagant as you’d like with my appointment ceremony."
Brooks, "We will NOT be appointing a new champion. The Femme Fatale who leaves Immortal Glory as champion will have earned it…"
Caitlin, "Pfft, I earn it just by putting up with these losers (rolls eyes)."
Hope, "Hey, why don’t ya sit down and shut up so he can finish explaining how I’m going to win the Femme Fatale title."
Kaydence, "Pfft, how ya figure? You start sleeping with Brooks to follow in big sister’s footsteps?"
Brooks clears his throat, "That’s enough ladies… All of you will have an opportunity to become Femme Fatale champion as every Femme Fatale in our company will be eligible to compete in PWT’s very first…… Femme Fatale Evening Gown Melee!" 
All three outspoken divas go blank faced…
Kaydence, "Evening…"
Hope, "Gown…"
Caitlin, "Melee…?"
Brooks smiles, "That’s right ladies! And two weeks from tonight in the spirit of that Melee you’ll get to take the official Immortal Glory Femme Fatale Melee photo op in the very same evening gowns you’ll be wearing at Immortal Glory! Get ready ladies, One of YOU Could be the next Femme Fatale champion!"
Jonathan brooks offers a smile, a nod, and then heads off as the divas are completely baffled as they look at each other with facial expressions of "Was he serious?"
Styles, "Evening Gown Melee?! Where’s my remote, I’ve gotta order Immortal Glory!"

Fecca, "We’re gonna be there live Eddie…"

Styles, "Ha-ha! I love my job!"
With that we head into the opening highlight video for Shockwave to "Still Unbroken" by Lynard Skynard.
　
The opening video for Shockwave concludes and we switch to a live shot inside the Angel Arena. Our camera pans over the fans jam-packed into the arena. Looks like we're getting right down to business tonight. "Burn It To The Ground" by Nickelback hits throughout the arena. Fans were booing as Jessica Jones was seen taking a seat at the commentary table with Bob Fecca and Eddie Styles. She places the Titanium Championship on the table in front of her.

Fecca, "Right now we're being joined by the Titanium Champion Jessica Jones. Welcome Jessica."

Jones, "Thank you. The pleasure is all yours."

Styles, "You can say that again!"

Jessica chuckles as the lights die down to a crimson color as an intro begins with some very sick guitar riffs echo throughout the arena. The video package begins for Chris Walker with the screen turning into a crimson mask and soon a loud explosion goes off with the screams of terror in the air as 'Clouds over California" By: DevilDriver begin blasting over the sound system. The crowd rises to their feet in booing. Out from behind the curtain walks Chris Walker dressed in his usual whatever he feels like wearing at the time. 

Sabrina, "The next contest is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring from the City of Angels, California...CHRIS WALKER!"

Styles, "I like this guy. He's full of potential. I foresee him doing great things in this company."

Jones, "He could definitely be an asset for PWT. I can hardly wait to see him rip Damien apart."

Fecca, "You are forgetting one thing."

Jones, "What's that?"

Fecca, "Damien could rip Walker apart."

Jones, "Yeah, maybe if he wasn't so focused on me, he could do a lot of things."

He has his two katana's on his back as he steps out onto the ramp, looking out into the crowd and cocks his head to the side. Chris takes a deep breath and walks down the ramp, listening to the fans yelling at him and booing him as he just smiles. Once he reaches the bottom of the ramp, he looks around at everyone before sliding under the ring and removing the swords off his back, handing them down to the staff member. Chris then looks down for a moment before walking over to a corner and dropping down into the corner as the music fades. His music is replaced by "NJ Legion Iced Tea" by A Day to Remember.

Sabrina, "And his opponent..making his way to the ring from Salt Lake City, Utah..DAMIEN COLLINS!"

Fecca, "Just listen to these fans errupt for this man..."

Jones, "If it's all the same to you, I think I'll just tune them right out entirely."

Fecca, "What do you have against the fans?"

Jones, "Everything."

Fecca, "I don't see how you can say that when one of your admirers helped you pick up a win on the last show."

Styles, "She would have won without the assist."

Jones, "Damn right. But considering I don't see the excited fan tonight so I'm chalking that up to a fluke."

After a few seconds Damien "The Real Deal" Collins appears through the curtains and thousands of flashes from cameras go off. Damien starts his descent to the ring. As he walks down the ramp DC slaps as many fans' hands as he can, and even stops to pose for a fan taking a picture. Once he makes it down the ramp, Damien climbs into the ring and climbs up the turnbuckle where he strikes a pose so everyone in the arena has an opportunity to take a picture. After a few seconds of posing, DC looks down towards Jessica and points at the Titanium Championship. Jessica puts a hand over her title while glaring at DC. DC doesn't take his eyes off Jessica as he starts to come down, that's when Walker come running in and hit DC in the back with a forearm.

Jones, "See what I mean? He needs to pay attention to Chris, not me. Otherwise, this match isn't going to go well for him."

Styles, "That's very good advice."

Jones, "I know."

Mason signals for the bell as Chris brings DC out of the corner. Chris then goes for a snap suplex, but DC blocks it. A second attempt is made, but once again DC blocks it. On the third attempt, DC takes him over with a suplex of his own. Which has the crowd cheering.

Fecca, "Walker tries to get an early advantage, but Damien puts a stop to it!"

DC quickly gets to his feet and delivers a few kicks to Walker before dropping a legdrop down over his chest. DC follows it up with a cover. But as Mason gets down to make the count, Chris kicks out with authority. As both men scramble back up to a vertical base, DC comes at Chris with a clothesline, but Chris ducks underneath, and DC runs into the ropes. As DC comes off of them, Chris hits him with pele kick, sending him to the mat. When DC gets back up to one knee, Chris runs into the ropes and comes off a running enziguri. As Damien goes back on the mat once again, Chris stands over him momentarily before flipping over with the standing version of the Shooting Star press.

Styles, "Walker starting to build up a bit of offense."

Chris grabs a hold of DC and helps him up to his feet. Chris then irish whips him into the corner and follows him in with a crossbody. After connecting with the move, DC came stumbling out from the corner, and Chris picked him up and took him over in a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Damien was holding his back with a pained look on his face before Chris grabbed him and pushed him back against the mat, so he could drop an elbow down over his chest. As DC laid there, Chris went to the outside and made his way to the top. He perched himself up on the turned and was going to come off with his 'Controversy is the Key' move, but DC quickly got up and dropkicked him.

Fecca, "Damien playing a bit of possum there."

Chris loses his balance and straddles the top turnbuckle. His face tells the story as he holds himself.

Styles, "OOOooOOO..that's not pleasant."

Fans are cheering now as DC goes to the second turnbuckle. He sets up Chris and prepares to jump off with the 'DC Drop' but as he went for it, Chris pushed him off. DC went into the ropes and after he came off them, Chris jumped off with a missle dropkick.

Jones, "Okay I don't know about either of you, but I'm impressed. Everything Damien throws at him, Chris counters."

Fecca, "You'd be impressed with anyone that beat up on Damien."

Jones, "Well duh."

As Damien staggers up and turns to face Walker, Chris takes him to the mat with a Leaping Reverse STO.

Styles, "Whoa what a move."

Jones, "I like it!"

Fecca, "That's what Chris likes to call the 'Black Dahlia'."

Jones, "Well that's what I like to call DC's defeat!"

Chris follows it up with a cover, but as Mason gets down to make the count, DC gets a shoulder up...but barely.

Fecca, "DC is able to get on his side enough to stop the count and stay alive in this match up!"

Jones, "Ugh..why can't this this be over already?! Damien is lame and I'm getting bored."

But for as much as the crowd loves the fact DC kicked out, Chris is that much frustrated because of it. He slaps the mat hard before getting to his feet and yanking DC up as well. The crowd is cheering like mad trying to get DC back in the game.

Jones, "These people really need to shut up!"

Fecca, "These people are just cheering for their hero."

Jones, "Well they need a new one...especially after I get my hands on him again. I will destroy whatever ego he has left and then he's likely to disappear again, leaving 'these people' high and dry."

Styles says while chuckling, "Couldn't have said it better myself."

Chris shoves DC's head between his legs and locks him arms around his waist. Chris then hoists DC up for a Sit-Out Spinning powerbomb, but in midair Damien escapes the hold and lands on his feet behind him. He then pushes Chris off into the roes. As Chris comes off of them, DC delivers a dropkick.

Fecca, "That's the 'Best Damn Dropkick In The Business'."

Jones, "Ha ha. Oh please."

As Chris scrambles up to his feet and comes toward DC, DC locks his arms around Chris and takes him to the mat with a belly to belly suplex. But Chris doesn't stay down long, he's right back up and coming toward DC. Once Chris gets close enough, Damien grabs a hold of Chris and sidesteps as he tosses Chris into a corner. His head hits the top turnbuckle and as Chris turns and stumbles out, DC kicks him in the midsection before driving him face first into the mat with a DDT. With Chris not moving, DC looks over towards Jessica, staring a moment, before pointing at her.

Damien, "This one is for you."

Jessica rolls her eyes and raises her hand giving the "Talk to the hand" gesture. Collins though makes the gesture towards his waist for the championship. He however does not seem to realize that Walker is up to a knee behind him. Finally though DC turns his attention back to his opponent. Collins goes to pick Walker up to his feet, but Chris Walker brings his arm up in a devastating low-blow!

Fecca: Aw come on now! That's uncalled for....Wait a minute I think Referee Frank Masons aw that low-blow!
Walker hits the "Black Dahlia" finisher one more time on Collins. He rolls Damien over and makes the pin. Apparently Chris didn't realize that Mason was in a position to see the low-blow. The bell rings as Walker has the leg hooked and he gets up thinking he's won the match. 
Sabrina: Here is your winner, via disqualification.....DAMIEN COLLINS!
The celebration ends quickly for Walker. He snaps a look at Mason who had exited the ring. Apparently the threat from Walker earlier in the week was fresh in his mind.
Fecca: Damien Collins picks up a win by DQ here folks, but you know its not the way he wanted it.

Jessica: And he hopes to get a shot at my title anytime soon? Puh-lease! Tell the almighty Damien Collins to talk to me when he can earn the win.

Styles: Yeah!

Fecca: Oh would you shut it Eddie! You were asking Damien to sign stuff today before the show! We want to thank you for joining us tonight Jessica and wish you will in your reign as championess.

Chris Walker had left the ringand headed up the ramp searching for Mason as DC was to a knee against the ropes. The cameras focus on the commentary table where JJ is still seated, "Yes Fecca, You should want to thank me. I can’t say the pleasure was mutual… Just for the record though, I can show you exactly why Damian Collins has no chance against me… Let’s get the monkies in the back to cue up where DC Decided trying -Very much in Vein- to impress me at ringside was a better idea then paying attention to his match…"

The monitor brings up a still Shot of DC at the ropes… Jessica points to the monitor, "See watch here as Captain ADHD Decides… AHHHH!"

Suddenly the screen in JJ’s monitor shatters, glass going all over. Jessica Jumps up and yells, "WHAT THE HELL?!"

Fecca, "Whoa… That was bizarre… Are you alright?"

JJ’s wiping glass off her as she says, "Do I look alright?! What the Hell is it with crap shattering around me every time I’m out here! Ugh! That’s it, I’m out of here."
Jessica yanks her head set off, clearly disgusted as she throws it on the table. She starts storming off but as she does the lights go black… Crimson Red spot lights begin sweeping the venue like prison tower lights desperately searching for an escaping criminal as "Sound of Madness" by Shinedown begins blasting over the PA.
Fecca, "This… this is what happened two weeks ago after Jessica Jones bout with Damian Collins… I… I don’t understand at all what’s going on around here… Folks… We’ve gotta head to the break… Man… things just keep getting weirder and weirder around here."
The lights all find focus on JJ who’s a quarter the way up the ramp. She shakes her head and throws her hands up in frustration, adding more hustle to her steps up the ramp… the Music still playing as we fade to the commercial. 
*Commercial Break*

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 Saturday Night Shockwave- 2/20/2010-

Once again those chiseled sex appeal features of the one and only NovaCaine appear on the screen backstage strolling into one of the many dressing rooms without bothering to knock. Inside Kim Pain is just pulling her pants up giving all of those losers at home a brief glimpse of her fine behind in skimpy panties. She jerks around ready to assault whoever would have the gaul to come into her locker room without knocking. She sees Nova standing by the door and doesn't go berserk, but her hate eyes doesn't soften in the slightest. 

" What do you want?" Kim askes in a less than friendly voice. 

Nova holds up a giant fruit basket he is carrying and smiles. " Relax baby sister, I came in peace"

Nova steps forward putting the fruit basket down on the table "That right there is all yours, I hear fruit is good for ya"

Kim's lips curl into a slight smile that she quickly hides away. " Who did you steal that from?"

Again Kim's voice isn't all that welcoming and is thick with disdain. Nova smiles shaking his head side to side" Oh I didn't have to steal this one...It was a thank you gift"
" For what?"
"Turns out my epic opening promo last Shockwave caused some time constraints and no one had to watch Wintersnore cry a river in the ring with that Fury kid. I'm thinking I might do two epics this week, I hear Whysper is in action and no one wants to see that. "

"Hey that's my match!!" Kim says as she finally turns around to look at Nova. 

Nova chuckles" Relax, I'm joking"

If it is possible to look more annoyed with Nova, Kim has reached that level. " Did you want something?" Kim asks as she slips on her elbow pads finishing out her gear and now ready for war. 

Nova's expression takes on a serious expression" Yes, I did. I just wanted to say that I'm sorry"
Kim looks shocked to hear those two words from Nova's mouth. He definitely doesn't say he is sorry that often if at all. 
" What I mean is that you are just like family to me and I shouldn't have said what I said to you or about you when I first got back here to PWT. I just wanted to come by and say good luck to you tonight and to let you know I'm going to be cheering for you tonight."

Kim looks Nova eye to eye about to say something when there is a knock on the door. Kim sighs " Come in"

The door opens and Plague peeks in. She sees Nova standing there and shoots him some dagger eyes, apparently Tricia still isn't over Nova's tough love for her. Nova smiles back at her giving her a little wink and a wave which just makes her look more pissed off. She looks at Kim " Javen wants to see you about the match"

Kim nods" Ok, I will be right there"

Plague gives Nova one last stink eye and steps out, Nova chuckles " Nice girl"
" I really gotta go, I will talk to you after the match"

Nova smiles " Of course...I know you are a busy girl."
"I'll see ya later"

Kim walks out of the room leaving Nova standing there staring after her. His smile fades into a stoic expression as we fade back to ringside. Sounds of a piano are heard as the beginning of "Hope" by Sevendust comes over the PA. Fans are cheering as a familiar blonde and brunette appear from behind the curtian to stand at the top of the entrance ramp. The two women look around at the cheering fans as Sabrina's voice can be heard.

Sabrina, "Making her way to the ring from Miami, Florida..being accompannied by Destiny Rivers..please welcome HOPE RIVERS!"

Fecca, "On the last show, Hope was coming to ringside no doubt to fill in for Da Sweet Lunatic. Kaydence wanted a match and Hope was going to deliver it, but before she could Catalin stepped in and ruined it for everyone."

Styles, "Hope should have stayed backstage where she belonged and none of that would have happened."

Fecca, "She was doing what any true competitor would have done. Regardless though, I can guarentee Hope is looking for a bit of revenge here tonight."

Destiny starts down the ramp first and Hope follows a few steps behind her, while nodding her head a little and pointing out to the crowd. She tags a few fans hands on the way down the ramp as Destiny slides into the ring. Once Destiny gets to her knees, she points in the direction of Hope, who has made it up the steelsteps and is now stepping through the ropes. Destiny then gets to her feet and claps as Hope walks to the center of the ring and raises her arms up over her head. Once her arms go up, a single blast of fireworks come from the four corners. As Hope lowers her arms, Destiny offers her a few words of encouragement before getting out of the ring and standing in her respective corner. Hope taunts the crowd a bit as her music dies down. The lights in the arena dim down a little bit as "Your Disease" begins to blast through the PA system. Dark red and pink circle around the arena through the crowd as Catalin Fury steps out onto the ramp. The crowd fills with boos as she stands with one hand on her hip. She brings her hand down and then presents herself to the crowd lifting her chest and chin in the air as a short display of fireworks go off in front of her. She lets her arms come down to her sides as she makes her way down the ramp.

Sabrina, "And her opponent..making her way to the ring from Santa Barbara, California..CATALIN FURY!"

Styles, "Well the same thing could be said for Catalin. I'm sure she isn't pleased with Hope getting involved in her business back at Homecoming."

Fecca, "Probably not. But someone had to stop that awful attack on Georgia James. That just wasn't right at all."

Styles, "Maybe not, but it was certianly an impact. Not too many people can take out 'The Glorified Goddess'."

On each side of her the crowd reaches forward trying to slap her hand or pat her on the back but Cat stays strickly in the middle avoiding those that she considers herself better than. She strides down towards the steps and bounces up them quickly. She then steps onto the apron walking down it till she is in between the two turnbuckles. She wraps her arms around the ropes looking out to the booing crowd. She shakes her head laughing at them. She then backflips into the ring with the help of the top rope. She turns to look at the other side of the crowd popping up her hair as if she is too good for them. Hope shakes her head at this as Cat leans back against the ropes for a moment.

Fecca, "A win in this match up for either woman would go along way. 

As Roberts signals for the bell, Cat moves away from the ropes and is mouthing off a few words to Hope, who doesn't seem interested in returning as the two started circling each other. On the outside, Destiny was clapping, and the crowd was following her lead.

Fecca, "Destiny leading the cheers here in the Angel Arena."

Styles, "She can be in my cheering section any day."

The crowd was clearly behind Hope as the two locked up in a collar and elbow tie up. There was a bit of a struggle but Cat started to get the upperhand, getting Hope back a few steps before Hope put on the brakes and pushes Cat back the other way. After Cat was back up against the turnbuckles, Roberts asked for a clean break, and it was given. After releasing the hold, Hope delivered a chop across Cat's chest, before grabbing her by the arm. Hope irish whipped Cat across the ring but Cat reversed it. As Hope hit the turnbuckles, Cat quickly followed her in with a clothesline, but Hope moved out of the way. As Cat hit the turnbuckle, she turned and stumbled right into Hope, who planted her to the mat with a Spiked DDT. Hope makes a cover but Roberts only gets a two before Cat kicked out.

Fecca, "A quick pinfall attempt by Hope."

Once Hope was back up on her feet, she bent down to pull up Cat from the mat, who pulled her down into a small package. But just like Hope, Cat kicked out.

Styles, "Cat returning the favor."

Fecca, "Well I guess you can say they are back at Square one."

Once they were back up on their feet again, Hope came at Cat, who dropped down to trip her up in a drop toe hold. Hope's face bounced off the mat. There was an 'O' coming from the crowd and cameras shot to Destiny for a moment. She had on a pained expression while holding her own face.

Styles, "Destiny feeling her sister's pain."

Cat then delivered a leg drop to the back of Hope's neck. As Cat got back up on her feet, she kicked Hope's body a few times, before reaching down to take a handful of Hope's hair. Hope let out a little yelp as Cat yanked her up by the hair. Cat then whipped Hope into the ropes. As Hope came off them, Cat nailed her with a Spinning Backfist. Hope doesn't go to the mat but she stumbles back a few steps before regaining a bit of her balance. But it doesn't much matter because Cat quickly comes forward and kicks her in the midsection. As Hope bends forward, Cat shoves Hope's head between her legs. Cat then locks her arms around Hope's waist and hoists her up into the air. Hope gets planted to the mat with a gutwrench spiral bomb. Cat smirks down at Hope who is laid out on the mat and looking half dazed. You can hear Destiny yelling in the ring at her sister as Cat goes to the outside and starts climbing to the top.

Fecca, "Destiny trying to will her sister back in this thing."

As Cat is perched up on the top turnbuckle, she comes off with her double rotation moonsault.

Styles, "Catalin looking to 'Show Off' a bit here."

Before she can connect, however, Hope rolls out of the way.

Fecca, "But it doesn't pay off!"

Roberts gets up to about a 6 count before there is any movement from either lady. Hope is up first but Cat is right behind her. As Cat comes toward her, Hope kicks her in the midsection and puts her to the mat with a Swinging Neckbreaker. Hope then runs into the ropes and comes off with a lionsault.

Fecca, "Catalin is left with 'Only Hope'."

Hope then makes a cover and picks up a three count from Roberts. "Hope" by Sevendust can be heard blaring out as Sabrina makes the announcement.

Sabrina, "Here is your winner...HOPE RIVERS!"

The fans are cheering as Destiny slides in the ring to congratulate her sister. As Destiny raises up Hope's hand in victory, out of nowhere through the crowd comes Kaydence Starr.

Styles, "Hey look it's..KAYDENCE! I don't know what she's doing out here but I'm glad to see her."

Fecca, "She doesn't belong out here!"

Styles, "Sure she does. I heard Hope was requesting her presence...now she got it."

Kaydence slid in the ring behind both Destiny and Hope. As she got to her feet, Kaydence looked like she was going to go for a double clothesline. But before she could charge, both sisters turned around. As each took a step toward her, Kaydence dropped down and slid out of the ring. Destiny goes over to the ropes and sits down on the middle rope while Hope motions for Kaydence to come get some. Fans cheer wildly as Hope continues to taunt Kaydence, who makes no move to get back in the ring. Instead she heads to the back.

Fecca, "Hope inviting Kaydence back into the ring...but Kaydence wants no part of it."

Styles, "She's just playing it smart!"
With that we fade to the back, drawing big boos from the audience as we see Javen sitting in a steel chair, a cold stair directed upward… We pan back slowly and see his staring into the eyes of Regret, and Regret’s staring back. The two glare into each other’s eyes… continue… continue…
Javen blinks and says, "Damn it! How the Hell do ya beat me every time?!"
Regret shrugs.
Javen, "It’s not human to be able to keep your eyes open that long without blinking! You’re like a giant freaking Clint Eastwood in that movie in the Line of Fire!"
Regret shrugs again… Then the door draws open with Plague and Kimberly Pain walking in to more boos.
Javen pops out of his chair and smiles, "Kimmy!"
Kim, "Save it Javen… You stole my hair dye again!"
Javen looks around sheepishly, "Heh… I borrowed it."
Kim, "Oh, right… You’re planning to return it?"
Javen, "Sure… You can have my hair when I get it cut."
Kim rolls her eyes, "You wanted to talk about the match?"
Javen nods, "Indeed. So, I’ve been thinking… Duke Andrews and Whysper are both mega douche cookies, right?"
Kim nods, "Right."
Javen, "But, one of those douche cookies is PWT’s People’s Champion. Now… It occurred to me recently that it’s been a long time since my incredibly sextacular waist has been covered in gold. So… With that in mind, I think that with my already existing pinfall over Duke a couple of shows ago that a pinfall in this tag match should pretty much cement me as number one contender to the People’s title."
Kim raises an eyebrow…
Javen, "Right… So, No matter what happens, it’s important that I get the pin."
Kim, "What if I want to contend for the People’s title?"
Javen laughs, "What? You? Hahahaha… You’re a girl silly. You’re suppose to be pillow fighting with the Femme Fatales if ya want a title."
Kim’s face begins turning red as she glares at Javen…
Kim, "Oh really? Well… Why don’t you come down to the ring, stand pretty on the apron and watch me beat both of those clowns and THEN we’ll see just which member of this team outta be pillow fighting with the Femme Fatales!"
Kim turns on her heels and walks out of the locker room as a confused Javen stretches out his arms and says, "What? What’d I Say?"
*Commercial break*
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Saturday Night Shockwave- 2/20/2010-

As we return from commercial we see a less than thrilled Chris Walker apparently still on the hunt for Frank Mason.
Fecca, "There’s Chris Walker… Ya saw earlier tonight he was disqualified in his bout with Damian Collins after a blatant low blow…"
Walker reaches out and grabs a chair sitting near the wall and throws it across the hall as he yells, "MASON! WHERE YOU AT ZEBRA?!"
Walker continues through the back as We fade back to the stage as Fecca says, "Chris Walker really taking that DQ hard…"
Styles, "Well how‘s he suppose to lead the resistance against the machines if he can‘t even get away with a simple lowblow against a dude with no nads?."
Fecca chuckles slightly, "That’s messed up."

The familiar voice of Dire Straits's lead singer echoes throughout the arena. A single red spotlight is shining on the entrance ramp with a hole in the ground. As the guitar and drums build, a figure slowly emerges, seated in a chair. When the solo hits, the figure seated in the chair looks up and out towards the ring. A smirk comes across his face as the man is revealed to be none other than Phoenix Winterborn. Standing up, he grabs the chair and clasps it shut as he begins his trek towards the ring. Sliding the chair in first, Phoenix rolls in behind it, and carries the chair over to one of the corners, wedging it in between the top two turnbuckles. Leaning back, Phoenix waits for his music to die down and for his opponent to come out.

Sabrina: "Sitting in the ring, PHOENIX WINTERBOOOOOORN."

"Perfect Insanity" by Disturbed hits as the lights flash off quickly. The fans start too boo and some start too scream for there favorite wrestler.. The lights slowly fade on as purple smoke begins too rise all around in the ring and along the ramp. On the titatron the words "I'm here, You better run" appear. As the lights go black again blue in the ring appears Da Sweet Lunatic as she raises her arms. She looks around as the fans continue to boo her.

Sabrina: "And his opponent… DA SWEEEET LUUUUNATIIIIIIIC."

The bell sounds as Phoenix gets out of the chair confronting her face to face. The referee removes the chair from the ring as DSL throws the first punch rocking Phoenix back, Phoenix then counters the next punch as he hits one of his own then hoists her up onto his shoulders slamming her down with a nice takedown.

Fecca- Winterborn trying to prove that he deserves that shot at Christian.

DSL is quick to wiggle free from his weight, she gets up to her feet quickly and hits a drop kick which drops him as he gets up pretty fast. She attempts another drop kick as he manages to catch her legs and turn her over into a Boston crab really applying the pressure onto her lower back region. 

Fecca- Phoenix quick to turn the odds here.

Styles- Yes but, DSL is one firecracker here and she is HUNGRY for championship gold.

DSL screams in pain, she grabs the bottom rope pretty quickly as he releases the hold. He bends down picking her up, she starts launching forearm shots directly into his face rocking him back. He stumbles and he somehow manages to lunge forward with a quick clothesline but DSL ducks under it and grabs him with a textbook neck breaker hooking the leg.

One…

Two…

Phoenix kicks out.

Fecca- Some pretty fast paced action here.

Styles- DSL is looking terrific.

DSL bends down picking Phoenix up to his feet, she kicks him into the midsection then goes to Irish whip him into the nearest turnbuckle but he reverses it and charges in with a full head of steam clotheslining her hard. He then follows it up with a bulldog as he hooks her leg looking for a big win here.

ONE…

TWO…

NO!

DSL kicks out.

Fecca- Incredibly close…

Phoenix gets up picking DSL up with him, he starts punching her repeatedly before launching her to the ropes, on her rebound; Phoenix attempts to hit her with a Spinebuster but DSL manages to roll under and behind Phoenix where she grabs him in a basic schoolboy roll-up.

One…

Two…

THREE…

Fecca- WHAT? DSL JUST BEAT PHOENIX!

Styles- What an upset for DSL! WOW!

DSL exits the ring smirking, the referee raises her hand in victory as Phoenix looks stunned. As we head to the back we see Duke Andrews in his gear with a less than enthused look on his face and the People’s title over his shoulder… The crowd cheers a bit… then the camera pans out to show Whysper and the crowd cheers quite a bit more.
Duke, "So… Think we can do this without you hitting me in the head with a chair?"
Whysper, "I don’t know, Think you can make it to the ring before ya decide you don’t care enough to hold your end?"
Duke, "Cute… ya know, everyone wants to talk about my quote unquote "Give A Damn Meter"… Well, When they have a belt around their waist signifying them as one of the three best singles competitors in this company then I guess I’ll "Give a Damn" what any of you jerk offs think about my Givin’ a damn."
Whysper sighs, "Ya know what… This isn’t gonna cut it. We go out there like this, Kim and Javen are gonna eat us alive. Can we just pretend we like each other and work as a cohesive unit from bell to bell? I’ll have your back out there… Can I expect the same from you?"
Duke, "Just stay out of my way… I already have one loss to that rainbow haired freak thanks to you, I don’t need another."
Duke walks past Whysper as Whysper sighs, "What a douche."
The crowd pops because, how often do ya hear anyone referenced as a "douche" on TV? Whysper follows after Duke as we fade to commercial.
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 Saturday Night Shockwave- 2/20/2010-

We fade back in to Shockwave as a commercial for "Immortal Glory IV" concludes. The fans seem to still be abuzz over the previous match.
Fecca: Welcome back to Saturday Night Shockwave. Eddie this crowd is still buzzing after that surprising upset by Da Sweet Lunatic moments ago.
Styles: I certainly am!
Fecca: I'm sure many people expected that match to be somewhat an easy victory, as if those exist in this business though, for Phoenix. But as she tends to do Da Sweet Lunatic shows us why she should never be counted out of a match.
Styles: What an interesting set of shows for Phoenix. he goes from pinning the Heavyweight champion to losing to a girl. 
Fecca: That's a very talented woman he lost to Eddie. But enough about that match for now. Its time for a highly anticipated tag match here. Javen and Kim pain, who were members of the notorius Caine Clan a couple years ago, will take on the unlikely team of Duke Andrews and Whsyper. Under most circumstance you'd probably never see these two teaming up. However folks tonight they unite under tehir common-place hatred of Javen.
Styles: Or so they say anyways Bobbsie. I predict that Whysper continues his trend of stabbing partners in the back. 
Fecca: We'll find out momentarily. Lets go to Sabrina for the introductions. Sabrina?
In the ring Sabrina stands with her mic. She smiles an nods before announcing our next match here on Shockwave.
Sabrina: This next match is scheduled for one fall and is a TAG TEAM match! Introducing first, at a combined weight of four hundred and twenty-nine pounds, the tag team of DUKE ANDREWS and WHYSSSPER!!!
The lights dim down and "Down From The Sky" by Trivium hits over the speakers. 　
"Epitome of Perfection"

The words are heard as a small video package featuring Dukes greatest moments begins to play.

"A chasm grows
In the cavity of serpentine teeth
Hunger pains strike
For the sweet feast of innocent blood
Of innocent bloodshed
Now here we go"

At this point Duke has made his way from the back, but tonight he's joined by his partner Whysper. The two of them stand on the stage recieving quite the reception from the Grand Rapids fans. Duke an Whysper look at one another, nod, and make their way down the ramp.

"The vampires feed on the wars of mankind
Growing fat on the throne of an empire
Tyrant rules with the threat of a great fire"

Duke is now hopping up on the apron and stepping into the ring. Meanwhile Whysper climbs up top in a corner and raises his hands high. Soon though Whysper joins Duke in the ring.

"I've opened up my eyes
Seen the world for what it's worth
Tears rain down from the sky
They'll blow it all to bits
To prove whose god wields all the power
Fire rains down from the sky"

Duke is standing on the turnbuckle opposite of the ramp looking out into the crowd. Whysper is pacing behind him waiting for Javen and Kim to make their way to the ring. And finally Duke hops down and the music fades. As the lights return to normal Sabrina is about ready to announce again.
Fecca: Nice show of solidairty there by Whysper and Andrews. Alot of times teams thrown together like this come out seperately. Obviously not the case tonight.

Sabrina: And their opponents! Weighing in at a combined weight of three hundred and fifty-two pounds, the tag team of KIM PAIN and JAAAAA-VEN!!!
The fans are already booing as "God's Gonna Cut Ya Down" by Johnny Cash hits over the speakers. Once the theme hits the boos grow louder.
Fecca: Well folks there is a theme I never wanted to hear again in my broadcasting career. 
Up on the stage Javen, with Plague at his side and Regret right behind him, makes his way out from the back. He's seemingly soaking in all these boos from this capacity crowd. One thing that is easily noticable is that as Javen and crew make their way down the ramp, Kim Pain is hanging back kind of far behind them.
Fecca: Kim Pain not walking out side by side with her partner as Duke and Whysper did. Could this be a sign of trouble within that team after Javen's sexist comments earlier?

Styles: I think you're reading wayyyy too much into things Bobbsie. I'm sure that once the bell rings they'll be not just on the same page but reading the same sentence. 
Javen finally makes his way up the steps at ringside and enters the ring. Plague and Regret take their spots beside the ring an recieve warning from Referee Jim Richards they'd better stay there. Kim finally makes her way to the steps and climbs up on the apron. She goes to duck into the ring but Javen holds up a hand for her to wait. He tells her, "I got this". 
Styles: What a gentleman Javen is eh Bobbsie? He's offering to start this match for his team.

Fecca: Seems to me more like he's refusing to let it be Kim.
No matter which it is, Richards call fors the bell. Its rung and we're officially underway for this tag team match. Duke and Whysper with a brief discussion leading to Whysper starting for their team. Coming to the center of the ring Javen and Whysper circle around each other. As they circle they both gradually move back, perhaps getting ready to shoot in for a lock-up. But suddenly Kim reaches out and slaps Javen on the shoulder!
Styles: What the..?!

Fecca: It looks like Kim wants to start the match for her team instead.
Richards smacks his hands together indicating a tag. Javen looked miffed as he steps out and Kim steps in. She looks at him and says: "No. *I* got this". It doesn't matter to Whysper who he faces off with. Javen begrudgingly steps out onto the apron. Kim an Whysper circle around before shooting in for the classic collar an elbow tie-up. Both trying to get that lower center of gravity there. Kim drops down to a knee but pushes back up and forces Whysper down to a knee. He forces back up and manages to back Kim to a corner. Richards over to ask for the clean break. Whysper gives the break and takes a step back. Kim though comes out of the corner and slaps the taste right outta Whysper's mouth!
Crowd: OoOoOo!
Whysper's eyes shoot wide in anger at that blatant disrespect. he takes a wild swing at aclothesline towards Kim but she ducks underneath. The momentum of the swing sends Whysper back first into the corner. Kim now hops to the middle rope and starts a ten punch combo. But she's shoved backwards by Whysper at just four. Kim though manages to turn it into a monkey-flip as she falls backwards. Amazingly enough Whysper land son his feet. he turns and eats a standing dropkick from Kim that sends him down. She jumps into a pin. ONE......TW-NO! Whysper shoots up a shoulder. Kim rolls off the pin and gets to her feet. Whysper rolls up an sweeps Kim's feet from under her. Pin by Whysper! ONE......T-NO! Kim got her hsoulder off the mat and races to her feet. She charges for Whysper and gets taken down with an arm drag. Both race up to their and Kim meets Whysper with a hard knife-edge chop.
Crowd: WOOOOOOOO!
Fecca: What a stinging chop delivered by Kim Pain. Several weeks back Kim and Whysper had a great match-up on Shockwave. Looks like they're picking up here wher ethey left off.

Styles: Its an even match-up right now Bobbsie, but only a matter of time before Kim take control for her team.

Fecca: I'm still wondering just how much of a team she and Javen are.
A few chops later and Kim has Whysper backed up against the ropes. She takes his left wrist and whips him across the ring. NO! Whysper reverse! NO! Kim reverses the reversal sending Whysper to the ropes! He rebounds after hitting the ropes to find Kim in position for a back drop. The Silent Warrior leap-frogs over and hits the ropes. This time when he comes back Kim delivers a hip-toss. Whysper sits up holding his lower back from the impact. Before he can get up Kim is right there applying a reverse chin-lock. The Dutchess of Pain with her knee between Whysper's shoulders and wrenches back. With his left hand Whysper tries to pry Kim's hands apart. She's got those fingers laced together tightly though. So Whysper reaches out with his right hand for the ropes. He's too far away though.
Styles: Like I said Bobbsie, just a matter of time.

Fecca: You certainly can't fault this tactic by Kim. A guy like Whysper thrives off the high-impact, high-flying luchador style. You ground someone like that and you very effectively control this match.
Whysper is sittin on his ass trying to pry Kim's hands apart with no luck. So he gives up and starts clapping his hands to get the fans into it. Duke joins in and soon the entire arena sounds like its clapping along. The clapping seems to will Whysper on as he turns off his ass to a knee. He keeps shaking his arms and forces his way to his feet. Duke grabs the tag rope in one hand and reaches out for a tag with the other. Still though Whysper is too far away. He drive shis left elbow to Kim's mid-section once.....twice.....three times and the hold is broken! Whysper starts to rush to his corner but Kim grabs two handfuls of his hair and yanks him down! The crowd booing.
Fecca: Whysper breaks the hold, but Kim Pain with two handfuls of his hair stops him from making the tag.
Richards admonishes Kim but she hardly pays attention. She's too busy dishing out some of her namesake of Pain, stomping away at Whysper. finally Kim pulls Whysper to his feet and delivers a rough European uppercut. The Silent Warrior stumbles back into a nearby corner. As he slumps a bit, held up by the ropes, Kim Pain comes in with a back handspring elbow a la Chyna. Kim reaches up with the arm belonging to the elbow that just rammed into Whysper's sternum. She hooks him in a diamond cutter like position and charges out of the corner with Whysper. Kim goes to leap out delivering an RKO but instead Whysper wraps his arms around her waist an pops backwards. Kim is folded up by the belly-to-back suplex.
Fecca: Whysper! Whysper might've just turned this thing around there. He needs to make a tag here though to Duke Andrews.

Styles: Come on Kim! Get up and stop him!
Kim does catches Whysper by the ankle as he started to crawl towards his corner. They both get to their feet and Whysper goes for the enziguri kick. Kim Pain ducks underneath and takes both of Whysper's legs. Now she's got him in a wheelbarrow position. However Kim has no real chance to take advantage. Whysper manages to roll through between Kim's legs and get her in a pinning situation. She kicks out at two and they both race to their feet. Kim is met with a dropsault by Whysper that puts her back down. Once again they race upa nd Whysper hooks Kim an delivers a snap suplex! he kicks his legs though and gets back up, still holding onto Kim. A second suplex is delivered. If he's alreadyd one two why not go all the way right? Whysper rolls back up and completes the "Three Aimgos" with a third suplex.
Fecca: Three amigos delivered by Whysper there. Looks like he's going to take this chance to tag out to Duke.
Indeed Whysper gets to his feet and brings Kim over to their corner. He tags Duke who steps in and plants his boot right to the mid-section of Kim. She drops to a knee before Duke pulls her back up to her feet. He promptly scoops KP up and delivers a big scoop slam. She arches off her back on her left elbow. Duke pulls Kim back to her feet and whips her to the ropes. She comes back into a big sidewalk slam by Andrews! Kim rolls to her side to advoid a pin, but is reaching back holding her back in pain.
Fecca; Kim Pain in a bad way here. She needs to make a tag and Javen is read for one. He's calling for Kim to crawl over an make the tag.

Styles: I'm sure she's going to make the tag as soon as she gets up Bobbsie.
Duke once again brings Kim to her feet. This time he faces her towards Javen and then delivers a Russian legsweep. KP starts to sit up but Duke shove sher back to the mat for a pin. Nearly a three but Kim is able to lift her shoulder just off the mat before that fatal three count.
Fecca: Nearfall gathered by Duke Andrews on Kim Pain. Things are not looking good for Kim and Javen.
Andrews asks Richards if he's sure thatw asn't three. The ref confirms it was only a two so Duke to his feet. He bends down and pulls Kim up to her's but in a doubled over position. Andrews reaches out and tags Whysper. Richards signals the tag as Duke then delivers a backbreaker to KP. He holds Pain over his knee as Whysper grabs the top rope and shoots himself in delivering a slingshot elbow. Whysper rolls Kim over for apin, but she rolls away to the center of the ring. KP pushes herself up to her feet. Her hands rest on her knees as Whysper charges in. He might've been thinking of hitting his version of the Fameasser. Not gonna happen though. Kim shoots to an upright position. She grabs a sleeper hold on Whysper. He flips her over though into a snapmare takeover. Whysper puts his right hand on the back of Kim's neck before delivering a dropkick to her back!
Fecca: Now its Whysper seemingly focusing on the back of Kim Pain. She has been in this match for the entire time. I tell ya Eddie if Kim wants her team to have a chance to win she's got to tag out to Javen.

Styles: I agree. Really it looks like Kim has a point to prove after that little conversation earlier tonight with Javen. And its fine if she wants to prove she should be considered for contention to Duke's title, but a loss won't help her arguement.
Whysper has taken a seat on the top turnbuckle as Kim gets to her feet with asisstance from the ropes. She turns away from the ropes looking for Whysper. Kim sees javen wildly pointing behind her. She turns and Whysper leaps from the middle rope for a double axehandle smash. KP takes a step back and Whysper lands on his feet smashing nothing but air. Kim follows up with a kick to the mid-section and a quick snap ddt.
Fecca: What a ddt by Kim Pain. Whysper with one miscalculation and now he's in trouble. You gotta believe that Kim's going to tag Javen in now.
Its seems our fans have definately drawn that same conclusion. They're already booing as Kim move sto her knees. However instead of getting up she looks over her shoulder at Javen. He's got their tag rope and is jumping up an down on the bottom rope reaching a hand in the ring. But Kim turns back an rolls Whysper over for a pin.
Fecca: "Hmm... I'm not sure if I wouldn't have taken the opportunity to make the tag with as long as Pain's been in thus far."

Styles: I guess Kim thinks this is too good an oppurtunity for the victory to pass up.
ONE......TWO.....NO! Whysper kicks out around two an half. Javen is still pleading for a tag, but again he's ignored by Kim. She applies a grounded chinlock which is like a sleeper almost except Whysper is on his back an Kim is on her chest. Whysper fights up, adjusts his body and goes for another belly to back suplex... Kim flips through to her feet. Whysper turns around, Kim goes for a clothesline, Whysper ducks, Kim darts across to the ropes an rebounds off., Whysper hits the Codebreaker which he calls "Poetic Justice". 
Fecca: POETIC JUSTICE! Whysper just put Kim Pain down!
Styles Yeah but it looks like he's unable to do anything about it
Jim Richards checks both Kim an Whysper before starting a ten count. Duke and Javen trying to will their respective partners to get up. Whysper is the first to stir and he starts making his way towards Duke. javen is meanwhile flipping out. We're at teh count of eight when Whysper lunges forward and slaps Duke's hand! The fans erupt as Andrews hops into the ring.
Fecca: Tag to Duke Andrews!
Styles: Don't turn around Kim, you won't like the view!
BAM! Kim got up and saw Javen and then spun around. When she did she spun right into a clothesline from Duke. Kim shoots back up and BAM! A second clothesline from Andrews. She's back up and Duke looks to run through Kim a third time. This time though KP ducks and Duke just charges through and knocks Javen off the apron!
Styles: Hey! What the hell did Javen do to deserve that?
Fecca: Not that I reckon Duke minds nailing Javen off the apron, but he was originally aiming for Kim. She ducked and he...
Styles: Assaulted Javen for no reason!
After nailing his longtime rival, Duke shrugs and turns back around. Kim is right there with several forearm shots backing Duke to the corner. She looks to whip Duke across the ring but he reverses and send Kim into his an Whysper's corner, HARD. Kim stumbles out and gets sent up an over with a big time back body drop! He goes for a pin and gets almost three but not quite. they get up and Duke end sup running through Kim with a shoulder tackle. Once again he can't quite get a three count.
Fecca: What is it going to take to keep Kim down tonight.
Duke shakes his head and goes to his corner. Whysper seems to have gotten another wind and takes a tag from Andrews. The ref has no problem getting Duke to leave the ring as Whysper goes up top. he crouches on the turnbuckle setting up for a crossbody or some other high-flying high-risk move. Kim finally gets up and Whysper is ready to fly, but she staggers backwards.
Styles: Thank God! Javen is finally back up on the apron.
Fecca; After getting a check-up from Dr Plague it seems.
Kim Pain stumbles back far enough and Javen reaches out slapping her on the shoulder. That's a tag according to Richards as Javen enters the ring. Whysper hops down as Javen is about to head his way. But all of a sudden Javen is whipped around by Kim. She's pretty pissed about him tagging in.
Fecca: Javen just tagged himself in, but Kim Pain doesn't seem pleased ata ll. She's refusing to leave the ring......Richards now seeing if he can settle this over there.
Richards is demanding Kim get out, but she won't go. She's arguing with Javen and teh ref so Plague hops up on the apron to try an calm things down. Now the poor ref is trying to get Plague down and get Kim out of the ring.
Styles: Come on now you two are sibblings! You're not supposed to act this way.
Whysper rolls his eyes and turns back towards his corn-CRAAAAAACK!!!!
Fecca: WHAT THE HELL?!
What the hell is that Duke Andrews just laid his tag team partner out with a vile chairshot! he stand sover Whysper and tells him: "Pay back's a bitch...puta!". Duke then tosses his chair out of the ring and the hops out between the middle an top ropes. Meanwhile out of the corner of his eye Javen gets a glimpse of what just happened. He dart away from the arguement and makes a pin.
Fecca: What?! No! Not like this dammit all!
The ref turns and all he sees is Javen covering Whysper. He shrugs and runs over, slidingd own for teh count. ONE........TWO.........THREE!!!! The bell rings and the fans boo as Sabrina makes teh announcement.
Sabrina: Here are your winners.....KIM PAIN and.....JAAAA-VEN!!!
Fecca: Why? Why would Duke blast Whysper with that chair? They said that they were beyond what happened a few weeks back.
Styles; Well apparently Duke Andrews is a liar.
Fecca: And look at Javen celebrate like he just won a gold medal!
Indeed Javen is celebrating like he just became a champion. He turns back towrads his corner and immediately takes a kick to the McMillion family jewels! The crowd gasps as Javen's eyes nearly pop out of his head.
Styles: What is this?!
Kim hoists Javen up onto her shoulders and then nails him with the "Painkiller" which is what she calls the Go to sleep. A stunned Plague has to hold Regret from getting into the ring and mauling Kim. KP turns an gives him a moment to test her before looking up towards the entrance way. Kim motioning around her waist for the title and yelling: "I'm coming Duke!.....I'm coming!". "Born To Raise Hell" by Motorhead hits over the speakers as Kim exits the ring and heads for the back. Plague enters the ringa nd checks on Javen as we head to commercial
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 Saturday Night Shockwave- 2/20/2010-

When the cameras return we see Kim Pain storming through the back.

Bob" Kimberly Pain obviously has a lot on her mind after that tag team match we just witnessed"

Eddie" I have a lot on my mind too"

Bob" Like what?"

Eddie" Like whether or not she needs someone to scrub her back in the shower"

Bob" Sickening"
As Kim is storming she sees Brooks talking with Becca.
Brooks, "No, I got a great photographer for the Femme Fatale picture next week."
Becca, "Ya know, I’m not sure how comfortable I am with this whole "Evening Gown Melee" deal… I don’t want our Femme Fatales to feel demeaned… We want our women’s wrestling to be taken just as seriously as our men’s wrestling."
Brooks, "I don’t disagree, but I really think he had a good idea here… And besides…"
Kim abruptly interjects, "Excuse me!"
Brooks raises an eyebrow, "Yes ma’am?"
Kimberly, "You know who needs to be taken "Seriously" around here?!"
Becca raises an eyebrow, "No, But I’m sure you’ll tell us…"
Kim, "ME! I want Duke Andrews for the People’s title!"
Brooks, "I appreciate your ambition but…"
Kim, "No buts!"
Becca, "Look, There’s other people in that hunt… People Like Whysper… Like Javen…"
Kim, "JAVEN?! JAVEN?! Fine! I accept!"
Becca and Brooks look at each other slightly confused…
Brooks, "I’m sorry young lady… Accept what?"
Kim, "Me and Javen, one on one two weeks from tonight! I’m no silver spoon b*tch. I’ll prove I deserve my spot and then at Immortal Glory I want Duke Andrew’s and the PWT People’s title!"
Kim turns on her heels and heads off as Brooks and Becca look at each other…
Becca, "Well then…"
Our camera however opts to follow Kimberly Pain.
Kim turns the corner heading for her locker room when the steel chair shot comes out of nowhere connecting with the back of Kim's head. The crowd seeing it on the big screen out in the arena gasps as the holder of the chair steps into view. NovaCaine looks down at Kim laying there motionless and smiles sadistically.
Bob" What the hell?"

Eddie" I have no clue"

Nova kneels down next to Kim brushing his fingers through her hair" Did you really think I would let you disrespect me and get away with it? I told everyone that I would be given respect or I would take it. You of all people Kimmy should respect me....I MADE YOU DAMNIT!!! It was me that got you a contract with PWT and this is how you repay me....You better learn your place Kimmy!!"

Bob" Good lord!! What a sleazy son of a…"
Nova backs away as Nosferatu rushes in, but security is right there now to hold Nos back from Nova, who backs away smirking.
Nos" Come on Nova, hit someone face to face for once...Try me"

Nova laughs" You better go on back to jerking off to Twilight and stay out of reality punk. In your fantasies you might suck blood,but in reality you just plain suck"
Nova is shoved out of the camera view by security as Nosferatu turns kneeling down to check on Kim with the camera getting a shot of the blood seeping from the wound on the back of Kim's head. 
Bob" I didn't think it was possible but Nova is crazier then I ever expect...Kim Pain did nothing to disrespect him"

Eddie" Well maybe she did something we don't know about"

Bob" Don't you dare take up for his cowardly attack. The man has no grasp on sanity"

Eddie" All I'm saying is maybe we don't know the whole story...Nova did promise someone would bleed tonight and he provided it"

Bob" Lets just see who is bleeding when Kimberly Pain or Nosferatu get their hands on this coward."
We fade from a shot of Emts checking on Kim's condition with Nosferatu right there beside her holding her hand to the stage.

Fecca, "Completely reprehensible."

"Cochise" by Audioslave is playing as cameras head back to the ring for the next match. There was one of PWT's newest aquisition standing in the middle of the ring as Sabrina was heard.

Sabrina, "In the ring, from New Brunwick, New Jersey, Dominic Cross!"
Then "Undisputed" by Ludacris starts playing and "The X-Man" Xavier Homicide steps from behind the curtain and scans over the crowd. 
Sabrina: And his opponent! he is the number one contender for the PWT World's Hevayweight championship! XAVIER....HOMMMMICIDE!!!

He makes his way to the ring. He shakes the fans' hands until he finally reaches the ring and then he jumps up on the ring apron, grabs the top rope and hops over it. X-Man starts shadow boxing in the ring getting pumped up and waiting for the match to start. The referee signaled for the bell as Xavier and Dominic started to circle each other.

Fecca- Xavier looking to get his opportunity at Christian and the PWT Heavyweight strap soon.

Styles- This could definitely be his golden ticket here.

Xavier and Dominic locked up; Dominic quickly slapped Xavier in a headlock. Xavier tried tossing Dominic into the ropes but he didn’t release the hold. Xavier then tried positioning his hands in-between Dominic’s hands to ease the tight hold but to no avail. Xavier got up to his feet; he lifted Dominic up and hit him with a back drop which finally caused Dominic to release the headlock. 

Styles- Xavier finally showing signs of intellect here.

Fecca- Xavier is extremely intelligent in the ring, what are you talking about finally?

Xavier got up and stomped on Dominic. He then bent down to pick him up as he reared back and struck him right in the chest with a hard chop. Dominic then reared back and struck Xavier with a chop, both men started to have a chopping war up until Xavier brought his knee up doubling Dominic over, Xavier went looking for a DDT but Dominic managed to counter it with a huge Northern Lights suplex bridging it into a pin fall.

One…

Two…

Thr…

Xavier got the shoulder up.

Fecca- SO CLOSE HERE…

Xavier and Dominic both got to their feet as Xavier leveled Dominic with a huge clothesline. Xavier shook his head regaining his composure per se as he slightly hunkered down stalking Dominic. Dominic started getting up and as he did, Xavier spun him around kicked him right in the gut then hoisted him up…

Fecca- THEE XXXECUTIONER…

Xavier hooked the leg picking up the three and the win as he got up to his feet having his hand raised in victory by the referee.
Sabrina announces, "Here is your winner… XAVIER… HOMICIDE!"
Fecca, "There ya have it folks… Xavier Homicide picking up the W over…"
"Champion In Me" suddenly strikes the PA drawing a loud chorus of cheers… Wait… Is there an ever so small booing too? Eh, probably our imagination. Anyway, The curtain moves and out from behind it steps the heavyweight champion in a pair of faded designer blue jeans and an untucked white button up with some cool tribal design in gold and black on the back. 
Fecca, "The World champion in non-title action later on here tonight against Chaz Fury but… What’s he doing here right now?"
Michaels stands on the stage with a microphone in hand as the music fades… Xavier standing in the ring, a little sweat on his face as he puts a hand on the top rope, looking up the ramp at Michaels with a raised eyebrow.
CM claps before speaking, "Congratulations X… Very well done. Ya know, a few moments from now I’m gonna face Chaz Fury because there was a little stipulation in our Immortal Glory match contract allowing you to pick my opponent this week… And hey, That’s cool. I’m looking forward to taking my nearly one hundred percent leg he injured with that stupid rail road spike and kicking his teeth down his throat."
Crowd: CHRIS-TIAN! CHRIS-TIAN! CHRIS-TIAN! CHRIS-TIAN! CHRIS-TIAN! CHRIS-TIAN!
CM continues, "But uh… The other stipulation in that contract says that I - The Champion-, Get to select the Contender’s -That’s you-… Match for the final Shockwave before Immortal Glory, Which, If I’m not mistaken is Right here, March sixth."
X half chuckles in a sarcastic "Alright, let’s hear what ya got for me" type of way as Michaels looks down at the ground and brushes some of his hair back out of his face.
Michaels, "Now, I put some real thought into this… Did I want someone big and dominating like Jimmy Stryker (Crowd boos)? Did I want someone cold and calculating like Nova? (Crowd boos) Maybe someone who has a screw loose and really likes to inflict pain like my baby brother Javen (Crowd boos)?"
X motions with his hand for CM to "bring it", essentially indicating that whoever Michaels wants to send X’s way, X is more than happy to take the challenge.
Michaels shakes his head, "But no… I don’t think any of those guys are what the Doctor’s callin for here… No, Because I know there’s one person Xavier… One Person you have never been able to beat. One person who by hook or by crook just seems to always be that one extra step ahead of you… That person, Xavier Homicide? ……… That person is our Titanium Champion, Jessica Jones."
The crowd boos as X puts his tongue in his cheek and half nods as if to say "Alright then… Dick."
CM winks, "Have fun… I’ll be watching closely."
CM turns and goes to head back through the curtain as "Undisputed" by Ludacris blasts over the PA. X shakes his head as the screen switches to a match graphic…
Next Shockwave
Non-Title
Xavier Homicide VS Jessica Jones
Fecca, "There ya see it folks… Two weeks from tonight on the same broadcast that Christian Michaels will rematch Phoenix Winterborn in a non-title bout, we’ll see Xavier Homicide clash with his long time, very bitter rival in Jessica Jones."


Styles, "Well Michaels said it… Xavier Homicide has never beaten Jessica Jones… What does it say if he goes into Shockwave two weeks from tonight and can’t get it done against the Titanium Champion?"


Fecca, "I believe it’d certainly make a very strong argument for future contention for Jessica Jones regardless of who walks out of the Pay Per View as champion. Perhaps the more important question, however, is what does it say if he *does* defeat Jessica Jones? A first victory over an adversary he’s found unbeatable in times prior would certainly send a message to the champion that the Xavier Homicide he’s defending against at Immortal Glory has put in the work and taken his game to a whole new level."
The graphic switches to one that says "Next" and has a picture of Leaky Format standing in an all white suit with sunglasses and a gold necklace…
Fecca, "Well folks, when we return PWT undergoes a tidal wave as Leaky Format floods his way into Professional Wrestling Today… Don’t go anywhere folks, I promise ya it’s gonna be must see TV."
*Commercial Break*
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  Saturday Night Shockwave- 2/20/2010-

"For Thy Is The Kingdom And The Power And The Glory… Forever"
As "Crown Royal" by Run DMC begins blasting over the PA we hear Sabrina announce, "Ladies and Gentlemen.. At this time, please welcome to Professional Wrestling Today… Live Before Your Very Eyes… LllllllllEAKY FORMAT!"
The curtain flies to the side and out from behind it steps the one and only…
*PIC*
Leaky Format.
Fecca, "Well folks, there he is… Bathed in controversy already as anybody who follows the internet rumor mills knows… Now, making his arrival to PWT is the one and only, Leaky Format."


Styles, "Leaky Format a wildly successful performer elsewhere having captured a heavyweight title in the windy city. Now the question is, can he replicate that success here in the bigtime?"


Fecca, "Well, most major league players start in the minors so there’s no reason to believe Leaky’s going to be anything less than a fantastic addition to the Professional Wrestling Today lockeroom. That having been said…"
We switch from Leaky swaggering down the isle to the ring that’s got an aqua blue cover over the canvas and some cut outs of tidal waves propped in the ring as well as some lounge furniture. 
Fecca continues, "The ring doesn’t look like it’s set up for combat."

Styles, "Well, I’ve heard rumors flying around all week that Leaky was coming to unveil his very own show right here on Shockwave!"

Fecca, "That should certainly be interesting. Leaky Format not one that’s keen on biting his tongue as you’ll see if you pick up next months edition of Wrestling Today Magazine…"
A picture of Wrestling Today Magazine pops up on the screen with CM and Xavier face to face and the title "Immortal Glory IV" and in the upper right corner there’s a picture of Leaky Format in an all white suit and the caption "Todd Lawler sits down with PWT’s Newest Acquisition Leaky Format for An Uncensored Interview".
Fecca, "In that magazine Leaky talks about the business, talks about his perception of himself by comparison of some other major names in the sport and, he even has a few surprising choice words for our very own World’s champion Christian Michaels! It’s a must read, and it hits shelves March first."
The image of the magazine goes away as we see Leaky now standing in the ring, the music fading and the lights readjusting.
Leaky, "Ladies and Gentlemen… Be Humbled… Be in Awe… Be Amazed… Be GREATFUL, You have just hit Leaktacy!"
Leaky stretches his arms out as if awaiting a sea of applause, but the crowd offers a loud chorus of boos instead.
Leaky waves it off, "Now, I’d like to welcome you to the very first episode of "The Wet Down". The Wet Down is the show that’s going to take the world by storm! We’ll have the most compelling interviews, the biggest events… It’ll all happen right here and why? Because I am the Greatest of All Time! That doesn’t just mean from bell to bell, but that means at EVERYTHING I do! If I play Basketball, I play basketball better than Lebron James! If I have sex, I hit it better than Peter North in his prime! And when I venture into the Talk Show world, I’ma make NBC Wish to God they could replace Connan with me instead of giant jawed Leno!"
Crowd: YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!
Leaky, "So without further ado… Let me bring to you… My very first guest… One of the all time greats in the sport today… A Legend of Iconic proportions… Your friend and mine… JIMMY STRYKER!"
The crowd begins to boo even louder as "Right Now" by Korn begins blasting over the PA. The curtain gets pushed to the side and out from behind it in Blue jeans and a black "Harley Davidson" T Shirt steps Jimmy Stryker. The fans are booing desperately as Stryker snarls.
Jimmy begins slowly down the ramp as Fecca says, "… Words… Words fall short of being able to describe to you the heinous, reprehensible actions of one Jimmy Stryker two weeks ago. We’re gonna… We’re gonna take ya back but before we do we have to warn you that what you’re about to see is not for the weak at heart. I urge you to take the children out of the room………"
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Two Weeks Ago
We see a still Shot of Stryker glaring at Javen down on the floor as Kasey’s half way to a knee…… The shot begins playing and we see Kasey getting up as Stryker’s loading his hand with a chain. We see Stryker blast Kasey knocking him to the mat and then the mounted punches busting open his eyebrow and making him bleed like a stuffed pig. We then switch to Stryker wrapping a chain around Kasey’s throat and throwing Kasey over the top rope, essentially hanging him by the chain. We see the PWT baby faces tackle Stryker and restrain him as EMTs work on Kasey…
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With that we come back and by the time we do Stryker’s standing in the ring grinning and nodding at the images of his handiwork on the tron. The music has faded, Stryker’s been handed a mic and Leaky’s standing there nodding in approval…
Leaky, "Man… R.S. Kevin Kasey. Isn’t he putting out some silly DVD called "Rock ‘N Roll Never Dies"? Call me crazy but it looks like you proved that to be a falsity."
Stryker nods, "You’re g*d Damn right I did."
Leaky, "Now… Don’t misread the Leakster baby… I’ve got no beef with you taking the old dog out behind the barn and doing whatchoo felt you had to do… No beef at all. But, The world want’s to know one simple question…… Why? I mean, You just came out of no where and BAM! You’re killin the Rockstar worse than Video ever killed the radio star. Here, LIVE on the very first episode of the Wet Down we want the exclusive big man… Why’d you turn Kevin Kasey into an ended chapter in the wrestling history book?"
Stryker paces slowly, his index finger petting his chin. Finally in that deep gravely voice he says, "You wanta know why I put out the Rockstar? I’ll tell ya why Leaky…The answer’s real simple. Matter of fact, it’s so simple I can sum it up in one word. Ya ready?"
Leaky, "Oh I’m ready big man!"
Stryker, "…………………………… Respect."
The crowd boos as Leaky yells, "R-E-S-P-E-C-T! Find Out What It Means Ta Me!"
Fecca, "Respect?! What the Hell is he on about?!"
Leaky, "Why don’t ya tell us big man… Tell us what it means to *You*."
Stryker, "It means there’s only room around here for one Legend and you’re lookin at him. See, all I heard for two weeks heading into that show was "Oh My God! Oh My God! Kevin Kasey’s back!" "Did ya see Kevin Kasey come back?!" "Did ya hear that pop when Kevin Kasey Came Back?!" "Can ya believe it? Kevin Kasey’s back!" Then it comes show time… After the thirty minutes of Nova running his gums ya know what the next hour and a half was? It was the G*d Damn Kevin Kasey Show! That’s what it was! Every time the show came back we were talking about Kevin Kasey… Everytime we were gearing for commercial we were talking about Kevin Kasey… During the matches (points to Styles and Fecca) Those two jerk offs were getting all giddy and playing with each other as they talked about Kevin Kasey! Well what the HELL has Kevin Kasey done?! Sure, he was one of the biggest stars on the planet twenty years ago… That’s great, but what has he done lately? And ya know who made me sicker than anybody else?"
Leaky, "Tell me big man! Who made ya oh-OH SO Ill?!"
Stryker points at the crowd and with an aggressive growl says, "YOUUUUU!"
Stryker snarls, "You people sit out there and you cheer a man who’s been gone for TWO DAMN DECADES… Yet I come out here the same as I have damn near EVERY… SINGLE… Week for FIFTEEN Straight…"
Stryker’s interrupted as the crowd begins chanting: ROCK-STAR! ROCK-STAR! ROCK-STAR! ROCK-STAR! ROCK-STAR! ROCK-STAR!
Stryker’s nostrils are flaring, his eyes glaring, his flesh tearing… Okay, maybe not that last one but uh yeah, He’s not happy folks.
Fecca, "The fans on their feet showing a TRUE legend their respect as they call for R.S. Kevin Kasey.

Styles, "Call all ya want people, he ain’t here."
Stryker, "…… That’s EXACTLY what I’m talking about. I bust my ass week in and week out and you people sit there booing between fist fulls of popcorn and nachos. Rockstar abandons you for years because of some lame back injury and then some pathetic excuse of "Self doubts" and you just openly embrace him and give him all the respect that *I* Deserve! Not once has this damn company asked me if I wanted to put out a DVD! Not ONCE! Yet they paid more on video footage from other company’s libraries to make the Kevin Kasey DVD then they pay most of their wrestlers in three years! Never once have they spent a whole show showing everybody my years and YEARS of hard work! NOT ONCE! Well that’s fine… Because while this company may not respect me… While you idiots in the cheap seats may not respect me… And Hell, While your precious little Rockstar may not respect me… I promise that every so-called "Rock-a-holic"… Every fan who saw our last show… And most importantly, R.S. Kevin Kasey will NEVER……. EV-ER…… Forget Me."
Stryker grins as the fans boo desperately.
Fecca, "Can you believe this guy? He’s actually proud of himself for quite possibly ending Kevin Kasey’s career."
Leaky, "Damn dawg… See, this is exactly the type of no holds barred interview you can expe… HOLY HELL!"
The crowd suddenly erupts as Stryker raises an eyebrow and turns around… KA-BOOOOOM!
Fecca, "ROCKSTAR! ROCKSTAR! GOOD GOD THE ROCKSTAR’S IN THE HOUSE!"
Indeed. Rockstar (in a pair of blue jeans and a sky blue Tap Out designed shirt and a gold chain necklace) jumped the barricade, jumped up onto the ring, hopped over the top and just as Stryker turned around he tackled him down hard and began throwing hard right hands. The crowd is going wild as Kasey continues to unload… 
Fecca, "I don’t know where the Hell he came from but Kevin Kasey has gone off on Jimmy Stryker like a ball of fury!"
Stryker suddenly turns the tide spinning Kasey over to his back as he now begins throwing hard rights toward Kasey’s bandaged right eyebrow area. Kasey’s covering up but certainly some of those shots are getting in… Regardless, Kasey’s not about to stay down this time around as he rolls Stryker over making the previously booing crowd start cheering again as Kasey’s back on top.
Leaky, "REMEMBER IT PEOPLE! THIS JUST HAPPENED LIVE ON THE WET DOWN! The NUMBER ONE Show IN all Of Television! Forget Andy Kaufman getting pimp slapped by Jerry Lawler! Forget Connan O’Brian crying his ass off of TV! THIS IS IT! THE WET DOWN BABY!"
As Leaky hypes and Kasey and Stryker roll around like a couple of hungry dogs at Michael Vick’s house, security is rushing down the ramp.
Fecca, "This has become sheer pandemonium! Security is rushing the ring but you may need the jaws of LIFE to cut these two apart!"
Security does in fact invade the ring… And I mean LOTS of security… They try desperately to separate the two legends and at first they find it quite difficult but eventually the numbers work in their favor and they get Stryker away and under the ropes to the floor. In the ring Kasey’s jumped up but he’s blocked by a whole line of security guards standing in front of the entrance side ropes… Stryker fights up on the floor and shoves a bunch of guards away yelling "GET OFF ME!"
Stryker turns so he’s facing the ramp as he brushes himself off rolling his eyes.
Fecca. "Security has finally broken these two wild men apart and… Wait… What’s he…"
As the security in the ring has turned and bent down between the ropes to confer with the security at ringside… Kasey suddenly darts back, hit’s the commentary side ropes, darts forward and leaps up over the security guards and the ropes… Stryker turns… Kasey collides chest to chest driving the Legendary Icon to the floor as the crowd goes completely berserk.
Crowd: HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!…… ROCK-STAR! ROCK-STAR! ROCK-STAR! ROCK-STAR! ROCK-STAR! ROCK-STAR!
Fecca, "GOOD LORD DID YOU SEE THAT?!"
Styles, "How the HELL Does a fifty year old man jump like that?!"
Kasey shakes the cobwebs quickly and starts pounding on Stryker again but this time it’s not security guards separating Kasey from Stryker… It’s a handful of Grand Rapid’s finest.
Fecca, "Now the Police are down here!"
The crowd boos as the cops pry Kasey from Stryker. The cops struggle to get Kasey’s hands behind his back as they begin to cuff him.
Fecca, "Oh come on now… I understand ya can’t let em kill each other but what’s he being arrested for

Styles, "Umm… How about assault?"
Fecca, "If that’s the case ya might as well arrest everybody on our program. It’s a wrestling show, not a ballet recital."
As the officers try and cart Kasey away, the rage is flickering in the Rockstar’s eyes. He continues trying to kick at Stryker, landing a couple of hard boots as he’s being taken away. Stryker starts pushing himself up, checking his face for blood as he glares an hateful glare toward the Rockstar and starts yelling obscenities…
Fecca, "This thing has broken down into unadulterated chaos… We’ve gotta take a break, we’ll follow this thing and get ya up to speed when we come back…"
*Commercial Break*
When the cameras return we see a still shot of the backstage area…
::During The Break::
Fecca, "Before the break Jimmy Stryker and Kevin Kasey engaged in an intense brawl the likes of which I haven’t seen since Rosie O’Donald and Michael Moore both went to reach for the last slice of pizza and then… Well folks, watch for yourself."
The scene begins to play as we see Kasey being carted toward a police cruiser with the lights flashing.
Kasey, "STRYKER! YOU COWARD! FORGET THE POLICE! COME FIGHT ME LIKE A MAN YOU COWARD! YOU PUNK! COME ON! COME ON!"
Stryker’s walking behind the cops yelling, "What a hero! That’s right! Go be a role model behind bars you hypocrite! I’m pressing full charges! Assault! Trespassing! He’s not even suppose to be here! He jumped the barricade! I’m pressing full charges!"
An officer turns around and puts a hand up, "We understand Mr. Stryker… Let us do our job and they’ll get a full statement from you at the station."
Stryker, "You’re damn right they will! You’re finished Kasey! Done! Go rot in a cell you outdated piece of trash!"
The cops hold the back of Kasey’s head and put him into the back of the car. They close the door and slap the trunk signaling to the cop behind the wheel that they can take off. From there we switch to Fecca and Styles at ringside.
Fecca shakes his head, "Kevin Kasey has been arrested…… I can’t believe my own words…"
Styles, "Well, Say what you will about Jimmy Stryker but he’s right… Kasey’s not an official part of PWT’s lockeroom… He wasn’t here tonight as a wrestler… He bought a ticket like everybody else in the stands tonight and as such he knew there were certain parameters he couldn’t cross. Once he jumped that fan barricade he trespassed… And say what you want about the absurdity of an assault charge at a wrestling show but that wasn’t a wrestling match… It wasn’t even a confrontation between two PWT Wrestlers… It was the equivilent of a random fan just striking a star."
Fecca, "Oh give me a break. If anybody should be jailed it’s Jimmy Stryker."
Styles, "What?! For what?!"
Fecca, "For that absurd assault two weeks ago!"
Styles, "That’s different… That was -At that time- an issue between two PWT wrestlers being solved in the ring."
Fecca, "Oh give me a damn break! It was an unprovoked mugging! It was disgusting! It was…"
Styles, "Legal."
Fecca, "Yeah, well, if Stryker can dish it out then maybe he outta man up and take it too."
Styles, "Haha… Are you serious? I like Kasey but, he’s lucky Stryker didn’t end his career."
Fecca, "Yeah, well, if Stryker think’s he’s man enough maybe he outta drop his ridicules charges and handle things like a man… Between the ropes."
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  Saturday Night Shockwave- 2/20/2010-

The opening to "Hero" by Skillet begins as the crowd comes to their feet… The curtain moves and out from behind it, bent over and bobbin his head like the drugged up Hardy brother (Jeff) is Shadow.
Sabrina, "The following contest is scheduled for Onefall with a fifteen minute time limit! On his way to the ring, from Washington DC… Weighing in at 200 pounds even… SHAAAAAAADOW!"
Shadow begins heading down the ramp, banging his head to the music as he slaps hands with the fans.
Fecca, "Well… Changing gears from the situation with Kevin Kasey and attempting to do the next match the justice it deserves by centering my focus there… Shadow and Stevenson had a sensational contest one month ago where Drew just barely squeaked out the victory over Shadow."
We begin viewing clips of said confrontation, including the ever so close finish…
We come back as Shadow’s entering the ring between the ropes.
Fecca, "As a result, Shadow had this to say prior to our last edition of Shockwave…"
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The Week Prior To Shockwave
Shadow, "Drew Stevenson… At the last episode of Shockwave you gave me one of the finest matches in my admittedly somewhat young career. You’re one of the finest wrestlers there’s ever been, I know it, You know it, the whole world knows it, Grand Rapids has and will again this week witness it live. But, I say that to say this… I Can Beat Ya. I Can Beat you Drew Stevenson. There is no shame in losing to the Emerald.. NONE… But, there’s a lot of pride to be had defeating the Emerald and I Will… NOT… Rest… Until I’ve done that. So Drew Stevenson… I’m officially laying down the challenge…. Saturday, February 20th, Live in Grand Rapids I want you One… More… Time. You, Me, Shockwave… What do ya say Drew… What Do Ya Say?"
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The arena lights suddenly just shut off consuming the arena into complete darkness. The sudden engulfing of a massive bright spotlight shines down onto the entry area, the fans try looking through it but it is far too bright to see through it with the naked eye. Suddenly, the public address sound system comes on playing ''The Ectasy of Gold'' by Metallica just as the stage is still engulfed in the massive light. After a few seconds, the spotlight begins fading away and the arena lights return to life as there stands Drew Stevenson with his hands on his hips just looking out nodding as these fans cheer him, he just begins walking down the aisle sporting his usual attire which consists of dark green Chute Boxer style shorts, dark green kneepads, boots and his hands taped up in dark green tape as well. 
Sabrina, "Finally… From Seymour Missouri at a weight of 250 Pounds… "The Emerald"… DREW… STEEEEEEEEEEEEVENSON!"
Fecca, "Shadow laid out the challenge and just as soon as Drew’s match concluded last Shockwave, he had this to say in response."
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Fans are cheering as "Ectasy of Gold" hits and Drew gets his arm raised by Sharpe. Stevenson grabs the mic, breathing heavy after his match…
Stevenson, "Shadow! (Breathes)…… Shadow… Brother… You wanta dance with the Emerald again in two weeks? Well heck… I’m pretty sure my dance card’s empty… YOU’RE ON!"
Stevenson drops the mic as his theme restrikes, The crowd cheering one of their heroes…
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As return Drew has just rolled into the ring from under the bottom rope immediately getting back to his feet just pacing the ring simply awaiting for the bell to ring thus getting this match underway. 
Fecca, "Drew and Shadow keeping their eyes locked on each other… Folks… Between Shockwave broadcasts often times our competitors will become very vocal about their feelings on their opponents, their up coming matches, and some times a wide variety of unrelated topics as well. To see your favorite stars in a more vocal position verses a physical one, make sure to check regularly at Pee Dubbya Tee dot com for up to the minute interveiws and promos from all of your favorite Pee Dubbya Tee superstars and Femme Fatales."
Styles, "And hey, sometimes those things get physical too! You never know what you’ll see in these superstar produced videos on Pee Dubbya Tee dot com."
Fecca, "No… No you don’t. This past week, Shadow and Drew had some very heated words that may have made this match here tonight take a step up in aggression from being purely about competition to now being much more about personal integrity."
Mason calls for the opening bell as Shadow and Drew begin slowly circling, Drew occasionally teasing for a leg sweep as he shoots an arm toward Shadow but backs back off.
Styles, "Well, both of these guys are very prideful, ultra competitive athletes. As a result, it’s not gonna take much to stir the pot and get a little animosity brewing."
Drew is in more of an amateur wrestling stance, where as Shadow is hopping from foot to foot in a more martial arts derived stance. Finally Drew and Shadow shoot forward, Drew appears to be looking for a double leg take down but Shadow leap frogs over and lands in an RVD-like Split in the middle of the ring. Drew spins around and as he does Shadow closes his legs, spins around on his ass, snatches Drew’s wrists and rolls back placing his feet in Drew’s chest and rolling back sending Drew flipping up and over with a modified monkey flip. 
Fecca, "Oh! Very unique maneuver from the ultra flexible competitor in Shadow."
Drew hit’s the mat and rolls back to his feet holding his back. Drew steps forward and Shadow snatches him over looking for an arm drag… Except, Drew latches onto Shadow’s arm so when Shadow would normally release, Drew keeps hold, hit’s the mat, rolls through and takes Shadow over in an unexpected arm drag of his own, holding onto the arm and quickly applying an arm bar to the applause of the fans.
Fecca, "What a counter by Stevenson!"
Drew holds the arm bar tight for a moment before he takes his right hand, grabs the back of the head of Shadow and starts guiding him up to his feet still loosely holding the arm bar. Drew backs Shadow to the ropes with the loose arm bar before sliding down to Shadow’s wrist and shooting the blue haired hero across the ring with the Irish whip. Shadow hit’s the ropes, comes back as Drew pops his hip out and looks to send Shadow over with the Hip toss… Shadow flips over but hit’s his feet runnin’… Drew turns as Shadow jumps onto the second rope, springboards back almost in a modified cross body except that he’s a little high… His legs capture Drew’s head and he swings around taking Drew over with a big springboard head scissors drawing a big reaction from the fans.
Fecca gasps, "What incredible agility and athleticism on the part of Shadow!"
Drew grabs his neck and pushes himself up but Shadow’s right there hoppin’ from foot to foot in that martial arts stance. THWACK! A big kick from Shadow to Drew’s ribs… THWACK! A second big kick. Shadow jumps and spins in the opposite direction looking for a big roundhouse style kick but Drew ducks under… Shadow lands with his back to Drew and Drew quickly grabs the rear waistlock, drives Shadow forward making his chest collide with the ropes before Drew rolls back (taking Shadow with him) into a cover where most of Shadow’s weight is on his shoulders and Drew is squatting over Shadow’s legs keeping him rolled up on his shoulders… Mason slides down and counts ……………One…………Two… Barely two as Shadow kicks out making Drew jump forward.
Fecca, "A Quick two and a kick out on the first pinfall situation thus far."
Shadow rolls up to his feet as Drew’s spinning back around. Shadow goes for a karate chop to Drew’s chest but Drew ducks under, grabs a fist full of Shadow’s waist band and drives a hard forearm right into the lower back of the self proclaimed "Dark Knight". Shadow let’s out a groan and tries to grab at his back but Drew (still holding Shadow’s pants with his left hand) shoes Shadow’s hand away with his right, draws back and sinks a second hard forearm across the lower back of Shadow. Shadow again tries to nurse his back but again Drew shoes the hand away and this time, draws back with his upper torso, then snaps forward and drives a head butt into Shadow’s lower back making him stumble away as Drew finally releases the waistband of Shadow’s pants.
Fecca, "The Emerald putting the work in on that lower back of Shadow… Perhaps looking to soften him up for the Missouri Cloverleaf he utilizes so often to draw his matches to an end."
Styles, "Drew Stevenson’s an expert at what he does… Every move, every motion has a purpose when the Emerald’s between the ropes going to work. Absolutely, I’d recommend he’s already got the Missouri Cloverleaf in mind and is preparing Shadow’s back so that it’ll have the maximum amount of effect when he does in fact apply it."
Fecca, "Provided that Shadow allows that to occur."
Styles, " "Provided" Shadow has a choice."
Shadow hobbles to the corner with Drew stalking behind him. As Shadow arrives to the corner, Drew draws back and shoots another hard forearm into his lower back, making the blue haired hero arch back as he turns around, guarding his back with the corner. Drew draws back and… WHOOOOOOOO! A big chop makes Shadow snap back against the turnbuckle pads.
Crowd: WHOOOOOO!
Fecca, "We saw Kimberly Pain distributing some serious chops earlier tonight with Whysper but, They didn’t echo with quite as much base as that chop from Drew Stevenson."
Shadow tries to take a step out of the corner but Drew draws back and… SMAAAAAACK!
Crowd: WHOOOOOOO!
A second chop lights up the chest of the dark knight. Drew bends down and grabs Shadow by the legs, hoisting him up so he’s seated on the top rope. Drew then walks away as Shadow shakes the cobwebs and starts trying to push himself up to his feet on the ropes… Drew suddenly darts back, runs up the ropes and appears to be looking for a Kurt Angle style Belly to Belly off the top but Shadow holds the top rope with his left hand and shoots a hard forearm right into Drew’s chest with his right making Drew fly back without anyone to suplex and landing hard on his back as the crowd gasps and cheers.
Fecca, "Holy Toledo! Drew Stevenson looked like he was pulling one out of PWT Walk of Famer David Van Dam’s play book but Shadow held on and the Emerald was denied!"
Shadow Pops up onto the top rope, Stands up right and then leaps off, twisting in the air and nailing a corkscrew on Stevenson to the crowd’s overwhelming approval. Shadow grabs his back, turns around and hooks the far leg rolling back as Mason slides down ………………One……………Two…… Only two as Drew kicks out with authority.
Fecca, "OH! Shadow coming from the high rent district and nailing that big time corkscrew but, Drew Stevenson isn’t throwin in the white flag of surrender that easily."
Styles, "He never does."
Shadow shakes his head as he begins pushing himself up off the mat. Drew’s rolled to his hands and knees and is pushing himself up slightly slower than Shadow. As Drew comes to his feet Shadow grabs him and sends him across the ring with the Irish Whip… Drew darts forward but when he hit’s the ropes he wraps an arm around the top rope to avoid bouncing back toward Shadow. Shadow being quick on his feet however quickly adjusts by darting toward Drew… As Shadow arrives Drew grabs the top rope with his left hand as he ducks down and looks to body drop Shadow over the top with his right arm… The crowd gasps collectively as Shadow goes flying up, but simmers down when he lands on his feet on the outside ring apron.
Fecca, "Shadow charging Stevenson… Stevenson with the back body drop… OH! More of that uncanny agility as Shadow lands on his feet on the apron!"
Drew turns as Shadow’s leaping onto the top rope. Shadow leaps forward looking for a modified Buff Blockbuster (flipping neck breaker) but Drew ducks down and darts forward, hopping out to the outside apron between the ropes as Shadow flies over him BUT, once AGAIN lands on his feet.
Styles, "Cheese and Rice! This guy’s like a cat, he always lands on his feet!"
Shadow spins around and sees Drew on the outside canvas… He charges toward Drew but Drew ducks down and drives a shoulder into the gut of the blue haired hero. Shadow staggers back, turning around holding his bread basket. Drew steps back into the ring, steps forward, grabs a hand full of Shadow’s waist band again and WHAM! Another hard forearm to the back of Shadow, this one dropping Shadow to a knee. Drew yanks him up by the waist band and WHAM! A second forearm makes him drop right back down to a knee. Drew pulls him up again, yanks him back by the waistband but as he does, relinquishes the waist band, steps to the side, grabs Shadow and hoists him up like Kane or Nash would pick a foe up for a side slam and then, drops to a knee, driving Shadow’s lower back across said knee with a good ol fashion backbreaker. Shadow screams in pain as he hit’s the mat.
Fecca, "Drew continuing his merciless assault on Shadow’s lower back and that’s a very sound strategy… Not only does it soften him up for the Missouri Cloverleaf as we discussed earlier but, it also makes all of that fast paced, high flying offense Shadow champions very difficult to utilize."
Drew quickly scoops the near leg and rolls back as Mason slides down ………………One………………Two………Th… Only two as Shadow just manages to snap his legs down and thrust his shoulder up.
The crowd erupts as Fecca says, "Stevenson a mere hiccup away on that pin attempt!"
Stevenson pushes himself up as Shadow’s rolled to his chest holding his back. Stevenson draws his arm up in the air, gets on his tippy toes, and drops down driving the point of his bionic elbow into the lower back of Shadow making scream out in pain.
Fecca, "Stevenson’s like a well trained sniper… He finds the exact mark on his opponent that he’ll get the maximum amount of damage by striking and then he takes very basic maneuvers and gets the absolute most out of each and every one of them. In one catastrophic shot he does the same damage a lesser skilled man would require three or four shots to replicate."
Styles, "That’s a very accurate description.. He’s a cunning, well calculated sniper who rarely if ever misses his mark."
Shadow’s pulling himself across the ring on his forearms but as he does Stevenson measures him up again, gets back on his tippy toes again, and drops the point of that bionic elbow into the lower back yet again. Shadow cries out again as the crowd is indecisive, but loud. Shadow pushes up through the pain to get to his hands and knees and crawls the few inches left to the corner. Shadow begins pulling himself up rope by rope till he’s to his feet. He slowly turns around but as soon as he does… SMAAAAAAAACK!
Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOO!
Shadow’s chest is still a little red from the previous chops so that didn’t help any. SMAAAAAAAAAACK!
Crowd: WHOOOOOOO!
Stevenson with a second chop before he reaches out and grabs Shadow’s wrist. Drew pushes Shadow as far into the corner pads as he can before he comes out and sends Shadow across the ring with such force that Drew drops to a knee… Shadow hit’s the corner hard letting out a loud "UGGGGGH" as his back collides with the turnbuckle pads. Shadow cringes as the momentum makes him stumble back out of the corner toward the center… Before he can get his bearings back about him though, Stevenson shoots down and scoops Shadow’s legs out from under him making him drop to his back. Stevenson quickly ties Shadow’s legs up as the crowd grows loud…
Fecca, "Uh-oh! I think he’s thinking…"
Stevenson turns him over and has him hooked in the Texas Cloverleaf smack dab in the center of the ring as the crowd erupts.
Fecca, "He is! Missouri Cloverleaf! Drew Stevenson’s got the Missouri Cloverleaf locked in and ya have to believe with all the abuse Shadow’s back has taken he’s gonna have no choice but to call it quits here!"
Mason is right down asking Shadow but Shadow’s shaking his head vigorously, yanking at his own hair trying so desperately to withstand the excruciating pain."
Styles, "His back is nearly shot, he’s gonna have no choice but to give it up…"
Fecca, "Wait… I… We’ve got something going on backstage… We… We can’t leave this match, there’s no way… Can we… Can we get a split screen maybe?"
As requested the screen splits and while the lower right corner keeps showing Shadow trying so desperately to keep from tappin, The higher left corner shows Chris Walker still going around all huffy and puffy backstage. As he’s doing so, he seems to be near the Gorilla position. Walker throws a set of curtains to the side showing a little area where TOG, Brooks, And Glenn Matthews are all stationed watching the monitors. Walker starts charging forward toward a set of stairs leading to another set of curtains when TOG pops up puts a hand in front of him…
TOG, "Whoa brother… They got a match going on out there, I’m gonna need you to…"
Walker suddenly kicks TOG right in the nads making him double over as the crowd boos… Walker takes TOG by the collar of his white PWT Logoed polo shirt and the belt of his black dress slacks and sends him head first into the wall, making him drop down to the ground.
Fecca, "Has this guy lost his mind?! He just attacked a road agent!"
Walker heads up the stairs and through the curtain… As he does we go to a regular screen as Walker begins power walking down the aisle to a chorus of boos.
Fecca, "Don’t… Don’t interupt this contest! It would be a great diservice to both of these athletes who have put so much in…"
Walker darts down the rest of the way and slides in the ring. Mason just so happens to notice and as he does he jumps up and says, "HEY! GET OUT OF HERE!"
Walker makes a fist and heads for Mason but Mason’s no dumby… Mason darts away and baseball slides under the ropes. Walker heads back through the ropes and begins giving chase to Mason… As Walker chases Mason down the little isle way between the entrance ramp and the fan barricade Drew relinquishes the clover leaf and walks over to the ropes, stretching out his arms as if to say "What the Hell?!"
Fecca, "Ya have to believe Drew Stevenson was just on the cusp of victory but Chris Walker… Chris Walker’s chased away our referee!"
Styles, "I’ve never seen anybody take a DQ So poorly. He opened the card an hour and a half ago and he’s still chasing after the referee who disqualified him."
Drew holds on to the top rope, leaning down asking ringside staff what’s going on, clearly annoyed.
Fecca, "Regardless, we still have a match going on in the ring… Or well, I think we do. Drew Stevenson appears to be trying to figure that out right now as he communicates with the ringside staff."
Drew shakes his head as if to say "Whatever" and turns around to head toward Shadow who’s still down on one knee. Drew get’s just about close enough to reach for Shadow when Shadow suddenly leaps up off the mat, into the air and CRAAAAAAAAAACK! He kicks Drew so hard in the side of the neck that Drew does a full flip in the air and hits his back as Shadow twists in the air and lands on his chest.
Crowd: OoooooooOoooOooooooO!
Fecca, "TIGER CLAW! TIGER CLAW! Shadow just blasted Stevenson with that dreaded Tiger Claw kick out of NO WHERE!"
Styles, "Yeah but look at him… Drew’s put so much work in on his back that he can’t pull himself back up off the mat! I mean, he had him in that Missouri Cloverleaf for damn probably a full minute before Drew let him go to check on the officiating situation."
Fecca, "That’s certainly an accurate point… Both of these awesome competitors are down on the mat but we still don’t have an official…"
Crowd STEV-EN-SON -LET’S GO SHADOW- STEV-EN-SON -LET’S GO SHADOW- STEV-EN-SON -LET’S GO SHADOW- STEV-EN-SON
Fecca, "This crowd is on their feet, torn between these two incredible athletes who are trying so desperately to battle back."
The crowd suddenly goes from their chants to an over all cheer… Why? PWT Official William Sharpe is jogging down the ramp. Sharpe slides into the ring and quickly checks on both competitors before he throws a finger into the air and declares…….. ONE!
Fecca, "Well it looks like Willie Sharpe has entered the contest to sub in for Frank Mason and I guess… Well I guess we’re back on course for this contest."
……………TWO…………
Stevenson is pushing to his hands and knees, one hand trying to rub the shooting pain out of his neck. Shadow has a hand on the second rope, another hand nursing his back.
……………………THREE……
Shadow starts using the rope to push himself up to a knee as Drew starts pushing up toward his feet from his knee…
……………………FOUR……………FI…..
Just before he officially declares the five both men make it to their feet, staggering backwards toward each other. Shadow and Drew both turn… Drew shoots for Shadow’s legs looking to take him back down for another cloverleaf but Shadow leap frogs, grabs his back as his feet hit the mat, turns and WHAM! A big drop kick sends Drew to his back. Shadow pushes himself up holding his back as Drew rolls back up and charges looking for a clothesline… Shadow ducks under as Drew darts through and hit’s the ropes. Drew comes rushing back and Shadow leaps up for another leap frog except this time he wraps his legs around Drew’s neck and snaps back to the side of Drew’s legs taking the Emerald over with a hurrancanrana. The crowd cheers as Shadow has hold of his back again and battles back up, cringing through the pain. 
Fecca, "Shadow’s back clearly still bothering him but he’s battling as hard as I’ve ever seen…"
Drew rolls back up, comes over staggering slightly as Shadow goes for a kick to the gut… Denied! Drew catches the boot… Shadow hops… Hops… THWAAAAAAACK! A big Enziguri makes Drew take a face plant on the mat as the crowd erupts.
Fecca, "Enziguri!"
Shadow drops back on his knees, holding his back as he yells, "COMMMMMMME ON!"
The crowd grows even louder, supporting Shadow as he crawls toward the Emerald. Shadow shoots an arm under Drew’s arm and over his neck, utilizing the half nelson to roll Drew to his back. Shadow hooks the far leg, cradles the neck, and Sharp drops down ………………………One…
Fecca, "What an upset if Shadow can pull this off!"
…………………Two……………………THR… GAH! The crowd gasps then erupts as Drew kicks out at the very last second.
Fecca, "HE DID IT! SHADOW BEA… WAIT… NO! NO HE DIDN’T! Drew Stevenson… DREW STEVENSON KICKED OUT! GOOD LORD! WHAT A MATCH!"
Shadow grabs his back, looking up at the sky as if to say "What more can I do?!"
Fecca, "Drew Stevenson kicked out and now… Now Shadow has to ask himself what’s next? What can ya do to put the Sniper down?"
Styles, "I don’t know but he better do it before he reloads his gun."
Shadow pushes himself up, hobbling around holding his back.
Sabrina, "Ladies and Gentlemen, Thirteen Minutes have elapsed in this Contest… There Are Two Minutes Remaining."
Fecca, "Wait? What? We’ve got a two minute warning?! I haven’t seen a match push the time limit far enough to require that in years!"
Shadow leans on the top rope near the corner… His back shooting an almost crippling pain through his body. Drew’s on his hands and knees as Shadow looks over, keeping an eye on his adversary as he tries to regroup. Shadow stalks out of the corner, drawing back in an MMA Stalking stance… Drew pushes himself up, his back to Shadow… Drew turns… Shadow leaps up looking for a second "Tiger Claw" kick to the neck but Drew ducks drawing a gasp from the crowd… Shadow turns, Drew shoots the double leg take down putting Shadow back on his back and quickly wraps up his legs…
Fecca, "OH! He’s looking for it again… If he turns Shadow over here it’s gonna be…"
Shadow’s trying desperately to fight it but, It’s only a matter of time before…… 
Fecca, "GAH! That’s it! He’s got the Missouri Cloverleaf locked in and it’s gotta be over from here!"
Drew squats down as low as he can, wrenching it in as Sharpe slides down to see if Shadow wants to give it up… Shadow’s screaming in pain, the crowd is going wild…
Fecca, "Shadow trying desperately to hold on but… I just don’t see how. They’re smack dab in the center and he’s been taking a pounding on that back all night long."
Styles, "Just give it up. Don’t risk an injury over an exhibition match. You’re clearly in checkmate, accept it and tap out."
Fecca, "That’s easy for you to say sitting here watching the match but, it’s far more difficult for a young prideful individual like Shadow to do inside that ring… He’s got so much heart, so much passion… I’m not sure he knows how to give up to be quite honest."
Styles, "Well he better figure it out soon or he’s gonna have all that pride and heart in a wheel chair."
Sabrina, "There is Thirty Seconds remaining in this contest…"
Shadow’s squirming has slowed dramatically… His face drifts from cringes to a far away look…
Fecca, "THIRTY SECONDS! If Shadow can just hold on thirty seconds…"
Drew draws back just a little further, cringing himself as he puts everything he’s got into trying to make Shadow tap………
Sabrina, "Ten…………Nine……"
The crowd picks up the count as Sharper checks for life…
Crowd: ………………Eight……
Fecca, "Did he… I think Shadow’s passed out from the pain!"
…………Seven…………Six………
Sharper picks up Shadow’s hand… It drops………
……………Five………Four…
Sharpe picks it up again… It drops again…
…………Three………Two………
Sharper picks it up…
…………One…
It drops… The Bell sounds simultaneously as the crowd are going wild.
Fecca, "Wait… Did he last for the time limit?!"

Styles, "I don’t think he did… I think his hand hit a quarter second before the time keeper rang the bell.
Fecca, "I…… I…… I’m not sure."
Sharpe is at the ropes conferring with time keeper Marty Martin and ring announcer Sabrina Velez as Drew paces the entrance side of the ring, breathing a little heavy. Finally all three of the conferring staff members nod, apparently coming to a definitive decision.
Sabrina, "Ladies and Gentlemen…… Official William Sharper and time keeper Marty Martin have conferred and have determined after much deliberation that…… Shadow WAS Declared unconscious and unable to further compete BEFORE the fifteen minute time limit expired and therefore…"
Already a combination of loud boos and loud cheers are flooding the ring…
Sabrina continues, "Your winner at fourteen minutes and fifty nine seconds via referee’s decision…… DREW STEVENSON!"
"Ecstasy of Gold" by Metallica begins blasting over the PA as Sharpe raises Drew’s arm.. Shadow’s regaining consciousness, holding his back as referees Mitch Roberts and Jim Richards rush to the ring along with PWT’s head trainer Michael Raymond in a white PWT Polo with a pair of tan dress slacks. As they begin checking on Shadow, Drew grabs a stick from a staff member at ringside.
Drew, "Hold on… Hold on… Cut my music."
The music fades as Drew takes some breathes……
Drew, "First thing’s first… (Looks over at Shadow being tended to)…… Shadow… that’s one of my finest matches in a long time. You’ve got some serious fortitude kid… Regardless of the official decision, You’re a winner in my book brother."
The crowd cheers and begins chanting: SHA-DOW! SHA-DOW! SHA-DOW! SHA-DOW! SHA-DOW! SHA-DOW!
Drew nods and applauds as Fecca says, "Drew Stevenson, a class act as always. Absolutely, there were no losers here tonight."
Styles, "Right… Except for the guy who lost."
Drew turns his attention to the back and gets a less plesent look as he says, "Now… With that out of the way… CHRIS WALKER! (Crowd boos) …… Kid… I don’t know what your deal is but if you wanta find your way into one of my matches then how about you do it the old fashion way… You… Me… NEXT SHOCKWAVE!"
The crowd erupts as Fecca says, "Ho-boy! Did you hear that?! Drew Stevenson’s gonna get him some of Chris Walker two weeks from tonight!"
Stevenson drops the mic as "Ecstasy of Gold" restrikes. He begins exiting as we fade to the back making the crowd erupt as we see Christian Michaels walking down the hallway with the PWT Championship around his waist.
Fecca, "Well folks, there he is… The PWT World’s Heavyweight Champion! And when we come back he’s in one on one action with Chaz Fury… You won’t wanta miss it… It’s gonna be live, It’s gonna be explosive, It’s gonna be…… NEXT!"
*Commercial Break*
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  Saturday Night Shockwave- 2/20/2010-

Just before we conclude the commercial break we hear "Sweet Child O’ Mine" Begin playing as we see highlights of Kevin Kasey from his younger years.
"Kevin Kasey Man… He was It. He was the (Fade to a clip of The Multi-Million Dollar Man Ted DeNaro talking) biggest thing in wrestling at a time when wrestling was becoming the biggest thing in the world."
(Thick Iranian Accent), "Kevin Kasey… Uhh… Much Respect I Have For The Kev-on Kas-ey. Our match in 86 (shot of a massive sold out arena with camera flashes going on)… It did so much for da biz-ness… It really (Clip of Kasey dropping the Elbow on the Masked Iranian) concreted da sport at dat times."
(Familiar slight southern accent), "Man… Kevin Kasey was Pro Wrestling… (Clip of Javen talking) Everybody I knew had the action figures (shot of a commercial clip from the 80s of two kids playing with a Kasey and Masked Iranian action figure), The Comics (Commercial clip of a kid reading a comic with Kasey on the cover)… When I watched the tape of Kasey coming off the rope in 86 with that elbow and I felt that emotion… That’s where I really started seriously perusing this business and that’s also when I embraced that high risk style I utilize today."
We see clips of Kasey cutting promos and clapping hands with fans and stuff with the world title as a Narrator says, "Yes… The Rockstar was on top of the world until…"
The music changes to a slow, darker instrumental as we see some rough footage kinda similar to the quality of the Madison Square Garden "Cliq" Incident footage that’s floating around… We see Kasey in the ring in his tights darting toward a well built tan guy in purple trunks…
Rockstar’s voice, "Man…… It was just a bad situation… I was heading for the Super Model Rich Mantel… He went to Body Drop me over the top rope, a move I’d taken a hundred times… They moved the barricade closer to the ring right before the show to fit in some extra seats because we’d over sold the building… That combined with the top rope being slippery from a deal "Tan" Dan Demarco did in the match before hand where he’d put some sun tan lotion on the top rope and it never got cleaned up… I grabbed that rope to go over and my hands just slipped right off… the guard rail was too close to maneuver around and…
The footage slows up and lights up around the guard rail… We see in slow motion Kasey’s back hitting the guardrail in such a way that there’s no doubt it did some serious damage…
Kasey continues, "Bam… My run at the top was over… My run period was over and the doctors are telling me I’m never gonna wrestle again. It crippled me… Not nearly as much physically as mentally and emotionally… I… I wasn’t sure who I was or what I was doing without wrestling… Really, I wasn’t even sure if I wanted to live anymore."
We go through a multitude of clips as the Narrator says, "Now, on this exclusive three disc set you can follow the Rockstar from his humble beginning at a dojo in Florida with Hiro Matsuta, to his unforgettable world title win against the Masked Iranian… Travel with Kasey himself as he talks about everything from the old Territorial system to the nearly career ending back injury in 1990 to his miraculous return in 96... Hear from Many of the names of yesterday who wrestled alongside the Rockstar, and names of today who have been influenced by the Rockstar… Hear some of the biggest names today like Christian Michaels, Taylor McCallister, Javen, Drew Stevenson and so many others tell some of their favorite memories as Rockstar fans… Let Rockstar himself explain why he stayed away from the mainstream scene for so long and why he chose to make PWT his first mainstream appearance in twenty years… Watch the matches you grew up on and loved -as well as some of todays superstars favorite Kasey matches-, and some you’ve never seen before from Japan and Independent Promotions around the world… Over seven hours of extras and bonus footage in addition to a full documentary… R.S. Kevin Kasey - Rock ‘N Roll Never Dies… On Sale at all DVD retailers and on PWT.com March sixteenth."
Fade off of the cover for the Rockstar DVD to black…… 
After the reminder of the upcoming career retrospective dvd of "R.S." Kevin Kasey's career its time for tonight's main event. Sabrina is in the ring ready to proceed with her duty.
Sabrina: It is now time for your Shockwave MAIN EVENT!
The fans cheer as they've waited all night to see the champion compete. Once they clamed own Sabrina continues.
Sabrina: Introducing first, standing six foot-one and weighing in tonight at two hundred and fifteen pounds....From The Valley of Ashes.....CHAZ....FURY!
The arena lights change to red and green as "Guillotine Two" begins to slowly emerge through the speakers. Fans look at the entrance as the violent guitar riffs begin and a spotlight illuminates the entranceway then Chaz Fury emerges from the curtain, his arms in the air greeting the atmosphere. Fans boo him and he just shakes his head in disgust at them slowly walking to the ring. He jumps up onto the apron, walking down the edge of the ring yelling at fans before stepping through the ropes and getting into a corner warming up.
Fecca: Our great fans here letting Chaz Fury know they're not too fond of him. Folks if you're just tuning in and wondering about this match and why its happening: It was four weeks ago when Chaz Fury interuppted a one on one contest between Heavyweight champion Christian Michaels and Phoenix Winterborn. The interference caused Michaels the match. Then two weeks ago it was announced during the contract signing for Michaels/Homicide that Xavier had the right to choose Christian's opponentf or tonight. With that choice Xavier chose Fury.

Styles: And what a great choice it wa stoo Bobbsie. Its been quite a while since I've seen an up an comer like Chaz Fury in this company. The saying is that the sky is the limit, but I don't think even that encompasses the potential Chaz has.
Fury's music fades and the fans begin to buzz as Sabrina once again raises her mic.
Sabrina: And his opponent! he is the REIGNING PWT World's heavyweight champion! Standing six foot-two and weighing in at two hundred and forty-one pounds......From Memphis, Tennessee.....The Southern Heartthrob....CHRISTIAN...MIIIIICHAELS!!!!
The roof nearly blows off the Angel arena as "Champion In Me" hits over the speakers. A few moments into the song, and CM's entrance video playing on the PWT-a-tron, and the curtain flies to the side. The champion rushes out onto the stage holding the championship high above his head!
Fecca: And there he is! The man who holds the most prestigious championship in the business today!

Styles: But for how much longer? Xavier Homicide is an extremely hungry competitor on a tear.

Fecca: No doubt about that Eddie, but Christian thrives in those big match situations.
Michaels makes his way down the ramp slapping as many hands as he can. Finally he makes his way up the steps and enters the ring between the top an middle ropes. Once in the ring CM heads up the nearest corner and holds the title up. "Champion In Me" begins to fade as the champ hops down. He's handing the title out to one of the ring crew guys. But just as the title leaves his hands Fury charges across the ring and leaps into CM, driving his right thigh into Michaels' back!
DING! DING!
PWT senior official Jim Richards calls for the bell. CM turns in the corner, his back against the turnbuckle pads. Chaz Fury grabs the back of CM's head with his left hand and starts delivering some stiff forearm shots with his right arm. Michaels' head snaps back again an again only to be drawn forth into a nother forearm shot. Richards wants a break but instead Fury looks to whip CM across the ring. Michaels reverses an sends Chaz across teh ring instead. he follows in and Fury runs up the corner and flips back with a "Whisper In The Wind" type move. Fury popping up to his feet and yelling towards the fans. They reply with a chorus of boos for the upstart young man.
Fecca: Chaz Fury taking the early advantage witha cheapshot as Michaels handed the championship belt out to a member of our ring crew.

Styles: Come on now Bobbsie! How many times are you going to find yourself in the ring with the Heavyweight champion? There's no guarantee that it'll ever happen a gain for Chaz. He's got to use whatever tactic it takes to make his impact.
The champ gets to his feet and takes a hard European uppercut from Fury that staggers him to the ropes. Chaz quickly takes his wrist and shoots CM off to the opposite ropes. Michaels rebounds anD is met in the center of the ring by Fury ducking his shoulder into CM's stomach and pulling the champs legs from under him. CM hits his back and his legs fly up in the air. Chaz Fury grabs CM's legs and flips through to a bridging pin. ONE....T-NO! Christian locks his hands around Fury's waist an bridges up on his neck. The champ then raises up And spins so that it looks like he may be setting up a powerbomb. But instead CM spins one more time and ends up executing a back slide pin. ONE......TW-NO! Chaz rolls through to his hands an knees, shooting up as Michaels does the same. They're at a stalemate here and the crowd applauds.
Fecca: Exciting exchange there between Michaels and his potential future challenger in Chaz Fury.
Champion and potential future challenger circle around the ring keeping their eyes locked on one another. They finally shoot in to a collar an elbow tie-up. CM has a slight height advantage and takes a quick side headlock. He briefly wrenches in in before transitioning into a hammerlock on his opponent's left arm. Fury reaches back with his right arm. He's trying to judge if he can catch the champ with an elbow. Nothin happening there so instead Chaz bends over and reaches between his legs. He grabs the back of CM's left ankle and pulls it from under him. Christian Michaels hit’s the mat flat on his back. Fury holds the leg and he puts on the spinning toe-hold. Michaels groans out trying to reach out an grab Fury. No luck though. Chaz spins around again and this time CM uses his right leg and kicks Fury off!
Styles: You got to give it to Chaz Fury, he's matching the champion move for move tonight.

Fecca; That I can not deny. So far we're seeing an even match.
CM races to his feet but Chaz with a martial arts like spinning leg-sweep puts him on his back again. Fury then springs onto his back on top of CM. He grabs both legs as Richards hits the mat. ONE.....TW-NO! CM rolls to his right getting his left under Fury's. ONE.......TWO-NO! Chaz flips out of the pin and both men race to their feet. Once again its a stalemate. The fans once again applauding the technical display they're seeing. Even the champ claps for his opponent's abilities. 
Fecca: The champion even looking impressed here with Fury.
Once again both men circle around each other. This time though Chaz calls for a test of strength. Shooting his left hand in the air Fury dares the champion to accept. CM looks to the crowd who all yell "NOOO". It doesn’t seem to be loud enough though as CM starts to reach up. This is enough to make the fans really voice their disagreement.
Crowd; NOOOOOOOOO!!!
Its enough this time for CM to shake his head and put his arm back down. An angered Fury charges to the ropes and yells at the fans to shut up. They boo him and tell him to shut up. Chaz ignores them and demands that CM play a round of the classic "Test of Strength".
Styles: What's wrong big man? Too chicken?

Fecca; I doubt very much that Christian Michaels fears the test of strength.

Styles: Then why doesn't he play?
Looks like Chaz has thrown a big enough fit to convince CM to play. CM begins putting his hand up… Inching closer and closer till… GAHHHHH! They’re locked hand in hand. Michaels winces a little but Chaz is clearly being out powered as his knees begin quivering a little. Chaz shakes his head and puts up his other hand… Michaels begins to go for it when WHAM! Chaz delivers a hard kick to the champions gut making the crowd boo and CM relinquish his half test of strength to double over.
Fecca, "That’s exactly why the fans opposed the test of strength. So rarely does that ever actually become a legitimate test of strength."
Styles, "I think Hogan and Triple H in 2002 is the last time I can recall a test of strength actually working out."
Chaz draws back and WHAM! A hard forearm makes Michaels stagger back. WHAM! A second… WHAM! A Third… WHAM! A Fourth and Michaels is now in the corner. Chaz grabs Michaels by the wrists, pushes Michaels into the corner as deep as he can and then snaps out looking for an Irish whip but Michaels reverses sended Fury flying across. Michaels runs after Fury, Fury grabs the ropes as he arrives at the corner and throws himself up in the air as CM ducks under and puts on the breaks just before his chest would have collided with the corner as Fury lets go of the ropes and hits his feet… Um… Well… Kind of. As soon as Chaz hits his feet he crumbles to the mat grabbing his knee.
Fecca, "Michaels reverses… Fury evading contact with the corner… Michaels runs under, Fury… Wha? I uh… I guess maybe Fury landed awkwardly?"
Styles, "It looked like his knee gave way… he just dropped like a pile of bricks."
CM turns and looks down at Fury as the crowd’s cheering. CM delivers a hard stomp to Fury’s upper body that he hardly sells… A second hard stomp with a similar result before he finally turns around and yells, "COME ON MICHIGAN… MAKE SOME NOISE!"
The crowd erupts as Fecca says, "This crowd loves em some Christian Michaels."
Richards was down communicating with Fury but as Michaels hops down off the corner Richards starts seemingly admonishing Michaels for taunting… Seemingly. Anyway… Michaels nods and reaches down for Fury. He drops to a knee, his head very close to Fury’s as he begins slowly pulling himself and Fury up off the mat. It’s a process that takes way more time than usual and as Fury starts getting up he’s supporting all of his weight on right leg, hobbling. CM slowly guides Fury to the middle of the ring but suddenly Fury drives a hard right into Michaels bread basket…
Fecca, "The champion grabbing his adversary…Fury trying to fight back from whatever just happened there but ya can clearly see he’s heavily favoring that left leg."
Fury drives another hard right into Michaels bread basket making Michaels relinquish the grip on Fury’s head and making Michaels bend over. Fury grabs the front face lock, wincing in pain as he continues supporting himself on his right leg.
Styles, "Fury looks rough for wear for sure."
Fury grabs a fist full of Michaels tights, apparently thinking Edge-a-cutioner… But Michaels grabs Fury by the wrist and spins out, leaping into the air, reaching back and nailing an RKO out of no where drawing a huge cheer from the fans… Of course it’s very sloppy… Chaz lands on his Right knee and rolls to his back instead of just dropping flat on his chest and the timing of Chaz’s drop and Michaels drop are off but uh, hey, it is what it is. CM spins around and pins down the far wrist with a strong lateral press cover as Richards slides down ……………..One………….Two…………Three!
The bell sounds as Sabrina declares, "Here is your winner… CHRISTIAN MICHAELS!"
Champion in Me by Three Doors Down blasts over the PA as Richards raises Michaels arm as trainer Michael Raymond and referees Frank Mason, Willie Sharpe and Mitch Roberts all slide in to check on Chaz.
Fecca, "Well, this contest had really only just begun but if ya look back… Here it is…"
We see a still shot of Fury in the air with his hands on the corner ropes… The replay starts playing slowly as we’re watching Michaels going under and Fury slowly releasing the ropes and slowly heading back to the mat…
Fecca, "Watch right here as Fury’s feet start to hit the mat…"
Fury’s feet start landing and almost as soon as his left foot comes down we see his buckle sideways and his entire body start to head down for the mat.
Fecca, "It’s clear as we watch the slow motion replay that Fury’s knee either got twisted or simply gave out on him as he hit the mat."
Styles, "I don’t think we’re gonna be seeing him around for a while."
Fecca, "I don’t know. Certainly we hope it’s not as bad as it looks."
As the second replay goes off the screen we see Michaels with the microphone in the ring.
Michaels, "That’s ONE Down! Since PWT’s return all I’ve heard from everybody and their mother is that THEY wanta dance with the Champ! They wanta go toe to toe with champ from Mempho! They wanta prove that they’re not just worth their weight in gold, their worth their waist being covered with *MY* Gold! Scott Addams said it, Jessica spanked him so hard he took refuge under his bed side by side with his pride! (Crowd erupts)… Matt Matlock said it… Then he remembered this wasn’t PWT Shockwave for PS2, It’s the real deal and when ya exit the video game and step in the real world Matt Matlock knows he don’t wanta step to the Champ! Fury… Fury swore up and down that had it not been for Addams he’d head to Immortal Glory and dethrone me… Well Chaz, There’s your match with the champ, and there’s what happens EACH and EVERY Time somebody decides to step up. I STRIKE… THEM… Ta Hell DOWNNN!"
Crowd: CHRIS-TIAN! CHRIS-TIAN! CHRIS-TIAN! CHRIS-TIAN! CHRIS-TIAN! CHRIS-TIAN!
CM looks around like a wild dog, hearing his name being echoed over and over… CM runs to the ropes, leaps up so his right foot catches the middle rope and his left catches the bottom as his right arm keeps the belt in place on his shoulder and the mic in place at his lips as his left hand grabs the top rope…
CM, "YOU’RE DAMNED RIGHT!"
The crowd goes ballistic as Michaels just looks around, his chest pumpin with adrenaline. To the side the refs and the trainer have eased Fury out of the ring and with Mitch Roberts under one arm and Frank Mason under the other, he has his left leg bent slightly and is being more or less carried toward the back.
CM hops down and slowly paces the ring…
CM, "Two weeks from tonight I strike down the other guy who swears up and down the Fatal Four Way results were a fluke and he should be facing me for my title….. I face Phoenix Winterborn (Crowd cheers)… And, apparently *this* time there will be no disruption from Chaz Fury. Phoenix brother, You better make sure you’re head’s out of whatever’s going on in the Windy City minor leagues, and turn on the Orlando minor leagues to let old man river remind you to say your prayers… Drink your milk… And eat a whole lot of Flinstone Vitamins. Because that’s exactly what it’s gonna take for you to beat me two weeks from tonight… An act of God… Some seriously well answered prayers. Because unless God strikes me down in the middle of this ring in two weeks you WILL… NOT… BEAT ME!"
Crowd: CHRIS-TIAN! CHRIS-TIAN! CHRIS-TIAN! CHRIS-TIAN! CHRIS-TIAN! CHRIS-TIAN!
CM, "And that… That brings me to you Xavier Homicide."
The crowd erupts as there are a lot of Homicide fans in the ol’ Pee Dub.
CM nods, "Hey, that’s cool. Ya’ll like X?"
The crowd cheers.
CM, "Yeah… I Like X too. Truly, I do. But it does not change the fact that on March twenty first he is entering my domain… And upon arrival I am going to do things to him that he has never experienced before. I will bite, I will scratch and I will claw if I must BUT… I WILL Walk out of Immortal Glory as PWT’s HEAVYWEIGHT! CHAMPION! OF! THE! WORLLLLLLLLD!"
Michaels drops the mic as "Champion in Me" by Three Doors Down begins blasting again. The crowd going wild as CM darts up the corner ropes and raises his belt high into the air.
Fecca, "Christian Michaels as intense as perhaps we have ever seen him. Ladies and Gentlemen… Over the course of this broadcast we have had some great contests confirmed for two weeks from tonight… Let’s give ya the run down…"
As "Champion in Me" continues in the background a match graphic for Duke Andrews VS Whysper pops up drawing some extra cheers from a still erupting crowd.
Fecca, "As a result of what took place earlier tonight, Duke Andrews and Whysper will go one on one in a non title contest. Ya have to believe Whysper’s gonna be lookin for blood after that nasty chair shot in their tag team bout tonight."
Styles, "No doubt about it… I think Whysper and Duke have had about enough of both each other, Javen, and Kimberly Pain. That whole foursome is on the cusp of explosion if ya ask me."
Fecca, "I’m certainly inclined to agree… And speaking of Javen and Kimberly Pain…"
A match graphic for Javen and Kim Pain pops on the screen…
Fecca, "Javen and Kimberly pain go one on one as Kim Pain looks to prove that she deserves a shot at Duke Andrews and the PWT People’s title."
Styles, "Even though -as Javen kindly pointed out-, she really belongs with the Femme Fatales pillow fighting each other."
Fecca, "Are you out of your mind? I think she’s proved on a multitude of occasions that she can hang with anybody in this sport… Male or Female."
Styles, "Yeah, yeah, whatever."
A match Graphic for Stevenson/Walker comes up…
Fecca, "Moving forward… Chris Walker chased Frank Mason right on out of Drew Stevenson’s match. As a result, Drew Stevenson has laid down the challenge and Jonathan Brooks has made it official… Live two weeks from tonight the new comer Walker goes toe to toe with the Emerald Drew Stevenson."
Styles, "Stevenson coming off a fantastic match with Shadow as much as it pains me to give props to either of those guys… Never the less, Walker’s hungry and he’s gonna be lookin to have some Emerald Cereal for breakfast baby."
Fecca, "That’s a dish far more difficult to munch on than most."
Styles, "Heh… and speaking of things I’d like to munch on…"
The match graphic for the Evening Gown Melee photo op comes up.
Fecca, "……….. You’re unbelievable Eddie."
Styles, "Heh… Believe it baby, the hype is real!"
Fecca sighs, "In any event, the lovely Femme Fatales will be in the house for an official Immortal Glory Evening Gown Melee Photo op. It’s certainly always a pleasure to see our exquisite Femme Fatales."
Styles, "Them chickities are Hot as Hell, no doubt about it. Even our man fightin Femme Fatales like Jessica Jones are hot!"
The match graphic for JJ VS Xavier Homicide comes up.
Fecca, "Yes they are… Jessica Jones will meet Xavier Homicide live two weeks from tonight as a result of a stipulation allowing Christian Michaels to select Xavier’s final opponent before Immortal Glory. What a selection he has made… Xavier Homicide has NEVER defeated Jessica Jones. They’ve met on several occasions, the closest Xavier has come was a draw in their last singles encounter in the ICWA. Can Xavier yank the thorn from his side and show the world that he’s as ready as he’s ever been for Christian Michaels or will Jessica Jones send a shot through the world and let everybody knows she’s ready to break through the main event?"
Styles, "Ya can’t argue the statistics… I gotta go with Jessica Jones."
Fecca, "The statistics do lean in her favor but, I truly believe that Xavier Homicide’s time is now. He’s as on the ball as I’ve ever seen him and I believe he’s gonna prove it two weeks from tonight."
Styles, "Either way, you can bet Christian Michaels is gonna be paying close attention."
Fecca, "I’m sure he will.. As I’m sure Xavier will pay attention when…"
The match graphic changes to show CM VS Winterborn.
Fecca continues, "Christian Michaels goes one on one with Phoenix Winterborn in a non title contest."
Styles, "Yeah, and then after that… I hear… I hear he’s gonna be on the Wetdown!"
A new graphic shows CM standing behind Leaky Format and advertises the Wetdown.
Fecca, "That’s right! We saw tonight how crazy things can get on the Wetdown when Jimmy Stryker was his guest tonight… What’s gonna happen when he lays host to the WORLD’S champion in two weeks?!"
Finally the graphics fade and we see Michaels out on the floor slappin hands with the fans… Champion in Me apparently on a loop in the back. As our cameras refocus on Michaels he turns and leans back extending his arms as the fans climb on top of each other to hug the champ and be in the image with the champ.
Fecca, "Well folks… For Professional Wrestling Today, I’m Bobby Fecca, He’s Eddie Styles… Join us again on March Sixth… Good Fight… Good Night."
The copyright info comes up as we fade on Michaels being worshipped by his people.