AWA CLASSIC 2003

August 31st, 2003, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, Maracanã Municipal Stadium

‘Since the beginning of time man has fought one another,

Be it for money, power or personal vendetta, they all have had a reason,

This time is no different as we have many men who are willing to fight…’

.....Shades of the past showing Lars Frederickson, Ray Owens, Punisher, Hangman, Weston Steel and Theoren Spencer all fighting it out in various, world title matches, their faces bloody, yet still fighting fist for fist against their opponents.....

‘Those who are willing to sacrifice it all’

.....Shades of past show that of Black Dragon falling off from the ladder via a Southern Comfort by Hangman in their world title match. Then another of Low and Mortis from Heaven to Hell, with Low flying right into the cage as he is electrocuted, and Mortis right off the top of the cage below. Then things go to that of Morticia in her last match, as you see her doing the fatal moon-sault, the result fading to black before seen......

‘Only to become the man. To become the woman. To become…champion…”

.....Various poses of the various world champions, both men and woman are shown. First the Mercenary, then the Excorcist, then Weston Steel, then Johnny Cool, then Crimson Dream, then Killspree, then Theoren Spencer, then Sabotage. It continues to show the faces of Jack Happy holding the gold, then Ray Owens, Lars Fredrickson, Steven Caldera, Vapor Adams, Mortis Valley, Hangman, Black Dragon, Drake Hyde, Dark Warrior, and finally Low. Then things pauses as you hear the words once again.....

‘To become champion…’

.....As then it shows all the woman champions, Ramona A. Stone, Morticia, Leena Hyde, Lethal Louise, and then Lustful Laura, all holding the gold, much like the men just a moment ago......

‘And that is what makes them….this is what makes us, ….that is what makes this…CLASSIC!’

.....Things then show the words ‘AWA CLASSIC’ as it spans out to ‘American Wrestling Alliance’. You then hear another voice speak up, “Tonight is a night of champions! Tonight is a night of legends! Tonight is a night of…Classic!`

.....Things begin to show images of the various men and woman who are competing tonight, as their matches are described.....

“First we have newcomers Brute and M-Tank meeting up for the first time. These two haven’t been here long, but their rivalry seems has heated up in new, and unforeseen ways. Then we have two former friends, two former partners, former champions, and former team mates, including this years team of the year, as Poppa faces F-Bomb! We then have a TV title shot, against three of the biggest up and comers in the AWA. All of them are already known, but ready to make themselves known more on route to their chance to win the television title, Ian Hensly, faces Evan Spire faces Animosity!”

“But that’s not all! Another match has been boiling for weeks, as former AI member Judgment, the same man who betrayed Adam Bawn and Bryan Peek, the same man, who turned on each and every one of his fans for the Blue Print, will now face one of the men he betrayed, Bryan Peek! Next, we have a woman’s title elimination match, as challengers Lady C, and Rebecca Starr try to defeat the most dominant lady in the woman’s division, Lustful Laura! But that title match is NOT ALL, as for the first time EVER, two titles will be up for grab, as Javex Valerius, Whisper, and The Fish, challenge each other for the Cruiserweight and Television titles in a triple threat ladder match!”

“The title defenses don’t stop there as Hardcore champion Death Angel will put his title on the line, in one of the most dangerous environment of all, Hell in a Cell, against two of the most dangerous opponents of all time, Aaron Matthewson and Jayson Price, in a triple threat, elimination match! But as dangerous as that, it may pale to the match between two men whose hatred for each other has been felt all over the summer, as Adam Bawn, will FINALLY be facing former world champion and legend, Dave Santini! “

“That’s not it though! Also on this card, an elimination match between the current, hot, tag team, Opposites Attract, former champions Never Punking Down, against two men who have dominated the tag team scene, one man, two men, who are both multiple time champions, and one of them, a former everything, with only the title he is going for now to make him a grand slam champion, Bad Blood’s Dark Warrior and C-Rock. That, coupled with former multiple champion Jack Happy and a mystery partner that he swears will shock the world, all will go at it for the AWA Tag Team titles!”

“But what is an AWA show without a main event? And there are two of them. The first, two man filled with hatred with each other, two men, would are willing to destroy each other, mentally, physically, emotionally and everything else. It will be former world champion, Mortis Valley, against AWA president Travis Gray, in a match determining the United States title, Mortis Valley’s freedom, and the complete and total ownership of the AWA!”

“And finally, what kind of Classic Card could there be without a Classic World title match? As part of the second half of the AWA main event, long timer, Snakebite will finally get his chance to shine, as he goes to face world champion Low for the AWA World Heavyweight championship. Will Snakebite finally realize his dream, his destiny of becoming AWA world champion? Or will Low finally complete his come back, by denying Snakebite his era, with the completion of Low’s second? No matter what happens in this match or any others, the final result will be….CLASSIC!”

Things then go to the arena as you see fans everywhere. Up, down, left, right, in every corner, in every angle, there are fans all cheering, letting out AWA chants, as you see them all holding various signs

HS: Welcome everybody to AWA Classic 2003 from Rio de Janeiro, Brazil! 96.863 people have packed the Maracanã
Municipal Stadium to watch the biggest show of the year!

FJ: Classic, as is the case every year, is shaping up to be an absolutely spectecular show, as there is a lot on the line tonight.

HS: The Fish and Whisper will continue their battle for the Cruiserweight title, but there are three added factors that were not there at King Of The Kage in July.

FJ: Since then, Fish has gained the TV title, and that will be on the line tonight as well. Factor number two is the involvement of Javex Valerius, who might just steal both titles from under Fish and Whisper's noses.

HS: And let's not forget that this particular match will be a double-title ladder match. Furthermore, Dave Santini will try to show young Adam Bawm the error of his ways in this long-building grudge match.

FJ: It will be a battle for everything the other man has. In Mortis Valley's case, that isn't much, except for his freedom and the United States title. Should Mortis Valley lose, he will become the personal assisstant to President Gray.

HS: Should Mortis win, however, he will gain ownership of the whole American Wrestling Alliance and President Gray will be history.

FJ: And speaking of history, Low will get the chance to continue writing history, as he is trying to become the first World Champion in AWA history to leave Classic with his title reign intact.

HS: Snakebite, on the other hand, wants to follow in the footsteps of previous World Champions from Elimination Enterprises, specifically Jack Happy, Crimson Dream, The Punisher, Sabotage and The Hangman.

FJ: And Classic is about ready to start!

(Suddenly, the lights dim and the sounds of marching fill the arena. The AWATron lights up with black and white scenes of soldiers parading about, interspersed with scenes of riots and violent protests. Also, the words CHAOS, MAYHEM, and DISORDER, flash intermittently. The sound of a two tone bassline and drumbeat slowly builds underneath the marching feet. As the crescendo reaches its peak, words fade in over the chaoticly switching scenes. )

ZEAL UNLEASHED

(The bass and drum cut out and the marching fades out with the image on the AWATron. )

HS: What the heck was that?

FJ: I don't know. What are your sources saying?

HS: Sources? What sources?

FJ: You know. You gotta have sources.

HS: I have a source of irritation and he's sitting right next to me.

FJ: Am I annoying you, Herb.

HS: Yes!

FJ: Good. Then I'm fulfilling my contractual obligation to President Gray to make you life a living hell.

HS: *under his breath* I should've known ... Anyway, this year we have a rather interesting way of starting off Classic.

FJ: Interesting doesn’t begin to explain it.

HS: You may be right, maybe strange is a better word, the opening match will be Brute versus M-Tank.

(The scene fades to a backstage area where we see Brute and Fish playing hacky sack, Brute is wearing his wrestling gear wich consists of a tie dye spandex style singlet that says Brute in the middle and black wrestling boots, Fish is still wearing street clothes, he has on a Huma Huma Trigger shirt, blue jeans and white converse Chuck Taylor’s. As they speak the hacky sack falls every so often, but they just pick it up with there feet.)

Fish: You ready.

Brute: I don’t know dude, tanks are pretty scary.

Fish: For the last time he isn’t half tank.

Brute: Really?

Fish: Um, yes, I’ve been telling you that since we met him in that bar.

Brute: Well, even if he isn’t a tank, he’s pretty big, and eats a lot of pizza.

Fish: That is a true statement, but it doesn’t matter, because tonight is our night, I’m walking out a double champion, and your
about to win your first match.

(Brute kicks the sack over his head then turns 180 degrees and kicks it back to Fish)

Brute: FULL MOON!

("I Can’t Wait" hits.)

Fish: Lets go.

Brute: I gotta do this on my own.

(Brute walks away.)

Fish (Screaming to Brute): You can do it!

(The scene cuts back to the arena and we see Brute walking, or more accurately dancing, down the aisle. He gets in the ring and does a pose in all four corners before St. Anger Hits and M-Tank makes his way down the aisle.)

HS: Look at that he’s eating pizza on his way down to the ring. I’ve never seen anything like this before.

FJ: Sure you have, remember just last week on X-Plosion when Brute came to the ring eating a chili dog?

HS: ……

(M-tank comes down to the ring to a little less of a reaction then what Brute got. Once in the ring Brute stares down M-Tank from across the ring, Brute looks confident but there is still a little look of fear in his eyes. The referee calls for the bell and the match is officially under way. Both men circle each other then M-Tank takes the initiative and locks up with Brute. M-Tank forces Brute back into the corner and the ref calls for a break, M-Tank breaks cleanly but as soon as they are apart Brute comes out with hard lefts and rights to the body and face of M-tank. After about ten punches have landed M-tank manages to hit a hip toss on the Brute, Brute bounces right back up though and spears M-Tank back into the corner, M-Tank falls down to his butt and the ref backs Brute up, Brute does a little dance as M-Tank regains his composure. Once M-Tank gets back to his feet Brute runs at him and goes for a body avalanche, M-tank is able to move and Brute bounces hard off the turn buckle and stumbles back, Brute is hit with a huge clothesline that takes him down hard. M-tank stays on Brute and hits a power bomb on Brute. M-Tank mounts Brute and starts hitting brute with big powerful punches. Brute is bust wide open, M-Tank picks Brute back up by the hair and hits a huge choke slam!)

HS: What power from the big man.

FJ: Which one, there both big and powerful.

(M-Tank stays on Brute and picks him back up to a vertical base. M-Tank picks Brute up for a suplex but Brute goes back down to his feet and hooks M-Tank around the waist. Brute steps 180 degrees and hits a over the head belly to belly that drops M-Tank right on the back of his head. Brute rushes over to the fallen M-Tank and tries to lock in the atomic ankle lock but M-Tank quickly gets to the bottom rope.)

HS: Good move by M-Tank, if Brute would have locked that in it would have been over for the Tank.

FJ: Hey why do you get to call M-Tank the Tank, I want to call M-Tank the Tank.

HS: No one is stopping you.

FJ: Okay then, look at the Tank know.

(Brute is clubbing M-Tank in the back of the head with some stiff forearms, M-Tank is in the rope so the ref is trying to break the hold, but Brute is relentless so M-Tank more or less falls to the out side to escape the brutal beating. With M-tank laying on the floor regrouping Brute grabs on to the top rope and signals to the crowd that he is going to go for a plancha. The crowd buzzes in anticipation of the big move.)

HS: Is he nuts? He’ll never make it.

FJ: Of course he’s nuts, he drove to Brazil.

(M-Tank is now on his feet facing the crowd, he turns and Brute takes to the air. Brute tries to launch himself over the top rope but both his feet get caught in the top rope and he falls awkwardly down on top of M-Tank.)

HS: Oh dear lord! Brute may have just hit the ugliest yet most effective plancha in the history of professional wrestling! 270 plus pounds of Brute just came down hard on M-Tank!

FJ: Brute has always been strong like moose, and he just proved that he is fast like cheetah!

HS: Did you just paraphrase a Brute quote from over a month ago?

FJ: Yes, yes I did.

(Both men are still out on the outside so the ref starts the ten count. 1…2…..3….4…5…..6……7 Brute is the first man in the ring and M-Tank follows close behind. Brute tries to whip M-Tank into the ropes but M-Tank reverses it and Brute goes into the ropes, Brute ducks a clothesline on the rebound and hits M-Tank with a big fist. Brute goes and turns M-Tank over, M-tank is visibly bleeding and Brute goes for a pin cover. 1….2….. M-Tank gets the should up. Brute hooks the leg and attempts the pin again. 1…..2….. M-Tank kicks out a gain.)

HS: Veteran maneuver there by Brute.

(Brute looks a little mad about not getting the three count, he pick M-Tank up by the hair and gets him up on his shoulders.)

HS: He could be going for the DLG!

(M-Tank slides off Brute shoulders and lands on his feet behind Brute, M-Tank pushes Brute into the ropes and Brute comes back with his back to M-Tank, M-Tank quickly hits the Incoming and covers Brute. 1……2………3 no! Brute got his should up at the last second. M-Tank hops back to his feet and stomps Brute a few times hard in the ribs and back. M-Tank then gets back on Brute and locks in the Tank Chain right in the middle of the ring.)

FJ: It’s over, Brute has no where to go.

(Brute is still in the middle of the ring and it’s already been at least ten seconds in the Tank Chain. Brute slowly starts to make his way towards the ropes, but he isn’t making much progress.)

HS: God Good, Brute isn’t human, how can he take this punishment.

(Brute is getting closer and moving faster and faster, you can see M-Tank shake his head no as Brute gets ever closer to that bottom rope, the fans are chanting Brutes name and clapping trying to help him reach that rope, Brute right hand is shaking furiously as he comes closer and closer to the break. Finally Brute drapes a now lifeless hand over the bottom rope and the fans love it.)

HS: Brute just lasted over a minute in the Tank Chain, UN-BELIEV-ABLE!

(M-Tank yells at the referee that Brute taped out but the ref disagrees, M-Tank is steaming, Brute has managed to limp to his feet and is standing against the ropes, M-Tank tries to hit a right but Brute blocks Brute fires back with three hard rights of his own and whips M-Tank into the ropes, M-Tank comes back and Brute hits Brutality on his opponent.

HS: That’s it, Brute has won the match.

FJ: I don’t know if that is enough, Tank is one tough amigo.

(Almost as if Brute had heard Frank he pick M-Tank back up and it looks like he is going to go for an inverted piledriver, he doesn’t though, instead he goes down to his knees and drops M-Tank head and almost face first down in a modified tombstone.)

HS: Oh my goodness, I’d be surprised if Brute didn’t break M-Tanks neck!

(With M-Tank knocked out and possibly injured Brute scales the top rope and hits the Jar Jar Binks on the prone M-Tank, he rolls into the cover. 1….2….3!)

HS: You can put an one in the Brute win column because Brute just won his first match ever here at Classic.

(As Brute celebrates his victory, the two tone bassline and drumbeats cuts off his music and quickly resolves into the beginning of 'New Skin' by Incubus. As it picks up, a figure walks out from backstage. He straightens the bowler on his head and adjusts his sunglasses as he walks down the ramp. Brute regards the smirking newcomer with curiosity. He rolls into the ring and looks Brute up and down. M-Tank has worked his way to his knees. The hat-wearing gentleman suddenly bounces off the ropes and sets M-Tank back down with a hard scissors kick. Then he ascends the turnbuckle and flies off with a hard fist drop to M-Tank's cranium. The interloper flicks his hand, kisses his knuckles, and extends the hand to Brute. Brute looks at the hand suspiciously, but starts to extend his own hand. The newcomer lashes out with a kick to the gut, grabs Brute's head and jumps up, and lands with a hard Stunner-type move that knocks Brute out.
The assailant rolls out of the ring and accepts a mic handed to him by a member of the stage crew. He surveys his handywork, shaking his head and clucking his tongue.)

NEWCOMER: "Chaos, Mayhem, Disorder ... and my work has only begun. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Brute, M-Tank. You may call me Zeal."

('New Skin' kicks back up as Zeal calmly climbs over the barricade and walks out through the crowd.)

HS: Well, what a surprising beginning to Classic. Obviously, Zeal wasn't that impressed with Brute and M-Tank.

(The camera cuts to the back where we see Low, World title belt over his shoulder, and Ramona A. Stone arriving at the arena. We then cut back to Herb and Frank.)

FJ: OUR World Champion has arrived!

HS: Well, enjoy it as long as you can, because tonight...

FJ: Yeah, whatever, Herb. Anyway, before we get on with everything, I’d like to make an announcement. Tonight, we’re going to experience something that’s going to rock the AWA, and perhaps the world, to its very foundations. I’ve only heard hints, but I’d like to share with you- what the??

(Zeal suddenly jumps over the barricade right next to Herb and starts to put on a headset.)

HS: What are you doing here?

ZEAL: You guys have good seats.

FJ: Hey, relax, Herb. This guy’s new here.

ZEAL: And glad to perform in front of all these people.

HS: Ummmm, okay. So, Zeal, why did you attack Brute and M-Tank.

ZEAL: Attack? Oh, yeah. I kinda messed those two up, didn’t I?

FJ: *laugh* Yeah, you sure did. Let me thank you for that.

HS: But why?

ZEAL: Because after every horrible event, most people have a tendency to bounce back and become better than they were before.

FJ: Huh?

HS: I don’t-

(Suddenly, feedback sounds over the speakers and then resolves into ‘My Goddess’ by the Exies. The crowd bursts into cheers as Evan Spire walks out from the back followed by his manager, Paul Forbes. Paul whispers some things into Evan’s ear before patting him on the back. Evan nods and runs down to the ring, slapping hands with the fans. He slides into the ring and gets up on the turnbuckle, pumping up the crowd. He casts a glance over at Zeal, who ignores him.)
FJ: I can’t believe the audacity of this punk. He waltzes in here like he owns the place and then steals L.J. Vacamas’s title as The Real Thing. When Vacamas gets back he’ll show him who the real, uh, Real Thing is!
HS: Maybe, but I think this kid is gold. The fans love him and he seems to have an unlimited source of energy. It’s only a matter of time before he hits his stride and moves up the ladder in the AWA. What do you think, Zeal?

(Zeal smacks Herb lightly on the end of his nose with the back of his hand.)

HS: Ow! What was that for?

ZEAL: Spire is a young arrogant smart ass with an old arrogant smart ass as his manager. Regardless of that, he does have some athletic ability. If he ever gets his head out of the clouds, he might just make it somewhere.

HS: But why did you just-

(Once again, Herb is cut off by Forever and a Day’s ‘Here Comes the Pain.’ The crowd boos loudly as Animosity steps out from behind the curtain, head shrouded by the black hood of his sleeveless shirt. His eyes focused completely on Evan Spire, Animosity stalks slowly down to the ring.)

FJ: Stop whining, Herb. Just gaze in awe of Animosity. He’s no longer the Icon. He is rage personified. He is the future of the AWA.

HS: I just want to know-

(Zeal tries to backhand Herb again, but Herb dodges the rookie’s lazy strike.)

HS: What’s your problem?

ZEAL: You dodged the second strike because you learned from the first strike, right?

HS: Well, uh, yeah.

ZEAL: Precisely what I’m talking about. In a small way, you’re smarter because I hit you before.

FJ: In a twisted way, it makes sense.

(Animosity has made it into the ring and pulls off his shirt, showing off his chiseled body. His face is twisted into an expression of pure hatred to Spire, who grins fearlessly at Animosity.)

HS: Animosity is scary. He has brains, brawn, and speed to make a lethal combination. I hate all that he stands for. I think that he’s a miserable excuse for a human being, but that doesn’t make him any easier to beat.

FJ: Would you rather that he smiled all the time like Spire.

HS: No, but why does he hate the rest of his fellow man so much?

ZEAL: *yawns*

(‘Inertiatic E.S.P.’ by the Mars Volta brings cheers to the crowd once again as Ian Hensley and Jesse van Buren step out from backstage. Ian hops on the balls of his feet a couple of times, feeling the energy of the crowd, before running down the aisle and sliding into the ring.)

HS: And here’s Ian Hensley! He’s a little strange, but no one can doubt the kid’s energy. You remember when he was here before, Frank?

FJ: I can’t remember what I had for breakfast this morning, Herb. You think I can remember some no name that was here a while back?

HS: Judging from the smell over here, it had to be a bean burrito.

FJ: Hey! Who do you think I am? Some sad, fat, old clown that doesn’t know when to quit?

HS: Frank! You have the wrapper right in front of you!

FJ: …

ZEAL: Ian Hensley doesn’t look like the type to give up, but he certainly lacks focus. Maybe if he stopped listening to the voices in his head so much, he might actually be a threat in this match.

HS: Who do you think is going to win?

ZEAL: Animosity. He’s quite narrow-minded on the subject. Ian is too scatterbrained and Evan lacks the necessary viciousness.

(Evan walks up to Ian Hensley, extending his hand for his customary handshake. Ian tilts his head to the side, puzzled, but shakes Evan’s hand, eliciting a pop from the crowd. Animosity decides to take advantage of this and runs in for a double clothesline. Evan and Ian see this in time and counter with a double vertical facebuster.)

ZEAL: *laughs* Not that narrow-mindedness doesn’t have it’s drawbacks.

(Ian and Evan get right back up. Ian tries to clothesline Evan, but Evan counters with a solo vertical facebuster. Hensley gets back up only to be met by a barrage of punches from Evan. A hanging vertical suplex puts Hensley back on the ground. Spire stands back up and spreads his arms to the crowd, which cheers in response. He turns around and is met by a hard dropkick to the chest from the recovered Animosity. Spire gets up, only to be hit by another dropkick. He gets up and receives a third. Hensley gets up and receives a dropkick of his own from Animosity. Hensley falls through the ropes and to the outside.
Animosity picks Spire up by the hair and rocks him with a hard right. Spire is whipped into the corner. Animosity charges, but Spire dodges and he hits the turnbuckle hard. Spire dropkicks him in the back of his head, sending him face-first into the turnbuckle. Evan rolls up Animosity, but only gets two. Spire gets up and is hit by a springboard flying side kick from Ian Hensley.)

FJ: Where did he come from?

ZEAL: Virginia; who’d have thought?

HS: Hensley’s showing that his unpredictability is a dangerous weapon.

(As Animosity gets to his knees, Hensley rushes over and locks in a front facelock, hooking one of his arms. Showing great strength, Ian picks him up and delivers a nasty piledriver, leaving Animosity prone on the mat. Ian springsboards off the middle rope and hits an Asai moonsault on his foe’s lower back. He rolls the bigger man over and goes for the pin. …1 …2 Animosity kicks out.)

HS: Close count by Hensley.

FJ: Why are Spire and Hensley ganging up on Animosity? It’s not fair.

ZEAL: Animosity made himself a target and wasn’t prepared for it.

(Hensley picks Animosity up and tries to whip him into the ropes, but Animosity suddenly keeps his ground and pulls Ian in for a short clothesline. He doesn’t release his grip on Ian’s arm, but pulls him up and into a spinebuster and the pin.)

HS: Wait a minute! Evan Spire’s on the top rope!

(As the referee’s hand goes down once, Evan leaps off and hits a senton bomb on Animosity and Hensley. Animosity clutches his back and rolls out of the ring. Spire pins Hensley. …1 …2 Hensley kicks out. Evan Spire locks in a dragon sleeper and brings them into a standing position. Then he turns it into a reverse DDT. He maintains the hold and stands back up. Then he lets the bottom drop out again. He repeats it a third time before folding Hensley up with a German suplex. He bridges for the pin …1 …2 Hensley kicks out. Jesse hits the mat, trying to motivate his superstar. Evan climbs the top turnbuckle as Hensley slowly gets to his feet. Ian suddenly lunges at Spire and hits him in the midsection with a jumping reverse kick. Spire is knocked off his perch and into an uncomfortable position. Hensley slowly climbs the ropes and executes a textbook superplex.)

HS: My God! That took a lot out of both men.

FJ: That fool!

ZEAL: Might as well risk everything if you’re trying to win.

(Both men struggle to their feet. Hensley makes it up first and rocks Evan with a punch. Evan heaves himself to his feet and retaliates with one of his own. They trade punches until Ian ducks one and kicks Evan in the gut and delivers an inverted DDT. Hensley picks Spire up and tries to whip him into the ropes, only to have it reversed. Spire goes for a roundhouse kick, but Ian ducks it, bounces off the ropes, and nails a mighty superkick. He picks Evan up and plants him with a belly to back suplex. Ian gets up with a wild look in his eyes, eliciting a cheer from the crowd. He climbs up the turnbuckle farthest from the motionless form of Spire.)

FJ: What’s that idiot doing? He can’t jump that far!

ZEAL: He’s obviously going to do something that’ll hurt him as much as it will Spire.

HS: He’s putting it all on the line for the match!

(Ian Hensley leaps from the top rope and nails Evan Spire with a flying elbow drop. The referee counts …1 …2 No! Evan Spire just got his shoulder up. Hensley gets up and looks at the referee, holding up three fingers, obviously upset. The referee shakes his head and holds up only two fingers. Ian turns around into the waiting fists of Animosity.)

HS: Animosity was laying in wait for Ian Hensley.

FJ: An opportunist! I like him!

ZEAL: Opportunist is just another word for capitalist. There’s nothing wrong with that.

FJ: I like this guy, Herb.

HS: You would.

(Meanwhile, the capitalist throws Hensley with a belly to belly suplex and drives an elbow into his chest. Animosity picks Hensley up and throws him into the corner, following it up with a hard shoulder tackle. Ian stumbles out of the corner and is picked up for a backbreaker. Ian arches his back in pain as Animosity ascends the turnbuckle. Slowly, Ian Hensley gets to his feet only to be leveled by Animosity’s flying clothesline. Animosity gets to his feet just as the smaller man painfully rolls to his knees. Animosity grabs him and hoists him up for a powerful sit-out powerbomb. He pushes Hensley’s limp form away from him and looks over at Evan Spire, who was using the ropes to get himself to his feet.)

HS: Animosity isn’t going for the pin. I think that he wants to cause more damage.

FJ: That’s because he knows that they’re no match for him. He’s going to make them suffer for their hubris. Now, he’s going to teach them the meaning of the word pain, of the word agony, of the word Animosity!

ZEAL: Hubris? You’re smarter than you look, Frank.

FJ: Thank you, Zeal.

ZL: Not smart enough to realize that’s not a complement, apparently.

HS: *stifles a laugh*

(Animosity grabs Evan Spire and connects with a reverse implant DDT. Evan rolls over, clutching the back of his head in pain. Animosity stomps on Spire repeatedly, aiming for his neck. Then he hoists him up into a suplex position. He removes the supporting hand and lets Spire hang there for a few moments, showing off his awesome power. The he drops him into a brainbuster. Animosity gets up and glares out at the crowd, who boo for him. A sadistic smile comes to his face as he turns to Evan Spire. He picks up Spire like a sack of potatoes and throws him over his shoulder. Then he delivers a hard gutbuster. Evan grips his midsection with a look of pain on his face. Animosity grabs Evan by his dark hair to “help” him up. Spire will have none of it as he nails the big man in the gut with several punches. But all that gets him is a kick to the gut and a DDT. Animosity shakes his head and picks Spire back up. This time Spire doesn’t struggle as he’s whipped into the ropes. Animosity gets a running start and goes to clothesline him, but Spire ducks. Both men bounce off opposite ropes. Animosity turns Spire inside out with a clothesline from Hell.)

FJ: Animosity has decimated both men in the ring! He’s a monster, no mercy, no holding back, no-

ZEAL: No kidding.

HS: It’s looking bad for Evan Spire and Ian Hensley. Both men look to be on dream street. Wait! What’s Animosity doing?

(Animosity rolls out of the ring and heads for Jesse van Buren. Jesse backpedals, moving away from the bigger man. He heads past Paul Forbes, who has taken up a seat next to the attractive female time keeper. Paul looks up as van Buren passes him, but pays the approaching Animosity no mind. Instead, he goes back to hitting on the younger woman, who appears to be fascinated by him. As Animosity passes he mouths the word “jackass” to the camera. Jesse appears to be standing his ground as Animosity rounds the ring post. Animosity goes to strike Jesse, but he ducks the big man’s blow and instead kicks out the back of his knee. The referee, checking on Evan Spire, fails to see this. Animosity grits his teeth in pain and anger and straightens up. He goes to turn to Jesse, but when he has his back to the ring, Hensley bounces off the opposite rope and dives through the ropes at full speed, Blindsiding Animosity –literally- in the lower back and driving him into the barricade. Unfortunately, Ian’s head hits the barricade, too, and both men seem to be knocked out. The referee sees all three men down and shakes his head at the carnage. He begins to count. ……1! ……2!)

HS: No way! Not a triple count out!

……3!

FJ: That idiot Hensley! He’s ruined the match!

……4!

ZEAL: Hey cool! You have one of those replay options. Let’s see that again.

(The screen suddenly splits, showing the referee reach five in the smaller box and Ian Hensley running and diving through the ropes, spearing Animosity in mid (……6!) air, and hitting his own head against the barricade.

……7! Evan Spire painfully gets to a crouching position using the ropes. The referee, looking out at the wreckage that was Animosity and Hensley, doesn’t see him.)

……8!

HS: Hey, ref! Spire’s up! Turn around!

(……9! Spire realizes that the referee is still counting and lunges at him, bumping into him just before he reaches ten. The referee turns around and pushes Spire, who holds up his hands innocently. Then he hops out of the ring and grabs Hensley by the hair. He suplexes Hensley on the floor. Spire gets up and notices that Animosity is back to his feet, using the barricade to get vertical. Spire punches him a few times before attempting to whip him into the steel steps. Animosity reverses and tries to send Spire into the steel, but Spire slides and stops before hitting the steps. Animosity runs in at Spire, but Evan counters with a vertical facebuster that lands Animosity right on the steel steps. Evan hops onto the barricade in front of Animosity and missle dropkicks him in the face. Spire rolls Animosity back into the ring and goes for the pin. …1 …2 Ian Hensley pulls Spire off Animosity and to the outside. Ian takes a swing at Evan, but Evan ducks and hits a modified rear naked choke drop. Evan rolls back into the ring and is met with right hands from Animosity. The big man goes to whip Spire into the ropes, but he reverses the Irish whip. As Animosity rebounds from the ropes, he’s met with a roundhouse kick to the chest. Animosity tries to get back to his feet quickly, but Evan gets behind him and hits a tiger suplex. He maintains the hold and hits another. Evan rolls and hits a third, bridging for the pin. …1 …2 …3 Wait! Animosity just kicked out as the referee’s hand was about to hit the ground!)

HS: Damn! Evan Spire almost had him!

FJ: That clearly shows the resiliency and the determination of Animosity.

ZEAL: Tsk tsk tsk.

(Evan Spire rolls onto his back and closes his eyes in frustration. Ian Hensley takes the opportunity to come down with a frog splash onto Evan Spire and go for the pin. …1 …2 Evan kicks out. Both men get to their feet. Ian punches Spire repeatedly and whips him into the ropes, catching him with a rolling wheel kick on the rebound. Evan gets back up and is caught by Ian in a belly to belly hold. Ian flips Evan over him and grabs his head for a fallaway neckbreaker. Evan grips his neck in pain. Hensley gets him to his feet and, seeing Animosity ascending the turnbuckles, whips Evan at the bigger man. Evan slams into the turnbuckle, sending Animosity into a compromising position. As Evan stumbles out of the corner, Hensley sends him head over heels with a hurricanrana. Hensley gets up onto the top turnbuckle with Animosity and hooks his head and leg. The he lifts and hits a nasty fisherman DDT from the top rope. Hensley gets up slowly and drags the bigger man farther away from the turnbuckle before hopping to the top again. He pauses for a moment to wave to the crowd, but that’s all Evan Spire needs. Spire hops up behind Hensley and locks in a rear waistlock. The he hits a release German suplex off the top rope, sending Hensley flying through the air. Hensley backflips from the force of Spire’s throw and ends up landing on Animosity as if he’d moonsaulted onto him. All three men lay stunned on the ground for a moment, but soon they begin to slowly make their way to their feet.)

HS: All three of these men have pulled out all the stops in this match.

FJ: I can’t believe they’re still alive. Especially Ian after hitting his head on the barricade.

ZEAL: I don’t think there’s anything up there to damage.

HS: Regardless, they’re putting it all on the line here at Classic. A win during the greatest spectacle of the AWA can only send one of these rookie’s careers into the stratosphere.

(Evan Spire is the first to his feet. He limps over to Animosity, who is on his knees. He begins to grab his head, but suddenly Animosity slides under Evan’s grip and shows him that it’s Time to Shine!)

FJ: Yes! It’s over! It’s over!

HS: Dammit! Animosity was playing possum!

ZEAL: Finally using his damn vaunted brain.

(For a moment, Animosity lays there as if he’d used the last of his energy to hit that move. Slowly, he turns Evan over and pins him. …1 …2 Hensley dives in, just in time. Ian backs Animosity into the corner with a series of punches, chops, and kicks. After a nasty jumping reverse kick to the chin, Animosity slumps in the corner. Hensley almost literally vibrates with energy as he pumps himself up. He turns around to run to the opposite corner, but Evan Spire is right behind him, grabs his head, and Disconnects him!)

FJ: Evan Spire just Disconnected Ian Hensley’s brain from the rest of his body.

ZEAL: Something tells me that it been that way for a while.

(Evan Spire goes for the pin. …1 …2 Animosity falls down on top of Evan and Hensley, disrupting the count. Animosity gets to his feet before Evan does and knees him in the gut and tosses him out of the ring. Animosity slowly climbs to the top of the rope and draws his thumb across his throat. Animosity flies off the top rope with a 450 splash onto Ian Hensley!)

HS: Oh my God! What a move by Animosity!

(The referee counts …1 …2 …3! He holds up Animosity’s limp arm and calls for the bell. It doesn’t ring, however, since the time keeper has all her attention on Paul Forbes. The referee yells at her and she looks up startled and rings the bell. ‘Here Comes the Pain’ blares over the sound system to accompany the boos from the crowd.)

FJ: Animosity held nothing back for Classic! Tonight will mark the beginning of the Age of Animosity!

ZEAL: We’ll see about that. Thank you, gentlemen, for your time tonight.

(Zeal gets up and removes the headset. He walks over to Evan Spire who is being attended to by Paul Forbes. Zeal rears back and kicks Spire in the face, knocking him back down, before rolling in the ring. The crowd boos the newcomer. Ian Hensley had been pulled out of the ring by Jesse, leaving Animosity in there alone. Animosity works his way to his feet. Zeal turns him around and locks in a mandible claw, turning the crowd’s boos into cheers and halting the music. He tightens the hold for a moment before kicking him in the stomach. As Animosity doubles over, Zeal maintains the mandible claw and grabs his head in the manner for a Stunner. He jumps up and completes the move with the mandible claw still intact. ‘New Skin’ by Incubus plays as Zeal gets back to his feet with blood on his hand. Animosity lays on the mat in pain, spitting a little blood from his mouth. Zeal rolls out of the ring, holding his wounded hand, smiling through the pain. He takes a towel from one of the ring crew and calmly climbs back over the barricade into the crowd.)

HS: He attacked Evan Spire.

FJ: And Animosity.

HS: What is Zeal up to?

FJ: Nothing. He didn’t finish the job with Animosity. He’s not going to be able to do anything except say a prayer before Animosity hunts him down and destroys him.

HS: That may be. But despite that attack, Animosity is still the victor tonight!

(We cut to a short commercial for the upcoming Best of EE DVD. We return and "Make Me Bad" by Korn starts blaring over the speaker system and there’s a HUGE heat from the crowd as Judgment walks out of the backstage area alongside the rest of the Blueprint squad. The crowd starts booing them all fairly hard but they pay no attention to that and keep their tracks towards the ring. Judgment slides in the ring as the rest of the Blueprint members stay outside.)

FJ What’s wrong with these people? Why are they booing the Blueprint… they MUST show some respect!

HS: I wonder why?

(As "Make Me Bad" fades, "Elite" by Deftones starts blasting through the P.A. system and the crowd jumps on their feet and start cheering and applauding as Adam Bawm is seen walking out. Right after him is Bryan Peek looking more focused than ever and staring at Judgment who’s in the ring waiting for him)

HS: Looks like Bryan Peek’s hatred for Judgment hasn’t cooled down one bit.

FJ: Didn’t he had enough on Shock? He almost killed the poor guy! What did he do to deserve this?

HS: Umm, judgment just hurt his cousin, tat all… nothing else.

FJ: Is that it? Come on!

(Then, after Bryan Peek comes out, Rico Marcetti and Dark Angel are seen walking through the curtains to the delight of the crowd. Bryan just walks straight towards the ring as Adam slaps fan’s hands and hugs with one of them holding a sign that reads ‘’Adam Bawm for Brazilian Presidency’’. Rico and Selena just look on. Bryan suddenly slides in the ring and gets it on with Judgment before the referee officially starts the match up.)

HS: They’re already going at it and none of them want to waste time!

FJ: Yeah, like this advantage is going to do Peek any good.

(Judgment and Bryan trade rights and lefts and eventually Bryan takes the advantage over a hurt Judgment and the bell rings after the referee’s order.)

FJ: They should cancel this match! Judgment is not a hundred percent from last Sunday!

HS: Yeah, whatever.

(Bryan send Judgment springing towards the ropes and receives him with a running clothesline. Outside, A.I. stands next to one side of the ring as the Blueprint members stand on the opposite side. Bryan pulls Judgment up by the mask and starts kicking him in the stomach. Judgment finally takes a little boost and nails Bryan with a vicious clothesline sending his head pounding against the canvas.)

HS: Oh, what power!

FJ: You know better than to just say that. You know how Judgment is.. he’s a monster and that’s why the Blueprint wanted him on their side.

(Judgment grabs a hold on Bryan’s left leg and starts pounding on it with his foot.)

HS: Uh oh… I’ll have to admit Judgment has a good strategy for this match. Work on the leg so Bryan can be weakened and unable to defend himself later on in the match.

FJ: Good thing you admit it yourself. It’s an awesome strategy!

(Bawm starts pounding on the mat giving Bryan moral strength but Judgment has total control of the match right now. Judgment applies a Figure Four Leg Lock on Bryan and he’s screaming in pain. You can see a huge smile on C-Rock’s face as Bryan screams in pain. Adam turns towards the crowd and starts clapping his hands in the air to taunt the crowd. The Brazilian crowd starts clapping their hands together and chanting ‘’BRYAN-PEEK. BRYAN-PEEK’’ all in unison. Bryan starts fighting back but his leg is hurting somewhat.)

HS: The referee is checking on Bryan to see if he’s giving up…

FJ: He gave up! I’ve seen it!

HS: You and who else? Besides… Bryan Peek is fighting back! Judgment can’t believe it!

(Bryan starts reversing the hold on Judgment little by little and he makes it! Bryan Peek reverses the lock on Judgment and now Judgment is the one screaming in pain! The referee checks on Judgment when suddenly, C-Rock slides in the ring and kicks Bryan across the leg making Bryan let go of the hold.)

HS: Oh no, this is going to turn ugly now.

FJ: Look! It’s Dave Santini! Our beloved commissioner is standing over there at the top of the ramp!

HS: Oh no. I don’t think he’s going to interfere anyway. He knows he has a match against Bawm in just a little bit.

(Then, Adam Bawm slides in the ring and starts trading punches with C-Rock. Then, Dark Warrior gets inside too and so does Rico Marcetti. Dark Warrior and Marcetti starts trading punches but Warrior gets the advantage and tosses Marcetti outside the ring over the top rope and the crowd start booing at him. Poppa, who’s outside, runs towards Marcetti and starts kicking him in the gut. Dark Warrior grabs Adam from behind and applies a reverse DDT on him. C-Rock and Judgment start double teaming on Bryan Peek as Adam and Dark Warrior take it to the outside.)

HS: This already got ugly. It’s a war out here!

FJ: And guess who’s taking the match? Do you still think A.I. has chance against the Blueprint?

(C-Rock puts Bryan in a Power bomb position lifts him up and Judgment grabs him from his shoulder and WHAM! Bryan’s back slams really hard against the canvas and the crowd starts booing once again. Meanwhile, outside, Selena heads to the announcer’s table and grabs a steel chair!)

FJ: Damn, she’s fine! Just look at her face, her body, her…!

HS: Hey, his fiancé is out here just a few feet from us and you’re looking at her like nothing happened?

FJ: Hey, a guy has his rights to…

HS: Selena is sliding in the ring with the chair! What’s she going to do?

(Selena aims at C-Rock’s head but he realizes at the last second and grabs the chair from Selena. He smiles at her and swings the chair but Selena sidesteps him and gives him around house kick to C-Rock’s face making him fall back and the chair hit him in the head! Selena walks up to Judgment and OH! Sweet Chin Music to Judgment’s jaw and Judgment falls back like a ton of bricks.)

HS: Looks like her job is done. She’s leaving the ring and heads towards her fiancé who has the advantage over Poppa.

FJ: Is she his bodyguard or something? She’s not helping out at all!

HS: Selena only helps Rico out when she feels he’s in the need of help.

(Back in the ring, all three men are down and Bryan is the first one to get to his feet. Bryan hasn’t seen the chair yet and C-Rock’s holding his head in pain. Bryan walks towards Judgment and starting pounding on him. Bryan picks Judgment up and he’s about to go for the Peek Culture and the crowd goes nuts! Bryan picks Judgment up but C-Rock breaks the sequence and kicks Bryan in the back then applies the Equalizer!)

FJ: It’s the Equalizer! C-Rock just hit the Equalizer on Bryan Peek! I love it!

(C-Rock pulls Judgment up and sets him on top of Bryan and the ref drops on the mat for the count: 1...2…3…no! Bryan kicked out at the last second! And C-Rock gets frustrated. C-Rock grabs the chair, raises it to hit Bryan but what!? An unknown person jumps out of the crowd and slides in the ring and starts hammering on C-Rock to the delight of the Brazilian crowd while Judgment has no idea what’s going on behind him.)

FJ: Who’s that? He can’t do that! A fanatic! SECURITY!

HS: I know I’ve seen him somewhere before but I have no idea where…

(Judgment pulls Bryan up by the hair and sends him springing towards the ropes, tries a clothesline but Bryan sidesteps him and nails him with a nasty kick to the chin but they both lay on the mat motionless. The crowd is going crazy as the new guy sends C-Rock flying over the top rope with a catapult. The guy slowly walks towards Judgment, pulls him up grabbing him from the top of the mask and literally drags him towards one of the corners. With his back towards the turnbuckle, he picks up Judgment over his left shoulder with so ease... The crowd can’t believe it!)

HS: What power! I can’t believe he picked up Judgment like that.

FJ: He’s interfering in the match… he can’t do that!

HS: YOU can’t! He’s already doing it.

(The crowd looks in awe as the guy climbs the bottom turnbuckle, then the second one. He tries to get Bryan’s attention but Bryan is barely moving. Outside, Poppa tosses Marcetti towards the guardrail nailing him in the back pretty nasty.)

FJ: That’s going to leave a mark.

HS: What is it with you? The crowd isn’t enjoying what they’re seeing outsid… OH MY GOD! Dark Angel just nailed Poppa with a vicious round house kick to the skull!

FJ: No! That’s not fair, he wasn’t paying attention!

(Selena checks on Rico whose twisting in pain on the concrete floor. Back in the ring, the new guy wasted time on what he was going to do and C-Rock, who’s standing on the ring apron, nails him with a closed fist in the back of the head. The guy drops Judgment and turns around to start nailing C-Rock in the torso with vicious punches. C-Rock drops down and the guy heads towards Bryan, helps him up and Bryan, without realizing who it is, pushes him off of him and throws a punch. The guy ducks it and holds Bryan by the wrists shaking him back and forth and the guy starts yelling at him…)

GUY: Look at me, Bryan. It’s me! Andy!

(Bryan looks at him in shock and then hugs him really hard and let’s go real quick.)

HS: Looks as if he’s seen a ghost. Bryan Peek came back to life!

(Bryan points towards Judgment and Andy nods with his head. They start double teaming on Judgment while Dark Warrior has the advantage on Bawm outside.)

FJ: What is Bawm doing out here anyway? He’s got a match against Santini in just a little bit! Besides he doesn’t have the right to interfere in a match this big.

HS: Technically he DOES have the right, just like the Blueprint. He’s helping his partner out… wait; I have information on the man who’s in the ring with Bryan… he’s… oh!

(Andy powerbombs Judgment onto the mat making the ring shake. Then, Bryan stands in the middle of the ring as Andy does the same thing before dropping Judgment. Picks him up over his left shoulder and climbs the two turnbuckles facing towards the ring. Andy looks dead towards the crowd and signals he’s going to do something. The crowd approves whatever he’s going to do and OH! He hits a Dominator off the second rope and the ring shakes under them as Judgment’s body hits the canvas!)

HS: That’s the x-ecution! That’s the x-ecution!

FJ: How do you know all this?

(The crowd starts a ‘Holy Shit’ chant as Bryan slowly walks towards Judgment and makes the while Andy looks out for anyone who wants to interfere. The crowd counts along with the referee: 1… 2… 3! Rico Marcetti, Selena Kwon and Bawm quickly slide in the ring under the bottom rope as the referee raises Bryan’s hand high in the air and the crowd goes crazy!)

HS: Bryan Peek did it thanks to the help of this Andy guy!

FJ: That’s not fair! Judgment had the match until he showed up.

(Bryan turns towards Andy and gives him a big, strong hug as the other A.I. members look in confusion while they look to see if any Blueprint members try to get in the ring. Dave Santini is seen standing at the top of the ramp with a very pissed off face as ‘Elite’ by Deftones starts blasting over the P.A. system. The crowd is going crazy chanting ‘A.I.’ at all times. Finally, all 4 Blueprint members, except for Judgment, start clearing the ringside area and start going back towards the back but stop next to Santini who’s looking dead at Adam Bawm inside the ring.)

FJ: No, that’s not fair! Santini’s the commissioner! They can’t do that to him!

HS: What are you talking about! They had the right to do it. Santini called it a no DQ match and that’s what he got. Judgment is lying in the middle of the ring unconscious and the crowd loves it.

FJ: Peek’s asking for a mic… what does he want now?

(As Bryan gets the mic, Elite by Deftones starts fading slowly. Bryan raises the mic to his mouth and his tiredness is obviously seen. He has his arm around Andy’s back at all times.)

BRYAN PEEK: Hey Dave… don’t be so mad cause your plan didn’t work, after all, it was a no DQ match, right? Let me assure you that this stable war is far from over, trust me. Whatever your plan is, whatever you think is going to make us give up, we’ll figure it out and mess it all up… Davey, take a look around you. These Brazilians are A.I. followers and what you just witnessed in here, is just a little taste of what’s going down in the next few months!

(The crowd cheers loudly and A.I. gets a huge pop.)

PEEK: You know who this is? Have you ever seen him before, Dave?

(The camera shows an angle of Santini’s face looking dead at them and cursing under his breath. The angle switches back to Bryan Peek)

PEEK: Are you sure? You never saw him walking around the AWA offices? He’s my younger brother, Andy Peek!

HS: I knew it! I had information over here that it was him!

FJ: What? Are you crazy? When did he join the AWA!

HS: I don’t know but the crowd loves every minute of it.

(Adam walks up to Andy and gives him a friendly hug while Marcetti just shakes his hand in approval. Bryan can’t hide the big smile in his face as well as Andy.)

PEEK: Didn’t you just see how he handled Judgment in here? I’m sure the crowd did!

(Bryan points towards the crowd as they undoubtedly cheer A.I. on. The camera shows Judgment lying in the middle of the ring as A.I. celebrates Bryan’s victory. Bawm takes off his A.I. shirt and gives it to Andy Peek. He takes it, shows it to the sold out crowd and puts it on. Hands the mic to Adam who looks to be wanting to say something to Rio de Janeiro. Adam takes the mic and raises to his mouth...)

ADAM BAWM: "Hey, Santini. Don't look so surprised up there. Who did you expect, L.J. Vacamas? Listen here, Davey Boy, what the Peek's did here to Judgement is only a drop in the hat to what I'm going to put you through tonight, right here, live, in front of the thousands of Brazilian ADAMANIACS!"

(Bawm spins around with his arms wide, showcasing the crowd who cheer him on)

BAWM: "Don't you miss that, Dave? There was once a time where people cheered you on too. It was great, wasn't it? But that's in the past. And it seems to me that you'll never hear another cheer for as long as you live, Santini. It's too late for you. And tonight, I'm going to prove to the world the validity of that statement. NUFF SAID!"

(As the crowd erupts in cheers, Adam hands the mic back to Bryan. Bryan quickly raises the mic towards his mouth and looks towards the Blueprint members standing on the ramp…)

PEEK: Guys, keep this in mind… to live no more, is to live again!

(Then, Elite by Deftones starts blasting again as the A.I. members congratulate and welcome their newest members. The shot shows the Bluerprint members yelling at Annihilation Inc inside the ring. Dave Santini is about to walk down the ramp but C-Rock and Poppa stop him. Dave curses at them pointing at them at all times while in the ring, they all stand over a fallen Judgment)

HS: This is just what happened a couple of weeks ago when Judgment betrayed Bryan Peek in the number one contendership match for the Tag Team titles.

FJ: Well, this is not a pretty sight.

HS: What are you saying? YOU’RE not a pretty sight. This is just what the Blueprint did when Judgment busted Bryan Peek’s head open with the crutch and then they welcomed him into the Blueprint. As they say, payback’s a biatch!

FJ: Can you say that on TV? He said that ‘b’ word on TV!

(The camera cuts to the back where Snakebite is doing sit-ups to warm up for his World title match tonight, as Nadia looks on.

We cut back to the ring where Rebecca Starr is already in the ring looking towards the entrance ramp awaiting her opponents.)

HS: Rebecca Starr is already in the ring, and here comes the other challenger.

(“Wanksta,” by 50 Cent begins to play and Lady C and Tim “The Giant” come out from the back. The crowd begins to cheer as the two make their way down the aisle towards the ring.)

FJ: I think the Rio de Janeiro crowd is firmly behind Lady C tonight.

HS: But what kind of influence will Tim “The Giant” play in this match-up?

FJ: I don’t know. NPD has been riding the straight and narrow lately, so I don’t think he’ll interfere at all. I’m surprised he’s even out here with the big match-up he has later on tonight.

HS: Lady C says NPD will be IMPREGNABLE after tonight. Can you spell impregnable Frank?

FJ: Uhhhh . . .

(Tim “The Giant” helps Lady C into the ring and Rebecca Starr and her glare at each other as “Wanksta,” is cut off by “Vivrant Thing,” by Q-Tip. Rebecca Starr and Lady C look to the entrance way as Lusftul Laura appears and begins to walk down the aisle. The Rio de Janeiro crowd erupts at the reigning AWA Women’s Champion.)

HS: Lustful Laura has been the AWA Women’s Champion since April, and she actually beat that woman, Rebecca Starr, for the vacant title. Is tonight her last night as champion?

(She takes her time getting to the ring and then gets up on the apron. She allows the referee to hold the ropes open for her. She slips into the ring and takes off the Women’s Title and hands it to the referee. He then shows it to the two challengers and holds it up in the air. Suddenly, "I Am With Name" begins to play and Ramona A. Stone walks out from the curtain to the loud boos of the fans with a microphone in her hand.)

RAMONA: Well, well, well, if those aren't the three bitches of the dead division? Listen up, girls, because this is the Queen Bitch talking to you. I know for a fact that Rebecca Starr has no chance of winning this travesty. And pretty much the same goes for Lady C. How many chances will you need to take that title off of that worthless, brainless bimbo, huh?

Anyway, while I'm sure I know the outcome already, you never know what can happen in the AWA. So whoever wins this match, Ramona A. Stone challenges you to a title match next Sunday night on Shock.

(Ramona drops the microphone and heads to the back again. As she does this, Lustful Laura sprints across the ring and delivers a Lariat clothesline to Rebecca Starr.)

FJ: Oh my God! What a powerful clothesline from such a small girl. Well, I guess she’s not that small in some areas.

HS: Focus on the match Frank!

FJ: But they’re women. Beautiful women.

(The referee motions for the bell to start the match. Lady C grabs Lustful Laura’s hair and pulls her down to the mat. Laura lets out a shriek before hitting the mat hard. Lady C doesn’t let go of her hair and pulls her up and throws her down to the mat by hair again. Rebecca Starr gets up and backhands Lady C. Rebecca Starr grabs her and throws her into the ring ropes. Lady C comes back with a dropkick, which sends Rebecca Starr to the outside of the ring. Lady C gets up off the mat from her dropkick and is met by some knife edge chops by Lustful Laura. Lady C backs up with each knife edge chop. Lady C backs all the way into the corner of the ring and Laura begins to punch away at Lady C Road Dogg style, but before she lands the last punch, she blows Lady C a kiss. Lady C collapses in the corner of the ring. Laura begins to stomp on Lady C. Rebecca Starr slips back into the ring underneath the ring ropes.)

HS: Rebecca Starr has snuck up behind Laura.

(Rebecca Starr grabs Laura’s hair from behind and plants her down with an inverted DDT.)

FJ: Everyone’s grabbing Laura’s hair. They must be jealous of her blonde hair!

(Rebecca Starr begins to slap Lustful Laura, but is interrupted by Lady C, who pulls her off Lustful Laura and takes her down to the mat with a bulldog. Laura is fighting to get up after the inverted DDT as Lady C delivers a belly-to-belly suplex to Rebecca Starr. She then begins to stomp Rebecca. Lustful Laura gets up and joins Lady C in stomping the downed Starr. Laura stops stomping with Lady C and clotheslines her. Lady C doesn’t fall, she only backs into the ring ropes, so Laura clotheslines her again, this time over the top rope. Lady C takes a bad fall onto the arena floor. Laura picks up Rebecca Star and lands a jawbreaker.)

HS: Ohhh, you know what she’s setting up!

FJ: Hollywood’s Falling Star!!

(Rebecca Star grabs her jaw and creeps into the arms of Lustful Laura who then lands the Hollywood’s Falling Star. The crowd erupts as Laura makes the cover. 1! . . . 2! . . . 3!)

HS: And Rebecca Starr has been eliminated from this match, but remember the winner is the last lady standing. Lady C and Laura are the only two left now.

(Tim “The Giant” is attending to Lady C who has finally got up off the arena floor. Laura takes in the crowd’s adulation as Tim “The Giant” tells Lady C to get back into the ring. Lady C looks back into the ring just as Laura has nailed a baseball slide to her. Lady C, hit from the impact of Laura’s baseball slide, crashes into the ring barricade. Laura uses the ring ropes to pull herself up and remains in the ring. She then gets up on the top rope.)

HS: What is she planning?

(Laura puts her hands on her head and does the Valbowski shake with her body. The crowd cheers loudly.)

HS: She’s just playing to the crowd.

FJ: Oh no she’s not!

(Laura leaps off the top rope and lands a perfect Money Shot onto Lady C on the arena floor. Lustful Laura grabs her ribs as Lady C turns over in agony.)

HS: Oh my God!!

FJ: Crazy!

(Lustful Laura grabs on the ring apron to pull herself up and slides underneath the ring ropes into the ring. Tim “The Giant” helps Lady C up, but she doubles over and falls onto the arena floor again. Laura uses the ring ropes to stand up inside the ring, but when she sees Lady C still on the arena floor, she drops down and rolls to the outside. She picks Lady C up and throws her into the ring underneath the ring ropes. She then follows her into the ring. Lustful Laura covers Lady C.)

HS: 1! . . . 2! . . . 3 . . . No!! Lady C got her shoulder up at the last second!

(Lustful Laura picks Lady C up by her hair and delivers a snap suplex. She holds onto her and stands up and delivers another snap suplex. Laura picks her up one last time and delivers another snap suplex. She springs over Lady C on the last snap suplex and covers her. 1! . . . 2! . . . Lady C kicked out. Laura picks her up by her hair again and hits the jawbreaker. Lady C falls to the mat.)

FJ: She may have put too much on that jawbreaker!

(Laura goes to pick Lady C up, but Lady C rolls her up into a small package. 1! . . . 2! . . . Laura kicked out at the last second. Laura gets up immediately and Lady C staggers up and Laura nails the Hollywood’s Falling Star. The crowd erupts. She then covers Lady C. 1! . . . 2! . . . 3!)

HS: Lustful Laura pulled out all the stops and retained the AWA Women’s Title!! What a match!! Is she unstoppable or what?! Who is going to uncrown her?

FJ: Hallo? Didn't you see Ramona just challenging the winner of this match?

HS: Yeah, and I'd rather...

FJ: Shut up, I don't care.

(A commercial plays hyping next months pay-per-view, AWA Last Man Standing 2003. We return and “Big Poppa,” by Notorious B.I.G. begins to play and the camera moves to the aisle.)

FJ: Oooh! I’ve been looking forward to this match all week! The match was added at Sunday Night Shock one week ago, but the intensity between these two men apparently has been building for months.

HS: Yeah, no one expected when Poppa returned that he would have it out for his former tag team partner F-Bomb, but he’s not too happy with him. Notorious is no more, but how does this affect the entire Blueprint. C-Rock has been more than silent on the issue, so it should be interesting to see how things work out.

(Poppa walks out onto the aisle to loud boos wearing dark blue basketball shorts, white basketball shorts, and a sleeveless maroon T-shirt that reads, “Poppa” on the front and, “Epitome of Physical Fitness,” on the back in white letters. Poppa grew out his hair and it’s bleach-blonde and short again. He’s wearing earrings as well. He begins to make his way down to the ring. He takes off his sleeveless T-shirt and throws it into the crowd. A fan balls it up and throws it back at Poppa. It lands on his right pectoral and slides off. Poppa stops walking and stares the fan down. He turns to face the fan and simply holds his arms out to the side, as if to say, “Bring it!” The fan eats it up and acts like he goings to jump the railing. Poppa puts his left hand up to backhand the fan, but instead shakes his head and turns back to the ring. He slides into the ring underneath the ring ropes and begins to hit the ropes, running back and forth in the ring.)

FJ: Poppa looks impressive! I think he may of put on some more muscle during his leave of absence.

HS: Poppa’s neck was broken by all of the members of NPD, and has made a speedy recovery. We didn’t expect to see Poppa back in the ring until around Wrestlefest!

FJ: And I don’t think F-Bomb did either!

(“Big Poppa,” is cut off by the chords of the White Stripes’ “Seven Nation Army,” as the camera moves back to the entrance way. F-Bomb comes out from the back with Tiffany to a pretty good amount of cheers from the crowd.)

HS: Well, I guess we know who the fans are behind.

(F-Bomb is wearing dark denim jeans, a sleeveless white T-shirt, and Timberland boots, while Tiffany is wearing sparkling baby blue tight, low-cut in the back pants, and a matching top. The two stop and F-Bomb pulls a microphone from his back pocket. “Seven Nation Army,” stops playing.)

F-BOMB: Before I step into the ring with my former tag team partner, I want to take this time to dedicate this match to my girlfriend Tiffany. Here on the biggest night of the AWA, at the biggest event of the year, I’d like to beat that monster for the girl I truly love. Shortly after joining the AWA, me and Poppa hit a losing streak and I was pinned night after night, but this girl turned it all around and took me and Poppa to the AWA Tag Team Titles in no time. Poppa, you didn’t carry Notorious! Tiffany did, and you never wanted to admit that, but tonight I’m going to make you admit it! You’re upset because me and Tiffany won the tag titles without you. Well, we could have done it the first time without you too! Poppa, you’re nothing but a muscle-headed freak! You’re nothing but a . . .

(F-Bomb throws down the microphone and charges the ring because Poppa slide to the outside and began running up the entrance ramp towards. The crowd cheers as the two men meet each other. F-Bomb throws a right and the big man falls back. F-Bomb lands another and another. He hits one more on him and Poppa backs into the ring. F-Bomb grabs Poppa by the head and runs him into the ring post, driving his head into the ring post. Poppa slides down the ring post and F-Bomb walks around the ring towards the timekeeper. He demands for him to get up and grabs the chair he was sitting on. He folds it up and returns to where Poppa is lying. He swings back and attempts to hit Poppa in the head with steel chair as Poppa rests his head against the ring post. Poppa moves his head slightly and the chair nails the ring post!)

HS: He would have decapitated him! No love lost between these two! Where did all these hatred stem from?

FJ: Have you not been paying attention? Poppa carried Notorious and he wants to prove that here tonight.

HS: Well, right now F-Bomb is making a stake to that claim!

(F-Bomb drops the steel chair on the arena floor and then grabs Poppa’s head. He then drops down and DDTs him onto the steel chair. The fans erupt. F-Bomb then straddles Poppa and begins to punch him on the head. F-Bomb gets up and holds his arms up to the crowd and they cheer him on. F-Bomb then returns to Poppa, but Poppa kicks him off and gets up. Poppa grabs him and bodyslams him onto the arena floor. The referee pleads with Poppa to put F-Bomb into the ring and start the match, but Poppa refuses. The referee stresses him some more and Poppa reaches back and nails him with a huge right. The referee falls to the arena floor. Poppa picks F-Bomb up and chokeslams him onto the floor. He then pulls up the protective padding on the arena floor and chucks it to the side.)

HS: What is he planning here?

FJ: This can’t be good!

(Poppa picks F-Bomb up and props him up on his shoulder.)

HS: He’s going for the Big Up!

(Tiffany takes off her high heel and runs at Poppa. Poppa drops F-Bomb to the ground before Tiffany can hit him. Poppa grabs Tiffany by the hair and cocks his right fist back. He holds it there as Tiffany shrieks.)

HS: He wouldn’t . . . here comes C-Rock!!

(C-Rock hits the entrance ramp and sprints down to ringside. Poppa lets go of Tiffany and she runs to C-Rock. Poppa pays no attention to the two and picks F-Bomb up. He then picks F-Bomb up again and puts him up on his shoulders once again, tempting a Big Up onto the bare concrete, arena floor. C-Rock walks over to Poppa and demands him to put F-Bomb down. Poppa smiles and shakes his head no. C-Rock grabs F-Bomb’s leg and tries to take him down off of Poppa’s shoulders, but Poppa won’t let him go. C-Rock and Tiffany plead with Poppa and he finally slides F-Bomb off of his shoulders. F-Bomb stands next to Poppa and all four are standing in front of each other. Then suddenly, C-Rock kicks F-Bomb in the gut and throws his head in between his legs. The crowd erupts in boos. He hooks F-Bomb’s arms and nails The Regulator onto the exposed arena floor. Poppa smiles and even Tiffany smiles as well. Poppa and Tiffany hug each other as the fans continue to boo.)

FJ: What in the world? C-Rock AND Tiffany have turned their back on F-Bomb!!

HS: What a shock!

(C-Rock picks F-Bomb up and throws him into the ring. Poppa slides in after him and C-Rock motions for the back.)

HS: Whose he waving for? Well, here comes a referee!

(A referee sprints from the back and slides into the ring. The referee motions for the bell to start the match and the bell rings.)

HS: What kind of referee would start the match now?

FJ: That’s no ordinary referee! That’s President Gray’s nephew! Remember from Springs and Breaks! He’s doing The Blueprint a favor!

(Poppa picks F-Bomb up and props him up on his shoulders. This time he doesn’t hesitate one bit and lands the Big Up in the center of the ring. Poppa arrogantly lays on his back on top of F-Bomb and holds his arms out as Robert Gray II begins to make the count. 1! . . . 2! . . . 3!)

FJ: That may be the quickest match in AWA Classic history!

HS: What a travesty!

FJ: And I don’t think they are done!

(C-Rock slides in the ring with a steel chair and Poppa picks F-Bomb up. Tiffany steps into the ring. Poppa holds F-Bomb from behind and C-Rock nails F-Bomb in the skull with the steel chair. Poppa still holds him and blood begins to trickle down his forehead. Poppa turns F-Bomb around and hits another Big Up on him. C-Rock drops the steel chair on the ground as Poppa wraps F-Bomb into a camel clutch. Tiffany gets into the face of F-Bomb and blows a kiss and then she slaps him. C-Rock punches him repeatedly before Poppa lets him collapse to the mat. Poppa picks him up and puts him over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes. He then steps through the ring ropes with F-Bomb on his shoulder and drops down to the arena floor. He drops F-Bomb onto the arena floor and then walks towards the ring steps.)

HS: Uhhh . . . what’s he doing?

(Poppa separates the ring steps and places the bottom half in front of the fallen F-Bomb. He then picks F-Bomb up and throws his head in between his legs. He then picks him up and holds him up in the air.)

FJ: No!!!

HS: He’s going to kill him! Cougar Bomb! Cougar Bomb!!

(Poppa powerbombs F-Bomb onto the ringsteps but places him just so his upper back and neck hits the ringsteps. F-Bomb lays motionless halfway on the steps, halfway off as the fans look on in silence. They begin to boo as Poppa, Tiffany, and C-Rock walk up the entrance ramp. EMT’s rush down the entrance ramp past the threesome and attend to F-Bomb.)

HS: This is not good!

FJ: Well, he said that he was going to be cashing checks and breaking necks, and I think he may have just done the latter to F-Bomb!

(Backstage we see President Gray at his desk, looking nervous and making a phone call via his cell phone. We then cut back to Herb and Frank.)

HS: Well ladies and gentlemen it is now time for our Hardcore Title match, and it is to be contested within the confides of perhaps the most hellacious structure the wrestling world has ever seen, Hell In A Cell.

FJ: Yeah, some one is going to get hurt, I like it!!!

HS: Well Folks were about ready to kick this thing off.

(The Cell is slowly Lowered from a giant Crane outside the arena, it is being lowered into place. The crane sets the cell down and the ring crew begins to reinforce, they finish up and make their way to the back "Somewhere I Belong" Hit's the speakers and Aaron Mathewson steps through the curtain to a large response from the capacity crowd. He makes his way down the aisle and steps into the Cell, and then into the ring, he goes to his corner and stares up the aisle with a look of intensity in his eyes. Aaron's music cuts out and a few seconds of silence falls over the arena before "What' This Life For" Hits and Jayson Price steps out from behind the curtain to a large pop from the crowd, he also has a look of intensity on his face as he makes
his way to the ring. He steps into the cage and looks around at his surroundings and a smirk comes across his face. He climbs into the ring and stares at Mathewson who intern stares right back. The two men stand eyes locked momentarily untill "The thing that should not be" begins to play and Death Angel steps from behind the curtain and stands in the aisle as the crowd explodes into a barage of boo's, Death Angel taunts them a bit and then makes his way down the aisle. He enters the cage and then slides into the ring and looks around at the other two men, The ref takes the belt from Death Angel and holds it up for all to see, he then takes it to the outside and locks the cage and the bell rings.)

HS: Well here we go, I must warn you folks if you are at all squeamish you may want to change the channel, because you are sure to see things that would turn even the strongest stomach.

FJ: Yeah, I cant wait, Ha Ha Someone is gonna get hurt, Hell In A Cell is great.

HS: If you wanna see someone get hurt so bad why don't you go down there and get in the ring?

FJ: Well... Nah

(The three men just stand there momentarily trading glances until Price begins to charge Death Angel. Angel goes for a big boot but Price ducks and goes right underneath, then turns and catches him with a hard left hand to the chin, followed by a right and then another left. Angel stumbles back a step and Price goes to swing again but is blindsided by a violent Clothesline courtesy of Mathewson. Angel then Reaches out and Grabs Mathewson by the back of the head and raises his knee into his stomach and then pounds him with a double Ax-Handle dropping him to the ground. He then turns and Picks Up Price and whips him into the ropes and follows him in with a clothesline sending him to Outside Pinning him between the Cell and the ring ropes. Death Angel then turns back to Mathewson, but as he does he is caught with a big boot. Mathewson then grabs Death Angel by the head and lifts him back to his feet and delivers a hanging Vertical Suplex. As Mathewson gets to his feet he sees Price getting back into the ring, as soon as he steps back in he is met with a hard left hand from Mathewson. Mathewson then grabs him and nails a power bomb and then another and finally a third, after the third Aaron hangs on to go for a pin 1....2... No Price kicks out. Mathewson Again lifts Price to his feet and hooks him and raises him up for a hanging Verticle Suplex. As he gets Price up Death Angel nails Mathewson with a spear as Mathewson is hit he drops price who land awkwardly, Death Angel Then climbs to his feet and looks at the down and hurt Mathewson. He then climbs to the top rope and leaps dropping his knee right into the face of Mathewson. Death Angel rolls way and climbs back to his feet, and makes his way over to the still downed Jayson Price. Angel Picks him up and tosses him to the turnbuckle, and then follows him in and begins to choke him out. The choke continues for about ten seconds, Death Angel then releases the hold and lifts Price high in the air with both hands around his throat, he tosses him against the cage back first. Price falls to the mat and rolls back toward the centre of the ring. Death Angel turns around and begins to make his way back over to Aaron Mathewson, who is just now starting to get back up. Angel grabs him by the head but as he does Mathewson hit's a low blow. Death Angel doubles over and Mathewson takes advantage hitting him with a hard Double Ax-Handle between the shoulder blades sending him to the mat. Mathewson then climbs to the top rope and comes off with a big Leg drop to the back of the neck of Death Angels Neck. Mathewson then pulls himself up and makes his way over to Price who is still downed. Mathewson grabs Price by the head and delivers a Bulldog. Mathewson then rolls Price to his back and covers. 1....2... Kick out.)

HS: My God How did Price manage to kick out there, he has had his ass kicked and he still has the heart to kick out. Any normal man would have been done long ago.

FJ: Well if he were smart he would just let himself get pinned, before the real hell breaks loose.

HS: Do you honestly think Price would do that, this title means a lot to him, there is no way he is going out unless he is either dead or close to it.

FJ: Well Death may not be far off.

(Matthewson has lifted Price back to his feet and has him in a claw hold, he lifts him up for the southern Comfort Slam, but as he gets him up Death Angel comes charging at them and puts his shoulder right into the back of Mathewson Sending him and Price into the cage, with Death Angel still holding around Mathewson's Waist the force of them all hitting the cell at once causes the side to peel apart from the steel frame and the three men spill out to the floor. They all lay there momentarily and the ref just kind of looks on not sure what to do, then Death Angel begins to stir, followed shortly there after by Price, Mathewson had nothing to brace his fall and hit the hardest. Angel Gets to his feet and grabs a hold of Price by the back of the head and walks him over to the side of the cell and begins to grind his face across the steel fencing. This busts Price wide open Angel then grabs Price and gives him a Choke slam on the floor. He turns back to Mathewson and grabs a hold of him and lifts him to his feet and then hits him with a hard left hand, that knocks him down again. He again lifts him and gain knocks him down. Angel then Grabs the Downed Mathewson by the throat and lifts him to his feet and then keeps on going and lifts him high into the air and drops him hard on his back with a choke slam on the steel ramp. Angel then looks around and a sinister grin comes over his face, he begins to walk around the cage stepping over the still down and out Price, he makes his way to the other side of the ring and grabs a chair and begins to make his way back around to his downed opponents. As he gets there he lifts Price to his feet and leans him against the cell. Angel then swings at Price, who ducks and rolls to the side, Angel turns to Price and raises the chair above his head, and goes to swing at Price again, this time Price jumps and hit's the Chair with a drop kick sending back into the face of Angel. Death Angel falls backward and Price follows it up with another dropkick that knock Death Angel to his back. Price climbs on the downed Death Angel and holds his fist up as if to swing. He does not swing however but
stops and looks around and a smile comes over his face. He reaches down and pulls a small Chain from his tights. He wraps it around his fist and then begins to pound the chain into the Head of Death Angel, after about three shots the blood begins to flow from Death Angels forehead. Price then holds the chain on his forehead and begins to grind it into the already badly
bloody wound. Price is screaming at Death Angel, who is trying to push Price off. Price does not see Mathewson who has now reached his feet and has the chair that Death Angel brought over and he slams it into the back of Price's head. The sound of the steel hitting Price can be heard through out the arena.)

HS: My god, he damn near took Prices Head off. This is getting bad folks, but as bad as it is now it is only gong to get worse.

FJ: We can only hope. More Blood, More Blood

(Mathewson looks down at the bloody Angel who is laying on the ground, he then takes the chair and holds it under his right arm and drops it onto the chest of Death Angel. Mathewson then gets up and again drops onto Angel with the chair. Mathewson again climbs to his feet and begins to stalk toward Price, he grabs a hold of him and whips him hard back first into the Cell, Price cringes as his back hit's the Steel. Mathewson then charges at Price, but Price drops down grabs the front of Mathewsons tights and pulls him into the cage. Mathewson falls and rolls over, then back. He is now bloody as well. By this time Death Angel is just getting back to his feet as Price as coming back around to meet him Price swings at Death Angel but misses and is spun around and pushed into the barrier surrounding the ringside area. Price begins to fall backward and Angel grabs him and drops him with a falling reverse DDT. Angel then lifts Price to his feet and begins to drag him up the entrance ramp. Once at the top Angel whips Price into one of the supports holding the big screen. Angel lifts him to his feet and tosses him down the ramp. Price rolls almost all the way to the bottom and is met there by Mathewson. Mathewson HIt's a belly to belly on Price and follows it up with a couple of hard punches. The Death Angel grabs Mathewson by the head and lifts him up and nails him with a sleeping neck breaker. Angel then grabs Price and lifts him to his feet and sets him on the barrier. Angel
then proceeds to peel up the mat on the outside of the ring. Angel then climbs up onto the barrier and Hooks Price for the Callings Of the Cataclysmic. He lifts him up and drops from the barrier to the concrete floor.)

HS: My god, My god, Price may not ever get up from that. And Look at Death Angel he thinks its funny he is laughing for christ sake.

FJ: Well you said it you may have to kill him to beat him, and that would be his killing right there.

(Death Angel then grabs Price and drags him back into the cell and into the ring. He lays on top of him and covers. 1...2...3!!!!! Price is Eliminated. Death Angel begins to laugh but stops suddenly as he hears Mathewson yelling at him from outside the cage. Angel Jumps to his feet and glares at Mathewson. Mathewson begins to climb the cell and Death Angel climbs out of
the ring and begins to climb after him. Mathewson reaches the top of the cell followed shortly after by Death Angel. Mathewson hits Angel with a left and then a right, Angel fires back with a right then a left, the men trade a few more shots and Death Angel gets a slight advantage. And drops Mathewson with a right hand. He then reaches into his tights and pulls out a long thin black pipe. He waits for Mathewson to get up and as he does Angel drops him again with the steel rod. Angel then climbs onto Mathewson and begins to smash the rod into his bloody forehead. Angel then climbs to his feet and looks out into the capacity crowd who are now screaming with excitement. Angel grabs Mathewson and lifts him to his feet, he then holds Mathewson with one hand and makes the Cut Throat Sign with his other. He then begins to press Mathewson over his head.)

HS: NO, Don't do it, he is gonna try the Calling of the Cataclysmic on top of the cell, this will kill him. Oh god

FJ: Do it, He is trying to take your belt. Do it!!!

HS: Your sick Jackson, No one deserves what is about to happen.

FJ: Oh stop being such a sissy Summers, this is gonna be great.

(Angel press Mathewson over his head, but just before he is about to drop him Mathewson slips down and lands on his feet. Angel turns around, and is caught with a left hook and a right the another left and another right. Mathewson then hooks Angel and gives him a Russian Leg sweep. But with the weight of the men the Cage roof gives way, and both men fall through it and
drops hard on their backs into the ring. Niether man is moving even slightly and the ref looks on at the two unmoving men.)

HS: Oh god, get some help out here, damnit get the EMT's these guys could be seriously hurt

FJ: Well yo had to expect his, both of these men would have done anything to win this match.

HS Well it does not look like either man is gonna be a winner tonight.

(Then as the Medical men are rushing to ring side both men begin to stir. Angel pulls himself over to the ropes and slowly begins to pull himself up, as does Mathewson on the opposite side, the men now on their feet begin to approach each other and as they get within range Angel swings but misses, then Mathewson whips him to the ropes and goes for a clohesline, but he
takes a clothesline at the same time, and once again both men are down and not moving. Mathewson on his stomach and Angel on his back. Mathewson slides slightly to his left and drapes his arm over Angel. The ref counts 1...2....3!!!!!!)

HS: My God, Matthewson has pulled it out, he is the new Hardcore champion, but I don't know if he even realizes it yet, and if he does I don't think he has any celebrating in his future.

FJ: What a match, look at the carnage, blood covering both men, and the ring. The cell is torn apart and both men are down and not moving. This is great.

HS: Well folks Aaron Matthewson has pinned Death Angel and become the New AWA Hardcore Champion, and he has done so in one of the most violent matches in AWA History, this will be one that is not forgotten for years to come.

(The EMT's begin to work on the two men and both are assisted out, both walk, but need help. A short video package recapping the feud of Whisper and The Fish, and then later Javex Valerius, starts playing. The package ends with a still shot of Javex, Whisper, Fish, the Cruiserweight and TV title belts and a ladder before we cut back to the stadium.)

(B.O.B. by Outkast hits the speakers. The crowd gives mixed reactions to the former Cruiserweight champion, Javex Valerius. He walks slowly and uncertainly to the ring.)

HS: Wow! I’m surprised he actually showed up tonight. He’s been so quiet lately.

FJ: That’s his strategy, Herb. He psyches out his opponents by making them think he’s… he’s…

HS: Dead?

FJ: Exactly!

(Javex climbs through the Classic ropes. He looks up above him at the two hooks, separated by about 4 feet. On one hook, the Television Title hangs, shining in brilliance. The other hook bares the Cruiserweight Championship, the straps of which are wrapped in velvet. Javex looks to one of the two ladders laid out on the floor. The lights begin to flash various colors. A strange white lighting effect bathes the arena, making everything look underwater. Javex turns towards the expertly assembled Classic entryway. “Trendy” by Reel Big Fish begins to ring out in the arena. The crowd cheers wildly for the oncoming Fish. Two concussions explode with water on the stage, wetting some of the crowd closer to the ramp, causing them to cheer even longer. After a moment of delay, The Fish steps out of the back, pumping the crowd up with spins and arm raises. The crowd eats it up, cheering every overdramatic superhero pose the Fish throws at them. The Fish points bravely to the ring and dashes down the ramp, slapping fans hands in the process. He slides into the ring and rolls to his feet. Javex backs into one corner. The Fish looks at Javex before going back to piming the crowd for this Pay Per View performance.)

HS: These fans love the Fish he’s so great!

FJ: Oh come on, Herb. We know they only cheer Fish because they hate Whisper!

HS: No, they boo Whisper because they love the Fish!

FJ: No, they cheer-

(Frank stops as the lights go out. Blue flames ignite all the way down the entrance ramp. The flames are low, only 10 inches tall. The arena is also washed in an eerie blue light. A woman’s voice hauntingly chants throughout the arena the opening to Evanescence’s “Lies”. The percussion starts to hit and grow, slowly drowning the chanting. Suddenly the skip in the music hits and the rock portion of the song kicks in… a man’s voice sings…

Bound at every limb by my shackles of fear
Sealed with lies through so many tears
Lost from within, pursuing the end
I fight for the chance to be lied to again

Whisper steps through the entryway. He wears his signature white leather pants and his white hooded sweater. The hood is up over his head which is bowed slightly forward. He steps onto the top of the ramp and pulls back his hood. He looks around at the booing crowd. A few guys near the ramp cheer the rather original entrance. As Amy Lee begins to sing her part, Whisper begins to walk, to the beat, towards the ring.

You will never be strong enough
You will never be good enough
You were never conceived in love
You will not rise above

Whisper reaches the ring and climbs onto the apron. He watches The Fish and Javex as he climbs through the ropes. The music starts to fade, the fire goes down, and the lights return to normal. All three men stand in a triangle. Whisper looks up at the Cruiserweight title. He mouths a few words that look like “I’m coming, don’t worry.” The bell rings and the referee leaves the ring. All three men stand there waiting for another to make a move. The crowd begins to chant “Fish! Fish! Fish! Fish! Fish!” Finally, The Fish and Whisper lock up. The push each other back and forth. Finally, Whisper wins the tie and snapmares Fish over to the mat, and drops a dropkick to the back of his neck. Whisper quickly gets to his feet, only to receive a running neckbreaker from Javex. Javex quickly recovers and turns to catch a dropkick from Fish, sending him to the mat. The Fish rolls around to his feet. The crowd cheers wildly. The Fish moves to Whisper and lifts him off the match. Whisper throws Fish’s arms away and begins laying in punches. One punch… Two punches… Three punches… Whisper drives Fish back to the ropes and whips him across the ring. Fish comes flying back with a huge reverse elbows. Whisper falls back to the mat, recovering right into the arms of The Fish. The Fish hip-tosses Whisper over. Javex is up and springboards off the second rope as The Fish turns around. The Fish catches Javex across the chest in a huge moonsaulting crossbody block!)

HS: What an exchange! Any one of these men has what it takes to win!

FJ: Except The Fish.

HS: You’re hopeless.

FJ: So is he! Ha!

(Javex gets to his feet, only to be grabbed around the waist. Whisper cries out as he lifts Javex overhead for a massive German suplex! Javex hits the mat and clutches his head. Whisper gets up and starts to stomp Javex. The Fish is up and runs at Whisper. An unsuspecting Whisper is spun wildly from the reverse headscissors-takeover by The Fish! The crowd cheers. A seemingly surprised Whisper quickly recovers. The Fish runs from behind Whisper again and tries for a second reverse headscissors. He hops onto Whisper’s shoulders. Whisper grabs the ropes for balance. The Fish hangs upside-down on Whisper’s back for a moment. Finally he pulls up onto his shoulders and begins pounding down on the head of Whisper. Whisper takes a hit… another… another… Finally, Whisper drops The Fish face-first into the turnbuckle!)

FJ: Electric Chair onto the turnbuckle! What a move! Go Whisper!

HS: He doesn’t like you, you know?

FJ: Sure he does… GO WHISPER!

HS: No, he doesn’t. He doesn’t like anybody.

(Whisper slowly recovers. Javex takes the chance to lock up Whisper in a capture suplex, sending him over. Javex rolls out of the ring on one side. Whisper rolls out on the other. Whisper reaches under the ring and pulls out a table. Javex moves an official and takes a chair. The Fish rolls out on Javex’s side. Whisper sets up a table. Javex charges Fish with the chair.)

HS: Look out Fish!!

(The Fish looks alert and ducks the first chair shot. Javex goes for second shot, only to meet the feet of Fish, dropkicking the chair into his face! The Fish recovers and gives the thumbs up to Herb Summers. Herb Summers returns the gesture.)

FJ: He HEARD you!?

HS: Apparently.

(The Fish lifts up Javex. Javex charges forward, ramming the back of Fish into the announcer’s table. Frank and Herb quickly move. Javex rolls Fish onto the table. He climbs up and lifts Fish up. Fish swats away the arms of Javex and starts punching him. A tunned Javex takes another punch… and another… and another… Fish kicks Javex in the gut. Javex leans forward. Fish sets Javex up…)

HS: Deep Sea Driver ti- wait, MY TABLE!!

FJ: Look at Whisper!

(The camera pans back showing Whisper in the ring with a chair. Javex lifts Fish over in a backtoss, sending him into the clutter around the time keeper. Whisper bounces off the far ropes and springboards off the near side. He holds the chair to his chest and flips backwards towards Javex. Javex dives off the table. Whisper lets the chair go. It clatters onto the announcers table, and Whisper hits face first onto the announcers table. He stumbles backwards, dazed, then falls face-first onto the floor.)

HS: Whisper tried for an amazing Shooting Star Sacrifice but missed both men! My God!

(The fans start a cheer of “Holy Shit!” Javex recovers first. The chants turn to cheers as Javex finally brings a ladder into the equation. He slides the ladder into the ring and puts it under the Cruiserweight belt. He starts to climb. Fish recovers and climbs the apron. Javex climbs the ladder… climbing… climbing… The Fish grabs the top rope and springboards over. Javex tries to move, but to no avail. The Fish grabs the head of Javex, spins, and tornado DDTs him off the ladder! The fans erupt into cheers! Fish starts climbing the ladder. He gets a few steps up and looks at the title, then down at Javex. When he looks down at Javex, the fans cheer. The Fish looks around at the fans, shrugs and flies off the ladder with a shooting star legdrop!)

HS: Flyin’ Fish!

FJ: Flyin’ Fish! … Heh… If this were a normal match, it might be all over. What a putz.

HS: He’s entertaining the fans.

FJ: Whisper wouldn’t do that. He wants to win, not entertain these people!

(On the outside, Whisper has recovered. He slides the other ladder into the ring and follows it. The Fish rolls off of Javex. He stands up and moves towards Whisper. Whisper sees him coming and ducks low, lifting Fish onto his shoulders. He flips Fish off his shoulders to one side, dropping Fish’s neck across his knee.)

HS: Feedback by Whisper!

FJ: Fish food. Heh Heh.

(Whisper sets up the ladder and stomps at Fish a couple of times as he recovers. Fish climbs to his feet with the aid of the ropes. Whisper runs up three steps on the ladder and corkscrews backwards, landing a Whisper in the Wind on Fish, which sends him over the top rope, and knocks over Whisper’s ladder. Whisper sees the other ladder and stops dead. His head jerks up towards the Cruiserweight belt. An evil smile crosses his face. He nods. Whisper starts moving towards the Cruiserweight belt ladder. He climbs… climbs… climbs… Javex has made it to his feet and is climbing the other side. Javex punches over the ladder, nailing Whisper. Whisper sends his own right hand back across at Javex. Javex sends another right at Whisper. Whisper stumbles a bit, but holds on. Javex grabs the top of the ladder and flips forward for an overhead neckbreaker!)

HS/FJ: Oh my…

(Whisper sees the move coming. He ducks in close to the ladder, then pushes Javex as he goes by. Javex flies 15 feet down through the tableWhisper had set up earlier!)

HS/FJ: GOD!!!

(The crowd once again starts their chants of “Holy Shit”. The Fish is back in the ring. Whisper climbs up and reaches the top rung. The Fish charges forward and crashes into the ladder. The ladder starts to tip. Whisper, as a last recourse, flips backwards. Cameras flash all over the arena as Whisper is caught corkscrew moonsaulting all the way to the floor… right onto Javex! The crowd explodes into cheers and chants of Holy Shit. The ladder leans against the top rope. Surprisingly, Whisper starts to climb to his feet, holding his chest. The Fish, seeing this, springboards off the ladder to the outside and hits a hurricanrana on Whisper! The crowd cheers and starts “Fish” chants. The Fish, as if powered by the chants makes it to his feet. As if using all of his power to do so, he points at the ring, eliciting a huge cheer from the crowd. Again using overdramatic motions, he points to the belts. The crowd cheers again. The Fish confidently strides towards the ring, stumbling a bit in pain. He rolls into the ring and sets up a ladder under the TV title. Whisper starts to stir. The Fish finishes the ladder setup and starts to climb. Whisper rolls into the ring. Javex starts to stir.)

FJ: Come on Whisper!

HS: Come on Fish!

Fan behind the announcers: Go Javex!!

(The Fish gets to the second to last rung. Whisper climbs up behind him and grabs his waist for a Silencer! Fish holds tight to the ladder, causing Whisper to jump by himself, and Whisper lands back first n the mat. Javex rolls into the ring and Fish cmibs the last rung and reaches for the belt. Javex gets to his feet and in a burst of energy nails Gloria Por Dolor!!! … On the ladder! The ladder closes from the impact and falls over. The Fish jumps and grabs the hook.)

FJ: The Fish is hanging from the hook!

(Herb Summers starts laughing hysterically.)

FJ: What? What’s so funny? I don’t get it!!

(The Fish dangles from the hook like a… well, like a fish that’s hooked itself… Damn that’s confusing. Anyways, Javex falls to his knees after the kick. Whisper is to his feet, jumping to no avail at the hanging Fish. Whisper rolls out of the ring and grabs the chair. The Fish struggles to unhook the belt while keeping his grip. Whisper rolls back in and swings the chair.The Fish lifts his feet, cautiously avoiding the chair. Whisper swings again, but again Fish pulls his feet up. Whisper opens the chair and jumps up. He grabs the Fish’s legs. The Fish lets out a “GASP!” and tries to shake Whisper off. Javex gets under Whisper. The Fish finally shakes Whisper loose and Whisper falls onto the shoulders of Javex. Javex grabs the chair, folds it and hands it up to Whisper. In one motion Whisper grabs the chair and swings it upwards, nailing Fish right across the face. Fish gets a goofy sort of look in his eyes and falls off the hook, bouncing around on the mat as he lands. Herb Summers is still giggling as he speaks.)

HS: The Fish… hehe… falls off the hook.

FJ: What’s your problem.

HS: He didn’t… catch… the title this time!

(Whisper swings the chair down and nails Javex. Javex leans over. Whisper slides off and opens the chair. He turns around, hooks Javex in a half nelson, and facebusters him onto the open chair! The Fish rolls out of the ring, shaking his head. Whisper rolls outside and grabs another chair, you know, the one that doesn’t have Javex’s face implanted on it. Whisper starts setting up a ladder. The Fish climbs the apron. Whisper climbs the ladder with the chair. The Fish climbs the turnbuckle. Whisper turns around and lifts the chair above his head. The Fish, looking surpised, 450 flips away from Whisper, making Javex his target. Whisper jumps off the ladders and tries to dropkick the chair into The Fish, but missed, sending the chair to the outside… almost into the audience!)

HS: He missed…

FJ: …everything. Damn.

(Whisper crashes to the mat and rolls to the outside. The Fish starts to recover. Javex is out cold. Whisper angrily lifts the apron and starts messing with the side of the ring. Whisper reaches under layers of ring construction and pulls out one of the several 2 x 6’s that make up the ring. He pulls it out so about 3 feet of it are exposed. The Fish climbs the turnbuckle near Whisper. Whisper gets onto the apron and shakes the ropes. The Fish falls, minnows first, onto the turnbuckle. Whisper them climbs the turnbuckle.)

HS: What is he doing?

FJ: Most likely causing pain.

(Whisper hooks the arms of The Fish. He lifts him up. Whisper whips his head back and with a sadistic look in his eyes, he flies backwards with an Eavesdrop Sacrifice, crashing both men through the exposed 2 x 6’ The wood makes a sickening crack and shatters as both men hit it and crash to the floor. Whisper rolls over, dazed. The Fish doesn’t move.)

HS: The was sick! Repulsive!

FJ: Awesome!

(Meanwhile, in the ring, Javex has recovered. He looks around, and seeing no one else, sets up a ladder. He works slowly, wincing in pain now and again. Blood rolls down his face from a gash in his forehead. Suddenly, an arm punches through the mat from underneath. As if on cue, the arena lights go out, and there is complete silence. As the lights come on Rawstarr stands in his new wrestling attire behind Javex.)

HS: It’s Rawstarr!

FJ: Noooooo!

(The crowd cheers as Javex turns around and meets steel bat to the forehead. The clang can be heard in the cheap seats. Javex goes down hard. Rawstarr drops the bat and rolls out of the ring. He grabs a chair from the announcers table and rolls back in. He takes his time setting up the Raw Execution, but when he’s ready, the limp Javex takes it! Rawstarr rolls outside, dropping something with Frank, and exits through the crowd. Herb and Frank look confused. Back in the ring, both Fish and Whisper have crawled their bloody selves into the ring. The crawl slowly over towards different ladders. Whisper slowly sets his up under the Cruiserweight title. The Fish does the same under the TV Title. Whisper climbs the ladder. The Fish climbs his ladder. Whisper gets up the first step and stops to rest. The Fish goes up two steps then grabs the rung for balance. Whisper goes up two steps and stops. The Fish climbs up on more. Whisper glares angrily across at Fish. Fish climbs another rung. Whisper does the same. They both climb another rung. Both men are stopped, resting. The Fish reaches up for his belt. Whisper, in a burst of energy climbs on more rung and grabs the Cruiserweight title off the hook. Whisper jumps across, knocking his own ladder over, and slams into The Fish with the belt. Whisper grabs onto the hook for balance as The Fish and his ladder fall. The Fish crashes to the mat. Whisper unhooks the other belt and falls helplessly to the mat. The bell rings. Trainers and EMTs run to the ring to tend to all the competitors.)

FJ: What a match!

HS: Indeed it was, but both men are about to make their ways backstage on stretchers.

FJ: Yeah, they paid the price and Whisper now has the Cruiserweight AND the TV title.

HS: I hope we have seen the EMTs for the last time tonight.

FJ: I doubt it.

(After a short "Don't Do This At Home" video, “We Ready” by Archie begins to play as the NPD, Big Blue and Tim “The Giant” make their way to the ring, They slide in and await the rest of their opponents. Body Guard then hit’s the stadium and Dark Warrior and C-Rock emerge from behind the curtain to a barrage of boo’s from the extraordinarily large crowd. They begin to make their way to the ring taunting the fans the whole way. They both climb into the ring and take their spots in the corner opposite Big Blue and Tim. The teams stare across the ring at each other for a moment but the stare down is broken by the sound of Warning by Green day blasting through the speakers, as it does the Tag team champions Opposites Attract step through the curtain to more boo’s, this seems to encourage Avdic and Welch as they laugh at the crowd and make their way to the ring. They climb in and each man turns to face on of the teams that are already in the ring and hold a belt up to them. Both the NPD and Dark Warrior and C-Rock look ready to charge the champions, but as C-Rock takes a step toward Avdic, Macho Man by the Village people begins to play and all three teams turn and look to the entry way, as they do Jack Happy steps through the curtain to an explosion of cheers. He takes a few steps down the ramp and turns back to the entry way, and then begins to laugh, he then makes his way to the ring and climbs in.)

HS: I am interested to see who Jack Happy’s Partner is going to be here!

FJ: Does it really matter, he isn’t going to win regardless of who his partner is.

HS: How can you say that, Jack Happy always has a chance to win, he is one of the all time greats here in the AWA you Jackass.

FJ: Relax Herb, you are way to gullible for your own good. {MUMBLES} And stupid too.

(Everyone is waiting to see who is going to step through the curtain to team up with Jack Happy, as all the men stare at the curtain “Macho Man” Begins to play again which throws the crowd, it plays for about twenty seconds and then stops. Happy is looking around almost worried, as Macho Man begins to play again. The camera focuses on the curtain for about ten seconds and still no one comes out. Then switches back to Jack in the ring, his look of worry turns to a smile and he looks up the ramp, he climbs out of the ring and then back in, as he does the music stops. Happy turns to his corner raises his hands for a double high five, and slaps the air, with a smile on his face he turns back to the ring. The ref gets things in order and decides who will be starting and from which teams. It is decided that Avdic from Opposites attract will be starting the match against Jack Happy.)

HS: Jack looks to be going this one alone, I must admit even he may not be able to over come these odds.

FJ: See Herb I told you, Happy is not going to win, you should learn to agree with me, I am always right after all.

HS: Please, gimme a break.

(Happy and Avdic stare each other down for a moment and tie up. Avdic gets the advantage and tries to whip Happy to the ropes, but Happy holds on, his large size allows him to hold his ground. Avdic again pulls his arm for the whip but with the same result. Happy then pulls Avdic toward him and drops him with a hard short clothesline. Happy then get behind him and locks in a version of the rear chin lock that appears to be almost a sleeper. The ref gets down to check on Avdic who appears to fading. The ref looks at Avdics face and sees his closed eyes and holds his arm up and drops it. 1.. He holds his arm up and drops it again 2...)

HS: This match could be over before it even starts here for Avdic and the Tag champs.

(The ref grabs Avdics arm again and holds it up, he lets it go and it begins to drop only for Avdic to hold it up at the last minute. Avdics arm begins to shake, and as it does Happy appears to grip the hold even tighter. Just then Mr Welch jumps into the ring and boots Happy right in the mouth. He releases the hold and falls backward holding his jaw. Welch drags the groggy Avdic to their corner and gets the tag. He comes in and quickly stomps Happy to the head a few times. He then grabs him by the head and lifts him to his feet, He then runs to the near ropes, jumps at them bounces off the second rope and flies at Happy hitting a Back Elbow. This knocks the Stunned Happy to the ground once again. Welch quickly jumps to his feet and drops a driving leg across the throat of Jack. He again climbs to his feet and does it again, he then gets to his feet and begins to run toward the far ropes, but as he does Big Blue Reaches out and slaps his back. Welch does not really notice and keeps running. The ref does see it and signals the tag motion, making Blue the legal man, Welch still in mid move turns to see Blue getting into the ring, he stops and gets ready for him, but the ref makes his way to Welch and tells him that he tagged out and explains. Welch is furious with the ref and begins to scream at him, mean while Blue is dismantling Happy behind the refs back. Welch finally gets out of the ring still jawing at the ref. Blue then picks up Happy and whips him to the ropes, but as Happy hit’s the ropes he has the presence of mind to raise his hand and slap the shoulder of C-Rock, the ref signals for the tag, Blue does not realize the tag has been made and drops Happy with a clothesline, only to catch a hard boot to the stomach by the now legal man C-Rock. C-Rock the grabs Blue and hooks him for a vertical Supple. He hit’s the Suplex and springs to his feet, Blue also gets to his feet although he is somewhat slow doing so. AS he gets to his feet C-Cock grabs him and hit’s a German Suplex, and holds on for a pin, the ref counts 1.…2.…. Blue kicks out. C-Rock then grabs Blue and drags him back into his corner and tags Dark Warrior.)

HS: This is a great strategy here by the Blueprint members, if they keep the man in their corner he cant tag.

FJ: Yeah, HA HA, GO Blueprint.

HS: Please, I know full well that as soon as someone else starts winning you will be cheering for them.

FJ: Hey I cant decide these guys are all great wrestlers, Its like watching….Well I don’t know, but its great.

(C-Rock holds Blue and Warrior decks him, Warrior then picks him up and spins him around for an inverted DDT. The crowd oooo’s at the impact of this move. Warrior grabs Blue and lifts him to his feet. And then scoops him up for a slam, Warrior stops his assault to taunt the crowd momentarily but as he does Tim The Giant climbs into the ring and waits for Dark Warrior to turn around as he does Tim clubs him down to the mat and grabs the almost out cold Blue. He then carries him back to the corner and gets out of the ring, then uses Blues hand to slap his own making him the legal man, he makes his way across the ring and goes to grab Dark Warrior who quickly rolls to his left, Tim then finally grabs Warrior in the Corner and begins to hold a choke against the turnbuckle, Warrior notices that he just happens to be in the Opposites Attract corner so he reaches out and tags Avdic. Avdic quickly jumps into the ring and begins to hammer at the back of Tim, but the shots hardly faze the big nearly 400 pounder. He turns his attention from the choking of Dark Warrior to the now legal man Mr Avdic. Tim swings at Avdic but Avdic ducks and catches Tim with a hard Kick to the kidney. This hunches Tim over slightly and Avdic slams his elbow into the back of Tim’s Head dropping him to his knees, he elbows him again and again, then kicks him in the face which causes Tim to fall to the ground. Avdic then drops a big leg across the chest and throat of Tim and covers 1.…..2.…. Blue breaks up the count, Welch then runs in but is stopped by the ref Tim rolls out of the ring and the ref turns back around and questions Blue being the legal man but just lets the match go on.)

HS: What is the ref doing, Blue is not the legal man.

FJ: What are you talking about, I saw that tag and the ref saw the tag, you are obviously just blind.

HS: Yes Frank I’m blind, do you even understand the rules of wrestling?

FJ: Of course I do, when the refs Back is turned everything is legal. Remember it is only illegal if you get caught.

HS: You’re terrible, absolutely terrible.

FJ: Oh you love me!

HS: Oh Just watch the match!

(Blue grabs Avdic and lifts him to his feet and hit’s a hard Death Valley Driver. He covers 1.…2.… Kick out by Avdic. Blue pushes Avdic back down and covers again 1.….2.… Another kick out by Avdic. Blue slaps the mat and glares at the ref and then climbs to his feet and Drops an elbow to the chest of Avdic. Blue grabs Avdic and lifts him to his feet again and drags him over to the NPD corner. Pushes him into the corner and begins to pound him to the ribs and head with a flurry or hard rights and lefts. Then Grabs him lifts him in the air and Drops down with the Blue Driver, and follows up quickly with the cover. 1.…..2.… Welch comes into attempt to break the count but is met by the foot of Tim “The Giant”……. 3!!!!!!)

HS: Opposites Attract have been Eliminated, the champs are out, and that means that there will be New Tag Team Champions when this match is all said and done.

FJ: Opposites Attract got beat by the referee Herb, this is ridiculous!

HS: What? Just a minute ago it was just fine that the ref made a mistake.

FJ: I never said that, quit putting words in my mouth.

HS: I don’t get you at all, but there is still a match going on and we are going to have new Tag Champs when it is all said and done.

(After Welch and Avdic are clear of the ring Blue is all fired up and celebrating with Tim in the corner When Jack happy comes running across and nails blue with a double ax-handle, sending him crashing into the turnbuckle, then dumps Tim over the top rope and grabs Blue and whips him across to the opposite Turnbuckle, and follows him in with a giant Avalanche. Blue falls to the mat and Happy hit’s the ropes and drops a big Leg then rolls and covers. 1.…..2.… Kick out by Blue. Happy climbs to his feet and lifts Blue with him hoists him up onto his shoulder and nails a hard running Power slam. Happy covers again 1...2... Tim interrupts the count with a stomp to the head of Happy. Tim then picks Happy up and nails him with a vicious Power bomb. Blue is at this time getting to his feet, he sees Happy down and takes advantage picking him up and Nails the Blue Hammer. He cover Happy 1.….2.…. Happy Kicks out. Blue glares at the ref again and lifts Happy back to his feet and tosses him to the corner, but it is the corner of Bad Blood. C-Rock Slaps Happy on the shoulder and climbs into the ring to surprise the charging Blue with a hard clothesline. Blue goes down and C-Rock quickly Drops a chop to the throat of Blue. C-Rock then gets up and whips Jack Happy out of the ring, and tags Dark Warrior. C-Rock then picks Blue up and hit’s the Regulator. Dark Warrior at this time has made it to the top rope and comes off hitting High Death, He stays on for the cover 1.….2.….3!!!!!!)

HS: The NPD has been eliminated, and we are down to just two team, well one team and Jack Happy, going alone, you have to respect him making it this far, but it is going to take one hell of a performance to take out both members of Bad Blood and take this Victory.

FJ: Happy can’t win this, Bad Blood are to good, I just wanna see if he is still happy after the beating he is set to take.

HS: Well Jack Happy is one of the toughest guys here in the AWA and if anyone can over come these odds it would be him.

(C-Rock climbs out of the ring and tosses Happy back in to Dark Warrior who whips him to the ropes and nails a Flashback. Warrior covers 1.…2... Happy Kicks out Warrior quickly gets to his feet and awaits Happy, once Happy is to his feet he turns to Warrior and is caught with a hard Super Kick. Warrior grabs him and drags him over to the corner where C-Rock is waiting hand out stretched. Warrior tags him and holds Happy as C-Rock decks him with a hard right, happy falls to the ground and C-Rock lifts him up and holds him for Warrior who also hits him with a hard right hand. Happy falls again and Bad Blood stomp him while he is down.)

HS: Come on this is a tag match ref get Dark Warrior out of there.

FJ: Oh stop it summers, beating builds character, and is about to become one hell of a character.

HS: You're terrible, Jack Happy may not survive much longer if the ref does not get control of this.

(Dark Warrior finally climbs out of the ring and C-Rock lifts Happy to his feet, and scoops him up to go for a running Power slam, he starts to run, but Happy slides of his back and pushes C-Rock into the Turnbuckle, he then turns back and catches Dark Warrior charging and nails him with a clothesline. Then turns back and nails C-Rock with a clothesline and then Warrior again. He then grabs Warrior and tosses him over the top to the outside. And makes his way over to C-Rock and lifts him up and hit’s a hard Power bomb. He covers 1.…2.… No Dark Warrior grabs his leg from outside and pulls him off. Warrior then pulls Happy out side the ring. The ref follows them out and stops Warrior from his outside attack. Meanwhile with the ref distracted C-Rock climbs out the other side and grabs a chair, Warrior backs away and the ref slides back into the ring as he sees that C-Rock has the Chair. Warrior then grabs a hold of Happy and nails a piledriver on the outside. Then he slides Happy back into the ring. The ref saw nothing because he was trying to take the chair from C-Rock, he finally grabs it and C-Rock lets it go, then runs over and covers Happy 1.…2.……3!!!!!!!!!)

HERB: NO!!!

FJ: What do you mean, this is a great moment, Bad Blood have just won the Tag Team title, and Dark Warrior has just become a Grand Slam Champion, what else could you ask for?

HS:How about a fair fight. They cheated Frank, Warrior just hit Happy with a piledriver on the floor, and he was not the legal man.

FJ: Why do you have to ruin this for Bad Blood, they are the New Tag Team champions, that is the ref's decision, and we all know that is final.

HS: Well I guess your right, I have to live with it, but I damn sure don’t like it. Happy will have his day with these two again, I just hope it is a fair fight.

FJ: Yeah, he will have his day, after they scrape him up of the mat, HA HA!!!!!!

HS: You're terrible, I don’t think I can say that enough, you're absolutely terrible.

FJ: Oh stop your whining Herb and applaud the New AWA Tag Team Champions!

HS: What is this?

(Suddenly, the lights start flickering and then even go out momentarily. After a few seconds, they come back on and Animosity and Death Angel are standing in the ring behind Bad Blood! Animosity and Angel then attack with clotheslines. They start stomping away at the new Champions and then take the belts. After briefly looking at them, Angel and Animosity use the belts to K.O. Dark Warrior and C-Rock. Animosity then grabs the microphone.)

AnimositY: Well, congratulations, you won the match, you are the tag team champions, but your reign will not last. If the two of you have any guts whatsoever you will put those belts on the line next Sunday on Shock against the two of us. I hope you're ready because you are about to walk into hell, and you may never come out.

(Animosity drops the mic and the two men throw the belts down on top of the downed champs and walk out with evil grins on their faces. We cut to the back and see The Fish being escorted by two trainers. As if you're surprised by it, Whisper charges from behind and levels Fish, the cameraman, and the trainers. The camera seems to be at a bad angle. The bloodied Whisper stomps down on an unseen Fish. Whisper bends down, partially blocked by the bad camera angle. He seems to be doing something that takes effort. Then with a tearing motion he pulls something into the camera's view. It's The Fish's mask!? Whisper spits blood down off camera. He walks away angrily, kicking the camera. The camera shifts, showing The Fish from the waist down, laid out on the floor. We then cut back to Herb and Frank.)

HS: What else does Whisper want? He beat Fish and won both titles, and he STILL doesn't have enough.

FJ: Oh, come on Herb, I can understans him. I mean, I could beat up Fish all day long as well.

HS: No, you couldn't.

FJ: Well, but I could ask somebody to do it for me.

HS: As great as Classic has been so far the night only promises to get better.

FJ: Yes, and personally I’m looking very forward to this next match up.

HS: I couldn’t agree more, Frank. This promises to be the Grudge Match to end all Grudge Matches between arguably AWA’s brightest young star and an AWA legend in his own right, Dave ‘The Rave’ Santini.

FJ: In his own right? Dave Santini is the greatest wrestler of all time, hands down. And he is an even better commissioner as well as a model citizen and noble leader of the established Blueprint faction.

HS: While my nose may be a bit cleaner than my colleague’s here, I do agree that Dave Santini has begun to build an empire in the AWA. The Blueprint, though many like myself do not agree with their methods, are here to stay.

FJ: Unlike Mortis Valley, who’s going to lose his job after we see Santini handle Bawm here.

HS: Whoa there, Nelly. Before Frank digs himself any deeper, why don’t we roll the promotional tape?

VOICE OVER: A rivalry born in malice. A feud greater than any before it. Two men with different ideals meet on one night to end it all. An age old battle, Good vs. Evil, Young vs. Old, Pride vs. Honor. And when it’s all said and done and the battle lines are drawn, who will emerge from the smoke victorious? Will it be Adam Bawm…?

(The camera quickly pans around, showing the thousands of screaming Brazilian fans, before fading into the promotional movie that fills the screen. First Adam Bawm is shown, in black and white footage, standing in a training ring wrapping his hands in tape. A voice over of Bawm is heard as the color footage of recent victories by Bawm over John Williams, Judgement and Dark Warrior flash in and then back to the black and white.)

ADAM BAWM: These are the moments we all live for. The time where we all must stand up and fight. The time where we must protect our families… our beliefs… our honor! This is my time and the time is now!

VOICE OVER: Or will it be Dave Santini…?

(Then the scene switches to a similar scene of Dave Santini. He is in a gym lifting weights. The scene flips over to images of Santini winning various matches in his life but eclipsing with an evil grin as the members of the Blueprint are shown, holding various titles they’ve won under Santini’s tenure.)

DAVE SANTINI: When one man holds the power over the Fate of another, they so often become hungry and mad with power. A true leader knows this and knows to avoid it. But every so often an obstacle is put in their way. A disobedient, if you will. It is the responsibility of a true leader to crush this threat. Tonight I’m going to crush the threat and so much more. I will reign supreme once more and my establishment will become the Alpha and the Omega. Tonight, everything changes.

ADAM BAWM: And when it’s all said...

DAVE SANTINI: …and done, one thing will ring true.

ADAM BAWM: …will ring true.

DAVE SANTINI: This match is…

ADAM BAWM: … guaranteed…

DAVE SANTINI: … to be…

BAWM & SANTINI: ...a Classic...

FJ: You heard the man. Tonight it’s going to be different. If Dave ‘The Rave’ says so, it must be so.

HS: Well, let’s see if that statement is true or whether the self proclaimed Atomic Adonis can prove him otherwise.

FRANK: More like Atomic As…

(The boom of ‘Time Bomb’, by Godsmack, cuts Frank off mid-sentence. The Rio de Janeiro crowd erupts in cheers for Adam Bawm as he emerges from the back, holding the hand of his beloved Kelly Gunns. Bawm is noticeably wearing an A.I. t-shirt and a brute cake cap, while Kelly is wearing a T-Shirt with a picture of AWA superstar Fish’s face on the front and the words ‘Fin Follower’ on the back. Naturally, the shirt is two sizes too small.)

HS: Whew, Miss Gunns is looking right nice tonight, isn’t she?

FJ: I ought to tell Adam Bawm you said that.

HS: Well the fans got an pre-emptive taste of Bawm earlier tonight when he came out to aide his A.I. partner, Bryan Peek in a winning effort.

FJ: A,I. Schmay-I. Besides, they cheated the whole way through! Just like they did last week!

HS: Like it or not, Frank, Annihilation Inc. is here to stay!

(Frank rolls his eyes as the camera focuses its attention back on Bawm, who is climbing into the ring. He holds the ropes open for his manager and she slides in, to the delight of the male audience. Once in the ring, Bawm begins posing for the fans and allowing them to take pictures. At one point, he runs over and climbs up to the top turnbuckle and poses with his familiar cheesy grin.)

FJ: He is so full of himself.

HS: Yes, but in the last few weeks, he has certainly backed up his arrogance with his actions in the ring.

FJ: A few lucky wins and the guy thinks he’s L.J. Vacamas!

HS: I wouldn’t call that win against Dark Warrior inside the unforgiving steel cage luck.

FJ: Neither would I. It’s worse than luck. It was a mistake!

(The arena goes quiet as Def Lepperd’s anthem, ‘Sugar’ hits the P.A. and Dave Santini slowly emerges from the back. Surprisingly, he is alone and no Blueprint members are in sight.)

HS: Hey, it looks like Santini is finally contempt to go it alone tonight.

FJ: What do you mean by that? Bawm is the one with the ringside help tonight! Santini would never cheat!

HS: You’re right. I’m mistaken, I’m terribly sorry. Happy now?

FJ: Very!

(The crowd doesn’t hesitate to boo Santini, but he doesn’t seem to notice. Since he has come out, his eyes haven’t left Bawm’s. He slowly walks to the ramp, mumbling something to himself and paying no mind to the fans surrounding him.)

FJ: Look how focused Dave is.

HS: You can see the cold, compassionless stare in his eyes. It’s chilling.

FJ: But he sure looks pumped.

HS: Well he’d better be!

FJ: Why do you say that?

HS: Because Bawm outweighs him by over fifty pounds and has an eight inch height advantage. Not to mention he’s one pissed off Nuclear Physicist!

FJ: Bawm may outsize him and outweigh, but he certainly doesn’t outclass him.

(Suddenly, as Santini nears the ring, Bawm rushes out to meet him, sliding under the ropes and barely landing on his feet before darting off at full speed. The crowd erupts as the two superstars collide on the entrance ramp and the battle begins.)

HS: This match won’t be for the faint of heart.

FJ: And here we go…

(Bawm hits Santini hard with a running clothesline, sending him hard into the steel grating. The crowd cheers him on as he begins stomping the chest of Santini and cursing at him. Bawm picks Santini up by the scruff of the neck and then lunges forward, sending Santini shoulder first into the steel security railing.)

HS: Ooh, what impact! Bawm is wasting no time here.

FJ: Oh whatever. Take it into the ring, Bawm!

(Bawm taunts Santini a bit and then advances towards him. With a last ditch effort, Santini grabs Bawm’s leg and pulls him forward, forcing Bawm to fall face first into the barrier on the outside. Both men are now down outside the ring, stunned and catching their breaths.)

HS: Desperation counter by Dave Santini. Both me are down!

FJ: That’s what he gets! Get him Dave!

HS: Have you ever heard the time, unbiased?

FJ: How many times do I have to tell you, Herb? Don’t curse at me!

HS: Just watch the damn match.

(After about eight seconds, the referee orders the men into the ring. Bawm slowly gets to his feet and pulls up Santini with him. After a couple of immobilizing rights, Bawm leads Santini to the ring and rolls him in, to the delight of the crowd. Bawm slides in to follow suit as Kelly continues watching from outside, cheering her confidant on.)

FJ: What the hell are they cheering about? Oh no, Bawm just did the devastating ROLL!

HS: Oh, har har.

(Bawm picks the dazed Santini up and immediately follows with a vicious barrage of rights; then whipping Santini into the ropes. As Santini comes flying back, he manages to duck one clothesline of Bawm and continues on into the opposite ropes. Bawm wisely drops to the mat and Santini skips over him, heading full steam into the opposite ropes. Just as Santini has built full steam off his final rebound from the ropes, Bawm lunges forward and grabs his right leg, picking him up straight off the ground, and then falling backward, bringing Santini to land hard onto his face.)

HS: Oh, that flapjack had to hurt! Santini is reeling.

FJ: I don’t see the Fish out here?

(Sensing he has the victory in hand, Bawm grows a bit more arrogant. He picks Santini up onto his shoulders and then calls for the Fall-Out.)

HS: This may not be very wise of Bawm here.

FJ: Oh, no, Dave. Break free!

(Santini, powerless to stop him, tries to break free. But instead of going for the finisher, Bawm simply falls backward, on top of Santini, in a Samoan Drop. Kelly barks orders to Bawm from outside, but Bawm is oblivious.)

FJ: Bawm had better be careful not to get too arrogant out there. After all, he’s only facing the greatest superstar in AWA history.

HS: Well, I agree with some of that.

FJ: So you admit Santini is the best ever?

(Bawm quickly gets to his feet, declaring something to the effect of ‘I’m the Man!’ as the crowd cheers. Bawm imprudently walks over to Santini, taunting him as he goes. Two seconds later, Bawm is sprawled out on the mat, clutching his lower extremities.)

HS: LOW BLOW! LOW BLOW!

FJ: Isn’t that what Ramona… oh never mind. Brilliant strategy by Dave ‘The Rave’.

HS: And I’m going to tell Low you said that!

(Bawm is slow to shake off the pain from the low blow and Santini is able to get to his feet more quickly. He wisely rolls out of the ring to shake the cobwebs from his hair. Suddenly, he tosses the ring announcer aside and takes the chair on which he was sitting. Kelly Gunns tries to deter him but he merely pushes her onto the mat, causing the back of her head to slam down hard against the thin, protective foam mat.)

HS: Oh, that’s just unnecessary.

FJ: Look at Santini swat her away like a fly.

(Santini slides into the ring with the chair, but the referee immediately takes it from him. By this time Bawm is up and he lunges forward at Santini with a big boot. But Santini pushes the referee in front of him and Bawm knocks the referee unconscious from the impact to the back of the referee’s head.)

HS: Santini just used the referee as a shield! Good God!

FJ: See, I told you Santini was smart.

HS: Oh no, what is Santini doing?

FJ: You’re so impatient.

(As Bawm checks on the referee, the crowd tries to warn him. For Santini is stalking Bawm with the chair, waiting for Bawm to turn around. Bawm finally hears the screaming voice of his fiancée’, who is still holding the back of her head, but it is too late. Santini brings down the steel chair directly to the forehead of Adam Bawm.)

HS: Look out Bawm! NO!

FJ: I know, isn’t it great?

HS: Great? You call that blatant use of a destructive weapon great?

FJ: In the words of the immortal Fish… duh.

(Bawm’s eyes roll up in the back of his head but he remains on two feet, stumbling about towards the center of the ring.)

HS: Bawm isn’t going down that easy.

FJ: We’ll see about that.

(With heavy boo’s raining down, Santini swings the chair again, harder than ever. The sound of the shot reverberates through the entire arena and the crowd goes silent. Yet, somehow, Bawm is still standing, dazed and confused, like some walking zombie.)

FJ: Bawm is standing there dazed and confused like some walking zombie!

HS: How original…. I mean observant.

FJ: Why thank you.

(Out of frustration and anger, but mostly out of desperation, Santini springs into the ropes and leaps forward on the rebound, swinging at Bawm’s skull in mid-air. Bawm drops like an anvil as Santini examines the chair. The seat of the chair has been knocked out and flown into the audience, landing in the lap of some lucky fan.)

HS: OH MY GOD! I’ve never seen anything like that!

FJ: Hey, maybe Dave can sign that for her later.

HS: Bawm is out. Damn that Santini.

FJ: Oh cry me a river.

(Santini smiles at the havoc he has caused and arrogantly pins Bawm, avoiding the crimson puddle filling next to Bawm’s head. Santini waits for the count, but it never comes. The arena thunders with boo’s as Santini notices the unconscious referee.)

FJ: That referee is sleeping on the job. What a bum.

HS: Oh, you’re criticizing him for doing a shitty job. Rich… really rich.

FJ: Actually, we barely make… err, umm…

HS: Just watch the damn match, would you?

(Going over to him, Santini barks at the referee to get to his feet, but truly in vain. Santini tries to pick the referee up, but he just slumps back down. After several seconds of struggle, the referee slowly begins to revive, with the aid of a few slaps in the face by Santini. With the referee finally awakening, Santini rolls on top of Bawm, hooking his leg and arrogantly heckling out the painstakingly slow count.)

FJ: FINALLY! It’s over… it’s about time.

HS: I can’t believe Santini is going to steal a win like this.

FJ: Steal is such a strong word. How about forcibly borrowed?

(ONE…TWO…THRE… ‘TWO!’ shouts the referee as Bawm barely manages to kick out.)

HS: Bawm kicked out! Holy cow!

FJ: That was a slow count. Who the hell hires these referees?

HS: Your boss, President Gray.

FJ: And what a fine job they do.

(Santini is enraged and after a brief spat with the referee, covers again. ONE…TWO…TH… kick out. Kelly cheers on from outside as an infuriated Santini gets up into the referee’s face and begins arguing.)

FJ: See, Santini doesn’t like that decision either.

HS: A kick out is a kick out. Maybe if Santini wasn’t being so arrogant...

FJ: Why? He’s kicking Bawm’s ass, he has a right to be.

(Santini doesn’t realize that Bawm is slowly crawling over towards him until he is lying on his back, legs in the air, being pinned in a Schoolboy.)

(ONE… TW… kick out. Santini is much fresher now and easily kicks out of the weaker Bawm’s cover.)

FJ: HA! No one can pin a legend like Santini!

HS: Yes, but did you see the look in Dave’s eyes? Priceless…

(Santini begins kicking Bawm in the back, planting him to the mat. Santini then lifts Bawm up and quickly executes a number of rights, only a few of which Bawm is able to block or counter. Santini whips Bawm into the nearest turnbuckle and follows with a huge corner splash. The impact of the splash bounces Bawm stumbling out to center ring, back towards Santini.)

HS: Oooh that must have hurt.

FJ: See, you’re finally starting to see things my way.

(Santini locks his arms around Bawm, belly to belly, and begins to execute the ensuing suplex. However, Bawm doesn’t seem to budge. We can see the strain in the face of Santini as he tries to lift Bawm up, but Bawm just won’t move.)

HS: Bawm’s weight advantage is visible here, ladies and gentlemen.

FJ: I have faith in ‘The Rave’.

(Instead, Bawm wraps his arms around Santini and locks his hands together. Santini screams in agony as Bawm clinches tighter and tighter, lifting him off the mat with his arms still locked in.)

HS: Bawm counters into a bear hug, but in his condition, how long can he hold on.

FJ: Don’t worry, Santini will break free. See, look at the resilience.

(The referee continues to badger Santini, but he violently shakes his head that he won’t tap. The crowd cheers the first sign of offense by Bawm in nearly ten minutes. Bawm locks the bear hug in tighter, and Santini still refuses to tap. Finally, Santini wises up and begins hitting Bawm in the side of the head with open palm strikes. This causes Bawm to slowly release his grip.)

FJ: HA! Told you so!

HS: Don’t count your chicke…. OH MY GOD!

FJ: NO!

HS: Bawm just suplexed Santini clear over the ropes. Oh my, we have to watch this again.

FJ: I can’t bear it again.

HS: Listen to the impact Santini hits the mat with. This mat outside is only an inch thick, people. That’s nowhere near enough to break a fall from that height. Imagine falling ten feet directly onto concrete!

(With Santini now laid out next to the ring apron, Bawm manages to catch his breath as the crowd chants ‘Holy Shit! Holy Shit!’ Santini is reeling outside from Bawm’s belly to belly suplex that sent him over the ropes. We can visually see the life coming back into Bawm and he slides outside the ring to continue his assault. Kelly Gunns leads the crowd in support of the rejuvenated Bawm.)

HS: Well, at least the crowd’s finally coming to life here.

FJ: How can they cheer at a time like this? Those damn ingrates.

(Bawm picks up the lifeless Santini and tosses him into the steel ring stairs, back first. Santini screams in agony as Bawm, still a bloodied mess, begins shifting into a rage. His eyes begin to glaze over as he stomps Santini in the chest, repeatedly slamming him back into the steps with complete disregard for any internal injuries Santini may be suffering from.)

FJ: Enough, Bawm! ENOUGH!

HS: Bawm has just gone through a complete metamorphosis here. He looks like a rabid animal.

(Bawm rolls back up onto the apron to break a count out and Santini tries to crawl away. Bawm simply grabs him by the leg and pulls him back. He holds onto Santini’s leg, however, and looks around at the crowd for guidance as of what to do next.)

FJ: Oh, no, now what is he doing? I can’t believe he’s going to listen to these disrespectful Brazilians.

HS: You mean these Brazilians who pay your check?

FJ: No, President Gray pays my check. These people just come here to see bloodshed… damn animals.

HS: Oh, I think I know what’s coming next. Here comes the Core!

(Taking the advice of Herb, he twists around; straddling over Santini’s back and then pulls his thigh up under his arm. Bawm then slowly sits down onto Santini’s back forcing as much weight down as possible. Santini cries out in pain as Bawm presses down harder.)

HS: Most people don’t realize the combination of damage this submission does. Not only is there tremendous pain applied to Santini’s back, but blood is constantly being cut off to his brain.

FJ: This move should be illegal.

(Santini slams his hand down into the mat, indicating he has tapped out.)

FJ: NOOOO! This is a travesty…

HS: Frank?

FJ: An outrage… Bawm cheated.

HS: Frank?

FJ: I’m calling my congressman!

HS: FRANK!

FJ: What? Can’t you leave a moping man be?

HS: Just pay attention.”

(The referee doesn’t acknowledge it because both men are outside the ring. Instead, Bawm has to release the Core to avoid being counted out. He slides onto the ring apron, then quickly, intently, continues his assault. He picks Santini up and rolls him into the ring, following suit. Bawm then tries to lift Santini up by his hair, only to catch and elbow to the gut.)

FJ: Ha, take that Nuclear Nonuts!

HS: Oh, give me a break.

(Santini elbows Bawm again in the stomach, and again. Santini then reaches up and grabs Bawm by the head, slamming his chin down with a momentum-stopping jawbreaker.)

FJ: Hey, is that a tooth that flew over here?

HS: Nice counter by Santini.

FJ: Nice? Nice? That was so much more than nice. It was pivotal! I wouldn’t be surprised if Santini goes for a cover now.

(Although unhurt, Bawm is a bit confused as to how Santini was able to land the move and is easy game to the ensuing shoulder neck breaker from Santini. Bawm clutches the back of his neck as Santini climbs to his feet and begins stomping on the back of Bawm’s neck.)

HS: The momentum is shifting Santini’s way now. Dave is in control.

FJ: Oh, he’s been in control the entire time. He was just letting Bawm look good.

HS: Oh, yes, I’m sure that’s it. What was I thinking?

(Having caught his second wind, Santini has now locked in a rear naked choke on the facedown Bawm. He makes sure to plant his knee directly into the back of Bawm’s neck where the spine and collarbone meet. Bawm grimaces in pain as the blood from his forehead covers Santini’s hands.)

FJ: IT’S OVER! Bawm may as well tap now before he hurts himself anymore!

HS: I have to hand it to Santini. He’s doing whatever it takes to win tonight.

FJ: Santini doesn’t care about winning. He just wants to hurt Bawm. And I’d have to say, from the look on Bawm’s face and terrible screams coming from his mouth, I’d say Santini is succeeding.

(Bawm struggles to break free and has his hand up, inches off the mat, ready to tap. He digs his knees hard into the mat as Kelly and the crowd tries to give him support. He pushes off his knees, slowly, inching his way closer and closer to the ropes. He stretches out his hand, his fingertips within inches of the ropes when Santini releases the hold.)

FJ: Hahahaha! Bawm was so close. Great presence of mind by the Man.

HS: The Man?

FJ: Yes. For the remainder of this match, I’ll be referring to Dave Santini as <i>The Man</i>.

(Santini immediately drags Bawm by his leg to the center of the ring and then locks on a half-Boston crab. Bawm screams in pain as Santini adds insult to injury with his own version of the Core. Kelly frantically bangs her hand on the mat, trying to keep Bawm focused. The blood from Bawm’s head has slowed down a bit and is visibly growing brighter from the lack of oxygen. Bawm’s eyes roll up into his head and the referee raises his arm to call off the match up.)

FJ: It’s over! The Man has won! No one is a match for The Man!

HS: What an intense match up.

FJ: I believe you owe me a hundred bucks.

HS: Hold that thought…

(’NO!’ cries Bawm to the dismay and awe of the crowd. With every ounce of energy in him, Bawm pushes himself up with his arms and kicks his legs, flipping Dave Santini off of him. Santini goes flying into the ropes, getting tangled, and the crowd erupts.)

HS: WHAT A COUNTER! Bawm has nothing left in his tank, yet he still managed to pull that off.

FJ: I…I…I….

HS: Just listen to this crowd, they are in full support of Adam Bawm tonight.

(Bawm lies in the center of the ring, trying to catch his breath as the blood flows. While the referee attends to Bawm, Santini is busy trying to untangle himself. He has gotten where his foot is caught between two twisted ropes and he is hanging, upside down, outside the ring. Kelly Gunns walks over and curses at Santini.)

HS: Santini looks like a fly caught in a web here. There’s nothing he can do.

FJ: Yes, and Kelly Gunns is a black widow! HA!

(Kelly then spits onto Santini’s bare chest and rears her arm back, swinging it forward with a resounding ‘Thwack’ that was nearly as loud as the chair shots Bawm suffered earlier. The impact, in fact, is so hard that it frees Santini from the ropes and he falls to the outside. Kelly looms over him, cursing him and taunting him with the crowd.)

HS: OOOH, what a slap.

FJ: She can’t do that to The Man.

HS: I believe she just did, Frank.

FJ: That’s outside interference. This match should be called off. The Man has just won!

(Suddenly, Santini looks up at Kelly with the most evil, vicious look imaginable. She backs away, shocked for a moment and Santini grabs the nearest chair, stalking her. The ref is still attending to Bawm and has only just now realized Santini is outside, so he begins a count. Kelly runs around the ring as Santini stalks her, walking slowly, intent on causing her suffering.)

FJ: I guess The Man isn’t the fly anymore. Look at the intent in his eyes.

HS: As much as I hate to say it, what goes around comes around.

FJ: Get her! Ha, I love this. It’s like the Crocodile Dundee!

(To try and escape Santini, Kelly slides into the ring to the chagrin of the referee. Santini charges after, wielding his chair over his head, obviously enjoying the thrill of the hunt. Kelly darts out of the ring as Santini swings and he catches the ropes, laughing loudly.)

HS: Santini is just toying with Gunns here. Come on, Santini, let’s get on with the action.

FJ: Yeah, I wanna see The Man whip up on Bawm some… NO!

(As Santini wheels around, he is met in the face with his own chair, which is being aided by the big boot of Adam Bawm. Santini falls flat onto his back, out cold as Bawm roars aloud in the ring over him like a barbarian.)

HS: Santini certainly didn’t see that coming!

FJ: Neither did I. That is just ridiculous by Bawm. The Man wasn’t even ready.

(He then picks Santini’s flaccid body up and lifts him onto his shoulders.)

FJ: Oh, what is he doing now?

HS: You know as well as I do, Frank. Bawm has had enough.

(Flash bulbs go off throughout the arena as Bawm tosses Santini’s body off his shoulder like a rag doll, twisting his own body around and catching Santini around the legs, forcing him down with a power bomb.)

HS: The Fall-Out! The Fall-Out!

FJ: Geez, Herb, calm down.

HS: It’s all over from here, folks.

FJ: Get up The Man, get up!

(Bawm rolls over Santini for the easy cover. ONE… TWO… THREE! Adam Bawm raises his arms in triumph as the crowd showers him with cheers.)

HS: What an impressive victory for the young Adam Bawm.

FJ: Impressive? That punk cheated the whole time!

(Suddenly, Bawm’s eyes grow white wide and his face changes instantly. Bawm stands up with a bolt as the camera focuses on Kelly Gunns crying for help. Dark Warrior is holding her by her neck, with his other hand clutching both of Kelly’s wrists. He looks up at Bawm and smiles, then leans in slowly, breathing in through his nose, taking a big whiff of Kelly’s hair.)

HS: Now, she defiantly doesn’t deserve this. What the Hell?

FJ: You reap what you sew, Herb.

(Bawm immediately charges out of the ring, leaving Santini to clutch his wounds. Just as he hits the ramp, C-Rock and Poppa lunge out, having stayed out of view of Adam Bawm, and knock him down hard from behind. The pair then begins stomping Bawm in the back as he reaches in vain for Kelly. An evil grin comes over Dark Warrior’s face and he suddenly tosses Kelly Gunns into the security railing, knocking her unconscious.)

HS: How cowardly by the Blueprint. A three on one assault?

FJ: Actually, Dark Warrior has yet to hit Bawm.

HS: You’re such an ass. Look what he did to Gunns!

(As C-Rock and Poppa continue kicking Bawm, Dark Warrior reaches into his pants and pulls out a metal nightstick. The camera zooms in on the inscribed letters spelling out ‘The Equalizer’.)

HS: What the Hell are they going to do with that?

FJ: You really are slow, aren’t you?

(It doesn’t take long for Bawm’s fellow cohorts, Bryan and Andy Peek to come charging down the entrance ramp to Bawm’s aide. But the trio of Blueprint members is prepared and leaves Bawm in his own puddle of blood to attack the Blueprint.)

HS: Now the odds are a bit more even. Look at this new kid, Andy Peek. He’s in amazing physical condition.

(The numbers game soon takes effect and C-Rock and Poppa soon take out Andy Peek. They then turn their attention to Bryan Peek, who is vehemently battling with Dark Warrior. The three on one assault soon leaves Bryan lying down, out cold.)

FJ: So much for that, HA!

HS: I must say, the Blueprint is like a pack of dogs. They strike in numbers with great accuracy and precision.

FJ: I’m going to tell The Man you called him a dog.

HS: Why do I even bother?

(Dark Warrior then orders his fellow members to pick up the lifeless Bawm and toss him into the ring, as he checks on Dave Santini. Santini slowly gets to his feet as the crowd jeers. C-Rock and Poppa hold Bawm down as Dark Warrior hands Santini the ‘Equalizer’.)

HS: Please, this is enough. How much more can this kid take? He’s already lost tons of blood.

FJ: You can never have enough blood, Herb. That’s The Man’s motto!

(Dark Warrior then comes over to Bawm and pulls his head back by his short hair, whispering something in his ear. We can’t tell what he is saying, but by the look on his face, we know it wasn’t friendly. He then holds Bawm’s head up as Santini rears back, looking like a mad man.)

HS: This is just repulsive. He can’t be doing this, can he?

FJ: I think I’m having second thoughts, Herb. I’ve never seen The Man so ruthless. This could kill Bawm!

(But the pleas of the crowd and Frank and Herb are not heard as Bawm lay lifeless in the ring. The crowd is stunned silent, partly because of the sickening crack heard when Santini’s steel Equalizer met with Bawm’s skull and partly because of the amount of blood gushing out of Bawm’s head. The cold, uncompassionate look in Santini’s eyes isn’t a big help either.)

FJ: Ladies and Gentlemen, I sit here speechless.

HS: We can’t believe what we’ve just seen. Even the crowd is shocked.

FJ: Bawm isn’t moving, Herb. Someone get the EMT’s out here NOW!

HS: I thought I’d never hate Dave Santini as much as I do now. All the great things this man has done have, in my opinion, just shot out the window. And I’m afraid Dave Santini just doesn’t care.

(Even C-Rock and Poppa are at a shock. In fact, the only people seemingly in the arena who aren’t shocked at this are Santini himself and Dark Warrior. Santini orders his men to follow him out of the ring and Santini holds up the bloodied Equalizer. EMT’s quickly rush out to Bawm’s aid as Santini stops over Bryan Peek. He then bends down, looks curiously at the blood covering his weapon, and then wipes it off on Peek’s A.I. shirt before catching up to his Blueprint members. The camera cuts to Frank and Herb as the EMT’s tend to Bawm.)

HS: Well, we won't show you any more of this at this moment. While Adam Bawm is being attented to, we will wet your appetite for the first half of our double main event. It’s going to be Mortis Valley, putting up his United States title, and his freedom, against Travis Gray, for the complete ownership of the AWA! Let’s see how this all came together.

(Things begin to show the time where Mortis came back last May. You saw where he spoke about what has happened. Things then go to various statements by Travis Gray, badmouthing Mortis, and mocking him in how he destroyed his business, and his life. You then see his various insults towards Morticia, each one, even more sinister than the last, as well as various things Gray has done to Mortis, attacking him from behind, him setting Mortis up so Low could put the bag over his head, and of course the glass jar being smashed in Mortis face.

Things then go to the following Xplosion after that, as you see Mortis spit in Gray’s face, then speak of how he has a proposition for him. Things then go to the following Shock, as it reviews the confrontation by the two, the apparent match, the stipulations, and finally the hand shake, with both men, staring at one another, as things then pause, splitting them up as it shows ‘Mortis VS Gray’ with the various stipulations.

Things then go to a recording with the words ‘Shock, last week’ as it shows Mortis talking. It then reviews the part of Gray showing up at the graveyard, Mortis running after him, and then the sub-sequential part of after him defeating the various goons Gray sent after him, Gray smashing a metal shovel over the back of his head, as he falls in an open grave, then nailing Rogue in the face, knocking her in it as well. It then shows Gray standing there, kicking the tombstone down, holding his arms up with an evil grin as things then fade to the arena as the bell sounds.)

RING ANNOUNCER: The following, is the first of two AWA Classic Main Events! This match, which is under street fight rules, can be won either by pin fall or submission and is for the AWA United States title…

(Loud cheers are heard.)

RING ANNOUNCER: …Mortis’ Valley’s freedom…

(Even more cheers are heard all around the arena.)

RING ANNOUNCER: …and finally, THE COMPLETE OWNERSHIP OF THE AMERICAN WRESTLING ALLICANCE!

(The fans cheer for this LOUDLY in every part of the arena, as you hear hooting, chanting and unbelievable, cheering, as nothing else can be heard but that. Things though, finally begin to settle down as ‘Hail to the King’ begins to play out to HUGE heat. You see nearly every fan in the arena, stand up, and begin to boo and hiss for the arrival of the president of the AWA.)

RING ANNOUNCER: First, he is an AWA hall of fame member. He is a former Hardcore champion, a man known world wide for his craftiness and his relentlessness, cutthroat practices to attain victory, ladies and gentlemen, the president and owner of the AWA, Travis Graaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!

(The fans continue to boo Gray, as he steps out, only having things increase more, such that not Herb nor Frank can be heard at all. Gray holds out his hands, with a sick gleeful look on his face, as fans suddenly begin to shower him with trash. Gray scowls at this, as he suddenly brings a mic, that was already in his hand, to his lips and speaks, as loud as he can, just barely heard over the booing.)

GRAY: I don’t think so! So you want to throw TRASH at me?! I don’t TAKE garbage, no, I THROW IT OUT! So security!

(Gray calls as several guards run over to him. He then points randomly at various people as he yells into the mic.)

GRAY: Take those pieces of trash OUT OF MY ARENA now. R IGHT NOW! Go on, GET RID OF THEM!

(Security obliges as they then begin to go through the crowd, for the people Gray has pointed out, as the crowd CONTINUES to boo Gray VERY loudly, as the commentators can STILL not be heard! Gray then makes his way down to the ring, as you see security, finally catching up now with the ‘chosen’ ones, as they grab a hold of them, and begin to pull them down, so they can take them out of the arena, as Gray, now in the ring, yells into the mic.)

GRAY: That’s right, take those son of a bitches out of here! They don’t DESERVE to be in MY arena!

(You soon see them being pulled away, towards the ramp, and it looks like out another way of the arena, as Gray yells into the mic again.)

GRAY: So tonight is the night, huh Valley? Yes, tonight is THE night Mortis, that I WILL make you bend down and kiss my bare ass! That’s right, once I beat you, I am going to HUMILATE YOU, on the biggest show of all of them in the AWA, Classic! But don’t worry Mortis, you’ll get use to it, I mean, you’ll only be doing it for the rest of your pathetic, Lucy-less life!

(Gray chuckles evilly as the fans boo him. He though, pauses as he speaks again.)

GRAY: Now, I do have some ‘sad’ news to report…. Yes, it seems that just before I came here, I was informed that Grand Mother Gray has passed away…

(The fans boo a bit less, out of respect for her. Gray nods as he speaks a bit more.)

GRAY: Yes, well, see, she’s really poor and can’t afford a funeral or a grave. But no worries, because I know just of one! So Mortis, after you are done LOSING to me, and done KISSING MY ASS, I will have you dig up YOUR DEAD WIFE FROM HER GRAVE! I mean, it’s not like she’s doing much of anything, anyway…or ever did for that matter!

(The fans boo him the loudest you have ever heard, as it goes on for a full two minutes, fans booing him, throwing garbage at him, giving him the finger, among other things, as all the security that is left, is trying their best to stop what maybe a full riot!)

HS & FJ: My god!

HS: That is THE sickest thing I have ever heard! He is going to make Mortis dig up his wife’s grave and replace her with another person!

FJ: Even I admit that’s going WAY too far and so are the fans too!

(Gray continues to laugh maniacally almost when suddenly, his face turns from that, to surprise, as things dart back to the entrance way. You suddenly see all the people who were escorted out of the arena, suddenly run back into it, running into the crowd, meeting up with friends and family again. Gray looks at this with a ‘what’ look, as suddenly, you see security back-tailing as Mortis shows up at the entrance way to the LOUDEST cheers you have ever heard! Every fan is on his or her feet, applauding, holding up Mortis signs and cheering his name, as ‘Calling From Heaven’ plays up, albeit barely audible at all. He begins to make his way down, when suddenly he turns around and gives a ‘c’mon’ gesture with his fingers, as suddenly, out comes Rogue to huge cheers as well, as she walks over to Mortis’ side, as they walks down to the ring, being announced along the way.)

RING ANOUNCER: His opponent, along with Rogue, he hails from Calgary, Alberta. Canada. He weighs in at 235 pounds, and stands 6’1. He is a former two time world heavyweight champion, a two time and reigning United States champion, a former Tag team champion, a former TV champion, a former Hardcore champion, and a former Light heavyweight champion, making him the second ever grand slam champion, ladies and gentlemen, The Rage, The Dark Angel, The Extreme Machine, Moooooooooooooooortis VAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEY!!!

(The fans erupt once again in heavy cheers for their hero as Mortis is now at the ring. He slides in, United States title in hand, as he then sits on the ropes, letting Rogue come in. He then walks over to Gray, title over his shoulder, as the ref gets in between them and explains the rules. Both men listen to it, barely as they continue to lock eyes, as the ref, done explaining, rings the bell. Rogue goes over and kisses Mortis gently on the cheek, as she wishes him luck, with Mortis handing her the United States title. She then gets out of the ring, as Mortis and Gray lock eyes again. Both men begin to jaw jack, as then begin to step up to each other, face to face, nose to nose, when suddenly Gray gives a look of disgust and goes to slap Mortis, only for Mortis to catch it and slap Gray HARD to a LOUD ‘oooooooo’ from the crowd! Gray takes a few steps back, holding his face as he walks forward, turning back towards Mortis, who spears him down as he then begins to level him with a series of vicious punches! He then pulls up as he runs to the ropes and comes down with a vicious knee to Gray’s face. Then jumps up, and nails a leg drop! Gray rolls around to the edge of the ring, as he begins to use the ropes to pull himself up, as the ref tries to get in front of Mortis, only for Mortis to shove him aside and kick Gray in the ribs so hard he flies up two feet in the air before crashing down to the mat again!)

HS: Man, Mortis is showing that old vicious side of him tonight. And who can blame him, not only because of what’s at stake, but what Gray has said and done in the past few months?

(Mortis leans over on top of Gray now, as he rears back and explodes with a volley of open fist punches to the side and the back of the head of Gray’s face. Gray holds the back of his head both in protection and in pain, as Mortis pulls him up from behind with his hair, and does a curling punch right into the face of Gray’ full force as Mortis lets go, with the upper half of Gray’s face and body falling right back down to the mat!)

FJ: Stop this! Mortis is insane!

HS: Hey, this is what Gray wanted and agreed to. Besides, after everything he has said and done, he deserves this and a LOT MORE!

(Mortis pulls Gray back up, how is shaky on his feet, as he then kicks Gray right in the stomach, as Gray flies into the nearby ropes, then comes back with right into a drop kick in the chest by Mortis, which has him bounce off the ropes again, then another right to the head of Gray, as you see it snap back to HUGE cheers from the crowd as Gray flies back into the ropes, then falls down to almost a sitting position, his upper body bouncing on the middle rope as he does so, as it bounces forward almost sitting up, only for Mortis, who has run to the other side of the ropes, to come back and nail Gray once again right in the face stiffly, as his body flies back to the bottom rope, slightly bounces up but not all the way as it comes down again, before he crumbles to the mat! The fans are going nuts, letting out HUGE Mortis chants.

Mortis though, does NOT let up, as he begins to pull Gray up, who suddenly respond with a quick low blow, as Mortis falls to all fours, with Gray falling to the mat again, breathing heavily. Mortis begins to try to recover, as does Gray, who, using the ropes, goes to try to pull himself up, but slowly, Mortis’ fists of fury, and drop kicks of doom so to speak, obviously having an affect on him. Still he, goes to pull himself off, as Mortis gets up, still bent over, then launches himself towards Mortis for a swinging neck breaker, only for Mortis to swing around with him, throw him to the ropes, and as Gray comes back, nails him with a vicious round house kick, as Gray flies right down to his knees, his face crashing onto the mat, as Mortis, takes a few steps back against the ropes, waiting for Gray to slowly get up and as Gray is just high enough up, runs and smacks the back of his leg onto the back of Gray’s head, as he flies down, face first hard from Mortis’s scissors kick! The fans cheer this move, clapping loudly for the heavy fan favorite as Mortis stalks around Gray.

Mortis waits for Gray to get up, waiting possibly a good half a minute, for the president to finally get some sense of where he is, then as he is getting up, runs full force, grabbing Gray’s head and arm, then runs right towards the turnbuckle but with amazing agility jumps up and over the top rope, swaying towards the left as you see Gray fly right into the cold, hard, metal turnbuckle face first with no protection whatsoever!)

FJ: This is sick! Mortis is sick! And listen to these fans cheer him, they are sick as well!

HS: Like I said, Gray has deserved every bit of this! But man, let’s take another look at this new, innovative way Mortis has used one of his oldest moves!

(A replay is show exactly as what happened before, with you seeing Gray flying face first, full speed right into the turnbuckle, and then flying back down to the mat. Things go back to the real match, as they show Gray holding his face, possibly broken now as Mortis grabs the ropes, and jumps up to the turnbuckle in one leap, then points at Gray, then to all the fans who cheer him madly, as he dives off it, nailing a flying elbow strike RIGHT TO THE FACE OF GRAY! You see Gray let out a cry, as he holds his face in pain, as Mortis then slides to the outside.)

FJ: What’s he doing now?

HS: Uh oh…he’s getting a chair!

FJ: Ref, stop him!

HS: He can’t! It’s within the rules!

(Mortis, chair in hand, slides back in the ring, as you see Gray still holding his face. Mortis then walks up to him, standing over his head, as he pulls the chair back, and rams it right into the face of Gray, as you see Gray’s feet shoot up in pain, as well as the rest of his body! He continues to squirm a bit, as Mortis then pulls the chair back up again, this time the flat side, and then slams it down HARD onto the face of Gray, whose body jolts, then relaxes. Mortis then places the chair right on the top of Gray’s face to heavy cheers from the crowd. He then runs towards the nearby turnbuckle, jumps up to the nearby rope, then does a flip to the other one perpendicular, and then finally a jump back to the original one, launching off it as he flying half way across the ring right into a vicious leg drop, on top of the chair on top of Gray’s face, as the fans EXPLODE once again into heavy cheers for Mortis!)

HS: My lord, he just dented that chair with his patented triple jump leg drop!

(Mortis rolls around a bit, obviously taking a good bit of abuse from that move himself, but suddenly rolls around on top of Gray, as the ref finally goes down to end this madness, 1.……………………………........2.……………….but suddenly you see the ref get pulled out of the ring, as you see Dark Warrior there, who nails him right in the face! The fans boo this HEAVILY, but not as much that, but because Poppa is right behind Mortis. Mortis stands up, yelling at Dark Warrior, who smirks a bit, as Mortis is then swung around, kicked in the ribs, and picked up for The Big Up, only as he tries to swing Mortis around, for Mortis to fly back down to his feet. Poppa then swings around, right into Mortis who grabs a hold of him, picks him up and plants him hard with a move looking like a Rock Bottom!)

HS: That looks to be yet a new move added to arsenal!

(Mortis then stands up, but only for a moment, as you suddenly see C-Rock, who during this, has slid in the ring, chair in hand, and as Mortis turns around, rams it HARD into the ribs of Mortis, throws it down, grabs a hold of Mortis, and plants him, fact first on the chair with the regulator, to HUGE boos from the crowd!)

FJ: And looks like C-Rock has an old one he has used again!

(Suddenly, just as C-Rock is done, you see Dark Warrior come off the top rope with the High Death, splashing Mortis on to the chair. Both men then pull the chair off of Gray, as you see a mask of fresh blood on his face from Mortis’ last move, and drag his near unconscious body, over to Mortis, whom then turn over, also busted open. They then place Gray right on top of Gray, as both men quickly get to the outside, to get the ref, who is still lying on the outside, back in the ring! They get a hold of him, and get him back in the ring, as they quickly drag him over to Gray covering Mortis. They then shake the ref, who is recovering, as he then begins to count.)

FJ: Yes, yes, good bye Mortis!

1.……………………………..............

HS: No, don’t let it end like this!

2.…………………………….........................3-no! Mortis kicks out at the VERY last second to HUGE applause and sighs of relief from the crowd. Dark Warrior and C-Rock look on in complete disbelief as they then attempt to go for Mortis, who has rolled to the ropes again, as Mortis, who is now getting up, ducks under a clothesline by Dark Warrior, flipping him to the outside with such for he flies right into the guard rail on the outside, crashing hard, but Mortis then gets kicked in the stomach by C-Rock as he goes for another regulator! Mortis though, pulls C-Rock’s legs out from under him, then leans back, as he catapults C-Rock right into the ropes, as C-Rock strikes them throat first, and takes a few dazed steps back, as Mortis then nails him in the back, grabs a hold of him as if for his version of a dragon sleeper, holding it on for a few seconds, before suddenly swinging around for his variation of ‘Roll of the Dice’ as you see C-Rock’s head crash into the mat, as C-Rock then rolls out of the ring!)

HS: Yes! Another new move by Mortis!

(Mortis stands up again, as you then hear LOUD boos strangely enough, only to see that Gray is right behind Mortis now, wavering back and forth, but standing, face bloody, a chair in his hands. Mortis then turns around, as Gray goes to swing, but Mortis ducks and swings to Gray’s side, as he suddenly grabs Gray from behind, pulls him up, and brings him down HARD with a vicious Dragon Suplex! He hangs on though, as he slowly rolls himself and Gray to their feet, picks him up and brings him down, hard again for another Dragon Suplex! He still hangs on, and, albeit it slower, pulls Gray up again, then brings him down with ANOTHER one, all the fans in the arena, rooting him on, encouraging Mortis to give yet another, which Mortis, despite tired from the energy used to do such a move, rolls Gray over, picks him up and brings him down yet AGAIN for another dragon suplex, yet he STILL HOLDS ON as he pulls Gray up, and then throws him down with a FIFTH Dragon Suplex, but STILL REFUSING TO BREAK THE HOLD!)

HS: My god, I don’t think he will EVER stop!

(Suddenly you hear HUGE boos as you see Dave Santini, equalizer in hand, run down to the ring.)

FJ: Oh, I think he will!

(Mortis goes to pull Gray up for yet another dragon suplex, very slowly, struggling to get himself and Gray to his feet. He does though, slowly get to his feet, but just as he is rising up, to deliver another one, suddenly you see Dave run towards him, smashing the equalizer in his face! Mortis immediately falls, holding his face in pain, as Dave nails him with a few stiff body blows with the equalizer!)

HS: C’mon! Hasn’t that man already done ENOUGH tonight?!

(Frank laughs in respond, as Dave holds the equalizer up again, as if to nail Mortis in the face once more, when suddenly, you see the equalizer ripped out of his hand, the fans cheering wildly for Rogue, who throws it down, across the ring! Dave turns around, and nails her with a punch to the face, knocking her right out of the ring, as you see him, cursing at her. He then turns around to Mortis, who is trying to get to his feet to fight, as Dave nails a few, quick, harsh blows, as he then pulls Mortis up to his feet, picks him up and over as he takes a few steps back, adjusting Mortis, then brings him down hard, with the Ravin’ Driver to HUGE heat from the fans! He though, does NOT stop, as he pulls Mortis up again, who is barely able to move, then with his other hand, throws the ref hard, the back of head striking the turnbuckle, who was complaining, then grabs a hold of Mortis, picks him up all the way, then brings him down with ANOTHER Ravin’ Driver! He then pulls Mortis up yet again, who seems almost limp, picks him up, and then brings him down with a third Ravin Driver as the fans are now throwing garbage in the ring at him! He just laughs though, as he pulls Mortis’ limp body to the middle of the ring. He then goes over to Mortis, possibly to nail him again, when suddenly, you see Rogue, who has recovered from Dave’s shot, roll back in the ring and from behind, nails him with a low blow as hard as one woman can nail him! Dave falls to the mat in agony as he then rolls out of the mat to the outside as the fans show support, by cheering and applauding Rogue’s action.)

FJ: That bitch!

HS: Hey now, watch the language. Besides, it was DAVE who got into this match that doesn’t involve him in the first place!

(Mortis is laid out in the middle of the ring, bloody pouring down him, as Gray is lying over by a corner, breathing heavily, trying to recover from the various suplex Mortis has delivered. The ref too, is out, trying to recover himself as everyone lies in the ring, as the fans begin a Mortis chant, with Rogue, slamming the mat, trying to encourage them on! This goes on for a good two minutes, as finally, Mortis, Gray and the ref all start to move. Gray turns to his stomach, breathing in and out, heavily, as Mortis goes to all fours, almost breathing in and out heavily, blood dripping down his face and hair to the mat. Gray now, begins to drag himself over to Dave’s equalizer still in the ring. Slowly but surely he does, but Mortis doesn’t see it, himself trying to recover, as the fans encourage Mortis onward, as does Rogue, who also, doesn’t see Gray going for the nightstick, rather instead cheering Mortis on!

Gray continues to make his way to the nightstick, finally landing on top of it, covering it up with his body, as Mortis now gets to his feet, as he almost flies back into the ropes, but bounces forward, somewhat steady. He then slowly but surely, moves his way over to Gray, who is getting on his knees now, covering the equalizer with his body, the fans now, not cheering Mortis, but yelling him, trying to warn him. Mortis though, is still mostly out of it, and doesn’t hear it, as Rogue also can’t see through Gray’s body, as Mortis slowly but surely makes his way across then ring towards Gray. He then grabs a hold of Gray’s hair and goes to pull him up, when suddenly Gray swings around and nails Mortis with a stiff shot right in the ribs with the equalizer! You see Rogue put her hands up as if to say ‘oh no’ as Mortis leans over in a great deal of pain as Gray then rises up, and strikes Mortis RIGHT IN THE FACE with the equalizer, to the point it actually bends as Mortis flies down to the mat, as if he were shot, as Gray discards the now bent equalizer! He then pulls himself over to Mortis, as he then grabs the leg and covers, as the fans begin to boo, 1.……………………..........................................2.……………………………...........................3-NO! Mortis KICKS OUT as the fans go nuts!)

FJ: Jesus Christ!

HS: My god, he’s alive! Mortis Valley is ALIVE! Mortis Valley REFUSES TO DIE ON THIS NIGHT!

(Mortis doesn’t seem willing to die, as Gray shows, despite the dried blood on his face, a completely shocked and horrified look on his face. He shows a look of complete fear as he then goes to dart out of the ring, as he literally jumps over the ring barrier to the outside!)

HS: That coward!

(Gray begins to run, making his way about half way through the crowd, you suddenly see a couple of the bigger crowd members, some of them who were going to be thrown out earlier, stop him. You then see a couple of other crowd members, suddenly pick him up, as you see Gray cursing and screaming, calling for security, who, right now seem scared to death to even attempt to go through the almost rioting crowd, as the crowd then suddenly begins to hand Gray from one set of crowd members to another, almost like a mosh pit, as they slowly but surely move him back towards the ring, to Mortis, who is now up and at the outside waiting. They then dump him over the guard rail, near Mortis, in which Gray turns around and begins cursing them, giving the finger and threatening them, only for the fans to do the same to him. He then turns around, only to see Mortis there, for leers for him, only for Travis to duck, and run into the ring! Mortis then goes after him, as he runs for Gray, who has now picked up the bent equalizer, and goes to swing it at Mortis face, only for Mortis to duck, jump to the top rope and do a back flip, grabbing Gray as he does and brings him down, crashing Gray’s head against his knee, right into the arched Dragon Sleeper! He then locks it on, as Gray wiggles his arms, but fleetingly as they soon stop, as the ref goes to check on Gray, picks up one arm, then lets it drop. He picks up the arm again, and lets it drop again. He picks it up a third time, but suddenly Mortis picks Gray up, turns him around into a double under hook pile driver, jumps up and drills him with it viciously! He though still doesn’t stop, with the fans and Rogue all behind him as he pulls Gray up, and drags Gray’s near unconscious body towards the turnbuckle. He then picks up the dented chair and puts it right into Gray’s face, getting it stuck between the ropes. He then goes to run towards the ropes when suddenly he ducks an attempted clothesline from the recovered Dave Santini, then as Dave turns around, kicks him hard in the stomach, as Dave falls to his knees then tries to get up, only for Mortis to grab a hold of him with a double underarm hook, jump up, and swing around, bringing Dave down with a Double underarm DDT as hard as one man can, with fans erupting in cheers at this, as Dave jerks a bit holding his head as he rolls out of the ring!
Mortis then turns his attention back to Gray as he runs to the ropes, then back to the other ones, then back to the original runs then back towards ran as he jumps and kicks the chair and Gray’s head as hard as one man every could, as you hear a LOU, almost sickening CLANG of Gray’s head striking the turnbuckle, only beaten by the audience who explodes in cheers, all on their feet, cheering, applauding and encouraging Mortis!)

HS: My god, that has to be THE most vicious move I have EVER seen in my life!

FJ: Gray’s head bounced on that turnbuckle, you heard it, you heard the loud clang! Oh my god, Gray’s gone!

HS: Not yet, but it looks like he is going to be!

(Gray is slumped over, the chair, now laying where he is, a huge dent from Mortis’ kick, and covered with blood, coming from Gray’s face that is running down his face, and chest. Mortis goes over, and pulls Gray’s limp body up, to HUGE cheers from the crowd, as he drags his body to the center of the ring, grabbing him almost for a DDT, as he points his finger out to the crowd, holding onto Gray as he swings around, a full circle, pointing to all the crowd as if to say ‘this is for you!’, the fans cheers, becoming louder and louder as Mortis goes through the circle, as if it was a controller on a stereo, as Mortis then grabs Gray, sticks him between his legs, hooks both his arms and plants him hard with the MVD! The fans cheer in unison as Mortis goes to cover, 1.……………………………..2.……….but Mortis pulls his head up, shaking no, as the fans applaud him, cheering him on to do more damage to Gray!)

FJ: These fans ARE sick! Look at Gray, he is UNCONSCIOUS! His face may be BROKEN and they want Mortis to do even more to him!

(Mortis pulls Gray up again in the DDT position, as he points to Rogue, who applauds him, cheering him on, then sets Gray up with another double under hook and plants him again. The fans continue to cheer Mortis on, as Rogue continues to cheer and clap for him. He covers once again, as the ref gets into position to count, 1.…………………....................................2.……………………………..but Mortis pulls Gray’s bloody head up again!)

HS: No, he doesn’t want it to end still!

(Mortis pulls Gray up again this time setting him up for another MVD, but then pauses, in which he suddenly turns Gray around as if for a reverse DDT, then lets out a yell, as he points upwards to the most applause you heard all night!)

HS: This one is for you Lucy is what he is saying!

(Mortis then suddenly swings around and nails Gray with the Dark Heart of the Business, Morticia’s old finisher, as he then covers Gray once again, every fan, Rogue, even Herb and Frank counting in unison, ONE!………………………………....................TWO!………………………………...THREE! The bell sound as the fans root for Mortis loudly, his theme music, not even heard because the cheers are so loud, as he rolls to a sitting position, pointing up at the sky, as Rogue gets in the ring and hugs Mortis, as Mortis still points to the sky as he then stands up, holding his hand up there, still pointing to the sky as Rogue continues to cheer him, the fans now chanting Lucy’s name, as Rogue, with one arm hugging Mortis, the other with a fist pulling it back and forth in rhythm with the chants, with Mortis doing the same a bit, but instead pointing to the sky. Finally, it settles down as his arm comes around and he hugs Rogue who hugs him back for a good ten or fifteen seconds before suddenly they look at each other and kiss each other, as every fan in the arena once again goes nuts, cheering this, rooting loudly! They then let go, but hold hands as Mortis and Rogue hold their arms up in victory as the fans continue to cheer him. He then lets go as he slides to the outside, with Rogue clapping for him madly, as he walks over towards the guard rail as you see him hi-five one man, while another man, former AWA superstar and partner of Mortis, SPF, pat him on the back.)

HS: I understand that man shaking Mortis’ hand now, is Sidewinder, one of his oldest friends, who while retired, has, come back to the wrestling world for one night only to see Mortis compete! And compete he did!

(Mortis shakes SPF hand as well, as you see behind him, another man, Lonewolf, politely clapping his hands for Mortis, giving him the nod as Mortis then begins to high-five some other fans in the arena, going all around the arena, before he then slides back inside the ring! He then walks up towards the turnbuckle, climbs up it and puts an arm up in victory as the fans continue to cheer for him. He then gets off, as he goes to the opposing turnbuckle and does the same for those fans, as all the fans continue to cheer him. He then does it for the turnbuckle to the right of him, as that too get loud applause from all the fans in the arena, and finally the one across it, as every fan seems to be on their feet still, clapping and cheering on their hero. He then walks over to the middle of the ring, looking as if he is talking to Rogue, when suddenly he picks her up, and holds her up high on his shoulder as he stands up, holding his other arm out in victory in the middle of the ring, as she holds both her hands up, as every fan is on their feet, cheering and clapping as loudly as they can, as you see things slowly fade to the back, first to the heel’s locker room. You see various horrified faces, but also some pleased faced surprisingly enough, as they chant, some in happiness, some unhappily, as Mortis pins Gray for the final time………ONE……..TWO…….THREE, as several of those with disdained and upset looks walk off, but others who don’t have such looks, begin to high five each other, looking a bit pleased at the turn of events! Things then go to the face’s locker room, as the word ‘replay’ is seen in the bottom right corner, as you see every face now counting with the crowd as Mortis is pinning Gray, ONE…………TWO………THREE, in which everyone begins to cheer wildly for this, many of them opening bottles of champagne, spinning it over each other’s heads, drinking it, and begin an all out, party, yelling, screaming, singing in unison the song first, ‘Nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah, Hey Hey Hey, GOOD BYE!’ Then things go back to real time, as you see Mortis and Rogue, who has just finally made their way to the back, as you see the group still partying, walks in, as they drop a tank full of beer over him, as they begin to sing ‘For he’s a jolly good fellow!’ as they continue to party, as Mortis and Rogue have an arm around each other as things go back to the ring for the final match!)

HS: Ladies and gentlemen, the time has come for our main event, here at AWA Classic 2003. The Legendary Low will defend his AWA World Heavyweight title against the Big Gun of Elimination Enterprises, Snakebite. And this is how it all unfolded.

(A video package starts playing, highlighting the feud between Low and Snakebite. At first, we see scenes from their match in June, where Snakebite pinned Low just days before King Of The Kage after a chair shot from President Gray accidentally hit Low instead of Snakebite. Then we see Low challenging Snakebite for a match at Classic at the end of a recent episode of Shock. This is followed by scenes from the Ice Cream Social, with Snakebite and Nadia ending up covered in ice cream. Finally, we see scenes from last week's Shock. First, Low maskerading as Snakebite and interfering in his match with Jayson Price, then Snakebite coming to Jack Happy's help and chasing Low away from the ring. The video package ends with a graphic of the two men and their managers.)

HS: This is Low's first pay-per-view title defense of his third reign. But more importantly, this is Snakebite's first World title shot on pay-per-view ever.

FJ: And it might very well be his last one.

HS: Anyway, let's wait for our contestants to enter the stadium.

( "Big Gun" by AC/DC starts playing as we see various scenes from The Southern Gentleman play out over the AWAtron, as the fans explode in loud cheers.)

HS: What an ovation for the challenger! It's mind-boggling, as it seems that almost 100.000 people are cheering for this one man.

(Nadia is the first one to step out from the back. She stops, turns and starts applauding Snakebite as he emerges from the back. Snakebite, dressed in his white Jesse James Gang-style coat, and his white hat, kisses Nadia's hand before they both start walking down the long aisle. The two reach the ring and walk up the steps. Snakebite is holding the ropes for Nadia and then tips his hat at the crowd before entering the ring himself. He removes his cane, his coat, his white gloves to reveal black gloves, and then finally, his hat.)

HS: Look at the look in Snakebite's eyes. He is ready to pay Low back, and most importantly, win the AWA World title for the first time.

(“Weeping Wall“ starts playing and the cheers immediately turn into deafening boos. Ramona A. Stone is the first one to step out, but Low isn't far behind. The restless sounds of “Weeping Wall“ are almost drowned out by the boos, as Ramona and Low, World title belt around his waist, make their way down the aisle. Ramona jaws with several fans along the way, but Low is fully concentrated. The two reach the ring, walk up the steps and then enter the ring on opposing sides.)

FJ: OUR World Champion looks like he is determined to keep his gold, Herb.

HS: Yes, he is, but I don't doubt Snakebite is any less determined. Let's go to our ring announcer.

(The two men are standing in opposite corners, the women right next to them. In center ring the ring announcer readies himself to introduce the two combatants.)

RING ANNOUNCER: Ladies and gentlemen, this is the main event of AWA Classic 2003. It is scheduled for one fall and it is for the American Wrestling Alliance World Heayvweight Championship.

Introducing first, the challenger: accompanied by Nadia, from San Antonio, Texas, standing 5`9“ and weighing 225 pounds. He is a former United States Champion, a 2-time Hardcore Champion and a 4-time World Tag Team Champion. Ladies and gentlemen, presenting Elimination Enterprises' Big Gun, “The Southern Gentleman“ SNAKEBITE!

(The fans again erupt in loud cheers as Snakebite nods to them again.)

RING ANNOUNCER: His opponent: accompanied by “The Queen Bitch“ Ramona A. Stone, from New York City, New York, standing 6`2“ and weighing 255 pounds. The first-ever Grand Slam Champion and 3-time and reigning AWA World Heavyweight Champion, THE LEGENDARY LOW!

(The fans boo Low probably louder than they ever have, but Low just glances at them briefly before returning his attention to Snakebite. The referee signals the two men to join him in the middle of the ring. He explains them the rules and then asks Low to hand him the World title belt. Low does, but not without giving the belt a possibly final look. The referee holds the belt high into the air, which gets a loud round of applause from the fans. He then signals for the bell and the match is underway. Low and Snakebite keep staring at each other and then start some trash-talking, none of which we can hear due to the huge crowd at hand. Suddenly Low starts the match by slapping Snakebite. Snakebite responds with a forearm to Low's head, sending him to the mat. Low is quickly on his feet again, but Snakebite is all over him with lefts and rights to the head. Snakebite pushes Low into the ropes, sends him over with an Irish whip and then nails a knife edge chop to Low's bare chest to send him to the mat again, as the crowd goes “Whoooo!“ Snakebite follows up with another chop... Whoooo!... a third chop... Whoooo!... a fourth chop... Whoooo! A fifth chop, however, is countered when Low ducks it and elbows Snakebite right into the side of the ribs. Low follows that elbow up with another one, and then a series of knees to Snakebite's midsection. He picks Snakebite up for a bodyslam, but Snakebite holds on and rolls through with a small package that gets him 1..... 2..... and a close kick out from the World Champion.)

HS: Both men are trying to gain the initial advantage, but so far nobody has managed to do so. But Snakebite almost got the quick surprise pinfall there.

FJ: Just a fluke. Low is playing with him.

HS: Right.

(Low grounds Snakebite with a well-placed clothesline, then drops his elbow over the challenger's chest three times. Low covers, but only gets a one-count. He then walks over to Snakebite's legs and starts stomping them until the referee pulls him away. Low, however, is relentless and kicks Snakebite's knees a few more times before pulling him towards the ropes. He then places both of his opponent's legs over the bottom rope and takes turns jumping onto them, using the middle rope to launch himself up. Low pulls Snakebite back into the middle of then ring and goes for a figure four leglock, but Snakebite is able to roll him up again and this time gets 1..... 2..... kick out! Both men are on their feet and Snakebite goes for a clothesline, but Low grabs his arm and takes him to the mat with a Fujiwara armbar. Low pulls back on the arm, but not for long, as he releases the arm, turns around, grabs Snakebite's ankle and applies an ankle lock.)

FJ: Low is doing the smart thing and concentrates on one body part.

HS: He seems to be working over the legs so he can apply the Low Profile.

FJ: You REALLY think so, Herb?

HS: Shut up, Frank!

(In the ring, Snakebite is slowly but steady making his way towards the ropes. But just as he seems to be able to grab the bottom rope, Ramona suddenly appears and uses both her arms to pull the rope away from Snakebite. This doesn't last long, however, as Nadia is immediately there and avenges Ramona's recent attack by grabbing her by the hair and smashing her head first into the ring post. Just as Snakebite reaches the ropes on his own, Low releases the hold and walks over to where Nadia is standing over Ramona. He yells at her, but she just looks at him. Low has no time to do anything else, as Snakebite grabs him from behind and nails him with a Russian leg sweep. Snakebite then rolls around, still holding Low in the same position, gets up and hits a second Russian leg sweep. He rolls over one more time, pulls Low up again and hits the third Russian leg sweep, to the fans' loud cheers.)

HS: Low has made an untypical mistake and it cost him.

FJ: How could that EE witch attack the unsuspecting Ramona from behind?

HS: Frank, it was Ramona who interfered first!

FJ: She never touched anyone!

(Low is slowly getting up again and Snakebite wastes no time sending Low into the ropes. Snakebite tries to hit a lariat, but Low ducks it and both men run on. Both bounce off the ropes and in center-ring, Low hits a lariat of his own. He goes for a cover and gets 1..... 2..... kick out. Both men are back up and Snakebite gets the advantage by simply ramming his knee into Low's stomach. Low is doubled over and Snakebite wraps his arms around Low's waist and hits a beautiful gutwrench suplex. Cover gets Snakebite 1..... 2..... and a kick out. Snakebite now waits for Low to get up, which he slowly does. As Low turns around, Snakebite goes for a savate kic, but Low ducks, takes a few quick steps back and hits a superkick of his own. Low falls to his knees, but immediately gets back up and walks towards the corner. Low climbs to the top turnbuckle and then looks into the crowd. He then jumps off and goes for a frog splash, but Snakebite rolls out of the way and Low hits the mat. Snakebite is quickly up on his feet and waits for Low to follow him. He grabs the World Champion and drives his head into the mat with a DDT. Snakebite wastes no time, however, and pulls Low up once again. He puts Low's head between his legs, pulls him up and hits a piledriver. The cover gets 1..... 2..... No! Low gets his leg over the bottom rope.)

FJ: Low knows exactly how to save his energy.

HS: Yeah, or maybe he was to weak to kick out properly after Snakebite drove his head into the mat twice within a minute.

FJ: Nah, he's just saving energy.

(Low is back up and Snakebite wraps his arm around Low's head. He then hooks one leg, lifts Low up and hits a fisherman suplex for 1..... 2..... kick out! Snakebite follows this up with an inverted atomic drop, but he doesn't release Low after the first and instead hits a second atomic drop. Low is on his feet but stumbling through the ring. Snakebite uses Low's lack of orientation to his advantage and comes from behind. He drive his thumb into the side of Low's throat and applies the Oriental spike. Low quickly drops to the mat.)

FJ: That hold is illegal! He chokes Low!

HS: What are you talking about, this is a perfectly legal nerve hold.

(The referee checks on Low and lifts his arm. The arm drops for 1..... then drops again for 2..... but suddenly Snakebite releases the hold as he sees Ramona walking up to Nadia. Snakebite isn't quick enough to warn her, however. Ramona grabs Nadia's arm, spins her around and sprays hairspray right into her eyes. Nadia drops screaming to the mat and Snakebite immediately steps outside the ring to chase Ramona away. He kneels down and takes care of Nadia.Low, however, has slowly crawled over to where Snakebite is kneeling, his back turned towards Low, and has reached out between the middle and bottom ropes to grab Snakebite's mask! He's pulling back on it, leaving Snakebite no choice but to move up and away from Nadia, as we can already see the naked jaw of Snakebite. Low pulls him into the ring between the ropes and then up to his feet. A thumb to the eye later and Low has picked Snakebite up into a bodylsma position. However, he lifts him up even higher, almost in a vertical position, and then drops him on his head with a Northern lights bomb. On the outside, Ramona is empties a bottle of water over Nadia's head.)

HS: Yeah, now she is all brave!

FJ: Come on, Herb, it has to be obvious to you that Ramona is sorry for the hairspray accident...

HS: Accident?

FJ: ...the hairspray accident, and is now trying her best to wash that hairspray out of Nadia's eyes.

HS: Right.

(Back inside the ring the referee has helped Snakebite adjust his mask again. Low meanwhile has climbed onto the top rope again and as soon as the referee is out of the way jumps off and hits a flying elbow drop on Snakebite. Cover gets 1..... 2..... and a kick out. Low is now leaning against the ropes, waiting for Snakebite to stand up. As Snakebite turns around, Low picks him up, spins around and hits a spinebuster. Low then immediately grabs Snakebite's foot, spins around and applies the figure four leglock.)

HS: It took him two attempts, but now Low was able to apply the figure four.

(Snakebite is again trying to reach the ropes, but Low has applied the hold so that Snakebite is in the middle of the ring, while he himself is very close to the ropes. Low uses his position in the ring and grabs the ropes for leverage. Snakebite screams in pain and sits up, pointing at Low. Low himself sits up and then starts slapping Snakebite. This, however, only seems to enrage The Southern Gentleman. He grabs Low's hair and pulls his head towards himself before nailing a quick series of right fists to Low's head. Low releases the figure four and Snakebite somehow manages to maneuver himself quickly to Low's side to apply a cross-armbreaker. Low, however, quickly grabs the bottom rope with his free arm and Snakebite has to release the hold. Snakebite waits for Low to get up to his feet, which he does using the ropes for leverage. Snakebite then comes from behind and wraps his arms around Low's waist, going for a German suplex, but Low holds on to the ropes and then elbows Snakebite right into the face. Low then switches positions and now goes for a German suplex himself, but Snakebite wraps his leg around Low's and thus prevents Low from being successful. Snakebite stomps Low's foot, then nails him with an elbow of his own, switches positions again and thsi time hits the German suplex as the fans erupt in loud cheers. He holds on, rolls around, gets up and hits a second German suplex on Low. Snakebite repeats the whole thing one more time and hits a third German suplex, this time into a pinning position which gets 1..... 2..... and a kick out.)

HS: What a great series of reversals from these two outstanding wrestlers.

FJ: I thought it was Szneizens.

HS: What?

FJ: Well, ask Rambo J!

(Meanwhile Snakebite has grabbed Low's leg and pulls him towards the corner. Snakebite then slides out of the ring and pulls Low close to the ringpost, signaling for a ringpost figure four leglock. Ramona tries to jump Snakebite from behind, but Nadia, who by now has shaken the effects of the hairspray attack off, steps in and pushes Ramona into the steel baricade. Low, however, is able to counter by using his leg strength to push Snakebite into the barricade as well.)

FJ: Thank god he got out of that illegal maneuver.

HS: Well, Low isn't exactly playing by the rules either.

FJ: Yeah, great, isn't it?

(Snakebite has made his way back into the ring, but Low already awaits him and hits a nasty-looking Yakuza kick. He then pulls Snakebite up and send him back to the mat with a quick power bomb. Low holds on and rolls Snakebite up for a cover and gets 1..... 2..... and a close kick out. Low starts an argument with the referee, claiming this was already a three-count. Snakebite uses the opportunity to get up again. He waits for Low to turn around and then grabs him for a T-bone suplex, but Low counters with a series of elbows to Snakebite's head and then gets behind him to apply a full nelson. Low then puts his foot into the back of Snakebite's knee to force down to his knees. He then pushes Snakebite forward and applies the sugar hold.)

FJ: Shades of the late Stu Hart, who perfected the sug...

HS: Stu Hart isn't dead.

FJ: Well, he looks like it.

HS: Frank, you are an embarrassment not only to this company, our profession or this sport, but to the human race in general.

FJ: What did I do?

(Snakebite has managed to get one knee back up and is slowly pushing Low back up as well. After a short struggle, they are both standing again, with Low still applying a full nelson. Snakebite tries to struggle free, but Low suddenly lifts him up and hits a tiger suplex as the referee counts 1..... 2..... and a very close kick out. Low is angry again, as he thought for sure this would be it. He walks over to Snakebite's feet, pulls them up, steps over and goes for the Low Profile. Snakebite, however, pulls Low nearer to himself and then starts headbutting him until Low releases Snakebite's legs and stumbles into the middle of the ring. Snakebite then kicks Low into the stomach, hooks his arms and hits a sit-down facebuster. Low is holding his face while Snakebite makes his way up to the top rope. Low slowly turns around and then sits up, still holding his face. As soon as Low takes his hands away from his, however, Snakebite jumps off the top rope and hits a beautiful missile dropkick right into the seated Low's face. The fans cheer Snakebite loudly, as he waits for Low to stand up. Low slowly does and as he turns around, Snakebite kicks him right below the kneecap, then into the ribs and then hits a spinkick right into Low's face.)

HS: Snakebitten, Snakebitten, Snakebitten!

FJ: What's wrong with you?

(Snakebite goes for the cover and gets 1..... 2..... 3! NO! Low has grabbed the bottom rope! Snakebite, however, doesn't lose his cool and pulls the exhausted Low up. He pulls him towards the corner and then sits him up on the top rope. Snakebite follows Low up there and hooks his arms to go for the Venom Strike. Low, though, counters with another series of elbows to Snakebite's head, causing him to fall to the mat. As Snakebite gets back up again, Low launches himself off the ropes and goes for a moonsault. Snakebite, however, ducks the moonsault, yet Low is able to land on his feet. He then kicks Snakebite into the ribs and goes for the Low Stunner. Snakebite counters by pushing Low off and into the ropes. Snakebite goes for a clothesline, but Low ducks and gets behind Snakebite, then hooks his arm and locks his own arm around Snakebite's jaw, before locking his own fingers.)

HS: Low with a chicken wing-crossface!

FJ: No you jerk, he's pushing him to the mat! Low Standard, Low Standard, Low Standard!

(Low indeed has applied the Low Standard. Snakebite is on the mat with Low twsiting his arm and pulling him up, hurting his back. The referee asks Snakebite if he wants to give up, but Snakebite shakes his head as much as he can in his position. He tries to reach for the ropes, but they are just too far away. He almost reaches them, but Low pulls back even more.)

HS: Snakebite is showing what a tough guy he is by trying to fight his way out of this painful maneuver!

(Snakebite now has managed to get one leg up and under his body, almost throwing Low off balance. But Low is able to shift his weight back so that Snakebite is forced back to the mat again. Low pulls back harder and harder and after a good 30 additional seconds, Snakebite has no choice but to tap out!!! Low retains the World title.)

HS: NO!!!

FJ: YES! Low keeps the World title!

(“Weeping Wall“ begins to play and Low releases the Low Standard. Both Ramona and Nadia enter the ring, each going to their man and helping him up. The referee hands the World title belt to Low, who raises it up with one arm.)

RING ANNOUNCER: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match, and STILL the AWA World Heavyweight Champion... THE LEGENDARY LOW!

FJ: Low has done it, he has defeated Snakebite in a tough match.

HS: Tough for both men, but they pretty much kept it within the rules and delivered a hard-hitting match.

(Low and Ramona celebrate inside the ring as Snakebite and Nadia make their way to the back. Low is holding the World title belt high up in the air as the fans almost boo him out of the building.)

HS: Wrestling fans, AWA Classic 2003 is in the record books and we have been part of yet another great Classic. Frank Jackson and Herb Summers say good night everybody!

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