Worley: The first match, will be a single fall. The first, of the two, will be Jason, The Ice Machine Iczer! He stands at Five foot, and ten inches, and weighs in at one hundred, and ninety pounds.

Wells: It�s time for the opening match. What do you expect from this one Star?

Star: What I would expect from these two individuals. Nothing but the best, this should be a good opener.

He makes his way down the ramp, and climbs into the ring, to thrust his arms into the air, and jumps around abit. He receives a mixed pop from the crowd, while his music begun to slowly dim to nothing. The crowd now grows quiet, no sound is able to be made, except for the chattering of the fans, awaiting the next man. Down the ramp heavy boots clank, while another man approaches from the curtains.

Worley: And now approaching, his opponent. Standing at Six foot and two inches. Weighing at two hundred and seventy five pounds, hailing in from Chicago, Illinois he is DDDDEEEERRRRAAANNNNGGGEEEED!

The crowd pops, while another section is offering boos. Neither of the two reactions seem to bother the cold man, while he approached, with his head hung down low. From the far side of the ring, Jason watched him with an awaiting eye, as he would maintain speed, and take his time. Soon, he was standing in the center, not moving. The bell sounded, and Iczer moves in.

Wells: And Iczer looks to make the opening move.

Iczer hesitates to approach him, from the slouching stance that Deranged has taken. His arms are down to his side, and his eyes are bluntly starting out into the blank air. Nothing thinking twice, his arm comes from his left side, and is directly darted into his chest cavity, only sending Jason back a couple of inches.

Star: Denied. It is but Deranged who has taken the opening, and forces the start of this match-up.

Wells: My bad.

Iczer, not taking the move lightly, places an arm apon the striking hand, and holds it in his grasp, taking it behind his own back, placing Deranged into a tightly snug hammer lock.

Wells: Nice hammerlock applied by Jason Iczer.

Deranged maneuvers the other of his hand behind him, and takes hold of Jason�s hand, and twists to the side, and out of the move, so that he has the ability to slide in between his legs, and move the left in front, enough to trip, as he then arrives to the advantage.

Wells: Reversal by Deranged, who now seems to be taking charge of this match.

Star: Right on.

Deranged gets to his feet, and kicks the gut of Iczer, which makes him roll abit to his side. D gets on his right knee, and turns him over, while also trying to keep him from regaining momentum. Deranged grabs his knee with the left hand, and somewhat inverts it into the air, and the other hand under the head, so that he has enough strength to lift him. Before he stands, he slams him down to the mat, not letting the grip. Standing second time around, he slings him to the apron, where he rolls under the ropes.

Star: Nice slingshot there by the D.

Iczer�s body spasms on the mat just abit, until he could regain a slowly stood stance, and dives an shoulder towards the knee of the opposing man. Connecting the hardness of the blow, it stumbles him to the opposite. Using leverage from the grab, he is pulled from the position, and hurls his knee into the gut.

Wells: Nice Knee. A bet it left the impression that was fairly needed into the cavity that has just been created.

This makes D go down somewhat, while Jason was up, and placed into a good position, to pull a good move from anywhere. But instead, he waits for him to regain stance to his feet, moving his glance up to the air, looking into the eyes of Deranged. As soon as D gets to a position so that he could do something, Iczer steps forward, and steps the tip of his foot right above his groin, and sends his head down, implanted into the mat, with a diving DDT.

Star: And there is but another print. This time of his head into the canvas.

Wells: Yeah, no lie man.

After the DDT, he holds the head, and stands up slowly, holding the staggered man in his arm, and chokes his throat somewhat in the palm of his hand, and sends the knee abit forward, to the center, planting it back into the gut shot, a few times. Until he can places the arm to the side of his head, and lift him from the ground, landing a suplex now. After that, he would pick up in the similar position, and land another, this one much harder, breaking the hold.

Wells: Multiple Suplex, forming right after the DDT, I�m surprised that Deranged hasn�t been left in a crater inside of the ring Star.

Star: Yeah, really.

Deranged doesn�t recover fast, but Iczer doesn�t seem to let him flop. He grabs his head, and quickly picks him up, slamming his head down near the mid of his legs, lifts him up, so that he is on his head, and Power bombs him hardly into the mat once, Jackknife, leaving a strong impression.

Star: Ow, that had to be hell right there man.

Not doing much better, Deranged doesn�t move, only lies there, eyes glazed over. This time, Iczer leaves him be, and slowly takes a few steps back, and watches as the ref looks over the body. Not wanting this match much longer, he grabs his head, and places him into a cobra clutch, and applies it hardly. Not getting a strong reaction from D, but one from the crowd. Which only seemed to matter less, and less, as he become frustrated with the ease that he had been given in this match.

Wells: The clutch has been dropped, will his neck break? Or will he cease, and give up before it can happe?

Star: Wow, such a decision, I really wouldn�t know what to go for Jake.

Wells: Really, I mean, both are so grand.

The ref checks his arm once, holding it up in the air for a close, three seconds. Timed up, he drops the arm, down to his body, and counts aloud a one count, while the crowd runs wild watching.

Wells: There�s one. Two remaining.

The ref grabs the hand again, and moves it into the air again, feeling, seeing the move tighten harder, he drops it from the air, and it once more snaps up against his body. Keeping count on the other hand, the middle finger was thrust through the air, and the count was heard aloud. The crowd moved with energy, until the third time, and it was also dropped, the bell sounds, and Worley takes Iczer to the center of the ring.

Worley: Winner, JAAASSSOOOON IIIIIIIIIICCCCZZZEEEERRRR!!!!

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