Unstoppable #19

“TRACY! TRACY!”

One of MSW’s more recent signees and one that has been on an absolute tear as of late had just gotten out of an older modeled Ford F150- Tracy Race had the night off from active competition but much like the rest of the roster, he’d be there in person to watch the show and support his roster mates. As he turned and gave off a wave to a few fans that called out to him—chaos had erupted. A man jumped the steel barricade set up and completely floored one of the security guards that was positioned to protect the talent with a right hand—before Race could turn from the fan’s shouts and pleads—the man grabbed Tracy by the back of the head, with all force he had he launched Race forward and put his head into the fender of the truck.

“WHAT THE HELL! NO! WE NEED HELP!”

The voice of the fan who shot the footage- a man named Reggie was panicking as they didn’t know what was going on. Race’s legs buckled beneath him after that shot as he was face down on the pavement. The man sat Tracy up security flooded from the door, but before they could reach the area in full sprint- the perp put Race’s head up against the truck’s front tire- - took a few steps back and sprinted forward again, putting the sole of his foot across Tracy’s face giving a pretty sick whiplash motion.

“SOMEONE CALL THE COPS!”

Security tried to reach the dude attacking Tracy but it was a fruitless venture as by the time they reached the action, the man—who had a zipped up black hoodie had disappeared as quick as he appeared, leaving them… wordless. From the shot of an unconscious Tracy Race, we cut within the arena to Alex Smith and Alex Bradford- Smith looked concerned and even Bradford seemed to be disturbed by what he had seen.

Smith: Ladies and gentlemen- we apologize if that offended anyone but felt it was absolutely necessary to not insult the fan’s intelligence. We work in an industry where sometimes that very fine line can be blurred, and what you saw.. was just that. We have no information on who attacked Tracy Race—security camera footage is being dissected as we speak… but we would like to wish Tracy a very speedy recovery. The extent of his injuries is not yet known, but we do know that early word out of his camp is that he will be OK—so Tracy take care of yourself and we will no doubt find who did that to you.

Usually down to chirp in and poke at Alex Smith, Bradford kept quiet—he didn’t have anything to say for possibly the first time of his life. As he watched on, he put his hands behind his head- disgusted with the fan footage as Smith sighed and buried his face in his right hand…

Barbara Braman: Ladies and Gentlemen I am joined at this time by the Kaiser Dynasty, Peyton and Artemis Kaiser. Now as you all may know last week Artemis Kaiser defended her PURE 15 Championship against TJ Bryce of First Class and like the fighting champions she was she agreed to fight him in this rematch. Just when it looked like the Champ For Life would retain yet again Well Connected and Delsin Oswald got involved and what many believe robbed Artemis of her championship that she never should have lost. Later in the night Peyton, you engaged in part of that all out brawl to close the show as you went toe to toe against the very man responsible for for these turns of events. What are your thoughts, what could possibly be going through your minds at this exact moment?

Artemis gets ready to speak by Peyton raises his hand as he snatches the mic right out of Barbara's hands, with a nod to Artemis.

Peyton Kaiser: I got this. I got to say right now I'm not exactly in the best of moods; neither of us are. IC3 couldn't stand the fact that the a Kaiser was the first to become a Triple Crown Champion and the fact that he couldn't put his own stamp on things like he's trying to do with the rest of this promotion. Because he couldn't control either of us he wanted to instead instill a little puppet for a champion to do his dirty work; and if that sounds familiar it is. Since my sister currently won't be cleared by MSW officials due to what they say is a concussion it's up to me to deal with that piece of shit Oswald and make him pay for his actions. The Kaisers are a Dynasty not because we can talk it and prop it up like some grand, illustrious, illusional Kingdom, we proclaim ourselves a Dynasty because it's in our blood. The Kaisers are meant to rule and like it or not, not even Bryce Manning could pose and stake claim or even hold a candle to what we've done collectively in this promotion. Everywhere we go we bring the promotion to its knees and establish our dominance, we're mighty conquerors and plague that cannot be cured. Better men and women have tried and failed to kill our legacy; the simple fact of the matter is that you cannot kill a Kaiser and we're not going anywhere. So tonight I'm going to go out there and make an example out of those Shades just one more time and soon enough you'll suffer their same fate Oswald. The wrath of a Kaiser should be the last thing you invite into your home. So count your blessings while you can because I promise you; they'll be short lived.

Barbara Braman looks over to Artemis who seems to be pleased by her brother's words as she nods in approval.

Aremis Kaiser: I couldn't have said it any better myself.

The bell rang and instantly Cocheese was on top of Ward, giving him no room to breathe. Matt is backed into the corner, and Cocheese is just laying into him, punches and stomps over and over again until it appeared as if Ward had enough. He managed to catch one of Cocheese’s feet and stood up staring at Cocheese in the eye. Ward pulls him in with a Lariat that knocks Cochesse down and Ward goes for a cover but Cocheese is close enough to the ropes for a break.

Smith: I tell you what, Bradford, Matt Ward has not been having a very good string of luck the past couple of shows and he told Cocheese from the beginning that this was going to be a different Matt Ward and he is definitely showing it here. Not backing down from one half of the Capital Crew one bit.

Bradford: I’d like to say that it’s Ward signing his death warrant. Have you ever watched Cocheese in action… or paid attention to him in action? He may not always be dominant but he’s resilient. So just you wait, Smith, Cocheese has a surprise up his sleeve and with Barrel there? DOOOOOOM!

Smith: Well it looks like Cocheese got rocked a little there but he’s still in it enough to reach the ropes!

Bradford: Resilience, like I said! Cocheese is formulating a plan, he’s figuring this all out in his head as it’s going along, scouting Matt Ward’s every move. And once he’s got him scouted it’s all over.

Smith: I wouldn’t ever count Matt Ward out. Just because he’s been in a rut for a bit doesn’t mean that he can’t bring it. You’re playing an extremely biased role in what is sure to continue being a very competitive match.

Bradford: Just truthful, not bias. Ward got in over his head when he told Frankie to stay away. The Cocheddah don’t know no bettah!

Smith: Was that… english?

Bradford: In some form.

Ward stayed on top of Cocheese, using some power techniques to give him a couple of tosses and slams. Enough that it would make Cocheese feel it. After one final scoop slam, Cocheese slides to the outside to recollect himself and Matt Ward takes a moment to see it and decides to try something out of the ordinary. Ward starts to climb to the top while Barrel and Cocheese aren’t paying any attention to him. All the while, Chris Williams of all people, shows up on stage. The crowd is getting hyped and based off of their noise and some of the crowd front row yelling at Cocheese to turn around, he and Barrel do and Ward comes tumbling off of the top to the outside.


The crowd is on fire, but Barrel pushes Cocheese out of the way and CATCHES the 245 pounder in mid-air and then rolls Ward back into the ring. On the stage, Williams looks impressed. Once Ward is in the ring and Barrel sees Williams he heads that direction, standing between Chris and the ring.

Smith: Chris Williams is out here and just watching the match and Barrel doesn’t seem too impressed!

Bradford: But Williams does! And with good reason. Look at that beast of a man!

Smith: I never seem to understand this. So.. you cheering for the Capital Crew… until they’re against First Class?

Bradford: EXACTLY! They’re great but nobody is as good as First Class. Top of the pyramid baby!

Ward is taken off guard, the ref doesn’t make a DQ since no harm came. Frankie on the other hand was behind Ward, he not even realizing it. Frankie was warming up his arm, Ward focusing on Barrel and Chris Williams, confused until he turned around and TOE TAGGER!

Bradford: Ward is seeing stars with a Toe-Tagger! It’s like watching Artemis get clobbered with the belt all over again!

That nasty hooked clothesline by Cocheese and Matt looks like he’s out like a light. Cocheese makes the cover and it’s over. All the wall, Cocheese looks up to lock eyes with Williams, who gives a slow clap and we cut to commerical.

Winner: Frankie Cocheese w/ Barrel

Lights go out in the arena. A single howl rings out among the audience. They go silent. The lights fluctuate softly between the dark hues of midnight blue and an off white. White mist radiates from an unknown area, basking the stage. A solitary light dimly shines. From the mist comes Peyton Kaiser. His head is turned to the ground, not daring to rise to the audience. He stands solemn on the stage, clenching his hands again and again, gaining a feel for reality. The soft theme, "Nightcall" by Kavinsky, sets the tone nicely. The boos from the crowd are calm as the song itself. The psychological effect the song bears made the audience obey it subconsciously. The Last Hero, as he calls himself, makes his descent down to the ring with Artemis Kaiser not far behind.

Gavin Grey: The following match is a handicap match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Mount Pearl, Newfoundland, Canada weighing 223lbs he is The Last Hero, Peyton Kaiser!

Smith: Last week The Shades finally got their first victory in MSW in what was considered a colossal upset against Matt Ward while The Kaiser Dynasty hit a significant setback when Artemis was taken out by TJ Bryce, Well Connected, and Delsin Owsald in which a new PURE 15 Champion was crowned.

Bradford: Well that's what you get for going up again First Class. Artemis could have joined and I'm sure IC3 would've welcomed her with open arms but instead she choose to fly solo.

Smith: I don't recall her ever being offered a spot; not like she would've taken it anyway. Whether she's loved or hated Artemis Kaiser has always accomplished everything based on her own merit alone. She wouldn't have meshed with the ideology that IC3 is trying to impose in Missouri State Wrestling.

Bradford: It's a shame too. Now she has a concussion and thus far the medical team refuses to clear her for her own good. Once a bright star snuffed out because she made one wrong decision. And now Peyton Kaiser has to pay for the sins of his sister.

Smith: It was disgusting if you ask me. She should still be the rightful champion right now and everyone knows it. TJ Bryce is as big of a paper champion as they come and the fact that Artemis can't even cash in on her rematch clause at the moment is downright criminal.

Bradford: Sometimes that's just how the cookie crumbles. On Unstoppable 16 the Shades nearly won the tag titles, on Unstoppable 17 they gave Kaiser all he could handle again and tonight? Well third time's the charm as they say. Each week the Shades have done nothing but build up momentum and with a victory in their pocket from last week the sky's the limit!

His walk is slow and contained. The energy he once had even in his villainous days were gone. Now, he saunters on with an almost zombie-like walk. Once he reaches the end of the rampway, he takes off the hood of his jacket. A lost look washes over his face. Yet, his face remains slightly obscured, keeping his viewpoint distant from the audience and the at-home viewers. He slides eerily underneath the bottom rope, before stopping in the center of the ring. Artemis takes her place at ringside as Peyton remains there for a moment, and then cracks his neck. He begrudgingly gets to his feet before waiting for his match to begin.

"Run of Show" 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: And his opponents, making their way to the ring, accompanied by the Blue Shade weighing in at a combined weight of...

Gavin Grey trails off, unable to read the rest of the index card.

Gavin Grey: … They are the Shades!


Before the Shades could decide who would start the match Peyton Kaiser bolts out from his corner and begins to assault both Purple and Red. Purple and Red try to fight back but Peyton quickly tosses Purple to the side and whips Red against the ropes. Peyton tries to go for the Light's Out (360 roundhouse kick) off the rebound but Purple managed to stop him in his tracks as he hit him with a well timed chop block. Red hops over Peyton and quickly springboards off the ropes with a moonsault but only manages to get a one count. Purple quickly hits a low dropkick to follow up as Mike Maddix shouts at Purple to go back to his corner. Meanwhile Blue is outside the ring eating some peanuts as The Shades continue to ignore the referee's orders as they both lift Peyton up and slam him back to the mat with a double snap suplex. Finally Maddix has enough as he pries Purple off of Peyton much to Blue's ire. Red also manages to take his attention off of Peyton as even Blue gets in on the action as all three shades begin to argue with the referee.

Smith: The Shades are up to their old tricks again.

Bradford: Old tricks? Peyton Kaiser attacked first! The Shades didn't even get a chance to choose a legal man and you have the nerve to point out their retaliation? That's like trying to mug a person and being told to apologize when you fend him off! The Shades have every right to defend themselves and air their grievances!

Smith: It's a handicap match as it is, not a tornado handicap match. The rules of tagging out still apply regardless.

Bradford: Is it really that hard to say 'nice counter by The Shades'? Or 'What a beautiful moonsault by Red'? Or even a 'Blue has managed to step of the Shade's game under his leadership'? You say I'm biased, if you can't acknowledge the wrestling miracles they can create at least give them that much!

Smith: The Shades are very creative I will give them at least that but many of their tactics I'd call shy of being legal. And if they're not careful Blue is going be stuck on the outside looking in.

Peyton manages to take full advantage of the distraction as he hits Red with a vicious throat thrust as he turned around as Purple was forced to look on from the corner. Red clutches his throat in pain as he momentarily sits up, only to be perilously hit by a swift running knee from Peyton. Purple shouts at Peyton as he tries to give his partner a moment to regain his composure which causes Peyton to sprint over towards the corner to send him flying off the apron with a swift elbow shot. Red quickly manages to scoop Peyton into a schoolboy roll-up as he holds the tights and puts his feet on the middle rope for the pin. 1, 2, kickout!

Bradford: That had to be 3!

Smith: The Shades almost stole one here for a second. Peyton Kaiser has an awful lot of anger to work out and the Shades are unfortunate to be on the receiving end of it for the most part. That throat thrust especially is going to sting in the morning. Ever since returning to MSW Peyton has taken on a much more aggressive striking style in lieu of the technical mastery he was perviously known for.

Bradford: The only man he should be angry at is himself. This whole downward spiral happened because he couldn't beat Bryce Manning and instead of using it as a learning experience and trying to mold himself after an MSW Great he decided to let Napoleon Cameron Kaiser get in his head. He let his sister get in his head on how First Class is the enemy. He's a man without direction if you ask me.

Smith: Sometimes anger can be more motivating that you'd give it credit for. When the blood of family is spilled it can drive a man into a deep, dark corner inside his mind and the last thing you want to give a vengeful mind is time to plot out a course of revenge. With every hurdle thrown in his way it's only going to motivate him further and further until he eventually gets his hands on those responsible.

Bradford: Well he better get in line then, because everyone wants a piece of First Class! It's a privilege to be in their ring with them at the same time and it's one that has to be earned.

Red was in shock and Peyton was fuming and as both men got back to their feet only one would remain standing for long as Red was roughly whipped to the far corner of the ring. Red held his back in pain as he stumbled forward and straight into a clothesline that flipped Red several times in the air before hitting the mat. Blue threw some peanuts into the ring in protest which briefly took Peyton's attention off the match as he began to slowly walk towards his direction.

Bradford: EJECTION! Throw Artemis out of here ref! She shouldn't even be out here with her injury! She's a liability!

Smith: Artemis has every right to be out here. She was cleared for non-contact activities and managing her brother falls firmly within that category. The Blue Shade doesn't want any part of her as he wisely backs off.

Bradford: She's looking to actively put herself in harms way! She would be in a world of hurt right now if Blue wasn't such a gentleman! Blue could end her career right here, right now but what pleasure would he gain from that? That's not very sportsmanlike and The Shades have their own code of ethics. I would consider this divine favor for the fact that she wasn't struck down!

Smith: Divine or not I'm pretty sure Artemis knows how to handle herself; her track record backs that up. Now it appears Purple has something in his hand as he's getting back onto the apron and into the ring.

Bradford: What did I tell you about the divine? Just because Artemis was sparred doesn't mean that Peyton will be. Purple has just conjured up the purple dust from the Realm of Shades and he's looking to remove the Kaiser problem once and for all.

Smith: Hardly. The only thing he's going to remove is his eye sight temporarily, assuming he even connects and assuming the official doesn't catch it.

Bradford: It's a Wrestling Miracle, Smith! So far his strikes have been true have they not? The miracle has yet to miss!

As Peyton turns his attention back to Purple, Red manages to slowly get back to this feet having seemingly reached into his tights during the distraction. Purple goes to blow the purple sand into Peyton's face but having learned from the previous encounter ducks as it goes straight into the eyes of Red instead, who launches an errant fireball harmlessly into the air.

Bradford: NO! DAMMIT NO! DO OVER, DO OVER! HE WASN'T READY!

Smith: This time Peyton Kaiser had them well scouted and he wasn't going to fall for the same trick again.

Bradford: The Shades are about to be robbed! Robbed I tell you! They had him beat!

Smith: It's karma if you ask me. They've been getting away with it match after match, it was going to backfire sooner or later.

Purple grabs his head in horror as Peyton quickly puts him out of his misery with Break Face (Double Knee Facebuster). Purple rolls out in agony as Peyton quickly grabs Red and lifts him up for A Shot of Nightshade (Lifting Single Underhook DDT). Peyton quickly covers Red as Blue is forced to watch on helplessly with Artemis guarding the ring. 1, 2, 3.

Gavin Grey: Here is your winner... Peyton Kaiser!

Peyton rolls out of the ring to celebrate with his sister Artemis as they make their way up the ramp. Blue slides into the ring to check on his compatriots.

Smith: Another tough loss for the Shades.

Bradford: Tough isn't the word to describe it! My heart aches for them, especially since that Kaiser scum stole a victory!

Smith: You sure flipped your stance on them quick.

Bradford: What can I say; my loyalty is to First Class first. If you're against First Class then I can't support you.

Red and Purple manage to make their way back to their feet as they each rub their eyes and look to regain their eyesight. Suddenly however the lights cut out in the arena.

Smith: What's going on?

Bradford: You're asking me as if I have a clue?

The lights flicker back on as Blue looks as pale as a ghost. Standing on the opposing side of him, Red, and Purple were the original Shades; Yellow and Green!

Bradford: OH MY GOD!

Smith: Is this a mirage? What are Green and Yellow doing here? Nobody has seen them since they killed the RWD!'

Bradford: The Shade Family is about to get a lot bigger! MSW is in for a lot of - AH! NO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!

Red and Purple stepped forward to confront their Yellow and Green counterparts only for them each ending up with a hand tightly wrapped around their throats. Green and Yellow hoist up Red and Purple respectively as they chokeslam them all the way to hell as they crash lifelessly onto the mat. Green and Yellow turn their heads next to Blue, tilting their heads in an ominous manner as the lights cut off again and when they flicker back on all that's left is Blue standing next to his fallen Shades as Green and Yellow are no where to be seen.

Gavin Grey: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, already in the ring from Grand Rapids, Michigan weighing 223lbs Duke Andrews!

Duke Andrews raises his arms in the air, a bandage visible on his forehead.

Smith: Welcome back ladies and gentlemen, last Unstoppable Duke Andrews put in one hell of effort against the MSW Champion and if you ask me he won that match. He endured everything First Class threw at him and he managed to execute probably the fiercest Perfection Plant I've ever seen. He was seconds away from victory when IC3 bailed Tommy Angel out and from there chaos ensued.

Bradford: Close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades. He wouldn't have gotten a far as he did if Mike Maddix wasn't coddling him. The fact that the man even still has a job is perplexing and baffling if you ask me.

Smith: If you want to go that route, Duke would've won by disqualification a long time ago. That was the poorest officiated match I've ever seen in my 40 plus years in the business; and I can't fault Mike Maddix for that either. He tried to do his job but at every turn IC3 was there to thwart him and threaten him with termination.

Bradford: Wah wah wah! Are you serious? The boss makes the rules; the boss calls the shots. If your boss tells you to jump you ask how high? If Mr. Cornelius wasn't such a family man he'd be collecting unemployment right now with the rest of the losers in this state!

Smith: Family man my ass!

Bradford: But if you want to talk about a REAL injustice, let's talk about the aftermath of the main event. Every single hooligan and their grandma came out of the woodwork with an agenda against First Class. Logan Brock, Tevolo, Peyton Kaiser... Chris Williams. And then you have these two clowns in the Capital Crew in Frankie Cocheese and that turncoat Barrel. The only good to come from that whole ordeal was watching those dirty curs fight each other after.

Smith: That's why we have this upcoming match right now. I was proud to watch a united opposition finally challenge the corruption in MSW but I lost a bit of respect for Barrel for blindsiding Duke Andrews the way he did. All in-fighting is going to accomplish is strengthen the position of First Class.

Bradford: Divide and conquer, baby! And that's why Mr. Cornelius writes the checks and you have the privilege to cash yours and not the other way around. The fact that he made this match here tonight just shows what a brilliant tactician he is!

Gavin Grey: And his opponent, representing the Capital Crew, weighing 330lbs, accompanied by Frankie Cocheese he is The Big Badass, Barrel!


As the match starts Duke wastes no time going after Barrel as he tries to hammer down a barrage of punches on the big guy. Barrel shoves him off and rains down a few nasty lefts and rights. As Barrel backs him up into the ropes he whips him as the referee tries to call for a clean break and tries to hit him with a thundering sidewalk slam but Duke manages to shift his weight and very shakily drop to his feet behind him. Using all his strength and might he captures him in a german suplex, struggling to lift the big man as they both more accurately just fall to the mat, preventing Barrel from taking the full impact. Duke transitions from there to a side headlock as he tries to keep the big guy down and grounded, causing Barrel to kick his foot on the mat as the referee kneels down to check.

Smith: Nice take down by Duke Andrews. It took everything he had but he managed to execute that German Suplex just enough to get him down to the ground. When going against someone with over 100 pounds on you the best thing you can do is keep him off his feet.

Bradford: It was sloppy if you ask me. He was struggling to lift him up and if he keeps this up he's bound to get a hernia. You also can't tell me he's at 100% after the last Unstoppable while Barrel is relatively fresh.

Smith: You're never truly 100% when your body takes a physical toll week in and week out but the fact that First Class continued to wear down on Duke was deliberate last Unstoppable.

Bradford: You're catching on now. This is why Mr. Cornelius is a master strategist! Just watch and marvel as these two men destroy each other!

Barrel manages to get back to his feet while Duke tries as best as he can to keep the hold locked in, only to crash down to the mat as he executes a powerful backdrop suplex. As both men manage to get back to their feet Duke steps forward to close in and engage Barrel one more as The Big Badass wastes no time retaliating as he drives his boot very quickly into the face of his opponent with deceptive speed.

Smith: Duke just Got Mowed Down by that vicious boot!

Bradford: Shut off the lights! Duke is hurt and I don't even think he knows where he is!

Smith: Can you attempt to hide just how gleeful you are? This man has a family! What happened to Mr. Cornelius supposedly being a "Family Man"?

Bradford: Well if he didn't stick his nose against MSW's First Family he wouldn't be in this predicament would he? I got to give Capital Crew a little bit of credit; they don't mess around when they got their sights set on a target. It's only a shame that they had to aim it in Mr. Cornelius's direction. They could have become the Security Wing of First Class!

Smith: You gotta be kidding me. Capital Crew plays second fiddle to no one. Cocheese wants the MSW Championship and Barrel just wants to raise some hell, no matter who holds it or who they are.

Bradford: And that's ultimately their fatal flaw; they don't know their place!

Duke Andrews eyes look glazed over as he looked like he just got hit by a semi-truck and completely oblivious to what exactly just happened. Derek Lay kneels down and checks on Duke as the medical crew slide into the ring as Barrel just nonchalantly leans against the turnbuckle. A ringside physician shines a light in his eyes as he tries to check for a concussion. After minute Duke Andrews shoves the medical team away and pulls himself up by the rope.

Smith: I'll never question Duke's heart but he needs to think about living to fight another day. His eyes are glazed over and he seems to be oblivious to his surroundings; his mind is on autopilot right now.

Bradford: Pride before the fall as they always say.

Smith: I'm not even sure Barrel feels comfortable with this situation. Both men are fighters but Barrel would rather have a straight up, pound for pound fight on a somewhat even playing field. At least that's what I gather from what little I've seen of him.

Bradford: Oh come on, I don't think anyone knows what truly goes on inside his head. You gotta be "in the Crew" to have any sort of realistic idea. As far as you know he just smells blood in the water and he's ready to devour Duke like a shark!

The referee repeatedly asks him if he's sure he wants to continue and with a defiant nod he steps forward as the ref calls for the match to resume. Barrel mouths at him to stay down and even shoves him backward when he tries to get in his face as to send him a warning but Duke Andrews wouldn't stand down. Duke gets Barrel in a collar and elbow tie up and tries to take him back down to the mat but he struggles to lift the big man up and quickly releases his hold. Barrel quickly steps forward with a clothesline knocking Duke back to the mat. The referee nervously looks to Duke as Barrel steps towards him looking to pick him up and flatten him but much to his surprise is caught in a cradle pin. 1, 2, kickout! Duke appears to have found a second wind after that as he resumes raining down a barrage of punches at Barrel's face as the crowd comes to life. The referee tries to intervene but Barrel retaliates with one hell of a headbutt looking to stop his momentum cold.

Smith: Stop the match! His health is at stake at this point! Enough is enough!

Bradford: This is getting ugly. His heart says fight but his body is telling him differently. His mind is somewhere up in the sky and detached from reality; Duke Andrews is acting on pure instinct.

Smith: If he didn't have a concussion before I'm confident he has one now. Nobody wins from a display like this.

Bradford: His name is IC3 Smith, IC3 is the biggest winner of all right now.

Smith: This isn't some kind of disgusting blood sport! This is professional wrestling dammit! He's not a gladiator, he's not a slave; he's a human being!

Barrel backs up again as the referee goes to check on Duke, who's even slower to get up than the first time but immediately again refuses help from the ringside EMTs as he manages to pull himself up slowly with the ropes. Before the referee can try to back him off Duke Andrews runs at Barrel again only to get Mowed Down almost immediately as he ran into Barrel's boot again. Barrel casually places his foot on Duke's chest as Lay tries to plead the case of getting the man medical attention to which he just merely shrugs and mouths “count”. 1, 2, kickout. Duke defiantly throws a shoulder up, which wasn't exactly hard with the kind of casual pin Barrel had going.

Smith: Stop the got darned match! Stay down Duke, this isn't worth your health and well being!

Barrel picks Duke up by his head and goes to lift him up with a vertical suplex, twisting him as he plants him down on the mat with the Steel Screwdriver [Steiner Screwdriver]. Barrel hooks the leg as Derek Lay drops down and counts the pin; 1, 2, 3.

Winner: Barrel