(The logo for AWA Exposed appears on the screen and it isn't too long until the ExposedCam pans the Exposed studio. A few hundred excited fans are packed into AWA Studios at AWA Headquarters in the New York City, holding up signs and making some noise. Herb Summers and Frank Jackson sit on the the stage in their black, leather chairs with a coffee table between the chairs with two AWA Exposed coffee mugs on both front corners. Behind them we see a fake NYC skyline and to their left we see the Ameritron 3000 showing the animated AWA Exposed logo.)

HS: "Welcome everyone to another exciting edition of AWA Exposed! We're coming to you live from the Big Apple, New York City on ABCBS! I'm Herb Summers and joining me this evening as always is the incomprable Frank-"

FJ: "JACKSON motherf-"

HS: "For those at home just tuning in, you're going to be granted with a wild night!"

FJ: "Yeah, I'll say."

HS: "And right from the start of the show we have something cooking!"

(The cameras fade into a locker room. Dax is standing in his dimly lit room with the official flag of Japan suspended behind him. Dax glares into the camera.)

DAX: "Jack Thompson, for the past two weeks, all I've heard is you complain and complain and complain about how you were attacked by 'foreigners'. How you were hit from behind. Well you know what? You want revenge so bad, then how about we go head to head."

(Dax turns and points at the flag behind him.)

DAX: "For the first time since I can remember, we have a good old fashioned Flag match. You against me. There will be two poles in our respective corners. Your pole will have your American flag and mine will have the Japanese flag."

(Dax turns the camera around, showing an untraditional American flag, splattered with black paint.)

DAX: "The first person to grab their flag will win the match. He will have to hand it to the loser and they will have to wave it around the ring for 30 seconds. So Jack. Shut your mouth and accept my challenge. And I'll see you in a couple weeks at Overpower."

(Dax kicks the camera over. It focuses on the American flag and the Japanese flag. The ExposedCam cuts to the back and we see Larry Porter standing by with Sir Nathaniel Henry Lee GBE next to the coffee area. Sir Henry's got on a pair of blue jeans, his white "Evil Inside" t-shirt, and his AWA Tag Team Championship belt around his waist. In his left hand is a tea cup filled with tea.)

LP: "Herb and Frank, I'm standing here with the founder of Damage, Inc. who last week was victim of a conspiracy theory on the parts of Brian Stevens and the other man that holds the AWA Tag Team belt, Low. Henry-"

NHL: "SIR Henry, you impudent fool."

LP: "My apologies. Sir Henry, how do you feel about the events of last week?"

NHL: "Larry, I feel really pissed off. On one hand I know WHY they did what they did. They thought that Nathan was back and that he has infiltrated their ranks. On the other hand, I'm pissed off about how they went about it. They never mentioned the bloody question."

LP: "What was the question?"

NHL: "I don't want to talk about that now."

LP: "Ok, well I'll move on to the next topic I was going to talk to you about and that's your match against A.C. Smith, the current reigning AWA No Limits Champion. A.C. Smith has had some choice things to say about you and your recent return here in the AWA."

NHL: "Smith's got a lot of balls to walk around and completely ignore what actually happened. Instead he's talking to the sheep out there in TV land, hoping to lure them all into his lies and deceit. Never once did I ever pose anything to that thick-headed moron that would be construed as a lie or false statement. I give him the facts and then he takes them and twists them to his own needs."

NHL: "It's people like that which I hate the most."

(During this time we see AWA Cruiserweight Champion, Evan Heir, walk up behind Sir Henry and Larry in an attempt to make some coffee.)

LP: "Seeing as it's been well over 2 years since you've competed in a No Limits Rules match, what are your thoughts about heading into this kind of a match?"

(Sir Henry takes a sip of his tea and when he does, he spots Heir. He shifts himself in a way where Heir is blocked from the ExposedCam's sights.)

NHL: "Wrestling in this kind of a match is of no concern to me. When I've pinned Smith and I get the victory over the match, he'll know that the third time IS the charm and that I may come after him for his title belt and take that away from him as I've taken his dignity."

(NHL turns and when he does, he bumps into Evan Heir, who accidentally spills his coffee on Sir Henry, staining his white shirt, burning his skin.)

NHL: "EVAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN! You son of a *BEEP*! You'll pay for this!"

HEIR: "Oops. I didn't even see you there."

NHL: "That's all you have to say? You're a damn pest! You're an aggravation! Because of you, MY great Classic weekend was RUINED! You sniveling little opportunist! You better get the hell away from me before I rip your bloody head off your shoulders, piss down your severed throat, and burn your head upon the stake in which I place it!"

HEIR: "Oh my God."

(NHL spikes his tea cup on the ground before getting into Heir's face.)

NHL: "You're a menace!"

HEIR: "My apologies, Mr. Wilson."

NHL: "Screw this!"

(Henry pushes Heir out of the way and knocks Larry Porter to the ground before leaving the scene. The ExposedCam catches him heading back in the direction where his locker room is before the scene fades out to the main area with Herb and Frank.)

FJ: "Was that a Dennis the Menace mention?"

HS: "Which one? Henry calling Evan a menace or Evan calling Sir Henry Mr. Wilson?"

FJ: "You lost me."

HS: "Anyway, I'm receiving word that Mark Keller is standing by with 'El Diablo' Orlando Olazabul Ortega."

(The ExposedCam cuts to the back to show us Mark Keller standing next to Orlando Ortega.)

MK: "Ladies and gentlemen, I'm standing back here with AWA superstar, Orlando Ortega, known by many simply as El Diablo. Ortega, you have been given another shot at Evan Heir's Cruiserweight title this Sunday. After what transpired last week between yourself, Heir and Jason Storm, what do you have to say to your opponents come Sunday?"

OOO: "Mark, I'm tired of talking. There is only so much I can say. It's time to let my skills and experience do the talking for me. I am coming to recapture my title and bring some honor to the division. Why do you insist upon making me answer the same questions over and over again? Are you Evan Heir? Because I feel like I'm still talking in circles. This interview is over."

(Ortega storms off, frustrated, leaving Keller to puzzle what just happened.)

MK: "Umm, ok? Back to you guys in the studio."

(We cut back to Herb and Frank in the main studio.)

FJ: "Who peed in Orlando's Cherios?"

HS: "Frank!"

FJ: "What?"

(We find Logan Alexander making his way through the back halls of the AWA Studios in New York. He doesn’t appear to be any hurry as another set of footsteps hurriedly approach. Logan turns to see who’s coming, then resumes walking. A few moments later Mark Keller falls into step beside him.)

MK: “Logan! You’ve been very quiet the last few weeks… could I please get a word with you?”

(Logan shakes his head and continues walking.)

MK: “But there are some things I’d like to ask you if you’d just give me some time.”

(Logan stops. He lets out a breath in irritation and then turns to look at Mark.)

MK: “Thank you Logan. Last week we saw you attack Low after his United States title defense. It was one of the most savage attacks we’ve seen from you during your time here. What brought that on?”

(Logan looks at Mark in disbelief. He raises one hand and motions up towards his own face indicating the marks and scars left over from the attack from Low at Classic.)

MK: “So… it was just an attack to get even?”

(Logan claps softly in response to Mark’s question.)

MK: “Well are you worried about further retaliation from Low? He has never been one to leave such an action unanswered.”

(Logan shrugs that question away, appearing rather unconcerned about the consequences of his recent actions. Mark looks a little flustered thanks to the series of non-verbal responses he’s received thus far. Logan just looks at him, appearing quite bored with this exchange.)

MK: “With everything that gone on, isn’t there anything at all you feel like saying?”

(Logan glances away apparently considering his answer for a few moments. He looks back at Mark and then shakes his head decisively. Mark starts to ask another question. Logan raises one hand, indicating that Mark should stop and he then motions for Mark to leave. Mark just looks at Logan, dumbfounded for several moments as Logan turns and walks off. Mark looks away from Logan and scratches his head for several moments.)

MK: “I don’t know if he’s at a loss for words or something… but I know that I am when it comes to figuring this situation out with him.”

(COMMERCIAL BREAK.)

(We come back from commercial and we fade to Jason Storm and Maria Clarke in some undisclosed location in the AWA TV Studios. Jason's wearing sunglasses and causal wear, while Maria is in a revealing dress.)

STORM: "Here we are, the final countdown has begun; we are only hours away from Jason Storm resuming his rightful place at the forefront of the AWA Cruiserweight division. And I'm in the match with two people who everyone seems to think have Jason Storm's number. However, if that's what everyone's thinking, then clearly no one seems to be thinking. You have two men who have been unable to beat me save when the odds were heavily stacked in their favor. After all, how many times has Orlando beaten me without someone to hide behind? Unfortunately, Atlas seems to be MIA. And I don't think that Evan's going to be able to use Maria at a critical moment, for very obvious reasons."

(Storm gives Maria a quick peck on the cheek before looking at the ExposedCam again.)

STORM: "Ortega, Evan, this Sunday you will experienced ultimate humiliation last week. This week will be no different. You will be bruised, you will be beaten, you will be bloodied, you will be broken...and you will leave, without MY Cruiserweight championship."

(The ExposedCam cuts into a conversation that Henry is having with Sarah. Henry's wearing a black a-shirt and a new pair of jeans. His Tag Team Championship is laying next to him with a white rag on top of it.)

NHL: "We've got some good things planned this weekend. This whole company won't know what hit it after Sunday's done and over with."

SARAH: "That's good to hear. How's the cleaning coming along?"

NHL: "What cleaning?"

(Sarah points over to his Tag Team Championship on the table next to him with the white towel on it.)

NHL: "Oh. Yeah, it's coming along. I just need to find some Windex or something to get the shine back in the plates.)

(As NHL reaches for the title and rag, we hear some whistling in the distance getting louder.)

NHL: "What the hell is that noise?"

SARAH: "Oh when the saints. Oh when the saint-"

NHL: "Cut it out! Who's doing that?"

(Henry gets up from his seat and opens the door. He looks outside and he sees Evan Heir walking down the hallway with a bag in his hand, whistling "When the Saints Come Marching In.")

NHL: "Do you mind?"

HEIR: "Actually, I do mind. But thanks for asking."

NHL: "NO! Stop the damn whistling!"

HEIR: "Yes sir."

(Sir Henry goes back into his locker room and walks back over to his title belt. Before he grabs the belt, we hear some fizzling noise. Then another one. Henry goes back outside and watches as Heir lights up his third road flare.)

NHL: "Flares?! What the bloody hell are you doing?"

(Heir tosses one up in the air and then starts juggling the road flares.)

HEIR: "Juggling road flares. What does it look like I'm doing?"

NHL: "I can see that you moron. Why are you doing it and why is it happening here, outside my door?"

HEIR: "This is the place I stopped and I was going to walk away with my flares, but since you came out here and started asking me questions, I figured I'd stay."

NHL: "If I leave, will YOU leave?"

HEIR: "If you ask me nice enough, then yeah."

(NHL's expression goes blank and then he starts to get visibly aggravated.)

NHL: "You're doing this on purpose, aren't you? You're a pest and a menace! Leave me alone before I break your face!"

HEIR: "Now that's not nice. Is that any way to treat the man that pinned you at Classic? You should show me some respect!"

(Henry's face lights up and he's about to maul Heir, but Heir moves so that the flares he's juggling are being juggled right in front of Henry and are almost touching him.)

NHL: "I'll get you and when I do, you'll be sorry!"

(Sir Henry slams the door and goes back to his seat. Through the door we hear Evan's flares as he's juggling them and then he starts whistling "When the Saints Come Marching In" some more. Henry turns the radio on and turns the volume up. The radio drowns out Evan's antics and the scene fades out to the main studio.)

FJ: "Well fans, what do you think? I think that Evan Heir is badass for juggling lit road flares!"

HS: "And I can also see a bit that Heir's not doing this just out of the blue."

(The ExposedCam focusses in on Mark Keller who appears to be waiting to conduct an interview for AWA Exposed. A voice penetrates the scene and as Mark Cross walks into the shot it is clear from the look on Keller's face that this wasn't the superstar he was hoping for)

MARK: "Keller, microphone"

MK: "Huh?"

MARK: "When I say Keller, microphone you hand me...never mind"

(The two battle over the microphone for a second as Cross made a grab for it. He wins quicker than his pinfall victory on Xtreme several nights ago at Shock, and Keller retreats off-shot)

MARK: "Give me that. I'd just like to apologise to the AWA fans for last week's abysmal performance. You had to sit through 6 whole TV segments of two of the company's top Cruiserweights as Orlando Ortega and Evan Heir spent large chunks of their training time WHINING at each other like little kids in the playground. On behalf of Evan again and Jason Storm I apologise for the lame soap opera scene you had to sit through. The boredom nearly put me to sleep, although you probably couldn't tell after a few second victory to not long after they finally stopped"

MARK: "When I came to the AWA I was described as boring by a Mr. Javex Valerius. Since then I didn't develop the art of whining, I'm not trading insults and hopping around in that Cruiserweight match on Shock. I learnt how to become damn good at what we're all supposed to be here to do, wrestle. I can't talk an opponent into submission like a lot of the guys, but I can win a wrestling match. Watch these for a second."

(The ExposedCam moves away from Mark's face and shows 3 clips. The Behind the Line and pinfall on Xtreme in a matter of seconds, then a perfectly executed Asai Moonsault on Chris Palmer at Classic, and finally the Springboard DDT off the guardrail on Stevens in the Wembley arena. The final clip is replayed from several angles, and then in slow motion)

MARK: "While Evan Heir and Jason Storm are fighting over some STD-ridden girl, I'm fighting for the World title belt. While some of the guys in the back talk their opponents to sleep at every possible opportunity, I'm training to become better than I already am. I'm the man who will end Brian Stevens' title reign because I get my priorities right. I know what matters, and I know that my fans pay their entrance fee to watch me wrestle. Soap opera is fine for a while, but people want to see wrestling, GOOD wrestling. In a way this is an apology, in another way this is a plea."

MARK: "Stop wasting your time on the immature kids who won't put in the hard yards or the guys who need to stir up a bit of drama to sell some T-Shirts, support everything that wrestling is all about. Get behind me on Sunday night, pull on a Mark Cross shirt instead of Evan Heir's. Win or lose you're going to see a battle between two fantastic WRESTLERS in the Shock Main Event. I'll push Stevens as far as he'll go, and he'll be looking to inflict pain on me at every opportunity. You'll get to see just how useful our time spent in Japan really was."

(Mark stops for a moment, clears his throat, then closes out the impromtu segment)

MARK: "I will bleed for every last one of you on Sunday. I will make sure Stevens tastes canvas more than anyone else that's faced him THIS YEAR. I will prove to anyone that doubts it that I can match the level of Mr. Brian Stevens in every SINGLE way. If you can make it I'll see you all on Sunday on Shock. Trust me, it'll be worth watching."

(COMMERCIAL BREAK.)

(There is a camera positioned on the outside of the AWA Television headquarters building in New York City. The lights from the building and the surrounding buildings illuminate the surrounding areas. We switch to a camera back inside in the main studio.)

HS: “Welcome back to Exposed! Coming to us live, via satellite from his home in north Toronto, Ontario, Canada is John Williams. John are you there?”

(A brief pause which we can attribute to the satellite relay settles things before John Williams cuts in and out picture cuts to him sitting on his couch a look of anger mixed with a touch of satisfaction is written all over his face.)

JW: “Yeah Herb I’m here.”

HS: “Okay John, thanks for joining us tonight. To get us started I would have to say that I find it quite interesting that you are not with us here tonight, any specific reason behind that?”

(Another relay pause.)

JW: “Yeah there is a reason behind it. I was told via telephone conference to stay out of the building tonight and not to bother showing up at an AWA event until Sunday night which is my next mandatory appearance.”

HS: “So what you are saying is that you have been banned from the arena.”

JW: “That is what I am saying. Had the 'stay away' order not been put on, I would be there, and I would be tearing another piece off of that son of a *BEEP* Brian Stevens. That you can be sure of.”

HS: “Well speaking of Brian Stevens, the world watched your heinous attack as Shock went off the air last week, and many feel you crossed the line with your attack and attempt to blind Stevens. What do you have to say for yourself?”

(Another pause, this one longer as the expression on Johns face changes, as he straightens his lips and his intensity grows by the second.)

JW: “What do I have to say for myself?”

(There is another brief pause before John reaches over his shoulder and pats himself on the back.)

JW: “I say it’s about God damn time that that smug son of a *BEEP* got what was coming to him. For a solid two years now Brian Stevens has been trash talking, and back stabbing at every pass. He has committed violent and humiliating attacks on countless people, myself being the latest. I am sorry, but I am not the kind of guy that just sits back and takes that. In my world it's an eye for an eye. I am sick of hearing about the outrage of this person or that person. I am sick of hearing that I should apologize for my actions, and I am sick of people thinking I have snapped again. I am still the same man I was two weeks ago, and that is a man that does what he has to do plain and simple, and what I had to do was make damn sure that Brian Steven had the fear of God in him. He has walked around like his *BEEP* smells like roses, and life around here revolves around him ever since he put his hands back on that belt, and I wanted him to know that he can be stopped abruptly just like the rest of us.”

HS: “So you don’t feel you went too far on Sunday night?”

JW: “Under normal circumstance perhaps, but these were not normal circumstances. In case you forgot, Brian started this whole thing.”

(As John says this he waves his still wrapped hand for all to see.)

JW: “So seeing as how the man tried to set me on fire, No, I don’t think I went to far. I think I did exactly what I should have done. I will not shy away from confrontation when it comes to Brian Stevens. I welcome him to bring his worst and try and end my career, because when he fails, I will throw it back in his face ten fold. I assure you I will not fail.”

HS: “It sounds like this thing has gotten pretty darn personal between the two of you.”

JW: “Of course it has. You don’t try to light a man on fire and not expect things to turn personal. Brian Stevens has brought out a side of John Williams that I have kept hidden away for a very long time, and for good reason, but all of that ends now. In my eyes, as far as Brian Stevens goes, it is kill or be killed and I don’t plan on takin’ that dirt nap just yet.”

HS: “So should Brian Stevens decide to retaliate for your attack, you will be ready to respond?”

JW: “It is not a matter of IF Herb, it is a matter of when. I am sure that the when will be as soon as Stevens gets the shot, and when he does, I will be more than ready, and I will hand him has ass once again.”

HS: “Well it sounds like things are going to explode really soon, John. Thank you for joining us, and good luck on Sunday night.”

JW: “Not a problem!”

(We fade back to the stage where Herb and Frank sit patiently and moment after our return Herb breaks in.)

HS: “It is clear that this thing between Brian Stevens and John Williams is far from over. These two men clearly dislike each other.”

FJ: “Dislike? I think perhaps loathe is a better word for their feelings towards one another.”

HS: “It does seem to be leaning in that direction, and after the fire incident and the attempted blinding last weekend by Williams, I fear what comes next.”

FJ: “I am not sure I want to be around when these two meet again. With the way things like this tend to escalate, and what we have already seen, they might both leave the building Sunday night in black vinyl bags.”

HS: “That thought had crossed my mind, and knowing what each is capable of when put in this position, I shudder to think of what might be next, and I for one do not want to be around when the fallout begins to land.”

(The scene opens up and we see NHL sitting down on a bench in the hallway. Sarah's sitting next to him trying to calm him down.)

NHL: "I've had it with the amount of disrespect I get in this bloody place!"

SARAH: "Calm down. I'm sure things will be better after a good night's sleep."

NHL: "Screw sleep! I'm tired of all the *BEEP* going around this place about this and that and the other thing. And I'm still pissed that Brian or Low didn't ask me the damn secret question last week. Instead they felt like assuming and assumption is the mother of all *BEEP* ups."

SARAH: "What was that question? Oh, yeah. It's, 'What does Sarah like sleeping with at night when she's alone?'"

NHL: "To which I would answer with the name of your damn rabbit, '-"

HEIR: "Fluffy bunny ears?"

(Henry's head falls into his lap with frustration as he sees Evan standing next to the bench with a juice box in his hand. He's sucking it down until there's no more juice left. Then we hear the empty straw noises.)

NHL: "WOULD YOU STOP IT?"

HEIR: "No. I need to get the rest of the juice out. Evan Heir does not waste!"

NHL: "Then do it over there."

HEIR: "Okay."

(Henry's face goes straight as he sees Evan walking away. Evan stops about twenty feet from Henry before he starts sucking in the air from his juice box. NHL's face starts to turn red.)

NHL: "THAT'S IT! GET THE HELL OVER HERE!"

(With that Evan hits a button that closes the gate to the area. Henry is now within reach of Evan, but the gate is in the way. While Evan has a smug look on his face as he sucks in the air from the juice box, Henry reaches through the gate to try to reach Evan, but the bars are too thin and his reach is stunted because of it. His hands are a couple of inches away from Evan. Evan smiles as he keeps on sucking the air out of the box.)

NHL: "You'll pay for this!"

(And with that Henry removes his arm from the gate and leaves the area. Evan's got a smile on his face as the ExposedCam fades out.)

HS: “If I were Henry, I wouldn't know what to do. I mean, it seems that Eva-”

(There is a pause as Herb does not finish his sentence, but instead a worried look befalls his face.)

HS: “WHAT?”

(Herb pauses again as if getting instructions or news of some kind from the back stage hands.)

HS: “Folks I am being told something is happening as we speak, I did not hear it all, but I think we are going there now.”

(Mid sentence we cut from the announce table back to the living room of John Williams where he and Brian Stevens are brawling, trading lefts and rights in the middle of Johns living room. The trading of shots continues until John swings for a haymaker that he misses. Stevens takes advantage of an off Balance Williams and spears him right into the big screen TV behind the two men. They topple over the TV as it falls, sparks fly but it does not phase either man as even on the ground they continue to trade shots. Stevens ends up in a Williams butterfly guard which John uses to push Stevens away allowing himself to catch Stevens with a swift and precise up kick that stagger Stevens back a couple of steps and allows John to regain his feet. John then charges the groggy Stevens and nails a spear of his own which drives both men through the French doors leading to Williams' porch. The glass shatters and both men roll as they hit the ground.)

HS: “JESUS, SOMEONE GET THE AUTHORITIES THERE FAST...These two men are going to kill each other!"

(The two men are not down for long however as both men bleeding in a few spots after their trip through the door get back to their feet and continue to trade punches. They teeter close to the edge of the porch which stands about ten feet above the paved Driveway. John backs Stevens up, but Brian comes back with a flurry of his own and backs John onto the edge. Brian strikes with a kick but Williams ducks it and catches Stevens in belly to back position. He appears to be ready to suplex Stevens when Brian catches him with a swift back elbow and John stumbles back a step and loses his foot and both men fall from the porch and land on the black Lexus that is parked in the driveway. We watch as both men lay bloody and aside from their heavy breathing motionless on the car, John on the top Brian on the trunk…)

HS: "What the hell has gone on here? I don't rea-"

(The feed cuts out and then we switch to the ExposedCam on the outside of the building. The camera gets a shot of what looks like a large explosion taking place on the top floor of the AWA Headquarters building in which Exposed is taking place. There are papers and glass falling from the fiery pit that was once an office floor. The scene fades out...)