When cameras return from commercial we go to the back where we see Image Johnson walking through the back with her ICWA Women’s championship in hand.

Busch, "Welcome back folks. There ya see the current ICWA Women’s champion in Image Johnson."

Image comes across a door and swings it open. As she does so we see Bobby Johnson sitting on a love seat watching the show with a less than delighted look upon his face.

Image, "You ready baby?"

Bobby says flatly, "Oh yeah�?I’m ready�?Belee dat."

Image, "You alright?"

Bobby, "Something seems shady about tonight. I don’t like the Nic factor in this match."

Image, "Nic’s our allie, not our enemy."

Bobby, "I don’t know about that anymore Im’�?I really don’t."

Image, "Nic’s not going to betray Synergy regardless of your guys�?egos clashing."

Bobby, "All I know is he better call it right down the middle or Synergy might end being a moot point."

The cameras fade from Bobby’s face to the ring.

Busch, "Tonight’s definitely gonna be interesting�?

TAKE OUT ATKINS, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, TAKE OUT ATKINS, clap, clap, clap, clap,clap. This is the chant heard throughout the arena as the camera Brings us back to the ringside area as we faded from the previous segment. The shot pans around showing fans on their feet. The entire crowd almost in complete unity of their hate of Atkins. The shot switches to Marshal and Busch. The two sitting there Marshal, bobbing his head to the beat of the chant as if to a good song.

The Booing grows more intense as "this fire Burns" Blast over the P.A. System. The Crowd actually jumping to it’s feet to voice their displeasure as Atkins appears at the head of the ramp. His hands held up high, flipping off the crowd with impunity. Slowly Jamal makes his way down the ramp, shaking his head with disgust at the crowd flipping them off one more time before sliding into the ring where he easily hops to his feet. The booing grows in volume as he raises his hands slowly into the air, allowing the people to Bask in his glowing presence before flipping them off.

Busch, "well it seems James�?Plan worked as Mr. Borden seems to be nowhere in site. Looks like this match might actually be a fair one"

Marshal, " with James involved? You willing to put money on that?"

James, "unlike our glorious leaders, I’m not cheap man. They stiffed ya last week but this week Drink up"

James grins and turns, running directly to the ring and sliding in. Jamal backing up quickly as James advances on him, the whip still held in his hand. The ref stepping in to intervene James laughing and pointing at Atkins as he walks over to the corner, one hand dipping under his shirt as he drops the whip. Atkins charges forward, looking to catch James off guard as he turns, the hand under his shirt held straight out in front of him, pounding Atkins hard in the stomach, raising the hand quickly, the follow up shot planting him flat on his back. The ref quickly runs over, taking a look at Atkins as James�?hands both start doing something under his shirt. The ref listening to Jamal before turning on James, his hands moving wildly as he points at James�?shirt. Rolling his eyes James slowly slips his hands from under his shirt, his fingers spread wide apart to show that he isn’t holding anything. The boos from the crowd erupt as the ref proceeds to Pat James down, looking for anything that might be able to tell the story of how Jamal was put to his back so quickly. Atkins is back to his feet, glaring angrily at James as the ref turns to him, shaking his head to say that James has no weapons on him. James laughs and makes a quick move forward, Atkins jumping back wearily to another eruption of cheers from the crowd. James laughs again before grabbing the bottom of his shirt. And slowly pulling it up over his head. The crowd erupts into laughter and cheers as Jamal’s eyes go wide. There wrapped around James�?Waist is a Wide piece of chain held together with a huge steel clasp.

In the Ring James seems to be proving Marshal right as he grabs the arm, pinning it against his chest and dropping back in a arm-breaker. Jamal yelling in pain as James rolls from under the arm. Slowly getting to his knees and straddling the Injured appendage. James sits on Jamals back, grabbing the arm and wrenching it up and back, his own body weight preventing Jamals body to move to release the pressure being built up. The ref is quickly to Atkins�?side, asking him if he wants to quit. The crowd has to give credit as he keeps shaking his head, finally telling the ref to get out of his Way. James shakes his head, realizing this is not the way he’s going to pick up the win and dropping the arm. Quickly taking a few steps forward, his eyes locking on Jamal, sizing him up, weighing him for that final moment. Jamal gets to his feet, his instincts saving him as he ducks the clothesline James had aimed at the back of his head, James rebounding from the ropes only to be caught with a hard dropkick. Sprawling on his back, a roar of frustration signaling his anger as he jumps back to his feet, only to be caught with another perfectly placed drop kick. Jamal is not as lucky this time as he comes down on his bad arm, the breath rushing from him in a moment of pure agony. He rolls for a few seconds, his mind fighting through the pain as he stands, Not even registering the screaming crowd signaling his own demise.

Jamal is in a bad Place as James hits the final call, taking a single step back, his body Prepared to launch the "closing time", suddenly James straightens, his back arched in pain as the crowd boos. A Fan having Jumped the barricade and slid into the ring behind him. The hooded fan nailing a hard forearm to the back before punching him in the back of the head. The man reaches up as James turns around, pulling the hood off his head. BORDEN!! James eyes go wide for a second as Borden nails another hard punch to James, three quick shots landing upon the jaw of the surprised man as Borden quickly kicks him in  the stomach, screaming at the ref to keep the match going as he was about to call for the bell. Borden grabs James�?head slamming him with a hard ddt. James lies on the mat. Atkins making his way over as both men begin sinking hard boots into the stomach of James. Borden reaches down, grabbing his head and pulling him, up, hitting him with a clubbing blow to the back. James seems to almost shake off the blow, the adrenaline of the fight and the anger at being interrupted finally coming to the top as he pops up, throwing Bordens hands off him and unloading a series of Brutal crosses to the head and jaw of Borden. Borden stumbles back a couples steps, James moving to follow him before getting hit in the Back. His shoulders tightening for a second as he turns. Jamal stands there, realizing that trying to hit James while his good arm was still useless was obviously not a good idea. James deals with that situation very quickly, a hard short roundhouse slamming swiftly several times into Jamals shoulder. The fourth shot knocking him from his feet. James turns. Rolling out of the ring to follow Borden who is leaning against the ramp. Both men start Trading hard blow as the ref quickly gets out of the ring, trying to find some way to stop the carnage without actually putting himself between the two men. The crowd erupts suddenly the ref to distracted to look back to the ring. As the camera switches showing Atkins getting slowly to hit feet. The reason for the crowds reaction suddenly becomes very obvious as a Smiling Jamal Atkins turns�?right Into a Grinning Nikki Black. Jamal has no chance to do anything as Nikki brings her right fist around in a hard arch. James�?previously discarded belt wrapped tightly around her knuckles. Jamal crumples to the mat, obviously knocked out from the Blow as Nikki quickly slides out of the ring, making her way around it to the Still brawling James and Borden, Both men are still slamming each other, Borden getting a little bit of the better of the fight because of the effects of his sneak attack shots. Nikki slowly walks up behind him, taking in the entire situation in a glance, looking at Borden then James then the audience. She pulls back her hand still covered in the belt then stops…looking at Borden again and shrugs, instead snapping his foot out in a quick kick, his shoe protruding from between his legs as the top of her foot hits home, Borden grabbing himself and doubling over. James looks at Nikki for a split second before she Points to the ring. James needing no other encouragement slides into the ring, easily lying atop the still prone Body of Atkins. The ref being smart enough not to Argue with James and Nikki quickly joins him in the ring and drops to the mat.1�?.2…�?!!!!

Back in the ring James looks at Nikki who holds his belt out for him, smirking as he shakes his head and walks over to the ropes, sitting on them to let her pass through easily. The two of them Walking up the ramp. James reaching the top before stopping suddenly and looking at Nikki then at his belt. His eyes lighting up when he remembers something. Quickly running back down the ramp and moving to the corner. James reaches slightly into the ring, grabbing the whip he brought down with him as the crowd erupts into cheers again, James snapping it once between his hands before heading up the ramp towards Nikki again, the cameras slowly fading

From there we fade to the back as we see MSN’s Russ Johnson walking through the back with a clipboard in hand.

Busch, "There’s the man with the stroke around this place, Russ Johnson. And he’s coming our way with the official match contract for Jimmy Stryker and Da Sweet Lunatic..."

Busch continues, "Stryker�?DSL�?Face to Face�?NEXT!"