The scene pans out and there's...... JAVEN?! Indeed, But no Plague, No Regret, and no crazed look. He's standing there in a pair of baggy jeans a Memphis basketball jersey and a match bandana in his hair.

Javen, "I saw what she did to You guys a couple weeks ago... I've had my battles with you and Taylor and for her to just come in and wipe both of ya out, Not to mention David even though she thought he was retired at the time... I don't know bro, I just kinda think you should think this through. You always get in the most trouble when ya jump the gun and let your balls and your heart think for ya instead of your brain."

CM, "With all do respect Simon, I'm not sure why you'd be lecturing me about thinking with my fortitude instead of my head..."

Javen shrugs, "I don't know... Maybe tweaking my neck on an Untelevised event and realizing my entire career could have been over if I'd of hit the mat an eighth of an inch differently made me wake up a little bit. We're getting older bro, We're not teenagers looking to make our marks and build a name anymore. We've made our marks, we have names... Hell, You might have the biggest name in the sport right now. I'm not saying we shouldn't still bust our asses everytime we hit the ring, I'm just saying we should think stuff like this through."

CM, "I appreciate your concern but I've thought this through... Now if you'll excuse me, I have to finish getting ready. There's a psychotic bitch out there who won't take her Prozac, so I'm gonna go ahead and kindly Whap it down her throat."

CM turns around and dips down into his gear bag as Javen shakes his head...

Javen, "Alright brother... Just be careful. I've got a bad feeling about this whole thing. I just don't think this is gonna be another Christian Michaels "You say you're gonna beat me, Everyone says that, now I'm gonna prove ya wrong" special."

CM replies without turning around, "Then you're getting just as crazy as every other jabroni that comes through and says they're gonna end me and my title reign."

Javen sighs, "I hope you're right Chris... Really... I do."

Javen walks out of the lockeroom as CM stands up and turns back around... His arrogant demeanor fades as he too sighs now. He begins feeling at the bandage on his forehead as he walks over toward a mirror in the lockeroom. He stops feeling at the bandage and just looks at it... Looks at himself............. Finally he reaches out, yanks the mirror off the wall and chucks it against another wall making it shatter. His chest pumping up and down as we head to the ring.

Fecca, "You don't think that Michaels is having second thoughts do you?"
Busch, "Christian Michaels is the best fighting champion I've ever known. If he's having a second thought it's about his ring wardrobe or trying out a new theme song, I guarantee ya it ain't about whether or not he wants to get in the ring and defend his championship."

As cameras went to ringside for the next match, Sabrina was standing in the middle of the ring as she lifted the microphone to speak.

Sabrina, "The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the PWT Femme Fatale Championship!"

The fans give a huge pop just before "Hope" by Sevendust blares over the PA System as Hope comes out to stand on the top of the entrance ramp.

Sabrina, "Making her way to the ring first, from Miami Florida, the #1 Contender...Hope Rivers!"

Fecca, "On our last show, Hope defeated Mika Tanaka in the contendership match. So now here she is ready to go against the champion."

Styles, "For as good as Hope looks..I don't think she is going to be able to topple Teresa Ramos."

Busch, "Well Eddie, this isn't about looks, and if Hope is anything like Faith was over in ICWA, I think Teresa is going to have her hands full tonight."

Hope has a smile on her face as she makes her way down the aisle and up onto the ring apron. She then steps between the ropes and walks to the center of the ring. As Hope raises her arms up above her head, a single blast of fireworks comes from each of the corners. Hope begins to taunt the crowd, which continues cheering, as she waits on the Championess.

Fecca, "Hope really getting the crowd worked up!"

Just as Hope's music fades and is replaced with "Smooth" by Rob Thomas, Styles adds in, "Well I'm about to get worked up over our Championess. Goddamn...she's HOT!"

The arena fills with boos as Teresa comes out onto the entrance ramp in her wrestling attire with the Femme Fatale Championess around her waist, as she struts about. A triumphant smile appears on her face as she walks down the middle of the rampway.

Sabrina, "And her opponent, on her way to the ring from El Paso Texas, she is the Femme Fatale Championess...Teresa Ramos."

Fecca, "Teresa looking as confident as ever as she makes her way to ring."

Styles, "And why shouldn't she be? When she already has a victory over Miss Rivers."

Busch, "As much as I hate to agree with him...he has a point."

Fecca, "I guess."

Teresa walked across the ring apron, scraping her feet on it in an arrogant way before slipping one of her long legs through into the ring below the top rope,  blowing a mocking kiss into the camera before entering the ring completely. Teresa walks into the center of the ring, posing again as camera flashes go off before she unfastens her title from her waist and hands it to the referee for this contest, Frank Mason. As Frank raised it up into the air, Busch can be heard saying, "That's what it's all about right there."

Hope points up to the title and then motions to her waist while looking over at Teresa, who simply shakes her head and mouths the word "Mine.".

Once Mason gave the title to the time keeper and signals for the bell, Hope and Teresa begin to circle each other. Once they step in toward each other, they both lock up in a collar and elbow tie up.

Busch, "And so the battle for control begins."

The two women struggle back and forth a bit before Hope gets Teresa in a headlock. Hope applies more pressure which has Teresa going down to a knee, but as she pushes her way back up, Teresa pushes her off into the ropes. As Hope comes off of them, Teresa puts her head down for a backbody drop, but as Hope went over her back she reversed it into a sunset flip. As Teresa's shoulders hit the mat, there is a cheer from the crowd, while Mason gets down to make the count.

Fecca, "Near fall by Hope."

Styles, "That Teresa kicks right out of."

Mason doesn't even get a one count before both women are scrambling back up to their feet. Hope comes right at Teresa with a clothesline, but Teresa ducks underneath. Once Hope turns back around, Teresa is coming off the ropes with a front dropkick to her face, which sends Hope down to the mat. Hope is up on one knee and holding her face as Teresa comes over and yanks her the rest of the way up by the hair. She then steered Hope into a corner and bashed her head off the top turnbuckle a few times before finally releasing her grip on Hope. As Hope turns and stumbles back towards the middle of the ring, Teresa picks her up into a fireman's carry before tossing her off  only to kick her in the head. There is a sickening thud that echoes throughout the arena as foot met skull.

Crowd, "OOOOOOO."

Busch, "Ouch!! That kick was brutal. The Championess almost took the contender's head off."

Styles, "I know. How great, huh?"

Fecca, "I dont know about that...but Teresa seems pretty pleased with herself."

 There is a smirk upon Teresa's face and the crowd boos her as she smugly drops down to make a cover. She doesn't bother to hook the leg and has a bit of a surprised look on her face when Hope kicked out just after the two.

Busch, "Teresa could have picked up the win right there...that could come back to haunt her."

Teresa shhok it off quickly as she got to her feet. She ran into the ropes and flipped over with a lionsault, but before she could connect Hope brought her knees up. As Teresa landed on them, she held her midsection as she rolled around the ring some.

Fecca, "Hope just bought herself a bit of time."

The ref was up to a five count before either woman started to move. As the two of them got back up to a vertical base, Teresa came charging at Hope, who drops down and trips Teresa up in a drop toe hold. As Teresa's face smashes of the mat, cheers come from the crowd.

Busch, "Hope getting a little payback from before."

As Teresa staggers to her feet a moment later, Hope grabs her by the arm and irish whips her into the corner. As Teresa hit the turnbuckles with authority, Hope followed her in with a handspring elbow. As Hope connected and Teresa came stumbling forward out of the corner, Hope plants her to the mat with a running handed bulldog. Hope then kicks Teresa onto her back. A smile comes over Hope's face as she looks down at the seemingly lifeless Teresa.

Fecca, "It looks like the challenger is thinking the end is near."

Hope quickly goes into the corner and gets up on the second turnbuckle.

Busch, "It looks like we're about to see the 'Giver Of Hope'."

Styles, "C'mon Teresa...MOVE..."

As she goes to deliver the split legged moonsault, Teresa rolls out of the way to safety.

Styles, "YEESSSSS!"

Teresa is up first so that when Hope gets to her feet, Teresa runs into the ropes and comes off them but Hope puts her head down. Whatever Teresa originally planned we do not know, but she now goes over Hope's back for a sunset flip. However before Hope can fall back, she drops straight down onto Teresa's shoulders. Hope hooks Teresa's legs and leans all of her weight forward as Mason gets down and makes a the count. 1...2...3.

Just as Mason slapped the mat for a third time, Styles was heard saying, "NOOOOOOO!"

Fans are on their feet cheering loudly as Hope rolls to the outside. "Hope" by Sevendust blares out as Mason comes over and hands the Femme Fatale Championship to Hope.

Busch, "Teresa went for the same pinning attempt Hope did at the start of the match and it didn't pay off!"

Sabrina, "The winner of the match..and NEW PWT Femme Fatale Championess..HOOOPE RIIIIIVVVVERRSSSS!!!"

Fecca, "Well it's official. A new Championess is crowned here tonight in Ohio! But I'm sure this is far from over between these two."

Styles, "You can count on that."

Teresa scrambles to her feet and kicks the bottom rope in frustration as Mason raises Hope's arm in victory as she holds the title high in the air. Teresa is yelling up the ramp at Hope, but she is too wrapped up in her celebrating with the fans to notice.

With that we head to the back where we once again find Glenn Matthews standing by with the microphone, This time in a much darker part of the arena. There's one light bulb flickering from the ceiling and it appears to be very cold, Maybe like a Boiler room or something.

Matthews (with intimidation in his voice), "We... Well folks... I'm standing by right now with the challenger for the World Heavyweight title... One Miss Taylor Lynn."

The camera pans out a little and we see Taylor standing there in her tight leather pants, her little black T Shirt showing off her flat stomach and her firm but still feminine biceps as her hair flows over her shoulders and her lips coil into a little smirk.

Taylor, "What's the matter Glenn... You act a little... skittish."

Glenn, "Uh... I'm fine. Anyway... You're moments away from the biggest match in your career as you make your Professional Wrestling Today debut against Christian Michaels for the World's Heavyweight Championship..."

Taylor grins, "Yeah... Pretty sweet huh?"

Glenn, "Well I'd certainly imagine so..."

Taylor nods, "Yeah, It is. Two weeks ago I came to PWT and sent a message that even Stevie Wonder wouldn't need in brail to read. Obviously it worked as I'm standing here "moments away" from becoming World heavyweight champion. Tonight I'm gonna send another message, but this message won't just shake lil Chrissy poo... It'll shake the very foundation of our sport as I become PWT's World's Heavyweight Champion."

Glenn, "Wi... With all due respect, Those are some big words that a lot of people have said, but none -thus far- have backed up."

Taylor pouts a little as she says, "Glenn... Do I really strike you as being like "a lot of people..."

Glenn, ".........."

Taylor grabs him by the throat and presses him against the wall, making the two barely visible since they're not directly under the one functioning light. Taylor gets real close to his ear and hisses, "Well... Do I?"

Glenn squeezes out the words, "No... No you don't."

She smiles, "Very good... I don't think Mister Michaels will believe I am either."

She squeezes Glenn's cheeks and then gives him a lite pat on the cheek before she walks off, leaving Glenn to determine how fast he can get in his car and get to Wally World to buy a new pair of pants without anyone noticing.

Busch, "Good lord... This a totally different opponent than I think Christian Michaels has ever had... I hope he's ready. When we come back, Michaels... Lynn.. World Title!"