And now...

[Gavin Drake]

The fans cheer, as that music can only mean one thing! And after a moment, and an explosion of flames the AWA Hardcore Champion walks from the back. Drake pauses, adjusting his suit jacket before he lifts a hand to the title belt draped across his shoulder.

He smirked, then headed down the ramp. He climbed inside, walking back and forth before he called for a mic. The music and cut, and he nodded. "Right then, Mikkey this week at Anarchy you may have beaten Ripper! But, mate, you ended the night eating the big man's fist before you were hit with an Echelon into the bloody ramp!"

The fans cheered at that, and Drake nodded. "So Mikkey if you are you bloody Family Jewells think you can stop the Blood of Kings, yeah? You can bloody try it, because I will give you the same thing I gave bloody Potato!"

The fans cheered, and Drake paced back and forth. Then he shrugged, adjusting the belt on his shoulder. "Which brings me to the bloody world Champion's trollop! I am talking about Marcus Cooper!"

The fans booed at that, and Drake nodded. "Yeah, right then. Cooper, you may have given Jake Andrews a beating at Anarchy! But you know what, mate? You are taking the piss because at Anarchy this week? I am going to give you lot a bloody beating that will make Massacre at 34th Street look like a day at the beach!"

The fans exploded, and Drake smirked. "I am not bloody sure, what you are going to do when I take away your only bloody claim to fame? But maybe then that bloody piece of degenerate trash whose coat tails you ride, will kick your arse to the curb!"

Drake nodded with approval, and the fans were cheering as he shrugged. Then he shook his head, lifting his mic again before he smirked. "Which brings me to your bloody meal ticket the so called AWA World Heavyweight Champion known as Mr. Green."

The fans booed, and Drake nodded in agreement. "Bloody right, Green! You bloody piece of trash, you need to watch your step, mate! Because at Anarchy I am taking back my tag team title, and then? I am going to take that bloody World title from your pudgy waist at Resolution!"

The fans cheered at that, and Drake shrugged. "You see Green, you are about to be a bloody footnote! A transitional champion between Frost and the greatest AWA Champion in history, the Pride of Britain, the Blood of Kings, and one half of the AWA Tag Team Champions!"

Drake paused. "The bloody Hardcore Champion, and the man who walked into the Elimination Chamber and kicked the piss out of five other pieces of bloody trash!"

The fans cheered, and Drake lifted a hand. "No offense, Jake."

And then he continued.

"To become the AWA World Heavyweight Champion, Gavin Drake! Right? Better then!"

The fans cheered, and Drake smirked.

[Donzig]

Ventura stated that business was about to pick up, and the fans booed as Donzig stepped from the back. The self proclaimed Corporate God scowled, chewing on his cigar before he adjusted his own business suit. Then he walked down the ramp, climbing inside.

He frowned at Drake who just smirked at his former mentor, then called for a mic. Then he lifted it, flicking aside his cigar. "Let me get this fucking right, because I don't believe what I am hearing."

Donzig paused, and then he glared at Drake. "You think I should give you the coveted sixth spot inside the Elimination Chamber? You think I should give you, the man who turned his back on me after I carried you to greatness? The man who left that fucking piece of shit, Joel fucking Frost kick me in the fucking face? You think I should give you a chance to win the World Heavyweight Title?"

Drake started to answer, and Donzig cut him off. "I'm not done, buddy."

Drake snorted. "I am not your buddy, friend."

Donzig arched a brow, then snapped back angrily. "I am not your friend, guy."

Drake fired back. "I am not your guy, buddy."

The pair stared at each other, and the fans laughed before Donzig spat. "You fucking have been walking around here, getting in my face! Getting in my fucking business! Sticking your nose where it shouldn't be! And I am going to hand you a fucking World Heavyweight Title shot? For real? Really?"

Drake smirked, then lifted his mic. "Really."

Donzig scowled, his eyes narrowed. "Drake, I am in a good mood today. Mostly because I have made everyone else miserable, so I am going to let you try to convince me you should be in this match. Tell me why it should be Gavin fucking Drake, and not, I don't know."

Donzig paused, then lifted his hand to stop counting on his fingers. "The Samoan Wrecking Crew, Kevin Kash, Mikkey, El Gallo Negro, or for that matter? David goddamned Slam II! Or maybe that guy with the sledgehammer I actually kind of liked before Slam pinned his ass in October! Explain it to me!"

The fans cheered, and Donzig fumed as Drake grinned.

[Ryan Green]

"for every friggin reason that twat gives you for being in my main event match at Resolution, ill give you two reason why he in fact should not even be under contract and should be sitting in the cheap seats with the rest of the twats!"

<>the attention is drawn to the awa tag team and world heavyweight champion as he emerges from the back.
Green is not allown, next to him is his tag team championship partner, Marcus Cooper.
both men are smiling as they head down the ramp and take up two spots in the ring.
Green extended his hand to Donzig, wanting to shake it and show Gavin Drake that he was most definately out numbered. Donzig looked down and then back up, meeting Green eye to eye<>

Donzig
"The only reason i touch anyone is to hurt them, do you wish to be hurt?"

<>Green snaps his hand away, he does not want to look weak so decides not to answer, rather simply move on to what he has to say<>

"i am your reigning awa world heavyweight champion. Gaving Drake is the reigning awa hardcore champion, he has his business and i have mine, there should be no reason for us to cross paths, he is beneath me and in no way deserves a spot in the main event at Resolution.
In fact, guvna, i have no idea why you allowed the thrown together bullshit team of Drake and Jake Andrews to get a tag team title shot against Cooper and I, its about as disrespectful to these belts as having the Power Project fight for them!

But, you are the boss so what you says goes, i know that and i respect that.
All i want to do is make it very clear that this man standing in front of you, Gavin Drake, is not worthy of be associated with the awa world championship, and to be honest the talent listed as possible '6th spot fillers' is pretty lame.
I suggest your best bet is to put Marcus Cooper in that spot and that way your guarenteed a great result!"

[Kevin Kash]

Pyro suddenly erupted as new music began to fill the AWA Arena, the lights flashed red as a figure began to walk down the ramp, wearing black jeans, a black t shirt with a bloody skull design, and leather bomber jacket, the camera moved in closer to the mans face as it was revealed to be 'The Suicide Kid' Kevin Kash as fans started cherring, the four men in the ring, looked none too impressed, Kash climbed in the ring and snatched the mic from Green as the lights went back to normal and the music faded. Kash put the mic to his lips and walked towards Donzig.





Kash: So....Let me get this straight...The 6th spot in the elimination chamber for the AWA Championship..and you expect me, to kiss your ass for that spot, and you expect other people to kiss your ass for it too? Well guess what, BOSS? I don't like that...





Donzig sneered at Kash as fans gave a small pop.





Kash: As a matter of fact I don't like you at all, because you are just like Draven, you're blind!...



... You don't know a good champion when you see them, you got this worthless piece of trash as your world champion Points at Green, who glares at Kash.!....



....What the fuck were you thinking? If anything I should be the one holding that championship, I've beaten some of the best in the AWA, and all I got were three Hardcore title reigns!...



...you and Draven were holding me back, because you knew that once I get a hold onto that championship, I will be unstoppable, you know it, Green knows it, everyone in the back knows it, and these Fans know it.



Fans cheer loud as Donzig looks pissed off.




And if you don't put me in that chamber, I'm just going to have to put myself into it, whether you like it or not.




Kash turns around and looks at Gavin Drake and rolls his eyes before he walks over to Green.





Kash: You just hold onto that title and keep it warm for me for a little longer, because pretty soon, that belt will be resting on my shoulders, and don't try to get your little boyfriend to get in my way either.





Green's face gets red with anger as well as Cooper's face as Kash looks at all four of the men, who looked pretty much ticked.





Kash: What? You four got problems with me, then why not do something about it! i could use a little warm up fight.





Kash drops the mic and cracks his neck, raising his fist up ready to fight.

[Donzig]

"Guvna, this gu--" Green started.

"Bloody hell! This arse is tak--" Drake cut him off, and they started glaring at each other before Donzig lifted a hand. And then he turned to glare at Kash.

He rolled his shoulders, and then he lifted the mic. "Listen, Kash, I am only going to say this one fucking time."

Donzig paused, and he looked around the fans and the three men in the ring. Then he stepped forward, tilting his head to stare at Kash before he spoke. "I am blind? I am like Timmy? I don't recognize your fucking talent?"

The Hardcore Incarnate drew in a deep breath, and Drake stepped back. Green arched a brow and then followed, and Kash looked at them being blind to the fact that Donzig was about to explode.

"Really? Because as I recall I booked you against the AWA World Heavyweight Champion! I booked you for a fucking chance at the AWA Hardcore Title! And let me tell you, you have talent!"

Donzig snorted. "Sadly, sometimes talent is not enough, is it?"

Kash started to answer, and Donzig glared at him. His eyes blazing as he growled, a hand lifting to jab a finger at the Suicide Kid. "That was a rhetorical question, I actually don't want an answer. In fact, Sunshine, I don't even give a flying fuck what your answer is."

The D-Unit exploded, and Donzig drew back as he drew another deep breath. And he paced, pausing to glare at the three before he lifted the mic. "I fucking kicked, clawed, bit, and committed several felonies to win a World Title! Do you all get that?"

Donzig scowled. "Seriously, I betrayed everyone I ever cared about, sold my soul, and literally went insane to win exactly two World Heavyweight Titles!"

The three men considered this, and Donzig waved his hand. "Show of hands! Who has held Timmy at knifepoint? Who kidnapped Draven and threatened to cut out his fucking eye for a title?"

No one lifted a hand, Donzig grunted. "Put a cigar out in Jake Seven's face? Smashed Anthony Jordan with a chair? Hit Ripper with a semi?"

Again silence, and Donzig mused. "Kidnap and assault Alexis Morningstar and/or David Slam?"

The three again said nothing, and Donzig shrugged. And then he lifted the mic, spitting. "You fuckers, alright I am going to settle this right now. The sixth man is going to be--"

The fans were waiting, and the three were waiting! And then Johhny Cash played, and Donzig muttered as he pulled out his cell. "Sup, bro?"

Donzig listened, then frowned. "Really? Again? We just had one remember? Fatal Fourway?"

Donzig grunted, nodding before he snapped the phone shut. "Christ, I guess his way would be more entertaining. Listen, here is what we are going to fucking do."

Donzig flicked through his phone, scowling. "On January 11th, there will be a series of three matches! Drake, Mikkey, Ripper, Kash, Cooper, and a superstar I will name next week will compete in three matches! The three winners will then face off in a Triple Threat Match on January 18th! And the winner of that by the sanction of the Draven Family will be the Sixth Man inside of the Elimination Chamber!"

The fans exploded, and the three men in the ring stared at each other. Then Donzig snapped his phone shut, shoving it into his jacket before he stared at them. "And you three? On are on then fucking ice."