Star: Yes it does Jake, but I'll have to side with the Machine, because I think he has what it takes, to win this match up.

- The lights fade into black, and silence spreads over. "Body Hammer" by Fear Factory, booms over the PA system, and the large crowd, packed into the arena, pops. Into a mixture of cheers, and boos. -

Worley: Now, approaching the ring, at the height of five foot, and ten inches. Weighing it at one hundred, and ninety five pounds, here from Trenton, New Jersey...Jason "The Ice Machine" Iczer!

- Iczer walks slowly to the ring, with a grueling look apon his face, a man of no words. He approaches the ring, and circles around it a few, vast time. And slowly, raises one arm into the air, receiving a large pop from the fans. Slowly lowers it, and walks to the corner, and leans back against it. Until, the lights begin to act again, no music has been played, but a man steps from behind the curtains, and heads for the ring. -

Worley: Introducing the opponent, six foot, and one inch. Two hundred, thirty nine pounds, hailing from Orlando, Florida, JAAASSSOOON CAARRTTTEEERRR!

- The crowd once more, sends out a mixed pop, and he slowly comes to stand by the apron. Looking in through the ropes, peering down at Iczer, giving him somewhat of a look, and climbs into the ring, standing by the ropes. -

Wells: Now, it's about time to see, which of these two, is the real Jason.

- The bell sounds, and the men come from their post, and stare down another, for around ten seconds. Iczer makes the first move, sending a fist into the gut of Carter, not stumbling, but sending a snap into the face of Iczer, this stumbles the man back, Carter taking him into a grapple, and whips him into the ropes. -

Star: And Iczer has been whipped into the ropes.

- Jason Carter bounces from the other side, and meets him half way, flying with a flying body. Iczer catches him, and walks around, tossing him abit, until he had a firm grip apon his body. Nodding towards the crowd. -

Wells: Seems like he is toying with the crowd, this doesn't look good for Jason Carter.

- Iczer, lowers his side into his left knee, screams can be heard from the mouth of Carter, when he is picked up into the same position, and is slammed back down apon that knee cap, and again. The crowd seems to pop more. -

Star: Listen to these people Wells; they love to see people in pain, to see what this is all about. And now is the time, to see.

- Iczer, holds him, standing in the ring, and bends his knees at a slight angle, and snaps him for a backwards slam, landing Carter's side into the man, and is back up. Iczer stands before the body, crumpled onto the floor, and sends a boot against his head, and then into the side of his ribs. -

Star: Now that isn't right, he's messing with him now. - Jason Iczer leans forward, grabbing the head of Carter, and slowly picks him up, in till he was in a setting position, and gives him a good smack in the face, sending him back down towards the mat, with a thud. -

Wells: Strong smack there by Jason Iczer, it seems that this match has become his.

- Turning around, Iczer begins to taunt, sliding his thumb across his neck. But, inches behind him, Carter scrambles to his feet, and slams his shoulder into the back of his leg, bringing Iczer to the ground. Jumping, exploding into the air, he bounces off the ropes, and attempts a leg drop, apon the back of Iczer, instead, he draws back, and Carter meets the mat hard. -

Wells: Ooooh, that has to hurt. After having a small succession to the beating from Iczer, he is taken down again.

- Carter slowly gets to a knee, breathing hard, but is rushed by the knee of Jason Iczer and sent hard down against the mat again. Iczer, jumps down against him, and sends fist blows down against his head, driving them down hard. -

Star: He's busting his head with that fist of his. This looks like it could be brutal.

- Iczer hits down apon his forehead hard, enough to echo across the dome. and pulls his hand back, to see that blood was running from his knuckles, he drew back, but instead, picked up Carter into a standing position, and slips his arm around him, and sets up for a suplex. -

Wells: Damnit, bringing out the blood, and dishes out some more, this thing keeps getting more intense.

Star: Yeah, I know. This should have been declared the Xtreme match, he didn't even need a weapon!

- He lifts the man for the suplex, but Carter's legs move, and land back apon the ground, and reverses it, instead, snap suplexing Iczer into the mat, and rolls over for the pin. -

Wells: Here it is, this could be it...

- One...Two...THRE--....Kick out by Iczer, but breaths abit hardly, while Carter picks him up, and sends his knee into his gut, before he reached a full standing stance. He holds him bent over, and stops his knee into his head, putting him down apon the mat. He picks Iczer up, and holds him. - Wells: Oh no, this may could be the Jason Driver.

- He brings him back, but Iczer some how gets to his feet, from the hold. As soon as Carter turns around, he slams him into a reverse brain buster, DDT. - Star: There it is from Iczer, the Trenton Time Out! - Jason Iczer jumps to the ropes, and climbs. Carter begins to move, and set up just abit. Iczer jumps from the rope, sending his elbow, at an forty degree angle, right after a flip, into his stomach. -

Star: THE ICE PICK!

- Iczer remains on the man, and the ref slides in, for the count. -

Wells: ONE...TWO...THREE!...Game over Star. - Worley takes the arm of Jason Iczer, once he had managed to get to his feet, and lift his blood, stained arm. -

Worley: And the winner of this match, via pin fall, JAAASSSOOOON IIIICCCZZZEEER!