Hamid, "You want to fight all night?! We can do that... I've got a whole line of guys back there who wanta kick your anti-american ass to Hell and back!"

With that Hamid steps the side and points to the back as "Sympathy For The Devil" by the Rolling Stones blasts over the PA making the crowd erupt with boos.

Macklin, "You don't think.... He... He's supposed to be dead...."

Macklin, "Oh... Yeah, I forgot about this guy. You think he can contest WallStreet for more than two minutes though?"
Askin, "Your guess is as good as mine."

Snake runs down the ramp and slides into the ring under the bottom rope. He hops up as Longfeather looks at Street who nods, giving Longfeather permission to call for the bell. Lucifer runs at WallStreet looking for a clothesline as WallStreet ducks under. Snake turns around and bam, Kick to the gut. WallStreet tosses him up on his shoulders, swings him around and drives it home with The Great Depression (F5 Into a Reverse DDT).

WallStreet covers Lucifer as Longfeather counts .............1...............2..............3.

WallStreet gets up and watches Lucifer start to roll out of the ring as "Psycho" by System of a down blasts over the PA and we see Hamid waving someone else from the back.

The bell sounds again as Crazy runs toward Street only to take a side hook kick to the jaw. Crazy hits the mat hard holding his jaw as he slowly rolls over and gets to his feet, somewhat dazed and confused... He staggers backwards, turns, and BAM! Nasdaq Plummit (Pedigree). WallStreet covers SDC as Longfeather counts ..............1.................2...................3!

Askin, "And another one bites the dust."

Hamid can be seen pointing to WallStreet furiously and yelling "GO! GO! GET HIM DAMN IT! CRIPPLE HIM!"

B Train nods with a sinister smirk on his face as he walks down the ramp.

Macklin, "B Train, the un-official, un-recognized, bastard brother of former WWE Superstar A - Train is now being sent to try and put WallStreet out. Now remember, WallStreet said he wasn't leaving til somebody lasted longer than two minutes with him... Thus far he hasn't had an opponent last one minute."
Askin, "Yeah but B-Train's a big boy, he may very well be the exception."

B train climbs the stairs and steps through the ropes as the crowd continues the same "WALLSTREET" Chant they've had going since Hamid started sending performers down to the ring.

Longfeather calls for the bell again as B - Train darts forward and raises his leg looking for a Test like big boot, but Street ducks and darts under the leg. B Train turns around and WallStreet hooks him for the Stock market crash... B Train sinks a hard elbow into the side of the head of WallStreet though, making WallStreet stumble back. B Train then delivers a stiff kick into the gut of WallStreet making him double over in pain.

Askin, "This is the first bit of offense an opponent of WallStreet has seen all night."

B Train grabs WallStreet in the gutwrench and hoists him up, possibly looking for a Gutwrench Powerbomb but WallStreet somehow breaks B Train's grin and slides down his hairy back. B - Train turns back around and WallStreet instantly scoops him up and then slams him down with a hard spinebuster. The crowd pops as WallStreet grabs the leg, whips around, and drops down in a stiff Figure Four Leg lock ala Ric Flair.

Macklin, "We're nearly a minute into this contest and WallStreet has the Figure four locked in and locked in hard.... If B Train can last one minute though this may be the last bout we see for WallStreet tonight..."

Unfortuantly for Hamid Ismali, that isn't the case as B Train begins taping out.

WallStreet releases the figure four and rolls to his feet as "Ironman" By Ozzy Osbourn starts over the PA.

Macklin, "Oh Boy..."

Jack slams his gigantic fist into his equaly huge palm as he starts walking down the ramp to "Ironman".

WallStreet actually takes a couple of steps back before getting into a shoot wrestling stance.

Macklin, "To McCallister's credit, he's not backing down... But I think it's a safe bet that he won't have Jack Manson beat in two minutes."
Askin, "I'd bet my car note on it."

Jack doesn't even use stairs as he climbs up onto the apron and actually pushes the top rope all the way down so it touches the second rope as he climbs over the top.

Macklin, "My God... Do you know how hard it is to push those ropes down?! He just shoved it down as if it was a... a... A peice of straw or something. That's tightly strung cable..."

WallStreet shurgs as he darts forward and the music fades into the sound of the bell ringing. WallStreet delivers a hard right hand, followed by a second, a third, a forth... THWACK! Manson hits a Kahli like chop across the top of the skull dropping WallStreet hard as we switch cameras to see Hamid getting a cheesy grin on his face and can practicaly invision him jumping up and saying "YAY!".

Manson bends down and grabs Street by the head, pulling him up to his feet before he takes WallStreet by the armpits and literaly, physically throws WallStreet across the ring into the corner.

Macklin, "BAH GAWD! What strength!"
Askin, "WallStreet's nearly 300 pounds and this man just threw him like a fifty pound sack of potatoes!"

Ripper, who's now in the opposite corner of Street, runs forward and jumps up only slightly delivering a hard body splash in the corner, compressing WallStreet's chest and spine. Jack Manson steps back a few steps as WallStreet staggers out and drops hard on his face before rolling to his back. Manson smirks as he strokes his goatee only breifly before stepping over WallStreet and climbing to the second rope...

Macklin, "Oh my... He may actually finish WallStreet before the two minute time frame."

Jack bounces up and down on the second rope before extending his body looking for his trademarked "Finished Business" (Vader bomb) but WallStreet quickly rolls toward the turnbuckles as Jack JUUUUUUST misses making a Corporate Pancake and does a belly flop in the ring making the fans erupt.

WallStreet pulls himself up one rope at a time holding his ribs...

Macklin, "There ya see WallStreet holding those ribs... Kutter Flash nailed a massive gore on WallStreet earlier this week at a house show and the trainer predicted he may have fractured a couple of ribs. We never did hear the official anaylasis after the X Rays occured but we can venture to guess that whatever damage Kutter caused... Jack Manson couldn't have helped it when he nailed that huge body splash in the corner."

WallStreet leans back in the corner as a ticker in the higher right corner of the screen starts up at 0.30.

Macklin, "WallStreet has 30 seconds til that two minute time frame is matched and it doesn't look like WallStreet's gonna be able to get this done in that time."

Manson finishes getting up and turns around as WallStreet darts out of the corner.... Manson quickly bends down and hoists WallStreet up for a Samoan Drop... The Ripper drops back but WallStreet latches on to Jack's arms with his arms and legs and rolls through, pinning Manson's shoulders to the mat with a Crucifix pin as Longfeather drops down .................1....................2......................... Not quite three as Manson powers out.

Askin, "20 Seconds remaining..."

WallStreet and Manson both get up. Jack Manson goes for a big bear hug but WallStreet ducks the grasp of The Ripper and swings behind Manson, applying a rear waste lock. WallStreet tries to German Suplex Manson but Manson isn't moving...

Macklin, "Eleven... Ten..."

Suddenly WallStreet releases, delivers a kick to the nuts from behind making Jack bend slightly, reapplied the rear waste lock, runs forward slamming Manson chest first into the turnbuckles, then drops down and rolls Manson up with a school boy, grabing a fist full of Manson's tights and putting his feet across the top rope for added leverage as Longfeather counts .......................1.......................2...................3!

Macklin, "ONE SECOND! ONE SECOND! THERE WAS ONE SECOND LEFT ON THE CLOCK!"
Askin, "WallStreet CHEATED!"
Macklin, "HARDCORE RULES! REMEMBER?! It's a Standard W2K Match with no rules and no DQs!"

Hamid finally raises the mic to his lips as he says, "Alright WallStreet... Enough games. I've got a guy back here who's longed for your blood on his hands nearly as long as I have... You want a match, I'll give you a match."

With that "Fever for the Flavor" By Hot Action cop blasts over the PA as the crowd delivers a mixed reaction and Jonathan Andrew Reed comes from behind the curtain.

Macklin, "Jonathan Andrew Reed Apparently hoping to rectify his loss to Damien Collins..."
Askin, "Not to mention his failure to reaquire Johnny Fame's shades when WallStreet first came to Wrestling 2000."

Suddenly in the ring we see WallStreet go flying down to his knees of an apparent forearm from behind. The crowd boos as we see Johnny Fame in his long mink coat, laying the boots to the back of WallStreet.

Hamid, "YES! START THE MATCH LONGFEATHER!"

Longfeather calls for the bell as Fame continues laying the boots to WallStreet while taking off his coat at the same time.

Macklin, "So apparently this match is gonna be... It's gonna be Johnny Fame going one on one with WallStreet?"
Askin, "That's what it looks like."

Fame grabs WallStreet by the back of the neck and guides him up to his feet as the crowd is booing hard. Fame grabs Street by the wrist and ships him sailing across the ring. WallStreet bounces off the ropes and comes back as Fame ducks down in search of a back body drop. McCallister reads the telegraph however, and delivers a stinging kick across the higher chest of Johnny Fame before delivering an inverted Swinging neck breaker. The crowd pops as both performers get to their feet. Fame goes for a right hand on the Corporate Icon but the Mecca of Mainstream ducks the shot making Fame spin in a full circle. WallStreet delivers an open handed right hand followed by a second, then a third, a forth, but as he cocks back for the fifth Fame stomps on Street's toes, delivers a hard kick between WallStreet legs, and then a spins and drops to a knee executing a spinning back hand blow to the already injured ribs of WallStreet, making the Corporate Icon drop to his knees in pain.