The Icon Speaks.

[Brian Shelby]

The fans were on their feet, booing as the Icon Brian Shelby came from the back as 'No Love' blasted across the speakers. And he frowned, looking around before he reached up to jerk off his sun glasses.

He tucked them into his jacket, frowning before he started down the ramp. He climbed into the ring, taking a mic before he waved a hand and spoke.

Shelby: "This week before I make everyone's favorite over-rated piece of Samoan crap tap out inside this ring! Before I show the Man they call DJay that I am the best submission wrestler in the AWA!"

The fans booed, jeering as Shelby laughed. He smirked, shaking his head before he adjusted his jacket. And then he lifted the mic.

Shelby: "DJay is the biggest flop in AWA history, eclipsing even Kokaine."

The fans booed, and Shelby laughed.

Shelby: "And speaking of flops? This week before I crush DJay? The Aussie Icon and I have a match with my two former comrades, Joel Frost--"

The fans gave a mixed pop, and Shelby sneered. Then he frowned, continuing.

Shelby: "And that piece of shit, Gavin Drake!"

The fans were cheering now, calling for Drake as Shelby stared at them with angry eyes. His lips pressed into a thin line, and he shook his head before he lifted the mic.

Shelby: "Now I know exactly how good those two are, but I will also tell you this? They can not stand each other, and they never could! Too much ego, too much thinking they are both the greatest thing since sliced cheese."

Shelby paused, walking back and forth.

Shelby: "All the while, ignoring the most talented and clearly best in the business, the best in the Affliction! The Icon Brian Shleby!"

The fans disagreed, and they cheered wildly as Shelby frowned. And he yelled at them, furious before he adjusted his jacket before he brought the mic back up.

Shelby: "I fucking carried Drake! I carried him! He is a garbage wrestler, and everyone knows it! He's a fucking hack!"

The fans booed, jeering as Shelby attacked the Blood of Kings! And Shelby snarled as he continued, shaking his head.

Shelby: "If all of you want to hate on Croc or even that piece of shit Mr. Green! Let's talk about Frost, because beating David Slam II? Is barely better then beating Green or even say the Bagel Guy! And all of you know it!

The fans booed, and Shelby smirked as he had struck a nerve.

Shelby: "Croc is the first real Champion this company has had since before MJW! And all of you know it! And you know that Green has no chance of winning back the title, anymore then DJay has a chance of not being tapped the fuck out!

Shelby laughed, and the fans were still booing.

Shelby: "And just like the weaker half of the Affliction has no chance against the Icons on Monday!

[Gavin Drake]

At this point, 'Amazing' hits and the fans explode as Gavin Drake stormed from the back. He smirked, shaking his head as he looked at Shelby. Then he adjusted his belt at his shoulder, heading for the ring.

He climbed inside, rolling his shoulders before he took a mic. And he waved a hand at Shelby. "Mate, I believe I speak for everyone when I say? I am sick of your bloody mouth!"

The fans cheer, and Drake nodded.

"You walk out here, and start running your mouth about real champions! And who has done what, and this and that! But mate? We all know who carried who!"

The fans cheered, and Shelby frowned as he stepped closer. And Drake's eyes narrowed, and he adjusted the belt at his shoulder. "And then you start about Frost and I's relationship? Listen, mate, I think maybe you should tell everyone about you and Frost's relationship!"

Drake laughed, stepping closer. "The long nights, the sweaty wrestling matches, the steamy showers! You and the Chosen want to tell us something, yeah?"

Shelby twitched, and he was glaring angrily as Drake laughed. "And then there is the bloody odd bonding going on between you and Donzig. And now Croc? You like older guys, mate?"

Shelby stepped forward, ready to go as Drake dropped the belt to stare at him. The pair glaring each other down as the fans cheered, and Drake smirked as he jabbed a finger at Shelby. "And then there is your cream colored jacket and pastel colored wardrobe, there something you need to tell me? I won't judge you like your bloody family, mate!"

And then....

[Frost]

The lights dimmed, and then flared back on blue as shower of blue sparks rained down. And the man known as Joel Frost walked from the back, throwing off his hood as he glared at the ring.

He started down the ramp, sliding into the ring before he grabbed the mic from Shelby's hand. And then he stepped between him and Drake, laughing softly.

Frost: Blood of Kings, huh? I thought you Brits were supposed to be open minded, and you stand out here and make gay jokes?

Drake smirked, and Frost shrugged.

Frost: And the sad thing? Is that all of us remember exactly how close you two were!

The fans cheered, and Drake frowned as Shelby shook his head. Frost turned his cold gaze from Drake to Shelby, and he lifted the mic.

Frost: You claim you were the best, the greatest, and the most talented member of the Affliction? But really aside from jumping on Donzig's bandwagon and being Croc's lackey? What have you done besides being Drake's lesser half?

Shelby started to speak, and Frost cut him off with a cold stare. And then he turned to glare at Drake, and he shrugged his shoulders.

Frost: And then we have you. You have been in my shadow your entire career, and you stand here with your second tier title and tell us all how you dominated the Elimination Chamber!

Drake nodded, and Frost stepped closer.

Frost: At No Love Lost? It will be you and me one on one, Drake! I beat Croc, you didn't! I was World Champion, and you never were! And Green challenged me, and he easily enough forgot all about you! So get ready for me to take your precious little title! And to leave your pride behind, because you are nothing!"

The fans were cheering as the three faced off, and then Shelby lifted his mic.

Shelby: "Frost, get over yourself! Because at Anarchy? You are going to learn lightning doesn't strike twice, and then? After Croc kicks your head off? I am going to tap you --"

Frost nailed Shelby with the Retcon Kick, and the fans exploded as the Icon hit the mat. And Frost smirked before he turned, and then he was caught with a boot to the gut.

Drake threw him across his shoulders, and then fans were going wild as he called for the Echelon! But Frost got free, sliding under the ropes with an angry glare up at Drake as he leaned across the ropes with a wild grin.