// - Trunks: Waiting in the ring at the moment, was.. I mean is the W2K Jobber, Joey Wipwreck.. Why are we even here?
// - Joey: Because, it's our job.
// - Trunks: i don't remember signing anything where it stated having to do color commentary on jobbers. This sucks.
// - Joey: Oh, I'd have thought you'd be happy seeing as your 'hero' is in this match.
// - Trunks: ...?
[ - Before Joey could answer "Dopes to Infinity" hit over the small, house show P.A. System. Out from behind the curtain strolled "The Prodigal Son" Jacob Mitchell. Drapped over his left shoulder was his Impact Championship that was to be defended against Deus at Hardcore Hell. Jacob made his way down the black aisle and stopped dead center, before turning his attention to a few fans on the left of him, who booed the hell outta him. He arched 'The Prodigal Brow' at them, causing them to boo him even more, causing him to blaze an arrogant smile. - ]
// - Trunks: That's my hero.
// - Joey: I know Trunks, I know.
[ - Jacob stepped forward and onto the bottom step. He again turned his attention to the crowd on the side of him. This time they held fans up, rasing him but he continued to smile. A fan held a sign, in red and blue ink written on white board reading "JACOB = RATINGS, WRM = LOSER!" Jacob chuckled at the sight of that and made his way up the stairs, taking his time. - ]
// - Ring Announcer: Entering the ring.. Hailing from Hono-
[ - Jacob managed to get into the ring and snatched the mic away from the ring announcer. He brushed the ring announcer off, as he did so, knowing Jacob wasn't one to be meddled with. Joey stood in the corner, watching Jacob, as Jacob begun to speak, his music fading as his voice sounded through the arena. - ]
// - Jacob: What he meant to say.. Was.. Entering the ring.. Hailing from Honolulu, Hawaii! Weighing in at 265pounds.. The W2K Impact Champion.. The man that basically single-handedly destroyed two past MSN or W2K Champions.. and slayed a W2K Icon Christian Michaels with The Prodigal Drop..
[ - Jacob winked once, annoying the CM fans. - ]
// - Jacob: ... THE PRODIGAL SON... JAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCOOOOOOOOBBBBB MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMIIIIIIIIIIITCCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!
// - Joey: As much as I don't want to say it, Jacob has a point.
// - Trunks: Widow and WRM must be choking on their words now.. Or Widow might be choking on something else.
// - Joey: TRUNKS!
// - Trunks: What?
[ - Jacob tossed the mic over to Jizzmopper who fumbled with it in his hands. He managed to finally catch it and walk to the ropes and tossed it over towards the ring announcer on the outside. Jizzmopper walked over towards Jacob as he took the Impact Championship from him and made his way to the middle of the ring and held it above himself. Joey looked towards the championship, as the gold gleamed in his eye, wanting to make the move up to the regular roster. Jizzmopper walked back towards the ring-announcer and handed the belt to him, and motioned for the bell. The bell sounded as Jacob slowly made his way towards Joey. Joey moved towards the middle of the ring and stood toe to toe with Jacob, as the crowd got behind Joey. Chants of "DIE JACOB DIE!" and "JA-COB SUCKS!" sounded, causing Jacob to back up into the turnbuckle. He looked around the arena and did a motion with his left hand, telling the fans basically "Is that all you've got"? He backed his back against the turnbuckle and pushed himself up, as he sat on the top turnbuckle. He looked on as Joey attempted to rile up the crowd, and was successful to a point. Joey, went to rush Jacob out of the blue, causing Jacob to leap forward, off of the turnbuckle and hit Joey with a perfect Drop-Kick. Jacob's size 18 boot met Joey's face, causing his head to snap back and fall onto his back, doing a flip, completely over-selling it. - ]
// - Trunks: Even infront of ingrates, Jacob still mauls his opponents. This guy is the future.
// - Joey: Hard to argue with you there, Trunks.
// - Trunks: Not like you'd win anyway.
[ - Jacob captialized on the situation and locked a chinlock on, Joey, causing Jizzmopper to get down and check if Joey wanted to give up. Jacob applied more pressure to the lock, as the crowd slowly got behind Joey, trying to help him up. Jacob managed to slip both of his feet on the middle rope, using it for leverage. Once he saw Jizzmopper take notice of it, he put his legs back down on the mat. Jizzmopper went to check the ropes, allowing Jacob to turn the chinlock into a choke. Jizzmopper came back around and saw Jacob with the choke on Joey and begun the count. At three, Jacob released the lock and laid on his stomach, aside of Joey and smirked, as he begun to do push-ups. On the fifth one, he pushed himself up and jumped to his feet, mocking Jay-Z and brushing his shoulders off. Joey got back to his feet and made the mistake of getting himself tied up in the corner, allowing Jacob to catch him with multiple Europeon Uppercuts that did damage. After Jake landed the eleventh Uppercut, he backed up and watched as Joey staggered out of the corner. Jacob looked at him and shook his head. He anticipated the righthand that Joey threw out of no where, allowing Jacob to duck it and set him up for the Insurrection. Jacob locked his right arm around Joey's throat and with one swift movement, he dropped down to his knees, bringing Joey down, across his back. The crowd let out 'Ooh and Ahh's' as Jacob landed and bounced back to his feet, looking down at Joey for a second before shaking his head. - ]
// - Joey: Jacob didn't even break a sweat yet!
// - Trunks: Who would break a sweat, facing Wipwreck?
[ - Jacob turned away from Wipwreck and over towards the ring-announcer and motioned for a mic. Jacob was handed one, as he turned towards the top of the ramp and pointed. - ]
// - Jacob: This.. Is ridiculous! I beat Widow and WRM nearly on my own, and hell add in CM if you want. So I want someone from the back to comedown right now.
[ - The fans begun to cheer, not knowing who it could be as an unfamiliar theme sounded over the P.A. System. Strolling from behind the curtin, was none other than Nuckin Futts. Nuckin didn't seem too happy, not like he was ever happy. Jacob arched The Prodigal Brow once again, as he tossed the mic over his shoulder and exited the ring. He walked over towards the commentators table and sat down besides Trunks and slipped a commentary head-set on. Nuckin stood in the ring, looking down at Jacob, as Jacob stood up on the table and pointed towards Nuckin. - ]
// - Jacob: Why? Why couldn't have someone that matters answered my challenge? Instead.. I get some dumb redneck?! Aren't I lucky?
[ - Nuckin turned beet-red as he dropped down to the ground as Jacob ripped the headset off of his head and threw it down at the ground. He jumped off of the table as Nuckin reached it, causing him to slide into the ring. Joey once again attempted to go off and attack Jacob, but Jacob managed to side-step Joey's right hand. Jacob delievered a kick to the mid-section and went to bounce off the ropes, but Nuckin grabbed hold of his leg and pulled, causing Jacob to fall face-first. The crowd popped as Jacob checked his face for blood, giving too much time to Nuckin to get back in the ring. He picked Jacob up by the hair and irish-whipped him into the turnbuckle. Jacob slammed it into and held his back in pain as Nuckin came sprinting towards him, looking to nail Jacob with a splash of sorts. Jacob saw him coming but didn't move out of the way quick enough allowing Nuckin to catch Jacob with it. All of Nuckin's weight came crashing down on Jacob, causing Jacob to drop down on the mat. Nuckin looked down at Jake and then up to the crowd as he motioned for the Powerbomb. - ]
// - Joey: Where DID THAT COME FROM!?
// - Trunks: Oklahoma, Joey. Get with the program.
[ - Jacob was setup for a powerbomb from Nuckin, when Joey popped out of anywhere and motioned for Nuckin to allow him to hit Jacob, breaking Joey's record of never hitting anyone in a house-show. Nuckin shrugged his shoulders as set Jacob up in a Full-Nelson. Jacob looked up and saw Joey looking at him, ready to throw a clothesline his way. Before he could get to Jacob, Jacob hit Nuckin with a low-blow, loosening Nuckin's grip on Jacob. Joey came off the ropes and hit Nuckin with a clothesline, sending the big-man out of the ring. Jacob managed to post himself up in the turnbuckle as Joey turned around to look for Jacob. As he did so, Jacob pushed himself out of the corner and leaped into the air, grabbing hold of Joey's head and brought him down, face first into the mat. As Jacob nailed a picture perfect "Prodigal Drop". Joey's face bounced off the mat, as he flipped onto his back.
// - Trunks: Looks like Joey is still a o and a million thirty seven when it comes to hitting his opponent.
// - Joey: Oh, it can't be that high.
// - Trunks: Oh, yes it can.
// - Joey: How!?
// - Trunks: Because I said so. Now watch the match!
[ - Jacob covered Joey, in a non-chalant matter, with his right hand up in the air. Nuckin, bounced off the ropes and leaped into the air, attempting to connect with a splash, but Jacob rolled out of the way and watched Nuckin come crashing down onto Joey. Jacob kipped to his feet and waited patiently for the big red-neck to turn around. When he did so, Jacob bounced his back off the ropes and leaped into the air again went for The Prodigal Drop, but Nuckin was still too strong. He pushed Jacob forward, as Jacob came off the ropes back towards Nuckin. He ducked a clothesline and jumped into the air, using the second rope as base and bounced on it. He used it to change the positioning of his body and pull a mid-air turn, catching Nuckin with a Prodigal Drop. Though, Nuckin came falling right on Joey. - ]
// - Joey: That.. Was.. Innovative..
// - Trunks: That's why he's my hero and you're stuck routing for people like Mercy.
[ - Jacob walked over towards the two and put his foot down on Nuckin's back as Jizzmopper dropped down onto the mat and slapped his hand down on the mat.. 1.. 2.. 3! Jizzmopper motioned for the bell, as he walked over to the ring announcer and grabbed hold of the Impact Championship. Jacob snatched the belt from Jizzmopper as "Dopes to Infinty" hit over the P.A. System again. Jacob walked over to the turnbuckle on the right hand side and pulled himself up onto it. He stood on the second rope and held the Impact Championship by the strap with his left hand, blazing a arrogant smile as usual. He dropped down back on the mat and took one last glance at Nuckin and Joey before chuckling again and exited the ring. He made his way up the aisle and disappeared behind the curtain. - ]
// - Trunks: Rack up one more, for The Prodigal Son!
// - Joey: This doesn't count.
// - Trunks: The hell it does. If I had to come here and commentate, this counts as a win for Jacob.
[ - Scene Fade. - ]
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