Powerslam

The show opens as we see the Enforcers arrive in the form of Adam Bawm and Rival. Rival climbs out of the car and we hear the sound of a car speeding up. The camera catches the Mazda and driver’s face as it approaches. Rival leaps into the car narrowly avoiding being hit by the speeding car. The screen feels with the face of Ms. Rawness who looks in the rearview mirror with disappointment. She continues to speed off leaving Adam Bawm looking after the car with an angry look. The scene fades to clips of the various AWA wrestlers: We see the United States Champion “The Real Thing” L. J. Vacamas deliver the phantom punch to claim the title, Nightmist retaining his title delivering the Major Letdown to Rival, The NPD taking the tag team titles, Drake Hyde retaining his Title against Misery, Misery taking the Cruiserweight title from Javex, and lastly the screen fills with the AWA World Champion Dark Warrior defeating Vacamas. The screen changes to a live shot of the arena. Fireworks explode everywhere loudly and we hear the roar of the crowd as the camera pans. The camera focuses on the exploding fireworks and soon we see the word Powerslam spelled out.

Frank Jackson: “What a way to start the program as Ms. Rawness tries to eliminate NPD’s competition early by running down Rival in the parking lot!”

Herb Summers: “I can’t believe that…well…I guess I can, but the NPD is getting way out of hand! First the kidnapping and abuse of the lovely Tiffany! And now this attempt on Rival’s very life! I know these guys have a parole officer somewhere as much as they been in trouble. Someone look up the number, so we can get them back under control!”

FJ: “Ladies and gentlemen we have a show for you tonight. Powerslam is here! Tonight all titles are on the line including the World Title! We have Phoenix and Mortis teaming up to face C-Rock and Javex!”

HS: “What a tag match that will be!”

FJ: “The winning team squares off against one another for a title shot against Dark Warrior to close the show!”

HS: “This will be a grueling match for the challenger to the AWA World Champ, but an opportunity none-the-less! Who will walk away with the title shot and will they be able to handle the very wide arsenal of the AWA World Champion, Dark Warrior.”

FJ: “There is a Gray sighting! President Gary is in the back!”

(Things start up as you see President Gray standing at the entrance as an AWA limo pulls to a stop. He has a BIG smirk on his face. He is dressed sharply, and despite the rain pouring down, nothing seems to be able to ruin his mood.)

Gray: “Yes, come on in. You two ARE my guests. You are guests of honor here in the AWA”

(From his limo, a shadow emerges, as it slowly reveals himself to be…an old man. You don’t know who this is, as Gray extends his hand, which the old man accept, to pull himself to his feet, then stays on them, as he holds himself up with his walking stick. You hear him speak: )

Man: “Come dear, Travis has been so kind to us tonight. Not only do we get to see HIM wrestle, we get to have a nice dinner as well…”

(Just who IS “him” you wonder, as he extends his hand, as another shadow appears, which Gray also extends his hand. Then, another hand, no two hands, with rings and bracelets on both grab a hold of them, as a woman is pulled out. She is wearing a nice, white dress, her hair, grayish, short hair that is somewhat curly, but somewhat covered up by a white, top hat she has.)

Woman: “Yes, thank you Mr. Gray. I can not wait to see our son do what he does best.”

Man: “yes, and it’s so long since we have seen him, so long since we really have had a chance to tell him of what we think of what he has done…”

Woman: “Yes, it’s been almost ten years since we last seen him. I guess him, being a big name and all, just never had time for little old us…”

Gray: “Somehow, that doesn’t surprise me…”

(Gray, and this man and woman then walk into the building as you wonder just WHO are they talking about.)

HS: “What was that all about? Who were those people?”

FJ: “You heard President Gray! They are his special guests and that should be enough for you. It is for me! I am sure he will tell ME, when he gets an opportunity. Now let’s focus on another great match that will take place tonight! In the most anticipated match of the night, we have the veteran Low facing the United States Champion “The Real Thing” L. J. Vacamas. This is the biggest challenge to date in the United States Champions AWA career. But as we have seen in the past, Vacamas has a way of rising to the occasion as of late.”

HS: “This is a wrestler that has proven to be one of the most cunning in the business with the management of Commissioner Dave Santini. Although I don’t like Vacamas methods, it has proven to be a formula for success as he is now the United States Champion.”

FJ: “The Blue Print holding the World Title and the United States Championship. This coupled with members past accomplishments leads to their claim to be the most decorated stable in the AWA.”

HS: “Wait Frank, I am told another Whisper has just arrived!”

(The scene fades in on a hallway. Whisper is walking on his way to his locker room when suddenly he bumps into 'The Southern Gentleman' Snakebite. Looking at Whisper, he smiles softly and then speaks...)

SB: (Loudly) “Well howdy boyh! How ya doing? Huh? What was that again? (Lowers his voice slightly) Look, I know you're trying to be POOOOHHHHH-lite and all by WHISPERING, but ya know that can be just as annoying as if you yelling and actin' all cantankerous and what not. Seriously, think about it. You say something, and no one catches it all. So then they ask you to repeat it. You then get all mad and go and yell it. Now you've done made a jackass out of yourself twice and there wasn't any need tat tall for it!

SB: Here..lemme, give you an example.

(At this point, Snakebite quickly and quietly whispers 'Fuck You' as he holds his middle finger pointing downwards.)

SB: Didn't hear that did ya boyh? Want me to repeat it? Course you do. Here goes...

(Turns his finger upwards and yells out 'FUCK YOU!!!' at the top of his lungs.)

SB: Now both cases were rather rude of me don't ya...

(And before he can finish his sentence, Whisper lashes out and connects with a vicious right. Snakebite backpedals a bit clutching his jaw. He laughs a bit and nods understandingly before speaking again...)

SB: See what I mean? That set you off didn't it? Rightly so. I'm glad we had this talk. Hope that everything is straightened out and that you now hear me loud and clear.

(At this point, Snakebite begins to walk away from Whisper. However, the fight is on! Whisper RAMS Snakebite into a wall as the punches begin to get exchanged between the two. Security arrives quickly on the scene and separates the two superstars.)

FJ: “Whisper and Snakebite mixing it up before their PPV match! It looks like these men are teed up and ready to do whatever it takes to prove that they are the better athletes. Snakebite is no gentleman! Did you hear the filth that came out of his mouth?”

HS: “I think these two strong personalities will not see the last of each other after this match. Snakebite and Whisper both have the potential to hold the AWA World Title. Who will advance to face Dark Warrior tonight is anyone’s guess? It is not by chance there are so many hoops to jump through to get to the champion. President Gray made this match and now that Mortis has advanced to team with Elimination Enterprise member Phoenix, I know that this pair is being watched closely.”

FJ: “I am getting World Champion is arriving as we speak!”

(The scene cuts to the back as we see the long black limo pulling to a stop at the entrance and Dark Warrior emerges with the title over his shoulder. He carries a duffle bag with his gear in it. The fans and press try to stop the champ to ask a few questions, but he is totally focused as he walks through them on his way to the arena entrance.)

HS: “The champion seems ready for his match no matter who he has to face tonight!”

FJ: “To open the show, we have a great match up! We have the new sensation Whisper facing the veteran and former Hardcore, United States, and Tag Champion Snakebite of Elimination Enterprises! We witnessed the altercation just moments ago in the hallway and now they have the opportunity to go at each other without the presence of the AWA security forces.”

HS: “What a barn burner we have in this match up? These two men are hot! President Gray has been trying to bury Snakebite for months now, but Snakebite continues to stymie the Gray and make his life a living hell!”

FJ: “You have to respect Snakebite’s resiliency, but I detest the man! President Gray is a great man and for him to treat him like..like..”

HS: “Like what man! Snakebite is one of the top wrestlers in this federation and President Gray has tried to kill his career! (Laughs) But the only thing he has come close to is to have the former Texas Outlaw send him a gift wrapped rattler that could have taken his life.”

FJ: “Well, now that he claims to be a “Southern” Gentleman, he is dragging all men of the South through the mud. They wouldn’t behave the way he did at the beginning of our show. Also they would pay President Gray his due respect, if not his adoration.”

(Whisper by Evanescence hits the speakers to a heels ovation. Whisper steps from the back wearing his usual white leather pants, coupled with a long white trench coat. He smiles at the jeers he receives and makes his way to ringside. He rolls into the ring and stands, seemingly enjoying the negative reaction. He slowly raises the microphone to his smiling lips and speaks.)

Whisper: Yes, yes, I love all of you, as well.

(The crowd continues their boos to Whisper. When they quiet slightly, Whisper continues.)

Whisper: A whisper is commonly used to spread secrets, and playing word games with my own name, I have some Secrets for you tonight at Powerslam. Secrets that will make this Pay Per View much more enjoyable...

(Whisper smirks.)

Whisper: ...for me.

(Whisper puts the mic to his side to allow the crowd to get their calls in. No point in trying to talk over them. When they start to quiet, whisper continues.)

Whisper: The louder you are, the longer I'll be out here, and this event doesn't start until I'm finished. So, please, do yourselves a favor for once, and be silent.

(This, of course, only makes them boo and jeer louder. Whisper continues regardless.)

Whisper: First, since the World Title match will probably be the worst match since... well, since Vacamas and Dark Warrior, let's talk about the Real Symbol of Humanity, LJ Vacamas. Tonight, he defends the US Title against Low. Now, other than my usual disdain for the qualities of humanity, Low doesn't cause me any problems. Whether he's philanthropic, or vindictive, or whatever he's change to tonight, he always manages to amuse me when he shows the constant idiocy of the future-former AWA US Champion. No matter what multi-syllable adjective he chooses after tonight, he's most likely be The Champion, Low. Good for him.

(Whisper mock-claps. The crowd gives mixed reactions.)

Whisper: Second, let's speak on Phoenix and Mortis against C-Rock and my friend, Javex. Javex seems to believe that I wasn't paying attention. He seems to believe that by not forcing him into a Cruiserweight title match with Misery, I've helped him. He speaks constantly as if he understands my intentions. What arrogance, Javex, but I can't fault you for that, after all, you're only human. Soon, you will see my intentions for what they really are, and then you will learn the pain of living. However, all animosity aside, the best of luck in your big match tonight Javex.

(Whisper smiles almost sadistically and walks over to the corner, leaning in the turnbuckle.)

Whisper: Speaking of lessons in life's pain, I'm reminded of my last, but certainly not biggest secret; The pain I will teach the "Southern Gentleman" in just a few moments. Just a few days ago, when he responded to my shot at his ability, he really made me think he was going to get to the point, but instead, he decided to have a drink. Perhaps I will take up drinking, Snakebite, if I'm ever unfortunate enough to have to deal with the likes of you... ever... again.

(“Back in the Saddle” by Aerosmith plays and Snakebite comes out on a horse drawn carriage with Nadia sitting by his side. The fans cheer loudly at the site of the AWA veteran.)

HS: “It’s the Southern Gentleman arriving in style! Look at that horse drawn carriage, he is the picture image of a Southern Gentleman!”

(As soon as the carriage comes to a halt, Snakebite exits and helps Nadia down. Once this is accomplished, Snakebite slides in under the bottom rope and the two men waist no time going after each other. They pick up the brawl where they left off in the hallway as the referee calls for the bell. Snakebite counters with a series of knife-edge chops driving Whisper backwards. Snakebite goes to whip Whisper toward the ropes only to have Whisper reverse it. Snakebite comes off the ropes and is caught with a high knee from Whisper. Snakebite goes down and Whisper jumps on him raining down blows. Snakebite rolls him over and delivers a few right hands of his own before climbing back to his feet. Whisper climbs up to his feet and the two men circle. Snakebite shoots in delivering a lariat clothesline that takes Whisper off his feet. Whisper climbs back up on his feet and is caught with a big right hand. Snakebite pulls him in for a gut-wrench but Whisper backdrops him to the mat. Whisper catches Snakebite in with an arm bar takedown. Whisper grounds Snakebite keeping the arm bar in place.)

FJ: “Pull his arm out of socket! Do it Whisper! Do it!”

(Snakebite struggles in the hold and eventually climbs to his feet despite Whispers attempts to keep him grounded. Snakebite sends a forearm to the jaw. Whisper is momentarily staggered and a savat kick puts him on the mat. Whisper staggers back up to his feet and is caught with an inverted atomic drop. Whisper is knock kneed clutching at his groin and is taken off his feet with a lariat. Snakebite goes to pulls Whisper up and delivers gutwrench suplex.)

HS: “Snakebite delivering a spurt of offense and Whisper is down!”

FJ: “Get up!”

(Snakebite pulls Whisper up and is about to hoist him up into a suplex, but Whisper drops down to one knee and delivers a low blow. Snakebite doubles over and Whisper whips him into the corner turnbuckles before charging in with a high knee. Whisper is moving a little slow as he recovers from the last assault from Snakebite, after he connects with the knee. Whisper unleashes a flurry of rights and lefts in the corner before delivering a Fisherman’s DDT. Whisper climbs to his feet and climbs the turnbuckles. He jumps off executing a shooting star press and connecting. The fans can’t help but react to the aerial acrobatics. The referee counts 1..2 and Snakebite immediately kicks out as Nadia, on the outside, urges him to kick out. Whisper complains to the referee about a slow count before he tosses Snakebite out of the ring. Whisper goes out and retrieves a chair as Snakebite is climbing back to his feet. Snakebite explodes forward with a savat kick as Whisper swings the chair. The chair slams back into Whisper’s face. The crowd reacts to the metal slamming into Whisper’s face. Whisper crumbles to the ground. Snakebite rolls Whisper back into the ring and picks up the chair as he slides in.)

HS: “It looks like Snakebite is going to use the metal chair! I am sure the referee will disqualify him if he does.”

(The referee stops Snakebite before he can use the chair by grabbing it. The referee jerks it out of his hands and slides it to the apron before turning back to scold Snakebite. As this is taking place, Whisper has struggled back to his rolled back to the outside to regain his composure. Snakebite goes over and slides out only to be met by a kick to the midsection before being whipped to into the guardrail. Whisper charges in with another high knee but Snakebite moves out of the way. Whisper connects with the unforgiving metal of the guardrail. He manages to keep from toppling over the top and clutches at his knee. Snakebite straightens him with a series of knife edge chops and whips him into the ring apron. Snakebite rolls into the ring as the referee is nearing the end of his count. Snakebite reaches over the ropes and pulls Whisper onto the apron. Snakebite brings him in with a Fisherman’s suplex. Snakebite wastes no time pulling him up and planting him again with a ddt.)

FJ: “Whisper is seeing stars!”

(Snakebite whips Whisper into the corner and muscles him up onto the turnbuckle.)

HS: “It is Venom Strike Time!”

(Snakebite climbs up onto the second rope and is caught with a thumb to the eye. Whisper delivers a series of heavy right hands before shoving Snakebite backwards. Whisper stands on the top rope and leaps off connecting with a corkscrew moonsault. The crowd reacts loudly to the move. Whisper uses the ropes to try to get the pin, but Snakebite kicks out on two once again.)

FJ: “Ohhh..so close! Whisper nearly had him that time!”

(Whisper climbs to his feet and begins to kick Snakebite as he gets to his feet. He locks up with him and goes to take him over but Snakebite manages to slip behind him. Snakebite executes a belly to back suplex without letting go and delivers three more before covering Whisper. The referee counts 1..2 and Whisper manages to kickout. Both men lay sucking air before they struggle to get to their feet.)

HS: “Snakebite almost added another victory to his credit!”

(Whisper crawls to the ring apron in an attempt to roll out of the ring, but Snakebite grabs him before he can. He manages to pull him up to his feet. Now Snakebite is in the ring and Whisper is on the other side of the ropes. A hot shot from Whisper sends Snakebite to the mat clutching his throat. Nadia urges her man on and this catches the attention of Whisper who begins to stalk her. He runs her down and grabs with both hands shaking her and yelling in her face. Snakebite has managed to drag himself up and slides out of the ring to make the save. But as he rounds the corner, Whisper shoves Nadia into him and slides into the ring. Snakebite goes to slide in and Whisper drops the elbow on him. A half nelson face buster puts Snakebite down. Whisper pulls Snakebite up and he connects with the feedback. Snakebite clutches at his neck as Whisper attempts the pin again. Snakebite kicks out and Whisper can’t believe it. He pulls Snakebite up and goes to whip him into the corner but is reversed. Whisper slams into the corner and Snakebite charges forward connecting with a huge lariat that has the crowd reacting.)

HS: “What impact!”

(Snakebite connects with the knife edge chops and a savat kick causing Whisper to sink to the mat. Snakebite rains down right hands before muscling him up on the top turnbuckle. Snakebite climbs up and the crowd roars. Soon both men are sailing through the air as Snakebite executes the Venom Strike! Snakebite covers 1..2..3!!)

FJ: “Damn it! I can’t believe Snakebite won that match!”

(The scene cuts to President Gray’s private box where he stands glaring down at the ring where Snakebite stands with his arm raised by the referee. He whips out his cell phone and begins talking in a rapid angry voice as the scene fades. Next we see, the locker room of G-Unit and Kahlill Kundalini in shambles. Both men are down and Rambo J stands over them with a menacing look. He has a metal pipe in his hand and his street clothes reveal that he had been in a tussle. He leaves the locker room and we see the Saints of Karma making their way down the hallway. Rambo J stands in the middle of the hallway with the metal pipe in hand forcing the tag team to stop. The ready themselves to take down the man with the pipe but suddenly Thunder comes out of now where leveling “The Enigma” Eddie de Soto from behind with the chair. Gabriel “Prince of Cats” catches Thunder with a spinning high kick to the head sending him down. Rambo J slams the metal pipe across the back of Gabriel dropping him. Thunder and Rambo J are chased off by the Fish and AWA security. The scene fades as AWA’s resident superhero glares after the two and holds his hands up to his face flapping them like gills.)

HS: “Wow! What is going on? Thunder and Rambo J just took out the two tag teams scheduled to meet next in the ring! I don’t know what would have happened, if the Fish hadn’t made the save?”

FJ: “I do, things would have gotten a lot uglier than they did in back. I guess those two just sent a message to the locker room that they are to be taken seriously.”

(The scene cuts back to the private box of President Gray.)

Man: “That was a wonderful match, Travis. You sure know are able to get and make talent. I wish we were that lucky…”

(The man sighs as Gray speaks, compassionately:)

Gray: “I know what you are thinking, and I assure you, not even I could really make him that talented. It was just pure luck on his part. I mean, there are some people who are talented to begin with, some who just need help bringing out their talent, and there are some who just simply, AREN’T talented…”

Woman: “Travis is right, Clark. He simply wasn’t talented to begin with, that’s not OUR fault. In fact, there is only one thing that is our fault and that is…”

Clark: “I know dear. But what is done is done. We have to live seeing our him every day until the day we die. We have to live in embarrassment just as the very mention of his name.”

(Travis nods his head, but speaks again, looking like he is trying to console them: )

Gray: “Don’t worry Jennifer, that won’t be a problem much longer. That embarrassment…shall soon be eliminated!”

Clark: “Finally!”

Jennifer: “Thank god. I mean, we tried to get rid of it long ago, thinking that if we just left it alone, it would soon just die off. Unfortunately, we were wrong and that embarrassment is still here, today…”

Gray: “Well, again, don’t worry. He’s an embarrassment to EVERYONE. Himself, his friends, everyone in his family, even to our company itself. But enough of that, let’s eat!”

(Gray call for the waiter, who pulls off the top of everyone’s plates revealing a HUGE steak. You can see all three mouths watering as Frank speaks again: )

Frank: “Looks good! I haven’t had steak in YEARS. We simply never had the money to buy any when HE arrived…”

Gray: “Figures, I didn’t think he’d even have the respect to send you money after all you did for him, the little ingrate. But what can you expect? He IS am embarrassments and embarrassments just keep causing more embarrassments…”

Both Frank and Jennifer nod. Jennifer speaks:

Jennifer: “I agree, but enough of this for now, as you said Travis, let’s finally EAT!”

(All three pick up their forks and begin to eat as things fade back to the ring. Things go back to the ring as ‘B.O.B.’ plays out to a mixed, but lively reaction of the crowd. Javes Valerius steps out to an even bigger reaction as he make shis way down to the ring: )

Announcer: “The following tag team match will be scheduled for one fall. The winners of this match will immediately face off, in which the winner of that match will face Dark Warrior for the world title tonight!”

(The crowd roars at this as the announcer continues: )

Announcer: “First, Ciudad Zacatecas, Zacatecas, Mexico, standing at five foot nine and weighing in at one hundred and ninety five pounds, he is a former hardcore and cruiserweight champion, Javex Vaaaaaaaaaaleriuuuuuuuuuuuuuus!!”

(The reaction only intensifies to this as Javex slides in the ring, holding his arms up. He looks very confident at what is at hand, as his music fades, and, ‘Make you look’ starts up to heat from the crowd as the former three time United States champion steps out and begins to make his way to the ring.)

Announcer: “Next, representing the Blue Print, he hails from Salt Lake City! He stands at 6’3, and weighs in at 255 pounds, a former television champion, a former IC champion and a former three time United States champion, C-ROCK!!!”

(C-Rock holds his arms out as his accomplishments are being announced to even MORE boos from the crowd. He and Javex then stare off at each other, knowing the tasks at hand, as his music fades, with it being replaced by ‘What if’ as the fans begin to cheer, with Phoenix stepping out to the ring: )

Announcer: “On the other half, first from Detroit Michigan, he stands at 6’5 and weighs 275 pounds. Representing Elimination Enterprises, this, is, PHOENIX!”

(Phoenix goes towards the ropes, jumps up on the ring apron, then holds his hands up, to another decent pop from the crowd. He then slides through the ring, as his music fades, and is then replaced by ‘Calling From Heaven’ to a HUGE pop from the crowd, as the former world champion steps out to the ring: )

Announcer: “And his tag team partner, he hails from Calgary, Alberta, Canada. A former Light Heavyweight champion, a former Hardcore Champion, a former Television Champion, a former United States Champion, former Tag team Champions, and former World Heavyweight champion, making him the second Grand Slam Champion, standing 6’1, and weighing it at 235 pounds, MORTIS VAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLEY!!”

(These announcements only intensify the cheers from the crowd as Mortis makes his way down to the ring. He looks at the ring inside, first at his partner, then at his opponents.)

Frank: “Yes, a FORMER everything and THAT is the way it is going to stay!”

Herb: “Can’t you be positive?!”

Frank: “Not with that INGRATE Mortis!”

Herb: “Ingrate or not, you have to hand it to him tonight. The odds are against him especially, with Gray, the Blue Print, the Enforcers, and the recent anniversary of Morticia’s death…”

Frank: “Sure sure, TRY and defend him. It won’t help him where he needs defense the most-the match!”

(Whisper by Evanescence plays as Whisper walks out of the back carrying a steel chair. The chair itself appears to have a fish-shaped dent in the seat. Whisper walks to ringside and opens the chair. He sits down, folds his hands in his lap, and just smiles.)

Herb: “What is Whisper doing out here?”

(Mortis is in the ring now, eyeing his opponents, all of them carefully as the others do the same. Phoenix and Javex then go to their opposing corners as the bell rings, with Mortis and C-Rock walking around one another. They lock up, with Mortis then getting an arm bar, but C-Rock pulling himself free, then goes for a clothesline, which Mortis ducks, then nails the turning C-Rock with a round house kick! Mortis then runs towards the ropes and brings C-Rock down with a spinning savate kick! He then pulls C-Rock up again, only for C-Rock to nail him with a stiff punch to the ribs, then force Mortis, running him back into the corner full force before he nails several shoulder thrusts into the ribs of Mortis in the corner. He then tags in Javex who , as C-Rock holds Mortis in the way, jumps up on the ropes and then off, nailing the trapped mortis in the face with a missile drop kick! Mortis falls as Javex quickly covers, 1.………but Mortis quickly kicks out! Javex pulls Mortis up, then throws him to the ropes, as he runs himself, with C-Rock tagging Javex on the shoulder, effectively tagging himself back in, as Javex comes back and nails Mortis with a running neck breaker! Suddenly you see C-Rock then run and nail Mortis with a running leg drop as Javex looks at C-Rock. The ref though, stops this from becoming anymore more but a look, as he makes Javex go back to his corner, as you see C-Rock look on a lay down sleeper onto Mortis!)

Frank: “That’s it, CHOKE HIM OUT!”

Herb: “Good strategy by C-Rock. Slow the match down so to use as little energy as needed in this match”

(C-Rock keeps applying the pressure onto the neck of Mortis, but Mortis doesn’t seem to give up. C-Rock continues on, but Mortis STILL does not want to give it up, as he tries to look for an escape. Suddenly, you see Javex run into the ring, bounce off the rope and nail a baseball slide right into Mortis’ face as he then quickly, with the ref yelling at him, makes his way back to his corner!)

Herb: “That may have knocked Mortis out right there! The lack of oxygen plus the sudden impact to his head would knock out nearly any man!”

(The ref runs over to Mortis to check, as he pulls Mortis’ hand up once. It drops. He pulls it up again. It drops a second time. The referee pulls Mortis hand up a third time, and just before it touches the mat Mortis comes alive! Phoenix pounds the turnbuckle cheering Mortis on and calling for the tag. Soon Phoenix jumps in the ring and delivers a kick to the back of the head of C-Rock stunning him. Phoenix leaves the ring. Mortis takes advantage of the situation and begins to elbow C-Rock several times in the face, as he gets to his feet, then nails C-Rock on his feet, with a well placed back kick to the ribs, breaking the hold, as Mortis turns around with a spinning elbow to the side of C-Rock’s head, as well as several stiff punches to the ribs and face of C-Rock, that brings him down to his knees! Mortis then runs, bounces off the ropes and brings C-Rock down HARD with a spinning wizard to the back of C-Rocks head! HE then covers, barely getting a good cover, 1.………………………2.……….but Javex breaks up the count! Phoenix charges into the ring and delivers a big right hand to Javex. Javex fires back and the referee quickly intervenes. He drives Phoenix out of the ring threatening to throw out the match. Mortis stands up as Javex grabs a hold of him and brings him down with a snap suplex! Javex then runs over to the ropes, pointing at Mortis, as he jumps at top, and leaps off for a senton bomb only for Mortis to have moved out of the way, with Javex crashing below! Mortis begins to stand up, but just as he is about to do so, you suddenly see C-Rock grab him from behind and bring him down with a release German Suplex, as Mortis is folded up like an accordion. C-Rock then suddenly goes to the top, an area unusual for the big man, before he leaps off and SPLASHES MORTIS IN THE BACK WITH A HUGE FROG SPLASH! He turns Mortis over to HUGE boos from the crowd as he covers, 1.……………………….2.…………..but Mortis kicks out!)

Herb: “You have to give it to Mortis, he is showing a lot of heart, something, maybe the only thing that may help him get through the rest of the night!”

Frank: “Heart, smart, it won’t do him ANY good soon enough when his body gives through and if Dark Warrior gets to him, he’ll rip that heart out and step on it!”

(C-Rock pulls Mortis, as he holds him up almost for an atomic drop but way over his shoulder as you see Javex, up now, launch off the top rope, nailing Mortis with a flying guillotine kick, as C-Rock then turns Mortis around and brings the former world champ down with a power slam! Phoenix is back in ring and catches Javex with a superkick. Javex flies backward and is stunned by the blow to the head. A fireman’s carry into a spinebuster lays him out on the mat. The referee once again forces Phoenix to his corner. Javex then gets in his corner as C-Rock tags him in again, with C-Rock holding Mortis, and nails him with a vicious punch to the ribs!)

Herb: “Great strategy from C-Rock and Javex as they have totally isolated Mortis. This also can only make C-Rock stable mate, Dark Warrior, happy, as they are taking a lot out of Mortis in just his first match.”

Frank: “Smartly staying away from the slaughter!”

(You see C-Rock then nail Mortis again in the ribs, doubling him over, as Javex has already climbed to the top rope, then brings Mortis down with a VICIOUS top rope neck breaker! He covers, 1.……………………..2.……but Mortis still kicks out! Phoenix goes after C-Rock and catches him with a flying clothesline that sends him out of the ring. Phoenix quickly goes back to his corner shouting for Mortis to make the tag. Javex pulls Mortis up again, as he sets him up as if for another suplex, but as he does so, Mortis turns around in mid air, and lands behind Javex as he suddenly grabs Javex, then flips him over for a dragon suplex! He holds on though, and amazingly pulls Javex up and brings him down for ANOTHER! He doesn’t stop there though, as he holds Javex up yet again, and brings him down for a third, release Dragon Suplex as you see Javex bounce off his head! C-Rock races in the ring, goes for a clothesline, but Pheonix jumps into the ring nailing him with a drop kick to the ribs, then a belly to belly suplex which sends him to the other side of the ring. The referee sends Phoenix out of the ring as Mortis catches C-Rock climbing to his feet with a drop kick to his knees having C-Rock fall to a sitting position before he runs, bounces off the ropes and nails C-Rock flush in the face with another dropkick to a HUGE pop from the crowd!)

Herb: “An unbelievable set of moves. Mortis right there mixed up two of his patented maneuvers, which makes you know he can ALWAYS keep you guessing!”

Frank: “Yeah, but look at him. He has done all that, and look how much energy he has expended! He is trying to stay in the ring without considering making a tag to his partner! You see what President Gray has been saying about him all along. He is a glory hound!”

Herb: “Come on Frank, Mortis is trying to advance to a World Title match! That is the only thought he probably has on his mind.”

(Mortis stands up again as you see he is a bit worn down, but goes over to Javex, who is still down. He pulls Javex up, but suddenly Javex rolls him up for a small package, 1.…………………………..2.……..but Mortis rolls it over, 1.……………………………......2.…………but Javex kicks out! Javex and Mortis both get up to their feet. Mortis goes for another round house kick, but Javex catches it, then throws Mortis over, but Mortis lands on his feet and goes for a short arm clothesline, only for Javex to duck, jump and bring Mortis down with a jumping, neck breaker! He covers, 1.……………………………......2.……but Mortis kicks out! Suddenly, you hear a loud roar now, as you see Phoenix, obviously VERY tired of the long wait, getting up on the turnbuckle. He then begins to climb up, as if waiting for Javex to stand up, but before he can do so, you suddenly see C-Rock, run at him full force and SHOVE him off, as you see Phoenix fly down to the guard rail below with a LOUD crash!)

Herb: “No!”

Frank: “Yes! Phoenix is back out of the equation leaving this match to basically be a two on one DESTRUCTION of Mortis!”

(C-Rock and Javex look at each other with a smile, as Javex begins to climb to the top. C-Rock looks to be pulling Mortis up, for the regulator, as Javex looks to be ready to hit some sort of top rope maneuver. However, as C-Rock is about to hit the regulator, suddenly, you see Mortis nail him in the ribs with a quick punch, stunning him, then pulls his legs out from under him, leans back and catapults him RIGHT INTO JAVEX! Javex lands on the top turnbuckle HARD, then falls out of the ring, as C-Rock comes back, dazed, into a kick and then a MVD by Mortis who holds him down, 1.……………………………..........2.……………………….3, Mortis and Phoenix win!)

Frank: “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

(Whisper folds up the chair and slides into the ring. He lifts the chair above his head and charges Javex. Javex notices the charge and knocks Whisper into last Tuesday with a huge dropkivk! Whisper and the chair clatter to the mat. Javex grabs Whisper by the hair to pull him up, Whisper sends his arm up between the legs of Javex, doubling him over. Whisper, shaking cobwebs, opens the chair, half-nelsons Javex, and lands a huge face buster onto the seat! In the same beat, Whisper rolls to one side, out of the ring and to the floor. The referee checks on Javex as Whisper makes his way to the back.

Herb: “Wow! Whisper just took Javex out! But look in there, Mortis has done it! At least one match thus far! He is one match closer to getting the world title around his waist once more!”

Clark: “This is the best steak I have EVER had! IT definitely makes me regret one of our past actions, as had that not happened, we might have been able to afford that!”

Jennifer: “Dear, there is no might, we would have definitely been able to afford it then…”

(Gray smiles a bit, in which suddenly you see Dave Santini, with security walk into the dining room. Gray stands up, as Dave walks over and whispers into his ear. Gray nods, then looks at his guest and speaks: )

Gray: “If you excuse me, I have some business to attend to during the next match…”

Clark and Jennifer merely grunt or such in response as Gray, Dave and security all leave

Frank: “Maybe he is one match closer, but that looks to be about all, LOOK!”

(You hear Frank chuckling as you see Mortis stand up, only to suddenly be brought down by a clothesline from Dave Santini! All the men from his security begin to stop on Mortis to HUGE heat as Gray just smiles at all of this, evilly. Mortis is then pulled up, in which Dave, equalizer in hand, sinks it hard into the ribs of Mortis, who falls to his knees. Mortis tries to stand up again, obviously hurt but wanting to fight, only for all the security to hold Mortis up, allowing Dave to slap Mortis across the face with authority! The ref looking at Mortis concerned, with Gray suddenly getting in the ring, mic in hand.)

Gray: “Start the match.”

( Gray slams the microphone into Mortis’s face repeatedly while the security team holds him. Santini stands with his arms folded laughing as President Gray has busted him open. The ref says no, Mortis can’t compete like that in which Gray, annoyed by this, grabs the ref by his collar and yells in his face: )

Gray: “I said…START THE MATCH, OR YOUR ASS IS FIRED AND I WILL MAKE SURE YOU WILL NEVER WORK IN THIS COUNTRY EVER AGAIN!”

(The ref, fearing for his job and his life, starts the bell as Gray smiles to HUGE heat. Suddenly, Phoenix slides into the ring with a metal chair and Santini and the rest of the security scatter out of the ring. President Gray on the outside scowls at Phoenix and points at him as they walk to the back!)

Herb: “Why that low life, and I don’t mean Low!”

Frank: “Hey, the ref was disobeying HIS orders so Gray only put him into place!”

Herb: “This does not look good folks…”

(Mortis is laid out in the middle of the ring, as Phoenix drops the chair to the outside and has no choice but to start the match. He looks conflicted and he asks the ref if they are in a match, in which the ref nods, sadly that they are. Phoenix seems to hear though all he wants to as a title shot is on the line. He then slowly inches his way to the motionless Mortis, then drapes a shoulder over him, 1.……………………………..................2.……………………………............3-no! Mortis kicks out at the LAST second!)

Frank: “I can’t believe this!”

Herb: “I told you, no matter what, Mortis has a lot of heart! He has to with everything that has, and is going to happen!”

(Phoenix seems mildly surprised, but he quickly makes his way up the turnbuckle. He then points to Mortis as he leaps off for the Ashes to Ashes, but Mortis moves out the way! Phoenix though rolls through and as Mortis slowly gets up, nails Mortis with a side kick which bounces him off the ropes, right into a spinning belly to belly suplex! He covers, 1.………………………..2.……..Mortis kicks out! Phoenix pulls Mortis up again, then throws him into the ropes and as Mortis comes back, plants him with a spine buster! He pulls Mortis up again, knees him in the ribs, as Mortis falls almost to one knee from just this blow, pulls him up and brings him down with a pile-driver, only to hold on, pull him up again, hook his arms and then bring Mortis’ head crashing down yet again with a double underarm sit out pile-driver! He covers, 1.……………………………...2.…………Mortis kicks out again!)

(Phoenix seems a bit annoyed now, as he pulls Mortis up yet again. He then throws Mortis full force into the ropes, as Mortis nails it chest first! Phoenix then runs, and splashes Mortis in it, then, as Mortis takes few steps back, grabs him by the head, jumps up on the turnbuckle and slams his head down for the Final Flight! He covers yet again, 1.……………………………........2.……………….foot on the rope by Mortis! Phoenix hooks that leg, 1.……………………………..........2.………………………..kick out by Mortis!)

(Phoenix stands up again, as he pulls Mortis up, then rams his face into the turnbuckle, over and over before he suddenly begins to ram him into the STEEL as you hear LOUD boos despite Phoenix allegiance!)

Frank: “YES!”

Herb: “Phoenix wants to win this, with or without the fans support! And look at Mortis, he is busted wide open now! This isn’t good for his chances to win later tonight…”

Frank: “Like he will MAKE IT THAT FAR!”

(Mortis falls down, holding the ropes to hold him up, as Phoenix then knees him in the back of the head. Mortis falls down, as Phoenix covers, 1.…………………………2.…………..but Mortis puts his foot on the rope again! Phoenix pulls Mortis up again. He then puts him up, as if for an atomic drop, but instead places him up top the ropes. He then climbs up himself, smiling, knowing the end is near. He then pulls Mortis up, as if for a double underarm DDT!)

Frank: “It’s going to be a Fiery Retribution from the top!”

Herb: “If he hits it, this match is OVER no matter what!”

(Phoenix leaps off, trying to pull Mortis with him, but as he does so, Mortis suddenly moves his weight around, behind Phoenix, as Phoenix flies face first into the mat, with Mortis on top, as Mortis, whom has fallen with him, suddenly locks on the Extreme Machine Crippiler Cross-Wing!)

Herb: “He reversed it!”

Frank: “God damn it!”

(Phoenix tries to fight out of it, shakes his head no to the ref on whether he wants to tap out. He continues to shake his head no as he tries to inch his way to the ropes. He gets closer and closer, as the fans are all on their feet, with Mortis, crimson mask and all, pulling as far back as he can, with Phoenix, trying to get to the ropes, but his face turning blue and his movement getting slower and slower, until, about two inches away, his arm just drops as the ref checks on Phoenix, lifting his arm up, sees it drop as if he were dead, and rings the bell immediately to HUGE cheers from the fans!)

Herb: “Mortis did it again! Busted, and bleeding, bones possibly broke and worn down, but he continues on!”

Frank: “GRRR…hahahahah! That’s right, he DOES continue on, to a totally FRESH Dark Warrior who is going to, as he said do one of three things to Mortis. Make his quit, make him retire, or make him DIE!”

Herb: “You don’t actually believe that will happen, do you?”

Frank: “Of course! Look at Mortis now, and…”

(Suddenly, as Mortis is holding his arms up in victory, he gets to his feet, only to turn around and be brought down with a face shot from the equalizer by Dave Santini to insanely huge heat! Fans are throwing trash everywhere as Dave holds the equalizer up over the fallen, bloody Mortis, with a smug look on his face, almost laughing now!)

Frank: “Like I said, LOOK AT MORTIS NOW! He is bloody and beaten, laid out in a pool of his OWN BLOOD and he now has to go against the BEST in the business tonight! He, his career, his life even ,is OVER!”

Herb: “That asshole Dave Santini! He has no right to do that….but, unfortunately Frank, you may be right. This may very well be THE end of Mortis tonight, and that is if he can even pull it all together and make it to his match later on. His odds, do not look good at all, and Dark Warrior’s, after all this, his odds just went up drastically…”

Frank: “Next up, we have a great match as two new sensations are in the ring to prove themselves to the AWA faithful.”

Herb: “I can’t believe President Gray has given “Sadistic” Sean Steele an opportunity to shine here tonight. Steele won the Rookie Brawl to earn a shot against the Television Champion or “Mr. Television” as he has dubbed himself, Drake Hyde!”

Frank: “You have to be careful what you ask for in the AWA. “Sadistic” wanted to be a prime time player and was booked into a three-way with the man we just seen in action Mortis Valley. He lost that match to the returning AWA veteran. But President Gray obviously liked the kids confidence and booked him twice. He will either live up to his words or not. I don’t think President Gray will be very happy, if he doesn’t.”

("If your gonna be Dumb" by Roger Alan Wade plays and out comes “Sadistic” Sean Steele. He wears his day to day clothing consisting jeans, boots, a self promoting T-shirt (which is usually downright insulting towards self), he doesn't have much muscles. He always has a three-day growth beard on his face and downright messy hair. He receives a mixed reaction from the fans as he makes his way to the ring.)

Herb: “This should be a great match up between these two men. The winner will be propelled in the rankings.”

(“Surefire” by Econoline Crush plays as “Tremendous” Logan Tremain walks out to a favorable reaction from the fans. Tremain wears a black sleeveless shirt with lightning streaking across it and the AWA logo on the front. He wears black pants with blue lightning down the sides. Logan usually has on blue sunglasses when he’s not in the ring. He has short black hair and is always clean-shaven. He plays to the fans getting a cheer before running to the ring. He climbs into the ring and soon the match is started.)

Frank: “Here we go!”

(The two men lock up and struggle for the advantage. Logan connects with a series of hard chops driving Steele backwards. Steele retaliates with a knee lift to the midsection before taking him over with a snap suplex. Steele pulls Logan up and goes for a second only to have it blocked. Logan takes Steele over with his own snap suplex and both men get up wearily sizing up each other. Steele challenges Logan to a test of strength when he reaches for the hand Steele sends the knee to the midsection. An inverted suplex plants Logan on the mat. Steele delivers a stomp to the side of the face and Logan writhes in pain. Steele pulls Logan up and is caught by a big right hand. Another right from the angered Logan dazes Steele, Logan whips him into the ropes delivering a huge spinebuster! Logan waits for Steele to climb to his feet and executes a belly to back suplex. Logan executes an arm drag into an arm bar as Steele attempts to get to his feet.)

Frank: “Tremain putting on a clinic for the moment. I guess that kick to the side of the face pissed him off?” (Chuckles)

(A double axe-handle across the back of Steele as he once again climbs to his feet. Logan executes a swinging neckbreaker before pulling Steele up and whipping him into the ropes. Logan telegraphs his next move and is caught by the knee lift that has him reeling. A lariat clothesline from Steele sends Logan down. Steele wastes no time and applies the Boston crab to the him. Logan quickly fights his way to the ropes. Steele releases the hold immediately showing some good sportsmanship. But doesn’t allow Logan to get upright before attacking with some stiff right hand shots. Steele delivers a stun gun over the top rope Logan staggers around clutching at his throat before Steele hits him with a tornado DDT. Steele hurries to the corner and climbs up onto the top turnbuckle. He leaps off going for the elbow drop. But Logan rolls out of the way causing Steele to slam into mat. Steele climbs to his feet holding his injured arm but Tremain was waiting for him.)

Herb: “Tremain is setting up for something big! Look out Steele!”

(Logan pulls Steele in and plants him with the Tremendous-plex! The referee drops down and counts 1…2…3!)

Frank: “It is over! Tremain has just eclipsed Steele’s spotlight! This guy has a bright future. He will surely be facing stiffer competition in the future.”

Herb: What a great match we just had, and, what’s that, I have heard we are about to get a word with Mortis. What has to be on his mind now? He’s gotten through two matches, but he looks to be badly hurt, the toll of those two matches, already taken it’s affect.

Frank: I hope it’s to GIVE UP like Warrior said. Mortis isn’t a threat at all, and with him already wrestling twice, it just makes him dog meat for Warrior!

Herb: Can’t you EVER be nice?!

(Things fade to the back, where you see Mortis, standing there, holding his arm a big gingerly. You can see on his face, he is pretty tired, but still looks very determined. A woman walks up to him, one you have never seen before, a microphone in her hand: )

Woman: “Hi, I am Verenta Martin. I have just a few questions to ask you Mortis. You have made it through two matches, how does it feel?”

(Mortis looks at her with a look as if to say ‘what do you think it feels like’. Verenta sees this and continues on: )

Verenta: “Uhhh, yeah. Okay, Mortis, my question. You have already; had two matches, and you are hurt pretty bad. The odds are against you, between Gray and company, the matches you already had, and even, with all that has happened to you mentally with Morticia.”

Mortis: “Yeah, I’m hurt, but that hasn’t stopped me before. And yeah, the odds are against me, but that hasn’t stopped me either. All it does, is motivate me to once again show everyone, just why I am the best damn wrestler, in the world, TODAY!”

Verenta: “But what about Morticia?”

(Mortis looks at her somewhat coldly before responding: )

(Mortis: “What about Morticia? Yeah, I know my mind hasn’t been on the ring the entire time. Maybe that’s a mistake. Maybe it will cost me. I doubt it, but it just might. But, I did what I felt had to be done, and if it costs me, so be it.)

(Verenta nods in agreement before she speaks again: )

Verenta: “Okay, then the next question is, what are your thoughts on the recent actions taken by Drake Hyde and company?”

(Mortis pauses for a moment, then raises his finger as if to speak when suddenly you hear a somewhat familiar voice: )

Clark: “Hold on there!”

(Clark and Jennifer walk into the scene as Mortis looks at this, with a weird look. It’s a look of some surprise, but also, some disgust. Clark continues: )

Clark: “So this is it, huh, SON?”

Herb: SON?!?!?

Frank: They’re Mortis’ parents?!?!?!

Jennifer: “Yes, so this is the life you said ten years ago to us, was so great. A life that has left you finically broke, has killed your wife, has made you a slave to Mr. Travis Gray, and just overall proved what we always said you were-a failure!”

(You hear the crowd boo this HEAVILY. No one can believe that one’s own PARENTS are saying this on national TV for that matter. Clark and Jennifer seem unfazed as Clark speaks out: )

Clark: “Yes, unlike us, you were, and are a FAILURE. You’re an embarrassment son. You ruined the good Valley name, with getting into this nonsense. And for what son, huh, tell me, what was it for? So you could get hurt all the time like right now? So you could let that bitch that you called a wife, DIE?”

(Mortis looks at him, his eyes narrowed. You can’t believe this, but mortis looks like he is about to explode against his own FAMILY. And who can blame him? His father doesn’t stop though: )

Clark: “Don’t get me that look young man! Last time you did that, was ten years ago, when you were a no-good punk at the age of fifteen, and I knocked your lights out! And then before that, and before that, and even before that, since you were four years old! And I’ll do it again right now!”

(Mortis looks at him with an icy glare, before he speaks: )

Mortis: “Well…DAD, I agree, you did knock my lights out, but it wasn’t the FIRST time that happened. See dad, unlike what you and mom think, I actually did MAKE something of myself. Through hard work, a lot of sweat, a lot of tears, and surely a lot of bloodshed I made a NAME for myself. And that’s surely a lot more then you ever did sitting at home, drinking that bottle like you did for the past THIRTEEN YEARS!”

(Mortis’ dad looks enraged. At least now you know where Mortis got his temper from. His mom tries to pull him back: )

Jennifer: “No Clark, let him go! Let’s watch him get knocked out by Dark Warrior, for his foolish thoughts, beliefs and dreams, just like you did to him ten years ago!”

(Mortis speaks to her: )

Mortis: “Mom, let me say this. Yeah, I DID get knocked out ten years ago by my own father. Yeah, I DID lose that fight. And hell, maybe I WILL lose this fight tonight, but you know something, both of you? Just like back then, I am willing to fight no matter WHO is against me or how high the odds are stacked and no matter what happens, I will still be PROUD of myself at the end!”

(Mortis looks to leave and begins to walk towards the entranceway. He pauses, as he speaks, not even looking their way: )

Mortis: “But you know something? I guess the old saying is right. Some things…never change…”

(Mortis walks off as you see Clark, looking VERY pissed off at what he feels is disrespect from his son. Jennifer keeps trying to cool him down: )

Jennifer: “It’s alright, it’s not like he was EVER special to us anyhow…”

Clark: “You know, you’re right. Besides, after all these years, it’s not like I expected him to do anything that we’d be actually PROUD of…”

(The crowd boos this statement even LOUDER than before, as things go back to the announcing booth.)

Frank: !!!

Herb: That, truly, has to be the saddest thing I have ever heard. Those two, are DESPICABLE human beings!

Frank: And what about some of the things Mortis has done? Huh?

Herb: Frank, for once in my life, I am actually UNDERSTAND why Mortis is the way he is, good or bad. He has had to fight ALL his life, even against his own family it seems, just to defend himself. It’s a wonder he’s as ‘good’ so to speak, that he is now.

(The house lights dim...an eerie red spot shines on the ring as a cloud of smoke begins to surround it. ANARCHY X begins playing over the house speakers. Suddenly, the lights in the arena go dark for a split second...a bright white spot cuts through the din of the smoke to reveal MyNdKrYmE standing in the ring awaiting his next victim. He has shoulder length dirty blonde hair and matching dirty blonde goatee. He has a very athletic yet built-up, bulky body. His upper torso and face are slightly burned due to an incident when a little kid. He wears a net-like long sleeve shirt and black pants with the word ''MyNd'' going down the right leg and ''KrYmE'' going down the left leg, all in burning dark red letters and simple black boots. The fans greet him with a mixed reaction.)

HS: “Another opportunity for some new talent to shine on Powerslam! MyNdKrYmE is in the ring and ready to face Zantos Kell! This one promises to be brutal as falls count anywhere and there is no DQ.”

(“Suffocate” by Finger Eleven is heard and out walks Zantos Kell. Kell is tall and fairly evil looking. Wide, huge shoulders run up into a thick neck with massive, muscle noted arms running from the bulk shoulders. Kell’s eyes are dark green and his hair a light mahogany brown, which wears long and keeps tied in a ponytail. He also wears a neatly trimmed goatee beard. In the ring Kell wears a simple pair of heavy wrestling boots over jeans, and a black t-shirt. Heavy, plastic covered elbow pads and kneepads protect his joints from damage. His hands and forearms are covered in heavily padded gloves.)

FJ: “Look at the size of these two men! My goodness Kell is standing 6’ 11” and MyNdKrYmE is 6’ 5” and 305lbs! I would hate to be caught between these two men!”

(The two men are inside the ring and the match begins. The two men exchange punches and MyNdKrYmE ducks under the next blow. He connects with a clothesline from hell sending Kell to the mat. Kell climbs back to his feet and is whipped to the ropes. He comes off and catches MyNdKrymE with a big boot to the face sending him to the mat. The big man pulls Myndkryme up and delivers an inverted DVD. Myndkryme uses the ropes to pull himself up and Kell comes charging in. He backdrops him over the top rope to the outside.)

HS: An ugly spill for the big man!

(Myndkryme climbs through the ropes to the ring apron. As Kell climbs back to his feet, Myndkryme jumps off delivering a clothesline from hell and driving Kell to the cement. Myndkryme whips Kell into the metal guardrail and begins to lay in the punches. Kell is dazed as Myndkryme backs up and delivers a big boot toppling him over the guardrail. Myndkryme climbs over the rail and Kell climbs up to his feet. Myndkryme attempts to catch him with another right hand, but Kell catches him by the neck and hoists him for a chokeslam on the hard cement! Kell staggers backwards after the move and picks up a metal chair. Myndkryme manages to get to his feet and as Kell is cocking back with the chair, he spears him to the ground.)

FJ: Wow! This match has already been grueling in the opening minutes!

(The crowd is cheering wildly as both men are down. Soon, both men are stirring trying to climb back to their feet. Myndkryme grabs the chair and drives it into the big mans midsection. He then drops the chair and executes a reverse ddt onto the chair.)

HS: “Ouch! I don’t know if he can recover from that one.”

(Myndkryme covers the referee counts 1..2 and Kell kicks out with authority! Both men begin to climb to their feet, Myndkryme goes for a kick but Kell catches his leg and delivers the Sweet Kiss Goodnight! Myndkryme is down as the big man staggers away up the stairs.)

FJ: “What is Kell doing?”

(Kell reaches the top of the stairs and as Myndkryme climbs to his feet. Kell taunts him begging him on before he exits through the archway leading to the main hallway of the arena. Myndkryme charges up the stairs with abandon and walks cautiously through the arch. A wooden chair splinters against the wall as Myndkryme narrowly ducks under Kell’s attack. Myndkryme drives the knee to his already tender abdomen and delivers a dominator onto the polished tile floor. Kell is downed and busted open. Myndkryme pulls Kell up and is setting him up for KrYmE Bomb, when suddenly Blue and Rawstarr emerge through the arch behind Myndkryme with metal chairs in their hands. Blue and Rawstarr connect with a con-chair-to smashing both sides of his head at the same time with the chairs. Myndkryme crumples to the floor. The NPD members deliver chair shots to both Kell and Myndkryme. Both men are worn down by the chair shots, blue picks up Myndkryme and delivers a blue driver onto the floor. The big man Kell is struggling up to his feet and the NPD members rush him gorilla press slamming him onto Myndkryme. The two men leave satisfied that match is over as the referee drops to make the count.)

HS: “The NPD has just disrupted this match! I can’t believe this!”

(The referee’s hands hit the floor 1..2…a kickout by Myndkryme!! The NPD have disappeared confident that the deed was done. Leaving the two battered men alone on the cold floor trying to clear their heads to mount their offense.)

FJ: “Those thugs NPD nearly ruined this match! When is someone going to do something about them? But look at those two, the determination burning in them won’t allow this match to end because of them!”

( Kell is the first to his feet as Myndkryme is on one knee. Kell’s large hand shoots out and grabs him by the throat. He goes to hoist him but his battered back and midsection can’t hoist the large man. Myndkryme takes the opportunity to land a series of punches to his battered ribs and his grasp weakens. He breaks free and delivers blow after blow into the ribs causing him to double over in pain. He delivers an Operation: MyNdKrYmE onto a nearby chair that is lying on the floor. A sickening crunch as Kell’s face and head connects with the metal. Myndkryme covers 1…2..3!)

HS: “Oh my what a finish!”

(Myndkryme has his hand raised in victory as Kell’s blood stains the metal chair under him. Myndkryme staggers away from the referee disappearing down the hall.)

(I had thought about bringing Aaron Matthewson back this PPV, but I'd rather set the stage for his return at the NEXT PPV if that's cool with you.)

The titan-tron flashes to life with shots of burning fires raging unchecked. Then we see a very blurry montage of various matches in the not so distant AWA history. Unfortunately, the shots are so blurry that we can't make out the combatants. Over the blurred shots we hear the distorted voice of a news reporter covering a headline story about a tragic accident involving...and then the voice becomes unintelligible.

As the shot flashes with more blurry images of this person, it ends with a silhoutted shot of him as he walks down a tunnel. Words in firey decal go underneath the man that read:

ONE JOURNEY COMES TO AN END ANOTHER ONE BEGINS...

*The cage is now being lowered down over the ring as we get ready for the match between Viper and Thunder. The AWA ring crew is in place as soon as the ring hits the ring and they hurriedly fasten the cage to the ring and then get out of site. We then go back to the shot of the announce table with Frank Jackson and Herb Summers.

FRANK: Well, it looks like we’re going to have a cage match as the what, fifth match of the Pay Per View. How many matches do we have?

HERB: A lot, I think.

FRANK: Isn’t a cage match usually like a main event, or at least a special enough stipulation to take place between two mid card wrestlers? Why are we wasting a cage on these two rookies?

HERB: I guess they just REALLY wanted to face each other in a cage.

FRANK: Yeah, well I REALLY wanted a place in the Paige line, but I didn’t get it now did I.

HERB: You didn’t? Damn man, sucks to be you. I got in line, TWICE!

FRANK: WHAT!!! How’d.. Why.. Did... How’d you get in line, and I didn’t? I asked Dark Warrior if he’d mind and he said if he saw me in line, he’d have my head.

HERB: HA!! You asked Dark Warrior, there’s your first problem. I asked Drake.

FRANK: Why that... HEY whatta ya know, we have a REALLY exciting cage match tonight folks.

HERB: Ha, what happened to wasting a cage on two rookies.

FRANK: Rookies!? Why, Cobra and Lightening are GREAT wrestlers. Real cream of the crop they are.

HERB: Yeah, and hey, you care SO much about them, you even got their names kind of close to being right. Try Viper and Thunder Frank. But hey, I can see you’re obviously pained by the previous topic, missing your place in line for Paige and all, but hey, there’s still quite some time before Suavio has to relinquish control of her. So go talk to Drake, Suavio, or Super Balls. I’m sure any of those three will let you have a spot in line.

FRANK: Shut up already. That kind of talk has no place on a family program such as the AWA. We have a cage match to call you jack ass.

HERB: Yeah, now that’s true family entertainment Frank, and look, here comes our first wrestler.

*”Super Beast” begins to play as out comes Thunder from behind the curtain. Thunder tries to get the crowd riled up by taunting them, but he doesn’t get too much of a reaction from the waiting crowd. Thunder makes it to the ring, and the ref begins checking his tights and boots. After being checked by the ref, Thunder makes it up the steps, through the cage door, and finally into the ring. Thunder begins testing the ropes as he awaits his opponent Viper. “Down With The Sickness” begins to play as Viper comes out from behind the curtain, he too tries to taunt the crowd to get some sort of a reaction out of them, but still, the crowd doesn’t give in to the taunts of the current wrestlers.

HERB: What is it with all the wrestlers trying to be all bad, mean and eeeeeevil?

FRANK: Well, it’s thought by many that it’s easier to make a name in the wrestling world as a heel than it is as a face.

HERB: Yeah, what ever.

FRANK: Well, it’s easier to get booed than it is to get cheered.

HERB: Yeah, riiiight, and these two are proving that so well. Duckter Evil was a better heel.

FRANK: Um... He-

HERB: Ya know, I miss those epic battles between Super Balls and Duckter Evil. Now that was a classic case of good vs. evil. The AWA’s FIRST Super Hero against the AWA’s FIRST Super Villain.

FRANK: Um... I thought I was supposed to be the one who wasn’t interested in this match?

HERB: So don’t be interested.

FRANK: Well, one of us has to call the match, and you’re obviously off in la-la land thinking about Super Balls and Disco Duck.

HERB: Multi-tasking Frank, it’s called multi-tasking. Now you go on ahead, go get you a place in line, and I’ll take care of calling this match.

FRANK: Really?

HERB: Yeah, really, go on now. Hey, when it’s your turn, be sure to tell Paige I said hi, OK Frank.... Frank? Where’d he go?

*Go he did. Frank is gone, not to be seen anywhere.

HERB: Well, now that he’s gone, I can REALLY call this match. Viper and Thunder in the ring now, and the ref is locking the door now.

*Back to the ring we go now as the bell is sounded. Viper and Thunder rush at each other like a couple of hungry tigers. Viper tries to go for a lock up, but Thunder take shim over with a hip toss. Viper is back up fast though and rushes in again. Again Thunder sends Viper over with a hip toss. Viper rolls with the toss and comes back up to his feet only to get caught by Thunder with a clothesline. Thunder begins to pull Viper up, but Viper throws his arms up to break Thunder’s hold on him. Viper then pushes Thunder back into the ropes and catches him on the rebound with a hard right hand. The hard right staggers Thunder back into the ropes again and Viper rocks him with another right. Thunder answers back this time with a right of his own this time.

HERB: And now Thunder and Viper moving away from wrestling and resorting to brawling with a steady flow of punches.

*Thunder is mounting a steady offensive flow of punches against Viper, but a block from Viper stops the steady of flow and the advantage goes back to Viper. Viper catches Thunder with two rights in a row, and then another, and another, and... Now Viper sends Thunder across the ring with an irish whip. On the way back, Viper leaves his feet, jumping onto Thunder with a Lou Thez press followed by a flurry of right hands. The ref pulls Viper off of Thunder and this allows Thunder to get to his feet.

HERB: Both men back up now.

*Viper and Thunder lock up in the middle of the ring and it turns into a pushing match as each one tries to prove their dominance. First it’s Thunder with the slight weight advantage who pushes Viper back a couple of steps. Then it’s Viper with the push, taking Thunder back a couple of steps. Thunder answers back, and it just continues on until both men end up in the ropes. Both me break off the lock up and take a few steps back from each other. They begin circling each other.

HERB: So far this match has been a back and forth stale mate, and amazingly enough, in this cage match, the cage has not played a part in the match at all folks.

*Viper throws a kick at Thunder, but Thunder catches it. Thunder sends Viper over with a dragon screw leg whip. Both men hit the mat, and Thunder keeps a hold on Viper’s leg and pulls him back up to his one foot. Thunder now with another dragon screw leg whip sending Viper crashing back down to the mat.

HERB: And there we go, a show of actually wrestling ability for the first time in this match folks.

*Thunder comes in to pull Viper up by his hair, but as Viper makes it to one knee, grabs Thunders tights and falls back, pulling Thunder forward and sending him through the ropes and into the cage.

HERB: Oh, and now the cage is brought into play for the first time in this match.

*Thunder hits the cage, and then hits the mat in a slump. Viper jumps up to his feet and quickly grabs Thunder by the leg. Viper twists himself in and then falls back in an indian deathlock. Viper pulls himself back up, and then falls back again before releasing his hold on Thunder’s leg. Viper stands in wait for Thunder and allows Thunder to get up to his feet on his own. As soon as he’s up though, Viper rushes in with a forearm smash that sends Thunder back into the ropes. Viper catches him on the rebound, grabbing him by the back of his head and running him across the ring, head first into the cage. Thunder hits the cage and staggers back, Viper is there waiting for him and grabs him around the waist from behind. Viper sends Thunder up and over with a german suplex. Thunder hits hard, and Viper is up to his feet. Viper climbs up to the top rope and begins climbing his way up the cage. Viper gets his hands on the top of the cage, but then, his feet are suddenly taken out from under him as Thunder pulls them. With Viper’s legs suddenly taken out from under him, he falls, scraping his head along the cage, and landing throat first across the top rope.

Viper hits the top rope, bounces up, and then falls to the mat. Thunder now begins trying to climb the cage. Viper is still on the mat, bleeding from the head now where he scraped along the cage. Thunder is half way up the cage. Viper begins to stir. Wiping his hand across his forehead. Viper sees blood, and then looks up at Thunder who is now three quarters of the way up the cage.

HERB: Yes Viper, that’s your blood, and that’s Thunder making his way up the cage. You better hurry up and do something if you want to stay in this match.

*Almost as if Viper heard Herb’s words, he jumps up and runs over to the ropes. Viper jumps up to the top rope and grabs Thunder by the ankle. But Thunder now already has a firm hold on the top of the cage, and won’t let go. But he can’t move up any further either as Viper has a good hold of his right leg. Viper begins to climb up Thunder, to make his way up the cage. Both me are now level with each other up the cage. As Viper looks over, finding himself eye to eye with Thunder, Thunder reaches over, grabs Viper by the head and slams him head first into the top of the cage. Viper hits hard, but doesn’t fall from the cage. Instead, Viper answers back by grabbing Thunders head and slamming him into the cage just as Thunder had done to him. From under the mask we can tell that Thunder is now busted open as blood begins to trickle over his eye lids. Viper makes it a little further up the cage now, as the top half of his body is over the top of the cage. But Thunder won’t let him get much further than that though as he grabs Viper by the head. Thunder makes his way up with Viper until he’s even with him and then sends an elbow into his face, HARD. Then Thunder continues up the cage, and is now straddling the top of the cage. But then is nailed with an elbow right to the bridge of the nose from Viper. For the first time, the crowd gasps as the sound of Viper’s elbow hitting Thunder’s face would make you believe that Thunder’s nose just HAS to be broken. Viper then climbs up the rest of the way to the top of the cage and is now standing on the top of the cage. Viper pulls Thunder up to his feet, and not both men are standing on the top of the cage.

Viper nails a right, and Thunder is swayed. Thunder almost falls off the top of the cage back into the ring. Viper moves in to try to help him, but Thunder nails him with a right that sways Viper as well. Now Viper is almost falling off the other side of the cage, as both men battle for balance, Thunder reaches out and grabs Viper’s arm. Pulling himself up against Viper’s weight, Viper does the same and again both men are standing on the top of the cage.

HERB: Folks, I don’t know how they did that, but they just did.

*With Thunder still holding Viper’s arm, he launches a right into his face. Viper is rocked, and staggers along the top of the cage, carefully keeping his balance. Thunder signals to the crowd that he’s going for the After Shock. Just as Viper begins turn, Thunder begins to commit himself to the After Shock. But what Thunder doesn’t realize, is that as Viper is turning, he is raising his leg to go for the Black Out.

HERB: HOLY SH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*Both men connect with their super kick finishers flush on the chins of their opponents. The impact of the kicks sends both men flying from the top of the cage. Camera flashes light the arena in unison as both men fly through the air. As the men fly through the air, it is apparent who will win. As one man is falling to the floor outside the ring, and the other is falling to the mat inside the ring. Only problem is, we can’t tell which man is which. With the steady flash of cameras blinding our view, we can only tell two bodies falling, we can’t tell which body is which man. Slowly, the cameras stop flashing, and our eyes re-adjust to the light and there we see the ref bent down to one knee lifting the hand of the winner, the man who fell to the outside of the ring, Viper.

FRANK: So what did I miss?

HERB: One hell of a finish man.

FRANK: Yeah, I’m sure it was really great. But listen, I got 269 in the Paige line.

HERB: Eeeewwwww...

FRANK: What?

HERB: That’s a lot of yuk man.

FRANK: Yeah, well actually I’m happy that it’s such a high number.

HERB: You are? That’s just gross man.

FRANK: Yeah, you think it’s gross. But that puts a LOT of space between me and Disco Duck.

HERB: Um... I guess. If you want to think of it that way. Hey, WHAT THE!!!

*The Saints Of Karma are running down the entry way ramp as the secondary ref is opening the cage door. Just as the ref gets the cage open Gabriel pushes the ref out of the way. Eddie begins climbing the cage. Gabriel is now in the ring, and Eddie is half way up the cage. Gabriel pulls Thunder up to his feet. Thunder is out on his feet and can’t stand on his own. Gabriel places Thunder’s head between his legs and looks back up and over his shoulder to Eddie who is now at the top of the cage. Eddie looks around the arena and signals to Gabriel. Gabriel brings Thunder up in a powerbomb position and just as he gets him all the way up, Eddie leaves the top of the cage.

FRANK: Ooooooohhhhhh Aaaaaaaaawwwwwwww....

HERB: That’s just SICK!!

*Eddie flips slowly through the air, positioning himself just right to grab Thunder by the neck as Gabriel begins to drop him for the power bomb to make for one wicked looking Ying & yang.

Frank: Revenge is a bitch!

(‘I lied’ plays out to a HUGE pop, as Leena Hyde steps out towards the ring. The fans cheer her on even more as she walks down to the ring, being announced: )

Announcer: “From Portland , Oregon, she is a former world tag team champion, a former women’s champion, and the challenger, weighing 126, and standing at 5’9. She is, Leeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeena HYYYYYYYYYYYYDE!”

(Leena slides through the ropes as she is cheered even more by the fans. After a few more seconds, her music fades out as the champ’s music, ‘Vivrant Thing’ plays out to a HUUUUUGE pop as the woman’s champ steps out towards the ring. She tags fans along the way as she is announced: )

Announcer: “Her opponent, also a former woman’s champion, and the CURRENT WOMAN’S CHAMPION OF THE WOOOOOOOOOOOORLD, Lustful, LAUUUUUUUURA!”

(She gets in the ring, holding her title up to more cheers from the crowd. She then surprisingly hands it to Leena, who then holds it up herself to an equal pop from the crowd! )

Frank: “What the hell is she doing? Has she given it up already?!”

Herb: “She is being a fair sportswoman ship in this matter. Both woman are beloved by the fans here, and this match should be a good one!”

(Leena hands the title over to the ref, who then holds it up himself, as the bell is rung. Both woman look at each other, as they hug quickly, then separate as they circle around one another, before they lock up! Leena seems to get a slight advantage as Laura shrugs her off, in which Leena rolls around, to her feet, then goes for a spinning roundhouse kick, with Laura ducking, and Laura doing the same, as Leena takes her original role in the exchange! Both pause as the fans begin to cheer them HEAVILY, as they then circle around again, and lock up, this time, Laura getting a kick knee to Leena’s ribs as she sets her up for an implant DDT, with Leena flipping her over, but Laura manages to make it a flip to her feet, only to turn around into a quick kick by Leena who grabs her, and brings her down with a swift, spinning DDT! )

(Leena picks her up immediately, then throws her towards the ropes, as she runs her and nails Laura with a perfect high flying drop kick! Laura gets up quickly though, as Leena then grabs her for a twist of fate, with Laura then pulling away, and grabbing Leena’s arm, then pulling her forward right into a lariat clothesline! She then drops an elbow right to the face of Leena, then another, then goes for a third one, but Leena moves, with Leena kicking her quickly in the ribs once again, then lunges forward only for Laura to stand up immediately, and grab Leena, almost for an ‘all the stroke’ crashing her head first into the ropes and mat! Leena lays there, as Laura runs towards the ropes, then back as she jumps over the top rope, holding onto it as she hits almost a double leg drop right onto the back of Leena’s head as Leena bounces off the ropes to the mat! Laura then quickly makes her way up to the top, and launches off, nailing Leena with a well placed elbow drop!)

Frank: “Damn her!”

Herb: “I thought you hated her?”

Frank: “Well, I hate them both, but I need SOMEONE to hate so I want it to be her!”

Herb: *sighs* “At any rate, these two women are putting on a WONDERFUL match here tonight!”

(Laura meanwhile has covered Leena, only for a quick two count. Laura pulls Leena up, which suddenly Leena grabs her for a small packag,e but Laura kicks out at two herself! Laura gets up, nailing Leena with a stiff chop, and another and a third and fourth, each time hearing a LOUD whoooooo from it! She then throws Leena into the turnbuckle, and runs full force herself, with Leena suddenly throwing both feet up, as you see Laura crash into then ,taking several steps back, a dazed look on her face! Leena takes advantage of this to climb to the second rope, and jump off, grabbing Laura’s face for a second rope X-Factor! She covers, 1.……………………………..2.……….but kick out from Laura!)

Herb: “A NICE counter by Leena!”

(Leena pulls Laura up, then throws Laura into the turnbuckle as she runs and nails a running drop kick to the knee of Laura, then as Laura is about to fall, jumps up and lands nails the falling Laura with a fameasser! She then goes to the top and nails a flipping double knee drop RIGHT TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD OF LAURA to a HUGE cheer from the crowd! She then turns Laura over, and covers, 1.…………………………….................2.……………………………3-no, Laura put her foot on the ropes!)

Frank: “NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! So close!”

Herb: “You are right for once. It was close. Good presence of mind by Laura. Black Dragon and Jack Happy really taught her well!”

(Leena looks a bit surprised from this, but doesn’t stop, as she pulls Laura up. Laura seems pretty weak from the move as Leena then grabs Laura by her head, and nails her with a twist of fate to a HUGE reaction once again from the crowd! The fans are all on their feet as the former woman’s champ makes her way up to the top rope. She then holds her hands up to even MORE cheers from the crowd, then launches off for the Sweet Dreams, but Laura moves out of the way as Leena comes crashing down hard! Leena begins to get up, as does Laura, when you see Laura then grab Leena, and picks her up for the Hollywood’s Falling Star, in which Leena manages to slide before her, with Laura going behind her, with Leena jumping up, only for Laura to try to counter with a reverse power bomb, only for Leena to then spin around and throw her feet up as if for a hurricanrana, with Laura suddenly countering to a HUGE power bomb pin, 1.……………………………..2.……………………………......3!)

Herb: “She did it! Counter after counter, with Laura getting the counter to win the match!”

Frank: “Damn it! And look at that stupid sportswoman ship!”

(Both woman are up now, as you suddenly see Leena and Laura hugging! Leena grabs the belt from the ref, then hands it to Laura as she holds it up in victory!)

(The camera cuts to a close shot of the locker room door that says “Nightmist”. We see a hand pushing the door open and we see Rawstarr and Tim “The Giant” entering. Rawstarr charges as Nightmist has his back turned to him. He pushes Nightmist into the locker and Nightmist and Rawstarr go at it. Tim “The Giant” charges in and boots Nightmist in the face. Rawstarr and Tim beat Nightmist down and throw him into the shower.)

Herb: “NPD is really trying to give themselves an edge in their matches here tonight.

('Rival' by Pearl Jam plays and Rival emerges on the ramp to a tremendous amount of heat. He wears long blond hair, goatee, and a build reminiscent of Triple H. He wears dark red leather trunks with the words 'The Rivalry has Begun' stamped on the back. Black military type boots, white wristbands, and black knee pads. He stalks to the ring flipping off the fans as they boo him. “Time Bomb” by Godsmack plays and out on the ramp walks Adam Bawm. The fans give him more heat than Rival as he poses drinking in the boos. He has Blonde hair, blue eyes, broad shoulders, and well-toned muscles. A radiation symbol is tattooed on the back of his neck. A heart tattoo with the name Kelly inside of it is on his right shoulder. A diamond earring is in his left ear. A brown and blonde goatee is on his chin. He wears blue short-tights with the words A-BOMB on the rear and missiles on the side of either leg with no shirt. He stalks to the ring to join his tag team partner.)

FJ: “Those two men in the ring are your next tag champions, Herb! Whether you like it or not, the Enforcers will finally do the job against the NPD”

("Wanksta" by 50 plays as Tim “The Giant” and Big Blue walk out on the ramp. The fans give them an equal amount of heat as their opponents in the ring. The two big men stalk to the ring and enter. Tim “The Giant” sends Big Blue to the corner as Adam Bawm stares at him across the ring. The men charge at each other the larger Adam Bawm collides with Tim ‘The Giant” and both men are forced to take a step back from the impact. They look at one another again before going into the ropes opposite one another. They come charging back toward each other and this time Adam sends Tim crashing down with a power slam. Adam springs back up and begins to lay the boots to Tim. Tim absorbs the blows and climbs to his feet. Adam attempts the clothesline but Tim avoids it. Tim connects with a kick to the midsection before pulling the bigger Adam up into a suplex. They come crashing down. Big Blue has climbed up onto the turnbuckle and immediately after Adam hits the mat. He leaps off connecting with the Blue sualt. He rolls out of the ring as soon he connects.)

FJ: “High impact move by Big Blue.”

(Tim pulls him up for a tombstone piledriver. He covers Adam only to have Rival enter the ring and deliver a kick to the side of the head. Rival delivers a spinning heel kick as Tim attempts to get to his feet. Rival then quickly leaves the ring as Adam uses the ropes to pull himself up. Adam catches Tim with a clothesline from Hell and staggers over making the tag to Rival. Rival charges into the ring and spears Tim down to the mat. Rival rains lefts and rights down on him momentarily before Tim is able to kick him off of him. Rival gets back to his feet and charges forward again kicking Tim as he climbs to his feet. Rival whips Tim into the ropes and back body drops him to the mat.)

HS: “That shook the announce table!”

(Rival pulls Tim up and attempts the ddt, but Tim blocks it. Tim reverses it and back body drops him to the mat. Tim waits for Rival to get to his feet and delivers a running bull dog toward the NPD corner. Rival crashes hard and is dazed as Tim pulls him up. He shoves Rival back into the corner turnbuckle where Big Blue clubs him across the back of the neck with a forearm shot. Tim charges in delivering a huge avalanche and makes the tag. Big Blue makes the tag with Tim and enters the ring. The NPD stomps Big Blue to the mat and then hoist him up. They whip him into the ropes and deliver a double clothesline. Rival’s feet fly out from under him and he crashes to the mat. Tim leaves the ring and Big Blue delivers a blue stop and goes for the cover. The referee counts 1..2..and Rival get’s the shoulder up.)

FJ: “Damnit! That was too close.”

(Big Blue pulls Rival up and whips him toward the ropes but it is reversed. On the outside, Adam has left the corner and when Big Blue hits the ropes, he grabs his legs and pulls him out of the ring. The referee begins the count as Adam whips him into the guardrail and charges over driving the clothesline in. Big Blue is reeling and Adam goes for a big right hand, only to have Big Blue block it and a low blow has Adam doubled over. A power bomb drives Adam into the cement and leaves him lying motionless. Big Blue goes to slide back into the ring and Rival is waiting with the double arm ddt. Big Blue is downed. Rival goes to the nearest turnbuckle and climbs up top. He leaps off as Big Blue climbs to his feet catching him with a big spear. Rival covers 1..2..but Big Blue gets the leg onto the rope.)

HS: “Rival nearly took Big Blue out of his wrestling boots!”

(Rival is caught by a low blow as he comes close. Big Blue delivers a Blue Hammer and goes to cover 1... On the outside, we see Adam snatch one of the tag titles from the ring attendant and slides into the ring. 2…Before Tim can react, he slams the title into the head of Big Blue! The referee calls for the bell!!)

FJ: “Adam Bawm just caused the Enforcers to get DQ’d!”

HS: “Nothing would surprise me with either of these guys.”

(Big Blue is in the ring out cold as suddenly we see Rambo J charge down the aisle and begin to attack Tim the Giant. Adam Bawm joins in. But soon, Rawstarr comes charging down to the ring and the it is a three on two situation as the AWA security comes in and pulls the stables apart.)

FJ: “The NPD will continue to soil the tag titles!” (groans)

(The scene cuts to the back where the AWA security is leading Big Blue away from the action all of the stable members are separated as they are being lead away. Dark Warrior charges out of nowhere and catches the already unstable Big Blue with a big right hand before applying the Deadly Darkness. The scene fades as security tries to pry him off of Big Blue.)

FJ: “Yeah! Dark Warrior is showing Big Blue who the man is around the AWA!”

HS: “Up next, we have the Cruiserweight Title on the line! As the Fish takes on Misery!”

(‘I came from the water’ plays out to a decent pop, as The Fish steps out to the ring, to a decent pop from the crowd.)

Announcer: “From 20000 leagues under the sea, he weighs in at five foot nine and weighs in at one hundred and sixty pounds, the challenger, the Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiish!”

(The fish continues to make his way down to the ring, then slides in, almost making some swimming motions as he does so, to huge cheers from the children in the crowd. He then stands up and stands on the turnbuckle to even more cheers, as his music fades, with ‘What’s this life for’ playing instead, to a slightly bigger pop as the cruiserweight champion steps out towards the ring.)

Announcer: “And his opponent, he stands at 6’1, and weighs in at 222 pounds. He is the former Television champion and the reign cruiserweight champion, MISERY!”

(Misery makes his way down to the ring, then slides in himself, holding his title up, to even MORE cheers from the crowd before he hands it to the ref, who then holds it up, which also gets some cheers. Both Misery and Fish then circle one another, as you hear the bell ring. Both go to lock up, but Fish ducks under, then goes for a spinning drop kick, but Misery moves out of the way, then as Fish gets up, goes for his own, knocking Fish down! He pulls Fish up, then whips Fish towards the ropes, but Fish reverses, then pulls him forward into an elbow, spinning both around, as he grabs Misery’s head, and brings him down hard with a bulldog!)

(Fish then nails Misery in the face with a leg drop, runs to the ropes, jumps onto them, and jumps, doing a flip, as Misery moves out of the way, then stands, and as Fish gets to his feet, kicks him in the ribs, doubling him over so that Misery and bring him down HARD with a stiff pile driver! Misery covers, 1.………………..2.………….no!)

Frank: “Slippery fellow!”

Herb: “That was so funny I forgot to laugh…”

(Misery stands up, pulling Fish up with him, as he whips Fish into the turnbuckle, then runs himself, but Fish flips out of the way over the top rope to the outside, then as Misery hit’s the turnbuckle hard, grabs him by his head, climbs up the ropes and brings him down with a tornado DDT! HE covers, 1.……………..2.…….but the champ kicks out! Fish then runs back towards the ropes, running up then, and launches off, turning around and nailing Misery with a spinning top rope leg drop to the face! He covers again, but again gets a two count!)

(Fish goes over to Misery, pulling Misery up, as Misery almost seems like dead weight, when suddenly Misery comes to life, swings around Fish and whips him with a german suplex right into the turnbuckle! He then gets up, and nails the slowly rising Fish with a STIFF kick right in the face, as you see Fish fall to a sitting position leaning against the turnbuckle, in which Misery nails SEVERAL stiff kicks, as you see Fish’s head crack off the turnbuckle!)

(Misery pulls Fish up, then places him on the turnbuckle, as he climbs up himself. He pulls Fish almost to his feet, before kneeing him in the ribs as he sets him up for what looks to be a tiger driver! He leaps off to HUGE cheers from the crowd, lifting Fish up, when suddenly at th elast second, Fish does a hurricanrana flipping Misery over! Both men land hard, Misery harder, or so you guess as both men lie on the mat!)

Frank: “A GREAT counter by the Fish! He showed EVERYONE right there that he’s Misery’s better!”

Herb: “The match isn’t even over yet! Besides, why do you suddenly like Fish?”

Frank: “Because Misery cut into Mr. Gray’s profit when he got all those people to not order but PIRATE our Pay Per View!

Herb: “Frank! We are on national TV and you just basically called our audience thieves! You…”

(Before Herb can finish, you see in the ring that both men are slowly getting to their feet. Fish runs full force though, and brings Misery down with a spinning neck breaker. He then runs towards the ropes, jumps off and splashes Misery HARD with a moonsault as you see him hold Misery for the count, 1.…………………….2.………….but Misery kicks out at the last second! Fish looks a bit annoyed now, but pulls Misery up again. He then runs towards the ropes, and brings Misery down with the Flying Fish, as he holds Misery down once again, 1.……………….2.………..kick out by Misery!)

(Fish gets up yet again, seeming determined now, as he runs to the ropes, and jumps up with one leap. HE watches Misery as everyone else does, slowly get to his feet, and as Misery is turning around, jumps off for a moonsault! He has contact with Misery, but Misery suddenly counters and uses Fish’s momentum to bring him down with a devastating sit-out tombstone to a LOUD roar from the crowd!)

Frank: “NOOO!”

Herb: “He had to snap Fish’s neck with that move!”

(Misery lies there, as does Fish, as both men breathe VERY heavily for a good few seconds, before Misery then turns over on Fish, 1.…………………………….....2.……………… but Fish kicks out at the VERY last second! Misery lies on the mat, shocked at what just has transpired, as he then slowly gets to his feet again. He then pulls Fish up, but Fish suddenly goes for an uppercut of all things, which Misery moves away from, in which Misery goes for a clothesline, with Fish ducking and then running towards the ropes, which Misery does the same, then ducks a clothesline from Fish, stops, throws Fish towards the turnbuckle, runs, but Fish moves out of the way! Misery then bounces off, dazed, as Fish runs to the ropes up, as if for the Tidal Wave, but Misery suddenly regains his senses, and runs up to the ropes fluidly, picking Fish up for a DVD, shocking the Fish! He then leaps off, but Fish at the last moment swings around for a falling reverse DDT as both men clash heads as them hit the mat below, as both men are laid out!

Frank: “I don’t know who is going to pull this one out.”

(Fish is the first to begin to stir. Fish climbs to his feet and sets himself up delivering a Fish attack!! He covers 1…2….3!!)

Herb: “Fish has pulled it out! The Fish is the new Cruiserweight Champion!!”

(In the back, we see Mortis trying to nurse his wounds in the locker room. Suddenly, Dark Warrior charges into the room and begins to pummel Mortis. He leaves Mortis lying on the locker room floor.)

Frank: “Another brutal attack on Mortis, (laughs) does this guy have enough enemies or what!”

("Walk This Way" by Aerosmith blares over the PA as mood bubbles begin to filter down from the rooftop.)

HS: Hey, I haven't seen these since...hey do you think it could be?

FJ: Oh hell no! Please not him!

(Yellow pyros then go off as the crowd goes wild! Frank buries his head in his hands as Herb applauds wildly. As the curtains part, we see Jack as he struts on down the ring with a RED evil smiley face mask on and tights that have a clock on the left butt part with 'Happy Time' in cursive on the right. Sliding his trademark, overstuffed briefcase in, he then rolls under the bottom rope and calls for a mic. Tapping it a few times, he then speaks...)

JACK: Howdy doo to all my little buckaroos! What's shakin bacon? Heard any good jokes lately?

(Pulls back from the mic to smile at the crowd as 'JACK IS BACK!' chants begin to filter down from the nosebleed section to the front row. Nodding in approval, he continues...)

JACK: The last time I stood before you in a wrestling ring, I was called out by my wifey poo Luscious Lori at ALL JAKKED UP. At my own PPV I recieved the news that a lot of people long to hear: They're gonna be a daddy, a mommy, an uncle, a third cousin twice removed, YOU GET THE POINT! And so did Lori apparently, but that is neither here...nor there.

Of course, with that news, I was left with a decision. Do I stay an active wrestler and not be there for my wifey poo every step of the way, or do I walk away from a sport that has been simply blissful to me. It was a hard decision. You can't believe the brain cells involved in such a complex decision. I can't even believe the brain cells involved in such a decision. Laura...well...she'll never have that many brain cells so I told her to think about techno music.

(Grins)

Anyways, I made my mind up then and there to be with my wifey poo. It was a decision that I hoped you people would understand and from all the letters and burritos I got....gawd I'm getting hungry again...anywho, I got the feeling like you fine folk did. I appreciated that. Honest I did. Your outpouring made me all warm and fuzzy like when I used to let out a string of....nevermind. You got the point right? I'm warm...I'm fuzzy.

So I'm taking up handyman courses, going to my wifey poo's breathing classes, helping out my friend-always-will-be Drake Hyde, and watching TV when one day my significant other sat down beside me and said that there was something missing. At first I thought she was talking about the quesadillias so I really panicked. However, she told me it wasn't the food. Well, since I usually just hand over any money I have to her, I knew it wasn't that either. So I asked. I said, 'Snookums, what's missing?' And do you know what she told me?

(Pauses a bit)

JACK: The ClownKing. She said that she missed me performing in the ring and the aura created between myself and you all. So then she said that she wanted me to do something for her. I figured that as long as it wasn't to swear off burritos or Britney Spears music I could handle it so I cautiously ventured forth and asked 'What?' She said for me to turn back the clock. Now I thought maybe we were having another daylight savings time so I started adjusting all the clocks in HappyHouse but she chimed in 'not those clocks. She said THE CLOCK...the one on my wrestling career!

So we went through the closet and dug through all the good stuff and we found the first pair of wrestling tights I ever slipped into. Would you believe they still fit? Okay, I guess I can't fool you. Truth be told I sucked in my gut and if I even burp, they're history. However, we found the tights and the mask....yeah, it was red if you can actually believe it. Just like the color of the letters on the EE shirts.

Anywho, I donned the outfit and thought we were gonna engage in one of them roleplays that you hear couples sometimes do. I felt a bit awkward but I grabbed the plunger as if it were a mic and started ranting and raving and she stopped me. She then said, 'Go back to the AWA. You've got some unfinished business there.'

(Crowd pops)

JACK: Now I ain't gonna lie. Perhaps my AWA Heavyweight Title days are behind me. I'd like to think that somewhere within the subcutaneous regions me and Beltie still have one more torrid love affair to go, but in any event, that's not the reason why I'm here. I'm here to keep people on the edge of their seats, I'm here to compete against the best atheletes in the world today, and I'm here to be the best damn clown BAR NONE!!!

(At this point, Jack raises up the first mask to reveal an evil YELLOW smiley mask underneath. Rubbing his chin, he then climbs up and sits on a turnbuckle as he concludes...)

So everyone in the back, know this: I'm mellow, I'm yellow, I got a tummy like jello, and I just said HELL-O! And whether it be hardcore, no DQ, submission...I've got it made because I'm The JACK of all trades!! GREAT...GOOGILY...MOOGILY!!!!

("Walk This Way" cues up again by Aerosmith as Jack rolls out of the ring. Strutting back up the ramp, he stops to reach into his briefcase. Taking out a deck of cards, he begins firing them off one at a time like a dealer until he's done. He then chuckles a bit before waving at the audience and leaving.)

Frank: “Nooo! Not him! I can’t believe Jack Happy is returning to the active AWA roster! I thought we seen the last of him.”

Herb: “Yes! No one brings humor to the AWA like the Clowned Prince himself. I am looking forward to this seeing him in action.”

HERB: Oh boy, here we go Frank. The King of TV Drake Hyde against the up and coming Sadistic Sean Steele.

FRANK: King of TV my ass.

HERB: Hey now Frank, remember, this is a family program. People paid good money to see this man, the last thing they need to do is be thinking about your ass.

FRANK: Hey...

*”If You’re Gonna Be Dumb” begins to play as out comes Sean Steele. Sean get s bit of a reaction from the crowd as he comes down to the ring. Sean climbs into the ring and as soon as he does, the arena hits deafening levels of cheers as “T.N.T” hits the PA system. Drake Hyde comes out from behind the curtain with Leena and Melina flanking him. The AWA Television Championship belt is draped over his shoulder as always, but then Drake pulls the belt from his shoulder and begins playing it like a guitar. Drake moves to one side of the stage, “Rocking” out for the fans to the right, and then he moves to the other side of the stage “Rocking” out for the fans to the left before finally beginning to make his way down the ramp. But it’s a lengthy process for Drake, as he has to stop and “Rock” out with each and every fan along the entry ramp. Drake loses his shirt half way down the ramp as he reaches into the crowd playing his AWA Television Championship Belt-guitar the fans reach out and one of them rips the shirt from off of Drake. Drake doesn’t seem to mind though as he just keeps on rocking with the crowd. Drake makes it to the end of the ramp as his music is starting to die down and Sean is looking frustrated already with the lengthy entrance that has taken up the entire length of the song that Drake enters to. Drake’s music stops and Drake begins walking up the steps to the ring. But then he stops, he points to the fans nearest to him at the guard rail, and they cheer extremely loud. Drake pauses, as if to think for a moment, and then points to them again and again they scream as loud as they can.

Drake motions to the back for them to cue his music back up as Drake jumps off the steps. “T.N.T” begins to play again and Drake is now “Rocking” out again with the fans in the front row as he makes his way around the ring, making sure to “Rock” with each and every fan he can.

FRANK: What the.. HEY!!! You son of a-

*Frank is cut off when Drake pushes him out of the way so he can “Rock” with the fans behind the announce table. The fans are screaming and we can hear them coming over Herb’s head set as Herb tries to get a few words with Drake while he’s there.

HERB: DRAKE! WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO SAY TO ALL YOUR FANS WATCHING AT HOME?!?!

DRAKE: I LOVE YOU ALL!!!!!! EACH AND EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU!!!!!

*Drake then goes back to “Rocking” out with the fans on hand. As a matter of fact, Drake has just jumped over the guard rail and is now lost in the crowd. Sean Steele is REALLY aggravated at this point. After a long two minutes of not being able to see Drake, we see him as he is hoping back over the guard rail over on the other side of the ring from us, but still kind of close to the announce table. Suddenly, you see Sean Steele running across the ring and leaping over the top rope. Sean Steele comes crashing down on an unsuspecting Drake Hyde with a flying cross body. Both men fall to the floor and Sean is quick to his feet. Sean pulls Drake up and sends him into the ring under the bottom rope and the ref motions for the bell. Sean slides in after Drake and pulls him back up to his feet. Sean send Drake to the ropes with an irish whip and goes for a clothesline. Drake ducks the clothesline though. Hooking Seans arm, Drake comes around and grabs Sean in a full nelson in one fluid movement while Drake is still moving around he lifts Sean off of his feet and lands a spinning full nelson suplex.

HERB: Wow, what a move.

*Sean Steele is folded in half, but Drake doesn’t let go of the hold. Drake tolls to the side, still holding on to Sean, he pulls Sean up to his feet, still holding him in the full nelson. Again Drake takes Steele up and over with a full nelson suplex. Drake rolls over again, and pulls Sean up again. Just as it looks like Drake is about to hit another full nelson suplex, Drake pulls Steele up, but doesn’t go back. Instead, Drake plants Steele right there on his tail bone with a full nelson bomb. Steele screams out, and Drake pulls him back up. Drake lifts Steele high into the air again, spins about ninety degrees and drops him hard again on his tail bone. The crowd oohs and awwws at the full nelson clinic that is being displayed. But Drake doesn’t seem to be done yet.

HERB: Man, first two full neslon suplexes, and then two full nelson bombs, and Drake STILL hasn’t let go.

FRANK: What, does he only know one move?

HERB: HA!!!

*Drake pulls Steele up again. Drake swings Steele back and forth in the full nelson hold like he’s going for a submission. But then, just as it looks like Steele might tap out, Drake lifts Steele high into the air, swings him around, and brings him down face first in a Hyde-Walk slam.

HERB: HYDE-WALK SLAM!!!! HYDE-WALK SLAM!!!!!!!!!! It’s over, all Drake has to do now is pin him.

FRANK: Yeah, so why doesn’t he?

HERB: I don’t know, he’s got the match won, why isn’t Drake pinning him? What’s he doing?

*What Drake is doing is, instead of releasing the full nelson hold, he keeps it locked in. Drake, with the hold still locked in climbs over Steele’s back and leans back with the hold still locked in.

HERB: SUGAR HOLD!! SUGAR HOLD!!!

FRANK: Sugar hold? What the...

*In the ring, Steele is tapping out. The ref taps Drake on the shoulder and tells him to let go. Drake lets go and jumps up to his feet. While the ref is raising Drake’s hand, Drake is looking back at Steele telling him to never interfere while Drake is interacting with the fans again.

HERB: Hmm... I guess Drake didn’t like being interrupted.

FRANK: Well I’m glad Steele did what he did. Drake was taking WAY too long, and he had no business pushing me around like that. He’s lucky I don’t tell Adam Bawm on him.

HERB: Oh yeah, what’s Adam Bawm going to do, get beat up again?

FRANK: Um... That’s my hero you’re talking about.

HERB: Yeah, I know. So I wonder if Drake’s going to keep that Sugar Hold as a regular move?

FRANK: Blah, he only stole it.

HERB: Yeah, if you say so.

FRANK: Oh come on, there are plenty of others who have been using that move way before he ever did.

HERB: Yeah, this is true. But Drake really knows how to make it an effective move. I mean look at the match he just had. It was like a pit-bull locking his jaws and never letting go until the man gave up. I mean, once he got that Full Nelson locked in, he never let go. That must have been the most painful Sugar Hold in the history of the move.

FRANK: Oh shut up.

*In celebration, Drake has picked up right where he left off “Rocking” out with his fans as his music is again playing now for the third time. Drake keeps on “Rocking” out with his fans until he reaches the ramp way again and then he, Leena, and Melina make their way back up the ramp until they vanish into the back.

HERB: The fans love their Television Champion!!

Frank: Shut up! Let’s go on to the next match.

Herb: Up next, we have the Hardcore Champion Nightmist defending his title against Rambo J, Kid Krazee, and Rawstarr.

(‘Nobody can stop me’ plays out to a mixed reaction as Rawstarr steps out towards the ring. You see him look towards the ring, where, high above, is the Hardcore title, with ladders on all four sides of the ring. He begins to make his way down as he is announced: )

Announcer: “Standing five foot eleven and tipping the scales at one hundred and ninety five pounds, the first of this four way match, RAWSTARR!!!!”

(Rawstarr holds his arms up to an even more mixed reaction on the ring apron, as he gets in the ring, with his music fading out to ‘Dark Skies’ as Rambo J comes out to decent heat from the crowd. He races down to the ring, as he is being announced: )

Announcer: “The second challenger from Lurgan, Ireland, he stands at 6’1 and weighs 260 pounds, Rambo JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!!!”

(Rambo slides in as he shows Rawstarr aside. Rawstarr retorts with a shove of his own, as both men begin to trade punches! As they do so, suddenly, ‘Fuel’ plays out to a HUGE pop as Kid Krazee comes out towards the ring: )

Announcer: “Their opponents, from Short Hills, New Jersey, he stands 6 foot 2, and weighs in at 237 pounds, ladies and gentlemen, Kid Kraaaaaaaaaaaaaazeeeeee!”

(Kid circles the ring, allowing his two opponents to beat each other down, as you hear his music fade, and in it’s place ‘Who We B’ play out to a HUUUUUGE pop as Nightmist steps out, missing his hardcore title which is being hung overhead. He walks down to the ring, calmly at the moment as he too is announced: )

Announcer: “The final man of this match, from Buffalo, New York, he stands at 6’8, and weighs 265 pounds, ladies and gentlemen, representing Elimination Enterprises and the reigning Hardcore champion, NIGHTMIST!”

(Nightmist has made his way down to the ring, as he and Kid look at each other, then slide in as the bell rings, with each man fighting against the two already fighting, with Kid getting Rambo, and Nightmist getting Rawstarr! Nightmist hurls Rawstarr towards the ropes, but Rawstarr reverses it only for Nightmist to reverse it himself, then run and nail Rawstarr over the top with a clothesline! Rawstarr gets up, as Nightmist waits, then gets out of the ring, and goes for an axe handle, with Rawstarr, ducking down low and then as Nightmst hit’s the ground on the feet, flips him down, face first onto one of the ladders with a drop toe hold!)

(Rawstarr, then grabs Nightmist’s face before smashing it repeatedly into the ladder several times. Meanwhile in the ring, you watch Rambo, who is awaiting a rising Kid, who obviously got the worse end of their encounter, then runs full force for a spear, but Kid ducks under, grabs Rambo’s legs, and twirls him around before planting him with a spine buster! Rambo begins to get back to his feet, only to get kneed by Kid, who nails him with a DDT, then pulls him up, and brings him down again, this time with a dangerous DDT, then pulls him up for a third, double underarm DDT, but Rambo suddenly knees Kid low, as both men fall, with Kid doubled over somewhat, allowing Rambo to rise up and bring him down with an X-Factor right onto a trash can of weapons already in the ring!)

(On the outside, you see Nightmist, slowly getting up, his face, bloody as Rawstarr then goes for a super kick, with Nightmist ducking, then as Rawstarr turns around, gets nailed in the ribs hard by Nightmist via a ladder he picked up! Nightmist then drops the ladder on the ground, grabbing Rawstarr and power bombing him on the ladder to a HUGE reaction from the crowd!)

Frank: “He had to just break Rawstarr’s back! This isn’t fair!”

Herb: “It’s a hardcore match, Frank! Rawstarr would do the same!”

(Rawstarr lays there, motionless almost as Nightmist looks to get back inside, where Rambo and Kid are! You see Kid, laying down holding his back as Rambo goes over to the can of tools, then pulls out a bo from it! Kid begins to stand up, in which Rambo swings the bo around, decently enough, then nails Kid in the ribs with it, then at each of the sides, and as Kid falls down to his knees, right into his face, knocking him over! Nightmist slides in, with Rambo seeing him and going for him as well, but Nightmist ducks the first blow, then lunges forward with a simple, but VERY effective punch that smashes right through the bo, into Rambo’s face, knocking him down! Nightmist then grabs the two pieces of stick that has fallen to the mat, holds them together and as Rambo gets up, rams it in his face with so much force, you see it BREAK over Rambo’s face, as he falls to the mat, blood now dripping from his face as well!)

(Nightmist then turns around, as you see him catch a chair from Kid, who then nails Nightmist with a missile drop kick to the chair! Kid then waits, and as Nightmist gets up, WHACKS him hard with the chair as Nightmist falls almost as if he has been shot to a VERY mixed reaction from the crowd! He then puts th chair right on Nightmist’s face, as he then turns around, climbs the ropes, and jumps off nailing Night with a Harlem Hangover onto the chair!)

(Kid now looks around, seeing that all three men are laid out, then slides out to the ring, opposing Rawstarr. He grabs a ladder, then throws it in, as he rolls back in. He then sets it up, but just as he sets it up, suddenly you see him grabbed from behind by Rambo J, swung around and then grabbed as Rambo swings around him, holding him in a DDT position, climbs up the ladder, and then swings off planting Kid with a DDT!)

(Rambo then begins to climb up the ladder, but doesn’t get far, as you see, Rawstarr, who during all this, has gotten up and slid in the ring the opposing side, run, climb up the ladder after Rambo, grab his arms around as both fall off, brings him down HARD with a Dragon Suplex from the ladder! Both men lie there, as Rawstarr begins to shake the cobwebs from his head, before he slowly climbs up again. He gets about half way up, when you suddenly hear the fans, who are booing this at the moment, suddenly turn to cheers, as you see Nightmist, up again!)

(Nightmist quickly makes his way up, as Rawstarr, knowing something is up, tries to hurry up! But he can only go so fast from the long reach of Nightmist, hold grabs Rawstarr’s foot, when he is about three fourths up! Rawstarr tries to kick Nightmist, but Nightmist still holds on, as he pulls Rawstarr down, with Rawstarr, quickly grabbing another run of the ladder as he falls about a foot down! Just as he does though, you suddenly see Nightmist grab him, and bring him down with a VERY impressive Sky High right onto what looks to have been a 10 pound weight that was in the earlier used trash can! Both men seem hurt as they both lie on the mat from that move!)

Frank: “NO! I wanted to see Nightmist LOSE! Rawstarr was SO close!”

Herb: “But oh so far. Yet it looks like that move hurt Nightmist just as much, as he had to fall just as hard as Rawstarr!”

(Rambo slowly gets up, takes several steps back to one of the nearby turnbuckles, as he looks all around the ring. He uses the turnbuckle to help him stand, as he then climbs up, and launches off, to huge heat for a five star frog splash on Kid who is the closest by, but Kid moves out of the way, with Rambo crashing hard! Rambo though tries to get back up almost immediately as does Kid, only for Kid to grab him, pick him up, and plant him with a power bomb! He doesn’t stop though, as he pulls Rambo up yet again, then brings him down HARD onto the trash can, still inside the ring, as you see various items of destruction roll or fall out of it the minute Rambo crashes into it! Kid then picks up what seems to be a rope, to pretty big cheers from the crowd as he walks over to Nightmist and Rawstarr, both who are still down, and then begins to try to tie Nightmist’s feet together!)

Herb: “Great strategy by Kid! Stop Nightmist from even going after him!”

(Nightmist although down, is far from out, and sees this, as he shows Kid back with his legs, then, as Kid goes forward again, ducks an attempt clothesline with the rope from kid, grabbing some small street sign that fell out of the can, and as Kid turns around, SMASHES it into Kid’s face with such for that it dents, as Kid, bloodied, falls to the mat!)

Frank: “Kid’s down and bloody! Damn that Nightmist but, errr, wait!”

(Nightmist then turns around, as you see him then get SMASHED in the face by Rawstarr, who has the ten pound weight in his hand! He drops the weight as the fans boo him HEAVILY for this action. He then goes over to the ladder, and begins to climb it, as the fans continue to boo him more and more, louder and louder with each step, as he gets closer and closer to the title. Just as he is about to reach the top, suddenly, you hear a LOUD crack, as you see the ladder, which itself has taken quite a bit of punishment, break, with Rawstarr suddenly falling down onto the BARB WIRE ROPES below as you see him not bounce off, but simply sink in them, as blood almost rains from his body during the sickening impact!)

Herb: “Oh my gosh! Rawstarr has to be in some kind of pain!”

(Kid sets up another ladder as Rawstarr has pulled himself off the barbed wire and is down on his knees clutching his abdomen in pain. Kid goes to climb the ladder and makes it half-way up only to have the bloodied Nightmist charge over and slam into the ladder. It topples and Rawstarr rolls to the side out of the way as Kid sails over the barbed wire ropes to the hard cement. He lands hard and lays dazed on cement. Inside the ring, Nightmist goes to set up the ladder again. As he gets it set, Rawstarr is up and lifts the broken ladder and then rams it into Nightmist’s back. Nightmist immediately sinks to the mat and Rawstarr slams the ladder down on his head laying him out. Rawstarr begins to climb the ladder slowly in agonizing pain. The fans cheer as the battered Hardcore champion shoves the broken ladder off of him and pulls himself up from the mat, yet again.)

Frank: “ Hurry Rawstarr! Nightmist is getting up!?!”

(Rawstarr is reaching for the title belt, but every time he stretches his ripped midsection burns with pain. His fingertips are on the belt as Nightmist finally reaches him. Nightmist manages to pull him away from the title and begins to drive his fist into the bloody midsection of Rawstarr. Nightmist jockeys into position and climbs around him to the other side of the ladder. Both men now are desperately trying to reach the Hardcore title both men’s finger tips are on the title. Kid has now re-entered the ring and charges over to the ladder shoving it over. Rawstarr and Nightmist are toppled with the ladder and sail over the ropes to the outside. When Kid looks up the Hardcore Title is no longer suspended. He looks to the outside where he sees both men laying on their stomach. Nightmist slowly rolls over revealing the Hardcore title in his grip! The crowd explodes)

Herb: “This was a close one, but Nightmist somehow managed to retain his title!”

Frank: “I don’t believe it!”

(The scene cuts up to the Presidential box as President Gray is beside himself with what he has witnessed so far on Powerslam. He watches with disgust as the EMTs come out and attend to the participants in the brutal match. They wheel them away and the ring is refitted. President Gray tosses the glass of wine he was holding across the room and into the wall, causing his guest to be startled.)

(The crowd gives a pop as Weeping Wall by David Bowie plays over the arena sound system. The Vindictive Low steps from the entryway the crowd continues waving, cheering, and reaching their hands towards Low for a high-five. Low makes his way to the ring looking focused. He rolls into the ring and comes to one knee, glancing behind him as if expecting a sneak attack. He stands, and raises an arm, soliciting another loud pop.)

(The cheers of the crowd are cut short as Real Thing by Pearl Jam and Cyprus Hill heralds the arrival of the United States Champion. The ever-smirking L.J. Vacamas steps onto the ramp with the United States Championship firmly around his waist. The shots focuses on a crowd sign that reads “Welcome to the Real Low Era”. Vacamas slowly makes his way to ringside where he takes his time parting with his championship. He rolls into the ring, stands, and immediately goes nose-to-nose with Low. The two exchange heated words. The anticipation of the match causes the crowd to go silent, as if they were trying to hear the quiet conversation between the superstars. The words have stopped. Vacamas smirks right in the face of Low, and Low just keeps his glare. The referee lifts the US Title high into the air. (ding ding ding))

(Another moment passes… Low and Vacamas continue their stare down. Finally, both men reel back and the brawling begins. Vacamas lands a right to Low’s head. Low returns with the same. The two men go punch for punch, neither man stumbling, neither man backing down. Low lands his hardest right hand yet, sending Vacamas briefly to one knee. The two men lock up. Vacamas sends a knee to the gut of Low, and then follows through with an Irish whip off the ropes. Low reverses the whip, sending Vacamas bouncing. Low tries for a clothesline but Vacamas ducks, bounces off the other rope and tries for a clothesline of his own. This time, Low ducks. Vacamas bounces back again and body blocks Low, who absorbs the shot and maintains his base. The men are, once again, nose to nose.)

FJ: What an exchange by these two athletes!

(Vacamas smirks again, and then brings a low knee up to Low’s “mid section”. The crowd boos and the referee sternly warns Vacamas, who puts his hands up in innocent defense.)

FJ: Vacamas, proving early on who has the balls in this match.

HS: Absolutely scathing, Frank. Seriously.

FJ: Really? I thought of it as more of a… low blow.

HS: The funny thing is, if I backhanded you, I would get fired.

(Low falls to his knees. The referee continues to point angrily at Vacamas, reprimanding him for his actions. Vacamas smacks the hand of the referee aside and backs him into the corner. Vacamas turns around to continue the match. Low charges from the center of the ring and spears Vacamas to the mat! The crowd cheers as Low begins punching away at Vacamas. Low stands up and motions for Vacamas to do the same. Vacamas gets to his feet only to catch one of Low’s in the chin. The super kick sends Vacamas back to the mat. This time, he’s getting up much slower. Low stalks Vacamas as he stands. Vacamas turns to face low, is kicked in the gut…)

FJ: Low stunner time!

(Low goes for the stunner. Vacamas locks his arms around Low’s waist, blocking the move. Vacamas quickly lifts and drops Low into a belly-to-back suplex. Vacamas kips up to his feet. Low begins to stand. Low is almost back to a full standing position when Vacamas plants him with a DDT. Vacamas rolls to the outside of the ropes and uses them to get up. He climbs to the top turnbuckle and waits for Low. The crowd begins to chant…)

“Low! Low! Low! Low! Low! Low!”

(Low turns to face Vacamas. Vacamas leaps from the top rope with a dropkick. Low grabs Vacamas’s legs, pushing him hard into the mat! The crowd cheers. Low starts to lock in the Low Profile! The crowd reacts as their chants dissolve into cheers. Vacamas struggles to stay out of the move. After a few moments, Low simply hooks Vacamas’ legs and catapults him into the corner! Vacamas lands chest first I the corner while Low beings to stalk. Vacamas stumbles around into a Low Stunner!)

FJ: Low stunner! Low Stunner!

Vacamas bounces around on the mat a bit. Low drops down and hooks a leg. …1 ….2 …Vacamas gets a shoulder off the mat! Low goes right back to work, lifting Vacamas back to his feet. Vacamas shoves off the grip and lands a shot to Low’s head… and another… and another… Vacamas goes for another and Low ducks behind, sending Vacamas into a German Suplex! The crowd cheers. Low lifts Vacamas up and whips him at the ropes, only to have it reversed. Low bounces off the ropes and goes for a flying lariat and Vacamas explodes with a dropkick. Both men are down. The referee checks both men and starts his count.
…1
…2
…3 … Vacamas stirs
…4
…5 Low and Vacamas are both to one knee.
…6
…7 Low charges Vacamas. Vacamas tilt-o-whirls Low into a backbreaker, and in one motion, sidewalk slams him. Vacamas lifts Low halfway to his feet and rolls him up! …1 …2 … Low powers out of it.

HS: Vacamas let him go.

FJ: Low’s just too determined.

(Vacamas bounces off the far ropes as Low starts to recover. Vacamas baseball slides into the side of Low, sending him reeling in pain. Low clutches his side. Vacamas bounces off the far ropes and baseball slides again into Low, this time sending him through the bottom and middle ropes to the floor. Vacamas raises his arm in the air. The fans respond to him with boos and jeers. Vacamas smirks and starts climbing the turnbuckle. Low hops onto the apron and shakes the ropes. Vacamas lands uncomfortably on the turnbuckle. Low climbs the turnbuckle on the outside and sets Vacamas up for a superplex!)

HS: Oh no! Somebody stop him! He might hurt the Real Thing!

FJ: He’s about to be the Real Hurt Thing.

HS: Do they pay you for this crap?

(Low tries to lift but Vacamas holds on tight. Vacamas punches Low in the ribs a couple of times. Vacamas lifts Low up… superplex back into the ring! The whole ring shakes with the impact and both men are down. Vacamas rolls over and slowly climbs towards Low. The referee waits. Vacamas is crawling… crawling… Vacamas gets an arm over Low! …1 …2 Low gets a shoulder up! Vacamas drops his head to the mat in disbelief.)

FJ: A close one there for Vacamas. He looks like he’s running out of ideas.

HS: Are you kidding? The Real Thing has so many ideas he doesn’t even know what to do with them.

FJ: It sure does seem that way, Herb.

(Vacamas rolls to the outside. The Real Thing walks over to the timekeeper’s table and shoves the timer off his chair. Vacamas folds up the chair and looks at it with a smile.)

FJ: If Vacamas gets disqualified, he keeps the title!

HS: That’s the way! Go get ‘em, L.J.!

(Vacamas rolls back into the ring and focuses on the recovering Low with a smirk. He lifts the chair high overhead and goes to bring it down. The referee gets behinds Vacamas and grabs the chair away. Vacamas swings down with nothing. Vacamas looks at his hands, confused for a moment, then turns to yell at the referee. Low, being as vindictive as he is, charges Vacamas from behind and spears him… )
…right into the chair…
…And the referee.

(Low rolls to the side as Vacamas stumbles backwards and hits the mat with a thud. The referee slumps into the corner and into a fetal position. Low climbs to his feet and walks towards Vacamas with the crowd behind him.)

FJ: What happens when the Low Train leaves station A and the Real Thing Train leaves station B? Collis-

HS: The referee gets clobbered. What the hell are you, an algebra problem? Stop trying to be witty and call the match!

(Low brings up Vacamas in a chickenwing cross face, then wrenches back and locks in the Low Standard!)

FJ: It’s the Low standard! Vacamas is done for!

(Low wrenches back the move with all of his might. Vacamas holds on for a few moments. His eyes begin to roll back. Vacamas opens his palm and reluctantly pounds it against the mat!)

FJ: It’s over! It’s ov… er… where’s the referee?

HS: Taking a chair-induced nap in the corner.

(Low, noticing the match hasn’t ended, releases the hold and goes to the referee. Low begins to shake the referee and slap him around a bit. Vacamas climbs halfway to his feet and slides the chair towards himself. Vacamas grips the chair legs in both hands. Low turns towards Vacamas as The Real Thing explodes and levels Low with the steel chair. Low hits the mat like a ton of bricks right near the referee. Vacamas glances at the referee, who is stirring now, and tosses the chair to the outside.)

FJ: No! Vacamas is going to steal this one!

(Vacamas lifts up the apparently lifeless Low, hooks his head, and delivers the Shutdown!)

HS: There it is! The most devastating finisher in sports entertainment!

(Vacamas hooks the inside leg and waits for the referee. The referee crawls his way over. Vacamas impatiently drops the leg and drags the referee closer, then re-pins Low with a lateral press. The ref starts the slow count. …………1 Low puts his foot on the ropes. The referee lifts up again. …………2 )

FJ: No… NO!!

The referee lifts up a third time ……

…. And he stops.

(Vacamas waits as the referee weakly points to the ropes behind Vacamas. Vacamas looks, quickly hooks that leg and covers again. The referee starts counting again. ………1 ………….2 Low throws a shoulder up.)

FJ: Low’s not done yet!

(Vacamas gets up and drags Low to the center of the ring and goes for the Vacamas Trap! Low pulls his legs in and pushes Vacamas off! Vacamas stumbles backwards, bounces off the ropes, and doubles over with a kick to the gut from the grounded Low!)

FJ: He’s like a cat! A fighter even from his back!

HS: You DO know the other name for a cat, right, Frank?

(Low quickly rolls to his feet and nails an implant DDT on Vacamas! The crowd explodes into cheers. Low rolls over and grabs the legs of Vacamas. Low quickly executes the Low Profile and locks it in!)

FJ: Can Vacamas keep it going!?

(Vacamas looks to be in pain, and oddly enough, so does Low. Vacamas is right in the center of the ring. The referee, still half dazed, is at the head of Vacamas asking for the submission. Vacamas shakes his head. The referee asks again… Vacamas shakes his head. Vacamas lifts his hand. Low pulls back a little harder. Vacamas reluctantly pounds the mat with his left hand and weakly continues to do so as the bell rings. Vacamas slumps to the mat as Low releases the hold.)

FJ: Low did it! We have a new United States Champion!

HS: The Real Thing will be back.

(Low drops to his knees when the referee puts the title over his shoulder, as if the weight of the belt was too much to bear. The crowd cheers for the new champion as he rolls out of the ring and heads up the ramp. As Low is about to go to the back, the NPD goes charging past him and circle the ring. Big Blue slides in from the opposite side and grabs L. J. Vacamas. He holds Vacamas as Tim Delivers a chair shot to him. The two NPD members quickly leave the ring as C-Rock and Dark Warrior charge down to the ring to the aid of their stable mate.)

HS: “The NPD literally kicking Vacamas when he is down!”

FJ: “Next up, we have the main event of the night as Dark Warrior defends his title against Mortis Valley. The champion wasted no time in striking Mortis earlier in the show. Showing that he was still the man regardless of what Mortis Valley thinks.”

(“Calling from Heaven” plays and Mortis Valley slowly makes his way onto the ramp limping noticeably. The fans cheer for the returned AWA superstar. Mortis has long, blackish hair, that he sometimes keeps in a nearly tired ponytail. He also is sometimes clean shaven, sometimes not, doning a black beard. He wears basically all black, black jeans, black shirt, black trenchcoat, occasionally a black bandana, as well as black boots and one black glove-his other hand having the word 'victo' on it. He walks to the ring with a determined look in his eyes.)

HS: “Mortis is going into this match against a fresh AWA champion!”

("Hate Me Now" by Nas plays and out walks the AWA World Champion Dark Warrior! The fans give the champ instant heat. Dark Warrior now wears a Blue and white Jumpsuit down to ring ring(al;a Kurt Angle), and he also wears in the ring, no shirt, and windbreaker pants with Blue on the left side of his pants, and Print on the right side of his pants. The windbreaker pants are now white, and with the words outlined in black. He also wears black boots. The AWA World Title glitters around his waste as he walks to the ring.)

FJ: “The champion looks to be in good shape.”

(Dark Warrior takes off the title belt and passes it to the ring attendant before climbing into the ring. Mortis is slowed from his attacks and DW uses his quickness by shooting in to catch him with a kick. Mortis staggers backward and DW takes him over with a snap suplex. DW brings Mortis crashing back to the mat with an inverted ddt. Mortis is dazed. DW drops down and begins to choke Mortis on the mat. The referee begins to count 1…2…3…4….5…6..7…8…9 and DW releases momentarily before choking him once more. The referee counts again and reaches 9 once more before DW will release the hold. Mortis is gasping for air on the mat as the referee admonishes DW driving him away from Mortis. Mortis climbs to his feet and DW shoves past the referee toward Mortis. Mortis catches him with several open palm strikes, beginning in the face, then transecting down to the ribs, and then to the throat of his opponent. DW is off balance and Mortis executes a neckbreaker on DW. Both men get to their feet and they go into the ropes. DW comes hard and fast at Mortis taking him down solidly with a running clothesline.)

HS: “The champion is just to quick.”

(Mortis climbs to his knees in an effort to get to his feet. DW takes him over with a snap suplex. DW floats over for the pin.)

Frank: DW with the early pin!

Herb: Imagine that? After all of the punishment Mortis has taken, I would do the same.

Mortis kicks out just after two. DW gets to his feet and Mortis delivers a stunning forearm that send DW reeling setting him up for a combination of dropkicks. The first is right in the stomach or shoulder, stunning his opponent, then a low one at the back of the knees, whipping them out from behind him so that his opponent falls into a sitting position. The last is right at the back of the neck, or the neck and shoulder, with such force it will result in knocking them down. DW is down on the mat as Mortis slowly gets to his feet. DW quickly recovers and rakes Mortis’ eyes as he attempts to pull Mortis up. DW applies the sleeper hold and attempts to put the worn Mortis out. Mortis doesn’t have the power to fight to free himself and soon finds him self in peril.)

Frank: Put him out, DW!

(Mortis can only struggle to the ropes to have the hold broken. But DW doesn’t break cleanly and delivers one…two….three big right hands staggering Mortis. He then pulls him out of the ropes and hauls him back into a sleeper! Mortis shifts in his grip and falls down to the mat with a jawbreaker. DW reels backward clutching his face. Mortis is up and performs a triple jump Drop Kick-Showing that Mortis still has much of his agility of a lightweight, he can perform a very unique move, in which he will jump to one rope, with his back turned, do almost a twisting flip to the rope next to it (the one connect to the turnbuckle perpendicular to the first), and then use that to jump off for a drop kick to the neck and head area of his opponent. DW crumples to the mat after the kick and both men are down.)

HS: What a kick? I don’t know where he found the energy to do that.

(Back in the ring, Mortis and DW are trading punches and other blows. The referee has to impose his will and threaten to end the match, if they deteriorate into a brawl. DW comes out on top sending Mortis reeling with a haymaker setting up a vertibreaker. Mortis is hurting as DW goes to the corner turnbuckle and launches himself with a fake out, but Mortis rolls out of the way just in time.)

FJ: DW nearly ended this one with that move! Mortis dodges the bullet.

(Mortis struggles up on unstable feet and applies the sugar hold to DW. DW struggles in the hold and soon frees himself.)

HS: Just not enough left for Mortis to keep the hold locked in place.

(Mortis goes to hoist DW but he blocks it and reverses it. A reverse brain buster puts Mortis down on the mat. DW applies the sharpshooter! Mortis groans in pain as his sore and bruised muscles are strained.)

Frank: DW is showing just why he is the AWA World Champion!

(Mortis refuses to tap and DW releases the hold pulling him to his feet. DW plants him with a powerbomb! Mortis is down, hurt badly, as Dark Warrior is going up for the High Death! He launches off, but Mortis rolls out of the way, as Warrior crashes below! Mortis and Warrior lie there for several seconds, as Warrior gets up to his feet first, the less winded of them all. Mortis gets up as well, as Warrior goes for a clothesline, but Mortis ducks! He then kicks Dark Warrior in the ribs, as he sets him up for a pedigree, but Warrior back body flips Mortis over! Warrior then stands up, as he waits for Mortis to get up. He then grabs Mortis from behind, as if for the deadly darkness, but Mortis rolls down under Warrior throwing his feet up, which Warrior then sits down on Mortis, 1.……………….2.………but Mortis rolls forwards as he holds on 1.……………………..2.…………………..3!)

Frank: WHAT! I can’t believe Mortis pulled it out with that victory roll!?!

Herb: He did it! He just beat Dark Warrior! As bad…what!!!

You see Mortis hold his arm up, when suddenly Warrior kicks him right in the face to HUGE boos. Suddenly, you see members of the Blue Print AND the Enforcers run down to the ring, as ALL of them begin to put the boots to Mortis! Dark Warrior yells at all of them, as they all hold Mortis down, with Warrior getting to the top rope, and then splashing Mortis HARD with a High Death! Mortis is then pulled up, as Vacamas, flicks him off, then gives him his version of a Low stunner, in which as Mortis pops up, is kicked in the rips AGAIN by C-Rock, who nails him with the regulator! Mortis is bleeding even more now, as he is then pulled up by all of them and planted. DW goes up to the top turnbuckle and connects with the High Death.)

Herb: “STOP THIS! They are trying to DESTROY Mortis tonight!”

Frank: “Haha, GOOD, yes, give another!”

Herb: “You’re sick Frank, as sick as they are!”

(All of the men in the ring laugh, as ‘Hail to the Chief’ plays out to even HUGER heat, with President Gray walking out, with each of Mortis parents at each of his sides. He stands up in the ring, letting Mortis’ mother in first, then his father, as he has a mic in hand.)

Gray: “So Mortis, what do you have to say for yourself? You have utterly ruined the good Valley name as your parents stated, and showed just what a BRAT you were growing up. You caused you parents hell, and you financially broke them! I told you Mortis, you RUINED everyone you were around. Yourself, Morticia, even your own family you bastard! Before, your parents were doing great, easily to become some of the best known names in the world, due solely to their prestige. But then you came around and screwed things up! What do you have to say?!”

He places the mic as Mortis’ lips as Mortis is motionless. The crowd boos this GREATLY as Gray speaks again:

Gray: “Nothing? You can’t even show your parents, the ones who BROUGHT YOU INTO THIS WORLD, the dignity of an answer?!”

Gray puts the mic at the motionless Mortis, before holding it up again, shaking his head sadly:

Gray: “Well, if you can’t even show respect to the ones who brought you in this world, allow me to be the one who TAKES YOU OUT OF IT! Unless…”

Gray turns around to Mortis’ parents, who also have mics in their hands. He continues to speak:

Gray: “Unless you have any objections?”

Mortis’ father shakes his head now as he respond:

Clark: “No objections here. He was a WASTE OF FLESH to begin with!”

The crowd boos this INSANELY, as nothing else can be heard from boos! This goes on for a good two minutes before you can even be able to hear the announcers:

Herb: “That is SICKENING. I can NOT believe that ANY parent could say that about their child!”

Frank: “I…I..I am speechless.”

Jennifer speaks now, looking equally ‘pleased’ at what has transpired:

Jennifer: “Yes I agree. See, Gray, the truth about Mortis is, he wasn’t one that we wanted. No, I don’t mean it just in a figuratively way, but LITERALLY. He was an ACCIDENT. He was a MISTAKE. I forgot to take one of my pills and HE was born. He wasn’t intended, we didn’t want children, especially ones like HIM in this world!”

Jennifer: “And Travis, and everyone else here, we are sorry. We are SOOOO sorry about this. We didn’t mean this to happen, but it did, and we are sorry you all have had to suffer through OUR mistake!”

The Blue Print look on as if to say ‘It’s okay’ with looks of console and such, as the crowd boos this even more. Jennifer actually begins to break down and cry, as Travis goes over to console her, hugging her gently.

Travis: “Don’t worry, it’s okay. Mistakes have been made, but at least you two are man and woman enough to admit them. And furthermore, don’t cry, because mistakes can be erased, just like your son here Mortis!”

Herb: “Jesus Christ! They are SICKENING! There is no word I can truly find tonight to describe this more than SICK!”

Clark: “STOP right there Travis!”

Travis looks surprised at this. Everyone looks around with hopeful glances as Clark walks over to his fallen son. He speaks while standing over him:

Clark: “No, you aren’t going to erase the mistake of our son, because, as far as we are concerned, we now HAVE NO SON!” This gets HEAVY heat as Clark then looks down at Mortis and continues to speak, standing over him, slapping his unconscious head:

Clark: “That’s right Mortis, you are NO SON OF US. We don’t have to live with the mistake of having a son like you any longer, because we are DISOWNING YOU! Furthermore, we don’t even want to be associated by you, so from now on, we are NOT Clark and Jennifer Valley, but we are going to model ourselves after a REAL man, who I would be PROUD to have as my son, with Clark and Jennifer GRAY! FUCK YOU MORTIS VALLEY AND BYE BYE!”

Clark throws the mic down at Mortis as Gray, Clark, and Jennifer all hug to HUGE heat. Boos come from EVERY corner of the arena, as you literally see trash filling the ring at this horrid scene.

Herb: “This is the absolute, lowest point in the history of the AWA or of all those, so called human beings lives! They just disowned their son, their own flesh and blood!”

Frank: “Even I…can’t believe this…This is…honestly too far…”

Travis, after the big, long hug, looks over at both stables and speaks into the mic, darkly:

Gray: “Finish the job.”

You actually see Mortis, now former parents CHEERNG at this, as the Blue Print begin to circle around Mortis. Suddenly, you hear LOUD cheers, as out comes Drake Hyde, Leena and Melina, all with barb wire hockey sticks in hand! Nearly all the men in the ring bolt, with Drake taking swings at many of them, as Gray helps out Jennifer, but Clark is too, getting caught by Drake! Drake begins to pelt Mortis’ former dad with several fists, before kicking him in the stomach, picking him up and bringing him down with a Hyde’s life! He then rolls Clark out of the ring, as he, along with the rest, check on the fallen Mortis! Gray however, points to the ring, a adistic smile on his face, as everyone else holds their arms up as if in victory.

The scene switches to the parking lot where we see the car which was used earlier to try to run down Rival. Rawstarr, BBB, and Tim climb out. A heavily bandaged Rawstarr breaks into C-rock’s car and starts up the engine in seconds. Then we see Tim "the giant" break into Drake Hyde’s car and do the same. Next, Big Blue takes LJ Vacamas’ car. Before pulling off, Big Blue rolls down the window and yells, "Thanks for the car! We needed a way home. Then they all peel out of the area with Ms. Rawness and the other women following in their car. The scene fades to the AWA logo.