AWA SUNDAY NIGHT SUPER SHOCK, April 10, 2005, Memphis, TN, Mid-South Coliseum
(The AWA opening logo flashes across the screen and we see the Shock intro on the screen. The camera lights up in front of the stage and the pyrotechnic display goes off, hurtling sparks and light up into the air and ending with a loud BOOM. The camera scans the crowd, showing various signs that the fans are holding.)
HS: "Welcome everyone to another exciting edition of AWA Sunday Super Shock! I'm Herb Summers alongside my partner in crime, Frank Jackson, and we are from the Mid-South Coliseum in Memphis, Tennessee!"
FJ: "Yeah, and I'm glad we're inside here because there's a nasty storm brewing outside and I heard it knocked out power of half of the surrounding counties."
HS: "I'm sure we'll have no troubles here tonight."
FJ: "I hope so."
HS: "Well, we have an exciting card lined up for you tonight everyone. First off, we have a four corners tag team match up with Andreas Lasiewicz and Cynder going against Maxx Skabb and Chris Kinkade going against the Canucks going against Draven Shadows and the debut of Lady Ashe."
FJ: "And the Cruiserweight Championship will be defended by Tragedy against the former champion, Cerberus in a Hardcore match. The Tag Team Championship is going to be defended by the Immortals as we have a Springs and Breaks rematch against Bad Blood!"
HS: "Also, we have the Hangman finally getting his hands on Schizm. We have Brian Williams facing off against the Anthem tonight as well."
FJ: "Brian Stevens will be facing Saidogai and Scott Lotus in a triple threat match and Kyle Duke will be going against Whisper. Then we have Low taking on Trevor Williams and Falk Tallin in a triple threat match, not for the title, of course."
HS: "According to someone in the back, a limo is pulling up."
FJ: "Someone get a camera on that!"
(A white limo is seen driving up to the Mid-South Coliseum. It comes to a halt, and the door opens.)
HS: "It's the Immortals! Our tag team champions have arrived at the arena!"
FJ: "Yuck! I can't stand those two goody-goodys. Just look at Atlas looking all happy. And that giant baby he tags with just make me sick. Awww, look. They stop to sign some autographs. Now ain't that adorable..."
HS: "Frank, sometimes I really wonder what's wrong with you."
FJ: "Now what's that supposed to mean?"
(The Immortals, looking very proper in gray business suits, are done signing autographs and chatting with friends, and head for the arena entrance. Then the sound of a ringing cell phone is heard.)
ATLAS: "Not mine."
APOLLO: "It's mine... - Yes, hello? -"
(Apollo then goes on in a foreign language, sounds very much like Greek. He talks for about a minute, and his light-hearted look fades away into one of extremely upset emotions. He closes the phone, slides it back into his pocket and turns to Atlas.)
APOLLO: "It was Izabel. Something has happened to Ercole. I'm not sure if she is sick or if there was an accident. But she is in the hospital, and her condition is very serious."
ATLAS: "That's terrible news my friend!"
APOLLO: "I will have to fly back to Greece to be with her. Izabel has made the arrangements for me to leave on the next flight to Athens. Tonight. In fact, I have to leave right away if I am to make it to the airport."
ATLAS: "Oh."
APOLLO: "I know. I'm sorry this puts you in a bad situation, but it's something I have to do."
ATLAS: "Look, I have no problem with it. If you didn't go, what kind of father would you be? Go to her Apoloniusz. Go!"
(Apollo turn to Atlas with tears filling his eyes. The big man puts his arms around his partner in a hug. When he lets go, Atlas has one tag team title belt draped across each shoulder.)
APOLLO: "Thanks bro. Your support means a lot to me. I will try to stay in touch."
ATLAS: "Get going now. You don't want to miss that plane you big oaf!"
(Apollo turns around and heads for the limo. He gets inside it, and it speeds off, leaving Atlas watching the rough concrete in front of his feet.)
HS: "I can't believe it! Apollo has left the arena. He won't be competing tonight."
FJ: "Does that mean Atlas will have to forfeit the match?"
HS: "I have no idea Frank. But this is shocking news! The Immortals were on such a roll, but now it could all come to an end tonight. From that conversation, I don't think anyone knows when - or even if - Apollo will return. We'll keep a close eye on this situation and will keep you updated."
FJ: "Yipee...not!"
MK: “Hello everyone, this is Mark Keller here and we are pleased to welcome in a new wrestling talent, the female phenom from the United Kingdom, Lady Ashe and her manager Sebastian Blood.”
(Standing there alone is Sebastian Blood holding his cane smiling a door is behind the manager of the new talent here in the AWA.)
Sebastian Blood: “The Lady Ashe has asked me to speak for her before the match. She is getting ready for her first ever match here in the AWA. She will be out here shortly.”
MK: “Alright, it has been awhile since we have had a female wrestler…”
(Sebastian does not look happy with the Keller at that statement.)
Sebastian Blood: “First, Lady Ashe is a wrestler, not a female wrestler, just call her a lady not a female, because that is a plain insult to who she is. She is no different than any of the ‘gentlemen’ here in the AWA.”
MK: “Ok, so what does she see as her future here in the AWA?”
Sebastian Blood: “She will show that she can compete with the ‘skilled’ wrestlers here in the AWA.”
MK: “Are you implying that the wrestlers are not skilled her in the AWA compaired to Lady Ashe? Also what of the reports of her unorthodox methods in and out of the ring?”
(Sebastian changes the subject not wanting to answer that question.)
Sebastian Blood: “I have said no such thing. All those tales are just lies by male wrestlers trying to make up stories that they lost to a lady. Oh just out of curiousity how long have you worked here in the AWA?”
(Mark is surprised when asked that question.)
MK: “Ahhh.. I've been with the company for a long time. A few years, maybe.”
Sebastian Blood: “Excellent… You should go inside and have your interview with Lady Ashe now.”
MK: “Really? Are you sure she is ready?”
(Sebastian nods his head.)
Sebastian Blood: “Yes, I am quite sure go in alone talk to her and she will come out later.”
MK: “Thank you!”
(The Mark Keller enters through the door Sebastian opens for him slamming it shut behind the young naive interviewer. Screaming comes from the locker room.
MK: “DEAR GOD STOP!!!!”
Sebastian Blood: “End of transmission.”
FJ: "Good for Mark. I've been sick of him for the longest time now."
Hs: "And speaking of transmissions, I'm receiving word that Nathan Hawthorne-Lee and Sarah Hawthorne have just arrived to the arena."
FJ: "Why is he here? He's not scheduled for a match tonight!"
(We see the camera shift backstage and we see NHL in his Puck U t-shirt and black leather jacket with his No Limit title belt draped over his right shoulder with his wife to his side. They are walking down a wide hallway with someone behind them with their bags.)
HS: "The No Limit Champion is here nevertheless, but he is bandaged from the brawl he had with Poppa last week so he can defend his title."
FJ: "That's not all. He got some of those bruises from an unwarranted attack from Kyle Duke. I'm sure that NHL is here to address that situation."
HS: "We won't know until we hear from him. I'll have Mark interview NHL to see what's going on. We're going to our first commercial break, but when we come back, we will start off Supe-"
(Commercial)
HS: "Sorry about the cut-off, but there is a strong storm looming over us, so please bear with us. Our first match of the night is almost under way, but we are still having power problems because of that storm, so we had all of the wrestlers come out during our commercial break, just to save time with any possible electricity outages."
FJ: "I hate this place! Why would we have to be in Tennessee anyway?"
HS: "Oh, come on Frank! Let's call this match, because the bell has rung and Andreas Lasiewicz and Chris Kinkade are starting this match off."
(Andreas Lasiewicz runs up to Kinkade and spears him to the ground. The Gambit mounts Kinkade and starts to hammer away onto his face with straight right hands. The referee starts to count to five for the disqualification, but Andreas releases his grip on number four. Cynder starts to get into the ring, but the referee sees this and goes to stop him. While the referee is distracted, Andreas kicks Kinkade in the groin with a low blow. Kinkade's face lights up and he falls down like a statue. Everyone's faces around the ring cringe in pain. Andreas bends over Kinkade and slaps him in the face a few times and spits out a few obscenities. The Polish native picks up Kinkade off the mat and delivers a suplex and goes for a cover. ONE...TWO..-But Skabb is there to break up the pinfall. As Maxx is walking back to his corner, he pushes the referee out of the way. The referee takes exception to that and gets in Maxx's face. As Maxx was about the nail the referee, the Gambit calls for Skabb. Maxx turns around and gets caught by the Peace Maker. Andreas rolls him out of the ring and Maxx crashes onto the hard mats below.)
(Lasiewicz turns around and sees that Chris has tagged in X-Treme Jeff of the Canucks. XTJ and Andreas lock up in the collar and elbow tie-up. Jeff gets the upper hand and hits a DDT onto Andreas. Jeff climbs up to the top rope and delivers a leg drop onto Andreas. Jeff brings Lasiewicz to his feet and whips him into the corner of the Canucks. Jeff tags in Terry James and they team up against Andreas. Jeff delivers a bulldog, but Terry catches it in a reverse neckbreaker, stunning Andreas to the mat by their move called the Canadian Crusher. Terry tags Jeff back into the match. Andreas starts to crawl away, but XTJ catches his right boot. Andreas slowly turns over and kicks Jeff in the face, causing him to fall backwards. Andreas is near the corner of Lady Ashe and Draven Shadows. Draven is the closest and is extending his arm out. Lady Ashe is arguing with Draven, who wants no part of it. She shoves Draven, but he shoves back. Lady Ashe looks back to Sebastian who walks over and grabs Draven's feet. Ashe pushes Draven and Sebastian catches him onto his shoulders. Andreas tags in Lady Ashe as Sebastian is putting Draven on is feet. Draven starts to argue with Sebastian, but Sebastian walks away. Frustrated, Draven Shadows hops back onto the apron to watch the match.)
(XTJ looks on towards Lady Ashe with a look of confusion, possibly never giving thought that he would have to wrestle a woman. Ashe looks at Jeff and then the two tie up in the collar and elbow. as the other six competitors look on. Jeff is able to easily over power Lady Ashe and he goes for a DDT, but it's blocked with an undetected low blow. Jeff falls to the mat like a sack of bricks. She picks up Jeff with an odd sense of ease. She whips Jeff into the ropes and hits him with a short arm clothesline. With Jeff on the mat, she starts to rub his face, as if she's sorry for hurting him. She bends down and kisses his cheek. She trails down to his neck and bites him on his neck. Jeff immediately jumps away from Lady Ashe, holding his neck. He is in the corner of Andreas Lasiewicz and Cynder. Cynder has his arm extended down for a tag and Jeff happily obliges. Jeff pulls his hand away from his neck to see two small drops of blood on his hand, but nothing major, somethink like a couple of pin pricks.)
(Lady Ashe is now pitted against someone who is heavier than her by almost 100 lbs. and towers over her by more than half a foot. Ashe walks up to Cynder and seductively holds his arm. She reaches down to kiss his hand, but Cynder pulls his hand away, motioning that he doesn't want to be bitten. She puts her hand to his face and reassures him that she won't. She takes his arm and whips him into the ropes. On his way back, she hits Cynder with a hip toss. Frustrated by her deception, he bounces off the ropes, only to be hip tossed again. Lady Ashe is hip tossing him as if those extra 100 lbs. is nothing to her. Cynder gets up, but gets cracked upside his head by a blind kick. Cynder falls to the mat hard. Sebastian Blood starts to pound on the ring apron, cheering his long time friend on. Ashe blows a kiss to Sebastian as a thanks and she climbs the nearest turnbuckle in Maxx Skabb's corner. Maxx looks at her curvy body as she ascends the turnbuckle. Cynder gets up a little wobbily. He staggers back towards Ashe, not knowing she's behind him on the turnbuckle. She hits a somersault DDT on the unsuspecting Cynder. Lady Ashe goes to cover Cynder, but he easily kicks out before the count starts. Sebastian Blood hops onto the apron and starts to argue with the referee. Ashe mounts Cynder and slaps him in the face. Cynder shoves her off him and gets angry with himself for being dominated by a woman. He backs up, getting ready for a possible charging clothesline. Blood hops down from the apron and the referee turns around to watch the match. As Lady Ashe is getting up from the mat, Cynder gets ready to charge, but Maxx Skabb does a blind tag on Cynder and he enters the ring. Cynder looks on and gets frustrated, but Kinkade gets in Cynder's face. Cynder stares into Kinkade's face, but he eventually backs off.)
(Maxx starts to approach Lady Ashe, but he walks up to her in a non-fighting manner. He stares up and down her body and he starts to smile. He steps up to her and looks at her up and down some more. He grabs some of her long hair and starts to play with it, as if he's hitting on Lady Ashe. He starts to speak, saying that she's pretty hot, but he knows of at least one other person who is ten times hotter than her. Lady Ashe looks shocked at what Maxx has said, but she presses her body against Maxx. She puts her arms around his neck and Maxx leans his head down, but Ashe drops her her knees, hitting a jaw breaker on the unsuspecting Maxx Skabb. Maxx staggers backwards into his corner and Kinkade tags himself in by slapping Maxx upside his head. Kinkade looks at Maxx and shakes his head. Maxx climbs through the ropes, knowing he, the ex-con, has just been conned by the beautiful Lady Ashe.)
(Kinkade charges Ashe and attempts a spear, but Ashe quickly moves out of the way. Kinkade lands hard on the mat and starts to hold his shoulder a little bit. He gets up, but is met by Ashe with a kick to his face. She picks up Kinkade and attempts a suplex and is having trouble lifting him over for it. He starts to resist, but she fixes that with another low blow of the evening. She is able to get him up for the suplex. She stands up from it, not even looking as if it was difficult to pull off that suplex. Kinkade gets up off the mat and is met by a standing drop kick by Lady Ashe. Ashe helps Kinkade to his feet and he picks her up in a fireman's carry position, but Ashe counters it into her Crucifix pinning combination. Kinkade's shoulders are down on the mat and the referee counts the fall...ONE...TWO...THREE! Lady Ashe wins the match as the six other competitors look on in astonishment that she just pinned Chris Kinkade. Lady Ashe looks down at Kinkade who is in shock that he lost. She leans in and puts her finger on his lips. She shushes him and she kisses him on the neck. This is followed up by her biting Kinkade in the neck. She licks his neck and there is no bite mark or blood on his neck, but there is some blood on Lady Ashe's chin. Draven enters the ring and he raises his arm in celebration, but Lady Ashe coldly walks by him as she and Sebastian Blood walk up the ramp after her hard fought victory.)
HS: "Wow! What a match! I guess everyone was expecting Kinkade to kick out, but he never did. And everyone is still standing on the apron in shock."
FJ: "Man! I want to marry that woman! Look at Skabb looking at Lady Ashe as she's walking up the ramp. First he insults her by saying that he knows of one person who is hotter than she is, and now he's staring at her as she's walking up the ramp. I hope he starts to prowl her because I would love to see some videos of her. And I'm STILL waiting for those other videos of Sarah Hawthorne! I want to see some puppies!"
HS: "Heel boy!"
(Commercial)
HS: "Now what's this?"
(The AWAtron comes to life, to a confused crowd reaction. It shows Atlas inside the office of AWA Comissioner Lethal Louise. Atlas is in his blue and yellow wrestling pants, and has one tag title belt around his waist and the other one draped over the muscular left shoulder.)
Atlas: ".... so he had no choice but to leave. I know it puts us all in an extraordinary situation."
Louise (furious): "How am I supposed to run a business under these conditions!? Champions leaving with an hour notice! I'll strip you of the titles right here and now!"
Atlas: "Whoa! Whoa! Calm down, will you? He had to go. And, I'm willing to defend the titles myself tonight if I have to. Not for my own sake, but think of the people out there. The fans, our Army of Immortals, have come here to see us defend against Bad Blood. Many of them have gotten here from towns all around. Some had a four or five hour drive to get her. We can't disappoint them. I beg you, Louise, please don't make us drop the titles without a fight!"
(Louise ponders this for a while, and the dark clouds escape her face.)
Louise: "Okay, there will be a Tag Team Title Match tonight! And Bad Blood will get their shot at the titles."
Atlas: "That's all I ask for."
Louise: "Wait! I'm not done yet. In a show of my gracious nature, I will even allow you to use a replacement for Apollo, so it will be an even
match."
Atlas: "Wow, that is even more than I eve could've asked for. I know exactly who to ask."
Louise: "Not so quick! I will allow a replacement I CHOOSE for you! Now that'll be all. Leave me."
(The AWAtron goes dark.)
HS: "The good news are the tag match is still on. The bad news are Atlas could be teaming up with anyone. I wonder who Louise will put in Apollo's place."
FJ: "Hmm, I have a few suggestions... How about Curiously Bruce? Or Crappy Jack the Wrestling Pirate? And does anyone know where George Prince is nowadays?"
HS: "Ummm, I hear he lives in a retirement home down in Tallahasse. Why? OH. No way, Frank! Louise can't be that evil!"
FJ: "Heheh."
HS: "Well, we have a Cruiserweight Championship match coming up now, Frank. Get focused."
FJ: "...ok...weirdo..."
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HS: "We are so very sorry about the interruption, but the storm that has been looming over us for the past couple of hours took out our satellite feed. We apologize about the interruption."
FJ: "Yeah, you all missed one hell of a hardcore match. Sucks for all of you out there."
HS: "Don't pay attention to Frank. He's just cranky. Anyway, The fight spilled out into the parking lot outside, where they got drenched in the pouring rain. It eventually came back inside and went into the crowed. Tragedy even took a shot by Cerberus and he landed in a popcorn machine, scattering popcorn everywhere. We eventually had a winner, and that was Tragedy, who retained his title. Afterwards, Cerberus attacked Tragedy, feeling mad about the loss."
FJ: "And that's just in time for us to go to another commercial break! haha..."
(Commercial)
(The Lights dim in the arena as ‘The Color of Money’ by Bury Your Dead hits over the P.A. system. Brian Stevens comes out with Onslaught at his side. He stops a few feet away from the ring, staring at Scott Lotus and Saidogai who are already waiting for him.)
FJ: “I guess it will be interesting to see how does Lotus will do, just one week after that post-match attack from Stevens and his goon.”
(The referee quickly gets out of the ring and come in front of the duo, yelling at Onslaught to return to the locker room, who doesn’t look too happy at the decision. He takes a step forward the referee but Stevens stops him and whispers something to his ear. Onslaught retrieve back to the locker room.)
HS: “Looks like Stevens will have to work is way alone for once.”
(The match gets underway as a determined Lotus is staring at Stevens who have yet entered the ring. Saidogai comes from behind him and lands a quick bulldog on him and start punching him. Stevens run in the ring and picks up Saidogai off Lotus and throw him in out of the ring. He gets Lotus up and executes quick DDT on him. Stevens then slide outside of the ring and size up Saidogai who is getting up. Saidogai turns around and is clotheslined by Stevens. Saidogai is picking up is head on the ground as Stevens start mocking some guy from the crowd.)
FJ: “This Memphis crowd doesn’t look to appreciate Stevens at all.”
HS: “Is there a crowd that appreciate him?”
FJ: “Well the Minnesota crowd probably.”
(Stevens continue the assault on Saidogai. With a rapid kick to the gut followed by an elbow strike on Saidogai’s skull. Saidogai falls to the ground like a rag doll. Saidogai lays on the ground half unconscious. Stevens restart mocking the guy in the crowd. As he turns around he is hit by Lotus dropkick from the ring. The three men are lying on the side of the ring as the ref start counting…
1…2…3…4…
Saidogai is trying desperately to get up, helping himself with the ring post.
5…
Lotus gets into the ring.
6…7…
Saidogai enters the ring.
8…
Stevens rolls into the ring. Lotus starts brawling with Saidogai. Saidogai gets the upper hand and Irish whip Lotus to the ropes catching is left arm on the way back and twisting it in Lotus back. Lotus tries to hit Saidogai with is right arm but fails. Stevens hit the back of Saidogai’s head with a Forearm Strike. He then grabs Lotus around the waist and Belly to belly suplex him. Lotus is lying on the ground for a couple of seconds then sit on the mat. Stevens come with a Big Yakuza kick to his head. Lotus lies down once again.)
FJ: “Stevens is really showing is martial art skills in this match.”
(Saidogai comes back and try to attack Stevens but he is cut short with a perfectly executed Snapmare. Stevens place Saidogai in front of the turnbuckle. He climbs to the top rope and land a Harlem Hangover on Saidogai.
HS: “It must be over now!!”
(Stevens gets up and stare at Lotus.)
HS: “What is that idiot doing?!?!”
FJ: looks like he’s not trough yet.”
(Lotus is slowly getting up as Stevens is still looking at him. A groggy Lotus is standing up, he turns around and is met with Brian Stevens “Sweet Sensation”. He goes for the cover……1……2……3!)
HS: “Another victory for Stevens.”
FJ: “But it doesn’t seem to be over…”
(Onslaught runs to the ring with a chair in his hand. He looks at Stevens and both men smiles. Onslaught quickly turns and hit Saidogai square on the forehead with the chair sending him on the floor. Saidogai lay motionless on the ring as blood starts dripping forehead. Stevens kick him out of the ring. Onslaught picks up Lotus and lock is arm behind is back. Stevens picks up the chair and hit him in the guts. Lotus fall on the floor. Stevens picks up Lotus left ankle and put him into an Ankle Lock. Lotus screams in pain. Onslaught laughs a bit then picks up the chair and hit Lotus back. Stevens install the chair around Lotus left ankle and order Onslaught to climb the turnbuckle. Onslaught climbs the turnbuckle and jump on the chair with both legs. They both leave the ring with big grins on their faces.)
HS: “Oh My God.”
FJ: “I think I heard that ankle snap.”
HS: “Frank you’re such a careless person.”
FJ: “I know. Whatever.”
(Commercial)
(Larry Porter is standing looking at the camera smiling, he is dressed in a tuxedo. Towering next to him is the massive form of the wrestler known as the Anthem.)
LP: “Hello everyone, I'm Larry Porter and I have next to me one of the new up and comers of the AWA. I have for you the ‘Beast of Venice Beach’ the Anthem!”
(Anthem flexes baring his teeth the expression on his face is not a happy one.)
Anthem: “Oh the MOOOOJOOOO!”
LP: “Yes, the mojo you said that awhile back what does that mean.”
(Anthem looks at Porter.)
Anthem: “It is the harmony and roar the sound I hear when I hear the fans cheer! It pumps me up!”
LP: “I see that you are a little more emotional since your last interview before a match. Could this be because of the loss last week?”
(Anthem looks at Larry making him gulp.)
Anthem: “Yes, it made me realize just how much the mojo was not there. I could not feel the mojo! Nor could my partner.”
L: “Rumors were that Bob ‘The Swerve’ Di’Las was drunk before the match.”
Anthem: “No, he was drunk before the match. He spent all night out partying with chicks and drinking. He was not focused and that cost us the match!”
LP: “Does this mean that ‘The Duo of Rhythm’ the match we saw was the first and last time we will see the two of you together?”
Anthem: “No, it means you will see us together again. I have vowed after that match to help my partner and show him that there is a good way and wrong way to live!”
LP: “This is because Bob represents what you talked about before your match a few weeks ago?”
Anthem: “Yes! Bob will be my project. I will help show him how he has wasted his potential! He will find what it means to have clean living! Eating right! Drinking right! Practice and strive hard and not just allow just skill to help you win. If you waste it, then you will get the result Bob did. He was not at his full potential. When I am done, oh yes, he will feel the mojo as I do.”
LP: “Everyone loses matches is that what you believe happens if you lost a match?”
Anthem: “If I lose personally a match. I sit back look at what I did wrong fix that mistake and go on. The sign of a true warrior of the ring is not all the wins but how one bounces back from a loss!”
LP: “Yes, well you have your work cut out for yourself against Brian Williams.”
Anthem: “If the mojo is right and I have persevered against my mistakes from last time the rumble of the ring will happen when I win and the fans cheer has this whole stadium fall apart!”
(Anthem screams at the top of his lungs and heads away.)
LP: “...This is Larry Porter for the AWA back to you, back to you Herb and Frank.”
FJ: "Now, THAT's an interviewer. I hope that Mark Keller gets fired for walking in on Lady Ashe!"
HS: "Hey! I called matches with Mark for a year. He's my friend just as much as you're mine...wait, he's a little more."
FJ: "I see how it is..."
(Smoke appears at the at the ring entrance as a hand in a red open finger
glove starts to follow the countdown from the song Vertigo by U2 with lead
singer, Bono’s opening countdown at the beginning of the song:)
Bono: UNO!
One finger in the air from his out stretched arm in the air from the
smoke.
Bono: DOS!
Then two fingers in the air from his out stretched arm in the air.
Bono: TRES!
Now three fingers in the air from his out stretched arm in the air.
Bono: CATORCE!
Then finally the smoke falls away revealing the massive form of the
Anthem, he is a standing six feet five inches tall square shoulders and a
barrel chest are some of the highlights of his tanned powerful muscle
builder frame. He has short blond hair that compliments his good looks with
icy blue eyes that are covered by a pair of sunglasses, he wears when not in
the ring. He is dressed in wrestling tights that have a white star in the
center over a blue section in his front with red and white stripes on the
sides with matching blue knee pads and shoulder pads and finally his
matching red open finger gloves and boots with while laces sway in the air
as he swaggers a friendly smile on his face.
The crowd goes even more ballistic as Anthem makes his way down to the
ring high fifing his fans on his way to the ring. After he enters the ring, he starts running to one of the corners of the
ring climbing upon each corner pounds his chest and arms outstretched to his
sides as he cheers along with the crowd causing even more cheerful frenzy.)
HS: "Well, Anthem seems to enjoy this on the outside, but his loss last week can't please him too much. There seems to be some underlying rage in his eyes."
FJ: "Yeah, yeah, yeah..."
(Anthem's demeanor changes when he looks at the ramp as "The Call Of Ktulu" by Metallica begins to play. The blue light and smoke drown the ramp into an ominous haze as the fans cheer even louder now. Out from the haze comes the former World Champion Brian Williams.)
HS: "Fans, this is Brian Williams' first match since losing the World Heavyweight title to Low at Springs And Breaks."
FJ: "Well, look at him limping slightly, Herb. He can't be back at 100% after that cell collapsed on top of him."
HS: "Interesting match-up between two powerhouses."
(Williams steps over the ropes and into the ring, as Anthem still stares at him. The referee calls for the bell and Anthem immediately storms towards Williams, but Williams sidesteps Anthem and Anthem runs chest first into the corner. Williams picks Anthem up and bodyslams him to the mat. Williams follows up with an elbow drop. He goes for a second one, but Anthem moves out of the way and immediately kicks away at Williams' obviously still hurting knee. Anthem follows up with a series of elbow drops to the inner thigh of Brian Williams before wrapping Williams' leg into a leg lock. After a few moments of struggling, Williams is able to fight out of it with a series of elbows to Anthem's head. Both men are back up and Williams lifts Anthem for another bodyslam, but Anthem is able to shift his weight and the injured Williams drops to the mat. The referee counts 1..... 2..... kick out. Anthem hits a legdrop right across Williams' throat and then pulls him towards the ringpost. Anthem slides out of the ring and then procedes to smash Williams' leg against the steel post, not once, but twice. Anthem returns to the ring and goes for another leg lock, but this time Williams is able to kick Anthem off and chest first into the turnbuckle again. Williams slowly charges Anthem and tries a turnbuckle clothesline, but Anthem sidesteps him and Williams crashes into the corner. Anthem then picks Williams up and hits a power slam. Anthem covers and gets 1..... 2..... and another kick out. Anthem pulls Williams up to his feet, but Williams suddenly hits a series of lefts and rights into Anthem's stomach and face and then sets him up for a choke slam. Suddenly, however, the lights go out and the fans erupt in a mix of boos and confused noises.)
FJ: "Did somebody not pay the bills?"
HS: "First the difficulties during the Cruiserweight title match, and now this. Maybe this is intentional!?"
(As the lights go back on, Williams looks at the ramp as if he's expecting somebody. Anthem, however, uses the opportunity to kick Williams into the stomach, lift him up and surprise him with a lightning quick Vice. Anthem hooks both legs and the referee counts 1..... 2..... 3! Anthem upsets Brian Williams!)
FJ: "I can't believe it!"
HS: "A newcomer has just defeated Williams!"
FJ: "Look at Williams, he's already back up and can't believe it either."
HS: "Obviously Anthem was smart enough to make use of that distraction and surprise and upset Brian Williams. I wonder if his loss to Low at Springs And Breaks had more than just lasting physical effects."
(Williams, with a disgusted look on his face, leaves the ring as Anthem climbs all foru turnbuckles to celebrate his win.)
(Commercial)
(The camera switches to a backstage view of NHL and Sarah in a locker room. NHL is pacing around the room with Sarah sitting on a nearby chair, with an uncomfortable look on her face.)
Sarah: "Nathan, you have been way out of control this evening. Why are you so upset?"
NHL: "Out of control? Out of control?? I have been perfectly fine. It seems that Maxx Skabb is back on the rotation, which is a pity. That bastard should be fired from the AWA! That's why I tried to end his career, but it seems it was just some kind of a sore muscle or something minor. I want him gone for harassing you. I bet he still prowls around our home and throughout our hotel rooms and our locker rooms."
Sarah: "That's not what you're really mad about, though. I mean, I didn't like Maxx, but I didn't want his way of life to change, because that's not fair to him. I believe that everyone has the ability to change, and it's on their shoulders if they want to change. Maxx doesn't want to change now, but I feel he can later on in life, perhaps when wrestling's not around. I think you're upset about what Kyle Duke did to you last week. How he interfered in your rightful celebration for defeating that aweful Poppa last week. That Tiffany had the nerve to touch me, but I showed her and her lousy boyfriend."
NHL: "ENOUGH! I don't want to hear about last week anymore! I'm sick and tired of being attacked everywhere I go. I wanted to get rid of Maxx Skabb so I won't be attacked anymore. I'm sick of being blindsided by scurrilous attacks. Now this rookie, Kyle Duke, has the nerve and the brass to attack me?! If he thinks that attacking me is going to get him noticed, then he's DEAD wrong. I feel as if one good attack deserves another. I don't know
where or when this attack will take place, but I do know that it is definitely wrong to attack someone when they just got out of an energy-draining match up like the one I did last week. If Kyle Duke wants a piece of Nathan Hawthorne-Lee, then he will get a piece of me. He will pay for what he's done!"
(NHL sits down next to his wife and stares at the camera.)
NHL: "He will pay..."
(The scene changes to Frank and Herb.)
FJ: "Yeah, Kyle Duke deserves to be fired for attacking you!"
HS: "Oh, come on Frank. It's the nature of the business."
FJ: "How can you say that? I would never condone the unwarranted attack of another wrestler."
HS: "Yeah...ok...liar..."
FJ: "..."
HS: “Ladies and gentlemen, as we have all seen earlier tonight, Apollo had to leave the Mid-South Coliseum immediately, thus leaving Atlas Johansson without a partner to defend his AWA Tag Team title with against former Champions Bad Blood. Lethal Louise, however, has told Atlas she would decide on a suitable replacement for Apollo, and we are about to find out just who it is.“
(“Made You Look“ by Nas begins to play and the fans cheer as Bad Blood, “Dark Warrior“ Jeff Christianson and C-Rock, make their way down the ramp.)
HS: “Here we have two men who have not only held the Tag Team title together in 2003, they also share the record for most United States titles, plus both men are former World Heavyweight Champions.“
FJ: “And they are sell-outs who forgot where they came from...“
(Christianson and C-Rock enjoy the cheers as they step through the ropes and into the ring. “The Atlas Theme“ hits and the fans keep on cheering, as Atlas Johansson comes down the ramp, a Tag Team title belt around his waist.)
FJ: “So where is the second belt?“
HS: “I assume Louise has given it to Apollo's replacement.“
(Atlas enters the ring with somewhat of a worried look on his face. DW and C-Rock also seem to be curious to find out who they are going to face. “The Atlas Theme“ fades out, yet no new music plays. The crowd goes silent in anticipation of who is coming out next.)
FJ: “Who is it, come on, end the suspense.“
(Suddenly, the arena lights start going on and off to the beat of Scott Walker's “Tilt“.)
HS: “Oh no, come on, give me a break!“
FJ: “Haha, that lucky bastard Atlas! Now he's definitely going to retain the title!“
(The fans' cheers turn into loud boos as the AWA World Heavyweight Champion Low steps out from the back. The World title is around his waist, and with a huge, exaggerated smile on his face, he holds the Tag Team title belt over his head.)
HS: “And Atlas is anything but thrilled.“
FJ: “I think this was a wonderful idea from Louise. Atlas strives for perfection, doesn't he? Now he has the perfect tag team partner to have in a title match.“
(Low steps into the ring and mockingly holds the Tag Team title up before patting Atlas on the shoulder. Atlas shakes his head in disgust while C-Rock and DW observe the situation.)
FJ: “Let's not forget that it was Christianson who walked into Hell Bowl the World Champion, and it was Low who walked out of Hell Bowl the World Champion.“
HS: “Let's not forget C-Rock ending Low's 5th World title reign about a year ago.“
FJ: “Nah, I'd rather forget that. Let's not forget Low winning the Cruiserweight title from Atlas in 2000.“
HS: “Well, let's not forget Atlas beating Low to win the TV title back in 2000.“
FJ: “Oh, I'd rather forget that, too. But let's not forget that it was Low who cost Atlas the Cruiserweight title just a few weeks ago.“
HS: “But we also should not...“
FJ: “STOP IT, HERB!“
(The referee calls for the bell and DW leaves the ring. Atlas just looks at Low and Low shoots back a big smile and nods as if to say “You're the Champ, you start“. Atlas and C-Rock lock up and C-Rock gets the advantage, applying a side headlock on Atlas. Atlas shoots C-Rock into the ropes and then takes him over with a quick armdrag. C-Rock is back up on his feet, but Atlas does a second armdrag. They lock up again and this time C-Rock quickly gets behind Atlas and applies a waistlock. Atlas tries to elbow out of it, but C-Rock takes him over and down onto his stomach. Atlas, however, is able to get onto his knees and then takes C-Rock over with a fireman's carry. C-Rock tags in Dark Warrior, who locks up with Atlas as well, but Atlas takes DW down with a hip toss. He follows up with an elbow drop and then applies a front facelock. DW is quickly up on his feet and tries to get into his corner, but suddenly the referee tells Atlas to release the facelock. Atlas looks confused but does as the referee tells him as the ref explains that Low made a blind tag. Low is already in the ring and he and DW are circling each other. The two lock up and Low gets the advantage by applying a wristlock. He then offers his hand to Atlas, but Atlas is hesitant. Low motions for Atlas to tag him and then go to the top rope. Finally, Atlas
does so and hits an axe handle to DW's arm, held by Low.)
FJ: “See, Low is a true Champion, he is dedicated to making this thing work!“
HS: “I believe it at the end of the match.“
(Atlas Irish whips DW into the ropes, but DW grounds Atlas with a shoulder block. DW goes into the ropes again, but this time Atlas leapfrogs DW. Atlas goes for another hip toss, but DW manages to land on his feet and then hits Atlas with a short clothesline. DW covers and gets 1..... 2..... and a quick kick out. DW picks up Atlas for a bodyslam, but Atlas is able to struggle free and lands behind DW. He wraps his arms around DW's waist and
hits a German suplex into a bridge. The referee counts 1..... 2..... and a kick out. Both men are back up on their feet and DW gains the upper hand with a loud knife edge chop followed by the crowd's “Wooooo!“ He hits a second and a third chop, backing Atlas into the neutral corner. He Irish whips Atlas into the opposite corner and goes for a clothesline in the corner, but Atlas ducks and, fast as lightning, goes into the ropes. Just as DW turns around, Atlas comes running and hits Remember The Titans!)
HS: “Remember The Titans! This is Atlas' finisher!“
(Atlas covers and gets 1..... 2..... but suddenly the referee stops the count as Low approaches C-Rock on the outside and pulls down his trunks, revealing C-Rock's butt! The crowd cheers while Low laughs, but C-Rock quickly pulls up his trunks and starts yelling at Low and threatening him. The referee is there prevent any action to take place between the two illegal participants of this match. C-Rock engages in a discussion with the referee as Atlas stands in the middle of the ring, yelling at the referee to continue his count. Suddenly, Low, who has placed the World title belt over his shoulder, spins Atlas around and hits the Low Stunner onto the belt! The crowd almost boos Low out of the building as he quickly rolls out of the ring, his grin turned into a self-satisfied look of determination.)
HS: “I knew it! I knew it! I knew it from the start! You just can't trust this bastard.“
FJ: “He's an old dog, Herb! You can't teach an old dog new tricks! I love it! This is just how he turned on Black Dragon when they were the Tag Team Champions.“
(C-Rock and the referee apparently didn't see any of this. DW, though, slowly drapes an arm across Atlas' chest. The referee counts 1..... 2..... 3! Bad Blood regain the AWA Tag Team title.)
HS: “What a travesty...“
FJ: “Yeah, I agree!“
HS: “You do?“
FJ: “Yeah, this was such a cheap win by Bad Blood!“
HS: “You're unbelievable, Frank.“
(C-Rock and DW are given the Tag Team title belts, yet their celebration is not exactly happy. Atlas is still on the mat.)
(Commercial)
(After the commercial break, Kyle Duke's music starts to play to start off his match with Whisper.)
HS: "Well, this match should be an awesome match lined up for tonight."
FJ: "Yeah, but I hope that Whisper takes out Kyle Duke for what he did to NHL last week at the close of Super Shock."
HS: "But, where is Kyle Duke?"
FJ: "I don't kno...Wait! I'm picking up that there is a brawl backstage!"
(There is a camera backstage showing NHL mounted on Kyle Duke and he's punching him in the head with hard right fists. NHL bashes Duke's head into the ground before he gets up to search for a weapon. NHL comes back with a chair and he nearly breaks it over Kyle Duke's head. Blood starts to come out a small slit above Duke's right eyebrow. NHL isn't done though. He picks up the bloody Duke and kicks him in the stomach.)
NHL: "Let's see you stop the SlapShot!"
HS: "Oh no! Not on the concrete!"
FJ: "YES! On the concrete!!"
(NHL lifts Kyle Duke into the air and keeps him in the vertical position for about fifteen seconds. Then NHL drops down to the concrete, causing Kyle Duke's head to crash into the cold, hard floor. NHL gets up and spits on the unconscious body of Kyle Duke.)
NHL: "See you in hell!"
FJ: "Wow! NHL was just furious! And that wasn't Henry talking! That was Nathan! I'm sure that'll teach Kyle Duke to screw with the No Limit Champion!"
HS: "We need some EMTs back there right away."
FJ: "Here comes the help...and the next match..."
(Falk Tallon and Trevor Williams have already made it to the ring as "Heavy Metal Machine Music, Part IV" by Lou Reed begins to play. The song can hardly be heard because of the deafening boos that circle around the arena. Low steps out from behind the curtain and raise the World Heavyweight title with his left hand, while extending his middle digit on his right to the sold-out crowd. He makes his way to the ring with a cheesy grin on his face. As he climbs through the ropes, the bell rings.)
(Falk quickly clotheslines Trevor down and unloads a few stomps onto Williams, he rolls free towards the ropes. He doesn't make it far, as Falk quickly falls onto Williams' mid-section with his knee. Falk pulls Trevor up by his head, only to send him right back down to the mat by kicking out his legs and catching him in a variation of a reverse DDT. Low just looks on and perches himself on the top rope.)
(Falk goes for a quick cover and Williams easily kicks out before two. Falk rolls to his feet as the crowd begins to get behind him. Fueled by the fans, he begins stalking Williams, gesturing for him to hurry and get up, and just as Williams does, Falk grabs him around the head, hooking Trevor Williams' right arm, and going for a neckbreaker type maneuver. However, Williams managed to hook his free arm around the ropes, forcing Falk to go flying off of him. As Falk falls away, Williams quickly reaches out for Falk and, using Falk's own misplaced momentum in a last ditch effort, counters with a face driver of his own. It would seem that the two men, so focused on taking out each other, have not noticed Low at all. The Champion looks disappointed for a second, but then decides to leave them to it.)
(Williams has climbed to one knee and is in the action of rolling out of the ring, and quickly slides back into the ring. Falk, in the meantime, has climbed to his feet, just in time to duck the full force of the charging Trevor Williams. Upon catching nothing but air, Williams stops in his tracks and wheels around, only to be met with the outstretched arm of Falk and his arms around Williams' head in a sleeper hold. The fans go nuts as Falk has the submission locked in onto Williams. Trevor, however, instantly back peddles into the ropes.)
(As Williams hits the ropes, he springs off of them and the force causes Falk to release the hold and take a couple of steps back. Falk, though a bit surprised, quickly lunges back at Williams, only to be met unsuspectedly in the face by an unbelievable axe handle smash!? Falk stumbles backward, in a daze, before falling face first onto the mat in the style of Ric Flair. Low, who is still standing in the corner begins laughing and gives a mocking WOOOO!!!)
(Williams immediately grabs his aching neck, perhaps missing a chance to cover Falk. Less than an instant later, he hooks Falk's legs as the crowd counts aloud with the referee... ONE!... TWO!... THRE..., NO, KICKOUT!)
(Williams quickly covers again, taking no time to argue with the referee, but Falk is able to kick out on two sooner this time. Trevor Williams slaps the mat in frustration and then climbs to his feet. He quickly goes on the assault and locks Falk in a sharpshooter. Low looks a bit angry, seeing someone else use a version of his finisher, the Low Profile. But he changes his mind, shouting to the crowd and telling them that Williams is just a wannabe. He then decides to “go to sleep”. He lies on the top turnbuckle and pretends to have a nap.)
(But back to the match, after holding in the submission for a few moments, and with Falk struggling, but unable to reach the ropes to perhaps gain some leverage, Williams feels he has sufficiently drained Falk of his energy and oxygen and releases the Sharpshooter. As soon as he does, however, Falk immediately hooks one of Williams' legs, catching him completely off guard, and rolls him forward with a drop toe hold with his arms instead of his 'toes'. Williams, in his surprise, is unable to get his arms up and connects face first with the mat, dazing him somewhat.)
(Falk quickly goes to work on the stunned Williams, having caught his second wind and looking practically rejuvenated. He picks Williams up and then locks him up, but Trevor blocks with his forearms. Falk takes advantage of Williams' unguarded stomach and connects with a hard kick, doubling him over. He then rolls around behind him and locks in a bulldog, guiding him to the nearest turnbuckle, which Falk steps up to, and then over, forcing Williams' head into the turnbuckle, and then backward, onto the mat, out cold.)
(While on the outside ring apron, Falk begins to hear the crowd calling for some action. He responds to their pleas and hops down from the apron, in search of a weapon. He spots his target in the chair that the bell-ringer is seated in. Low 'wakes up' and looks over in Falk's direction and hops off the top rope yawning, waiting for him to get back into the ring. Falk then instructs the ring-timer to vacate his seat and then grabs the chair, sliding it into the ring and then following. Williams is up to one knee, still looking out of it.)
(The crowd erupts as Falk begins stalking Trevor Williams with the chair, waiting patiently for him to climb to his feet. Williams does, but soon, in a dazed stupor, stumbles in the opposite direction, like a drunk. Falk has lost his patience and goes up to Williams, grabbing him around the shoulder and wheeling him around. Falk lifts the chair high into the air, bringing it down with full force, only to stop instantly, less than two inches away from the referee's face.)
(The referee reaches to take the chair away from him, but Low intercepts and kicks Falk in the gut, following it with the Low Stunner. In a sudden burst of pace, he grabs Trevor Williams by the head and throws him over the top to the outside. )
(Low then turns back to Falk. He grins and then locks in a cross-face chicken wing and begins to pull Falk up in a camel clutch motion. Falk, who was knock out for a second, wakes up and realizes what’s going on. Seconds later he taps, preferring to lose the match rather than his career. Low holds the move in for a second or two more before releasing it as his music hits the P.A system once again. He raises his arms in victory and gives a short laugh.)
(The Atlas Theme begins to play to some pretty decent cheers from the crowd, and the former Tag Team Champion comes down to ringside. In his right hand is a black hockey stick with the letters N-H-L written in silver paint on it. He stops by the ring post and lifts a mic to his mouth.)
Atlas: "Low! I will not take this anymore! Weeks ago, you started something when you came to the ring, unprovoked, and beat me with a hockey stick. A stick much like the one I'm holding in my hand right now. I didn't do much to get revenge then. I had so much going for me then, being the
Cruiserweight champion and heading for a shot at the Tag Team Titles, I didn't want to risk any of that by starting something with you. But then came the ladder match where I was defending my cruiserweight title. You were the special guest referee, and you did everything in your power to strip me of my title. And you know what? You succeded! But not only did you make me lose my title. After the match, I was hopsitalized, in a worse condition than ever before. But that's not all! No, today you had to do it again. For the second time in a matter of weeks, I lost a championship title because of
you."
(Atlas' eyes are flaming with furious fire, and his entire body is trembling. The hockey stick in his hand whacks the steel steps by the ring post to accentuate the points the small, muscular Swede is getting across. Atlas then lifts the stick and points at Low.)
Atlas: "This has to stop now, Low! I challenge you to a match to end all the controversy and nonsense going on between us. And since you have shown yourself eager to wield a hockey stick, and considering the historical aspects, why don't we make it an "NHL Stick On A Pole"-Match!?"
(Atlas lowers the stick and looks intently at Low.)
Atlas: "What do you say, Low? Will you be a coward and hide from the consequences of your actions, or will you be a true champion and accept my challenge? I'm not asking you to put your title on the line, because that's not what I'm looking for. I've vowed to rid the AWA of evil. And you, Low,
is evil personified."
HS: "Wow! Strong words by Atlas. I wonder if Low will accept the challenge?"
FJ: "Are you kidding me? Low steps down from no challenge, except when the challenger flees and we never see him again. *cough*Ocelot*cough*. Like I said, Low will accept and he will tear Atlas apart, because Atlas is smaller."
HS: "Well, I think that's where you're wrong. Atlas has a good chance against Low."
FJ: "Whatever..."
(Schizm makes his way to the ring and waits for his opponent who comes not long after. Hangman slowly makes his way to the ring, locking eyes with Schizm and not looking away even as he enters the ring. Once in the ring The action gets quickly underway, both men come to the center of the ring. Hang man fakes a lock up and nails Schizm in the jaw, as the right hand connects Schizm does nothing to try and block it, he just takes it and tumbles backwards. Hangman follows this up with another right hand and then he whips Schizm to the ropes and as he comes off Hangman drops him with a big boot to the chin.)
HS: "What the hell is Schizm doing, he does not seem to be defending himself, Hangman has no remorse, what is wrong with him?"
FJ: "Perhaps he wants to die, you never know with freaks like him."
HS: "Well he might want to start fighting back, or he is in deep trouble."
(Schizm is slow to get up but he does, and as he is getting to his feet Hangman looks at him with what we would assume is a strange look. BUt without wasting anytime he grabs Schizm and whips him into the corner, and as Schizm hits he falls to one knee. Hangman then wastes no time and he charges in and drives a knee into the chin of Schizm who once again does not even raise a hand in defence. Schizm hits the mat and Hangman dros an elbow into his back, and then gets back to his feet and drops another elbow, and as each elbow falls Schizm does not even attempt to move.)
HS: "What the hell is going on in that ring, he is not unconcious why the hell is he just laying there taking this, I must say I am at a loss for words."
FJ: "Thats a surprise. you at a loss for words."
HS: "You are too funny."
FJ: "No what is happening in the ring is funny, I have not seen an ass kicking like this in quite some time."
(Hangman climbs back to his feet and pulls Schizm with him. Once both men are up Hangman props his fast fading opponent up against the corner and steps back. Schizm stares back into the eyes of his opponent, but does not make a move to get out of the way, he just remains propped against the turnbuckles and after a few moments of this odd stare down Hangman comes foreward witha huge boot that catches Schizm right in the mouth, and he drop instantly to the ground.)
HS: "My god he nearly kicked his head off, why is he not fighting back, the ref needs to think about stopping this."
FJ: "Bullshit, there is no way he is stopping this, it is the most entertaining this I have seen in a long time."
HS: "You would think so, but for Schizm's sake he needs to, there must be something wrong."
(Hangman looks at the ref and then moves in and pulls Schizm back to his feet and quickly grabs him by the face in a claw like move and lifts him into the air. Then after a couple of seconds of holding him in the air Hangman brings him down hard to the mat with the Southern Comfort Slam, and then quickly covers him, the ref remains stunned for a moment but gets himself organized and drops to the mat for the count. 1.....2.....3)
HS: "I am confused, Schizm just took a beating courtesy of Hangman, which in itself is not odd, Hangman has beaten up alot of men in his day, but Schizm did not even attempt to fight back, we will have to look into this a little further."
FJ: "It sure was fun to watch though."
HS: "I dont know how fun it was, the man took a pretty good beating."
FJ: "Which is the fun part Summers... My god are you ever a wuss."
(Schizm starts stirring a little. He rolls to his stomach and gingerly struggles to his feet. He looks around the crowd, colorless eyes glazed over with a look of ecstacy. He throws his head back in maniacal laughter. The lights in the arena suddenly go out. A confused murmur is taken up by the crowd and when the lights come back up, Schizm is gone without a trace.)
HS: "Well, this has been yet another crazy Super Shock. I would like to thank everyone for watching tonight. I'm sure that any unanswered questions you may have will be answered next week. For Frank Jackson, I'm Herb Summers. Good Night."
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