Powerslam 2000
(The scene opens high above the Bi Lo Center. It is a packed house, and the crowd is rabid for some AWA action. The shot slowly pans across the crowd, before settling in on Frank Jackson and Herb Summer at the announce table.)

FJ-Hello, hello, hello! Welcome, one and all to Powerslam 2000! What a show we've got tonight. I'm Frank Jackson, along with Herb Summer.

HS-Absooooolutely! This has to be the most exciting PPV of all time! Well, except maybe for that one WCW PPV that had Travis Tritt on it.

FJ-.....

HS-Heh, uh... right, well. Let's take you on location to the site of our Bar Room Brawl, which was filmed earlier today!

(The camera pans to the left as the two jet black rigs haul the Sookie Jones Crazy Horse Saloon right in the center of the clearing. On cue, both hitches are dropped as the patrons form a perfect circle around the bar, headlights on. The patrons race inside making business inside bar brisk and hectic.)

Frank- "Well, we're just about ready to kick off our first ever bar room brawl match. We're just waiting for the participants to go inside."

Herb- "Well, the LSO will probably be first inside. That is if they're sober enough to find their way."

Suddenly one of the doors from the first rig opens. Out emerge none other than the Hangman and Snakebite. Patrons hanging outside the bar start hollering as the duo slides inside, each taking a swig from their JD bottles as they do.

Frank- "Ok. Two of the lumberjacks are in. Two more to go."

Herb- "Ya think? Wow, mic skills AND simple arithmetic. Frank, are there no limits to your prowress?"

Frank- "More than monosyllables Herb? Now that's IMPRESSIVE."

(At this point a loud, whirring noise can be heard. Slowly lowering from the sky is a helicopter with the initials E.D. in 14 kt. gold along the side. As the door opens, a bright red carpet is rolled out right to the entrance of the bar. Out steps the always flamboyant and charismatic Erik Dragon. Striking his butterfly pose in his lumberjack shirt, he struts confidentaly towards the bar. As he does, the patrons heckle him saying "No butterflies allowed here boy!" and "Look it's Richie Rich!")

Herb- "Erik's greeted to a warm reception by the locals..."

Frank- "Was that a Versace designer lumberjack shirt?"

Herb- "I wouldn't be surprised."

Frank- "Okay. That just leaves the surprise fourth lumberjack and the contestants in this match. There's been a lot of speculation as to the fourth lumberjack's identity."

At this point, a black jeep with monster treads crashes over top of several of the cars. A few patrons step out and shout obscenities as Nightmist jumps down from the jeep. He storms into the bar and is "greeted" by the LSO as they pummel him with kicks and punches to the crowd's delight.

Herb- "Yup. Nightmist has endeared himself to the locals almost as much as Erik has."

The camera pans back out to the outside. The 'ol 36er is seen as it pushes one of the cars out of the way. The patrons start to cheer as Weston Steel strolls on up to the bar, his ever famous SJ pool stick in one hand, Keystone in another.

Frank- "Look out! I think business is really gonna start to pick up now!"

Erik spots Steel as the LSO are bouncing pool balls off Nightmist's head. Erik runs outside and casts an icy glance before getting into his 'butterfly pose.'

Herb- "Yes! Steel's in big trouble now!!!"

(Steel rolls his eyes, shrugs his shoulders, and plasters him upside the head with extreme Southern Justice!!!!)

Frank- "The more things change...well...the more Dragon gets his ass kicked!!!"

Steel goes inside as the door to the second rig opens!!

Herb- "Yes! The fourth lumberjack!!!"

Frank- "It's about damn time." (Hiccup)

Herb- "Frank?"

Out steps none other than the Feared Funnyman himself!!! Mr. Happy stops, turns around, and extends a hand. Next out of the rig emerges...Anna Nicole Smith!!!

Frank and Herb- "Thank you God! Thank you! Thank you!!!"

Anna turns around and extends a hand. As she does, Mr. Happy is heard saying, "And now...the fourth lumberjack...Curiously Bruce!!"Curiously Bruce, the lovable gay midget, hops down and tries to cast a mean glance but all it does is make the patrons laugh. He storms to the doors of the bar, running right over top of Erik Dragon and his groin in the process. Dragon yelps out as he gets to a seated position, clutching his "family jewels." Just as Bruce gets to the door, the door flies open as Nightmist is Venom Struck to the outside by Snakebite! Bruce is sent flying headfirst into the horse's water trough, where he hits hard, his arms and legs dangling on either side.

Happy (Via satalite)-"Greetings gentlemen. What a match, eh?"

Frank and Herb- "Oh yeah." (Staring at Anna's breasts)

Happy- "I was talking about the fight."

Frank and Herb- "Oh."

Back inside the bar, Hangman and Steel are playing a game of pool. Just as Steel sinks the eight ball in the corner pocket, he sees Nightmist staggering inside. He excuses himself as he goes over to Nightmist. He picks him up and goes for a Keystone Kick only for Nightmist to duck. Steel's kick lays out the bartender as the crowd groans. Nightmist leaps over the table, barely missing a roundhouse by Steel.

Happy- "I think Nightmist is about to get a Woody."

Frank and Herb- "....?"

Happy- "It's an old Louisville Slugger model of bat. Only four were ever made."

Frank and Herb- (Still staring at Anna's breasts) "Fascinating."

(Anna has finally had enough. She viciously paintbrushes their faces with wicked slaps, leaving a nice red handprint on both of their mugs.Meanwhile, Nightmist springs back up, bat in hand. He swings twice, once knocking Steel's pool stick out of his hand, the second time whacking him upside the head. Throwing the bat down, Nightmist lifts the stunned Steel on the table as the crowd starts chanting "Oh Shit! Oh Shit!" He then sends him down the length of the table, headfirst as some of the patrons raise their glasses as he goes by, not the least bit distracted as they continue watching the big screen TV from their barstools.Frank and Herb finally come to. Mr. Happy giggles at them before doing a shamey-shamey with his fingers at them. Anna hugs onto Happy as Happy now starts to get distracted from her "affections." Back at the fight, Nightmist connects with a short-arm clothesline followed by a guillotine legdrop off the jukebox. He goes for the pin as out from underneath one of the tables CSM Bill, guest referee, counts 1...2...kickout! Nightmist lifts Steel up fur a suplex, but Steel athletically twists in the air and comes down turning it into a scorpion deathdrop. Steel stomps at him a few times before walking off to try and find his pool stick. While that is transpiring, Curiously Bruce and Erik Dragon enter the bar, with Dragon in a headlock by Bruce. Several patrons start up "Y.M.C.A.!" chants as this is going on. Snakebite groggily makes his way back into the bar. As he does so, Nightmist spots him and greets him with a clothesline from hell followed by a tornado DDT off the table. Hangman, who had been karyokying, drops the mic and plants Nightmist with a big boot followed by his finisher, Southern Comfort, through a table!! Erik Dragon has had enough of The Curious One, and lifts Bruce up as Bruce still has the headlock on him. Erik proceeds over to the mechanical bull and slams the midget down hard as he cringes in testicular agony. Meanwhile, Hangman and Snakebite start playing a game of darts with a few of the patrons as Nightmist painfully comes to. Weston Steel goes to the table, still trying to find his pool stick. However, what he finds first is a can of Keystone beer. Forgetting the pool stick for a moment, he chugs down the can heartily. Back by the bull, Dragon drops down, once more, into his butterfly pose. Bruce tries to disrupt Dragon by giving him the dreaded "Titty Twister."

Happy- "I..I..umm..fellas, you'll excuse me won't you?" Happy- "It's Happy Time!!!"

(Nightmist doesn't see Steel just yet. Instead, he runs and gives the LSO a double bulldog. The LSO shake off the effects, however, and pop back up, meancingly walking towards him. As the draw close, he stops them and points to the far corner table. Sitting are Eliva and Julene, the interviewers who got an excluse interview with the LSO a couple of weeks ago. They reach under the table and pull out a case of JD as they motion for them to come on over. The Outlaws smile as they pat Nightmist on the back. Meanwhile, Erik shakes off the twister and strikes out as Curiously Bruce is devastated from the awesome "Flutterstrike." Dragon is heard making several Bruce Lee-like yells. Unfortunately for him, it catches Weston Steel's attention. Finding SJ, he runs over and whacks Erik Dragon yet again over the head. As Steel turns around, Nightmist then clocks him with a chair!! Falling back, Steel accidentally flips on the mechanical bull, causing it to buck in overdrive as Bruce hangs on for dear life.)

Frank- "Okay, let's review. Bruce on a bucking bull, Dragon having nightmares about a pool stick, and the LSO flirting with a couple of women. Who's left?"

Herb- "That would be the original contestants Nightmist and Steel. I think. Maybe. Damn, I dunno." (hiccup)

Frank- "Herb? You too?"

(Nightmist picks up Steel only to scoop slam him. Nightmist follows that up with an Irish Whip into the pool table followed by a standing dropkick. Nightmist attempts a head smash into a pillar only for Steel to reverse it. Steel implant DDT's Nightmist and tries to shake out the cobwebs. However, the time it takes is too long as Nightmist finds SJ and gives Steel a low blow with it.

Herb- "I don't think pool sticks were meant to be used on those kinds of balls."

(Nightmist connects with a sitdown powerbomb as CSM Bill counts 1..2..thr..kickout! Nightmist is getting very frustrated. He taunts the crowd only to get a beer bath. Cursing, he snaps off a wicked backbreaker followed by an elbowdrop. 1..2..thre..kickout! Another attempt at a powerbomb is slipped out of by Steel, yet as Steel slides behind Nightmist at the apex of the upward flip, Nightmist adjusts and delivers a vicious neckbreaker. Sensing he's just a couple of moves away from a pinfall, Nightmist ascends the large screen TV and leaps off. However, Steel gets his knees up. As both men stagger to their feet, Steel blocks a right and delivers one of his own...then another...a left..another right and Nightmist has spaghetti legs. Nightmist tries a roundhouse right, but Steel ducks it and administers an atomic drop. Steel follows it up by scooping up Nightmist, slamming his back against the jukebox causing it to play the Dukes of Hazard theme, and powerslamming Nightmist. He follows it up with the SAMH and referee/CSM Bill counts 1....2.....3!!!!!

Post Match: Curiously Bruce is thrown off the mechanical bull. Turning seven different shades of green, he runs into the wrong restroom where he throws up. Shortly thereafter he is beaten up by several of the lady patrons as well as Sookie's very own barmaid, Juggs Aplenty. Erik Dragon comes to and wearily stumbles toward Weston Steel. However, he accidentally bumps into Snakebite as the LSO were heading on out, ladies in tow. The LSO tell the ladies to step to one side. As Erik tries to get on his cell phone, Hangman knocks it out with one of his meaty mitts. The camera the cuts to an outside shot of the bar seconds before Erik Dragon recieves a Texas Pinebox Special right through the main window of the bar!!! Julene helps a slightly shaken up Snakebite to his feet as Hangman and Elvia walk the horses out from the first rig. All of them mount up and ride off, the girls holding on tightly to the Outlaws' waists. John Irons pulls the 'ol 36er around as Lurleen helps Weston Steel, SJ in hand, into the truck. The Ford backfires before peeling out. Nightmist is nowhere to be found in the bar. As the camera pans outside, it shows Nightmist's black jeep pulling out and following after the 36er. The final shot shows the second black rig as it shimmies from side to side. The windows are steamed over. The bouncing picks up until suddenly...the truck's horn is sounded as Anna is heard letting out a deep moan.

(The shot cuts back to Frank and Herb at the announcer's table, where FJ is staring off into space.)

FJ-Wow...

HS-Good match, huh?

FJ-Not what I'm talking about...

HS-ohh... anyway, I guess I"m gonna fly solo for the next few minutes or so. We've still got a lot of great action, but first we're going to cut to the back for an interview with Shadow!

(The camera then cuts to the back, where Shadow is standing with Jack Person in front of the interview stand. Jack waits for his cue, then starts in)

JP-Shadow, as well know, you've got your first shot at AWA Gold tonight. Would you give us your thoughts on that?

Shadow-I'll give you my thoughts, Jack. As far as I'm concerned-

(Suddenly, DDT busts into the interview)

DDT-You got lucky, ya cracka ass bitch. 'should be MY shot tonight!

(DDT Takes a wild swing at Shadow, but Shadow ducks it. Shadow then slams DDT against the metal Interview stand, knocking it down completely! The fight spreads even farther, until security seperates the two.)

FJ-Wow! That's not what Shadow needs before his title match!

(OOC:Sorry guys, but still no matches from Vince. I'm just going to post the short results for the three I don't have. My appologies to those in those matches.)

Erik Dragon def. Shadow, due to outside interference from DDT against Shadow

LSO Def. Royal Duo

"Hurricane" Jim Sinicki def. Crippler in a flaming casket match

We're going to take you live to the boiler room, deep down below us. Four of the best up and coming wrestlers in this business are going to battle over the coveted TV Championship!

(The camera then cuts to the back, without introductions. The boiler room is kinda hazy, when out of nowhere Black Dragon appeared. He began stalking through the pipes, looking for an opponent. Suddenly, Blaze came running at him from behind, but Dragon was ready! Dragon hip tossed Blaze, slamming him against a big pipe! Blaze smashed through the pipe, leaving Blaze lying. Dragon then stands over Blaze, when C-Rock comes out of nowhere and nails Dragon! They begin trading blows, when Lars climbs out of an air duct, Cambodian Cane in hand! He slips up behind C-Rock, and lays him out with the cane! Dragon and Lars then double team C-Rock, as Blaze catches his breath. He then pulls out a piece of the pipe he was tossed through, and climbs to his feet. Blaze then takes a wild swing at Black Dragon, but Dragon ducked and Blaze nailed C-Rock! Lars and Dragon then battered Blaze towards another corner of the large boiler room. They came up against a rolling steel door, and Dragon and Lars whipped Blaze into it! They pulled him up, and did it again! Lars then continued to pound on Blaze, as Dragon went back for C-Rock. Dragon got to where C-Rock was laying, but he was gone! Then, Dragon looked up, and C-Rock leapt off of a big pipe high above, clotheslining him to the ground! C-Rock began pounding on Dragon, as the camera cut back to Lars. Lars still had control, as he slammed Blaze's head against a closet door. The door opened, revealing a big stack of tables! Lars grinned maniacly, then pulled out a table. He began setting it up, but Blaze caught his breath, and grabbed Lars' Cambodian cane! Lars turned to pick up Blaze, only to catch a wicked cane shot to the head! Lars stumbled back, and placed himself right on the table! Blaze then dug through the closet until he found a steel chair. He set up the chair, stepped back, and took a run at the chair. Blaze then sprang off the chair and hit a big flying elbow drop through the table! Lars was out, and at that moment C-Rock and Dragon's battle fought over near Blaze. Blaze then retrieved the chair, and laid out Dragon with the chair. C-Rock leaned down to pick up Dragon, but Blaze nailed him with a chair shot too! Blaze began heading for the door, but out of nowhere came T-rel Sugah! Sugah battered Blaze up against the rolling metal door, then tackled him through it into another section of the boiler room! In this section of the boiler room was another table set up, with several tools set on it. Near the table is a big plate glass sheet leaning against the wall. Sugah battered Blaze towards the table, and grabbed a wrench. He then takes a wild swing at Blaze, who ducks it, before snapmaring Sugah through the glass! With Sugah out of the match, Blaze was able to be the first out of the boilerroom! As the other three men where all trying to collect themselves, Blaze was stumbling through the hallways. The crowd popped hard as Blaze was the first down the runway! Meanwhile, Black dragon was the next out, and closing in on Blaze. Blaze slid into the ring and began setting up the ladder, when out from under the ring came a thick smoke! It began covering the ring, until the ring couldn't be seen at all! Finally the smoke cleared, and while Blaze stood there confused, Nightmist was waiting in the ring! Blaze turned around, just in time to catch a standing side kick from Nightmist! Black Dragon slides into the ring next, and the two hug! Both men beat on Blaze a great deal, before Nightmist jumps the top rope to the floor, and heads to the back! As Black Dragon works on setting the ladder back up, Frank jackson calls over Nightmist.

FJ-Nightmist! What in the world was that? I mean, why the attack on the alliance.

Nightmist-This has nothing to do with the alliance. There is only ONE real alliance now, and that is between the two greatest Shadow Warriors in this sport..

(Without another word, Nightmist then headed to the back. The match continued with Black Dragon setting up the ladder again, and beginning to climb up. He got about halfway, when C-Rock came running from the back! He slipped under Dragon, and powerbombed him from the ladder! C-Rock began pounding on Dragon, as Lars stumbled from the back, Cambodian Cane in hand. He made it to the ring, and then began pulling out tables. Lars set up one table, then set up another on top of it. The crowd began booing loudly as he slipped in the ring, and reared back to take a big cane shot at C-Rock's head. C-Rock was ready, and ducked the cane shot before delivering a BIG DDT! C-Rock then drug Black Dragon out of the ring by his feet, and set him on top of the two tables! The crowd went nuts as C-Rock then pulled the ladder towards the ropes, scaled it, pointed to the sky, then leaped off! C-Rock's big elbow drop went crashing through both tables, driving he AND Dragon to the floor! Both men lay completely motionless, obviously in pain! By this time Lars was up, as was a very battered Blaze. Blaze grabbed the ladder, and ran at Lars, but Lars springboarded off the ropes, and hit an asai moonsault on the ladder, driving Blaze to the ground! Lars then got a fairly big pop, as he pointed to the sky, and scaled the turnbuckles! Lars then nailed the 7 Years Down splash, onto the ladder laying on Blaze! This left all four men in a great deal of pain, but Lars was the first up. He set up the ladder, and began scaling it. However, C-Rock was up next, busted open from his big drop through the table! A large portion of his afro was blood red. C-Rock grabbed a ladder of his own from beside the ring, slid it in, and set it up next to Lars'. He then quickly scaled it, until he was next to Lars. Both men began trading blows, until C-Rock finally got the advantage and hit a 3/4 turn neckbreacker from between both ladders! He then set up Lars for the Regulator, but Black Dragon grabbed the Cambodian Cane and nailed C-Rock with a wicked cane shot from behind! While all this was going on, Blaze returned to action, and began scaling the ladder. Dragon began climbing from the other side, and both men reached the top at the same time. Blaze reached for the belt, but Dragon spit some mysterious Black mist into Blaze's eyes, which caused him to fall off! Dragon then began reaching for the belt, but Lars climbed the other side of the ladder, while C-Rock climbed the second ladder next to them. All three men where brawling on the top of the two ladders, as Blaze finally cleared his head and climbed the ladder C-Rock was on. Suddenly, Black Dragon gave a slight nod to Lars, and Black Dragon took a leap off the ladder onto the other one! Dragon, C-Rock and Blaze all tumbled to the mat, leaving Lars alone on the ladder. In one quick motion, Lars grabbed the belt and captured the TV Title!

Announcer-Your winner, and NEW AWA TV Champion, Lars Fredrickson!

FJ-That really makes no sense! Why did Dragon just leap off the ladder, and hand Lars the title? What kind of set up was that?

HS-I have no idea, but Jack Person is in the back, and he's caught up with Black Dragon.

(Scene cuts to Black Dragon walking slowly, alone. AWA Interviewer Jack Person quickly catches up with Black Dragon from behind.)

Person-Mr. Dragon! Can I have a word with you?

(Dragon turns around slowly)

Person-Mr. Dragon, why did you throw the TV Title match! It could have gone any way!

Black Dragon-Lars-San and I made a deal. He would win the belt, then I got a shot at it at Primetime, in a no DQ cage match.

Person-Wow, that's-

(Lars and El Hefe the bustle into the scene noisily. Lars has the TV Title over his shoulder, and Hefe is helping him walk..)

Lars-Mr. Dragon! I was hopin' to catch you back here. About our little deal... I've changed my mind. Nobody tells me when I defend my title. So maybe if you work real hard, say your prayers, and take your vitamins, the Larster, and all of his little Lars-O-Maniacs will grant you a-

(Out of nowhere, Dragon nailed Lars with a standing side kick, followed by locking on the Dragon Sleeper! El Hefe grabbed the cambodian cane and nailed Dragon with a wicked shot with it! Dragon was down, and Lars and Hefe beat on him, until out of nowhere T-rel Sugah burst onto the scene and cleared house, bat in hand. T-rel's tuxedo was ripped, and he was bleeding from that glass plate. The fight quickly got out of hand, and security was forced to break it up. The scene the cut back to the announcer's table.)

FJ-Wow! That was crazy! There is no doubt in my mind we haven't seen the end of that!

HS-Yes it was. But we've got no time to dally, Frank! We've got a Hardcore Title defense next.

FJ-That's right Herb. Now, both men have held the Hardcore Title at one time or another. Azz is the current champion, and he captured the belt from tonight's challenger, Transfusion. In a match that can only be considered an upset, Azz became the man to capture Hardcore Gold in the least amount of time since joining the fed. Let's look back at the events leading up to this match. (Recap of Azz/Transfusion fued)

Announcer-Introducing first... He is the AWA Hardcore Champion... weighing in at 245 pounds.... Azzzzzz!

("Oddities" by ICP is cued, and Azz hits the ring a decent pop. He is carrying the baseball bat he used to win the Hardcore Title in one hand, and the belt in the other. He slides in the ring, throw's off the "I will kick your Azz" hat, and motions for Transfusion to come out.)

Announcer-And his opponent... weighing in at 295 pounds... He is the AWA King of the Deathmatch... Transfusion!!!

("The Things I Hate" by Stabbing Westward is piped in through the PA, and Transfusion heads to ringside with a pretty big pop. He is pushing a dumpster full of weapons, and he begins throwing in trash cans, crutches, steel chairs, cookie sheets, and even a Kitchen Sink!)

FJ-This is going to be nuts!

Transfusion slides in the ring, and the battle is on! Both men begin trading blows, and Transfusion's have the most effect. Azz is slowly plowed down into the ground, and Transfusion begins stomping on him. Transfusion the grabs a cookie sheet, and then lays into Azz with it, straight to the head! Azz falls hard, but quickly gets back up, only to catch another stiff cookie sheet shot. The cookie sheet is bent to hell by now, and as Azz stumbles to his feet a third time, Transfusion tosses him the cookie sheet. Azz catches in on instict, and pays for it with a big mafia kick to the sheet! Azz hits the mat again, as Transfusion plays to the crowd. Azz makes it to his hands and knees, but then transfusion grabs a crutch and breaks it over Azz's back! Transfusion then crawls under the ropes and to the floor. There he pulls out a table from under the ring, and slides it in. Transfusion leans the table up against the ropes and turns around to get Azz, but is met by a low blow! Azz then tries to slam Transfusion's head against the table, but Transfusion blocked it, and ran up the table before connecting with a big swinging front face DDT! Transfusion then set up the table like normal, and put Azz on it. Next, he put a chair on Azz's face, then climbed the top rope with a trashcan. Transfusion then plays to the crowd again, and leaps off in a big moonsault with the trash can over his chest! Azz rolled out of the way quickly, however, and Transfusion went through the table with the trash can against his chest! Transfusion was obviously hurt, and Azz went for a quick pin, Transfusion amazingly got his shoulder up! Azz then brought the kitchen sink into play as he him Transfusion with it, before trying to wedge it against the top turnbuckle. Right as he did, Transfusion was able to stumble to his feet and nail Azz in the back with a chair. Azz leaned against the sink chest first in a lot of pain, as Transfusion set up the chair in the middle of the ring, backed up to the farthest corner, and took a run at the chair! Transfusion then sprung off the chair and hit a huge flying back elbow on Azz! Azz went down hard, and Transfusion grabbed the chair and went to the top! Transfusion then set up the top rope chair shot, which was the very move that cost him the title to Azz. Azz stood up slowly, using a baseball bat to stand. Transfusion then leapt off, but Azz was playing possum, and nailed the bat against the chair right to Transfusion's face! Azz made a quick pin, and got the 1,2,3!

Announcer-Your winner, and STILL American Wresting Alliance Hardcore Champion, Azzzzzz!

(Azz strutted around the ring, and got a decent amount of heat. He mocked Transfusion as he was helped from the ring, before strutting some more, bat in one hand, belt over his shoulder. Finally, Azz called for a mic.)

Azz-I proved, once again I proved it! I am the most hardcore bastard in this entire company! There is NO one who can take this belt from me!

(All of a sudden, the lights go dim, and the cheap version of "Do you smell what the Gentleman is cooking." Oddly, "The English Gentleman" George Prince got a MASSIVE pop, as he stepped out on the stage.)

Prince-Finally.... The gentleman has come BACK to....Minnesota..

Azz-You idiot! We're not in Minnesota! Stop wasting my time!

Prince-Shut up, Jabroni. The Gentleman says this: It has become very obvious that you want to go one....on one... with the Well Manored one.

Azz-What? What the hell are you talking about?

Prince-The Gentleman is talking about your Hardcore Title, Ace. You've left one person off that list of people you can walk over, Ace,and that is... The Gentleman! (Big Pop)

Azz-Fine, get in this ring, you jerky! And my names not Ace, it's-

Prince-It doesn't MATTER what your name is!

Azz-(Fuming)Get your Vin-Mac rippoff ass in here now, so I can beat it!

(The bell rings, as Prince slides in and immediatly gest pounded. Prince has a lot of heart, but well, he still sucks in the ring. Azz begins battering him with the remaining weapons in the ring, before knocking him out with a fire extinguisher. Prince lays prone as Azz continues to beat on him.)

FJ-Someone's got to stop this!

(Suddenly, "Victory" by Puff Daddy is cued, and John Blaze hits the ring running to a HUGE pop! Azz is ready for him, and goes to clothesline him, but Blaze ducks it. Azz turns around and walks right into the Blazer! Blaze pins him and gets the three count!)

Announcer-Your winner, and NEW AWA Hardcore Champion, John Blaaaaaaaaze!

FJ-he's already wrestled in a title match tonight! This kid is tough!

(The mics from the camera over hear Blaze yelling at the downed Azz that NO one makes a fool out of The Alliance, before strapping on his Hardcore Title and helping Prince to the back.)

FJ-That was the craziest thing I've ever seen.

HS-It's time for our main event! I can't wait for this one!

Announcer-Ladies and Gentlemen... Introducing first... weighing in at 230 pounds... Lead to the ring by Kayla... he is the challenger, Theoren Spencer!

("Desert Rain" by Iced Earth is cued, and Spencer hits the ring with a huge pop! Kayla gets a good pop as she is introduced, and Spencer slides in the ring and climbs on the turnbuckle, driving the crowd wild!)

Announcer-And his opponent... Weighing in at 275 pounds... He is the AWA World Heavyweight Champion... Crimson Dream!!!!

(The lights dim, as "When the Smoke Clears" by Ghostface Killah is cued. Suddenly, big Crimson Pyros shoot off from the stage in a blinding flash! In all of the smoke and flash crimson pyro, the figure of Crimson Dream is shown not walking through the entrance, but rising through the floor! As the lights go back up and the smoke clears, Crimson Dream begins to walk slowly to the ring. He is wearing his Sandmen of Carnage trenchcoat, and under the coat, the AWA World Heavyweight Title is visible. When he gets to the ring, he simply waits at ringside, staring at Theoren. Finally Dream strips off his trenchcoat, and hands the World Title to an attendant.)

Announcer-And finally.. our special referee for this match... Killspree!

("Walk" by Pantera is cued, and Killspree hits the ring, wearing a cut off referee's shirt. He gets quite a bit of heat as he hits the ring. The bell rings, and we've got a match! CD slides in the ring, and both men begin trading blows immediatly! CD quickly goes for a shortarm clothesline, but Theoren ducks it and jumps on CD's back from behind, quickly going into a victory roll! Killspree drops down and makes a VERY fast count, but Spencer only gets 2 and a half. As both men get to their feet, Dream questions Killspree's count. With his concentration on Killspree, CD was not watching Spencer when he hit a short drop kick to his knee! Spencer immediatly locked on a Camel Clutch, but Dream was able to power out of it. Dream then made a small package attempt, and this time Killspree gave HIM a fast count! Spencer kicked out, and then got in Killspree's face. Dream took the time to catch his breath, then made a run at Spencer. Spencer was ready, however, and threw Dream out of the ring using his momentum! Spencer followed and the fight spilled into the crowd! They battled fairly deep in the crowd, as Killspree stood in the ring to count. He reached the count of ten, and counted both men out!)

FJ-What a lackluster end to this match! I can't believe it..

(Then, Commishioner Solomon came to ringside, with a microphone in hand. The crowd popped pretted hard.)

Solomon-Y'know what... this match has been kinda lame. Killspree, let's just call this one a falls-count-anywhere shall we? (HUGE pop)

(The match then restarted, as the two fought back to ringside. They finally made next to the ring, where Spencer had control of the match. Spencer hit a leaping DDT from the apron onto the floor, followed by a blatant choke. Spencer got up while Killspree was yelling at him, and CD was able to retrieve the ringbell! Spencer walked right into the hard ringbell shot from Dream, and Killspree called for the DQ!)

FJ-What?! Not again!

("Hail to the chief" is cued, and now President Gray hits the stage. He stands on the other side from Solomon, who glares at him. )

Gray-Killspree, Killspree, Killspree... I told you this match should be fun for everyone! Let's make it no DQ... (by this time, both competitors are standing in the ring behind Killspree,waiting to hear what's going on) As a matter of fact, the contract for this match is now blank. You do whatever you want with this match.

Solomon-Gray, if this is some kind of-

Gray-TRUST me, Shane. Now Killspree, do you understand?

Killspree-(Gets a mic) Lemme get this straight. I can do ANYTHING with this match?

Gray-Anything.

Killspree-Good.

(Killspree then slips out a pair of brass knuckles from his pants, and turns around, nailing a suprised Crimson Dream! Killspree hits Spencer before Spencer can react, then Killspree runs, bounces of the ropes, and hits the Trendkill legdrop on Crimson Dream! He covers CD, and makes the count himself, getting the three count!)

Announcer-Your winner, and NEW AWA World heavyweight Champion, Killspree!

(As Killspree celebrates in the ring, Gray hits the ring running and embraces him! It was a set up all along.)

Gray-(On the mic) I TOLD you this was my company, and now my chosen champion has the belt!

Solomon-Wait just a god damn minute! You've made a joke of this company for long enough! I want you in the ring, right now!

Gray-I knew you'd say that. Why not? As a matter of fact, let's make it a loser leaves the company match. Me vs. You..

Solomon-Fine! But i'll do you one better. You're little chosen champion needs to drop that belt TONIGHT! Let's make it a tag match! Crimson Dream, Theoren Spencer and myself versus Killspree and you! Whoever gets the pinfall gets the World Title, and the losing team's captain is fired!(Big pop)

Gray-You're on!

(Gray and Solomon circle each other as the bell rings. They lock up, but Gray slips out of the hold and slides outside. He takes his sweet time before climbing back in. Gray then takes a run at Solomon, who drops him with a toe hold! Gray quickly crawls back to his corner, and begs off. Solomon stands there waiting, obviously disgusted. Gray begins to close in on him again, but then he suddenly gestures for Mic.)

Gray-Oh yea, there's on other... itty bitty... teensy weensy little thing I left out. Since it's three on two, I procured another partner. Let's bring him out now, shall we. Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back for his one time return match... Bruce Baines!!!!

HS and FJ-Whoaaa!!!

(Baines hits the ring running, obviously in good shape. He quickly tags in to Gray, and faces off with Solomon. The two former champions circle each other, before they go to lock up. However, Baines suprises Solomon with a quick kick to the gut instead, followed by a swinging neck breaker! Baines then viscously chokes Solomon, before whipping him into the ropes and hitting a tiltawhirl back breaker. Solomon is finally able to make the tag, and Theoren Spencer hits the ring! These two men with so much history between them circle once more before locking up. Spencer goes straight for a headlock, and Baines reverses him into the ropes. Baines ducks down, and Spencer jumps over him and then quickly goes for a school boy! Baines is completely suprised, and Spencer would have had the belt, but CRIMSON DREAM broke up the pinfall! Both of those men go into it, and Baines used the distraction to slam both of their heads together! He then DDT'd both of them, and went for a cover on Spencer!)

FJ-Baines could win the World Title, and he doesn't even work for us!f

(The ref counts to two, but then President Gray breaks it up! He pulls off Baines, and they get into a shouting match! Suddenly, Baines pops Gray, and then knocks down Killspree when comes to help Gray! Then all 6 competitors are in the ring, and we've got a brawl!Crimson Dream and Solomon spill to the outside, as Baines leaves the arena all together! Spencer finally has Killspree alone, and hits the Rush to Judgement driver! Spencer stands over the unconscious Killspree triumphantly, when Gray slips up behind him with a chair and nails him in the back of the head! Gray is then the only conscious one in the ring left, and he begins to strut, feeling as if this match is won! He pulls Spencer to center ring, then begins trying to drag Killspree on top of Spencer. Suddenly, the crowd pops hard as Jack Happy hits the ring running! He slips in behind Gray and nails him with the Happy Daze! Gray lands next to Spencer, and all three men are out! Happy then climbs the turnbuckles and begins taunting the crowd, when all of a suddenly, Spencer is able to throw his arm over the chest of Gray! The ref makes the count, and Spencer is World Champion!!!!

FJ-New World Champ! New World Champ!

HS-Do you know what this means! Gray is gone! He's out!

(The crowd pops huge as Spencer holds the belt high over his head on the walkway. He exits with Solomon at his side, as Gray sits in the ring holding his head. The show closes as Killspree stand over him, before spitting on him and leaving.)

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