I Don’t Care About Anyone
You Know That I’m Better Off
I Don’t Care About Anyone
You Know That I’m Better Off

The sky view on the ramp does a slow fade into a front view and by the time it does, standing there with Stephanie McMahon-Margera is the one and only�?/P>

Corporate Icon.

Lily, "Making his way from Hartford Connecticut, he weighs in at 278 Pounds�?He is The "Corporate Icon"�?Taaaaaylor…�?STRONG> "WAAAAALLLLLLLLLSTREEEEEETT" McCAAAAAAALLLLLLLISTERRR!"

WallStreet looks around with a disgusted smirk on his face before he begins leading the way down the ramp. He walks with aggression as Stephanie follows.

Hellion, "There's The Man! There's Mr. MOD 2008!"

WallStreet gets down to the floor and glares a hole up into DSL as DSL looks incredibly focused, her eyes never leaving WallStreet. WallStreet climbs the stairs as Stephanie walks around the ring.

WallStreet stands up onto the Apron and looks out to the fans with a glare in his eye�?Despite his attitude there’s always gonna be some WallStreet marks and while we hear plenty of boos, we hear a good amount of cheers too. WallStreet looks back to DSL, Then begins to wipe his feet on the outside apron�?He stops in mid wipe, contemplates what he’s doing, and then spits down on the outside of the ring and enters.

The two slowly glare at each other as WallStreet’s theme fades away and referee Barry Carter calls for the bell.

DSL starts to head out of the corner but WallStreet puts up his hand for her to wait and uses his other hand to call out for a microphone.

Hellion, "A Pre-match WallStreet promo?! Yes!"

WallStreet, "I don’t think it’s any secret what’s gone on this past week�?I have taken DSL under my wing and trained her with the hopes and aspirations that she’d end up being the one person in this tournament who maybe able to knock me off……�?Now, I know that I Specifically said I WOULD NOT lay down for you here tonight, but, it seems that some people are blind, deaf, and dumb and somehow gathered that I was going to lay down to you�?I figure, if that’s the idea, why waste the next ten to sixty minutes of my life wrestling when we can just go with the flow of what they want here and I’ll just lay down."

The crowd boos as WallStreet b rings the mic down, looks at DSL, and raises his hands as if to say "What do ya say?"

DSL doesn’t look thrilled, but she sighs and shrugs, "Whatever."

WallStreet nods and tosses the mic out of the ring before he walks to the center and lays down.

Hellion, "Ugh. I can’t believe these douche bags –And I’m defiantly NOT talking about DSL and WallStreet- Just robbed me of this match."

DSL Walks over as the boos just increase and increase. Finally, she starts bending down, however, when she does WallStreet grabs her head and sweeps her legs taking her over in a small package as the crowd instantly cheers and Carter drops down ……………………�?……………………�?2 DSL kicks out and jumps to her feet in surprise as WallStreet pops up to a knee with a grin on his face and points to his head with his index finger.

Hellion, "GAH-HA! GOT-ER!"

DSL shakes her head and WallStreet gets up as the two begin to slowly circle each other, WallStreet’s arrogant smirk instantly coming out as DSL’s rolling her eyes and cussing under her breath. Finally, the two performers spring forward and catch each other in an intense elbow and collar grapple. It doesn’t take long before WallStreet starts charging her toward the corner as he out weighs her by damn near two hundred pounds, has almost a foot of height on her, and obviously has far more strength. He gets her into the corner and the ref comes in demanding a clean break. Slowly WallStreet and DSL break the grapple and WallStreet reaches up and gives her a small slap on the face before he begins strutting away ala Ric Flair. The crowd boos as WallStreet gets to the other side of the ring, hops up onto the corner and says, "OH YEAH DADDY! I’m *THAT* Good!"

WallStreet hops down, backing up and nodding his head at how great he is before he starts to turn around and CRAAAAAAACK! DSL Is standing in the center and bitch slaps him so hard he spins around in a full circle as the crowd erupts. He immediately grabs his face and get’s wide eyed with rage and surprise. WallStreet balls up his fist and goes for a big right hand but DSL ducks under, drops down, and wraps her arms around his ankles taking him off of his feet and to his chest. She leaps to her ass at his side and hooks a seated side headlock as the crowd is solidly behind her.

Hellion, "That’s not right!"
Holt, "Well, one thing WallStreet can’t forget is that he’s spent a week training Da Sweet Lunatic to be at his level. When you do that, you can’t come into the match arrogant and forgetting who you’re in the ring with. He started this thing out acting like it was just some nobody, but I think DSL’s looking to show him just how much she was paying attention over the course of the last week."

DSL has that side headlock tight applied as WallStreet’s trying to get his head back into the game. WallStreet puts his right hand down on the mat and starts pushing himself up. As he does he forces DSL to get to up to a knee, and then to her feet in order to try and maintain a leverage advantage. WallStreet scoops DSL up, takes her up in a high belly to back suplex but before he can drop back she back flips out of his grasp and lands on her feet behind WallStreet. WallStreet seems slightly perplexed as he turns around only for DSL to grab his head again and this time take him over with a quickly applied side headlock takedown. WallStreet let’s out a loud yell of frustration as the crowd is cheering, clearly glad to see DSL in the drivers seat. WallStreet twists in the headlock so that he’s back to his chest and she’s back to having a seated side headlock. Again he pushes himself up and thus forces her to come up with him in the middle of the ring. Realizing that trying to out muscle her and deliver that belly to back suplex only resulted in her showing her speed and agility, he opts not to go that route again. Instead he begins delivering hard fists into her abdomen region, backing her up a little with each shot till her back’s to the ropes. He wraps her around her waist, pulls her back, and then shoots her off the ropes forcing her to break the headlock as she darts across the ring. WallStreet comes rushing toward her looking for a big clothesline in the middle but she ducks under, grabs his arm, jumps up, wraps her legs around the opposite arm and uses all of her might and weight to make them drop back as she hooks a Crucifix pin on WallStreet. Carter drops down and counts …………………�?……………�?Not quite two as WallStreet kicks out with great power. WallStreet gets up quickly, turns around and when he does DSL grabs his head and takes him over with a big snapmare. WallStreet lands on his ass with his legs wide open so DSL darts back, hits the ropes, rushes forward, flips over WallStreet grabbing his head in the process and delivering a "Whip Lash" effect to WallStreet making his upper torso jolt forward with her and then snap back to his back holding his neck.

Hellion, "Shades of the late great "Mr. Perfect" Curt Hennig with that one."

DSL slides around and hooks the far leg as Carter drops down again and counts ………………………�?…………………�? Just two this time as WallStreet does another power kick out and rolls to his knees holding his neck. DSL gets up still looking focused as she looks at WallStreet pull himself up off the mat. DSL immediately hooks the front face lock, looking like she may want a DDT, But, we’ll never know as WallStreet drives her back hard into the corner. DSL immediately relinquishes her face lock as WallStreet stumbles back trying to shake the cobwebs out of his head. WallStreet finally regains his composure and bends down, darting forward looking for a spear like maneuver, however, DSL jumps up and leaps over WallStreet, grabbing his thighs as she goes down and looking for a Sunset flip�?WallStreet however grabs the ropes and thus she can’t take him over. WallStreet reaches down, grabs two big fist fulls of DSL’s hair, and throws her up off the back and back into the corner as the official begins admonishing McCallister for the grabbing of the hair. The Corporate Icon wastes no time once he has her in the corner and grabs the top rope with both hands before extending his leg out and placing his foot across her wind pipe. She grabs his foot and her legs begin kicking about as Carter demands a break and immediately begins putting his count to use ……�?……�?……�?……�?…�?WallStreet finally removes his foot from her throat as she gasps for air and Carter begins yelling at WallStreet. The Corporate Icon doesn’t seem to pay him any mind as he delivers a quick kick to the stomach of the Lunatic. DSL doubles over and WallStreet grabs her like he would for a vertical suplex, but just lifts her up far enough to sit her on the top turnbuckle. WallStreet climbs up, re-hooks her…�?/P>

Hellion, "This doesn’t look good for El Lunatico."

WallStreet leaps back and takes her with him as he delivers a superplex off the top. The crowd gasps as WallStreet floats over with a confident lateral press. Carter drops down and counts ………………………�?………………�?………�?Only two as DSL kicks out.

Hellion, "Gotta admire the intestinal fortitude of Da Sweet Lunatic. A lot of people would have just let their shoulders stay down after such a high impact maneuver."
Holt, "A lot of people wouldn’t have had a choice. What makes the Superplex such a bad move to be on the business end of isn’t just the damage it’ll do to your back, but, it also knocks the air right out of ya. If you can’t get some of that air back before the ref can count the three then the match is over."

WallStreet get’s up and doesn’t seem too thrilled with the official’s decision. He throws a few unkind words the official’s way and begins laying in so me hard stomps on the chest of the Lunatic. WallStreet walks around slowly, adjusting the waist of his trunks as DSL rolls over to her chest and is trying to pull herself up. WallStreet meets her as she’s coming to her feet and delivers a hard chop across the top of her chest. DSL grabs her chest turns around, and staggers away. She turns back around just in time to take another hard chop from WallStreet, this one making her stagger back into the corner. WallStreet grabs the top rope with his left hand and delivers another hard chop across the top of the chest of DSL. WallStreet then grabs her by the face and says, "COME ON! DID I JUST WASTE A WEEK?! DO SOMETHING DAMN IT!" WallStreet climbs up onto the second rope, grabs the turnbuckle pad with his left hand and begins driving hard rights into her head as the fans continue to boo.

Hellion, "Ya just heard the words from my man WallStreet�?‘Did I was a week? Do something.�?He really wants DSL to be the person to put him out of this tournament but he’s not gonna hand it to her. She’s gonna have to work for it. That’s the story they told all week despite that some tards were drooling on themselves and couldn’t grasp it."
Holt, "Well, Taylor and I have talked a lot and he just doesn’t wanta be here�?But that said, he’s not the type of guy who’s got it in him to just lay down."
Hellion, "Talked alot huh? Ya know back in the day he and Lily... Well... You know. Were you his modern day Lily?"
Holt, "That's got nothing to do with this match sir."
Hellion, "Gah-ha! That's so a yes!"

WallStreet’s on about his fifth or sixth right hand when DSL reaches out, wraps her arms around his large thighs, takes a couple of steps out and falls back making WallStreet land face first into the turnbuckle before falling back to his back. The booing crowd immediately begins to cheer as WallStreet’s holding his face in pain. WallStreet starts pulling himself up on the ropes as DSL starts pulling herself up in the middle. DSL gets upright as WallStreet leans on the ropes�?The Lunatic lunges forward looking for a clothesline but WallStreet grabs the top rope with both hands and drops down causing a Low Bridge effect as DSL’s own momentum sends her up and over the top to the floor at ringside. WallStreet takes a deep breath and then releases the rope and rolls under the ropes and out of the ring.

Hellion, "Uh-Oh, they’re right in front of us now, this could get rough."

DSL is pulling herself up on the Spanish announce table as WallStreet starts to walk her way. She turns around and WallStreet throws a hard right hand that makes her jump back and end up lying on the Spanish Announce table. WallStreet goes to pull himself up onto the table but trips over Ernie Schiavonie’s leg as he and Villian are sitting between the announce tables. WallStreet catches himself on the table, turns around, grabs a fist full of Ernie’s shirt yanking him out of his seat and then drills him with a hard right hand that sends him up and over the fan barricade. Surprisingly, a collection of fans actually pop for that.

Hellion, "GAH-HA! Nice!"

Villian stands up but WallStreet shoots him a glare and he immediately sits back down. WallStreet goes back to focusing on DSL and pulls himself up onto the commentary table as DSL is to her knees. WallStreet pulls her up and hooks her arms�?/P>

Hellion, "STOCK MARKET CRASH! YES! DO IT!"

WallStreet’s about to hit the Stock Market Crash when he sees Ernie Schiavonie standing up on the fans side of the barricade, nose pouring from his clearly broken nose. WallStreet releases one of her arms to point out to Ernie and say, "Get in my way again bitch-boy." Unfortunately this slight distraction provides DSL the ability to bring her other arm away from WallStreet’s grasp and then place her hands on her thighs and put all of her weight and strength behind a huge back body drop reversal that sends WallStreet up and over and crashing through the commentary table. DSL lands on her knees as WallStreet’s on his back breathing hard.

Hellion, "WallStreet was looking to finish her off for good but that distraction from Schia-douchebag allowed her the opportunity to counter with that huge back body drop."

The fans are on their feet, the excitement evident as they’re going wild and DSL is crawling toward the barricade while WallStreet slowly starts making small movements. DSL pulls herself up as WallStreet rolls to his chest. DSL leans back on the barricade, taking some deep breaths as WallStreet crawls to the empty chair that once held Schiavonie�?He pushes himself up and there stands Villain�?Villain goes for a big right but WallStreet blocks it, drives his hip up into Villains gut, grabs him by the back of the neck and the waist of his pants and ships him sailing over the fan barricade too. WallStreet takes some deep breaths holding his lower back and turns around�?When he does DSL is there and meets him with a kick to the gut. She goes to Irish whip him toward the ring however he reverses. Upon his reversal he turns to Hellion and taps his head saying "I Got this in the bag." Hellion is wide eyed and shaking his head and waving his arms�?/P>

Hellion, "NO! TURN AROUND!"

Upon DSL being sent to the ring she jumped up onto the ring apron, then leaped up to the top rope and just as WallStreet turns to see what Hellion’s screaming about she leaps back as flashes fill the arena�?She comes down and BAM! She nails WallStreet with so much force that they both end up going through the barricade and into the front row.

Holt, "Holy Cow! What a moonsault!"

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

Hellion, "There was so much force behind that Moonsault that they literally just broke through our barricade!"

Stephanie is at the guard rail looking on in horror and she insists that the official hurry up and check on WallStreet. Of course DSL isn’t exactly sittin pretty, but she’s not Steph’s concern. Security makes sure to keep the fans back and Carter comes over and checks on the two bodies. DSL had enough energy to roll off of WallStreet, but now they’re both lying on their backs breathing hard as the capacity crowd is on their feet.

Hellion, "It’s kind of ironic�?All the speculation was that WallStreet was just going to lay down. That he was going to give the match to DSL�?Well let me tell ya, from this seat it doesn’t look like anything’s being "given" to anybody. I guess it just goes to show that internet rumors are a lot like Monica Lewinski in the 90s�?They’re over talked about and completely suck."

As Carter’s contemplating calling for the medics, The Lunatic slowly begins to roll over to her chest. The fans immediately start to cheer, glad to see she’s capable of moving at all after that insane high risk maneuver. She slowly starts crawling to the nearest seat and starts pulling herself up as fans rush to slap her back and encourage her. She slowly gets to her knees, and then starts pushing herself up to her feet as the crowd is going absolutely crazy.

Crowd: DEE ES EL! DEE ES EL! DEE ES EL! DEE ES EL! DEE ES EL!

She turns around breathing hard and holding her chest as she looks over and sees WallStreet just starting to try and roll to his chest. The Lunatic comes over, grabs two fist fulls of his hair and uses all of her strength to slowly lift him up to his feet. She drags him by the hair and they walk over the broken down barricade and start heading toward the ring. Carter slides in ahead of them and DSL rolls WallStreet into the ring. DSL Slides in, goes around to the other side of WallStreet and drops down over top of him desperately as Carter drops down …………………………�?……………………………�?………………………………�?Carter’s hand grazes the mat for three when he notices that WallStreet was just able to put his foot up on the ropes. Carter jumps up and calls the two count. DSL falls back on her knees, a look of frustration and near defeat on her face as she looks up trying desperately to figure out a way to beat the man they call WallStreet. DSL gets up as WallStreet rolls over and starts grabbing the ropes. DSL holds her chest some more, perhaps she hurt it when she collided with WallStreet on that big Moonsault? Who knows. WallStreet slowly pulls himself up on the ropes as DSL heads his way. She grabs him by the wrist and goes for an Irish whip but WallStreet swings around and reverses sending DSL across the ring. She comes back, WallStreet catches her, swings around and BAM! A huge Triple H/Arn Anderson style spinebuster out of no where. The fans erupt, some with boos, but at this stage in the match a lot with cheers. WallStreet falls back with a hold of her far leg as Carter drops down and counts …………………………�?……………………�?…………………………�?GAH! Just a quarter inch from three but she kicks out!

Hellion, "WALLSTREET PROGRESSES! WAIT! GAH! NO!"

WallStreet drops back on his knees and looks at the official in disbelief as he puts up three fingers. The ref shakes his head and reaffirms that it was only two. WallStreet snaps his head back to get his hair out of his face as he’s deeply breathing.

Holt, "Perhaps WallStreet made a mistake by training DSL and forcing her to up her game."
Hellion, "WallStreet doesn’t make mistakes woman!"

WallStreet pulls himself up as DSL rolls to her chest. DSL starts getting up as WallStreet stumbles back and catches himself on the ropes. He’s probably still a little out of it after that big moonsault. DSL gets to her feet and when she does WallStreet bounces off the ropes and DSL turns just in time to take a powerful clothesline from the Corporate Icon. The crowd boos as WallStreet covers her again. ……………………�?……………�?…………………�? Just shy of three but she kicks out again. WallStreet pulls himself up, grabs his ribs and starts stomping at DSL in frustration.

WallStreet, "THAT’S IT!"

WallStreet locks his hands in a taunt similar to that which Chris Masters used to taunt the Masterlock.

Hellion, "Oh Boy�?He’s gonna make her tap!"
Holt, "I don’t know�?

WallStreet goes around and grabs her legs�?He takes a couple of breaths and then turns her over locking in The Dollar Sign (Walls of Jericho).

Hellion, "DOLLAR SIGN! Bada Bam, Bada Bing, It’s all over folks."

DSL Screams in pain as Carter is quick to ask her if she wants to give up. DSL Shakes her head and grabs at her hair in pain.

Holt, "I can’t imagine the amount of pain she must be in."
Hellion, "I know! Tap damn it!"

DSL is practically weeping she’s in so much pain, but, she just refuses to tap out. The crowd is on their feet and their getting loud�?/P>

Crowd: DEE ES EL! DEE ES EL! DEE ES EL! DEE ES EL! DEE ES EL! DEE ES EL! DEE ES EL! DEE ES EL! DEE ES EL!

She pushes herself up off the mat and we see her face�?there are indeed genuine tears, but, a look of determination and desire that I’m not sure we’ve ever seen. She begins to crawl on her forearms and despite the vast size different, Believe it or not she’s actually forcing WallStreet to move with her. Granted, it’s an inch or less at a time, but it’s something.

Hellion, "Where’s she getting this drive from?!"

Crowd: DEE ES EL! DEE ES EL! DEE ES EL! DEE ES EL! DEE ES EL! DEE ES EL! DEE ES EL! DEE ES EL!

Holt, "If I had to guess, I’d say that a combination between her burning desire to beat this man WallStreet and twenty thousand plus rallying desperately behind her."