(The Shock pyro ignites and the camera pans Centrum Centre as thousands of Worcester fans are on their feet, displaying themselves and their signs like rabid animals. ‘THE MAN THAT JUST MAY PUT US ALL TO SLE… ZZZZZZZ’, ‘NHL SAYS GO TO HELL’, ‘LOW CHANCE OF SURVIVING’, ‘THE CANUCKS ARE BACK!’, ‘THE CANUCKS ARE BACK?’, ‘STILL OUTRAGEOUS’, ‘MALIKA: MARRY ME’, and many, many, many more. Then, the camera then pans over to the smiling faces of Frank Jackson and Herb Summers.)

HS: “Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to another exciting edition of AWA’s Sunday Night Shock!”

FJ: “Exciting is putting it lightly, Herb.”

HS: “I’m Herb Summers and as my partner Frank Jackson here was just saying, you folks are in for a treat tonight! FOUR titles are on the line, tonight, ladies and gentlemen, including a fatal four way for the AWA World Championship!”

FJ: “New World Champion Lars Frederickson defends his title for the first time against the Legendary Low and the ‘Sensational’ Brian Stevens, his former Administration allies!”

HS: “And the man he defeated to capture his second ever World Title, Nathan Hawthorne Lee, who I’m sure has more than a bone to pick with Lars. He wants his title back badly!”

FJ: “Of course, that’s only the Main Event for tonight! Everything leading up to that is going to be electric as well. Remember, folks, FOUR titles are on the line!”

HS: “Including the No Limits title as undefeated Jai Williams takes on the stunning Malika. Malika could very well be the first single’s champion in AWA history tonight, ladies and gentlemen. But it won’t be an easy task against the rising star Jai Williams!”

FJ: “And Hellfire is going to take on the newly formed and greatest tag team ever, the Canucks, for their tag titles.”

HS: “I sincerely doubt that!”

FJ: “There has been a little tension between Dark Warrior and AC Smith lately, but the Canucks have their own skeletons in their closets. I think it might come down to which team can put their differences aside once more! The Canucks are the best, Herb, they’ve got this one in the bag.”

HS: “And in another great match up, new United States Champion Logan Alexander takes on Pheonix only one week after defeating Steve Holly to capture the title for a third time.”

FJ: “Not to mention Cruiserweight Champion Jayson Price takes on Holly in a non-title contest, while his Unholy Heroes partner Draven Shadows will be taking on Holly’s former partner Cynder.”

HS: “And rounding out the lineup tonight we have both Williams brothers in action, and let’s just hope that this week they can stay away from one another! Brian takes on newcomer Brad Douglas and John takes on the quite obscure Brickcity [B].”

FJ: “What a huge show! It’s like watching a PPV for free! And of course, that isn’t all. Coming up after the break we have the debut of the luscious Erica Storm taking on Brody Knolan and the oh-so-annoying Orlando Ortega, who hasn’t had much luck lately.”

HS: “You can say that again! Last week he was banned from the arena by Travis Gray! And… wait a minute… speaking of which, we’re getting word that we’re going live to the Marriot hotel where our superstars stay. It seems Ortega has once again gotten himself into a bit of trouble.”

(The camera pans backstage where we see Orlando Ortega speaking with someone on his cellular phone. The camera pans over to Ortega’s Mini-Cooper and we see that the tires are all flat.)

OOO: “SLASHED OFFICER! That’s right… someone slashed my tires! Could you get someone out here right away, I’m going to be late. And… wait a minute… oh my goodness… the clowns keyed something into the side of my car! It says Outrageous Joke! Oh, what kind of immature kid would do this?”

(The camera fades back to the arena with a look of exhasperance on OOO’s face.)

HS: “That was… unusual. Apparently, OOO has become a victim of some childish prank.”

FJ: “He had better catch a cab quick, he’ll miss his match!”

HS: “He probably has to wait on the police at this point. I don’t know if he’ll make it or not.”

FJ: “Well he has about three minutes…”

HS: “Actually, maybe a bit longer? It seems once again we have to go to the back.”

(We see a black Hummer H3 pull up into the garage under the building. In fact, this is the same one from last week. The driver's door opens and we see a man dressed entirely in black exist the vehicle. He pops open the trunk and he pulls out a folded piece of cloth. The masked man shakes the cloth and it unfolds to be a very long and large duffle bag. The masked man folds it up and closes the trunk of his H3. He arms the security alarm and he leaves the garage area.)

HS: “I'm not so sure about this.”

FJ: “I bet it's someone who wants official AWA gear just like in those NFL commercials.”

HS: “We should keep a camera crew on h...What? They lost him? Folks, we'll keep you updated on this. Maybe we’ll have some more information when we return.”

******COMMERCIAL******

HS: “Welcome back folks, and we haven’t received word if Orlando Ortega has made it to the arena or not.”

FJ: “Brody Knolan and Erica Storm, making her debut, are already in the ring.”

(Daddy Yankee’s ‘Like You’ hits the P.A. but OOO doesn’t show. The music hits again, as the fans mumble amongst themselves, visibly annoyed, but still no Orlando Ortega.)

HS: “I guess he didn’t make it?”

FJ: “Wow, OOO has had a host of problems lately. For someone so positive, I don’t he’s had much to be cheery about lately. Good riddance.”

(Music keys up once again, but this time it’s not Orlando’s music. ‘L.A. Blues’ by the Stooges hits and out comes, to everyone’s surprise, Low’s Human Property.)

HS: “It’s the Squasher! What is he doing out here?”

FJ: “Probably to do what he does best.”

HS: “Yes, but Low isn’t in charge anymore, he can’t do this. Do you think maybe Low thought Orlando would be here tonight?”

FJ: “I guess so.”

(The Squasher charges the ring and Erica and Brody try to attack him, but he grabs them both around the throat and instantly chokeslams them.)

HS: “So much for Erica’s debut.”

(The Squasher picks them both up off the mat by their hair and then drops them instantly with a huge double clothesline. Erica and Brody go rolling out of the ring as Squasher laughs loudly. He then looks around the ring as if searching for someone.)

HS: “What’s he doing?”

FJ: “He must be looking for Orlando Ortega. I don’t think he knows that OOO isn’t here!”

(The Squasher growls loudly but the fans drown him out because Orlando Ortega comes charging the ring from the back.)

FJ: “Aww man.”

HS: “Orlando may have missed his match, but he’s not going to miss out on some action!”

(Orlando rushes up to the Squasher when THWACK!)

FJ: “OUCH!”

HS: “Oh, that had to hurt. Orlando didn’t even see it coming! The Squasher just leveled Orlando Ortega with that chair. OOO just can’t get a break. And I think he’s busted open. I can’t believe Low would resort to sending out the Squasher to do his dirty work.”

FJ: “I’m not so sure that Low was responsible for this. Maybe Gray hired the Squasher?”

HS: “I sincerely doubt that. I do think, however, that this was a set-up from the beginning. Whoever did this is trying to humiliate Orlando Ortega! My money’s on Low. Nothing is below him.”

FJ: “This has already been one crazy night.”

HS: “And it keeps getting crazier! It seems someone’s lockerroom has been vandalized!

FJ: Was it Malika's? You know, Brickcity knows how to panty raid!

(As we go to camera, a bouncing screen greets us. The camera-man is obviously jogging to get in position. When he finally reaches his destination, he focuses on the locker room door, where there is the name “Logan Alexander”)

FJ: Logan's room?!

HS: I knew he bit off more than he could chew!

(Logan Alexander himself comes running up to the door, obviously just having heard the news.)

ALEXANDER: What the hell?!

(Logan swings the door wide open, and inside everything has been splashed with red paint. Logan's personal belongings, the walls, even the championship title hanging inside one of the pried open locker doors.)

ALEXANDER: I don't believe this!

(Logan enters, and the camera follows close behind. Inside, everything has been trashed. The carpeted floor has even been splattered crimson. Logan shakes his head angrily then turns to leave, obviously greatly perturbed. But an utterly shocked expression crosses his face when he goes to reopen the door. For there, on the door, hanging by a rusty nail is a picture. A blown-up picture. Of Logan's prone and motionless body after receiving TWO Journey to Hell's >from Steve Holly. Undernieth this picture is a short written note.)

“Your pain will be my only salvation.”

(Growling, Logan flings open the door, knocking the camera to the floor, as the scene goes to static.)

FJ: Mind games?

HS: The hatred Steve Holly bears The United States champion has obviously broken his mind.

FJ: But he seems so much more... Likeable in my eyes now...

HS: Why does that not surprise me? Ah, whatever, we’ll be right back… I think.”

******COMMERCIAL******

(Back from commercial we see that Nathan Hawthorne-Lee is walking down a hallway with a bottle of Aquafina water in his right hand. He is dressed in his wrestling gear and is wearing his Spider t-shirt from his tattoo on his right arm. He opens the door of his locker room to find it empty. He looks around a bit, looking worried.)

NHL: “Sarah? Honey, are you here?”

(NHL leaves the locker room and checks the hallway. He approaches someone with a headset.)

NHL: “Have you seen my wife, Sarah Hawthorne?”

PERSON: “No, I haven't, sir. Is everything ok?”

(NHL ignores the question and leaves him there.)

NHL: “SARAH! Sarah, where are you??”

(Frustrated, NHL turns the knob of his locker room door and then kicks it open.)

NHL: “Where could she be?”

(He looks and finds that her purse and belongings are gone. Then, he spots a white note on the black, leather sofa.)

NHL: “'Dear Nathan, I wasn't feeling so well so I decided to head back to the hotel room. See you when you get back, Champ. Lovingly yours ~ Sarah'. Strange, she didn't seem to be feeling under the weather.”

FJ: “Tonight is just FULL of mysteries isn’t it?”

HS: “CSI – Worcester!”

FJ: “Well, I suppose we’ll have to wait and see if these mysteries unfold. But for now, on with the carnage!”

HS: “Up next the Unholy Hero Draven Shadows takes on the recently returned Cynder. As we all know, Cynder helped shift the power back into Gray’s hands at Springs and Breaks. Now let’s see if he can pick his career back where he left off.”

FJ: “Good luck against that monster.”

(Draven and Cynder are already in the ring staring down one another. The ref calls for the bell and Draven and Cynder lock up. Draven gets the advantage and breaks the lock and whips Cynder into the ropes. Cynder comes back and ducks a clothesline. Cynder comes back off the other ropes and Draven nails him with a leg lariat to the face. Draven then lifts up the fallen Cynder. Cynder still groggy from the move stands there dazed as Draven bounces off the ropes. Cynder drops to the mat at the right second missing the Unholy Crimson. Draven stops his momentum before he flies out of the ring. He turns around to get a right hand to the face by Cynder. Cynder dishes out more rights and lefts.)

HS: “Cynder is unloading.”

FJ: “If you say so Herb.”

(Draven battle back with rights and lefts of his own. Draven then kicks Cynder in the gut and then grabs him by his hair as he bent over. Draven pulls Cynder down by his hair making his head whiplash off the ground.)

HS: “That was sickening.”

FJ: “Well he did hit a woman in the face with barbed wire before then he also hit Heather with it too.”

(Draven signals to the crowd telling them its the end for Cynder. He lifts the dazed Cynder to his feet. He then whips him off the ropes. Cynder bounces back and Draven nails the Unholy Bash right into his nose. Cynder falls to the mat with blood already coming out of hi nose. Draven covers Cynder and gets the three.)

FJ: “Draven picks up the win.”

HS: “Cynder may have a broken nose.”

FJ: “Draven Shadows can be vicious as hell.”

HS: “And his Unholy Hero ally, Cruiserweight Champion Jayson Price, is backstage.”

(As the scene fades in a door creaks open, and there is a view of an entirely dark room. It is lightened, barely, with glowing red lights coming from the floor. You can see only shadows in this room, sinister looking shadows.)

VOICE: This is where I come to relax before my matches, to prepare myself for battle, to truly get into the mood.

(The camera pans around again an object that looks like a high backed chair with a spike sticking up from it can be seen. What looks like chains hang from the wall.)

VOICE: Oh, I suppose we should have some light no?

(Jayson Price turns on the light. Suddenly you really see the room, there is a large screen tv against one wall, a pool table in the middle of the room. The high backed chair has now become an arcade model video system of Wrestlefest. The chains have been crimson red drapes. There is also a picture of Jayson and Annette on the wall. Jayson grins.)

PRICE: Things are always as they appear at first glance no? Did you honestly think I would come in here and prepare for the average match by chanting kill, destroy, kill destroy over and over again while whipping myself or something?

CAMERAMAN: Well, um.. that thought did sort of cross my mind.

PRICE: Which was the intended point. See, when a man enters that ring it isn't really about how they are as a wrestler, who they are as a person, no, it's about what they can make their opponent think of them. If the opponent enters the match fearing for their well being then my job is already halfway done before I even lock up with them.

PRICE: You see, what you can make your opponent think of you, how you can make them react to you can make or break the match. Take my opponent this week, Steve Holly for example. Steve Holly came out and argued with himself. His good side against his evil side. And in the end he agreed to let his evil side take over in the ring, and made some threats about how I could get injured. Really sinister, really dark. So he wants to break a few limbs. He doesn't think too highly of a mere cruiserweight champion. I should address of all of that, really I should. But instead I'm going to take a slight break and talk about my relaxation room for a brief moment.

PRICE: See this is where I come to gain clarity before my matches. I can turn on that television if I so choose and watch matches of my adversaries of all sorts. Some tapes so rare the man himself may not have seen or even thought about them for ages. That enables me to figure out strengths and weaknesses of my foes. Form game plans, and all that fun behind the stages stuff that truly separates a great wrestler from your average wrestler, or your average psychopath talking to himself for that matter. Not that I can really judge anyone for listening to their evil side. In the far corner we have a arcade game. It doesn't really anything to training towards a match. It just so happened to be my favorite arcade game when I was a child so I figured I picked it up at an auction one night. In actuality it serves the same purpose as the pool table. See in all matches you want your opponent to be stressed but on the other hand why would I want to be stressed out before a match? No, I want to be relaxed so I can take advantage of the mistakes my intimidated, or angry, or frustrated opponent may make.

PRICE: “We do of course have one final item I should point out. Look at the wall and you'll see that picture of myself and Annette. That's what I was looking at before you came in here. And that's what I was thinking about the day before my match with Steve Holly. You see Holly, I know how upset Annette is, and I know I have to do say about it. What I have to do I'm not entirely sure about and is very likely the reason every time I've been seen lately I have seemed distracted. But as you have probably noticed I don't seem distracted today now I do? Why is this Holly, because like you said accidents might happen. I'm focused so no accident will happen. See, I can't help Annette if I'm in the hospital, I can stand by her, I can't support her if someone injures me on a whim. So simply put I'm not going to allow that to happen!”

PRICE: “Steve, you're far from the first man to threaten me. Hell, I almost had my neck broken by Brian Williams and I'm still standing! So Holly, go peddle your idle threats elsewhere because really that sh*t doesn't work on me. I've been hurt, it's not pleasant but I have come back from it before and can do it again. I've also ended the ring against people threatening to injure me and I have thwarted them. Time and time again. Just ask Jeff Christianson how well he did on breaking my ankle. He.. well, um.. never even came close!”

PRICE: “I feel like I have a huge advantage coming into this match because I know what I'm fighting for. I know that losing this match means risking injure, and risking injury means time away from Annette, and I'm not going to let that happen. What might happen then I don't even want to think about. Steve Holly, you say you sent your family away and were forced into a cult. Steve Holly, what's the gain for you from a victory? Is there one?”

PRICE: “You say you were forced into a cult, if you're as powerful a threat as you think you are how could you be forced into a cult? I say this Steve Holly, cults prey on the weak. People who have something missing from themselves. You don't fight against the cult Steve Holly, why is that? There is always a choice Steve Holly, it just depends on what you are willing to risk for your personal freedom. But Steve you joining or being forced into a cult isn't my primary concern anyhow, just thought I'd give you a few things to think about. Like just how your family feels about, them separated from you, and watching you, simply accept the situation. I never accept any situation I don't like! I lost the cruiserweight champion to a man who insulted the love of my life. I couldn't accept that, so I brutally beat him with a weapon, I threatened to destroy that very Cruiserweight championship, and ultimately…”

(Jayson motions to a black leather couch in the corner where the Cruiserweight championship sits.)

PRICE: “I got my prize back. I got my honor back, and I left that man Orlando Ortega laying motionlessly in the ring not because of a cheap shot but because of a clean cut clear victory on my part. What I have a situation I don't like I fight for change. Can you say the same? I'm not looking past Steve Golly at all. But I am thinking this as well, after I defeat Steve what does that say about Jeff Christianson? I mean he went out and challenged Terry James, a former United States champion granted. Steve Holly was right about Terry James as a singles competitor he should not be defeating men like Chaos Stryke, holding championships like the United States crown. So Jeff Christianson challenged the weakest link in the string of United States title contenders. Meanwhile I'm facing in my mind the best of the United States title contenders. Just last week I beat NHL, the most recent world champion, while Jeff lost to Brickcity B. So Jeff.. When are you going to step things up like I do?”

PRICE: “Steve Holly, I actually agree with you on another point too. Size does matter. Like when the match goes 30 minutes and you're dead tired barely able to stand. Your size will have mattered. When I execute aerial move after aerial move and you'll unable to keep up or even catch me? Well your size will have mattered! When I hook in submission hold after submission hold until you are unable to stand once again your skill will matter. You see Steve you're a former tag champion, former United States champion and a good big man. But I have beaten good big man before; in fact I've beaten great big man before too. I'm a former world champion. I can and have beaten the best wrestlers in the world. I know how to negate a size advantage. While I know your size isn't your only skill, nor your biggest one, I know that that is your only advantage against me. And seeing as I can nullify that advantage exactly how do you expect to win? You could think about that, but I bet you won't. You'll just expect to crush me and when the match is over you'll still be wondering why you didn't and why I was victorious.”

PRICE: “Basically Steve, I have something, someone to fight for. This is the point when I would normally say misery is yours to discover but you already discovered it by yourself. You beat me and you can go back to your same old shitty life. You lose you can still go back to your same old shitty life. Basically winning this match does nothing for you. You win and you're back with the cult and your family gets to watch you continue to do nothing about it. Steve Holly, I stand to gain a lot if I win this match up, and a motivated and focused man can defeat an unfocused monster any day of the week. Now if you'll excuse me I have to go visit with the love of life, the person I care most about, and my reason for competing, my reason to wanting to better myself, and the reason I will be victorious tonight.”

(The scene faces to black, and thusly commercial.)

******COMMERCIAL******

HS: “Welcome back ladies and gentlemen, and if you’re just joining us, well you’ve missed a very weird night thus far.”

FJ: “But things are only going to get stranger from here. At least, I hope. Of course, you never know what to expect from Brian Williams, the sadistic monster, and he’ll be taking on newcomer Brad Douglas next.”

(The lights go out, a gold spot lights shines down on the walk way as “I'd Love to change the world” starts to play as the fans cheer. Brad Douglas stands at the top of the ramp. He takes his time walking down to the ring. He enters under the bottom rope and circles the ring before taking a corner and awaiting his opponent.)

HS: “I am not sure this young man knows just what he is about to look at Frank.”

FJ: “I don’t either, this cocky man, is about to go through hell, whether he likes it or not.”

(The lights go out. As the ominous opening chords begin 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. As the music dies a deadly silence befalls the crowd as Williams steps to the centre of the ring staring down at the much smaller Douglas.)

HS: “An evil, brutal man, and with his brother on his mind the question is… can he be stopped?”

FJ: “Brad Douglas isn’t showing any fear of the monster…”

(Douglas indeed begin to throw lefts and rights directly to Williams face. Williams absorbs the shots never wavering from his look of ire, directed at Douglas. Douglas then delivers a series of assorted spin kicks that back Williams into the corner. Douglas continues with the onslaught until finally Williams drops to a knee.)

HS: “Douglas is trying to prove himself as a god of the ring here tonight against one of the best that the AWA has to offer.”

(Douglas takes Williams by the hair, lines him up and delivers a haymaker, Williams steps back, and then delivers his own haymaker that causes Douglas to stagger backwards. Douglas regains his bearings and hits the ropes he looks for the clothesline but is meet with a solid boot to the face putting him on the mat, and Williams on the offensive.)

FJ: “Going toe to toe with this man, is never a good idea.”

(Williams mounts Douglas and begins to rain in closed fist punches to the head of Douglas, Douglas tries to cover up but Williams is relentless, as the ref forces a break. As Douglas gets up, Williams wraps his huge hands around the rookie’s throat and effortlessly hoists him into the air. Williams holds him there in the choke hold as Douglas begins to turn bright red and his legs begin kicking frantically. Williams then waits for the ref to get to a four count, and then tosses Douglas to the mat with authority. The ref warns Williams whom doesn’t think twice about remounting Douglas and continuing to punish him with thunderous lefts and rights under the ref threatens a DQ.)

HS: “Frank this is vintage Brian Williams, absolutely vicious.”

FJ: “He is sending a message to his brother Herb.”

(Williams lifts Douglas to his feet before whipping him into the corner with everything he has. We hear a thud as Douglas hits and grabs at his back. Williams then backs to the other corner and begins at Douglas at full speed. Douglas however manages to dive to the left at the last moment and Williams hits the corner with such force it looks like the ring shifts. Williams stumbles backwards as Douglas shows good agility leaping to the top rope and coming off with a missile dropkick that puts Williams down. Douglas goes for a pin but only gets 2. He then delivers a few more shots to the midsection of Williams and calls for his reverse diamond cutter. Williams however telegraphs the move and delivers a violent elbow knocking Douglas off of him, he then grabs an arm and nails a short clothesline. Douglas is turned inside out as Williams stalks him, waiting for him to get up.)

FJ: “The rookie has shown some promise here tonight… but Williams is just too much.”

(Williams senses the end as he grabs Douglas from one knee.,. he locks in a reverse DDT, places the point of his elbow onto the bridge of Douglas’ nose and drops, driving Douglas’ head into the mat, and Williams elbow down into the nasal cavity of Douglas.)

FJ: “What a painful sight that is....the sight of a person's face being crushed under 350 pounds.

HS: “That’s the Morbid Reality Frank… and that’s 1….2….and ….3! Brian Williams is very impressive here tonight, as he looks forward to meeting his brother in what will be a war till the bloody and bitter end.”

FJ: “There’s no guarantee that War will ever end!”

HS: “Interestingly enough, the Williams’ brothers were once tag champions, and last week, a team they’ve faced a few times before reformed.”

FJ: “Xtreme Jeff and Terry James finally put aside their differences and reunited, to the delight of the fans.”

HS: “Delight? Differences? Weren’t you watching at all? The Canucks fooled the entire world, and the fans didn’t appreciate it one bit!”

FJ: “Well, I did!”

HS: “You would.”

FJ: Hey Herb, do you think you and I should team up and go for the tag titles?

HS: That would be a rather dumb move.

FJ: We'd have twice the chance Hellfire does tonight! At least The Canucks like me!

HS: Just keep telling yourself that. But I think Hellfire has a great chance at winning tag gold tonight.

FJ: They're inexperienced.

HS: Jeff Christianson has been a three time tag team champion and brought honor to that championship unlike the Canucks.

FJ: Bah, honor.. that's what half wit losers like you call pandering to the fans. The Canucks are real champion, real wrestlers!

HS: And Jeff Christianson, a former AWA champion, and A.C. Smith, a rising star and former no limits champion aren't. I'm also really looking forward to seeing Jeff get his hands on Terry James after James ducked him last week.

FJ: Hey all he has to do is find out who attacked Terry and he gets his beating, um.. match. But seriously tag team wrestling is a good idea for Jeff

HS: I agree. But why do YOU think that?

FJ: Well with Misery and Terry James would willing and able to take him out at any moment he can use the back up!

HS: Jeff Christianson neither needs nor wants any illegal help. Unlike the men you speak of.

(This introduction to the match killed most of the intros but we see Jeff Christianson posing for the fans as the closing notes of My Life by the Geto Boys plays. The bell sounds and Terry James starts off for the Canucks as does Jeff Christianson. Jeff goes to lock up but Terry avoids contact and tags out to Xtreme Jeff. The crowd boos as the Canucks smirk. Jeff says something to James then is caught with a knee from XJ. Christianson is whipped off of the ropes and caught with a dropkick from Jeff! XJ slams Christianson and then goes up top connecting with a moonsault. He covers 1-2- a kick out by Jeff.)

FJ: Almost an early night for the champions!

HS: Jeff Christianson still has a lot of fight left in him!

(XJ delivers three rapid fire legdrops on Christianson. He bounces off of the ropes and connects with a vicious diving knee! He pins again 1-2- shoulder up. XJ and Terry James exchange smirks then tag off. Jeff delivers a drop toe hold then Terry James simply walks across his back. The crowd loudly boos as Terry struts around the ring mocking his opponents and the crowd.)

HS: This is pure arrogance by the Canucks!

FJ: I know, I'm loving it!

(Jeff Christianson, angered by this display, catches James with a clothesline taking him off of his feet! He stomps away on his opponent who tries to rolls out but is grabbed by the tights then atomic dropped! Jeff peppers the face of Terry James with stiff jabs then knocks him down with a straight right hand! Terry gets up and is met with a hard knife edge chop rocking him backwards across the ring. Terry goes towards his corner.. Jeff follows and is thumbed in the eye. Enzuiguri by James knocks down his foe then he tags out to XJ. They set Jeff up and smash him into the mat with the Canuck crusher! 1-2- broken up by A.C. Smith! the referee is putting Smith out and the Canucks take advantage with Xtreme Jeff hooking in a camel clutch and Terry James hitting two dropkicks to the face of Christianson!)

HS: The Canucks cheating as always!

FJ: Hey I don't see any teamwork from Hellfire! This is going to be over soon if they don't get things together!

(Xtreme Jeff climbs to the top rope and comes off with his lionsault directly onto Jeff Christianson's knees! Jeff rolls toward his corner and makes the tag out to A.C. Smith! A.C. charges across the face clubbing Jeff to the mat with a clothesline! Terry James gets into the ring but A.C. Smith slams the Canucks heads together! A.C. Smith clotheslines Jeff to the mat and then catches him with a powerslam. He hooks the leg 1-2- a kick out. A.C. hits the ropes and nails a diving headbutt! Xtreme Jeff gets to his feet looking dazed and is caught with a vicious spear! A tag is made and A.C. Smith pulls on the top rope slingshotting Jeff in with a knee drop to the stomach. Jeff rolls on the mat in obvious pain as Christianson taunts James. He lifts Jeff to his feet nailing several european uppercuts then rolls him up 1-2- a kick out. Jeff gets behind XJ and german suplexes him, rolling back to his feet then doing it again.. he rolls to his feet a third time tags out then releases germans Xtreme Jeff into a shoulderbreaker by A.C. Smith! Smith covers 1-2- foot on the ropes by Xtreme Jeff! A.C. Smith slaps the mat in frustration and then unleashes a series of punches on Jeff. Xtreme Jeff tries to backpedal rolls away from the blows and he pullshimself up in the corner. A.C. Smith charges in and is caught with a side kick by Jeff. He staggers out of the corner and Jeff rakes his back and tags out. Terry James comes in and dropkicks Smith in the knee. A.C. limps around the ring and is caught with a shin breaker. Then a nice tornado DDT by James flattens the challenger. Terry makes a pin attempt. 1-2- no! Terry James goes for an inside cradle pin 1-2- reversed by Smith 1-2-3, no a last second kick out! Terry James and A.C. both get up but James is quicker nailing a back elbow. He then hits a hook kick knocking Smith into the corner. Terry James follows him in with a clothesline. He then lifts Smith onto the top rope going for a superplex. He tries for it but it's blocked.. then A.C. Smith reverses the second attempt into a twisting top rope DDT! James is obviously hurt, and isn't moving at all! A.C. Smith isn't much better! The referee starts a double count.)

HS: What a great move by A.C. Smith! I think he knocked Terry James cold with that one!

FJ: C'mon James.. I got 50 bucks riding on you guys!

(A.C. rolls over and drapes an arm across James. 1-2- Jeff pushes him off and Jeff Christianson rushes in and tackles him! The referee has lost control as A..C. and Jeff nail a double clothesline on James then a double elbowdrop! A.C. covers as the referee restores order then counts. 1-2- a kick out. A.C. Smith lifts up his lighter opponent and brings him down with a powerbomb! He makes a tag to Jeff Christianson who measures the downed James and hits a perfect fist drop before applying a boston crab. Terry James crawls to the ropes and Jeff has to break the hold.. he does but lifts up James into a wheelbarrow slam! Jeff lifts up James again going for a snap suplex and hits it! He hits another one then goes for a third but is caught with a low kick. Jeff doubles over James tags out to Xtreme Jeff who comes in with a sunset flip 1-2 a kick out. Xtreme Jeff hits a hurricarana! He covers 1-2- a kick out! Jeff goes for another one.. but is met with powerbomb by Christianson! Jeff stands up and hooks in the figure four! Xtreme Jeff screams in pain as the referee checks on it allowing Terry James to interject himself raking his boot laces across the eyes of Christianson breaking the hold. Jeff gets to his feet favoring his left leg a little as Christianson follows rubbing his eyes..Xtreme Jeff bulldogs him! Then tags out to Terry James who comes in with a vicious springboard dropkick. Jeff flips backward on impact.. staggering back to his feet so Terry takes advantage splattering him to the canvas with a flapjack! Terry drags Jeff to his feet whips him head first into the corner and catches him coming out with the thunderstunner... no, Jeff counters with a back suplex!)

HS: What a back and forth battle! The tide in this match just keeps switching back and forth!

FJ: Jeff tags out to A.C. Smith. He's fresh! C'mon Canucks.. oh no! A.C. Smith comes in like he has something to prove and spikes Terry James with a side salto followed up with a back drop!

HS: Wow, you can actually do commentary! I'm shocked!

(Terry James rolls to his corner and tags in Xtreme Jeff who fares no better being quickly hit with a samoan drop! A cover 1-2- James in and Jeff Christianson rushes to met him! The two men trade hard chops back and forth! Meanwhile A.C. Smith connects with a fishermans suplex! Meanwhile Terry James has hit a obvious low blow and dumped Jeff Christianson through the ropes! A.C. Smith meanwhile has hooked in the torture rack on Jeff and has him in obvious trouble. So Terry James pushes him from behind and he stumbles right into the referee knocking him down!)

FJ: Hey, that's illegal ref! Disqualify him!

HS: I agree!

FJ: Yeah the Canucks just won!

HS: You're clueless!

(Terry James goes for a neckbreaker but it's countered with a press slam over the top rope to the floor! However this allows Xtreme Jeff to get in some quick elbows to the head! Jeff hits a nice reverse DDT! He then rests on the mat trying to recover from that painful submission hold of A.C. Smith. Both men get up at practically the same time. Xtreme Jeff slips underneath of A.C. with a fireman's carry takedown and then applies the Canuck! Terry James rolls in carrying his trademark hockey stick! He lines it up, playing to the crowd who boo frantically.)

FJ: I love this move!

HS: I hate this move! It should be outlawed!

FJ: It is.. but the ref is down. Brilliant game plan by the Canucks!

(Terry winds up.. and is met with a northern lights suplex by Christianson. Jeff then hits a belly to belly suplex followed by a jumping armbreaker on Xtreme Jeff. Jeff Christianson exits the ring and goes to his corner as A.C. Smith recovers his footing and is met with a swift kick to the gut by Xtreme Jeff. Jeff whips him off of the ropes, reversed.. into a press slam then the big splash! A.C. covers. 1-2-3!)

FJ: Too bad, it's he's only counting the pin himself!

HS: Sadly the referee is still down! And that's a damn shame!

(A.C. starts to rise the referee as Jeff asks for a tag. A.C. obliges and returns his attention to the official. Jeff stalks his prey and quickly applies the grapevine anklelock! Xtreme Jeff has no where to go as the referee is getting up. But Terry James slaps his own hands together making a “tag” sound. The dazed referee turns around having heard the tag and sees Terry James break up the anklelock with a rolling clutch pin. 1-2- A.C. Smith sees what has happened now but is too late to break up the pin! Give it all plays as the Canucks celebrate wildly as they head to the back.)

HS: The Canucks steal one here!

FJ: Bah, says you. Terry James just proves he's superior to Jeff Christianson. I wish Jeff would find out who hurt Terry so Terry could just beat him again.

HS: I hope he does too. Jeff definitely deserves some revenge after the way he and A.C. Smith were robbed of the tag titles tonight!

******COMMERCIAL******

(Back from commercial, the cameras are rolling in the back where we see Orlando Ortega being stitched up in the trainer’s office. Standing next to both of them is a Worcester police officer.)

OFFICER: “We have his prints on the car, Mr. Ortega. Are you sure you don’t want to press charges?”

OOO: “Yes, officer. I’d rather handle this myself.”

OFFICER: “Don’t do anything stupid, ok kid?”

OOO: “Oh, don’t worry. I know just the thing to get him back, and do it the right way.”

OFFICER: “Ok then, I suppose I’m all done here. Here’s the number for a tow truck so you can get yourself some new tires. And I’d keep an eye out for more strange conduct. If you have any more problems while here in Worcester, feel free to call me.”

OOO: “Yes officer, thank you.”

(The police officer leaves and the trainer looks over to OOO.)

TRAINER: “So, what are you going to do about this?”

OOO: “Oh I have something in mind that will shock everyone.”

HS: “That was… interesting. I wonder who keyed OOO’s car and slashed his tires? And what is OOO going to do about it?”

FJ: “Nothing. You heard the police officer. He can’t do anything stupid. Lately it seems like all OOO does is stupid things! After all, we all saw what happened with the Squasher earlier tonight!”

HS: “Riiiight… anyway, for those of you who don’t know, up next we have what seems to be a new program for the AWA. Kelly ‘Gunns’ Lynch has returned to the camera and reinstituted her Mano Y Mano show, only this time it’ll take place LIVE, right here in Worcester, Mass!”

FJ: “That’s one hot foxy businesswoman. She has her fingers in everything around here. I wish she had her fingers in…”

HS: “FRANK!”

(The interior of the ring is decked out with two gray plush chairs. Standing in-between the two chairs is a young women will flowing brown hair and double D breasts. The male fans in attendance are quickly cheering for her overflowing cleavage. She puts the mic in her hand to her mouth as the crowds cheers subside.)

KELLY ‘GUNNS’ LYNCH: This is the first addition of ‘Mano Y Mano LIVE’ with me Kelly Lynch, in quite some time. However, tonight’s guest is quite arguably the GREATEST guest to ever appear on my show. He first made his way into the AWA in late 1999, and quickly fought his way all the way to the top of this business, destroying the likes of Jack Happy, Weston Steele, C-Rock, and Ray Owens in the ring. He was Rookie of the Year in 2000, the first ever AWA Featherweight Champion, a former duel holder of both the AWA Television and US championship belts…a two-time tag team champion…he is both your LWA Universal Champion and the NEWEST AWA World Heavyweight Champion…he is…”The Man That May Just End Your Career,” Your IDOL and Mine….LARS FREDRICKSON!

(“Blood and Whiskey” by the Dropkick Murphys immediately rings throughout the arena as Lars Fredrickson makes his way onto the entrance ramp to a chorus of boo’s. He’s holding the LWA title high above him in one hand and the AWA Heavyweight Championship belt high above him in the other. He very slowly makes his way to the ring, irritating the crowd even more as he soaks up the boo’s as if their cheer. He finally makes his way inside the ring as Kelly Lynch applauds him on. The two take their respective seats in the nearby chairs.)

GUNNS: Let me just first say what an honor it is to have you as a guest on ‘Mano Y Mano.’

LARS: It’s great to be here Kelly, I never have a problem going Mano Y Mano with a beautiful girl with double D’s. It’s become somewhat of a hobby for me. Maybe we can continue this interview later in someplace more private.

(Kelly blushes a bit, but quickly clears her throat in all of her professionalism.)

GUNNS: So, Lars, let's start with the question that's really on everyone's mind, how does it feel to once again be the best in the World?

LARS: The way I’ve seen it, I’ve been the best in the World since I won this title back in 2000. I proved the entire world wrong then, I proved that I was a feared force inside and outside of this ring, and the blood of the various Hall of Famers that stained the mats of this very ring, at MY hands, proves that even further. I’ve know that I’ve been the best in the world, this title just shows the non-believers and nay-sayers otherwise. I’m the greatest in THIS world, and this other belt says I’m the greatest in the Universe. There’s a reason why I call myself the “Self-Proclaimed Greatest Wrestler in AWA History” and my track-record and the gold on each one of my shoulders solidifies that notion.

GUNNS: Interesting. Well, tell me this, now that you're the champ, how has your attitude toward Low changed? I mean, we've all seen the animosity you two have for each other. Does holding the belt now give you more of an edge than before?

LARS: Yes, this belt does give me somewhat of an edge. Only because it’s just another tool at my disposal to do what I do best…get into my opponents heads. As I recently said, Low would like nothing better than to hold this prestigious title for a TENTH time, ten-times is such a nice round number…but as long as I’m the man to beat for this title, his tenth time will never come.

GUNNS: So does that mean we're going to see more of Low and Lars, even if you defeat him tonight?

LARS: Even IF I defeat him tonight? Don’t you mean WHEN I defeat him tonight?

GUNNS: I appoligiz-

LARS: It’s quite all right, you’re obviously quite nervous being this close to Lars Fredrickson, it happens. Now, to answer your question, yes there WILL be another encounter between Low and myself. When I left this sport over 5 years ago, I walked away knowing I was the best. I walked away willingly, it got boring knowing that I could destroy anyone who attempted to challenge me, not to mention the fact that Travis Gray was cashing in big time off of me, when I wasn’t getting the residuals that I deserved. However, in my absence Low came around, and took off where Lars left off. He’s now considered the greatest, but he’s far from it. He’s yet to step into the ring as my opponent, so that connection of Low being the man to beat is no longer applicable…I’m the man to beat, and I’ve been waiting 6 long months for that moment to happen.

GUNNS: So are you insinuating that you’ve hand your mind set on Low since you’re alliance with Keiko Ono back at Overpower?

LARS: There’s no insinuation at all Kelly, it’s fact. I got sick and tired of my legacy being besmirched and forgotten because of Low’s legacy. Yeah, sure it’s impressive, but if I never left, my legacy would be 100 times more impressive than his. I made my deal with Low knowing full well the outcome of WrestleFest months in advance. I pulled the wool over everyone’s eyes when I was named his business partner, and now I’m pulling the wool over Low’s eyes. I’ve never been one to align myself with other individuals, I’ve never had a need to. Other’s do nothing more than hold me back and cost me matches, I’m the only one who got me where I am today, I’ve done everything on my own, and the Administration was just a ploy to get even further inside Low’s head, while having some glorious fun with the rest of the roster. He thought he was using me when he was the man in charge of the AWA, meanwhile I was just lying in wait for my moment to strike. That moment happened for the world to see Springs and Breaks when I soared off the top rope with that brick in my hand and knocked Low out for the ten count. I watched with an inner glee as I saw Low’s company being ripped from him at MY hands as those ten-seconds passed by. Low is NOTHING…Lars Fredrickson is EVERYTHING.

GUNNS: Wow, those are some really strong and believable words. I would like to shift this interview a little bit away from Low right now however. The AWA has a new owner, and seemingly a whole new future. You and I were both smart enough to sign iron-clad contracts, though, to protect our positions with the company. I've never been a big fan of Travis Gray, what about you?

LARS: My history with Travis Gray has been nothing more than a long arduous battle. However, he’s nothing to me anymore. During my stint within the Administration, when I was in charge of the AWA offices in the redneck state of Arkansas, I made damn sure that once Gray inevitably came back into power here that he wouldn’t be allowed to be a thorn in my side any longer. I had a team of lawyers sign me a new contract that insured this. Gray is nothing more than a figurehead to me now, he’s of no concern to me anymore.

GUNNS: So, Mr. World Champ. New Title, New Owner, New AWA, is there going to be a new side of Lars? And if so, what can you tell your opponents, and any future ones, about him?

LARS: I brought on the New Era of the AWA when I first held this title all those years ago. That era ended, and the Low Era began. Now that I’m the man to beat again, it’s time for the Lars era to begin once again. This time around, it’s personal, and I’m not just going to walk away out of boredom again. My future opponents, whoever they may be, will have all but hell to pay. If they have the guts to step into the ring with me, then they’ll be in for a world of trouble. I’m not just going to decimate them inside of the ring, but I’ll show them just how much of a pestilence they are to this world in general. I will shake their very foundation.

GUNNS: Can you guarantee victory in the Four Way?

LARS: I apologize Kelly, but I’m not even going to answer that pointless question. Everyone knows the answer to that. Let me take the time instead to give a reminder of everyone about the Lars Fredrickson fan club. For a small fee of $79.99 a month, fan club members get a bi-annually non-exclusive interview with yours truly, AND a Lars Fredrickson sticker and balloon pack! It’s a great deal, even ask the number one Wrestling commentator Frank Jackson, he’s been a member for years now! Just head over to www.themanthatmayjustendyourcareer.com to sign up!

GUNNS: Well, I know I’m already a member!

LARS: Speaking of “members” Kelly…

(Kelly blushes a bit again before continuing)

GUNNS: Well Lars, it’s been nothing but a pleasure having you here on ‘Mano Y Mano’ but we’re all out of time. I hope you can come again real soon.

LARS: Yes, I hope I can come aga-

******COMMERCIAL******

HS: “Coming up, we have a No Limits match up between our No Limits Champion, Jai Williams, and Malika.”

FJ: “And the best part is that the title is on the line!!”

(“Thug Lord: The New Testament (Outro)” by Yukmouth ft Kokane starts to play and Jai Williams walks out from the backstage area with the No Limits title around his waist and he starts towards the ring.)

HS: “Tonight, Jai has to win this match if he wants to retain that title.”

FJ: “Really? I thought he needs to lose in order to retain...”

HS: “You've got to stop doing that.”

(As Jai Williams gets into the ring, he raises his title into the air. passion/instant/sweat beads/fill me” begins to play throughout the arena as the beginning of Aaliyah's “More Than A Woman.” Malika appears on the stage and strikes a sexy pose.)

FJ: “I'm almost sorry that I have to see such a beautiful creature be subjected to the harshness that is the No Limits style of wrestling.”

HS: “For those of you may not know what that is, No Limits rules has the normal rules in application inside the ring. Once on the outside, however, there are no rules. You can have your way with your opponent and there will be no consequences. Any pins or submissions will count only in the ring.”

(She then proceeds to ringside, with her hips swinging and her lips humming along with the song. Malika enters the ring slowly and leans on the ropes, smiling seductively and preparing for her No Limits match up. The referee calls for the bell and immediagely Jai and Malika tie up in the collar and elbow. Jai gets the early upper hand and he stomps on Malika's left foot and hits a snap suplex on her. Jai immediately pulls her up and whips her into the ropes, but Malika stops and slides out of the ring. Jai exits and stalks Malika. Jai rounds the stairs, but Malika sprays fire extinguishant right into Jai's eyes. Jai stutters a bit in his steps and trips backwards on the ring steps. Malika grabs a chair and swings it down onto Jai Williams' body until the chair is sufficiently dented. She tosses the chair to the side and then tries her best to bring Jai to his feet and roll him into the ring. She rolls in and covers...)

HS: “...ONE...TW- And the Champion says 'no' and kicks out directly after two.”

FJ: “Malika with a size disadvantage is trying her best to make this as one sided as possible.”

HS: “What would you do if you were facing someone twice your size?”

FJ: “Kick him in the junk.”

HS: “And what if it's a woman?”

FJ: “Kick her in the ovaries.”

HS: “You hit women?”

FJ: “Yeah I hit women. I hit them ALL...NIGHT...LONG!”

(Malika puts on a sleeper hold, but Jai gets to his feet and backs up into a turnbuckle. As Malika releases, Jai hits her with a snapmare while standing up! Jai covers...)

HS: “...ONE...TWO..- Malika kicks out before the three.”

FJ: “That looked painful.”

(Jai picks Malika up and hits her with his twizted maneuver, the airplane spin into a powerbomb. Malika rolls on her back and rolls out of the ring. Jai follows her to the outside, holding his head from the chair shots prior. He then stops, and walks towards the time keeper's table. He grabs a chair and heads towards Malika. As he raises the chair, Malika hits Jai with a low blow, then another, and then another. Williams drops the chair and drops to his knees, holding his groin with a shocked and horrified look on his face. Malika jumps and wraps her legs around Jai's head and lands a leg scissors takedown straight into the chair. She hops onto the apron and double stomps onto Jai's back. Malika locks on an anklelock onto Jai Williams and Jai is struggling to not tap, but he does tap.)

HS: “Jai's tapping!”

FJ: “Like that will do him any good. He knows that means crap outside the ring.”

HS: “Malika is employing a great strategy. If Jai Williams looses most of the use of his legs, then she might have a fighting chance here.”

FJ: “Nooooo, really?? A four-year-old who doesn't even know what wrestling even is can figure that one out, Herb.”

(Malika releases the hold and Jai starts to grab his ankle as he tries to get up. Malika is searching under the ring and pulls out a trash can full of stuff and dumps out the contents. She grabs a “No Parking” sign and waits until Jai turns around and then she smashes him across the skull with it. She goes for another, but Jai ducks, grabs her from the back, and hits a German suplex. Jai grabs a cookie sheet and cracks it across the back of Malika. He tosses it to the side and then grabs the trash can. Malika gets up and Jai Williams tosses it to Malika. She catches it and then Jai shoots a hard big boot straight into the can and right into Malika's face. Jai then falls to the ground and he holds his ankle as he gets back up.)

HS: “It appears that ankle is still a little tender from that ankle lock it was in.”

FJ: “He's a man, he can tough it out. But I wonder if Malika's chipped a nail yet?”

(Jai grabs Malika and rolls her into the ring. He picks her up and whips her into the ropes. He then charges at her so when she's on the rebound, Jai goes for a spear, but Malika moves out of the way and Jai bounces off the ropes only to meet the heels of Malika from a spinning heel kick. Malika waits for Jai to get up and then she hits a tornado DDT on the champion. She hops onto the top rope and then dives off and connects with her Royal Throne corkscrew moonsault. Malika covers...)

HS: “...ONE...TWO...THREE!! New Champion! New Champion!”

FJ: “Malika has just upset the current No Limits Champion! I think she's the first ever woman to hold that title!”

HS: “We'll have to check on those records, but Malika is our NEW AWA No Limits Champion! Great match!”

(Suddenly, a figure is shown, standing on teh ramp, looking at the match. It is A.C. Smith.)

HS: Frank! It's A.C. Smith! What is he doing out here?

(A.C. runs to the ring. He slides in, and starts pummeling on an already weakened Jai. He gets Jai up, as throws him to the ropes, and nails him with a massive clothesline. Malika is seen, laughing at the display. A.C> then tells Malika to grabs a chair from the outside. She does, and slides back into the ring.)

HS: What is A.C. and Malika up to?

FJ: They are going to bust Jai wide open!

HS: I thought you were a fan of Jai?

FJ: Yeah, but I am more of a blood fan than anything else! WOOOO HOOOO!!!!

HS: Something is seriously wrong with you, Frank.

(A.C. continues beating on Jai, and then he gets him back to his feet. He thne ties him into the ropes, leaving Jai wide open. He asks for the chair from Malika, and she gives it to him.)

HS: Oh no! I don't like where this is going! Jai is trapped in the ropes! He can't go anywhere, he seems to be in a great deal of trouble!

(A.C. yells out a few insults to Jai, and goes to raise the chair in the air. As he does, however, Malika sneaks up from behind, and hits him with a low blow!)

HS: WAIT!!! MALIKA HITS A.C. WITH A LOW BLOW!!!

FJ: A SETUP!!! HAHAHAHA!!! I KNEW IT!!! I FUCKING KNEW IT!!!

HS: How did you know that?

FJ: Sources.

(A.C. immediately drops the chair, which Malika picks up, and levels AC with the chair, right across the head! The then helps Jai out of the ropes, and Jai gets back to his senses. He then sees AC, laid out, and he gets him back to his feet. he then hits him with his Shady Wayz diamond cutter!)

HS: Shady Wayz! He hit him with the Shady Wayz! (Jai then goes to the top. he waits for A.C. to get back to his feet. He does, and Jai leaps off the top and hits him with the Pop tha Trunk DDT!)

FJ: POP THAT TRUNK!!! WHOOO HOOOO!!! He hit him with it again! I think AC is starting to get used to that move!

(AC is out. Then, Jai goes to the outside of the ring, and looks under the apron. He looks for a minute, before he grabs his trademark....the Headringer)

HS: Oh no.

FJ: OH YES!!!

HS: He has that headringer! This doesn't look too good for A.C.!

(Malika gets A.C. to his knees. Jai then stands over him, with hatred and anger flashing in his eyes. He looks down upon AC, and lifts his bat high in the air. He then comes crashing down, ax handle style, and levels AC with the bat, right betwee the eyes. The shot automatically splatters blood everywhere, and the sickening CRACK is heard throughout the arena. AC then slumps over, in a pool of his own blood. Jai then grabs the mic, and begins speaking.)

Jai: A.C. Smith. I tried to warn you. I tried to tell you that it was over between us, but you still didn't listen. Now, you know. You have been the first victim to fall to the Art of War!

(“Thug Lord: The New Testament” by Yukmouth kicks up again, as Jai and Malika stand over A.C. Smith, as the scene fades away.)

******COMMERCIAL******

FJ: “I don’t get it… so are Jai and Malika partners now?”

HS: “I’m really not sure. All I know is that Malika just became the AWA’s first female single’s champion since Lady Ashe! And the first ever female No Limits Champion. In fact, she’s the first female to win any single’s title other than the Woman’s and Cruiserweight Title in AWA history!”

FJ: “Congratulations to her, then.”

HS: Welcome back, AWA Fans, if you're just joining us, we are up for an exciting match-up!

FJ: If there is blood and gore, it's always exciting for me.

HS: John Williams seems like he's out for blood this week, so that could VERY well come into play.

FJ: Okay, now I'm excited!

(As the fans settle in there seats, the lights go dim. Green lights appear and illuminate the ramp all the way down to the ring. People begin to look towards the entrance way. The AWAtron then flickers a bit as the words, “I’m better than you” flash on the screen. Suddenly, Rage Against the Machine’s “People of the Sun” begins to blare over the arena speakers. Fans get to their feet and Brickcity [B] makes his way from behind the curtain. It takes the fans a moment to realize who it is, but once they do they erupt in chants of “FUCK YOU [B]!” Well, some begin to chant; others boo frantically. Brickcity hops into the ring and takes a look around at the pieces of trash in the arena, smirking as the fans simply gaze in amazement.)

HS: Brickcity looks a little arrogant today!

FJ: Brickcity looks a little arrogant everyday! With good reason.

HS: That's a matter of opinion there Frank.

FJ: And it's my opinion, therefore it's fact!

(“Lights Out” By P.O.D blares over the PA. We hear the crowd begin to roar in excitement as the 'ICON' John Williams walks to the ring. His features sullen and dark.)

HS: John Williams has been in a foul mood all week, it looks like he's ready to take his aggression out on Brickcity.

FJ: It'll be a cold day in hell.

HS: A cold day in hell for Brickcity to even measure up to “The Icon”.

FJ: That's not what I was gonna SAY!!!

(Williams ignores the fans reaching for him and immediately slides into the ring. As he gets to his feet, he wastes no time in tackling Brickcity to the ground, pummeling his head with heavy fists.)

FJ: The match hasn't started yet!!!

(DING DING DING!)

HS: Sure it has.

(Brick struggles trying to free himself from the flying fists. Failing to do so, he then covers his head with both arms, taking the blows to his arms.)

HS: Can't do much damage if he's blocking.

(After a few failed attempts at a face shot, John releases Brickcity and gets to his feet. Brick tries to get up, but receives multiple stomps to the midsection.)

FJ: Come on Ref! Get in there and do something!!!

HS: He is doing something Frank! He's getting the HELL outta the way!

(John lifts Brickcity to his feet and whips him to the turnbuckle. Following close behind, Williams leaps and... Catches NOTHING BUT TURNBUCKLE!)

FJ: That's the way [B]!

(Williams falls to the ground holding his chest. Brickcity follows up stomping relentlessly on Williams left leg.)

HS: Aren't you going to yell at the ref?

FJ: Why? He's just doing his job! GET 'EM [B]!

(Brickcity finally eases up on the stomping and lifts Williams to his feet. He kicks him in the gut and sets up for a piledriver. However, John powers out with a backdrop! Stumbling a bit on a weak leg, John starts to walk the pain off, then gets back to Brickcity.)

HS: Coulda made a mistake there. He should have capitalized!

FJ: He did Herb! He capitalized the [B]!

(John pulls Brickcity up to his feet and throws some vicious punches to the gut, following up with a hard knee doubling Brickcity over. John the drops a hard axe hammer to the lower back of Brickcity. [B] falls to the ground holding his back and clenching his teeth in pain.)

FJ: Come on REF!!! He pulled his locks!!! Get some glasses or somethin'!

HS: His hand didn't go anywhere near those greasy dreadlocks. Even if it had, it would have slipped off.

(John reaches Brickcity and begins to lift him to his feet once again, but gets a low blow for his efforts! Holding his “stones” he stumbles right into a piledriver from Brickcity! Brick goes for the cover! 1... 2... Thr- Kickout!)

FJ: THAT WAS 3!!! PIN HIM AGAIN [B]!!!

(Brick stands up regarding his downed opponent then drops an elbow across the nose of John Williams. John grabs at his face grimacing in pain. Brick gets in his face to exchange some words, but John shrugging away the pain snaps his head up forcefully connecting solidly with Brickcity's nose.)

HS: Alright! PAYBACK!

(John stands up and snarles as he looks down at Brickcity. He mounts his chest and begins pummeling at Brick's face once again. Brick however, blocks the punches and throws his legs into the air trying to roll Williams over!)

HS: What is he doing?!

(He finally gets the leverage and John rolls forward as Brick grabs both legs in a Boston Crab. Wrenching away, Brick smiles gleefully. Believing his match won, he locks in the hold forcefully. But John has other plans, crawling on his chest to reach the ropes. Catching Brick of guard, he stumbles and allows the rope break. Williams does not immediately get up however, and Brickcity moves over and begins dropping elbows into the back of “The Icon”! He repeated drops the elbows but then stands up and begins stomping away at the tender region.)

FJ: That's the way, take his back out, apply the [B] Average and it's all over!

HS: Don't count 'em yet Frank, those eggs are rotten!

FJ: I thought I smelled somethin'! I thought it was your feet. You goin' hillbilly on me again Herb?

(Brickcity lifts Williams to his feet and applies a standing dragon sleeper, torquing on the back relentlessly. John screams and thrashes wildly. Luckily, he manages to push Brick back into the ropes and again receives a ropebreak. Brick releases the hold, but again stomps relentlessly on the lower back of John Williams. This time however, Williams takes the punishment and begins lifting himself to his feet. A determined almost crazed look on his face.)

HS: This doesn't look good for Brickcity!

FJ: Get out of there [B]!

(John rushes Brickcity and takes him down with a hard clothesline. He then stomps away at the face of Brickcity. He lifts him up with a roar into a stalling suplex, walking to a turnbuckle, he drops the inverted reverse suplex driving Brickcity's face into the turnbuckle as Brick falls the outside mats. Williams climbs to the top rope attempting an elbow drop, but Brickcity manages to dodge away rolling towards the ring. Lying gasping for breath, John Williams looks as if he's running out of steam!)

HS: Big gamble, big loss.

FJ: Get him in the ring [B]!

(Brick does manage to lift John to his feet and force him into the ring. Williams again, with the masochistic smile on his face, forces himself back to his feet. Brickcity notices and goes for a springboard body splash. Williams catches him out of midair and drops him with a vicious spinebuster! Williams roughly lifts Brick back to his feet and lifts him up for a suplex letting him fall over backwards with the Brickcity's feet hitting the mat, he then drops him into an UGLY neckbreaker.)

HS: That had to hurt!

FJ: Isn't that what he calls that move?

HS: Not sure, but it still had to hurt!

(Again, Williams lifts Brickcity's groggy frame to his feet. Standing behind him, Williams applies a Full Nelson. Wrenching away as Brickcity awakens from his stupor to witness full force the pain he is now enduring, Brick tries to struggle uselessly, but still refuses to submit. Williams does not relent. He forces Brick to his knees, He then hooks Brick's legs into a surfboard position and with the Full nelson still intact he rocks back pushing out with his legs and wrenching on the Full nelson.)

FJ: He's Tearing Him Apart!

HS: I think that's what he calls this hold. Torn Apart!

FJ: Duh, that's why I said it!

(Wrenching away, Williams continues his sadistic grin as Brickcity begins screaming in pain. Finally, as the ref asks for a submission, Brick nods his head vigorously as he has no arms to tap. The ref calls for the bell. DING DING DING!!!)

HS: What's goin' on?!

FJ: He's not letting go!!!

(Williams relentlessly wrenches at Brickcity as the ref tries to pull him off. But soon after, Brick's arms go limp and his head falls. Williams laughs and releases the hold. Giving the limp form a final kick before exiting the ring.)

HS: John Williams just sent his brother a vicious message.

FJ: And he used Brickcity's now motionless body to do it!

HS: Williams savagely held that submission until Brickcity passed out, he had already won the match!

FJ: That's not the point Herb!

HS: You're right Frank, this match meant nothing to John Williams but to send a message of hate to his brother. Brickcity was only the envelope.

FJ: This'll probably get much worse before it gets any better.

(“In the End” starts to play through the arena. As the actual lyrics start, Logan steps out onto the entrance ramp. He stops near the top of the ramp and spreads his arms wide to bask in the mixed reaction of the crowd and reveal the United States title around his waist.)

HS: “Here comes the new United States champion, one week after winning back the title and then also engaging in some… questionable post match activities.”

(Logan starts walking down the ramp glancing out towards the crowd on either side of him. Once at ringside, he climbs the ring steps and goes between the top and second rope, then walks around to each side of the ring encouraging the crowd to respond. He moves over to the ring announcer and asks for a mic. He raises the mic and waits for the crowd to quiet down.)

LOGAN: “You know during the last week, when I wasn’t being annoyed by my opponent for tonight, I was trying to respond to so many of the people who were fans of mine that were asking the question: Why?”

(Logan pauses for a few moments and looks out towards the crowd.)

LOGAN: “Why Logan? Why did you attack Steve Holly in such despicable fashion? Why did you sink down to using such techniques to deal with that situation? The only answer that comes to mind… is that there was no other option.” “There was no other way to get through to Steve Holly. I responded to him in the only fashion that he seemed to understand. But the reason could be even simpler than that. He attacked me first, and I was just getting even.”

(The crowd boos in response to that statement.)

LOGAN: “Well, I see that the ethics police don’t approve to that solution. Maybe all you people just like to ignore your problems and hope they go away, or maybe you all feel that a situation shouldn’t be resolved like that and the person who breaks the rules should be allowed to get away with it without any repercussions. Maybe that just shows what kind of people you are out here in Worcester. You just bend over and take it.”

(The crowd lets out another resounding round of boos.)

LOGAN: “Yeah. Go ahead and boo. Like that really bothers me. Like I even give a damn what you people think.”

(A “you suck” chant starts up in the crowd.)

LOGAN: “Look at that… they can talk. Frankly it doesn’t matter what you people think of me. Cheer me. Boo me. Whatever. I’m not going to change just to please all of you people out there. If any of you people had an ounce of pride and self-respect, you’d do the same thing that I did when you hit the end of your rope. It’s just that I’m willing to live with myself after doing it.” “Some lines should never be crossed, but if they are you’d better be ready and willing to deal with the consequences. I know what the consequences of my actions are and I know I’ll come face to face with them one day. I have no regrets for anything I’ve done. I’m not a cold heartless bastard, but I’m not going to deny that I have that potential inside me like someone else has, and I’m not going to hide from it.”

(Logan turns and points out at the crowd.)

LOGAN: “And if any of you don’t like it… then that’s just too damn bad.”

(Logan tosses the mic aside before removing his jacket. He tosses it to the outside of the ring, then removes the United States title and awaits the arrival of Pheonix. The lights flicker, the beat comes in, and the rapid lyrics of “Poet Lauerate” by Canibus fire.)

CANIBUS: “Yo Houston to Earth, watch the ripper crucify you with verse.”

(Smoke fills the entrance as the lights go out. The smoke turns orange as it radiates in the arena's abyss. “Lock you down with an esoteric weapon search” is shattering the air waves as Pheonix rises from underneath the walk way. The lights flicker again as he rises, but go dark again right after.)

CANIBUS: “The man-eater in a wife beater spreadin' typhoid fever through mic receivers with light reverb.”

(The orange jacket is glowing in the oblivion as the lights come on, and the music is then scratched.)

CANIBUS: “Houston to Earth... Houston to Earth... Houston to Earth”

(Pheonix’s voice then comes in: “You've got a problem.” Pheonix climbs over the top rope into the ring, and cracks his neck, as the music slowly fades away, and nobody ever notices it's done. Pheonix stares out to the entrance, awaiting his opponent.)

FJ: “Look at that guy and tell me he won’t win this match! He’s over a foot taller than Logan and over 100 pounds heavier!”

HS: “That is true, but Logan has certainly proved he can take out opponents even bigger than Phoenix after he beat Hellraisin’ Holly last week. Logan also has the speed and technical advantage in this match. Pheonix will be looking to overpower Logan with his high impact moves to get the victory.”

(The ref calls for the bell and the match starts. Logan shoots out of the gate and goes for a spear, but Pheonix side-steps it and whips Logan into the corner. Logan catches himself and uses the momentum to fling himself into the air, above the rushing Pheonix. Pheonix slams into the turnbuckle, winding himself, as Logan lands behind him. Logan quickly wraps his arms around Pheonix’s waist for a German, but Pheonix is quick to send a huge elbow to the side of Logan’s head. Logan stumbles out into the middle of the ring before getting clotheslined hard to the canvas. Pheonix quickly picks Logan up and whips him into the ropes, looking a spinebuster on the return, but getting a running drop kick to the face instead!)

HS: “Pheonix set up too early there. Logan is going to capitalize on that mistake all night if Pheonix keeps presenting it.”

FJ: “It’s just a one time thing, Herb, so don’t worry about it happening again.”

(Pheonix staggers backwards into the ropes, holding his head, and Logan hits another dropkick, this time to the knee. Pheonix goes down to one knee and Logan steps up onto the other knee, looking for the enziguri. Pheonix ducks it and catches Logan on his shoulders. He launches Logan a few feet up into the air before Logan gets himself out of the predicament and hits a huge DDT on the big man!)

HS: “The match could have ended there if Pheonix hit his Jackknife, but Logan still has a lot of energy in him.”

FJ: “He can only dodge bullets so many times before one hits him.”

(Pheonix slowly gets up, but Logan is there waiting for him. Pheonix raises his head into a super kick from Logan! Pheonix drops to the mat again, but Logan doesn’t cover. Instead, Logan pulls out Pheonix’s leg and starts to drop elbows onto his knee. He hits three before spinning his own leg around Pheonix’s and locking in the figure four! Pheonix is in clear pain as he tries to get to the ropes. However, Pheonix is at center ring and even his reach won’t help! Pheonix keeps himself up on his hands to avoid any pinning predicament before using his size to try and flip over the hold. Logan holds it in the entire time as Pheonix slowly turns the figure four over. Just as Pheonix looks like he is going to turn it, Logan quickly kicks his own legs out and releases the hold.)

HS: “Smart move there by Logan. He knows his submissions and he knows that he doesn’t want to be on the wrong end of his own figure four.”

FJ: “He’s just running away from his problems and trying to protect himself from injury because he’s overprotective of himself.”

HS: “You’re telling me you would keep yourself in a figure four leg lock as its being applied to you?”

FJ: “I’m an announcer Herb, why would I be in a figure four leg lock?”

(Logan is the first to his feet again as Pheonix had to slowly get up due to his leg being slightly injured from the figure four. Logan quickly runs into the ropes behind Pheonix and jumps up for the bulldog, but Pheonix somehow catches Logan as he passes on the side and nails him with a sidewalk slam. Pheonix covers, but only gets a short two. Pheonix slams the mat, arguing with the ref for a moment, before getting up. He helps Logan to his feet and hits a belly to belly suplex that sends Logan flying to the other side of the ring! Pheonix once again goes over and picks Logan up before kicking him in the gut and hoisting him up for a powerbomb. Instead of going for the jackknife, he does a simple standing powerbomb, holds on and hits another. He pins after the second one and the ref goes down to count: One! Two! Kickout! Pheonix argues with the ref again, but once again turns his attention back to Logan, who is not really making a move to get to his feet yet. Pheonix sees this and smirks as he drags Logan into the middle of the ring and steps over him with his leg, then wraps Logan’s legs around his and locks in the sharpshooter!)

HS: “Pheonix is looking to not only injure, but humiliate Logan here by using his own finishing submission hold on him!”

FJ: “Pheonix does it much better I think.”

(Logan writhes in pain as he tries to get to the ropes. He gains a foot every second, inching closer and closer to the rope break. With a final lunge, Logan makes it to the ropes and Pheonix is forced to release the hold after a long four count.)

HS: “Logan may have gotten out of that hold, but the damage has been done. It takes a lot out of you to pull yourself over to the ropes in a sharpshooter, especially when the man applying it is bigger than you.”

FJ: “See, I told you Pheonix was going to win this one!”

HS: “It isn’t over yet, Frank.”

(Pheonix motions for the match to end as he mocks slitting his throat with his thumb. He goes over to Logan and picks him up by the back of his head, then arches him over and hits an inverted suplex on him. Pheonix pins, but Logan kicks out after a long two. Pheonix helps Logan up again, this time kicking him in the gut and hitting a pump handle slam on him. He covers Logan again, again only getting a long two. Pheonix slams the mat in frustration and quickly helps Logan up again before whipping him into the ropes and nailing a HUGE spinebuster on him! Pheonix covers again: One! Two! Three! No! Logan got his shoulder up at the last moment!)

HS: “Pheonix is having trouble putting Logan away here!”

FJ: “It’s only a matter of time Herb!”

(Pheonix is furious, but he calms himself down and helps Logan up again. He whips him into the ropes and goes for a STO! Logan ducks it and catches Pheonix in a full arm twist before hitting him with a leg drop assisted facebuster, also known as the Rocker Dropper! Logan quickly locks in his Chaos Containment crossface and Pheonix has no choice but to tap after a few moments of excruciating pain in the middle of the ring! The ref calls for the bell and gets the United States championship back from the ring aide. “In The End” by Linkin Park starts to play as the ref hands the US title over to Logan and raises the champion’s arm high into the air.)

HS: “The United States champion has retained his belt!”

FJ: “Nooooo! Pheonix’s undefeated streak is over!”

(Logan stands quickly after the bell rings and raises one hand into the air. He then turns to regard Pheonix. He reaches down and hauls Pheonix back to his feet, picks him up into a fireman’s carry and delivers the Omega Stryke.)

HS: “There’s no need for any this! The match is over!”

FJ: “Quiet Herb! I won’t have you spoiling any of my fun.”

(Logan goes to the near ropes and slides out of the ring. He forcibly removes the time keeper from his chair, then picks up the chair and folds it up.)

FJ: “Oh, I’m getting a sense of déjà vu all over again!”

(Logan slides the chair into the ring and follows after. As he goes to pick up the chair, the referee gets in his face.)

HS: “Good. The ref is going to try and restore some order before this gets out of hand.”

(Logan raises his hands and backs up slightly. He then kicks the referee in the midsection, grabs him by the shirt and pants and throws him out of the ring between the top and middle ropes.)

FJ: “You see! That’s what happens when you try and detract from my sense of enjoyment! So just sit down and enjoy the show!”

(Logan readies the chair and hits Pheonix across the back with it once he reaches his feet. Pheonix stumbles forward into the ropes and back, as Logan runs to the ropes on Pheonix’s right. He come back off the ropes and uses the extra momentum to connect with a chair shot to the head that echoes across the arena. Pheonix drops to the mat.)

HS: “What a thunderous shot!”

FJ: “I bet they heard that two towns over.”

(Logan throws the chair down and stands over Pheonix. He wastes no time in grabbing Pheonix and pulling him back to his feet. He delivers a low blow via a kick, pulls him over to the chair and then delivers a double arm DDT onto it.)

FJ: “I’ll give him credit. Logan sure likes to mix up his moves when he beats someone up.”

(Pheonix rolls off the chair holding his head. Logan moves over to Pheonix and drops onto him letting loose with mounted punches to the forehead of his dazed opponent.)

HS: “Someone has to stop this! Where’s security?”

(Logan climbs off of Pheonix and rolls him over so he’s face down, then applies a choke sleeper. AWA officials rush down towards the ring as Logan rolls Pheonix over and applies a body scissors for good measure. The officials flood the ring and attempt to pry Logan off of Pheonix. After almost a minute, they are successful. They also manage to remove Logan from the ring and begin escorting him towards the backstage area. Logan pays little attention to them as he stares coldly, back towards the ring.)

HS: “What has gotten into him over the last two weeks?”

FJ: “It’s hard to say Herb. Personally… I think it’s a change for the better.”

HS: “You would…”

******COMMERCIAL******

(Jayson Price is heading down the hallway on his way to the ring. On his way he passes A.C. Smith's locker room. He knocks on the door and A.C. Smith looking very upset.)

Price: Hey, what's wrong with you? Oh yeah, the Unholy Heroes did attack you several times over the past month or two. But don't worry about that I'm not here to fight. I'm hear to wish you good luck. Because with Jeff Christianson as your tag partner you're going to need it. I should know. I remember when we were tag team partners. I always had to do all the work and he got all the credit as the veteran of the team. I hope you don't have that problem too.

(Jayson walks away as quick as he came.)

FJ: A.C. should listen to him. Misery knows what he's talking about.

HS: Jayson really seems obsessed about getting under the skin of Jeff Christianson for whatever reason. I hope we find out the reason behind this soon.

FJ: I don't care, as long as he beats Jeff senseless I'm happy.

HS: Typical Frank. Let's get to the ring. Hopefully, Jayson’s comment didn’t have any effect on A.C. before his big tag title match.

FJ: Yeah, to the ring. Holly is going to eat Misery ALIVE!

HS: That's your assumption, Frank.

FJ: ...Like a two piece with a side order of cole slaw.

(You knew that I was comin' cuz you heard my name, but you don't know my game, and never felt my pain.

Can't read my brain, but you read my lips, and got scared when you heard that I was comin' wit hits!

Now don't even trip, be a man instead and give thanks I'm alive when I should be dead uh!

I'm in the red, cuz my mind's distortin', people claimin' they know me, but they only know a PORTION!

I'ma move mountains and touch the sun, don't get scared now, you knew this day would come.

So hold your bids, all bets is closed, and...)

(BOOM! Pyros ignite at the top of the ramp as smoke envelopes the entranceway. A shadowy form can be seen standing nonchalantly at the top of the ramp as Kid Rock's “Devil Without a Cause” blares over the speakers.)

HS: And here comes the 7'8” 500 lbs Steve Holly...

FJ: Fucking Frankenstien.

HS: Ya know, Frank, if he heard you popping off like you are, he wouldn't be too happy about it. You might wanna watch it.

(As the smoke settles around the stage, Steve Holly emerges wearing a black bandanna, and dark black shades. Holly takes a moment to consider the fans and offers a confident smirk as he makes his way to the ring. Holly pops his neck and rolls both arms to losen his shoulders. Finally, “The Hellraiser” stops at the end of the ramp to regard some fans once again, all the while popping fingers on each fist.)

HS: He sure looks ready for this match.

(Holly finally gets to the ring as he climbs up and steps over the top rope. Pacing around the ring, Holly removes his shades and bandanna uncovering his pony-tailed sandy-blonde hair. He regards the fans one more time before walking to the far corner and sitting on the top turnbuckle, awaiting his opponent.)

HS: Although there is a major size difference, you can't count Price out of this one. He is the Cruiserweight champion.

FJ: And? Steve Holly is a fucking bear. He is going to maul Price.

HS: Just watch the match, Jackson.

(As Holly looks on towards the ramp, “Where do you Draw the Line?” by Autumn to Ashes kicks in on the P.A. Jayson Price begins making his way to the ring, with his girlfriend, Annette, by his side and his briefcase in his hand. He looks at Holly, who is prompting him to get into the ring. Holly has a look of confidence on his face as he looks at Price. Price stares back at him for a moment, and sets his briefcase down. He steps up the ring steps, all the while with his eyes glued on Holly. He steps into the ring, and keeps looking at him)

HS: Price knows what is in that ring waiting for him. He knows that this is going to be a hell of a challenge. He must use his speed and quickness in this one to get past Holly. This isn't going to be easy.

FJ: Yeah. This isnt Orlando Ortega that we are talking about here.

HS: You really aren't giving him any credit, are you? You don't remember that he is fresh off a massive victory over NHL? And you don't remember that Holly is fresh off a U.S. title loss to Logan Alexander?

FJ: Yeah, I do. I also know that Holly is going to be pissed about that, and he is going to take it out all on Price. This is going to be a great thing to see.

(As the bell rings, the two of them stare eachother down from opposite sides of the ring. Holly takes the first advantage, and charges Price. Price sees him coming, and ducks out of the way. Holly crashes directly into the turnbuckle, and bounces out. He stumbles right into Price, who delivers a few choice lefts and rights to the face and chest area of Holly. Holly staggers back, and Price grabs him, and irish whips him to the ropes. Holly comes bounding off, and Price nails a flying shoulder block, but it does nothing to phase the overly massive Steve Holly. Price gets back to his feet, and looks at Holly, who is telling him to get one more in. Price bounce off the ropes again, and hits him with a standing shoulder block, which does even less. Holly tells him one more time, and Price does it again, only this time to be met with a huge boot to his face that instantly takes Price off of his feet.)

FJ: And now...the ass whuppin starts.

(Price grabs his jaw in pain, as Holly stalks him again. He gets Price to his feet, and lifts him high in the air, and sends him crashing to the mat with a gorilla press slam. Price smacks the mat, hard. As Price tries to get to his feet, Steve Holly helps him, and goes to hit him with a German Suplex, but Price brings his foot up, and catches Holly square in the balls! Holly folds over, and Price grabs him by the head, and delivers a huge implant DDT. Holly rattles the mat as he hits it, and is laid out cold. Price goes for the cover, but the ref is only able to count one before Holly sends Price flying halfway across the ring with a powerful kickout.)

HS: What a kickout by Holly.

(Price quickly gets to his feet, as Holly is struggling to get to one knee. Holly gets to one knee, but Misery rushes him, and delivers a shining wizard kick to the back of Holly's head, knocking him senseless. Holly sways back and forth, but his massive frame won't let him fall to the ground. Holly is out on one knee. Misery grabs him by the Hair, and delivers shot after shot to Holly's face. The powerful blows rattle Holly, and the big man finally falls over to the side. Price grabs Holly, and gets him back to his feet. He goes to whip Holly to the ropes, but Holly plants his feet, and whips Price to the ropes, however, he stops it to a short arm, and send Price back, and into a kitchen sink! Price hits the mat. Holly, then recovers for a minute, and then goes back after Misery. He grabs Misery, and lifts him in the air again, and sends him crashing to the ground with a full nelson slam. Price lays on the mat for a minute, and Holly goes for the cover. 1...2...but Price gets his shoulder up in time to break the fall.)

HS: Price is giving it all he has got tonight, but Holly is the bigger man, and he is getting the best of Price right now.

FJ: What did I tell you?

(Price stumbles around the ring as he gets back to his feet. Holly grabs his, and whips him to the ropes. Price comes bouncing back, and Holly goes for a clothesline. Price ducks it, and slides in between Holly's legs. He gets back up as Holly is turning around, and delivers a standing dropkick right to the knee of Holly! The shot breaks Holly down, and Price cracks a few shots to the dome of Holly. Holly gets his head rocked back and forth by the shots deliverd by Price. He then grabs Holly with a sleeper hold. The hold gets tightened around the neck of Holly, and Holly is breaking down, and Price is hanging on his back, clinging to his neck. The ref goes to check Holly, but is only able to drop his arm once. Holly quickly fights the hold off. He gets to one knee, with Price still locked onto his neck, and hanging on his back. He gets to his feet, and lifts himself up, with Price hanging from him. He falls back into a turnbuckle, hoping to get Price off of him, but it doesn't work. He then goes to the middle of the ring, and drops down backwards, crushing Price in between the mat and the 500 lbs that is Steve Holly)

HS: OH! I am sure Price is going to feel that tomorrow.

(Price immediately releases the hold. The two of them lay prone in the middle of the ring, until Holly is finally able to get to his feet. Holly edges over to the Price, and gets him to his feet. He then whips him to the ropes again, and levels him with a spinebuster. Holly gets him quickly back to his feet, and lifts him up again. He wraps his hand around the throat of Price, and lifts him up for a Kane style chokeslam, but Price is able to jump over his shoulders, and get in behind him. Holly quickly goes to throw a backhanded punch, but Price ducks it, and kicks Holly in the midsection, and hits a version of his own of the twist of faith. Holly is out cold, and Price gets back up to his feet. Price goes towards Holly, and applies a few stomps to the chest of Holly. Holly takes the shots, and grabs at his chest, gasping for air. Price smiles, and goes to the top rope.)

FJ: Price is going for the top ropes!

(Price looks at the crowd, and then jumps off the ropes with an elbow drop, only to hit....nothing. Holly sees him coming, and moves out of the way, and Price cracks the mat. Price is laid out on the mat.)

FJ: WHOOO HOOO!!! CRASH AND FUCKIN BURN!!!

(Holly quickly takes the advantage, and gets Price up, and hits him with a pumphandle slam. He then signals to the crowd that he is goin for the Journey to Hell!)

HS: There is the signal. Holly is going to try to end this.

(Holly then waits for Price to get up. He then takes his hand, puts it all the way into fucking Boston, and slaps it right across the throat of Price. He then goes and lifts him to the top rope. But, as he is getting to the second rope, Price pokes him in the eyes, making Holly let go of the hold. He then grabs Holly by the head, and hits a tornado DDT right off the top rope!)

HS: WHAT A MOVE BY PRICE!!! HOLLY IS OUT COLD!!!

(Price quickly gets Holly up to his feet. He then sets him up for a butterfly suplex, but as he is lifting him in the air, he brings his face down on his knee for a devastating facebuster!)

FJ: Life's final Jest! It has to be over!

(Price gets the cover on Holly for the 1...2...3!!!)

HS: Price got him! David beat Goliath!

(Autumn to Ashes plays again, as Price and Annette celebrate their win. Price slides out of the ring, and heads to the back.)

HS: So, what happened to Holly “Eating” Price alive, huh?

FJ: I never said that! I never said that!

HS: “Yeah, whatever. Waite a minute… We're receiving word that we've regained sight of the masked man from earlier on int he night. Let's take a look.”

(We cut to the back and we see that masked man carrying that duffle bag, but it seems to be filled up to the max. He gently sets the bag down on the concrete and disarms the vehicle. He pops the trunk and he lifts the bag and sets it down on the door and he gently slides it back into the H3. He closes the trunk and opens the driver side door and gets in. The man starts the Hummer and leaves the parking lot.)

HS: “I wonder what's in that duffle bag?”

FJ: “I don't know, but since it was on TV, I'm sure we'll find out sooner rather than later.”

HS: “I think you're right. Someone WANTED this to be seen. The question is WHO and WHAT do they want?”

FJ: “Answer that and you'll find your mystery man.”

******COMMERCIAL******

HS: “After what has been an all too crazy night, we’re finally ready for our Main Event!”

FJ: “And I tell you what, I cannot wait!”

HS: “It’s the moment you’ve all been waiting for as Lars Frederickson will defend his World Title against not one, not two, but THREE opponents: Low, Brian Stevens and NHL! Oh, it’s going to be an instant classic!”

FJ: “Amen to that. Three former Administration members going at it. And throw in the history that NHL has with Stevens AND Low, it’s a pressure cooker just waiting to explode!”

HS: “We’re a little pressed for time, folks, so we have to get going. If you’re just joining us, you’ve missed an incredible show, but you can read the recap later tonight online after the show is over. But you don’t want to miss this next match up!”

(The bell rings and the four men begin circling one another, each looking for an opening. Brian Stevens reacts first, going straight for NHL. Low and Lars join in on the fun, and it’s suddenly a three on one as they stomp away at NHL. They eventually boot him all the way out of the ring.)

HS: “This is just wrong. It’s an Administration three on one!”

FJ: “When the World Title is on the line, anything is possible!”

(Once NHL is out of the ring, the three turn their attention to one another. Stevens nods at Low and they then begin a two on one assault on Lars. Lars fends off Stevens, blocking some strikes, and even lands a huge right of his own, sending Stevens to the mat. But this leaves an opening for Low to land an elbow to Lars’ head. Low then unloads with a barrage of knife edge chops, backing Lars into the corner. Low glances behind him where Brian Stevens is waiting, and then proceeds to whip Lars towards him. But the Californian reverses it and Low goes charging at Stevens. Stevens backs away, aiming to hold their alliance, but Low, ever the opportunist, catches Stevens off guard with a clothesline!)

HS: “So much for alliances.”

FJ: “Low trusts no one. And no one should trust Low.”

(Stevens rolls out of the ring where NHL meets him. The two begin trading furious blows, from months of tension, getting the crowd behind them. Inside the ring, Low and Lars, who has regained his composure in Low’s delay, begin jawing at one another and sizing the other up. There is as much mutual respect between the two as there is distain, but neither wants to show it. Low holds his hand up as to lock up, and Lars takes the bait. Or does he? As soon as their hands meet, Low unloads with a kick, but Lars is already the wiser and drops to the mat with a Japanese arm drag. Both men are back on their feet, again having a stare down.)

HS: “Look at NHL and Stevens, they’re trying to kill each other! Their brawl has spilled into the crowd!”

FJ: “What about Lars and Low? You can cut this tension with a knife! Man, this isn’t how I expected this all to turn out.”

(Half the crowd is focused on the raucous between NHL and Stevens, the other half is watching the stalemate in the ring, trying to determine who will get the upperhand between Lars and Low first. This time, Lars reacts first, taunting Low into a power lock. Lars, though, sidesteps and locks in a headlock on Low. But the nine-time World Champion saw it coming and grabs Lars by the leg, dropping him onto his stomach, and trying for an ankle lock. Lars immediately kicks himself free and rolls forward. Again, both men are toe to toe.)

(Meanwhile, NHL and Stevens have once again battled over the barricade, and are back on the ring side. Stevens is starting to gain the upper hand now, straying from the blind brawling and focusing more on strikes now. Just as he is about to nail a huge elbow, NHL charges at him and rams him back first into the apron. NHL then whips him across, backfirst, into the steel barricade with a loud CLANG!)

HS: “Oh, did you see that. Stevens just connected hard with the cold, unforgiving steel.”

FJ: “No, I didn’t. I was too busy watching that great chain of reversals from Low and Lars. Chicken wing… wrist lock… now another chicken wing… another wrist lock… an arm bar… oh, Lars with an arm bar of his own… Low reverses behind him, possibly a German… no Lars reverses back. But no, Low steps back into the ropes and springs himself free. My goodness, both men are on their feet again. What a great display of technical wrestling!”

HS: “Wow. Those two have each other scouted so well. Neither of them wants to make a mistake, they’re just trying to outdo each other.”

FJ: “Yeah, and NHL and Stevens look to be out for blood!”

(With Stevens on the tarmac in pain, NHL slides back into the ring. He sees that Low and Lars have locked up into a stalemate, and the crowd cheers as he hits the ropes. Lars and Low release each other a moment too late, and are both felled with a double lariat from NHL. The crowd roars with excitement as the Scranton native continues on into the ropes. Lars is on his feet first, but only for a moment, because NHL drops him with a flying clothesline. NHL hits the ropes again as Low staggers to his feet. He too is felled with a flying clothesline. NHL climbs up to his feet, pumped, and he begins gesturing for Lars and Low to climb to their feet. Low does first and NHL nails him with an Implant DDT. He then begins to stalk Lars, and as soon as Lars makes it up to his feet, NHL attacks.)

HS: “OH! Rake to the eye. Lars was playing possum.”

FJ: “That’s why he’s the World Champ!”

HS: “That’s right… cheating.”

(Lars falls to one knee, gathering his composure, as NHL staggers back for a moment. When NHL turns around back towards Lars, the World Champion leaps off the mat and unloads with a huge clothesline that folds NHL up. Lars instantly lifts NHL off the mat and up into a fireman’s carry. But NHL floats off and Lars turns around into a clothesline. However, Lars manages to duck the move at the last moment, and NHL stops dead in his tracks, reeling around. SMACK! Lars connects with a quick superkick out of nowhere, right to NHL’s jaw.)

HS: “SUPERKICK! Oh, NHL is reeling!’

FJ: “He pulled that out of his ass! What a counter by Lars!”

(NHL staggers backward and stumbles over the ropes. Just then, Richard O. Dickinson III hops up onto the apron, drawing the referee’s attention. Lars wheels around to inspect the commotion. Big mistake.)

FJ: “LOW BLOW! LOW BLOW FROM LOW!”

HS: “The great equalizer. With this many men competing, it’s hard to keep track of everyone. Low might just cheat himself to yet another World Title.”

FJ: “This is crazy! Look out Low!”

HS: “IT’S STEVENS!”

(Low turns around only to have Brian Stevens catch him around the head.)

HS: “ACE CRUSHER! ACE CRUSHER!”

FJ: “This is crazy… WAIT A MINUTE!”

(Low shoves Stevens off, and he bounds into the ropes. Instead, Stevens wheels around to a kick from Low. Moments later, Stevens is out cold.)

HS: “LOW STUNNER! LOW STUNNER! LOW STUNNER!”

FJ: “I can’t keep up!”

HS: “HERE COMES THE PIN!”

FJ: “TEN TIME! TEN TIME! TEN TIME!”

HS: “Lars and NHL are rushing in… can they make it in time!”

FJ: “ONE!”

HS: “TWO!”

FJ: “THR---..”

HS: “WHAT THE HELL?”

FJ: “What is Low doing?”

HS: “He released the pin? He might’ve won it. Lars and NHL have stopped in their tracks too.”

FJ: “OH NO! NOT HIM!”

HS: “It’s OOO! That’s what made Low get up!”

FJ: “What the hell is he doing?”

HS: “I guess this was the payback he’s talking about?”

(NHL, Low and Lars all step toward OOO. Low suddenly charges him, but OOO darts right by Low. Instead, he goes for ROD??? OOO begins unloading on ROD, throwing rights and lefts. Security leaps over the guardrail and about five guys struggle to pull him off.)

HS: “OOO is attacking ROD? WHY?”

FJ: “ROD MUST’VE BEEN THE ONE WHO SLASHED OOO’S TIRES! He’s a genious!”

HS: “That must mean that ROD also sent the Squasher after OOO. It wasn’t Low. It was ROD? But why?”

FJ: “Wh… why the hell is the bell ringing?”

HS: “HUH?”

FJ: “THE REFEREE JUST CALLED FOR THE BELL!”

(NHL and Low turn around towards the referee, completely befuddled. They see that Lars has rolled out of the ring, rushing for his World Title.)

HS: “LARS PINNED STEVENS! ADMIST ALL THIS CHAOS, LARS PINNED STEVENS!”

FJ: “What? No way?”

HS: “THE REFEREE IS DECLARING HIM THE WINNER!”

FJ: “I can’t believe it… LARS RETAINED! LARS RETAINED!”

HS: “Look… OOO has stopped… he’s letting security take him away… you don’t think?”

FJ: “Think what?”

HS: “This couldn’t have been OOO’s plan from the start, could it? You don’t think he and Lars are in cahoots do you? I don’t know what’s going on?”

FJ: “Me neither! All I know is that Lars Frederickson is STILL THE AWA WORLD CHAMPION!”

(The camera focuses on Low and NHL, who are now furious. Lars is quickly backing up the entranceway, as ROD is rolling around like he’s been shot. The camera focuses on the laughing face of OOO as the entire arena is silent, excluding ROD.)

HS: “That’s all the time we have. We’ll have to figure out what the hell is going on next week!”

FJ: “Maybe Travis Gray can sort this whole mess out. BUT LARS IS STILL THE CHAMP!”

HS: “For Frank Jackson, I’m Herb Summers… we’ll see you next week.”