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AWA SUNDAY NIGHT SHOCK, December 11, 2005, Wachovia Center, Philadelphia, PA

(The AWA Logo flashes across the screen, and then we change into the Shock Intro. After its completion, we change to the Wachovia Center and we see the huge pyrotechnic display on the stage. After the dazzling finish, the cameras pan the audience, searching for those memorable signs from the super fans of the AWA. "Whisper OWNS Low" "Lars will DAMAGE the Family!" "Canucks Tag Team Champs??" "Ron 'Onslaught' Bergundy!" are among the signs seen in the crowd. The cameras change to ring side as Herb Summers and Frank Jackson are about to kick off the exciting night, one week before WRESTLEFEST!)

HS: "Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to what may be the last AWA Shock ever to broadcast on television. I am Herb Summers and I sit alongside..."

FJ: "...God, er, Frank Jackson! Herb, if the AWA is to die, what will you do without me?"

HS: "I would probably throw a party."

FJ: "Cool! I'll bring th-"

HS: "-Without you, Frank."

FJ: "Oh, I see how it is..."

HS: "Frank, we are ONE WEEK away from Wrestlefest VII and I must say that this is the most chaotic I have ever seen the AWA in my career here!"

FJ: "Yes, we still have no LINE UP or anything concerning Wrestlefest, but all we do know is that Low and Whisper will battle for Keiko Ono's 2% of the company and the winner will have the controlling interest in what happens after the event."

HS: "But, I'm sure that we are all left in suspense for a reason as to what matches will headline one of the greatest events in AWA history. But, tonight we have one hell of a crazy card!"

FJ: "You're telling me. Quade deSade, the current No Limits Champion, will face Snake and Winter Santiaga in triple threat action tonight...but no belt on the line."

HS: "Not only that, but the NEW AWA Tag Team Champions, the Canucks, will take on former Carnival buddies Andreas Lasiewicz and Cynder in non-title action as well."

FJ: "So what! Brian Williams gets to destroy the rookie Nicholas Pride tonight. That is what I look forward to!"

HS: "Well, we also have another triple threat match tonight which pits Logan "Chaos Stryke" Alexander against the leader of the resistance, Whisper, and John Rourke. This should be a great competition!"

FJ: "Not only that, but Nathaniel Henry Lee and Brian Stevens get to take on Johnny Lightning and Steven Striker tonight! Now we will see who is the better tag team, Damage, Inc. or The Paramedics!"

HS: "And in our scheduled main event, we have Lars Fredrickson, leader of the AWA offices on Little Rock, Arkansas, taking on the Family's fearless leader, Ray Owens. This should be a classic in the making as these two Hall of Famers battle it out tonight, on the last Shock before Wrestlefest VII!"

FJ: "And possibly the last Shock EVER!"

HS: "Let's hope not."

(We head backstage at the Wachovia Center in Philadelphia. We find ourselves focused on AWA President Travis Gray. He is walking down a nameless hallway in the arena as he stops in front of a door labeled to be his office. Travis, dressed professionally as always in a suit and tie, smiles politely at a passing female production assistant before turning the handle to the door of his office and entering. Travis stops dead in his tracks as he sees something to his dislike in his office…and that is “The Sensational” Brian Stevens, whom is seated behind Travis Gray’s desk! Brian is dressed in a black, tight-fitting “Minor Threat” t-shirt, a pair of beat-up blue jeans with a hole in both knees, black worn out boots and black cloth fingerless gloves. Brian has his hands behind his head and he is reclined behind the desk of Gray, with his feet perched atop his mahogany desk. “The Sensational One” smiles mischievously at Gray before standing up to greet his nemesis…)

“THE SENSATIONAL” BRIAN STEVENS: “Well, I was wondering when you were going to show up, Travis. I was worried that you might have been ducking me.”

TRAVIS GRAY: “Oh, get over yourself, Stevens. What in the world makes you think that I would be ducking you. I’ve got nothing to hide from you.”

BRIAN STEVENS: “I never said you were hiding something, dip shit. I WAS referring to the stipulation I made last week. One you obviously didn’t take to heart because here I am with STILL no title shot.”

TRAVIS GRAY: “And I told you last week, I CAN’T give you a title shot.”

BRIAN STEVENS: “Actually, Travis. You CAN! I looked into it. I talked with many people within this god forsaken company, EVERYONE from your secretary to the VP of Talent Relations himself, Jonathon Lea. So, here I am, Travis. Face to face. Man to man. GIVE ME MY TITLE SHOT!”

(Travis Gray is now starring at the floor of his carpeted office. He knows now that he’s been caught in a lie…but he sucks in a deep breath and stares Brian Stevens right in the eyes…)

TRAVIS GRAY: “Brian. You’re right. I CAN make that match. It’s still within my power. You caught me red handed in a lie and there’s nothing I can say to save face.”

BRIAN STEVENS: “Well, the truth is I’m better than you, Gray. But hey, you knew that by now. If you thought that I wouldn’t find out, then you are dumber than you look!”

TRAVIS GRAY: “Brian. I DID count on you finding out. Just not this soon. However, that doesn’t matter now because as far as your title shot request is concerned: consider it DENIED! The truth is, Brian…I DON’T LIKE YOU! I don’t like you one damn bit. You are the most obnoxious, arrogant, and cocky person I have EVER met in my life and you NEVER stop running your mouth. EVER! You don’t deserve the AWA World Heavyweight Title more or less a chance to even earn it!”

BRIAN STEVENS: “Travis. I ALSO thought you’d say that. In fact, I counted on it. I know I don’t have the title shot against John Williams at Wrestlefest and obviously I don’t have it tonight. But hell, after Lars Fredrickson and Damage, Incorporated fucking ANNIHILATE The Family, the AWA will be DEAD anyways! So FUCK YOU and FUCK the AWA World Heavyweight Champion John Williams! After Wrestlefest, the LWA will be opened for business and it will be “The Sensational” Brian Stevens who ushers that promotion to greatness!”

TRAVIS GRAY: “Brian. I don’t care about you and I don’t care about the LWA. Please, just get out of my office.”

BRIAN STEVENS: “I will, Travis…WHEN I’M DONE TALKING! Until then, you’ll listen to EVERY goddamn word I have to say!”

TRAVIS GRAY: “NO! I’m done listening, Brian. Leave or I will have security MAKE you leave. Is THAT clear?!”

BRIAN STEVENS: “Oh, fuck off, Gray. This is between you and I so grow some balls and own up for your actions, kid!”

TRAVIS GRAY: “Brian, I’m done dealing with you. After The Family destroys Damage, Inc. at Wrestlefest in New York City, you will be out of a job. You will be out of a job and it’ll be the happiest day of my life!”

BRIAN STEVENS: “Actually, Travis. I CAN’T be fired. I have a guaranteed contract with the AWA until February 26th of next year! So even IF the AWA stays open, which I highly fucking doubt, then you STILL have me to deal with and I’ll STILL be gunning for that AWA World Heavyweight Championship.”

TRAVIS GRAY: “Even IF that’s true, then there’s NOTHING you can do to change my mind about granting you a title shot.”

BRIAN STEVENS: “Well, if you give a shit about your talent roster, then MAYBE you’ll change your mind. Trust me, Travis…if you thought last week was bad, then you haven’t seen ANYTHING yet! I hope you can handle having that on your conscience because tonight, I’M OUT FOR BLOOD!”

(Brian Stevens steps up and gets in the face of Travis Gray before smirking and walking away from Travis Gray and exiting his office…)

HS: “Damn that Brian Stevens!”

FJ: “WHAT!? He hasn’t even done anything yet!”

HS: “No, maybe he hasn’t…but he WILL! I don’t even want to know what he has planned for tonight!”

FJ: “Oh, shut up, Herb! I very badly want to know what Stevens and Damage, Inc. have in store for tonight. I’m sure it’s something good and diabolical!”

HS: “I’m sure it’ll be diabolical, all right! Ever since Brian Stevens was robbed…”

FJ: “SCREWED! He was screwed, Herbie! Get it right!”

HS: “Fine. Ever since Brian Stevens was screwed out of the AWA World Heavyweight Championship by Low AND John Williams, he has been absolutely obsessed with getting his hands on that belt.”

FJ: “Well, wouldn’t you be? After all, it’s kinda the biggest belt in professional wrestling and, lets face it: Brian Stevens is kind of a big deal.”

(The soft intro of "Digging up the corpses" hits the PA system and, when the lead singer screams "Tell me another story", a massive fall of fire erupts from the stage. The six foot three monster walks through the curtain, flanked by his sister Maria "Violent Harmony" Inganno dressed in the most beautiful black silk dress. Deep within the black mask, those eyes once so bright green now look black and hate-filled as they stare up at the ring. Jumping to the apron he places a leg over the ropes then another and starts toward the center of the ring. Standing in the left corner away from the ramp, Snake awaits his opponents. Harmony goes around to the side of the ring to cheer him on.)

HS: “Snake has recently returned to the AWA and is looking to make a giant impact tonight! He faces the No Limits champion, Quade deSade and a new upstart that is breaking out from her gender’s stereotypes, Winter Santiaga.”

(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. She 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. Snake just looks on and stares at her with those cold, black holes.)

HS: “Snake seems to be an emotionless man sometimes. Just looking at those eyes of his takes away your energy sometimes.”

FJ: “It’s his loss that he can’t feel for that beautiful lady in the middle of the ring!”

(“Sadness” by Enigma reverbs from the speakers. Heavy industrial chords counterpoint the agonizing screams peeling from the images on screen. The Crucifier practiced on opponent after opponent flashes across the titanitron. Then, in a moment’s respite, only the heavy, sighing breath of an unseen woman can be heard. The Lights in the auditorium are extinguished and, like burning brimstone, flood letters spelling the name QUADE DESADE form a fiery cruciform logo. The harsh tempo resumes and the monks begin their mantra again. Bathed in the flaming incandescence of his fiery cross, Quade deSade stands at the top of the ramp. Enshrouded in the faded, travel-worn trail coat, 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. Snake continues to just stare with emptiness, this time at deSade instead of Winter. The arena lights back up and the three wrestlers in the ring begin circling around, clockwise, as the time ticks away before the match’s start.)

HS: “Even though this is a not a No Limits title match, I’m sure all of the combatants in the ring are going to push each other to the limit anyways.”

FJ: “I wish it were a title match. deSade is not a good poster boy for any title in the AWA! He keeps fighting against the leadership that Lars, Whisper and Ono have shown.”

HS: “The only leadership they are showing is leading to the end of your job here!”

(The ref calls for the bell, signifying the start of the match. Winter sprints at deSade, going for a clothesline. deSade ducks, however, and she runs into the turnbuckle behind him. She stumbles back after impact, right into a Full Nelson, courtesy of deSade. Before he can inflict much damage Snake comes rushing in with a clothesline of his own to the back of deSade’s head. deSade somehow sees this coming too though and ducks, allowing Snake to rush by and rebound off the ropes. On the return deSade throws Winter forward and with one step on the canvas she jumps up and hits a step-up Enziguri on Snake! Snake stumbles a few feet to his left, but doesn’t go down. Winter turns around to find deSade running at her. She quickly jumps forward and hits a dropkick to deSade’s knee, causing him to topple over to the matt. Winter has no time to celebrate though as Snake drives his boot straight through her head! Winter goes down like a ton of bricks and stays there as Snake shifts his attention to deSade, who is holding his knee in pain from the dropkick it received moments ago. Like a predator stocking his pray, Snake stands behind deSade as the No Limits champion slowly rises to his feet. As soon as deSade gains a vertical base Snake grabs him from behind and Irish Whips him into the ropes. He lifts his right and into the air and as deSade comes back on the rebound he brings his hand forward to clutch around deSade’s neck. deSade suddenly leaps into the air though and hits Snake in the face with a huge dropkick!)

HS: “The Fiery Cross nearly took Snake’s head off with that dropkick with all that momentum he had off that Irish Whip!”

(This time Snake falls down to the canvas, but deSade’s troubles get him nowhere as Winter is now up to her feet. deSade gets to his feet as well and the two get into an uncharacteristic lock-up in the middle of the ring. deSade gains an upper hand after a few moments and uses it to hit an arm drag takedown on Winter. Winter quickly gets up, only to get arm dragged to the canvas again. She gets up right away once more though, this time reversing deSade’s arm drag attempt into one of her own, sending deSade down to the canvas. deSade gets up again and Winter sets up for another arm drag, but neither gain the advantage as Snake clothesline’s both of them to the ground from behind.)

HS: “This match is going back and forward. No one seems to have more than a few moments of advantage so far!”

FJ: “Well, I don’t mind it. The longer we get to watch Winter in action, the better!”

HS: “You’re so perverted Frank!”

FJ: “So?”

(Snake picks Winter up and Irish Whips her into the ropes. She rebounds off and this time Snake is successful in hitting the SnakeStrike! He goes for the pin: one… two… deSade breaks it up with a lunging axe-handle smash to the back of Snake! Snake quickly gets off Winter and steps towards deSade, who is up to his feet. He charges in with a clothesline that drops deSade back to the matt. Snake goes for the pin: one…this time Winter breaks the pin up with a kick to Snake’s side. She helps him up to his feet and somehow manages to lift him up for an atomic drop that causes Snake to crouch slightly. She then runs to the corner and climbs the turnbuckle. Winter leaps off and wraps her legs around Snake’s neck for a flying hurricanrana, but Snake does not go down. Instead, he holds onto her legs and lifts her up to his shoulders before powerbombing her straight down to the canvas below!)

HS: “What a hellacious powerbomb on Winter! She’s going to feel that the next morning!”

FJ: “I’d like to powerbomb her onto my bed like that…and it wouldn’t be the only thing she’d be feeling something else!”

HS: “The tears in her eyes when she sees you start to take off your shirt?”

FJ: “…”

(Snake decides not to go for a pin as deSade is starting to get back to his feet now. The big monster charges for deSade again, but deSade does not let him get in clothesline range as he dropkick’s Snake in the head. That was what he was trying to do anyways, but Snake sidestepped the kick and caught deSade in a huge one-handed chokeslam instead! Snake covers deSade and the ref goes down for the count: one…two…no! deSade thrusts his hand into the air to signify that the match will still continue. Snake slams the matt in anger as he goes to argue with the ref. With the ref’s view looking up at Snake’s mask, deSade quickly takes advantage with a low blow to Snake! Snake collapses over, but deSade covers it up by rolling Snake into a small package! The ref quickly goes to count, but only gets to one as Winter quickly stops deSade’s pin attempt by pushing Snake over. This, however, causes Snake to roll right onto deSade, pinning his shoulders down with all his weight on them. Snake hooks deSade’s legs, but once again Winter breaks it up, this time with a dropkick to Snake’s face! However, this causes Snake’s shoulders to get pinned to the mat as deSade ends up in a sunset split position! Winter finally ends the series of pins though as she pulls deSade off by his hair!)

HS: “That was a strange sequence of pins there by Snake and deSade! Most of them were not even from their own actions.”

FJ: “She can- ”

HS: “No.”

(Winter helps deSade to his feet, maintaining a headlock on him the entire way. Winter then starts pounding at deSade’s head before hitting a snap suplex. deSade arcs his back in pain as Winter goes for a pin. The ref goes down to count the pin: one…two…no! deSade once again thrusts his hand into the air! Winter gets up and goes right back down as Snake nails her with a shoulder block! Snake helps her back up to her feet and Irish Whips her into the ropes. Snake starts to charge in for a power clothesline, but deSade grabs his foot and trips him up, causing the giant man’s head to slam down into the matt! Winter quickly stops her own momentum by grabbing onto the ropes and climbs up onto the top turnbuckle for the second time in the match. She leaps off into a beautiful Corkscrew Moonsault, but deSade catches her in a strange, mid-air Russian leg sweep! He quickly covers and hooks Winter’s leg. The ref goes down and begins his count: one…two…no! Snake pushes deSade off Winter with authority!)

HS: “It looks like Snake does not want this match to end just yet!”

FJ: “Well, no duh, Herb…that would give him a loss!”

(Snake quickly goes over to deSade and helps him up to his feet, Irish Whipping him into the corner with a huge amount of force, causing deSade to whiplash back down to the canvas after impact with the corner! Snake walks over and once again helps deSade to his feet. He doubles him over with a kick to the gut and hoists him up for The Injection! deSade shifts his weight though and manages to land on the top of the turnbuckle, immediately applying The Crucifier! Snake writhes around in pain as he tries to break the hold, but to no avail! However, just as it seems he is going to quit Snake powers deSade up in a desperate burst of strength, sending him crashing down onto the ropes. deSade does not land on his feet though, but in fact on a more sacred place.)

HS: “deSade almost had Snake there!”

FJ: “deSade must be hurting now though!”

(Snake glances quickly at Winter, seeing that she is still on the canvas and not moving. He then climbs to the top of the turnbuckle deSade was submitting him in and clasps his hand around the straddling deSade’s neck! The crowd seems to know what he is trying to do and starts to shout loudly. Snake hoists deSade up from his straddling position so that he is now standing on the ropes, then hoists him up one more time for the Burning Flames! All of a sudden Winter springs up to her feet though and dashes towards the corner, flipping upwards and locking her legs around Snake’s head, holding onto the top ropes beside the turnbuckle. She then swings forward, sending Snake crashing down to the matt, but at the same time Snake manages to slam deSade down with Burning Flames as well!)

Crowd: “Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!”

HS: “Winter hit her finishing maneuver, Blizzard, on Snake! But at the same time Snake hit his finishing maneuver, Burning Flames, on deSade from the top rope! Both men are down, but the woman is still up!”

(Winter quickly covers deSade and the ref goes down to count: one…two…three! The ref calls for the bell and raises Winter’s hand in victory as “Stand Up” by T.I. featuring Lil Jon, Trick Daddy and Lil Wayne blares over the PA system.)

HS: “The match was going back and forward between each of the participants until the very end, but it looks like Winter played possum to gain a huge win over both of her opponents!”

(Commercial Break)

(Returning from a commercial break, we find ourselves focused on the quickly walking figure of demented man, his eyes are cold with malice and his facial expression burns with purpose and animosity. The man before us, adorns a large, still half open gash on his forehead. The man before us is Brian Williams.)

HS: "After last weeks attack on Brian Williams, this seven foot monster of a man looks like he is out for blood."

FJ: "I wouldn’t want to be in his way, Herb... But I'd gladly throw you into the path."

HS: "Thanks Frank."

(Williams continues the unphazed, determined and malevolent walk through the back stage area, when he turns the corner and comes to a complete stop. As the camera pans about we see that "The tyrant of Destruction" Brian Williams has cast his focus upon. Jimmie “The object Undulating Special Needs Person”, El Hefe , and George Prince. Prince dressed in a PRO- C.O.C.K. T-shirt, El Hefe dressed in his classic 16th Century Spanish garb and Jimmie in his Sailor Suit all of them simultaneously look towards Williams with a look of concern, and Jimmie drools.)

(Williams immediately pounces towards all of them...Prince screams, but is cut off by a nearby chair swung by Jimmie. We could assume that it was intended for Williams but clearly he missed by a good 10 feet. El Hefe is met with a stiff boot to the face, sending him crashing backwards, he falls and then rolls to his stomach, getting a layer of filth upon his really cool clothing.. Hefe looks back at the sadistic Williams as Williams has now grabbed Jimmie. Hefe being the smartest of the group realizes the danger involved, and begins running, yelling for Lars Fredrickson.)

WILLIAMS: "Where’s FREDRICKSON!!!"

Jimmie: ::DROOLS::

(The anger builds upon the maniacal Williams' face.)

WILLIAMS: "Where is Fredrickson!!!"

Jimmie: "I've got to pee-pee!!"

(Williams frustrated and irate drives an elbow into Jimmie’s skull knocking him to the ground, and onto George Prince whom in still laying motionless on floor. We see a slight smile cross Jimmie's face however, we then see his new sailor suit become tinted a pale yellow, and then a small puddle forms under him and continues to grow until Jimmie and Prince are completely surrounded by a pool of special needs person urine. Williams walks off, still irate.)

HS: "Ladies and gentleman, up next we have the Canucks facing off against Cynder and Andreas Lasiewicz."

FJ: "Oh man, this should be a good one!"

**::SUMMARY OF ACTION!!!!::**

(The Canucks vs. Andreas Lasiewicz/Cynder (match summary))

(Cynder and Lasiewicz are already in the ring talking strategy as “Give it All” hits and the NEW Tag Team Champions the Canucks make their way to the ring wearing “I BLEED AWA” shirts with a huge spray painted X across the shirts. The Canucks slide into the ring, and before the ref calls for the bell, Cynder is blind-sided from behind by James and XTJ with the Quebec and Canadian flags both being smashed across his back and head. Lasiewicz is quick to react, locking up with James as the ref calls for the bell, and forces XTJ out of the ring and back to his corner. Cynder rolls to the outside of the ring and is obviously hurt badly by the cheap-shot. Lasiewicz takes and early advantage over James with a quick dropkick to the knee followed up by a DDT, and the match is slowed down as Lasiewicz slaps a reverse armbar on James. XTJ rushed into the ring and gives Lasiwicz and big boot to the face as the referee threatens to disqualify the tag team champs. James now has the advantage, and after an irish whip into his corner, he climbs the turnbuckle laying ten quick punches into Lasiewicz, and then tags in XTJ. The two quickly double-team him by throwing him to the ropes, they look for a double closeline, but Lasiewicz ducks, and lightly connects with the “Peace Maker” superkick on XTJ knocking him to the mat. As Lasiwicz turns around James is there to plant him with a superkick that connects fully in the sweet spot of the jaw. XTJ is back on his feet looking to pull of the Side Effect, but suddenly Cynder is back in the match, and grabs XTJ’s leg pulling him to the outside of the ring, and the two start trading blows. James follows to the outside to help out his tag team partner, as the referee starts the 10-count, Lasiewicz begins to stir in the ring. The Canucks are having an easy time double-teaming Cynder on the outside. Lasiewicz gets to his feet, runs to the ropes, and hits ALL THREE MEN with a Suicide Dive!! The ref continues with the count out….5….6….all 4 men are stirring….7…8…it’s looking like a fight between XTJ and James to get back into the ring…9…Lasiewicz is in!....10! The ref calls for the bell…and Cynder and Lasiewicz win by count out!)

HS: "Man, that dastardly Lasiewicz just screwed the Canucks out of a win!"

FJ: "Hey, all's fair in love and war."

HS: "Shut up!"

(Out of nowhere XTJ smashes a hockey stick across the back of Lasiewicz’s head, shattering the shaft of the stick into many pieces and sending Lasiewicz to the canvas, nearly unconscious! Cynder turns at the sound of the hockey stick smashing against Lasiewicz’s head, only to get hit by a huge shot from Terry’s Canadian flag’s pole in the stomach. Cynder doubles over and XTJ quickly applies The Canuck on him. Terry goes to the outside, and lifts up the ring apron, foraging around for something underneath it. Meanwhile, Cynder is in great pain from the hold being applied on him.)

FJ: “I think it’s time for The Slapshot!”

HS: “No! Not that again!”

(Terry finds the hockey stick and puck under the ring and is about to get back in when the crowd suddenly goes into an uproar of cheers. We see this is because The Aquatic Aces are running down the entrance ramp to the ring. XTJ immediately drops his hold on Cynder and hurries outside to join Terry. The Canucks grab their tag team belts and flags as Fish and BlackJack slide under the bottom ropes into the ring. They have a verbal dispute with the champions as The Canucks slowly circle around the ring and head up the entrance ramp. After The Canucks enter into the back Fish and BlackJack go to help Cynder and Lasiewicz.)

HS: “Thank god The Aquatic Aces came to stop that! They know how it feels to be on the wrong end of The Canucks’ after-match onslaughts and they have had enough of them it seems!”

FJ: “Damn them! I wanted violence!”

(With both of The Canucks leaving the ring after their beat down on Lasiewicz and Cynder, Andreas Lasiewicz comes to and tends to his fallen comrade Cynder, who is laid out center ring from the after-effects of his attack by The Canucks. Suddenly, the crowd ignites in a loud chorus of boo’s as “The Sensational” Brian Stevens and Nathaniel Henry Lee run past The Canucks on the ramp and make a rush for Andreas Lasiewicz and Cynder!)

HS: “NO! It’s Damage, Inc.! Not now, damn it!”

FJ: “Why not now, Herb!? Stevens and NHL want to kick a little ass and now’s as good a time to do it as any! And, I finally get to see my damn violence!”

HS: “These two men…they are opportunists! They are absolutely deplorable and have absolutely no remorse for the actions they are responsible for!”

FJ: “Umm…duh? That’s what makes them so frickin’ cool. Just take in the beauty of a sneak attack done right and marvel as they beat these two dudes up!”

(Stevens enters the ring first, Singapore Cane in hand. Stevens cracks Andreas Lasiewicz across the top of his head with a sickening Cane shot and the Polish superstar falls slowly to his back, stunned by the shot. NHL is quick to follow up as he stomps Andreas to the outside of the ring. Stevens smirks as he circles the slowly rising Cynder. And, of course, once Cynder does in fact reach his feet, Brian Stevens tees up and cracks Cynder across the face with the Singapore Cane…but Cynder no sells it and shows some fire! Stevens swings and again connects, but this just fires Cynder up more! However, from out of no where, “The Man That May Just End Your Career” Lars Fredrickson hit’s the ring and clocks Cynder across the back of the skull with his Cambodian Cane! Finally, Cynder falls and the duo of Stevens and Fredrickson start laying into Cynder, nailing him with Cane shot after Cane shot! Cynder becomes a bloody mess with one final Cane shot from Lars Fredrickson. Finally, a group of Pro-AWA talent consisting of Quade DeSade, Logan Alexander, BlackJack, and The Fish emerge from the Locker Room!!!)

HS: “Here comes the cavalry!”

FJ: “Yippie! Wait, the Aces were just out here.”

HS: "I guess they just want to save the day. That's what the Fish does."

(NHL sees them coming and gets the attentions of Lars Fredrickson and Brian Stevens. All three men hightail it out of the ring and jump the guardrail and escape through the crowd as The Fish checks on Andreas on the outside of the ring while DeSade and Alexander check on a bloody Cynder inside of the ring…)

(Commercial Break)

HS: "We now take you to a segment from “The Assistant” that was filmed earlier in the night."

FJ: "I love this show! And for those of you who are unaware, the three remaining contestants, Disco Duck, Jo Mamma, and M-Tank were all sent to a very remote location deep within the heart of Alaska. The last one that make it to the AWA Arkansas Headquarters will be eliminated from the competition!"

(The camera fades in on a snowy airport runway. A blinding blizzard surrounds three men huddled together in front of a single-engine private plane.)

Disco Duck: "QUACK QUACK QUACKKK!"

Jo Mamma: "Ya Damn right it’s cold out hiz-ere."

M-tank: "There only room on plane for one more. Who be it?"

Disco Duck: "QUACK!"

Jo Mamma: "Hey, you’s got feathers, you’s can be standin’ the cold better."

M-Tank: "Let draw staws!"

Jo Mamma: "That be a good idea sucka!"

(The two men and duck look around most likely waiting for a magical straw fairy to come down and grant their wish. In a moment of clarity, M-Tank plucks three feathers from Disco Ducks suit, who lets out a long agonizing QUACK!)

M-Tank: "Short feather gets the ride."

(Disco Duck is the first to pick, and pulls out a rather large feather from M-Tanks hand, and lets out a long quack filled sigh. Jo Mamma is next, and picks a fairly short straw.)

Jo Mamma: "Bo-ya-ka-sha! This plane ride be all mine!"

(M-tank opens his hand to reveal the shortest of the three feathers, and thus the seat on the private plane. Just then a “chubby” black man with a small afro walks up to the plane holding onto a big box of pizza)

Chubby: "Did you decide which one of you gets the seat? I’ll even share my pizza with them!"

(M-Tank smiles from ear to ear, as the chubby man opens the door to the plane at steps on. Just then a skinnier man with big black thick framed glasses pokes his head out.)

Man with Glasses: "You better hurry up and get on, this plane is about to leave! Remember the sky belongs to the stars!"

(With that, M-tank hops onto the plane, and quickly goes for the chubby mans pizza. The plane door closes as the engine starts up. The snow has started to pick up significantly, as the plane begins to leave the runway, leaving Disco Duck and Jo Mamma alone in the cold.)

HS: "Didn’t I see this somewhere before?"

FJ: "I have no clue what you’re talking about Herb…but it looks like M-Tank is well on his way to victory in this contest!"

(We cut to John Rourke and Onslaught in Rourke’s locker room. The two are laughing and clanging together their beer bottles. Both inebriated men quickly clamber up as knock is heard on the door. Rourke motions towards Onslaught to see who it is, Onslaught gets up from his seat and stumbles drunkenly towards the door. He opens it, and no one is there, he sticks his head out in the hallway and looks both ways before noticing a nicely wrapped package laying on the ground. He picks it up and head back towards Rourke.)

Rourke: "What the hell is that?"

Onslaught: "I dunno…but it says it’s for me…"

(Onslaught quickly opens the package, and pulls out an all too familiar looking suit coat. His eyes light up, and he is quick to put the suit coat on.)

Onslaught: "I’m gonna get so much POON with this! Ladies locker room here I come BOOF!"

Rourke: "Umm…good luck with that…"

(Onslaught quickly stumbles for the door, almost tripping over a discarded beer bottle but regaining his balance at the last second. He heads out of the locker room, a man on a mission, down the hall. The camera then cuts behind an obviously distraught Williams as he is hunting through the backstage area screaming “Fredrickson” through the hallways. Several camera crews, interviewers and other miscellaneous event employees get haplessly tossed out of the way as Williams stalks through the backstage like a rabid predator.)

HS: “Williams is clearly out for Fredrickson’s blood.”

FJ: “And Onslaught is clearly out for some grade-A poon in his new suit coat!”

HS: “Wait a minute I think Williams has found Fredrickson!”

FJ: "You moron, that’s Onslaught not Fredrickson!"

(Williams spots a man from behind walking through the hallway, dressed exactly like Lars, Williams quickly moves up behind the man and then brutally clubs him with one of his massive arms sending him to the ground. Face down on the ground Williams continues laying boot after boot into the downed Fredrickson-look-alike Onslaught. Williams without even looking drags him up, and begins to ruthlessly smash his face off a door. The man receiving this beat down begins to slump to the floor. Williams grabs him by his face and begins to speak, he then however realizes it’s not Fredrickson that he beating but rather Onslaught. Williams looks on with disgust and then delivers another boot and walks away still hunting for Lars.)

FJ: "Man, it sucks to be Onslaught."

HS: "You're telling me."

(The camera then pans upwards, to see that this door now coated in blood, is the door to one Travis Gray's office. The door slowly opens, as Gray looks out to see what the commotion is, he then looks down at a fallen Onslaught and speaks)

GRAY: "HEY!!!! That’s my coat!!!"

(The house lights in the arena extinguish as "Tell Me" by Ra begins to play softly at first. 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 as the music fades and the lights return.)

HS: "Folks Nicholas Pride has been showing the AWA that there is a future, and it might just be him."

FJ: "That is if he makes it to the future, he has a giant task before him tonight."

HS: "That is for sure, a mountain of a man."

(The lights go out ocne again. 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 takes his corner staring Pride down.)

HS: "Both men looks ready, I guess the only thing left to do is..."

(The ref calls for the bell and the two men begin to circle each other. Finally they move in and are about to lock up, but Williams has other ideas and he steps out nailing a knee to the midsection of Pride doubling him over. Williams then drives the point of his elbow into the back of prides head which send the man to one knee. Pride remains on one knee trying to regain his composure as Williams backs up a few steps. Then just as Pride is about to attempt getting up Williams comes in and nails a big boot to Pride's head putting him on his back.)

HS: "Well it is apparent early that we are getting a very aggressive Brian Williams tonight."

FJ: "Yeah, and if you don't believe that, head on up to the ring and talk to Nicholas Pride, I am sure once he finds out where he is he would attest to it."

(Williams stays right on top dropping an elbow onto Pride then covering him for a quick 2 count. Williams then drags Pride to his feet and back him into the corner. He delivers a series of knife edge chops before whipping him to the opposite corner and following him across and then dropping him with a hard clothesline. THe monster Williams stares down at Pride who is in obvious discomfort, but only for a moment before he again pulls him to his feet again resting him against the turnbuckle, this time delivering a devastating back elbow right on the point of the jaw. Williams follows this up with two more before he allows Pride to stumble ou right into a spine buster and another cover 1........................2................... Kick Out)

HS: "Near Fall for Williams, he seems to be out for blood tonight"

FJ: "That is a good thing, I like this Brian Williams."

HS: "Good to see that you like something."

FJ: "Now Summers, I like lots of things, it just happens that you are not one of them."

(After the kick out Williams begins pulling Pride to his feet but is caught with a low blow which takes the big man down to one knee. This gives Pride the time to gain his composure, and he is able to go on the offensive. Williams climbs back to his feet but Pride is quick to take him back down with a dropkick to the left knee. Then with Williams on one knee Pride hits the ropes and nails a running knee to the face of Williams which sends him the rest of the way to the canvas. Pride then quickly drops a leg across the chest of Williams and covers 1...........................2.....................Kick Out!)

HS: "The tide has certainly turned in this one, Pride with a near fall."

FJ: "I think Pride has a shot in this one, sure he is still a little green, but he looks real impressive, and I think he can handle the bigger Williams."

HS: "That may be true, but I assure you that Williams will not go easily."

(Pride stays right on top of Williams pulling him to his feet and backing him into a corner. Pride then goes for a whip but Williams counters and whips Pride and again begins to chase him across the ring, but before hitting the corner Pride steps aside and Williams crashes into the turnbuckles with a thud. THen as he stumbles backward Pride rocks him with a clothesline but Williams stays on his feet. Pride then steps back hits the ropes and nails a drop kick finally taking Williams to the mat, Pride drops an elbow and then hooking both legs covers 1...............................2....................... Kick Out)

HS: "The action is really heating up, this one really is anybodies ball game."

(Pride again stays on the offensive pulling Williams to his feet, but Williams is able to pull away and nail Pride with a Low blow, which drops him to the mat. Williams then begins to climb to his feet while being admonished by the ref. WIlliams however ignores the ref and goes after Pride who is pulling himself back to his feet. Williams grabs Pride by the head bends him backwards and pulls him to the mat in reverse DDT fashion, Williams covers but only gets a 2 before Pride is able to kick out.)

HS: "Back and forth, I think this might go on for a whlie unless someone can really put the hammer down."

FJ: "Well, it looks like Williams is fixing to do just that."

(Williams drops a double axhandle to the chest of Pride then pulls him to his feet and pushes him chest first into the corner. Williams then takes two steps back and boots Pride in the back driving his chest into the turnbuckle. Pride grimaces and drops to his knees in the corner where Williams boots him in the head knocking him down to a prone position on the mat. Williams then drags him into the middle of the ring and drops another elbow before covering 1............................2..................Kick Out.)

HS: "He got him!"

FJ: "Now he didn't, Pride just got the shoulder up there."

(Pride just manages to get a shoulder up which infuriates Williams who goes after the ref, but as he is Pride is able to get back to his feet and he goes to Nail WIlliams with a double axhandle but Williams turns just in time and catches pride and boots him in the midsection. Pride is double over and Williams lifts him up onto his shoulders apparantly going for a torture rack, but as Williams is twisting Pride manages to slip loose of his grip and deliver a tornado DDT out of No where. After delivering Pride is able to grab a leg and cover 1.........................2........................Kick Out.)

HS: "That was SOOOO close."

(Williams sitls right up, getting deeply annoyed at himself and at Pride. He grabs Pride by the throat, catching Pride WAAAAY off guard, because he didn't see Williams getting this energy seemingly out of nowhere. Williams executes the chokeslam with great force on Nicholas Pride.)

FJ: "Oooh, that will leave a mark."

(Suddenly “Blood and Whiskey” by the Dropkick Murphys hits, as Lars Fredrickson heads out from the back with a mic in one hand, and his Cambodian cane in the other. Before Williams has a chance to pin Pride, Lars’ voice is quickly heard through the arena.)

Lars: "So Mr. Williams, I heard you’ve been looking for me…well, here I am! But before you get to antsy, I have something of utmost importance to discuss with you. After the bloody beating you gave my employees earlier tonight, I managed to sneak a certain Wrestle Fest match under Low and President Gray’s nose. Next Sunday, you will be in a tag team match against a good friend of yours…Jayson “Misery” Price…and he’ll be teaming up with someone else you may be familiar with….Dustin Dread!"

(A large grin emerges on Lars’ face, as Williams stands in the center of the ring with a glimpse of hatred in his eyes. Pride is slowly making his way to his feet in the background.)

Lars: "Now, don’t worry Williams, I’m sure you think you can get the job done alone against those two, but I made sure you had a tag team partner! His name…is SNAKE!"

(Williams is obviously agitated by this news in the ring, and starts yelling obsecenties towards Lars high atop the ramp. This gives Pride enough time to grab Williams from behind, roll him up in a small package and…1….2….3! The ref calls for the bell and Pride is declared the winner, as Lars laughs heavily into the mic.)

HS: "I can’t believe it! Lars just cost Williams the match with that announcement!"

FJ: "I think the better man truly shined here Herb."

(As Nicholas Pride gets back to his feet, the crowd starts to cheer.)

HS: "Who’s that?"

FJ: "Where? Where?"

(Emerging from the crowd and jumping over the guardrail is Logan Alexander. He quickly grabs a chair from the ringside area and slides into the ring behind Nicholas. Logan measures him, holding the chair at the ready.)

FJ: "Nic! Watch out!"

(Nicholas turns around and is met with a thunderous chair shot across the head.)

HS: "What a shot!"

(He stumbles back a few steps ending up against the ropes. Logan tosses the chair down in the middle of the ring and runs over to Nicholas, grabbing hold of him with a side headlock variation. Logan pulls Nicholas out to the middle of the ring, jumps up, and delivers the Stryke Force to Nicholas, also dropping him chest first onto the chair. Logan stands back up quickly and turns towards Nicholas. He starts to yell something at him, but it can’t be heard over the roar of the crowd.)

HS: "Logan Alexander has just issued one hell of a statement to Nicolas Pride."

FJ: "Yeah. I may not like him that much, but this Alexander kid has potential. He wields that chair like a pro!"

(Logan goes to one corner of the ring and asks for a mic. Once he gets it, Logan walks back out to Nicholas, who is rolled over onto his back and clutching his chest.)

LA: "It’s not as much fun being the one who gets jumped is it? You wanted hardcore… and you got hardcore! At Wrestlefest, you’ve gotten your match of choice, but I guess you missed my debut. I beat three men in the last hardcore style match I was in. You’re one man and I’ve already beaten you before. Next week, we’ll play your game, but I’m going to leave you lying on the mat, just like you are now!"

(Logan turned a quick circle looking out towards the crowd, as AWA officials came down to ringside to help Nicholas out of the ring. Logan looked towards Nicholas again and resumed speaking.)

LA: "You don’t want any rules, and I don’t need any! I’m Pro AWA, and next week you’re going to bleed for our cause! Now get him out of the ring, so I can get to work!"

(Logan tossed the mic aside as officials got Nicholas out of the ring and helped him to the back.)

HS: "Logan appears really fired up now. Let’s see if it helps him at all for his triple threat match against Whisper and John Rourke."

FJ: "Forget about that. The boss will make short work out of both of them and head back to do something important."

HS: "We’ll see because that match is up next!"

(Commercial Break)

(We see Brian Williams slowly stalking back to his locker room, seemingly pissed about his loss to Nicholas Pride. However, from out of absolutely no where Lars Fredrickson busts through a door and clocks Brian Williams from behind with a steel chair! Not far behind are Brian Stevens and NHL, who immediately flock to Brian Williams and start pounding away at the monster’s skull!)

HS: “NOT AGAIN!”

FJ: “Damn. They aren’t fooling around tonight! First Cynder and Lasie, now Brian Williams! Who’s next?”

HS: “I don’t even want to know. What I DO know is that Brian Williams needs help! NOW!”

(Brian Williams tries getting up to his feet, but while he’s trying to push himself up from the ground, Lars puts the chair in front of Brian Williams face, giving the striker Brian Stevens an ample opportunity to wind up and hit a incredibly stiff kick into the chair, driving it into the face of Brian Williams!)

HS: “Oh…Oh my lord. Brian Williams might be OUT!”

FJ: “This is what they call REVENGE! Last week, Brian Williams got a cheap win over Stevens and this would appear to be a receipt for that!”

HS: “Cheap win!? Are you kidding me? Brian Stevens passes out in Brian Williams finish!!!”

FJ: “Only after being jumped before the bell!!!”

(Brian Williams is bleeding. For the second time to date, Brian Stevens has made Brian Williams bleed. The blood doesn’t stop the trio from stomping away at Brian Williams, but it actually has them stomping harder as it’s proving to be great motivation! Brian Stevens stops and gets right into the face of Brian Williams…)

BRIAN STEVENS: “Listen to me, Brian. Listen to me and listen well! Your win last week was a goddamn fluke! You hear me!?! It was a FLUKE! A FUCKING FLUKE!”

(Again, Brian Williams tries pushing himself up, but Brian Stevens is wise to it and jumps and double stomps the back of the neck of Brian Williams back to the cement floor…)

BRIAN STEVENS: “Brian! Do me a favor! Tell your brother John that I’m coming for him and I’m coming for the AWA World Heavyweight title…and I’m bringing HELL with me!”

(Lars spits on Brian Williams and the trio start walking away and finally security and EMT’s are on the scene. Damage, Inc. and Lars Fredrickson laugh as they walk past them…)

(Booker T and the MG’s- “Green Onions” hit’s the PA system, a song we haven’t heard in a very, very long while. Blackjack emerges from the curtains to a large ovation from the crowd, Amanda walks along side him down the entrance ramp as the fans continue to cheer him on. He slides under the bottom rope and does a spin and throws his arms up for all of them as he pulls a Microphone out of the traditional leather jacket he always wears. The fans start up now. “B…J, B…J, B…J!” He looks around at all of them smiling, and Amanda claps along with the fans. Amanda grabs Blackjacks hand holding the microphone and brings it to her mouth.)

Amanda: “Heee’s Back!”

Blackjack: “ I’m Back!”

(The fans cheer out again.)

Blackjack: “ And it’s been a long time coming. A very long time, not exactly how I thought things would play out though. You know the whole getting beat up by two Canadians last week. I’m going to be real honest….I thought Canadians were nice. But you can‘t live up to every stereotype, I know I can‘t. I‘m a wrestler, but I‘m not stupid, and neither are 3/4ths of the guys in the back.”

Amanda: “ Or ladies…”

Blackjack: “Yes, yes, or the ladies in the back. And you’ve been with me Amanda, literally just a few months shy of my entire career here in the AWA, and it’s brought me back to when I first started. The fight of it all, the want to succeed, and right now being 1 and 1 for my return bouts, I really have something to prove. And with this companies neck on the line, there’s even more to prove. Not just for myself, but for everyone back there. The Canucks, and I mean that with the up most respect, have disgraced this company, those belts, and the wrestlers that fight every week for the fans and there livelihood. I‘m here to fight to keep this place a live, and get my career back after 6 long months out. And two relative new comers compared to Fish and myself, being ill-mannered, egotistical and flat out dishonorable to all that this company has stood for in its illustrious longevity, The Aquatic Aces will set things right.”

Blackjack: “ It’s time I make my yearly promise, a good 3 weeks earlier this time. Every year since I came here, I promise that it will be a new shining year for Blackjack. I will prosper and grow, and make 365 days a success. And every year, I keep learning, growing and now it’s time to make that happen. From the iron man match, to the United States Championship, to my near claiming of the World Title, 2006 will be non-stop for myself, and with The Fish by my side again, it will start nice and early, and with that. We’ll give you the fans, something even more worth watching.”

(We hear a new voice over the PA System, and new faces making there way down the entrance ramp. It’s The Canucks strolling down with hockey sticks like walking sticks. And there newly acquired gold Tag Team Championships around there waist.)

Terry James: “Whoa, Whoa, Whoa. What is this all aboot, eh? A rehabilitated injured wash out wrestler coming back to save the day? Please BJ spare us the speech, spare us the match. You failed, flat out, you couldn‘t beat us, and then we showed you exactly what we were all about, and took you out right after. You have the bandage on your forehead to prove it. Now you want to say your gonna set things right, your going to make 2006 your year again. No, No, No, 2006 will be the year of The Canadian! And your looking at both of us.”

(They both slide into the ring with there hockey sticks and tap them on the floor.)

Xtreme Jeff: “ It’s time you got out of the ring we won last week, or we’ll have to show you another reason why Hockey is back. With a SlapShot!”

Blackjack: “ battering your opponents with a blind slide, proves nothing. Never has, never will. Batter me face to face with those sticks, let me see it coming, and…"

(Before Blackjack can finish, both of them attack him with the hockey sticks, swinging at getting him in both sides, he stumbles back and they drop them as they push him into the ropes, and then throw him across the ring. He bounces back and ducks there double clothesline attempt with a roll, as The Fish starts running down the entrance ramp, and they slide out right as The Fish slides in. Just like earlier in the night both teams stand from ring and outside, exchanging words.)

HS: "It's a good thing cooler heads prevailed, because it seems that this one would have blown up really quickly considering the activities of the Canucks earlier tonight."

(We cut to a hallway backstage cluttered with production equipment; loud, raucous singing echoes off the walls. The camera moves up the hallway to an open door and slowly peers inside. Inside a small maintenance closest, sitting on overturned five gallon buckets, is John Rourke and the freshly shaven Onslaught though he's still tender from his attack by Brian Williams earlier tonight. Beer cans litter the floor and a cooler is between the two men. As they laugh and sing they hold their beers in the air let they sway back and fourth.)

Both men: "THE BOOF! THE BOOF! THE BOOF IS ON FIRE! WE DON’T NEED NO WATER LET THE MOTHER…"

(They stop when they see the camera and stare at it in silence for several seconds.)

Rourke: "Wait... what the hell was I supposed to be doing?"

Onslaught: "I dunno... taking a piss? Cause that’s what I wanna do. Ouch! Damn that man who gave me that coat. My body still hurts...I need more beer. Poon wasn't worth a beating by Williams."

Rourke: "No… it was something important. I think I even wrote it down somewhere, but I can’t remember where. Yeah, oh well throw me another bee- shit my damned match!"

(John jumps to his feet, sending the bucket flying, and stumbles a little bit. Onslaught shoots him an odd look.)

Onslaught: "You can’t wrestle when you’re drunk! You can barely stand!"

(Onslaught burst into a laughing fit, which seems to harden the serious look on Rourke’s face.)

Rourke: "The hell I can’t!"

(Rourke stumbles past the camera and takes off down the hallway, stumbling over boxes and production crewmembers. The camera slowly pans back to Onslaught, who cracks open another beer.)

Onslaught: "Well, that’s just BOOF! OOOUUUUUCCHHH!"

HS: "Considering the match that's up next, I wonder if John Rourke will be able to compete."

FJ: "Why's that, Herb?"

HS: "On the sole reason that Rourke's blind drunk!"

FJ: "So, I'm sure he's still in the mood to compete."

HS: "For his sake, I hope so. Whisper and Chaos Stryke are no jokes."

(A few seconds after "Falling Down" by Breaking Point begins, 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 (similar to the way Bret Hart used to). He removes his jacket and drops it to the outside of the ring, while awaiting for the arrival of the Leader of the Resistance, Whisper, and the Drunken Wonder, John Rourke.)

FJ: "It appears that Chaos Stryke is here and ready for action."

HS: "I wonder what kind of action he's got in store for him a week from tonight at Wrestlefest VII?"

FJ: "I heard a rumor that the full card will be announced in a press conference TOMORROW NIGHT!!"

HS: "That will be exciting."

(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: "Whisper has been quite silent as of late."

FJ: "So, you think we heard from President Gray a whole lot when he was in full control of the AWA? Whisper's a busy man, so it's not surprising that he's not available for comment."

HS: "I'm sure he's probably training hard for his match against Low for total control of the AWA, well, Keiko Ono's invested 2% of control."

(In the ring Whisper and Alexander stare each other down while the referee has no idea what to do since Rourke isn’t in the ring. Finally “Personal Jesus” hits on the PA system and a look of relief washes over the refs face. The two men in the ring ignore the music and focus on each other. After several seconds Rourke stumbles out onto the entranceway, with a beer in his hand. Another look of frustration hits the refs face, and he calls for the match to begin while Rourke is still stumbling around on the stage.)

FJ: "WOW! Rourke is plastered!"

HS: "He's in no shape to compete. He should be sent into the back and this match should be deemed a singles match!"

FJ: "Relax, Herb. I'm sure that John knows that he's able to compete."

(Whisper quickly lays Alexander down with a clothesline and turns to see where Rourke is. John has finally made his way to the ring, where he hands his beer to a staff member and motions for them to hold it. While he has his back turned Whisper gets taken down with a quick schoolboy roll up but kicks out before two. As Whisper and Logan make it to their feet, Rourke has climbed onto the apron. They both turn for Rourke and hit a double clothesline that sends him flying into the railing.)

HS: "I think that my concern wasn't wasted, as it seems that John Rourke is indeed unable to compete."

FJ: "Er...well, um...I think that he is...not able to compete."

HS: "Thank you."

(The two in the ring continue to exchange blows and moves as Rourke gets back up and looks around. He stumbles to an empty metal chair and folds it up. With the clumsy expertise of a long time drunk John rolls into the ring and first catches Logan in the back with the chair. Alexander hits the mat and rolls under the bottom rope. The ref calls for the bell to end the match. Whisper stares Rourke down, trying to gauge the best way to disarm him. John just taunts him, challenging him to charge. Whisper bites and charges at Rourke. John holds the chair out horizontally in front of him, cause it to catch the charging Whisper in the gut. It also comes back and hits Rourke in the gut. John stumbles back into the ropes, regains his composure and nails a shot across Whisper’s back to keep him down. Whisper slowly rolls out of the ring.)

FJ: "HA! I told you he can wrestle!"

HS: "That's not wrestling! That's just plain hardcore action and disrespect of the rules!"

FJ: "Oh, go touch a cock."

HS: "I beg your pardon!"

FJ: "Oh, please. You know you're Pro-C.O.C.K.!"

HS: "FFRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNKK!!!!"

(Holding his stomach, John calls for his beer. He makes short work of it and tosses the can aside. After taunting to the crowd for a few seconds, he slowly makes his way out of the ring and up the ramp. While Logan stands in the ring after the end of his match, catching his breath, Nicholas Pride slides into the ring behind him. Running over Nicholas hits a forearm shot to the back of Logan’s head. Logan goes forward into the ropes and snaps back falling to the mat.)

HS: "Nicolas Pride has come out here and attacked Logan Alexander."

FJ: "He’s just returning the favour from earlier in the night. He’s going to show Logan how it’s done though."

(Nicholas runs to the ropes as Logan starts to sit up, and hits a stiff kick to the side of Logan’s head knocking him back down. Nicholas stands over Logan then reaches down and pulls him up off the mat. He doubles Logan over and grabs hold of him around the waist. Nicholas effortlessly picks Logan up and slams him to the mat with a sit out tiger bomb, getting a collective ‘Ohhhh!’ from the crowd.)

HS: "Nicholas Pride is taking it to Logan right now."

(Nicholas stands and exits the ring. He pulls up the ring apron and starts pulling out a few different items from beneath it. He slides a chair, a garbage can, and a kendo stick into the ring.)

FJ: "Oh ho ho! This is what I’ve been waiting for! We’re going to get a preview of their match at Wrestlefest, assuming there’s anything left of Logan to get there."

(Nicholas climbs back into the ring as Logan rolls over and begins to get up again. He picks up the chair and hits Logan across the back with it, getting another collective ‘Ohhhh!’ from the crowd. He tosses the chair aside, and picks up the garbage can. Nicholas sets the can in the middle of the ring, then walks over to Logan and pulls him to his feet. He whips Logan into the ropes catches him in the middle of the ring as he comes back, and delivers a tilt a whirl slam to Logan on the garbage can. Logan rolls over holding one hand against his back in pain.)

FJ: "Yes! Yes! This is what I came here to see tonight!"

HS: "Frank… you are one twisted individual."

FJ: "At least I’m not Pro-C.O.C.K.!"

(Nicholas turns and heads to the ropes. The referee gets in front of Nicholas and begins to admonish Nicholas for what he’s done in the ring. Nicholas replies with a stiff punch, knocking out the ref. The crowd lets out a resounding boo.)

HS: "He could be suspended for that."

FJ: "For what? Nicholas just stumbled and hit him by accident."

HS: "What?!"

FJ: "You heard me, and you know it’s the truth."

(He slides out of the ring and checks under the ring again before pulling out a table. He sets to work setting it up on the outside before climbing back into the ring again. Nicholas walks over to Logan and pulls him up again, only to get met with a sharp jab to the midsection with a kendo stick. The crowd starts to cheer loudly.)

HS: "There’s still some life in Logan, and he’s starting to fight back."

FJ: "No, no, no! Get him Nic!"

(Logan turns and hits Nicholas in the side with the kendo stick and then delivers a quick series of attacks with the kendo stick to Nicholas’ knees, midsection, head, and back, staggering the big man. Logan tosses aside the kendo stick and begins to hoist Nicholas up for the Omega Stryke, then drops Nicholas and grabs his back in pain.)

HS: "That beating he took earlier has definitely taken its toll on Logan."

(Nicholas capitalizes on the opening, locking in a cross face chicken wing, then sweeps Logan’s feet out and delivers the Chicken wing Face buster.)

FJ: "That’ll do it! Logan isn’t getting up from that one."

(Nicholas stands up, looks around at the crowd as they boo him loudly. He then looks down at Logan and then over at the table on the outside. He nods slightly before picking Logan up off the mat, then lifts him up in spine buster position and carries him over to the corner nearest the table. Nicholas sits Logan on the top rope and begins to climb up to the top rope after him.)

HS: What’s he planning from the top?"

FJ: "Forget about Wrestlefest! Nicholas is going to end Logan’s career right now!"

(He sets Logan up for another power bomb then points towards the table. He locks his arms around Logan’s waist and tries to lift him up, but Logan grabs hold of the ropes. Nicholas hit Logan in the back with a couple of forearm shots. He tries for the power bomb a second time, but Logan hooks his feet around the turnbuckle support stopping the attempt.)

HS: "He’s trying for a power bomb but Logan it desperately hanging in there."

(Nicholas prepares to land another couple of forearm shots, but suddenly doubles forward, over Logan, after being caught with a low blow. Logan reaches up taking hold of Nicholas in a fireman’s carry, briefly looks around at the crowd, then pushes off the top rope, and hits the Omega Stryke putting both of them through the table. The crowd starts chanting ‘Holy shit!!’ as both men lay motionless on the floor.)

HS: "Oh my god!"

FJ: "That was incredible! Just that one move was well worth tonight’s admission price!"

HS: "Logan and Nicholas are both out cold after that insane maneuver from the top rope. AWA trainers are making their way out now. Folks, we have to go to a commercial break right now, but we’ll update you as soon as we get back." (As Whisper pulls himself up from his upset loss, Damage, Inc. and Lars Fredrickson AGAIN make their way to the ring and this time, and a bit shockingly, they swarm their boss, WHISPER! NHL is the first to him and he drags him up to his feet and nails his boss with a vicious snap SlapShot!)

HS: “What the hell are they doing!? This doesn’t make sense? Why would these goons EVER attack their boss? Whisper is the leader of the Anti-AWA movement! This-This just doesn’t make sense!”

(Brian Stevens now drags Whisper up and hoists him up on his shoulders before dropping him down for the North Star Driver! NHL drags Whisper towards the corner and this gives Lars the chance to accend the turnbuckle before flying off and drilling Whisper with his 7 Years Down finish! Stevens grabs a microphone from a stagehand and passes it off to Lars, who is just getting up from the mat after destroying Whisper. Lars smiles mischievously before addressing both the audience AND Whisper…)

LARS FREDRICKSON: “Is THIS what it’s boiled down to Whisper? Is this beating what it’ll take for you to get your act together for Wrestlefest? I’ve worked too damn LONG and too damn HARD for Low to come out and get the win for the control of the company! I’ve done all of your dirty work for you, I’M the one who rallied the opposing forces, and I’M the one who has all of his hard work on the line next week! These are WAR times you blued-headed bastard! Damage, Inc. and me are the Generals to the war you seem too scared to fight! We took the charge when YOU should have…and I hope these new scars on your body serve as a reminder to what YOU should be fighting for…The AWA WILL perish at Wrestle Fest…even if the three of us have to give Low the beating ourselves!”

(Damage, Inc. and Lars Fredrickson leave the ring to stunned silence. They quickly make their way up the ramp with purpose as they seem to be VERY determined tonight because their battle with The Family is NEXT!)

(Commercial Break.)

HS: "I’m sorry ladies and gentlemen…but we have some sad news to report. At approximately 8:45PM, the single engine plane transporting M-Tank crashed over Alaska...there were no survivors."

FJ: "NOT MY RICHHIIEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

HS: "What the hell Frank?"

FJ: "Woah...sorry...just seemed like the right thing to say...but it looks like December 11th will now forever be known as “The Day the M-Tank Died”."

HS: "I don’t think Don Mclean will be writing a song about this…"

FJ: "Damn...that means no Weird Al parody either..."

(The Paramedics come out amid an array of flashing green lights, matching their wrestling tights. They stand by the entrance way, surveying the crowd for a few seconds before Striker raises his left first to the air...a fist clutching a surgical knife. The two then begin their slow walk to the ring, ignoring the crowd trying to get their attention. When the finally hit the ring, Striker once again raises his left fist with the knife.)

HS: "Here come the Medics. They are ready to fight and boy will they try to deliver on their guarantees this week!"

FJ: "You're so biased Herb!"

(The lights go dim and then we hear the small progression of chords begin at the beginning of Metallica's "Damage, Inc." Green and white lights begin to strobe as Nathaniel Henry Lee and Brian Stevens emerge from the back. Sarah Hawthorne follows close behind as NHL and Stevens stand on the ramp. The two determined superstars stand on top of the stage and look around at the crowd. NHL spits a mouthful of water out of his mouth, spraying it across the stage as he looks at the crowd members. Brian Stevens looks around the crowd, ignoring the jeers and taunts from the fans. The two begin to make their way towards the ring with Sarah following close behind. Brian Stevens slides into the ring and starts beating his chest cockily center ring, rotating both arms until he throws both arms open and lets the fans bask in his glory. NHL pulls himself onto the ring apron and he takes his United States title from his wife. NHL climbs to the second turnbuckle and raises his arms in the air, soaking in the crowd's hatred. The ref has to intercede as Lightning and Striker seems to exception to the display and tries to move on NHL and his partner.)

FJ: "Now, here are the winners of tonight's match!"

HS: "And you just called ME biased?"

FJ: "What."

(Brian Stevens climbs the adjacent turnbuckle and jaws at the fans. He takes a moment to look back into the ring to trash talk at The Paramedics who take the bait and start to force their way past the ref. But a sharp warning from the official stops the in their tracks allowing Brian to drop off the turnbuckle and meet with NHL in their corner. NHL puts the US Title on his right shoulder and whispers into his wife's ear before she leaves the apron. The ref calls for the first two to meet in the center of the ring: NHL' against "Johnny" Lightning. The two lock up testing their opponents strength but it is short lived when NHL twists out grabbing his opponents into an Arm Bar. NHL takes a moment to tighten in the lock and leisurely slams home Forearm after Forearm on the limb which eventually causes Lightning to drop to a knee, but he is sharply jerked back to his feet and into a Side Russian Leg sweep NHL hits the ropes and comes in fast with a Flying Drop Elbow only to meet empty canvas. Lee nurses the elbow while Lighting this time guides him to his feet and into a Snap suplex.)

HS: "NHL is in trouble now."

FJ: "Relax, he's just playing possum."

HS: "We'll see about that."

(Lightning takes a leaf out Lee's book and drops an Elbow to the back of his head forcing back down the canvas. Lightning repeats the drop driving the point into NHL's spine before again assisting him to his feet and into the ropes courtesy of an Irish whip. NHL looks like he had the move scouted and uses the momentum and ropes to launch himself as Johnny is coming back from the opposite ropes; leaping from the middle rope and back at Lightning with a twisting kick to the back of his skull Lee moves to his corner and tags in Stevens. Damage, Inc. moves in on the vulnerable 'Johnny' Lightning. NHL Charges the barely rising Lightning hitting him again in the head a Knee that sends Johnny sprawling across the mat just as Stevens finishes his ascent to the top of the turnbuckle which brings the warning from the ref but all to soon Stevens flies off with a top rope knee drop and rolls the pained Johnny Lightning for the pin It doesn't even get to 2!)

FJ: "So close...fogies!"

(Steven Striker dives through ropes and into Brian with a charging kick into the ribs of Brian Stevens forcing the Sensational One to roll clear giving Lightning time to recover as the ref at the same time corrals Striker back the Paramedics corner. Both Stevens and Lightning are back to their feet and again Lightning takes the assault as Brian breaks open a slaps after punches that daze Lighting enough that Stevens is clear to slam home kicks to his upper body which he can barely block as finally he is forced into corner by quartet of sharp knees to his gut from Brian Stevens.)

HS: "Brian Stevens is laying it on thick."

FJ: "He's the master of strong style, you cannot compete against that one!"

HS: "But, they sure will try."

(Stevens holds him in the corner, props him up and BAM! The crowd 'woooos!' to a Knife edge Chop. The next two come in hard and fast and the crowd is caught off beat as Stevens one more time sets Lighting and strikes home with another Knife Edge to the welting chest of Johnny Lightning.)

HS: "Oooh, those sharp noises. That's flesh against flesh. This isn't fake, folks. This is true punishment here being handed out by Brian Stevens."

FJ: "I'll say."

(Lightning collapses propped into a sitting position obviously staggered by Stevens' attack. With his opponent sitting down, dazed in the corner, Stevens takes his boot and scrape it across the face of his opponent he moves back a few steps and comes in charging to drive his knee into Lightning's face but lightning has allowed himself to slump all the way dodging the Knee drive by virtue of gravity but Stevens was committed and now grimaces in agony caused by the impact as he too is hung up in the corner. It takes a moment or two as from each corner shouts of support and demands for the tag are drowned out by the cheers and jeers of the fans. Johnny Lightning is the quickest to recover and begins to peel Stevens off the post. Lightning executes a Backbreaker but the strain from the pounding he has received so far is obvious as he can barely pull himself up to capitalize and all the while Brian Stevens is still recovering.)

HS: "Brian Stevens is struggling to get up after that huge blow by Johnny Lightning."

FJ: "Man, this is a great match up!"

HS: "This is worthy of being one of the greatest last matches of this month!"

FJ: "But, it's only yet to begin!"

(Stevens gets to his own knees and grabs at Lightning and all of a sudden rolls Lightning back across the corner of the ring in to a Half Crab but it all goes wrong as Lighting forces the momentum to carry both men through allowing him enough opportunity to grab the ropes. Stevens fights against Lightning’s struggle trying to complete the hold and grab his head for the submission but lightning shows enough ring awareness to jerk his hold on the rope and take himself clear of the Crab and Steven's grasp. The ref moves in to separate Stevens from trying to pull Lightning back. Dropping out under the bottom rope Lighting regains his feet and taunts Stevens who takes the bait only to find him self in a Headlock from Lightning who grids Stevens' face into the apron. The ref again finds himself having to intervene allowing the other Paramedic to run in for a cheap kick again to the ribs of Brian Stevens. NHL responds, but his entry is scouted by Striker who runs back to his corner. Seeing Lee out of his corner the Ref moves in on the remaining Damage, Inc. competitor who is less than willing to abandon his partner.)

FJ: "HEY REF! STOP ALLOWING THIS TRAVESTY!"

HS: "I read somewhere that the referee health plan doesn't cover vision, Frank."

FJ: "Damn! That's the reason then!"

(Again Striker seizes the opportunity and moves in on Stevens still trying to force himself clear of the hold. Striker lands with both feet solidly on the back of Brian Stevens and uses the ropes to force a series of kicks and stomps on Brain's upper body. Eventually NHL retreats into the corner and the ref can break up the team against Brian who is able to roll into the ring now that he is also free of Johnny Lightning's hold. Johnny has regained some of himself against and moves in on the damaged upper body of Stevens by locking in his own submission hold.)

HS: "Stevens has it locked in!"

FJ: "YES!"

HS: "You're so biased!"

(The crowd explodes to Brian’s' screams as he is sorely test by Johnny Lightning's Abdominal Stretch. It is NHL's turn to interfere as he takes out Lightning with a reverse DDT. Both Lightning and Stevens begin crawling for their corner as the ref once against has to usher NHL back to his corner.)

FJ: "Hey, what gives!"

HS: "That's what you get for leaving your corner!"

(Once there though Lee is eager to get his partner in the corner. Lightning tags in Striker who seems to focus in on Stevens but shifts just as the tag is made and lets himself charge straight into Damage, Inc.'s corner ramming his thumb straight into the of Lee who is stopped dead. Striker switches his attentions to Stevens still in the rings and so he stomps on his viciously again using the ropes for support forcing the man out to the mats. Steven Striker brings NHL all the way through the ropes and sends him across the ring and drops the still partially blinded Lee to the floor with a Clothesline and is quick to use the ropes again to propel him in a Legdrop on NHL, and a PIN. NHL forces a shoulder up at ...2, and is brought to his feet where he lays in Punch after Punch against the larger, heavier man to try and keep him off balance. It looks like Striker goes for a Powerbomb but instead dodges the sweeping Elbow from NHL who is not a staggered as he made believe. Striker makes for the ropes and the tag bringing in Johnny Lightning who ducks the Clothesline from NHL who turns quickly and just Lightning hits the ropes a second Clothesline from the bull rushing Lee send Lightning backwards over the top rope.)

FJ: "Take that Lightning!"

HS: "I hope that Low wins at Wrestlefest, because when he does, I will vote to have you removed from this seat as a traitor to the real AWA cause."

FJ: "You can't do that! ... Can you?"

HS: "You are so biased! I do not need someone cheering on a certain side when it's an even match up!"

FJ: "...fine!"

(Brian drops from the apron to pursue Lightning distracting the ref long enough for NHL to charge across the ring and propel Striker from The Paramedics corner with a charging Forearm smash.)

HS: "What awesome display by these two great tag teams!"

FJ: "I'll say."

HS: "Say what."

FJ: "...nothing."

(Outside the ring Lightning and Stevens have got down to trading blows much to the delight of the fans less than a foot away. Brian gains the upper hand momentarily hooking a old on to Johnny's head a driving it into the top of the apron before rolling him back into the ring for NHL.)

FJ: "NHL is sizing up Lightning now!"

(NHL gets Lightning to his feet where he is denied the Implant DDT as he shoved away by Lightning who doesn't wait hits him with a Spinning Heel Kick as payback for all the head shots he took earlier. Before NHL can get off the mat Lightning comes in behind the rising Lee and brings him down again with a Running Bulldog. Rolling clear he tags in Striker who climbs the turnbuckle and connects a Missile Dropkick that slams NHL backwards. As Striker regains his feet he sees NHL stretch up from the ground where he lies just enough to bring in Brian Stevens.)

HS: "And Stevens is tagged in!"

FJ: "Awesome match!"

(The ref signals the tag was made and Striker stalls just a second sizing up the new opponent. The two men face off mutter trash talk at each other before the lock up and circle tightly before shaking each other free. Striker wipes some sweat from his mouth with the back of his hand as he stretches out the other with wide spread fingers held high challenging Stevens to match the grip; he does so and twists the hold almost instantly into a Half Nelson but Striker roll forward break the grips and comes up into the ropes using the recoil to Bodyslam the charging Stevens. The conflict becomes basic as the two slap, gouge and punch away at each other ion a schoolyard fashion ignoring the referee's attempts to pull them apart as he himself is thrown away by the flailing limbs. Brian grabs at Strikers heads as it becomes clear the he is trying to rip away a portion of the Sensational One's face with his teeth. Suddenly Brian drops to a knee pulling Striker down sharply Busting his face on Stevens' head. There is blood all over Steven Striker's face. It is unclear whether it is blood from the gash on Brian’s head or from a broken nose on his own face?)

FJ: "LOOK AT ALL THE BLOOD!!!!!!"

HS: "You're sick."

(Wiping his eyes clear Brian tags in NHL and they go to work on the dazed Steven Striker; NHL closes with Striker hauling him easily into a backbreaker holding Striker across his knee trapped and balanced as Stevens seeing the cue also panders to the cheering expectations of the fans cue and springboards into the ring and double stomps the face or chest of the helpless Steven.)

FJ: "The Paramedics are showing Damage, Inc. what's up."

HS: "Wow, an unbiased comment!"

FJ: "I try."

(Seeing the danger Johnny Lightning also has taken to the top rope and launches himself at NHL hitting him with a Flying elbow drop which frees Striker from his hold. Brian Stevens regains his feet and sees the effect of Lightning’s intervention and goes after Johnny who getting to his knees Brian grabs his hair to execute an Ultimate Fighting style knee strikes to the back of the skull only to have Lightning roll forward. Brian is caught by surprise and is pulled with the roll which sends both men into a tangle on the ropes, and eventually through the mats beyond as they struggle to free themselves and gain the advantage over the other.)

HS: "Oh man, this is just a great match all around."

FJ: "I wonder if it will end...I hope not!"

(Inside NHL takes Striker in hand and take a Punch to the stomach which rocks him from his feet but the handful of hair is not released, and a second blow does the trick, and Striker lunges at NHL trying to gouge his eye but NHL sidesteps and hits Striker with a Side Russian Leg sweep. NHL checks to see his partner outside the ring taking on Lightning before he sprints for the post and Knee Drops on Striker's throat from the second rope in the corner. It takes NHL a second to get the writhing Steven Striker subdued and pinned.)

HS: "Could this be it?"

FJ: "I hope not!"

(The Ref slides in and hits the mat 1... 2... 3...)

FJ: "DAMAGE, INC. WIN! NHL has pinned Striker!"

HS: "Man, what a great match! This is worthy of any kind of awards the AWA can throw out there."

FJ: "If there is an AWA after Wrestlefest VII."

(The ref brings up NHL's hand in victory just as Brian Stevens slides in to join the ovation of victory from the fans. Ray Owens is now at ringside helping his friends recover from their greuling match. Lars is now in the ring celebrating with Damage, Inc. on their hard fought victory, but then Lars notices Ray Owens. Lars slides to ringside and cracks Ray across the back of the head. Ray sees it's Lars, and Lars rolls into the ring, laughing. Ray slides in with the injured Paramedics behind him. The ring has officially turned into an all out brawl between Lars and Damage Inc. and The Family. Suddenly, “Hail to the Chief” hits the PA, and all the men in the ring freeze, and turn their gaze to the entrance ramp as President Gray steps through the curtains with a mic in his hand.)

Gray: "You guys might want to listen up good for what I’m about to announce. This little feud between the six of you needs to finally come to an end! It’s time for the Family to officially get rid of all of the trouble Damage Inc. and Lars has been causing these last few weeks! I’m sick of all of the cowardly beatings on the member of my roster, and all of the underhanded tactics you’ve been so fond of lately. After Low finishes off Whisper for good, and the AWA labors on like it always has, I don’t want the likes of you three sneak-attacking and injuring all of my wrestlers! So, a week from tonight at WrestleFest VII, it’ll be Damage Inc. and Lars Fredrickson against the Paramedics and Ray Owens in a match I like to call “The Family’s Steel Cage Survival Match!”

(The members of the Family grin from cheek to cheek with this news, as Lars, Stevens, and NHL shoot each other puzzled looks. Gray continues…)

Gray: "The rules of this match are simply….A cage will surround the ring, and one man from each team will be randomly selected to start the match. Every three minutes a new participant in the match will enter the cage. A coin toss will take place earlier in the night to determine which team has the first advantage. The match will be elimination style, and the last team with members still in the ring, are the declared winners. There’s no disqualification…so Medics, sharpen up those scalpels! Lars, Stevens, and Lee, get ready for the beating of your lives!"

(Gray laughs manically as “Hail to the Chief” plays again, and Gray heads to the back. The six men in the ring staring each other down from opposite sides of the ring, about to let loose.)

HS: "What an announcement by Gray! I’ve never heard of a match like that!"

FJ: "This is the only way The Family has a chance against Damage Inc. in Lars…they take the chance to cheat their way to victory any way they can!"

HS: "Uh Oh! Looks like they don’t want to wait until next week!"

(The Family lunges towards Damage Inc and Lars in the ring, but the referee steps in between the men. He points at both Lars and Owens, reminding them that they in fact have a one on one match scheduled. The ref then motions the Medics and Damage Inc. to the outside of the ring, as Lars and Owens retire to opposite sides of the ring.)

HS: "Finally…the re-match that has been FIVE years in the making folks!"

FJ: "Lars has some seriously revenge to enact on Owens!"

HS: "But with the Medics and Damage Inc. on the outside of the ring, this match is just going to get nasty in a hurry."

FJ: "You’re right, there’s now ay Owens can pick up the win without some help…wait…I think Lars has a few words he wants to say."

(Back in the ring, Lars is motioning to the ring announcer for a microphone. Before he says anything, he leans to the outside of the ring towards NHL and Stevens, whispers something to them, the two look perplexedly towards Lars, and then each other, and with a shrug head back up the entrance ramp to the back. Lars takes a firm place five feet away from Owens before speaking.)

Lars: "Owens, this match is something I’ve been waiting what seems like an eon for, and I’m man enough to get the job done BY MYSELF. So if you’re truly the noble man of “tradition” that you claim to be, why not send your little buddies to the back…I don’t want any interference in this match…it’s just you…and me!"

(With that, Lars tosses the mic outside the ring, and stares down Owens, waiting for him to make the next move. Owens quickly agrees to Lars’ wishes, and motions towards Striker and Lighting to head to the back.)

(Commercial Break.)

(We come back from commercial with ALL the members of both Damage, Inc. and The Family out of the ring with the exception, of course, of Lars Fredrickson and “Hot Shot” Ray Owens. They stand in their corner, just starring the other man down…)

HS: “Ladies and gentlemen, it is NOW time for your main event of the evening. Tonight, our main event is unlike ANY other match we have EVER brought to you on Shock. Tonight, you will bare witness to the GRUDGE MATCH of the CENTURY!”

FJ: “That’s right, Herb. You and I, we don’t USUALLY agree, but tonight in that ring you will see two LEGENDS do battle, mostly because they hate each other with a passion! This one will be a MONSTER of a match. This is BIG TIME!”

HS: “That’s right. These two men, Lars Fredrickson and Ray Owens, they DEFINITELY are no strangers to one another. It’s been about FIVE YEARS to the day since the last time Lars Fredrickson and Ray Owens faced one another in competition, which was at Hell on Earth 2001!

FJ: “Yep. And Ray Owens won that match-up AND the AWA World Heavyweight Championship that night.”

HS: “However, a month or two earlier it was Lars Fredrickson who beat Ray Owens AND Jack Happy for a vacant AWA World Heavyweight Championship at Wrestlefest 2.”

FJ: “SO technically, these two guys are 1 and 1 against each other. One win and One loss.”

HS: “Also, it should be interesting to note that Lars and Ray haven’t TOUCHED one another since their last meeting at Hell on Earth 2001, be it here in the AWA or any other promotion on the face of the Earth! So that means these men have FIVE YEARS of unfinished business and pent up aggression just ready to EXPLODE tonight! This one will be nothing short of a CLASSIC!”

(The fans in attendance at the Wachovia Center in Philadelphia start a mass clap-along. EVERYONE in the arena is absolutely AMPED to see this match and the claps grow louder and louder with each strike. The sound of the clapping is deafening and it becomes increasingly harder and harder to hear Frank and Herb…)

FJ: “Wow. These fans actually have rhythm!?”

HS: “Oh, shut up, Frank. Of course they have rhythm. This is Philadelphia and these people are VERY ready for this match to happen.”

FJ: “Wait. Let me piece this together. These people actually have rhythm and we’re in Philadelphia? Now, Philly is known as the “City of Brotherly Love”…I GOT IT! It’s the brothers providing the rhythm!!!”

HS: “WHAT!?! Do you want us thrown off the air!?”

FJ: “For what? Making an observation? Well, excuse me for DOING MY JOB!…nerd.”

HS: “Well, regardless of your stupid racist comments, the anticipation for this match is INCREDIBLE! This crowd is HOT!”

FJ: “Well, let’s get these dudes fighting. I’m about ready to go home. I don’t like stalling!”

HS: “Are you kidding me!?! This is probably the biggest match this company has promoted in YEARS and you want to go home!?”

FJ: “Well, I AM kinda tired. It’s been a long night. Damage, Inc. have been raising hell and watching that can really tire a guy out. Kinda like sex, but YOU wouldn’t know about that!”

HS: “You’re SERIOUSLY comparing Damage, Inc. and their cowardly sneak attacks to SEX!”

FJ: “And hey. When you add Lars to that mix, it’s like…the greatest orgasm EVER! Wait…did that sound gay-ish?”

HS: “Wow. Just…wow. I really, REALLY need to find a new broadcast partner.”

(A nameless ring announcers steps center ring, since we weren’t able to get proper introductions due to the pre-match shenanigans. He stands center ring with the referee to his right…)

RING ANNOUCNER: “Ladies and Gentlemen, it is NOW time for the MAIN EVENT of the evening…and your following contest has a SIXTY MINUTE time limit and IS the GRUDGE MATCH OF THE CENTURY!”

(The fans roar in anticipation, waiting the start of the match. The tension in the building is absolutely INCREDIBLE!)

RING ANNOUNCER: “FIRST. Standing to my left. He weighs in tonight at 234 and one half pound and hails from Hollywood, California. He is a former AWA World Heavyweight Champion and member of the AWA Hall of Fame. He is known as “The Man Who Just May End Your Career” and is “The Self-Proclaimed Greatest AWA Wrestler of ALL TIME!” Ladies and Gentlemen, this is LARS FREDRICKSON!

(Lars Fredrickson steps out from his corner, Cambodian Cane in hand. He steps center ring, starring down Ray Owens with every step. Lars raises his arm high into the air and proudly shows off his Cambodian Cane…but then in a classless act, he spits at Ray Owens!! Ray doesn’t flinch, however, and absolutely doesn’t break eye contact with Fredrickson. Lars grins cockily as he backs himself into his corner once again…)

RING ANNOUNCER: “And his opponent standing to my right. He weighs in tonight at 235 pounds and proudly hails from West Texas! He is a 4 time former AWA World Heavyweight Champion and member of the AWA Hall of Fame. Ladies and Gentleman, making his return to the ring tonight for the first time in FIVE YEARS, this is “HOT SHOT” RAY OWENS!”

(Ray Owens pulls back the hood on his ring jacket and throws his arms open, screaming out to the fans. The fans roar loudly and out of no where, a wave of streamers are thrown towards the ring in a variety of colors. Ray Owens looks absolutely in awe at this great sign of respect and falls to one knee and raises one arm in the air while tearing up, the ENTIRE ring is covered in the paper streamers and the fans give Ray Owens a standing ovation. Lars seems completely unmoved by all of this a brushes the streamers off of himself before removing his black Motley Crue “Theatre of Pain” t-shirt and throwing behind him to the floor. The referee and some stage hands start removing the large sea of streamers from the ring as Ray Owens gets up and takes his ring jacket off, handing it to the time keeper. Finally, all the streamers are out of the ring and the fans give Ray Owens yet ANOTHER round of applause. Ray Owens bows and the fans cheer yet again.)

HS: “WOW! What a show of respect by these fans here in Philadelphia. For those who DON’T know, in Japan, when a professional wrestler is flooded with streamers like Ray Owens was tonight, it is the ULTIMATE sign of respect.”

FJ: “Well, that did look pretty frickin’ cool. Plus, you don’t see THAT everyday.”

(The referee pats down both Lars Fredrickson and Ray Owens and in that order, checking for any kind of illegal weapon on their person. The referee is pleased and signals for the bell and on cue, it is chimed three times. The fans pop big time!)

HS: “Here we go, Frank. We are underway with a match FIVE YEARS in the making! Lars Fredrickson versus Ray Owens is NOW!”

(Both men come out of their corner and they begin circling each other. Ray Owens stops and offers up an arm to Lars, looking to engage in a Greco-Roman Knuckle Lock. Lars commits and the two interlock fingers. Both men try to muscle an advantage, but to no avail. Ray opts to make the first over and breaks the lock and looks to sweep out the leg of Lars Fredrickson. Lars is too quick and sees it coming and pulls away. Ray calls Lars out and again offers up his arm, again looking for a Greco-Roman Knuckle Lock. Lars complies again and the two lock fingers again…but this time Lars breaks the lock and grabs the leg of Ray Owens. Owens is wise to it and rides Fredrickson to the mat with a front facelock. Lars is able to quickly counter and this time he rides Ray Owens into a sitting position…and again, Ray Owens is able to break free and he snapmares Lars over and again rides him to the mat with a front facelock. Lars breaks free and comes up with an arm of Owens. Lars quickly twists and slams the arm of Owens to the mat but Owens just quickly shakes it off and AGAIN rides Lars with a front face lock. Finally, Lars is able to counter into a hammerlock and brings Owens from his knees and to his feet. Lars, however, switches from the hammerlock and quickly applies a standing front facelock to Ray Owens. Owens quickly hit’s a leg trip on Lars and lands on him for a cover. The ref counts one and Lars kicks out. Lars sits up and immediately, Ray Owens rides him into a sitting position. Lars chain-wrestles his way out of it and rides Owens, but Owens is able to stand up to his feet. Lars breaks the hold and we are at a good, ol’ fashion STAND OFF! The fans are on their feet, cheering for this outstanding wrestling action!)

HS: “Now THIS is professional wrestling. Just an AMAZING display of chain wrestling by BOTH men.”

FJ: “Yeah. While it was great wrestling, it was definitely too much men riding men. Yuck.”

HS: “Jeez. That’s what it’s called! Don’t step on my calls, Frank!”

FJ: “Pfft. I’ll step on your mom’s calls.”

HS: “Um…what? That didn’t even make sense.”

FJ: “You…um…don’t make sense.”

(Ray Owens fixes his knee pads briefly while Lars cracks his neck, each man preparing themselves for the next part of this war! Both men start circling again, trying to feel one another out. Owens stops and subsequently Lars Fredrickson stops. Owens again offers a hand to Lars and again, Lars complies. Again, the two men lock up in a Greco-Roman Knuckle Lock. Lars is able to eventually power Ray Owens down to a knee and takes advantage by breaking the knuckle lock and executing a standing switch to Owens and locking on a rear waist lock. Owens struggles for a minute before being able to break the waist lock and comes out of it with a standing wrist lock. Lars struggles for a moment before Owens, in one sudden but fluid motion, flips Lars with a hip toss, still holding onto the wrist lock. Lars stays calm and eventually is able to break the wrist lock by catching Owens off-guard by grabbing his head with his legs. Owens doesn’t stay locked up for long and he is able to force Lars to his back. Owens tries fighting his way out, but Lars drives his elbows into the exposed back of Ray Owens…but out of no where, Owens pushes through the pain and grabs the head of Lars and locks on a side headlock on the mat. Lars struggles and Owens rides him to a sitting position. Lars bridges out of a rear waist lock now applied by Owens and comes up with a standing armbar. Lars takes the arm bar and switches it to a wrist lock, much like the one Ray Owens just had applied to Lars. Lars is able to force Owens to a knee before Owens starts power out…but Lars decides to wind up and kick Owens in the face with a sickening stiff kick! The crowd boo’s and Lars breaks the hold. Lars starts jawing with Owens and the “Hot Shot” is pissed and gets up to his feet!)

HS: “What disrespect shown by Lars Fredrickson! Just classless!”

FJ: “What, did you want them to play Chess? This is Pro Wrestling, damn it! These two don’t like each other. If you wanted a respectful match with handshakes and rainbows, then this ain’t it!”

HS: “He’s a legend, Frank! Lars should show him some damn respect!”

(The two men start circling each other again, only this time they are talking a whole lot of trash. They lock up center ring with a collar-elbow tie up and Owens wins this exchange and snapmares Lars over and quickly follows up with a stiff kick to the upper back of Fredrickson! Lars grimaces in pain and stands up holding his back. Owens shoots him a smile and Lars, in turn, spits at him. Lars challenges Owens to Greco-Roman Knuckle Lock and, this time, Owens happily accepts it. Both men lock up tight and go chest to chest, trying to overpower one another. Both men power each other down to the mat but each time the other man bridges back up! We are at a standstill and neither man will break the lock! Lars starts feeling the effects of the lock and tries to somersault backwards out of it, but Owens holds on tightly! However, with the new angle, Lars has an advantage! Owens doesn’t let that stand and he quickly slides between the legs of Lars, holding onto the lock. Lars has to break one hand and flips over to the mat and lands on his back. Owens smiles and quickly locks on a Cross Arm-Breaker! Lars is quick to squirm to the ropes and gets a rope break. Owens releases the hold immediately and the fans erupt in cheers and we find ourselves at another stand still!)

HS: “What a match so far!”

FJ: “What ring presence by Lars Fredrickson!”

HS: “Agreed. If Lars DIDN’T make it to the ropes, I’m convinced that we would’ve seen the end of this match!”

(The two men look very aggravated with one another as neither man is really running away with a clear-cut advantage thus far. Owens and Lars look to lock up again, but this time it’s Ray Owens who bypasses the lock-up and grabs the leg of Lars Fredrickson. Owens sweeps Lars down to his feet and immediately falls to the mat and grapevines the leg of Lars with his own legs. Lars looks to be in great pain as Owens has an absolutely vicious ankle lock on Fredrickson center ring! Lars is able, after a good minute in the hold, to break the leg grapevine and take the right knee of Owens and lock on a seated Stretch Muffler! Owens doesn’t give up the leglock, however, and tries to apply as much pressure as possible. Owens finally gives up the leglock and starts punching the seated Lars in the face! Lars breaks the hold and again, we are at a stand off!)

FJ: “C’mon! When are these guys gonna kill each other!?”

HS: “Ask and you shall receive. It would look like these two men’s tempers are FLARING!”

(Lars steps up to Owens paint-brushes him with a slap across the face! Owens responds back in kind! Lars rakes the eyes of Owens and Irish Whips him into the turnbuckle and follows in and connects with a Roaring Forearm Smash! Owens staggers out of the corner and Lars flips over and goes for a Sunset Flip. Owens is wise to it and rolls through and tries lifting Lars up for his Double Shot…but Lars is able to take Owens over with a head-scissor takeover. Owens gets right back up and charges at Lars, but Lars ducks and tries backbody dropping Owens to the outside…but Owens lands on the apron. Lars turns around and gets locked with a forearm! Lars staggers back and Owens springboards into the ring and drops Lars hard with an Enzuigiri. Lars slides out of the ring to try and take a break, but Ray Owens has other plans! He gets a good running start and does a Suicide Dive through the middle and second rope…but Lars saw it coming! Lars moved and Ray Owens smacks his head on the guardrail on the outside! Lars smiles and immediately takes his studded belt off and starts whipping Ray Owens across the back!)

HS: “Oh, no!”

FJ: “IT’S LOWER EASTSIDE FREDRICKSON! HE’S BACK!!!”

HS: “In case you people ARE NOT familiar with this, this is Lars Fredrickson’s take on “Hollywood” Hogan! In fact, Hogan tried suing Lars over this but couldn’t since it was a parody!”

FJ: “Shut up, Herb. Look at those welts on the back of Owens! Hogan was NEVER this cool!”

(Lars smiles as he brings Owens to his feet and throws him back into the ring. Lars Fredrickson wastes a little bit of time to put his belt back on and then follows Owens into the ring. Lars brings Owens to his feet and hit’s a solid Knife Edge Chop…but Owens gets fired up! Owens fires back at the chest of Lars with a Knife Edge Chop! Lars chops again! Owens chops again! Lars chops again! Owens hit’s a dropkick and Lars crumbles to the mat! Owens brings Lars up to his feet and DRILLS him with a Full Nelson Suplex! Lars tries getting up right after the devastating drop on his skull…but Owens is ready! Owens crushes Fredrickson with a running knee strike to the temple of Lars’ head! Owens doesn’t cover, instead he brings Lars to his feet and whips him into the corner! Owens ties Lars up in a tree of woe and backs up to the other side of the ring before rushing in and dropkicking the face of Lars Fredrickson! Lars is able to get his leg unhooked from the turnbuckle and crumbles to the mat. Owens backs away, stalking his prey. Lars gets to his feet, but he looks out! Ray Owens charges in and tries hitting a step-up Enziguri, but Lars has enough wits about him to duck! Then, in a VERY shocking moment, Lars deathlocks the legs of Owens and locks on THE SWEEPER!!!)

HS: “You’ve got to be kidding me! Lars Fredrickson, in desperation, has locked Ray Owens in his OWN finishing hold, The Sweeper!”

FJ: “Oh, Ray Owens would feel like a goon if he tapped to his own hold!”

HS: “Let’s not forget the history of this hold! Ray Owens BEAT Lars Fredrickson with The Sweeper in their LAST meeting at Hell on Earth!”

FJ: “Don’t forget that Lars NEVER tapped to The Sweeper that night. He passed out from the loss of blood!”

(Lars releases the hold once Ray Owens gets to the ropes…but it looks like the damage is done. Ray’s knee looks to be a mess! Lars gets up and starts stomping away at the knee. Lars proceeds to drive his knee into the back of Owens’ knee! Lars grabs Owens leg and brings Owens up to a standing position before hitting a Dragon Whip on the knee! Lars smiles, knowing he has Owens in trouble. Lars hit’s a standing Moonsault and goes for a cover, but only gets a two count. Lars gets right up and kicks the now-injured left knee of Ray Owens. Owens gets wide-eyed and tries scooting away from Lars. Lars laughs and jumps right on the knee of Ray Owens, double stomping it with all his weight! Lars signals for the kill and grabs the leg of Owens and turns him over into the “Hollywood” Crab! Owens immediately starts squirming to get to the ropes and after a good 30 seconds, Lars breaks the Crab and pulls Owens away from the ropes and drops a “Lower Eastside Drop” on the knee of Owens!!! Lars gets up and starts mocking Hulk Hogan, doing all of his trademark poses!)

HS: “What an arrogant prick! Lars just adding insult to injury now.”

FJ: “Dude. Shut up. The LARSTER is in the ring!”

(Lars finally finishes up his mock-pose down and goes for a cover on Owens…but Owens turns it into a small package! Owens gets a two count and gets up to his feet! Lars boots Owens in the gut and looks like he wants to hit a vertical suplex, but Owens blocks and instead, Owens hit’s a BEAUTIFUL belly to belly suplex! Both men are slow to get up and finally, both are up simultaneously! Owens and Lars start throwing wild punches at each other until Owens clobbers Fredrickson with a sick clothesline! Again, both men are DOWN! The fans stand and cheer the efforts of both men as the referee administers the 10 count. Owens is the first man to his feet, at 9, and sends Lars to the ropes. Lars counters and instead whips Owens to the ropes. Lars misses a high-angle clothesline and Owens hit’s an astonishing Full Nelson/Dragon Suplex! Owens covers and only gets a 2 count. Owens slams the mat out of frustration and brings Lars back up to his feet. Owens tries sending Lars to the turnbuckle, but Lars jumps up and sits on the top turnbuckle and kicks the charging Owens in the face! Owens stumbles out and Lars hits an amazing spinning wheel kick to the face of Owens! Lars waits for Owens to get up, and once he does he tries to hit his turning moonsault, but again, Ray Owens is ready and knows his opponent SO well. Ray turns the moonsault attempt into a devastating Slingshot Suplex! Ray goes for the cover and STILL only gets a two count. Ray Owens rolls over and tries catching his breath and collecting his thoughts. Ray finally gets up and, still feeling the effects on his knee, hobbles over to Lars Fredrickson, who himself is starting to get up near the ropes. Ray tries getting Lars up on the top rope on the turnbuckle in the corner…but it turns into a fight for advantage up top! Lars plays dirty and starts punching the knee of Ray Owens before pushing Ray off the top turnbuckle…but Owens falls on his bad knee and hard! Lars sees the opening and perches himself on the top rope before NAILING the Seven Year Down! Lars goes for the cover and still only gets TWO!)

HS: “Neither man will say die in this match!”

FJ: Well, this one has already gone past a half and hour, how much more can these two have left? I mean, the match has been amazing, but both of these dudes are all old and stuff. I don’t want to see either die from heart failure!”

HS: “Jeez. Frank. Just shut up and watch this other match of the year candidate!”

(Lars gets up and stares out into the audience and makes a throat-slitting motion as he drags Owens up. Lars positions Owens between his legs and hoists Owens up and hits his Spinning Cradle Piledriver! Lars covers and the referee finally counts THREE! Owens tried kicking out, but it was just a second too late! The crowd starts booing mercilessly as Lars Fredrickson raises his arms in the air.)

HS: “HE DID IT! Lars Fredrickson finally pinned Ray Owens!”

FJ: “Hell of a match. We saw the Larster, dude. The frickin’ Larster!”

HS: “Listen to these fans, Frank!”

(The fans start chanting “Match of the Year! Match of the Year!” Lars smiles as he looks down on his fallen opponent. Lars positions himself over the fallen body of “Hot Shot” Ray Owens and raises his arms in the air, showing his dominance over the former 4 time AWA World Heavyweight Champion!)

HS: “Join us NEXT Sunday for Wrestlefest, everyone! It could very well be the LAST EVER AWA Pay Per View and LAST EVER AWA promoted event!”

FJ: “If Lars and Damage, Inc. have ANYTHING to say about it, the AWA will be DEAD in a weeks time and we’ll be out of a job.”

HS: “Well, just in case this IS our last broadcast on this network, we thank you all for your years of support and wish you all the best of luck. For Frank Jackson, I’m Herb Summers saying thanks for joining us and we’ll see you at WRESTLEFEST!!!”

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