Trials and Tribulations in the Tag Team Division

The event had kicked off- and backstage we go! Cryse Treborn is seen wrapping his hands as in walks Xtremist with Alex Bradford, automatically Cryse went into 'insult mode,' before either X or Bradford could say anything.

Cryse: Wonka and a Oompa Loompa, what do I owe you? A golden ticket?

Xtremist: Yeah, Yeah- SHUT UP! Now since we really didn't get the chance to talk strategy through the week I figured we'd go over this before so your stupid little brain retains the information.

Cryse: Yeah, I know the strategy.  You and Rosie O'Donnell there- just watch and let me do everything.

Xtremist: Yeah right. You're so stuck in your own little egocentric world, you don't know up from down, kid.

Cryse: Egocentric? I'm not the one crying for respect. I go out there and I earn everything I get from the smallest cheer to the loudest pop. That's the difference between me and you- oh, besides the fact that you look like you're sucking on lemons the entire time you step onto camera. Add some Li Hing Mui- it works.

Xtremist: Li-Hing.. What!?

Cryse looked towards the camera and shook his head.

Cryse: Nevermind. Don't want your brain overloading before we get out there. So just sit back- let me go out there and show the world why I'm the best at what I do.

Looking at Bradford as the two exchanged smiles- Xtremist scratched at the back of his head.

Xtremist: .. You're not starting the match off.

Shaking his head- Cryse sighed.

Cryse: Says who?

Xtremist: Me.

Rubbing his chin now- Cryse shrugged lightly.

Cryse: Is that so? You know, I guess you're right- I can't start the match off because well- I'm not the 'legal' man. So in that case.. Let me clear the picture up for you..

Before X could see what was going on- Cryse decked X in the jaw with a stiff left hand that dropped X as Cryse looked towards Bradford as Alex held his hands up. Stepping over X' fallen body- Cryse walked out the door- shouting.

Cryse: I didn't hit you THAT hard- so stop acting and get your ass to the ring. We've got a match! Make sure you bring your Oompa Loompa with you- and some Everlasting Gobbstoppers- I know one of SBK loves candy!

The camera switched back to Xtremist who had gotten up- definitely taken by surprise by the quickness of Cryse's punch as he rubbed his jaw and shook his head.

Xtremist: Little bastard.. I'm going to kill him before the match starts..

Cutting from X to another portion of the backstage area- we're now in the midsts of Adam "The Jackal" Smith giving what could be considered a 'pep talk' to his minions in Cameron Stevens and Donnie Wyld. Donnie seemed WAY more into what Smith was saying rather than Stevens who was zoning out- probably thinking about twinkies.

Adam: Now you two have an oppurtunity to move up the tag ranks- a win over the Dysfunctional Duo would propel you two into the spotlight. When everyone is worried about Natural Selection this is our time to strike- we can start our retreat to the top of the mountain boys!

Donnie: Definitely boss.

Adam: Sound good, Cam?

No reply- Donnie wanted to face-palm but knew he'd give Cam not paying attention away.

Adam: Right.. CAM!

Wyld nudged Cam as Adam shouted- breaking Cam out of his trance.

Cameron: LIKE, TRUE STORY!

Now Donnie sighed- what a way to give himself away. Nevertheless, Smith seemed to skip over this as he spoke.

Adam: I want you two to go out there and teach PWT to never overlook The Jackal and his clan!

Cameron: .. Dude- Like, lame. Clan? Is that the best you've got? You've got the gnarly Natural Selection, the fail ontop of fail in New Revolution- the kinda stale Veterans Inc.. The Clan?! Like- I feel like Sub-Zero in Mortal Kombat!

Donnie: .. Cam- Shut up..

Cam: Like, No. You shut up Doughboy. I'm serious. You're like- that Shredder dude and we're like- the competent Bebop and Rocksteady! We should have some cool name too.

Donnie: South Beach Kru.. SOUTH BEACH KRU, STUPID!

Cameron: LIKE WHY DID HE SAY THE CLAN THEN!?

Donnie: Idiot.. Such an idiot..

Adam: You know what? You two- get out of my sight. Go out there and bring back a win- GO!

Donnie was the first to nod and head out- Cam was about to say something not before he was yanked out of the door by Donnie as Cam slammed the door behind him. Smith looked towards his wife- Christine and cocked his head back with a sigh before the scene once again cut out- ringside this time as the tag match was about to begin.

South Beach Kru vs. Cryse Treborn & Xtremist w/ Alex Bradford

A face paced match- a lot of 'sneak tags' from both Cryse and X, no shots was thrown between the two. Despite hating each other's guts, they actually had good chemistry when they WEREN'T bickering over who should get the pin- that's the only fighting that happened between the two. Donnie was a prodigy- a definite diamond in the dirt as a few times he schooled Xtremist on the match and almost wrecked Cryse- despite Cryse having some serious mat wrestling ability. Cam came in and used his size advantage- The South Beach Kru was definitely taken well by the fans, they loved the guys and there were getting solid pops even against the 'hometown boy' in Cryse Treborn. At one point- near the middle Cryse and Xtremist halfed a pretty badass spot. As SBK was on the outside- regrouping after a Cryse/X comeback attempt- both hit the ropes- both hit the turmbuckle and soared through the air. Cryse pulled off an unbelievable Shooting Star Press as Xtremist managed to hit a solid front-flip splash- both men hit the targets as the crowd went bananas. Once the match went back into the ring- the experience between Cam and Donnie as an actual legit tag team came into effect as they managed to so break Cryse off away from X- And that's when it all came crashing down on the Dysfunctional Duo. Cryse reversed Cam's attempt to be launched into the ropes- as when he did- Donnie made the blind tag. Ducking beneath Cryse's oncoming clothesline attempt- Cam drilled X on the apron with a stiff lariat and turned to deliever a hard Face-Buster to Cryse. Donnie scaled the ropes and landed the Ode to Hamilton and managed to get the pin. As SBK celebrated their win- Cryse and X locked eyes- but DIDN'T come to blows despite the loss- instead bickered up the ramp until they weren't seen in the front- a HUGE win for SBK there.
 
Just Like Old Times

After that crazy tag match- a hand is seen knocking at Decaine's office door before Decaine could say anything- as when The Boss saw who it was- a smile crossed his face. Despite fiddling with paperwork on his desk- Decaine nodded.

Decaine: Look what the cat drug in- Vince.. Hawkins.

The camera pulled back and showed Natural Selection's PERSONAL Interviewer standing in Decaine's office- looking all cool like. He had taste for good suits, nice women and whatever kind of alcohol he could get his hands on. In his hands was a stainless steel suitcase- similar to the one Bain had suspended above the ring at the last Shockwave as he answered Decaine's friendly gesture with a smile on his own.

Hawkins: I'm still bitter with not being invited to call matches with Daniels.

Decaine: C'mon Hawkins, you had better things going on! Plus Nitro is a hit with the kids.

Hawkins: Yeah- Yeah. Anyway, Jake told me to stop by because.. You had something for us? The paperwork Cross was looking over, did you get it back from your attourney yet?

Decaine: Definitely. He said all looks good.. I've got it.. right.. here..

Reaching beneath his desk- Decaine pulled a thick manilla folder and placed it on the desk. Hawkins opened the suitcase via a special number combo on the lid and popped it open- placing the folder in there. Locking the suitcase, Hawkins spun his fingers over the numbers, making them be rendered completely random.

Hawkins: Appreciated.

Decaine: You can have your job back if you want it, Vince.

Hawkins: I pass Decaine. I've got bigger fish to fry with Natural Selection now. Plus- Mikah?

Closing his eyes, Hawkins voice dropped as he was having a 'live-in fantasy.'

Decaine: What about her?

Opening his eyes, Vince nodded.

Hawkins: .. I banged her.

Before Decaine could speak- Hawkins held his right hand up.

Hawkins: Four times. Each time? Better than the previous. That girl is definitely in-touch with her sexuality. Nothing better than taking bodyshots of Everclear- I figure if I'm going to wreck my liver- Why not do it off the body of a blonde?

Having no actual reply to that- Decaine shrugged.

Decaine: In a weird way, you're right.

Hawkins: Of course I'm right- I'm Vince Hawkins- The Drunk with the Funk.

No 'exclaimation marks' to punctuate that one, instead just a simple wink as Hawkins walked out of Decaine's office- and as he turned towards the left- he slammed DIRECTLY into..

Hawkins: WHAT THE HELL!?

Panning out, we see Chris Burden in a ref shirt- he looks enraged but on his shoulder sits the BwT Championship. Hawkins eyes fell on the title as Hawkins- no small man by any accord, a former bodybuilder before the alcohol took control of the sinking ship and kept him afloat- A good six four- two sixty roughly- but in his path.. Chris Burden.

Burden: Watch where you're going, hired help. I'll tell you what, why don't you find a bucket. a rag and some Pinesol and go clean my locker-room floor? The Champion needs to live like a king- not a peasant.

Hawkins: .. Do you know who you're talking to? I'm not some fly-by-night talent like that Jap that left because things wasn't 'going his way.' I'm Vince Hawkins, remember that.

Burden: Well then Hawkins, I suggest you put on a apron and scrub my floor be-

"Before, what?"

From behind Burden- the voice of the devil, well not really, but it was close- sounded off causing Burden to stop and turn around. Surely enough, behind him stood Natural Selection in FULL Power. Jacob Mitchell with the PWT Championship over his shoulder- Cross and Ryan Cain, Marcus Bain and Esco- Mikah- William Sharpe, and even the injured Christian Othniel. Burden looked over each member of NS- Then back at Hawkins as they formed a circle around him.

Burden: Well it seems not even Underground is safe from Jacob Mitchell and his Merry Men! It's been a while Jake, hows life?

Jacob: That's a fine piece of gold sitting on your shoulder, Burden.. I like that a lot.

Burden: Of course it is, the BwT Championship is FAR more important than the lowly PWT Championship, Jake. Plus look at the man who holds the title- A perfect unblemished record- two of those victories come from over.. 2 of your members, correct.. That's if my memory servers me right which I know it does.

Jake cocked his head back- he had to give Burden credit for the audacity he was showing.

Jacob: Perfect record, huh? Last time I checked and I know my memory serves me correctly, I'm undefeated too- but the difference between me and you is, my matches are matches that actually has point behind them. Name the opponent, I've beaten them. Addams? Check. Lyle? Check. Andrews? Check. Collins? Check. Tank? Check. Stevenson? More times than you could imagine. Matlock? Same. So go take your little streak to someone who'd be impressed by it, as far as I'm concerned until you face me- it's worth nothing.

Taking that into consideration- Burden shrugged.

Burden: Likewise, Jake. All you've done was name off people who mean nothing to the business- simple pawns in Brooks game of Chess. I'm no pawn, Mitchell- I'm a champion and when the time is right-

Burden reached out to poke the PWT Championship but Con stepped forward and crossed his arms over his chest.

Burden: I'll have more to add to my collection. Until then, why don't you pay attention to the monitor and watch as a REAL referee..

Shooting a look at William Sharpe- Burden smirked.

Burden: .. Does his job.

Looking to walk away- Burden realized he was trapped in a death-circle, no matter where he went he was stuck. Jake nodded as Cross cleared his throat.

Cross: Usually we'd stomp someone out for the disrespect, but I've gotta give you credit- you've got balls. It's not everyday you're gonna find a guy to talk to us like that. See Chris- we look at it this way. You can have your little BwT Title, you can live life as you want- but the second that intrudes our our plans?

Cross looked from Con to Jake- to Ryan, Bain and then Hawkins and Othniel.

Cross: We close it out.

Burden: Is that a threat?

Cross: No, it's a fact. Stay in your lane- Underground is Natural Selection's turf.

Not answering Cross' words- Natural Selection took off- all besides Othniel who got face to face with Burden.

Othniel: .. Baby Back Ribs.

With a nod, Othniel walked off leaving Burden to look over his shoulder- to the title then back towards NS.

Burden: ...

**COMMERICAL BREAK**

James Tsunami vs. Damian Devir Special Guest Ref: Chris Burden 

From the start, this one was a definite banger. Tsunami was making his return and looked to be rustless in his efforts, but Devir had a way of looking completely flawless in the ring. Momentum switched back and forth a few times- but Tsunami made true to his words and attempted to keep Devir down- take away his vertical base and Devir's arsenal is more than half stripped from him. There was a few times when Devir managed to take the fight to Tsunami from the air- breaking free of The Perfect Storm's grip and making sure to hit Tsunami with every free attempt he had. Mid point through the match- both men were still going strong- Devir had changed his approach and was taking Tsunami on in his own method- the mat wrestling that Devir had- showed a lot about the unturned stones that Devir possessed. Tsunami even looked to stuck in shock as Devir countered out of several submissions and grapples- turning the fight towards Tsunami, something people didn't realize could happen. Though being the more 'stronger wrestler,' Tsunami found ways to swing momentum back to his side- following a few strong submissions and a random knee-bar just to let Devir know that a sub attempt was just a second away if anything. Coming off of a running attempt- Devir floored Tsunami with a enzuguri- it almost took his head off as he made the pin. The whole match Burden was surprisingly neutral, but this was different- Burden refused to make the pin. Devir got in his face as the two started to bicker- Burden tugged at his ref shirt a few times to show Devir who was boss- as Devir brushed him off- turning around- Devir stepped DIRECTLY into The Storm of the Century and after an EXTREMELY QUICK 3 count- Burden left the ring as Tsunami was crowned the winner.

.. Silence Before the Storm

As Burden made his way up the ramp- smiling and laughing at Devir in the ring who was looking off at Tsunami- Devir grabbed a mic and looked off at Tsunami- then to Burden.

Devir: I'd accuse you of being in cahoots with Burden- but you're not smart enough for that.. So this all falls on you, Rectal Rocketeer. You seem to be mighty eager to keep me away from the title, but it's no use. I've already had a chat with Decaine and he told me that as far as that title goes? I've got my guranteed shot locked up, so this?

Devir pointed a thumb over at Tsunami.

Devir: Your attempt to keep me down? It failed, just like you when we square off for that title. Savor the win, Tsunami we both know if Burden didn't get involved, you'd be out cold right now. This was all a test conducted by Decaine- We wanted to see how Burden was going to act in the face of adversity, if he was going to be a true and honest champion and take on all comers or be a coward, I guess the latter is the way we're leaning. Good try James, maybe next time.

Letting the mic fall from his grip- Tsunami and Devir exchanged glares as Burden was at the top of the entrance way, not worried but definitely in serious thought as even he wouldn't seriously rule Devir out as a worthy contender. He knew that this business- it was possible for things to happen, and already being on Decaine's bad side- now Devir had the oppurtunity to sneak up on him and take the BwT Title- something Burden didn't appreciate. Ah- another day in the life of Thy Chris- The Master of Burdenanity. All the mean while Tsunami watched on- and like storms do, they brew.. they form, they get stronger as day goes by until a Category 5 Hurricane rips through a state- leaving it broken.

Dysfunctional Duo- Part 2

Shouting can be heard from backstage- as a camera hurries towards the source of the noise. Standing nose to nose we see Cryse Treborn and Xtremist- Alex Bradford is down on his back looking as if he was pushed over.

Cryse: HOW DID YOU NOT SEE THE BLIND TAG?!

Xtremist: HOW DID YOU NOT DEFEND IT!?

Cryse: WHY DON'T YOU STOP ASKING ME QUESTIONS AND ANSWER THE ONES I ASK YOU!

Xtremist: WHAT IF YOU STOP BEING SUCH A CRYBABY AND SUCK IT UP?!

Silence- that was until Cryse smirked.. Something about his smirk was reminiscent of Jake.

Cryse: You know what? That's cool. See, I was acting like you and that's something I want to stay as FAR from as humanly possible. You're right, I did lose. I got face-bustered then I got hit from above, got pinned.. It's all good. Unlike you, I can admit defeat- I can almost admit that South Beach Kru..

Now the smirk turned into a full fledged smile.

Cryse: They're better than us. That's all.

What Cryse was doing was suckering Xtremist into trying to say and do otherwise- somehow extracting revenge.

Xtremist: Maybe better than you, but they're no where close to being better than me. I've been all over kid, I've wrestled guys like SBK all over the world and they didn't impress me. I didn't get pinned, remember?

Cryse: No, I did. But it doesn't take away from the fact that we both went into that match and we both lost. I guess we're not too much of badasses as we think we are- huh? I guess the veteran and the rookie stand absolutely no chance against South Beach Kru- let alone any other tag team in the PWT due to the veteran's selfish attitude.. You know if we won tonight we would of got shot into the Tag Title Rankings but apparently- we're out of the running now.

Xtremist: It's all your fault, of course.

Cryse: Yeah- True. But atleast I wasn't the one that got taken down by a clothesline- what a chump.

Xtremist: You know what? I'm tired of this. I'm gonna get a rematch booked- there's no way I'm letting this sit. Just because you're an idiot who got pinned shouldn't mean I have to suffer the lost as well. I'm going to get a rematch booked and once that's done- we're gonna make up for the lost- the one that came through your own greenness.

Bradford managed to pull himself out as he and Xtremist stormed out. Once they did- Cryse laughed.

Cryse: Oh, we'll see about that.

Jackal + ? < Kru = Awesome

After their big win a few moments ago- The South Beach Kru are strolling through the back- Cam is throwing his arms in the air like he won the Superbowl as Donnie is keeping to himself- the more reserved and definitely more dangerous one of the two. From beyond the corridor popped a figure- a man- average size, not too big or small definitely not a wrestler. He was bald- had a beard and looked sort of weird. Cam stopped in his tracks as did Donnie.

Man: Can I have a qu- qu- quick word with you two?

Apparently the way he looked wasn't the only weird thing. He had a stutter as well. Cam looked at Donnie- The Spirit knew EXACTLY what Cam had in store for the man as all he could do was just.. sigh.

Cameron: L- L- Li- Lik- Like, totally!

Donnie: .. Man.

Man: M- M- My name i- i- is Ba- Ba- Baron M- Mudzik a- a- and I am the n- new int- i- intervi- viewer for UG.

Realizing that it wasn't a gag- Cam's obnoxious side came out as he begun to laugh- Baron didn't see the joke.

Baron: W- Wh- W- What?!

Cameron: N- Nothing, like- nothing.

Donnie: Baron, let me make this clear. Tonight, we went out to the ring, took on two highly skilled competitors and walked out the winners. The South Beach Kru? We're for real and we're going to start our march to the top and take what belongs to us seeing as those two flunkies Power and Glory ducked us for a title shot. We're gonna reach that point and we're gonna win those titles- Bank on it.

Baron: L- Le- L- Let-

Cam's right hand came up and SMACKED Baron against the back of the head- bringing a quick "OW" from Baron's lips.

Cameron: DUDE! LIKE, NO STUTTER! IT WORKS!

Donnie: WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?

Cameron: SHUT UP FATBOY! I FIXED HIS STUTTER!

Baron: I- I- I do- do- I don't have a stutter, you b-ba-bas-b-bastard!

Cameron: You totally do, dude.

Baron: D-Do- DO N- NOT!

Cameron: DO TOO!

Donnie: Enough of this, already!

Grabbing Cam, Donnie dragged him off of the scene as they headed back towards their locker-room, but they saw the door was open. Pressing their backs against the wall- they heard voices- and not the Randy Orton kind.

Adam: These two idiots can't do anything right- they're gonna mess it up. I just want insurance to know that if things go wrong, I know I've got someone I can count on to be there. This is a Hardcore Match against an alcoholic with a Kendo Stick, the odds are stacked in his favor.

Cam went to say something- but Donnie's hand came up and covered his mouth as Donnie shook his head.

Adam: So, can I count on you?

"Consider it done. Just as long as it's mutual- can I count on you?"

Adam: I'll be there.

What sounded like hands being shaken- Donnie's eyes got wide as he heard footsteps- suddenly. he moved his hand off of Cam's mouth and socked Cam in the shoulder as hard as he possibly could- causing Cam to grab his arm and shout.

Cam: LIKE- OW!

Cam shoved Donnie towards the door as Donnie's quick plan worked- selling the push by tumbling backwards. Glimpsing into the room- they only saw Adam and Christine there-no source of the voice. As Donnie pushed himself up, he saw someone turn the corner and sighed as he picked himself up and stepped into the locker-room, Adam smiled, fake.

Adam: Good job out there boys, I knew you could get it done!

Donnie: Yeah, everything turned out just like we said it would..

Pausing- Donnie's eyes locked with Adam's, remembering what Adam said.

Donnie: Boss.

Cameron: Like- I think I like it better when I win 'cause then I don't get punched!

Attempting to slug Donnie back- Donnie jumped out of the way causing Cam and all of his momentum to crash forward and hit the 47" television- knocking it over and breaking it.. into a million pieces.

Adam: YOU.. BROKE MY TELEVISION!

As Smith yelled at Cam- Donnie watched on- idiots.. that's what Adam thought of SBK? In that case- Donnie would show everyone who the idiot was and it definitely ISN'T SBK. Well, maybe Cam, but Donnie was no idiot and now- Adam Smith would have to watch himself carefully because The Spirit was going to humiliate him- best part? Adam didn't even know what was going to hit him. Smith made his depature from the room- Christine tagged on along side of him carrying a purse as Donnie watched Adam leave- almost like he was possessed- a devlish smile crossed his face.

Chase Young vs. Apollo

From the start- Apollo was throwing Chase Young around like Young was a toy. Picking him up with one hand, Apollo used all sorts of power moves that got the fans buzzing- a man Apollo's size alone was a spectacle on television but to see him live? Amazing. Young's attempts at showing any sort of offense was stuffed- he looked COMPLETELY outmatched which was why Decaine probably had the match made- he didn't want Young on Underground, Young irritated him. Nevertheless- Young managed to slow the beast down with a few consecutive low-blows to which the fans didn't appreciate- even though Apollo was a huge badguy, people still loved to see him rip through whatever was in his path. Chase tried to build a head of steam- he hit the ropes and looked to snap back at Apollo- but Apollo's hand slapped against Chase's throat, that was as from the crowd sprinted Adam Smith. Rolling into the ring- Smith was handed a monkey wrench- a little weapon he picked up from Matlock through the years and slammed the monkey wrench into Apollo's ankle- dropping The Titan upon contact. Young hit the ropes and sprinted forward- landing The Attack of the Burning Ego- dropping Apollo- eventually leading him to the win.

Even Cronus Fell from Grace

Daniels: THESE TWO ARE GOING TO BREAK APOLLO'S ANKLE!

Christine slid a chair into the ring as Chase went to put it near Apollo's foot- but Aimoo's Titan simply kicked Chase away, almost sending him over the top rope. Apollo tried to push himself up- despite the pain of a possibly broken ankle and Adam jumped at Apollo again- this time Apollo managed to clean Adam with a huge shoulderblock that dropped Smith.

Daniels: THE TITAN IS UP!

Nitro: THEY BETTER HEAD FOR THE HILLS. THE NITRO SAYS SOMEONE IS GONNA GET EATEN!

Grabbing the chair upon getting up- Apollo went for a MASSIVE right hand that if connected would of broke Chase's face- but ducking beneath it was the youngster. Jumping up- Chase lifted the chair like a bat and struck Apollo against the back of the head- but nothing.

Daniels: DID YOU HEAR THAT?!

Apollo slowly turned around, and looked at Chase with a smile on his face- that was as from his stomach- Adam swung the monkey wrench again- striking Apollo AGAIN across the ankle- taking The Titan down again. Dropping to a knee- Apollo looked up- as Chase smashed the chair over Apollo's face- but nothing.

Daniels: Ap- APOLLO JUST TOOK A CHAIRSHOT TO THE FACE AND DIDN'T BUDGE!

The crowd was going BALLISTIC as Apollo was attempting to shake off the pain- but Chase Young unloaded on Apollo again- hitting him over the face with another stiff chair shot- this time denting it.

Nitro: THE NITRO SAYS THAT SOUNDED LIKE A GLOCK IN NITRO'S PANTS!

His eyes rolled behind his skull as Apollo fell backwards- looking close to being out-cold. Chase placed Apollo's foot in the already dented chair and moved towards the turnbuckle- getting up onto the second one.

Daniels: No.. NO! SON OF A BITCH, DON'T DO IT!

Nitro: THE NIGHTCH THINKS HE CAN'T HEAR YOU SAMMY DANIELS!

Young leaped off of the ropes and came down across the bottom section of the chair- folding it- almost snapping Apollo's ankle in half. The Titan let out a thunderous roar as he grabbed at his foot- literally ripping the chair in half to get to it. Young and Smith got out of there, knowing they had accomplised almost an impossible task- they toppled the titan. As Apollo continued to hold his ankle in pain, now being decorated with the crimson mask- Chase Young- Adam and Christine Smith moved up the entrance way to a chorus of boo's- looking on at their work, happy.

Uncle Death Dealer

Standing by a television set- watching what was going on- we see Chase Heroin, a bandage on his head from whatever happened to the crazy guy and Death Dealer. Chase looked pumped as usual.. DD on the other hand? He looked relaxed as he took a drag of his cigarrette and swig from his beer. Chase looked towards his uncle and pointed.

Chase: Did you see what those f[censored]s did to that giant motherf[censored]r?! They probably broke that f[censored]s ankle in half! What a bunch of f[censored]g p[censored]s!

Death Dealer: Don't sweat it, Chase. Monkey wrench or not, I'm kickin' Adam Smith's ass to Hell and back. He thinks because he's gonna form an alliance with some little punk that he's safe? Well, like I said- If you wanna get your head split open like a god damn melon, stand in line, but bring your own lunch.

Chase: You're gonna f[censored]g destroy his ass tonight. F[censored]K ADAM SMITH!

Taking another drag from his cigarrette- Dealer blew the smoke and smiled.

Death Dealer: Someone's gonna get hurt tonight.

Jumping forward- DD grabbed his kendo stick and slammed the edge against the black crate he was sitting on.

Death Dealer: And it sure as hell ain't gonna be me. I'm tired of waiting for this- I'm gonna start it..

Dealer moved forward and took another swig from his bottle before looking around the corner. Laughs were heard on the horizon as Chase stepped back and watched DD continue to smile. Adam Smith's voice was heard as once he stepped past the corridor- DD swung his bottle and struck Christine Smith across the face with it-

Daniels: WHOA!

Christine crumbled like an old building as before Adam could do anything- DD slammed the cigarrette with a burning hot cherry into Adam's forehead and went crazy with the Kendo Stick- managing to catch Smith across the face a few times, but most of the damage was over Adam's chest.

Death Dealer: NOW!

With one HARD swing- DD floored Adam, nearly snapping the Kendo Stick in half as from Christine came a flow of blood that was probably ten times worst than Apollo's cut.

Adam "The Jackal" Smith w/ Christine vs. Death Dealer

To put it lightly- the match was over before it even begun. By DD taking Christine out of the fold with that kendo stick shot to the face and unloading on Adam- that left Chase Young practically alone to be slaughtered. Plus Apollo was dragging his probably broken foot towards them- Chase Young took off as Frank Mason stepped up- DD made the cover and got the quick win as DD smiled down at the destruction he had created.

.. Inevitable

DD kneeled down and grabbed Christine by her hair- what was considered taboo by many promotions in North America wasn't off limits to Underground as DD showed the cut above Christine's nose- right where the bridge was and it was pretty deep. Blood squired out as she looked woosy- this as DD looked towards Chase.

Death Dealer: This is how you get the job done, son. If you want to make an impact, then you make an impact. I don't care if she's a woman or not, when you're the enemy all is far in love and war. Letting her head fall- DD pushed himself up and stood over Adam Smith.

Death Dealer: Let this be a lesson to you, if you toy with my family- I'll destroy yours.

With that said? DD walked off.. Like nothing. As much of a prick Chase Heroin was- this was crazy, he didn't expect DD to break a beer bottle over Christine's face- and walk off like that. Shrugging- Chase smiled and headed off- watching as EMT's rushed towards the fallen couple as the scene faded to a word from sponsors.

**COMMERICAL BREAK**

Final Words.. The Final Say

First we open up on a shot of Phoenix Winterborn- he spots his Vets Inc. shirt and looks confident as usual. Standing in front of a VI backdrop- not V-1- V I for you blind fools and Matt Hardy Marks out there, Winterborn smiled.

Winterborn: In just a few minutes- Vets Inc. takes another important jump forward as I take down The Bull Shark and show the PWT Megaverse that's he's just as human as anybody else is. See, this match- it's got no Sharpe- there's no crooked reffing. There's just gonna be me- him and the people.

Winterborn shrugged as the camera pulled backwards showing Christian Michaels, on crutches, Whysper and Drew Stevenson all sporting Vets Inc. shirts as well.

Winterborn: .. Oh, and these guys in case we wanna turn our one on one match into a party.

A nod- and then a wink.

Winterborn: See you in a few, sunshine.

Vets Inc. walked off as the scene flickered- cut to a grungy look and opened up on Natural Selection. Jake had the PWT Championship over his right shoulder as he looked around at his peers.

Jacob: Tonight- Under absolutely NO circumstances do I want ANY of you out there. I never relied on help in the past, I don't need it now. Stay back here- enjoy the night off- except Bain, you've gotta rip Matt Ward in half tonight. The rest of you, if you're looking forward to a slaughter- tune in- Winterborn is gonna be smashed into oblivion.

Othniel: YEAH!

Jake smirked- as he and Cross shook hands.

Cross: I've got your back bro, you know that. If any of them Reject Inc dumbasses try anything, it's over.

Jacob: They won't. They're too far trying to 'restore' a good balance to PWT.

Bain: They remind of Jedi- minus Mace Windu. A bunch of happy-go-lucky fairies.

Jacob: In that case? Consider me Darth Vader- I WILL bring end to the Jedi Council-

Bain: I call dibs on Darth Maul.

Cain: .. Didn't Obi-Wan kill him?

Cross: Yeah, Bain you're gonna get killed by a teenager!

Con: I GET LANDO! DUDE WAS BADASS!

Othniel: I am NOT Jar Jar Binks.

Cross: Yes you are, you broken arm having son of a gun!

Jacob: Watch as The Chosen One- fulfills his destiny.

Smirking- Jake shook hands with Bain and Con- then Ryan as he made his way out of the locker-room- as he exited, in stepped the mysterious masked man for Natural Selection as Cross looked at Cain- then to Bain and Con and nodded. The Masked Man moved forward and rubbed the top of his head- obviously having a voice transmitter in the mask.

Masked Man: Monopoly, anyone?

Othniel = Face-Palm- Fade out.

Jacob Mitchell vs. Phoenix Winterborn

This match started off quick- and never slowed down. Jake was showing his extensive arsenal of weapons- from his Muay Thai like strikes- to his Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu and Greco Roman wrestling. People failed to recognize the fact that Jake was a MMA enthusiast as well he a motorcycle enthusiast. When he had a passion, he induldged himself in it- which was no secret onto why he was such an all around athlete. At times- Winterborn never seen the knees from the clinch coming- following by a double leg takedown and a armbar or kimura attempt- only to be broken up by the ropes. Winterborn though- he didn't take Jake for granted. He knew Jake was going to attempt to ground him- so Winterborn attempted to get the job done first, Jake was an animal from his back though. The match eventually moved back to a typical Pro Wrestling match when Winterborn's momentum carried him into the chance to change it up. PW attempted to keep Jake at a good distance where Jake couldn't pull anything out of his hat- and it seemed to work to a tee- but giving Jake too much space was a bad thing as he'd find a point of attack. As the crowd was hot for Winterborn- of course boo'd Jake like there was no tomorrow- Winterborn was beginning to get the best of The Prodigal Son, creating frustration- which everyone knows leads to mistakes. After a few blocked shot attempts- Winterborn moved in and looked for the Firestorm- but was unsuccessful and thrown towards the ropes- on the comeback- Jake looked for the Insurrection- that too failed. After another series of near fall attempts- Winterborn had moved Jake into position for the Light of Apocalypse- but as Winterborn got mid-air with Jake- The Infamous somehow turned it into a Prodigal Drop- and put Winterborn down- managing to get the three count.

The Aftershock

Daniels: JAKE REVERSED THE LIGHT OF THE APOCALYPSE INTO THE PRODIGAL DROP?! SICK!

Flooding the ring was Vets Inc, but before they could get to Jake, he rolled outside and snatched the PWT Championship. As they stood over Winterborn who slowly got up- barely, but slowly, Jake pointed off at CM and laughed like a elementary kid did when someone showed up with a funny haircut or something. Behind Jake- joining him through the Underground entrance way was Natural Selection as the two opposing sides stared each other down.

Daniels: NATURAL SELECTION AND VETS INC?! IT'S GONNA EXPLODE LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! BUT WE'RE OUT OF TIME FOR THE UNDERGROUND PORTION OF THE SHOW! THIS IS SAMMY DANIELS AND FOR MY COMMENTARY PARTNER JERRY NITRO AND DECAINE- WE'RE SWITCHING OVER TO BOB FECCA AND EDDIE STYLES- GOOD NIGHT!

The two sides continued to stare each other down- as the Underground Logo flashed.. the scene faded out.

**END OF UNDERGROUND PORTION OF SUPERSHOW**

SHOCKWAVE!

With NS still on the top of the ramp and Vets Inc. inside the ring- the crowd slammed with cheers as from the crowd stepped Matlock. Rolling into the ring- Matlock pushed himself up as he snatched a microphone away from a stagehand that was looking to hand it to him. Looking around the arena as the crowd went crazy- Matlock raised the mic to his lips and smirked- or something that looked like it.

Matlock: Since we're all one big happy dysfunctional family- Jake why don't you send your Prospect down to the ring now and we can get this party started?

The crowd popped again- as Matlock nodded.

Matlock: And to make things interesting- how about we make this a lumberjack match?!

Fecca: I LIKE THE SOUND OF THAT!

Vets Inc was rallying the crowd in the ring as Jake and Cross exchanged glances- before them and the rest of NS as they headed towards the ring to the crowd's approval. Stepping from behind the curtain was Tony Rich and he trailed the pack as they circled the ring- Vets Inc made their way to the outside as Rich rolled into the ring- Matlock quickly pounced him as a ref sprinted down the entrance way and down into the ring.

Tony Rich vs. Matlock

As mentioned- the match was quick from the start. Matlock took the fight to Rich- showing Rich who exactly was the vet compared to the 'new kid on the block.' Matlock seemed to be on a complete roll- a few times Matlock threw Rich out to the wolves to let Rich catch a beating from Vets Inc- NS didn't budge though, they let their prospect catch cracks. Being rolled back into the ring- Matlock went back on the assault- Rich then found a quick way to change the tide with a quick reversal and slammed Matlock down on his head. Matlock's head slammed against the mat with a head scissors takedown- as Rich quickly pushed the pace and turned the match into his favor now. As he moved quicker than a fox- Matlock seemed to be lost on how to deal with Rich's mad speed- but one mistake changed that all. From inside the ring- Winterborn tripped Rich as Rich stumbled forward from there he got slammed on his head with a hard German Suplex and that did the trick. The crowd were rallying in Matlock's favor- that was as NS finally broke apart- Con and Bain went one way- Cross and Cain the other as they closed in on Vets Inc. Sprinting in- the two opposing side went to war as Jake slid into the ring. Matlock ducked beneath Jake attempting to use the PWT Championship as a weapon and dropped Jake on his head with a German Suplex. As he got up- he turned and stepped into Rich who clocked Matlock with the title as Jake rolled out of the ring- the ref was distracted with the action going on outside. Throwing the PWT Title over the top rope, Rich fell upon Matlock as the ref and counted 3, giving Rich the win.

War Continues / Bain and Ward

Styles: THEY'RE STILL GOING AT IT! NOBODY IS SLOWING DOWN! LOOK AT CM! CM!

Using the crutch to crack Bain across the back- Marcus rolled into the ring as Matlock rolled outside the ring and went to war with Jake. Rich had joined the battle attempting to give NS the edge against VI that was as from the back sprinted Matt Ward. The crowd went crazy as when Ward pushed himself up- he went to grab Marcus Bain as the bell sounded- Looking for Death Valley Drop like manuever-

Fecca: I THINK THIS MATCH IS STARTING! WHAT THE HELL!

Bain managed to push himself off of Ward's shoulder and landed on his feet. Launching at Bain- Ward looked for a wicked lariat as Bain ducked beneath it and when Ward turned around- Bain knocked his block off with a Contract Killer.

Styles: OUCH!

Bain looked around and saw the ref- dropping on Ward- the ref dropped and made the count- giving Marcus Bain the win.

Fecca: THIS IS COMPLETE MADNESS, WE HAVEN'T EVEN OFFICIALLY KICKED THE SHOW OFF NEITHER!

Styles: CRASH TV! CRASH TV!

As the two opposing sides continued the fight outside the ring- two matches had ended that quick- wow.



**COMMERICAL BREAK**

.. It Continues

Storming through the backstage area- Natural Selection despite being victorious didn't look too happy.. Shoving past camera crews and backstage officials- we see Jacob Mitchell kick in the door of Natural Selection's locker-room and whip the PWT Championship into the wall. Hitting it with a heavy >THUD< Jake turned and when Tony Rich stepped into the doorway- he got cleaned with a right hand. Knocking Tony Rich down- the rest of NS filed in- Cross popped his head out of the door and looked around before closing the door and turning to watch the rampage.

Jacob: ARE YOU THAT STUPID?!

Before Rich could say anything- Jake planted the sole of his boot on the side of Rich's head- not hard enough to do damage just as a way to shut him up. Staring down at Rich- Jake continued.

Jacob: You sacrificed your leader for a quick win?! You sacrificed The Chosen One- Are you really THAT ignorant?!

Knowing he had to get up- Rich pushed himself to stand up and held his head in pain.

Tony: I thought you said get the win- Winning is the most important thing there is!

Jacob: NOT ABOVE SACRIFCING ME! MATLOCK COULDA BROKE MY NECK! You're already on thin ice- you're about a second away from getting stripped of your patch and thrown to the side Rich, I think I made a big mistake taking you in instead of letting you fail like the rest of PWT.

Shaking his head as he moved forward- the lights in the arena locker-room suddenly begun to flicker. Nobody was near the wall where the light switch was- it happened for a few seconds as it came back to regular- Natural Selection was looking around and saw that carved into the locker-room was the letter "N" and then suddenly it shot to fire. Jake's eyes burned on the carved notice as the scene cut to the back- off of NS.

A Golden Oppurtunity

Every week the arena has a designated area for Jonathan Brooks- his office per say. This week? Nothing. Roster members from PWT looked kind of lost to what to do- nobody knew where to go to air out problems. Shuffling through the back we see a few movers carrying heavy looking materials- and turning the corner was a suited individual- but the camera didn't stick around long enough to catch a glimpse of the person's face. Turning to the left- we see Tani Lyons walking arm and arm with Scott Addams0 moving towards the water-cooler. Stopping- Scott grabbed a cup as Tani rested her back against the wall.

Scott: Don't worry babe, you'll do good tonight. You're gonna win this match and get your rematch for YOUR title. It's just a matter of time before you get it back- don't sweat it.

Tani: Mikah and Taryn are best friends, I've got the feeling she's gonna get involved and cost me te match..

Scott: In that case, do you think Ginny will let it slide? She has everything to gain in this match too, a win over either the former Femme Fatal Champion or Taryn Black would be huge to boost her up the rankings. So look at it as a even match and if Mikah decides to get involved? Ginny will stop it, she doesn't want to lose neither.

Tani: That's a good point.

Scott: Go out there and show them why you're the best Femme Fatal on the roste-

Before Scott could finish- moving past the corridor walking with her husband was Taryn Black- her husband, Joell Giovanni was signed not too long ago. Taryn arched a brow at Scott's words as Joell looked on.

Taryn: Are.. You.. SERIOUS?! The 'best?!' You're far from the best, you're not even in the runnings for it.

Tani: Says who.. You?!

Taryn: Of course me. Who were you expecting? The Virgin Mary? I've been wrestling since your boytoy was attempting to connect his beard and sideburns, I know what I'm talking about. Word of advice- take your little ass to the ring and prove how good you are. I'm tired of all the talk here, that's all people seem to be. As far as I'm concerned, the way you're decided as the 'best' is whoever the champion in is usually the best- so Mikah?

Looking around the room- acting as if she was in deep thought.

Taryn: Sources say Mikah 'greater sign' than you. Peace out, bitch.

Winking, Taryn walked in the opposite direction as Scott and Joel had a little staredown before Ginny strolled past them two- she didn't pay none of them any mind as she continued with a smile.

Ginny: So blind.. So blind.

Shaking her head lightly Ginny continued forward still until the scene cut out to the front of the arena.

Taryn Black vs. Tani Lyons vs. Ginny Ginocide

It's hardly these days that women matches are watchable but this one was different. Three completely different elements made this match an awesome one. Taryn was making her debut within PWT- a nice little shove in the right direction as she was getting to show what she was about the former Femme Fatal Champion and a guaranteed contender down the line in Ginny Ginocide. Taryn and Tani was the most aggressive towards each other- the words that was thrown out during the week definitely was coming into play as Ginny was bidding her time- she wasn't going to jump head first into the fight as she was going to let them take each other to war as she'd jump in and go at it. Taryn managed to get the upper-hand on Tani- a nice little back-kick and bulldog combo paid off as she attempted to get up- Ginny jumped Tani. Stomping at her fallen body- Taryn watched as Ginny attempted to get involved and then jumped in as well! Both sides, Taryn AND Ginny was stomping at Tani, the crowd boo'd despite how hot this was but Taryn pulled through and turned the fight on Ginny and nearly knocked her head off with a clothesline. Now having both competitors down, Taryn smiled and went back to picking at Ginny- Tani regained strength and then took Taryn down. The momentum shifted back and forth a few times- Ginny gained it at a time- it moved back to Taryn, Tani had her spot in the light- but a crazy little mixture of moves put an end to things. Ginny went for a lariat- but Tani ducked beneath it and Ginny drilled Jim Richards with it. Despite not being heavy- Ginny had enough power to at least STAGGER Richards and send him into the ropes- trynna shake off the cob-webs. After being clotheslined over the top rope by Tani- Taryn was thrown an object from the crowd from a slender female in the front row. Rolling into the ring- Taryn LEVELED Ginny with a pipe- and when Tani turned she too was SMACKED upside the head. Kicking the pipe out of the ring- the crowd was going crazy with cheers as Taryn fell on Tani and made the cover- Richards turned and counted the 3.

SCANDAL!

Fecca: TARYN JUST STOLE A WIN HERE! THAT DAMN STEEL PIPE CAME INTO EFFECT!

Styles: I WANNA HIT ONE OF THEM WITH MY PIPE!

Taryn looked around the arena and smiled at the boo's- that was as security flocked towards the woman who threw the pipe into the ring- towards Taryn.

Fecca: What was with that?! A fan assisting Taryn Black there, this isn't the ECW!

The woman pulled the hood off of her head and let her long blonde curls flow down her shoulders- as the fans boo'd.

Fecca: THAT DAMN MIKAH! I CAN'T BELIEVE HER!

Styles: Why?! They're best friends! I EXPECTED this!

Mikah shoved the security aside as she jumped over the barricade- fans wanted a 'wardrobe malfunction' when she landed but got nothing of it. Sliding into the ring- Taryn and Mikah exchanged hugs as she ripped a microphone away from Sabrina's hands.

Mikah: Not so tough, now are you?

Boos continued to flood the arena.

Mikah: We tried to tell you- BOTH of you that you're really not that good but this just proved it. I hope you enjoyed the feeling of lead smacking against your head because I know I enjoyed the sound of it. You two aren't worthy of facing me for MY Natural Selection Femme Fatal Championship!

Handing the mic to Taryn as Tani rolled out of the ring, hurting from that shot from Taryn as Ginny remained still.

Taryn: I don't believe in going all 'Tani Lyons' on people and dragging on my speak- so I got three words for each of you bitches- and three words for the rest of the people in the PWT Megaverse that doubted what we say. We're the best this company has ever seen- nobody has got NOTHING on us. We're the alpha- the omega- don't be sorry- because well.. WE TOLD YOU SO.

As Taryn's theme blasted over the PA System- Mikah and her enjoyed another hug, for two woman that was as devious as they were, for them to be so sincere towards each other, that was scary. As they headed out of the ring and headed up the entrance way. Before they disappeared behind the opening- they both threw their arms into the air, gaining a pretty good amount of boo's as they played to it before the scene flickered a few times before cutting out.

**COMMERICAL BREAK**

All Comes Crashing Down

Holding an ice-pack against her head- we reopen on the sight of Tani Lyons and she had a MAJOR scowl on her face. Scott was hesitant to move towards her- but he did anyway knowing if anybody could cheer her up or lighten her mood- it was him. Stepping up, Scott sighed and put his hand on Tani's shoulder.

Scott: Those two.. Unbelievable..

Tani: You know Scott, I've put up with Mikah's nonsense for long enough already! Every week it's the same old stuff, same old B.S. I'm so tired of dealing with her- now, I've gotta deal with her best friend Taryn Black!?

Scott: We've got this babe.

Tani: How, Scott?! Obviously Natural Selection is kicking PWT's ass! They've got how much titles already!? You think they're going to stop there? They're gonna come after your title- then Burden's- then Whysper's.. They won't stop Scott! You seen it first hand in the cage- they're ruthless and it's time we take the same damn approach already!

Scott: So what are you saying?

Tani: I'm saying that at Meltdown- I'm gonna cash my title shot in and this time- the mocking of my name is gonna come into effect. They want a Lion?! They're gonna get a damn lion! We need to step it up or we're gonna get squashed! So don't take this the wrong way, but you need to make an example out of Drew tonight. I know that you've got good and bad history, but show them- Scott, make them see that we're in this to win it and we're not gonna be pushed aside.

Sighing, Tani moved forward- leaving Scott to stand and watch her leave. She wasn't mad at him- she was just irritated with the situation which was completely understandable. He knew what he had to do tonight- but it was easier said than done. Drew Stevenson was a master at his art of wrestling- something Scott knew all too well.

Christian Michaels Speaks!

Back in the arena- 'Kryptonite' by 3 Doors Down makes its rounds over the PA System as the fans broke into a roar. Despite being seen a bit earlier- CM still garnered a monsterous pop from the arena as when he stepped onto the top of the entrance way- he threw up an arm as he was joined down the ring by other Vets Inc. members. CM limped his way down to the ring, using the crutch to keep the pressure off of his injured knee.

Fecca: Well, we get to find out the extent of Christian Michaels' injury- and by the look of things, it doesn't look too good for neither CM or PWT with the crutches and the way he's walking..

Styles: They really did a number on CM last week, I can't believe they've managed to take down CM!

Fecca: That just goes to show you how ruthless- as Tani said, they are. They don't care who they hurt, as long as they take somebody down that stands for justice for PWT- that's what they pride themselves on.

Styles: They're sick and it makes me sick that they're still around.

Finally reaching the ring- CM expected no help to get into the ring as Winterborn- Drew and Whysper followed suit. As CM pushed himself up- he threw his arm into the air again as Sabrina handed him a mic, causing him to smile and thank her. The music cut off of the PA System as the fans was behind CM and VI, as chants of "PLEASE HEAL QUICK" was aimed towards CM and another chant broke open of "TAKE THEM OUT" to VI, of course aimed towards Natural Selection. CM looked around the arena and sighed before speaking.

CM: Ya know, there'd be nothing more I'd like to do then to make yawl's wish come true. It me a while to see how much of a threat they were, but I had to deal with that scumbag MJ Storm first- now that he's out of the way that opens the door for me to take Jake and his friends out of business..

The crowd popped as CM's words trailed-

CM: .. When I get back. See, I've been to the doc and he told me some news yawl aren't really goin' 'preciate. He told me that more than likely, I'd be out for a while. He said the pro-

"Stop.. Stop.. Stop the madness Christian- I'm tired of the River PWT has created with the tears your roster has dropped since we've been here."

The voice was of course identified as The Prodigal Son's as he was alone- no NS anywhere near him. Staring down at the ramp- CM shook his head, he looked like he wanted to go to war with Jake then and there but his injury prevented it.

Fecca: DAMMIT! HE'S INTERRUPTING US AGAIN!

Jacob: Nobody cares Christian- These people, they've given up on PWT. They know PWT is too weak to survive, that PWT NEEDS Natural Selection to thrive. You can't save it, CM. You can be Superman all you want, 'cause in reality all I need to do to stop you is rip your comic-book in half. As much as people want to admit to admit the truthfulness of the matter- SUPERHEROES DON'T EXIST!

His words boomed through the arena as Jake smirked.

Jacob: I proved Winterborn isn't a hero earlier- I proved Christian Michaels is DEFINITELY not a hero- Drew Stevenson neither. Who's left?! Whysper?! I'd take his ass outta comission too if granted the chance!

Laughing at Whysper from the ramp, Jake adjusted the PWT Championship on his shoulder as CM nodded his head.

CM: See fool, you have the tendicy of always getting head over heels in stuff. You didn't let me finish what I had to say because it has everything to do with you and your friends. While I may be out- this is the truth, you did a number on Brooks and he ain't expected back for a while neither. So.. Brooks and I had a talk and guess what Jake?

Shrugging- Jake smiled, he felt on top of the world looking down at what he did to CM last week.

CM: .. Say hello to your boss until he gets back.

Fecca: OH MY! CM!?

Jake's eyes went wide as he shook his head- shouting down at CM from the entrance way.

CM: Oh yeah Jake- I'm filling in for Brooks since I have the most seniority in this place. And you know what my first act of power is!? It's to give you a taste of your own medicine- Just like you did to PWT last week- Every Natural Selection member that has had a match or isn't doesn't have a match needs to leave the arena- NOW.

The crowd BLASTED again as Jake pointed down at the ramp- still threatening CM, telling CM he was going to eat his children and fight with his pet dog or something.

CM: And then secondly- Next week? All of yawl? Take the night off- because for the first time in a long time- We're gonna have a strictly PWT Shockwave- NO NATURAL SELECTION INVOLVED!

Styles: OH YEAH! I LIKE THE SOUND OF THAT!

Fecca: WHAT A BOMBSHELL BY CM!

Throwing the PWT Championship down on the ground and stomping on it- CM and Vets Inc. mocked Jake's actions earlier and laughed at what went down as he picked up the PWT Title and dragged it behind him.

Jacob: THIS ISN'T OVER MICHAELS! YOU THINK YOU'VE OU-

His mic was cut off as CM nodded.

CM: Oh, and your speaking privledges have been revoked too.

Jake whipped the microphone into the stands as he stomped off to the back, CM smiled and shrugged.

CM: I'm the boss- Heh, I like the sound of that. No Natural Selection besides Ryan Cain tonight- and absolutely NO Natural Selection next week? I like that even better! Good night folks!

Handing the microphone back to Sabrina, "Kryponite" regained ground over the PA System as Vets Inc. left the front of the arena- to a chorus of cheers and chants as finally.. FINALLY- Natural Selection had been outsmarted and be put in it's place by PWT- More so, the Heart of PWT in Christian Michaels.

Nah- Nah- Nah- Nah.. GOODBYE!

Backstage we see Jake- slamming stuff into his duffel-bag as NS did the same.

Cross: GOD DAMN HILLBILLY!

Bain: I CAN'T STAND TENNESSEE, HOME OF THE VOLUNTEERS!? WHAT THE HELL IS A VOLUNTEER?!

Con chucked his bag across the room- into the door as he slammed his hand into a hole in the wall.

Con: THEY CAN'T DO THIS TO US!

Mikah: .. Am I included in this?

She looked towards the different members of NS before Cross nodded.

Mikah: UGH!

Tony Rich who was sent out for something walked back in as he saw everyone packing their bags- or Con throwing stuff around the room. A bag nearly hit him in the head as he used his quickness to duck beneath the possible concussion based bag thrown his way. Standing up- Jake shoved past Rich- as did Bain and Con. Cross and Cain were left in there with Rich and Mikah as Mikah left too.

Cross: It's not like you need our help with Lyle anyway.

Ryan: Lyle.. Who?

The two shared a laugh- as Cross sighed, shook hands with Ryan and left. Rich looked over at Natural Selection filing out of the room- Mikah was the last to leave the two as Rich looked on.

Rich: What's the deal?

Ryan: We've been kicked out- Or well *you've* been kicked out. If you've had a match or don't have one Brooks made Michaels de facto leader- blah blah- we've gotta deal with him now. So I suggest you pack out.

Cain didn't really bother with Rich- that was the most he's said to the guy since they've been working with each other within NS. Rich sighed and grabbed his stuff- already packed and left the room too.. Ryan looked around the locker-room- noticing his empty it was and nodded before turning his attention back down at the ground- the sole remaining member of Natural Selection- he wasn't going to let them down tonight against Lyle- No way.

**COMMERICAL BREAK**

Drew Stevenson vs. Scott Addams

Coming fresh off of the commerical break, these two were already going at it. Seeing as they both were extra familiar with one another- this being the fourth contest against one another in their history. Nevertheless, exactly as expected Drew attempted to take the fight to Scott on the ground. Scott knew Drew's strategy and went to war, taking the fight to Drew with a ground attack of their own. It lasted for a little bit- Drew finally figured a way to slow it down. Regaining control- Drew tried to break Scott down with hard shots and pin-pointed grapples that attacked specific limbs, exactly what Drew was solid at. As things slowed down- Scott's resilience came into effect as with a second wind he popped up and retook the fight to Drew Stevenson. Scott took a different approach now- relaying on speed and agility to beat Drew to the punch- shot for shot Scott took until he finally grounded Drew with a stiff dropkick. As the fight continued- Drew managed to reverse Scott's "Addams Effect" into some crazy Jiu-Jitsu choke that Scott grabbed the ropes over before Drew couid lock it in and do some serious damage. The momentum was in Drew's favor for the most of the match- but Scott did some crazy stuff that got the fans going- but everything came to end on a sour note. Whipping Drew off into the ropes- Drew ducked beneath Scott and grabbed his arm- using his momentum for a good cause. As he whipped Scott into the ropes- Scott put the brakes on and quickly leaped up- nailing a dropkick- NOT on Drew. Scott's feet slammed off of the ref's jaw- as the ref called for the bell.

DUBYA TEE EFF?!

The bell sounded as both men came to a stop. Looking around- Scott and Drew shrugged at each other as Frank Mason grabbed hold of a mic- he held his jaw as it was probably adjusted a few inches to the left.

Mason: Look- We're not taking any sides- we're not like Sharpe. Me and Richards came to the agreement that we're gonna be tough on people to show that we're not choosing sides. We're gonna start enforcing rules- so Scott- you hit me- regardless of an accident or not. And for that I had to disqualify you, I'm sorry- but it had to be done.

The crowd boo'd like crazy as Mason dropped the mic and held his hands in the air, proclaiming his innocence. Addams held his head and begun shouting at Mason- not as Drew grabbed the mic and got his attention.

Drew: SCOTT! This isn't over yet brother. See, I wasn't joking when I said the TITANium Championship is mine- and this was the first step into taking it back. I beat you- I got a win over you. What is it that you like to tell Jake to irritate him..?

Drew looked around the arena before centering his attention back on Scott.

Drew: .. A win is a win?

Winking, Drew let the mic gp and rolled out of the ring. Scott was fuming as he was handed the TITANium Title. He held it in the air- as the scene cut from ringside to the back where Ken Mitchell was seen standing by with Zarek Lyle.

THA INTERVIEW!

Ken: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm standing by with Ryan Cain's opponent in the main-event- Zarek Lyle. Zarek, coming off of last week's lost to Damien Collins due to Jake's blatant interference- how are you going to go into this match against Ryan Cain who many say knows who you are due to 'being in your shoes' for majority of your career?

Zarek: I've heard Cain say that during the week, I enjoy it though. See, unlike Jake- I don't hide behind people or I don't use them to get what I want. I put in work and that title shot last week? It may be lost but it's not gonna be the only time you see Zarek Lyle competing for that championship. It's a little pothole in my career- nothing more.

Ken: So you're gonna envision Jake when you're in the ring?

Zarek: Of course not. I'd be stupid to overlook Ryan Cain- despite being a turncoat, he's highly talented and shouldn't ever be looked over. When I get into that ring tonight- I'm going to be seeing Ryan Cain and that's there is to it. We're gonna go out there- two similar talents, men with the same thing in mind and we're gonna see who wants to win.

Ken: Thank you Zarek, good luck.

With a nod- Lyle wallked off as Ken smiled- knowing this was gonna be a good one.

Ryan Cain vs. Zarek Lyle

Surely enough this main-event was everything it was expected to be and more! Quick paced, adrenaline filled action, these two were going shot for shot and nobody had any intent on slowing down. Ryan definitely seemed to know Lyle well as with every high risk attempt- Cain knocked him off before he could land anything. Ryan was new- or well, it was a new Ryan Cain as he was showboating more- playing more to the hostile PWT fans that boo'd him due to his alligance with Natural Selection. Though- Cain made the mistake one too many times as Lyle managed to turn the tide on Ryan- slowing him down with a quick dropkick and a nice little grapple combo. Zarek hit the top rope and went for a huge elbow-drop that connected! Almost getting a close pin- Cain's shoulder seemed to have popped up moreso because of instinct than consciousness. On the come up- Zarek whipped Ryan into the ropes and went for another dropkick- but MISSED IT! As he did so- once he landed- out of completely no where Ryan's foot snapped up and nearly broke the ref's jaw as the bell was sounded- Ryan Zero Kicking the ref earned him the DQ. Rolling out of the ring- Cain had a smirk on his face as he moved up the entrance ramp.

Rebel WITH a Cause

Fecca: WHAT THE HELL! RYAN NEARLY BROKE JIM RICHARDS JAW!

Styles: THAT DIRTY TEXAN CHEATER!

Sabrina: The winner of the match due to disqualification.. ZAREK LYLE!

Lyle picked himself up and looked over at Cain who simply shrugged and smiled- he didn't care.. He made his point. This Ryan Cain wasn't going to be ordered to do ANYTHING by PWT- Ryan Cain would do what Ryan Cain wanted to do.

Fecca: THAT'S OK, BECAUSE NEXT WEEK THERE IS NO NATURAL SELECTION! SO ENJOY IT CAIN- NEXT WEEK WE DON'T HAVE TO SEE YOUR SMUG FACES!

Styles: GOOD! GET HIM OUT OF HERE!

Fecca: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN THIS IS BOB FECCA AND EDDIE STYLES SIGNING OFF! NEXT WEEK- WE GO BACK TO OUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED TIME SLOT- SAME CHANNEL, GOOD NIGHT!

As Cain held his arms in the air- he hopped the barricade and made his way through the fans as the camera cut back to Zarek Lyle who was checking on the ref- as the scene closed out- and faded to black.