The pyro's go off, as the fans have piled in. The camera's turn to the announcers, Mike and Rocky.
Mike: Thanks for joining us folks! We are set to have a huge night!
Rocky: And before the night is over, we will have a new #1 contender to the IWA World Heavyweight Championship.
Mike: And we might crown a new World Champ!
Rocky: I'm more excited to see Mr Smyth take the Endurance Championship off the waist of Kyojin!
Mike: It looks like the action is about to start.
Jackson Smith walks out from the back, to a pretty good pop from the fans. He heads down the ramp and into the ring, pumping himself up waiting for Killa.
Killa comes out next, carrying the money in the bank briefcase. He heads down the ramp, and into the ring. He looks at the ref, reluctantly handing the briefcase to him, as the ref signals for the bell.
Endurance Money In The Bank briefcase On The Line
Falls Count Anywhere Match
Jackson Smith (Orton) vs. Killa (Barrett)
(Start 2:20 End 10:23)
Killa drops Smith right through the concessions table! Killa covers Smith but the referee hasn't caught back up with the two yet, so Killa picks Smith up off of the ground and kicks open a wooden door.
Daniel May: What the hell are you doing!? GET OUT OF MY OFFICE!!
Mike: Killa broke into May's office!! Is he nuts?!
Rocky: Ahahahahahahahaha! This is HILARIOUS!! Maybe we'll see the boss get involved!!
Killa throws Smith onto May's desk, knocking all of the papers off of it. Killa picks up the lamp that is on the desk and starts smashing Smith in the head with it while May stands in a corner and watches. Killa picks Smith up off of the table, but Smith retaliates and hits Killa with a hard elbow! Smith takes the lamp from Killa, and then smashes it over Killa's head, smashing it to pieces and busting him wide open!!
May: Hey!!! You gonna pay for that!? And don't bleed on my carpet!
Smith: Would you shut up?!
Smith grabs Killa by the throat and throws him onto the desk. Smith climbs onto the desk, and then picks Killa up, and lifts him in the air with a power bomb, and then nails a sit out power bomb through the desk!!
Mike: What the hell!! Why would he do that to May's desk!
Rocky: Because he can!!
Smith stands back to his feet and goes to the door and closes it, then he grabs Killa by the feet and drags him closer to the door. Smith picks Killa up and leans him against the door and backs up. Smith charges Killa and goes to gore him right through May's door, but Killa moves and Smith crashes into the door, smashing right through it!!
May: COME ON!!! MY DOOR!!
Killa wipes the blood from his face and limps out into the hall way. He picks up one of the broken pieces of wood and starts to bring it down onto Smith hard, shot after shot! The referee is back and sees the carnage, and then Killa covers Smith!
ONE!! TWO!! NO!!!
Smith gets the shoulder up!1 Killa is pissed!! Killa storms down the hall, pushing some people out of the way until he reaches a pile of steel pipes. Killa takes his time trying to pick one, and then Smith charges from behind and gores Killa right into the pipes!! Smith goes for the cover!!
One! Two! No!!
Killa kicks out! Smith looks around and notices they are right next to a stair case ... He grins widely.
Mike: I don't like the look on his face ... At all!
Rocky: I do!! This will be awesome!!
Smith grabs Killa and lifts him into the air onto his shoulders, then stands on the top of the staircase ...
THE BOSS'S ORDERS!! Smith slams Killa right down onto the stairs and Killa rolls all the way down to the bottom!! Smith runs down the stairs and dives down onto Killa, with the referee right behind him!!
One! Two! THREE!!
Emily: The winner of this match, Jackson Smith!
Another ref appears, handing Smith the briefcase, as he holds it up to the camera, as the fans can be heard cheering. The camera's cut from Smith celebrating in the back, to another part of the arena.
Some voices can be heard. The camera closely follows the voices which turn out to be Ryder and Brock.*
Brock: Tonight is the night.
Ryder: We finally get to destroy Oscar and...
Brock: Ryan Wells. We are going to be able to finally shut up all the haters.
Ryder: Wait. I thought you loved haters.
Brock: Your actually right. I love how the fact all the haters talk trash, but they just sit in their dumbass sits they paid money to see us. Then, they say I can't win when in fact I have.
Ryder: Especially, the first PPV of IWA. That was ssssssssiiiiiiccccccckkkkkk!!!!!!
Brock: You know it! Not only do we get to beat Ryan, the little boy who thinks he knows it all and just walks into this company and claims to be a future World Champion. He will just become an afterthought like a lot of the people in the back.
Ryder: Then we have this bro who dislike Justin Bieber, 1D, and Taylor Swift. What's wrong with Oscar Layman? Oh yeah, he has a multi-personality disorder, bro. He doesn't even know if he is a bro or a chick.
Brock: That's true. Not only that, but also get to compete in the Asylum. Where only man can walk out the victor. Some people have wondered who it can be. Some people even expect VHX to show up. Are this people even mentally correct? However, it will either be you or me walking away with the World Title opportunity tonight,
Ryder: You better know it.
The camera's cut from Edwards akwardly fist bumping Ryder, to another part off the arena.