. Matt Matlock steps out onto the stage, dressed to fight as always.

He takes a minute to look over the crowd before walking down the ramp towards the ring. Partway down he stops, head down and arms out to the sides as pyro shoots off down the sides of the ramp.

He looks up with a cocky grin towards the crowd, as he finally enters the ring.

Heading for one of the far turnbuckles he raises his arms in the air as HBK-styled pyrotechnics go off, and immediately stop as he lowers his arms. He then gets down and prepares for the upcoming match.

"NJ Legion Iced Tea" by A Day to Remember starts playing over the PA System. The arean is immediately overcome with deafening cheers from the fans. 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. The Damien Collins of a few weeks ago would've taken some pictures. But not this time folks. DC marches up the steps and ducks into the ring. He ascends a turnbuckle and strikes a pose, keeping a watchful eye on Matlock. Finally he hops down and gets ready for the match to begin.

Sabrina exits the ring and Mitch Roberts, ref for this match, calls for the bell. It rings and we're underway here. Matlock and Collins step out to the center of the ring. There they meet and begin talking a lil trash to one naother. Matlock chuckles and then slaps DC right across the jaw!

Collins rubs his jaw as Matlock kind of laughs. DC nods and in a flash goes for the DC Drop. This time though Matlock falls back to his ass and rolls under the bottom rope. He's standing outside the ring with a wide-eyed look.

Damien walks over and sits on the middle rope inviting Matlock back into the ring. Ole Matlock though isn't interested in taking that invitation. He walks around to the ring steps and slowly makes his way up onto the apron. Matlock is about to duck back into the ring but here comes DC. He quickly hops downa nd points at Collins, demanding that Roberts back him up.

A valid point that most would certainly agree with. However though Roberts does his joba nd he forces Collins back. Matlock grabs the middle rope and pulls himself onto the apron on his knees. Suddenly DC blows past Roberts, reaching over the top rope for Matlock. However once again Matlock has jumped off the apron. This time though he grabs DC's ankles and jerks his feet from under him. Collins is then pulled to the outside. Matlock swings with a big right hand. Blocked! Damien threw up his left arm to block it. He fires off with a right of his own staggering Matlock back. Then another and another folks! Matlock is backed up to the ringside barricade. DC looks for a clothesline but Matt ducks under and behind. Collins own momentum forces him to spin all the way around. Matlock with a boot to the mid-section doubles DC over. He takes DC by the back of the head and sends him face first into the ring apron! Matlock then rolls Collins into the ring.

DC rolls to his hands and knees as Matlock slides into the ring. The 6x time Backyard champion gets to his feet and falls back against the ropes. He uses the extra momentum springing forwards to kick Collins in the ribs. DC flips over to his back and rolls onto his left side. He reaches under himself clutching his ribs. Matlock come sover and grabs DC's right arm, pulling away from his ribs. He hold's DC's wrist and drops down to his left knee jamming his right into DC's right side! Again and again Matlock drops the knee to DC's ribs.

Matlock keeps his hold on Collins' right wrist and pulls him to his feet. The Backyard champ wraps his left arm around DC's necks putting him in a ddt position. However instead of a ddt he starts delivering some devastating knees to the chest and sternum. Finally Matlock hooks DC's right arm aorund his neck(Matlock's) and delivers a vertical suplex. Collins hits the mat and right away clutches both his sides, rolling to his knees. He kicks his feet against the mat. Matlock pulls DC up and delivers a fireman's carry. Again DC hits the mat back first and it rattles his ribs. He clutches and tries ta get back up. Matlock is there to shove DC back into a corner. His back an ribs jarred as he hits the corner. In comes Matlock with a big splash just making it worse.

No response from Bobby Fecca as Matlock is now ramming his hip into DC's mid-section. Damien is trying to suck down some air when Matlock grabs him by the back of the head and delivers a big forearm shot. DC's head snaps back and then Matlock continues the work on the ribs. He's thrusting his hsoulder into Collins' stomach.

With the much loved Collins weezing and gasping for breath Matlock is feeling pretty confident.He slaps DC across the jaw and heads across the ring into the opposite corner. Matt yells out at the fans that he's about to end Collins. Of course that's an unpopular statement to these fans. He's booed but wave sthem off. Matlock charges across the ring and leaps into the air. Looks like a Stinger splash is in the cards for DC. NO! As Matlock soars DC grabs the top rope to his right and pulls himself out of the corner just in time! Matt eats turnbuckle and staggers back out of the corner. His eyes shoot open wide as he sees DC jump into the air.

Hitting the mat jars DC's hurt ribs and he's slow getting up. Matlock on the other hand flies back up. He looks to put DC down for good with a gut-wrench powerbomb. Collins not having it though! He hooks a leg around one of Matlock's blocking the lift. This buys DC enough time to where he's able to slip around behind Matlock and takes a waistlock. The Backyard champ tries ta pry DC's hands apart to no avail. Damien pops his hips and delivers a big German suplex!

The crowd is coming alive now as DC holds onto teh waistlock. He slowly gets back to his feet bringing along Matlock. Collins takes a deep breath before delivering a second german suplex. Our fans get louder as DC gets back to his feet again. And again Matlock is coming along for the ride.

DC tries ta nail the third German suplex. Not gonna happen though. Matlock came up too close to the ropes and he wraps his arms under and around the top rope. DC tries ta pull him off but Matlock has adeath grip on the rope. Damien stays focused though and starts clubbing Matlock between the shoulders. He finally forces Matlock ta give up the deathgrip on the rope. However Matlock turned right around to catch DC by surprise. Collins ready though, wraps his arms around Matlock and delivers a belly to belly suplex! Both men down briefly before matlock gets up slowly. DC is even slower and Matlock is there to push him against the ropes. Matt with a couple stinging chops before whipping DC across the ring.

Indeed the fan favorite Collins leapfrogged over Matlock. But the jarring of landing on his feet hurt those injured ribs. Matlock wastes no time in jumping on DC's back, taking a sleeper hold on him. Damien wobbles a moment before dropping down to a knee. Matlock stands over him applying more pressure and forcing DC to support his weight too. Finally he wraps his legs around DC's waist applying a body-scissors to the sleeper.

You can see teh fight fade out of Collins as his arms flail less and less now. When he finally stops completely Matlock demands that Roberts check DC. Mitch comes over and kneels down. He grabs Damien's right wrist and raises his arm up. It falls down and Mitch calls out: ONE! A second time Mitch raises DC's arm and it falls limply to the mat. The call is: TWO! The fans begin stomping their feet on the floor getting a rumbling through teh arena as Roberts raises Damien's arm a third time. He lets go and the arm falls halfway and then suddenly stops! The crowd erupts with cheers.

Matlock begins to agressively apply pressure to the sleeper as DC begins to shake his arm to draw in more support.

Crowd: DEE-SEE! DEE-SEE! DEE-SEE!

Collins manages to roll over onto his hands and knees somehow. Matlock's eyes are getting wider as Damien slowly starts pushing up to his feet. Even the fans are amazed as DC stands up with about two hundred and eighty pounds on his back. Then he throws himself back flattening Matlock! Both holds, sleeper and body-scissors, are broken.

DC stayed atop Matlock after throwing himself back. Matlock's shoulders are down and Collins are covering him. Mitch slides down and slaps the mat for the ONE..........TW-NO! Not quite a full two as Matlock shoots a shoulder off the mat. DC and Matlock rolls to different directions. Damien is using the ropes to get to his feet as Matlock gets up in the center of the ring.

Matlock storms over and grabs DC by the hsoulder. He spins him around from teh ropes and its a bad decision. When Matlock spins DC around Collins jumps up and hooks his arm around Matlock's neck. Damien drops down bringing Matta long for the "DC Drop"(RKO).

Doesn't look too likely though folks. Matlock is face down and twitching a bit as DC is on his side holding his ribs. Seeing that neither is close to getting up Roberts has no choice. he starts the double countout which is none-too-popular here.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

Finally there's movement in the ring. DC and Matlock are getting to their feet.

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

They're both up and DC meets Matlock with a stinging chop. A seocnd chop to Matlock's chest makes him turn all the way around 360 degrees. When he comes back he rakes DC's eyes. He pushes DC to the ropes and then whips him across the ring. DC comes back ducking a clothesline and hits the ropes. Matlock whips around and takes a clothesline from DC. Matt pops up and takes a second clothesline. He pops up againd and charges DC. This time Matlock is nailed with a spinebuster!

Damien now is stalking as Matlock gets to his feet slowly. Finally he's up and DC D-NO! Matlock shoves Collins off and he collides with referee Mitch Roberts.

Mitch goes down in a heap as DC holds his side. He knows he can'tw orry much about Roberts and turns back to Matlock. Unfortunately for DC an his legions of fans this was all the time Matlock needed. He plants his foot right into Damien'c crotchal region. Every other male in the arena gasps an groans as DC is doubled right over. Matlock hooks DC in a double underhook and leaps up to nail a leaping double underhook ddt!

The fans boo as matlock rolls DC over and hooks a leg. Roberts comes to just enough ta crawl over and make the count. ONE!.............TWO!.................THREE!!! DC shoots the hsoulder off the mat a hair too late! Matlock's theme hits on the speakers as Sabrina makes teh announcement.

The title is handed into Matlock who holds it high over his head. DC has rolled out of the ring to a knee. Mitch Roberts is over checking on him. Suddenly the fans start buzzing and Matlock whips around. Pheonix Winterborn has slid into teh ring and charges Matlock. The champ swings with his title belt but Phoenix ducks down and hits the ropes. Matlock spins around and gets hit with a jumping clothesline. He pops back up and Pheonix hits another! Then a third jumping clothesline!

Winterborn rolls Matlock over to position near a corner. He jumps up to the top turnbuckle muchlike RVD. The backyard champ senses a moonsault coming and rolls out of the ring. Phoenix backflips into teh ring and notices something left behind. He picks up Matlock's champion and checks himself out in it.

Matlock: Gimme my title dammit!

Phoenix lays it down and invites Matlock to come get it. But once he sees that isn't going to happen he kick sthe title over towards the ropes. Matlock grabs it and backs up the ramp staring Winterborn down.

When we return from commercial we can hear "Crown Royal" Playing as Leaky Format’s in the middle of the ring… A Ring that’s been altered into the set of The Wetdown.

Leaky, "A Yes Yes Ya’ll… Once Again, Live and in Color… It’s the Wetdown with the One and Only Leaktastic King of Leaktacy… The Greatest TV Personality in history… Leaky Format! Thank you, Thank you…"

Leaky waves like he’s being cheered wildly, of course the people are actually booing but that’s neither here nor there I suppose.

Leaky, "Now… Tonight’s a very special night for the Wetdown so I’m gonna jump right into things… Ladies and Gentlemen… Welcome the man who’s greatest accomplishment in life is having the business savy to hire your’s truly… Oh yes-yes, A brilliant man indeed… PWT President… Lil Jon… BROOKS!"

"Just A Swingin’" By John Anderson begins blasting over the PA as the curtain moves to the side and Jonathan Brooks steps out in a black suit and a white dress shirt.

Busch, "Lil Jon… Brooks?"
Styles, "JEAAAAAAA! WOOOOOOOKAY! WHHHHHHHHAT?!"
Fecca, "………"
Busch, "What the Hell’s his malfunction?"
Styles, "What? It’s Lil John…"
Busch, "Lil who?"
Styles, "Lil John… The Rapper…"
Busch, "The only wrapper I’m familiar with is the one I tear off my Butterfinger."
Fecca laughs, "I’m familiar with Lil John but it doesn’t make Styles breaking into his routine any less absurd."

Brooks rounds the corner, shaking the occasional hand before he heads up the steps and enters the ring. The music begins to fade as a ringside crew member hands Brooks up a microphone.

Leaky, "Welcome to the Wetdown President Brooks…"

Brooks, "Thank you Leaky, It’s a pleasure to be here."

Leaky, "Yeah, Yeah, great… Now, the wrestling world has been full of anticipation about your announcement here tonight… But your insider source the Leakster… I already know why you’re here."

Brooks, "You do?"

Leaky, "Oh yeah baby… See, the word is you need to make an announcement about a championship…"

Brooks nods, "That is true."

Leaky continues, "So, obviously you’re here to do what you should have done the minute I walked through the stinkin’ door…"

Brooks, "I’m sorry Mister Format, You’ll have to enlighten me on exactly what it is you’re referring to…"

Leaky, "Crowd me as PWT’s… World… Heavyweight… Champion!"

The crowd boos as Brooks stands there, almost as if to contemplate that recommendation.

Brooks, "I’m gonna not do that but, I’ll tell ya what… You let me make this announcement without disruption and I’ll give you a title match right here on Shockwave May first… How’s that sound?"

Leaky looks taken back…

Leaky, "Well Hell yeah… Take the floor Lil Jon, it’s all yours."

Brooks nods as Leaky actually hops out of the ring and takes his leave to emphisis just how little of a disruption he’s planning to be to Brooks.

Fecca, "How about that guys? Leaky Format to compete for the championship live on Shockwave may first!"
Busch, "That’s a Hell of an opportunity given to Leaky Format by PWT’s President Jonathan Brooks."

Brooks, "Now… I do in fact have a big announcement to make… Now, we saw at Immortal Glory that the PWT Backyard championship made an unexpected return… However… David Van Dam… (Crowd cheers)… Taylor McCallister (Mixed reaction)… Georgia James (Crowd cheers)… And Christian Michaels (Mixed Reaction)… What do they all have in common? They were all great world champions but, even beyond that… they were all at one point or another, PWT Tag Team Champions."

Fecca, "That’s true… Another interesting fact, Both Michaels and Van Dam shared the tag team titles with WallStreet in 2005... Kind of an interesting fact when you think about our main event tonight."

Brooks, "So, it brings me great pleasure to announce that the PWT Tag Team championships WILL be reinstated effective immediately!"

The crowd cheers as Brooks continues, "Now, I haven’t exactly determined how we’ll be bringing those belts back… PWT isn’t overwhelmed with tag teams at the moment but, I’m thinking…"

Suddenly Forever Dead by Sevendust begins blasting over the PA as the lights begin flashing…

Busch, "Not too sure what’s going on here but PWT President Jonathan Brooks has just made a huge announcement… The PWT Tag Team titles resurfacing and…"

The curtain suddenly flies toward the middle from either side and out from behind it steps a large body builder lookin dude on the right and on the left…

Fecca, "Wait… Not to interupt you Burt but that’s… That’s Scott Addams!"
Busch, "Scott Addams? I haven’t seen him around in months."
Fecca, "That’s because he hasn’t been around in months. Last I’d heard his contract ran out… He must have negotiated a new one."
Busch, "That’d explain Scott Addams but what about the Terminator standing beside him?"

Addams and "The Terminator" begin heading down the ramp, both guys in blue jeans, Addams in a new "Greatness Comes From Within" T Shirt that has a cool design on it and the body builder’s rockin a tightly fitting black "Gold’s Gym" tank top and a black fitted "Gold’s Gym" ball cap turned backwards.

Busch, "Scott Addams a former ICWA Cyber Television Champion and simply an excellent competitor… He’s had some fantastic bouts with the likes of Zarek Lyle, The Sweet Lunatic, King Slender, Jessica Jones, Xavier Homicide and Phoenix Winterborn in addition to others of course."
Fecca, "No doubt… And this other guy doesn’t look like any slouch."
Busch, "That he doesn’t Bobby… That he doesn’t."

Addams and "The Terminator" step up onto the ring on opposite sides of the corner post. The big man steps between the ropes as Addams jumps over the ropes. The music begins to fade as a crew member hands Addams up a microphone.

Brooks, "Scott Addams… It’s a pleasure to see ya back around."

Addams, "It’s a pleasure to be back… Ya know Jon… Sometimes a guy has to sink as low a she can go to find his way back up to the top for a fresh perspective. Now I don’t know if you remember or not but before I left PWT a few months ago, my success ratio was a little something to be desired. I got eliminated early in the Fatal Fourway that led to that incredible match at Immortal Glory between Xavier Homicide and Christian Michaels… I got defeated by Jessica Jones, who is obviously an excellent performer if she’s still PWT’s Titanium Champion but, still, it was less than ceremonious… It was right around then that I looked myself in the mirror and I said "Scotty boy… All this talk of being "Greatness Incarnate"… Maybe you need to slow your roll, take some time, and see if you can’t go figure out exactly what that means." So I did… I left to go soul searching and frankly Jon… I wasn’t sure if I was ever gonna come back."

The crowd boos as Addams looks around and nods, suggesting that he really wasn’t too sure about coming back.

Brooks, "Well it would certainly appear that you’ve managed o steer away from the exit path…"

Addams nods, "Yeah… Because somewhere in all that searching I finally found myself… And I realized that Greatness Incarnate is more than a catchy slogan to put on a T Shirt… It’s a way of life. Greatness… Jonathan Brooks… Comes from Within and the fact of the matter is, I wasn’t feeling to great inside and therefore the whole "Greatness Incarnate" deal really became a hollowed out shell that I wore very loosely in an effort to keep anyone else from seeing my own issues and, admittedly, to go ahead and sell a few T Shirts."

Brooks nods, a serious look on his face as he hears the young wrestler out…

Addams, "But now… Now I’m ready… I’ve been ready. I let myself go for a little while but once I found myself I knew I needed to get back on the ball. I hit the gym with the kind of fury that I’d never hit it before. I didn’t know how I’d return or when I’d return but I knew it had to happen… I knew I had to come back. I was at the gym so much that I probably should have put in a change of address form and started getting my mail sent straight to the Gold’s Gym… And as I was working my ass off to come back, I noticed there was one other guy there… One other guy who rain or shine, showed up and pushed himself in a way that -quite honestly- inspired me… As I watched him pump iron for hours only to turn around and work on his cardio for an hour after that… He made me want to work harder to try and keep up. I saw the heart and the dedication this man had and I simply couldn’t help but think ‘Man, what a contribution he could make to the sport of kings… The sport of Professional Wrestling.’ (Crowd cheers)… And that… That’s how I came across Apollo Arroyo over here."

Addams pats Arroyo on the chest a couple of times as Arroyo nods.

Addams, "So, Arroyo got himself trained, got himself mentored by one of the best guys I’ve ever worked with out of the N-Y-C and now… Now he and I have just been waiting for the right time to make our move… That time appears to be now because Brooks, There’s nobody… And I mean nobody who’ll work harder or perform better in this ring night after night to represent PWT’s Tag Team division like Apollo and I… I know that tag team wrestling’s gotten a bad stigma over the years but Apollo and I… A-A… We’re here to support and rehabilitate the reputation of professional Tag Team wrestling."

Brooks nods, "Well then… I can’t lye to you boys, I’m genuinely impressed not only at the turn around I’m seeing in you Mister Addams but, in the presentation you’ve made here tonight on your tag team’s behalf. I do need a tag team to center the division around…Well, Hell, Why not… Why don’t we…"

Before he can say anymore "Right Now" by Korn begins blasting over the PA Drawing huge boos from the crowd.

Busch, "Oh… What the Hell does this guy want now?"

The curtain moves and to even more boos steps Jimmy Stryker in a pair of black Levi’s and a sleeveless blue denim looking cotton button up.

Fecca, "Jimmy Stryker seemingly beeming with pride after his Last Legends Standing match at Immortal Glory…"
Busch, "Yeah, a match that very well may have ended Kevin Kasey’s career! And this guy’s proud? He oughta be damn ashamed of himself after his actions over the past couple of months… Of course I’m sure he’s not ashamed in the least because quite frankly, I don’t believe that Jimmy Stryker has any shame… Nor do I believe he has a damn ounce of the respect he preaches so much about."
Styles, "Damn yo, tell us how ya really feel. Were you this pissed when they took Old Yeller out to get shot or is it just this particular old dog being put down that gets you all moody?"
Busch, "Old Dog? You classless son of a bitch… How about a little respect for one of t he guys who’s damn BLOOD built the Industry that allows you to put food on your DAMN Table! Huh? How about that!"
Styles, "Alright, damn… I dig Kasey as much as anybody else… All I’m saying is that nobody can go forever and sometimes when you’re as proud a guy as Kevin Kasey is, you need a little nudge when it comes time to hang em up."
Busch, "Well when I think it’s time for you to "hang em up" at the broadcast table, I’ll make sure to "nudge" you the same way Stryker "nudged" Kasey. How’s that sound?"
Styles, "Damn dude, You get fired up easier then Fecca does…"
Fecca, "What’cha tryin to say Eddie?"
Styles, "Ah Hell… Forget it… Pretend I’m not here. Who’s bright idea was it to stick both of you out here anyway? Whoever it is must have a serious hate on for me… I’m sorry if I took the last Dr. Pepper from catering, I didn’t know! Spare me and I’ll buy ya a whole damn case!"

By now Stryker’s reached the half way mark on the ramp… Evidently a point he’s satisfied with as the music fades and we see he’s got a microphone in hand.

Stryker, "Firstly, I’d like to say that Rock-N-Roll DOES die… I know… At Immortal Glory, *I* Killed it."

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Stryker smirks, "Secondly, This is exactly the kinda crap I’ve been talking about. Apollo Creed here has been in the door thirty seconds and you people are about to hand him a belt… Scott Addams… He’s so Flakey he should be wearing a Tony the Tiger T Shirt instead of whatever Greatness bulls**t he’s preaching this week and yet here you are about to hand him a belt too. And we wonder why these young pricks have it in their mind that their s**t don’t stink. It’s because fat blowhards like you "Mister Brooks" are going around feeding their ego with free passes and given em every reason to buy their own hype. Well I got news for ya… I killed "The Rockstar" and the way I see it, Ending a thirty five year career rates a Hell of a lot higher then getting your ass whipped by Jessica Jones, getting fat, realizing you’re broke and hitting a gym so you can come back to work. So why don’t you do the right thing for once in your otherwise useless reign as president of this company and hand me the Tag Team championship I so rightfully deserve."

Crowd" JIM-MY SUCKS! JIM-MY SUCKS! JIM-MY SUCKS! JIM-MY SUCKS! JIM-MY SUCKS! JIM-MY SUCKS! JIM-MY SUCKS!

Brooks, "Not that you’ve exactly persuaded me to wanta do anything but perhaps orally excrete the cheeseburger I had for lunch, but, you don’t even have a tag partner Jimmy."

Stryker, "Don’t you worry about all of that, I’ve got that plenty taken care of."

Brooks can’t help but scoff a little as he says, "Really? I find it hard to believe after what you did to R.S. Kevin Kasey that there’s anybody in that lockeroom vile enough… disgusting enough… And immoral enough to be willing to associate themselves with you in anyway, let alone to become your tag team partner… I just don’t believe it…"

Stryker, "No?"

Brooks, "No."

Stryker shrugs, "Ask Addams, He’ll tell ya…"

Addams raises an eyebrow, "What the Hell do you mean by tha…"

CRAAAAAAAAAACK! A Steel chair wraps Addams across the back of the shoulders making him drop down to the mat holding his neck as the crowd’s booing loudly.

Busch, "What in the Hell?!"
Fecca, "Oh God It’s…"
Styles, "NOVA!"

That’s right folks, believe it or not…… Brooks quickly retreats as Apollo turns and darts over, catching Nova from the side with a big Steiner line. Nova hit’s the mat but before Apollo can go any further with things he finds a thick chain around his throat yanking him back… As strong as Apollo may be, no air’s no air and having a chain wrapped around your throat tends to back ya up regardless of size.

Busch, "I can’t believe this! NovaCaine and Jimmy Stryker are partners?!"
Fecca, "What’s so hard to believe? Birds of a feather flock together… Regardless how slimey, dirty, and despicable those feathers are."
Busch, "Well you’re certainly right about that but… Damn it all! Addams was on the cusp of a Hell of a return, he’d given us a great introduction to Apollo Arroyo and now it’s all being ruined by these… these… thugs!"

Apollo is desperately trying to grasp at the chain as Jimmy tugs on it… Finally he gets a firm grip and begins bending down… Stryker’s eyes start to get huge as Stryker’s feet are starting to leave the mat…

Busch, "Oh MY God! Look at the POWER! The RAW STRENGTH Of Apollo Arroyo! Jimmy Stryker’s three hundred pounds with the amount of power behind him that’d make an Ox jealous and Apollo Creed isn’t just lifting Stryker’s three hundred pounds BUT… He’s lifting AGAINST the insane power that Stryker’s using to pull that chain back on Apollo’s throat! I don’t believe it! This kid is scary strong!"

Suddenly Apollo snaps forward with enough force that Stryker flips up and over hitting his back. Apollo gasps for air as the crowd erupts… Of course that erupting is short lived… CRAAAAAAACK! Nova’s back up and blasts Apollo over the head with the chair… Apollo grabs his head and staggers about but he doesn’t fall…

Busch, "GOOD GOD ALL MIGHTY! Nova Just hit that kid like he was Alex Rodriguez stepping up t o bat and he’s… He’s still on his feet!"

Even Nova seems surprised… but not surprised enough to back off… CRAAAAAAAAAACK! A second big chair shot and Apollo’s eyes roll back in his head……… BAM! The ring shakes as Apollo drops to a knee… Apollo holds his head, swaying on a knee as Busch says, "This kid STILL AIN’T Down!"

Nova looks like he’s getting a little pissed as he yells, "WHAT THE HELL’S WRONG WITH YOU YA DUMB SON OF A BITCH! GO THE F__K DOWN!"

CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK! That shot was the kind of thing that makes a guy go from six-two to an even six foot tall… Apollo drops to his face and crumples up holding his neck as Addams is starting to push himself up from the side… Stryker darts forward and SMAAAAACK! A running big boot makes Addams fly between the ropes as Nova stands over Apollo raising his mangled and disfigured chair in the air.

"Right Now" reblasts over the PA as Stryker and Nova pace the ring like a couple of Lions making it clear that they’re ready to battle if anyone wants to step into their territory.

Busch, "Absolutely appalling…"
Fecca, "Sickening…"
Styles, "Do we have a replay?"

You can almost hear Busch and Fecca shaking their head before Busch says, "Well folks… Two weeks ago at Immortal Glory Kimberly Pain told Javen that when she won the People’s title she’d let Javen be her first contender… Little did anybody realize Pain wasn’t just blowing smoke, she was focused and determined and as a result she’s now PWT’s People’s Champion and Javen’s cashing in… When We Return."

*Commercial break*