(We fade into the pyros and fans cheering loudly as we see a Low 6 Times sign and a BJ Time For Reality on Sunday Low sign. Then a great drawing of brian Williams from one of the fans as we go straight to Herb and Frank.)

HS: Welcome everyone to Sunday Night Shock and oh what a night do we have for you.

FJ: Isn’t that the truth Herb, and it all starts off with your favorite little Cruiserweights.

HS: And then we have a great tag team bout for everyone involving the NPD and the enw team of The Natural Disasters. And Fish is in the ring which is always amazing going up against the Fitness muscle man himself, Poppa.

FJ: But don’t forget the Main Event.

HS: Oh Yes Frank, to top it all off, we have an Incredible Main Event match, one for the ages as Our World Champion Low, faces Blackjack in what promises to be, one hell of a wrestling match.

FJ: Lets get this show underway!

HS: Ladies and gentlemen first match of the night, it's time for our Crusierweight Champion, Atlas Johansson to face off against Stevo.

FJ: What a bore...

(Atlas theme blares over the PA and the His theme hits the arena speakers. Blue and yellow spotlights sweep the crowd. After about 10-20 seconds, Atlas comes out on the ramp. He walks down the ramp interacting with the crowd. He slides under the bottom rope, jumps to his feet, pulls the top rope a couple of times, slaps his chest muscles and is ready to go!)

HS: And now we have his opponent, Stevo, accompanied by Dirty.

FJ: Won't this be a great match...

HS: It has all the mak-

FJ: Shut up Herb!

("The Taste of Ink," by The Used begins to play and Stevo and Dirty immediately walk down the entrance ramp towards the ring. Stevo is wearing a black sleeveless shirt that reads "801" in white letters, tight dark denim jeans, and blue and white basketball shoes. He has a red wrist band on his left arm and a black wrist band on his right arm. He is wearing a pair of Aviator sunglasses. Dirty is wearing a tight pair of ladies' purplish pink jeans and black shoes. He has on a black T-shirt. Stevo slides into the ring underneath the bottom rope while Dirty stays on the outside.)

HS: Here we go.

(Atlas and Stevo meet in the middle of the ring. The exchange a friendly handshake, and back for off a second. The bell sounds and both men lock up. Atlas quickly hooks a headlock. Stevo immediately backs into the rope and Irish whips Atlas across the ring. Stevo throws a clothesline but Atlas ducks under. Atlas now stops. Stevo turns around, and Atlas clotheslines him. Stevo quickly back to his feet, and another Atlas clothesline takes Stevo down. Stevo back up again, and back down again via another Atlas clothesline.)

HS: Atlas using his experience.

FJ: I don't think you can say experience... Stevo's been in a couple of Indy matches.

HS: How does that translate wrestling to the talent level of the AWA?

FJ: It doesn't... But Atlas isn't that great either. He isn't a Low, Dave Santini, or Jeff Christianson.

(We hear Herb sigh as Stevo stands back up again. Atlas attempts to lock up with Stevo, but Stevo slips behind Atlas. Atlas turns around and is met with a kick to the gut, followed by a DDT. We see Stevo now get to his knees. He punches Atlas in the face five times, and then pulls him to his feet. Stevo Irish whips Atlas to the turnbuckle. Stevo runs in and hits a Stinger Splash on Atlas. Atlas comes out of the corner dazed. Stevo now hits the ropes to which Atlas is facing, and runs off and nails a clothesline. Stevo goes for a pin... One... Two... And Atlas quickly kicks out.)

HS: Atlas with a quick kickout.

(Stevo now stands up and begins measuring Atlas. Atlas now reaches his feet, sees Stevo jump and attempt a drop kick, quickly backs away from Stevo. Atlas now in the middle of the ring. We see Stevo shake his head in frustration. Stevo reaches his feet and charges Atlas, who takes him down with a deep arm drag takedown. He now applies a side armbar to Stevo.)

HS: Here is his technical background.

FJ: He's not the greatest technical wrestler in the world... I believe Low won that in one of my favorite matches of all time.

(Atlas now takes the side armbar and switches the hold into a cross arm breaker. Stevo can't reach the ropes due to his small frame and we can hear him scream. We now see Stevo begin rolling towards the armbar, and we see a pin attempt by Stevo. One... Two... And Atlas breaks the hold and kicks out. Stevo seems glad to have his arm free as he reaches his feet, quickly followed by Atlas. They trade a series of right hands. Stevo throws a haymaker, but Atlas ducks. Atlas catches Stevo and connects with a beautiful release German suplex on Stevo, who landed near the ropes. Atlas goes for a pin. One... Two... And thr. No.)

HS: Atlas almost had it won.

FJ: The match is over?

HS: No, Stevo put his foot on the ropes.

FJ: Why did you have my hopes up?

(Atlas now seems to show a little sign of frustration as me reaches his feet. He pulls Stevo to the middle of the ring. He backs up and bounces of the ropes, and goes for a knee drop, but Stevo moves out of the way. Stevo quickly gets to his feet. Atlas now reaches his feet as well. They lock up again. This team Atlas powers Stevo into the corner. He Irish whips Stevo to the corner, but it's reversed and Atlas ends up going into the opposite corner. Stevo now charges in, but Atlas moves and Stevo jumps on the top rope. Stevo jumps off the top rope and connects with a moonsault. He goes for the cover once again. One... Two... Thr. Atlas kicks out.)

HS: Stevo with a near fall.

(Stevo stands up and seems to be allowing Atlas some time to get to his feet.) FJ: He shouldn't do that...

(Atlas, now on his feet, gets dropkicked back into the corner. Atlas bounces out of the corner and attempts a clothesline, but Stevo ducks under. As Atlas turns around BAM! Superkick to the face. Stevo goes for the cover again... One... Two... Thr. Atlas kicks out at the last second. Stevo now stands up and pulls Atlas with him. Atlas pushes Stevo away to create some room. Stevo comes running back in, only to be met with by a Powerslam. Atlas lays across him for the cover. One... Two... Thr. And Stevo now kicks out.)

HS: WHAT A MATCH LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!

FJ: Can we hurry and come to a conclusion? This is boring. No Low, No go.

(Atlas now pulls Stevo up and connects with a great belly to belly suplex. He pulls Stevo up and applies a Chinlock, to wear Stevo down. Stevo, after being in the hold for about thirty seconds, begins to stand up. Stevo delivers to elbows to the stomach of Atlas, and then Irish whips Atlas across the ring. However, this time, Atlas comes back across with a spear on Stevo. Atlas now lays in wait as Stevo begins to slowly get to his feet. As Stevo hits his feet, Atlas applied the Atlas Shrug, and then a cover. One... Two... Three...)

FJ: Finally...

HS: Atlas won a great match tonight. This just goes to show you no matter how many crusierwieghts like the Fish go on to the Main Event ranks, we will always have guys in this division that can go the distance with the best in the business. These two proved that the Crusierweight division has the best competition around.

(Suddenly Open Your Eyes by Alter Bridge begins to play and crowd begins to cheer wildly. Then John Williams steps out onto the ramp and into plain sight and the level of applause increases. But John does not have the usual excited approving look on his face. Instead he seems to not care one bit about the crowd. We can still see the bandages on his head that cover the stitches and the bruising around his right eye. HE is wearing a pair of ragged and torn blue jeans and a black T-Shirt with the slogan “Who Fuckin Cares” scrolled across the chest of it. John makes his way down to the ring, but as he move he does not slap any hands he just walks the ramp and slides into the ring. Once in he heads to the far side where he takes a microphone from a ringside official. Williams then walks back to the middle of the ring an raises the mic to his mouth, and as he does the music fades and the crowd slowly begins to quiet down. Williams looks around and then he begins.)

WILLIAMS: Well, thank you all for that wonderful welcome. It is good to see that you are still in my court.

(Williams pauses and the crowd erupts.)

WILLIAMS: It is just to bad you’re only there when you want to be. Instead of when I need it the most.

(Another Pause but this time the crowd is silent confused about what Williams is saying.)

WILLIAMS: Where the hell were you all two weeks ago when I was getting maimed and brutally abused inside the Hell Bowl Chamber?

(Another pause, and still no reaction from the crowd)

WILLIAMS: Oh yeah, that’s right, you were on your feet yelling and screaming and cheering on my own Brother when he was almost killing me. Some fans you are, you all make me sick, instead of showing loyalty, the whole lot of you are getting off on a hero’s blood being spilled all over the ring.

(Still not much reaction from the crowd, it is almost as if they are still in a state of shock about what is being said about them.)

WILLIAMS: I walked into that match counting on the support of what has taken me as far as I have made it. I was counting on you the fans to even the odds. I mean lets face it I was going in the underdog, between the alliance of Dave Santini and My worthless sorry excuse for a human being of a brother. I was behind from the get go. You could have made the difference, you could have brought me back, but instead you turned, because you were more interested in seeing blood spilled. As much of it and as often as possible.

(Williams stops and we can hear the crowd begin to boo the man that they have cheered for so long.)

WILLIAMS: That’s right boo me, show me how much you hate me, I expect that from people like you, people with no class or conscience. I mean you people started Cheering for my brother, a man who would step over each and everyone of you if it meant him getting closer to the top. Why? Because he attacked Dave Santini? Please, that was not out of heroism or pride, that was out of greed. Brian thought that he might be able to make it back to the top, and he did not want to share any of glory with anyone, so thus the attack on Dave Santini.

(The chorus of boo’s has become the only audible thing in the entire arena. Williams wonders around the ring with a smile on his face nodding his head.)

WILLIAMS: Yeah, that is what I expected, you know you people have no class, you make me sick, I cant even believe I hope I would never have to live in a world where hero’s are disposable, but alas it has come to be. I think I am about done wasting my time wading around in filth, so I bid you all a not so fond farewell.

(As John begins to leave the ring the entire crowd breaks into a “LOSER” Chant. Williams ignores it at first but it quickly gets to him. You can see the anger building up in his face. He begins to walk back to the back along the side of the ramp. When he just stops and turns to a fan who is hanging over the railing pointing a finger in his face calling him a loser. Williams snaps and drags the man over the railing and nails him with about 5 hard right hands which in turn bust the man wide open. John then twists the mans arm and pulls it up over his head in a top wrist lock like position. John then turns himself around so he and the fan are back to back and while still holding onto the twisting wrist lock. John hooks his arm through the open triangle of the fans arm and lifts the man off his feet leaving him hanging over his shoulder in a vicious standing chicken wing type manoeuvre. The fans begins to scream in pain as Williams begins to apply more pressure to the shoulder of the fan. Eventually AWA security begins to pour out of the back stage area and they try to pull Williams away to loosen his grip but Williams continues to hold on and the man continues to scream. Then after a couple of minutes of this Williams just lets go and stands up, the man is still screaming on the ground and Williams looks down at him with a confused look on his face. He then turns and with the same confused look on his face disappears into the parking lot area. As we fade to a commercial for AWA Vortex as the next upcoming Pay Per View and come back to the arena.)

HS: What actions by John Williams, he’s a changed man.

FJ: I like him this way, he means business.

(When the camera pans to the ring, NPD are already in it, waiting for their opponents. The crowd is giving them a small, mixed, reaction. April India, standing on the apron, at least gets decent appreciation from the male part of the audience. After a short while, "How We Do" with Game and 50 Cent hits the arena, and the lights go yellow and blue. The AWAtron shows the returning Thunder with "The King of TV" under his picture and right next to it a split screen with his brother Lightning.)

FJ: At last! The return of former TV champ Thunder!

HS: And he's not alone -

FJ: Why would he be, you dimwit? This is a tag match, what would the point be in him coming out alone?

HS: You didn't let me finish, Frank. I was about to say he is teaming up with his older brother, who is known as Lightning!

FJ: Yeah yeah, together they form the Forces of Nature. That's yesterday's news for anyone paying attention.

(Sparks come up the ramp as Thunder comes out holding Alyson's hand followed by his older brother Lightning. As they appear some of the fans begin to boo and yell nasty things. All three walk side-by-side, giving dirty looks to the closest fans. The sparks go off as Lightning gets in the ring and Thunder helps Alyson in. Thunder gets on the ropes badmouthing the crowd. He is met with a compact wall of boos.)

HS: The fans here in Chicago really express what they think of the Forces of Nature.

FJ: Those inbred idiots wouldn't know a great tag team if it double suplexed 'em.

HS: Huh?

(After a brief staredown, Lightning goes out into his corner, waiting for the bell to ring. Hollywood Blue and Bronco T pounces at the opportunity and attacks Thunder with several combinations of kicks and blows. Lightning responds quickly by climbing the top turnbuckle and then connects with a missile dropkick to Blue's back, sending both men to the canvas.)

HS: Whoa! Hollywood Blue just got struck by Lightning!

(All four men engage in a furious brawl which goes on for a couple of minutes, with punches, slaps, headbutts and so on. Even the ladies outside the ring scream at each other briefly before starting a catfight right there on the floor. Eventually, the referee manages to separate the ladies and is about to turn his attention to the quartet in the ring when Thunder sends Blue over the top rope with a powerful clothesline. Lightning comes after him with a plancha.)

FJ: You gotta love the desire these teams show. The match hasn't even started yet, and still all four wrestlers, as well as their managers have taken a fair share of beating.

HS: Hard to say which team was helped by this, if any. Good thing the ref got on top of things before the melee got out of hand.

(The bell is rung, and Bronco T locks up with Thunder in the center of the ring. Using his size advantage, Thunder pushes Bronco to the mat and hooks his leg for a one count before being thrown off.)

HS: Thunder with the early pin attempt there, but he didn't have any luck.

FJ: It was too early; he has to wear his opponent down first.

(Both men get to their feet and exchange punches. Thunder slowly gains the upper hand, and after a while he is pounding away heavily at Bronco, who looks eager to make the tag to get his partner in. Thunder whips him to the opposite corner though, and Lightning uses the opportunity to give Bronco a low blow. The NPD member staggers back and is caught by Thunder, who executes a neckbreaker. Thunder tags out to Lightning.)

FJ: Don't you just love to see these two athletes in action Frank? They have all the skills you could ask for, and a mean streak to back them up.

HS: That they most definitely have. Oh, look, Lightning is climbing the turnbuckle once again, and Bronco T is still lying on the canvas!

FJ: Looks like Lightning will strike again!

(Lightning reaches the top turnbuckle, raises both hands in the air and jumps. He executes a beautiful Frog Splash on Bronco. He hooks the leg for the count.)

HS: ONE

FJ: TWO

HS: THR... NO, Bronco KICKED OUT! I can't believe it. Where did he find the strength for that?

(Lightning gets up and whips Bronco to the corner and follows up with a jumping forearm, but Bronco moves out of the way, and Lightning hits nothing but thin air before crashing into the turnbuckle. Bronco makes the tag to Hollywood Blue, who immediately catches Lightning and picks him up in the Tilt-I-Whirl.)

HS: Look at the strength of Blue. Lightning is in trouble now!

(As Blue spins him around, Lightning counters by locking his ankles around Blue's neck.)

FJ: Hurricanrana!

(Blue crashes head first into the mat, and both men are slow getting up. Lightning comes out of his daze and confusion first, and leaps across the ring to tag his partner back in. Thunder rushes Blue and takes him down with a Bulldog. Lightning performs a two-foot-stomp on Blue's knee before leaving the ring.)

HS: Ouch! Vicious move by Lightning, he put all his weight in that stomp.

FJ: I don't see the ref complaining, do you? Nah, didn't think so!

(Thunder tries to get Blue into a sharpshooter. Bronco sees it though, and comes in for the save. The ref begins to count, and Bronco leaves the ring again. Meanwhile, Thunder sends Blue across the ring, and Lightning pulls down the top rope, making Hollywood Blue tumble over it and down to the floor. The referee turns around and immediately gets in the face of Lightning, who of course knows nothing about anything.)

FJ: Great tag team tactics from the Forces of Nature there!

HS: And not illegal at all, huh?

FJ: Noooo, the ref didn't see it, did he? Then it's anything goes...

(As the ref is busy with Lightning, Thunder knocks Bronco off the apron with a shoulderblock.)

HS: Oh no! Bronco wasn't paying attention there.

(Lightning and Alyson team up lifting Blue back into the ring. Thunder waits for him to get to his feet, and then sends him right back to the mat with a spear. He then tags his brother in, and uses the five count to leg drop Blue. Lightning then sits down on Blue's chest and hooks both legs for the count.)

FJ: This has to be it! ONE

HS: TWO - look out, here comes Bronco!

FJ: THREE! Too late for the save there!

HS: Not too late to take a kick to the face by Thunder though.

("How We Do" hits the speakers, and the Forces of Nature celebrate their victory to a deafening canon of boos.)

FJ: The Forces of Nature dominated this match from the start, Herb. A great showing by the AWA's newest tag team acquisition here tonight.

HS: Indeed.

(We Fade to a commercial for the Best Tag Tema sin AWA History as we come back to Herb and Frank.)

HS: Up Next we have the big Poppa and the history making Fish.

FJ: What about Small?

HS: His size has never mattered, it shouldn’t now, no matter how big and dominant Poppa is.

("Big Poppa," by Notorious B.I.G. plays and bright white explosions set off on the entrance ramp. The crowd begins to boo heavily as Poppa, with his arm around the lovely Tiffany, walks onto the entrance ramp wearing his wrestling attire of white basketball shoes and a pair of blue basketball shorts. Poppa is also wearing a crimson T-shirt with the sleeves cut-off and in off-white cursive letters it reads "Epitome of Physical Fitness" on the front. Poppa jumps up onto the ring apron as Tiffany, wearing a black mini-skirt, a low-cut sleeveless pink blouse, large hoop earrings, and black high heels, walks up the ring steps. Poppa climbs through the ropes and poses for the crowd to a mass of boos, while Tiffany bends over seductively through the ropes and into the ring.

Just as she does this she gets back down to the floor as Erie music hits and the lights change to a blue tint and move in a way to make it seem that the whole arena is under water the crowd buzzes in anticipation of one of the most popular wrestlers in AWA history, then "Trendy" by Reel Big Fish hits and the lights flash back on as water shoots from the stage the crowd explodes with one of the loudest ovations you’ll hear and wrestling for an entrance as The Fish dead sprints to the ring, slapping every hand on one side of the aisle way before sliding into the ring.)

HS: The bell has run and its underway.

(Fish charges at Poppa with lefts and rights to the face backing him up some but Poppa pushes him away across the ring and then goes for a clothesline but Fish ducks it and hit’s a backflip dropkick to Poppas back as he stumbles away and then Fish charges for a crossboyd but Poppa catches him and just tosses him hard to the mat then steps on him and walks over him as he picks him up and tosses him into the corner.)

FJ: Now Poppa is just mean, I love it.

HS: The heart and fight of Fish just wasn’t enough on that exchange.

( Poppa clubs Fish in the face with a few forearms and then whips him across the ring and charges at him with a huge clothesline and then a hip-toss out of the corner and into the center of the ring as he drops an elbow and goes for the cover. ONE…TWO..kick out by Fish and Poppa picks him up and whips him into the ropes catching him with a power slam and sending him hard to the mat but doesn’t let go as he picks him up and tosses him up onto his shoulder like a battering ram.)

FJ: I like where this is going, Poppas in this one.

HS: And Fish isn’t, I don’t like his ideas here.

(Poppa runs to the turnbuckle with Fishes head down but he pushes off the back of Poppa and sends him into the turnbuckle and then dropkicks the back of his head sending him up and over to the outside.)

HS: Fish got out of it, hes back in it.

FJ: I hate his offense, that darn Fish stick!

(Fish hit’s a baseball slide on Poppa to the outside and sends him to the barricade then gets outside and hit’s a drop sault on the floor sending Poppa down against the barricade and Fish runs with a knee to his face sandwiching him out there, as the crowd cheers on his come back on.)

HS: He’s not gonna let this get out of hand out there, look at him, going bak in the ring.

FJ: Only time I’ll ever say I liked The Fish.

HS: He’s a super-hero, not a brawler.

(Fish looks around the arena and then to the ropes as he starst to ascened to the top.)

HS: What is our super-hero doing?

FJ: High Risk coming up here!

(Fish gets on top and looks all around the arena as he leaps off the top with Poppa now standing on the outside and he flips with a moonsault…and then flips again with a second one.!)

HS: OH MY GOD!

FJ:NO WAY!

(Poppa side steps Fish at the last second and The Fish lands right on top of his head and just lays there…motionless.)

HS: IS THE FISH OK?????

FJ: I dunno Herb, he isn’t moving.

HS: That was the most incredible maneuver I had ever seen.

(Poppa looks down at Fish and around the arena and kicks him, nudging him, then kicks him aain as he picks him up and thros him under the ropes inside sliding in after him.)

HS: Fish isn’t even moving and Poppa is just to much.

FJ: Poppa is a beast. And Fish…I dunno what to say about Fish after that, he needs help.

(Poppa picks Fish up and Fish goes for a punch to Poppas stomach but he just falls to his knees and Poppa clubs the back of His head then throws him into the corner and Fish stumbles out with Poppa catching him as he falls to his knees.)

HS: He can’t even stand…stop this ref!

FJ: Poppa is to much of a beast to stop it, he wants this.

(Poppa gets The Fish in position and sends him down to the mat with a hard hitting Cougar bomb and makes the cover for the 1...2...3 as the ref immediately raises his hand in the air and calls for Emt’s as we fade to commercial.)

HS: “Ladies and gentlemen we do not have an update on The Fish just yet, but when we do, hopefully soon we will tell you his condition after that incredible high risk move he tried for. But in this industry sadly the show must go on, but there is no other way to contiue the show then with this Main Event this week. Fans, up next is our main event of the evening, as the new AWA World Heavyweight Champion Low takes on BlackJack in a non-title confrontation.“

(Booker T and The MG's “Green Onions“ hits the United Center and BlackJack and Amanda di' Vaio appear on top of the ramp. As the fireworks go off, BlackJack and Amanda walk down the ramp and towards the ring.)

HS: “The former Cruiserweight Champion has certainly done well not getting himself intimidated by Low's antics, Frank.“

FJ: “Well, yeah, he brabbled on and on how he was the underdog or something. Low said it right, he should have more self-confidence.“

(BlackJack climbs into the ring, raises his arms and then gets rid of his leather jacket, as Amanda looks on from the outside.)

HS: “You have to question BlackJack's decision to bring Amanda out here considering what Low has done to Maria just two days ago on AWA Xplosion.“

FJ: “Well, Maria annoyed the hell out of Low, I doubt he has similar feelings for Amanda.“

(The arena lights go on and we see the 'raw' arena as Scott Walker's “Tilt“ begins to play. As Low steps out from the back, the World Heavyweight title belt strapped around his waist, the fans boo him mercilessly. Low briefly smiles before making his way down the ramp.)

HS: “Whatever sympathy bonus Low might have had after what happened with Ramona A. Stone is now irrelevant thanks to Low's words and actions the past week.“

FJ: “Give the man some credit! Sure, he went overboard with what he did to Maria. But two weeks ago, this man's best friend died and tonight he is stepping through these ropes to fight anything but some middle of the card contender.“

(Low climbs into the ring, takes the belt off and holds it high into the air. He hands it to the referee and then stares right at BlackJack. The referee calls for the bell and BlackJack immediately runs at Low and explodes with a dropkick.)

HS: “Listen to the Chicago crowd cheer for one of their own!“

(Low is surprised but immediately gets up to his feet. BJ Irish whips Low into the ropes and then hits a hip toss. Low gets up and BJ hits a second hip toss. Low blocks a third hip toss attempt and counters into a backslide, but BJ is able to roll over Low's back and roll him up with a small package. The referee counts 1..... and a kick out. Both men are back up and Low hits BJ with a LOUD open handed slap to the face.)

FJ: “Woah!“

(BJ retaliates by hitting a series of stiff lefts and rights, staggering Low. BJ goes for a jumping calfkick, but Low ducks, pulls BJ's legs out from under him and goes for the Low Profile! BJ, however, is able to push Low off. Low then runs at BJ, but BJ hits a drop toehold and immediately grabs Low's legs. BJ now goes for the Chicago Snap, but Low immediately struggles into the ropes. BJ releases the hold and Low slides out of the ring.)

HS: “And Low is obviously frustrated.“

FJ: “Well, BlackJack started off well here, but you know the deal – Low only needs one mistake before picking his opponent apart.“

(Low is now yelling at the referee, claiming BJ cheated. The referee and BJ get wrapped up in a discussion, but suddenly Low pulls BJ's legs and drops him to the mat. He pulls BJ out of the ring and then Irish whips him into the guardrail. Low follows up with a series of knife edge chops to BJ's chest, each of them accompanied by a loud “Wooooo!“ from BJ's hometown crowd. The referee counts them both out, but Low breaks the count by briefly rolling into the ring below the bottom rope. He immediately turns his attention towards BJ again, however, and just starts pulling BJ's face. Low then pulls BJ's head back by the hair and starts slapping his face while standing behind him.)

HS: “Low is obviously still trying to intimidate BlackJack with his antics.“

FJ: “BlackJack SHOULD be intimidated! After all, Low is OUR World Heavyweight Champion for the sixth time!“

HS: “You're never tired os saying that, right?“

(Low has now rolled BJ back into the ring. He is stomping away at BJ's back, not stopping until the referee pulls him away as BJ gets into the ropes. However, BJ made the mistake of laying across the bottom rope, as Low now places his boot on BJ's back and starts choking him across the bottom rope. As the referee reaches the count of four, Low releases the choke.)

HS: “Why does he have to cheat here, Frank?“

FJ: “He doesn't HAVE to, he WANTS to! You should know that.“

(Low now Irish whips BJ into the ropes, picks him up, spins around and hits a quick spinebuster. Low covers and gets 1..... 2..... and a kick out. Low starts stomping BJ's chest and stomach until BJ has no choice but to turn onto his stomach. Low then works over the back again, stomping it several times before hitting three consecutive elbow drops. Low then applies a half nelson and also grabs BJ's right foot. He places his own knee into BJ's back and starts pulling back.)

FJ: “See, Herb, Low only needed BJ's mistake of falling into his trap with the referee and now he is preparing him for the Low Profile.“

HS: “I never denied that Low is one very smart wrestler.“

(BJ is able to get his other hand free and hits Low with a series of lefts to the head. Low has to release the hold and BJ suddenly rolls him over and cradles him for the 1..... 2..... no! Low grabs the bottom rope! BJ tries to kick Low into the midsection, but Low catches BJ's foot. He tries to sweep BJ's other leg out from under him, but BJ jumps up and avoids hitting the mat. Instead, he hits an enzugiri on Low. BJ pulls Low up and Irish whips him into the corner. He follows and hits a corner splash. BJ then spins Low's arm into an arm wrench and quickly climbs to the top rope in the corner. He comes off the top rope and hits a huracanrana into a pinning position! 1..... 2..... kick out! Both men are back up and BJ hits a Northern lights suplex on the World Champion. 1..... 2..... kick out. BJ charges Low, but Low is able to pick him up for a body slam. BJ struggles free, however, and lands behind Low. He applies a dragon sleeper, immediately going down to his knee. Low is quick to counter it, though, by hitting a high kick right into BJ's face. Low with a kick to BJ's gut and then goes for the Low Stunner, but BJ is able to push Low off and into the ropes. Kick to Low's midsection and BJ goes for a cradle piledriver. Low counters him with a backdrop and lands on top of him. The referee counts 1....., but BJ immediately gets his shoulders up. He gets into a bridge and is able to push himself and Low up. He turns around and takes Low down with a backslide. 1..... 2..... kick out!)

HS: “They are really picking up the pace now!“

(Low attempts a clothesline, but BJ ducks and goes for a superkick instead. Low catches BJ's foot, however, and pulls him to the mat. Low steps over, turns BJ around and applies the Low Profile as the fans boo!)

FJ: “Low Profile!“

HS: “But BlackJack is fighting it!“

(BJ is screaming in pain, burying his face in his hands. He slowly robs towards the ropes, trying to reach them, but Low pulls him back into the middle of the ring. Suddenly, however, BJ grabs Low's leg and is able to pull it away, causing Low to lose his balance and drop to the mat. BJ floats over and applies the Chicago Snap on Low!)

FJ: “Chicago Snap! And we are IN Chicago!“

HS: “And the crowd goes nuts as BlackJack could make the World Champion tap out!“

(Low also seems to be close to tapping out, however he is able to grab BJ's foot now and do what he did to him earlier. Low pulls BJ's leg and BJ drops to the mat. Low immediately slides over BJ, grabs his arm, reaches around a applies a cobra clutch on the grounded BJ.)

FJ: “Smart move by Low. If he is able to choke BlackJack out with the cobra clutch he could gain a pinfall.“

(BJ is trying to fit out of the cobra clutch, even getting to his knees, but Low is able to get him back to the mat. Suddenly, BJ floats over and rolls Low up, who is still applying the cobra clutch. The referee counts 1..... 2..... close kick out! Low attempts a knife edge chop, but BJ ducks, pulls Low's legs out from under him and applies a Texas cloverleaf!)

HS: “This is just a back and forth battle with both men seemingly applying every submission hold that is in their arsenal.“

(BJ pulls back on the holds as Low slowly gets towards the ropes. He reaches them, but instead of waiting for BJ to release the cloverleaf, Low uses the ropes to pull himself up, until BJ has no choice but to release the hold. Low pulls BJ's legs away, causing BJ to fall onto his face. As he holds his mouth, Low reaches around his face and applies a dragon clutch.)

HS: “Another submission hold that Low rarely applies these days.“

(BJ once again is able to pull Low's foot away, but as Low drops to the mat, BJ holds on to the foot, floats over and applies an ankle lock on Low. Low doesn't waste any time, though. He rolls through and causes BJ to drop to the mat himself. Low grabs BJ's foot and applies an ankle lock of his own.)

FJ: “This is hold for hold, Herb! I love it! I have to give credit to BlackJack as he is holding his own against the World Heavyweight Champion.“

(BJ is able to get on his back. He tries to push Low away with both of his feet, but even though Low falls to the mat, he still holds on to the ankle lock. BJ is screaming in pain, while Low is working his way back up to his feet. BJ turns onto his back again and again tries to push Low away, but Low holds on to both of BJ's feet and then hits a VERY low kick to BJ's groin as the crowd groans.)

HS: “That was totally unnecessary!“

FJ: “Yeah, but he WANTED to do it!“

(As BJ holds his crotch and gasps for air, Low spins around BJ's leg and applies a figure four leglock as the crowd goes “Wooooo!“ BJ is screaming in pain, as the series of submission holds has obviously weakened his leg. Low applies even more pressure by grabbing the top rope and holding on to it, gaining some additional leverage. Amanda, however, pops up behind Low and yells at the referee to turn around. The referee does so and sees Low holding the ropes. He threatens to disqualify Low and starts his count and Low releases the figure four at the count of four. Low now stands right at the ropes. Suddenly, he turns around and spits right in Amanda's face!)

FJ: “Hahaha!“

HS: “WHAT A PIG! Why would Low treat the AWA's women like that? Just because his woman is no longer around?“

FJ: “No! Because he wants to make sure not to get any unwanted sympathy from the fans!“

HS: “Well, listen to the Chicago crowd practically booing him out of the building! He doesn't have to fear getting ANY sympathy at all!“

(Amanda is disgusted and wipes Low's saliva out of her face. Low smirks, but just as he turns around, an angry BJ connects with a superkick right to Low's face! BJ then jumps onto the middle rope and hits an Asai moonsault. He covers and gets 1..... 2..... no! Kick out! BJ Irish whips Low into the ropes and goes for another huracanrana, but Low is able to hold and counter it with a power bomb. Cover gets 1..... 2..... and a kick out! Low now whips BJ into the corner and then comes running at him, but BJ gets his feet up at the last split-second. He gets onto the ropes and hits the Jack 7!)

HS: “Jack 7 by BlackJack! He covers!“

(The referee gets down and counts 1..... 2..... 3! NO! Low draped his foot over the bottom rope JUST as the referee's hand hit the mat for the third time. BJ is obviously disappointed, but he wastes no times at all. He pulls Low up and whips him into the corner. He runs towards Low and hits a turnbuckle clothesline. BJ holds on to Low's head, though, and hits a bulldog. The Chicago crowd goes nuts as BJ briefly plays to them. He then quickly climbs to the top rope, looks into the crowd and goes for his flying elbow drop off the tope rope.)

FJ: “He missed!“

HS: “Low has rolled out of the way at the last instant and BlackJack's mat crashes right onto the canvas!“

(BJ is holding his arm from the impact of the missed high risk maneuver. As he gets back to his feet Low already awaits him. Low grabs BJ's arm, reaches around his face and applies the crossface chickenwing.)

FJ: “Low is going for the Low Standard! No one has ever gotten out of this hold once it has been applied!“

HS: “But BlackJack is fighting it! Low can't quite get it done as BJ refuses to go down to the mat!“

(The fans cheer BJ on as he resists Low attempt to apply his most potent finisher. BJ is finally able to break the hold by hitting Low's midsection with a series of elbows. He grabs Low's head and hits the Ace of Spades! BJ covers and gets 1..... 2..... 3! NO! NO! Low AGAIN grabs the bottom rope to NARROWLY escape! BJ is now very frustrated and starts arguing with the referee.)

HS: “I can understand BlackJack's frustration, but he should keep his mind on the task at hand.“

FJ: “And Low is already getting up again.“

(As BJ still discusses the cover attempt with the referee, Low comes from behind and again applies the crossface chickenwing, setting up the Low Standard. BJ, though, starts running around in circles and finally frees himself of Low as he throws Low out of the ring between the top and the middle rope. BJ immediately follows Low to the outside and tries to roll him back in, but Low surprises BJ with a low blow. Low then rams BJ face first into the steel steps, as the referee has again started counting them both out. Low now signals that he wants to end the match. He practically stalks BJ and waits for him to turn around to hit the Low Stunner. BJ turns around and Low hits the kick to BJ's midsection, but BJ is able to block the Stunner and push Low into the steps himself. Just as Low gets back to his feet, BJ starts running, uses the steps as a catapult and hits a HUGE Ace Of Spades outside of the ring! As he realizes how far the referee has counted already he quickly rolls back into the ring as the referee counts to ten! Low is counted out!)

FJ: “No! No! No!“

HS: “BlackJack wins it! BlackJack wins it!“

FJ: “That doesn't count, it was a count out!“

HS: “He hit the Ace Of Spades and Low is still down and out outside of the ring! BlackJack beat him fair and square!“

(The Chicago crowd explodes as “Green Onions“ hits the speakers. The referee pulls up BJ's hand and Amanda climbs into the ring to celebrate BJ's victory. BJ slaps his hand three times as if to say to Amanda that he didn't pin him, but Amanda shrugs with her shoulders and raises BJ's arm into the air. The two celebrate to the huge cheers of BJ's hometown crowd in Chicago.)

HS: “This could very well set BlackJack up as a serious title contender. After this performance he certainly deserves a shot at Low's World title.“

FJ: “Yadda yadda yadda, Herb! Low is still the World Champion and that's all that matters.“

HS: “The question is, how long until somebody younger and hungrier comes around? Anyway fans, we will be right back after this commercial break.“

TWACK!

HS: “Woah!“

(Just as we're about to go to the commercial, Low breaks up the celebration by nailing BJ right across the back with a steel chair. The crowd loudly boos Low as he looks at BJ with an angry look on his face.)

HS: “What a sore loser! Low is still the same conniving bastard he has always been! Ramona or not! Hiatus or not!“

(Low waits for BJ to come to his feet again. Just as he does so, Low nails him with the chair right across the face, splitting his forehead open and opening a huge wound on his forehead.)

HS: “That bastard has busted BlackJack open!“

(Low climbs out of the ring and pushes the timekeeper to the ground. He then takes the World title belt and slides back into the ring. Amanda is tending to BJ, but Low suddenly grabs her by the hair and pulls her off of BJ, throwing her halfway across the ring in the process. The fans boo him even more now and start throwing trash into the ring. Low then pulls BJ back to his feet and leans him against the ropes. He places the title belt across his right shoulder and then places BJ's chin onto it. He drops down and hits the Low Stunner onto the belt.)

FJ: “Hahaha! Back to the roots!“

HS: “This is EXACTLY how Low put out Black Dragon for almost a year back in 2001!“

FJ: “Except Black Dragon was only Stunnered onto the Tag Team title belt.“

HS: “Will you stop!?!?“

(Low uses his flat hand to rub some of BJ's blood onto the World title belt. He then points at Amanda, who is just starting to get to her feet. Low slowly walks over to her as the fans boo and throw more trash. Low obviously waits for Amanda to turn around to hit the Low Stunner, but suddenly the arena lights go out and only a single blue spotlight falls onto the rampway. Smoke begins to fill the rampway and the crowd goes NUTS as Metallica's “Orion“ begins to play.)

FJ: “Oh no!“

HS: “Brian Williams is here!“

FJ: “Yeah, the serial killer the whole family likes to cheer! I'm disgusted!“

(Low has now turned his attention away from Amanda and towards the entrance. Out of the blue haze comes Brian Williams, walking slowly and deliberate towards the ring, not taking his eyes off of Low for one second. The lights go back on as Williams steps onto the apron, over the top rope and into the ring. He walks right towards Low and the two men stand chest to chest.)

HS: “This is the first time since Hell On Earth that Brian Williams and Low are looking face to face!“

FJ: “Yes, but it also the first time that Brian Williams can get a firsthand look at Low being HIS World Heavyweight Champion!“

(Low and Williams stare at each other and exchange a few words with each other. Suddenly, Low starts taking a few steps back, picks up the World title belt and then... climbs out of the ring, still staring at Williams the entire time. The fans boo Low as he makes his way back up the ramp, never turning his back towards the ring. Williams reaches into the pockets of his pants and removes a microphone. With his deep voice he begins to speak.)

BRIAN WILLIAMS: “I spent a year and a half tainting the AWA with my toxic grip. But now the time has come for Brian Williams to cleanse the AWA of that same venom.....“

“AND IT STARTS WITH YOU, LOW!“

(The Chicago crowd explodes one more time as Low seems to have a somewhat concerned look on his face as he walks up the ramp. Amanda is helping BlackJack back up to his feet as the copyright logo appears on our screen and the scene fades to black.)