Unstoppable #16: The Return Nobody Expected

”Death By Glamour” hits the speakers. The arena lights start flashing in red and purple, as Red and Purple Shade skip their way to the entrance ramp. Both Shades have wide smiles on their faces. Red Shade raises his hand in the air with his index finger extended, while Purple Shade puts his thumb up and thrusts his arm in front of him. The two of them skip their way down the ramp and slide into the ring, both Shades getting onto different turnbuckles to do their signature taunts. Out of the air, Blue Shade descends down to the ring, his cape spread

Gavin Grey: The following match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the MSW Tag Team Championship! Making their way to the ring first, accompanied by the Blue Shade weighing in at...

The announcer trails off, unable to read the rest of the index card.

Gavin Grey: ... uh they are the challengers, The "Evil" Shades!

"With blood and rage of crimson red, ripped from a corpse so freshly dead, together with our hellish hate, WE'LL BURN YOU ALL! THAT IS YOUR FATE!"

The Red Lantern oath echoes out, spoken by the God of Anger herself, Artemis Kaiser. A shade of red lingers among the arena. Glimpses of the audience are shown next, seeing their intrigue. Some bear obvious disgust in the woman that is about to come out. They know of her; they bore witness to her reign in MSW. Now she falls upon them again. The lights go out, before the screeching guitar of "Sonne" by Rammstein abruptly interrupts any thoughts.

"ᴇɪɴs, ᴢᴡᴇɪ, ᴅʀᴇɪ, ᴠɪᴇʀ, ғᴜɴғ, sᴇᴄʜs, sɪᴇʙᴇɴ, ᴀᴄʜᴛ, ɴᴏɪɴ, ᴀᴜs."

As the final number rings out, the lights begin to fluctuate at an alarming rate, white and a dark shade of blue. Artemis comes from the back, MSW Women's Championship in tow. The hood of her Greg Jackson MMA hoodie shrouds her face. She stands on the stage, soaking in the cascade of boos that follow her appearance. In one defiant motion, she makes the boos intensify. She raises the championship high into the air, allowing a glimpse of her face, or rather, her demented smirk. She begins her march down to the ring.

Announcer: "Making her way down to the ring, weighing in at 135 pounds, fighting out of Mount Pearl, Newfoundland, Canada, she is the God of Anger and your MSW Women's, Pure 15, and Tag Team Champions, Artemiiiiiis Kaiiiiseeeeeeer!"

Artemis has made it to the end of the ramp. There, she removes the hood, revealing not only her scars, but also the empathetic red streak across her face. She once again raises her championship high into the air, before roaring out. She leaps onto the ring apron and enters the ring. She places her championship upon her shoulder, before ascending the top turnbuckle. There, she looks out towards the crowd before roughly turning her attention to her opponent. With a scowl, she drops from the turnbuckle. She begins her preparations for the upcoming match up.

Gavin Grey: And her tag team partner...

The Shades waste no time as Red and Purple strike out like a pair of pit vipers as the referee calls for the bell.

Smith: The Shades are wasting no time going after Artemis.

Bradford: Can you blame them? She's The Champion For Life! She holds every single piece of gold right now minus the MSW Heavyweight Championship, they need to get the jump on her early and often to even stand a remote chance.


The referee tries to assert control but the Blue Shade quickly distracts him. He has a hot dog from the vending stand and he demands mustard! The referee asserts that he is not the one he should be talk to about that but the Blue Shade will have none of it as he demands more mustard with a booming voice. While the referee is preoccupied the Shades have managed to get Artemis Kaiser into a corner and are trying to play rock, paper, scissors to determine who has the first crack at the champion. Artemis throws a flurry of kicks and hard elbows as the Shades stagger back in shock as she follows up with a series of vicious knife edge chops to each. Disoriented the shades apparently begin to succumb to the Champion in what appeared to be a handicap match but sensing the plight of his fellow Shades the Blue Shade hopped up on the apron in protest to the referee.

Smith: The Blue Shade is trying to get the referee's attention again, this is utterly ridiculous!

Bradford: Ridiculous? It's Genius! How can you accuse someone asking for mustard on their hotdog of any nefarious schemes? He's buying Red and Purple the time they need to regroup and get their act together. Granted it'll take a lot more than a simple series of distractions to get one up on Artemis Kaiser but it's better than running head first towards the pits of hell!

Smith: That's an understatement. Going into the match the Shades were set at heavy underdogs with +1800 odds! Nobody is giving them a snowballs chance.

Bradford: And they're right! Peyton or no Peyton Artemis is a Dynasty in her own right!

Artemis saw this and quickly hits a Falcon kick (Running Single Leg Dropkick) to the Blue Shade causing him to drop his precious hotdog. Purple staggers over to protest to the ref as Red appeared to bend over with his back to his opponent. Artemis seeing her prey in such a vulnerable state opted to go for Red instead looking to connect with the First Crusade (Rolling Elbow) only to catch a fireball to the face as Red turned around with his best hadoken impression.

Bradford: FIREBALL! RED MANIFESTED A FIREBALL FROM THE REALM OF SHADES! THE LEGENDS ARE REAL! I TAKE BACK EVERYTHING BAD I'VE EVER SAID ABOUT THEM!

Smith: Relax Bradford, it's just the ole' flash paper trick.

Bradford: Stop trying to be a junior mythbuster Smith! He just used a damn fireball in the middle of a wrestling match! If he used flashpaper where's the evidence!?

Smith: That's the point! Flash paper burns rapidly and it's easy for a wrestler to hide a lighter in their trunks. It's highly illegal but nearly impossible to prove unless the referee catches it the moment it happens.

Bradford: Why don't you just want to believe? We're witnessing a real life wrestling miracle right in front of our eyes!

Seeing that the advantage was now in their court Purple turned around as Blue managed to now regain the referee's attention as he gave him an out pour of outrage and plight at his hotdog and demanding that the referee buy him a new one. Red and Purple with their eyes wide stare at one another with a grin as they start bouncing around with alternating feet before they begin to hop on one foot in a circle around Artemis Kaiser before dropping down for the Double W.O.R.M. before dropping down with dual throat chops in stereo. Red quickly goes for the cover as Purple and Blue both urge the referee to drop down for the cover. 1...2...thr/kickout.

Bradford: NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS! THE SHADES HAVE DONE IT! THE SHADES HAVE DONE IT! MSW WILL NEVER BE THE SAME AGAIN!

Smith: The referee never called for the bell, Artemis kicked out just in the nick of time!

Bradford: You got to be kidding me!

Smith: Mike Maddix is waving it off, this match isn't over!

Bradford: The Shades need to keep on the gas and put this one away.

Smith: It'll take more than a Double Worm to put Artemis away, the Shades have the numbers advantage right now but their window is rapidly closing the more they celebrate a false victory. If Artemis regains her composure she's going to fire off on all cylinders and put them into a world of pain. This is the same woman that broke Shawna Martinez-Washington's neck to win the MSW Women's Championship and she was a dominant champion in her own right.

The Shades believe they won the match and Red and Purple start jumping up and down in giddy delight. They dart out of the ring and grab the tag team championships and start parading around the ring with the belts much to the referee's protest. The Blue Shade claps in approval like a proud father as they start to head up the ramp together with the belts. Blue pulls out a bottle of champagne from under the ring and pops the cork as he starts to spray it all over the crowd but the celebration was short lived once Peyton Kaiser unexpectedly attacks Purple and Red from behind.

Smith: Peyton Kaiser, MSW's Personal Villain! He's come to answer the call!

Bradford: Was there any doubt? Did you think he'd abandon his family's legacy?

Smith: Cameron and Peyton disappeared without a trace quite a while back and Giant's efforts to reach them went unanswered in the lead up to the resurrection of MSW.

Bradford: What matters right now is that he's here and that the Kaiser Dynasty is one step closer to being whole again. The outlook of this match just changed drastically and The Shades chances just went up in smoke!

Peyton violently slides Red and Purple into the ring into the bloodthirsty gaze of Artemis Kaiser. She hits Red with a swift Enter the Dragon (Flying Side Kick/Bruce Lee's Dragon Kick) before she tosses Purple into the corner and unleashes the most unsettling Hate Parade MSW has ever seen. Peyton tags in off a blind tag as Red gets up only to get blindsided by Peyton's Lights Out (360 Roundhouse kick) into a First Crusade by Artemis only for Purple to immediately suffer the same fate. Each Kaiser picks a Shade and pins them as the referee, having lost complete control of the match long ago drops down and slaps both hands against the mat to count the pins. 1, 2, 3.



Winners and STILL Tag Team Champions: The Kaiser Dynasty

Smith: It looked scary there for a minute but somehow, someway the Kaiser Dynasty survives.

Bradford: I have to admit I underestimated the Shades. It was a classic trap match and the Shades were just one move away from arguably sealing the deal.

Smith: But love her or hate her you got to give it up to Artemis Kaiser, and Peyton too.

Bradford: You up me a hundred bucks Smith, I told you he'd show up.

Smith: A broken clock is right twice a day. Still one has to wonder exactly what kind of mental state Peyton Kaiser must be in. He hasn't been seen or heard from in a while, what would cause him to suddenly end his seclusion?

Bradford: I wouldn't get too confident if I was Marie Porter by this performance though, if anything this is going to just motivate the God of Anger to turn it up a few notches.

Smith: For once you and I are in rare agreement. Marie Porter definitely has a shot, no doubt about it but I think Artemis Kaiser is far from running on empty at this point.

Artemis Kaiser had rolled out of the ring at this point to grab her collection of championships as she snatched a mic from the time keeper.

Artemis Kaiser: This was only the beginning of my conquest. Try as hard as they might the Shades proved to be no match for me. I hope you were taking notes Marie, the Hate Parade is in full swing and it's coming for you.

With a maniacal laugh she dropped the mic as she and Peyton made their way up the ramp as MSW cut to commercial.

As the viginette for Delsin Oswald finishes airing IC3 can be seen in his office surrounded by his assistant and what appear to be a few "Yes" men. All the photos even remotely related to Danny or Drew Stevenson have already either been taken down from the walls or had tarps taped over them with a big portrait of IC3 himself hanging on the wall. The chatter quickly dies down as IC3's smile fades , instantly replaced with a scowl and a look of disgust on his face.

IC3: And exactly who let you into MY building? Who do you think you are bursting into my office like this unannounced? Go through my secretary and take a number just like everyone else.

The crowd erupts into cheers as Scotty Addams steps into view.

Scotty Addams: No, just who in the hell do you think YOU are? Look, I'm glad MSW is back even if some corporate stooge is at the helm but where do you get off on insulting the fans? Kicking Drew Stevenson out of OUR building?

IC3: Ours? I beg your pardon?

Scotty Addams: Yes, OUR building. You may have bought the company but you've contributed absolutely nothing to its success so far. From Alex Squared, Giant, to all the guys and girls in that locker room and especially the fans, WE created every bit of success you're just now profiting off of. If it wasn't for Drew and Danny Stevenson there would be no MSW, they were on the ground floor and put everything into motion. It was because of them that we even had a chance to build something special and I'm not going to just sit in the back and watch you shit all over the legacy and history of this company!

IC3: Expect a two thousand dollar fine in the mail. I made it very clear from the beginning that I didn't want to even HEAR the name Stevenson for the rest of this night. As for this...

He motions swirling his index finger in the air.

IC3: You want to get smart with me and show up uninvited to my show? Well today's your lucky day Mr. Addams, it just so happens that you have a match coming up next. Good luck and win with class Scotty, you're going to need a lot of both tonight.

Kiss it Goodbye" plays through the speakers and LeBroc comes in a casino style leather jacket. The attire represent his city's gambling culture which Las Vegas is well known for. He makes his way down the ramp and slides inside the ring. He then kneels down at the centre and raise his finger upwards," Believe in the Harris's luck ".

Gavin Grey: The following match is the Lebroc Harris Inivtational! Introducing first, from Las Vegas, Nevada weighing 210lbs..."The Rebel" Lebroc Harris!

Smith: I missed the Lebroc Harris Invitational.

Bradford: Since when did you become a fan of Lebroc Harris?

Smith: I never hated the guy, he's a bit insecure but he's technically sound. For those unaware near the end of our last season Lebroc Harris would issue an open challenge in an effort to prove he was the best technical wrestler in all of Missouri with his eyes set on Drew Stevenso-

Bradford: Hey hey hey! Didn't you hear the boss? No more Stevensons. You're going to get me fined sitting next to you on commentary. I don't know if Lemoneater here can beat the Brick Wall though.

Smith: And why wouldn't he have a shot to?

Bradford: You're kidding me right? He looks like he could eat three stacks of him for lunch!

Smith: If size was the only factor we'd be like the NBA with a bunch of Shaqs, Yao Mings and Gheorghe Mureșans.

Bradford: Who?

Smith: Gheorghe Mureșan, Google him, he was seven foot seven.

Lebroc Harris: It's now time for Season 2 of the Lebroc Harris Invitational! Last season I proved a lot of doubters wrong. I TOLD YOU ALL that I would make Daniel Smart tap out and I did. I made Chris Alans squirm and snap in the middle of this ring and if he's got the guts I'll make him tap again! And if Jay B didn't jump me like a coward when I wasn't ready I would've made him tap out too! So feed me the next victim, step up to the plate and meet your fate!

The camera then cuts back to the hallway in the back focusing on a door with the letters “JANITOR” in all bold displayed on it. “Gay Bar” by The Electric Six hits the arena as the door swings open, Chris Alans stumbling out as brooms and mops fall over as he emerges. In a fit of frustration Alans grabs one of the brooms and snaps it in two over his knee and throws it at the ground. Alans storms through the hallway and bursts through the curtains to a pair of sparklers waiting for him by stagehands as he lowers his head before striking a “Magnificent” muscular pose showing off his physique wearing a cheesy grin.

Gavin Grey: And his opponent from Monterey, California, weighing 285lbs he is The Brick Wall… CHRIIIISSS ALLAAANNNS

Bradford: Look at that magnificent physique! Look at that… oh who am I kidding is that a beer gut I see in that singlet?

Smith: I'm getting a sense of deja vu here, didn't you say that exact same thing on the first Unstoppable?

Bradford: Sometimes the more things change the more they stay the same.

Alans takes his time walking down the ramp posing along the way to the displeasure of the crowd before he finally walks up the steps and enters the ring. Alans gets in the face of Lebroc Harris in the ring, flexing in front of him trying to intimidate him. Referee Mike Maddix tries to get inbetween the two but Lebroc wasn't going to take any of Alans crap today and he kicks him hard right in the kneecap turning the brick wall's face red in anger.


As the match starts abruptly Alans tries to chase Lebroc in the ring but due to his age and his poor physical conditioning almost in comical fashion. Whenever it looked like Alans was about to catch Lebroc he gets kicked hard in the kneecap as he yells loudly in anger, the vein in his forehead looked ready to pop as his face looked cherry red with anger and embrassement. Lebroc ducked in and out of the ring in an effort to wear out The Brick Wall as Maddix looked absolutely frustrated as his count was constantly broken and restarted and Alans tried as hard as he could to catch up but ended up winded with his hands on his knees on the outside as Lebroc slid back into the ring and moved towards a corner.

Smith: The crowd is loving every single minute of this match.

Bradford: That Lemoneater is making a mockery of this sport! This isn't some Tom and Jerry Happy Hour! I'm no fan of Chris Alans but this is a bit much!

Smith: Lebroc Harris is using The Brick Wall's physical conditioning or lack there of against him. The big man is winded and he's huffing and puffing but he can't seem to blow the house down.

Bradford: Definitely going a little heavy on the Olive Garden there. I swear did he even wash that singlet since last season? I can smell rancid onions and moldy cheese from here.

Smith: I'm not sure if you want the answer to that Bradford.

Alans finally catches his breath and slides into the ring as Lebroc Harris is busy playing to the crowd. Seeing his one moment of offense shining right in front of him he dug in deep to what reserves of energy he had and charged full speed looking to hit the Brick Wall Special (Stinger Splash into the corner).

Smith: Chris Alans looking for that patented Brick Wall Special.

Bradford: Has he ever actually hit someone with that move?

Smith: On TV? No. But there are rumors on internet message boards that he did actually connect with that move in 2005.

Bradford: 2005? So you're telling me it's been 11 years?

Smith: Well you can't say he's never connected with the move but one can imagine he was in much better shape back then too.

Bradford: The drought is about to be over, that Lemoneater isn't even paying attention!

Lebroc however could hear the rumbling behind him and wisely ducked out of the way as Alans went chest first into the turnbuckle. Lebroc kicks him hard in the knee once more as he backed up before following up with a "Yes!Yes!Yes" combination (repeating kick to the chest to a kneeling opponent followed by roundhouse kick). Lebroc wastes no time locking in the Brockenstein submission(Omoplatta crossface) shortly after as Alans immediately taps out.

Winner (by submission): Lebroc Harris

The single guitar riff of "Trenches" by Pop Evil hits the sound system as the lights dim. A quick flash of white and bright green lights flicker before settling in front of the curtain. At the 13 second mark, Duke Andrews steps from behind the curtain, standing at the center of the stage. Wearing a black sleeveless t-shirt with "Epitome of Perfection" written in a script font across the chest. His right hand in the air.

"No time to hide
I'm alive on the inside
Breaking up my mind on the front lines
When I survive, when I survive another day
This great divide
Side by side on the inside
Breaking up our minds on the front lines
Never again, never again will I be denied
Here I come"

Duke has made his way down the ramp and to the ring.

Gavin Grey: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, weighing in at two hundred and twenty three pounds, standing six feet four inches, from Grand Rapids, Michigan....the Epitome of PERFECTION....DUKE ANDREWS!

Smith: Duke Andrews is a veteran of this business, having wrestled in mainstream promotions across the United States for most of his career.

Bradford: Giant and Frank Washington sure made one hell of a deal getting this veteran to sign onboard. He's got great name value and he's got national exposure.

Smith: Absolutely. I've had the privilage of seeing this man wrestle in North Carolina before and to say he was a beloved and decorated athlete there was an understatement. He's going to give anyone that steps inside that ring a run for their money.

Duke hits the top turnbuckle of the ring furthest from the ramp with his right hand back in the air.

"I've waited all my life to get out of trenches
I'm ready to fight for what I believe you can steal from me
I won't take this
Gonna fill these trenches
And stand up
Wake up"

[The stage fills with a thick billowing fog as the sound of a motorcycle rolling up and stopping at an idle is heard. Over the P/A system, we hear the voice of the late Johnny Cash as heard in the song "The Man Comes Around..."]

#...And Behold a pale horse and his name that sat on him, was Death and Hell followed with him.#

[The lights around the steel girdered Entrance Arch dim. Amber and red emergency lights start spin to cast a diffused orange glow a short distance through the fog. A figure is silhouetted by this light, seated atop a rumbling motorcycle. Johannes Eckerström of Avatar screams "Hail the Apocalypse" by Avatar screams through the house PA, jump cutting to the 1:15 mark in the song.]

#HAIL THE APOCALLLLYYYYYYPPPPPSSSSSSEEEEE!!!!

[With a rev of a loud Harley engine, the fog is parted by the forward motion of a tattooed Jack Nomad riding upon the back of a pearlescent white and chrome Harley Davidson Fatbob Motorcycle, a barbwire wrapped and electrical taped silver mop handle wedged in between the frame and the exhaust pipes. His attire consists of a hooded, patchwork leather vest decorated with the word "PALE HORSE" on his shoulders, a small red blood spattered chess knight on the right breast pocket, black leather tights done in similar fashion to his vest, maroon boots with silver knee and kick pads, and tape on his fists. Seated behind him wearing a tight black pants, a leather halter top, motorcycle boots, and studded leather bracers ]

Gavin Grey: MAKING HIS WAY TO THE RING! HE STANDS AT 6 FOOT ONE AND WEIGHS IN AT 220 lbs. HAILING FROM JERSEY CITY, NEW JERSEY....

[He doesn't make a big display by riding around the ring. He pulls in, parking the bike off to the left from the entrance arch. He turns the key on the bike and slips it in his vest pocket. Jack slips off fo the bike, removing the barbwire wrapped mop handle in the process. Nyx follows in suit and saunters her way up the ring steps as He turns and slides over the apron and into the ring, where he promptly hops to a stand.]

Gavin Grey: ACCOMPANIED BY NYX... HE IS THE PALE HORSE... JACK NNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAADDDDDD!!!

Bradford: Now this is a guy that's chompin at the bit for a fight!

Smith: Jack Nomad has left a trail of bodies in his wake throughout his career, most recently engaging in a heated rivalry with MSW Alumni Tommy Angel in the North Eastern United States. According to eyewitness reports the entire thing started at a bar and esclated rapidly from there. They damn near tried to kill each other before it was all said and done.

Bradford: And do you know why? The man is hungry. All he cares about is leaving destruction and pain in his wake. I can see it in his eyes, hatred personified. He's definitely the last person you want to come across in a dark alley.

[He throws his hood back to reveal his slightly crooked nose and dark brown eyes. Long stringy black hair hangs in his face as he lowers his head forward to glare at the camera from beneath the ridge of his brow. Jack then throws his arms out at his sides, fists clenched tightly with the mop handle held firmly in hand and spins around to scowl at the audience. Behind him, Nyx presses herself against his back, nuzzling her face against it as she runs her fingers down his torso, unsnapping the clasps of his vest.]

[Jack turns and plants a deep kiss on his twisted little lover's black painted lips. He removes his vest and hands it over to Nyx who slips it over her shoulders with a smile. The Pale Horse starts pacing back and forth in the ring, anxiously awaiting his opponent. Nyx ducks out of the ring and walks over to Jack's motorcycle. She sits upon the leather seat, palms resting at either side as she crosses her legs.]


Jack Nomad and Duke Andrews waste no time exchanging blows in the middle of the ring with no love lost between the two in the lead up to the match. As each man exchanges blows with one another Jack Nomad manages to hit a vicious MMA Style elbow shot to the head, and he follows up with several more as he tries to draw blood early. He manages to get Duke Andrews backed up into a corner and switches to more of a boxing style as he delievers a barrage of body blows and hooks to the head to keep him off balance. The referee tries to intervene with the obligatory 5 count with Nomad backing off at the count of 4 before going back to the corner and returning to the MMA styled elbow shots to the head. Finally busting Duke open the referee again resorts to the 5 count as Nomad again stops at the count of 4.

Smith: Nomad wastes no time drawing first blood.

Bradford: He's wasting no time sticking it to the 12 year veteran. Jack Nomad can strike with the best of them and right now Duke Andrews is getting a front row seat to the School of Hard Knocks.

Nomad looks to go back to the turnbuckle one more time looking for the hat trick but Duke quickly battles back with a knife edge chop, and another and another as he fights his way out of the corner before irish whipping Jack Nomad back into the very corner he just fought out of. Duke quickly climps onto the second rope as he starts raining down with a thundering barrage of right fists to the head as the crowd counts along with each punch. Once he reaches 9 he pauses for just a moment to build suspense in the crowd before finally connecting with the 10th as he hops off the turnbuckle and waits for Nomad to stumble forward. As Nomad stumbles towards him he catches him with a quick snap suplex to send him crashing to the mat.

Smith: Duke with the hard rights and lefts now followed up by a beautiful snap suplex.

Bradford: Duke may be the better technical wrestler but he doesn't have that hunger like Nomad does. He's already been on that ride to the fabled mountaintop. He's surpassed the valleys and foothills and he's become content with his status in the industry. He's just going through the motions if you ask me.

Smith: Have you ever watched a Duke Andrews match in your life? Listen to yourself.

Bradford: Yes I have, are you forgetting that I used to manage TJ Bryce? I've been a manager and an advocate myself. When I looked for clients I always looked for the guys that had that certain glimmer in their eye, a hunger for success. TJ Bryce had that hunger, Jack Nomad has that hunger but Duke has already had his fill.

Smith: I won't take anything away from TJ Bryce as a wrestler but you're dead wrong about Duke Andrews. He's paid his dues and has taken his fair share of lumps and bumps and he never had anything handed to him. You don't earn a moniker like Perfection Personified by resting on your laurels.

Duke Andrews goes for a a quick pin but only manages to get a 2 count. Duke tries to stay on the attack as he goes to pick Nomad off the mat but only manages to get a throat thrust for his trouble, making him stumble back. As Nomad returns to a vertical base he hits another throat thrust followed up with another and another before irish whipping him to the ropes and connecting with a vicious lariat that nearly turns him inside out. Nomad drops to the mat and goes for the pin but manages to only get a 2 count himself. Without blinking for even a moment Nomad returns to work as he picks Duke up by his head and drags him to the turnbuckle as he smashes it against the turnbuckle repeatedly as the referee begins his 5 count. Jack Nomad abruptly stops at 4 as he turns his attention to the ring as the two begin to argue.

Bradford: Nomad has got his foot on Duke's throat and he's refusing to let him catch his breath.

Smith: Nomad has no regard for the rules, there's giving it your all and leaving everything in the ring and then there's... this. This isn't supposed to be some bar brawl this is supposed to be a professional wrestling match.

Bradford: You say that like he cares about winning! A man like Jack Nomad would be in prison for what he does to people if he didn't do it in the middle of a Missouri State Athletic Commission sanctioned ring. All Nomad knows how to do is fight and he does a damn good job of it. Rules weren't meant to hold the strong down to the will of the weaker competitors.

Smith: Rules were meant to enforce a strict set of guidelines as a matter of respect between two or more competitors as well as to decrease the risk of serious bodily injury.

Bradford: Cry me a river why don't you. Personally I think it's great watching that smug Duke Andrews finally get what's coming to him.

The referee makes his case about keeping the match clean and to keep the action away from the ropes, the referee suddenly falling silent as Nomad steps in front of him and stares him down. He grabs the referee by shirt and quickly backs him up to the ropes and the referee appears to be momentarily frozen in fear.

Smith: He should be disqualified immediately! He can't put his hands on an official!

Bradford: Yeah and you're going to stop him? You and what army?

Smith: This is absolutely disgusting and I can't believe you're condoning this. The man is only trying to do his job.

Bradford: Well maybe he should man up and call for the bell then. He could do that but he'd probably have to explain to his family how he broke his nose and eye socket later. I don't think the ole' "falling down the stairs" excuse would be valid here.

After shoving the referee away Nomad returns his attention to Duke as he whips him against the ropes catches him in a samoan drop. Duke Andrews however much to Nomad's shock rolls through with the move and manages to pin his arms against the mat from behind as the ref counts the pin. 1, 2, thr/kickout. Nomad sits up with a look of shock on his face.

Smith: Duke nearly stole it here with that veteran awareness. He used Nomad's own momentum against him.

Bradford: But at what price? You can't exactly take a samoan drop like that and not expect to feel it in the morning. Duke Andrews has got to be feeling like a stuffed pig right now.

Nomad attempts to quickly regain his baring but Duke Andrews seizing the opportunity for what it was managed to catch him in a triangle lock. Nomad was desperately trying to reach the ropes but he was dead center in the ring and it appeared he was dead to rights if he couldn't make it to the ropes. Nyx looked on nervously from atop the bike as the referee kneeled next to him asking if he wanted to give up. Nomad attempts to lift him up for a powerbomb counter but Duke managed to lock it in too tight and too fast having had the quicker reflexes to catch him by surprise. Having no choice Jack Nomad taps out on the mat.

However the match wouldn't end here as Nyx took the initiative to give her man an assist as she hopped off the bike and onto the apron to catch the refs attention before Nomad tapped out.

Smith: That should be the match right there but that harlot had the nerve to insert herself into the match.

Bradford: Harlot? Come on Smith, she's looking out for her man. For a man that constantly preaches about 'doing the right thing' you certainly have a problem with it when someone you don't like is trying to do it.

Smith: Her 'concern' isn't the issue, it's the fact that she's robbing Duke Andrews of a hard earned victory right now. She can check on Jack Nomad after the match. She has no business being out here.

Bradford: As his significant other she has every right to. Come on Smith, what ever happened to Winning With Class? Why haven't you bought into IC3's system yet? Danny's gone, get with the program.

Duke releases the hold after becoming suspicious as the bell to end the match never rang. As Duke looks up he realizes the referee never saw Nomad tap and makes his case to the referee, slapping his hands several time trying to sell the submission to the referee. The referee however has none of it and says if he didn't see it it never happened. Nyx having accomplished her mission coyly hops off the apron to let the two men bicker and argue. At this point Nomad was already coming back to life on the mat at this point unbeknownst to Duke and by the time Duke was wise to the situation his window of opportunity had officially closed. A rejuvenated Jack Nomad quickly catches a surprised Duke Andrews in a twisting wrist lock quickly followed by a series of repeated side kicks to the hip and outer thigh followed by with a swift kick to the elbow, before finally finishing this vicious combo with a hard stomp to the side of the knee. Stunned and momentarily crippled Nomad with a swift slash across his throat hit him with a devastating Spine Jacker (High speed Spinning Snapmare Driver).

Smith: Dammit, no! No! Not this way! Not this way!

Nomad covers the motionless Duke Andrews as the referee drops down to count the pin 1, 2, 3.

Winner: Jack Nomad