Powerslam 2001
The PPV opens high above the sold out arena. The fans go nuts as the AWA theme song blairs out over the PA, and the shot finally cuts down to the announce table.),/i>

FJ:Hello ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to Powerslam 2001!! All the titles are on the line, my friends, and there grudges to be settled! I'm Frank Jackson-

HS:And I'm the real announcing talent, Herb Summer.

Frank Jackson:We've got a great show lined up tonight, and we're going to start it out quickly. Phoenix, is already in the ring, for our opening tables match!

Herb Summers: That's right Frank, we've got a great show. Rick Wagner's going to win the US title from Black Dragon. The Paramedics are going to keep their tag titles, and the Punisher is finally going to put Happy out of all of our misery's. In fact, the show's going to be so good, I almost don't mind sitting next to you.

Frank Jackson: Whatever Herb. Look Blaze just entered the ring himself!

John Blaze and Phoenix tie up in the center of the ring as the bell sounds. Phoenix gets the quick advantage with a knee to the gut, and follows up with several stiff punches to the side of Blaze's head. Phoenix whips Blaze into the ropes, and catches him coming back with a hard clothesline. Blaze is looking pretty dazed on the canvas. Phoenix points to the outside of the ring, where a table has already been set up, he works the crowd a minute, getting a pretty decent heat. He then grabs Blaze by the hair, and drags him to his feet. Phoenix then pulls Blaze over to the ropes, and sets him up for a powerbomb to the table outside, but Blaze muscles out of it, and sends Phoenix over the top with a BIG back body drop.

Blaze then works the crowd, getting a pretty good pop, before running into the ropes, and hitting a baseball slide dropkick on Phoenix who is just getting to his feet. Phoenix falls back, and slams his head against the table, but it doesn't break! Blaze then starts laying in a few well placed punches to Phoenix's lower back. Blaze then points to the table, getting another good pop, but shakes his head saying that he's not ready for the match to be over yet. He then throws Phoenix back into the ring, and then slides in himself.

Frank Jackson: It looks like Blaze could have had him there, but he wasn't finished with Phoenix. You wouldn't think he'd make that kinda of rookie mistake.

Herb Summers: I don't think it was much of a rookie mistake, Frank. Blaze is just that confident, can't tell you why he would be though......

Frank Jackson: Maybe because he's a former TV and Hardcore champ.....

Herb Summers: God those were dark days....

Frank Jackson:....

Back in the ring, Blaze is continuing his assault on Phoenix. Blaze has Phoenix in the corner, and is laying into him with STIFF chops to the chest. Blaze then hops over the top rope onto the apron, and from the outside puts Phoenix into position for a suplex. Blaze is able to get him up, but Phoenix squirms out, and somehow manages to catch Blaze with a HUGE sunset flip powerbomb! Blaze is out cold.

Frank Jackson: If Blaze hadn't been so arrogant, this match would've been over now, and he never would have had to take that bump. My god I don't think his neck could take something like that, he may be dead folks.

Herb Summers: No such luck Frank, he's starting to move.

Phoenix steps down off the apron onto the floor, and taunts the crowd, getting him another pretty decent heat. He pulls the groggy Blaze up to his feet, and whips him into the guard rail, and follows him in with a big body splash. Phoenix then continues to punish Blaze with a quick series of punches just above the eye, that splits Blaze open.

Herb Summers: Blaze is bleeding, alright a show worth watching.

Frank Jackson: You're really sick Frank you know that? Blaze is one of the most respected guys in the back, and you're glad the guys bleeding.

Herb Summers: Well, I AM the heel announcer you know.....

Frank Jackson: Oh shut up.

Phoenix now has Blaze by the hair again, and is slamming his head against the steel steps. He then pulls Blaze away, and tries to whip him into the steps, but Blaze gets a burst of energy and reverses sending Phoenix back first into the steps. Phoenix is writhing in pain on the concrete, while Blaze is frantically trying to get his wind back. Blaze slowly makes his way over to Phoenix, and starts dragging him towards the table by the hair. He then NAILS Phoenix right between the eyes, with a stiff punch, causing Phoenix to be laid out on the table. Blaze slowly climbs up himself, and pulls Phoenix into position for the BLAZER!

Frank Jackson: Good lord, it looks like Blaze might just win this think after all!

Herb Summers: Damn.

Phoenix tries to fight out of it, but Blaze holds him, and after wiping the blood out of his eyes, hooks Phoenix's arms, and nails his double under hook piledriver, through the TABLE. The bell sounds, and Blaze is the winner!

Frank Jackson: He did it! Big Bad Blaze is back in the AWA!

Herb Summers: Oh whoopie. I thought for sure we'd seen the last of him a while ago.

FJ: “Up next we have another exciting match, which sees the AWA Light Heavyweight Title up for grabs. The champion, Rupert Wellington of the Dukes of Hardcore is taking on High Velocity’s Jarred Shepard!”

HS: “Wellington is going to add a touch of class to this PPV…I just hope that the AWA fans here tonight treat him with the respect he clearly deserves. He’s a duke, after all…”

FJ: “When did you ever show respect to anyone, Herb? Anyway, pin-falls count anywhere in this match, and I can’t wait to see what happens.”

(‘Montagues & Capulets’ plays over the speakers, as Rupert Wellington strolls towards the ring, closely followed by James - who is carrying the LHW title and polishing it carefully. Wellington has a smug grin on his face, as he waves mockingly to the crowd. He gets into the ring, and James hands him the title. Wellington takes the title from James, before raising it above his head. He is met by a chorus of boos from the crowd, who are clearly not impressed with this cocky young Englishman.)

FJ: “Both competitors are quite evenly matched, neither being the biggest guy in this federation. I have a feeling this match is going to be fast and furious.”

HS: “What do you expect – this is the Light Heavywiehgt championship! Hey, listen to that crowd! They sure as hell don’t like this guy…what the?!”

FJ: “Here comes the ‘Sureshot’!!”

(Suddenly “Broken Crutch” hits the speakers, and Jarred Shepard runs to the ring getting a decent pop from the crowd! He seems really intense, with a look of grim determination on his face. He swiftly slides into the ring, and immediately grabs James, tossing him roughly out of the ring. Wellington is clearly taken by surprise, and backs off. He raises the LHW title, but before he can swing it at Shepard, the ref grabs it from his hands and throws the belt out of the ring. Wellington starts to argue with the referee, but before he can do anything, Shepard is on him! The ‘Sureshot’ lays into Wellington with several vicious punches. Wellington can do nothing to defend against the flurry of blows and staggers backwards. Before Wellington can go down, Shepard hits a DDT. Wellington hits the matt hard; holding his head in pain as Shepard quickly goes up to the top rope.)

FJ: “Shepard is looking sharp tonight. You can see how much he wants that title.”

(Shepard flies from the top rope, looking to land a flying elbow. However, Wellington slides out of the way, and Shepard lands awkwardly on the matt. Wellington shakes his head, before getting to his feet. Shepard is rolling around in pain clutching his elbow. Wellington immediately begins stomping him savagely, trying to work on the injured elbow. Shepard groans in pain, as Wellington continues the attack. Wellington then stops and turns to the crowd, trying to provoke a response. Outside the ring, James has recovered somewhat after being thrown out of the ring. The crowd boos Wellington even more vehemently, as he turns his attention away from Shepard to mock the crowd. As he does this, Shepard slowly makes it to his feet, still clutching his elbow painfully. However, before Shepard can do anything, Wellington notices him. Wellington kicks Shepard in the gut, before grabbing his injured arm and twisting it excruciatingly into an arm lock. Shepard is clearly in a lot of pain, and the referee asks if he had enough. Despite the pain, Shepard shakes his head. He then uses his other arm to elbow Wellington, who breaks the hold and staggers back. Before Wellington can recover, Shepard charges him and hits a clothesline. Wellington goes down, and Shepard immediately goes for a quick cover…1….kickout! Shepard pulls up Wellington, and hits him with a well-executed suplex. Shepard is about to go up top again, when James pulls Wellington out of the ring. James helps Wellington up the entrance ramp, as both men look to make a hasty retreat.)

FJ: “Where are those guys going?”

HS: “They can go wherever the hell they like - this is a falls-count anywhere match! If you ask me, that’s a real smart move by Wellington.”

FJ: “No-one asked you actually, Herb. Here comes Shepard…I don’t think he’s going to let Wellington escape!”

(Shepard has climbed down from the top rope, and rushes after the retreating Wellington. Wellington still looks a little worse for wear, and looks shocked as he sees Shepard chasing him. The referee shakes his head disapprovingly, but follows them both. As Shepard gets close, Wellington grabs his trusty butler James, and pushes him into Shepard, sending both men crashing to the ground. With Shepard down, Wellington turns and makes a dash for backstage. Shepard quickly pushes James aside and gets up, quickly following Wellington. As Shepard reaches the backstage area, Wellington is nowhere to be seen. Shepard looks around him, yelling for Wellington to show himself. There is the sound of a door slamming, and Sheppard dashes off in that direction. He comes to a door slightly ajar, and bursts into the locker-room. Inside the room, two men are seated at a table, with a pot of tea and a tray of scones and cheese. They both turn towards Shepard, who stands at the door way.)

FJ: “Wait a second…that’s Alexander York - Rupert Wellington’s tag-partner ! But who’s he with?”

HS: “Oh my god!! It’s Curiously Bruce the Gay Midget! I thought he was dead! HA HA HA!”

(York immediately gets up, and attacks Shepard with the tray! Scones and cheese fly everywhere, as York brutally sends the tray crashing over Shepard’s head! Bruce looks bemused, as he quietly sips his tea. Suddenly, another door bursts open and in comes Rupert Wellington! Wellington and York both double-team Sheppard, trying to concentrate their efforts on his elbow, which was injured earlier in the match. Bruce gets up, and goes to leave the room, but before he can open the door, it swings open knocking him over! Hugh McReedy, Shepard’s partner in High Velocity rushes in and goes to help his buddy!)

HS: “We have a midget down! Curiously Bruce is down! Someone get some help!”

FJ: “The ref needs to get here fast and exercise some control over the match…”

(McReedy takes down Wellington with a chop to the back, before grabbing York and pulling him away from the hurt Sheppard. McReedy goes to work on York, brutalising him with several quick punches to the head. He then whips him savagely into the wall, taking him down. Wellington and Shepard are still down, as McReedy jumps up onto the table, and launches a drop kick at York! However, York has grabbed George Prince and throws him in the way of McReedy! Prince goes down really hard, as McReedy connects with a perfectly timed drop kick!)

HS: “Dammit! The English Gentleman can’t take much more of this! Get the EMT’s!”

(Suddenly, the ref bursts in followed by AWA security. They manage to drag out McReedy and York. EMT’s immediately put Curiously Bruce on a stretcher, and take him out. Wellington and Shepard get to their feet, and both charge each other! Both men throw blows, but neither can get the advantage. Shepard then dodges one of Wellington’s punches, and hits Wellington with a quick snap suplex. Wellington gets up, dazed, and Shepard then takes Wellington down again with a bulldog! He goes for a cover…1…2…kickout!! The ref tells both men to get back to the ring, and Shepard nods.)

FJ: “Finally, these men are going to get back to the ring… I dread to think what damage these athletic young men could do to themselves if they carry on fighting backstage!”

HS: “Darn… the match was just getting good. Did you see what happened to Curiously Bruce?!”

FJ: “I did Herb… poor midget.”

HS: “HA HA HA HA!!”

(Shepard grabs Wellington by the hair, and drags him back to ring side. Wellington puts up no resistance, until they are half way down the entrance ramp. As Shepard is pulling them along, Wellington hits him with a low blow! Shepard falls to his knees, groaning in pain. Wellington laughs, and again mocks the crowd. He pushes Shepard into the ring, and quickly follows. Shepard is still in a lot of pain after the sneaky low blow, and Wellington quickly locks on a bow and arrow submission manoever. The ref asks Shepard if he’s had enough, but Shepard shakes his head despite the pain. Then, with a truly monumental effort, he manages to get to the ropes, and the ref breaks the hold. Wellington looks disgusted, and shouts angrily at the referee. He turns and savagely kicks the downed Shepard in the gut, before going up to the top rope!)

FJ: “It looks like Wellington wants to finish this match.”

(Wellington signals that he’s going to finish it, and goes for a frogsplash! But Shepard moves out of the way at the last minute!! The fans get to their feet and cheer the Sureshot! Wellington crashes to the canvas, as Shepard quickly gets to his feet. Looking to take advantage of Wellington’s mistake, Shepard immediately goes for the pin…1…2…kickout!”)

FJ: “Wellington’s mistake nearly cost him the match, but somehow he’s managed to kickout of that pin attempt! Shepard looks shocked!”

(Wellington is still lying on the matt, as Shepard gets to his feet, and pulls Wellington up too. Shepard quickly hits Wellington with a neckbreaker, and Wellington goes down yet again. Shepard pulls up Wellington again, and hits him with a great DDT. Wellington looks completely out of it by now, as Shepard looks out to the crowd and tells them the match is over. The crowd cheer in approval, as Shepard hits the 'Swansong'! He rolls up Wellington for the pin….1….2….3 !!!!! Shepard tosses Wellington aside, and grabs the LHW Title, showing it off to the crowd to a good pop!)

FJ: “He’s done it! Ladies and Gentlemen, we have a new AWA Light Heavyweight Champion….Jarred ‘Sureshot’ Shepard!”

(Hugh McReedy makes his way to the ring, and celebrates with his tag partner. Wellington, helped by James, slides out of the ring and walks off with an angry look on his face, muttering curses under his breath.)

HS: “Damn…anyway, who cares about this match? I want to know if Curiously Bruce is OK!”

FJ: “I’ve just been informed that the AWA’s primo gay midget, Curiously Bruce is going to be OK! Don’t worry, folks… he’ll be back in the ring again in no time.”

HS: Other than that catastrophe, what a great match!

FJ: You got that right Herb!...wait a minute, I’m getting word that the NEW AWA owner has arrived here in the arena, and I guess we’re going back to the parking lot now!

HS: This should be good.

(The camera quickly cuts to the parking lot area, where we spot a small early 90’s model, black, Volvo pull into a parking space. Oddly enough all four doors open up, and Big Bad Bitch, Crappie Jack, Erzengel, and Ice Tre' exit the vehicle. They begin arguing loudly at each other while they grab their gym bags from the trunk and head towards the arena.)

Summers: What the hell is this? Are these jobbers the new AWA owners?!

Jackson: I’m not sure I can tell you, Herb...but the AWA must have sold pretty low with a car like that!

Summers: Will somebody please tell me what this is all about?

Jackson: Wait a minute! Look!

(Just then a large black limo pulls into the parking garage, and comes to a stop perpendicular to the luchadore’s car. Slowly, (yet mysteriously) the camera is placed almost on the floor of the garage. The chauffeur exits from the limo, so all you can see is from the bottom of his cheap black slacks to his knees. He makes the long walk to the back of the limo and opens the passenger side door. We see two legs take a step on the ground. This man is wearing a pair of very dark and freshly polished dress shoes. The shoes are hidden underneath his medium gray dress pants. The man slowly begins to walk towards the arena, and as he walks the camera just barely picks up the bottom of a black briefcase, bouncing in step with the man’s walk.)

Jackson: Looks like I’m going to be waiting a little bit longer...

(The camera cuts to the back, where to the surpise of many, Danny O'Shea is sitting! He is leaning against a packing crate and sharing a beer with a few ring crew guys. Suddenly Snow walks past, and stops when he recognizes O'Shea.."

Snow-Great. Another has-been returns.

O'Shea-Hey, if you want to sack up and mess with the Green Clad Lad, i've got all day...

Snow-You're not worth my time...

(Snow turns to leave, then suddenly blindsides O'Shea! He puts the boots to O'Shea until the ring crew seperates them!)

FJ-Wow! Not a great return for O'Shea! Let's get to the ring, folks.

My way starts up as the fans begin to cheer loudly as Mikey Day and Skip Rogers step out to the entranceway.

Announcer: "Weighing a total of 505 pounds, Mikey Day.Skip Rogers, Nooooooo Feeeaaarrrr!"

This just gets the fans more into the match as a No Fear chant starts with Mikey and Rogers slowly walking down, enjoying the fans cheers. They tag fans along the way, and after a full minute of this, finally get into the ring, holding their hands up to a big pop as Welcome to the Jungle starts up, with the cheers quickly turning into boos. With almost every second, the boos get louder and louder as fans begin to hold up TLM signs at a few locations.

Announcer: Weight a total of 499 pounds, they are the World AWA tag team champions and are accompanied by Dave Santini. John Lightning.Steven Striker, the Parameeedddiicss!"

With that, out steps a figure. The fans don't let up, in fact, it seems every fan in the arena immediately boos at the sight of this person, who is none other than Dave Santini! The Paramedics seem to be no where, but Santini walks down, smirking with both the tag team titles over his shoulder. He walks to ring side, stands there for a second, as the fans continue with the huge heat, as suddenly you see behind No Fear, the paramedics from the crowd. Santini nods, with a smirk on his face as he slowly points with his good arm, for No Fear to turn around. As they do, the Paramedics are in and one with a night stick, the other with a chair, nailing both of No Fear down! They laugh and throw their weapons out as they yell at the fan to call the bell. The ref seems reluctant, but both Paramedics get right in his face, forcing him to. They both pick up Mikey day, who is still groggy and throw him over the top rope, leaving Rogers all alone with both Paramedics. The ref tells Striker to get over to his corner, but he ignores the ref and helps with Lightning to pick up Rogers. Striker then sets him up, and picks him up, with Lightning's help to hit a double power bomb on Rogers! The ref walks around, kicking Rogers foot so it goes on the rope without the Paramedics seeing it, and then goes down for the count, 1...2..no, he motions to the rope as both Paramedics look surprised at this. They begin to get up, when suddenly Mikey is seen bouncing off the top rope and hits Striker with a forearm! Lightning goes over to help his partner but Mikey quickly turns around and hit's a closed fist into Lightning's face, and then another, and a third one, knocking him down! He turns around to Striker who is get up, and lands a closed fist on him, and another, and a third one, and then knocks Striker back down with a mafia kick! However, he turns right around to a snapping drop kick right to his face by Lightning! Lightning then covers, but the ref then says it is the wrong man, annoying Lightning who gets up and begins to stalk the ref. Out of nowhere though comes Rogers, who has finally gotten up, hitting Lightning at the side with a pump kick, bounces off the ropes and knocks Lightning down again with a flying forearm, but then bounces off the ropes again and nails a Lou Theisz press onto Lightning pounding the life out of him! He then gets up and turns around right into a stomp to the ribs by Striker followed up by a piledriver! He covers but is stopped before a one count as the ref seems to have something in his eyes. Striker seems really piss as he gets up immediately, only to be knocked down by running lariat, and then pulled up, and hit with a crisp suplex! But, Mikey isn't finished as he holds on, drilling Striker with a DDT, and then holds on still, whips behind him and hit's a German Suplex, which the ref gets down for the count. 1...2...but is broken up by Lightning who amazing hit's a variation of the éziguri from the top rope!

Herb: "Shoot! That was amazing, Lightning went from the top, down, and whips his legs so he hit's a eziguri on Mikey while hitting the ground! And Mikey is hurt. Hahaha!"

Frank: "But Rogers isn't!

Frank is right as Rogers hit's a cross body on Lightning, landing on top. Lightning immediately kicks out as Rogers backs off. Striker is beginning to get up and nods to Lightning who runs for a clothesline, but Roger's ducks, and hurls Lightning over the top with a back body drop! He turns around to see his work, which is a mistake as Striker quickly scoops him up from behind and hit's a back breaker, holds on, and hits another before dropping Rogers. He then immediately locks on a Boston Crab! Rogers seems to be in a lot of pain as the ref runs over to check on him. Rogers seems to be about to give it up as he slowly tries to struggle to the ropes. Each inch is agonizing as he screams out in pain. Mikey is still out of it from Lightning, which leaves Rogers alone, struggling, slowly, to get to the ropes. He seems within arms reach when suddenly he just plops down, seemingly out of it! The ref looks for a second, as if ready to call for the bell, but then pulls the rope over toward Rogers, which Rogers grasps! The ref counts, and fast, 1...2...3..4..with Striker letting go and immediately getting in the ref's face! This isn't wise as Rogers pulls Striker down for a roll up, 1...2..no, Strikers kicks out and then rolls around, gets up, and runs for a clothesline on Rogers. Rogers ducks though and then suddenly ducks again as you see Lightning who has gotten back in attempt a running, jumping clothesline, but only succeeding in knocking his own partner over the top! He turns around and receives a kick to the ribs, doubling him over when suddenly Mikey, who has finally recovered, runs up to hit the Dredd, while Rogers runs up to the top rope. He then jumps hitting the Public Access onto Lighting as the ref gets into position, 1.........2.......but is stopped as Santini nails the ref in the back of the head with the championship belt! The ref is out cold as both Rogers and Mikey look on in disbelief at Santini. Both look like they are about to gang up on Santini when suddenly from behind comes Striker with a board in hand! He nails Mikey in the back of the head, with Mikey's eyes almost going to the top of his head before he just falls straight down and nails the turning Rogers in the ribs so hard that the board breaks! Striker throws what's left to the ground and pulls the doubled over Rogers up for Bad Medicine! Suddenly, Santini gets up top, as Striker picks Rogers up, and jumps down, helping drive Roger's head into the ground with Bad Medicine! Roger's lays limp as Striker then pulls Lightning over on top of Rogers and Santini gets down, outside, but then runs over to the ref who is still out and slaps his hand on the mat three times, signifying the pinfall! He rings the bell as Welcome to the Jungle begins to start up to a chorus of boos! Striker holds up his tag team belt, as Lightning begins to get up slowly, holding up his, both smirking evilly at what they have done, only causing more boos to be drawn their way. They begin to leave the ring when the ref finally begins to get up, look at each other and nod, sliding back in. The ref then begins to get to his feet, wondering what has happened when both Lighting and Striker spike their belts on the ref's head, almost sandwiching him, then pulls off his ref's shirt, revealing a TLM shirt, in which they then pull off and rip into two, throwing it on the ref, laughing as they leave the ring to HUGE heat!

Frank: "What the hell is wrong with the Paramedics?! There was NO reason for that to happen!!!"

Herb: "Sure there was. The ref got in their business, family business, so they taught him a lesson he will never forget!"

Frank: "Your someone I wish I could forget, but that is for another time as we start up our TV title number one contenders match!"

Rocket starts up as TNT comes out to really no reaction from the fans. The ring announcer calls in his weight but is stopped as suddenly the lights go out, and when they come back on, Soul is in the ring, and hit's a moonsault onto TNT as the match begins! The ref counts but TNT kicks out at two, knocking Soul off as he runs to the ropes, and jumps over TNT, but TNT catches him and hit's a snap Spinebuster, quickly rolling him up for the pin, but only getting a two count! TNT then picks Soul up for a power bomb, but Sul reverses into a Hurricanrana which he holds TNT down, but again, only gets a two count! TNT knees Soul in the ribs, hitting a DDT, and goes for the pin, getting another two count, then pulls Soul up, and hits yet another DDT, and lays on top, getting yet another two count again, with Soul pulling him down, almost getting the pinfall himself! Soul then rolls through and runs to the turnbuckle and climbs to the top, with TNT grabbing the rope, knocking Soul down low. He then quickly goes over, and climbs the rope himself, ready to hit The Bomb, when suddenly Soul wiggles a bit, and with momentum, whips himself over in front of TNT, then leaps up, kicks TNT in the ribs, and hits him with the Dark Star on the way down! 1..2..3! Soul gets the fall! Out comes Independent who darts for the ring, slides in, but only to a low drop kick to the face by Soul! Soul then wraps him around but only for a two count! Soul then runs to the other side, with Independent getting up and hitting a snap drop kick into Souls face, hooking him for a two count of his own! Independent gets up immediately and drops and elbow, and then another into Soul, and gets another two count. He quickly walks over to Soul's legs, and looks to lock on a figure four leg lock when Soul reaches over and hooks Independent in a small package! 1...2.., no, Independent rolls over, 1...2..no, Soul kicks out! Soul gets up and begins to run, hitting a cross body block on Independent, again only getting a two count! Independent begins to get up as Soul runs to the ropes and runs again toward Independent but Independent throws him hard into the turnbuckle, and then hit's a snap German Suplex, 1...2...no, Soul kicks out, but barely! Soul begins to get up, holding his head in pain as Independent hit's a snap drop kick to Soul's head, crashing him hard into the turnbuckle, and Soul begins to wobble back, as Independent locks his arms and whips around, ready to hit the Impaler! But Soul breaks free, and kicks the Independent in the ribs as he turns around and in one fluid motion hit's the Dark Star! 1...2...3! Soul gets another win but suddenly out runs Snow from the crowd, with a chain in hand! He nails Soul right in the back of the head, and throws the chain out as the bell sounds signifying their match! Soul is barely conscious and just wobbles right around as Snow kicks him in the ribs and hits Critical Conditioner! He covers Soul and gets the three count as the fans boo in outrage!

Out runs The Taal, full of steam as he gets in the ring, trading punches with Snow. Snow then whips Taal to the ropes, and Taal slides behind Snow, and hit's a German Suplex! He gets a two count, then pulls Snow up, and gets kicked in the ribs! Snow then picks Taal up as if for a power bomb, but Taal wiggles free, and hit's a Neck Breaker while he is going down and gets another two count! He then backs up and gives a get up signal as Snow gets up and runs, ready to gore him but Snow uses this to his advantage to his a massive DDT and covers, but Taal kicks out at two! Taal gets up, only to be knocked down by a Superkick from Snow, who then follows up with a moonsault, but still only gets a two count! Snow nails Taal a few times in the head, then runs to the ropes and jumps over, turns around and jumps on the rope for a sling shot cross body! But Taal holds up hitting a whiplash effect on the ropes and then holds Snow down, his feet on the ropes, but Snow kicks out at the last second, to the shock of Taal! He then picks Snow up, as if ready to hit his finisher when Snow hits several elbows to Taal's head, breaking the hold, and then kicks him in the ribs, and sets him up for his! Suddenly, out from the crowd is O'Shea, who smacks Snow right in the back, amazingly not seen by the ref, and the head with a chair shot, stunning him enough to have Taal break out of the DDT position and hit's the Break in Taal, getting the three count to a smirking O'Shea! Snow rolls out of the ring and he and O'Shea begin trading punches as John Blaze runs out, ignoring both of then, and so does Phoenix, Taal's partner! Taal and Blaze begin to trade punches with each other, with Blaze getting the upper hand, and throws Taal to the ropes, but Taal comes back with a spear! Taal then runs up and tries to hit a 450, but Blaze moves out of the way, then tries to cradle Taal, but only gets a two count! Blaze is up first, and kicks Taal in the ribs, and nails a double arm DDT, going for the pin yet again, but only getting a two count. Blaze bounces off the ropes and hit's a flying forearm, still netting another two count. Blaze gets up, only to be rolled over in a school boy, for Taal to get a near pinfall, in which Blaze goes for another clothesline, with Taal ducking, kicks Blaze in the ribs, and hit's a pedigree! He goes for the pinfall, `1....2..no, Blaze still kicks out! Blaze is picked up by Taal and Taal proceed to power bomb several times, but on the third time, Blaze wiggles hit body over Taal and amazingly hit's a reverse DDT! He's winded though from the power bombs so neither man moves, but after a few seconds, Blaze puts hit hand over Taal, 1...2...no, Taal kicks out! Blaze begins to get up, and so does Taal, with Taal hitting a low blow on Blaze. He then whips Blaze hard into the turn buckle, with Taal signaling for his finisher! He goes over and grabs Blazes head, and sit on to of the turn buckle, ready to hit his finisher, but as he swings around, Blaze has enough strength to swing him right back on the turn buckle, then climb it, and hit a super northern light's suplex off the top! The ref counts put out of no where comes Phoenix, nailing Blaze in the face and ribs with the chair, signifying the DQ! But Phoenix doesn't stop there and throws the ref out of the ring, then proceeds to hit Blaze unmercifully with the chair, over 30 times, to the point that Blaze is a bloodly mess, and not moving! Phoenix then pulls the unconscious Blaze up, and drags him over to the ropes, and lifts him over, hanging him between the ropes! He then bounces off the other rope and when he gets to the other side, smashes the chair hard on Blaze to the point that Blaze is released and falls limp to the ground!

Frank: "What the hell is Phoenix's problem? He just destroyed John Blaze!!"

Herb: "Hahah, did you hear that? Because Blaze is so hurt, he's out of the TV title hunt! Phoenix just single handily cost Blaze the TV title, and Blaze wasn't even in the match!"

Frank: "That's sick! There are some doctors now over with Blaze, they are unsure how to get him out of here."

Herb: "Put him on a stretcher, in a casket, whatever, just get him out of here!"

Frank: "Why you.?!"

Frank doesn't finish as you see Sgt. Hammer and Johnny Hill fighting out of the entranceway! The announcer yells that since they are still in the TV title match, that those two would be next! From the looks of both men, it seriously looks like the marines have picked a fight with the army! Hill hit's a nice Superkick that knocks the Sgt rolling down the ramp, and quickly into the ring, but as Hill tries to get in, Hammer kicks the ropes, as Hill falls the rest of the way in with pain. He covers but only gets a one and a half count, then kicks Hill in the groan, covers again after the ref's yelling and gets a two count. Hammer picks Hill up, and hits him with a crisp body slam, then stomps him a few times, runs toward the ropes as Hill is starting to get up, and attempts his finisher, but Hill reverses it into a T-Bone suplex! Hill covers but only gets a two count of his own. He then pulls Hammer up, and hooks him in the position for a reverse DDT, rams Hammer's head into his knee, pulls him up and hit's a reverse suplex! He then quickly runs to the rope behind Hill, and waits, hitting a top rope bulldog as Hammer gets up! He covers, 1....2...no, Hammer kicks out! Hill seems slightly surprised but doesn't really let this faze him as he begins to climb the rope, looking for some other high risk maneuver when Hammer gets up, sees him, and knocks him down so he does a flip into the ring! He then yells mudhole to a decent pop as he begins to stomp a mudhole into Hill, and after several stomps, backs off, waiting. Hill gets up, shaky as Hammer runs for the Ambush, but Hill ducks, then quickly bends down, and picks Hammer up, and while swinging around, hit's the Detonator! He covers and gets the three count!

Suddenly, from the fans comes Caldera, with a board in hand! He smashes Hill in the back and then in the ribs before the bell even begins, throws the board out, and hit's the Caldera Drop to a ton of boos from the fans as he gets the three count! He smirks and kicks Hill several times, rolling him basically out of the ring, receiving more boos when Vapor Adams darts for the ring, with a chair in hand, then nails Caldera! The bell rings and he nails Caldera again!

Frank: "I just got word that since Caldera used that board last match against Hilll, the ref is letting this go!"

Caldera receives one more chair shot right to the face and as he falls, Adams covers, but only receives a two count! Adams gets up immediately and drops several elbows onto Caldera's face, then covers again, only getting a two count again. Caldera gets up, as Adams goes for a running clothesline, but nails Adams in the ribs with the nearby board, then hit's a DDT, in which he gets his own two count for. He then locks on a side leg lock, using his other leg to push Adams down in hopes for a pinfall! Adams has a lot of strength though and begins to pull himself toward the rope, inch by inch, with Caldera holding the hold on all he way. Adams grabs the ropes in which Caldera lets go, and pulls Adams out of the ropes the hard way, and whips him around right into an STF! Or at least he tries to, as Adams keeps moving his head to avoid the head lock part of it, and nails Caldera with a back elbow. But Caldera will not be denied and hit's a few shots to the back of Adam's head. He tries again, but Adams's still hit's a few elbows, stopping Caldera and with this, also manages to move close to the ropes. Caldera in return hit's a few more punches to Adams head, and then finally locks on the head lock, but it's too late as Adam is too close to the ropes and grabs it! Caldera has to let go, but kicks Adams, as both he and Adams begin to get up. He then begins to pull Adams up, but suddenly Adams pulls him down with an arm bar right into a crippler crossface! Caldera is in a lot of pain, but is close to the ropes and quickly inches his way enough to grab it! Adams holds on as the ref begins to count and lets go at four, then quickly runs up to the top rope, and nails Caldera who was getting up, down with missle drop kick! He then drags Caldera into middle of the ring, but Caldera kicks him in the face as he tries to go down for a sharpshooter, having Adams back off a few steps. Caldera then gets up and begins to run with a clothesline but Adams ducks and locks on a cobra clutch sleeper! He holds onto it as Caldera tries to wiggle free! Caldera though can't, and begins to go down, to the fans delight, when he suddenly tries another effort of getting up and begins to climb the ropes with his feet in hopes to flip over Adams or break the hold. Adams seems to have trouble holding on, but at the last seconds, hit's a Cobra Clutch drop onto Caldera rather than breaking it! He covers, 1...2....no, Caldera kicks out at the last second! Adams gets up, and kicks Caldera low and then locks on a sharp shooter on Caldera in the middle of the ring, but Caldera has some ring presence left and manages to push up as Adams tries to sit down, thereby stopping a lot of the pressure of the sharpshooter! Adams sees this and lets go, then kicks Caldera in the ribs and hits him with a power bomb on the chair that is still in the ring, hooking Caldera, but only getting a two and a half! He then picks Caldera up again, but Caldera low blows Adams and then quickly hit's a northern light's suplex, onto the chair for his own two and a half count. Adams then gets up and swings around before Caldera, and hit's a German suplex still on that same chair, still receiving a near pinfall! Caldera kicks out so that he does a back ward roll, and then runs up and hit 's a running, German suplex of his own on Adams, getting himself a near fall as well! Adams gets up, and nails Caldera in the ribs with a rabid punch, then goes for The Last Call but Caldera side steps him and then goes for the Caldera Drop right onto the chair! 1.......2........no, Adams, at the last second, as if by miracle kicks out! Caldera is in disbelief! He pulls Adams up again and into positon for another Caldera Drop, but Adams whips himself behind Caldera, then picks up the chair, throws the chair into Caldera who catches it and hit's The Last Call onto Caldera's face with the added impact of the chair! He covers, 1.......2........no, Caldera kicks out at the last second as well, with Adams looking on in disbelief! Adams goes for another Last Call as Caldera is getting up but Caldera side steps him again, then goes for the Caldera drop, in which Adams again, whips himself over and behind Caldera, but Caldera then reverses so he is behind Adams and rolls him up! 1...2...Caldera is holding the ropes as the ref counts for three! Laguna Breeze plays as fans boo him everything, with Caldera, now outside, bleeding and tired, holds his hand up in victory! But wait, Adams slides out behind him and as Caldera turns around, hits another Last Call, knocking Caldera out to a big pop!

Frank: "Damn Caldera! It was a great match but he cheated to win it!"

Herb: "No, you mean the better man won. Besides, look what Adams did to him afterwards! Not very sportsman like, huh?"

FJ:Maybe not... but paybacks a bitch in the AWA. (listens to headset) All right! I just got word that the new AWA owner is about to make an announcement from his office in the back!

(The camera cuts to the back where AWA Commissioner Shane Solomon is enjoying a cup of coffee, next to the concession stand, and chatting with some security guy. Suddenly three other masked luchadores talking rather loudly in Spanish begin taking in on the free food behind Solomon. It appears that one of the luchadores has brought a large gym bag with him, and starts to place a few trays of snacks inside the bag. Solomon and the security guy keep glancing over their shoulders at the luchadores, but continue on talking. Suddenly we hear a muffled yell directed at Solomon. Solomon rolls his eyes, and departs from his friend, who “wishes him luck.” Solomon walks about thirty steps and comes to a large white wall with a brown door in the middle. The entire wall and door seems to be horribly out of place with it surroundings, but Solomon doesn’t seem to notice. He opens the door and steps inside. The camera then cuts to the interior of the room on the adjacent wall to the door. The room itself is almost completely empty. The walls are as bright a white as possible, and in the far corner from the camera is a medium sized plant. Other than that the only thing in sight of the camera is an edge of a desk to the left, and Solomon standing to the right.)

Solomon(reluctantly, and in a low voice): Yes boss?

Mr. Unknown: You took long enough.

Solomon: Sorry boss.

Mr. Unknown: That didn’t get you here any sooner...but I’ll have to accept your wretched excuse for an apology anyways. Now, I need you to deliver a message to the people in this arena. I just signed a match...here.

(Solomon reaches over the desk and comes back with a piece of paper. His reads over the paper, and his eyes drop, as does his mouth.)

Solomon: You want this match, tonight at the Pay-Per-View?!

Mr. Unknown: Yes, it’ll be the only match tonight with any sort of talent involved in it.

Solomon: But, but-but-but...I can’t have this match tonight...

Mr. Unknown: Stop stuttering and get to the ring!! Do you know who your talking to? I can end your tenure here pretty quick mind you! Don’t push me!

Solomon: Yes boss. Sorry boss. It won’t happen again boss.

(With that said Solomon storms out of the office.)

FJ-What the hell was that?

(The camera follows Solomon down the hall, and out to the ring. His music hits, but then is mysteriously cut off! Solomon looks dejected as he gets on the mic.)

Solomon-Ladies and gentlemen... the new owner of the AWA has just booked another match for this card. Coming up within the next half hour, the very first jobber rumble!

HS-YES!!!!

FJ-NOOOO!!!!

(Solomon leaves, and the crowd roars it's approval)

FJ-WHy!?!?!?!?!?

HS-Oh my God.. I can't wait. I'm gonna have to stop drinking for that match!

Abunai steps out to Running with the Devil as he gets a good pop from the crowd!

Announcer: "Weighing in at 232 pounds, he is the challenger for the AWA hardcore title, Erai Abuuuunnnnaaaiiii!"

That helps Abunai get a bigger pop as he slides in the ring, with a baseball bat in one hand, along with his other gloved hand! Suddenly the Heart's Filthy Lesson starts up to a chorus of boos as Low and Ramona come out, Ramona holding Low's title which Low looks on in some disgust:

Announcer: "Weighting in at 245 pounds, he is part of the family and is the current Hardcore champion, Loooww!"

That just gets more boos but Low doesn't seem to care and picks up a chair from the last match, then slides inside as the bell rings! Low goes to smash Abunai in the face, but Abunai ducks and nails Low in the ribs with the ball bat and then upper cuts him in the face with the glove. He then proceed to continue to hit Low in the back with the ball bat, with Low, surprisingly getting up after each hit! Abunai drops the bat and then goes down with a punch to the back of Low's head with the glove! Low still begins to get up in which Abunai helps him up, right into a DDT position in which he spikes him, holds on and then nails Low with a vertical spin suplex! He then rolls ontop of Low and punches him several times in the face with the glove, rolls behind again and looks to go for an STF, but Low kicks him low! Low gets up to a bent over Abuani and hit's a stunner, but Abunai bounces off the ropes, dazed, but still up as Low kicks him again in the ribs, and nails a DDT, then holds onto him and hit's a brain buster, but doesn't stop there as he pulls him up again, and whips behind him, nailing Abuani with a Dragon suplex! `1..2..Abunai kicks out! Low quickly gets up and gets a chair, nailing Abunai in the head, then in the face with several shots, busting him wide open! He throws the chair to Abunai, but Abunai throws it back and hit's a short arm clothesline onto Low while he holds the chair. Low begins to get up in which Abuani runs and then connects with the rising Low with a handspring flying elbow smash! He covers Low but only gets a two count! He pulls Low up, but Low nails him in the ribs and tries to slam him, but Abunai slides behind Low, then hits him with a full nelson, and locks on the Dragon Sleeper as Low's upper half of the body bounces up from impact! He has it on good, but Low refuses to tap out! Low begins to stand up, reducing the pressure but Abuani kicks him in the legs, knocking him back down. Low doesn't give up though and stands up again, and elbows Abunai several times in the ribs, breaking the hold, then whips around, and hits Abunai with a snap suplex! Low runs over to the turnbuckle and climbs up immediately, then jumps hitting a frog splash on Abunai! He covers but the ref gives a two count! Low gets up and quickly lock the weakened Abunai into a figure four! Abunai is in the middle of the ring but leans up slightly to avoid being pinned and relieving pressure. He then tries to push some more, with Low fighting him, and trying to break Abunai's leg! Abunai looks to have Low turned over when Low gives one push bringing Abunai square onto the mat, and almost pinned due to the extreme amount of pain! Abunai push up and turn over the figure four again, but Low again pushes with all his might, to have Abunai fall again to the mat! Abunai almost get 's pinned again, but this time, with all his might, he turns over the figure four with one big push, forcing Low to release the hold! Abunai gets up, holding his damaged leg but not for long as Low then smashes him in the face with a chair, knocking him down! Low drops the chair and slides to the outside, throwing in various other weapons!

Frank: "For someone who hates this division, Low isn't doing that bad!"

Herb: "ha, for once we agree! C'mon Low, cripple him! Tear off his leg and beat him with it!"

Frank: "Oh come now!"

Frank doesn't finish as Low is in the ring now, with a trash can, which he puts into the corner. He then picks Abunai up and throws Abunai, but Abunai collapses under the weight due to his bad leg! Low sess this and runs for a clothesline, but Abunai ducks back down, and throws Low right into the corner and trash can, with a loud thud being heard, and with such impact that the trash can shoots out of the ring! Low is bleeding now him as he walks around dazed to Abunai, who grabs a golf club and nails Low, low with it. He doesn't stop there as he then nails Low in the face, in the ribs, on his legs and as Low falls down on his knees in pain, right in the back of the head, breaking the club! He covers, 1....2...no, Low kicks out! Abunai pulls over a brief case and throws it into Low's face, then dropkicks Low when he catches it and goes for the pin again, receiving another two count! Abunai then sets up a table that was in the ring, to the corner, and puts Low onto it. He then gets on the table itself, and begins to pick Low up, but Low hits him low and then piledrives him! But the table doesn't break as Abunai falls down to the ground, hurt! Low smirks at this as he puts Abunai back on the table, and begins to pick him up for a power bomb, but Abanai goes through it, then with whatever strength he has left, manages to almost throw Low into the nearby turnbuckle in a seated position. Abunai stops for a second to take a breathe as Low begins to stand looking for a drop kick onto Abunai on the table but Abunai quickly gets up and jumps over toward Low and in one fluid movement hit's a Frankensteiner right onto the table! He covers, 1...2....no, Low kicks out at the last second! Abuani looks surprised but he sets up another table and puts Low onto it. He then climbs to the top, ready to hit a Sky Twister Press, but Low is standing up! Abunai changes his mind and then jumps, looking for another Frankensteiner from the turnbuckle to Low on the table but Low uses his own momentum to hit a massive power bomb on Abunai right through the table! Both men go down in a heap, when suddenly "C4" Johnny Hill's music hits! Hill comes out to a good reaction, and he is carrying a trash can of junk! He sits at the timekeepers table and begins piecing some of the junk together, as both men in the ring struggle to their feet. Hill finally sets the two devices he was working on down on the floor and gets to his feet. Each device, which is a board that has plywood strapped to it, is then slid into the ring by Hill. Hill sets one in the middle of the ring and wedges another between the middle and top rope. Low and Abunai are up again, and Hill suddenly whips Abunai into the corner with the device! The device explodes and Abunai is covered with a ball of flame for a split second! Abunai crumples, smoking!)

FJ-C4 brought in... C4!!!!!

(Hill then hits The Explosion on Low ON TOP OF THE DEVICE! Low is engulfed in a quick flame, and Low bounces off and rolls to his stomach, showing his charred back. Hill then pulls Abunai on top of Low for the 1,2,3!!! Hill then gets on the house mic.)

Hill-Abunai, you now have something I want, and I won't back down until it's mine!!

FJ-He's nuts! Fun, but nuts!

(Low and Abunai are helped to the back.)

Frank: And now its time for the match so many people out there have been waiting for-

Herb: Are you kidding?! This is the freak-show right?

Frank: Shut up. The AWA has had a long history of misfits-

Herb: -you for one.

Frank (ignoring herb): a long history of misfits, incompetent wrestlers, and just plain stupid morons. For years, every has wanted to know who really is the greatest AWA reject of all time, and tonight, we get to finally find out!

Herb (sarcastically): Whoopee. I can barely contain myself.

Frank: 15 Competitors will fight in this next event, each coming in at two minute intervals after the first two superstars have begun the match!

Herb: Superstars?

Frank: Well… some of them have become legends in their own right. Its time to see the first competitor right now.

-The crowd quieten for the entrance of the first competitor. Its Welshman Taffy Evans who makes his way to the ring to a distinct lack of support-

Herb: A legend in his own right huh!?

Frank: Okay, not all were loved. Taffy who appeared in the federation in the latter half of last year achieved in making absolutely no impression whatsoever on the wrestlers or the fans.

Herb: That's surprising. Wales boasts so many talented personalities.

-The next competitor enters the arena, to a few boos and jeers. He is accompanied by scantily clad midgets, who dance lustily around him, and closer inspection reveals it to be Damien-

Herb: Oh I remember this guy, he didn't think the AWA was good enough for him. Kick his ass Taffy!

-Damien slides under the ropes into the ring, and the bell goes to signal the start of the event. They quickly tangle, looking to get the early edge over each other, and Taffy gets the initiative overpowering the connoisseur of midget porn. Locking in a front head lock, he starts to weaken Damien. Damien struggles, slips back out the headlock, and puts in one of his own. He locks it in for several more seconds before Taffy does the same in return, slipping out of the hold, and putting on another headlock. Sections of the crowd begin to boo loudly and debris flies into the ring. The rest of the crowd have moved off in search of food-

Herb: How many competitors did you say there were again?

Frank: Umm… 15 altogether.

Herb: Oh dear god!

-Taffy Evans then stuns the crowd by releasing the headlock, taking Damien to the mat, and then locking in a sleeper. He keeps it locked in for a long time and Damien starts to tire. The energy visibly drains from Damien and shortly after Taffy Evans lets go and Damien collapses to the mat. Excited by this first great achievement he starts to dance round the ring, trying to get some crowd support but all boo him except for a group of people from the valleys who have made the journey to see Wales' greatest national hero. He waves back to them as the countdown begins for the next competitor-

Frank: Here we go… 5… 4… 3… 2… 1… and the third competitor is…

Herb: "Ice Tre'?!"

-Ice Tre' has the added pleasure of his music being sung live by Vanilla Ice. He runs down and flies into the ring with a purpose, sneaks up behind Taffy who is still showboating to his fans, and takes him down with a Russian leg sweep. Damien staggers back to his feet, Tre' sees him, and hits him with a standing side kick that makes Damien crumple up in a heap on the canvas. The crowd stop booing for a moment and seem visibly surprised-

Frank: Wow, I thought Ice was pretty much useless when he was here.

Herb: Lets keep this in perspective… he's fighting Damien and Taffy Evans!

-The next competitor then runs out long before he is due. Its Bloodclot and seeing the carnage in the ring, he goes down to get himself a piece of Tre'. The referees try to remove him from the ring, but eventually give him and just let him stay. Tre' and Bloodclot begin a stare-down-

Herb: Just let him stay, the sooner this is finished with the better.

Frank: It looks like things are about to explode Herb!

Herb: Oh wow, Bloodclot and Tre' are about to explode. Should I stand back?

-Tre and Bloodclot stare at each other for almost a full minute, with Damien and Taffy still down on the mat, hurt. Then suddenly Bloodclot delivers a huge fist to Tre', but he takes it and returns it. They start to exchange blow after blow, knocking each other back and forth, until Bloodclot hits Tre' with a short clothesline nearly knocking him out of his boots. Tre jumps up, stunned, and walks into another. He gets back up, and another clothesline follows. Damien gets back up, runs at Bloodclot, and gets put back down with a powerslam. Taffy is now up, runs at Bloodclot, who takes him to the mat with a drop toe hold, and then holds Taffy in an ankle lock. Taffy starts to scream in pain-

Herb: Wow, even I'm surprised at how intense Bloodclot is!

-Bloodclot locks in the hold more tightly, until Tre hits him with a double-axe handle after quickly recovering from those clotheslines. Tre starts to get his own back now and whilst Bloodclot swings and misses, Tre hits a quick neckbreaker on him. With the other three men laid out on the mat, he waits for the next competitor. The crowd begin to count. 5… 4… 3… 2… 1… The next competitor walks painfully slow to the ring-

Frank: It's the Big Bad Bitch himself!

-The big bad bitch gets into the ring menacingly, sees Ice Tre' mocking him, and then runs at Tre'. He gains amazing momentum, goes for a huge clothesline on Tre', misses, and throws himself over the ropes in the attempt-

Herb: The Big Bad Bitch lasted all of three seconds. Impressive!

-Tre looks over the top rope down at BBB who has knocked himself out on the arena floor. Medics come down to carry him off as Tre gets hit from behind by the three men who have all got back up and start to triple team him. Damien, Taffy, and Bloodclot are all stomping a mudhole in Tre, driving him further and harder into the floor. Taffy and Damien then lift up Tre', and Bloodclot stands back and punches him in the face. They hold him up again, and Bloodclot repeats it-

Frank: Ice Tre is taking one helluva beating!

-They lift him up a third time, Bloodclot stands back for increased power, but Tre ducks it and Bloodclot ends up knocking Damien to the mat! Tre hits a low blow with his foot on Taffy, and then takes down Bloodclot with a spinebuster! Taffy is quickly up though and rushes Tre', brawling with him on the mat. Damien, obviously peeved, starts to do the same with Bloodclot. The momentum switches continuously between the fighting couples, as the crowd start to count down for the next competitor-

Crowd: 5… 4… 3… 2… 1…

-The lights go out, and then a huge pop comes out as the lights turn back on to reveal George Prince standing at the top of the ramp, in knee-braces, steel chair in one hand, and a George Prince 3:16 shirt on! He has a mic at the ready-

George Prince: I've been watching you sons of bitches out here playing around with each other, and now its George Prince's turn to turn up the heat, and this will be the very worst… day… of your lives! So if you wanna see George Prince come down and beat the crap outta these sorry sons of bitches… gimme a hell yeah!

Crowd: HELL YEAH!

-They cheer him on wildly as he flies down to the ring, the others still brawling on the mat. He prepares the chair right back behind him, and as Taffy Evans gets back to his feet, George Prince swings and connects with a chair shot that sends Taffy flying right over the ropes! Tre', still dazed, gets up and George Prince repeats the process. Tre's lands right on top of Taffy Evans on the outside. George Prince then waits for Bloodclot to get up, and sends him over the ropes too with a big chair shot! Bloodclot lands on top of the human waste pile on the outside, as George Prince drops the chair and watches Damien closely. A long time goes by-

Frank: I wouldn't like to be Damien right now!

-Damien stumbles back to his feet, and slowly staggers around, his back to George Prince. He hears the crowd reaction and wonders whats going on. Confused, he starts to regain his vision, and then turns around to see who's left. His vision then clears to show him George Prince. George Prince gives Damien the finger, and then knocks him out with a massive George Prince Stunner! George Prince with a bad ass look on his face pulls the shattered Damien back to his feet, throws him over the top rope, and goes back to get the mic-

George Prince: George Prince 3:16 says I just whooped your ass!

-He throws the mic down to huge applause and stands eagerly awaiting the next competitor with cold hard eyes. The countdown begins again… 5… 4… 3… 2… 1… the buzzer sounds, and a short fat Mexican walks out-

Herb: It's El Hefe!

-El Hefe, obviously not too confident about his chances, tries to run backstage but is pushed out again. George Prince clambers underneath the ropes and runs after El Hefe whilst he tries to plead with the officials. He sees George Prince barely before Prince knocks him down with a forearm. He picks Hefe back up and drags him back to the ring, throwing him into the ring before climbing back in. George Prince with clenched fists is beating at the face of Hefe, slowly, but surely, drawing more and more blood from him. Contemptuously he turns away in disgust of El Hefe, who obviously isn't competition enough for him, and goes back for his steel chair. He picks it up, and El Hefe seeing the look in George Prince's eye, pleads for mercy. George hears him out, and seemingly turns away with pity for the little man… but then suddenly turns back and starts pounding him with the chair. Shots to the midsection follow shots to the head, to the arms, to the legs. El Hefe starts to spit blood-

Herb: I thought these guys got along?!

Frank: There are no friends when a prize like this is at stake!

Herb: Prize? Most talented no-hoper? That's like me fighting for your title of worst commentator.

Frank: You're so much better huh Herb?! Most of the time you cant even turn up to the events sober.

Herb: …"

Frank: Well?

Herb: It's… muscle relaxant.

-George Prince picks Hefe up by the hair and starts talking trash to him. He leans him on the ropes and goes to knock him over but Hefe ducks and with surprising speed for a man of his… 'ample' size leaps to safety the other side of the ring from George. Hefe then realises he's next to the steel chair and picks it up, threatening George with it. The countdown begins again-

Crowd: 5… 4… 3… 2… 1…

-The buzzer sounds and another person, hidden in the shadows, appears at the top of the ramp and prepares himself to speak. George Prince and El Hefe stop and look at the figure with intrigue-

Figure: What kind of match is this anyway? Its an insult that someone like me should have to compete with you freaks. George… you'll never ever be anything with those stupid gimmicks… and Hefe, you're just a fat nobody… you two suit each other. You're perfect for this match. However, I am not.

I am so much different from you people, I have the talent and the ability to be the very very best this federation has ever seen… so today, I'm gonna show you all what you've been missing for so, so long… and when I win, you'll see its time every champion in this federation bowed down to me, for I will show you all… that I am… the GREATEST… OF ALL TIME!!

-With shock, the crowd go wild anticipating the battle about to erupt-

Frank: Oh… my… god! I thought we'd seen the last… of The G.O.A.T. !!!

Herb: He's back! A legend is back!

Frank: Not for very long I suspect.

-The GOAT walks down slowly, taking his time to sign autographs for some of the fans, as George Prince and El Hefe wait for him. The GOAT slides in and immediately George and Hefe try to rush him, but the GOAT hits Prince with an elbow, and with a quick suplex driver Prince hard into the mat. Hefe rushes to turn that tables but the GOAT trips him and quickly locks in the crossface on Hefe! George leans against the corner post to recover, and then hearing Hefe's screams of agony, hits the GOAT from behind and starts driving his fists into him. Prince picks up the GOAT, irish whips him against the ropes, and lands a perfect sidewalk slam. Hefe and Prince are now both up and start to pound on the GOAT. Then someone, unannounced, makes his way down the ramp to the theme of the A-Team. It's Mr T! He walks over to Frank and Herb and takes a seat whilst the two men continue to pound on the GOAT in the ring-

Frank: Hi, it's a pleasure to meet you.

Herb: Ass kisser. What you doing here T?

Mr T: Ahm maaad, cuz mah man Tre' was screwed outta winnin' here tonight!

Herb: So why you come here to commentate?

Mr T: Look, I don' have to answer yo' questions. Ah pity da foo' who asks too many questions.

Herb: Okay, sorry, here, have some milk.

-Herb hands Mr T a glass of milk, who drinks it gladly. He then collapses on the floor unconscious as Sgt Deadeye Hammer walks down and grabs hold of Mr T. He begins to drag him off, but not before thanking Herb-

Sgt Deadeye Hammer: Thankyou Herb, ah love it when a plan comes together.

-He drags the unconscious Mr T off as the countdown begins for the next competitor-

Frank: What the hell was that all about?

-Herb ignores him and joins in with the crowds countdown… 5… 4… 3… 2… 1… it's Erzengel! He flies in to the aide of The GOAT and knocks Hefe off. Prince continues to beat on The GOAT whilst Erzengel whips Hefe to the corner, runs to the ropes, and takes down Hefe with a bulldog! Stunned, Hefe gets to his feet, looking dazed. He gets whipped to the ropes again, but as he runs back off the ropes, he leaps at Erzengel and takes him down with a Lou Thesz press! George Prince picks the GOAT up and lifts him with great strength up into the air, and drops him into a piledriver. Hefe, getting far too carried away for his own good, climbs up to the top rope, and attempts a moonsault! It goes horribly wrong and he hits the mat hard as the Erzengel moves out of the way. Hefe rubs his painful stomach as Erzengel hits him from behind. He then drags Hefe over, calls to the crowd that its all over, grins manically, but as he goes to lift Hefe, he eye-rakes him. Erzengel is blinded, and as he stumbles around, he walks right into the Hefe-Bomb! Meanwhile George Prince hits a vertical suplex on the GOAT who is really starting to hurt from the punishment he is taking. Hefe goes over to help George Prince with the GOAT. He asks George Prince to let him have a go at taking him apart, and Prince obliges. Hefe leans the GOAT up against the ropes and goes for a clothesline to put him over the ropes… but somehow the GOAT pulls down Hefe, and clings on to the ropes. Hefe falls over the top and lands on the floor astonished! The crowd moan downhearted.-

Frank: "El Hefe's out of here! Still, it was an excellent performance by Hefe.

Herb: But now it's two on one! George Prince has the GOAT and Erzengle to deal with as they move in on him!

-Erzengel moves in first on George Prince but Prince lifts him on his shoulders and takes him out with a Samoan drop! The GOAT, stunned after watching this, goes for George Prince who delivers a clothesline from hell to him. George gives the one finger salute to the crowd who go wild, and then slides under the ropes to go get some weapons. As he's doing so, the crowd realise the next competitor is about to join, and start the count again-

Crowd: Five… four… three… two… one…

-All the lights go out. Its complete darkness, until moments later, psychadelic lights stream around the arena, and The Right to Boogie run out! "Disco Duck" plays over the system and Disco Duck comes out dancing with the Men Without Hats and the rest of his team! The crowd go nuts as Disco Duck, conqueror of the almighty Johnny Justice for the final ever time, makes his way ringside. George Prince ignores all the activity, gets some trashcans in the ring, slides back in, and starts pounding Erzengel and the GOAT with them. Disco Duck gets in the ring, delivers a quick legdrop to Erzengel, and quacks in delight. As he dances around, he almost walks right into George Prince, who pushes him in the chest and begins to shout the immortal words-

George Prince: DISCO!!!

Disco Duck: QUACK!?

George Prince: … GET THE TABLES!!!

-The crowd go ballistic as Disco Duck goes under the bottom rope, grabs a wooden table, and puts it into the ring. The big duck then starts to set the table up as George Prince grabs Erzengel, preparing him for the trip through the table. However the GOAT gets back up and hits George Prince, knocking him down. The Table is still set up by the edge of the ring as Erzengel gets up dizzily and goes to pound Disco Duck with stinging fists as the GOAT continues beating on George Prince. Disco Duck lays immobile on the mat as the crowd boo seeing George Prince picked up slowly and being driven into the mat with various suplexes and powerslams-

Herb: This crowd is hostile! Why the hell do they wanna see George Prince and Disco Duck do so well anyway?

Frank: I'll never understand.

-Erzengel makes a throat cutting sign and begins the ascent to the top rope. He sits down as George Prince is lifted onto his shoulders by the GOAT. The GOAT then moves the table to center of the ring, and suddenly crumples up in pain after Disco Duck hits a low blow! The crowd cheer Disco Duck, who then delivers powerful left wings and right wings to Erzengel's midsection. The GOAT gets up, dizzily, and stumbles around once more. George Prince leaps off Erzengel's shoulders and throws him off the top to the floor. Erzengel goes down hard to the outside and is eliminated! The noise level then hits the roof as Disco Duck and George Prince signal for the 3D. George Prince whips The GOAT into the ropes, lifts him up, and Disco Duck and George Prince connect with the devastating "DUCKY DEATH DROP!!" through the table. The countdown begins once more this time almost unnoticed… 5… 4… 3… 2… 1…-

Frank: Uh oh! It's Disco Duck's mortal enemy!

Herb: Who? Funky Chicken? Brass Monkey?

Frank: No, the other one… The Phone Guy!

-The Phone Guy points to Disco Duck, who goes to the outside. Disco Duck teases The Phone Guy to come at him, who obliges, when suddenly he's launched upon by three tiny guys. Disco Duck quacks madly-

Herb: Wait… it's the Double-D-B-M's! I thought Disco Duck had disposed of them!

Frank: The who?

Herb: The Deaf Dumb and Blind Midgets.

-The DDBM's climb all over the increasingly angry Phone Guy, who grabs some pliers from his uniform and beats the Midgets with them. They fall off, confused and surprisingly not quite sure where they are being deaf dumb and blind. Some scantily clad nurses dressed in Right to Boogie costumes come out and take them away as Disco Duck tries to rethink his strategy. George Prince looks on at all this unbelievingly. However, thinking is not one of Disco Duck's strongpoints and he takes so long over it that The Phone Guy rushes at him and starts choking him. Disco Duck quacks in horror, which sends the Men Without Hats running to help. They drag The Phone Guy off and help their master up, when The Phone Guy rushes them and starts beating them all-

Frank: Wow, The Phone Guy is so focused to destroying Disco Duck, he'll do anything to get to him!

-A disturbance starts occurring in the crowd. Someone is making their way back down to the ring… it's El Hefe coming back, and this time he's carrying a guitar with him. George Prince is still watching the growing battle though with Disco Duck and The Phone Guy. Hefe slides into the ring guitar in hand and gestures for Prince to turn around. Hearing the crowd reaction he does, and is instantly blasted with the guitar, smashing it to pieces! George Prince lies stationary on the ground, right next to The GOAT, as El Hefe taunts him, throwing the guitar remains to the ground-

El Hefe: Choke on that… slapnuts!

-El Hefe, satisfied with his act of revenge, exits the ring and leaves through the crowd. On the outside, The Phone Guy has knocked Disco Duck to the ground, and has gone for a table. He sets up the table, being the only man now standing, and then goes back under the ring. He pulls out a bottle of something, pours it over the table, light a match, and sets the table on fire! The Phone Guy then drags Disco Duck back into the ring. He attempts to lift him to throw him over the ropes but cant get the big duck up. He tries once more and fails. The third attempt Disco Duck reverses and lands a DuckBomb on the Phone Guy! Delighted, he dances around to the accompanying sounds of Disco Hits playing thanks to the onlooking Men Without Hats. Disco Duck slides to the outside to continue the dance, as the next competitor gets ready to enter the fray-

Crowd: Five… four… three… two… one…

-Crappie Jack hobbles into view, with his faithful parrot with him as ever. He watches Disco Duck dancing around the ring, and a short while later, interrupts their stride. Disco Duck quacks at him inquisitively, when Crappie Jack kicks Disco Duck in the midsection, and lifts Disco Duck into a fisherman's suplex THROUGH THE BURNING TABLE! He then hobbles to the ring leaving the Duck roasting on the table and goes into the ring. The GOAT has finally recovered, and gets up to fight Crappie Jack. Disco Duck has finally awoken to realise that he's on fire. Round and round he runs, quacking like a maniac, as his tail feathers burn. The Men Without Hats eventually put it out with a fire extinguisher, but Disco Duck has to sit down to attend to his poor soft singed feathers-

Frank: Roast Duck… that's gotta hurt!

Herb: Oh god! When will this match be over?!

Frank: Still three more competitors to come yet, including a Mystery Competitor!

Herb: Oooh, that fills me with such enthusiasm and excitement. I can barely contain myself.

-The GOAT whips Crappie Jack into the ropes, and as he bounces back, The GOAT delivers the devastating GOATplex to him. Crappie Jack with great difficulty gets back to his feet very, very slowly. The GOAT goes to drop his elbow on Crappie Jack but Jack moves quickly to avoid it. The GOAT holds his arm on the floor, and Crappie Jack grabs the GOAT by the legs and begins to turn him round… Crappie Jack twists his legs, and locks in the Walls of Crappie!! The GOAT is tapping furiously he's in so much suffering! Whilst that's happening the next competitor is about to enter. 5… 4… 3… 2… 1…-

Frank: And here comes the AWA's first superhero!

SuperBalls: SuperBalls to the rescue!

-Super Balls sprints down to the ring, leaps with amazing hang time and air, goes for a flying elbow, misses everything and flies straight over the other side of the ring, eliminating himself-

SuperBalls: I meant that.

-Super Balls starts handing out SB Pants to the crowd, before sitting down at the commentators table-

SuperBalls: I am SuperBalls!

Herb: Yeah, we knew that already.

SuperBalls: Aha, the evil Crappie Jack and George Prince are still out here I see aha!. Aha, fear not fair citizens aha for I shall save you aha!!

-SuperBalls leaps back to the ring once more and knocks Crappie Jack down. He picks up George Prince and whips him into the turnbuckle, and then does the same to Crappie Jack. They both collide harshly with each other and both men go flying over the ropes to the disgust of the AWA fans-

SuperBalls: Aha, my work here is done aha but just remember aha all you evil villains, crooks and managing directors, wherever wrongdoings are occurring, aha, I, aha, SuperBalls will be there to save the day once more!

-SuperBalls runs up the ramp and out of the arena again leaving just Disco Duck on the outside with a dazed Phone Guy and The GOAT still in agony from the punishment inflicted by the Walls of Crappie. They all start to recover slowly, but surely, and Disco Duck slides into the ring just as the others are getting up. They all confront each other, as the penultimate competitor is about to enter the fray-

Crowd: Five… four… three… two… one…

-The crowd start throwing debris down to the ring again as Hardcore HaRu makes his way to the ring-

Herb: Oh great, the least talented hardcore wrestler of all time.

Frank: For once, I'd have to agree. I hate this guy.

Herb: Doesn't everyone?!

-Hardcore HaRu with new confidence leaps into the ring. Disco Duck goes to fight him but Hardcore HaRu with great agility gets the HaRude Awakening on Disco Duck. The big duck quacks in pain again, although he's quickly quietened as the Men Without Hats at ringside start to feed him stale bread. Finding no way of making Disco Duck pass out, Hardcore HaRu lets go and attacks The GOAT. The Phone Guy uses the opportunity to attack Disco Duck-

Frank: The Phone Guy is trying to reveal Disco Duck's true identity! Could we get to see who Disco Duck really is tonight!?

-He rips at the costume but to no avail. Its so tough The Phone Guy is finding it impossible to penetrate. He instead starts pummelling Disco Duck. Hardcore HaRu meanwhile is in control of The GOAT, he whips him into the ropes and delivers a big boot to the face! Hardcore HaRu now has him back up again and with contempt, picks him up above his head and chucks him over the ropes-

Herb: The GOAT was eliminated… by Hardcore HaRu!!!

Frank: I guess that makes Hardcore HaRu the greatest of all time now!

Herb: That's a scary thought…

-Now Hardcore HaRu goes to the outside. He starts putting ladders and tables in the ring. Phone Guy also goes to the outside and throws in some steel chairs-

Frank: And now the rejects are getting hardcore! It's TLC time!

-HaRu takes his time to put two tables up on the outside, and has a ladder set up in the middle of the ring. The Phone Guy is pummelling Disco Duck with a steel chair, before setting up two tables inside the ring. The Phone Guy turns to look for Hardcore HaRu. He looks around but is nowhere to be seen. Hardcore HaRu has already climbed to the top of the ladder, and just as The Phone Guy eventually looks up to the ladder, HaRu leaps and cross-bodies The Phone Guy through the first of the tables! Both men are down, gasping for breath. Disco Duck is recovering though, and sees the chance. The crowd urge him up the ladder. A ladder is a difficult thing to climb when you have wings, but slowly, surely, Disco Duck manages it. Then the timer starts to run down for the final competitor-

Frank: And now it's time for the final wrestler, the Mystery Competitor in the match!

Crowd: Five… Four… Three… Two… One…

-Disco Duck reaches the top of the ladder as the lights go out. For almost half a minute everything is silent, everything is darkness, until suddenly the lights flash on brighter than ever, and standing in the centre of the ring is…-

Frank & Herb: DUCKTER EVIL?!

Herb: What the hell?! I thought Disco Duck WAS Duckter Evil!

Frank: So did I… but it seems they're different people… Disco Duck really does have an Evil Twin!

-Duckter Evil starts to quack with sick pleasure as he sees Disco Duck at the top of the ladder. He sets up a second ladder, and starts to climb that one. Disco Duck tries shaking the thing but it wont topple. Meanwhile HaRu has The Phone Guy up, grabs him, but The Phone Guy reverses it into a hiptoss through the second table. Both men are looking shattered as they get up slowly. HaRu starts exchanging blows with The Phone Guy, as Duckter Evil reaches the top of the ladder alongside Disco Duck. They too start to trade fists, and each time they do, the ladders wobble precariously-

Frank: This is looking dangerous… even for these guys…

Herb: Nah, its about time they proved themselves.

-HaRu gets the better of The Phone Guy and punches him right up to the ropes. He then takes a few steps back, as Duckter Evil at the same time gets the better of Disco Duck. Somehow he grabs a hold of him from underneath, and places him on his shoulders. The ladder starts to give underneath them and it topples over, slowly, as HaRu goes for a running clothesline on The Phone Guy. He connects, but Phone Guy grabs a hold of him and they both fall down crashing through one table on the outside. The ladder Duckter Evil and Disco Duck are on completely falls over and they fly off together at the same time crashing through the second table on the outside. All four men lay motionless after all of them went over the ropes and through tables. Medics stream out from backstage-

Herb: No way!

Frank: I don't believe it… everyone lost!

Herb: You mean I've just wasted half an hour of my life to commentate on a match in which there was no winner!

Frank: Yeah but it was a very special match you must admit, what with-

Herb: No, it was crap! 15 men enter and they're all so useless that not one of them wins! I'm never, ever gonna forgive you for this!

Frank Jackson: Up next we've got the returning Hangman versus our TV champ Rage. Should be a great match.

Herb Summers: You know it Frank. Rage is finally going to finish the job on Hangman's career. I mean no one likes the guy anyway.

Frank Jackson: Watch your mouth Herb, he might hear you saying that.

Herb Summers: I'm not scared of Hangman, he isn't here is he?

Frank Jackson: No, you're safe Herb, at least for now. In any case, Hangman's not too happy with the Punisher's new buddies, and he's going to take it out on Rage here tonight.

Herb Summers: No chance Frank. Rage is going to dominate Hangman, just like he, and the rest of the Punisher's group is going to dominate tonight.

Frank Jackson: Let's go to the ring.

Just as Frank finishes his last word, "Back In the Saddle" by Aerosmith begins to blast over the sound system, and Hangman comes out carrying his noose, to a HUGE pop. He stalks to the ring, not paying attention to any of the fans at ringside, and steps over the top rope into the ring. He tosses his noose to the outside, and stretches his back against the ropes, all the while staring at the entranceway awaiting Rage.

It doesn't take long before Rage comes rushing out of the crowd, carrying his TV title on his shoulder. He quickly lays out Hangman with it, before the ref takes it away, and calls for the bell.

Frank Jackson: Damn that Rage, he's always pulling sneaky tricks like that.

Herb Summers: Yeah, you gotta love Rage.

Rage follows up his advantage, by placing several kicks into the ribs of the fallen Hangman. He then rolls Hangman over onto his back, and begins peppering his masked face with blows, but Rage quickly finds himself in the facial claw! Hangman pulls himself to his feet, all the while holding onto the claw.

Frank Jackson: Hangman's going to end this one early with the Southern Comfort Slam!

Herb Summers: Come on Rage!

Hangman is about to lift Rage, but Rage thinks quickly, and nails a well placed kick to the "little Hangman" causing Hangman to drop the claw, and fall to his knees in pain. Rage shakes off the cobwebs, and goes for a football kick to Hangman's already hurting ribs, but Hangman moves at the last second. Rage goes down in a most "Charlie Brown" fashion, but quickly scrambles back to his feet. Now the two men are eye to eye in the center of the ring.

Frank Jackson: Psychological warfare time here. I love the stare down, its probably my favorite part of the whole match.

Herb Summers: Why doesn't that surprise me Frank?

Rage motions for Hangman to chop him, and Hangman gladly obliges giving him a stiff chop. The crowd gives a loving "WHOO", and the two men begin a back and forth chopfest! Hangman's blows seem to get the better of Rage first, and he's able to muscle the smaller man into the corner. Hangman follows up with a series of hard punches to Rage's temple. Rage looks wobbly in the corner, and Hangman steps back to let him fall. Once Rage is on the mat, Hangman drags him away from the ropes. He then applies something that looks like a combination Camel Clutch Dragon Sleeper!

Frank Jackson: Great technical wrestling display here by Hangman, it looks like he may be more than a brawler after all.

Herb Summers: I don't believe this, Rage has to come back.

Frank Jackson: I don't know that he can Herb, Hangman's got him locked up pretty tight.

After only a minute in the hold, Hangman drops the move, and begins laying in a series of boots to Rage's lower back. He then pulls Rage up to his feet, and NAILS a short arm clothesline dropping Rage to the mat again. Hangman goes for the pin, but Rage kicks out in one and a half. Hangman looks upset, but doesn't take the time to argue with the ref, he just pulls Rage back to his feet. He whips Rage into the ropes, and goes for another clothesline, but Rage ducks, and comes back with a HUGE flying forearm. Rage follows up, by applying a blatant choke on Hangman, which the ref forces him to break after a five count. Rage then runs into the ropes, and comes back dropping a rolling knee on Hangman's shoulder. Rage then stands over the fallen Hangman, and taunts the crowd getting a BIG heat.

Frank Jackson: Hangman looks hurt, he's going to have to come back here, and quick if he hopes to take that TV title off Rage.

Herb Summers: I told you Rage would win. That's why he's a part of the Era of Punishment.

Rage stops taunting the crowd, long enough to lay in several boots to Hangman's shoulder, before locking on a cross-arm breaker. Hangman is kicking his legs in pain, but refuses to give up. He raises his head up off the mat, only to be greeted by a big glob of spit in the face from Rage.

Frank Jackson: Now that's just disgusting.

This just seems to enrage Hangman, while at the same time the crowd is pumping him up with a "Hangman" chant. He pulls himself to his feet, carrying Rage along with him, only to PLUNGE him back to the mat, with a HUGE powerbomb.

Frank Jackson: My GOD what strength.

Hangman goes for a cover, but Rage gets out in two and three quarters. Hangman is really upset now, and is getting in the ref's face. Rage takes the time to get his wind back, before sneaking up on Hangman, and locking on an abdominal stretch. The ref is checking to see if Hangman wants to give up, and while he's distracted Rage grabs the near rope to gain extra leverage, causing Hangman to writhe in pain even more.

Frank Jackson: Why that dirty cheater.

Herb Summers: He's not cheating Frank, that's just smart wrestling.

Rage still has the ropes, but the ref sees it, and kicks Rage's arm putting him off balance. Hangman uses that unbalance to his advantage, and sends Rage flying with a hip toss. Hangman takes a minute to rest against the ropes, but he wastes too much time, and Rage comes running at him. Hangman sets up, and sends Rage over the top with a back body drop, but Rage catches the ropes, and lands safely on the apron. He spins Hangman around, and goes for a punch, but Hangman blocks! Hangman then locks the claw on once again, and brings Rage back inside the ring with a HUGE Southern Comfort Slam!

Frank Jackson: SOUTHERN COMFORT! SOUTHERN COMFORT!

Herb Summers: OH NO! GET UP RAGE!

Hangman falls, and hooks Rage's far leg, before going for the pin. 1...2....3!

Hangman wins the TV TITLE!

Frank Jackson: YES! It looks like a great night for the returning superstars. First Blaze takes out Phoenix, and now Hangman's just won the TV title!

Herb Summers: Well, Punisher's still going to win you know.

Frank Jackson: Whatever Herb. It's time, once again, for an AWA classic. This is the third enstallment of the Ten Feet Under match! Four talented men will be grappling for the coveted United States title. Let's take you to the basement!

(The camera cuts to the basement, where Rick Wagner is stalking through a dark corridor... he is armed with a metal pipe, and as he walks he scrapes the pipe against the wall. SUddenly, the massive form of CarnEvil slips behind him! Wagner notices and turns around, but when he raises the pipe to swing it, CarnEvil knees him in the gut, then slams him headfirst into the wall! CarnEvil puts the boots to Wagner, when Sabotage comes running and clotheslines CarnEvil down! Sabotage then begins to brawl with Wagner, and they fight down the small corrider and into the actual boilerroom! Sabotage slams Wagner's head against a metal pipe, then slams him on the concrete! CarnEvil is up again, and he smashes Sabotage in the back with Wagner's pipe. Sabotage goes down, and CarnEvil drops an elbow. Black Dragon steps out of the shadows next and delivers a midnight kick to CarnEvil! Wagner is now up, and he attacks Dragon from behind. Wagner DDT's Dragon onto the concrete, then turns his attention to CarnEvil. Sabotage helps him, and they both drop CarnEvil to his knees with stiff punches. Sabotage then drags him over to a small office with a window that looks into the boilerroom, and Sabotage throws CarnEvil headfirst through it! The crowd roars as CarnEvil disapears through the window, and Wagner and Sabotage begin to brawl. Wagner backs Saboflarge up against a brick wall, when Dragon comes out of nowhere and hits a huge stinger splash onto Sabotage! Dragon then starts chopping away at Wagner, then whips Wagner towards several pipes. Wagner reverses it and Dragon hits the pipes hard, tumbling to the floor behind them. Wagner then turns and heads towards the door, when a side door opens and CarnEvil steps back into the boilerroom! His face is cut from the glass, and Wagner has a brief staredown with CarnEvil before they start trading blows! The two men brawl towards a giant sliding metal door, and CarnEvil slams Wagner against it! Wagner stubmles off, and this time CarnEvil grabs Wagner around the neck and choke tosses Wagner THROUGH the door! The rollers on the side of the door tear away from the wall, and the huge metal door crumbles under Wagner's weight! CarnEvil steps over the wreckage and pulls Wagner off of the destroyed door, and it becomes obvious the men are in a loading area! CarnEvil drags Wagner to a large AWA truck, and throws him in the back of it! Before CarnEvil can do anything else however, Wagner is up, and he throws a loading creight off the truck onto CarnEvil's head! CarnEvil goes down with the crate on top of him, and Wagner throws a few more down on him before MOONSAULTING off the back of the 18 wheeler onto the creights, smashing CarnEvil! Both men lie hurt, as the camera cuts back to where Dragon and Sabotage are both heading to the ring! They fight down the hallway and out onto the stage, to a huge pop! The shot cuts back to the loading zone where a hurt Wagner is stumbling to the ring. When the camera turns back to the packing crates, it shows CarnEvil is no longer under the broken wood! Back at ringside, Sabotage rolls Dragon into the ring, then climbs up on the apron and hits a slingshot elbowdrop! Sabotage then climbs to the second rope, and waits for Dragon to stand. Sabotage comes off with an axehandle, but Dragon hits him with a defensive dropkick! The crowd goes nuts as Dragon rolls out of the ring and slides in the giant ladder! He starts to climb back in head first, when Wagner comes running from the back! He pulls Dragon out of the ring by his legs and inverted powerbombs him onto the concrete! The crowd boos as Wagner sets up the ladder in the middle of the ring, but before he can climb it he gets attacked by Sabotage! Sabotage whips him into the ropes, then back body drops Wagner against the ladder! Wagner goes down in a tangled heep with the ladder, and Sabotage legdrops the ladder, smashing Wagner even more! Sabotage gets to his feet and picks the ladder up, but Black Dragon quickly scales the top turnbuckle and dropkicks the ladder into his face! The crowd goes wild as Dragon sets the ladder onto the middle rope, then hits a swinging bulldog with it on Sabotage! Wagner is up again, and he charges Dragon, but dragon hiptosses him right on top of Sabotage! Dragon quickly springboards and moonsaults onto both of them! Dragon then sets up the ladder and starts to scale it, when suddenly a huge horn blows! Out from behind the stage comes the AWA 18 wheeler, driven by CarnEvil!!?!?)

FJ-Why the HELL did he drive the 18 wheeler?

HS-Who knows... but this is about to get REAL COOL!

(Sabotage scales the other side of the ladder, and both men get to the top and start brawling! Suddenly, Wagner recovers and pushes the ladder over, which dumps both men over the top rope and onto the hood of the 18 wheeler! They hit hard and lie still, when CarnEvil gets out of the truck, still bloodied. He heads to the ring and slides in, but Wagner immediatly attacks him with the ladder! After driving the ladder into the back of CarnEvil, Wagner sets the ladder in the corner, and whips CarnEvil towards it. CarnEvil holds on and whips Wagner into instead. CarnEvil then follows with a clothesline, but Wagner ducks and CarnEvil runs face first into the ladder! CarnEvil stumbles back, and Wagner drops him with a dropkick. Out of the blue, Wagner hits the Final Alternative!!! Wagner sets up the ladder and starts to climb, but Sabotage is in the ring, and he hits the Sabotuer off the side of the ladder! CarnEvil is back up, and he delivers a chokeslam onto Sabotage! CarnEvil Wagner is up, and he heads for the ladder, but CarnEvil throws him over the top rope and follows him down! Dragon is finally back into the mix, as he climbs to the top rope and hits the Dragon Attack on a prone Sabotage! Both men lie still, panting hard, as Wagner climbs up onto the hood of the 18 wheeler, then onto the roof and beckons CarnEvil follow! CarnEvil gets up onto the hood, but Wagner comes off the roof with an axhandle! He starts peppering the giant clown with rights, then rolls up CarnEvil up onto the top of the 18-wheel trailor!!! The crowd watches in amazement as Wagner suplexes CarnEvil onto the hard trailor top. Wagner pulls CarnEvil up and tries it again, but CarnEvil shocks Wagner with a stiff right, then out of nowhere sets up the Hell's Carnival!!! CarnEvil hits the running powerbomb on the top of the bed, and Wagner CRASHES THROUGH THE CEILING, AND DISAPEARS BELOW!!! The crowd starts to chant "Holy Shit" as CarnEvil catches his breath. Meanwhile, Sabotage has retaken the advantage with Dragon. Sabotage sets up a table below the ladder, then pulls Dragon up to his feet and attempts a powerbomb. Sabotage lifts him up, but Dragon slips down behind him and locks on the Dragon Sleeper! Dragon finally lets go, then starts to climb! Dragon makes it almost the entire way up, when Sabotage stumbles to his feet. Dragon points at him, and the crowd roars! Then Dragon leaps off the ladder and hits a HUGE twisting moonsault plancha from 20 feet up!!! Both men crash down into a heap, and the crowd explodes!!! The camera cuts back to the top of the truck, where Low has come out of the crowd and onto the truck roof! CarnEvil doesn't notice him until it's too late, and Low blasts CarnEvil with a chair, sending him down into the truck as well! Back in the ring, Dragon is up first, and starts to climb, but Sabotage isn't far behind him! Sabotage catches up and starts pounding him in the back, then delivers the Sabotuer OFF THE LADDER AND THROUGH THE TABLE BELOW! The crowd is in shock as Sabotage gets to the top and takes the US Title!)

FJ-Sabotage wins it!

(Low gets down from the truck and slides in the ring with a chair! Dragon is still down, and Low pulls out 2 pairs of handcuffs! Low and Sabotage both handcuff Dragon to the ladder, then lean him up against the ropes as if he is crucified! Low grabs a mic)

Low-"Sano, I told you that this is The Family that provides for all... or takes from all. And tonight it is Low's turn to provide tonight. I'm gonna provide some gruesome images for all your fans and all the children in attendance tonight by bashing your brains in right now."

(Low then proceeds to nail Dragon with the chair again and again while Sabotage stands on the apron and holds Dragon up by the ladder. After 13 shots Low stops and gets the mic again)

"Dragon, for you 13 is the lucky number today, because I'm gonna stop right now. NOT!"

(He nails Dragon once more before high-fiving Sabotage and then leaving with him.)

FJ-OH MY GOD!!

HS-That was brutal.. look at the blood pouring from Black Dragon!!!

(Paramedics come to the ring and help Dragon, followed by Vapor Adams. Adams helps then load Dragon onto a stretcher and wheel him out)

FJ-What a terrible night for Dragon...let's go backstage to... What?! He's back too!?!?

(The shot opens backstage, where Steve "Iceman" Barnes has returned! Barnes steps out of a doorway near an already hurt Rick Wagner, and busts a bowling pin over his head! The camera takes in a good shot of his custom 'CHILL OUT' blue logoed t-shirt. Suddenly, we see a ground level shot of a pair of clowned shoes. As the camera pans up, we see it's Jack Happy. Squatting down to where he can 'talk' to Rick he says, "I'm COOL with continuing this little game between the EE and your group Rick. But, you should know that the deck is stacked IN MY FAVOR!")

(The Iceman lays the boots to the prone Rick as Happy watches on. Jack then looks at Barnes and replies...)

Happy-"Keep an eye out tonight Pete and watch me put the chump ON ICE."

(The two laugh as they walk off.)

FJ-Wow, Iceman has joined EE!! What's with all these returns? The new owner must have some serious sway!

Ring Announcer: A now, for tonights MAIN EVENT!

(Large crowd pop)

Ring Announcer: Entering first is the challenger, hailing from the Burrito Section of his local 7-11, standing at an even six feet, and weighing in at a monstrous two hundred thirty, and three-quarter pounds.......MR. JACK HAPPY!!

(“Fat” by the illustrious Weird Al Yankovich hits the PA as Jack Happy emerges from the back, and the audience quickly rise to their feet and begin to cheer. Happy is almost blinded by all of the flashes from cameras that go off. Happy seems unusually focused for his match, and calmly and quietly enters the ring, not even bothering to pay much attention to the fans. Happy is quick to concentrate all of his attention on the entrance way as the ring announcer continues...)

Ring Announcer: And now for the champion....He hails from London, England, and stands tall at six foot-ten. Weighing in at three hundred and thirty eight pounds, he is your AWA HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD......THE PUNISHER!!

(The lights in the arena go black, and nothing can be seen but a couple of camera flashes going off. Suddenly “Prepare For Punishment” echoes through the arena as a few streams of red spotlights flood the entrance. “I Disappear” by Metallica begins to play, and The Punisher steps directly into the red light. The crowd begins to boo so loudly that the entrance music can is just barely audible. Punisher makes his way to the ring in piercing through the darkness, with the red lights following behind him. He climbs up the ring steps, throws one massive leg over the top rope, and the red lights go out and the arena is left in complete darkness once again. More camera flashes go off all around the arena, but nothing can be made out in the ring. The bell sounds the start of the match, but the arena is still is pitch black. Suddenly the lights flare back on and we spot Happy and Punisher trading blows on the outside of the ring. Happy connects with a quick kick to the abdomen that appears to knock the wind out of Punisher. Happy quickly Irish whips Punisher into the protective guard rail, and follows in with a closeline that knocks Punisher clear into the crowd. Happy wastes no time and quickly lifts up the ring apron looking for some sort of weapon. Happy comes back out with a steel pipe of some sort and quickly heads for Punisher. Punisher is back on his feet however on the opposite side of the guard rail than Happy. Happy lifts the pipe high over his head, but Punisher clocks him in the jaw with a hard European uppercut. Punisher quickly sets Happy up for a standing suplex, but instead of falling backwards into the crowd with the move, he falls forward, driving Happy’s ribs hard into the guardrail. Happy lets out a large gasp of pain as he lays frozen on the top of the guardrail, but then slowly falls to the ground just outside the ring. Punisher steps back over the guardrail and lifts Happy to his feet by the hair. Punisher drags the out of breath Happy over towards the ring announcers table and gives him a large face smash on the table. Happy’s head bounces off, and Happy is sent down to one knee holding tightly to his head. Punisher quickly makes his way over to the stairs leading to the ring and picks them up, he charges full throttle at Happy with the stairs. Just as Punisher is about to connect Happy somehow manages to hit Punisher with the “Clown Kick!” Punisher is sent sprawling backwards, and the stairs fall to the ground next to him with a loud clanging noise. By now the referee begins to get a bit perturbed, and attempts to get the action back into the ring. He manages to convince Happy to enter, and Punisher soon enters as well after he recovers. The two men circle, then lock up. Punisher quickly whips Happy towards the corner, and Happy hits, then does the Ric Flair flip over the top rope! Punisher follows but Happy ducks the clothesline, then slams Punisher's face against the turnbuckle. Happy then scales to the top rope and comes off with an ax-handle,dropping Punisher! Happy makes the cover, but only gets a two. Happy pulls Punisher up, Clown Kicks him, and attempts the Happy Daze, but Punisher blocks it, then fires Happy into the ropes. On his return, Punisher connects with a huge EXTREME PUNISHEMENT! Punisher makes a lazy cover, 1,2,KICKOUT!! The crowd goes nuts, and Punisher is pissed! Punisher rolls to the outside and grabs the World Title, then slides back in the ring. He tries to hit Happy with it, but the ref stops him! He takes the belt away and puts it under the turnbuckle, and in doing so misses a huge low blow kick from Happy! Punisher falls hard, and Happy goes to the top rope for the Belly Bomb. Happy comes off, but Punisher grabs the belt and puts it in front of him, so Happy falls headfirst onto the gold! Punisher quickly coves and puts his feet on the rope for leverage, getting the 1,2,3!!)

FJ-NO!! What a cheap win!!

(Punisher high tails it out of there, and the rest of EE hurries out to help Jack to the back... the crowd is silent,

(The camera cuts to the entranceway as “Hail To The Chief” begins to play. The arena surprisingly falls silent as they await the possible final arrival of former AWA Owner and President Travis Gray. The lights directed on the entranceway are very dim, and a spotlight finds it’s way to the curtain. The curtain itself ruffles a bit, then suddenly “Hail To The Chief” is cut short and “My Way” by Sid Vicious hits. The curtain sprawls open and out walks....Lars Fredrickson!)

Summers: OH MY GOD!! IT’S LARS FREDRICKSON!!!

Jackson: I can’t believe it!! He’s the new owner of the AWA!

(Lars looks quite different then he normally does. His once spiked hair is now completely shaved off, and he’s wearing a full suit and tie! More shocking is the fact that the dark gray suit looks expensive, and the tie even matches! Lars makes his way to the ring with his head held high, and a VERY large grin on his face. He slowly enters the ring, (making the ring announcer hold the ropes open for him) and grabs a mic. He taps the top of the mic to test it, which causes some ear piercing feedback, but Lars doesn’t seem to notice. He holds the mic up to his mouth, but waits for the crowd to calm down before he begins...)

Lars Fredrickson: Look who’s back! More importantly, look who has all the power...that’s right me! I do! I’m now the most powerful man in this business today!

(Lars walks around the ring a bit, and then continues...)

Lars: However, my great power is not what I’m here to talk about tonight, no tonight I’m here to talk about the future of the AWA...and let me to be the first to tell you it’s not that good.

(Lars makes a quick lap around the ring again as he waits for the audience to settle back down)

Lars: Lets take a little walk down memory lane, shall we? It was a little over one year ago today that the AWA was starting to become somewhat of a force in the sports entertainment business. President Travis Gray had quite a few talented people under him, and after pushing a couple of them into the spotlight the AWA soon became even stronger. However, the AWA didn’t become the legend that is now is because of Gray and his pawns, no it became what it is today because of a match that happened exactly one year ago and the AWA’s FIRST Powerslam. It was the first ever Ten Feet Under match, a match that became quite infamous, and the definite highlight of the night. The winner of that match was none other than myself of course, and that night marked the start of the AWA’s greatest days. Lars Fredrickson soon turned into “The Man That May Just End Your Career” and also The Larster, meanwhile holding the Television title as well as the US title at the same time, not to mention holding the tag titles by himself. Soon the AWA picked up viewer by viewer, who all tuned in just to see what Lars was going to do next. Meanwhile President Gray took it upon himself to spice up the rest of my show, and the AWA went right to the top thanks solely to my help, and President Gray. I had money pouring into my hands, and I couldn’t be happier...that was of course until Shane Solomon took over...Now although I was soon crowned the World Champ, and first ever Triple Crown winner...with Shane in charge, my paychecks seemed to suddenly decrease in size. He said it had something to do with inflation in the roster, and I just let it slide. However, the second that my paycheck dropped more than three-dollars a week...I decided to take some action. That my friends is why “Your IDOL” left a few months back. I assembled a great team of lawyers together and sued the pants off of the AWA for this blatant contract fraud. Now, I could have simply took my money and peacefully retired to a cottage somewhere in the wilderness...however I was watching the AWA the entire time I was gone...and let me say I was less than impressed. Solomon turned the once great American Wrestling Alliance into the talentless piece of trash it is today...and I for one wasn’t going to sit back and let that happen. So as I stand before you people here right now, each and every single one of you are about to witness history in the making, because you see as of right now the American Wrestling Alliance is officially DEAD!

(Lars waits a good couple of minutes for the boo’s to stop, then continues...)

Lars: Although the AWA may now official be dead, the LWA, Lars Wrestling Alliance that is, is alive and kicking! There will be quite a few layoffs and job openings that are about to take place in the former AWA, all to be headed by me. So, no one shall be safe, and no one shall be forgotten from “The Man That May Just Fire Your Ass!” Now hit my damn music!!

FJ-OH MY GOD!!! LARS IS THE OWNER!!!