[ Brian chases after Lori and the image cuts to an empty court room with a booming voice cutting over a fading in "Victim" by Eighteen Visions

[ The song kicks it up a notch and we go to a live shot inside the sold out Assembly Hall in the heart of Champagne Illinois. The sky cam swoops in over the audience with the pyro exploding in succession down the ramp way and from each of the four corners on the ring.

Fecca: "Welcome to Criminal Intent!!!! I'm Bob Fecca and as always I'm joined by the South Beach Fashionista Eddie Styles"

Eddie: "I could be wearing a box and be dressed better then these bug eyed buffoons. They think Armani is what Uncle Sam is asking them to join on the posters"

Fecca: "Stop that!! We got a great show for you tonight folks, but right now please join us in having a moment of silence for Nikki Black. A life lost will not be forgotten"

[ PWT gives another Ten Bell Salute with the Big Screen lighting up with some rare archive footage of Nikki doing an interview years ago.

Interviewer: "What is your goal in wrestling Miss Black?"

[ There are more then a few wet eyes in the crowd when the live shot returns

Fecca: "Lets go up to our opening match of the evening"

Styles: "What a way to begin a show...The Caine Clan in action"

Fecca: "Gives me heartburn just thinking about it."

[ Before the match actually gets started we head into a video that recaps the happenings between Shadow and Javen.

Fecca: Our opening contest of the night is the long awaited face off between Shadow and Javen. Javen has been making Shadow’s life a misery for weeks now and Shadow promises retribution.

Styles: I hate to burst your bubble Fecca, but I think the only retribution happening tonight will be Shadow paying for all that talking he did by Javen laying him out.

Fecca: …let’s just head down to ringside for the start of the match.

Sabrina: The following match is scheduled for one fall.

[ "Fist of Rage" by Kid Rock blasts over the speakers as the tron video kicks on for Javen. The fans come alive booing the hell outta CM's lil brother! Finally ole Javen arrives on the scene at the top of the ramp. This sends the fans into an even greater frenzy and he heads down toward the ring. On his way Javen advoids the outstretched hands of the fans before sliding into the ring. He runs up to the middle turnbuckle in a corner an taunts the crowd. Javen then hops down an hops from one foot to the other awaiting his opponent.

Sabrina: In the ring now, from the Sulphur Springs Sanitarium by way of Jackson, Tennessee......JAAAAAAAVEN!!!!

[ As the fans hear the orchestral opening to "Rebirthing" by Skillet, they fall silent as they know what is coming. As the guitars hit, the fans erupt as they see the blue smokescreen over the curtain.

Sabrina: And his opponent, he was born from the darkness within man’s heart, he is SHAAAADOW!!!

[ Shadow soon walks out onto the stage and he bangs his head once to flip his hair back. As he walks up the ramp, he smiles and slaps hands with the fans. As he reaches ringside, he removes the chains from his pants and hands them to a couple of his fans. After the fanfare is over with, Shadow hops up onto the apron. He then uses the top rope to slingshot himself and flips over the ropes. Shadow then climbs up to the middle turnbuckle. The expression on his face is pure emotion and love for the people as he raises his hands into the air and takes in the support he is recieving from the fans. As he does this, blue pyro shoots three times out of the four ring posts. Shadow then jumps down to the mat and hops around with energy as he waits for the match to begin. After his music cuts, Shadow and Javen approach one another and get right up face to face. Shadow and Javen are each staring a hole into the eyes of the other.

Fecca: This one is a lot more than a friendly competition Eddie. Shadow and Javen each have a score to settle. Shadow wants to punish Javen for everything he did to him and Javen wants to make an example out of Shadow. Javen has openly said that he will not hesitate to call help from the back if Shadow gets the upper hand. You can bet that Javen wants to use Shadow as an example of The Caine Clan’s supremacy.

Styles: I don’t say this much Fecca but I completely agree with you. Javen and the rest of The Clan already know they reign supreme. Now, they want to prove that to the rest of the world.

[ The opening bell rings and the two men do not move from their positions. Eventually, Shadow does back up and get ready for Javen to strike. The two men circle the ring while facing one another. This continues for a minute or so.

Fecca: There is bad blood here and each competitor wants to outdo the other. They are being careful not to strike too soon and be caught off guard.

Styles: Shadow couldn’t catch Javen off guard. Javen is too smart for that.

[ Eventually Javen lunges toward Shadow and the two men meet in the middle of the ring with a tieup. Javen twists Shadow’s arm around but Shadow front springs out of it and sweeps Javen’s legs. Javen is quickly back to his feet and he bounces back off of the ropes. He flies at Shadow and takes him off of his feet with a lariat. Shadow is quickly to his feet as well and he kicks Javen in the mid section. Shadow grabs Javen’s head looking for the early finisher but Javen drops down to the mat with a Jeff Hardy jawbreaker and Shadow falls to his back.

Fecca: You are looking at possibly the two most agile men in PWT. This match will most definitely be fast-paced as that is how these men like it.

Styles: They had better be careful not to make it too fast though. One small mistake from haste could cost you the match.

[ Javen picks Shadow up by the hair. He whips Shadow across the ropes and leapfrogs him when he comes back. Shadow then slides under Javen’s legs and gives him an atomic drop. While Javen is staggering, Shadow springboards off of the middle rope and lands on Javen with a ploncha. Shadow goes for an early cover.

One…Two…Kickout

[ Shadow runs to the corner and jumps up to the top turnbuckle. Shadow flies looking for a 450 splash but Javen gets his knees up. Shadow rolls off of him and clutches his mid section in pain. Javen slowly gets to his feet and bounces off of the ropes on the far side of the ring. He comes back and nails Shadow in the side with a baseball slide. Shadow rolls out of the ring under the ropes and hits the floor hard. The referee starts the count.

One…

Two…

Three…

Four…

[ Javen slides out of the ring and brings the count back to one. He picks Shadow up by the hair and whips him toward the ring post. Shadow reverses it and Javen is the one who eats metal. Shadow picks Javen up and rolls him back into the ring. Shadow jumps up onto the apron and uses the top rope to slingshot him. He does a complete front flip and lands on Javen with an impressive leg drop.

Fecca: Impressive maneuver by Shadow.

Styles: Javen could have done that too.

Fecca: He probably could have Eddie. He is not the one who did though.

[ While the announcers were talking, Shadow covered but only got a two count. Shadow picks Javen up and whips him into the corner. Shadow runs at Javen and looks for a splash but Javen manages to get out of the way and Shadow nails his head off of the top turnbuckle. Shadow falls onto his back and Javen goes for the cover.

One…Two…Shadow gets his foot on the rope.

[ Javen drags Shadow over near the corner and climbs to the top. He lands a diving leg drop then goes for another quick cover.

One…Two…Thre…Kickout at the last moment!

[ Javen slaps the mat in frustration. He gets up and starts arguing with the ref about the count. As Javen is occupied with the ref, Shadow rolls him up with a school boy pin.

One…Kickout

[ Javen quickly kicks out. He gets back away from Shadow. Shadow runs at Javen looking for a dropkick but Javen slaps it away. Shadow gets up but gets hit with a hard front dropkick from Javen as he is rising. Shadow falls to the mat. Javen gets in Shadow’s face and starts taunting him. Javen then climbs the the turnbuckle again. Shadow was playing possum a little though as he quickly gets to his feet and springboards off of the middle rope. He dropkicks Javen off of the middle turnbuckle and sends him tumbling outside. Javen is hurt but he makes a motion toward the back and Nosferatu comes running out with a chair in hand.

Fecca: What the hell is he doing here?! He isn’t even scheduled to compete tonight!

Styles: This is Javen thinking ahead. He said he would have help and here it comes.

[ Nosferatu runs up the ramp and slides into the ring. He charges at Shadow and takes a swing but Shadow rolls under it. When Nosferatu turns around, Shadow dropkicks the chair back into his face. This causes the chair to go flying out of the ring and the force makes Nosferatu roll out as well.

Fecca: Yes! Shadow manages to fight off the attacker and make this thing even again!

Styles: Shadow hit Nosferatu with a chair! Disqualify him ref!

Fecca: Nosferatu wasn’t even supposed to be in this match and Shadow made sure he stays out of it!

[ Shadow is yelling at Nosferatu to stay outside so he doesn’t notice the fact that Javen is back in the ring. Javen sneaks up behind Shadow and grabs his head. He turns his body for the Javen Effect but Shadow slides out of the ring and out of Javen’s hold. Nosferatu is still out so Javen turns to look at Shadow standing next to his body. Javen keeps his eyes locked on Shadow as Shadow climbs back into the ring. Javen uses his advantage to drive a knee into Shadow’s side. Shadow holds onto the ropes as Javen drives another knee but the ref makes him back off. Shadow pulls himself to his feet and steps forward. Javen runs at him looking for a clothesline but Shadow hooks onto his arm and goes around his back with a crucifix. Rather than hook his other arm and pull him down, Shadow instead hooks Javen’s neck with his legs and pulls his body back around the front side of him and takes him down with a head scissor take down. Javen is quickly back to his feet and Shadow charges him. Shadow jumps up onto his shoulders and takes Javen over with a spinning hurricanrana. Javen gets back up quickly again and Shadow dropkicks him into the ropes. Shadow whips Javen to the other side and then quickly follows him with a clothesline that sends him out and right next to Nosferatu who is now getting up slowly.

Fecca: Shadow appears to have new life in this one!

Styles: The Clan specializes in ending this kind of thing. Just watch he will get his.

[ Nosferatu and Javen both manage to get to their feet. Shadow uses the top rope to slingshot himself and lands across both of them with a corkscrew body attack. All three men are down. The referee starts the count again.

Fecca: Oh my god! Shadow just sacrificed his own body to take Nosferatu out of the equation! He may have taken himself and his opponent out as well though!

[ The referee is at thee when Fecca stops talking. Shadow is up and rolling into the ring by this time. Shadow gets in then back out to break the count then picks Javen up and rolls him into the ring. Shadow then slides into the ring under the ropes and covers Javen.

One…Two…Kickout!

[ Shadow picks Javen up but Javen lays a chop into Shadow’s chest. Then he fires off chop after chop until Shadow is back in the corner. He takes Shadow’s head into his hands and climbs up to the middle turnbuckle. Javen then pushes off and spins for a tornado DDT. He covers Shadow.

One…Two…Kickout!

[ Javen picks Shadow up by the hair. He tries to whip Shadow to the ropes but Shadow reverses it and tries a spinning wheel kick when Javen comes back. Javen manages to duck the kick and Shadow kicks the ref instead. Shadow hits Javen with the kick when he comes back. Shadow then goes over and tries to revive the ref. Nosferatu is up now as well and he slides into the ring.

Fecca: No! Now that the ref is out, Javen and Nosferatu are going to take advantage!

Styles: You’re damn right they are! That is what makes them better than Shadow!

[ When Shadow stands up, Nosferatu takes him to the mat hard with a spear. Javen walks over and covers him. Nosferatu drags the ref over to count.

One…

Fecca: No! Not like this!

Two…

Fecca: No!

Three..

[ …No! Shadow kicks out at the last second!

Fecca: Yes! Come on Shadow get up!

[ The crowd starts to chant so loud that it fills the entire arena.

"Shadow! Shadow! Shadow! Shadow! Shadow!"

[ Nosferatu, who is outside now, yells at them to shut up. They don’t listen though. The chanting continues as Javen picks Shadow up by the hair. Shadow breaks Javen’s grip by punching him in the mid section. Shadow then runs to the opposite side the gets out onto the apron. He jumps up to the top rope and springboards looking for a hurricanrana but Javen side steps him. Javen goes for a quick flip splash but Shadow rolls away from it. Both men get up and face one another. Shadow chops Javen and goes for a whip to the corner but Javen reverses it and charges after him looking for a quick follow up. Shadow runs up the turnbuckle though and tries a moonsault. Javen dropkicks Shadow as he is coming down and Shadow falls to the mat in pain.

Fecca: Whether you love Javen or you hate him, it takes some excellent accuracy to hit a dropkick like that.

[ Mason appears on the stage the heavy steel chain wrapped around his neck with Father Josiah and Kim Pain following behind him.

Sabrina: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for ONE FALL! Introducing first, from Sulphur Springs Sanitarium… weighing in at an astounding 385 lbs… the Caine Monster, MAAAAASOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNN CAAAAAAIIIIiiiinnneee…

[ The Master of Mayhem stalks to the ring and climbs in over the top ropes waiting for his opponent as Father Josiah gives him the last minute words of wisdom and Kim does her best to ignore the wolf whistles from the fans.

Fecca: This one could get ugly, and fast.

Styles: There’s nothing quite like a good old fashioned grudge match involving juicy women.

Fecca: And you better believe Mason Caine is one to take any harm to his precious Kimberly personally. Being as unstable as he is, I’m expecting Mason to really take things to the next level like when he fiendishly slammed Ciara Cage!

Styles: He’s a Caine, Bob. They’re all about taking it to the next level.

[ "Remember the Name" by Fort Minor blasts over the PA as the fans are on their feet anticipating the next entrance. The curtain moves and out from behind it steps That One Guy.

Sabrina: And the opponent… from Grand Island, New York… weighing in at 245 lbs… TEEEEEE. OOOOHHHH. GEEEEEE!!!

[ That One Guy climbs the steal stairs and enters between the second and third ropes. He extends his arms in a pose similar to Raven and Tommy Dreamer.

Fecca: It seems TOG is staying strong on not letting Ciara come down to the ring with him.

Styles: How selfish! We want to look at her too!

Fecca: On the contrary, it’s anything but selfish! While Mason has come out here with two people in his corner, vintage Clan, TOG is keeping Ciara’s best interests at heart as she has a career changing match later tonight!

Styles: That’s the difference between a self-righteous prick like TOG and people who will be successful here at Criminal Intent! Why be noble and lose when you can have people watching your back?

Fecca: TOG has shown us on many occasions that he has what it takes to take it to even the best in the business, and the heart to fight through all kinds of adversity. TOG just might be able to pull it off once again!

Styles: Just like how Ric Flair might win one more championship! Oh wait!! He got his ass handed to him then got fired. Might be a bit of a problem.

Fecca: Leave me and my romantic view of wrestling be…

[ The referee calls for the bell and the match gets under way. TOG gets in a stance and waits to react to whatever Mason might do. However, Mason is doing little more than staring at TOG with malice in his eyes. TOG decides to go on the offense and cautiously inches closer to Mason. He gets close enough to tie up and tries for it, but Mason gives him a big boot right to the face out of no where. Mason lifts him from the floor like he weighs little to nothing then rests him on his shoulder so TOG’s stomach is facing the ceiling. Mason turns toward the middle of the ring and starts to fall forward to slam TOG, but TOG shifts his weight and gets enough distance to hit a bulldog instead. TOG quickly applies pressure on Mason’s left wrist, but all this does is slow Mason down before Mason pulls TOG in for a short-arm clothesline.

Styles: Brutal!!

[ TOG practically bounces off the mat from the impact, and ends up merely sitting down. Mason kneels down behind him and wraps his arms around TOG’s neck. TOG struggles with vigor, but Mason holds strong, even picks TOG off the floor and holds him by his neck in the air. TOG’s legs kick as he tries desperately to loosen Mason’s death grip. The referee tells Mason to let go of the hold, then starts up the count when Mason ignores him. Mason chucks TOG toward the ropes at 4, which gets TOG slightly tangled up in them. Kim hops up on the apron on the opposite side of the ring to point something out to the ref while Josiah cracks TOG’s skull with his cane which causes the crowd to erupt in boos. Mason picks him up again, and this time presses him over his head. He tosses him directly vertical, then lets TOG land on his extended knee.

Fecca: You can sense the pure hatred coming from Mason. He truly wants to hurt TOG!

[ Mason grabs TOG to lift him again, but TOG comes back desperately with right hands to Mason’s midsection. The crowd gets behind him with every punch. TOG works his way up to Mason’s head, and even pushes him back against the ropes. TOG leans in with Mason to allow the ropes to help TOG whip Mason across the ring. Mason bounces off the ropes on the other side, then TOG tries to hit a swinging neckbreaker on his rebound, but didn’t quite have enough momentum to finish the move. They stand at a stalemate halfway through the move, their backs to each other. Mason shows off pure power once again by lifting TOG from behind him and over his head. TOG’s eyes show shock and slight terror as he hopelessly dangles over Mason’s head. Mason walks toward a corner, then falls and throws TOG into it, making him bounce off violently. Mason manages to catch TOG before he hit the ground, then lifts him once again for a powerbomb. Mason hesitates a bit in order to get in good position, which gives TOG time to start throwing punches while on Mason’s shoulders. Mason looks like he still might pull the move off, so TOG starts to hammer away quicker and with more power. He finally does get Mason off-balance and manages to land in good position to mount and assault. Mason does his best to avoid the punches, even reaches up to try and grab TOG’s head, but TOG is feeling the adrenaline and isn’t letting up. Mason eventually manages to land a massive blow back at TOG, which make him dizzy for a few split seconds. TOG shakes it off and continues before Mason could do much more, but not fast enough before Mason landed another massive blow, knocking TOG well off of him. TOG shakes it off again and gets to his feet. He runs toward the ropes hoping to catch Mason off-guard, but Kim is there to catch his foot and trip him up. This gives Mason time to get in close and grab him. TOG does his best to struggle, but Mason’s merely twice his size.

Fecca: Things seem rather hopeless for TOG! Mason has size, AND numbers on TOG!

[ Mason headbutts TOG, then does it again, and again, and again, and again until TOG starts seeing stars. Mason, with TOG’s arms trapped, lifts him up, then flips him over and slams him down again.

Styles: Wha’d I tell you? There’s no way TOG’s coming out with the win.

[ Mason smells the end and stalks TOG, waiting for him to get up with his own power. After he does so, Mason moves in and lifts him up for his Shock Treatment but TOG’s legs get loose and he manages to spin back onto his feet, then hit a DDT. He quickly covers him…

1!.. 2!.. Mason kicks out with so much power it flings TOG off of him.

Fecca: TOG trying his luck with the pin there, but it doesn’t look like a victory here will be anything short of a miracle!

[ TOG is close enough to the ropes for Josiah to grab him and pull him out of the ring. TOG kicks Josiah in the stomach then drops him with a dropkick before Josiah could do anything. Kim makes her way to TOG, but the referee threatens her if she got involved. TOG gets back into the ring where Mason was pretending to be taking his time getting up. Mason pops up before TOG could react and levels him with a vicious clothesline. Mason drags TOG toward a corner, then starts to climb…

Fecca: Mason’s going to fly??

Styles: This is going to be big!! One way or the other!

[ Mason reaches the very top turnbuckle, then yells at the fans before launching himself as well as a big man can, with all of his weight prone to land on TOG with the pull of gravity. TOG moves out of the way at the last possible second, making Mason bounce a bit before sprawling out on his stomach. TOG scrambles to capitalize, and grabs Mason’s legs for a simple submission, turning Mason over to his back. He has the hold in strong, but it doesn’t seem to be doing too great a damage so TOG ditches it and makes his way over to the same corner Mason had just jumped off of as fast as he can. He practically leaps up onto the middle turnbuckle, then leaps off and lands a fist right on Mason’s masked face.

Styles: Hitting a mask with that much force has to hurt TOG as much, if not more than it would Mason!

Fecca: As true as that might be, it appears to be doing the job!

[ TOG quickly goes back to the corner and does it again. Mason flops from the impact, then TOG goes up to do it a third time. Mason finds a second wind and catches TOG in the corner before TOG could hit the fist drop again. Mason’s right hand is around TOG’s throat as he lifts from the turnbuckle and chokeslams him toward the middle of the ring. Mason stands up to grab TOG again, but TOG moves towards his legs and rolls him into a pinning combination.

Fecca: Another pin! Out of no where! Just as all hope was beginning to fade!

Styles: "Beginning"??

1!.. 2!.. Mason sits up with TOG still on his chest, and he’s pissed off.

[ Mason explodes to his feet, holding TOG perpendicular to him. Mason squats a bit, then lifts TOG onto his shoulders in position for the torture rack. Mason cracks TOG a couple of times, before sitting out and landing his vicious Shock Treatment. Mason covers…

1!.. 2!.. 3!!!

[ The crowd boos like crazy while Josiah and Kim get into the ring. Kim walks over to congratulate Mason while Josiah yells at Mason to show no mercy. The crowd erupts in boos as Mason picks up the limp TOG…

Fecca: The match is over dammit!! You won! Leave him be!!

Styles: You can’t say you didn’t expect this to happen…

[ The boos change to cheers as Ciara Cage is running down the ring with a chair…

Styles: Where does she think she’s going with that??

[ She slides into the ring, and puts all her power into a swing on Mason, who takes the hit. When Mason hardly budges, Ciara starts to think this wasn’t the best idea in the world. However, it’s Kim that grabs Malice and convinces him that it’s not worth it. The Caine Clan takes their time getting out of the ring…

Fecca: The Clan’s leaving her alive?

Styles: They’re probably just saving her for later.

The cameras fade back in on the arena with a sky view, showing crew members making sure, Ladders, tables, and chairs are readily available for the next contest as they’re leaning extra tables along the barricades at ringside and we see them setting a ladder up at the bottom of the ramp. We fade from that view to Bobby Fecca and Eddie Styles at ringside.

Fecca, "Ladies and Gentlemen, in the midst of what’s already been a spectacular evening of action and competition, we are now heading into the proverbial forth quarter. Two of the three matches remaining have more on the line then any others. Of course professionally, the Main Event is the biggest bout of the night as the World title is on the line and we enter a world of choosing what we believe will be the lesser of the evils. I never in my life thought I’d say this, but ya gotta hope for the sake of PWT that NovaCaine can obtain the championship here tonight… How depressing a state… Nova’s not just *A* Hope, but perhaps our ONLY hope."
Styles, "That’s not depressing, what’s depressing is that it’s taken you think long to see it that way."
Fecca, "Professionally there couldn’t be more at stake… However… On a Personal level there couldn’t be more at stake then in our next bout, as Christian Michaels takes on WallStreet, with, LITERALY… Becca Wipwreck’s freedom hanging in the balance. Let’s take ya back and show ya how this one came to be."

The scene seems very light and bright as we see Becca in her wedding gown standing next to Captain Charisma himself, Drew Stevenson in his Tuxedo in the midst of the wedding prop covered ring. Their smiles are right off a Halmark commercial… The music in the background is very peaceful and lovey dovey…

We see them holding hands, and we see them gazing in each others eyes as the "Kiss the bride" part of thing is on the way…

Pastor, "Inasmuch as Drew and Becca have declared their love to each other before family and friends, I now greet them with you, as hus… "

His words get super slow and the scene turns to black and white as we hear a very slow-mo’ed Pastor say, "…I now greet them with you as Hus…"

We hear a record scratch as "Always" by Dope takes over and the scene fast forwards showing WallStreet zipping out from behind the curtain in fast forward, then comes back to real time as he stands on the ramp, his smirk growing as the fans are going wild and Drew and Becca seem shocked…

Fecca, "Oh… My… God."

Styles, "OH MY GOD?! OH MY GOD?! COME ON FECCA! MARK OUT! We’re finally in a spot that warrants it! Here, I’ll do it for you! WALLSTREET! WALLSTREET! IT’S FREAKIN WALLSTREET!"

We stay on the smirking WallStreet on the stage but parts of his promo plays, ‘Always’ still in the background.

WallStreet, "Ya know, I was flipping through the USA Today this morning and I see this pretty little full page ad that PWT Took out for tonight’s show. It was an invitation for everyone within viewing range to accept a "cordial invitation" to the "Wipwreck/Stevenson" wedding.---- I hate to be the "buzz kill"… But everybody here wasted their money. You can all go home now. ---

WallStreet, "Ya see, Becca Wipwreck can’t marry you Drew… She can’t marry you for two reasons. Number one, Becca Wipwreck doesn’t exist. And for two… As far as I know, Bigamy is still Illegal in the United States of America!"

We see a distraught Becca as Drew looks enraged… We switch to WallStreet on the stage his hand up showing off his wedding band…

Those days come every now and again
No way I feel like this is the end but

Always is in your eyes
In always I realize
That always is you and I
For Always, Always

We see scenes of Becca confronting WallStreet, demanding a divorce. This happened more then once so we see it in a few different venues with different wardrobes and such… Finally, backstage she cracks him with a big bitch slap which makes him instantly jump up with rage in his face as he glares down at her and she glares up at him…

Let's go back to the start
Like it use to be
Before your broken heart
And your hatred for me

We go to PWT Final Verdict and see clips of Becca and Eris both making their entrances. Then we see Becca hit her Corrupted Choas (Stone Cold Stunner) finish on Eris. We see her hook the leg and the official a mere heartbeat away from counting three till… He’s yanked out of the ring and takes a stiff right hand from WallStreet. Rewind. Right hand to the ref… Rewind… Right hand to the ref. We switch to WallStreet nailing Becca with the Stock Market Crash (Pedigree) and looking at her devilishly before placing Eris over top of her…

Those days I don't know why I pretend
No way I feel like this is the end but

Always is in your eyes
In always I realize
That always is you and I
For Always, Always

We see Becca and Christian Michaels backstage.

CM, "It’s been rough times for both of us lately hasn’t it?"

Becca, "Yeah, it really has. I’m just kinda glad that someone understands what I’m going through… You’ve been a great friend to me, far more then I deserved after the way I’ve treated you in the past."

CM, "Hey, what can I say, I’m just your everyday ordinary superhero. Forgiveness is part of the gig (laughs)."

Is there any wonder I'm not right
(Where do we go now where do we go now)
Is there any wonder you wont fight
(Where do we go now where do we go now)
Have there been too many wrongs to right
I'd say goodbye but

We see the Immortal Glory banner and then see a couple of clips of Eris and Becca. We then see WallStreet run in with a steel chair in hand. He goes for Becca but nails Eris. We see his eyes grow wide as he grabs at his hair and Becca picks up the win.

Always is in your eyes
In always I realize
That always is you and I
For Always, Always

We go to the Shockwave after Immortal Glory and see Becca standing by her lawyer… It turns ugly as we see WallStreet grab Becca by the throat and violently shove her into the corner. He’s choking the life out of her and then CM runs in. We see WallStreet bolt…

Always is in your eyes
(Let's go back to the start, Like it use to be)
In always I realize
(Before you fell apart, And you blamed it on me)
That always is you and I

We see Christian Michaels on the verge of Victory over William Rodney Mercy at the FWA/PWT Supershow, and then WallStreet nailing him with the foreign object and then unmasking and showing himself.

Back when you were my friend, Do you remember back then)
For Always, Always
(All the plans that we made, Can we get back to those days)

For Always

The capacity crowd is going nuts in Champaign Illinois as we fade from that last image on the PWT Vision to Sabrina standing in the middle of the ring.

Sabrina, "Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is a Tee El Cee Match! In order to win one of the two adversaries must climb a ladder in the middle of the ring and obtain the black brief case hanging above…"

Sabrina, "Inside of that briefcase are divorce papers pre-signed by Miss Becca Wipwreck’s husband. Thus her future lies in the balance. This bout has no Time Limit and there MUST be a Winner!"

"Clickity Clank, Clickity Clank (crowd boos), The Money Goes into My Piggy Bank
Clickity Clank, Clickity Clank, The Money Goes Into My Piggy Bank
I’ll Get Atcha…"

The crowd is erupting with boos as Fecca says, "And ladies and Gentlemen, Here… We… Go!"
Styles, "I wonder how much I’d have to slip WallStreet for a night with his wife after he gets done dismantling Michaels."
Fecca, "He’s her husband, not her pimp."
Styles, "So you’re suggesting to me that he wouldn’t take a pay off for a night with Becca?"
Fecca sighs, "No, unfortunately I can’t suggest any such thing."
Styles, "Which is what makes my man Wally the best in the world."
Fecca, "Yeah, well where is "Your man Wally"?"
Styles, "Maybe he’s taking his time before he destroys your little Redneck Superhero."

Maybe… But let’s find out for sure. The cameras go back to the backstage area as WallStreet’s music is still playing. We can hear some fighting and struggling and it doesn’t take long to figure out why… Here comes WallStreet and he’s got a tight grip on Becca’s wrist forcing her to come as well even though she clearly doesn’t want to.

Becca, "Leave me alone! Get your mits off me!"

WallStreet keeps forcing her along as he says, "You made this happen, now you’re gonna go out there and watch me destroy that lil punk hero of yours!"

He shoves her through the first set of Gorilla curtains into the gorilla area and follows behind. She turns and looks at him and he pushes her again.

Becca, "I hate you! How’d I ever end up married to you!?"

WallStreet smirks, "Just lucky I guess… Now shut up and go before my adoring public…"

With that he pushes her through another set of curtains and the fans boo as Becca stumbles onto the stage, falling down to her knees.

Fecca, "……… That sorry son of a…"
Styles, "…Gun who didn’t order this pay per view is about to miss out on a huge TLC Match here in Champaign Illinois… Was that about where you were going with that?"
Fecca, "Not even close."

WallStreet comes out and extends his arms, his nose in the air and his eyes clothes as his face dons an arrogant smirk and he appears to be awaiting a sea of applause or something. To nobody’s suprirse, he gets much the opposite and the crowd boos fiercely.

Sabrina, "Ladies And Gentlemen… Introducing first… Making his way from Hartford Connecticut and weighing in at two hundred seventy nine pounds… Taylor… WAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLSTREEET… McCAAAAAAALLLISTERRR!"

Becca begins crawling away from WallStreet down the ramp and starts pulling herself up to her feet as WallStreet just smirks and walks arrogantly yet powerfully down the ramp.

Fecca, "The arrogance this man radiates is enough to make me choke and I’m clear the Hell on the otherside of the ring."
Styles, "That’s not arrogance Bobbsie, It’s raw Confidence."
Fecca, "It’s annoying."
Styles, "You’re annoying."
Fecca, "Don’t even go there."

Becca walks around the ladder and rushes toward the otherside of the ring to get as far away from her apparent capturer as possible. WallStreet gets to the bottom of the ramp and sees the Ladder that was set up… WallStreet gets a real "Pfft, What’s this crap?" type of look as he looks to the booing fans on either side of him.

He Mockingly whines and the camera picks him up yelling to the fans, "Aww, Look, A Ladder is set up… What bad luck I might get if I walk under it. OH NOES BATMAN! I might… I Might… I Might strengthen the dreaded Christian Michaels Five-n-Oh curse?!"

His eyes are sarcasticly wide as his hands go to his cheeks like McCully Culkin in Home Alone. He finally snickers and laughs as he waves his hands as if to wave that BS off and in a very Razor Ramonish fashion, he ducks down and swaggers his way right under the ladder.

Styles, "GAH! I hope that doesn’t come back to bite him!"
Fecca, "You of all people believe in Superstitions?"
Styles, "Uh… Of course not Bobby, don’t be crazy… Um… Hold on a second, I think I should give WallStreet something."
Fecca, "What are you doing? ……… What the… You have a Lucky Rabbit’s Foot in your pocket?!"
Styles, "Uh, No… No… It’s a uh… Um… GAH! Alright, I’m a LIIIIITLE superstitious! I just don’t want to see WallStreet fall victim to a cosmic conspiracy! The Universe might be out to get him! I mean what if there’s something to all this Christian Michaels curse garbage?!"
Fecca, "Good lord, you’re starting to sound like our world… "Champion"."
Styles, "Hey man! The Fix is in… The Fix… Is In."
You can practically hear Fecca’s eyes rolling as he says, "Oh Lord. Well, hopefully my broadcast colleague will make Shockwave next week if he isn’t too busy trying to purchase a new piece of Real Estate somewhere North of the border."

WallStreet who has just climbed the stairs, enters the ring between the second and third ropes. He walks to the far side of the ring and climbs the ropes, awaiting the fans huge applause and show of admiration… Of course he gets more of the same as they boo loudly and desperately. WallStreet rolls his eyes, slightly annoyed and waves his hands as if to say "Screw ya then" before hopping off the ropes and turning toward the ramp.

The all too familiar beat of "Kryptonite" by Three Doors Down begins to blast over the PA as the boos instantly turn to cheers and we head to the stage.

Fecca, "And HEEEEEERE We Go!"

"Well I Took a Walk Around The World To Ease My Troubled Mind
I Left My Body Lyin somewhere in the sands of Time
But I watch the World float to the Darkside of the Moon
I Feel there’s Nothing I Can Do… Yeah…"

With that the curtain moves and out from behind it to a huge ovation steps the one and only…

Christian Michaels.

Sabrina, "AND THE CHALLANGER… Making his way from RIPLEY TENNESSEE… He weighs in this evening at two hundred twenty four pounds… Ladies and Gentlemen… The RED-NECK Super HE-ROOO….. CHHHHHHHRISTIAN MICHAELLLLLLSSS!!!"

CM begins heading down the ramp, his eyes never leaving WallStreet’s even as he slaps the occasional hand.

Fecca, "These two men have been at odds since WallStreet first walked in the door in 2005, but now it’s about more then pride, more then competition or personality clashes… It’s about doing what’s right, it’s about freeing this young woman from a lifetime of heartache and pain in hopes that maybe… Just MAYBE she can pick up the broken shambles of her life that-that… that… that bastard WallStreet gave her. It’s about freeing a woman that Christian Michaels now calls… Friend."
Styles, "It’s about Christian Michaels learning to mind his own damn business. A Lesson he’s sure to pick up pretty quick when WallStreet takes one of those twelve foot ladders, or perhaps even one of the twenty footers and shoves it up CM’s stink eye!"
Fecca, "I wouldn’t count on it."
Styles, "Oh really? Well gee, Let’s see if I can try and "Count" on the concept of WallStreet beating CM… Hmm… Let’s see… Well… Somehow when I count on it I come up with FIVE supporting reasons. How’s your count there Christian Michaels Super Fan Numero Uno?"
Fecca, "Perhaps WallStreet does in fact have Five victories over Christian Michaels…"
Styles, "No perhaps about it Bobsie, check the record books."
Fecca, "Yeah, well, be that as it may… Christian Michaels is no push over. Not only that, but we’re in Michaels match, Michaels environment, and a match WallStreet has never taken part in. Plus Christian Michaels not only has something to prove here, but his friend’s quality of life."
Styles, "Quality of Life?! The woman’s trying to get "Free" from a life of lap and luxury! Gee Golly, I really wish my "Quality of Life" was as "terrible" as you suggest Becca’s is!"
Fecca, "Money doesn’t constitute a high quality of life."
Styles, "It sure as Hell doesn’t lesson the quality."

CM gets to the bottom of the ramp and now he’s face to face with the ladder. He waves his finger and shakes his head and goes out of his way to make sure he walks around the ladder.

Fecca, "Christian Michaels is very admittedly a firm believer in superstition and forces that work that we may not necessarily know about…"
Styles, "What a dummy. Superstitions are for kids and idiots… (Whispers: Come on Lucky Rabbit’s foot, Help Wally out!)"
Fecca, "I’m sorry, what was that?"
Styles, "NOTHING! I didn’t say nothing! You heard something?! You’re loosing it cause I didn’t say nothing! Maybe it was a fan! Maybe the Ref! What’s this, an interrogation room?! STOP PESTERING ME!"
Fecca, "…………… Alllllrighty then."

CM heads up the stairs and keeps his eyes locked on WallStreet’s… Christian enters the ring between the second and third ropes. He climbs the nearest turnbuckles and throws up his M Hand motion (Picture Matt Hardy’s "Version 1" Taunt upside down). WallStreet glares as the fans erupt with cheers for him. His glare doesn’t soften when he glances down to the floor and sees Becca applauding and completely marking out for him either. WallStreet’s eyes get wide and he ducks down, places a hand on the outside of the ring and hops out to the floor.

WallStreet walks up behind Becca, grabs her by the arm, swings her around and begins screaming, "YOU’RE *MY* WIFE! YOU DON’T CHEER THAT PIECE OF TRASH! YOU CHEER *ME*! YOU UNDERSTAND ME?! HUH?! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!"

Fecca, "Oh For God’s sakes!"

WallStreet still has her arm and is squeezing so hard that she falls to her knees in pain. CM, who was still on the turnbuckles on the Ramp side of the ring drops down and glances over, realizing that at the commentary side of the ring WallStreet’s got Becca and is screaming at her. CM darts across the ring and baseball slides out as "Kryptonite" fades. CM Grabs WallStreet, spins him around, and then BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! An onslaught of quick but hard rights, each one making WallStreet stagger back and the crowd erupt.

Fecca, "YES! This contest isn’t even underway yet and Christian Michaels is already takin’ it to that slimeball WallStreet and Folks, I can sure you that there’s some REAL Criminal Intent in the mind and heart of the Southern Heartthrob!"

Becca bails away from the action and CM stops the punches only to grab a fist full of Wally’s hair and a fist full of his tights, spinning him around and then driving him Shoulder first into the corner post. The crowd is going wild. WallStreet grabs that left shoulder and turns around, his back now against the post. CM rushes back a few steps, darts forward, leaps, and nails a High Body avalanche (Stinger Splash) on WallStreet on the outside. The crowd is going ballistic as WallStreet grabs his chest, staggers out a couple of steps and rolls in under the ropes. Christian takes a second to point to Becca and ask her if she’s okay. She nods and emphatically insists that he go whoop that Corporate Ass and hey… Who’s the resident superhero to deny a Damsel in Distresses’ request? CM climbs up onto the ring and enters between the ropes as WallStreet’s getting back up to his feet. Now that they’re both in the ring Frank Mason officially calls for the opening bell.

Fecca, "We were already underway but now it’s official and folks, Christian Michaels is lookin to take a piece of WallStreet’s ass!"
Styles, "GAH!"

WallStreet sees Christian Michaels enter the ring so he lunges forward for a big Clothesline but CM ducks under and WallStreet spins around with his back to the corner. CM looks around very quickly and then leaps up and nails a big drop kick to the Corporate Chest, making McCallister fall back into the corner. Christian jumps up onto the second ropes, hovering over WallStreet as he raises his fist in the air, making the crowd cheer further. Michaels takes said fist, and then begins driving it into the skull of WallStreet as the crowd begins to count with each shot…

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

NINE!

……

CM waves his fist around in the air a few times, and then BAM!

The crowd screams TEN and then simply erupts as Christian jumps off the ropes and WallStreet begins staggering out of the corner, his expression of one who has the lights on, but nobody chillin at the crib. WallStreet takes a Flairish Face bump as Christian screams, "FIVE AND OH THAT BITCH!"… The crowd goes absolutely ballistic.

Fecca, "Good GAWD! Christian Michaels is on fire and this capacity crowd is absolutely lovin it!"
Styles, "I HATE THESE PEOPLE! SHUT UP! Don’t cheer this buffoon!"
Fecca, "They paid for their ticket, they’ll cheer whoever they damn well please!"

WallStreet starts pulling himself up off the mat and Christian wastes no time getting back on top of him as he grabs the Corporate Icon by the neck and finishes drawing him up to his feet. CM pushes Wally’s back against the ropes and then launches him out with an Irish Whip… Unfortuantly for him however, WallStreet reverses and Michaels ends up darting across the ring. WallStreet ducks down in the center telegraphing the back body drop but Michaels hooks the top rope with his arms to stop his forced momentum. WallStreet’s quick to realize that nobody’s arrived for him to back body drop so he stands up right and when he does CM Darts his way looking for a clothesline. WallStreet ducks under, but immediately pops up, spinning as he does so and grabbing two fist fulls of CM’s long dark hair. CM’s legs keep moving forward but WallStreet snatches the hair and drives him back and Michaels crashes hard on his neck and back from that hair grab by WallStreet. The crowds cheers instantly turn to boos as WallStreet leans back on his knees, breathing slightly heavier then normal and looking very annoyed as he glares at CM who’s holding his neck and head on the mat.

Fecca, "Well ordinarily that hair grab on the part of WallStreet would be illegal, however, in a Tee El Cee there are no disqualifications and thus the rules are essentially null and void."

WallStreet pulls himself up and checks his forehead with his hand to make sure he isn’t bleeding after the onslaught of punches he received. He rotates his left shoulder, grabbing it with his right arm too, thus showing us that the big pole shot he took on the floor had a somewhat lasting effect as well. Although, as he realizes that CM’s already inflicted some pain and punishment, he doesn’t seem to thrilled and begins laying the boots to Michaels while screaming various obscenities his way. After these boots WallStreet glances up at the briefcase hanging above, and then out to the ladder set up in front of the ramp. He looks up again… Back to the ladder again… Then at CM…. He gets a devilish smirk and starts arrogantly strutting toward the rampside of the ring.

Fecca, "WallStreet realizing that the goal is to get that ladder and climb it to obtain the briefcase… It looks like he’s going to try and put this one away as quickly as possible."
Styles, "Yeah, why waste time punishing Christian Michaels when he can use the saved time to go take another ride on his BeccaCycle."

WallStreet ducks down to exit the ring between the second and third ropes but when he does, in comes Christian Michaels with a hard shot to WallStreet’s back that makes him stagger as he’s bent over with one leg leaning on the second rope. CM hits a low drop kick, but because WallStreet’s bent over it nails him right in that left shoulder and makes him fly out through the ropes, land hard on the outside ring canvas and roll off the ring to the floor from the momentum.

The crowd cheers WallStreet’s unceremonious exile from the ring as Fecca says, "Christian Michaels right back to the attack."

WallStreet pushes himself up off the mats on the floor to his feet, his back to the ring. WallStreet begins to turn around as CM Grabs the top rope with both hands, squats down, and then draws himself up flies over the top rope as WallStreet’s turning around. WallStreet however being the savvy vet that he is, has perfected his react time so while he barely has time to see CM going, He drops down to his back to evade the crossbody and CM in turn ends up cross bodying the ladder, taking it down hard on the ramp. CM instantly bounces off the ladder and lands on his back down on that path between the ramp and the fan barricade holding his ribs. The crowd is on their feet in awe as WallStreet pulls himself back up.

WallStreet looks at CM down on the floor between the ramp and the fan barricade and shakes his head before heading to the ladder that Michaels had just cross bodied. WallStreet folds the crossbars and closes the ladder before picking it up and taking it to the ring where he slides it in under the bottom rope. WallStreet climbs up onto the ring and re-enters between the second and third ropes. WallStreet picks up the ladder and starts surveying exactly where in the ring it should go. After very little contemplating he gets to the center and begins drawing the ladder open.

Fecca, "WallStreet making it quite clear that he has one goal in this contest and that’s simply to win."
Styles, "I think a lot of stars today get so enamored with being on TV and making the people say "OoOo" or "Ahhh" that they forget the whole point of the match, which is to win. WallStreet’s never forgotten that, and as a result very rarely suffers defeat. WallStreet would much rather win the match in a minute with a sleeper and have the crowd hate him then go forty five minutes, hit a hundred razel dazel moves, but end up crashing and burning and giving the other guy the W."

WallStreet gets the ladder set up and grins as he looks up to that brief case over the ring. WallStreet begins to climb the ladder and the fans begin to cheer… Wait, what? That doesn’t seem right… Oh wait… Christian Michaels has slid into the ring. CM goes over and reaches up, grabbing a fist full of the back of WallStreet’s trunks and pulling him down off the ladder. WallStreet lands on his feet and turns around… BAM! BAM! BAM! Three stinging right hands. Michaels then lands a hard kick into the gut of WallStreet, hooks him, and takes him up and over with a quick snap suplex. Michaels gets up, an arm favoring those ribs that collided with that ladder just a couple of minutes ago as the fans are cheering Michaels return to the offensive. CM looks at the ladder set in the middle of the ring, but not being nearly as arrogant as WallStreet and knowing full well that a snap suplex isn’t gonna immobilize WallStreet long enough to ascend the ladder to victory, Michaels decides to take a more defensive strategy with the ladder and fold the cross bars and thus fold up the ladder and leaning it in the corner. Michaels turns from the ladder and sees that WallStreet’s up in the corner. CM darts toward WallStreet and leaps up looking for the high body avalanche, but this time around it doesn’t serve him to well as WallStreet side steps and CM hits nothing but turnbuckle. CM staggers back as WallStreet hits the ropes and BAM! A monster clothesline to Michaels and the crowd begins to boo.

Fecca, "Christian Michaels looking to capitalize with that High Body Avalanche in the corner for a second time to night but to no avail as WallStreet saw it coming and ended up giving the Southern Heartthrob a hard clothesline for his trouble."

WallStreet looks out to the floor and sees Becca trying to encourage Michaels. This doesn’t set to Well with our Corporate Icon so he drops down over Michaels, grabs a fist full of his hair with his left hand and begins driving stiff fists into the redneck skull with his right. WallStreet’s look is one of anger and aggravation. He drives a few hard shots into Michaels head and then get’s up and looks out to Becca, "CHEER HIM NOW!"

Fecca, "What an ass. WallStreet’s actually jealous that this woman who he’s referred to as his "Toy" is cheering on Michaels."
Styles, "He’s not Jealous, he just doesn’t appreciate his property being disloyal."
Fecca, "PROPERTY?! She’s a human being for God’s sakes!"
Styles, "So?"

WallStreet bends down through the ropes and says, "COME ON! GO AHEAD BECCA! CHEER HIM!"

Becca reaches up and CRACK! She bitch slaps him so hard he actually drops back, bumps, and rolls back up to his feet in the ring. The crowd erupts as WallStreet looks around, his face turning beat red with both anger and embarrassment.

WallStreet, "ALRIGHT! JUST REMEMBER, YOU MADE ME DO THIS TO HIM! YOU DID IT! (Points to the crowd) AND ALL OF YOU TOO!"

Michaels is starting to climb up so WallStreet grabs a fist full of his hair, brings him the rest of the way to his feet, draws back, and BAM! A big right hand drops him right back down to the mat. WallStreet hit him so hard he actually has to shake his own hand to shake off the pain. WallStreet exits the ring through the second and third ropes, apparently deciding now that he wants to distribute some pain to Michaels before he tries to wrap this one up. WallStreet goes over and grabs one of the tables that was leaned against the guard rail. He sets it up on the floor so that it’s horizontal (sideways as opposed to straight) near the guard rail. He then grabs another table and sets it up the exact same way, right beside the first one, this one closer to the ring. WallStreet looks back to the ring and seems a bit perplexed… He knows he remembered leaving his Christian Michaels in the ring… Dang it, this is like when he lost his keys that one time… He sure he had left them on the… WRAP! CM comes up from behind and nails WallStreet across the back with a hard forearm. WallStreet turns around and WallStreet grabs him by the wrist and launches him with an Irish Whip… WallStreet nails the stairs knees first and has so much momentum he literally flips up and over the stairs, landing hard on his back on the otherside of the steps. The crowd cheers as CM walks around the steps and sees WallStreet holding his back as he crawls toward the commentary tables. WallStreet pulls himself up on the table and turns around only to take a hard right hand from Michaels. WallStreet staggers around and CM grabs the black top of the commentary table and yanks it off, exposing the monitors and white desk top.

Fecca, "The action’s getting right in front of us…"

WallStreet drops down onto the commentary table in front of Styles. CM goes over and grabs him, but WallStreet instantly spins up and around and WHAM! He nails CM across the forehead with Styles TV Monitor dropping Michaels hard. WallStreet’s forehead instantly begins to bleed and the fans are on their feet.

Fecca, "Oh my! WallStreet playin’ a little possum there and he just busted Christian Michaels wide open with the corner of that TV Monitor!"

The camera switches to a shot of Becca who’s wide eyed with a hand covering her mouth as she looks like she may actually cry.

Fecca, "Becca Wipwreck growing distraught as she sees her friend and on this night her proverbial white night bleeding in and enduring quite the bout to try and rescue her from this phony bologna marriage."
Styles, "There’s nothing phony about it Fecca. It’s completely legit."

WallStreet stomps over to where Sabrina is sitting and grabs her by the strap of her dress and says, "MOVE!" He yanks her and tosses her to the ground on the side, breaking the strap of her dress in the process. That’s right pervs, her dress is broken. Anyway, WallStreet folds the steel chair…

Styles, "Ah excellent, and now the chairs portion of this Tee El Cee comes into play."

WallStreet stands over Michaels and pushes the top of the chair down into his throat, making Michaels kick about while trying desperately to push the chair off his throat. WallStreet smirks as he starts screaming at CM, "HOW DO YA LIKE THAT?! HUH?!"

Fecca, "Oh come on!"
Styles, "It’s anything goes Bobby!"
Fecca, "So what?! That doesn’t mean you should choke a man to death!"

Apparently Becca agrees as she jumps up onto WallStreet’s back and starts beating on him and trying to choke him to get him off Michaels. WallStreet drops the chair and Stumbles back till Becca’s sitting on the commentary table, still holding him in a sleeper like deal. WallStreet begins peeling her arms off him and turns around. WallStreet grabs a big fist full of Becca’s hair and starts pulling her back as he yells at her. He raises his right hand in a fist as if he’s contemplating punching her in the face.

Fecca, "DON’T YOU DO THAT! DON’T YOU DO THAT YOU SON OF A BITCH!"
Styles, "You may wanta watch he’s awfully close… Uh-oh…"

WallStreet must have heard him as his head turns and he looks at Fecca. WallStreet releases Becca and reaches across the desk to grab a fist full of Fecca’s button up shirt.

WallStreet, "YOU GOT A PROBLEM BOB-OH?!"

Fecca, "Oh yeah, you’re a real tough guy WallStreet! First ya threaten to punch a woman and now you’re gonna beat up on me?!"

WallStreet, "Yeah, I think I just might!"

Fecca, "Well go ahead if ya think it’s gonna make you a big man! GO FOR IT! COME ON!"

WallStreet’s eyes widen in shock as he says, ‘Are you serious?!"

Bobby, "COME ON!"

WallStreet draws his arm back… CRACK!

The crowd erupts as WallStreet goes flying over the table from the force of CM wrapping him from behind with the steel chair. WallStreet actually lands on the desk and Fecca begins driving him in the back with right hands till he falls off the table on the commentators side.

Styles, "GAH! YOU CAN’T DO THAT!"

A Bloody CM walks around the commentary table as Styles backs off and Fecca gets a few more kicks in before CM waves him back too. CM reaches down and grabs two hand fulls of WallStreet’s hair, lifting him up slowly to his feet. WallStreet leans back on the commentary table. WallStreet jumps back kinda to the side, and BAM! Just Got Whapped Superkick sends WallStreet’s eyes rolling in the back of his head and his body flying back onto the commentary table. CM Looks over to Becca and since he’s so close to the commentary head sets we can hear him yell, "BECCA! GRAB ME A CHAIR!"

Styles, "A CHAIR?! Ruh-ro rhaggy!"

Becca takes off to get a chair, apparently not realizing CM had just dropped a chair there just a minute ago. But regardless, CM goes to the ring and lifts up the apron… He withdraws a ladder, but the crowd erupts huge when they realize it’s not a typical twelve footer but a twenty footer.

Fecca, "Am I on?"
Styles, "Yeah…"
Fecca, "I lost my headset during all of the action."
Styles, "What are you thinkin’ putting your hands on a Wrestler! If Becca wasn’t such a biased boss you’d lose your job!"
Fecca, "He put his hands on me first."
Styles, "He was just fixin’ your shirt."
Fecca, "That’s horsecrap and you know it!"
Styles, "Relax killer. I’m not sure I feel safe out here with you now that you’ve started attacking everybody."

CM sets the ladder up so it’s sideways in front of the commentary table… In other words the cross bars are viewable from the commentary table and the rungs are facing the crowd. As he finishes getting the ladder set up Becca comes over with a black folding chair and hands it to the Southern Heartthrob. CM begins climbing the ladder and the fans are eating it up. CM gets up to the top, which is actually higher then if he was standing on top of the top rope… He sits on the top of the ladder, his leg on either side as he’s facing the commentary tables and holding that chair.

Fecca, "What… What’s he gonna do from here?"

CM looks at the crowd on either side, clearly hesitant… Which, if CM’s hesitating then whatever he has in mind is defiantly on the insane side of things… Finally he closes his eyes, let’s out a scream… Leaps into the air, flashes flooding the arena as he does a full 360 Summersault in the air while positioning the chair under his legs… CRRRRRRRRRRACK! CM lands a monster version of Sabu’s Arabian Face buster (Essentially a summersault leg drop off the top with the chair under his legs) off the top of that twenty foot ladder that sends CM and his chair crashing through WallStreet’s face and in turn the commentary table he was on.

Fecca, "OH MAH GAWD!"

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

CM rolls back holding his ass and back and jolt around as if a major shock went through his entire spine, which it probably did, and WallStreet just looks dead as that back steal chair is still over his face and you can literally see the imprint of his face in the metal.

Fecca, "CHRISTIAN MICHAELS… CHRISTIAN MICHAELS… CHRISTIAN MICHAELS JUST… BAH GAWD… What a… BAH GAWD!"
Styles, "HE KILLED WALLSTREET! SOMEBODY CALL THE COPS!"
Fecca, "I can’t… I mean… I have no words…"

The scene becomes a quarter size of the TV and is in the lower left corner as a slightly larger box comes from the higher right corner labeled "REPLAY"…

Fecca, "Here’s the Replay… Christian Michaels on top of that twenty foot ladder with that steel chair in hand…"

CM Leaps off and in slow motion we see him twisting about, getting the chair under his legs…

Fecca, "And then…"

We go to normal speed to see Michaels and his chair collide with WallStreet’s face and go through the commentary table…

Fecca, "Unbelievable!"

The replay shows once more before the screen goes back to normal. WallStreet’s still laying there, the chair still over his face. Off to the side CM’s on his chest, the back of his hand laying on his lower back as his leg twitches a little. Becca has both hands over her face in horror and surprise.

Fecca, "Christian Michaels just took WallStreet out but at what expense to himself? He may have just suffered permanent nerve damage, or even irreparable spinal damage. We could have just witnessed the conclusion of two careers in one breath taking moment.

Frank Mason is down on the floor checking on CM and WallStreet… He cautiously grabs that steel chair and begins to peel it off WallStreet’s face… As he does the Blood sticks to the chair and becomes long, stringy and gooey as the chair separates, almost looking like that scene in Independence day when they remove the shell off the Alien… Mason gets pale as WallStreet’s face is almost unrecognizable. His nose looks to be busted wide open, he’s bleeding from his forehead, a spot just above his eye, and his nose.

Fecca, "Oh dear God…"
Styles, "You happy now Fecca?"
Fecca, "Of course not! I wouldn’t wish this on anybody, WallStreet included."

Mason wastes no time calling to the back for help. Various officials and medics rush down the ramp.

Fecca, "There you see EMTs, Trainers, Officials… All coming to tend to the broken bodies at ringside."

The medics try and work a body board under WallStreet as Christian Michaels is trying to use the apron to get up on his own power. Jim Richards and Mitch Roberts both get under an arm of CM’s and finish helping him up. CM turns and leans back on the ring. Mitch and Jim try to help him again but he shoves them both off. CM sees WallStreet down and looks up into the ring… When he moves he immediately winces in pain through his drying crimson mask as his hand shoots to his lower back. CM looks up at the Briefcase hanging over the ring. He looks over at Becca and says, "You’re gonna be free of this jerk…"

CM slides into the ring, still holding his back as the crowd is all on their feet. We look at Becca and she actually has tears in her eyes…

Styles, "Look, she’s crying because CM’s about to make her divorce WallStreet!"
Fecca, "I’d be more inclined to believe that she’s probably very moved at the abuse Christian Michaels has endured and put himself through just to free her from this horrific marriage to WallStreet."
Styles, "Do you have to keep using words like "horrific"?"

Christian hobbles to the corner and grabs the ladder that had been placed there earlier in the match. He draws the ladder out of the corner and hobbles with it to the center of the ring. He opens up the ladder and the fans are going wild, cheering him on.

Crowd: CHRISTIAN! CHRISTIAN! CHRISTIAN! CHRISTIAN!

Fecca, "This bout is all but signed, sealed, and delivered as too is Becca Wipwreck’s divorce and freedom from WallStreet!"

CM Sets the ladder right underneath the brief case and stumbles back, The pain etched on his face as his hand nurses his lower back… The Heartthrob leaning on the ropes as he looks at the briefcase that’s hanging above this metallic mountain he must climb. CM staggers forward and grabs the ladder. It’s clear that he really effed his back up (and if he’s lucky that’s all) on that Arabian Face Buster earlier. He begins climbing the ladder, but with each step the pain shoots through his back and forces him to pause, taking the ladder one rung at a time. Becca can be heard on the floor, screaming in support and of course the fans are adamantly behind the Redneck Superhero as well.

Fecca, "Less then fifteen feet from the mat hangs the future of one Young woman, and the validation of all of the blood and sweat Christian Michaels has left here tonight."

Michaels continues up slowly as the crowd begs for him to pick up the big win and free the damsel in distress. Christian climbs another rung, and reaches up, his finger tips falling short of touching the brief case… Gah… He continues to strain and struggle and gets another rung underneath him. Again he reaches up and this time his finger tips come close, perhaps the middle one may have even grazed the bottom of the briefcase.

Fecca, "Keep goin! You’re so close!"

Crowd: CHRISTIAN! CHRISTIAN! CHRISTIAN! CHRISTIAN! CHRISTIAN! CHRISTIAN!

CM winces, clearly in serious pain but forcing himself to deal with it as he goes up yet another rung. He pushes himself up another and how when he reaches up he can firmly grasp the Briefcase. Sensing how close he is the crowd is going wild.

Fecca, "YES! CHRISTIAN MICHAELS IS MERE INCHES FROM VICTORY…"

We suddenly go to the floor where WallStreet’s fighting EMTs to get off their stretcher and to his feet.

Fecca, "How in the World…"

Upon further reflection WallStreet’s nose isn’t as bad as we thought it was, but he’s still a bloody mess. One of the EMTs get’s in WallStreet’s way and insists he lay back down… THWAM! He’s dropped with a hard right from WallStreet. WallStreet staggers a bit and then slides into the ring.

Fecca, "HURRY CM, HURRY!"
Styles, "HURRY WALLSTREET, HURRY!"

WallStreet see’s CM about to get the briefcase so he grabs the ladder and begins dragging it. CM has to relinquish the briefcase and grab the ladder in order to restore his balance as WallStreet continues to drag it across the ring till it’s by the ropes. WallStreet walks over to the opposite side of the ladder from Michaels and begins climbing the opposing rungs.

Fecca, "Michaels was a mere heartbeat away but WallStreet withdrew his positioning and now he’s climbing up to meet WallStreet atop of that ladder."

WallStreet starts coming up to the top and Michaels nails him with a right hand. WallStreet shakes it off and keeps climbing as CM begins climbing as well. They get so they’re both on the second to last rung on their respective sides. CM delivers a hard right and WallStreet leans back… WallStreet sways back forward and he nails a hard right making CM lean back… The crowd is on their feet and to make this whole situation even more suspenseful is that they’re at the side of the ring with the tables on the floor from earlier.

Fecca, "This is incredibly dangerous, both men in No Man’s land."

CM goes for another punch but WallStreet ducks under and the crowd gasps as WallStreet hooks CM as if he’s contemplating the Stock Market Crash Version 2 (Rockbottom)…

Fecca, "Oh God…"

WallStreet’s just about to do it when CM drives the elbow into his skull… Then another… Finally a third and WallStreet has to release him. CM, however, now snatches WallStreet’s head in a Front Face lock which makes the crowd grow insanely loud with anticipation. CM gets a wild look in his eyes as he scans the screaming arena…

Fecca, "Oh no… Don’t do it…"

CM throws his arm up, let’s out a loud scream, spins and leaps off the Ladder, bringing WallStreet with him as the flashes go off again and Christian Michaels and WallStreet both go flying off the ladder, out of the ring and through those tables with a Just Like That (Twist of Fate) off the top of the ladder.

Fecca, "GOOD GOD!"

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT……… PEE DUBBYA TEE! PEE DUBBYA TEE! PEE DUBBYA TEE! PEE DUBBYA TEE!

Fecca, "UNBELIEVABLE! ANOTHER DEATH DEFYING MOVE FROM CHRISTIAN MICHAELS AND NOW TWO BROKEN BODIES LYE IN A SEA OF TYABLE SHARDES!"
Styles, "THIS GUY’S CRAZY FECCA!"
Fecca, "No doubt that the medics will HAVE to wheel these two young gladiators out of here now."

All of the Trainers and medics and such were on the floor still from a few minutes ago when they were getting ready to wheel WallStreet to the back, so it doesn’t take them long to rush over to the destruction on the right side of the ring (looking down from the stage).

Fecca, "I said that these two men would come into this Pay Per View with exactly what the marquee suggests… "Criminal Intent". And now the ringside area looks like a crime scene."

The medics and trainers and such are trying to get some of the table pieces out of the way to better tend to the performers, although that’s no easy task. As that’s going on our scene once again minimizes to the lower left side as in the higher right we begin seeing a recap.

Fecca, "Well for the second time tonight we start at the top of a ladder…"

We see CM swing around and leap off the ladder with WallStreet…

Fecca, "And end in a pile of shattered table on the floor."

We of course see CM and WallStreet drop through the tables via the Diamond Cutter portion of the Just Like That AKA Twist of Fate move.

CM slowly begins to roll over from his back to his chest, his head next to WallStreet’s…

Crowd: CHRIS-TIAN, CHRIS-TIAN, CHRIS-TIAN, CHRIS-TIAN…

CM’s hand reaches for the ring apron…

Crowd: CHRIS-TIAN! CHRIS-TIAN! CHRIS-TIAN! CHRIS-TIAN!

Fecca, "This capacity crowd is seemingly motivating Michaels… How he can move is beyond me but bah God if these people don’t seem to always have that extra man on the field effect for the Redneck Superhero."
Styles, "That’s not fair! It makes every match he’s in a Handicap match! I say he should be disqualified on the spot!"
Fecca, "There are no disqualifications in a Tee El Cee match Eddie…"
Styles, "So? There was no white people in America at one time either. The English invaded and now we’re one big diverse tea party. Show some tolerance and stop discriminating against Rules who want the rights of freedom and the free pursuit of happiness in the land of the Tee El Cee match!"
Fecca, "You’re ridicules."

As the fans continue to cheer, Christian continues to try and pull himself up the apron. And slowly but surely he finds his feet but between the Arabian Face Buster and now landing back first through the tables from atop of the ladder in the ring, it’s all he can do to stand, much less anything else. The trainers try to insist that he let them take him to the back but with as much force as he can distribute (which isn’t much right now) he shoves them away before turning and rolling back into the ring to a loud ovation…

Fecca, "The heart of this young man is unreal. I’ve said it on many occasions and I’m saying it again, there’s nobody in this business that measures up to Christian Michaels in terms of heart."

Michaels pulls himself up by the ropes and holds his back in pain. He grabs the ladder and with all he’s got he pushes it back into the center as we switch to a view of Becca who’s watching with a hand over her mouth, clearly on the edge of her proverbial seat. CM gets the ladder in the middle, and once again he begins trying to make his desperate climb up.

Fecca, "Can he do it?! He was so, SO close before… How about one more time?"

The crowd continues to chant Christian’s name as slowly but surely, one rung at a time he climbs. On the floor we see WallStreet slowly begin to reach up, grabbing two fist fulls of the pant legs of a couple of medics standing by. He slowly pulls himself to his knees and leans back, that far away look in the eyes that stand out so well from behind his crimson mask. Back in the ring Michaels continues to climb and now he reaches up and touches the briefcase, but he can’t quite grab it yet…

Fecca, "The race is on…"

WallStreet continues to use the EMTs pants as (against their recommendation) he tries to pull himself up to his feet.

Michaels climbs up another rung and now he’s able to grab the brief case, but unhooking it from it’s cable is a completely different story.

Fecca, "COME ON CHRISTIAN, YOU CAN DO IT!"

WallStreet gets to his feet, staggering and swaying, but still on his feet. Michaels pulls himself up one more rung…

WallStreet stumbles to the ring and leans on the outside canvas, trying to regain some of his wits before sliding in…

Michaels reaches up to t he cable… WallStreet Slides in… WallStreet looks up and reaches toward the ladder with a hand but Michaels un hooks the briefcase and WallStreet flops down, knowing he’s been defeated.

The Bell sounds as the entire arena gets on their feet…

Fecca, "YES! BAH GAWD! YES! CHRISTIAN MICHAELS HAS DONE IT! MICHAELS HAS DONE IT! MICHAELS HAS JUST DEFEATED WALLSTREET! FIVE AND OH BECOMES FIVE AND ONE, AND MORE IMPORTANTLY BECCA MCCALLISTER CAN ONCE AGAIN BECOME BECCA WIPWRECK!"
Styles, "NOOOOOOOOOO!"

"Kyrptonite" by Three Doors Down blasts over the PA as Sabrina announces, "Here is YOUR WINNER…… CHHHHHHHHRISTIAN MICHAELSSSSSS!"

Fecca, "I feel like I’m calling the Red Sox winnin’ the World Series! What an incredible first win in this feud for Christian Michaels, and at such a pivitol time. The stakes could not have been any higher!"

CM reaches out and calls for a microphone. Of course he gets it promptly and his music fades. Becca, who’s in the ring by now, rushes over and hugs her savior.

Michaels, "Becca…"

Becca lets him go to listen to him.

Michaels, "Becca… (Motions toward the broken tables, the seeming unconscious WallStreet in the ring, the ladder)… All of this was for you… All of this was so that you could free yourself from this… This scum bag (crowd cheers)… And become a free woman again… Don’t wait any longer. Now that you’ve got the chance to get out, take it before he finds a way to screw you again."

Becca nods, clearly in very deep agreement with CM as Fecca says, "Absolutly!"
Styles, "Think about this Becca! You don’t wanta do this!"

CM, "Can somebody hand her a pen?"

CM begins messing with the briefcase and finally opens it, revealing some papers on a clip board. A crew member rushes a pen to the ring and Becca reaches out and grabs it as CM flips through the divorce papers to the last page. The camera zooms in and sure enough, WallStreet has in fact signed the bottom of the page and it just awaits Becca’s signature.

CM, "Here.. Sign this and be done with it."

Becca nods and takes the Clipboard. As she does, she leans into the microphone and says, "Thank you Chris… I owe you so much for this."

CM Shakes his head, "You don’t owe me anything Becca… It’s what friends do."

Becca smiles warmly and looks like she could cry again… She nods and takes the clip board from him, backing up toward the center of the ring… The official has taken down the ladder and removed it since CM won. Anyway… CM walks out with her to support her… Becca takes the Pen to the paper… Signs it, and then opens her arms to CM again. CM grabs her and the two embrace in the middle of the ring to great ovation from the fans.

Fecca, "This folks, is what it’s all about…"

Becca’s holding CM tightly, hugging him… The crowd however, is starting to cheer a little less and a little less, but Why? … Uh Oh… WallStreet’s used the ropes to crawl to the corner behind CM and is pulling himself up in the corner. Becca, who had her eyes closed, opens her eyes and they get wide as she spots WallStreet.

Fecca, "Warn CM and get out of Dodge!"

Becca’s lips suddenly coil into a smirk as she lets go of CM… CM looks at Becca and raises a curious eyebrow… Becca suddenly rears back and SLAAAAAAAP!

Fecca, "WHAT IN THE HELL?!"

CM Grabs his face and instantly a look of hurt (and not the physical kind) enters his eyes… Before he can do much about it however, WallStreet grabs him by the shoulder, spins him around and drives the boot into his gut doubling him over…

Fecca, "WHAT… NO!"

WallStreet hooks Michaels arms… Jumps up…

BAM! Stock Market Crash. The fans boo loudly as WallStreet gets up, looking half dead as he looks down at Michaels. Becca walks over, that evil smirk on her face as she looks at WallStreet… WallStreet looks down at her… Becca rubs a hand over his chest and WallStreet grabs the back of her hair, drops down and gives her a deep, disgusting, tongue wrestling kiss… When he lets her go she gets a look like she just had her world rocked, which just makes the fans boo louder.

Fecca, "THAT ROTTEN BITCH!"
Styles, "GAH! YES!"

Becca grabs WallStreet’s arm and raises it in the middle as "Piggy Bank" by 50 Cent begins blasting over the PA and garbage begins to flood the ring.

Fecca, "I Can’t believe it! How long were these two in cahoots?! When did… Wait… you don’t think… Did Becca KNOW WallStreet was coming to her wedding some few months ago?! Did she……… THAT JEZABEL!"
Styles, "YES! YES! YES!"

WallStreet leans down on Becca and Becca helps him to the ropes.

Styles, "You know what this means?"
Fecca, "A lot of things and none of em good."
Styles, "It means you threw punches on Misses MCCALLISTER’S Husband!"
Fecca, "Yeah well, after this getting fired doesn’t seem like such a terrible fate."
Styles, "Oh Boy! I wonder who they’ll replace you with! Maybe I’ll get to make JR look like a dummy! Or maybe Tony Schiavonie will be brought back, he still needs work! Oh the possibilities."
Fecca, "I’m glad you’re so damn gleeful! ………… Well folks… I don’t even have words for what happened here. PWT has just been covered by a black cloud… I guess… Well, Earlier today Ken Mitchell went outside and got opinions on the outcome of tonights main event from some of the fans here in Champaign… Let’s take a look at that while the ring crew cleans this mess up… I just… Unreal."

Ken: Excuse me, Christian, but can I get your thoughts about what happened tonight? You finally get a win against Wall$treet, but then it turns out that Becca Wipwreck-McCallister has finally embraced her marriage to Wall$treet. After the match you were...

CM: Embarrassed! That's what the hell I was Ken!

[ CM rans a hand through his long, dark hair.

CM: Ya know lemme tell ya something here! I'm getting a lil sick and bah gawd tired of sticking my neck outf or people that don't deserve it. Because dammit if it don't seem like they turn around and take a swipe at my head with an axe or something. First I gave Bret Hart junior, that'd be Dante, more chances than he deserved at the Heavyweight championship. How'd he repay me and PWT? By being the biggest douche of a champion ever. And you gotta remember that we've had champions who quit because they didn't wanna face DVD and champions who were just a flash in the pan like Justina Rage. But luckily, if there's a God, my neck'll be saved by Nova taking the belt off Dante.

[ A pause.

CM: How messed up is it that Nova winning the title will save my neck? Bah! Anyways, after that grand mistake of giving Dante a second title shot, I go and make nicey-nice with Becca again. Had a lil sympathy for her situation with Taylor. So once again I stick my head out there and come about this-DAMNED-close to losing my head again!

[ Michaels throws his hands up, still unable to believe what happened earlier.

CM: I guess its just that I'm like Superman. I believe in second chances, even though everytime I do it bites me in the ass. Well ya know what Ken? Its about damned time that I started biting back! So you listen up good Taylor! I know you're somewhere in this building watching. And if you've got the nuts, bring your ass to the next edition of Shockwave. Then you an I can go one on one just one more time!

[The arena lights cut as "Jimmy Crack Corn/Canuck Remix" by Eminem & 50 Cent starts

[Eminem]
"Call 'em and tell 'em it time to hate us again, we're back!"

[Pyro’s explode on either side of the entrance and a white spotlight shines down and shows Dante walking out through the curtain carrying that pink duffle bag that holds the PWT title under his arm. The boos that are normally thunderous from the PWT fans have waned with what’s come to light over the last day or so , Dante looks out over the arena experiencing a mixed reaction with more cheers then boos for the first time since arriving in PWT. He starts slowly walking down the ramp way, smacking the outreached hands of his fans as he passes and jaw-jacking with a few mouthy fans

[Eminem]
"Jimmy can crack corn, but I don't care
My enemies crack corn, but I don't care
You can be black, white or a albino yeah
You can have corn rows inside your hair
I give a fuck if I don't like your stare
This bottle of wine goes upside your head
A little bit psycho, but I know that
Think you just don't say it, then I won't say it
See if you don't brag, then I don't brag
I know I'm bad, as long as I know I'm bad
I don't need y'all to co-sign no shit
You can just keep making them tired old threats
A little bit like the boy you cried wolf yeah
See me, but don't dare to try no shit
Cause you know that somewhere inside those layers
A rattlesnake's right there to bite your ass
And I can be so quiet and strike so fast
Like lightning bolts right out the sky go *blah
From outta nowhere, you might find your career
Come to an *err and I'm just like (Oh Yeah)"

[The ‘Tron shows Dante beating various wrestlers and clips of his feuds with Seifer, The Caines and Asshole Inc.

"Jealous little fucks beg for my attention but
I done told you once, I'm not the kind of attention you want
If I tell you twice, then I won't be so nice
If you keep coming back, that only means you know you lost the fight
They wanna talk shit, let em talk shit, cause they talk shit
Knowing deep down, they really just wanna squash it
Cause no one wants to walk around, stepping in dog shit
And get doo-doo on the shoe again, soon as they washed it
But the pride won't let em, inside's like 'go get em'
And I'm just like 'Why your tryna fight momentum'
We just keep winning, by landslides oh and umm ..
Meanwhile your minds on us, like mine's on Maria
And y'all is just like her, you're all fucking liars
But I just keep fucking you, like I fucked her
Right in the ass with KY, yes sir!"

[This cuts to clips of Dante locking up wrestlers with the DOA from various positions. Back in the arena, Dante is walking up the metal steps and stepping through the ropes. On the ‘Tron, it continues from there into shots of Dante holding up a World Title after different matches for his 4 World Title reigns. Back in the arena, Dante is standing on the 2nd turnbuckle as the PWT fans mostly cheer him here tonight.

[50 Cent]
"Ya homie got clapped on, man I don't care
The cops in my Nana crib, but I'm not there
It is what it is dogg, man life's not fair
Ya friend should've know not to front round here
Listen kid, where I'm from, the wolves smell fear
They'll strip yo ass of your jewels, right here
Man I'ma say this one time, now get this clear
Man you can catch a hot one like outta no where
A beautiful day, without drama is rare
Ya girl's a freak, man sometime we share
Yeah, I wear a condom and you go bare
You prolly heard about me, I'm a shown up player
In the hood politicking, like I'm running for mayor
riding, winding, dining and shining, know what I'm saying
I ain't got time for fucking around, and horse playing
I'm making hits, my homies taking hits, who's staying .."

Buffer" Then letssssssssss GET READYYYYYYYY TO RUMBLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"

[ Dante comes up to his feet wanting to really crank on that ankle and twist the knee. Nova does a push up trying to roll through, but Dante keeps his base wide trying not to be thrown off balance. Nova holds this push up for several seconds before slumping back to the mat. Richards moves in again asking Nova if he wants to quit.

" NOOOOOO!!"

[ Nova again kicks out...Dante slams his hand into the mat looking pretty frustrated. He drops the bombs on Nova again with some fists that would make Ali have that stroke all over again. He drags Nova up signaling he might be going for the "Game Time"(Pedigree/Fameasser variation) Dante hooks Nova like he is going for the pedigree, but Nova lifts him up the knee buckling with him, but somehow he manages to hold Dante, trying to hook his head for the Kryptonite Krunch. Dante scrambles down Nova's back getting free and reversing looking for the DOA..Nova has already taken a nap over this move before and is prepared for what it feels like right before he can lock it on. Nova jerks away going into a standing switch and ducking low to lift Dante up onto his shoulders looking for the C.O.D. Dante is also pretty well versed in what this move could do and rakes Nova's eyes to get free...Dante falls down face to face with Nova going for a clothesline on the temporarily blinded Caine. Nova ducks and Dante runs towards the ropes, Nova spins around and Dante hits the ropes, leaping to the second one and spring boarding off hooking Nova's head and driving him into the mat with the reverse DDT.

[ Dante hooks Nova going for the quick pin with a hand full of tights for extra insurance

[ The crowd this time gives that mixed pop for Dante once again and start to chant " Nikki!! Nikki!!"

[ Dante is the first to move slowly getting back to his feet. Nova rolls to his stomach pushing himself up onto his hands and knees. Dante sees his opportunity and goes for the mahistrol cradle...

[ Nova gets out

[ Dante and Nova fight back to their feet exchanging another flurry of fists with neither man getting the upper hand...Nova looks for that spear again and Dante sidesteps him sending him flying through the middle of the ropes and crashing to the floor. The ref moves in for the count out

[ Dante doesn't want the count out victory though as he steps through the ropes breaking the count. Nova crawls up onto his hands and knees next to the end of the ring and sees Dante's ugly stick propped against the corner. He grabs a hold of it with Dante not seeing this because he is to busy arguing with the ref. Dante shoves the ref away sizing Nova up who turns as Dante runs along the apron leaping with a Cactus Jack-ish style death defying clothesline dive. He leaps just as he realizes he is screwed and the front row audience right there can actually hear Dante say 'Fuck" as Nova brings up the Ugly Stick whacking him in the skull with it, a sickening thud echoing through the sold out arena

[ Blood trickles down Dante's face from a wound right over his left eyebrow. Nova rolls Dante back into the ring slowly climbing back up onto the ring apron favoring his leg big time now. Nova uses the ropes to springboard back in with the leg drop screaming more then Dante would as he lands on that bad leg, but he fights through the pain looking for the pin fall

[ Dante kicks out

[ Nova rakes at the wound on Dante's forehead, rabbit punching it to make sure what started as a trickle is now an open wound pouring blood.
Nova crawls to his feet looking exhausted, he turns picking Dante back up and trying for a suplex. Dante hooks his leg around Nova's inside leg blocking him from lifting him. Dante tries for his own suplex and Nova blocks, they break apart with Dante jerking Nova forward and damn near decapitating him with a short arm clothesline ala Jake Roberts. Dante wipes the blood from his eyes dropping a knee to Nova's sternum and then going for the pin fall.

[ NOO Nova's shoulder barely comes up off the mat as the three was going down

[ Dante again slams his hand down on the mat, he climbs to his feet wiping the blood away again and flicking it on Nova. He pulls the Cancerous one up to his feet sending him into the ropes and hitting an old school cross body

[ Nova again kicks out.

[ Nova falls on Dante and the ref makes the count

[ Dante gets the shoulder up

[ Nova hooks Dante’s head and drives him down onto the mat with the C.O.D.

[ Richards moves in for the count

Styles" YES!!"

[ The clock on the big screen reads zero and the bell is ringing. We see the small icon in the corner of the screen click over

Dante: 1

Nova: 2

Buffer" Here is your winner and NEWWWWWWWWWW CHAMPION!!! NOVACAINE!!!

[ Whisper comes over the security railing and into the ring. She looks at Nova with that confused what the hell do you want look and Nova says something to her mouthing the words "For Harmony" as he hands her the bucket. Whisper grins ear to ear in that devilish way of hers and then dumps the bucket on Dante's head. Covering his head and upper body in a mound of dirt and manure from a cow pasture...Whisper drops the bucket on Dante and kicks him sharply in the ribcage.

[ Nova is standing there holding his title smirking when his music cuts out.

[ The crowd pauses in showing their displeasure as the sound of someone "clapping" is heard over the sound system. BreAnna Black appears on the stage, dressed in a short little black skirt, a black corset top, and black knee high stiletto heeled boots. (Bre's idea of dressing for mourning).

[ She stands on the stage her hands still clapping at Nova's victory. She smiles, and then pulls a mic from under her arm.

"Well done Andrew ... You have stood before the people tonight and have finally settled the question that I'm sure all these fans were dying to have answered. Who really is the better man NovaCaine or Dante Cross."

[ She strolls across the top of the ramp with an air of cocky confidence

"I guess it would be appropriate for me to introduce myself ... I am BreAnna Black. Older sister to the late Nikki Black, while it was all nice and stuff how you people "honored" her, and how you are all "supporting" Dante during this difficult time. Don't you think you stupid morons should wake up and smell the coffee? "

[ Bre points down towards Dante

"Dante doesn't need to be supported right now, he is the one responsible for her death! She was just fine before going to see you ... I don't know what it is you said or you did to her, but I swear that I will find out! "

[ You can see the flare of hatred in her eyes when she speaks to the mound of dirt where Dante's head is buried. I guess hoping he can hear her through the dirt.

"I also think it's completely unfair for people to sit and blame Andrew for any of this ... After all he shouldn't be held responsible for what happened the night Nikki came to his room. Nikki was such a prude, I’m sure she probably teased Andrew. Hell for all I know she might have promised him sex if he would keep her precious little Dante safe. Sickening if you ask me.... That is what makes her and I different. She was weak ... always cared about what other people might think.. Always afraid to upset the boat.. Make people mad. Pathetic ..."

[ The fans realize they should be booing this new girl into the equation even if she is the sister of the dearly departed

"Which brings me to my real reason for being here ... This goes to PWT Management .... Looks like you have an opening on your roster ....where do I sign up? "

[ Bre turns to walk through the curtain, then pauses and turns back to the ring

"Oh, an Andrew.. Anytime you want to test the seats in a rental car ... give me a call."

[ Bre laughs and tosses the mic out into the audience as she steps through the curtains

Styles" Who cares...Nova is the CHAMP!!"