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Low won his 12th AWA World Heavyweight Championship from Logan Alexander on June 30, 2008 in a Three Stages of Hell match in London, England. Jason Storm defeated Evan Heir in a Nevada Knockout Match to win his first US title on May 18th, 2008. The Cruiserweight Championship was declared vacant on March 23, 2008 Quade deSade won his 4th AWA No Limits Championship on July 13, 2008, in a match featuring Tyler Harrison in Paris, France. The AWA Tag Team title was declared vacant on December 3, 2007 |
WRESTLEFEST IV
(The shots opens up and we see a close-up of the AWAtron with the screen split into three. In each section of the screen we see the three contenders for the AWA World Title at Wrestlefest IV. We are then shown a montage of shots showing recent Developments between Dave Santini and Ray Owens, before we finally witness Steven Caldera's demolition of the two former Family Allies just this past week. The AWAtron then fades to black, before flashing the words..."Wrestlefest IV: The Night Of Retribution". The shot then changes to the screaming thousands and thousands of AWA fans in the Cow Palace, San Francisco before they are all plunged into darkness as the numerous pyro's and flashing lights go off around the Arena. As they finish and the light come back up we are greeted with the smiling faces of Frank Jackson and Herb Summers at the AWA Announcer's Table...) HS - Ladies and Gentleman...Welcome to the Cow Palace in San Francisco...Welcome
to Wrestlefest IV !! (The shot cuts to backstage where Rawstarr jumps out from behind Bull Majors and ambushes him and starts attacking him with a Baseball Bat, however much to his surprise, Buster Brown appears from around the corner and joins in with Bull Majors. The two Rookie Brawl participants join together and overcome Rawstarr, leaving him slumped on the ground as they head off in the other direction together) HS - Things have got heated already tonight as competition hots up in the battle
to become the American Wrestling Alliance's latest new talent [The bell sounds as the four men all glare at each other, quickly Osbourne rushes as Bull as Ice and LJ move in to each other. As Osbourne charges, he is quickly grabbed by the bigger Bull into a bear hug grab and throws Osbourne into the corner. Osbourne although backed up exchanges blows with Bull.] Herb: See that right there is a use of the Size by Bull to whip the smaller
Osbourne into the corner. [ We look to LJ and Ice now have locked up, LJ spins Ice into a head lock applying some pressure. LJ holds for a moment as we see Ice shoot his hands out wide grabbing LJ by his waist. A look of shock comes across LJ as he tries to fight the move but fails having Ice carry him into the air by his shoulder and slamming him down with the fall away. Ice jump to his feet only to crash down on top of LJ with an Elbow. He goes for the pin .. 1...Kick out. ] Frank: That is a thing about the Rookies, they go for the pin too early in
the match ups. [ We look to Bull as he locks up with Osbourne, throwing him into the ropes and runs at Ozzy intent to clothesline him out of the ring. As Ozzy repels back he ducks the fearsome forearm of Bull, almost loosing footing and dropping to a knee. Bull on the other hand following though himself double over the top rope nearly taking a fall to the outside. Ozzy returns to his feet but giving Bull enough time to take position away from the ropes and the two lock up. Ozzy turning shoulder throws Bull down hard center ring and goes in with a hold across the throat of the laying Bull. Bull grabbing the arm of Ozzy slowly makes his way to his feet as Ozzy tries to keep the hold strong and leave Bull to the ground. Bull’s face turning red he waves his hands out in front of him as Ozzy stands behind Bull with the hold tightening around the wide neck of Bull. Bull begins to lay some back elbows into the gut of Ozzy.] Frank: Bull has that fighting spirit, he will go far in this match up.. [ We look over to LJ and Ice as the two lock up once again Ice taking LJ low lifts him up into a suplex near a far corner. Suddenly we see Ozzy projected into the two in mid air, colliding into LJ and Ice. Ice stumbles with LJ still in the suplex position falling against the turnbuckle and the three wrestlers collide and land on a heap on the mat. Bull seizes the opportunity and pulls LJ Vacamas into the centre of the ring and quickly puts on his Anklelock Submission Hold. Vacamas screams out in pain as Ice and Ozzy start to stir, but seconds later taps out to the submission ] [ LJ Vacamas Eliminated by Bull Majors ] Frank: The first elimination from the Rookie Brawl [ However, as Bull was eliminating Vacamas. Ice had just nailed Osbourne with a Crucifix Slam and covered him for the pin. The Ref hit the mat to start the count and Bull looked round just in time to witness the 3-count ] HS - Another one gone, Frank [ Buster Brown's music starts up as he hits the ring running, he dives in and comes face to face with Bull as he enters. They both stare at each other for a few moments, before they turn their attention towards the nervous-looking, Ice. He turns back and looks to the entrance ramp for the next Wrestler to come out. Bull and Buster both look back towards each other pause in the fight and look to ICE, who has his back to them. The two rush at Ice slamming into him with their shoulder sending Ice back down to the mat, before picking him up and sending him crashing back down with a Double Powerbomb, Bull lets Brown take some glory by allowing his new-found friend the pin as Ice is eliminated from the Brawl with the count of three ] Frank: Damn that’s ugly… [ Buster and Bull stand side by side with each other watching the entrance ramp as Subzero runs down being followed by Ripper. The two slide into the ring Sub Zero going after Bull and Ripper going after Buster. Ripper and Buster both go right into it. Buster catching Ripper as he runs at him and bringing him down with a DDT, Buster walking around to the front of Ripper pulling him up to his feet and DDT-ing him again. Buster stands back up and lays some kicks into the gut of Ripper then lays on top of him for the Pin … 1 … 2 … Ripper getting a burst of strength kicks out but flips Buster onto his back going for the pin on Buster 1 …. 2 … kick out. ] Frank: Wow that was great Ripper just turned the tables on Buster, almost pulling
a three count for on the unsuspecting and surprised Buster! [ Ripper gets up with a bit of a smile on his face, as Buster still looking a bit psyched out from the switch pin. Ripper dances back from Buster slapping him a few times in the face. Buster rushes as Ripper drops down kicking out Buster legs to a take down then performing the clover leaf, a sharpshooter. ] Frank: Buster has got a bit of an anger problem I think… [Ripper releases the hold as Buster lays still in a good deal of pain. Looking to Bull and Subzero we see that they are also greatly into their own battle. The two fiercely lay punch after punch into each other, Sub Zero lays a kick into the stomach of Bull who doubles over. Sub Zero straddles over the back of his head lifting his feet skyward and leaping up and back into a pile diver. Sub Zero runs into the ropes and coming back at Bull with a baseball slide into his face. The crowd cheers loudly Bull pulls back holding his face which appears to be busted open and bleeding below the mask. Sub Zero, stands up looking into the crowd and pointing out to them. ] Herb: Oh No Frank looks like someone is about to put your boy on Ice…. [ Sub Zero pulls Bull up by the back of his mask and places his head and gets him into DDT position. He leaps back and drops down giving Bull Majors the “Deep Freeze”. The fans cheer as Sub Zero rolling Bull over who appears to be out climbs on top of him for the Pin. 1 … 2 … Buster Brown breaks the hold with a leg drop onto the two. Sub Zero stands up and looks to Buster brown, but is met with a hard fist across the jaw from Ripper. ] Frank: See thing about these Rookies they never respect anyone enough to let
them beat a man to get it out of there hair, they all like to hog the glory…
[ Ripper turns to Buster Brown and tackles into him pressing him into the mat, laying a number of punches into him as Sub Zero totally disregarding Bull Majors comes over and dives into the battle between Ripper and Major. The three are almost at a school yard fight, pulling each other off of each other and just swinging and kicking wildly. Ripper plants his foot onto Busters chest as Buster lay trying to get up, as Ripper has Zero in a headlock cranking at him. The ref begins to count, but no ones seams to be paying attention. 1 … 2 … 3 … the bell sounds as Ripper puts Sub Zero into a choke hold moving away from Buster who gets up and runs behind clubbing him from behind. The ref runs up and stands between Buster and Ripper shoving Buster out of the ring. ] Frank: I thing Buster doesn’t know he was pinned when Ripper was standing
on him. [ Buster Brown Eliminated by Ripper ] [ The Ref shoves Buster out of the ring yelling to him that he has been eliminated Buster angered turns around and stomps out of the ring shooting the ref and Ripped some nasty looks. Bull Now getting to his feet looks and see that Buster has been eliminated and joins the fighting between Zero and Ripper. Bull pulling Zero from behind grabs him by the throat throwing him into to Corner. ] Frank: Here we go looks like Bull was let down that Zero gave him that move … and in turn will Majorly let down Zero. [ Bull lays in some well placed punches to Zero as he sits him onto the top turn buckle. Rawstarr quickly runs down to the ring and slides in tackling Ripper who was attempting to shove both Bull and Zero off the top rope. Bull brings up Zero into a brain buster, and drops off the top rope for the “Major Let down”. Zero and Bull hit the mat hard, but Bull hooks the leg and goes for the count 1 … 2 … 3 … ] [ Sub Zero Eliminated by Bull Majors ] Frank: What did I tell you Herb, Bull has been in the match the longest now … a couple close calls but is still in it….Who’s that ? [ As Sub-Zero exits the ring, he is attacked by a man that springs from the crowd. The mystery man attacks Sub-Zero with a Flying Kung-Fu kick to the head, before DDT-ing him to the hard concrete and disappearing back into the crowd ] Frank: What was that about ? Who was that man ? [ Our final man Misery comes running down to the ring wasting no time going for the longest man in the ring, Bull Majors. Misery taking Bull whips him into the ropes and goes for a clothesline into the throat of Bull Majors, then leaving him down comes up to Rawstarr who is not facing him grabbing him from behind into and inverted shoulder carry and dropping him onto his face with and inverted Death Valley Driver. Almost instantly he just to his feet looking to Ripper, with a come get some wave of his hands. Ripper although a bit confused comes at his with an attempt to grab him Misery locking arms with Ripper hip tosses him halfway across the ring. Looking out to the crowd throwing his arms up. The fans give him a cheer. ] Frank: This man is confusing the hell out of me, I would assume he just wants
to come out here and show everyone who is boss strait off. [ Bull the first back to his feet gets up and rushes into Misery grabbing him around his throat with his hands lifting him into the air. Bull throws his back into the turn buckles as he charges into them with his shoulder like … well like a bull. Misery throws his arms up from the impact as the large man known as Bull Majors almost guts him with his shoulder. Running from the other end of the ring Ripper comes in with a drop kick into the back of Bull Majors who reaches back to the injury and falls to his side. Ripper then reaches down and tries to pull Misery up to his feet, but as Ripper pulls him up he is met by a strong uppercut to the jaw from Misery. Ripper falls back into the ropes and rebounds back into the clutches of Misery who sends him crashing to the mat with a “Life’s Final Jest”, a Sitdown Facebuster into his knee, he doesn’t hesitate for a second and hooks a leg for the three count ] [ Ripper Eliminated by Misery ] Frank: Well it looks like this Misery character deserves a lot more credit
then we give him. [ Bull getting up still holding his back a bit from the rough night, looks back at Misery. Rawstarr as well, but appears to be waiting for Misery or Bull to make the first move. Rawstarr looking to Bull sees the shape that he is in and comes at him with a punch into his back, and a reverse DDT onto the mat. Rawstarr looks over to Misery who appears to be doing nothing as he goes for the pin. 1 … 2 … Rawstarr’s eyes widen as Misery comes in with a field goal style kick into the face of rawstarr ] Frank: He is toying with them … breaking the count for Rawstarr 2.9! [ Rawstarr is busted open as Misery casually walks over to Rawstarr and pulls him up to his feet. Misery locks up with Rawstarr getting ready for “Lifes Final Jest” he is getting a decent pop from the crowd. Misery looks down to one fan who appears to be cheers loudly for him. He points out to the fan and then points to Rawstarr, before doing his move “Life’s final jest” Rawstarr lay on the mat.1 … 2 … 3 ... The fan watching this stops cheering all together looking to Rawstarr then back to Misery, who nods his head to the fan. Misery stops to the ropes in the fans section as the Fan jerks back a bit frightened. Misery laughs. ] [ Rawstarr eliminated by Misery ] Frank: What the hell is that … that is no way to treat a fan … [ Misery turns back to the ring only to meet the chest of Bull Majors who is slightly out of breath. Bull grabbing Misery by the throat, lifts him into the air, whole supporting Misery’s back looks to contemplate choke slamming him out of the ring but turns around but turns slamming him down hard in the ring. Bull looks to the fan and gives the boy thumbs up. The fan returns to cheering, but for Bull as more and more people join in.] Frank: That is a real wrestler [ Bull turns and drops down onto Misery with a leg drop across the chest. Bull takes Misery by the foot and drags him over close to the corner. Bull climbing the corner, quickly drops off the top with a headbutt, Misery rolls out of the way as Bulls smashes his already busted face against the mat. Bull grabs his face kicking his boots against the mat for a few moments as Misery gets back up too his feet. Misery goes into Bull with the arm bar, moving the arm around wildly. Bull beats his free fist against the mat, while struggling to free him self. After a moment Misery lets the move go and stands up pulling Bull to his feet. The throws Bull into the ropes but instead of repelling into them Bull just hits them and doubles over the ropes like many tired wrestlers before him. Misery goes to dump him out of the ring , but he is met with a mule like back kick into the face. Bull stands back up as Misery stumbles back. He walks over to Misery taking him by the back of the head and walking him to the corner. Bull then out of pure anger and rage begins slamming Misery’s head against the turnbuckle over and over again. But as he takes a few steps backwards and comes charging in shoulder-first, Misery managed to sidestep Bull just before impact and Bull connects shoulder-first with the turnbuckle. Misery shakes his head as he pulls Majors out of the corner and towards him. He doubles him over with a kick to the midsection before sending him to the mat with a Piledriver, he then applies his Standing Half-Boston Crab, before adding the Dragon Sleeper to his patented finisher combination. Bull reaches out in a vain attempt to reach the ropes, but after a few brief moments has no option but to tap out to the excruciating Submission Hold… [ Bull Major Eliminated by Misery ] Herb: Ha Ha … who is cock of the walk now my friend! [ Bull Majors stands outside of the ring pounding his fists to the mat, as Misery stands in the ring and mocks him. ] Frank: The winner of the rookie brawl ladies and gentlemen … The AWA-Tron lights up with the shaky camerawork of an airborne operator; like a scene from 'Cops' spot lights beam down from the night sky down into alleys and streets built of towering crushed cars and mountainous piles of scrap-metal debris. Down on the ground flood light slam into life casting bright light and stark black shadows from over the defaced concrete walls marking the boundaries of 'Pit-Mike Haulage and Scrap Merchant. Somewhere near the center of the yard the three men: Jason Dillucca, Skorp and Snakebite have just entered through separate alleys which are now being blocked off by old school buses. Frank: I don't know about you Herb but I sure as Hell wouldn't choose to walk
into that place. It's a deathtrap waiting to happen. Throw in Skorp and Snakebite
and you need to question the sanity of the man who dreamt this up. Already each man is searching those trash cans nearest him in the hope that the AWA Hardcore title is within easy reach but it is soon apparent that Skorp, Dillucca and Snakebite are going to be denied such an easy victory. From somewhere overhead a bell rings. The chopper-cam zooms in to show Snakebite and Jason Dillucca charge for a set of six can sitting in the middle of the arena. Skorp takes the opportunity to empty each trashcan near him in turn sending various objects flying all over the place. Dillucca looks like he is ignoring the cans and goes for Snakebite who is doesn't see a Vicious Running Lariat coming and is thrown away from the trash cans. Dillucca capitalizes on the moment and pulls a chains clear of cans and wraps it around Snakebite neck and tightens the hold. Snakebite manages to get a hand in to ease the Chain-Choke Hold and is pitting his strength against the taller and heavier Hardcore Champion. Jason yanks the bound Snakebite back and into a Reverse DDT!! Which connects with a toppled trash can. Realizing that Dillucca has taken care of Snakebite, Skorp breaks off his search for the title belt ad concentrates on The Hardcore Champion. Frank: Dillucca taking out one of his challengers pretty quickly there and
using that chain which must be his weapon of choice ... The camera angle switches to ground level as the helicopter climbs into the night sky. The columns of searchlights from the other chopper quickly illuminate the Hardcore Champ and Skorp as the challenger turns his hold into an Irish-Whip send Jason Dillucca hard into a wall of flattened cars. Skorp runs in grabbing a trash can lid ..... Skorp throws aluminum lid at his Jason Dillucca who throws up his arms at the missile but doesn't see Skorp executes his Spinning Roundhouse Kick into the lid, knocking it into the his face; the ground level camera is close in to catch Jason Dillucca slamming backwards into the wall of crushed sedans and rebounding face first into the dirt. Snakebite seeing the tide has changed is up and calls out Skorp. Skorp is barely to his own feet when Snakebite runs in with a Clothesline which he ducks. Snakebite almost joins Dillucca in the dirt as he hits the wall of cars but turns in time to see Skorp's Spear coming and in a deft side step opens the car door straight into the on rushing Skorp!! Snakebite all by himself returns to the trashcans set at the center of the arena and with a quick check over his shoulder at the two stunned wrestlers begins to kick over the cans and rummage through the weapons within. Herb: That was one hell of a counter by Snakebite. he's got the place to himself
Frank it can't be long until he finds that hardcore title belt. Herb: I think he heard you there Frank. He's grabbing a pick-handle and is going to work there!! Aaoow... solid blows to Dillucca’s back there from Snakebite. Skorp almost caught the handle but got a Gut-Shot for his pains .. heh-heh-he Snakebite seals the deal with a Savat Kick that rocks Skorp back into the cars and starts swinging the axe handle again. But Dillucca has Snakebites blindside and rises up behind the unaware challenger and executes a Double Underhook Powerbomb!! Still dazed Dillucca in turn is slammed by a Superkick from Skorp! Dillucca is reeling from the kick and barely gets his arms up to protect himself from a rain of blows delivered by a now tire iron wielding Skorp. Dillucca tries to roll away after the first blow against his arm, a second hammering his left leg which sends the champ sprawling into the dirt. A third blow is halted as Snakebite steps in and grabs the tire iron as Skorp raise high; Skorp turns straight into a series of Knife Edge Chops from Snakebite that forces him backwards across the arena... Frank: Dillucca getting up but he is limping and nursing that arm Herb. Jason Dillucca abandons the trash cans laid out for the match and heads out into the mountain of debris where he pulls free a Stihl 24" chainsaw. Snakebite and Skorp exchange Forearm Smashes and Punches in furious exchange that brings them back into the middle of the arena unaware of Dillucca's find. Skorp duck a blow from Snakebite and comes up and turns him around into an Olympic Slam! Skorp up quickly, stalking Snakebite and pulls him up into a Spinning Implant DDT!! Skorp turning to find Jason Dillucca pulling hard on that ignition cord. Once, twice and the air is filled with the guttural sound of the engine being revved into life by the Hardcore Champion. Jason moves back into the arena swinging the chainsaw side to side forcing Skorp to back up. Skorp snatches up a trashcan lid and holds it up as shield to meet the down falling chainsaw... Frank: Looks like the champ bit of more than he expected here... Skorp follows up quickly with a Superkick that Jason catches; spinning Skorp around Jason Dillucca lifts Skorp into a hard Powerslam! Jason Dillucca pulls Skorp to his feet and Irish-Whips him into the side of the school buys. Picking up a trash can Dillucca pulls it up in time to block another Super kick from Skorp. Skorp pulls open the school bus doors and staggers inside. Jason Dillucca is close behind. The ground camera men move in quickly trying to get a clear shot of the action inside as the helicopter spotlights and floodlights create hazy silhouettes through the dirt encrusted windows. One man brings the other down in DDT! Both rise into sight locked up and slamming each other into seating and the chase of the bus. A window cracks as one is rammed backwards off their feet. The tussle continues up towards the back of the bus; a Knife edge Chop creates some space but the victim picks the trashcan up and throws it with force. Missing the target the can explodes through the rear window scattering the cameramen in the face of the breaking glass. Through the shattered from a shot sees Jason Dillucca rise from the gloom like a demon but from behind him Skorp grabs him into a Hammer Lock and gains a tight hold on his hair. With this hold Skorp begins to ram Dillucca's face into the frames of the seats, the floor. With a charge he rams Jason into a pole that is wrenched from it's roof and floor brackets with an all too audible crunch. Skorp continues the abuse by plunging Jason Dillucca through the window of the emergency exit at the back of the bus. Skorp then casually swings the door open with the Hardcore Champion draped through the jagged frame, and with blood dripping from the many laceration caused by the impact. Snakebite is waiting outside.. Grabbing the dazed Skorp, Snakebite lifts him high and drops him hard into a devastating Body Drop!! Herb: That had to be a good six maybe even seven feet that Snakebite managed
to lift Skorp. Snakebite moves in on Skorp. Slamming the pole up into Skorp's jaw! Skorp reels from the punishment and can do nothing as Snakebite runs in using the pole to hit a Running Clothesline that spins Skorp head over heel into the dirt! Snakebite pulling up Skorp by his hair and is taunting him as he drops an Elbow into his face!! Herb: Oh my God ... Dillucca has pulled himself out of that window and is ...
oh ... hell .... All three men are staggered. Dillucca pulling himself up on the pole once held by Snakebite manages to keep himself propped up while Snakebite tries to get to his hands and knees but collapses back into the dirt. Skorp rolls away from the scene and is crawling over the edge of the arena. Snakebite lunges for the pole but only manages to knock free of Dillucca's grasp. He moves in and delivers a German Uppercut that brings the Hardcore Champion to his knees! A camera shot shows Skorp pulling himself to his feet using the wall of crushed sedans for handholds. Snakebite and Jason Dillucca are barely aware of the dust being churned up by the rotors of the chopper-cam as it comes down for a close up of The Hardcore Champion and challenger getting down and dirty; Dillucca's face turning black from the dust and dirt in the air mixing with the blood pouring from his many small cuts. Snakebite suddenly rises and pulls Jason up by his collar intent on delivering a Face Buster to Dillucca. Jason counters with an Arm Drag Takedown. Snakebite gets to his knees the dust from the helicopter hiding Skorp ascent up the wall of crushed cars. Jason Dillucca gets to his feet to meet the charging Snakebite; a Lariat Clothesline from Snakebite is caught but turned into a Swinging Neck Breaker by Jason Dillucca. Jason gets to his feet and leaps into a Leg Drop but Snakebite rolls away leaving only hard earth for Dillucca to hit! Dillucca rolling in agony from the missed drop is lifted up in a Choke Hold by Snakebite. Snakebite pulls Jason Dillucca into a Belly to Belly Suplex! Snakebite is in quick behind Dillucca and locks the suplex hold again, Jason foot locking behind Snakebites ankle prevents the Belly To Back Suplex. Snakebite tries to pull it again but Dillucca's foot is well lodged in there so Snakebite throws Jason but keeps a hold on an arm to send him into the pile of trashcan via an Irish-Whip! The chopper-cam rises again to reveal Skorp now on top of the wall of cars... Herb: That must be twelve ... fifteen feet high. What's Skorp in mind. Down on the ground Jason Dillucca rises from the trashcans to meet Snakebites Running Clothesline with a Toe Hold Drop.. Herb: Skorp is flying Frank!! From high above the action Skorp spreads his arm wide and launches into a Corkscrew Swanton Bomb that floors Hardcore Champion: Jason Dillucca!!! Frank: The Purification! This move is INCREDIBLY difficult to pull off and it's absolutely devastated Jason Dillucca... The ground cameras zoom in to show the hardcore champion strewn amongst the trashcans and objects. Blood is seeping fresh from his face wounds already given to him by Skorp from their confrontation in the school bus. Snakebite sees an opportunity with Dillucca down and Skorp rolling from the sight holding his stomach in pain. The last of the trash can are tipped over and emptied out but Snakebites frustration grows as the title belt is nowhere to be found. Looking around Snakebite doesn't seem to be able to see which trashcan the belt is meant to be in... Herb: It might be that Dillucca is gonna have the last laugh on Skorp and Snakebite
by proving that there is room fore brains in the Hardcore Division.. Snakebite is throwing things now but stops as he suddenly changes direction and enters the school bus. The sound of rearing fabric and wrenching metal echoes from within. Soon Snakebite emerges with a crowbar and starts levering the lock on the baggage compartment...Skorp is recovering and gets to his feet. Snakebite is still intent on jimmying open the compartment and doesn't see the dazed form of Skorp lunge in with a desperate Double Axe Handle to his back. Skorp has Snakebites attention; Snakebite punishes Skorp with a quick pair of Knife Edge Chops. The third hits air as Skorp drops into a low Spinning Roundhouse Kick which is turned into a Leg Sweep at the last instant taking Snakebite down but hard. Skorp dives in grabbing Snakebites hair and is hammering it into the door of that storage compartment. Leaving Snakebite dazed Skorp get up and sets his opponent up against one of the burst wheels. Herb: Skorp getting back into this game with a vengeance. He's picked up a
trash can lid and looks like we're about to see another of Skorp’s interpretation
of the Van Daminator here. Skorp rolls to his feet and tries to tie Snakebite up in a lock-up; Skorp ties in an Arm-Bar Hold, Snakebite turns and rams Skorp backwards into the bus one, two, three times. The third blow drops Skorp to his knees and finally open the compartment. It is empty and Snakebite is no longer a happy camper. Taking the door Snakebite slams it down on the prone Skorp a couple of time before lifting him clear. Snakebite pulls Skorp into a an Irish-whip, Skorp turning it around and sends Snakebite tripping over a pile of scarp and shoulder first into the side of a VW Bug!! Skorp is looks around and spots his old friend; the tire iron. Snakebite is sliding up the side of the VW with nowhere as Skorp advances on him with the tire. Then a sudden Savat Kick from Snakebite stops Skorp in his tracks. Snakebite moves into Skorp quick. Ignoring a blow to the head from the tire iron Snakebite suddenly pulls backwards towards the VW executing a DDT; putting Skorp straight through the VW's passenger window!! Frank: Echoes of Skorp’s treatment of Dillucca earlier on in the school
bus as Snakebite pulls him free of that cars window frame. Snakebite pulls open the VW Bug's door and lays Skorp’s shoulders and head in the doorway and Slams it shut with power on the disabled Skorp. He opens the door again and despite the gash under his eyes he lines up the shot and runs in delivering a DropKick into the door; Skorp sags out of the crumpled door unconscious from the and the camera reveals a hidden trash can on the drivers seat of the VW Bug. Herb: I think we got ourselves a new hardcore champion here. But wait, Dillucca is still conscious... Snakebite hears Jason Dillucca's ranting and walks slowly over to where Skorp left him among the trashcans. Snakebite crouches down over Dillucca and slaps him on his cheeks but with barely any force at all, taunting the hardcore champion into some semblance of consciousness... Frank: There is no need for this. Snakebite has it in the bag so why bother!?!?
The aerial camera zooms in on the roof of the bus as a roof hatch is slammed open and the limp form of Jason Dillucca is pushed up and through by Snakebite who soon follows. Shots cut from chopper-cam to ground camera-men as Snakebite maneuvers the Hardcore champion to the edge of the bus roof. Frank: This looks like something Chris Benoit used to do before he went to
the Crossface. Frank: Looking at the state of Jason Dillucca Herb I don't think Snakebite has much to worry about, and without anybody claiming that belt inside the VW this is all still legal.. With his opponent sitting on the top of the bus, back towards the arena. Snakebite seems to be satisfied with the trashcans then climbs back aboard the bus where he gets behind Jason Dillucca, and delivers a wicked Dragon Suplex from the top of the bus!!! Both men crash into the trashcan laid out by Snakebite. The aerial camera catches the two men in the glare of it's spotlight; Jason Dillucca's body seems misshapen. Limbs and torso bent in directions it shouldn't be able to. Snakebite a few feet away is rolling to his side but doesn't seem to be able to lift himself clear of the devastation... Frank: I think Snakebite took himself out of the match as well. Skorp seems to be out cold and the same with Dillucca. I think we're looking at some serious back and rib injuries there for the Hardcore Champion. Hand over fist Snakebite begins to pull himself towards the VW Bug and the trashcan with the AWA Hardcore Title Belt inside it. Reaching for the door a bloody hand snaps closed on his wrist... Herb: There's no way in hell .... Skorp is still fighting, trying to deny Snakebite that belt. Frank: Snakebite taking to much concern with Jason Dillucca may have given
Skorp just enough time gather his wits. This could be bad for Snakebite who
is suffering from his own Venom Strike finisher... Skorps bloody face comes into shot leveling with Snakebite. Blood it trickling from the gash caused my Skorp’s frantic tire iron shot. The two men lean against the side of the VW seemingly calling an unspoken moment of truce; quickly broken by Snakebite as he grabs the hair at the top of Skorp’s head and rams it backwards into the VW's passenger door once .. twice .. three times Frank: Not the kind of three count covered in the stipulation I'm thinking
as Snakebite shoves Skorp to the side. Snakebite slowly pulls himself to his feet and open the door. Pulling out the trash can Snakebite pulls out the American Wrestling alliance Hardcore Champion Title belt. From the chopper-cam the spotlight catches the only man standing; holding his new title belt high above his head to glitter in the light: Snakebite.... HS - Yeah, I knew he could do it...Snakebite is the AWA Hardcore Champion once
again... The lights in the arena go dim almost black, softly the sound of sleigh bells echo throughout the arena as the crowd in attendance goes into a hush as snow slowly begins to fall. A spotlight waves over the crowd as we see children and adults alike all moving there hands about looking up to the indoor artificial snow falling from high above them. As the lights slowly come up we see, center ring a red sleigh and two reindeer standing before it. In the sleigh sits the jolly fat man Santa Clause, the back end filled with presents) Herb: Its Santa Frank! (Santa slowly climbs from the sleigh and looks about the crowd as he is tossed a mic from a ring hand on the outside. With a hand on the side of his large belly he begins to speak out to the crowd) Santa: Ho Ho Ho Merry Christmas Boys and Girls, have we all been good this year? (The Fans cheer loudly. Santa laughing puts his hand up to calm everyone down to continue) Santa: I have made my list and checked it twice. I know who has been naughty and nice, but you know boys and girls up at the workshop I got a letter not to long ago. It was a letter from a man, asking for his one Christmas wish he wanted on thing and one thing only Herb: I knew he would get it 10 years of sending it and he finally got it! (Frank shakes his head out of pity looking over to Herb, who’s eyes show brightly as he looks to the Christmas Icon standing in the ring) Santa: His wish boys and girls? To return to all of you here at the AWA to once again set into this ring and entertain and delight you all. It was a wish that after only reading once I gladly granted) (Santa turns to his side extending his hand out to the sleigh of presents. There is a slight rumble among them, as we see slowly emerge from under them, Mickey Showery. He stands looking out to all the people as they cheer loudly for him. Santa with a laugh claps, as Mickey steps out from within the sleigh) Frank: It is Mickey Showery, who many of you may remember broke his leg in a battle with Quade DeSade over a month ago. We here at the AWA were informed by his doctors that he would not be fit to return to the ring for sometime, but it looks like he is back. Herb: It is the magic of Christmas frank, the magic of Christmas Mickey walks over next to Santa Claus throwing an arm over his shoulder as he waves out to the fans awaiting them to quite down. Santa hands Mickey the mic as the crowd softens) Mickey Showery: Well I am back (The fans go into cheering again for a few moments) Mickey Showery: Nothing warms my heart, more then my friends, family, this season, and above all you all the fans of the AWA. I have come back to right some wrongs that may have happened in the past, and also to settle some old scores Santa has his list, and so does Mickey Showery however the bad boys and girls on my list get a different kind lump, rather then the coal of my associate here. (Santa looks over to Mickey jokingly waving his index finger at him, Mickey intern smiles and continues) Mickey Showery: Many of you are happy to see me back, but I am sure there are a few out there who aren’t. To them I say, I hope you enjoyed my time away cause I am definitely going to enjoy my time back. (The camera pulls a bit back from the ring as Santa and Mickey wave on to the crowd before the camera switches back to the announce table) Frank: Well looks like Mickey got just what he wanted for Christmas, and we
are all happy to have him back. (The shot cuts from Herb and Frank and we find ourselves backstage once more where Buster Brown and Rawstarr are stood in the corridor just staring at each other, we can’t make out the words that Buster is saying to Rawstarr, but as the speech comes up, Mrs.Rawness sneaks up behind Buster Brown and lowblows him. Brown sinks to his knees as Rawstarr and his Manager, Mrs.Rawness walk away into the distance laughing about what had just happened) Frank: Ouch, that’s gotta hurt Frank: For once Herb, I agree with you. That Will Scott has been getting under
the skin of Quade for a while now. And frankly, how dare he? Quade is one of
the greatest champions of all-time here in the AWA. Quade deserves respect from
Will Scott; Quade will beat it out of him tonight. (Entrance music cuts off Herb. It’s “Tear Away” by Drowning Pool, Will Scott comes out belt draped over his shoulder. The crowd cheers loudly for the newly crowned champ. He looks focused, determined, and most of all…pissed. He slides in the ring and immediately looks to the entrance ramp waiting for Quade DeSade.) Herb: Wow, look at him Frank. He looks so determined. What’s with him
coming out first though? He needs to come out last; the champ always comes out
last. (Security men appear through the entrance as 'Sadness' by Enigma resounds from the speakers. The entire length of the ramp is lined with deSade's privately hired muscle, then Fiery Cross' next tactic is revealed to Will Scott and to the AWA faithful. From the entrance steps a figure wearing the very familiar wide brimmed fedora and the long coat. With his head bowed against the slurs and insults of the Alliance fans he starts to walk down to ringside. Frank: Ah, look at him. He is definitely the man. The fans can’t stand
him; you know what he can’t stand you guys either! Keep booing. Then behind him follows another long-coat, fedora wearing figure with his head bowed against the mob. Then another, and another... Frank: And another one too! There are Quade deSade’s coming out of the
woodworks! (Soon the entire ring is surrounded with multiple Quade deSade's. Each with their heads bowed denying the TV Champion a clear look at the face. The referee looks like he is confused and calls for the bell to begin the match anyway.) Herb: Why the hell did the referee ring the bell? What is he thinking? Shouldn’t
he at least ATTEMPT to find out what the hell is going on and find the real
Quade DeSade? The referee starts the 10 count. Will Scott look about the sides of the ring. 3…4... None of the heavily clad figures seems to budge. 5…6…Suddenly one figure rolls into the ring careful not to drop the hat nor reveal his face the referee is forced to break the count and restart as the figure roll back out before Will Scott can reach him.) Herb: Well he at least has 10 more seconds to figure what the hell is going
on. (Will Scott doesn't fully understand the trap that has been set for him. The ref counts 3… and from the far corner behind Will Scott another fedora wearer rolls in to break the 10 count and causes Will Scott to chase another Quade. Pretty soon there are figures rolling in and out from all sides of the ring, making a mockery of the referees duties and causing Will Scott too be even more confused.) Herb: Damnit! What the HELL is going on!!! Christ, just wrestle already! (Trying to make sense of these goings on the ref tries to follow one of the hat wearers to the ropes as Will Scott chases yet another fake Quade on the other side of the ring. With both referee and Will Scott occupied a figure rolls in with a steel chair and connects with a HUGE head shot against Will Scott from behind then a crippling shot to the back of Will Scott’s legs with the same steel chair. The dented up steel chair is discarded and Quade deSade reveals himself all the while stomping on the prone Will Scott...) Frank: There he is!!! There he is!!! He let Will Scott know it too! (The fans are finally responding to the match again. The last few minutes were a bit of confusion for them. They were in awe of what just went on. The fans are now full on booing Quade. Meanwhile in the ring, Quade continues putting the boots to Scott. He picks up for a powerbomb and dumps him over the top rope instead of slamming him to the mat.) Herb: Oh my God!!! We are only 3 minutes into the match and this fool went
and powerbombed the TV Champ over the top rope! Did you hear his head hit the
floor? (The crowd gives a collective “ooh” when Will Scott hit the ground floor. Quade rolls out of the ring. He slowly, methodically starts picking Will Scott apart. First with an Irish whip into the guardrail, then an Irish whip into the steps, then rams Will Scott’s head into the steel ring post. Will Scott is pretty much out on his feet. The referee reaches 9 and Quade rolls into the ring.) Herb: I just thought of something, further proof the referee is an idiot. Why
is counting? It is a submission match? It can only end in a submission. There
is no reason at all to be counting them out! Who hires these guys? Seriously…
(Quade rolls back out and picks up Scott by the neck and rolls him into the ring. Scott is lying prone near the ropes. Quade quickly mounts Scott and begins choking him ferociously. He breaks the hold and then delivers a quick elbow drop, then a knee drop. He picks Scott up and whips him into the turnbuckle. Quade goes for a clothesline and Scott moves out of the way. After moving he falls face first onto the mat.) Herb: Yes! Get up Will! Get up! Take advantage! (Quade is slumped in the corner holding onto the to the top rope. The crowd is getting behind Will Scott, Scott makes it to his knees as Quade comes to him, Scott hits him with a punch to the gut that doubles Quade over. With a burst of energy he jumps up a delivers a scissors kick to the back of Quade’s head. Quade drops to the mat, as does Will Scott.) Herb: There you go! Will’s turn to deliver some punishment of his own!
(Will gets up and begins stomping on Quade. Stomping on the small of his back then his legs, then lastly, stomps right on Quade’s hand as he begins to get up. With a stomp of the hands Quade falls back to the mat. Will picks Quade up and delivers a standing dropkick right underneath the chin. Quade falls back against the ropes. Will then quickly delivers a Savat kick sends Quade flipping over the top rope, before Quade can even recover on the outside Will Scott comes flying over the top rope with a back elbow. Quade falls back and hits the back of his head on the guardrail. Quade is lying defenseless. Will Scott backs up gets a running start and kicks Quade right in the face.) Herb: Wow! It’s like he’s playing kickball and Quade’s face
is the ball. (Will Scott picks Quade and whips him into the steel post. Then the guardrail again, then head first into the steel post. Quade gets rolled into the ring. Will Scott delivers a quick leg drop. Then he follows up with a kneedrop to Quade’s chest. He picks Quade up and sets him up in the turnbuckle. He delivers tornado DDT and Quade lands in a crumpled heap on the floor. The crowd begins to rumble as Will climbs the top rope.) Herb: He’s climbing the top! What is he going to try? (Will Scott comes off the top with a corkscrew frogsplash and Quade gets his knees up. Will Scott grabs his stomach and rolls around the mat in pain. Quade quickly rolls toward Will and quickly puts him in a cross armbreaker. Will Scott yells in pain and reaches for the ropes. The referee is in Will Scott’s face asking him if he wants to tap out. Will Scott quickly shakes his head no. He is slowly inching his way towards the ropes. As he gets closer to the ropes, Quade pulls back harder. Will screams louder but is finally able to wrap his right hand around the bottom rope. The ref calls for the break and Quade breaks at 4. Quade quickly picks Will up and whips into the ropes and gets him in the sleeper hold. Will quickly realizing he is position for a submission drops to the ground, making Quade hit his chin on top of Will’s head. Quade grabs his chin and falls backward in pain. Will after a few seconds regroups enough to apply an STF on Quade. The crowd roars its approval.) Herb: He has the STF clamped on in the middle of the ring. This could be it.
(The ref is now Quade’s face asking if he wants to tap. Quade lifts his right hand as if he is going to tap out.) Herb: He’s going to tap! He’s going to tap! (Quade nearly taps but at the last minute decides to try and inch to the ropes. He puts his hand on the mat and does a sort of push up and goes forward an inch or so. The ref asks Quade again and he yells no. The crowd is roaring thinking Will Scott has it won. He digs in a little deeper with the STF. Quade screams louder in pain. He is able to wriggle free for a moment. He breaks the hold as he tries to make it to his feet. Will Scott drops a knee to the small of Quade’s back and pulls him to the middle of the ring and puts the STF on him again.) Herb: Yes!!! He’s got him now for sure!! (Quade looks to be out. The ref checks his arm. It drops once. He checks his arm. It drops twice. The ref checks him arm for the third time and it stays up. He quickly drives his elbow into Will’s ribcage. A last ditch effort on his part. Will breaks the hold. Quade stays on the mat however. Will is favoring his ribcage from the elbow, but he drives his knee into the back of Quade as he pulls back on Quade’s arm.) Herb: Damnit! I thought he had him. I really did. (Quade is able to make the ropes. Will breaks the armbar and takes his knee out of Quade’s back. Quade makes it to his feet. Will Scott is raining right and left hand to the top of Quade’s head. Quade is able to duck one and flip Will Scott over the top rope and to the ground. Will Scott is quickly back up to his feet. He grabs Quade’s feet and drags him underneath the bottom rope. Quade is ready this time and as soon as he gets to the outside with Will Scott a fistfight breaks out. They are exchanging rights and lefts with lightning quick reflexes. Quade being the heavier of the two eventually gets the upperhand. He bodyslams Will to the ground. Quade rolls into the ring to get his breath, he is still a little woozy from the onslaught earlier. Will rolls into the ring a few seconds later but is met with a kick to the ribs. Quade rakes his fingers down Will’s back and then rakes his eyes. Will Scott is trying to get his vision back as soon as he does Quade puts him a full-nelson. And brings him to the turnbuckle. Frank: Yes, The Crucifier!!! This is his finisher, a submission hold too!!!
(Quade lifts him up and puts Will’s feet on the second rope of the turnbuckle. The crowd is silent they think that Will is going to submit. All of the sudden the ref is calling for the hold to be broken. Quade thinks he has won. He drops Will to the mat and holds his hands up in the air. The ref is waving off the victory. The ref tells Quade it is not a victory, Will’s feet were in the ropes so the hold had to be broken.) Frank: What? That ref is such an idiot. (Quade and the referee are arguing over the move and Will Scott is slowly regaining his senses and he comes from behind and lifts Quade up and drops him with a full-nelson slam. Then picks him up and delivers a German suplex and immediately rolls out of the ring.) Frank: What the hell? (Will lifts the ring apron and is searching for something. He starts smiling. He puts what he found in the ring. A gasoline can with a book of matches taped to the side of it. The crowd begins cheering.) Herb: Oh my God!!! He’s going to light Quade deSade on fire! (Will rolls in the ring and unscrews the top of the can. The ref sees this and is admonishing Will Scott. Quade is struggling to his feet. Will rears back to throw the gas on Quade. Quade puts the ref in front of him and the better part of all the gasoline douses the ref. A little of it splashes on the left arm of Quade. The ref rolls out of the ring holding his face, the gasoline is burning his eyes. As Quade looks down to wipe the gas off his arm, Will Scott smacks him over the head with the empty gas can. Quade drops to the mat like a ton of bricks. As all this is going on paramedics are washing out the eyes of the ref at ringside. Will Scott stands over the top of Quade and then quickly mounts him and rains down punch after punch to Quade. Quade is busted open from the gas can shot. The ref is being attended to and a new ref comes out reluctantly. As he makes his way down Will Scott has Quade in a half crab and Quade is tapping in pain. The ref not to keen to be out there quickly calls for the bell. Will Scott refuses to break the hold even though Quade has clearly tapped.) Herb: Quade has tapped!!! Will Scott retains!!! (As soon as Herb said this, Will goes to the gas can and rips the matchbook of the can. He lights it and throws the match on Quade’s arm. The arm goes up in flames. Quade is screaming in pain and rolls out of the ring in a frenzied state trying to find something to extinguish the fire. He finds the paramedics using the bottled water to help the ref irrigate his eyes and accidentally hits the ref, who now lights on fire as well. Even more so then Quade. The crowd is screaming for more. The ref is howling in pain. And Quade is howling in pain and Will Scott is in the ring with his title watching it all. Someone finally comes out with an extinguisher and douses the ref and Quade with it. The fire is extinguished and the crowd begins to boo.) Herb: What a great match. The ref caught fire, Quade’s arm is burnt to
a crisp and Will Scott retained his TV title. (Will Scott is standing on the turnbuckle looking towards the crowd, as the ref is being stretchered to the waiting ambulance, Quade slides in the ring and hits Will Scott with a chair shot that echoed through the arena. It is the same dented chair he used earlier. After Will hits the ground, Quade puts the chair over his face and delivers a wicked kneedrop to the center of the chair. Will Scott’s face is busted open and he is writhing in pain. Quade smiles and rubs his burnt arm. Almost smiling from the burn as he rubs it. He heads to the back as Will Scott scrambles to regain his senses.) Frank: There! Take that Will Scott! [Event slowly cuts away to black before opening up on the AWA Building, the stars twinkle in the night as snowflakes slowly fall to the ground."Deck the halls" slowly begins to play as the transmission fades to the AWA new comers Rawstarr, Misery and Bull Majors all laying in a large bed in night caps as a fire crackles in the back ground. The three lay sleeping holding candy canes. Camera fades again to Jack Happy as he stands around a tree with The Blonde Bombshells decorating it joking with one another. Fading to Mickey Showery and Hang Man of the Lone Star Outlaws, the two hand each other gifts opening them realizing they both got each other the same thing, J D Whiskey. The two smile brightly as they give friendly hugs. Slowly the camera pulls up into top attic of the building revealing Quade DeSade as he sits in a arm chair looking out the snow window plotting evilly, a large black hood figure emerges behind DeSade with an erect bone finger pointing to him. DeSade jumps out of the seat shock and runs off camera as the man pulls the hood off to reveal William Scott looking to the camera with a smile and a wink. Slowly cutting to C-Rock as he sits before a number of sleepy children reading to them the story of Christmas, they all intently listen on as C-Rock speaks to them. Camera switching for a final time to the entire AWA cast and crew arm in arm as Travis Grey stands at the front swaying around singing to the chorus to the song ] Wrestlers Together: Fa-la la la la .. la la LAAAAAAA.. Travis Gray: Happy Holidays from the AWA Jack Happy: - calling out from the crowd - And a JACK HAPPY NEW YEAR! Travis Gray: That’s right, you thought this year was fun, wait until 2003 there is a lot more in store [Slowly from behind the crowd a small mallard emerges in a 17th century young mans cloths with two crutches ] Disco Duck: God Bless us...Every one [He turns waddling away with a number of quacks, as "Merry Christmas" is large red bold letters falls onto the screen. "From the AWA". In smaller type below it. Slowly the image fades back to the event.] HS – Merry Christmas, Frank ("I'm Going Out", by Mobb Deep strikes up and Dark Warrior appears on the rampway to a chorus of jeering and booing by the San Franciscan crowd. DW calmly walks down towards the ring, before looking upwards towards the Steel Cage suspended high above the ring. He climbs into the ring, jumping up and down a few times as his music plays out and is eventually replaced with "Back In The Saddle", by Aerosmith) HS - Here we go, Frank. The temperature of Cow Palace is about to rise (As the music starts to play, the Outlaw Express Wagon appears and as soon as this sight is seen the crowd go wild as Hangman stands up in the Wagon, raising a bottle of JD in his left hand and a noose held tightly in his right. He glares towards the waiting Dark Warrior in the ring as the Horse-Drawn Wagon comes to a standstill, before climbing out and taking the few short steps towards the ring. As Hangman climbs in under the Toprope, the lights dim showing just the spotlights on the Steel Cage as it slowly lowers until it completely surrounds the cage and has reached the ground) HS - Frank, this is about to get ugly (As Frank finishes his sentence, the lights come back up and Hangman and Dark Warrior both run at each other, both knocking each other down with respective Clotheslines, they are both up in a flash and both go for another Clothesline and again they both go down, again they are both up with no hesitation and both go charging at each other for a third time, however this time Dark Warrior manages to duck a ferocious Clothesline from Hangman as they both rebound off respective ropes, they meet in the centre of the ring as Hangman tries to decapitate DW once more with a Clothesline From Hell, but once again DW manages to narrowly duck it, before hitting the ropes again and connecting with a Dropkick to the back of Hangman that sends him flying through the middle rope and connecting head-first with the wall of the hard metal cage. Hangman hits hard as DW turns him round and connects with two quick rights before sending him across the ring with an Irish Whip, but this time catching him with an Drop Toehold as he returns, sending Hangman crashing into the wall of the metal cage once more, head first !!) FJ - How clever. Dark Warrior is using that Metal Cage early on in this match to his advantage (Again DW pulls his 6'9 opponent away from the metal cage but this time sending him straight back into the metal...and again...and again and the third time instead of pulling Hangman's head away from the metal, he proceeds to grabs Hangman's head and scrape it along the metal cage wall. Hangman slumps down grabbing hold of the ropes to stop himself from hitting the mat...) HS - He's bleeding...Hangman's bleeding already !! (We see a glimpse of Hangman's bloody face, his mask slightly ripped at the side as he tried to pull himself up using the ropes, but as he does DW attempts to Whip him into the ropes again, but this time he is saved by a rake to the eyes from the former World Champion. DW staggers backwards holding his face and trying to regain his vision once more as Hangman pulls himself up. DW, regaining his vision comes charging in again with a Clothesline, but it met flush in the face with a HUGE Big Boot. DW crashes to the mat flat on his back as Hangman staggers out of the ropes...) FJ - I think Hangman has bought himself some time with the desperation boot
to the face (As Hangman shakes the cobwebs from his head, DW groggily stands...firstly on one foot and then another, he staggers towards the ropes as he gets up, but then walks straight into an almighty Clothesline From Hell from the 325lb monster. DW hits the mat hard, but as the Ref starts to administer the Ten Count, Hangman drags DW to his feet, breaking the count and lifts him up into a powerful Bearhug...) HS - Hangman is really starting to make the most of the advantage in this match now, Frank (DW starts flailing him arms in an attempt to break free from Hangman's Vice-like grip, but Hangman has got the hold locked in tightly. DW makes one final attempt to wriggle free before his hands fall to his side. Hangman doesn't release the hold though and just lifts DW up a bit further and continues to squeeze for a few moments...) HS - Hangman is squeezing every bit of life out of the body of Dark Warrior
(Hangman takes a few steps towards the nearest turnbuckle and in one swift moment drops DW back-first into the turnbuckle. DW slumps to the floor and the Ref starts to count once more, but once again Hangman raises the barely conscious DW back to his feet and Whips him hard into the far turnbuckle. He then proceeds to untie the padding on the turnbuckle, before charging in towards DW with a Running Lariat...) FJ - That cheating... (DW slumps down once more, but Hangman wastes no time and Whips DW back across the ring and he connects head-first with the now unprotected Turnbuckle. DW is cut wide open and he staggers back from the turnbuckle into the centre of the ring and collapses in a heap. The Ref starts the Ten Count as Hangman sneers at the broken and beaten body of DW as he lays in the ring, but as the Ref's count reaches seven, DW starts to stir...he struggles to pull himself to his feet before the ten count, but just manages to as he falls back towards the ropes, just managing to keep his balance by clutching at the Toprope, as DW tries to regain his footing he is sent crashing back towards the mat as Hangman comes charging in with another Big Boot straight to the face, however this time Hangman gives the Ref no chance to start a count and DW no chance to try and recover. He pulls him to his feet and proceeds to lift him over his shoulder to set him up for a Tombstone Piledriver...) HS - Tombstone...Tombstone... (Hangman places DW into position and drops down as the already bloody face of DW hits hard on the mat and DW's head bounces back up on impact before he lays out on his back, spread-eagled...not moving a muscle. The Ref starts the count once more, but still "The Behemoth of the AWA" isn't finished...) HS - Hangman isn't letting up one bit. He's not even letting the Ref starts
a count (Once again he pulls the lifeless body of DW to his feet, before placing his right hand around his throat and slamming him hard into the mat with a Southern Comfort Slam, he releases the Claw as DW hits the mat, but still isn't finished. Once again he hauls him to his feet, this time doubling him over with a kick to the midsection before hoisting him up and back down with a HUGE powerbomb. DW lands neck-first in a crumpled heap on the mat, but yet again Hangman doesn't let the Ref start the count...) HS - A devastating Powerbomb there by Hangman (The Ref starts to protest against Hangman indicating that even DW has had enough, but Hangman just pushes the Ref to one side and picks DW up once more, this time lifting him up and bringing him down back-first on his knee with a Backbreaker, not once...not twice, but three times. the lifeless form of DW, now arched over the knee of Hangman. DW is stood back up once more as Hangman lifts his right knee up into his midsection twice, doubling him over again. He places his head in between his legs and hoists him high into the air and brings him down with a Powerbomb, but instead of releasing the hold he keeps it locked on and picks him up high into the air again, bringing him crashing back down for the second part of a DEVASTATING DOUBLE-POWERBOMB) FJ - Noooooo (Hangman looks down at the broken body of DW once again as the Ref hits the mat and starts the count of ten. DW makes no movement at all as the Ref's hand hits the mat for the tenth time and the cage starts to raise. Hangman leaves the ring as "Back In The Saddle" strikes up once more to the delight of the Cow Palace crowd and a team of EMT's rush to the ring to tend to a lifeless Dark Warrior) FJ - Is he alright, Herb ? Dark Warrior, is he... FRANK: There’s tonight’s favorites, Dirty Deeds. They’ve definitely
got an edge going in tonight ("Otsego Undead" by Static-X hits as Surge and Ballistic stroll out. They take a moment to yell at the fans before finally hitting the ring.) FRANK: There's tonight's favorites, Dirty Deeds. They've definitely got an
edge going in tonight! ("Obession" by Animotion hits, and Luscious Lori walks out, strutting for the fans, and then "Vivrant Thing" by Q-Tip hits and Lustful Laura follows suit. Both women stand at the stage for a moment.) FRANK: Of course, you can never underestimate the abilities of those two lovely
ladies. (Lori and Laura hit the ring, and the bell sounds. Surge goes for Laura, as Lori and Ballistic pair off. The men start with an early advantage, each picking up their opponent for an easy, if cocky, gorilla press slam. The ladies hit the ground hard, but both are soon up and returning the favor, with Lori nailing Ballistic with a short clothesline and Laura connecting with a stiff dropkick to the chest of Surge. The ladies hit legdrops, and Surge staggers to his feet first. He seems off balance, the ladies prepare for the kill, but Ballistic stands up behind them and manages to take them both with a Double Reverse DDT!) HERB: That was damn impressive! Dirty Deeds now turn to the fans and taunt them so to speak. The men go for the pin, but pull the women up onto their knees.) HERB: That right there may have been their fatal mistake. They should have
just pinned them. Dirty Deeds begin to deliver more punishment, but each is rewarded with a solid shot to the groin. Both men drop to the ground holding theit groin area. Both women nail Ballistic, with Lori hitting a legdrop across his throat and Laura with an elbow to the groin. Surge gets to his feet, and looks ready for blood, but is rewarded with a quick hurricanranna by Lori for a two count.) HERB: Man, these girls are so fast. Dirty Deeds barely can keep up. (Ballistic is back up, and grabs Laura by the neck and delivers a brutal looking chokeslam. He kicks her in the ribs and goes for a pin of his own, but Lori breaks it up with a sharp kick to the neck. Surge gets up, and heads for Lori, but, Laura is now back up and hits another solid groin shot, which Laura takes advantage of by springboarding from the apron into a wicked dropkick. HERB: Always innovative, those Bombshells. (Surge goes down hard, obviously knocked out, but Ballistic is up and looking for revenge. Both women pound him, but he doesn't seem like he'll let up. he seems to be too strong for the girls to do any damage at all. He grabs Lori by her neck, signaling for another chokeslam. Laura begs him to stop, and begins to remove her top, temporarily stunning the obviously pleased Ballistic. She flashes him, much to the delight of the crowd. The crowd now could care less who wins this match...for they saw boobies! But Lori immediately seizes the opportunity, schoolboying him onto Surge, using him to hold down the now awakening wrestler and get a quick three. Laura puts her top back on, and the ladies grab the titles and exit, much to the dismay of Dirty Deeds.) HERB: Now there's some innovation! (The camera pans on the U.S. title suspended way above the ring. Then "Made you look" by Nas plays over the P.A. system. C-Rock begins to walk down to the ring as the crowd begin to boo at him. He walks to the other side of the ring and waits on the other contender in this match up. Then "Macho Man" by the Village People begin to play over the P.A. system, sending the crowd into a uproar of cheers. Jack Happy walks down the entrance runway slapping fans hand's on the way down. Jack climbs into the ring and turns back to the titan-tron to look at his entrance video. All of a sudden, from behind, C-Rock slides into the ring with a steel chair in his hands. The shot across Jack's back makes a horrific sound throughout the arena.) Herb: Now that was a blatant cheap-shot! (Jack gets up on all fours as C-Rock throws the chair out of the ring. He runs off one side of the ropes and legdrops Jack, sending him straight into the mat. C-Rock pulls Jack up by his hair as Jack comes back to his senses. He punches C-Rock in the stomach six times. He stammers to his feet and lands three knife edge chops to C-Rock's chest. The crowd begins to chant "Happy! Happy!".) Herb: Now that's the way to get a crowd on their feet. (Jack gives a good kick right to the mid-section of C-Rock, folding him over. He grabs his shoulders and throws his head between his legs. Jack picks him up for a good powerbomb, slamming C-Rock hard on his back. Jack then slides out of the ring and gets a ladder from underneath it. He throws it into the ring as C-Rock gets up. C-Rock grabs the ladder as Jack slides into the ring on his belly. C-Rock runs at him with the ladder horizonal and clotheslines him out of the ring. He then sets up the ladder at the edge of the mat. He then slides out of the ring and kicks Jack two hard times, then pulls out a table from underneath the ring. He sets it up and pulls Jack on top of it. He then slides back into the ring and climbs up the ladder. He jumps of of it as Jack rolls off the table. C-Rock goes soaring through the air landing a frog splash on the unoccupied table. He crashes through it hitting the floor.) Frank: Oh my God!!!!!!Oh my God!!!!!Is C-Rock hurt??!!?!?!That was a hard hit
he took!!!!! (Jack slowly staggers to his feet looking at the non-moving C-Rock. He kicks him while he is on the ground then pulls back the floor covering the cement floor.) Frank: What is that whack-job doin'? (Jack pulls C-Rock up and puts his head under his arm. Jack picks him up and drops him on his head for a brainbuster on the cement floor.) Herb: Holy Lord, that has to be, it just has to!!!!!!! (Jack begins to sway as he climbs into the ring. He stands up uneasily and walks toward the ladder. He scoots the ladder back until it is under the belt, taking a little to much time. He begins to climb as C-Rock climbs into the ring. As Jack reaches his hand upwards, C-Rock pushes the ladder over. Jack came off the top and straddled the top rope. C-Rock bounces off the opposite side and flies toward Jack and clotheslines him off the rope. C-Rock begins to slide underneath the bottom rope and out of the ring. He pulls Jack up and kicks him to the mid-section. He grabs Jack's head and DDTs him on the floor. He then gets up and drags him to the announcer table. He pulls him up and kicks him again in the stomach. He pulls his shoulders between his legs and hooks both of his arms, but Jack, with a little strength left, picks him up and backdrops him through the announcers table.) Herb: Oh Lord, I think that is all she wrote, Frank. (Jack begins to roll over and climb to his feet. He pulls up C-Rock to his knees. and steps back a foot or two. Jack then dropkicks C-Rock in the chest sending him recoiling back. Jack slowly gets up after that kamikaze attack. He stands and gets a table from underneath that side of the mat. He sets it up and puts C-Rock on it, but C-Rock rolls off just as Jack was trying to get into the ring. He kicks Jack and puts him on the table and he gets on it also. He then kicks Jack in the stomach and hooks both of his arms pulling him between his legs. He then Regulates Jack through the table leaving Jack a bloody mess. C-Rock then gets to his feet slowly. He rolls into the ring winded, and stands to his feet. He sways over to the ladder and sets it up underneath the belt. He begins to climb up the ladder toward victory, then Jack comes in the ring, his face covered in blood. He pulls back the ladder making C-Rock fall, but C-Rock turns it into a flying dropkick onto Jack. Jack tries to side step but the boot still kicks him knocking him off balance sending him to the mat. C-Rock slowly gets to one knee as Jack Happy begins to slowly rise. Jack gets up followed by C-Rock. Jack throws a fist into C-Rock's face, but C-Rock blocks with his arm. Then C-Rock kicks Jack in the stomach, throwing Jack off balance. He shoves his head between his legs again and powerbomb’s Jack into the canvas. C-Rock the puts the ladder in the other corner across from them. He then walks back over to Jack and throws him into a corner. He kicks Jack in the stomach and puts his head between his legs and picks him up for a powerbomb. He runs across the ring going to powerbomb Jack onto the angled ladder, but Jack slips off his shoulders and lands behind him as C-Rock runs into the ladder, throwing him back. AS he staggers backwards, Jack lands a heavy clothesline to the back of C-Rock's neck, sending him sprawling on the mat face first. Jack the sets up the ladder and climbs up it, not going for the title. Jack jumps off the ladder going for a BellyBomb. C-Rock rolls out of the way as Jack belly flops the canvas. Jack holds his ribs. C-Rock begins to climb to his feet as he legdrops Jack when he finally stands upright. C-Rock walks over to the ladder and sets it up under the belt. He begins to climb it, but Jack climbs up behind him dazed. Jack grabs C-Rock's foot trying to pull him down but C-Rock still climbs. Finally, when they get to the top C-Rock kicks Jack in the stomach and underhooks his arms. He then Regulates him from the top of the ladder. C-Rock is slow to get up but he eventually does. He then climbs the ladder and grabs the U.S. belt from above the ring.) Herb: How can this be?That punk C-Rock winning the title? (The scene cuts backstage once more where we see the Dirty Deeds talking, suddenly a figure from out of nowhere appears and starts attacking Surge and Ballistic with a steel chair, as he leaves the battered and bruised bodies of the AWA Tag Team on the floor revealing who it is…) FJ – What ? Ring Announcer- The following contest is set for three falls, in which there will be no disqualifications, and it is for the American Wrestling Alliance Heavyweight Championship of the World! The crowd explodes with cheers in anticipation of the main event. The entire arena rises to its feet as they wait amid an electric buzz for the combatants. HS- Well, fans, this is it! The main event is upon us! The rules are simple. It’s best two out of three falls. There will be no disqualifications, it’s pinfall or submission only. The first man to two falls will become AWA champion. FJ- Well, this is a huge match, but I only know one thing about it… Steven Caldera is NOT becoming AWA champion! On cue, ‘Pour Some Sugar On Me’ hits in the arena. Dave Santini slowly struts out on stage, Louise conspicuous by her absence. Santini wears an intense grimace on his face as he marches towards the ring, taking a moment to glower at the jeering crowd. Announcer- Introducing first, weighing in at 250 pounds… Dave ‘The Rave’ Santini!!! HS- Dave Santini spent four years trying to get his hands on the AWA world title, but when he finally did, Steven Caldera returned and saw to it that Santini lost it! Santini believes that it’s his destiny to be AWA champion, but Caldera thinks otherwise! FJ- It was an absolute crime the way Santini was robbed of his title last week, Herb! Of course Owens in a deserving champion, but Santini should have that belt right now! Caldera’s got hell to pay tonight! Santini enters the ring and removes his robe, tossing it out of the ring before mounting the turnbuckle to survey the booing fans. After a moment, his music fades, and the crowd turns their attention back to the ramp. After a pause, ‘My Ruin’ hits, prompting a tremendous explosion of cheers from the crowd. Steven Caldera walks into view of the cameras, stopping at the end of the stage. He slides down his black sunglasses to take a look at the fans, who continue to receive him with a huge ovation. Caldera lets a thin smile slide through before turning his attention to a grimacing Santini, who is shaking with anger at the very sight of Caldera. Announcer- And, from Columbus, Ohio, weighing in at 256 pounds… Steven Caldera!!! HS- Two time AWA Champion Steven Caldera is heading back to the ring again! I never thought I would see the day! And listen to this incredible response here at Wrestlefest!! FJ- Each and every one of these screaming fans is going to be disappointed tonight, my friend. Don’t think we don’t know about Caldera’s bad knees! There’s a reason he left this company, and that reason is Dave Santini! HS- Indeed, Caldera left due to knee problems suffered during a match with Santini, but he’s back in force tonight, and he’s got a chance at reclaiming AWA gold! Caldera slides into the ring, prompting Santini to quickly bail out. Caldera ignores him an mounts the turnbuckle, eliciting thousands of flashbulbs to quickly light up the arena. Caldera hops down again and locks eyes with Santini, but their collective glare is quickly overwhelmed by the sounds of ‘Parabola’. Ray Owens enters the scene on stage, the AWA title belt slung over his shoulder. The crowd’s attention turns to the champion and the reaction goes sour, as Owens slowly begins slinking towards the ring. Announcer- And, weighing in at 235 pounds, he is the reigning AWA Champion… ‘The Original’ Ray Owens!! HS- Ray Owens was the benefactor of Steven Caldera’s return last week, but he’s got a huge mountain to climb here tonight! Owens runs the risk of losing that title without being involved in any of the decisions! FJ- Hey now, that doesn’t make a difference to Ray Owens! He’s been World Champion many a time before, he’s been to this dance before. But all I know is that Caldera won’t be the one leaving with the belt! Owens reaches the ring, and steps through the ropes. Caldera backs away, giving Owens room to hold the AWA title belt high for all to see. The crowd continues to boo to welcome the champ, as his music fades and the lights come up. Caldera continues to stare down Owens, but forgets about Santini, who slides into the ring and hits Caldera with a forearm to the back! Caldera goes down as the referee frantically calls for the bell, beginning the main event! HS- And this one’s underway! Two out of three falls for the title! Santini begins stomping at Caldera’s midsection, but Owens, still holding the title belt, charges and nails Santini with a belt shot to the face! Santini is floored and Owens goes for a quick cover! …1 …2 Kickout by Santini! HS- Whoa, Owens leveled Santini and went for a quick decision! FJ- But Santini isn’t going to go down that easily! HS- Let’s not forget, fans, while neither of these men have any love lost for Caldera, they certainly have a feud with each other to settle here tonight! Owens gets back to his feet as the official slides the title belt out of the ring. Caldera pulls himself up in the corner as Owens approaches, but Caldera meets him with a stiff right hand that takes the champion right off his feet! Owens goes down, and Santini quickly rolls over for the cover! …1 …2 Caldera shrugs and drops a sharp elbow on Santini, breaking up the pinfall attempt! All three men quickly get back to their feet, and Caldera nails Owens with another right hand. Santini interjects with a boot to Caldera’s midsection, stopping Caldera’s momentum. Santini and Owens both begin hammering Caldera with rights and lefts, beating the former champ back into the corner. HS- Well, it seems Owens and Santini are putting their differences aside for the time being! Not bad strategy! With Caldera subdued, Santini backs out of the corner to allow Owens to continue the beating. After a moment, Owens stops pummeling Caldera and turns around, only to catch a huge spear from Santini! The crowd oohs as Owens hits the mat, and Santini mounts Owens with some vicious punches to the skull. Owens finally manages to shove Santini away and roll out of the ring, but Santini follows in close pursuit. Caldera slowly tries to pull himself up again as Santini chases Owens around the ring and towards the announce table. FJ- Watch out, Herb, they’re coming our way! HS- Santini is stalking the champion here, and Steven Caldera has been left lying in the early stages of this match! Owens quickly does and about-face and nails Santini with a huge shot to the face, sending Santini reeling. Owens takes Santini by the hair and snaps him hard into the steel ringpost, sending Santini flying to the floor in front of the commentators. Santini painfully begins to sit up, pulling himself to his feet, as the crowd cheers wildly for the main event. HS- Owens and Santini are really going at it here, but Caldera is back up in the ring! FJ- Watch out, guys! Caldera gets to his feet, as Owens pulls Santini up. Owens and Santini lock up on the outside, but Caldera hits the ropes in the ring! The crowd jumps to its feet in anticipation as Caldera leaps over the top rope, landing hard on both men and sending all three down in a heap amid the incredible cheers of the fans! HS- OH MAN! Steven Caldera just flew over the top rope with a huge suicide dive, and took out both Santini and Owens! Caldera quickly gets back to his feet, pulling Owens up with him. Caldera slings Owens around and heaves him over the Spanish announce table, sending Owens into a heap in the Spanish commentators’ laps! The crowd roars with approval as Caldera spies Santini slinking back into the ring, and Caldera leaps up in pursuit. Santini gets to his feet in the ring and hits the ropes, bouncing towards Caldera! But Caldera charges forward, destroying Santini with a huge lariat! HS- Good God! Steven Caldera is taking control of this match, and this crowd is absolutely loving it! FJ- No! Get up, Ray! Get up, Dave! Someone do something! Santini painfully gets to his feet, but Caldera is waiting with a big right hand that sends Santini right back down. On the outside, Owens angrily gets to his feet and shoves a Spanish announcer out of his way, snatching up his steel chair on his way back to the ring. Caldera takes Santini by the arm and locks on an armbar in the ring, but Owens hops onto the apron and launches himself over the top rope, nailing Caldera in the face with an elbow drop using the chair! HS- GOOD GOD! Springboard elbow with a steel chair by Owens, and Caldera’s face has been destroyed! That could do it right there! FJ- What an incredible move! Only Ray Owens could come up with something like that! Owens quickly hooks Caldera’s leg for the cover… …1 …2 Santini pulls Owens off! Owens and Santini both get back to their feet, and Santini fires a big fist to the face of Owens. Owens returns it, and the two begin exchanging blows. Owens takes control, backing Santini into the ropes before whipping him to the other side. Caldera slowly begins getting to his feet, steel chair in hand, as Santini bounces back and nails Owens with a huge clothesline! Owens goes down, but Santini turns around to catch a HUGE chair shot to the skull from Caldera! The crowd explodes with cheers as Santini goes down in a heap, and Caldera hooks the leg! …1 …2 Broken up by Owens! HS- My Lord what a chair shot from Caldera! And he almost scored the first decision in this match, but Owens broke it up! Caldera gets back to his feet, only to get rolled up by Owens! …1 Kickout! Caldera quickly springs to his feet, only to get taken right back down again by a huge Owens clothesline. Owens gets back to his feet and lies in wait for Caldera, who begins struggling back to his feet. But Santini hits the ropes behind Owens, and comes back with a huge bulldog, leveling the champion! Santini gets back to his feet with his arms in the air, but turns right into a boot to the gut from Caldera, doubling him over! Caldera hooks Santini’s head and turns him right into a huge Caldera Drop!!! The crowd explodes and chants along as Caldera holds Santini in a pinning predicament! …1 …2 …3!!!! First Fall: Steven Caldera HS- YES! Steven Caldera just pinned Dave Santini! Steven Caldera is one pinfall away from becoming AWA Champion! FJ- No! No Way! Santini got hit from behind, Herb! Everyone saw it! Caldera gets to his feet and wastes no time in turning down to Owens, and locking on his patented side leglock, the Calderalock! The crowd explodes with cheers as Owens screams in pain, frantically searching with his arms for the ropes. HS- And now Caldera has the Calderalock on Owens! If Owens submits here, Caldera will be World Champion! FJ- NO! Look up there! Here comes Louise! The crowd explodes with boos as Louise rushes down to ringside, carrying the Equalizer in her hand! Santini slowly begins to stir, and Louise slides the Equalizer into the ring, where Santini takes control of it and gets to his feet. The crowd shouts warning at Caldera, who is still cinching down on the leg lock. Santini suddenly pulls the nightstick apart, revealing the long steel blade within. Santini bends over Caldera and appears to bury the blade in Caldera’s face! Caldera can be heard screaming as Santini pulls back, revealing Caldera’s forehead to be bleeding from a sadistic slash from Santini’s blade! HS- OH MY GOD! FJ- Ohhh… God… HS- Dave Santini just slid that blade right over Caldera’s face, and Caldera is bleeding profusely! Dave Santini is out of control! Caldera touches his face and slowly begins pulling himself back up, sickened from the horrible assault. Santini reconnects the equalizer, and levels Caldera with a huge shot to the skull! With that, Santini drops and covers Caldera! …1 …2 …3!!! Second Fall: Dave ‘The Rave’ Santini FJ- YES! Dave Santini pinned Caldera! I knew it! HS- Santini used that equalizer to mutilate Caldera, and now Dave Santini is in control, and only one fall away from becoming champion! And Ray Owens is in serious danger of losing his belt right now! Owens painfully begins climbing to his feet, as Louise applauds Santini on the outside. Santini painfully begins stalking Owens with the Equalizer, but Owens rises with a stiff knife-edge chop to the chest of the challenger! Santini is staggered, and Owens nails him with another chop, causing Santini to drop the nightstick. Owens, favoring his left leg heavily after Caldera’s leglock, begins firing away heavy chops, backing Santini into the ropes. Owens whips Santini to the other side, and Santini bounces back with a clothesline. Owens ducks it and Santini bounces off the other side, this time finding himself caught in a huge tilt-a-whirl backbreaker from Owens! HS- Huge backbreaker there from Owens, who is favoring his knee, but nonetheless realizes that if he doesn’t score the next decision, he’s going to lose the AWA title! FJ- It’s not over ‘till it’s over, my friend! This one’s not over yet for Ray Owens! Owens turns back to Caldera, who is still lying motionless on the canvass. After a moment’s thought, Owens quickly drops and hooks Caldera’s leg for a pinfall, and Caldera remains absolutely motionless! …1 …2 …3-Kickout! Caldera barely kicks out, eliciting a huge sigh of relief from the crowd! HS- Owens wisely went to cover Caldera, but Caldera’s still got something left! FJ- But Caldera can hardly move, and he’s bleeding badly from that huge gash on his forehead! It’s only a matter of time now for Steven Caldera! HS- That’s a good point… With each passing moment, with each drop of blood Caldera loses now, he’s getting weaker! The longer this match goes, the quicker Caldera’s chances of becoming champion fade away! Owens angrily gets to his feet and turns back to Santini, who has rolled out of the ring. Louise rushes to console him and leads him to the steel steps, where she flips back the apron banner, and emerges with a trash can! She hands it to Santini as Owens pokes his head through the ropes to collect his adversary. Santini, however, rears back with the can, and connects with a huge shot to Owens’ face! Owens slumps over the middle rope as Steven Caldera painfully gets to his feet, and collects the steel chair still sitting on the mat. Santini rears back with the can again, but this time slides it over Owens’ head, encasing him inside! Owens pulls back and staggers about in the can, before receiving a huge chair shot to the side of the can from Caldera! Owens goes down amid tremendous cheers from the crowd, as Caldera slowly tries to pull the can off for a pin attempt. HS- My God! What a move there from Caldera! Owens’ eardrums may have exploded! FJ- But he can’t be pinned inside that trash can! That’s not a bad place to be, Ray! As Caldera works on Owens, Santini and Louise begin pulling a ladder from beneath the ring! Louise helps support a weakened Santini as he slides the ladder into the ring, just as Caldera pries the trash can from Owens, and covers him! But before the official can scramble into position, Santini pulls him out of the ring, and slides inside in his place! HS- Well, Santini seems to have the advantage now that Louise is at ringside, and that doesn’t seem quite fair to me! FJ- Hey, it’s no DQ! Everything’s legal at Wrestlefest! Santini gets to his feet and nails an incoming Caldera with a boot to the gut, followed by a swinging neckbreaker right on top of the already dented trash can! The crowd oohs as Caldera curls up in pain, and Santini begins setting up the ladder. Meanwhile, on the outside, Louise is still at work under the apron, this time pulling out a table! Louise begins setting up the table on the outside as Santini gives Caldera a boot to position him correctly, before beginning to scale the ladder. However, Caldera painfully begins sitting up himself, pulling himself up the lower rungs of the ladder. Louise emerges with another table below, and begins setting this one up next to the first table. Caldera and Santini both begin scaling the ladder, racing for the top. HS- Oh no, this doesn’t look good! That ladder looks like it’s at least fifteen feet tall, and Santini and Caldera are both headed for the top! FJ- Santini’s about to finish this one off! Santini reaches the top first, and is waiting with a huge right hand for Caldera once he manages to reach a suitable height. Santini begins hammering away at Caldera’s bleeding face, and Caldera uses what energy he has left to maintain his grip on the ladder. However, Ray Owens slowly manages to sit up just enough to hurl himself into the ladder, tipping it and sending both men flying over the top rope and through the two tables below!!! The crowd explodes with an enormous ‘Holy Shit!’ chant, as Santini and Caldera lie in ruins below. HS- OH MY GOD! That was amazing! Ray Owens just tipped both Dave Santini and Steven Caldera over and through two tables! FJ- Yes! Caldera’s dead! That’s it! It’s over! Steven Caldera can’t continue now! Officials begin rushing down the ramp, scrambling to the wrestlers’ aid. But Owens slides out of the ring and moves in, dealing out right hands to any official in reach! The referees and medics begin scrambling away of the angry Owens, as he seeks to take advantage of this opportunity. It’s Caldera Owens grabs, and the champion pulls Caldera back to the ring and slings his limp body inside. Louise rushed to Santini’s aid, as the remaining officials move in to check on the former champion. HS- And Ray Owens has a tremendous opportunity to capture his first fall in this match at the expense of Steven Caldera! FJ- That’s music to my ears! Sayonara, Caldera! Owens staggers around in a painful circle, raising his arms in celebration to a chorus of boos from the packed house. Caldera finally reaches up and attempts to pull himself up the leg of the champion, but Owens shrugs him off and drops a hard elbow on the back of his head. Owens quickly gets back to his feet again, and this time moves to collect the ladder. Owens folds the ladder up and sets it in the corner, before turning back to Caldera. Owens pulls Caldera’s legs up and sits back, launching Caldera face first into the ladder! HS- Owens slingshots Caldera into the ladder, and Caldera may be close to getting finished off here! As much as I hate to say it, Ray Owens is getting ready to pick apart Steven Caldera! On the outside, Santini is painfully trying to sit up with the aid of two officials and a concerned Louise, who is keeping a watchful eye on the action inside. Owens collects Caldera from the mat and pulls him to his feet, this time folding up his leg and nailing him with a picture perfect knee breaker! Caldera yells out in pain and he holds his knee, and the champion’s eyes light up in realization of Caldera’s weakness. FJ- Ha! I knew it was only a matter of time before Owens went for the knee of Caldera! Ray Owens always does his homework, and Steven Caldera is about to go to school! HS- Caldera is a world-class technical wrestler himself, but Ray Owens is in control, and that’s not a good place to be when the world title is on the line! Owens takes Caldera by the leg and drops a sharp elbow over Caldera’s weakened left knee, causing Caldera to shout out again. Owens relishes in the screams and turns Caldera over, hoisting him high into the air and bringing his knee down directly onto the waiting steel chair below! The crowd oohs and boos at the champion as he continues his assault, jeering at Caldera as he frantically tries to stand. Caldera’s knee gives out on him as he tries to pull himself up the ropes, and Owens moves in with a stiff kick right to the leg. Caldera finally manages to roll out to the relative safety of the floor, but Owens steps out of the ring in pursuit. HS- Caldera’s out here in front of us now, but he can’t stand, he can’t walk, he can’t get away from the World’s champion! Owens finally catches up to Caldera and hoists him up, before whipping him right at the steel steps! Caldera hits the steps hard and flips right over them, his knees taking the brunt of the impact, before landing hard on his back on the unforgiving pads on the other side. Meanwhile, Louise has returned to the apron and has obtained yet another table, which she struggles to slide into the ring. Santini finally manages to get to his feet and rolls into the ring, still unaware of the action taking place on the outside. HS- Santini is finally back in the ring after that huge fall, and Louise is sliding another table into the ring! FJ- Where does she keep getting those? I guess it doesn’t matter as long as Caldera keeps going through them! Haha! Owens pulls Caldera back up and slides him into the ring, where Santini is waiting! Santini quickly drops down and covers Caldera, as a surprised Owens scrambles to break it up! …1 …2 …Owens dives in with an elbow to stop the count! HS- Whoa! And Dave Santini was one second away from becoming AWA Champion! Owens knew he had to stop that one, because there is no way Steven Caldera could have kicked out! Caldera is out cold! FJ- He’s still bleeding, even worse than before now! I don’t care what happens now, because Steven Caldera is NOT going to be world champion! Santini gets back to his feet and finds himself nose to nose with the champion. Owens fires a quick right hand, but Santini ducks it and slips behind Owens. Santini picks Owens up for a belly to back suplex, but Owens nimbly flips over and lands on his feet! Santini spins around, but Owens grabs hold and takes Santini down with a swinging neckbreaker! Louise continues causing trouble on the outside by rolling a fire extinguisher into the ring, followed by a kendo stick! HS- Someone needs to get Louise out of here! She keeps feeding these men weapons, and at this rate, they’re going to destroy each other! FJ- Hey, there are no disqualifications in this match! Everything’s legal! Owens spots the kendo stick lying near Caldera, and retrieves it from in front of Louise. Louise screams a few expletives in Owens’ direction, as Santini slowly begins getting to his feet. Owens rears back with the stick and connects with Santini’s skull, sending Santini stumbling into the ropes! Santini’s body goes flying over the top, trapping Santini’s head in a hangman in the ropes! Louise rushes to try to free Santini, but Owens is already on him. Owens rears back and connects with a huge shot to Santini’s unprotected skull, followed by another! Owens continues raining down shots on Santini’s head, finally busting Santini open! Owens finally rears back and nails Santini with one final shot, breaking the kendo stick in two and freeing Santini in the process! HS- GOOD GOD! Dave Santini got his neck caught in the ropes, and Ray Owens took the opportunity to split that kendo stick right over his head! And Dave Santini is now busted wide open! FJ- And the World Champion is in control! But hey, he needs to lay off Dave… Go cover Caldera! Owens seems to take Frank’s advice, and moves back to Caldera, who is still motionless on the mat. Owens pulls Caldera up, only to drop him right back down again with a side Russian legsweep! Owens drops for the cover! …1 …2 …Louise reaches in and pulls the official out of the ring before the three! Owens angrily gets to his feet and glares back at Louise, as Santini rolls back into the ring and Louise takes a position on the apron. Owens moves in at Louise, but Santini rises out from the mat with a low blow! Owens drops to a knee next to the bleeding Santini, as Louise continues to shout at Owens. However, Caldera has finally started moving, and has taken control of the fire extinguisher! Owens and Santini both painfully get to their feet, but Caldera is waiting, engulfing all three with a huge shot from the extinguisher! HS- Caldera! Caldera just shot Santini, Owens, and Louise with that fire extinguisher! And this crowd has come unglued! Louise is down on the floor! Santini and Owens are blinded! And here comes Steven Caldera! FJ- NO! Louise, do something! Owens stumbles around and comes face to face with a rejuvenated Caldera. Caldera hooks Owens up and tosses him high overhead with a huge belly to belly suplex, and the crowd explodes! Santini gets to his feet and charges Caldera with a clothesline, but Caldera hooks him in mid-stride and takes him over with a huge samba suplex, devastating a badly bleeding Santini! The crowd continues to cheer as Caldera moves back to a rising Owens, and hooks him again! This time Caldera picks Owens up from the side and plants him with a perfect backbreaker! Owens painfully rolls out of the ring, leaving Caldera alone with a writhing Santini. HS- Where is he getting this from? Where is Steven Caldera getting this energy from?! How is he still going after what he’s endured so far in this match? FJ- I don’t know, but someone needs to stop him! Caldera’s only one fall away from becoming AWA Champion! HS- But so is Santini! Caldera pulls Santini back to his feet, and whips him into the ropes. Santini bounces back, only to catch a huge flying back elbow from Caldera! Santini goes down hard, and Caldera jumps back to his feet, signaling for the end of the match! HS- And the end may be near for Dave Santini! This could be it! FJ- Wake up, Ray!!! Caldera pulls Santini up again, and hooks him for another Caldera Drop! But Santini rears back, pulling Caldera over into a northern lights suplex with a bridge! …1 …2 Kickout! Caldera quickly gets back to his feet, still favoring his knee a bit. Caldera pulls Santini back up and quickly shoots him off towards the ladder, still propped in the corner! Santini hits hard and bounces back in a daze, only to get a boot to the gut, followed by a quick Caldera Drop! The crowd explodes as Santini goes down, and Caldera remains hooked on for the cover! …1 …2 Ray Owens dives in to break the count! Owens nails Caldera in the back of the head with an elbow, narrowly saving his AWA title reign! Caldera painfully gets back to his feet and faces Owens, before nailing the champion with a boot to the gut, preparing him for a Caldera Drop of his own! The crowd erupts in anticipation, before a groggy Dave Santini dives in from behind with a chop block to Caldera! HS- OH NO! Chop block to Caldera! Caldera’s knee may be gone! FJ- Look at that! Caldera is screaming in pain! Dave Santini may have just put Caldera away for good! Santini remains on the mat, still dazed from the Caldera Drop. Owens slowly boots Santini out of the way, before picking up the pace, grabbing hold of Caldera, and slapping on the Sweeper! The crowd explodes with boos as they try to revive Caldera, who appears to be holding on for dear life! Caldera finally manages to reach out and grab hold of the bottom rope, but Owens keeps the hold on! HS- Caldera has the ropes! Break the hold, damnit! FJ- Hey, no DQ! He doesn’t have to break the hold for anything! HS- DAMNIT, you’re right! Owens wrenches back further on the Sweeper, as Caldera screams in pain. But Dave Santini is getting to his feet, and he’s got the Equalizer back in his possession! Dave moves in from behind and drives his nightstick directly into the small of Owens’ back, causing Owens to shout out in pain and break the hold on Caldera. Santini bears down on Owens with two more sharp shots with the Equalizer, before tossing his trusty weapon outside to where Louise is waiting. HS- Oh God, what a shot! And now Dave Santini is back in control of this match! How much more can these men take? Santini pulls Owens to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Owens bounces back, and Santini nails him with a big Rave Grave boot to the face! Owens goes down just as Caldera is tenderly pulling himself up. His knee buckles and he spins around, right into Santini… who twirls him over and nails a huge Ravin’ Driver! The crowd begins to boo intensely as Santini rolls over for the cover on Caldera! …1 …2 …Caldera narrowly manages to place a boot on the bottom rope, and the official stops the count! HS- My God, I thought that was it! Dave Santini almost because World Champion again! FJ- No Way! That should have been it! One thing’s for sure, Caldera didn’t have enough power left to kick out! HS- Not many people have ever kicked out of the Ravin’ Driver… Caldera couldn’t do it there! Santini angrily storms back to his feet, and spies the remaining table lying on the mat. Santini pulls it upright and extends the legs, setting it up neatly in the corner. Santini then walks to the opposite corner, where the ladder is still resting, and he opens it once more, standing it up near the ropes. Santini finally spots Owens pulling himself up in the turnbuckle to his left, and he charges the champion, launching himself into Owens with a huge running splash! Owens drops to a knee from the impact, and Santini delivers a cruel kick to the face. Caldera, however, has crawled towards the ladder, and begins climbing on his one good leg! HS- Dave Santini is in control here, but he doesn’t see Caldera climbing the ladder! Caldera is going up! FJ- Not a bright move! He’ll never make it up there on one leg! Santini continues nailing Owens with stiff kicks to the head and midsection, as the champion lies in pain in the corner. Santini finally pulls the table to the center of the ring, and pulls Owens up before rolling him on top. The crowd begins to buzz as Santini takes to the turnbuckle, glaring at the prone Owens the whole way! HS- Oh no, Santini’s going up! This could spell doom for Owens! FJ- We’re about to see Dave Santini become a two time AWA champion! Woo-hoo! Santini gets to the top, and measures Owens, before taking off with a huge leap! Santini connects with a huge splash, crumbling Owens through the table from the impact! The fans explode with boos as Santini covers! …1 …2 …Steven Caldera finally releases his hold on the ladder, flying fifteen feet down with a huge swan-dive elbow drop onto both Santini and Owens below!! The crowd explodes with another ‘Holy Shit!’ chant as all three men lie in the wreckage below, and the official frantically scrambles about the ring, checking on all three. HS- DID YOU SEE THAT?! Steven Caldera just risked life and limb to destroy Dave Santini and Ray Owens! There is no quit in this young man! FJ- How the hell did he do that!? That was incredible! Caldera painfully drapes an arm over Santini, desperately seeking an end to the match… …1 …2 …Santini kicks out!! The crowd explodes with shock as Santini, still bleeding badly, is somehow able to power out! Caldera, now favoring his knee more than ever, struggles to his feet, as his two opponents both begin to stir. Caldera slowly begins pulling himself towards the corner, as Santini and Owens both attempt to collect themselves. Louise, sensing trouble, decides to take things upon herself and slides into the ring. Louise drops the Equalizer next to Santini, and instead decides to grab a steel chair. Caldera manages to get to his feet, but receives a steel chair to the back from Louise! HS- Damnit! Someone get her out of there! The crowd boos, but Caldera is unaffected. Caldera snaps his head around, staring down a nervous Louise. Louise frantically begins searching for a way out, and she scrambles past Santini. Caldera gives chase, but Santini explodes out of nowhere with a huge shot to the face of Caldera with the Equalizer! Caldera goes down hard, and Santini covers! ...1 …2 …Owens dives in for the save! HS- My God, Caldera got flattened by Santini, but Owens was there once again to save his title! FJ- This is intense! Both Owens and Santini painfully get to their feet, leaving Caldera unconscious from yet another blow from the nightstick. Owens manages to snap off a quick right hand, staggering Santini. Santini fires back, causing Owens to stumble back a bit. Both men finally back into the ropes, charging each other at high speeds! Owens leaps over a running Santini, and both men hit the ropes once again! They move towards the center of the ring one more time, but it’s Owens that flies through the air with a huge clothesline, taking Santini off his feet! Santini is quick to get back to his feet, as Owens continues the assault. Santini backs right into Owens, who hooks Santini up and launches him high overhead with a HUGE release German suplex!! HS- MY GOD, Dave Santini is dead! Owens painfully begins crawling for Santini, and hooks a leg! …1 …2 …Louise pulls Owens off of Santini! Owens angrily begins to pull himself up, glaring at Louise the whole way. Louise nervously begins scrambling for the apron, but Owens grabs hold of her hair from behind before she can reach the floor! Owens turns her around in anger, but Santini reaches his feet from behind! Santini charges Owens, but the champion sidesteps him, and Santini collides with Louise, sending both over the top rope to the floor below, to a tremendous reaction from the frenzied crowd! HS- OH HELL YEAH! FJ- OH NO! Someone help Louise! Owens spins around, only to find Steven Caldera on his feet and in his face! Caldera rears back for his trademark big right hand, but Owens grabs Caldera by the leg and takes him down with a devastating dragonscrew legwhip! HS- OH NO! Ray Owens just destroyed the knee of Steven Caldera, and that could do it for Caldera’s title hopes! Santini and Louise are still out on the floor! Owens has a chance to take over once again! He’s going to the top rope! FJ- Get up, Dave! Owens reaches the top, but waits for Caldera to pull himself back up to his feet. Owens finally takes off with a huge missile dropkick, but Caldera leaps into the air with a dropkick of his own! Caldera slips himself into position in midair, coming back down with the Calderalock on Owens!! The crowd explodes with cheers as Owens screams out in pain, flailing his arms for the ropes that are just out of reach! HS- CALDERALOCK! IT’S OVER! Will Ray Owens Tap out!??! Owens stretches out for the ropes, but comes up short. Santini is slowly getting to his feet on the floor, but is too late. Ray Owens finally has no choice but to submit. The official leaps to his feet and calls for the bell, and the crowd jumps to its feet at once in a total frenzy! ‘My Ruin’ immediately cues up again as Caldera releases Owens and pulls himself to his knees, his eyes emotional and pained as he looks up at the crowd. FJ- NOOOOOO!!!!!! Announcer- Here is your winner… and NEWWWW American Wrestling Alliance Heavyweight Champion of the World… STEVEN CALDERA! HS- STEVEN CALDERA HAS DONE IT! Caldera has captured the AWA title at Wrestlefest! FJ- I don’t believe it! This is terrible! HS- Caldera has returned to the AWA and is going home with the gold! UNBELIEVABLE! Owens reaches down for his knee in pain as Caldera is handed the AWA title. Caldera, still obviously favoring his left knee, stands in victory, the title belt held high. Santini, hearing the sound of Caldera’s music, angrily slides into the ring just as Caldera is stepping out. Santini begins pounding his fists into the mat in rage as he sees Caldera leaving with the gold held high. HS- Take a good long look at that, Dave Santini! That young man overcame a career ending injury to return to the AWA and leave with the gold for the third time! What an incredible night! FJ- This is the worst thing I have ever seen! I can’t believe this! Santini angrily gets to his feet and takes hold of the equalizer once more. Owens, painfully trying to get to his feet, turns just in time to receive a huge shot to the knee from Santini’s nightstick! Santini begins hammering away at the injured knee of Owens with the nightstick, as the crowd boos in response. HS- HEY NOW! Get him out of there! Dave Santini is livid, and he’s taking it out on Ray Owens! Owens screams out in pain as Santini continues hammering away at his knee with the Equalizer. After a moment, Santini finally stops and turns, throwing the nightstick with all his might up the ramp at Caldera. But Caldera is well out of reach, still holding the title up for Santini to see. HS- Fans, we’re out of time! For Frank Jackson, I’m Herb Summers… Steven Caldera is the champion of the World! And this… HAS BEEN WRESTLEFEST! The AWA logo appears on the bottom of the screen, as Dave Santini and Steven Caldera remain locked in an incredibly intense stare, with Caldera still holding the AWA title for the third time……..
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