(The parental advisory appears and remains for close to ten seconds before fading and for a few moments leaving nothing but a blank black screen. Then slowly scenes from last weeks Battle Royal begin to play, we see competitor after competitor thrown over the top rope, until it is down to just three. Brian Stevens then eliminates Brian Williams)

(Suddenly, the fans erupt in cheers as "Drink New Blood" by Iggy Pop begins to play and the 49% owner of the AWA; The Legendary Low, comes out onto the stage... on crutches. He nods at the crowd before slowly making his way down the ramp, as the heavily breathing John Williams and Brian Stevens look on with confused looks on their faces. Finally, Low stops just a few steps away from the ring and is given a microphone.)

LOW: "Allow me, YOUR eight-time World Heavyweight Champion, to give these fine wrestlers up there a chance to catch their breath as they listen to me, the very reason they now have a chance at the AWA World title, to speak my mind on a few things that have been said in the past week..."

(Low points at Williams and Stevens.)

LOW: "Before I, your BOSS, make an announcement that should be of interest for you."

"Oh yeah, Jeff Christianson even pointed it out. The fact is ten men had another chance at the World title, and many of these guys tried but could NOT defeat The Legendary Low. So everybody should be happy I was injured by some masked coward last week."

"But hey, you should all be lucky, as the so-called 'legend' Lars Fredrickson has returned to run his mouth. He probably hasn't watched AWA television in years, yet he feels he is qualified to talk about yours truly. I never brought the same to the ring that you did, Lars? That's right! I was excellent! I was unbeatable! I was enduring! You were a product of wrestling's attitude era. You were a quick fix at a time where promoters were looking for something quick to suck dry and then spit out."

"The Legendary Low, he is enduring, Lars Fredrickson. He was here when the LWA died a quick death. He was here when The Hostile Alliance ran rampant. He was here when Drake Hyde was 'pressure driven'. He was here when Brian Williams used a lack of competition for what people his 'death grip' on the World title. And he was here when the glorious Family made its return after all these years. Seriously, who would have thought The Paramedics would make a return to save their dying division? Through it all, Lars, I've been here, and I am the reason this company has gone from a small-time Midwest 'rasslin' show' to an international multi-million dollar phenom."

(The crowd applauds Low, while Williams just looks on and Stevens yawns.)

LOW: "And speaking of Brian Williams, the guy who is still clinging to his last great night, Hell Bowl 2004, two years later. Williams, your Hell Bowl performance is nothing compared to mine. And to set the record straight, don't tell half truths. I beat you CLEANLY, without the help of a collapsing cage, at Hell On Earth. I beat you at Springs And Breaks to win the war. You won Vortex and some meaningless tag team match two years ago. Don't forget the double-pins, the draws, the no-contests. The reality is, Brian Williams, you have been forgotten just like Lars Fredrickson has, with the only difference that you were still around to witness it."

(More applause from the fans.)

LOW: "And Stevens, you did the one thing you do NEARLY as well as I do, you ran your mouth. You see, if your name actually meant something around here, I might actually respond to what you've said. However, there is one response you're deserving off..."

(Suddenly, Low makes a loud farting sound into the microphone, as the fans cheer and Stevens yells at him.)

LOW: "Now, now, save your energy, because you are about to compete for what you don't deserve to hold, Stevens. I'm almost sorry for stealing your spotlight, but who knows, if Whisper actually gets his ass up and remembers that he owns part of this company and is in a war with Low, I might not get another chance to say my piece next week. Considering I am the best, the greatest, the most successful wrestler this company will EVER know, I think I earned the right to say a couple of things, right?"

(The fans cheer again.)

LOW: "BUT... I am here for another reason. This belt over there..."

(He points towards the announcer holding the World title belt.)

LOW: "This belt over there deserves a REAL new Champion, and a REAL Champion doesn't win titles by throwing people from a ring. So therefore, Williams and Stevens, you are now going to finish what you started the way it is supposed to happen. Pinfall or submission, no disqualification!"

(The fans cheer, while the wrestlers seem to agree with Low.)

LOW: "So I will sit right over there, watch you guys do your thing and then present the new Champion with the World title belt."

(As Low drops the microphone, a referee slides into the ring and Williams and Stevens start circling each other. We watch as they begin to fight, and then witness the events that take place between Low and Stevens. We see Low reveal that he is fine, and then watch as Williams brings Stevens back into the match eventually hitting him with "Lights Out" and gaining the pin. We then cut to see Williams standing with the World Title high in the air in front of the wall of pyro. This scene fades us to black and then the Shock Video and Theme begin to play.)

(They play through with the video ending with the scene of John Williams holding the World Title. Moments later we are inside the Baltimore Arena moving through the seas of screaming fans. We take in the scenes, signs supporting both the Pro and Anti AWA sides, as well as a number of signs that have the likeness of the new World Champ. The arena is still a buzz when "Lights Out" by P.O.D begins to play. Moments Later the World Champion steps out onto the ramp the World Title displayed proudly on his pin striped suit covered shoulder. Williams who is dressed sharply in fancy street clothes makes his way down to the ring slapping the hands of all of the AWA fans as he moves. Eventually he reaches the ring and uses the stairs to enter and then heads for the far side where he requests a microphone. Once receiving his mic Williams moves to the middle of the ring facing the ramp and begins to speak.)

WILLIAMS: " Now I don't plan to run my mouth for long, because that just isn't my style, its going to be short sweet and to the point. Now I am not usually one for I told ya so, but Hell why not! I TOLD YO SO!

(Williams pauses with a big smile on his face as the crowd erupts once again. He waits until things are close to a normal level again before continuing.)

WILLIAMS: "There were so many doubters, so many that thought John Williams would never again see the top of the mountain, even though I have continually told the world that they had not seen the last of 'The Icon'. But each and every person that doubted my ability to rise above has been silenced."

"Now I will make no promises, but I will say this. As long as I hold this title I will fight with everything I have to ensure that it does not fall into the wrong hands That means you WHisper and you Lars Fredrickson, and you Dark Warrior, and you Brian Stevens, and so on and so on. Now if that means taking on the entire Anti AWA alliance by myself, well then that is just what I will do."

(Another eruption from the crowd stops Williams.)

WILLIAMS: "Now as far as Wrestlefest goes, I have to admit for the most part, I don't have any clue what is going to happen, I don't know if Low will win out and the AWA will live on, or whether Whisper will win and realize his goal in destroying what we have all worked so hard to build."

"But one thing is for sure, and that is that the AWA World Title will remain in the hands of someone who gives a damn. Now between now and Wrestlefest, what I have stated in the past still stands, anyone that dares to try and take away my livelihood, they will get what they deserve."

"I really don’t have anything to say more than I have said, you can believe what I have said, or you can ignore it, but make your choice wisely, as you will be forced to live with it. I would say more, but it really wouldn't help, we are far beyond words, I will do my talking inside this ring by dealing in a very physical way with anyone who bothers to step in and try and take what is mine."

(With that Williams tosses the mic to the mat and exits the ring as "Lights Out" Begins to play once more.)

HS: "Ladies and Gentlemen that was Your World Heavyweight Champion. Obviously he plans on using the momentum of his win to make sure that Whisper and anyone else who opposes the AWA is unable to gain any kind of advantage."

FJ: "Yeah well, I guess we will have to see, I am sure there are a number of people that can't wait to get their hands on Williams and that title."

HS: "I am sure you are right there, there is always a lengthy list of people gunning for that title, and none of them will stop without giving their all."

HS: "Folks it is time for our first commercial break of the evening, but don’t go far as the action will be flying fast and furious when we come back."

***********COMMERCIAL BREAK************

(We quickly cut to the back to see John Rourke entering the building. Suddenly, a man with a black hood, in a black jumpsuit, runs up behind him and clips him in the leg. The man continues to put the boots to the leg that Rourke previously had injured at the hands of Whisper. Finally security tries to Rush in but we see the man in black sprint inside the building.)

HS: "He's back again?"

FJ: "He's here until the AWA dies Herb. That's what my sources tell me."

HS: "Who in the hell are your sources Frank?"

FJ: "That will be revealed when the time comes."

(Our scene cuts back to the floor and as it does the sound of “Stand Up,” performed by T.I. featuring Lil’ Jon, Trick Daddy, and Lil’ Wayne, begins to play in the speakers throughout the arena. At the first sound of the beat all the lights are extinguished, to be replaced by a single purple spotlight. Standing in the light is Winter.)

FJ: Winter Santiaga already one win up after graduating from the 'Proving Grounds' of the AWA. Now as she has another 'opportunity' two more graduates; Mason Storm and Nicholas Pride seeking tat step up in the rtanking of the American Wrestling Alliance here tonight.

(Winter walks seductively toward the ring, her hips swaying to the hard hip-hop beat, amid the chorus of boos from her many ‘fans.’ She climbs the ropes and positions herself in the center of the ring, her right hand on her hip and a sly grin on her face. As the house lights in the Baltimore Arena extinguish "Tell Me" by Ra begins to play softly at first. The referee backs Winter up into a neutral corner. The music picks up and colored lights flash about the arena, illuminating the figure of Nicholas Pride standing at the top of the entrance ramp. He looks out at the crowd with an impassive look on his face and then focuses on the ring in front of him. Without a hurry, Nicholas makes his way down to the ring, tightening his gloves and adjusting his glasses. He rolls into the ring and raises his hands to the crowd with a distant look on his face.)

HS: Nicholas Pride seeming to be more interested in his own appearance than with who is waiting in the ring for him....

(Filter's "Welcome to the Fold" suddeny blasts from the pA saystem.)

FJ: Or apparantly for this man, Mason Storm.

(Mason charges down the ramp and grabs the ankles of Nicholas Pride before he has gained his balance and pulls him sharply from the ring and begins laying down a hail of blows on Nicholas Pride. An Irish Whip sends Pride into the security barrier, and the fans at ringside show their appreciation of this 'up close and personal' moment. Mason drives home a big boot and Pride collapses to the mat. As Mason turns Winter exits the ring via a Springboard Dropkick.)

HS: Winter let the men go at it but she is not about to let a man as big and heavy as Mason get in there with her.

FJ: So she decided it was smarter to be outside?

(Mason takes the dropkick squarely and is knocked back almost tripping over Nicholas.Winter takes a leaf out of Mason's book and strikes a 'homer' with a Big Boot of her own and Mason now looks more than a litlle daze as Winter presses the advantage; pulling the 6'2, 264 punder down to her level Winter locks in a headlock and rails punch after punch screaming her rage into the crowd who cheer back!)

HS: Winter proving she is a woman equal to the men, and Pride still on the ground there and the ref has given up with the warning and has started the count.

FJ: Holy crap, listen to Winter roar!!!

(Mason Storm and Winter get down to trading blows with each while on the ground Pride rolls free shaking clear the dizziness from his assault from Mason. Despite her passion Winter starts to loose the ar of fists as she hits Mason with straight punch after punch but Storm's heavire, clubbing Uppercut and Forearm Smash are punctuated with rocking Chops to the chest of Winter! Evantually Mason gets the upper hand on Winter and rolls her into the ring breaking the refetree's count at around .. 8. Nicholas Pride capitalises on Mason focus on Winter moving in behind hims and locking in a a Full-Nelson lock and Mson suddenly tries to thrash hs way free but Pride ends the struggle by dropping Mason Storm to the mats from a crucifix powerbomb into a sit down neckbreaker. Winter slide back out and seeing Stoerm on the ground ad Prides's feet she joins in a poinding on him with stomps to his head and upper body. Mason tries to protect himself but the assault is brutal as both Winter and Pride do not seem to back off untilk th referee makes it clear that he will count all three of the out with a quick-count unless they bring into the ring. Working toigether Nicholas and Winter pick Mason up and roll him into the ring. Suddenly Winter strikes out behind her with an elbow to Nicholas Pride's face. Pride staggers back as Winter slides into the ring to roll Mason for a pin.)

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(Pride reaches in through the bottom rope, grabbing Wnter byher ankle pulls her back out of the ring. Spinning her around his slap to her face is blocked but Nicholas Pride pulls her head down by the haor and drops her into the ground by a reverse DDT. Then it is his turn to roll into the ring and cover Mason Storm.)

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(Mason powers out of the pin this time and both men start to recover themselves. Winter slides in and retyurns the hair-pull favour Nicholas Pride by commiting a Hair Pull Takedown. Mason gets to his feet as Winter drags Nicholas back up in an Armbar, but Pride twists free as she goes to convert it into an Arm Drag and allows Pride to lock her into a Spinebuster. Msason charges in but Pride ducks the Clothesline, and as Mason hits the ropes Nicholas has Mason scout and strikes out with a tornado hook kick. Mason somehow kills his momwntum and catches Pride's foot ad for a long, ong second te two stare at each othe before Mason pulls Pride into a Bear Hug that quickly turns bad. Pride takes a Belly to Belly Suplex from Mson and is swiftly rolled for he pin Realsing the danger though, and is if out of nowhere Winter has regained her feet and hits both men witha Standing Moonsault, breaking the count. Nicholas Pride is the first to pull himself free of the mess, and takes the opportunity to unload a series of jabs, hooks, and haymakers on Winter as hse gets to her knees. Winter tries to block but she is forced backwards as Pride's assault is relentless. >Mason pulls himself up at the ropes as Einter duck a hook by Pride then unlkeashes a Spinning Heel Kick. Pride reels and Winter conects with a Backflip Kick that sends Pride to the ropes and her into embrace of Mason who execdutes a Snap Suplex on her as Pride stumbles trough the ropes. Mason rolls her fopr the pin)

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(Winter thrust an elbow up to break the count and Mason does not waste time and pick Winter up sending her to the ropes and drops her again to the mat via a Clothesline and covers again.)

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(Pride stomps on Mason after charging back into the ring and he keeps stomping until mason fiorces his way to his feet. Pride hita pair of big uppercuts against Mason Storm , and follows through by driving him back with multiple stiff forearm shots all to the delite of the crowd who cry 'wooooooo!!" woith each impact. Having Mason now pinned up against the ropes Pride countinues his attack by ceaselessly hitting Mason knee lifts to his abdomen. An Irish Whip send Mason across the ring. There is nobody there to stop Pride as he catches the returning Storm in a tilt a whirl slam, and the inevutable cover is quick to follow.)

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(Winter grabs Nicholas's leg and goes for a Figure Four Leg Lock breaking the count. As she fold him in Pride maages to push her free with his foot but by the time he is getting up Winter uses the momentum from Pride's counter to hit the ropes and come back in a Springboard Moonsault Splash! Mason manages to get clear of the imapct site just Winter hit Pride. Winter is not given chance to capitlize, and Mason haul,s her to her feet and Irish Whips her to the ropes but Winter is still reeling from her high-risk assault and triops send herself through the ropes and to the mats with force. Mason turns Nicholas Pride. Locking in a Wristlock on Pride Mason coaxes him to his feet and starts a barrage of Chops to the chest of Nicholas Pride. Again the crowd interact with 'wooooos!' Every now and then Mason slow grinds in the Wristlock before sending Pride to the riopes. Pride come back to Mason and a Running Lariat. But this is not going to end as again Mason grabs the same left arm and this time locks Pride into an Armbar, walks hima around the ring as he smashes ion the stressed limb with clubbing closed fist rights and again sends his man to the ropes and this time raised Pride into a High Angle Backdrop. Despite the pain Pride somehow has presence enough to roll himself out under the nearest bottom rope befor Mason Storm can cose with him again. But. Winter is waiting and grabs the tested arm in asnap and one more time Nicholas is Irish Whiopped this time towards the steel steps, and again his ring presence saves him as he sticks out his foot to break his collision. Winter though is right in behind him and charges Pride with a Running Dropkick To The Back of Nicholas Pride's Knee.)

(The sound of that knee striking the steps is thunderous as Pride collapses holding his leg. Winter moves in on Pride, but from above Mason Storm reaches over and grabs Winter by her hair and pulls up onto apron. She strugles grabbing Mason by the head and the jumps off the apron bringing Mason down hard on the top rope; throat first. Mson reels back clutching his throat and gasping for air while outside the ring Winter Nicholas has staggered around to the other side of the steel steps but winter has not given up her pursuit. Chasing after him Winter uses the steps to gain height and launches herself at Pride taking him down in a Flying Hurricanrana from those steel steps. Recovering quickly Winter tries to get Pride into the ring but his dead weight proves to be a little more tha unmanageable and she can only get him propped up on the aprn as the ref get to ...8, on his count. Mason exits the ring and grabs Winter up in a Firemans Carry which allows pride to sag to the floor again. Mounting to the steps Winter tries to lock in around Mason Storm's head and beging to hail down a series of punches to the back of Storm's head. Atop the steps Mason has to take a moment and appears to stagger a little as Winter realizes her situation and desist from punching the six-footer swaying on top of the four-foot steps. She is suddenly raised from Mason's shoulder into a Hanging Suplex which sends her back into the ring after a very long second. Mason plays to the crowd's appreciation of the power move while in-ring Winter is barely moving at all. From behind Nicholas Pride charges Mason taking him down from the apron by hitting the back of his legs with a running Clothesline. The large man almost completes a backwards summersault as he hits the apron before crashing into the ring mats on the floor. Nicholas pulls Storm to his knees and start a rain down a hail of hard overhand punches and crossface punches.)

(Meanwhile Winter's name is being chanted out by the fans who want to see her back in the figh as Mason begins to respond to Pride's assault by powering him into the security barrier and hitting back with Chops to Pride's chest punctuated by the occasional Uppercut. The two men now showing fatigue are toe-to-toe trading blows cheered on by the fans less than two feet away from the dueling gladiators. Pride dodges around another Uppercut by Mason. Nicholas twist Storm into a fake Crossface Punches, and instead jogs back nailing him with a Big Boot to the gut which double Mson over. As if sixth sense is at work Pride turns to see the revived Winter moving in and dodges the Running Spear leaving Mason to take the blow. Both Mason and Storm crash into the barrier; Pride rolls in then out of the ring to break the referee's count again and clear up the mess on the mat by lifting Winter up off od Mason Storm. Winter is rolled into ring and the Pride's attention falls on Mason. With effort Pride rolls in after Mason, but Winter is shaking the cobwebs away. Pride sees the threat, helping her up Pride pushes back into the rope to get momentum. Carrying Winter into the center of the ring Nicholas plants the woman into the mat with a jumping piledriver. Nicholas rolls for the pin by a lunging Double Axehandle from Mason breaks up the pair at the two-count. )

Mason Storm is on his knees and blocks the first knee lift to his face by Nicholas. Keeping a hold of Prides leg Mason rises from the mat powering Pride from his othner foot backwards into the corner hitting the post in a mess. Mason goes for a little pay back as he sprints into Pride witha High Knee, but Pride ducks and Mason smashes into the post and crumples over the turnbuckle dazed from the impact. Winter barely begins rolling from her point of impact as she sees the two men again too self absorbed to see her Stepping out on to the apron Nicholas stands on the opposite side of the post and grabbing Mason's head in both hands he smashes it once, twice three times off of the top of the turnbuckle. Nicholas Pride maintains his hold on Mason Storm and begins to coax Mason up the ropes where he strikes Mason witha sucker punch. Seeing what is about to come Winter grabs the ropes and pulls herself out of the way as Nicholas Pride hits a Top Rope Reverse DDT. Pride throws his arm over Mason almost instinctively as Wniter struggles to get to her knees.)

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Winter collides with Pride but to late. Pride makes it back to his feet and his arm is raised in victory by the referee.)

HS: "An impressive win here by Pride, and he seems ready headed toward Wrestlefest."

*****************COMMERCIAL BREAK******************************

(As we come back from commercial, the lights slowly dim in the Baltimore Arena. Everyone in attendance immediately starts booing, knowing full well of the young upstart who is about to make his entrance. “Jet Black New Year” by Thursday hits over the PA System and white strobes start dancing, coordinated to the intro. As the secondary intro hits, red flashing lights accompany the white strobes, still mingling with the songs beat. Stevens emerges from the back once the secondary intro hits and stands atop the entrance ramp and stares down into the audience, looking back and forth at his hecklers. This phenom isn’t dressed to wrestle as he is wearing a tight fitting black t-shirt of the band “Donnybrook”, a pair of beat-up boot cut jeans, a studded belt, and black boots. His crimson red streaked jet black hair is worn down and in his face and we notice the lights of his intro dance off the silver lip piercing of “The Sensational One.” Anyhow, Stevens finally makes his way down the ramp, stopping at the bottom to eat up the crowd’s hatred. Stevens continues to the right, circling the ring until he slides in very sudden and unexpectedly and starts cockily pounding his chest before throwing open his arms. Stevens does this at all four sides of the ring, feeding off of the crowds animosity. Brian finally takes a microphone from a stagehand and smugly looks out to the audience…)

“THE SENSATIONAL” BRIAN STEVENS: “Cut the fucking music!”

(Stevens smiles as the fans get even more hostile, erupting in an even louder chorus of boo’s than before…)

STEVENS: “I ASSUME you all know EXACTLY why I’m out here. If you don’t, well, here’s a refresher course: I was SCREWED OVER by Low and John Williams last week in the AWA World Heavyweight Championship Battle Royal! I went through the trouble of eliminating a so-called legend like The Fish. I went through the trouble of throwing out a self-proclaimed monster and hall of famer Brian Williams. I was the last man standing with the exception of John Williams. It was suppose to be MY NIGHT! A night where a real champion is crowned and he takes his throne to reign over this miserable company! “The Icon” John Williams and “The Legendary” Low apparently had other ideas. You see, through constant politicking backstage, John Williams was finally able to get into the ear of Low. And, for some reason or another, Low listened. In fact, Low loved the sweet nothings John was softly speaking into his ear! So much so that Low was willing to just hand over the AWA World Heavyweight Championship! With that said, Low and John Williams can both kiss my ass!

(The crowd violently boo’s Stevens as he is trashing their heroes. Brian Stevens doesn’t care, though. It would seem that he’s had enough and is fed up beyond any form of reasoning…)

STEVENS: “John Williams. You’re suppose to be a man of honor. A man of a solid work ethic and a unrivaled competitive drive. John, you are nothing more now than a goddamn hypocrite and a politicking, gold digging whore! You were HANDED a world title!? On a silver fucking platter, Low just gives you his title! I thought you had the integrity to EARN what you EARN! Apparently, when it came to you, John. I was a bad judge of character. I thought you had the sack to go the distance with me last Sunday. I thought that you were man enough to TRY and beat me. However, in the back of your mind, you KNEW that I was going to win. You knew that I was too fucking good for you. So you stabbed your code of conduct in the back. You stabbed this company in the back. You stabbed your gimmick in the back and you stabbed these people in the back! Bad move, Johnny Boy. Bad fucking move! Because NOW I am hungrier for that title more than I’ve EVER been before. Are you listening, John? I want that title belt! I want the AWA World Heavyweight Championship! A belt that I FUCKING EARNED! A belt that you and that dumb bitch Low robbed me of!”

(The fans still boo, but not nearly as loudly as before. They might have noticed the passion in his voice. Or the conviction of his words. But finally…they are listening…)

STEVENS: “And don’t get me started on you, Low. You stupid son of a bitch. You were the champion that noone could beat. Well, I BEAT YOU! Live on Shock just a month or two ago. I beat you for that belt, Low. In the middle of the ring, your shoulders were pinned to that mat. The ref’s hand touched the canvas. EVERYONE knew I beat you…but the referee reversed his decision and you Pearl Harbored me for the win. A call that NO ONE understands. The boys in the back couldn’t figure it out. The analysts couldn’t figure it out. The dirt sheets couldn’t figure it out. Hell, my own parents watching at home in Minnesota couldn’t figure it out. However, it was clear to me. You were being protected by SOMEONE. Call it a conspiracy theory, but I know for a fact that it was Travis Gray in the earpiece of the referee telling…no THREATENING him to reverse his decision! The referee complied. Yippie. I got fucked over. So, I guess you could say that I’m used to it by now. However, this time I absolutely DO NOT let this one go unanswered!”

(The fans give Stevens a mixed reaction. A smattering of both boo’s and cheer’s are audible but regardless of their stance, Stevens ignores the fans…)

STEVENS: “With that said, I’m not leaving this fucking ring until John Williams, Low, and whoever the hell else walks out here and issue me my rematch for the AWA World Heavyweight Championship, a title that SHOULD be mine!”

(Stevens moves over to the side of the ring nearest the entrance ramp and rests himself on the top rope by nonchalantly resting both arms on the aforementioned rope. The fans grow restless and start chanting “LOW! LOW! LOW!”…)

HS: “Well, it would appear that “The Sensational” Brian Stevens is holding this show hostage. How original.”

FJ: “Oh, piss off, Herb. It’s a good idea and usually something comes out of it. Regardless, Big Shooter, Brian Stevens should be issued a rematch. It’s not like he was fairly beaten for the World title.”

HS: “True but he also didn’t lose the belt. Hence, he isn’t contractually obligated to receive a return match.”

FJ: “Well…that’s just the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. EVER. I mean, who else should get a title shot at John Williams at Wrestlefest?”

HS: “I’m pretty sure that “Dark Warrior” Jeff Christianson is getting that shot. And he DID beat Stevens at Last Man Standing so he does have a case for argument.”

FJ: “Don’t get me wrong, I like Jeff. I really do. But come on, Herbie! Stevens got prison raped out of that belt!”

HS: “That’s just wrong and really gross, also. That’s wrong AND gross.”

FJ: “Meh. Whatever. I don’t care. Just give the damn kid his rematch!”

(The chants of “LOW!” die down and Stevens smiles to the crowd. Brian grabs the microphone he placed in his back pocket and responds…)

STEVENS: “Well, it would appear that Low doesn’t have the sack to come out here. So I guess you’re up next, John! Come on down, you gutless piece of shit!”

(The fans start to get behind their new AWA World Heavyweight Champion John Williams with a chant of “WE WANT WILLIAMS!” which is followed by a series of five claps…)

HS: “Now these people want their new AWA World Heavyweight Champion John Williams! Will he answer “The Sensational One’s” challenge!?”

FJ: “How about NO, HERB! John doesn’t want a piece of Brian Stevens right now. Brian is liable to kill a man as it is, and John Williams can’t afford that. Hell, if John Williams DID come out here, I’m pretty sure that Brian Stevens would destroy him by shooting lasers out of his eyes because that kid is pissed off!”

HS: “Lasers, Frank?”

FJ: “Sure, why not!? Brian Stevens probably has the money to get something like that done.”

HS: “I do know this: IF John Williams answers the call of “The Sensational” Brian Stevens, we will have a blood fest on our hands. John Williams will DIE before he drops that belt to a Anti-AWA Crusader and Brian Stevens is just plain out for blood tonight. Do you think his upcoming match with Brian Williams is making him a bit testy?”

FJ: “Geez, Herb. Ya think?”

(Suddenly, “Hail to the Chief” blares over the loud speaker and from the back steps former owner of the AWA, Travis Gray. Travis is as dressed up as ever, wearing a very expensive looking suit and tie. In his hand is a microphone and he wastes no time getting down to business as he begins speaking atop the ramp…)

TRAVIS GRAY: “Mr. Stevens. I must ask you to remove yourself from THAT AWA ring immediately! Failure to do so will result in immediate fines ranging as high as 10,000 Dollars. Is that clear?”

STEVENS: “Yeah. That’s clear and in case you haven’t noticed, I’m rich, son! I don’t give a shit about a measly 10,000 dollars! Take you stupid threats and take a hike, asshole!”

GRAY: “Very well. Consider that fine issued to you as we speak.”

STEVENS: “Travis, it would be wise to for you to get the hell away from me. After all the political bullshit YOU’VE pulled on me in the past, I’m not in any kind of mood for your stupid rules and regulations. In fact, if you don’t issue me my rematch NOW I swear to GOD that I will come up that ramp and stomp you the fuck out. Am I clear on that!?”

GRAY: “Go ahead, Brian. Stomp me out! In fact, allow me to come down to that ring and give you an even better opportunity to do so!”

(Travis Gray angrily clods his way down to the ring, taking the steps up to the ring and steps in between the middle and bottom rope to gain entrance to this 20’ by 20’ squared circle…)

GRAY: “Brian, do your worst!”

STEVENS: “Travis, you have NO IDEA how long I’ve been waiting for this moment. I hope you got a good dental plan, asshole!”

(Brian starts stepping to Gray, but Gray backtracks…)

GRAY: “Hold on, Brian! If you lay ONE FINGER on me here tonight, I can personally guarantee you that you will NEVER get another title shot for ANY title in the AWA EVER AGAIN! Is it worth it? Am I really worth it!?”

STEVENS: “No, Travis. You aren’t worth it. Hell, you’re not even worth the sweat off my balls. But I will get you, Travis. Some other day and some other time. I will bust you up. However, since I got you out here, I’m thinking it’s a good idea for you to go ahead and sign my rematch.”

GRAY: “I can’t do that, Brian.”

STEVENS: “The hell you can’t! You’d BETTER!”

GRAY: “Even IF I wanted to, I no longer have that power. Only Keiko Ono, Whisper and Low have authority over the bookings.”

STEVENS: “Well, if I were you, I’d find your boy Low and schedule that rematch STAT! Until then, Travis, I promise you that tonight will be just like OLD TIMES! Tonight, I’m gunning for your soldiers and I’m bringing HELL WITH ME! Just remember, they are working for YOUR COMPANY and it’s about time the war is brought to them! Tonight, Brian Stevens and Damage, Inc. fires a shot into the HEART of the AWA!”

(“Jet Black New Year” by Thursday hits again and Stevens tosses the microphone out of the ring and towards the ring announcer before carelessly rolling out of the ring. Brian stares back at Travis Gray and shouts some words at him that the audio just simply can’t pick up. Brian smiles and Travis shakes his head. Stevens gets up the ramp and heads to the back. Travis Gray follows suit…)

HS: “Well, tonight is shaping up to be quite a night, old friend.”

FJ: “Whoa! Who are YOU calling friend?”

HS: “I thought we were buddies?”

FJ: “Not so much, no.”

HS: “Well, anyways. Brian Stevens pretty much just got done telling Travis Gray exactly what was on his mind, and if he has his way, things are looking bleak for the AWA.”

FJ: “Yeah. The last thing the AWA needs right now is VINTAGE Damage, Incorporated. Remember the last time they did this?”

HS: “It’s hard to forget.”

FJ: “They ended at least a few careers. Mostly rookies and newbies, but still. Damage, Inc. pissed off is NOT a good thing. At all. EVER! So yeah. Let’s hope that Low wises up and gives Stevens a rematch. The last thing the AWA needs is more soldiers out of action.”

(Travis Gray passes through the gorilla position and finally is backstage. He begins walking pass a few faceless people until he arrives back at his makeshift office. As he enters, he leans up against a wall and sheds a large sigh of relief before pullng a hankerchief from his suit jacket and wiping his brow. He then removes his suit jacket, places it on a coat stand, and heads over to the front of his desk where a small pot of freshly brewed coffee sits. He grabs a nearby mug and calmly pours the black liquid inside. He leans on the desk, still shaken from Stevens words, and slowly brings the mug up to his lips, right as he is about to take a sip, the office door violenty swings open, and creeping in on tip toes is none other than Crappie Jack the Wrestling Pirate. Travis Gray perplexidly freezes with his mug to his lips. Crappie Jack snags the suit jacket from off the coat rack, and slowly sneaks over to Gray, although clearly in view. He snags the coffee mug right out of Gray's hand, and quickly runs off. Gray's empty hand is still frozen close to his lips, as his face begins to grow bright red, and the camera cuts back to ringside)

HS: Looks like Gray isn't catching a break from the Fredrickson camp tonight either.

FJ: I think the only thing President Gray will catch tonight is another an additional ulcer!

HS: "Well, that does not sound good, at least not for anyone who supports the AWA."

FJ: "Well that is what happens when you mess with dangerous men."

HS: "Well folks, we will just have to wait and see what happens, but for now it is time for our next match up, it will be interesting to see what kind of shape John Rourke is in after that Attack earlier in the night."

FJ: "I am sure he is in a whole lot better shape than he will be in after Dustin Dread deals with him."

HS: "I am not so certain of that, Rourke can handle himself."

(JJ and Dustin Dread are walking towards the entranceway as Nicholas Pride is on his way back from the arena floor. Nicholas doesn't beat an eyelash as he passes the two of them. But just as they're behind him, Nicholas hooks his leg back and up with a kick to the side of Dread's head, causing him to stumble headfirst into the concrete wall. Nicholas quickly grabs JJ by the throat and throws him into Dread, causing the bigger man to hit his head into the wall again. Nicholas lifts JJ up into the air, the smaller man gasping for air.)

Nicholas Pride: "I thought it proper to let you know that I have yet to 'mess with your investments' as you say. What happened two weeks ago and what happened just now are just warnings. If you want to see how badly I can 'mess with your investments,' I suggest you try and retaliate."

(Nicholas lets go of JJ's throat and lets him drop to the ground, gasping. Dread begins to stir, only stunned by the attack. Nicholas turns away, face expressionless, and begins walking down the corridor.)

Nicholas Pride: (over his shoulder) "If you really care about your cash cow, though, take my advice and just walk away."

(With that, Nicholas is gone, leaving JJ to help Dread back to his feet and get ready for his match.)

HS: "It just never ends around here, everyone seems to hate everyone else, it is just insanity."

FJ: "Well this gives Rourke a bit of a chance now, and I hope he thanks Nicholas Pride"

( We quickly cut back to the floor as “The Omen” by DMX blares over the PA and Dustin Dread begins to walk down the aisle with his manager J.J. closely following him. Dread walks slowly, giving a suspicious look to everyone in the crowd, as if he thinks they are speculating things about him. He grabs the top rope once he reaches the ring and pulls himself up on the apron. He immediately steps into the ring and prepares to handle his business. J.J. goes around the ring and stands beside Dread’s corner.)

HS: “This man has been causing problems in the back for weeks now. He has attacked other superstars. I think it’s time for him to get what he has coming to him.”

FJ: “Nonsense Herb! This guy is a dominating machine and he is going to crush his opponent tonight!”

(The guitar intro to "Personal Jesus" by Johnny Cash begins to fill the arena as the entrance way lights die down. Smoke bellows around the entrance ramp and John Rourke steps through the cloud. Masked by the shadows John’s figure is barely visible. There is a single bright flash of pyro and he steps through the smoke. A long light blue towel is draped over his head shield his face from the crowd. He slowly walks to the ring and stops at the apron where he throws the towel aside. John grabs the middle rope and uses it to hop up onto the apron, and then steps through the top and middle ropes. Once in the ring John goes to his corner and lazily leans against the turnbuckle, staring at Dustin Dread.)

HS: “We have a clash in fighting styles here tonight. Rourke is a veteran in the AWA who is a brawling high flyer. Dread is new to the AWA, but has shown his amazing strength in his power house style of fighting.”

FJ: “Who cares what they fight like? Let’s just watch as Dread squashes this punk!”

(The bell rings and Rourke starts to mouth off to Dread. Dread has no patience for this and charges forward, right into an arm drag takedown from Rourke. Dread gets to his knees and Rourke jumps over him, nailing him in the back of the head with a Pele Kick! Dread crashes down to the canvas head-first, but once again he begins to get up. Rourke bounces off the ropes and grabs onto Dread’s head as he gets up, hitting a bulldog on him to send him right back down!)

HS: “Good strategy by Rourke here. He’s keeping the giant off his feet so that he can’t use his size to his advantage.”

FJ: “He’s cheating!”

(Rourke quickly applies a Four Leaf Clover on Dread, but the monster will have nothing to do with this as he pushes the smaller man off with ease. The sheer strength of Dread sends Rourke flying into the corner. Dread gets up and charges into the corner Rourke is in, almost taking his head off with a viscous clothesline! Rourke starts to fall forward, but Dread catches him by the neck with his hand!)

HS: “It looks like he’s setting Rourke up for a Chokeslam!”

FJ: “Yes! Drive him through the ring!”

(Dread backs up out of the corner, pulls Rourke towards him and hoists him up into the air. He holds him there for a good three seconds before whipping him down into the mat with a thunderous Chokeslam! Rourke looks to be lifeless and Dread quickly covers him, as he is advised to do by his manager. The ref drops down for the count: One! Two! Rourke kicks out! Dread smashes his hand into the canvas in fury before getting up and clasping Rourke around his neck. With an amazing showing of his strength, the monster pulls Rourke from his back to his feet with only his hand around Rourke’s neck!)

HS: “Can Rourke take another Chokeslam? This might end the match here folks!”

FJ: “Finish him Dread!”

(Dread hoists Rourke up for a Chokeslam, but this time Rourke is able to swing his legs around and get them around Dread’s neck. He then takes the big man down with an amazing Hurricanranna! Both men are down, but after a quick breather they both get to their feet. They begin to brawl, both swinging for the fences and not falling when they get hit. Eventually Rourke gets the upper hand with a kick to the gut of Dread that doubles him over. This is followed by a kick to the head that snaps Dread right back up! Rourke starts wailing on Dread with a viscous punch combo of hooks and jabs. Dread is starting to get backed up, so Rourke turns and runs into the ropes on the opposite side of the ring, rebounding and going for a cross body block to Dread. Dread catches him though and hoists him up into a military press.)

FJ: “Abyss!”

HS: “No! Rourke counters into a Whiskey Rage! Dread is down and Rourke is going for the pin!”

(The ref goes down to count: One! Two! No! Dread gets his shoulder up somehow! Rourke can barely believe it, but he quickly goes for another cover! One! Two! No! Dread gets his shoulder up again!)

HS: “Rourke is showing his experience here, going for a second cover. Sometimes that can actually end the match!”

(Rourke quickly runs to the corner, climbing the turnbuckle to the top rope. He scouts Dread and leaps off into a beautiful twisting moonsault that just misses Dread as his manager managed to pull him by the leg out of the way. Rourke lands flat on his chest and holds it in pain as J.J. hands Dread a chair. Dread gets up and waits for Rourke to get to his feet before smashing his head in with the chair! The ref calls for the bell. As he does Dread turns and The giant screens suddenly come to life each showing the Google website. The sound of a childs voice echoes from the speakers.)

"Play with me?"

(The words 'dustin' and 'Dread' are seen appearing in the search bar and the mouse pointer activates the 'Google Search' button. The results are shown quickly and the most common hit is selected. The progression bar is agonizingly slow growing as the house lights dim causing John Rourke to stop as well. A page is forming and shows a picture of a bald boy; a six year old boy who died of brain cancer. The text indicates that this kid was an orphan. Then the spotlight comes to life and a child with a Saint Martin's children’s Hospice t-shirt, size: XXL is standing at the top of the ramp. His eyes are dark, and his breathing is heavy. Dustin Dread grabs the rope his own heavy breathing almost in time to the boys, his own dark eyes staring at the visage at the top of the ramp. The boy raises his arms from his sides and seems to rise. He tilts his head to his shoulder and smiles a faint smile to Dustin Dread. Then the boy descends. Dread's reaction is only vocal. )

"Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooo....!!!"

(As the boy is lowered through the stage and out of sight, a second later fire erupts from the pit where the boy had disappeared into.)

HS: "What the hell was that?"

FJ: "Summers did the stage just explode with that young boy..."

HS: "What the hell was that all about?"

FJ: "No clue, but Dread seems to be intrigued by it."

HS: "Disturbed would be more the word."

(Dread leaves the ring headed up the ramp with an odd presence about him. We then cut back to the ring where Rourke is just coming to and staring up the ramp at the man who just took his head off.)

HS: "Well John Rourke gets the win here, but he sure did take one hell of a whack on the head."

FJ: "But what about what we just saw, with that young boy and the fire and the stage and..."

HS: "I don’t know what to tell you, I really don’t. Folks don't go anywhere we will be right back after these words from your participating network."

*****************COMMERCIAL BREAK*******************

(We return from Commercial as the camera fades in on Lars Fredrickson who is wearing an oddly familiar suit coat. He is seated at his makeshift desk calmly sipping from a coffee mug that reads “Worlds #1 AWA President.” The serenity is quickly displaced, as we see the “AWA Head of Security” George Prince frantically rush through locker room door.)

Prince: Boss! Boss! You won’t believe what just happened!

Lars: I’m really not concerned with the fact that Ben and Jerry’s added a new flavor of ice cream…

Prince: NO! That’s not it! I just found Jo Momma, Disco Duck, and M-Tank unconscious on the floor in the men’s room!

Lars: I thought I told you to a million times that pizza and M-tank is a recipe for disaster!

Prince: There wasn’t any pizza though! They were all bleeding heavily from their heads too!

Lars: What?? Any clue on who was behind this?

Prince: No, no one was around when it happened…

Lars(angrily): Well, what the HELL am I paying you for!? You’re the “Head of Security!” Find out who was behind this, and make them pay for what they did!

Prince: George Prince is ON the case Mr. Fredrickson!

(With that, Prince stands up completely straight, salutes Mr. Fredrickson, and exits the room as the camera cuts back to ringside.)

HS: "Ladies and gentlemen it has been a wild night, and it is not about to stop now, as we have the AWA World Tag Team Titles on the line!"

FJ: "Yeah with two Goody two-shoes teams going at it, joy to the world!"

HS: And now we have our World Tag Team Champions defending there titles against the Canucks.

FJ: And speaking of the Canucks, Here they come!

(Give It All by Rise Against starts playing. Both Terry and XTJ come out, Terry to the right end of the stage and XTJ to the left. They go to the very edge of each side and waves a Canada and a Quebec flag. The two walk down the ramp and slide under the bottom rope into the ring. They hen spring up and go to top of the turnbuckles in front of them. Terry goes to the right and waves his flag, then perches it on the top rope as XTJ does the same on the left as they wait for their opponents. )

HS: The Canucks have a great opportunity here Frank.

FJ: That’s right, another shot at the Tag team titles.

HS: Here come the champions!

(Erie music hits and the lights change to a blue tint and move in a way to make it seem that the whole arena is under water along with the underwater lighting comes lights that show aces of spades all through out the arena and on the AWAtron, "Maxwell Murder" by Rancid hits and the crowd erupts in cheers as water shoots from the stage at the same time that sparks fly out from the corners of the AWAtron. Fish and Blackjack come running out of the back each slapping the pre-outstretched hands of the fans on either side of the ramp way, they do this going all the way around the ring then meet by the announce tables and give each other a big jumping high five and yelling "BAM!" Blackjack slides into the ring and Fish slingshots himself over the top rope. Fish and Xtreme exit the ring as Blackjack and Terry begin to circle one another before lunging and locking up. Both men having the same size advantage leading to neither man getting the lockup advantage until Terry sends a cheap right hand to Blackjack staggering the man backwards. As Terry comes forward Blackjack jumps to hit a standing dropkick but Terry sidesteps and when Blackjack turns Terry levels him with a hard closeline.)

FJ: The Canucks are in firm control here Herb.

HS: Only because Terry James have to get a cheap shot on Blackjack.

FJ: I didn't see any cheap shots.

HS: Then your not watching.

(Terry leans down and pulls Blackjack up by the hair and whips him hard into the corner. Terry takes off at a run and hits a splash on Blackjack who is prone in the corner. Mounting the Turnbuckles Terry begins to connect with mounted punches but Blackjack grabs his legs and drops downwards slamming Terry’s face into the turnbuckle. When Terry turns Blackjack attempts and hits the dropkick sending him backwards into the corner. Blackjack runs to the opposite corner and raises his hand as the crowd chants 'Ace's Ace's")

HS: Blackjack is about to show Terry how that splash is done!

(Blackjack takes off and does in fact hit that same splash on Terry show flops forward face first into the mat from the impact, But when Blackjack turns Xtreme runs down the apron and drops him with a vicious closeline from the outside.)

HS: AH! What a damn cheap shot!

FJ: That’s no cheap shot, Its good team work!

(Both men lay dazed on the ground as the ref stands in the Canucks corner reading the riot act to Xtreme. As the ref warns Xtreme Blackjack climbs gingerly to his feet and goes to pull Terry up but Terry hits a huge Low blow sending Blackjack to the ground holding his neither regains and rolling around on the ground. As Terry climbs to his feet shaking his head to clear the cob webs the ref turns and sees Blackjack but Terry shakes his head that he didn't do anything wrong and pulls Blackjack to his feet. Terry makes his way to his corner kneeing blackjack in the stomach as he goes along. After tagging Xtreme in Terry attempts a bulldog but Xtreme grabs blackjack in the middle of it and his a huge stunner.)

FJ: Canuck Crusher, This one is over!

(Fish is slamming his hand down on the mat to try and get his partner and the ground into the match as Xtreme lays down for the pin...One....Two...Th...Kickout! Xtreme jumps to his feet and begins to berate the ref who holds up two fingers showing it was only a two count. Xtreme pulled blackjack to his feet but Blackjack broke free and began to hit Xtreme with hard right hand before turning and racing for the ropes. As he rebounded Xtreme grabbed him and tossed him into the air. When all looked lost for Blackjack, he shifted in midair and hit a dropkick square into the jaw of Xtreme before hitting the ground hard.)

FJ: NO! Blackjack cheated!

HS: He did no such thing, And even if he did those Canucks cheated long before he did.

(Both men are down as the ref starts his ten count. Both Fish and Terry are slamming there turnbuckles trying to will there partners to a tag...One....Two...Both men begin to stir just slightly...Three..Four...Blackjack begins to slowly climb to his feet...Five...Six...Blackjacks up and jumps for Fish as Xtreme tries to grab his foot but Blackjack gets the tag. Fish jumps up and rebounds off the top rope landing on Xtreme's shoulders and hitting a quick head scissors, But Xtreme pops right back up with the momentum and whips Fish across the ring. Fish jumps and lands on the second rope back flipping over his opponent and hitting a reverse DDT when he lands. Fish quickly exits the ring and jumps rebounding off the top rope and hits a legdrop.)

HS: The Tag champs are really rolling now Frank.

FJ: Yeah, but its only a matter of time before the Canucks outsmart them Herb.

HS: Outsmart....Are you insane?

(Blackjack had gotten up and was not watching as Fish pulls Xtreme to his feet and locks him up from behind and hits the millennium suplex. Fish drops into the corner and gets a long two before pulling Xtreme to his feet. Fish runs to the ropes and jumps attempting a hurricanrana but Xtreme grabs him when he gets up and powerbombs him hard into the mat. Xtreme crawls to his corner and tags Terry as Fish is climbing to his feet once again. Fish seeing the distance between them dashes toward him for another of his high risk maneuvers but terry grabs him on his way in and hits a spinning back breaker. Terry jumps to his feet and yells something at Blackjack who just motions in the 'come get it' right back at him. Terry pulls Fish to his feet and stuffs him face down between his legs. Pulling Fish up to attempt a powerbomb but Fish reverses into a tornado DDT. Fish begins to pull himself toward his corner as the crowd chants 'Fish...Fish...Fish.' Finally Fish gets the hot tag to Blackjack and Blackjack cleans house first of Terry then to Xtreme who came in to help his partner. Xtreme slides out of the ring after the closeline as Blackjack pulls Terry to his feet. Xtreme fakes a breather outside the ring as Blackjack throws terry into the ropes bvut Terry switches directions and slams hard into Fish who topples to the ground.)

HS: Terry just took out Fish!

FJ: Good, Its about time someone shut him up.

(Blackjack quickly jumps on Terry and attempts an Irish whip but Terry reverses it. As the ref goes to check on Fish Blackjack flies across the ring and Xtreme jumps up almost breaking the hockey stick across Blackjacks back as he hits the robes. Xtreme drops back to the ground as Blackjack falls to Terry’s feet.Terry stalks Blackjack as he gets up slowly. As soon as Blackjack turns around Terry kicks him in the gut and gives him a stunner. Before Blackjack can hit the ground Terry pops up and super kicks him!)

HS: “Blackjack had just been Thunderstruck by Terry James! I think he’s out cold! Will this end it?”

(Terry quickly pins Blackjack and the ref goes down to count. 1…Fish runs in to break it up, but XTJ meets him with a Side Effect! 2…3! The ref calls for the bell and raises Terry’s and XTJ’s arms in victory. “Give it All” by Rise Against begins to play.)

FJ: “Yes! New champs! Take that you stupid Fish!”

(As their hands are raised, the two Canucks look at each other and smirk. They get their belts and begin to walk out of the ring, but then stop. They turn around and see Fish getting up slowly while Blackjack is still out from Terry’s Thunderstrike. Fish looks up to find one of the tag team belts hitting him in the face courtesy of XTJ. At this point, the entrance music of The Canucks has gone silent. Fish goes down hard and we see that he is starting to bleed. Terry looks to the crowd and cuts his throat with his thumb. He then goes over to his corner and grabs the Canadian flag from it. Blackjack gets helped to his feet by XTJ before being Irish Whipped directly into a baseball swing with a flagpole from Terry! Blackjack goes down like a ton of bricks and Terry places the Canadian flag back in his corner. He then goes under the ring, retrieving a hockey stick and puck.)

HS: “Not this! Don’t do it!”

FJ: “I think it’s time for the slapshot!”

(XTJ quickly goes to Blackjack’s legs and applies The Canuck on him. Terry places the puck a foot in front of Blackjack before winding up and taking a slapshot right into Blackjack’s face! Blood starts to gush from his forehead as XTJ releases the hold.)

HS: “Someone call for help! Blackjack’s skull might have been broken by that point-blank slapshott!”

FJ: “I love the blood! Keep it coming!”

(XTJ picks Fish up and throws him out of the ring as Terry takes Blackjack and drags him into the middle of the ring. Smirking to the crowd, he begins to drag Blackjack’s bloody face across the canvas.)

HS: “No! Don’t do that! Leave him alone already!”

(Terry stops dragging Blackjack’s head across the canvas after a few moments and tosses his limp body aside. The camera pans upwards to see that Terry has drawn a picture of the Canadian flag on the canvas with Blackjack’s blood! Terry goes out of the ring and gets two mikes before coming back in and giving one to his partner.)

Terry: “You know, we were thinking to ourselves last night. Why do people try to keep the AWA alive? It really doesn’t matter what they do. The AWA WILL die after Wrestlefest! So, Jeff and I decided it was time for a change of action.”

(The crowd boos loudly, but Terry and Jeff just motion for them to boo louder. Jeff has to yell over the crowd to be heard.)

Jeff: “The Canucks are going to be the final holders of the AWA tag team titles and when the AWA dies we will be declared tag team champions for ever!”

(The Canucks celebrate their AWA World Tag Team Championship victory, we hear the fans erupt with a very loud series of boos and “The Sensational” Brian Stevens and Nathaniel Henry Lee have entered the ring. Stevens waits for Terry James to turn around, and once he does, he hits an absolutely devastating Ace Crusher!)

HS: “Oh, god no! NOT THIS! Damage, Incorporated issued Travis Gray a warning earlier and it would appear that they are following up on their word! They are doing what NO ONE can do quite like them! Cause DAMAGE!”

FJ: “Yeah. Damage, Inc. hasn’t done this for quite a while, either. It’s good to see that these boys still have that whole sneak attack, lust for blood thing.”

(NHL doesn’t even wait for XTJ to turn around. He just nails him in the back of the skull with a running high knee strike! XTJ crumbles to the mat and his title belt falls to the feet of NHL. NHL smiles and he picks it up off of the canvas and stares into it, hypnotized by its magnificence. Stevens points to the turnbuckle and NHL snaps out of his trance and acknowledges his partner. NHL grabs XTJ and hoists him up in a Torture Rack. Stevens smiles and flies off the top rope and double stomps the ribs of XTJ before flying off with a 450 splash onto Terry James! NHL finishes XTJ with a modified backbreaker and The Canucks roll out of the ring in pain. The crowd starts chanting “HOLY SHIT!” in complete awe of the move.)

FJ: “Now THAT’S tag team wrestling, goddamn it!”

HS: “No, Frank. That’s what they call a sneak attack.”

FJ: “Well, whatever! They’re super good at both!”

HS: "Well bottom line the Canucks are apparently looking forward to the end of the AWA, and being the last Tag Team Champions in history, and Damage Inc? Well apparently they have nothing better to do than to attack people from behind for no reason."

HS: We now take you to the board room of Lars Fredrickson, where the first contestant to be voted off of the position of “The Assistant” is about to be announced.

FJ: I’ve been waiting all week for this! Who’s your money on Herb?

HS: Well considering that three of the contestants have seemingly risen up from the dead…my money is on Disco Duck!

FJ: I figured you’d be placing your money on a loser…you do that a lot. Duck doesn’t have a chance in this; did you see what he did to Mr. Fredrickson’s expensive suit?

HS: Tailored it to perfection?

FJ: I’d watch your tongue if I were you…let’s see who gets the boot already!

(The camera cuts to the board room. The room is completely dark except for the single dim lights be cast on the contestants around the table. A much brighter light is illuminating Mr. Fredrickson’s visage. His stained suit coat is nowhere to be seen, but instead a nice undershirt and tie is worn. The lips of this mans stone like face finally begin to move…)

Mr. Fredrickson: I have much on my agenda for tonight’s event, so I will make this quick gentleman. The results are in, and the fans have decided. The person who’s name I announce will immediately get up from this table, take their belongings and exit the building, never to be seen in the AWA ever again….So, with that…(Lars lets out a large sigh before continuing) Triple X…I just ended your career…

(Without words, Triple X stands up from his seat at the table. The remaining three contestants all have visible signs of relief that they are in the competition for at least another week (Well maybe not so visible on Disco Duck…but I’m sure he’s relieved). Triple X grabs a suitcase behind him and begins to wheel it emotionless towards Lars. Lars looks inquisitively at the man, as the door out of the room is in the opposite direction. Without a sound, Triple X opens the large window behind Lars, and jumps out suitcase in hand. Although barely audible, the word “paaaaaiiinnnn” echoes through the room. Lars, completely unshaken, continues on.)

Mr. Fredrickson: I encourage all of you to take notice of the reasons why this man failed at his duties and learn from his mistakes. Keep in mind that all of you are now one step closer to becoming “The Assistant.”

(The three remaining men all get up from their seats an exit the room. Lars stands up and heads over to the open window, he peers out, looking down towards the busy street below, shrugs, and closes the window and the camera cuts back to ringside.)

HS: Wow, what a way to go…

FJ: Hey, you know what they say; it’s a long way to the top, but a really quick trip back to the bottom!

HS: You’re sick Frank.

FJ: I try…

*****************COMMERCIAL BREAK***********************

HS: "Welcome back ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for a little hardcore action."

FJ: "You make it sound so dirty! But all the same it is my favorite part of the night."

('Sadness' by Enigma reverbs from the speakers; heavy industrial chords highlight the Latin Gregorian chant. Then in a moment respite only the heavy, sighing breath of an unseen woman can be heard. The Lights in the Arena are extinguished. And like a burning brimstone flood letters spelling the name QUADE DESADE form a fiery cruciform logo; and the harsh tempo resumes and the monks begin again their mantra. Bathed in the flaming incandescence of his fiery cross Quade DeSade stands at the top of the ramp. Enshrouded in the faded, travel-worn tailcoat he stands staring out at the spotlighted ring. It is then that the love can be felt: Ignorant of the crowd on either side of him, deaf to the jeers and insults raining on him Quade walks unhurried and uncaring towards the ring. The bright banners dissing on him and cussing him don't attract his attention. His only response is the seemingly permanent cold, crocodile grin which seems more for himself than for any would-be fan out there. Inside the ring and within the light he drops his coat and raises a horribly burn-scarred arm to each of the four corners in a mockery of a salute to the faceless crowd hidden within the darkness.)

HS: “There, once again, is your new AWA No Limits Champion, Quade DeSade. DeSade defeated “Dark Warrior” Jeff Christianson to retain that title and that was a HUGE win for Quade.”

FJ: “Yeah, whatever, man. He’s about to get his stupid-self served. He’s fighting the bossman tonight. Good ol’ Whisper.”

HS: “Served, Frank?”

FJ: “Yep. Served.”

(We now focus our attention on the AWA-Tron. The entrance way begins filling with smoke. The screen lights up with static. The lights drop to blue and a drum beat starts with various other instruments. Finger Eleven's "The Last Scene of Struggling" is the song. As the lyrics starts, images start appearing on the screen, replacing the static... the words are quick... The images are of various destructions... pictures of war... nazi marches... 9/11 pictorials... people crying... burned... dying...)

The static grows...

And kills the message...

Unclear as the wind blows...

Thin whispers through all the wreckage...

You said you planned to fail...

Looking so safe but sorry...

So be sure to bang the nail...

And seal the exit out!

(There is a scream in the background of the song echoing "out". The images on the screen are cycling faster and faster.)

Feel the way...

(Another scream, this one with a blast of wind from backstage, blowing the smoke outward. On that same gust of wind comes Whisper. The image on the screen is the classic image of the atomic bomb exploding. It flashes the word "Whisper".)

Through your Revelation...

(Whisper walks out of the smoke with a purposed-filled stride. Halfway down the ramp, he drops the trenchcoat off his back. He reaches the apron and climbs to the outside of the ropes. He pauses to look around at the arena, then climbs in. Behind Whisper on the ramp, Justin picks up the trench and follows to ringside.)

HS: “There’s Whisper, accompanied by Justin as always.”

FJ: “Every time I look at Whisper, I realize just how badly I want blue frickin’ hair.”

HS: “This match IS for the AWA No Limits Championship and should be nothing short of a battle! Quade represents the Pro-AWA side.”

FJ: “PRO-COCK!”

HS: “And Whisper, obviously, represents the Anti-AWA side. This should be very interesting.”

(The match starts out hot and heavy with both the No Limits Champions Quade DeSade and his challenger Whisper trading holds and counter-holds in the ring with each man countering numerous textbook perfect mat holds. Quade eventually wins the exchange coming up with a full nelson. Quade kicks out the legs of Whisper and rides him to the mat where Quade holds the Full Nelson and positions himself into a Camel Clutch position, still with the Full Nelson. The Full Nelson Clutch gets a big pop out of the Birmingham crowd as it is indeed a unique and inventive hold. Whisper; however, shows a great deal of guts and powers his way to his feet and back drops Quade.)

HS: “Who’s getting served now, Frank?”

FJ: “Don’t say served. It’s not cool when you say it. In fact, just stop talking altogether.”

HS: “Oh, yeah. It’s not like I get PAID to talk, Frank!”

FJ: “On second thought, just stop breathing. Everything after that should take care of itself.”

(Whisper rolls out of the ring, trying to escape the wrath of the No Limits Champion and get himself a time out, but is unsuccessful as he realizes he entered the area designed for the ‘anything goes’ atmosphere that has made the No Limits Championship such a unique and successful title. DeSade follows Whisper to the floor and takes full advantage of the circumstances and after booting Whisper in the gut. DeSade grabs a free arm of Whisper and whips him into the guardrail with force. Whisper comes up grabbing his neck almost immediately from the whiplash of the move.)

FJ: “Oh no. I think the boss is hurt. Did you see that sick whiplash.”

HS: “Yeah. DeSade is really taking the fight to Whisper in this one.”

FJ: “Stupid Quade and his dumb made-up name.”

(DeSade has grabbed a steel chair from a fan now, and follows up with two very stiff chair shots to the back of Whisper’s skull, trying to further weaken the neck of his opponent. DeSade throws Whisper back into the ring and goes to work on his neck with some stomps and a Japanese necktie choke submission. Whisper is eventually able to squirm to the ropes with his legs, which were his only free extremity at that time. Whisper looks to be in some serious pain, clutching at his neck without abandon.)

HS: “Wow. Whisper may be seriously hurt. Look at him favor his neck.”

FJ: “I know. Someone should just end this match now and award the title to Whisper. Hell, even Justin. Just not Quade DeSade!”

(The Champion smells blood and brings the weakened Whisper to his feet, where he hit’s a very nice Powerbomb on Whisper! The neck and skull of Whisper hit the mat with an incredible force, but is still able to kick out at a pin attempt by DeSade, who flipped over and made a cover attempt. DeSade proceeds to banter with the official in regards to the count, giving Whisper a few solid seconds to recover.)

HS: “DeSade needs to refocus. If he leaves Whisper alone like that, he can comeback. Hurt or not, this is Whisper we are talking about here. He’s one of the most dangerous men to ever step foot in an AWA ring.”

FJ: “Yep. And he has blue hair.”

HS: “Still sticking with the blue hair, huh?”

FJ: “Well, ya stick with what works, kid.”

(DeSade turns back to Whisper and gets hit with some desperation blows to his stomach. Whisper starts to get his second wind as he hit’s a stunned Quade DeSade with a Russian Leg Sweep, which is quickly followed up by a absolutely stunning standing moonsault! Whisper goes for a cover but only gets a two count. Whisper gets up and in a very determined manner signals for the end of the match. Whisper Irish whips DeSade into the turnbuckle and quickly follows up with a charging shoulder tackle…but The Champion moves! Whisper stumbles out of the corner where he is greeted by an awaiting DeSade how rolls the stunned Whisper up with a small package and gets the three count!!)

HS: "Well DeSade retains his title in what has to be considered an upset."

FJ: "Definitely not the kind of streak Whisper wants to be on heading into Wrestlefest that is for sure."

HS: "Wait a minute not again!"

(As DeSade is about to walk up the ramp ** A unknown person slowly emerges from the crowd leaping over the guardrail and sliding into the ring. He is dressed in black, with a thick black hood covering his face. DeSade jumps back for a moment shocked at the man’s entrance to the ring, however the intruder appears to be a fan as he begins to clap and point to DeSade.

HS: It appears to be an ecstatic fan Frank, no doubt happy over DeSade’s victory

(DeSade smiles and nod’s extending his hand to the fan who gladly takes it and shakes in vigorously. The Fan reaches into his pants and pulls from it a black Tee-Shirt depicting the DeSade logo and eagerly holds it out to him for an autograph. DeSade gladly takes the Tee-shirt and as he turns his attention from the fan out of no where DeSade is blindsided by an Uppercut, which in a flash causes DeSade to topple over and face down on the mat.)

HS: Wh-Whats going on!? This supposed fan just leveled DeSade.

FJ: There was only one man I know that ever had a punch like that Herb.

(The Fan pulls the hood from his head and exposes himself to be none other than “Mickey Showery”. The crowd begins to Boo as a smile slowly traces across Mickey’s lips as he gazes around the Arena.)

HS: That IS Mickey Showery, but why would he do such a thing?

(A number of cups and food is projected into the ring littering both it and Mickey with trash. Mickey doesn’t seem to mind and even enjoys it as he takes a mic from his sweatshirt’s pocket.)

Mickey Showery: “One year ago I left this arena, these fans, this corporation … and it was the best day of my life”

(The boo’s grow louder)

Mickey Showery: “One year ago I said to myself, why should I help an organization that does nothing for me. Every way you turn, in every magazine you read, it’s THE AWA helping themselves and -Bleeping- people like me. One year ago I had enough of all of it, enough of the management, the promoters, and THE FANS. I worked my ass off while Bum’s like this DESADE got all the glory all the credit…

HS: He seems to have quite a chip on his shoulder about us here at the AWA

Mickey Showery: “Well you know what? -Bleep- The American Wrestling Alliance * he says looking across the arena * -Bleep- Quade De-bleepin-Sade * giving Desade’s body a kick as he turns back and stares directly into the camera pointing * … and -Bleep- YOU.

(Showery drops the Mic and walks out of the ring as he continues to be pelted with a number of objects from the fans.)

HS: "What a night this has been, and it is only half over, still so much more to come. Don’t go away."

***********COMMERCIAL BREAK*************

(As we come back from commercial, we find ourselves backstage. Our focus is on John Rourke as he is talking with someone unrecognizable to us. This man is monstrous in size and sports a very unkempt beard…)

JOHN ROURKE: “Yeah. I really don’t care what side wins. I really don’t. All I know is if I HAD to choose, I’d probably be leaning towards the whole pro-AWA side. I would do it only because it was that asshole Whisper who shelved me in the first place.”

MAN WITH BEARD: “Yeah. I hear ya, bro. I hear ya.”

ROURKE: “So, what the hell IS with the beard, Onslaught? You have been out of Damage, Inc. for months now. Don’t you think it’s time to move on?”

ONSLAUGHT: “You don’t like the beard?”

ROURKE: “No. It’s horrible looking. It’s like road kill that you found and just decided to glue to your face.”

ONSLAUGHT: “You really don’t like the beard?”

ROURKE: “Yeah. I really, REALLY don’t like the beard. Shave that disgusting thing.”

ONSLAUGHT: “If I shave this, will you buy me beer tonight after the show?”

ROURKE: “If that’s what it will take to get that miserable thing off your face, then yes. I’ll pick up your bar tab after the show.”

ONSLAUGHT: “HA! You’re in for a world of shit tonight, you fucker! I’m gonna sneak into the ladies looker room and steal some of their lady razors.”

ROURKE: “Um…what?”

ONSLAUGHT: “You know. Lady razors. Like…the ones they shave their naughty parts with. GOD! I am SO COOL!”

ROURKE: “Yeah. Good luck with that whole deal. Just don‘t get caught. I can’t even think of what’s more embarrassing: your beard or stealing their poon razors to shave it.”

ONSLAUGHT: “Pssh. Whatever, dude. Just be ready to pay up, sucker. BOOF, BITCH! I’m out!”

ROURKE: “Yeah. BOOF. Or…whatever.”

(Onslaught smiles and sprints off to somewhere off-camera while John Rourke turns the other way and hooks around a corner where he runs right into “The Sensational” Brian Stevens. Alongside Brian is NHL, fresh off their beating of The Canucks and The Aquatic Aces. Brian shoots John Rourke a mischievous smile and puts his arm around him…)

STEVENS: “Well, if it isn’t John Rourke. I was wondering when we were gonna run into each other again?”

ROURKE: “Brian. Henry. It’s been a while.”

NHL: “You’re bloody right it has, mate. So, what’s your deal, lad?”

ROURKE: “What do you mean?”

NHL: “You know full well what I mean. You haven’t returned a single phone call of mine.”

ROURKE: “Yeah. Rehab is a bitch.”

STEVENS: “Wouldn’t know. So what’s the deal, John? Are you in or are you out?”

ROURKE: “Look, I haven’t really thought about it, guys. I’m just trying to get back to where I was when I left.”

NHL: “GIVE ME A BLOODY ANSWER! NOW!”

ROURKE: “Settle down, Henry. Settle down before you do something you regret.”

NHL: “Listen, my boy. You are either in or you are out!? If your in, then you better join in tonight’s mayhem. If you’re out well…you’ll be picking up your teeth with broken fingers, runt!”

STEVENS: “John. This ain’t a Brainbuster. Just come out and destroy some Pro-C.O.C.K. guys with us. Just like old times.”

ROURKE: “I’m sorry, boys. I’m out. I don’t stand for any of this. I don’t want to takes side on EITHER side.”

NHL: “Alright. You’ve made your choice, my son. And now I must make mine!”

(Stevens takes a swing at John Rourke, but John is wise to it and backflips out of the way with his cruiserweight moves. NHL takes a good couple wild swings until Brian, again, intervenes and finally catches Rourke with a Yakuza kick to the skull. NHL mounts Rourke and just starts pounding away at his former comrade. Shot after shot to the skull of Rourke finally adds up and he is busted open. Stevens comes back into the picture with a plastic bag in hand and wraps it around the head of Rourke! Stevens mounts Rourke and tries to suffocate him, but finally security enters the scene and breaks up the assault. Brian Stevens and NHL both leave the scene laughing and seconds later, Onslaught enters the scene again with all of the length of his beard gone. All that remains is a close cut beard…)

ONSLAUGHT: “NO!”

(Onslaught pushes one of the security guards away and kneels down next to John Rourke. Onslaught looks very distraught and starts trying to fan Rourke, who is gasping for air as most of it was stolen from his lungs seconds ago…)

ONSLAUGHT: “You okay? What the hell happened, bro?”

(John Rourke is still struggling with breathing, but he is able to lock eyes with Onslaught and utter two single words…)

ROURKE: “D-Dam…Damage, Inc.”

ONSLAUGHT: “Son of a bitch…I take it were not going out tonight, then?”

(Rourke shoots Onslaught a look of ‘you must be kidding me’ before turning away from Onslaught and throwing up. Onslaught looks grossed out and we go back to Herb and Frank…)

HS: “Well, I guess we know now that John Rourke isn’t in Damage, Inc. anymore.”

FJ: “Yeah. You could say that. But hey, it’s good to see Onslaught’s back!”

HS: “Yeah, he finally shaved most of the stupid beard off.”

FJ: “But damn. Those Damage, Inc. boys are on one tonight. They won’t stop until they kill someone…at which point they are getting into Brian Williams’ territory.”

HS: “Real funny.”

FJ: “All I need to say is Adam Bawm. SERVED! Just like Damage, Inc. served John Rourke.”

HS: “Well, I’m pretty sure we haven’t heard the end of Damage, Inc. and John Rourke.”

FJ: “Whoa! Don’t forget Onslaught, Nerdo. BOOF!”

HS: "Yes, well folks lets get back to the action in the ring, this next match is one that I find interesting, and one Jeff Christianson would do pretty much anything to get out of."

FJ: "Yeah, damn that biased Low, and his abuse of power!"

(As the gentle pulses of "Hell" begin to play, many different faces fade in and out across the AWAtron. Cynder's face joins theirs then supplants theirs, and when the heavy riffs hit, Cynder appears at the top of the ramp and screams out with all the voices of the Hazard Army joining him. After his primal warcry, he slowly stalks toward the ring staring into the faces of the people closest to him along the isle. A few times he stops to absorb the crowds emotions. When he finally slides into the ring he jumps to the second turnbuckle and raises his fist into the sky, while all the Army follows suit and cheers.)

HS: "Here is the first of the three man team."

FJ: "I don't think Jeff should show up."

HS: "He has to or he's fired."

FJ: "And? He can find work somewhere else... And he's signed on for all those movies."

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

HS: "Here's number two."

FJ: "Here's a guy that should be taught a lesson by Jeff Christianson. He got lucky all three times against him."

HS: "Really? I don't think it can be luck if it happens three times in a row."

FJ: "Shut up."

(Falling Down by Breaking Point blares over the PA and Logan walks out from the entryway. As he walks down to the ring, he glances around at the crowd, and high fives the spectators along the walkway. 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 removes his jacket and drops it to the outside of the ring.)

HS: "Here is the final member of the three man team, Logan Alexander."

FJ: "Also the least experienced... But Jeff Christianson studies the roster from top to bottom."

HS: "I'll agree with that. But can he overcome the odds of two veteran talents who've beaten him this year, and this young rookie upstart with a HUGE upside?"

FJ: "We'll see. My money, if he actually wrestles tonight, yes he will win."

HS: "Is that a biased opinion?"

FJ: "Of course!"

(Kiss Your Ass Goodbye by Sheek Louch and Styles P. over the PA and we all expect Jeff Christianson to come out but no one shows up. A few moments go by and they stop the theme music. They play it again and still no Jeff Christianson.)

HS: "Jeff Christianson hasn't shown up yet."

FJ: "He's gone! He took my advice. He got out while he had the chance!"

HS: "It's amazing, you did get through to someone..."

(Suddenly we see a referee leading security down the rampway, with one large man carrying Jeff Christianson who has car keys in his hand. Jeff grabs onto something hanging off of the set as they go by, and we are at a stand-still now.)

HS: "Jeff Christianson doesn't want to wrestle tonight."

FJ: "THEY CAUGHT HIM!"

HS: "He's holding onto the entrance set."

FJ: "He has his car keys in hand. This is a travesty for the AWA if they make him get into the ring!"

(The referee that was leading the way walks to the back and kicks where Jeff Christianson's hand was, causing Jeff to lose his balance on the man's shoulder and he now begins rolling down the rampway.)

FJ: "Is he ok?"

HS: "Oh My GOD!"

(We see Jeff Christianson stand up. Cynder is there to meet him, and Cynder rolls him into the ring. Cynder rolls into the ring and as the referee is about to call for the bell, Jeff Christianson walks over to him on his knees and grabs the referee's hand so he can't call for the bell. We see Jeff Christianson begging the referee not to ring the bell.)

HS: "Look at this... He really doesn't want to wrestle this match."

FJ: "Who could blame him? It's hardly fair."

(Cynder, pulls Jeff Christianson's hand off the referee's arm and picks him up. Cynder Irish whips Jeff Christianson into a neutral corner and Jeff Christianson falls to the mat from the force of the Irish whip. The referee calls for the bell to officially start the match.)

HS: "The match is started now."

FJ: "HE CAN'T DO THAT!"

(Cynder now walks over to Jeff Christianson and picks him up, but Jeff Christianson counters with a finger to the left eye. Jeff Christianson now grabs Cynder's head and connects with a headbutt that sends the big man back. Jeff Christianson now gets out of the ring and jumps off the top rope attempting a flying cross body, but he's caught by Cynder who executes a fallaway slam. Jeff Christianson slowly gets back up, but doesn't realize he's backed into the corner containing the other two members. Lasiewicz and Logan Alexander both deliver a chop to his chest. He walks back into the middle of the ring and turns into a Tazz style T-Bone suplex. We see Jeff Christianson immediately roll out to the floor, but his feet doesn't catch him so he lands on his face.)

HS: "Jeff Christianson just doesn't seem ready for this match tonight."

FJ: "Hopefully he's just baiting them in."

HS: "Face it Herb, it didn't come prepared."

(The referee begins his count, only for Cynder to roll out of the ring. Jeff Christianson quickly crawls under the ring to escape Cynder's grasp. One... Two... Cynder begins looking under the ring when some salt like substance hits him in the eyes. three...We see Jeff Christianson emerge with white on his hands. four...)

HS: "That bastard!"

FJ: "You can't say that."

HS: "I can when it applies. They have a censor button if they don't like it."

FJ: "Back to the match... I knew he'd have something planned."

(Five...Jeff Christianson now grabs a blinded Cynder and Irish whips him into the steel steps. Six... Jeff Christianson grabs the blinded Cynder and rolls him in. Seven... Jeff Christianson now springboards himself into the ring and lands a Helo. Jeff Christianson rolls Cynder over and applies a quick STF, but Andreas Lasiewicz is quick to get a foot to the head of Jeff Christianson. Cynder now begins crawling towards his corner. Jeff Christianson latches on to Cynder's leg but Cynder is able to use his long arms to reach Logan Alexander's hand.)

HS: "Logan Alexander is in the match for the first time. He said that the only advantage Jeff Christianson would hold is the experience in the ring."

FJ: "I agree... He's about to be out wrestled and out classed."

(Jeff Christianson and Logan Alexander lock up. Jeff Christianson quickly goes behind Logan for a waistlock. Logan quickly throws an elbow and hits Jeff Christianson in the eye, but Jeff Christianson only loosens the hold. Logan Alexander is able to break the waistlock by grabbing the head of Jeff Christianson and taking him over. Jeff Christianson quickly applies a head scissors but Logan Alexander kips up out of it.)

HS: "What an amazing display by these two."

(Jeff Christianson is quickly back to his feet. He runs at Logan Alexander who quickly takes him over with an arm drag. This time, Logan Alexander charges with Jeff Christianson and Jeff Christianson stops dead in his tracks to execute an arm drag. Both men quickly get back to their feet and attempt a dropkick but their feet hit each other. We hear the crowd begin to cheer at the awesome display of wrestling. Jeff Christianson quickly charges Logan Alexander and backs him up into the corner. Jeff Christianson attempts a shoulder block but Logan Alexander hops up on the top rope and Jeff Christianson's shoulder hits the steel ring post. Logan Alexander goes for a quick sunset flip. One.. Two... And Jeff Christianson barely kicks out.)

HS: "These two are just going at it."

(Jeff Christianson is quickly back to his feet but he's met which he catches, and he quickly turns it into an Anklelock. Before he can grapevine it, Andreas Lasiewicz runs into the ring, and he catches Lasiewicz in a Belly-to-Belly Suplex. Jeff sees his opponent getting up slow and begins to measure him. Jeff throws a Superkick but Logan Alexander catches it and applies an anklelock. We see Jeff Christianson quickly counter the hold as he kicks Logan Alexander off.)

HS: "Frank, you've been awful quiet..."

FJ: "Shut up."

HS: "Are you upset because Jeff Christianson is being shown up by a young prospect?"

FJ: "Jeff will get him in the end. Wait and see."

(Andreas Lasiewicz returns to his corner, and he's immediately tags in.)

HS: "Lasiewicz beat Jeff Christianson three straight times."

FJ: "Three straight flukes if you ask me."

(Lasiewicz and Christianson circle each other. Jeff Christianson quickly goes for a single leg takedown. He quickly floats over to a front face lock and begins choking the life out of Lasiewicz. Lasiewicz reaches his feet after a brief struggle and Jeff Christianson quickly drops him with a DDT. Jeff now applies a choke hold. The referee's count begins. One... Two... Three... Four... Jeff finally breaks the old, but then eye gouges Lasiewicz. Jeff pulls Lasiewicz up, but Lasiewicz nails a quick European uppercut. He attempts he Peacemaker but Jeff Christianson catches his foot and spins him around. Lasiewicz begins heading towards his corner. Jeff Christianson runs up and jumps on Lasiewicz's back with a stinger splash type move, and Lasiewicz's head is sandwiched in between Jeff Christianson and the ring post. Jeff quickly knocks both Logan Alexander and Cynder off the apron. The referee begins to stop him from attacking but Jeff distracts him long enough to hit a low blow. Jeff rolls Lasiewicz up and sticks both of his feet on the middle rope. One... Two... Three... Cynder was too late to push Jeff Christianson's feet off the ropes.)

FJ: "HE DID IT!"

HS: "HE STOLE IT!"

FJ: "I told you! I TOLD YOU!"

(Jeff Christianson quickly rolls in the ring as Cynder and Logan Alexander begin helping Andreas Lasiewicz, who looks knocked out, up. We see someone heading from the back to the ring. As they have Lasiewicz up to his feet, Jeff Christianson rolls back in the ring with a steel chair. he taps Logan Alexander on the shoulder, and Logan turns around and feels some of the steel hit his head due to getting a hand up. Lasiewicz turns around and Jeff Christianson hits him full force with the chair, knocking Lasiewicz down. Jeff Christianson begins charging at Cynder but Cynder sidesteps him and Jeff Christianson swings the chair and it hits Jeff Christianson in the face. He drops the chair and turns right into a short-arm big boot.)

HS: "It looks like Cynder's finally stopped this outrageous attack."

(Cynder quickly picks Jeff Christianson up in a powerbomb position, but we suddenly hear a Thwack as Jeff Christianson's body swings back down, and he hits a back drop on Cynder. We see Dustin Dread is now holding the steel chair.)

FJ: "Get them! Get them!"

HS: "You do realize they are fighting against the AWA right?"

FJ: "They are two very good wrestlers who create a lot of violence after their matches. That is how you become one of my favorite wrestlers."

HS: "Frank..."

(Suddenly John Williams comes storming from the back and quickly rolls in the ring. Jeff Christianson goes for a clothesline but John Williams ducks under that and clotheslines Dustin Dread over the top rope. He turns around and is met with a vicious right that sends him reeling in the ropes. We see John Williams arms now wrapped in the ropes. Jeff Christianson begins to tee off on his head when John Rourke quickly runs down to ringside and slides in and grabs the chair. Jeff Christianson quickly rolls out of the ring and joins Dustin Dread in the aisle way. We see Jeff Christianson give a quick, arrogant smirk to John Rourke as he backs up the ramp.)

HS: "If it wasn't for John Rourke we may have saw the end for our World Champion, John Williams."

FJ: "I wanted that myself."

HS: "Frank, the AWA's not burger king. You can't always have it your way!"

HS: I’m getting word that something is going on in the back…What could it be this time?

FJ: Crappie Jack STRIKES AGAIN!

(The camera fades in on a close up shot of a pocket watch, as the camera zooms back we see El Hefe holding the watch. He is wearing a black bowler hat, and shabby gray tweed suit. I briefcase is in his other hand, and on his face is a monocle, and fake long white moustache. Standing in front of him is Jimmie “The Object Undulating Special Needs Person” wearing a black “Pro-C.O.C.K.” T-shirt.)

El Hefe: I hope this chap arrives soon, right right. Why ‘tis almost tea time…

Jimmie(excitedly): When is uncle Rod coming??

El Hefe: You are quite the little dickens aren’t you? Ahh! Here’s the bloody geezer now!

(Walking into the shot is a very obese man wearing a plain white t-shirt with numerous gravy stains, a pair of dirty gray sweat shorts are hold his bulbous gut in place. The man’s attempt at a comb-over is similar to trying to hide a shiny elephant with a few pieces of yarn.)

El Hefe: So nice of you to join us on this lovely day. I assure you’re lodging accommodations were tip-top?

Fat Man (breathing heavily under his own weight): They were fine, but I’m still not really sure why I’m here.

El Hefe: “Yarbles! ‘Tis quite simple really…There’s a gentleman in the room over yonder who fancied you quite well once upon a time. I’ve merely brought you here to reacquaint yourself with him.

(The fat man still seems rather confused, but Hefe motions for the man to follow him down the corridor. After a short walk the three men arrive in front of a locker room bearing the name “The Paramedics.”)

El Hefe: We have arrived at our destination, and if all goes as planned, Mr. Fredrickson will horn the Queen herself to see to it that you are knighted! Now, Good-luck Harry Brownstone!

(With that, El Hefe knocks loudly on the Medics door, before both Jimmie and himself quickly exit the screen leaving the fat man alone and full of confusion and cholesterol)

HS: "Just when you think you have seen it all!"

FJ: "Yeah, this place never ceases to amaze me."

HS: "Folks we need to take a short break, but don’t stray to far our next match is sure to be a classic."

****************COMMERCIAL BREAK********************

(Logan Alexander is seen walking back to his locker room after his match. He turns a corner and nearly bumps into Nicholas Pride. Nicholas looks down at Logan, eyes narrowed. Logan stares up at him and for a moment they're lock in a stare down, neither man backing down. Nicholas looks away first as he turns to lean against the wall nonchalantly.)

Nicholas Pride: "You need a lesson, Alexander. You seem to think that all your hard work and sportsmanship will somehow pay off in the end. I'm going to break you of those illusions. The quandary I put forth to you is this: 'How do you follow the rules when there aren't any?' Life itself has only one rule: survive. Following by any other rules like decency and fair play is going against that one rule. To show you this, at Wrestlefest, you and I are going to have a hardcore match. We'll see how well you survive without any rules to hold you up."

(Logan opens his mouth to say something, but Nicholas goes from standing still to a blur of speed, catching him off guard with a backhand to the jaw. Nicholas follows it with a knee to the gut and hits the Switchblade. Nicholas gets up slowly, his face with the same stony expression as before.)

Nicholas Pride: "No need for words, Alexander. They can't help you now. At Wrestlefest, it'll be a trial by fire for you."

(Calmly, Nicholas puts his hands in his pockets and walks away.)

HS: "We have a hard hitting match coming up next, folks."

FJ: "Yeah, this one will surely leave you with cringes on your faces."

HS: "After Brian Stevens sneakily eliminated Brian Williams from the Battle Royal last week, Brian Williams has been in one hell of a mood, I'm sure."

FJ: "That's right, C.O.C.K.-boy. I'm sure that Williams has nothing but bad intentions for Brian Stevens."

(The lights go out. As the ominous opening chords begin to build, after a long pause, a single deep bluelight 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 and awaits Brian Stevens' arrival.)

HS: "Brian Williams is probably out here to exact revenge on Brian Stevens for eliminating him."

FJ: "Wait, why would he want to punish Stevens if it was Jeff Christianson who caused the distraction?"

HS: "Because Stevens acted on that distraction and tossed him over the rope."

FJ: "Actually, he was just following the rules and trying to win."

(The lights slowly dim in the arena and the fans start booing immediately, knowing full well of the man about to make his entrance. “Jet Black New Year” by Thursday hits over the PA System and white strobes start dancing, coordinated to the intro. As the secondary intro hits, red flashing lights accompany the white strobes, still mingling with the songs beat. Stevens emerges from the back once the secondary intro hits and stands atop the entrance ramp and stares down into the audience, looking back and forth at his hecklers. Stevens finally makes his way down the ramp, stopping at the bottom to eat up the crowd’s hatred. Stevens continues to the right, circling the ring. Stevens will occasionally stand on a chair near the guardrail (used by arena security) and bridge himself with a leg on the chair and another on the guardrail. Stevens throws his arms up and starts jawing with the nearby fans. Stevens smiles as he gets assaulted by verbal hatred from the crowd. Stevens will continue circling the ring until he slides in unexpectedly and starts cockily pounding his chest before throwing open his arms. Stevens does this at all four sides, feeding off of the crowds animosity.)

FJ: "If Brian beats Brian, how do you think Brian will feel?"

HS: "Wait...what??"

FJ: "IT'S THE BATTLE OF THE BRIANS!!!"

HS: "Oh brother..."

(As Stevens turns from the ropes, Williams grabs him by the throat and chokeslams him to the mat with harsh force. Williams picks him up and chokeslams him again, for a second time! Williams picks up Stevens, but Stevens kicks Williams in the knee, and then punches him in the face. Stevens takes off his entrance attire and gets in stance. Williams runs towards Stevens, but he hits a drop toe hold on Williams. Williams gets up and is greeted by Stevens as he applies a Russian leg sweep, but Williams counters it into a sidewalk slam. Stevens attempts to get up, but Williams kicks Stevens in the stomach, causing great pain. Williams senses this and kicks him again. Stevens is on his stomach, clutching his hurting ribs. Williams kicks him again with so much force that Stevens flips onto his back. Williams picks him up and applies a bear hug to the broken midsection of his oppoent. Stevens screams out in pain as Williams applies more force. Stevens tries to escape by any means he can. He gouges at Williams' eyes, but that doesn't work. He punches Williams in the face several times, but that doesn't work. Stevens kicks Williams in the groin...now that works. Williams loosens the hold just enough for Stevens to grab Williams' head and nail him into the mat with a tornado DDT.)

FJ: "Wow! What a great start to this match!"

HS: "Indeed. It also seems that Brian Williams is not going to give up too lightly."

FJ: "PFFT! Please, Brian cannot beat Brian."

HS: "Which one?"

FJ: "Nevermind..."

(Stevens waits for Williams to get up.)

HS: "A grave error on Stevens' part."

(Brian Williams makes it to his knees, but then Stevens runs towards him and nails a standing leg lariat. Williams falls backwards, but then turns and gets to his feet.)

FJ: "What a massive machine he is."

(Williams turns and looks at Stevens. Brian Williams and Brian Stevens collide and tie up in the collar and elbow. Williams pushes Stevens into the ropes and on the rebound, hits a big boot on Stevens' face, sending him to the mat so hard, that whiplash probably occurred. Williams drops a knee into the back of Stevens and he cries out a bit as he starts to hold his ribs. Williams picks up Stevens and shoves his head between his legs. Williams hits a hard powerbomb, with Stevens crashing to the mat. Williams pulls Stevens up again and nails another hard hitter. Williams does this a few more times, each time is taking out lots of energy from Stevens and injuring those sensative ribs some more. Williams hits one last one, the fifth one, and Stevens is lying on the mat, clutching his ribs. Williams covers Stevens for a pin...)

HS: "All of those massively hard powerbombs should put any man away! ONE...TWO.- Ah, no! Not quite three, as Brian Stevens get his shoulder off the canvas."

FJ: "And that's because Brian Stevens isn't just any normal man. He's a SENSATIONAL man!"

(Williams, pleased that Stevens didn't get pinned, picks him up from the mat. Stevens stiff kicls Williams in the stomach. Williams appears to be out of breath and stunned for a brief second, but that's all that was needed as Stevens hits a step up enziguri on the monster. Williams fails to go down, and Stevens runs towards Williams again and hits a shining wizard whch sends Williams to his knees. Stevens bounces off the ropes behind Williams and nails an elbow strike that puts Williams onto his stomach. Stevens rolls him over and pins him...)

HS: "Stevens with the pin, ONE...TWO.- Williams kicks out with authority, tossing Stevens off him like a wet towel."

FJ: "This is such a close contest. Brian may win today."

HS: "Brian who?"

FJ: "I don't know...what just happened?"

HS: "Nothing did."

(Williams gets to his feet and picks Stevens up off the mat and hits a neckbreaker. Williams picks Stevens off the mat and sends a fist to the throat of Stevens. Brian Stevens drops to his knees, clutching his throat, while Williams smiles. Williams brings Stevens to his feet and hits a DDT on the stunned opponent. Williams looks down and sees Stevens coughing, while looking down at the canvas. Williams nails several hard knees to the back of Stevens' head, and then follows it up with an elbow to the back, putting all of his weight into the shot, crushing some more ribs.)

HS: "These two men are giving it their all as they fight for the opportunity to walk out of here the winner."

FJ: "In affect, this is a Pro-AWA wrestler against an Anti-AWA wrestler. This could possibly turn the tide for some of the guys in the back or even the fans in this whole Keiko Ono-Low-Whisper saga."

HS: "And it's about redemption. Brian Stevens wants to prove that he is indeed worthy for the AWA World Heavyweight Championship and Brian Williams is out for redemption after losing the Battle Royal last week due to some underhanded teamwork from Christianson and Stevens."

(Williams grabs Stevens by the legs and starts to entangle them into his submission maneuver, the Struggle Within! Stevens starts to writhe in pain, in part also because his ribs hurt so damn much. Williams presses his knee into the spine now of Brian Stevens, to halt him from trying to reverse the submission hold. Stevens' attempts to break free start to dwindle as he's now trying to stay with us. He tries to grab Williams' leg, but it's no use. He tries to crawl to the ropes, but the condition of his body and Williams' shear weight aren't light enough for his arms to carry. Stevens lifts up one more time, but then he drops to the mat.)

FJ: "Wait, what's going on here?"

HS: "It seems that Brian Stevens may have passed out from the pain."

FJ: "That's not possible!"

(The referee picks up Brian's arm, raises it, and drops it. It hits the mat and he calls out a "ONE". The referee does this again, and it drops to the mat. He calls out a "TWO".)

FJ: "One more drop, and this match ends...DAMN!"

HS: "Let's see if Brian Stevens can muster up any more strength to counter this move."

(The referee picks up the arm, drops it, but Brian Stevens stops it from hitting the mat as he tries to wiggle out of this move some more. Williams isn't to please by this and he moves his knee to Brian's head to stop any type of reversal. After some time, Stevens stops moving again. The referee picks up one arm and drops it..."ONE". The referee picks up the arm again and drops it..."TWO". The referee does this a third time...)

HS: "Can Stevens pull it together for a second time?"

FJ: "I don't know."

HS: "...THREE. Man, Brian Williams wins this match."

FJ: "Stevens passed out from the pain? Was it really that bad?"

HS: "Well, why don't you get into the ring with Brian Williams and have a match like that with him."

FJ: "No thanks."

(The referee raises Williams’ hand in the ring as “Harvester of Sorrow” begins, however, and without warning, NHL with a chair in hand, and Lars Fredrickson, with Cambodian Cane in hand make a rush for the ring. Williams is blind sided by a massive chair shot to the head, however the monster of man is only dazed and doesn’t go down. Lars quickly follows up with a two swift and immense shots to Williams forehead with his Cambodian cane. However, Williams still refuses to fall to the mat. Williams is quite dazed at this point, Lars runs against the ropes, and blasts Williams in the head with a final cane shot, splitting his head wide open, and blood begins to pour freely from Williams head as he finally is forced to the mat. Lars is quick to attack as NHL goes to the aid of Stevens who has finally come to and is beginning to rise to his feet. After a few vicious stomps to the fallen Williams, Lars quickly because spreading open Williams wound with the cane, blood is everywhere!))

HS: This is just SICKENING! What’s Lars even doing in the ring with Damage Inc.?

FJ: You’ve been commentating for how long Herb? If you’ve learned at least one think in your alcoholic life ringside, is that Lars Fredrickson ALWAYS has a plan up his sleeve!

(Back in the ring, Lars is still prying open the wound, and finally lets go. Stevens is quite shaken and winded, but is back to his feet. The three men take turns stomping on Williams, before finally pushing him with their boot to the matted floor outside the ring. The three men are pleased with their action, and Lars is quick to call for the ring mic)

Lars: Hmmm…looks like SOMEONE needs a “medic”!

(Lars, Stevens, and Lee all shoot each other looks, and then start laughing feverishly. The crowd is on their feet hissing at the three men in the ring.)

Lars: Speaking of medics…I think it would only be appropriate if the three guys who put the “fun” back in dysfunctional come out to the ring to hear my announcement face to face! Come on guys, grab your walkers and get out here!)

HS: What kind of announcement could Lars possibly make?

FJ: I’d be more concerned with the fact that it appears that Mr. Fredrickson has officially teamed-up with Damage Inc. by the looks of things.

HS: After all of the events that have happened so far tonight, President Gray can’t be too happy with this.

FJ: Looks like you’ll be sharing your nightly bottle of hard alcohol with Gray when this is said and done.

(The camera cuts to the entrance ramp, and out walks the reunited Family; The Paramedics and Ray Owens. All three men are in their wrestling attire, even Owens is looking for some action tonight. The three men meet the bloody Brain Williams half-way to the ring, and help the giant back to his feet. Lars quickly interrupts)

Lars: I think this guy needs some REAL medical attention…Johnny, you’ll just end up sticking needles in his arm!

(The three men in the ring laugh, as Johnny is quick to flip Lars the bird. A few of the AWA’s security staff and a medical trainer come help Williams to the back, the Family begin to walk closer to the ring, before Lars raises a hand stopping them.)

Lars: That’s close enough gentlemen. I wanted you to have a front row seat for this monumental announcement and that’s all. So just sit tight where you are, and listen up!

FJ: The anticipation is killing me!

Lars: Week in and week out there have been many injustices being handed out left and right to the most talented athletes in the AWA today. Injustices like the one we witnessed last week, with Low hand-picking his successor as Heavyweight Champion. It seems to me that the man standing in the ring with me right now, Brain Stevens, was wholly SCREWED out of winning the gold. If nothing else, a re-match should have taken place this week. I find it funny that Low has set out to maintain the integrity of his beloved AWA, yet he was quick to piss on the integrity and honor associated with winning the most sought after title in this business today! Am I the only one with the balls to come out and say that there is something completely wrong with the fact that the only people in this federation right now holding titles are the ones fighting for its survival? Stevens and Lee were also both screwed out of a re-match for the tag titles, a re-match they SURELY deserved, their have been only a handful of people in this federation since its inception that are even worth mentioning when it comes to the tag team division, and Damage Inc. sits high atop that short list. Early tonight, Jeff Christianson was also dealt a harsh injustice by the powers that be in this company, by being placed in a three-on-one handicapped match.

Lars: There is a reason why all of these injustices have been allowed to take place. President Gray may not have full control over the booking of matches anymore, but one this he does have is pull with the half-owner Low. Although Gray may not have the authority to book matches, I know for FACT, that he’s been the one suggesting matches every week. This wouldn’t be a problem is the other part owner, Whisper, would speak up on the matter. However, Whisper, the man who is supposedly so hell bent on seeing the AWA fall to its doom has been nothing more than a silent partner. He has done NOTHING to work towards making things right. Meanwhile, I’ve been busy working my tail off trying to come up with a solution to this. However, I’ve been fighting nothing more than a losing battle in a board room, with only 2% say in what happens here. That’s why I stand before you tonight with this relic of my past in hand!

(Lars raises his Cambodian cane high above him, boo’s ring out from not only the crowd, but The Family as well)

Lars: Much blood has fallen on this very mat thanks to this, and the time has come for more blood shed. I’m no longer fighting this losing battle for justice in a suit and tie, ACTION, after all, speaks FAR louder than words. Wins and losses in the record books mean nothing to me anymore, winning the war is all that matters anymore. This is why I have called for an alliance with Damage Incorporated. We agree that it is time to fight this black plague of injustice flowing through the veins of the AWA, as you can see from much of our handy work already achieved tonight The AWA needs to die, and we will not stand idly by and watch the Low’s and Gray’s play the puppeteers any longer! But what shall rise from the ashes of the AWA? Sanctuary will rise! Greener pastures where the TRUE talent of this business will shine in their rightful spots…a place where LEGITAMATE champions will be crowned…a place…that I like to call…the LWA!!

(The fans go berserk after this massive announcement, Lars waits for the deafening sound to subside before continuing)

Lars: Mr. Stevens, Mr. Lee, and I will put up our own finances for the creation of this Promised Land. Those in the locker room watching this now need to make a decision. A decision to either fall victim to this sickening corruption, or help us in destroying it! The proverbial whistle has finally been blown. Fighting for personal goals will not grant us victory; we must instead stand united in search of the destruction we so willing seek. For all of the guys in the black screaming “I BLEED AWA” at the top of their imaginary mountains…look good and well at the three men standing in the ring right now, and take a good look at the stains on the cane in my hand…because WE WILL MAKE THE AWA BLEED!

(The crowd is still very impatient to settle down, and The Family is eager to get into the ring and shut Lars up. A referee senses what is about to erupt, and rushes to the ring sliding in. The Family walk quickly to the ring, but before they can enter, Lars stops them once more)

Lars: Easy easy…looks like you guys didn’t get the memo I sent out today, did you?

(Stevens, Lee, and Lars are grin from cheek to cheek as Lars points behind The Family to the entrance way. Simultaneously out walk “The Dark Warrior” Jeff Christianson, the newly crowned Tag Team Champions, The Canucks, Nicholas Pride, and Dustin Dread. The gang of men all have a very hungry look in there eyes, and swarm in around the ring. Ray Owens and the Paramedics are outside the ring by themselves, looking in every direction not sure where to anticipate the first attack from. Lars and NHL are busy yelling at the referee to ring the bell, he finally does. NHL heads over to the side of the ring and begins taunting The Family, while Lars verbally forces the referee to start counting out the Medics. The ref get to an 8 count before the Medics slide into the ring, leaving Owens alone on the outside. Before the Medics can get to their feet, NHL and Lars are quick on the attack stomping on both men. Lars tosses Lighting over the top rope into enemy territory, but Owens manages to grab a chair and fend of Lighting’s attackers. Lars returns to his corner, and begins to taunt and laugh at Owens and Lighting who are now surrounded on all sides. Back in the ring, NHL is laying waste to Striker with several stiff punches to the face, he then whips Striker into Lars’ corner. The referee is distracted by the gang beat-down that is about to happen on the outside of the ring, and is attempting to make sure Lighting can make it back to his corner. Lars takes this opportunity to choke Striker while gives three heavy stomps to Striker’s abdomen.)

HS: "This isn’t just an uphill battle for the Paramedics it’s a damn slaughter!"

FJ: "And I LOVE it!"

(A shoving match begins on the outside of the ring between Brain Stevens and Ray Owens, and the referee is forced to jump outside of the ring to try to break it up. Once again, NHL and Lars use this to their advantage, and after a quick DDT by NHL, Lars delivers a nasty leg-drop from the top ropes to Striker. Lars and NHL begin to stomp on the fallen Medic in the ring, never letting up. The ref finally calms things down outside the ring breaking the inevitable fight between Owens and Steven up, and Lighting slides back in the ring. NHL and Lars as still laying the boots to Striker on the mat, NHL looks up, but before he has time to react, it laid out by Lighting with a huge closeline. Lars makes a run for Lighting, but is barely stopped by the referee, who is becoming quite fed up, and orders Lars and Lighting back to their corners.)

HS: "Finally the ref is getting some order in this match."

FJ: "With all of these men hungry for blood on the outside of the ring, that order isn’t going to be maintained for that long I’m sure!"

(NHL is the first one back to his feet, and picks up the still hurt Striker, he whips him to the friendly corner, and tags in Lars. Lars jumps over the ropes a heads for the center of the ring, NHL gives Striker a hard irish whip, and Lars nails Striker in the square in the face with a big dropkick. With a large grin on his face, Lars arrogantly places his boot on Strikers chest, the ref goes down to make the count, Striker kicks out at 2. Lars grabs Striker by the hair, lifts him up, and quickly drops him with a snap fisherman’s suplex. He immediately heads over to the side of the ring where Owens stands, Lars begins yelling and taunting Owens, pointing at Striker in the ring who is attempting in vein to get back to his feet. On the outside of the ring, Stevens and The Dark Warrior sneak up behind Lightning, pulling him down off the apron and the two begin double-teaming him. The ref quickly exits the ring, trying to break up yet another fight. NHL enters the ring, picks up Striker, and tosses him over the top ropes, pursuing him to the mat below. The rest of the Anti-AWA guys on the outside of the ring join in on the fight, leaving Lars center ring laughing at the carnage erupting below.)

HS: "I think we need to send a SWAT team down here or something!"

FJ: "Wait! Look! Owens just slid into the ring!"

(Owens and Lars are center ring, each man looking eye to eye at each other. The tension is so thick between the two that it can’t even be cut with a knife. The fans in the audience go wild.)

HS: "Looks like we’re going to finally see that re-match between the two Hall-of-Famers!"

FJ: "This confrontation has been years in the making! Both men are out solely for blood at this point."

(The two men are still viciously staring each other down in the ring, suddenly each men makes a dash towards opposite ropes, but before either men can connect “Drink New Bloody” by Iggy Pop blares through the arena, Lars quickly slides out of the ring to friendly territory. All of the anti-AWAer’s eyes are completely fixed towards the entrance way. Low steps onto the ramp, microphone in one hand, and a hockey stick in the other.))

Low: "I’m sorry to interrupt “Mr.” Fredrickson…but it seems like a few friends of mine forgot to send you our RSVP’s for this little party…"

(With that Low raises his hockey stick high in the air, as all of the Pro-AWA guys, led by John Williams with title belt in hand come down to the ring. Trailing behind the group is even Brian Williams with a large bandage haggardly plastered to the open-wound on his forehead. The Anti-AWA crew starts to convene into a large group opposite of the Pro-AWA group.)

HS: "Here comes the calvalry!"

FJ: "Looks like someone else didn’t forget about a certain relic from the past!"

HS: "Now, I bet this is an even fight now!"

(The outside of the ring is completely separated into two sides, the Anti-AWAer’s on one side, and the Pro-AWAer’s on the opposite side. The referee is the only man left inside the ring, and the look on his face easily reads “I’m not getting paid enough for this!” The two conflicting factions stare each other down from opposing sides of the ring, each side awaiting the inevitable brawl, taunting each side to make the first move. The Medics are now back in the ring, coaxing Lars and NHL to finish the match they started. Lars and NHL exchange grins and slide into the ring. Lars and Lightning stay in the ring for the continuation of the match. The two men lock-up, and Lighting elevates Lars with a suplex. Lightning quickly falls to the mat and proceeds to choke the life out of Fredrickson. The ref, intent on attempting to keep at least a semblance of order, quickly breaks up the blatant chock-hold. Lars is somewhat quick to his feet, but is rubbing his neck, Lightning goes in with heavy right hook, Lars manages to block, and goes for an irish whip on Lightning, Lightning quickly counters, and sends Lars to the mat with a quick back-drop. Lightning shows his years of tag team experience, and tags in Striker. The Medics are about to double-team Fredrickson, but the ref puts a stop to it, fighting Lightning back to the apron.)

FJ: "Look at this bias abuse of power by this AWA official. He should be summarily fired for this action."

HS: "Oh please."

(NHL slips into the ring and cracks Striker int he back of the head with a hard forearm. Lars sees this and both NHL and Lars help Striker up and hit him with a double suplex. The referee turns around and looks at both NHL and Lars. Lars starts to back off as he steps into his corner. NHL picks up Striker and nails a northern lights suplex and then slaps on a boston crab. Striker is too close to the ropes though and grabs the bottom rope. After the count of four, NHL releases the hold. The referee gets in NHL's face about the blatant disregard for order, but Henry doesn't take too kindly to that reaction. As he argues with the referee, Striker grabs NHL from behind and hits a reverse DDT. NHL lands on the mat hard and Striker mounts NHL and starts giving him hard shots to his face. Lars comes through the ropes to interfere, but Lightning shows signs of his last name by clotheslining Fredrickson straight to the mat.)

FJ: "I would say that Henry and Lars are showing signs of great partnership, but the Paramedics are also showing those same great signs."

HS: "Strange, isn't it?"

FJ: "Not really."

(Striker stops with the attack and brings NHL to his feet. Striker whips NHL into the ropes and attempts a clothesline, but NHL ducks below the clothesline and hits a flying forearm off the rebound. NHL climbs a neutral turnbuckle and jumps off, hitting a hard elbow drop to the chest of Striker. NHL goes for the pin...ONE...TWO..- Striker lifts his shoulder off the mat. NHL slams his hand down on the mat in frustratin as he brings Striker to his feet. Striker and NHL tie up in the collar and elbow, and Striker breaks free, waistlocks NHL, and lifts in a German suplex. Striker jumps towards his corner and tags in Johnny Lightning. Lightning picks NHL up off the mat and delivers a sharp snap suplex. NHL grabs his back as he looks for Lars. Lightning grabs NHL by his legs and drags him back from the corner. NHL starts to get up, and with kicks Lightning in the face with his free foot. With the stunned Lightning, NHL is able to tag in Lars Fredrickson.)

FJ: "Now we're talking!"

HS: "Let's see if Lars can get it on with Johnny Lightning."

(Lars quickly knocks Lightning down to the mat. He then whips Lightning into the ropes and pushes him over the top rope and into the Anti-AWA side of the ring. Lightning gets helped to his feet by Jeff Christianson. Lightning looks at Christianson as he starts to smile and then he kicks Lightning in the stomach and hits an implant DDT. Brian Stevens jumps into the air and drops a knee to the back of Lightning's head. Terry James picks up Lightning and rolls him into the ring, spoiling Stevens' fun. Brian glares at James as Terry flashes the Tag Team title on his shoulder. Lars picks up Lightning and hits him with a cradle brainbuster suplex. Lars begins returning the favor from earlier in the match and begins a frantic choke-hold on Lighting. The ref is quick to break it up, and Lars pounces to his feet taunting the Pro-AWA side of the ring. Ray Owens immediately jumps up on the ring apron with vicious words towards “The Man That May Just End Your Career.” Lars charges towards Owens on the apron, but Owens hops off and Lars misses. He turns around to find himself on the receiving end of HUGE spinning heel kick by lighting. The in-ring intelligence of Lars kicks in, and he slides out of the ring into friendly territory to catch his breath. Lightning await Lars return to the ring, and once he finally slides back in, the two men lock up in the center of the ring. Lighting has the advantage, and whips Lars to the ropes, NHL slaps Lars on the bag, and the ref allows the tag. NHL hops into the ring as Lars ducks under a closeline from Lighting. Lars bounces off the opposite rope, but is tripped up from the outside of the ring by Brian Williams. The two immediately exchange blows. Lightning is unaware of the tag made, and NHL is quick to capitalize, with a massive forearm smash to Lightnings head. Lightning is down, and upon noticing the brawl between Lars and Brian Williams on the outside of the ring, steps outside to break it up. By now the ref has no choice but to pull is hair out in the middle of the ring. NHL gives the monster Brian Williams a good shot to the head, and NHL and Lars have the advantage on the beast, however, from behind Low gives NHL a huge shot to the lower back with his hockey stick, sending NHL to his knees in pain. As if on cue, the Anti-AWA side quickly rushes the Pro-AWA side.)

HS: Looks like business is about to pick-up!

FJ: Would you stop ripping people’s catch phrases off? I hope that once the LWS gets going they find a suitable replacement for you!

(The referee seems to have no choice but to throw the match out due to the locker room brawl on the outside of the ring, however after avoiding a big right hook from Quade De’sade NHL painfully manages to roll back into the ring. Lightning is preoccupied enough with the events going out outside the ring, which it gives NHL the opportunity to recover enough to get to his feet. The two-men begin trading left fists, but neither man refuses to fall. Finally, NHL blocks a spinning right hand, and sends Lightning to the mat with a big haymaker uppercut. Once again the referee’s attention is drawn OUTSIDE of the ring after the sickening sound of Low breaking his hockey stick over Jeff Christianson’s face echoes throughout the arena. A few feet away Lars manages to find his Cambodian cane and smashes The Fish clear across the skull with it. Striker is now off the apron as well, helping Owens double team Pride. Lightning soon follows to make it a three-on-one, but The Canucks close in to even the odds!)

HS: There’s no way the ref can continue to call this match under these conditions! We need every ref in the back!

FJ: Hey, didn’t you listen to Mr. Fredrickson earlier? None of this would be happening if it weren’t for Low’s reign of tyranny!

(Out of nowhere, John Williams slides into the ring, championship belt in hand, he rushes towards NHL still distracted by the chaos on the outside of the ring, who catches the gold belt right in the face. Williams slides out of the ring, and is quickly met by Stevens, and the two begin trading blows, leaving NHL knocked-out in the ring. Lightning slides back into the ring, and notices NHL bloody on the mat. Before he can react, Lars slide back into the ring as well, Cambodian cane in hand, he slams Lightning with two swift and vicious shots to the head with the cane. Lighting crumbles to the mat, directly on top of NHL! Striker grabs Lars by a leg, tripping him, and pulling him to the outside of the ring. The referee, fed-up with the calamity on the outside of the ring, drops to the mat, makes a quick three-count, calls for the bell, and high-tails it to the locker room.)

FJ: Did we just witness another screw-job??

HS: I think we just witnessed a man who has a wife and three young children at home who would like to see them again!

(Before the announcer even has the chance to declare the Paramedics the winner…the brawl on the outside of the ring pours inside.)

HS: Looks like all of the battle lines have finally been clearly drawn, this brawl could last right up through Wrestle Fest!

FJ: Remeber one thing Herb, you have on thing in common with everyon fighting for survival in that ring right now. You're all Pro-C.O.C.K! HAHA! But at least Lars and Damage Inc. accomplished what Whisper never intended to do, and rallied the troops!

HS: The path to Wrestle Fest is going to be a bloody one that's for sure....and Lars and Owens are just itching to go one-on-one with each other!

(Lars fends off any attackers with his Cambodian cane, and begins walking backwards up the stage ramp. Owens too manages to break free and slides outside the ring. Both men make eye contact, as the camera cuts to Lars pointing at Owens and then pointing at the blood stained on his cane mouthing the words “You’re blood is next”, and then the camera cuts back to Owens, standing motionless in front of the chaos behind him, he mouths the words “bring it on” as the camera fades to black and the AWA logo appears…)