Hood: Well he has an even tougher opponent tonight.

Rockwell: Really?

Rockwell: Well Manny perhaps a bit overzealous there, thinking he could catch PerZag off guard. Not a good strategy as PerZag is always ready.

Rockwell: Well the Impasta Mafia tried to play the numbers game with PerZag, but it backfired on them.

Hood: I don't know, but if I was any of the champions right now, I would be hoping he didn't pick me.

*PerZag stands victorious in the centre of the ring with his arms raised in the air after defeating Manny Cotti. Manny Cotti rolls to the outside of the ring being checked on by Al Fredo on the outside as PerZag requests a microphone from Minos. He's handed a microphone from Minos, before walking back to the centre of the ring to address the crowd.*

PerZag: A couple of weeks ago I held auditions to determine which alliance I would join. Didn't matter whether it was a group or a tag team partner, I was ready for new allies. For new friends. People that I can stand side by side with. But as you all would have seen, there was more to the footage shown. So now, allow me to show you what happened next.

*PerZag motions to the big screen as it comes to life. We see the TO BE CONTINUED words again, before we go back to the footage of the locker room to just moments before the knock on the door.*

Jones: So, are you going to join BOB?

PerZag: Well, it is the best offer I've got, and I said I wanted a group to work with, so I might just have to join.............................

*There is a sudden knock at the door as PerZag and Jones turn their heads towards it. Bernard grabs the handle of the door, opening it up to reveal Lissandra. PerZag stands up from his desk walking over to Lissandra as Bernard lets her in.*

PerZag: Lissandra, it is a pleasure to see you again. Would you like a seat?

*PerZag offers his hand out for Lissandra and she takes it as PerZag escorts her to a seat in front of his desk.*

Lissandra Thomas: It is lovely to see you too.

PerZag: So, is it just you here?

Lissandra Thomas: Not exactly.

*From the doorway we see Lord Allton make his way into the locker room followed by Tank and Vincenzo, they make their way up to PerZag and Lissandra as PerZag watches them with a confused look on his face.*

PerZag: Um, who are these guys?

Lissandra Thomas: This is................

Lord Allton: ....................Lord Allton at your service.

*Lord Allton offers PerZag his hand and PerZag shakes it, still with a look of confusion.*

PerZag: I'm sorry, I still don't know who you are.

*Lord Allton smiles and shakes his head in a 'it doesn't matter' manner.*

Lord Allton: I've known Dylan and Lissandra for over a decade now and the Thomas's are some of my closest friends. Since May of 2020 I've been assisting the A-List with their endeavours in GCWA, as they have been helping me over in Outsiders. Anyway Mr. uh...PerZag? We're here with an offer. I, as... one third Leader of the A-List, and Lissie as our legal representative... have some information for you that you may want to consider. I have been informed by Lissandra and Dylan that you have been looking for a group to join - that you worked well with them last year at Ultimate Survival and well...

*Lord Allton smiles again.*

Lissandra Thomas: What we're trying to say is.... Since Barry was so forcibly removed, there's a spot open in the family. And we believe that you would be a much better fit for the A-List.

*PerZag leans back in his chair and puts his hands behind his head.*

PerZag: Ah, yes, that's right. You're the Outsiders guy. My apologies, I don't keep track of what goes on down there. I just like to focus on what goes on around me, on the roster that I am rostered on. So, I know you're big in Outsiders and congratulations on that, that's remarkable, there's nothing bad about that, I just need to know one thing first.

*PerZag leans forward, placing his arms on the desk in front of him.*

PerZag: To me, the A-List is Dave Branson, Dylan Thomas, and of course you, Lissandra. You were all a part of the BEST team at Ultimate Survival last year. Us and Ryot, of course, but I need to know, are Dylan and Dave wanting me as part of their team?

*PerZag puts his hand up before any of them can reply.*

PerZag: And I don't mean to be rude, or anything, but Tank and Vincenzo here, as well as Lord Allton aren't the A-List I know. The A-List that I have already teamed up with. So, as of right now, their voices really don't mean anything to me. No offence, I promise. Maybe you will, but the only person in this room right now, that means anything to me as an A-List member is Lissandra.

*PerZag rubs his eye, before continuing.*

PerZag: So, I really don't mean to be rude, but I want to know does Dylan and Dave want me as part of this family? They're the ones that I'm going to be fighting in that ring with, they're the guys that I have already fought beside of. And their opinions are the one's that matter. As well as yours, Lissandra, of course. So, why me and as well, do you all want me as part of your group, as an equal member, or am I not going to be seen as such? Because wherever I go, I want to be equal. Not in charge, just not used as a pawn either. So, does everybody agree to me being a member of A-List?

*Lord Allton stares at PerZag and smiles. He sees Bernard begin to walk over and Tank and Vincenzo ready themselves for a fight. Lord Allton raises his hand however and Tank and Vincenzo back down, while still keeping an eye on Bernard.*

Lord Allton: Why don't I let Lissandra deal with you, Sir? But just so you know, Dylan and Lissandra have told me a lot about you and from what I have seen, I have been VERY impressed. I'm sure you will reach the correct decision.

*Allton smiles an evil smile.*

Lord Allton: I'm sure we'll be getting to know each other very soon Mr. PerZag. Thank-you for your time. Lissandra, we'll see you later. Boys. Let us leave Lissie to iron out the paperwork.

*Lord Allton, Tank and Vincenzo all leave, leaving Lissandra alone in the room with PerZag and Bernard. PerZag motions for Bernard to close the door to the room as they leave.*

Lissandra Thomas: He's more than just an Outsiders guy. He's helped the A-List immeasurably since Dylan and I met up with him again. Rob - Lord Allton is a very dear friend. Now to answer your question PerZag, obviously we see you as an equal player with us. I mean, 'The Seventy Minute Man'? That's quite the achievement.

*Lissandra smiles.*

Lissandra Thomas: Yes, Dylan and Dave would have joined Lord Allton and I today, but they're still dealing with..... Other things. And as I handle the day-to-day of everyone, it really had to be me though. Dave and Dylan send hellos though and hope that you can join us. I have the contracts ready, if you would like to view them?

*PerZag smiles but shakes his head.*

PerZag: I don't need the contracts right now. I still, obviously, need to make a decision overall. And with the offers I've had, I can't just scrap them straight away. It wouldn't be fair on everybody. The ones that have taken their time to come down here today including you and Lord Allton as well.

*PerZag stops momentarily, biting his tongue as if to stop himself from saying something.*

PerZag: I don't know if I should say it and I know you're friends with him, but Lord Allton just seems very sinister to me. He just gives me this feeling that he wants to use me for his own personal gains. I'm probably reading into things too far and I'm sure I will be fine with him when I get to know him, but that's also why I wanted to talk to you alone. But...............

*PerZag takes a moment to think clearly, to himself.*

PerZag: ............ Either way, I'm still interested in joining the A-List, but I want to take a couple of weeks to fully think this through. I want this choice to be the right one. To be one hundred percent positive on it. Because I don't want to have to go back on my word. And when I choose to align myself with someone, I stick by it. It's the way I am. So, yeah, you can leave the contracts with Bernard and I will look through them within the next couple of weeks. Was there anything else you wanted to say?

*Lissandra crosses her legs, sitting a little more comfortably and smiles.*

Lissandra Thomas: Don't worry about Lord Allton. He's very loyal to the people he loves and he does love the A-List. But I understand.

*Lissandra reaches into a nearby bag, pulling out the contracts, leaving them on the table.*

Lissandra Thomas: No, no... I believe that's everything PerZag, thanks. Here's my card by the way if you ever need legal advice and here's Dylan's number as well if you need anything from us. Even if you decide not to join us, I'm sure we'll be able to help each other out down the line.

Lissandra Thomas: Thanks for your time PerZag.

*Lissandra checks her watch.*

Lissandra Thomas: I better go check on Dylan. I hope you'll work with us but if not.... If you need the A-List, we can work something out, I'm sure.

*Lissandra stands up and puts her hand out to shake PerZag's hand. PerZag takes the hand, shaking it.*

PerZag: And one last thing Lissandra..............

*PerZag pauses for dramatic effect.*

PerZag: ............. I will stop hitting on you behind the scenes. You and the A-List are great, I'm not going to do anything to ruin that.

*Lissandra smiles.*

Lissandra Thomas: Well... I appreciate that one. But that doesn't mean that we can't be friends, does it?

*Lissandra smiles, looking over her shoulder as she walks towards the door. Moments later, she turns back around.*

Lissandra Thomas: Oh by the way, PerZag...? I don't need to tell you this, after all you know it. But you're great too. I think you, and us - it would be a perfect fit. Let us know if you have any questions for us to help make your decision easier.

*Lissandra heads back towards the door, leaving the room. Bernard closes the door behind her as PerZag stands still staring at the door.*

PerZag: Man, it's going to be so hard not to flirt with her.

*Jones walks over to PerZag, making everyone realise that they forgot he was there.*

Jones: So, Zag, anything else you need?

PerZag: Yeah, just edit that last part out, and you're good.

*We cut back to the ring where PerZag stands staring at the screen, with his microphone in hand looking a little bit pissed off.*

PerZag: Fucking Jones! I told him to edit that out. Fuck!

*PerZag takes a deep breath, calming himself down.*

PerZag: My apologies everyone, sometimes people can be a bit useless at their jobs. That's why Hood is better at commentary. Anyhow, with what you've just seen in your minds, except that last bit, you can delete that from your memories, allow me to introduce to you my final three candidates to my allegiance.

*PerZag motions out to the stage.*

PerZag: Firstly, allow me to introduce to you, The Wrath of the Storm........... THUNDER AND LIGHTNING!

*Thunder and Lightning walk out from the back, waving at the crowd, psyched up. They take a stand on the stage at an allocated X mark.*

PerZag: And now, here's BOB!

*A random backstage producer walks out holding up a flyer that says #JOINBOB. The producer stands on the second allocated X mark.*

PerZag: And lastly, and because I don't want to have to go through and shout out everybody's names, here is THE A-LIST!

*Dylan Thomas, Dave Branson, Lissandra and Lord Allton come out from the back making their way to the last X mark on the stage. PerZag stands in the centre of the ring, staring at his three options on stage.*

PerZag: For two weeks, I have had the chance to think this through. BOB offered me a spot in their group on Twitter weeks ago and they do look like a good fit for me, but after defeating their leader at Adrenaline Rush, is it the right call for me. Wrath of the Storm are a talented young tag team who may just need someone in their corner to push them to the top. Maybe that could be me. Maybe I can turn them into the next GCWA Tag Team Champions. But lastly, there's the A-List. The first people I teamed up with when I joined the GCWA and at Ultimate Survival last year, they assisted me into making it all the way to the end of that match, something I am still grateful for.

*PerZag takes a deep breath.*

PerZag: But, I cannot put it off any longer. I need to make a decision. One that is suited for me and is also suited for where I am going. This allegiance, this alliance, is about to be powerful. And I can assure you all that we are heading straight for the top. So, without further ado, I am officially JOINING and SIGNING with the A-LIST!

Hood: Oh my God! Rockwell, this is great! PerZag made the right decision!

Rockwell: Calm down, Hood....

*Some of the crowd begin to cheer, but mostly boo PerZag's decision, not happy with him joining a group they despise. PerZag smiles as Dylan Thomas, Dave Branson and Lissandra make their way down to the ring, clapping their hands, while Lord Allton remains on stage applauding. Dylan hops up on the apron sitting on the middle rope as Lissandra walks up the steps and steps into the ring. She walks up to PerZag as PerZag mouths the words 'I'm Sorry' for his extra remarks that were supposed to be edited out, but she just smiles and shakes his hand.*

*Dylan walks up to PerZag putting his hand out and they shake with Thomas patting Zag on the back. Branson walks over and shakes PerZag's hand as well. PerZag lifts the microphone up.*

PerZag: So, do you guys want to kick this off in style?

*PerZag motions his head towards Al Fredo and Manny Cotti of Impasta Mafia on the outside. Dylan shrugs his shoulders as if 'why not' and Dave Branson slides outside of the ring instantly grabbing Al Fredo by the throat slamming him down with FIXED! (Chokeslam). He picks the still beaten Manny Cotti up, and tosses him into the ring. PerZag lifts Manny up, placing him on his shoulders with the Sexy Neutralizer (Torture Rack).*

*He stretches him across his shoulders before placing him back down and pushing him over to Dylan Thomas, who lifts Cotti up and nails him with the Perfect Finisher (Double Knee Gutbuster). They all smile at their handy work as Branson slides back into the ring. PerZag lifts Cotti up and tosses him over the ropes on the stage side of the ring. Zag looks down the ramp at Lord Allton on the stage applauding, his smile fading a bit. He stares at him as Lord Allton returns his gaze with a sinister grin whilst he applauds.*

Hood: This is the greatest thing in history. End it all here. It can't get any better...

*PerZag gives a brief smile back as Lord Allton waves to the back as Tank and Vincenzo come out with champagne and glasses for everyone to enjoy. Vincenzo and Tank walk in front of Lord Allton and Allton retrieves a can of Pepsi from a bag on the back of his chair. They make their way to the ring as they all enjoy what is bound to be the start of an epic allegiance.*

*Lord Allton holds out his hand for PerZag to shake who has now climbed out of the ring and the two shake hands with Lord Allton whispering to PerZag that he made the right decision and then proceeds to introduce PerZag formally to Vincenzo and Tank. Vincenzo welcomes PerZag and smiles with Tank just shaking his hand. Lord Allton whispers that Tank cannot actually talk and PerZag nods. This looks to be a very comfortable alliance already.*

Rockwell: This is certainly a major twist... Hood, are you crying?

Rockwell: Where will this new union go?

*With PerZag & The A-List having departed, we focus on the destruction left in the ring. The Mafia struggle to get to their feet, hurting badly. They help each other to the back, but half way up the ramp they are met by the Malvados. The Mafia right away throw their fists up ready to fight, but the Malvados throw their arms up as if to say 'they come in peace'. One of the brothers, let's say Hector, hands Greeny a white envelope. Greeny looks at it confused and so do his tag team partners. The Malvados head to the back as the Mafia are left there studying the contents of the envelope. *

Hood: Who gives a shit, WHY DO THEY KEEP LETTING OUTSIDERS INTO THE ARENA?!

*The camera opens backstage, where The Impossible Traveler is seen wandering around. There's a mixed reaction to the sight of her; still in her street clothes, her sneakers pad softly against the concrete floors of the arena. She's clutching three large red envelopes in her hands as she continues looking around. The top envelope has the name "Outcast" written in large, swirling letters. She looks through closed doors and different areas until she finally catches sight of Xavier Lux. Backpedaling, she hides behind a corner and looks around to see if he'd spotted her. Luck was on her side; his back was turned and he was busy taping his wrists. After a few moments, he rises from the bench he had been occupying and walks out of the room. Tiptoeing quickly across the room, Betsy plucks the envelope with his name on the front from her pile and sets it atop his gym bag where he'd be sure to see it when he came back out.*

*Hearing him emerging, she scurries out of the room and retreats around her corner. Peaking around, she sees the look of confusion as he picks up the envelope and studies the writing. A grin crosses his face, thinking exactly what Betsy had hoped he'd think. Turning it over in his hand, he tears open the crease and pulls out the card. A chuckle escapes his lips when he sees it's a customized recording card. The front sends a message of good luck. Lux opens the card to hear the message; his face contorts in confusion and anger when Betsy's voice sing-song's out of it.*

"To the man called Xavier Lux,
I just wanted to wish you some good luck,
For in this match, I'll be your crux,
In plain terms, you are fucked.
Love, Betsy

*The giggles peel from her lips as Lux looks up, cursing loudly.*

"As if I didn't have enough shit on my mind to deal with already tonight. She is creative, I'll give her that, not easy to rhyme Lux... But we'll see just how creative she is in the ring."

*Tossing it aside, it falls open as it falls to the floor. Betsy's voice rings out again, much to Lux's vexation. In a fit of temper, he picks up the card and rips it up viciously. The pieces flutter through the air like confetti before landing at his feet. Unfortunately, it doesn't stop Betsy's mocking tone. Fed up completely, Lux begins to stomp down on the voice box; it garbles comically before it finally dies. The splinters of plastic cling to the grooves of his shoes; cursing to himself, he kicks the pieces off. Covering her mouth to keep from laughing out loud, Betsy pushes herself away from the wall and rushes away before Lux could storm out of the room and see her.*

*With the same caution as her approach, Betsy slowly makes her way back to the door on all fours. Once she's back in her safe zone, she slides up the wall and waits. It doesn't take long at all; When Outcast turns back towards the mirrors, his eyes catch the flash of red that had suddenly appeared on his gym bag. He glances around the room, his body tense and eyes alert. Slowly, he walks over to his bag and picks up the envelope. Like Lux, he observes the swirling handwriting. It doesn't change the look of distrust on his face; flipping it over, he tears it open with little care. His eyes narrow when he sees the cheerful message of good luck on the front and the label for the recording. He opens it slowly.*

""Dearest Outcast, it's such a gas,
That you truly think you can outlast,
Both Shawn and I to win this match,
You have a better shot at Kylie Moore's snatch.
Love, Betsy"

*Outcast shakes his head slowly, his face wearing a grimace. He says nothing and rips the card into pieces before scattering it to the wind.*

*Snorting into her fingers, Betsy rushes away... And bumps straight into Shawn Warstein. Her giggles turned to a gasp and she drops the envelope in her hand. Before she can recover it, Warstein swoops down and grabs it. Recognizing Betsy's handwriting and his own name, he looks at her with a quirked eyebrow. As he opens it, Betsy locks her hands behind her back and smiles sheepishly.*

""You weren't meant to see that until after I was out of the room."

"I bet not."

*He pulls out the card and smirks at the chipper good luck message on the front. Opening the card, they lock eyes as her words sing out.*

""Sensei, stablemate, dearest Brother Mine,
I know you don't think so, but now is my time,
It doesn't matter what you do, it's my time to shine,
I'm sorry that you have to be the mountain I climb.
Love, Sister Yours"

*For several moments, there isn't a word spoken between them.*

"Seems a bit.... I dunno... like a bit too simplistic of a rhyming scheme. Word of advice sister mine..."

*The ever-determined Betsy nods.*

"Don't waste your time on cute little notes to your opponents. Stay focused on the task at hand."

""You think I'm not focused?"

"I'm not saying that. What I'm saying is; did you notice what they were doing when you dropped them off? Were they out and about passing notes? No. They were preparing. There's a time and a place for shenanigans, hours before your next biggest match, isn't the time or the place."

*Betsy continues to nod, then suddenly stops herself.*

""Wait just a second, what are you doing out here? Shouldn't you be preparing?"

"Do as I say, not as I do. Good luck tonight."

*Shawn gives Betsy a quick hug before placing the note in his back pocket and continuing down the hallway. Betsy watches him for a moment curiously before turning away to get herself ready for the uphill battle ahead of her. The camera cuts out.*

Singles Match
Alessandro Quagliaterre (7-0) vs. Crash Rodriguez (5-6-1)

Hood: Now it is time for the pyromaniac known as AQ to get hardcore.

Rockwell: He will be facing maybe his biggest test to date in GCWA as he takes on Crash Rodriguez in Crash's game of hardcore.

Hood: I like Crash's new look; it will really add some juice to his run here in GCWA.

*The punchy opening riff and drums of "It's Gonna Be a Long Night" by Ween start to fill the arena. As the opening lyrics begin Crash Rodriguez hits the stage wearing his crown of barbed wire.*

"Heard that you are new in town
Someone said you party down
Well, later, I'll be comin' 'round
We'll rack 'em up and suck 'em down"

*As Crash's music plays the crowd begins to react as the shot moves to the entrance way but Crash does not appear. Eventually the music fades out as the entire song plays. There is an awkward silence before the crowd gives an annoyed boo.*

Rockwell: Well, that is very odd. Crash Rodriguez didn't come out during his entrance for some reason.

Hood: I swear I saw him in catering earlier.

Rockwell: Speaking of that, you have some mustard on your shirt.

Hood: DARN IT! This shirt is dry clean only.

*The lights dim out to an almost pitch black darkness. The crowd falls silent wondering what is happening. The sound of a woman screams.*

"OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

*The lights turn back on illuminating brightly around the arena. Music subtly preludes into the arena, with a continuous phonetic utterance echoing around the venue by the same female who was screaming.*

"Bum bum be-dum, bum bum be-dum bum
Bum bum be-dum, bum bum be-dum bum
Bum bum be-dum, bum bum be-dum bum
Bum bum be-dum, bum bum be-dum bum"

*"Disturbia" by Rihanna then plays on the sound system, and the crowd immediately responded with a mixed reception. Alessandro Quagliaterre then bursts through the curtain full of energy. They are decisive in their indifference, not sure whether to love or hate him with the tension at a knife edge. He soaks in the atmosphere and poses at the top of the ramp with a couple of dabs. He elongates this action for a considerable length of time, and this pisses the crowd off.*

Rockwell: LOOK OUT AQ!

Hood: There's Crash.

*As AQ is posing Crash Rodriguez runs out of the entrance way and slams a trashcan into the back of AQ, knocking AQ to all fours. Crash lifts the trashcan over his head and slams it across AQ's back. AQ falls flat on his face and Crash throws the chair down before posing to the crowd. *

Rockwell: Crash Rodriguez is gaining an early advantage here, and trying to put AQ away quick.

Hood: Hey, these guys don't get paid by the hour.

Rockwell: Surprised you didn't go with a "taking out the trash" joke there.

Hood: I don't go with that type of low brow humor.

*Crash turns back to AQ as AQ is getting to his knees. Crash shoves the trashcan over AQ's head and then takes a few quick steps backwards and then runs forward with a dropkick to the trashcan. AQ falls back and begins rolling down the entrance way, still inside of the can. Once at the bottom of the entrance way AQ shoves the can off of himself and starts using the ring apron to get to his feet. Crash comes running down the entrance way at AQ, but AQ is able to bend down and catch Crash with a back drop, but Crash goes onto the apron and springs off the ropes coming back down catching AQ's head and dropping him with a DDT onto the ringside mat. *

Hood: OUCH!

Rockwell: A back hand spring into a DDT onto the floor, AQ has to be out.

*Crash hooks AQ in half nelson and rolls him onto his back and pins him, but the referee waives it off saying the pin has to be in the ring. Crash gets to his feet and tries lifting AQ up, but AQ appears to be out cold. Crash is using all his strength trying to pull AQ up when AQ suddenly comes too and lifts Crash up onto his shoulder and runs him into the ring post. AQ falls to his knees still trying to recover while Crash crumbles to the ground in a heap. *

Hood: Like the television title, Crash Rodriguez's hopes and dreams of victory have gone up in flames.

Rockwell: Crash is down and hurt, but AQ isn't looking much better.

*Crash has pulled himself into a seated position, leaning against the ring steps. AQ though has made it up to his feet. AQ sees Crash slumped against the steps and AQ charges and goes for a big kick, but Crash moves out of the way and AQ boots the steps. AQ shouts in pain and hops around on one foot, holding his bad foot and yelling about his toe. Crash scrambles to his feet and climbs the steps and leaps off the top step with a cross body, but AQ catches him. AQ turns and launches Crash into the security railing. Crash hits with a sick thud and slumps to the ground. AQ takes a few fast steps and plants a boot into the ribs of Crash. *

Rockwell: AQ is looking more vicious tonight than we have ever seen him look in GCWA.

Hood: The people wanted hardcore and AQ is giving it to them.

Rockwell: Finally, this match enters the ring.

*AQ has rolled back into the ring as Crash is trying to pull himself up onto the apron. As Crash gets onto the apron AQ goes to grab him but Crash fires a shoulder through the top and middle rope into AQ's stomach. AQ doubles over and Crash sling shots himself over the top rope and rolls over AQ's back landing on his feet. Crash charges across the ring and hits the ropes and comes back at AQ. AQ spins around and goes for a clothesline but Crash ducks and jumps to the second rope and springs off and turns back to AQ, but jumps up and catches Crash in mid-air with a high knee. Crash falls to the mat and AQ instantly goes for a pin.*

Kickout.

Rockwell: How are these men moving this fast after all the damage they have taken already?

Hood: The GCWA only employs the finest of athletes, and they also employ Wrath of the Storm.

*AQ hammers a couple hard right hands to the head of Crash before rolling to the outside and looking under the ring and pulls out a table and slides it under the bottom rope into the ring. AQ hops onto the apron and starts climbing into the ring when Crash charges and kicks the middle rope snapping it into the groin of AQ. AQ falls to the mat holding his crotch and rolling around in pain. Crash takes advantage of AQ being down and grabs the table and sits it up in the corner, leaning it against the turnbuckle. In this time AQ is able to get back to his knees and as Crash comes for him AQ hops up and catches Crash with a spinebuster. Crash is laid out on the mat, while AQ slowly gets to his feet and looks at the table in the corner.*

Hood: Why doesn't AQ just go for the pin?

Rockwell: It looks like AQ is planning something with the table.

*AQ grabs Crash and lifts him off the mat and then lifts Crash up onto his shoulder. AQ turns and starts running towards the table, but Crash slides free down behind AQ and shoves AQ towards the table. AQ is able to stop himself just before hitting the table. Crash charges at AQ, but AQ side steps and tosses Crash by the head face first into the table. Crash hits the table and the table doesn't break. Crash staggers backwards into the arms of AQ who catches Crash with a German suplex and bridges into a pin.*

Kickout.

Rockwell: How did Crash Rodrigues kick out of that?

Hood: If that table had broken, I don't think he would have.

*AQ can't believe Crash kicked out as he gets to his feet shaking his head. AQ starts punching his head, to psyche himself up before hitting Zidane Headbutt. Crash pulls himself to his feet and AQ charges for the Zidane Headbutt but Crash leaps up and wraps his legs around AQ's head going for a hurriconrana. As Crash goes down though, AQ is able to use his size and strength to stop the move and slow lifts Crash up into a powerbomb position. AQ starts charging across the ring in an attempt to powerbomb Crash into the table, when Crash sticks a thumb in AQ's eye. AQ breaks his grip on Crash and Crash slips off of AQ's shoulders dropping AQ with facebuster.*

Hood: Nice counter by Crash Rodriguez.

Rockwell: Do you mean the thumb to the eye or the face buster?

Hood: Both.

*Crash rolls to the outside and heads down the entrance way as quick as he can and disappears into the shadows of the entrance way, but remerges dragging another trashcan, this time it is filled with various weapons. While Crash is headed back to ringside, AQ rolls out of the ring and begins to head towards Crash. Crash stops and quickly reaches into the trashcan and pulls out a fire extinguisher and begins spraying AQ with it.*

Rockwell: We could have used that fire extinguisher for the television titles last week.

Hood: Crash is trying to cool off AQ and his hot streak.

*AQ stumbles backwards and falls down, coughing and trying to clear his eyes. Crash tosses the extinguisher to the side and reaches into the trashcan again and this time pulls out a kendo stick. Crash moves in on AQ and swings the stick but AQ scrambles backwards avoiding the shot. AQ is up against the ring and Crash charges with another shot, but AQ disappears rolling under the ring.*

Hood: AQ is running away like a sissy.

Rockwell: Running away? What is he supposed to do, just sit there and let the stick hit him?

Hood: AQ is running from the kendo stick like it is Tony The Spider.

*Crash looks around the ring a bit, shrugs his shoulders and then goes under the ring after AQ.*

Rockwell: What do you think is going on under there?

Hood: Maybe they are playing seven minutes in Heaven.

*After a moment Crash emerges from under the ring and is obviously still looking for AQ. Crash begins circling the ring yelling for AQ to come out and fight. Crash stops for a moment and begins banging the stick on the side of the ring. Suddenly, AQ's hands appear from under the ring and grab Crash's ankles. AQ pulls hard tripping Crash and then begins dragging him under the ring. Crash tries clawing at the mats to keep from going under but cannot stop it as AQ drags him under the ring.*

Hood: What is the world is going on here?

Rockwell: Can we get a camera under there?

*AQ emerges from under the ring and slowly crawls to his feet, clearly looking as if he has been in a battle. AQ heads for the trashcan, lifts it up, and throws it into the ring. The contents of the trashcan spill out onto the ring canvas and AQ goes back to the ring apron and lifts it up but Crash isn't there. Suddenly, Crash appears on the other side of the ring and rolls into the ring. As AQ stands up Crash charges and dives out of the ring onto AQ with a suicide dive.*

Rockwell: Crash Rodriguez appeared from nowhere and dove onto AQ.

Hood: No, he didn't.

Rockwell: It literally just happened.

Hood: No, he didn't appear from out of nowhere, he appeared from under the ring, which is somewhere.

*Crash grabs AQ and rolls him into the ring and then follows in. Crash picks something up off of the mat and holds it next to his head and looks into the camera revealing it is a frames autograph photo of Tony The Spider. Crash waits for AQ to get to his knees and then shatters the frame over AQ's head sending glass flying and slightly cutting open AQ's head.*

Hood: Looks like Tony The Spider is a pain in both AQ's ass and his head.

Rockwell: Will AQ eventually fight Tony?

Hood: Probably not.

Rockwell: But Tony stole his new belt.

Hood: I'm sure AQ can just pay for another one.

*AQ rolls around on the mat holding his head and Crash picks up a Crown Royal bag and unties. Crash holds the bag high in the air and turns it over, pouring out what must be over a thousand thumbtacks. This draws a big reaction from the crowd, and Crash throws the empty back into the crowd. This distraction though gave AQ time to recover and Crash turns right into a charging AQ who drives Crash back into the turnbuckle. AQ stands up and begins delivering rapid fire right hands to the jaw of Crash. With each punch Crash sinks a little lower in the corner until he is in a seated position. AQ then stands up straight and begins stomping away on Crash After several stomps to the torso of Crash, AQ takes a few steps back and looks enraged.*

Hood: This is certainly a new side of AQ.

Rockwell: I think being busted open may have flipped a switch in him.

Hood: Was it being busted open, or was it that it was Tony the Spider's photo that did it?

*AQ wipes the blood out of his eyes and as Crash begins pulling himself up AQ charges into the corner. At the last-minute Crash gets a boot up that catches AQ in the jaw. AQ staggers back, but doesn't go down. Crash hops to the second turnbuckle and leaps off, but AQ catches Crash and spins him around delivering a spinebuster right into the thumbtacks. AQ climbs on top of Crash and makes the pin.*

Kickout.

Rockwell: It took the referee longer than usual to get into position or AQ might have got him there.

Hood: The Ref probably didn't want to get down in those tacks and slap his hand onto any tack either, that would hurt.

Rockwell: I wonder if he gets hazard pay.

*AQ gets to his feet, and is obviously having words with the Ref. AQ then begins running around in circles making himself dizzy out of frustrated. AQ stops and sizes up Crash as he begins to get up and AQ starts signaling for the Zidane Headbutt. AQ charges at Crash and at the last second Crash side steps and shoves AQ towards the table in the corner, but AQ is able to stop short. AQ spins around to see Crash charging and AQ catches Crash in a overhead belly-to-belly suplex sending Crash flying through the table. AQ pulls Crash out of the corner and makes the pin.*

Three...

Minos: Here is your winner... Alessandro Quagliaterre!!