Sunday Night Combat - Episode #2

Brenden Reynalds: The following contest is scheduled for one fall... And is a Tag Team match!

"The Brass Bonanza" plays over the speaker system, Dennis Driver stepping out of the backstage area.

DA DA DA DADA DADADA

With a bit of a lackadaiscal look on his face, Dennis Driver makes his way down the ramp. People are booing him and he quite obviously has no idea why. If he wasn't wearing his spandex you'd be forgiven for assuming he was...well, not a wrestler at all by the combination of his lack of size and lack of intensity.

Brenden Reynalds: Making his way to the ring, from Mystic Connecticut: Dennis! DRIVER!

Matt Baily: No love lost for this man tonight.

West Newhaven: The fans never seem to see clearly. What we have here is a future main eventer. His teaming with DeFalco is sure to propel him in The RWD.

Surely enough Dennis finally does make his way to the ring, though not at any kind of speed. He climbs the turnbuckle and takes his throwback baseball hat off, pretending to fling it into the crowd a few times before dropping it outside of the ring. After that, he hops back down to the mat as his music dies down and "I'm Sexy and I know It" by LMFAO plays next as Ryan DeFalco makes his way out of the back and flexes his muscles at the top of the ramp. The crowd still boos, Driver clapping for DeFalco from the ring as Ryan starts heading down the ramp...

Brenden Reynalds: And his tag team partner... From Atlantic City, New Jersey: Ryan DeFalco!

West Newhaven: Let me remind you that this is the only man walking into this match with a victory! If he walks out with another, there's first place contender-ship right here!

Matt Baily: But can these two work together to show success against both the in-ring debut of Hayden Phoenix and the fan favorite in John Carter?

As DeFalco reaches the ring, he taunts the fans and hi-fives Driver who looks excited at the upcoming bout. DeFalco's music dies down and in its place starts "I Stand Alone" by Godsmack! John Carter comes out of the back and jumps from side to side, the audience cheering as he stares at the ring and waits at the top of the ramp. Both DeFalco and Driver watch on, Carter's music dying off early as the lights dim, two spotlights shine on the curtain and Carter and "Welcome Home" by Coheed and Cambria begins to play. Hayden has a serious look on his face, pointing to the fans before knuckle bumping Carter as the two walk down the ramp.

Brenden Reynalds: And their opponents... From Seattle, Washington and Hamilton, Ontario, Canada... The team of, John Carter and "The Rising" Hayden Phoenix!

Matt Baily: Hayden Phoenix is a man who's taken the initiative of laying down an open challenge for our first super card. Meanwhile, Carter is looking for vengeance against DeFalco after his stolen victory in a triple threat match on our first card.

West Newhaven: Stolen nothing! That's all I keep hearing from Carter. Did you notice that he's the oldest man in this match-up? Don't you think he'd have learned not to cry about everything by now?!

Phoenix hops up onto the apron and poses, Carter taking the steps and starring daggers into DeFalco who arrogantly smiles back as Driver waves to their opponents mockingly. With the participants in the ring, the bell rings...

*DING DING DING*

Carter decides to start the match off for his team, DeFalco stepping in... Then stepping back out as he laughs this whole thing off and Driver steps in. Carter keeps his stare down with DeFalco, Driver telling him that he's his opponent as the two pace away the ring before tying up. Driver gets behind Carter, Carter hitting an elbow to knock him off before running the ropes where Driver ducks a clothesline and run opposite Carter.

The two are about to connect, Driver jumping with a crossbody, which Carter rolls under. Driver catches himself on the bottom rope before falling to the outside, pulling himself up on the apron and wiping the sweat from his brow while visibly saying "Phew". Driver turns around, Carter already running the ropes and connecting with a running elbow which knocks Driver off the apron and onto the barricade!

As Driver crashes down, Carter charges DeFalco who smartly hops down to the floor and puts his hands up like he doesn't want any trouble. As the two chat, Driver manages to sneak back in the ring, attacking Carter from behind and starting to get in some offense.

West Newhaven: They seem to be playing together fine to me!

Matt Baily: DeFalco's back up on the apron and Driver is... Well, he's in the driver's seat!

Dennis Driver goes through an array of offense, hitting a few knife edge chops before a snap suplex. Driver doesn't understand why he's being booed, the audience not happy with his sneak attack as he pulls John Carter up... And goes for a DDT, which Carter counters smartly! John Carter then takes back control, until Driver hits a Five Hole while the referee is out of position! With Carter back down, Driver tags out to the big man who poses before entering the ring. DeFalco takes his position over Carter, lifting him up methodically before press slamming him and going for a pin!



Carter manages to survive, DeFalco tagging back out to Driver and acting like he's been working so hard in this match-up! With Driver back in, Dennis goes through a gauntlet of headlocks, Carter managing to slowly fight back to his feet from his grounded position... An elbow shot to Driver! And Another! Driver is forced to let go, holding his stomach as Carter leaps to his corner and tags Hayden Phoenix!

Phoenix runs into the ring with a head of steam, knocking Driver down and then DeFalco off the apron! The crowd chant for "The Rising," Hayden measuring Dennis... Hitting a stiff tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! And measuring... A standing moonsault into a pin attempt!



With that, Phoenix picks Driver up... Getting poked in the eye and holding his face while Driver tags out to the back in corner DeFalco. Ryan DeFalco dashes over, Phoenix tripping him on the way in and bringing him to the mat below!

Matt Baily: Will nothing stop Hayden Phoenix?!

West Newhaven: Get up DeFalco, you bumbling idiot! Quit acting like Ray Harlan!

Hayden takes advantage of the grounded DeFalco, lifting him up and bringing him down hard with a collection of suplex variations before noticing that Carter wants back in! Pointing to Carter and to the crowd's approval, Hayden tags out as Carter takes over and focuses on DeFalco!

Matt Baily: Carter looks like he's going to get his revenge after all!

John Carter heads over, DeFalco staggering to his feet where Carter measure him... Picking him up and connecting with "The End!" The crowd goes wild, Dennis hoping off the apron and heading to the back in disgust at his partner's performance as Hayden polices the ring and Carter goes for the cover...

*DING DING DING*

Matt Baily: Driver just left his partner to take that loss! Does Dennis have any pride?!

West Newhaven: Live to fight another day, Matt! Dennis saw this turning to hell and he sure as hell wasn't happy. I'm sure he'll have something to say about his actions in the near future.

Hayden and Carter celebrate in the ring, the crowd enjoying their posing while Driver looks on from the top of the ramp before heading backstage. The show then cuts to an ad-break...

Brenden Reynalds: The following match is scheduled for one fall!

The crowd gives a mixed reaction as senior referee Baskkin Röbbins makes his way down to ringside.

Brenden Reynalds: Ladies and gentlemen please welcome the official for this match, Baskkin Röbbins!

West Newhaven: You’re kidding me, now this guy gets his own entrance?

Matt Baily: Well love him or hate him Baskkin Röbbins is certainly a personality all his own. He has 31 rules of refereeing and rule Number 23 states that he gets his own separate entrance and introduction when he wants it.

West Newhaven: Now that’s all good and well but where’s MY entrance huh Matt? Why does this guy deserve special treatment?

Matt Baily: Well he’s the senior referee, without him the matches would be absolute anarchy and I hear it was recently amended into his contract. If that’s what it takes to keep a veteran presence during the action I’m personally ok with that.

Baskkin Röbbins waves to the crowd as he enters the ring before standing attention for the next match.

The crowd dies down to a quiet rumble. "Sabotage" hits the PA and the lighting begins to pulse along with the song. Alex Arren walks out from behind the curtain with Bekowsky following him. He has on a black leather jacket that just comes below the hip, covering the top of his Owen Hart inspired trunks. As he walks from the back his head is low and he turns to the side. He snaps his head back in sync the addition of Ad-Rock into the song. He walks down the ramp mouthing off to his opponent in the ring while Bekowsky follows to make sure the fans have fixed their gaze upon the future of RWD. As they approach the mat Bekowsky takes his place in the corner, while Alex Arren turns to the camera side. He guides the camera man along before hopping onto the apron to pose with his arms hooked around the ropes. He drops, still holding onto the ropes, and skins the cat into the ring. As his feet touch the ring he spins and once again poses to the opposite side.

Brenden Reynalds: Introducing first, accompanied by William Bekowsky from Sioux City, Iowa weighing 225lbs he is the Sioux-per Troop Alex Arren!

Matt Baily: Alex Arren is looking to get back on track after suffering a tough loss last week against Prince Assad. He fought his heart out but in the end it was his own frustration that cost him, that and Assad using his flag as a weapon!

West Newhaven: Well Prince Assad was smart Matt! He knew what it took to get that much needed victory and get some good early positioning in the Contest of Conquest. Alex Arren had the right idea but he should’ve been a little more slick with his intent.

Matt Baily: I can understand what was going through his head in the heat of the moment but it’s never worth taking shortcuts in the long run. Assad got away with one last week.



"Heavy Metal Machine" by Steel plays over the PA System as Ray Harlan comes out from the back, walks out in view, with a big Cheshire grin across his face. He jogs down the ramp, slapping the hands of any adoring fan who reaches for Ray's adoration.

Brenden Reynalds: And his opponent, from Great Falls, Montana weighing 276lbs Ray Harlan!

He quickly makes it to the ring, and walks up the steel steps and climbs into the ring. He gets up on the nearest turnbuckle and cups his hands over his mouth, yelling out whatever he can to get the crowd up and rowdy. He jumps down and walks to the center of the ring, awaiting for the match to begin.

Matt Baily: Ray Harlan looked impressive in his debut last week when he knocked off Dennis Driver. Ray Harlan has the build of a lumberjack and a heart even greater and tonight he look to extend his winning ways.

West Newhaven: Come on, this guy still lives in his mother’s basement! There’s still hope for Alex Arren but this guy… this guy is a bum! You know how you get that big Matt? From eating frozen TV dinners in front of the TV while you’re sitting in your ass covered in cheeto crumbs! This guy wouldn’t know what exercise was if a dumbbell hit him on the head, he embodies everything that’s wrong with this welfare nation!

As the match begins Harlan takes control early on using his strength and size to his advantage. Arren attempts to stick to his technical base but Harlan manages to escape through his force of strength and answering back with authority. As Arren attempts to put Harlan into a sleeperhold after floating over from a stalled suplex attempt he tries to wrap his legs in a body scissors to try to immobilize Harlan as Bekowski can be heard shouting encouragement from ringside.

Matt Baily: Ray Harlan using his size to his advantage in the early going but Alex Arren certainly showing he won’t fold under pressure early.

West Newhaven: Arren needs to be careful. He can try and choke him out all he wants but right now he looks like a monkey clinging to his back.

Harlan shakes his head as the referee asks if he wishes to give up and runs backwards at full speed into the turnbuckle causing Arren to release his hold and slump into the corner. As Arren recovers and runs towards him Harlan counters with a vicious looking stiff lariat.

Matt Baily: Crash and burn, Ray Harlan quickly answers back with authority. Alex Arren is lucky his head wasn’t taken clean off his shoulders after that lariat!

West Newhaven: Well of course he could, just look at how big he is! Alex Arren looks like a flea or anorexic person in comparison. When you go against a giant you need to take out his base, you need to chop his legs out from under him. Alex Arren is trying to play the big man’s game and right now he’s paying dearly for it.

Arren looks dazed from the hit as Harlan goes to pick him up off the mat. Harlan raises his arms up in a lifting motion as he plays to the crowd before he goes to lift Arren up for a military press who shakes his head in protest. As he lifts him up he manages to lose his grip and Arren counters with a beautifully executed frankensteiner, sending Harlan down head first to the mat.

Matt Baily: Incredible! It looks like Alex Arren managed to shift his weight just enough to get out of that predicament with one of the best frankensteiners I’ve ever seen!

West Newhaven: I’d be surprised if he didn’t suffer a concussion from that impact. Mama Harlan has to be crying her eyes out after that! I hope for her sake that Medicare covers that.

From there Arren controls the next several minutes of the match as he keeps his foot on the pedal taking full advantage of the opening presented to him. He works on the legs of the much bigger Harlan as he delivers precise strikes to the legs in an attempt to neutralize his size advantage as Bekowski claps approvingly at ringside. Arren quickly rolls out of the ring as he grabs Harlan by the leg towards the ringpost who tries to resist by kicking towards his opponent. Arren would not be denied this time as he slammed the leg down harshly on edge of the apron several times before running with all his might into the ringpost, driving the leg mercilessly into it.

Matt Baily: Alex Arren is like a man possessed, the impact of that leg against steel is absolutely sickening!

West Newhaven: He’s like a shark smelling blood in the water. He has Ray Harlan exactly where he wants him now and he has zero intentions of relinquishing the lead now. Go for the kill!

Harlan screams in pain as Baskkin Röbbins checks on him, asking if he can continue who nods as his face is twisted into a painful grimace. Arren continues to strike while the iron is hot however and quickly grabs hold of both of his legs around the ringpost as he puts him in a ringpost assisted Figure Four! Arren wrenches back for all he’s worth as he gains quite the assist from gravity as Harlan sits up from the mat in pure agony!

Matt Baily: Come on, that’s unnecessary! It’s one thing to work a body part over but it’s another thing entirely to try to inflict injury on another! Bekowsky needs to get in there and get the kid’s head on straight, it’s not like he’s fighting Assad!

West Newhaven: Are you kidding me? This is exactly what he needs to do! He’s methodically tearing Harlan a part; he’s tearing his legs up with surgical precision! He has a fire lit under his ass and it’s about time if you ask me!

Matt Baily: I’m absolutely sure using a submission to the outside with aid of the ringpost is NOT in the 31 rules Baskkin Röbbins lives by!

Baskkin Röbbins yells at Arren to break the hold who shakes his head defiantly as he continues to torque the pressure on the legs as much as possible. Bekowsky objects at ringside yelling for Arren to release the hold but it was no avail as Baskkin Röbbins began his 5 count.

1!
2!
3!
4!
FIV-

Arren breaks at the last possible second as some members of the crowd let him have it.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Matt Baily: I could’ve sworn that was a 5 count!

West Newhaven: Baskkin Röbbins never called for the bell so this match is still going! Rule number 15 clearly states that you have until 5 to break the hold!

THAT WAS 5! THAT WAS 5! THAT WAS 5! THAT WAS 5! THAT WAS 5! THAT WAS 5!

Baskkin Röbbins: I DISAGREE!

Baskkin Röbbins defiantly throws up 4 fingers to the timekeeper and the fans in attendance.

Arren however didn’t appear to be done nor did he look all too satisfied. After checking on Harlan again Baskkin Röbbins exits the ring to scold the the Sioux-per Troop over his actions however his eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw him pull the time keeper out of his chair and grabbing hold of it.

West Newhaven: Alex Arren is looking to send a message, he’s going postal!

Matt Baily: I don’t even think he realizes he’s going to get disqualified if he uses that weapon! He’s got a singular focus on cutting Harlan down by any means necessary!

West Newhaven: Sometimes you have to in order to drive a message home! He’s going to make a statement!

Arren appears to completely ignore the warnings from Baskkin Röbbins and goes to swing a homerun hit right at the knee of Ray Harlan and if it weren’t for the Big Bad Bekowsky he probably would’ve. Bekowsky makes the save as he grabs the chair from behind Arren who appears to have been caught by surprise.

Bekowsky: Put it down Alex, you’re better than this! This isn’t the way you should treat your opponents, what ever happened to respect!? Look I get that you’re trying to chop the big guy’s legs down but you’re not in the business of crippling him and taking food off his table!

Arren looks away for a moment as he lowers the chair.

Bekowsky: Alex, give me the chair.

Arren takes one last look at Harlan, his shot still open should he choose to take it but finally relents and hands it off to Bekowsky.

Matt Baily: Finally cooler heads prevail!

West Newhaven: He should’ve taken his shot, it’s not very often you get a free one like that waiting for you.

With the near disqualification averted Arren finally makes his way back into the ring as he goes to drag Harlan away from the ropes for a cover. Baskkin Röbbins slides into the ring to go for the count…

1!
2!
THR/KICKOUT

And it wasn’t just an ordinary kickout but one with authority as he launches Arren back several feet almost causing him to land on the referee!

Matt Baily: And Harlan won’t go down without a fight! He’s got the heart of an ox.

West Newhaven: Arren waited too long on deciding if he should or shouldn’t hit him with the chair. I think all that did was serve to piss him off!

Harlan slaps his hands on the mat and gets up to his feet. As Arren charges at him he gets met by a stiff headbutt! Arren falls to the mat but quickly gets up looking for a quick turnaround as he goes for a very low dropkick to the legs but Harlan sidesteps and counters with an elbow drop! Harlan then yanks Arren up by his hair before transitioning to a grapple around the waist as he hits a thunderous wheelbarrow suplex on the Sioux-per Troop! Harlan quickly crosses both arms and slashes them apart as he waits for Arren to get up.


Matt Baily: Ray Harlan is on fire right now! How he’s able to keep going at that speed despite the damage he took is absolutely amazing!

West Newhaven: He’s fighting through the pain Matt. When that adrenaline kicks in your body is temporarily dull to the immense pain it may be in and you can guarantee he’s going to feel all of that and then some when it wears of, but right now anger is proving to be a very powerful motivator!

Harlan goes to a three point stance as Arren climbs over to the corner, using the ropes to get up. As soon as Arren turns around Harlan charges at him full speed and connects with a Running Corner Body Avalanche. As Arren stumbles forward after the impact Harlan is quick to grab him as he lifts him high in the air for a Military Press Slam, this time connecting!

Matt Baily: Harlan is on the verge of putting this away, does he have enough in the tank to go for the killing blow?

Harlan looks to put this one away however his legs tragically gave out on him in the final stretch, the adrenaline and rage that fueled his furious comeback finally running out, leaving a searing pain in its place. Arren’s eyes light up as he sees what could be his final opportunity to put the big man away as he uses all the strength he can to push himself off the mat. As Harlan tries to get back up however Arren shoots a lightning quick Sioux-per Kick (Savate Kick) to the kneeling Harlan, causing his eyes to roll back in his head. As Harlan hits the mat Arren drops to the mat and crawls over to make the pin, draping his arm over his body.

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3!

Brenden Reynalds: Here is your winner…. ALEX ARREN!

Matt Baily: Alex Arren escaped with a victory tonight after a very intense contest! He certainly got away with one tonight.

West Newhaven: It doesn’t matter if it’s by an inch or a mile; a victory is a victory. Tonight we saw an aggressive side to Alex Arren and if he can refine it he can certainly be a very dangerous threat in the RWD going forward!

Already in his wrestling gear, the cameras open up on Drew Stevenson who is in his dressing room hopping around a little bit to get warmed up and loosened up for his match up tonight. With the crowd booing heavily, Drew stops hopping around as he sees who has entered and the rest of the people see who it is as well.

Travis Rech: Hey thar "champ", are ya ready fer tonight?

Not looking impressed in the slightest, Drew looks directly at Rech and speaks to him.

Drew: What do you want Rech?

Bringing up his hands in a very sarcastic manner, he smiles and tries to sound genuine.

Travis Rech: Whoa, can't ah guy simply wish one of his talent luck?

Taking in a much needed deep breath, Drew exhales a heavy sigh.

Drew: Sure, thanks, now if you would-please get out!

Keeping his hands held up like he is innocent in all of this, Rech turns around and exits the dressing room as Drew shakes his head from side to side and then goes back to warming up. The commentary team announces that Drew will be in action - Next!




Brenden Reynalds - The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

The lights to the arena cut off, the area now engulfed in total darkness before a bright light vanquishes the darkness and the fans are shielding their eyes from its power. Suddently, a public address sounds plays out from the speaker system, "The Preacher" by Jamie N' Commons beginning to play while the light remains shining bright. After a few seconds, the light slowly begins to fade, the crowd cheering loudly as the arena lights return as Drew Stevenson appears on the entrance way. Unlike last time, Stevenson is shown wearing his famous wrestling gear consisting of: Dark green Shute Boxe style shorts, dark green kneepads, boots, and dark green tape around his hands and fingers. Brenden introduces the phenom, as Drew walks down the ramp...

Brenden Reynalds - Making his way to the ring... Weighing in tonight at 250 lbs. and standing at 6'2... Ladies and gentlemen, "The Emerald" DREWWWWWWW STEEEEEEEEEVENSON!

Stevenson reaches the ring, rolling into it from under the bottom rope. He gives notice to the crowd who continue to admire and cheer him on as he simply awaits the next set of tricks from The RWD management...

MSW! MSW! MSW! MSW!

Matt Baily - The crowd is admiring The Emerald, Drew Stevenson once again put into the ring due to his contractional obligations! What does Travis Rech have in store for him tonight?

West Newhaven - You would think guys like Drew and Frank would just give it up, pay their fines, do their jail time, and move on with their lives. This can't be worth getting the shit kicked out of you in front of all these people!

Drew continues to pace, his music dying down when a microphone, booming with an unfamiliar voice takes over in its place.

The Preacher - How daaare your blasphemous choice of music take up the air time on this, the messenger of GAWWWWWWD's debut. That choice of song you have... "The Preacher!?" Well, asketh the lord, and you shall receive!

"How Much Do I Owe" starts to be sung by The Georgia Mass Choir as a number of choir members, in red robes, head out to the top of the entrance way. A little while after they start, The Preacher himself come out of the back. The Preacher is shown holding a bible over his head, yelling for the crowd to join him in prayer as some of them comply while others deny. The Preacher revels in the atmosphere, pulling a yellow "Jesus Towel" from the inside of his suit jacket and wiping the sweat from his brow. A price tag can be seen on the towel, the preacher now trying to sell it off to nearby audience members as Brenden introduces him to the crowd.

Brenden Reynalds - And, his opponent... From Harlem, New York... Weighing in at 246 lbs and standing 6'3... THEEEEEEEEE PREEEEEACHHHHHHHEERRRRRR

West Newhaven - Earlier tonight we saw a trash man, and now we have a holy man. Where are Garland and Rech finding these people?!

Matt Baily - To give you some back story, West. The Preacher was the last member to graduate Garland's training school. Other alumni include "Mr. TNT," who we've seen at our first show. Nikki Lynn, his on and off again girlfriend, and even Michael Smart trained there for a short stint before he turned into the heartless person he is today.

West Newhaven - I see... So this is Garland's answer to The Emerald Academy of Drew's, huh? Well, let's see what The Preacher can do that's got Garland so high on him.

The Preacher reaches the ring, the choir still singing as he shouts to praise his arrival. The crowd has now completely turned on him, thanks to his antics, but continue to appreciate his choir accompaniment. Once in the ring, The Preacher points to his bible, Drew's not amused at this holy man's arrogance as he's told "The Lord will have mercy on his soul." The Preacher's choir finally dies down as they return to the back while The Preacher removes his jacket and tosses it to the outside. He keeps his tie on, but the referee forces him to remove his many rings and necklaces as the match is ready to get underway...




The match begins, The Preacher ready to lock up with Drew who shakes his head at his opponent before complying. Both men meet in the center of the ring, Drew quickly getting behind The Preacher and slamming him to the mat with a belly to back take-down. Drew beautifully floats over, pushes himself up and drops a hard elbow to the back of The Preacher who remains grounded. Drew gets back up, hitting a second elbow before grabbing the head of The Preacher with a side headlock on the mat. The Preacher starts to get to his feet, hitting a few shots to the gut of Drew who is forced to loosen his grip. The Preacher sends Drew Stevenson to the ropes, Drew rebounding with a powerful shoulder block which sends The Preacher right back down!

It's at this point that Drew's face shows a big smile, The Emerald lowering himself over The Preacher and doing a few push-ups off his back!

STE-VEN-SON! STE-VEN-SON! STE-VEN-SON!

Matt Baily - What a show of confidence! Drew Stevenson is telling the world that he's still got his A-game in tact!

West Newhaven - Well, it must be pretty easy to show off your A-Game when you're fed C-Level talent. What could Garland and Rech be thinking!?

The Preacher is embarrassed, swatting backwards while face down on the mat as Drew stops showing off and tells him to get back up! The Preacher pushes himself back to his feet in compliance, cursing under his breath before turning to face Drew who charges in with a hard knee followed by clubbing blows to The Preacher's now doubled over demeanor. Drew pulls The Preacher in, hitting a Fisherman Suplex into a pin!



Stevenson continues his advantage, not wanting to give The Preacher any time to recover. Drew quickly pulls The Preacher back up, connecting with a few knee strikes before looking for a Vertical Suplex - The Preacher falling behind him, hooking under the arms and connecting with the Praise Be! (Bubba Bomb)! As Drew falls over, The Preacher remains in his sitting position and flares his nostrils with an angry glare! The Preacher then gets up in a huff, removing his tie and whipping Drew Stevenson across the back with it!

West Newhaven - There it is! The Preacher's got that Garland temper!

Matt Baily - It seems he's flipped the match into his favor with that one counter! And with the force of that whipping, Drew's back is turning a deep red!

The Preacher tosses his tie to the ground, unbuttoning his top button before pulling Drew up and yelling in his face. Taking too much time, Drew quickly fires back with a right hand! And another! And another! The Preacher is staggered backwards, letting Drew go who shakes off the cobwebs and whips him across the ring... Catching him on the rebound with a Snap Powerslam! The Preacher is grounded, the crowd cheering as Drew starts turning him on his stomach and applying The Missouri Cloverleaf! The Preacher reaches for the ropes, stretching his arm... Before tapping out to the hold as the referee gets Drew to break it!

West Newhaven - So much for showing Stevenson up! It seems giving him time to prepare was a big mistake!

Matt Baily - Yes, but something's not right here. Why didn't the bell ring?

Sure enough, Drew seems to be wondering the same question, Stevenson looking confused when the referee doesn't raise his hand as Travis Rech comes out of the big with a slimy looking smile. Drew catches his breath, Rech waiting on the entrance way as the crowd boos The RWD's CEO...

Travis Rech - Now... Shurely ya didn't think it'd be that easy fer ya. Of course Ah knew ya'd beat The Preacher, Drew. In fact, Ah'm shure everyone in tha audience believed ya had it in ya! But ya see... Yer match ain't over yet... There will be no three points awarded, unless ya can continue ta survive!...

Rech steps to the side, raising his arm to the entrance way as Drew seems irritated and "The Ultimatum" by Jeff Loomis begins to play loudly. The crowd looks on, an unfamiliar tag team coming out of the back. One of the men is holding a torn up looking sack over his shoulder while the other is drinking a forty ounce.

Brenden Reynalds - Ladies and gentlemen, Drew's next set of opponents. Making their way to the ring, from The Local Gas Station and weighing a combination of 490 lbs... Colt-45 and Jim Bean! THE PUBBBLLLLLLICCCCCCC DIIIIIIISAAASSSSSSSTERS!

Matt Baily - The Public Disasters? Are they even sober enough to be wrestling?!

West Newhaven - Now this is what I'm talking about! Drew's gonna have to watch out for their drunken Kung Fu!

The crowd boos, Colt tripping over himself as he walks up to steps and almost falling back down to the floor. Jim enters under the bottom rope, as Colt finally stumbles into the ring and the bell rings once more...



Immediately, the second match begins with a stare-down as Colt drunkenly staggers around and Jim opens his bag to reveal cans of cheap beer. Colt seems excited, Drew catching his breath a bit while Jim tosses Colt one of the many beverages. After catching it, Colt starts to chug while Jim looks on and Drew has had enough! Drew runs over, kneeing Jim in the gut and whipping him into the corner. Colt keeps chugging, Drew running over and hitting Jim with a running elbow! Drew hits a couple more elbow shots, Jim falling to a sitting position in the corner where Drew stomps away. The crowd cheers for him, Colt finishing his beer before tossing the can outside the ring and yelling out with a loud roar!

West Newhaven - He's done it now! Colt's fired up!

Matt Baily - What does this mean for Drew?! Colt-45 looks like he's finally ready to fight!

Sure enough, Colt-45 challenges Drew Stevenson while Jim remains in the corner. Colt and Drew lock up, Colt quickly getting a go-behind and elbowing him in the back of the head! Colt grabs a waistlock, sending Drew down with an overhead belly to back suplex! Once again, Colt yells out drunkenly! Drew is on the mat, Jim finally getting to his feet and Colt heading over and lifting Drew back up. Colt stumbles a bit, but calls over his partner. Jim and Colt both grab hold of Drew, going for a double suplex... And sending Drew back down! Jim with a pin attempt!



Jim tries to direct traffic, Colt looking glazed over as Jim shakes his head and moves back over to his bag. Jim grabs and tosses another can over to his partner, Colt once again chugging a beer as Jim goes to lift Drew - Drew hitting a couple of shots to Jim's gut! Jim is doubled over, Drew back up, pulling him in for a side headlock before kicking out one of his legs and turning it into a rough looking DDT!

Matt Baily - The viciousness from Drew Stevenson! He's like a caged animal!

West Newhaven - Colt's back in! This isn't over yet!

Colt-45 finishes his second beer, Drew turning to meet him as he ducks a wild punch and hits a few right hands! Colt doesn't seem hurt, shrugging off each punch as they connect while Drew gets a go-behind and attempts a sleeper hold! Colt starts fighting Drew's attempt to wear him down.



After a few moments of Colt fighting back, Drew pushes him away and runs the ropes rebounding with a shoulder block! Colt remains standing, Drew trying once more... Colt now staggering! The crowd cheers for Drew as he signals for one more shot, running the ropes one last time and connecting with one more shoulder block which sends Colt timbering to the mat! Drew notices that both men are down, pointing to the corner and climbing to the top... Jumping off in style and hitting a huge Emperor's Fall onto Colt-45! Drew gets back to his feet, noticing Jim is almost standing and kicks him in the gut... Final Conflict connecting! Drew wipes some of the sweat off his forehead, going for the cover!



Once again, the bell doesn't ring and referee Alberto Rios shrugs his shoulders as Rech mockingly claps for Drew's survival thus far...

Matt Baily - Don't tell me there's more! How long can Drew survive?!

West Newhaven - Well, if Rech keeps sending the worst of the worst, how could he ever expect to get anything done? It seems like he's just trying to soften Drew up for something big.

Sure enough, Rech doesn't even say a word, Drew breathing a bit heavy as Rech once again raises his arm behind him while "For Whom the Bell Tolls" by Metallica begins to play to the crowds disapproval!

West Newhaven - Speaking of something big!

Matt Baily - That's Lukas Kage! Kage took a lost at our first show, but it seems he's been given another chance. And, who's that with him!?

Lukas Kage steps out of the back, Miles Blake behind him as Kage heads to the ring.

Brenden Reynalds - And Drew's next opponent... Standing 6'4, weighing 278 lbs. and accompanied by Miles Blake... From St. Louis, Mo, LUUUUUUKKKKAAAAAS KAAAAAAAAAAAAAGE!

Kage reaches the ring, ignoring the crowd and slipping through the ropes. Kage walks into the middle of the ring where he pounds his chest five times with his left arm before throwing both of his arms in the air. Drew still seems ready to go, Kage focusing on him as Blake stands on the outside of the ring and the bell once again rings...



Kage starts talking trash, the powerhouse receiving boos from the audience while Drew steps up to meet him face to face. Drew starts shouting back, Kage swinging with a right hand while Drew steps under and behind. Drew grabs a waistlock, Kage running into the ropes, grabbing the top one and throwing Drew backwards! Drew tumbles to the mat, but rolls back up to his feet and runs in - Kage turning with a huge clothesline! Drew is turned inside out, hitting the mat where Kage grabs him and pulls him up. Drew's out on his feet after that attack, Kage lifting him up and then back down with a Pumphandle Slam while Blake seems impressed with his prospect!

Matt Baily - Miles Blake seems to be excited, but is this really impressive!? Drew's already had two matches here and Kage is just picking the scraps!

West Newhaven - Still, a win over Drew would help put Kage on the map! Why wouldn't you be excited if you were looking to manage this big guy?!

Kage sets himself up in the corner, kicking the rest of Jim and Colt's beers out of the ring as both them and The Preacher remain on the floor outside the ring. Kage pumps himself up, Drew slowly getting to his feet...

Matt Baily - Look out!

West Newhaven - Here it comes!

Drew finally gets up, turning towards Kage who runs forward... Connecting with The Gore!!! Drew hits the ground hard, Kage pinning him to the mat!





Brenden Reynalds - Here is your winner... LUUUUUKKKKAAASSSSSS KAAAAAAAAAAGEEEEE!

Matt Baily - Oh?! And now the bell rings? What a joke!

West Newhaven - Kage has made a statement, Matt! He's taken down Drew Stevenson! Whether assisted or not, that's a huge accomplishment!

The crowd audibly rejects Lukas Kage, Miles Blake rolling into the ring where he celebrates with the big man. Kage ignores the audience reaction, kicking Drew out of the ring where he lands close to The Preacher and Kage raises his arms in victory. Rech calls for a few staff members from the back to help clear the ring area, a big smile on his face as the show cuts away to an ad-break...

Sarah Conner is in the back and she has a smile on her face as she normally does. We look around knowing that she has to have someone with her. We look down and we can see Prince Abdullah Assad and he is praying to his gods. Sarah taps him on the shoulder.

Sarah Conner: Umm... Can I have a moment.

Prince Assad keeps doing what he usually does. He gets up and shakes his head.

Prince Abdullah Assad: CAN I HELP YOU!?

Sarah smiles.

Sarah Conner: I need to speak to you a moment about your match that is about to happen.

Prince Abdullah Assad: I see that, but do you have to bother a man when he is under serenity? When he is with his gods? Come on… Seriously. This is beyond annoying. and I bet if Joe Schmo was out here praying to his gods you’d be fine with it wouldn't you? You wouldn't tap him on the shoulder and ask him stupid questions. You’d let him do it, wouldn't you? No… No… Don’t speak... Women are a lot better when their mouths are closed.

Prince Assad laughs and rips the mic away from Sarah and shoos her away.

Prince Abdullah Assad: Was that a little off color? Did I make an oppsie? I don’t care! She started it, and now she is gone. And now... You can look at this beautiful face. Look, I am going to go out there and fight lil' ole Maxxy and I will beat him. I will take him to the woodshed that you guys talk about! This is my world now and people will have to listen to me as I am your Prince... And I am much better than you!

Assad laughs and walks away throwing the mic down.




Brendan Reynalds: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and the winner will be awarded three points in the Contest of Conquest standings! Introducing first, from Cairo, Egypt… standing at six feet, two inches tall and weighing in at 245 pounds… PRINCE ABDULLAH ASSAD!

Matt Baily: The self-proclaimed “Savior of the RWD” looking to make a statement here tonight over last week’s main-event winner, Maxwell Schneider.

Prince Assad comes out and he carries and Egyptian Flag with him. He raises it high as the fans boo. He has a turban on his head and he has an evil smirk on his face. He slides in the ring and waves the flag around.

West Newhaven: Every match, every superstar is looking to make a statement, you idiot! This match is no different! Not one man or woman on the roster comes in thinking, ‘Boy I hope I suck today!’. Wait… maybe you did, and that’s why you lost your leg!

Brendan Reynalds: And his opponent, from Portland, Oregon… standing at six foot, five inches, and weighing in at 285 pounds, he is “Perfectly Sane”… he is… Maxwell Schneider!



Those ominous beginning electric guitar riffs blare throughout the PA system, and after the first or second "Da na na na na na's", the fans know full well who's a-comin', and many scramble to safety, whilst other braver souls flock to get a closer look at The Portland Madman as he storms down to the ring, throwing things around, swinging his chains, and showing no regard for the safety of anyone, not even himself! He throws his chains into the ring, some chairs, anything loose at ringside.

West Newhaven: Well with all those toys in the ring now, this match might get a bit colorful! The Portland Madman staying true to name, and we might be in for a brawl tonight!

The referee clears out most of the illegal weapons from the ring, before motioning for the bell…

DING DING DING!

Assad moves toward the center of the ring, looking to lockup one on one with the Madman, regardless of the additional 40 pounds that Maxwell is sporting. Maxwell simply cocks his head to the side, sporting somewhat of a twitch tonight, while shaking the ropes in the corner. Assad motions to him, trying to coax him into a lockup to get this match started. Schneider continues to twitch in the corner, but it is apparent that he is also shaking his head “NO”. Unsatisfied with Schneider’s insolence, Assad yells out “INFIDEL!” before charging to Schneider in the corner, driving his shoulder into Maxwell’s gut. Schneider grimaces, yet stays standing and responds with clubbing Assad in the back, dropping Assad to a knee. Schneider clubs again before sliding around the back of Assad. He clubs again, dropping Assad down on all fours. Another club to the back, and Assad drops to his stomach. Maxwell drops to a knee and starts wailing away, swinging his arms wildly into The Prince’s spine, trying to debilitate him early. The crowd eats it up, chanting “USA! USA! USA!”

Matt Baily: I don’t think Assad is going to have the RWD audience on his side any time soon, in any match, West.

West Newhaven: One thing we agree about tonight, Baily! I’m pretty sure that if it came down to Assad versus Ebola, the crowd would be chanting E-BO-LA!

Schneider stops dropping his hammerfists into Assad’s back, only to find that the crowd is loving it. He stands up and chants along with them, only he yells “SCHNEIDER! SCHNEIDER!”, completely oblivious to the fact that the audience isn’t quite chanting his name. He stands and waves his arm in the air, turning his back on Assad, getting the crowd riled further. However, this self-caused distraction gives Assad enough time to get back to his feet, and runs toward Maxwell, hitting him with a bulldog! Schneider goes down to the mat face-first, and the crowd responds with a chorus of boos. Assad gives the “infidel” a fair few kicks to the ribs, before the referee backs him off, trying to enforce a fair contest. Assad argues with the referee, screaming that he wasn’t enforcing the rules as Schneider was crashing down on him only minutes ago. He screams to the referee that that is strike two, referring to his actions last week as well. He shoves the referee aside, and picks up a still-groggy Schneider. Assad whips Schneider to the ropes… Schneider comes back off the rebound and ducks a clothesline attempt from Assad. Schneider keeps running, rebounds off the ropes again and attempts a clothesline of his own… which is also ducked by Assad! Schneider keeps running the ropes as Assad backs away, watching the insanity develop as Maxwell keeps running back and forth, back and forth.

Matt Baily: He’s about to tire himself out right here, West! And I don’t think he even realizes it!

The crowd continues to love it, now chanting Schneider’s name. Assad tires of it, building himself into a rage, and screams “INFIDELLLLL!” once more, and sprints at Schneider. Both men collide at full speed, both dropping to the mat. The referee begins a ten count.

1!

2!

3!

Both men stir around on the canvas, both clearly in pain, and Schneider trying to catch his breath.

4!

5!

Assad gets up to his feet with the help of the ropes, and Schneider finally sits up. Assad, realizing that Schneider will make the ten-count, rushes over to the sitting Maxwell and locks him into a headlock. He wrenches hard on the head and neck of Schneider, hoping to inflict as much pain as possible to the madman. He wrenches hard into the headlock, the crowd booing the entire time. Schneider tries to fight through the pain, waving his arms frantically. He strikes backwards blindly at Assad, trying to break the hold. Assad isn’t giving an inch, trying to squeeze Schneider’s head into oblivion. Schneider fights his way back to his feet, his head still controlled by Assad. Finally, he lands a few strikes to the body, breaking the headlock! Assad shoves Schneider away, then goes for a dropkick!

But no! Schneider dodges and Assad comes up hitting nothing but air! Assad drops to the mat, and Schneider quickly follows up with a good old fashioned elbow drop! He quickly picks Assad back up, and connects with a BIIIIIIG BOOT! He goes for the pin…

1

2

Assad sits up, and Schneider smokes him with a headbutt! Assad goes back down and Schneider pins…

1

2…

Thr-NO! Another kickout by Assad! And Schneider is incensed! He picks Assad up to his feet, pulls him in, and drops him with a piledriver! Assad goes for yet another pin!

1

2…

Thre-YET ANOTHER KICKOUT BY ASSAD! The fans don’t believe it, and begin to boo immediately! Schneider pounds the mat in disbelief! He rolls out of the ring amidst all of the weapons he brought in during his entrance. He looks around and finds his weapon of choice: Assad’s Egyptian flag! He waves it about and gets the fans riled up, chanting “USA! USA!” once more. Schneider grabs a chair as well and tosses it into the ring, while rolling in with the flag. Assad slowly gets to his feet while groggily grabbing the chair. Schneider stands, flag in hand, and now both men are at a standoff!

Matt Baily: Now what?!?! This isn’t a hardcore match! But both of these men have weapons, and the ref doesn’t know what to do!

Schneider looks down at the flag, then back at Assad. Assad also glances at his weapon the chair, before looking at Schneider. Both men seem to be thinking the same thing, and walk slowly toward each other… before exchanging weapons!

Matt Baily: The fans want this to happen, West! Will this become a hardcore match after all?

However, just as Baily finishes his sentence, the referee finally works up the nerve to put a stop to it, and walks over to Schneider, attempting to confiscate the chair! Assad, now clearly with the upper hand as the only man with a weapon, begins laughing as Schneider and the referee get into a tussle over the chair… and the referee takes a hit! Schneider let go of the chair, and the referee accidentally took a shot to the face! He drops to the mat and rolls around covering his face, and Assad sees an opportunity….

Matt Baily: This referee won’t be down for long, West! But until that time, Assad has a clear advantage here!

Assad charges Schneider with the flag and swings… Schneider ducks down low to the mat and Assad misses!

Assad swings again…

THWACK! Assad goes down from a surprise chair shot from Schneider!

Matt Baily: OH MY GOD, WHAT A MOVE BY SCHNEIDER! As he ducked down to avoid the first blow, he actually was able to grab the chair and connect it right to Assad’s head! But now the ref seems to be finally shaking off the cobwebs and looks to be nearly up again! But Schneider could get DQ’d, even if it was self-defense!

Schneider notices the referee stirring as well, and the madman thinks quickly… he tosses the chair between himself and Assad, and drops to the mat, playing possum! The referee stands and sees only both men on the mat and a chair between them, not knowing what to make of the situation!

Almost comically, Schneider feigns being dazed as he crawls over to Assad and goes for a pin…






Matt Baily: Wow. Assad was nearly impossible to put down tonight! It took all but the kitchen sink from the surprisingly quick-witted Portland Madman to take the Prince down tonight!

Brendan Reynalds: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner… MAXWELL SCHNEIDER!!!

Schneider drops the act now, no longer feigning his dizziness. He picks up the Egyptian flag and waves it around, chanting “USA! USA! USA!” as the camera fades to black.