"Black Cat" by Janet Jackson begins to play over the PA system and the crowd begins to cheer as Lori Anne and Elizabeth Rossdale step out onto the stage.

Sabrina: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall and is a two-on-one handicapped match...introducing first from Portsmouths, New Hampshire, LORI-ANNE ROSSDALE! And from Boston Massachusetts, ELIZABETH ROSSDALE!

By now the girls have reached the bottom of the ramp and are slapping the hands of their fans. Elizabeth heads up the steel steps as Lori slides into the ring. They both meet in the middle of the ring and pose for the fans.

Bob Fecca: This match all came about due to the battle royal last week which Mikah won to become the number one contender to the Femme Fatal Championship.

Eddie Styles: Yep, and now Mikah is going to show the Rossdales once again that this is her place!

Fecca: We'll see about that, The Rossdales are very smart, people don't give them enough credit.

Styles: Yeah, whatever...

The arena fades to black before Shakin' Hands by Nickelback begins to play and the arena then flashes with hot pink, neon green, and purple lights. Mikah soon makes her way out onto the stage, one hand on her hip the other by her side. She stops in the middle of the stage before rolling her hips to the left before continuing her way down the ramp.

Sabrina: And their opponent, from New York City, New York....MIKAH!

She jogs up the stairs before strutting two steps onto the apron then slowly getting into the ring between the bottom and middle rope. She then jogs over to the far right turnbuckle and hops up onto the second one before shimmying her chest a little before holding her arms up in the air. She then jumps down making eye contact with Lori and then Elizabeth.

Styles: See look at her, she's scouting them out already...

Fecca: Certainly trying to intimidate the Rossdales, but I don't think they're buying it.

Mikah's music fades and the ref calls for the bell. The Rossdales have a quick chat in their corner and Lori Anne decides to start the match out. Mikah and Lori lock up in the middle of the ring and Mikah immediately over powers her pushing her back into the opposite corner of Elizabeth.

Styles: See, she's so smart too, getting Lori as far away from her partner as possible.

Mikah sends a few low elbow strikes to Lori's midsection followed by a couple of stomps, the ref the yells at her to get out of the corner and Mikah is quick to follow the order stepping back from Lori with her hands in the air. She just as quickly runs for Lori going for a spear, but Lori moves out of the way and Mikah's shoulder is forced into the steel ring post. Mikah lets out a scream of pain.

Fecca: Oh my goodness, that was smart by Lori but man, it looks like Mikah's shoulder is gonna be hurting.

Styles: That was cheap by Lori!

Lori doesn't think twice before grabbing Mikah out from in between the turbuckle throwing her to the mat and going for an early pin. ONE...TWO...Mikah kicks out and grabs onto her shoulder. Lori seems a bit frustrated, but it's only the beginning of the match. Lori grabs Mikah's arm (the one attached to the bad shoulder) and pulls her over towards her corner. Lori tags in Elizabeth and then sits on the mat placing her feet on Mikah's sides and pulling the arm to stretch it from the shoulder. Elizabeth climbs to the top rope and jumps off with a leg drop onto the restrained Mikah. Lori then gets up and leaves the ring as Elizabeth goes for another cover. One...two...Mikah kicks out once again. Elizabeth doesn't think twice before pulling Mikah out further into the ring and locking in a boston crab. Mikah lets out a yell as the ref asks her if she wants to continue.

Fecca: Elizabeth just wrenching the back of the number on contender.

Styles: Okay, we get it they wanted to send a message!

Mikah looks towards the ropes, but they are too far away so she knows she needs to do something different. Mikah then uses all of her power to flip Elizabeth forward. Elizabeth and Lori are both in shock as Mikah hardly moves. Elizabeth then quickly goes back to Mikah grabbing her by her hair. Mikah then starts to fight back sending a few elbow strikes towards the face of Elizabeth. She stumbles back a bit but as Mikah gains her strength she sends a hard kick to Elizabeth's midsection sending her down to the mat with a hard DDT.

Styles: And she's back! That's my girl!

Mikah attempts to go for the pin but see's Lori coming straight at her to break it up. Lori sends a clothesline towards Mikah who ducks under it and heads towards the ropes. She bounces off them coming back to Lori and jumping up to her and taking her down with a hurricanrana. Lori slide to the outside of the ring. Elizabeth is now attempting to get to her feet on her hands and knees, Mikah scouts this out and runs forward hitting a huge kick to the head otherwise known as "Taste of Poison". Mikah then yells something at Elizabeth before dragging her to the middle of the ring and locking in "Cupid's Chokehold". Elizabeth doesn't think twice before tapping out. The ref calls for the bell, but Mikah doesn't let go.

Styles: Such a vicious hold!

Fecca: And she doesn't wanna let go! She won the match, what's her problem.

Styles: Sending a message that SHE'S the best.

The ref yells a few things to Mikah who finally lets her hold on Elizabeth go. Elizabeth falls back to the mat. Mikah's music then begins to play and she gets to her feet.

Sabrina: Here is your winner...MIKAH!

Mikah grabs her arm away from the ref who is trying to hold it and she stares into the nearest camera motioning a belt around her waist.

We're back again with Brandon Marks standing by with the Femme Fatale championess: Tani Lyons

"The Howling" begins to play and Nina comes out onto the stage headbanging and dancing to her own music. Pink strobe lights dance across the stage under her feet. As she approaches the ramp, pink and black sparks shoot across it and Nina skips through them on her way to the ring.

Sabrina: This match is scheduled for one-fall...introducing first from the Bronx, New York....NINA ANGEL!

She slides into the ring under the ropes and blows kisses to her fans. She hops up onto each turnbuckle and taunts.

Fecca: Nina Angel looking to make something of herself tonight against the Femme Fatal Champion Tani Lyons.

Styles: If she wanted to do that, she would've done it last week.

"Beautiful Disgrace" begins to play over the speakers the crowd begins to cheer as Tani's video begins to play. Tani then steps out onto the entrance ramp, her title over her shoulder, She looks around for a second and then grabs the title from her shoulder holding it up in the air. She then begins down the ramp.

Sabrina: And her opponent, from Apple Valley, California, she is the PWT Femme Fatal Championess....TANI LYONS!

Tani slaps the hands of a few fans before making her way up the steel steps. She turns back towards the ramp holding the title in the air once again, purple pyro flies out of all sides of the ring. After that little show Tani steps into the ring giving a quick glance to Nina before handing her belt to the ref.

Fecca: Tani looks all business in this match as does Nina. They both talked about respect this week and clearly they have it for each other.

The ref calls for the bell and Tani and Nina begin to circle each other. They go for the lock up only for a second before Nina sends a knee into Tani's midsection. Tani falls to the mat. Nina then lifts Tani to her feet hitting her with an elbow before whipping her into the corner. Tani hits the turbuckle and is met just as quickly with another elbow straight to the jaw from a running Nina.

Styles: Nina knows she needs to step this up and apparently has come out swinging.

Tani goes down to a knee grabbing her jaw in pain. But she doesn't have long to sulk because Nina grabs her once again lifting her to her feet Nina then bounces of the ropes and takes Tani down once again with a flying lariat. Nina then goes for a pin. ONE...Tani kicks out.

Fecca: Nina looking good here already but Tani is able to get the shoulder up despite her efforts.

Tani begins to get to her feet and Nina gets up as well grabbing onto Tani's hair. She whips her towards the corner once again but Tani reverses whipping Nina into the corner. Nina stumbles out of the corner and into the arms of Tani who lifts her up onto her shoulders and pushes her off landing Nina on her knee with a neckbreaker. Tani taunts out to the crowd and they cheer. She then goes back to Nina picking her up and slamming her back down with a scoop slam. Tani then steps in front of her blowing a kiss out to the crowd before hitting Nina with a standing moonsault. She then pins. ONE..TWO...Nina kicks out. Tani gets to her feet once again grabbing onto Nina's hair. Nina scoops Tani's hands away and quickly jumps up hitting Tani with a dropkick which sends Tani straight down to the mat. She then pulls Tani closer to a turnbuckle. She points out to the crowd as the start to cheer. She then heads to the outside climbing up to the top turnbuckle. Nina jumps off going for an elbow drop but Tani moves out of the way sending Nina's elbow straight into the mat. Nina screams out in pain grabbing onto her elbow. Tani hoists herself up with the help of the ropes looking at Nina.

Fecca: Ouch! That one had to have hurt Nina.

Styles: She should've just stayed on the ground and went for the pin.

Tani then walks over to Nina lifting her off the mat. She hits a snap suplex and floats over with a cover. ONE...TWO...Nina kicks out once again. Tani shakes her head before pushing Nina over and taunting to the crowd. She then places her leg over Nina's head grabbing her arm

Fecca: Tani is going for the Mistress of Destruction!

Before Tani can lock in the move Nina grabs onto Tani's leg and pushes her back in a pin. ONE...TWO...THR...Tani kicks out!

Fecca: Nina just almost pinned the champ!

Styles: Yeah, by catching her off guard.

Tani scurries to get to her feet still a little surprised with the pin attempt of Nina. Nina also gets to her feet. Tani grabs her by the arm whipping her into the ropes. As Nina comes back she is able to catch on to Tani's neck with a hurricanrana sending Tani sliding across the ring. Tani and Nina are both quick to get up and Nina takes Tani down once again with a clothesline. She then grabs a handful of Tani's hair and throws her to the corner. Tani then falls to the ground in the corner and Nina sees this as a great opportunity. She runs towards Tani for "Fantasy Fulfilled" but as she lands Tani has moved out of the way. Nina falls back from the bottom turnbuckle. Tani then grab Nina by the hair and pull her to the middle taunting to the crowd before hoisting Nina over her shoulder and slamming her down with "Perfection". Tani pushes Nina over and makes the cover. ONE...TWO...THREE!

Fecca: And Tani has done it!

Styles: See, she's the champ, you don't mess with that. Well unless you're Mikah.

Tani gets to her feet as the ref raises her hand in the air handing her her title.

Sabrina: Here is your winner....TANI LYONS!!

Tani has a huge smile on her face as she heads to the turnbuckle holding up her title and posing for the crowd

Ken: Thanks for taking this time Xavier to answer my questions. I know you're a busy man so I'll get right to things. First what do you think about Duke Andrews interupting your moment last week?

X: You know I have to say that I was very disappointed in Duke for how he acted Ken. I always thought that Duke was a standup kind of guy. Figured he was the type to handle his issues in the proper time and at the proper place. Last week he proved that wasn't the case.

Ken: And what are your thoughts on Jonathan Brooks forcing Duke to try and earn a title shot instead of just allowing it to happen?

X: Look ole Jay-Bee is undertaking alot with all that funky business that happened after Line In The Sand. He's trying to make this a company that can be respected by all again. So hey I'm always ready willinga nd able to defend this championship. But hey if the boss says someone needs to earn their shot I'm fine by that.

Ken: Care to comment on Duke's actions tonight?

X: That was pathetic to attack Phoenix like that. It was a good match and could've gone either way. You're not going to win every match in this sport. When you lose you need to examine yourself and see what led to that loss.

Ken: And finally how about tonight's match with Damien Collins?

X: Damien is a reall cool cat. This is a match that I've looked forward to having for quite awhile now. Tonight he and I will go out there and tear the house down.

"Forever Dead" by Sevendust plays as Scotty takes his seat at ringside, still showing signs of being banged up from earlier, but he has a singapore caine with him sitting on the table in front of him.

Fecca: Good to see you're still moving, Scott. But whats the caine for?

Scott: Do you really have to ask that? Those two thought it would be cute to jump Zarek and I like Richie Stevens and Chris Burden did to me and Drew before. Well it's not happening again tonight. Zarek and I regrouped, and he's gonna stay focused on his match but now that we know what's coming, it ain't gonna happen again.

Styles: You sure about that? Maybe Matlock can jump you from behind like he did to Zarek. Seemed to work out well then.

Scott: Eddie, my suggestion to you is that you keep your mouth shut or watch the comments that you direct towards me because I *will* knock your teeth in. Maybe you'll get aquinted to my friend here personaly.

Styles: hey now, no need for theats!

Fecca: Do your job, like you're supposed to then. No wonder your mouth gets you in so much trouble.

"Reject yourself" hits and Zarek makes his way down to the ring.

Styles: Seeing Zarek there, Scott, what do you think after what happened in the battle royal.

Scott maintains looking forward.

Scott: What I think is that I made a careless error. I rushed the end and it cost me, plain and simple. But its a lesson learned. What happened then, won't happen at the pay per view.

Zarek walks by Scott as they nod, showing unity and "Break it Down again" hits and plays for a minute but no Starr, and then the camera catches him trying to sneak through the crowd. Scott shouts to Zarek, that gets his attention to turn and catch Starr, before the match can even start, sending Starr right into the steps. Zarek picks him up, and rolls him into the ring and goes for the cover as the bell sounds but only two.

Styles: Zarek said earlier that what you were trying to do with Tony was a means of mind games but it wasn't going to get to him... and then Javen and Matlock got involved and owned you!!

Scott: Bob, I don't know how you handle this guy but if he doesn't shut up he won't have a mouth.

Fecca: Eddie, quit antagonizing!

Scott: I know he doesn't think it's gonna get to him. I've known him for two years, I know what goes down with this guy. But we're making sure his match goes down, and doesn't go down like mine did.

The two are on their feet, and Starr is taking control with speed and quick punch combos and scoop slams Zarek and goes for a cover but only two. Another quick cover but only a one and Starr is arguing with the ref and Zarek rolls him up in a school boy for only two. The two stand off, and Zarek assumes control for the next while and connects with a huge Pele kick knocking Starr into the ropes. Zarek irish whips Starr and as Starr comes back, Zarek tries for a back body drop, but is stopped with a stiff european uppercut knocking Zarek back and starts throwing punches his way.

Styles: Starr taking quick control here over Zarek. Maybe Zarek'll see him in the hotel room later!

Fecca: Scott, I heard that theres some breif history with you and Ryan Starr, is that true?

Scott: yeah, old company called UWWE, based outta St. Louis. He and Tani were co-champs, they fought to be sole champ, and with some help on my end to prevent him from pulling any cheap crap, Tani beat him, then he quit.

Styles: Ha! Leave it to gay boy to quit!

Fecca: So Tani, our current championess defeated him prior?

Scott; Yeah. Not a lot of folks really know about it, but it happened.

Starr throws some chops Zarek's way and then starts to signal for his superkick he calls "Seeing Starrs" but from the crowd again, comes Javen and Matlock. The thud of the headset is heard as Scott runs to the ring. Inside, Starr is wiped out cold by a huge chair shot to the back.

Fecca: Way to go for Scott getting in there right away!

Styles: I don't see what the big deal here is, I really don't.

Fecca: You must be blind.

Zarek is sliding back in with a fire extinguisher and they have a stare down with Javen and Matlock, and then the crowd erupts when Tony comes running down the ramp and jumps onto the apron, but gets blasted by the chair.

Fecca: Tony coming out to try and help his partner, Ryan but that chair shot caused him to fall like a ton of bricks!

With matlocks back turned, Zarek blows the Carbon Dioxide into Javen's face, and Scott blasts Matlock in the back with his caine. Javen uses the trash can to block it from getting in his face, and when Matlock turns around he gets the caine shot to his gut, and then to the head and he bails out of the ring. Javen goes to use the trash can but Zarek throws the Extiguisher into the trash can, denting it in, knocking Javen back and he and Matlock bail up the ramp looking into the ring with Zarek's music playing as we cut to a Shockwave recap "moment of the night" from last week. It turns out to be Xavier Homicide knocking Duke on his ass after he tried to attack Brooks.

The video is cut off, to see Matlock and Javen standing in front of a PWT backdrop in the back, Zarek and Scott's attention drawn to the big screen.

Matlock: "Scott! Zarek! You think this is the end?! Do you seriously think that this is it, that this is the last that you're going to see of us?! You've dead wrong... DEAD wrong. Javen and I have a common goal in mind, and we're not going to stop until that goal is reached!"

Javen just stands there lookin' cool and they wak off.

Backstage to an already festive night, things were about to get crazier. The camera had cut to the employee parking lot- a Hemi Powered Challenger sprinted past the fans and down the 'slope' of the ramp that lead to the arena. The guards in their yellow shirts begun to panic at what they saw- they knew from the dark tint and huge tribal cross on the back windshield who exactly it was. The camera changed positions a few times and stopped outside the arena- the fumes from the exhaust lifted into the air as the vehicle idled.

Fecca: "Who the!? What the hell is that car doing there?!"

Styles: "Obviously someone is driving it, genius!"

Fecca: ".. Like I didn't see that. But did you see the way security reacted!? I mean I know whoever's in the car didn't stop at the ID Check, but GEEZ!.. It was like a breach at the White House!"

The Challenger continued to idle- it's headlights beamed into the distance.

Styles: "Seriously- I'm interested to see who's in that car too.."

It wouldn't take long to figure out as the lights cut off but the tint made it unbelievably hard to see. The door opened as the engine cut off- the camera swung to the right and tried to capture the person exited the vehicle- Not before a bunch of security guards sprinted to the scene and surrounded it. Much commotion broke out- too many voices was saying too much things as who was in the car couldn't be determined.

Fecca: "I wonder.."

Styles: "It's not him Boobsie.. It can't be!"

Fecca: "Are you sure?!"

As the camera tried to shove it's way into the mass of people- it didn't have to. Stepping out of the car, pretty much eclipsing most of the security force was the devil himself..

Styles: "WHAT?! HE'S BACK?!"

Surely enough- It was him..

Fecca: "JACOB MITCHELL!? THE RUMORS ARE TRUE! THE RUMORS ARE TRUE! JAKE IS BACK!"

The crowd was mixed with emotion- Some hated Jake with a passion, while others could look past it for the benefit of the PWT and know that Jake's presence is a blessing. Looking around the area as he was confined to a small space, Jake arched The Prodigal Brow down at the line of security guards that blocked the way into the arena and scratched at the side of his head.

Jacob: "Really? Do we need to go through this everytime I show up?"

Getting no reply- Jake fired off a toothy grin.

Jacob: "So I guess we're stuck at Stage One? I mean, I signed a contract with the PWT- Brooks authorized it and all. So now, I suggest that you move aside before you get shoved aside."

He let his words bounce off of the force- they didn't seem to be budging. The smile faded as a look of frustrated set in, he was beginning to grow tired with this- the whole 'judging a book by its cover' deal.

Fecca: "Uh, I don't think they're going to let him in."

Styles: "Oh they're smart.. Brooks signed probably the hottest free-agent on the market and they're going to ban him from the arena!? Smart.. So very, extremely smart!"

Fecca: "Eddie- He is Jacob Mitchell after all.. Nobody besides himself knows his intentions!"

Styles: "If he's here, that means his intention is to help the PWT.. Period."

Fecca: "If only we could all be so naive."

Jake made another attempt to step forward- but the wall of security guards continue to block his way. Fans were heard popping for their own standing up to Jake- But as anyone knew- this could turn ugly in a second, especially with Jake's temper. Grimacing at the ordeal, he sighed and shrugged his shoulders.

Jacob: "You know what? I had every intention in going out there and addressing the people- letting them know that I was going to be PWT's savior- I was going to be it's messiah. I was prepared to be crucified with a crown of thorns for the sins of the PWT- But you know what? No."

Fecca: "Huh?!"

Jacob: "I'm scratching that idea right now. Brooks- You wanna play games? You wanna sit around and make deals, only to backtrack on it? That's fine, because I can do that too. You little punks are lucky I don't mop the floor with you right now- You're lucky I don't use you as human battering rams and crash my way into that arena. Instead? I'm going to take the high road and leave- but I'm leaving with a warning. You take this back to Jon the Hutt back there-- Unless of course, you're watching fat boy..

Styles: "Uh-oh.. See what they've gone and done?!"

Jacob: "I'll be back- But next time, I ain't coming alone. The next time you see me, I'm getting into that arena- and I'm sure my backup won't hesitate to rip through whatever security forces that try and stop our path. You brought this on yourself Brooks- Lay in your casket and watch us slam it shut.

Fecca: "Us? Who the hell is us?! Can he really be that diabolical and come up with a plan to crush the PWT that quick off the top of his head?! What the hell is he.. Satan's Sidekick!?"

Staring at the camera before shooting that same look at each and every security guard there- Jake got back into his car. Slamming it into reverse, he pulled backwards at top speed before slamming on the brake and shifting into drive. Disappearing eventually into the dark night- it was inevitable- Jake would be back.. But next time, not alone.

Styles: See what they did? They went and made him mad. I'm going to go put in my paperwork for unemployment already- Jake on a warpath is something I've seen and didn't like!

Fecca: Oh would you stop!? Jake is indeed a very talented individual, but let's not take away the roster of the PWT.. They're no joke.. They're not going to let Jake destroy the PWT- no matter who he has as backup!

Styles: As you said.. Only if we could all be so naive..

On that note, the camera shot one last angle of the road that Jake disappeared at before it cut back to the front of the arena. Standing in the center of the ring as the crowd buzzed like crazy was the ever-beautiful Sabrina.

Sabrina: Ladies and gentlemen.. This is the MAIN-EVENT.. Of the evening!

Fecca: Here we go!

NJ Legion Iced Tea" by A Day to Remember starts playing over the PA System. The arean is immediately overcome with deafening cheers from the fans. After a few seconds Damien "The Real Deal" Collins appears through the curtains and thousands of flashes from cameras go off. Damien starts his descent to the ring. As he walks down the ramp DC slaps as many fans' hands as he can, and even stops to pose for a fan taking a picture. Once he makes it down the ramp, Damien climbs into the ring and climbs up the turnbuckle where he strikes a pose so everyone in the arena has an opportunity to take a picture.

Sabrina: From Salt Lake City, Utah.. Weighing in at two-hundred sixty pounds.. THHHHHEEEEEEEEEE RRRRRRRREEEEEEAAALLLLLLL DDDDDDEEEEAAALLLLLLL.. DDDDDDAAMMMMMMMIIIIIIEEENNNNNNNNNN COOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLIIIIIIIINNNNNNNSSSSSSSS!

Fecca: They just love this guy!

Styles: HOW COULD YOU NOT?!

After holding the pose for a few seconds- allowing everyone to take picture- "Undisputed" by Ludacris starts playing and "The X-Man" Xavier Homicide steps from behind the curtain and scans over the crowd.

Fecca: The PWT Champion is here!

Styles: Bah.

He makes his way to the ring. He shakes the fans' hands until he finally reaches the ring and then he jumps up on the ring apron, grabs the top rope and hops over it. X-Man starts shadow boxing in the ring getting pumped up and waiting for the match to start- and just for kicks threw the PWT Championship high into the air, causing the fans to pop like crazy.

Fecca: I don't know who the people love me- the opponent or the champion!

Styles: I'd say the opponent. It's Damien Collins, duh!

Sabrina: .. And in this corner.. Weighing in at two hundred fourty six pounds.. he is the current PWT Heavyweight Chammmmmmpppppppion.. XAVIER.. 'XMAN' HOOOOOOMMMMMMMMIIIIIICCCCIDDDDDDDDDEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Another solid round of cheers came about for XMan as Jim Richards moved over towards him and took the title, after Xavier kissed it lightly. Richards hoisted the title into the air as camera flashes went off like a flash-flood as he handed the title to the time-keeper outside. Signaling for the bell- we're off.

Styles: DC! DC! WHOOOOOOOOO!

Fecca: Can you at least be fair?!

Styles: Umm.. No?

Circling each other- DC having the size advange- the reach came into effect as he stepped in and cleaned XMan with a knee to the gut- quickly taking the steam out of him. Xavier doubled over as DC shoved him backwards and knocked him into the turnbuckle- firing off chop after chop that had the fans "WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOing" like crazy. After the final chop, DC stepped back and allowed Xavier to wobble forward. Looking for a clothesline- Xavier showed that he was still in the game and ducked beneath it. Popping up behind DC- Xavier dropped DC with a HUGE neckbreaker as the momentum shifted.

Fecca: WOW!

Styles: I'll admit.. That was pretty impressive!

Jumping to his feet despite his chest feeling like it was on fire- He didn't give DC the oppurtunity to get up- he wanted to keep the pressure on. Raining down on DC with hards and lefts from a full mount position- XMan's boxing/striking background came into effect now and was proving to be something that DC would have to overcome if he wanted to walk out with the title. Standing up now- XMan picked DC up and shoved him into the ropes. DC exploded back towards Xavier- Causing Xavier to drop to the ground onto his belly; DC jumped over him. Pushing himself back to his feet- Xavier looked to try a back elbow but DC side-stepped it and nailed a picture perfect standing vertical dropkick that connected on the button!

Styles: Trademark dropkick by Damien Collins there!

Fecca: Beautiful!

DC went for the quick cover-

One..

KICKOUT!

Xavier wasn't going to lose that easily, he was going to put on the fight of the century. DC pumped his arms in the air, trying to get the crowd into it- but they seemed split. Half of them were for DC, the other half were for Xavier which added an interesting dimension for the match. Xavier got up from the pin as DC and hi m exchanged rights and lefts- each hand that landed got a "DC!" or "XMAN!" chant- depending on who exactly hit the shot. DC started working up some momentum- stepped in and tried to take Xavier down with a knee to the gut again- ths time XMan saw it coming and managed to lock his arms around DC's waist and explode off of the mat- planting him down with a HARD belly to belly suplex.

Fecca: OUT OF NO-WHERE!

Not letting go of the lock- Xavier made the cover as the crowd shot to their feet..

One..

Two..

T-KICKOUT!

Styles: DC LIVES!

Surely enough- Damien's shoulder popped off of the mat as Richardson held two fingers in the air- the match continued! Xavier kept to his strategy and didn't allow DC to catch his breath- he wanted to wind DC and make sure DC would be too tired to fire off any sort of offense. Xavier locked DC in a chin-lock- trying to wear him down as much as he could and keep him off of his feet.

Fecca: Xavier is keeping Damien off of his feet- smart move seeing as Damien has a two inch and nearly twenty pound weight advantage. By taking away DC's center of gravity, that makes him useless.

Styles: The thing is.. He's giving DC a chance to recharge his batteries, a chinlock only does so much. Now if he was to slip his forearm across Damien's throat and push down.. that'd be a different story.

Fecca; Xavier doesn't need to resort to cheating, he's the PWT Champion!

Styles: FOR HOW LONG, BOBBY RAY?! FOR HOW LONG?!

As usual, Eddie's negativity irked Bob- nothing new. The fans begun to rally behind DC- well, DC's fans anyway. The people were still split between the two and when DC showed signs of life- the cheers evolved into roars as DC begun to fight to his feet. Managing to get to a knee- He hit Xavier in the stomach with a solid elbow shot. Xavier was winded but didn't let go- Instead, DC shoved Xavier forward- into the ropes. Coming back quick off of it- DC threw a clothesline out of desperation and it connected- but Xavier still had a head full of steam. Jumping back to his feet- Xavier hit DC- Actually, they hit each other with sprinting double clotheslines as the crowd popped like crazy,

Fecca: AND THEY'RE BOTH DOWN!

The split fans continued to rip apart the arena- half behind Xavier.. half behind DC. DC was the first to show signs of movement though. Crawling to the ropes- eventually using it to pull himself up to his feet, he tried to shake off the cob-webs as apparently XMan packed a lethal clothesline. Shaking his head- trying to clear it- Xavier managed to get up to his feet and he too looked to be out of it. Now, it'd come to down to whoever could get the first shot in to build a last ditch effort of momentum. Stepping to the center- both shakey- Xavier fired off the first shot- it connected causing DC's head to snap back. DC threw a right hand- that caused XMan's head to snap back! XMan tried to fire off another- but DC ducked beneath it- he was playing possum it seemed. Xavier turned around and DC grabbed hold of Xavier's head..

Fecca: DC DROP!?

Styles: YES! CAN HE HIT IT?!

But.. NO! Xavier managed to shove DC forward, DC turned around and was kicked in the stomach- doubling him over. It didn't take long for XMan to lock DC's arms behind his back and lift him into the air. Spinning just to keep the blood rushing- The crowd- both sides went BALLISTIC!

Styles: NO! NO! NO!

Fecca: THE XXXECUTIONER- THE XXXECUTI-

Just like that- Xavier planted DC down head first onto the mat- the fans nearly blew the roof off of the place as when Xavier landed- something didn't look right- like he came down too hard on his tail-bone.

Fecca: -ER! HE HIT IT! XAVIER HIT IT!

Holding his lower-back in pain, Xaiver tried to flip DC over- when he noticed commotion happening on the outside. Something had Richards' attention as Xavier eyed it- The crowd boo'd like crazy all of a sudden as somebody snatched the PWT Championship. As Richards had his back turned- a body rolled into the ring. Xavier turned towards DC and when he did- that was the biggest mistake of his career.

Fecca: ...!

Styles: ANDREWS JUST CLOCKED XMAN WITH THE CHAMPIONSHIP! DID YOU SEE THE IMPACT?!

The gold smacked against XMan's head, causing him to stumble backwards into the ropes- how he was standing despite being out-cold was unknown. Rolling out of the ring, Andrews ducked out of view as DC held his head in pain and noticed Xavier attempting to move. XMan made one move- and that gave DC enough space to leap in the air- out of pure desperation and giving it everything he had- he managed to grab hold of Xavier and drive him face first into the mat- taking him down.

Styles: DC DROP! DC CONNECTED!

Fecca: NOT THIS WAY! DAMMIT, NOT THIS WAY!

DC turned Xavier over and layed on him- almost too exhausted to move as Richards dropped to the mat..

One..

Fecca: NOT..

Two..

Fecca: THIS..

THREE!

Fecca: .. Way...