When the cameras return from commercial break we open up on the commentary table where we see Bert Busch, Jay Marshal, and now the beautiful Image Johnson.

Busch: "Welcome back, folks! Joining us here at the commentary table for our next match is the current ICWA Women’s Champion Image Johnson. Welcome, Image!"

Image: "Thanks, Bert. Glad to be here."

"Never Be Me" Blasts over the PA System. The crowd jumps up to its feet, immediatley booing as they hear that one of a kind music. Shantel Travis could only come to mind as they watch Wrestling's Very own Marilyn Monroe's various situations and photoshoot flashes flip over the large screen. Hearing the talented rapper begin to spit in her theme song, as Shantel pushes the large long black curtain from her path as she paces from behind the stage. With an immediate smirk.. staggering some biting her lip as the smirk leaves her face. Reaching the end of the stage where the ramp starts.. the Girl everyone loves to Hate stand still at the top of the ramp, placing her small tender hands at her full waist looking forward over the large arena.

Kevin Dart: "This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the W2K Championess Championship title. Making her way to the ring…from Nashville, Tennessee, and weighing in at an undisclosed weight…she is the self-proclaimed Marilyn Monroe of wrestling…Shantelllll Travis!"

Busch: "For those of you who missed last week’s show, Image relinquished the W2K Championess Championship title. Right, Image?"

Image: "That’s right, Bert. I certainly did."

Marshal: "Why the hell would you do something like that? Management hands you the coveted title, and you thank them by tossing it back in their faces? Sort of like, ‘Thanks. But no thanks�?"

Image: "Has anyone ever told you that you are a ginormous jackass?"

Busch: "All the time, Image. All the time."

Image: "Look, I decided to give the title up because I want to WIN it. When that belt is around my waist, I don’t want anyone to be able to say it was just handed to me; that I don’t deserve it. So I handed it back, and the winner of this match will be crowned the new W2K Championess. Too bad for them, though; it’s only temporary."

Busch: "That’s right. Tonight’s winner will win the title, but they’re gonna have to turn right around and defend it against you at Resurrection."

Image: "You’re absolutely correct. They’re get the belt PLUS an impending beat-down. Make no mistake about it…Image Johnson WILL leave Resurrection with the W2K Championess Championship."

Beginning to make her way down to the squared circle which lies directly in front of her as she looks down at the lit up ramp below her, receiving no positive pump from the crowd as they know nothing good could come of her at all. As she walks by blowing kisses at all of the fans who of course yell back at her with an even meaner cold hearted insult, of course she flips her hair looking and laughing at some of the old wrinkled tanned wives who sit and watch they're husbands and sons cover up they're complete utter lust by booing at her. Gracing the steel steps with one small foot, pushing her weight upwards and placing another foot on the second step.. as she climbs she grabs the ring post to help guide herself across the ring apron. Ducking down into the ring under the second rope.. Standing up straight and expanding her arms outwards with a evil smile on her beautiful face. Shaking her head slightly at the rowdy crowd, Standing there looking around as all the sad ICWA fans yell at the diva. Shantel rolls her eyes once more..Strutting around the ring with her hands rested right in front of her..as she slightly circles the ring.

Marshal: "Well, Image. There’s potential opponent number one. If she wins tonight, do you think you can take her?"

Image: "Dude, do you not pay attention when people speak? I just said that I’ll be walking out of Resurrection with the title. It doesn’t matter which one of the two I’ll be going up against. Seriously, start listening; I’d hate to have to bitch slap you."

Busch: "She’ll do it too, Jay. Just ask Fecca over at PWT."

Marshal: "Yeah, well…I’m not Fecca. I’m not getting my ass kicked by some girl."

Image: "Wanna put money on that, Jay?"

Busch: "Oh, look; here comes potential opponent number two."

Summer stands in the gorrilla position, listening to the crowd as they wait for something to happen. As "Hot in Here" by Nelly plays, she steps out from behind the curtain and stand on top of the entrance ramp with her hands on her hips.

Kevin Dart: "Now making her way to the ring…from Toronto, Ontario, Canada and weighing in at 120 pounds…Summmerrrr Straatusss."

Busch: "I’ve got to say I’m surprised at just how confident Summer looks heading into the ring. You’d never think she was the underdog in this match."

Marshal: "It’s called being naïve. Poor little girl actually thinks she’s got a chance at beating Shantel."

Image: "Does it really matter? Neither one of them stand a chance against me."

Referee Ken Martel holds the title belt up above his head and the crowd cheers. He hands it off to someone down on the floor, and signals for the bell.

It’s all Summer as she gives Shantel a Chick Kick to the side of the head. Shantel is knocked to the mat. Summer gets down on the mat and gets Shantel in an abdominal stretch.

Busch: "There’s an abdominal stretch by Summer. She’s going right to work on Sbantel’s midsection."

Image: "She better think of something else to do, Bert. That doesn’t seem to be working."

Summer loosens her grip and gets to her feet. Once Shantel is standing, Summer Irish Whips her off the ropes and hits her with a dropkick.

Marshal: "That’s a hell of a dropkick, don’t you think, Image?"

Image (laughing): "If you say so, Jay. Come on, Shantel. Are you really gonna let this girl beat you without even a fight?"
Summer is climbing the turnbuckles as Shantel still lies on the mat. Once she gets to the top, she leaps off.

Busch: "Here we go, guys. A flying cross body�?

Shantel moves right before Summer lands.

Marshal: "She missed! Summer missed! Shantel lured her in and caused her to land face first on the mat."

Image: "She’s finally starting to participate. It’s about time."

Summer is still lying on the mat, so Shantel picks her up by the hair. Still holding onto her hair, she throws her back down to the mat.

Busch: "A little Hair toss by Shantel."

Image: "God, I hate this girly crap. Come on, ladies. Can you stop looking so pathetic and get to kicking some ass?"

Shantel picks Summer up once again by the hair and nails her.

Marshal: "You gotta love a Woman’s Special Slap."

Image: "Who’s gotta love it? I sure as hell don’t. It’s moves like that that give women wrestlers absolutely no credibility in the ring."

Shantel figures she’s got the best of Summer now, so she Irish Whips her off the ropes and plans on getting her with a German Suplex. Summer meets her with a kick to the face.

Busch: "It looks like Summer is still in this one, folks."

Just as Shantel is recovering from the foot to the face, Summer hurls herself off of the ropes and hits Shantel with a clothesline.

Busch: "Summer just nailed Shantel with a Clothesline from hell."

Image: "I don’t believe this. Shantel’s really going to let this little girl beat her. Damn."

Summer picks Shantel up from the mat, grabs her by her shorts, and lifts her over her head.

Marshal: "Dammit, Shantel�?fight!"

But there’s no fight left in her. Summer hit’s the German Suplex and holds her for the pin.

Busch: "A Summer Breeze! This might be over, folks."

Image: "Thank God! I’m bored out of my mind."