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AWA SUNDAY NIGHT SHOCK, February 20, 2005, Vancouver, British Columbia, CA, GM Place

(As the show comes on the air we see Colin Baird talking with a member of the AWA Security staff. THey discuss the upcoming scheduled events at Vortex and Baird proceeds to Call his opponent John Williams a loser. Baird goes on for a while until He is brutally attacked from behind. THe attacker quickly takes Baird down and locks in a violent chicken wing cross face type move. We can now see that the attacker is John WIlliams. Williams has a look in his eye that is starting to get quite familiar. The look is one of rage as WIlliams continues to sinch in the hold he begins screaming at Baird. Eventually Williams lets Baird go and begins to walk away. Baird gets back to his feet slowly holding the shoulder and grimmacing in pain. He is about to walk away when he is pasted over the head with a shovel courtesy JOhn WIlliams. Baird drops like he was shot and WIlliams stands over him.

JW: I told you Baird, I told you I would even the score you son of a bitch. This isn't the end, I will see you at Vortex, and that is the last time anyone will see you.

(We can see the open wound on the back of the head of the unconcious Baird WIlliams is laughing angrily. The video plays for the opening of Shock and we fade into the arena with the pyros going off behind the thunderous screams of the crowd on hand. We go straight to the announcers table to kick things off.)

HS: Welcome everyone to Sunday Night Shock live from the GM Place, in beautiful Vancouver, British Columbia in Canada!

FJ: We’re just a week away from Vortex Herb.

HS: You’re right Frank, and what a PPV it will be this year, it’s a first time ever, it’s the most innovative idea for a PPV to date. It’s decided by everyone, everyone of the fans picks the stipulations for every match!

FJ: It’s genius, I swear the commisioner and his woman are genius!

HS: And lets kick off the show tonight to make our ascension into Vortex next Sunday! “Because what a great show we’ve got for you tonight, folks!”

FJ: “Absolutely, and there’s a lot of volatile people in that locker room right now, just waiting … “

(Without warning, the lights in the arena dim, and two spotlights shine on the AWA-Tron. The screen lights up, showing a moonlit night, outside a nice, luxurious home. A couple of trees, and small bushes line the forest line, where the cameraman stands. His breathing is a bit labored, and sounds husky and forced, almost Darth Vader-ish. The camera stalks through the night, moving closer to the house, and peering into the window. Inside the home, a woman stands over the sink, washing dishes, while a gentleman stands next to her, with a dish towel draped over his shoulder. The gentleman is Nathan Hawthorne-Lee, and he stands next to his lovely wife, Sarah, helping her to wash and dry the dishes, while the two laugh, and playfully splash water at each other.)

FJ: “Herb, what’s going on here?”

HS: “I’m not entirely sure, Frank. But this seems … this seems twisted.”

(The bushes rustle, as the cameraman shifts, the focus switching more to Sarah than the No Limit champion. She has on a snug, silk purple button down, with the first couple of buttons undone, revealing her ample bosom. Small patches of water have dampened the silk, as well as her face, which is pulled back in a tight ponytail. NHL is wearing his new Puck U shirt, and a backwards AWA ball cap, both of which are also covered with small droplets of water. Finally a voice breaks through the silence, distorted and creepy, like the voice created from a box.)

Distorted Voice: “Such beauty, such innocence.”

HS: “What the … ?”

FJ: “Does the beautiful Sarah Hawthorne have a stalker?”

HS: “It would appear so. But who?”

(The camera continues to watch the couple, who carry on with their dishwashing chore. The voice, still breathing, sounds almost perverted as it watches Sarah closely, even zooming in on her cleavage a little.)

Distorted Voice: “The injustice of this world. How could someone so wonderful end up with such scum? How a woman of such grace could end up with such a diseased malcontent is beyond me. But you shall be saved, Sarah. You shall be pulled from the engulfing flames of purgatory, and shown the light of bliss. I shall free you, my caged pretty, I shall open your door wide, and let you fly among the twinkling stars of night. As the great bard once said ‘O beauty, till now, I never knew thee.’ When Shakespeare wrote these words for Henry VIII, he spoke of you, Sarah Hawthorne.”

(The cameraman zooms in on Sarah, as she laughs, playfully slapping NHL on the arm. The scene freezes on her profile, a smile spread across her pert lips, and her eyes gleaming, as the words “Heaven hath a hand in these events” - Richard II, Act v, Sc.2 appears on the bottom of the screen. The picture holds for a moment, before the screen fades to black, and the house lights raise, sending the camera back to Herb and Frank, who, along with the rest of the arena, are stunned.)

FJ: “Herb, what just happened?”

HS: “I’m not quite sure, but it looks like the already full plate of NHL just got another serving. He has his match tonight with Brian Williams and the Immortals on his mind, as well as the deranged lunatic Maxx Skabb to worry about. And now someone is stalking his wife?”

FJ: "I always heard that with a title comes a bull’s-eye on your back, but this is ridiculous. Some things are sacred, and although I admit that Sarah is incredibly hot …”

HS: “Frank!”

FJ: “What? She is. But to stalk her? That’s low, even for me.”

HS: “Well, our No Limit Champion needs to clear his mind of these events, and prepare for later tonight. And we’re going to take a commercial, but stay tuned, folks. We have an amazing night of action here on Shock!”

(Commercials for Trojan Condoms, Coca-Cola, and the AWA’s next Pay Per View, Vortex are shown.)

HS: “Ladies and Gentlemen, tonight we will see Thunder and Lightning taking on Jack Happy, and BlackJack”

FJ: “Now how could happy, and BJ possibly fight thunder and lightning?” FJ: “Of course I know Thunder and Lightning are forces of nature, one of them flashes during rain storms, and the other makes loud noises, everyone knows that.”

HS: “No Frank, as in the wrestlers, you know people. They call themselves Thunder and lightning.”

FJ: “OHH I knew that”

(How we do hits and the lights go yellow and blue, the titan tron show Thunder with the king of Tv under his picture and right next to it a split screen with lightning. Sparks come up the ramp as Thunder comes out holding Alyson's hand followed by his older brother lightning. As they appear there showered with boo's as all three walk side by side giving dirty looks to the fans. The sparks go off as Lightning gets in the ring and Thunder helps Alyson in and Thunder gets on the ropes bad mouthing the crowd.)

HS: They have their work cut out for them tonight Frank, facing a red-hot BlackJack, and US Champ, Jack Happy”

FJ: “You mean BJ, and Drake Hyde?”

HS: “[sigh] must we go through this again?”

FJ: “Yes, we must, because he is on his way to the ring now…Ladies and Gentlemen DRAKE HYDE!!!!”

(TNT by AC/DC hits, and from behind the curtain saluting the crowd the whole way, Mr. Jack B. Happy steps out, in his black T-shirt and his black jeans complete with silver knees. Dressing the part and apparently believing the part as well, Jack starts up a “DRAKE” chant as the fans revel in Jack’s amnesia induced identity crisis. Followed shortly after that, we hear. Booker T and the MG's-"Green Onions hits and Blackjack appears on the ramp way and as the guitar chimes in Pyros shoot up from each side of the ramp all the way down, at every chime of the guitar as he makes his way down.He climbs into the ring going to the middle and raises his arms out and up then tosses off his Leather Jacket.)

Hs: “All four men are in the ring and there is the bell”

FJ: “It looks like Drake, will start it off against Lightning.”

(Lightning charges forward at Happy, however he simply bounces off him, as the smaller man attempts a shoulder block. Happy then grabs hold of Lightning and tosses him towards the corner. Lightning comes back towards Jack swinging a wild left over Jack’s head, and getting nailed with a viscous stomp on the toes. Lightning grabs his foot in pain, as Happy delivers a clothesline that floors Lightning. Jack goes to his corner and tags in BlackJack, Lightning gets up and tries to clear the cobwebs, however he is met by a quick and nibble set of jabs by BJ. A left and a right are followed a right hook to the liver, and as Lightning doubles over, he is meet with a DDT. BJ nips up quickly and begins to dance back and forth in typical boxer fashion as the fans are going insane with delight.)

FJ: “Show off”

(BlackJack pulls Lightning up to his feet, but on his way up Lightning catches BJ low with a low blow. BJ goes to his knee clinching…well you know where.. Lightning then makes his way to the corner to tag in Thunder to a chorus of boo’s. Thunder comes in and immediately begins to lay boots in to BJ, he then picks up Black Jack and whips him to the ropes, BlackJack comes off getting hit with a powerslam. Thunder goes for the pin, he only gets two however, then he jumps up screaming at the ref. Thunder then sends BJ into the corner and starts to reign in left and rights, BJ covers himself up blocking most of the shots, Thunder then lays in a knee, and drags BJ out of the corner. He places BJ’s head between his knees and hoists him up for the powerbomb, however BJ holds on to Thunders head, BJ delivers a few stiff rights to the top of Thunder’s skull, and then top it off by delivering a hurricanrana. BJ goes to his corner and tags in Happy.)

HS: “BJ with a nice reversal there and he is tagging in us champ. Jack Happy”

FJ: “I don’t see Jack? Where is he? You must mean Drake Hyde..”

(Happy comes in with palms of fire as he delivers his patented “slap happy” Thunder hit the ground hard, and then Happy points out wards towards all the fans. Lightning then interjects himself he is cut off by BlackJack, who comes flying from the outside, with a springboard drop kick off the top rope. Lightning hits hard as Black Jack climbs the ropes. Happy now has Thunder on the ropes as well. Although Happy climbs up with him. Happy looks outwards onto the fans and screams “In Memory of D”)

HS: “OH GOD…!”

FJ: “Classic Drake Hyde….”

(BJ releases first driving a stylish and beautiful elbow right into the heart of Lightning. He gets up and watches as Happy and Thunder comes crashing down, with Thunder landing on his head, and Happy’s awkward looking brainbuster administering full effect. Happy being the legal man rolls over and gets the pin. [/i]

FJ: “Drake Hyde gets the pin”

HS: “Jack Happy you mean…”

FJ: “NO Drake Hyde…he is the man that will defend his US Title at Vortex.”

HS: “That’s JACK HAPPY DAMN IT!!!

FJ: “But look at his face Herb…they look exactly alike”

HS: “It’s a mask”

(BJ and Happy then look each other up and down, before nodding at each other, with a slight bit of tension seeming to mount leading up to their next altercation, BJ and Happy leave the ring separately to the crowd’s cheers for both men.)

(With the competitors still in the ring we cut to the back where we see EMT's loading a concious but dazed Colin Baird onto stretcher. Once Baird is secured on the stretcher they push him towards the ambulance. But just as they are abou to push Baird in John Williams appears again and pushed the stretcher and Baird over causing Baird to smack against the cement in a sick thud. With a helpless Baird face down on the concrete Williams begins to stomp away on the stretcher driving the face and chest of Baird into the hard concrete. it takes a large number of security personel to pull a screaming angery Williams away fromt he scene. WIth Williams away the paramedics begin to attend to Baird again, and as they do we fade back to out announce table.)

HS: ladies and gentlemen what we have just witnessed was sick and uncalled for. John WIlliams is a very twisted sick man right now. I hope he gets his tonight.

FJ: COme on SUmmers, that was great, WIlliams told Baird that he would get his. All he was doing was proving himself right. I kind of like him this way, he is taking the AWA by brute force.

HS: Well in my mind it was sick, and this man needs help, first an innocent fan and now this.

(The camera cuts backstage, where two men guard a locker room door. The name on the door reads Maxx Skabb, and the camera heads past the two guards. Inside, Maxx is seen pacing back and forth in his gear, slamming his fist into the palm of his left hand, gritting his teeth with every punch. He rolls his shoulders forward, as he catches sight of the camera, and walks straight up to it.)

Skabb: “Is this your doing, NHL? You fear me so much that you had me confined to my locker room? What is this? I have to have a babysitter follow me to take a leak! This is so typical, Nathan. You’re so scared that I might leave you in a bloodied pile, that you’re went crying to Louise, and begged her to keep me under constant supervision. (Mockingly) “Oh please, commissioner, don’t let Maxx get his hands on me. I’m just a paper champion, and he’s crazy. He could hurt me, please, please don’t let that happen. I beg of you.” (Maxx begins to sob in an almost sarcastic tone.) Please! Well, you got what you wanted, Nathan. I’m trapped in my locker room, until my match, with Baird and Williams. And once I dispose of those two, like the trash they are, I get escorted back here to change, and then helped out of the building. You won’t get to see me, and you won’t feel my hands as I squeeze the life from your puny neck. So enjoy your reprieve, NHL, because it won’t last. And come Vortex, no one, not even the commissioner can save you. Your ass is mine! I sure hope you’ve made your peace, NHL, your time to walk the mile is approaching.”

(Maxx flashes that sinister grin, as he runs his hand over his goatee, before turning back to his caged animal pacing.)

Skabb: I’m done with you. Get the hell out of my locker room.

(The camera begins to back up slowly, but Maxx grows impatient, and places his hand on the lens, pushing him out of the room. Maxx turns and slams the door on the cameraman, before we cut back to the arena.)

HS: “That is one … “

FJ: “… incredibly angry man, Herb. A man set on a mission, and I feel sorry for Colin Baird, and John Williams.”

HS: “What about our No Limit Champion? He’s the one that Maxx is most peeved towards.”

FJ: “Yea, but he has it coming.”

HS: “You really can’t pick a side, can you?”

FJ: “Sure I can, I pick the same side every time, Herb. The winning side.”

HS: (Sigh)

MK: "Hello everyone, I'm standing by with the AWA's No Limit Champion, Nathan Hawthorne-Lee. Nathan, I know you just saw that Maxx Skabb video of him in his locker room, but I know that's what we're here for. But since it's still fresh in-"

NHL: "You know Mark, I am starting to become very sick and tired of Maxx Skabb. Not only does he come down to the ring last week after my match on Xplosion and beats the hell out of me with a steel pipe, but the piece of crap has the gall to stand there in his locker room and say that I did it?? No, I did't do it, it was probably Lethal Louise who did it. She probably locked you away so I wouldn't beat the ever living HELL out of you! You think that you're safe in your locker room? Well, we'll just see about that!"

MK: "Are you planning on attacking Maxx Skabb?"

NHL: "No! I plan on confronting the guy who put this band-aid on my forehead! Confronting and fighting are two different things in my book."

MK: "Ok, Nathan, thank you for your comments on that. Now, the real reason why we're here is because there is some kind of prowler or whatever you want to say that's filming you and your wife while you are in the conforts of your own home."

NHL: "Yeah, there is. You know, we come home for a quick break from Xplosion and from the stress before Shock, since we're in Canada [Fans Cheer], and that's a quick plane ride to our home in Pennsylvania, so I figured, what the hell, right? Well, I guess I was wrong, because now there's some freak who's prowling my house and is filming my wife and I in our home. Our home! The place where you are supposed to feel safe! And then, this person starts to film my wife, exclusively! I just hope that this person isn't an AWA wrestler or anyone associated with the AWA, because they will be in a match with me so quickly, that their head will spin! Then when it's done spinning, it will be crushed like a mellon from my SlapShot!"

MK: "Thank you for your time, NHL. Fans in Canada tonight, you have just witnessed the privacy of a man ruined by someone with a camera. It could be some deranged fan. It could be someone from within the AWA. We don't know, but it sure is disturbing. Back you you Frank and Herb."

HS: "Thanks Mark. Man, that is disturbing. If NHL gets his hands on Maxx tonight, I wonder who NHL is going to be fighting. Is it going to be Maxx, or is he going to picture Maxx as that weird prowler?"

FJ: "I don't know, but it reminds me of the Voyeur."

HS: We’ll be right back Folks with the next match of action!

COMMERCIAL

Williams enters the ring and heads to the far side where he takes a microphone from a ringside official. WIlliams then turns back and leans against the ropes soaking in the jeering and booing fromt he crowd. He laughs a bit and begins to speak)

JW: OH shut up, every last one of you. I cant believe even my fellow canadians are against me. You peopel make me sick.

Now, before I destroy yet another feeble attempt by one of the AWA bottom feeders, let me talk about what happened earlier. You see Colin made a few mistakes, he ran his mouth, and he tried to be bigger than he is. Now I had not intentions of doing what I did, I was just going to talk to Mr Baird, but Mr Baird Called me a LOSER......

I... AM.... NOT... A...LOSER!

(The crowd quickly breaks into a loser chant of their own and Williams begins to go nuts. He then tosses the mic out of the ring as Max Skabb's music hitsThe lights dim, as the music fills the arena, starting softly with "I push my fingers into my ..." before picking up in volume, as Corey Taylor begins to scream. Sparks rain down from the ceiling, as a black light strobes through the arena. Maxx steps through the curtain, dressed in a pair of black jeans, with a hole in the left knee, and a pair of dirty combat boots, that the pants are tucked in. He also has an orange inmate button-down, with short sleeves that cover only part of his tattoos, and black fingerless gloves on both hands. His head is covered with a black bandana, with an orange skull and crossbones watching from the front of it. Maxx slides under the bottom rope, and mounts the middle turnbuckle, the corner closest to him. He raises his hands high, clench fist, as the song repeats "All I've got, all I've got is insane." He then steps off, striding the ring, while unbuttoning the orange "Broward County Correctional" inmate shirt. He tosses his ring attire in the corner, and begins to pace the corner, staring at his opponent (or the entranceway), like a caged animal.

HS; And this thign is getting underway hot and heavy.

FJ: Look at Williams go!

(Williams starts things off with a charging attack on Skabb he rams him and plows him over into the corner. The ref is quick to get in the middle of it but Skabb charges out of the corner and backs John up. Skabb throws a hard right hand to his face and then John hits another right hand.The start to dish them out to each other lefts and rights knocking there heads back and then John starts to deliver a set of 3 hard rights to Skabbs face backing him up. But Skabb jumps out at him with a huge forearm and then a knee to the gut. He picks up John Williams and scoop slams him hard to the mat. John starts to get up and Skabb kicks him in the gut and the uppercuts him.)

HS: What hard hitting action this is by these two men.

FJ: There really getting all of there frustrations out in this match for what they got waiting for them at Vortex this Sunday.

(Williams goes back into the corner and Skabb charges him but Williams shoots out with a huge clothesline and then he gets right on top of Skabb and mounts him with hard fast punche son his face. Skabb Kicks the back of John and then gets up as John gets up to and they lock up and Skabb spins around and snap suplexes him in the ring. He gets up and hit’s the ropes and drops an elbow, he gets up and drops another elbow.)

HS: These men are really going at it hard in there.

FJ: There definitely losing some brain cells in there.

HS: And the onslaught is only continuing.

(Skabb goes for the cover but John Williams kicks out and Skabb applies a headlock. John struggles at first but he starts to get up to his feet as he stands up and picks up Skabb in a back suplex but then drops him across his knee with a backbreaker and then goes for a cover of his own. ONE…TWO..kickout.)

HS: What a move by Williams.

FJ: Yea your telling me.

HS: But what fight from Skabb.

FJ: There tearing each other up in there.

(John picks up Skabb and wraps his arms around him lifting him up and squeezing but Skabb comes straight down with a huge forearm across the back. And then hit’s the ropes clothes lining Williams down to the mat he picks him up and goes for a fishermen suplex but John Powers out of it and turns it around and into an arm twist and then pulls him in for a short arm clothesline but Skabb ducks it.)

HS: There blocking all the offense here.

FJ: I dunno whats coming next.

(Skabb picks him up in a fiserhmen suplex and sends him hard to the mat with a fishermen suplex and flots over into the cover.)

HS: Skabb just hit The Death Penalty on John Williams.

FJ: What a high impact move that is.

HS: He’s pinning the former World Champion.

(ONE…TWO..THREE!)

HS: “And there’s the bell! What an incredible match!”

(Suddenly, “No Remorse” by Metallica begins to play, as the familiar red, white, gold, and green lights fill the entranceway. NHL appears, running to the ring at a full sprint, as Maxx stands back, calling him on with his hands. NHL slides under the bottom rope, and immediately pops up to his feet, as Maxx throws a vicious right hand. Nathan raises his right arm, blocking the punch, and answering with three consecutive shots of his own, rattling the ex-con. Another shot from NHL sends Maxx rocking on his heels, which is followed by a vicious kick to the gut. The crowd begins to cheer, as NHL locks an arm around Maxx’s head.)

HS: “And NHL getting his revenge! I think he’s going for the Slapshot!”

FJ: “This is totally uncalled for!”

(Maxx grabs Nathan’s arm, and twists out of the move, before dropping to his back and rolling out of the ring.)

FJ: “Yes, Maxx Skabb has escaped. NHL’s a fool to think he can outsmart Maxx Skabb.”

HS: “Outsmart? He came within an eye lash of being laid out!”

(NHL stands on the bottom rope, pointing and yelling at Skabb, as the ex-con makes his retreat. He points to the side of his head, smirking as a small trail of blood runs from his lower lip. Maxx turns his back to the ring, and begins to head towards the back, as NHL slides out of the ring.)

HS: “It doesn’t look like Nathan Hawthorne-Lee is finished with Maxx yet.”

FJ: “Run, Maxx, run!”

(NHL runs up the ramp way, as Maxx turns back, just in time to catch a vicious clothesline to the jaw. Officials begin pouring out from the back, grabbing NHL as he repeatedly stomps on Maxx, who lies prone on the ramp. NHL fights them off, as Maxx begins to crawl his way up to the backstage area.)

HS: “Look at that coward. Maxx talks the talk, but when it’s time, he runs away!”

FJ: “Not a coward, Herb. Smart. It’s not time yet.”

HS: “I think the No Limit Champion has a problem with that theory.”

(NHL finally breaks free of the officials, and grabs Maxx by the hair. He lifts Maxx to his feet, and Maxx takes the opportunity to catch NHL in the gut with a short knee. Skabb tries to turn, and take off, but NHL NHL doesn’t let go, instead pulling Maxx back to him, and catching him with another kick to the gut. Maxx doubles over once more, allowing NHL to plant a vicious knee to the side of Maxx’s head. Maxx hit’s the ramp way, and begins rolling down, clutching the side of his head, with Nathan in hot pursuit, and three AWA officials following close behind. Maxx stops rolling, and begins picking himself up, trying to climb the barricade, as NHL grabs him from behind. Maxx turns, firing a shot to the gut, and pulling NHL towards him and placing his head between Maxx‘s legs, changing the momentum.)

FJ: “Yea, give him what he deserves!”

HS: “It looks like Skabb is going to turn this in his favor with a powerbomb.”

(But NHL, not ready to roll over for Skabb, instead lifts his head up, wrapping his arms around Maxx’s legs. Nathan turns towards the ramp way, away from the barricade, and with a quick snap of his arms, lays Maxx down on the metal grating with an elevated spine buster which echoes through the arena.)

FJ: “That’s not good … “

HS: “NHL doesn’t look like he’s ready to let up, either. Someone’s got to stop this!”

FJ: “They’re trying, Herb! The officials aren’t here just to watch!”

(More officials begin to make their way down, as NHL, fighting through the grasping hands of those who wish to restrain, picks up a motionless Maxx Skabb. With absolutely no fight by the ex-con, NHL picks Maxx up, and lays him out on the ramp way with a Slapshot, the move once again reverberating through the arena. Nathan stands over his opponent for Vortex, a vicious gleam in his eye, before raising his arm over his head. Maxx, however, doesn’t move, as blood begins to pour from one of the old wounds on his forehead. The officials grab the No Limit champion, and begin to pull him back towards the backstage area, but he shrugs them off, to the roar of the crowd. A couple of officials check on Maxx, as the crowd begins chanting “N-H-L, N-H-L!” The camera cuts back to Herb and Frank, as Frank holds his head down, shaking it solemnly.)

FJ: “That was a travesty.”

HS: “No, that was payback. It looks like NHL has just one upped Maxx Skabb.”

FJ: “You don’t ever learn, do you, Herb?”

HS: “Just telling you the truth, Frank. And, the truth is, NHL will be right back out, as it’s time for our main event, right after these messages!”

(Commercials for the Hell on Earth dvd, Coca-Cola, and Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas play.)

Hs: Folks its time for the Main Event of the eveing and what a big match it is going to be.

FJ: A big 6 man tag team match Herb!

HS: 6 men, Toxic Melody and Low vs. The Immortals and Brian Williams and what a week of action it has been between these two…

("That Don't Impress Me Much" by Shania Twain suddenly begins to play and the acting commissioner, Lethal Louise, makes her way down the ramp to a chorus of boos.)

HS: "I wonder what she is here for tonight."

FJ: "Well, my well-placed sources have told me she is going to announce all the stipulations for Vortex tonight."

HS: "You have well-placed sources?"

FJ: "You'll see, Herb!"

(Louise steps inside the ring and her music dies down. She doesn't waste much time and gets herself a microphone.)

LOUISE: "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the highlight of your night, as you now have a few minutes to take as many pictures as you can from the most stunning female in the AWA today. But I'll get to the point right away."

HS: "That'd be something new."

LOUISE: "As you know, AWA Vortex 2005 from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, is only one week away. You, the AWA fans, will be able to vote the stipulations of each and every match held at this pay-per-view extravaganza. The AWA wrestlers and officials have compiled their lists of stipulations and I am now going to list them all for your convenience."

FJ: "See, Herb, I told you so."

(Louise reaches into her costumes jacket and pulls out a piece of paper.)

LOUISE: "Vortex will feature one of its signature Rookie Brawls as we had an influx of new talent lately. Participants in the Rookie Brawl will be Xtreme Jeff, Johnny Hollywood, Terry James, Cerberus, Stevo, JAG, Mike Phoenix, Ocelot, Frank Schmidt and Cynder."

"Now, I realize Cynder isn't exactly new to the AWA, but he has just recently rejoined and therefore I counted him as new talent. Besides, he had a chance to become one half of the AWA Tag Team Champions and he blew it, so that's what he's getting."

(Some fans cheer Louise's statement, some boo it.)

LOUISE: "There are four stipulations you can vote for:

a regular over-the-top-rope Battle Royal,
a over-the-SECOND-rope Battle Royal,
a Lumberjack Battle Royal with lumberjacks surrounding the ring,
and a pinfall and submission Battle Royal where the only way to eliminate your opponent is to pin him or make him submit.

HS: "Some new twists to an old concept."

LOUISE: "Andreas Lasiewicz, Snake and Poppa will battle to earn a shot at the AWA No Limit title. They will do this in one of these matches:

a Steel Cage Match with escape only rules,
a good old-fashioned Street Fight,
and a Servant Match where the pinned wrestler becomes the winner's servant for exactly four weeks.

(The fans cheer at this announcement.)

LOUISE: "It is Icon vs. Superstar as former AWA World Champion John Williams takes on former AWA US Champion Colin Baird, in either a:

Last Man Standing Match,
a Submission Match,
or a Lost Voice Match where the loser is not allowed to have his voice heard on AWA television for four weeks, which includes interviews on outside media outlets.

HS: "Woah, quite a blow to the two outspoken men."

FJ: "Well, the fans might not vote for this. But considering how stupid they are, I'm sure they will."

LOUISE: "The AWA Tag Team Champions Draven Shadows and his new partner Paul Parker will take on Atlas and Apollo, The Immortals, as well as Thunder and Lightning, The Forces Of Nature. You can either vote for:

a Triple Threat kendo-stick-on-a-pole Match where you have to retrive the stick and whack both members of one team in order to win,
a TLC Match,
a First Blood Elimination Match where a team is eliminated when one member is busted open,
or a Four Corners Match, where two men are in the ring and can tag to anybody on the outside... which means we may very well see Apollo taking on Atlas, for example.

FJ: "Another interesting twist, a different way of tag team wrestling."

LOUISE: "Nathan Hawthorne-Lee and Maxx Skabb have had a series on confrontations recently. They will battle it out for the AWA No Limit title in one of these kind of matches:

a Triple Glass Table Match where your goal is to put your opponent through three glass tables,
a First Blood Match,
or a Boiler Room Brawl."

HS: "Who would come up with such a sick kind of match? A Triple Glass Table Match?"

FJ: "Yeah, I love it!"

LOUISE: "BlackJack has been on quite a role lately, scoring victories over Low, Andreas Lasiewicz and Jack Happy. His win over Happy earned him a shot at the AWA United States title at Vortex. The stipulations you can vote for are as follows:

a Canadian Death Match, where both men are wearing hockey gear, battling it out on an ice rink."

(The Montreal fans loudly cheer this announcement."

LOUISE: "Yeah, don't wet your panties. Also, a Scaffold Match,
and a best-of-three-falls Match.

The main event will feature two Toronto natives, as the six-time AWA World Champion Low battles his toughest nemesis in two-time former AWA World Champion Brian Williams. The stipulations for this match are:

a Low Rules Match,
a Ladder Match,
and a Stretcher Match.

(The fans cheer Louise's final announcement.)

HS: "They surely like their hometown heroes... and villains."

LOUISE: "So, AWA fans, make sure to head to AWA Online and vote for all your favorite stipulations And now, enjoy the rest of the show!"

("That Don't Impress Me Much" plays and Lethal Louise walks back up the ramp.) HS: Folks we’ll be right back with our Main Event of the evening. (We fade to a commercial for Coca-Cola and San Andreas as we come back to the show)

HS: “Ladies and gentlemen, we have heard everything we needed to hear about AWA Vortex. Now, one week before the event, we will get a preview of the main event, as Low and Brian Williams join forces with Toxic Melody and The Immortals respectively after what went down the previous two weeks.“

(We cut to a short highlight package, going back in time to Hell On Earth's Hell Bowl Chamber, but also highlighting Low's battle with Snake, his attacks on Williams, Atlas and Apollo as well as the recent tag team match and brawl between Toxic Melody and The Immortals. We cut back to the arena and The Atlas Theme begins to play. The fans begin to cheer as Apollo and the AWA Cruiserweight Champion Atlas Johansson make their way down the ramp.)

HS: “Next Sunday at Vortex these two men will battle for the AWA Tag Team title. Atlas has a very real chance of walking out of Vortex a double Champion.“

FJ: “Yeah, Herb, I can barely hide my excitement.“

(Atlas and Apollo stop on the ramp way for a moment to interact with some fans. They don't waste much time, however, as they walk towards the ring, slide in and then soak in the cheers of their fans. The lights go out and the cheers become even louder as a single blue light illuminates the ominous haze filling the rampway as Metallica's “Orion“ begins to play. After a few chords, Brian Williams slowly, but deliberately, makes his way down the ramp.)

FJ: “Listen to those morons. He's a murderer, dammit!“

HS: “These Canadians certainly like one of their own. I can only imagine what the reaction in Toronto must be next week.“

(Williams finally reaches the ring and steps into it over the top rope. He nods to Atlas and Apollo and then turns his attention towards the entrance. We stay with Metallica as “My Friend Of Misery“ begins to play. The cheers turn to boos as Toxic Melody, Snake and the AWA No Limit Champion Nathan Hawthorne-Lee, along with Sarah, step out from the back. The three are taking their time as they are making their way down the ramp.)

FJ: “Metallica... again...“

HS: “This six-man tag team match features three reigning Champions. Nathan Hawthorne-Lee and Snake, however, may end up facing each other should NHL retain against Maxx Skabb and should Snake win his 3-way Match at Vortex.“

(Both men enter the ring and NHL proudly displays his No Limit title belt. The boos become almost deafening now as Scott Walker's “Tilt“ begins to play and the arena lights go on and off along with the beat. Finally, Low steps out from the back, the AWA World title belt around his waist.)

FJ: “These ungrateful Canadian fans! How dare they boo The Legendary Low!?!?“

HS: “Maybe because he attacked a number of women? Maybe because he decided to sneak attack some of the more popular wrestlers around? Maybe because he moved to New York?“

FJ: “No, it's got to be something else...“

(Low enters the ring and walks over to the corner where Snake and NHL are already awaiting him.)

FJ: “A tense moment here between Low and Snake.“

HS: “Let's not forget that it was Low who put Snake's sister Maria in a hospital bed. She still hasn't recovered by all accounts.“

FJ: “Well, it's just business.“

(Low is pointing to the World title belt, signalling to the Toxic Melody that he is the World Champion, so he should be the captain of the team.)

HS: “Low seemingly wants to be the captain.“

FJ: “And he should be. Look at NHL calming Snake down.“

(NHL and Snake step out of the ring and Low hands the referee the belt. The referee signals for the bell and Low smirks at Toxic Melody with an arrogant look on his face. That look turns to stone, however, once Low turns around and sees that he is facing...)

HS: “Brian Williams! Listen to these fans!“

(Low's face is that of surprise, but not fear. Brian Williams just stares Low down, almost staring through him.)

HS: “The atmosphere is at a pitch here in Vancouver! Two Canadian AWA legends, set to wrestle next week at Vortex, are about to give us a preview of their first pay-per-view singles match!“

(Low suddenly grins and then tags in NHL. The crowd almost boos Low out of the building.)

HS: “What is that all about?“

FJ: “Maybe he just doesn't want to give Williams what he wants.“

(NHL looks as if he is a little surprised, but he immediately steps into the ring and locks up with Williams. The much larger Williams, though, pushes NHL off, sending him into the corner. Williams quickly follows up with a corner clothesline, sending NHL down to one knee. Williams Irish whips NHL into the ropes, but NHL is able to reverse it. He drops down and grounds Williams with a drop toe hold. Wasting no time, NHL immediately goes for the Penalty, but Williams quickly grabs the ropes and NHL has to release the hold. NHL takes the advantage by nailing a series of fists to Williams' head before sending him back a few steps with a series of chops. NHL hops up and goes for a huracanrana on Williams, but Williams holds on and sends NHL down with a power bomb.)

HS: “NHL lands with a thud and the fans are excited.“

(NHL gets back to his corner and quickly tags Low in. Low nods and Williams start circling each other. Just as Low gets near the corner of The Immortals, he suddenly spits on Atlas! Atlas is able to keep his composure, Apollo, however, is enraged and steps through the ropes and tries to get at Low. The referee holds him back and Low uses the distraction of Apollo's outburst to tag in an unsuspecting Snake.)

HS: “And Low avoids contact with Williams yet again. Instead he sends in Snake, who had some bloody battles with Williams at Hell On Earth and Wrestlefest.“

FJ: “Maybe Apollo should consider drinking less coffee.“

(Snake steps into the ring and he and Williams stare at each other. Snake immediately lunges forward and goes for a clothesline, but Williams ducks and connects with a thrust to Snake's throat, followed by a kick to Snake's midsection. Williams grabs Snake by the throat and then lifts him up. He holds him in the air for several seconds before dropping him to the mat. Williams then whips Snake into the ropes, catches him and hits a sidewalk slam. He then whips Snake into the corner and tags in Apollo. They double whip Snake into the ropes and then connect with a double big boot. Apollo hits a hip toss on Snake, then a second one and finally a third one, before applying a hammer lock and returning to his corner, where he tags in Atlas.)

HS: “Good teamwork by Williams and The Immortals.“

(Atlas hits a Russian leg sweep as Apollo looks on. Apollo then assists Atlas, lifts him up and Atlas hits the Alley Oop, landing on top of Snake in a pinning position. The referee counts 1..... 2..... kick out. Both men are back up on their feet and Atlas gains the advantage with a quick arm drag, then a hip toss, followed by a drop toe hold. Atlas floats over and applies a front face lock, but Snake is able to get up on his knees. Suddenly, Apollo tags himself in and starts headbutting Snake's lower back, as the referee tells Atlas to leave the ring.)

HS: “It seems Apollo is so enthusiastic he can hardly wait to get into the ring.“

FJ: “He's not enthusiastic, he's a moron.“

(Apollo Irish whips Snake into the ropes, but Snake is able to reverse it. As Apollo comes running at him, Snake catches him by the throat and hits the Snake Strike. Both men are now on the mat, but Apollo is able to reach for Atlas and tag him in. Atlas goes for a standing moonsault, but Snake gets his knees up and Atlas lands with his stomach on Snake's ribs. Atlas, still on his feet, staggers across the ring, but Snake uses the opportunity to hit a power bomb on the much lighter Atlas. He then whips Atlas into his own corner and tags in NHL.)

FJ: “I know exactly why I don't like these Jumpingweight guys.“

HS: “It's Cruiserweight, Frank.“

FJ: “Whatever.“

(NHL and Snake both hook Atlas' head under their arms, lift him up and hit a double vertical suplex. NHL goes for the cover and gets 1..... 2..... and a kick out. NHL pulls Atlas up, wraps his arms around him lifts him up and hit’s a Northern lights suplex into a pinning combination to get 1..... 2..... And another kick out. NHL now hits a snap suplex on Atlas and immediately flips over into yet another pinning position to get 1..... 2..... and a kick out. NHL pulls Atlas up, sends him into the ropes and hits a quick spinebuster, going for another cover to get 1..... 2..... and a kick out. NHL now waits for Atlas to get back up.)

HS: “Atlas is obviously weakened by NHL's series of slams and suplexes. But now it looks as if NHL is practically stalking his prey.“

(As Atlas gets up and turns around, NHL goes for a clothesline, but Atlas ducks and sends NHL over with a belly-to-belly suplex. Cover gets 1..... 2..... and a quick kick out. Atlas then pulls NHL up, only to hit a DDT. As NHL slowly gets back up, Atlas goes into the ropes, but Low grabs him by the hair from the outside and pulls him to the mat, as the Vancouver crowd boos loudly. Low signals for NHL to tag him and NHL does so.)

HS: “Low ended Atlas' short offensive flurry with a cheap trick and now it is Low versus his former NHL stable mate. And remember, these two exchanged the Cruiserweight and TV titles way back in 2000.“

(Low steps in and immediately starts stomping away at Atlas' shoulder. He pulls Atlas up and Irish whips him while going into the ropes on the other side. Low then hits a nasty lariat on Atlas. Low keeps working over Atlas' shoulder as he stomps away at it, followed by a series of knee drops to the shoulder.)

FJ: “That's what Low does best. Single out one body part and pick you apart.“

HS: “If he plans on going for the Low Standard he is working over the right body part.“

(Low drops down and applies a Fujiwara armbar on Atlas, but Atlas is able to somehow sneak around, pull Low over and cradle him for 1..... 2..... and a kick out. Low regains the advantage with a series of knife edge chops to Atlas' chest, but Atlas battles back with chops of his own.)

FJ: “Wooooo!“

(Atlas gains the advantage and whips Low into the ropes, but Low is able to reverse it. Atlas, however, darts towards Low and nails him with a spear. Covers gets 1..... 2..... and Low grabs the bottom rope. Atlas whips Low into the ropes again, but Low reverses yet again. Low connects with a kick to Atlas' midsection and goes for the Low Stunner, but Atlas pushes Low off, grabs him by the thighs, rolls him over and cradles him to get 1..... 2..... and a kick out. Low is slow getting onto his feet and Atlas seizes the opportunity to go for Remember The Titans, but Low is able to push him off and chest first into his own corner, where NHL nails Atlas between the eyes for good measure. Atlas staggers with his back turned towards Low and Low hits a German suplex. He gets 1..... 2..... And a kick out.)

HS: “Nice exchange of maneuvers there from the World Heavyweight and Cruiserweight Champions.“

(Atlas is on his stomach now and Low applies a full nelson and then pulls Atlas up, combining the full nelson and a camel clutch into the dreaded sugar hold. Low pulls back, but Atlas refuses to give up. Instead, Atlas fights his way up to his feet, forcing Low to apply a regular full nelson. Suddenly, Atlas stomps on Low's right foot, forcing Low to release the full nelson. Atlas follows up with a European uppercut and then falls forward to tag in Brian Williams! The arena explodes as Williams goes after Low, but Low is able to get to his corner and tag in Snake. Williams and Snake meet in the middle of the ring and exchange blows, but Williams soon gains the upper hand. Snake, though, blocks one punch and goes for a short clothesline, but Williams ducks and nails Snake's face with his elbow. He then grabs Snake by the throat, lifts him up and hits a choke slam.)

HS: “Williams is cleaning house the fans are loving it!“

(NHL storms into the ring, but Williams counters his attack with a big boot. NHL rolls back out of the ring while Low simply watches the happenings from the apron. Snake is back up and Williams comes from behind. He wraps his arm around Snake's head and then hits Morbid Reality. Williams looks at Low, but Low suddenly gets off the apron and starts walking up the ramp!)

HS: “What is he doing?“

FJ: “Saving his powers for next Sunday!“

(Williams tags in Atlas and then leans against the ring corner. Atlas climbs to the top turnbuckle and climbs onto Williams' shoulders!)

HS: “Look at Atlas' balance!“

(Atlas' back is turned towards the ring and he jumps off of Williams' shoulders to hit a beautiful moonsault on Snake. Atlas covers and gets 1.....2..... 3!)

FJ: “Blah!“

HS: “Williams and The Immortals win! And Low is standing at the top of the ramp and just observes what is going down inside the ring!“

(As The Atlas Theme begins to play, Atlas and Apollo celebrate their win. Williams, however, leans against the ropes and stares at Low, who is standing at the top of the ramp staring back at Williams.)

HS: “AWA fans, this Sunday night, February 27th, we will join you from Toronto with Vortex 2005! Make sure to vote for YOUR favorite match stipulations! It's Low, it's Williams, it's the World title, but what kind of match will it be?“

(As the camera focuses on Brian Williams' intense stare, the screen fades to black.)

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