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After that great return show, what could the ICWA have in store this time around? Well why wait any longer to find out? We open up on the inside of the Greenville Convention Center where about 1200 people have jam packed the Convention center.

The lights that are set up on the stage begin flashing as the opening chords of "Right Now" blast over the speakers. As the lyrics start the curtain moves and from behind it to a chours of boos steps Jimmy Stryker.

WallStreet, "Welcome to ICWA’s Colossal Aftermath, I am the Corporate Icon Taylor McCallister and we are live from the Greenville Convention Center in Greenville North Carolina. There you see former ICWA Heavyweight Champion Jimmy Stryker making his way to the ring and if you didn’t catch our return show, Jimmy has made quite the impact in this returning time for the ICWA. At ICWA’s Back By Popular Demand, Jimmy Stryker and Drew Stevenson made their return to the ICWA by orchestrating and launching a massive assault on Christian Michaels, the Legendary Ric Flair, and ICWA Heavyweight Champion David Van Dam after their grueling ICWA Championship match. Now we’ve been told that Jimmy Stryker has some kind of an announcement he wants to make here tonight and it doesn’t look like we’re going to have to wait long to figure out just what that announcement is."

Indeed it doesn’t as Jimmy Stryker’s just climbed over the top rope and took the microphone from Bert Busch.

Stryker hesitates, looking at the fans with disdain.

Stryker, "Van Dam�?Two weeks ago I made my intentions perfectly clear. I’ve come back to the ICWA for one reason and one reason only, and that’s to regain my ICWA Heavyweight Championship. So David, last time we were in this building I sent a message�?It was a warning shot. I don’t offer more than one warning before I get serious, so, here tonight I’m making it official�?I am, as of right now, OFFICIALLY Challenging *YOU* David Van Dam, for your ICWA Heavyweight Championship! So the way I see it David, you have two choices�?Give me what I want, or, Live to Regret It. Your call�?Think it over real seriously and I’ll come back out here a little later and you can tell me in person when and where I’m getting my title back."

Stryker turns off the mic and tosses it back to Busch as "Right Now" re-strikes the airwaves. Stryker raises his arms, which draws a chorus of boos from his less than adoring fans.

WallStreet, "Hmm, Well, there ya have It folks. It looks like Stryker’s looking for a heavyweight championship opportunity. I can only assume that we’ll get David Van Dam’s response to Stryker’s challenge a little later tonight."

As Stryker heads up the ramp his music fades and we pay focus to Bert Busch standing in the middle of the ring.

Bert Busch, "Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONEFALL with a fifteen minute time limit!"

Scott Andrews appears from the back of the stage wearing his wrestling attire and draping the Canadian flag over his shoulder.

Bert Busch: Ladies and gentlemen, hailing from Toronto Ontario Canada...... He weighs in at 220lbs...... here is the Canadian Dream......Scott Andrews!

His music hits the arena, the lights dimmer down to a hazy red. The fans boo The Dream but he shrugs it off as he waves his flag for the fans who appreciate him. The lights come back to their normal state, he makes his way down the ramp cursing down the fans at ringside and in the aisle. He then makes his way into the ring waving the flag once more.

The lights in the arena dim just as the camera finishes panning around the crowd, it goes into the air facing towards the entrance ramp. Suddenly 'Downfall' by Trust Company hits the Public Address system. Nate Rupe makes his way down to the ring, clapping hands along the way, he gets into the ring and poses with some random stuff for a few seconds.

Before Rupe has time to react, Andrews darts across the ring and starts clobbering on the back of Rupe.

Wallstreet, "The Canadian Dream isn't wasting any time going to work on Nate Rupe."

Rupe is able to fight his way out of the attack with a few punches to the stomach of Scott Andrews. Rupe throws a quick kick to the stomach and now Rupe has Andrews on the run. Andrews quickly backs off and latches himself on to the ropes. Before Rupe can get to The Dream, the ref has to pull Nate back.

Wallstreet, "Andrews opting to cut off Rupe's momentum building by taking to the ropes."

Nate is hounded by the ref to back away. He turns away and shrugs his shoulders to the audience.

Nate, "This guy's a cheater!"

Wallstreet, "Don't turn your back on your opponent, Nate!"

Too late. Andrews takes advantage of Rupe's playing to the crowd, and hits him from behind with a bulldog. The Dream jumps up and stomps away on Rupe, who is unable to play any sufficient defense against Andrews' attack. The Dream picks Rupe up, but Nate immediately throws a hard swing for the head. Andrews ducks just in time and smashes Rupe down to the mat with a side russian legsweep. Scott goes to the apron and begins to climb to the top turnbuckle.

Wallstreet, "We're gonna see The Canadian Dream in flight it appears. All boarding flight 119 to Canada!"

Andrews gets up, but Nate is able to get to his feet just in time and throw a few punches. Andrews sits on the turnbuckle. Rupe climbs up and goes for a suplex. However, before Rupe can get it off, Andrews rakes the eyes.

Wallstreet, "How the hell did the ref not see that! C'mon ref!"

The Canadian Dream, Scott Andrews shoves the blinded Nate Rupe off of the turnbuckle. Rupe hits the mat, but is able to climb back up to his feet. Andrews leaps from the top rope and catches Rupe in a hurricanrana! Rupe's body bowls across the ring like tumbleweed.

Wallstreet, "Although I don't admire his attitude, Scott Andrews is an incredible athlete."

Andrews, with a cocky swagger in his steps, ascends the top rope again.

Wallstreet, "What's he going to do now?!"

Andrews motions for the crowd to get on their feet. "Take a look at greatness," he yells. Andrews launches himself into the air and comes down on Rupe with a FIVE STAR SHOOTING PRESS!

Wallstreet, "I believe that's called The Maple Leaf!!! That was exhilarating!"

Andrews covers Rupe for the pin. 1 - 2 - 3!

And your winner is....THE CANADIAN DREAM, SCOTT ANDREWS!

WallStreet, "And an impressive debut for "The Canadian Dream" Scott Andrews.

Nate rolls out and heads to the back as Andrews jumps up on the ropes, throwing his fist in the air as the crowd boos. He snickers and hops out of the ring, heading back up the stage as Bert Busch once again finds himself in the middle of the ring.

Bert Busch, "The following contest is A Triple Threat Match and it is scheduled for Onefall. At the request of it’s participants this contest will be contested with No Disqualifications."

Some lights on the stage begin flashing as the opening of Superbeast by Rob Zombie hit’s the waves. About 12 seconds in when the music picks up the Superbeast comes onto the stage with a scowl on his face.

Bert Busch, "Introducing First, from Philadelphia Pennsylvania, he weighs in this evening at 340 Pounds�? He is the SUPPPPPPPPPERBEAST!"

He gives a sarcastic look to the fans and heads to the ring.

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WallStreet, "Good gracious! Look at that guy! Six foot four, nearly 350 pounds and I’m assuming by his tattooed skull that he’s probably got one Hell of a pain tolerance. I’d hate to be on the opposite side of this guy.

Superbeast makes his way to the floor and jaw jacks with a few fans before he climbs up onto the ring. He looks out with a menacing glare, pounds his chest a couple of times, and then turns and enters between the ropes. He heads to a corner and begins pacing his corner and working out his ligaments as our attention heads back to a cautious Busch.

Busch, "His Next opponent�?

The opening chords of "Inside The Fire" by Disturbed strike as the strobe lights begin spinning. Eventually there’s an evil laugh, upon said laugh the curtain flies open and from behind it with a disgusted glare on his face is�?/FONT>

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Shattered Soul.

Busch, "He weighs in at 236 pounds and hails from The Depths Of Darkness�? He is�?SHATTERED SOOOOOOOOULLLLLL!"

Shattered Soul begins walking down the barricade created isle way slowly and with a lack of motivation as the fans boo and jeer his way.

WallStreet, "A Complete 360 in personality is what we’ve seen from the man formally known as Scott Jensen and currently known as Shattered Soul. It’s my understanding that a combination of a poor childhood combined with stresses in his personal life and his professional life when we last closed up shop finally snapped this young man’s optimistic and jovial personality into the cynical martyr for society that you see today. Either way, however, it’s yet to be seen if this personality change will benefit him any between the ropes. Tonight he has his work cut out for him in this triple threat hardcore contest."

Shattered Soul gets down to the ring and glances to his side, getting a look of disgusted surprise as he sees a young guy in Daisy Duke jean shorts and white half shirt holding up a sign that reads�?/FONT>

SHATTERED
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The fan’s eyes are wide but not as wide as his big dorky, toothy, smile.

WallStreet, "Apparently Shattered Soul has a fan."

Shattered Soul rolls his eyes and climbs up onto the ring apron. He extends his arms in the crucifix position and looks out to the booing crowd, holding his pose briefly before entering the ring between the ropes. He stands in the corner opposite Superbeast and then slides down the corner pads, ending up seated in the corner with his arms on the middle ropes.

Nothing To Lose starts playing while we focus on the stage. The camera skims around for a second till the music picks up. The camera then goes back to the stage and standing on it with his arms crossed and a scowl on his face is the Pitbull.

The crowd cheers and/or boos but Kenderson pays it no mind.

Busch, "And Finally, From Brooklyn New York�?Weighing in at 225 pounds�?The Wiiiild Pitbull�?Terry KENNNNNNNNNNDERSONNNNN!"

WallStreet. "A Lot of new faces in the ICWA this year and two of them are in this triple threat match�?Of course I mean Superbeast and this crazed fighter, The Wild Pitbull Terry Kenderson. I Love history and am ecstatic with how many great ICWA Names have returned to the organization, but, I’m equally excited at how much fresh new talent is making their way into the ICWA as well. It makes for a very competitive field."

Finally Kenderson makes his way down the ramp, his focus never leaving the ring. He climbs the steps and enters the ring. He climbs to the second rope, crosses his arms and looks beyond the fans. He then stands in his corner with his arms crossed staring across at Superbeast, who switches back and forth between glaring at Kenderson and the now standing but still slouched Shattered Soul.

Referee Jason Harding calls for the bell and all three men just look around hesitantly. Shattered Soul suddenly turns, ducks down under the top rope, places a hand on the outside canvas and hops down out of the ring. He stands at ringside and looks in as Kenderson walks over and starts yelling, "COME ON BITCH! I HEARD YA YAPPIN FOR TWO WEEKS! GET IN HERE!"

Shattered Soul shows no reaction and Kenderson doesn’t get a chance to further taunt as Superbeast comes from behind and nails Kenderson in the back with a big forearm. Kenderson drops to his knees with his throat across the second rope so Superbeast drops down and puts his weight across the shoulders and neck of Kenderson, choking him on the second rope.

WallStreet, "Kenderson making what could prove to be a fatal mistake by turning his back to Superbeast and as a result is now on the business end of a nearly 350 pound choke�?A Choke that might I add is as legal as a headlock or drop toe hold in this no disqualifications contest."

Shattered Soul reaches onto the opposite side of the barricade and grabs a fan’s steel chair, folding it and watching the action. Superbeast finally gets tired of choking Kenderson and stands up�?Kenderson grabs his throat but before he can get himself off the ropes Shattered Soul comes forward and CRAAAAAAACK!

WallStreet, "Good gracious! He just nailed him with that steel chair!"

Kenderson pops up to his feet with a far away look in his eyes and falls back in the middle of the ring like a tiny oak tree. Super beast darts back, hit’s the ropes, runs to the middle, leaps in the air and nails a running splash, shaking the entire ring. The Beast stays on top as Harding drops down and counts ……�?.One……�?.Two�?Before he could hit the Three Shattered Soul slid in and CRAAAAAAAACK!

WallStreet, "And now the chair goes across the back of the Superbeast!"

Superbeast comes up to his knees holding his back as Shattered Soul jumps over Kenderson, Runs, hit’s the ropes, comes back, throws the chair at The Beast who catches it just in time for Shattered Soul to leap up and drop kick it into his face, knocking the Superbeast back off his knees with such impact that he ends up rolling underneath the bottom rope to the floor below. The crowd lets out a loud "Ohhh" as Shattered Soul spins around and covers the Wild Pitbull. Harding drops down and counts ………�?One……�?.two…�?.Thr�?Kenderson just throws his arm up as the crowd cheers.

WallStreet, "I thought this contest was about to end as fast as it started, but, somehow the wild pitbull managed to muster up enough fortitude to get that shoulder up."

Shattered Soul stands up and looks at the referee with clear displeasure in his decision, but the official insists that his count was an accurate one. Kenderson rolls to his knees and his forehead as Shattered Soul opts to take his attention off Harding and back to Kenderson. The performer previously known as Scott Jensen bends down and picks up Kenderson by the neck. Soul hits hip with a solid hip check, and then grabs him by the wrist, Whipping him hard into the corner. The Wild Pitbull hit’s the corner back first and then staggers out where Shattered Soul kicks him in the gut and hooks his head in the front facelock�?/FONT>

WallStreet, "He’s looking for his "Shards of Soul" DDT!"

Indeed he probably is, but, Kenderson grabs Soul’s wrists, spins out with a modified wrist lock only to kick Shattered Soul in the gut, hook his head, and snap back with a fast DDT of his own. The crowd goes wild as Kenderson drops down and hooks the far leg and Harding drops down to count ………One……�?Two�?Only two as Shattered Soul kicks out. Before Kenderson can get up Superbeast (who is obviously to his feet on the floor now) reaches in, grabs him by the ankle, and pulls him under the ropes to the floor. Kenderson turns around and Superbeast nails a standing Axehandle over the head of the Pitbull. The Pitbull leans back against the ring and Superbeast grabs him by the wrist and pulls him off with a hard whip that sends the Pitbull into the Guardrail with such force that he ends up going up and over into the front row. Superbeast takes a few steps toward the Guardrail and taunts Kenderson by pounding on his chest in a way that’s comparable to King Kong. Superbeast snickers and turns around to get him some of Shattered Soul, but to his surprise Shattered Soul has just bounced off the far ropes, darted forward, and leaps between the ropes flying out and nailing Superbeast with a suicide dive that sends Superbeast back into the guardrail before both men hit the concrete at ringside.

The crowd is on their feet with applause as WallStreet says, "What mayhem."

All three men are down on the floor, The crowd is on their feet, and the referee is on his feet on the floor pleading with these guys to get up and get back in the ring. Slowly, all three competitors start getting up at about the same slow pace�?Kenderson is first up by about a quarter of a second as Superbeast and Shattered Soul get up about simultaneously. Superbeast goes for a big right hand on Shattered Soul, but, Soul blocks with a forearm and nails a hard right of his own. Superbeast turns holding his jaw and when he does he finds the Pitbull (who’s still in the front row) waiting�?The Pitbull grabs the Superbeast around the neck and under the armpit and with all his might he pops his hips and takes the 350 pound Superbeast up and over the guardrail and sailing back, crashing through the chairs in the second and third row as the crowd makes sure to get the Hell out of dodge.

The fans go berserk as WallStreet exclaims, "Good Gracious!"

Shattered Soul even looks surprised as he sees the carnage. Regardless if he’s surprised or not though, he progresses forward as Kenderson pulls himself up. Kenderson turns around in time to see Shattered Soul going for a right, and much the same as Shattered Soul had done to Superbeast moments ago, Kenderson blocks the right and drives a hard right elbow into Shattered Soul’s mouth, making him stumble back toward the ring as the Pitbull climbs back over the fan barricade. Shattered Soul leans on the ring checking his mouth for blood as Kenderson comes up from behind, driving a hard forearm into his adversary’s back before rolling him back into the ring. Kenderson slides in as Shattered Soul’s getting to his knees�?Kenderson stalks Shattered Soul as he slowly gets to his feet�?Shattered Soul turns around and Kenderson kicks him in the gut and wraps his head in a front facelock�?Shattered Soul immediately starts squirming and desperately fighting to escape, knowing this isn’t where he wants to be with the Pitbull, But, before he knows it the Pitbull jumps up, wraps his legs around Shattered Soul’s body, and drops back forcing Shattered Soul down to the canvas in that Front Facelock Guillotine submission of his.

WallStreet, "This contest may be on the brink of conclusion as The Wild Pitbull’s got Shattered Soul locked in that vicious submission hold he’s so aptly referenced as the "Choke Collar"."

Back in the crowd we see Superbeast staggering up to his feet, trying desperately to shake off the cobwebs from that huge and unexpected throw he took from the Pitbull earlier. Superbeast wipes his hand over his face, almost trying to wipe away his daze as he starts to regain focus and realizes that Kenderson and Shattered Soul are in the center of the ring and Shattered Soul has no place to go before he inevitably gives up or passes out and Superbeast loses the match without even being involved in the decision. Superbeast trudges through the fans to the barricade and climbs up and over as the fans in that section start booing. Superbeast climbs up onto the ring and starts climbing the turnbuckles�?Superbeast gets pirched uptop as the fans get to their feet with anticipation�?/FONT>

WallStreet, "I don’t like seeing a 350 pound man on the top rope�?This has nowhere but bad to go."

Superbeast Launches himself off the top and flies down, colliding skull to skull with The Pitbull as he nails a huge flying head butt. Kenderson immediately relinquishes the choke collar and Shattered Soul drops across Kenderson in a barely conscious state. Harding drops down and starts counting ……………One

WallStreet, "Wait�?Superbeast hit that big Headbutt to break up the Choke Collar but�?

………Two�?.

WallStreet, "�?FONT color=#00ff00>Shattered Soul ended up falling across the Pitbull and Superbeast may have knocked himself out and now�?

……�?THREE.

Superbeast tries to shake it off and land a forearm to break up the in adverted cover but to no avail as Harding calls for the bell and "Inside the Fire" by Disturbed begins blasting over the PA as the crowd boos.

Bert Busch, "Here is your winner�?Shattered Soul!"

WallStreet, "Shattered Soul�?Shattered Soul Wins? Shattered Soul wins�?I’m impressed. It was certainly in controversial fashion, but, it was a win none the less."

Shattered Soul rolls to his knees, slowly getting his wits back about him as Harding raises his arm. Shattered Soul rolls out of the ring and doesn’t pay attention as he staggers back to the guardrail�?When he does that fan who had the sign promoting Shattered Soul earlier grabs Shattered Soul from behind giving him a big hug. Shattered Soul snaps around and pushes the fan back. The fan just keeps smiling and cheering as Shattered Soul looks confused and aggravated.

WallStreet, "That fan celebrating Shattered Soul’s victory with him, however, Shattered Soul doesn’t appear to be the Celebratory type."

Shattered Soul glares at the fan and starts walking backwards toward the ramp. The fan just keeps cheering as all of the rest of the fans around boo emphatically. Shattered Soul finally turns around and walks up the ramp. He turns around, glares at the fans one more time, and then heads back through the curtains. Back in the ring Superbeast pulls himself up holding his head. He begins arguing with Harding, contesting that it was his move that put Kenderson out and thus it should be his win, but Harding stands by his decision.

WallStreet, "Superbeast trying to lay claim to the victory based on it being his high risk manuver that put Shattered Soul into the victory, but, regardless of who’s move did what it was Shattered Soul who was atop of Kenderson while his shoulders were pinned to the mat for three seconds�?Harding’s making the right call by standing behind his decision."

Superbeast is getting aggressive but Harding won’t budge. Finally Superbeast swings and nails a hard right that drops Harding like a sack of bricks and draws even more boos from the crowd (a few cheers too, but mostly boos).

WallStreet, "That was uncalled for and you can rest assured that that’s gonna strike Superbeast’s wallet. You can’t just go around throwing tantrums and attacking officials because matches don’t work out to your liking."

Superbeast lets out an annoyed breath and a glare to the booing fans before he exit’s the ring. Superbeast starts heading up the ramp as the fans throw as many obscenities his way as they can.

WallStreet, "He may be large in size but he’s small in stature. No truly big man would feel the need to take out his frustrations on a hundred and some odd pound referee. Hopefully we can get Mister Harding to the back to get checked on by our on site medic and with any luck, he wasn’t hurt seriously by that childish outburst from the Superbeast."

Superbeast goes through the curtain as Kenderson rolls out under the bottom rope, holding his head and stumbling a little with his first few steps. The fans finally start to cheer a little as Kenderson starts walking up the ramp. A member of security grabs Harding out of the ring and follows slowly behind Kenderson as he aids Harding to the back. All three guys eventually make their way through the curtain as Bert Busch retakes the ring.

A generic sounding techno song hits as Derek Flair walks out to the ring. He looks like a Ric Flair rip off, wearing blue trunks, the knee pads the way Flair always wore them, and bleach blonde hair. He even gives a whoo. The crowd gives a light cheer, just because he's a Flair knock off. Rolling into the ring, Flair struts.

Busch, "In the ring now, from Charlotte, North Carolina. DEREK FLAIR."

A few more cheers for him as his song is replaced by "Step Up" by Drowning Pool hits. The crowd falls into a hushed silence as Paul Heyman emerges, followed by the mammoth Pat Warner. Heyman is talking to Warner as they walk down to the ring. Warner enters the ring.

Busch, "Now in the ring, from Indianapolis, Indiana, weighing in at two hundred and ninety pounds. THE JUGGERNAUGHT... PATRICK WARNER."

Wallstreet" What a mammoth this Warner is. Jason Harding calls for the bell, and Derek Flair goes right after Warner."

Flair moves towards the much larger competetor, showing no fear as he throws a big punch towards Warner's head. It doesn't even phase Warner, which causes Flair to back up some. Warner delivers a big punch right to Flair which staggers him back to the ropes. Grabbing Flair, Warner shoots him off into the other set of ropes. Flair comes back, is lifted into the air, and dropped with a massive sit out spine buster. Warner slides over him for the cover. One. Two. Three.

Wallstreet, "And it's over, just like that. This Pat Warner is very, very impressive."

Busch, "Your winner... PATRICK WARNER."

Warner looks down at Derek Flair for a few moments before exiting the ring, walking to the back with Heyman.

Busch, "The Following contest is scheduled for Onefall and has a Fifteen Minute Time Limit�?

Three 6 Mafia's "Some Bodies Gonna Get It" comes across the arena and it is met with an incredibly loud mixed, but strong reaction. The music goes on for about 10 seconds, then the music kicks it up a few notches as Big Steed comes jumping out from the back, pumping his fists in the air.

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He walks with a purpose to the ring, rolls under the bottom rope, and goes to the turnbuckle, raising his hands in the air.

"Fire it up" blasts through the P.A. and plays awhile, awaiting the arrival of the Silent Warrior. "Face your fear. Accept your war. It is what it is." is sung and then the Silent One hits the stage with Angelina as the song continues.

WallStreet, "There he is�?The Silent Warrior Whysper and his lovely lady, Angelina Santana. Whysper really came out here last week and put it all out there in his quest to obtain the Cyber TV title. I said it last week and I’ll say it again this week, nobody lost that match, Zarek Lyle just happened to leave it with the Cyber TV championship around his waist."

He flips his hair back and pounds his chest with his fist and gives the rock/heavy metal taunt. Then, he crosses his arms in an 'X' formation in front of his body. After that, the Silent One looks towards Heaven and points towards it. He then looks at Angelina and she turns to him dramatically, pressing herself against him as he grabs her around the waist. She puts her arms around Whysper's shoulders and wraps her right leg around his waist as he holds it around the thigh area.

Angelina caresses the Silent One's face as he does hers. They then engage in a long, passionate kiss.

Busch, "Making his way to the ring, weighing one hundred ninety pounds. From Plainville, Indiana, being escorted by Angelina Santana....Whyyysssperrrr!!!"

After releasing each other, Whysper walks to the ring, stopping to slap hands with the crowd, Angelina sauntering behind him.

WallStreet, "Hmm�?An interest pre-match game of tonsil hockey�?Guess I’d be hypocritical to knock it considering my own reputation�?Heh."

She waves to the crowd and converses with them lightly. Once Whysper gets a few feet from the ring, he sprints and slides in. Angelina walks to the ring steps and makes her way up them. Once Whysper stands back up, he sits on the bottom rope and holds the second one up for Angelina as she climbs in. They walk to the center of the ring and Angelina stands in front of Whypser, her back to him. She wraps her right arm around his neck as Whysper caresses her arm. He grabs her left arm, laces his fingers with hers and wraps his and Angelina's arms around her waist with his arm on top. Angelina tilts her head, closing her eyes in ecstasy as Whysper kisses her neck.

WallStreet, "This is starting to feel like a midnight Cinamax flick�?

Whysper finally releases her and she climbs out of the ring and gives the crowd a few choice words as they taunt her.

Whysper climbs a turnbuckle and does the same rock taunt he did on stage, but when he does Big Steed Williams clobbers him from behind with a big forearm. Whysper drops off the turnbuckles and turns around, leaning back in the corner as ICWA Official Carlton calls for the bell.

WallStreet, "Big Steed Williams opting not to wait through all the festivities and this contest is officially underway."

Williams pushes Whysper’s jaw up and then slams his forearm across the nearly equally sized chest of Whysper. Whysper grips his chest with both arms in immense pain as Six Pack hollers in glee from ringside. Steed grabs Whysper by the wrist and with little effort Shoots him across the ring to the opposite corner. Steed follows close behind, however, Whysper grabs the top ropes and jumps up letting Steed run underneath him. Whysper lands on the mat and Williams turns around just in time for Whysper to leap up, wrap his legs around Williams�?neck, and flip him over with a quick hurricanrana. The crowd erupts as Williams gets up with a look of surprise on his face. Williams turns around as Whysper hit’s the ropes and then jumps off, nailing Steed in the chest with a big springboard dropkick. Steed drops back and Whysper quickly goes for the cover as Carlton drops down and counts ……�?.One�?. Just one as Steed kicks out with enough authority that Whysper goes flying back.

WallStreet, "What Power by Big Steed Williams!"

Whysper doesn’t let that throw psych him out as he gets right up. Steed pulls himself up and turns around�?Whysper runs toward him and leaps up looking for another hurrancanrana, but, Steed ducks a little and brings his arms up, pushing Whysper’s ass with the intention of sending him flying behind Big Steed. Whysper however displays that cat like agility and lands on his feet behind Steed as the big man smirks unaware and looks at Angelina yelling in his deep voice, "How ya like that honey?" Steed turns around and his eyes grow wide as Whysper leaps up and this time successfully takes Steed over with a hurrancanrana, but, hooks the legs and utilizes the move as a pin. Carlton drops down and counts ……�?.One……�?.Two…�?. Steed kicks out. Whysper hops up and gets in a stalking pose but as he does he notices that there’s a hand around his ankle. Whysper turns around and sees Six Pack has him on the floor. Six Pack immediately releases and begins arguing with Whysper and Carlton comes over to see what’s going on�?Whysper finally turns around to go back to Steed but when he does Steed is already back on his feet and quickly reaches out, grabs two fist fulls of Whysper’s long dreadlocks and throws the much smaller opponent across the ring by his hair.

The crowd boos as WallStreet says, "Six Pack provided the distraction and Big Steed Williams just tossed the man by his hair."

Whysper holds his scalp as he tries to pull himself up. Williams hooks his head, tosses his scrawny arm over Steed’s muscular neck, and hoists the luchador up by his tights, holding him up in the air with a big stalling vertical suplex. Williams begins slowly circling the ring while holding Whysper in the air and finally gets into a position near the ropes and drops back, landing Whysper hard in the center. The crowd boos as Williams floats over with a strong lateral press cover. Carlton drops down and counts ………One……�?.Two�?Only two as Whysper kicks out to the crowd’s delight. Williams stands up as Angelina can be heard screaming words of encouragement to Whysper. Steed snickers and says, "What’s the big deal? I’m taller inside my tights than he is from head to toe! Get with a real man, I’ll make a woman out of ya." Angelina looks incredibly disgusted but Steed’s oblivious to her disdain. Whysper starts pulling himself up and as he does Steed bends down, wraps an arm around Whysper’s waist, hoist him up into the air and then drops to a knee while simultaneously slamming Whysper’s back across said knee with a devastating side backbreaker. Steed keeps Whysper’s back arched across his leg as he places his right palm under Whysper’s chin, pushing down while his left hand is on Whysper’s leg pushing down the opposite side of his body, essentially making his back U over Steed’s leg.

WallStreet, "Big Steed Williams is simply punishing the back of Whysper. Whysper may not have much of a choice but to surrender to this back breaking submission."

Angelina begins slamming her hands on the mat, trying to encourage her man and rally the crowd to do the same. Somebody in the audience screams out for Whypser and Steed yells, "Shuuuuuudup!" Shortly there after the whole section is cheering and as they do, Whysper’s arm starts shaking, his fist waving as the crowd’s encouragement builds and motivates him.

Crowd: WHYSPER! WHYSPER! WHYSPER! WHYSPER! WHYSPER! WHYSPER!

WallStreet, "This capacity crowd getting strongly behind the silent assassin."

Whysper’s fist continues to shake and slowly he starts sliding down the side of Steed’s leg till his feet get on the mat. He then reaches back and places both hands around the wrist of Steed’s hand that’s pressing down on Whysper’s chin and starts using all of his might to push up that large dark arm. Steed and Whysper enter a power struggle and despite it being Whysper’s two arms to Steed’s one, it is indeed still a struggle. Slowly however, Whysper starts coming up, forcing Steed to start to raise to his feet and this eliminating the back breaker submission�?Once Steed is forced to come up from the knee Whysper breaks away, darting to the ropes. Whysper jumps up onto the second rope and spring boards back looking for the spring board cross body, but when he does Steed Catches him, holds him briefly as the fans adulation turns to disdain, and then drops back throwing Whysper behind him with a big fall away slam. The crowd boos as Six Pack applauds from the floor. Steed Rolls Whysper back to his back and does a strong lateral press cover as Carlton drops down and counts ………�?One…………Two……�?Only two as Whysper kicks out to a great ovation from the fans. Steed stands up and sends a few words of protest toward the official before he bends down and starts pulling Whysper up by the head. As he does Whysper reaches up, puts his arms around Steed’s neck and drops down, nailing an in adverted jawbreaker that sends Steed flying back holding his jaw as he hit’s the mat. The crowd erupts but Whysper’s down on his chest holding his lower back.

WallStreet, "Whysper just hit that Jaw Breaker but doesn’t appear to have enough left to capitalize off of it."

Carlton checks on the guys and they’re both moving slow, but neither guy seems out of it enough to force a count�?Whysper’s pulling himself up slowly on his knees and Steed’s on his ass reaching for the ropes as he holds his jaw. Both guys slowly make it to their feet with their backs turned to each other. They simultaneously turn around and Steed immediately darts in for a spear, but as he does Whysper leap frogs over him and Steed ends up driving his shoulder hard into the corner post. Steed staggers out, standing up right holding his shoulder as he turns around where a stalking Whysper is waiting. Steed shoots for Whysper again but this time Whysper delivers a deep arm drag taking Steed over to the crowds delight. Steed pops back up holding that wounded arm as Whysper darts to the ropes, leaps up, and spring boards back nailing Steed in the left shoulder with a big springboard drop kick. Steed drops back holding his arm and rolls back up to his feet. Whysper kicks him in the gut, grabs that left arm, and then snaps back nailing a single arm DDT as the crowd is going wild. Whysper jumps up and throws up the heavy metal sign as he screams "FIRE IT UP!"

The fans go biserk as WallStreet declares, "They’re rallied behind the man we call Whysper!"

Whysper darts to the ropes, leaps up onto the second, and flips back landing hard across the upper torso of Big Steed Williams with that big lionsault he calls the Silent Scream. Whysper hooks the far leg as Carlton drops down and counts …………One…………Two………�?

WallStreet, "It’s all over here�?Wait�?What?"

Before Carlton could hit the three Six Pack reached in and pulled him out by the leg. Carlton starts arguing with Six Pack as Angelina starts making her way around the ring. Angelina comes over to insist that that Carlton get back in the ring�?As she gets involved in the argument Six Pack reaches over and grabs her by the hair. Her eyes get wide as she starts screaming for Six Pack to let her go, but Six Pack is balling up his free hand and it looks like this could get ugly�?Back in the ring Whysper is on his feet and sees what’s going on�?Whysper darts back, bounces off the ropes, darts across the ring and just as Six Pack thinks to make sure Whysper’s still distracted Whysper leaps over the top�?Six Pack releases Angelina just before Whysper hits him hard with a plancha over the top rope.

The crowd erupts as WallStreet says, "Plancha to the floor from Whysper to Six Pack!"

Crowd: EYE-SEE-DUB-EH! EYE-SEE-DUB-EH! EYE-SEE-DUB-EH! EYE-SEE-DUB-EH! EYE-SEE-DUB-EH! EYE-SEE-DUB-EH!

Whysper pulls himself up still holding his lower back as Steed’s coming to his feet in the ring. Whysper climbs up onto the apron as Steed walks over. Steed gets to the ropes but Whysper bends over and drives his shoulder into Steed’s gut. Steed doubles over and turns to the side and as he does Whysper raises the X in the air drawing a huge ovation before he leaps up onto the top rope, leaps off and comes down with a huge Fame Asser driving Steed’s face into the mat. Whysper swings around as Carlton’s sliding into the ring. Whysper grabs a fist full of Steed’s tights and his Shoulder and rolls his away from the ropes to his back. Whysper hooks the far wrist with a strong lateral press as Carlton and the fans count …………ONE………�?TWO…………THREE!

Carlton calls for the bell as Busch declares, "Here is Your Winner�?. WHYYYYYYYYSPPPPPPPPERR!"

The crowd erupts as "Fire It Up" by the Black Label Society hit’s the speakers.

WallStreet, "Whysper showed that cat like agility as he nailed that Sound of Silence off the top rope and put the bigman down for three! What a great rebound week for the Silent Warrior."

Whysper hops up on the corner as Angelina enters the ring applauding her man. The fans are going wild, but their enthusiasm is about to be cut short as we see Joe Six Pack slide in the ring. Whysper hops down and turns around just in time to catch a devastating clothesline from Hell from Joe Six Pack. Whysper literally back flips and hits his chest from the impact. The crowd erupts with boos as Six Pack starts putting the boots to Whysper.

WallStreet, "Come on now. The match is over, if you have an issue with Whysper then challenge him for October tenth, Don’t attack the man after the match."

Steed pulls himself up holding his neck and looking very unsatisfied. He heads over and joins Six Pack in placing the boots as Angelina screams in distress�?Finally, not sure what else to do she runs over and starts pummeling Six Pack from behind, but much like a nat attacking an elephant, it has no effect. Six Pack turns around and gets a sickening smirk as he grabs Angelina by the wrist�?/FONT>

WallStreet, "Don’t you touch that young lady�? Six Pack�?

"It’s Said that Mountain’s Too High
It’s Said That Ocean’s Too Wide
I heard All New Beginnings Started With An End.
Watch This Journey I Take
Turn Into Something I Make
Please Watch Closely, You May Not See This Again."

As "The Champion In Me" by Three Doors Down Blasts Over The PA Christian Michaels bolts down the ramp as the fans go into a frenzy. Michaels slides in as Steed turns around to see what the commotions all about.

Steed comes over and BAM! BAM! BAM! Stinging right hands from Michaels. Steed staggers back, his back hitting the ropes and as it does CRAAACK! Michaels nails him with the "Just Got Whapped" Superkick sending him out between the ropes to the floor. Six Pack pushes Angelina to her ass and turns around, darting at CM looking for that same clothesline he leveled Whysper with, but CM ducks under.

WallStreet, "Christian Michaels has hit the ring and he’s clearing house!"

Six Pack swings around and BAM! Michaels nails him in the gut. CM wraps his neck and signals for his version of the Twist of Fate�?/FONT>

WallStreet, "Just Like That!"

But Steed reaches in and grabs Six Pack’s leg, pulling him out of the front face lock and out of the ring. The crowd boos as Steed holds his jaw with one hand and his buddy with the other. Both guys walk around to t he stage side of the ring as they yell at Carlton. Carlton rushes to them with their ICWA Tag Team Championships. Six Pack raises his belt in the air while he’s screaming obscenities at Michaels and Michaels looks at Whysper, Looks to the fans, grows an instant cheer receiving smirk, and then hops up onto the first and second ropes while pointing to Six and Rising inc and then pointing at Whysper, then himself, and then doing a one handed title taunt that makes the crowd shoot through the roof.

WallStreet, "Wait a second�?I believe�?Christian Michaels�?Has he just declared tag team title intentions on the part of he and Whysper?! Good Gracious! What a fantastic contest that would be!"

Angelina is helping Whysper up as Six and Rising Inc are clutching their tag belts, shaking their heads in a fit of anger and surprise. As they’re on stage Jason Harding comes out and runs around Six And Rising Inc and darts down, still holding his head from the shot he received by Superbeast earlier, as he heads to Bert Busch.

WallStreet, "Referee Jason Harding now at ringside conversing with ICWA Announcer and time keeper Bert Busch, although I’m not sure as to why�?

Busch declares, "Ladies and Gentlemen, I have just been informed that LIVE right here from the Greenville Convention Center on Friday October the tenth of 2008, Christian Michaels WILL go One on One with Joe Six Pack!"

The crowd cheers as Michaels nods and Six Pack shrugs and snickers, as if he couldn’t care less.

Busch, "And IF he wins that match the victory will be paired with Whyspers victory here tonight and Whysper and Christian Michaels WILL QUALIFY for a TAG TEAM TITLE MATCH!"

The crowd erupts as Six Pack’s nonchalant attitude immediately changes and he begins screaming, �?STRONG>NO WAY! THAT’S NOT FAIR!"

Whysper hobbles over and pats Michaels on the back as WallStreet declares, "That’s Huge! We may be on the verge of one of the greatest tag team matches of our era!"

"Champion In Me" re-blasts over the PA as the crowd is a buzz with the announcement that A.) CM and Whysper are suddenly a team, and B.) Are nearly in contention for the ICWA Tag Team championships.

WallStreet, "October tenth live from the Greenville Convention Center, Christian Michaels WILL be in action as he takes on one half of the ICWA Tag Team Champions in Joe Six Pack for an opportunity to compete against the champions for their belts! What a night that’s gonna be!"

CM hops down off the ropes and he and Whysper embrace.

WallStreet, "These two have been good friends for a long time and on October the tenth they have an opportunity to become better champions.

CM and Whysper hit opposing corners for their wall to wall fan base as Angelina hops up on the bottom and second ropes and points out to the sea of humanity. They all hop down, hop out of the ring, and slap a few hands while heading to the back.

WallStreet, "I’m looking incredibly forward to seeing if Christian Michaels can lay way to the dominating presence of Joe Six Pack in order to obtain that team title opportunity in the future. I can’t wait for October tenth."

The music cuts as the three amigos find their way through the curtain. Bert Busch, however, seemed to be following and is now standing on the stage.

Bert Busch, "Ladies and Gentlemen, Momentarly we will be entering a ten minute intermission period�?However, before that time I would like to take a moment to get a few words with somebody. Earlier tonight Jimmy Stryker came out here and demanded an ICWA Heavyweight Title opportunity against David Van Dam declaring, "Give me what I want or live to regret it". Big words, no question. At this time I’d like to bring out YOUR ICWA Heavyweight Champion! (Crowd Erupts)�?I’d like to Bring Out DAVID! VAN! DAAAAAAM!"

The crowd goes wild as the curtain moves and from behind it in a leisure suit with the heavyweight title folded neatly across his right forearm is David Van Dam.

Busch, "David�?

David, "Hold that thought for a second Berty-Baby, Greenville North Carolina’s trying to say Hello."

The crowd goes berserk as Van Dam looks around, smiling. He pulls a pair of Gucci sun glasses off his face and folds the, tucking them onto the in adverted V created by the lack of his top two shirt buttons being buttoned.

Van Dam, "Now the Champ’s no dummy, I’m aware of why you called me out here�?You wanta know the same thing that Greenville wants to know, the same thing each and every cyber wrestling fan wants to know, and least importantly, what Jimmy Stryker wants to know and that is simply, Yes or No�?Defend against Jimmy Stryker, Yes or No�? Well the answer is�? No."

The crowd gasps as Bert says with a tone of surprise, "Really?"

David nods, "Really."

Bert Busch, "Would you mind if I asked why?"

David, "Not at all Bert�?I’m not accepting this match for the same reason I didn’t lobby to make tonights match a Heavyweight title match�?Now granted, nobody ever asked me to defend my belt tonight and if the front office had asked for it, I’d of done it, but, Drew Stevenson has don’t nothing to warrant a heavyweight title match. He came in and attacked three men from behind with a foreign object after a spectacular but exhausting main event that we were all involved in. Jimmy Stryker’s in the same boat, matter of fact, he’s even WORSE since he let Drew do most of the dirty work. Well Jimmy, I don’t know what places you come from but here in the ICWA, We don’t reward guys who jump people from behind with heavyweight title matches. You want a title match, get in the back of the line and earn it like everybody else�?Earn it, Like Christian Michaels looks to next week with Joe Six Pack (crowd cheers)�?Earn it like Zarek Lyle did when he won that Cyber TV Title (crowd cheers)�?Earn it like Whysper did tonight and each night he leaves his heart and his SWEAT ALL OVER THAT MAT! *THAT* You BIG SLIMEY Bastard is how you Get title shots in the I�?C…W�?A!"

The crowd erupts: EYE-SEE-DUB-EH! EYE-SEE-DUB-EH! EYE-SEE-DUB-EH! EYE-SEE-DUB-EH! EYE-SEE-DUB-EH! EYE-SEE-DUB-EH!

Van Dam looks into the camera, "And as for me living to regret it�?Try me Bigman�?Try Me."

With that Van Dam turns and heads back behind the curtain as the crowd continues chanting "ICWA"�?

WallStreet, "Good gracious! What a night and it’s only half way over! We’re gonna take a break, We’ll be right back!"

And with that the camera stops rolling for Intermission.

--Intermission--

As Intermission concludes we find Bert Busch standing in the middle of the ring again.

Busch, "Ladies and Gentlemen, The following contest is scheduled for ONEFALL with a thirty minute time limit."

"Pride, Honor, Glory, Stardom - it all defines me... Greatness Incarnate"

The arena goes black and the opening to "Stroke" by Apocalyptica hits. The lights quickly flash with a red and white combination as the arena is black as the lights pulsate to the drum beat of the song, and with a big flash the lights are instantly back on and smoke is filling up at the entrance as Scott emerges from the smoke. His arms are in the air as he turns around in a circle taunting.

Busch, "Introducing first, making his way from Chicago Illinois and weighing in tonight at 213 Pounds�?He is, "Greatness Incarnate" Scott�?ADDDDDDDDDAMMMMMMMSSS!"

WallStreet, "Scott Addams a young and versatile new addition to the ICWA Roster. Last week he made the final four in that Cyber TV Battle Royal, now this week he looks to impress further as he makes his singles debut."

Scott makes his way walking down to the ring throwing profanities and hand gestures to the fans as he reaches the edge of the ring. Scott raises his arms up into the air to form the "X marks Greatess" taunt with the arms in the air with an X, and his music continues to play as the boos are heard loudly.

WallStreet, "This kid has an over powering, almost strangling arrogance about him that simply radiates from him. From the minute he hit the stage these people instantly knew that from a personality perspective, he isn’t quite their cup of tea. But hey, if he can back it up in the ring than I guess he’s got the right to be as arrogant as he’d like."

Scott lowers his arms, and Scott walks over to the corner, and hits the "Mission Infect" taunt putting his left hand fomring an "M" over his right hand with his middle finger up, as he waits for the opponent�?/FONT>

With that "Man In The Box" by Alice in Chains begins blasting over the PA. The curtain flies and out from behind it steps�?/FONT>

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TOG. The crowd erupts as Busch announces, "And the opponent�?Making his way from Buffalo New York and weighing in at 239 Pounds�? TEE! OH! GEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

TOG looks around, soaking up the fans adulation with a pumped up "ready to go" expression on his face.

WallStreet, "Tee Oh Gee a former Heavyweight title contender in Michigan and now in Greenville, he has the opportunity to start on a very similar path as he too makes his ICWA Singles debut here tonight."

TOG starts making his way down the ramp , slapping some hands along the guard rail as he keeps his eyes on Addams in the ring.

WallStreet, "All week long we’ve seen it on the website�?TOG has promised us that this contest tonight will be "Something Special" and I absolutely believe that it will be. These are two great young athletes looking to make a mark and an immediate impact. They say that you never get a second chance to make a first impression, however, Scott Addams may be the exception with that battle royal behind him and a fresh start tonight�?But with a rare second shot at making his initial impression on this organization, how important is it for Scott Addams to be on his game tonight? Likewise, Tee Oh Gee’s been getting flack for being a fluke since the day he came on the scene in Michigan, now as he starts his relationship with the ICWA how equally important is it for him to prove he is the real deal? While it’s only the first match for both of these gentlemen and no official titles are on the line, it’s still huge as they both have a lot to prove and no room to allow themselves to be second guessed."

TOG walks around the ring slapping hands and making sure to keep glancing back and keeping his eye on Addams. Finally gets all the way around the ring and hops up onto a knee on the outside ring canvas. TOG pulls himself up and enters between the ropes. He hops up in the corner and raises his arms in the air, drawing further appreciation from the fans. TOG hops down and turns around, seeing Scott Addams talking trash. TOG grabs the top rope and starts stretching as "Man In The Box" cuts off.

Harding calls for the bell as TOG releases the rope and the two men begin slowly circling�?

WallStreet, "The anticipation has been building all over the internet these past two weeks as Tee Oh Gee and Scott Addams have had a fantastic war of words leading into this contest."

As they slowly circle, teasing shoot attempts and sizing each other up, they finally lunge at each other in the center of the ring and end up tied up in a neck and elbow grapple. TOG pushes Addams down just shy of making him hit a knee, but Addams is right back up and powers TOG down to the same extent�?TOG gets back up and begins powering Scott Addams into the corner. As they get to the corner Addams spins around and ends up forcing TOG to switch places, placing TOG’s back into the turnbuckles. Harding gets into the corner and demands a break, almost immediately starting his count. The Performers slow, cautiously begin breaking the grapple. Addams puts his hands up slowly to verify that he’s giving a clean break as he looks at Harding and says, "See, It’s clean ref." The ref nods and turns his head just for a second, as he does Addams goes for a big right hand but TOG ducks and darts under his arm, making Scott swing all the way around and inadvertedly wrap his arm around the top rope throwing himself into the corner. TOG jumps up onto the second rope, grabs a fist full of Scott’s hair with his left hand, raises his right, and begins driving hard right hands into Addams�?skull as the crowd cheers and counts along

1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... 8... 9...

TOG raises his hand way up there one more time as the crowd is letting out a big, "Whooooooooaaaaaa�? and then BAM! He nails the ten and the crowd erupts as he hops down off the ropes. Addams looks like he’s dazed and confused as he steps out of the corner�?TOG hit’s the ropes right behind Scott, hooks his head as he’s running by, leaps up and drives Addams into the mat face first with a big bulldog. The crowd is applauding and cheering as TOG rolls Addams over to his back and hooks the far wrist with a strong lateral press cover. Harding drops down and counts ……�?One……�?.Two�?Barely two as Addams kicks out with authority to the crowd’s displeasure.

WallStreet, "TOG evaded the right hand, executed a mulitude of his own in response, nailed that bulldog and got two. So far things are looking good for the name-challenged performer."

TOG gets up as Addams is staggering to his feet. Addams turns around and TOG Snapmares him over to a seated position. TOG darts back, hit’s the ropes, comes running back, grabs Addams by the neck and flips over delivering a Whip-lash effect. Addams grabs his neck and snaps back.

WallStreet, "Shades of Mr. Perfect Curt Hennig from Tee Oh Gee."

As Addams is holding his neck TOG darts to the ropes again, gets on his tip toes as he raises the elbow, and then BAM! An Austin style bionic elbow across the skull of Scott Addams. TOG reaches across Addams�?torso and hooks the far leg as Harding drops back down and counts …�?One…�?Two�? Again Addams kicks out with authority. TOG doesn’t let that frustrate him though as he grabs Addams�?by the head and puts him in a modified reverse chin lock. Addams arms flail around and quickly go to TOG’s arm, trying to pull it away from his jaw, but with no avail. Addams quickly spins around to a knee, forcing TOG to come up to his feet to maintain his leverage advantage. Addams starts coming up to his feet so TOG quickly changes the reverse chinlock into a side headlock. Addams delivers a stiff punch to TOG’s gut, followed by a second, followed by a third before he wraps a side waist lock and pulls TOG back against the ropes and shooting him off, forcing him to dart across the ring. Addams gets in the center and bends over, telegraphing the back body drop but TOG catches on so as he arrives he steps to the side, wraps an arm around Addams, raises his other arm in the air, then slaps Addams�?back and snaps back with a hard DDT drawing a great reaction from the fans. Addams rolls over holding his head and TOG quickly covers, hooking both the far leg and the far wrist.

WallStreet, "Addams seemed to be on the verge of taking over but TOG saw the back body drop coming and countered with a hard DDT in the middle."

Harding drops down and counts …�?.One…�?Two…�?. Addams kicks out with a little less authority. TOG sighs in disappointment as too does the fans.

WallStreet, "Gotta give it to Tee-Oh, he’s really showing these fans exactly what he has to offer."

TOG stands up as Addams holds his head, clearly in pain. TOG heads to the corner and climbs up onto the second rope, signaling to the crowd that he’s gonna hit a bionic elbow off the second rope�?They seem pleased by this premise as Addams is staggering to his feet with his back to TOG.

WallStreet, "TOG Signaling for a bionic elbow off the top�?He’s putting a lot of work on the head of Scott Addams, probably looking to soften him up for that trademark piledriver of his or his "Namless" Double Arm DDT."

Addams t urns around and as he does TOG leaps off, but, as TOG leaps off Addams leaps up and the crowd lets out as gasp as Addams drop kicks TOG out of the air with such impact that TOG goes flying under the ropes and crashing on the floor below.

WallStreet, "Good Gracious!"

Addams reaches up and checks his forehead, making sure all those head based attacks didn’t bust him open. He has a pissed off scowl on his face as he looks out to the crowd and yells "PUT THAT IN YOUR PIPE AND SMOKE IT!" The crowd instantly boos as Addams adjusts the waist band of his tights. TOG starts pulling himself up on the floor so Addams darts back. Addams hit’s the ropes behind him as TOG gets on his feet with his back to the ring. TOG starts to turn as Addams is darting across the ring�?TOG finally faces the ring at the same time as Addams baseball slides his lower torso under the ropes, dropkicking TOG in the chest with the baseball slide. TOG flies back, hitting the steel barricade hard with his back and wrapping his arms around the top bar as the rest of his body sinks down. Addams finishes sliding out of the ring and darts forward, lifting up his leg and CRAAAAAACK! He delivers a version of Test’s running big boot, cracking TOG in the face with so much impact that he spins in a full circle before hitting the concrete and Addams�?leg goes over the barricade, almost crotching himself. Addams gives the fans nearest him a cocky yet disgruntled smirk as they’re all booing loudly.

WallStreet, "What a vicious kick to the face. He gets TOG back in the ring and I imagine it’ll be over."

Harding’s trying to encourage just that from inside the ring as he finally decides to start his ten count. Addams pulls himself off the guard rail and watches as TOG holds his face, trying to pull himself to his knees. TOG Starts crawling toward the stairs as Addams watches�?TOG gets to the steel stairs and starts pulling himself up on them�?Addams darts forward as TOG ends up rolling to his ass, leaning back against the stairs. Addams raises his knee and CRAAAACK! He just makes a TOG Skull Sandwich using his knee and the steel stairs as the bread. We hear the devastating sound of that steel echoing as the fans gasp. TOG goes completely limp as Addams looks in and sees that Harding’s count’s up to eight. Addams rolls in, then rolls back out, enraging Harding who now has to restart his count. Addams uses all of his strength to pull the limp TOG up by his neck, and then rolls him un under the bottom rope. TOG keeps rolling one more time so he’s not right next to the ropes. Addams climbs up onto the outside of the ring, grabs the top rope, leaps up, does a forward thrusting back flip and ends up landing a shooting star leg drop across the throat of TOG.

The crowd gasps again as Addams makes an arrogant lateral press cover and WallStreet comments," Scott Addams calls that "The Shot in the Dark" and TOG’s shot at victory is looking pretty dark as a result."

Harding drops down and counts as the fans are booing ………One……�?.Two………Th�?TOG just barely shoots his shoulder up as the crowd’s boos instantly turn to cheers. Scott looks at the referee with disgust and then notices the fans cheering on TOG. Addams grabs TOG by the hair, sits him up, grabs the arm and the head and applies a version of the Buffalo sleeper as he looks directly at one of the TOG marks and yells in his gruffy voice, "SHAAAAAAADUP!" This of course just makes the entire arena get louder.

CROWD: TEE OH GEE! TEE OH GEE! TEE OH GEE! TEE OH GEE! TEE OH GEE! TEE OH GEE! TEE OH GEE!

WallStreet, "These fans solidly behind Tee Oh Gee, but with the intense head trauma he’s sustained it may be too little too late. TOG very well may be seriously concussed, and may even have a fractured skull after those intense shots on the floor."

TOG’s face is wincing in pain, his free arm starting to flail and show more and more life with each calling from the fans. As the chants for TOG continue, TOG reaches back, grabbing around Addams�?neck and plating his feet on the mat simultaneously, trying to bridge to his feet. Addams stands up with TOG, who still has him by the back of the neck. TOG starts stomping his foot to keep the crowd chanting vigerously�?

Crowd: TEE OH GEE! TEE OH GEE! TEE OH GEE! TEE OH GEE! TEE OH GEE!

With that encouragement making the adrenaline flow, TOG plants his feet abruptly and then begins charging backwards as Scott Addams still holds a modified version of the Buffalo Sleeper. TOG keeps charging back and ends up crushing Addams between TOG’s back and the turnbuckles. Addams releases as the crowd goes nuts. TOG turns around, stumbling slightly before grabbing Addams by the wrist and yanking him out of the corner, Irish whipping him across the ring to the opposite corner. TOG grabs his head, wincing in pain, but hesitates no longer then that as he runs across the ring and CRAAAACK! Addams throws up the boot at the last moment and TOG spins around and staggers toward the middle. Addams follows behind him, grabs two fist fulls of his short but still grabable hair, and drops to his ass, snapping TOG back with a reverse X Factor. Harding admonishes the use of the hair as the fans boo. Addams rolls over with a stronger but still arrogant lateral press cover.

WallStreet, "TOG was on the verge of coming back but Addams just cut off the momentum with that devastating reverse face plant. One, Two�?Only two as TOG gets the shoulder up on that exchange."

The fans cheer as Addams hops up and get’s in the official’s face, demanding Harding count faster. TOG starts trying desperately to sit up. The fans are cheering him on, which draws another glare from Scott Addams. Addams shoots to the ropes as TOG tries sitting up. TOG finally gets seated as Addams bounces off the ropes. Addams darts back, leaps up and delivers a hard front drop kick to the chest of TOG, making him drop right back down to the mat. Addams looks out to the crowd with a smirk and yells, "HEY TOOLS! WATCH THIS!" The fans boo as Addams darts to the corner, leaps up onto the top rope and twists around so that he’s facing the inside of the ring. Addams stands up right, puts his arms out to show himself off, and then leaps up, flipping forward�?He completes a 450 spin but just as he’s about to land TOG rolls to the side and to the crowds great pleasure Scott crashes and burns.

WallStreet, "Scott Addams got a little too cocky and wasted too much time in looking for that four fifty splash and folks�?I believe he may have just paid dearly."

The crowd is on their feet as both men are down on the mat. Harding checks em both and begins his count ……�?One……�?.Two�?/FONT>

Crowd: TEE OH GEE! TEE OH GEE! TEE OH GEE! TEE OH GEE!

………�?Three……�?.Four…………Five�?

TOG starts rolling to his chest as Scott Addams starts to bring his knees underneath him.

…�?Six�?.

Addams falls back on his knees, but once he’s supported on his knees Harding’s count concludes. TOG and Addams slowly start pulling themselves up. They both turn and head for the center at the same time and Addams nails a hard right hand to the jaw of TOG, making him stagger back a step. TOG get’s his footing back and CRACK! He nails a hard right of his own with similar effect on Scott Addams. Addams goes for a second right but TOG puts up the forearm block and nails another right. Addams goes for another, but again blocked and answered back by TOG. TOG then nails a quick jab, a second, a third�?Addams staggers as TOG grabs him by the wrist and whips into the corner. TOG follows right behind him and as soon as Addams�?back collides with the turnbuckles, TOG drives a hard clothesline across the chest of "Greatness Incarnate". TOG hooks underneath Addam’s arm and pulls him out, taking him up and over with a Hiptoss out of the corner. The crowd is on fire as Addams holds his back and rolls up�?TOG darts forward and nails a running bionic elbow dropping Addams hard again. Addams rolls back to his feet a second time, holding his head as he staggers and turns around�?Boom! TOG drives the foot into the gut of Addams doubling him over. TOG places Addams head between his legs and takes a second to look out to the crowd, which is on it’s feet screaming in support. TOG screams, "WHO WANTS IT?!" This just makes em get even louder.

WallStreet, "TOG’s on fire and this crowd’s right there with him."

TOG hoists Addams up, pauses only briefly and then�?/FONT>

WallStreet, "PILEDRIVER! I haven’t seen one of those in years!"

TOG rolls Addams over and hooks the near leg as t he ref counts …………One……�?Two………�?.Thr�?Addams barely gets the shoulder up as Harding’s hand is grazing the mat for three. The crowd groans in disappointment and TOG seems slightly frustrated but still motivated. TOG pulls himself and circles the ring, positioning himself behind Scott Addams�?Scott pulls himself up and turns�?Bam! Another kick to the gut. TOG hooks Addams�?arms in a butterfly/pedigree position as he stands to the side of Addams�?head.

WallStreet, "It’s time for the Nameless Double Arm DDT�?

Or so we think, but Addams manages to pop back wards and inavertedly end up suplexing TOG to his back in some perverse variation of a Northern lights suplex that still has Addams arms butterflied behind his back and his neck and feet supporting his weight in a bridge. Harding drops down and counts …………One……�?Two…�?Only two as TOG kicks out and releases the butterfly lock.

WallStreet, "Great reversal by Addams�?

Both men head to their feet�?TOG turns around and bam! Now he’s on the business end of a stiff kick from Addams. Addams grabs the wrist, takes it between TOG’s legs and goes under the other arm to hook the neck�?He hoists him up in a pump handle position�?But as he does TOG keeps going with the momentum and manages to end up behind his back. Addams turns around and TOG delivers a quick kick and rehooks the butterfly lock on Addams, this time quickly dropping back as the crowd erupts.

WallStreet, "Scott Addams was looking for that Perfection Driver but TOG countered and nailed the Nameless DDT! This is gonna do it folks!"

TOG covers as Harding drops down and counts ………�?.One…………Two………�?Three!

WallStreet, "It’s over! TOG has captured victory in his debut match here in the ICWA!"

WallStreet Stops in the midst of declaring TOG's victory and notices Harding nver called for the bell.

WallStreet, " ...Wait�?What’s this?"

TOG is on his knees breathing hard with a look of celebration on his face but Harding’s shaking his head and pointing at the bottom rope where�? Scott Addams foot is resting?

WallStreet, "Wait a second�?There was a rope break! This match is still going!"

TOG looks up at Harding as Harding explains what happened. He seems very disappointed but hey, what can he do about it? So TOG gets up and heads over to Addams who’s trying to roll to his side. TOG grabs Addams by the head and pulls him off the mat. Addams leans back falling on the ropes, trying to check his head for blood. TOG doesn’t permit much time for that however as he sends Addams darting across the ring with a hard Irish Whip. Addams hit’s the far ropes and comes back as TOG bends down for a back body drop. Addams manages to stop short, grabs two fist fulls of TOG’s hairs and drives him back to the mat as Scott himself crashes down to his knees from the force. The crowd boos as both men are down on the mat again.

WallStreet, "The crowd's not appreciative of Scott Addams method of countering what I can only assume would have been a back body drop by TOG, however, it did the job and now both men are back down on the mat. What a great contest this has been."

Harding contemplates a count but because Addams�?is on his knees and forehead as opposed to being on his back or chest, he has no grounds for said count. Addams places his fists on the mat and slowly starts trying to pull himself up as TOG starts rolling to his knees with a similar goal in mind. Both men find their feet but TOG gets first blood as he quickly scoops Addams up and slams him down with a body slam in the center of the ring. TOG stumbles back and catches himself on the ropes, clearly showing the effects of this grueling contest and all the head trauma that he’s endured over the course of said contest. TOG looks over at the side ropes and darts that direction. He hit’s the ropes and comes back and leaps up, looking for a leg drop�?However as he does Addams rolls out of the way drawing another disappointed groan from the crowd. Addams starts pushing himself up as TOG holds his lower back and starts pushing himself up as well.

WallStreet, "TOG had to take a second to get his bearings and it cost him."

They both get to their feet but this time Addams draws first blood with another hard kick into the gut of TOG. Addams places TOG’s head between his legs and takes a second to catch his breath and his bearings as this contest has taken a lot out of both guys. He then yells "YOUR HEROS DONE!" This draws a pouring of boos as Addams wraps his arms around TOG’s waist and hoists him up in the power bomb position�?/FONT>

WallStreet, "Scott Addams is about to hit the Platinum Landing�?

But as TOG’s in the air he grabs a hold of the back of Addams head with his left hand and begins driving hard and fast rights into his skull�?Addams drops back with TOG’s ass landing on his chest. The fans go ballistic as Harding drops down and counts ………One……�?Two…�? But before Three Scott swings his legs up and gets em under TOG’s arms, taking him over in a modified sunset flip. Addams immediately switches his leg position so he can stand up to get leverage as Harding starts counting again ……�?.One�?Addams grabs a fist full of TOG’s pants and throws his legs back, landing them on the second rope as TOG tries desperately to kick out ……�?.Two………�?.Three!

Addams quickly releases TOG and the rope and slides out of the ring as TOG kicks out hard after the three and ends up on his knees with a look of disbelief as the crowd boos loudly.

Bert Busch, "Here is Your Winner…�?SCOTT ADDDDDDDDDAMMMSSSSS!"

WallStreet, "Addams was looking for the Platinum Landing, TOG reversed, got the near fall, but in the end Addams took him over and used questionable but clearly beneficial tactics to secure the three. Great match, I look forward to seeing much more from both of these talented young athletes."

"Stroke" by Apocolyptica begins blasting over the PA as Harding raises Addams hand on the floor. TOG stands up, holding his head with an arm and staring at the ref and Addams, still disappointed and a bit in disbelief. Suddenly the lights go out.

WallStreet, "TOG in a bit of disbelief over�?Wait�?What’s going on here?"

We begin hearing hard blowing wind and thunder�?The sound of rain beginning to pour down as WallStreet says, "What the Hell�?It sounds like a Thunder storm’s taking place right inside of the Greenville Convention Center."

Suddenly that loud obnoxious siren that blasts in cases of a sever storm begins blasting inside the Convention center as we see two flashing, spinning red lights on the stage that look similar to warning lights or Hockey goal lights. The lights come back on and we see TOG looking up the ramp in confusion. He backs up a couple of steps, still looking confused, and turns around just in time for a blonde guy in a black coat to grab him by the armpits, spin him around and drive him down on his back with a version of the Bossman slam (AKA The Blackhole Slam).

WallStreet, "Wait�?That’s�?

The crowd is booing as standing in the center of the ring, an arrogant smirk on his face is�?/FONT>

WallStreet, "MJ STORM?!"

"Riding The Storm" by REO Speedwagon begins blasting over the PA as MJ runs a hand through his long blonde hair, looking around and then looking back down over his victim.

WallStreet, "It is! That’s former ICWA Tag Team Champion MJ Storm but�?I haven’t seen MJ Storm since PWT went out of business in June�?Now that he’s back, I can’t help but wonder�?Why? And what’s his reason for returning in this particular fashion? Does he have a history with TOG? What’s going on here?"

MJ finally heads for the ropes and exits through the ropes as his theme is nearly drowned out by the boos from the fans.

WallStreet, "I had heard that a PWT Grandslam Champion was going to be here tonight but I thought it’d be Georgia James�?I never expected MJ Storm to be here tonight, let alone to be involved on this level. We’ve gotta get to the bottom of this. October tenth when we return to the Greenville Convention center you gotta believe we’re gonna get some answers out of MJ Storm."

MJ grins at the ring where Carlton and Harding are aiding TOG, before he turns and goes back between the curtains. Harding and Carlton act as crutches on the floor, both getting under one of TOG’s arms as they start walking him to the back as well. Once they get on the stage, TOG turns and glances at the fans, making them instantly cheer. He nods in appreciation and then lets the refs finish taking him into the back.

WallStreet, "That kid’s got a lot of heart and a lot of character�?I have a feeling MJ Storm may live to regret making an impact at his expense."

"Perfect Insanity" by Disturbed hits as the lights flash off quickly. The fans start too boo and some start too scream for there favorite wrestler..

WallStreet, "Well, MJ Storm and TOG will have to wait to be figured out till the Tenth because right now we’re heading into what promises to be a fantastic Cyber TV Title match."

The lights slowly fade on as purple smoke begins too rise all around in the ring and along the ramp. On the titatron the words "I'm here, You better run" appear. As the lights go black again blue in the ring appears Da Sweet Lunatic as she raises her arms.

Bert Busch, "Making her way to the ring first, the challenger, Da Sweet Lunatic!"

She looks around as the fans continue to boo her and then she is cut off by "Ex’s and Oh’s" by Atreyu and the crowd erupts as Zarek caries his Domain championship and ICWA TV championship, both around his waist as he feeds into the fans, and points up to DSL who stands in the ring waiting for Zarek.

Busch, "Making his way to the ring, the new ICWA Cyber T.V. champion, Zaaarekk Lyylle!"

His eyes immediately get focused on DSL and Zarek charges to the ring, releasing both of his championships just before entry as they fall to the ground.

WallStreet, "A lot of history between these two competitors and Zarek doesn’t look to waste any time in making another chapter."

Zarek stands and the bell sounds and immediately the two go into a collar and elbow tie up, wasting no time at all. Zarek gets the distinct size and power advantage early on taking the tie up and lifting DSL to his shoulders and drops quickly with fireman’s carry drop, slamming DSL right onto her back and Zarek goes for a quick pin.

One…Two…Kick out!

WallStreet, "Zarek Lyle looks to end it early but just gets two on that exchange."

DSL managed to kick out, she wasn’t going to go down that quickly. Zarek nears DSL’s legs, and looks as if he is going to go for some sort of a leg submission, but to a big crowd pop, DSL pops her lower body off of the mat grabbing the side of Zarek’s head with her ankles, twisting her body she takes Zarek down with a modified head scissors. A quick nip-up to her feet, and she speeds of, jumping up to the top. A taunt toward Zarek is thrown by DSL and as he’s to his feet staggering around, DSL leaps off the top. She looks to be going for a drop kick but in a quick and swift motion Zarek catches her left foot, and she throws her body up, turning in mid-air and cracks Zarek right across the side of the head with a mean Enzeguri kick that is heard through the entire arena. Zarek falls and DSL is quick to cover.

One... two�?Kick out!

WallStreet, "What a shot by The Lunatic!"

Zarek had just gotten the shoulder up and the crowd erupted as DSL slammed the mat thinking she had it. Getting to her feet and in the referee’s face, DSL proceeds to argue with the referee. After a moment, DSL turns around to see Zarek come charging at her and he swings with a clothesline but DSL ducks! Unable to stop his momentum quickly enough, Zarek accidentally takes out the referee. DSL seeing this takes the opportune time and slides out of the ring, grabbing a chair. She slides into the ring and Zarek is focused on trying to get the referee back into action, as DSL sneaks behind him with a chair. Rising it up, the crowd erupts to get Zarek to turn around but DSL swings it down with force right across Zarek’s back. He stands up and arches his back in pain as DSL sets up the chair and the crowd gasps from the sound of that shot. Rebounding off of the ropes she runs by Zarek, rebounds off the ropes again and charges at him, stepping up in mid-air she catches Zarek with her legs in a fluid-like motion with her left leg first then her right gripping his head as she spins and flips Zarek with a modified spinning head scissors [2:13] ala Matt Sydal and he lands back first on the chair, bending it back the wrong way and DSL goes for a cover, realizing soon there after, there is no referee.

WallStreet, "Good gracious! DSL utilizing this time without an official but has been caught by the very same thing that provided her the opportunity to use that sick spinning head scissors based manuver. You have to bare in mind that this rivalry, although no built on loads of bad blood, is bulit on both performers being Ultra-competitive and thus, there’s a strong "By Any Means Necessary" attitude that comes out when these two face off."

She pounds the mat again and slowly lifts Zarek to his feet, struggling a bit with the size differential. As she gets him to his feet, Zarek had just enough time to gather his energy as he quickly swoops behind DSL lifting her up for a back body drop, and as he tosses her into the air a bit, he turns, catching her with a sit-out powerbomb as the fans erupt when Zarek hit the Silent Regards[1:08]. The referee is coming to, and Zarek begins to lift DSL up to her feet but is stopped immediately with a low blow, switching the entire momentum.

WallStreet, "And again we see that "By Any Means Necessary" mentality that DSL’s been forced to adopt to try and conclude Zarek Lyle’s win streak over here tonight."

Getting to her feet as quickly as she can, holding the back of her head from the move, she runs behind Zarek and comes charging at him and leaps into the air and with a violent drop kick to the back, Zarek goes flying into the corner. The crowd cheers loudly as DSL takes perfect opportune time, and signals for the Sugary Tasty Drop! Pulling Zarek out of the corner, she hooks his head and runs to the middle rope but no! Zarek acts quickly and grabs DSL and drops back with a rear naked choke and the fans eat it up. He locks in the hold and the fans are on their feet. Chants of "Zar-ek Ly-le!" followed by a series of stomps and claps are heard as well as a similar chant of support for "D-S-L" as the crowd battles in support of two of their favorites. Eventually, however, DSL manages to get her arm under the ropes and the official is forced to call for the break.With that they both come to their feet as Zarek taunts�?B> Zarek hooks her arm but faces the opposite direction, he puts his right arm around DSLs neck and sweeps out her left leg and drives her into the mat with the Apollo’s Call [0:15]. Getting up in a rage, Zarek can sense it’s over and pulls DSL over to the corner. Zarek goes up top and waves his hands and the fans cheer him loudly as he laps off with a corkscrew shooting star press he calls Death of a Hero [1:10] and connects. He stays on for the pin and the referee goes for the count.

One…Two…Three!

Busch, "Your winner, and still Cyber Television Champon, Zarek Lyle!"

"Ex’s and Oh’s" by Atreyu blasts over the speakers as the fans chant "Zar-ek Lyle!" and "I-C-W-A" over and over again as he’s handed his championship in victory.

Zarek Lyle climbs to the far corner, raising his ICWA Cyber TV Title in the air as the fans cheer�?but then boo. It doesn’t take us long to figure out why they’re booing as we see Scott Addams slide into the ring with a large chain doubled over and being held in his hand. He darts across the ring and uses the chain like a whip, nailing Zarek across the back.

WallStreet, "Come on now. Not again!"

Zarek drops down off the corner holding his back as Scott wraps part of the chain around his fist. Zarek turns around and Scott nails him in the gut with that loaded right hand. Zarek holds his stomach as Scott steps back arrogantly and keeps his fist balled up, almost taunting the fans with what’s too come�?However before he can deliver, DSL swings him around and nails a short clothesline taking him off his feet.

WallStreet, "There ya go! Ya gotta imagine that a lot of respect has built between Zarek Lyle and DSL with these ultra competitive matches."

DSL begins delivering hard stomps to Scott Addams but as she does we see somebody else slide into the ring. It’s a woman with long dark hair and something pink in her hand. She rushes behind DSL and wraps what appears to be a pink extension cord around her throat, dragging her back off of Scott Addams as the crowd’s cheers turn back to boos.

WallStreet, "Who is that?!"

Scott Pulls himself up and sees Zarek trying to come out of the corner, holding his gut. Scott takes his chain loaded hand, reaches way back, and CRRRAAAAAAAACK! A huge right hand to the skull of Zarek Lyle drops him hard. Scott turns around and heads for DSL and the woman who’s restraining her by the throat with that extension cord. The woman releases her as Scott kicks her in the gut. Scott hooks her, lifts her up for the power bomb, and then tosses her out grabbing her by the head and driving her face down into the mat with an X Factor.

The crowd boos desperately as WallStreet says, "He may not have hit that Platinum Landing on TOG earlier but he certainly got all of DSL with it."

Scott stands up, looking at the carnage with scowl as the fans still boo. He walks over to the side of the ring and demands a microphone. Of course Bert Busch wastes no time delivering.

Scott walks over to the woman, who’s smirking and seems delighted by what’s taken place�?So delighted infact that she shares a kiss with Scott.

Scott, "Zarek! Understand this pal�?STRONG> I AM The Greatest. Professional. Wrestler. Alive. To. DAY!"

The crowd boos as WallStreet says, "His talent is unquestionable, but his attitude certainly can’t claim the same."

Scott, "And I am SICK and TIRED of being the best�?Of being the walking personfication of unadulterated excellence�?And being put in the shadows while guys like Zarek Lyle run around from company to company with the acknowledgement that *I* Deserve. Belts don’t make you great, Being Scott Addams makes you great! Yet you people refuse to understand that, and so to do the people who make the decisions around this place. So because Zarek Lyle has that Cyber TV championship, he’s respected and revered while I’m treated like some rookie who’s still learning to lace a pair of boots?! I Don’t THINK SO!"

Crowd: YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!

Scott looks around, unamused by their chant as the woman just shakes her head and yells, "You don’t suck baby! You’re the best!"

Scott walks over and picks up the Cyber TV title from beside Zarek’s lifeless body. Scott raises it in the air with one hand as he says, "ICWA Be On Notice, you are looking at your next Cyber TV Champion. Zarek, When you wake up know that in your future lyes a glimpse at Greatness�?A Glimpse at me�?And then after that, Nothing. I Will Be Your End. And DSL, The little heroin�?Well, I think somebody else has something in mind for you."

He grins as he hands the microphone over to the woman.

The Woman looks down at DSL who’s barely moving and says, "DSL? I’m Tani Lyons, Nice to meet ya. Get out of the picture while you can, and don’t get some bright idea about evening the odds. My man’s going to take Zarek’s Cyber TV title like you couldn’t, and if you get in his way then I’m�? Heh�?I’m gonna take your pride�?Well you know, *IF* You have any left."

She tosses the mic as "Stroke" by Apocolyptica hit’s the PA. The crowd is booing desperately as Tani looks down at DSL and Scott still holds the Cyber TV Title in the air. He finally tosses it at Zarek and he and Tani both exit the ring.

WallStreet, "Tani Lyons? I believe I’ve heard of her�?She’s Scott Addams�?girlfriend but I�?Well once again I didn’t expect to see her in the ICWA. This is two matches in a row that there’s been something unexpected at the expense of some great competitors who had just finished a grueling contest. Hopefully our last two contests don’t continue this trend."

Addams and Lyons are on the stage, they turn and he raises her hand as the crowd showers them in boos. They both turn and head back through the curtain as Addams theme concludes. Back in the ring DSL is pulling herself up to a positive reaction from the fans, but Zarek’s still down and out.

WallStreet, "These fans on their feet in support of DSL and Zarek Lyle, however, Zarek Lyle really seems the worse for war after that unprovoked attack from Scott Addams."

DSL heads over and surprisingly, checks on Zarek. It doesn’t take her long to wave to the back, making Carlton and Harding jog back out to the ring. Carlton and Harding pull Zarek out of the ring, but he looks even worse than TOG did as he isn’t walking or anything. His feet drag on the floor as Carlton and Harding support all of his weight, carrying him toward the back with DSL following close behind.

WallStreet, "This doesn’t look good. Scott got a devastating shot with that chained fist to Zarek’s mid section�?He may have damaged some ribs or some internal organs with that shot. Or he may have given Zarek a major concussion or perhaps even serious skull damage with that chained right hand to the head. I hope that he turns out to be alright. He’ll be immediately looked at by the on-site EMT when he gets to the back."

The crowd is pretty quiet as things look pretty grime for Zarek Lyle as they take him behind the curtain.

Faith" by Limp Bizkit blasts across the speakers and the fans erupt as our special ringside guest for the night, ICWA Women’s champion Faith Rivers wielding the championship comes down to the ringside area.

WallStreet, "Well, In spite of what we just witnessed, the show must go on. I’m going to try and keep my attention focused on the ring as we get ready to head into the contendership contest for the ICWA Women’s Championship."

Bert Busch, "The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit. At this time, please welcome the special ringside guest, ICWA Women’s champion FAITH RIVERS!"

The crowd cheers as Faith waves to some of the fans from ringside.

A woman's voice echo’s, "This is where the money's at," and Angelina walks out to the stage as Rob Zombie's "Girl On Fire" blasts out of the PA system. She stops, holds her arms out to her sides and twists her hips with a seductive smile to a great fan pop.

Bert Busch: "Making her way to the ring first, from Beverly Hills, California, Angelina Santana!"

She then proceeds to walk to the ring, all business. Once she gets to the ring, she stops at the apron, and hops up on it on her right knee. She looks around a bit, leaps up, does the leg splits, and ducks under the ropes. She stands up on one knee and flips her hair back, smiling slightly. She stands up and holds out her arms in a grandiose fashion (a la Randy Orton). Getting to her feet she poses, waiting for Sadie. Then "Brackish" by Kittie hits the speakers and the boos echo loudly as Heather Mann and Sadie Brighton emerge.

Busch: "Making her way to the ring, accompanied by Heather Mann, from London, England, Sadie Brighton!"

WallStreet, "Folks, I’m being told that Zarek Lyle has not regained consciousness yet and is being rushed to the Pitt County Memorial Hospital for immediate medical attention. If I find out anything else as the night progresses, you’ll know it as soon as I do. Otherwise I promise we’ll keep you as updated as we can through ICWA.com over the week."

Spotlights circle around the crowd and finally land in the middle of the top of the ramp, Heather and Sadie stand there, Heather a little bit more forward. She holds her hands on her hips and Sadie looks out looking anxious. The lights come up a little as they start down the ramp, Heather leading. The fans reach out trying to get the girls to slap their hands. Heather just laughs at them and it seems as though Sadie doesn't even care to look around. Heather makes her way up the stairs as she reaches them. She walks down the apron waiting for Sadie to reach the stairs. Sadie walks up them and sits down between the top and middle ropes allowing Heather to get into the ring. After Heather enters Sadie gets into the ring after her. Sadie then walks to the middle of the ring and Heather presents her to a crowd of booing fans. Sadie grins along with Heather hearing the boos. As Sadie awaits her opponent Heather steps out of the ring to the outside.

The bell sounds and we’re off. Immediately Angelina goes for a strike but Sadie uses her speed and technical skills, grabbing Angelina’s arm and connects with a quick arm drag. Getting to her feet, Sadie taunts as the fans boo and Angelina is to her feet. The two go into a tie up, but Sadie swoops around and gets a rear grapple on Angelina and yanks back in a German Suplex attempt however Angelina uses her agility and as she goes flying backwards Angelina back flips in mid air, landing on her feet using the ropes behind her to catch her before she falls, and then rebounds, bouncing off the middle rope with a twisting cross body with perfect timing as Sadie turns around. She goes down and Angelina stays on for the count.

One…Two…Kick out!

That wasn’t going to be enough to keep Sadie down. With a shoulder up, and Angelina sits on her knees, a little frustrated, Sadie takes perfect chance of the opportunity and reaches up grabbing Angelina by the hair and rolls her over almost into an inside cradle, but Sadie gets up, pulling Angelina up and lifts Angelina into the air for a stalling suplex however Angelina is able to tweak her body and get out of the suplex, landing behind Sadie. Sadie turns around and is caught with a few forearm shots and then Angelina props herself from a standing position onto Sadie’s shoulders and connects a beautiful huricanranna, flipping Sadie in the air, causing her to land hard on her back. Angelina taunts for it to be over however Heather Mann reaches in the ring, grabbing Angelina by the foot distracting her while Sadie comes charging up behind Angelina and lifts her up into position for The Downfall having Angelina’s back on Sadie’s with the neck lock in place. However, Faith now had gotten up from the commentary position and the fans erupted as she tapped Heather on the shoulder. Heather turns around only to get blasted in the face with the women’s championship and the fans eat it up as Faith taunts. Meanwhile in the ring, Sadie shows her power still holding Angelina up, but caught glimpse of what Faith did and it was enough to distract Sadie and cause her to loosen her grip on Angelina who slips out of the hold and drops Sadie with an reverse DDT as Faith points to Angelina with a smile. Angelina taunts to the crowd as they erupt, and locks in the Evil Ways. Sadie has no where to go, Faith at ringside and no escape giving her no choice but to tap out.

Busch: "Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner and NEW ICWA Women’s Championship contender, Angelina Santana!"

The bell sounds as "Girl on Fire" by Rob Zombie blasts and Angelina celebrates the victory.

WallStreet, "There you have it. Heather Mann attempted to sway the outcome of this contest but to no avail as Faith Rivers acted as an equalizer at ringside. However, she may have just made herself an uncomfortable bed to lye in as that now means that on October tenth when Christian Michaels will meet Joe Six Pack, and MJ Storm will be on hand for an explanation of his actions here tonight, so too will Faith Rivers be on hand to defend her ICWA Championship against Angelina Santana."

Saddie rolls out and Heather walks her up the ramp and to the back. Angelina hops up onto the corner, points down at Faith, and then does the title taunt around her waist. Faith smirks and applauds the young vixen, but doesn’t show any intimidation at the prospect of defending her belt against Angelina.

WallStreet, "Angelina and Faith�?That should provide to be a great contest between two of the very best in women’s wrestling today."

Faith turns and begins heading up the ramp, heading to the back herself as Angelina celebrates a little more and then follows suit.

The lights in the arena shut off putting the arena in complete darkness. The words of Megadeth are heard...

Enter the arena and through the lights...

Step on down, your in for a ride...

This is war, ain't no fun and games...

Suddenly a large spotlight shines down onto the ramp as a slab of concrete is seen and on it lies a figure. The public address sound system starts up again playing ''Crush Em'' by Megadeth as the figure sits up and climbs off of the concrete pedestal indicating a resurrection. He begins walking down the ramp as the fans begin a huge, arena deafening 'fuck you' chant, the ring announcer heard vaguely.

Busch, ''Making his way to the ring from Seymour, MO. at a height of six feet two inches tall and weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds... ''THE EMERALD'' DREW STTEEEVVEENSOOOONNNN.''

Drew gets down to the ring and quickly slides under the bottom ropes getting into the ring. He is quick to get back to his feet as he walks over to the farthest turnbuckle and leans back in it awaiting his opponent. With Drew in the ring, the spotlight turns off of him. The sounds of "World's Greatest" by R. Kelly begins to play. The crowd is on their feet, their hands slapping together as they begin to chant "DVD...DVD...DVD..." After just a few moments, Van Dam pushes his way through the curtain and the spotlight immediately shines on him. He stands there at the top of the aisle, water dripping from his head and shoulders, the ICWA Heavyweight Championship wrapped around his waist. The singlet Van Dam has on tonight is white with red trim. Van Dam makes his way down the ring aisle.

Busch, "On his way to the ring, from Indianapolis, Indiana, weighing in tonight at two hundred and forty five pounds... The ICWA HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION...DAVID...VAN...DAM..."

At the sound of his name, Van Dam enters the ring. His music ends as he unstraps the Heavyweight Championship from his waist.

Wallstreet, "What a match up this promises to be. These men are evenly matched, in my book. Both are superb technicians, Stevenson might be a little faster, and I think Van Dam might be a touch stronger. Both have an excellent command of submission holds, as well as a vast knowledge of other painfull moves. I don't think either one of these men have an advantage, but what I do know is this: these two do not like each other. Van Dam detests Stevenson, and Stevenson loathes Van Dam. It promises to be a good one. Jason Harding is the referee for this contest."

Referee Jason Harding takes the ICWA Heavyweight Championship from Van Dam and hands it to a ring hand as he asks both men if they're ready. They nod their heads yes and he calls for the bell.

Wallstreet, "This is one is officially underway. One thing that should be noted, is Drew Stevenson and David Van Dam both use variations of the Olympic Slam. Stevenson's verision generally lands the opponent more on their back, while Van Dam's is more of a shoulder and neck move. Stevenson likes to set his opponent up for that Texas Cloverleaf he likes to use, which really focuses on his opponent's lower back, where as Van Dam uses his to set up for the Cross Face Chickenwing. Look for Stevenson to focus on Van Dam's lower back, and look at Van Dam to try and focus on the shoulder and neck of Stevenson."

The two grapplers approach each other, locking up in the center of the ring, much to the pleasure of the fans.

Wallstreet, "Here we go, collar elbow tie up. Look to see a lot of these lock ups throught out the match, these two men want to show the other up. Before the show, Van Dam said he was going to beat some respect into Drew Stevenson, expect Van Dam to be real aggressive. Van Dam with a step around, now he's got Drew in the rear waist lock."

Van Dam indeed has Drew Stevenson in the rear lock up, Drew has his feet spread wide in front of him, giving him a low base as he tries to find a way out of Van Dam's grip.

Wallstreet, "Notice the grip Van Dam is using. He's not interlocking his fingers, like so many other wrestlers do. Van Dam has his right hand gripping his left wrist, giving him a much more solid grip, a grip that is much harder to break. Also, notice Stevenson's base. He has it wide and low, this prevents Van Dam from being able to really wrench that hold in."

Stevenson's hands move all over Van Dam's arms, a time or two he tries to reach between his legs, trying to find a way to get out of Van Dam's hold. Stevenson straightens up some and pushes his left arm between his torso and Van Dam's arms. Ducking down and pulling with his arm, Stevenson manages to break Van Dam's grip, and get Van Dam into a standing arm wrench. Van Dam clutches his teeth together and grunts as he slaps his shoulder, blocking out the discomfort, Van Dam counters it into an arm wrench of his own. Van Dam takes the arm wringer into a hammer lock.

Wallstreet, "A nice exchange of holds here. Look at the hammer lock applied by Van Dam. This is how hammer locks are supposed to be done. Van Dam is not only pulling Stevenson's arm behind his back, but he's pulling up on it, putting a lot of pressure on Stevenson's shoulder. Stevenson is trying to find a way out of the hold, this is how you can tell both men are fantastic wrestlers, the way that they're able to block out the discomfort to try and find the way out. They don't rely on the ropes to get out of the holds, they wrestle their way out of the holds. Van Dam takes Stevenson into a headlock, again, notice the grip of Van Dam. He is gripping his wrist with his right hand, his forearm is against Stevenson's temple, trapping his head between Van Dam's arm and side. A lot of people underestimate the headlock, but when Van Dam or Stevenson applies one, it is a vicious submission hold capable of causing serious pain and even a submission."

Stevenson grabs a handful of Van Dam's singlet, pulling him back towards the ropes. Stepping forward, Stevenson gives a hard push, causing Van Dam to lose his grip. Van Dam is shot to the opposite set of ropes. He hits them and comes bouncing back, where Stevenson grabs Van Dam into a sleeper hold, but Van Dam is quick to duck some and wrap his arms around Stevenson's waist, lifting him up he drops him backwards with a back drop.

Wallstreet, "Van Dam is one step ahead of Stevenson there. Van Dam really seems atop his game tonight. Van Dam off the ropes, knee drop right to the back of the neck of Stevenson. Van Dam is really going to work on Stevenson's neck. Another knee drop onto Stevenson's neck. What's Van Dam doing with Stevenson's arm? He's got it straightened out. Big knee right to the shoulder joint of Stevenson's arm. Arm bar by Van Dam, he's tugging on that arm, he's trying to rip it out of socket."

Stevenson struggles, his feet digging into the mat, Stevenson pulls his body to the ropes, draping one foot over the bottom rope. Referee Jason Harding calls for the break. Van Dam delivers the break, standing up, Van Dam backs into the center of ring as Stevenson rolls out of the ring, shaking his arm several times, trying to get the feeling back in his arm. He also rolls his neck around, trying to loosen up the neck that Van Dam has been working on.

Wallstreet, "Smart move by Stevenson, Van Dam was really building some momentum, and really settling into a rhythm. This forces Van Dam to stop, while giving Stevenson some time to try and refocus himself."

Van Dam moves towards the ropes, demanding that Stevenson get back in the ring. Harding moves to Van Dam, telling him to get back from the ropes and let Stevenson get back into the ring. Van Dam backs up to the center of the ring as Stevenson climbs up onto the apron and gets into the ring. Van Dam is quick to come at Stevenson, backing him into the corner, Stevenson has his hands back, as if he's not trying anything. Harding is quick to get between them, trying to push Van Dam back from the corner. With Harding's head ducked down to push Van Dam back, Stevenson nails Van Dam with a stiff shot right to the jaw. Van Dam clutches at his jaw and stumbles back from the corner. Stevenson moves quickly, driving a forearm right into the small of Van Dam's back, causing Van Dam to arch his back and shuffle forward. Stevenson drives his forearm into Van Dam's back again, causing Van Dam to groan in pain as he drops to one knee. Stevenson hits the ropes and comes charging back, dropping forward to hit a diving forearm right into the back of Van Dam.

Wallstreet, "Now Drew Stevenson is on the attack. Several vicious forearms to Van Dam's back, and now Stevenson is in control. Look at that knee drop to the small of Van Dam's back. Stevenson knows how important it is to weaken Van Dam's back. Not only do both of Stevenson's main finishers focus on the back, but alot of Van Dam's power comes from his strong lower back. He likes to use those suplexes, where he gets a lot of his power from. Yes, he uses those strong legs of his, but a lot of Van Dam's strength comes from that back."

Stevenson places his knee into the middle of Van Dam's back, while his arms reach up, grabbing on Van Dam's shoulders. Pulling back on Van Dam's shoulders, Stevenson forces Van Dam to bend back, Stevenson's knee digging right into the small of Van Dam's back. Van Dam let's out several sounds of pain as his face contourts up with the pain he's being put in.

Wallstreet, "I don't think I've seen this variation before. Stevenson is really putting pressure on that lower back of Van Dam's, Stevenson wants Van Dam to tap out. Stevenson releases the hold, another knee to Van Dam's back. I don't know how much Van Dam's lower back can take, Stevenson has hit several hard hitting shots to it, as well as that submission hold. Stevenson's going for the pin, but only a one count. Stevenson pulls Van Dam to his feet, he lifts him up in the sidewalk position, backbreaker, but Stevenson doesn't let Van Dam go, he lifts him back up, a second backbreaker, again he lifts Van Dam back up, but this time it's a sidewalk slam. Stevenson is really linking together some impressive offense right here, Stevenson came to win."

Stevenson goes for another cover, but this time barely gets a two count before Van Dam forces his shoulder off of the mat. Stevenson shakes his head and pulls Van Dam up again. This time, Stevenson wraps his arms around Van Dam's waist, pulling him in for a bearhug. Van Dam lets out a large groan of agony as the crowd let's out a gasp. Van Dam's eyes are screwed shut from pain, his hands reaching in the direction of the crowd, reaching for their help as Stevenson wrenches it in. Van Dam's head thrashes as Harding asks the Heavyweight Champion if he wants to give it up.

Wallstreet, "A powerful bear hug from The Emerald, he's got the Heavyweight Champion in a bad spot right now. Look at Stevenson's arms, they are right over the small of Van Dam's back. If you notice, Stevenson has a grip like Van Dam's, he doesn't inter lock his fingers like you see so often, he grips his wrist, that allows him to really wrench it in, to dig it in. Van Dam is in a world of hurt right now. The crowd is trying to will him on, but I don't know if Van Dam can fight out of it. The Ironman is very resilent, as he has shown time and time again with his history of long, physical matches. Earlier this year, Van Dam went almost seventy-four minutes with Matlock for the ICWA Heavyweight Title, he has proven he can go the distance, but Stevenson is attacking Van Dam's back like I've never seen. Uh-oh, Van Dam looks like he's out of it, his arms have fallen, ICWA Official Jason Harding is checking to see if Van Dam can continue."

Harding grabs Van Dam's left arm, raising it up, it falls. Again Harding raises Van Dam's arm, and again it falls. The crowd is in a stunned hush as their Champion looks completely out of it. For a third, and potentially final time, Harding raises Van Dam's arm up. He let's go of it, and it falls have way before Van Dam is able to catch it. The crowd begins to cheer, slapping their hands together and chanting "DVD! DVD! DVD" As Van Dam's fist pumps, trying to get them to cheer louder. Stevenson's eyes are wide as he tries to wrench it in more, but Van Dam is blocking out the pain. He delivers a punch to Stevenson's head, then a second, then a third and the hold is broken. Van Dam immediately grabs at his lower back as the blood begins to surge there, but he tries to block it out as Stevenson stumbles back to face him. Van Dam delivers a stiff kick to the gut, and sets Stevenson up for a suplex. The crowd is on their feet as Van Dam tries to lift Stevenson up, but can't. Instead Van Dam's hand grabs at his lower back as he groans in pain. The crowd seems to groan with him as Van Dam stumbles away from Stevenson holding his back. Stevenson is quick to move forward, Van Dam has his back towards him, so Stevenson drives his shoulder right into Van Dam's back and charges forward, driving Van Dam sternum first into the turnbuckles.

Wallstreet, "Everyone in the building thought Van Dam was about to mount a big come back, but his back was just in too much pain. Now, Stevenson has Van Dam trapped in the corner with his back exposed."

Stevenson drives his shoulder into Van Dam's back multiple times before backing up and charging forward, leaping into the air, Stevenson drives both of his knees into Van Dam's back. Van Dam lets out another very unpleasant sound as he drops to his knees, his head resting on the middle rope. Stevenson pulls Van Dam back from the corner and lifts him up onto his shoulders, locking him in a Torture Rack. Van Dam lets out several screams of pain as Stevenson leaps up and down, sending pain shooting through Van Dam's back.

Wallstreet, "I haven't seen a Torture Rack in a long time, and Stevenson is doing it better than I've seen is so long. Van Dam might have to give it up here, I don't know how much more he can take. Van Dam's back has to be exploding in agony right now. Harding's asking him, but Van Dam refuses to give up, he refuses to throw in the towel. Wait, Van Dam has managed to slide out of the hold."

Van Dam's feet touches the ground as he stumbles away from Stevenson, his hand clutching his back. Stevenson comes charging forward, looking for a clothesline, but Van Dam ducks under. Stevenson turns around and Van Dam grabs his left arm, dropping down he drives it into the mat. Stevenson clutches at his shoulder, which Van Dam worked on earlier on the match, as Van Dam just lays there, his back in so much pain he's not able to capatilize right away. With both men down, Harding begins the ten count. The crowd starts making a lot of noise, yelling at Van Dam to get up. As Harding passes five, Van Dam begins to get up, the crowd roaring with approval as the reigning Heavyweight Champion reaches his feet. He looks around at them, his fists clenched as he nods his head, his face still showing the pain in his back, as is his hunched over walk. Stevenson slowly gets up to his feet, his left arm hanging by his side, his right arm up in a defensive position. Van Dam moves closer, letting one of his fists fly foward, not aiming for Stevenson's head, instead, Van Dam punches Stevenson right in the shoulder. Stevenson lets out a yelp as Van Dam hits a second punch to Stevenson's shoulder. Stevenson's right arm immediately goes to block his shoulder so Van Dam grabs Stevenson, gritting his teeth, he lifts Stevenson up and drops to one knee, driving Stevenson's left shoulder right into his knee. Van Dam tries to keep a hold of Stevenson and push himself back up, but can't, the pain is to much for him. Van Dam falls back on the mat, clutching his back in agony.

Wallstreet, "Van Dam has stopped Stevenson's momentum, but at what price? Van Dam can't get off the mat he's in so much pain. Stevenson is up, but he is really favoring the left shoulder. He's pulling Van Dam up to his feet.... VAN DAM JUST HIT DREW STEVENSON WITH A LAST CHANCE! VAN DAM OUT OF NOWHERE!"

Van Dam falls on Stevenson for the pin as referee Jason Harding slides into position to make the count. The crowd is on their feet, counting a long with Harding's slaps of the mat. ONE! TWO! TH! No, Stevenson gets his right shoulder off the mat. Van Dam rolls off of Stevenson to the ropes, grabbing a hold of them Van Dam pulls himself to his feet. The crowd is firmly behind the reigning ICWA Heavyweight Champion as he waits for Stevenson to stand to his feet. Stevenson gets up and Van Dam moves forward, going for a kick to the gut, but Stevenson grabs Van Dam's leg. Van Dam's eyes go wide as Stevenson hits a dragon whip on Van Dam, still holding Van Dam's leg, Stevenson grabs Van Dam's other leg, making them into the Cloverleaf position, Stevenson turns Van Dam over, locking in his "The Career Killer". Van Dam screams in pain as Stevenson leans back, adding to the pressure and pain.

Wallstreet, "I thought Van Dam had Stevenson with the Last Chance, but just as quickly as Van Dam locked to have the match one, Stevenson looks to have it won as well. He's got Van Dam near the center of the ring with the Texas Cloverleaf really locked in. I don't know how much more Van Dam can take, he's clawing at the mat, trying to get to the ropes but he just can't pull Stevenson's weight as well as his own."

Harding gets right down by Van Dam's face, asking him if he wants to give it up. Van Dam grabs at Harding, saying no. Harding asks Van Dam if he wants to give it up again, and Van Dam again says no. Van Dam's face is screwed up in so much pain as Stevenson shouts at Harding to ask Van Dam again. Again Van Dam screams no, his fingers digging into the mat.

Wallstreet, "It might be wise of Van Dam to give it up here, it looks like he's got no escape, and Stevenson is keeping that hold locked in. The crowd is cheering for Van Dam though, trying to give him that extra motivation. What's this? Van Dam is powering himself up, look at the strength, where's Van Dam getting it from? He just used his legs to break the hold!"

True to Wallstreet's word, Van Dam pushes with his legs as his arms push his body up, this causes Stevenson to not only lose his grip, but to stumble forward. Stevenson's foot seems to catch on the mat, causing Stevenson to lose his balance and crash shoulder first into the middle turnbuckle. Stevenson screams in pain and grabs at his shoulder, the awkward angle he hit the turnbuckle at clearly doing a world of hurt. Van Dam, being feuled by adrenline, Van Dam gets to his feet, pulling the straps on his singlet down he lets out a massive roar. Stevenson stumbles to his feet, turning towards Van Dam, Van Dam grabs Stevenson's left arm, locking in a standing arm wringer. He doesn't keep the hold in too long, Van Dam changes the hold into a hammerlock. Stevenson's face shows the pain he's in as his right hand grabs at his left shoulder. With the hammerlock locked in, Van Dam moves forward, pushing Stevenson shoulder first into the top turnbuckle, pulling back, Van Dam wraps his other arm around Stevenson's waist, and with a loud grunt of exertion, Van Dam pops his hips and leans backwards, sending Stevenson over head and crashing onto his shoulder with a Hammerlock Suplex. Van Dam is back to his feet, grabbing at his back, but able to block out most of the pain because of the adrenline pumping through his body.

Wallstreet, "Van Dam is really feeling it now. He's able to block out the pain that's shooting through his body and launch and offensive attack. He's got Stevenson up, Van Dam shoots him off into the ropes, big lariat from Van Dam, that nearly took Stevenson's head and shoulder off. Cover by Van Dam, only a two count. Van Dam doesn't let it fase him though, he's got Stevenson back up... Uh oh, this doesn't look good for The Emerald. Van Dam has Stevenson on his shoulders. How is Van Dam able to support Stevenson's weight like that? Van Dam has dug deep to find the reserve to do this. OH MY GOD! I'm surprised Stevenson's head is still attached. Van Dam had Stevenson up in that Fireman's Carry, pushed him off into the air, and then hit him with a vicious European Uppercut. Van Dam calls that The Goodnight. And it might have just won the match for him. No, only a two count! Van Dam is frustrated, but it looks like that flow of adrenline is starting to wear off, because Van Dam is clutching at his back and can't get off the mat."

Stevenson is flat on the mat as Van Dam rolls around, holding at his lower back. Van Dam rolls to the ropes, using them to get up as Stevenson slowly gets back to his feet as well. They move towards the center of the ring, and Van Dam swings a large right hand, very uncharacteristic of him, and Stevenson ducks, grabbing a hold of Van Dam, he lifts Van Dam up and slams him down with his Emerald Pride. Stevenson clutches at his shoulder, which hit the mat roughly as Van Dam's back arches in pain from being slammed into the mat. Stevenson makes the cover.

Wallstreet "Emerald Pride by Stevenson, this has to be it, there's no way Van Dam is kicking out. There's the two, here comes the three, NO! Van Dam kicks out, how did Van Dam kick out? These two men are pouring their heart and souls into this match. Van Dam's back has to be screaming at him, it has to be locked up, and Stevenson's left arm is almost useless from the amount of damage it's sustained, but they are still fighting, they are still digging down deep to try and find a way to get victory."

Stevenson rolls off of Van Dam and looks at Harding, holding up three fingers, but Harding shakes his head and motions for two. The crowd is on their feet right now, making lots of noise, they're into every move the two wrestlers are doing. Stevenson uses his right arm to hold onto the middle rope, pulling himself up to his feet. He moves towards Van Dam, grabbing a hold of his singlet with his right arm, he pulls Van Dam up, trying to get him to his feet. Van Dam is barely able to stand his back hurts so bad. Stevenson hooks Van Dam's leg with his right arm and and lifts him up, going for his "Final Conflict", but Van Dam slides off of Stevenson's shoulders, quickly locking in his "Faded Glory". The crowd is on their feet cheering as Stevenson's right arm flails as he tries to reach for the ropes, Van Dam walks backwards, taking him to the center of the ring, Van Dam falls to the mat, keeping it locked in, he wraps his legs around Stevenson's midsection, staying on his side though, so he can't be counted for the pin. The crowd is chanting "Tap! Tap! Tap!" At Stevenson as Stevenson tries to ignore the thundering pain in his left shoulder.

Wallstreet "Van Dam has that Cross Face Chickenwing locked in the center of the ring. Stevenson is screaming in pain, I don't know if Stevenson can last much longer. he's clawing at Van Dam's fingers, but he can't break Van Dam's grip. Van Dam is yelling with effort as he rears back. Will Stevenson Tap? The crowd is chanting for him to. Stevenson's hand goes to the mat, he's holding his hand above the mat, will he do it?"

Stevenson brings his hovering hand up into the air and brings it down towards the mat, the crowd begins to cheer loudly, but Stevenson stops just an inch from the mat, trying to fight the urge to tap out, trying to fight the pain. Again he raises his hand, and again he comes oh-so-close to letting himself tap out.

Wallstreet, "Stevenson's hand is coming down to the mat, he's going to tap. Van Dam is making Stevenson tap. NO! DAMN IT NO! STRYKER JUST KICKED VAN DAM IN THE SPINE! NO! DAMN JIMMY STRYKER! DAMN HIM! He just ruined a great match. He saved Drew Stevenson from tapping out, but for the second show in a row he has shown no respect for the ICWA Main events by interuppting it. "

The Legendary Icon, Jimmy Stryker starts putting the boots to Van Dam as Jason Harding calls for the bell, the fans are boo.

Busch, "Your winner, via disqualification, DAVID...VAN...DAM!"

The crowd is booing as Stryker is putting the boots to Van Dam hard. Stevenson slowly pulls himself up, his left arm dangling at his side as a look of anger and aggravation is on his face. Once Stevenson gets up he starts putting the boots to Van Dam as well.

WallStreet, "Come on now! That’s quite enough!"

Jimmy bends down and picks David up by the head. He takes him over to the ropes, drapes his arms over the top rope and tells Drew to help him lift the middle rope over the top rope. It’s difficult, especially with Drew only having one good arm, but they do it and end up trapping David’s arms in the ropes.

WallStreet, "You’ve made your point now let the ma�?UGH!"

We hear a thud and then no more WallStreet as Drew’s delivering hard slaps across David’s enraged face and Jimmy seems to be calling to the back.

Busch, "What? I�?I’m on the air? Uh�?Well fans I’m being told my microphone’s been switched to the commentary feed because WallStreet’s feed has unexplainably gone dead."

The curtains suddenly fly to the side and in a forced summersault WallStreet comes out landing on his back on the stage. The crowd gasps as we see that the buttons on WallStreet’s white button up are missing and the shirts been torn to shreds of cloth. His forehead has been busted open as well.

Busch, "What the Hell?! What’s goin on here?!"

Soon we find out as Scott Addams and Tani Lyons come out from the back, that steel chain of Addams in his hands.

Addams bends down, wraps the chain around WallStreet’s throat, and begins dragging him down the ramp as Tani follows arrogantly behind. Back in the ring Stryker’s been given a microphone.

Stryker, "What? Who’s that? Why David, Isn’t that WallStreet? Isn’t that the man who you’ve continuously called your "Best Friend in the World"?"

David screams in anger but Jimmy just smirks as Addams rolls WallStreet into the ring.

Busch, "Come on! WallStreet’s a damn commentator now! You attacked a man while he was in the back watching a monitor with a headset on! If it’d of been one up I guarantee you WallStreet wouldn’t be laying prone in his own blood right now!"

Jimmy walks over and begins looking at WallStreet much like a starving lion would look at a helpless gazelle. He begins driving hard stomps into the upper torso of WallStreet as the fans boo in disgust.

David screams, "YOU LET HIM GO! HE HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS! YOUR ASS IS MINE JIMMY!"

Addams slides in with Tani. Tani stands in a corner as Stryker nods to Addams. Addams begins whipping WallStreet with that big chain as Drew comes over and puts in occasional stomps between lashings.

Stryker, "What you see here David is your fault. I get what I want or people get hurt, it’s that simple. Now I’m gonna give you time to let this sink deep inside that shiney skull of yours and on October tenth right here in the Greenville Convention Center I expect you to come on out here and declare me the number 1 contender to that little belt of yours�?Now make sure over the next two weeks that you really think about what happened the last time you told me no before you think about saying it again."

With that Jimmy lunges forward and strikes DVD across the skull with the end of the microphone. He puts DVD in a modified Side headlock and delivers a couple of hard shots. When he releases the headlock we see blood trickling down DVD’s face as well.

Busch, "This is carnage! I can’t believe what I’m seeing!"

Tani walks over and wraps an arm around Scott’s waist, Drew stands there with an accomplished look on his face, and Jimmy just has his usual menacing, somewhat sadistic yet cocky scowl as they stand over the carnage in the ring.

Busch, "I�?I can’t wait till October Tenth to see these low down good for nothing THUGS get theirs! We’ve gotta go, watch the webiste for updates on Zarek Lyle, WallStreet, TOG, and David Van Dam�?MY GOD! I just can’t believe what’s transpired here tonight!"

And with that we finish rolling.

Credits

Thanks to Jeff AKA King Slender/6 and Rising Inc for writing The Scott Andrews/Nate Rupe opener

Thanks to Justin AKA Scott Addams for writing the Zarek Lyle/DSL Cyber TV Title match and the Angelina/Saddie Womens Contendership match

Thanks to David AKA DVD for writing the Main Event match

And of course thanks to everyone who RPed

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