NOVEMBER 19th, 2014
AMERICAN AIRLINES CENTER - DALLAS, TEXAS, USA
AMERICAN AIRLINES CENTER - DALLAS, TEXAS, USA
The Ascension theme music begins to play as the camera makes rapid pans across the roaring crowd! A series of red and white pyros go off above the ring, up the ramp and then around the stage and screen leaving a haze of white smoke.
BUDDY ROBERTS: Welcome everyone! We are just ONE week away from Relentless!
MICHAEL HEENAN: Speaking of which that bully Matthias Barrows has bent relentlessly hounding Liam McAllister! To the point that he was just HANDED a World title shot!
BR: Bull! Matthias has worked his ass off since day one and was a close runner up in the Syndicate Royale and has been a top player since day one here.
MH: I call it favoritism.
"I've Got It All" by Jim Johnston hits causing the crowd to erupt in a rumble of boos and disapproval. We see a young handsome man step out onto the stage with a smug smirk on his face. He paces back and forth on the stage, looking out into the crowd.
BR: Here's our General Manager!
ALISTAIR MASON: I just wanted to make a quick announcement regarding some new title regulations here in the Apex Wrestling Syndicate that I have just formed into Apex law.
MH: I'm sure it's going to be a great idea!
ALISTAIR MASON: I've thought this was a good idea for a few months, but I didn't feel like implementing it a few months ago as it would have had a negative effect on the main event picture. Starting now, no competitor within the AWS can hold more than one singles championship at a time!
BR: Oh... I see now why this wasn't implemented a few months ago...
ALISTAIR MASON: I would hate to see some drugged up thug like Matthias hogging up two titles in the rare event that he would actually beat Liam... I know, I know... hilarious! But just in case we need to make sure that this rule gets placed in effect right now.
BR: This wasn't a problem when Bobby held three titles apparently.
MH: That's right. That was good. The idea of Matthias holding two titles is BAD.
ALISTAIR MASON: The Tag Titles do not apply, one can hold the Tag titles in conjunction with any singles title. In the event that someone wins two singles titles, the winner will have twenty four hours to decide which one to vacate.
BR: What a way to shake things up!
ALISTAIR MASON: Oh... by the way, this next match is a PINK SLIP MATCH! The loser is fired!
MH: What! No!
BR: Career threatening match up right now!?
BUDDY ROBERTS: Welcome everyone! We are just ONE week away from Relentless!
MICHAEL HEENAN: Speaking of which that bully Matthias Barrows has bent relentlessly hounding Liam McAllister! To the point that he was just HANDED a World title shot!
BR: Bull! Matthias has worked his ass off since day one and was a close runner up in the Syndicate Royale and has been a top player since day one here.
MH: I call it favoritism.
"I've Got It All" by Jim Johnston hits causing the crowd to erupt in a rumble of boos and disapproval. We see a young handsome man step out onto the stage with a smug smirk on his face. He paces back and forth on the stage, looking out into the crowd.
BR: Here's our General Manager!
ALISTAIR MASON: I just wanted to make a quick announcement regarding some new title regulations here in the Apex Wrestling Syndicate that I have just formed into Apex law.
MH: I'm sure it's going to be a great idea!
ALISTAIR MASON: I've thought this was a good idea for a few months, but I didn't feel like implementing it a few months ago as it would have had a negative effect on the main event picture. Starting now, no competitor within the AWS can hold more than one singles championship at a time!
BR: Oh... I see now why this wasn't implemented a few months ago...
ALISTAIR MASON: I would hate to see some drugged up thug like Matthias hogging up two titles in the rare event that he would actually beat Liam... I know, I know... hilarious! But just in case we need to make sure that this rule gets placed in effect right now.
BR: This wasn't a problem when Bobby held three titles apparently.
MH: That's right. That was good. The idea of Matthias holding two titles is BAD.
ALISTAIR MASON: The Tag Titles do not apply, one can hold the Tag titles in conjunction with any singles title. In the event that someone wins two singles titles, the winner will have twenty four hours to decide which one to vacate.
BR: What a way to shake things up!
ALISTAIR MASON: Oh... by the way, this next match is a PINK SLIP MATCH! The loser is fired!
MH: What! No!
BR: Career threatening match up right now!?
BEARDMAN VS C.J. SWIFT
SINGLES MATCH
PINK SLIP MATCH!
Beardman's music hits to massive heat and he shows up on stage about 10-15 seconds later, slowly walking to center stage to stop and calmly taunt while gold fireworks flood the stage from top to bottom. He continues to the ring occasionally taunting fans. He steps into the ring and flexes his right bicep arrogantly and points at it to the dismay of the fans.
RING ANNOUNCER: This match is a pink slip match! The loser will be fired from the AWS effective immediately! Introducing first, from Indianapolis, Indiana, weighing in at 265 pounds... BEARDMAN!
BR: Beardman is in deep you know what if he can't beat the now single former Freebird!
MH: Or he could send the second bird where the first bird went. To the unemployment line!
Money by Pink Floyd hits and a single spotlight is show in the entrance way as "The Platinum Prince" C.J. Swift makes his way from the back. As he slowly makes his way to the ring the spotlight follows him and he shows the world his hand full of money. The crowd boos his as he pretends to hand them money only to take it away.
BR: The Upper Echelon has had some mixed luck recently. On the plus side Adonis won the Hardcore title...
MH: But Velvet lost to the World champ... obviously... and Chris Jordan is now out of the picture.
The official calls for the bell. Beardman immediately catches Swift with a boot to the gut, throwing him in the corner! Beardman runs in with a clothesline then hits a belly to bell suplex!
MH: Beardman on the offense early on here!
Beardman doesn’t go for the pin. He pulls Swift up and Irish whips him to the ropes. Samoan Drop by Beardman! Again no cover. Beardman starts to aggressively put the stomps in to Swift, not wanting to stop. He eventually does stop and pulls Swift up to his feet. With Swift staggering Beardman hits the ropes and nails a hard SPEAR!
BR: Beardman taking it to Swift who has yet to make a move!
MH: I’m not sure he CAN make a move!
Beardman quickly to his feet with Swift, getting him up on his shoulders and delivering the DOWNWARD SPIRAL!
BR: This one is over…
Again though Beardman doesn’t cover but pulls Swift up from behind.
MH: This is a mistake!
Beardman hooks the arms of Swift and turns, dropping him face first to the canvas below with the BEARD BREAKER! This time Beardman finally covers
One...
Two...
THREE!
RING ANNOUNCER: Here is your winner via pinfall... BEARDMAN!
MH: A dominant win for Beardman here tonight!
RING ANNOUNCER: ... and as a result... C.J. Swift is now fired from the AWS!
RING ANNOUNCER: This match is a pink slip match! The loser will be fired from the AWS effective immediately! Introducing first, from Indianapolis, Indiana, weighing in at 265 pounds... BEARDMAN!
BR: Beardman is in deep you know what if he can't beat the now single former Freebird!
MH: Or he could send the second bird where the first bird went. To the unemployment line!
Money by Pink Floyd hits and a single spotlight is show in the entrance way as "The Platinum Prince" C.J. Swift makes his way from the back. As he slowly makes his way to the ring the spotlight follows him and he shows the world his hand full of money. The crowd boos his as he pretends to hand them money only to take it away.
BR: The Upper Echelon has had some mixed luck recently. On the plus side Adonis won the Hardcore title...
MH: But Velvet lost to the World champ... obviously... and Chris Jordan is now out of the picture.
The official calls for the bell. Beardman immediately catches Swift with a boot to the gut, throwing him in the corner! Beardman runs in with a clothesline then hits a belly to bell suplex!
MH: Beardman on the offense early on here!
Beardman doesn’t go for the pin. He pulls Swift up and Irish whips him to the ropes. Samoan Drop by Beardman! Again no cover. Beardman starts to aggressively put the stomps in to Swift, not wanting to stop. He eventually does stop and pulls Swift up to his feet. With Swift staggering Beardman hits the ropes and nails a hard SPEAR!
BR: Beardman taking it to Swift who has yet to make a move!
MH: I’m not sure he CAN make a move!
Beardman quickly to his feet with Swift, getting him up on his shoulders and delivering the DOWNWARD SPIRAL!
BR: This one is over…
Again though Beardman doesn’t cover but pulls Swift up from behind.
MH: This is a mistake!
Beardman hooks the arms of Swift and turns, dropping him face first to the canvas below with the BEARD BREAKER! This time Beardman finally covers
One...
Two...
THREE!
RING ANNOUNCER: Here is your winner via pinfall... BEARDMAN!
MH: A dominant win for Beardman here tonight!
RING ANNOUNCER: ... and as a result... C.J. Swift is now fired from the AWS!
WINNER: BEARDMAN (C.J. SWIFT IS FIRED!)
BR: He didn’t let up on Swift, not once. Beardman leaving Ascension with a victory and Swift is gone!
MH: The Upper Echelon are now two members down! How will they recover... if they can?
BR: Up next we have a huge triple threat single fall match! Stay tuned after a word from our sponsors...
MH: The Upper Echelon are now two members down! How will they recover... if they can?
BR: Up next we have a huge triple threat single fall match! Stay tuned after a word from our sponsors...
ROCKY HOLLYWOOD VS FENRIS O'CONNOR VS NATHAN GIBBS
TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
We come back from commercial to see all three men already in the ring warming up.
The bell sounds...
BR: This match is a triple threat match with only ONE fall.
MH: Fenris feels like he was overlooked. Maybe he can prove himself tonight!
Rocky Hollywood is brawling with Nathan Gibbs as Fenris is smiling in the corner. Fenris charges and hits a huge double clothesline knocking both men down. Fenris covers Rocky!
O-KICKOUT!
BR: Almost immediately kicked out there!
Rocky kips up and slaps Fenris in the face! Fenris is still smiling.
MH: What a nut!
Fenris grabs Rocky and whips Rocky into the ropes. Fenris hits a big powerslam on the return. Cover by Fenris.
One... Nathan drops an elbow to break the pin!
BR: This man has such power!
Nathan is battling with Rocky. Fenris charges... both Rocky and Nathan duck and hit a double back body drop to Fenris! Fenris flies over the top rope, slams on the outside apron, and lands on the ground!
MH: Ouch!
Rocky is looking over the rope and is laughing at Fenris. Rocky turns around... SLEEPING THUNDER! What a Codebreaker!
BR: Boom baby!
Nathan covers Rocky!
One...
Two...
THREE!
RING ANNOUNCER: Here is your winner via pinfall... NATHAN GIBBS!
The bell sounds...
BR: This match is a triple threat match with only ONE fall.
MH: Fenris feels like he was overlooked. Maybe he can prove himself tonight!
Rocky Hollywood is brawling with Nathan Gibbs as Fenris is smiling in the corner. Fenris charges and hits a huge double clothesline knocking both men down. Fenris covers Rocky!
O-KICKOUT!
BR: Almost immediately kicked out there!
Rocky kips up and slaps Fenris in the face! Fenris is still smiling.
MH: What a nut!
Fenris grabs Rocky and whips Rocky into the ropes. Fenris hits a big powerslam on the return. Cover by Fenris.
One... Nathan drops an elbow to break the pin!
BR: This man has such power!
Nathan is battling with Rocky. Fenris charges... both Rocky and Nathan duck and hit a double back body drop to Fenris! Fenris flies over the top rope, slams on the outside apron, and lands on the ground!
MH: Ouch!
Rocky is looking over the rope and is laughing at Fenris. Rocky turns around... SLEEPING THUNDER! What a Codebreaker!
BR: Boom baby!
Nathan covers Rocky!
One...
Two...
THREE!
RING ANNOUNCER: Here is your winner via pinfall... NATHAN GIBBS!
WINNER: NATHAN GIBBS
MH: Rocky got caught off guard!
Rocky gets up and looks furious! Nathan is waving for the fans as Rocky comes up from behind and clobbers Nathan over the head! The crowd roars with boo's!
BR: What a sore loser!
Rocky picks up Nathan... POVERTY CALL! Nathan is laid out!
MH: You show him Rocky!
Rocky spits on Nathan!
BR: What was uncalled for!
Rocky picks up Nathan and sets him up again! POVERTY CALL! Wait! No! Fenris rushes into the ring and Rocky lets go and runs away! Fenris helps Nathan to his feet as Rocky yells obscenities up the ramp.
MH: Fenris should mind his own business!
BR: Fenris stopped a brutal attack. All three men have cleared out and we are preparing for our next big match. Johnny Anomaly will face off against the new #1 contender for the Hardcore title Krewsade. We will be back, right after these messages.
We return from commercial to see a single spotlight shines down into the center of the ring. Sitting there in all his glory is the new Hardcore champion, Jake Adonis. Around his waist sits the title, and he reclines in the metal folding chair he is in, looking confident as ever. Another light clicks on, and Black Velvet is sitting there too, though inexplicably, he too has a Hardcore championship around his waist. He smiles a big white smile and reclines, the spotlight glinting off of the faceplate of his belt. A third light clicks on, and Johnny Anomaly is chewing on a tooth-pick, also reclining and relaxing on a folding chair. A third hardcore championship sits around his waist. Adonis brings a microphone to his lips.
JAKE ADONIS: So, I bet you’re all pretty confused right now huh? He says the words to the camera, as there is no one currently in the Dallas Center arena, aside from the three men and a cameraman. If there were others lurking about, they didn’t know about them, and didn’t care. Jake confidently stands from the chair and walks towards the ropes, looking at the fixed camera the entire time.
JAKE: No, I’m not asking you to choose who the real Adonis, none of us have been cloned, no we’re not some sort of hive-mind. I can’t believe I even have to explain that, but we are in Texas. The fact is simple, my brothers and I are your Apex Hardcore champions. Velvet and Anomaly both kick the chairs away from under them and stand, joining Jake.
JAKE: I almost. Almost. Feel bad for you Jon Rocks. You certainly did put up a hard fight, but in the end there was no way you was going to over-come Jake Adonis, let alone Johnny Anomaly and Black Velvet. Your pet Michelin-Man and reverse leprechaun did all they could, but at the end the belt sits around my waist, and Velvet’s waist, and Johnny’s waist, and not yours.
JAKE: Shout-out to Kincaid. I don’t know who you are, I don’t really care. But you helped me out and so I owe you one. Now back to the real matter at hand and what everyone wants to know, “Why duh all three men in that there ring have hardcore championships around their waists?"
He says the words in a high-pitch southern-drawl, making a mockery of the crowd.
JAKE: Well, the answer is simple. Because from this moment forth, this isn’t the AWS Hardcore championship, this is the AWS Anarchy championship.
Black Velvet and Johnny Anomaly both nod in agreement behind Jake Adonis. As one all three men unclip spray-paint bottles from behind their belts and spray-pain a large A on all three, right on the face-plate.
BR: They can't do that!
MH: Sure they can! They ARE the Anarchy champions!
BR: It's the HARDCORE title, and only the one Adonis has is legit.
JAKE: There will never be a time when a challenger isn’t facing all three of us for this title. See you messed up when you gave The Anarchists, that’s our new stable name since we dropped the deadweight, a hardcore championship. No other stable has the power that we have, or the unity.
Velvet brings a microphone to his lips.
BLACK MOTHERFUCKING VELVET: This is always how it was supposed to be. Black Adonis, and Johnny Anomaly; The Anarchists. There is no more unified force anywhere in the universe.
JOHNNY ANOMALY: So to Krewsade, we have to apologize in advance. There’s no way you’re walking out of anywhere with the Anarchy title, as there’s no way you’ve got it in you to defeat all three of us. That goes for the entire locker room.
JAKE: t.U.e failed because it wasn’t unified. It was always Black Adonis and Johnny Anomaly, and the Midnight Freebirds. The Freebirds decided to join up as a tag-team, knowing full well that Black Adonis would be running that division.
MOTHERFUCKING VELVET: I had to hand them the victory at Annihilation. Literally hand it to them.
JOHNNY: But that’s over with now. The Midnight Freebirds aren’t here anymore. But if you all think that for a second that’s a reason to stop fearing The Anarchists, you’re dead wrong. The backbone in The Upper Echelon was always Black Adonis. With my newdirection--
JAKE: Alright now you’re really starting to ram that down everyone’s throats dude.
MOTHERFUCKING VELVET: Shiet! His point stands. The Anarchists are no less dangerous without Jordan and Swift, in fact if anything we’re more so. Less divided, more united. My brothers stand in this ring with me. Everyone.
JOHNNY: Everyone.
JAKE: You’re on notice. Let Anarchy reign.
BR: Wow! What a statement made by THE ANARCHY!
MH: The Upper Echelon is no more! THE ANARCHY is in action right now!
Rocky gets up and looks furious! Nathan is waving for the fans as Rocky comes up from behind and clobbers Nathan over the head! The crowd roars with boo's!
BR: What a sore loser!
Rocky picks up Nathan... POVERTY CALL! Nathan is laid out!
MH: You show him Rocky!
Rocky spits on Nathan!
BR: What was uncalled for!
Rocky picks up Nathan and sets him up again! POVERTY CALL! Wait! No! Fenris rushes into the ring and Rocky lets go and runs away! Fenris helps Nathan to his feet as Rocky yells obscenities up the ramp.
MH: Fenris should mind his own business!
BR: Fenris stopped a brutal attack. All three men have cleared out and we are preparing for our next big match. Johnny Anomaly will face off against the new #1 contender for the Hardcore title Krewsade. We will be back, right after these messages.
We return from commercial to see a single spotlight shines down into the center of the ring. Sitting there in all his glory is the new Hardcore champion, Jake Adonis. Around his waist sits the title, and he reclines in the metal folding chair he is in, looking confident as ever. Another light clicks on, and Black Velvet is sitting there too, though inexplicably, he too has a Hardcore championship around his waist. He smiles a big white smile and reclines, the spotlight glinting off of the faceplate of his belt. A third light clicks on, and Johnny Anomaly is chewing on a tooth-pick, also reclining and relaxing on a folding chair. A third hardcore championship sits around his waist. Adonis brings a microphone to his lips.
JAKE ADONIS: So, I bet you’re all pretty confused right now huh? He says the words to the camera, as there is no one currently in the Dallas Center arena, aside from the three men and a cameraman. If there were others lurking about, they didn’t know about them, and didn’t care. Jake confidently stands from the chair and walks towards the ropes, looking at the fixed camera the entire time.
JAKE: No, I’m not asking you to choose who the real Adonis, none of us have been cloned, no we’re not some sort of hive-mind. I can’t believe I even have to explain that, but we are in Texas. The fact is simple, my brothers and I are your Apex Hardcore champions. Velvet and Anomaly both kick the chairs away from under them and stand, joining Jake.
JAKE: I almost. Almost. Feel bad for you Jon Rocks. You certainly did put up a hard fight, but in the end there was no way you was going to over-come Jake Adonis, let alone Johnny Anomaly and Black Velvet. Your pet Michelin-Man and reverse leprechaun did all they could, but at the end the belt sits around my waist, and Velvet’s waist, and Johnny’s waist, and not yours.
JAKE: Shout-out to Kincaid. I don’t know who you are, I don’t really care. But you helped me out and so I owe you one. Now back to the real matter at hand and what everyone wants to know, “Why duh all three men in that there ring have hardcore championships around their waists?"
He says the words in a high-pitch southern-drawl, making a mockery of the crowd.
JAKE: Well, the answer is simple. Because from this moment forth, this isn’t the AWS Hardcore championship, this is the AWS Anarchy championship.
Black Velvet and Johnny Anomaly both nod in agreement behind Jake Adonis. As one all three men unclip spray-paint bottles from behind their belts and spray-pain a large A on all three, right on the face-plate.
BR: They can't do that!
MH: Sure they can! They ARE the Anarchy champions!
BR: It's the HARDCORE title, and only the one Adonis has is legit.
JAKE: There will never be a time when a challenger isn’t facing all three of us for this title. See you messed up when you gave The Anarchists, that’s our new stable name since we dropped the deadweight, a hardcore championship. No other stable has the power that we have, or the unity.
Velvet brings a microphone to his lips.
BLACK MOTHERFUCKING VELVET: This is always how it was supposed to be. Black Adonis, and Johnny Anomaly; The Anarchists. There is no more unified force anywhere in the universe.
JOHNNY ANOMALY: So to Krewsade, we have to apologize in advance. There’s no way you’re walking out of anywhere with the Anarchy title, as there’s no way you’ve got it in you to defeat all three of us. That goes for the entire locker room.
JAKE: t.U.e failed because it wasn’t unified. It was always Black Adonis and Johnny Anomaly, and the Midnight Freebirds. The Freebirds decided to join up as a tag-team, knowing full well that Black Adonis would be running that division.
MOTHERFUCKING VELVET: I had to hand them the victory at Annihilation. Literally hand it to them.
JOHNNY: But that’s over with now. The Midnight Freebirds aren’t here anymore. But if you all think that for a second that’s a reason to stop fearing The Anarchists, you’re dead wrong. The backbone in The Upper Echelon was always Black Adonis. With my newdirection--
JAKE: Alright now you’re really starting to ram that down everyone’s throats dude.
MOTHERFUCKING VELVET: Shiet! His point stands. The Anarchists are no less dangerous without Jordan and Swift, in fact if anything we’re more so. Less divided, more united. My brothers stand in this ring with me. Everyone.
JOHNNY: Everyone.
JAKE: You’re on notice. Let Anarchy reign.
BR: Wow! What a statement made by THE ANARCHY!
MH: The Upper Echelon is no more! THE ANARCHY is in action right now!
JOHNNY ANOMALY VS KREWSADE
SINGLES MATCH
The bell rings and Johnny immediately gets taken down with a corkscrew press. As he struggles to get back to his feet, Krewsade runs in and drills him with a shining wizard and goes for the cover!
One...
Two-KICKOUT!
BR: Krewsade looking to end this one early, but to no avail.
MH: You can’t put a member of The Anarchy away that easily!
Johnny gets back to his feet and pushes Krewsade into the corner. Johnny deals out a knife edge chop. Krewsade counters and his Johnny with one of his own before he is kicked in the stomach and dropped with a DDT.
MH: Atta boy, Johnny. Stay on him.
Johnny locks in a headlock on the downed Krewsade. As the referee checks to see if Krewsade wants to tap out, he gets back to his feet and whips Johnny off the ropes, catching him with a European uppercut on the rebound. Krewsade takes Johnny down with a clothesline and goes for another cover.
One...
Two...
TH-No! Kickout!
BR: Johnny’s still alive, but he’d better pick up the pace. That’s the second near fall for Krewsade.
Krewsade hauls Johnny up and locks in a sleeper hold, but Johnny counters with his signature move, the GRINNING SIN! Johnny now goes for the cover!
One...
Two...
THR-No! Kickout!
MH: Don’t get frustrated, Johnny! Keep up the pressure.
BR: Will you pipe down?
With both men back to their feet, again Krewsade goes for the Shining Wizard, but this time Johnny ducks it and sweeps Krewsade’s leg, taking him down before hitting a Shining Wizard of his own! Instead of going for the cover, Johnny catches his breath as he waits for Krewsade to get up. Both men charge! Double clothesline! Each man is down with an arm strewn over the other!
One...
Two...
THREE!
The referee looks up realizing that the three count was for both men!
RING ANNOUNCER: The referee has declared this match a DRAW!
One...
Two-KICKOUT!
BR: Krewsade looking to end this one early, but to no avail.
MH: You can’t put a member of The Anarchy away that easily!
Johnny gets back to his feet and pushes Krewsade into the corner. Johnny deals out a knife edge chop. Krewsade counters and his Johnny with one of his own before he is kicked in the stomach and dropped with a DDT.
MH: Atta boy, Johnny. Stay on him.
Johnny locks in a headlock on the downed Krewsade. As the referee checks to see if Krewsade wants to tap out, he gets back to his feet and whips Johnny off the ropes, catching him with a European uppercut on the rebound. Krewsade takes Johnny down with a clothesline and goes for another cover.
One...
Two...
TH-No! Kickout!
BR: Johnny’s still alive, but he’d better pick up the pace. That’s the second near fall for Krewsade.
Krewsade hauls Johnny up and locks in a sleeper hold, but Johnny counters with his signature move, the GRINNING SIN! Johnny now goes for the cover!
One...
Two...
THR-No! Kickout!
MH: Don’t get frustrated, Johnny! Keep up the pressure.
BR: Will you pipe down?
With both men back to their feet, again Krewsade goes for the Shining Wizard, but this time Johnny ducks it and sweeps Krewsade’s leg, taking him down before hitting a Shining Wizard of his own! Instead of going for the cover, Johnny catches his breath as he waits for Krewsade to get up. Both men charge! Double clothesline! Each man is down with an arm strewn over the other!
One...
Two...
THREE!
The referee looks up realizing that the three count was for both men!
RING ANNOUNCER: The referee has declared this match a DRAW!
WINNER: DRAW
BR: Krewsade was impressive, as always, but Johnny caught him with Corrupted and that was it!
MH: The Anarchy looking strong. Let's see if they can secure a spot in the Tag title match at the Pay Per View!
BR: We have an exciting match up next!
MH: The returning Kincaid will face off against the Intercontinental champion.
BR: Kincaid is looking to make an even bigger impact than he did when he cost Jon Rocks the Hardcore title last week...
MH: The Anarchy looking strong. Let's see if they can secure a spot in the Tag title match at the Pay Per View!
BR: We have an exciting match up next!
MH: The returning Kincaid will face off against the Intercontinental champion.
BR: Kincaid is looking to make an even bigger impact than he did when he cost Jon Rocks the Hardcore title last week...
KINCAID VS DUKE TAYLOR(C)
NON-TITLE MATCH
As the voice of Queen's I Want It All play through the arena the lights dim. From the back, Kincaid emerges slowly as the guitar kicks in. He stares out over the jeering fans and sneers back at them. Behind him, his manager Alyssa walks up with a smile on her face. The reception for her is more kind and this seems to disgust him more. He walks down to ringside, jawing with the fans and mocking a few before rolling under the ropes into the ring. He heads over to the corner and gets up to the second buckle, yelling some more insults at the fans and awaiting the bell.
RING ANNOUNCER: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a non-title match. Introducing first, from Bearing, Alberta, Canada, weighing in at 240 pounds, and being accompanied to the ring by Alyssa... KINCAID!!!
BR: This grumpy fellow has a big chip on his shoulder. He could go a long way towards recognition by knocking off the Intercontinental champion!
MH: Anyone could be better than Duke. We have had such a line of lame duck Intercontinental champions... Conrad. Loser. Landon. Loser. Duke. Loser.
BR: I think the fans would disagree with you.
"Undead" by Hollywood Undead plays around the AWS arena. The arena is pitch black and once 25 seconds of the song, the lights flash back on and Taylor is kneeling on the stage and screams "IT'S MORPHIN TIME!" and rises up and throwing his hand and walking to the ring and his on the turnbuckle and taunting for the crowd and gets down and warms up. Duke sports the I.C. title around his waist as he poses for the fans.
RING ANNOUNCER: And his opponent, from Toronto, Canada, weighing in at 225 pounds, he is the AWS Intercontinental Champion... DUKE TAYLOR!!!
BR: There's the bell and we are underway in this non-title match.
Kincaid and Duke stare each other down for a brief moment before locking up. Kincaid uses his strength to back Duke up a couple of steps, but Duke quickly answers by forcing Kincaid back a couple of steps.
BR: Looks like a stalemate on strength so far, Michael.
MH: That's part of what is so great about this match. On paper, it is definitely an even match-up. And from what we're currently seeing, even in the ring it appears to be an even match-up!
The two release and back up, each smiling at the stalemate. After a moment the return to the center of the ring to lock up again, but Kincaid takes the advantage with a well-placed knee to the gut!
BR: Smart move by Kincaid! Neither man gained any ground on the first lock-up, so he delivers a hard knee to the gut!
MH: This crowd may not like Kincaid's tactics, but they're effective!
Kincaid forces Duke against the ropes. He grabs the arm and whips him to the far side of the ring. Duke rebounds as Kincaid rushes toward him... shoulder block to Duke! Kincaid hits the far ropes as Duke gets to his feet, and he's met with a shoulder block from Duke, dropping him to the mat! Duke hits the ropes as Kincaid gets to his feet... and Duke is dropped with a shoulder block on the rebound!
MH: Just a couple of minutes in to the match, and neither man is taking a clear advantage.
BR: It doesn't surprise me. These are both strong athletes, and both have something prove here tonight!
MH: True, Duke is on a bit of a losing streak this month following his I.C. title win at Annihilation.
BR: And Kincaid is back after several months to prove he's still go it. A lot on the line here tonight!
Duke is back to his feet, and Kincaid delivers a boot to the gut. He quickly grabs Duke with a side headlock and takes him down to the mat!
BR: Now this is the way that one of them will take a clear advantage. They need to find a way to slow the other's pace, which is exactly what Kincaid is trying to do here!
MH: The ref is checking on Duke, who obviously won't be tapping out to a side headlock. But as you said, Buddy...this will help where Duke down and gives control to the veteran.
Kincaid applies more pressure as Duke struggles. Duke slowly is able to get back to his feet as Kincaid continues to hold the side headlock. Duke forces Kincaid off in to the ropes. Kincaid rebounds and Duke tosses him vertical...
BR: UPPERCUT! WOW! What an uppercut from Duke Taylor!
MH: He caught Kincaid on the drop back to the mat with a solid blow right to the lower jaw!
BR: Duke wasting little time here as he makes the cover!
One...
BR: And Kincaid quickly kicks out!
MH: You can see from the look on Kincaid's face that he's still a bit out of it!
BR: Duke rocked him with that hit, and he quickly continues the offense as he brings Kincaid back to his feet with a front facelock. Repeated knees to Kincaid's midsection.
Duke releases the front facelock and steps back before swinging thru with a roundhouse kick to the gut of Kincaid. And another! And a third roundhouse kick that drops Kincaid to the mat. The crowd roars with excitement and Duke helps Kincaid back up and puts him into another front facelock. Duke wraps Kincaid's arm around the back of his neck and lifts Kincaid vertical! NO! Kincaid able to stop the move. Duke tries again for a suplex, but Kincaid fights it off. This time Kincaid counters and lifts Duke vertical and he drops him gut first across the top rope! Duke remains draped on the top rope as Kincaid makes a running start... boot to the side of the skull!
BR: Duke collapses to the floor outside after a devastating boot to the side of his head!
MH: Kincaid has taken the clear advantage here, Buddy!
BR: Kincaid steps out of the ring and picks up Duke. Kincaid with a whip...NO!!! Duke reversed it, and Kincaid crashes hard in to the steel steps! You spoke too soon, Michael!
MH: It looks like Duke is going to take a moment to recover here while Kincaid is down.
BR: The ref starts the ten count.
1....
2....
3....
4....
Duke makes his way over to Kincaid and pulls him up off of the floor. He forces Kincaid back in to the ring and quickly follows. Duke brings Kincaid back to his feet and forces him in to the corner. Shoulder to the gut! And a second! And a third! Duke lifts Kincaid up to a seated position on the top turnbuckle.
BR: This could spell trouble for Kincaid!
MH: What does Duke have in mind here?!
Duke grabs for a front facelock, but Kincaid is able to fight him off with several right hands to the face. Duke stumbles back out of the corner and Kincaid now sits atop the top rope and he jumps off in Duke's direction and executes a perfect missile dropkick that sends Duke flying to the mat.
MH: Now that was impressive!
BR: And look how quickly Kincaid covers Duke!
One...
Two...
BR: NO! Duke with a kickout.
Kincaid is quick to continue the attack as he grabs Duke by the throat and brings him to his feet. Kincaid pulls Duke to the center of the ring and places his other hand on Duke's throat. Kincaid with the lift... and Duke is quick to deliver forearms to Kincaid's skull! Kincaid drops Duke back to the mat, stunned, and Duke hits the ropes.
BR: Duke on the rebound...and CODEBREAKER! OUT OF NOWHERE! Duke with cover!
MH: That might be it...
One...
Two...
BR: NO! Kincaid got his shoulder up at the last second!
Duke brings Kincaid back to his feet and lifts him to his shoulder in a running powerslam position. Kincaid struggles and falls behind him.
BR: Kincaid pushes Duke into the ropes and Duke bounces back into his arms with a vicious neckbreaker!
Kincaid sits beside a fallen Duke for a moment to catch his breath before standing up and waiting for Duke to get to his feet. With Duke down on one knee struggling to get to his feet Kincaid steps in and nearly decapitates Duke with a Superkick!
BR: He calls that THE BIG FAT KILL!
MH: And Duke might call that nighty nighty!
One...
Two...
BR: NO! Duke got his foot on the bottom rope!
MH: Great ring awareness from Duke! You'd have to believe that if Duke was in the center of the ring, this match would have been over!
Duke playing it smart here as he quickly brings Kincaid back to his feet. Duke lifts Kincaid onto his shoulder as he is positioning him for the GO TO SLEEP!
BR: Kincaid is in trouble! Wait! Kincaid is squirming, and he falls behind! Kincaid with another devastating neckbreaker, and both men are down!
MH: It was his only defense, Buddy! Kincaid could not allow Duke to hit that move. It would've been over.
BR: With both men down, it looks like the ref will be starting his count!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
BR: It looks like Kincaid is starting to stir here.
FIVE!!!
SIX!!!
BR: It looks like both men are starting to stir, Michael. Kincaid is crawling toward the edge of the ring, and it looks like he'll use the ropes to pull himself back up.
Kincaid is up. Duke bounces off the ropes and goes for Kincaid, but Kincaid hits a stern kick to the gut! FINISHING TOUCH! Cover!
One...
Two...
THREE!
RING ANNOUNCER: Here is your winner via pinfall... KINCAID!
RING ANNOUNCER: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a non-title match. Introducing first, from Bearing, Alberta, Canada, weighing in at 240 pounds, and being accompanied to the ring by Alyssa... KINCAID!!!
BR: This grumpy fellow has a big chip on his shoulder. He could go a long way towards recognition by knocking off the Intercontinental champion!
MH: Anyone could be better than Duke. We have had such a line of lame duck Intercontinental champions... Conrad. Loser. Landon. Loser. Duke. Loser.
BR: I think the fans would disagree with you.
"Undead" by Hollywood Undead plays around the AWS arena. The arena is pitch black and once 25 seconds of the song, the lights flash back on and Taylor is kneeling on the stage and screams "IT'S MORPHIN TIME!" and rises up and throwing his hand and walking to the ring and his on the turnbuckle and taunting for the crowd and gets down and warms up. Duke sports the I.C. title around his waist as he poses for the fans.
RING ANNOUNCER: And his opponent, from Toronto, Canada, weighing in at 225 pounds, he is the AWS Intercontinental Champion... DUKE TAYLOR!!!
BR: There's the bell and we are underway in this non-title match.
Kincaid and Duke stare each other down for a brief moment before locking up. Kincaid uses his strength to back Duke up a couple of steps, but Duke quickly answers by forcing Kincaid back a couple of steps.
BR: Looks like a stalemate on strength so far, Michael.
MH: That's part of what is so great about this match. On paper, it is definitely an even match-up. And from what we're currently seeing, even in the ring it appears to be an even match-up!
The two release and back up, each smiling at the stalemate. After a moment the return to the center of the ring to lock up again, but Kincaid takes the advantage with a well-placed knee to the gut!
BR: Smart move by Kincaid! Neither man gained any ground on the first lock-up, so he delivers a hard knee to the gut!
MH: This crowd may not like Kincaid's tactics, but they're effective!
Kincaid forces Duke against the ropes. He grabs the arm and whips him to the far side of the ring. Duke rebounds as Kincaid rushes toward him... shoulder block to Duke! Kincaid hits the far ropes as Duke gets to his feet, and he's met with a shoulder block from Duke, dropping him to the mat! Duke hits the ropes as Kincaid gets to his feet... and Duke is dropped with a shoulder block on the rebound!
MH: Just a couple of minutes in to the match, and neither man is taking a clear advantage.
BR: It doesn't surprise me. These are both strong athletes, and both have something prove here tonight!
MH: True, Duke is on a bit of a losing streak this month following his I.C. title win at Annihilation.
BR: And Kincaid is back after several months to prove he's still go it. A lot on the line here tonight!
Duke is back to his feet, and Kincaid delivers a boot to the gut. He quickly grabs Duke with a side headlock and takes him down to the mat!
BR: Now this is the way that one of them will take a clear advantage. They need to find a way to slow the other's pace, which is exactly what Kincaid is trying to do here!
MH: The ref is checking on Duke, who obviously won't be tapping out to a side headlock. But as you said, Buddy...this will help where Duke down and gives control to the veteran.
Kincaid applies more pressure as Duke struggles. Duke slowly is able to get back to his feet as Kincaid continues to hold the side headlock. Duke forces Kincaid off in to the ropes. Kincaid rebounds and Duke tosses him vertical...
BR: UPPERCUT! WOW! What an uppercut from Duke Taylor!
MH: He caught Kincaid on the drop back to the mat with a solid blow right to the lower jaw!
BR: Duke wasting little time here as he makes the cover!
One...
BR: And Kincaid quickly kicks out!
MH: You can see from the look on Kincaid's face that he's still a bit out of it!
BR: Duke rocked him with that hit, and he quickly continues the offense as he brings Kincaid back to his feet with a front facelock. Repeated knees to Kincaid's midsection.
Duke releases the front facelock and steps back before swinging thru with a roundhouse kick to the gut of Kincaid. And another! And a third roundhouse kick that drops Kincaid to the mat. The crowd roars with excitement and Duke helps Kincaid back up and puts him into another front facelock. Duke wraps Kincaid's arm around the back of his neck and lifts Kincaid vertical! NO! Kincaid able to stop the move. Duke tries again for a suplex, but Kincaid fights it off. This time Kincaid counters and lifts Duke vertical and he drops him gut first across the top rope! Duke remains draped on the top rope as Kincaid makes a running start... boot to the side of the skull!
BR: Duke collapses to the floor outside after a devastating boot to the side of his head!
MH: Kincaid has taken the clear advantage here, Buddy!
BR: Kincaid steps out of the ring and picks up Duke. Kincaid with a whip...NO!!! Duke reversed it, and Kincaid crashes hard in to the steel steps! You spoke too soon, Michael!
MH: It looks like Duke is going to take a moment to recover here while Kincaid is down.
BR: The ref starts the ten count.
1....
2....
3....
4....
Duke makes his way over to Kincaid and pulls him up off of the floor. He forces Kincaid back in to the ring and quickly follows. Duke brings Kincaid back to his feet and forces him in to the corner. Shoulder to the gut! And a second! And a third! Duke lifts Kincaid up to a seated position on the top turnbuckle.
BR: This could spell trouble for Kincaid!
MH: What does Duke have in mind here?!
Duke grabs for a front facelock, but Kincaid is able to fight him off with several right hands to the face. Duke stumbles back out of the corner and Kincaid now sits atop the top rope and he jumps off in Duke's direction and executes a perfect missile dropkick that sends Duke flying to the mat.
MH: Now that was impressive!
BR: And look how quickly Kincaid covers Duke!
One...
Two...
BR: NO! Duke with a kickout.
Kincaid is quick to continue the attack as he grabs Duke by the throat and brings him to his feet. Kincaid pulls Duke to the center of the ring and places his other hand on Duke's throat. Kincaid with the lift... and Duke is quick to deliver forearms to Kincaid's skull! Kincaid drops Duke back to the mat, stunned, and Duke hits the ropes.
BR: Duke on the rebound...and CODEBREAKER! OUT OF NOWHERE! Duke with cover!
MH: That might be it...
One...
Two...
BR: NO! Kincaid got his shoulder up at the last second!
Duke brings Kincaid back to his feet and lifts him to his shoulder in a running powerslam position. Kincaid struggles and falls behind him.
BR: Kincaid pushes Duke into the ropes and Duke bounces back into his arms with a vicious neckbreaker!
Kincaid sits beside a fallen Duke for a moment to catch his breath before standing up and waiting for Duke to get to his feet. With Duke down on one knee struggling to get to his feet Kincaid steps in and nearly decapitates Duke with a Superkick!
BR: He calls that THE BIG FAT KILL!
MH: And Duke might call that nighty nighty!
One...
Two...
BR: NO! Duke got his foot on the bottom rope!
MH: Great ring awareness from Duke! You'd have to believe that if Duke was in the center of the ring, this match would have been over!
Duke playing it smart here as he quickly brings Kincaid back to his feet. Duke lifts Kincaid onto his shoulder as he is positioning him for the GO TO SLEEP!
BR: Kincaid is in trouble! Wait! Kincaid is squirming, and he falls behind! Kincaid with another devastating neckbreaker, and both men are down!
MH: It was his only defense, Buddy! Kincaid could not allow Duke to hit that move. It would've been over.
BR: With both men down, it looks like the ref will be starting his count!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
BR: It looks like Kincaid is starting to stir here.
FIVE!!!
SIX!!!
BR: It looks like both men are starting to stir, Michael. Kincaid is crawling toward the edge of the ring, and it looks like he'll use the ropes to pull himself back up.
Kincaid is up. Duke bounces off the ropes and goes for Kincaid, but Kincaid hits a stern kick to the gut! FINISHING TOUCH! Cover!
One...
Two...
THREE!
RING ANNOUNCER: Here is your winner via pinfall... KINCAID!
WINNER: KINCAID
BR: Kincaid with a big, big win tonight over the Intercontinental champion.
MH: If he keeps this up he may start getting some of those opportunities that he wants so badly!
BR: We will be back in a moment folks! Hopefully Duke can get his head in the right place to defend his title next week!
MH: If he keeps this up he may start getting some of those opportunities that he wants so badly!
BR: We will be back in a moment folks! Hopefully Duke can get his head in the right place to defend his title next week!
BLACK ADONIS VS WOLF PACK NEXUS
TAG TEAM TOURNAMENT SEMI-FINALS MATCH
Black Velvet comes out to the ramp with a woman on each arm. When he gets to the ramp, the women leave, before they do, they do splits and point at the entrance. Jake struts out in a pair of sunglasses, and makes his JA symbol with his hands while Black Velvet throws up a fist. Purple pyro goes off behind them, and they walk to the ring together.
RING ANNOUNCER: Introducing their opponents, representing The Anarchy, weighing in at a combined weight of 695 pounds, Black Velvet & Jake Adonis... BLACK ADONIS
BR: Here comes the new Hardcore champ and his big partner Black Adonis!
MH: The winners will advance to the Tag Team finals!
The music hits as Tommy McClinton comes out on stage, turns around and watches Melvin Brown and The Ninja emerge. He guides them down to the ring as a flurry of boo's flood the arena.
RING ANNOUNCER: The following is a tag team match scheduled for one fall, introducing first, being accompanied by Tommy McClinton, weighing in at a combined weight of 512 pounds... the WOLF PACK NEXUS!
MH: The Wolf Pack Nexus are looking to cement their status as the top tag team in the Apex Wrestling Syndicate!
Black Velvet starts with The Ninja as the bell sounds. The Ninja charges and goes for THE STUNNER! But no! Black Velvet catches him and pushes him away! Cross body by Velvet into a cover!
One...
T-KICKOUT!
BR: He about smashed his guts out!
The Ninja hits a series of kicks, enzuigiri! Black Velvet is stunned! The Ninja tags out to Melvin!
MH: Here comes Melvin!
Melvin charges in... SPEAR! Cover!
One...
Two...
KICKOUT!
BR: That was close!
Black Velvet gets up and hits a big chop on Ninja. Headbutt! Velvet tags out to Adonis! Adonis comes in and hits a series of big kicks to Brown. Adonis hits a facelock takedown.
MH: Both of these teams are looking to advance to the finals to face Black Rose!
Adonis tries to lock in a headlock but Melvin elbows him off. Melvin pushes Adonis into the corner and Black Velvet tags himself in.
BR: Velvet back in action!
Melvin and Velvet are circling each other!
BR: Here comes DRAGO!
MH: The Badass!
Jason Drago sprints down the ramp and slides into the ring! Drago swings at Melvin's head but stops an inch short on purpose!
BR: What?
Melvin jolts at the expected hit, he opens his eyes to see Drago laughing!
BR: Watch out!
Black Velvet spins Melvin around... KING SIZE CRUSH! Melvin is down!
Cover!
One...
Two...
THREE!
RING ANNOUNCER: Here are your winners... BLACK ADONIS!
RING ANNOUNCER: Introducing their opponents, representing The Anarchy, weighing in at a combined weight of 695 pounds, Black Velvet & Jake Adonis... BLACK ADONIS
BR: Here comes the new Hardcore champ and his big partner Black Adonis!
MH: The winners will advance to the Tag Team finals!
The music hits as Tommy McClinton comes out on stage, turns around and watches Melvin Brown and The Ninja emerge. He guides them down to the ring as a flurry of boo's flood the arena.
RING ANNOUNCER: The following is a tag team match scheduled for one fall, introducing first, being accompanied by Tommy McClinton, weighing in at a combined weight of 512 pounds... the WOLF PACK NEXUS!
MH: The Wolf Pack Nexus are looking to cement their status as the top tag team in the Apex Wrestling Syndicate!
Black Velvet starts with The Ninja as the bell sounds. The Ninja charges and goes for THE STUNNER! But no! Black Velvet catches him and pushes him away! Cross body by Velvet into a cover!
One...
T-KICKOUT!
BR: He about smashed his guts out!
The Ninja hits a series of kicks, enzuigiri! Black Velvet is stunned! The Ninja tags out to Melvin!
MH: Here comes Melvin!
Melvin charges in... SPEAR! Cover!
One...
Two...
KICKOUT!
BR: That was close!
Black Velvet gets up and hits a big chop on Ninja. Headbutt! Velvet tags out to Adonis! Adonis comes in and hits a series of big kicks to Brown. Adonis hits a facelock takedown.
MH: Both of these teams are looking to advance to the finals to face Black Rose!
Adonis tries to lock in a headlock but Melvin elbows him off. Melvin pushes Adonis into the corner and Black Velvet tags himself in.
BR: Velvet back in action!
Melvin and Velvet are circling each other!
BR: Here comes DRAGO!
MH: The Badass!
Jason Drago sprints down the ramp and slides into the ring! Drago swings at Melvin's head but stops an inch short on purpose!
BR: What?
Melvin jolts at the expected hit, he opens his eyes to see Drago laughing!
BR: Watch out!
Black Velvet spins Melvin around... KING SIZE CRUSH! Melvin is down!
Cover!
One...
Two...
THREE!
RING ANNOUNCER: Here are your winners... BLACK ADONIS!
WINNER: BLACK ADONIS (ADVANCES TO TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP FINALS)
BR: Wow! Drago outsmarted Melvin!
MH: If he had hit him he would have handed The Wolf Pack Nexus the title shot, but he psyched him out and Black Adonis took advantage!
BR: Let's show the updated tournament bracket guys...
MH: If he had hit him he would have handed The Wolf Pack Nexus the title shot, but he psyched him out and Black Adonis took advantage!
BR: Let's show the updated tournament bracket guys...
MH: Looks like next week at Relentless we will see some Black on Black violence!
BR: We've gotta take another break folks. Up next is our MAIN EVENT to determine the number one contender for the Intercontinental championship!
BR: We've gotta take another break folks. Up next is our MAIN EVENT to determine the number one contender for the Intercontinental championship!
MAIN EVENT
JON ROCKS VS JASON DRAGO VS CONRAD BLACK
NO DQ CONTRACT ON A POLE MATCH
INTERCONTINENTAL #1 CONTENDERSHIP MATCH
Not Gonna Die by Skillet plays as Jon Rocks comes out to the ramp and looks excitedly out into the crowd as he stands at the very center of the top of the ramp. He points to a few members of the crowd and he tells them he's doing this for them all. He then makes his way very quickly to the ring and slides in.
BR: Here comes Apex’s hero. Despite losing last week Jon hopes to turns things around tonight and aim even higher. Regardless this kid is a bright rising star in this business.
MH: Blech.
RING ANNOUNCER: The following match is a No disqualification Contract-on-a-pole match, in which the winner will be the first man to retrieve the contract that’s suspended above the ring on a pole. The winner will go on to challenge for the Intercontinental championship at Relentless. Introducing first, from Sunshine City, California, weighing in at 225 pounds… JON ROCKS!
Conrad Black appears from behind the black curtain. Conrad runs from left to right at the top of the aisle, pointing at fans that are cheering for him and holding Black Rose signs. Conrad then makes his way back to the center and starts to walk down the aisle, slapping hands along the way. Black gets to the ring and hops up on to the apron, walking left and right across it, still acknowledging his fans. Conrad then steps through the ropes and in to the ring.
MH: Oh great. More Black.
BR: I’m going to assume you meant that the non-terrible way.
RING ANNOUNCER: Introducing next, from Seattle, Washington, weighing in at 220 pounds… CONRAD BLACK!
"Been To Hell" by Hollywood Undead blasts through the speakers. Arena gets dark as crowd starts to boo. A spotlight runs all over the arena and stops at Jason Drago who is standing among the crowd in upper deck. He has his signature kendo stick with him. He walks down the stairs as the crowd continues to boo.
He jumps over the barricade and takes a look at the crowd. He puts the kendo stick and enters the ring. Drago goes to the turnbuckle and climbs on middle rope. He poses as the crowd still boos..
MH: Finally, a real athlete. Take these two chumps down a peg Mr. Badass!
RING ANNOUNCER: Introducing their opponent, from Tampa, Florida, weighing in at 221 pounds… JASON DRAGO!
All three men size each other up before the bell rings. It does, and they immediately go into action. Rocks, Drago and Black are charge at each other, meeting in the center of the ring and exchanging a flurry of blows. Drago gets decked with a large right hand from Rocks and drops to the ground and rolls out of the ring as Rocks and Black hammer away at each other in the ring, neither man holding back.
Drago takes the opportunity of the two others fighting in the ring to grab his trusty kendo stick. Black and Rocks stop wailing away at each other and notice Drago on the outside of the ring. The look at each other and shrug, then bounce off the ropes and suicide dive at him at the same time. They crash into him at the same time and all three men end up in a pile.
BR: Rocks and Black both saw that opportunity and took it!
MH: They’re low-lifes! Early in the match and they’re already teaming up against Mr. Badass!
Rocks is the first to stir, and makes his way to his feet. Black is up soon after and Rocks takes the kendo stick and smacks him across the face. Black falls to the ground and Rocks slides into the ring. He quickly makes his way to the turnbuckle, but Drago rolls into the ring and smashes him from behind with both hands.
Drago turns Rocks over to face him in the turnbuckle and begins to hammer away at his midsection. Rocks holds up his arms to block his face. Black gets up on the outside and rubs his jaw, swearing at Rocks under his breath. He begins to search for something underneath the ring. He finds a table and drags it out.
BR: Oh no, this can’t be good for anyone involved.
MH: Finally Black is doing something right!
The crowd begins to go ballistic at the thought of the introduction of tables. Black slides the table into the ring as Rocks ducks under a blow and turns the tide on Drago.
Neither men is aware as Black begins to set the table up in the center of the ring. Rocks turns to run to the other side of the ring, but is met by a boot to the midsection from Black. Black grabs Rocks around the head and suplexes him onto the table, but it doesn’t break. Rocks rolls off the table as Black turns into a super-kick by Drago. Black falls backwards onto the table hard, but still it doesn’t break. Black rolls off backwards. Drago turns and runs up the turnbuckle, but Rocks is up and stops him before he can reach the contract. Rocks smashes his forearm into Drago’s back.
Rocks ascends the turnbuckle and grabs Drago in a back-suplex position. Black comes out of nowhere and picks the two men up in an electric chair, and all at once the three go through the table. Rocks takes the worst of it. All three men are down.
BR: OH MY GOD! All three men just went through the table at once.
MH: There’s no movement from anybody yet.
Black begins to stir. Using the ropes for support to stand, he sees his opportunity and then staggers over towards the corner where the contract hangs on the pole. Drago begins to stir, and sees Black as he ascends the turnbuckle. Drago somehow finds the strength to stand and beings to chuck pieces of table at Black as Black attempts to grab the contract.
MH: This is great! He’s just hucking pieces of table at him! Drago you’re a badass!
A large piece smacks into Black and knocks him off his perch, backwards. He crashes hard to the floor. Drago nods as he soaks in his moment. He rushes to the turnbuckle and quickly ascends. He grabs at the pole for support, but his hands slip. With a yelp of surprise he too falls off backwards and crashes hard to the floor.
BR: What in the world? It’s not like Drago to lose his grip like that!
From his prone position Conrad Black does not move, he simply holds up an empty container of baby oil. The crowd cheers and laughs. A “this is awesome!” chant breaks out.
MH: That cheater! He wasn’t going for the contract! He was putting baby oil on the pole!
BR: The fans love it!
Rocks begins to stir in the ring, and makes his way groggily towards his feet. His right arm has a cut in it from the table, and his blood drips down onto the mat.
BR: Rocks has an injury! That looks like it should be checked.
Rocks makes his way over towards the corner, and begins to climb the turnbuckle, but it’s obvious his arm is hurting him. He braces himself by wrapping his left arm around the pole, doing his best to be careful of the baby-oil. He reaches for the contract with his right arm, but it gives out before he can make it. The crowd roars in support of the hero.
Once more he reaches for the contract, but once more his arm gives out on him. Black and Drago both stir on the outside as Rocks reaches the contract and gets his fingertips on it. Black and Drago both leap onto the ring apron on either sides of the turnbuckle. Drago slams a fist into Rocks’ midsection, and Rocks falls backwards off of the turnbuckle. Black grabs Drago’s head and attempts to slam it into the pole, but Drago grabs the pole and blocks the attempt. The two struggle back and forth for a moment, either trying to slam the others head into the pole.
Rocks gets up groggily and sees the struggle occurring. Black wins the struggle after a brief moment. BLACKBALLED! Black slams Drago’s face into the pole, and the two fall off after the impact. Once again Rocks is alone in the ring, and he quickly makes his way over to the turnbuckle. His arm has stopped bleeding, but it’s obvious it still hurts. Once again he makes his way to the top, but this time he sees Black rising on the outside of the ring. Rocks shrugs and leaps off, slamming his forearm into Black’s face on the way down. OPTIMIST TWIST!
BR: This is some damn intense action! The Intercontinental title is SO important!
All three men are down on the outside of the ring. Jason Drago is up! He slides into the ring!
MH: John's going for it!
Out of nowhere Melvin Brown comes out of the crowd!
BR: It's Melvin! He's got fire in his eyes for revenge!
Drago is on the turnbuckle. He's got his fingers on the contract! SPEAR! Spear by Melvin!
MH: Good god!
Jon Rocks is up and in the ring! Jon motions for Melvin to get out of his way. Melvin takes offenses and charges! SPEAR! Spear to Jon!
BR: Melvin is laying everyone out!
Melvin finally leaves the ring as Conrad comes to... Conrad slides into the ring. Conrad climbs the first rope, then the second! He places his hands on the contract and raises his other arm!
MH: He's done it!
Jon Rocks stumbles from behind and grabs Conrad. Huge German suplex! Jon stumbles up at about the same time Conrad does. Conrad grabs Jon and goes for the BLACK OUT... BUT NO! Jon pushes him away! EVERLASTING SUNSHINE!
MH: Everlasting Sunshine!
BR: What a Canadian Destroyer!
Jon hops up on the second turnbuckle and lifts the contract off. The bell sounds...
RING ANNOUNCER: Here is your winner and NNNEEEWWWW number one contender for the Intercontinental title... JON ROCKS!
BR: Here comes Apex’s hero. Despite losing last week Jon hopes to turns things around tonight and aim even higher. Regardless this kid is a bright rising star in this business.
MH: Blech.
RING ANNOUNCER: The following match is a No disqualification Contract-on-a-pole match, in which the winner will be the first man to retrieve the contract that’s suspended above the ring on a pole. The winner will go on to challenge for the Intercontinental championship at Relentless. Introducing first, from Sunshine City, California, weighing in at 225 pounds… JON ROCKS!
Conrad Black appears from behind the black curtain. Conrad runs from left to right at the top of the aisle, pointing at fans that are cheering for him and holding Black Rose signs. Conrad then makes his way back to the center and starts to walk down the aisle, slapping hands along the way. Black gets to the ring and hops up on to the apron, walking left and right across it, still acknowledging his fans. Conrad then steps through the ropes and in to the ring.
MH: Oh great. More Black.
BR: I’m going to assume you meant that the non-terrible way.
RING ANNOUNCER: Introducing next, from Seattle, Washington, weighing in at 220 pounds… CONRAD BLACK!
"Been To Hell" by Hollywood Undead blasts through the speakers. Arena gets dark as crowd starts to boo. A spotlight runs all over the arena and stops at Jason Drago who is standing among the crowd in upper deck. He has his signature kendo stick with him. He walks down the stairs as the crowd continues to boo.
He jumps over the barricade and takes a look at the crowd. He puts the kendo stick and enters the ring. Drago goes to the turnbuckle and climbs on middle rope. He poses as the crowd still boos..
MH: Finally, a real athlete. Take these two chumps down a peg Mr. Badass!
RING ANNOUNCER: Introducing their opponent, from Tampa, Florida, weighing in at 221 pounds… JASON DRAGO!
All three men size each other up before the bell rings. It does, and they immediately go into action. Rocks, Drago and Black are charge at each other, meeting in the center of the ring and exchanging a flurry of blows. Drago gets decked with a large right hand from Rocks and drops to the ground and rolls out of the ring as Rocks and Black hammer away at each other in the ring, neither man holding back.
Drago takes the opportunity of the two others fighting in the ring to grab his trusty kendo stick. Black and Rocks stop wailing away at each other and notice Drago on the outside of the ring. The look at each other and shrug, then bounce off the ropes and suicide dive at him at the same time. They crash into him at the same time and all three men end up in a pile.
BR: Rocks and Black both saw that opportunity and took it!
MH: They’re low-lifes! Early in the match and they’re already teaming up against Mr. Badass!
Rocks is the first to stir, and makes his way to his feet. Black is up soon after and Rocks takes the kendo stick and smacks him across the face. Black falls to the ground and Rocks slides into the ring. He quickly makes his way to the turnbuckle, but Drago rolls into the ring and smashes him from behind with both hands.
Drago turns Rocks over to face him in the turnbuckle and begins to hammer away at his midsection. Rocks holds up his arms to block his face. Black gets up on the outside and rubs his jaw, swearing at Rocks under his breath. He begins to search for something underneath the ring. He finds a table and drags it out.
BR: Oh no, this can’t be good for anyone involved.
MH: Finally Black is doing something right!
The crowd begins to go ballistic at the thought of the introduction of tables. Black slides the table into the ring as Rocks ducks under a blow and turns the tide on Drago.
Neither men is aware as Black begins to set the table up in the center of the ring. Rocks turns to run to the other side of the ring, but is met by a boot to the midsection from Black. Black grabs Rocks around the head and suplexes him onto the table, but it doesn’t break. Rocks rolls off the table as Black turns into a super-kick by Drago. Black falls backwards onto the table hard, but still it doesn’t break. Black rolls off backwards. Drago turns and runs up the turnbuckle, but Rocks is up and stops him before he can reach the contract. Rocks smashes his forearm into Drago’s back.
Rocks ascends the turnbuckle and grabs Drago in a back-suplex position. Black comes out of nowhere and picks the two men up in an electric chair, and all at once the three go through the table. Rocks takes the worst of it. All three men are down.
BR: OH MY GOD! All three men just went through the table at once.
MH: There’s no movement from anybody yet.
Black begins to stir. Using the ropes for support to stand, he sees his opportunity and then staggers over towards the corner where the contract hangs on the pole. Drago begins to stir, and sees Black as he ascends the turnbuckle. Drago somehow finds the strength to stand and beings to chuck pieces of table at Black as Black attempts to grab the contract.
MH: This is great! He’s just hucking pieces of table at him! Drago you’re a badass!
A large piece smacks into Black and knocks him off his perch, backwards. He crashes hard to the floor. Drago nods as he soaks in his moment. He rushes to the turnbuckle and quickly ascends. He grabs at the pole for support, but his hands slip. With a yelp of surprise he too falls off backwards and crashes hard to the floor.
BR: What in the world? It’s not like Drago to lose his grip like that!
From his prone position Conrad Black does not move, he simply holds up an empty container of baby oil. The crowd cheers and laughs. A “this is awesome!” chant breaks out.
MH: That cheater! He wasn’t going for the contract! He was putting baby oil on the pole!
BR: The fans love it!
Rocks begins to stir in the ring, and makes his way groggily towards his feet. His right arm has a cut in it from the table, and his blood drips down onto the mat.
BR: Rocks has an injury! That looks like it should be checked.
Rocks makes his way over towards the corner, and begins to climb the turnbuckle, but it’s obvious his arm is hurting him. He braces himself by wrapping his left arm around the pole, doing his best to be careful of the baby-oil. He reaches for the contract with his right arm, but it gives out before he can make it. The crowd roars in support of the hero.
Once more he reaches for the contract, but once more his arm gives out on him. Black and Drago both stir on the outside as Rocks reaches the contract and gets his fingertips on it. Black and Drago both leap onto the ring apron on either sides of the turnbuckle. Drago slams a fist into Rocks’ midsection, and Rocks falls backwards off of the turnbuckle. Black grabs Drago’s head and attempts to slam it into the pole, but Drago grabs the pole and blocks the attempt. The two struggle back and forth for a moment, either trying to slam the others head into the pole.
Rocks gets up groggily and sees the struggle occurring. Black wins the struggle after a brief moment. BLACKBALLED! Black slams Drago’s face into the pole, and the two fall off after the impact. Once again Rocks is alone in the ring, and he quickly makes his way over to the turnbuckle. His arm has stopped bleeding, but it’s obvious it still hurts. Once again he makes his way to the top, but this time he sees Black rising on the outside of the ring. Rocks shrugs and leaps off, slamming his forearm into Black’s face on the way down. OPTIMIST TWIST!
BR: This is some damn intense action! The Intercontinental title is SO important!
All three men are down on the outside of the ring. Jason Drago is up! He slides into the ring!
MH: John's going for it!
Out of nowhere Melvin Brown comes out of the crowd!
BR: It's Melvin! He's got fire in his eyes for revenge!
Drago is on the turnbuckle. He's got his fingers on the contract! SPEAR! Spear by Melvin!
MH: Good god!
Jon Rocks is up and in the ring! Jon motions for Melvin to get out of his way. Melvin takes offenses and charges! SPEAR! Spear to Jon!
BR: Melvin is laying everyone out!
Melvin finally leaves the ring as Conrad comes to... Conrad slides into the ring. Conrad climbs the first rope, then the second! He places his hands on the contract and raises his other arm!
MH: He's done it!
Jon Rocks stumbles from behind and grabs Conrad. Huge German suplex! Jon stumbles up at about the same time Conrad does. Conrad grabs Jon and goes for the BLACK OUT... BUT NO! Jon pushes him away! EVERLASTING SUNSHINE!
MH: Everlasting Sunshine!
BR: What a Canadian Destroyer!
Jon hops up on the second turnbuckle and lifts the contract off. The bell sounds...
RING ANNOUNCER: Here is your winner and NNNEEEWWWW number one contender for the Intercontinental title... JON ROCKS!
WINNER: JON ROCKS (#1 CONTENDER FOR INTERCONTINENTAL TITLE)
BR: He has done it! The optimistic view pays off and Jon is getting a shot at the Intercontinental title!
MH: This is a bunch of shit! Jason Drago had it! He was cheated out of the title shot!
BR: We'll maybe he shouldn't have cost Melvin a shot at the Tag titles earlier. This isn't the first time these two have cost each other title shots.
The arena goes dark...
"I Want It All... I Want It All... I Want It All... And I want it now!"
When the first chord strikes the lights come back up to see Kincaid standing in the ring behind Jon who is facing the ramp! Jon turns around... but it's too late! Kincaid clotheslines Jon! The music cuts.
BR: Kincaid is a damned bully!
Kincaid picks up Rocks and nails him with the FINISHING TOUCH! What a headlock driver!
MH: It seems Kincaid still has his eyes set on Jon Rocks!
BR: Jon is occupied next week with a title shot, but I'm looking forward to the day where we see Jon Rocks vs Kincaid one on one! Poor Jon doesn't even get to celebrate his win!
MH: That firms up our PPV quite well...
BR: Speaking of which, we have ONE more commercial break folks. In our last segment we will have the World Heavyweight title contract signing! Stay tuned!
The camera fades to commercial with Kincaid standing over Jon.
MH: This is a bunch of shit! Jason Drago had it! He was cheated out of the title shot!
BR: We'll maybe he shouldn't have cost Melvin a shot at the Tag titles earlier. This isn't the first time these two have cost each other title shots.
The arena goes dark...
"I Want It All... I Want It All... I Want It All... And I want it now!"
When the first chord strikes the lights come back up to see Kincaid standing in the ring behind Jon who is facing the ramp! Jon turns around... but it's too late! Kincaid clotheslines Jon! The music cuts.
BR: Kincaid is a damned bully!
Kincaid picks up Rocks and nails him with the FINISHING TOUCH! What a headlock driver!
MH: It seems Kincaid still has his eyes set on Jon Rocks!
BR: Jon is occupied next week with a title shot, but I'm looking forward to the day where we see Jon Rocks vs Kincaid one on one! Poor Jon doesn't even get to celebrate his win!
MH: That firms up our PPV quite well...
BR: Speaking of which, we have ONE more commercial break folks. In our last segment we will have the World Heavyweight title contract signing! Stay tuned!
The camera fades to commercial with Kincaid standing over Jon.
We come back from commercial to see Mr. Troy in the ring, along with a desk and two chairs that have been set up. Mr. Troy has a microphone in one hand and the contract in the other.
MR. TROY: In my hand, I hold the contract that will make the World Heavyweight Championship Main Event of Relentless official next Wednesday night.
The crowd gives out their cheers, excited for the match.
MR. TROY: At this time, please join me in welcoming the challenger, the AWS Television Champion, Matthias Barrows.
The fourth tier of Dancing Mad starts playing throughout the arena as the crowd rises to its feet with cheers of joy and Matthias Barrows walks through the curtain by himself. Clad in a pair of jeans and a grey T-Shirt under his zip-up hoodie He high fives a few fans as he walks down the ramp, then he jumps onto the apron and steps into the ring. He moves one chair out of the way before sitting down in the one that faces the stage and putting his feet on the desk. As the music fades out, the crowd can be heard chanting “Barrows! Barrows!”
BR: This capacity crowd tonight is clearly behind Matthias.
MH: They’re all fools. Liam McAllister is clearly the better athlete.
MR. TROY: And now, introducing the AWS World Heavyweight Champion, Liam McAllister.
Money for Nothing by Dire Straits kicks in and the arena stands to their feet to let out a chorus of boos. After a few moments the music picks up and the booing intensifies as Liam McAllister strolls out on the stage, dressed to the nines as usual. Liam has on a tailored black Versace suit sans tie with the AWS World Title draped over his shoulder to complete the outfit. Flanking Liam is his personal security Kodiak Winters and his manager Luke Clark. Liam and crew stroll to the ring at their own pace making several comments to the fans on their way. The three of them climb into the ring and stand opposite Matthias Barrows.
MATTHIAS BARROWS: Entourage much? Please tell the people here in Dallas, Texas just why you need so many people by your side for little ole me?
The fans let out a huge ovation at the comments of Matthias.
BR: I've been saying it for weeks; this man cannot do anything by himself.
MH: Well rumor has it that you can't piss without assistance, so there's that.
LIAM MCALLISTER: You know what... you're right, for once. You didn't bring your pet dog Stacy down to the ring, so I'll put my animal back in the cage.
As Matthias makes a sour face, Liam turns to Kodiak Winters and leans in telling him something that the microphone doesn't pick up. Afterwards, Kodiak exits the ring and walks to the back.
LIAM MCALLISTER: Is that better, you god damn whining little brat. You sound like a petulant little child who always has to get his way. You begged and you sucked up for all you were worth to get a title shot. God knows what other “favors” you offered up to Mr. Troy to get this opportunity, but there. Kodiak is gone. You feel safer now?
MATTHIAS BARROWS: You may well have just handed me the title shot when you blew up my jet! Even if I would have had to earn it in a match, it’s not like anyone would have stopped me. As for Kodiak, If I were you I would’ve kept him out here because that’s one less reason for me to stay on my side of the table.
MR. TROY: Alright now, both of you take it easy . We’re just here to make it official.
Mr. Troy opens the folder to present the contract.
MR. TROY: Now, Liam, as the champion. I’m going to ask you to be the first to sign.
Mr. Troy slides the contract to Liam, along with a pen.
LIAM MCALLISTER: Well, I am usually the front runner around here, so I guess it makes sense I go first. Plus, I'm the not one who is scared shitless of this match, so my signature isn't going to be a problem. But before I sign shit, I'll have my manager do his job and look over this. I mean, with logic like if I retaliate for an act of unprovoked vandalism it means I get a World Title shot, who knows what kind of bullshit loopholes Matthias might have put in this thing. Luke, do your job.
Liam hands the contract over to Luke Clark.
LIAM MCALLISTER: Now as far as you sitting over there in your seat with that angry look on your face. I see you getting all hot under the collar and you can barely contain yourself. That's all about as predictable as you flopping every time you make it to a main event. I've prepared for this very scenario... in fact I foresaw your anger here. It's just like you to come out here and ruin your one chance. You've been handed a shot at the highest prize in the land on a silver fuckin' platter without one ounce of sweat dripping. You didn't earn shit, but you're getting the shot nonetheless, and it's just like someone of your mental capacity to come out here and ruin the contract signing thus screwing yourself over. I don't want anything to happen to cause this match not to happen at this point. I'm going to make an example out of you... that's the plan.
MATTHIAS BARROWS: No, the plan is I'm going to stick my foot so far up your ass that you're going to be flossing your teeth with my bootlaces.
LIAM MCALLISTER: Pipe down, Marcy. Don't blow your chance. I will walk away right now!
MR. TROY: Liam, this is a sanctioned match that WILL take place at Relentless; with or without you. So, don't pull a Bobby Crane and try to weasel out of this.
LIAM MCALLISTER: I wouldn't dream off it, boss of the year. I'll gladly sign it once my manager finishes looking over it like I said!
Luke Clark hands the contract back to Liam and gives him a nod of approval. Liam takes out the pen and promptly signs the contract and tosses it on the table towards Matthias Barrows.
MATTHIAS BARROWS: Give me one reason why I shouldn't cut you down with this pen right now you little jackass.
LIAM MCALLISTER: You want one, just one reason? How about you take a look at this...
The big screen flickers to life and on screen is Stacy Barrows and Gary the Assassin sitting in Matthias' locker room. Both have a strange look of panic and fear across their faces and as the camera pans out we all come to find out why. Standing before them is none other than Kodiak Winters. Kodiak has a devilish look in his eye and he holds a cell phone in his hand. Back in the ring Matthias Barrows is livid and is about to lay into Liam.
LIAM MCALLISTER: You wanted an excuse? There it is right there! You don't sign this contract right now then I am going to call that beast and have him rip your ugly ass wife to shreds! Go on... hit me... hit me...HIT ME!!
MATTHIAS BARROWS: SHUT THE FUCK UP!!
The crowd roars at Matthias’ response.
MATTHIAS BARROWS: You keep bragging about being the World Heavyweight Champion and you think that that solidifies you as the greatest whoever lived! You know how it FEELS to be champion, that much is obvious! But you’re absolutely and completely CLUELESS to what it MEANS to be champion! I’ve checked you out; I KNOW this is your first world championship. You’ve won one, I’ve won SIX! I know what it means. That championship is a huge honor for the man who proves himself worthy to hold it, but at the same time, it’s a curse Liam!
Matthias picks up the contract and takes one last look at it.
MATTHIAS BARROWS: Believe it or not, you ARE capable of mistakes, and you made a big one when you underestimated me, pal! There IS a reason that Troy picked me for this match, and it’s because he’s sick of you shitting all over what he worked so hard to build and he knows I’m the most qualified to take you down! You’re a cursed man Liam McAllister, and that’s why I’m going to do a huge favor when I relieve you of the curse of the AWS World Heavyweight Championship and show you and everyone who’s ever bled, sweat, and cried to get an opportunity how to handle the pressure when you back up your words!
Matthias flips to the last page and signs on the dotted line.
MATTHIAS BARROWS: You wanted me to sign, and I’ve signed. Now Kodiak Winters has exactly ten seconds to get away from Stacy before I put in a call to the Cartel and have a hit put out on the both of you!
LIAM McALLISTER: Ohh! I’m so scared! Okay, Kodiak. That’s enough; you can come on back out here. Matthias did exactly as I predicted because I’ve been reading him like a book ever since I walked out here.
Kodiak leaves the locker room and begins walking down the hall. Once he is about 20 feet down the hall, Stacy and Gary can be seen leaving and going the opposite direction.
LIAM McALLISTER: And there goes your wife. I must say, you two are perfect for each other; she’s just as predictable as you are! So you know a little something of my past; big deal! I know your future! You’re gonna drop the ball just like you always do when an opportunity comes your way, and then you’re gonna go home and that disgusting PIG you’re married to is gonna lie with you out of nothing more than pity!
MATTHIAS BARROWS: If you know my future, then you should’ve seen this coming.
With that, Matthias smacks Liam with the microphone! NO! Liam ducks the microphone and smirks at Matthias.
MH: This was supposed to be civil!
Liam tosses his chair to the side and Matthias throws the table aside. As he charges, Liam hits him with a right hand, and Matthias retaliates with one of his own. Liam grabs Matthias by the shirt, Matthias does the same, and the fists are flying between them! Lefts! Rights! Chaos!
BR: These two may not even make it to next Wednesday!
MH: I never thought they would! Get him, Liam! Get him!
Kodiak comes sprinting down the ramp and pulls Matthias away, only to be attacked himself. Liam comes from behind and takes Matthias down and Kodiak clubs him on the back!
MR. TROY: Dammit! Break it up! Somebody get down here!
As Liam and Kodiak continue to pummel Matthias, The Anarchy run out, followed by Jason Drago, Conrad and Erica Black, Duke Taylor, Quinlan Quail, Melvin Brown, The Ninja, Fenris O’Connor, Krewsade, Rocky Hollywood, and Nathan Gibbs.
BR: By god, the locker room has emptied!
Melvin, The Ninja, and Anarchy focus on separating Kodiak towards one of the turnbuckles. Drago, Rocky, Damien, and Dante hold Liam back. Conrad, Erica, Duke, Quinlan, Fenris, and Nathan pull Matthias away until he breaks free and leaps on the pile containing Liam, going straight for the champion! Liam break free and the two of them are throwing lefts and rights again!
MH: Look out, Liam! Get him!
Matthias lands another hit on Liam, who responds by kicking him in the stomach! As the others try to pull Matthias off, Melvin and Drago bump into each other, and the fight is on between them too! Jason ducks a shot from Melvin, but lands one of his own! He is then attacked from behind from The Ninja! As Melvin and Drago continue to go at it, The Ninja eats a right hand from Duke Taylor! Quinlan and Kodiak are throwing hands on each other, and Conrad, Erica, Adonis, and Black Velvet are having their own “Battle of the Blacks!” In the corner, Nathan Gibbs is fighting with Rocky Hollywood and Fenris O’Connor!
BR: The roster has exploded, and Dallas, Texas is loving every second of it!
MH: Who’s gonna break this up?! Mr. Troy will have to call the Texas Rangers to break this up! You know; the cops, not the baseball team.
Matthias and Liam can be seen in the center of the ring, Liam punches Matthias and bloodies his lip, and Matthias decks Liam right in the eye; ensuring battle scars over the week!
BR: We’re out of time here! If you haven’t ordered RELENTLESS, do it now!
MR. TROY: In my hand, I hold the contract that will make the World Heavyweight Championship Main Event of Relentless official next Wednesday night.
The crowd gives out their cheers, excited for the match.
MR. TROY: At this time, please join me in welcoming the challenger, the AWS Television Champion, Matthias Barrows.
The fourth tier of Dancing Mad starts playing throughout the arena as the crowd rises to its feet with cheers of joy and Matthias Barrows walks through the curtain by himself. Clad in a pair of jeans and a grey T-Shirt under his zip-up hoodie He high fives a few fans as he walks down the ramp, then he jumps onto the apron and steps into the ring. He moves one chair out of the way before sitting down in the one that faces the stage and putting his feet on the desk. As the music fades out, the crowd can be heard chanting “Barrows! Barrows!”
BR: This capacity crowd tonight is clearly behind Matthias.
MH: They’re all fools. Liam McAllister is clearly the better athlete.
MR. TROY: And now, introducing the AWS World Heavyweight Champion, Liam McAllister.
Money for Nothing by Dire Straits kicks in and the arena stands to their feet to let out a chorus of boos. After a few moments the music picks up and the booing intensifies as Liam McAllister strolls out on the stage, dressed to the nines as usual. Liam has on a tailored black Versace suit sans tie with the AWS World Title draped over his shoulder to complete the outfit. Flanking Liam is his personal security Kodiak Winters and his manager Luke Clark. Liam and crew stroll to the ring at their own pace making several comments to the fans on their way. The three of them climb into the ring and stand opposite Matthias Barrows.
MATTHIAS BARROWS: Entourage much? Please tell the people here in Dallas, Texas just why you need so many people by your side for little ole me?
The fans let out a huge ovation at the comments of Matthias.
BR: I've been saying it for weeks; this man cannot do anything by himself.
MH: Well rumor has it that you can't piss without assistance, so there's that.
LIAM MCALLISTER: You know what... you're right, for once. You didn't bring your pet dog Stacy down to the ring, so I'll put my animal back in the cage.
As Matthias makes a sour face, Liam turns to Kodiak Winters and leans in telling him something that the microphone doesn't pick up. Afterwards, Kodiak exits the ring and walks to the back.
LIAM MCALLISTER: Is that better, you god damn whining little brat. You sound like a petulant little child who always has to get his way. You begged and you sucked up for all you were worth to get a title shot. God knows what other “favors” you offered up to Mr. Troy to get this opportunity, but there. Kodiak is gone. You feel safer now?
MATTHIAS BARROWS: You may well have just handed me the title shot when you blew up my jet! Even if I would have had to earn it in a match, it’s not like anyone would have stopped me. As for Kodiak, If I were you I would’ve kept him out here because that’s one less reason for me to stay on my side of the table.
MR. TROY: Alright now, both of you take it easy . We’re just here to make it official.
Mr. Troy opens the folder to present the contract.
MR. TROY: Now, Liam, as the champion. I’m going to ask you to be the first to sign.
Mr. Troy slides the contract to Liam, along with a pen.
LIAM MCALLISTER: Well, I am usually the front runner around here, so I guess it makes sense I go first. Plus, I'm the not one who is scared shitless of this match, so my signature isn't going to be a problem. But before I sign shit, I'll have my manager do his job and look over this. I mean, with logic like if I retaliate for an act of unprovoked vandalism it means I get a World Title shot, who knows what kind of bullshit loopholes Matthias might have put in this thing. Luke, do your job.
Liam hands the contract over to Luke Clark.
LIAM MCALLISTER: Now as far as you sitting over there in your seat with that angry look on your face. I see you getting all hot under the collar and you can barely contain yourself. That's all about as predictable as you flopping every time you make it to a main event. I've prepared for this very scenario... in fact I foresaw your anger here. It's just like you to come out here and ruin your one chance. You've been handed a shot at the highest prize in the land on a silver fuckin' platter without one ounce of sweat dripping. You didn't earn shit, but you're getting the shot nonetheless, and it's just like someone of your mental capacity to come out here and ruin the contract signing thus screwing yourself over. I don't want anything to happen to cause this match not to happen at this point. I'm going to make an example out of you... that's the plan.
MATTHIAS BARROWS: No, the plan is I'm going to stick my foot so far up your ass that you're going to be flossing your teeth with my bootlaces.
LIAM MCALLISTER: Pipe down, Marcy. Don't blow your chance. I will walk away right now!
MR. TROY: Liam, this is a sanctioned match that WILL take place at Relentless; with or without you. So, don't pull a Bobby Crane and try to weasel out of this.
LIAM MCALLISTER: I wouldn't dream off it, boss of the year. I'll gladly sign it once my manager finishes looking over it like I said!
Luke Clark hands the contract back to Liam and gives him a nod of approval. Liam takes out the pen and promptly signs the contract and tosses it on the table towards Matthias Barrows.
MATTHIAS BARROWS: Give me one reason why I shouldn't cut you down with this pen right now you little jackass.
LIAM MCALLISTER: You want one, just one reason? How about you take a look at this...
The big screen flickers to life and on screen is Stacy Barrows and Gary the Assassin sitting in Matthias' locker room. Both have a strange look of panic and fear across their faces and as the camera pans out we all come to find out why. Standing before them is none other than Kodiak Winters. Kodiak has a devilish look in his eye and he holds a cell phone in his hand. Back in the ring Matthias Barrows is livid and is about to lay into Liam.
LIAM MCALLISTER: You wanted an excuse? There it is right there! You don't sign this contract right now then I am going to call that beast and have him rip your ugly ass wife to shreds! Go on... hit me... hit me...HIT ME!!
MATTHIAS BARROWS: SHUT THE FUCK UP!!
The crowd roars at Matthias’ response.
MATTHIAS BARROWS: You keep bragging about being the World Heavyweight Champion and you think that that solidifies you as the greatest whoever lived! You know how it FEELS to be champion, that much is obvious! But you’re absolutely and completely CLUELESS to what it MEANS to be champion! I’ve checked you out; I KNOW this is your first world championship. You’ve won one, I’ve won SIX! I know what it means. That championship is a huge honor for the man who proves himself worthy to hold it, but at the same time, it’s a curse Liam!
Matthias picks up the contract and takes one last look at it.
MATTHIAS BARROWS: Believe it or not, you ARE capable of mistakes, and you made a big one when you underestimated me, pal! There IS a reason that Troy picked me for this match, and it’s because he’s sick of you shitting all over what he worked so hard to build and he knows I’m the most qualified to take you down! You’re a cursed man Liam McAllister, and that’s why I’m going to do a huge favor when I relieve you of the curse of the AWS World Heavyweight Championship and show you and everyone who’s ever bled, sweat, and cried to get an opportunity how to handle the pressure when you back up your words!
Matthias flips to the last page and signs on the dotted line.
MATTHIAS BARROWS: You wanted me to sign, and I’ve signed. Now Kodiak Winters has exactly ten seconds to get away from Stacy before I put in a call to the Cartel and have a hit put out on the both of you!
LIAM McALLISTER: Ohh! I’m so scared! Okay, Kodiak. That’s enough; you can come on back out here. Matthias did exactly as I predicted because I’ve been reading him like a book ever since I walked out here.
Kodiak leaves the locker room and begins walking down the hall. Once he is about 20 feet down the hall, Stacy and Gary can be seen leaving and going the opposite direction.
LIAM McALLISTER: And there goes your wife. I must say, you two are perfect for each other; she’s just as predictable as you are! So you know a little something of my past; big deal! I know your future! You’re gonna drop the ball just like you always do when an opportunity comes your way, and then you’re gonna go home and that disgusting PIG you’re married to is gonna lie with you out of nothing more than pity!
MATTHIAS BARROWS: If you know my future, then you should’ve seen this coming.
With that, Matthias smacks Liam with the microphone! NO! Liam ducks the microphone and smirks at Matthias.
MH: This was supposed to be civil!
Liam tosses his chair to the side and Matthias throws the table aside. As he charges, Liam hits him with a right hand, and Matthias retaliates with one of his own. Liam grabs Matthias by the shirt, Matthias does the same, and the fists are flying between them! Lefts! Rights! Chaos!
BR: These two may not even make it to next Wednesday!
MH: I never thought they would! Get him, Liam! Get him!
Kodiak comes sprinting down the ramp and pulls Matthias away, only to be attacked himself. Liam comes from behind and takes Matthias down and Kodiak clubs him on the back!
MR. TROY: Dammit! Break it up! Somebody get down here!
As Liam and Kodiak continue to pummel Matthias, The Anarchy run out, followed by Jason Drago, Conrad and Erica Black, Duke Taylor, Quinlan Quail, Melvin Brown, The Ninja, Fenris O’Connor, Krewsade, Rocky Hollywood, and Nathan Gibbs.
BR: By god, the locker room has emptied!
Melvin, The Ninja, and Anarchy focus on separating Kodiak towards one of the turnbuckles. Drago, Rocky, Damien, and Dante hold Liam back. Conrad, Erica, Duke, Quinlan, Fenris, and Nathan pull Matthias away until he breaks free and leaps on the pile containing Liam, going straight for the champion! Liam break free and the two of them are throwing lefts and rights again!
MH: Look out, Liam! Get him!
Matthias lands another hit on Liam, who responds by kicking him in the stomach! As the others try to pull Matthias off, Melvin and Drago bump into each other, and the fight is on between them too! Jason ducks a shot from Melvin, but lands one of his own! He is then attacked from behind from The Ninja! As Melvin and Drago continue to go at it, The Ninja eats a right hand from Duke Taylor! Quinlan and Kodiak are throwing hands on each other, and Conrad, Erica, Adonis, and Black Velvet are having their own “Battle of the Blacks!” In the corner, Nathan Gibbs is fighting with Rocky Hollywood and Fenris O’Connor!
BR: The roster has exploded, and Dallas, Texas is loving every second of it!
MH: Who’s gonna break this up?! Mr. Troy will have to call the Texas Rangers to break this up! You know; the cops, not the baseball team.
Matthias and Liam can be seen in the center of the ring, Liam punches Matthias and bloodies his lip, and Matthias decks Liam right in the eye; ensuring battle scars over the week!
BR: We’re out of time here! If you haven’t ordered RELENTLESS, do it now!