"Work It, Make It, Do It, Makes Us Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger"

These are the first words we hear after the lights have gone out as the tune of 'Stronger' by Kanye West begins to burst through the speaker system. Almost immediatly, as if not under their own will, the fans to their feet, booing their loudest yelling out profanties and curses as the security team tries to contain them from jumping the guard rails. Pyro goes off just as the song gets to its first verse and after a few seconds, Scott Blaze pushes through the curtain, walking through the smoke and finally coming into full view of the fans, whos booing picks up in velocity ten fold.

Bink: "FROM TORONTO, CANADA.. WEIGHING IN AT 250lbsssssssss!!... HE’S THE FLAWLESS CHAMPION... THE ‘Wrestling Iconnn!!�?. SCOTT BLLLAZZEEEE!!!

Blaze stops for just a moment, looking around with a smirk on his face before heading to the ring. He slowly pulls himself up onto the apron using the middle rope, then turns around, looking around at the booing fans yet again who are yelling profanaties, some even throwing things in his general direction. He slowly stretches his arms out to the sides as a quick explosion of pyros go off down the sides of the entrance way, ending at the turnbuckles with a final explosion. Another grin seeps through Scotts lips as he quickly ducks through the ropes, heading to the far side of the ring.

Trunks Kenni: "What a Dick."

Joey Kewl: "Pompus sonuvabitch."

The lights in the arena flicker, as the commentators and crowd watches the titantron, waiting for the man's introduction movie to hit. Maroon and golden colored lights fill the arena as the small projecter infront of the stage begin to flash with Jacob's face as one of his trademark tattoo signs. "The End of the Heartache" by Killswitch Engage hits over the P.A. System sending some of the unexpected crowd jumping to their feet. The black curtain was seen pushed to the side as Jacob slowly struts out and stopped at the top. He holds both arms out to his side, with an cocky smirk on his face while he waves the crowd down. Cocking his head back just a slight bit, he dropped his arms back down to his side as he begun to walk down the ramp. Jacob has on his black tights, and tribal design on the back of his tights, which was outlined with a maroon stroke, and in silver letters 'MITCHELL' which was also stroked with a maroon outline. Once he reached the middle of the ramp, he slowly dropped down to his left knee and braced himself with his left arm and closed his eyes. He looked down at the steel ramp as sparks fell from the top of the tron.

Bink: "AND THE CHALLENGERRRR...HAILING FROM HONOOOLULUUU, HAWAII!!.. WEIGHING 265lbssssssssssssss!!!.. ‘The Prodigal Son!�?. JACOB... MITCHELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!"

Lights beamed off of Jacob's body, as a series of camera flashes ripped through the area. Jacob pushed himself back up and made his way down to the bottom of the ramp, he slid into the ring and pushed hismelf up back onto both feet. He stepped over to the ringpost, pulled himself up and extended his arms again. A few gold and maroon lights beamed down on Jacob, causing his body to once again take on a almost godlike appearance with it's glow. Now, the boo's had gotten louder, but Jacob's smirk got wider. He dropped his arms back down to his side and jumped back down to the mat. Jake stepped forward, now making his way to the turnbuckle in the opposite side. He climbed up the turnbuckle again and held his arms out, gathering much more boo's this time around this time around. He held the position for a few few, as his eyes skimmed the darkend crowd. After a few seconds, he dropped doiwn to the mat and backed up into the original post he had used to taunt on. He rolled his head on his shoulders, waiting for the match to commence.

Joey Kewl: "Two talented atheletes Trunks. I feel lucky to be here."

Trunks Kenni: "You should be, sat next to me n�?all."

DING DING!!

Blaze slowly walks round the outside of the ring... and soon so does Jacob, both men, eyeing each other up and down with the atmosphere growing here in San Antonio. Blaze smirks, that trademark smirk... Whilst Jake remains looking completely focused. Blaze steps forward once, still smirking... suddenly Mitchell RUSHES forward two or three steps... making Blaze reel back against the ropes. A massively ironic sounding cheer goes up, as Mitchell steps back and grins at Blaze who shakes his head... gulping a little. He wasn’t scared, he just realised he looked a little foolish.

Joey Kewl: "This one’s taking a while too get going."

Trunks Kenni: "Well theres two big ego’s in the ring, Joey. Niether can afford to lose the first ‘battle�?in this Title match."

Blaze screams "COME ON!!" too Mitchell, who seems a little taken aback by that, not expecting such a reaction from Blaze. Mitchell nods and steps forward one... Blaze does the same. Mitchell steps forward again, and Scott rushes in quickly... Oh! Mitchell hooks up his right shoulder, swinging him over with an Arm Drag. Blaze though, rolls straight back too his feet. Mitchell grins... and rushes forward toward Scitt, but at the last second, stamps his foot into Blaze’s gut. Jacob gains control, clubbing his right arm down on the back of Scotts neck. Jacob grabs Scotts head with both hands and flips him over his shoulder... Blaze lands in a sat down position, and gets a DROPKICK TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD!! Mitchell gets back up quickly, as Blaze rolls over clutching his head... BAM! A stomp comes down on Scotts head... and again!... and again!.... Mitchell grabs Scotts head and rips him off the canvas with a bit of attitude... grabbing a clump of Blaze’s thick dark hair and running his face straight into the nearby turnbuckle!

Joey Kewl: "Mitchell takes the early advantage here, and dont forget at 265lbs he’s also got the weight advantage."

Trunks Kenni: "Man im feelin�?horny."

Joey Kewl: "... Thats an interesting take on the action, Trunks."

Blaze is leant back in the corner, shaking his head... Mitchell buries a knee into his breadbasket.. and steps back, before slamming a hard KNIFE-EDGE CHOP ACROSS HIS CHEST! An ‘Ooooooooo!�?is heard from this predominantly Texan crowd... and Mitchell grabs Blazes right arm, burying another knee into his gut, before pulling back and whipping Scott across the ring into the opposite corner. Mitchell follows up nailing a short-arm clothesline... Blaze’s head flips back, nailing the corner hard, before collapsing too his knees. Jacob leans on the turnbuckle, looking into the crowd and grinning... Mitchell looks back to see Scott crawling into the centre of the ring. Mitchell shakes his head, grabbing Scott by the hair and pulling him up... nice European uppercut into Scott chin... Mitchell runs backwards, bouncing off the ropes and flying forward... Oh! Blaze ducks under a clothesline attempt, turning and grabbing Jacobs waist in a tight Waistlock. Mitchell struggles, trying to rip apart Blaze’s grip. He can’t at first attempt, so he’s elbow smashes Blaze back in the face! Blaze releases, staggering back and bending over a little, clutching his face with one hand. Mitchell turns round and OH! Side-kick to the gut by Scott Blaze. A desperation manoeuvre maybe, but an effective one.

Joey Kewl: "Blaze may have found an in-way into this contest, Trunks."

Blaze smashes a forearm across Mitchells face, causing the Hawaiian to turn away. Blaze grabs his waist with one hand, and puts his other hand on the back of Jacobs left knee..... Atomic Drop! Mitchell staggers a little, and falls too one knee.. Blaze bends over Mitchell a little, and wraps his arm round his throat in a Sleeper Hold... Both men stand up, hold still applied.. Mitchell shakes his head, tearing at Blaze’s arm... Blaze turns Mitchell over into more of a headlock now. Blaze tightens it again.. stomping down. He looks up at the crowd and grins... Headlock Takeover by Blaze!! He applies it for a couple more seconds, before getting too his feet quickly! Blaze nails the ropes... running back, and hopping over Mitchell.. Blaze hits the opposite ropes, as he bounces back, Mitchell’s half up.... DROP-KICK BY BLAZE!! Mitchell hits the mat, and rolls once... out the ring!

Joey Kewl: "Looks like Scott’s gonna take the action outside now."

Trunks Kenni: "He’ll crash and burn, Joey."

Scott climbs out onto the apron, waiting for Mitchell too get up fully... Blaze makes an ‘axe hammer�?using both hands... and jumps off for a Double Axe Hammer on Mitchell! But Jacob side steps! Blaze hits the ground on his feet, almost crashing fully on into the barricade.... Mitchell hooks his arms up under Scotts shoulders.... lifting him up nicely...... FULL-NELSON SLAM!!!

Joey Kewl: "Ohhh! And that surface ain’t made of cushions here, folks!"

Blaze clutches his head in pain... Mitchell bends over, breathing hard. The referee looks annoyed, telling Jacob to ‘get his ass in here!�?.. Mitchell grabs Blaze by the head, not being very sympathetic toward the Canadian, and rolls him back into the ring. Mitchell rolls in too, and hooks over Blaze’s leg...

Joey Kewl: "Are we about too crown a new Flawless Champ!"

ONE!.... TWO!!.. Kick out!! Blaze isn’t done! Mitchell, half expecting the result, quickly gets Blaze to his feet... Irish Whip into the corner! Mitchell follows it up with a stunning Running Back Elbow Smash!! Catching Blaze good and proper on the chin. As Scott staggers out the corner, Mitchell reaches through his legs and over his shoulder, managing to score with a Scoop Slam on the 250 pounder. Jacob walks over to the nearby corner, and starts climbing. Mitchell gets the middle rope, and his foot accidentally slips down, making him lose some balance. Mitchell loses precious seconds, giving Blaze the opportunity to climb too his feet... Mitchell finally reaches the top rope.. but it may be too late...

Joey Kewl: "Blaze might have something sick in mind!"

Trunks Kenni: "KY Jelly and Rubber Gloves on stand by!"

Scott rushes up to Mitchell.. stepping onto the bottom rope, and wrapping his arms round Mitchell’s waist....... Pulling him back for a SUPPPPPPERRRR-GERMAN SUPLEXX!!!! MITCHELLS LANDS ON THE BACK OF HIS NECK!!

Joey Kewl: "HOLY CRAP!"

Trunks Kenni: "Replays!!"

The viewing audience see it a couple more times in slow motion... Mitchell’s neck crashing against the mat is a sickening sight. And it could be all over as Scott Blaze slowly rolls the 265 pounder over onto his back...and hooks over the leg... ONE!...

TWO!...

THR- KICK OUTTTTT!!!!!

Joey Kewl: "Its NOT overrr!!"

Blaze slams his palm against the mat in pure frustration. Scott shakes his head as he slowly climbs up too his feet. He breathes hard, hands on hips... Blaze grabs Mitchells head and tears him off the canvas, now focusing on a particular point; his neck. Blaze slams a clubbing forearm down onto the back of Mitchells neck. Blaze runs to the ropes to the side of Jacob, bouncing off them, and then grabbing Mitchells head and high speed for a quality SWINGING NECKBREAKERRRR!!! Blaze grabs Mitchell’s leg and hooks it over quickly;

ONE!!...... TWO!!...... SHOULDER UP!! Mitchells still in this one!! Blaze screams loudly in ultimate frustration, planting a fist against the mat. The referee shakes his head, deciding not to respond to what seems like a petty fit of frustration from the Flawless Champion.

Trunks Kenni: "He screams like a girl, Joey."

Joey Kewl: "He looks like one too!!"

Trunks Kenni: "LOL!"

Joey Kewl: "High Five!"

Trunks Kenni: "Your mom's still a whore, Joey."

Blaze grabs Mitchell and angrily tears him off the canvas, pulling him too his feet. Boom! A massive right hand flies into Mitchell’s chin... Jacob staggers a little, shaking his head. Blaze comes at him again, BIG RIGHT HAND TO THE FACE BY MITCHELL!!!.. Scott staggers now!... Mitchell comes forward, another right hand!! A left hand nails an Overhand Chop down on Blaze’s chest! Mitchell tears another KNIFE-EDGE CHOP ACROSS SCOTS CHEST! The Flawless Champion is now backed up against the ropes!... Mitchell steps back, before rushing toward Scott! Blaze moves! Jacob flies over the top rope to the outsi- NO! Mitchell clings onto the top rope, and pulls himself up onto the apron... Blaze rushes at him now... but Mitchell throws his shoulder through the middle and top ropes for a shoulder charge into Scott’s ribs. Blaze now staggers back into the middle of the ring. Mitchell springs up onto the top rope... Flying off for a TOP ROPE CROSSBODY! Blaze CATCHES HIM AND REVERSES INTO A SUDDEN POWEEEERRRRSLAM!!!!

Joey Kewl: "Ohhh WOWWWW!!"

Blaze has the legs hooked!!...

ONE!!

TWO!

..

KICK OUT!!!! Vicious kick out from Mitchell! Scott Blaze is on his knees, staring up at the roof of the W2K Arena... Scott Blaze climbs up too his feet and rubs his face, wiping away the sweat... Scott stomps down on the back of Jacobs neck angrily. Scott again lifts Mitchell up too his feet... Blaze faces up to Mitchell, pulling back for a basic punch.. but Mitchell manages too duck under it.. both men turn back round too each other... and Mitchell quickly wraps his arms round Blaze... BELLY TO BELLY OVERHEAD THROW!!! A desperation manoeuvre there to give Mitchell some much needed time! Mitchell breathes heavily on one knee, whilst Blaze is already clambering up to his feet. Mitchell rushes over to Blaze, who turns onto his side, and raises a knee into Jacob’s gut. Mitchell drops too knees, perhaps still struggling with that neck.... Blaze goes to run off the ropes... but suddenly the Jumbotron flickers and turns on infront of him...

Joey Kewl: "Whats this?"

A corny grin appears on Drew’s face, but Alia can only blush... The Jumbotron switches off...

Trunks Kenni: "Uh..."

Blaze frowns... He steps back from the ropes, shouting ‘sonuvabitch�?under his breath... Blaze kicks the bottom rope angrily, looking round... he doesn’t know where to turn.

Joey Kewl: "Its a distraction!!"

Scott is spun round........ PRODIGAL DROP!!...ONE!..TWO!.....THREEE!! Mitchells steals it! DING DING!!! "The End of Heartache" by Killswitch Enage hits the PA System. And the Flawless Title belt is tossed into the ring.

Trunks Kenni: "Drew stole his woman, and Jacob stole his title!"

Joey Kewl: "What a turn of events here!"

Bink: "LLLLLADIES AND GENTLEMEN!! YOUR WINNER VIA PINFALLLLLL... AAAAND NEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW W2K FLAWLESSS CHAMPIONN!!!... JACOBBBB MITCHELLLL!!!"

After a moment, Blaze shakes it off, and grabs the leather of the belt, pulling it with him as he rolls out and leaves the ring, PISSED OFF.