AWA Revelations

AWA Revelations Live May 12, 2003

From a blank screen, we get the message that reads previously recorded. We then move into a shot of an empty arena at Indiana University. As we move in closer, we see a half built wrestling ring. Upon closer inspection, we see that the man currently working on putting the ring together is none other than Jack Happy dressed in a pair of coveralls with plenty of smiley faces plastered across them. Even his leather tool belt is plastered with a big fat yellow smiley face. Jack is still working on the frame work of the ring. But we now notice that Jack is not alone in the empty arena. Upon noticing the music of "Self Esteem" by Offspring we turn and see Drake Hyde sitting in the front row. But he’s not alone either. With Drake Hyde’s feet kicked up on the rail, we see Leena massaging his shoulders while Melina is massaging his feet. Drake is drinking from a bottle of Sam Adams original Boston lager. We turn back to Jack Happy who is working ever so hard to get the ring put together. We watch as rivers of sweat pour from the eye holes in Happy’s mask.

DRAKE: Man, I’ll tell ya Jack, that looks like some hard work.

JACK: Oh yeah... It’s a little.... Phew boy I think I’m about to start losing weight any minute.

DRAKE: Well now don’t do that. I don’t want Lori getting mad at me ol’ buddy.

JACK: Oh, I would... Never blame you for me losing weight my friend-always-will-be.

DRAKE: Yup.... That sure does look like some hard work.

Drake then takes a swig from his beer as Jack just keeps on sweating profusely. Jack is panting heavily, and looks like he’s about to faint at any moment. Jack is currently putting all of his weight into tightening a nut on the inside of the frame to hold a side beam to the ring post. It becomes obvious that the nut can’t get any tighter as the weight of Happy is actually enough to cause the bottom jaw of the open ended adjustable wrench that he is using to snap. Happy flies into the side beam in front of him as the tool gives under his weight. Happy lands chin first into the beam and then falls to the floor. Happy manages to roll over onto his back and stare up at the lights of the arena. Drake almost moves until he notices Jack is still breathing.

DRAKE: You alright Jack? Should I call Pizza Hut for you?

JACK: Huh? Uh...

DRAKE: Really man, it’s no problem if you want me to call. I’ve got the cell right here.

JACK: Pizza?

DRAKE: Yeah.... Pizza..... Hut even. We can make it a stuff crust if you want. Really man, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you man.

JACK: What about burritos?

DRAKE: Yeah.... about the burritos, they’re kind of all gone. Yeah, sorry about that. Leena and Melina kind of got carried away with the burritos you brought along.

Leena and Melina both look at Drake with an accusing eye. Drake shrugs his shoulders and keeps going.

DRAKE: Yeah, so we can get you some pizza.

JACK: Pizza.... Burritos....

Jack suddenly has a bright idea and sits up in a hurried fashion. Ut upon doing so, Jack hits his head on that same side beam and is immediately back on the floor. With a dazed & confused look in his eyes now, Jack raises up slowly watching out for that side beam. Jack is now sitting up on the ground.

JACK: I’ve got the perfect name... Burrizza. That names not taken yet is it?

LEENA: I’d find it pretty hard to believe that anyone in this world would have thought of that name before now Jack.

JACK: GREAT!!! Now I just need to call Lori and tell her. Uuuuhhh... My head hurts.

DRAKE: Hey man, I’m here for ya. Just tell me what you need, and I’ll get it for you.

JACK: I could use a cold beer.

DRAKE: Yeah.... That would be nice. Aaaahh, but that would mean that I’d have to get up and ya know I....

JACK: Oh, yeah. Sorry about that man, how inconsiderate of me. Don’t worry about it, I’ll get it. I don’t know what I was thinking....

DRAKE: Yeah... It’s OK man, we all make mistakes.

JACK: Tell me about it.

We watch as Jack turns over onto his hands and knees and crawls under the side beams of the ring. Once past the beams, Jack gets up to his feet and walks over to the guard rail right in front of Drake. Jack is now standing right next to Melina as she massages Drake’s feet.

JACK: Um... Could I get you to move your feet though so I can get to the cooler?

DRAKE: Huh.... Move my feet? Ah man, I dunno that’s like um....

JACK: Oh yeah, don’t worry about it. I’m sure I can... If I just...

Jack leans over the guard rail and begins stretching as best as he can to reach the cooler under Drake’s legs. While he’s reaching under there, Drake speaks up.

DRAKE: Hey Jack, do you think you can grab me one while you’re in there? I’m empty.

JACK: Oh yeah sure, no problemo buddy’o plenty.

DRAKE: Thanks man, you’re the best, really you are.

Jack comes back up from bending over the guard rail with two Sam Adams’ in his hands. Jack hands Drake one, and then walks back over to the half built ring with his. Drake has already opened his bottle with his teeth. Jack has just opened his by setting the lip of the top on the side of one of the beams and slamming his hand down on it to force the top off. Jack begins to raise the bottle to his mouth and we move into a slow motion view as if a beer commercial is about to pop out at us any second now. Jack is just about to bring the beer to his lips when all of a sudden.

DRAKE: So is that ring going to be done in time for Revelations?

Jack pulls the bottle away from his lips and looks down at the half built ring.

JACK: Yeah, we gotta get this done and fast. I don’t know what I’m thinking man, trying to take a break. Good thing you’re here to keep me from slacking man. You are such a good friend Drake.

DRAKE: Hey, that’s what friends are for man. I’m just glad I could help. So hey, do you think there’s going to be room for a mattress under the ring when you’re done?

JACK: Um.... Well maybe an air mattress if you don’t blow it up all the way.

DRAKE: Oh, that’s OK. But hey, when you put everything under the ring, do you think you can leave enough room for um.... A couple of people to move around comfortably. Ya see, I’ve got some plans for under the ring later on tonight.

JACK: Oh yeah, no problem man. I mean, I’ve got to fit the ladder, the tables, a few trash cans, and some.... Well yeah, I’ll be sure to leave some room for um.... What is it you’re going to be doing under there?

We then abruptly cut to a live shot of the now finished product of Jack Happy’s hard work. It’s a packed house inside the Indiana University as we pan over the crowd to read the various signs. We see signs such as "Suavio, you're the man of my dreams", "Dark Warrior: Your next, and greatest World Champ.", " Another Low Profile", "Drake stop hyding from Adam Bawm", "Vacamas: The Next Real" champion", "Look at my Regulators". We then go to Frank and Herb at the announce table.

FRANK: So here we are, Mother’s Day has passed and the wrestlers of the AWA can get all of those good will feeling out of their system and get back to doing what they do best.

HERB: Huh?

FRANK: So what did you do for your mom for Mother’s Day Herb?

HERB: I got her a new remote.

FRANK: Huh? Why would you get her a new remote?

HERB: Well, she kept complaining about her mute button not working. So every time she watched us, she couldn’t mute it when you spoke. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

FRANK: Now that’s not-

HERB: Hey, did you see that piece with Happy putting the ring together?

FRANK: Well of course I did. I’m only sitting two feet from you.

HERB: Yeah, two feet too close man. You do realize that this table is like seven feet long right? Why are you sitting so close?

FRANK: Well my monitor is right-

HERB: Yeah yeah, what ever. I know what I’ll get you for your birthday.

FRANK: And what’s that?

HERB: Well, I’m not supposed to tell you what your birthday present is, but since it’s you and well... I’d like to ruin every surprise of yours I could I’ll go ahead and tell you.

FRANK: Oh, thanks soooo much.

HERB: Yeah, I’m going to get you an extension cord.

FRANK: An extension cord?

HERB: Yeah, so YOU can take YOUR monitor down to THAT end of the table. OR better yet, how about if we get you sitting over there at the Spannish announce table? Just think of all the action you could see over there.

FRANK: Nice to know I’m loved.

HERB: Now see, why would you say something like that? Why? Why are you even still talking? You really think people out there listen to you, don’t you.

FRANK: Well actu-

HERB: Yeah yeah, I’m sure you’re going to say something really great now. But um.... Let's get this show on the road!

FRANK: Fine, if that’s how it’s going to be, let’s get to work. Ladies and gentlemen we’ve got so many great matches tonight. Too bad this won't be one of them.

HERB: How can you be so sure Frank? Warrior is an accomplished athelete.

FRANK: And Suavio is NOT. I think a Mike Tyson fight has more intrigue.

HERB: Only if Robin Givens is involved in the mix. Anyways, the poles are up, and security is standing by the hallway to the entrance ramp. Everything is in order.

FRANK: Great. Cause there's only gonna be disorder and chaos now.

"Pimp Juice" by Nelly blares over the PA and the crowd gives out a hearty cheer as Suavio Mega parts the curtains. Taking off his white blazer, he wears the shirt which reads 'Dark Warrior' with an 'X' drawn through it. His wrestling tights look more like pajamas as they are red and pant length with pink hearts all over them. Stumbling into the ring, he quickly recovers and does a sexy strut before nodding in the direction of several women and motioning with his hands to 'call him.

HERB: Ya gotta love his confidence going into all of this. He truly believes that he has a chance.

FRANK: I despise his ignorance. It's people like him that make me sick.

HERB: Yeah, and it’s people like you who make the world sick. Besides he's got a dream and now he's got the chance to make his dreams come true. Win or lose, he's done more than many of us ever do.

FRANK: You're right. He gets to lose to Dark Warrior instead of some bum off the streets. He should be thankful.

"Only God Can Judge Me" by Tupac cues up and Dark Warrior stalks towards the ring. Getting inside the ring, he gets right up in the face of Suavio and the two of them have an intense staredown before they spend a moment jawing at each other. Finally, we hear the announcer break the moment with the following statements.....

ANNOUNCER: Ladies and gentlemen, at this time allow me to introduce the referees for the following match. Please give a warm round of applause for Lustful Laura AND Drake Hyde!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

'Head Like A Hole' by Nine Inch Nails cues up as Drake steps out wearing a zebra-striped wifebeater and black Dockers. Laura has on a zebra-striped sports bra along with a black miniskirt bottom. Her midriff is showing and she is getting a lot of catcalls from the rambunctious Hoosier audience. Drake holds the top rope for her as she slides through the middle and top rope, taking a moment to straddle the second one and wiggle her 'assets' for the crowd. As they both approach the combatants, it's already apparent that Dark Warrior is not pleased with this arrangement at all.

FRANK: This is a conspiracy! How could security allow these two nutjobs inside an AWA ring in a match they aren't involved with!

HERB: Newsflash Frankie: Suavio said that there would be two referees for the match. Warrior agreed to the stips. Suavio never said WHO the referees were gonna be! Smart thinking by the International Man of Pleasure!

FRANK: You would take his side on this matter.

HERB: Could it be because he's right? Or because you’re an idiot?

Drake goes over and starts going over the rules of the match. However, as he's midway through the rules, his attention gets turned to Laura and her ample bosom as it shimmies and shakes. Drake slams his foot on the mat a few time causing her to sway from the waving motion. Drake gets Suavio's attention to watch as he repeats the process. Everyone seems to be getting a laugh out of it except for Warrior. Immediately he lashes out and connects with a sucker punch. Drake gives him a stern warning before motioning the timeskeeper to ring the bell and get the match going.

HERB: What a cheap shot!

FRANK: Oh, I'm soooo sorry Herb. However, Warrior is here to WRESTLE. And now we'll see how a wrestler performs.

HERB: Good first move for a wrestler...a damn punch!

Suavio is already spaghetti-legged as Warrior helps him up. In a rapid burst, Suavio fires off knife edge chop after knife edge chop. The first surprises Warrior, but after that, the rest have no effect at all on the U.S. Champion. Suavio, thinking he's really stunned DW, starts to do his sexy strut again. As he turns around, he's met with a vicious clothesline for his trouble. The crowd groans as Suavio is badly shaken.

FRANK: HAHA! Brushed aside like a little fly.

HERB: Suavio seems the worst for wear after that harsh exchange.

Warrior, not one to let the opportunity go by, lifts Suavio back to his feet. Snap suplex. Flipping back to an upright position, he snap suplexes him a second time. Once more he flips back around and up and lands a devastating THIRD snap suplex as Suavio twitches from the pain.

HERB: My gosh, this is just horrible!

FRANK: Whohooo! Guess I'm the winner of the pool tonight! Frankie's gonna be eating some steak!

HERB: We can only hope that Suavio is able to mount a comeback from all the canvas he's been eating so far.

FRANK: Comeback, shumback! Go Warrior! Whohooo!!!!

Meanwhile, our attention shifts from the massacre to the exchange between the two referees for the match. Laura grimaces after every move that Warrior lands successfully on Suavio. However, after a while, she can't help but start glancing over at the ever-hawking Drake Hyde. Deciding to get Laura's full attention, Drake goes for his move. Gently grabbing a corner of Laura's miniskirt bottom, he raises it slightly...just enough to tease the crowd and get Laura to turn towards him. When she does, Drake gets a crazed look at his eyes that slightly freaks out the Blonde Bombshell. His hands lash out...and latch right onto her breasts! Jiggling them slightly as he speaks, he issues forth the command....

DRAKE: LAURA! GET THE BLANKIE!!!!!!

As Laura slides to the outside, Drake quickly slides out of the other. They both reach for a trashcan full of items. Out of Laura's, we see her pull out a picnic basket and blanket. Drake's is a little bit different. Oh hell yeah. Out of his, we see him pull out a pair of handcuffs, a blindfold, and a feather! As they slide back inside the ring to meet up with each other, we see the look of astonishment on their faces. Taking a moment, both nod and go back outside the ring again. This time Drake returns with a picnic basket and a bouquet of flowers. Laura, on the other hand, returns with an S&M mask, a spiked dog collar, and a riding crop! Drake shrugs and motions for her to go outside with him. Telling the Spanish Announcers to take a hike, Drake spreads out the blankie across the top of the table. Putting down the basket, he hands her the bouquet and then puts the S&M mask on. Laura puts the spiked dog collar on him and they then begins dividing up the food!

FRANK: What the hell???

HERB: Hey, they're the refs in this match. They are the authority.

FRANK: They're EATING! What kind of authority is that?

HERB: One that Mr. Happy would appreciate?

Inside the ring, Dark Warrior executes a textbook diving reverse DDT. He follows that move up with the unprettier. Making a cocky cover, he realizes after a while that there are no refs to make the count. Looking around, he gets the shock of his life when he sees Laura eating with a masked and collared Drake Hyde. Sliding out of the ring, he approaches where they are and demands that this insanity stop immediately! Nonchalantly, Drake flips the riding crop around as if he's shooing away a horsefly until he realizes that the horsefly is Dark Warrior. Shaking his head at him, he then motions as if to say, 'Hey, can't you see we're trying to enjoy a picnic together?' As Dark Warrior seethes in his presence, Drake Hyde politely excuses himself from Laura to go back in the ring with Warrior. Warrior picks up Suavio and hits a reverse brainbuster. As Warrior makes the cover, Drake makes the count. But what neither Drake nor Dark Warrior notice at this moment is that as Suavio hit the mat after the brainbuster, his foot landed on the bottom rope and got twisted & tangled in the rope.....

1.....

2....

Thr...

And stops. Warrior is livid. Drake shows why he stopped the count as Suavio's foot is clearly on the rope. Granted, it's twisted and looking extremely distorted, but it's still on the rope. Drake looks back over at Laura who is now peeling a bananna. Rushing back outside the ring, Drake watches on with a keen interest as Warrior picks up Suavio and continues with the beatdown.

HERB: Ya know, I think I'm hearing word from the production van that now would be a great time to show some of the great products of the AWA.

FRANK: No! You gotta be kidding me. Okay, fine. I understand that...at various points of the PPV...spots are shown like these. How many we gonna run? Two? Three?

HERB: Actually the guys in the van suggested we run EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM!

FRANK: This is an outrage! An atrocity! An.....

And with that, we now see every advertisement that was to run throughout the PPV. Furthermore, the guys in the van also ran sneak-peek footage at several of the trailers for the matches yet to come. All told, 20 minutes of ad space ran. When the camera returns to the match, we see several mothers clutching their kids and turning their faces away from the devastating display of punishment that Dark Warrior is inflicting on Suavio Mega. Chaining moves together, we watch as Dark Warrior excutes a reverse brainbuster for the second time and follows that up with a vertibreaker.

HERB: In case you stepped away for those twenty minutes and returned, let me just say that you are NOT watching any replay footage right now. Warrior has not let up in the least.

FRANK: However, if you have a tape in the VCR, you should stop it and rewind it! That was some incredible stuff! Warrior went through several different fighting styles and art forms in the last twenty minutes: Lucha-Libre, Greco Roman, Jujitsu, Tae Kwan Do, and Tiger Crane. I also think he went a bit Matrix on him, but that's opinion and not substantiated fact.

HERB: Yet, he hasn't gone for a pin attempt. Why is that?

FRANK: Could it be because the refs are STILL having a picnic outside?

HERB: Actually, I think they have moved beyond the eating part. They only way I can explain it is that they are not playing a game of strip go-fish.

FRANK: Who's winning?

HERB: I think Drake. Too close to call.

FRANK: Unlike this slaughter!

Inside the ring, Dark Warrior has decided to ground The International Man of Pleasure with a series of submission moves. The crowd watches through cracks in their covering hands as DW applies a crossface for a good five minutes before moving to Suavio's legs where he applies the figure-four leglock. After several more minutes have passed, DW taunts the crowd and screams obscenties at both Hyde and Laura who seem completely oblivious to him. Reaching down on the near-lifeless form of Suavio, he applies the deadly darkness and then slams his body to the mat.

FRANK: This is the best match I've ever seen!

HERB: I have been an announcer for a generation and NEVER have I seen a match go this violently and one-sided. If not for the refs wanting to give the fans their money's worth in allowing so much to go on, it could very well have ended thirty or so minutes ago.

FRANK: Ref generosity? Is that what you're calling this Herb?

HERB: Well, they've allowed a lot to go in this match. Just look at the face of Suavio for crying out loud.

FRANK: Ya know let's do that. Can we get a close-up?

As the camera zooms in, Suavio's face is a battered, bruised, and bloody mess. His right eye is nearly swollen SHUT and his other eye is swollen OPEN! Swelling continues down the cheeks and underneath the jaw as Mega's head lolls to one side, blood running from his mouth as a snot bubble expands and contracts out of the left nostril. His hair is wild and spirals out in several different directions as the only signs of life are the occassional spasm from his body like someone delivering electroshock to him.

Turning the camera away from Suavio, we look at Dark Warrior who now has quite a good bit of sweat coming off his body. His breathing is slightly labored as he is feeling the effects of beating on a man for nearly 45 minutes now. His eyes are crazed and he taunts Suavio repeatedly with every hold he applies to him. After locking on the Sharpshooter for a good four minutes, he then calls for the coupe de gras. Scaling the top rope, he leaps off and lands the High Death on the VERY prone body of Suavio Mega.

As the ring RATTLES from the move, it snaps Drake and Laura from their game and their admiration for each other. Leaning over, Drake whispers something into her ear and points down under the ring. Laura doesn't get it so Drake draws her a picture on one of the napkins using a pen left behind by one of the Spanish Announcer's. Finally the light bulb lights and Laura is all to happy to oblige. Quickly they slide under the ring. Moments pass as we start seeing what they were wearing begin to slide out from under the ring.

Meanwhile, Warrior has shaken off the effects to his ribs from landing the High Death and slides over to make the pinfall. The crowd counts along.....

1....

2....

Thre....

NO!

The ring shakes from underneath and Warrior is shot off of Suavio's body. Not yet figuring out what is going on, he thinks that MAYBE Suavio SOMEHOW powered out of the move. Landing a few kicks into him, he then performs the Fake Out and covers once more....

1...

2...

THRE...NOOO!!!!!

This time, there is no denying the source of Suavio's 'resiliency,' as the canvas begins to bubble up at a faster and faster pace. Furious, Dark Warrior STOMPS at the mat only for the mat to shoot back up and take him off of his feet! The crowd laughs at what is transpiring, but Warrior does not find amusement in the events at all. Very, very wearily, he makes his way to the top again and signals for a THIRD High Death. As the ring continues to shake, Warrior steels his face and grits his teeth. Just as he goes to leap off, there is a tremendous JIGGLE that causes him to lose his footing as he plants to fly. He still gets airborn, but misses his mark as he flies gracelessly through the air crashing down awkwardly on his neck. Both men lie motionless.

HERB: HOLY SHIT!

FRANK: HOLY SHIT

HERB: I JUST SAID THAT!

The crowd begins to count both men out. As they get to eight, their count is broken as the ring starts to shimmy some more! As a result, the waving mat causes Suavio's body to inch closer to Warrior's. Inch after inch after inch it goes. Finally, we hear several moans that would put porn stars everywhere to shame as the ring shakes one final time. From the movement, we see Suavio's arm as it sticks straight out in the air as if giving a very aloof presidential type wave. Watching intensely, the crowd gasps as his hand finally descends....RIGHT ON WARRIOR'S TESTICLES!!! Dark Warrior groans out in pain, but is unable to do anything from the damage done to his neck.

Drake's arms are next seen as he reaches for both his and Laura's clothes. Giggling, they both slide from under the ring, looking dishelved as hell, but happy nonetheless. Standing back up, Drake points at what is taking place inside the ring. Laura slides under the bottom rope and makes the count....

1....

2....

And then completely forgets what the next number is. Drake thinks about saying something but just slides in. Getting shoulder to shoulder with her, he encourages her to start over with him. Together they make the count....

1....

2....

3!!!!!!!!

Calling for the bell, they raise Suavio's hand in victory before walking off to the back. Both men are still motionless in the ring, Suavio's right hand firmly over Warrior's testicles.

FRANK: Oh come on, get his hands off of there.

HERB: Hey, you put your hands where you have to in order to make a pin I guess.

FRANK: That’s just wrong. Suavio Mega should NOT have won that match. How in the hell did this happen?

HERB: Well, I guess Suavio just um... Hell I don’t even know how Suavio got his arm up. I know how he made it to being within reaching distance of Warrior, but I don’t know how in the hell Suavio got his hand up. I wonder how Dark Warrior is going to feel once he realizes he just lost this match AND Paige to Suvio Mega.

FRANK: To hell with the small things Herb, Warrior has a match for the World Title tonight, how in the hell is he going to be able to compete after landing on his neck like that.

HERB: I dunno, but he had better find a way, or else Vacamas will win the World Title and that’ll be another lost opportunity for Warrior.

FRANK: Oh man this is bad.... Well folks, while we wait for Dark Warrior and Suavio to make it out of the ring, we’re going to take you now to a debate that was taped earlier this week. It was last Friday folks, and here’s what was said...

We then go to mid event. The playback has already started as the AWA production crew tries to fit what they can of the debate into the allotted time slot for Revelations.

C-ROCK: First of all, while I have you out here LJ, I'd like to congratulate
you getting past me in the AWA World Title Tournament. Few men have beat me, and you definitely earned your victory over me. Congratulations!

C-Rock and LJ Vacamas shake hands.

C-ROCK: Secondly, Vacamas, I want to let you know that even though our match ended in controversy, I have NO hard feelings and am proud that we are both a part of the success of The Blueprint. I know, I know after our match I said that this was far from over, but I want to tell you right now what I meant. Your success and the success of The Blueprint is far from over here in the American Wrestling Alliance. But the real reason why the two of you are out here tonight on Friday Night Funk is to comment on your guys' main event match at Revelations! My first question is to you Vacamas. This is your first pay-per-view main event. Are you ready for the big time?

VACAMAS: It's never too soon if your good enough C-Rock and as you know,
"The Real Thing" is most certainly good enough.

C-ROCK: Is this too much in too little time for "The Real Thing"?

VACAMAS: For most people it certainly would be and facing someone the
calibre of Dark Warrior is definitely a step up in class. I have earned myself the priviliege of fighting for the most prestigious title in this company and I plan to make the most of it. I am the underdog going into this match and I have nothing to lose and everything to gain. One thing is for certain, win or lose, "The Real Thing Era" in the AWA is just going to get stronger and stronger. This is just the beginning.

C-ROCK: Dark Warrior. You are my tag team partner, and I consider you a
close friend, something not often found in the AWA's climate today, and I want the best for you. Undoubtablely, there has been one thing in your
career that has eluded you, and that is the AWA World Title. Now, going into
Revelations as the United States Champion and a heavy favorite, is this YOUR time?

DARK WARRIOR: Well, to answer your question bluntly, yes it is my time. I've
been waiting for this for two years. I was asked to come in and make an
impact, and which I did. Over one year later, I became rookie of the year. One fact that you should know is, every rookie of the year, has at least
held the World Title once in his career. I'm against one of two very tough
opponents I could have drawn.

Facing either of you would be a great challenge for myself. I may have had
some trouble in the ring, because I know your moves, just as well as you
know my moves. I don't have too many tricks up my sleeve, but you can expect myself to come up with something for the show. If it is indeed my time, I will make sure I take this company to new heights. I guess you could say I'll be starting the BluePrint of the new American Wrestling Alliance.

I've said it was my time before, but I never got the chance to win the
title. I was either screwed out of the match, or I lost the match with a
"rookie" mistake. Now, I've corrected those mistakes and have begun to teach others. LJ, care for a response?

VACAMAS: That's very true. Warrior, I have watched tapes from some of your
previous attempts at winning the World Title and you have certainly not
failed due to a lack of talent. This is undoubtedly your time and on paper
it's the best chance you have had to fulfil your destiny. I want you to
know though that "The Real Thing" is more mentally and physically prepared
for this match than I have ever been and you could be in for a battle that
you never dreamed possible. Warrior, Revelations should be a night of
fulfilling your dreams, the defining moment of your career but you have to
prepare yourself for the possibility that it could quite easily turn into a
nightmare.

C-ROCK: In the first two rounds of the AWA World Title Tournament, you faced two AWA rookies in Misery and Phoenix. Even though Vacamas is a cut above the rest, does the fact that he is a rookie to the AWA play any effect in your match-up on Sunday?

DARK WARRIOR: Yes I do think it will play a role in the match. It will play
a very important role in this match. But I am expecting better from LJ
Vacamas than I got from Phoenix, a man who never stood a chance against me.

Misery on the other hand gave me a match I'll never forget, which is what I
expect LJ to do. I personally think LJ has a great opportunity, and needs to
capitalize on it. I got the luck of the draw so far to grab three rookies.
Two of which show promise, and the other seems to have his head stuck up
Nightmists' ass.

LJ, you being a rookie means school is in session. I'm going to have to show
you what it takes to be the World Champion, not that with what has already been taught to you by Santini won't already help you. I'm going to give you the in ring work you need to become better. It will be okay to make a mistake against me, because you'll have another shot for the World Title.

As you will have another shot for the World Title, I may not get an
opportunity like this again and I must capitalize on it. I've been thinking
about what to do during the match... And just as you did against C-Rock, I
will pull out all the stops. I do have two matches at the pay per view, but
my focus will be one hundred percent on you. I'll be awaiting a response.

We then cut back to the announce table with Frank Jackson and Herb Summers once again.

FRANK: There you saw it folks. The price is high tonight as Dark Warrior and L.J Vacamas will face off for the most prestigious prize in the AWA. Going into this match, it’s been said that Warrior is the favorite to win.

HERB: Yeah, that was before he beat himself up with Suavio.

FRANK: uuughhh..... I still can’t believe that.

HERB: Well, let’s not cry over spilt milk here Frank, we’ve got a rookie brawl to get to.

FRANK: Actually, it’s going to be a 'Rookie Battle Royal', where each and everyone of AWA's newest members get to battle it out and see who gets there very first title shot!

HERB: Yeah a bunch of green nobodies...this is sure to be fun...

FRANK: Well now hey, let's see what they've got. I'm sure they wouldn't have been selected by our ever knowing President if they weren't.

HERB: Riiiight...oh look there making there way in...

'George Washington' by Hope of States erupts over the sound system, summoning Atlas from the back. He makes his way down the isle and slides under the rope and into the ring just as 'People Are Strange' by Twizted Interrupts the steady flow of music. Atlas stands in the ring a moment...looking toward the hole to the back, awaiting his first opponent. Something happens then...something very odd indeed. The hole in toward the back room remains empty and silent. The camera cuts back to Atlas as Id's music suddenly stops.

FRANK: Umm...I'm being told by the back that Id is nowhere to be seen...he no showed the Rookie Battle Royal!!

HERB: Ah geeze. Rebelous kids.

The silence is all encompassing...and before any of it is lifted, Lavender Bush runs in from the back and hits the baffled Atlas with a stiff spear to the midsection. He lands hard and begins to exchange lefts and rights with Atlas' face as our long holding silence is suddenly lifted by the sounds of "Shinobi vs. Dragon Ninja" by Lost Prophets, of course ushering in Kamikazi. As the number of bodies inside the ring continues to grow, 'Enterfaith' by SoulFly takes over everything before Lestat begins his descent toward ringside. No sooner does he enter the ring before 'Silence' by Econoline Crush makes everyone aware that "Tremendous" Logan Tremain has taken it upon himself to grace us with his presence.

Before anymore sound can give us heed to an approaching victim, the five men already inside the squared circle begin to really take it to eachother. Kamikazi lands two solid right hands to Logan Tremain's temple before planting a knee in his stomach. Off the ropes and Kamikazi lands a flying shoulder block on the rebounding Tremain. Our view cuts away from the ring a moment and toward the entrance. 'If You're Gonna Be Dumb' by Roger Alan Wade erupts, bringing with it none other than 'Sadistic' Sean Steele. Steele leaps over the top rope and lands on an awaiting Lestat. The two men go down in a heap, exchanging random blows with one another. The bell sounds as 'Dark Skies' begins to play and Rambo-J makes his way toward the ring. Our match is officially underway as Rambo-J merely stands near the apron on the outside, waiting to make his official entrance into this bout.

Inside, Atlas and Lavender Bush continue to throw lefts and rights. Atlas is able to thrust Bush's head beneath his right arm and bring him up high for a suspended suplex. The ring shakes with there landing, however this does not stop Kamikazi from whipping Tremain into the ropes, leaping over his head on the way back and landing on his feet...as Tremain stops his momentum and delivers a solid kick to the back of Kamikazi's head. Steele and Lestat are still going at it, as Lestat tries to throw a right hand...but gets taken down in a hard DDT for his efforts.

Rambo-J is still on the outside, stalking, waiting...he turns a corner and seems as though he is going to enter the ring...but stalls halfway under the rope only to remove himself once more. Meanwhile nearby, Atlas has taken Lavender Bush between his legs and upwards, slamming his head down in a devestating looking piledriver. Quick to his feet, he brings Bush with him, nearly decappitating him with a series of stiff chops. One hard boot to the midsection and Bush is bent over...a clubbing right hand from Atlas knocks him back to the canvas. Atlas picks him back up, backs him toward the rope, and with what seems like the most incredible display of power we have seen in ages, Atlas thrusts his right fist into Bush's chest, and the momentum alone is enough to send him flying over the top rope and onto the unforgiving floor beneath.

ANNOUNCER: Lavender Bush has been eliminated!!

FRANK: Oh what a way to go out! Did you see that power??

HERB: Scary stuff Frank.

Atlas stands near the rope, towering over everything else in the ring. He raises his arms over his head a kind of victory march before the battle has been won. This seems to be a fatal flaw however, for as he poses for the masses, Rambo-J finally decides to make his way beneath the rope and officially enters the match. He uses the ropes to leap forward with full momentum and land a beautiful dropkick to the midback of Atlas. The proper amount of power was certainly present, as Atlas is propelled over the top rope just as Bush had been moments ago, and lands hard on the floor below.

ANNOUNCER: Atlas has been eliminated!!

HERB: Wow. How Ironic.

FRANK: You can say that again...

Atlas makes it to one knee, and the look on his face is undeniable. Anger and rage wash over one another as Rambo-J dances about and celebrates inside of the ring. Atlas walks over to the ropes and reaches up into the ring, grabbing Rambo-J by the hair. J thrashes around a bit, but is unable to break free of the iron grip of Atlas. In what seems to be a failing attempt at escape, Rambo J sends a foot flying backwards into the ropes which catches Atlas square on the jaw. Atlas releases Rambo J and Rambo is on his way running across the ring. Atlas shakes it off and slides under the bottom rope to give chase after Rambo J. Rambo doesn’t wait around for Atlas to catch up with him one bit. Just as Atlas begins to run across the ring after Rambo, Rambo slides under the bottom rope on the opposite side of the ring. Atlas still gives chase though. Running over to the other side of the ring and climbing through the second rope. Atlas’ lack of speed compared to Rambo J gives Rambo J just the kind of advantage he needs. Rambo begins to play cat and mouse with Atlas as he runs around the corner of the ring. Just as Atlas makes it out of the ring, Rambo J waves around the corner at him in a teasing fashion. Atlas being an angry giant at this point continues to give chase. Before Atlas can make it to the one corner, Rambo J is all the way down at the other corner already. Atlas looks down the length of the ring to see Rambo waving at him from the other side. Atlas again runs down the length of the ring. While Atlas is in the process of running along the ring though, Rambo J runs over to the Spanish announce table and grabs a chair from one of the Spanish announcers. Rambo then goes back to the corner and ducks to hide from Atlas. Just as Atlas makes it to the corner, Rambo J jumps up and cracks Atlas in the head with the chair. Atlas staggers back, but doesn’t go down. Rambo looks at the nearly bent in half chair and can’t believe Atlas didn’t go down. Rambo flips the chair around and again cracks Atlas in the head with the chair in an attempt to bend it back the other way, or possibly take Atlas off of his feet. Rambo is successful in one of these objectives, but Atlas is still on his feet. Although bleeding profusely from the head, Atlas is still standing. Rambo still can’t believe it. In one final attempt, Rambo runs past Atlas, jumps up onto the guard rail and launches himself off back towards Atlas. THWACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Rambo cracks Atlas AGAIN with the chair and the chair flies out of Rambo’s hands. This time, Atlas goes down.... To one knee? Rambo gets up to his feet and can’t believe it. Atlas is obviously shaken, but he’s still trying to make it back up to his feet.

Back in the ring, the other four wrestlers are wrestling as if they are the final four. Lestat seems to have gotten some momentum behind him and has mounted a counter attack on Sean Steele. A bodyslam is followed by a falling elbow, leaving Steele dazed on the canvas. Lestat plants a series of right hands on Steele's head as Logan Tremain whips Kamikaze against the ropes right past Lestat and Steele. Upon his return, Tremain hits a beautiful tilt-a-whirl back breaker on Kamikaze. With his back still sprawled across his knee, Tremain hits two clubbing blows on his chest before rolling him onto the canvas. Lestat meanwhile, has lifted Steele to his feet once more, and goes to hit him with a hard kick to the side of the head. Steele is quick, however, and catches Lestat's foot. This sudden unexpected turn goes unrewarded, however, as Lestat quickly delivers a beautiful Enziguri.

The camera suddenly cuts back to ringside, and we can see Atlas has Rambo-J over his head in a gorilla press slam. He is just about to drop J over the barricade and into the awaiting crowd, but Rambo is able to slide out of his grasp and behind him. Again he plants a hard dropkick, again knocking Atlas forward, this time into the crowd himself. Suddenly, Rambo looks at the apron near where he is standing. He dashes to it and leaps up, waits a moment for Atlas to get to a knee, before landing an awesome flying DDT, planting Atlas' head hard onto the floor. Both men are down as we return to the action inside the ring.

Lestat has continued to work on Sean Steele, enough so to have whipped him against the ropes again...awaiting his return in order to meet his neck with a clothesline. Steele ducks however, and on his way back grabs Lestat by the head and slams it hard into the mat with a bulldog. Both men are down as we notice Kamikaze has begun to fight back on Tremain. Logan attempts a headbutt, but instead is rocked by a headbutt by Kamikaze instead. Kamikaze follows it up with another, and another, before signalling toward the crowd and hitting a beautiful Korkscrew. Tremain is down, and Kamikaze leaps atop a nearby turnbuckle, flying foward and landing a nice Swanton Bomb. Tremain is hurt and Kamikaze takes advantage, lifting him to his feet and grabbing his hair before throwing him over the top rope.

ANNOUNCER: Logan Tremain has been eliminated!!

FRANK: Total Non-Stop Action here, Herb!

HERB: Uh...sorry to burst your bubble but I think that's trademarked...

FRANK: What?

HERB: Do you have any idea about this sport at all? I mean, at all??

FRANK: The hell are you talking about...?

HERB: Nevermind...just call the match.

Kamikaze is up, seemingly pumped full of adrenaline. Lestat and Steele are still on the mat exchanging blows, as Kamikaze rushes over and lands on both of them with a legdrop. All three men are down, and Kamikaze is first to his feet. Lestat follows closely behind and the two begin to go at it. Lefts and rights are exchanged, and Lestat tries to throw Kamikaze over. Kaze whips him against the ropes however, and lowers his head for a back body drop. Lestat stops short and kicks Kamikaze in the chest. He lands two stiff chops before Steele grabs his arm from behind and plants two hard right hands on his forehead.

The two go at it once more and Steele grabs Lestat by the head, placing it under his arm. In one fluid motion, Steele takes him up and then down in a gorgeous Screwdriver. Lestat is out on the ground and Steele seizes his opportunity to lift him to his feet, and throw him over the top rope. Lestat hits the ground hard.

ANNOUNCER: Lestat has been eliminated!!

Steele and Kamikaze meet center ring, staring dead into eachothers eyes. Kamikaze goes to hit a hard right hand but Steele blocks it and delivers one of his own instead. Kamikaze tries again, but still, Steele is able to reverse it and hit his own hard right hand. He quickly plants Kamikazes head under his arm and takes him to the mat with a hard DDT. Steele is quick to his feet and plants two solid kicks to Kamikazes rib cage. He lifts Kamikaze to his feet and hits a nice standing belly to belly. Quick to his feet again, Steele lifts Kamikaze up with him.

Off the ropes goes Kamikaze by Steele's momentum. Upon his return, Kamikaze is able to lift his arm and clothesline Steele...who goes over the top rope. However, before his feet hit the ground, Steele is able to stop his momentum and hold on tightly to the top rope. Kamikaze turns his back to him, celebrating his alleged victory center ring. Steele pulls himself up, back over the top rope, and square into the ring. Kamikaze seems to have heard the sound of his landing as he slowly turns around, only to be hit with a Screwdriver as well.

Steele lifts Kamikaze back to his feet and easily propels him over the top rope and onto the hard floor beneath. Sean sees this and falls to his knees, raising both arms in victory.

ANNOUNCER: Kamikaze has been eliminated!!

Back to the outside we go as we see Rambo J slowly crawling back over the guard rail. Sean Steele is up to his feet celebrating now as the fans cheer for him. Rambo J quickly makes it back into the ring as Sean Steele is now standing up on the turnbuckle. Rambo, in a fleeting burst of energy runs over and pushes Steele from the top turnbuckle.

HERB: WHOA MOMMA!!!

FRANK: Steele didn’t even see him coming.

But that doesn’t seem to even matter. As soon as Steele felt himself being pushed from behind, he immediately grabbed onto the rope at his right. In a twisted motion, Steele falls, but manages to keep a grip on the rope to keep himself from being eliminated. Rambo J doesn’t realize it at first, and he himself begins to think that he is the winner, but is informed otherwise as he looks up at the AWAtron to see Sean Steele standing on the outside apron looking back in the ring at Rambo. A replay of what just happened then hits the AWAtron and Rambo turns with a surprised look on his face. Rambo can’t believe that Steele was able to hold on the way he did, but then again, neither is the crowd. Rambo takes off running towards Sean Steele. Rambo tries the most basic of moves to finish putting Steele to the floor. Rambo goes for a running shoulder block, but Steele falls to the mat, pulling the top rope down with him and it’s Rambo J who goes over the top rope and falls to the floor outside bringing this match to an end.

ANNOUNCER: Rambo J has been eliminated, leaving 'Sadistic' Sean Steele as your WINNER!!

FRANK: Well, I guess when you’re meant to win, you’re just meant to win.

HERB: Now why can’t you realize that with Suavio Mega?

FRANK: And I was doing so well forgetting about that.

HERB: Oh, don’t worry, I won’t let you get Alzheimer on me. Just call me the cure.

FRANK: Geee, thanks.

HERB: Hmm..... I’m being told that something is going on in the back Frank, we’re going to go there now, live.

Backstage we go now and we see a distraught Paige who still can’t believe what happened earlier tonight. Tears are running down her face as she’s watching a replay of the first match of the night. Paige gets up to leave the room, but as soon as she opens the door, we see an independent security team standing guard outside her door. Paige tries to leave the room, but she is presented with a problem as none of the security guards will move to allow her to pass.

PAIGE: What the hell is wrong with you? Let me ot of here.

SECURITY GUARD: Sorry mam, but I can’t let you do that. I’m under specific orders not to let you leave until Mr. Mega has come to call on you.

PAIGE: Mr. Mega? No!!! I’m not going anywhere with him.

Just then, we see Dark Warrior being brought across the hallway on a stretcher with his neck in a brace. Warrior looks at the scenario and jumps from the stretcher. The EMT’s try to stop him, but it’s of little use as he pushes them aside. Warrior now stands in front of the security guard.

WARRIOR: You might want to move out of the way and let me pass.

SECURITY GUARD: Sorry sir, but I can’t do that.

Warrior sucks air through his teeth.

WARRIOR: Wht do you mean you CAN’T do that.

SECURITY GUARD: I can’t let you be around Paige sir. I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to keep moving along now.

WARRIOR: You can’t let me be around Paige? I think you’ve got things a little confused here.

SECURITY GUARD: No sir. I’ve been served a copy of the contract and have been instructed to make sure that no one tries to break it’s binding agreement. As of the end of your match Paige belongs to Mr. Suavio Mega.

Paige is crying behind the wall of security guards. She doesn’t want to accept what is the inevitable outcome of this whole ordeal.

PAIGE: What .... *sniff* What do you mean.... *sniff* Belong?

SECURITY GUARD: Well, that’s pretty much up to Mr. Suavio Mega mam. All I’m supposed to do is make sure that you leave under Mr. Mega’s custody and that Mr. Warrior doesn’t try to interfere or come within thirty feet of you mam.

WARRIOR: You better move right now. Thirty feet my ass.

SECURITY GUARD: Sir, if you don’t-

The security guard can’t even finish what he was about to say before Warrior slams his fist into the mans head. The guard goes down like a sack of potatoes and Warrior begins to reach for Paige and she reaches back. But before Warrior can make it to her, he is swarmed by the independent security team and they begin tagging him with stun guns. Warrior begins shaking violently as the jolts of electricity shoot through his body. Paige screams as she is forced away from Warrior by the ever present security team. We then go back to the announce table.

FRANK: OH MY GOD!!!! What the hell is going on back there.

HERB: Looks like Warrior wasn’t REALLY ready to accept the terms of the match he agreed to. It also looks like Suavio Mega enlisted the help of an independent security firm to protect his investment.

FRANK: Investment, it’s Paige, she’s not a piece of property. How can Suavio Mega OWN her?

HERB: Well, Warrior AND Paige both agreed to the stipulations of the match.

FRANK: Yeah, but they didn’t really think that Suavio could win. I mean come on...

HERB: Oh, I hear something else is going on backstage now.

We go backstage where we see Misery is getting ready for his match-up and all of a sudden we see a sledge hammer hitting him from behind. It is Rawstarr and he grabs Misery’s feet and puts him in "The Kicka" and holds it.

At the same time in another location backstage we see Big bad blue grabbing the fish out of his tank. Big Bad Blue power bombs The Fish and then picks him up to deliver a blue driver onto the hard cement floor.

We then jump to another location where we see Javex watching all this in amazement and as he turns he catches a boot to the face from Tim ""The Giant"" then a ddt to the floor.Tthen Tim "The Giant" lifts Javex up and puts him in the TOKE Slam.

After Blue and Tim do their deed they run out but Rawstarr holds the hold until referees come and get him off.

HERB: Wow, NPD pulling off a massive attack backstage there.

FRANK: Who cares about NPD, what about Dark Warrior and Paige. This isn’t right. Can’t we get someone to rule Drake Hyde and Laura out as interfering in the match to make the stipulations null and void?

HERB: I dunno, I sure hope not. And how in the blue hell can you claim that a ref interfered in a match, ESPECIALLY when the ref NEVER touched either wrestler?

The camera shoots to the AWAtron where you see a red background with a shadow of a person*

VOICE: I've been exiled.... I've been forgotten.. Well now... I am back... It's been months... Seems like years... You will not forget me.... I will not let you..... Just sit and wait.... Your next AWA champ... Has arrived

The mans shadow disappears and with a black background and silver letters says "In 2 weeks.... He's coming..." After that the camera zooms off the AWAtron*

HERB: What the hell was that?

FRANK: That was.... Oh hell I don’t know Herb, he’s someone coming to the AWA in two weeks. Now can we get back to the problem at hand? We need to find a way to get Dark Warrior and Paige out of their agreement.

HERB: HA!!! Have fun looking. I just wish they would have made it a year instead of thirty days.

FRANK: How can you say that? Think of the misery Warrior and Paige will have to endure. I mean just the thought of that Suavio Mega guy doing what ever he wants with her. Touching her where ever he wants to touch her. Taking her where ever he wants to take her.

HERB: Hey, think about the happiness Paige will bring to Suavio for thirty days. Well, more like three days because it’s going to take Suavio about three and a half weeks to heal to a point that he can enjoy his victory. But we’ve got to focus on other things now because here comes Surge for his match.

"Breathe In Breathe Out" begins to play as Surge comes walking out from backstage. Surge gets down to the ring and climbs in. Upon doing so, the AWAtron comes to life. We are taken backstage where we see Adam Bawm and Rival talk amongst each other as they walk.

ADAM BAWM: Oh man, I can’t wait. I’m going to get Drake Hyde and it’s going to be like BLAM!!!

RIVAL: Yeah, and when I get that King Chozen, it’ll be like SLAM!!!

BOTH ADAM AND RIVAL: And when we get them, it’ll be like DAMN!!!!!

Both men start laughing as they continue to walk. As they walk though, they bump into Kris Synz who is at the coffee table getting a cup of coffee. Adam Bawm bumps into Kris and then stops as Kris spills coffee on Bawm’s foot. Bawm and Rival look Kris up and down.

ADAM BAWM: Um... Excuse you, but you just spilt coffee on my foot.

KRIS: Yeah, well you should have watched where you were going then.

ADAM BAWM: No, really, YOU spilled coffee on MY shoe. So...

And just like that, Adam Bawm and Rival begin attacking Kris Synz. We watch on as they beat Kris Synz to the point that he can’t even stand on his own. Bawm then slams the coffee pot over Kris’s head and scalding hot coffee spills all over Kris Synz. We then go back to the announce table.

HERB: I guess that’s their way of saying that Kris Synz is unable to compete in his match tonight.

FRANK: So what does this mena for Surge?

HERB: Well, from the looks of things, he’s disappointed at the fact he doesn’t get to have a match tonight, but hey, there will be other days to have a match. At least he isn’t in Kris Synz’z shoes right now.

FRANK: Oh, those have got to be some hot shoes to be in at the moment.

HERB: Oh yeah. Hold on, it looks like the ring announcer has something to say.

RING ANNOUNCER: Ladies and gentlemen. After already having one match canceled it is my unfortunate duty to report to you at this time that Doc Ozz vs. The Fisherman will not take place either. If you would like to look to the AWAtron at this time, you will see why.

The AWAtron comes to life once again as we see a furious Dark Warrior stomping around the backstage area with The Blueprint in tow.

DARK WARRIOR: WHERE IS HE!!!

Warrior looks like he could kill someone right now. EMT’s are buzzing around him like flies, but he just shoves them away refusing their medical attention. The Fisherman is seen preparing for his match when Dark Warrior comes right up on him.

DARK WARRIOR: (Through closed teeth) Where is he?!

THE FISHERMAN: Yar... Where’s who matey?

DARK WARRIOR: You know who... Where’s that piece of sh!t Suavio Mega at?

THE FISHERMAN: Yar matey... I don’t know of this Suavio Mega you speak of.

DARK WARRIOR: Fine, where’s Drake Hyde? I don’t care who it is anymore, I’m going to beat the living hell out of someone tonight.

THE FISHERMAN: Nope... Don’t know this Drake Hyde guy either matey.

DARK WARRIOR: Well then, it looks like you found yourself in all the wrong places, with all the wrong answers tonight then, now doesn’t it.

THE FISHERMAN: Yar...

And then Dark Warrior floors The Fisherman as the rest of The Blueprint begin stomping away at The Fisherman. Then, all of a sudden, the large garage door in front of the massive beating taking place opens. Outside the door, we see Paige being forced into an ambulance with Suavio Mega by the independant security team.

C-ROCK: Warrior....

Dark Warrior is too deeply enthralled in the beating he is serving The Fisherman at the moment.

L.J VACAMAS: Warrior!!

This time, Warrior looks up to see what’s going on just as the security guards shut the door behind Paige. We see Paige crying as her face fills the rear window of the ambulance. The guards pound on the back of hte ambulance giving an all clear signal for them to take off. Dark Warrior jumps off of The Fisherman and runs right into the middle of the security team. The Blueprint follows him in and the security team is no match for them in the least. The guards don’t even have enough time to pull their stun guns. But it’s too late for Warrior, as the ambulance has already pulled away.

DARK WARRIOR: DAMNIT!!! I need a car...

Warrior begins to run off when C-Rock and Vacams grab him and pull him back.

C-ROCK: You can’t man, you have a match you have to stay here for.

WARRIOR: I’ll be back before it’s time for my match.

L.J VACAMAS: No man, you can’t take that chance. This is our night, we can’t let anything stop us from doing what we came to do.

WARRIOR: I have to get Paige back though.

C-ROCK: We can do that after the show. She’s going to the hospital, I don’t think that punk is leaving anytime soon. We’ll go there after the show and we’ll get her back.

We then go back to the announce table.

FRANK: Oh man... I hope this doesn’t affect Dark Warrior’s performance in the main event tonight.

HERB: Well, it would be pretty stupid to think t wouldn’t, don’t you think.

FRANK: Oh man...

HERB: Hey, don’t worry. Dark Warrior can make history as being the only man who’s had as many World Title shots as he has and never won a single one of them.

FRANK: Oh shut up, that’s not even funny.

HERB: It wasn’t meant to be. And now we take you back to the ring folks as we get set for a match that will not be de-railed.

"What If?" begins to play as Phoenix comes walking out onto the rampway. The crowd shows him that they aren’t ignoring his name in this match and Phoenix receives a decent pop from the crowd. Phoenix makes it down to the ring and climbs in. Phoenix makes it over to the turnbuckle and climbs up. Phoenix signals to the crowd to get another reaction and as he does, "Back In The Saddle" begins to play as Snakebite comes out to the ring drinking from a bottle of Jack Daniels. Snakebite pauses for a bit and then raises his arm to the crowd to get a reaction from them and he does. Snakebite makes it down to the ring and climbs in. Next up, "Weeping Wall" plays out as Low and Ramona come out onto the rampway. Low doesn’t seem to want to wait any longer for this match to take place. Low runs down to the ring and slides in under the bottom rope, as soon as he does, the bell is sounded. Right away all three men go after each other. There doesn’t seem to be a preference in who they go after. Low nails Phoenix right after Phoenix nails Snakebite. Snakebite staggers back and instead of going back after Phoenix who hit him, he nails Low. This match is off to a fast pace as Snakebite goes for a suplex on Low but Phoenix stops that short as he delivers a strong kick to the shoulders of both men sending them crashing over to the side. Phoenix is back up, but so are Low and Snakebite. We then see Low and Snakebite work together to take Phoenix down with a double suplex after they both deliver a kick to his midsection.

HERB: Who ever would have thought we would see this. Snakebite and Low teaming up...

But that didn’t last long at all as Snakebite and Low are already back at each other. It’s Low with a devastating right hand that spins Snakebite around. On the rebound spin, Snakebite answers back with a savat kick to the chin of Low that takes Low off of his feet. Just then though, Snakebite is taken off of his feet as well as Phoenix nails him with a diving shoulder tackle. Both Snakebite and Phoenix roll around on the mat exchanging blows. This give Low enough time to get up to his feet though and he does just that. With Low up to his feet now, he takes a step back looking on as Snakebite and Phoneix continue to exchange rights and lefts.

HERB: Low playing it smart here.

FRANK: Or playing it like a coward.

HERB: What!!! Oh please, how could you call him a coward. This is obviously the smart thing to do. Low’s a smart wrestler, that’s what he does. Why slug it out with a couple of brawlers. Why not let them slug it out with themselves and then just pick up the pieces after they’re done?

FRANK: Stop trying to sound educated.

Back inside the ring, Snakebite is now on top of Phoenix. Low inserts himself into the mix up at this point. Low walks over, stepping over the two on the mat, he grabs Snakebite in a sugar hold and leans back into it. Phoenix crawls out from under Snakebite and Low and gets up to his feet. Low seems to think that Phoenix would back off for a few seconds to let Low wear Snakebite down a little, but what Low thinks, and what Phoenix do are two separate things. Phoenix doesn’t agree with what Low thinks, as Phoenix thinks that he should plant a boot to the side of Low’s head, and that’s exactly what he does. Low goes down, and Snakebite is now free. Now it’s Snakebite and Phoenix who work together as they each grab one of Low’s legs and make a wish.

HERB: OUCH!!! Man, why do they have to go and do something like that.

FRANK: I dunno, maybe they thought Low could do the splits.

HERB: Maybe they should see if you can do the splits.

Low is holding his groin area after being pulled apart at the legs. Snakebite and Phoenix now going after each other. Or should I say it’s Phoenix going after Snakebite as he grabs him in a belly to belly and delivers the suplex. Snakebite goes down, and not Phoenix jumps up on top of him and begins raining down on him with lefts and rights. Snakebite doesn’t play role of the victim too well though and is soon throwing his own lefts and rights back up at Phoenix. This continues until Low gets to his feet. All is broken up when Low hits Phoenix with a lower drop kick that nails Phoenix right in the temple as he sits over Snakebite. Phoenix tumbles over, and Low doesn’t even go after Phoenix anymore from that point. Instead, Low goes after Snakebite before Snakebite can get up to his feet. Low pulls Snakebite up and sends a boot flying into his gut. Low tries to end it early as he goes for a Low Stunner, but Snakebite has the move well scouted and just as Low gets his arm around Snakebite’s neck, Snakebite reaches his arms around Low, grabbing him around his arm and neck, joining his hands in the front of Low’s chest. From here, before Low can drop down, Snakebite takes Low crashing back with him in a dragon suplex. Low goes down hard and folds in half on impact. Snakebite gets back up to his feet, and then begins to pull Low back up since he has just taken a bit out of him. This time Snakebite sends Low into the corner with an irish whip. Snakebite follows him in slowly and begins to lay into Low with a series of knife edge chops. The crowd begins to WOOOOOO!!! With each chop. After five chops, Snakebite goes for another, but Low blocks it and answers back with a chop of his own. The crowd responds, and then Snakebite comes back with another chop. The crowd is al over this chop-fest as the sounds of the chops ring out in the arena. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. Low’s chest is almost beat red, but he’s still going. But that doesn’t matter any to Phoenix who just came crashing down on both Low and Snakebite. Phoenix pulls both men back up and slams their heads together in a double head butt. The crowd reacts, some in cheers, others in boos. Phoenix pulls them back and is attempts to do it again. This time how ever, Low and Snakebite manage to get their hands up against each others head to stop the impact. Phoenix looks surprised, but he’s even more surprised by what happens next. Snakebite and Low BOTH grab Phoenix by his head and slam THEIR heads into HIS head. Phoenix goes down hard and the entire crowd erupts into cheers.

HERB: Now that’s using their heads, HAHAHAHA!!!

FRANK: Well, you’re right for a change so I guess I won’t make fun of you.

HERB: Um.... Suavio Mega.

FRANK: Shut up!!!

Herb: HAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

Snakebite and Low now go back to working as a team again. They pull Phoenix up and walk him over to the ropes where Snakebite then proceeds to lock Phoenix into the octopus. While Snakebite has Phoenix tied up in the rope, Low begins to deliver super kick, after super kick, after super kick. Low gets in a grand total of three superkicks in a row before the ref makes Snakebite break the hold. Snakebite breaks the hold and Phoenix falls to the mat. Low doesn’t let him rest for long though and picks him right back up. Low takes Phoenix over with a german suplex and rolls to his side to pull Phoenix up again. Low lands another, and begins to roll Phoenix through again.

FRANK: Um.... Isn’t that supposed to be Snakebite’s little special move?

HERB: I guess this is Low’s way of saying that he can do anything Snakebite can do, or something like that.

But Snakebite won’t let Low finish showing off for the crowd as he nails Low with a savat kick once Low gets himself and Phoenix back up to their feet. Low goes down, but Phoenix is still standing, as wobbly as could be, but standing just the same. Snakebite takes Low’s place and grabs Phoenix around the waist and takes him up & over. Snakebite keeps a grip and rolls through to pull himself and Phoenix back up again to their feet. Snakebite takes Phoenix up and over again.

HERB: Well, there’s number four for Phoenix.

Snakebite again rolls them both up to their feet and takes Phoenix up and over again.

FRANK: And there’s five. Poor, poor Phoenix.

Snakebite isn’t done yet though, as he rolls through again and now both Phoenix and Snakebite are up to their feet again. This time, it is Low who nails Snakebite with a superkick. Low quickly moves in behind Phoenix and takes him down for his sixth german suplex.

HERB: SIX!!!! Six german suplex’s in a row Frank. Phoenix must be done.

FRANK: I’d have to agree with you.

Low then pulls Phoenix over and locks him into the Low Profile. Phoenix doesn’t even look like he’s conscious at this point. The ref is checking for any signs of life from Phoenix, but doesn’t find any. The ref raises Phoenix’s hand into the air and lets it fall. The ref raises Phoenix’s hand into the air again, but this time, before he can even let go of his hand, Snakebite pushes the ref out of the way and grabs Low up breaking the Low Profile. Snakebite has his hands locked again around Low’s neck and arm as he takes him back for another dragon suplex. Low goes down hard. Snakebite is back up though, and pulls Phoenix up. Snakebite sends Phoenix into the corner with an irish whip and follows him in. Snakebite spins Phoenix around and lifts him up in an atomic drop position but then sets him up on the top rope. Snakebite then climbs up behind Phoenix and nails the Venom Strike, Snakebite gets up to his feet and is about to go for the cover. But once he gets to his feet, he is taken by surprise with a boot to the gut and a Low Stunner. Snakebite crashes hard after the stunner, and Low makes the cover on Phoenix realizing that he has a better chance of pinning Phoenix after all he’s been through in this match. The ref hits the mat and makes the count 1.... 2.... 3.....

HERB: Oh man, what a match.

FRANK: Phoenix has nothing to be a shamed of here Herb. He came, he gave it all, and he gave two AWA legends a run for their money. I mean hell, it took both Low and Snakebite working as a team to beat him.

HERB: Yeah, he can certainly raise his head high after this fight.

We then go to an advertising block for AWA merchandise. A few tease trailers are shown for matches that are still to come. When we come back a talkative crowd chatters among every nook and cranny of the arena. They are quite restless and are ready to see some action. The noise of random voices continues filling the air - suddenly, as if they saw it coming, the whole crowd erupts in cheers as "Vivrant Thing" by Q-Tip, hits the speakers. Out pops Lustful Laura, jumping excitingly in the air. She’s wearing a pair of black short shorts and the same sports bra she was wearing earlier in the night as a ref. Laura has the AWA Woman’s Championship belt in her hands as she makes it down to the ring. Catcalls can still be heard over her music. Once Laura gets to the ring, she bends between the top and second rope again straddling the second rope Laura shakes her "assets" for the crowd. Laura makes it into the ring and begins to wait for her opponent. While Laura waits, she tries to remember how to breathe. After a few successful practice tries, she tries for the real thing, but begins coughing as she somehow messes it up. She decides it’s better if she just waits instead.

FRANK: God, what an idiot. You know, she’s part of the reason Dark Warrior lost.

HERB: Oh come on, how are you going to blame her? She doesn’t even know how to breathe, look at her. She couldn’t mastermind a one piece jigsaw puzzle, let alone figure out how to put it together. I think it’s a little unfair to hold her accountable for her actions Frank.

FRANK: Oh really, and why’s that?

HERB: Well, you should have an IQ at least equal to a hole if you are going to be held accountable for something.

FRANK: I guess you’ve got a point.

She doesn’t wait more than a minute however, because soon after her entry in the ring, "Wangsta" by 50 Cent blares over the speakers. Looking rather pompous and cocky, Lady C comes out to the ring wearing a tight leather outfit. Mrs. Rawness accompanies her. Lady C jumps over the ropes and enters the ring - she charges right over to Laura and shoves her to the mat. The bell is rung.

HERB: Whoa, I guess Lady C is in a hurry to get this match started or something.

FRANK: YEAH!!! Beat her Lady C. Beat her like Warrior beat Suavio!!!

HERB: Yeah, because we saw how well that worked for Warrior.

FRANK: Oh shut up.

Laura, seemingly dazed by the push, staggers back to her feet and slaps Lady C across the face. Lady C stumbles back, but manages to stand her ground. She marches right in front of Laura and slaps her in the face. Laura retaliates by clotheslining Lady C down to the mat. The crowd cheers and Laura continues by delivering a solid leg drop. She immediately dives down for the pin - however, instead of staying on her, Laura leaps off and slams her hand on the mat, as if she is the referee. The real ref walks over to Laura and shakes her - she begins yelling at him as if she really is the ref and he’s not. Tied up by such a ditsy situation, Lady C hops back to her feet and runs at Laura with a devastating dropkick. Laura goes down hard; Lady C goes for a pin - "1-". The ref doesn’t even get a two count in, before Laura kicks out.

Lady C tries to pull Laura up and deliver a DDT, but Laura counters by pushing her away and nails a DDT of her own on Lady C. Laura rushes on to the top turnbuckle and leaps off with a beautiful flying bodypress. She covers for the pin on Lady C, this time aware of the fact that she is not the referee. "1, 2-" The ref nearly gets to the three count, but Lady C manages to get the shoulder up. Laura doesn’t allow Lady C to get to her feet by herself; rather, Laura pulls Lady C by the hair and yanks her up to a standing position. Laura begins dishing out a series of knife-edge chops on Lady C, and then throws her out of the ring. With Lady C laying flat on the ground, Laura darts for the top turnbuckle, gets herself on it, and catapults herself off, in an attempt to inflict pain through a nasty elbow drop. This does not follow through however, because Lady C rolls out of the way. Both women lay on the floor, struggling to get to their feet - the ref begins the outside count.

By the time the referee hits the 6 in his counting, Lady C is back to her feet. She manages to roll herself into the ring. On the 7th count, Laura does the same. Both ladies are now in the ring once again and are still trying to regain their balance on two feet. They are both successful in getting up, using the ropes as leverage. Lady C shakes her head and comes running at Laura with a clothesline - Laura ducks and counters with a very harmful looking roundhouse kick. She then pulls up Lady C enough to drive her back down with a well-placed impact DDT. She is about to make the cover, but instead stands over Lady C in confusion, looking around, very clueless. So in another blonde moment, Laura grabs the referee’s arm and tosses him down over Lady C and begins counting. She gets to two, when the ref jolts himself up and begins yelling at Laura, telling her that he is the ref and she is not.

Laura scratches her head and shrugs her shoulders, then calmly walks over to Lady C. Lady C, aware of Laura, tries to pull her down on the mat, but instead, Laura pulls Lady C up and delivers a potent jawbreaker. She then motions to the crowd and sets up Lady C for, "Hollywood’s Falling Star." Lustful Laura pulls it off flawlessly and goes right into the pin. The ref counts… "1, 2, 3!" The bell rings, the crowd cheers, and Lustful Laura keeps her treasured title

FRANK: Herb.... You’ve talked to Laura before, right?

HERB: Sure I have. Why?

FRANK: Please tell me this is all an act.

HERB: Sorry to say Frank, but no one can act THAT good. She’s the real deal.

FRANK: uuughhhh..........

The fans finally start calming down from what was just a wild match, when suddenly, the lights begin to dim greatly, not quite to pitch black, but a darkness so that the fans across the ring barriers, can’’t one another, and only can see that of the ring, and the entrance way. The fans begin to shout and yell out in anticipation as ""Calling From Heaven"" starts up, and plays throughout the arena. The vibes of the song echo though-out the arena, just the sounds of it, telling you of a powerful presence about to appear.

After about twenty seconds into the song, a figure appears, dressed in black, a hood over his head as all attention is driven towards him. The fans, wondering, who this could be, and why he or she is here, as the figure, continues to stand there, for another ten to twenty seconds into the song, before he solemnly walks to the ring, slowly, as if each step were more powerful, more important than the last, yet with the grace of an angel among the heavens, as the figure makes it’’s way towards the ring, then slowly walks up towards the stairway, looking around the arena as the fans anticipation grows to an all-time high, with then speaking to whomever is right next to each other, of who this is, who it could be.

The figure says nothing, but instead gets in the ring, slowly, underneath his cloak, producing a mic, as his music slowly begins to fade out, the lights coming back on, not fully, but so that each fan in the arena can see the figure and gaze in wonder of who this is.

Herb: Who is this mystery man? Or woman? Or what?

Frank: I have no idea Herb! I don’’t have anything about an appearance from anyone other than what we have seen before tonight.

Herb: Well whomever he is, I think we are about to find out who this is as he looks ready to speak……

The figure puts the mic up to his lips as he speaks, slowly, his words, being heard without restraint by anyone or anything:

"Mortis no estre morste……was a quote I said about a year ago to the world. And now I say it again, here, tonight……""

Frank & Herb and just about every fan who remembers him in the AWA: MORTIS!!!!

Mortis pulls off his hood, the fans in shock, not giving a reaction either way, just pure shock as Mortis looks around before he speaks again:

""It has been a long time, yes?""

The audience is still stunned at these turn of events as Mortis nods in agreement to his question:

""Yes. When was it that you saw me? Ah yes, Classic, 2002. The night legends are made, and those who aren’’t, have their reputations enhance more than they could have ever dreamed of. That was my last night, my last match, my last moment, before I disappeared from the AWA……seemingly, forever.""

""And so went the question, is Mortis gone forever. Where has he gone? When is he coming back, or is he? Well, that I will reveal more and more as time passes on, but a summary now will suffice. Where I went was to a place to better myself in and out of this business. Both in the ring, and out of it, in the office. Much after Low’’s and my match, I felt that, as good as I was, I needed to be better. I need to have better offense, better defense. Sure, I can wrestle, I can fight, I can brawl, I can leap atop the turnbuckle and fly off like a fallen angel straight to hell, but still, I wanted more, I needed more, and I got more in the form of one of the most ancient arts of all-martial arts.""

""Yes, martial arts, where oneself is as good, if not better than any weapon, any gun, any chair, any chain or whatever else. So I learned it, I was obsessed by it, just as I was obsessed by this business, and I became not better in it, but one of the best, if not THE best. However, that is not all. You see, before, I would always go headstrong, beating the shit out of whomever I could, whenever I could, anyway I was able to. Granted, some of my plans were pure mastermind, timing the key, brutality the measure, but still, I could do so much more, plan so much better, if I knew both how to do things in and out of the business. In the ring, and out in the office. And so I learned, I learned from the best matchmakers, best promoters, and such in japan. I learned their successes, their failures, and overall learned a good bit more of how a promoter things and how to make things go my way, when I needed to.""

Mortis pauses, the fans listening to every word that he has to say. He shakes his head strangely enough before he speaks again:

""However, despite all that I learned, nothing, would prepare me for what else I would. I learned something that made those last six months, fuck, my entire career seem like only seconds of knowledge compared to the next lesson I learned…….""

""I am sure many of you remember Morticia. Like her or hated her, I know you remembered her. And many of you also probably remember that she was in a car accident that screw her legs up pretty bad. But she was determined, if not obsessed, to get back in this business, just as I was to stay in it. So she tried her best, each and every day, to first walk, then run, and then, finally wrestle. Hell, she was ready to go, two months early……or so she and everyone else thought.""

""She came back, and wrestled a few matches, things looking like she hadn’’t slowed down a bit since the accident. Hell, she even looked BETTER than she did before, showing no slow down, nor any let up on her opponents. Yet, as good as she was, there was a problem, and that was just as I said……she came back two months too early. Two months of healing her legs should have really gotten.""

""You see, in this business, people like me and Morticia, we don’t let an injury get us down for long-if at all. No matter if it's a scarred up face, broken arm, smashed knee, burned someplace or another, or having your ass driven in some vehicle by Hangman as full speed, before crashing, we don’t let it get us down, instead we pick up the pieces, and keep going and keep fighting. That’s what we do, we have no alternative, because we truly know of no other alternative.""

Mortis pauses as the fans continue to listen, totally soaked up in his story, as Mortis then speaks again, his voice, cool, calm, and collect, yet with an unmistakable feeling of uneasiness in what he has to say next:

""November 29th, 2002. A day that will forever haunt the minds, hearts and souls of Japanese fans promoters and fellow wrestlers. As I stated, Morticia was two months too early from being back. Her legs were two months from being as strong as they should have been. Two months too early, two months too weak, two months, such that, on that night, she was handling her opponent pretty decently. Hell, she was kicking her ass in truth. Then she decided to finish it all off with a moonsault, so she climbed up that turnbuckle, slowly. You could see that she was struggling a bit, not going as fast as she had in the past, but she climbed all the way up. Then, she took one last look at her opponent, one last look at her fans, and one last look at life, before she jumped off. When she jumped off though, her legs, were too weak to give her the total force she needed to do the flip, and to the horror of everyone, instead of crashing down on her opponent, she came crashing down straight on top of her head, as the gasps of the audience was only silenced by what had to been the most sickening snap heard around the arena, and for any else who watched that match, around the world. Morticia died on that night. She lived this business, she breathed this business, and ultimately, she died for it.""

Mortis pauses as many of the fans have very sad, looks on their fans, tears watering up. Mortis doesn’’t show that, but you can tell that probably deep down, it hurts him ten times more, not just because it happened, but because he had to relive it once more here tonight. A full minute passes by before the fans finally begin to draw attention to Mortis again, who is now leaning against the turnbuckle, and noticing the fans attention once more, speaks again:

""Yeah, it did REALLY suck. Running out there, seeing your closest friend, the person you grew up with, the person who was there for you when everyone else gave you the bird and said fuck you, the person who lived and breathed this business, lying limp in your hands, their eyes never to open again, really SUCKS.""

""But what would have also sucked, is if I stopped everything there, that night. You see, whether by fate or chance, that night, Morticia summed up basically our two lives as I just summed up her life to all of you. She looked at me, minutes before her match, and said ""Mortis, you know something? I just realized something. Me coming back here tonight, and you, doing everything you have done for the past six months, it made me realize finally, who WE are. No, I don’’t mean as Mortis Valley and Morticia, or former world and woman’’s champion, but rather who we, as people are, and how we, as people live. And Mortis, if you didn’’t realize it already, I know we LIVE for this business, we BREATHE this business, and Mortis, I am positive, one day, we will DIE for this business as well"""".

Mortis pauses, then continues:

""Well, Morticia, I do realize it now, and I do agree with you, wherever you are, we both live for this business, we both breathe for this business, and one day, just as you did on that night, whether it be by some new stunt Hangman pulls, whether it be by finally putting my body over the limit, or just by fucking up one day with some stunt, some move or whatnot, I will die for it too.""

Mortis pauses, holding his head down as he speaks, slowly, softly, his voice rising as he continues:

""But that day was NOT that day, that day is NOT today, and while that day isn’’t today, that means I haven’’t died for it yet, so I might as well LIVE for it! And I have, just as continue to do so. Whether it be in the front office as I did for the AWF, or in the ring, as I will do once again in the AWA, I will.""

""I will put everything I can, everything I have, my body, my money, both which I have done so in the past, even if it has left my body broken, and my wallet empty, the latter which has happened once already, then heal my body, get some more money and do it again, until that time comes! Yes, I the ‘‘Extreme Machine’’, I am called ‘‘The Rage’’ as well as ‘‘The Dark Angel’’, I AM Mortis Valley, and I AM BACK!""

Mortis throws his mic down as the fans cheer VERY loudly for this, the loudest they have cheered anyone tonight as ‘‘Calling From Heaven’’ plays out, as Mortis then slides out of the ring, and slowly makes his way to the back.

A few moments go by as we pan over the crowd to kind of get their reaction. It is a mix between shock, awe, and joy to see another AWA legend return. We cut back to the ring and we see the ring attendants preparing everything for the upcoming AWA Tag Team title match. The cell is slowly coming down from the ceiling while there are several tables, ladders and chairs brought down to ringside. We see the AWA Tag Team title belts hanging from the cell’’s roof.)

HS: Up next is the Ultimate Finale Match for the AWA Tag Team title.

FJ: This match is a combination of a TLC Match and a Hell In A Cell Match. As soon as the cell has been lowered the ring attendants will put all the chairs, tables and ladders into the cell. The goal is to somehow reach the belts to be declared the winners.

HS: And let me add that there are no allies of either team allowed at ringside for this one.

FJ: They couldn’’t interfere anyway.

(""We Ready"" by Archie begins to play and out come Big Bad Blue and Tim ""The Giant"", NPD. They slowly make their way into the cell and take a look around, getting familiar with the construction.)

FJ: NPD requested this match and see themselves as its masters. We will see if that will be an advantage for them over the Tag Team Champions.

(""Dro In The Wind"" by Trick Daddy begins to play and out come F-Bomb and Poppa, the AWA Tag Team Champions Notorious. F-Bomb is holding two sheets of paper in his right hand.)

HS: What is that in his hand?

FJ: Wait, he’’s holding it into the camera.

HS: Hahaha, hilarious! It says ""English Test""!

FJ: So F-Bomb did as he said and brought an English test along for NPD. I don’’t think they’’ll take that too friendly.

(Notorious enter the cell and the referee locks the door. The bell rings and this match is officially underway. Notorious slide into the ring and the four men oppose and stare at each other. F-Bomb throws the English test over to Big Bad Blue and it drops to the mat. Blue picks it up, looks at and then suddenly starts the match knocking F-Bomb down with a huge right fist, sending F-Bomb’’s cap out of the ring. Tim ""The Giant"" also spears Poppa and begins to pummel him. Blue beats up F-Bomb and then puts the test into F-Bomb’’s mouth. He picks him up, whips him into a corner and clotheslines him before throwing him out of the ring. Then he walks over to his partner and the two pick up Poppa and send him down with a double-choke slam.)

FJ: The Champions are no small men, but the power advantage has to go to NPD, who are even bigger overall than Notorious.

(Tim leaves the ring and goes after F-Bomb. He repeatedly smashes his back and face into the cage. In the ring Blue has picked up Poppa again and nails him with a death valley driver. He then picks him up and throws him out of the ring as well, right next to where Tim and F-Bomb are. Blue picks Poppa up onto his shoulder and then rams his face into the steel mesh of the cage again and again, until we see blood pouring down Poppa’’s face. In the meantime Tim is stomping and punching F-Bomb. Blue walks over to them and hands Tim a chair. Tim puts the chair onto the cage wall. Blue pulls Poppa up and places him with the side of his head against the chair, leaning him against the cage wall. He takes a second chair, takes a wild swing and they hit a nasty conchairto!)

HS: Damn, did you hear that sound?

FJ: The Champions have not been able to get in any offense so far and this nasty conchairto may already mean the end of their title reign. Both men are down on the ground and bloodied.

(Tim takes a chair and puts its lower side into the mesh so that the chair is now hanging in the air like a railway gate. Tim then takes Poppa and Blue takes F-Bomb and they simultaneously smash the Champions’’ heads against each side of the chair! Both men go down onto the mat while the challengers each get a ladder. They put up two chairs next to each other and then place the ladders onto the chairs on one side and onto the apron on the other. All four men get back into the ring and Tim hits Poppa with the Toke Slam. Then NPD whip F-Bomb into the ropes and then pick him up in a huge double-backdrop, sending him out of the ring and onto the ladder construction!)

HS: They broke his back!

(Tim leaves the ring and starts beating F-Bomb up. Blue gets a ladder into the ring, puts it up and starts climbing it. He almost reaches the belts, but suddenly we hear the sound of steel smashing human flesh and see Poppa, who has gotten up and hit Blue with a chair. Blue has to stop his ascend and Poppa uses the opportunity to push the ladder Blue is standing on. Blue and the ladder fall over. Blue falls all the way out of the ring and lands on the mats with a nasty thud. Poppa then leaves the ring and comes to his partner’’s aid. He hits Tim from behind with a chair and then Notorious just gang up to him and stomp on him before rolling him back into the ring. Poppa lifts Tim up and then hits his finisher, The Big Up.)

FJ: Big Bad Blue is down and out and now the Tag Team Champions can beat up Tim ""The Giant"" as they see fit.

HS: Poppa has already hit his finisher and now F-Bomb seems to prepare himself for the Spy Kick!

(Poppa is pulling Tim back up to his feet and holds him for F-Bomb. F-Bomb takes a few steps back and indeed hits the Spy Kick. Poppa leaves the ring and slides a few tables into the ring while F-Bomb just pummels Tim. Poppa puts up one of the tables and then puts up one of the ladders in the corner. Notorious then put Tim onto the table and Poppa holds him down while F-Bomb climbs the ladder. He climbs all the way to the top and then hits his Soaring Eagle legdrop, putting Tim through the table to the crowd’’s ""Holy Shit!"" chant.)

HS: What a maneuver! He put him right through the table.

FJ: But Big Bad Blue has re-entered the ring and just hit Notorious with a double-clothesline.

(Tim is down on the mat, but his partner has regained the advantage for his team. He hits both members of Notorious with a series of clotheslines. Then Blue takes the ladder and leans it onto the top rope. He picks up Poppa and hits the Blue Finale onto the ladder! Poppa screams in pain and holds his back. Blue then puts up another table and then walks over to F-Bomb. He picks him up, places him onto the top turnbuckle and follows him. He lifts him up and hits the Blue Equalizer through the table! Another ""Holy Shit!"" chant breaks out as a fired-up Big Bad Blue plays briefly with the crowd.)

FJ: What an amazing maneuver from this huge man!

(Blue walks over to Tim ""The Giant"" and wants to revive his partner, but Tim points to the ladder and motions for Blue to take the belts. Blue puts the ladder under the belts and starts climbing it, but Notorious have managed to get up and both members start hitting Blue with chairs shots! They both take turns nailing Blue’’s back with the chairs until Blue drops down to the mat. Poppa then starts choking Tim ""The Giant"" while F-Bomb starts climbing the ladder. He gets up there slowly but steady. He gets close to the top, reaches out and…… THE LIGHTS GO OUT!)

HS: No! No! Put the lights back on!

FJ: Get a hold of yourself, Herb! Look at this!

HS: What? What? WHAT?

FJ: Look at the AWAtron!

(Transmission starts on the AWAtron. We see a close-up of the face of Ms.Rawness. She steps aside and we suddenly see a kidnapped Tiffany, F-Bomb’’s girlfriend, tied to a chair. Ms.Rawness starts slapping Tiffany who has nowhere to go. Then Ms.Rawness starts kicking at Tiffany and then finally pushes Tiffany and her chair to the ground. Transmission stops and the lights go back on. F-Bomb has since stopped his climb up the ladder and kicks against the cell door. Poppa has also stopped choking Tim and joins his partner in trying to open the door, but the referee tells them that he will only open the door once the match is over. Suddenly, though, Blue comes from behind and smashes both men’’s heads against the door. He then smashes F-Bomb with his back against the door. Afterwards he grabs Poppa by the hair and shorts and throws him full force against F-Bomb, who is still leaning against the door. He does the same thing again…… and a third time…… and a fifth time and suddenly the door breaks out of the cell and Notorious fall out of the cell!)

HS: Wow! Blue has just granted F-Bomb his wish and opened the door for him!

FJ: The door has just been broken out of the cell! It couldn’’t hold the weight of both Notorious members and the power of Big Bad Blue!

(In the ring Tim has pulled himself up with help from the ladder and slowly starts to climb it. F-Bomb got back up by now and is running backstage while Blue continues to beat Poppa up outside of the cage. Tim climbs to the top of the ladder reaches out and retrieves the belts from the ceiling.)

HS: It’’s over!

FJ: After a hard-fought match NPD won their match, the Ultimate Finale, to win the AWA Tag Team title. And there was some stuff in this match I have never seen

HS: I just wonder what is up with Tiffany……

"Whisper" by Evanescence hits the speakers and is met by heels ovation. Whisper walks out of the back wearing a white trenchcoat in addition to his usual white leather pants. He's mostly ignoring the packed Kentucky arena around him. He moves slowly to the ring, seemingly trying to waste valuble satellite time. He slides into the ring and front rolls to his feet. With a short smile to the camera, Whisper pulls a microphone from his trench as the music fades. When the growd settles, he speaks in his usual calm candor.

Whisper: Most of you are probably wondering exactly what my business is out here at Revelations. Allow me to educate you, since it's more than obvious that you need it.

The crowd boos at his obvious insult. Whisper's smile widens.

Whisper: I'm actually here for two of my own Revelations. A revelation, for the uninitiated, is when something is revealed, normally in a dramatic fashion. Tonight, right here in this junkpile otherwise known as Kentucky...

The crowd boos louder.

Whisper: ...who's idea was it to make a Pay Per View in Kentucky? What's even in Kentucky?

Whisper laughs, the crowd continues the boos.

Whisper: It's funny because it's true, but back on topic, tonight, the AWA will reveal it's new World Champion. It's been building... and building... and after a look at the final two, especially your idol L.J. Vacamas... it looks like the only real losers will be everyone who purchased this Pay Per View and everyone here in Kensucky who purchased tickets.

Continued boos.

Whisper: You jeer me away now, but you know I'm every bit of correct... as for my second revelation... I will reveal how wrong someone was about me. Tonight, I will prove just how loud a Whisper can be.

Herb Summers: And our next match is a 4-way match for the AWA Cruiserweight Championship!!

Frank Jackson: Oh great.

Herb Summers: Come on Frank, give these high-flyers some credit.

Frank Jackson: Riiiiight.

Herb Summers: Anyways, let’’s get this thing started. Rawstarr’’s making his way down to the ring right now.

(""When Thugs Cry,"" by Bizzy Bone blares and Rawstarr begins to make his way onto the stage and down the rampway to the ring with Ms. Rawness by his side. Rawstarr smiles as the croud cheers him on into the ring. He gets into the ring and leaves Ms. Rawness on the outside, when ""I Came From The Water,"" by The Toadies interrupts Bizzy Bone and hits.)

Frank Jackson: I smell fish!

Herb Summers: And here comes The Fish!!

(The Fish, wearing a black mask with a blue fin on top and teeth and a blue singlet, slightly jogs down to the ring as the fans begin to cheer heavily for The Fish.)

Herb Summers: Everyone loves The Fish!

Frank Jackson: I love fish!

(The Fish hops into the ring and makes his way to the corner. He jumps up on the turnbuckle and holds up his arms to the crowd, taking in the fans’’ adoration. ""What’’s This Life For?"" by Creed blares and plays for a while. The crowd erupts when Misery steps out onto the stage and stands there for a little while. He is wearing a black T-shirt, black tights, and black boots. He looks directly into the ring containing Rawstarr and The Fish and makes his way down to the ring. Rawstarr rolls underneath the bottom rope and charges at Misery. Misery sees him charging and side-steps the NPD member. Misery begins to punch away at Rawstarr as ""What’’s This Life For?"" stops playing.)

Herb Summers: Rawstarr and Misery are not going to wait for the arrival of the champion. They have gotten this match started already. Here comes The Fish!

(The Fish springs over the top rope and to the outside. He joins Misery in punching Rawstarr. Both men grab him and deliver a double suplex to him. The Fish turns to Misery and extends his hand after the double suplex. Misery grabs his hand.)

Frank Jackson: What?! What is this?

(Misery pulls The Fish into him and delivers a snap clothesline. The Fish doubles over in pain on the arena floor as Rawstarr gets up and tackles Misery.)

Frank Jackson: Now we’’re talking!

(""B.O.B."" by OutKast blares and the crowd erupts once again as the AWA Cruiserweight Champion Javex Valerius runs down the rampway and into the action. He clotheslines Rawstarr from behind, picks him up, and tosses him into the ring. He drops his title belt on the arena floor and slides underneath the bottom rope into the ring. The referee goes to the outside and retrieves the Cruiserweight Title. Inside the ring, Javex tries to pick Rawstarr up, but is met with a low blow. The fans boo heavily. On the outside of the ring, Misery and The Fish are arguing at each other, and then Misery shoves The Fish into the ring and tackles him into the ring. The referee motions for the bell to ring.)

Herb Summers: An official start to the match FINALLY!

(Misery picks The Fish up and slams him on the arena floor, while Rawstarr and Javex lock up in the middle of the ring. Javex throws Rawstarr into the ropes and as he comes back, nails him with a dropkick. Rawstarr falls to the mat hard. Meanwhile, outside of the ring, Misery is chasing The Fish around the perimeter of the ring. Javex looks to outside and sees The Fish backtracking. He quickly springs to the top of a turnbuckle and delivers a missle dropkick to the back of The Fish’’s head. Misery looks on as both men lay on the arena floor. He slides underneath the bottom rope into the ring as Rawstarr pleads with the referee to count The Fish and Javex out. Misery intervenes and attempts a suplex on Rawstarr, but Rawstarr flips out of the suplex in mid-air and delivers a belly-to-back suplex. The referee begins to count out The Fish and Javex. Javex gets up positions himself on top of The Fish and begins to punch at his head.)

Frank Jackson: The Fish and Valerius need to get back into the ring. The referee has gotten to the count of eight.

(Rawstarr picks up Misery and tries to throw him into the ropes, but throws him into the referee instead, knocking the referee out as he makes the count of nine on The Fish and Javex. Javex gets up and leaves the downed Fish. He slides into the ring only to be met by a dropkick by Rawstarr. Rawstarr delivers another dropkick to Misery, and then attempts a third dropkick on Javex, but he pushes the attack off to the side. Rawstarr lands hard on his stomach and face. Misery walks over and hooks the fallen Rawstarr into a standing half Boston Crab and dragon sleeper combination.)

Herb Summers: The Pointless Struggle!

Frank Jackson: Damn!! Rawstarr’’s finished!

(Misery tightens the hold as Javex begins to stomp away at Rawstarr as he fights the finishing move by Misery. The Fish slides in underneath the bottom rope as the referee gets up. The Fish grabs Javex from behind and rolls him into a pin. The referee quickly makes the count. 1! . . . 2! . . . )

Herb Summers: No! The Fish almost took the Champion out of this match.

(The referee slides over to Rawstarr as he taps out on the mat after being in the pointless struggle for so long. Misery lets him go as Rawstarr lays on the mat in pain. Javex and The Fish tie up. The Fish bodyslams him down and quickly gives him a leg drop. He begins to stomp away at the fallen Cruiserweight Champion. Misery grabs him from behind and delivers a piledriver. Misery throws The Fish into the turnbuckle and helps Javex up off of the mat. He tells him something and then gets on the top turnbuckle with The Fish. Both men are standing on the top rope as Javex springs onto the opposite top rope. Misery nods at him and then delivers a top rope Death Valley Driver to The Fish. Javex leaps off of the turnbuckle he’’s on and delivers a flying Guillotine kick to Misery as he begins to get up.)

Frank Jackson: Betrayal?

Herb Summers: Alls fair.

(Javex hooks The Fish’’s leg and pins him.)

Herb Summers: 1! . . . 2! . . . No, a kick-out by The Fish! How did he kick out of that?

(Misery remains on the mat after the flying kick from Javex. Javex picks The Fish up and gives him a Savate Kick. He quickly covers The Fish. 1! . . . . . 2! . . . . . . 3!)

Frank Jackson: He couldn’’t kick out of that one.

Herb Summers: And The Fish is out of the match as well, and Javex is on fire.

(Javex picks Misery up and delivers an overhead neckbreaker to him. He quickly covers Misery. 1! . . . . 2! . . . . Misery lifts his shoulder at the last moment, and Javex picks him up. Javex tries to throw him into the ropes, but Misery reverses it and delivers a German suplex into the corner. Misery stalks Javex as he lays in a heap of pain in the corner. He goes to pick him up, but Javez spits a poison mist into the face of Misery. Even though he’’s wearing a mask, Misery grabs at his eyes and Javex gets up. He sets up in front of him and attempts the Savate Kick on him. Incredibly, Misery ducks the kick and grabs Javex into a sitout Tombstone.)

Herb Summers: What a move by Misery! He’’s going for the pin!

Frank Jackson: 1! . . . 2! . . . . No!! He kicked out! He kicked out!

(Misery flips Javex over and places him in the Pointless Stuggle. Javex fights as much as he can and tries to inch to the ropes, but his attempts are a waste as Misery continues to just tighten the hold.)

Herb Summers: Javex won’’t give up.

(The referee gets into position for a tap-out, but Javex won’’t tap out. Misery screams out in aggravation and pulls on the submission move even more. Javex shakes his head violently and finally taps out. The referee sounds for the bell.)

Frank Jackson: Misery did it!

Ring Announcer: The winner of the match and NEW AWA Cruiserweight Champion, Misery!!!!!!

(""What’’s This Life For?"" by Creed blares as the referee hands the AWA Cruiserweight Title to Misery.)

Herb Summers: What a match!

Javex Valerius stands in the ring. The crowd starts to react as behind Valerius, Whisper slides into the ring, dropping a microphone, and sends his forearm between the legs of Javex. The low blow sends Javex, in pain, to his knees. Whisper grabs Javex and lifts him into the corner. Whisper climbs up, underhooking both of Javex's arms, and Eavesdrops Javex down onto the mat. Whisper whips his hair back and glares down at Javex. He picks up the microphone and laughs a bit.

Whisper: Not so quiet after all, Dragon.

Whisper stands, dropping the mic onto Valerius, as he exits, leaving him face down on the mat.

FRANK: Why that... He just... Javex...

HERB: Yup, her sure did. What great action we've had tonight. And this next match may be by far the most explosive match tonight.

FRANK: And this next match will be dominated by Adam Bawm, one of President Gray's personal body guards.

Herb: Remember if Adam Bawm doesn't win, he may have to seek help from Dave "The Rave" Santini.

Frank: You say that like it's a bad thing. I mean, look at his other pupil, LJ Vacamas is taking on Dark Warrior in what will be a hellacious Main Event.

Herb: Fans, to get back on track, I feel that this match is very close, and either Drake Hyde or Kings Chozen will win the match. Anyway, let's go to the ring.

Ring Announcer: Introducing first from Charlotte, North Carolina. He stands six feet ten inches tall, and weighs in at three hundred and thirty-five pounds. He represents the Enforcers. He is, Adddddaaaaaammmmmmm Baaaaawwwwwwmmmm.

(Time Bomb by Godsmack blares over the P.A. and the crowd begins to echo boos as Adam Bawm walks out to the ring. Adam Bawm has a quick pace to the ring, as he is eager to begin the match. He looks very focused as he walks hurries down to the ring. He rolls into the ring and goes to his neutral corner.)

Ring Announcer: Introducing next, from Atlanta, Georgia. He stands six feet four inches tall and weighs in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds. He is, Riiiiiivvvvvvaaaaallllllll.

(Rival by Pearl Jam blares over the P.A. to a mixed reaction. The fans don't know what to make of the young man who just seems to be having a career filled with opportunities. Rival has a mid stride walk towards the ring. He reaches the ring finally, after slapping a few fans hands. He walks up the stares, while glaring at Adam Bawm. He chooses the corner right beside of Adam Bawm, not taking his eye off of him for a second.)

Ring Announcer: Now introducing a man who has just made his return. He is from New York City, New York. He stands six feet two inches tall, and weighs in for tonight's match at two hundred and fifty pounds. He is, Kinnnggggggsssssss Ccchhhhhoooooozzzzzzzzeeeeeeennnn.

(X-ecutioner Style by Linkin Park hits the P.A. and King Chozen is being cheered by the fans. He walks out with an intense look on his face. He seems to be very focused on the task at hand. He walks slowly to the ring, showing that he is a veteran wrestler. He walks up the ring stairs, but goes towards his corner. He doesn't step, not trusting the two opponents already in the ring.)

Ring Announcer: Finally introducing your current Television Champion. His hometown is Seattle Washington. He stands at six feet two inches tall, and weighs two hundred and fifty-five pounds. He is, Dddddddddrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaakkkkkkkkeeeeeeeeee Hhhhhhhhyyyyyyyyydddddddeeeeeeeeee!

(T.N.T. by AC/DChits the P.A. and the crowd goes wild as Drake Hyde walks through the curtains. He looks to be very energetic as he approaches the ring. He is slapping the hands of the fans on both sides of the ring. He nearly rolls in the ring, but remembers about his two opponents. He instead grabs the middle rope and pulls himself to the apron. While on the apron, we see him take off his Television Title. He steps into the ring, and King Chozen steps in the ring to the corner to his right. Drake Hyde hands the Television Title to the referee who walks around and shows the competitors what they're fighting for. He then hands the Television Title to the ring announcer and rings the bell for the match to begin.)

Frank: And the match is underway. These four men don't look to be trusting one another at all. This is great. We're going to see some mayhem in this match.

Herb: Is that all you care about? I think this will be a highly scientific wrestling match.

(While the two announcers are arguing, we see Rival hit an ax bomber on King Chozen. While Adam Bawm clotheslines Drake Hyde in the corner. Adam Bawm goes to punch Drake Hyde, who blocks the punch and begins landing punches of his own. We see Rival heading for Drake Hyde while King Chozen is up to his feet. King Chozen spins him around and connects with a right cross to the face. Rival who is stunned falls towards the center of the ring. Rival quickly crawling towards the ropes uses them to pull himself up. Meanwhile, King Chozen hits a running clothesline, knocking Rival out of the ring. Meanwhile we see Drake Hyde and Adam Bawm continuing to trade punches. Adam Bawm goes for a strong right cross, but it is ducked under by Drake Hyde. Drake then proceeds to clothesline him over the top. He back towards the center of the ring where King Chozen is waiting. Drake Hyde turns around just to be kicked in the midsection by King Chozen and hit with a Dangerous DDT.)

Herb: First King Chozen and Drake Hyde clear the ring, then they attack each other.

Frank: This is great. I hope those two kill each other.

(Rival has finally gotten to his feet. He rolls in the ring and is met by the stomping of King Chozen. Drake Hyde begins to stir. Not from the impact of the move, but from the Shock factor of the move. Meanwhile Adam Bawm has made it to his feet and entered the ring. He runs quickly at King Chozen, and connects with a clothesline to the back of Chozen's head. King Chozen's neck lies on the second rope. Adam Bawm goes to hit the ropes on the opposite side of the ring, and then jumps in the air and lands on the back of King Chozen causing a violent position for the neck to land on the rope. Rival is now up and begins stomping on King Chozen. Drake Hyde is now standing and heads straight for Adam Bawm, who is just about to turn around.)

Frank: Rival is looking for some redemption for those boots that King Chozen used earlier in the match.

Herb: Well, it looks like Drake Hyde is up, and looks to be taking control of the match.

(Adam Bawm has turned around and is superkicked by Drake Hyde. Drake Hyde picks Adam Bawm up to where he is on his knees. He hooks his arms as if he's going for a butterfly suplex, and then jumps up and hit s a Pedigree. Meanwhile on the other side of the ring, Rival has picked up King Chozen backwards. Rival wraps his arm around King Chozen's neck and drops down into a reverse DDT. Drake Hyde uses this opportune time, as Rival stands up, to lock in a full nelson. Drake Hyde then lifts Rival up in the air and drops him into a Full Nelson Bomb. By this time, Adam Bawm has staggered to his feet, along with King Chozen. Chozen heads straight for Adam Bawm with a Chozen spear, but Adam Bawm side steps the Chozen Spear, causing King Chozen to go violently through the middle rope. We hear a thud as Chozen hits the ground. Chozen quickly grabs his shoulder. While this was happening, Drake Hyde has turned to face Adam Bawm. He starts walking towards Adam Bawm, but from behind Rival Low blows Drake Hyde. who falls to his knees. Adam Bawm then pulls him up in a Powerbomb position. He holds Drake Hyde there for a minute so Rival can roll out of the way. Adam Bawm then quickly throws Drake Hyde to the mat.)

Frank: It looks like Adam Bawm won't be taught by Drake Hyde after all.

Herb: I don't know. You must remember that this isn't tag team action, and Rival will have to get some momentum built up if he expects to win. On a minor note, I hope King Chozen isn't hurt.

(Just as Adam Bawm begins to pull Drake up to his feet, Drake quickly shotts his arm between Adam’s legs as if going for a low blow, but instead of a low blow, Drake hooks Adams’ leg and pulls Adam into him. As Adam is pulled in, Drake reaches up and grabs Adam around the neck. In an amazing show of strength, Drake lifts Adams up off of his feet over his shoulders. Drake looks like he’s about to go for a Death Valley Driver on Adam Bawm, when Rival suddenly hits a spinning leg sweep to take Drake’s legs out from under him. Drake misses the DVD, but lands more in a Samoan drop instead. Rival pulls Draje Hyde up off of Adam Bawm and goes for a suplex, but Drake hooks his leg around Rival’s leg to stop it. Rival goes for another suplex, but again Drake hooks the leg. Drake then reverses it by lifting Rival up instead and falls forward to drop Rival in a pancake. King Chozen grabbed the rope to pull himself up. Drake Hyde has also made it to his feet. Rival stands up to be met by Drake Hyde who uses the high impact move, the Dominator on Rival. King Chozen uses this opportunity to use rolling thunder on Rival.)

Herb: We have saw teamwork through the match, and it looks like Drake Hyde and King Chozen may have buried any hatchet they had.

Frank: You have to watch Drake Hyde, he'll try and double cross you at any moment. Just look at how he double crossed Dark Warrior.

HERB: How was that a double cross?

FRANK: He counted the three count when it was obvious that Dark Warrior should have won that match.

HERB: He made the three count because he was the ref Frank, stop talking jibberish.

Back in the ring, Adam Bawm is getting back to his feet. Drake Hyde and King Chozen have just sent Rival crashing down into the mat with a double powerbomb. Drake being the one holding Rival up, and Chozen being the one who helps send Rival crashing down to the mat. Just as they finish the double team move, Chozen is taken off of his feet with a wicked clothesline from hell thanks to one Adam Bawm. Adam puts so much force into the move that he too goes down as Chozen is folded in half upon hitting the mat. Drake takes advantage of the rising Adam Bawm and catches him before he can raise to his full six feet ten inches and nails Adam Bawm with a superkick to take him from the one knee that he was on and down to the mat. With Adam down, Drake goes on the attack like a Lion holding an antelope in it’s jaw waiting for it to die. Drake jumps on Adam Bawm and locks him into a Dragon Sleeper, falling back to the mat, Drake locks his legs around Adam’s mid section.

HERB: And now we see Drake resorting to a submission based wrestling style.

FRANK: He can’t choke out Adam Bawm, Bawm is too big.

HERB: He doesn’t look so big now Frank. I don’t care who you are, you get your arms locked around someone’s throat and all that size goes right out the window. Especially if you have them off of their feet like Drake does here.

Adam is struggling in the submission hold at the moment. But at the same time, Rival and King Chozen are getting to their feet. Rival begins racing over to attack Drake Hyde to make him break the hold on Adam Bawm, but just as he’s about to we see King Chozen flying over Drake and Adam Bawm to take Rival off of his feet with a Chozen Spear. Both Chozen and Rival go down in a massive wreck of bodies. Meanwhile, the ref is checking on Adam, seeing if he wants to give up. Adam is saying no, but he’s fading fast. Still struggling, Adam begins to rock back and forth, trying to break free, in doing so, he gets himself rolled over on top of Drake so that his weight is now on Drake, but at the same point, this causes Drake to be able to pull back further on his neck. Although, Drake’s shoulders are now down on the mat. The ref sees this and slides over to begin making the count.

1...

2.....

Just as the ref is about to count three, Drake releases the hold and lifts his left shoulder to break the count. Adam is out of it by this point and just laying on Drake. Drake manages to push Adam off of himself and climb out from under him. Drake looks around the ring to see Adam out of it, King Chozen and Rival both still in a heap of flesh from the Chozen Spear. Drake walks over and pulls Chozen off of Rival. Drake signals to the crowd by pointing up as he pulls Rival up to his feet. The crowd cheers as Drake Hyde whips Rival itnto the turnbuckle with an irish whip. Rival lands in the corner and begins to stagger out when Drake grabs him around his waist and hoists him up onto the top turnbuckle. Chozen now begins to stir as does Bawm. Drake begins to climb to the top turnbuckle with Rival as Bawm begins to make his way over to where Drake and Rival are. Chozen stops him short by stepping in his path. Words are exchanged, and then blows. Right for right, left for left both men battle back and forth punch for punch. Meanwhile, Drake is reaching his arm over Rivals neck as he is about to go for In Memmory Of "D" when all of a sudden "What’s This Life For?" begins to play. Drake stops short of hitting the brain buster off of the top rope and looks up at the entrance ramp as Misery walks out onto the stage. This is just the amount of time Rival needs to break free as he pushes Drake Hyde off of the top rope. Drake falls to the mat and Rival climbs up all the way onto the top turnbuckle. Rival goes for a shooting star press, but Drake manages to get his knees up and Rival lands stomach first on Drake’s knees.

FRANK: Rival laying it all out on the table with that move.

HERB: Too bad it didn’t pay off.

Adam has gotten the better of Chozen now as he blocks one punch and lifts Chozen high into the air with a double handed choke lift and brings him crashing down with a double handed choke slam. Misery now slowly stalks his way down to the ring. Meanwhile, back inside the ring, Drake is slowly making it to his feet after being pushed off of the top rope and taking the impact of Rival on his knees. Adam Bawm sees him getting up and is on the spot in no time flat. Just as Drake is getting to his feet, he receives a boot to the gut compliments of one Adam Bawm. Adam then quickly plants Dake Hyde into the mat with a ddt. Misery is now down to the ring and walking around the ring. Chozen is back up now, and Rival is making it to his feet. Instead of them getting involved with Drake or Adam, they go after each other this time. Both men seem to have the same thing in mind. While Chozen seems to be thinking that his spear worked so well last time, he’ll go for another, Rival seems to be thinking that he is going to nail Chozen with a spear of his own for a little payback. Both men take off running at each other, and yes, both men go for a spear of their own. The crowd gasps as they witness two men run shoulder first into each other as fast and hard as they can, meeting shoulder to shoulder. Both men drop to the mat grabbing at their shoulder in extreme pain. Meanwhile, Adam Bawm is now showing off his submission wrestling skills as he locks Drake Hyde into a half boston crab. The ref is checking on Drake to see if he wants to give up.

HERB: Ya know... This looks more like a tag team match than a fatal fourway.

FRANK: Yeah, like you said before there is a lot of team work going on. I wonder if any of these men really know what’s at stake in this match. This isn’t a tag team match, there shouldn’t be any friends in this match at all.

HERB: Yeah yeah.... I’m sure Drake has it all under control. Well except for Misery being out here. What is he doing out here anyways?

FRANK: Maybe he want’s to see if Drake really has it all under control or not. Since he pretty much stole the belt from Misery.

HERB: Stole? How did he steal the belt, he wasn’t even given a choice in whether or not to pin Misery.

FRANK: Oh, so now I suppose you are going to say it’s Adam Bawm’s fault huh?

HERB: Well.... YEAH!!!

FRANK: At any rate, one thing that does look like it’s going to be Adam Bawm’s fault is Drake being unable to walk for a few weeks. Look at him stretch Hyde like a piece of rubber.

And that is what’s happening. Adam still has Drake in that half boston crab. The ref is still asking Drake if he wants to give up, and we can hear Drake telling him hell no. Adam leans back more into the hold, Drake seeing that he isn’t close to any ropes decides to go for an extreme attempt at escape. Drake uses his hands to lift his body off of the mat, in doing so, he raises Adam Bawm up as well, but bends his back putting more pressure on it. Drake’s face tells the tale of agony as he looks out into the crowd. With Adam Bawm up high enough off of the mat, Drake rolls under himself and flips Adam Bawm who was already leaning back, down to the mat on his back. Adam is still holding Drake’s leg, but Drake soon fixes that as he raises himself up to a vertical base and plants a knee right into the ribs of Adam Bawm. Bawm lets go of Drake’s leg and it’s Drake now taking control back over again. Chozen and Rival are still down after spearing each other. Drake pulls Adam Bawm up quickly, still favoring his left leg. With Bawm being pulled to his feet, Drake delivers a few knees to the head of Bawm to keep him a little dazed. Drake continues with the small offense by nailing a couple of forearm shivers to the ribs of Bawm as Drake moves around behind him. Once behind Bawm, Drake takes Adam off of his feet with a chicken wing suplex. Drake ahs to somewhat spin throughout the move, putting most of the weight of the move onto his right leg. Both Adam and Drake go crashing down to the mat. Misery is now at the time keepers table and picks up the AWA Television Title. Drake is crawling over to the ropes and pulls himself up to the second rope. Looking out of the ring, Drake sees Misery standing there holding the belt up. Misery nods to Drake, and then drops the belt on the floor before leaving back up the ramp to the stage where he stands to watch. Drake has collapsed on the second rope after seeing Misery drop the belt and walk up the rampway. Chozen and Rival are slowly beginning to stir now, as is Adam Bawm. Drake turns over so that he is looking inside the ring, and leans back into the ropes as if to rest. Chozen is the first to his feet. He is about to pull Rival up, but decides against it when he sees Adam Bawm is up to his feet now. Chozen now stalking behind Adam Bawm as Bawm moves ever closer to Drake Hyde. Just as Bawm is about to pull Drake Hyde up, Chozen grabs him from behind and lifts him up for a back body drop. Adam hits the mat and Chozen begins to raise up to his feet. Rival is already up to his feet, but laying in wait. Chozen gets up, not seeing Rival behind him and begins to walk over towards Drake Hyde. Just as Chozen is about to reach Hyde, Rival nails Chozen with a dropkick to the back of the head that sends Chozen staggering forward and falling over the top rope. Chozen lands on the floor a full flip and lands face first on the hard unforgiving mat outside. Drake, being pretty well rested now raises to his feet just as Rival is getting back up to his as well. Bawm is already up to his feet and on his way over to the action. Drake is just about to grab Rival when Bawm spins him around and delivers a right hand to the face of Drake. Drake comes back with a right of his own, but then is met with a right from Rival. It’s a two on one brawl now as Drake trades blows with both Rival and Bawm. After five exchanges, Drake has held his own long enough. Bawm and Rival don’t want to continue on in this exchange and instead of trading blows again, both men grab an arm of Drake and send him to the ropes with a double irish whip. On the rebound, they both grab a leg of Drake and lift him up for a double spine buster that shakes the ring.

FRANK: Oh, that’ll straighten your spinal column.

HERB: OUCH!!! Drake’s really going to need a chiropractor after that.

Rival and Bawm look at each other with a satisfied look on their face as they then pull Drake back up to his feet. Drake is worn as he wobbles on his feet. Again, they send Drake to the ropes with another double irish whip. They are about to go for a double back body flip as they both bend over leaving themselves exposed. Drake doesn’t go for the ride, but instead runs in, grabbing them both by the head and hits a two way ddt on both Bawm and Rival. Drake gets a second wind as he jumps up to his feet and the crowd goes crazy with cheers. Right off the bat, Drake pulls Bawm up to his feet and sends him flying into the turnbuckle with an irish whip of his own. Bawm hits the turnbuckle hard and Drake comes charging in. With the momentum firmly in Drake’s grasp now, he begins to unload on Bawm. Right and lefts rain down on Bawm as if he were in a pouring fist storm. Drake doesn’t let up for a second, just keeps working Bawm over. Suddenly, Drake steps to the side as Rival comes flying in with a spear. Missing his mark, Rival nails Bawm with a spear on accident and Bawm is folded in half in the corner. Drake steps behind Rival and lays in wait. As Rival walks backwards out of the corner Drake grabs him up in a full nelson.

HERB: Here comes a Full Nelson bomb from Drake, huh?

It looks like Drake is about to go for a Full Nelson bomb as he lifts Rival up. But instead of dropping him straight down, Drake swings Rival around and plants him face first into the mat with a modified side walk slam.

HERB: Oh wow, that’s gotta hurt.

FRANK: Where the hell did that come from?

HERB: That’s Drake Hyde for you, always the innovator of new moves.

FRANK: Yeah, so what’s that one supposed to be called?

HERB: Um... I think he’s calling that the Hyde-Walk Slam. But I think Rival would call it painful.

Drake rises back up to his feet now and pulls Adam Bawm out of the corner. Drake quickly grabs Bawm around the neck and throws Bawm’s arm over his own neck as if in a suplex position. Drake pulls up lifting Bawm into the air and Hyde then brings Bawm crashing down with a Hyde Life. Drake quickly make the cover and the ref makes the count 1... 2.... 3.....

HERB: What a convincing win by Drake Hyde.

FRANK: OH please, only because King Chozen was helping him.

HERB: Yeah, as much as Rival was helping Bawm.

FRANK: Oh, that was completely different.

HERB: Yeah about as different as off white and bone white.

FRANK: Huh?

Drake is now out of the ring picking up the AWA United States Championship belt. Chozen is getting up to his feet as well as Drake Hyde places the belt over his shoulder. Misery now vanishes back through the entrance into the backstage area. Drake and Chozen are now walking together back up the rampway towards the backstage area. All of a sudden, KO Kid and Javex Valerius come running down the ring with chairs in hand. Drake and Chozen ready themselves for the attack. KO Kid swings at Drake Hyde, but Drake ducks the shot and side steps KO Kid. As KO Kid turns around, Drake nails him with the AWA Television Championship belt right to the head. KO Kid is staggered and Drake nails him with another shot to the head with the belt. Javex on the other hand was able to nail Chozen right on the button. Chozen goes down hard. Javex and Drake turn towards each other when suddenly, Low comes running out from the back with a chair in his hand. Javex looks towards Low, and that is all the distraction Drake needs to level Javex with a shot to the head with the AWA Television Championship belt. After Javex goes down, Drake looks up the ramp to see Low, but Low doesn’t stop on his way down to the ring and it’s only obvious to Drake why when Low brings the chair crashing down on Rival’s head who is right behind Drake about to hit him with a chair. Drake and Low look at each other and it’s obvious that if only for this one moment, they are on the same page. KO Kid is about to get to his feet again, and Low cracks him over the head with his chair. Drake Hyde helps Chozen get back up to his feet and Adam Bawm is now charging at Drake Hyde. Drake quickly throws the AWA Television Championship belt at Adam Bawm. Bawm grabs the belt, only to be leveled as Chozen delivers a Van Daminator by kicking the AWA Television Championship belt instead of a chair. Adam Bawm goes down. Javex is starting to get back up, but Drake grabs him around the waist before he can get back up and sends him crashing back down with a dominator. Suddenly, the AWA security team comes charging out to the ring and overtake Drake, Low, and Chozen. Once the three are overtaken by security, Adam Bawm, Javex, KO Kid, and Rival capitalize and again go on the attack. With two security guards holding each man, Drake, Low, and Chozen. Adam Bawm, Rival, Javex, and KO Kid each grab a chair.

ADAM BAWM: You think this is over?! This is far from over!! And you want to get involved Low, We’ll involve you alright!!

With that said, Adam Bawm is the first to begin swinging. Adam nails Drake in the head and splits him open, he then nails Low, then Chozen. Javex follows up, nailing each one as well, then KO Kid.

ADAM BAWM: Oh yeah, say hello to the newest Enforcer!!

Then Rival takes his turn nailing each man with a chair. The security team then drop all three men to the floor of the ramp as the Enforcers and the AWA Security team make their way back into the backstage area. Drake and Low raise up on their hands and look up the rampway towards the exist with sinister smiles on their faces.

HERB: Oh man, what an attack.

FRANK: Hey, they had it coming. What was Low doing sticking his nose in business that doesn’t involve him.

HERB: What.... Are you forgetting that Drake and Low are brothers?

FRANK: They’re not real brothers Herb.

HERB: Yeah, they’re closer than that.

FRANK: Pulease. They don’t even talk.

HERB: Sure they do. And even if they didn’t, they’re still brothers, and you don’t mess with a mans family Frank, you just don’t do it. The Enforcers just started something that they might not be able to finish.

FRANK: Oh what ever. The big news of the night... Sadly Adam Bawm lost the match, and now he will have to go under the wing of one Dave Santini.

HS: Well it’s time for are next match, this one isn’t going to be pretty.

FJ: You got that right, we have the Hardcore Champion, Nightmist taking on the challenger C-Rock.

HS: Lets go down to ring side.

Ring Announcer: Introducing first from Salt Lake City, UT weighing in at 255 pounds, he is a former United States, Intercontinental and Television champion and the master of the Regulator, C-Rock!

("Made You Look" by Nas plays and C-Rock struts his way to the ring.)

Ring Announcer: And his opponent hailing from Buffalo, NY and weighing in at 265 pounds, he is the current AWA Hardcore Champion and the master of The Major Let Down, Nightmist!

("Who we B" by DMX hits and Nightmist walks down the aisle, he has the Louisville Slugger in his right hand.)

HS: Oh No! Nightmist has the baseball bat, we’’ve seen what he can do with that!

(Nightmist is taunting the crowd showing off the bat when C-Rock takes him by surprise and baseball slides him, Nightmist falls to the floor and the bat rolls up the ramp.)

FJ: Ha. I guess C-Rock played a little baseball in his day too.

(C-Rock goes to the floor and picks up Nightmist, he then Irish Whips him into the steal steps knee first, Nightmist flips over the steps. C-Rock laughing walks over and stomps Nightmist three times before rolling back in the ring. C-Rock goes to the far corner and waits for Nightmist to drag himself into the ring. Unknown to C-Rock Nightmist reaches under the ring and grabs a trash can. C-Rock becomes inpatient and walks to the other side of the ring to see what is holding up Nightmist, when he gets near the rope Nightmist throws the trash can at his face and knocks C-rock down into a sitting position.)

HS: C-Rock wasn’’t expecting that.

FJ: Yeah, but who would?

(Nightmist in the ring now for the first time kicks C-Rock hard in the sternum. He then picks him up and goes for a vertical suplex, but C-Rock lands on his feet, still holding on to Nightmist C-Rock turns to his left and no has Nightmist in a front face lock, as soon as he gets him in the front face lock position he DDT’’s him right on the trash can lid!)

HS: What a reversal!

FJ: Nightmist landed head first on that trash can lid, he’’s out.

(C-Rock goes for a cover, 1………… Kick out! C-Rock looks stunned. C-rock picks up Nightmist and goes for a power bomb but Nightmist uses his weight to force C-Rock down to his back, Nightmist then sitting on C-Rock delivers a number of powerful right hands to the challenger’’s face. Nightmist picks up the trash can and hits C-Rock in the face three times the exits the ring towards the ramp. Once again Nightmist looks under the ring and emerges with a two by four wrapped in barbed wire!)

HS: That’’s taking it to far, Somebody stop him!

FJ: No it isn’’t, Hit him! Hit him!

(Nightmist renters the ring and C-Rock back on his feet charges him. Nightmist swings the two by four wildly but C-Rock is able to avoid contact. Both men bounce of the ropes and C-Rock catches Nightmist with a stiff boot to the face. Nightmist drops the two by four and C-Rock retrieves it. Nightmist is laying on his stomach and C-Rock gets an evil look in his eyes. He brings the two by four wrapped in barbed wire over his head and brings it down hard across Nightmist’’s stomach, Nightmist squirms in pain. Crock pulls the two by four out of Nightmist’’s body, and it sticks to his shirt momentarily.)

HS: OH GOD NO! DID YOU SEE THAT!

FJ: I saw it, but that doesn’’t mean I believe it.

(C-Rock brings the two by four up again but Nightmist cuts him off with a low blow. Nightmist gets to his feet and picks up the two by four, C-Rock is leaning up against the ropes when Nightmist swings the two by for and hits C-Rock right in the face, who goes flying over the top rope and down onto the floor, but not before hitting his head on the announce table.)

HS: C-Rock is busted wide open! He’’s wearing a crimson mask.

(Nightmist goes down to the floor and he and C-Rock exchange right hands. Then C-Rock gets the upper hand and hits Nightmist with a running power bomb on the floor. C-Rock then puts Nightmist’’s half conscious body on the Spanish announce table, and heads to the tope rope.)

HS: I think C-Rock is going to go for an elbow drop.

FRANK: If he hits this it’’s over.

(C-Rock’’s bloodied face looks a bit nervous, he doesn’’t waste much time on the rope, he takes a huge leap and flutters towards the table, but at the last moment Nightmist slowly rolls off the table to the mats, C-Rock goes crashing through the table and ends up face down against the safety rail.)

HS: Both men are out! Neither are moving!

FJ: Do you see what the AWA Hardcore Championship means to these two men? This is there life, Who is going to walk out the champ, that is what matters, pain doesn’’t last forever, it’’s about the glory. The glory is what just drove C-Rock to jump ten feet through an announce table, these men are crazy for gold.

(After at least two minutes of lying in pain Nightmist regains his composer enough to walk over what is left of the Spanish announce table and pick up C-Rock. Nightmist tries to execute a dominator, but C-Rock slides over Nightmist’’s shoulder and lands on the other side of the safety rail, he drops down and hits a reverse bulldog of sorts on Nightmist, with his upper back bouncing off the rail.)

HS: There’’s still life left in C-Rock.

(Both men are down once again, security begins to clear the fans in the area wear the two competitors are. C-Rock gets up and hooks Nightmist in a suplex position, he picks he up over the barricade and brain busters him on to the first row of chairs, leaving him hanging upside down on a chair. After a period of regroup, C-Rock drags Nightmist up the aisle and up to a merchandise stand. The people working there scatter and the two start to fight in front of the glass display case. Nightmist gets the upper hand and Gorilla Press slams C-Rock through the display case.)

HS: What I match, how are these two men still breathing.

FJ: I’’m so sure C-Rock is.

(Nightmist hops on top of C-Rock and starts punching him over and over again. After a few more good punches Nightmist drags C-Rock back towards the crowd, on top of the stairs. Nightmist lets C-Rock free with his back to the stairs. C-Rock stands there, woozy and a bloody mess, hen Nightmist delivers a Clothesline from Hell that sends C-Rock rolling down the stairs. C-Rock rolls, head over heels then on his side all the way down to the safety rail. Nightmist follows and when he gets to the bottom throws C-Rock over the rail and rolls him in the ring.)

HS: He’’s out, Nightmist has the match won, pin him Nightmist, pin him.

(Nightmist goes down as if to pin C-Rock but then stands back up and with a sick look in his eyes reaches into his pocket and pulls out a good size leather bag.)

HS: What’’s in the bag? Come on pin him the match is over.

(Nightmist opens up the bag and dumps hundreds of thumb tacks on the mat!)

FJ: THUMB TACKS! THUMB TACKS!

(Nightmist picks up C-Rock and sets him up in the corner, he picks him up to the top rope then drives him down with the Major Let Down on the thumb tacks! He then with thumb tacks sticking in his and C-Rocks body drops an arm over his opponent and the Ref. counts, 1…………2………….3.)

HS: Finally the madness is over, what a match

FJ: It looks like a car wreck out here, we need some medical attention.

HS: They’’re going to be talking about this one for years.

FJ: That was hardcore.

("Who we B" by DMX plays and Nightmist’’s unconscious arm is raised in victory, two stretchers are brought to the ring, and both men are loaded onto the stretchers. Just as the EMT’s are about to wheel Nightmist and C-Rock off to the back, Adam Bawm comes out walking ever so slowly with a Louiseville slugger firmly in his grasp. Adam makes it down to the ring and the EMT’s can’t move the stretchers up the ramp with Bawm standing in the middle of the ramp. Bawm shoos the EMT’s away and when they don’t move away right away he raises the bat at them and they scatter like roaches when the lights come on. Bawm pulls out a mic and begins to talk.

ADAM BAWM: Payback's a bitch! And I'm your pimp mother f***er!"

With that, Bawm nails Nightmist over the head with the bat. Having done his deed, Adam Bawm begins to walk up the ramp backwards, not noticing Misery standing halfway up the rampway. Adam Bawm backs into Misery and turns around, before Misery can nail Bawm with a chair, Bawm jumps over the edge of the ramp and backs away along the side of the ramp smiling at Misery and Nightmist.

HS: This is it Frank. Main event time. The moment we've been waiting for.

FJ: LJ is gonna have to like his chances going into this match. Though Warrior SLAUGHTERED Suavio Mega in a prior match, the match went a LOT longer than he could have ever expected.

HS: As a result, he's coming into this match at less than 100%.

FJ: As great a wrestler he is, I just don't see him able to pull this out.

HS: This is for the AWA World Heavyweight Title. If that can't get him up for this match, then he doesn't need to be here.

-----"Real Thing" by Pearl Jam cues up and out struts L.J. Vacamas. He's met with major heat. Taking a moment to work the crowd up even more, he shouts obscenities and even challenges a brace-faced kid who's giving him a thumbs down gesture. Circling the ring, he awaits his opponent.-----

FJ: Vacamas looks ready Herb. My money is on him to win!

HS: I still say the jury is out.

-----"Only God Can Judge Me" by Tupac plays next as the crowd starts a 'Sua-Vi-O!' chant. Dark Warrior parts the curtains, a bag of ice draped around his neck as he is grits his teeth and motions with his hand as if to backhand several audience members. Carefully he steps through the ropes and both competitors get nose to nose.-----

FJ: Can you feel the intensity Herb?

HS: Well, bout the only one who is having a hard time feeling right now is Warrior.

FJ: Ha ha!

-----The referee shows both men the belt and then holds it high in the air as he calls for the bell. Both men circle each other as Warrior slings the ice out of the ring. As they go to lock up, LJ strikes with a quick knee to the midsection. He follows it up with a german suplex and then a baseball slide type kick to the exposed face. Standing Warrior back up, he then hits with a DDT and goes for the cover 1...2...kickout by Warrior. LJ decides to press the advantage as he slaps on a reverse chinlock to further work the weakened neck.-----

FJ: Great strategy by Vacamas. He's gonna make a great world champion.

HS: He might. Or he might not.

FJ: Hope you like to eat crow because you're gonna eat plenty of it.

-----Letting go of the chinlock, LJ helps Warrior up to his feet. Ducking a clothesline from Warrior, LJ locks his hands around Warrior's waist and lands a belly to back suplex. Not letting go, he chains together three more. Taking a moment to jaw at the ref, he then makes a very cocky cover, not even hooking the leg. The ref counts once more. 1...2...Thr...foot on the rope by Dark Warrior. Vacamas is livid as he pushes the ref only for the ref to push him back.-----

FJ: Careful there LJ! I've got a lot riding on ya!

HS: You're riding something on LJ?

FJ: Shut up Herb.

-----Vacamas continues to stomp away at Dark Warrior, kicking him in the ribs one final time for good measure. Irish whipping him into the ropes, he then catches him with a perfect powerslam. Instead of making the cover, though, LJ decides to rain punches and verbal assaults over Dark Warrior before standing over him to taunt and motion with his hands around his waist that the World Title will be his. Unbeknownst to LJ, Big Bad Blue has walked down the ramp to the outside. Circling it, he now stands on the opposite side he came down on. As LJ lands the reverse neckbreaker, Rawstarr now runs down to ringside. Climbing up on the apron, he distracts the referee as Blue now enters the ring! Spinning LJ around, he slams a few fists into his forehead before whipping him into the turnbuckle. Putting him up on the top, he scales it as well and hits The Blue Equalizer!!!-----

HS: Oh my god!!!!

FJ: Where is the security? SECURITY!!!!!

-----Rawstarr and Big Bad Blue then stalk towards the announcers. Before they can move back, Blue grabs the headset. Looking at them, he smirks and replies, 'That was for nothing. We just felt like giving pain to someone.'-----

FJ: SECURITY!!!!!!!

-----As if on cue, Dave Santini leads an impressive-looking security unit out. Rawstarr and Blue, having accomplished what they came out to do, decide to hit the high road as the security team finishes chasing them away! They turn their attention back towards the ring where they stand around one side of it as if forming a wall.-----

-----In the middle of the ring, both men are laid out. Slowly they both begin to stir. LJ is up first and he fires off a right hand. Blocked by Warrior, Warrior responds with one of his own. LJ now hits with a right that wobbles Warrior, but Warrior springs off the ropes and connects with one of his own. LJ tries to fire off another, but that is blocked and turned into the Crippled!-----

HS: What a counter-move by Dark Warrior.

FJ: C'mon LJ!

-----Warrior wrenches back on the hold as it is applied dead in the center of the ring. As the moments pass, LJ's struggle in him seems to fade. Santini begins shouting at the flamboyant one, though, and his arm shoots up as the ref goes to check it. Slowly...painfully, he inches his way to the ropes where he makes it to them with a desperation plunge. Warrior breaks the hold at four as he slumps to the side, still feeling the effects from early on in the match. Getting up first, Warrior lands an elbow into the back of LJ before putting him into the STF.

HS: This is smart strategy by Dark Warrior.

FJ: He's hoping that by grounding LJ, he can slow the pace down and turn it more into a high impact, grinding type match. Only problem is that he's spent from his match earlier this evening! His style will prove to be his downfall!

HS: Spoken like a true imbecile.

-----LJ's screams fill the arena as Warrior has the hold cinched in tight. Yet, much to his dismay, he finds that LJ has again found the ropes. Pulling LJ up, he hits with a snap suplex and then goes for a figure four leglock. However, LJ quickly diagnoses the move and counters it into a small package. Ref with the cover. 1..2...Thr...last minute kickout by Dark Warrior! As Warrior quickly springs up, LJ grabs him by the tights and throws him into the referee, knocking him out in the process! Once the referee crumples to the side, LJ flips Dark Warrior around in the turnbuckle and begins laying into him. Right...left...right...left. Taunting Dark Warrior, he slowly begins to wind back...goading Warrior to take a step into a waiting haymaker. At the opposite end of the ring, diagonal from where they are, a white hand suddenly bursts through the ring!!!!-----

FJ: What the???

HS: This can't be a technical difficulty or anything. I...I can't believe my own eyes.

FJ: A HAND is now opening and closing in the far corner of the ring. What the hell is going on?

-----The crowd begins to pop loudly as the arm that is attached to the hand raises up and now slams down through the mat. LJ is still none the wiser as he thinks the crowd is behind him waiting to waylay Dark Warrior. All of a sudden the rest of the body pops THROUGH the canvas and we see that CARNEVIL now stands before the combatants with a steel pipe in hand!!! Warrior's eyes grow huge and LJ senses that something isn't quite right. Slowly turning around, he then sees what isn't right and then he finds a steel pipe smacking him in an uppercut type fashion and down to the mat. Warrior smiles at what has just happened and Carnevil returns the smile with a wicked grin of his own. As Dark Warrior makes a move from the turnbuckle...-----

HS: I don't believe it! CarnEvil has just helped Dark Warrior by laying out LJ!!!!!

FJ: This....this can't be happening can it?

HS: Could it be that these two men are in an alliance?

-----...he's met with a NASTY shot to the midsection followed by a Hell's Circus for his trouble as the crowd roars their approval!-----

HS: I take it that means no.

FJ: It means HELL no.

-----Dave Santini and his entourage have seen enough. They gather on one side of the ring, getting ready to apprehend the NHL member. Realizing this, CarnEvil bounces off of the ropes. Using his momentum and displaying his atheletic prowress, he springs to the outside where he squashes most of the security force as if they were little bugs. Noticeable from the crunch was Dave Santini. As CarnEvil pops back up to his feet, he senses the head of security charging him. Wanting to meet his foe head on, he quickly turns and takes down Santini with a near-beheading-type clothesline from hell! Seeing the carnage left in the giant's wake, his eyes light up and he casts yet another demonic smile. Hopping over the barricade he makes his way up through the crowd as he leaves.

Inside, both men are out cold. The ref is out cold. Several minutes pass as we see the blood start to ooze from both combatants: Warrior from the head and LJ from the mouth. As they get back up to their feet Warrior swings wildly as LJ ducks under. As Warrior spins around, LJ catches him with a boot to the gut. As he bounces off the rope for a move, Warrior reveals that he was merely playing possum and lands a belly-to-belly suplex. Standing over LJ to get his breath, he goes for his patented figure-four leglock, only for LJ to rake his eyes! Quickly reaching for one of Warrior's feet, he takes him down and then entertwines his own leg in between. Turning the move over, he puts Warrior in the Vacamas Trap as the crowd cheers on the signature move!-----

FJ: This is it!!! I'm eating steak tonight!

HS: Well, I wouldn't be too sure about.....

----As LJ cranks back on the move, we see Warrior as he's screaming out in pain, blood running down his cheeks and even into his mouth. He's tapping, but the referee is out cold!

FJ: Whohooo! Warrior just....

HS: Hey, Frank, you're forgetting something.

FJ: What?

HS: Who needs to ring the bell?

FJ: The ref, but he's....oh. OH HELL NO! COME ON WAKE UP REF!!!!!!

-----Hearing Warrior tap, LJ releases the hold and holds his arms up high. A moment passes, and he then realizes that the referee is still out cold. Going over to the ref, he begins to revive him. This buys Warrior precious time. Once again, he plays possum. As LJ picks up Dark Warrior, he calls for the Shutdown. As he lifts him up, he's surprised to feel Warrior turn and continue to flip OVER LJ! Not wasting any motion at all, Warrior quickly applies The Deadly Darkness as once again the crowd comes to life!-----

HS: It could be over right here!!!!

FJ: This can't be!!!

-----The ref shakes the cobwebs clear and goes over to where LJ is. He checks the hold to make sure it isn't an illegal choke. Seeing nothing wrong with it, he continues to check on him. He drops the arm once. Lifting it up, he drops the arm a SECOND time. As he picks up the arm a third time, LJ's arm BARELY stays up. The ref turns to signal that the match still continues. In that moment, Santini lunges at LJ's foot and desperately puts it on the rope as LJ's hand is tapping away.

HS: WE HAVE A WINNER!

FJ: Look again Herb! The foot is on the rope!

HS: THAT DAMN SANTINI!!!!!

-----As Warrior goes to pick LJ back up off the mat, Vacamas quickly responds with a low blow! The crowd boos the move as Santini quickly retrieves a chair from under the ring. Sliding it in the ring, he quickly distracts the ref. Vacamas hobbles his way over to where the chair is. Picking it up, he holds it in his hands preparing to deliver the knockout blow. As Warrior makes it to his feet, LJ takes a murderous swing. Warrior ducks under the swing as LJ SOMEHOW manages to put on the brakes and not hit the referee. As the referee is slides to the side and starts to chew out Vacamas, Warrior runs towards the far side ropes. Bouncing off of them, he lands a brutal forearm to the back of LJ's head that sends him straight into Dave Santini, steel chair leading the rush. Santini gets wiped out as he crumples back to the outside of the ring. LJ is shaken as he wobbles from the ropes. Warrior is up and he drills a boot to the midsection and follows it up with the unprettier. Going over to the turnbuckle, he painfully scales his way up. The crowd is on their feet as they see Warrior grabbing at his neck. He nearly falls off the ropes, but he gathers himself...defies his own body's protests...and lands the High Death! Draping an arm over LJ's body the ref administers the count.

1....
2....
3!!!!!!!!

-----The ref calls for the bell as Dark Warrior rolls onto his back and is handed the AWA World Title. He clenches it against his body tightly as he grimaces from the pain. Slowly he rolls all the way out and throws it over his shoulder as he's helped to the back by several refs who emerge from the curtains. Moments later, Dave Santini makes it to his feet and stalks off, holding his head in pain. Meanwhile, LJ has his back to the ramp as he's leaning on the ropes. His breathing is deep, but he seems more pissed off than in extreme pain.

Suddenly Low comes walking down the ring. He doesn't rush down, but he seems to walk to the ring with a purpose. He slides in and Vacamas turns around to see him. Low and Vacamas stare at each other. They take a few steps towards each other until they stand in each other's reach.-----

HS: What is Low doing here?

FJ: He told Vacamas they'd meet eye to eye in the very near future, and the very near future appears to be now!

-----Low reaches his hand out to Vacamas, who looks surprised. The fans don't know how to react either. Low smiles at Vacamas. Vacamas hesitates a little before he smiles back and shakes Low's hand.-----

HS: Oh no! What is this all about?

FJ: It seems that Low's words about Santini and Gray have caused Vacamas to reconsider his alliance with them?

HS: I don't believe that!

-----Low and Vacamas both smile and Low looks into the cheering crowd with a weird grin. All of a sudden he kicks Vacamas in the midsection and goes for the Low Stunner, but Vacamas, after his battle with Dark Warrior, is able to push Low off and into the ropes! Low rebounds and is met by a kick to his own midsection. Vacamas hooks Low's head and hits the Shutdown! Low is down and out on the mat while Vacamas leaves the ring to the boos of the crowd.-----

HS: What a night this has been!

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