The scene opens on the Palace at Auburn Hills in Auburn Hills, Michigan. We hear the roar of the crowd as the camera catches the marquee advertising “AWA Springs and Breaks”. We see the face of Hangman and C-Rock facing each other looming larger than life. The scene changes to the inside of the arena. We see the masses of cheering fans and the various sign. The camera lingers as it comes across the same large masked man that we seen on the show. “THE BLUE PRINT RULES!!” “Time for some OUTLAW JUSTICE” “I WANT MICKEY’S DERBY” “THE ENFORCEMENT AGE!”

FJ: We are live in the Palace of Auburn Hills, Michigan! Tonight we have the long awaited Pay Per View, Springs and Breaks! Tonight there will be action, action, and more action as we have the big men rumbling and the smaller ones in a high flyers match. We have a boiler room brawl and a derby match. What more can you want?

HS: What more, indeed? Two new groups have emerge with the goal to drive the Elimination Enterprises from the AWA. What will happen tonight on this show is anyone’s guess!

“Hail to the Chief” plays and out struts President Gray flanked by the Enforcers and Robert Gray II. The boos erupt from the fans upon site of the five men. Referee Bob (Robert Gray II) tries to admonish the crowd for booing his uncle, but it only serves to increase the volume of boos.

President Gray: “I can’t believe this! I bring you a great card and you have the audacity to boo me to my face! I aught to turn the lights out and send the wrestlers home for the night.”

The fans boo again.

President Gray: “Shut up and listen, you ignorant jackasses! What you see on this stage before you is an assembling of some of the AWA’s up and coming talent! Men, who know that I am the one responsible for their livelihood and put the food on their tables. In return, they provide protection for me.”

“Hangman, how hollow your words were earlier this week. You wanted to threaten me and where did that get you! The Blue Print gave you the beating of a lifetime. (He laughs) And then, the psycho takes one of the most talented wrestlers in the AWA and leaps off of the lower roof of the stadium. Sending them both through barbwire wrapped, flaming, and thumb tac littered tables.”

(Glares angrily into the camera)

“If C-Rock wasn’t able to compete, I would have sued the horse right out from under your cowboy ass!”

(Starts rubbing his hands together and then pats Referee Bob on the back)

“But tonight, you will no longer represent the AWA as World Champion. Not to mention that this man, (he turns and pats the KO Kid on the back) the KO Kid will strike another blow against the Elimination Enterprises as he becomes the next AWA Hardcore Champion! Tonight will be a night that my authority will be ENFORCED!!”

(“Hail to the Chief” strikes up again as President Gray and crew head to the back)

HS: What plans does this man have for the Elimination Enterprises?

FJ: Not only them, but Vacamas as he is in the boiler room brawl too.

Mike Arson –vs- Kris Synz (Hardcore Match)

HS: Well folks, we are going to throw it backstage where Steve Harris is standing by with C-Money and G-Sex “2 Of Amerikaz Most Wanted”

**G-Sex and C-Money appear on screen and receive a moderate amount of heat, G-Sex is wearing black Nike workout pants, his shirtless muscular frame glistening under a mixture of water and pre match workout sweat, he also has on blue tinted glasses, C-Money is dressed in a metallic silver Sean John tracksuit with the jacket unzipped revealing a “Springs and Breaks” T-Shirt and the “bling” around his neck**

(Interviewer): Thanks PBP, I am here with two men who will be making their debut tonight, in a number one contenders match for the Tag Titles, C-Money, G-Sex what are your thoughts leading into this, your first match here in AWA?

**G-Sex gently pushes the mic in his direction and begins to speak**

G-Sex: Two words you little BeHootch, Absolute confidence, you see

**G-Sex pauses and sniffs the air**

G-Sex: You smell that? Yo Money did you fart?

**C-Money sniffs the air and shakes his head, they both pause before nodding their head and saying**

C-Money/G-Sex: Michigan!

G-Sex: yeah that’s what that stank ass smell is

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! (The fans are so loud you can clearly hear it where the interview is taking place)

G-Sex: True this is our first match in AWA, but this isn’t our first match in this industry, true we are new to AWA but we are not new to this business. “2 Of Amerikaz Most Wanted” have forged careers out of not giving a damn, or respecting any one or anything but ourselves! We do not care if you’re a World Champ, we do not care if these idiots chant your names, we don’t care if you’ve been here one week, or one year, we WILL disrespect you and if we so choose destroy you.

(Interviewer): Your first match will not be easy you are taking on Mutiny, how will you approach this match?

G-Sex: Puh-lease! Who are we up against? A schizophrenic drug abuser, which I’m sure all these people can relate to.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

G-Sex: And an Alvin Einstein wanna be Mo’Fo, he’s a pussy, I grew up in the PROJECTS, he grew up doing science PROJECTS! Up until last year I though E=MC2 was an east coast rapper! But his high intelligence is gonna mean two things in that ring tonight, Jack and Squat! You know what I’m being greedy, Money why don’t you bust on these fools one time

**G-Sex pushes the microphone in C-Money’s direction and the crowd begins to simmer**

Interviewer: So what are your thoughts?

C-Money: Well first let me just say how glad I am to be here in Minnesota!

Heat!!!

Interviewer: Ahh C-Money we’re in Michigan right now.

C-Money: Man I know this, don’t you know anything! I say the wrong town these idiots boo me, now usually I would say that was below me but after talking to some of these idiots outside anything wittier then “pull my finger” goes straight over there head.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Interviewer: Ok then, Ahh do you have any comments about your match tonight?

C-Money: You mean our match against two of the biggest head cases in the AWA! Our match tonight, against two of the loosest cannons this company has! Our match coming up next, im talking see you after the break don’t change the dial, next! Against who are to become two of the BIGGEST losers this company has ever seen!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!

C-Money: Yeah I have a comment, Don’t under estimate what you don’t know. Tonight as you step in the ring with the “Future Franchize” and the “Made Man” don’t pass us off as two flashers in the AWA pan, don’t think that we are two jobbers here to give you ring practice, think of us as your two worst enemies because when you are in that ring opposite “2 Of Amerikaz Most Wanted” that’s what you will be to us, enemies.

Interviewer: Well those are…………………………….

C-Money: Did I look like I had finished! Did I say you could speak! NO! now give me that mic and get yo’ punk hill billy, momma cousin, daddy sister, probably wanna live in Michigan cause they have nicer trailer parks, ASS out of our shot!

**Interviewer hands C-Money mic and leaves the shot**

C-Money: G-Sex why don’t you show this fool how to rap up a “2 Of Amerikaz Most Wanted” Interview. Lets kick this BeHootch off!

**G-Sex grabs the mic, lowers his shades and pauses before saying**

G-Sex: CAN I GET A WITNESS!

Kris Synz –vs- Mike Arson

("Unspeakable" by Danzig hits the speakers as Kris Synz walks out from behind the curtains, entering the ring. As he reaches the ring, he grabs some trash cans, stop signs, bells, and fruits out from under the ring and throw them in)

HS: Oh man! This is it, the hardcore match! And what is this? President Gray has made this a hardcore street fight match!

FJ: And here is the man who will win the match! I'll put 50 bucks on him, right here

("Oh my fucking god" by Strapping young lad hits the PA system as Mike Arson walks out. He gets a pretty big pop because the fans hate Synz so much and want to see him lose)

HS: Oh man, this will be one hell of a match! 2 men in the ring with no rules!

FJ: And one winner! I'll tell you something, Mike Arson is great... He is great at sucking at wrestling! Just watch as Synz easily wins this one.

(The bell rings as the 2 men face off in the ring. They lock up, and Synz gives Arson a “headlock” take down)

FJ: Not the type of move you expect to see in a hardcore match, but it is definatly a good idea to wear your opponent down with.

(Synz grabs him and holds him up for a suplex, but Arson falls on his feet, hitting him with a huge elbow to the face)

HS: What a reversal! Man this match already has me on the edge of my seat!

(The 2 men lock up. A quick kick to the midsection allows time for Chris Synz to get a stop sign, and nail Arson in the face. Arson gets up, and ducks the next shot, and then punches the sign right into Chris Synz's face!)

FJ: What a lucky move! That was crap, Herb, crab. He needs to cheat to get any sort of advantage!

HS: It was Synz who initially brought the stop sign out and hit him with it!

FJ: Shut up, Herb.

(The 2 men slide out of the ring, and each grab a fruit. Synz grabs a cocoanut, and Arson grabs 2 apples)

FJ: I always knew Arson was fruity!

(Arson throws the apples, and they just bounce off Synz. As Arson charges, Synz turns around, clocking Arson in the head! He then picks up the cocoanut remains and starts eating them! Taunting Arson and the crowd.)

HS: What a showboat!

FJ: That looked like legendary Jimmy Snucka getting hit on Pipers pit! What a shot!

(Synz grabs Arson and the two fight down the aisle. Arson breaking free of Synz grasp whips him into the guardrails. Synz hits hard. Arson unleashes a series of European Uppercuts rocking Synz. Arson pulls Synz up for a reverse full nelson suplex on the metal ramp! He climbs to his feet and drags Synz back stage with him. Back stage in the hallway, the two men start exchanging blows again. Synz slams Arson into one of the walls, before nailing him with a full trashcan! Garbage flies everywhere! Arson avoids the clothesline and catches Synz with a thrust kick that sends him crashing through the exit door and into the parking garage. Arson approaches Synz and is caught by surprise as Synz sends a forearm to the midsection. Arson doubles over allowing Kris Synz to get to his feet. Arson is thrown onto a Limo, and Synz goes on top of him, punching him. Both men on top of the limo, Synz picks him up, signaling for a suplex. As soon as he goes to lift him up, Arson wraps his leg around Synz's, and picks up Synz for a fisherman DDT! The ref counts... 1.....2.... Kick out!)

HS: What a move! Look at the dent in the hood of the limo!

FJ: It wasn't that good, he kicked out!

(After the kick out they both roll off of the car, laying on the ground. They both get up, and start exchanging blows again. They punch and kick their way back toward the entrance. Arson hurls Synz through the doors and he sprawls onto the cold polished floor. A Boston Crab is applied by Arson and the observant referee checks to see if there is a submission from Synz. Synz shakes his head no and Arson gives a final tug before releasing the hold. He pulls a hurting Synz up and whips him toward the locker room doors, but Synz reverses whipping Arson through instead. Arson bursts through the door and a few wrestlers inside scatter to allow the battle to continue.

HS: These men are really out to make a name for themselves tonight!

Synz slams Arson into a locker. Arson climbs to his feet under a barrage of clubbing blows. Arson has grabbed someone’s belt and begins to lash Synz with it. Synz protects his face from the stinging blows. Arson takes a couple steps back. Arson comes running back attempting a clothesline, but Synz drop toe holds him into a locker and then slams the door on his head!)

FJ: What a move! That's it!

1....2... Kick out

HS: Ha! Not that good of a move!

FJ: Shut up before i kick you!

(Arson is slow to get up and Synz wants to finish the match by executing a Dead End on the concrete. He lifts Arson but he manages to slip out of his grip and lay in some viscous forearm shots before a twisting powerslam on the hard cement. Arson covers 1..2..kickout! Arson climbs to his feet taunting Synz and stomps away at Synz. Synz can only roll over and crawl away from the attack. He comes across a aerosol deodorant lying under a bench and palms it. Synz has crawled his way out of the locker aisle and is now before the trainers office. Arson pulls the battered Synz up and is sprayed in the eyes with deodorant. Arson yelps as his eyes begin to burn. Synz is taunting him as he does get up. Arson swings wildly blinded and in pain. Synz grabs his head and throws him through the window into the trainer’s office. Inside there is a couch, a TV, 3 glass tables, and a desk. Synz enters through the door, and sees Arsons bloodied body on the floor)

HS: Oh my god, end the match! What a blood bath!

FJ: That's my man!

(As Synz laughs at Arsons body, the referee goes to check if he is OK)

HS: End the damn match! These guys are out of their minds!

(After about 2 minutes of taunting and an occasional kick to force Arson back to the floor, Arson finally gets up, and blindly charges at Synz! Since he sees him coming, he stops him with clothesline. He then pulls him up for a Tiger suplex right through a glass table! It shatters everywhere, and Synz goes for the pin. 1.....2.... kick out)

HS: Jesus look at that resilience! The man kicked out after being sent through a glass table! He’s must have lost at least a pint of blood! End the damn match!

FJ: Are you squeamish or are you just a big pussy? Shut your mouth, this is a Hardcore match! It’s gotta be rough or it doesn’t live up to it’s name!

(After the kick out, Synz looks amazed. He looks around, and finds a a jump rope. He runs over and picks it up, but when he gets it he see’s Arson is already standing! So, Synz puts the rope down and runs at Arson, trying to clothesline him, but Arson ducks, and Release thrust kicks Synz through a thin wall)

HS: Jesus Christ! Look at all of this blood! End the match, he’s out!

FJ: Folks I have never witnessed anything quite the caliber of this..... I hope all of you in TV land can appreciate this, because it sure as hell is special

(Arson climbs through hole made by Synz entering the room. Arson sees another desk, but decides that pinning Synz would be more logical. So he rolls him up. 1.....2...... kick out)

FJ: Look at that! He kicked out! He must have a broken damn neck and he kicked out! What an athlete!

HS: For once, I agree with you

FJ: So you’re finally tired of being wrong?

(Arson looks very frustrated, so he throws Synz onto the desk, and gets up on it with him, signaling for the cradle pile driver!)

HS: This is it! He’s calling for Pyromania! It’s over!

(Arson puts Synz under his legs, and lifts him up. As soon as Synz feet are in the air, he flips down on his side, hooks Arsons arms around his own neck, and hits crucifixion on the desk, with Synz landing on the ground!)

HS: Oh my god! How’d he do that??

FJ: That’s my man!

(Synz goes for the cover... 1....2....3... That’s it! The ref raises Chris Synz’s hand!)

FJ: Herb, what a match, and you owe me 50 bucks!

HS: I will deduct that from the money you owe from past bets.

FJ: YOU did say baits didn’t you? Why? Because, we have the most unorthodox wrestler in the AWA coming from 10, 000 leagues under the sea. The Fish!

HS: As he takes on a newcomer, the Bronx Basher!

Bronx Basher -vs- The Fish (High Flyers Match)

The Fish and The Bronx Basher are seen already in the ring with the subtle strains of The Toadies 'i came from the sea' fade away. Fish pulls Basher into a tight Half-Nelson and begins hammering on the locked up arm. Basher tries to twist out of the lock but ends up dropping to a knee as Fish keeps up the damage on his left arm! Fish, still with his hold locked in hauls Basher back up and Whips him to the ropes. Fish hits the opposite ropes and ducks a Clothesline from Bashers as the pass and both men hit the ropes again charging each other collide in a double Clothesline that nearly decapitates them both.

FJ: Wow, what a collision! We almost had fish sticks! Ha! Ha!

HS: Are you going to keep this type of thing going all night?

Fish is quick to recover and roll Basher for the pin, but Basher powers out hard and rolls clear to gain his feet. Fish rises more cautiously now as he faces off against The Bronx Basher. Fish steps up lying in with a series of Forearm Smashes. The fourth one is blocked and countered by a Knee To The Gut by Basher followed by a body slam. Basher twists Fish and locks him into a Boston Crab! Fish cries can be heard above the yells of the fans at ringside but he shakes his head 'NO' when the ref checks him Basher pulls the Crab in tighter on Fish and yells out "Ask him! Ask Him!" But there is no give in fish.

HS: Fish is in there showing what kind of competitor he is!

FJ: Well, he has to be tough remember this man was hooked by the fisherman and hauled into his boat only to escape back into the sea. A hook in the mouth must hurt! (He starts laughing again)

Finally Basher relents and releases Fish only to pull him up and throws him to the ropes. Catching him off the rebound, Basher hauls Fish up into a Swinging Fisherman Suplex: 3 Handled Credenza!!! Fish hits the mat hard bouncing at least twice. As the cameras close in the can see the stunned Fish gasping for air as Basher rolls to his feet and lands a Falling Elbow on him!!

FJ: He looked like a fish out of water!

Fish reels from the impact and grabs the ropes. Even as he is being pulled to his feet Fish does not release his hold as Basher locks in around his waist in an attempt to pull off a Suplex manouvre. Frustrated by Fish's tenaciousness and by the ref's intervention in ordering his hold broken because Fish was holding the ropes he does not see the sudden charge by Fish leading into a Bulldog that plants Basher firmly into the mat! Basher is up and furious at the sucker move by Fish. Fish himself is all; smiles as he receives the charge by Basher and sidesteps sending Basher through the ropes, his momentum carrying him right into the security barrier.

HS: Whoa, we were told this was a high fliers match up and Basher was certainly airborne!

Fish take the opportunity and climbs the turnbuckle urged on by the anticipation of the fans. Basher is regaining his senses and is trying to focus as he crawls from the base of the barrier although his paranoia shows in the jack-rabbit stares he gives up trying to find The Fish; atop the turnbuckle The Fish launches a Flipping Leg Drop on to the still prone Basher!!

HS: Ohh, what a dangerous move!

The referee begins the count as both men try to fight back to consciousness. At seven The Fish pulls himself over the apron and into the ring breaking the count before rolling back out. Pulling Basher up to his feet he fumbles his dead weight into the ring and follows and tries for the pin. The Fish is denied at two!

FJ: That was close, he almost put the Basher on ice.

Using the ropes The Fish Props The Bronx Basher up on his feet and launches Basher into the opposite ropes waiting for his return The Fish dives in for the Fish Facebuster; Basher instinctively rolls to the canvas and the Fish Hit empty air and is carried by his own impetus into the turnbuckle and is caught up in the ropes. Basher Staggers to his feet and sees The Fish caught in the net-like tangle of the ring-ropes and moves in to set himself up as The Fish wangles his way free and barely dodges a Super Kick from Basher. The Fish replies with an attempt at a Reverse DDT as Baher hooks his leg around The Fish's leg and hammers home one, then two more Elbows to The Fish's face and breaks the hold before sending him across the ring into yet another turnbuckle; The Fish slams home and drops to his kness from the impact as Basher moves to pull off a Belly to Belly Suplex. With his prey now prone Basher climbs high intending to land a frog Splash on The Fish

HS: This could be it!

FJ: Basher is about put this one in the bag. (Snickers)

Basher leaps off only to catch all mat as The Fish rolls at the last minute. Fish gets to his feet and positions himself to execute the Fish Attack. He connects with Basher and covers 1..2..3!! Fish pulls out the victory!!

FJ: Well, there is another story to be told about the one that got away.

The crowd cheers Fish as he slides out of the ring and celebrates with them at ringside. But the celebration is short lived as the AWA tron comes to life and we see the weather worn Fisherman.

Scene opens with the fisherman, in a bar, boasting his stories to a few young drunk men)

Fisherman: Yar, well lads, it went like this. I had him pinned on the boat.... Then he got in my blind side.... And got away

(Fisherman points to his eye, and starts shaking his head)

Fisherman: Yarr.....Ever since i lost this eye thinks haven’t been the same.... I'm even afraid of water now! But.... Now that I have found that damned fish.... It's worth it.... It is called Kyarrrrrrrma, lads. I will hook him good..... And when its done.... $200.00 price belongs to me!

Voice: Man, are you crazy? What the hell are you talking about? Why don’t you just sign a flipping contract you old sea bag! You smell like piss and tuna! Ha ha ha ha

(Fisherman jumps up, and turns his head to the left)

Fisherman: Yar, that is not funny lad. I am the greatest fisherman ever.... I am not a wrestler, i'm a fisherman! Yar.... As for your joke... Well...

(Fisherman grabs the surprised man. He speed is deceptively quick as he snap mares the man 3 times, then kicks the man in the ass out of the door)

Fisherman: Yar.... Thats one down. (Looks in the camera) Fish...... I'm gonna catch you, gut you, eat you, stuff you, get my $200.00 price, and retire on my boat..... But now.... I drink alone... At this Byarrr. (Scene fades with fisherman taking a few more swigs of his beer as he pulls his fishing pool into view. ***It is the large kind used to catch sea marlin.)

The Fish is stunned momentarily before shaking his head sadly and celebrating his way to the back.

FJ: Ha! Ha! Old Fish Sticks is in trouble now! The Gorton’s Fisherman is coming for him. Did you see his pole?

HS: (Just looks at Frank momentarily) That would be too easy. Up next we have Quade De Sade! A man that has been acting very strange as of late, facing the newcomer Surge.

Quade De Sade -vs- Surge

“Breathe In, Breathe Out” by Ali plays and Surge makes his entrance on the ramp. The fans give a negative reaction booing him. He crotch chops at the audience and walks angrily to the ring. He slides in and climbs to the top turnbuckle yelling at a fan in the first row. The fans boo louder.

“Sadness” by Enigma (Industrial remix) plays and the fans have a mixed reaction to Quade De Sade’s music. Surge already in ring is stalking the ropes. But the music keeps playing and the dissatisfaction of the fans finds a voice as a tide of hissing, boos, and jeers at an absent Quade deSade. The noise level grows and grows. Finally the music is halted and the official enters the ring about to make a announcement, when a voice resounds from the video wall.

Quade: “Happy Pay Per View Surge!! I hope you have the character to receive my gift graciously Surge.”

Surge gestures angrily toward the screen.

”No!? Well Surge, dear Surge think for a moment; how many times have I proclaimed 'how generous I am.' Or 'I am a man of my own destiny' and decried the influence of 'The AWA Elite!'”

Quad lets the 'pause for effect' loosen upon the unsuspecting mob. And surprisingly a few grouping of fans among the catcallers begin to cheer in support of Quade's statement. Surges’ face is a mask of rage and confusion. His thoughts are obvious 'What the hell is deSade up to and why are people agreeing with him?'

Quade: “Oh dear Surge. You look so lost. But that is to be expected from a man who was about to loose everything. You are a man who could not survive the ebbs and tides of his own fortunes. A man whose abilities could not stand against the relentless onslaught brought on by his own failings. In a nutshell Surge, you couldn't take it. However, in this moment, this eleventh hour I have pulled you from the fire and handed you the one thing that I have so much of in this world. What is my gift, Surge? Well, here, why don't we find out Surge.”

Quade reaches into the now infamous filthy long coat to produce the brilliantly colored box. Quade gently lays it on a table and the camera closes in on his finger manipulating the tiny bowed ribbon. Finally, the paper is pulled aside with what seems to be infinite care and the flaps of the diminutive box are pulled aside. The frame closes in as the tiny object is pulled free, and held between Quade's thumb and forefinger is a small hourglass. The sand within is black and running.

Quade; “Time Surge. There is enough time for one last effort on your part. One last chance and Quade deSade gave it to you Surge. Remember that, and remember all the rewards, all the success and all those moments to come for you. Surge, all because of me and because I did not get in that ring with you, and did not end what may yet be 'The brilliant career of Surge.' You owe me now Surge! Am I not a generous man!?”

Whatever Surge's thoughts or feelings are on Quade deSade's actions he does not linger to voice them. Even as he storms up the ramp, Surge is pronounced the winner by default and his music hails his triumph.

FJ: What is going on with this crazy man? De Sade has finally lost the last bit of sense he had left in his feeble mind.

HS: He may be crazy, but is he crazy like a fox?

Both men fall silent and think about what DeSade is doing one more time.

FJ: Well, he wasted a good spot on the PPV card. Let’s move to what promises to be a great test for the newly arrived 2 of Amerikaz Most Wanted.

HS: I can’t wait to see these guys. There was a lot of hubbub about their signing and coming to the AWA. Now let’s see if it was worth it.

#1 Contender Tag Title Match Mutiny -vs- 2 Of Amerikaz Most Wanted

‘Jet Black New Year’ by Thursday plays and the crowd cheers mostly as Alex Daze and Sentinel, collectively Mutiny, walk down to the ring. Alex looks a little more spastic than usual, jerking his head this way and that. Sentinel just shakes his head at his partner as they enter the ring.

FJ: What the hell is that guy doing in the AWA? He should be in an asylum or something like that. Maybe in the dumpster with his parents.

HS: You’re a stain.

FJ: What this guy is completely wacko. He could snap at any moment. He might do something stupid and hurt great talent like C-Money and G-Sex.

HS: Riiiight. Great talent. Sure. Just a bunch of street thugs thinking they’re better than everyone.

FJ: Well, they are.

2 Pac’s ‘Ambitionz Az A Rydah’ hits the air and C-Money and G-Sex strut out to the beat of the music. The crowd boos them heavily but neither man seems to notice or care. As they enter the ring and set up for the match, C-Money points at Alex Daze, who is crouched in the corner, awaiting the bell. C says something to G, who laughs, looking at Alex. Sentinel tries to say something to his partner, but Alex is already charging C & G. Alex headbutts C, who falls off the aprons, bounces off the ropes and clotheslines G.

FJ: See! I told you he’d snap! Security! Security! Get him out of there.

As Frank Johnson calls for security, the bell has rung and Alex Daze has mounted G-Sex and is raining rights and lefts down on him. Alex puts a chokehold on G. The ref counts to four and Alex breaks off. Alex picks G up and hits a belly to belly suplex. Alex with a short arm clothesline, taking G down again. Alex tags in Sentinel. Sentinel picks G up for a reverse sidewalk slam and Alex grabs G’s head with for a DDT and they both slam G to the ground.

HS: Mutiny has certainly been taking control of this match.

FJ: Those morons.

As G is getting up, Sentinel takes him down with a running dropkick to the face. Sentinel picks G up and plants him with a DDT. He keeps the headlock on and picks G up, planting him with a brainbuster! G is flat on his back, out cold. Sentinel ascends to the top rope and taps his elbow. Sentinel takes to the air! G rolls out of the way, just in time as Sentinel lands elbow first into the mat!

FJ: You see! Sentinel was stupid enough to take to the air.

HS: Great ring presence by G-Sex.

G keeps rolling and tags in C-Money. Sentinel gets up slowly and is met with a spinning heel kick. Sentinel gets up and takes a swing at C. C ducks and locks his arms around Sentinel. German suplex! A second German suplex from C-Money! C picks Sentinel up again with the rear waistlock and switches to a side Russian legsweep. C grabs Sentinel’s legs and slingshots him into the America’s Most Wanted corner, Sentinel’s head bouncing off the turnbuckle. C tags in G. G goes to work on Sentinel’s back. G turns him around and puts Sentinel on the top rope. Superplex by G-Sex! G rolls quickly into the pin. Alex Daze breaks up the count with a kick to G’s head. G shakes off the hit and picks Sentinel. Sentinel reverses the Irish whip, but telegraphs the back body drop, getting a swinging neckbreaker for his troubles. G goes for the pin, but only gets a two. G with shots to Sentinel’s head. G whips Sentinel towards the corner. Sentinel springboards off the second turnbuckle and hits G with a flying clothesline! He lands on G, but instead of going for the pin, softens him up with hard shots to the head. Diving reverse DDT to G-Sex! Sentinel to the top rope. The diving headbutt connects! Sentinel crawls into the pin. C-Money breaks up the count at two. Alex Daze explodes out of the corner, hitting a running flying headbutt to C-Money, sending both men through the ropes to the outside.

Both men in the ring are back up and trading punches. Sentinel ducks a punch and takes G-Sex down with a rolling wheel kick. G-Sex is back up, but being backed into the corner with punches from Sentinel. G-Sex reverses the Irish whip with all his strength. Sentinel clutches his back as he staggers forward, G talking trash, ready for the G-Spot. But G doesn’t see Alex Daze slide into the ring behind him. Alex Daze is shaking uncontrollably.

FJ: Look out behi-!

HS: Schizophrenia! Alex Daze hit G-Sex with Schizophrenia as Sentinel came in with a clothesline! G-Sex got turned inside out!

Sentinel works his way over to Alex and tags him in. Alex bulldogs G-Sex as he’s getting up. G-Sex reverses the Irish whip, but Alex comes back with a dropkick to the knee followed by a dropkick to the face! Alex Daze picks G-Sex up in a rear waistlock, but G, blocks the German suplex. Elbow to Daze’s midsection. G with an impromptu Samoan drop. G-Sex rolls over to his corner and tags in C-Money.

C-Money on the top rope. Alex Daze gets to his feet only to get speared from the top rope by C! C picks Alex up and hits a perfect fisherman suplex. … 1 … 2. Alex gets a shoulder up. C-Money argues with the ref. Alex Daze from behind with the roll up! … 1 … 2- C gets the shoulder up. Alex Daze gets up but goes back down as C-Money clotheslines him with a vengeance. C talks trash down at Alex Daze and laughs at him. Alex Daze with a legsweep! He locks in a half boston crab! A look of pain takes over C’s face. The referee asks him is he quits but C shakes him off. He struggling his way to his corner. He’s almost there. C-Money makes the tag to G-Sex! G-Sex with a clothesline to the back of Alex’s head. G-Sex tosses Alex into the ropes and catches him with a powerslam on the way back. Alex’s head meets mat after an inverted DDT by G-Sex. G-Sex goes for the pin. … 1 … 2 Sentinel breaks up the pin. The referee tells Sentinel to get out of the ring.

HS: What’s C-Money doing with that chair?

FJ: He’s on the top rope!

HS: OH MY GOD!!!! High Roller onto Alex Daze with the STEEL CHAIR!!!!! Alex Daze must be broken in half.

FJ: That move must have taken out half of Alex Daze’s personalities!

C-Money rolls out of the ring, clutching his chest and the chair. Sentinel is in a rage. He pushes the referee away and climbs the top rope. G-Sex gets up, but Sentinel comes off the top rope with a Nightkick! G-Sex is out cold! Sentinel gets into his corner and starts calling for Alex. C-Money is in his corner, calling for the tag. Alex Daze suddenly sits up, but he looks like he doesn’t know where he is. He gets to his feet and runs to the corner. The wrong corner. Sentinel calls for him again. Alex runs to the opposite corner. Also the wrong one. Sentinel smites his forehead and calls out to him one more time. G-Sex gets the tag to C-Money. Alex Daze starts to make it to the right corner. C comes from behind and chop blocks Alex from behind.

HS: I can’t believe the beating Alex is taking.

C-Money tries to whip Alex Daze off the ropes, but Alex reverses it and hits C on the way back with a spinning, jumping calf kick! Alex chokes C for a moment and then starts gnawing on C’s ear! C screams with pain as he hammers Alex’s head, trying to get him to releases his grip. Alex finally does, standing up, looking a little dazed from the shots to the head. Alex falls, hitting C with an impromptu headbutt to the groin. C’s in a world of pain! Sentinel is on the top tope! He moonsaults off, hitting C with an elbow to the neck! The Shapeshifter! C stops moving and is out! The ref tells Sentinel to get out of the ring. G-Sex takes the opportunity to PLANT Alex with the Sex Drive behind the ref’s back! G pulls C on top of Alex and clotheslines Sentinel to the outside. The ref sees the pin and makes the count …1 …2 …3!

HS: 2 of America’s Most Wanted steal one from Mutiny!

FJ: Oh, that’s cute, Herb. Real cute.

The scene opens up to show a masked wrestler walking the corridors of the venues backstage area. He is in street clothes; jeans and sweatshirt, which is covered by a tabbard style poncho. The poncho is pure white with a bold scarlet capital 'T' like some Knights of old. The mask is itself a styled like a knights helmet and over his shoulder is slung a half full military surplus kit bag. Beside him is a man in an expensive suit and a fifty-dollar haircut. He is talking with the masked man as they walk.

Just as they turn a corner, Surge balls right through the pair shoving the masked man and his companion into the walls. It is obvious that Surge is still upset about what happened earlier in the show. By instinct, the man with the red T on his shirt grabs hold of Surge's arm stopping him dead in his tracks.

The suited man speaks while brushing himself down. "I think my friend here is trying to let you now that a simple 'excuse me' would have been enough. But perhaps an apology would be better?'

Surge doesn't look like he is interested in apologizing and in an instant the masked rams him into the wall. He presses him against the corridor wall hard enough to press the point. The suit sighs, Surge pushes back and both men topple over a table set up to hold drinks for those backstage. Rising to his feet, Surge lays in an angry set of forearm smashes on the stranger. Then Surge finds himself being lifted and carried backwards by a Spear. It drives him into a set of stacked pallets. The impact knocks them over. Surge and the Masked Man again find themselves sprawled over the backstage floor.

As Surge gains his footing, the masked man takes them away again with a Leg Sweep. The stranger sees an opportunity add moves by quickly locking Surge into a Scissor-Sleeper Hold. Surge rages against the hold but it only tires him out as his assailant continuously tightens the hold until Surge is no longer moving.

The camera pulls back as the masked man gets up. Into the picture comes Whisper, who looks on with a sense of being entertained. The masked man sees this and steps into Whispers face.

"I know you....... Whisper? You think this was fun, eh?"

The mask leans down and pulls the unconscious Surge up by his hair before letting it drop.

"It wasn't fun, it was necessary. Surge is a waste and so are you! I don't like you. Whisper? It's a coward’s name! He is a whispered word that is like a skulking coward. A whisper is tool of lies, secrets and deceit; all of these are you Whisper. You are a lie, a secret, and deceitful and I don't like either. You think Surge was a spur of the moment thing?" The mask leans further into Whisper’s face and the camera closes in.

"You are wrong Whisper. I knew you'd be here and Surge provided me with an opportunity to introduce myself; Christopher Temple, and Whisper we will meet again ..... coward."

Whisper uncorks a right hand on Christopher. Christopher takes the blow and steps back smiling as he walks away to catch up with his friend. He leaves Whisper to consider the encounter. And the camera focuses on the fallen Surge lying amongst the debris. Whisper shakes off the encounter and continues his search for DeSade.

FJ: Who is this Christopher? First we have some big guy out in the audience and now this Christopher in back attacking AWA talent.

HS: That is exactly why I am here, Frank. I am the man in the know. You just saw a man that was signed just yesterday to the AWA.

FJ: So, in one day, this guy has made two enemies?

HS: You got that right? Whisper is surely in the back trying to find DeSade, since he couldn’t find him the last show. I wouldn’t want to be in DeSade’s shoes when Whisper does find him.

FJ: Well, I don’t care about DeSade. It is obvious he is a waste of time. I want to see Whisper knock that Christopher down a peg or two. Who does this guy think he is?

HS: Let’s go to the ring as we have Adam Bawm, one third of the Enforcers, participating in what boils down to a handicap match against Doc Ozz and Phoenix.

FJ: Adam Bawm is a breed above the rest and is a smart man. He has quickly aligned himself with the President of the company.

HS: He is an overconfident Jackass! Just like the ..

FJ: Don’t say it! You will be standing in line at the soup kitchen.

HS: Let’s get to the match. Phoenix has been plagued by the dirty play of others. He should be competing in the Hardcore Championship match tonight. But Santini insured that it wouldn’t happen.

(A replay of Santini spraying mace in the eyes of Phoenix)

HS: Pure cowardice from the Vacamas camp.

FJ: Whatever! Vacamas is in the match.

(“Time Bomb” by Godsmack hits the PA system as Adam Bawm walks down to the ring. The fans boo, and he doesn’t care, walking around the ring not caring)

HS: Howdy, folks, this is our #1 contender match for the Television title!

(“Long way down” by The Goo Goo Dolls hits and the fans start cheering, as they see phoenix run down to the ring. Phoenix just stares down Adam, then “Crazy Train” by Ozzy Osborne hits)

FJ: Here he comes!

(Doc Ozz runs down to the ring and him and Phoenix come together. Phoenix looks at Adam Bawm and smiles, then looks at Doc Ozz. Doc Ozz smiles also, and Adam prepares for a double team assault. Instead, Phoenix and Doc Ozz raise their fists to each other and play Rock, Paper, Scissors. Doc throws Rock; Phoenix throws Paper. Doc shakes his head and gestures for Phoenix to go ahead as he exits the ring. The bell rings and the match starts. Phoenix starts quickly with a series of right hands before catching a reeling Adam with a sidekick.)

FJ: I can’t believe those two sad sacks! They had a handicap match and let it go. I can’t stand do gooders!

Phoenix with an Irish whip to the ropes, then phoenix catches him with a huge clothesline. As soon as Adam gets up, Phoenix grabs him Irish whipping him into the ropes and connects again with a huge clothesline)

FJ: Oh man, what a move! Get up Adam!

(Adam gets up, but Phoenix just keep on pounding on him. He pulls him up and throws him into the corner of the ring. He steps back and starts running toward him. Phoenix goes airborne with a corner splash, as the fans react with the impact. The fans go nuts!)

HS: Oh man, this guys are making the fans go crazy! Phoenix is giving Bawm what he deserves!

(Phoenix picks up Adam and tucks him under his legs, and delivers a piledriver. Phoenix goes up to the top rope for a leg drop!)

HS: Oh man, what a beautiful piece ring work!

FJ: Shut up

(Bawm manages to roll out of the way and Phoenix lands hard on his bottom.)

FJ: Ha! So much for the ring work!

(Adam rolls out of the ring while Phoenix rubs his tailbone trying to recover. The fans point up to the sky and are trying to tell Phoenix something. But when Phoenix climbs to his feet to look, he gets nothing but a missile dropkick off of the top rope!)

FJ: Missile dropkick! Nice move! Pin him!

(Adam rolls on top of Phoenix for the pin. 1....2... Phoenix kicks out!)

HS: Oh man, that was close!

(Phoenix climbs to his feet and is caught by a clothesline from hell. Adam taunts the crowd)

HS: Oh man listen to those fans go nuts! They hate this guy!

(Bawm taunting the fans as Phoenix hops up, and superkicks the back of Bawm’s head! Phoenix delivers the crushing blow, and goes for the pin. 1..2 kickout!)

FJ: What a shot!

(The 2 lock up and Adam gets phoenix in a wristlock, then takes his leg down, holding him in a half Boston crab!)

FJ: Look at that hold! Will he tap? Oh man! Look at his face a mask of agonizing pain!

(After Adam has the hold in for about 25 seconds, he looks to his left and right to see if Ozz is anywhere. The camera’s in back show Ozz being detained by KO Kid and his small hand picked members of AWA Security. Failing to see Ozz, Adam doubles the pressure. When the referee checks Phoenix, Adam grabs the ropes to add leverage. The fans boo loudly and soon the referee catches on to what is going on. He forces the break as Phoenix has suffered more damage to his lower back since the botched leg drop. Adam goes for the cover.. 1.....2... kick out!)

HS: Adam nearly had him after his use of the ropes!

Adam climbs to his feet and fusses with the referee about what he thought was a slow count. Phoenix finds a burst of energy and springs to his feet. Adam wheels a little late and is caught by a turnaround superkick. Adam crashes hard to the mat near the ropes.

HS: Oh, is this Phoenix signaling for the Immolator? It is!

(Phoenix gets Adam up on his shoulders, but he is still weaken because of the half boston crab, and he falls down under the pressure. Adam gets up and tries to take advantage of the situation. He pulls Phoenix up and whips him to the ropes. He connects with a running inverted atomic drop. Phoenix springs up falling to the mat. Adam applies the half boston crab again.)

HS: Will he tap???

FJ: I hope so.

(Adam once again uses the ropes. Phoenix tries to get free from the hold. Adam is releases the hold. Phoenix is pulled up and a meltdown by Adam! He drapes his legs over the second rope to add weight. He holds his tights AND with both of his feet on the second rope! 1.....2.....3!!)

FJ: We have ourselves a winner!

(Ozz is finally released from the rule of the KO Kid and his security team. He storms to the ring checking on Phoenix as he clutches his back in the ring. Ozz angrily points at Adam Bawm who has slid out of the ring and is back peddling up the aisle taunting Phoenix.)

HS: What an ending! Phoenix is cheated out of another one!

FJ: I knew he’d win.

HS: You and him are despicable!

Javex vs Mr. Dynasty vs Trent Oratoni

FJ: And now it’s time for the number one contender’s match for the Cruiserweight title.

HS: I can’t wait for this one. We have three great competitors ready to get in on for a shot at Mickey Showery’s pride and joy.

FJ: His derby? I think Misery has first dibs on that.

HS: No, the Cruiserweight Title.

‘Stone of Sorrow’ by Nile plays as Trent Oratoni accompanied by his manager and tag team partner Kohei Takaiwa. The crowd boos as the two make their way to the ring.

‘Bring Me to Life’ by Evanescence hits the air and Mr. Dynasty Dave Johns walks onto the entrance ramp to a loud round of boos.

HS: What a strange, strange man.

FJ: What do you mean? He’s a legend. He’s a dynasty. He’s-

HS: Stuck up and obnoxious.

FJ: No, he’s just surrounded by rude and stupid people like you. He also has the advantage of being the largest of the competitors in this match.

HS: I can’t argue with that. But both Javex and Trent have more experience in the ring.

‘B.O.B.’ by Outkast kicks up as the crowd erupts into a split of cheers and boos.

FJ: Let’s give it up for Javex Valerius, newest member of President Gray’s Enforcers.

HS: I don’t know why Javex would turn on the fans like that, but I have to admit, he’s be traveling a bumpy trail, with all his appearances. I must admit, though, he looks a lot more focused than he has before.

FJ: That’s because he’s not listening to these stupid fans anymore.

Johns, Javex, and Trent are all in the ring as the bell sounds. They look from one to another, waiting for someone to make the first move. Trent and Johns nod at each other and suddenly charge Javex. But Javex was ready for them, with a double dropkick to both men’s heads. Johns gets up and is met with a running headscissors by Javex. Javex gives Trent one too. Flying reverse elbow to Johns. Springboard clothesline to Trent.

HS: Javex is on fire!

FJ: Well, he is the Deity of the Dragons.

Javex goes for a running clothesline on Johns, but Johns sidesteps him and locks in a sleeper. Trent gets up and rains blows onto Javex’s midsection. Trent steps back and drills forward for a yakuza kick on Javex. Javex breaks the hold and ducks. Trent’s yakuza kick connects to Mr. Dynasty’s jaw, sending Johns through the middle ropes. Javex runs in but Trent connects with a kick to the gut and a beautiful Chimeraplex. As Javex is getting up, Trent comes in with a beautiful shining wizard kick to the back of the head. Trent hits a Russian legsweep on Javex and locks in an armbar. Javex grits his teeth in pain. Mr. Dynasty is on the top rope! Frog Splash onto both men in the ring! The ref makes a count as Johns in on both men. … 1 … 2 Trent and Javex simultaneously toss Dave Johns off them. The Dynasty gets back to his feet and hits both men with a double clothesline. He picks Javex up by the hair and tosses him out of the ring onto Kohei Takaiwa on the outside. Trent hits a dropkick to the back of Johns’ head, sending him over the ropes onto Javex and Kohei. Trent bounces off the opposite ropes and hits a suicide plancha onto the pile of human wreckage. Trent reaches down and throws Johns into the ring.

HS: This match is already taking it’s toll on the participants.

FJ: If only they didn’t do such crazy stuff. It’s their own fault.

HS: It’s part of the tradition that these cruiserweights cling to. It’s the big moves that finish the matches with style.

FJ: Or turn them into a greasy stain on the mat.

HS: You’re so negative.

Trent and Johns trade punches in the ring. Johns kicks Trent in the gut and delivers a beautiful DDT. Johns locks in a camel clutch, wrenching back on Trent. The referee is asking if Trent taps. Trent screams but says no. Mr. Dynasty pulls back even more, making Trent scream harder, but he refuses to give up. Javex is back in the ring. He bounces off the ropes and hits Trent with a dropkick straight to the face. He tries to run in on Mr. Dynasty, but Johns is ready for him and hits a powerslam. He hooks the leg but only gets a two count. Johns piledrives Javex and throws him out of the ring. He walks over to Trent, but Trent catches him with a drop toe hold and latches on with a leg grapevine. Johns is in a lot of pain. Mr. Dynasty is crawling for the ropes. He’s almost there. Johns has the ropes. Trent breaks the hold and begins to stomp at his injured right leg. Trent picks him up and delivers a knee breaker followed by a dragon screw and rolls him into a half crab.

HS: Trent Oratoni is working over Dave Johns’ right leg.

FJ: I don’t know how smart of a move that is.

HS: What do you mean?

FJ: Well, if he takes out his leg, how can he kill himself with another suicidal move?

Johns can’t seem to get past the pain in his leg to get to the ropes. He looks like he’s going to tap. Javex is suddenly on the top rope and nearly decapitates Oratoni with a flying guillotine kick! Javex goes for the pin on the still down Johns. … 1 … 2 … kick out by Johns! Trent is back up, but Javex dropkicks him into the ropes and kips back up, nailing Trent with a clothesline on his way back. Trent gets to one knee, but Javex bounces off the ropes and comes back with a running neckbreaker, taking him back down. Javex hits the recovering Dynasty with a snap suplex onto Trent and gets to the top rope. Senton bomb onto both of his opponents! Javex covers Trent. … 1 … 2 … Kohei pulls Javex off of Trent! The referee sees Kohei and tells him to leave ringside. Javex leapfrogs over the referee, bouncing off the top rope, and obliterates Kohei with the Heart of the Dragon!

HS: Good lord! What a move Javex just pulled off on Kohei.

FJ: Yeah, nice going dummy. He hurt himself with that crazy stunt.

Mr. Dynasty and Trent both slowly get to their feet. Trent tries for a kick, but Johns catches his leg and shakes his finger at him with a smile on his face. Trent wipes that smile off his face with an enziguri. Trent locks in a reverse dragon clutch, cutting off Johns’ oxygen. Trent forces him to the mat until Johns looks to be out cold. The referee raises his arm once and it falls limply to the mat. A second time with the same result. On the third time, Johns’ arm shoots up. He begins to battle upward, using his size to his advantage. Trent sees he’s losing the battle and shifts his grip on Mr. Dynasty, driving his head into the mat with a double arm DDT. Trent goes for the pin, but only nets a two. Trent shakes his head and picks Johns up. Johns with a rake of the eye and a neckbreaker. He raises his hands triumphantly only to receive a missle dropkick from the recovered Javex.

HS: Javex is not giving up in this match, folks.

FJ: Herb, none of these men are giving up. With the prize in sight, they’re going to sacrifice everything to get a shot at the belt. Morons.

Mr. Dynasty gets to his feet as Javex rains blows down on him. Javex hits an overhead neckbreaker on Johns. He waits on the top rope for the Dynasty to get back up and hits him with a tornado DDT. Trent is back up. He goes for a kick, but Javex blocks it and throws him with a capture suplex. Javex covers Trent but only gets a two count. Javex picks Trent up and goes to punch him, but Trent ducks the punch and hits him with the Chaos Theory! Trent is slow to get to the pin. … 1 … 2 … Johns breaks up the count with a double ax handle.

FJ: Trent Oratoni almost had it!

Trent gets to his feet slowly, but is met with a running forearm. He gets back up. A second forearm. Trent runs at Johns, but Mr. Dynasty dodges and hits a reverse DDT. He goes for the pin. … 1 … 2 Trent kicks out! Johns can’t believe it. He tosses Trent into the corner and sets him up for a superplex. Both men are on the top rope. Trent fights back with several blows to the ribs. He hooks Johns’ arms behind his back. Tiger Driver from the top rope! Trent sinks to the ground. All three men are down. The referee starts to use the ten count.

… 1 … 2 … 3 … 4 … 5 … 6 … 7 … 8 … Javex kippups! Trent is on his feet. The two trade punches. Javex starts to get the better of Trent. He tries to whip him into the corner, but Trent reverses the whip. Javex runs up the turnbuckle and hits a no look moonsault body block onto Trent. Cover! … 1 … 2 Trent just gets a shoulder up!

Javex goes to pick Trent up, but Trent counters with blows to the midsection. Trent starts softening him up with a series of kicks. German suplex on Javex. A second German! Trent shifts his grip and hits a dragon suplex, bridging it for the pin. … 1 … 2 … Javex somehow gets a shoulder up! Trent can’t believe it. He mounts Javex and hammers him with blow after blow to the skull. Suddenly, Javex spits poison mist into Trent’s eyes! Trent backs up, his face green with the mist, and claws at his eyes. Dave Johns hits the Dynasty on Trent! Javex is still on dream street. Mr. Dynasty climbs to the top rope.

HS: Mr. Dynasty wants to end this one with the Reign of Destruction!

But in a flash, Javex is on his feet and connects with a Gloria Por Dolor on Johns as he’s flying through the air!

HS: What a move by Javex Valerius! He nearly took Dave Johns’ head off with that move!

FJ: You see what I mean! Those stupid suicidal moves do you in everytime!

HS: Shut up. Javex has fallen into the cover. One … two … THREE! Javex wins it! What a hard fought match on all three competitors’ part.

FJ: Javex certainly proved that he was the smartest out of the entire bunch. Why else would President Gray have picked him to be his Enforcer?

HS: I don’t agree with Javex’s recent turn, but one thing is for sure. He will get what he wants and that’s a one on one match with the Cruiserweight champion, Mickey Showery.

FJ: It’s about time the Enforcer’s struck gold.

HS: They might strike it early as KO Kid fights “The Real Thing” LJ Vacamas and the Hardcore champion Nightmist in a boiler room brawl later on tonight. That’s sure to be a vicious match.

Dave 'The Rave' Santini and 'The Real Thing' LJ Vacamas are walking towards the boiler room, the large form of Doc Ozz steps in front of them. He holds up his hands in a placating manner.

"Hold on, guys. I'm here to congratulate the both of you and wish LJ luck in his match for the Hardcore title."

Doc doffs his hat and grabs the glass that's balance up there and pulls a bottle of sherry from his trenchcoat. He pours sherry into the glass and replaces the bottle in his trenchcoat.

"A toast. To a cure for us Real Thing Wannabes and to the greatest Hardcore champion there is out there."

Doc raises his glass in a toast and promptly tosses it in Santini's face, blinding him for a moment. Vacamas goes to stop him when Phoenix comes from behind him and cracks his ironwood cane over Vacamas's head. Doc administers beautiful haymaker to Santini's jaw, knocking him to the ground, where Doc promptly begins to put the boots to him. Phoenix smashes Vacamas's head into the wall and executes the Immolator onto the ground. Then he picks him up again and hits a double-arm sit-out piledriver. Doc crouches over the dazed Santini and smiles at him.

"Now say 'Ahhhhhh.'"

Doc Ozz In-Doc-Trinates Santini and lifts him up into the air, Heavily Medicating him. Santini screams in pain as his jaw holds almost all his weight. Doc holds him in the air for a moment before letting him fall to the floor in a heap. Phoenix looks at Doc.

"Hey Doc. You feel like a Real Thing Wannabe now?"

"Nope. You?"

"Nope. Guess were cured."

"Told ya. I doubt we ever had it. Let's get going."

AWA security are charging down the hall toward the scene and Phoenix and Doc Ozz run off.

Herb-Are you ready for this Frank?

Frank-Not really.

Herb-Oh shut up.

Frank-Fine. Up next NPD will square off against Notorious for the tag team championship.

Herb-Now let’s cut Frank off and get started.

“We Ready” By Archie plays and the NPD comes down the ramp. The fans give them a huge booing reaction from there latest trash talking. NPD slide into the ring and Tim stands in the middle of the ring as Rawstarr stays on the outside.

“Dro In Tha Wind” By Trick Daddy plays over the P.A system and Notorious both emerge out of the curtain. Both men are proudly showcasing there titles around there waists. Poppa waits outside of the ring as F-bomb is talking to Tiffany. F-bomb kisses her as she waits on the outside of the ring. Poppa and F-bomb both slide in the ring, titles still on. F-bomb and Poppa both rush Tim with haymakers that send him over the top rope. Rawstarr jumps in and catches F-bomb with a spear and knocks him through the middle rope as the bell sounds.

Herb-Ahh the cheating fills the air.

Frank-Yeah did you fart?

Poppa ambushes Rawstarr from behind with forearms and kicks. Rawstarr is powered down into the turnbuckle but Poppa continues the assault with hard stomps to the back. Rawstarr is down on his knees and Poppa drops an elbow across the back of his neck. Poppa picks up Rawstarr by the hair. Poppa jerks up and Rawstarr screams in pain. Poppa takes Rawstarr by the hair and hurls him across the ring and into the opposite turnbuckle. F-bomb is in that corner. Poppa stomps his foot on the ground and then charges forward flying through the air with a huge splash into Rawstarr. Rawstarr gets squished against the turnbuckle and he lifelessly lies there. F-bomb kicks Rawstarr from behind in the knee. Rawstarr goes to kneeling on one knee. F-bomb jumps down to the apron floor and he grabs Rawstarr’s ankle so he trips and falls to the mat. F-bomb grabs him by the foot and drives his knee against the steel post! Rawstarr holds his knee as Poppa kicks him in the back of the head. Poppa tags in F-bomb and exits the ring through the middle rope. F-bomb picks up Rawstarr but is caught with an elbow to the ribs. Rawstarr hits another one and F-bomb throws a wild clothesline. Rawstarr ducks and hits a neckbreaker on him. F-bomb jumps up only to be caught by a dropkick to the sternum that throws F-bomb to the ground. Rawstarr collapses on the ground with a lifeless look in his eyes. Rawstarr crawls and manages to tag in Tim “The Giant”.

FJ: Rawstarr just made it out of there in time!

Tim runs in and drags F-bomb to the feet by his ears! Tim disrespectable slaps F-bomb in the face and then hits a suplex. F-bomb bounces on the mat and Tim sits right up with a satisfied look in his eyes. F-bomb climbs to his feet and attempts to hit Tim but misses by far. Tim hits a wild right hand to the face that sends F-bomb recoiling back. F-bomb comes back to be caught by a huge overhead belly to belly suplex that sends him flying into the ropes. F-bomb has his legs caught between the middle and top rope. Tim hits F-bomb in the throat with several stomps. Poppa jumps down from the apron and grabs a hold of F-bomb’s ankles and saves him by pulling him out. Tim looks very angry as he kicks the mat in frustration. Poppa slaps F-bomb’s hand and then slides in the ring. Poppa stops in front of Tim and the two giants are chest to chest. Tim pushes Poppa back but he returns it! Tim quickly knee’s Poppa in the gut and starts to take control of the match. Poppa doubles over in pain and Tim has him by the back of the head. Tim charges into the turnbuckle and beats Poppa head first into it. Poppa lays over the top turnbuckle with his back facing Tim. Tim rakes him down the back and Poppa drops to his knee’s still facing away from Tim. Tim goes to pick him up but is hit with a low blow! Tim’s size hides the cheating maneuver and Poppa gets to his feet. Poppa lifts Tim’s head up and starts to deliver blow...after blow. Poppa let’s go of Tim’s head and picks him up by the arm. Tim comes up easily and Poppa switches him into a full nelson lock.

Herb-Poppa is really wearing down Tim with these submissions.

Frank-Oh now, I can assure you that Notorious are keeping their “bling-bling”.

Herb- Please stop sounding like an ass! You are about as hip as Elevator Music!

Poppa goes to one knee and pushes down with all his might. Poppa goes back to a standing position with Tim still in that same lock. Poppa capitalizes with a full nelson slam! Poppa throws Tim against the ropes and Tim blind tags Rawstarr. Poppa closelines Tim down to the mat and he grins. Rawstarr climbs to the top rope and waits up there ready to strike. Poppa turns around and is hit in the chest with a missile dropkick! Poppa lays flat on his back as Rawstarr climbs to his feet. Rawstarr runs against the ropes and comes back with a senton splash! Rawstarr drags Poppa towards the middle of the ring and lets him lie limply. Rawstarr climbs up onto Poppa and stands on him like he is a surfboard! Rawstarr jumps up and then comes down crushing the ribs of Poppa and knocking all the wind out of him. Rawstarr jumps up again and again comes crashing down on his feet. Rawstarr jumps on his chest once more and then gets off.

Frank-Illegal! He could have broken Poppa’s ribs!

Herb-So Notorious can cheat and NPD can’t?

Frank-Right.

Rawstarr tauntingly gets ready to pin him but is cut short as Tiffany grabs the ref and kicks him in the gut and brings him down with a sloppy DDT. Tiffany sneaks to the outside of the ring and she grabs a chair. She gives the chair to F-bomb as he gets in the ring. F-bomb clobbers Rawstarr over the head with the chair and the runs to Tim taking him out with a wild chair shot. F-bomb puts the chair on top of Rawstarr’s chest and then raises his arms in the air. F-bomb climbs to the top turnbuckle and then flies off with a soaring eagle!!! F-bomb collapses on top of the chair as Tiffany grabs the chair throws it out of the ring and puts Poppa on top of Rawstarr. The referee wakes up. 1...2...3! Notorious retain the titles! Poppa and F-bomb grab thier titles as F-bomb kisses Tiffany and they proceed up the ramp. Tiffany waves and tosses something toward the ring.

Frank-Yes! Notorious retain the titles!

Herb- What did she just toss toward the ring?

The angry members of the NPD are inside the ring. Tim is helping Rawstarr to his feet. They exit the ring and stop to pick up the item.

Herb- It’s a purse?

Rawstarr rages and starts to run after Notorious but Tim restrains it.

Frank- Don’t you see it, Herb. It must be Mrs. Rawness’ purse! Tiffany was the one who laid her out on the last show!! (Laughs)

Herb- Notorious are just low.

Frank- No just damn good!

AWA Television Title Mickey Showery -vs- Misery (C) Derby v Title

Herb: "What a night it has been so far!"

Frank: "Yes, Herb, so far we've seen a title match and many, many more matches."

Herb: "I especially enjoyed the Hardcore Title match."

Frank: "Well, to continue our night of titles, up next Misery puts his AWA Television Title on the line against the capable star, Mickey Showery."

Herb: "Both competitors are very talented and make use of their skills."

Frank: "That Misery, I don't like him."

Herb: "Why not?"

Frank: "I don't like anyone who wears a mask. It reminds me of that movie, Friday the 13th. Really freaks me out."

Herb: "You know, Misery claims he was born on a Friday the 13th. Perhaps that explains his dark persona."

*"Tall Cans In The Air" by Transplants roars through The Palace and out comes "Filthy" Mickey Showery, limping.*

Herb: "What is wrong with Showery?"

Frank: "I heard he hurt himself in his last match with Javex, but I thought it was just a rumor."

Herb: "Well he did miss pre-match warmups."

*Showery, his nose slightly red, limps down the entrance ramp and climbs into the ring. He motions for a microphone and, once receiving one, speaks to the crowd in his strong Boston Irish accent.*

Showey: "Ladies and Gents. As most of you may know, "Filthy" Mickey Show'ry 'as bin hurt 'eer on mah knee. Now, mah trainer tried ta convice me ta forfeit th' match, but ya all kno' I'ma fighter! An' there's not a dahm thing that's gonna stop me from gettan that belt!"

*Showery pauses as the crowd cheers and then goes over to a ring aide and asks for something. The ring aide hands Mickey Showery a 32 ounce Budweiser. Showery holds the beer up to the crowd as to say "Cheers" and chugs it down.*

Frank: "I guess Showery needs a little pain medicine!"

Herb: "I don't know if inebriating himself is going to help him focus on Misery, but the crowd seems to think it will."

*Showery tosses the near empty can into the crowd, spraying the remaining beer all over cheering fans. He stretches against the ropes and waits for his opponent. Creed's, "What's This Life For?" booms over the loud speakers, but Misery doesn't come down the ramp. The music starts again, but still no Misery.*

Herb: "What is going on here?"

Frank: "Misery must be scared! I wouldn't want to face a drunk Showery either!"

*Suddenly, the lights go out to the shock of the fans.*

Herb: "What the Hell!?"

Frank: "Hold me Herb."

*After a few moments the lights come on.*

Frank: "It was a trap! Look!"

Herb: "That damn Misery!"

*What Herb and Frank are referring to is Showery in the ring screaming in pain from the applied half crab and dragon sleeper combination from Misery.*

Herb: "That's the Pointless Struggle!"

Frank: "This is a low move, even for Misery."

Herb: "I don't know how much of that Showey can take, with his injury."

*The referee calls for the bell to open the match, but quickly calls for it to close as Showery, in immense pain, taps out."

Frank: "Damn that Misery!"

Herb: "It was over as soon as it started. I'm not sure whether to call Misery a coward or a genious."

Frank: "I think I know what Showery thinks of him. As well as these fans!"

*Misery releases the hold after a few more moans from Showery. The EMT's rush to Showery's aide as Misery grips his title to his chest. He is handed the derby and he places it on his head slightly cocked to the side. He jests at the crowd and raises his title. However, as he climbs off the ropes and turns around, he meets Adam Bawm. Adam knocks the derby off of his head, before dropping to the mat and rolling out of the ring.

HS: Oh this one is going to happen soon! Bawm sending a message to Misery before he could even leave the ring.!

FJ: I don’t know who to root for when this one is booked.

AWA Hardcore Title KO Kid -vs- "The Real Thing" L. J. Vacamas -vs- Nightmist (C)

Herb: "What an eventful night, folks. This is quickly becoming the greates PPV the AWA has ever seen."

Frank: "Well, it's certainly the best I've commentated on. Finally we can agree on something."

Herb: "I'm sure we can both agree that our next match is going to go down in the AWA history books."

Frank: "Two times in one night, we're on record pace Herb."

*The camera pans back to the Boiler Room where a ref is waiting in the room. Several members of K.O.S. and P.A.H. security are standing at the door. A ring attendent pushes in a laundry cart filled with many weapons of destruction, varying from cookie sheets to a barbed wire bat.

HS - Look at all the AWA Security Team, Frank...They're everywhere.

(Suddenly the AWA-tron flickers and we see a smartly-dressed AWA Commissioner, Dave "The Rave" Santini walking down a corridor backstage with his student, LJ Vacamas. Santini can be seen patting Vacamas on the back, before walking off. However the camera follows him and Santini can be seen pulling a cellphone from his suit jacket pocket)

SANTINI - Is it organized ? I WANT IT DONE NOW !! I WANT EVERY SINGLE MEMBER OF AWA SECURITY IN MY OFFICE...RIGHT NOW !!

(There is a brief pause)

SANTINI - NO HE DOESN'T KNOW...I AM THE COMMISSIONER...SO GET IT DONE NOW. THERE'S GOING TO BE HELL TO PAY IF I FIND IT HASN'T BEEN DONE !!

(The AWA-tron flickers and the shot cuts back to the entrance to the Boiler Room, as we see the members of the AWA Security Team look at each other with a confused expression and after shrugging their shoulders, they begrudgingly make their way backstage)

(The shot cuts to the rampway where we now see the Commissioner, Dave Santini appear and following a sly grin at his actions, he glances towards the camera...)

SANTINI - KO Kid and Adam Bawm, you will soon discover who pulls the strings in the AWA...AND YOU WILL ALSO LEARN WHAT IS MEANT BY RESPECT...IN FACT, SOONER THAN YOU THINK !!

HS - Where's he going, Frank
FJ - I think he's making his way towards the Boiler Room, Herb. He's the Commissioner...He can go where he damn well wants
HS - You heard what Gray said on X-Plosion. He's going to throw a fit

The crowd boos loudly as Santini disappears into the boiler room. "Who We Be" by DMX rumbles through the arena. The lights suddenly go out and after about five seconds flicker on, revealing that Nightmist is in the boiler room. The fans scream loudly.*

Frank: "Listen to them Herb. They love this guy. They cheer someone as sorry as Nightmist when they should be cheering someone like K.O. Kid."

Herb: "Did you ever read the part in our contract against observer biased?"

Frank: "We had contracts?"

Herb: “Santini is in the boiler room with Nightmist!”

*"Real Thing" hits the loud speakers and in walks the "Real Thing" L.J. Vacamas to a substantial pop.

Herb: "I'm just getting this update folks. Apparently, President Gray has ordered that anyone who interferes in this boiler room brawl will be immediately fired!"

Frank: But Santini is already in the boiler room!

Frank: "I bet K.O. Kid had something to do with this. Great strategy by the True Superstar and our wonderful President."

Herb: "Frank, you have something on your face."

Frank: "Huh? What is it?"

Herb: "Mr. Gray's ass."

Frank: "That's PRESIDENT Gray to you Bucko."

*After the security returns to the outside of the Boiler Room, Voodoo by Godsmack booms through the Palace. The arena is showered with conflicting boos and cheers.*

Frank: "Aww, what are you people booing. K.O. Kid is one of the greatest wrestlers to ever grace this company."

Herb: "I'll tell you why they're booing. Because K.O. Kid is a coward and a traitor."

Frank: "How can you say that? He's an opportunist Herb."

*K.O. Kid enters the boiler room, followed by G-8 wearing a hooded cloak.*

Herb: "Is it just me or does G-8 look a bit taller?"

Frank: "It's just you."

Herb: "Something doesn't sit well Frank."

*Suddenly President Gray's image fills the screen to a booing crowd. Standing next to Gray is Javex Valerius and... G-8?*

President Gray: "As President of this company, I hereby decree that the writ of the boiler room ban has been officially lifted." *

*President Gray and the other two laugh maniacally as the scene cuts back over to the boiler room. The phony G-8 lifts his hood revealing the Nuclear Nautilus, Adam Bawm. A member of K.O.S. security decks the referee from behind and they all rush out of the door, except for Adam Bawm.*

Herb: "I knew I smelled a rat! This was just one big set up!"

Frank: "Well, President Gray said he would take out EE one-by-one if he had to. He's such a genius."

*Bawm and Vacamas stare each other down, toe to toe, but do not fight. K.O. Kid and Nightmist have already begun trading punches, with the more experienced Nightmist gaining the upper-hand.*

Frank: "I don't like this Nightmist. He can't make up his mind about anything. Why, just last week he was an injured Bull Majors. Reminds me of my girlfriend."

Herb: "I seriously doubt you have a girlfriend Frank."

Frank: "Sure I do. Her name is... Rosy. Rosy Palms."

Herb: "Figures."

Frank: "Oh, look at Kid battle it out with Nightmist. Get him Kid. Get him!"

*K.O. Kid and Nightmist continue to trade huge licks. Finally, Nightmist clotheslines Kid to the ground and goes for the laundry cart. Bawm and Vacamas are still sizing each other up, never trading more than a few blows. Nightmist grabs a broom stick from the cart and nails a down Kid in the head. He goes for the quick pin, but Bawm and Vacamas both notice and kick him in the head. Vacamas kicks a down Nightmist with a few more boots as K.O. Kid gets up. Vacamas is now standing in front of both Bawm and Kid.*

Frank: "Looks like trouble for Vacamas! Get him Kid!"

Herb: "Well, Vacamas isn't backing down one bit is he?"

*The three size each other up some more as Nightmist stumbles to his feet. Suddenly, all three turn towards Nightmist and charge him. Nightmist manages to knock Bawm to the ground with the broken broom handle, but the odds are against him and Vacamas and K.O. Kid proceed to walk him dry.*

Herb: "Oh, no, not the Real Deal too! Gray's influential web has increased too far!"

Frank: "I suggest you go along with the flow too, if you know what's good for you of course."

*Bawm gets to his feet and pushes back K.O. Kid. He picks up the broomstick and nails it fiercely over Nightmist's head, shattering it into pieces. K.O. Kid then pulls off Bawm and directs Bawm and Vacamas to hold Nightmist. Each one grabs one arm and K.O. Kid heads towards the cart. He pulls out a lead pipe and smiles to himself. K.O. Kid pulls back the lead pipe, but merely kicks a dazed Nightmist in the temple, sending him out like a light. Bawm and Vacamas laugh in his face and K.O. Kid spits on Nightmist's chest.*

Herb: "That's just disgraceful. No one deserves this."

Frank: "Apparently the Enforcers think that Nightmist does. What a message they are sending the EE tonight!"

Herb:: "This is just vile. It's a damn shame!"

Frank: "No it's not, Herb. It's just the game, and it looks like the Enforcers are giving Elimination Enterprises a check mate."

*As if on cue, the Boiler Room door busts open and two security members rush in with worried looks on their faces. They inform Bawm that President Gray needs him urgently. Bawm immedietly let's go of Nightmist and hurries out of the door.*

Frank: "I wonder what is happening with President Gray? I hope he's O.K."

Herb: "He's probably getting exactly what he deserves."

Frank: "What's that supposed mean?"

Herb: "Just watch the screen Frank."

*The referee slowly gets up and looks around. He sees that the competitors have begun and rushes to lock the Boiler Room door from the inside. Then calls for the bell and the match has finally begun.*

Herb: "Put the children to bed, folks, it's bound to get nasty."

Frank: "Ha, look, Nightmist was busted open before the match even began!"

Herb: "I don't see how that is funny. Nightmist has been screwed royally."

*The match finally begins and K.O. Kid has Vacamas hold a bloody Nightmist. K.O. Kid rears back to deck Nightmist, but hits Vacamas square on the jaw instead.*

Frank: "That was a closed fist! That's illegal!"

Herb: "It's a hard-core title match Frank, nothing is illegal."

Frank: "I knew that."

*K.O. and Vacamas begin to battle it out, trading punches equally. Vacamas eventually gets the upper hand and Kid goes sprawling to the floor with another clothesline.*

Herb: "I guess they've had enough working together."

Frank: "Dammit Kid, get up!"

*Vacamas pulls out the cookie sheet from the cart and charges for K.O. Kid. Kid counters with a drop toe hold and Vacamas slams into the cookie sheet face first.*

Frank: "I'm not sure which hurts worse right now, the cookie sheet or the concrete."

Herb: "I think the cookie sheet may have broken his fall."

Frank: "That, or his nose."

*Kid pulls out a steel chair from the cart and nails Vacamas across the back. He raises the chair high a second time, but it doesn't come foward.*

Herb: "It's Nightmist. He's still up!"

Frank: "How is this possible? No!"

*Nightmist rips the chair from the stunned K.O. Kid and nails Kid across the forehead. Nightmist looks at the now deformed chair and decides that it is not worthy anymore. He goes to the corner of the boiler room and picks out a sturdy mop. Vacamas has already gotten up and is charging Nightmist from behind.*

Frank: "Get him Vacamas."

*Nightmist notices Vacamas and tosses water from the mop bucket into Vacamas' eyes. As Vacamas instinctively clutches his eyes, Nightmist nails him across the skull with the mop, snapping it in two.*

Herb: "Did you hear that crack?"

Frank: "Excuse me."

*K.O. Kid struggles to his feet as Nightmist kicks Vacamas in the head a few times. The echo of the screaming fans rattles the entire boiler room. Nightmist doesn't notice that Kid has picked up a kendo stick and gets ripped across the back for it.*

Frank: "Ow, that's gotta smart."

Herb: "Poor awareness shown there by the Hardcore Champion."

*K.O. Kid takes this opportunity to catch his breath. He gets a few “sucker” kicks in on both of the felled competitors.*

Herb: "So far this match hasn't been anything but a brutal slaughter."

Frank: "Isn't it great, Herb?"

*Kid allows both Nightmist and Vacamas to get to their feet before he picks up his lead pipe. He realizes that the other two are on their feet and charges Vacamas. Nightmist and Vacamas execute a double-team elbow and send K.O. Kid to the ground. Vacamas and Nightmist begin to battle it out, trading punches. Nightmist wisely kicks Vacamas in the gut, forcing the air out of Vacamas. He then slams Vacamas's skull into the concrete floor with a DDT.*

Herb: "O my God! Did you see that?"

Frank: "I think everyone saw that but Vacamas. All he can see is stars. I wonder where is Santini in all of this?"

Herb: “Wherever he is at, Santini is one of the dirtiest and smartest players in the game. He is a definite threat inside that room!”

*A small pool of blood covers the floor around Vacamas' head. Nightmist goes for the cover. ONE!...TWO!...THRE... K.O. Kid breaks up the pin just in time with a kick to Nightmist's head. K.O. picks up Nightmist by his legs and slams him down with a spinebuster. Nightmist tumbles to the concrete and Kid is on top of him, punching him in the face.*

Frank: "Ha, ha! Kid's opening a can on Nightmist. Hell yeah!"

Herb: "I'm going to check the plagiarism guide on that remark."

*K.O. Kid's eyes glaze over and he grabs Nightmist by the ankle. Kid applies the ankle lock to a screaming Nightmist.*

Herb: "What is Kid doing? There is no tapping out in a hardcore match!" Frank: "Well, look, Nightmist sure is doing it!"

*Nightmist slams his hands on the concrete begging the ref to break the hold. The ref shakes his head and Kid continues to apply pressure. Nightmist is close to passing out as Vacamas climbs to his feet, blood dripping all over his face. Vacamas limps up behind K.O. Kid to the cheers of the Real Thing Wannabes. Kid, in his rage, doesn't notice Vacamas.*

Frank: "Look out, Kid! Look out!"

Herb: "He can't hear you, Herb."

Frank: "Oh, no! That's just horrible, Herb! Plain wrong."

Herb: "Well, it looks like Vacamas had enough left. Kid just went for the most painful ride of his life."

*As Herb and Frank say this, Vacamas has taken Kid by his waist from behind and slammed him backward into the unforgiving concrete. A loud thud his heard as K.O. Kid's head and back slam down from the German Suplex.*

Herb: "He's going for another one, Frank!"

Frank: "No, no, no! Vacamas, you'll end his career!"

*Vacamas tries to lift Kid up for a second German, but doesn't have enough strength to lift him and both men come crashing down onto the floor. All three men are down, moaning in bloody pain.*

Herb: "This is undoubtably the most gruesome, bloody match the AWA has ever seen."

Frank: "This match-up truly is Hardcore in every sense of the word. Whoever wins tonight, let it be known that all three competitors put every ounce of energy, every ounce of blood on the line for that title."

Herb: "All three men most certainly deserve elation tonight."

*As Herb is saying this, Nightmist has slowly gotten to his feet. He walks over and looks down at the felled competitors with an evil grin. He then does an eenie, meenie, miny, moe to himself and points out Vacamas.*

Frank: "What is Nightmist going to do here?"

Herb: "More importantly, how is he even standing?"

*Nightmist picks up Vacamas by his arm, and, after a brief pose for his fans, rips Vacamas by his arm towards his flying clothesline. The impact flips Vacamas in the air and he lands hard on his face.*

Herb: "Clothesline from Hell! Clothesline from Hell!"

*Nightmist then picks up Vacamas and calls for the MAJOR LET DOWN. He picks up Vacamas in a suplex, but when he has him in the air, is met with a Super-Kick to his chin by K.O. Kid. Nightmist falls down, Vacamas landing on top of him.*

Frank: "Good night, Nightmist!"

Herb: "K.O. Kid has just killed two birds with one stone."

*Since Vacamas landed on Nightmist, the referee started a quick count, but Kid pulled Vacamas off at one and a half. K.O. Kid then picks up an exhausted Vacamas and holds his fist into the air.*

Frank: "He's calling for the Iron Fist, ladies and gentlemen!"

Herb: "You may want to avert your eyes, folks, this is going to get ugly."

*K.O. Kid picks up Vacamas and is about to plant him with a tombstone piledriver. K.O. Kid is standing near the boiler and the Equalizer comes out of the shadows. It slams down across the back of K.O.’s head and he crumples to the ground on top of Vacamas. The referee begins the count as KO is out cold. Vacamas shoves K.O. off of him and makes the cover himself. Vacamas goes for the pin and the crowd counts along with the ref. ONE!...TWO!...THREE!"

Frank: "It's over! Vacamas has won!"

Herb: "No, the ref is saying two! A resilient Nightmist broke up the count! Holy Rusted Metal!"

*Nightmist stands over and exhausted and frustrated Vacamas and groggy K.O. Kid. Nightmist nails Vacamas across the head with a chunk of cinder block! Vacamas drops like a bag of potatoes. This time Nightmist gets that look in his eyes. He grabs Kid by the ankle, but Kid smartly rolls forward, out of the lock. Kid struggles to his feet, trying to gain his second wind. Santini emerges from the shadows again this time striking down Nightmist from behind with the Equilizer. And then he charges forward swinging for KO Kid’s head again. KO Kid manages to duck under and he quickly reaches into his trunks.*

Herb: "What is Kid doing? It's a trap!"

Frank: "He's got those brass knucks that President Gray gave him!"

*He connects with Santini’s jaw dropping him like a bad habit. Nightmist, obviously unaware of Kid's trickery, has climbed to his feet and charges after Kid. Kid turns around to deck Nightmist with the knucks, but misses a dodging Nightmist. Nightmist takes advantage of the off balance K.O. Kid and slams a big boot into his face.*

Herb: "Great counter by Nightmist. It might be over folks."

Frank: "It can't be over yet, Herb."

*Nightmist gains his third wind and picks Kid up quickly. Kid powers out and grabs Nightmist by the throat. Nightmist squirms out and quickly rolls around behind K.O. Kid. He then slams his fist between K.O. Kid's testicles and rolls him up, making sure to slam him hard into the concrete.*

Frank: "That's low! That's wrong!"

Herb: "It was definitely low. This gives a whole new meaning to the term 'small package'."

*The referee makes a rather quick count, ONE!..TWO!..THREE! and the match is over. Nightmist rolls off of Kid, gasping for breath. All three men lay motionless on the ground and the ref unlocks the door. As soon as the door opens, the Emergency Medical Technicians rush in to aid the wrestlers. The referee lays the Hardcore belt over Nightmist as he lays on a portable gurney. He clutches the belt against his chest and raises it up high to the cheers of the AWA fans.*

The camera cuts to the back where we see Adam Bawm being destroyed by Doc Ozz and Phoenix. The two men are pounding a bleeding Bawm with lefts and rights. Phoenix instructs Doc Ozz to pull Adam up and he executes an IMMOLATOR!! Doc Ozz and Phoenix smile with satisfaction as they have just given one member of the Enforcers a taste of their own medicine. Doc Ozz produces his every present bottle of Cherie and two glasses. Doc hands the two glasses to Phoenix with flare and fills the glasses. The two men toast and both take a sip out of their glasses. Then they both pour the remainder of the contents on Adam Bawm. The camera fades as the two men flee as K.O.S. security come rushing toward the scene.

HS: The President Gray emergency call was just a rouse by the good Doctor and Phoenix!

FJ: You better believe there will be hell to pay!

Herb-I can't wait for this next match Frank!

Frank-Don't pee your pants. Indeed it will be quite a brawl to remember.

Herb-The Lone Star Outlaw Snakebite will be defending his United States title against...

Frank(interrupting)- The Dark One Dark Warrior. Herb, you have just got to belive that Dark Warrior will pull away with a win tonight.

Herb-Well let's not forget the N'sanity member Rival. He has never competed with this type of competition before. Let's see how he handles the competition.

"Only God Can Judge Me" By Tupac blares over the PA system as Dark Warrior parts the curtain and makes his way to the ring. Dark Warrior glares around at thousands of fans around him standing on there feet and booing as loud as they can. Dark Warrior shrugs them off and slides in under the bottom rope staring intently at the titantron.

"Back In The Saddle" By Aerosmith plays and we see Snakebite ride to the ramp on horseback. Snakebite has the title strapped around his waist. The horse comes to a stop and Snakebite jumps off revealing a bottle of Jack Daniels. Snakebite puts the bottle down in the turnbuckle and he strokes his title taunting Dark Warrior. Dark Warrior leans over the top rope hurling words at Snakebite.

"Elite" By Deaftones plays and out comes Rival. Dark Warrior doesn't even notice as he is still distracted with Snakebite. Rival taunts the crowd and they respond with boo's. Rival slides in the ring and he waits right behind Dark Warrior. Dark Warrior finally turns around and as he does he is caught in the jaw with a snap jab from Rival.

Herb-Looks like your boy's a little blind eh Frank?

Frank-Believe what you want Herb.

Dark Warrior recoils against the ropes and as he comes back Rival hits a swift kick to the back of the knee tripping Dark Warrior. Rival smiles at his work and quickly rains down on him with a stomp to the back of the head. Snakebite finally slides in the ring and he takes his time setting the belt over the top rope. As Rival lifts his foot to bring down another stomp Snakebite short-arm closelines him in the back of the neck. Rival doubles over in pain and Snakebite clubs him in the spine with his closed fist. Snakebite holds him by the head as he brings down another to the spine. Snakebite then quickly spirals him downward with a spinning neckbreaker to the mat. Rival hits the side of his head on the mat and Snakebite is quick to realize that Dark Warrior is behind him. Dark Warrior hits a right hand to the forehead and Snakebite returns a left. They continue to duke it out laying right hands on each other when Dark Warrior slaps him across the chest with a knife edge chop. Snakebite steps back and Dark Warrior lays in another one, this time harder. Dark Warrior clutches him by the arm and tries to whip him into the ropes but Snakebite gets the upper-hand and comes flying directly into Dark Warrior with a knee to the sternum.

Herb-Both these men have been US champ and they definitely want to claim that again with the effort of this fighting.

Frank-This is an easy match to decide isn't it?

Herb-Oh shut up will you?

Snakebite knee's Dark Warrior in the sternum again the then sends him headfirst to the mat with a DDT. Snakebite hooks the leg 1...2...kick out! Dark Warrior gets his shoulder off the mat before three and Snakebite rises to his feet. Rival is up and he runs against the ropes coming. Rival hooks Snakebite with a running bulldog off the ropes and then proceeds to Dark Warrior. Dark Warrior ducks the closeline thrown at him and pummels Rival to the mat with a reverse german suplex. Rival hits his head in a sharp position and Dark Warrior keeps the waist lock on still lifting him back up to his feet. Dark Warrior releases him with a final suplex, planting Rival on his neck. Dark Warrior takes a few deep breaths and then jumps to his feet going after Snakebite. Dark Warrior hits him with a swift kick to the kidney and Snakebite goes to one knee. Dark Warrior climbs behind him and wraps him in an octopus stretch! Dark Warrior pulls back on the arm and carefully watches the ref. As the ref goes down to check if Snakebite gives up Dark Warrior grabs the top ropes and pulls back for leverage. The ref sees the ropes shaking and he warns Dark Warrior. Dark Warrior acts like he slapped the ropes as he keeps the hold on. The ref goes back to check on Snakebite who is screaming in pain. Dark Warrior again grabs the ropes and pulls back. The ref sees him this time and orders him to let go. Dark Warrior frustrated let's go of him and then elbows him in the side of the head. The crowd adrupts into boo's as we see The Blueprint member "The Real Thing" L.J. Vacamas run down the ramp. The ref turns around to yell at Vacamas and as he does Rival hits Dark Warrior with a low blow!

Herb-What a bunch of cheaters!

Rival follows it up with a roll-up but the ref isn't there to count it. Rival taps the mat three times as he counts his own pin. Rival looks very angry and he slides under the bottom rope to the outside. Rival runs up the ramp towards Vacamas and tackles him off his feet with a chokehold. Rival has Vacamas around the neck and then releases the hold. He doesn't relent on the attack as Rival grabs Vacamas by the back of the head slamming his face into the steel ramp. Rival still frustrated punches Vacamas in the gut and then stands up. Snakebite comes charging up the ramp and he forearms Rival in the back of the head. Rival doubles over in pain as the ref is yelling for them to get back. Snakebite clutches Rival by the hair and then starts to sprint towards the huge titantron structure. Snakebite rams his head into the steel structure and Rival collapses to his back. Rival starts to bleed from a wound right at his hair and it leaks onto the ramp. Dark Warrior stumbles up the ramp and watches as Snakebite kicks Rival in the rib cage. Dark Warrior goes to a run and pancakes Snakebite against the titantron with a closeline. Dark Warrior keeps Snakebite against the metal structure with a chokehold. Vacamas gets to his feet and him and Dark Warrior beat Snakebite to the ground with punches and kicks to various body parts. Vacamas goes after Rival but is hit with a low blow. Vacamas sinks to his knee's and right away Rival unleashes on him a strong round of right hands. Rival drags Vacamas down to the middle of the rampway and whips him off the side into a steel barricade!!!

Herb-Vacamas' back just slammed against that steel from that 5 foot drop!

Frank-Snakebite is being taken to school right now.

Dark Warrior is in the ring and he indeed is beating the hell out of Snakebite. Dark Warrior whips Snakebite into the ropes and as he comes back Dark Warrior flips him through the air with a belly to belly suplex! Rival slides into the ring and he leaps with a dropkick to the back of the head which sends Dark Warrior to the mat. Rival rips Dark Warrior to his feet by the hair and places him on the top turnbuckle. Rival lifts his arm and signals for his Upon-A Rival! Rival plummets to the ground and nails Dark Warrior with the ddt! All three men lay knocked out. Rival finally moves and lays an arm across Dark Warriors chest 1...2...3!!! Rival gets the first fall!!!

Herb-Rival has the first fall now he just needs one more.

Frank-Don't forget about our other competitors!

Snakebite has made his way to his feet and spends some time recovering. Rival climbs to his feet and is sent flying over the top rope with a cross body block. Both men fly over the top and hit the mat hard. Vacamas walks to the ring and climbs onto the mat. The ref goes to push Vacamas away but instead is sacked with a right hand to the mouth. The Ref falls like a ton of bricks as Vacamas makes his way to the announcer table. He folds up a blue steel chair and slides it in the ring to Dark Warrior. Dark Warrior groggily grabs the chair and slides under the rope to the outside. Dark Warrior is ready to strike as Snakebite gets to his feet. Dark Warrior jabs Snakebite in the gut and he doubles over in pain. Dark Warrior nails him in the head with a HUGE chair shot and Snakebite collapses on the ground. Dark Warrior slides the chair in the ring and brings Snakebite in the ring also. Snakebite can't even stand up as he lays on the mat. Dark Warrior takes the chair and lays it across the chest of Snakebite and then jumps to the turnbuckle and leaps off with a 450 splash! Dark Warrior slams on the twisted metal as Vacamas throws the chair out of the ring and wakes up the ref. The ref starts to count 1…2…3! Dark Warrior gets his first fall! Rival slides in the ring and jumps on Dark Warrior with an elbow drop. Suddenly out of the crowd jumps Nightmist! Nightmist has a chair and he swings it knocking Vacamas to the ground! Nightmist continues the beat-down by kicking and punching at Vacamas! Inside the ring Rival has Snakebite in a sleeper hold. Rival chokes back and Snakebite coughs up some blood from the chair shot earlier. Rival viciously punches Snakebite in the back of the head as the ref tries to get Nightmist restrained. Dark Warrior meanwhile grabs the chair and blasts Rival in the face!!! Dark Warrior picks him up and delivers a piledriver on the chair. Dark Warrior kicks the chair out of the ring as Rival's face is now soaked in blood. The ref slides in the ring as Dark Warrior hooks the leg of Rival. Rival struggles under but Dark Warrior gets his feet on the ropes! 1¦2¦3!!! Dark Warrior is the New US champion!!!

Herb-No!!! NO!!! This can't happen!

Frank-Yes!!! Yes!! It did!!

Dark Warrior grabs the US title as he starts to crawl up the ramp. Vacamas follows him up as both of them start to celebrate.

AWA World Championship Match: C-Rock –vs- Hangman © with Referee Robert Gray II

HS: Now as if this show hasn’t already been one hell of a show, we have the AWA World Title Match!

FJ: This match promises to be the World Champions biggest test to date! A referee, that is a blood relative of President Gray, is officiating the match. The challenger just announced the formation of a new force in the AWA composed mostly of current and former champions, the Blue Print. And who knows what tricks, President Gray has in store for him.

HS: I can’t believe these men are able to compete tonight!

(The screen fills with the falling forms of C-Rock and Hangman. They crash violently through the barbwire wrapped and flaming tables. A clip from C-Rock’s promo as the Doctor tells him that he will not clear him to wrestle. It fades and we see Hangman laying in the hospital bed. He suddenly rips the IV out of his arm and climbs out of the bed.)

FJ: These two men will not stop until one of them are dead! Tonight, we will see the end of the Texas Outlaw, as The Blue Print Drives a final nail into the coffin of the Elimination Enterprises by taking the title away from the Champ.

”Street Fighting Man” by Rage Against the Machine plays. The following words are heard in the song :
“Do you think the time is right for a palace revolution
Where I live the game to play is compromise solution
Well then what can a poor boy
'Cept for sing for a rock 'n' roll band
'Cause in this sleepy L.A. town
There's just no place for a street fighting man

A street fighting man
A street fighting man
A street fighting man”

Out walks Referee Robert Gray II. A big smile on his face as the striped shirt is on him. The boos are loud as he tries to stop them by gesturing for them to be quiet. He gives up and jogs to the ring.

HS: Hangman beware, it is a Gray in dressed up as a referee!

"Made You Look" by Nas plays as C-Rock emerges on the entrance ramp. His fists are wrapped in white tape. There is a mixed reaction from the fans. C-Rock stands with his hair cut in a long blonde shag that masks his forehead. He has one black elbow-pad on his right arm and wears a pair of short black tights, black kneepads, and black boots. A C-ROCK chant is heard as he starts slowly toward the ring. He climbs into the ring waiting for the World Champion to come to the ring.

FJ: Look at him! He shouldn’t even be in there tonight!

”Back in the Saddle” by Aerosmith plays as the fans wait for Hangman to enter. A Horse Drawn Wagon rumbles fast and loud into the arena from the side of the arena. Hangman is seen holding the reigns with on a black cowboy hat, Jesse James Gang style coat, and a rope with a hangman's noose in it instead of the chains. He raises a bottle of Jack Daniels to his lips as the wagon pulls to a halt. The fans cheer loudly as the witness the arrival of the Outlaw Express.

FJ: Love him or hate him, the man demands your attention. But do you think this is a way for him to get to the ring? Could he have done it under his own power?

HS: And I know just how much you hate him. You are wishing is in such a state.

FJ: Yes, I hate the one-eyed bastard. He wants to be an outlaw, let him be treated like a no good scum-sucking criminal.

HS: Tell us how you really feel, Frank.

Hangman climbs slowly down from the wagon after tossing the bottle to the floor. He approaches the ring and C-Rock launches himself over the top rope. A cross body block takes Hangman down to the cement. C-Rock climbs to his feet and executes a leg drop on Hangman. Hangman attempts to get to his feet and C-Rock clips the leg out from under him. Hangman falls hard clutching at his knee. C-Rock begins to stomp away at the leg. Inside the ring, Referee Bob looks on waiting for them to enter the ring to start the match. C-Rock leaves Hangman and retrieves a chair. Hangman wisely gets to his feet and crawls in under the bottom rope. C-Rock drops the chair at ringside and rolls into the ring. Referee Bob starts the match. Hangman and C-Rock are up. Hangman limping badly comes forward to meet C-Rock.

FJ: C-Rock is crippling Hangman! Yeah! Hobble the Hell Bringer!

Hangman swings at the more mobile C-Rock who evades the blow. C-Rock taunts the champion by mocking his limp.

HS: Ohhh, big mistake!

Hangman explodes forward with a big right hand followed by a number of rights and lefts. C-Rock falls back against the ropes dazed under the barrage. But soon Referee Bob intervenes and admonishing the champion allowing C-Rock to recover. C-Rock takes the opportunity to clip the leg knee of Hangman again sending him to the mat. Referee Bob walks away from the action. C-Rock stomps away at the knee again before pulling Hangman to his feet. C-Rock delivers a kick below the belt. Referee Bob pretends to have something in his eye and goes get assistance from a ring attendant. C-Rock executes a picture perfect suplex. Both men crash to the mat. C-Rock grimaces as his body is jolted by the impact. He slowly climbs back to his feet. Hangman is trying to get to his too. C-Rock delivers a right hand to the big man who is on one knee. Hangman takes the blow and delivers a clothesline from hell! C-Rock and Hangman both fall to the mat. Hangman enraged latches on to C-Rock’s neck with a two handed choke. The object in Referee Bob’s eye suddenly disappears as he charges over to Hangman threatening disqualify him and strip the title from him. Hangman releases his grasp and slowly gets to his feet. C-Rock climbing to his feet is grabbed by Hangman and delivers a hanging suplex.

FJ: No! No! He can’t be getting his second wind.

Hangman limps over and catches C-Rock with a kick to the midsection before delivering a devastating falling powerbomb.

HS: It looks like Hangman’s leg just gave out on him with that move.

Hangman grimaces and crawls over to the ropes to pull himself up. C-Rock rolls back and forth on the mat in pain. Hangman hobbles over to C-Rock only to whip him to the ropes. C-Rock goes into the ropes and Hangman clotheslines him over the top rope. C-Rock topples to the outside and Hangman stays on his feet by holding onto the ropes. C-Rock uses the ring apron to climb to his feet. He grabs Hangman’s ankles and takes his feet out from under him. Hangman crashes to the mat and C-Rock drags him so his leg is hanging over the edge of the apron. C-Rock raises the leg and slams the side of the knee down hard. Hangman grimacing tries to crawl back into the ring, but C-Rock grabs the leg and slams it down again.

FJ: Get him! Rip his leg right out of the socket!

HS: What is with you tonight!

(Frank just waves Herb off dismissively.)

C-Rock drags Hangman out of the ring and kicks the leg repeatedly. He goes to whip Hangman into the metal stairs but he holds his ground not budging. C-Rock kicks the leg and tries it again. This time Hangman reverses it and whips him into the metal ring post. Referee Bob immediately starts the count seeing the reversal of fortune. C-Rock is laying on the ground after bouncing off the metal. Hangman hobbles back into the ring as Referee Bob yells at him to get in.

FJ: This aught to be good!

C-Rock starts goes and picks up another metal chair before sliding back into the ring. Hangman has his back to him and C-Rock stands in front of Hangman getting into his face. C-Rock limping himself slinks up and Referee Bob jumps out of the way in time for C-Rock to drive the chair into Hangman’s already injured knee. Hangman lets out a groan of pain. Referee Bob once again pretends to have something in his eyes.

HS: This is ridiculous! Is he going to referee or act? Look at him letting C-Rock get away with murder.

C-Rock batters the leg with three chair shots as Hangman lies on the mat. C-Rock drops the chair and drags Hangman toward the corner. He slides out of the ring pulling Hangman toward the corner. He splits Hangman with the ring post and Hangman can only go slack in the pain. C-Rock takes advantage of the opportunity by sliding back into the ring. He pulls Hangman around and applies the figure four-leg lock. Hangman is in extreme pain as he struggles to the ropes. Referee Bob still is complaining about his eyes until Hangman uses the ropes to help reverse the hold. C-Rock feels the pain and yells for the referee to break the hold, which he obliges. Hangman rolls out of the ring to try to recover. C-Rock lays on the inside but soon decides to go after Hangman. He steps to the apron and Hangman grabs his legs. He pulls him off causing C-Rock’s face to slam down on the apron. C-Rock reflexively grabs his face. Hangman drives him into the ring post “head-first”. Hangman pulls C-Rock up and delivers a tombstone piledriver on the cement. Both men fall to the ground and Referee Bob is on the inside counting both men out. Hangman pulls C-Rock up into a Gorilla Press and drops him down onto the metal guardrail. C-Rock falls to the mat racked by the pain coursing through his already injured neck and ribs. The strength drained from his body.

FJ: These two are taking each other apart!

Hangman climbs back to his feet and crawls into the ring. Referee Bob stops counting out C-Rock as he is lying on the cement. Hangman climbs to his feet and spits in Referee Bobs face. Referee Bob turns red with rage and he can’t contain himself. He stands in Hangman’s face cursing him and punches him in the jaw. Hangman absorbs the blow and begins to stalk forward. Referee Bob begins to back peddle and attempt to beg him off.

HS: Referee Bob is in trouble now!

Goo Goo Dolls’ “Long Way Down” is heard and Phoenix charges down the ramp. He runs around the ring to where Referee Bob is back peddling. Referee Bob slips to the apron as Phoenix has scaled the turnbuckles and executes a Down in Flames on him. At the top of the ramp, Doc Ozz is dragging a referee by the collar toward the ring. Phoenix rolls a groggy C-Rock into the ring. Hangman hobbles over to him and pulls him up. He whips him into the rope and catches him coming off in a big bear hug! Doc Ozz forces the new referee into the ring. Dark Warriors music is heard and we see him charging toward the ring with Notorius right behind him. Doc Ozz and Phoenix meet the three men and a brawl ensues! C-Rock refuses to say the words and soon passes out in the grip of the Hangman. The referee calls for the bell. Hangman drops C-Rock to the mat and sinks to the mat himself. He pronounces Hangman the winner. Soon AWA Security swarms the scene and removes Phoenix and Doc Ozz beating them all the way up the ramp.

(Hangman rises from the mat, bloodied and battered. His breathing is deep and full of malicious intent. Looking out to the crowd, he casts a rather malevolent gaze. As he slowly starts to turn around, the crowd lets out some noise as the masked man has slide inside the ring to come face to face with the HellBringer.)

(HS)"Finally!!!!"

(FJ)"Who is this man? Where does he get off getting into an AWA ring? He doesn't even have a ticket does he? What a damn freeloader!"

(The two men begin to stare at each other as Hangman's neck lolls to one side. As if to snap him out of it, the masked man lashes out and connects with a vicious right. That's all it took. Hangman begins to strike back and the two begin to battle it out as the crowd erupts from the confrontation.)

(HS)"Bloodied and battered, it makes no difference to The Hangman. You piss him off, he's coming after ya."

(FJ)"Where the hell is security? This man in the black mask is really...well...he's beating up Hangman. Nevermind. He can stay."

(It looks as if there will be no winner from this slugfest. Suddenly, Hangman lashes out as if to Southern Comfort Slam the masked perpetrator. However, the masked man somehow has this move scouted out and bats Hangman's arm to one side. Whipping him into the ropes, he goes for a clothesline that Hangman ducks under as he tries once again to latch on the Southern Comfort Slam. This time, he has the face, but immediately he is met with a boot to the gut for his trouble. And then...out of nowhere...we make the discovery of whom this masked man is. With lightning fast precision, The Hangman gets nailed with....THE HYDE LIFE!)

(HS and FJ)"HOLY SHIT!"

(The masked man does a nip-up and when he does, he flips off the mask to indeed reveal himself to be none other than Drake Hyde. The crowd lets out a cheer as the legendary superstar has returned to the hallowed ground known as the AWA. Looking back down at Hangman, his attention now refocuses. Getting down on the ground next to The HellBringer, he begins to verbally bash the lifeless form. Sliding out of the ring, he pulls up the tarp and pulls out a ladder and....a bloody trash can lid? He then pulls out a dented trash can?)

(HS)"Oh my god! The trashcan was from Overpower! Who can forget that match?"

(FJ)"Huh? Oh yeah...right...the umm...the...yeah. What you said."

(Sliding in the objects one at a time, he then takes the lid and bashes repeatedly with it. Laying the trashcan down on the ground, he "helps" Hangman up several rungs of the ladder. Motioning to the crowd, he then leaps off the ladder taking Hangman with him, and hitting 'In Memory of D' ON THE DENTED TRASH CAN! As Hangman lands awkwardly on the can, we hear a sickening snap followed by the canvas shaking as EMT's quickly rush out to the scene.)

(HS)"This...this doesn't look good at all!"

(FJ)"Yeah it does. Stuff is all over the place, people are running this way and that....all we need are some chicks!"

(Drake, still feeling the impact of the move, slides out of the ring. Finding Hangman's bottle of JD, he begins to walk up the ramp as the crowd continues to pop for him. Toasting the fans, he then takes a swig of JD and gives Hangman the finger as he parts the curtains.)

AWA April 2003