(The Parental Advisory appears on the screen, staying there for close to ten second before we fade to a black scree. This blank screen is quickly replaced by the scene of Low making his way to the ring, then being pushed from the stage to the floor by an unknown assailant dressed all in baggy black with a black mask. WE see Low hit the concrete floor with a thud and the blood begin to trickle from his head as he remains down and out on the floor. EMTs rush into the scene and as they do we fade out to Comments from the AWA Offices about Low giving up the AWA World Title.)

(After this we fade directly to a shot of the nine men already in the show with a quesiton mark in the top left corner signifying the spot that will be given to the gauntlet winner. This shot remains on our screen for a moment before it xplodes into a ball of fire which then takes us right into the Shock Theme and Video. The Theme and Video play through and then the scene fades to black and quickly after that to the jam packed Charlotte Coliseum. The crowd is going nuts and there is an obvious buzz in the air as we begin to pan around the building catching signs with captions such as "Nothing Name Ono can be Good, Just ask The Beatles!" and "Whisper Can't Beat Me!" as well as a slim number of Anti AWA slogan such as "Whisper Controls Low" and "Whisper is my Boss". We take in a few more signs before finally we end up at the announce booth with Herb and Frank.)

HS: "Hello everyone and Welcome to AWA Sunday Night SUPER Shock, LIVE from Charlotte North Carolina. I am Herb Summers and along side me is Fra..."

FJ: "I think I am old enough to introduce myself... I am Frank Jackson"

HS: "Folks, as you may or may not know, due to injuries sustained last week The Legendary Low has given up the AWA World Title, and tonight we will crown a NEW World Heavyweight Champion, in a match involving nine of the top superstars in the AWA Today, as well as one of the biggest and brightest of the future, who will be decided in just mere moments in an AWA Gauntlet match!"

FJ: "Yes, and add to that the Newley Formed Team of Legends Shane Solomon and Lars Fredrickson will take on The Fish and his NEW partner, are you ready for this? BLACKJACK!"

HS: "Add to that A No Limits Title match with Quade DeSade looking to take back his title, and much, much more. Folks this night will certainly live up to its title of Super, and then some in my opinion."

FJ: "I still can't believe that we are going to have a new World Champion tonight!"

HS: "Well we are, but there is an odd electricity in the air tonight as well, and I have a feeling that we may be in for a few surprises."

FJ: "Well as of late every time you turn around there is something happen..."

(Frank is cut off as we cut to the back where we see John Williams talking to a staff member. Suddenly we hear a man yell get him. Williams turns around and is met by a Big Boot to the face. We now see Dustin Dread pick up Williams and hit him with a powerslam on a nearby table filled with food. Dustin Dread now flees the scene of the crime with J. J. following. The camera man follows them. Suddenly they walk upon Nicholas Pride, who attacked Dustin Dread last week. We hear J.J. speak.)

J. J.: "Get him too..."

(Dustin Dread now clotheslines Nicholas Pride from behind. He then drops three straight elbows. Dustin then spits on Nicholas Pride.)

J. J.: "Don't mess with my investments... Or you'll have a really short career here."

(With Dread standing over Pride who is in obvious pain we cut back to the floor.)

HS: "What the hell, the night has hardly even started and already its chaos, Dustin Dread just took out two AWA superstars, one of whom is in the Battle Royal tonight, and the other has to wrestle in just moments in the Gauntlet."

FJ: "Well we all knew it was going to happen, this guy is nuts."

HS: "Well it also does not help that J.J just sicks this monster on anyone he does not like."

FJ: "Ain't it Great?"

HS: "It's getting out of hand."

FJ: "It's only begun, Herb... It's only begun."

HS: "Well he may live to regret it, he does have to step into the ring with Williams later in the night."

FJ: "I doubt he is scared Summers, the guys obviously fears nothing and no one."

HS: "You might be right, but someone is going to have to stop him sometime."

FJ: "Miss Ono and Whisper have a great alli in this beast, he might be unbeatable!"

HS: "Well like I said, we will find out later tonight, but right now folks its time to find out who the tenth entered into the World Title Battle Royal will be!"

(The arena goes completely dark and "Anthem for the Year 2000" begins to blast over the sound system. A single red spotlight appears at the entrance and Chris Kage appears in the middle of it. He surveys the crowd for a moment before red and white pyrotechnics go off from side to side in front of him. He then quickly runs through them on his way to the ring. He goes up the steps, goes through the ropes and waits for his first opponent.)

(A long static comes over the arena before suddenly being interrupted by “No time to cry" by Cradle of Filth. A large C overlapping a K appears on the video wall. As the main riff starts up the crowd erupts into boos and Chris Kinkade makes his way through the curtain, smirking at the crowd. He jaws with the crowd as he makes his way to the ring. Various clips of Kinkade are shown on the video wall as Kinkade slips under the bottom rope. He walks to his corner and begins to shadow box, preparing for the match. He then turns and the two men stare at each other for a few moments.)

HS: “Looks like this gauntlet match is going to start off with-”

FJ: “Two Chris’s. You’re so predictable Herb!”

HS: “Right. Well for those who don’t know what a gauntlet mach is, I will explain before it starts. Two men start out and go until one is eliminated by normal single’s rules. Once someone is eliminated the next wrestler comes in to take the eliminated one’s place. This process keeps going until there are only two wrestlers left and the winner of that match will win the gauntlet!”

FJ: “And get a shot for the World Championship later tonight in the battle royal!”

HS: “That is true Frank. But which of these men will get that shot. We are about to find out because the match just started!”

(Kage jumps the gun on the start, shooting towards Kinkade and going for a flying clothesline…that terribly misses its target. Kinkade simply watches as his quick side step avoids the attack and Kage hits into the steel post behind him with his shoulder. A loud crack can be heard and Kage falls back off the steel post into the ring, rolling around on the canvas once he reaches it. Kinkade picks him up and kicks him in the gut. He then hoists Kage into a Vertical Suplex before converting it into a Battle Cry! Kinkade wastes no time and pins Kage for a three count. Kage rolls out of the ring, eliminated.)

HS: “What a quick elimination by Chris Kinkade!”

FJ: “It looks like Chris Kage has some work to do before he can compete in the AWA!”

HS: “Who will be the next entrant!?”

("What do you see in the dark? When the demons come..." says a low whisper over the P.A just as the first strings of Godsmack’s "Releasing the Demons" plays. Postulo Amplus walks onto the ramp, and at that moment gold sparks erupt from above him, showering him. He walks down the Ramp and slides in the ring, but before he can even get up Chris Kinkade hits him in the temple with a knee lift! Amplus goes down and Chris picks him up. He kicks him in the gut and hoists him up for the Battle Cry! But no, Amplus shifts his weight, landing on his feet on the apron, still holding Kinkade in a grapple. He hoists Kinkade up and suplexes him onto the floor! Unfortunately, he falls onto the floor with him and both men are not getting up from the fall! The ref begins his count: 1…2…3…4…5…6…7…8…9…10! Both men are counted out!)

HS: “Well, that’s one of the first times I’ve seen both the suplexed man and the man suplexing being eliminated by a count out so quickly into their match.”

FJ: “Looks like they are going to have to join Chris Kage in the skill development room!”

HS: “I guess this means that two fresh opponents will start off now!”

(“Trapped” by Tupac blares on the PA system as blue lights gleam on the head of Rawstarr in total darkness. He heads down the ramp and half way down pyros in the back blow. You can see there are yellow lights everywhere in the arena as Rawstarr takes off the hood of his trench coat. He then walks into the ring, takes off his trench coat and waits for his opponent.)

(The lights in the arena suddenly dim and a dark blue light emanates from the stage. “O Fortuna” by Carmen cuts in and Mason Storm steps onto the stage. He poses for a few seconds looking around the crowd and takes a deep breath before continuing down the ramp to the ring. As he walks down the ramp he lifts his arms up and enters the ring before doing it again, looking straight at Rawstarr with a crude smile on his face.)

HS: “It looks like we might actually have a good match-up here! Mason Storm has recently turned his back on Iceman and took his place in this gauntlet match. Will he be able to take on Rawstarr?”

FJ: “I think so! This guy drove his friend’s head through a piece of plastic in a hospital! I love him already!”

(The two circle around the ring before heading in and grappling in the middle. Mason gets the upper hand and uses it to hit a Snap Suplex on Rawstarr. Rawstarr holds his back in pain as Mason quickly goes to pick him up. But Rawstarr was playing possum and quickly gives Mason a low blow! The ref did not see it because Rawstarr continued forward with a tackle. Mason is now on the ground and being set up for a Sharpshooter! Rawstarr turns him over and applies the hold! Mason quickly grabs the ropes though and Rawstarr is forced to let go of the hold before much damage can be done.)

HS: “Close one there! Mason was almost caught in that deadly submission!”

(Mason gets up and Rawstarr sets him up from a Dragon Suplex. Mason counters with an amazing burst of strength and pulls Rawstarr over his head into a huge pile driver! Rawstarr is dazed on the canvas. Mason picks him up and hits The Blackout for a three count! Mason kicks Rawstarr out of the ring and smirks with arrogance, waiting for his next opponent.)

HS: “Looks like Mason has his first semi-victory in the AWA. Can he beat three more opponents though?”

FJ: “Of course he can!”

(“Falling Down” by Breaking Point starts to play. A few seconds after his entrance music begins, Logan walks out from the entryway. As he walks down to the ring he glances around at the crowd and high fives the spectators along the walkway. He stops before entering the ring, dropping his jacket on the outside, and carefully enters the ring to take away any chance of a quick attack by Mason.)

HS: “This man may just win this gauntlet match. He has had some success in recent weeks. He won at Last Man Standing and he almost beat the monster, Brian Williams, in a singles match last week. Let’s see how he does in this match!”

FJ: “Mason will stop that streak of Logan’s!”

(Mason goes for a grapple on Logan, but Logan quickly gets Mason into side headlock before taking him down. He applies a rear chin lock on Mason, taking the energy from the rookie. Mason manages to get a second wind though and after a few moments he starts to rise. However, as soon as both wrestlers get to their feet Logan takes him down in another side headlock takeover. He continues to apply the rear chin lock, but once again Mason manages to get up to his feet. Logan goes for another side headlock takeover, but Mason stays on his feet and counters Logan into a high angle backdrop! Both men are down on the canvas and the ref starts his count. 1…2…3…4…Mason and Logan roll onto their knees…5…6…They both get to their feet, but Logan takes Mason down with a spear out of nowhere!)

HS: “What a burst of energy from Logan-look he’s applying the Chaos Breaker on Mason! Mason is in the middle of the ring and has nowhere to go!”

FJ: “Don’t tap!”

(Unfortunately for Frank, Mason is forced to tap after a few seconds of pain! Logan releases the hold and Mason rolls out of the ring, holding his leg in pain on the floor once he gets out.)

HS: “Looks like your pick is out Frank! Who will be next? There are only two more wrestlers left in this match: Nicholas Pride and Chris Cramer.”

(The lights begin to flicker while "Spit it Out" by Slipknot is blared over the PA. As the lyrics kick in, Cramer appears from behind the curtain and stands for a few seconds on the stage, looking left and right around the arena. He throws his fists up in the air while some pyrotechnics explode behind him. Cramer then makes his way to the ring and slides under the bottom rope. Logan quickly kicks him back from where he came with a baseball slide though! Cramer lands hard on the outside, but gets to his feet quickly, only to get knocked down again by a Sunset Flip over the ropes by Logan!)

HS: “It seems that Logan is not allowing Cramer to get into the ring!”

FJ: “Maybe Cramer isn’t making enough of an effort to deserve to get into that ring with Logan.”

HS: “What?”

FJ: “I don’t know…a voice just came into my head…weird.”

(Logan gets to his feet quickly, helping the downed Cramer up to his feet immediately after. He then hoists him up into a Fireman’s Carry position.)

HS: “Not on the outside! Those mats don’t give much protection from the concrete below them!”

FJ: “Do it! Do it! Do it!”

(The devil on Logan’s shoulder and Frank seem to win the decision as Logan drops Cramer head-first onto the floor via an Omega Stryke! He gets into the ring and lets the ref count Cramer out, getting a smart break from the action before the final opponent comes.)

HS: “What a devastating elimination! The match is now down to two men: Logan Alexander and the opponent about to come down that ramp, Nicholas Pride!”

FJ: “Maybe he’ll give more effort than all the others who have entered this match. So far I have only seen a good match between Mason Storm and Logan Alexander.”

HS: “Wow…Are you actually coming to the side of light Frank?”

FJ: “No…never! Forget what I just said! The best part of this match was the Omega Stryke onto the floor!”

HS: “We almost had him folks.”

(The house lights in the arena extinguish as "Tell Me" by Ra begins to play softly at first. The music picks up and colored lights flash about the arena, illuminating the figure of Nicholas Pride standing at the top of the entrance ramp. He looks out at the crowd with an impassive look on his face and then focuses on the ring in front of him. Without a hurry, Nicholas makes his way down to the ring, tightening his gloves and adjusting his glasses. He cautiously enters the ring, focusing on Logan as he goes up the steps and through the ropes. Logan allows Pride to get into the ring without any resistance, deciding to engage him in a stare-down instead.)

HS: “You can feel the intensity rising! This is going to be a good match, I can tell folks!”

(Logan and Pride walk right up to each other, standing about a foot away from one another. Nicholas breaks the stare-down with a huge jab to Logan’s face that sends Logan into the ropes. Logan comes back on the rebound and gets knocked to the ground by a Lou Thez press. Nicholas starts teeing off with lefts and rights on smaller man, using his size advantage to put more force behind each one. After a few punches Logan suddenly shifts to the side and grabs Pride’s extended arm. He quickly swivels from under Nicholas and applies a crippler crossface! Pride is waving his free hand frantically, trying to hit Logan off, but to no avail. Logan uses his expert submission skills to wrench in the hold but Pride, out of desperation, uses a sudden burst of power to push Logan off of him. Logan is quick to get up though and bounces off the ropes, going for a baseball slide that Pride just manages to get away from by rolling to the side. Logan keeps going forward though and as he stops he grabs onto Pride’s ankle, going for an ankle lock!)

HS: “Logan is being very aggressive in this match-up, but Nicholas Pride has been fending him off since the beginning. Will Logan end it hear with an ankle lock though?”

FJ: “Who cares? No one is getting destroyed, so this match sucks.”

(Pride quickly dives and reaches the ropes. Logan stops trying to get an ankle lock, but pulls Pride to the middle of the ring. Nicholas will have nothing of it though and uses his size advantage once more to throw Logan into the ropes with his legs. He then hits a drop toe hold from a lying down position on the rebound, allowing him to get to his feet once again. Logan gets up as well though and we find ourselves back at another stare-down. Both men smirk before heading to opposite sides of the ring and rebounding off. Logan goes for a dropkick to Pride’s knees, but Pride sees it coming and spreads his legs. Logan does not just fall to the ground, however, as Pride locks in a chicken wing hold on Logan as he passes underneath him. Using his superior size once again, Pride lifts Logan to a standing position. He seems to be going for his finisher, but Logan suddenly gets one of his arms under Pride’s head and hits a Chaos Stryke!)

HS: “What a counter by Logan Alexander! Is he going to capitalize with a pin?”

(Logan quickly goes for the cover and the ref counts: One…two…thre-Pride gets his shoulder off the mat! Logan slumps off to the side in disbelief, but quickly gets up. He helps Pride to his feet, then goes for a reverse Russian leg sweep, but Pride pushes him to the canvas! Pride quickly goes to the ropes, bouncing off and driving the point of his elbow down into Logan’s face on the return!)

HS: “It looks like Nicholas Pride has come back from a near defeat and is now in an advantageous spot against Logan Alexander. Does he have enough in him to finish him off though?”

FJ: “Isn’t this match over yet!?”

(Pride looks to the ground and smirks before dashing to the corner and climbing to the top of the turnbuckle. He sets his eyes on his target and leaps off for an Absolute Zero! He comes crashing down right onto his opponent’s previous location as Logan has managed to roll out of the way just in time! Logan quickly capitalizes by getting up and going to Pride’s legs, applying a Chaos Breaker in the middle of the ring! Pride has no choice but to tap out after a few moments of pain!)

HS: “Logan is the winner of the Gauntlet match! He’s got a ticket to the Battle Royal for the AWA World Heavyweight Title later this evening!”

FJ: “He won’t win, don’t get too excited. I’m just glad the match is over!”

HS: "Hell, he might just win it, anything can happen in a battle Royal Frank, it just takes one lucky night, and he seems to have just that going in his favor."

FJ: "BS, as soon as that Battle Royal begins, It's Midnight Cinderella!"

HS: "Well we will find out later tonight if Cinderella leaves the Ball with the World Title. Don't go away we will be right back with a match with two exciting newcomers."

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

(We return from commercial to see John Rourke, in a t-shirt and jeans, sitting in a metal folding chair backstage. He is watching the show on a small monitor, with an empty six-pack of beer sitting beside him. He chugs down the last bit of beer left his final bottle and tosses into the small pile of bottles at his feet. It clinks and chinks its way down and rolls to a stop a few feet away. Suddenly we hear a door open behind the camera, as John turns to look the camera pans to see Keiko Ono standing in the open door. She looks aghast at the scene before her. John shoots her a sideways smile.)

Rourke: Hey baby. I always did like the Asian women!

(Ono quickly slams the door again. Rourke’s smile disappears to be replaced with sneer. He reaches down and picks up one of the bottles and chucks it against the door. The bottle explodes into shards of glass and makes a God-awful racket. Ono jerks the door open and stares at Rourke as she shouts for security into a cell phone.)

Rourke: Now that’s better. It has come to my attention that you seem to hold the final card around here. Your two percent can swing decisions one way or the other.

(Rourke slowly stands up and walks within a few feet of Ono.)

Rourke: I’m not going to side with either Whisper or Low. I’d rather see’em both dead than either of them run this place. One thing is for sure though; no matter who runs it the AWA pays my bills. You may think the AWA killed your father… but it will be ME who destroys the rest of your family if the AWA fails! I don’t care if you sell off your two percent. I will still hold you responsible. You are the whole reason any of this started… so don’t think you can just screw shit up and not take any of the blame.

(Rourke looks to his left to see several large security guards rushing towards him.)

Rourke: Oh, and if you see Dark Warrior, tell him I’m looking for him.

(John puts his hands out and lets the guards tackle him to the floor. Moments later they have him back on his feet and begin to drag him back toward his dressing room. As this struggle ensues we quickly cut back to the floor and the announcers.)

HS: "Well, Rourke has caused yet anothe disturbance, but he might not be ready for his match tonight once those guards finish dealing with him."

FJ: "What a rotten thing to do, what kind of man disrespects one of our bosses like that?"

HS: "Well, Rourke has obviously made it clear what side he is on!"

FJ: "Yes, and he will pay for his crimes I am sure."

HS: "Well folks, its time for something we have not seen in many moons here in the AWA, we are about to have a good old fashioned Ladies Wrestling match.

FJ: "Yipeeee"

(The sound of “Stand Up,” performed by T.I. featuring Lil’ Jon, Trick Daddy, and Lil’ Wayne, begins to play in the speakers throughout the arena. At the first sound of the beat all the lights are extinguished, to be replaced by a single purple spotlight. Standing in the light is Winter. She walks seductively toward the ring, her hips swaying to the hard hip-hop beat, amid the chorus of boos from her many ‘fans.’ She climbs the ropes and positions herself in the center of the ring, her right hand on her hip and a sly grin on her face.)

FJ: Arroooga! Check that hottie out.

HS: Her name is winter.

FJ: she'd warm up to me though.

(The lights go out. A video of a neon sign that says ‘La Lune’ flickers on. “Luxurious” by Gwen Stefani starts playing as purple light fills the arena. Guinevere walks onto the stage wearing her ring attire, draped in the flag of France. Jeers flow through the crowd but she pays the audience no mind as she basks in her own glory. Guinevere walks down the ramp and slides into the ring. She folds her flag and sets it aside as she takes her position in the corner)

FJ: Le pant, le pant, le pant ...., she's French, you know that don't you.

HS: Put your tongue back in your face you're going top short out the mics.

(The bell rings and Guinevčre is straight in with a Flying Thrust Kick but Winter has her ooponent well scouted and manages to to dodge it with a gracefule side step, Winter continues the back peddling into the ropes and comes in behind Guinevčre to execute a Hair Pull Takedown. Winter maintains the hold on Charest's locks wrenching her head left and right in sharp jarring shots that threatening her neck muscles. Winter pulls her oppnent to her feet and still with her hair in her hand twists Guinevčre into a Headlock and begins tie rain punches on her poorly protectef face. Eight blows into an aborted 10-count Winter throws her victim to the ropes, and hits the ropes herself launching into a Flying Head Scissors bringing ‘La Lune’ down hard on the mat. Taking to the corner post Winter climbs. Looking for the Shooting Star Press she ignores the ref, but Guinevčrerolls away under the rope to nurse her pain.)

HS: "These ladies are impressive thus far, this might be the return of Ladies Wrestling in the AWA who knows!"

FJ: "I'm all for it!"

HS: "I figured you would be."

(Winter exits the ring to pursue only have Guinevčre turn sharply on her by grabing the turnbuckle and hoist herself in to Winters face with an improvised dropick Winter staggers back with her face covered by her hands. Pulling them away she is to late to respond as Guinevčre takes her down with a Running Crossbody. Then grabbing Winter by the hair Guinevčre rolls her opponent into the ring, and sliding in after her lays her out for the pin. Winter somehow lifts a shoulder before 2! >She then pulled to her feet and Irish Whipped to the ropes. Winter is taken down sharply by Clothesline. Guinevčre moves in and lock in an Abdominal Stretch. The ref check the hold and Winters state but she is not giving. Guinevčre calls for the ref over and over to ask Winter but each time Wnter shakes her head or screams no as she strains against the submission hold. Somehow she manages to stretch and grasp the ropes. Guinevčre tries to pull the grip clear but the referee calls for the breaks and Guinevčre has to comply, and releases Winter plays possum just long enough to land a thundercrack of open handed slap across the face of ‘La Lune’)

HS: "This one is getting violent, these ladies really want to get off on the right foot here tonight."

FJ: "That Head scissors, I have to admit got me a little bit har..."

HS: "Family show Frank!"

FJ: "Ah...Yeah!"

(Again an Irish Whip from the French lady sends he opponent to the ropes and into another Clothesline. Guinevčre wastes no time and climbs the post again, but njust as she launches into a Top-Turnbuckle Leg Drop Winter rolls clear of the impact and the ring leaving her attcker to reel from the pain of missing her mark. Outside the ring Winter walks off the ringin in her head, Guinevčre pulls hers elf to her knees and crawls to the ropes for support. She tracks her opponents path then she breaks into a sprint hitting the matt at arun and exits the ring towards Winter; for the second time this evening Winter has opponent scouted and steps back from the Baseball Slide.)

HS: "A near miss"

(Just as Guinevčre rises Winter takes her back down to the mats with a Dropkick To her Knee. Rolling in under the rope she breaks the count-out by the ref and goes after Guinevčre to coax her to her unsteady feet only to Snap Suplex back into the mats for a third time. It takes a moment for Winter to manage the unresponsive body of Guinevčre Charest and barely in time to beat the referee's count. Still not resting on her laurels Winter pullshe tries to Charest to her feet and locks in a hold of her own; a Full Nelson. She tries to pull Charest gfrom her feet but perhaps out of instinct Charest grabs the ropes denying Winter the throw. Frustrated Winter jerks her free of the ropes and completes the Suplex. Rolling Charest for the pin Charest kicks out after a 2- count Winter picks Charest back up and throws her with prejudice into the ropes but Guinevčre has grown wise to the repition and ducks under Winters telegraphed Clothesline. Turning to face a charging Guinevčre Winter is surprised to find her instead kneeling on the canvass just behind her and the timing is just too right as Guinevčre brings Winter down to her level with a hard shot to the back of her knees.)

HS: "This is still anyones ball game, but look out!!"

(The ladies are back to their feet and about to lock up when Winter takes advantage of a still groggy Charest and lands an Ace Crusher!)

HS: "She calls that move "The Coldest Winter Ever" and she might have just made it the coldest debut ever for Charest."

(Santiago covers and with Charest out cold gets the 1.......................2.........................3)

HS: "Well and impressive win in her debut here by Winter Santiago, and on a side note I dont think I have ever not heard Frank Jackson, this is a day that will live forever, why so quiet Frank?"

FJ: "Do you even need to ask?"

HS: "Well folks Womens wrestling appears to be back in the AWA, but juding by the fierce nature of these two ladies there could be alot of men that may have to watch thei.....

(We cut to the back once more where we see John Rourke's name on a dressing room. We enter to see Dustin Dread putting the boots to him, followed by a man in a black hood and mask.)

HS: "Is that the masked man that attacked Bad Blood and Damage Inc.?"

FJ: "That has to be him. Why is he helping Dread?"

HS: "Good question Frank..."

FJ: "I'll send back to my sources to find out who he is, and why he's doing this."

(Finally J. J. pulls them off, and the three men exit John Rourke's dressing room. The scene fades back to the floor and the announce booth one more time.)

HS: "Folks Dustin Dread is creating chaos in the Charlotte Coliseum, and he does not look like he plans to stop anytime soon. He and an unknown masked man just took out John Rourke. What kind of shape will Rourke be in to try and gain his revenge? We will see soon enough because that match is up next!"

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

FJ: "Ladies and Gentlmen welcome back to SUper Shock. The new AWA “Chief Global Infrastructure Coordinator” Lars Fredrickson held a press conference earlier this week assigning new positions to many former AWA employees. Earlier today the “Lead Human Relations Administrator” Jimmie “The Object Undulating Special Needs Person” was busy with his new duties handing out paychecks to everyone on staff. Let’s show you a little bit of what happened."

HS: Do we REALLY need to show this Frank?

FJ: I wouldn’t miss seeing this again for the world!

HS: ….I need a drink….

(The camera cuts to the backstage area were Jimmie is seated behind a table next to the AWA “Senior Cultural Development Specialist” El Hefe. Hefe is wearing traditional German style clothing, complete with lederhosen, a green hat, and a white puffy shirt covered by a green vest. Hefe casually takes sips from the fancy beer stein in front of him. A long line of various AWA employees are in front of the table and above the table is a large sign that reads “Paychecks.” The first person we see head to the table is Herb Summers.)

Jimmie: Name?

HS: Herb Summers.

Jimmie: Name?

HS(speaking louder): Herb Summers!

Jimmie: Name?

HS(annoyed): HERB SUMMERS!!

(Jimmie begins filing through a stack of paychecks looking for Herb’s. He finds it, and hands it to Summers. Summers reaches out for the paycheck, but is stopped by Hefe.)

Hefe: Woah woah woah! Didn’t you see the press conference earlier this week? As “Senior Cultural Development Specialist” it is my duty to make sure that ALL AWA employees comply with my new program of “Cultural Observation through Communication and Kinsmanship.” If you want to get paid, you have to state that you are, in fact, “Pro-C.O.C.K”

HS: Are you serious?

Hefe: New company policy my friend.

HS: There’s no other option?

Hefe: The only way you’re getting your paycheck is to either state that you’re “Pro-C.O.C.K.” or face the business end of my bull tazer. What’ll it be?

HS: But I have alimony to pay!

Hefe: The choice is yours Herb…

HS: Fine….

(Herb looks down at his feet, and with barely a whisper speaks)

HS: I’m “Pro-C.O.C.K.”

Hefe: Sorry, what was that? I couldn’t hear you.

HS(shouting): I’M “PRO-C.O.C.K!!!” There ya happy? I said it!

Hefe(snickering a bit): Thank you…Jimmie give him his paycheck.

(Herb snatches the paycheck out of Jimmie’s hand and steps over to the side of the table to examine his pay. Next up to the table is Nathaniel Henry Lee, who is laughing at Herb. Without saying a word, Jimmie already has NHL’s paycheck ready.)

Hefe: You know the drill.

NHL: I, Nathaniel Henry Lee, am “Pro Cultural Observation through Communication and Kinsmanship!”

Hefe: Thank-you.

(Jimmie graciously gives NHL his paycheck, and NHL walks by Herb laughing. The camera cuts back to ringside.)

FJ(laughing): I could watch that ALL day! Can we show it again?

HS: Shut up Frank….just shut-up…

FJ: "So Herb, tell me again what do you think of {Snickering} Cultural Observation through Communication and Kinsmanship?"

HS: "Folks lets move along with the show, this next match should be very interesting, two men looking to destroy another for needless assault earlier in the evening."

FJ: "Ah, then it must be time for another wrecking at the hands of Dustin Dread.

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

HS: "Rourke's had a lot to say about Dustin Dread this week."

FJ: "A little too much if you ask me. He should be glad J. J. didn't tell Dread until right before the match."

HS: "That's a good thing?"

FJ: "We'll see enough violence out of Dread that I'll be held over until the Battle Royal."

(The Omen by DMX blares over the PA and this huge man begins to walk down the aisle, followed by his manager J. J. He walks slowly, giving a suspicious look to everyone in the crowd, as if he thinks they are speculating things about him. J. J. pulls him away from the crowd. Dustin Dread grabs the top rope once he reaches the ring and pulls himself up on the apron. He eyes John Rourke as he enters the ring. J. J. follows Dread to their corner.)

HS: "This is a huge man. He's made an impact every week here since coming to the AWA."

FJ: "This guy has all the talent in the world. We also found out he has a college degree."

HS: "As John Rourke said, that doesn't make him a smart man."

FJ: "No, but it makes him a huge violent guy who can out think most of his opponents who stereotype him."

("Open You Eyes" By Alter Bridge hits the PA and John Williams emerges from behind the curtains. We hear the crowd cheer very loudly as he walks down the aisle.He quickly rolls into the ring and takes his corner.)

HS: "John Williams took no time in getting to the ring."

FJ: "I told you, he wants to end this early."

HS: "I'm not going to disagree with you on that one. He doesn't want to get hurt in this match, or it may hurt his chances for the AWA World Heavyweight Title."

(The bell rings and all three wrestlers meet in the ring. We see Rourke attempt to clothesline Dread, but Rourke's arm just bounces off the massive man's chest. Dustin Dread puts his hand on the face of Rourke and just throws him across the ring. John Williams now locks up with Dread, but Dread quickly pushes him down to the ground. Williams and Rourke look at each other, then at Dustin Dread. Rourke and Williams now run up and hit a double clothesline, which rocks the big man back into the ropes. The big man steps back up, but Rourke and Williams hit a double dropkick which sends the big man reeling again. They Irish whip Dustin Dread, but Dread bounces off the ropes and hits a vicious double clothesline on both men sending them to the mat. He picks up John Rourke and powerslams him. He now drags Rourke to the middle of the ring, and begins stomping on his back. Unknown to Dustin Dread, John Williams is back up, and bouncing off the ropes. He then clips the big man's left leg and Dread hits the mat hard, holding his leg.)

HS: "They finally got the big man down."

FJ: "How long can they keep him there."

(We now see John Williams begin to stomp the left leg of Dustin Dread. John Williams then applies a Canadian Mapleleaf to Dustin Dread. We see the big man's in pain as he attempts to crawl to the ropes. John Rourke takes this time to clothesline John Williams. Rourke quickly picks John Williams up and connects with a suplex. We see Dustin Dread roll out of the ring holding his leg. Rourke is quick to pull Williams up and apply a chinlock. He begins working Williams neck. Williams quickly attempts to power out, but Rourke just takes Williams head and hits a running bulldog. Rourke makes the cover. One... Two... And he's pulled out of the ring by Dustin Dread. Dread now Irish whips his opponent into the steal guardrail. Dread then clotheslines him into the crowd. Dread rolls back into the ring, where John Williams has reached his feet.)

HS: "William's worked on Dread's leg. Rourke worked on Williams neck."

FJ: "This is what I've been waiting for!"

HS: "What?"

FJ: "The two powerhouse wrestlers to go at it."

(The two men lock up. Williams quickly goes behind Dustin Dread and picks the big man up and slams him to the mat with a German Suplex. Williams begins dropping elbows on the back of the big man, who keeps getting up. Dread reaches his feet. Williams grabs the big man as if he's going for a powerslam, he walks towards the ropes a little with him and throws him back with a Fallaway slam. Williams goes for a pin, but only gets a two count. Dread tries to get up, but Williams lands an Implant DDT, followed by another two count. Williams now picks Dread up as if he's going for a Suplex.)

HS: "Dread just slipped drop his back."

(Williams then hits a Rick Rude style neckbreaker. He reaches his feet, but sees John Rourke flying off the top rope. Williams catches him and hits the Spinal Alignment. Williams covers Dread, but only gets a two count. He covers Rourke, and only gets a two count. Williams picks Dread up, he Irish whips him and catches him with a sleeping neckbreaker. Williams turns around to see Rourke up, and hits a belly to belly. Williams now applies a Camel Clutch to John Rourke. Dread is back on his feet after a minute of seeing the Camel Clutch. Williams let's go but Dread catches him with a huge big boot with the left leg that was worked on earlier.)

FJ: "I think Dread just hurt himself more than his opponent."

(Rourke is now up and charges the big man, but Rourke is caught with a quick choke slam. Williams now gets up, and is met with a running left boot to the face by Dread. We see Dread now hold his leg as Williams rolls out of the ring. Rourke now charges Dread, but Dread catches him on a powerslam position. Dread throws him up in the air and catches him with a bearhug, and we can see the pain in Rourke's face. After a while, John Williams rolls back into the ring. Rourke's arm has dropped two times and we see another clip on Dustin Dread's leg. Rourke lands on top of Dread, but Williams breaks the count before it can get started.)

HS: "I think Dread may have hurt himself with all of those big boots."

FJ: "Unfortunately I think you're right."

(Williams picks up Rourke, and attempts a powerbomb but Rourke punches him in the face and hits him with a huricanrana. Williams is quickly back to his feet and he's met with a quick arm drag. Dread is now back to his feet and he nails a huge clothesline on Rourke, sending him out of the ring. Williams is now distracted by J. J., who's up on the apron. We see him yelling a Williams. J. J. takes a swing at Williams but Williams catches his hand. J. J. quickly points behind Williams with his other hand, and J. J. drops off the apron. Williams turns around and Dustin Dread lifts him up in a military press position. Dread throws him up in the air and slams him down with a hard spinebuster.)

FJ: "The ABYSS!"

(Suddenly, John Rourke rolls into the ring and hits a chair shot to head of Dustin Dread. Rourke quickly goes for the cover on Williams. One... Two... Three...)

FJ: "He cheated!"

HS: "It's a no disqualifications match, Frank."

(Rourke is exhausted and falls back against the ropes as the defeated Williams rolls out of the ring. Then out of nowhere Dred makes his way back into the ring and begins to pound on Rourke, and as he is doing this the crowd begins to react, and before we can change our view to see what is going in Dark Warrior is in the ring wailing on Rourke along with Dread. DW grabs Rourke by the chin and yells into his face.)

DW: "So you're looking for me eh? Well you found me you son of a bitch!"

(The two continue to pound away on Rourke, then suddenly the crowd cheers loudly and we see John Williams has returned to the ring with a chair. He makes his way over and drills Dread over the head with it knocking the big man to one knee. He then drives the chair into the midsection of DW who is going for a right hand. Williams then puts DW's head between his legs obviously looking for the "Lights Out" but DW is quick to slip out of the move and slide out of the ring. Williams then picks the chair back up as Dread is about to come back at him. Williams is about to crown him with the chair once again but DW and JJ pull Dread out of the ring as Williams swings the chair wildly over the top rope. DW Dread and JJ make their way away from the ring mouth Williams and Rourk who is now back to his feet. Williams turns to Rourke who just stares at him and then exits the ring without much acknowledgment at all. Then with his music Playing Rourke makes his way up the ramp leaving Williams in the ring holding onto the Chair. We focus on Williams for a moment before we fade to a TV APPEARANCE for the fast approaching Wrestlefest. The TV APPEARANCE ends and we again find ourselves at the announce table. The crowd is still a buzz after the altercation we just witnessed, as the announcers try and speak over them.)

HS: "Folks, John Williams said last week that he would not sit idly by and watch as the any AWA Wrestlers were attacked brutally by the enemy, and he just backed that statement up steel chair in hand."

FJ: "Yeah, a steel chair, what kind of man needs to use a chair to deal with his problems?"

HS: "OH? Are you not the one that on many ocassions has stated and I QUOTE "Whatever Works?" Well Mr. Jackson?"

FJ: "No clue what you're talking about Summers, no clue."

HS: "Of course not. Well folks, this night has been one to rem..."

(Herb is cut off as “Parabola” by Tool hits the speakers and the crowd some old, some new stand up and let out a huge roar…a few seconds pass by as the crowd looks toward the ramp waiting in anticipation. Finally, through the curtain steps Ray Owens, the crowd goes bonkers as they all recognized the music they haven’t heard in over two years.)

HS: "OH MY GOD ITS RAY OWENS!!!"

FJ: "This has to be some sort of Joke!"

(He is wearing a pinstripe suit, a red silk handkerchief in the left breast pocket. His hair is noticeably shorter than last time he was here. His eyes however, still carry the same look of passion, anger and focus. He steps into the ring and does a spin in the middle of the ring looking at all the fans standing and cheering. He waits a minute or two for the cheering to die down and he grabs the microphone as his music stops. As happy as he is to see the fans and to be back in the middle of the ring he does not smile, not even close to it actually.)

Owens: (To the fans) Okay, okay, that’s good enough, everyone just calm down. I have a few things to say and I’m outta here. The quicker I say it the quicker I can leave.

(Eventually the cheering dies down and Owens is able to speak)

Owens: Years ago I started in the AWA as a cruiserweight, I held the cruiserweight title shortly after I arrived. I was young, I was raw but I was talented. All I needed was someone to believe in me and I could do bigger and better things than the cruiserweight title. I toiled away and found my first feud in the name of Black Dragon. We battled across this country and across the world and pushed each other to limits that had been unseen and unheard of for years in this federation.

Owens: While we battled I was approached by a man that asked me a very good obvious question. That question was what the hell are you doing wasting away in the cruiserweight division? You need to be working this hard as a main eventer, I agreed so I followed that man’s advice and became the AWA World Champion…that man was Travis Gray. He had faith in me and made me the leader of the greatest stable of wrestlers to ever grace the AWA, The Family. Along with Dave Santini and the Paramedics we wreaked havoc all across the AWA.

(The crowd cheers nostalgically for the mention of the Family)

Owens: I am here to offer my services in whatever capacity to the man that had faith in me when no one else did. Travis Gray, I am here to breakdown, beatdown and strike down anyone and everyone you need to be in order for you to own that final 2% of the AWA. I am also here asking for a little Family Reunion of sorts.

(The crowd sees where Owens is going with this and begins a low roar in excitement)

Owens: That’s right, Dave! Medics! Come join me in helping the man who helped us keep control of the AWA. The four of us together cannot be stopped!

Owens: However, I’m a smart man and I realize Dave can be a little wishy-washy and his services may not be easy to come by. So let me just say this to the anti-AWA faction.

(The camera pans in on his face.)

Owens: Lars, old friend…I can’t believe you would do this, loyalty apparently is not a trait of yours these days. I beat your ass once and it seems as though a battle once again is on the horizon between you and I. I suppose I will incur once again my brilliant ass kicking skills and beat you to within an inch of you scum-filled life. Necks will be snapped, joints will be dislocated and teeth will be knocked out…courtesy of me!

Owens: To the rest of you in the anti-AWA faction, I didn’t take the time to learn your names because is about as much as I think of your abilities. You are common men that I would never recognize on the street, nor would I care too. You are going down the wrong road here following Lars. He is only out for himself and will end up screwing you in the end. Trust me on this one.

Should you choose to follow then methodically, slowly, painfully will you suffer at the hands of the greatest technical wrestler to ever grace an AWA wrestling mat. Ask anyone who has ever faced me, win or lose they left knowing they had been in a battle. I will do that to all of you. How dare you all attempt something like this! How dare all of you drag me out of a peaceful retirement to come and do what’s right for the AWA!

I will make all of you rue the day you brought Ray Owens into this situation! It starts now…you all have a short amount of time to decide one of two things. The first option back out and act like this never happened or the second option get the living shit beat of you and wish that you had chosen option one. You decide or I’ll decide for you.

(Owens is suddenly interrupted by "Blood and Whiskey" blasting throughout the arena. Lars Fredrickson steps onto the entrance ramp, mic already in hand. Lars is visibly shaken from seeing Owens in the ring, he has a white handkerchief in one hand, wiping his eyes, and he blows his nose loudly before speaking.)

Lars(sniffling a bit): Wow..."The Hot Shot" Ray Owens...it's been so many years. I-I just can't believe that you're back. I just owe so much of my career to you...I'm sorry, this is just really, really hard for me. Did you sincerely mean the things you said about me? We used to be FRIENDS Ray....friends! Doesn't that mean anything to you anymore? Those words hurt me Ray, right here (points to his chest) in my over-sized heart...There's just...just...

(Lars, obviously heavily moved by Ray's return, pauses to blow his nose again and wipe some more tears from his eyes.)

Lars: Maybe you're right though Ray. I owe a lot to you, and to Travis Gray too. Maybe I'm playing for the wrong-side after all. That's why I came out here now...You just said it yourself, that Dave Santini probably wouldn't come back to help you out. So I stand here right now...asking you...no BEGGING you (Lars falls down to his knees) to let me be the newest member of The Family. I want to help you Ray, I want to right all of my wrongs....

(Ray stands quietly in disbelief in the ring, staring at Lars. Lars finally cracks however and starts laughing manically to the point of falling on his back. He finally stops laughing and returns to his feet.)

Lars: Geesh...I can't believe I held that laugh in for so long...(returning to his usual cocky demeanor) Now, listen up "Hot Shot" and listen good. You may be back, and you may be pledging your allegiance to Travis Gray, but all you're REALLY pledging is another check mark in the Loss column or your career. Not just your career either, but the career of any of the poor gullible souls that choose to follow you. If you really want to stand up to me, if you think you still have it in you, then let’s see you prove it…

(Lars heads down and enters the ring, Ray throws his microphone to the side, getting ready for a fight to ensue. Lars quickly places his hand up in a stop gesture.)

Lars: Woah woah woah…settle down Ray. I have more important things to worry about tonight than fighting you; I’m already fighting for the Heavyweight Championship belt later on. I just came down here, to look you in the eyes…

(Lars takes a few more steps closer to Ray, and gets right in his face. Neither man breaks eye contact)

Lars: Ray, we may have had our share of battles in the past, however, now everything is completely different. This is no longer a battle over gold, or a battle over respect…this is a battle…no a war to end it all. Your return to the ring tonight doesn’t make you a messiah, after Wrestlefest is said and done, and the last fleeting breath of the AWA has ceased…you’ll be nothing more than a martyr…

(Lars lowers the microphone from his mouth, and both men continue to stare each other down, hatred burning in each of their eyes. Suddenly Jimmie “The Object undulating Special Needs Person” slides into the ring behind Owens, hitting him with a deafening chair shot to the back of the head. Crappie Jack the wrestling Pirate, George Prince, El Hefe, and Shane Solomon quickly emerge from the crowd and slide into the ring. The beat-down of Ray Owens ensues. Solomon slaps on his signature Sharpshooter as the rest of the men in the ring proceed to stomp on Owens. Solomon breaks the hold, as Lars head to the top ropes and gives the signal for the “7 Years Down” 450 splash. Suddenly “Welcome to the Jungle” by Guns ‘n Roses hits the PA.

(The crowd erupts immediately, the realization hitting them instantly. It has been years since we last saw Jonathan Lightning and Steven Striker---better known as The Paramedics, arguably the greatest tag team in the history of the federation--- in an AWA ring. But here they are---Lightning sporting a dark blue button-down shirt and white pants, Striker, a white button-down shirt and black jeans, sliding into the squared circle, a chair in each hand.)

(Despite having the numbers in their favor, the anti-AWA faction look at each other in confusion and fear. This is all the Medics need, as they pounce on Jimmie “The Object Undulating Special Needs Person” and El Hefe with hard chair shots to their skulls. Solomon and Crappie Jack look at the layed out henchmen before them and decide to make a run for it, but only Solomon manages to escape the weapon-wielding Jonathan Lightning, barely getting through the ropes to the concrete floor. Jack, however, isn't so lucky, as Steve Striker grabs him by the shoulder and pulls him to mid-ring.)

(Lightning, as stern a look as he's ever had, points from Crappie Jack to Lars, who's now sitting comfortably on the top ropes. He has an arrogant smile on him, and seems to be mouthing the words "Go right ahead," extending his arms to the scene about to unfold in the ring. The Medics, as if on cue, hit the chairs twice against the mat and deliver a devastating double shot to the noggin of the Pirate, knocking him out cold. The tag team's attention finally turns to the former AWA Heavyweight Champion, who's smile is now gone, replaced by a look of pure dread. They immediately rush at him with the chairs, but, with the quickness of a cat, eludes them, jumping out of the ring. He hops the guard rail into the audience, joining Shane Solomon, who has been waiting for him. They both smile as they look on at the seething Medics)

(Lightning gestures for the mic from the outside, and is quickly given it)

Lightning: Bravo, Fredrickson, bravo! (turns to watch as Striker is helping Ray Owens to his feet) What happened? Couldn't live with the fact that The Hotshot beat you all those years ago? Needed help from a few of your cronies to make you feel like a man again? You've got no balls...yeah, you too, Solomon, you has-been. Get those smirks off your face. You have no idea what you've just unleashed!

(A lighter pop now as Travis Gray runs down the aisle and joins the Medics and the hurting Owens. He whispers something in Owen's ear, who responds with a nod. He then whispers in Lightning and Striker's ears)

Lightning: We might be missing one man here, but we know he's here in spirit. Fredrickson, Solomon....this is family. And you know what they say? It's good to be family...but not for you!

(He drops the microphone and in a show of unity all four men raise each other's hands. "Parabola" is almost completely drowned out by the deafening crowd. Lars and Solomon, having seen enough, exit through the aisle Then as we are watching the two men flee we cut to the back were we see a man in black walking in the back, near the entrance to the stage. Suddenly Damage Inc. appears.)

NHL: "Bloody HELL!"

BS: "What is it Henry?"

NHL: "That's the bastard that attacked us before Classic!"

(We now see Brian Stevens look over at him. Suddenly, the man looks at them, and pushes a button on his cell phone. The man begins to run with Damage Inc taking chase. the man runs through the curtain, followed by Damage Inc. Dustin Dread, however was standing there and hits both members of Damage Inc. with a clothesline. Dustin quickly picks Brian Stevens up and powerbombs him back through the curtains. The masked man picks Henry up and hits a European Uppercut, followed by a picture perfect dropkick from the masked man. Dustin then applies a Full Nelson. Security quickly breaks this up before Damage Inc. can be finished off. and as they are seperated we fade to commercial)

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

(As we come back from break, we focus on the entrance ramp as the lights go dim and then we hear the small progression of chords begin at the beginning of Metallica's "Damage, Inc." Green and white lights begin to strobe as Nathaniel Henry Lee and Brian Stevens emerge from the back. Sarah Hawthorne follows close behind as NHL and Stevens stand on the ramp. The two determined superstars are perched proudly atop of the stage and look around at the crowd. NHL spits a mouthful of water, spraying it across the stage as he looks at the crowd members. Brian Stevens looks around the crowd, ignoring the jeers and taunts from the fans with a smug and cocky look upon his face. The two begin to make their way towards the ring with Sarah following close behind. Brian Stevens slides into the ring and starts beating his chest cockily center ring, rotating both arms until he throws both arms open and lets the fans bask in his glory. NHL pulls himself onto the ring apron and helps his wife into the ring, holding the middle and bottom ropes open for her to enter between. NHL climbs to the second turnbuckle and raises his arms in the air, soaking in the crowd's hatred. Brian Stevens climbs the adjacent turnbuckle and jaws at the fans. Brian drops off the turnbuckle and meets with NHL in their corner. NHL whispers into his wife's ear as both men meet and talk strategy amongst themselves, waiting patiently for their opponents.)

HS: “Well, there they are. Damage, Incorporated.”

FJ: “These boys look determined, Herbie. After their big match last week, they are AGAIN entered into a big multi-man match.”

HS: “Well, here’s hoping that no man in black assaults their competition before the bell rings like with what happened with “The Legendary” Low last week.”

FJ: “Oh, come on! Are you trying to tell me that Damage, Inc. had something to do with Low’s injury!? They both were in the ring when it happened!”

HS: “Where was John Rourke!? He’s in Damage, Inc. and has all the motive in the world!”

FJ: “Wait…John Rourke is still in Damage, Inc.?”

HS: “I…I think so. I guess I’m not too sure, either. He DOES still have a motive, though.”

FJ: “Oh man! This whole ‘who shot Low’ thing is better than ANYTHING CSI could put together!”

(Give It All by Rise Against starts playing. Both Terry and XTJ come out, Terry to the right end of the stage and XTJ to the left. They go to the very edge of each side and waves a Canada and a Quebec flag. The two walk down the ramp and slide under the bottom rope into the ring. They then spring up and go to top of the turnbuckles in front of them. Terry goes to the right and waves his flag, then perches it on the top rope as XTJ does the same on the left. Both simultaneously dismount the turnbuckle and head to their corner and attempt to shake hands with Damage, Inc., but both Stevens and NHL decline as they await their pponents…)

HS: “Well. That was very classy by Damage, Inc.”

FJ: “Well, they do exude class.”

HS: “Oh, give me a break. I was being sarcastic! These guys, Damage, Inc., they are a bunch of arrogant, self-righteous a-holes!

FJ: “Ouch. Way to use harsh letters.”

HS: “Shut up, Frank.”

FJ: “Or what? You’ll call me a s-head? Whatever. Nerd.”

(A court bailiff walks out onto the stage, wired with a microphone. The bailiff speaks…)

BAILIFF: "All rise, the Honorable Judge Mental presiding!"

(The sound of a gavel striking twice cues in "Keep Away" by Godsmack. When the rifts pick up, The Judge enters the arena with no special lights or pyro. He walks to the ring with determination. He walks up the steps and steps through the middle and top ropes. BIG MISTAKE! Damage, Inc. explodes out of their corner, pushing both of The Canucks out of the way, and immediately attack Judge Mental before he even gets a chance to get out of his entrance gear! NHL backs Mental into the corner and signals for Stevens. Brian gets across the ring and explodes in with a Tidal Wave! Stevens holds Mental up and NHL comes rushing in with Double Knees to the chest of Mental. The Judge slumps into the corner and Stevens smiles as he rushes in and drills Mental with a running knee strike! Damage, Inc. laughs…but The Canucks have seen enough! They both grab Stevens and NHL and turn them around and start yelling at them! While this is going on, the fans erupt as, from the back come Andreas Lasiewicz, Cynder, AND Brian Williams! Their opponents see them coming and immediately get out of the ring!)

HS: “Here comes the cavalry! Three of the men that will, later this evening, be involved in the AWA World Heavyweight Championship battle royal!”

FJ: “GOD! You are such a tool.”

(The bell rings and Damage, Inc. and The Canucks both step up and back into their corner. Brian Williams steps into the ring to start the match out for his team and Brian Stevens does the same for his. Both men get face to face. Williams looks pissed and Stevens looks smug and cocky. No surprise there. Stevens opts to bitch slap Brian Williams. Not once. But twice! Stevens laughs as Williams starts chasing him around the ring. Stevens, out of nowhere, somersaults to his corner and tags in Terry James. Williams grabs James by the throat and brings him in the ring the hard way. Williams keeps his eyes on Stevens as he gives Terry THREE short-arm clotheslines! Brian smiles and waves at Williams and Brian gets angrier, if that was even possible. Williams finally turns his back to Stevens and kicks James in the gut and whips him into his teams corner with authority. James hit’s the turnbuckle and crumbles to the mat. Williams tags in Andreas Lasiewicz and Lasie brings James up to his feet, only to deliver a series of European uppercuts. Andreas backs Terry up into a neutral corner and starts unloading with some stiff haymakers. Andreas backs out and plays to the crowd before getting a full head of steam and drilling James with a dropkick in the corner. Terry slumps down, and again, Andreas plays to the crowd and almost identically, he charges in and another dropkick is delivered to the lungs of Terry James. James tries getting out of the corner, but he is having trouble breathing. Lasie goes for the cover, but XTJ is able to break it up before a three. Lasie brings James to his feet and brings James to his teams corner and tags in Judge Mental, who still looks to be feeling his attack from earlier. Regardless, The Judge enters the ring and grabs an arm of James. The Judge applies a standing armbar before attacking the shoulder of Terry James with some shoulder strikes. Terry tries to cartwheel out of the hold, but Mental counters and hip tosses James to the mat. Judge Mental brings James up and hit’s a Russian Leg Sweep and floats over into a cover, but again, XTJ is there to break it up. The ref starts talking to XTJ to tell him to stay in his corner…and THAT is the perfect opportunity for Damage, Inc. to do some damage! NHL sneaks into the ring and gives The Judge a low blow. He drags Terry James to his corner and gets the refs attention as he tags himself in.)

HS: “As much as I hate to admit it, that was very wise on the part of Nathaniel Henry Lee. James looked like he could be pinned at ANY time.”

FJ: “And also, NHL gave The Judge the great equalizer. A shot to the nads.”

HS: “Yes. Yes he did. But ‘nads,’ Frank? How old are you?”

(With Mental on the ground, NHL dropkicks the head of Mental. NHL follows that up with a blatant choke and holds it for a four count. NHL smiles as he stomps away on the fallen Mental. NHL tags Stevens in and they clobber Mental with their Backbreaker/Double Stomp combo. Stevens stays on Mental, locking him up with a Muta Lock. After a good minute, The Judge is able to get to the ropes…but Stevens holds it until 4. Again, Brian tags out to NHL and again, these two double team Judge Mental, this time taking him down with their Backbreaker/Springboard Kick combo. From the Spinebuster, NHL flips The Judge over into a Boston Crab. The Judge tries to make it to the ropes, but can’t. He’s stuck in the middle of the ring for a good 30 seconds before Andreas gets into the ring and breaks up the action by shoving NHL off of Judge Mental. NHL immediately tags back in Brian Stevens and NHL tosses The Judge into a neutral corner. NHL falls to his knees and the duo look to hit their Assisted Shinning Wizard, but Judge Mental rolls out of the way in the knick of time! NHL is prepared, however, and hit’s a brutal running knee strike to the temple of The Judge. Stevens hit’s a knee drop and the combo completes with a top rope knee drop from NHL. Stevens goes for a cover, but Brian Williams comes in and makes the save! Brian Williams doesn’t stop, however, and mounts Stevens and starts pounding away at the skull of the upstart!)

HS: “Finally! Brian Williams is getting his hands on that apprehensible Brian Stevens!”

FJ: “Wrong, Herb! What Brian Williams doesn’t realize is that his idiotic quest for revenge is cause a distraction and NHL is about to cash in on that mistake!

(NHL DOES cash in on the Williams/Stevens cluster and opts to, again, punch Judge Mental in the ‘nads.’ The referee is finally able to get Brian Williams out of the ring and this match is back to one on one. Stevens brings Judge Mental up and looks to be going for a hangman’s neckbreaker…but instead drops his opponent head first on his knee! Mental stays up, holding his neck, and this gives Stevens the perfect opportunity to hit a Rolling Neck Snap. Brian smiles and heads to his corner and ascends the turnbuckle…but while this is going on, XTJ tags himself in. This doesn’t stop Stevens as he flies off and hit’s a wicked double stomp on the chest of Mental. The Judge starts flopping around the ring, trying to get air into his lungs…)

FJ: “Those stupid, pesky Canadians! Stevens and NHL had this thing all wrapped up! He just dropped a double stomp on The Judge and this dumb kid tags himself in!? STUPID!”

HS: “They weren’t even getting a chance to come in! Brian Stevens and Henry kept them out of the equation! They don’t get paid to watch the action.”

FJ: “No. They don’t. I do! Ha ha. Sweet, sweet irony!”

(XTJ doesn’t go for a cover, but rather brings Judge Mental up and proceeds to bring him back down with a standing fireman’s carry. XTJ follows that up with a rear Chinlock. Judge Mental starts firing up after about 30 seconds! He starts getting the blood flowing again. Mental gets to his feet and XTJ switches to a standing side head lock. Judge Mental finally is able to push XTJ and sends him to the ropes. Mental looks for a hip toss, but XTJ counters into a nice Hurricanrana! Mental gets right back up, though! He charges at a shocked XTJ and takes him down with a clothesline! Then another! Mental goes for another, but XTJ ducks! Both men, on the turn around, clock each other and both are down! XTJ tries getting to his feet on the eight count…but it’s too late! Judge Mental tags in Cynder! Cynder takes XTJ down with a running Kitchen Sink! Terry James rushes in and he gets dropped with a Lifting Sit Out Spinebuster! Stevens and NHL both rush in and they are promptly taken out by Williams and Lasiewicz and all four head to the outside and brawl! Cynder tosses Terry James to his teams corner and Cynder charges in with a splash! However, his hand hit a recovering Judge Mental and he’s now the legal man! The Judge gets back into the ring and starts pounding away on the skull of XTJ! Cynder, in the meantime, clotheslines Terry James up and over the ropes and onto the floor and follows right after him! The Judge signals for the end and sets up XTJ for his Contempt finisher…but Jeff counters with a quick series of elbows and instead he hits his Side Effect! XTJ immediately goes for the cover and gets the three!)

HS: “There is your winner, ladies and gentleman! The Canucks AND Damage, Inc.! What a win!”

FJ: “That gives Stevens and NHL some momentum going into the Battle Royal later tonight. It also proves that Damage, Inc. did all the work and The Canucks just capitalized on everything they did earlier in the match.”

HS: “Are you serious? The Canucks have been on a roll as of late and you call it luck!?”

FJ: “No. Actually, I think I called it opportunism.”

HS: “Not a bad match.”

FJ: “Meh. Judge Mental looked like a hack.”

HS: “Oh, please! If he didn’t get jumped before the bell rang by Damage, Inc. I guarantee that this match would be a different story! Judge Mental is one of the AWA’s BIGGEST prospects! I don’t blame him OR any of his very talented tag partners for the lose tonight!”

FJ: “Listen to yourself for once!? You are such a tool!”

(The men on the losing team begin to make their way up the ramp toward the curtain.)

HS: "Well for a number of these men this was just a warm up to the big game."

(Cynder walks through the curtain and is met with a steel chair shot to the head. Suddenly Lasiewicz runs through and attempts to fight Dustin Dread. He doesn't notice that J. J. is behind him. J. J. rears his leg back and splits the uprights. Lasiewicz goes down on the ground in pain. Dustin Dread now comes down on his face with the steel chair. Suddenly Brian Williams runs through. He hits a huge punch to the face, causing Dustin Dread to drop the chair.)

HS: "Finally some resistance."

FJ: "This looks bad for Dustin Dread."

(Dustin fires back. The two giants begin delivering punches, almost to see who toughest man is. We see security try to break this up, but Dustin Dread runs through and attempts a clothesline. Brian Williams ducks. He catches Dustin Dread with a boot to the Stomach. Brian Williams then lands an implant DDT. He quickly stands up and begins putting the boots to Dustin Dread. He turns to J. J. and just throws him to the ground and walks away like only Brian Williams can.)

HS: "Well, I guess I was right when he said he would get what was coming to him. Brian Williams just showed Dustin Dread who the real Monster of the AWA is!"

FJ: "Yeah, well I am sure that Dustin will have something to say in return, Mr Williams best watch himself."

HS: "I am sure Brian Williams will be just fine."

FJ: "At Last Man Standing Keiko Ono announced that the AWA Manhattan Offices would be split with the newly re-opened Little Rock offices. Finances between the two offices were also split. The new AWA “Principal Monetary Reassessment Engineer,” Crappie Jack the Wrestling Pirate, was placed in charge of this. Here’s what happened earlier in the week." (The camera cuts to President Gray’s office in Manhattan. Gray is busy talking on the phone with a client, fiddling with a pencil. Suddenly Crappie Jack swings from a rope smashing through the glass window in the office with a large cutlass in his mouth. Gray quickly goes silent on the phone and drops the pencil in his hand. Without a word, Crappie Jack grabs a large office plant off of the floor.) Jack: Arr…this great booty will surely spicen things up in Lars’ cabin! (Crappie Jack, plant in hand, stumbles on his peg leg back to the rope, and quickly swings out of the window. Gray stares blankly in disbelief at the place where his office plant used to be, and drops the phone from his hand. He begins muttering “Daisy” over and over again as the camera cuts back to ring-side.)

HS: "What a mess this is becoming, things are getting out of control, I just hope it does not last much longer."

FJ: "Now Herb, you are going to need to relax, and give show a little respect to your bosses."

HS: "Hell NO I WON'T, these people are making a mockery of this business, and I am not going to stand for it, I will not sit back and kiss as like you are doing you timid old man."

FJ: "OLD? WHO THE HELL ARE YOU CALLING OLD?"

(The tension is obvious between the two announcers, but before anything can happen

(We Are the Champions by Queens blares over the PA and we hear a chorus of boos for Shane Solomon as he appears on top of the stage in his sliver and black sequined robe. He walks down the ramp and rolls into the ring. He begins stretching in the far right corner.)

HS: "Here is former United States Champion Shane Solomon."

FJ: "Also handled commish duties as well."

(Blood & Whiskey blasts over the PA and we hear the crowd begin to boo The Man That May Just End Your Career as he walks down the ramp. He rolls into the ring and walks over to Shane Solomon. They begin talking strategy while awaiting their opponents.)

HS: "Lars Fredrickson is talking strategy with Solomon... a scary thought."

FJ: "MR. Fredrickson was once the AWA tag team champions by himself. I'm sure he's telling Shane to follow his lead and you'll have gold soon enough. Not that Shane couldn't do this on his own."

(Erie music hits and the lights change to a blue tint and move in a way to make it seem that the whole arena is under water along with the underwater lighting comes lights that show aces of spades all through out the arena and on the AWAtron, "Maxwell Murder" by Rancid hits and the crowd erupts in cheers as water shoots from the stage at the same time that sparks fly out from the corners of the AWAtron. Fish and Blackjack come running out of the back each slapping the pre-outstretched hands of the fans on either side of the ramp way, they do this going all the way around the ring then meet by the announce tables and give each other a big jumping high five and yelling "BAM!" Blackjack slides into the ring and Fish slingshots himself over the top rope. We see Lars and Solomon quickly back up as the opponents entered on their side of the ring.)

HS: "The Aquatic Aces surprise Solomon and Fredrickson."

FJ: "They are lucky that Mr. Fredrickson and Solomon don't attack them right now."

(As if on que, Solomon and Lars go for a quick clothesline on their opponents, but in unison, the Aquatic Aces both duck, turn around and hit dropkicks on their opponents knocking them out of the ring.)

HS: "It doesn't look like BlackJack's missed a beat."

(The Aces now back in the corner near the entrance. They take off their belts and hand them to the referee. The Fish seems to be starting as BlackJack steps through the ropes. Lars and Shane seem to be talking this out on the other side. Lars enters the ring, saying he's starting first. The bell finally rings and the match is underway.)

FJ: "Lars will get revenge."

(Lars and the Fish lock up. We see Lars apply a quick side headlock. The Fish quickly sticks his leg on the back of the knee of Lars, sending Lars down to one knee, and slips his head out of the hold as Lars doesn't want to fall down. The Fish backs up and hits the ropes and delivers a quick dropkick to the face of Lars Fredrickson. Lars rolls into his corner and tags out to Shane Solomon.)

HS: "A quick tag out for Lars Fredrickson once he met the current World Cruiserweight Champion."

FJ: "Lars is a former featherweight champion, he's no fool when it comes to wrestling smaller, faster opponents."

HS: "That was some time ago... Since then, the Fish and BlackJack took that division to new heights."

(Shane Solomon tries to rush the Fish, but the Fish quickly grabs him in a Judo Toss.The Fish now applies a side headlock. Shane Solomon quickly applies a head scissors, but the Fish kips up out of it. Solomon is quickly to his feet, but he's brought down with a huricanrana. The Fish quickly tags BlackJack. BlackJack Jumps over the top rope, springboards off the second rope and hits a moonsault on a standing Shane Solomon. The referee begins to count. One... Two... and Solomon kicks out.)

HS: "He surprised Solomon there."

FJ: "Lucky move from that bum who had his title handed to him."

(Shane Solomon is quickly to his feet, but BlackJack begins giving him a couple of right jabs, followed by a left hook that sends Solomon into the corner with the Fish. He tries to throw a punch at the Fish, but the Fish counters with a knife edge chop. Shane Solomon heads back to the center of the ring and is hit with a right uppercut by BlackJack. He turns straight into another knife edge chop from the Fish. BlackJack now takes the oppertunity to hit the three amigos.)

HS: "Solomon is being dominated early. Those three Suplex's could do it."

FJ: "It's just ring rust. He'll get back to the top of his game."

(BlackJack makes the cover. One... Two... Lars Fredrickson pulls BlackJack off. Lars Pulls BlackJack up and nails a quick DDT. He also grabs Shane Solomon and drags him over to their corner. Lars exits the ring and tags Shane's hand. He's quickly in the ring and begins to drop elbows on BlackJack. After about five of them, he picks BlackJack up, and puts him on his shoulders. He runs and hits a Running Spicoli Driver. Lars now drops a knee across the face of BlackJack.)

FJ: "Mr. Fredrickson has quickly taken control of this match."

HS: "After some rather questionable tactics."

FJ: "Or great decisions."

HS: "I really doubt that."

(Lars now applies a rear naked choke on BlackJack. We hear BlackJack gasp for air. The Fish quickly springboards in and and hits dropkick to the back of Lars Fredrickson's head. We see Lars release the hold. Shane Solomon now tries to run in and attack the Fish, but the Fish ducks under the big clothesline. Shane turns around and the Fish hits a drop toe hold where Solomon's head lands right in the crown jewels of Lars Fredrickson.)

FJ: "That's a questionable tactic!"

HS: "The Fish never knew that Lars turned like that after the dropkick."

FJ: "He didn't bother to look either."

(We see the Fish throw Shane Solomon out of the ring. The Fish now exits the ring. We see BlackJack is now on his feet, as Lars tries to pull himself up by the ropes. BlackJack runs and hits a 3.0 on Lars Fredrickson. He quickly tags in the Fish. BlackJack and the Fish quickly execute a climb up enziguri/calf kick combination. The Fish makes the cover. One... Two... and Shane Solomon pulls Lars Fredrickson out of the ring. They begin heading back to their corner talking strategy. One... Two...)

HS: "Looks like they are talking more strategy."

FJ: "They are just saying that it's time to take control of the match and implement the first strategy."

HS: "You're saying they didn't do it before?"

(Four...The Fish climbs out of the ring onto that side of the ring, restarting the count. One...As Lars and Shane turn the corner, they see the Fish jump off and nail a shooting star press from the ring apron, knocking both men down. Three... BlackJack now runs over and does an Asai Moonsault landing on all three men who were already down. Four... Five... The Fish slowly gets up, followed by BlackJack. Six... The Fish picks Lars Fredrickson up and rolls him into the ring, and BlackJack does the same thing to Shane Solomon. Fish rolls into the ring after his opponent. Shane Solomon quickly hits a desperation spear knocking BlackJack off the ring apron. He climbs out of the ring and crawls to his corner. The Fish Irish whips Lars into the ropes. Lars hand hits Shane Solomon's hand, as Lars rebounds off the ropes and is hit with a calf kick with a float over cross body.)

HS: "He could have him here."

(The referee doesn't count.)

HS: "Is this Lars Fredrickson's doing?"

FJ: "No, Lars tagged out!"

(We now see a replay of Lars tagging Solomon while hitting the ropes. Solomon hits the ring, and attempts an elbow drop, but Fish rolls off of Lars. We see Solomon hit Lars with an elbow. Solomon now looks up set. The Fish runs at him, Solomon throws a clothesline, but the Fish ducks. The Fish springboards off the middle rope into a back flip, grabbing Shane Solomon's head, and then drops him with a reverse DDT. The Fish quickly tags in BlackJack.)

HS: "What a move!"

FJ: "I can't believe what I just saw. Thank God Lars rolled out of the way."

(The Fish quickly tags BlackJack. The Fish mounts the top rope as BlackJack nails an Implant DDT. The Fish BlackJack then quickly mounts the other rope. The Fish comes off with a shooting star leg drop, at the same time, BlackJack comes off with a 450 Splash. The referee counts as BlackJack lays on Shane Solomon for the cover. One.. Two... Lars tries to interfere but the Fish runs and hits a lethal knee to the face of Lars, knocking him off the apron. Three...)

HS: "ACES WIN! ACES WIN!"

FJ: "I can't believe he'd knee Mr. Fredrickson like that."

(Swing Life Away by Rise Against blares over the PA and the crowd cheers. We see the referee hand the tag titles to The Aquatic Aces. The Aces both jump up and hit a high five yelling BAM!)

HS: "What a match, the Aces defeat the Legends, what a shot to the Anti AWA Alliance there."

FJ: "Yeah, Yeah, it is not over yet Summers, so put your trophy away."

(As the the participants are leaving the ring the lights of the arena dim until the entire arena is covered in total darkness. As a crimson strobe light flahes onto the rampway 'Falling away from me' hits the PA system but no one comes out of the curtian to answer its call.)

HS: What in the world is happening now?

FJ: Yeah! Who dares intreupt the celebration!?

Mystery voice: Like so many you thought you could destroy me. Nine long months i waited. Nine long months i watched. Nine whole months i planned.

HS: What the...Where is that voice comeing from?!

(Still no one came out of the curtain as the red light faded and the lights flickered there way back on. The crowd was in stunned silence at what they saw at the moment the lights turned back on.)

HS: Frank, The ring!

FJ: I can see it! Who is it?

HS: I have no idea.

(Standing in the center of the ring was the man the two were talking about. Covered from head to toe in a black cloak with a hood covering his head. A mic was raised to the hood as he continued.)

Mystery man: Whom do i speak of? Perhaps it is Brian Williams, or perhaps not. Perhaps it is Low, or perhaps not. Perhaps it is John Williams, or perhaps not. Nine long months of rehab to repair the damage you caused, But you failed in one particuler thing. You failed to finish the job!

HS: I...I think i know this that is!

FJ: Don't leave us hanging man!

Mystery voice: But you can bet i WILL finish the job when i start it!

(Before Herb could reveal who he thought the robed man was he ripped off the robe and hood. The camera panned from his boots to his head as the crowd exploded. Black books, Black leather tight fitting pants, no shirt. Long wavy black hair covering a black and purple mask.

HS: OH MY GOD! ITS SNAKE!!!

FJ: I thought NHL killed him!

SNAKE: Nathan, Nathaniel or whatever you call yourself now, I am here for vengence! NATHAN! The end is here!

(The arena darkens again for a matter of moments, and when the lights return Snake is nowhere to be found.)

HS: "My God, what else could possibaly happen tonight."

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

HS: "Welcome back folks, and for those of you who were away from your sets just before the break take a look at what just took place."

(The scene fades to that of the return we just saw, we see the cloaked man appear followed by his strong words, and finally the removal of the robe to reveal that Snake has returned to the AWA and he is out to get the man that nearly ended him, NHL.)

HS: "Frank, I was not expecting this at all, I figured that it would be a barn burner of a night, but this is crazy, first Ray Owens and The paremedics, and now Snake, what else could possibaly happen."

FJ: "Lets see..... Perhaps a NEW WORLD CHAMPION!"

HS: "Thats right folks we still have two championship matches for you, of course as Frank just said we will crown a new World Champion, but right now its time for a Last Man Standing Rematch, as Dark Warrior defends his No Limits Title against the man he took that title from at Last Man Standing, Quade DeSade!"

FJ: "Now this one should be great, a fight on the outside, let the blood flow!"

***********SUMMARY***************

(The match starts out furious with both men landing some vicious high impact moves. Dark Warrior takes an advantage after posting DeSade. He begins to work DeSade's back over slamming him repeatedly into the guard rail. He then goes for a leg drop off of the ringside railing but DeSade moves aside and DW appears to injur himself slightly. DeSade then begins to work DW over and eventually thanks to a barrage of Chair shots busts him open. DeSade gets a number of near falls, but DW some how keeps getting up, eventually DW magages to catch DeSade with a superkick into this chair and both men go down and now both are bleeding. They both eventually make it to their feet and begin to brawl again. Eventually DeSade gets the upper hand and after a piledriver on the cement he covers for the three count!!!)

**********END SUMMARY************

HS: "What a victory by DeSade, obviously Dark Warrior had other things on his mind, but DeSade wrestled a hell of a match and that is why the No Limits Title is back around his waist."

FJ: "Yeah, and Dark Warrior after competeing in this war still has to step into what will be no less than a grueling battle royal in just a few moments."

HS: "Yes, folks right now its time for what should be our last commercial break of the night, but don't go away, the World Title is on the line NEXT!!"

(As we are about to cut ou to commercial we cut through the back where we see a brief spot of Damage inc. speaking with Lars Fredrickson and Shane Solomon, Lars motions Damage Inc into his dressing room and the two accept, and as Lars and Shane follow them in we fade to commercial.)

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

FJ: "Oh Herb, I can't wait for the next match to start!"

HS: "Ladies and gentlemen, starting in a moment, we have the over the top rope Battle Royal where the winner is declared the NEW AWA World Heavyweight Champion."

FJ: "And the reason for this is all because someone put Low out of commission. I don't know who did it, but whoever it was, they sure dispatched of him without prejudice."

HS: "So, with Low no longer able to fullfill his duties as the AWA Champ, it has been decided that there is a 10-man Battle Royal, featuring the best the AWA has to offer."

FJ: "And some rookie who doesn't belong here."

HS: "Well, that's arguable, but he's still in the match, regardless."

(Falling Down by Breaking Point hits the PA and a few seconds after his entrance music begins, Logan walks out from the entryway. As he walks down to the ring, he glances around at the crowd, and high fives the spectators along the walkway. He climbs the ring steps and goes between the top and second rope, then walks around to each side of the ring encouraging the crowd to respond. He removes his jacket and drops it to the outside of the ring.)

FJ: "What a lucky idiot. He's just a lucky guy to be stuck in a match like this...somewhere he doesn't belong."

HS: "Logan Alexander fought just as hard tonight to be here just like everyone else did."

FJ: "Yeah, ok. It doesn't matter, he still doesn't belong here."

("Open You Eyes" By Alter Bridge starts to play in the arena and John Williams comes out from the curtain. He makes his way towards the ring. He climbs inside and he shakes the hand of Logan Alexander, showing good faith for winning his Gauntlet mtach.)

HS: "You see, I'm not the only person who likes the sight of Chaos Strike in the ring."

FJ: "Shut up. You don't know anything."

(Logan cringes as John shows a face of contempt for this next person as the lights go out. As the ominous opening chords begin to build from the "Harvestor of Sorrow" by Metallica, after a long pause, a single deep bluelight falls on the ramp way. Smoke billows from the entrance creating an ominous haze, from within the haze we see the seven monster’s silhouette as he pauses, The dense mist follows Williams all the way to the ring until he steps over the top rope and awaits for the others.)

HS: "Here's former AWA World Heavyweight Champ and 2005 Hall of Fame Inductee, Brian Williams."

FJ: "A sure fire favorite heading into this match."

HS: "Yes, he is. He is one of my top five in this match, because he has the skill and the talent."

FJ: "But, don't forget that he'll kill you with just a look, because that's how dangerous this man really is."

(The arena darkens slowly. An air siren begans to sound, with green spotlights shooting in all directions as an infamous slogan is revealed on the big screen:

COME N' PLACE YA BETS!!

"Welcome to the Jungle" suddenly thunders from the P.A system. The Gambit steps out from behind the curtain, a traditional cigarette in his mouth as he stalks his way down to the ring, and he cracks a cheeky grin at the reaction from the crowd. He circles the ring, rolls in and stands on the turnbuckle surveying the fans with a Cheshire Cat grin. He hops off and stops for a minute receiving the reaction of all the fans. He then walks slowly over to the top rope before perching himself on the top rope raising his right arm in the air as the crowd screams.)

HS: "Andreas Lasiewicz has been doing well as of late."

FJ: "Yeah, that huge win over Whisper at Last Man Standing was something else."

HS: "Yes it was, and I'm sure that's a reason why he earned this spot here this week."

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

HS: "And there's the AWA United States Champion."

FJ: "*cough*fluke win*cough*"

HS: "What was that?"

FJ: "I said 'not again'."

HS: "Whatever."

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

HS: "It's strange that Brian and Henry are coming to the ring separately."

FJ: "What the hell are you saying?? You're speaking crazy. They are merely showing that they are capable of standing strong on their own as much as together."

HS: "Well, it's just strange."

FJ: "I didn't see you complaining that Lasiewicz and Cynder came down separately."

(The house lights dim as white lights strobe as the beginning of "Am I Evil?" by Diamond Head blares throughout the arena. After a few second, red begins to strobe as NHL walks out from the back curtain. As he comes out through the curtain, he spits out water from his mouth and he stands under the red strobe, leaving a hideously evil look about his face. A few seconds later, he starts towards the ring, with Sarah Hawthorne slowly following behind her now deranged husband, Henry. As NHL slowly makes his way to the ring, he ignores the jeers and boos from the crowd as he walks gets near to the ring. He ascends the ring steps and heads into the ring through the top and middle ropes. Sarah steps in through the bottom and middle ropes as she looks on as her husband stands on the bottom rope, pointing to the crowd and cursing the people at ringside.)

FJ: "See, there's the other half of Damage, Inc."

HS: "I just thought it was strange that they came down alone instead of together."

FJ: "Whatever. You just want to see the downfall of Damage, Inc."

("Blood & Whiskey" by the Dropkick Murphys starts to play in the arena. Then, "The Man That May Just End Your Career" comes out from the back. He cockily makes his way to the ring with the look of determination on his face. He enters the ring and stands in the middle with his arms across his chest, waiting for the last couple of people.)

FJ: "Here's my bonafide winner!"

HS: "Why are you saying that? I don't mind if he doesn't win."

FJ: "It's because you're Pro-C.O.C.K., and you've admitted to it!"

HS: "Frank, what makes you think that?"

FJ: "HAHAHAHA!"

(Erie music hits and the lights change to a blue tint and move in a way to make it seem that the whole arena is under water the crowd buzzes in anticipation of one of the most popular wrestlers in AWA history, then "Trendy" by Reel Big Fish hits and the lights flash back on as water shoots from the stage the crowd explodes with one of the loudest ovations you’ll hear and wrestling for an entrance as The Fish dead sprints to the ring, slapping every hand on one side of the aisle way before sliding into the ring, awaiting the last person.)

HS: "Here's the Fish, the AWA World Cruiserweight Champion."

FJ: "Yeah...like his small and light frame has what it takes to win this match."

HS: "You're so pessimistic!"

(Respect My Game by Master P blares over the PA and we fade backstage. We see Jeff Christianson and Paige leave their lockerroom and begin making their way towards the ringside area. We finally see them reach the top of the stage to a chorus of boos from the crowd. They both give a very arrogant smile as the crowd begins to intensely boo them out of the arena. He looks directly at the ring, while walking down the center of the aisle. Paige, He doesn't acknowledge the fans being at the event, never taking his eyes off the ring. Paige on the otherhand, begins teasing the crowd. She walks over to the barricade as if she's going to let a fan touch him, and at the last second she backs up as if to say she's too good for that person. Jeff Christianson now stops at the bottom of the entrance. Paige passes him and walks up the ring stairs, with Jeff Christianson slowly following behind her in his black and white jumpsuit. Jeff Christianson now turns around and spits at the crowd. Paige now holds the middle rope open and tells him to get in the ring. Jeff Christianson gets in the ring. Paige follows by stepping in between the middle rope and the bottom rope. He walks over to his corner and climbs up to the middle rope. He holds both his arms up to even more heat from the crowd. Paige now poses at his side. He then hops down. Paige then gets out of the ring.)

FJ: "And here's the greatest technical wrestler ever born!"

HS: "And he has enough of a chance to win this match just like anyone else involved in this match!"

FJ: "Maybe..."

(The bell sounds and the match is under way...but it isn't. The people in the ring actually start to move back, taking in the situation and suddenly, the ring is split in two. One side appears to be the Pro AWA crowd and the opposing side is the Anti AWA crowd. NHL, Brian Stevens, Jeff Christianson, and Lars Fredrickson stand across from Brian Williams, John Williams, the Fish, Logan Alexander, Cynder, and Andreas Lasiewicz.)

HS: "Well, it seems like we might have more of a large tornado tag match than a Battle Royal for the AWA Heavyweight Championship."

FJ: "You said it, Herb."

(NHL rushes towards the other side and shoulder tackles Cynder to the mat. Andreas Lasiewicz elbows NHL in the head, but Brian Stevens is there to kick Andreas to the mat. Jeff Christianson rushes towards Brian Williams and the two lock up. Meanwhile, the Fish and Lars Fredrickson lock up, with Lars nailing a DDT on the Fish. John Williams grabs Brian Stevens from behind and starts to choke the life out of him. NHL gets up and kicks the back of John Williams' leg, and he gives just enough way to allow Brian to snapmare Williams' to the mat and Stevens gives John a rear chinlock. Brian Williams, on the other hand, is taking it to Jeff Christianson with some hard shots to the Dark Warrior's chest with some sharp chops.)

FJ: "Man, those chops sound painful."

HS: "Yes they do. OH WAIT! Lars is about to eliminate the Fish!"

FJ: "Oh boy!"

(Lars has the Fish over the top rope. The Fish is grasping for dear life, but Lars isn't showing any signs of giving up. The Fish tries to pull himself up, but, from his view, Lars tumbles over the top rope and lands on the outside. The Fish rolls inside, into the legs of Brian Williams.)

FJ: "What?! Brian Williams just eliminated Lars Fredrickson!"

HS: "Well, I guess that Lars won't be adding another title reign to his 'illustrious' career."

FJ: "I hope that Mr. Fredrickson hears you say that, you Pro-C.O.C.K.er! I can't wait to see him wipe that look off your face!"

(Williams turns around and gets kicked in the balls by NHL. NHL peers over the top rope to see Lars outside of the ring. NHL slaps his hand off the top rope and moves towards Logan Alexander, who has been been double teaming Brian Stevens with the help of Cynder. NHL runs up to Logan and whips him into the ropes, but Cynder comes from behind and hits NHL with a hard fore-arm shot to the head. NHL falls the ground, and Alexander improvs this and drops an elbow, straight to the heard of the Damage, Inc. founder. The Fish pounces on top of Stevens, nailing an "Ode to Evans". Stevens rolls onto his stomach and gets up to his feet, with some help from the reigning World Cruiserweight Champion. The Fish notices that Stevens is still groggy from his double team, so he jumps up to the top rope and flies off towards Stevens. Brian Stevens astonishes the crowd by catching the Fish mid-air, and then tossing him over the top rope like he was nothing!)

FJ: "Look at that! Brian Stevens played possum with the Fish and eliminated his sorry ass!"

HS: "Yeah, that was absolutely amazing!"

FJ: "Hey, it's Lars Fredrickson!"

(Lars sits down in between Herb and Frank. He puts on a headset and starts to chat.)

LF: "Ladies, how's it going?"

FJ: "Pretty good, sir. I'm sorry to see that you were eliminated. But, I'm glad that you've decided to come and join us."

LF: "Thank you, Frank."

(Chaos Stryke has NHL in the corner. He's pounding on the former US Champ with some hard right hands. He backs up and tries for a spinning heel kick, but NHL ducks it and spears Alexander to the mat. NHL grapples Logan from the end of his spin and spins them both around and nails a German suplex. NHL gets up to his feet and whips Logan into the ropes. On the bounce, NHL hits a hard clothesline on Alexander. NHL kicks him in the stomach and hits him with a hard implant DDT. NHL gets up, looks down at Logan, and taunts him by calling him rookie. NHL picks him up and pushes him into the ropes. NHL lifts him up and is able to put him over.)

FJ: "Very good move there by NHL. Now the sides seem like they are starting to dwindle a bit now back down to "even" standards."

LF: "That Henry is a class act. He sort of reminds me of myself in my younger days. That hunger for power is an insatiable desire that I can never let go of...hence my return to the AWA."

(NHL leans over the top rope and starts to badger the rookie that was just eliminated. NHL is leaning over, point his one hand at the fallen Alexander, but then he falls out of the ring. He looks up, furious to notice that Andreas Lasiewicz just tipped NHL over the top rope. Andreas starts to laugh as he raises his arm in "mock victory" over NHL. NHL points at him, signifying that "he'll get his soon enough.")

FJ: "That's a travesty! I want a recount!"

HS: "Well, it seems that Andreas has finally beaten NHL."

FJ: "Bull! NHL was caught unawares, so this one is a fluke and doesn't count."

LF: "You can't win them all. Trust me."

(Brian Stevens kicks Lasiewicz upside the head and he falls like a sack of bricks. Cynder sees this and makes an attack on Brian Stevens. He nails him with a t-bone suplex, Tazz style. Jeff Christianson sees that Stevens is in danger and comes to his aide. He hits Cynder with an inverted DDT and drops a knee to his chest. Christianson helps Cynder to his feet, but Cynder fights back and lands a hard left hand onto the face of the Dark Warrior. Cynder picks up the slightly disorientated Christianson and nails a fall away slam. Jeff Christianson gets to his feet and blocks an attempted rolling leg lock. The "master technician" slips Cynder into position for a brainbuster. With Cynder on the mat, Jeff picks him up. He starts to tip him over the top rope. Cynder fights and Jeff loses grip. Cynder hits the apron and rolls under the ropes. Jeff and Cynder lock up and the two fight for power. Cynder pushes Jeff into the ropes and starts to push him over. Cynder grabs Jeff's legs and lifts him over the top rope, but Jeff holds on for dear life. Jeff grabs Cynder's head, and plants a DDT onto Cynder. Cynder rolls off the apron and face flat onto the mat. Jeff rolls under the bottom rope and back into action.)

FJ: "Oh, too bad for Cynder."

LF: "What a great display of action. Though, this all pales in comparison to my skills in the ring."

HS: "And you are sitting with us why exactly??"

FJ: "Herb...can it!"

(Meanwhile...John Williams and Andreas Lasiewicz have been involved in a heated fight ever since the elimination of Nathaniel Henry Lee. Andreas has the upper hand here as he gives Williams a dragon screw. Lasiewicz then follows this up by dropping his left leg across the throat of John Williams. Lasiewicz brings Williams to his feet as he puts him on his shoulders for a torture rack. Williams is writhing in pain, but then he grabs Lasiewicz by the head and hits an awkward tornado DDT. Lasiewicz is stunned by this new development and Williams capitalizes on this. John stalks Andreas as he gets to his feet and nails a super kick that almost knocks Andreas' head into the front row. As Andreas is falling, Williams runs into Lasiewicz's falling body and dumps him over the top rope with relative ease.)

HS: "Wow, he did that pretty easily."

FJ: "It's a shame that the Polish Champ was treated like this. This is horrible!"

LF: "At least we're down to the final four competitors."

HS: "That's right, Lars. We have Brian Williams, Brian Stevens, John Williams, and Jeff Christianson."

(Brian Williams comes out of nowhere after Jeff eliminates Andreas and hits a hard boot to Jeff's head. Jeff falls to the mat, and struggles to get up. Brian helps Jeff to his feet and whips him into the ropes. On his way back, Williams hits Christianson with a spinebuster. Brian lifts Jeff off the mat and pushes Jeff over the top rope. Jeff latches on to the bottom rope and his feet just barely miss from hitting the ground. Brian Stevens comes by and drop kicks Brian Williams in the back of his knees. John Williams recovers from a Stevens beating and hits a snap suplex on Brian Stevens when he wasn't paying attention to him. Jeff Christianson rolls into the ring and hits a DDT on Brian Williams. Christianson brings Williams up to his feet, but Williams grabs Jeff by the throat and hits a hard choke slam. Brian lifts Jeff over his head in a military press position and tosses Jeff over the top rope and onto the floor.)

FJ: "NNNOOOOOOO!!!"

HS: "Look at the power by the monster Brian Williams! I'm glad he's on our team!"

LF: "Now the board is tipped 2 to 1. The Williams brothers against Brian Stevens, so to speak. Their loose association isn't going too well here."

(John Williams turns to Brian Stevens, but he gets clubbed by his brother, Brian. John and Brian start to beat the hell out of each other while Brian Stevens catches his breath and watches the action up close. John and Brian lock up in a collar and elbow tie-up. John and Brian try to battle for the upper hand. John presses Brian up against the ropes, trying to use them for leverage, but Brian gets caught up on something. Brian pushes John across the ring, and Brian turns around to see that Jeff Christianson is holding on to Brian's leg. Brian gets furious and tries to grab Jeff, but then Brian Stevens grabs Brian's legs and hoists him over the ropes as he was bending down to grab Christianson!)

FJ: "HOLY CRAP! Brian Stevens eliminated Brian Williams!"

HS: "There are only two men left. Brian Stevens and John Williams, who is up to his feet."

LF: "Now it's time for a brawl."

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

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

(Low points at Williams and Stevens.)

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

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

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

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

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

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

(More applause from the fans.)

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

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

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

(The fans cheer again.)

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

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

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

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

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

(As Low drops the microphone, a referee slides into the ring and Williams and Stevens start circling each other.)

HS: "Quite the announcement by Low, and he was right with what he said... as usual."

FJ: "Bla bla bla..."

(Williams and Stevens don't waste any more time as they start nailing each other with lefts and rights. The bigger Williams seems to be getting the upperhand, but suddenly Stevens counters with a lightning quick palm strike that sends Williams to the mat. He grabs Williams' leg and turns him over for an STF, but before he can fully lock the hold in, Williams hits him with a series of elbows to the side of the head. Williams turns around on the mat and then nails Stevens with a stiff knee strike to the jaw.)

HS: "What a blow!"

FJ: "And Stevens gets off of Williams."

(Williams pulls Stevens up and Irish whips him into the corner, following him with an attempted turnbuckle clothesline, but Stevens ducks and Williams hits the corner. Stevens backs Williams into the corner using a flurry of strike to Williams' chest and throat, but Williams counters with a series of knife edge chops.)

HS: "Wooooo!"

FJ: "Wooooo?"

CROWD: "Woooooo!!!"

(Williams Irish whips Stevens across the ring and into the opposing corner. As Stevens staggers towards Williams, Williams lifts him up for a sitout tombstone, but Stevens is able to slide off of Williams' back and to the mat. He drops to one knee and nails Williams with a low blow from behind, doubling him over. He then takes off and hits Williams with the Ace Crusher!)

HS: "This could be it!"

FJ: "Stevens covers!"

(The referee drops down and counts 1..... 2..... No! Williams has kicked out. Stevens can't believe it and is irate. He threatens the referee, but then suddenly looks at Low and climbs out of the ring. Low gets up from his chair, trying to avoid the approaching Stevens, but Low is just too slow on crutches. Stevens finally grabs Low by the collar, smiles at him, and then hits a LOUD slap before pushing Low to the ground. The fans boo loudly.)

HS: "What a coward! He's attacking a..."

FJ: "A CRIPPLE! That's what Low is, a cripple! And let's face it, Low isn't exactly a sheep."

(Williams stomps Low's injured leg twice, before taking the crutch and sliding back into the ring. Stevens hits the crutch onto the mat, as he waits for Williams to get up. Williams does so very slowly, using the ropes for leverage, but the crowd suddenly explodes in cheers as Low is standing right behind Stevens, the other crutch in his hand. Williams has dropped back to the mat, but now looks at Stevens, pointing behind him. Stevens turns around and WHAM! gets nailed with the second crutch! The fans explode with cheers.)

FJ: "Look at this!"

HS: "It was all a ruse!"

(Indeed, Low points at his knee, rips off the kneebrace and then stomps the mat a few times with his "injured" leg. He pulls Williams on top of Stevens as the referee counts 1..... 2..... 3! NO! Stevens, at the LAST split-second, is able to grab the bottom rope. Low slides out of the ring as Williams nods and plays to the crowd. He takes a few steps, waits for Stevens to regain his fotting, runs at him and hits a Canadian Destroyer.)

HS: "LIGHTS OUT!"

(The crowd cheers as Williams covers. The referee counts 1..... 2..... 3! John Williams wins.)

HS: "New Champion! New Champion! John Williams is once the AWA World Heavyweight Champion!"

FJ: "No, no, no!"

(Low is sliding into the ring, the World title belt in his hands. He hands it over to John Williams, shakes his hand and then raises his arm, as the Charlotte crowd is on its feet. Low then asks for a microphone again.)

LOW: "I wonder if any of these guys that couldn't beat me ever since I defeated Brian Williams at Springs And Breaks thought I'd allow any of these losers to hold MY title! I wonder if Whisper truly thought I would allow him the chance to win MY title at Wrestlefest VII, close the AWA and be its final World Champion. I wonder if anybody truly thought I would allow one of these traitors like Stevens to take away what I have worked my entire career for to make it the greatest thing in this sport."

"Now I am happy to present to you the NEW AWA World Heavyweight Champion, a man who I believe is going to represent the AWA the best way possible, a man who I KNOW can be a great World Champion, a man who, like The Legendary Low, BLEEDS AWA! 'THE ICON' JOHN WILLIAMS!"

(Williams nods his approval and says a few words to Low as he takes the Title and raises it into the air. As he does the erupting crowd manages to somehow pull of an even greater ovation nearly tearing the roof off of the building. Williams finally lowers the belt and waits for the crowd to lower to a normal level before he speaks.)

WILLIAMS: "So...WHO IS WASHED UP NOW!"

(Another eruption and Williams nods along with them aprovingly with a huge grin on his face.)

WILLIAMS: "To those of you who doubted that I could do it, well, I guess you now know that you never, EVER, count John Williams out. Now to be honest, there were times when I doubted myself, but what has happened lately has given me to motivation to drive on, and it has allowed me to find the man that way back when stood atop the Wrestling World." WILLIAMS: "So here I stand, the AWA World Heavyweight Champion, and I have to be honest, it feels damn good to have this belt in my hands once more. But as hard as this may be to believe, what feels even better than being the World Champion, is the fact that none of those who spit in the face of my Family were able to take it. Whisper, you quite obviously dismissed me as someone who did not matter, someone you could care less about, well...LOOK AT ME NOW! I am going to be your worst nightmare, because having this belt around my waist will not slow my assault on you and yours down one little bit. In fact if it does anything I am sure it will make it stronger." WILLIAMS: "I will still be their each and everytime I am needed, and there is no way I am going to sit back and watch as one of my AWA brothers is brutalized by one of your goons. Anytime the war is being fought, you can be sure that YOUR World Champion is not far away!"

(Williams is about to leave the ring and makes his way toward the ropes before he stops. It takes a moment for the crowd to quiet down and then Williams continues.)

WILLIAMS: "Oh, I nearly forgot. Do you all remember how earlier I stated that it felt great that the enemy was not able to get their hands on the holy grail? Well I went to extreme measures to see to it that the AWA legacy would live on forever with honor and integrity"

(Williams pauses with the crowd becoming quiet in anticipation of what the Champ is getting at.)

WILLIAMS: "Now when I said I went to extreme measures, I meant it, if you would all please focus your eyes on the big screen, and all of you in the back please keep your eyes glued to your monitors, because I have a little surprise for you."

(Williams points to the monitor where nothing happens for a moment, but then we fade to a scene of the masked man, the very man who pushed Low from the stage one week ago. We see him make his way down the hall and stop in front of a door marked with Low's name. The man hesitates for just a moment before walking in. As we enter the dressing room we see Low standing with a look of shock on his face. Then as the masked man walks toward him that look of shock turns into a huge smile.)

LOW: "That is perfect, you sure you're ready to do this?"

(The masked man does nothing and Low nods.)

LOW: "Okay, its time!"

(Low Extends his hand and the masked man reaches out and the two men shake hands.)

HS: "What the Hell?"

FJ: "They are... But he... This is....

(The masked man looks at Low and then walks out of the room. We then watch the footage of this same man push Low from the stage and dissapear. But as he does we catch him walk into the parking garage area and look around, and then as he goes to get into his car he pulls the mask off revealing himself as none other than John Williams.)

HS: "MY GOD, MY GOD!"

FJ: "But why would he...."

HS: "What gives here? John Williams pushed Low off of the stage, and it appears as though it was a plan he and Low worked out, I don't know what to say!"

(The scene fades back to Williams who has the title over his shoulder and is pointing to his brain, and smiling.)

WILLIAMS: "Like I said, we were not going to allow our AWA to fade with you Whisper as our Final World Champion, not that we are going to aloow ourselves to fade. But there was no way we were going to allow you, to hold this title, you Son of a BITCH!"

WILLIAMS: "So now we move toward Wrestlefest VII, and as we do I assure the AWA that I will defend this title with my life, and no one will disgrace it, unless its over MY DEAD BODY"

WILLIAMS: " I assure you all that you will be mor than proud to have John Williams as your "ICON", and YOU WORLD CHAMPION!"

(Another explosion fromt eh crowd as Williams moves to the center of the ring raising both arms high into the air the title held firmly in his right, and as he does a massive wall of pyros shoot off from the apron behind him and "Open Your Eyes" begins to play as the scene fades slowly to black, and then to the AWA Copyright Logo.)