The time is up.. The exchange is going to be made. Jake holds possession of the Flawless Championship; a title that Jake beat Scott Blaze for but Blaze is determined to get back and Blaze has Jake's ICWA Championship after a botched deal from Killa B. The details of the situation and how the exchange was setup isn't important but what is umportant is that the time is now and we're gonna see it go down. Jake stands with the velvet bag that holds championships in his right hand and Scott Blaze stands a good twenty feet from Jake with the ICWA Championship. Blaze smirks and shakes his head as he points off at the bag.

Scott Blaze: You think I'm gonna really fall for that again Jake? Take the championship out of the bag and show it to me.

Jake stalled.. He didn't seem cool with that idea. Shrugging his shoulders he made a face.

Jacob Mitchell: You know.. I really don't have to do anything in reality. I don't owe you a damn thing and I know that you don't have enough balls to come and get the title if you want it.. So don't make demands. I'll do what I want when I want. If you want the title out of the bag, don't make demands before I come over there and slap the taste out of your mouth you stupid Canadian. Ask nicely if you want me to do something for you.

Scott Blaze: Take it out of the bag Jake, I'm not gonna ask again.

Jacob Mitchell: Nah. If you want it, come and get it.

Jake tossed the bag over towards the floor and watched as it bounced off the tile floor. Blaze's eyes narrowed the championship as Jake stood tall in his position and didn't budge until Scott took a step forward which caused Jake to fake a step forward. Scott's eyes lifted and looked at Jake as he shrugged and laughed.

Jacob Mitchell: Thats it Scott! Your balls are dropping by the second!

Scott shot Jake the coldest glare imaginable as Jake scoffed at Scott's attempts to insult Jacob. Moving forward still, once Scott was about a good three feet away from the velvet bag, out from behind Scott sprinted Killa B who attempted to snatch the ICWA Championship, but Scott didn't take it lightly and drilled Killa with a stiff clothesline that put Killa out. Scott scooped the velvet bag up as Jake stood his place and sighed as Scott opened the bag and smiled at its containts.

Scott Blaze: Its good to see that you're a man of your word Jake, now I won't have to humiliate you infront of your four or five fans.

Laughing, Scott looked down at the ICWA Championship in his hand and then down at Killa B who held his neck.

Scott Blaze: You can have your worthless championship back Jake, I don't want it. By the way, don't try to pay someone like Killa B to do a job this complicated, he's an idiot.. I thought you would have picked that up last week. I guess I overestimated your intellect.

Letting off a simple shrug and a cocky smirk Scott was about to toss the ICWA Championship down but instead from the back light glistend off a stainless steel suitcase as it was driven into the back of Scott's head, putting Scott out of commission next to Killa B. The camera panned up and Jake's agent; Loren Gabriel stood with a smirk that pissed all over Scott's in terms of arrogance as he slapped the suitcase and chuckled at Scott's fate.

Jacob Mitchell: Looks like you overestimated your own intellect, bitch.

Loren Gabriel: You didn't tell me how damn easy it is to pull a fast one on these guys Jake! I thought more of a challenge was gonna present itself, I'm gettin' a little rusty with my con-game ya know?

Jake moved towards Loren as both men shook hands, before Jake picked up the ICWA Championship and the bag that the Flawless Championship sit in. Removing the title out of the bag, Jake looked it over and nodded before throwing each title over his shoulder. Dropping the velvet bag over Scott's back, Jake looked up and nodded.

Jacob Mitchell: This was a pretty successful night.. Stevenson got put out, Blaze got put out and I got back two championships that I don't care about.. Classic.

Loren Gabriel: You know how we country boys end a successful night, right?

Jake arched The Prodigal Brow and shrugged.

Loren Gabriel: A bottle of whiskey first, once that fun is done two chicks added to the equation and thats how I like to call a night a night.

Jacob Mitchell: Two for each of us?

Loren nodded.

Jacob Mitchell: I like your moves.

Loren Gabriel: You ain't too shabby yourself compadre.

Both men nodded and once more shook hands, as they both stepped forward and away from Killa B and Scott Blaze.. But Killa B was getting up and looked over at Jake and Loren leaving the scene while Killa gazed at Scott.

Killa B: Punk-ass white boys.. Always lett'n the blackman take the fall!

Killa pushed himself up slowly and tried to walk away but nearly fell.. Only to stumble and nearly fall in the middle of the aisle.. As the scene faded off.