PWT Saturday Night Shockwave May 1st, 2010

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Saturday May 1st, 2010
Commentary Team: Burt Busch, Bobby Fecca & Eddie Styles
Venue: Quickens Loan Arena, Cleveland Ohio
Theme Song: "Still Unbroken" Lynard Skynard
Deadline: 11pm Central Time Saturday Night (Midnight Sunday Morning EST)
24 Hour Deadline 11pm Centeral Time Friday Night

Main Event
Singles
Javen (W/Regret & Plague) VS Whysper
Referee Assigned: Jim Richards
Writer: Johnathan
((Javen and Whysper waged battle for quite sometime, however, it spilled into a fatal fourway feud for the now defunct People's Championship and never really culminated in a singles contest. Now as PWT's been tipped upside down by everything that took place two weeks ago, Whysper -Who'd been granted an extended vacation to be with his pregnant wife- has agreed to come back to fight the final battle in a war that never quite ended. Likewise, Javen doesn't mind working with a sore neck if it means he can make be an even bigger pain in Whysper's neck. The Bad blood has been brewing for quite awhile and now it's time for it to boil over, LIVE On Shockwave!))

Match Four
PWT Femme Fatale Championship
Hope Rivers VS Teresa Ramos
Referee: Frank Mason
Writer: Chrissy
((Teresa won the Femme Fatale title at the Evening Gown Melee, Then Hope won contendership the following Shockwave. This led to Teresa and Hope battling for the Femme Fatale championship two weeks ago at Shockwave where Hope Rivers managed to set the tone for a night of major title changes as she upset Ramos for the Femme Fatale title. Now Teresa get's to utilize her rematch clause... Will Teresa win back the Femme Fatale title or will Hope Rivers finally be clear of her toughest adversary to date and heading on to the next challenger? We'll find out at Shockwave.))

Match Three
Backyard Championship
Leaky Format Vs Matt Matlock
Referee: Frank Mason
Writer: Nate
((Leaky Format makes his Professional Wrestling Today in ring debut as he challenges Matt Matlock for the PWT Backyard Championship.))

Match Two
Spring Break Bikini Brawl
Kaydence Starr VS Lori Anne Rossdale
Referee: Mitch Roberts
Writer: Taylor
((Two weeks ago Kaydence began announcing her intent to join the ranks of Jessica Jones, Georgia James, Kimberly Pain and Whisper as the rare but highly respected Intergender division. However, Before she could finish making that announcement she was abruptly cut off by the opening match as if she wasn't even there. Now, she's been booked the exact opposite way as she and Lori Anne Rossdale will compete in a Spring Break Bikini Brawl... We don't know exactly what this match is but we know that they'll be dressed in Bikinis and what more do ya need to know?))

Opening Bout
Non-Title
Kimberly Pain VS Drew Stevenson
Referee Assigned: Frank Mason
Writer: Andrew
((Another bout set up where, with so many main major talents off the show Brooks took two excellent talents and paired them off in hopes of creating a fantastic wrestling contest. Starting and ending the show with a set of excellent competititors looking to tear down the house.))

Opening Segment
Tag Team Championship Award Ceremony
((The Heritage declared that they've "pursuaded" Jonathan Brooks into handing them the Tag Team titles on Shockwave this week. These things rarely go as intended so it should be interesting to see how this works out.))

-------------------Dark Matches-------------------
((Dark Matches are untelevised matches that take place solely for the fans in attendence before the TV Broadcast begins. There's a variety of reasons someone might be booked in a Dark Match...
- Your character will be on TV Later in a non-competitive roll that wouldn't work as well if you wrestled before or after
- Your new and we're making sure you'll rp
- We Ran out of room on the other card and figured you'd rather rp for a dark match then no match
- Other))

Match Three
Singles
Allen Creed VS Damian Collins
Referee Assigned: Mitch Roberts
Summerized by: Taylor
((Phoenix Winterborn has a segment later on in the show that creative would rather keep him off TV until, and Allen Creed's being debuted on TV soon himself so, as opposed to runing that debut or ruining Winterborn's spot or not booking either guy, they've been booked together to do the top dark match..))

Match Two
Singles
Leigha Homicide VS Marie Dominique
Referee Assigned: Mitch Roberts
Summerized By: Taylor
((Two fresh faces to PWT getting a chance to make their in ring debuts in front of the great Cleveland fans.))

Opening Match
Singles
Phoenix Winterborn VS "The Cleveland Steamer" Barry Brown
Referee Assigned: Willie Sharpe
Summerized By: Taylor
((Local star "The Cleveland Steamer" looks to railroad his way into a gig at Professional Wrestling Today by steaming over Damian Collins... Collins being left off TV as a segment to be done later on in the show. While you can certainly respect Barry Brown's goal, Somehow it seems the local guys just never do well in these opportunities.))

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Dark Match Results

Match One
Phoenix Winterborn VS The Cleveland Steamer Barry Brown
Winner: Phoenix Winterborn
Summery: It was a crappy situation for the Cleveland Steamer when Phoenix Winterborn hit his finish and picked up the win over the local star.

Match Two
Marie Dominique VS Leigha Homicide
Winner: Marie Dominique
Summery: Hard fought contest by both Femme Fatales but in the end it simply wasn't Leigha's day as Marie wrapped her up in the small package for the three.

Match Three
Damian Collins VS Al Snow
Winner: Damian Collins
Summery: Ohio Local Al Snow came to the show and went head to head with Damian Collins in a real solid pre show bout. Damian Collins picked up the win via DC Drop but, after the bout the two shook hands and got a good ovation from the crowd.

((I pulled Creed because upon reflection I didn't think it'd be logical  to have him involved with his involvement in the segment later on... Collins won the votes for this match so it works out for everyone as Collins still gets his win and Creed doesn't get a loss *Thumbs up*))

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On the heels of the most controversial episode of a professional wrestling show in history… It’s that time once again… 

After the opening videos and hype the cameras pan through the sold out arena with the pyro exploding all along the stage. 
Busch" Welcome Ladies and Gentlemen to PWT's Shockwave live from the Quicken Loans Arena in Cleveland, Ohio. I'm Bert Bush and as always I'm joined by the incomparable Eddie Styles...Bobby Fecca will be joining us live later in the show via satellite feed as he sits down with wrestling legend Whisper to find out about her condition...Tonight we are witnessing the aftermath of last week's surprising conclusion to the show,but we still have a heck of a show ahead of us. I'm sure as the night goes on we are going to hear more about the Xavier situation."
Alcohaulin' Ass kicks up over the sound system. 
Busch" It looks like we are about to be joined by The Heritage"
Styles" You mean the NEW tag team champions"
Busch" That still remains to be seen"
With the boos from the sold out arena kicking it up a notch NovaCaine and Jimmy Stryker step out onto the stage very slowly. Both men are sporting arrogant little smirks, tonight Jimmy is in his customary button down sleeveless shirt and jeans with the dark sunglasses and bandana to finish off his attire. Nova, on the other hand has dressed up for tonight's show sporting a dark, pinstripe suit with an ivory white shirt underneath, as well as the dark sunglasses. The Heritage start their methodical walk down to the ring with Sabrina's voice cutting in over the music.
Sabrina" Ladies and Gentlemen please welcome The Heritageeeee!!"
The mention of their names only makes the fans distaste get louder. Nova and Stryker enter the ring from opposite sides walking right to the center of the ring, but Sabrina this time isn't about to get sandwiched in between these two thugs or allow Nova to get to close to her ass. She quickly hands Jimmy the microphone and retreats to the floor causing both men to laugh. Nova mockingly jogs across the ring with Jimmy going back into a Quarterback pose tossing the mic to Nova who makes the T.O.-esque one handed grab. 
Styles" What a catch by Nova, this guy can do it all"
Busch" I don't know what he pays you, but you should get a raise"
Nova brings the microphone to his lips that classic Caine smirk still in effect.
"Cut that epic music "
With the music fading Nova turns to look at Stryker. 
"Lets all give a hand to Mister Jimmy Stryker for that awesome pass. I swear Jim, if you were a washed up hasbeen or a third round draft strikeout the Cleveland Browns might give you a job...To bad for them you are so great"
Jimmy laughs and of course the Cleveland fans just get louder. Nova chuckles oblivious to the boos, as it seems people like Nova and Strkyer soak up the hate making them stronger...Like Popeye with Spinach.
" Do you like my suit tonight Jimmmy? I thought it only proper to dress up for this special occasion"
Jimmy gives Nova a thumbs up. 
"I see you have also dressed up for the occasion"
Nova arches an eyebrow at Jimmy, who smirks adjusting his shirt like he is adjusting the lapels on an Armani. 
"Anyway since we are both here looking damn good and the smell of this place makes my nostrils burn...lets get on with this. "
Nova looks up towards the stage.
"Brooksie, put down that sandwich and pull your belly out from under your desk....Get on out here and give the rightful owners of the Tag team titles their belts"
Styles" Yeah JB get out here and give these two legends what they have earned"
Busch"Earned? They have never even had a match as a team and haven't earned anything. Just because they use strong arm tactics and violence to get their way doesn't mean they have earned anything."
Rocky Top plays as out onto the steps J.B. to a speckling of cheers.
" Well,well Boys...You sure don't waste any time do ya?"
Nova" We are very busy men Jon-boy...Now fork over the titles"
JB motions off stage and out walks referee Jim Richards holding the newly re-designed Tag team titles. 
"Here you go boys"
Jim Richards walks down the ramp with the fans going back to booing at the ideas of Nova and Stryker being handed the gold. Richards gets to ringside and steps up onto the ring apron. Nova and Jimmy immediately step forward to get the titles but Richards quickly drops back from the ring apron. 
J.B" Not so fast boys...Did you really think you two were going to just threaten me into giving you the belts? This isn't Chicago, we don't just hand over titles to people. Around here if you want to be champions you got to earn them "

Nova glares at Brooks" Cut the crap fat man, we have earned those titles tenfold with all that we put into this company. Now give us our titles or perhaps you would like Jimmy here to come persaude you? "
Stryker slams his fist against his palm staring daggers right at JB. 
J.B." Oh that wont be necessary....I want you two to have the titles, I really do. So I went out and found one of the greatest tag teams to ever step foot in a ring and tonight you two will be facing them for those titles"

Nova starts shaking his head side to side" No way Fat man, I didn't even bring my gear. We aren't fighting anyone, now give us those DAMN BELTS!!!"
JB smiles " I suggest you get ready boys because the only way you are getting those titles is by winning and that match is now....Against these two men"
The screen over JB's head lights up showing The Heritage their opponents with the fans letting out a huge pop. 
Busch" Oh my god thats the Rock n' Roll Express!!"
Styles" They don't work here, this isn't fair to The Heritage...They were suppose to be given their titles, not forced to fight"
Nova and Stryker are raising hell in the ring at the sight of Ricky and Robert on the big screen. 
Busch" Folks we will be right back with the tag team titles on the line"
Styles" Once again Nova and Jimmy are getting disrespected by managment...How typical"

Commercial Break.

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Busch" Welcome back folks and that sound you hear in the back ground in thousands of screaming fans going wild for the appearance of the Rock n' Roll Express"
Styles" Oh like they got any taste, they cheer for the Indians too"
In the ring NovaCaine has stripped off his suit coat and dress shirt...He is seen taking off his watch and shoving it in his pants pocket, his face telling the tale of being very pissed off this turn of events.
Busch" If you are just joining us folks, you tuned in at the right time. Jonathan Brooks just dropped a bombshell on The Heritage, not only will they not just be handed the tag titles but if they want them they got to beat one of the top five greatest tag teams in wrestling ever."
Styles" Look at Nova, he isn't even in wrestling gear. How unfair can Brooks treat these legends?"
Busch" Like the boyscouts motto says...Always be prepared"
Styles" The only think you know about Scouts is that the Girl Scouts cut you off at a five case limit on cookies"
Sabrina" Ladies and Gentlemen our first match of the evening is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit. In the ring now hailing from the top of the food chain they are The Heritage"
Old Time Rock and Roll by Bob Seger blasts through the sound system with the fans going from booing to cheering like mad once again. 
Sabrina" An their opponents hail from Memphis, Tennessee...They are Ricky and Robert....The ROCK N' ROLL EXPRESS!!!"
Ricky Morton and Robert Gibson appear through the curtain looking older but still looking like they can hang in the ring. They make their way towards the ring slapping hands with the fans and giving out a few kisses to the lucky ladies along the aisle.
Busch" Here they come to the ring...Folks let me just say I have had the honor of calling matches involving some of the true legends in the ring but to call a match with these two has always been a dream of mine"
Styles" I will tell Nova and Jimmy you said such nice things about them"
Busch" Not them two, I have called a few of their matches and usually end up with a bad taste in my mouth afterwards"
Styles"Well if you didn't put hot sauce on everything maybe that wouldn't happen."
Ricky and Robert finally make it to the ring and get up onto the ring apron getting a huge cheer from the fans, that quickly goes to boos when Nova charges forward yanking Ricky in over the top ropes and starting to pummel him. Richards calls for the bell having to immediately block Robert from charging into the ring to help his partner. With the Ref's back turned Nova immediately goes to what he knows best...Cheating. He puts the heel of his dress shoe into Morton's throat trying to choke the life out of him. 
Busch" Oh c'mon Ref, turn around. Nova is already up to his old tactics with a sneak attack and now he is sapping the air right out of Ricky"
With the Ref's attention back on the ring Nova stops the choke...He delivers several stiff shots to Ricky's ribs and pulls him to his feet....Nova sends Ricky into the ropes going low for the backdrop, but Ricky rolls right over his back. Nova stands back up only to eat a beautiful dropkick right to the face...He pops up and catches another dropkick. With Nova reeling, Jimmy charges into the ring with Robert shooting in leaping over a fallen Nova and throwing a dropkick of his own...Big Jimmy goes stumbling backwards and catches the double dropkick from R & R that sends him tumbling over the top ropes to the floor. Nova is back up by then and eats a double dropkick himself that has him flying to the floor.
Busch" Listen to these fans, the roof is about to come off this place"
Styles" I can hardly hear myself think"
Busch" Well tell the hamster to take a break turning that wheel because this place is rocking for The Express"
Nova and Jimmy are out on the floor trying to regroup as Jim Richards starts the ten count....With Jimmy and Nova on the floor Ricky hits the ropes like he is going for the suicide dive...Nova and Jimmy immediately duck apart but Ricky hooks the top rope spinning around and ending up back in the ring on his feet....Jimmy turns right into Robert Gibson leaping off the top ropes out to the floor with a flying cross body...Nova is oblivious to this tapping his forehead with his index finger and smiling.
" Brains....I really wish you all were as smart as me"
Nova turns as Ricky climbs out onto the ring apron and runs along it coming off with a flipping dive crashing into Nova and sending him to the floor in a heap. 
Busch" The Rock 'n Roll Express are going off here tonight...I think we are going to see new tag champions alright but it isn't going to be The Heritage at this rate."
Ricky grabs Nova rolling him back into the ring as Robert runs back around to their corner....Ricky picks up Nova body slamming him down and making the quick tag to Gibson. Robert goes up the ropes coming off with a textbook elbow drop right to Nova's sternum. He hooks the leg going for the pinfall
One...
Two...
Thre
Nova gets a shoulder up.
Busch" The three was coming down....The Heritage are rolling as R and R rocks"
Styles" Of course they are, they aren't dressed to wrestle and weren't prepared for these two hired guns Jonathan Brooks brought in...But I still have faith that The Heritage are going to reign supreme."
Robert pulls Nova up sending him into the ropes, he drops down with Nova crossing over....Robert pops up leap frogging over Nova and following right in behind Nova trying for the roll up off the ropes...Nova ducks low putting his head between the top and middle ropes leaving Robert open with the size twenty something boot of Jimmy Stryker to connect with Gibson's jaw as he was climbing back up on the ring apron. Richards is right there to admonish Jimmy but the damage has been done. With Robert down, Nova stumbles to his knees and crawls to his corner to make the tag. 
Busch" Here comes the big man into the ring"
Styles" Someone build a woodshed, Robert is about to get taken behind it."
Jimmy grabs Robert off the mat by his throat and sends him into the ropes delivering a big boot to the face....He hits the ropes dropping his tree trunk size leg across Gibson's throat. Jimmy rolls over to the pin fall attempt.
One...
Two...
Ricky comes in to break up the fall, with Richards trying to get him back out of the ring. Jimmy comes to his feet dragging Gibson into the corner slapping his hands together as Nova is in the ring taking over on Gibson. 
Busch" No tag by The Heritage"
Styles" The ref didn't see it because Morton wont stay out of the ring"
Richards turns questioning Nova about the tag but Nova vehemently nods his head that he made the tag...Nova pulls Gibson up from the rear chinlock and whips him into the turnbuckle....He follows in with a double knee shot right to Gibson's chest(Picture the Elijah Express, to the chest instead of back)...With Gibson falling out of the corner Nova points to the top ropes and starts to climb....He pauses to jaw with the fans and taunt Morton. Nova perches on the top ropes like a Lion stalking a Gazelle in the tall grass...Gibson slowly climbs to his feet staggering a bit...Nova leaps looking for a double axe handle to the top of Gibson's head. Gibson ducks out of the way at the last moment burying a stiff left hook to Nova's gut sending him flipping forward and the crowd once again going nuts. 
Busch" Nova went to the well and found it empty...Gibson needs to make the tag and get the fresh man into the ring."
Gibson slowly crawls along the ring ropes towards his corner where Morton is leaning over the ropes stretching as far as he can for that tag...Nova moves towards his own corner now. 
Busch" We got a race to the corners, who is going to make the tag first"
Styles" Jimmy has the longer arms I think that makes Nova have to go the shorter distance"
Busch" Wow, you actually said something intelligent Eddie"
Styles" I did? What was it? I mean I always do"
Nova dives out making the tag to Jimmy who charges in like a bull seeing Red....Just as he is about to grab Robert, he rolls forward and makes the tag to Ricky...Jimmy lunges at Ricky who springboards in over the ropes hitting Jimmy with a kick to the chest staggering the big man back...Ricky in on him like flames on a fire, landing a series of lefts and rights that has Jimmy staggering back to the ropes...Ricky whips Jimmy across the ring going airborne with a flying forearm smash that knocks the big man off his feet...Nova is right there trying to grab Ricky but he fires a shot into Nova's gut and comes up to his feet hitting him with a mainstay of the R n' R arsenal...The standing dropkick. With Nova down Jimmy grabs Ricky from behind clubbing him across the back of the head...Robert jerks Jimmy around as Ricky stumbles forward and starts to throw the bombs at the big man. 
Busch" The Ref has lost complete control of this match" 
Styles" Because these damn Rock and Rollers are breaking all of the rules"
Nova comes back to his feet with Robert hitting the ropes and diving at him with a big clothesline which sends both men crashing through the ropes to the floor. Ricky drills Jimmy wobbling him, he goes for the standing dropkick yet again but for the first time in the match it misses as Jimmy brushes aside Ricky's feet...
Busch"What strength by Jimmy to just shrug off a dropkick from one of the best at throwing a dropkick"
Styles" Jimmy has had enough of these guys, now it gets violent"
Jimmy picks Ricky up by a handful of hair and takes him into the air with a huge Gorilla Press slam dropping Ricky down onto his shoulder and immediately powerslamming him into the mat.
Busch" Good lord, he just tried to drive Ricky through the mat"
One
Two.
Thre...

Gibson dives through the ropes breaking up the pinfall just as the three is coming down. 
Busch" Gibson makes the save...What a match we are having to open the show"
Styles" I don't think anyone in this place has sit down since the opening bell"
Jimmy and Robert trade blows in the middle of the ring with Gibson surprisingly getting the better of the fist exchange until Jimmy pokes him in the eyes. With Gibson blinded Jimmy sends him into the ropes taking him up for a thunderous Spinebuster...He flips the one finger salute to Gibson laying there on the mat and pulls him up setting him up for the Closing Drive(Batista Bomb)...

Busch" Gibson is in trouble"

Styles" Trouble? He is on his way for a closing drive home"
Jimmy takes him up into the air but before he can slam Robert down Ricky hits a dropkick to the back doubling Jimmy forward allowing Robert to take over the big man with the Hurracaranna into a pinning motion...
Busch" Pinfall count ref...Count!!"
Richards waves it off pointing to Morton
Styles" Finally a Ref does something right...Morton is the legal man, not Gibson"
Gibson lets go of the pinfall as the Ref ushers him to the corner...Morton tries to argue with the Ref shaking his head in disgust as the Ref's breaking of perhaps the winning fall. He turns towards Jimmy only to eat a size fourteen patent leather shoe right to the face....Nova blasts Morton in the face with one of his hard sole dress shoes sending Morton dropping like a stone. 
Busch" Damn it, now who is breaking the rules Eddie?"
Styles" Huh? I was just looking at something, what did I miss?"
Nova drags Morton to The Heritage corner and quickly tries to stir Jimmy back to his feet before jumping out of the ring as Richards turns to see Morton laid out and Jimmy staggering and stumbling to the corner. Jimmy pulls Morton to his feet and takes him into the air with a variation of the Alabama Slam...He makes the tag to Nova, who comes in setting up as Jimmy slams Ricky forward with Nova hooking Ricky and driving the knees into the spine with a backstabber variation. 
Busch" What a shot to Morton's back....I believe they call that move the G.H.B"
Styles" and Morton is going home"
Nova makes the pin with Gibson diving in trying to make the save but getting cut off by Jimmy.
One...
Two...
Three...
Busch" Damn it...Just when you think you got the upperhand , Nova is right there to cheat his way to another victory."
Styles"Say what you want, but all that matters is Newwwwwww champions"
Sabrina" Here is your winners and Newwwwwwwwwwwww Tag team champions....The Heritage"
Nova grabs the belts from Richards shoving him away and handing one to Jimmy. 
Busch" Well you might not like them folks, but they are the champions"
Styles" Nova just fought the entire match in his street clothes...How can you fault a team with that kind of dedication?"
Nova and Jimmy turn to leave the ring when Nova stops Jimmy and points to Robert checking on Ricky,who is just now starting to move again. Jimmy smiles dropping his title and grabs Robert from behind pulling him up by his hair and spinning him towards him. Jimmy kicks Robert to the gut, he takes him into the air with the sit-out powerbomb he calls the Closing Drive...
Busch" Oh c'mon...They won the match, there is no call for this"
Styles" I think The Heritage are sending a little message to JB and any other tag team with the idea of challenging them"
Nova smirks stepping in and putting the boots to Gibson rolling him out to the floor. Jimmy retreats to the floor grabbing a chair from the time keeper sending him hard to the floor.
Busch" Now what? Jimmy has a chair"
Styles" That's ok, Mark Yoats spends to much time sitting anyway"
Jimmy lays the chair in the middle of the ring with Nova burying the boots to Morton. He drags a nearly lifeless Morton to the center of the ring picking him up for a piledriver position right over the chair....Jimmy grabs a hold of Nova to add the spike to this pile driver.
Busch" God lord they are trying to break Morton's neck...These damn men are nothing but violent thugs"
Styles" I blame this all on Jonathan Brooks, he should have just given these guys what they wanted"
Suddenly "Sweet Child O' Mine" by Guns and Roses erupts over the sound system with the fans going from boos into an eardrum shattering cheer. 
Busch" IT CANT BE!!!"
Styles" Oh no"
The Rockstar Kevin Kasey comes sprinting through the curtain running towards the ring where the Heritage seem to pre-occupied with trying to cripple Morton to even notice R.S. until it is to late...
Busch" IT IS!! IT IS!!! THE ROCKSTAR IS BACK!!!"
Styles" This has to be a nightmare, Jimmy ended this guy's career already"
Kasey hits the ring like a man possessed...Jimmy turns into several huge fists that sends him falling, Nova lets go of Morton and goes after Kasey, but gets his share of the heavy hands from the Rockstar as well...Gibson comes into the ring throwing a dropkick that sends Jimmy out to the floor as a big clothesline from Kasey sends Nova tumbling out of the ring to the floor....
Busch" Kasey is cleaning house out here....This place is so loud I don't even know if anyone can hear me anymore"
Styles" I hear ya, now shut up. What is it Kasey's business out here anyway? He needed to stay retired."
Nova and Jimmy go stumbling up the ramp with Nova slamming his title against the ramp livid at Rockstar getting involved. Kasey has the chair The Heritage were trying to cripple Morton with daring the Champions to come back into the ring...Jimmy seems like he is ready to go,but Nova pulls him away...
Busch" What a way to start the show...We have new champions and Kevin Kasey is back!!" 
Styles" Once again Nova and Stryker get disrespected"
Busch" You mean got put in their place....We will be right back folks with the Revolution champion Kimberly Pain in action against the master of the mat Drew Stevenson....Stay tuned"
The show goes to commercial with a final shot of Kasey in the ring with the Rock N' Roll Express firing up the crowd even more

*Commercial Break*

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When the cameras return from the break we see NovaCaine and Stryker marching through the back, clearly pissed off despite having the tag titles in hand.
"NOVA! JIMMY! EXCUSE ME! EXCUSE ME!"
Glenn Matthews can be seen running behind the two with a microphone in hand. Nova and Jimmy stop and snap around as Glenn says, "Unbelievable… First the Rock ‘n Roll Express are brought back to challenge for the tag team championships and then…… ROCKSTAR Kevin Kasey (Crowd erupts)… Can you believe it?! What could have possibly been running through your minds when Kasey came rushing to the aid of the tag team legends Ricky Morton and Robert Gibson…"
Nova puts his tongue in his cheek before he looks up at Stryker and says, "Can you field this one?"
Stryker nods…
Stryker, "Well…"
Stryker suddenly tosses his belt to Nova, reaches out, grabs Matthews by the back of the head and WHAM! He smashes Matthew’s face into the wall drawing boos as Matthews drops down to the floor holding his face.
Nova, "Yeah… Pretty good description."
With that Nova and Stryker turn around and continue huffing and puffing toward the exit as Busch says, "What a despicable pair of… I can’t even describe those two accurately on basic cable. Folks, If ya missed it… Heritage thought they were gonna get a free pass to the tag team titles… Nothing could be further from the truth as the Rock N’ Roll Express Ricky Morton and Robert Gibson were on hand to contend for the vacated belts… By hook or by crook Heritage would obtain the belts but, that wasn’t enough and this is what transpired after the match."
From there we see a replay of everything from the time Stryker attacks Gibson until save by Kasey and The tag champs leaving in a huff. After the replay we fade former interviewer turned internet columnist now turned back interview for the night Ken Mitchell backstage with Kasey and the Rock n’ Roll Express as the crowd goes wild.
Mitchell, "We just saw the replay… The Rock N’ Roll Express were in a bad way but out of no where, back from hiatus… Rockstar Kevin Kasey has saved the day… What do ya have to say?"
Before Rockstar can reply, Ricky Morton steps to the mic and in that southern accent says, "Well I’ll tell ya what *I* Got to say… First and Foremost, Heritage… The Rock N’ Roll Express give the Devil it’s due and you two devils deserve some serious dues… We been wrestling the greatest tag teams in the world for more than thirty years and you’re the greatest tag team we’ve ever wrestled."
The crowd boos as Gibson reluctantly agrees by nodding.
Morton, "That being said though…"
The fans booing hasn’t quite subsided enough to finish…
Morton repeats and continues, "That Being said though.. You can be talented and still be a pile of trash and that’s exactly what you two boys are… Trash."
The crowd erupts as everyone in the shot nods in agreement.
Morton, "We ain’t in a position to stick around, Our deal tonight was crystal clear. Come in, Contend for the belts… You win, You go on tour and defend em, You lose, You go back and keep your other comitments. That looks like what we’ll be doing but I ain’t worried a bit, I don’t reckon Robert Gibson’s worried abit (Gibson shakes his head) because we know that there’s still someone here to take out the trash… Our brother from another mother… An unofficial third member of the Rock N’ Roll Express… The Rockstar himself, Kevin Kasey."
The crowd erupts again as Gibson gives Kasey a big ol pat on the back.
Morton, "Kasey, brother… You saved our hide from God only knows what out there and the only way I know to repay you is to tell you you’ve got our full support… Anytime you need your back watched brother, We’re only a phone call away. Why don’tcha tell em something brother?"
Mitchell lifts the mic up to Kasey who nods and says, "Rock N’ Roll… You don’t owe me a thing, I was glad to be there. Jimmy Stryker… I’m not gonna lie to ya. At Immortal Glory you put me out… I wasn’t sure if I’d walk again, much less be roaming the arena, watching Rock N’ Rolls backs. More than that, You put out my pride. As ashamed as I am to admit it, I was willing to concede defeat, hang my head and leave you to your business. However, What you and your new boyfriend tried to do to Rock N’ Roll was absolutely appalling and I’ll be damned if I’m gonna sit on my hands and do nothing as long time brothers of mine get jumped and pummeled. You may have put me on the shelf, but the next time you try and mess with a couple of friends of mine, You’d better make sure you put me in the grave because I ain’t leaving my family in the cold for NOBODY. You two may think you’re the bullies who run this school but I got news for ya, you try and punk the wrong kids and you’re gonna be found layin underneath the swings trying to remember your names."
Morton, "Ya KNOW that’s right! WHOO! He’s said it once, he’s said it a thousand times… Our sound may change over the years but daddy, Rock N’ Roll Never Dies!"
Morton gives Kasey a pat on the shoulder and the three head off as Mitchell says, "Well folks, there ya have it… Let’s take it back to ringside."
We fade to Sabrina in the ring as Busch says, "Rockstar and the Rock n’ Roll express all sorts of fired up and the fans here in Cleveland lovin every minute of it…"
Styles, "Enjoy it while it lasts… Stryker brought Rockstar’s tune to a screeching halt once and now with Nova added to the mix and Rockstar sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong… Well, I just hope for Kasey’s sake he doesn’t come to Pittsburgh in two weeks. That’s all I’m sayin.
Busch"Lets go up to the ring folks as this show continues with the Revolution champion Kim Pain going head to head with arguably one of best mat technicians Drew Stevenson"
Sabrina" Our next match of the evening is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. "
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. 
Sabrina" Coming to the ring first hailing from Seymour, Missouri...This is The Emerald Drew Stevenson!!"
Drew 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. Drew circles the ringside area slapping some hands with a few lucky fans before rolling in under the bottom rope and bouncing to his feet soaking in the ovation of the fans.
Busch" At the last Shockwave Drew was in the middle of a rather odd situation when he took a vicious chair shot to the back of his head from Titanium Champion Jessica Jones during a match against Shattered Soul. It would appear JJ was trying to send a message to Soul by getting him disqualified"
Styles" But she forgot one thing, you never hit someone with a chair and then stand around afterwards. You gotta run before they get up"
Busch" Drew delivered the receipt for that chair shot with a Final Conflict....I don't know what the deal is with Soul and Jones, but I do know they might want to avoid involving Drew in it."
The arena 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 for a brief second before holding up the Revolution title with a wicked little smirk. 
Sabrina "Making her way to the ring from the City of Lost Angels...She is the Revolution Champion....Kimberly Pain!!"
She taunts the crowd before slowly and methodically making her way down the ramp and towards the ring ignoring the boos from the crowd.. She slides into the ring looking at all sides before standing up.. Inside the ring she comes to her feet staring at Drew with a soft little smile curling the ends of her lips.
Busch" Kimberly Pain both had a high point last show and a very low point. She was awarded the first ever Revolution Championship in exchange for the People's title that Duke Andrews very well still might be running around with out there on the streets somewhere,but she also had to endure her long time trainer and friend Whisper getting severely burned. To say Kim's mind might be elsewhere right now could be a major understatement."
Styles" You also got to factor in the history between Drew and Kim here as well. They have made it publically known they use to be couple behind that curtain and have a pretty extensive history with each other."
Sabrina retreats to the floor and the referee calls for the bell to get this contest underway. Drew and Kim slowly circle each other before moving together into the collar and elbow tie-up...Drew quickly goes into a standing switch shifting behind Kim into a rear waistlock. He puts his boot to back of Kim's knee pushing forward to take her legs out and drop her down, quickly moving through in one fluid motion to a side headlock that pushes Kim flat to the mat on her stomach. Drew cranks down on the headlock but Kim is fast to slip out the back hooking Drew's arm into a hammer lock. Drew rolls around trying to reverse the hold but Kim continues to move her hips keeping the reversal from happening....Kim pushes up on the lock literally placing Drew's hand between his shoulderblades. Drew lets out a low grunt of pain shifting his legs up under his body and pulling himself up to his feet with the hold still on....He looks for the single leg grab but Kim keeps a wide base to avoid that, but in doing so she leaves her head open for a stiff back elbow to the jaw that breaks up the hold. 
Busch" What a nice exchange of chain wrestling by these two. I would expect such a thing from Drew, but I'm pleasantly surprised by the talents of Kim Pain "
Styles" She can do it all Bertie,and I do mean all...At least that's what Nosferatu told me"
Busch" Oh be serious"
Kim rubs her jaw smirking but Drew is all about the action running into Kim and pushing her into the ropes. He Irish whips her across the ring, dropping down for for the cross over...Kim shoots across hitting the far ropes again Drew comes up looking for the clothesline, Kim ducks under Drew's sweeping arm....Putting on the brakes Drew turns into a beautiful textbook standing dropkick. Drew hits the mat quick to pop back up but gets taken over with a stiff arm drag right into the armbar. Drew isn't hanging around for Kim to torque in the pain on the same arm that felt it for the hammerlock....He quickly rolls back up to his feet to take the pressure off his arm...He drills Kim to the face with hard right hand staggering Kim and allowing him to free up his arm and quickly hook up Kim and take her over with a huge belly to belly suplex. Drew goes for a quick pinfall.
One.
Two..
Kim kicks out.
Busch"That might seem like a little early for a pin attempt, but you never know when you are going to catch someone sleeping and get that three"
Styles" Plus following that belly to belly he might have just knocked the air right out of the champion making for an easy victory"
Drew stays on Kim transitioning from the pin attempt into a rear chinlock...Kim struggles back to her feet and ducks into Drew to take him over with a belly to back suplex.
Busch" Kim goes into Drew's wrestling book for that move."
Styles" Listen to these fans, they don't know who to cheer."
Busch" Well Kim is usually on the recieving end of the fans distaste,but she has come out here taking this match into a wrestling realm and not so much a pure fight."
Kim drives a stiff stomp right into Drew's gut as he lays on the mat
Busch" Perhaps I spoke to soon"
Kim pulls Drew back to his feet and takes him over with a snap suplex. She hits a standing moonsault ala Victoria/Tara and goes for the pinfall.
One.
Two..
Thr
Drew sticks the shoulder up.
Busch" That hand was on the way down."
Styles" Kim looks frustrated with Drew kicking out"
Kim hits the mat saying something to the Referee about that being three...She comes up dropping an elbow to Drew's sternum and points to the top ropes. 
Busch" Kim is signaling she is going airborne. She isn't known for her highflying really, and this could be a mistake"
Styles" Anytime you leave the mat to go up those ropes, I say it is a bad move. You either live by the high risk or you die by it"
Kim goes up to the top ropes and comes off with an impressive Dick Togo-esque Senton Bomb, but like Eddie said you can die by it. Drew rolls out of the way allowing Kim to slam back first into the mat. The Emerald wastes no time in going in for the kill. With Kim stunned Drew is quick to grab the legs and hook on the Missouri Cloverleaf.
Busch" There it is!!! Drew is going for the submission, what a huge propel this could be if Drew is able to make the Revolution champion tap"
Styles" Kim Pain is a tough girl though. I don't think she will tap out"
Drew cinches back on the hold really sinking in it and putting tremendous pressure on Kim's lower back as well as her knees.
Busch" Kim might not have a choice here."
The ref asks Kim if she wants to quit, but she vehemently shakes her head no, trying to crawl for the ropes...She gets within a finger tip of them when Drew drags her back to the middle of the ring and sits back even further.
Busch" Kim was close to the rope break ,but the cagey veteran Drew knew it and pulled her away. This could be it for Kim,she is caught right in the middle of the ring with the Missouri Cloverleaf locked in tight"
Kim raises her hand in the air like she might be considering the tap out.
Busch" I think she is going to tap...Drew is going to tap out the Revolution champion. WHAT THE HELL!!"
WHAM!!
The heavy championship belt bounces off the back of Drew's head like someone firing a shotgun off. He slumps forward with the ref immediately calling for the bell as Titanium champion Jessica Jones stands over Drew.
Busch" What the hell is she doing out here?"
Styles" I guess Jessica is delivering her own payment for Drew's final conflict last week"
Busch" This damn girl needs to stop interfering in Drew's matches.  This is the second show in the row she has hit Drew from behind, first with a chair and now with that heavy title belt. 

Sabrina" Here is your winner by Disqualification....Drewwwwwwww Stevensonnnnnn!!"
As the bell sounds Busch exclaims, "We were mere moments away from seeing this match conclude I believe but… The Titanium Champion Jessica Jones has interjected herself into this thing and just leveled Drew Stevenson for a second show in a row with a foreign object!"
Jessica tosses the belt to the side, throwing her hands out as she yells, "WHAT?! WHATCHA GOT NOW DREW?!"
She begins throwing kicks to the Emerald as the crowd boos and Styles interjects, "Well last time around it wasn’t personal… Jessica just wanted to get some answers out of Shattered Soul. This time though… After eating the Final Conflict in Columbus I guess Jessica decided to make Drew eat her boots."
Busch, "Yeah but in Columbus Drew was just seeking retribution where as…"
Before he can finish that thought "Sound of Madness" by Shinedown begins blasting over the PA as the house lights go out and red spot lights begin sweeping the arena like a prison spotlight in search of an escaped convict. The crowd erupts in excitement as Jessica’s attention quickly leaves Drew and heads to the stage…
Busch, "Ho BOY! Bidness…… BIDNESS is About to Pick Up!"
The curtain gives way and from behind it steps Shattered Soul, drawing the attention from the red spot lights. Soul stands there, his hands in his jean short pockets as he looks down the ramp…… Jessica backs up looks ready to deal with Soul when suddenly we see a black bag go over Jessica’s head. The music cuts out as the lights come back on and we see a young Stevie Richards looking guy tying a draw string behind JJ’s neck as JJ’s hands are flailing,
Busch, "What in the Hell… Who is that and what’s he doing?!"
Styles, "That’s Richie Stevens! He’s the guy who films all those PWT.com promos Shattered Soul airs!"
Richie jumps up in celebration as he finishes tying the bag but that’s short lived as JJ reaches up behind her, grabs his wrist and snaps him over with a Judo style arm drag despite having a black bag over her face. The crowd actually cheers Jessica.
Busch, "Well, "Richie Stevens" is getting his ass kicked by a blindfolded woman… his daddy must be beaming with pride right now."
Jessica gets back up to her feet, trying to get the bag off her head as Shattered Soul slides into the ring.
Busch, "Come on now… I don’t know where this is goin but I know it can’t be good…"
Soul reaches into his pocket and withdraws… Twine? So it is… Some kind of a brown twine. At this Point Jessica’s turned her back to the ramp trying to yank the bag off… Soul snatches her arms and quickly draws them behind her back, wrapping them up just fast enough that they don’t escape.
Busch, "What in the world… They’ve blinded her with that… that sack? Or whatever it is… And now Shattered Soul’s tying her hands behind her back!"
Soul suddenly sweeps her legs making her hit the mat and then begins rolling her with his foot toward the ropes. He eventually gets her to the ropes and grabs the top rope with both hands, using his foot to shove her the rest of the way under the ropes and to the floor.
Busch, "What the Hell is he doing?"
Soul looks back where Richie’s on a knee rotating his shoulder trying to make sure it didn’t get dislocated. Soul shakes his head in disgust and points to the Titanium title, yelling something at Richie. Based on how Richie quickly gets up and grabs the belt as Soul’s exiting the ring, we can assume that Soul ordered him to… well… get the belt. Soul hit’s the floor and reaches down, picking Jessica up to her feet only long enough to bend down and pick her up over his shoulder as Richie drops down out of the ring to the floor. Soul and Richie both begin heading up the ramp as the fans buzz trying to figure out what’s going on.
Burt Busch, "The camera lackey Richie Stevens has picked up the Titanium title, Shattered Soul’s picked up Jessica Jones and they appear to be heading for the curtain with both of em… I don’t know what’s going on around here!"
As Soul and Richie make their way through the curtain we shoot back to the ring where Drew’s rolled back to the middle and is on a knee, holding his neck with a look of rage shot up to the curtain. We fade to commercial on that shot.
*Commercial Break*

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As we return we see Shattered Soul (With Jessica over his shoulder) and Richie Stevens (with the Titanium title over his shoulder) heading down the same hall way we caught up with Heritage earlier.
Busch, "Welcome back… Jessica Jones has just been ambushed by Shattered Soul and his camera lackey Richie Stevens and now… Now it looks like they’re abducting our Titanium champion!"
Soul gets to the big metal door and pops the center bar, pushing it open as he heads out into the parking lot. Right there at the door sit’s a metallic red 67 Chevelle SS… Soul opens the side door, pushes down the passenger seat and tosses Jessica in like a sack of grocceries. Richie quickly follows and tosses the Titanium title in on top of her as she squirms about screaming.
"I’M GONNA KILL YOU! LET ME GO! YOU ARE SOOOOOOOO DEAD! LET! ME! GO!"
Shattered Soul says in a monotone voice, "Oh yeah… I’m persuaded."
He rolls his eyes as he walks around to the drivers side while Richie pushes the passenger seat back into it’s up right position and gets in. The doors draw close, the key turns as the engine gives a little resistance but eventually starts and finally the car takes off.
Busch, "Unbelievable… We’ve just witnessed the abduction of our Titanium Champion!"
"Black Cat" by Janet Jackson starts playing over the PA System and out comes Lori Anne Rossdale. She appears on the stage in a bikini to mixed reactions from the crowd. Lori strikes a few poses at the top of the ramp, and then continues on down the ring.

Sabrina: Ladies and Gentlemen the following is a Spring Break Bikini Brawl, it's scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Portsmouth, New Hampshire she is Lori Anne Rossdale!

Lori finally makes it to the ring, she slides in under the middle rope. Inside the ring we have two large multi-colored beach balls in opposite corners. We also have two mounds of sound, which are also in opposite corners. Lori looks at the beach balls, and sand and shakes her head. 

Busch: Well folks, next up is the Bikini Brawl between Lori Anne Rossdale, and Kaydence Starr. Neither woman was very impressed that they were scheduled in a bikini brawl but this should be a good one.

Styles: Why wouldn't they want to be in this match? These are the matches that the fans love the most! 

"I'ma Star" by Jeramiah starts playing over the PA System. Kaydence Starr walked out from behind the curtian and stands on the entrance ramp. Kaydence looks a little more confident in a bikini than Lori Anne.

Sabrina:, "Making her way to the ring, the challenger, from Chicago, Illinois...Kaydence Starr!"

After reaching the bottom of the ramp, Kaydence put’s a foot on the outside of the ring and jumps up doing the Melina split entrance on the outside ring canvas and slidding herself under the ropes as the crowd goes wild. Kaydence pulls herself up and jumps up on the second rope. She finally hops down as the music begins fading and looks at the sand and beach balls, and then across the ring at Lori.

Busch: Well folks, buckle up. This should be an interesting one. 

Styles: This is going to be great! Kaydence is hot!

Referee Mitch Roberts calls for the bell. Kaydence and Lori meet in the middle of the ring, they talk some trash, and then the two women lock up. Kaydence slips Lori into a side headlock. Kaydence wrenches her neck for a few seconds, and then Lori shoves Kaydence away into the ropes. Kaydence bounces off the ropes, Lori drops her shoulder down for a back body drop, but Kaydence sees it coming. Kaydence kicks Lori square in the chest. Lori shoots up, and falls backwards towards the turnbuckle into one of the mounds of sand. Kaydence quickly runs over and gets on top of Lori. Kaydence grabs Lori by the hair, and punches her a few times as the crowd reacts. Half cheering for Kaydence and half booing. 

Busch: Well folks Kaydence looks to be coming out angry. Lori could be in for a long match.

Styles: If I were Lori I would rip Kaydence's bikini off. 

Busch: Keep dreaming Eddie, keep dreaming.

Kaydence throws a punch at the side of Lori's head, but Lori gets an arm up blocking the punch. Lori uses the strength in her legs to rolls over knocking Kaydence over, Lori now is on top of Kaydence. Lori gets in a few shots, and then Mitch Roberts pulls Lori off of Kaydence and stands the women back up. Mitch gets out of the way, and Kaydence runs at Lori. Kaydence goes for a clothesline but Lori ducks out of the way. Kaydence runs a few steps and almost runs right into one of the beach balls in the corner, but Kaydence stops herself. Lori runs at Kaydence who had her back to her, but Kaydence picks up the beach ball, spins around and tosses it at Lori. Lori has to stop running to duck out of the way. Kaydence kicks Lori in the gut. Kaydence locks Lori's head under her arm, and lifts Lori's arm over her head. Kaydence snaps backwards connecting with a snap suplex. Lori hits the mat hard and Kaydence quickly covers.  1.............2.KICKOUT!

Busch: Lori isn't going to go away that easy. 

Styles: ...

Busch: Styles put the digital camera away, and focus!

Back in the ring, Kaydence is arguing with Mitch Roberts about what she thought was a slow count. Kaydence finally gives up arguning and turns around right into a HUGE slap from Lori. Kaydence stumbles back to the ropes holding her cheek. Lori charges at her, grabs her wrist and whips her across the ring to the ropes. Kaydence bounces off the ropes, Lori runs at her and drops to the ground, Kaydence almost tripped over her, but is able to jump over Lori at the last second. Kaydence runs through to the ropes on the other side of the ring, she comes off, and runs right into a quick standing dropkick from Lori. Now Kaydence is down, and Lori quickly pins. 1............2.........THR NO KICKOUT! 

Busch: Lori almost steals one from Kaydence right there! 

Lori keeps attacking Kaydence, as she stands up she kicks Kaydence a few times in the gut. Lori reaches down and grabs Kaydence by the hair. Lori pulls her to her feet, once Kaydence is up, Lori whips her to towards the corner turnbuckle with the missing beach ball. Kaydence hits the corner hard. Lori walks over to her and climbs up on the middle rope. Lori raises her arm in the air and drives it down on the top of Kaydence's hea. 

Busch: Lori Anne Rossdale looking for the 10 punches right in.

The crowd counts along 1..........2................3...........4..............5...........6... Lori is going for the 7th  punch, when Kaydence out of desperation reaches up behind Lori and pulls on the string of the top piece of her bikini, causing it to come undone. The crowd erupts as everyone tries to get a free peak. Lori immiedately drops down to the mat, and covers her chest with one hand, and ties her bikini up with the other. 

Styles: Did you see anything Burt? I didn't have a good angle! What did you see?

Busch: I had the same angle as you, I'm sitting right next to you.

Lori fixing her bikini gives Kaydence just enough time to recover. Lori runs at Kaydence who is still in the turnbuckle, Kaydence stops her with a kick to the gut. Kaydence grabs Lori by the shoulder and spins Lori into the corner. Kaydence draws her hand back, and connects with a huge knife edge chop that send Lori reeling back.  Kaydence grabs the top rope and uses it to keep her balance and she leans back and connects with a kick to Lori's chest. Lori reels back, and then drops to one knee. The fan cheers for Kaydence. Kaydence stands Lori up, and then pulls back and throws a fist right at Lori's face. Lori is able to duck out of the way, and Kaydence's hand almost slams into the steel turnbuckle. Lori stumbles forward out of the corner. She is a little slow, as she is holding her chest. Kaydence quickly recovers and dives forwards throwing her shoulder into the back of Lori's knee. 

Busch: Things are not looking good for Miss Rossdale right now. She needs to do something if she wants to win this one. 

Styles: I don't like her odds. I mean look at Kaydence! You can't beat that!

Busch: Well I don't think looks have anything to do with winning wrestling matches. 

Lori is down on a knee. Kaydence gets up to her feet and runs past Lori to the ropes. Kaydence comes off the ropes just as Lori is climbing to her feet. Kaydence grabs her and goes for the tornado DDT but when Kaydence goes for the tornado DDT Lori was ready for her, and used her strength and size advantage to keep Kaydence in the air and life her up, and then drop her connecting with a huge spinebuster. 

Busch: Big move from Lori Anne right there! She's right back in it now! 

Lori and Kaydence are both down as the fans cheer. Kaydence is rolling around holding her back. But it's Lori that is first to show signs of life. Lori rolls over on her stomach and then crawls towards the corner of the ring. Lori is crawling right towards the corner with the mound of sand in it. Lori crawls over until she is lying ontop of the sand. Lori reaches out and grabs a hand full of sand. 

Busch: Oh no! I think I know where this is going! 

Lori Anne closes her hand tight and climbs to her feet. Kaydence is finally starting to get back to her feet. She uses the ropes to pull her to her feet, holding her back the whole time. She has her back to Lori, and the fans yell and point at Lori waiting behind her, but Kaydence doesnt pay any attention to them. Kaydence slowly turns around. Lori cocks her arm back, and throws the handful of sand right at Kaydence's face!

Styles: Kaydence ducked!

Busch: Thats right! Kaydence ducked out of the way. She's got a beach ball!

Kaydence somehow scouted the handful of sand, and was able to duck out of the way. She grabs a beach ball. She and Lori both turn around to find each other. Kaydence hits Lori in the face with the beach ball. While it may not have hurt too much, it does knock Lori off balance. She stumbles backwards. Kaydence runs up behind her, drops to the mat and slams her backwards hitting a school boy pin. 1.................2......................3!!!

Busch: Kaydence did it! 

Styles: Thats right she did! 
Lori Anne rolls out as Kaydence calls out for a microphone.
Kaydence, "Now… As I tried to say two weeks ago… While beating on Lori Anne in a Bikini Brawl was fun enough I guess… I think I’ve done about as much as there is to do as Femme Fatale which is why… I’d like to officially announce that I’ll be transitioning into the interge…"
"The War foraged Warrior…"
"I Stand Alone" by Godsmack begins playing in the background as we see an image of Drew Stevenson coming from behind the curtain to flashes.
"For years Drew Stevenson has prided himself on being a symbol of excellence inside the ring…"
We see a clip of Drew giving WallStreet a deep arm drag into a basic arm bar… A clip of Drew taking David Van Dam over with a side headlock take down and hold the headlock… A clip of Drew Northern Lights Suplexing Jessica Jones and holding the bridge for the pin…
"Now, Watch the matches that built him as that very symbol on a two disc retrospective of the very best matches from one of the very best ring technicians in the sport today…"
See a clip of Shadow tapping to the Cloverleaf… Chris Walker tapping to the Cloverleaf… Duke Andrews tapping to the Cloverleaf…
"Listen as Drew Stevenson sits down with Glenn Matthews and gives you the information you didn’t know heading into his various bouts…"
We see a clip of Drew and Glenn sitting in the studio as Drew takes a deep breath and says, "Brother… It might have been the worse decision of my career and that’s why we haven’t see that epic match to this day…… But if I ever do get it to do over again, We’ll make it happen."
Go back to various clips of Drew Stevenson as the narrator continues, "Watch the very best of Drew Stevenson’s PWT Career… Defending the PWT Title in the ICWA Against Taylor "WallStreet" McCallister… the Ladder Match with Seifer… The Epic People’s Title feud with Jessica Jones, and the pure wrestling classics produced between he and long time completive rival David Van Dam… Over Four Hours of matches with an additional two hours of bonus features including the infamous Wipwreck/Stevenson Shockwave Wedding…"
We see a clip of Drew Stevenson and Becca Wipwreck at the alter, the preacher asking if anyone objects…
"Drew Stevenson and Burt Busch offering alternative commentary on both Drew’s title victory over Seifer and his title loss to WallStreet…"
We see Drew Stevenson climbing a ladder in the ring as Busch says, "Now we all know you’re a mat wrestler… Ya get put into a ladder match… What are ya thinking here as you’re making your first attempt up the ladder?"
Stevenson, "I’m thinking I hope this thing’s a Hell of a lot more sturdy then the ladder in my garage… Unfortunately, it wasn’t."
"And hear how Television and Reality mixed to send Drew into a real life marriage with PWT Owner Becca Wipwreck."
We see Becca and Drew sitting side by side, hand in hand outside on a sunny day, a light breeze ruffling their hair.
Drew, "It’s funny… For as much as marrying the bosses daughter supposedly elevated Triple H’s career, I’m sitting here married to the boss herself and I’ve only seen a couple more main events then the janitor."
The two laugh as Becca punches him in the arm.
Drew, "But seriously… It’s been wonderful."
From that we switch to the cover art for the DVD as the Narrator concludes, "Emerald Pride: Battles Of The War Forged Warrior"… On Sale May seventeenth at all reputable DVD Retailers."
*Commercial Break*

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Busch" Well folks we go from the fun and our lovely ladies out here in their bikinis, to something much more serious. At the last Shockwave we saw something that I can only describe as being heinous. A legend in the sport of wrestling Whisper came out before our live crowd at the Nationwide Arena to announce her retirement from active competition when this happened." 
Footage from the last Shockwave rolls

Whisper starts to step through the ropes when a maniacal laughter fills the air..."AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA" 
Whisper turns around to see Nevyrmorr, who was still lingering around the ringside area has taken the microphone from Sabrina and is now laying on the ring apron flat on his back looking up at the arena ceiling.
" You are kidding me right?"
Nev rolls to his side looking at Whisper. 
"You are out here wasting our time to tell everyone that the old gray mare just can't cut it anymore"
Whisper turns back towards the center of the ring with Nev rolling in under the bottom ropes coming up to his feet with a sinister little smirk on his face.
Busch's voice cuts in over the footage playing.
Busch" Whisper took all that she could from that mouthy punk Nevyrmorr and she put him in his place until the unthinkable happened"
Styles" I still can't believe what I witnessed"
Nev smiles reaching for Whisper's hand only to get drilled with a right hook that would make Tyson retire all over again and Ali have another stroke....Whisper drills Nev several more times knocking him to the mat and sending him scrambling for an escape.
Busch" Well Eddie, you go head and get in line because I'm sure Whisper will gladly kick your ass like she is doing to Nevyrmorr right now"
Styles"Ummm nevermind"
With the crowd going nuts and Nev crawling towards the corner...Whisper taunts to her fans and points to Nev. 
Fecca" I don't think this one is over yet"
Busch" Whisper is fixin' to take Nev behind the woodshed"

Whisper grabs a hold of Nev pulling him to his feet and spinning him towards her....WHOOSHHHHHHHH....Is the sound that comes from the ring with a huge fireball explodes from Nev's hand hitting Whisper squarely in the eyes.

We go back to a live shot inside the arena where the Cleveland fans are eeriely quiet after watching what happened to Whisper on the last Shockwave.

Busch" At this time we are going to a live feed from Whisper's home in Tampa, Florida where our colleague Bobby Fecca is now waiting with Whisper"
The scene cuts to the feed from Whisper's living room where Bob Fecca is seen sitting in a plush overstuffed chair looking very stoic as he speaks.
Fecca" Thank you Burt, I would like to thank Whisper for taking this time to talk to us. "
The camera view goes to Whisper sitting on a sofa with her eyes heavily covered in white bandages, her student Jazzy sitting at her side.
Whisper" Your welcome"
Fecca" Whisper, I think the question on everyone's mind tonight is how are you?"

Whisper lets out a heavy sigh" Well Bob, I'm hanging in there but right now things are pretty touch and go. The doctors at this time just don't know whether or not I will regain my eyesight."
Fecca" Well you must know that everyone is keeping you in our thoughts and prayers during this horrible time"

Whisper smiles" The out pouring of well wishes since this happened has been tremendous,and I want the fans to know that I appreciate all of their kind words. Jazzy here reads them to me daily and I want everyone to know that I am a tough girl and I am going to get through this. "
Fecca" Is there anything you would like to say to Nevyrmorr?"
Whisper's body tenses and her lips curl into a frown.
Whisper" Nev, I have dealt with some pretty extreme low-lifes in my career, but you might just be the worst. What you did to me wasn't wrestling, it was the act of a coward...You are such a bottom feeder that you have to reach up to touch a snake's belly....When I think of you I have nothing but remorse...Not for what happened to me,but for what I'm going to do to you WHEN, not if I get my eyesight back"
Whisper's body starts physically shaking with anger as a slight stream of tears appears from under the bandages
Whisper" This isn't overrrrrrrrrr Nev....Do you hear me....THIS ISNT OVER!!!"
Jazzy grabs her mentor trying to calm her down. 
Jazzy" I think that's enough,Whisper needs her rest"
The camera cuts away to Bob with the sounds of Whisper apparently kicking at the coffee table that sat between them. 
Fecca" Back to you Burt"
The scene goes back to a shot of Burt and Eddie
Busch" Lets all keep Whisper in her prayers. Clearly she still has a long road ahead of her to recovery"
Eddie" If I was Nev, I think I would be praying the opposite. If Whisper gets her eyesight back, you can bet she is going to come hunting"
Busch" Speaking of hunting, coming up next the debuting Leaky Format goes from host of his own talk show to the ring and the chance to pull off a Taylor Lynn moment by winning gold in his first PWT match"

Eddie" First he has to get by one huge roadblock...Matlock just won the Backyard Title not long ago and has been the King of the backyard for as long as I have worked here"

"Crown Royal" by Run DMC begins to play, and the fans immediately start booing. One of Leaky Format's cousins comes out on the stage, the hardcore PWTers know him as Chilly. The fans shower him with boos. He's got a mic and starts to introduce Leaky. 

Chilly: Yes, Yes, Yawl! Your dreams are now fulfilled! Get out of your seats and let's get ill! That's right live before your very eyes he is the epitome of greatness, your wrestling icon! Give it up For LEE KAY FO....

Busch: What The HELL?

Chilly is standing there introducing his cousin Leaky, when out of no where, well from stage left comes Matt Matlock, Backyard Championship around his waist and a monkey wrench in hand. The fans boos get louder as Matt sneaks up behind Chilly and clocks him in the back of the head with the wrench. Chilly drops to the ground immediately. Matlock looks down at him, and then casually walks down the ramp towards the ring. Leaky's video starts playing, and Pyro erupts, and out walks Leaky Format completely oblivious to what just happened. 

Styles: What a move by Matlock taking out Leaky's cousin like that! Matlock is already a step up on Leaky tonight. 

Leaky walks out on the ramp and quickly sees his cousin lying there motionless at the top of the ramp. Leaky looks down towards the ring, and sees Matt Matlock standing in the ring with the monkey wrench in one hand. Matlock holds out his hands as if he has no idea what happened to Chilly. Leaky immediately hops up and starts down the ramp towards the ring. 

Sabrina: Ladies and Gentlemen the following is scheduled for one fall and is for the Backyard Championship! Introduc...

Busch: Leaky hits the ring and all hell breaks loose and Sabrina has to get the hell out of dodge. 

Sabrina had been in the ring and is almost taken down by Leaky and Matlock. Leaky hit the ring, slid in and when he got up, Matlock took a big swing with the monkey wrench. Leaky ain't no rookie and saw it coming, and ducks out of the way. Leaky spins around and hits Matlock in the back of the head with his fist. Matlock stumbles forward and drops the wrench. Leaky continues attacking with a few more shots to the back of Matlock's head. Leaky grabs Matlocks and spins him around, and gets in a few shots to Matlock's face. Matlock is finally able to stop Leaky with a kick to the gut. Leaky drops to the ground and Matlock open hand slaps Leaky getting a huge reaction of boos from the crowd.

Busch: What a slap by Matlock. He has no respect for the 25 Year wrestling veteran Leaky Format. 

Styles: Like I said, Matt doesn't care what people think of him. He does what he has to do and I love it. 

The bell just now sounds to start the match and the ref is finally going even though this one has been going for about a minute. Matlock lets Leaky regain his composure, Matlock who still had his championship belt on, finally takes it off and hands it to referee Frank Mason who holds it in the air for the crowd to see. Matlock and Leaky are jawwing at each other from across the ring. Leaky has had enough, he runs at Matlock shoving Frank Mason out of his way to get to Matlock. Leaky goes for the lock up but Matlock ducks out of the way, and shoves Leaky chest first into the corner turnbuckle. Matlock immediately gets in a few swift punches to Leaky's kidneys. 

Styles: Leaky is an old man, that can't be good for his kidneys, he's going to be pissing blood for a week.

Busch: Old man or not, those shots are not good for anyone. But this is a hardcore rules match, anything and everything is legal. 

Leaky is holding his back as Matlock backs off a little, he turns around but is obviously hurt from those shots. Matlock shoots at Leaky trying to drive his shoulder in Leaky, but Leaky showing some veteran prowess dives out of the way and Matlock jams his shoulder into the top turnbuckle. Matlock looks phased by it, he immediately grabs his shoulder, Leaky is up on his feet, Matlock is near the ropes. Leaky runs at him, and connects with a huge clothesline that sends Matlock flying over the top rope and down to ring side. Leaky drops to the mat, and rolls out of the ring.

Busch: I was wondering how long they would last in the ring.

Styles: The fans don't want to see them in the ring, every other match tonight will be fought in the ring, in this match they can fight anywhere. And the fans love it!

The fans are booing. It is definitely a split crowd. Some people are cheering for Matlock and some for Leaky. But not because they love either of them, they are just cheering for the guy they hate the least. Matlock is down at ringside. Leaky pulls him up to his feet. Leaky presses him up against the ring apron, and slaps Matlock with a huge chop. The fans give a half hearted WOOOOOOO. Leaky gets another knife edge chop in, before grabbing Matlock's wrist and whipping him gut first into the guard rail. 

Styles: Aww that has got to hurt! 

Matlock drops to the floor, Leaky takes this opportunity to stomp Matlock a few times. Once Leaky is certain that Matlock is going to be down, Leaky walks around one side of the ring to where Sabrina is sitting. Leaky signals for her to move. Sabrina starts to get out of her seat but not soon enough, Leaky forces her up, and grabs the steel chair from under her. Leaky folds up the chair, and makes his way back to the side of the ring where Matlock is starting to climb to his feet. Matlock is facing away from Leaky.

Busch: Look at the look in Leaky's eyes. He is going to kill Matlock with this chair shot. 

Leaky does look determined to end Matlock right here. Matlock slowly climbs to his feet. He's facing towards the ramp and away from Leaky. Slowly he turns around to face Leaky. Leaky pulls back the chair, and swings it like he is swinging a baseball bat, right at Matlocks head. Leaky connects! But not with Matlock. Nah. Matlock ducked out of the way and Leaky hit the corner turnbuckle pole hard. The echo from the steel hitting the steel can be heard throughout the whole arena. Leaky immediately shows out in pain and doubles over holding his hands and wrists. 

Styles: Now THAT has to hurt! 

Busch: Leaky swung that chair like he was trying to knock Matlock's head right off his body!

Leaky turns around still doubled over and Matlock grabs his head and levels him with a quick DDT. The fans boo the loudest they have all match as Matlock pops back up and immediately starts pointing at his brain making sure the crowd knows how smart that was. He then points up at the screen up at the top of the ramp as he yells out "I SAW IT COMING".

Busch: Matlock used the big screen we have here to see Leaky waiting behind him with the chair. Thats just...

Styles: Don't worry Burt. I got this one! That was just pure genious!

Matlock continues to taunt the crowd, and it proves to be just a little too long of a taunt. Leaky is able to regain just enough composure to push himself up to his knees. Matlock has his back to Leaky. Leaky uses everything he has to deliver one of the biggest low blows we have seen here in PWT in quite some time. Matlock is actually lifted up into the air, before dropping like a rock to the floor holding his 'boys'. The crowd actually cheers as Matlock writhes around on the ground in an understandable amount of pain. 

Busch: Thats why you don't taunt these fans. You focus on your opponent and the match. Don't get sidetracked or else youre asking for something like that or worse to happen!

Styles: There is something worse than that?

Busch: Good point. A low blow like that is one of the worst things I can think of happening!

Leaky climbs back up to his feet, and walks over to where Matlock is lying and talks a little trash. Leaky picks Matlock up and rolls him into the ring. Leaky walks over and picks up the chair he had previously and throws it over the top rope and into the ring. The chair narrowly hits Matlock right in the face but he rolls out of the way in time. Leaky then reaches down and finds the monkey wrench that Matlock brought in with him lying on the ground. Leaky picks up the wrench and slides it into the ring. Leaky then climbs up on the ring apron, and through the middle rope and into the ring. 

Busch: I'm affraid things don't look to good for Matlock right now.

Styles: Yeah but every time you or that baboon Fecca say that, the other guy somehow always goes on a run.

Styles called it. Leaky bent down to grab Matlock, he pulled him about halfway to his feet, before Matlock punches Leaky in the gut. Matlock continues to strike Leaky as he makes his way to his feet. Matlock is really letting into Leaky right now, with several shots Leaky's head and gut. Matlock grabs Leakys wrist and irish whips him into the rope. Leaky hits the ropes and bounces off, but Matlock is right there waiting for him, and hits him with a knee right into Leaky's gut. Leaky flips over Matlocks knee landing on his butt. Matlock immediately connects with a falling dropkick hitting Leaky in the back of the head with his feet.

Busch: You called it Styles. Matlock is now in control, and bah gawd he is going to end it.

Matlock bends down and picks up the monkey wrench, and stands up with a sadistic smile on his face. Matlock walks over to Leakys feet. Leaky is lying on his stomach and has no way of knowing that Matlock is there. Matlock raises the wrench into the air and slams it down on the back of Leaky's knee. 

Busch: Damnit! That is how people's careers get ended! He can't do that!

Styles: Actually he can! This is a Backyard Championship match! There isn't anything he cant do! 

The crowd showers Matlock in boos, he stands there with a smug grin on his face. Leaky is clutching his knee and writhing in pain. Frank Mason the referee pushes Matlock away as he drops to the mat to check on Leaky. Leaky shoves Frank away with one hand while clutching his knee with the other. Leaky slides over to the ropes and uses them to pull himself up to his feet. 

Busch: Look at the heart of this guy! Love him or hate him. At 38 Years old he is able to get up after a vicious shot like the one Matlock just hit him with.

Styles: Standing up is one thing, but finishing this match and having any shot of winning his a completely different thing. 

Styles once again might be right. Leaky lets go of the ropes, and walks towards Matlock and his knee buckles forcing him to grab back onto the ropes. Matlock looks smug across the ring knowing this one is in the bag. Frank Mason once again checks on Leaky, Frank goes to call for the bell ending the match but Leaky lunges out and grabs him around the collar and talks him out of it. 

Styles: What I don't get is why Matlock isn't attacking him. This is your chance. 

Busch: He doesn't have to. This is not good for Leaky and Matlock knows it.

Finally Matlock goes after Leaky. He runs at him. Leaky is still up against the ropes. Matlock appeared to be going for a clothesline, but somehow Leaky drops his shoulder down and counters with a back body drop. But half way through the move, Leaky's knee gives out a little and he barely gets Matlock over the top rope. Matlock grabs the top rope and stays on the ring apron. Leaky sees it, and jumps backwards into Matlock elbowing him in the face and sending Matlock flying off the ring apron. 

Busch: Wow I am impressed. Leaky is showing some life! 

Back in the ring, Leaky uses the ropes to climb to his feet. Once he is standing he tries to walk away from the ropes and takes a step or two before his knee giving out on him. The fans are now completely behind Leaky. He is away from the ropes, but is determined as hell to stand up without them. He pushes himself to his knees and then starts to climb up to his feet. He makes it! Leaky is up on his own! The fans are all cheering. But Leaky then drops back down to the mat and holds his knee. Or at least attempts to hold his knee. 

Busch: What is he doing? 

Leaky is unwrapping some of the athletic tape he had wrapped around his knee, under his knee pad. Leaky digs inside, and pulls out a pair of brass knuckles. Leaky, slides him on his hand, and then lays on the ground holding his knee. Matlock is back up ringside. He quickly slides in the ring, still seeing Leaky down. Matlock is determined to end it, he quickly makes his way to Leaky, bends down and picks Leaky up. Leaky is up to his feet when he spins around and drills Matlock with the brass knuckles. Matlock remains on his feet for a few seconds, before falling straight backwards!

Busch: This has got to be it! Matlock is done. Leaky is going to be the new Backyard Champion! What a match folks! What a match! 

Leaky is on his feet, he looks at Matlock and thinks briefly of pinning. But this is personal. He wants to embarass Matlock. He points over at the turnbuckle, and the crowd cheers loudly. Slowly but surely Leak walks over to the turnbuckle. Leaky climbs out of the ring, and up on the bottom turnbuckle. He is being very cautious with that knee.

Busch: I don't know if I agree with this, but what do I know? Leaky Format is testing that knee making sure it will holding up with he goes for Waterfalls which is his version of a shooting star press.

Back in the ring. Leaky has made it to the middle rope. The fans are behind him, and he seems to be feeding off them. Leaky takes the final step and climbs up on the top rope. Leaky is a little wobbly but after a few seconds he balances out. He bends down a little testing that knee. It's going to take that knee holding up to hit this one. When Leaky seems satisfied, he nods to the crowd and then leaps up in the air...

Busch: HE'S DOING IT!!!

...

Styles: NO!!!! Matlock gets his knees up! Matlock gets his knees up! Leaky came right down on Matlocks knees. Nice effort kid, but the champ is one step ahead of you. 

Somehow, Matlock who was showing no signs of life, got his knees up, and Leaky landed right on them. Leaky who has already been through hell in this match is lying motionless in the ring. Matlock isn't moving either. The fans are chanting Leaky's name, but Matlock is the first one to show life. He slowly climbs to his feet. Much to the crowds dismay. Matlock shakes off the brass knucke shot, and then walks over to Leaky. Matlock grabs Leaky by the head, he pulls him up to his feet. Matlock is behind Leaky. He bends down and pick him up on his shoulders.

Styles: The Matlock Go Round 2009 Special Edition!!! 

Think Brock Lesnars F5 but with Leaky facing up instead of down. Matlock connects with the move! Matlock immediately pins Leaky. 1.................2.................

Busch: THREE!!! Thats it folks! Matlock has done it. You have got to give it to Leaky. He fought hard and showed a lot of heart.

Styles: Heart doesn't cut it in PWT! 

Matlock jumps to his feet, as Frank Mason hands him his belt.

Sabrina: Ladies and Gentlemen, you're winner and still Backyard Champion! MATT MATLOCK!!!

Busch: What a match folks! Wait… Aww, Come on now!
The bell is sounding as Matlock starts putting the boots to his defeated adversary.
The bell sounds as Busch says, "Ya already won the match, there’s no need for this…"
Styles, "Evidently Matlock disagrees…"
The crowd doesn’t seem to care too much one way or the other since Matlock and Leaky are both heels… But they start to care pretty quickly when Phoenix Winterborn comes darting down the ramp.
Busch, "Wait… Here comes Winterborn! Matlock beat Winterborn for the belt at Immortal Glory, we haven’t heard much from him sense but here he comes and business is fixin to pick up…"
Phoenix born slides in and Matlock looks up just in time to eat a hard right making him snap back to the mat. Matlock shoots back up and WHAM! Another hard right making him snap back. Matlock shoots back up again, Phoenix draws back but this time Matlock drops down on his own and rolls under the bottom rope with the Backyard title in tow as he holds his jaw in aggravation walking around the ring.
Busch, "Phoenix Winterborn has returned and he’s let Matlock know that he hasn’t heard the last of the American Tradition and his backyard championship aspirations!"
Phoenix’s theme begins to play as we switch shots to Duke Andrews standing at the monitor in the back shaking his head.
Busch, "And speaking of returns, There’s Duke Andrews!"
Duke half laughs as he says, "That crazy Matlock…"
WHAM! Duke suddenly lunges forward, knocking over the table with the monitor and hitting a knee on the concrete floor. 
Busch, "What in the world?!"
The camera pans back and we see someone in blue jeans, a red and white Canadian Maple Leaf hoody and holding the Canadian flag, which he draws back and wraps Duke across the neck with a second time to make him drop on his face holding his neck.
Busch, "What’s going on?!"
The guy suddenly takes a hand and draws back the hoody showing his Brian Kendrick-like face as the crowd boos…
Styles, "He! That’s…"
Busch, "SCOTT LUNDE! But what the Hell is he doing here?!"
Scott smirks as he drops down to a knee by Duke and says, "Now That… You Son of a Bitch… Was A Reality Check!"
Scott pushes himself up from the knee, resting the flag on his shoulder as he walks off…
Busch, "Scott Lunde… The former tag team partner of Duke Andrews… He’s come to PWT but… Well there’s one tag team we won’t be seein steppin in line to contend the Heritage, that’s for sure! Folks, We’re gonna try and get some sense of order back around here… Don’t go away… When we come back the Blue haired hero Shadow will be in action, Plus, still to Come the Femme Fatale title on the line as Hope Rivers defends against former champion Teresa Ramos and, Finally, Javen and Josh "Whysper" Ryan bring their feud to a head. All of this and so much more when we come back.
*Commercial Break*

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Re：PWT Saturday Night Shockwave May 1st, 2010

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We return from commercial and there’s a smaller, paler guy with short brown hair and a black and blue singlet with black and blue tights standing in the ring. We head from him to the stage as the lights flash blues and "Hero" by Skillet begins blasting over the PA. The crowd begins to cheer as the curtain flies to the side and Shadow comes bobbing out, holding his head ala Jeff Hardy.
Sabrina, "The following is scheduled for one fall… Already in the ring from Cleveland Ohio (crowd cheers)… Weighing in at 185 Pounds… David Marshall!"
We get a shot of the kid in his corner, raising an arm to a smattering of applause from his home town crowd.
"And his opponent… On the way to the ring from Washington DC… SHHHHHADOW!"
The crowd cheers as Shadow begins down the ramp.
Busch, "Well folks, as Shadow makes his way to the ring to compete against this local athlete, we’d like to remind you that a limited amount of tickets are still available for the Mellon Arena in Pittsburgh where Shockwave will emanate two weeks from tonight… As well as the HSBC Arena in Buffalo New York on May twenty nineth… The Joe Louis Arena in Detroit Michigan on June the twelfth, and, tickets go on sale next weekend for PWT Pay Per View at the Angel Arena in Grand Rapids on Sunday June Twenty seventh. Of course if ya go to PWT.com slash events you can also find out what non televised events are heading your way between those shows."
Styles, "If ya have the opportunity to catch a PWT Show you don’t want to miss it, Much the same as if you get the opportunity to catch hold of a Butterfinger ya don’t wanta miss that either…"
Busch, "Crispity… Crunchity… Nobody better lay a finger on my butterfinger."
Styles, "Brought to you tonight in part by Butterfinger… And in part by Nightmare on Elm Street… Guess who’s back on the big screen?"
Busch, "You don’t mean…"
Styles, "I do indeed… Freddie’s back with the haunting remake of Nightmare on Elm Street… And finally… PWT Shockwave is brought to you by Wal Mart… Always Rolling Back prices so you save money."
Busch, "Love me some Wal Mart… Had to go to Wal Mart today in fact to pick up a couple of things."
Styles, "And with all their convenient locations around the world and great prices, how can ya not love Wal Mart?"
Busch, "Absolutely."
The ads subside from the screen as Shadow jumps over the top rope. His theme beginning to fade as the official calls for the bell.
Busch, "Here we go… The young man "David Marshall" getting the opportunity of a lifetime as he shows his stuff on the grand stage of PWT, looking to break out and make a name for himself."
Styles, "A task easier said then done… Shadow’s been on a down turn lately going oh and three against Drew Stevenson and then coming up short against Nevyrmorr two weeks ago… You have to believe he’s looking to bring that to an end here tonight."
Busch, "No doubt about it."
Shadow and Marshall lock up, Shadow quickly taking the head and then taking Marshall over with the side headlock take down… Marshal tries to push himself out of the headlock but to no avail as the crowd gives a light cheer to Shadow. Marshall twists around off his back to his knees forcing Shadow to a knee… They continue up to their feet… Marshal wraps his arms around Shadow’s waist and darts back, forcing Shadow into the ropes… Shadow launches off across the ring as Marshall holds his neck and stumbles to the middle just in time to eat a shoulder block from Shadow making him hit the mat. Shadow looks down, then darts back at the ropes as Marshall jumps up and then drops down at Shadow’s feet, making Shadow run over him across the ring… Marshall back up… Shadow comes back and Marshall looks for a Hip toss but Shadow locks up, preventing the toss, Chops Marshall in the stomach making him bend forward a little, places a leg over Marshall’s neck, jumps up as Marshall tries to stand up right and swings backwards around the side of Marshall’s legs taking him over with a Hurrancanrana that delights the crowd.
Busch, "Well executed Hurrancanrana from Shadow to Marshall and… Wait… I’m being told that a large Hummer is arriving in the wrestlers parking area of the arena… We’ve got a camera man in pursuit to go see what’s going on…"
We switch from Shadow giving an arm drag into an arm bar on Marshall to the point of view of a camera man running through the back toward a large garage door that’s being open, probably specifically for said camera man. We see him run up out of the arena and sure enough, about fifteen feet from what we can assume is the production truck, is a big ole hummer. All four doors draw open simultaneously… Out of the Driver seat steps WallStreet in a gray power suit… Out of the passenger seat steps David Van Dam in a tan power suit… Out of the rear driver’s side door steps Christian Michaels in a black power suit and Faith Rivers in black leather pants and a black spaghetti strap top… out of the rear passenger side steps a big guy who looks like Scott Steiner in a pair of black dress slacks and a white button up holding one of those bubble wrap protected orange envelopes followed by Taylor Lynn in a sexy Woman Power Suit/Skirt type deal with the PWT World Championship over her shoulder…
Styles, "Did you know they were coming tonight?"
Busch, "I’ve been calling Taylor, Dave and Christian for two weeks… None of em would answer… I didn’t know a thing… I still don’t… Do they even still work here? I thought they may have quit after last Shockwave."
The group convenes I in front of the hummer. WallStreet looks at the Steiner lookin dude and says, "Creed, You know what to do big man."
Creed gives a half nod and heads over to the production truck, walking up the stairs and pounding on the door. It draws open and as soon as it does Creed forces his way in..
WallStreet nods toward his comrads, "Alright… Let’s do this."
They nod back and begin heading toward the door where the camera man came in… The Camera man’s walking backwards in front of them but he’s not doing it fast enough apparently as Taylor Lynn’s hand grabs the lens and shoves it away as she says, "Screw off camera douche."
The Camera guy stays where he’s at and shoots the high powered quartet’s backs as they begin to disappear into the building… We switch back to the match in progress where David Marshall has finally gotten the upper hand as he’s lying on his chest with Shadow hooked in a front facelock.
Busch, "Shadow and David Marshall still going in the ring but… How about that arrival? Four of the most controversial figures in the industry… Especially right now… Showing up together, in addition to that very large man…"
Styles, "That big guy, as I understand it, is Taylor Lynn’s Boyfriend - slash- Body Guard Allen Creed."
Busch, "The question is, what are they all doing here… Especially together? I mean I know we all know that David, Taylor and Christian are friends but… Taylor Lynn?"
Back in the ring Shadow’s worked his way to his feet from the front facelock and spins with a hold on Marshall’s left wrist, forcing him to bend a little as Shadow applies a side wristlock. Shadow quickly converts that into a hammer lock and starts twisting on Marshall’s shoulder from that position.
Busch, "I guess we’ve got another camera man catching up to the group… Let’s take ya back there again…"
Sure enough we switch to the shot just as a jogging camera man appears to be arriving to the four from behind. They head up s small set of steps and get behind a curtain… The camera follows and when we do we see the famous gorilla position. Announcer Sean Greene off to the side with headphones on looking at a monitor. Holden "TOG" Riser and Randy Undomesticated sitting around in dress slacks and a new Black PWT Polo… They quickly get up and let the four know there’s a match going on… But WallStreet just motions toward Green, apparently signaling for Michaels to head over there and yank the head set off of Greene’s head.
Busch, "What in the world…"
CM doesn’t put it on but speaks into the mic on it, "Big man… Have em hit it."
CM tosses the head set back to the obviously intimidated Sean Greene before we switch to a stage view as we hear…
Suddenly the instrumental lead in begins as the lights turn gold…
At about the fourteen second mark of "Re-education Through Labor" by Rise Against, the curtain flies to the side and WallStreet leads the pack onto the stage as the crowd erupts with boos.
Busch, "Evidently Creed was on assignment to get their entrance ready… That’s a bit… Pretentious for lack of a better term."
Styles, "Hey, They’re your buddies."
From left to right (looking down from the stage) it’s David Van Dam, Taylor Lynn, WallStreet, Faith Rivers, and Christian Michaels in a line, With Wally up front and a V shape behind him. Shadow and the local guy have stopped exchanging holds and are looking up the ramp in confusion. Finally the group commonly referred these days as the "Clique" begins making it’s way down the ramp.
Busch, "I have no idea what’s going on… Two weeks ago we saw what occurred… I don’t feel the need to go real indepth on the actions of Xavier Homicide, I’m sure everyone has seen what took place at this point. All of the people finding their way to the ring right now were singled out and none of them appreciated it…"
Styles, "And rightfully not…"
Busch, "Of course, Nobody’s suggesting that they weren’t wronged… However, Then they threw a fit and talked about not coming to work this week… Now they’re coming out here in the middle of a match, screwing Shadow and this local kid out of their opportunity to do business… They may be my friends but between threatening not to show up to work and effectively suggesting they may urinate on the fans because they’re upset over one superstar’s rogue actions, and then deciding to show up and screwing these kids over… Well that’s not right and I have to say, I’m very disappointed right now with this collection of individuals I believe to generally be class acts."
Styles, "Say that a little louder… Nobody’s been fired since WallStreet stepped away two weeks ago, I like the idea of throwing you under the bus if the Firing Squad’s coming back."
WallStreet leads the gang up the stairs, two taking the left side of the ring apron, three taking the ramp side. They all enter between the ropes. The new kid eagerly extends his hand to WallStreet as Shadow just stands there perplexed. WallStreet points to the back and the camera picks him up saying "Hit The Bricks…"
The new guy drops his head but follows orders… Shadow’s no dumby either, he also leaves.
Styles, "Ha… Match over I guess."
WallStreet reaches down and is handed a microphone……
WallStreet, "Alright Big man… Let the production monkeys cut the music."
Evidently when Creed asks, he doesn’t have to ask twice as the music abruptly cuts.
WallStreet, "Now…"
Crowd: YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!
WallStreet, "I’ve got all night… It makes no difference to me if you assh*les get to see your main event or not."
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
WallStreet, "That’s what I thought… Now, Two weeks ago your new found hero Xavier Homicide came…"
Crowd: HOM-I-CIDE! HOM-I-CIDE! HOM-I-CIDE! HOM-I-CIDE! HOM-I-CIDE!
WallStreet, "Chant your hearts away, His ass is down in Hurricane country and with any lucky, maybe one of those big ol water filled whirl wins will come wipe him of the map."
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOO! WE WANT X-MAN (Clap, Clap, Clap-Clap-Clap)… WE WANT X-MAN (Clap, Clap, Clap-clap-clap)… WE WANT X-MAN (Clap, Clap, Clap-clap-clap)
WallStreet shakes his head and continues, "… Anyway… Two weeks ago "X Man" comes out here throwing a tantrum and putting all of us in this ring on blast… Talking about who’s playing "politics" and who should and shouldn’t be champion, who deserves what… Making reference to some "Clique"… And since then that’s all I’ve heard… All the whispers about "The Clique"… Meaning David, Christian, Faith, Taylor and I… The "Clique" Runs PWT… The "Clique" Calls the shots… The "Clique" pulls the strings… If you’re not down with the "Clique", You can’t get anywhere in PWT. Well, You want some raw truth… All you people behind that curtain who are crying about "The Clique"… Here’s the truth… If you people could draw anything more than a stick figure, David, Faith and I would all be enjoying retirement, Christian wouldn’t have had to break his back carrying this damn place every time it’s been open for the last five years and we’d of never had to of hired one of about five legitimate stars to ever get stuck in Chicago. So you wanta hate someone for the "Clique" and our influence, Hate yourselves. When you guys fumble the ball around, Becca and Jon know exactly who to call to save the day… It’s not the Ghost Busters, It’s the Ratings Getters… The Main Eventers… The Sell Out Attractions of our business… The so-called "Clique"."
Now David’s acquired a microphone…
David, "That’s absolutely right… We’re talking about all of this truth, let’s keep that theme for a minute. I hear all this hype… All this hoopla over Kim Pain and the Revolution championship… About how Kim Pain’s "Revolutionizing" PWT… Bull… Plain and Simple. You wanta know who revolutionized PWT? Because I’ll tell ya… It was Christian Michaels and David Van Dam as the two main stars of this company and Taylor McCallister behind the curtain working his magic in the front office. We Three revolutionized PWT… We three put this company on the map in two thousand five… And up until Taylor Lynn just came in to take a little bit of that weight off our backs, We Three have been the only thing going around here. So before ya get all hot and bothered over Kim Pain and the so called "Revolution"… You better think back and remember who the REAL Revolutionary around here is… Because I got no problem reminding every one of you if you’ve forgotten… Although when I make those memories flood back it may very well be at the stake of your precious Kim Pain’s career. Just something to think about."
David offers a cold glare toward the camera before he hands the mic off to Michaels, The fans still booing desperately.
Michaels, "David’s absolutely right… I won’t go so far as to say that Nobody else ever did anything for this company but, when you look back through the annals of time there are three names that you can find every time this company has been successful… Van Dam… Michaels… and McCallister. Now, I don’t know when all of a sudden it became unpopular to carry a company on your back and bust your ass like nobody’s business for it… But somewhere along the line it must have because that’s exactly what I’ve been doing for five years and all of a sudden as Immortal Glory came about, you people turned your backs on me like the popular kid who took the average lookin girl to the prom but had second thoughts when the prom queen started winkin his way… I’m anything but Average and Xavier’s damn sure not any kind of royalty. Xavier Homicide’s a piece of crap who should have his wrestling license revoked and be forced out of this business, plain and simple."
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOO! X IS TRUTH! X IS TRUTH! X IS TRUTH! X IS TRUTH!"
Michaels seems disgusted as he shakes his head, "Ya know what… If you idiots really buy that crap then I’m glad I don’t have your support anymore. I’d rather be hated by everyone but know I’m right then loved by a bunch of morons who jump behind the first bitch to insert their tampon wrong and go nuts."
Michaels rolls his eyes and hands the mic over to Taylor Lynn… this transaction drawing even MORE boos then they’d already gotten.
Taylor smirks, "Aww… I love you guys too…"
Crowd: SHE’S A CRACK WHORE (Clap, Clap, Clap-clap-clap), SHE’S A CRACK WHORE (Clap, Clap, Clap-clap-clap), SHE’S A CRACK WHORE (Clap, Clap, Clap-clap-clap)…
WallStreet’s nostrils flair as he brings his mic back to his lips and says, "HEY! That’s your world champion! You shut your mouths and show her the respect she deserves!"
Crowd: SHE’S STILL A CRACK WHORE (Clap, Clap, Clap-clap-clap)… SHE’S STILL A CRACK WHORE (Clap, Clap, Clap-clap-clap), SHE’S STILL A CRACK WHORE (Clap, Clap, Clap-clap-clap)…
Taylor shakes her head, "You call me whatever you want, but, whether you like it or not I’m World champion and your precious Xavier Homicide is still a b*tch in waiting. Choke on that."
Crowd: STILL A CRACK WHORE (Clap, Clap, Clap-clap-clap)… STILL A CRACK WHORE (Clap, Clap, Clap-clap-clap)…
Taylor groans, "Whatever… Ya know, I thought I left disgusting trash like you people and Xavier Homicide when I left the wasteland of Chicago but evidently I was wrong… Regardless though… I am the number one star in all of Professional Wrestling.. This championship over my shoulder verifies that and as long as it’s in my grasp -And rest assured, it’ll be in my grasp for a long… LONG time-… You will all bow down and kiss the feet of your Queen Sinstress."
She smirks as they continue to boo…
WallStreet, "You’re damned right… Now… You people wanta get your panties in a bunch over how the Clique supposedly pulls the strings? Well guess what sweethearts… You wanta cry, We’ll give ya something to cry about. The sheets wanta give us the credit for running this place, then run this place we shall. We’re taking over and there’s not a person on this planet that can stop us. We’re gonna do what we want, when we want, how we want to do it… And that’s gonna start with me making the decision to save Xavier Homicide’s job."
The crowd erupts…
WallStreet, "Oh yeah… That’s right… We’re gonna keep Homicide around. Because firing him would be way to easy. Now… Christian Michaels and Taylor Lynn both wanta beat Xavier to a bloody pulp… They’ve both been begging me all week to let them have first crack at Xavier Homicide and end his career… However… As giving a man as I am, Even Ol’ Saint Nick keeps a present or two for himself and this is one gift I just can’t give. I’m sorry guys."
WallStreet turns to CM and Taylor apologetically, both of them nodding and patting Wally on the shoulder to express their understanding.
WallStreet, "Because, *I’M* Taking the first shot at Xavier Homicide… Two Weeks from tonight on Shockwave, *I* am going to do what all of us in this ring have salvated at the idea of doing for two weeks and I’m going to take Xavier Homicide up to that glass ceiling he’s convinced we’ve placed over his head… Open the trapped door… Climb up top and drag his power ranger lovin ass up top with me… Double under hook his little arms… And Stock Market Crash his beat up boxer mug through that glass ceiling all the way to the mat! I’m not just gonna beat Xavier Homicide in two weeks… I’m gonna beat the unholy HELLLLL Out of Xavier Homicide, In Two Weeks."
His words escaped like a deep growl from a deadly animal as his eyes locked with the camera, shooting daggers…
WallStreet, "You people in the back wanted a "Clique" to be the scapegoats for your own inabilities… You people in the stands wanted a "Clique" to hate for your mediocre favorites not being able to hang at the top… Well, Christmas has come early because We’re that Clique and from here on in… We Run This."
WallStreet drops the mic as "Re-education Through Labor" begins blasting over the PA again as the Clique talks amongst themselves in the ring.
Busch, "Folks…… I have no words to describe the eerie feeling coming over this company right now… All I can say is may God have mercy on all of us because, I guarantee, this "clique" in the ring will have none."
We suddenly fade to the back where Becca and Brooks are watching this on the monitor. Becca throws her hands up, "Unbelievable… You know what… They wanta run this place? Screw it… Let em. I’m done… I am SOOOOOOO Done with this crap. Between their egos, and the fact that you’re a nutless wonder and won’t back me up on anything because God forbid you get dragged in the middle of something… Forget it. They’re you’re problem now. I quit. Have fun."
Becca storms off as Brooks raises an eyebrow and kinda shrugs…
Busch, "Wait… WHAT?! Can She… Can she do that?! Can she quit her own company?!"
Styles. "I… I think she just did!"
Busch, "This place is transforming before our very eyes… I don’t know into what, But I can damn sure tell ya that it won’t be long before it’s unrecognizable to the long time PWT audience. Folks… We’ve gotta take a break… We’ll be right back. I… I just can’t believe this night."
*Commercial Break*

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When we come back there’s a still pick of the Clique in the ring earlier…
Busch, "If you missed it… David Van Dam, Christian Michaels, Taylor Lynn, Faith Rivers and Taylor McCallister all just joined us in the ring and… Well… Check it out…"
They show various parts of the previous promo again before heading to ringside with Busch and Styles.
Busch, "Just unbelievable… The PWT World in a state of absolute awe at what has transpired… Becca Wipwreck has seemingly quit her own company… The "Clique" has declared their intentions to take over and it appears as if that’s exactly what’s going on as we’ve been told that Xavier Homicide’s unpain suspension will be lifted so that he can meet WallStreet in Pittsburgh in two weeks… We’re just in an unbelievable time right now."
Styles, "Well if ya feel the ground moving under your feet it’s because the plates in the PWT World are shifting and the alignment is altering. You said it before and I absolutely agree… PWT is on the cusp of being completely transformed… I’m not saying for better or for worse, but things are damn sure gonna be different."
Busch, "And certainly Teresa Ramos hopes that’ll be the case tonight as she contends for the championship she held but two weeks ago… Let’s take it to Sabrina in the ring to get that bout underway…"
As cameras went to ringside for the next match, Sabrina was standing in the middle of the ring with the microphone raised to speak.

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

The crowd gives a pop for that.

Busch, "Two weeks ago Hope defeated Teresa Ramos for the title, but the former Championess has already cashed in her rematch clause. And if this encounter is anything like the first..it's going to be awesome."

Just then "Smooth" by Rob Thomas hits and the cheers that were filling the arena turned to boos as Teresa comes out onto the entrance ramp in her wrestling attire with the Femme Fatale Championess around her waist, as she struts about. 

Busch, "What in the world? Teresa is not the Championess. So why does she have the title belt?!"

Styles, "I've been rather busy preparing for the show, but I'm guessing the rumors are true, that Teresa stole the championship right out of Hope's locker room. But what does it matter when she's just going to win it back anyway?"

Busch, "That remains to be seen. But you'd have to assume Hope's not going to be pleased not being able to walk out here with the gold on her first defense."

Sabrina, "Making her way to the ring first, from El Paso Texas, she is the challenger for this contest...Teresa Ramos." 

A triumphant smile appears on her face as she walks down the middle of the rampway. She was about halfway down the ramp, when the boos suddenly turned into cheers. Hope came running down the aisle and hit Teresa with a forearm to the back.

Styles, "That's uncalled for! Do something ref!"

Busch, "The match didn't start yet. What do you expect him to do?"

Styles, "I dunno. But..SOMETHING!"

As Teresa stumbled forward the rest of the way down the ramp, Hope grabbed her by the hair and smashed Teresa's face off the ring apron. As Teresa went down to one knee holding her face, Hope unfastened the championship from around Teresa's waist and tossed it aside.

"IT'S MINE NOW!", Hope shouts while grabbing a hold of Teresa and tossing into the ring before getting in herself.

Busch, "Hope letting everyone, especially Teresa, know just who's belt it is."

Styles, "Teresa will change that before this one is over."

Mason signalled for the bell as both women scrambled up to a vertical base.

Busch, "And this one is officially underway."

Styles, "About freakin' time Mason do something."

Busch, "Oh quit your whining. Teresa brought it upon herself when she took Hope's title."

Teresa came right at Hope for a clothesline, but Hope ducked underneath and went behind Teresa, grabbing her around the waist. Hope then takes her over with a german suplex. As Hope gets back on her feet, she delivers a leg drop across Teresa's chest, before making a cover. Mason gets down but only gets a one before Teresa kicks out.

Busch, "A quick pinfall attempt by the Championess."

Styles, "That the challenger easily kicks out of."

Once the both women were back up on their feet, Hope came toward Teresa, but was met with a boot to the midsection. As Hope doubled forward, Teresa grabbed ahold of her and planted her face first to the mat with a Tornado DDT. As Teresa got back up on her feet, she began to kick Hope viciously til the Championess ended up on her back, and didn't even stop then.

Busch, "Teresa showing off a bit of her nasty streak."

Styles, "Nasty?! I think it's GREAT!"

Mason finally had to grab Teresa by the waist and pull her away from the Championess himself.

Busch, "Frank Mason finally involving himself here..."

Styles, "Pfftt..where was he before?"

Busch, "I already told you...the match wasn't started then."

Styles, "Whatever..sounds like an excuse to me."

Once Teresa finally shakes loose of Mason's grasp, she runs into the ropes and leaps onto the second to flip over and land on top of Hope with a lionsault. Teresa then hooks Hope's leg but Mason is only able to get a two count before Hope kicks out.

Busch, "Hope not about to stay down now."

As Teresa gets up to her feet, she bends down and grabs Hope by the hair. As Teresa starts to pull her up, Hope reaches and pulls Teresa down into a small package. But once again Mason only gets a two count.

Busch, "Back and forth they go. Hope with a pinfall attempt of her own."

Once both women are on their feet again, Teresa buries a knee into Hope's midsection. She then irish whips her into the ropes. As Hope comes off of them, Teresa takes her to the mat with a Lou Thesz Press. After Hope is on the mat with Teresa mounting her, Teresa delivers a few hard right hands to Hope's face before getting off her. Teresa dusts her hands off and smirks as the crowd boos. A few moments later when Hope is holding her face when she staggers up to her feet. As Hope turns around, Teresa is coming off the ropes and nails Hope with a front dropkick right to the face. Hope falls right back to the mat in a heap.

Busch, "Oh man, I think Teresa pretty much just took Hope's head off with that shot!! The Championess looks COMPLETELY out of it!!!"

Styles, "Now it's time for Teresa to finish this thing once and for all!"

With Hope laying on the mat motionless, Teresa went into the corner and began to scale the ropes. Once she was perched up on the top rope, Teresa came through the air with a diving moonsault.

Styles, "The HotShot coming up!!"

The crowd was booing as Teresa connected with the move. She then hooked both Hope's legs as Mason began his count.

Styles, "THIS IS GOING TO BE IT!!!"

ONE....TWO.....THR---

Busch, "NOOO! SOME WAY...SOMEHOW...HOPE GOT A SHOULDER UP!! THE CHAMPIONESS IS STILL IN THIS THING!!!"

The crowd's boos instantly became a chorus of cheers. But for as happy as the fans were, Teresa was looking as mad as hell. As she got to her feet, Teresa got right up in Mason's face arguing with him that it was a three, but Mason kept motioning with her shoulder that Hope got hers up.

Busch, "Teresa needs to get her emotions in check."

Styles, "Yeah it's going to cost her! Hope's starting to come around!"

But the argument between referee and challenger continued. When it looked like Teresa was about to deck Mason..Hope came up from behind Teresa and rolled her up. Once Teresa's shoulders were on the mat, Hope put all her weight on them as Mason began his count.

ONE...TWO...THREE!!!

Teresa kicked out, albeit a quarter second too late as her momentum sent her rolling under the ropes to the floor. The bell sounds as the official raises Hope’s hand in the ring, Teresa looking on from the floor seemingly furious.

Styles, "WHAT? NO WAY!!!"

Busch, "Hope picks up another win over Teresa Ramos right here in the Quickens Loan Arena!"

 Sabrina can be heard saying, "Here is your winner..and STILL PWT Femme Fatale Championess..HOOOOPE RIIIIVVVVVVERSSSSSS!"
The crowd cheers as Teresa heads up the ramp spitting and sputtering, "Hope" by Sevendust blarring in the background.
Teresa heads behind the curtain as Busch says, "Teresa Ramos none too happy but Hope Rivers is still the PWT Femme Fatale champion and… Oh, wait, who’s this?"
Without any kind of music change we see a pink haired, pierced up chick come out onto the stage.
Styles, "Oh, I know who that is… That’s Leigha Homicide!""
Busch, "Well, whomever she is, she appears to be interested in throwing her hat into the PWT Femme Fatale title hunt it seems…"
Leigha is standing on the stage making the title gesture at her waist, to which Hope waves for her to come on down and bring it. Leigha seems happy to oblige as she starts to walk that way when… WHAM! A big forearm from behind drops her to her knees as Hope’s theme abruptly ends and the crowd boos.
Busch, "Ah, Come on now… Leigha Homicide on her way to the ring presumably to issue a formal challenge and Teresa Ramos has just come back out here and attacked the poor woman from behind…"
Styles, "Can’t blame her, Leigha’s trying to step in her lime light."
Busch, "What lime light? She lost the belt to Hope, she lost the rematch to hope, she has no Femme Fatale lime light left. She goes to the back of the line and new contenders move up to the front… contenders like this Leigha Homicide…"
Styles, "Apparently not."
Teresa starts putting the stomps to Homicide albeit not for real long as referees are quick to come out and pull Teresa back.
Busch, "I just don’t know about this Miss Ramos… Well folks, when we return… It’s time to get ready for our PWT Main Event… Javen and Josh "Whysper" Ryan finally get to settle their score… Don’t go away."

*Commercial break*

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Busch"Welcome back folks to Shockwave, and what a night it has been so far."
The crowd is heard cheering in the background. 
Busch" Those cheers you hear are courtesy of our lovely PWT diva Marie Dominque as she delights the fans with several free t-shirts"
Styles" Marie needs come over here and bring me a free t-shirt, I would love to have that little Haitian hottie that close to me"
Busch" Well you could use a new shirt, that Culture Club one is a bit out dated"
Styles" I wouldn't talk, you look like you should be making Ned Beatty squeal like a pig Mister Deliverance"
The camera catches Marie waving to the fans as she starts back up the ramp way towards the back.
Busch" Well with the beauty pause out of the way, it is time to talk about the main event....WHAT THE HELL!!"
The fans cheers goes to boos as the camera angle quickly goes to Marie laying sprawled out on the ramp with a muscular raven haired woman standing over her.
Styles" Who the hell is that?"
Busch" I will tell you who that is, that is Eris....But I haven't seen her in forever"
Eris reaches down picking up Marie and pulling her up in the air like a ragdoll. She lifts Marie up into the air dropping her on the ramp with the Chaos Theory(Widows Peak), snapping it off violently. Eris sits there grabbing her hair and tugging at it as she laughs. 
Busch" This damn Amazon just came out here hitting Marie from behind and now she is sitting there laughing. What is her deal?"
Styles" I don't know but I don't think I want to be the one asking her either"
Busch, "This place is a damn insane asylum tonight! We’ve gotta get some order to these programs!"
We fade from the attack scene to Whysper backstage with Ken Mitchell subbing in for Glenn Matthews.
Mitchell, "Whysper… We’ve seen the feud between you and Javen go on for months… It looked as if it may go unresolved but, You’ve come back for one night to put the end on this whole thing…"
Whysper nods, "Absolutely I have. No need to mix words or go off on a tangent… Javen’s a coward and a villian… I don’t consider myself a super hero or anything but, I do consider myself a man who stands for a few things and the things I stand for are the things Javen spits all over. Well that’s fine… But it’s gonna be hard to spit with his jaw wired shut. All week he’s wanted to dress like the Joker on PWT.com… Laugh away buddy, but remember, whoever laughs last laughs best and I’m preparing my ribs for some serious laughter at the "I Just Whooped that Rainbow Haired Ass" after party."
Whysper heads off as we switch shots and go from cheers to boos as Javen’s seen standing with Regret and Plague…
Javen, "Alright… We’ve got a plan… It’s important we don’t screw it up. Now let’s go turn this jerks "whispers" to dead silence."
Regret nods and Plague wraps her arm in her man’s as they begin down the hallway…
Busch, "A Plan? What? This may not be good for Ryan… As soon as we come back… The commercials will be over… The time will have arrived… It’s Javen… It’s Whysper… It’s… NEXT!"
*Commercial break*

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Back from comemrcial break and its main event time folks. At first the intro to "Fire It Up" plays a while and then the Silent One hits the stage. He flips his hair back, points to Heaven, pounds his chest with his fist, and gives the rock/heavy metal taunt. Then, he crosses his arms in an 'X' formation in front of his body. 

Sabrina: "Making his way to the ring, weighing one hundred ninety pounds. From Plainville, Indiana....Whyyysssperrrr!!!" 
He walks to the ring, stopping to shake hands and high five the crowd. Once he gets a few feet from the ring, he sprints and slides in belly first. He climbs a turnbuckle and does the same rock/heavy metal taunt he did on stage, but with both hands and with his mouth wide open like he's yelling. Then, he crosses his arms in front of him in the form of an 'X.' He runs to another turnbuckle and does the same taunts again. He then hops down from the turnbuckle and facing it, kneels to pray. When he's done, he stands up and walks to the center of the ring. 
Double B: This match up is one that is very personal folks. Whysper and Javen have been in a heated rivalry since the earliest parts of this year. however over the weeks it grew to encompass the Peoples championship and both Duke Andrews an Kimberly Pain. Now we're finally going to settle it one on one.

"Black Sheep" by Saliva hits over the speakers and the lights flicker. Javen steps out through the curtain with Plague at his side and Regret walking behind them. Javen stops at the top of the ramp and looks out at the booing fans. He smirks and then starts on his way down the ramp. And as he approaches the ring Sabrina makes his introduction

Sabrin: And now making his way to the ring ....accompanied by Plague and Regret...., from Jackson, Tennessee....JAAAA-VEN!

Javen stops at the bottom of the ring-steps nearest the ramp and lets Plague walk up first. Then he follows as Plague stops half way across the apron. They both bend down, exchanging a kiss, before stepping into the ring. Once in the ring Javen ascends a turnbuckle and dares the fans to give him their worst jeers. All the while Plague applauds her man and Regret enters the ring to stand guard.

Double B: No surprise here that Javen can't come to the ring alone. He's flanked as always by his girlfriend Plague and the menacing bodyguard Regret.

Styles: Can you blame him? This past week on the website Whysper has threatened to bleed javen dry. I'd bring me some back up to the ring too in case he tried.

Double B: I'd like to say I'm sure Whysper didn't mean it, but with as personal as this has been...
Jim Richards is our ref assigned for tonight's match. He calls for the bell and this thing is officially underway as it rings. Javen and Whysper meet in the center of the ring. There's some trash talking by Javen there. Then all of a sudden he's rocked by a stiff right hand from Whysper! Another and another and yet another rock Javen back! To the ropes he falls. Whysper takes Javen by the wrist an attempts an Irish whip. Javen though puts the brakes on an reverses. He sends Whysper to the ropes and sets up for a back drop. Whysper rebounds though and rolls over Javen's back. Javen pops up an spins around. The Silent Warrior with a kick for the mid-section. The foot is caught by Javen though. He's laughint at Whysper.....until Whysper nails a enziguri kick to the back of the head! Javen stumbles forward an falls onto the middle rope.
Double B: That'll have you counting lil cartoon birdies for a minute!
Whysper hits the ropes behind himself and charegs across the ring. He looks to deliver a 619 that would make Mysterio jealous. Its not to be though as Javen drops down and rolls under the bottom rope. he thinks he's out smarted Whysper. However Plague scream an points at the ring. Javen looks up as Whysper grabs the top rope to launch himself over. He ducks away an Whysper adjusts to land on the apron. javen looks up an Whysper with a seated senton puts javen on the floor. He gets upa n waits on Javen ta get to his feet. The rianbow haired warrior is up quickly and takes a big stinging chop.
WOOOOO!!
The crowd with their obligatory "WOOOOO" there. Whysper delivers a couple more and sends Javen back into teh ring under the bottome rope. Javen lays there a lil too long an Whsyper slingshots in with a leg drop! The impact makes Javen flop around on the mat like a fish outta water. He rolls Javen over for the pin. Just a one an about a half before the shoulder shoots of fthe mat.
Double B: Like him or not, and many don't, but Javen is not going to be put away that early.

Styles: Oh no way is anybody, much less Whysper, going to put Javen away that easily.

Double B: Still though only getting these one or two counts do have their positives. They make your opponent expend energy to kick out. Energy that they could really need later in the match. 
Whysper to his feet and he pulls Javen up. He sends Javen into a corner with a hard Irish whip. Whysper chareg sin looking for a Stinger splash. Javen manages to slip out of the corner as Whysper left his feet. The incredibly agile young man from Plainville though lands with his feet on the middle rope and holds onto the top with his hands. He waits for Javen to spin back around an comes off with a spingboard cross body block variation. Whysper grabs Javen's legs for a pin. ONE.....TWO..NO! Javen powers out of the pin. Both race to their feet and charge at each other. Javen though just MOWS right through Whysper with a brutal clothesline!
Double B: Oh good gracious!

Styles: OoOoOo! Now that's what I'm talking about!
There was such forth behind the clothesline that Javen put on Whysper that he left his own feet. He pushes himself up as Whysper rolls to his side holding his neck in agony. Javen pulls Whysper up by his hair getting a warning from Richards. The warning is ignored as javen buries a knee into Whysper's gut. The Silent Warrior is doubled over by the knee. Javen hooks him up and nails an impactful ddt. He sits up afterwards and gets back to his feet. A sneer upon Javen's face as he just stomps on the back of Whysper's head an neck!
Double B: Come on now!

Styles: What?

Double B: Stomping on the man's neck is unnecessary!
Maybe not but this is personal folks. Javen with several more stomps before he bends down to pick up Whysper. The Silent one is a bit limp as Javen holds him in a ddt position. Instead of following through this time Javen clubs Whysper across the shoulders with his right arm. Finally it drops Whysper down to a knee. Javen then just shoves Whysper to a prone position on the mat. 
Crowd: BOOOOO!
Javen looks at the fans booing him and smiles, making them boo louder. he watches as Whysper slowly crawls to a corner. he pulls himself up and turns around....right into a charging clothesline from Javen. The impact lifts Whysper off his feet and then he drops to his ass in the corner. Javen grabs the top rope and puts his boot under Whysper's chin. He leans back an begins pushing against Whysper's throat. Richards comes over having a fita nd starts his count. ONE!...........TWO!...........THREE!........FOUR!.........Fi-Javen breaks the hold. Richards gets in Javen's face and starts warning him about willingly disobeying rules. 
Double B: The ref doing his job here and warning Javen...And look at that!
Right behind Richards back Plague has hooked her hands under Whysper's chin an pulls back choking him. He grabs her hands an tries to pry them loose. He's having no luck and starts kicking the mat. The ref hears the noise an spins around. When he does Plague has walked away. Whysper though moves to his knees holding his throat and coughing.
Styles: What? I didn't see anything?

Double B: The hell you didn't! You saw just as well as I did that Plague was choking the life out of Whysper.
Once again Javen with ahandful of hair pulls Whysper to his feet. He looks for a suplex but Whysper blocks, hooking his foot behind Javen's leg. Couple more failed attempts and Javen gives up. Just as he does Whysper rolls him into a small package pin. A quick two but javen kicks out. They race up and Javen blasts Whysper with a big boot!
Styles; Ohhh! Did I just see some teeth go flying?

Double B: I wouldn't doubt it with that kick!
Indeed that was a hell of a kick folks. Fans in teh front row may want to check to be sure that's ice in their cups. Javen grabs Whysper's left wrist an ankle and drags him in front of a corner. Up to the top goes Javen. He glares out at the fans and then leaps back with a moonsault. However he took a lil too long and Whysper rolls towards the corner in the nick of time. Javen pops up onto his knees holding his chest an stomach before falling over to his back. He gets up though holding his chest. Whysper flies up and out of teh corner. he catches Javen and delivers a spinning neckbreaker! Now its Javen hitting the mat holding his neck. But this man does share the same blood as CM. Javen is up quickly but Whysper is ready. He charges in an hooks his right arm under Javen's, with Javen doubled over. Whysper floats over to Javen's left, hooking his left arm around Javen's neck, and drops him with a ddt!
Double B: Whysper with an incredible spurt of offense here. He need sto keep the pressure on Javen, keep him off balance.
Whysper perches hismelf on the middle turnbuckle as Javen gets to his feet. His back to Whysper and that's a mistake. The Silent Warrior comes off nailing the diving bulldog!
Styles: What?! Where does this little jumping bean find it in himself to do this?

Double B: Its got to be his heart Eddie!
With Javen rolled to his back Whysper hits the ropes. He springs onto them and flips back for a twisting lionsault, but Javen manages to get the knees up.
Styles; There we go!
Briefly both men are down. They come to their feet and Javen looks for a big clothesline again. Its ducked under and Whsyper with a rear-naked drop after hooking Javen in position for a sleeper. Whysper gets up and bends over ta grab Javen. He pulls Javen to his feet but Javen rakes the eyes. Whysper spins away swiping at his eyes. Javen grabs a waistlock an runs Whysper towards the corner. he runs up the turnbuckles and flips behind Javen. Now its the Silent Warrior with a waistlock on Javen. he charges forward hitting Javen sternum first against the top turnbuckle. Whysper then throws hismelf backwards rolling Javen up. 
Double B: Rollup pin by Whysper!

Styles: He's got the tights!

Double B: No he doesn't. Get your eyes checked.
Richards only gets a count of two before Javen manages to reverse. Now he has Whysper rolled up and grabs the nearby middle rope. Richards doesn't see it as he starts the count.
Double B: There's your cheating right there!

Styles: No I think Javen's just using the rope to keep his balance.
ONE!............TWO!......NO! The ref notices the hand holding the rope and stops the count. He starts yelling at Javen about the cheating. Javen lets go of the rope and come soff the pin. He's yelling right back at Richards. Our ref finding himself backed into the corner. 
Double B: Javen having no respect for authority as he backs referee Jim Richard sinto a corner.....Literally!

Styles: Not for nothing, but that's not a good place for a ref to end up in this business. 
Whysper gets up behind the arguement. He charges at Javen, his view obstructed so he doesn't realize the ref is in the corner. Javen must have a sixth sense because he steps aside.
Styles: See!
NO! Whysper is just able to stop himself from plowing into Richards in the corner.
Double B: Whysper manages to stop himself! ....Aw dammit!
Whysper may have stopped himself, but then Javen finishes the job. He shoves Whysper hard into Richards, sandwiching the ref between Whysper an the corner. There's a knocking of heads that leaves teh Silent Warrior staggering back. Our poor ref slumps down in the corner. 
Styles: What'd I tell ya?

Double B: Yeah well its thanks to Javen! Whysper had managed to stop himself short of colliding with Richards. Then Javen shoves him into the ref!

Styles: The how doesn't matter, all that matters is I was right. As per usual.
Javen catches the staggering Whysper in a full-nelson. In case ya aren't totally familair with teh name its the master-lock used by Chris Masters. Right away Whysper snaps to life struggling to get free. With the ref down Javen calls for Regret to enter the ring.
Double B: What is this now!?

Styles: Looks like justice if ya ask me.

Double B: Looks like a damned mugging about to take place!
The monsterous Regret steps over the top rope into the ring. Whysper is struggling to get loose as the fans boo. Looks like Javen is talkings ome trash to Whysper. Regret lines things up and he comes forward with a big boot. WHAM! Whysper slips away and Javen eats the boot right to the face! 
Double B: Good Gracious!

Styles; NOOOO!!!
Javen hits the mat and his arms an legs sprawl out. Whysper with a dropkick on a stunned Regret sends the big man spilling out to the floor. he shakes Richards back to life and makes the pin on Javen. 
ONE!
Styles: No this can't happen!
TWO!
Double B: It looks like it will...
THREE!
Double B: Whysper beats Javen!
Styles: NO! Regret beat Javen!
Regret and Plague get into the ring as Sabrina announces our winner.
Sabrina: Here is your winner...The Silent Warrior...WHYYYYYYYSPER!
The theme is playing for Whysper as he rolls out of the ring and kneels beside the barricade. He's being congratulated by the fans. Meanwhile in the ring Regret and Plague have helped Javen up. But he's pissed and shoves Regret. The big man holds up his hands ta show he's not going to fight back. However Javen is screaming at Regret and then SMACK! The taste can almost be seen flying outta Regret's mouth!
Double B: Uh oh. That is not a wise move for Javen...
Looks like even Javen realizes he maybe went too far. Suddenly Regret snaps his attention back around to Javen. Boot to the mid-section and then Javen is lifted up and slammed down hard with a powerbomb! Plague looks stunned and then she starts yelling at Regret. Sos he too gets a powerbomb!
Styles; What is that idiot doing?
Regret exits the ring and makes his way up the ramp, Whysper's theme still blaring. Hell even Whysper looks stunned as he makes his way around the ring and up the ramp.

Busch chuckles, "Well... Ya live by the big nasty Regret, Ya die by the big nasty Regret... Folks.. That's gonna wrap us up tonight but with all that's gone on there's no way you're gonna wanta miss the fall out in two weeks on Shockwave. For Eddie Styles and Bobby Fecca who's gone on assignment, I'm "Double B" Burt Busch saying goodnight Pee Dubbya Tee..."

Fade on Javen and Plague Laid Out... Copyright Info in the corner and such.