Andy: The following contest is set for one fall! Introducing first, from Newport, Rhode Island, weighing 237 pounds, representing Bad Boy Inc., here is James "Simply the Best" Pillow! Dan: James Pillow will be taking on his first major AICW challenge tonight in the Canadian native, Daron Foley! James: Yo, he ain't no challenge! Canadians is weak, yo! Word! Andy: And his opponent--from Toronto, Ontario (fans pop)--weighing in at 255 pounds, here is Daron Foley!!! Dan: Listen to this ovation for Daron Foley! James: Yo, he their boy! 'Course they gon' be cheering for him! Dan: Foley stops to salute both the Canadian Maple Leaf and the Fleur-de-Lis in a sign of respect to his country! Foley enters the ring, but Pillow wasting no time in going after him! Foley ducks under a clothesline attempt, and takes Pillow down with a clothesline of his own! Foley with an Irish whip to the turnbuckle, and now he's delivering a series of European uppercuts to Pillow! Foley hits a snap suplex out of the corner, and now he goes right to a reverse chinlock! James: Yo, ref, better check that! Might be a choke or somethin'! Dan: Pillow gets to his feet, and now a series of elbows to the midsection forces Foley to break the hold! Pillow nails Foley with a boot to the gut, and now a springboard bulldog! Pillow stomps away at him! Now Pillow with an Irish whip, and a leg lariat! Pillow brings Foley back to his feet, but Foley knees him in the gut! Foley follows up with a gutwrench suplex! Now Foley waiting for Pillow to get back to his feet...DDT takes him down! Daron Foley wrestling very well thus far! James: Naw kid! Foley's still WACK! Dan: Foley applying a camel clutch and James Pillow in trouble! Samantha banging on the mat as the crowd very much into it! Referee James Roma checking for the submission, but Pillow refusing to give up. Foley releasing the hold and he's letting Pillow get to his feet. Pillow clutching his back in pain as Foley bouncing off the ropes! He comes back and NO!!!! James Pillow ducks and Daron Foley misses the drop kick! Smart move by the veteran James Pillow! James: That ain't no smart move! He tripped yo! Dan: He did not! Pillow taking advantage of the situation as he immediately goes after Foley! Pillow, brings him to his feet. He sends him to the ropes and PILLOW CONNECTS WITH A DROPKICK OF HIS OWN! Pillow with the count...... one.......two........and that's all he can get! James: Thats cause he's WACK! Foley wack too! They ain't got nutin on ol James Mack! Dan: Pillow lifts him up and great suplex by James Pillow! And James Pillow taking care of business! Pillow to the ropes and NICE LEGDROP BY PILLOW! Pillow with the cover again.........one........two.......three! NO! Foley with the kickout once again! Pillow lifting him up and TIGER BOMB!!! Devestating as Sensuous Samantha applauds for her man! James: No doubt baby! She clappin for James Mack! Dan: You wish! Pillow climbing up! Pillow going up to the top ropes! Pillow setting Foley up! But he's taking much too much time here James! Pillow leaps off the top and FOLEY MOVES!!!!! And Pillow goes crashing to the mat!!!! Foley on his feet! Foley pulling Pillow up. He locks his arms around him and BOO-YA!!! Belly to Belly Suplex by Foley and James Pillow is in serious trouble! James: Foley gonna put that head to bed yo! Dan: AND THERE IT IS!!! He slapped on the Dark Ride!!! No one has ever escaped this hold!!! James Pillow is in trouble...James Pillow trying to hold on......referee James Roma checking for the submission.....and the referee is calling for the bell!!! (DING DING DING) Andy: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match by submission, Daron Foley!!! Dan: Daron Foley gets an impressive victory over the man who calls himself "Simply the Best"! James: Yo, what kinda name is that anyway? "Pillow," know what I'm sayin'? Dan: Ladies and gentlemen, at our next pay-per-view, the Steel City Meltdown, we will see AICW World Heavyweight Champion, The Saint, take on the challenge of the Hard Line, Byron Brady! In just a few moments, we are going to have the official signing of the contract for that match! Let's take you down to ringside where Argie Otero is standing by! Argie: Okie-dokie! As you all know, the AICW Steel City Meltdown is just a few weeks away, and the World's Champion, the Saint, will be defending against the Survival Challenge winner, "Hard Line" Byron Brady. Well, being as it's only a few weeks off, we ought to sign a contract and make it all official-like, wouldn't you say? Now without any further ado, let's bring out the boys! ("The Great American Nightmare" by White Zombie begins to blare over the sound system as Byron Brady makes his way down the aisle. Kelly Lynn accompanies him in a creme business suit with a black blouse beneath the jacket. Brady is dressed in blue jeans and a black T-shirt with the red, white and blue AICW on the sleeves and the slogan "The Hardest Line Since the Spanish Inquisition" written in white across the front. He is carrying "Dama Acero" with him. There is a large sticker of Chris Del Rio's logo on Dama Acero.) James: Yo, why he got Chris Del Rio's name stuck up on there? Dan: Perhaps it's to serve as a marker for Brady, much like old fighter pilots used to do when they took down the enemy. Brady enters the ring, tossing a look of disdain in Argie's direction! James: Yo, what's his problem? He thinks he's all hard or somethin'! Argie: And now, the man he will be facing: The AICW World Heavyweight Champion, the Saint! (The Saint comes down the aisle in jeans, T-shirt, and combat boots.) Dan: Here comes the World Champ! He's dressed very simply, no-nonsense...he means business! James: Yo, he prob'ly just forgot to change. Dan: The Saint steps through the ropes and slings his belt over his shoulder. The Saint very quiet, very still--he's just staring Brady down! Argie: Okie-dokie! The Saint, being the World's Champion, should sign first... (The Saint, without taking his eyes off Brady, snatches the pen from Argie's hand and signs the contract)...alrighty...now, if we could have the challenger... (Brady takes the microphone) BB: I want to make sure that everyone watching this program, as well as the other wrestlers of AICW know exactly where I'm coming from concerning this upcoming title match, my opponent and this federation. (Byron looks over at The Saint) Cowboy, I have no problems admitting that I think you may be the finest wrestler in AICW today. Your record proves this, your skills prove this, and your demeanor within the ring proves this. BUT..(Byron points an index finger at The Saint) YOU didn't win the World Heavyweight Championship, Saint. WE did. Does that eat at you, Saint? Not knowing that YOU beat Kyle Bane clean? Well...if it does, thank that "lady" on your right, because it's her LACK OF AUTHORITY that has led to my recent attitude change. Had Argie Ortero DONE HER JOB, it's doubtful I would've felt the need to punish Bane for his attack on me at No Gimmicks Needed. (Byron takes a long pause, glaring at both Artero and Saint.) As I look at the two of you, I realize that this organization is ruled by a spineless accountant and a delusional man who has to ask himself daily, "Should I be the AICW World Champion?". If that isn't an indictment against the best fed under the sun, I don't know what is. (Byron points at himself) What "evil" do you plan on purging here, Saint? Your whole gig in this fed has been about "cleansing" and "redemption", blah, blah, blah. I've carried the standard of decency and fair competition since I entered AICW, and there were very few people willing to stand with Byron Brady when I first got embroiled with Bane. Saint, you haven't even expressed why you don't like me. All of your anger has suddenly appeared since I went out and called a duck a duck and told the TRUTH about you: the fact that you are arrogant, the fact that you deceive your followers by not making them privy to the ENTIRE truth...Face it, Saint....you're upset because one of the "good guys" saw through your religious facade and called you on it. You think because you're on this Godly quest that you're immune to criticism or something? Well, Choir Boy, I don't believe in God and I don't believe in the sh!t you try and pull. How GODLY is a man who attacks an injured ally of his for NO-DAMNED-REASON, other than he was a bit pissed off at the time? Mark McMahon wasn't doing a damn thing to you, Saint, and he went through HELL so that ultimately, you could call yourself champion in this fed. Is THAT how you reward somebody? Like your outhouse of a church, you don't think things through, Saint. You don't bother to look at the big picture, you're just concerned about (Byron punctuates with his extended finger.) You, You, You! In my book, that doesn't make a champion; it makes a greedy little b@stard who looks out for himself and no one else. If you don't know that, Saint, then you don't deserve to wear the AICW World Heavyweght Championship belt around your waist. Finally, (Byron looks directly at Argie) Ortero, you better hope The Saint can get the job done when we hit Pittsburgh. If I'm skilled enough to take that strap from him, I don't plan on having so short or placid a title reign my second time around. I will USE that belt and all of its power to force you to do your job properly, bank on it. or...you'll kick me out of this league for trying. (Byron relinquishes the microphone.) Dan: Brady signs the contract, while the Saint stares a hole through him! You can see the hatred in his eyes! That glare looks almost demonic! (The Saint snatches the microphone) Saint: Brady, as I stood here listening to you drone on about this and that, about your plan on beating me for this title, about how you don't like me or don't trust me, or whatever goes through that weak mind of yours, keep in mind that YOU are the one who screwed up at Survival of the Fittest. I don't like you.....No, let me rephrase that I despise, I LOATHE you and everything you are about. You stabbed me in the back at Survival. I was there as your teammate, willing to out aside my personal differences for the greater good. Apparently that was good enough for you. I defeated Kyle Bane. I brought down the Demonweb. I did what you had tried to do for so long yet failed and it was killing you inside. I stole your thunder, and you couldn't take it. Envy has truly creeped inside your head, and warped your thinking for you just had to show me up at Survival didn't you? You just couldn't stand that I am holding a belt you coughed back over to Bane because you are weak! Weak in body, weak in spirit, weak in mind! If you wanted a title match, all you had to do was say so. I don't duck anyone. I fear no man, especially not you. I have made a life's work out of humbling men much stronger and more skilled than yourself. I have broken spirits and shattered souls of thousands upon thousands of men upon this earth, and you will another victim to my sinners hit list. I will reach into your soul and rip out the demon of envy that has been plaguing you ever since I set foot in the AICW. You are jealous of me, you are jealous of all I have accomplished, and you cannot stand it that these fans have taken to me like they took to you! You are looking at me as your ticket back to the spotlight, back to glory, back to power, back to the top. Well, if you want it all THAT BAD............come and get it! Dan: Uh-oh! Things getting rather tense here, as AICW officials swarm between Brady and the Saint, along with Argie Otero herself! Tensions are escalating leading into Steel City Meltdown, and things are set to explode! This is one you won't wanna miss, folks! Stay with us!!