Open on an intense faceoff between the man beast we know as Regret and………… A Ten year old boy.

Boy, "Do You……… Have a two?"

Regret holds his glare…… His nostril occasionally flaring until… Finally… He hands over a card… The kid puts two cards on the table and says, "HA! I WIN AGAIN! I am SOOOOOOOOO The Go Fish champion!"

As our young friend seems quite pleased with himself, Regret suddenly grabs the side of the table between them and throws it over making the kid damn near wet himself. Before the kid can get his barings and think about running, Regret grabs him right by the throat and charges him back against the wall, his feet dangling in the air as he clutches at Regret’s hand, desperately trying to escape……… Regret isn’t saying anything but his eyes speak volumns……

"Whooooooooa big man… Whatcha doin?"

Regret doesn’t turn as David Van Dam enters the scene to a chorus of boos in his navy suit and white button up. David walks around so he’s at the wall, Able to be seen by Regret…

David, "Hey… What are you up to these days? I saw ya power bomb Tie Dye out of his boots… You lookin for work big man?"

Regret turns his head toward David, still holding the kid against the wall by his throat as he shrugs.

David, "Good, Good… Come with me, I’ve got a full time gig for ya."

David begins walking off as Regret (never turning back to the kid) simply releases the kid letting him fall to the floor, rolling into the fetal position as Regret turns and walks after David… We fade on the kid gasping and crying.

With that "Full Circle" by Drowning Pool begins to play as the Shockwave highlight reel begins playing. From there we pan back as the pyro begins to explode and we begin sweeping the sea of humanity and their signs……

WELCOME HOME
ROCKSTAR

THE HOUSE
THAT
KASEY BUILT

WELCOME BACK
ADDAMS

MEMBER OF
THE WARFORGED
ARMY

DUKE ANDREWS
MADE IN AMERICA

KAYDENCE
IS A
STARR

And of course…

X
IS
TRUTH

PWT Shockwave Live!
May 29, 2010
HSBC Arena
Buffalo New York

We find our way back to the stage as Busch exclaims, "Welcome, Pee Dubbya Tee fans, to SHOCKWAVE! We are live and on the air across the world and folks, we have got a jam packed night ahead!"

Full Circle fades and in it’s place begins a PWT Customized remix of the Canadian Anthem 



 as we show the Canadian flag on the PW-Television with various images of the human highlight reel that is Scott Lunde… The fans begin desperately booing what has quickly become one of the most hated heels in the PWT lockeroom as the curtain moves and from behind it, Canadian Flag well in tow is Scott Lunde.

As the crowd boos desperately, Sabrina begins to announce, "Ladies and Gentlemen, This is your Shockwave OPENING Bout! It’s scheduled for one fall with a ten minute TV Time Limit. Already in the ring……"

We switch to the ring briefly, showing John Sheppard shadow jabbing and kicking in the corner in his MMA Garb…

Sabrina, "From Indianapolis Indiana… John Sheppard!"

He quits his shadow fighting routine and throws a fist in the air to a smattering of applause based mostly on not being Scott Lunde. We shoot back to Lunde waving the Canadian flag on the stage. He begins down the ramp as Sabrina continues earning her pay day.

Sabrina, "On His way to the ring from Toronto Ontario Canada at a weight of 217 Pounds…… The Canadian Dream, SCOTT… LUNNNNNNNNNNNNDE!"

Fecca, "We’re wasting no time getting things under way here in Buffalo tonight as Scott Lunde gets ready to kick things off with former ICWA Competitor John Sheppard."
Busch, "John Sheppard looking to continue to mature in his career as he makes his way to Professional Wrestling Today… Tonight he gets to try his luck with a most controversial performer in Toronto’s Scott Lunde."
Styles, "Think there’s any Lunde fans in the house?"
Busch, "It’d be a perfectly logical possibility, We’re only a few minutes away from the Ontario border… Toronto about two, two and a half hours north of here."
Fecca, "Well if they’re here, they’re not being very loud because all I’m hearing is boos."
Busch, "Certainly some well earned boos at that if you reflect back on the last two episodes of Shockwave where Lunde has relentlessly assaulted former tag partner Duke Andrews…"
Fecca interjects, "From behind might I add."
Busch, "Of course from behind, It’d take a back bone to attack Duke head on."
Styles, "Hey now! Lunde’s got a backbone… But he’s got a brain too and to me, it seems much smarter to nail someone when they don’t see it coming then to give em a heads up."
Fecca, "And that kind of thinking is exactly why you’re legally restrained to staying no less than a hundred feet away from the vast majority of women you’ve met on the road over the years."
Styles, "Hey! I’m fairly certain most of those orders have to of expired by now."

Busch chuckles as we watch Scott Lunde enter the ring, waving his flag about as Sheppard rolls his eyes in the corner. Lunde walks over to the corner and forces the bottom of his flag pole into the second rope turnbuckle connecting the ropes to the corner posts. With the flag in place he turns around and takes off his ring jacket, draping it over the top turnbuckle. Lunde turns back and Mason confers to make sure he’s finally ready to go… A last check with an equally eager Sheppard and… Ring-a-ling-a-ding-dong, This contest is under way.

The two begin slowly circling as Sheppard begins clapping his hands, encouraging the crowd to start making some noise. The fans start to clap along with Sheppard as Lunde points out to a fan in the front row, "SHUT IT FAT BOY!" He continues circling and points to some people up higher in the stands, "You Can’t Even see him clapping from there you cheep bastards! Cut the crap! AND BUY A REAL TICKET NEXT TIME!" Finally the talking and clapping (at least in the ring) concludes as Lunde and Sheppard dart toward the center looking for simultaneous elbow and collar tie ups… They get their wish but Sheppard quickly reaches back with his right hand and grabs Lunde’s left wrist, Yanking Lunde’s hand away from his neck and then throwing his wrist down, grabbing said wrist with both hands before twisting into the wrist, getting under the wrist, and wringing it into a standard side wrist lock. Lunde lets out a little yelp as he’s forced to bend down a little to reduce the amount of strain on his arm. Finally Lunde reaches over with his right hand and gets a hold of Sheppard’s left wrist. He struggles but, eventually he manages to swing through and counter Sheppard’s side wrist lock with a side wristlock of his own drawing some boos from the crowd.

Busch, "Elbow-Collar lock up into a Wrist-Lock from Sheppard to a counter wrist lock by Scott Lunde as we open this inaugural contest of the night."
Fecca, "Little known fact about John Sheppard… Even though we usually only hear about UFC or StrikeForce or some of the other big money fight organizations, Much the same as Professional Wrestling has Independent Wrestling promotions, MMA Has smaller fight organizations around the world as well. While Sheppard hasn’t gotten a big name in the Money promotions, he’s acquired quite the underground reputation going around to various fight groups and winning big championships, even a few outside of his weight class in the fight groups that allow fighting outside of your weight class. He’s quite the fighter."
Busch, "Absolutely, John Sheppard more than capable in an MMA Environment however, There’s a big transition to be made from the world of MMA and Professional Wrestling. During his last stint he had a hard time making the adjustment which lead to a few disqualifications. If he can complete that transition though, and truly become a Professional Wrestler instead of an MMA Fighter in a Pro Wrestling ring, I believe John Sheppard has a well of potential to begin drinking from."

Back in the ring Sheppard had rolled forward, rolled back, kipped up, and made Lunde flip onto his back with a counter to the wristlock. Sheppard kept hold of the wrist and hit a leg drop on the arm before spinning around and making a one count. We catch back up here as Lunde begins rushing to his feet. He charges at Sheppard but Sheppard leaps up, turns in the air so his back is to Lunde and nails a modified calf kick of sorts making Lunde hit the mat again. Lunde grabs his head pulling himself up, staggers around and YOINK! Text book arm drag from Sheppard to Lunde, Sheppard keeping hold of the arm as he’s on a knee with a text book arm bar in place.

"COME ON BUFF-A-LO!" Sheppard yells out, drawing some cheers from the crowd as Busch says, "Sheppard seemingly attempting to connect with the crowd and perhaps draw that extra man on the field effect from their support should they offer it to him."
Fecca, "I think they’d support just about anybody who’s got the opportunity to shut up Scott Lunde for a few minutes."
Busch chuckles, "Yeah, I imagine you’re probably right."

Lunde begins pushing himself up but Sheppard continues holding in the arm bar… Lunde gets to his feet and turns into Sheppard, forcing him back slowly against the ropes. Once they get to the ropes Mason begins demanding the break…. Sheppard slowly begins releasing the arm bar as Lunde appears to slowly be breaking away from Sheppard… But then in a split second where Mason looks out to the time keeper for an update, Lunde reaches up and rakes the eyes drawing boos from the crowd. Lunde staggers toward the corner holding his eyes as Mason begins making hand gestures of a rake to his own eyes as he interrogates, "HEY?! DID YOU RAKE HIS EYES?! HUH?! YOU BETTER WATCH IT!"

Of course Lunde vehemently denies such an upstanding member of Canada would do such a thing as he follows Sheppard into the corner.

Busch, "Well leave it to Lunde to acquire the advantage with such a lowbrow tactic."
Styles, "Hey, I don’t care how much you condition the rest of your body, The eyes are always vulnerable. Lunde knows that and he made the crafty decision."
Fecca, "He made the cheep decision. How about a little bit of this "Canadian Integrity" he’s suppose to have?"
Styles, "Silly Fecca, we all know Canadian’s don’t have any integrity. I mean, for god sakes, they have Mounties and use a leaf as their national symbol, How much integrity do you think they have? Which hey, Is totally cool by me. I think Integrity’s way overrated."
Busch, "That somehow doesn’t surprise me in the least."
Fecca, "Yeah, It shouldn’t."

Lunde starts unloading some quick punches around the jaw/neck to Sheppard in the corner making him slouch down more and more. Finally he jumps up placing his hands behind Sheppard’s neck, places the bottoms of his boots into Sheppard’s abs and drops back monkey flipping Sheppard up and over to the center of the mat as the fans boo.

Busch, "Lunde getting the upper hand with that rake to the eyes and now staying on him and maintaining his new found control over this contest."

Lunde gets up after the monkey flip… Darts to the ropes. Leaps over the top rope, grabs the top rope simultaneously, His feet barely tap the outside canvas and he catapults himself back over the top rope, diving toward Sheppard head first like a missile till at the last second he flips through hitting a high impact, modified inverted swanton of sorts. The crowd OOooOs a little but before they can think about giving the devil his due he yells, "THAT MOVE COULD ONLY COME FROM CANADA BEH-BEH!" The crowd of course instantly begins booing again as Lunde turns and hooks Sheppard’s leg. Mason drops down ………………One………Tw… Barely two as Sheppard kicks out.

Busch, "An impressive athletic maneuver by Scott Lunde and a quick two to follow."

Lunde jumps up, clearly un happy as he begins yelling at Mason, "DON’T THEY TEACH YOU HOW TO COUNT IN THIS DAMN COUNTRY! THREE! IT WAS A THREE!"

Mason shakes his head and insists it was only two. Lunde goes to further his argument when "Down From The Sky" by Trivium blasts over the PA, making the crowd erupt and Scott Lunde get wide eyed and a new shade of pale.

Busch, "Whut-Oh…"

Lunde spins around as Duke Andrews comes through the curtain in a pair of Blue Jeans, A gray self promoting Shirt and his hair wet. Lunde puts his hands up, "WHOA BIG GUY! I’ve Got a match here! You can’t disrupt a scheduled match! There’s certain rules and regulations and…"

Duke begins darting down the ramp as Lunde’s eyes somehow find a way to get even wider before he turns, darts to the commentary side of the ring and leaps over the top rope, landing in a squating postion on the floor like a cat. Mason turns and demands he get back here but No dice as Duke slides into the ring, runs across and baseball sides back out. Lunde darts around and Duke is now in pursuit.

Busch, "Duke Andrews is Hell bent on revenge and Scott Lunde’s runnin like a scalded dog!"
Styles, "Hey! Come on! We’ve got a match going on here!"
Busch, "Evidently not anymore."

Lunde darts through the curtain and Duke keeps on the pursuit as we head back to the ring where Sheppard’s back on his feet with his arms out as if to say "What the crap man…"

Mason, "……………Nine………… Ten!"

Mason turns around and does the hammering motion with his hand as he says, "Ring the bell! It’s a count out! Ring the bell!"

On command the bell sounds as Sabrina declares, "Here is your winner… Via Countout… John SHEPPARD!"

With that "How Soon Is Now" By the Smiths (AKA The Charmed Theme) begins blasting over the PA as Mason raises Sheppard’s arm.

Busch, "Well, regardless the method, John Sheppard’s begun his run here in PWT with a win and if you’re John Sheppard, there ain’t nothing wrong with that. Folks, Like we said earlier… We have got a jam packed two hours ahead… Including Kaydence Starr Verses Christian Michaels with Kaydence opportunity at becoming an Intergender competitor hanging in the balance… Hope Rivers one on one against Taylor Lynn in a clash of Champions Main Event, and… Right here in his home town of buffalo…

As the graphic takes the PW-Television, The Crowd goes absolutely nuts…

Busch, "Rockstar Kevin Kasey has a huge announcement to make and, the rumors spiraling around the internet and the lockeroom say that… well… per… He may be announcing his retirement."
Fecca, "Damn the Heritage!"
Busch, "You’re not gonna wanta miss a single moment of what we’ve got in store tonight… All that and so much more when we return."

A sweat coated Addams gets up holding his back and wincing in pain as the crowd is on their feet…

Crowd: THAT WAS WRESTLING (Clap, Clap, Clap-clap-clap), THAT WAS WRESTLING (Clap, Clap, Clap-clap-clap), THAT WAS WRESTLING (Clap, Clap, Clap-clap-clap)

Drew (equally sweat covered) extends his hand… Addams nods and shakes Drew’s hands, the two sharing a little hug before Scott raises Drew’s arm and points his way.

Busch, "A great show of sportsmanship between former teacher and student turned in ring equals… These two tore the roof off tonight and, We still have a main event that has to try and follow!"

Suddenly the Tron comes on, "Well, Braaaaa-vo."

Drew and Addams both look to the tron, Drew looking annoyed as Addams just perks an eyebrow. Shattered Soul is standing there, Jessica Jones still tied up in the background.

Soul, "Great match guys, But if you’re done making out and engaging in your post match foreplay, I just thought I’d let you know Drew… Two weeks from tonight In Detroit… Jessie and I will be there LIVE."

Drew can be heard by the camera saying, "Good. It’s about time…"

Soul, "And when we get there we’ll make this lil Titanium title deal official but uh … In the mean time, I sent Richie to Buffalo with a lump of cash I took out of Jessica’s purse and he’s paid somebody to say Hello on my behalf… Oh and uh… Sorry Scott… Wrong place, wrong time, You know how it goes."

Addams and Drew seem perplexed, but that wouldn’t last long… WHAM-WHAM! Two guys flying in from behind with clubbing shots on Addams and Stevenson making em drop… One guy is…

Richie Stevens! Haha… And the other guy…

Styles, "It’s Richie Stevens! Shattered Soul’s Camera Lackey has an aggressive streak! Who knew? Who’s the other guy though…"
Busch, "Well that’s Chris Burden… He’s a big Independent star… He was here tonight for a tryout before the show but… Evidently Shattered Soul’s financed him as a temporary hitman on Drew Stevenson and Scott Addams!"

Richie is down on his hands and knees, choking the life out of Drew as Burden is pummeling Addams in the corner. Burden suddenly yanks him out, hooks the head and the leg almost like he might want a Fishman suplex, but then lifts and jumps nailing a Small Package driver on Addams drawing big boos.

Busch, "Good God! He calls that Over Easy, I imagine because once he hits it, things are over… easy."

Richie Finally stops choking Drew popping up as refs and a couple members of security flood the ring. Burden suddenly holds his open hand out to Richie… Richie gets excited and gives him a five, which makes Burden’s brow narrow… He shakes his head and starts rubbing the tips if his fingers together in the universal hand gesture for money.

Richie, "Oh Right! Sorry!"

Richie reaches into his jeans and pulls out a small bank roll which he hands over to Burden to a chorus of boos. Burden looks through it, nods in approval and heads off as Busch says, "It looks like there’s about a thousand dollars there!"
Styles, "A thousand dollars and Drew Stevenson and S cott Addams are both down and out? That’s money well spent if ya ask me."
Busch, "I reckon Jessica Jones might not think so if she ever gets out of whatever infernal Hell Shattered Soul’s got her residing in."

With that we fade to the back with a split screen of Taylor Lynn and Hope Rivers walking, both with their respective championship around their waists as "Full Circle" is playing in the background.

Busch, "The Femme Fatale and World’s Champions on their way to the ring… When we return it’s a Clash of Champions… NEXT!"

*Commercial Break*