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Date - Saturday, March 6th, 2010
Venue - Angel Arena, Grand Rapids, Michigan
Theme - "Still Unbroken" by Lynard Skynard
Deadline - Saturday the 6th at 11 PM Central
24 Hour Deadline -Friday the 5th 11 PM Central With every new episode of Saturday Night Shockwave we're showing the wrestling world why we're number one! Two weeks ago we saw the official debut of Leaky Format and his new show "The WetDown". What an explosive first edition that was folks an you won't wanna miss this week's either, trust us. Also the night saw Nova, true to his word, make someone bleed....namely former protege Kim Pain! What can we expect from wrestling's self-proclaimed "Cancer" this time? You'll have to tune in to find out. We'll also have an update on the legal situation of Kevin Kasey as well as the return of a former PWT Heavyweight champion! Who could it be? Nic E Dangerously? Seifer? Wall$treet? David Van Dam? Main Event
Non-Title
Jessica Jones VS Xavier Homicide
Referee Assigned: Jim Richards
Writer: Taylor
((Christian Michaels had the opportunity to select Xavier’s final opponent before they meet at Immortal Glory for the PWT World title… What a choice as the champion selected the one opponent from Xavier’s past that he has NEVER been able to defeat. Can Xavier reshape history with his very first win over Jessica Jones or will the Titanium champion prove that somethings never change? We’ll find out, LIVE On Shockwave Saturday Night!))
Match Seven
Singles
Teresa Walker VS Morgan Venom
Referee Assigned: Mitch Roberts
Writer: Shadow
((Scheduled for last week, the two previously ill divas look to lock horns this week in this delayed contest.)) Advertised Segment
Immortal Glory Femme Fatale Evening Gown Melee Photo Shoot
Featuring: The PWT Femme Fatales
Writer: Taylor
((Two weeks ago Jonathan Brooks announced that the Femme Fatale title will be determined at Immortal Glory in an Evening Gown Melee. This week we get the official match-ad picture taken in the ring with all of the beautiful Femme Fatales in the very evening gowns they’ll be aspiring to rip from each others bodies in two weeks. Of course with that many hormones in the ring you could predict this may not end up being a simple "Take the picture and go home" situation.)) Match Six
Singles
Jimmy Stryker VS Nosferatu
Referee Assigned: Willie Sharpe
Writer: Drew
((When Nova assaulted Nosferatu’s apparent love interest Kim Pain two weeks ago, Nos tried to defend his lady… Nova essentially laughed him off recommending he buzz off before Nova breaks out the fly swatter. Nosferatu was almost as enraged by that complete disrespect for him as a man as he was by the assault on his woman friend. To prove that he can hold his own against the cold, sadistic bad guy type like Nova, He’s picked a fight with perhaps the number one villian in PWT Right now… Jimmy Stryker. After Stryker’s actions with Kevin Kasey the last two weeks there’s no question he’s a Hell of a choice for the aforementioned profile. However, Stryker’s expressed a feeling of deep disrespect from everyone in PWT (including it’s fans) as of late and when two prideful men who feel disrespected go to battle for said respect, There’s only one way for that to end up… A Massacre.)) Match Five
Singles
Kimberly Pain VS Javen
Referee Assigned: Jim Richards
Writer: Johnathan
((Two weeks ago Javen deeply offended his "rainbow haired sybling" when he recommended she was better suited for Femme Fatale action then People’s title action. After Kimberly pain did virtually all of the work in a tag team match against Duke Andrews and Whysper, Javen tagged himself in just in time to swoop in and steal the pin. Pain didn’t take kindly to that either and she showed him so when she left him laying in the middle of the ring with her finish. Now she has an opportunity to leave him laying, Pick up a pin, and further make her case that she should meet Duke Andrews two weeks from tonight for the PWT People’s title.)) Advertised Segment
Leaky Format Hosts: The Wetdown
With Special Guest: PWT World’s Champion Christian Michaels
Writer: Taylor
((Leaky Format debuted himself and his show "The Wetdown" in a HUGE way two weeks ago when he had Jimmy Stryker as his featured guest. This week he looks to continue gaining the world’s attention as he hosts PWT’s World Champion Christian Michaels!)) Match Four
Singles
Damian Collins VS Matt Matlock
Referee Assigned: Mitch Roberts
Writer: Taylor
((If you look back through the annals of PWT two names you’ll see dating back as far as five years ago or longer are Matt Matlock and Damian Collins. Lately Collins pursuit of the Titanium title has been bumpy at best but, he looks to try and rebound by defeating PWT Seasoned Vet Matt Matlock. Of course as a former PWT Tag Team Champion, Backyard Champion and ICWA Heavyweight Champion Matt Matlock is no walk in the part opponent. Matt Matlock’s tasted world title success before and with everyone gunning for the champ, what better way to thrust his name into the hat then beating a former PWT Champ in Damian Collins? No titles to be had but the stakes are high as these two PWT Main Stays go head to head LIVE on Shockwave.)) Match Three
Singles
Drew Stevenson VS Chris Walker
Referee Assigned: Frank Mason
Writer: Aaron
((Less than pleased after his Disqualification in his match with Damian Collins, Chris Walker searched the Angel Arena high an low for PWT official Frank Mason. Eventually Chris would find Frank....in the middle of refereeing another instant classic between Shadow and Drew Stevenson. Walker chased Mason off and Drew Stevenson wasn't too happy about it. He suggested that Walker get involve din his matche sthe old fashioned way....One on one!)) Match Two
Non-Title
Singles
Duke Andrews VS Whysper
Referee Assigned: Willie Sharpe
Writer: Chrissy
((A month ago Whysper un-intentionally struck Duke Andrews with a steel chair costing him a one on one contest with Javen. Two weeks ago Duke very intentionally leveled Whysper with a chair costing Duke and Whysper a tag team match to Javen and Kimberly Pain. Now these two will get to unleash some of their animosity toward each other in this non-title contest)) Opening Match
Non Title
Singles
Phoenix Winterborn VS Christian Michaels
Referee Assigned: Jim Richards
Writer: Johnathan
((Over a month ago these two performers met one on one for what experts expected to be a fast paced razzle dazzle kind of contest… And that’s what they got until Chaz Fury and a railroad spike brought the bout to a screeching halt. Since such time Winterborn has been consumed with rematching the champion in a non-title contest to prove that he should still be getting looked at by the front office for a future title shot. Michaels has agreed and now we’re getting quite the kickstart to what’s bound to be an explosive Pre-Pay Per View edition of PWT Saturday Night Shockwave.))
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"Still Unbroken" by Lynard Skynard begins playing as we begin seeing highlights of old PWT matches… We see WallStreet holding Damian Collins in the Texas Clover leaf only for Christian Michael’s Sweet Chin Music to kick him in the face…… We see David Van Dam delivering the Olympic Slam to Georgia James before we fade into his arm being raised with the PWT Title in hand… We see Christian Michaels a bloody mess atop of the cage, extending his arms before leaping looking to give a massive flying leg drop to a downed MJ Storm…… We see Jimmy Stryker and Nic Dangerously in an aggressive stand off in the middle of the ring…… We see Bobby Johnson T Bone Suplex David Van Dam and then fall over himself from exhaustion…… We see Platinum do a Ric Flair Flop on the mat… We see Sean Hunter do a Ric Flair Flop on the Mat… We see Dante Cross do a Ric Flair Flop on the Mat…… We see NovaCaine holding the PWT Title…… We see Drew Stevenson Climb a ladder and unhook the PWT Title…… And Finally we see Christian Michaels deliver a multitude of Twist of Fates on various opponents before our final shot is one of him on the second rope holding the PWT Heavyweight Title high in the sky before our video concludes and we flash into the arena.
Phoenix Winterborn is currently making his way down the ramp as "Money For Nothing" by Dire Straits plays. He's slapping hands with some of the fans as he makes it to the end of the ramp.
Sabrina; This next match is your opening contest for SATURDAY NIGHT SHOCKWAVE!
The crowd cheers as Phoenix begins heading up the steps.
Sabrina: It is set for ONE FALL! Now entering the ring, from Oceanside, Calfornia! Phoenix WINNNN-TERBORN!
The crowd cheers again as Phoenix gets in a corner awaiting his opponent.
Fecca: Welcome everyone to another exciting edition of PWT's Saturday Night Shockwave! You're not going to want to miss a moment of tonight's action either ladies and gentlemen. This is our last show before Immortal Glory in two weeks. So we're jumping right into things with a main event caliber match to open the show......Phoenix Winterborn looks for a second victory over the reigning PWT World's champion: Christian Michaels!
Styles: Winterborn's been hot lately, I think he could do it
"Money For Nothing" fades away as the fans begin to buzz. They know its time for their champion to arrive. We hear Brad Arnold, lead singer of Three Doors Down, say: "Please watch closely, you might not see this again". Then suddenly we jump right into "Champion In Me" as there's an explosion of pyros onstage. Everything is left cloudy as the music and CM's entrance video plays. Finally the smoke begins to cleara nd the fans go absolutely NUTS as The Southern Heartthrob is standing there with his arms out-stretched.
Sabrina: And his opponent! He is the PWT WORLD's Heavyweight Champion!
The fans cheer a little louder as Michaels makes his way down the ramp slapping hands. Our reigning champ making sure to go to both sides of the ramp to slap as many hands as possible. Finally he rolls under the bottom rope and hops up. As CM climbs a turnbuckle, taking off the title and holding it high, Sabrina finishes the introduction.
Sabrina: From Memphis, Tennessee.....The Southern Heartthrob.....CHRISTIAN MIIIIIICHAELS!!!
Christian hops down and turns around in the corner. Jim Richards comes over to retrieve the title to hand out to the time keeper. Once that business is done Richards checks the champ for any hidden weapons. He finds none. Phoenix Winterborn gets the same search and turns up no weapons either. With no further delay the ref calls for the bell and we're underway.
Fecca: Here go ladies and gentlemen! Its the second one on one meeting between Christian Michaels and Phoenix Winterborn. Several weeks back these two met in a match that was our feature match on Shockwave....
Both the champ and Winterborn come out of their corners circling a bit. They're each looking for an opening.
Fecca: That was an evenly contested match until Chaz Fury got involved, costing Michaels the match.
Styles: Speaking of Chaz, I'd personally like to wish him well on his recovery from knee surgery
Fecca: As do I. I might not like his tactics, but you never want to see someone go down for an extended period of time like that.
Finally CM shoots in for a collar an elbow tie-up. Winterborn though ducks underneath, comes behind the champ, and goes for a full-nelson. Michaels though doesn't allow Winterborn to hook the right arm. So he shoots behind and puts Phoenix in the full-nelson. But that damned Winterborn is a crafty one. he drops to his ass an then to his back. CM barely has any time before Pheonix rolls back on his shoulders putting his feet to CM's mid-section. The champ grabs Winterborn's ankles but thats a mistake as Phoenix rolls forward to a seated position giving Michaels a variation of the monkey flip!
Fecca: This match starting out fast and furious. Pheonix Winterborn loves to fly around the ring causing chaos for his opponents.
Styles: Looks like mission accomplished at this time.
The champion races to his feet but he's met with several forearm shots from Winterborn. Phoenix driving Michaels back into a corner. He whips CM across the ring to the opposite corner. PW charges across the ring and leaps into the air for a Stinger-Splash. Christian ducks away and Winterborn eats turnbuckle. He turns out of the corner and CM snatches him into a headlock. The champ wrenching the headlock in before turning it into a side-headlock takeover.
Fecca: Michaels working strategically here. He knows that Phoenix Winterborn likes that high-impact style, flying around the ring. But we've seen in the past two years Eddie that the champion has settled into a more strategic style. He likes to feel things out and adjust the pace of the match as needed.
Styles: Yeah its really an adaptive style that Michaels has switched to. Not too surprising considering the man that trained him uses that style as well.
Christian Michaels really wrenching on that headlock. Richards is checking to make sure CM's arm hasn't slipped into a chokehold. Doesn't appear to have though. Winterborn kicks his feet a couple times before working his left hand under Michaels' chin. he pushes CM's head back until finally Phoenix is able to get his left leg under CM's chin. PW brings CM into a strong scissors hold. Michaels can't force the legs apart so he get sto his feet, head still caught between Winterborn's legs. The champion, with his opponent laying on the mat, flips through into a bridging pin. ONE.....TWO-NO! Winterborn bridges up on his head an neck. he forces his way on up and wraps his arms around CM's waist. A spin around looks like maybe Pheonix is going to attempt to powerbomb the champ. Most anyone knows this is profressing to a backslide pinning situation. CM especially knows it and he isn't bout to let that happen. He stands up giving Winterborn a backdrop right over the top rope.
Fecca: Michaels counters! Phoenix Winterborn sent up an over the top, lands on the apron though.
Styles: Great athletism displayed to make that happen.
Fecca: Indeed it was.
The fans OoOoO'ing at Phoenix landing on teh apron clues the champ in. He spins around to deliver a hard right, but Winterborn blocks it. The champ is stunend by a right from Phoenix. Winterborn then holding the top rope as he swung his legs up, once again putting a leg scissors on the champ. CM is pulled over the top rope and lands on his ass on the apron before shooting forward into the barricade.
Fecca: Michaels in trouble as Pheonix Winterborn starts to get a groove.
Referee Jim Richards is in the ring asking both Winterborn an Michaels to return this match to the ring. Phoenix has other ideas thinking maybe an axehandle smash off the apron. CM though side-steps just enough. He catches Winterborn and delivers a sitout side-slam, aka side-effect.
Styles: What the..!
Fecca: Side-effect by Michaels! Side-effect by Michaels! Just when it looked like Pheonix Winterborn was going to take command of this match.
The ref now starts the unpopular double count on both men.
ONE!
No movement
TWO!
Still nothing.
THREE!
CM has rolled to his knees and Winterborn to his side.
FOUR!
Michaels grabs the barricade to help himself up.
FIVE!
Winterborn is now using the ring skirt to pull himself back to his own feet.
SIX!
Phoenix Winterborn rolls under the bottom rope into the ring.
SEVEN!
Here comes Michaels sliding in. But being just a second later than Winterborn is costly. Phoenix drops down with a axehandle smash across the shoulders as CM got up. He then pulls Michaels to his feet and sets CM up to deliver a suspected vertical suplex. Phoenix Winterborn displaying a lil extra strength as he momentarily stalls before dropping CM in a front suplex instead! Christian hitting the mat and bouncing enough to bring his knees under him. The champ holding his mid-section as Winterborn stalks. Finally he grabs the back of CM's head and pulls him up. Phoenix brings CM to a corner, slamming his face into the top turnbuckle! Michaels spinning his back to the corner after taking the head-on meeting there.
Styles: This is where a Phoenix Winterborn can be really dangerous here Bobbsie. He's got Michaels reeling here and smells blood.
Fecca: No doubt that Phoenix has taken control here. I tell you from experience of calling hundreds of Christian Michaels' matches that Phoenix had better not let off.
Winterborn may have heard Fecca as he lights CM's chest up with several stinging knife-edge chops. Phoenix holds the top rope to CM's right and delivers a couple of stomps/kicks to the mid-section. he follows those up with a spinning back kick a la X-Pac. Michaels plops down to his ass in the corner. Phoenix reaches down and grabs CM's legs as the champ holds the middle rope. Winterborn lifts and sits out delivering a sit-out powerbomb. he holds for a pin as his legs are over CM's arms. ONE.....TWO...NO! Michaels could've reached over an grabbed the bottom rope but he shot his right shoulder off the mat!
Fecca: One, two, NO! There's a kickout by Michaels! The Southern Heartthrob showing that he's still got plenty of fight in him.
Styles: I guess so much for that message he planned to send here tonight huh?
Fecca: I wouldn't say that Eddie. CM is taking everything that Phoenix Winterborn has thrown at him. But againa nd again he's able to fight out of these situations. He's showing Xavier Homicide that: Hey, whatever you got I can take.
Styles: Well he's not the only one with a message. Phoenix Winterborn looking to prove he should get a title consideration. These nearfalls have to be helping his case.
Fecca: Phoenix indeed looking good tonight, but in the end he's going to have to pick up a victory to get serious consideration with strong competitors like Jessica Jones vying for a shot as well.
Looks like a bit of frustration has set in on Winterborn as he gets up. He shakes his head and pulls CM up and brings him towards the corner. Phoenix gets in the corner, sitting on the top rope and gets CM hooked for a tornado ddt. He jumps out to nail the ddt, but CM throws Winterborn off. Phoenix lands on his feet and shoots in with an attempt at the superkick. CM though spins out of the way and when PW turns around he gets a kick to the mid-section. Michaels hook sthe front facelock and throws his right arm out. The fans coming to their feet as CM yells out and then spins to nail the cutter portion of the "Just Like That" twist of fate.
Fecca: Winterborn looking for a superkick...No! Now its Michaels for the Just Like-NO!
Christian shoved towards teh ropes. He charges in an rebounds looking for a clothesline. That's ducked though by Winterborn. But as soon as CM passes by Phoenix spins around and locks in a sleeper on Michaels. Christian turns right into Phoenix, grabbing a waistlock and delivering a side-belly-to-belly suplex. Both men are briefly down before they race to their feet. Winterborn a hair quicker goes for a kick to the gut. CM catches the foot and delivers a European uppercut that puts Phoenix on his back. he scramble supa nd CM meets him with several chops that back him up a bit. Michaels hoving Winterborn the rest of the way into a corner.
Fecca: Quite the exchange there between the championa nd Winterborn. This match is..
Styles: WHOA!
The champion was headed into the corner to keep the pressure on Winterborn. However maybe Phoenix was playing a little bit of possum. He explodes out of the corner with a clothesline for Michaels. CM hits the mat and flies back up taking a second clothesline. A lil slower now, but still CM is up quicker than most. He takes athird clothesline though and its taking a lil effort to get back to his feet again. When CM finallys doe sget to his feet Winterborn grabs him to deliver that Randy Orton-style backbreaker.
Fecca: This looks like it could be setting up for Phoenix's "Final Flight" twisting moonsault.
Suddenly though CM spins out of Phoenix's clutches. He grabs Winterborn by his left wrist and yanks him around into a kick to the mid-section. Phoenix is doubled over and Michaels grabs the front facelock and quickly turns snapping Winterborn down with teh cutter to finish out the "Just Like That" twist of fate
Fecca: Just Like That! Good lord Eddie just like that Christian Michaels has edned this match!
Styles: I.....I....
Unbelievably the loud mouthed Eddie Styles is speechless folks. Meanwhile in the ring CM rolls Winterborn to his back and makes a pin. He hooks the far leg and waits as Richards slides down. ONE.........TWO.........THREE!!! The bell rings and "Champion In me" by Three Doors Down blasts.
Sabrina: Here is your winner, The PWT reigning WORLD'S Heavyweight champion.....The Southern Heartthrob....CHRISTIAN MIIIIICHAELS!
Christian gets to his feet and points at Winterborn, telling him that he just answered Phoenix's dare to pin him in the center of the ring.
Fecca: Ladies and gentlemen Christian Michaels said he was coming to Shockwave to make a statement. Well I for one believe he made it. It may take mor ethan Xavier Homicide or anyone else has to wrest that championship away from Michaels' grasp.
Phoenix has rolled out of the ring as CM celebrates for the fans.
Fecca: Please stay tuned folks as when we come back CM will be a guest on Leaky Format's "The Wetdown"!
Shockwave fades to commercial.
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As the cameras return from the commercial we see Christian Michaels has yet to go anywhere. However, the ring he’s standing in (A fresh white towel now around his neck and a bottle of water in hand) has been altered with the set up for "The Wetdown" Program Leaky Format debuted two weeks ago. In the middle of the ring in a gray and black pinstripe suit and a pair of Armani sun glasses is the one and only, Leaky Format.
Leaky, "Yes-Yes Ya’ll. Welcome back to the most Stupendous… Tremendous… Prodigious display of excellence in the talk show world today! Welcome to the Wetdown with your host, The always Leaktastic… The Numba One Stunna with the H2 Humma… Leaky Format."
The crowd boos as Christian Michaels seems to interested in wiping the sweat off his face and keeping his hair out of his face to notice Leaky’s talking
Leaky, "Now… I Know, I know… Everybody thinks they want me to start this thing off by saying "Hey Christian, You read what I said in this Month’s "Wrestling Today" Magazine… Whatcha got to say."
CM, "Well…"
Leaky puts up a hand, "Whoa, Whoa, Whoa Slow your roll midget Hillybilly Jim!"
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOO!
CM rolls his eyes as Leaky continues, "That’s what everybody *Thinks* they want! I know better! What they really want is for the World’s champion to explain in great detail why the ambassador of Leaktacy is the greatest thing to hit a wrestling ring since the creation of the headlock!"
Leaky looks around, grinning as he’s clearly proud of the awesomeness he believes he posses.
CM (Clearly unamused and uninterested in leaky’s crap) says abruptly, "If you’ve got a question in there somewhere mister "Talk Show Interview Personality"… Why don’t you get ta answerin’ it?"
Leaky, "Chill Hillbilly. Become a Chillbilly!"
CM’s glare grows a little more aggressive and Leaky says, "Alright, alright… Well "Champ", How about for starters you explain why you’re opening the show while your Pay Per View challenger sits pretty in the main event?"
CM, "Because I wanted to open the show.
Leaky scoffs, "Please playboy. You expect me to believe that you just randomly decided you wanted to jerk the curtain tonight?"
CM, "I don’t give a good flying fu… funnel what you think Format. I chose to open this show for two reasons. (Extends index finger) Firstly, I LOVE setting the bar. Everybody who comes after me tonight has to try just a little harder to show these people the show of a lifetime that PWT is famous for providing because all night long these fans are gonna compare everything they see to what they just saw at the opening of the show. I like that… I like knowing the entire roster’s trying to put it all on the line to measure up to the standard I set at the beginning of the show. (Extends second finger) Secondly… This gives me plenty of time to go back… Get showered… Get dressed… Grab a sandwich from catering… A Dr. Pepper from the vending machine… Plant my championship holding john brown hind parts in front of a monitor and get ready to watch the very last match that Xavier Homicide…"
The crowd erupts at the mention of Xavier Homicide to the point that CM stops mid sentence to look around and the fanatical fans…
Leaky, "Uh-oh… Somebody’s gettin’ challenged for their prom queen votes."
CM snaps his head around, giving Leaky the "I’ll kill you" glare… CM pauses, then continues (his glare still shooting at Leaky), "…I’m going to watch the last match my contender has before he heads to my house at the top of the mountain and attempts to kick me out and take up residency. Because I went first, I don’t have to preoccupy myself with Winterborn, I can focus completely on watching my future contender battle his biggest challenge in this business… Or, his biggest challenge until March twenty first anyway."
Leaky, "Alright, alright… Maybe that’s a valid point. But, here’s a better point… I’m the greatest baby! Now seriously, Why don’t you tell all of these people how great I am?"
CM rolls his eyes and starts heading for the side ropes to make his exit. As he does Leaky reaches out and puts a hand on Michaels shoulder stopping him in his tracks as the champion’s nostrils begin to slowly flare…
Leaky, "Hey playboy, You don’t get to just walk out on an interview with the Greatest Icon Ever!"
CM brushes his hand over his face, taking a deep breath in an effort to regain his compsure…Leaky begins tapping CM’s shoulder obnoxiously….
Fecca, "Oh Boy…"
Leaky, "Hey! HEY! You hearin me kid?! Huh?! HEY!"
CM very suddenly snaps to the side and shoots out a very quickly delivered Superkick making Leaky fly back as the crowd erupts and "Champion in Me" by Three Doors Down begins blasting over the PA.
Styles, "GAH! He can’t do that!"
Fecca, "I believe he just did."
Styles, "That’s absurd! When has anybody ever super kicked Jay Leno?! David Letterman?! Johnny Carson?! Ya can’t just super kick a great TV Host!"
Crowd: CHRIS-TIAN! CHRIS-TIAN! CHRIS-TIAN! CHRIS-TIAN! CHRIS-TIAN! CHRIS-TIAN! CHRIS-TIAN!
CM shoots up the corner ropes, the towel around his neck as he thrusts the championship in the air for his adoring fans to see as Leaky’s down, his glasses off to the side as he holds his jaw and tries desperately to move it and test if it’s broken or not.
Fecca, "Well folks, Rest assured if Xavier Homicide suffers the same fate fifteen days from now, He will not be walking out of Immortal Glory with the world’s championship."
Styles, "Yeah… IF Xavier even makes it that far."
A Graphic for X VS JJ comes up as Fecca says, "Jessica Jones has certainly proved to be the ultimate road block in the path of success for Xavier Homicide. She defeated Xavier Homicide for the Titanium Title, she eliminated Xavier Homicide from a Three Way Dance for the PWT Title, and now she has the opportunity to slay his momentum and perhaps cast some self doubt over his mindset as he heads to Immortal Glory to contend once again for the PWT World’s Heavyweight Championship. Can Xavier finally conquer his seemingly inconquerable adversary or will Jessica Jones once again provail over the X-Man? We’ll find out later on here tonight. But, speaking of major grudge matches…"
A match graphic comes up for Duke VS Whysper…
Fecca, "When we come back, Duke Andrews and Whysper finally get the opportunity to go one on one… No Steel Chairs, No Accidents… Just two men lookin to settle a score. It’s Live and, It’s Next."
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When we return there’s an instrumental showing clips of Duke Andrews one on one affair with Javen with Whysper at the commentary table. We see the in adverted chair shot that occurs between Whysper and Duke Andrews. We see clips of their promos talking smack to each other between then and when they’d have to tag. We watch clips of the tag match and then we see Duke lay Whysper out and Javen pick up the pin as the result. From there we fade to the stage.
Fecca, "There ya saw it folks… Duke Andrews and the Silent Warrior Whysper starting from a misunderstanding and now drawing into a major grudge situation.
With that "Fire It Up" by Black Label Society begins blasting over the PA as the crowd erupts.
Sabrina, "The Following Contest is scheduled For Onefall…"
The curtain goes to the side and out jumps Whysper to a big reaction.
Sabrina, "Introducing first… Making his way from Plainville Indiana…"
Whysper throws the X up in the air but as he does… WHAM! Dukes blasts him from behind with a big forearm making him hit the ramp and start rolling down as the music cuts out…
Fecca, "What in the world?!"
Whysper starts to push himself up… WHAM! A big Sheamus style kick to his head makes him fly off his hands and knees and roll onto the ringside mats as the crowd’s booing.
Fecca, "I understand that Duke and Whysper have had their problems but this… This is completely uncalled for."
Duke yanks the back of his title belt, unbuttoning it before he tosses it to a staff member at ringside. Whysper starts to crawl toward the stairs. Whysper pushes himself up and turns as Duke’s darting his way… Duke looks for a clothesline but Whysper quickly ducks under, spins around and leaps up drop kicking Andrews in the back and in turn making him flip up over the steps to the black ringside mat.
The crowd cheers as Fecca says, "Whysper’s just as fast as a hiccup!"
Whysper shoots under the ropes and into the ring as Duke’s up to a knee at ringside. Duke grabs the ring and pushes himself the rest of the way up before rolling under the ropes himself. As soon as both men are in Willie Sharpe quickly calls for the opening bell.
Fecca, "It’s not over folks… Believe it or not, according to that bell it’s JUST beginning!"
Duke pushes himself up to his feet but as he does Whysper’s right there throwing stinging open handed shots ala the Rock. Duke’s head keeps snapping back till finally Whysper grabs Duke by the wrist and looks to Irish Whip him across the ring… Duke easily counters making Whysper fly across the ring… Duke ducks down looking for a back body drop but he calls for it too early and Whysper fly’s over attempting a sunset flip… However, as Whysper hit’s the mat he has a hard time trying to take the heavier Duke Andrews over by his thighs. Duke balls up his right hand and attempts to drive it through Whysper’s face but, Whysper quickly pops up and Duke ends up punching the mat. Duke snaps up right shaking his right as he heads toward the ropes. Duke turns and THWAAAACK! A high dropkick sends Duke flying back, tumbling between the second and third ropes and rolling off the ring to the outside floor.
Fecca, "Gah! Duke’s back on the outside!"
Willie immediately starts mandating that Whysper back off and let Duke get back in. Whysper at first appears to be adhearing to these directions… But as Duke starts to come up from a knee Whysper darts back, hit’s the far ropes, shoots forward and leaps between the middle and top ropes, colliding with Duke just as Duke’s on his feet and turning toward the ring… Both men hit the ground via the Suicide Dive as the crowd erupts.
Styles, "Hey! Somebody tell that guy he doesn’t have wings!"
Fecca, "This thing has gotten incredibly heated."
Willie apparently isn’t in the mood to give these fellas the leeway we sometimes see in these situations as he immediately begins utilizing his count …………………One…………………Two…
Whysper starts to push himself up as Duke’s wincing from the impact of the shot.
…………………Three……
Whysper gets to his feet as Duke’s getting to a knee…
………………Four……………… Duke pushes himself up as Whysper darts toward him and leaps up….. Only to get caught with a big bear hug.
…Five……………
Fecca, "Whysper could be in a bad way here…"
Duke charges forward looking to smash Whysper’s back against the ring … Except that as he’s about to do so Whysper puts both of his hands on Duke’s Shoulder, posts and leaps up out of Duke’s grasp and leap fogging over Duke’s head in a very impressive display of athleticism. Duke runs his own stomach into the ring apron, making him bend over slightly and grabbing his gut.
………Six…………………
Duke turns around, Whysper kicks him in the already hurtin gut making Duke double over…
………………………Seven……
Whysper wraps his arm around Duke’s neck and snaps back dropping him head first on the ringside mat as the crowd lets out an OoooOOo.
………………………Eight……
Duke rolls through to his back, holding his head as Whysper pushes himself up.
……………………Nine…
Whysper slides into the ring…
………………Ten!
Willie calls for the bell as Sabrina declares, "Here is your winner… WHYSPER!"
"Fire It Up" by Black Label Society begins blasting over the PA. However, Whysper doesn’t seem like he was even paying attention to the count or his being announced as the winner.
Fecca, "Whysper’s got the victory but I’m not sure he’s even aware that he’s still in a match…"
Duke starts pushing himself back up to his feet holding his head… Duke starts to turn and as he does Whysper grabs hold of the top rope, squating down a little… Whysper leaps up and throws himself over the rope as Duke gets turned around… Duke grows wide eyed seeing the tiny Lucha heading for him so he quickly darts out of the way letting Whysper smack his chest on the barricade before flying back to his back.
The crowd gasps as Fecca says, "Good lord! Whysper just nailed that fan barricade!"
The bell sounds to remind the stars that the match is over but Duke doesn’t seem to care as he slowly stalks behind Whysper. Whysper gets to his knee clenching his chest. He pushes himself up just in time for Duke to grab a fist full of his dreads with his left hand and then… POW! A big right makes Whysper snap back to the ground and roll back up to his feet holding his head as he stumbles up the ramp. Duke grabs Whysper by the shoulder and turns him around… Duke goes for another big right but Whysper ducks under… Duke spins around and CHOOOOOOOP! WHOOOOOO! CHOOOOOOOOOP! WHOOOOOOOO! Duke’s being backed up the ramp with those Ric Flair chops.
Fecca, "These two just won’t quit!"
We shoot to the back where we see Xavier Homicide standing… The crowd erupts as Xavier’s stare is one of a man with much on his mind. His eyes are almost glossy… We continue to pan back till we see Glenn Matthews standing next to him with a microphone in hand.
Glenn, "Fifteen Days… Fifteen days away is what many are calling the biggest match of your young career as you challenge PWT’s franchise player and World’s Champion Christian Michaels for the richest prize in the game today… The PWT World’s Heavyweight Championship. Yet there’s one last hurdle to jump on your way as later on tonight you face an adversary that you have yet to obtain victory over in the PWT Titanium Champion Jessica Jones (crowd boos)…"
Xavier snaps out of his trance and says, "An adversary I have yet to obtain victory over? Well thanks for the reminder Glenn. See, Jessica… Jessica hasn’t done nearly a good enough job reminding me at every pass, Every turn… EVERY AVAILABLE MOMENT… That she’s a gazillion and oh against me… No, Glenn, without you I’d of completely forgotten. Thank You for keeping my ego in check."
Glenn, "………"
X offers a light laugh and says, "Relax Glenn, I’m messin’ with ya."
X pats Glenn on the shoulder as Glenn kind of eases up… But X gets super serious all over again.
X, "Then again, I’m really not. Ya see, Jessica Jones has indeed told the world -and most certainly told your’s truly- time and time again about every victory she holds against me. She even likes to talk about drawing with me once upon a time too. Now, I could adhere to the common logic… The logic that says every great adventurer always has that one quest they simply cannot conquer. I could concede this point and back off before I become like a crazed ship captain on the hunt for a huge Whale… That’s a Moby Dick reference by the way… bet ya didn’t think I was down with Charley Dickenson did ya? Anyway… I could back off before I get consumed and let my unconquerable quest lead to my massive downfall…"
The crowd boos as X nods conceding that the aforementioned scenario is indeed an option.
X, "Orrrrrr……… I could go get some stitches on my wounded backside, Put my chaps back on, hop back up on the Jessica Jones Bull and give it the best damn eight seconds it’s ever seen! That’s right, a Moby Dick reference AND A Bull Riding reference in ONE interview! Tell me that didn’t just blow your mind! Regardless, The choice for me is obvious…… I need to back off and let this quest to beat Jessica subside."
The crowd boos as Xavier perks up an eyebrow…
Xavier, "Alright, Alright, ya got me. My real plan is actually pretty simple… I’m gonna put one foot in front of the other… I’m gonna walk through the curtain… I’m gonna step through the ropes… And then, I am gonna have a knock down, drag out fight the likes of which would make Peter Griffin and his maniac Chicken friend cringe BUT… When the blood spatter’s cleared, when the dust has settled… I *WILL* Have my hand raised… I *WILL* Have knocked the Jay-Jay monkey off of my back and THEN…"
Xavier pauses…
Xavier, "Well… Then I hope Christian Michaels is paying just as much attention as he vowed that he would be… Because after that Christian… Tick… Tock…. Tick… Tock… The countdown is on and while all the skeptics get ready to report "Christian Michaels retains again", I’m gonna force em to change their little pre-typed columns to read "Xavier shows FORMER Champion why Messin’ With Homicide is…… Suicide."
Xavier heads off as Fecca says, "Man… I have not seen anybody as ready and raring to go as Xavier Homicide has been since winning contendership to the Heavyweight Championship… Folks, We have got a Pay Per View worthy main event going on tonight, I guarantee it!"
We fade on Glenn standing with the microphone.
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The scene returns to the ringside with the sounds of some sick guitar riffs echoing through the arena and the lights dimming down to a crimson red as a slight symbol beat begins with the video package of Chris Walker beginning on the titantron which stirs a bunch of mixed reactions from the crowd. The song gets a little bit more fast paced as a bass drum hits and you here "HERE WE GO AGAIN!" as the crimson color begins to fill the arena from the fog that was rolling onto the stage as out from behind the curtain steps Chris Walker ready to fight. He has a look of determination on his face. He stopped at the top and listened to the mixed reactions from the fans as he bobs his head slightly before walking down the ramp in a fast pace.
Sabrina, "Making his way to the ring... Weighing in at 238Lbs from Long Beach, California.... The Once Villain Now Warrior... Chris WAAALLLKKKEERRR!!!!!!!"
Fecca, "Chris has been having a tough time getting things going for himself. He's won and lost by DQ. He's yet to pin anybody. That's not likely going to turn any heads."
Styles, "No, but a win tonight against Drew will turn plenty of heads."
He reaches the bottom of the ramp, sliding under the bottom rope and into the ring. Walking over to the corner and stepping up onto the 2nd turnbuckle and throws his arms up into the air as some bulbs flash from the cameras of the fans as the music dies down.
Fecca, "Maybe, but that's going to be easier said than done..."
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, "And his opponent, on his way to the ring from Seymour MO, The Emerald...DREWWW STEEEEVENSONNN!"
He begins walking down the aisle until he gets down to the ring, he quickly rolls 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 looking ready for a fight after Walker got into his business last week."
Styles, "That's good because Chris looks ready to dish one out."
Fecca, "And there's the bell!!"
Once Mason signals for the bell, Drew gets Chris in a headlock. He is applying more pressure when Chris pushes him off into the ropes. As Drew comes back off of them, Chris has his head down for a backbody drop, but Drew puts on the brakes and delivers a kick to Chris' chest, which gets him upright. Drew then delivers a hard right hand to Chris that gets him reeling. And then sends him to the mat with a dropkick. As both men get back up on their feet, Chris comes at Drew with a clothesline, but Drew ducks underneath and goes behind Walker, grabbing him by the waist. Drew then takes him over with a german suplex. This time Walker is a bit slower to get up. But when he's on one knee, Drew runs into the ropes and comes off of them with a running enziguri. The connection between Drew's foot and Walker's skull echos throughout the arena.
Fecca, "Whoa what a shot! Drew showing Chris exactly why you don't want to mess with him!"
Styles, "Pffttt...Chris is just letting Drew have his fun now, so he can beat him later!"
As Chris is laying face first on the mat, Drew locks him in the STF.
Fecca, "It goes from bad to worse for Mr. Walker."
Chris screams out with pain but when Mason asks him to give up he refuses. In response to that, Drew applies more pressure, but little by little Chris is working his way to the ropes.
Fecca, "Chris trying to save himself here."
As he reaches forward and finally latches on to the bottom rope, Mason begins his count.
1...2...3...Drew releases the hold.
Chris then pulls himself closer to the ropes. As Drew comes in toward Chris to go back on the attack, with his good leg Chris kicked him in the midsection as hard as he could. Drew stumbled back a step as he bent forward. As Chris got to one knee, he delivered a forearm to Drew's face. Drew stumbled back some more and this allowed Chris to get to his feet. Once Chris was up, Drew came at him for a clothesline, but Chris ducked down out of dodge and pulled down the top rope, sending Drew crashing to the floor.
Styles, "Walker finding his way back into this thing."
Once Drew was using the apron to pull himself up, Chris ran in with a baseball slide, sending Drew flying back into the barricade.
Styles, "One has to believe that Drew sees little birdies circling his head right about now."
Chris then followed him out to the outside. He then grabbed a hold of a dazed Drew and tossed him back in the ring. As Drew was stumbling his way to his feet, Chris put him on his back with a russian leg sweep. Chris then stands over him and flips over onto him with a shooting star press. Chris then hooks Drew's leg but Mason only gets a two out of it before Drew kicks out. Chris is first on his feet and he grabs Drew and pulls him the rest of the way up. He then shoves Drew's head between his legs and goes to hoist him up. And as he does, Drew breaks the hold and lands on his feet behind Chris. He then grabs Chris by the arm and spins him around. Drew then kicks Chris in the midsection. As Chris doubles forward, Drew gets him up for a samoan drop, but as he goes to drop back Chris turns it into a crucifix roll up. Mason scrambles around to make the count but Drew kick out just after the two.
Styles, "Wow, what a nice counter. He almost had 'em."
Fecca, "Almost doesn't count!"
Drew has a suprised look on his face as the two of them get back up to a vertical base. As Drew comes toward Chris, he gets caught with a boot to the midsection followed by a DDT. Chris then kicks Drew onto his back before going to the outside and stands on the apron a moment.
Styles, "Walker sensing victory is near..."
He then perches himself on the top before jumping off and coming through the air with a 450 splash.
Styles, "Chris coming off with 'Controversy Is The Key'."
But he connects with the mat as Drew rolls out of the way.
Fecca, "I think the key is to actually land on your opponent!"
Drew gets up on his feet and quickly wraps up Chris' legs. Chris tries to fight but to no avail as Drew turns him over..
Fecca, "There's the Missouri Cloverleaf and... And... Yep, there's the submission!"
Chris realizing he has no alternative as he's smack dab in teh center begins slapping the mat As Mason signals for the bell.
Sabrina, "Here is your winner...DREWWW STEEEVENSONNN!"
Styles, "I can't believe it! Chris nearly had this thing won."
Fecca, "You should know you don't count Drew out...ever!"
As Drew Begins to celebrate "Hero" by Skillet begins blasting over the PA…
Fecca, "Wait… That’s not Drew Stevenson’s theme… That’s…"
Drew brushes a hand through his sweaty hair as he leans on the rope looking toward the entrance… the very entrance where Shadow steps out to a grand reception… One Much larger than the still solid reaction he got before his fifteen minute near-draw with Stevenson two weeks ago.
The music simmers as Shadow stands on the stage in a pair of faded blue jeans and a black "Beware What lurks In The… Shadow" T shirt. He has one hand in his jeans pocket, the other holding a microphone as he looks down the ramp at Stevenson in the ring.
Shadow, "Drew Stevenson… You and Me brother… More than a month ago you awakened something in me that had been hibernating for a very long time. A Certain competitiveness that went beyond the norm for even a highly competitive profession such as Professional Wrestling. Two weeks ago… HO-HO… Two weeks ago…"
Shadow begins shaking his head…
Shadow, "Two weeks ago you took me to a place very few ever have. But ya know what I realized? Do you know what made that Missouri Cloverleaf truly painful in the last seconds of our contest before the pain over took my nervous system and forced me to black out as a defensive measure? Knowing as I lay there with my back pulsing as if it’d been run over by an army tank that I…. Drew Stevenson…. *I* Can Beat You."
Some members of the crowd cheer, others boo, but Shadow’s got a look in his eyes that leads us to believe he’s speaking with absolute certainty.
Shadow, "I can beat you Drew! I know it! As I took everything you had to dish out and heard the time being counted down I knew that if I’d of just done a couple of small things differently, I’d be listening to a three count instead of a thirty second count down of the time allotment on our match. But, I’m not just gonna talk the talk… No, I want the opportunity one last time to walk the walk… I want to face you… One… More… Time!"
The crowd erupts as Drew kinda sighs. Drew shakes his head and reaches down for a microphone which is promptly handed to him.
Drew, "Look Shadow… I like you, really, I do. And I’ve enjoyed our matches… But, sooner or later I’ve gotta move on. Now I beat ya the first time and you came out and you asked me "One More Time"… I said yes… In turn, I beat you a second time. Now I’m not recommending that either match was a walk in the park, they weren’t. You did a tremendous job and you’ve increased your stock with me -And I’d guess probably these people as well- by about ten fold."
The crowd cheers, making Drew look around and nod as they essentially proved his statement.
Drew continues, "But… I can only say yes to these "One More Time" requests but so many times before sooner or later I’ve gotta draw the line and move on to the next challenge. Let’s not forget Shadow, There is one universal goal that every one of us share… One common purpose anybody who ever laces a pair of boots has… To become the heavyweight wrestling champion of the World (crowd cheers)… Neither one of us are going to get any closer to that goal if we don’t branch out and take on some other challengers to continue progressing up the rankings."
Shadow nods, "I can respect that but, There’s no way someone in the decision making seat isn’t paying attention when you and I are out there putting on some of the best damn matches this company has ever seen! (Crowd cheers)… But, I understand your point… So, Let me not ask you for "One More" Match… Instead, let me ask you for One LAST match! You and Me… One on One on the biggest stage PWT has to offer, Immortal Glory. Win, Lose, or draw this is it… at least for a long time to come. No more challenges, No more matches… This will be the final chapter in the Stevenson-Shadow saga. You have my word… What do you say?"
Drew sighs, "I don’t know… I mean, Who knows if anybody even wants to see us go again…"
The crowd instantly erupts and those eruptions head into a chant of : ONE-MORE-TIME! ONE-MORE-TIME! ONE-MORE-TIME! ONE-MORE-TIME! ONE-MORE-TIME!
Drew looks around and Shadow.. Well Shadow joins in the chant…
Shadow, "Listen to em Drew! Listen to the people! ONE MORE TIME! ONE MORE TIME! ONE MORE TIME…"
Drew, "ALRIGHT! SCREW IT! ONE MORE TIME! SHADOW! YOU’RE ON!"
The crowd erupts as Shadow grows a big grin on his face and "Ecstasy for Gold" by Metallica blasts over the PA.
Fecca, "Did ya hear that Eddie?! We’re gonna get a third and final match between these two incredible athletes! I can’t wait!"
Styles, "It’s gonna be epic, no doubt… But when we come back, Two seasoned PWT vets show the world how it’s done as Matt Matlock makes his return to face Damian "The Real Deal" Collins!"
Fecca, "That and so much more are still to come! We’ll Be Right Back!"
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As we start to return we hear an instrumental in the background as we see Damian Collins coming out onto the stage and hear Fecca talking about his grand return. We show clips of Collins VS JJ and show Collins being distracted on the floor by a fan and getting counted out… We progress to clips of Collins facing Walker with JJ at ringside… We see DC trying to show boat to JJ and JJ talking some smack and giving DC The "Talk to the Hand" gesture from the commentary table… We watch DC turn right into a debilitating low blow from Walker drawing the match to it’s conclusion…We fade on DC’s wounded and enraged face…
As we head back to the ring we hear Fecca say, "Well folks… Damian Collins return has not been what he hoped for thus far and at every turn, Jessica Jones has been there to throw it right in the former World Champion’s face."
Styles, "As well she should. Let’s face it Fecca, Collins is a paper champion anyway. He’s always been 90 percent hype, ten percent action."
Fecca, "I’d strongly disagree with that estimate…"
Styles, "And you’d be wrong. What else is new?"
With that said "Born With Nothing, Die With Everything" by Papa Roach begins blasting over the PA.
Fecca, "Folks, as Matlock get’s ready to make his return here we’d like to remind everyone that we’ll be venturing on a small Shockwave Tour after Immortal Glory. April Third we’ll be at the Conseco Field House in Indianapolis Indiana… April Seventeenth we invade the Nationwide Arena in Columbus Ohio… May First Flyer fans, we’re at the Mellon Arena in Pittsburg Pennsylvania and our final stop before we head back home to Michigan is May fifteenth when we hit the HSBC Arena in Buffalo New York. Folks, If we’re headin to an area near you I assure you that you will not wanta miss all the action of a PWT Live event, especially when that event is Shockwave! Tickets are going fast but still available in all four of those major cities."
By now Matlock’s made it on the stage. He begins heading down the ramp as Sabrina announces, "The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a ten minute time limit… Introducing first from Cape Brenton Island Nova Scotia Canada at a weight of 279 pounds… MATT MATLOCK!"
Matlock rounds the corner and begins heading up the steps as the Immortal Glory logo slams down in the middle of the screen…
Fecca, "Well folks, Shockwave is proudly presented tonight in part by PWT’s Immortal Glory. Live two weeks from tomorrow on Pay Per View, you’re not gonna wanta miss it… Call your Cable or Satellite provider to day to pre order this historic Pay Per View event."
The IG logo disappears and in it’s place drops a logo for Arbys…
Styles, "And Arby’s! Up late? Arby’s is open till two am! Em-em… Bobby… I’m Thinkin’ Arby’s!"
The Arby’s logo fades and in it’s place comes a logo for Butterfinger
Fecca, "And finally, Crispity Crunchity Peanut Buttery Butterfinger! Nobody had better lay a finger on my butterfinger!"
Styles, "Yeah, and that’s not just a sales pitch… I’m lucky I’m not missin my hand! Geesh Bobby!"
Fecca, "What can I say, I loves me my Butterfingers."
Matlock’s in his corner with a "Pfft" look toward the stage as we fade back toward said stage…
With that "NJ Legion Iced Tea" by A Day To Remember begins blasting over the PA as the crowd cheers.
Fecca, "And here’s the champion of misfortune as of late in Damian Collins… It’s been confirmed that he’s going to meet Jessica Jones at Immortal Glory for the Titanium Championship but, you have to imagine he’d feel much better about that pending championship venture if he could erase some of his misfortune here tonight against Matt Matlock.
DC heads down the ramp in a less playful mood than normal as Sabrina announces, "And now, from Salt Lake City Utah… Damian Collins!"
DC jogs the rest of the way and slides into the ring as Matlock darts over and begins laying the stomps to the "Real Deal". Mitch Roberts immediately calls for the opening bell.
Fecca, "This one has quickly gotten underway as Matlock wastes no time jumping on his adversary."
DC fights his way up to his feet through the kicks and punches but his back’s against the ropes. Matlock grabs him by the wrist and goes to shoot him off but Collins reverses… He looks to Irish whip Matlock but he never let’s go of Matlock’s wrist. Instead he draws him back, Leaps up and BAM! A Short Arm RKO Draws an eruption from the crowd.
Fecca, "WHAT?!"
Collins aggressively covers Matlock as Roberts slides down ……………ONE………TWO………THREE!
The bell sounds as Fecca declares, "Holy Toledo! Damian Collins just beat Matlock in under a minute! You wanta talk about sending a message?!"
DC shoots up as Matlock holds his neck and begins rolling toward the ropes. DC leaps up onto the bottom rope facing the entrance way and starts pointing toward the back talking smack.
Fecca, "Ya gotta believe Collins' essentially telling all of his doubters -Miss Jones surely included- where to stick it."
The curtain moves and without theme music steps Jessica Jones in a pair of light blue hip hugger jeans and a black spaghetti strap top… Her championship is wrapped around her slender waist as she mockingly applauds Collins quick victory.
Styles, "He may wanta watch himself before he tells Jessica Jones to "Stick" anything. Damian Collins just got his first real win in years… In contrast, Jessica Jones hasn’t lost a match since August."
Suddenly the lights go out as crimson lights begin pulsating to "Sounds of Madness" by Shinedown…
Fecca, "Again?! What in the World is going on?!"
The red spot lights begin sweeping the arena as the crowd’s going wild in the dark atmosphere.
Fecca, "For the last month and some change these bizarre happenings have occurred while Jessica Jones has been out here… She’s had mirrors shatter in her face, Two weeks ago the commentary monitor shattered in her face… This music always plays, the lights always go wild and none of us… None of us have a damn clue as to what’s going on around here."
Styles, "I don’t know but whatever it is, it has to be a bit unsettling for the Titanium Champion."
Fecca, "I’m sure it is. Folks, We’ve gotta pay some bills… Don’t go anywhere. When we get back it’s non-blood sibling rivalry coming to a boiling point as Kim Pain heads into action with the always enigmatic Javen…"
As "Sound of Madness" continues and the lights continue to sweep we head to the break.
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Shockwave returns from commercial break with "Black Sheep" by Saliva playing over the speakers. In the irng already we have Javen in a corner. He's leaning back as Plague is on the apron trying to convince him not to have this match. Javen is hearing none of it as Sabrina makes his introduction.
Sabrina: This next match is scheduled for ONE FALL! Introducing first, already in the ring, from Jackson, Tennessee......JAAAAAY-VEN!
The music fades as Regret helps Plague off the apron.
Fecca: This next match folks has come about after Javen opened his mouth two weeks ago and figuratively stook his foot in it. It was he and Kim Pain taking on Duke Andrews and Whysper. And well Javen...
Styles: Spoke the truth. Women can't go around wrestling for men's championships.
Fecca: And what about Jessica Jones?
Styles: Well there's nobody man enough right now to challenge her for the title.
Fecca rolls his eyes.
Fecca; Anyways folks, Javen made some derogatory remarks about the role of women in this business. Kim took exception to those comments and tried to wrestle the tag match on her own. She did quite well throughout the match, but Javen would tag himself in and steal the victory after Duke had clobbered Whysper.
Styles: Yeah and that's when Kim attacked Javen with a kick to the jewels!
Fecca: Yes she did, and followe dthat up with a "Pain-Killer". That has led to this match with both believe will make them next in line for a Peoples title match.
Lights flicker as the song "Born to Raise Hell" by Motorhead starts and Kimberly appears walking out of the curtain.. She stands motionless on the stage looking over the booing crowd...Well mostly booing crowd. Kim is actually getting quite a few cheers from members of our female audience.
Sabrina : Making her way to the ring from the City of Lost Angels... Kimberly Pain..
She taunts the crowd before slowly and methodically making her way down the ramp and towards the ring ignoring the boos and even the cheers from the crowd.. She slides into the ring looking at all sides before standing up.. Inside the ring she just waits for the bell to ring to start the match..
Fecca: Our female audience clearly behind Kim tonight. Meanwhile everyone still seems to hate Javen.
Richards calls for the bell and we're underway. Javen and Kim meet up in the center of the ring and start talking. It looks as if Javen is pointing at the mat and telling Kim to lay down for him. He smacks his right hand into his left three times, implicating he's going to pin Kim. However instead of listening to Javen's instructions Kim shoves him away! He turns his back trying to calm down.
Styles; What's her problem?
Fecca: Javen telling Kim to lay down so he can make a quick an easy pin, she obviosuly has no intentions of doin that.
Styles: Women are so unappreciative Bobbsie. Javen tries to take it easy on her and she shoves him.
Unable to keep his cool Javen snaps around....into some vicious forearm shots from Kim! His head is snapping back like a Pez dispenser as Kim drives Javen into the corner. She climbs up on the middle rope and looks out over teh crowd holding her fist up. Our lady fans are cheering her on. Kim nods and starts rianing down on Javen's forehead with her right hand. The fans counting each one off.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
SIX!
SEVEN!
EIGHT!
NIN-BOOOO!
Javen shoves Kim off the rope to her back. However she hits the mat and rolls right through back to her feet! There's a look of shock on Javen's face before he flies out of the corner. Javen thinking clothesline but Kim drops and delivers a drop toehold! Javen scrambles over to the ropes and grabs them while getting up. he hooks his right arm under the topa nd turns around into a standing dropkick from Kim! Up an over the top rope goes Javen! He hits the apron and rolls off to the thinnly padded floor.
Fecca: Pain like a house of fire unloading on Javen!
Styles: Come on Javen! You're not just fighting for yourself but men everywhere sick an tired of equal oppurtunity!
On the outside javen is pushing hismelf up with some ringside fans laughing at him. He gets up, facing them, and telling them to shut their mouthes. But of course they keep antagonizing Javen so he has to just turn back to the ring. When he does Kim is waiting. She grabs the top rope and jumps into the air, as she comes down she sends her legs under the bottom rope planting her feet in Javen's mid-section! He goes stumbling backwards into the ringside barricade. Kim rolls out under the bottom rope and delivers a stinging chop that wakes Javen up.
WOOOOOOOO
Another one!
WOOOOOOOO
There's no interest from Javen in taking anymore of those. He shoves Kim away and starts to walk in the opposite direction. Kim though grabs Javen by the arm and whips him back around. SMACK! A third chop echoes through the arena. Seeking refuge again Javen reaches out and rakes Kim's eyes
Fecca: Aw come on! That's uncalled for.
Styles: Hey you let someone deliver chops like that to you Bobbsie. And then I wanna hear you be too high an mighty to create distance by any means necessary.
Javen looks down at his chest which is red now from the chops. He glares at Kim wiping ehr eyes. Javen comes over and gives her a knee to the mid-section as he grabs the back of her head. Kim is then lead to the apron where Javen looks to bounce her face off of. And he tries, but Kim puts her hands on the apron blocking it. She fires an elbow to Javen's stomach and then slams HIS face into it! Then a second and third time! Finally Kim rolls Javen back into the ring. She climbs up on teh apron
Fecca: Referee Jim Richards very lenient here in this match. It would appear he wants to see a winner.
Kim grabs the top rope while Javen hold shis forehead trying to clear out the cob-webs. KP then flips herself over the top rope landing a variation of a senton splash on Javen! She makes a pin but is only able to collect a count of two before Javen kicks out. They're both up quickly with Kim trying to kick Javen in the gut. He catches the foot and starts laughing. Well, that is, until Kim nails him with an inziguri kick! Javen flips through the kick and lands on his back. He immediately rolls to his side towards the ropes. Javen ending up on the middle rope in perfect position for a 619. However Kim isn't going for that. She puts a knee between Javen's shoulders pushing his throat into the rope as she grabs it an pulls upwards.
Styles: Why don't you say something about this cheating?
Fecca: That is indeed against the rules and it looks like Richards is calling for he rto release that hold.
Yes he is folks. Richards is admonishing Kim Pain buts he couldn't careless. So he starts the count. ONE!.......TWO!.......THREE!.......FOUR!.........F-Kim lets go and steps away just before five. Javen gets up coughing and turns around into a spinning heel kick. He's down and Kim heads up to the top. Richards has his back turned seeing if Javen is ok afte rteh choking. With this oppurtunity Regret reaches up and grabs Kim's ankle making her front flip off the top into teh ring!
Fecca: Dammit! Wait! I think Richards saw it on the tron!
Richards turns around wild-eyed at Regret. He apparently did see that on the tron! To a roar of approval from the fans Richards ejects Regret from ringside! And for good measure Plague is sent with him!
Fecca: Yes!
Styles: What the hell?! Plague didn't even do anything!
Javen realizes he can't do anything about Plague and Regret getting sent away. So he goes after Kim, pulling her to her knees. From that position KP brings her arm up delivering a painful uppercut to those McMillion family jewels! Javen yelps as he falls to his knees. KP gets up to her feet now and slaps the taste out of Javen's mouth!
Styles: You talk uncalled for? That is uncalled for!
Kim brings Javen back to his feet and pushes him into a corner. She goes to whip him out but Javen reverses sending Kim hard into the corner! KP stumbles out and Javen mows her down with a big clothesline. he hold shis junk for a moment, still in some pain, before starting to stomp away at Kim. He finally pulls Kim up long enough to connect with a ddt. Javen makes a nonchalant pin and gets only a one and a half for it.
Fecca: Pins like that will never get you a win over a fighter like Kim Pain.
Styles: I'll give her that one. That girl is tougher than a two dollar steak.
When kicking out o fteh pin Kim rolled to her stomach to advoid another pin attempt. Javen though reaches down an grabs Kim's wrists, pulling her arms behind her. He also pulls enough til Kim is on her knees. That's when he put a foot between her shoulders and shoved forward, sending Kim facefirst back into the mat! She hits and immeidately rolls over holding her face. Kim sits up holding her face and that was the moment Javen was waiting on. He locks on a reverse chinlock and jerks Kim to her feet. She uses this chance to drop back down delivering a jawbreaker to Javen. He flails back to the ropes holding his jaw.
Fecca: Some seperation created there by Kim. She's got to find a way to capitialize.
Javen gets to Kim as she's getting up from delivering the jawbreaker to him. She turns right into him scooping her up and hitting a Michinoku driver. You'd suspect somebody would take this chance to pick up the victory. But not our Javen folks. Kim is down on the mat as Javen limps around from the abuse he’s taken through out the contest. Javen starts pointing at Pain as he says, "SEE! THAT’S WHY WOMEN SHOULD WRESTLE WOMEN! THIS IS A MAN’S WORLD BEH-BEH!"
The crowd’s booing as Fecca says, "Well, Javen got Kim down with the Michinoku Driver but… Why he didn’t follow it up with a pin I just can’t understand."
Styles,
"He’ll pin her when he feels like it. He’s making a point right now!"
Fecca,
"He’s making a mistake, That’s what he’s making. He’s wasting valuable time."
Styles, "
Bah, What do you know, How much match experience do you have?"
Fecca,
"About as much as you do."
Styles,
"Hey! I wrestled Jerry Lawler!"
Fecca,
"And I wrestled WallStreet…"
Styles,
"Hmm… I’ll never mention the WallStreet thing again if you never mention the Lawler thing again."
Fecca,
"………… Deal."
Back in the ring Javen arrogantly swaggers toward Kim Pain. He reaches down to grab her but as he does she quickly wraps him up and rolls him over with the small package as Richards slides into place ………………One……………Two……………Three!
The Bell sounds as Javen kicks out a second too late with a look of shock on his face. Pain’s theme strikes the PA as Sabrina announces, "Here is your winner…… KIM PAIN!"
The crowd’s going wild as Fecca exclaims, "Possum! Pain was playin Possum and she got him Hook, Line and Sinker!"
Styles,
"GAH! Just like a woman to be deceitful and devious to get what she wants!"
Pain stands up as Richards raises her arm in the air… In the corner of our screen we notice something going on in the crowd. We don’t pay it much mind till we see bodies fly over the barricade.
Fecca, "Kimberly Pain Has won this contest and… Wait… They’re STILL at it?!"
Duke and Whysper roll into the ring, seemingly having brawled all the way around the arena and now back to the ring via the crowd. Duke draws back looking for a clothesline on Whysper but Whysper ducks and Kim turns right into Duke’s clothesline.
Fecca, "Oh! Duke lookin for a big shot on Whysper but he got Kim Pain instead!"
Javen points at Kim and starts laughing but, since he likes Javen about as much as he likes Duke, Whysper decides it’d be a good time to floor him… WHAM! A big forearm across the jaw sends Javen back on his as the crowd erupts.
Fecca, "These rivalries have all intertwined themselves and it’s become sheer pandemonium!"
Whysper starts talking a lil smack to Javen but not for very long as Duke grabs him by the waist band of his pants and his neck and throws him to the floor via the ropes. Duke shakes his head and turns around… SMAAAAAAACK! Kim Pain darts, leaps up and cross body’s him right up over the top rope making the crowd erupt.
Fecca, "Good lord! Kim Pain just used her body as a weapon!"
Javen’s back to his feet pointing holding his jaw as he looks down at what’s going on… Kim suddenly spins around and yanks him out of the ring by his ankles making the crowd cheer some more.
Fecca, "Well Regret and Plague got ejected earlier for trying to interject themselves in the Pain/Javen contest and now Javen’s been sucked into this four way brawl with out any of his trusty back up!"
Styles, "This has been one of the wildest nights I can remember and Bobby… We’re not even done!"
Fecca, "Not even close… When we come next Jimmy Stryker takes to the ring in one on one action with Nosferatu… The Femme Fatale Evening Gown Melee Photo Op is still to come and… Our HUGE Main Event between the number one contender to the world’s title and the Titanium Champion…Xavier Homicide verses Jessica Jones! Dah! We’ll be right back!"
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Shockwave returned from commercial in the backstage area. The camera pans the hallway showing a door labeled "Staff"...the door opens right as the camera zooms in...Ken Mitchell steps out pulling the door shut. He hasn't taken two steps when a voice freezes him in his tracks.
"Speaking of Novacaine it was also announced that he would be transitioning back into active competition on the PWT roster. Lately though Nova has been voicing his displeasure at a lack of repsect he feels that he's been shown."
Mitchell turns around slowly to see the last man he ever wanted to come face to face with in a vacant hallway. NovaCaine stands there holding a sheet of paper that he looks up from and smirks.
"Good Evening Mister Mitchell...So glad I caught you before you left the building"
Mitchell's brain is telling him to run, but his legs obviously aren't getting the message. Nova walks towards Mitchell waving around the sheet of paper. " I printed off a copy of your latest column on PWT.com. Normally I skip your ass kissing crap in favor of that fat fool Bert Busch...He looks like the drunken next door neighbor that never mows his lawn and scares your children with his open robe, beer gut appearance but at least the guy speaks with a set of testicles he didn't borrow from his Pappy, unlike you....Now where was I in your little witty prose here"
Nova scans the paper and begins to read again" Well right now I'd like to apologize to all the fans that read this lil column." Nova stops reading and looks up' I would apologize to people too for making them read this biased bullshit...Do they pay you to insert your own little opinions Ken or is that something you think you can get away with by hiding behind your little computer screen...Lets read some more shall we?"
Nova reads again" I've been with PWT for about five years now and I've seen the things Nova has done here. They're truly despicable acts." Nova again looks up stepping closer to Mitchell cornering him near the wall. " Despicable acts? What was so despicable Ken? Was it saving this company from that doped up canadian sleeze bag? Was that despicable Ken or maybe it was showing the world the true ChriSTAIN Michaels? Was it despicable to show the world that he would much rather have a gold strap than his wife and daughter? Ohhh I know what was despicable Ken, it was giving people like Kim Pain and Nosferatu a purpose...Or maybe turning Javen into Mister Savior instead of a panty sniffing trailer troll...Tell me Ken...Tell me what was so despicable buddy?"
Nova steps right in close to Mitchell now pinning him to the wall giving Ken an up close and personal look at the the heartless eyes of a true monster. Nova looks back down to the paper reading the last of Mitchell's words" And so I choose not to reward that man with anymore mentioning than I have to give him. When there's news involving him I'll report it, but I'm not going to dedicate my entire article to scum like that. I'm sorry but that's just who I am."
Nova bursts into laughter, but not the kind of ha-ha jovial laughter of a normal person...This laughter has a hint of sadistic ideas swirling around in the brain of man known as the Cancer. " Scum am I Ken? Well I'm going to tell you what I'm going to do...I'm going to give you some news to report on me. "
Nova tilts his head upwards gesturing with his hands" Newsflash...NovaCaine beats weasely reporter into a coma. How does that sound Ken? Sound like something newsworthy to you?"
Mitchell stutters and stammers" Look, I don't want any trouble"
Nova smirks" Well I'm afraid that's too late...You talk about me and I deposit your teeth in your colon....Sorry Kenny,but that's just who I am"
Nova grabs Ken by the throat with Ken struggling to get free but the size and weight advantage are no match for him. Nova crumbles up the piece of paper shoving it in his mouth" You will be the first weasel to literally eat your words"
Nova rears back ready to deliver some serious pain when his arm is suddenly grabbed and he is spun away from Mitchell....Left....Right...Left....The punches send Nova reeling backwards as the crowd out in the arena erupts causing the echo throughout the building. Nova stumbles backwards as Damian Devir aka Nosferatu comes into view. " I have had enough of you Caine!!!"
Nosferatu connects with another series of shots before Nova starts to block some shots and throwing some of his own shots. Finally security shows up on the scene breaking up the brawl with Nova screaming at Damian.
"I warned you Damian...I WARNED YOU!!!"
"BRING IT CAINE!!! "
The show cuts back to ringside.
Fecca" Nosferatu just did what everyone around here has been wanting to do for years and cleaned Nova's clock for him"
Styles" You mean he stuck his nose where it doesn't belong...Again. This punk just can't learn"
Fecca" He was stopping Nova from attacking Ken Mitchell. The man is a shameless thug"
Styles " I don't like Mitchell either."
Fecca "Not Mitchell!!! That scum bucket NovaCaine."
Styles " You better watch your mouth, just like Nosferatu better watch his back. You gotta respect the Cancer"
Fecca " Not in this life... The fact is though, Nova’s almost just been continuing the theme of tonight’s show. It has been wild tonight and I attribute a lot of that to the fact that our return to Pay Per View is RIGHT around the corner…
Styles, "You’re not kidding… Fifteen days from today and Hey, You wanta talk about crazy… How about that four way brawl before the break?!"
Fecca, "Kimberly Pain, Javen, Whysper and Duke all deeply involved in an insane four way rivalry and it seems that during the break as the four were being peeled off of each other… Brooks came up with a way for these four to work out their qualms… Live at Immortal Glory in fifteen days they’ll all compete in a Fatal Four way for the PWT People’s title!"
Styles, "That’s huge!"
"I Made It" blares over the PA system. The arena lights go black and strobing red lights start flashing on the stage, ramp, and ring. Red pyro sparks fly across the stage in front of the curtain. Nosferatu walks out through them and stands on the stage with his arms in the air and fists clenched. He walks toward the ramp, acknowledging the fans along the way. Once at the ring, he removes his sword from his belt and sets it by the stairs. He slides into the ring under the bottom rope. He then hangs off of the top rope with his legs wrapped around it and his head pointed at the floor outside.
“Standing in the ring, NOSFERRAAATUUUU.”
"Right Now" by Korn hits as black, white and blue spotlights flicker all over the area. Out from the guillera curtains, walks the Legendary Jimmy Stryker. He is seen dressed in black jeans, boots, and a white t-shirt on. Jimmy then looks around at the crowd, who continues to let him feel the heat that they generate towards him. Jimmy then smiles, as he soaks in the hatred. He then makes his way down the steel rampway, as he then quickly slides to the inside of the ring, where he then is seen making his way to each corner of the ring, as he raises a smile on his face, while on each corner as the fans continue to feed him boo's. Jimmy then drops to the mat, and kisses the necklace that is around his neck, and he then bends over watching his opponent with pure intent.
“And his opponent, he is THEE Legendary Icon… JIMMY STRRRYYYKKKEEEERRRR.”
The referee signals for the bell as Nos quickly charges in at Jimmy throwing a very quick offense of punches and kicks. Jimmy manages to push Nos back but Nos quickly hits a dropkick to the knee of Jimmy dropping him down to one knee. As he fell, Nos hit the ropes and rebounded back sending a dropkick right to the face of Jimmy as he hooked the leg looking for a quick win here.
One…
Two…
Jimmy quickly powered out.
Fecca- Nosferatu with some fast paced action to keep Jimmy down here.
Styles- He better bring an army if he wants to defeat Jimmy.
As Jimmy was getting to his feet, Nos immediately went on the attack again but, Jimmy grabbed him by the throat and tossed him backwards. As Nos rolled backwards, he was quick to get up and as he charged in at Jimmy with great speed, Jimmy brought his leg up hitting a huge big boot which completely flattened Nos.
Styles- And now Jimmy is in control, JUST LIKE THAT…
Fecca- I wouldn’t be mocking our Heavyweight Champion.
Jimmy bent down picking Nos up to his feet as he immediately put him in a tight bear hug. Nos started screaming in pain, he reached over trying to grab the ropes but he couldn’t reach as the bear hug was really torquing at his spine.
Fecca- Nosferatu looking bad off here.
Styles- Of course, he’s facing THEE Legendary Icon.
The fans started clapping as Nos was beginning to fade. The referee grabbed his arm and lifted it up, it fell once…
He grabbed his arm again, it fell a second time…
He grabbed his arm a third time, it fell, WAIT, Nos clinched a fist as he started fighting back. He started punching Jimmy in the face repeatedly until the bear hug was almost broke. Nos headbutted Jimmy which dropped him to one knee. After regaining his composure, he ran back to the ropes and as he came running back, Jimmy tried a huge clothesline but Nos saw it coming as he ducked under it and jumped off of the rope springboarding over to Jimmy where he caught him with a huge hurricanranna variation taking Stryker down. Jimmy got up quickly as Nos put him back down with a dropkick.
Fecca- Nosferatu picking up momentum here.
As Jimmy got back to his feet, Nos charged forward but was caught by a huge back breaker but wait, Nos used his great agility to counter that into a headscissor takedown as everybody started cheering like crazy. Nosferatu screamed as he was pumped up as suddenly from behind, Nova entered the ring and started beating the crap out of Nos. The referee signaled for the bell.
“The winner of the match by disqualification, NOSFERRATUUUU.”
Jimmy just shrugged it off like he didn’t seem to care. Nova tossed Nos out of the ring as both men started fighting back to the back.
Fecca, "AWE COME ON! Nova just ruined this contest and… Wait… Why are the fans cheering?!"
We see someone in a white tank top and a pair of old scruffy blue jeans jump the barricade and slide into the ring behind Jimmy…
Fecca, "That’s…"
Stryker turns and WHAM! A big right hook catches him by surprise and has him staggering back. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! A series of shots have him against the ropes. Kasey darts back a few feet, then lunges forward and SMAAAAACK! A big clothesline sends him up and over the top rope to the floor.
Crowd: ROCK-STAR! ROCK-STAR! ROCK-STAR! ROCK-STAR! ROCK-STAR! ROCK-STAR! ROCK-STAR!
Fecca, "ROCKSTAR KEVIN KASEY! He’s just jumped the barricade and sent Stryker reeling!"
Styles, "SECURITY! SECURITY!
Stryker pushes himself up on the floor, clearly livid as Kasey paces the ring, his chest pumping and his nostrils flaring as he begs for Stryker to come on back in the ring. Stryker starts demanding a microphone and a stage hand quickly delivers as he stands on the floor in front of the ramp.
Stryker, "HELL NO! Security! Get this guy out of here! Back to jail with him! How do ya like that? Your big Hero doing time twice in the same month! Come on you security bums! I know you’re slow but get this jerk off out of here!"
Kasey, "Don’t hold your breath Jimmy, they’re not comin!"
Stryker, "Hey?! Who gave the old fan a microphone?!"
Kasey, "The same people that gave me this."
Kasey withdraws some rolled up papers from his back jean pocket. He throws the packet of papers over the rope to Stryker as he says, "Keep it, I’ve got a copy…"
Stryker, "Keep what? A copy of what? I don’t want your medical supply store list! Security! What’d I say?!"
Kasey laughs slightly and sarcastically, "That’s cute… That’s no shopping list Jimmy… That’s a CONTRACT…"
The crowd erupts already as Stryker’s jaw drops just slightly…
Stryker, "Whoa, Whoa, Whoa…"
Crowd: ONE MORE MATCH! ONE MORE MATCH! ONE MORE MATCH! ONE MORE MATCH!
Kasey, "You wanta take me out Stryker?! You feel this place isn’t big enough for the both of us?! Well here’s your chance! Fifteen days from tonight… LIVE At Immortal Glory… You, and Me… And if you think you’re man enough to the Rockstar’s music… Well daddy, you bring the censorship, I’ll bring the music and we’ll see who wins out."
Stryker snarls, "You’re making a mistake! I’ll end your pathetic career! I’ll break you Kasey! You WILL… NOT… WALK!"
Kasey, "You think so?! That’s good because you’re right… One of Us WON’T Walk out of this match because it’s a Last Legend Standing!"
The crowd erupts as Fecca says, "WHAT?! … I… Kasey… Think about this for a minute…"
Kasey, "Bring it… Bring it All Stryker… because I promise ya big man, I’m not just gonna Rock-N-Roll All Night long… I’ma Rock-N-Roll right into………. Immortal Glory!"
"Sweet Child O’ Mine" by Guns and Roses begins blasting over the PA as the crowd continues chanting "ROCK-STAR".
Fecca, "I don’t believe it… I just… I DON’T BELIEVE IT!"
We fade on the Ring to floor stare down between Kasey and Stryker.
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The cameras return focused on Bobby Fecca and Eddie Styles down at ringside.
Fecca, "If you’re just joining us, what a Shockwave it has been thus far. Folks, Immortal Glory is a mere fifteen days away and I’m blown away at the card we’ve got thus far…"
Styles, "Yeah, How about just finding out that Kevin Kasey’s returning to action AGAIN to go one on one with Jimmy Stryker?!"
Fecca, "Unbelievable… The Entire Immortal Glory Card is unbelievable…"
"Break" by Three Days Grace suddenly hit’s the PA as we switch to a white and gold Immortal Glory hype background. In that background we see Javen, Kim Pain, Duke Andrews, and Whysper.
Fecca, "We found out a little while ago that Duke Andrews will defend his PWT People’s championship in Fatal Fourway action as Javen, Whysper, and Kimberly Pain all look to settle scores with one another and obtain -Or in Duke’s case *Retain*- PWT Gold as they do so."
Styles, "Well if you think that’s gonna be anything less than A pier six brawl I recommend you back up your Tivo about twenty minutes ago when they were all pummeling the crap out of each other."
The background remains but the performers change to Nosferatu and NovaCaine.
Fecca, "Speaking of a pier six brawl, This one isn’t gonna be a Jack Brisco/Ric Flair mat classic either… Nosferatu looks to defend the honor of Kimberly Pain against the sadistic and masochistic NovaCaine who’s making his return to the PWT Ring for the first time in a very long time."
Change them out for Shadow and Stevenson drawing a big set of cheers from the crowd…
Styles, "Talk about a complete change in pace… Neither of the aforementioned bouts are gonna be mat classics as Bobby pointed out but this… this very well may be. Shadow and Stevenson have pushed each other to new heights twice now, can they do it again? We’ve been told there will be no time restraints, they’ll be able to go just as long as they think they can… Can Shadow finally defeat the Emerald or will Drew Stevenson show Shadow and the rest of the world why he is arguably the best mat technician in the game today?"
Switch to a graphic showing Damian Collins and Jessica Jones.
Fecca, "Jessica Jones has been on fire, not losing a single match since August of 2009. In contrast, Damian Collins has returned from a long hiatus and until tonight, he wasn’t looking quite as impressive as we remembered. Tonight he sent a huge message when he beat the seasoned vet Matt Matlock in thirty three point four seconds … Certainly he won’t beat Jessica Jones that quickly but, it’s not about the speed of the win, it’s just about getting the win. Can he be the fire extinguisher to Jessica’s hot streak and recapture PWT Titanium gold or, will Jessica Jones continue taking the world by storm and retain against the former PWT World’s champion Damian Collins?"
Images of Kasey and Stryker come in drawing a huge eruption from the fans…
Styles, "Oh Baby! We just found out moments ago… The Rockstar Kevin Kasey coming back One More Time! This huge rivalry between he and Jimmy Stryker has exploded fast and heavy, quickly becoming one of the most intense in recent memory. Now, Live at Immortal Glory it’s gonna be Legend verses Legend and guess what?"
Fecca, "What?"
Styles, "It’s A Last Legend Standing Match! Stryker said this place isn’t big enough for the both of em so they’re gonna go till one of em simply can’t go no mo!"
And to the biggest eruption yet, Xavier and Michaels take the screen…
Fecca, "And in what some are expecting to be the best one on one main event since Van Dam/Michaels in September of 2008, Christian Michaels puts it all on the line as he defends his PWT Heavyweight championship against Xavier Homicide… The stakes have never been higher for Christian Michaels and prize has never been bigger for Xavier Homicide… Can the protegee of Michaels arch nemesis Van Dam pick up right where David left off offering Michaels his toughest matches and, perhaps, decrowning the undethronable King of the professional Wrestling world for nearly the last year or… Will Christian Michaels strike down yet another challenger to the throne further cementing his legacy as perhaps the greatest world’s champion of the modern era? There’s only one way to find out… Order LIVE on Pay Per View! It starts at eight pm, seven central, LIVE On Sunday March twenty first from the Angel Arena here in Grand Rapids! You Don’t Wanta Miss It!"
Finally the music fades as we fade to the ring which has been set up to look like a photography studio. There’s bright lights, umbrellas for shading and what not as well as a camera set on a tripod with a photographer standing behind it in all black garb.
Fecca, "Well if ya noticed we failed to advertise The Evening Gown Melee, that’s because we’re about to take the advertising photo for that event right now!"
Styles, "Ho baby! I can’t wait! Bring on the Femme Fatales!"
Suddenly "Just A Swingin" by John Anderson begins playing over the PA as a video for Brooks begins playing.
Styles, "Gah! He better not be in an Evening gown!"
The curtain moves and we are just as relived as Styles that Jonathan Brooks is sporting a typical business suit and his trademark Bristol hat.
Sabrina, "Ladies and Gentlemen, Please welcome by way of Memphis Tennessee the President of Professional Wrestling Today… Jonathan Brooks!"
Brooks shakes the occasional hand on either side of the ramp as he makes his way down.
Fecca, "March twenty first… An all time low price of fourteen ninety nine for what will promise to be one of the vest best events in Industry history as Immortal Glory four takes stage. I can not stress enough how pivotal this event will be. We’ll have some surprise guests, the very best wrestling you can find anywhere and folks… You know as much as I do that you never can predict what might happen at any PWT Event but, ESPECIALLY A PWT Pay Per View event."
Brooks rounds the corner and begins climbing the steps, grabbing the ring post and climbing up onto the ring. Brooks wipes off his shoes on the ring apron and enters between the ropes. His music slowly fades as he takes the center of our Photo Studio/Ring.
Brooks, "Ladies and Gentlemen… It is with great anticipation that I come to you here tonight… I understand that none of you are watching this looking to see me so, Let’s get right to the meat and potatoes of this little photo session… Ladies and Gentlemen… Please join me in welcoming YOUR Immortal Glory Four Femme Fatale Evening Gown Melee Participants!"
"Break" by Three Days Grace hit’s the PA again as the curtain starts moving and the ladies begin coming out one after another… Teresa Walker, Hope Rivers, Arianna Claire Thornhart, Caitlin Fury, New comer Leigha Homicide, Kaydence Starr, Morgan Venom, Sheridan Ferguson, Mika Tanaka, Jana Kaye, Kimberly Johnson and Lori Anne. As they all come into the ring in their robes the fans are swooning.
Styles, "Oh Baby! Oh Baby! OH BABY! This is why I LOVVVVVVE My Job Fecca! LOVE IT! MY JOB! I LOVE IT!"
Fecca chuckles, "Alright man, simmer down."
Styles, "I Can’t help it! Do you know the vile and very "Unrated" things I’d do to some of these women?!"
Fecca, "No but, I’m sure they’d all rest a little easier if you didn’t tell us."
Styles, "Why I’d… I’d… I’d actually leave the tip when I made em pick up the tab at the sizzler!"
Fecca, "You tip?"
Styles, "Well no, not at buffets. Ya do all the work yourself. That’s why I’d be willing to cover the tip at the Sizzler… There’s no need to actually leave one."
Fecca, "And that’s why you’re convinced someone’s spitting in your drinks every time we go out to eat."
Styles, "HEY! I Know what I saw!"
Fecca, "In any event folks, some of the finest women on the planet earth are entering the ring but, make no mistake about it… They are twice as deadly as they are sexy."
Styles, "GAH! Can they be twice as ANYTHING as they are sexy?!"
As the women get situated in the ring, The music begins to fade as Brooks looks on approvingly.
Brooks, "Now, Before we disrobe and take this picture…"
The crowd boos…
Brooks contemplates before a light bulb turns on and he says, "I’m sorry… Misunderstanding… Before *They* disrobe…"
Crowd: WE WANT PUP-PIES! (Clap, Clap, Clap-clap-clap), WE WANT PUP-PIES! (Clap, Clap, Clap-clap-clap), WE WANT PUP-PIES! (Clap, Clap, Clap-clap-clap)…
Brooks, "Just bare with me -No pun intended-… It’ll be worth the wait… There’s one more participant to join the fray on March twenty first…"
The ladies start looking at each other a bit confused…
Crowd: GEOR-GIA-JAMES! GEOR-GIA-JAMES! GEOR-GIA-JAMES! GEOR-GIA-JAMES!
Brooks says, "Ladies and Gentlemen… Please welcome…"
Suddenly the lights begin spinning in various colors as "Ladyboy" by Ru Paul begins blasting over the PA. Brooks seems perplexed as the crowd quiets down a bit…
Fecca, "What in the world…"
The curtain moves and out steps…… Erm… A five-six hundred and fifty pound drag queen? She… erm… I mean He? Eh… *It* begins prancing around the stage. Some people laugh, some boo, but all in all it’s kinda quiet.
Fecca, "I uh…… Yeah……"
Styles, "I Think I just threw up in my mouth a little."
Fecca, "Well uh…… Yeah."
She… Ugh… Bah, Whatever. She/He/It begins sauntering down the ramp.
Fecca, "She… Erm… He… Uh… She? I’m not sure which route’s the politically correct route here but either way, the robe this individual is wearing…… You don’t think that they’re planning to disrobe with the Femme Fatales do ya?"
Styles, "Oh My God! I sure as Hell Hope not!"
Fecca, "Listen, I’m open minded to alternative lifestyles… Whatever you wanta do is on you but uh… This contest is Female division competition."
Styles, "I’m sure you are open minded to alternative lifestyles…"
Fecca, "What are you trying to insinuate?"
Styles, "That you’re pinch hittin for the pink team."
Fecca, "Well then… I guess I have to appreciate your straight forwardness… Although my wife may beg to differ."
It finally gets in between the ropes and shrieks, "I’VE ARRIVED DARLING!"
The music fades as Brooks says, "Umm… I’m sorry… You are?"
It comes over by Brooks and says, "Sultry… Sexy… Seductive… Mysterious… Mystique."
Brooks, "Uhh… Was there a name in there somewhere? Mystique? Is that it?"
Mystique runs a finger down Brooks cheek making him clearly uncomfortable as it says, "Yes baby, say my name…"
Brooks steps back, "Well Ma’am… Sir… Ma’am?"
Mystique, "I’m more woman than anyone in this ring sweetheart (winks)…"
Styles, "Oh yeah, There’s that vomit in the mouth again…"
Brooks, "Well then… You’re not exactly who I was expecting. Perhaps you’d care to devulge why you’re disrupting our process?"
Mystique, "Not disrupting… Joining!"
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Brooks, "………………"
Mystique, "Come on now baby… Let’s not get into discrimination headaches… It’ll be fun!"
Brooks sighs, "Fine, but you better have all of your forign objects appropriately hidden under the ring apron when ya disrobe."
Mystique, "There ya go.. Lighten up…"
She winks and then takes a spot behind the other divas. Brooks shakes it off and says, "Anyway… As I was trying to introduce before…
Crowd: GEOR-GIA-JAMES! GEOR-GIA-JAMES! GEOR-GIA-JAMES! GEOR-GIA-JAMES! GEOR-GIA-JAMES! GEOR-GIA-JAMES! GEOR-GIA-JAMES! GEOR-GIA-JAMES!
Brooks sighs, "Clearly we have a very computer orientated crowd tonight… Regardless, Without further adu… The Only person in PWT history to hold both the Femme Fatale and World Championship… GEORGIA JAMES!"
"Every Chance I Get" by T.I. Begins blasting over the PA as Georgia’s highlight video begins playing. The curtain goes flying to the side as Georgia James comes flying out to a huge ovation.
Fecca, "The Rumors are true! Georgia James is back!"
Georgia has on a robe but unlike the others, she doesn’t wait. She undoes the robe and drops it right there revealing an golden sparkling evening gown.
Fecca, "Good lord… She’s absolutely breath taking!"
She begins down the ramp slapping fans hands as she does… But her music is suddenly interrupted…
"Whoa whoa whoa!"
The fans boo as we see that Caitlin Fury’s gotten a microphone in the ring.
Fury, "Are you serious? Evening Gown or not you *Don’t* wanta get back in the ring with me. I’ll put you out again except, t his time…… It’ll be permanent."
The fans boo as Fecca says, "Whoa, Big words."
Mystique puts a hand on Caitlin’s shoulder, "Hey Now girlfriend, no need for all that hostility…"
Caitlin snaps away, "Don’t touch me… Freak!"
Mystique, "Excuse you?"
Caitlin, "You heard me fruit. Go cry to a shrink about your mommy issues and stay out of my business ."
While Caitlin’s distracted by Mystique though, Georgia’s apparently gotten in the ring behind her… She suddenly hooks her arms from behind making Caitlin drop the mic and grow big eyed… She throws her up in the double chickenwing and then slams her down with a sitout wheel barrow face buster making the crowd erupt.
Fecca, "GLORIFIED TO PERFECTION!"
Georgia pops back up but when she does Kaydence grabs her by the hair and slams her down… Hope spears Kaydence off of Georgia only for Arianna to jump on her… And before we know what’s going on there’s robes flying and women rolling around like a big cartoon brawl with the big cloud of dust and arms and legs flying. Of course we don’t actually have the dust but you get the idea. Brooks hops out of dodge as the ladies are tearing each other’s evening gowns to shreds and knocking down various lights and pieces of equipment making the photographer hopping mad… No, literaly, he’s hopping up and down in anger.
Fecca, "Can this night get any crazier?!"
Styles, "Are you kidding?! We’ve still got our huge Main Event between Jessica Jones and Xavier Homicide and you KNOW Christian Michaels is gonna have something to do with all of that!"
As the Femme Fatales scuffle takes mostly to the floor we can see Morgan Venom in the ring kicking Sheridan Ferguson out under the ropes. She steps back, brushing her hands, then she turns and WHAM! There’s Teresa Walker with a kick to the gut. Referee Mitch Roberts slides in out of no where and calls for the bell as Theresa grabs a side headlock, runs up the ropes and spins out driving her face down with the bulldog.
Fecca, "Wait… What?! We’re heading into a match out of all of this?!"
Styles, "It’s gonna be a breif match, Teresa Walker just hit the ‘Seven Spanish Angels’! Essentially a Tornado Bulldog but trust me, nobody’s getting up from that!"
Teresa hooks the leg as Roberts drops down ………………One……………Two……………Three!
Sabrina, "Here is your winner… Teresa Walker!"
Fecca, "Winner?! I didn’t even realize a match was going on!"
Styles, "Well we had Venom verses Walker on the run sheet for next up…"
Fecca, "Yeah… Well I guess it’s now the last done which means that next up is…… Oh baby!"
We switch to a split screen of Xavier and Jessica walking the hallways toward the Gorilla position in the back as the crowd erupts.
Fecca, "Xavier Homicide! Jessica Jones!"
The split screen get’s glassy and as it does we continue panning back seeing it’s being viewed on the monitor… By who? The crowd erupts as CM’s seen staring very closely at the monitor…
Fecca, "The World champion’s eyes will be locked as his next challenger takes on his arch nemesis… A foe he’s thus far winless against in Jessica Jones… This is our LAST commercial break… We’ll be right back!"
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Finally the cameras return as the bell sounds three times and we slowly fade from a sky view of the crowd to Sabrina Velez standing front and center in a black skirt and classy but still somewhat revealing pink top.
Sabrina, "Ladies and Gentlemen…… The Following contest is scheduled for ONEFALL with a SIXTY Minute Time Limit… It is a Non-title bout and it IS Thee MAIN EVENT!"
The crowd cheers as we fade to a slow pan shot of said fans…
Woooooow… The guitar is struck as "Burn It To The Ground" by Nickelback begins blasting over the PA to a wide array of boos. Our angle fades to the stage just as the curtain’s moving and Jessica Jones is stepping onto the stage. She stands there in her Gold and red flame design halter top, black and red flame design short trunks and black mesh robe… Oh and uh, let’s not forget the PWT Titanium championship around her waist.
She puts her hands on her hips and looks smugly at the booing masses as Sabrina begins, "First… Making her way from Miami Florida… She is the Reigning PWT Titanium Champion……… JeeeeeeeeeeSSSICA… JOOOOOOOOOONES!"
JJ throws her arms up, shooting her palms out to the crowd ala Maryse before she begins sauntering down the ramp.
Styles, "I have been in this business for nearly ten years… I have seen almost everything there is to see, I have been apart of every major event in PWT History… With that in mind, It is my well educated opinion that Jessica Jones…… Is HOT AS HELL! EYE-BOMB-BEES!"
Fecca chuckles slight, "She’s certainly not an eye sore… However, beyond her immaculate exterior is a dark and merciless interior… The interior of a woman who has not suffered defeat since August of 2009... The interior of a woman who has simply dominated her division to this point."
Styles, "And let’s not forget that she’s beat our current number one contender about a gazillion times without ONE Loss returned."
Fecca, "It’s true… One would have an easy argument to support the theory that Jessica Jones has her adversary’s number… However, As with all athletes, professional wrestlers are constantly evolving and changing. Xavier Homicide has come a long ways since his last encounter with Jessica Jones… So far in fact, that he’s become our number one contender and has yet to suffer defeat in this new season of PWT Action."
Styles, "Yet’s the operative word Fecca… We’re mere moments away from seeing his first defeat."
Fecca, "I’d be remiss if I recommended that that wasn’t a very serious possibility… However… I’d be flat out foolish if I counted Xavier Homicide out of anything until that final bell rings."
Jessica climbs the stairs and steps up onto the ring, her usual "Pfft, whatever" look on her face. Jessica bends down and enters between the ropes as the fans continue to boo.
Fecca, " We’ve talked a lot about Xavier’s pending World Title match at Shockwave and the mental effects that contest has probably had on the contender… However, Let’s not forget that Jessica Jones isn’t stress free herself. March twenty first she has one of her biggest Titanium Title defenses to date as she defends against former Titanium champion and World Heavyweight Champion Damian Collins. In addition to that, She’s been the subject of a lot of very bizarre happenings that have to be starting to take their toll on her mental health."
Styles, "Perhaps… It’s actually an interesting situation when ya think about it… On one side of the ring we’re gonna have a guy who has everything to gain in fifteen days… On the other, a woman who has everything to lose in fifteen days… What’s the stronger driving force? The drive to progress to new heights or the drive to prevent yourself from falling from the heights you’ve reached?"
Fecca, "A very interesting perspective… I’d recommend we’re about to find out."
We fade from Jessica hand her title down to a staff member at ringside to the stage as "Undisputed" by Ludacris begins blasting over the PA to a deafening reception…
Fecca, "I swear, Xavier Homicide gets more and more popular every single week."
As Floyd Mayweather concludes his intro the curtain parts and out comes Xavier Homicide bouncing from foot to foot as he throws a couple of jabs and an upper cut before throwing his arms up in the X to a huge ovation.
Fecca, "Xavier Homicide is ready and raring to go! Fifteen days shy of the biggest night of his young career, he looks to avenge a very rare losing streak over our Titanium champion."
Styles, "And let’s not forget that the Titanium title’s how this whole thing started anyway. That was Jay-Jay and X’s first encounter and *that* is where the infamous streak began."
Fecca, "Indeed it is… Now the question is, can Jay Jay continue the streak or will Xavier Homicide finally vanquish the his so-far unvanquishable foe?"
X begins down the ramp as Sabrina announces, "And the opponent… Also making his way from Miami Florida… Weighing in this evening at 246 Pounds… XXXXXXXXXXAVIER…… HOMICIDE!"
X slaps some hands of the fans as Fecca picks back up, "Sunday March twenty first is the date… PWT presents Immortal Glory Four… As we’ve already discussed, both of these grade A Athletes will be in action, JJ defending her Titanium title against Damian "The Real Deal" Collins and Xavier of course challenging Christian Michaels for the PWT World’s Heavyweight championship… In addition, Kevin Kasey makes his long anticipated return to Pay Per View against fellow legend Jimmy Stryker, NovaCaine returns to battle Nosferatu, The People’s title will be determined in a fatal fourway match involving Javen, Whysper, Kim Pain and champion Duke Andrews and Drew Stevenson will go hold for hold one last time with the smurfian haired combatant, Shadow."
Styles laughs, "The "Smurfian Haired Combatant, Shadow"?"
Fecca, "What?"
Styles, "Hey, I can dig it. Although you forgot to mention the most important match."
Fecca, "What’s that?"
Styles, "The Evening Gown Melee baby! WHOO-WHO! I Can’t wait!"
Fecca chuckles, "Well, I’m sure you’re not the only guy looking forward to that bout."
Styles, "Probably the only guy at this table… Did I see you getting Mystique’s number when it was out here?"
Fecca, "I’m not sure my wife would have appreciated that."
Styles, "Don’t think she’d dig the DP?"
Fecca, "DP?"
Styles, "Double…… erm… People… Double People to discuss current events with… Yeah."
Xavier climbs up the stairs and steps between the ropes cautiously. His eyes never leave Jessica’s eyes… Jessica offers a wink and sarcastic kiss in his direction but he shows no response… His face is made of stone as his eyes remain locked on JJ’s.
Fecca, "The tension is thick… The Atmosphere Epic… This… This by all rights is a Pay Per View bout being bright to you LIVE and Free of charge via the number one show in professional wrestling today… PWT Shockwave."
"Undisputed fades as JJ and X keep their eyes locked from opposing corners… No need to explain the rules, no need to waste your breath trying to get these two to bump fists or shake hands… Nope, no need for any of it.. There’s only one thing for the official to do here…… Call for the bell. And that’s exactly what Jim Richards does, getting time keeper Mark Yoats to ring the bell to start this -as Fecca referenced it- epic bout.
Fecca, "There’s the bell and that means we’re officially underway here in Grand Rapids… Hold on to your hats, You’re in for something wilder than any eight second right, I guarantee it."
X and Jessica begin slowly circling each other, their eyes never leaving each other… As they circle they begin slowly closing the gap of space, getting close and closer to each other… Finally the circling concludes as they end up in the center, face to face… Well, sort of considering X is six four and JJ’s five eight.
Fecca, "Eight inches… One Hundred twenty one and one quarter pounds… That is the difference in height and weight between these two competitors. Never the less, Jessica Jones has made a career of being a proverbial giant killer. She has stood toe to toe with -and defeated- the seven foot tall, three hundred pound goliath in Jimmy Stryker… Size will be a factor but, not nearly to the degree that it would be for most people in the same size mismatch situation."
Jessica and X are standing there, X looking down, JJ looking up……… CRAAAAAAACK
Crowd: ooOooOoooOOOooooO
Fecca, "Holy Toledo! Jessica Jones just slapped the taste right out of Xavier Homicide’s mouth!"
X rubs his cheek, his face still turned to the side from the impact of the slap… He nods and turns back to face Jessica. Jessica talks some smack but the extent of any response is the occasional flaring of Xavier’s nostrils. Finally JJ goes for another big right handed slap but X catches her wrist and throws it away with such force that JJ spins around so her back’s facing Xavier. Xavier waist locks the Titanium champion and launches back looking for a release German suplex, however, Jessica flips through and lands on her feet. Seeing X down on the mat from the failed German she darts back to the ropes. X quickly shoots to his chest making JJ abandon whatever she had planned and jump over Xavier as she darts across the ring. Homicide shoots to his feet and watches JJ coming back toward him. X ducks down looking for what would be a massive back body drop but Jessica’s a touch faster than X and leaps over unscathed hooking the thighs and looking for a sunset flip… Xavier shakes his head refusing to be taken over much the same as Duke Andrews did with Jessica earlier… However, instead of attempting to punch JJ as Duke had with Whysper, Xavier reaches down grabbing Jessica by the jaw and pulling her out from between his legs and up to her feet. He quickly wraps an arm around her neck effectively front face locking the non-defending champion before popping her arm over his neck, placing his palm on her thigh and snapping back with a text book snap suplex.
The crowd cheers as Fecca says, "Like I said, Size won’t be as big a factor here as it might be for other size mismatches of the same proportion but it WILL be A Factor never the less."
Jones hit’s the mat and almost bounces straight to her knee off the impact as she holds her lower back. She pushes herself back up and turns right into an uncharacteristic gorilla press from Xavier. The fans start going wild as he holds his much smaller adversary in the air. He finally throws her up but as he does she turns herself around and lands on her feet right behind the pending number one contender. Jessica wraps her arms around his waist locking in a rear waistlock. X grabs her by the wrists, pushes her hands down toward his thighs, then jumps to add some oomph, thus breaking her hold and swinging around to apply a rear waistlock of his own. X darts forward looking to do the deal where ya bounce off the ropes and roll back into a pin but as he does JJ runs up the ropes making X break the waist lock as she leaps and flips back behind the contender, making the Anti-Jones crowd actually buzz a bit in her favor.
Fecca, "What a display of agility and athleticism by our Titanium champion!"
Styles, "Keep an eye out Collins, this is the chickity who’s gonna stomp you into the mud at Immortal Glory!"
Xavier turns and as he does he takes a couple of hard forearms to the chest followed by an attempted Irish whip. Of course he easily reverses based on his size and in turn sends Jessica flying across the ring. JJ hit’s the ropes, darts back, X pops out his hip, takes her up and over and drops on his ass with a big sitout Hip Toss drawing a big pop from the crowd. X rolls around and ends up in a lateral press as Richards slides down ………………One………………Two…… Only two as Jessica Powers out.
Fecca, "Two and a kick out on our first pinfall attempt of the bout."
X shakes his head as Jessica grabs at her back and sits up. She starts to roll to a knee as X walks around behind her. She pushes herself up to her feet and as she does X wraps an arm around her waist, grabs the under area of her thigh, hoists her up, and drops her back with a text book belly to back suplex. Upon hitting said suplex though, the crowd erupts… A lot louder than a back suplex would typically garner.
Fecca, "Xavier with the Belly to Back and this crowd is in a frenzy."
Styles, "I don’t think it was the Belly to Back that got the crowd riled up… Look on the stage."
Sure enough we see X in the ring looking up the ramp… On the stage we see Christian Michaels standing in a pair of blue jeans and a Dallas Blue button up with a Cowboys star over the chest pocket. He has the PWT Championship over his shoulder and he adjusts it slightly… Perhaps because it honestly needs to be adjusted or, more likely, to send a small middle finger toward Xavier. Xavier shakes his head and turns around where he sees Jessica’s to a knee. Referee Jim Richards remains at the ropes and points up the ramp, yelling a barely audible warning to Michaels to make sure he stays out of the match. Just as Richards is turning so he isn’t facing the PW-TV and isn’t yet facing the action, Jessica offers a big upper cut to the nads of the X Man. The crowd boos emphatically as Xavier doubles over, stays doubled over, and then drops to the side. Richards has an idea what may have happened but as he confronts Jessica, she briefly denies the allegation and then ignores her accuser completely.
Fecca, "Xavier allowing Christian Michaels to distract him and unfortunately for the X Man, that’s a very costly mistake against a competitor like Jessica Jones."
Jessica stands up and flips her hair back, a devilish grin on her oh-so Em-EM Good face. The fans boo loudly but Jessica just sticks out her palms on either side, essentially stating they can all talk to the hand. Xavier rolls to his hands and knees, one hand still holding his junk as he takes deep breaths. Xavier starts to push himself up but as he does Jessica shoots to the side ropes, bounces off and just as Xavier’s getting to his feet (still bent over) Jessica snatches his neck and snaps him back to the ground with a well executed neck breaker. The crowd boos as Jessica hooks the far leg.
Fecca, "Spinning neck breaker… One……Two… And only two as Xavier Homicide kicks out with authority."
Indeed he did. The camera switches to Michaels, still standing on the stage, seemingly content to just stand and watch his future opponent in action. Xavier gets back to a knee and starts crawling toward the ropes holding his neck. As he does Jessica’s quick to grab him by the head and drag him the extra inch so his throat’s over the middle rope. She then quickly places her knee across the back of Xavier’s neck pushing his throat down into the rope, applying pressure on the neck with her keen and leaning over the top rope just a little. The crowd boos loudly as Richards rushes over and demands the break …One…Two…Three…Four… Jessica finally breaks at four and backs off with her hands up as Xavier stays over the second rope holding his throat.
Fecca, "From a low blow to a blatant choke on the ropes, Jessica Jones is the queen of cheep street."
Styles, "Really?! Where’s my wallet?!"
Jessica suddenly darts across, hit’s the ropes directly behind Xavier, bounces back, leaps up and hits her butt across X’s shoulders, sliding down his neck and head to her feet on the floor providing another brief choke as her body weight was on his neck… She then turns around and THWACK! A big throat thrust makes Xavier drop back holding his throat. The fans boo louder making JJ turn around and once again offer the near by fans a palm to discuss t heir grievances with as Richards starts yelling from the ring. Jessica rolls her eyes, slides in, and makes a cover on her adversary ………………One………………Two………………… Xavier throws up the arm before the three making the crowd erupt.
Fecca, "Two and a kick out!"
Styles, "Xavier’s just delaying the inevitable Fecca!"
Jessica gets up and as she does the crowd starts cheering… Wait, what? Jessica’s brows narrow as she heads for the entrance side ropes talking smack. We switch shots and see Damian Collins has now taken to the stage a couple of feet to CM’s side in his trunks and a white and red" Real Deal" T shirt.
Fecca, "Well now, here’s Damian Collins looking to scout his competition at the Pay Per View much the same was as Christian Michaels has been scouting Xavier Homicide."
Richards heads offer to tell JJ to go pay attention to the match and to offer Collins the same warnings he offered Michaels earlier. JJ rolls her eyes and tells Collins to talk to the hand before she turns, gets scooped up and WHAM! A big text book spine buster drives Jessica down but X falls back himself leaving both performers down on the mat as the crowd is going wild.
Fecca, "SPINEBUSTER! Homicide dropped the Titanium Champion with the spine buster but he’s having a hard time breathing… It’s entirely possible that Jessica seriously damaged the trequia or windpipe of Xavier Homicide."
……………………ONE……………TWO……………………THREE…
Xavier starts rolling t o his hands and knees holding his throat as Jessica does the same holding her back.
……………………FOUR……………………FIVE…
Crowd: X-MAN! X-MAN! X-MAN! X-MAN! X-MAN! X-MAN! X-MAN!
X reaches for the ropes… ……………………………SIX……………………SEVEN
X pushes himself up as JJ does the same… The two head to the middle, their backs nearly bumping before they slowly turn. Jessica’s eyes get wide and she goes for a big right hand but Xavier catches it and throws it away for the second time tonight. Jessica spins all the way around and WHAM! X dives forward and takes her down with a big clothesline. Jessica shoots back to her feet and WHAM! A Second clothesline. Jessica shoots back to her feet and this time X grabs her, pops back and sends her up and over with a big T Bone suplex. The crowd erupts as Xavier jumps up and yells, "COMMMMMMMMME ON!"
Fecca, "Xavier Homicide’s on fire!"
Jessica slowly pushes herself up to her feet… Turns… X hooks her, shoots her up and drives her down with a Fisherman Brainbuster drawing a big cheer from the crowd. He keeps the leg hooked as Richards drops down …………………One……………Two……………Thr… Jessica just kicks out to a groan from the fans.
Fecca, "Two.. Almost three but Jessica Jones JUST kicks out!"
Xavier shoots to his feet and starts shuffling his feet throwing some phantom punches as he stalks behind JJ…
Fecca, "Xavier’s up and ready to go……"
JJ pushes herself up as X stops his shuffling/boxing deal and crouches down… She gets to her feet holding her neck…… She turns and WHAM! A kick to the gut. X goes for the double underhook but before he can get her hooked she manages to yank her arms back and dodge behind X, grabbing a very briefly snatched rear waist lock before relinquishing the hold and shoving X in the back. X stumbles and turns as Jessica’s darting to the ropes. Jessica leaps up onto the top rope, flies back spinning in the air and collides with Xavier taking him down with a really awesome looking springboard corkscrew type of move.
The crowd gasps, then boos as Fecca says, "Good lord, what a move!"
Jessica hooks the near leg as Richards slides down ………………One……………Two……………Th… Xavier kicks out making the crowd erupt again.
Styles, "Jessica remains undefeated to Xav…"
Fecca, "NO! IT’s not over! X kicked out! Xavier’s still in this thing!"
We show a shot of DC and CM on the stage conferring, seemingly approving of their opponents work in the ring.
Fecca, "Michaels and Collins have gotta know right now that they’re in for a Hell of a night on March twenty first at Immortal Glory!"
Styles, "No doubt about it Fecca, no doubt about it."
Jessica, "UGGGH!"
Jessica gets up and throws her arms out like an Empire calling "SAFE" as she yells, "THAT’S IT!"
JJ crouches near the corner as Xavier’s starting to get to a knee.
Fecca, "The Titanium Champion clearly growing a little frustrated… She looks like she might be setting up for her "Take That" scissors kick… We’ve seen it finish some of the best… Stryker, Lyle, Homicide himself…"
X gets to said knee and starts to push himself up… As he does JJ darts forward… JJ leaps up looking for the scissors kick but X shoots off to the side making JJ kick nothing but air. Jessica turns… Kick to the gut… Quick under hook…
Fecca, "He’s trying for it again…"
He hoists her up, and then throws out her legs and BAM! A sitout Pedigree has the fans in an uproar.
Fecca, "EXECUTIONER!"
X rolls her over, hooks both legs and rolls back so both his weight and hers on on her shoulders as both Richards and the crowd counts
Richards & Fans: ……………………ONE
Fecca, "Will Xavier FINALLY Defeat Jessica Jones?!
Richards & Fans: ……………………TWO!
Styles, "NO! KICK OUT!"
Richards & Fans: …………………………THREE!
The bell sounds as the fans are on their feet going wild, making "Undisputed" by Ludacris nearly inaudible.
Fecca, "Xavier Homicide has done it! He’s beaten his thus far unbeatable adversary Jessica Jones!"
Xavier jumps up, shoots to the ropes, leaps up with one foot on the bottom rope, one on the middle as he points to CM and then throws the X in the air.
Fecca, "Ladies and Gentlemen, Xavier Homicide has just sent a resounding message to our world’s champion! There very well may be NOBODY who can stop Xavier Homicide right now!"
CRAAAAAAACK!
Xavier suddenly drops to the mat as the music cuts out and the bell starts sounding. The crowd boos as Jessica Jones stands there with her Titanium title in hand, wincing in pain.
Fecca, "Ugh! Jessica Jones just cracked Xavier across the back of the neck with that Titanium championship!"
Jessica, "I’M BETTER THAN YOU X! YOU DIDN’T BEAT ME! YOU GOT LUCKY!"
JJ starts viciously stomping at X as the fans are booing louder and louder. Richards is begging for JJ to stop but when he reaches out to attempt to restrain her… CRAAAAACK! The Titanium title finds it’s way right across the senior official’s forehead making him drop back and roll to the floor.
JJ, "ONE FREAKING WIN! ONE OUT OF HOW MANY X?!"
JJ lifts the Titanium title up with both hands and then drops down, driving it across the back of the neck of Xavier. He grabs at his neck holding it but JJ gets up, stomps his hands away and… WHAM! A second dropping belt shot to the neck. The crowd’s boos suddenly switch to cheers and JJ’s smart enough to know that ain’t good. Collins slides into the ring but as he does JJ looks to take his head off with the belt as well…
Fecca, "Here comes Collins!"
Collins ducks under and turns… JJ turns, Collins starts to jump into the RKO when the lights suddenly go pitch black.
Fecca, "What in the Hell?!"
"Sound of Madness" begins blasting over the PA as we also hear a rustling around in the ring followed by somebody hitting the mat hard. It isn’t very long after that a big red spot light hit’s the mat and we see Damian Collins flat out on his face and Jessica Jones standing there with her Titanium title in hand and a confused look on her face.
Fecca, "What the Hell just happened?!"
Styles, "To Hell if I know!"
Jessica waves it all off, drops to her back and rolls under the ropes and starts heading to the ramp… Except just as her feet touch the ramp SPEW-BOOM-SNAP-POP-BAM! A series of red explosions take place in front of her making her jump back onto her ass.
Fecca, "Holy Toledo! Those explosions nearly took out our Titanium champion! What the Hell is going on around her?!"
The music disappears, the lights resurface and only the smoke from the explosions remain. Jessica pushes herself up and darts toward the back as the crowds are a buzz about what just occurred.
Fecca, "I don’t know what’s going on but… Wait… Xavier’s starting to get up in the ring and… Christian Michaels… Somewhere along the line Christian Michaels got in the ring and he’s perched behind the man he’ll defend his PWT Championship against in two weeks…"
Xavier pushes himself up on the ramp side ropes holding his neck as the crowd’s buzzing now not just becaue of the bizarre events that just took place but, because the champs in prime position to kick the challengers teeth down his throat again…
Xavier stumbles back toward the center of the ring…. Turns… WOOOOOSH!
Fecca, " WHAP… NO! XAVIER DUCKED!"
CM shoots out the leg but X ducks under and turns quickly. CM turns and GAH! X goes for a massive right hand but CM throws up the arm to block, making X’s punch fall flat.
Fecca, " A KNOCK OUT PUN… WAIT! CM BLOCKED IT! Neither Michaels nor Homicide could replicate their big blows that they’ve given each other since finding out they’d be opponents at Immortal Glory! Good Lord, what a match we’re gonna get at the Pay Per View!"
That brings X and CM chest to chest, face to face, both men glaring, both men ready to go.
Fecca, "XAVIER HOMICIDE! CHRISTIAN MICHAELS! PWT WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE! In addition Collins and Jones, Kasey and Stryker, Caine-Fueratu, Shadow-Stevenson, AND, Evening Gown Melee! All that and so much more! March twenty first… Fifteen days away… DO! NOT! MISS IT! Good Fight… GOOD NIGHT!"
The corporate info comes up in the corner as we fade on Michaels and Homicide in a heated stare down. |
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