Bink: "...LADIES AND GENTLEMEN. THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS FOR ONE FALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL...."

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.

Bink: "FIRST!.........FROM HONOLULU, HAWAII... WEIGHING 265lbssssssssssss!!... ACCOMPANIED BY LOREN GABRIEL....... HE'S THE 'PRODIGAL SON'......... JACOBBBBBBBB MITCHELLLLLL!!!"

Loren Gabriel appeared from the back all of a sudden, smirking, and following Mitchell who looked down at the steel ramp as sparks fell from the top of the tron. 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, as his eyes skimmed the darkend crowd. After a few seconds, he dropped down to the mat then perched himself up onto the turnbuckle as he awaited for Cain...

Trunks: "The Prodigal Son, Joey... Mitchell is one classy guy."

Joey Kewl: "This could be an instant classic, Trunks. The intensity is so high."

"96 Quite Bitter Beings" by CKY rocks the hell out of the place and the entire arena comes to its feet. Ryan Cain rips the curtain apart and steps out onto the stage, bringing the fans to a screaming frenzy, which shakes the walls.

Bink: "AAAAAAAAAAAND HIS OPPONENT!! FROM BEAUMONT, TEXAS, U-S-A!.... WEIGHING 209lbssssssssss!!...... RYAN... FOCKIN... CAIN!!"

He looks out at all his admirers before trotting down the ramp, toward the ring, where he slides up onto the apron on one knee and jumps over the top rope, into the ring. Cain locks eyes with Mitchell, who has Gabriel next too him with that Steel Briefcase in hand. Ryan shakes his head... then points too Loren and signals for him to uh... fock off? Teddy Longfeather, the match official, shoo's Gabriel away. He pats Mitchell on the back, then climbs out the ring...

Joey Kewl: "It would be nice if Loren could just out the way of the match altogether."

Trunks: "Just because Mitchell has a fan so loyal that he actually comes too ringside with him, don't be a cry baby about it."

"Head for a Hole" by N.I.N hits the PA System.. Making both our competitors and Longfeather turn too the stage, as Jeremy McMillion strolls out looking pleased with himself.

Jerm: "I don't want too slow down the proceedings for too long. But I feel that both Cain and Mitchell should know that there is a NEW stipulation this match..."

Joey Kewl: "Uh Oh."

Jerm: "See i've been making plans for this Anarchy Rumble for all these weeks... when suddenly a short cut had opened up, and it became clear that I can get Ryan Cain out of my face much, much sooner. He will control his destiny..."

McMillion smirks..

Jerm: "Because if Ryan Cain LOSES too Jacob Mitchell here tonight... then he is, without hesitation, and without argument........ FIRED... from W2K. His contract will be terminated. And we won't be seeing him in a W2K ring for a long damn time."

The Arena suddenly fill's with boo's... and Cain just looks annoyed as opposed too shocked. He shakes his head... as Mitchell raises the prodigal brow, smirking a little...

Jerm: "Good look, fellas."

McMillion strolls too the back, happy with his contribution, as attentions turn back to the ring. Longfeather shrugs, and has a short word with both men...

Joey Kewl: "That puts a slight crimp on the match for me, Trunks."

Trunks: "Great move by Jerm, I reckon."

Cain points straight at Mitchell, then points down to the mat, telling him its just 'you and me', with the words 'its now or never' reverberating in Mitchells mind afterward. Jacob smirks, that trademark, classic smirk that lets you know confidence is high... Cain starts jogging round the ring, with Mitchell back-pedalling away from him... until suddenly Mitchell jumps forward with a boot to the gut- NO! Cain grabs the boot... and spins Mitchell round. Jacob goes for the Dragon Whip, but Cain ducks it again... Mitchell staggers a little, unbalanced... then Cain POUNCES ON HIM! Like a standing Lou Thesz Press. Even though Mitchells over 50 pounds heavier, Cain still manages too put him on his back through the shear randomness of the attack. Cain belts Jacob in the jaw with stiff right hands... Longfeather trying too calm Cain down as the crowd go nuts for the Franchise. Ryan gets off after the referee pulls at his shoulder a little... Cain stomps down on Mitchells gut, and grabs Jacobs head and lifts him up too his feet... Cain knees him in the gut................ KNIFE EDGE CHOP!!!!! Bottom too top of the chest as if Cain was painting a fence... ANOTHER VICIOUS CHOP LANDS FLUSH! The Prodigal Son staggers back in pain, and Cain boots him hard in the gut, almost driving him back to the ropes. Cain runs back too the opposite ropes, and bounces off them... Ploughing forward for a STINGERRRR SPLA- Argh! Mitchell caught him this time!... Mitchell turns his back to the centre of the ring.......... OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY THROW!! Great power by Mitchell!

Joey Kewl: "Ryan Cains CAREER is on the line tonight, Trunks!"

Trunks: "For sure, Mitchell could break him in half."

Joey Kewl: "Uh... I was actually referring too the 'lose and you are fired' stipulation that Jerm made earlier."

Cain climbs too his feet, rubbing the back of his head, and gets a massive club too the spine by Mitchell. Cain is tossed hard into the ropes, bouncing off them and stumbling into Mitchells clutches as he lifts him onto his shoulders. Jacob looks comfortable as Cain sits across his shoulders... DEATH VALLEY DRI- Oh! Cain nails the Arm Drag!!! Cain locks in a nice Fujiwara Armbar as well! Mitchell screams out a little, but a 'primal' scream, Mitchell shakes his head. And after a couple more seconds, Cain releases and climbs too his feet... Mitchell climbs too his feet, looking to his right too see Cain nailing a BASEMENT DROPKICK TO HIS KNEES! Mitchell rolls back and forth dramatically, clutching those knees. Ryan stomps down on Mitchells face not once but twice... Cain grabs Mitchells head and pulls him off the mat and too his feet... BAM! Big right hand connects for Cain, he now drives a knee into Mitchells gut hard... and backs off quickly into the ropes, bouncing off them and racing forward... and Woah! Cain somehow BOUNCES up and flips over nicely, landing behind the bent-over Jacob somehow... Mitchell looks confused, turning round and spotting Cain SPRINGBOARDING OFF THE MIDDLE ROPE... MOONSAULT... BUT HE GRABS MITCHELLS HEAD FOR A REVERSE DDT!!! Mitchells legs collapse toward his chest and Cain presses them down!

ONE!

TWO!

Kick out!!

Trunks: "Pfft, that flip was random and pointless."

Joey Kewl: "Twas designed too confuse Mitchell, worked out great if you asked me."

Trunks: "WELL I FOCKin DIDNT!!"

Mitchell rolls too his feet, looking annoyed because Cain is ripping him too shreds right now... Cain smiles, staring at Mitchell as the two men lock eyes. Mitchell tells Cain he is 'gonna be fired' and Cain simply shakes his head... The two race forward in an epic clash where they begin too exchange vicious right hands as if it was a boxing match. Mitchell clubs down hard on Cain, the weight advantage helping him here as he eventually nails two right hands without reply. Cain staggers a little, shaking his head... Mitchell whips Cain into the corner... Ryan WALKS UP THE TURNBUCKLE! TURNS ROUND........ CROSS-BODY!.. NO! JACOB DUCKS UNDER IT AND ALL CAIN FINDS IS CANVAS! Ryan climbs up too his feet and suddenly gets CLOTHESLINEDDDD OVER THE TOP ROPE BY MITCHELL!!

Trunks: "The Prodigal Son is pissed here, he wants too tear Cain up."

Joey Kewl: "And he's got the power too do it, Trunks. I just hope Cain keeps his concentration here..."

Cain crawls to the barricade, grabbing it and hauling himself up.. getting some pats on the back from fans on the other side of it... Cain turns to find Mitchell LIFTING HIS BOOT!- OH! CAINN DUCKS UNDER IT AND MITCHELL KICKS THE BARRICADE HARD!... Jacob turns round and ZERO KICK!!!.. CAIN NAILED IT!!... Mitchell flops back over the barricade, the crowd go nuts, slapping his chest before a couple of security make them back away. Loren Gabriel races upp to Cain.. but suddenly halts as Cain looks at him. Gabriel steps back a little, raising up his arms... Longfeather goes nuts, telling Gabriel too walk away and for Cain too get his and Mitchells 'white asses' back into the ring. Ryan shrugs, and grabs Mitchells arm, pulling him back to a vertical base... Cain grabs Mitchells head roughly, powering some stiff right into his forehead before slamming him FACE FIRST INTO THE COMMENTARY DESK! Mitchell clutches his nose, shaking his head.... Cain drives a knee into his gut, then grabs his arm... whip toward the steel steps- REVERSED! CAIN IS WHIPPED KNEES-FIRST INTO THE STEEL STEPS!!! FLIPPING OVER THEM AND LANDING HARD ON THE THIN MATTING SURROUNDING THE RING!

Joey Kewl: "WOAH!"

Trunks: "AWESOME!"

Joey Kewl: "He could've badly injured himself right there, Trunks."

Mitchell clutches his jaw, still feeling the effects of that Zero Kick. Cain rolls back and forth a little, bending his knees and clutching them in pain. Mitchell STOMPS on the right kne... and AGAIN... and AGAIN... and AGAIN!! Mitchell gives Loren Gabriel a look, and a Steel Briefcase is slid fast along the ground toward Mitchell, unseen by the referee who is bent down next too Cain. Gabriel runs round the ring to the other side, capturing the referee's attention and pulling him away from the action... Mitchell smirks.

Joey Kewl: "... Uh. I smell a total screwjob here, Trunks."

Mitchell confidently picks up the steel briefcase, holding it firmly with both hands and raising it a little as Cain grabs the bottom rope of the ring too drag himself up to a vertical base on his knees that are feeling a little weak right now. Mitchell swings the Briefcase at Cains head!- NO!!! DUCKED!!... CAIN AND MITCHELL TURN TOO EACH OTHER... CAIN DRIVES THROUGH MITCHELLS GUT... DRIVING HIM INTO THE GROUND!!!! Cain goes nuts, the briefcase is flung into the barricade which gets the referee's attention and suddenly Cain is sat on Mitchells chest, driving mounted punches into his face like a crazed man... The crowd goes nuts, fully behind Ryan as he takes frustration out on Mitchells face.

Crowd: "FOCK HIM UP!.. FOCK HIM UP!... FOCK HIM UP!"

Longfeather pulls Cain away a little... Ryan rolls off and gets up too his feet.. he pumps his fists a little, looking up to the crowd, and throwing his arms up into the air again and again, angrily, getting the crowd whipped up into a frenzy.. boosting the atmosphere further. Cain looks over too Gabriel who looks a little worried by now... suddenly Cain starts chasing Gabriel! Round the ring they go, Gabriel running away as fast as he can... Mitchell pulls himself into the ring, crawling into the centre. Gabriel and Cain do another circuit.. before Loren slides into the ring... Mitchell gets too his feet as Cain slides into the ring................... BIG BOOT TOO CAINS FACE!!! Mitchell catches him sweetly there!

Trunks: "Oh Gabriel just led Cain right in there."

Joey Kewl: "Certainly a smart move by Loran Gabriel, no doubt."

Mitchell stumbles back, collapsing against the ropes... Cain gets too his knees, clutching his mouth and shaking his head. Gabriel struts a little, pleased with himself. Mitchell jogs forward and nails Cain in the chest with a stiff knee... Mitchell catches Cain before he falls to the mat, and picks the Franchise up to his feet... Mitchell lifts him up for a Suplex... and dumps Cain forward, gut-first on the ring ropes... Cain swings back and forth on the top ring rope... Mitchell starts climbing the turnbuckle to Cains left, uncharistically going to the top rope... Mitchell jumps off for the TOP ROPE KNEE DROP ON CAINS BACK-MISSED!! CAIN SWUNG BACK AND STOOD ON THE APRON EDGE TOO DODGE IT!!! Mitchell clutches his knee as he climbs up slowly to his feet... Cain reaches over and grabs Mitchells, and hooks it up in his right arm. Cain goes for the Vertical Suplex... but Mitchell falls back to his feet, and Mitchell suplexs Cain back into the ring! Mitchell climbs up slowly too his feet, watching Cain like a hawk... Ryan climbs up to his feet now... Mitchell watches... and watches.... and goes for the PRODIGAL DROP!- No, Cain pushes him away!... Mitchell turns round... ZERO KICK- No!!! MITCHELL DUCKS UNDER IT! He grabs Cain from behind, hooking up his arms and lifting him for a Full Nelson Slam.. BUT CAIN WRAPS HIS LEGS BACK AROUND MITCHELLS WAIST TOO PUT HIM OFF... MITCHELL RELEASES HIS GRIP AND CAIN GRABS MITCHELLS HEAD AND RELEASES HIS LEGS TOO RUN FORWARD FOR A BULLDOG!!! Cain climbs up too his feet, and grabs Mitchells head ripping him off the mat.... KNIFE EDGE CHOP!... CHOP!... CHOP!.... CHOP!... CHOP!!! Cain runs back to the opposite ropes, bouncing off them and running toward Mitchell!.... HE'S SIDE STEPPED! Mitchell grabs him from behind and locks in a standing Sleeper Hold on the 209lbs Ryan Cain. Cain looks a little woozy within a few seconds.. and Mitchell shakes his head, whispering smack into Cains ear, as the Franchise drops too his knees.

Joey Kewl: "Mitchell could choke him out here!"

Cain suddenly shakes his head... 'No' he repeats over and over, getting louder and showing his defiance. Ryan pumps his fist a little, and wrestles forward, trying too get too the ropes.. Mitchell pulls him back a little but Cains effort is so dominant here as he fights too grab the ropes. Mitchell suddenly releases the hold and grabs Cains waist... picking him up for a Back Suplex... but CAIN FLIPS OVER HIS SHOULDER... and grabs his waist........ OHH!!... GERMAN SUPLEX ON MITCHELL! CAIN HOLDS IN THE BRIDGE PIN!

ONE!

TWO!

... Shoulder up!!!

Mitchell rolls away, and then sits up, shaking his head.. so close to a loss there. Cain climbs to his feet, clutching his throat and shaking the wooziness out of his head. Cain staggers a little as he goes toward Mitchelll... who blasts him in the gut! Mitchell climbs to his feet, and drives Cain back with hard rights and lefts.... Mitchell grabs his wrist and goes for the Irish Whip but Cain swings under his arm too stop it.. and toe kick Jacob in the gut. Cain grabs Mitchells wrist, trying too twist it over.. but Mitchell clutches Cain hand with his free hand and twists back in his favour.... Mitchell breaks any contact between the two... forearm smash to the face.... OH!... PRODIGAL DROP!.. MITCHELL'S NAILED IT!!

Trunks: "YES!!"

Joey Kewl: "OH MY!.. THIS IS GONNA BE IT?!?"

Mitchell pumps his fists, absolute delight covers his face as he drops too his knees... and slowly hooks over Cains leg for this important pinfall.

ONE!.

TWO!...

.... SHOULDER UP!!!

Trunks: "WHAT?!"

Joey Kewl: "ARE YOU FREAKIN' KIDDING ME?... CAINS STILL ALIVE! HE'S THE FRANCHISE, TRUNKS! CAIN WON'T BE GOING DOWN HERE!"

Mitchell clutches his head and agonises... screaming out at Longfeather the referee, who maintains that Cain kicked out JUST in time. Mitchell punches the mat in frustration, with Loren trying too calm him down from the outside. Mitchell grabs Cains head, and rips him off the mat... Mitchell shoves Cain back in the turnbuckle. Ryan leans back in the corner, he breathes heavy... and he may still have an Anarchy Rumble too win aswell depending on this match result. Mitchell stands back too the centre of the ring, staring at Cain... Mitchell thinks hard, but he's wasting time. Gabriel starts shouting 'finish him' at Mitchell... and now Jacob strides forward, clutching Cains head.. and pulling him out the corner. Mitchell grabs Cains arm, and whips his fast into the opposite turnbuckle, with Mitchell following up behind......

Joey Kewl: ".. Woaahhhhhhhhhhh!"

CAIN WALKS UP THE TURNBUCKLE.. INCREDIBLE!........... CAIN NAILS 'THE SCORE!!!' ON MITCHELL!... PIN COVER!

ONE!

TWO!

..

Kick out!!! Mitchell got out just in time there!! Jacob rolls onto his front, and starts crawling too the ropes, where Gabriel slides the briefcase under his chest. Mitchell clutches it tightly... and Gabriel runs to the opposite side of the ring, climbing onto the apron now for another nice distraction.. Ryan gets too his feet, and points at Gabriel, concurring with the referee that he should really 'fock off'... Mitchell climbs back too his feet, clutching that steel briefcase tightly... Ryan shakes his head at Gabriel, then turns round - TOE KICK TOO MITCHELL!! He drops the briefcase, missing out again! Cain was too quick for him there!... Mitchell is in the centre of the ring now, and Cain runs off to the ropes again, picking up some pace as he races toward Mitchell... OHHH! HIGH RISE BACK DROP FROM THE PRODIGAL SON TOO TURN THE OFFENSE ROUND THERE!!

Trunks: "Mitchells just awesome.. he can turn a match in his favour as quick as anything."

Mitchell staggers onto the ropes, leaning over them and grinning widely... shaking his head. He breathes heavy....

Joey Kewl: "Cain is stirring here..."

................ KIP UP! CAIN KIPPED UP!.. INCREDIBLE!! Gabriel is going nuts but Mitchell doesnt know that Ryan is staring straight at him... middle of the ring!......... Mitchell pushes himself off the ropes, and turns round- ZERRRRRRRROOOOOOOO KICK!!!!!! BAM! STRAIGHT INTO MITCHELLS JAW!!! BLASTING HIM HARD!!!!

Trunks: "NOOOOOO!!"

ONE!

TWO!

THREEE!!!!!!

DING DING!!

Bink: "LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLADDDIES AND GENTLEMENNN!!... YOUR WINNNERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.................. RYAN... 'FOCKIN'.... CAIN!!!"

"96 Quite Bitter Beings" by CKY hits the PA System.. as Cain is on his knees, looking up at the roof of the W2K Arena, the crowd going nuts for this big win... Cain saves his W2K Career here.

Trunks: "Just... h-... how?"

Joey Kewl: "Cain is a pure wrestler... he's natural. He's got an instinct... that's why he can just kip up right there like he did. He's a fighter, Trunks."

Cain rolls out the ring quickly... ZERO KICK ON LOREN GABRIEL WHO WENT FOR A SNEAK ATTACK!!

Joey Kewl: "Yes!!"

An extra special cheer for that one, as Cain drops too his knee and looks under the apron, grabbing a small black bag and rolling back into the ring. Cain un zips the bag... pulling out a large syringe.

Trunks: "I KNEW HE WAS A DIRTY DRUGGIE, JOEY!"

Joey Kewl: "There was a lot of talk about this subject of pain killers and injecting during Cain and Mitchells heated promo exchange this week, Trunks. He might be making a point here..."

Cain stands over Mitchells limp body... holding the syringe in a closed fist... He crushes it in his hand, with the remains crumbling over Mitchells chest. Point made. Cain steps back, dusting his hands emphatically... and giving Mitchell a look that means he knows he's made his point tonight. He's turned head tonight... and he's hoping too claim that Anarchy win too.

Trunks: "Jerm is gonna be going freakin' nuts backstage, Cain. Not even Mitchell could get the job done."

Joey Kewl: "The Franchise express is going full steam ahead into this Anarchy Rumble, Trunks... and Ryan Cain is hoping too make history along with 29 others tonight!"

Cain leaves the ring area now, getting backstage as Mitchell sits up a little in the centre of the ring.. brushing glass off his chest.. he looks agonisingly toward the stage... and then suddenly, a furious voice is heard...

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?"

Joey Kewl: "Ah...its McMillion."

Jerm: "One thing... JUST ONE THING. Pin Ryan Cain... get this guy OUT OF MY COMPANY. Problem solved... It all sounded so straight forward, Mitchell. But you dropped the ball..."

Trunks: "Ouch.."

Jerm: "So what am I gonna do? Cain's in the Anarchy Rumble... I can't do anything about his participation now, but his failure too win is all in hand... Still... you've wasted this opportunity, Jacob. You've pissed me off."

Mitchell climbs too his feet, looking rather annoyed himself by now.

Jerm: "Untouchable is a word that's often banded around by those who think they are above their Boss. By those who think there are the biggest thing since sliced fricken' bread... Well, Jacob, it doesn't apply here. Because this loss... this HUMILIATING defeat, not just for YOU, but for ME... and left me with only one option, Jacob."

...

Jerm: "Pack your bags. You're Fired."

Mitchell staggers a little, absolutely stunned... The crowd give a mixed reaction, everyone's incredibly shocked.

Trunks: "WHAT?!"

Joey Kewl: "Uh... I..."

Jerm throws the microphone angrily into the rampway, and stomps off the back..

Joey Kewl: "Mitchell's been fired by Jeremy McMillion!!!"

WTF? Fade.