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AWA SUNDAY NIGHT SHOCK, March 20, 2005, Richmond, VA, Richmond Coliseum

(The AWA shock video package rolls and we come into the arena with pyros going off to the explosion of the crowds roar, as the cameras pan all around the arena, all over the entire building as we cut up to Frank and Herb at the announcers table.)

HS: Good evening ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to AWA Sunday Night Shock.

FJ: Just a week away from Springs and Breaks that promises to be an incredible night of action.

HS: Not to mention there are 12 matches on the card.

FJ: What a big card that will be.

HS: But tonight it’s all about the 4 matches we have for you, we have Scott Lotus going toe to toe with the Legend, Low himself, and DW and Max Skabb facing off face to face.

FJ: But in the Main Event we have a No DQ match between Poppa and the World Champion Brian Williams.

HS: ”And oh what a match that should be. But right now we have the opening contest of a 6 man tag!!!

An attractive Spanish man with a thin moustache with short jet black hair cropped in his thirties, dressed in a black and white tuxedo holding a microphone. He adjusts his tuxedo as he gets ready for his first interviewlikehimself his first interviewee is new to the AWA. He came from anotherFederation hired to do interviews and later commutation. Now coming up forthe manknown as Romeo is his first interview. The camera man says mark and Romeo is ready to go.

Romeo: (with his thick Spanish Background) Welcome AWA Fans, I am Romeo, one the new interviewers here at the AWA Sunday Night Shock. I am glad to introduce my first interview of the season. He is a new wrestler here in the AWA, sometimes called the “Beast of Venice Beach.”. He is part of the Six-man tag match tonight making his debut, hailing from Venice Beach, California, weighing 317 pounds and towering at 6 feet 5 inches. I give you, the Anthem!

The Camera goes and shows the towering hulk of a man that is known as the Anthem. He is six feet five inches tall he has square shoulders and a barrel chest making him look like a powerful muscle builder and tanned body. He has short blond hair that compliments his good looks. His icy blue eyes are covered by a pair of sunglasses. He dresses in wrestling tights that have a white star in the center over a blue section in his front with red and white stripes on the sides. His knee pads and shoulder pads are both a matching blue. He has red open finger gloves and red boots as a friendly smile on his face. His massive arms are in the air as Romeo moves the mike to Anthem’s mouth.

Anthem: Can you feel the Mojo!!! Oh, yeah I feel it. It is coursing here in my veins. I can feel it even now before I enter the ring! It is so good to be here!

Romeo looks at the Anthem a little bewildered as he continues the interview as Anthem gives that grin of his.

Romeo: Anthem, it is good to have you here as well. This is your first match here in the AWA. A six man tag match with you partnering with Marc Slayer and Tragedy vs., Andreas Lasiewicz, Cynder and Schism the Mad Clown, this must be a pretty daunting experience to enter the ring for your first time with such fine company.

Anthem: Very true, Romeo. I am against some of the best the AWA have, but I am also tagging with some of the best as well: Marc Slayer and Tragedy. This will be a good match but I feel the mojo from the fans. I know with their support my team will prevail.

Romeo: Si, so you respect your opponents then?

Anthem grabs the mike with Romeo still holding on to it.

Anthem: Oh yeah I do. I know how dangerous it will be in that match, but I know that we can prevail!

Romeo: How about a little about yourself. You call yourself the Anthem that is an interesting name. I notice that your wrestling pants have the colors of your flag. Is this something of patriotism you have going for you? Or is there more?

Anthem cracks his own neck as he is about to answer.

Anthem: Anthem means that is a theme something people follow and look up to that is something I want to be. A lot of other sports heroes are in scandals across the board. Look at the NHL, the players and the owners are so greedy once again a season of hockey is most likely will not happen this year. How about those NBA players and fans that had that big brawl earlier in year? Now, let’s talk about baseball my country’s favorite pastime. There right now being televised a major steroid scandal investigated by our very own government. Famous players taking performance enhancers for a quick result, so they can break records they could not do without drugs?!

Anthem’s hand clinches into a fist as he is about to go on. His obvious anger that he tries to keep in check shows a little bit.

Anthem: A lot pf these sports heroes have set a “great” example for the youth! Showing them to take these performance enhancers, beat up on the fans and to be greedy! Already we are hearing scandals in the high school ranks of similar instances. In Chicago two high school basketball teams got in a brawl and the fans joined in! Already they are finding and testing high school athletes for performance enhancers finding a lot of these star athletes are being found positive. High School athletes taking bribes to play or throw games for profit! Where are these people getting these views!? From these self centered egotistical sports heroes that forget that the reason that they are even employed is because of the fans and sports are suppose to be enjoyed by the family. As a sports star, we are suppose to set an example of what wecan do, instead these guys are more concerned about their endorsement deals for Cocoa Cola!

Anthem slams his fist into his open hand already showing his disgust even more to what has been a black eye on sports for years. Romeo jumps seeing Anthem’s passion and anger seething through.

Romeo: So you think these are not true heroes?

Anthem looks at Romeo nods and continues slamming his fist into his hand.

Anthem: This has got to stop! Yes, it is not fair that as a sports star, we have to set an example! Who said life was fair? Why do they pay us athletes the big bucks?! Not just to win, but to bring in the fans! If we are all being punks out there, the kids will be acting like punks too! This is the price we pay for being out in the public! We are set on higher standards than others. If you can not take that kind of pressure! Leave sport leave the public eye, don’t blame the fans for your own personal weaknesses! Be a true hero and show the youth and the fans what a true hero is. I have never taken any performance enhancers, I do not start brawls with the fans, and I do not put myself above this sport I am representing!!! I did all this…

Anthem slaps his arms and chest so the camera looks at his well built body.

Anthem: I did this through hard work, sweat and blood! I am where I am at not because of some drug, but through my own personal drive! When I set a goal, I go all out to accomplish it! I do not cheat! If I cheat it is not just because of the public why I do not cheat. I like looking in the mirror knowing what I have accomplished I have done on my own merit! My own skills! My own faith! I know the sacrifices I made to get here where right. I can look in the mirror unlike a lot of the performance enhancer athletes knowing who I am. I am not depressed or sad. I have support of my family and friends! I have great trainers and staff that have helped me get here! With the mojo the fans give me as I enter the ring I will accomplish my goals! And in return I promise they will never be disappointed!!! That is why I call myself Anthem!

Anthem moves away starts heading away from Romeo towards to ring.

Romeo: Where are you going?! The interview is not over yet!?

Anthem: It is time I go to the ring and show the world there is more than just words in what I say!

Anthem disappears from the camera view and it goes make to Romeo.

Romeo: That was Anthem. This is Romeo for the AWA back to you Herb and Frank.

(The arena darkens slowly. An air siren begins to sound, with green spotlights shooting in all directions as an infamous slogan “COME N’ PLACE YA BETS!!” is revealed on the big screen. "Welcome to the Jungle" suddenly thunders from the P.A system. The Gambit steps out from behind the curtain, a traditional cigarette in his mouth as he stalks his way down to the ring, and he cracks a cheeky grin at the mixed reaction from the crowd. He circles the ring, rolls in and stands on the turnbuckle surveying the fans with a grin. He hops off and stops for a minute receiving the reaction of all the fans. He then walks slowly over to the top rope before perching himself on the top rope raising his right arm in the air as the crowd screams.)

HS: “Here he is, The Gambit! This man has shown he is a force to be reckoned with in the AWA being the first ever AWA No Limit Champion!”

FJ: “I think he made a wise choice going with Schizm, but why the hell is Cynder on this team? He has no talent!

HS: “You just like people who lie, cheat and steal Frank!

FJ: “And…”

(The lights go out as "Daylight Dancer" by Lacuna Coil starts to play. One light flashes at the entrance ramp as smoke builds up there. As the vocals start, the silhouette of the Sadistic Jester appears in the smoke. As the music picks up, strobes around the arena flash and Schizm emerges from the smoke, laughing hysterically. He looks around the arena, not responding to the jeers of the crowd and walks down the ramp slowly. Schizm slides into the ring and lets out a burst of maniacal laughter. He then looks at his partner before waiting for the other.)

HS: “Here is one of our many rookies in the AWA, Schizm. He recently defeated Marc Slayer and Brian Stevens in a triple threat match on last week’s explosion.”

FJ: “Schizm is just…great!”

HS: “Don’t get too caught up in joy yet Frank, we still have the match to come!

(Images of Cynder's face in different emotional states and highlights from his career pulse on the AWAtron in time to Pantera's "Cowboys from Hell." Dim red light pulsing to the music hits fog, turning the stage red. The song quickens and Cynder bursts out from behind the curtain into the quickly dissipating fog. Radiating violent enthusiasm, he whips his long hair back from his face and flexes his shoulders. He screams to his fans and struts dangerously to the ring and mounts the turnbuckles to raise his fist in salute to the people that have come to support them. Then he removes his trademark red sunglasses and rust colored leather vest and sits on the top rope, waiting for the match to begin. Andreas, Schizm and him wait with anticipation for their opponents.)

HS: “It looks like this team is ready tonight! They are just waiting for the other team now.

FJ: “Schizm is clearly going to wipe out the whole other team single-handedly.”

(A electric scratch is heard across the public announce system as the arena immediately dims when 'Down' by Motograter is heard blasting across the arena as the fans pop to their feet when white strobe lights shines down upon them as the stage flickers with them to. The Titan Tron of Marc Slayer is shown where a fog effect slowly fills the stage ramp when the black curtains are seen being pushed to the side as Slayer steps out from the backstage area beginning to make his way out on the stage, completely drenched in water with his head hung low. Suddenly Marc pops out and lands in a split legged position when lowering himself and popping himself back when letting out a loud war cry when his muscular figure appealing quite well. Slayer then pops up to his feet when looking from side to side, beginning to travel across the ramp when hyping up the fans as they raise their signs high into the air as Slayer pumps himself up by hyping the fans with a trash talk. Slayer then begins to make his way down the ramp when popping himself on his tips of toes rolling his shoulders making a quick flex here and there. Before reaching the bottom of the ramp he stops popping side to side on his toes when taking a normal walk with his pecks bouncing side to side when taking a glimpse into the ring. Slayer approaches the steal ring steps when stepping up them in a quick manner. Slayer walks across the apron when stepping into the ring, walking across the ring when grabbing a hold of the top rope pulling himself up when planting his two feet on the ropes as he leans down and pops himself back when raising his index fingers in the air letting out another war cry. Cameras flash repeatedly as the strobe lights flicker faster then before. Slayer then poses with a few flexes before stepping down from the ropes as he paces the ring awaiting as his theme fades from the announce system. He stares down his 3 opponents as he waits for his partners.)

HS: “This man lost to Schizm in that triple threat match last week on Xplosion. He might be looking to have some revenge here!”

FJ: “He can try all he wants, but Schizm is just too good for him.”

(Smoke appears at the at the ring entrance as a hand in a red open finger glove starts to follow the countdown from the song “Vertigo” by U2 with lead singer, Bono’s opening countdown at the beginning of the song.)

Bono: “UNO!”

(One finger in the air from his out stretched arm in the air from the smoke.)

Bono: “DOS!”

(Then two fingers in the air from his out stretched arm in the air.)

Bono: “TRES!”

(Now three fingers in the air from his out stretched arm in the air.)

Bono: “CATORCE!”

(Finally, the smoke falls away revealing the massive form of the Anthem. The crowd goes even more ballistic as Anthem makes his way down to the ring high fiving his fans on his way to the ring. After he enters the ring, he starts running to one of the corners of the ring climbing upon each corner pounds his chest and arms outstretched to his sides as he cheers along with the crowd causing even more cheerful frenzy. His demeanor changes when he finally looks at his opponent from the happy cheerful wrestler to a man who is here for all business. He cocks his head pointing to his opponent with a fist with his pointer and index fingers with his thumb underneath at his opponent. This is his patented 3-Finger Point when he does this his friendly facade is replaced with a new cold all business side appears as he stares coldly at his opponents. Anthem then nods to Marc to say he is ready.)

HS: “Anthem is one of our latest rookies and this is his debut. We will have to see how he does against them others.”

FJ: “I’ll answer that mystery right now. He is going to get whooped by Schizm!”

(The arena lights begin to flicker and dim as if the power is slowly going out of the building. Smoke creeps out from the entrance area, snaking its way down the rampway. The opening bits of Metallica's “Unforgiven” begin to play, followed by a sharp woman's scream that echoes through the arena. Pyros blast once at the top of the ramp, illuminating the arena for a brief moment as Tragedy enters from the back. “Unforgiven” plays on in the back as the lights start to gain back their power. Tragedy makes his way to the ring, his feet shrouded by the smoke.)

FJ: “What is this guy hiding in the smoke? He is going to cheat to win, I know it Herb!”

HS: “Calm down Frank, its only smoke…”

(Tragedy steps into the ring and looks to his partners, then to his opponents. The two teams talk with each other and go to their corners. Schizm stays in for one team and Marc stays in for the other. The bell rings and the two rush each other quickly, locking up in the middle of the ring. Schizm gets the advantage with a kick to the gut of the heavier man before arm dragging Marc to the ground. Marc quickly gets up and runs at Schizm only to get another arm drag that causes him to roll under the bottom rope and onto the floor of Schizm’s team’s side.)

HS: “Some good movement here by Schizm early on. He is now going outside of the ring to get Slayer.”

FJ: “I told you he would dominate!”

(Schizm slides out onto the floor, but Marc is already up and waiting for him. Marc kicks Schizm in the gut before rolling him back into the ring. He then climbs back in over the top rope and picks Schizm up to his feet. Marc kicks Schizm in the gut before hoisting him up into a powerbomb position. But, just as he is about to bring him down Schizm shifts his body to the ropes, spring boarding off of them and hitting a tornado DDT on Marc.)

HS: “What a counter by Schizm! He has now tagged in Cynder who is not wasting any time.”

FJ: “Schizm is-“

HS: “Great, we know Frank!”

(Cynder picks up Marc and whips him into the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. Marc rebounds into a devastating spinebuster by Cynder who smirks and drags him over to his corner. He tags in Andreas who picks up Marc and whips him into the opposite ropes as Cynder did before, how ever, Marc grabs onto the ropes and quickly tags in Anthem who jumps over the top rope and runs towards Andreas, delivering a clothesline to him. He then picks Andreas up, but Andreas pushes his hands up and kicks Anthem in the gut. Andreas then turns around and snapmares Anthem, but does not let go and applies a headlock.)

HS: “Some quick thinking here by The Gambit! He is applying a simple, but effective headlock to wear Anthem down.”

FJ: “This Anthem guy is pathetic, I don’t even know why he is in the AWA in the first place!”

(Anthem is now starting to get to his feet as Andreas is still applying the headlock. Before Anthem can get out of the hold though, Andreas quickly sidesteps and hits a DDT on the rookie. Andreas then drags Anthem back to his corner, tagging in Schizm. Andreas holds Anthem for Schizm as Schizm kicks Anthem in face.)

HS: “What a cheap shot! He just kicked a downed man in the face! Where is his sportsmanship!?”

FJ: “Who needs that when you can win without it?”

(Anthem clutches his face in pain as Schizm laughs at him, then does a back flip for no reason. Anthem gets up and has a look of anger on his face as he rushes at his opponent. Schizm, how ever, performs an arm drag on Anthem that sends him back down to the canvas. Schizm continues to laugh and walks towards Anthem, but is caught off guard as the downed man suddenly springs up and hits a clothesline out of desperation. Schizm is knocked to the ground hard and Anthem lies beside him, slowly getting up.)

HS: “That clothesline was out of desperation for Anthem. He needs to tag in a fresh man now!”

FJ: “How cheap, making Schizm think he was hurt!”

(Schizm looks over to Anthem, who is crawling to his corner to tag out. Schizm gets up and runs over, but is too late as tragedy is tagged by a sprawling Anthem. Schizm stops in his tracks and Tragedy steps through the ropes, staring at his opponent. Schizm shoots forward and goes for a running drop kick, but Tragedy catches his right leg in mid-air and hits an Ensiguri on Schizm. Schizm drops to the mat, but Tragedy picks him up right away and puts Schizm’s head under his arm. He then hits a reverse DDT on Schizm before picking him up again and whipping him into the ropes. Tragedy catches Schizm on the rebound and slams him to the canvas with a spinebuster.)

HS: “What a devastating combo there by Tragedy, who has shifted the momentum in this match!”

FJ: “Schizm will get his team out of this mess, don’t worry.”

(Tragedy picks Schizm up again, but this time goes to his back and locks his arms around his waist. Tragedy then lifts Schizm up and performs a German suplex on him that sends him hard to the mat on his head. Tragedy pins Schizm but both Cynder and Andreas run out to break up the count. Tragedy sees this and quickly gets up, hitting both of them with a double clothesline. He then picks up Cynder and spinebusters him to the canvas. Cynder rolls out onto the floor and Tragedy turns around to find Andreas charging at him. Tragedy catches him and delivers another spinebuster that causes Andreas to roll to the floor as well. Tragedy then stalks Schizm from behind as he gets up before grabbing him and performing a Russian leg sweep that leaves Schizm limp in the middle of the ring. Tragedy quickly runs over to the turnbuckle and climbs to the top rope, standing in a T shape, facing the audience.)

HS: “Tragedy is going for the Fall from Grace here!”

FJ: “Get up Schizm! Get up!”

(After a few seconds of standing in the T shape Tragedy leaps backwards off the turnbuckle and performs a huge moonsault onto the lying Schizm. He then pins him and the ref counts to 3, then motions for the bell. The bell rings and “Unforgiven” by Metallica begins to play. Anthem and Marc both come into the ring and raise there hands with Tragedy in victory. Tragedy and Anthem leave the ring, but Marc stays and laughs at Schizm. Suddenly both Andreas and Cynder come from either side of him and grab him. They hold him as Schizm gets up and slaps Marc in the face.)

HS: “What are they doing! They can’t accept the fact that they lost and are now attacking Marc Slayer!”

FJ: “He deserved it for laughing at Schizm!”

HS: “Schizm always laughs at everyone!”

FJ: “So! When he does it, it’s cool!”

(Andreas, Cynder and Schizm are all punching Marc who is now on the ground trying to cover up. Schizm then kicks him in the face and picks him up, poking him in the eyes. Marc turns around and is hit by a devastating super kick from Andreas that causes his head to snap back violently before he falls to the mat.)

HS: “The Peace Maker by Andreas Lasiewicz! That’s enough god damnit! Leave him alone already!”

(Cynder picks up the unconscious Marc Slayer and hoists him up into a torture rack position, then hits The InCynderator on Marc that leaves him motionless on the canvas below. Schizm then walks over and laughs at Marc, slapping him in the head a few times. Marc does not respond as he is unconscious and Schizm locks him in the Joker’s Folly. Marc comes into consciousness suddenly and is screaming as the bell is ringing to say the match is over.)

HS: “What a horrible display of respect they are showing! Can’t they just accept a loss without taking it out on another wrestler!? The man was unconscious!”

FJ: “He shouldn’t have laughed at Schizm!”

HS: “How could you support this behavior!?”

FJ: “Easily, I don’t like Marc Slayer, but I like Schizm.”

(The three finally leave the ring, leaving Marc clutching his ankle in pain in the middle of it. Officials finally come in to check on Marc’s condition as he is in obvious pain.)

FJ: What an exciting match! That was quite the match up.

(The Hangman slides from underneath the ring, chain in one hand, and Longhorn cane in the other. After catching Andreas' tag team off guard and Cynder and Schizm by breaking the cane over both of there skulls as they fall and roll to the outside. The Hangman then turns his full fury towards Andreas. Using the chain, The Hangman whips Andreas mercilessly, leaving several welts on his body. When Cynder and Schizm try to make the save, The Hangman wraps the chain around Andreas' neck and threatens to pull the chains even tighter. With the other two at bay, The Hangman leans over into Andreas'ear and derisively replies, "The only ones more helpless than you are at this point Andreas are those looking at you right now." The lights then go off and when they come back on again, The Hangman is nowhere to be found.

(We fade to commercial and come back to the backstage area.

HS: That it was Frank. But what an intense situation after the match with Andreas and The Hangman.

FJ: I dunno whats going on with The Hangman.

HS: I’m sure no one does.

FJ: Hey, what's Tragedy doing?

(the cameraman is walking backwards to film the front of him. Tragedy suddenly stops, as does the camera. His face turns to disgust as he looks in front of him. The camera turns around to see the Hell Hound, Cerberus standing strait up with his arms crossed and a big smile on his face.)

Tragedy: What are you doing here Cerberus, you don't have a match tonight.

(Cerberus begins to walk forward towards Tragedy.)

Cerberus: Well Trag, my main man, I came here with... an apology of sorts.

(Tragedy slightly turns his head, confused and wanting to know more.)

Tragedy: Go on.

Cerberus: Tragedy, I know over the whole time you've been here, I've been rude to you more than a lot of others. I talk about how horrible of a wrestler you are, how much you need to kill yourself, and how badly you're going to lose to me at Springs and Breaks. And right now, live on Shock, the Hell Hound wants to bury the hatchet.

FJ: Don't listen to him Tragedy! That damned Hell Hound is a sneaky, evil,plotting bastard!

HS: Now let's just hear what he has to say Frank.

Cerberus: So let's just both agree that we'll have a great match at Springs and Breaks, one for the ages possibly! Maybe we'll give each other an ole' ribbing once and a while, but... can't we all just get along?

FJ: He makes me sick.

HS: Just wait! I wanna hear what Tragedy says.

(Tragedy rubs his chin for a while, thinking.)

Cerberus: Whaddaya say?

(Cerberus steps back and extends his hand to Tragedy, full grin on his face. Tragedy still seems apprehensive and thinks a little while longer. Finally he shrugs his shoulders and shakes the Hell Hound's hands.)

HS: Ya see that Frank? The Hell Hound isn't all that bad. At least he's a good sport.

FJ: I don't know. What he did to Atlas on Xplosion was- JUST LIKE THIS!

(Cerberus's smile quickly fades while he's shaking Tragedy's hand. He uses that hand to pull Tragedy in for a hard kitchen sink! Tragedy doubles down on the ground from the unexpected attack, and Cerberus unleashes hard stomps onto Tragedy.)

FJ: I told you he was planning something! I knew it the whole time!

HS: You're right, he's an evil man with no conscience whatsoever! But he sure does know how to get into an opponent's head...

(Cerberus picks up Tragedy's limp body and tosses it with ease against the cement wall.)

HS: This is sick!

(Finally Cerberus picks up Tragedy one last time. Cerberus looks around and sees a pile of trash bags laying against the wall. He smiles as he picks up the lifeless Tragedy. He sets up him up- a release T-Bone suplex into the the trash! Cerberus then runs over to Tragedy and bends over to yell at him.)

Cerberus: Get your head on strait Tragedy! You worry too damn much about people that don't matter! Maybe now you'll get what the hell I'm al about! Maybe now you'll get your head out of your ass! Stupid punk...

(Cerberus walks away. Once he's off the view of the camera, the trash pilemoves.)

HS: Hey Frank, Tragedy's getting up!

(Tragedy slowly wobbles up to his feet and braces himself against the wall. The camera zooms on on his face. Tragedy has a smile on his face as he wipes some blood off of his bottom lip.)

FJ: I swear Herb, Tragedy loves pain. What is it with this kid?

HS: I don't know, that's certainly not the normal mentality. But this kid can take pain like no other.

FJ: And enjoy it too!

HS: Well the show must go on after two…three brutal attacks, our next match-up features a relative rookie to the AWA against perhaps one of the greatest wrestlers of our time.

FJ: Perhaps? Our time?

HS: What?

FJ: The Legendary Low is not the greatest wrestler of our time. And there is no perhaps about it. Low is the greatest of all-time. Period.

HS: Well, anyways, tonight Low will be taking on …

(Multi-colored pyros go off around the stage and ramp when "Legend Reborn" by Hammerfall hits.)

HS: … this man: Scott Lotus.

(The music plays for a while and soon Scott Lotus comes out and makes his way to the ring. He’s wearing blue wrestling trunks with white stripes, black boots, a large brace on left knee, knee pad on right knee, taped wrists and fully taped left hand. He slaps the hands of the fans as they begin to get rowdy and cheer for him. When Scott slides into the ring and climbs the nearest turnbuckle and taunts, while the crowd begins to chant "Future Legend". He climbs down from the turnbuckle and awaits the arrival of his opponent.)

HS: The fans have taken a liking to this newcomer.

FJ: Who cares? Low is going to tear into him.

(As the first beats of "Tilt" start playing, the arena goes completely dark, but with each beat the ENTIRE arena lights go on, then off.)

FJ: Here he comes! I don’t think Scott Lotus is even half-prepared for The Legendary Low.

(Low steps out from the back. He walks down the ramp, barely acknowledging the fans. Low walks up the ringsteps and then steps into the ring. Low and Scott Lotus stand together in the center of the ring and stare each down as “Tilt,” continues to play.)

HS: What an intense stare down these two are sharing right now.

(The camera zooms in on Low’s intense face.)

HS: Look at Low’s eyes. He looks determined.

FJ: Springs and Breaks is only a week away and he’s got his shot at Brian Williams and the AWA World Title in the Final Encounter match.

HS: Yeah, but I think the only thing on his mind right now is destroying the man standing in front of him right now.

FJ: The ref?

(The referee stands in between Lotus and Low and instructs them on the rules of the match. The two continue to stare each other down. Lotus reveals a small smile, which is just enough to launch a Low right hand. “Tilt,” stops playing and the referee calls for the bell.)

HS: And we’re under way . . .

(Low’s right-handed punch lands squarely on Lotus’ jaw, sending him reeling backwards and towards the ropes. Low continues after Lotus and connects with a few more right-handed punches while Lotus is backing into the ropes. Low Irish whips Lotus across the ring and as Lotus comes back Low pulls down the top two ropes sending Lotus crashing to the outside of the ring.)

FJ: Whablammmm!!

(The camera cuts to the announcer’s table and shows Herb Summers’ strange look towards Frank Jackson after his catch phrase.)

HS: Don’t you think it is a little early in the match to be dropping Whablam!

FJ: No not at all.

(The camera returns to the action as Low has jumped off the ring apron onto the arena floor to stalk Scott Lotus.)

HS: This match has been all Low so far.

FJ: Are you surprised?

(Low picks Lotus up off the arena floor and throws him back into the ring. Low slides in under the ropes. Lotus pulls himself up using the ropes, but as he does this Low begins to kick at his side. Lotus continues to try and climb the ropes to no success as Low stomps away at him. Low grabs onto the top rope with both hands as he viscously continues to stomp away at the downed Scott Lotus. Lotus rolls out of the ring and plops down onto the arena floor landing awkwardly on his left ankle.)

FJ: I think he is getting used to the feeling of being on the arena floor, you think?

HS: I don’t know. But, Low looks like he is ready for Springs and Breaks. And we’ll see Brian Williams later on tonight in our main event as he takes on Poppa in a No-DQ match.

(Scott Lotus clutches his stomach and left ankle as he lies on the arena floor. The referee stands against the ropes and begins to count him out. 1!! 2!! 3!! 4!! 5!! 6!! Low rolls out the ring and to the arena floor to stop the referee’s count. He picks Lotus up and throws him down to the floor once again with a body slam close to the announcer’s table. Low then crouches onto the ground and begins to wrap video cable around the throat of Scott Lotus. He starts to choke him with the cable.)

HS: He can’t do that!! This is herendous! Disqualify him!

(The referee jumps out of the ring and tries to pull Low of the downed Lotus to no success. Low eventually releases the chokehold and the referee chastises him as the two step back into the ring. Lotus uses the announcer’s table to get back to his feet. He quickly springs back into the ring under the ring ropes and gets into Low’s face.)

HS: Scott Lotus is fired up. Look at him go.

(Lotus begins to unload on Low with furious lefts and rights backing Low into a ring corner. He then Irish whips Low across the ring and into the opposite ring corner. Lotus then sprints over and clotheslines Low as he lays against the ring corner. Lotus climbs the turnbuckle and begins to punch at the face of Low. The crowd counts with the punches. 1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6! 7! 8! 9! But right before the tenth punch Low wraps his arms around the waist of Lotus and delivers a hard spinebuster on Lotus in the center of the ring.)

FJ: Ouch!! That ended that.

(Low flips Lotus over and wraps him into a single leg Boston Crab. Low grabs his left leg since Lotus landed on it awkwardly earlier.)

HS: Look at Low. Such a ring technician. He has Lotus trapped in the center of the ring with a Boston Crab on him. This could be it.

(Lotus tries to fight the pain of the hold, but it is nearly impossible for him to get out of the hold. He can’t make any ground towards the ring ropes. Low tightens the hold, but Lotus will not give up. Frustrated, Low releases the hold and begins to stomp away at the ankle of Lotus.)

FJ: Low is so smart inside of that ring. He is taking care of business in there.

(Low proceeds to pick Lotus up off the mat and set him up for a piledriver. However, Lotus uses his momentum to throw Low over his back in a quick reversal.)

HS: Amazing reversal!

(Lotus falls to the mat after tossing Low onto the mat, but the two of them get up around the same time. They meet in the center of the ring and Low lands a knife edge chop on the chest of Lotus. Low attempts another, but Lotus blocks it and hits Low with a right hand punch. He lands another, and then another. The fans begin to cheer as Lotus is gaining momentum.)

HS: Lotus is in control of the match right now and the fans are loving it.

(Lotus grabs Low by the head and throws him into the mat with a hard DDT. Lotus rolls Low over and pins him. 1! 2! Low kicks out right after two. Lotus picks Low up by his hair and then places him up in the air in a Dominator position.)

HS: Looks like he’s going for the Sydewinder!!

(Low slides down the back of Lotus and then spins him around. He kicks him hard in the gut and then delivers the Low Stunner.)

FJ: There it is! There it is!

(Low covers and the referee counts 1! 2! 3!!!)

FJ: That’s the end. Low did it! I told you he would do it!

(“Tilt,” begins to play as Low’s hand is raised into the air by the referee.) (A commercial for Springs and Breaks runs and then a Dell commercial.)

(The Atlas theme hits the arena speakers, making the crowd erupt in cheers. Blue and yellow spotlights sweep the crowd. After about 15 seconds, bluepyros go off at both sides of the stage, and The Immortals come out from the back. They are both dressed in gray business suits, and a multitude of stitches cover Atlas’ forehead. With them is a third man. He is shorter than Atlas, skinny, has a thin black moustache and lank hair. He is wearing the white coat doctors usually wear, and even has a stethoscope around his neck. They walk down the ramp, stopping to sign a couple of hats, shirts and posters. When they reach the ring, Apollo climbs the steps and lets Atlas and the doctor through the ropes before stepping over the top one. Atlas is handed a microphone by a ringside official.)

Atlas: “How are you tonight, Richmond!?”

(The crowd explodes in cheers.)

Atlas: “Good to see our Army of Immortals is here with us tonight! As most of you have guessed, we are here to talk about our title defense at Springs & Breaks. There has been a lot of different opinions on whether we will be able to make it there or not, and what my medical status really is. It has actually come to the point where the AWA officials have demanded a document signed by myself as well as an authorized physician saying that I am fit to wrestle. If there is no such certificate, Apollo and I have to forfeit the match, and hand our Tag Team Titles over to Bad Blood!”

(The crowd responds with confusion to that. The occasional “boo!” is heard. The fans want to see that title match at Springs & Breaks.)

Atlas: “And you all saw Dark Warrior on national TV, saying that he wants me in the ring at 100%, or not at all. Then he went on trying to make a point of Bad Blood being undefeated and all. But that’s not what we’re here to talk about.”

(Apollo takes the mike from his partner, who looks at the big man with just a hint of a frown.)

Apollo: “But still I have to ask. What have Bad Blood accomplished that The Immortals have not? Are we not the reigning Tag Team Champions? Are we not undefeated too in tag team competition? You know, and I know, that the answer to both questions is yes. So what’s your point, Jeff Christianson?”

(The question is left unanswered, as Atlas gets the microphone back.)

Atlas: “Enough said about that. Now to why we’re really here.”

(Atlas pulls a rolled-up pice of paper from inside his jacket.)

Atlas: “Here I have the piece of paper that will decide whether or not I can participate in the Tag Team Championship match next weekend. As you can see –“

(He unfolds the document, and holds it in the camera’s view. Only one of the two dotted lines has a signature on it. The other one is blank. When this is shown on the AWAtron, a collective gasp is heard from the crowd.)

Atlas: “As you can see, I feel that I am fit to wrestle. Now, the skilled doctor who treated me in Philadelphia, Dr Pendersteen, he ehmm… couldn’t join us here tonight. So instead, here with us in the ring is the esteemed Dr Nicholas Riviera. Now Dr Riviera has examined me, and is prepared to make a decision on whether to sign the certificate or not.”

(Atlas gives the mike to Dr Riviera, who looks rather nervous for some reason. His hands are trembling, and he has broke a sweat, constantly wiping his face with the back of his hand.) Dr Riviera: “I have eh... examined Mr.. eh – Atlas. And I have found that eh–“

(Apollo leans down and whispers something in the doc’s ear. A smile, showing a very imperfect set of teeth, spreads in the docs face.)

Dr Riviera: “I’ve found that it’s okay. He’s fit. Give me that paper… and a pen.”

(The crowd once again bursts into cheers as Dr Riviera quickly signs the certificate.)

HS: “It’s official! Atlas is cleared to wrestle at Springs & Breaks. What a match it will be. Bad Blood vs The Immortals!”

FJ: “Hey! That was no doctor! And if it was, they paid him off to clear Atlas. This is such a fraud!”

HS: “Hey, drop the Mr Righteous act Frank! It really fits you like a size 7 shoe would fit Apollo. Not at all!”

FJ: Quiet Dark Warrior is back here, we should watch. He’s a former Champion.

(The 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. )

HS: " And here comes that monster Maxx Skabb."

FJ: " He's the man Herb!

(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 the entranceway, like a caged animal. )

( As 'Duality' by Slipknot begins to die down, the lights heading from backstage toward the ring turn red. We then see on the video screen, the words grand slam appears. and it goes away to the words 'I'm Back' appear. Then the video screen shows various clips from Jeff Christianson's matches and interviews that he's been involved in. The crowd begins to go nuts.)

HS: " The Dark Warrior is on his way!"

FJ: " (sarcastic)... Joy...."

(I'm Supposed to Die Tonight by 50 Cent blares over the PA and Jeff Christianson walks out slowly. )

FJ: " I wish he would die tonight! And to be honest, I think Maxx Skabb is the man to do the job!"

(He has his usual arrogant smile, as the crowd begins to cheer him on his way to the ring. He looks directly at the ring, as he walks down the aisle. He slaps a few hands, but his eyes never leave the ring, showing his focus on the match. Jeff jumps up on the apron, and turns around and waves to the crowd before stepping through the middle rope.)

(Jeff gets things under way fast as his music fades out by hitting a few hard shots to the jaw of Maxx Skabb who hits the ground hard. Christianson goes to work and starts delivering stomps to the midsection of Maxx. Christianson however lets up and poses for the fans....)

HS: " Hate to say it but this might be a mistake by the 4th Grand Slam Champion here."

(... and this gives Skabb time to get up without Christianson noticing. As Christianson turns he is met with a running shoulder tackle, both men get up quickly and Skabb hits a quick bodyslam. DW again gets up but is met with another, and then another as Christianson continues charging at him. )

HS: " Very quick moves by Skabb here. "

( Skabb continues the onslaught with a running clothesline, and then another. Before he can hit a third DW ducks under and runs back off the ropes, but is met with a thunderous spinebuster... a quick pin fall attempt. 1… 2…. no! Christianson kicks out and then both men square off again)

HS: “Dark Warrior is at a weight disadvantage is this match Frank, giving up about 42 lbs.”

FJ: “ But Maxx Skabb is moving alot faster in the early goings. He has to be careful cause he won’t be moving too fast if Dark Warrior locks in that Ankle Lock.”

HS: “Wow... Your actually doing proper commentary for once!”

FJ: “Well someone has to carry this show, I guess.”

(This time when they met they lock up collar and elbow, Christianson gets the advantage after a quick knee to the gut. He pushes Skabb to the corner and continues to lay the knees in. He then kicks him and pulls him out of the corner delivering a swinging neckbreaker. Skabb is hurt by the move and Christianson seems to have slowed the tempo of the match. He picks Skabb up and signals to the crowd. )

HS: " I think I know what's coming."

FJ: " Sadly, so do I!"

(DW delivers a snap suplex, but doesn't let go let go of Maxx. He attempts another and nails it. After a brief pause for breathe he gets up again and goes for a third and just gets it. He finally lets go.)

FJ: “Skabb's in trouble now. Come on Maxx!”

(Christianson picks up Skabb again and then floats behind him and delivers a reverse DDT. Skabb is in serious trouble and Christianson senses that he might be able to wrap things up quickly. He helps Skabb to his feet before sending him to the ropes and as he is coming back he flings him over his head with a huge belly to belly suplex that sends Skabb flying across the ring.)

HS: " These big moves are keeping Skabb down, but I think they are also beginning to wear down DW as well. Maxx is a much bigger guy. "

FJ: " I wouldn't be surprised if Jeff tires himself out with these moves. At least I hope he does! Skabb will get back into this. You'll see! "

( Skabb grabs his back in pain and Christianson continues by dropping an elbow on him. He lifts Skabb up... )

HS: " He's not taking our advice Frank..."

( ...then plants him with a Brainbuster. )

HS: " WAHABAMLAM!"

FJ: " What the hell was that?"

HS: " Well you always..."

FJ: " Who the hell talks like that?"

HS: " Y--"

FJ: " That's like baby talk. Who talks like that? You call yourself a professional commentator? Your a disgrace."

( DW goes for the pin 1…2…no!)

FJ: “Almost.”

HS: “Skabb will not give up, whether the fans like it or not.”

FJ: " Why did yo say that 'whahambamspamdamn' thing anyway?"

HS: " You always say it!"

FJ: " Me? I don't! I'm a pro. "

(Christianson lifts Skabb up again and then attempts to deliver a superkick but Skabb ducks it and clotheslines Christianson to the floor as soon as he turns.)

HS: " WHOA! Maxx Skabb is suddenly back in this match."

FJ: " What did I tell ya!"

( Maxx Skabb starts to deliver elbow drops to the downed DW, in order to give him some time to recuperate. But Christianson is up again first and nails Maxx Skabb, who is just getting up with a dropkick, that sends Skabb outside the ring. Christianson goes out after him and starts to rain down punches on him.)

HS: “ Christianson is relentless tonight”

FJ: “This is what you have to do to keep Skabb down. Just don't stop the attack.”

(Christianson hoists Skabb up and attempts a DVD but Skabb reverses and delivers a quick DDT. )

HS: " Big time reversal fro Maxx Skabb. NHL better be taking notes right about now."

(Skabb crawls back into the ring, and waits Christianson to get back up. Skabb runs and hits a baseball slide on Christianson, knocking him down. Maxx climbs through the ropes, then hitting a flying clothesline off the ring apron. Both men hit the concrete hard, with Skabb clutching his right arm. The ref starts the count. 1…2…3…4…5 Skabb starts to stir, and then eventually makes it in the ring breaking the count.)

HS: “That move that paid off for Skabb there, but I don't know about in the long run. He seems to have hurt his arm there. Nothing major, but he might struggle to perform the Death Penalty if he ever gets that chance.”

(Skabb has now gone outside again and brought Christianson back into the ring. He irish whips DW to the ropes and catches him with a hanging side walk slam with his better arm. He goes for the pin. 1…2…no! Christianson kicks out. Skabb then picks up Christianson and delivers a face slam that sends Christianson back down. He then looks to set him up for a camel clutch, but instead, locks in a full nelson.)

FJ: “HAHA…. He’s got him now!”

HS: “He's in a world of trouble, we may be seeing the end right now.”

( However, after about 20 seconds in the hold, DW tries to crawl to the ropes. )

FJ: "Tap, Jeff. TAP!"

HS: "Both of these men are giving it their all tonight. "

FJ: "But he won't, because he's about to tap out!"

(Maxx Skabb locks the move in tighter as DW struggles to crawl across the floor. The fans cheer him on loudly as he slowly inches his way to the ropes. Maxx Skabb clenches his whole body as he locks the submission in tighter and tighter. Christianson grimaces in intense pain, but he still crawls on his knees across the floor.)

HS: "You can tell a lot from his eyes. Just look at the desire in his eyes... he won't give up... he can't give up!"

FJ: "Oh, yes he will! This is gonna be just like at Hell on Earth and show why he is only 5th rate!"

HS: "Come on, Jeff, you can make it... only a few more inches... his arm is outstretched... he's so close..."

FJ: "He's gonna tap! He's gonna tap! He's gonna tap! Come on Jeff. This is your life we are talking about, not a simple match. Just tap out!"

HS: "If Jeff took each match like that he would never have won the World Title. Come on Jeff! He's sooo close!"

FJ: "HE'S TAPPING! HE'S TAPPING!"

HS: "NO! He was reaching for the ropes... HE MADE IT!"

(The fans go insane as the referee orders Maxx Skabb to release the hold, who can't believe it. Skabb is forced to stand up, but he does not let go of the hold, as the ref screams at him and the fans boo him like crazy. Instead, he flings Jeff into the corner and starts hitting him with knife-edged chops across the chest as the crowd gives the traditional 'Woooos'. But Skabb refuses to stop and continues as the chops echo throughout the entire arena. With each impact, the fans stop their 'Woooos' and begin to cringe as DW's chest begins to turn bright red. After the barrage of chops, Maxx Skabb, starting to feel the momentum, takes a few steps back, then, after mocking him once more, charges full steam for him.)

FJ: "WOO WOO!"

HS: "This could hurt bad."

(OUCH! Maxx Skabb is doubled over, clutching his chest from the huge boot Jeff just planted into it. Almost instinctively, DW leaps up onto the second rope in his turnbuckle and leaps off, grabbing Maxx Skabb around his neck and twisting in the air, pulling Maxx with him as he falls to the mat.)

HS: "WHAT A COUNTER! TORNADO DDT FROM CHRISTIANSON! SKABB IS DOWN!"

FJ: "Wha... he... he cheated somehow! Check the rule book! That's gotta be illegal."

(DW, his chest still a bright red, goes for a quick cover, hooking Maxx Skabb's leg. After a quick two-count, Skabb kicks out. DW follows up with a running high knee drop and then hooks Maxx Skabb' legs for the pin, causing the referee to make another count. 1... 2... but Maxx Skabb kicks out)

FJ: "Maxx Skabb is powering out. He's not the only wrestler with excellent agility tonight!"

(DW and Skabb stare one another down with the crowd going mad. Suddenly they again begin trading rights.The fans are in an uproar as both men go back and forth, blow by blow, the tiredness in both men is clearly seen. They cheer even louder when it seems like DW gains the upper hand and begins to chop Skabb back into the ropes. Jeff quickly rish whips him across the ring. As Skabb returns to him, DW drops down and grabs Skabb's ankle and rolls him over hooking up the Ankle Lock Submission.)

HS: " There it is! There it is! Dark Warrior's finisher!"

FJ: " Come on Skabb! You can get out of this!"

( Skabb immediately starts to scream in pain, and dive towards the far ropes but Christianson has it locked in far too well and Maxx cant budge him. Skabb lays on the mat trying to save some energy, but is still screaming in pain, but Skabb still refuses to give up.)

(Maxx Skabb has been in the move for about a minute or so and the ref is asking him if he wants to give up, Skabb keeps shaking his head no. He has his hand raised as if he is about to tap out but resists the urge and starts trying to crawl to the ropes. )

FJ: " He's fighting it!"

( Christianson keep pulling back harder and harder and as Skabb gets close to the ropes he drags him back to the center of the ring and he grapevines the move. Skabb has been in the move for well over a minute and half now and is screaming in pain. Once again Skabb looks as if he is going to tap, and the ref is asking him if wants to quit again, but Skabb keeps saying no. )

HS: “I don’t believe it, Skabb is not giving up here! Christianson is going to break Maxx Skabb's ankle if he keeps this hold locked in.”

FJ: “I don’t think Skabb can hang on much longer. He needs to get to the ropes fast.”

(Skabb begins screaming even louder and somehow gets to one leg as Christianson is hanging on his other one. )

HS: " I don't believe this!"

FJ: " This is amazing stuff from Maxx Skabb."

(Both men are standing now. Skabb is hopping around and Christianson still has the ankle lock on, trying to force Skabb to the mat, but to no avail. Skabb suddenly turns and locks in a mandible claw.)

FJ: " Maxx Skabb has locked in the Lethal Injection on Dark Warrior!

HS: "But Christianson still has the Ankle Lock locked in tight. Neither man can last much longer!"

( Both men still stand as both submission moves are locked in. They both they to get out of their respected finishers, while keeping their own moves locked in. )

HS: " Both men are fading, and fading fast."

FJ: " This isn't how it should end."

(The ref drops down to his knees to check on both men. He looks at them both for a short amount of time, before hopping up and ordering the bell to be rung, as silence befalls the crowd. )

FJ: " What happened? Who won? Who tapped out?"

HS: " Neither of them did! Neither man has the words I quit in their vocabulary. They both passed out from the pain. "

FJ: " You telling me that this was a draw? This sucks ass!"

HS: " No... that would be you!We‘ll be right back folks with the Main Event of the evening, don‘t go anywhere!"

(We fade to commercial but when we come back we are interrupted.The musical riffs to "Obsession" by Animotion blare over the PA as Lori emerges from the curtains. Wearing a loose fitting yellow T-Shirt with black jeans as well as with sunglasses, she makes her way down the ramp and into the ring. Calling for a mic, she taps it a few times before speaking...)

LORI: Look, I'm not one to mince words. I came out here tonight to answer the question that is often asked when someone does something slightly different from the norm. It's a question that can be insightful, informative, even entertaining. Yet, for me, the question becomes....

(Gets angry)

LORI: ...DAMN ANNOYING! Why Lori? Why would you bring him back? Don't you care about the AWA? He's a monster Lori. Why Lori? Why? Why Lori? Hunh, hunh, hunh?

(Shakes her head as boos begin to filter through the fans)

LORI: Isn't it obvious? I mean....are you people in the stands and in the back more dumb than Laura? Is it possible? I should be asking all of YOU right now why. Or I should riddle it just to see the futility in your faces as you try in vain to figure it out. However, I'm not like YOU. I don't WANT to be like YOU. You people make me sick!

(More boos)

LORI: Go ahead. Boo all you want. Yet, as you do so, I want you to think about a few things. My husband bled buckets for YOU! My husband kept coming back for more and all the while it was because of YOU. Oh, I begged him to please retire and be the husband and father that myself and Baby Al needed him to be. Yet, all the while I could see where his true passion existed. When I would lie in bed next to him, I could tell that look in his eyes wasn't for me. It was for YOU! Always talking about giving back to the fans, training the young talent in the AWA...even teaching my son about some of the legends of the AWA. It was never about us. I blame YOU for that!

(Waits for some of the boos to die down before continuing..)

LORI: Now my husband is in a coma and what have any of you 'great fans of the AWA' done for him? Oh, those letters are bound to get there, right? What about all you great and wonderful AWA superstars that Jack used to rant on and on about? Let's see...you're very busy right? I mean, who the hell cares if HE made time out to see YOU? Who cares if you were responsible for him being in a coma, isn't that right Blackjack? He's not so much as even an AFTERTHOUGHT and you expect me to think twice about what I've done? Well I don't! Quite frankly, you all can go straight to HELL! I hate you for having robbed my husband of bringing up the son he always wanted, for being married to the wife he longed to be with, and for not being able to take care of those that made up Happy's Row. Now, if you'll excuse me.....oh wait.

(Puts the shades up on her head. In true, Jack fashion, she waits for them to slide back down across her eyes. When they do, she replies...)

LORI: Great.....Googily......

(Throws the camera down and though the censors do their job, we see her extend her 'edited' middle finger out to the audience. The musical riffs from "Animotion" kick back up again as she walks back up the entrance ramp stopping only to jaw at a few fans before leaving.)

HS: Well that was a surprise, Lori seems very upset.

FJ: She’s a girl, when isn’t she mad, we have a match to get to.

HS: Well we do have a match to get to, but your remarks weren’t rellay necessary, the AWA’s best wishes are with Jack Happy. But here we are folks with a rematch, and Main Event.

FJ: Oh what a match it is going to be. No Disqualification.

HS: Yea I thought you would like that, and just a week away from Springs and Breaks where both men compete in title matches. Should be interesting to see there drive.

FJ: Should be no DQ!

HS: It is.

FJ: Exactly…

("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.)

HS: The Challenger looks ready.

FJ: He looks ticked off and rearing to go for this.

HS: Both men should be ready for what’s to come.

( The lights go out. As the ominous opening chords to “The Call of Ktulu” by Metallica begins to build, after a long pause, a single deep blue light falls on the ramp way. Smoke billows from the entrance creating an ominous haze, from within the haze we see the seven monster’s silhouette as he pauses, The dense mist follows Williams all the way to the ring until he steps over the top rope draping the World Championship down and then raising it high in the air as he stares at Poppa. Both men lock eyes and stare at each other as the referee rings the bell and they go toe to toe. Locking up and powering back and forth between each other.)

HS: Both these guys are beastly in that ring and have monstrous body structures.

FJ: And there going head to head in an unsafe environment.

HS: We’ll see whose got the edge in the dominance factor.

( Brian Williams backs Poppa up into the corner and then hit’s a huge forearm down on the chest of Poppa and a elbow to the face as he whips him across the ring and charges with a huge clothesline. Brian Williams grabs Poppa in a bear hug and pulls him out of the corner but Poppa hit’s a hard forearm across the back of Williams and then another as he gets out of it and hit’s a series of right hands to the face of Williams then hit’s the ropes and comes back with a huge shoulder block but Williams does it as well and both men bounce back off each other Poppa hit’s the ropes but Williams charges and sends him outside as he falls back into the barricade. Williams picks him up and goes to slam his face into the guardrail but Poppa blocks it with a low punch and slams Williams face down and then rams his lower back into the ring apron.)

HS: And its already begun to spill on to the outside.

FJ: Just the way it should in a No DQ situation.

(Poppa tries and whip Williams into the steps but Williams counters and hit’s a kitchen sink knee and then tosses him into the ring steps. The steps fall apart and Williams Grabs Poppa sending him back into the ring.)

HS: Whats this all about though?

FJ: Oh great this guy!

(Blackjack comes out from ringside area through the fans and comes to the announcers table sitting down and putting on a headset.)

FJ: Hey Jack..what are you doing out here?

HS: Hey its our US Champion nice to see you.

BJ: Well hey Herb…Frank, I’m just out here to see how Poppa fends off against our World Champion Brian Williams.

HS: Big match Sunday between you two.

FJ: Oh I wasn’t aware.

BJ: Well that’s true, and two other men, I’m just making sure Poppa doesn’t pull what he did last week again. Amanda and I were talking about this Sunday in the back, really hyping up S and B, the fans should love the whole card.

HS: Respect and excitement from the US Champion.

( Williams has been laying punches to the gut of Poppa but he comes back with a jumping knee to the face and then a lay out clothesline. He grabs Williams and then stomps him chest first back down as he picks him up again and shows raw power by delivering a huge belly to belly suplex. Then he slides out under the ring and grabs a chair as he shoots a smile at BJ, he slides back into the ring and goes to crush Brian Williams face with the chair but Williams kicks Poppa in the stomach and sits up. Poppa knees him in the face then smashes the chair across the back of Williams. He sets it up folded out and Picks up Williams, attempting to get him up on his shoulders but Williams counters out of it and grabs him by the neck from behind and choke slams him down to the mat. He looks around the arena and then down at Poppa as he grabs the chair, and bangs it on the ground.)

BJ: Never make a giant angry.

FJ: Or a crazed mad man.

HS: He’s our World Champion, and this is in the rules.

BJ: Only bad things can come from this, like headaches.

( Suddenly out of no where Low comes running down the ramp way as Williams as the chair high. He slides in under the ropes and grabs the chair from Williams, as Williams turns around and Low slaps him across the face. Blackjack gets up and goes to the apron but Poppa is up and knocks Blackjack down back to the outside, as Low delivers multiple punches to Williams face and then hit’s a kick right before the Low Stunner but Williams blocks the stunner and pushes Low through the ropes. He turns around and Poppa charges at him with a clothesline but Williams ducks and catches him into The Fates reprisal really locking it in as Poppa has no choice but to tap out. Just as he taps out Low runs back into the ring and clubs Williams across the face, They begin to exchange punches with each other, back and forth. Williams gets the edge, then Low gets the edge, then it gets even back and forth.)

HS: It’s a slug fest between Low and Williams now!

FJ: Bj and Poppa are getting at it now to.

(Poppa slides out of the ring shaking off his arm as he forearm BJ in the face and yells at him, then Blackjack yells back at him how he wont take what Poppa did last week again. As they begin to exchange punches on the outside and over the barricade through the crowd, through the people as officials run into the ring as Williams and Low start to bleed at the mouths and noses grabbing at each other throwing through the security.)

HS: All hell has broken loose on the first day of Spring.

FJ: It’s all around the arena.

HS: LOW WILLIAMS HELL IN THE CELL….THE BREAKS WILL HAPPEN THIS SUNDAY!

(As Security holds Low and Williams apart the arena fades into the AWA logo and then to black.)

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