We open up seeing Missy standing in the ring across from former ICWA Members Kristilin Flint-Flair and Justine. They glair each other down and shoot for each other as the scene fades into a later portion of the match. At this point DSL has run down to aid her friend, only to be attacked by Kristilin and laid down. However, as Kristilin is beating on DSL here attention has drifted from the match at hand and Missy has found her feet behind her. Missy quickly rushes over and spins Kristilin around. Kristilin tries to go for a chair shot on Missy but Missy delivers a stiff kick into the gut of Kristilin, followed by an eye rake which makes Kristilin drop the chair and grab her face. Missy then kicks Kristilin in the gut again and brings her head between her legs. She hoists Kristilin up so that her legs are in the air, but Missy holds her for a few seconds before she eventually drops, hitting a stalling piledriver. Kristilin bounces out of Missy’s legs and lands on her back as Missy gets up and goes over to check on DSL. As Missy is checking on DSL Justine runs toward Missy looking for a clothesline. Missy happens to glance back so she backs up a couple feet and ducks. Justine stops and turns around just in time to see Missy Leap. Missy wraps her legs around Justine’s head and hits a Hurrincarana but instead of sending Justine flying, she grabs her legs and has a pinning situation. Hebnar counts ……�?……�?……�?! Justine kicks out but just a second too late as Kristilin is too her feet but didn’t get to her feet quickly enough to break up the pin. Kristilin runs at Missy but Missy drops and rolls under the bottom rope. Missy pulls DSL out of the ring, as DSL holds her neck and head. DSL and Missy head to the back as Kristilin stands in the ring, clearly pissed. Finkle, "Ladies and Gentlemen, Your winner�?AND THE NUMBER 1 CONTENDER TO THE WOMEN’S CHAMPIONSHIP…�?MISSY_BYTCCHHH!" The scene fades to later on in the night Where Akasha makes her ICWA Return by attacking Missy and DSL with a steal chain, leaving them both laid out. Akasha walks over to Missy and pulls her head up by her blonde hair, she is clearly out of it. Akasha says, "I know that you’re getting really comfortable as queen bitch in this place, but you were a substitute and now the real Queen has arrived to take her thrown. So next week you go play with Heather McMahon and get yourself a pretty little title so that this way when I beat you and�?(She gets an almost euphoric look on her face as she says�? Bloooooddy you……�?(Her look goes back to normal), I get more out of it than just your blood on my hands……�?(smirks) Although that will certainly be a delight too." With that she pushes Missy’s face back down, letting it bounce off the cement as Akasha walks off into the shadows. With that the scene fades into next week. Once the camera catches up with the action backstage the crowd erupts, seeing an enraged Missy Bytch bouncing Akasha’s face off of a table. Her head bounces up like a basketball, but Missy shows no sign of being finished. Missy grabs Akasha’s head in a front face lock (set up to the DDT), jumps, spins, and delivers a Tornado DDT Through the table, shattering it to pieces as the crowd erupts. Missy rolls over on top of Akasha and begins slapping at her face as a flood of ICWA staff come pouring out. Road Warrior Animal wraps his arms around her waist and hoist her up and off Akasha as she is kicking and screaming, attempt to get back to thumping the Vampiric Queen. The crowd is going nuts as Kevin Nash is also there, attempting to calm the irate contender to the Women’s title. Akasha is motionless as the trainers are looking over her. The crowd is firmly in support of Missy as they are going wild. Animal and Nash remove Missy from the area. As The cameras go off of Missy being carted away and get back to Akasha, we see that she has regain consciousness and is slowly getting up with a helping hand from ICWA’s head trainer, Danny Young. Akasha stands, "That bitch is mine�? With that we fade to a little later in the night�?/FONT> …soon realizing we are in the women’s locker room. There is a bunch of people surrounding a laid out Missy Bytch who has a little blood trickling from her forehead. A trainer ask, "What the Hell happened?!" DSL who is standing over the mess says, "I don’t know, I went out to have a smoke and when I came back she was like this…�?I’d bet it was that bitch Akasha�? The trainer who we just chased speaks up and says, "I wouldn’t count on it�? DSL and the main trainer Danny Young both shift their attention to the secondary trainer who says, "We just had the EMTs come in and pick up Akasha near the parking lot where she had sustained similar injuries to what I’m seeing here." Young, "Go get another medic team in here�? The trainer nods and rushes back out the door as the cameras look over Missy and JR says, "What the Hell�?/FONT>…�? We then fade into the conclusion of the Women’s title match taking place the following week where WallStreet has placed the vacated women’s strap up between Akasha and Missy Bytch. Akasha wipes the blood from her face as Bytch begins to get to her feet. Akasha runs at her but is met with a kick to the gut, which Bytch follows with a DDT. She covers. 1�?.2…�?3!!!!! We have a women’s Champion! Finkle, "YOUR WINNER, AND THE NEW ICWA WOMEN’S CHAMPION…�?MISSY BYTCH!" Missy celebrates in the ring when someone suddenly slides in out of no where. We see that it’s Krystin Price. Kristin has a smirk on her face as she applauds the show from the Women’s champion and the challenger who is stirring on the mat. JR, "I’m not sure what this is about." Krystin grabs Missy by the hair and gives her a small kiss in the lips making the crowd erupt, before she reaches behind her and WHAM! JR, "BAH GAWD, IS THAT A FRYING PAN?!" Krystin apparently was stashing a small frying pan in the back of her pants. She smirks as Missy lays on the mat, barely moving as her hands are on her head. In the corner of her eye she sees Akasha getting up. As Akasha get to her feet�?BAM! Frying pan over the head! Carl, "Guess she couldn’t jump out of the proverbial frying pan�? Krystin smirks as she’s handed a microphone and says, "Awe, Missy�?Don’t be mad, you look at home on your back�?Don’t worry about rading the locker room, the search is already over�? She gives a sarcastic kiss to the air and drops the mic as System by Chester Bennington blast over the PA and she rolls out of the ring and heads up the ramp.

Jacob Mitchell.

WallStreet, "Hey kid�?Bobby Johnson is my teammate, and he has my full support�?But I just want to let you know that if he doesn’t come out on top of the main event tonight, I have no question that you will be the reason why, as well as the ICWA Heavyweight Champion (crowd pops)�?When that happens, you should see me, I’ve got a few opportunities for ya…You’re a sharp kid and personally, I haven’t seen anyone so young with as much undisputable, pure talent since myself at 21�?Get a hold of me later Jake�?I won’t be hard to fine, I’ll be the one covered in fine Wine and Women as I celebrate my victory�?Perhaps we can even mesh celebration parties."

With that WallStreet gives Mitchell a pat on the shoulder and walks around him as we fade from Mitchell’s unchanged, emotionless face, to the ring where that ominous steal cage hangs.

JR, "That was interesting�?

With that we go to the front row right beside the Spanish announce table where we see Alexis Davis sitting in a black leather coat, a pink shirt, and a pair of crutches leaning on the black barricade separating the crowd from the ring area. She gets a soft smile as a customized ICWA Graphic comes up on the screen�?/FONT>

The lights go out in the arena as the fans grow loud with anticipation. War Machine by KISS echoes through the arena as Taz’s video plays on the Titan Tron. An orange spot like sweeps the arena like a prison light searching for an escaped convict. This makes the crowd get even louder as they now believe that Taz could be coming from anywhere in the Arena. At nearly a minute into the song a blast of orange pyro explodes on the stage and then with a black towel over his head comes Taz at the same time that the singer says �?Better Watch Out, Cause I’m A War Machine!

Finkle, "The following bout is a Hell in the Cell match! If Taz is able to win this bout he will determind the next Tag Team Title defense for WallStreet and James, as well as who WallStreet faces at the ICWA Royal RUMBLEEE! However, should Taz win, he will be forced to serve the Entourage as WallStreet sees fit for one month! Already on his way to the ring�?From the Red Hook section of Brooklyn, he weighs in this evening at 242 pounds�?He is TAZZZZZZ!"

Taz walks down the ramp with his aggressive bad ass walk as JR and Heyman can be heard arguing over the abilities of the man labeled the Human Suplex Machine. Taz gets to ringside, climbs the stairs, and enters the ring. As he bends over to enter the ring the towel falls of his head. He stands in the corner of the ring with his arms crossed, just waiting for the referee to ring the bell so that he can chalk up Just Another Victim.

As he waits the lights go out as Green Lasers shoot from the stage and �?A target=_top href="http://a420.v8383d.c8383.g.vm.akamaistream.net/7/420/8383/3b858b51/mtvrdstr.download.akamai.com/8512/wmp/4/9052/graphics.msnw?action=get_message&mview=0&ID_Message=10920&LastModified=4675710924949166064&all_topics=1">Piggy Bank�?by 50 Cent begins blasting over the PA.

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With that WallStreet comes out from behind the curtain as the crowd pops. He stands, his head down as he simply stands under the Dementa-Tron, soaking up the crowd and the music.

Finkle, "And his opponent�?Hailing from Hartford Connecticut and weighing in at 286 pounds�?He is the ICWA CEO and Chairman, as well as One Half of the ICWA Tag Team Champions�?The WallStreet Brawler Mr. Taylor McCAAAALLLLISTERRRRR!"

WallStreet makes his way down the ramp, glaring into the ring, never letting his focus be broken.

JR, "This one is gonna be a barn burner, there’s no question!"
Heyman, "WallStreet has yet to suffer defeat inside of a steal cage of ANY sort�?Hell in a Cell, open topped cage, it doesn’t matter�?Mr. McCallister is arguably the single greatest performer of all time."
JR, "I will not argue that WallStreet can get it done in the ring�?He’s a great athlete and has proven it time and time again, BUT, he has the morals of an ally cat and frankly, I believe this would be a much better place without his presence!"
Heyman, "Perhaps you’d rather work for Bryant Montgomery?"
JR, "Awe Hell no�?
Heyman, "How about her�?you know who I mean�?From down south�?
JR, "I’d pitch manure first�?and ironically there wouldn’t be much of a difference in jobs!"
Heyman laughs and says, "But I do believe I’ve made my point, No?"
JR, "I didn’t say that there weren’t evils worse than WallStreet, just saying that he’s not exactly the greatest option himself�?But yes Paul, your point has certainly been made."

At this time WallStreet is arriving at ringside. He walks around the steal steps, places his knee on the canvas and pulls himself up onto the ring as the Hell in a Cell is slowly declining from the sky. He turns around, placing his back against the ropes as he glares out to the crowd, then turns his head to Alexis, smirking briefly as she glares at him. WallStreet snaps around and enters the ring between the second and third ropes as he then flexes his back, making the crowd pop as his already ripped chest and abdomens bulge out further. The crowd pops despite their hatred for WallStreet as WallStreet leans back in the counter, glaring across the ring at Taz, neither performer showing any emotion as the music fades, the lights readjust, and the cage slowly comes down onto the floor.

As the cage finally hits the floor referee Teddy Long calls for the bell as WallStreet and Taz continue to glare at each other. Finally WallStreet steps out of his corner as does Taz, the two slowly coming to center ring. Finally out of no where they seemingly get the same idea at the same time and begin exchanging devastating right hands that would make even Mike Tyson and Vatali Klitchco cringe. The two keep going like a couple of lumberjacks hell bent on dropping an all might oak. Slowly they begin to wear down as their once rapid punches are growing fewer, however Taz realizes that when it comes to slower power punches he’s gonna be put out fast by the clearly much more powerful WallStreet so he quickly latches the Corporate Icon and hoist him up and over in an overhead Taz-plex, sending WallStreet on his back with his feet under the bottom ropes in the corner. The crowd pops as Taz has struck that oh so fatal, metaphorical, First Blood. WallStreet holds his back as Taz walks over and latches him into a modified Dragon Sleeper, showing absolutely no mercy as WallStreet screams out in pain. His legs are under the ropes, however a Hell in a Cell is no DQ, so that becomes absolutely irrelevant. WallStreet realizes this so he puts on foot down flat on the mat, and then a second, pulling himself up in a Matrix like fashion. This forces Taz to get up from his knee and stand on his feet, still holding the lock on WallStreet. The Brawler reaches back around the ass of Taz and locks his hands as he uses all of his strength to continue getting himself upright as he picks Taz up off the canvas and ends up with him up in the formation for a Tombstone piledriver, however, before WallStreet can deliver a Tombstone, if that was indeed his intention, Taz pushes up and slides down the back of WallStreet. WallStreet spins around and is met with a graceful Northern Lights Release Suplex. WallStreet again flies across the ring and lands hard as the crowd goes wild. He rolls over to his knees and starts getting up as Taz walks over and hooks his head and then tosses the Icon’s arm over his head, locking in the set up for a Vertical Suplex. Taz goes to deliver the suplex but WallStreet blocks the move. He goes for it again and again is blocked, WallStreet suddenly delivers a couple of stiff knees to the gut, locks the arms and falls back delivering a Double Arm DDT. The crowd boos as WallStreet gets up and stumbles slightly as he found himself quickly being thrown around in the opening of the bout. WallStreet leans back on the ropes and clears his head as Taz is slowly getting to his knees. WallStreet shakes the cobwebs outs as Taz gets up but is still bent over. The Corporate Icon runs ahead and lifts his knee, driving it into the head of Taz and making him fall back to the mat. The crowd continues to boo as WallStreet just glares out at them. The Corporate Icon reaches down, grabbing Taz’s legs, and lifts them up, separating them before he delivers a stiff stomp to the package, releasing Taz’s legs as he rolls over, grabbing himself in pain.
JR, "Well that’s as legal as a headlock in this bout, but it damn sure doesn’t make it right!"
Heyman, "It’s not about being right, it’s about being the winner!"
WallStreet smirks as the crowd boos him and Taz holds himself. He grabs Taz by the head and guides him up before grabbing his wrist and delivering an Irish Whip, sending him across the ring and into the corner. WallStreet stands back in the opposite corner and smirks before he runs across the ring with the speed and power of an all mighty Clydesdale, only for Taz to bend down, hoist him up, and send WallStreet flying up and over the turnbuckles, landing hard on the floor and nailing his leg down across the steal stairs as he attempted to evade the steal stairs by directing himself to the side. The crowd goes nuts as WallStreet grabs his leg and holds it in pain. Taz exits the ring and grabs WallStreet’s leg as he begins stomping at the back of the knee, attempting to further the injury. After a few solid kicks he drops the leg and gets around WallStreet, grabbing him by the hair and guiding him up to his feet. WallStreet gets up and Taz grabs him by the back of the head and begins grinding his face into the steal cage and begins using it like a cheese grader on the Corporate Icon’s face. WallStreet screams out in pain as the crowd is going wild. Finally Taz stops, turns the Brawler around, locks him in a front waste lock, and delivers an over head belly to belly suplex, sending him flying and landing hard on the black mats at ringside. Taz walks over as WallStreet is slowly rolling to his knees, holding that back again. Taz hoist him up, grabs him by the back of the head, and begins smacking his face off the steal post like a basketball. After a few times of doing this he lets go of WallStreet. WallStreet stumbles back, seemingly out on his feet as he turns so if he falls, he won’t collide with the ring, and in a fashion similar to Ric Flair he drops hard on his chest as the crowd pops. Taz smirks as he grabs WallStreet’s arm and neck, and then locks in the Tazmission as he falls backwards, making the crowd erupt. WallStreet is struggling to hold on as Taz has in synched in.
JR, "TAZMISSION! HE’S GOT THE TAZMISSION LOCKED ON!!! WallStreet has yet to be defeated by submission, but he’s yet to be subjected to the TAZMISSION!!!"
Heyman, "COME ON BOSS!!"
Taz keeps the hold locked in just as tight as he can as WallStreet is beginning to lose consciousness. He slowly fades off as referee Teddy Long is at ringside and begins lifting the right arm of WallStreet. He drops it and counts 1. He again raises the arm, and again upon the release it drops down as Long counts 2. He Raises it once more, and it begins to drop but as it does WallStreet wraps his fingers around the steal cage and Teddy Long declares that WallStreet is able to continue. WallStreet isn’t showing a lot of movement, but he is clutching that steal cage for dear life. He begins rolling a bit, trying desperately to get up but despite the power advantage, he just cannot get himself out of this hold. He does, however, manage to use all of his power and roll himself to his chest, which puts his right arm under the ring. Taz keeps the move locked but suddenly from under the ring that arm comes out, throwing a fist full of white powder into the Human Suplex Machine’s face. Taz releases the hold and throws himself back off of WallStreet, wiping at his eyes rapidly in an attempt to regain his vision as WallStreet has yet to move, still seemingly lifeless from that Tazmission. Taz gets up, still attempting to wipe his eyes as WallStreet is slowly pulling himself under the ring, seemingly attempting to get away from Taz anyway he can. Taz, who’s vision is questionable to say the least, does happen to notice that WallStreet’s legs are sticking out from under the canvas and are slowly going under the ring, so he grabs WallStreet by the legs and begins yanking him out. As he does WallStreet rolls over to his back, reviling a Fire Extinguisher, which he sprays right into Taz’s face, nailing him with a huge blast of dry Ice. Taz grabs his face and stumbles away as WallStreet reaches back under the ring, grabbing a Sledgehammer as he slowly pulls himself up.
JR, "Oh come on�?I know it’s no disqualifications but get that thing to Hell outta there!"
WallStreet gets up, his back turned to Taz, who also has his back to WallStreet. Taz turns around, still blinded from the fire extinguisher and powder as he stumbles forward only for WallStreet to spin around and lunge at him, nailing him right between the eyes with the Sledgehammer. Taz spins in the air and lands on his chest, bringing his hands up to his face briefly before they go out to his sides. WallStreet leans back against the ring as comes into eye contact with Alexis Davis in the front row. This brings a smirk to WallStreet’s face as he grabs Taz by the neck and guides him up. When Taz is pulled to his feet we see a trail of blood coming from his forehead. WallStreet smirks and slams the Human Suplex Machine face first against the Cage wall. He begins grinding his face against the steal as he smirks, keeping his eyes locked with Alexis�?the entire time. Finally he pulls Taz back, turns him around, and delivers an Irish whip, sending him across the floor, nailing the steal stairs hard with his back. WallStreet adjust the waist band of his tights and points over to Alexis as to say ‘This’ll be you.�?. Alexis glares at her ex-lover and begins cheering on Taz, who is still leaning back against the steal stairs. WallStreet sizes Taz up, runs forward looking for a Mick Foley style high knee but Taz quickly rolls out of the way as WallStreet nails the stairs and flips up and over, landing on the other side of the stairs. The crowd is going wild as WallStreet holds his knee in pain and Taz pulls himself up to his feet. Taz walks around the steal stairs where he sees WallStreet on his side, nursing that knee. Taz reaches down, grabbing a fist full of WallStreet’s hair as he picks him up and slides him into the ring. Taz rolls in behind him, standing up and seemingly stalking the ICWA Chairman. WallStreet pulls himself up slowly and turns around only to be locked up, and then thrown back with a vicious T-Bone Suplex. Taz walks over, drops down, and hooks the far leg as Teddy Long counts …………�?……………�?……………�?WallStreet just barely gets his shoulder up before Long can hit the three. Taz sighs as he gets up and again grabs a fist full of WallStreet’s long hair. He guides WallStreet up to his feet and turns him around, starting to hook him up in another Tazmission which makes the crowd erupt. However, their cheers quickly fade away as WallStreet swings his leg back and delivers a stiff kick between the legs of Taz as Taz drops back holding himself and WallStreet drops down to his knees, attempting to regain his thoughts. WallStreet crawls over to the ropes and pulls himself up as he turns around, seeing Taz laying down there, helpless. WallStreet goes over and grabs the Human Suplex Machine by the legs, twisting him over and locking on The Dollar Sign (Walls of Jericho). The crowd erupts with boos as Taz screams out in pain. WallStreet has himself positioned in the center of the ring, his eyes locked with those of Alexis in the front row. WallStreet gets a huge smirk on his face, feeling the match coming into his favor as he begins talking shit toward Alexis. Finally Alexis gets up and says something to the security guards near her. They grab her, both of em placing a hand under Alexis�?armpit and their other hand on her wrists as the pick her up and set her on the otherside of the barricade. Handing her, her crutches as she stands on the ringside of the barricade. Alexis rushes (as much as one on crutches can) around the cage till she gets to the locked door. She reaches into the pocket of her black leather jacket and withdraws a key, which she uses to unlock the pad lock and then undo the chain holding the door closed.
Heyman, "HOW THE HELL DID SHE GET THE KEY TO THE HELL IN A CELL!!!"
She opens the door and walks hobbles into the ring as she is now facing WallStreet’s back. She slides her crutches into the ring and then slides herself into the ring as we see that her right ankle is heavily braced. She gets a hand from the official, getting up and grabbing her crutches as she does, but WallStreet isn’t a complete idiot and can hear the commotion behind him, so just as Taz looks about ready to throw in the Towel, WallStreet releases the hold and turns around, seeing Alexis with her crutch raised in the sky, probably wanting to strike the Icon from behind. She freezes up as WallStreet lunges forward and shoves her, making her fall back into the corner, dropping her crutches.

WallStreet gets a sadistic grin on his face as he approaches Alexis. He gets within inches of her when she throws her good leg forward, nailing WallStreet in the Corporate Icon so to speak. WallStreet doubles over and turns around where he sees Taz has come to his feet. Taz goes to hook WallStreet but he suddenly drops down to his knees and delivers an uppercut low blow. The crowd boos as Taz doubles over and WallStreet gets up with a smirk on his face. He hooks Taz and then BAM!

Heyman, "GAH-HA! STOCK MARKET CRASH!"

WallStreet nailed The Stock Market Crash (Pedigree) and then turns Taz over, covering him as Teddy Long counts ………�?…………�?……………�?!

Finkle, "Your winner via PINFALL, The WallStreet Brawler, Mr. TAYLOR_McCALLLLLLLISSSSSSTTTTTTERRRRR!!"

WallStreet turns around and smirks as he sees Alexis with a look of concern on her face. WallStreet gets chest to chest with her again and again she knees him between the legs but he just smiles as he grabs her by the hair and throws her down to the mat. WallStreet reaches into his tights and withdraws a nut cup, making the crowd boo as he then replaces it into his tights. WallStreet stands over Alexis with an evil look on his face as she is basically helpless.

Suddenly the crowd erupts and the camera angle switches to the ramp where Y2Jesus is darting down the ramp, ignoring his injured right knee as he runs with great speed. He swings around the cage, through the door, and slides in, shoving WallStreet’s back, making him stumble several feet away from Alexis. Jesus jumps over Alexis and begins exchanging hard right hands with WallStreet as the crowd goes wild. Alexis however sees that this is her opportunity to exact some revenge on the Corporate Icon so she grabs her crutches and pulls herself up as Taz has rolled under the bottom rope and has yet to move on the floor. Alexis gets up and releases her left crutch as she holds the right in her hand as if it were a club or a baseball bat. Y2Jesus and WallStreet have been slugging it out, but Jesus has been the clear aggressor as he gets WallStreet in the corner and continues driving his right hands into WallStreet’s face.

Finally Alexis gets over and puts her hand on Jesus�?shoulder. Y2J looks over and Alexis asks him to back off and let her get her licks in. Jesus smirks and puts up his hands as to say ‘Have at it�? He takes a step back as Alexis whines up and�?SMACK!"

JR, "WHAT THE HELL?!?!?!"
Heyman, "SHE HIT JESUS!"

Sure enough Alexis swung right around and clocked Y2J upside the head, dropping him like a ton of bricks as WallStreet gets a huge smirk in the corner. WallStreet steps out of the corner and grabs Jesus by the hair, pulling him up as Alexis steps outside the ring and slowly attempts to walk up the ropes, one rope at a time. WallStreet delivers a kick to the gut of an already pretty much unconscious Y2Jesus, props him between his legs, and then without an further ado�?/P>

JR, "AWE FOR GOD’S SAKES!"

The crowd is booing as WallStreet stays on his knees and rolls Jesus over, holding his arms down to the mat, although that seems pointless as Y2J is lifeless at this point. He looks up to the top rope where Alexis has managed to balance herself despite her fractured Ankle.

WallStreet can be heard yelling, "NAIL HIS ASS LEX!"

On cue she leaps, hitting a surprisingly decent Shooting Star Press on Y2Jesus as the crowd’s boos grow even louder. WallStreet stands up and helps Alexis up as the two grin. WallStreet and Alexis gaze into each others eyes, still smirking, as they lean in and give each other a deep, passionate kiss as the crowd continues to boo.

Heyman, "How sweet�?I guess she’s not a hussy after all!"
JR, "This is completely repulsive! You mean to tell me that this has been a sick, twisted, GAME all along?!"

With that ‘Piggy Bank�?by 50 Cent blast over the PA as WallStreet picks up Alexis, walks over to the ropes and gently places her down on the ring, and then exits between the second and third ropes. He pulls Her out and carries her as the Hell in a Cell has raised just enough for him to duck under it and head up the ramp. They get about half way up the ramp and he gently sets her on her feet as they raise their arms in triumph.

JR, "This is completely appalling!"

With that we go to the back where Michael Cole is standing by with James.

Cole, "In just a couple of minutes you defend your nWWF Championship in what is perhaps the most difficult and athletically sound title defense that you’ve had to date, do you think you can not only retain your championship but also win his in his own match?!"

James smirks and says, "Not only do I think I can but I am certain that I will�?I mean if I don’t, than we are forced to listen to the pointless ramblings of this jackass about how great and magnificent he is for all eternity�?Yes, I will definitely obtain glory and have my name cemented in the record books as the last, and most dominate nWWF Champion of all time. My name may have been superceded by Ryan Ross in the year book, but in the ICWA Record Books, Ryan Ross will never be more than a spec on my glorious and heavily written name!"

With that cameras go to the back where a Limo is sitting, running in the parking lot. The camera pans out and WallStreet is still carrying Alexis as the two are laughing and joking about. The limo driver opens the back door as WallStreet says, "Back to the Hotel oh nobel Stead! And double speed!"

The driver nods and waits for WallStreet to enter the limo with Alexis before he shuts the door behind them, rushes to the front of the limo, and takes off.

With that we switch over to Bobby Johnson who is seen with Shawn Allen.

Allen, "Handle it man�?

Allen pats Johnson on the shoulder and Bobby takes a deep breath and heads out the door as we switch over to the nWs locker room where Jacob Mitchell is standing, surrounded by Seifer, Omen, Mace, and even Kill Switch. No words are needed as Jacob simply matches eyes with each of them, and exchanges nods. Mitchell gives a concluding nod and turns, heading out of the locker room as we than switch over to Brock Lesnar who is in his room with Torrie Wilson-Lesnar.

Torrie, "Good luck baby�?

Brock smiles and the two exchange a kiss as he follows suit, heading out of his locker room as the scene fades to Ryan Michaels who is alone in his locker room. However, the door opens and in walks Blaze Inferno to a huge pop.

Ryan, "You’re Back?!"

Blaze smiles, "I couldn’t miss your big match�?I believe in ya Ryan, go out there and go the distance�?

Ryan smiles and the two shake hands, and even share a hug as he walks around Blaze and heads out as we go over to Y2Jesus who is getting a neck rub from Amethyst as Ice is psyching him up.

Ice, "Forget what happened earlier�?It’s not important�?What IS important is winning the ICWA Heavyweight Championship! Everything else can be handled later�?Just get that strap!"

Jesus nods as he gets up off the leather couch and heads out the door and finally we fade to Matt Matlock’s locker room where he stands with……�?eh…�?well never the less just like everyone else he too heads out as JR says, "Well it’s become that time�?Let’s show ya how This One, Came to be�?

WallStreet, "See, in 2 weeks we are going to have what I have labeled a "Impress The Boss" match. And in this match will be Brock Lesnar (Crowd boos), Shawn Allen (Crowd boos), Taz (Crowd pops), Mace (Crowd erupts), And several other ICWA top names. And on that ramp will be a rather comfortable leather chair which will lay host to me very attractive ass (Crowd pops a bit). And I’m going to watch, as every 3 Minutes I will change the stipulations of the match. I will continue to do this until there are 6 People remaining in the ring. Then I am taking those 6 people and I have decided that we will have, for the first time in the ICWA An Elimination Chamber Match (Crowd pops). And the winner of the Elimination Chamber will become the ICWA HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD!!!" WallStreet, "So, two weeks from Tonight, all you guys in the back�?Be prepared to Impress The Boss!" 2 Weeks Later�?/FONT> We see highlights of the 6 Elimination Chambers making their way to the ring for the Impress The Boss Match. From there we see highlights of the match. We see Shane Allen being eliminated by being disrobed, Jack Memphis losing his job, and the near fall of Ryan Michaels. We proceed on and see Sean O’Haire getting F5ed through a glass table, Jacob Mitchell obtaining the Immunity brief case, Pitbull finding her way out of the chamber�?We see Ryan Michaels and Dark Angel fighting their way through the back and we see Scott Jensen attempting to aid Y2Jesus only to find himself nearly crippled at his hands. Finally we draw to the conclusion where Matt Matlock is being held in Bobby Johnson’s modified Tazmission and Scott Jensen is in that modified Lion tamer as WallStreet calls the next fall as being a Submission’s match. With limited hesitation Scott Jensen taps and we conclude who will be in the Elimination Chamber at Resurrection. Finkle, "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE FINAL ELIMINATION HAS BEEN SCOTT_JENNNNNSENNN! (Crowd boos) Your Final Six Are, JACOB MITCHELL, RYAN MICHAELS, BROCK LESNAR, Y2JESUS, MATT MATLOCK, AND BOBBY_JOHNNNNNNNNNSONNNNNN!!!" JR, "BAH GAWD! WE HAVE OUR RESURRECTION MAIN EVENT, BUT AT WHAT COST?!?!" Suddenly the lights begin to flicker as the ring begins shaking. JR, "What the Hell?!" With that a huge blast of pyro explodes on the stage which causes WallStreet to jump up and walk a little ways down the ramp, which it’s probably a good thing he does because the stage gets engulfed with flames, which begins melting the leather chair. The Dementa-Tron then kicks on as the following words come across. "Now 6 Victors Celebrate At Resurrection 6 Gladiators Decimate For the opportunity to be crowned a King Amongst Men But For That "King", Hell Shall Truly BEGIN!" With that the lights go out as the arena is pitch black. ‘Right Now�?By Korn blast over the PA and the lights fade back on, reviling that Brock Lesnar, Y2Jesus, Matt Matlock, Bobby Johnson, and even Amethyst Jane are all soaked in blood from an apparent Blood Bath given during the black out. Last Week Mitchell has a small laugh and winks at the camera, sure his nWs running buddy is watching somewhere. The crowd is going wild, clearly very into the proven Icon Slayer, who continues to grin. Mitchell, "See I hear WallStreet in the back and he’s always telling the new talent "In places such as�? Well specific names aren’t important (laughs slightly), anyway, "In.. ‘Those places�? Men become Heroes, but in the ICWA, Heroes, become LEGENNNDSSS!" Well I intend to be living proof, because when I walk into Resurrection I will do so as an Icon Slayer and a Hero�?But when I walk out, I will be the proven best in this company and, an undisputed Living Legend�?So�? Before he can finish the lights dim and ‘Not Falling�?by Mudvayne blast over the PA. Mitchell perks his Prodigal brow as he looks up the ramp only to see Matt Matlock emerge from behind the curtain Matlock, "�?You talk about having a "Destiny to fulfill" while the rest of us just have the opportunity to basically sit and say ‘Hey we were there when he started his "Legacy"�?/FONT> (Mitchell grins, shrugs, and nods agreeingly)�?Well piss on you, piss on your legacy, and piss on every Mitchell before you! I don’t give a sh*t about a bunch of Hula dancing, pig and pineapple eating, sub-American jackasses that couldn’t cut it in the business and I damned sure don’t give a sh*t about the forth edition of the never ending story of failure!" Mitchell is growing annoyed in the ring as Matlock continues, "I don’t think you get it�?Yeah, Resurrection is a night for a Destiny to be fulfilled, but not your Destiny�?MINE!" Matlock gets half way down the ramp and stops. He is gonna continue but Mitchell raises the mic back to his lips and says, "Tell ya what Matlock, why don’t you try and "Resurrect" your career by stepping in the ring with me here and now, and we can eliminate one of the Elimination Chamber members before the match even starts?" The crowd pops at this idea as Mitchell takes off his shirt and tosses it to the side, showing he is ready to go. Matlock is contemplating the idea but before he can respond we hear the opening chords of ‘Next Big Thing�?from the WWE Anthology CD. Lesnar, "Easy kiddos, don’t wanta have a Resurrection Main Event Pre-Party without the guest of honor�? Mitchell, "Jesus Christ! I came out to give my fans a chance to see me since WallStreet deprived them of seeing their Hero in action because he was concerned about my back, which is just find might I add, and it turns into the biggest BOREFEST since Dark Child’s run at the top�?Yeah, all 30 seconds of it! Let me sum this all up for the two of you and the other 3 in this match�?You need to know 3 Things! (Puts up index finger) ONE! So long as I’m around, NONE of you are relevant�?(Adds middle finger) TWO! None of you hold the slights of candles to the walking torch in myself�?(Puts down the index finger and puts up all three of the other fingers) THREE! At Resurrection I become the ICWA Heavyweight Champion, no ifs, ands, or buts�?End of story, no flash backs, no huge swerve making the underdog come on top�?this movie ends with the most obvious ending, Jacob Mitchell OWNS ALL OF YOU! End of story, end of plot, movie over, there’s the credits, now get your fat ass out of the seat so the theater employees can clean up for the next showing of the film so accurately titles "Jacob Mitchell and the nWs OWNS ALL!" We then go further into the show where Ryan Michaels is being broadcasted from the ICWA Evolution Night Club out of NYC. Ryan laughs, " Wasn’t it ol Bobby Johnson who said of the 15 guys booked in the Demented main event, I stood the LEAST chance of progressing?! Yet here I am�?Not only am I here, but I even picked up one of the eliminating pinfalls�?Who’d you eliminate Bobby? (laughs) But it’s okay, see Bobby Johnson talks about what he did to me in XWA, Talks about me "disappearing" from the XWA�?News flash pal, XWA’s the minor leagues, the ICWA’s the big time�?That’s why I left XWA, not because I was "scared" or "showed up", I left the XWA to pursue a career here in the ICWA, and here I stand number 1 contender to the ICWA Heavyweight Championship�?Bad call? I don’t think so�?But hey, maybe after I win the ICWA Championship you can give Triple X a call and work it out with your new found "buddy" WallStreet for him to bring his ass to the ICWA and we’ll go Champion against Champion. (crowd pops) Never the less, I’ll sum things up�?This Sunday, 6 Men, 1 Belt, 1 Match, 1 Immortal Champion�?The One and ONLY Ryan Michaels!"

Finkle, "Ladies and Gentlemen, The following bout is the ICWA MAIN EVENT!! It is an Elimination Chamber MATCH! And has been scheduled to determine the InterCountyWrestlingAlliance World Heavyweight Championship!"

The cameras show the Time Keepers table where a glass case is sitting, containing the ICWA Heavyweight Championship. The scene then fades back into the Chamber.

Finkle proceeds, "This bout is an Elimination contest�?Before this bout each superstar drew a number in front of Senior Referee Tim White, Vice Senior referee Nick Patrick, and ICWA CEO and Chairman Mr. McCallister! Numbers 1 and 2 will begin this contest as the other four performers will go to their assigned chamber where they will be enclosed until their number is up�?This bout will fall into 5 Minute periods, after each 5 minute period a chamber will be opened until each performer has entered the match! In the event that all but 1 performer has been eliminated before the conclusion of a five minute period, we will automatically advance to the next performer!......."

The lights in the arena flicker, as the commentators and crowd watches the titantron, waiting for the man's introduction movie to hit. Red lights fill the arena, as the small projector in front of the stage begin to flash with Jacob's face as one of his trademark tattoo signs. Finally, the familiar guitar strums opening up "The Chauffeur" by Deftones plays over the P.A. System. The crowd jumped to their feet, booing Jacob yet at the same time anxiously waiting the arrival of The Prodigal Son. The black curtain was seen pushed to the side as Jacob slowly struts out and stopped at the top with his head cocked a bit. Out behind him is his older brother Allan Mitchell. Jacob looked back towards Allan and then laughed at something Allan said before he turned back around and faced the ring. He held both arms out to his side with an cocky smirk on his face while he waves the crowd down. Allan stepped to Jacob's side as he dropped his arms back down to his side as he begun to walk down the ramp. Jacob and Allan watched the crowd laughing at different signs in the fans giving them a better reaction. Jacob had on his black tights, and tribal design on the back of his tights, which was outlined with a gold stroke, and in silver letters 'MITCHELL' which was also stroked with a gold outline. Allan sported a black and grey surf shorts with a white shirt thrown over his right shoulder, blocking the tattoo of the Taurus on his shoulder. Once they reached the middle of the ramp, he slowly dropped down to his left knee and braced himself with his left arm and closed his eyes. Behind him, Allan stood with both of his arms above him. Jacob looked down at the steel ramp and Allan cut a cocky smirk as sparks fell from the top of the titantron. After a few seconds, Jacob pushed himself back up and Allan dropped his arms back down to his side as they made their way down to the bottom of the ramp. 

Finkle, "Introducing First�?Hailing from Honolulu Hawaii, he is accompanied this evening by Allen Mitchell and weighs in at 265 Pounds�?Representing the new World slaughter is JACOB_MITTTTCHHHEELLLLLL!"

Jacob walked towards the ring apron and pulled himself up. He got into the ring and walked over to the ring post in the far right-hand side. He pulled himself up and extended his arms again while a few gold and white lights beamed down on Jacob, exposing his deep muscle definition. Allan stood on the bottom rope and bounced himself on it, similar to something Jeff Jarrett did. Camera flashes and cheers filled the arena as Jacob and Allan's smirks got wider. Jacob dropped his arms back down to his side and jumped back down to the mat. He backed up into the corner and rolled his head on his shoulders as he made his way to the turnbuckle in the opposite side. Jacob climbed up the turnbuckle again and held his arms out, gathering much more cheers this time around. Allan made his way over towards the opposite side ring ropes and once again bounced himself on the bottom rope while he held his right arm above him and left arm gripping the top rope. Chants of "Prodigal Son" and "Allan" begun to start up, that only fed his ego more as he dropped down to the mat and perched himself up onto the turnbuckle. Allan gives Mitchell a couple of words of encouragement and exits the chamber as everyone has been bared from ringside for this event.

Finkle, "Next, Making his way from New Orleans Louisianna�?He weighs in this evening at 255 Pounds and represents the ENTOURAGE�?He is the ICWA Hardcore Champion, BOBBY_JOHHHHNNNNNSOOONNNNN!!!"

JR, "That’s strange�?Bobby doesn’t seem to have his Hardcore championship with him�?
Heyman, "Probably didn’t want to be weighed down when he adds the Heavyweight belt to his championship collection�?

When he is done flexing, he slowly makes his way down to the ring and walks up the stairs and climbs the nearest ring post, and again flexes his muscles for the crowd.  He climbs down from the ring post, and gets into the ring and walks to the ring post on the opposite side, and climbs it and again flexes his muscles to the crowd.  He then climbs down from the ring posts and takes off his wave cap and T-shirt and puts them in the corner.  He then leans on the ropes and glares across the ring at Jacob Mitchell, who smirks, but also glares.

JR, "No question that these two are walking in here with the biggest rivalry out of the bunch�?
Heyman, "Imagine if they’re numbers 1 and 2�?
JR, "That may bid well for the other four in this match, cause I’m not sure they’ll leave anything of each other for the other competitors�?

The chords of the electric guitar sound and the familiar sound of "Next Big Thing" hits the PA system.  From behind the curtain comes Brock Lesnar.  He stands at the top of the ramp and soaks in the fan reaction, which isn’t very positive, then he begins to jump from side to side to get himself pumped up.  He then slowly begins to walk down the ramp. 

Finkle, "On his way to the ring�?From Minneapolis Minnesota, he weighs in this evening at 294 pounds and is the ONLY Former ICWA Heavyweight champion entering this contest�?He Is the ICWA Franchise, BROCK_LESSSSSNNNNAARRR!!"

He gets to the bottom of the ramp and the stops to do some more pumping up.  He then leaps up onto the chamber which sends pyro from each of the four ring posts.  He then gets into the ring and pumps himself up even more...

The lights go off and strobe lighting searches around the building, going over the fans. As the music starts to play the strobe lights point to the entrance ramp. Ryan Michaels walks out into the lights and pyros go off on both sides off him, leading to the arena being lit back up. He walks down the ramp a bit and as the lyrics get to the chorus he kneels down and pyros start going off in all directions.

Finkle, "Making his way from San Antonio Texas�?He weighs in at 238 Pounds�?He is RYAN_MICCCCCCHHHHAAAELLSSS!!"

He gets up and walks down the rest off the ramp, giving the fans high-fives and everything, slowly making his way to the ring. When he climbs in he climbs the turnbuckles and taunts the crowd. He then goes to the rope facing the entrance ramp and does the thing Shawn Michaels does. This then sets off more pyros, this time coming from the turnbuckles in the ring.

As he gets up he finds himself face to face with Bobby Johnson, neither man offering an inch as they glare a hole through each other.

JR, "A lot of history between these two�?They actually got their start in the same Indy promotion�?

Mudvayne's "Not Falling" begins to play over the speakers, as the lights slightly dim. The titantron shows images of the one & only Matt Matlock, beating the living hell out of many opponents. Pyro blast off on the ramp as the first verse begins. As it subsides, walls of sparks come up on either side of the ramp as Matlock emerges in a pair of torn denims and a white wife beater. He puts his hands on his hips, and narrows his eyes as he looks back and forth at the crowd. The crowd boos the shit out of him, but it bothers him not. With the sparks still shooting up, he walks down the ramp as the crowd continues their pointless booing.

Finkle, "Introducing next�?From Nova Scotia Canada, he weighs in this evening at 242 pounds�?He is The Lone Wolf, MATT_MATTTTTTTTTLOCCCKKK!!!"

He steps through the ropes into the ring, and leans on the ropes on one side flipping off the crowd and talking shit to them. He goes to the opposite side, and does the same. He then climbs one of the far turnbuckles, folds his arms in front of him and gazes out over the crowd. He then looks upward as he raises his arms out to his sides, palms upward. Rapid shots of pyro shoot off in the middle of the ring. When he lowers his arms, the pyro subsides. He then steps down. The lights go back to normal, and the song fades as Matt looks over the competitors in the ring with a glare in his eye�?Clearly none of these men are fond of each other.

-()- As the song plays you see the Self Appointed Savior of the ICWA rise up from underneath the ramp like how the Brood used to do way back when. He pauses with his back turned to the audience, he hands in prayer before spinning around and holding them out in a grand fashion. -()-

-()- As he stands proudly atop the ramp as a shower of gold pyro erupt behind him from atop the Dementa-Tron (think Christian's old entrance), and some firework like pyro explode above him in a teardrop type fashion. He pauses and soaks up the crowd reaction, the light from beneath the ramp shutting off. His reknowed smirk graces his face as he looks about the jam packed arena. -()-

-()- Y2J smiles widely as he spins around on the top of the ramp. Y2J begins walking in a very cocky manner, his flowing brown locks trail behind him as the golden specs from the fireworks fall all around him.  He struts and primps, tossing his hair, pausing and jabbering with the fans a few times as he approaches the ring. -()-

Finkle, "And Finally�?Hailing from Boston Massachusetts, he weighs in this evening at 235 Pounds�?He is the Self Appointed Savior, Y2JESSSSSUUUUSSSSSSS!!!"

-()- Y2J gets to the ring and stomps up the steps one at a time, getting up on the apron. He pauses and wipes his shoes on the outside before stepping through the ropes. -()-

-()- He goes to the center of the ring and holds out his arms motioning up and down his body playing to the crowd as a shower of flashbulbs rains down on the arrogant Y2J. He smirks at his opponent before climbing atop the nearest turnbuckle and posing again, the long guitar solo in the song accompanying him as he poses for the fans. Y2J hops off the turnbuckle and walks over to the ropes as the song begins to fade and the house lights return to normal. Y2J takes off the top part of his old robes he used to wear and hands it to a tech guy at ringside. -()-

The music begins to fade as the lights readjust and referee Tim White instructs everyone to make their way to their respective chambers. As the competitors do so we come to find that Ryan Michaels and Jacob Mitchell have drawn numbers 1 and 2 which makes Mitchell’s eyes widen as to say ‘You’ve gotta be kidding me�? Ryan has a look of great determination on his face as Mitchell walks over to Tim White and says, "Whoa, Whoa, Whoa�?THAT’s number 2?! You mean to tell me that you are actually gonna make this kid stand against me, all alone, for five minutes with nothing but miles of chain and steal around the ring just waiting to end his career?! Come on man, cut the kid a break�?Pull in Brock Lesnar, or even Bobby Johnson�?Not this kid�?

Finkle, "Your winner�?AND THE NEW ICWA HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION�?JACOB MITCHHHHHEEELLLLL!!!!"

The crowd goes nuts as Chauffers by the Deftones blasts over the PA and Tim White raises Mitchell’s arm. Mitchell rolls off of Jesus as a crew member opens the door to the chamber and slides in the world heavyweight title. White goes over and grabs the strap and hands it to the newly crowned Champion, Jacob Mitchell who hugs the strap, one step shy of sheading tears.

As his music plays and the crowd erupts, Mace, Seifer, Kill Switch (Picture ECW’s Raven), and Omen all dart down from behind the curtain and come into the chamber. Switch and Omen lift Mitchell up to his feet as Seifer gives him a very approving nod.

Mitchell nearly falls over as Seifer catches him and the two end up hugging. Seifer gives him a couple pats on the back as he then releases the hug and raises Mitchell’s arm high in the air. The nWs members are all congratulating Mitchell and giving him his props when the lights suddenly start to flicker and similar to the way it did a couple weeks ago, the ring begins to shake, which makes an exhausted Mitchell fall on his ass. With that the Dementa-Tron lights up as Right Now by Korn Blasts over the PA.

With that a huge explosion hits the stage making a wall of Flames erupt to about the same level as the top of the Dementa-Tron, Right Now still playing over the PA. As the flames slowly die down, on the stage stands a large man with a long black Cloak. He slowly grabs the hood and pulls it back, showing an emotionless Jimmy Stryker. Mitchell, who is still sitting in the ring, has a look of slight surprise and curiosity on his face as Stryker’s lips coil into an evil and sadistic grin�?/P>

JR, "What the Hell…�?Well we’ve got our New Champion, but for how long?! Thanks for joining us folks�?I’m Jim Ross alongside Paul Heyman, and we’ll catch next week on DEMENTED!!!"