The opening match for the evening- we see Nev squaring off against Martin Wright. Willie Sharpe is the ref in charge and signaling for the bell- the match was underway- conspicious by her absence- was Terri though.

Fecca: .. And we're off!

Styles: Not to sound like a negative nancy, but I don't trust the mutant- something about him isn'r right I know he's Natural Selection, I just know it!

Fecca: Nev may be a lot of things- cynical, delusional at times- but a coward? Never.

Styles: I don't trust him.. I don't trust'em I tell you!

Wright had a rough career thus far in PWT. Matches ranging from the short-lived Draven- to being Javen's official bitch, now having to take on The Dark Warrior, things weren't going as planned for the kid. Nevertheless, he stood on track and rushed forward- Nev cut this off with a clothesline. Hitting the mat hard- Wright bounced up- this time stepping right into a headlock takedown. Holding the lock as he wrenched at Wright's head- Sharpe got into position and checked the shoulders to see if a pin was in effect, but it wasn't. Letting go of the headlock- Nev stood up and once more used Wright's momentum against him- this time putting Wright into the mat with a hip0toss followed by a hard elbow drop on Wright's sternum.

Fecca: Nev seems to have an answer for everything Wright throws at him!

Styles: .. Mutants.

Backing into the ropes- Nev pushed himself forward and ducked beneath Wright's lariat attempt. As he hit the ropes, he leaped into the air and hit a cross body onto Wright- making the cover as Sharpe went down.

Fecca: FIRST COVER!

ONETWOTHREE!

Styles: .. What.. the..?

Sharpe quickly slid out of the ring and booked it through the crowd- all the mean while Nev looked on- an expression that was torn between insult and disappointment. Pushing himself off of Wright- Nev brushed his hair out of his eyes, realizing what had gone down- and he didn't like it- AT ALL.

Fecca: THAT WAS THE FASTEST COUNT IN HISTORY! WHY THE HELL DID SHARPE DO IT!?

Nev perched himself ontop of the turnbuckle and motioned for a mic. Sabrina handed him one as Wright was slow to get up, it didn't process in his head what had happened, but Nev knew- Nev knew all too well.but before he could get to talking on the mic- from the back walked Shadow who apparently had a gash on his head, some dry blood formed under the cut, but it was bandaged and it was huge. Wording something to Nev- Nev leaped forward, off of the ropes as Shadow slid into the ring and pushed himself up. Standing a few feet away from each other- Shadow looked on as he asked for the mic.

Shadow: .. You traitor.

Nev didn't respond, he looked intrigued though.

Shadow: I don't wish to cast skeptism on you, I thought I knew you better than any soul besides Terri, but apparently I was wrong. The only reason I am not taking this to a physical level is because I want you to tell me why you acted in such manner.

Fecca: .. Huh?

Shadow: I wish to know the reason for your actions, Tristan.

Handing the microphone off to Nev- Shadow touched at the gash on his head as Nev.. Nev was lost.

Nev: Am I missing something here? I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about. Reason for actions.. What actions?

Shadow shouted something at Nev- this didn't sit well with Nev as he said something back. Just then, the lights in the arena cut off.. Pitch black, but something eerie was going on.

Sryles: SEE! SOMETHING HAPPENED BETWEEN NEV AND SHADOW, AND PLUS THAT FAST COUNT?! NEV IS DIRTY! I'M TELLI WHHHHHHAT?!

The lights in the arena didn't come back on- instead in the center of the ring- the actual ring itself had been lit on fire. The camera changed to a view from the roof and the letters "N" and "S" was burning- with Shadow laying in the center of the flame.

Fecca: TH- THAT'S NEV'S TRADEMARK FIRE! SHADOW IS DOWN AND LOOK! LOOK UP THERE!

Perched on the PWTron- we catch a glimpse of Nev as he was crouched- no facial expression- just a look of hate.. pure hate.

Styles: NS!? WHAT ELSE IS THAT GONNA STAND FOR?! NO SODA?! NUDE STARR?! NO, IT STANDS FOR NATURAL SELECTION AND THIS IS PROOF, HE ATTACKED SHADOW EARLIER AND NOW HE PUT SHADOW DOWN AGAIN!

Fecca: NO! I REFUSE TO BELIEVE IT! I REFUSE TO BELIEVE IT!

The proof was in the pudding though- Nev was perched up on the PWTron- staring down at the ring as the flames continued to burn- and it burned like crazy. The two letters.. of course standing for Natural Selection had been set aflame in the ring- Nev's loyalty had been in question for sometime now- this put the cherry on the top. Nev.. Was.. Part of The Chosen Few? As Styles and Fecca continued to bicker amongst each other over who was right regarding Nev- the scene closed out on the image of Nev- just staring off towards the ring, looking.. Only one could wonder what he was thinking.

**COMMERICAL BREAK**

Returning from the quick break- the scene reopens in the front of the arena- as the staff work to put the fire out created.. apparently by Nev a few moments ago- we're set on the faces of Fecca and Styles.

Fecca: Earlier in the week, Brandon Marks debuted his show "The Fix" which essentially is an interactive program where he interviews different members of the PWT Roster. This past week, the opening edition- Brandon interviewed none other than The Prodigal Son- let's take a look.

A quick run through was shown- but one part in particular was highlighted- the part where Jake's demeanor changed when Marks made a remark concerning Natural Selection's record- which at one point had more L's than W's. A point came when both men had stood up- Jake was the first- Marks then welcomed Jake to hit him, even going as far as to turn around and give Jake his back. Jake launched forward and drilled Marks with a Prodigal Drop as Jake's words.. were quoted.

"The biggest mistake you made was thinking you was on par with me to disrespect me. You're a nobody 'Candy Man,' and since you're so eager- Shockwave. You'll be the tune up as we go into Hardcore Hell. [smirking a bit, Jake tilt his head to the side] if Rich is ANYTHING like you are before he had me to fall on, this won't even be a match- more of an exhibition of how hard I can hit and how quick I put someone away. Don't worry about my boys, they're not needed for someone a lowly as you are. Shockwave, Marks- if you show up- ima put you into a permanent hiatus."

From Jake the scene cut back to Fecca and Styles again.

Fecca: As you've seen ladies and gentlemen- after that sneak attack from The Bull Shark, Brandon Marks was put out with a Prodigal Drop. But- as always, that did nothing besides push this young man- and well..

Styles: .. Right now, Brandon Marks is in the parking lot- and he's ready for war.

Cutting out to the parking lot- Marks had his sleeves rolled up as he was looking around like a Cheetah on the hunt.

Marks: GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE JAKE! FACE ME LIKE A MAN!

"Heh.."

Out of no where a figure lauched- the figure welded a steel pipe and that same steel pipe was cracked against the back of Brandon's head. Crumbling like a old building blown by dynamite, Marks hit the pavement hard as the camera zoomed out- showing that welding the pipe wasn't in fact The Prodigal Son- instead, it was his prospect.

Fecca: .. Rich!?

Staring down at Marks, Tony Rich beamed a smile you could see from the Moon.

Tony: Don't EVER question us, Brandon. Just because you helped me get started in this business doesn't mean a damn thing. I'm tired of you always finding a way to slip in your name when the topic of Tony Rich comes up. You're NOTHING and would of been irrelevant and forgotten if it wasn't for me!

Stomping at Marks fallen body- Rich spit down on him as a slow clap was heard. Emerging from the darkness- we see Jacob Mitchell, and he wasn't alone. Con was aside of him as Bain and Mikah walked almost hand at hand. Jake looked off towards Con and nodded- Con knew the drill. Rich dropped the pipe and grabbed hold of one of Marks' arms as Con grabbed the other. Suspending him in the air- Jake walked around and kneeled beside Brandon.

Jacob: I told you I'd put you away, Brandon- Not so smart now, are you?

Backhanding him- Jake signaled for Mikah to come towards him. Now Mikah stood aside of Jake, causing him to smile.

Jacob: The only saving grace you had left was Mikah and now that she's left you, what's your purpose in PWT? What's the point of you sticking around!? You could of continued to live away from Natural Selection but you decided to qurstion us- NOW LOOK AT YOU! YOU'RE GOING TO BE JUST ANOTHER EXAMPLE OF WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU GET IN MY WAY!

Pushing himself up- Jake grabbed Mikah by the back of the head- yanking at her golden locks- even though he was rough- she loved it- she probably craved Jake- but he wouldn't give into her- he had morales believe it or not.

Jacob: How does it feel to see the only thing that kept you relevant now belong to ME?!

Pulling her head back, Jake let off another smile.

Jacob: YOU DON'T MATTER, BRANDON! PASS THE MESSAGE TO PWT.. IN EIGHT DAYS- PWT BITES THE BULLET!

Letting go of Mikah- after using her as a prop to break Marks' confidence, he took position behind him. Looking off at his target-, he shook his head before glancing towards Mikah again.

Jacob: I'll let The Poison to the honors of officially kicking your ass to the curb.. If you would be my guest, darling.

Stepping aside- Jake looked off at Mikah who shot him a look- she completely raped him with her eyes. She though, got into correct position, pushed herself forward and just like Jake would- she kicked Brandon in the back of the head, as Con and Rich let go, causing him to hit the pavement face first. Moving next to Mikah, Jake wrapped his arm around her waist and nodded.

Jacob: That's my girl.

Walking away from her- Jake stood over Marks' fallen body before slapping Tony on the shoulder.. as the scene once more faded out to commerical break- Natural Selection was running wild already.. AND IT'S JUST THE BEGINNING OF THE SHOW!

As The New Revolution celebrated their hard fought win over the promising South Beach Kru- Cameron Stevens and Donnie Wyld didn't look too thrilled with the turnout of the match. Down the ramp stormed Tank, Damien Collins and Matt Matlock, all bearing smiles on their faces as they know heading into Hardcore Hell, they've got mad momentum that gives them an edge over Natural Selection with Christian Othniel down and Bedlam basically M.I.A. As Team PWT stood in the ring, hyping each other up for the match come Sunday- an impressive sight was shown as each of them- minus Matlock flaunted their gold.

Fecca: WHAT A SIGHT! THROUGH THICK AND THIN, TEAM PWT HAS FOUGHT THE ODDS AND MANAGED TO STAND TALL EDDIE! WE'RE GOING INTO HARDCORE HELL ALL ON ONE PAGE!

Styles: DEFINITELY BOBB-O, THAT'S A SIGHT FOR SORE EYES!

Just then.. Out of no where, the opening rift to "War Pigs" blasted over the P.A. System and the already hyper fans were given an even bigger reason to cheer- as out from beyond the curtain with little delay stepped Megastar Mitchell, and of course the first member to his team- Duke Andrews. Megastar played to the fans a bit from beyond those shades and bandana as Andrews followed behind- the fans had nearly blown the roof off of the arena.

Fecca: HERE COMES MEGASTAR AND DUKE!

Styles: UNITTTTTTTTTYYYYYYYYYYYY!

Duke managed to slide into the ring beneath the bottom rope while Megastar climbed the stairs and got into the ring through the middle rope. Once in the ring- the playing to the fans died down as Sabrina handed Megastar a mic. Chants of "MEGA-STAR" broke out through the arena as he took a second to look away from Team PWT and around the arena- they loved this guy. Narrowing his attention back towards Team PWT who stood on one side of the ring- giving Megastar the respect he deserved, the theme cut off of the P.A. System as the chants continued to flood in.. making it almost impossible to hear his voice.

Fecca: Unbelievable.. Just// Unbelievable.

MEGA-STAR! MEGA-STAR!

Styles: CRAZY!

Letting them continue for a few more seconds- he lifted the mic to his lips as they had simmered down and cracked a smirk, all the mean while Team PWT looked on- weary of Megastar, especially Scott Addams.

Megastar: I've gotta say, you guys were impressive- The South Beach Kru ain't no chumps, I've been around for a long time and I know potential when I see it- those kids have got endless amounts, but Scotty.. Zarek.. You found a way to avoid a lost and managed to pull a win out of the bag- something I was looking to see if you'd do- good job.

With pure authenticity in his voice- Megastar wasn't being sarcastic, he was being truthful. Moving the mic from his lips for a second, he looked and nodded off towards The New Revolution.

Megastar: I know that it's hard to believe that I'm taking a stand with you guys to make sure my boy doesn't get his way- but it's something any father would do to teach his son a lesson. So let me assure you.. Matlock.. Collins.. New Revolution.. Tank- once Hardcore Hell rolls in- I'm 100& P..W.. T.

They were playing possum it seemed- the fans, 'cause as soon as Megastar dropped that line, they popped like there was no tomorrow. Megastar looked off at Duke and smirked before eyeing Team PWT again..

Megastar: I speak for Mister Andrews when I say that. Ya see boys- We don't have to like each other to understand what the bigger picture is here. We don't have to go out for Tea and Crumplets and take Christmas pictures together- this is about standing up for what's right- and what's right is EVERYTHING Jake is against.. So.. With that said- I'm not gonna beg anybody- but I'm sating this.. From Captain..

Megastar took a step forward and now got in Matlock's face. Lowering the microphone, camera flashes ripped through the arena as the two had a staredown for a good few seconds. The crowd was broken in half between chants of "MEGA-STAR" and "MAT-LOCK," which was amazing- the atmosphere was INSANE! Both Matlock and Megastar looked around the arena- in opposite directions before they line of sight was back to each other.

Fecca: .. I just got goosebumps..

Megastar: .. To Captain..

Switching the microphone to his left hand, Megastar extended his right hand out towards Matlock-

Styles: Megastar wants to shake on it!

Megastar: We seal this deal?!

Once more the crowd exploded as Matlock looked down at Megastar's hand and then around the arena. Camera flashes popped like crazy as Duke stepped forward with his arms folded over his chest. After a few seconds, Matlock narrowed his attention back down at Megastar's hand- he looked towards Megastar's left hand, making sure he wasn't going to get punched or cheap-shotted, he knew The Mitchell Family well, just when you thought you could trust them- they'd attack.

Fecca: Is- Is he gonna shake Megastar's hand!?

Then- Matlock slapped his right hand against Megastar's- they sealed the deal and the fans was given another huge reason to pop. As they popped like crazy- out from no where- of course came the party poopers.

Fecca: DAMMIT, HERE THEY COME!

Flooding the ring from behind Team PWT- Jake.. Bain.. Con and Rich. Of course being down two members showed as each had a chair- Jake took the first swing, cracking Collins across the back- dropping the PWT Champion. Con managed to hit Tank and took him out of the ring with the chair shot as Bain went straight for Andrews. Moving forward- Bain threw a chair-shot but Andrews ducked beneath it. Turning around- Megastar pushed Matlock away from harm's way and took Bain's "Contract Killer" which was a HUGE Superkick that dropped the legend.

Styles: BAIN JUST DROPPED MEGASTAR!

The New Revolution managed to contain Rich in the corner- as out of no where- from the back sprinted SBK and they attacked The New Revolution, giving Tony a chance to escape their grasp.

Styles: WHY THE HELL ARE THEY HELPING NATURAL SELECTION!?

Fecca: IT'S 'CAUSE THEY JUST LOST AND THEY MUST BE BITTER!

Stevens and Wyld managed to get the best of TNR as they cheap shotted them from the back- leaving just Matlock and Duke standing to fend against Jake- Bain and Con. From the stands jumped another figure- hooded and all, but he slid into the ring and pulled the hood down- standing across from Natural Selection on Team PWT/Megastar's side..

Fecca: CRYSE! IT'S CRYSE TREBORN!

Jake's eyes nearly popped out of his head as Cryse stood in front of Megastar- protecting his Grandfather. Then- all hell broke loose. Jake dashed forward and went for his 'Dead Man's Switch' but Duke ducked beneath it. Standing tall- it was a set up as Bain put Duke out with "The Contract Killer," Tony quickly swooped in and knocked Duke outside of the ring. Con and Matlock clashed- continuing from last week. Con and Matlock was battling in the corner- shot for shot when Bain saved the day.

Styles: LOOK AT'EM GO!

Collins and Tank was recovering on the outside- and Megastar was slowly stirring- Jake and Cryse was staring off as Cryse was shouting Jake's way, something about family. Just then- Cryse made the mistake of stepping forward- he moved a little too quick as Jake cleaned him in the gut with a quick knee and put his nephew down with a Prodigal Drop.

Fecca: DOWN GOES TREBORN!

Jumping back to his feet- he saw Team PWT starting to recover- Bain had left the ring and helped Tony keep Andrews down on the outside as Jake and Con followed suit. Leading an injured Andrews up the ramp- Duke tried to fight back, but out of no where came Mikah- she wrapped what looked to be a piano string around Duke's neck and begun to choke him.

Fecca: THAT JEZEBEL! SHE'S STRANGLING DUKE!

Styles: I DON'T KNOW IF I SHOULD BE ANGRY OR AROUSED!

Fecca: .. EDDIE!?

Of course Mikah didn't want to kill Andrews- well, maybe she did but she wouldn't, not on television anyway. Letting go of the strangle like manuever- Tony grabbed hold of a chair and held it in front of Duke's head as Con and Bain held Duke's arms- everyone knew what was coming- but Jake didn't pull the trigger- instead, he lifted a mic to his lips.

Jacob: YOU SEE HOW QUICK THINGS CHANGE, DAD?! DO YOU?!

Cryse was pressed up against the ropes- holding his neck in pain as shuffling up the ramp was the South Beach Kru. Jake looked towards them and nodded- before they returned the gesture.

Fecca: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ALL ABOUT?!

The ENTIRE Team PWT was ready to pounce- but Megastar- thinking on the fly got hold of a mic and stood in front of them- and stood in front of Cryse as well.

Megastar: DON'T FALL INTO HIS TRAP! This is what he wants! He wants us to act to him- that way it gives him a reason to make Duke bite The bullet- but.. If I do this..

Megastar turned around and stepped forward- looking Jake dead in the eye.

Megastar:  .. What do you want?

Fecca: Megastar.. I understand logic, but reasoning with him?! WITH HIM?! THAT'S CR-

Jacob: .. I wanna know who's on your team, that's what I want to know.

Fecca: -Azy.. Did- Megastar just defuse this?!

Jacob: Either you fire off those cannons you said you had last week- You make some noise- or Team Megastar is going to be without Duke Andrews after I kick his face into a chair!

Megastar: .. All you've gotta do it turn around, baby boy.

Arching The Prodigal Brow- it didn't take long for..

"DUE TO THE GRAPHIC NATURE OF THIS PROGRAM.. LISTENER DISCRECTION IS ADVISED"

Fecca: .. My God..

Styles: WHAT.. THE..

Fecca: IS IT REALLY?!

Ever heard or seen something that you WEREN'T supposed to? Well, that's the expression on Jake's face as surely, stepping through the curtain was.. What many believed to be Jake's best friend..

Fecca: CROSS! IT'S CROSS.. OH.. MY GOD!

Slapping at his forehead- Jake looked.. Well, in awestruck. Cross just smiled as "Edgecrusher" had cut off.

Megastar: .. And the fourth member of Team Megastar..?

Cross stepped aside- shrugged at Jake and Bain as he hit the Fushion pose..

Fecca: .. Who..!?

When that opening rift hit- Jake's heart sank..

Styles: YES! YES! YES! JAKE'S KRYPTONITE!

Fecca: RYAN.. FOCKING.. CAIN!

Stepping through the curtain- Ryan got a CRAZY pop as EVERYONE knew the history between Jake and Cain- and it wasn't pleasant. Con and Bain had tossed Duke down the ramp as they faced ringside while Jake and Rich stood- looking on towards Cross and Cain- Mikah was in the middle of Natural Selection in case something went fown.

Fecca: I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! THE FREAKS! THE FREAKS ARE REUNITED- TEAM MEGASTAR!

Styles: IF THERE WAS ANY DOUBT REGARDING MEGASTAR'S POSITION- THIS CLEARED IT UP! GOING OUT AND GETTING YOUR SON'S BIGGEST RIVAL!? LOCKING HIM IN A CAGE WITH'EM?! INSANE!

Megastar: Let me introduce Member Three and Four to Team Megastar.. THE FREAKS!

Speechless was a great way to describe The Prodigal Son- his father had come out of no where and not just got his arch-nemesis in Ryan Cain to join his team- but he also went out and recruited his best friend in Cross!

Fecca: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WE ARE EIGHT DAYS AWAY FROM UNDERGROUND! AND WA-

Jacob: CROSS?! CAIN?! ARE YOU SERIOUS?!

Jake's voice overpowered Fecca's, as the camera cut to The Prodigal Son.

Jacob: YOU WENT OUT AND GOT A BURNOUT AND A CLOWNSHOE?!

Megastar: I di-

Jacob: DON'T YOU CUT ME OFF, OR I'LL KNOCK THOSE DENTURES OUT OF YOUR MOUTH! YOU WANNA TURN MY NEPHEW AGAINST ME?! MY BEST FRIEND?! THAT'S FINE! CRYSE IS THE FIFTH MEMBER?! GO-

Megastar: .. No. Cryse ISN'T the fifth member.

Fecca: WHAT!

Styles: I FEEL LIKE A KID WITH EPILEPSY WATCHING A KISS CONCERT! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!? AM I SWALLOWING MY TONGUE, YET?!

Jacob: THEN WHO IS IT?!

Megastar: .. You'll find out at Underground.

Fecca: WOW WHAT A BOMBSHELL BY MEGASTAR! FIRST HE INTRODUCES THE FREAKS AS THE THIRD AND FOURTH MEMBERS OF HIS TEAM- AND ANNOUNCED THAT NATURAL SELECTION HAS TO WAIT UNTIL UNDERGROUND TO FIND OUT THE LAST MEMBER OF HIS TEAM! TALK ABOUT PSYCHOLOGICAL WARFARE!

Styles: UNDERGROUND- FRIDAY. TUNE IN, BE THERE OR BE SQUARE! WHO THE HELL IS IT!? WHO?!

Fecca: YOUR GUESS IS AS GOOD AS MINE, EDDIE! BUT WHAT A NIGHT! SEE YOU AT UNDERGROUND, FOLKS!

Duke had rolled back into the ring- where Team PWT, Megastar and Cryse stood. Natural Selection glanced back and forth between the ring and The Freaks at the top of the stage as the lights once more went out in the arena.

Fecca: WHAT THE HELL, WHAT NOW?!

When the lights flickered back to life- standing in front of Jake- facing The Freaks was..

Fecca: NEVYMORR?! NEV! WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING THERE?!

Slapping Nev on the shoulder- Jake smirked as Natural Selection's confidence SKY-ROCKETED!

Styles: I TOLD YOU! I TOLD YOU HE WAS A TRAITOR! I TOLD YOU THAT MUTANT WAS NO GOOD!

With a bo-staff in his hand- and fire at the tip of it- the painted face of Nevymorr stared The Freaks down as the crowd went absolutely BALLISTIC!

Fecca: GOOD NIGHT!

And just like that.. Shockwave came to an end.. Surprising? That's what the PWT product was about.