After a two month hiatus, the loyal supporters of the ICWA are once again glued to their television sets as finally, tonight, the ICWA Makes it’s triumphient return. As the clock strikes nine pm eastern standard time, we hear the oh so familiar tune of ‘Encore�?by Eminem as the Dementa-Tron plays.

With that the pyro explodes as over 22,000 fans scream at the top of their lungs and the cameras begin to sweep the arena.

JR, "AS SURE AS YOU’RE HEARING OVER 20,000 ROARING FANS, THE I.C.W.A. IS ON THE AIR AND BAH GAWD WE ARE BACK FOR GOOD!!! AND WHAT A WAY TO COME BACK BECAUSE TONIGHT�?"

The Dementa-Tron kicks on showing a promotional shot of Jacob Mitchell V.S. SFM, Making the already erupting crowd grow even louder.

JR, "THE SELF PROCLAIMED ICON SLAYER DEFENDS HIS HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE AGAINST ARGUABLY THE GREATEST ICON IN SPORTS ENTERTAINMENT HISTORY, SEAN FROST-MANN!!!"
Heyman, "But I think you’re forgetting the most important part of the show�?Bobby Johnson is your 2005 Royal Rumble winner and tonight, Mr. McCallister is throwin a celebration, and I’m Invited!"
JR, "Bobby Johnson, some are saying to be the greatest rookie since No Limits Christian Skywalker joined the game in 2003, he went into the Royal Rumble as number 1 and managed to out last 29 other superstars and win the ICWA Royal Rumble!"
Heyman, "Of course he did, he’s under the tutelage of the Corporate Ico�?

Suddenly The camers hit the stage as the Titiontron lights up with flames and a cross slowly fades in on the screen. Blue laser lights shoot out from the Titontron circling through the crowd. Acouple of seconds later red lasers shoot out from the stage hitting the ring. After a moment the arena goes black as a voice comes over the PA.

Voice: I can hear what your thinking all your doubts and fears and if you look in my eyes in time you'll find the reason I'm here. And in time all things shall pass away and in time you may come back someday. To live once more or die once more, but in time your time'll be over

As the words fade over the PA.blue and red smoke begins to role over the enterence way as six men walk out from under the smoke and line up down the ramp standing across from each other. They reach under there cloaks and each pull a single large cross out and hold it high above their heads as "Remedy" by Seether begins to play. The lights come on dimely in the arena as a figure appears under the red and blue smoke.

Seether:

The figure bows its head before stepping out from under the smoke and raises his hands hig in the air as the fans erupt at the sight of SFM on the stage. SFM looks left and then right as he lowers his arms and starts down the ramp walking under the crosses held above his head by the cloaked men.

Seether:

As SFM reaches the ring steps he goes two steps up before stopping and turning towards the fans and shooting them a cocky smile before continuing up the ring steps and standing on the ring apron. SFM turns once again resting his back against the ropes and raising his hands high above his head

Seether:

SFM turns and ducks under the top rope and walks to the center of the ring and shoots the fans another cocky smile as he raises his hand and points at a turnbuckle and red pyro explodes out of it. He points at a second turnbuckle and a blue pyro explodes. A red explodes from the thrid and a blue from the forth.

Seether:

SFM raise his hands above his head and lowers his head as his hair falls down covering his face. He brings his hands down as red and blue pyros explode from all four turnbuckles and his music fades and SFM makes his way over to the ropes and grabs a mic from one of the crew. He leans on the ropes and looks at all the fans as he brushes his hair back with his free hand. SFM nods approvingly at the chants before raising the mic up to his lips.

SFM, "I suppose it’s about time that the Greatest Icon in Sports Entertainment History make his long awaited return to the fans of the I.C.W.A!"

The crowd pops as SFM just smirks, knowing that he’s still got em in the palm of his hand.

SFM, "A couple months ago I took the "legendary" Jimmy Stryker (crowd boos)�? And I tossed his ass off a three tear cage as if he was nothing more than a sack of potatoes�?As a result, I ALLOWED Jacob Mitchell to retain his ICWA Heavyweight Championship�?Then when I was ready to follow through and persue Stryker, I get a voice mail from WallStreet’s personal assistant Heather McMahon that says that the ICWA’s been pulled from it’s programming deals and as a result, will not be able to put on a show till the contracts got rearranged. So here we are now, two months later, and over the course of our little "vacation" if you will, all the egos relaxed, all the voiced died down�?save for one�?One mouth that never shuts, one ego that never deflates�?I’m talking about the ICWA World Champion Jacob MITCHELL! (Crowd pops)�?Jacob Mitchell is perhaps the only man I know who can make Street seem like he has low self esteem�?So tonight I do what I do best, stop a man’s jaw from running�?Tonight, I do what I do best, Take the crown as King of the ICWA Mountain�?Tonight, Jacob Mitchell, I have but one bit of advice�?BEWARE THE MEXICAN!!!"

The crowd pops as SFM tosses the mic over to the Finkle at ringside and ‘Remedy�?by Seether blasts over the PA. SFM exits the ring, slappin a couple of hands as JR says, "Short and to the point was SFM�?I think it’s safe to say that we’re gonna have a slobberknocker on our hands tonight!"

*Commercial Break*

When cameras return from commercial we find none other than the Corporate Icon himself, The WallStreet Brawler walking around in the back with a bit of a skip in his walk.

WallStreet, "Four weeks... Merely Four Weeks and the Entourage HEADLINES ICWA Thunderstruck! (Crowd pops), Four weeks and the Big Easy's Bobby Johnson goes toe to toe with nWs' Jacob Mitchell, for the World Heavyweight Title... Good GAWD I've still got it when it comes to pickin up rookies!"

WallStreet turns the corner when he hears a very familiar voice say, "Hey! Hey Taylor!"

WallStreet turns around as the cameras pan out and we see ICWA Heavyweight Champion Jacob Mitchell standing.

WallStreet, "Mr. Mitchell... What can I do for ya Champ?"

Mitchell, "You can tell me why I'm facing SFM for my title tonight."

WallStreet, "You're the Champ, putting you in a title defense on our return show equals ratings my good man..."

Mitchell, "I didn't ask why I was defending the title, I wouldn't of gone for the belt in the first place if I didn't intend on defending... Why SFM?"

WallStreet, "Why not SFM?"

Mitchell, "For one, what has he done to earn it? So he held the strap a couple years ago, what's that got to do with today? I mean a couple years ago people feared over hyped petting zoo rejects like Jakal's and Serpent's... I don't mind defending the title but why put me against another generic nobody, another Y2Jesus with a different wrapper when there's guys like Bobby Johnson who deserve it?"

WallStreet, "Look Jake, I respect your opinion, I respect the way you handle yourself in the ring, but, at the end of the night you're the guy who does the wrestling and I'm the guy who books the matches. I don't pay you to think or anyalize, I pay you to go out in front of a few thousand drunkin nobodies who are dumb enough to forfit their life savings to watch guys like Y2Jesus attempt to give it "one last run"... All you need to do is just go out, take a lil beating, and then turn it around and keep your strap another week... Your job is mindless, so instead of questioning my decisions, why don't you make one of your own right now... Either you'll face who I tell you to face, when I tell you to face them, which tonight is SFM, or you can show yourself the door, now which is it Jake?"

Mitchell's face gets tight as he seems very agitated at the blatant disrespect from WallStreet, but finally he takes a deep breath, nods, and says, "Aight... Fine... I guess I get paid the same regardless of who's ass I beat... You'll have your little title match tonight, but tread softly Taylor, you're starting to piss me off, and you know what happens to places when the nWs get's pissed off."

WallStreet laughs as he slaps Mitchell on the shoulder and says, "I'm tremblin, really, I am... Now why don't you go get ready for your match and I'ma go back to getting the party rolling for Bobby, take it easy."

WallStreet walks off as the cameras fade to the ring.

JR, "An interesting exchange of words between the champ and the boss�?
Heyman, "I told you the nWs was a bad idea�?I told everybody that bringing the nWs to the ICWA could do nothing but hurt us, but does anybody listen to me?! Does anybody listen to PAUL FRICKIN HEYMAN?!?! NO! OF COURSE NOT! I ONLY RAN ONE THE LARGEST DRAWING INDY PROMOTION OF ALL TIME, COMPETED WITH VINCE MCMAHON ON AN INDY PROMOTER BUDGET, AND REVOLUTIONIZED THE SPORT!! THAT’S ALL!!!!"
JR, "I’m sorry Paul, I wasn’t listening�?
Heyman, "KISS MY WHITE NEW YORK ASS YOU OKLAHOMA SWINE!!!"

<<<<<<<<MATCH SUMMERY>>>>>>>

Results are over a week late, Needless to say the matches will be summarized as I don’t have the time to write out real matches. Next week I may explore using a Match Simulator. In any event, this bout was a fairly generic hardcore match. The use of basic weapons, I.E. Steal Chairs, Trash Cans, tables, so on and so forth, were heavily used. There was a couple of high risk spots that got the crowd in a frenzy, but all in all it was very basic. At the end of the 6 minute match, Scott Jensen finished it off with the Pura Locura Slam through the table.

<<<<<<<<End Match Summery>>>>>>

Finkle, "YOUR WINNER, AND THE NUMBER 1 CONTENDER FOR THE ICWA HARDCORE TITLE…�?SCOTTT JENNNSENNN!!!!"

JR, "Bah gawd, Jensen pulled the upset, and picked up a win in his ICWA return!"
Heyman, "The sun shines on every dogs tail once in a while JR."

The cameras go to the back where we find Michael Cole standing next to Cali.

Cole, "Cali�?After threatening Lesnar’s wife and livelihood, now you have a women’s title rematch with the man they call "The Franchise", how do you feel about this bout?"

Cali, "Pssh�?How do I feel? I feel like I’m gonna�?

Before she can finish her sentence she is blindsided by what the cameras pick up as a leaping blonde woman, grabbing Cali’s hair and driving her to the ground. The crowd erupts as we slowly zoom in and see that Torrie Wilson-Lesnar is on top of Cali, slamming her head into the concrete repeatedly.

JR, "BAH GAWD! She’s letting loose on Cali!"
Heyman, "Must be that time of the month�?

Torrie continues her assault on Cali till finally, a sea of ICWA staff and officials fly onto the scene and quickly separate the two.

JR, "I’m not sure what kind of shape she’s gonna be in, but Cali goes one on one with Brock Lesnar for the ICWA Women’s Title�?NEXT!"

*Commercial Break*

When cameras return we see James leaned against a wall in the back, no shirt and a pair of black dress slacks makes up his wardrobe�?oh, and of course a rather arrogant smirk.

James, "So I’m saying, after I get done beatin�?Flatc*ck, I might just think about letting you come and check out the ceiling of my hotel room�?

The camera pans out and we see a very attractive brunette woman, who’s amply built.

JR, "Well that’s our hair and make up woman, Melinda."

Melinda blushes slightly and says, "I appreciate the offer, and under different circumstances I might answer differently, but, I’m happily committed right now�?

James raises an eyebrow as he says, "And that has exactly What to do with me stuffin�?ya like a Thankgiving turkey tonight?"

Melinda’s eyebrows flatten as she seems less enthused with James and says, "Look, I’m sorry, I’m just not interested."

James nods, "I’ve always supported a woman’s right of choice�?

Melinda smiles, but out of no where James nails a devastating right hand across the jaw of Melinda, dropping her hard on the ground and making the arena erupt with boos.

James smirks, "�?And I’ve always supported a man’s right to knock that woman on her ass when her tiny and feble mind makes the wrong choices�?."

James smirks and walks off as the cameras stay focused on Melinda

JR, "THAT NO GOOD, SONUVA�?
Heyman, "GENIOUS!! I’VE BEEN SAYING THIS FOR YEARS!"

Suddenly, however, a pair of black boots step into the scene, next to Melinda’s body. The camera slowly pans up and we see the same cloaked figure who’s been stalking Mitchell For past weeks, and as sure as he always has, he has a large monkey wrench in hand.

The figure looks down at Melinda briefly, and then begins to walk away, going the same direction as James went.

With that we go to the ring where Lesnar is already standing in wait.

<<<<<<Match Summery>>>>>

Cali starts out strong of the adrenaline from being attacked by Torrie Wilson �?Lesnar, however, this rush of adrenaline is quickly "de-rushed" if you will, when Lesnar nearly clotheslines her head off her shoulders. From there it’s pretty much a one sided squash match. After about 4 minutes of relentless decimation, Lesnar finally shows a hint of mercy (if that’s what you wanta call it), and locks on the Brock Lock, allowing the official to hoist her arm, and then drop it 3 consecutive times, giving Lesnar a KO victory.

<<<<<End Match Summery>>>>

The bell is sounding however Lesnar still has the lock hooked. Finally, however, Lesnar drops Cali, smiling all the while.

JR, "That is one sick puppy�?

The cameras go to the back where we find Blaze Inferno stretching and getting ready for her match. She is quick to bring her warm up to a halt however, as she seems to notice someone out of camera range. She stands up straight, as if ready for a confrontation, and into the scene to a huge pop steps No Limits Christian Skywalker.

JR, "There he is folks, without argument, the best United States Champion this company has had to date!"

NLCS, "Listen Blaze�?We’ve gone back and forth a bit in the spirit of competition, but�?Good luck."

Christian extends his hand as Blaze stares in his eyes, trying to read No Limits. Finally however, she takes Christian’s hand, albeit in hesitance, but all the same the two shake hands as Christian smiles, and then walks off.

JR, "Now that’s sportsmanship! Don’t go away, when we come back, Blaze Inferno�?Christian Skywalker�?One on One!"

*Commercial Break*

Cameras return from commercial as we see Missy Bytch standing in the back, who surprisingly, draws a pretty decent ovation.

Heyman, "When did the unemployment line start distributing checks backstage?!"

Missy seems very contently focused on the monitor as we go to the ring and Blaze Inferno’s theme hits the PA.

<<<This match was written by a Match Simulator that my lady friend pulled of the web and gave to me. It’s weak at best. It jumps around a lot, the way it inserts moves doesn’t make a whole lot of sense, and it’s very bland, I.E Christian Skywalker superkicks Blaze Inferno
Blaze Inferno Superkicks Christian Skywalker�?BR>If you’ve ever been in a fast paced chat room based fed, it’s kinda like watching one of those matches. But it’s either simulator or match summery, and since Blaze and NLCS put forth more effort than any other pair of opponents on the card, I felt I should give this a try for em. I have inserted entrances, but other wise this is all written by the Match Simulator, which is named, Zeus. ((Please note that it is incapable of differentiating genders, so Blaze is referred to as "He" a lot, but I don’t really have the time to go through and edit the entire match.))>>>

Tim White is the referee for this contest. Blaze Inferno tests out the ropes.
Tim White checks No Limits Christian Skywalker's boots and knee pads.
(ding, ding, ding) Blaze Inferno superkicks No Limits Christian Skywalker.
No Limits Christian Skywalker bounces Blaze Inferno off the ropes and clotheslines him.
No Limits Christian Skywalker punches Blaze Inferno repeatedly.
Blaze Inferno superkicks No Limits Christian Skywalker.
Now No Limits Christian Skywalker standing.
No Limits Christian Skywalker superkicks Blaze Inferno.
No Limits Christian Skywalker punches Blaze Inferno repeatedly.
Blaze Inferno executes a split legged moonsault on to No Limits Christian Skywalker.
Blaze Inferno stands up.
Blaze Inferno trys for a power move but is not strong enough to lift No Limits Christian Skywalker.
Blaze Inferno trys for a power move but is not strong enough to lift No Limits Christian Skywalker.
No Limits Christian Skywalker moves back to his feet.
Blaze Inferno sends No Limits Christian Skywalker to ringside.
Tim White starts the count (.1)
Blaze Inferno chokes No Limits Christian Skywalker with a microphone cable.
No Limits Christian Skywalker goes for a flying dropkick but Blaze Inferno dodges the attack.
(..2)
(...3)
No Limits Christian Skywalker bounces Blaze Inferno off the ropes and clotheslines him.
(....4)
No Limits Christian Skywalker clotheslines Blaze Inferno.
(.....5)
They head back into the ring.
Blaze Inferno superkicks No Limits Christian Skywalker.
They lockup. Blaze Inferno sends No Limits Christian Skywalker to the corner of the ring.
No Limits Christian Skywalker superkicks Blaze Inferno.
Blaze Inferno goes for a fisherman suplex but No Limits Christian Skywalker dodges the attack.
No Limits Christian Skywalker executes a swinging neckbreaker on Blaze Inferno.
No Limits Christian Skywalker punches Blaze Inferno repeatedly.
No Limits Christian Skywalker superkicks Blaze Inferno.
Blaze Inferno gets up.
Blaze Inferno superkicks No Limits Christian Skywalker.
No Limits Christian Skywalker gets up.
No Limits Christian Skywalker bounces Blaze Inferno off the ropes and clotheslines him.
No Limits Christian Skywalker clotheslines Blaze Inferno.
No Limits Christian Skywalker bounces Blaze Inferno off the ropes and clotheslines him.
Blaze Inferno is back on his feet.
No Limits Christian Skywalker superkicks Blaze Inferno.
No Limits Christian Skywalker covers Blaze Inferno.
The ref starts the count.
...1 ...2
Blaze Inferno escapes.
No Limits Christian Skywalker grabs Blaze Inferno's head and DDT's him on the mat.
]

JR - Good DDT by No Limits Christian Skywalker.

[Blaze Inferno climbs to his feet.
Blaze Inferno superkicks No Limits Christian Skywalker.
Blaze Inferno punches No Limits Christian Skywalker repeatedly.
No Limits Christian Skywalker bounces Blaze Inferno off the ropes and clotheslines him.
No Limits Christian Skywalker punches Blaze Inferno repeatedly.
No Limits Christian Skywalker superkicks Blaze Inferno.
Blaze Inferno trys for a fisherman suplex but is not strong enough to lift No Limits Christian Skywalker.
Blaze Inferno and No Limits Christian Skywalker go to the floor
Tim White starts the count (.1)
Blaze Inferno throws a chair at No Limits Christian Skywalker.
(..2)
Blaze Inferno superkicks No Limits Christian Skywalker.
(...3)
Blaze Inferno punches No Limits Christian Skywalker repeatedly.
(....4)
Blaze Inferno superkicks No Limits Christian Skywalker.
(.....5)
They fight into the aisle.
Blaze Inferno and No Limits Christian Skywalker move back to ringside.
Blaze Inferno takes No Limits Christian Skywalker into the ring.
They lockup. Blaze Inferno sends No Limits Christian Skywalker to the corner of the ring.
Blaze Inferno executes a split legged moonsault on to No Limits Christian Skywalker.
Blaze Inferno chants start.
Blaze Inferno stands up.
Blaze Inferno drags No Limits Christian Skywalker to the floor.
Tim White starts the count (.1)
]

JR - This is quality sports entertainment!

[(..2)
Blaze Inferno clotheslines No Limits Christian Skywalker.
(...3)
No Limits Christian Skywalker bounces Blaze Inferno off the ropes and clotheslines him.
Blaze Inferno gets back to his feet.
(....4)
Blaze Inferno superkicks No Limits Christian Skywalker.
No Limits Christian Skywalker gets up.
(.....5)
No Limits Christian Skywalker and Blaze Inferno move back into the ring.
No Limits Christian Skywalker superkicks Blaze Inferno.
No Limits Christian Skywalker punches Blaze Inferno repeatedly.
Blaze Inferno executes a split legged moonsault on to No Limits Christian Skywalker.
Now Blaze Inferno standing.
Blaze Inferno covers No Limits Christian Skywalker.
The ref starts the count.
...1 ...2
No Limits Christian Skywalker escapes.
]

JR - Blaze Inferno almost won the match!

[No Limits Christian Skywalker stands up.
Blaze Inferno Applies her trademarked "Cry Uncle" ((Fullnelson camel clutch)) No Limits Christian Skywalker.
Tim White is checking for a tap out.
... ... No Limits Christian Skywalker is fighting the hold. ... No Limits Christian Skywalker trys to escape. No Limits Christian Skywalker escapes.
Blaze Inferno and No Limits Christian Skywalker go to the floor
Tim White starts the count (.1)
(..2)
Blaze Inferno superkicks No Limits Christian Skywalker.
No Limits Christian Skywalker stands up.
(...3)
No Limits Christian Skywalker superkicks Blaze Inferno.
(....4)
They lockup. No Limits Christian Skywalker sends Blaze Inferno to the corner of ringside.
(.....5)
Blaze Inferno and No Limits Christian Skywalker move back into the ring.
Blaze Inferno superkicks No Limits Christian Skywalker.
Blaze Inferno punches No Limits Christian Skywalker repeatedly.
Blaze Inferno superkicks No Limits Christian Skywalker.
No Limits Christian Skywalker climbs to his feet.
No Limits Christian Skywalker hits Blaze Inferno with the spinebuster slam.
No Limits Christian Skywalker gets back to his feet.
Blaze Inferno stands up.
Blaze Inferno superkicks No Limits Christian Skywalker.
No Limits Christian Skywalker climbs to his feet.
Blaze Inferno superkicks No Limits Christian Skywalker.
Blaze Inferno superkicks No Limits Christian Skywalker.
No Limits Christian Skywalker is back on his feet.
No Limits Christian Skywalker picks Blaze Inferno up and side suplexes him to the mat.
No Limits Christian Skywalker gets back to his feet.
No Limits Christian Skywalker goes off the top nailing Blaze Inferno with a flying elbow drop to the gut.
No Limits Christian Skywalker hits a frog splash on Blaze Inferno.
Blaze Inferno gets hit with a running powerslam by No Limits Christian Skywalker
No Limits Christian Skywalker chants start.
No Limits Christian Skywalker gets back to his feet.
No Limits Christian Skywalker clotheslines Blaze Inferno.
No Limits Christian Skywalker executes a neck breaker.
No Limits Christian Skywalker goes for a pin.
The ref starts the count.
...1 ...2 ...3
]

JR - No Limits Christian Skywalker has won the match!

JR - The winner of this match, No Limits Christian Skywalker!!!

<<<End of Simulator Zeus�?writing>>>

NLCS gets up, seemingly exhausted, as Blaze lays on the mat, her eyes open and chest rapidly going up and down�?She’s conscious, but it’s sinking in that she just lost what may have been her biggest opportunity to date.

JR, "That’s a tough break for Blaze Inferno�?She had a world title opportunity at her fingertips, but, there’s absolutely no shame in suffering defeat at the hands of a No Limits Christian Skywalker�?It doesn’t get much better than that fine athlete."

Christian walks over and extends his hand down to Blaze, making the crowd pop. Blaze nods, reaches up, and allows NLCS to help her up. The crowd is going wild as Christian shakes her hand, and gives her a small pat on the back. Blaze grabs Christian’s wrist and hoists his arm into the air as the crowd is eating up every moment of two of their favorite superstars showing great sportsmanship.

JR, "At this time in this sport, that’s something right there�?I tip my hat to both these young athletes�?Take a close look Paul, cause this is what it’s all about."
Heyman, " (gags) GOD, IS IT OVER YET!?!?!"

The erupting crowd suddenly begins to boo, as in the corner of the screen, behind NLCS and Blaze, we see what appears to be somebody sliding into the ring. Out of no where, the man, who’s face is covered by a Christian-like Hoody, grabs Blaze by the back of the neck and the trunks and tosses her out of the ring via the second and third ropes. By the wardrobe and build of the man, despite not seeing his face, we’re all but certain that it’s none other than former CWA champion Ryan Ross.

No Limits turns around and is instantly met by "The Knockout Blow ((RKO))".

JR, "Aww come on! What the Hell is this!! We haven’t seen Ryan Ross since his title defense at Resurrection, and if I had it my way, he could stay gone!"
Heyman, "Your opinion is your opinion, however, my opinion is fact, and in-fact I’d simply like to say THANK GOD for Ryan ROSS!"

The crowd boos as Ross simply smirks, looking down over an unconscious Christian Skywalker as ‘Shadows�?By 12 Stones blasts over the PA.

We fade on Ross in the ring as the cameras cut to commercial

*Commercial Break*

As cameras return from commercial we once again find WallStreet running around backstage with the same whistle in his step he had earlier. As WallStreet walks down the hallway, he comes to a slow stop in front of two large doors which read�?/P>

::VIP Only::

WallStreet knocks. The door opens and out from behind it steps a rather large man, dressed in a pair of black jeans, a tight fitting black T shirt, and a very "A-Trainish" look.

"VIP Only pal�?Oh, Mr. McCallister�?My apologies."

WallStreet laughs and gives the man a pat on the shoulder as he walks around him and we enter this large room. Once inside we see what would appear to be at least a couple dozen incredible looking women, as well as carts upon carts upon carts of some of the best Champaign money can buy. There’s four large men, all dressed in the same attire as the Atrain lookin fella, and we can presume that they’re all WallStreet’s personally hired security for this "VIP room".

WallStreet, "It’s good to see my dollar still gets it’s worth�?Ladies, Ladies, Ladies�?Tonight is a night of celebration�?It’s the night that we celebrate the success of The Entourage�?The brilliance of the Corporate Icon�?And of course, the greatest rookie in ICWA History, Bobby Johnson. Now Bobby-boy has no idea what his lil "party" has awaiting for him, so I want all of you to stay back here until I call for you. When I call for you, grab the Champaign, and waddle your scantly clad asses out to my ring and give the Entourage, and more specifically Bobby Johnson, a time that none of us will ever forget!"

WallStreet glances around at the ladies, smirking at the product of a dollar well spent, and then heads out of the VIP room as the cameras go to the ring.

Heyman, "I�?AM.. GOING�?TO�?THIS�?PARTY!!!!!!"

With that ‘Sweet Dreams�?as redone by Marylin Manson blasts over the PA.

Finkle, "Ladies and Gentlemen, the following bout is scheduled for ONEFALL, with a ten minute time limit! Introducing first�?From Philadelphia Pennsylvania�?JAMMMMESSSS!!!"

The music continues to play but James fails to appear from behind the curtain.

JR, "James seems to be running late�?He probably stopped off to trade stories with Ike Turner."
Heyman gasps, "JR! Was that a controversial comment!?! As unfair as it may have been to both James and Ike Turner, I must say�?I like it."
JR, "Never the less, It’d be nice if he could take the time out of his woman beating schedule to show up ontime for work�?

Finally the music stops playing as the crowd seems slightly confused. Again, however, James�?entrance video plays on the Dementa-Tron and ‘Sweet Dreams�?blasts over the PA.

JR, "Here we go�?I may not be a Matt Matlock fan, but I hope he shows James a thing or two in respect tonight!"
Heyman, "Hold on a second�?You’re, to be hip, "Hatin" on James because he punched Melinda in the jaw�?Right?"
JR, "You’re damned right I am! There’s absolutely no excuse for a man to lay a hand on a woman like that!"
Heyman, "Okay�?So my next question�?You wanta explain to me one more time how Stone Cold Steve Austin is the greatest guy since Gandhi?"
JR, "…………………………�?/FONT>"

As the commercials draw to an end the Dementa tron lights up showing a Mountain Dew Amped commercial as a male narrator speaks.

"This is the ICWA AMP of the Night�?

ICWA Demented Live. ::Amp of the Night::

<<<The Following Was Written by Bobby Johnson>>> Johnny Invincible and Matt Mattlock have Bobby Johnson in the corner, and they are pummeling him with rights and lefts, beating him down into the corner.  Both men pick Bobby up and throw him over the ropes, and turn around and begin to fight each other, but Bobby grabs onto them as he goes over the top, and is able to keep his feet from touching the ground and rolls back into the ring.  Bobby staggers to his feet and runs towards the men, and with all of his remaining strength, hits Johnny Invincible in the back with a Missle Dropkick, sending him into Matt Mattlock, and sending them back into the ring ropes.  Purely on instinct, Matt Mattlock uses the mometum caused by Johnny falling into him and is able to flip him over the ropes.  Matt leans on the ropes as he looks at Johnny Invincible laying on the ring floor, and turns and looks at Bobby, who is still, on one knee trying to regain his strength.  Bobby stands on his feet and faces Mattlock, who has stood up off the ropes and walked towards the center of the ring.  The two men face each other and stare each other down, neither man wanting to blink first.  Almost simultaniously they start to throw lefts and rights at each other.  Mattlock starts to get the better of Bobby, and is able to grab his arm and level him with a clothesline.  Matt picks up Bobby and Irish Whips him into the ropes expecting him to bounce back off of them, but Bobby grabs onto the ropes and stops himself.  Bobby seems to be in another world, and Mattlock sees this as a perfect time to end this match and starts to charge towards Bobby and finish him off with a clothesline.  Bobby has been playing possum and as Matt charges, Bobby drops to one knee and turns to his side and when Matt reaches the ropes, Bobby grabs him and lauches him over in a modified Fireman's throw.  Matt hit the floor of the arena and looks up at Bobby in disbelief, as Bobby is on both knees with his face in his hands as confetti falls from the rafters. JR:  BY GAWD HE'S DONE IT!!!!!  BOBBY JOHNSON HAS WON THE ICWA'S ROYAL RUMBLE!!!! Heyman:  Even I'm impressed JR.  Bobby put on one hell of a show tonight. JR:  He was the first man in the Rumble, and the last man in the ring.  One of the greatest performances in ICWA history. Heyman:  No question about that JR, no question at all. By this time Bobby is one of the turnbuckles poiting towards the crowd as they chant his name: BOBBY BOBBY BOBBY BOBBY BOBBY BOBBY BOBBY BOBBY BOBBY!!!! JR:  Celebrate now Mr. Johnson because your road to the ICWA World Heavyweight Title has just begun Narrator, "This has been the mountain Dew "Amp of the Night"�?Mountain Dew Amp, GET AMPED!"

With that we focus on the stage ever so briefly before the lights dim, baring the stage lights which go gold as �?11�?by Eminem, Cypress Hill, and D12 blasts over the PA.

"WHOOOOOOOOOO WHO! GUESS WHO’S BACK�?MOMMY, WE’RE HOME�?SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE FRIENDS�?DJ MUGZ, SOUL ASSASSIANS, CYPRESS HILL�?EVERYBODY, PUT YOUR HANDS WHERE MY EYES CAN SEE EM!!!

Everywhere we go people know we roll deep as fuck
40, 50 Samoans ain’t knowing when we gonna bust
50, twizie, obie, there won’t be no ho in us
They pop shit like they gonna do shit but noone does
From New York down to Texas, back up to Los Angeles
We changed the way we moved so man up
If you can’t adjust
You may end up getting rushed
By too many to handle us
It’s funny, I guess Money does have it’s advantages
And it isn’t that we just think that we can’t be touched
It’s not like we’re just feeling ourselves that much
It’s just, if someone ever does put us in the clutch
We just know that yawl ain’t gonna be the one to do it�?/EM>