(The camera fades in after the Shock introduction and it proceeds to show us some of the major outcomes of Springs and Breaks. It shows a video of Cerberus losing his Cruiserweight Championship to Tragedy. We see Nathan Hawthorne-Lee retaining his No Limit Championship in brutal fashion against Maxx Skabb, putting him on the shelf for an unknown period of time. We see a clip of John Williams winning the Lethal Ladder match to become the United States Champion for the second time. We then see Low winning the AWA World Heavyweight Championship for the record setting seventh time against Brian Williams after the cage from the Hell in a Cell match collapsed on Brian Williams. Then the pyro goes off on the stage the cameras whirl around the arena catching such signs as "Can Anyone Stop the SlapShot?", "The Legendary 7 Time Champion, LOW!!", "Tiffany, drop the Zero and Come Marry a HERO", and "Shut up, Herb!".)

HS: "Welcome everyone to this special edition of Sunday Super Shock! We are eminating from the Lawrence Joel Coliseum in Winston-Salem, North Carolina, just one week removed from Springs and Breaks!"

FJ: "HAHAHA!! That sign told you to shut up! HAHA!"

HS: "...I'm Herb Summers sitting along side my rude and obnoxious colleague, Frank Jackson. Tonight, we have a whole bunch of matches for you tonight with the absense of our normal Xplosion show from Friday nights. It's been rumored that we may be in Super Shock April, but we will have to wait for a confirmation from Lethal Louise on that one."

FJ: "Can it Herb. Just get on to the matches for the love of joy!"

HS: "...Well, our main event of the evening is the title defense of the No Limit Championship as NHL finally defends his title against Poppa, who earned that right at Vortex. We also have John Williams facing off against Saigogai in a non-title match. The Hangman faces off against Cynder in what could be a major brawl. We also have the Dark Warrior, Jeff Christianson, facing off against the Superstar, Colin Baird."

FJ: "And those are the only important matches of the evening! So, let's get started with the crap mat...Wait, I'm being told we have something going on in the back..."

(A black limo pulls into the loading dock. The back door opens and out steps Jennifer, Whisper's assistant, complete with cellular phone headset and leather pad folio. From behind Jennifer comes Whisper. Whisper is wearing his complete white leather suit with trenchcoat and silver rimmed dark glasses. He turns to the limo, talking into the car.)

WHISPER: "Wait here... we wouldn't want to spoil the surprise."

(Whisper closes the door, and apathetically ignores the camera, walking towards the dressing room.)

HS: "Whisper's here tonight!"

FJ: "Wow! I never thought Whisper would be back until I saw the match was supposed to happen earlier this week. Incredible! I wonder who he was talking to?"

HS: "Probably his 'protege'."

(Multi-colored pyros go off around the stage and ramp when "Legend Reborn" by Hammerfall hits. The music plays for a while and soon Scott Lotus comes out and makes his way to the ring. He slaps the hands of the fans as they begin to get rowdy and cheer for him.)

HS: "Well, as Scott Lotus makes his way down to the ring for our opening bout here on Super Shock, we have just received news that Thumbscrews will not be able to compete here tonight as he suffered an injury while training. That is unfortunate. AWA officials have decided that this match will be a Singles Match with Scott Lotus and Schizm."

(Scott Lotus 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. 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. “Daylight Dancer,” stops playing and the referee call for the opening bell to be rung.)

FJ: "What’s so funny?"

HS: "And we’re underway here on Super Shock."

(The match begins with Schizm running across the ring and delivering a clothesline to the unsuspecting Lotus. Lotus gets up quickly and the two tie-up. Schizm sends Lotus into the ropes with an Irish Whip and then hugs the ropes closest to him. Lotus comes running back towards Schizm, who simply pulls down on the top two ropes, which sends Lotus flying to the arena floor. Schizm begins to laugh manically. Lotus’ tumble to the arena floor gives Schizm an early advantage in the match. Lotus begins to stir and uses the barricade to help himself up. Schizm springboards onto the top rope and flips around so his back his towards the crowd and then he delivers a crushing Asai moonsault onto the standing Scott Lotus on the arena floor. The fans begin to chant “Holy Shit! Holy Shit!” as Super Shock as opened with a bang.)

HS: "The fans like what they are seeing. Schizm has the clear advantage right now."

(Schizm picks up Scott Lotus off the arena floor and then gives him a bulldog onto the ground. Schizm taunts Lotus and the ground when he starts to laugh again. Schizm picks Lotus up once again and attempts to Irish Whip him into the ring stairs, but Lotus reverses it and sends Schizm flying into the ring steps. Schizm nails his knees into the ring steps and flips over them landing hard on his back onto the arena floor. Lotus stalks Schizm and as Schizm gets up he begins to deliver European uppercuts to his chest. Schizm begins to falter backward as Lotus continues his assault. Lotus grabs Schizm and throws him back into the ring underneath the ropes. Lotus slides into the ring and the two men tie-up once again. The two battle for control and the much larger Lotus gains the advantage. He picks Schizm up and throws him down with a huge powerslam. He covers Schizm and gets a one count. Lotus picks Schizm up and begins to knife edge chop the chest of Schizm. Schizm ducks under one of the chops and then roundhouse kicks the legs of Lotus, sending Lotus flying to his butt. Schizm laughs as he grabs Lotus by the hair and picks him up and sends him back down onto the mat with an arm drag. Lotus gets up quickly and Schizm catches him with a series of throat thrusts. He then runs at him and nails a dropkick, which sends Lotus against the ring ropes. Lotus comes back at Schizm off the ring ropes and Schizm wraps him in a bulldog headlock. He then runs to the ropes and leaps over the top rope leaving Lotus’ neck hung on the top rope. Lotus grabs at his neck and falls to the mat in excruciating pain.)

(Schizm slides back into the ring and begins to stomp at the legs of Scott Lotus. Lotus gets up and tackles Schizm down to the mat. Frustrated he begins to punch wildly at Schizm. Schizm rolls out of Lotus’ grasp, but Lotus continues his attack he sends Schizm flying towards the ropes with an Irish Whip. Schizm comes running back and Lotus delivers a flipping neckbreaker. He once again covers Schizm, this time getting a two count. Lotus quickly climbs to the top rope and awaits Schizm to get up. Schizm notices that Lotus in on the top rope and slowly gets to his feet. Lotus leaps off the top rope towards Schizm attempting a missile dropkick, but Schizm takes a step backward and grabs the ankle of Lotus as he hits the mat. Schizm flips Lotus over and locks in The Joker’s Folly. Lotus struggles and then taps out. The referee calls for the bell and “Daylight Dancer” begins to play.)

HS: "What a way to open Super Shock!! Schizm cleanly defeats Scott Lotus to start the night and the fans loved this opening bout."

(…seemingly out of no where, ‘The Sensation’ Brian Stevens and Onslaughtstorm the ring. The duo immediately take advantage of the weakened Scott Lotus by Onslaught catching Lotus off guard with a Big Boot. Stevens jumps at the fallen Lotus like a shark sensing blood and begins driving his knees into the back of the skull of Scott Lotus, using an ultimate fight knee strike technique. Stevens yanks Lotus up by the hair and Irish Whips Lotus to Onslaught. Onslaught grabs Lotus by the throat and Chokeslams Lotus with authority to the mat. Stevens and Onslaught both proceed to the outside of the ring. Onslaught goes underneath the ring apron and pulls a table out from under the ring. Onslaught slides the table into the ring. While this is happening Stevens grabs a couple of steel chairs and tosses them into the ring. Onslaught, awaiting Stevens in the ring, is choking Lotus with his foot on his neck. Stevens tells Onslaught to lift and hold Lotus. Onslaught happily obliges and Stevens viciously cracks Lotus over the head with the steel chair. Onslaught smiles as he sees that Lotus has been busted open. Stevens hasn’t noticed yet as he is examining the chair, which bent around the skull of ‘The Future Legend’. Onslaught whips Lotus to the corner and ties him up in the tree of woe. Onslaught slides to the outside of the ring and starts choking Lotus, who is still hanging in the tree of woe. Stevens takes the other chair he tossed into the ring and, before handing it to Onslaught, drives the folded chair into the groin of Lotus. Stevens smiles and hands the chair to Onslaught. Onslaught holds the chair in front of prone face of Scott Lotus. Stevens runs back to the opposite corner of the ring, and from that corner, Stevens rushes at Lotus with everything he has, and dropkicks the chair into the bloody face of Scott Lotus. Onslaught slides under the bottom rope, with the chair still in his hand, and gives Stevens a high five with his free hand. Stevens goes to the table and begins setting it up in the corner of the ring. Onslaught, tired of waiting for Stevens, opts to lift the now dead weight of an unconscious Scott Lotus and drive him down to the mat again with a Jackknife Powerbomb. With the table set up, Stevens ascends and seats himself on the top rope. Onslaught drags Lotus to the corner by his hair and dead lifts the limp body of Lotus up to the shoulder of Stevens, in a impressive show of strength. In an amazing act of brutality, Stevens leaps from the top with Lotus on his shoulder and crashes Lotus through the table with a top rope Sweet Sensation. Both men get lost and tangled from the wreckage of the table being destroyed, but Onslaught helps pull Stevens from the debris. Onslaught rests Stevens on the ropes as Stevens tried to get his wits about him again while Onslaught gets a mic from a stagehand. Onslaught hands the microphone to Stevens…)

‘The Sensation’ Brian Stevens: "Tonight…you people all bared witness to the crowning of a new king! Tonight…the king is dead! ALL HAIL THE NEW KING OF THE ROOKIES! Since Vortex, Lotus…I’ve been waiting, planning…DREAMING of this moment. All the time that has passed was worth it. All the hours wasted planning this moment were worth it. I told EVERYONE that I would only need one shot to take you out, Scotty…and tonight was that one shot! Take notice, AWA…because MY TIME IS NOW! I will be denied no longer! I am the future of this company…and from here on out, I will prove just that. I am the true and rightful ‘King of the Rookies’ and no one in this company has the nuts to stop me from!"

(Commercial)

HS: "We are ready to see "The Untouchable" Trevor Williams go one on one with "The Talent" Dan Morris."

FJ: "Just some more rookies out here thinking they can wrestle."

(We're Not Gonna Take It by Twisted Sister hits the PA System as Dan Morris makes his way to the ring.He climbs into the ring and walks over to his corner to get ready for the match.)

(So far Away Starts Playing Threw The Arena a Picture of Of Trevors Face With His Scar Inverted so it looks Green Appears on The Titan Tron. The arena Goes pitch black and pause's that way for a sec. then a huge strobe light starts flashing as you see Trevor appears. He raise his hand feeding from the crowd's energy. As he starts to walk down to the ring he pause's in the middle of the ramp to look around as if he doesn't beleave he is here. Then he runs into the ring and goes to the far right turn buckle to raise his right hand.He climbs down and stares at Morris.)

HS: "Well both men are in the ring and theres the bell!"

(Morris stares down Trevor as Trevor is shouting at Morris to stand face to face to him.Morris walks over to him and starts shouting back at him. Trevor starts laughing at Morris.Morris knocks Williams flat on his ass with a punch to the face.)

FJ: "HAHA! The Untouchable Trevor Williams just got touched with a right hand."

(Trevor gets up fuming about what Morris did. Trevor charges at Morris but Morris leap frogs over him.Dan Morris quickly drops to his stomach as Trevor comes backs off the ropes. Trevor stops and drops a elbow across Morris' back.)

HS: "Morris tried to dodge Williams but instead he got a elbow drop for his trouble."

FJ: "Stupid rookie."

(Trevor picks up Morris and whips him into the turnbuckle. Trevor running right after Morris. Morris quickly runs up the turnbuckle instead of colliding with it. He then quickly jumps off turning in mid air and hitting a flying clothesline. Trevor and Morris go crashing to the mat.)

HS: "Both men are down and the ref needs to start the 10 count."

(The ref begins the count. 1...2...3...4..Now Morris has gotten to his feet and picks up Williams. He grabs Williams by the sides like a Sky High,but in mid air Williams counters with a headbutt. Morris drops Williams to his feet. Morris is staggering around holding his head.)

HS: "I think Morris could have a really bad headache now."

FJ: "I'll throw some headache pills into the ring for him."

(Williams grabs and sets him up for the Cold Steal,but Morris fights out of it and quickly turns Trevor around and hits him with The Talent Show.Morris goes for the cover and gets the 3.)

HS: "Dan Morris picks up the win over Trevor Williams."

FJ: "I think Trevor should not call himself The Untouchable anymore."

HS: "Why?"

FJ: "Well because its a stupid name to have in wrestling because once in awhile you will be touched."

(The camera cuts backstage where we see Anthem walking down a hallway, in his wrestling gear. He is flicking his wrists, stretching them out in anticipation for his match. Suddenly Anthem is throws to the ground by a massive forearm to the back of the head. Chris Kinkade comes into the scene, wearing a white hooded AWA sweatshirt and black windbreakers. Kinkade is wearing white sneakers, and he starts kicking the fallen Anthem viciously. He picks up Anthem and Anthem fights back with a few punches but Kinkade ducks a haymaker and tackles Anthem into the wall, then throwing him into a large speaker. Kinkade sneers at Anthem and grabs him by the head, delivering a few swift blows to the head. He hears footsteps and he dismounts him, walking away.)

KINKADE: “The paragon of physical perfection has arrived, and THIS is my first victim. AWA brace yourself because I think its time to have a little DOUBLE CHECK on the talent of this roster!”

HS: “Wha..What is that?!? That is just pure poor sportsmanship. Only someone as bitter and as arrogant as Kinkade would attack somebody like that.”

FJ: “Well I think he got his point across to Anthem! Don’t cross him!”

(Commercial)

(Once all four wrestlers are in the ring, Whisper calls for a microphone. He stands in the center of the ring across from Anthem. He gives a slight smirk.)

WHISPER: "Now, we've all been waiting this week to see exactly what EUD management has offered up to the AWA. Let me inform you and your partner that the weight is over. Ladies and gentleman..."

(Whisper gestures towards the entrance.)

WHISPER: "The latest name added to the EUD contract... the superstar that will rise to the top under my flag... the newest and greatest force in the AWA..."

(Whisper pauses dramatically as Anthem looks to the entrance, unimpressed, Whisper's smile fades.)

WHISPER: "Me."

(Whisper turns and lands a devestating right hand with the microphone, causes a 'pssshh' in the speakers. Whisper drops the microphone and continues pounding away. The referee calls for the bell to start the match.)

OOC CHRISTIAN: "Sorry guys, especially since all of you RPed for this match, but you will just get results this week. I know it sucks, but you know how things go every now and then. I was caught off-guard by Adam's message and Rob and I didn't meet until later in the evening. I asked a few people to write it, but it didn't work out and I wanted to get this one up tonight. So sorry again, I will do my best to make sure it doesn't happen again.

The match is fast paced with a lot of back and forth action. The Duo Rhythym works well together, while Whisper and Duke only tag a few times when they have to. At some point, Whisper gets the advantage and works over Anthem for a while. Both guys get a hot tag later on and Duke and Di'Las have battle it out. Whisper tags himself in and finally hits the Eavesdrop on Di'Las to win the match for his team."

(We go backstage where a camera has found The Hangman walking through the loading area towards the lockerroom. A familiar laugh from above causes him to stop and look up, just in time for a blur of red and black to land on his shoulders and hurricanrana him headfirst to the concrete. Schizm stands up, looks up at the stack of crates he lept from and then down at the dazed Hangman.)

SCHIZM: "You're very amusing, Hangy. Attacking me from behind, not once, but TWICE! I had to laugh like hell, Hangy, I really did. But really, you didn't think there wouldn't be any consequences, did you?"

(Schizm produces a marker from seemingly nowhere and starts to write on The Hangman's masked face.)

SCHIZM: "Now, most people would attack you from behind and beat the -if you'll excuse my pun- holy hell out of you for what you did to me. But that's not the way I work. But I think you'll find my retaliation quite suitable. Now, ta ta, ya big lug!"

(Schizm grabs The Hangman by either side of his head and plants a big, loud smooch on his lips through the mask. Then he jumps back, snaps a few pictures with a camera that he pulled from who knows where, and bounds away laughing maniacally. The camera watches him skipping down the hall and moves back to The Hangman, who is sitting up, groggily. On his mask, written in metallic silver, is the word "DUNCE." The Hangman gets up and walks away, cursing and holding his head, oblivious to the word on his head.)

(Commercial)

(The two men lock up and struggle for the advantage. Williams takes the advantage and whips Saidogai into the ropes catching him as he comes off with an inverted atomic drop. Saidogai hops up and down before being leveled with the lariat. He is propelled forward but doesn’t go down. Williams wheels Snakebite around and throws a big right hand. Saidogai blocks the blow and responds with a series of knife-edge chops. Saidogai goes to pull him in but Williams catches him with a knee to the midsection. Williams quickly attempts to execute a side Russian legsweep but Saidogai breaks free and the two men circle each other warily.)

(Williams wastes no time in charging forward delivering a dropkick to the knee of Saidogai taking him off his feet. Saidogai fends off gets back to his feet and connects with forearm shot to the jaw. Williams staggers backward before lashing out with a big time right hand. Saidogai is taken off his feet with the blow. Saidogai, however, is up quickly and Williams charges forward with the lariat. Saidogai ducks under the arm and delivers rverse DDT. )

(As The Icon gets up, Saidogai connects with a roundhouse kick leveling Williams. He quickly applies a camel clutch to Williams. He reaches out trying to grasp the ropes. The referee checks to see if he quits. Williams makes it to the ropes breaking the hold. Both men return to their feet and lock up. Williams manages to gain control and floats around to apply the cobra clutch, and then executes a cobra clutch suplex. He then pulls him up as he throws Saidogai to the ropes, but Saidogai comes back with a lariat, with Williams ducking, then as he turns around, Williams kicks him and goes for a neck breaker! Instead of going for the cover, he grabs him by the head, whips him to the ropes and connects with a spinebuster.)

(He covers, but only gets a one count as he pulls Saidogai up again, then throws him to the ropes, but Saidogai reverses, holds on and pulls Williams back to a knee to the ribs and then a DDT! He pulls Williams up again, and then brings him down for ANOTHER DDT! He still holds on, pulls Williams up again and brings him down for a third DDT, then covers, 1.................2.....but Williams kicks out!)

(Saidogai pulls Williams up, then throws him to the ropes, and as Williams comes back brings him down with a swift marital arts kick! Williams gets up again, only for a chop by Saidogai, and then another and a third, making Williams take a few steps back. Saidogai then grabs him, and looks to throw him to the ropes again, but Williams holds on, jumps on the ropes and jumps off catching Saidogai for a flying clothesline! )

(He covers, 1...............2......kick out! Williams stands up, as he then kicks Saidogai in the ribs and goes for a boot to the face, but Saidogai stands up, as Williams flips around as Saidogai then picks Williams up for a vertical suplex, as Williams then turns around in mid air and falls behind him, only for Saidogai to elbow Williams stiffly in the face then turns around and pick him up for a suplex, then finally brings him down! He then pulls Williams up again for another suplex and then brings her down for a second one. He then crawls over and rolls Williams over for a cover, 1.................................2..... Williams kicks out! )

(Saidogai looks surprised but he then goes to the top rope, then waits for him to get up before launching off for a shoudler tackle, only for Williams to suddenly grab him in mid air and swirl him around onto his head for a inverted piledriver! John Williams then falls on top of him, as the ref counts, 1....................2......kick out by Saidogai!)

(Williams begins to get up, as Saidogai does as well, slower than Williams. John goes behind and delivers a belly to back suplex. He doesn’t release his grasp and rolls through and goes to execute another and Saidogai delivers a mule kick. Williams releases his grasp and both men sink to the mat attempting to recover from the blows. DW staggers to his feet and pulls Williams up into a snap suplex. Williams crashes hard and is about to pull himself up but Saidogai makes his way back up and springs into the ropes delivering a running leg drop. Saidogai lays the boots to him and Williams struggles to get to his feet under the barrage. Saidogai whips Williams across the ring into the ropes, but The Icon reverses the irish whip. Williams catches Saidogai coming off with a powerslam.)

(The Icon then throws Saidogai to the turnbuckle, then runs full force, only for Saidogai to leap over to the ropes to the outside, as Williams puts on the breaks, grabs the turnbuckle, grabs Saidogai suddenly grabs him by the throat, picks him up, and plants him back into the ring with a choke slam!!!!!He goes for the cover.........1................2..................................3!)

HS: "And John Williams picks up the win here tonight."

FJ: "Bah! I want to see a REAL match!"

HS: "Frank, one day, you're going to aggrivate the wrong person, and when that happens, I'm just going to laugh it up."

FJ: "Shut up, Summers!"

(Commercial)

(The camera switches to Mark Keller who is standing backstage to the No Limit Champion, NHL, who has his title draped over his left shoulder as he's standing to the left of Mark.)

MK: "Hello everyone, I'm standing here next to Nathan Hawthorne-Lee, the second, and longest running No Limit Champion. Tonight, he will be putting that title on the line on the line against Poppa, who won his Number One Contendership for the No Limit Championship back at Vortex and he is excersicing his right to challenge the champion tonght. But, this match has more on the line than just the title. There is a singles winning streak on the line tonight. Nathan, how do you feel about heading into this very important match?"

NHL: "Mark, I feel very confident. All week I have guaranteed victory and Andreas Lasiewicz said it best when he said that whenever I claim victory, it's already been established. This whole week has been nothing but personal jabs at each other. I have stated several times that I don't give a damn about what Poppa's previous accomplishments have been, but I will state that I respect his dedication to this match. He is focused on winning my title, and he is focused on proving himself, but he won't do it off of my back."

MK: "What about those bats that the two of you have been using in your promos, will they be used in the No Limit Title match?"

NHL: "I don't know, but what I do know is that Poppa said that he's going to be debuting a new member of Notorious, and that new member will be the Louiseville Slugger. So, to counteract that proposal, I have a new member of my family, and his name is Al. That's the chemical abbreviation for Aluminum, and that means that the Aluminum bat will be used during my match. Poppa wants to try to destroy me during our match, then that's fine by me, but the key word there is try. Poppa is going to try to end my life, but I will be one step ahead of him, just like I always am."

MK: "What about Maxx Skabb's comments from the other day. He seems to be doing well considering what you did to him at the end of the match. Can you explain?"

NHL: "I simply got that lunatic off my back. He's been taking advantage my 'condition' and I don't like it. I needed to set an example so he won't follow those steps again. Maxx is like an infectious disease...he's very contagious and deadly, but once you speak its language, it will eventually go away. He says he'll end my life as I know it?? I don't care about his empty threats because they mean nothing to me. Maxx is a dead man once he returns, and there is nothing he can do about. Maxx, take notes, because when I'm finished with Poppa, I'm coming for you, whether you're recovered or not!"

MK: "Thank you for your time here, Nathan. Good luck in your title defense in the main event tonight."

NHL: "Thanks, but I think you should tell that to Poppa, because he'll be needing it."

(NHL smiles into the camera and the camera changes to Herb and Frank.)

(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 with the Cruiserweight Championship on his shoulder. A large pyro explosion shoots up on the stage and "Give It All" by Rise Against starts playing. Both Terry and XTJ run out, Terry to the right end of the stage and XTJ to the left. They run to the very edge of each side and raise their hands before jogging back to the center. The two the run down the ramp and slide under the bottom rope into the ring. They then spring up and go to top of the turnbuckles in front of them. Terry goes to the right and raises his hand while perched on the tope rope and XTJ does the same on the left as they wait for their opponents.)

(The lights dim in the arena as "The Color of Money" by Bury Your Dead hits over the P.A. system. The fans immediately react to the opening riff as the greet the superstar with a chorus of heckling and profanity. Brian Stevens emerges atop the entrance ramp after the intro of the song plays itself out. Stevens simply stands on top of the ramp, looking down on the people who are screaming obscenities towards him. Stevens raises his arms and, from the backstage entrance, his manager and long time girlfriend Jessica Kassle emerges and wraps her arms around the waist of her talent. They proceed to the ring, to the dismay of the fans. The lovers don’t acknowledge the hatred emitting from the audience. Stevens slides into the ring as Kassle takes the steps onto the ring apron. Stevens holds the ropes open for her, and she enters between the top and middle rope. Stevens hits all sides of the ring, standing on the middle rope and balancing himself on the top rope with his legs. Stevens raises his arms and jaws with the fans a bit. Jessica is at the opposite side of the ring while this is happening, glancing into the crowd and resting her arms on the top rope, occasionally yelling at fans of the AWA. A long static comes over the arena and suddenly it is interrupted by “Eifersucht” by Rammstein and a large C overlapping a K appears on the video wall. As the main riff starts up the crowd erupts into boos as Chris Kinkade makes his way through the curtain smirking at the crowd. He jaws with the crowd as he makes his way to the ring. Various clips of Kinkade are shown on the video wall as Kinkade slips under the bottom rope. He walks to his corner and begins to shadow box, waiting for his final partner. All the lights go out in the arena, and the classical-guitar sounds of "Vengeance" by Yngwie Malmsteen starts to play over the speakers. The crowd instantly beings it's chorus of boo's, as this signals the Hell Hound, Cerberus, is about to make his appearance. Once the intro begins to wind down...

BOOM!

Pyros go off from the top of the AWATron and the ramp making quite a show. The lights then come back on as Cerberus slowly struts out of the back. He's wearing the Cruiserweight title and a cocky smirk. His arms are outstreched and level with his shoulders, taking in the hatred from the crowd. He struts his way down to the ring and hops in.)

(Tragedy looks at both XTJ and Terry James and says that he's starting the match. The Canucks look back at him and nod their heads and step through the ropes in their corner. On the other side of the ring, Cerberus pushes back Stevens and Kinkade and says that he's going to start the match. Stevens has a few choice words with Cerberus, but then agrees to it and he and Kinkade step through the ropes on their side of the ring. Cerberus and Tragedy walk up to each other and lock up in a collar and elbow tie up with Tragedy getting the upper hand. Tragedy starts on Cerberus with an arm wrench followed up by a side Russian leg sweep which takes Cerberus down to the mat. Tragedy starts some ground moves on Cerberus. Tragedy lifts his legs into the air and lands them down onto the right arm of Cerberus, trying to weaken the arm. With Cerberus on the mat, Tragedy bounces off the ropes and drops his right knee across the right shoulder of the Hell Hound. Tragedy walks over to his corner and he tags in X-Treme Jeff. Tragedy stays in the ring and whips Cerberus into the ropes. XTJ hops on the top turnbuckle and as Cerberus bounces back, Tragedy lifts up Cerberus for a spinebuster, but XTJ jumps off and nails a clothesline that adds more power to the spinebuster. With Cerberus on the mat, Jeff goes for a pin. ONE...TWO.- But Kinkade is in to break up the fall and he kicks Jeff in the back. He lifts Jeff into the air and nails a spinebuster of his own. The referee is yelling at Kinkade who is shrugging it off and keeping the referee distracted so Stevens can drag Cerberus to the corner. The referee catches Terry James stepping into the ring and the refere starts to admonish James for stepping through the ropes. The referee checks on Kinkade who is in his corner.)

(X-Treme Jeff is crawling towards his corner and Terry James has his arm extended, but Cerberus has already tagged in Brian Stevens. Stevens runs towards the corner and knocked off Tragedy and Terry James off the apron. Stevens drags Jeff into the middle of the ring and picks him up to his feet. Stevens nails Jeff with a snap suplex and covers for a pin. ONE...TWO.- But Jeff kicks out, showing a lot of heart. Stevens is upset by this and he picks up Jeff and whips him into the ropes and goes for a clothes line, but Jeff uses the arm to an advantage and hits a running DDT on Stevens. Both men eventually make it to their feet and connects with a hurricanrana on Stevens to put him on the mat. Jeff makes a quick tag to his Canuck buddy, Terry James, and they signal for the Canadian Crusher. James picks up Stevens and XTJ bounces off the ropes for a bulldog, but Terry James hit a reverse neckbreaker on Stevens and stuns him to the mat. Terry James picks up Stevens and goes to whip him into the turnbuckle, but Stevens reverses it, but James stops it and whips him into the turnbuckle of Kinkade and Cerberus by accident. James puts his hands on the top of his head as Kinkade makes the blind tag to Stevens and becomes the legal man in the match.)

(Kinkade runs up the stunned James and they lock up in the collar and elbow tie up. Kinkade is able to power out and hit an implant DDT on Terry James. With James down on the mat, Kinkade locks in a triangle choke on James. While this is happening, the fans begin to cheer as Tiffany makes her way out tot he entrance ramp wearing a sleeveless pink blouse, a black miniskirt, and black high heels. She stops in the center of the entrance ramp and puts her hands on her hips.)

HS: "What in the world is she doing out here?"

FJ: "Who cares? But why did she stop? Come on, Tiffany. Keep on coming."

(Tiffany analyzes what she sees as Chris Kinkade release the triangle choke and apply an STF on Terry James. Tiffany smiles and nods her head up and down.)

HS: "Well, she's out here for a reason, but we don't why. One thing is for sure, she likes what she sees."

(Tiffany begins to walk back up the entrance ramp, but as she does she continues to look back towards the ring with a big smile.)

HS: "Just as fast as she came down, she leaves. Frank, why did Tiffany come out here?"

FJ: "Maybe she heard I got a new car."

(Kinkade releases the STF and applies a Texas Cloverleaf hold on Terry James. Tiffany smiles and leaves through the curtain. Kinkade turns back around and yells to Stevens and Cerberus to attack Tragedy and XTJ. They drop down and run around the ring and make their attacks. Cerberus concentrates on Tragedy and Brian Stevens concentrates on X-Treme Jeff. Meanwhile in the ring, Kinkade has weakened James enough and releases the hold before he can tap out. Kinkade picks up Terry James to his feet and kicks him in the midsection. He calls for the Battle Cry and hoists James into a vertical suplex position. Kinkade drops down and performs a perfect neckbreaker on poor Terry James. Kinkade goes for the cover and the referee catches it out of the corner of his eye as he's trying to break up the fights outside. He slides into the ring, ONE...TWO...THREE!!)

HS: "WOW! What a match. This six-man tag team match turned into a normal match, into a straight up brawl at the end, with Kinkade getting the pin on Terry James."

FJ: "Kinkade is a smart man. He knew that the only way to win this match was to get Jeff and Tragedy out of the picture. But, this arrival by Tiffany almost makes me want the No Limit Title match to happen now!"

HS: "Easy there tiger."

(Commercial)

HS: “What a US Title match at Springs and Breaks eh Frank?”

FJ: “I’d say Herb, but that idiot John Williams had to win it.”

HS: “Oh come on, he’s better then he was before! I’m just glad Poppa or Baird didn’t win it.”

FJ: “WHY? One of them should be US Champion; both of them are greatly qualified wrestlers!”

HS: “Well, let’s see how Baird does against the former US Champion Jeff Christianson.”

FJ: “Baird’s a former US Champion too!”

(Frank is then cut off by the beginning of 50 cent’s “I’m supposed to die tonight”. The crowd roars in approval as Jeff Christianson walks out from behind the curtain, an arrogant smile on his face. He keeps his focus on the ring, sticking out a hand which all the fans in reach begin to slap. Jeff jumps up on the apron and throws a fist in the air, getting a large pop from the crowd. He then steps through the middle rope and walks over to his respective turnbuckle, loosening up.)

HS: “Jeff Christianson, 3 time World champion, 3 time US champion, and former Tag Team champion…”

FJ: “Yeah, yeah I think we all know now let’s get to the match!”

HS: “But Baird isn’t even out yet…”

FJ: “SHH, here he comes.”

(“#1” By Nelly strikes up and the fans begin to roar with jeers and boo. Baird sneers at them, nodding as they continue to boo him. He walks past some fans, jawing with them as he passes and then slips under the ropes. Christianson stays in his corner and Baird points at him, telling him to stay back. He scales the turnbuckle and raises his arms to the crowd getting more boos. He soaks it all in, smirking at the crowd still. He kneels in the middle of the ring and big golden pyros go off. The fans still begin to boo as Baird settles down into his turnbuckle.)

FJ: “There’s our winner! I can tell already!”

HS: “Well if you’re so psychic who’s going to be the next president?”

FJ: “Dave Santini, of course.”

(The fans begin to build into a “Let’s go JE-EFF” chant as Jeff begins to loosen up his wrists, keeping his eyes on Baird. Baird walks forward into the middle of the ring, offering up a test of strength. JC walks forward and puts his hands up as to accept but then rushes forward but CB catches him and they lock up in a collar-elbow tie-up. Christianson pushes Colin to the ropes and then releases, quickly letting off a backhand chop across the chest. Baird wheels over but JC takes him by the hair and throws him back into the ropes, letting off another backhand chop across the chest. Baird wheels over again and out of desperation ducks a jab and trips up JC with his legs. JC lands, neck-first onto the middle rope and Baird quickly goes to work, pushing down on Jeff’s neck, choking him. The referee counts all the way to 4 before Baird finally lets go and Jeff pushes himself off the ropes. Baird catches him in the chest with a knee and irish whips him into the ropes, JC coming back with a strong clothesline knocking Baird to his back. Christianson bounces against the ropes and lands a big leg drop across the throat of Baird.)

HS: “Both these men are getting off to a solid start as Christianson is taking control of this match early.”

FJ: “No, no, no, no! There goes Baird to the mat from a snap suplex.”

HS: “How are you feeling now, all-so wise one?”

FJ: “Shut up Herb…”

(Baird attempts to get up from the mat but Christianson pushes him back with his foot. Christianson drops to one knee and grabs Baird locking in a sleeper hold. Baird attempts to squirm out of it but Jeff gets him onto his knees. Christianson bumps him down to all fours and locks in a combination of a camel clutch and a sleeper hold. Christianson releases the hold and jumps onto Bairds ankle locking in a grapevine anklelock!)

HS: “He’s got it locked in! He’s got it on him!”

(Baird screams out in pain as Christianson tweaks his ankle to an extreme. Christian changes it to a standing anklelock and Baird is able to flip onto his back, his other foot catching Christianson across the face. Baird gets to his feet and plants the running Chirstianson with a spinebuster. Baird quickly follows it up with a fist drop and then a few stomps to the abdomen. Christianson is brought to his feet and planted with a DDT. His head bounces off the canvas and Baird takes a bit of time to gloat. Christianson manages to get to his knees and rolls up Baird.

1…

2…

Kick out!

Christianson gets up with a frustrated look on his face and hits Baird with a wild haymaker, and then a kick to the stomach. Christianson grabs Baird by the hair and throws him face-first into the turnbuckle. Christianson picks up Baird out of the turnbuckle, holding him in a spine buster situation. The crowd cheers as Christianson runs forward and slams Baird into the turnbuckle. Christianson follows it up with a few shoulders to the chest, and then a elbow to the face. Baird, looking fatigued hits a jab but it is not powerful enough to knock Christianson down, who responds with a palm thrust to the nose. Baird holds his nose in pain and Christianson snapmares him near the middle of the ring, following it up with a triangle choke. Baird squirms and manages to get behind Christianson, taking him up and to the canvas with a high impact back drop!)

FJ: “Both of these men are on their backs, this match is obviously taking a toll on both of them”

(The referee stands between the two men and counts to two before both of them start to get to their feet. Christianson is up first and he grabs Bairds arm, locking in a hammerlock. He twists the arm all over the place and expertly ducks an elbow thrown by Baird, taking the arm around his neck and picking him up for a backdrop. Both men are floored by the move but Christianson makes it to his feet, taking Baird up with him. Baird hits a haymaker and as Christianson gets back up he uses his momentum to throw Christianson into a belly-to-belly suplex. Christianson is brought to his feet and thrown against the ropes, then being dropped with a huge back body drop.)

HS: “Ooooh, listen to the impact of his back slapping the ring!”

FJ: “Go Baird!”

(Baird slowly scales the turnbuckle, looking around wearily before leaping off with a elbow drop! He hits his mark and both men bounce against the canvas from the impact. Christianson is pulled to his feet by Baird and is irish whipped into the ropes. He ducks a clothesline but is caught with a small jab on his way back from the opposite ropes. Christianson is taken back a bit but is aware enough to catch a kick by Baird. Baird pulls around for an enziguri but Christianson lets go of the foot and catches the other one in mid-air, taking him to the ground with a grapevine anklelock!)

HS: “There it is! He’s got this one! He’s got it!”

FJ: “No Colin! Reverse It!”

(Christianson continues to tweak the ankle to an extreme as Baird screams out in pain. Christianson leans all the way back, putting in all his strength for about 5 seconds before Colin bangs on the mat!)

HS: “Colin tapped! Christianson made Colin Baird tap!”

(50 cent’s “I’m supposed to die tonight” blares over the P.A as Christianson, gets to his feet, being cheered on by the fans. He raises both hands into the air and rolls under the bottom ropes. we see a small ad for “AWA’s Best of the US Championship” DVD coming out in a few weeks as Jeff Christianson walks up the ramp and past the curtain.)

HS: “We are proud to release the new AWA DVD “The best of AWA Stables” including many matches from stables such as NHL, The Family, The Enforcers and The Blueprint. Buy it now!”

FJ: “Hold on we’re getting a shot from backstage for a second.”

(On the AWA-tron we got a full view of the parking lot which seems to be slowly full slowly emptying. We see the new returned star Chris Kinkade standing in the parking lot, swinging his hands slowly and whistling a tune to himself. Just then a limo rolls up to his feet.)

DRIVER: “Are you Mr. Kinkade?”

KINKADE: “Yeah, yeah, is he back there?”

DRIVER: “No I’m going to go pick him up. He asked me to give you this.”

(The Driver hands Kinkade a piece of paper with some numbers, looking like a phone number.)

KINKADE: “Alright, tell him to get in touch with me soon”

DRIVER: “Will do sir.”

(The limo tires squeal and the it propels through the parking lot and just before it exits we see the license plate reading “BIG PPPA”.)

FJ: “What was that about?”

HS: “No idea, but I’m sure we’ll find out soon!”

(Commercial) (

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 stalks out from behind the curtain into the quickly dissipating fog. Radiating malicious violence he glares out from behind his long hair to the crowd and flexes his shoulders. He ignores the fans and walks arrogantly to the ring and mounts the turnbuckles staring at the people that he feels have held him back. Then he removes his black bandanna and sits on the top rope, waiting for the match to begin.)

(A picture of a longhorn skull appears on the TitanTron with a rope hanging off of each horn, ending in a hangman's noose. Red pyros go off as The Hangman parts the curtains and methodiaclly makes his way down the ramp, stopping every so often to sneer ominously into the masses. Once inside the ring, The Hangman takes off his hat and places the chain with the bible over one of the steel turnbuckle posts. After taking a moment, to regard his opponent, The Hangman then removes his black vest, clenching and releasing his hands anxiously.)

(The two men come together to lock up but as they are locking up Hangman sidesteps and nails Cynder with a right hand. Hangman follows this up with a couple more rights and then backs Cynder into a corner. He then nails him with a back elbow and takes a few steps back waiting for Cynder to stumble out of the corner, and when he does Hangman drills him right in the mouth with a big boot, which causes Cynder to fall like a load of bricks to the ground. Hangman is quickly in and he kneels over his opponent and begins to drive right hands into his forehead. Finally the ref steps in to warn Hangman about closed fists, which Hangman takes exception too and begins to back the ref down, and in the process providing Cynder time to recover somewhat.)

(With Hangmans back turned Cynder sneaks up on him and nails him in the back of the head with a forearm. Hangman stumbles forward into the corner, and Cynder follows him witha clothesline to the back, causing Hangman's chest to hit the top turnbuckle hard. Cynder takes a couple of steps Back and Hangman stumbles out of the corner and goes to one knee. Cynder takes off towards the ropes and as he comes back he drives a boot into the face and side of the head of the Hangman who is still on one knee. Hangman falls to the mat and Cynder goes for a cover but Hangman manages to kick out forcefully after a count of one and a half. Cynder pulls Hangman back to his feet, and is about to go for a suplex but Hangman reverses and lands a suplex of his own and both men are down.)

(Both men seem to get up around the same time but Hangman is quicker in thought and poles Cynder in the eye before he can completely regain his vertical base. Cynder jumps back holding his eye,a nd the ref warns Hangman about the illegal tactic, Hangman ignores the warning from the ref and goes back to the fight, and with Cynder still lacking perfect vision Hangman nails him with a boot to the gut, and then hits him with a piledriver, but does not follow it up with a cover.)

(Instead he gets to hs feet and drives an elbow into the chest of Cynder, which he follows up with another, and then finally a cover, but can only keep Cynder down for a count of two. Hangman does not waste a second and he quickly pulls Cynder to his feet and backs him into a corner where he nails him with a series of forearm shots to the chin. Cynder is on dream street, and as he stumbles out of the corner He is caught with a violent Hangman Spinebuster.)

(Hangman goes for a cover but Cynder kicks out just before the three count. Hangman looks at the ref, but goes no further, he just pulls Cynder back to his feet and then lifts him up onto his shoulder, and begins to run across the ring as if going for a running power slam, but Cynder manages to slip of the back of Hangman and as Hangman turns around he is caught with a boot to the gut followed by an implant DDT.)

(Hangman hits the ground hard, and Cynder rolls away, obviously still not one hundred percent. He takes a few seconds to regain himself and with Hangman still down he moves over and drops a big leg across the chest of Hangman and goes for a cover, this time he gets a count of two but Hangman still manages to kick out, although not with near the force he did before. Cynder shows signs of anger but still he climbs to his feet.)

(With The Hangman laid out, Cynder stalks him...signalling that is about to over. At this time, Lori runs down to the ring, cheering on Cynder. However, this causes the referee as well as Cynder to turn around at her. The referee starts yelling at Lori and commands her to leave. All the while, The Hangman has slipped outside and reaches under the ring for...a coal miner's glove! Sliding it on, he sneaks back into the ring and behind Cynder. As Cynder turns around, BAM! He gets hit with the Southern Comfort Slam! Leaning over the gloved hand that is on Cynder's face to obscure the view, the referee isn't able to tell what is going on. Instead, he checks Cynder's hand and when the big man taps, The Hangman quickly throws it outside and gets his hand raised.)

(Sliding back out, he grabs the glove once more and hits the Southern Comfort Slam twice more, not letting go of the hold as the referee now sees the coal miner glove. Security gets called in! as the bell is rung several more times. Eventually, the contingency of security guards are able to pry The Hangman off of Cynder, who's face is now a crimson mask as the camera quickly cuts away from the horror of the shot.)

HS: "Oh come on! Get him off Cynder!"

FJ: "Security did its job...DAMN!"

HS: "It looks like Cynder still has some fight left in him after all. He is moving about the ring on his hands and knees just barely."

FJ: "BAH!"

(The Hangman stands up over the fallen body of Cynder. He takes a step and suddenly an egg cracks on the top of his head. Hangman whirls, looking around the arena to find the offending soul who dared throw an egg at him. Hysterical laughter booms over the P.A. and Hangman looks up. It's Schizm, waving at him from The Hangman's noose he usually uses to exit the ring. The noose is being lowered to the ring. Schizm flicks his wrist and a mic appears there.)

SCHIZM: "Bullseye, hahahaha! Where do you think you're going? I hope you're not thinking of making an exit so soon. This sideshow's just begun."

FJ: "Look! It seems that Schizm has gotten the attention of the Hangman. He's finally backing off the attack and security is leaving the ring and walking back up the ramp."

HS: "Why is security walking back up the ramp?"

FJ: "I see a fight in the crowd somewhere by the entrance."

(Schizm pats the rope he's holding with his other hand.)

SCHIZM: "This is a nice ride. A little austere, kinda old-fashioned, but quaint. It's so ... so ... YOU. It leaps out at you and says, 'I think God died and made me his deputy.' But really, I'm not here to talk about your mode of transportation."

FJ: "Look! Cynder is leaving the ring. It looks like he's looking for something under the ring. I wonder what he's looking for?"

HS: "I don't know."

(The Hangman stands still in the ring, waiting for the jester to get in range of his fists.)

SCHIZM: "Now, now. Don't get your panties in a bunch. Be patient; it's a virtue, you know. Now, you've been on quite a roll as of late. You're "building up steam" and you're going to "roll over anyone in your path." You've got a "higher purpose." Well, let me tell you something. NOBODY CARES! You're an old, broken down HAS-BEEN who doesn't have enough gas left in his tank to do anything more than speak cryptic phrases that NO ONE LISTENS TO!"

(The rope stops lowering, just out of Hangman's reach.)

FJ: "Look! Cynder's got a golf club! He's gonna whack the Hangman!"

HS: "We need some security here, quick!"

FJ: "NO WE DON'T!!!"

SCHIZM: "And I'm going to do EVERYONE a favor by putting you out of your misery."

(From behind Hangman, Cynder slams a golf club over the back of his head. Hangman collapses and Schizm leaps off the rope and hits a shooting star press. Cynder throws the twisted golf club out of the ring and the two begin stomping on Hangman. Furiously, he tries to get up, shrugging off blow after blow. He finally gets to a knee and slaps a claw on both men's faces. But Schizm flips his wrist and throws power in his eyes, causing him to let go of his hold. Schizm gets behind him and hits a low blow. Cynder picks him up for the Incynderator and begins spinning around and around as Schizm gets up on the top rope. Cynder stops spinning as Schizm leaps off the top rope. Cynder throws Hangman off his shoulders into a powerbomb as Schizm hits a moonsault elbow drop, completing the Murder-Go-Round. Hangman lays on the ground, moving slowly. Schizm nudges Cynder with an elbow and points at Hangman, then up. Cynder nods and picks Hangman up again into the torture rack position and the two complete the Murder-Go-Round again. "Take Her Down" by Rob Zombie plays as the two make their way back up the ramp, leaving Hangman out in the ring.)

(Commercial)

("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 Tiffany leads Poppa, who is holding his trusty Louisville Slugger in his right hand, down the entrance ramp.)

HS: “Opening day today, Frank. Poppa's brought his bat.”

FJ: “Who cares about the bat? He brought Tiffany and that's all that matters.”

HS: “Well, I wonder why she was out here earlier. What was her business in the 6-man tag match?”

(Poppa is wearing a pair of dark jeans, white basketball shoes and a crimson T-shirt with the sleeves cut-off that in off-white cursive letters 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. He leans his Louisville Slugger against the ring apron. 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: “I have a bad feeling about this match. Someone’s going to get really hurt tonight with that Louisville Slugger at ringside.”

FJ: “And? So much the better. NHL’s been No Limit Champion for waaaaaaay to long.”

HS: “That’s because he’s been fighting off all the competition.”

FJ: “Well, if he’s that good, he’ll be able to beat Poppa tonight.”

(White, Red, Gold, and Green lights flash as "No Remorse" by Metallica hits the arena. When the solo begins in the song, about 10 seconds from start, NHL emerges from the curtain area with his AWA No Limit Championship belt around his waist and an aluminum bat in one hand.)

HS: “Looks like NHL’s coming in armed as well.”

FJ: “Hey, aluminum bats aren’t allowed in major league baseball and they shouldn’t be allowed here.”

HS: “Frank, this is a No Limit match. Almost anything is allowed.”

(Sarah follows NHL and stands behind him. He stands there for a moment, staring out around the crowd, getting psyched up for the upcoming match. A short while later, NHL explodes from his trance with rage and excitement. He walks down the ramp, throwing his arms in the air, pumping himself up and the crowd for the upcoming clash. NHL then pauses in front of the ring for a few seconds, leaning his bat against the apron. He then makes his way to the ring steps, taking his time climbing up each step. NHL takes his time getting into the ring through the top and middle ropes. Sarah follows her husband to the ring, entering from under the middle rope. He walks to the middle of the ring, takes his No Limit belt off, and slowly raises his arms in the air with is title in one hand. He makes his way to the nearest turnbuckle and does the same.)

HS: “These two have been exchanging a lot of words as of late. It’s been developing into quite a rivalry.”

FJ: “Now it’s time for them to exchange a lot of blows. Words are boring. Let’s get some action!”

(The referee takes the belt and calls for the bell. Immediately, Poppa and NHL lock up in the center of the ring. Poppa’s size advantage immediately comes into play as he’s able to muscle NHL into a corner. He comes up with a knee into NHL’s midsection and begins to pound him in the corner. Lefts and rights strike him until a huge right sends the smaller man over the top rope. But NHL shows his athleticism by landing on the apron. Poppa takes a big swing but NHL ducks and counters with a punch of his own, followed by a few more that stagger Poppa. NHL hops onto the top turnbuckle and hits a flying elbow smash that knocks Poppa down. He gets up and drops an elbow on the prone Poppa. Another one. A third. NHL picks Poppa up and delivers a snap suplex.)

HS: “NHL’s showing a lot of offense in the early going.”

FJ: “Yeah, I’m taking offense to it.”

HS: “You’re done, Frank.”

(NHL gets up on the second turnbuckle and hits a diving leg drop. He goes for the pin …1 …2 kickout by Poppa! The champ goes to pick Poppa up and goes for another suplex, but Poppa blocks it. Poppa pummels NHL’s ribs with a few punches, causing him to let go of the move and takes the opportunity to headbutt the champ. NHL stumbles back a step and Poppa grabs him, hitting a belly to belly suplex. He picks NHL up and throws him over the ropes, but NHL once again is able to grab the ropes and land on the apron.)

HS: “I think Poppa wants to take this one outside so he can make good use of his Louisville Slugger.”

FJ: “Gee, Herb, what makes you think that?”

(Poppa charges NHL, but gets a shoulder to the gut that backs him up a few steps. NHL comes through the ropes and goes to clothesline Poppa, but the challenger recovers and scoops him onto his shoulders. He runs forwards and powerslams NHL to the mat. Poppa stands up and taunts NHL, garnering a negative reaction from the crowd. Then he slides out of the ring and goes over to his bat, holding it up into the air, getting more heat from the crowd. NHL, meanwhile, rolls out of the ring, holding his back in pain, and gets his bat. The two armed combatants circle the ring, looking for the other. They both round the same corner and nearly bump into each other. NHL takes a swing with his aluminum bat, but Poppa ducks in the knick of time and NHL hits the ringpost with a loud PIIIIIIIING! Poppa jabs NHL in the stomach with his bat, causing the champ to double over, and then slams him on the back of his head with the bat.)

FJ: “What a shot!”

HS: “Poppa’s holding true to his words. He might’ve given NHL another concussion!”

(Poppa drops his bat and picks NHL up, only to slam him headfirst into the ring post. NHL goes down, bleeding from his forehead. Poppa puts the boots to him before picking him back up. Poppa throws NHL into the ringsteps, and the No Limit Champion crashes and clatters into them. Poppa tears off his t-shirt, showing off his impressive physique for the crowd. Most boo him, though quite a few feminine shrieks can be heard, especially when he flexes his muscles. By this time, NHL is groggily getting to his feet, face covered in blood. Poppa charges him for a clothesline, but NHL sidesteps him and uses a drop toe hold to send Poppa face first into the steel steps. Both men lay stunned on the floor. After a few moments, NHL begins to pick himself up as Poppa stirs. NHL picks Poppa up and hits an implant DDT onto the steps!)

HS: “Looks like NHL wants Poppa to know what a concussion feels like!”

FJ: “Ow! Yeah, I think you’re right. Steel steps – 2. Poppa’s head – 0.”

(A trickle of blood comes from Poppa’s forehead. NHL drags him out in front of the announcers’ table and gets up onto the apron. Flashbulbs light up the arena as he crashes into Poppa with a springboard moonsault! NHL rolls off of Poppa, holding his gut as Poppa lies motionless next to him. NHL gets up gingerly and drags Poppa towards the ring. Laboriously, he rolls him into the ring and then follows. NHL drapes himself over Poppa …1 …2 … 3-no! Poppa gets a shoulder up! NHL can’t believe it. He picks Poppa up and twists him into a swinging neckbreaker. He goes for the pin again …1 …2 kickout! NHL slaps the mat in frustration, but keeps the pressure on, locking in an elevated Boston crab. Poppa screams in pain as his back is bent in ways it should never be bent. Fueled by his pain, Poppa instinctively begins fighting to get to the ropes. His massive upper body strength serves him well as he forces NHL to back up closer to the ropes. Poppa reaches out and grabs the ropes.)

FJ: “Poppa’s in the ropes! C’mon ref! Make NHL break the hold!”

HS: “Frank, this is a No Limit title match, remember? There are no rope breaks!”

FJ: “That’s not fair!”

(Poppa clings to the ropes, screaming in pain as NHL cranks down harder on his back. The referee keeps asking Poppa if he quits, but Poppa keeps shaking his head, though it’s obvious he’s fading fast. Sarah cheers on her man, feeling he’s got it locked up in the box, but it oblivious to Tiffany sneaking up behind her with NHL’s aluminum bat. Tiffany cracks the bat across Sarah’s back and she goes down. Tiffany leaps on her and begins choking her while slamming her head into the floor. NHL sees Sarah in trouble and lets go of the hold. Tiffany sees him coming and gets off of Sarah, picking the bat back up and brandishing it at NHL.)

FJ: “No, you idiot! Don’t attack Tiffany! She’s one of the only joys I have left in life! I only have that and charging things to Herb’s credit card!”

HS: “Wait! That was you? I had to declare bankruptcy because of my credit card debt!”

FJ: “Oooops …”

(Meanwhile, Tiffany takes a swing with the bat, aiming for NHL’s head. But NHL catches the bat in one hand and yanks it from Tiffany. For a moment, it looks like he’s about to hit her with it, but he throws it down and chases after Tiffany with his bare hands. But as he rounds the corner, Poppa’s waiting and smashes the end of the bat into NHL’s already bloody face. Poppa drops the bat and wipes the blood out of his eyes before starting to clear the announcer’s table.)

HS: “How could you take advantage of me like that, Frank? I thought we were friends. I’ve never felt so betrayed in my life! Bankruptcy is serious! I’m going to have a blot on my credit report for years now! I might not be able to put my child through college because of you!”

FJ: “Uh, Herb …”

HS: “No, Frank! You listen to me! I’ve had it with you!”

FJ: “Herb …”

HS: “Shut up! I’m speaking now! I’ve taken your insults, your lack of manners, your pranks. But this is it!”

FJ: “Herb, get out of the way!”

(Frank pushes Herb out of the way as Poppa Cougar Bombs NHL through the announcers’ table! The table gives and crashes down onto Frank’s legs, breaking his chair, pinning him there under the table and NHL’s weight. “HOLY SH*T!” chants begin as Poppa stands laughing over NHL’s bloody and broken body. He picks up the champ and rolls him into the ring.)

HS: “Oh my god! What wreckage! Frank, you saved my life! Frank, can you hear me? Frank! Frank’s out! NHL must be broken in half! I think Poppa’s got this one! Somebody get some EMTs out here for Frank!”

(Poppa rolls into the ring, a little gingerly, and pins NHL …1 …2 … NO! NHL barely, and I mean just barely, gets his shoulder up! Poppa pins again …1 …2 … NHL gets his should up again! Another pin by Poppa …1 …2 … no! Still no three! Poppa is livid! Tiffany can’t believe it! Poppa argues with the referee, but the ref stands by his decision. Poppa turns away in disgust and picks up NHL, who still looks out of it, and tosses him over the ropes. Poppa follows him outside and picks up the Louisville slugger, slapping it against his hand a few times.)

HS: “Oh no! Poppa’s going to crack NHL’s skull completely open! There’s going to be nothing left!”

(Poppa lifts the bat above his head, gripping it in two hands to make NHL’s head nothing more than a bloody smudge. NHL is on his back, by the corner. Sarah sees her man in a plight and slides the aluminum bat beside her to NHL. NHL grabs the bat and with a burst of adrenaline, gets to a knee and swings up as Poppa takes a deadly cut down. Wood meets metal as the bats collide and Poppa’s Louisville slugger shatters! Poppa is stunned by the impact and NHL takes full advantage, taking a homerun swing into Poppa’s gut! Another swing into Poppa’s spine! NHL drops the bat, which has a huge dent in it, and grabs Poppa for a front facelock. He lifts him into the air.)

HS: “SlapShot! SlapShot from NHL onto the floor! This has to be it! All he has to do is get Poppa into the ring and pin him!”

(NHL lays on the floor beside the unconscious Poppa. The strong brainbuster took all the energy he had left. But still, he gets to a knee and muscles the bigger man into the ring. He rolls into the ring and on top of Poppa. The referee counts …1 …2 …3-NO! Poppa just got his shoulder up!)

HS: “Oh my god! Poppa will NOT give up in this match! He’s got so much drive to win the No Limit title! But NHL is not to be denied either! It’s like watching the Irresistible Force meet the Immoveable Object! Who is going to win this?”

(NHL can’t believe it. He questions the referee, sure he got the three. But the referee stands by his decision. NHL shakes his head, but turns Poppa over, crossing his legs and hooking in a painfully modified STF!)

HS: “The Penalty! Poppa’s locked in The Penalty!”

(NHL wrenches back on Poppa who is in agony, but refusing to give up. Tiffany gets up on the apron, distracting the referee. But Sarah comes up behind her and pulls her off the apron. Tiffany hits the apron face first and collapses to the floor, easy prey for Sarah. The referee goes back to the submission. Poppa continues to hold on, trying to fight the hold, but NHL’s grip is like iron. Finally, after long moments of fighting the pain, Poppa has no choice but to tap out! The referee calls for the bell and NHL immediately lets go of the hold collapsing to the mat.)

HS: “What a match! NHL retains the title! I can’t believe how brutal this match was. Both competitors are bloody, their valets are bruised, and Frank is unconscious here!”

(Sarah climbs into the ring to check on NHL, who seems dazed and hasn’t gotten up in the ring. Tiffany slinks in on the other side, checking on Poppa, but keeping an eye on Sarah. Her top has been ripped off, showing off a decent amount of skin.)

HS: “Frank, I can’t believe you saved me, after all I said to you. You missed a great end to this match. I hope you’re alright, partner. For Frank Johnson, this is Herb Summers, saying good-”

FJ: “Wooooo-eeeeee! Look at Tiffany! She’s down to her bra in there!”

HS: “Frank! You’re awake!”

FJ: “You don’t think a couple of broken legs are going to stop me from seeing Tiffany like that, do you?”

(NHL is finally getting to his feet, with the help of Sarah. The referee gives him the No Limit belt and he holds it high in the air to a huge pop from the crowd.)

FJ: “Hey Tiffany! Sarah! I’m hurt too! Check on me!”

HS: “Good to have you back, Frank. What a night folks! Tune in next week to see what kind of fallout this match is going to have!”

FJ: “Tiffany! Sarah!”

HS: "Wait? What's this??"

(NHL is just staggering back up to his feet, when Kyle Duke, begins slowly walking out from the back. His eyes never leave Nathan even as he slides out of the ring. The two men meet on the ramp, with NHL looking fairly exhausted and still bleeding, he stops in front of Duke. The two men stand eye to eye for a minute, before NHL shrugs and brushes past the slightly smaller man. A small smile crosses Duke’s face as he turns and grabs NHL by the shoulder. He spins the bigger man around and nails him in the stomach with a quick boot, doubling over Lee, and Duke proceeds to drop him to the concrete with “Liberation”. Duke continues the assault by grabbing NHL’s hair and pounding it into the ground several times. NHL is bleeding everywhere, and Duke lets go of his hair, and leans over, real close, and kissing him lightly on the forward. Duke stands as the crowd boos him horribly. He looks all around the arena his lips stained with Lee’s blood before driving a couple boots into his stomach. Duke then simply chuckles, and heads to the back.)

HS: "Kyle Duke just attacked an already worn out NHL. What does this mean??"

FJ: "I don't know, but I want Tiffany and Sarah to come back and nurse me back to health."

HS: "You're despicable. We will see you next week on another episode of Super Shock, and we will have more answers, too!"