The camera pans around, where the two, Star and Machine are standing in the ring. James, was far off on the right, while War was standing off, opposite of her. Rolling his neck, emitting a very light cracking, while Star did nothing, other than stand there, holding her composure, head tilted just a bit, at an angle, watching War as he did his warm-up. Worley slowly came into the ring, being handed a mic, and looks at the to.

Worley: Standing on my far right, is your XWF Women�s Champion, STAAARRRR JAMES!

The crowd chants for her, as she takes a slight bow, after stepping forward, all of the men part, starting to whistle, and perhaps maybe a slight bit of the other women. She stepped back, and handed her belt to Worley, as she held it in the hand, opposite from the mic, now looking over to War.

Worley: And on my other side, he is an XWF Legend, holding various titles in his rain here, he is, WAAARRR MAAACCCHHHIIINNNEEE!

The crowd gives a pop, for the old legend, he takes forward, giving only the slightest nod, placing his arms by his side, rolling his shoulder. Still moving to pop as much as he could, slowly feeling himself warm-up, and move into the mode he needed to be in for this match. Although, he was up against a female superstar. Something he hadn�t done in some time, or not even at all. But it would be something new, something that wouldn�t bother him.----Worley stepped from the ring, and the bell sounds. James begins to move around, as Machine holds his ground.

Wells: This should be a match to remember. Our War Machine, versus the champ of the women. Star, can you actually remember War ever having a match against a woman? How could he really be expect to lose this one?

Star: Good question, War Machine has seen his better days, he�s not exactly in his prime anymore, but regardless, you can never underestimate his man. Like you just said yourself, this man is a legend, if not the biggest name in this sport today. There is none bigger than him, other than maybe Chris Falkenyork for that case.

War still stands his own, watching James walk around the ring. War�s eyes doesn�t move, but only look across from him, at the newest female star, who has by far beaten the competition, beyond effort. She has made he own legend, in a small amount of time, and the thing was, she knew it also. But such petty things like this, couldn�t intimidate a former champion, especially a Legend, a man who is known all the way around, for his famous feuds, his style, and over all, his record in it�s own. He was a legend, and one of the greatest stars, built for competition, and had the skill.---The two now more or so begun to size another up. War Machine, now bringing his arms into a fold. James watched, a little amused, and laughs a little, at his lazy like posture. War didn�t show a sign of moving from anything, or even having the ability to do so. He stood there, so sloppy, holding himself almost in a lazy downed posture. Only still, not to show a sign of weakness, but maybe a form of strength in his own. His eyes, glazed apon the star, which was a gift to look at, and see in the ring at the same time, someone that really couldn�t hurt your eyes if you were to stare too much, but War wasn�t thinking about that right now, but watched her movements, as every second, she came a little more closer. By the time she was within a feet, she reached out a slender arm, and tried to slap Machine, this one didn�t fall short, but War moved to the side, seeing the hand only to feel air. He chuckles to himself, seeing a mean look apon James�s face.

Star: This match is starting off just a bit slow. War Machine is still watching James, who is on stage around the ring, not really showing much power to go after the man at this time. But this match is tilted, you really can�t expect a woman to do so well, I mean, males are better over all, in physical stature of course, this match was bad from the start.

Wells: I still wouldn�t underestimate her there star, she did win that belt, and it didn�t come easy. She is the first women�s champ, and I�m sure she doesn�t exactly need to prove herself now. All she needs to do, is show all that she can do. To scare he future competition.

Star: Well, true. Sounds like you�ve got a bit of a crush Jake.

Star James becomes a little mad, not with the miss, or not the ease that came from the dodging, but the laughter from the man. War, was a big man, and had a deep voice, a little more than the average man. And he seemed to only have a laugh,that would seem to be able to taunt someone. Not the kind of laugh, that would be laughing with you, but would be to auto be laughing at you, and it would appear that is what he was doing. This alone, would bring out a slight anger, not blinding, but perhaps enough to put the match behind early. She stepped forward, and instead of punning to the right, like her muscles read, she instead punched towards the left, landing a good hook shot on War Machine, giving him a little stumble. She didn�t give him the exact time to recover, but brought the other hand back, and etched it off the side of his face, leaving a red mark. She stepped back, watching him close, as he only merely begun to laugh, making her frown apon herself again. Making her not as mad this time, but a little bit more disappointed.

Wells: Star, this match isn�t looking good. We�ve already been here for damn what, ten minutes? And nothing has been able to be done. Machine isn�t going to even lift a finger, he�s only going to taunt her, until she can no longer take it.

Star: And that is when the match will end Jake. Remember, everyone has their own breaking point, and if she pushes her hard enough, she�s willingly to explode. She�s in her young little prime, and I could expect almost anything from her at this time in her life.

War took a slight step forward, moving his left forward, and pushes it against the ring, using his other foot, to slide a little forward, and in between her own legs. Star, who was only looking forward at the War man, was almost in a blind rage, but still, found some way to hold it in, ready and content to give it another shot. But War wasn�t exactly able to be planning to play by a fair shot. The foot that he had now extended, was tilted at an angle, enough to trip her, sending her face first into the mat.

Star: That�s got to hurt. And tick someone off at the same time.

The crowd gave off a slight booing, while War walked forward. Star bolted up, but instead of establishing herself to her feet, War�s boot was there to jam into her spine, placing her back into her stomach faster than she was to attempt to get off of it. But War didn�t care, he laughed it off, and tilted his head. Time and time, putting a little weight on her, applying a good force.

Wells: That can�t feel well. James is a petite little woman, and then you have War Machine, who�s got to weigh a little over the two hundred mark, and in muscle. You know that muscle weights more.

Star begun to call out a little, in a bit of pain, groaning, but the more she tried to pull out, the heavier the boot seemed to get. He applied a little force, more and more at random times, but that wasn�t the extra bit that she felt. As she pushed her back forward, using her back muscles, she was only sliding her back up against the length of his foot that bound her down. She didn�t think to use common sense, but was using the part of her back, that was being held by War.

Star: This really isn�t looking too good. To be a rookie like she is, they choke. And right now, if she thought about what she was doing, she would be able to escape that. She�s pushing on the muscle his foot his wedged on, and it�s not doing her abit of justice.

A couple of minutes has passed, but War hasn�t actually changed his mind, and stop taunting her. He still applied force and force apon, laughing to himself still. Star had to almost begun to cry, but not because she was a woman. But because of how bad the pain was getting. She wouldn�t be injured afterwards, but it would hurt like hell. At this time, a woman jumps over the rail, out by the side of the ring, and runs over to the apron, where War was standing up to the ropes.

Wells: And who is this?

Star: It looks like another woman superstar, I can�t find here name..ummm.

Wells: I know damn well who that is, it�s Krissy!

James wasn�t able to see her, due from the side she was on. But she slid her lower half into the ring, and bolted her arm up hard, and very fastily, jamming War Machine in the groin, emitting a slight cracking, where her forearm volted against the side of his leg, putting him fast to his knees, but near Star James. When she fell, the ref couldn�t see anything, but Krissy, James saw her to, and wore a small grin. She got up to her feet, not paying attention to her back, and nailed him with a Lights Out, double underhook DDT, laying him out on sight, and goes for the pin.1�.2�.3�.The bell sounds, and Worley is to the ring, taking her hand into the air.

Worley: And here is your winner, STTTAAARRR JAAAMMMEEES!

Wells: What the hell? Krissy just helped her out, why in the hell would she do that?

Star: I have no clue, but I have a feeling that we�re going to know sooner than later.