Nike Re-Run

We see Devon Monroe backstage on his Cell phone�?/P> Devon, "HE WHAT?!... What the Hell do you mean "Flight Issues"?! …………�?Whoa, Whoa, Hold on……�?What you mean to tell me is that after David Van Dam just blatantly no-showed us, James is going to do the same and blame it on "plane issues"?! (crowd boos). ……………�?Fine, don’t you worry about it, tell James he’d better have his ass here for Demented next week or he won’t have to worry about getting to our venues!" Devon hangs up his phone as we see referee Tim White rushing by.

Busch,"Well folks, that may have seemed like an insignificant Nike "Re-run" this week, but we showed that to better explain why we have a loser leaves town match on the verge. MSN decided that in an attempt to seek revenge on James for missing a very important date last week, they’d make him fight to keep his job this week. However, since Hank isn’t exactly our largest draw, they decided that if he wasn’t successful tonight, he would be equally subject to release in an attempt to raise the interest in this match. I’m not very comfortable with the fact that somebody’s career and livly hood is being used to raise the stakes for the sake of some added "entertainment", but, Ladies and gentlemen, I can guarantee ya this much; this match is going to be hellacious if for no other reason then the fact that you put two men who hate each other in the ring together and there will always be blood spilled " 

Marshal, " Yea thats right especially when one of those men is James. But the hell with that, just listen to this crowd. Hell i've seen more reaction for toast then Hank is getting here tonight. Not that he deserves any more but damn that’s cold. "

The lights suddenly go out as the screams and cheers really start up, almost being overtaken by the chorus of boos from the James haters in the audience. slowly the red spotlights make their way up the ramp. pausing for a moment before lighting up the stage showing....nothing. The bell is heard as the lights suddenly come up showing James standing in one corner.

James jumps, leading with the element of surprise as he charges forward, looking to make a serious dent in Hanks ribs. the Man barely able to step out of the way. hastily james slams on the brakes stopping just infront of the ringpost. Unfortunantly james' luck is not with him as hank comes flying in from behind slamming james hard into the turnbuckle, hank bounces of james back as james stumbles back a step from the impact, Hank quickly catching him in a russian leg sweep. The crowd cheering at the unexpectedly quick start as hank rolls to his feet followed quickly by James. the two men stepping forward looking for a tie-up james suddenly stepping back, Hank, finding noone waiting from him stumbles forward off blance as james quickly grabs his head and nail a hard DDT, not wasteing any time as he holds onto the head and wrenches back into a Front face lock.

Busch, " Now this is a match, both men seeming to really want this one. not surprising considering that their jobs are on the line "

Both men are back on their feet, Hank obviously feeling the effects of the Hold just applied as he tries to shake off the cobwebs, that moment costing him as James slams a hard kick into his ribs, Quickly grabbing one of Hanks arms James pulls him forward before hitting a swinging neckbreaker. James Screambles quickly over to hank for the cover. not even one as hank throws his shoulder from the mat, james showing his distaste by pulling hank up by the shoulder and slamming his forhead into hanks nose with a viscious headbutt. hank rolls back out of the way, James hopping up to his feet, turning quickly to pose to the crowd, dropping to the ground just as hank Comes charging at him. popping back up and grabbing hank for a spinebuster. hank in a desperation move grabs James' head, holding it tight under his arm as james slams him down, facplanting himself in the process. Both men Lay there for a few moment, James running his fingers quickly over his face to make sure that nothing is broken beyond repair before slowly getting to his feet. hank waiting for him and quickly putting the boots to james' shoulder slamming him back to the Mat. Hank continues to slam his heel hard onto james' back, giving him no chance to roll out of the way. Hanks face his filled with a cocky grin that suddenly falls as James discards strategy and simply screams, both hands slamming into the mat and pushing him up right under the descending foot. Hank stumbles back off balance as james runs forward, quickly grabbing an arm and whipping him into the ropes, James ducks the incoming clothesline, quickly spinning behind and Grabbing hanks head, locking in a Sleeper hold that actually manages to last for a full three seconds before Hank slams his elbows back hard. hank runs forward, bouncing from the ropes and looking to takes james' face off with a clothesline. James ducks, both hands crossing infront of him as he drops, driving both arms visciously and deliberatly into hanks kneecap before standing and tossing him over his back. The crowd boos at the obviously deliberate attempt to seriously injure Hank as James laughs slowly walking over to the man who's holding his knee in Pain. James leans down grabbing the Injured leg, his right hand slamming into the back of the knee with several hard chops as he lifts the leg setting it on the middle rope and taking a few steps back. James laughes running forward, his lead leg passing hanks head and pivoting, his rear leg swinging around in a Savage roundhouse with all the force of a Kickboxing expert, sending hank spinning across the canvass wailing in pain and grabbing his leg.

Busch, " Dear god, I have heard all the rumors about James but there is no way in hell I just saw that. What kind of sick man would even think of doing that to another individual.

Marshal," James Ain't interested in ending his run Here. He wants to end the mans career, that’s how he earned his rep and by the looks of it some things just don't change.

Back in the ring Hank has actually managed to catch a break. James seems to be caught up in a very powerful argument with the ref. both of them waveing their Hands and james obviously swearing like a champion. he points off somewhere, the ref turning to look as James' foot 'accidentally' trip him up. James turns to the booing audience, shrugging as if he doesn't know why their booing before giving a huge yawn, his arms stretching out then BANG Dropping a powerful elbowdrop right on the back of the refs head. slowly he stands up, laughing loudly and slowly turns around, his eyes going wide for a second before a forearm takes him completely in the face. Hank having managed to get up on one leg, having nothing left to him but to jump forward, the shot having his full weight as slowly he gets to his feet. the crowd cheering, those cheers turning to boos as Hank flips them off. not needing them before and not wanting them now. Slowly he manages to get James to his feet, who immediately and unashamedly kicks him in the knee. Sending him down to the ground. Hank gins wide through the pain, his hand slamming out and nailing James right in the groin. James' eyes go wide and he smirks as Hank pulls his hand back, losing his balance as he shakes off the sudden pain i his finger. james looking at the crowd, slowly putting a finger to his lips before reaching into his pants.

Busch,"  BEER BOTTLE. HE HAD A BEER BOTTLE IN HIS PANTS"

Marshal, " THAT IS BRILLIANT. MARK ONE FOR THE DRUNK "

3!!!

James- Anyone moves him before I'm out of this building will just have volunteered to be my next opponent....How Pathetic.