ICWA

ICWA Royal Rumble

The half an hour ICWA Pay Per View Pre Show hosted by Michael Cole has just drawn to an end and the screen slowly fades out on the ICWA Copyright information at the bottom of the screen. With that ‘Won’t Back Down�?by Fuel begins playing as the Royal Rumble video package plays.

Male Narrator, "And now without further ado, Gatorade and the ICWA are proud to present ICWA Royal Rumble TWO!"

As ‘Won’t Back Down�?continues to blast we go into the sold out Joe Louis Arena where the opening pyro explodes, setting the crowd into a frenzy.

*PYRO PICS*

JR, "WELCOME TO ROYAL RUMBLE TWO! I’m Jim Ross alongside Paul Heyman and tonight is gonna be a Slobber KNOCKER!"
Heyman, "Our smallest card of the year by match number, but perhaps, next to Thunderstruck, our biggest event of the year as tonight, 30 of the ICWA’s finest will battle for the opportunity to go to the single biggest event in this business�?ICWA Thunderstruck, and compete with the ICWA Heavyweight champion in the main event for the title!"
JR, "Absolutely no question, the ICWA Royal Rumble match is huge! Athletes the caliber of a Matt Matlock and a Bobby Johnson battling it out, plus we have 3 mystery entrants, and the boss himself, WallStreet, will be in the Rumble."
Heyman, "And let me say right now that Mr. McCallister is my pick to win it all."
JR, "Of course he is."
Heyman, "Well who’s your pick?"
JR, "It’s hard telling�?If ya go by heart you have to put the advantage to Blaze Inferno�?But if it comes down to experience, former ICWA Royal Rumble winner Brock Lesnar stands out�?Of course if it comes down to raw strength ya can’t look past Johnny Invincible, and if it becomes a battle of psychology, then I’ll admit that the ball ends up in WallStreet’s court�?But while I don’t know who will win the Rumble, I DO know that it’s gonna be one Hell of a Barn Burner!"
Heyman, "Speaking of "burning", the little torch Jacob Mitchell has lit for himself will be extinguished tonight!"

*Match banner*

The crowd erupts seeing the main event match banner as JR says, "Jacob Mitchell and Jimmy Stryker finally go head to head inside of a Three Tear Cage to determine just who is the very best in the ICWA. And ya have to look past just a man battling a man, this is so much more than that�?This is about the never ending battle between the young blood of this sport and the seasoned Vets who have entered a time of controversy in their career where arguments ensue over whether they have gone as far as they can go in this sport and need to withdraw, or if there’s still more that can be done. It’s the same battle that has been waging since the dawn of this sport, since an older George Hackendschmidt came across a young Frank Gotch, since an older Buddy Rodgers came across a young Ric Flair, an older Bruno Samartino and a younger Larry Zybsko, An older Hulk Hogan and a Younger Jeff Jarratt�?Folks this is the ultimate test for both these men. Is Jacob Mitchell in a position to cement his status as a legitimate competitor and champion, to officially climb over that first rung on that long ladder of his legacy, or is Jimmy Stryker right? Is Jacob Mitchell a fluke champion coasting on Beginners luck? And for Jimmy Stryker, is he still a prime time athlete? Does he still have what it takes to not only climb the mountain, but to then stake his claim at the top and remain there, strong as ever? Folks, this is as much a physical battle as it is an internal battle of ‘Do I Have it?�? Does Jacob Mitchell "have it" yet, and does Jimmy Stryker "have it" Still?!"
Heyman, "And most importantly�?Does JR EVER get tired of hearing himself talk?!"

<<<<<<<The Following Was Written By Matt Matlock>>>>>>>

"Dead Bodies Everywhere" by KoRn comes on over the PA system. The Lights go out except a single blood red spot light which makes it's way to the top of the ramp. Akasha comes out with her long black trenchcoat on out from behind the curtian. She makes her way down the ramp with the lights still out.

Howard Finkle: The following is the opening contest of the ICWA Royal Rumble. It is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the ICWA Women's Championship. Introducing first, from Dracula's castle. She weighs one hundred twenty eight pounds and stands at five feet seven inches. The queen of the vampires...AKASHA!

She climbs into the ring and she raises her arms up and Red pyro goes off threw out the arena. The lights come back on and Akasha Yels for them to shut of her music.

JR: Well we are just about ready to get started tonight folks. And tonight's opening match should be a very interesting one indeed.

Heyman: I still think its a joke that Brock Lesnar is holding the women's championship.

JR: Well he seems proud of it. And he is going to defend it here momentarily

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 isnt 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.

*LESNAR PIC*

Howard Finkel: And her opponent. From Minneapolis, Minnesota. He weighs in at two hundred and ninety five pounds and stands at six feet five inches. He is the ICWA Women's Champion...BROCK LESNAR!

He gets to the bottom of the ramp and the stops to do some more pumping up. He then leaps up onto the apron which sends pyro from each of the four ringposts. He then gets into the ring and hands the belt off to the referee. He and Akasha look at one another as the bell rings.

JR: Well here we go.

Heyman: It should be interesting to see a young woman get massacred at the start of the pay per view.

JR: Well don't count Akasha out just yet Paul.

The bell sounds, and Brock puts his arms up in the air, asking Akasha to tie up. She doesn't, and instead punches Brock in the face. She does so again and again and then makes an attempt to irish whip Brock to the ropes. However he's just to big, as he pulls her in for a massive clothesline, knocking Akasha to the mat. He bends down and picks her up by the hair and lifts her up into a military press, and then quickly turns it into a gorilla press slam. Brock hooks the leg and covers. One...two...Akasha kicks out!

Heyman: Stupid girl.

JR: Akasha showing her resolve by kicking out.

Lesnar picks up a dazed Akasha, and drives his knee into her stomach once...twice...three times. He irish whips her to the ropes. As she comes back she leaps and attempts a hurricanrana, which is easily countered by Brock into a hard powerbomb. Lateral press cover by Brock. One...two...Akasha gets the shoulder up! This doesn't please Brock, as he bends down and talks some trash to the "queen vampire". He slaps her a few times as the crowd boos. But then Akasha suddenly pokes him in the eyes. This buys her a few seconds to get to her feet. As Brock turns around, he gets a jumping roundhouse kick to the side of the head, actually taking the big man off his feet. Akasha runs off the ropes and hits a leg drop on Brock, followed by a cover. One...Brock powers out! Brock looks to get to his feet, but Akasha comes running and drives her knee into his face, knocking him back down.

JR: Well I think this match has become something Brock wasn't expecting.

Heyman: And what is that JR?

JR: A challenge, that's what. The challenger Akasha is putting up a great fight.

Heyman: I know Brock Lesnar, and this little comeback of hers won't last very long.

Akasha connects with a chop block to Brock's leg, keeping the former NCAA champion on his knees. She grabs his large legs and manages to get the ankle lock locked in. Brock is in some pain, but it's obvious the move isn't very effective due to the large size difference between the two. After a few moments of struggle, Brock kicks Akasha away sending her to the ropes. He gets to his feet as she comes running at him. Out of nowhere Brock connects with a massive powerslam. He hooks the leg. One...two...Akasha gets a shoulder up! Brock shouts at the ref, thinking it was a three count. All of a sudden the Dementa-Tron comes on, and we see Brock's wife, Torrie Wilson-Lesnar standing there. She looks up at the camera and in a shaking voice begins to read.

Torrie: "Brock�?Brock, Cali has me�?but so far I am unharmed�?Cali wants you to know that you and her have unfinished business. Win, Loss or Draw tonight against Akasha, Cali wants a match against you on the next demented"

The camera focuses in on Cali. She smirks and then winks at the camera.

Cali: "Just so you don’t have a coronary Brock, Torrie will be released after this message has been delivered. You will find her safe and sound, but I warn you Brock, try and screw me and see just how vengeful I can be. This time�?I’m being nice. Just scaring her a little, making you realise how serious I am. Cross me and next time I won’t play so nice. I’ll be waiting Brock"

The camera fades to black, as Brock is leaning on the ropes shouting. He doesn't notice that Akasha is back to her feet. She dropkicks Brock in the back of the head, which sends him to the outside. Akasha heads for the top rope and comes off with a shooting star press to the outside on Brock.

JR: Oh my! Amazing talent shown by the challenger. She nailed that shooting star press perfectly.

Heyman: JR, it doesn't matter. This skinny little woman can't beat Brock Lesnar.

JR: Didn't you also say Brock would never be able to F-5 The Big Show?

Heyman: ....

After a bit of struggle, Akasha gets the big man to his feet. She rolls him into the ring, and then goes for a cover. One...two...no! Brock gets a shoulder up. Akasha doesn't let up at all, stepping right on Brock's face. She punches Brock several times in the face, before pulling him up to his feet. Running off the ropes she comes back and hits a spinning DDT and makes another cover. One...two...Brock kicks out again. It's Akasha's turn to be frustrated. She argues with the referee now, not paying attention to Brock. He gets up though, and as Akasha gets up she's lifted up for the F-5. But she worms her way out of it and slides down Brock's back. Showing that she a good deal of strength, she manages to roll him up with a sunset flip. One...two...Brock kicks out. They both get to their feet and Akasha goes for the big roundhouse kick again. This time Brock was ready and catches her leg and turns her over into the Brock Lock!

Heyman: This is the end JR.

JR: I don't see any way of Akasha getting out of this one, but you never know.

***Akasha fights the pain, and despite her flexibility it does hurt. But the move is locked in dead center of the ring, and Akasha can't seem to pull away from Brock to get at the ropes. She lasts several minutes, but finally she's forced to tap out.

Howard Finkel: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of match via a submission and STILL your ICWA Women's Champion...BROCK...LESNAR!

Brock doesn't let go of the move right away.

JR: Oh for gawd sakes. Thats enough. Let go of the damn move!

He finally does as the crowd boos. Brock is handed his woman's title belt as the ref checks on Akasha.

Heyman: Well what did I tell you JR? I told you Brock would come out with a victory, and he did.

JR: That he did, but Akasha put up a great fight considering what she was up against. It was an interesting match, and certainly a hell of a way to open up the royal rumble.

Heyman: Well we aren't done just yet. We have Alexis & DSL in an anything goes match coming up next.

<<<<<<<End of Matlock Writing>>>>>>

With that we go to the back where we see NLCS Standing around with a bottle of X �?Factor Berry Fruit Punch Gatorade in his hand. He takes a long drink before his eyes widen slightly and he’s forced to put the bottle down to the side.

No Limits, "What are you doing here?! I can’t believe you made it clear out to Detroit to support me for my Unified title match!"

"Yeah well, That isn’t exactly the only reason I’m here�?

The crowd pops thinking they recognize the voice as the camera slowly pans out�?/FONT>

*AUSTIN/JERICHO*

The crowd explodes as JR says, "KAMA KAZI KAUKASIAN!! KK IS AT THE ROYAL RUMBLE!"
Heyman, "Here’s a man who I would have LOVED to of had in the ECW. If he’s not EXTREEEEEEEMEE, I don’t know who the Hell is!"

No Limits seems slightly confused as he says, "What’s on your agenda KK?"

Kamakazi, "The ICWA Heavyweight Championship."

The crowd erupts as Christian raises an eyebrow and says, "What?! You’re gonna run in on the headliner?"

KK Smirks, "Pfft, I’m gonna be the headliner�?At ICWA Thunderstruck, AFTER I win the ICWA Royal Rumble tonight!"

The crowd pops as JR says, "KK’S IN THE RUMBLE?!?!"

The cameras fade on KK’s smirking face to the ring.

ICWA Royal Rumble

<<<<<<<The Following was Written By Alexis Davis>>>>>>

The belt had been hooked onto the prop and was now hanging high above the ring, the main even’ts three tear cage hanging above it, as we watch the small clips that had circulated to promote the match up. As soon as it ends "waiting" by greenday hits as the lights flash off quickly. The fans start too boo and some start too scream for there favorite wrestler.. The lights slowly fade on as purple smoke begins too rise all around in the ring and along the ramp. On the titantron the words "I'm here, you better run" appear.

Finkle: On her way to the ring, weighing in at 135 pounds she is the challenger to the US title, Da Sweet Lunatic!

As the lights go black again blue and purple fireworks go off in the ring appears Da Sweet Lunatic as she raises her arms. With DSL waiting in the ring her music fades the lights seem to flicker slightly leaving everyone confused as to what is about to happen The crowd is in awe at what has gone down thus far, the lights dim slowly as blue strobe lights begin moving around the crowd, the start of "Let Me Entertain You" begins to play Alexis' titantron kicks in and as you hear Robbie say Hell is gone and heaven's here, There's nothing left for you to fear, Shake your arse come over here, Now scream. The crowd lets out a loud scream.. There’s still no sign of Alexis as the next lot of words flow from the song I'm a burning effigy of everything I used to be you’re my rock of empathy, my dear as the drum roll happens a huge amount of blue pyro shoots off from all around as Alexis walks out onto the stage to a mixed reaction. So come on let me entertain you
Let me entertain you She nods her head and bounces to the music as she begins to walk down the ramp, her eyes intensely focused on her opponent.

Finkle: "On her way to the ring�?Hailing from Miami Florida she is the US Championess, Alexis DAVIS!!!!!!!!!

As Alexis reaches the ring, another set of blue pyros shoot down from the roof, she grins and jumps up on the turnbuckle from the outside of the ring before flipping into the ring. She takes her jacket off and looks over at her opponent as her theme fades.

The two girls stare at each other the words had finally ended and now it was time to show the world what they had. Both girls ignore each other and look upwards to where the belt is hanging with DSL’s attention diverted Alexis strikes first giving her a brutal kick to the mid section followed by a hard DDT. With DSL stunned Alex jumps onto the second rope and flies off for a moonsault but DSL gets her knees up in time causing Alex to land hard, her breath instantly flies out of her body as she rolls into a ball trying to ease the pain. Gasping for air she gets to her feet, but DSL is no longer in the ring she is outside looking underneath for a weapon grinning Lex comes off the ropes and goes for a base ball slide but DSL counters by grabbing her legs and pulling her out of the ring. With Alexis down, DSL grabs a chair wrapped in barbed wire and slams it into her back causing Alexis to cry out in pain. She moves out of the way as DSL goes for another shot. As Alexis turns over she kicks her legs up causing DSL to use the chair as a shield and causing it to slam in her face. DSL stumbles backwards as Alexis gets to her feet, grabbing DSL Alexis whips her into the steel pole as the crowd starts getting into the match up.

With DSL down, Lex takes a breather for a few seconds and grabs a ladder, sliding it into the ring Lex sets it up in the corner and slides out of the ring to grab DSL. But DSL is waiting; grabbing Alexis she rams her into the pole, then grabs her hair and drags her towards the ring steps which she slams her head into it three times in a row causing Alexis to get her head busted open. The blood falls down her face as she fights back. They roll into the ring and look around DSL grabs Alexis by the arm and goes for an Irish whip into the ladder but Alexis counters and sends her opponent into the ladder. DSL cries out in pain as her back connects with the steel ladder. Laughing Alexis flies out of the corner and goes for a splash, she lands it and the two fall down onto the canvas. The ref walks over to Lex asking if she wants to give up. She shakes her head and gets back to her feet, the same time as DSL does. The two divas look at each other and smirk. DSL charges at Alexis going for a clothesline, but she ducks only to be taken down by a bulldog DDT.

Alexis lays stunned on the canvas, as DSL takes control, pulling her up she lands three belly to belly suplexes, leaving the champ laying there she goes for the ladder, setting it up under the title DSL begins to climb it getting to the top she finds that it is too short for her, but before she can react Alex is back to her feet, and climbing the ladder. Reaching the top of the ladder Alex and DSL begin trading blows to each other trying to knock the other down. Grabbing DSL’s hair Lex slams her head into the top of the ladder a few times, leaving both girls busted up. Alexis gets a sickening grin on her face as she moves herself around on the ladder, getting DSL ready for Crucifixion, but before she can pull the move off the crowd is going crazy as NLCS runs down and pulls her off the ladder, saving DSL from what would have been a brutal move. Cursing slightly Lex gets back to her feet at her and NLCS start trading blows, giving DSL enough time to get off the ladder and crawl under the ring for a larger one. The crowd begins booing loudly as Wallstreet runs out from the back in his gear for the Rumble later in the night, he grabs NLCS and throws him out of the ring. Lex nods in his direction and turns around only to be hit in the head by a ladder. Wallstreet and DSL are fighting over the ladder as Lex lays there still trying to shake those pretty stars that are flying around her face at this moment in time. Shaking them she gets to her feet to find DSL and Wallstreet still fighting over the ladder, getting in position Alexis hits a drop kick to the back of DSL causing her to drop her end. Wallstreet sets it up in the corner and grabs DSL holding her down. Alexis climbs the top turnbuckle followed by the ladder. She looks down at Wallstreet and DSL, before flying off the top of the ladder with a moonsault. NLCS gets back into the ring and the two men begin brawling once again. Leaving the two divas to duke it out. Kicking Alexis in the mid section DSL puts her head between her legs and lands Lunatic Virus (Power bomb).

Alexis lays on the canvas her breath ripping through her body, she tried desperately to gain control of her body but all she wanted was to lay there letting everything take her over. Soon she started to move. Rolling towards the ropes Alex used them to help her up. She noticed DSL trapped in the corner thanks to Wallstreet and NLCS trying to free her, not thinking Alexis rushes towards them pushing NLCS into the ladder, she watched as he rolled out of the way and once again backed up. The adrenaline was running through her, she once again ran towards the corner, this trip running up the ladder and landing a kick to DSL’s head. Suddenly Alexis was jerked backwards, NLCS had landed a neck breaker on her. She watched in pain as he helped DSL out of the ladder and he set it up in the corner, a dazed DSL was climbing it and grinning she looks down at Alexis who is now being held in place by NLCS, Wallstreet out cold in the opposite corner. She cries out as DSL connects hard with her body. Both laying there trying to see who can move first. Pain is running through them but neither wants to give up. They slowly begin to move, each taking it one step at a time to get up as they stand face to face the two begin trading blows. Each hitting a perfect punch neither is holding back as they continue. Alexis rolls out of the ring and looks underneath, suddenly she grabs her head and cries out in pain for a few seconds before sitting down, a sick sadistic grin comes to her face as she reaches under the ring and pulls out a sledgehammer.

Lex lays outside holding her head as DSL crawls over to see where she got too, as she peers over the apron she’s met with a sledgehammer to the head knocking her out. Getting to her feet Alexis gets back into the ring and looks over at NLCS who is now standing, and Wallstreet who is getting to his feet, he charges at NLCS and takes him down; holding him up Alexis grabs a tighter hold of the sledgehammer and moves towards them. As she swings though NLCS ducks and she hits Wallstreet in the head knocking him out. Her eyes open in shock as she looks down at her boyfriend, but then the grin comes back to her face, not giving NLCS a chance she swings and hits him, with them all down Alexis looks around and grabs the ladder, setting it up she begins climbing a rung at a time, each time reaching up for her title. She doesn’t notice DSL stirring in the corner, nor does she notice her getting to her feet, but it’s too late as DSL reaches the ladder Alexis has already grabbed the title causing the bell to sound in the background. She falls to the ground holding the title close to her chest.

Finkle: Your winner and STILL ICWA US Championess, Alexis Davis!!!!!!

Let Me Entertain You begins playing as Alexis gets to her feet, stalking towards Finkle she rips the mic from his grasp and laughs

"Cut my music!"

Her music cuts off automatically as she looks at the bodies in the ring

"I told you all I would win and I did. Yet there’s still some business to happen here, so let me get down to it. You see, Taylor you are so stupid, the contract you signed had a little extra stipulation put in it that no one picked up on and that was if I decided to leave I would have control over who the next champion would be. So you see, as much as I hate to give up my title I’m getting ready to head out of here since well you know there isn’t much competition here."

The crowd begins chanting at her but she ignores them and the pain.

"See, I want to put the title on someone you despise because it’s sanctioned, you can’t take it off them�?Without further ado, I present you with the NEW US Championess�?Da Sweet Lunatic."

The crowd goes nuts as DSL looks over at her, not sure if this is a joke or not. Alexis walks over and gently pulls her to her feet before handing her the US title

"You fought hard for this and you deserve it, but you know you didn’t beat me so don’t run around saying you did. Oh and hun, don’t worry I will be back one day to get what is rightfully mine."

Alexis spins on her heels and walks over towards Wallstreet who is still almost out cold, he stares into her eyes as she does nothing but grin

"Wallstreet, Taylor, what can I say, it’s been fun but you just.. You don’t know what to do when someone gives you everything do you? I mean here I was giving you everything and what did I get in return? I was ignored, I was left alone and more importantly I wasn’t treated like someone I should have been treated like. Aligning myself with you was a mistake, falling in love with you was a mistake. See hunny, I have a choice to make and I’m making it right here and right now, you and me we are FINISHED. I am done being someone’s lap dog and not even getting a cent for it or any respect for that matter. Take a good look at me Taylor, because this is the last time you will EVER see my face!"

Kneeling down Alexis places a kiss on his lips and laughs in his face before getting out of the ring, before anyone can react Alexis has made her way through the crowd.

<<<<<<<<End of Alexis Writing>>>>>

JR, "What the Hell�?What the Hell did we just witness?"
Heyman, "Another jealous woman leaving because she can’t get with Mr. McCallister�?I had this problem once in ECW."
JR, "Is that why Nicole Bass left?"
Heyman, "Well aren’t you just a funny guy tonight�?

The cameras go to the back where we find James standing in his gear, smirking as he simply shakes his head looking at the picture on the monitor of WallStreet only just beginning to slowly roll himself out of the ring.

James, "Women are gonna be the death of that guy�?Although ya add a beer and that’s a Hell of a way to go."

James laughs as he turns only to have his laughter silenced and his eyes widened. The cameras pan out and we see Lita, who draws a mixed reaction from the crowd.

Lita, "Remember me? It’s been 4 years now�?I happened to be in Detroit and saw the Rumble card�?I decided I’d stop by so I could see No Limits finally give you what you’ve had coming to you for so long and.."

Before she can finish James erupts with laughter. Not that fake, cocky, Heel laugh, but genuine, side splitting laughter. James falls back onto the cement floor, in a fit of laughter as ICWA crew members and staff all begin to slowly draw a circle around James, trying to figure out what’s going on as he continues laughing like nobody’s ever laughed before.

Lita is beginning to get steamed as she says, "This isn’t a joke! JAMES! JAMES! JAM�?Ah forget it, you haven’t changed at all. I hope Christian takes you out for good."

Lita turns on her heels and walks off as we see the tears streaming from James�?eyes as he continues to laugh and the cameras fade to the ring.

JR, "For those of you who don’t know there’s a bit of history between Lita, James, and WallStreet that draws from an Independent promotion called TBF: The Billions Fed�?Although I’m not completely clear on what that history is."
Heyman, "It must have been amusing cause I’ve never seen the Sadist laugh like that�?

<<<Start of Johnny Invincible Writing.>>>>

The arena goes completely black as an announcer with a deep voice comes over the PA system and begins to countdown. 10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1... and then red, white, and blue pyro explodes from the stage as "No Limits" Christian Skywalker comes from behind the curtain. He smiles and poses while the crowd gives him a tremendous ovation. He then walks down the ramp towards the ring and he climbs the stairs. He walks halfway down the apron and then turns and poses for the crowd some more. He then gets into the ring and...

the main lights suddenly go out, leaving only red and blue spots to light the stage and the ramp. The first few chords of Sweet dreams Play as six beautiful women dressed in catholic schoolgirl outfits strut sensously down the ramp taking positions along it, three on each side. James slowly struts from behind the curtain, white pants and shirt adonning his body as he slowly walks out both hands crossed infront of his chest and his championship draped of his shoulder, his hands resting by his throat as he stares at the ground. Pyro erupts from the stage as the first chorus ends, james slams his hands apart easily tearing the shirt from his body to the roar of the crowd. he grins as he slowly walks down stopping and posing for a few pictures. he walks by each group of women and they quickly step in behind him. he climbes the steps slowly and hops the ropes walking to one side and slowly running his hand over his head then down his body sugestivly. he walks to the center of the ring, as the girls slowly run their hand over his body, he smirks as they slowly get out of the ring, raising his hands into the air and turning slowly before hopping up on the turnbuckle and sitting on it, leaning back relaxedly and flirting with some women in the audience.

} both men are waiting for the bell...and they say the hell with it as Skywalker jumps the gun and immediately catches James with a stiff right hand. Damn it is well documented that there has been some heat between these two. Skywalker stays on his opponent stoming him to the mat and taking control of the match. Skywalker catches James with a knee lift and a snapmare as he grounds him with a rear chinlock, a tremendous tactic for this matchup. Skywalker not giving James any breathing room as he slaps him across the face and drives a hard boot to the gut. Wait, the crowd comes to their feet as Skywalker draws James into the center of the ring and he applies a standing headscissors. There's no way he's going for the...he pulls James up into the crucifix position, no way! Wait, James drops out of the hold and quickly turns and plants Skywalker with a reverse neckbreaker. James then starts to batter Skywalker with forearm shots to the head and kicks to the mid-section.
James just shot Skywalker into the ropes and he catches him on the rebound. and anils the lookin good. James goes for the pin here.

1...2....

Skywalker kicks out and James just looks at the referee and smirks pulling Skywalker up by the hair. James then laughs for a second and nails another big time move with the nice try. James looks around the arena as Skywalker lies on his back with his eyes glazed over and flips them off. James then turns his attention back to Skywalker and locks in the My time submission as Skywalker reaches and screams in pain. He is trying everything he can to get to the ropes but, James just applies more pressure to him every inch of the way....Finally skywalker gets a hand on the rope and the ref forces the break. James goes outside of the ring and starts chatting with a gorgeous blonde in the front row. Out of no where Skywalker comes sliding out and dropkicks James over the baracade. Taking out several fans with him. Skywalker sets himself up top and does a flying elbow off of the barracade sending James to the concrete floor with a huge impact. The referee just throws his hands up and starts making the ten count to come back to the ring. Skywalker rolls back in and then quickly rows back out grabbing James who is trying to crawl over the barracade.....Back in the ring Skywalker glares at James and puts on a camel clutch like chinlock. James just screams unable to fight out of it. Skywalker laughs at James and lets go of his limp body hitting the mat. Skywalker goes for the cover.

1......2......

James kickouts out much to the shock of Skywalker and this delighted crowd.

Skywalker wants to yell at the ref but, he keeps it cool and goes to the top rope as James starts to come to his feet..Skywalker looks for it and...Misses the Missledropkick as James just falls back out of the way on to the ropes. James leans into the ropes and come running out and Nails My Roots upon Skywalker he goes for the cover

1....2....James pulls the tights of Skywalker here....3 {

The winner of the match... JAMES....

<<<End of Johnny Invincible Writing.>>>>

JR, "BAH GAWD, What a match!"
Heyman, "And James retains over NLCS, Surprise, surprise. This guy might as well retire now, he lost the US Title and his talent seemed to follow."
JR, "That’s ludicrous, everyone has a slump, even Babe Ruth went through a Slump."
Heyman laughs, "This sir, is not Babe Ruth!"
JR, "In any event, it’s about that time folks, The ICWA Royal Rumble is on it’s way, but first let’s show ya what this one’s, All about."

*Thunderstruck Promo*

*Finkle Pic*

Finkle, "Ladies and Gentlemen�?The following bout is the ICWA ROYAL_RUMMMMBLLEEE MATCH! In this match there will be 30 competitors which have all been randomly drawn! After the initial two performers begin this bout there will be a two minute time frame between each entry to the Rumble until all 30 Entrants have entered the bout! In order to be eliminated you must be placed over the top rope and BOTH of your feet must touch the floor! In order to win you must be the last remaining athlete in the ring after the other 29 have been ELIMINATED! The Royal Rumble Match Will begin upon the sound of the bell!"

Finkle exits the ring as time keeper Mark Eaton rings the bell once�?twice�?and then a third time. With that the Dementa-Tron lights up as ‘The Goat�?by LL Cool J blasts over the PA.

JR, "You mean�?

Finkle, "Entering at number 1 in the ICWA’s Second Annual Royal Rumble�?From New Orleans Louisiana�?BOBBY_JOHNNNNNNNNSSSSSONNNNN"

*SHELTON PIC*

JR, "BOBBY JOHNSON IS NUMBER 1!!!"
Heyman, "That’s a damned shame, I was hoping he’d come in closer to the middle to watch WallStreet’s back.. Now WallStreet’s gonna have to go it alone cause ya know Johnson can’t last."
JR, "I beg to differ!"

Johnson has a very serious look on his face as he approaches the ring, he knows the challenge that lyes ahead of him�?29 men, the only people to ever enter the rumble at number 1 are Shawn Michaels and Chris Benoit�?What are the odds? But ya have to give the man credit for even showing up.

He slides into the ring and waits as his music slowly fades.

JR, "I wonder who’s gonna start this off with Bobby�?

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