AWA SUNDAY NIGHT SHOCK, August 10, 2008, Randburg, South Africa, Coca Cola Dome

(The AWA logo fades across the screen. A moment of black appears and we see the opening Shock video on the screen. The ending is different, however. We sit on the word "Shock" for a few seconds and the screen is bright white with the blue letters. The screen fades away and we cut to an empty arena, but it's the Coca Cola Dome in Randburg, South Africa. Then, very rapidly, we see the Shock stage being built by all of the hard-working road crew and extra help. The set up is lit up a few times to test the lighting. It goes dark but then the house lights come up and the arena starts to fill with people. The video goes into "real time" and we see the AWA logo fade across the screen followed by the Shock opening video. When the Ameritron has the Shock logo held up to it, the camera cuts to the live shot of the Shock stage as pyro goes off on the stage, lighting up the dome. The pyro stops and the cameras make cuts throughout the Coca Cola Dome, eventually hitting ringside and our commentators.)

HS: "Welcome everyone to a very emotional Shock. The FINAL Sunday Night Shock! We're coming to you LIVE from Randburg, South Africa in the Coca Cola Dome. Thank you for joining us tonight as we make our last international stop before going to Los Angeles where the LA Memorial will host the pay-per-view extravaganza, Classic! I'm Herb Summers everyone!"

FJ: "... oh, it's my line! AND I'M FRANK JACKSON! Tonight looks to be a stellar show. It's hard to believe it's all coming to an end, but it's been a great run and I'm looking forward to celebrating the AWA tonight!"

HS: "We have loads of people on hand with us tonight. I've seen some living legends in the house tonight."

FJ: "I know, you're sitting next to one."

HS: "I'm not talking about you, Frank."

FJ: "After next weekend, you will need to be referring to me as a Legend!"

HS: "We'll be referring to a LOT of people after next weekend, Frank."

FJ: "Regardless, tonight's really going to be a special night. Tonight we get to show everyone watching here live with us in the Coca Cola Dome and everyone else around the world exactly why the American Wrestling Alliance is the PINNACLE of professional wrestling. Tonight we will wine you. Tonight we will dine you. Tonight we will shine you. Tonight we will show all of you that the AWA will never really fade away. The AWA will live inside each and every single person that will watch this show. It will live inside those people that have watched our shows in the past 9 years. It will live inside every man that has laced up a pair of boots and locked up in the middle of that ring in front of us, Herb. Tonight we show everyone that we will not go quietly into the night."

HS: "No. We won't. We will leave everyone here tonight with just a glimpse of what they can expect from Classic in Los Angeles."

FJ: "Let's kick the tires, boys!"

(The scene opens up and we see the words "RECORDED YESTERDAY on the Screen. We See Rawstarr in front of a Fence and he looks over to the camera)

RAWSTARR: "It has to be quite fitting that I go into this night with a bang here we have this house here."

(the camera goes up and it is a very big house)

RAWSTARR: "See on the Surface, this may look like anyone's house, but it belongs to Tyler Harrison, the person I must reduce myself to fighting today. No Biggie, But I want show the world what I think of him."

(Rawstarr Turns from the camera, In the vision we see 5 streams of something blurred out)

RAWSTARR: (voice over) "There is nothing like Draining everything out of your on someone else's lawn, I think and forever will think, I'm the Prince and I Run this the other stuff you see on camera you will find out who runs this soon enough."

(Rawstarr Starts to laugh, as he turns back and walks away and the camera shows what the streams did to the fence.)

HS: "But we'll open up tonight's show with a match between Rawstarr and Tyler Harrison!"

("World's Greatest," by R. Kelly, plays as Rawstarr is carried down to the ring on his throne through a shroud of white smoke. He exits his throne, enters the ring, and goes to his corner. He hasn't long to wait, as a countdown appears on the Ameritron.

5... 4... 3... 2... 1...

(A blue "fireball" shoots from the lights and hits the stage. A blue pyro shoots up from around the stage and "Rebel Yell" by Dope hits the PA system. The crowd boos as Tyler Harrison and Tracy Jacobs walk out through the smoke that the pyro has left. Tyler turns to Tracy at the top of the ramp and kisses her passionately before the two walk down through the O-Tunnel, arm in arm. On the AmeriTron, along with clips of Tyler we see "TYLER... AT LAST... ALL SYSTEMS GO... REBELLION" in different intervals. Tyler lets go of Tracy's arm before they reach the ring. He throws a "gun" signal to some fans on either side of him before he steps back with a running start and jumps onto the ring apron. He sits down on the middle rope and pushes up the top one. Tracy climbs up onto the apron. She gives Tyler a kiss on the cheek and then removes his sunglasses, putting them on her shirt, between her cleavage as she steps into the ring. Tyler steps into the ring as well and forms a "T" with his vertical left arm in a fist and his horizontal right arm in a fist as well. He hops onto the turnbuckles and rolls his shoulders, allowing his jacket to fall back. Tracy takes it and puts it on herself, smiling as Tyler hops down from the turnbuckles and waits for his opponent while Tracy exits the ring.)

HS: "Rawstarr, of course, is part of the four-way match for the No Limits title next week."

FJ: "And Harrison is so awesome he doesn't even have a match booked! He's too GOOD for anyone else!"

(The bell rings, and the two lock up immediately. Rawstarr cinches in a side headlock, and Harrison tries to counter with a side suplex, but his opponent flips out and hits a surprise dropkick. Harrison springs up and hits one of his own, following up with a quick elbow drop for a one-count. He tries another, but Rawstarr rolls out of the way, landing on the arena floor to catch his breath.

At referee Steve Timson's count of four, he slides back in, locking up with Harrison almost immediately. He grabs a wristlock, but Harrison somersaults out and sweeps the legs to floor his opponent. Harrison then tries to grapevine the arm, but Rawstarr powers out, kips up, and hits a shoulder block that knocks Tyler down to the canvas.)

HS: "Some great back-and-forth action to open up the final episode of Sunday Night Shock!"

FJ: "So when this is over, it's just Classic and then I'm rid of you forever?!"

HS: "Yes."

FJ: "PARTY AT MY PLACE!!!"

(Rawstarr stays on the attack, locking in a reverse chinlock and adding some closed-fist punches for good measure. Harrison counters with a jawbreaker that sends Rawstarr into the corner, and an avalanche followed by a bulldog and a near-fall comes directly after it.

After a second of yelling at Timson, he picks Rawstarr up, but he's recovered enough to throw a few right hands to the body. Rawstarr runs to the ropes and comes through with a swinging neckbreaker for two. He picks Harrison up, but Tyler goes low and hits the ropes. Fortunately, karma sets in, as in checking on Rawstarr, Timson gets in Tyler's way, and he goes down!)

HS: "And down goes Timson!"

FJ: "DOWN GOES TIMSON! DOWN GOES TIMSON! DOWN GOES TIMSON!"

HS: "Howard Cosell you ain't."

FJ: "And why not?!"

(Rawstarr capitalizes on the situation, hitting a stiff forearm to the head that knocks Tyler back to the ropes. Harrison once again goes low, this time with a swift kick, but there's rumbling under the ring, and five familiar faces come out.)

HS: "...Bad Blue, Tim the Giant, Bronco T., Mitchy B., and Draven Shadows? Could it be?"

FJ: "NPD!"

HS: "Could it be?!"

FJ: "NPD!!!"

(The faction unites in the ring to a mixed reaction, and gangs up on Tyler, throwing punches and kicks from all angles. As Tyler tumbles around, Bronco T. hooks his arm under his adversary, and slams him down to the mat!)

HS: "BRONCO BOTTOM! BRONCO BOTTOM!"

(Timson begins to stir, and NPD exits the ring. Rawstarr makes the cover, and Timson's there for the count: One, two, three! However, Rawstarr doesn't have long to celebrate.

(Quade Desade comes out of his dressing room and is starting to walk down the hallway, half-way down the hallway there is a clown and he is making balloon animals. Quade stops for a second because he is in, his way. The Clown gives him a finger to hold on for a second. And reaches in his bag and pulls out a large board. And he flips it, it says 'turn around' when it is visible Rawstarr Knocks Quade in the head with at Steel chair. And then we see Draven Shadows grab the board from the clown and then starts smacking quade in back with the large board. Rawstarr grabs Quade and Gives him the Raw execution on top of the steel chair.)

Draven Shadows: "Open it up." (Rawstarr opens up the chair and Draven Shakes his head, and Grab Quade and Jack knifes him through the open chair. As Quade plummets over, the referee starts to run up, while the NPD start to run away screaming "fuck it!")

HS: "What a turn of events! Rawstarr got the win, but it evolved into a huge brawl to foreshadow next week's No Limits title match at Classic!"

(As Tyler staggers to his feet, "Welcome to the Jungle" blares over the speakers. The crowd roars as A.C. Smith steps out of the O-tunnel. Despite his injuries, Harrison assumes a fighting position inside the squared circle.)

A.C.: "Harrison, I've got nothing to do to you that NPD didn't do for me. I will, however, note that next Sunday is the last chance for us to finish what Tracy started. You and me, in Los Angeles, in a no-disqualification match, at the last event in AWA history!"

(The crowd roars as Harrison nods without hesitation. Smith smirks and exits as the Guns n' Roses anthem plays once more.)

(COMMERCIAL BREAK.)

N-n-n-now that, that don't kill me...
Can only make me stronger...

(As purple and green lights strobe the arena, the live audience rises to their feet in ovation. "Glass to the Arson" hits the PA system and within seconds we see Evan Heir emerge from the back, dressed in relatively tight-fitting black jeans, a belt decorated with bullets and a blue "eVolution" t-shirt. He is dressed in a pair of dark tinted sunglasses and he smirks at the crowd as he stands at the top of the ramp. Evan then begins to walk down through the O-Tunnel with a grin on his face. He hops up onto the steps that lead to the ring and once he enters, he walks across the apon and then steps into the ring between the middle and top ropes. He plays to the crowd for a few seconds, throwing up his "V" signal and then as his music dies down, he walks to the ropes and sticks out his hand, demanding a mcirophone from the timekeeper.)

HS: "For the first time, we get to see Evan Heir publicly address the fans since his return."

FJ: "Oh joy. You know, I'm already sick of hearing this guy talk. It's all he did before he got injured. I liked him better when he was out of action."

HS: "Oh, that's not controversial at all..."

(A loud "EVAN!" chant has started and Evan Heir just smiles at the crowd and puts the microphone up to his lips. He speaks softly at first.)

HEIR: "Is this thing on?"

(This is all it really takes to get a huge response from the crowd. Evan just laughs a bit and shakes some hair out of his face.)

HEIR: "I guess it is."

CROWD: "EVAN! EVAN! EVAN! EVAN! EVAN!"

(Evan smiles and once again shakes some hair out of his eyes as he looks up in the stands at everyone chanting his name. It looks as if he's about to be reduced to tears. Evan takes in one long, deep breath and once again puts the microphone to his lips.)

HEIR: "I don't know if anybody in the audience or watching at home can comprehend how it feels to come out here and hear the crowd chanting your name. I have been through a lot of things over the past year and a half here with the AWA. I hold victories over people like the Legendary Low and Orlando Ortega. I had a near-legendary fued with Logan Alexander and I've stepped into the ring with great competitors like Jeff Christianson and Brian Stevens. And as much as I've thanked all of my rivals and all of my opponents, there's something I never said to the fans..."

FJ: "Oh?"

HEIR: "...Thank you."

(Once again, the audience pops and Evan Heir just nods, smiling at all of them. He claps in the center of the ring for the fans, taking a few seconds to do this before he continues speaking.)

HEIR: "Tonight, I am in a tag team match against two-out-of-three of the World title competitors for this Sunday's Classic main event, Nathan Hawthorne-Lee and Brian Stevens. The special referee is Low, which throws an automatic curveball and my partner is none other than the self-proclaimed future of the AWA, Jason Storm. Now I have every intention to go out there tonight and win this match for you guys because like I said in my interview earlier this week... This match is for the kids."

(Suddenly, however, the lights in the arena go out and the crowd is left buzzing, unsure of how to react. Through all of the flashing bulbs, we see Evan Heir's confused expression, directed to the top of the ramp. Abruptly, "Rebel Yell" hits the PA system and the crowd boos in disapproval. For the second time of the night, we see Tyler Harrison emerge from behind the curtains. He has a microphone in hand and is still in his wrestling attire, though he is wearing a black short-sleeved tee now. He walks down the ramp still a little groggy from what happened after his match and the lights slowly come back on, but his music slowly fades out.)

TYLER: "I'm SICK of it."

(The crowd boos and Evan just narrows his eyes at his older brother.)

TYLER: "I'm sick of the crappy speeches, I'm sick of the fake Evan that I see every week and I'm sick of you and these FANS!"

(This earns another chorus of boos and Evan just narrows his eyes at his brother as he gets into the ring. Tyler gets in Evan's face and screams into the microphone.)

TYLER: "WHY DO YOU GET THE MAIN EVENT?! What have you ever done besides jump off of ladders and hit people from behind? Why is an honest man always frowned upon in the AWA? Why am I nominated for RULEBREAKER of the year when I haven't broken a SINGLE RULE in this company? I abide by them, I respect them... I have dignity and I have class... But no... I'm the bad guy. I'm always the bad guy. Big Bad Tyler is so unreasonable. Tyler is the worst human being alive. I'm the RULEBREAKER?!"

HEIR: "Would you calm down, you crazy bastard?"

(This earns a positive reaction and Tyler's eyes widen and then narrow again. He grabs Evan by the front of his shirt.)

TYLER: "I've been waiting to say this in front of everyone for a long time and you know what... Evan Heir is nothing more than a little punk bitch. I've known this for twenty years. I've known it since the day you were born. I know that you've been handed things in the AWA that you don't even deserve. I know that YOU know NOTHING about wrestling, about these fans, about the AWA, about ANYTHING!"

HS: "This is just sad."

FJ: "Tyler is speaking his mind and in the process, speaking the truth. Leave him alone."

TYLER: "You are a disgrace to the family, Evan. I'm the only person that can sit here and tell the truth about you... About anything. You don't really love these fans. You're just sucking up to them so you can get that... Wrestler of the Year or Fan Favorite award and take home a nice paycheck next Sunday, right?"

(There is a mixed reaction due to Tyler's accusations.)

TYLER: "And it's time that some justice is finally served in the AWA. I can't wait two weeks until I fight A.C. Smith at Classic, so tell me, Evan. How can you prove to these fans that you're for real? Do something honest. Do something to prove that you DO belong... Show me something."

(Evan looks up at his older brother for a long moment before he delivers a kick to his abdomen and then levels him with the Twist of Fate in t he middle of the ring! The crowd roars and Evan smirks down at Tyler. "Glass to the Arson" plays and Evan rolls out of the ring. He walks up the ramp, not looking back at Tyler and smiles as he makes his way backstage. The crowd is roaring as Evan walks backstage.)

HS: "Evan TRUTHFULLY wanted to do that! Evan Heir just made a point and he just sent a message to his opponents for tonight and for Classic!"

FJ: "AHHH! I can't believe these shenanigans!"

(As Evan disappears backstage, his music continues and the scene fades out as Tyler glares up at the ramp, seething, saliva dripping from his mouth to the canvas.)

HS: "Wow! What a confrontation this has been! I can't wait for Classic. I can't wait to see how this is settled!"

FJ: "Speaking of Classic... There's a HUGE announcement I'm going to make about the event right now. Excuse me, Summers."

(Frank removes his broadcasting headset and grabs a microphone. He leaves the announce table and walks to the ring steps. Frank steps up each one before hopping onto the ring apron and stepping into the ring between the middle and top ropes.)

JACKSON: "How's everyone doing here tonight? Are you having fun?"

(The crowd cheers loudly in response.)

JACKSON: "To be honest, I don't really care. They told me I had to ask. I guess it was to get a cheap pop."

(The crowd now boos Frank.)

JACKSON: "Rubbish and poppycock! You can't boo me! I'm making a huge announcement concerning Classic. We will see ANOTHER Hall of Fame match at Classic. Not only will Jeff Christianson take on new Hall of Fame inductee Logan Alexander. Not only will Low defend his World Heavyweight Championship against new Hall of Famers Brian Stevens and Nathan Hawthorne-Lee. At Classic, we will witness a Fatal Four-way Classic Hall of Fame match. Returning from the dead are RAY OWENS..."

(The crowd lights up with cheers.)

JACKSON: "...BRIAN WILLIAMS..."

(The crowd gives a mixed reaction, but still a loud reaction.)

JACKSON: "...STEVEN CALDERA..."

(The Dome literally explodes with loud cheers at the mention of Caldera.)

JACKSON: "...AND... AND... AND MORTIS VALLEY!"

(The crowd inside the Coca Cola Dome goes berzerk at the bombshell announcement of Mortis Valley's inclusion.)

JACKSON: "Sit on that and rotate."

(Frank chuckles and tosses down the mic. We cut over to Herb who's seen shaking his head in embarrassment. The crowd is STILL going bananas over the announcement as we segway into another segment.)

TAPED LAST WEEK

(We immediately cut backstage, where we're shocked by the presence of Bobby the Bavarian Man-Bitch and Stevie the Slovakian Slobberknocker, who are watching the goings-on on a backstage monitor.)

HS: "Asskicker's Anonymous is here!"

FJ: "Oh goody! Not. YOU SUCK! GO HOME!"

BOBBY: "No wonder A.C. didn't want us here. That sushi we had for dinner really bites back, man."

STEVIE: "Yeah, sushi is vastly overrated. Give me one of those big, huge, thick, juicy, six-inch high..."

(Bobby then slaps Stevie, as the crowd begins to recognize the sexual innuendo.)

STEVIE: "DUDE! Roast beef sandwiches from Barley's! Give me a break."

(At this moment, the Trans-Border Triad of Jason Storm and the Walters walks by.)

BOBBY: "Hey boys! Recover from last week yet?"

(Ricky gives them a dirty look, with Tracy placing a restraining arm across his chest; Storm, on the other hand walks right on past them.)

STORM: "Rick, T, pay no attention to Smith's lackeys; you'll just encourage them....to exist."

(Storm continues to walk on by, obviously of the opinion that these two mean absolutely nothing in the grand scheme of things, and aren't worth the sweat off of his balls. Ricky and Tracy however, remain frozen in place for a moment, before they start to follow.)

STEVIE: "Ya know, last I checked, Storm, you weren't the Walters' mother. And last I checked, the Walters have accomplished absolutely nothing. Of course you want your wannabe pals to pay no attention to us; once we kick their asses, Evan Heir won't have much work to do to take what's left of your reputation from you."

BOBBY: "You think we're just bums who cash in on who we're friends with? Prove it, princesses."

(Tracy smirks and shakes his head, still telling Ricky to stand back.)

TRACY: "Accomplished nothing? I almost beat a World champion, and Ricky held his own against Brian Stevens AND Terry James at the same time. What the fuck have you two, 'princesses' done besides help AC Smith, aka Storm's bitch, beat up a woman? Besides sit around and make yourselves out to be jackasses on Smith's dime, that is."

(Both Bobby and Stevie walk up to Tracy, surrounding him on both sides.)

STEVIE: "Get a load of this guy. Oh, I almost beat a World champ. Oh, Ricky ALMOST got by two guys at once. In our world, Tracy, almost only counts in horseshoes, hand grenades, and atom bombs."

BOBBY: "We do our fighting on the streets. We've bounced in bars, worked security at punk rock concerts, and been in bare knuckles matches that'd put Rocky Balboa and Tommy Gunn to shame. Now if you'd like to take us on, we're more than eager to do so. But I doubt your mommy Storm over there would let you."

STEVIE: "After all, with no lackeys, he's easy pickings for Evan Heir..."

(Tracy just smiles and shakes his head....before slapping Stevie right across the face.)

TRACY: "I also did my fighting on the streets bitch, but while you were doing it to make a quick buck so you could go get drunk with your frat buddies, I was doing it to survive because I was a brat with Daddy issues. So if you want to keep pretending you're better than us, or just want to have a go with me or my brother..."

(Ricky steps between Bobby and Tracy, shoving the other man away from his brother.)

TRACY: "Name the time and the place. Bitch."

STORM: "ENOUGH!!!"

(Storm turns around, staring right at the Walters.)

STORM: "We have enough problems with Harrisons without getting dragged into another of their wars. As for the two of YOU...."

(Storm leveled Smith's boys with a glare.)

STORM: "Back the fuck off, or I WILL get involved; ask AC Smith just how fun that was."

(Instead of backing off, AA ignores Storm completely, turning their backs on him and looking right at Ricky and Tracy.)

BOBBY: "Anytime anyplace?"

STEVIE: "It just so happens we've got two plane tickets to Los Angeles in two weeks. How about it: Asskicker's Anonymous versus The Nameless Supremes...er, the Walters...at CLASSIC?"

(The crowd roars at this announcement, and Storm is significantly taken aback.)

(Tracy looks at Ricky...who just nods.)

TRACY: "You're fucking on, Smith-suckers."

(Ricky and Tracy walk away, elbowing past Storm. Jason looks over his shoulder in disbelief...then shakes his head with a slight smile.)

HS: "This segment last week, which didn't make it onto our broadcast, is what has prompted the match at Classic. The Asskickers Anonymous, representing A.C. Smith, will take on the Walters, representing Jason Storm."

FJ: "I'll enjoy watching those special ed kids get their heads kicked in."

HS: "The Walters?"

FJ: "What?! NO! Stevie and Bobby."

HS: "...oh... Well, since Asskicker's Anonymous challenged Ricky and Tracy Walters to a tag match at Classic, A.C. Smith has started to train AKA on the intricacies of wrestling. Let's take a closer look!"

FJ: "Must we?"

(Herb doesn't get a chance to answer, and instead, we cut to a dimly-lit room with a large wrestling ring inside of it. Smith, clad in full wrestling attire, is in the middle of it, with Bobby the Bavarian Man-Bitch and Stevie the Slovakian Slobberknocker on opposite sides, both of whom are wearing jeans and ratty t-shirts.)

A.C.: "Look, guys, let's get one thing perfectly clear. I love you both like brothers, but what you did last week was just a hair ignorant. You guys haven't wrestled a match in your lives, and you challenged the Walters to their own game. A bar brawl is one thing, this is another. I'm holding nothing back today because the Walters won't next week. Now are you ready?"

(The two nod, and they each run at Smith. A.C. sidesteps them both, though, and they careen into each other.)

A.C.: "This is going to take a lot of work."

(The rest of the montage is edited. Among the highlights are Smith torture-racking both men at once, hitting double bulldogs, and nailing double-spears that seem to shake the squared circle. Bobby and Stevie are laid out, seemingly unconscious, as Smith stands over them.)

A.C.: "Good luck, guys. Something's telling me you might need it."

(However, we can faintly make out Stevie fiddling with an electronic device. He presses a button, and a brick drops from the ceiling right onto Smith's head! Stevie then rolls on top of A.C. as Bobby counts: One, two, three!)

STEVIE: "Wanna get a beer?"

BOBBY: "Yeah, let's get a beer."

(The two exit the ring as Smith tries to shake the cobwebs out of his head.)

HS: "And now it's time for our second match of the evening, as Seamus Ochiern and Alyx Gates will go head-to-head."

FJ: "BORING! BORING!"

HS: "Frank, the match hasn't even started yet. In fact, Seamus is in the ring, and I have no idea where Gates is..."

(The question is quickly answered, as The Squasher himself comes out, holding Gates over his head as he exits the O-tunnel. Not wasting any time, he drops Gates down face-first onto the concrete floor! He hits with a loud "THUD!," and The Squasher then sets his sights on Seamus Ochiern!)

FJ: "This match just got infinitely more interesting!"

HS: "How can you possibly say that?"

FJ: "Because now I have a rooting interest!"

HS: "Groan..."

(Before the larger man can rush to the ring, security from the backstage area comes and slows him down. Paramedics tend to the fallen Gates as official Jonathan Linden rules the match a no-contest. The NPD are shown Jumping the Guard Rail, It is Rawstarr, Big bad blue, Bronco T., Tim "the Giant" and Draven Shadows. They run and jump in to the Ring. Semus Tries to escape the ring but is met by a huge kick from big bad blue, and Alyx is grabbed by the back of the neck and is tossed across the ring)

HS: "Oh we need to get someone down here before the NPD do to much damage."

(The NPD Continue to stump Semus and Alyx then we see Big Bad Blue pick Semus up and do the Blue Driver a Mishanuku Driver type move and we see Tim "the Giant" pick up Alyx and deliever a Toke Slam his mighty version of the choke slam. As Semus getting pushed out of the ring Bronco T, is delivering a Peoples Elbow to the downed Alyx)

Rawstarr: "The Question is Why? Well as they say nothing can be fair, and basically I didn't want them to be a hundred percent next Sunday. When I go out against these two and Quade who all I have beaten on more than one accordance, So this is just my little Message."

(Rawstarr Grabs out a Spray Can, and throws it to BIG BAD BLUE.)

Rawstarr: "Well as you can see the Greatest Group in the world is back together and where taken everyone out one at a time. And Were Taking over this Ring."

(While Rawstarr is speaking Blue is Spray painting NPD on the MAT.)

Rawstarr: "We Declare this show Taken over, WELCOME THE NPD SHOW, the AWA will come back when we feel like it. But right now. You get what you see."

(The NPD song "money ain't a thang" by Jermaine Dupri blast on the Speakers as they walk to the back, laughing.)

(COMMERCIAL BREAK.)

Match Summary: Jeff Christianson and A.C. Smith had a heated match. Near the end, Quade deSade comes out and interferes on Jeff's behalf, but the interference is seen by the referee and Jeff Christianson is disqualified and Smith is noticed as "the winner".

(The scene changes to a locker room. After a few moments we see Nathan Hawthorne-Lee come into view. He's dressed in his ring gear and wearing his "No Limits" t-shirt from when he first joined the AWA and became the second person in AWA history to win the No Limits Championship. He takes a seat on a metal folding chair and faces the camera.)

NHL: "Tonight is the last night that you will see Nathan Hawthorne-Lee on Shock. Tonight is the last time this television station will broadcast a live NHL entrance. Tonight is the final time I will wrestle on Shock. I said it yesterday and I'll say it now - I will get the final win on the final Shock."

NHL: "This match is a strange match. We have two teams with members that will face each other at Classic. We have a special guest referee that likes no one in this match. Everyone in this ring will have an agenda. There is bad blood between everyone in this match EXCEPT Evan Heir and myself. Is this a coincidence? I think not."

NHL: "But regardless, this is the final time we will see 'Damage, Inc.' team up. This is the final time you'll see Low referee a match. This is right here is my LAST Shock segment. It's a bittersweet end to such a great run here. But it won't end just yet. I have one more thing I have to do before I bid the AWA farewell. I have a match at a little event you may be familiar with. Classic. I have a date with destiny and I don't want to disappoint. The question has been swarming around since the announcement last week: "Who will be the final AWA World Heavyweight Champion?" That's a good question. Will it be the man that has become synonymous with the AWA World Heavyweight Championship? Will it be the man that has held the AWA World Heavyweight Championship the longest, trumping the reigns of 'the greats'? Or will it be the man that became synonymous with glorious competition, bringing the AWA World Heavyweight Championship the dignity, honor, and respect that it so much needed and deserved?"

(Nathan turns his head to the left and cracks a small grin before turning back to the camera.)

NHL: "Tonight will be just a small taste of what's in store for everyone at Classic. I will show everyone exactly what I'm capable of. I will get even with Stevens for what he did to me last week. I will show Low why he should still continue to dwell on our match at Wrestlefest VIII. This show will end with the doubts about Nathan Hawthorne-Lee clearly gone. If the best is yet to come, then tonight is just a small snippet of the greatness that will arise in the main event on August 17, 2008 in Los Angeles, California."

(The scene fades way to commercial.)

(COMMERCIAL BREAK.)

(The first notes of Calling from Heaven begins to play as the audience rises to it's feet first in shock but then in a loud roar. The lights dim as from out of the curtain comes Mortis, wearing a long trench coat, his black hair shoulder length, who storms down the ring with a focused look on his face. He slides in as the ring announcer immediately gives up the mic and bails out of the ring as Mortis takes in the rising ovation from the crowd. He nods in acknowledgment, then talks as the audience immediately hushes.)

MORTIS: "It was five years ago I last stepped in this ring. The match was me versus Gray, my freedom for the freedom to run the AWA. I won that night, but I ask myself, did I really win? Did I really get what I wanted?

(Mortis pauses for a moment as if to think, then shakes his head 'No.')

MORTIS: "No. I got a company that needed democracy so to speak and needed direction. It needed a way such that it wasn't an individual, who could be corrupted by power leading, but rather a group of individuals with a system of check and balances. Well, we got that group in the form of a board of directors...but we sure didn't get direction. I stood by as I watched every decision save for one ending in a stalemate. To steal a phrase about another set of promoters with a bit of my own personal touch, they could all agree they wanted the AWA to succeed but after that they couldn't even agree on what to have for lunch!"

(Mortis shakes his head before he continues.)

MORTIS: "So I stood by as the AWA, which should have had the most direction it ever could have had since it's beginning, became without direction, resulting in even the very split of the company!"

(Mortis pauses, then continues.)

MORTIS: "We couldn't even decide on a single world champion! The very thing that defined our company, our business was splintered into two due to idiocy and indecisiveness. Low and Williams? It was very simple. One more match. Must be a single winner. But unfortunately, the board didn't see it that way. In a bit of irony, the one time they DID agree was with the prospect of splitting the company! So what did I do?"

(Mortis wipes his hands as if to clean them.)

MORTIS: "I cleaned my hands of it. I didn't want to be associated with the death of the AWA because honestly I tried to be a part of everything that ensures that it would live! So I left. I resigned as part of...an agreement, and left. Don't get me wrong, I didn't wash my hands totally of the AWA, by all means, I have ensured that I would be a part of it for the rest of existence! But that story is for another time, another place."

MORTIS: "However though, the AWA brand split and all, that was then, this is now. Five years later. A lot has changed in five years. I have changed. How have I changed? You'll all figure out. So will three others at Classic. Classic, the event where Low and I made bigger than a hundred super bowls, a thousand world series, and a million Olympics! Classic, where I had my last match. Classic, where the biggest and the best battle for honor, for pride, for titles, for the ability to say 'I competed at AWA Classic'."

(Mortis pauses for a moment before he continues.)

MORTIS: "Ray Owens. Steven Caldera. Brian Williams. Three former world champions. Three men who for one reason or another I have wanted to face for years now. I will address each of you.

MORTIS: "Ray Owens, you are the shoes I have to fill...according to Drake Hyde all those years ago. You are the man that when you were world champion, and I was light heavyweight champion, I said I would someday become to be only for Hyde to make a remark that "You'll have some pretty big shoes to fill.". Well, that moment came and gone, I wore the gold like you did, and beaten the best just like you have. Ray, you have, as you always had, my respect. Whether it be you facing Lars, making Hangman tap, or being a part of the Blue Print, you have had my respect."

MORTIS: "But Ray, I have waited seven long years to show that not only have I filled your shoes, but filled them so well that they had to make a new pair of shoes so many sizes bigger than they can't yet count. I have accomplished things in the AWA that people still talk about even five years after I am gone. I have set records that even you, yourself, have not. And another accomplishment, another thing to put on my record, will be a win over you. In short Owens, I respect you, but I am going to beat you."

(Mortis pauses for a moment as the audience cheers him on. He then continues.)

MORTIS: "Speaking of beat...Steven Caldera. You have beaten me twice. Good for you. Very few people have such an accomplishment. Unfortunately, now that means I will be gunning for you to get you back. And that's just bad news for anyone no matter if it's in the wrestling ring at the biggest of the year in Classic, or some street out of the middle of nowhere at 3 A.M. Steven, the last time we faced was six, maybe even seven years ago. You've kept your hand, eye, and ears in the wrestling business, and believe it or not, so have I. I have learned a lot, improved a lot, and waited a lot. Waited....for that opportunity to have my hand raised in the air in victory over yours. And it will be too."

MORTIS: "Steven, you may have had my number so to speak all those years ago. You may have somehow found a way to get a win over me twice. But things have changed, and as I have said, I have changed. I'm not coming to Classic to lose, Steven. So you better realize that while I respect you, I am going to beat you."

MORTIS: "And Brian Williams..."

(Mortis pauses for a moment before a look of disgust is seen on his face. He continues to speak, with a bit of a snarl.)

MORTIS: "Williams, Angel of Death, The Assassin, whatever you call yourself, you suck. Brian, listen to me, just as Low did all those years ago, just as Vapor Adams should have all those years ago. You have done something that most men have dreamed us. You created a legacy of an unstoppable monster. A legacy that was so strong at one point that even the Legendary Low doubted himself. There is only one other person who has done that. Do you know who that is?"

(Mortis taps himself with the mic before he continues.)

MORTIS: "Me Brian, me. You had a legacy man, and you pissed it all away! You held the world title, something hundreds, thousands of men have dreamed off, did it multiple times, and now are so much of a shell of your former self that even the greenest of the green rookie has a fair shot of beating you. You had the longest title reign since Low, and after that you...went on a losing streak of near no-end, with your response being to when someone finally broke your record that you ran around growling like some angry monkey. Growl Williams, GROOOOOOOOOWWWWWWLLL!!!"

(Mortis pauses for a moment, then continues, his face filling with more disgust.)

MORTIS: "Brian, you beat Low...you beat Low, a feat that men like Logan Alexander may hold as high as all his titles, an accomplishment that men like Dark Warrior or Dave Santini no matter how much they wish and try can never have, you beat him, no, you DOMINATED him at one point only to two years later act like some rookie who seemingly didn't know the difference from a wrist lock to a wrist watch! You beat Low just a few months back, something that some of the aforementioned men have spent months, if not years to accomplish, if they accomplished it, and you used that momentum to...lose again, and disappear from the AWA shortly there-after."

MORTIS: "Brian, I am spending a bit of extra time talking to you to tell you this. You're a joke. You're nothing of the man, the monster, the legend that you were years ago. You're not Brian Williams, you're just some phony who just happens to use the same name. Brian Williams, the world champion Brian Williams, the monster Brian Williams, the man who murdered Adam Bawn Brian Williams, the man who caused Low to lose his confidence Brian Williams...is dead. You're just a ghost!"

(The audience is in a stunned silence as Mortis collects himself. Mortis then speaks seriously into the mic once more.)

MORTIS: "Ray, Steven, don't think in all this attention I am suddenly giving Williams that I have forgotten you two. I have waited to have a match with both of you for years now and I don't plan screwing up now. No, these are words I have wanted to say to Williams for a long, long time. As I said to you two, I respect you both, but come Classic I am going to beat you both. Williams though...I don't respect you, at least not this so-called 'Williams', but I am going to beat you too! At Classic, my hand is going to be the one raised..."

(Mortis throws down the mic as the audience still remains stunned. Both Herb and Frank are quiet in shock as well as Mortis slides out of the ring and walks back up the ramp.)

HS: "Wow! Mortis Valley on AWA Shock!"

FJ: "I never thought I'd see the day."

(Never Enough" by 5 Finger Death Punch begins to play as a cross on its side is shown and then the words Unholy Hero flash. Fire surrounds the top of tron as Draven Shadows emerges from underneath. He stands there his newly re-formed Unholy Hero outfit. His trench coat black with white unholy crosses all over it. His tights have Unholy Hero along the legs with crosses. He looks out at the crowd and starts shouting out to them that the Unholy Hero is back. The crowd cheers back to Draven for the first time in his career. Draven makes his way to the ring as he gives some of the fans high fives. Draven stops at the front of the ring and looks out at the fans. He slides into the ring and then gets to his feet. He takes off his coat and hands it to a tech guy. He then stands in his corner waiting for his foes.)

FJ: "You know Quade is going to turn this guy in to minced meat, when has never turned this gut in to minced meat!"

(Draven milks the crowd for the new found popularity.)

HS: "When has Draven never come back, when has Draven ever taken a beating and come back as strong and intense as before?"

(The darkness speaks.)

"I am the new way to go. I am the way of the future."

(The voice repeats its words as a silhouette rises on the screen; an unseen flame lights an emotionless face, eyes closed, breathless. Her voice then speaks without neither her eyes nor mouth opening.)

"There's a lot of innocent people being crucified."

(The screen above the burns with one name.)

(QUADE DESADE)

(Quade steps out into a red spotlight while above him the fire of his name sears in to ash and is then blown away on the same wind that teases and his trail coat tails and another name materializes; black and bold and back lit with the aura of a black light.)

(THE UNHOLY HERO)

(Quade stand very still s the entrance behind him slowly fill with flame and the massive AWA logo drips with white hot pyro as the black of the Ameritron screen suddenly explodes in to a rapid fire montage ending in the slow motion replay of the Ameritron itself detonating as The Iron Maiden shoot out from the inferno; the screen burns a hot red and one last name burns like a hot iron on flesh across the screen.)

(THE FIERY CROSS)

(The distorted voice begins is barrage on the ears of those assembled and Quade strides down the ramp with [purpose in time as the voice claims .... )

Voice: "We'll infect your carnal mind, mind, mind!!"

(All the way down it is as if the burning light of cruciformed name has him in a cr5oss-shaped spotlight as the lights remain low. Quade reaches the top of the steps and turns to face the mob just as .....)

Voice "After The Flesh!!"

(Quade pulls off his trail coat and drapes it over his corner post and the darkness relents and the house lights go up even as the heavy chords of The Thrill Kill Kill Kult still rake over the assembled mob Quade deSade is oblivious to their presence let alone any discomfort they may be enduring. The voice cries out one more time ... )

Voice: "After The Flesh!!"

(And the harsh industrial music suddenly ends. Quade stands center ring, and defiant.)

HS: "This is meant to an Iron Maiden match but where is The Maiden?"

FJ: "You're talking like the damn thing is a person Herb."

HS: "I'm not then only one. Remember Low fired The Maiden not too long ago. You can't fire a truck or pencil. You can't get a glass of water to sign a contract or suspend a road for not appearing at a match. The Maiden by Low's definition must be a person."

FJ(whispering): "Yeah it's not like we don't all know he's coo coo for coa coa puffs."

(Referee Stu Abbott calls Draven and Quade to the center of the ring where he lays down the rules of engagement before sending them back to their corners and calling for the bell.

(The two men come out slowly, not out of caution the familiarity the two men have for each other is obvious. There are no offers of handshakes. There is no tentative grapple between them, they don't even circle each other like the so many other wrestlers with the pit bull mentality.)

(A snapped Mud Wjang San - Hook Punch to Quade's gut from Draven gets an 'Ooooh' from the South African crowd. Quade doubles over and suck in a hard lungful of air before slowly righting himself and facing Draven again.)

(A Kick to Draven's midsection from Quade gets the same effect and the fans around the ring gives out an 'Ooooh.' Draven, like deSade slowly pulls himself upright and faces of against Quade.)

FJ: "Not sure what's going on here I thought we had an Iron Maiden match scheduled, but the Iron Maiden is not here, the bell has rung but Quade deSade and Draven Shadows seem to be doing nothing more than playing a game of cheap shots!?"

(Draven twists in to Spinning Elbow, Quade ducks and comes up behind Draven, Quade grabs Draven's arm and bends it behind his back. Quade moves back to back with Shadows while holding the forearm, applying pressure to the Draven's arm and shoulder. Quade leans forward, lifting the Draven off the mat; Draven lifts his leg and grabs the nearest top rope with his fete and pulls himself and Quade to the edge of the ring. The two stumble and as Quade releases Draven rolls from his back on to his feet and he charges Quade a Running Big Boot but Quade sidesteps away from both the ropes and Draven's leg; He wraps one arm around the Draven's neck while stepping in front of the leg still on the ground to hook it and Draven into a Russian Leg Sweep, this close to the ropes though Draven steadies himself with both hands on the top ropes and denies deSade, he wrests himself free and strikes out with a Sork Glab -Spinning Elbow forcing Quade to break off or get hit; Quade dodges Draven's elbow, Draven follows his elbow to face deSade and pushes off from the ropes to run at deSade with Jumping Double Knee to The Fiery Crosses face Quade charges into Draven catching him just as he rises from the match cradling him for that long second enough to counter Draven's momentum then carry him back to the ropes and drop him down with a leg on either side, again the South African join in a chorus of 'Ooooooh!!")

HS: "An incredible exchange, it just shows exactly how much these two men know one another in that ring...."

(Herb Summers is cut of as the PA explodes with sound.)

Voice: "I have always been here!!"

FJ: "Now this is more like it!"

Voice: "I have always looked out from behind the eyes!!"

(The entrance is bathed in a Hellish red glare.)

Voice: "It feels like more than a lifetime!"

(Quade grabs a handful of Draven's hair and yanks his head around as he points up the ramp towards the entrance.)

Voice: "Feels like more than a lifetime!"

(The entrance is engulfed in a foreboding aura when a beam of light from high among the arena rafters slowly illuminates the archway and the space beyond revealing a tall and heavily built figure standing there.)

HS: "This match could be called a handicap match as much as Quade at least believes that this monstrous construction is on his side whenever it appears at ringside!"

Voice: " Sometimes I get tired of the waiting, Sometimes I get tired of being in here!!"

(Quade drags a clawed hand over Draven's face raking his eyes then pulls him back in the ring by his hair.)

Voice: "Is this the way it has always been?"

(Quade puts Draven down throat first across the same top rope he was just hung up on and begins to choke him as he grabs the rope with both hands and jumps on Draven's back.)

FJ: "Referee Stu Abbott very unhappy with Quade and gives him a short warning before giving him a five-count!"

Voice: "Could it ever have been different?"

(Quade dismounts at the count of four and casually walks away from his long time enemy allowing the ref to check Draven out and call the match for the match to continue.)

(Quade faces Draven again just as The Maiden reaches the bottom of the ramp and the front panel of her stomach opens to reveal a black, lightless interior; Then the air is shattered by the heavy chords from the intro to 'Sorrow' by Pink Floyd.)

(Draven barely has any sight as he staggers from the intense pain surging from between his legs. Quade slams a Heart into man who was once his ally, moves in and grabs Draven by the arm and forces him back into the ropes again then sends him across the ring with an Irish Whip; Quade follows hard after Draven and just as Draven bounces from the ropes on the other side Quade collides with him, wraps his arm around Draven trapping them and drives his forehead into the bridge of Draven's nose before executing a Double Arm Belly-to-Belly Suplex throwing Draven back into the center of the ring.)

FJ: "Quade's got it all over Draven right now but he's going the wrong way!"

(Stops for a moment to look first at the prone for of the man who shared the name Unholy Hero with him and a man called Jayson Price then to the side of the ring where The maiden stand open and waiting.)

HS: "Great minds think alike here Frank cos I believe Quade has just realized the same thing."

(Quade walks over to Draven, drops to his knees placing one on either side Draven's head the picks him up on a head lock and Drilling his thumb into Draven's temple. )

HS: "My dear Gods that sound...!!!!"

(The referee is in quickly trying to wrestle Quade free of Draven but The Fiery Cross continues to grind his knuckle into the side of Draven.)

(Quade relents and pulls Draven with him as he stands. Quade snatches Draven's left arm into a Wristlock and whips him into a nearby post face first. Quade runs in after him driving an elbow into his spine.)

FJ: "I frakking knew it and I franking called it. Quade is turning Draven into minced meat!"

(Quade puls Draven out of the corner and moves behind him and locks ins a Full Nelson.)

HS: "Holy God no.."

(Quade steps back and on to the second rope. Draven's prodigious height denies him the effect and as the German begins to rally and shale free the effects of deSade's assault the crowd gathered in South African are on their feet as Quade deSade shifts himself to stand on the top rope and slowly the near dead weight of Draven Shadows' three-hundred pounds is lifted from the mat the whole way until Quade deSade at six feet even stand upright with the Full Nelson lock in and Draven's greater weight pulling down on the hold, pulling it tighter.)

FJ: "The Crucifier!!"

HS: "One last time in this organizations history Quade proves why he has been and still is one of the most feared and respected men in AWA history!!"

FJ: "There is no victory in this for him tough, there in no win in this move for DeSade even if Draven submits!!"

HS: "An Draven is calling out for that. He giving in to the pain of The Crucifixion but Referee Stu Abbott cannot accept Draven' submission and Quade's mad genius continues allowing Draven to suffer all the while denied the release his own weakness would otherwise allow him!"

(Finally the ref calls it and starts the five –count against deSade who has Draven in the ropes as he hangs near limp from the hold; Quade drops Draven and his opponent appears to be unconscious from the agony of the hold. The fans seem to be torn between Draven's fate and the horror of Quade's intentions as the scream and cheer. The jeer and name call.)

FJ: "Quade is rolling Draven from the ring and towards that damned Maiden!"

(The cacophony of noise in the arena is Impossible as the expectation of what is to come is heightened by the revulsion for the man about to commit the act.)

(Quade pulls Draven to his feet. Draven is barely conscious of his situation and a Back Handed Closed Fist from deSade rocks Draven on his heel. Quade grabs Draven by is arm to make sure he doesn't fall then twists it in to a Hammer Lock behind Draven's back. Quade shoves hard in to Draven's back and suddenly ram Draven the last few feet into The maiden.)

(Quade deSade slams the door shut on his opponent and one, two, three the locks are snapped in to place. The bell rings and the announcer calls the match only to have "Never Enough" by 5 Finger Death Punch hits the PA system and out comes Draven with his brother Raven out of the AWA Tunnel. Draven calls for a mic from a tech crew. He grabs the mic and begins to speak.)

DRAVEN "Well Quade it seems like you have put me into the Iron Maiden for the third time or you put my worthless, good for nothing brother Pelor into the Maiden. Yes, that's right my brother, Pelor. After I defeated my brother in the TKR he went insane and tried so hard to become like me. He even got plastic surgery and everything else he needed to look just like me. So I figured this time he would actually come in handy. So to my brother, Pelor, good job bro."

(Draven drops the mic and him and Raven rush Quade. Draven and Raven beat Quade down until he can't fight anymore. Draven calls for something. Heather comes down the AWA Tunnel pushing another Iron Maiden. She reaches Draven and Raven and quickly opens the door for them. Draven looks down at Quade and begins to laugh. He takes Quade and tosses him into the Iron Maiden and shuts the door. Draven tells Heather to take it to the parking lot. We go backstage where The Legendary Low and Deborah Stone-Kowalczyk are just arriving. A stagehand is carrying Low's bags, as Low is carrying the AWA World title belt over his shoulder. He's wearing a "The Final Countdown" t-shirt. Mark Keller is running up to Low with a microphone in his hand.)

MK: "Low! LOW! We want to hear the World Champion's comments about the end of the AWA!"

(Low ignores Keller as he walks past him with a stoic face. Keller, however, doesn't let go easy.)

MK: "Low, this is the final edition of Sunday Night Shock! Any comments?"

(Low keeps on walking, Keller, Deborah and the stagehand in tow.)

MK: "Low, do you think you can be the AWA's final World Champion? Do you think it has a symbolic character? If so, is it positive or negative?"

(Low finally stops and glares at Keller. After a tense moment, the serious-looking World Champion finally calmly begins to speak.)

LOW: "AWA Classic 2008 will be almost exactly eight years to the day that I signed my very first AWA contract in 2000. The road has been a long, exhausting, fulfilling and rewarding one. I have carried this company on my back more than once, but it seems that it isn't enough anymore."

(Low sighs and pauses for a moment.)

LOW: "I have made tremendous sacrifices in my life, Mark Keller, to be where and who I am today. The AWA coming to an end is going to mean a big personal crisis for me. My entire existence revolves around the AWA. Everything I built in my life as an adult was founded on being an AWA wrestler. And now it is all supposed to be over?"

(Low's face hardens as his voice becomes louder and more aggrssive.)

LOW: "We can blame many people for this, Mark, starting with Travis Gray, passing the likes that were responsible for days such as Fatal Friday in 2005, and maybe... yes, maybe ending with me, YOUR World Champion! But Keller, I can promise you one thing - I will not dwell on the AWA's failures! I will not dwell on my struggles after the end of the AWA! I will focus on doing what I do best one more time one week from tonight. I am going to walk into Classic YOUR World Champion, and I will walk out of Classic YOUR World Champion, because The Legendary Low does not lose at Classic!"

"Nathan Hawthorne-Lee might have a decent track record against me, but he's the poster boy for what a flavor of the month looks like. He doesn't have the focus that I have, he doesn't have the skills that I have, and he doesn't have the motivation that I have. That motivation is one of my more disappointing career losses at Wrestlefest VIII, and I have built a career on getting even, even if it takes me YEARS to accomplish my goal. NHL had a tremendous showing back at Wrestlefest VIII, but it was pretty much his last one. Since then he has sucked the life out of every wrestling arena he's been in, save for when he was Sir Henry.

"And as for Brian Stevens, he doesn't have a decent track record against me. Far from it. In fact, much like Jeff Christianson, Brian Stevens has never EVER defeated me. He can talk a big game, but I know Stevens well enough to know that much of it is a facade. He can talk and he can walk, but unlike Brian Stevens, I KNOW that I have what it takes to beat him. I KNOW that I am the very best the AWA has to offer. I KNOW that I am The Greatest Sports Legend Alive. I know I can back all my claims up with action. And that's where Brian Stevens and I differ. I KNOW just how good I am. Brian Stevens isn't quite sure if he really is as good as anybody says he is. After all, how can you be as great as he claims he is without ever beating The Legendary Low?"

MK: "So do you.."

LOW: "Shut up, Keller! You came to hear me talk, now shut up and listen. If Classic is the AWA's swansong, I will do my best to deliver the goods one final time. I have stolen more than one show, yet next week it is MY show to be stolen. But I won't allow anybody to take it away from me. Only from my cold dead hands, and I don't plan on dying next week. Eight years, Keller, EIGHT FUCKING YEARS! Don't think for a second that some inconsistent flakes like Stevens and NHL who spent maybe a third of the time I spent at the top are going to take that final moment of supremacy away from me."

"The final scene of AWA Classic 2008, the final scene in AWA history will be the appropriate one - The Legendary Low standing high above the beaten masses, raising HIS World title high in the air. And that, Mark Keller, will be anything BUT Low Profile."

(Low pushes Keller out of the way as he and his entourage walk out of view.)

(COMMERCIAL BREAK.)

(The NPD are shown looking at Quades Locker Room, after a few seconds its kicked in. Four members of the NPD run in and notice that Quade's not there. Instead there's a note tapes to a chair. Rawstarr picks it up and reads it.)

RAWSTARR: "Ah! So that's why I haven't seen him after the match. Damn that man!"

(The other members of NPD look around curious but then turn their attention to a television monitor that shows and cuts to...)

(...Draven, Raven, and Heather in Gaborone, South Africa. The camera looks out to see that they are at a lake near Gaborone. The camera moves down to see what the three are standing on which is none other then the Iron Maiden.)

DRAVEN: "Well its time for Quade to go for a swim before his very last match at Classic. Better yet..."

(Draven reaches into the car and pulls out Quade's No Limits Championship belt and throws it over his shoulder.)

DRAVEN: "I should replace him. Well Raven throw his ass into the lake."

(Raven unshackles the maiden from the car and begins pushing it torwards the lake. The maiden begins to move with someone thumping inside. Raven ignores it and pushes the maiden into the lake and watches it with his brother and Heather as it sinks to the bottom. The camera zooms in on Draven as he begins to laugh histerically.)

HS: "Time for the final singles match in AWA Shock history."

FJ: "Not really, sure that took place earlier tonight."

HS: "What do you mean? We have no more matches after this except for the tag main event."

FJ: "You said in AWA Shock history... You know, American Wrestling Alliance.... well clearly, as Americans, Terry James and Logan Alexander don't qualify!"

("Never Turn Back" starts to play and is met by a roaring cheer from the crowd and Logan limps out from the Shock entryway. He looks around at the crowd and nods as he makes his way down the ramp, favouring his right leg a lot as he does so. At ringside, Logan carefully climbs the ringsteps and steps onto the ring apron. He drops down, grabs hold of the top rope and sits on the middle rope. He swings his legs over the middle rope one at a time and then pulls himself up to his feet in the ring. He removes his ring jacket and drops it over the top rope and to the floor. The crowd chants Logan's name over and over as he slowly moves around the ring and rests back against one of the far turnbuckles.)

HS: "Logan looks reedy."

FJ: "He is still nursing that injured knee. It will eventually become his undoing."

(The opening guitar of "Thunderstruck" by AC/DC starts to play and the fans start to chant "Na Na-Na Na Na-Na Na Na!" over and over with the all-to-familiar guitar chords. The lights in the arena flash on and off for a few seconds before staying off. On the first "Thunder" the lights starts flashing on and off again. On the second "Thunder" Terry comes out onto the stage with a Canadian flag in his hands, the crowd now cheering loudly, stopping just before the ramp.)

HS: "TJ is coming in well prepared."

FJ: "As many times as he's wrestled him? He should know him like the back of his hand."

(Terry waves the flag in big swoops from side to side a few times before resting it on his shoulder and walking down the ramp. Terry slaps hands on the way down and stops in the middle of the ramp, dropping down to his knees. Terry holds his flag in the air with one arm as red and white pyros blast in rapid succession at the top of the ramp from side to side a few times over.)

HS: "These two fought a bunch of times earlier in the year. If someone knows Terry James new style, it surely is Logan Alexander."

FJ: "But the thing is, Logan has probably adapted to the new style. Terry James might know this... won't it make him want to bring out an even newer style or switch to an older style, just to throw off one of his great rivals?"

HS: "That is a good point."

(Terry then jumps to his feet and dashes down the rest of the way to the ring. He then slides in under the bottom ropes, turning to his back and then kipping up to his feet in one fluid motion as he slides into the middle of the ring, red and white pyros going off on each ring post as he does. He then shows off his flag one more time to the crowd before placing it on the outside by his corner.)

HS: "There's the bell."

FJ: "Final singles match for two Canadian wrestlers in the American Wrestling Alliance. Let's enjoy... and if we don't, try our best to lie about it like we did enjoy it."

(They meet in the middle of the ring. We see them lock up. They bounce around the ring, eventually ending in a corner with Logan Alexander breaking cleanly. He backs out and tells TJ to bring it on. TJ charges, but Logan ducks under a clothesline. They both turn around and trade rights and lefts with Logan finally getting the advantage. Logan Irish whips TJ. TJ bounces off the ropes and nails a shoulder block. We see Logan and TJ back on their feet. They lock up. TJ goes behind. We see Logan spin around and TJ ducks. Logan collapses his body and applies a front facelock, while driving TJ's face into the mat.)

HS: "Interesting move."

FJ: "Stole it right from his Classic opponent Jeff Christianson."

HS: "Who did he steal it from?"

FJ: "Nobody... and if you say otherwise, I want your sources cited!"

(We see TJ fighting back and finally on his feet. TJ lifts Logan up and nails a Northern Lights driver. We see TJ get some air as Logan is back on his feet. They lock up again, this time, Logan applies a side headlock. We see TJ push forward and get out of it, then he school boy's Logan but only grabs a two count. We see Logan look shocked as TJ stands up and he dropkicks Logan who had just got to his feet. We see TJ crawl over for a cover, but he only grabs a two. We see TJ now apply a rear chinlock.)

FJ: "Terry James is working an intersting angle here. He's just attacking Logan anyway possible!"

HS: "He's wrestling with Logan. One of the best in the world. TJ could bust one of his newer moves out in a moment."

(Logan has now forced himself up. We see TJ has turned the hold into a side headlock to keep the advantage. We see Logan pick TJ up and drop him back first on the mat. We see Logan begin to get some air. Logan finally reaches his feet as TJ crawls over to the ropes and pulls himself up. He turns around into a boot to the stomach. We see Logan Alexander nail a snap suplex, where he floats over for a pin attempt.)

FJ: "ONLY A TWO!"

HS: "Terry James was a little shocked that Logan floated over, but he still kciked out."

(We see Logan pull TJ up, but TJ grabs Logan's legs and bridges over for a pin. We see Logan try to power out, and he backslides TJ, but TJ rolls through. We see Logan stand up on his knees and he sees TJ standing. TJ dropkicks Logan in the face. We see TJ go for a cover, but Logan gets a shoulder up. TJ quickly rolls Logan over and he applies a Crippler Crossface in the middle of the ring. We see Logan struggling as he tries to find his way to the ropes. After a two minute struggle... where it looks like Logan is about to get up...)

HS: "Logan got to the ropes!"

FJ: "He broke the hold, but he seems pretty out of it, Herb. He's really slow to get up here!"

HS: "And it looks like Terry's tuning up the band!"

FJ: "You mean...stalking for the Thunder Strike?"

HS: "Yes, isn't that what I said?"

FJ: "No."

HS: "I'm pretty sure it was."

FJ: "Hey, every time I say something strange, it's for sure, but when you say something, it probably didn't happen!?"

HS: "Yeah."

(Terry is just waiting for the right moment as Logan slowly gets up, relying heavily on the ropes for support. Logan gets up and then...)

HS: "THUNDER STRIKE!"

FJ: "Ouch!"

(Terry goes for the Thunder Strike, but Logan sees it at the last second and ducks under it, hanging onto the top rope to stay on his feet. However, in doing this, he allows for Terry's leg to fly over the top rope. When Logan gets up, so does the rope and so do Terry's...well, you know.)

HS: "Logan just unintentionally crotched Terry on the top rope!"

FJ: "That'll put Terry out for a while..."

(Indeed, Terry is stunned, to say the least, as he just straddles the ropes for a few moments, before stumbling off of them and turns, doubling over in pain. However, he probably shouldn't have done that as Logan uses the opportunity to hit a last ditch LA Overload!)

HS: "LA OVERLOAD!"

FJ: "Shades of their last match!"

HS: "But Logan used up all his energy in hitting the move. He can't capitalize!"

(Indeed, Terry is flat on his back in the middle of the ring, but Logan is also flat on his back a few feet away in the corner. The crowd is split even as they exchange cheers for both men, willing their favourite to get up. Eventually, Logan is finally able to use the ropes in the corner to get up, then stumble over to Terry and fall on him for the cover!)

HS: "Logan's got the cover!"

FJ: "Wait! Look at the ramp!"

HS: "Damnit! It's Jeff Christianson!"

(Indeed, as the ref goes down to give the count, Jeff hustles down the entrance ramp and slides into the ring, breaking up the count! The ref calls the match off right away, only to have Jeff Christianson drop him with a solid right! He then quickly rolls Terry, who is to out of it to resist, under the bottom rope. Terry falls to the outside and shows some signs of life, but not much.)

HS: "Jeff's taken out the official and removed Terry James from the ring, leaving Logan helpless!"

(Jeff goes right for Logan, not giving him any time to recover as he stomps away at the previously injured leg! Logan tries to roll away to the ropes, but Jeff just picks him up whips him into the ropes, catching him in a drop toe hold on the return and locking in the ankle lock!)

HS: "Christianson has Logan in the ankle lock!"

FJ: "It isn't grapevined yet, but you can bet it will be soon!"

HS: "But look, Terry James is starting to get up on the outside behind Logan and Christianson!"

(Indeed, it seems Terry is now recovering as he gets to his feet and rolls in under the ropes. He gets up and Jeff doesn't seem to notice as he desperately tries to hold Logan still. Logan tries to whip Jeff off with a quick turn, but Christianson maintains the hold after Logan turns a full 180. However, both men are now facing Terry, who quickly locks eyes with Logan. Nothing has to be said between the two and Jeff doesn't have enough time to react as Logan suddenly summersaults, throwing Jeff forward and straight into a Thunder Strike!)

HS: "Jeff Christianson's been Thunderstruck! Terry James came to Logan's rescue!"

FJ: "Why!?"

HS: "Those two have been bitter rivals and great allies and everything in-between, Frank. But, if there's one thing they have in common, it's that they both HATE Jeff Christianson!"

(Jeff rolls out of the ring right away, holding his face. He falls to the ground and begins to stumble up the entrance ramp, fleeing to fight another day. Terry watches him head into the "O" tunnel before turning to face Logan, who is now slowly getting to his feet. Terry calls for a mic from a ring aide and quickly gets it. As Logan finally reaches his feet, Terry just smirks at him, holding the mic in one hand as the crowd cheers wildly for them. Logan returns the smirk, knowing this isn't a hostile encounter.)

HS: "Well, it looks like Terry's got something to say here."

TERRY: "Well, Logan...I think it's safe to say that we've both saved each other's asses - as well as kicked each other's asses - many times in the past. So, you can have that one on the house. Besides, I'll never turn down an opportunity to kick Jeff Christianson in the face."

(The crowd cheers wildly as the two men share a laugh in the middle of the ring - a rare moment. Logan now calls for a mic as well and Terry waits for him to get it and have his say.)

(Logan looks over at Terry for a few more moments.)

LOGAN: "Well...it's been a long time since it happened last, but thanks for having my back one last time Terry."

HS: "The rivalry these two have had over the years has been quite the war, but both of these men have always had respect for one another."

TERRY: "Well, I'm going to make this quick, because I've got some business to attend to in just a few moments. Congratulations for making it into the Hall of Fame, Logan. You've earned it. You've been down and out many times over your career, but you always managed to hold on and overcome adversity to push yourself higher and higher. It'll be an honour to induct you next week. I'll see you at the ceremonies. Oh...and you better beat Jeff at Classic, otherwise I'll lose some of the respect I have for you."

(Terry chuckles as he puts out a hand. Logan shakes his head slightly. He reaches out and grabs hold of Terry's hand and shakes it to the delight of the crowd.)

HS: "And there's that respect I was talking about again. Those two have been through too much together NOT to respect one another. But, quite frankly, those two men should be respected by everyone here in the AWA."

FJ: "I guess I'll have to agree with you on that one, Herb. Logan and Terry were never at the top of their class, even though Logan was recently the World Champion. But, those two always gave it their all and always put on top performances. It's just a shame we won't get to see too many more after next week."

(Terry and Logan stops shaking one another's hands and Terry quickly turns to the "O" tunnel entrance, raising the mic up to speak again.)

TERRY: "Well, it's time to get down to business once more. A couple of weeks ago, I laid out an open challenge for Classic. I put myself up for grabs as an opponent to anyone in or out of the AWA. I haven't gotten an answer yet and it looks like now is the final chance. So, I will once again put up the challenge. Is there ANYONE who will face me next week at what will be one of the, if not the, greatest AWA events of all time?"

(Terry lowers his mic and waits. The crowd murmurs and whispers in anticipation, wondering if anyone will step up.)

HS: "So far, we've heard nothing of a challenger for Terry James at Classic. I'm wondering if he'll get an opponent in time."

FJ: "It would certainly be a shame for Terry to go without an opponent at possibly the last event EVER of the AWA."

(The lights in the arena flicker and flash. We suddenly hear "Free Bird" by Lynyrd Skynyrd hit the PA.)

HS: "You know what this is?"

FJ: "Of course! It's Skynyrd, man!"

HS: "No, look!"

(From the back, much to the surprise of Herb, we see... "THE ICON" JOHN WILLIAMS!!)

FJ: "WHAT?!"

(The entire Dome just explodes from the arrival of John Williams back in the AWA!)

HS: "The last time we saw him it was nearly a year ago!"

(John Williams walks towards the ring as Terry James and Logan Alexander are speechless and motionless as they watch the Hall of Famer walk towards them.)

HS: "Be careful what you ask for, Terry."

FJ: "What? You don't mean to suggest that..."

HS: "We'll see, I guess."

(John Williams climbs up the ring steps and steps into the ring. If his eyes were lasers, they'd burn a hole though Terry's head. He walks up to him and stops within a few feet of "The Storm". John stands there staring at Terry as Terry stands there not knowing what to do. John extends his hand out to Terry. Terry looks down at it and then up to John. Back down and then up to John. Terry extends his hand to embrace John Williams, not really knowing what's going on. John releases his grip and grabs Terry's left hand. He pulls the mic up to his mouth and says...)

WILLIAMS: "Accepted."

(The crowd in attendance cheers and applauds the acceptence of Terry's open match proposal.)

(John steps away from Terry and turns to leave the ring.)

FJ: "Wow! ANOTHER blockbuster match scheduled for Classic! Boy oh boy! It seems like everyone's coming out of the woodwork for the final AWA extravaganza, known as Classic!"

HS: "Wow. I'm shaking. This has been an awesome night thus far. I hope it never ends."

FJ: "All good things..."

(COMMERCIAL BREAK.)

HS: "You know what time it is Frank?"

FJ: "The Main Event?"

HS: "Not just any Main Event... but the FINAL MAIN EVENT IN SHOCK HISTORY!"

FJ: "NO!"

HS: "Classic is next week."

FJ: "It is? I've been telling my family its two weeks away and all those commercials, internet adds, and the official AWA website was wrong."

HS: "Great..."

FJ: "I'm kidding, Herb."

(The grandiose sounds of "Ode To Joy" begin to play and the arena is spotlighted by several orange laser lights. As the music goes full-force, the arena is illuminated in a bright orange light. Orange fireworks go off at each side of the ramp, as well as each side of the stage. One by one the fireworks work their way towards the entrance area in the center of the stage. As they reach their destination, one HUGE orange explosion shakes the arena's foundation. The boos intensify as The Legendary Low steps out onto the stage. Displaying the black and orange robe allegedly given to him by Ric Flair, Low spreads his arms and slowly spins around.)

FJ: "Here he comes... The greatest Sports Legend alive today!"

HS: "Who happens to be a referee for this match."

FJ: "Really, he isn't going to bash someone's head in?"

HS: "I didn't say that."

(As an orange firework rain almost looks like a curtain between Low and the Ameritron, Low starts walking down the ramp, grinning and mocking some of the fans he passes.)

FJ: "This guy is what every wrestlers strives to be."

HS: "He is? I don't think an evil son of a bitch that will be do anything to win fits that description."

FJ: "I was thinking more along the lines of successful. It doesn't matter how you get there, but being successful is what everyone wants to be. Not just in wrestling, but at every job."

(The arena looks like an orange sea as Low reaches the ring. He slowly walks up the steps and draws some more boos as he arrogantly smiles to the crowd. He enters the ring and spreads his arms and circles around the ring, soaking up every single boo in the arena, as his music quiets down.)

FJ: "Low is a legend."

HS: "That he is." (The lights in the arena slowly - one by one - die out until there is nothing; just darkness. A buzz falls over the rabid audience that cuts through the unnerving stillness like a knife. Finally - suddenly - the pulsating intro of "Into the Blinding Light" by Thursday hits and the fans go crazy. With every pulse of the song's intro, a series of bright blinding white lights flash in time. Violently, the songs pulsating intro kicks into the hammering of guitars as wind and smoke chaotically collect, swirl and clash on the entrance stage.)

FJ: "NO! NOT HIM!"

HS: "Here comes another member of Damage, Inc. out, as well as making it two thirds of the Classic Main Event on the way to the ring."

(From the "O" tunnel, we see a figure emerge from the mayhem. It's "The Sensational" Brian Stevens - the most dominant AWA World Champion in the history of the AWA. With the hood on his ring jacket up,, the Punk Rock Phenom finds his way center stage amidst the smoke and wind. The fans go nuts for Stevens; chanting his name in deafening unison. The unzipped ring jacket flaps wildly in the wind as Stevens stands and soaks in the atmosphere between the boisterous, vocal fans and the on-stage calamity.)

HS: "Stevens sure knows how to make an entrance. Will he be able to make an exit?"

FJ: "What do you mean?"

HS: "You know, the final World Heavyweight Champion in AWA history."

FJ: "You mean their making Low defend his title at Classic."

HS: "Yeah."

FJ: "And he has a chance to win?"

HS: "Yeah."

(Finally, Stevens throws back the hood on his ring jacket and steps forth from the smoke and wind on the entrance stage. Brian Stevens walks steady and determined towards the ring in a strong, powerful stride. Stevens ignores the fans. He simply reaches the bottom of the ramp and slides into the ring. The flashing lights - almost strobe-like - surround and overtake the ring as Stevens rises up from the mat and to a knee. The Strong Style Legend remains on his knee with his left arm rested low upon his left thigh as he keeps his head lowered, almost in some sort of prayer or ritual.)

FJ: "That just isn't fair."

HS: "And? The AWA has never really been fair. If it was, it would continue to operate in a bad business state until hopefully it picked back up. Being fair isn't something that happens all the time. Sometimes un fair is in the best interest of the business."

FJ: "Thanks for the speech Mr. Summers."

(White, red, gold, and green strobing lights flash as "No Remorse" by Metallica hits the arena. When the solo begins about 10 seconds into the song, NHL emerges from the curtain area with his lovely wife and manager, Sarah Hawthorne, following closely behind him. Sarah stops behind her husband as he stands there for a moment, staring out around the crowd, getting psyched up for the upcoming match. A short while later, NHL explodes from his trance with excitement, bursting with energy. He walks down the ramp, throwing his arms in the air, pumping himself up and the crowd for the upcoming clash. NHL then pauses in front of the ring for a few seconds, as if he couldn't wait to get in. Nathan then makes his way to the ring steps, taking his time climbing up each step. NHL gets to the top and he takes his time getting into the ring through the top and middle ropes. Sarah follows her husband to the ring, entering from under the middle rope. NHL walks to the middle of the ring, and slowly raises his arms in the air and he then makes his way to the nearest turnbuckle and slowly raises his arms again, soaking in the cheers from his fans.)

HS: "Third out of three for AWA Classic's Main Event."

FJ: "As well as two straight unsuccessful Damage, Inc. Members."

HS: "NHL and Stevens are unsuccessful?"

FJ: "When compared to Low, it is."

(We fade to a quick Classic promo. It focuses on the Damage, Inc. Main Event, and a second one airs focusing on the feud of Evan Heir and Jason Storm. When we fade back up, we see Evan Heir standing in the ring.)

HS: "Evan Heir looks ready for this match! These two have been going at it since they both arrived in the American Wrestling Alliance and now, just one week from tonight, it will all culminate as they face off on apparently the last AWA show ever!"

FJ: "It's so sad! Oh why oh why did you have to remind me?

HS: "And here comes the United States Champion!"

(Every fan in South Africa expects to hear Fingerclaw and begin booing thunderously. The music starts, they instinctively begin booing, but none of them expects to hear something else.)

HS: "What the... that's not Jason Storm's music?"

FJ: "Maybe he's unveiling something new."

HS: "No, it sounds familiar..."

(An eerie scratching sound encompasses the arena followed by light guitar feedback that gradually grows louder. Once the guitar rhiffs begin playing, the cat is out of the bag. The fans ERUPT in unheard of cheers.)

HS: "That's the music of..."

FJ: "Don't say it, Herb! Don't!"

(White Zombie's 'Super Charger Heaven' rings out and the fans are going crazy. However, just as suddenly as it begins, once the chorus begins, it stops, followed by deep, eerie laughter.)

HS: "That's the music of former AWA Superstar Orlando Ortega! He and Heir were heated rivals. Jason Storm must be responsible for this!"

(Inside the ring, a wide eyed Heir seems to be discerning the same thing as Herb, but when the United States Champion emerges from the back, an angry and confused expression on his face, the culprit doesn't seem quite as obvious. Storm demands his music be played to a technician, furious that he's been embarassed like this, and eventually 'The Biggest and the Best' begins playing, without much pomp and circumstance as the fans are left to mutter amongst themselves what the lot of it means.)

FJ: "What a waste of time! Let's just get on with the show... some sound technician might be out of a job tonight, that's for sure."

HS: "I can't help but get the feeling that wasn't a mistake, Frank."

FJ: "Oh, and for those who didn't notice, when we saw the two commercials promoting the Triple Threat Match between NHL, Brian Stevens, and our World Champion Low, as well as the one promoting Evan Heir vs Jason Storm, Evan Heir did make a ring entrance. I checked his AWA bio and it says a video has well as entrance music is coming soon."

(We see Stevens stand in the ring and NHL takes that as a sign to get out. We see Heir and Storm argue about it before Storm sees Stevens and he steps through the ropes. Heir turns around, and the bell rings.)

HS: "Here we go, the final Shock Main Event is underway! This is huge!"

FJ: "Yes it is..."

(Stevens and Heir meet in the center of the ring and lock up. We see Heir put Stevens in a headlock. Stevens pushes Heir forward. Heir turns around into some stiff palm strikes that plant him on the ground. We see Heir try to stand up, but he's met with some stiff kicks, which send him from his knees back to the mat. We see Stevens go for what looks to be a quick cover, but he applies a rear chinlock and slowly begins to pull a slightly confused Evan Heir up. Stevens spins him around and tosses him with a Belly-to-Belly suplex. We see Heir sit up and quickly tag a Jason Storm who didn't have his arm extended at all.)

HS: "Stevens is hot!"

FJ: "You are sick."

HS: "You know what I mean. Hot in wrestling equals he's on fire... a good attacker. He has momentum."

FJ: "After all these years of you taking my words out of context, you don't think I'm falling for that do you? You have some type of thing going with him, don't you?"

(Storm enters the ring. We see him charge at Stevens who throws a strike. Storm ducks under, runs into a corner and see's NHL. From the corner of his eye, he sees a Stevens kick flying at his head, but he ducks. We see Storm roll out of the ring and walk away from NHL. He walks back over to his corner with Heir, and then rolls into the ring. He meets Stevens in the middle of the ring, and they lock up. Storm throws a couple of knees after not getting a strength advantage. We see him then grab Steven's head and he drops him with a DDT. Storm immediately rolls him over to a pinm but grabs just a one count. Storm picks Stevens up and lands a couple of knife edge chops. He Irish whips Stevens across the ring, NHL makes a blind tag, And charges in with a Spin heel kick which floors Stevens. NHL is up celebrating.)

FJ: "Jason Storm has taken control for his team!"

HS: "I don't know... I think NHL may have tagged in the match."

FJ: "I didn't see it... Do you think Low did?"

HS: "Low doesn't have much love lost for anybody in this match... I'm sure he doesn't care if they rip each other apart."

FJ: "Good point."

(NHL walks up behind Jason Storm. He grabs his arm and quickly tosses him back into a side russian leg sweep. NHL quickly picks him up, kneeing him in the stomach. NHL lands a quick snap suplex. NHL goes for a quick cover, but grabs a two count. NHL picks him up again, tosses him through the ropes, and he applies a sleeperhold. NHL then lands a huge sleeper slam, ala Jeff Christianson, NHL lifts Storm up, pushes him in a corner. Shoulder blocks him a couple of times. We see NHL back out of the corner. We see Storm limp out and NHL lands a huge release Northern Light's suplex. We see Storm sit up, lean forward, and he tags Heir.)

HS: "Storm just got out of a bad situation."

FJ: "Heir just hopes he tagged in at a good time."

(Heir springboards into the ring with a missile dropkick. We see NHL and Heir fly up. NHL throws a punch, Heir ducks under it. NHL turns around, Heir throws a kick, NHL catches it. Heir brings his other foot up and hits NHL with a kick to the back of the head... better known as the enziguri. We see NHL fall sideways into the ropes. Heir immediately pulls him off the ropes and applies a headlock. He takes NHL over and begins to nail some illegal punches. We see Low count to four before forcing Heir to let go. We see Heir grab NHL and drag him to his corner. Heir nails an elbow drop, and then tags in Jason Storm.)

HS: "Heir and Storm working together?"

FJ: "Obviously NHL and Stevens are... Why the hell not? They know each other well enough."

(Storm climbs to the top rope, and nails a flying elbow drop. He covers NHL, but only grabs a two count. We see Storm pick NHL up and back him into the corner, nailing a couple of hard shoulder blocks. NHL falls back out of the corner nad we see Storm toss him with a belly-to-belly suplex. We see NHL fly up, kinda like Storm did, but he wasn't tossed far enough. NHL rolls forward but Storm charges across the ring and knocks Stevens off. He turns around and scrapes his boot across the face NHL. We see Storm drop down and begin choking NHL out. Once again Low intervenes and pulls Storm off. Storm is upset and has some words with Low. He grabs NHL and tosses him to the ropes. NHL responds exactly like Storm and they floor each other with a double clothesline.)

HS: "Stevens and Heir both want in. They are extended as far as they can to enter the ring."

FJ: "I really don't know who I want to win... I guess I'll take whoever Low counts to three for. That's the only safe bet in this one."

(At about 6, we see both men make a tag. We see Stevens charge in with a huge fist. Heir stands up and nails a dropkick. Stevens is back on his feet with a couple of stiff kicks. Heir hits the mat. He stands back up and charges at Stevens who ducks. Heir jumps on the middle rope. Stevens turns around and he's met with a huge splash. Heir hooks Stevens leg but only grabs a two.)

FJ: "Heir and Stevens are going back and forth."

HS: "Who will gain an advantage."

(Heir pulls Stevens up and nails a standing dropkick. Heir reaches his feet and he's met with a huge clothesline by NHL. We see NHL tag a downed Stevens. NHL walks in and puts the boots to Heir, who has found his way to the corner. NHL pulls him up and tosses him down in the middle of the ring. NHL hits the ropes and bounces off with an elbow drop. NHL covers Heir, but only grabs a two. We see NHL pull Heir up, kicks him in the stomach and lands a huge Implant DDT. NHL covers again, but this time breaks as Jason Storm enters the ring. NHL kind of spears him from his knees and begins to nail a couple of huge shots to him. NHL notices Heir getting up, but Heir crawls to a corner with Stevens. Heir reaches his feet and he's met with a forearm shiver. Heir spins around, out on his feet right into NHL's running lariat. NHL tags Stevens.)

HS: "NHL makes a hot tag to Stevens."

FJ: "Seriously... hot and Stevens again? You're making this last match hard to call."

(Stevens springboards into the ring nailing a Busaiku knee strike. We see Stevens begin to give Heir some boots to a neutral corner. Stevens pulls him up and Irish whips him across the ring. Stevens runs across the ring and nails his tidal Wave... which would better be described as a stiff kick to the skull. We see Stevens pull him up and nails a few European uppercuts. Stevens walks away, and we see Jason Storm springboard in with a huge knee to the face. Both men are down.)

FJ: "Heir has taken a beating. But Jason Storm is stomping the life out of Brian Stevens."

HS: "This can only help Heir can his bearings back."

(Heir slowly pulls himself up. He charges across the ring and nails a clothesline on Stevens who was barely standing. We see Heir nail a couple of boots before picking Stevens up. We see Heir apply a headlock, and he takes Stevens over. This time, he just chokes the life out of him. Heir reaches up and tags Storm, who immediately enters the ring and applies a frontface lock of his own.)

HS: "Stevens is struggling to make it to his corner!"

FJ: "He's done."

HS: "Maybe Stevens can make the 'hot tag!'"

FJ: "You've got to be kidding me!"

HS: "What?"

(After a long struggle, we see Stevens make a tag to NHL. Storm doesn't realize it as he drags him back to the center of the ring. NHL runs behind Storm and nails him with a huge lariat to the back of the head. NHL charges across the ring and forearms Heir down on the apron. We see him fall off for a moment. Heir slowly begins to pull himself up as Stevens rolls out of the ring. NHL grabs Storm, lifts him to his feet. He kicks him into the stomach, lifts him up in a brainbuster position and drops him with a Brainbuster DDT.)

HS: "SLAPSHOT OFF THE HOT TAG FROM STEVENS!"

FJ: "NO! YES! MAYBE!"

(NHL covers Storm for the three as referee Low makes the count, and then sits there in exhaustion. We see Heir in the ring on his knees as Storm lays there. Stevens is laying on the railing with every fan in the area trying to touch him or grab a picture.)

HS: "The former Damage, Inc. team of Nathan Hawthorne-Lee and Brian Stevens win the final main event on the final edition of Sunday Night Shock!"

FJ: "They returned to their excellence as a tag team, but one week from today, they will have to return to their excellence as opponents, when they try to beat The Legendary Low to become the FINAL AWA World Heavyweight Champion!"

HS: "Look out!"

(Suddenly Low runs over to Evan Heir and nails him with a kick right to the face. He picks Heir up and then connects with the Low Stunner, causing Heir to roll out of the ring. Low then grabs Storm by the hair and pulls him up. A kick to the gut is followed by another Low Stunner that sends Storm out of the ring as well. Low then waits for the exhausted NHL to get up. NHL slowly does and Low goes for a Low Stunner on NHL as well, but NHL grabs Low in a hoists him into the air for brainbuster DDT!)

HS: "SLAPSHOT!"

FJ: "He hit that thing out of nowhere!"

(Low rolls onto his stomach and Nathan turns to look at him. We see a small smile hit the face of NHL as turns around and looks at the fans in the Coca Cola Dome. From behind, we see Stevens slip into the ring. Nathan is unaware of his entry as he's looking out at the fans. Stevens creeps up behind NHL and raises his hands in the ai- BAM!!)

FJ: "Holy cow! Did you see that?"

(Nathan hit a perfect super kick right onto the side of Stevens' face.)

HS: "How did he know he was there?"

FJ: "It must be that mystical 'brotherly' bond or something. He's out on his feet, Herb. He doesn't know where he is.)

(NHL smiles as he sees the eyes of Brian Stevens roll around in his sockets as he tries to grab onto thin air to try to stop his plummet to the mat. But it's useless. Stevens crashes to the mat in a daze. From behind, Low grabs Nathan and lands a few knees to Nathan's lower back. NHL is whipped into the ropes but he springs out of the ropes, leaping into the air, and hits a lariat across Low's throat. Low falls back onto the ring canvas as Nathan applies the Sudden Death.)

HS: "That's the triangle choke maneuver Nathan defeated Low with at Wrestlefest VIII!"

(Low is immediately tapping his hands on the mat, signalling he's done.)

FJ: "Low's tapping? Why? Low doesn't tap!"

HS: "On the contrary he does. And maybe he wants to be as fresh as he can be for Classic, and so he wants someone to break the hold before some serious damage could be done."

FJ: "Oh, I see. I'm glad you're here to think for me Herb."

HS: "What are you going to do without me?"

FJ: "Damn! I DON'T KNOW!"

(Nathan releases the hold and we see Low roll out of the ring, clutching his right arm from being in the hold. Nathan rolls to his feet, but he's tackled to the mat by Brian Stevens!)

FJ: "Stevens is conscious once again!"

(Brian's hitting stiff shots on Nathan, who's on his back, defenseless. Nathan grabs Brian's right arm and puts it in a modified arm bar. Stevens' face goes white as he knows what's coming next, but can't stop it. Nathan wraps his legs around Stevens' neck and applies another triangle choke.)

HS: "It looks like it could be Sudden Death for Brian Stevens tonight as well!"

(Stevens is flailing his arms trying to free himself, but Nathan doesn't release. We see Brian's actions starting to matter less and less.)

FJ: "He's fading!"

(Indeed he's fading. Stevens' efforts to get out of the hold are valiant, but wasted. Eventually Stevens stops moving and Nathan releases the hold. Nathan shoves Stevens body off his own and then mounts Stevens. Nathan wraps his hands around the unconscious neck of the King of the Kage winner and long-time rival. Nathan starts to squeeze Brian's throat. Brian's face starts to get red and then a light shade of purple.)

HS: "HE'S GOING TO KILL HIM! SOMEONE GET IN THERE AND STOP THIS!!"

(Nathan releases his grip on Stevens throat and we see his chest starting to heave as his unconscious body tries to draw in some air. NHL rolls off Stevens and looks down at his own hands. He gets to his feet as the entire crowd is showing mixed reactions. Nathan calls for a mic.)

NHL: (breathing heavily) "You know... I couldn't... bring myself to do it. ... I need... to save it all... for Classic. Thanks... Thanks for all the great memories. ... These were the best... years of my life. ... Thank you!"

(Nathan drops his mic and starts to clap his hands. The fans start to cheer loudly...)

CROWD: "THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU!"

FJ: "What a glory hog."

HS: "I think those words of thanks aren't only directed towards NHL. I think they're directed towards the entire AWA as a show of support for Gray's decision. They're thanking us as much as we're thanking them."

FJ: "This is tough..."

HS: "Ladies and gentlemen, I leave you now with this message. Thank you all for welcoming us into your lives. Thank you for allowing us to entertain you and draw your attention away from life for a few moments during the week. We look forward to putting on a great performance to you and your families this coming Sunday in Los Angeles for Classic! Thanks everyone. For Frank Jackson, I'm Herb Summers signing off for the last time on the final Sunday Night Shock."

(The camera cuts to the shot we saw from the introduction of the final Shock. It's the wide angle lens from the top rafters. We see Nathan Hawthorne-Lee walking backwards up the ramp clapping his hands and we see Stevens in the ring, still unconscious and Low sitting up against the ring post looking up at NHL going up the ramp. The scene fades out to a bright white screen. No AWA logo. And then we cut to the next show on tv.)

Copywright AWA 2008