(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 edition of AWA Exposed! Tonight, we embark on a journey that the AWA has never gone on. Joining you in your journey with us are myself, Herb Summers, and Frank Jackson."

FJ: "Tonight we start what no one in the business of professional wrestling thought would ever happen. We start a diminished schedule!"

HS: "That's right. The AWA will reduce it's wrestling activity in order to allow its wrestlers and staff to rest up. The AWA is going to experiment with an 'off season', something other wrestling companies never tried, but the AWA will try it now. Even though the fans will not be seeing regular episodes of it's shows, we will continue to give you original content as well as interviews with current AWA wrestlers with what they're doing on their down time - if they're wrestling, if they're training, or if they're just vacationing."

FJ: "This content will be posted exclusively on AWA_Online for your viewing pleasure and we will hold a little event to gear everyone up for January. That 'little event' that I'm referring to is Wrestlefest IX, the AWA's anniversary show!"

HS: "So kick back and relax, folks, because we're going to have a great night tonight! Last Sunday night at Overpower, a couple of legacies were built upon by two of the most capable wrestlers in the AWA.”

FJ: “One of those has to have been the man that everyone has been watch for the last six months as he has carried the World Heavyweight championship to greater and greater heights than anyone ever imagined.”

HS: “Yes, that is true. Brian Stevens reached another incredible milestone as his reign now extends past two hundred days.”

FJ: “But what could the other one have been?”

HS: “That would be the beginning of Logan Alexander’s fifth United States championship reign. This is a feat that no many people would have expected to see.”

FJ: “Yeah… most people that win the United States championship multiple times usually move on to become World champions instead of winning more US titles. I guess no one told Logan that though.”

HS: “Frank! Anyway… We have some prerecorded comments from the new United States champion.”

FJ: “Wait a minute… didn’t you say that this was supposed to be about a capable wrestler? How come we have to see Logan then?”

(Herb just groans in response as we cut to the video and find ourselves in the home of Logan Alexander. We see him sitting alone in his living room, several bandages adorning his face from the war he had been through at Overpower. He’s there on his couch and just stares quietly at the United States title lying across his lap.)

LOGAN: “I never really thought I’d be carrying this championship again.”

(He slowly raises his head and looks up towards the camera.)

LOGAN: “I wasn’t expecting to walk out of Overpower as the United States champion. It’s almost surreal.”

“When I faced Low at Classic, I thought being in a match like European Rules would be enough. I figured that playing to my own strength would help… but in the end I made too many mistakes and it cost me the match. My only consolation that night was the fact that I held on through all of Low’s signature holds and moves. I didn’t lose because he beat me cleanly in the ring through pin or submission.”

“Strangely enough… it was a match that was to polar opposite of the one we had at Classic that saw the exact opposite result occur. The same way Low had been pushing my buttons over the last few months, I returned the favour over the last few weeks. I was ready for his explosive response in the ring on Sunday night though. It was everything I had expected it to be.”

“I went out there and played my role exactly as it would have been expected and Low did the same… which is exactly what I had been waiting for.”

(Logan smiles slightly.)

LOGAN: “If there’s one thing Low has a habit of doing, it’s ending a rivalry with a big move or an impressive moment. He created his opening and then went to make his moment. All I had to do at that point was wait. Once he came flying off that ladder, that was it. I rolled aside and watched, from the best vantage point, as my former mentor went from his highest to his lowest.”

“The history books will mark that day as an incredible one for me. I pinned Low cleanly for the first time and I secured my fifth United States championship. But the best part is that I didn’t actually win the match on Sunday night. I didn’t beat Low… I got him to beat himself.”

(Logan bows his head forward.)

LOGAN: “And that is far more satisfying than anything I could ever do to him.”

(He lifts his head and gazes towards the camera. His smile is gone, but he seems at peace and content for the first time in several months.)

LOGAN: “This week was supposed to be a crossroads of sorts for me. A few weeks back, I was finally reaching the point where I just needed to get away from things here in the AWA. After two solid years in AWA, I really was looking for some down time. Have a chance to rest and recover. I really needed some time to sort things out and figure out what I was going to do next.”

“In the last ten months I’ve changed so much. I’ve managed to expand my skills into many different areas. For the first year of my career, I represented one thing when I was in the ring and during the second year, I was something completely different. And it hasn’t exactly been something I’ve been proud of either…”

(Logan closes his eyes and hangs his head forward, appearing a little remorseful.)

LOGAN: “You try to do things that you think are for the best, but eventually you look back on it all and see that it has done nothing for you in the end.”

(He shakes his head.)

LOGAN: “It all started shortly after I lost this title almost a year ago. Perhaps it’s time I really try to change things for the better now that I have it back. To make for all the time I’ve lost, to take charge of everything I do and to do everything the right way this time around.”

“Bitterness and resentment have made me tougher, but they left me with nothing but second best finishes. It is going to be heart and passion that bring me back up towards the top.”

“Next week… I think it is time for something different.”

(Logan doesn’t look back up at the camera as the scene fades out.)

HS: “Ladies and Gentlemen, a potential situation has been plaguing the American Wrestling Alliance Front Office all week. During last week’s World Title match, Brian Stevens’ body became riddled with injuries by the hands of John Williams.”

FJ: “Right. Stevens retained his World Title in St. Paul, his hometown…but he is reportedly in bad shape. The Championship Committee has been meeting all week, trying to figure out a solution to this problem.”

HS: “The Doctor of Brian Stevens won’t clear him to wrestle. Stevens, however, is adamant in defending his title until he loses it. Travis Gray and the Championship Committee are trying to find a compromise…or a middle ground.”

(We head back to the parking garage and see a large black Lincoln Navigator pull up. It doesn’t take long for both driver and passenger side doors to swing open and out step Onslaught and the World Champ, Brian Stevens.)

FJ: “Speak of the devil.”

HS: “Quite literally.”

(Stevens’ right arm his set in a white cast, which runs from his hand to below his elbow. A scowl is prominently smeared across his face as he and Onslaught step through the parking garage entrance and into the AWA_HQ.)

HS: “The reports that I’ve heard say that Stevens is suffering from multiple bone breaks and some internal injuries. Very serious stuff, Frank.”

FJ: “And…the fact that he wants to WORK through all of that is insane. We’ll see how that goes, I guess.”

(We follow Stevens and Onslaught as they power walk through the halls of the Manhattan Offices of the AWA. We take in the Seven Footer Onslaught. He looks downtrodden and broken hearted. He just had his entire life unravel in front of him.)

HS: “I wonder how Onslaught’s been taking things, Frank. In case you people at home missed it, Onslaught found out through the Ex-Husband of Cosma Galaktika that she is now 9 weeks pregnant with a child that’s NOT Onslaught’s. Onslaught walked out on the wedding and left Cosma screaming.”

FJ: “Onslaught looks like he wants to die. That’s what I see when I look at the poor bastard.”

(Stevens and Onslaught turn down a hall and we start seeing more offices. The names on the door indicate the higher ups…and Stevens ain’t stopping till he gets to the end of the line.)

HS: “Oh…oh wow. I know where he’s headed.”

FJ: “Let me guess, it rhymes with Gravis Tray.”

HS: “Bingo.”

(Stevens gives Onslaught a head nod before he opens the Office door. Onslaught immediately puts his back against the wooden door to stand guard. We immediately see the name on the door…and it is that of Travis Gray.)

HS: “This could turn ugly really, really quick, Frank.”

FJ: “No question. It’s no secret that Brian Stevens and Travis Gray have a LOOOONG history of hatred towards one another. Gray, I’m sure, hates seeing Stevens as the Champion of his company. Stevens probably feels that Gray is trying to sabotage him right now with whatever ruling he makes on the World Title.”

HS: “Is ANYONE the winner when these two fight and feud and war?”

FJ: “Not really, no. However, maybe this will be productive. Maybe they can reach some sort of compromise.”

HS: “Perhaps…but I have my doubts. But up next, we have two very special guests…”

FJ: “This is like an episode of Jerry Springer! I can feel it!”

HS: “First, we have Maria Clarke.”

(The camera focuses on Maria, who looks uncharacteristically emotionless. She’s dressed in a black hoodie and jeans as usual and is resting her arm on the armrest of the chair.)

HS: “Maria… I’m sure a lot of the fans…”

(A series of boos directed at the valet drown out Herb’s words.)

HS: “A lot of the fans want to know why you betrayed Evan Heir two months ago when you sided with Jason Storm, apparently aiding him in his quest to win the AWA Cruiserweight championship. After all that you three have been through--- Why?!”

MARIA: “Simple. This was all done to protect somebody that I loved very much. It was in his and my best interest. It’s not my fault that the opposition was too stupid to realize what was going on.”

FJ: “Well, give us a timeline of what happened between you and Evan leading up to this.”

MARIA: “Evan and I had a few disagreements. A few minor disagreements that became serious. He had one idea career-wise and I had another. He figured that it would be best that after… Things happened… I should stay home in the States. He suggested that I stay away from the sport that I love. He suggested that I stay away from the sport that I made him a STAR in. That was the ultimate slap in the face to me. Without me, Evan wouldn’t be the Cruiserweight champion.”

HS: “I’m not sure if our fans agree with that…”

(Another chorus of boos confirmed this.)

HS: “But to each his own. Or her own. And what brought you to Jason Storm? Was it just to spite Evan?”

MARIA: “You would think that, but no. I see a lot of potential in Jason Storm and I know that he knows better than anybody else how to get in Evan’s head. We were both seeking revenge and I was looking for another name to add to the list of future-hall-of-famers that I created. It just so happens that Jason and I had more things in common than a resentful attitude towards our beloved Cruiserweight champ.”

FJ: “Evan’s been trying to tell us--- you, Storm, and the fans--- something over the past few weeks, but he keeps getting interrupted. What is it that he’s been trying to say?”

MARIA: “Evan’s been interrupted because that is business of nobody but me and him. Not even Ja---.”

HEIR: “Maria…”

(The studio audience cheers as Evan, with the Cruiserweight title wrapped around his waist, walks out onto the stage.)

HEIR: “You can air our public laundry but I can’t share just a little snippet of information with the AWA Faithful? Maria, I know damn well that this whole time, you’ve been jealous that with you, I was just another name on the roster, and without you, I’m probably moments away from cementing my spot in AWA History. Maria…”

MARIA: “Shut up, you son of a---!”

HEIR: “---Hey! Language, Maria. We all know that you have no business being out here in the ring. But unlike these fans, I know why.”

MARIA: “Shut UP!”

HEIR: “Maria, it’s about time that all these fans know the truth. About time that these fans know that---.”

(Suddenly, the fans start booing. Herb, Frank, Maria, and Evan all turn and see Jason Storm coming out. Strangely, he's not alone; a familiar looking man in glasses follows him, holding a briefcase. He stops in the corner while Jason marches on, shoving Evan on his chest.)

JASON: "I'll have to ask you to kindly step away from my manager, assaulter."

(Evan takes a step towards Jason, but Herb and Frank motion for him to take a seat, as violence on the Exposed set could result in several people losing jobs.)

HEIR: "...The hell is that?"

(Evan gestures towards the man and begins to walk towards him.)

(Jason intercepts him, blocking his way again.)

JASON: "Now you're assaulting other people? Who says he has anything to do with you? And didn't I tell you to step away from my manager?"

(Evan seems very tempted to punch Jason, but he sucks it up and after a long, cold, resentful look, takes a few steps backwards so his back is right against his seat, though he doesn't sit quite yet.)

JASON: "I suppose that's an improvement, though I imagine you want to say a couple of things to me. Well, spit them out and get it over with, Harrison."

HEIR: "I don't have anything to say to you, Jason. Several things I wanna do to you? Yeah. Things I wanna scream at you while I'm slamming your head into the ground? Possibly, but that's pushing it."

(Jason is struggling to keep from laughing. He casually plops down besides Maria, folding one leg over the other while resting his arm about her shoulder.)

JASON: "Oh? Whatever did I do to provoke THIS violent reaction?"

HEIR: "Ya know, Storm..."

(Heir, shakes his head and sits down, his posture easily and noticeably a bit less well-mannered than Storm's.)

HEIR: "I may have been wrong for putting my hands on Maria, but let's not forget about the countless times you've forced yourself onto her and driven her head into the canvas while I was down. Or the fact that you'd even bring a woman of her condition to the ring in the first place."

(Jason never once loses his smile, though Maria noticeably cringes when his grip tightens intimately.)

JASON: "Each of those instances was when she physically provoked me, and each time at your behest, so any harm I did on her person-which, by the by, was significantly less combined then this one instance by you-can easily be laid at your feet. As for her condition, whatever do you mean? She's perfectly healthy, unlike say, Mr. Harrison...."

(Evan's feet never even appeared to hit the ground. Between the time it took for Jason to close his eyes and re-open them to complete a blink, Evan has leapt across the stage and towards him, but is quite comically snatched out of mid-air by a large security guard and dropped back into his seat.)

(Jason is unable to contain a snicker, as he closes his eyes and bows his head. Maria is looking around with confusion, Herb and Frank keeping her company.)

HS: "What about Mr. Harrison?"

JASON: "Let's just say he has a gambling problem, owed a lot of money to the wrong people, and leave it at that. Well, who knows; maybe it's had...."

HEIR: "You son of a bitch. What do you know?"

(A stern look from the security guard keeps Evan seated in place.)

JASON: "Just that your father lost a lot of money betting on you in your earlier matches, and failed to recover with you series against Logan. Oh, and something about dealing with unsavory types to avoid taxes on his earnings."

JASON: "As to where he is now...well, let's hypothetically say that someone found out where such a disgusting gambling addict was, in the interest of helping to get rid of such disgusting practices, due to the obvious dangers they can lead to."

(Heir shakes his head in a mix of disgust and anger.)

JASON: "Now let's further hypothetically say that this hypothetical person alerted the casino your father gambled at, completely and utterly unaware of what kind of place it was, and threatened to go to the papers with Mr. Harrison as my witness if they didn't cease and desist all such activities."

JASON: "Finally, let's hypothetically assume this hypothetical man who made this hypothetical call was a bit...loose...with the information regarding Mr. Harrison's whereabouts, accidentally of course. Well, I'm sure you can imagine what happened from there."

FJ: "I am really lost here--?"

(Herb silences Frank, obviously understanding what's happening.)

HEIR: "I hate you, Jason. You have... No bleep idea what you've just gotten yourself into."

JASON: "Why, I have no idea what you mean! I said the whole thing was purely hypothetical."

JASON: "But then, the one you have ultimately to blame for your father is...you."

HEIR: "How about I hypothetically put my foot in your ass."

JASON: "Maybe if your father had bet on a winning horse-or you hit your stride a little sooner, then MAYBE he wouldn't have squandered his money like he did, and ended up in his current situation...whatever that may be."

(Maria moves her arm away from Storm as Evan begins talking again.)

HEIR: "Storm, I'm not an idiot. I know what you're alluding to. I'll give you credit. You're pretty smart. You know when to kick a man when he's down."

HEIR: "You talk about my father so much, Jason, but during my Nick Harris days, I found out quite a bit about you. Come out here and make all of these crap accusations and hypothesis, because until you grow some balls and tell me what I wanna know, I'm not even gonna give you the satisfaction anymore. At least I can comfortably say that my father didn't beat my mother and I when I was a kid."

(Jason immediately sprang to his feet, biting his upper lip so hard blood poured out. However, he immediately closed his eyes and squeezed something in his pocket.)

JASON: "I suppose we both have scummy fathers who we love and who's respect we want. At the end of the day though, I didn't take out my frustrations on any random person I meet, or an entire gym, just because I didn't get my way."

(When Jason opens his eyes, Maria is standing right in front of him, staring disbelievingly....and slaps him hard across the face.)

MARIA: "You....you...YOU MONSTER!!!"

HEIR: "As opposed to what, Jason? Unlike me-- you did what?"

FJ: "I think we're gonna hear a confession!"

HS: "...They can hear you, dumbass."

(Maria, slaps Jason again just at the thought of whatever he may have done.)

(Jason grabs her hand, holding it up and away from his face.)

JASON: "Please don't do that again, Maria; you hit harder than Evan, and that hurts."

HEIR: "Hm!"

(Maria wrenches her arm away from Jason's grip, and rushes behind Evan, clutching at his shirt and almost crying into his shoulders.)

MARIA: "These past few months, Jason, you have been so... You don't even get it. I don't know why this surprised me. You don't give a damn about anybody but yourself. Not even me. You didn't give a damn about me. I had to go through all of this crap just to protect somebody that I loved--."

HEIR: "--And something that the person in question loved."

(Heir pats the Cruiserweight title around his waist, and a smirk slowly crawls across his face despite Maria's small sobs.)

HEIR: "She had me going. She did."

FJ: "Menace!"

(Heir shoots a look at Frank.)

HS: "They... Can... Hear... Us."

HEIR: "But when I looked into her eyes last Sunday, her intentions and your flaws became pretty obvious, Jason. You wanted to cross the line..."

MARIA: "So I decided to cross the line. And you son of a bitch, if it's up to me, you will never be successful in the AWA. And that's only a minor punishment."

(Jason's eyes narrow, as he stares at Maria from across Evan.)

JASON: "Just what are you trying to say, Maria? In case you don't remember, you're under contract to me. The only way you can get off is in the event of a family emergency, or for family reasons."

HEIR: "What I've been TRYING to tell you for the past month now, Jason, is... Well..."

(Heir turns and puts one arm around Maria.)

HEIR: "Maria's pregnant. She's VERY pregnant."

FJ: "Oh damn!"

HEIR: "But unlike Cosma, we know EXACTLY who the father is."

JASON: "Just what are you trying to say, you bastard?"

HEIR: "I'm trying to say that Cosma's a slu--."

(Maria whispers into Evan's ear.)

HEIR: "Oh-- I'm trying to say that as of now, Maria is no longer your manager. Bitch."

JASON: "And what makes you think that? Sure, she gets time off in the advanced stages, but she's not married, and her contract had no maternity time off; she seemed to much in a rush to sign the contract to check for something so basic."

(Heir just narrows his eyes and sighs, as if knowing that things were too easy.)

MARIA: "He's... He's right."

(Maria seems to just come to the realization herself.)

HEIR: "Well, got damn. Looks like I have to marry her now. Either that or adopt her."

(Heir looks into the audience.)

JASON: "You don't have the balls to make that kind of commitment."

HEIR: "You're right. Maybe I can knock her up and seek legal loopholes that way."

(Some of the audience, and the announcers laugh-- although a bit guilty-- but Maria looks annoyed.)

HEIR: "Oh wait."

MARIA: "Eva--."

HEIR: "That's two things off the list right there. Adoption it is, then. Come on, Maria."

JASON: "Leave it to you to lack the maturity to even give this the proper respect, let alone commitment. Come on, Maria. He's dangerous, and you shouldn't be around him for your own health."

(Jason takes a step forward, hand outstretched.)

(Evan grabs Maria's hand and sinks to one knee. Jason's fingers promptly connect with Evan's back.)

FJ: "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

(Everybody in the studio stares at Frank.)

HS: "For the love of..."

HEIR: "Maria, I know it's abrupt, but we didn't buy that much camera time and I don't have a ring so this is kinda spontaneous, but willyoumarryme?!"

(Evan flashes his trademark smirk.)

(Jason backs up, his eyes popping up to Maria, who is standing somewhat dumbfounded.)

MARIA: "I... Uh-- I--."

FJ: "Say nuuuuuuuuuuu muffled."

(Herb has put an arm around Frank's entire head.)

HEIR: "Well..."

MARIA: "...Yes!"

(Evan immediately pops up and kisses her. The audience breaks out into cheers. Frank, rather comically, is in tears. Jason backs up into his chair, looking like he saw a ghost. He sits down and drops his hands into his face. His body starts quivering, as if he were crying.)

HEIR: "I got the title, I got the money, and now I got the girl. You, Jason Storm? You have NOTHING. Someone hit my music or something."

(Suddenly, Jason starts making noises, and his shaking becomes more erratic.)

HEIR: "And with that said-- what the--"

(Evan almost looks concerned, and Maria looks confused. She backs away.)

(The sound becomes clearer and clearer. It's now obvious that Jason is not crying.)

JASON: "Hehe hehehe....Ahahahahahaha....AHHAHAHAHAHA!!!!"

(Jason has thrown back his head and is laughing like a mad-man. He fixes Evan with a grin that is now finally recognizable; not psychotic, as many had believed, but calculating, the look of a general who's plan had fallen into place perfectly.)

JASON: "I knew along, Evan...."

(Jason gets to his feet, calmly walking up to the pair, stopping just short of them. He signals for the man in glasses to come forth from his isolated corner.)

HEIR: "Knew what...?"

(Heir glances up at the man in glasses.)

JASON: "I knew why Maria suddenly approached me...mostly because I acted the way I did in recent weeks just to convince her of that. The sneak attacks, the break downs, all the times I 'lost'..."

JASON: "I'd have to be a complete idiot not to notice she was pregnant, though I feigned ignorance..."

JASON: "And why do you think I've been provoking you all this time, never laying a hand on you, never doing anything that isn't seen in our business routinely, you stupid son of a bitch?"

(The man in glasses opens up his briefcase, and steps up to Evan Heir.)

MAN: "Am I addressing Evander Nicholas Harrison, who sometimes goes by the pseudonym Evan Heir?"

(Heir cringes visibly at the mention of his full name.)

HEIR: "Yes. You are."

MAN: "I'm Tony Asparios, a representative of the Federal Court. This here is a restraining order against you, stating that you are not to be within 500 feet of Maria Clarke or her children, due to a propensity for violence, life-threatening antics, and a history of abuse."

(The audience boos. Evan's smile has turned into a scowl.)

HEIR: "First of all-- this is professional wrestling. Anything I do in that arena is legal in that arena. And second of all, what history of abuse?"

TONY: "I was a first-hand witness to the events that took place at 'Overpower'. Given other behavior-patterns and your passionate nature, I have observed from footage provided by Mr. Jason R. Lee, who goes by the pseudonym Jason Storm, both myself and the court find the likelihood of you to have a history of this behavior."

TONY: "Furthermore, the Court has found you to lack the responsibility required of a parent, and thus are an unsuitable guardian for your twin children."

HEIR: "Unsuitable? That is complete crap. Jason 'Lee' can manipulate the lives of innocent people but when I do my job, I'm an unsuitable parent?!"

(The audience has erupted into loud boos)

TONY: "Mr. Lee was aiding the Court in an investigation in illegal gambling in the professional wrestling world, and he when he expressed concerns about your relationship with Maria Clarke, we allowed him to investigate the matter in his own way."

(Evan just sighs and shakes his head. He seems speechless and rightfully so.)

FJ: "Damn... No wedding?"

HS: "Ssshh!"

TONY: "You are given a twenty-four hour grace period in which to collect anything you may need. And of course, this restraining order is wavered on any night you are wrestling either with or against Mr. Lee, provided that you are never alone with Maria Clarke. If you are found to violate this order at any time, you will be arrested and-or fined."

(With that, Tony Asparios hands Evan a copy of the order, and turns away.)

(Heir looks at the order with narrowed eyes. He then turns to Jason, giving him a cold glare. Evan's given some pretty mean looks before, but this one comes straight from the heart.)

(Jason just raises his eyebrows, and smirks at Evan.)

JASON: "Oh come now, Evan! You know you would have...how did you phrase it? Oh yes, been a worthless parent. I practically did you a favor." p>FJ: "Oh burn! That's like what Evan told Jason about all his buddies at the gym! Burn, he got burned! Didn't he, Herb? Didn't he get burned like a bit-"

(Heir punches Frank right in the face.)

HEIR: "It doesn't matter anyway, right?"

(Heir grabs Frank's chair and folds it up, walking towards Jason, but security is on him like white on rice.)

(Jason walks over, and grabs Evan roughly by the hair, staring at him wildly in the eyes, hate oozing out of his every pore.)

JASON: "I took it all away from you, Evan, and all because you stole everything from me. Because of me, your family's ill-got money is gone. Because of me, you don't have your woman. Because of me, you won't have your kids. And because of me, real, real soon, you won't have your belt anymore."

(Jason spits in Evan's face, just as security pushes him off. Jason walks over to Maria, who is too stunned to do anything. He regards her with an expression of pity, before cupping her head in his hand.)

JASON: "I don't know if this will ever mean anything to you, but I'm sorry."

(Jason turns and walks off the stage, as security has their hands full not only with Evan, but with several audience members who tried to come up on stage. Jason turns over his should and looks at Evan.)

JASON: "You only have 24 hours Evan; I suggest you use it. Oh, and don't worry about your kids; I'll take real good care of them. I might even name one of them after you."

GUY IN AUDIENCE: "DON'T TAZE ME, BRO!"

(A zap and a scream can be heard off camera.)

(Evan, meanwhile, is attempting to break free of security, and manages to ram through three of them. His shirt is torn and scars adorn his neck from where they attempted to hold him, but he's pinned to the ground very quickly. Maria breaks into tears once again. The tazed fan screams out threats to security. Frank rubs his jaw. Herb shakes his head.)

HS: "I'm not sure what this holds for the future of these two men. This is a serious business. The audience is going crazy-- and that shows how bad things between these two men have gotten. A man's fiancée and kids are being ripped away from him because of the hatred and the ongoing war between two bitter rivals. And the saddest part is, it's all because of one's man obsession for gold. This is sick and this has gone beyond wrestling."

FJ: "Someone's not going to walk away from this the same way, Herb, and damnit, I hope it's Evan Heir! The bastard only got a taste of what's coming to him and I hope Jason Storm shoves those fluffy bunny ears that Heir likes to flaunt so much right up his ass. This has become personal and Evan asked for it."

(Frank rubs his jaw and Herb just sighs as the camera fades out.)

(COMMERCIAL BREAK.)

(We fade around to what we thought would be another interview, instead we are on someone's living room. We see Jeff Christianson sitting in a chair, with a blank look on his face. We notice that he is in full wrestling gear as he begins to speak.)

DW: "First of all, I do not like the idea of an 'off-season.' It might help some wrestlers' health, but it will also destroy interest. I do not believe in an off-season. It only means Champions will get inflated title reigns. That means, it will also be harder for someone who is just returning and refreshed to grab the gold that I desire. Is anyone getting the picture?"

(Jeff shakes his head as he continues.)

DW: "I don't think so. Really, I oppose this with ever fiber in my body. This sucks. I'm sure some other wrestlers are saying the same things. Luckily for the AWA, I am bucking the system. I refuse to appear at Exposed which is evident by me being in Montreal. That's the first bit of good news for the AWA. The second, I will be performing tonight at my training grounds since the AWA did not book me in anything, nor nobody challenged. That's right, you'll have the footage later on Exposed."

(Jeff somewhat smirks as he continues.)

DW: "First, let me say this about last week's wedding. Ben, I know we've had some brutal matches in the past, but hopefully the child is yours and that idiot can be taken care of. I can't believe someone would ruin your night like that. Ben, the Christianson family is in your corner."

(The smirk disappeared as soon as he began talking about the wedding. Jeff continues.)

DW: "Now, as for Mark Cross... We still have to have another match to see who the better man is. The way our match ended was horrible. It should have ended with me being the winner. So, pick your date in between Last Man Standing and I will show you how it is truly done. I will crush you like no other... and hopefully you give me that opportunity before you give it to AC Smith who apparently thought my brother was the culprit. Remember Cross, I will be hunting you down, if you do not accept a rematch... and make sure AC Smith doesn't see the light of day when it comes to you."

(Jeff stands up and walks right into the camera, which is just showing his face. He begins to speak.)

DW: "Now, I have not one, but two challenges to make. Every Champion is safe from this challenge so do not be alarmed. I'm not some new wrestler trying to make a name for myself. We all know my name and how bright my star shines. This brings me to next week. I will challenge any AWA Superstar to a match next week. It's an open challenge so we'll see who accepts it. That's right, everyone from Low, to AC Smith. Heir to Storm. Active wrestlers and not active wrestlers. So, if you'd like to answer the challenge, call the booking agent and maybe do an interview. I'm just trying to give someone some tips."

(We now see Jeff smirk arrogantly as he begins to speak.)

'DW: "But that's not the only order of business. I'm also issuing an open challenge for the pay per view Last Man Standing. I've already challenged one man, but he has yet to accept. So this is for anyone in the roster. Or off the roster. I'll extend both my challenges to any AWA legend or rookie lurking in the background. Oh, and before I go, I just have one thing to say... EXPOSED SUCKS!"

(The scene fades back to the exposed Studio. The camera fades in on the foul smirk of Dai Xie. He is holding a United States flag, though it is upside-down on the flag pole.)

DAX: "Millions of children in the United States, the 'richest' in all-but a literal sense, yet, most in-debt country in the world starve every day."

(The camera is shaking as if a person is breathing heavily. Dax's music is playing in the background and he's standing in a dark corridor.)

DAX: "In the United States, we're more curious about Britney Spears' new hairstyle than the 2008 presidential election. We care more about violence and destruction rather than fixing what we've destroyed decades ago! The United States cares about no one. The United States is a nation divided."

(Dax drops the flag and smacks the camera.)

DAX: "And I will be the savior."

(We fade back to the Exposed studio.)

HS: "Folks, we've received a mysterious videotape just now..."

FJ: "Ooh, cryptic stuff!"

HS: "...from A.C. Smith."

FJ: "Why must you build my hopes up, and then dash them with those three horrible words?"

HS: "Becuse it's fun! Anyway, let's go to the videotape!"

(We suddenly cut to the tape. We see a close-up of the Big Apple Asskicker, A.C. Smith, looking off-screen to his left. He's still focused in that direction as he opens his mouth to speak.)

A.C.: "So Cross comes in looking like someone I can respect. He said he was a man of dignity and integrity, and he actually did pretty well for himself here. He won the Cruiserweight title a few times, and was fifth in the Hell Bowl Lottery, beating some of the AWA's finest. He looked like he had potential coming out his ears, and I was actually looking forward to facing him in an AWA ring, possibly with the No Limits title on the line.

But now, everything is different. Now, it's been revealed that in a fit of jealousy, Mark Cross paid Quade deSade to take me out of commission. There's just one problem. It didn't work."

(We zoom out slightly, enough to reveal that we're in a very large cemetary on a dreary October day in the Empire State. Smith is still not recognizing the camera, though, as he continues to look off-screen as he talks.)

A.C.: "Really, he should have known better. He's always presented himself as a fairly smart guy, he should know to do his homework. The facts are that I've overcome every roadblock thrown in my path during my life. I've grown up in the tough neighborhoods. I've been shot at, stabbed, and beaten half to death on the streets of New York City. I've overcome tragic loss. And I've become stronger as a result.

What was Cross thinking? 'Oh, I'm jealous, so I'm going to pay someone who couldn't beat Smith if he had an arm and a leg missing to take him out, because NOBODY'S ever tried that before!'? And to think I once had respect for that man. He's not just dumb, he's a moron to the upteenth degree who has committed the worst sin a wrestler can: Getting the tank of the AWA angry."

(Smith finally turns to the camera, his eyes locked in an unwavering glare.)

A.C.: "Mark Cross, I've overcome more in my life thn you will ever SEE in yours. I didn't have football pads to protect myself. All I've done is a result of my flesh and blood. You couldn't top it if you had 100 chances, and that's why you decided to do the stupidest thing you've ever done.

You're a dead man walking, Cross. And I can't wait to get you in that squared circle, where no messengers, masked attackers, or offensive linemen can protect you. When the time comes, Cross, I WILL kick ass, take names, attack, and keep coming. And there's not a DAMN thing you can do about it."

(Smith angrily strides off, but the camera doesn't fade to black. Instead, it goes to where A.C. was staring, and zooms down. We see something we haven't seen for quite some time: A headstone that reads, "Tracy Smith, R.I.P." We then cut back to Herb and Frank in the studio.)

HS: "Wow. Safe to assume Cross is a marked man."

FJ: "No, he's MARK."

HS: "Groan..."

(COMMERCIAL BREAK.)

(We head back to the offices of the AWA and, once again, we see Onslaught standing guard in front of the Office Door of Travis Gray.)

HS: “Since about the beginning of Exposed, Brian Stevens and Travis Gray have been feverishly debating the future of Brian Stevens and the AWA World Heavyweight Championship.”

FJ: “Nobodies left the room since Stevens went in there. No one in, either. Chances are Stevens killed Gray. Call it a hunch.”

HS: “In case you’re just joining us, Brian Stevens suffered a series of serious injuries at Overpower. The AWA has kept the story quiet through out the week, but internally? Things are nuts. Some members of the Championship Committee want Stevens stripped of the belt…”

FJ: “Second time this reign, by the way.”

HS: “Others want to see him defend until he loses it.”

FJ: “And knowing Gray? That’s the route he’ll take, only he’ll put Stevens through hell just to get that belt off of him and onto someone healthy.”

HS: “Regardless, Brian Stevens isn’t medically cleared to compete. He came into AWA_HQ with a cast on his right arm. We know he has multiple breaks and some internal injuries. For clarification, let’s go now to Richard Fitzwell, who is in St. Paul, Minnesota with Stevens’ doctor. Richard?”

(We head to a doctor’s office where AWA Reporter Richard Fitzwell is standing by Stevens’ doctor, Dr. James Gustafson, in his office.)

RICHARD FITZWELL: “Thank you, Herb. I’m standing in Regions Hospital in St. Paul, Minnesota and I’m joined by the longtime doctor of Brian Stevens. Doctor James Gustafson. Doctor, thank you very much for your time this evening.”

DR. GUSTAFSON: “No problem, Richard.”

FITZWELL: “A week ago, right here in St. Paul, AWA World Champion Brian Stevens was injured by his rival, John Williams, in a Ladder Match.”

DR. GUSTAFSON: “Correct.”

FITZWELL: “Is it true that you haven’t medically cleared Brian to compete?”

DR. GUSTAFSON: “That is right, Richard.”

FITZWELL: “Why?”

DR. GUSTAFSON: “Brian Stevens has suffered multiple bone breaks, Richard. If you look at these X-Rays…”

(The doctor flips a switch on the wall that lights up a wall of X-Rays, all presumably of Stevens. Dr. Gustafson first points out the arm of Stevens.)

DR. GUSTAFSON: “The arm, the same arm he broke 8 months ago, is broken practically in the same spot. Luckily, it’s only a Greenstick Fracture, but it should be casted and allowed to recover FULLY this time. It has been casted…but it’s up to the AWA and Brian Stevens to allow the appropriate 2 months of uninterrupted healing, otherwise the bone will not set and repair properly.)

FITZWELL: “How about the other breaks?”

DR. GUSTAFSON: “Ah, yes. That would be in the rib cage of Stevens. He suffered two broken ribs on the left side of his body. I can only assume that this is the effect of a John Williams body kick.”

FITZWELL: “Judging from the break?”

DR. GUSTAFSON: “Exactly. Brian has suffered this injury before. The last I recall, it was Classic last year against Nathan Hawthorne-Lee and the balcony fall. Many contest that he broke his ribs on the fall, but he actually broke it before the fall, at least according to Mr. Stevens. I don’t think this is the work of a Ladder, although I can’t rule that out.”

FITZWELL: “So, three bone breaks. What else?”

DR. GUSTAFSON: “Brian also suffered a dislocated sternum. That injury should be treated as serious and should -- I repeat SHOULD -- shelve Stevens for 3-4 months. Also, there were internal complications. Mainly, Brian Stevens suffered a ruptured Spleen. Luckily, we were able to diagnose and treat promptly. That injury shouldn’t affect Brian too much but still requires time away from getting hit and slammed.”

FITZWELL: “Of course.”

DR. GUSTAFSON: “However, I’ve spoken to both Brian Stevens and the AWA. The AWA is going to put the decision in Brian’s court, which means Brian is going to wrestle because he’s too damn proud. Jonathon Lea, the Talent Relations VP, called and said he’d take my suggestion under advisement…but that’s all BS. The truth is that the company cares more about the World Title than my word or my suggestion that Stevens stay the hell out of the ring.”

FITZWELL: “And, knowing Brian like we both do…”

DR. GUSTAFSON: “You couldn’t keep him out of that ring one way or another.”

FITZWELL: “There you have it, guys. The AWA has put SOME of the power in the hands of Brian Stevens in terms of whether or not he’ll continue to wrestle as Champion or relinquish the Championship. From St. Paul, Minnesota, I’m Richard Fitzwell reporting for AWA_TV.”

(We head back to Herb and Frank.)

HS: “From the speculation from our own Richard Fitzwell and Brian’s own doctor, it would appear that Brian won’t drop the belt to injury.”

FJ: “Considering the reign he’s had? I don’t blame him. He’s a proud man and he’s also a tough, tenacious bastard who will work through injury.”

HS: “Very true. Brian has worked under similar conditions through out his career…”

FJ: “…AND he’s been successful. He beat Yoshinari Sugiura for the Pro Wrestling JAPAN Intercontinental Honored Crown Heavyweight Championship with the lingering injuries from the Balcony Fall he suffered from NHL at Classic 2006. He also beat Snake for the World Title with a broken face.”

HS: “True. Stevens had TWO broken cheek bones, a broken pallet, broken orbital and busted teeth. Luckily, plastic surgeons and dentists were able to make the kid as good as new.”

FJ: “So Stevens CAN overcome adversity…but how many times?”

HS: “I guess we’ll find out.”

840:00 ... 839:59... 839:58... 839:57... 839:56...

HS: "What's that?"

FJ: "Iunno."

(We fade into an arena. We see someone standing in the middle, but we quickly have an argument between two announcers.)

BLAKE BARTON: "This is huge folks! We have a dual broadcast sending this match all over the world. I'm Blake Barton, former AWA writer who may return, and current head announcer of CPAW."

JOHN DAVIS: "I'm John Davis, making my first EVER pro wrestling announcing debut! I love the sport and I love the debut. AWA, if you hear me, please sign me baby so I can stop writing Internet columns and announcing division three college basketball games!

(We hear a third voice inter the frey.)

CHRIS JETT: "I'm Chris Jett, brother in law to Jeff Christianson as well as his former tag team partner. I'm back to announce and give a good wrestling assessment to the shows. Let's go to our ring announcer, Paige Christianson for this all AWA extravaganza."

(We go to Paige Christianson who's standing in the ring.)

PAIGE CHRISTIANSON: "Ladies and gentlemen, let me welcome you back to the Jeff Christianson training center for our first match of the evening. It is also our first match country wide to be televised. We are also being piggy backed by the AWA and them wanting to have some sort of reduce schedule or off-season rumor that they aren't really telling their employee's about. But let me welcome you back. Introducing first, from Montreal, Quebec, Canada, standing at six feet four, we have the one, and only Jeff Christianson."

(The lights dim as Ain't Hard to Find by B-Legit, Tupac, Richie Rich, E-40, and C-BO hits. We hear the crowd cheering very loud as Jeff Christianson walks out. He slaps a couple of hands before rolling into the ring. He jumps up on the middle rope holding his arms in the air. He has an arrogant smirk as he removes his hood and throws it out of the ring. He looks over at his opponent. We see the referee check him for weapons, and then walks over to his opponent.)

JD: "This is going to be electric! I can't believe I'm announcing two AWA talents!"

CJ: "Glad you got your cherry popped son. Please stay focused on the damn match, and not the contract offers this might bring."

BB: "This looks to be interesting. You have an AWA Hall of Famer against... Well, a non AWA Hall of Famer but he's near and dear to all of our hearts."

PAIGE CHRISTIANSON: "And introducing his opponent... The only AWA superstar not afraid to take a break... DISCO DUCK!"

(The crowd begins booing. Not because they dislike Disco, but due to the fact that he's wrestling Jeff Christianson, the presenter of tonight's show in his hometown. The bell rings, and Jeff Christianson immediately charges Duck with a clothesline. We see Disco bounce off the mat. Jeff Christianson quickly picks him up and DDT's him. He floats over and immediately applies a reverse chinlock, ala Randy Orton. You can see Disco turning colors quickly as Jeff Christianson looks to be in much better shape than the two previous weeks. Finally Christianson's let's Duck go. He picks him up and nails a piledriver. Jeff goes for a cover, but only grabs a two count.)

JD: "I CAN'T BELIEVE THE KICKOUT!"

CJ: "Too much emphasis. You don't have to yell every minute. Calm down son."

BB: "Very close pinfall. You two stop arguing and call the match. We are trying to expand to US television as well."

(Christianson picks Duck up to a seated position. He puts him in a chinlock. After a brief struggle, we see Duck begin to get up, as he stands, Christianson nails him with a Sleeper Slam. Christianson goes immediately to another chinlock. Duck stands, and turns it into a headlock by Christianson. Duck nails five straight elbows which causes Christianson to break the hold. Disco hits the ropes, and he's dropped with a drop toe hold. We see Jeff Christianson float over and apply a front facelock. After a very long struggle, Disco Duck fights to his feet, however, Christianson quickly knees Duck in the stomach, stunning him. He grabs his leg and drops him with a Fisherman's Brainbuster Suplex[see AWA bio for name]. He bridges for the pin and gets a three count.)

JD: "CHRISTIANSON WINS!"

CJ: "Jeff Christianson looked very impressive on the debut of his company tonight. He defeated an AWA legend."

BB: "Ladies and gentlemen, if you thought that match was great, you should see what we have planned for next week's show. Also for any AWA talents that want to apear please call 1-800-Book-In-Canada or email our booker Jerry.McCoy22@gmail.com to be booked on one of these wonderful shows."

(The feed immediately cuts.)

(COMMERCIAL BREAK.)

(We fade back from commercial and we see Sir Nathaniel Henry Lee GBE in the back standing next to Larry Porter.)

LP: "At this time, I'm standing next to one half of the AWA Tag Team Champions and the founder of Damage, Inc., Sir Nathaniel Henry Lee GBE. Sir Henry, what do you think of this proposed idea of a break?"

NHL: "An idea? It's not an idea. They're implementing it, you fool. The AWA will now go on a haitus and all of its wrestlers will be stuck standing around and being paid for doing nothing. So, guys like Jeff Chrsitianson and Evan Heir will now sit on their arses and be paid for being lousy human beings. They can easily put that money to good use, like finding a suitable replacement for Travis Gray."

LP: "And that replacement would be?"

(Sir Henry stands there with a strange look on his face before he goes ahead and points to himself.)

NHL: "Me you impudent swine! I have successfully lead my company, Damage, Incorporated, from the small foundation that it was built on to the large conglomorate that it is today. Damage, Inc. has cemented itself as one of the most successful groups in all of the AWA's history. I was the founder of that group. I was key in making it successful. Travis should learn from British royalty. There are certain things you do to make a successful company. Running it into the ground and letting its employees suffer while you line your pockets is not one of them."

(From behind NHL we see Travis Gray approach.)

GRAY: "I couldn't help but to overhear you saying that you think that you should leave the AWA, is that correct?"

NHL: "Leave? I said LEAD, not leave! You're even more of a jackass in person."

GRAY: "No, I was actually tell you what I felt rather than what I heard. To think that I would ever let you or anyone else on this roster run the AWA instead of myself is just ludicrous. We've done that already countless times and it's really just an old idea."

NHL: "Go to hell, you maggot."

GRAY: "Actually, why don't you go to hell, and while you're there, enjoy being suspended without pay during the new off season."

NHL: "You can't do that you fool!"

GRAY: "Oh yes I can. And while you're not receiving your paycheck, I'll use that money to make improvements within the AWA. As far as we're concerned, you're now just a civilian and I don't allow civilians in my building. Toodles."

NHL: "Toodles? You'll pay for this, Travis!"

GRAY: "That's what they all say. And for those eager AWA fans out there in TV land, expect an update on this situation soon. Good night."

(We fade to black.)