(The AWA Pay Per View Logo fades out and our black screen suddenly begins to flicker. Then we see many images of the four men competing for the Television Title at Revelations. As these scenes play a deep voice cuts in.)

VOICE: Four men, but only one can walk away with the gold.

(More images of these four men play, this time each individual has their own shots and as these individual scenes play the voice chimes in once more.)

VOICE: One man, has shown his worth since his return to the ranks of the AWA. The next is new to the game, but has shown to all doubters that he has what it takes to be a top the game.

(Scenes of the third competitor play, and then finally scenes of the current TV Champion Evan Spire play. We see him gain the win that got him to where he is. Then we see many other accomplishments over the past month and a half. As these scenes play the voice cuts back in.)

VOICE: And then we have our champion, the man that has so many men inspired to be here at Revelations. A champion for the ages. A man that in the days of the hate filled heart has always stood on the side of good.

(The scenes of Spire stop playing and our screen becomes a four way split of the four men, and as it does the voice continues.)

VOICE: Tonight four men, one ring, only one winner. Who will come out the victor and the champion, only time will tell.

(Towards the end of the sentence the voice begins to break up and finally the scene of the four men explodes and our screen is once again black with the odd flicker and flash. Then suddenly we go back to Ted Goldstein’s announcement about the return of the Intercontinental title. We see scenes from the first round matches, as well as Poppa being appointed the number 1 seed. As these scenes flash before us the same voice chimes in once more.)

VOICE: Tonight One man will re write the history of the AWA. One man will outlast all others and claim the right to call themselves the Intercontinental Champion. IN one short night, the number of competitors will narrow first from four down to two, and then to one. All four men are hungry all four men want to add their names to the history books, but only one man can. Who will that man be, only time will tell.

(The scenes of the IC Title contenders fade and things are black once more, only to be quickly replaced by the events that took place between Dave Santini and John Williams at Springs and Breaks. We then cut through a few more of the meetings between the two men as the voice breaks in once again.)

VOICE: Also tonight a war of epic proportions will finally be decided, and when it is neither competitor will ever be the same. The US Title hangs in the balance in what may turn out to be one of the most brutal matches in this federations great history.

(The scenes of Williams and Santini cut and are immediately replaced by a split screen of C Rock and Jayson Price. On each side we see them pounding opponents, and the voice cuts in once again.)

VOICE: And tonight, two men look to fulfill the life long dream of becoming the World Heavyweight champions of their respective brands. But to do so they will have to pull out all the stops as each walks into the ring with an AWA Great.

(The scenes of Price and C Rock fade, and are replaced by the images of Brian Williams and Low. We see on each screen a stare down between the respective competitors. We begin to zoom in on this scene as the voice cuts in one last time.)

VOICE: Tonight the AWA as we know if could change forever, legends will be made, others may be broken. Some will experience Glory, others bitter disappointment. Now we separate the men from the boys, at the end of the night who will stand tall with the gold held high.

(We zoom in a little further and as we do the scene of the split screen explodes and we are inside the American Airlines Centre, in Dallas Texas. We begin to pan around the capacity crowd to view the thousands of people, holding signs supporting their favourite wrestlers. Eventually we end up at the Xplosion brand announce table where Frank Jackson and Larry Porter are looking their Sunday best.)

LP: Hello everyone and WELCOME, to AWA REVELATIONS. What a night we have planned for you, I am certain that the world will be on the edge of its seat for the next three plus hours.

FJ: I know I will be.

LP: Folks, tonight Davey Havok and Inferno will go one on one, with the loser being forced to leave the AWA For good.

FJ: And what about the Intercontinental Title tournament that wraps up tonight. The winner will have to win twice in one night to earn the right to call themselves Champion.

LP: Also tonight Black Jack will be defending his Cruiserweight Championship against Former AWA World Champion, The Fish.

FJ: Yeah, I cant wait, but what about the Hardcore Title match, Quade deSade faces his toughest test as the champion when he puts the gold on the line against Tre Wilson and John Blaze. Some one might get hurt tonight Porter isn’t it great.

LP: Well I am not sure how great it is, but I am sure that will be one hell of a match. But folks tonight in the Xplosion main event, The Legendary Low will be putting his World Title on the line against a man hungry on his climb to the top. That man of course being C Rock.

FJ: Low will once again show why he should be considered the greatest World Champion of all time.

LP: Well, we will see about that, C Rock can never be counted out.

FJ: Yeah, Yeah, whatever Porter, you always say that, and Low always proves you wrong.

LP: Well we will see what the time brings, but right now, lets go over to our Shock counter parts Mark Keller and Herb Summers.

MK: "Thankyou Frank and Larry...Ladies and Gentleman, I'm Mark Keller..."

HS: "...and I'm Herb Summers and welcome to AWA Revelations from the AWA Shock team"

MK: "That's right, Herb. I still can't believe it. We're finally in Dallas, Texas...and it's finally time for AWA Revelations"

HS: "It sure is. We've been building up to this very event for the past six weeks and now it's finally arrived"

MK: "Yes and not only have just the two of us been waiting patiently for tonight's event, but so has each and every member of this excited and rabied crowd here in Dallas, Texas..."

HS: "Not to mention every member of the AWA locker room..."

MK: "That's right Herb. Some of the feuds that will be settled tonight have been brewing ever since AWA Springs and Breaks!"

HS: "That's right, but tonight will also be a great opportunity for the vast amount of newcomers that have entered the AWA Shock brand since the split. Not only will Cynder and Hellraisin' Holly team up for only the second time tonight in the AWA for a shot at the AWA Tag Teams Title..."

MK: "They might very well be tagging for only the second time, but just because they had an impressive performance in their debut match against the NPD. It still doesn't mean that they have what it takes to take out the current AWA Tag Champs, Vampire and Phoenix...Eternal Undying!"

HS: "Underestimate this new Tag Team at your peril, Mark and the same goes for if Eternal Undying do the same. Anyway, speaking of new talent we also have the return to the AWA of the AWA Rookie Brawl"

MK: "I can't wait Herb, it's been so long since we have seen the Rookie Brawl back in the AWA ring and tonight we will see Damien Steele, Magnammar, Alan Lake, Draven Shadows, Sent From Above, The Phantom, "The Chosen One" Damien and Asesino all in action with the winner getting a shot at the AWA Television Title"

HS: "and speaking of the AWA Television Title, what about the Four Corner's Title Match? Evan Spire will defend his title tonight against Number One Contender, Chris Kinkade as well as The Chaotic Thunder and "Primetime" The Vine...It's going to be awesome, Mark!"

MK: "It sure is and that's not to mention the AWA United States Title and AWA World Title match. Tonight we will see Dave"The Rave" Santini take on "The Icon" John Williams and Santini has made a promise to recapture that United States Title that he made famous"

HS: "How can you say such a thing, Mark. "The Icon" has now held that title longer than any other AWA wrestler, both past and present..."

MK: "Well tonight we will find out just who is the greatest ever United States Champion, as long as that Bryan Peek calls the match right down the middle"

HS: "Well if he doesn't, that would be Santini's own fault for splitting him open on last week's Shock, but knowing Bryan as I do, I doubt he will exact his revenge and retribution tonight"

MK: "and finally, we have the Shock Main Event...AND THE REVELATIONS MAIN EVENT!!"

HS: "That's right. The AWA World Title match between Brian Williams and Jayson Price. This is another feud that has been going on for quite some weeks and once again, it will get settled at AWA Revelations"

MK: "It's going to be brutal, bloody...and off the chart, Herb. No-one can contend Brian Williams in normal circumstances, but when facing him in a Texas Street Fight...put it this way, I'm glad I'm not in Jayson Price's shoes tonight"

HS: "The seemingly unbeatable Brian Williams does certainly seem to be going into tonight's Main Event as the clear favourite, but don't write off Jayson Price just yet. Price can get the job done and tonight is a glorious opportunity for him to become the AWA World Champion"

MK: "If he escapes alive it is!!"

HS: "Anyway, that's whats in store from the Shock team tonight, but to get it all started we're going back to Frank and Larry!"

LP: Folks its time for out first match of the night, and everything is on the line in this one for two men.

FJ: I really could care less about either man. Whatever happens, happens, no loss.

LP: Folks lets get this show started.

(Cold laughter echo's throughout the arena as the lights dim to almost nothing as silence fills the arena. Then a fiery explosion grips the stage as the first chords of One Step Closer grips the crowd as they are in an uproar. As the chorus hits fire once comes from the stage in an explosion so bright the camera picks up nothing but white light for a few seconds. When the light fades Inferno is standing there centre stage looking out over the arena. Dressed in loose fitting black leather pants, with flame prints running up either side of them. His long black hair pulled back as he surveys the crowd. Walking down the ramp way he stops to shake a few fans hands before making it to ringside. Walking up the steel stairs and onto the ring apron he makes his way towards the middle before turning to look at the crowd once more. Thrusting his arms up he tilts his head to look towards the heavens as flames erupt from the turnbuckles. Stepping into the ring through the second rope he waits for his opponent.)

LP: Inferno looks fired up here tonight, and so he should, he career is on the line.

FJ: Well I say it again, who cares, wake me up when its over.

("Way Away" by Yellowcard starts to play with the opening line and the arena erupts with cheers. There is a big explosion of white pyros on the stage as Davey Havok comes walking out onto the stage. He stops at the top of the ramp and does a short series of martial arts manoeuvres, culminating in an explosion of pyros. He laughs and slaps high fives with the fans on his way down to the ring. He slides into the ring. He climbs up onto the second rope of the turnbuckle, spreading out his arms and soaking in the cheers.)

LP: Havok also look quite ready, maybe we will actually see something from these two men tonight.

(Havok jumps down and goes to charge toward Inferno, but as he does he gets his feet tangled up in the ropes and stumbles and falls over.)

FJ: HA, HA, HA, and maybe not. That may be the funniest thing I have ever seen.

(Inferno capitalizes on this mistake and drives and elbow into the back of the downed Havok. He comes back to his feet and delivers another and Havok rolls to the outside, and lands on the floor. He slowly comes to and stares in at Inferno. Havok then climbs back to his feet and rolls back into the ring. Havok and Inferno then lock up, and Havok backs Inferno into the corner. The ref tells Havok to let Inferno out and he backs off, but as Inferno steps out Havok drops him with a right hand.)

LP: A bit Uncharacteristic of Havok to do something like that, but I guess you have to pull out all the stops when your career is on the line.

FJ: Oh did he do something, I must have dozed off.

LP: Very nice Frank, a model of class you are.

(Inferno climbs back to his feet only to be dropped again by Havok with a stiff right. This time Havok backs off slightly and allows Inferno to slowly regain his footing. But the second Inferno is up Havok charges and goes to send Inferno crashing into the corner, but at the last minute Inferno ducks and Havok Crashes into the corner himself and as he does his legs cripple under him and he falls to the mat. Inferno then moves over and lifts Havok back to his feet and dumps him over the top rope to the outside. Inferno is quick to follow up and moves right outside after him.)

LP: This one is moving into no mans land folks, anything can happen out here.

(Inferno pulls Havok to his feet and then pushes him back first into the ring apron with authority. Havok cripples once more and falls to the floor. Inferno looks at his fallen opponent and then drops driving an elbow into his sternum. As Inferno gets up he pulls the very dazed Havok with him and whips him into the ring post. Havok falls hard to the floor and as he does Inferno heads for the time keepers table where he grabs a chair. Inferno then begins to stalk back over to Havok who is still down on the floor, but just as Inferno is about to raise the chair into the air we hear the bell ring. Inferno lowers the chair and looks around wondering what the hell is going on.)

LP: What just happened, why did the bell ring?

FJ: To wake me up Porter, since these two could not do it.

LP: Well the referee is conferring with the ring announcer now, lets get the official word.

RING ANNOUNCER: Ladies and Gentlemen, the referee has counted both men out of the ring, this match has been declared a draw.

LP: WHAT?!?!?

FJ: That’s when neither man is the winner!

LP: I know what it means Frank, but who is the winner and who is getting fired?

(Suddenly the Xplosion theme begins to play and atop the ramp appears Xplosion GM Ted Goldstein. He has a microphone in his hand and an odd smile on his face. He raises the mic to his mouth and begins to speak.)

Goldstein: Good show gentlemen. NO, wait it wasn’t. Only one of you had to win this match to save your career here in the AWA, but you couldn’t even do that right. So since neither of you could manage the win this match here tonight, all that leaves me to say to each of you is two little words. Inferno, Davey Havok….

(Goldstein pauses and the smile on his face disappears and is replaced with a scowl. He then raises the mic back to his mouth and continues in a loud almost yelling voice.)

Goldstein: YOU’RE FFFFFFIIIIIIIIIIIIRED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

FJ: Ha, that was great, YOU’RE FIIIIRED! I love it!

LP: Frank have some compassion, these two men have just been removed from doing what they loved.

FJ: Yeah but they needed it. We don’t loser like these two around here, we need guys that are going to show up and give two shits.

LP: I now realize why I don’t listen to you. Well folks Our first match is in the books here tonight, and I bet its one that Inferno and Davey Havok would like to forget. But know we throw over to our Shock Counter parts.

(The scene cuts to the Shock announce table where Herb Summers and Mark Keller are waiting.)

HS: folks it is time for Shock to get this event going, and what better way to do it then with the rookie Brawl

MK: "Yeah, a bunch of nobodies, who cares."

HS: "Mark, these people are going to be the future of this company."

MK: "Yeah, any way the order of entrance is that Damien will be coming down to the ring first, so lets get it started."

(Everything goes dark, then you here a crow. Bright white light starts flashing and then Voodoo by Godsmack plays and then everything goes to a dark red colour and Damien walks out slowly and to the ring.)

HS: "An odd character he is"

MK: "and I think we are starting this off with Magmammarm or something like that."

(The sounds of Schism by Tool plays loudly as the entire arena quakes with anticipation of Magnammar's arrival. As he walks out, the fans in the audience stand to their feet and erupt into a mostly negative emotion as he steps to the top of the ramp. The booing and jeering continues as the Emperor of Extreme makes his way to the ring. He rolls into the ring and climbs a turnbuckle to pose for the fans, and he hits a split-legged moonsault to lower himself back to the mat.)

HS: "Well he is certainly agile that was an impressive entrance but what happens in the ring could be a different story."

MK: "Now remember folks, a new combatant will be entering every two minutes, a person is eliminated by pin fall or submission."

(The bell ring and the two men square off, Magnammar takes a run towards Damien who side steps and drops him with a viscous thrust to the throat. Damien picks him up and tosses him into the corner before starting to lay a number of boots into the midsection of his opponent. Damien repeated stomps him into the ground, until finally he picks him up again then time, delivers a text book suplex. Damien gets up and then drops a hard elbow onto Magnammar. He goes for a quick pin fall, however only gets a two count.)

HS: "Magnammar isn’t looking like the "Emperor of Extreme" right now."

MK: "Spit it out Herb, he’s getting his ass kicked."

(Damien continues the onslaught by lining up his victim, and dropping him again with a big boot. The countdown reaches its limit and Alan Lake walks down to the ring enters, raises both arms, and joins the attack on Magnammar. Both men work him over for a little while. Damien whips him into Lake who delivers a back body drop. Lake then picks him up over his shoulders and delivers a Death Valley Driver.)

MK: "I think Lake and Damien have developed a bond here."

HS: "They seem to, although I think its all about beating on Magnammar."

(Lake picks him up again and then whips him into Damien, who delivers a viscous flying clothesline. Damien goes for the cover. 1…….2………3!!!! Damien gets the pin.)

MK: "There’s one down."

HS: "We’ve reached our limit again, and the next entrant is Asesino.

(The instrumental to "Game Over" blares of the P.A. After a few seconds Asesino walks out. He casually walks down the ramp way in his typical "Don't Screw With Me" style. He slides under the bottom ropes and turns his back to his opponent as his takes his bandana and glasses off. Immediately Lake tackles him and begins to pound away on him. Damien takes a little rest now, and preserves himself for later. Lake picks up Asesino and then delivers a hard DDT, followed by a stomp. Damien joins in the fun and starts to stomp away as well.)

MK: "Wow time flies when your having fun. Our next entrant is New comer Sent From Above."

HS: "This guy looks impressive, he is big and strong, and I hear he is technically well versed."

(SFA makes his way to the ring, immediately he grabs onto Asesino and whips him into the ropes, delivering a spinebuster that puts the little man down. He then grabs Lake and knees him in the stomach then delivers a suplex. Damien charges and hits the big man with a solid clothesline that back him up a few steps, he then continues to punch away on SFA. Lake gets up and then he Asesino start to brawl, they both end up falling over the top rope, while tangled with each other. SFA makes a come back, and he punches his way out of trouble and then delivers a kick to the gut. With Damien bent over SFA delivers a powerbomb.)

HS: "It looks like all hell is breaking loose now."

MK: "Who’s next?"

HS: "Looks like the Phantom."

MK: "Where is he?"

(The lights suddenly go out. A lone strobe light circles the arena until it reaches a dark, trench-coat donning, figure. The strobe light stays on him until a mysterious smoke arises from the ground. You cannot see the figure, blinded by the smoke. The lights return, but The Phantom is nowhere to be seen. Then the smoke rises again, yet this time in the ring. After the smoke clears, The Phantom stands there, motionless. Just long enough for SFA to grab him in the reverse DDT position, lifts him up and drop him into the Reverse Brainbuster.)

HS: "An impressive entrance but not a very impressive wrestling performance."

MK: "He just fell from Grace Herb…He’s done for."

(SFA gets the pin on The Phantom. Now it seems all three men in the ring are content to throw left and rights, and trade them with each other. Lake hits SFA, who retaliates, and Damien hits Lake who retaliates and it appears as though its nothing more than well a brawl.)

HS: "And this is why its called a brawl."

MK: "I agree for once."

(A gong rings, you can hear it through out the arena as men in robes come out with torches in hand. These flames being black flames. Draven then comes out as "Snap your fingers, Snap your neck" by Grinspoon plays after the men are all lined up along the side of the rampway. Blue lights shine in the ring as Draven comes out in the back. Draven is wearing a black trenchcoat with his glasses that look just like Vash the Stampede's. He climbs to the top of the stairs and looks out at the crowd and takes off his sunglasses and then rolls his eyes back and then stops and gets in the ring.)

HS: All these fancy entrances we’ve seen, seems like the more commercialized the entrance and the more elaborate, the quicker they get eliminated."

MK: "But this is Draven Shadows. He might do some damage in here."

(Draven immediately jumps after Damien, he starts to throw lefts and rights, while SFA takes his focus on Asesino. SFA delivers a quick snap suplex, while Lake grabs Asesino, directly afterwards, delivering a DDT. Draven gets the upper hand on Damien. Lake goes for the pin on Asesino but Draven breaks it up. And hauls Lake up delivering a chokeslam. He then grabs Asesino, and locks in what we assume is the Black Cross.)

HS: "I think Asesino is done for now, Yup Draven gets the pin."

MK: "We still have one more entrant in the brawl, but no one has heard anything from him."

HS: "Actually I have gotten word in a note here, that Damien Steele has….WHAT????"

MK:

HS: "Well folks it appears that Steele has lost his wrestling attire, and had to borrow some tights from a member of Michael Stevens entourage."

MK: "OH NO!!!!"

(Our immediate thoughts and presumptions are confirmed as we see him step out onto the ramp in a set of wrestling tights, at least 3 sizes too small. Meanwhile Draven has gone under the ring, he has pulled out his baseball bat, wrapped in barbed wire. Damien Steele walks to the ring slowly, and obviously embarrassed.)

HS: "I think Curiously Bruce has left his mark on Revelations."

(Draven steps into the distracted and obviously humiliated Steele, he lays him out and busts him wide open. As EMT’s attend to Steele Draven makes his way back to the ring. Draven then steps back into the ring. Damien has now gone after Lake. He places Lake on the second rope, and follows him up. Draven and SFA face off now. Damien grabs Lake in a tombstone pile driver position. He spins and drops him to the mat into the high impact tombstone. He goes for the cover and gets the 1,2,3.)

HS: Well we are down to the perennially powerhouses here."

MK: "I agree, again…that twice in one night. I am going to get my head checked Herb."

HS: "Any bets?"

MK: "Of course Draven is going to win, he is the best guy in there.."

HS: "Really?!?!?!"

(With a revived sense of life from everyone in the match they all take a pause. Each man sizes up the other two. Draven then decides that he will take it upon himself to start the action. He lunges forward towards SFA whom counters and delivers a perfectly executed drop toe hold, Draven gets up quickly and gets tagged by a left hand from Damien. SFA then grabs a hold of Damien delivering a reverse neckbreaker. Draven catches SFA on the way up, with a hard kick in the spine, then hooks him in a double arm DDT. Draven climbs the turnbuckle.)

HS: "Generally seven footers aren’t supposed to go up top."

MK: "Generally they are smart enough not to as well."

(Draven comes off the top rope attempting a big splash on SFA, but SFA quickly rolls out of the way. Draven hits the canvas hard and Damien is right on top of him. He picks Draven up and glances towards SFA, while he does this Draven takes the opportunity to deliver a thumb to the eye, followed by a low blow. )

HS: The two members of the dark church seem to have resorted to dirty tactics."

MK: "They’re evil, what do you expect."

(SFA has gotten back into the action now, dragging Draven off, and delivering a devastating sweeping clothesline. Damien tenderly gets up now, and drops down to pin Draven. 1…….2.kickout. SFA takes Damien now to the corner, he unloads a series of lefts and rights, and then bends him over. SFA lifts him into a powerbomb, takes a step backwards and drives him down into the turnbuckles.)

HS: "OUCH!!!"

MK: " That’s gotta hurt. He doesn’t look all to chosen right now"

(Draven seems to recover quickly, and storms in driving a knee into SFA’s back, and then delivering a Reverse DDT. Draven then drags Damien out of the corner. He stomps him a few times, before picking him up and delivering "The Red Rain of Pain" Damien slumps as he sits up from the impact, and falls directly back down. Draven goes for the pin, 1………2…………..3!!!!)

HS: "And then there were two Mark."

MK: " Well lets get this show on the road and decide this thing finally."

(SFA has recovered, and Draven meets him in the center of the ring, with a clothesline. He follows that with a elbow drop, and hoists SFA up, he goes for a bodyslam, but SFA drifts over his shoulder hooking him in the reverse DDT, and delivering a rolling reverse neckbreaker. SFA now goes up top, he pauses at the top, coming off with a diving head butt. Draven rolls out of the way now. Both men are down now. Draven gets up first and SFA gets to his knees. Draven attempts to go for the red rain of pain again, but SFA delivers a series of elbows into Draven’s side. He then delivers one big elbow on top of the head.)

HS: "Sent From Above is really impressing us here tonight."

(Draven stumbles back into the corner. SFA charges in attempting a clothesline, but gets caught with a boot. He steps backwards a few steps, Draven charges out with an attempted clothesline of his own, but SFA ducks and grabs Draven from behind, sets in the dragon sleeper, lifts him up and Drops him with "Fallen From Grace" He keep hold on his head however and grapevines the leg, at the same time. The ref waits for a moment to realize that Draven can not escape and is unconscious. He rings the bell and declares SFA the winner.)

HS: "Wow an impressive debut from Sent From Above."

MK: " I told you he would win."

HS: "You said that Drav,,,,"

MK: "Anyways moving along Herb.."

HS: Folks Sent From Above has won the rookie Brawl here folks, and its time to go back over to the Xplosion side of things, back over to you Larry and Frank.

LP: Folks its now time for our first Intercontinental Title Tournament semi final of the night.

("Chop Suey" By System of a Down plays over the PA system. During the intro of the song 8 Tiki torches, 4 on each side of the entrance slowly rise out of the platform. When the song says "Wake up," the torches are set aflame from seemingly nothing. After the lyrics begin, the AWAtron begins showing scenes from The Eviltikiman’s career. Whenever the song reaches a fast part the images blur past in sync with the song. During the pauses it usually has him in a strong pose. When the song hits "When angels deserve to die" The Eviltikiman bursts out onto the stage and taunts to the crowd. He runs down to the ring and show boats inside it jumping on 3 of the ring posts to showboat and then waits for his opponent.)

FJ: Look at the Eviltikiman! He’s got another chance at the AWA Intercontinental Title, but he’s got to get past Michael "Spitfire" Stevens to advance to the finals of the tournament.

LP: Yes, but former AWA United States Champion Michael Stevens and The Eviltikiman have both been extremely quiet in the weeks leading up to Revelations.

FJ: And here comes Stevens with his bodyguard Alex Morgan.

("EMI," by the Sex Pistols begins to play as Michael "Spitfire" Stevens and Alex Morgan make their way down the entrance ramp. The crowd boos heavily at the entrance of the two. Michael Stevens steps into the ring as Morgan remains on the outside.)

LP: Well, it appears as if the fans have decided to keep behind The Eviltikiman in this match-up. There are starting to cheer him on and the match hasn’t even begun.

("EMI," stops playing and the referee signals for the match to begin. The bell rings and both competitors meet each other in the center of the ring.)

LP: And we’re underway!

(The two tie-up and Michael Stevens gains the upper hand. He wraps Tikiman down to the mat with a snapmare. Tikiman springs up and is caught by a clothesline. Tikiman falls to the mat and rolls out of the ring.)

FJ: Ha-ha! And Stevens is off to an incredible start already.

(The Eviltikiman stares at Stevens from outside the ring and is caught off-guard by Steven’s bodyguard Alex Morgan. Morgan gives him a clothesline from behind and Tikiman collapses to the arena floor. The crowd begins to boo loudly.)

LP: He shouldn’t be allowed at ringside. The referee needs to take control of this match-up!

FJ: He SHOULD be allowed at ringside! He’s Steven’s bodyguard. He’s there to protect him.

LP: Not from his opponents though!!

(Morgan picks Tikiman up and lifts him high in the air. He throws him neck-first onto the security barricade.)

LP: This is ridiculous!

(Morgan picks Tikiman up and throws him underneath the ring ropes into the awaiting Michael Stevens. Stevens begins to stomp away on his opponent. Stevens picks Tikiman up and gives him a Northern Lights Suplex.)

FJ: Stevens is having no trouble with The Eviltikiman. He can smell the Intercontinental Finals right now. Look at the confidence he has.

(Stevens attempts to pick up The Eviltikiman, but The Tikiman delivers a Low Blow. Stevens doubles over and falls to the mat. The Eviltikiman gets up and hits the ring ropes and runs back towards Stevens and lands a dropkick to Stevens as he begins to get up. The Eviltikiman begins to choke Stevens as he lay on the mat. The referee pleads with the Eviltikiman to break the hold and he does. Tikiman then mounts the fallen Stevens and begins to land hard punches on his head. Stevens shoves The Tikiman off of him and gets up.)

LP: Both men meet in the center of the ring.

(The two tie-up again and this time The Eviltikiman gets the advantage and delivers a snap suplex to Stevens. Stevens hits the mat hard and crawls towards the ring ropes and his bodyguard Alex Morgan. The Tikiman chases after Stevens and begins to choke Stevens with the bottom ring rope. The referee gives The Tikiman the five count, but The Tikiman continues to choke Michael Stevens. Alex Morgan reaches through the ropes and hits The Tikiman with a right elbow to the head. The Tikiman falls off of Stevens and to the mat. Morgan hands Stevens a pair of brass knuckles. Stevens put them on his right fist and Alex Morgan gets up on the ring apron. The referee attends to Morgan as Stevens gets up.)

FJ: Brilliant!!

(Stevens swings at The Eviltikiman, but he ducks. The Tikiman gives Michael Stevens a superkick and the brass knuckles fly out of Stevens’ hand onto the mat. The Tikiman picks up the brass knuckles as the referee turns back to the ring. The referee sees Michael Stevens on the mat and the brass knuckles in the hands of The Tikiman and signals for the bell. The Eviltikiman looks on in disbelief as the referee raises Michael Stevens’ hand from the mat. "EMI," by the Sex Pistols begins to play and The Eviltikiman pleads his case. The referee doesn’t listen and The Eviltikiman reaches back and hits the referee with the brass knuckles.)

FJ: Well, Michael Stevens moves onto the finals of the AWA Intercontinental Title Tournament and he’s my pick to win it all.

LP: He’s going, but The Eviltikiman should be

LP: Stevens pulled that one out, but I don’t know if I agree.

FJ: Again I say it, the referee’s decision is final Porter.

LP: I understand that, but that does not mean I have to agree.

(Our scene fades to a black screen which then fades in to the scene of a large steel cage. As this happens music begins to play, and very soon after we see that we are now watching a set up for the next AWA Pay Per View King of the Kage. The promo plays through and we then fade quickly back to the Xplosion table.)

LP: Folks before we get to our next match, lets talk about our sponsors for a moment. First Revelations is brought to you in part by, Pepsi, Be young, have fun, Drink Pepsi.

FJ: And by Nike, one of my favourite slogans ever, Nike, Just do it!

LP: And finally by EA Sports, It’s in the Game! Folks we are now ready for our second semi final of the night, so lets get it under way.

(OOC Christian: There were a few parts missing here and it was apparently overlooked. I have filled them in, but they might not be very good. However, I wanted to get this sucker FINALLY up.)

("Big Poppa" by Notorious BIG hits the speakers and Poppa comes out from the back. The fans boo him as he makes it into the ring. "Right Now" by Korn hits the speakers and Snake comes out from the back to the cheers of the fans. He gets into the ring and the referee signals for the bell.)

LP: WE are under way here, and Snake looks like he is more than ready.

FJ: Good, I kinda like Snake, but I don’t mind Poppa either.

(Snake and Poppa meet mid ring and stare each other down before they begin to trade lefts and rights, finally Snake gets the upper hand and backs Poppa into the corner with rights. He then steps back and delivers a back elbow that stuns Poppa. Snake then pulls him out of the corner and hit’s a near perfect snap suplex. He rolls over and pulls himself and Poppa back to a vertical basis. Snake then whips Poppa to the ropes and as he comes back drops him with a hard clothesline. Snake follows up with an elbow drop to the sternum and a cover the ref gets into position and begins to count 1.…2.… Kick Out)

LP: That was close, Snake nearly had this one won before it had really begun.

FJ: IT is gonna take more than a clothesline and an elbow o beat Poppa, I mean this is for a shot at the IC Title.

LP: Well you are most likely right about that, Poppa is not just another no body.

(Snake wastes no time after the near fall pulling Poppa back up. Once he has him back up he whips him to the corner and goes to follow up, but just before he can hit the running shoulder Poppa dives aside and Snake runs shoulder first into the ring post. Both men are down momentarily but Poppa is first to his feet. HE slowly makes his way to the writhing Snake and pulls him up. Then drops him again with a violent short arm clothesline. Poppa this time goes for the cover, 1.…2.… Kick Out)

LP: Another near fall, this one could go either way.

FJ: Same deal, more than that to beat Snake, these two should know better.

LP: Yes but you always go for the cover when you can.

(Poppa sensing his advantage quickly jumps back to his feet and pulls a weary Snake with him. He then lifts Snake into the air and sends him crashing down with a hard Brain buster. HE again rolls him over and covers, the ref gets into position and counts 1.…2.… Kick Out by Snake. Poppa slams his hands on the mat and glares at the ref then gets to his feet and they begin to have words. Poppa then gets aggressive and begins to back the ref down, and into the corner, this goes on for a few seconds and when Poppa turns around he is surprise with a drop kick from Snake.)

LP: That may prove to be a very costly mistake by Poppa there.

FJ: No one ever said he was smart.

LP: Lets see if Snake can capitalize and bring this one home.

(OOC Christian: the part here was missing, so excuse me for going to the finish rather cheaply and quickly.)

(Snake walks over to Poppa and tries to pick him up, but Poppa counters with a blatant low blow, right in front of the referee. The referee warns him, but ignores him and sets Snake up for the Cougar Bomb. He lifts Snake up, but Snake slips out from Poppa's grasp and lands on his feet. He hits Poppa with a chop and then with a knee into the gut. Snake picks Poppa up and then hits the Injection! He covers and gets 1..... 2..... 3! Snake moves on.)

LP: Folks Snake with a big win there will now move on to the finals later tonight where he will take on the winner of our first Semi Final, and the winner of that match will be the new Intercontinental Champion.

FJ: I must say I kinda enjoyed the ending of that match. More in the IC Title later thought now its time to throw to the ever so girly Herb Summers.

HS: I see you haven’t changed a bit Frank. Folks A great night so far, and it can only get better, because right now the AWA Tag Team Titles are on the line.

HS: "In this next bout here between Shock competitors we have some great tag team title action."

MK: "Oh yeah, not only are there no rules, which I like, but Eternal Undying are in it, and I like them even more! And they are taking on the old scrubs and the future scrubs!"

HS: "I should tell Cynder and Hellraisin Holly you said that about them."

MK: "I was only trying to liven up the match."

HS: "I'm sure they will be more than able to that on their own Mark and here come the NPD, they would like nothing better than to become tag team champions once more."

( If I die by L Bow begins to play as the NPD walk towards the ring. Only to get sneak attacked by EUD! )

MK: "Phoenix and Vampire getting off to a quick start! They want to end this quick and go watch their manager Whisper's surprise."

( The EUD whips Bronco T over the railing and they pick up Big Blue and plant him with The Eternal Instant! Vampire covers as Phoenix watches to make sure Bronco doesn't save up Cynder and Holly rush in and break up the count! )

HS: "Now everyone is here for this falls count anywhere Texas tornado rules bout! And look at those guys go! Both members of Eternal Undying and the team of Cynder and Hellraisin Holly are just trading blows back and forth! What a slugfest!"

( The two teams continue to pound away on each other on the ring ramp before Holly knocks Phoenix down the ramp. Vampire has just raked the eyes of Cynder but Holly clotheslines him and the duo flapjack Vampire on the ramp! Holly makes a cover and the referee is right here. 1-2- Bronco T gets back into the match and elbow drops Hellraisin. He headbutts the newcomer and then calls for Big Blue. Blue holds Holly as Phoenix starts to take over on Cynder. Bronco T charges as Holly moves out of the way and he big boots his own partner! Steve Holly nails a massive spear on the leader of the NPD!)

MK: "Wow.. that big man can really move!"

( Steve splashes Bronco and looks to cover only to see Vampire sneaks up on him. He turns and headbutts Vampire! Holly unloads with forearms on the champion! Vampire responds with a couple of big boots! But Holy smiles and bear hugs Vampire! )

HS: "I've never seen the champions dominated like this before!"

( Meanwhile the NPD has recovered and they are having their problems as Phoenix and Cynder have briefly teamed up on them. But then they return to fighting themselves. Holly has the bear hug on and he runs down the ramp and rams Vampire right into the ring post! Then does it again. Vampire looks close to submitting! Cynder chops away on Phoenix and goes for a spear of his own but Phoenix does a forward roll to avoid the contact and then quickly nails Cynder with a missile dropkick to the back knocking him face first on the protective matting outside of the ring! Meanwhile the referee is checking the arm of Vampire. It falls once, it falls twice... and it falls.. no, Phoenix delivers a vicious chair shot to the face of Steve Holly which causes him to drop the weakened Vampire. He turns towards Phoenix and is caught with a second one! Phoenix then throws the chair to Holly and super kicks it into his face! Steve falls to the ground! )

MK: "Brilliant move by Phoenix! That's why these guys are the champions!"

( Phoenix nails the quick burn on Holly and then covers. 1-2- Hellraisin powers out. Cynder gets back to his feet and is caught with a choke hold by Big Blue! Blue bears down on him as Vampire has struggled to his feet and the duo manage to roll the big man Holly into the ring. Phoenix holds back Holly as Vampire reaches into his tights and pulls out a chain! He wraps it around his fist and delivers a fist drop onto Holy. Then again. He continues this as we see in the background a tandem bodyslam by Blue and T. Big Blue and Bronco T step up a table as EUD continue to punish and bloody Steve Holly! )

HS: "This match is about to get even more violent and bloody as the NPD have a table. But leave it to EUD to bring a chain with them to a match like this."

MK: "I know, they are great!"

( Bronco T stands on the table with Cynder as Big Blue climbs up on the table as well. They go for a spike piledriver but Cynder powers out and lifts up Bronco.. and nails a backdrop driver through the table! Bronco's head bounces off of the arena floor in an awkward position! Big Blue checks on the now motionless Bronco. )

HS: "Bronco T may be seriously hurt after that move! He looks to be in a lot of pain!"

( Phoenix rolls out of the ring as Vampire chokes Holly with the chain. He goes under the ring for a ladder. Meanwhile Cynder is up and he takes advantage of Big Blue's distraction by nailing him with the tossing powerbomb known as the incynderator! Big Blue is down in a heap as well now! )

MK: "Wow.. what a brutal contest.. but look out! Phoenix and Vampire are about to put away Steve Holly! Phoenix is climbing that ladder!"

( Phoenix is up to the top of the ladder as Vampire shockingly lifts Holly up, with a lot of difficulty for a powerbomb! But then Cynder shakes the ladder crotching Phoenix on the top! Cynder climbs the ladder as Vampire powerbombs Steve Holly! Hallrasin looks hurt as Cynder makes it to the top.. and choke slams off of the 20 foot ladder onto Bronco T and the unforgiving concrete! Cynder then turns and nails a flying body press from the ladder back into the ring on Vampire!)

HS: "This is unbelievable action tonight! Half of the competitors have been taken out with daredevil moves! The new tag team of Holly and Cynder are really taking it to the champions! We could see a title change tonight!"

( Big Blue is calling for paramedics! They come out with a stretcher and load up Bronco T. They begin to take him to the back as Blue pats him on the shoulder then rolls into the ring and knee drops the downed Vampire! He hooks in a seated full nelson on Cynder who injured himself as well in the fall. However Cynder powers himself back to his feet and then elbows Big Blue.. Blue rakes his eyes and whips him off of the ropes and then is caught with a big DDT! Cynder covers Blue 1-2- Vampire pulls him off of the pin! )

MK: "That was too close. C'mon Eternal!"

( Vampire nails a series of chops which back Cynder into a corner and spears him in the corner! Cynder staggers out of the corner and is caught with a backslide.. into the false faith! Steve Holly tries to pulls himself up using the ropes but Big Blue is all over him, using a television camera to choke him! Vampire picks up Cynder and nails a body press slam over the top rope! Cynder is in a lot of pain as the camera pans to the floor where Phoenix still lies in a broken heap. However Steve Holly has snatched the video camera away from the techie and smashes Big Blue upside the head with it! Vampire hits a flying body splash onto Cynder and then lines up Cynder for the Undying.. Meanwhile Steve Holly has drilled Big Blue with the Journey to Hell to the floor! )

HS: "Big Blue isn't getting up from that one! We are down to three wrestlers! Maybe two in a second!"

( No, Steve Holly alertly sees what is about to happen to his partner and knees Vampire in the small of the back. Enraged over what Vampire did to him earlier Steve Holly unloads the bombs onto Vampire's face staggering him. Vampire throws the bombs back and the two are really slugging it out! At this point the crowd boos as Whisper comes to ringside pulls a stretcher. )

MK: "Hmmmm.. wonder what he has planned. That has to be good news."

( Vampire finally staggers Holly with a spin kick and bounces off of the ropes only to be drilled with a vicious clothesline from hell by Cynder! Whisper loads up Phoenix onto the stretcher and quickly leaves ringside to the crowd's confusion. Holly ad Cynder pick up the wounded Vampire and whips him into the corner! Cynder whips Holly into the corner and he flattens the champion! )

HS: "I think we are going to see a title change here!"

( Holly covers Vampire 1-2- a kick out! Steve Holly goes a chokeslam but Vampire bites his head and comes back with a swinging STO! Vampire gets up and doesn't have a moment's rest as Cynder dragon screw leg whips him and hooks in the sharpshooter! Vampire fights the hold trying his best to hold on. Vampire powers out but Cynder returns to the attack and hooks in the 3rd Degree burn!. )

MK: "This is no fair it's two on one!"

( Big Blue staggers into the ring and neck breakers Cynder breaking up the hold, but Steve Holly nails the Raisin Hell on him! The stunner like move downs Blue again! Holly covers 1-2- Vampire barely reaches over to save. Vampire tries to get to his feet but fight back but Steve Holly is way fresher and nails him with the Raisin Hell as soon as he gets up. He high fives his partner and Cynder delivers the Incynderator! But both cover in tandem as the referee counts. 1-2-3!)

HS: "New champions! New champions! What a victory!"

Announcer: "Your winner of the match and still tag team champions, Eternal Undying!"

HS: "Huh?"

MK: "Apparently there is some backstage footage and happens moments ago. Let's check it out on the replay!"

( The camera switches to a back up as you see Whisper wheeling Phoenix backstage. He stops to grab a referee on the way by as he rushes off to the medical room. Paramedics are tending to Bronco T. Phoenix lets off of the stretcher and nails a diving shoulder block on one medic and the under fire on another. The remaining medic backs off. So Whisper slams his head against a wall. Phoenix pulls Bronco T off of the stretcher and then nails the Eternal back through the stretcher! He covers and the referee makes the fall then rushes back to ringside. As the count starts in the ring that second referee is telling the ring announcer to announce EUD as the winners. )

HS: "What a lucky break for EUD. They barely retain the straps tonight! Cynder and Holly were robbed!"

MK: "What a smart move by Eternal Undying! They most certainly deserved that victory!"

HS: "I'm sure the issues between these teams are far from resolved!"

MK: Yeah, but for now EUD are still the tag team champs, back to the Xplosion Desk.

LP: Not a bad match there folks, but now its time for Xplosion to take over once again.

FJ: "Up next we have The Husky vs Brute in a No Holds Barred Match."

LP:"This is going to be one awesome match. Let me just make a prediction here, that The Husky will beat Brute in this match."

FJ:"I may have to agree with you on that one."

(Brute makes his way to the ring carrying a steel chair in hand. He slides into the ring and awaits for The Husky.)

("Last Resort" by PaPa Roach hits the PA system full blast as The Husky comes out from the back and out to the ring. He slides in the ring as the ref calls for the bell.)

FJ:"There’s the bell and this match is underway."

(Brute takes a swing at Husky, but Husky fast as lighting ducks it and slips behind Brute. He locks Brute in a waist lock and takes him back with a German suplex. Husky quickly goes for the cover but only gets a 2.)

LP:"Husky almost had it there."

(Husky picks up Brute and sets him up for a single arm DDT. Brute battles back with shots to the stomach and hits a fast snap suplex on Husky. Brute gets to his feet and starts celebrating. Husky gets to his feet with out Brute knowing it. Husky grabs the steel chair that Brute brought to the ring, he nails Brute right in the back with it. Brute falls to the ground appearing to be knocked out.)

FJ:"Brute could be knocked out here after that chair shot."

(Husky turns over Brute so his face is looking up at the ceiling. Husky lays the chair on top of Brute and climbs to the top. He jumps off looking for the Highland Splash, but Brute counters by throwing the chair in his face.)

FJ:"He countered the Highland Splash?"

LP:"Yes he did."

(Husky is laying motionless on the ground as Brute grabs the chair now. Husky begins to move and finally gets to his feet. Brute swings again, but once again Husky ducks the shot and nails Brute with a Sabre Tooth Kick just as Brute came back around after doing a 360 spin around. Husky goes for the cover, 1...2...3! Husky picks up the win.)

FJ:"Husky picks up a hard fought win."

LP:"Yes he did, he deserves it too!"

FJ: Yes and Brute picks up yet another loss.

(We cut to the back room where we see Tre Wilson moving through the hall when suddenly Snake steps out of a dressing room and the two collide, a few choice words are exchanged before Wilson just simply turns around and begins to walk away. Our cameras zoom in on Snakes face and a devilish smile is written across it as he stares at the back of Wilson. We cut back to the floor to the Shock brand Announce team.)

HS: Folks welcome back to the Shock side of things, it is now time for our TV Title Match. This one should be a great one, four corners, four men. Anything could happen, and I am damn sure it will.

HS: "Up next we have one of the most anticipated match ups on the card. The Chaotic Thunder, Chris Kinkade, "Primetime" The Vine, and Evan Spire all vie with each other for the highly coveted Television Title."

(‘Stunt 101’ by G-Unit hits the air, and Thunder’s symbol is hit by a lightning bolt. Thunder makes his way to the ring slowly, deliberately, looking more focused than he ever has.)

HS: "Here’s the latest of the challengers to Evan Spire’s title. Thunder looks ready for this match. What do you think his chances are of winning this, Mark?"

(The shot changes to the announcer’s table where Mark Keller is getting up to leave.)

HS: "Mark! Where are you going?"

MK: "I have to take a leak. I’ll be right back."

(Mark puts down his headset, leaving a shocked Herb gaping.)

HS: "Now? We have a match to call! Mark! Get back here! Mark! … Uhhhhh, ladies and gentlemen, I apologize for my partner’s absence, but I’ll do my best to …"

(A short man with unruly brown hair tucked underneath a Rastafarian cap and outrageous sideburns, dressed in yellow shorts and an AWA Revelations T-shirt sits down next to Herb and puts on a headset.)

HS: "Who the hell are you and how did you get past security?"

(The man taps Herb on the forehead with an all-access pass and speaks with a thick Australian accent.) Man: "All-access pass, baby. It’s like key that opens every door. G’day, mate. I figured that with Marky-Mark gone, you’d need a lil help. I’m Justin Sain."

HS: "Well that’s obvious. But what’s your name?" JS: "That is my name. Justin Sain."

HS: "Justin Sane? Wasn’t he an old member of Insane A-Rival?" JS: "Yeah, but it’s spelled diff’rently. S-A-I-N. Sain."

(Any comment from Herb is cut off by a familiar voice.) WELCOME TO THE... Place where no one dies. WELCOME TO THE... Place where nothing as it seems WELCOME TO THE VINE'S WORLD!

(Green, black and white pyros blast from the ring posts. "Sepulnation" airs around the arena as the crowd rises to their feet. Strobe lights hit as Vine enters to a bellowing crowd. Vine plays to the crowd.) JS: "Hey, kids, what time is it?" *in a high, ringing voice* "PRIIIIIIIIME-TIIIIIIIIIIIIME!"

HS: "One of the brightest young stars in this federation, he is "Primetime" The Vine! It’s been a war of words these past few weeks between Vine and Evan Spire, but tonight, it’s going to be one of fists."

(Vine makes his way down the ramp, stopping to point out an attractive brunette holding a sign that says "PRIMETIME DI-VINE" and rolls into the ring. He raises his hands up in the air and lifts his head up towards the rafters and then drops his arms as the arena lights up with green pyros. Thunder and Vine stare each other down.)

(On the AWAtron, we see a screen of static as "Use Your Fist, Not Your Mouth" by Marilyn Manson begins to fill the arena. This soon jumps to the words "Chris Kinkade" on a black background, the words filled in with static. Different shots of Chris, each one interrupted by static, flash across the screen. Then it goes to full static again and the song is interrupted by voice saying "We interrupt this program to bring you..." The song chimes back in and Chris walks out from behind the curtain, strolling confidently down to the ring, glaring to the sides. The fans seem fairly indifferent to his presence.)

HS: "Chris Kinkade, the number one contender to the TV Title, was once thought to be biggest threat to Evan Spire’s reign. However, he’s been less than impressive recently." JS: "Too right! This bloke looks like he doesn’t know what he’s doin’ here. He needs ta open his eyes, or he’s goin’ ta get slapped around like a redheaded stepchild."

HS: "Inelegantly put, but very true."

(Kinkade keeps his eyes on the ring and rolls under the bottom rope, standing on the second rope opposite the one rolled under and raising his arms in the air, looking focused.)

(Manson cuts out and the crowd buzzes in anticipation. Blue lights begin to flash as ‘Feel’ by Matchbox 20 hits the sound system. The crowd goes absolutely nuts as Evan Spire walks out, wearing a Revelations t-shirt and bearing the Television title with pride. Paul Forbes follows behind with the laptop and camera, taping the match to be broadcast on EvanSpire.com. Spire walks down the ramp, playing up to the crowd.) JS: "Oy! Who turned up the volume here?"

HS: "Here he is! The Television Champion! The most Inspired man in sports entertainment! Evan Spire!" JS: "These people certainly are inspired by him."

HS: "That why they are the Inspired." JS: "Golly. So tell me, Herbie, how does this Four Corners match work? They gotta be the first to throw everyone into each corner? They gonna cut the belt up into quarters an’ hide a piece in each corner? What’s the catch?"

HS: "Nothing like that. It’s going to start with two men, Thunder and Vine, in the ring, and Evan and Kinkade will be waiting in the corners for someone to tag them in. When someone is pinned or submits, they’re eliminated. The last one standing is the champion." JS: "…"

HS: "What?" JS: "What does that have to do with Four Corners?"

HS: "Well … uhhhhh … there, umm, are four competitors and …"

MK: "Hey! Who’s this punk in my seat?"

(The camera cuts back to the announcer’s table where Mark Keller has returned, zipping up his fly. Justin Sain looks up startled.) JS: "Ooops. That’s my cue. G’day!"

(Justin gets up and runs to the barricade, hopping over it and disappearing into the crowd.)

MK: *sitting down* "I’m gone for ten minutes and already you’re trying to replace me. Who the hell was that?"

HS: "He’s Justin Sain."

MK: "As if that wasn’t obvious."

HS: "No he … never mind. Evan Spire wants to speak."

(All four competitors are in the ring, Evan Spire shirtless now, holding a mic.) ES: "Alright. I know you guys are ready to duke it out for my title here. And I know that everybody here in Dallas, Texas …" *pause for the cheap pop* "… but first, I want to remind you that you guys competed in the Inspirational Invitational for something special here at Revelations." *in a royal voice* "Vine, step forward please."

(Vine arches his eyebrow at Evan, but walks over as requested. Evan puts a hand on Vine’s shoulder, still speaking in the overly royal tone.) ES: "Now, Vine, you rose above the challenge of facing off against three other great talents and came out the victor. So you’re going to get a very special honour bestowed upon you by me, The Shock King. Since we’re very constrained by time, you’re going to get the honour of shaking my hand before we start this match."

(Evan hands the microphone to Paul Forbes, wipes his hand on his wrestling shorts, and extends it to Vine. Vine smiles and shakes hands with Spire, much to the delight of the crowd. Kinkade and Thunder look less than impressed. Evan goes to let go, but Vine holds onto his hand and pulls him closer so that they’re nose to nose, exchanging heated words. Suddenly the two smile at each other and Spire whips Vine at Thunder. Vine leaps into the air and takes Thunder down with a flying dropkick. The referee calls for the bell as Kinkade and Spire go into their respective corners.)

MK: "What a pair of sneaky underhanded bastards! They’re in cahoots!"

HS: "I think that was more of a spur of the moment thing. But a good way to start out the match for Vine."

(Vine whips Thunder off the ropes and hits him with a back body drop. Thunder gets up slowly and is caught in a headlock. Vine pours the pressure on and then goes behind him with a wristlock. He shifts his grip and forces Thunder to the mat with an armbar. Vine wrenches Thunder arm as the referee asks if he quits. But Thunder refuses to give up. So Vine keeps his weight on Thunder, lets go of his arm, and spins around to grab his legs and lock in a Boston crab.)

HS: "Impressive chain wrestling here from Vine."

MK: "Ho hum. When do we get to the part when someone’s bleeding to death?"

HS: "You’re disgusting."

(Thunder writhes in pain, but does so while clawing his way to the ropes. The referee makes Vine let go of the hold. Vine picks up Thunder, but Thunder comes back with a European uppercut to right underneath the chin. He hits another one, making Vine stumble backwards. A kick to the gut sets up a snap suplex that tosses Vine across the ring. Vine gets back up, but Thunder grabs him and tosses him again with a t-bone suplex. Vine gets to his knees and becomes a victim to Thunder’s swinging neckbreaker. Thunder pins …1 …2 kick out by Vine! Thunder keeps up the pressure, whipping Vine into the ropes and catching him with a hard hip toss on the way back. Vine arches his back in pain, his arms stretched out to alleviate the pain in his back. Evan Spire reaches out and tags himself in.)

MK: "Why the hell is he doing that? He should just wait until one of them takes out the other. Why tag in now?"

HS: "Evan Spire’s all about competition. He’s not going to sit by idly."

(Evan Spire and Thunder lock up in the middle of the ring. Thunder hits him with a knee to the midsection and flips him over with a gut wrench suplex. Thunder puts Evan in a headlock. Spire fights his way to his feet and shoots Thunder into the ropes, catching him with a vertical face buster. As Thunder gets back up, Spire goes for a high standing dropkick, but Thunder avoids contact. Evan gets back to his feet, a little disoriented after missing completely, and falls victim to a hard superkick from Thunder. Thunder raises his hands to a round of boos from the crowd, but he just smiles. As he passes by Chris Kinkade, Kinkade reaches out and tags himself in. Thunder turns around and spits him with an angry look. Kinkade walks by him, concentrating on Spire. He jabs him in the head a few time and whips him into the ropes, catching him with a flapjack into a gut buster. Kinkade pulls Evan back to his feet by the hair and goes for a high spinning wheel kick that Evan ducks. Kinkade goes for a reverse spinning kick to the back of Evan’s head, but Evan ducks that too, much to Kinkade’s surprise. Evan takes advantage with a Triple Kick that sends Kinkade to the ground.)

HS: "Quick thinking by Evan Spire. He had Kinkade’s Fake-Out well scouted."

MK: "I hate to give Evan Spire credit … so I won’t."

(Kinkade gets back to his feet only to be sent back down by a strong clothesline from the champion. Evan gives him a few kicks to the back and then an elbow drop to the neck. Spire lifts Kinkade up by his arm and whips him into the ropes, catching him with a roundhouse kick on the rebound. Kinkade gets up to his hands and knees and Spire runs up behind him and hits a flip-over neckbreaker. Evan pins Kinkade for …1 …2 Kinkade kicks out. He wraps Kinkade in a front face lock and lifts him into the air for a vertical suplex. Showing off his strength, Evan holds Kinkade in the air one armed, using the other one gesture for the crowd to cheer louder and louder.)

MK: "I hate it when he does this! I can’t hear myself think!"

HS: "What? I can’t hear you! The crowd is too loud!"

(Evan jumps up a little bit and falls backwards, slamming Kinkade into the mat. Spire quickly floats over into the pin …1 …2 Kinkade just kicks out. Slowly, he gets onto all fours, but Spire just sends him back down with a dropkick to the face. Kinkade rolls out of the ring and Evan Spire goes to give chase, but the referee cuts him off, saying that he doesn’t want this to turn into a brawl. However, in with the referee distracted, Thunder begins to plot maliciously.)

HS: "Hey, what’s Thunder doing?"

MK: "Getting a chair. Isn’t that obvious?"

HS: "I know that, but what is he planning to do with it?"

MK: "Oh, I don’t know. Maybe hit someone. Do a move onto it. Snap someone’s arm in it. There a lot of things that you can do with a chair."

(Thunder brandishes the chair as the crowd boos. Meanwhile, Vine looks about ready to go stir crazy. With Kinkade rolling around on the outside, not looking to be in much shape to get back into action, Vine finally decides to screw the rule and steps into the ring. The referee tries to stop him but Vine pushes him out of the way. Vine gestures for Spire to bring it.)

MK: "It’s already degenerating into chaos."

HS: "Evan Spire looks ready to face Vine again after losing to him two weeks ago."

(The two waste no time trading punches in the middle of the ring, the crowd going wild. Spire suddenly ducks a punch and puts Vine down with a modified rear naked choke drop. Vine gets up and has enough wits left to duck a clothesline. He traps Spire in a rear wristlock and hits him with a German suplex. He lifts Spire up for a second, but Spire reverses and gets behind Vine, giving him a German suplex of his own.)

(Meanwhile, Thunder notices the referee down and begins to sneak up behind Kinkade who is slowly getting to his feet with his steel chair. Thunder brings it down on the back of Kinkade’s head. Thunder unfolds the chair and grabs him by head and hits a falling neckbreaker onto the chair. Kinkade writhes on the ground, holding his neck. With a twisted look on his face, Thunder sets Kinkade up over his shoulder and stands on the chair.)

HS: "It’s Thunder with that damn chair again! He’s already shelved Raven Shadows and Michael Rage. Is he going to try to end Chris Kinkade’s career too?"

MK: "What career? He was going down the tubes anyways."

(He jumps off the chair and with a sick crack, Thunder hits a sit-out tombstone piledriver onto the thin padding that covers the concrete. The crowd gasps and winces as Kinkade spasms and blood pours from a gash on his forehead.)

HS: "Oh my god!"

(Meanwhile, the referee finally gets between Vine and Spire, all three oblivious to Thunder’s sadistic actions. Vine reluctant goes back to his corner. Thunder tosses Kinkade back into the ring. Spire walks over to Kinkade and gets a slap in the face from Thunder. The referee signals for the legal tag. Spire says a few choice words to Thunder as he goes to his corner. The Chaotic One ignores him and instead drags the bloody Kinkade into the middle of the ring and locks him in the Lightning Rod. Almost immediately after Thunder wrenches back on his neck, Kinkade taps out.)

MK: "Good riddance. What a waste of space that Kinkade was."

HS: "Thunder’s not letting go of the hold!"

MK: *nonchalant* "I thought there was something amiss. Oh well."

HS: "Oh well? Kinkade’s neck might be injured after that piledriver Thunder hit him with. He’s trying to cripple Kinkade! Let go, you monster!"

(Instead of releasing the dragon sleeper, Thunder only tightens his grip, pouring even more pressure on Kinkade’s neck. The referee yells at Thunder, telling him to release the hold, but Thunder only spits on him and pulls back on Kinkade’s neck even harder. Kinkade taps weakly on Thunder’s arm, but soon, the arm falls away limp. Evan Spire’s seen enough. He runs at Thunder and clubs him on the back of the head. Thunder drops the limp Kinkade and turns around into a flurry of jabs from Spire. Spire backs him into the ropes and whips him to the other side. Spire lifts Thunder up for a vertical face buster and Vine gets involved in the action too, hitting Thunder with World-Wide Entertainment when he reaches the apex of the lift.)

HS: "What a dropkick! I think Thunder’s dentist just hit a goldmine!"

MK: "What kind of a chaos is this? Vine’s not the legal man!"

HS: "You didn’t seem to mind it when Thunder was attacking Kinkade."

MK: "Well, yeah. Thunder actually matters."

HS: "You’re cold as ice."

(Vine grabs Kinkade, helping him to the floor, then immediately hops back on the apron, anxiously awaiting a tag. Meanwhile, Evan Spire seems to be wreaking revenge for Thunder’s merciless attack on Kinkade with a dragon sleeper of his own. Then he drops into a diving reverse DDT and stands back up with Thunder still in the dragon sleeper position. He wrenches back more, but Thunder refuses to tap, so Evan lets the bottom drop again. Evan picks Thunder up again with the dragon sleeper, but shifts his grip so that his arm is still around Thunder’s throat, but now they’re back to back. Spire drops to a knee, cracking Thunder’s spine over Evan’s upper back. Thunder arches his back in pain as Evan climbs to the top rope. He flies off with a senton bomb, but Thunder rolls out of the way at the last second. Evan’s face is a mask of pain as now it’s his turn to arch his back in pain. Thunder gets to his feet and hits a running kick to Spire’s spine. He pulls Spire to his feet and whips him into the ropes, catching him with a hard spinebuster on the way back. While Evan writhes on the mat, Thunder hops on the second turnbuckle, hops to the top, and leaps off, hitting Evan with a huge moonsault.)

HS: "Falling Lightning! Evan’s title reign is in trouble!"

MK: "That wasn’t falling, Herb. That was flying!"

(The referee counts …1 …2 Spire kicks out! Thunder picks Spire up and hits him under the jaw with a European uppercut. He tries to hit him with a Manhattan drop, but Spire keeps his legs stiff and his jewels unhurt. Thunder looks surprised that Evan was alert enough to block the move and is completely caught off guard by Evan’s hard lariat. The champ grabs Thunder arm and wrenches it with an armbar. With Thunder bent over as Spire pours the pressure on his arm, Spire dropkicks him in the side of the head. Evan locks Thunder’s arms behind his back and hits a tiger suplex. Maintaining the hold, Spire gets to his feet and hits another tiger suplex near Vine’s corner. Vine reaches out and tags Evan’s knee. The referee signals the legal tag, but neither Thunder nor Evan Spire notice it. Evan picks Thunder up to complete the trifecta of tiger suplexes, but Vine charges and nails a nasty spear on both of them, Thunder taking the brunt of the blow. Evan gets knocked through the ropes and lands on the mats outside, stunned. The screen splits, as ‘Primetime Vine-Vision takes over, showing Vine hitting the Black and White on both opponents in monochrome from three different angles.)

HS: "What a move from Vine! He may not be a huge guy, but he puts a lot of impact behind that move."

(Immediately, Vine goes for the pin on Thunder, but only nets a two count. Vine puts Thunder in an ankle lock. Thunder screams in pain and the referee asks him if he give up. Thunder shakes his head and moves towards the ropes. Vine reluctantly gives ground as Thunder crawls closer and closer to the ropes. Just as he’s about to get a finger on the bottom ropes, Vine puts on a burst of strength and pulls Thunder into the center of the ring. The crowd cheers as Thunder has nowhere to go. Again, the referee asks Thunder if he quits. Thunder shakes his head and slowly begins to work his way to a standing position, though Vine is still holding his foot. The Chaotic One takes care of that easily enough with an enziguri to the back of Vine’s head. Vine drops to the ground. Both men nurse their injured body parts a moment. Vine’s the first to his feet and runs at Thunder. Thunder catches him with a drop toe hold that sends Vine throat first across the middle rope. Thunder grabs him by the shoulder to turn him around, kicks him in the gut, and plants him face first with a DDT. A whip off the ropes, and Thunder catches Vine with a power slam and hooks the legs for the pin …1 …2 kick out! Thunder slaps the mat in frustration, then takes out the aforementioned frustration by stomping his blonde foe repeatedly. Showing off his great strength, Thunder wraps his arms around Vine while he’s lying on the mat and fluidly flips him over his head and into the pin with a northern lights suplex …1 …2 Vine just kicks out. Thunder grimaces, but grabs Vine’s blonde hair and pulls him to his knees. Vine rallies with shots to the midsection. He whips the Chaotic One off the ropes, but is caught with a spear on the rebound.)

MK: "Hah hah! Who needs Black and White when Thunder can do that Lightning Bolt?"

(Thunder gets up and stares at the booing crowd. He smiles and draws his thumb across his throat, signalling the end of the match. He slaps on a full nelson on Vine and brings him to his feet. He tries to sweep forward for Struck by Lightning, but Vine blocks it. He tries again, but to no avail. Vine headbutts Thunder in the face a couple of times and goes to whip him into the turnbuckle. Thunder reverses, throwing Vine towards the turnbuckle, but Vine hops to the top and hits Thunder with a Whisper in the Wind! The crowd goes wild as both men are lying on the mat. Thunder begins crawling for the corner where Evan Spire should be, but he isn’t there. Thunder reaches the corner and looks down to see Evan Spire and Paul Forbes tending to a semi-conscious Chris Kinkade. Both seem worried as Evan yells for the EMT to hurry up. Paul is trying to get Kinkade to see if he can move his legs, but either Chris can’t hear him or he can move them. Thunder shouts at Evan Spire, but Spire ignores him, trying to keep Kinkade awake.)

MK: "Some champion! Where are Evan Spire’s priorities? Who cares about a stupid loser who fumbled his career down the drain?"

HS: "It’s called being humane, Mark! You should try it sometime. Evan’s concerned about that man’s life."

MK: "Being a champion calls for him to be a cold-blooded killer, not Mother Theresa."

(As Thunder continues to yell at Evan Spire, the revived Vine grabs him by the leg and pulls him into the center of the ring, attempting to lock in the Aftershock. But as he turns around, Thunder pushes him into the ropes. Thunder attempts an arm drag, but Vine lands on his feet, kicks Thunder in the gut, and pile drives him into the mat. Vine covers …1 …2 Thunder kicks out! He goes to whip Thunder into the ropes, but Thunder reverses. Unfortunately, the Chaotic One telegraphs the back body drop and gets a huge knee lift to the face. Thunder stumbles to his feet and gets a knee to the gut. Tiger driver from Vine! Vine gets to the top rope and sticks a Swanton bomb into Thunder. Another pin …1 …2 …3-no! Thunder’s foot was on the bottom rope, though Vine didn’t notice it! Vine celebrates as if he pinned Thunder. The referee tries to explain that Thunder had his foot on the bottom rope. As this realization dawns on Vine, Thunder comes from behind and once again tries to have Vine Struck by Lightning. But with Thunder hitting him from behind, Vine accidentally headbutts the referee lightly. With the referee stumbling and holding his head, Vine takes the opportunity to kick his leg back and low blow Thunder, getting a huge cheer from the crowd. Vine sets Thunder up for a powerbomb.)

HS: "Hey, Mark. What’s the first law of Vine’s World?"

MK: "I dunno. Whoever’s a rat gets the gat?"

HS: "Whatever goes up …"

(Vine shows off his power as he hoists Thunder into the air.)

HS: "… comes down hard!"

(Vine completes the Vine Bomb! The referee shakes his head before counting …1 …2 …3!)

MK: *sarcastic* "Very clever, Herb. Now has Evan Spire stopped dithering so that we can finish the match now?"

(Indeed, Evan slides into the ring and looks Vine up and down. Vine gets to his feet and warily eyes him. The two lock up. Evan Spire puts Vine in a headlock. The blonde wrestler struggles for a moment and then elbows Spire in the gut a few times. Vine whips the champ into the ropes and throws him over his head with a belly to belly suplex. Evan hits the mat and rolls out of the ring. Vine follows him, punching down on his head. He grabs Spire by the hair and knees him in the face. The champ stumbles backwards, but Vine grabs his arm and whips him towards the steel steps. Spire reverses and Vine slams knee first into the steel steps. Seeing Vine laid across the steps, Evan hops onto the barricade across from him and missile dropkicks him in the face. Vine flips off the steps and rolls on the ground. Evan goes to pick him up, but Vine rams him into the barricade. Vine lays in with chops and punches, turns him around, and picks him up on his shoulders.)

HS: "This can’t be good for Evan Spire!"

MK: "Like anything Vine’s done to him has been ‘good for him.’"

(Vine electric chair drops him face first onto the barricade. Evan falls to the ground, holding his nose as blood pours out of it.)

MK: "Hah hah! Pretty boy ain’t so pretty no more! I hope his nose is shattered!"

(Vine kicks Spire and drops a leg on his face.)

HS: "Uh oh. Vine’s dragging Evan Spire over here. I have a feeling we’re going to be table less in a few moments."

MK: "I concur. Let’s watch from a distance."

(Vine drags Evan over to the table and clears it off as Herb and Mark vacate the area. Vine sets Spire up for a powerbomb, but Evan pushes himself over Vine’s head and lands behind him. As Vine turns around, Evan Disconnects him!)

MK: "Where did he pull that out of?"

HS: "Do I hear a dial tone? Cause somebody got Disconnected!"

(Both Evan and Vine lay on the ground, recouping from their injuries. Paul Forbes checks on Evan, wiping up his bloody nose with a handkerchief. Finally, Spire has enough strength to his feet and roll Vine back into the ring for the pin. The referee goes to count, but notices that Vine’s legs are tangled up in the ropes.)

MK: "I think his brains are a little scrambled after getting dropped on the barricade."

HS: "That was a costly mental mistake, but even an experienced wrestler like Evan makes them now and again. But this one could cost him his title."

(Evan curses himself and drags Vine away from the ropes. Evan goes to the top ropes and goes for a diving elbow drop. Missed! Vine rolled out of the way.)

MK: "Speaking of mental mistakes …"

HS: "Oooooo! That’ll make your arm go numb."

MK: "How would you know? You’ve never wrestled in your life. Unless you count wrestling with yourself in bed, if you catch my drift."

HS: "Buzz off, Keller. I think I liked Justin Sain better than you."

(Both men are slow getting up. Spire is up first and heads to Vine, but from his knees, Vine hops up and hits him with a dropkick. Evan gets up and is whipped into the ropes and caught with a spinebuster. Vine holds onto his legs and locks in a sharpshooter. Evan screams in pain as Vine leans back, but refuses to give up. Mustering all his strength, he uses his size advantage to crawl his way to the ropes. The referee tells Vine to let go of the hold. He stalks Evan as he uses the ropes to get back to his feet before sending the champ back down with a superkick. Vine heads to the top rope, but sees that Evan is already groggily getting to his feet. Before he can react, Evan puts on a burst of speed and throws himself into the ropes, crotching Vine on the top turnbuckle. Vine’s face goes pale as pain takes over him. This gives Evan the time to jump up to the turnbuckle for a top rope belly to belly suplex. Both men lie on the mat for a moment. Evan gets up first and picks Vine up to his feet. He goes for the Disconnect, but Vine pushes him off into the ropes. As Spire rebounds, Vine kicks him in the gut.)

HS: "Sunset Slow Down! I think he’s ready for the Vine Bomb!"

MK: "This is going to be déjà vu all over again from two weeks ago!"

(Vine hoists Spire up for the Vine Bomb, but Spire breaks his grip and lands in front of Vine and locks in a standing cross face.)

HS: "Canny reversal by Evan Spire! He’s forcing Vine to his knees!"

(Evan crosses the kneeling Vine’s legs at the ankle and shits his grip to a dragon sleeper.)

HS: "The Complete Circuit! He’s got Vine trapped!"

(The referee checks on Vine, who is in agony from the move. Vine’s fighting the hold with all his has, but there’s no where for him to go. He tries punching Spire a few times with his free arm, but Spire tightens the hold. Vine fights it for a little while longer, but is finally forced to tap out!)

HS: "Evan Spire wins! Evan Spire beat Vine!"

MK: "Yes! Alright Evan!"

HS: "What? Are you actually cheering for Evan Spire?"

MK: "You bet I am! I accidentally placed a bet on him with my bookie. He just won me two hundred dollars! Woo hoo!"

(Inside the ring, the referee presents Evan Spire with the TV title. Evan holds it up to the cheering crowd as light bulbs flash. Then he goes over to Vine, who is holding his neck and back in pain. Evan holds out his hand to Vine.)

MK: "Oh, no. Not this whole mutual respect thing again!"

HS: "Vine was a good winner two weeks ago. Evan Spire is just doing the same thing."

(Vine looks at the hand a moment before accepting it. Evan pulls Vine to his feet and the two pose for the cheering mob.)

HS: Evan Spire retains, but not without one hell of a fight, every man in this match could have won it a number of times.

MK: Why does Evan Spire have to win all the time, it really angers me.

HS: HE is a great wrestler Mark, why do you dislike him so much?

MK: He is to damn nice, and good spirited.

HS: Well that’s great, but folks its now time to move back over to the Xplosion table, with Larry Porter and the Great Frank Jackson.

LP: Thanks you Herb.

FJ: Hey, its good to see you can kiss my but from way over there Summers, great job, it is almost like having you in the booth with me again.

LP: Folks it is now time for our Hardcore Title match. I suggest that if you have small children they leave now, because this next match will not be for the faint hearted.

FJ: This is the match I have been waiting for, Blood, Pain, Destruction, I love it.

LP: You are a strange, and slightly skewed man Frank, do you know that?

FJ: NO, I am just not a wuss like you!

(Victory by Puff daddy hit the PA system to receive a nice little face pop from the crowd as John Blaze stepped from the curtain. As he made his way down the ramp slapping the hands of what Children were at ringside before sliding into the ring and awaiting the next Entrant)

LP: Its time to get this match started. Blaze looks like he wants to repeat his reign as Champion.

(As Victory faded "Conflict" by Disturbed hits the speakers, and the fans erupt in boos as Tre Wilson and Sarah step out onto the entrance ramp through the curtains. Tre Wilson looks at the crowd with a smirk on his face as he chews his gum in his usual rude manner. He rolls out his shoulders a few times, before making his way towards the ring with Sarah close behind. Sarah climbs the ringside steps first and opens the top and middle ropes for Tre Wilson to enter. Tre Wilson goes to a corner and pulls on the top rope, stretching his back before spitting his gum out into the air and slapping it so it goes into the crowd.)

FJ: This guy is Scary Porter.

LP: Yeah I know what you mean...But there is none more hungry then this kid.

('Sadness' by Enigma reverbs from the speakers; heavy industrial chords highlight the Latin Gregorian chant. Then in a moment respite only the heavy, sighing breath of an unseen woman can be heard. The Lights in the auditorium are extinguished. And like a burning brimstone flood letters spelling the name QUADE DESADE form a fiery cruciform logo; and the harsh tempo resumes and the monks begin again their mantra. Bathed in the flaming incandescence of his fiery cross Quade deSade stands at the top of the ramp. Enshrouded in the faded, travel worn tailcoat he stands staring out at the spotlighted ring. It is then that the love can be felt: Ignorant of the crowd on either side of him, deaf to the jeers and insults raining on him Quade walks unhurried and uncaring towards the ring. The bright banners disusing on him and cussing him don't attract his attention. His only response is the seemingly permanent cold, crocodile grin which seems more for himself than for any would-be fan out there. Inside the ring and within the light he drops his coat and raises a horribly burn-scarred arm to each of the four corners in a mockery of a salute to the faceless crowd hidden within the darkness. The lights of DeSade’s intro hadn't even returned on before Tre was on Quade dropping the champion with a vicious right hand only to have hatred spread across his face when DeSade popped right back to his feet and stared straight into the eyes of Tre Wilson)

LP: These two know one another well Frank.

FJ: Wow that was intelligent.

LP: Lets just call the match.

(Tre and Quade so caught up in the personal battle the two had waged the past three weeks they forgot all about John Blaze who quickly dropped the both of them with a double armed clothesline. Blaze picking his victim carefully picked the smaller of the two Tre Wilson and pulled him to his feet, But never expected Quade to be up as fast as he was. When Blaze turned to go on the offensive DeSade was already up in the air and landed a dropkick square to John's chin sending him tumbling over the top rope to the floor below.)

FJ: Oh look at this business is about to pick up!

(What Frank was speaking about was Quade Desade and Tre Wilson face to face alone in the ring with Blaze recovering from a odd angled fall on the floor below. The crowd was in a stunned silence and seemed to explode as the two men began to throw there punches. One after another after another neither man missing a beat until Tre side stepped a punch sending Quade into the ropes. Grabbing Quade's wrist Tre turned flinging Desade across the ring and when he returned wrapped Quade up and slammed him down in a hard sidewalk slam. Standing once more over the prone body of Desade Tre turned and laid into Blaze who was now standing on the apron sending him back to the floor once again.)

LP: It looks like Tre Wilson is in complete control of this match.

FJ:zzzzzzz

(Once Blaze was back on the floor Tre Resumed his systematic assault of Quade Desade. Kicks met to the gut and the back of Desade before Tre pulled him to his feet. Quade attempting to fight back delivered a right hand to the jaw followed by a second and a third before taking off but Tre foiled that but grabbing a hold of that pony tail and slamming Quade down flat on his back. While the two men battled in the ring Blaze was flat on his stomach half under the ring seemingly searching for something to use. Leaning down Tre pulled Desade to his feet by the hair and placing his head under one arm landed a single arm DDT. Climbing back to there Feet Tre on the inside and Blaze on the outside Blaze waited and when Tre took off toward the ropes for a running leg drop maybe Blaze jumped slamming a flat cookie sheet into the small of the back of Tre. Sliding into the ring Blaze waited for Tre to turn and when he did swung like a homerun strike dropping Tre as the sound of Metal on skull rang out over the arena

LP: Oh! Blaze was so close there.

FJ:...What huh? What was that?

LP: Oh nothing, Blaze just got a long two count.

FJ: Oh..Ok....Zzzzzz

(Blaze slammed his hand down on the met and rose to greet Quade Desade who as well was rising to his feet shaking the cobwebs loose. Blaze would have gotten the best of Quade no doubt had it not been for the weak hand of tre which stretched out and grasped the ankle of Blaze causing his head to turn slightly and deliver a kick to the face of Tre. While Blaze had his head turned downwards Quade took advantage and when Blaze turned Quade grabbed blaze by the sides and lifted slamming the man down in a brutal spinebuster. Rolling from the ring Quade now having caught both his breath and senses knelt pulling out a pair of wooden tables. On the side of the ring where the ramp sits Quade sat up both tables one next to the other and pointed toward one table then Tre then the next and Blaze)

LP: It looks like Quade has a wooden bed for each of his challengers.

FJ: That’s why he is Hardcore Champion.

LP: Oh your awake now?!

(With both tables sat up and Tre will on the mat trying to gain his bearing Quade knelt once more pulling out a large trash can, Two large cookie cheats, a large 2X4 and finally the old lucky chair and tossed them all into the ring. Sliding back into the ring Quade placed his foot on the side of Tre Wilson and rolled him from the ring down to the floor. Turning Desade knelt pulling blaze to his feet and rocked him with a hard right hand to keep him staggering. Once Quade was ready he lifted blaze high into a press slam position only to throw him up and walk forward sending blaze crashing down atop the trash can crushing it under his weight. The look in Quade's eyes as he faced the camera looked as if they champion had it all sewed up. Pulling Blaze to his feet Quade sent him flying toward the Corner with a hard Irish whip.)

LP: There is it! The Crucifier, Its over!

(In the corner was Quade Desade his arms holding Blaze in a Full nelson but his eyes were not on the ref but on the tables below. Loosening the hold a sick smile appeared on his face as he twisted and pulled until he started to pull Blaze up toward a powerbomb but blaze saw it coming jerking to the side sending himself out of Quade's grasp and crumbling hard to the floor hurting himself but sidestepping a trip to the wooden bed. Out of nowhere Wilson was up and jumping to the apron and finally the second rope behind Desade, placing his knee between the mans shoulders forcing him forward landing Curb Job perfectly)

FJ: Tre Wilson just destroyed Quade Desade! Straight to hell through two tables!

(The impact did as much damage to Tre as it did Quade and now all three men lay on the floor below unmoving. In the ring the ref merely raised his arms in question as he could not count out any of them. His concern was uncalled for as Blaze began to crawl toward Desade draping an arm over his chest....ONE....TWO.....THRE...One more half a second would have been enough but Tre sent a right hand across Desade straight into Blaze's face breaking the contact. Again for a few seconds the three men just laid there until both Tre and Blaze began to climb to there feet staring at one another across the broken and prone body of Quade Desade. Once both men made it to there feet the battle began, Rights and left battling there way up the rampway toward the stage. Once on the stage it was Blaze who once again gained control of the match by side stepping a right hand from Tre and driving his face straight into the Revelations Logo not once but twice before allowing him to drop to the metal mesh.)

LP: Tre is busted open, The first one tonight.

FJ: Yeah now were in business.

LP:...Go back to sleep, It was more fun for everyone that way.

(Tre wasn't on the mesh for long before Blaze pulled him to his feet. Quade on the bottom of the ramp was slowly pulling himself to his feet using the apron only to fall to his knee's once again. With Tre to his feet Blaze attempted to wrap his arm around Tree’s neck to attempt what seemed to be a dragon sleeper but Tre blocked catching a forearm to the back of the neck for it. Again Blaze tried but this time with only one hand holding him Tre pulled forward his eyes still a bit fogged but just as intense as the two once again began to exchange right hands. Desade was just starting to stagger up the rampway as Tre returned the favour to Blaze by smacking his face off the revelations sign. As Blaze staggered backwards Tre kicked him in the gut and stuffed his head down between his legs. Wrapping his arms around Blaze's midsection and pulled him up only to powerbomb the man off the stage through a set of tables down below to a chant of "Holy shit" from the crowd. Almost as quickly as the chant came it was gone as hey all saw Tre Wilson and Quade Desade face to face all alone once again)

LP: Wilson and Desade one on one.

FJ: Oh I been waiting for this!

(The right hands became to flow back and forth but it was clear the match and the punishment as the force of the two blows had been taken down four or five pegs. In the end it was Quade Desade with the upper hand when it was all over side stepping a right hand and landing a neckbreaker. Rolling into the cover Quade got a solid two and a half until Tre kicked out with authority. Rising to his feet Quade pulled Tre to his feet only to stop half way up as Tre slammed his forearm into Quade's crotch. Raising to his feet Tre placed his knee to the back of the downed Quade's shoulders)

LP: The second Curb Job!

FJ: There's the ref....ONE....TWO.....THREE!!!

LP: We have a new Hardcore Champion!!! Tre Wilson has pinned Quade Desade!

FJ: But more importantly look at the carnage, blood and so forth, its great, I love it.

(We again cut backstage where we see Snake walking through the back stage area, and then he comes across the Fish who does not move out of his way. Fish just stares at Snake, who begins to run his mouth. This prompts The Fish to begin to hammer away on Snake, Fish lays in a few shots and takes Snake down to one knee, but then Fish eases up and begins to back away, with a satisfied look on his face. Snake is staring into the eyes of The Fish and laughing slightly. Our scene then fades back to the floor and the Xplosion announce team.)

LP: Wow, Snake has sure got himself into some heated discussions here tonight.

FJ: I kind of like him Porter, but I am not sure why.

Folks this next one will determine who will get the first shot at the New IC Champion we crown later on tonight.

(Both men make their way to the ring, neither getting much love from the crowd. They meet mid ring and begin a stare down. The ref checks both men and they back into their respective corners.)

LP: Well here we go.

(The bell sounds and both men kick-off the show with a collar and elbow tie-up. The bigger End Game starts to get the advantage backing up Rawstarr and pushing him down but Rawstarr sneaks out and hits a hard blow to the stomach then a rake of the eyes as he locks in a headlock.)

FJ: "I actually am really starting to like this kid."

LP: "He’s a sneaky boy and already making a bad impression upon me."

(End Game pushes out of the side headlock and whips Rawstarr into the ropes and knocks him down with a shoulder block then drops an elbow and goes for the quick cover. 1...2. Kick out after 2 and picks up Rawstarr only to hit a single-leg shoot and drop an elbow into his leg and wrench it back then gets back up and wrenches Rawstarr’s leg around his knee cap.)

LP: "Very impressive strategy by this newcomer."

FJ: "He’s boring, he doesn’t have the same attitude as That other guy."

LP: "You mean Rawstarr?"

FJ: "I said what I said."

(Rawstarr pushes End Game off with his free foot, then hits a drop toe hold when he comes back and jumps on his back with an elbow. Rawstarr picks him up and clubs him in the face, then clubs him again then sends him down to the mat by his hair. He puts his foot on End Game’s face and spins on it, raking his face. Rawstarr smiles and drops a fist right on the forehead.)

LP: "And he liked that. This Rawstarr character is blatantly rude and a cheater."

FJ: "You mean great and bound for a legacy. I love this guy."

LP: "..."

(Rawstarr goes for the arm of End Game but he catches Rawstarr and snap mares him over then gets up and kicks him square in the spine. To the crowd’s approval.)

LP: "I guess End Game can play the same game."

FJ: "That’s not how you wrestle."

(End Game hits the ropes and comes back flipping over Rawstarr and hitting a front neck-breaker manoeuvre. The crowd gets into this some more in End Games favour and he picks up Rawstarr again and whips him into the ropes Hitting a clothesline but Rawstarr gets up. End Game catches him in a capture then sends him to the mat with a side effect and the cover.)

LP: "He is on a roll"

FJ: "Rolling away my friend, rolling away."

(Rawstarr kicks out and End Game gets up. He goes to Rawstarr’s feet and starts to go for a submission, nearly getting it locked in before a fan catches his attention and distracts him. End Game turns to the fan for just a moment but as he does Rawstarr rolls him up pulling the tights and putting his feet on the ropes. ONE TWO THREE!)

LP: A big win here for Rawstarr, and I think he will be fired up when he gets in the ring to wrestle for the IC Title.

FJ: HE impressed me tonight, he has shown a lot in the past few months.

LP: Anyways Folks. Its now time to skip back over to Shock, but stay tuned more Xplosion coming right up.

HS: Folks, it is now time for what may be the most violent match in AWA History, not to mention the night. These next two competitors hate each other more than anything on earth. I hope tonight we will finally get to see the end.

(The shot cuts to the middle of the ring where a 20-foot cage is being lowered by a crane at the same time we heard the AWA Revelations 2004 theme song and fireworks go off from the stage and the top of the cage. The crowd looks at it in expectation as thousands of flashlights go off seeming like thousands of stars in the sky at night. The cage begins to lower even more as the time goes by until finally it is set up. Several officials walk around it and check it briefly as certain others place the TLC objects around the ring. We can see 4 wooden tables, one 8 foot ladder and one 12 foot ladder also on the concrete outside the ring but inside the limits of the cage. An AWA official leaves 3 steel chairs around the ring and one in it. The cage is now completely lowered and soon, the US title is seen hanging from a steel cable being lowered down from the roof of the coliseum. Finally, the United States Title is seen shining like new on the cable a good 20 feet from the canvas. The shot cuts back to Herb Summers and Mark Keller who are looking up at the cage in awe.)

HS: This is unbelievable, Mark. In these type of matches we have seen many men get injured and broken up but in this occasion we may not see just two but three men get battered up as not only the United States Title in on the line but also rivalry is in between the competitors.

MK: Herb, don’t forget Bryan Peek is just the guest referee. He is not >fighting for the title hanging from that wire.

HS: You don’t have to mention that detail but why is Bryan Peek the Special Guest Referee in a match like this? You and I and everyone in attendance and watching at home know the real reason why these three men are involved in this match in one way or the other.

(A video showing highlights of the feud between John Williams, Dave >Santini and Bryan Peek is shown. At first we see highlights of battles >between John Williams and Santini before we see the moment when The Assassin and John Williams leave The Peek brothers unconscious in the middle of the ring. The screen fades to black slowly only to fade back in very quickly showing the match that took place two weeks ago between John Williams and Bryan Peek. We see both men battling back and forth until ‘The Rave’ shows up distracting Williams and allowing Bryan Peek to hit his very own Peek Culture and pick up the win. Then, we see short cuts of the match that took place just a week after where John Williams, Santini and Peek battled out intensively. And finally, highlights in slow motion when Williams picked up the win over Santini and when Lethal Louise handed ‘The Rod’ the Equalizer. In very slow motion we see when Santini nails with the Raven’ Driver onto the Equalizer. As soon as he connects the blow, the motion return to a normal pace and the music gets more intense until finally we see Bryan Peek in first view busted open, bleeding intensively and almost unconscious. The scene fades to black once again. In a couple of seconds we only hear George Slater’s voice.)

‘’You’re running a bit of a risk this close to AWA Revelations, aren’t you?’’

[Echo]

"…especially when the man that you’ve just savagely beaten inside that >very ring is the same man that will be the Special Guest Referee in just seven days time in the steel cage!!"

(The scene abruptly fades in and we see Dave Santini’s face mixed with >confusion and upset. Then, the scene fades to black once again and words come out on the screen in red gothic letters…)

’’THE TIME HAS COME!’’

(Immediately, the lights in the arena go out as a chorus of voices is heard and we hear Herb Summers’ voice over all the other voices. With each >heartbeat a new image of the match between The Peeks and The Assassin/John Williams comes into the screen.)

''My God...''

[Heartbeat]

...listen to the pain in that ring...

[Louder heartbeat]

...Bryan and Andy Peek are in deep trouble now...

[Even louder heartbeat]

...I think it is gonna be a case of which one will give it up first!''

[Echos the word ''first'' 5 times]

(Everything goes silent for about 5 seconds and finally ‘Elite’ by Deftones starts blasting over the speaker system as the lights in the arena turn back on and the crowd jumps into a crazy frenzy. After a while a figure walks out from the curtains and stands on the top of the ramp.)

MK: Can you see the look on his face? Is he mad or smiling?

HS: Whichever is the case, this man is in to fulfil his duty as Special Guest Referee of this US Title, TLC in a Cage match!

(Bryan Peek is wearing a pair of black silk pants with a pair of black leather shoes and a black and white vertical stripped shirt. His hair is neatly tied up in a pony tail. He stands on top of the ramp for a moment and looks into the crowd as other thousands of flashlights go off around the arena. Bryan starts making his way down the ramp slowly as he slaps some of the fans’ hands. Finally he reaches the cage and slowly walks around it checking for any abnormal details. When Bryan walks by the >announcers’ table, he smiles at Herb and keeps on his way.)

MK: You should feel proud this man used your voice and comments on his entrance show.

HS: You mean that was my voice that was heard a little bit ago?

MK: No, Herb, it was mine…

(Finally, after Bryan walks around the entire cage and feels proud of the work, he gets in it and slides under the bottom rope inside the ring. From atop of the ring, he checks carefully every object placed around it. He walks up to the chair in the middle of the ring and picks it up, looks through it and tosses it outside the ring along with the other chairs. After a while, ‘Elite’ starts playing again and Bryan stands in the middle of the ring as he looks up at the United States Title hanging from the steel cord 10 feet above the canvas. The crowd keeps on cheering Bryan on as he keeps inspecting the cage, the ring and the objects around it.)

MK: Is this the first time Bryan Peek special referees a match? I think he’s taking his job a little too serious.

HS: Hate to disappoint you, Mark but Bryan Peek is a man who does his job well or simply doesn’t do it.

MK: You want him to use that phrase you just said in his next entrance?

HS: …

(Finally, "Elite" fades away to give way to "Pour some sugar on me" by Def Leopard. Immediately the crowd jumps into an ocean of boos and curses as the lights in the arena go out once again. After about 15 seconds, the arena gets filled with red lights before two red beams come to rest on the figure of Dave Santini on top of the ramp with the Equalizer in one hand when suddenly, Boom! A massive explosion on the ramp on either side of Santini goes off at the same time the lights in the arena turn back on. The crowd lets out another wave of boos as Santini stands on top of the ramp looking directly into Bryan Peek’s eyes while Peek looks down at Santini the same way.)

HS: Can you feel the intensity as these two men look into each other with hatred and rage?

MK: All I can feel is some cold current running through here. I’m freezing!

(Santini stands atop the ramp for a while before he starts making his way to the cage. He looks at the cage from top to bottom as he toys with the Equalizer passing it from one hand to the other. Again, Santini looks up into Bryan Peek’s eyes who is not letting him out of sight for one second. Peek’s expression is one of hatred and rage towards ‘The Rave’. Santini finally gets inside the cage before getting inside the ring climbing the steel steps. He stands on the apron and points at Bryan with menace with the Equalizer at the same time Peek shows him the black and white horizontally stripped shirt he has on.)

HS: Bryan is showing Santini that he is the authority in this match. Santini has to respect Bryan Peek and not even lay a finger on him if he wants to make it through the match without being disqualified.

MK: Peek can’t disqualify Santini in this match. The stipulations don’t permit it.

HS: Really? [With sarcasm] And where did you look that down?

(Santini finally enters the ring over the middle rope and immediately looks up at Peek who is looking down at him, now with a grin on his face. Santini laughs at this when suddenly "Renegade hero" By Forever and a Day abruptly interrupts ‘’Pour some sugar on me’’ at the same time the assisting crowd jumps on its feet and starts cheering like crazy for the AWA United States Champion. Not 20 seconds had passed when John Williams comes out from the curtains and stands on top of the ramp but not to salute >the fans but to give both Santini and Peek a menacing look. By this time, Santini and Peek stopped worrying about taking their attention on each other and turn it towards the US Champion. The crowd cheers like there was no tomorrow as John Williams, as he points his index finger towards Santini, starts walking down the ramp and towards the 20-foot cage. Peek doesn’t hesitate to get out of the ring and outside the cage. Peek stands right where the ramp ends and looks up at Williams who is already halfway down the ramp but doesn’t move his sight from Santini’s eyes who, at the same time, looks intensively at Williams as he calls him into the ring.)

HS: This will definitely not be pretty. Santini and John Williams hate each other. Bryan Peek hates John Williams… and the same feeling Williams >has for Peek is the same feeling Santini and Peek has for Santini.

MK: I agree. It’s just a twist of mixed emotion tonight in that gigantic steel cage. I bet Williams will keep the United States Title despite being against the odds.

HS: I’ll have to not agree with you on that, Mark. Peek will let neither Santini nor Williams win if it’s in his own hands to do so.

MK: Slater is a genius by putting Bryan Peek as a special guest referee in this match-up. Anything could happen inside or outside that cage.

(Williams finally reaches the bottom of the ramp and gets right on Peek’s face who doesn’t back down. Now they are nose to nose and we can see the slight difference of height between Williams and Peek. Santini just yells out Williams’ name from the ring. Suddenly, Williams turns towards Santini and looks back at Peek who hasn’t stepped back at all. Williams mumbles something to Peek who doesn’t even move his lips to answer. Then, Williams looks at the United States Title hanging from the steel cord and rushes inside the ring as Peek follows him with his eyes. The crowd goes crazy as Williams enters the cage and is just a few steps from the ring. Santini signals a ‘Come on!’ as Williams gets closer and closer to the ring. The crowd jumps into a frenzy.)

MK: IT IS ON!!!

(Williams slides inside the ring under the bottom rope and Santini tries to get the upper hand. He swings the equalizer towards Williams but Williams, showing an incredible performance of athleticism, slides a bit more getting up in an instant and they both start trading rights while Peek slowly walks towards the steel cage’s door and closes it completely, adds a steel chain and pulls out a big lock, locking the door.)

HS: Why is he staying outside the cage? I think he should be inside the cage with both Williams and Santini.

MK: This match is literally no disqualification, Herb. I suppose Peek wants to let them kill each other and just call the match from outside. I bet that when he sees the match is over, and the winner keeps on abusing of his opponent, he’ll get in the…

(Michael cuts his own sentence when he sees Bryan tossing the key into the crowd. A whole lot of hands are seen jumping up and down to get the key. Back in the ring, Williams has gotten the upper hand over Santini who has dropped the Equalizer already. Williams now nails lefts and rights on Santini’s upper body and face as he pushes him back into one of the corners. The crowd roars with every punch thrown by either man. Williams uses his patented Knife Edge Chop leaving Santini holding his chest with his back against the corner. As the crowd roars even more, Williams starts kicking Santini in the gut as the crowd counts every kick. Finally, Santini sits on the apron, totally helpless for the moment.)

HS: Williams looks very aggressive today in this match. Look at Santini holding his chest and ribs in pain!

(Williams turns to taunt the fans while Santini incredibly gets up very quickly and nails Williams with an elbow right in the back of the head. Williams stagers forward but turns around immediately only to be caught by a short-arm clothesline which takes Williams down. Peek stands outside following the action very close. Santini pulls Williams up hugging him attempting a Belly to back Suplex but Williams places his right foot behind Santini’s left calf blocking the Suplex. Santini lets go of Williams and once again they start trading punches once again. This time Santini gets the upper hand and starts punching Williams back towards the ropes. Williams’s back is now against the ropes. Santini send Williams running to the opposite ropes and springs himself against the ropes to catch Williams with an incredible spear making William’s head hit the canvas pretty hard. The crowd roars as to Santini’s surprise, Williams gets up after only a couple of seconds, visibly dizzy from the blow.)

MK: Santini will have to do something better than that to keep a man like John Williams down.

HS: Despite being against him, I am sure he will find the way to do so. He is a very smart and experimented wrestler.

MK: It’s a good thing you can recognize that and not say that Santini is not worth the Us Title shot or something.

HS: You’re the one who said it, Mark, not me.

(Williams and Santini once again start trading punches. Neither man gets the upper hand this time but after a few blows, Williams seems to start suffering the effects of that blow to the back of the head and starts loosing aim. Santini finally pushes him towards the ropes before raising his boot and connecting with Williams’ face sending him flying over the top rope to the concrete floor. Without wasting time, Santini climbs down and goes after Williams on the outside after grabbing his Equalizer. Bryan Peek immediately walks around the cage and stands behind the cage right where the action is taking place. Santini turns Williams around and places one knee on Williams’s chest before he starts chocking Williams with the equalizer.)

HS: Uh oh.

MK: Like you just said a few minutes ago, Herb: Santini just found the way to keep Williams down by chocking the air out of him.

(Peek starts yelling at Santini to quit chocking Williams but Santini totally ignores Peek’s screams. Finally, Santini stops chocking Williams at he same time the crowd starts whistling and booing at him. Santini drops the Equalizer a good 6 feet from Williams and walks towards one of the steel chairs as Williams starts gasping for air holding his throat. Peek stands outside motionless looking on at the action inside the cage. Santini grabs a folded chair and looks at it before looking at Williams with an evil grin on his face.)

HS: And again, uh oh. Santini is a man who will not hesitate to hurt an opponent or anybody else in order to accomplish what he really wants.

(Santini slowly walks towards Williams who is starting to get on his feet with the help of the cage. Fans start slapping and touching Peek in the back but he doesn’t even pay attention. Santini raises the chair and just before he brings it down to Williams’ head, Williams elbows Santini in the gut with his entire might making Santini drop the chair and hold his stomach as he lets out a loud groan. Williams then places his hand on Santini’s chin and raises his head before kicking him in the gut and applying a powerful Implant DDT on him. Santini drops on the ground like a ton of bricks before Williams gets up quickly and picking up the chair Santini was about to use against him. Williams now looks at Santini with no expression on his face at all and raises the chair to let gravity and his strength drop down with immense power. The chair lets out a loud THUD as Santini yells out. Williams repeats this motion two more times before leaving the chair totally bended and useless. Williams now walks towards one of the wooden tables and tosses it inside the ring over the top rope. Now, he walks towards Santini and pulls him up by the hair. He tosses Santini face first into the steel wall of the cage and repeats this again and again while Peek stands on the other side looking at Santini’s face with some hatred and remorse. Then, some blood splashes Peek’s face and the referee shirt. Peek cleans up the blood on his face and tries to stop >Williams’ assault but is totally unable.)

MK: I thought he would need that key any time soon.

HS: If he tossed the key towards the crowd is because he thought he didn’t need it… or he has something in mind…?

(Williams finally stops pounding Santini face first into the wall of the steel cage and rolls him inside the ring. He follows behind and gets inside the ring. Before grabbing the table, he takes a look at Santini’s forehead which is dripping blood from a small gash. Williams sets up the wooden table in the middle of the ring and slowly walks towards Santini. He starts pulling Santini up but Santini don’t hesitate to deliver a nasty low blow to Williams who drops on his knees on the spot.)

MK: And that is the most effective way to get a man of size down.

HS: That is so likely of Dave Santini in a match… it doesn’t really surprise me but…

MK: I know… it hurts you to only see that sight.

(Santini starts getting up with the help of the table Williams set up just a few seconds ago. Santini starts pounding on Williams with some kick to the rib section before looking around the crowd and the cage thinking on what to do next. He looks at Peek who is standing motionless outside the cage and unconsciously calls him inside the ring. Santini tries to wipe the blood off his eyes and spots the Equalizer on the outside of the ring. He decides to work some more on Williams before getting out of the ring to look for it. Santini quickly slides out of the ring and grabs another folded chair before sliding back inside the ring. This time, Santini unfold the chair and sets it up in the middle of the ring. He pulls Williams up and tosses him towards the ropes. As Williams springs back, Santini gets behind the chair. He waits for Williams to run past the chair just enough to tackle him making Williams back fold the chair in half like a piece of carton. Williams holds his back in pain as Santini gets up once again and pulls Williams up without wasting time. He lays Williams on the table and starts punching him in the face. Then, as quickly as he can, Santini climbs the top rope and jumps off with a flying elbow. Williams, in the last second, rolls off the table as Santini flies right through the table leaving it totally useless as the crowd lets out a loud ‘’HOLYSHIT!’’. Santini looks lifeless covered by a whole lot of wood as Williams stills holds his back in some pain but trying to get up. Instead, he rolls out of the ring and reaches for the 12-foot ladder. He gets it inside the ring and rolls himself back in.)

HS: Now what? Is Williams going for the title already?

MK: I don’t think so, Herb. Williams will first try to destroy Santini before reaching for the belt.

(Williams sets up the ladder close to the ropes and rushes to pull Santini up by the hair. Santini is now dripping even more blood than before. Williams pulls Santini by the hair until he reaches the ladder. He makes forces Santini to climb about 5 steps before he starts climbing the ladder himself. Williams places Santini’s head under his right arm pit and grabs a hold of Santini’s pants. Then, with much effort, Williams picks Santini up until Santini’s feet are upside down. Williams holds Santini in that position for about two seconds as he looks down to the outside of the ring.)

HS: OH NO! That’s to high to Suplex someone from inside the ring to the outside!

MK: You know Williams will not give up his title that easily and when we speak about Santini… OH MY GOD!

(The ladder incredibly staggers over making both Williams and Santini fall off the ladder! Santini drops all the way down to the concrete falling back-first while Williams’ stomach meets with the top rope followed by his head hitting the ring apron until finally Williams’ whole body drops to the concrete like a doll. The crowd can’t believe it and suddenly a silent covers all the noise around the arena. The fans look down at both men lying on the concrete totally motionless! Bryan Peek finally moves and starts a slow count. 1… no sign of either man moving yet.)

HS: I haven’t seen something like this in months!

MK: You were present in that brutal match between Jeff Christianson and Dave Santini, remember?

HS: Just perfectly.

MK: So why…?

HS: I am speaking about the way they fell. Santini must have more than two ribs broken while Williams could suffer a concussion any time soon. This is too brutal, fans!

(5… Santini is the first one to show signs of life by moving his legs. 6… 7… Santini slowly crawls towards Williams and weakly punches him making Williams reacts after seven long seconds laying on the ground. 8… Santini starts getting up and is now bleeding profusely. 9… Santini gets on his feet in the last second holding his ribs in pain. Peek stops the count at 9 and just returns to his same standing position as before. Santini kicks Williams in the back of the head with much effort and spots the Equalizer just 3 feet from him. He bends down to pick up. Right after he picks the Equalizer up, he looses stability and staggers against one of the walls of the cage making the steel clinger on the metal bars holding the cage together. The crowd now starts getting behind Williams who is just starting to move once again.)

HS: It really doesn’t matter who wins this match anymore. They have both given their all in the short time the match has taken place.

MK: And this match is not even near from over, Herb. I can bet your salary on it.

HS: Anybody would bet with stipulations like that, Mark.

(Santini unfold the 11.5 inch blade hidden in the black steel that make >up for a nightstick as the crowd boos at him loudly. Someone on the first row spits on Santini’s back but he doesn’t seem to care. As soon as Santini sees the blade, his face expression changes.)

HS: He is going too far! Peek has to do something about this!

MK: Look at him. He doesn’t even know what to do! He’s screaming at Santini to drop the blade. That’s why I wasn’t in accordance with Peek tossing the key away like he did. Santini is capable of doing anything in a situation like this.

HS: JOHN! JOHN, GET UP!

(The crowd starts chanting Williams’ name in unison as loud as they can. Williams gets on his hands and knees and starts looking for Santini around him. Finally Williams spots him but it look to be a little too late. Santini rushes towards Williams with the blade in hand and like a miracle had helped him, Williams gets up, lets out a loud scream as he runs towards Santini. Right before he reaches him, he ducks and puts his arms around Santini’s waist bringing Santini back with extreme force and sending him against the wall of the steel cage and just before Santini’s back hits the cage, Williams incredibly picks him up and applies a powerful made up spear of his own sending both their bodies against the cage wall ripping it off the steel posts!!)

HS: OH MY GOODNESS! WHAT POWER!

MK: Santini and Williams ended up outside the cage! Not even Bryan Peek can believe it!

(Santini dropped the blade a good 3 feet from him as they both hit the hard, cold concrete floor. Williams turns around and lays face up on the steel as well as Santini. Dave seems to be in more pain than ever as he holds his ribs with much pain. The crowd heats up due to the show put up by both men so far. Williams is the first one struggling to get on his feet.)

HS: Listen to this assisting crowd. They love every minute of the match!

MK: I still think John Williams did what he just did on purpose. He wanted to get out of the cage and continue the match outside.

HS: How can you know that? Besides, Santini was just about to use the >Equa… wait a minute! What is ‘’Lethal’’ Louise doing here?

MK: I’m sure Santini will be happy about her being ringsi… now what? Bryan Peek doesn’t like this one bit! Come on! Leave her alone!

(Bryan Peek doesn’t hesitate to not let her even get near the cage. Peek rushes to the bottom of the ramp and waits for Louise to get there. ‘Lethal’ Louise seems not to care about Peek’s presence as she tries to just walk by him but Peek grabs her by the arm firmly without hurting her. She turns around immediately and slaps Peek right across the face and starts demanding for Peek to let her go. Peek hold tighter and starts dragging her up the ramp, right from where she came from.)

HS: Bryan Peek looks irate after that slap across the face. He’s really not letting anyone interfere at all. That’s what I call a REAL Equalizer.

MK: How dare he touch Louise!? How dare he lay a hand on a defenceless woman?

(Peek and a hysterical Louise disappear behind the curtains as we go back to the action where John Williams is up on his feet and has already reached the ring apron. Williams slowly rolls under the bottom rope and gets up with the help of the middle and top rope. He takes a brief look at Santini who is now struggling to get up on his feet as he holds his ribs at the same time.)

MK: He must have a few broken ribs… and look at the blood on his face. It’s getting dry now. THIS MAN IS BLIND!

HS: No he isn’t, Mike. He can see just fine, even with dry blood covering his eyes. Look at Williams! He has already reached the ladder!

MK: Smart man, huh?

(John Williams starts setting up the ladder and obviously looks to not be as hurt as Santini is. Williams sets up the ladder right under the US Title and takes a breath as he looks at Santini who is now on one knee and using the steel guardrail as help. Some fans slap Santini in the back and shoulders while some others just scream all kinds of things in his face. John Williams has now one foot on the first step. The crowd now gets behind him and starts chanting his name in unison.)

HS: Santini looks totally helpless, Mike. What can he do to prevent Williams from grabbing the United States Title?

MK: Don’t ask me… go ask Dave himself.

(John Williams now starts climbing steps little by little. The crowd jumps into frenzy as they can see Williams can just grab the title by raising his hand. Santini is now by the ring apron with his elbows on it as he takes a breath and thinks on how to get in the ring without hurting his ribs some more. Finally Santini raises hi right leg and rests the knee on the ring apron. He takes a deep breath and without thinking it twice, he rolls inside the ring as he lets out a loud groan due to hurting his broken ribs in the try. Williams smiles at this but at the same time it looks like he is hurting. Santini now starts crawling almost helpless towards the ladder. As the crowd demands it, Williams starts raising his arm towards the title but he takes his time as he seems to enjoy seeing Santini crawl towards the ladder.)

MK: …and your soul winner… John Williams!

HS: He hasn’t won yet, Mike. I know that is what everyone wants, but he hasn’t won yet.

MK: His hand is just inches from the… what the…!? What’s going on? The steel cord is peddling back and forth not allowing Williams to grab it! AND WHERE IS BRYAN PEEK! I bet it’s him doing this!

HS: No he isn’t!

(The shock in Williams’ face is unmemorable as he tries to grab the US Title but the cord is moving in circles not letting him grab it. Santini is now a few feet from the ladder and Williams looks down at him in rage due to what just happened with the cord. Williams smirks and jumps off the ladder to drop his elbow with much power on the back of Santini’s head making his face bounce heavily on the canvas!!)

HS: Oh my God! That didn’t look good at all. Santini is hurting very much.

MK: He looks almost dead!

(Williams immediately rolls outside the ring and sets up a wooden table near one of the corners of the cage. Now Williams, from the outside, reaches Santini with both hands and drags him outside the ring before he hammers away with 3 powerful chops on Dave’s chest. Santini lets out a low groan with every chop. Now Williams drags Santini towards the table and lays him on it face up. The crowd looks on in expectation, wondering what the United States Champion will do next. Williams looks at the US Title which is not circling around anymore. He then looks up at the top corner of the cage and without hesitation, starts climbing up it!)

HS: Oh no! That is a 20-foot drop!

MK: And what makes you think he will jump off the top of the ladder onto… OHMAGOSH!

(At the very same moment Williams is halfway up the cage wall, Peek shows up on the top of the ramp and sees Santini laying face up on the table. He looks up a bit more and stands there in some kind of shock. Very shortly after, Peek rushes down the ramp and enters the cage before sliding inside the ring under the bottom rope. He stands in the middle of the ring, next to the ladder, as he looks on at Williams who has now reaches the top of the cage. Bryan Peek now looks down at Santini who is laying there motionless. Only his stomach moves up and down showing signs of life. Williams stands on the edge of the top of the 20-foot steel cage and looks all the way down at Santini. Without hesitation, and to everyone’s surprise, Williams jump forward doing a 450 Splash.)

HS: THAT IS THE X-TREME ROTATION! OH MY GOD, NO!!

(Many screams are heard coming from the crowd as Santini, in the last split second, rolls off of the table making Williams brake right through it and onto the hard concrete floor!!)

MK: I THINK WILLIAMS IS DEAD!

HS: GET SOME PARAMEDICS OUT HERE RIGHT NOW FOR GOD’S SAKES!

(Peek gets out of the ring immediately and rushes towards Williams to check on him at the same time Santini, with not much effort, gets up and starts walking towards the ring. Peek looks at Dave Santini surprised! He only looks on as Santini gets in the ring, hurting his ribs in the try, and then gets on his feet slowly. He wipes off some of the blood on his face and soon reaches the ladder. Santini looks down at Williams who is lying on top of the entire broken wood, unconscious, while Peek is on one knee looking at Santini, perplexed.)

MK: You must face Santini is a genius! He wasn’t as hurt as we all thought he was!

HS: This is sick! This is a sick sight!

(With lots of efforts, Santini starts climbing the ladder covered by the loud boos from the crowd. Santini grins and finally, without anyone to bother him, slowly grabs the United States Title to Bryan Peek’s awe. The bell rings three times, slowly, as ‘’Pour some sugar on me’’ starts blasting through the speaker system as Santini just drops on his back on the canvas with the United States Title across his chest. Bryan Peek looks down at John Williams and slowly starts walking towards the ring. He stops next to the ring apron for a second and slides in. At this moment, Santini is starting to get up and is on one knee, holding the US Title in one hand and his ribs in the other. Peek walks up to him and raises his right hand the one that has the title with disgust. Santini is still catching breath and when he notices Peek raising his arm, he yanks his hand free and get up quickly, staggering about.)

HS: Ladies and gentlemen, Santini is your new United States Champion.

MK: Is John Williams dead? Paramedics!

(As Santini and Peek stare at each other intensively as the crowd cheers at this and start chanting Bryan Peek’s name again and again. Then, John Williams’ chants confuse with Bryan Peek’s chants as paramedics start rushing to the scene and attend the unconscious Williams. After a few seconds, Peek looks at the United States Title and then back at Santini who has a sick grin on his face, mixed with hatred towards Bryan Peek. Bryan slowly backs up as Santini raises his new United States Title and shows it off to the fans that start booing like there was no tomorrow. Peek gets out of the ring and walks past the Paramedics who now have Williams in a stretcher and a neck brace around Williams’ neck. Bryan gets out of the cage through the whole Williams and Santini made during the match and start to make his way towards the back shaking his head in disgust as ‘’Pour some sugar on me’’ starts playing once again.)

HS: Fans, what an incredible performance shown by both men. This is surely the match of the year so far. Santini is your new AWA United States Champion.

MK: Williams held the United States Title for a long time and I’m sure this is not the way to end a US Title reign, Herb.

HS: I agree with you, Mike. Did you see the way Bryan Peek looked at Santini as he was leaving the ring?

MK: He did a wonderful job as a Special Guest Referee; I’ll have to admit that.

HS: Fans, stay tuned to find out about John Williams condition later in the night. We will keep you informed as we get information from our superiors. But for now, it is back to the Xplosion side of things to get ready for a match even I am waiting to see.

LP: I feel the same way Herb, this one will be great, not to mention that the IC Title is on the line.

FJ: I don’t know who I want to win, but I think I will go with…..Snake, he is surperior.

LP: Well folks this ones about to start.

("EMI" by the Sex Pistols begins to play, and Michael Stevens makes his way to the ring, to a chorus of boos from the large crowd. Stevens slides into the ring and takes up a position waiting for his opponent. "EMI" Fades out and is shortly there after replaced by "Right Now" By KoRn. Snake then steps out onto ramp and the same boos meet him as met Stevens. He reaches the ring and the two meet mid ring and stare each other down.)

LP: Its time folks, we are gonna have a new champion very soon.

(The match gets under way. The Snake starts to trade blows with Michael Stevens. They are pretty evenly matched in this department but Michael Stevens gets a light upper hand. He then hits the ropes and hits a clothesline that drops The Snake. Michael Stevens then starts to pound away on The Snake. He hits him with lefts and rights until he feels satisfied. Michael Stevens stomps away and then backs off as The Snake gets to his feet. The Snake attempts a kick to the gut but The Michael Stevens counters with a Dragon screw leg whip. The Snake tumbles and then grabs his knee in pain.)

LP: "That move will dislocate a knee is a hurry."

FJ: "Oh really? I didn't notice that by the way that The Snake's knee twisted around sideways."

(Michael Stevens then picks up The Snake and hits a body slam. He then goes back to work he picks him up and delivers a suplex. He feels confident now, and then he picks him up and again and plays to the crowd. While doing this he locks in the DDT and drives The Snake to the mat. Michael Stevens is up and the fans are still giving him a great ovation. Michael Stevens decided to wait for The Snake to get up he hits the ropes and attempts a running dropkick, but The Snake counter and grabs his feet. He locks in a single legged Boston crab and drives his foot into the side of The Michael Stevens's head.)

LP: " The Snake is so technically sound, its hard to keep him out of a match."

FJ: "I must agree there, he is quite a wrestler."

LP: "So is Michael Stevens though, he has a great ama…."

FJ: "Who cares"

(Michael Stevens is in this for awhile before he can manage to grab The Snake's foot and force it off his head, he continues on the foot though and finally drags it back far enough that The Snake loses his balance and has to release the hold. The damage is done however and The Michael Stevens is holding his lower back and hip region. The Snake picks him up and locks him into a suplex this time. He stalls at the peak and then drops him perfectly. The Michael Stevens is in big trouble after the perfectly done Suplex. The Snake locks an arm bar in and then quickly turns it into a cradle attempt. 1…….2………..no! Michael Stevens kicks out. The Snake kicks him square in the jaw as he is getting up and then locks in an ankle lock. Michael Stevens is screaming in pain now. The Snake has a somewhat inhuman look on his face as he relishes the Michael Stevens's screams.)

LP: "The Michael Stevens may give up here."

FJ: " The Snake is taking Michael Stevens to school tonight,"

LP: "Oh yeah, look at this counter."

(Michael Stevens is on his feet now, he has struggled his way to one foot, he bends his knees and hops backwards, delivering a back elbow, and another and another. Then Michael Stevens takes advantage of The Snake loosely holding his leg. He forces the same leg up into the face of The Snake kicking him in the nose. The Snake quickly drops and holds his face. The Michael Stevens now goes air born, he heads to the top rope. He raises his arms in the air and leaps off with a guillotine leg drop. He goes for the pin, but only gets a 2 count. The Michael Stevens then capitalizes on another mistake by The Snake. The Snake tries to tackle Michael Stevens, but in doing this Michael Stevens grabs him and hoists him upside down, Michael Stevens then drops to his knees delivering a hangman's DDT. )

LP: "Ouch, what a violent and dangerous move that is."

FJ: "Well I don’t really like the Michael Stevens, but we can see why the Michael Stevens hurts now."

(Michael Stevens goes for the pin again, 1…….2…….no! The Snake kicks out and Michael Stevens seems somewhat frustrated. He hastily picks him up and punches him in the mouth. He then bends him over and attempts the powerbomb. He lifts The Snake up and starts on the way down, however The Snake locks his legs around Michael Stevens’s neck and grabs his head. Michael Stevens drives down but in doing this he can not give enough power to force The Snake to let go. The Snake hooks the leg scissors in deeper and eventually Michael Stevens is down on both knees, being held captive by The Snake. The Snake starts to punch away on the almost helplessly trapped Michael Stevens. He then proceeds to rake his eyes. Michael Stevens falls back as The Snake lets go and then The Snake goes on the attack. He picks up the momentarily blinded Michael Stevens and floats in behind him locking in a German Suplex. Michael Stevens hits hard on the back of his head and The Snake takes advantage again showing his tremendous technical skills, he holds on and delivers another one. This time he does let go and then picks The Michael Stevens up from behind and then delivers a reverse suplex. The Michael Stevens is in a world of trouble until The Snake attempts a full nelson that The Michael Stevens slides out of and allows him to slide in behind The Snake. Michael Stevens delivers a full nelson of him own. But this one turns into a slam. Michael Stevens goes for the cover. 1……..2…..no! The Snake kicks out, Michael Stevens seems to have seen enough and it would seem as though he wants to take The Snake to the top rope. As he is about to set him on the top rope The Snake goes low, and delivers a nasty uppercut to the groin area. Michael Stevens hits the ground. The Snake seemingly out of instinct grabs his feet, and then hoists the larger man up and delivers an upside down suplex, that causes the Michael Stevens's head to bounce off the turnbuckle, and in turn knocks the Michael Stevens out cold.)

LP: Wow, what a move, and out of nowhere too, Snake may have this one

FJ: I think your right Porter, Stevens looks like he is out of it.

(Snake crawls over and covers Stevens, the ref gets into position and counts 1.…2.…3!!!!!)

LP: Its over, Snake wins, and he is the new Intercontinental Champion.

FJ: What did I tell you Porter, Snake is great. All hail your new IC Champ. THE SNAKE.

LP: Folks no time to stop now, our next match is all ready to begin, and this is one I cant wait for.

LP: Frank, can you just stop and see the light for just a moment. This will be one hell of a match. Folks I hope you have a couple of minutes, or an hour to be exact, and an hour of fast paced, in your face action.

FJ: Your delusional Porter, when are you gonna see that this match should be held somewhere that us real fans don’t have to see it.

(DING, DING, DING the bell sounds 3 times and the ring announcer is standing in the middle of the ring.)

Ring Announcer: "Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is the Iron Man Match up for the AWA Cruiserweight championship of the World. Both competitors will wrestle for a full 60-minutes and there must be a winner, And now to the match-up."

(Erie music hits and the lights change to a blue tint and move in a way to make it seem that the whole arena is under water, the "Trendy" by Reel Big Fish hits and the lights flash back on as water shoots from the stage and the Fish dead sprints to the ring, slapping the occasional hand.)

Ring Announcer: "In the ring, introduced first and the challenger. He is the most recognizable and only super-hero in the AWA. Standing at a proud 5 feet 9 inches weighing in at 165 lbs., From 20,000 leagues under the Sea residing in the Fish Cove of parts unknown he is the one, the only, The Fiiiiiiiiiiiish!"

(The crowd cheers on Fish, the super-hero of the American Wrestling Alliance, receiving huge applaud and cheers from the fans. He stands at his corner and awaits the arrival of his opponent.)

Ring Announcer: "And now his opponent, from the Windy City of Chicago, Illinois, Standing in at 6 feet tall exactly, weighing in at 225lbs. Being accompanied to the ring by his Manager Amanda di’ Vaio. He is the AWA Cruiserweight Champion of the World! "Blackjack" Michael Vaaaaaaaaaayda!"

(Booker T and The MG’s- "Green Onions" hits the loud speaker and they make there way out from the back and down the entrance ramp, as the guitars chime in and Pyros Explode down the ramp way, shooting straight up. Blackjack throws off his leather Jacket as he raises both arms in the air to the crowd and the Cruiserweight gold is seen even better securely around his Waist. Both Fish and Blackjack take a glance at each other and go to there respected corners .)

(The ring announcer exits the ring, and the referee calls both men to the center of the ring, as Blackjack holds the Championship over his shoulder and The Fish takes a look at it. The referee stands there explaining the rules and his ground rules as the officiator of the match. Both men nod their head and Blackjack hands the title belt over to the ref who holds it high in the air and then hands it over to the ring announcer outside. Blackjack and Amanda both look at eachother and nod heads as Amanda puts her hands together and lifts them up to Blackjack smiling as she sends a hope and prayer up to him and makes her way up the entrance ramp to the back. The Ref rings the bell and both men stand tall in the center of the ring. They each look directly in each others eyes and at the same time hold out hands of respect and shake hands as they then back away and walk around in circles of each other before they first lock up and struggle for position.)

LP: "And we are underway for 60 straight minutes of non-stop action between the top two Cruiserweights in the world."

FJ: "That’s great Larry, I got an hour long nap."

LP: "How rude Frank. This match is promising to have every element wrestling needs all wrapped up in one hour."

(Both men jock for position in the basic collar and elbow tie-up with the larger Blackjack wearing the Fish down but Fish turns fast and hits a snapmare. He goes to lock in a headlock but Blackjack turns and hits a snapmare of his own. He brings Fish down to the mat with a side headlock and holds it in, applying the pressure into it. Fish tries to push out but to no avail, Fish grabs Blackjack and rolls him over into a pin with a bridge, quick kickout. Both men roll out and onto their feet as Fish delivers a deep arm drag to Blackjack, who rolls back up and gets another arm drag by Fish. Fish goes for another but Blackjack catches him in a side headlock and brings him back down to the mat.)

LP: "Blackjack, is really changing the game up on this one."

FJ: "Zzzz"

LP: "Wake up Frank! Fish is trying to use his speed to his advantage but Blackjack is changing up the style of this very division and keeping him grounded."

FJ: "I was having this dream that we were watching quality wrestling and I was having a good time, Larry you were there..."

LP: "We are watching quality wrestling and you should be having a good time."

(Fish struggles in the side headlock tries to get out but to no avail. He tries again and manages to push out and spin over the top of his opponent locking in a hammerlock and a front face lock. Fish arches up and pushes all his weight down into the maneuver. Blackjack reaches out an arm, struggling to get out but can’t quite make it yet.)

LP: "Fish is now taking it to the mat and changing up his own style for the advantage."

FJ: "55 more minutes, look at that clock over there, just keeps ticking away."

LP: "55 more minutes and things can only pick up from here."

(Fish continues to apply pressure on the hold but Blackjack uses his weight to his advantage and gets back to his feet as Fish keeps the hold on to the best of his ability. Blackjack then grabs Fish around the waist and lifts him up onto his shoulder, Fish keeps the hold on. Blackjack then runs and slams Fish back into the far corner. Fish falls into the corner and Blackjack starts delivering shoulder thrusts. He hits three hard thrusts then hip tosses Fish out of the corner and follows him down quickly locking in a dragon sleeper but with Fish flat on his back. )

LP: "These two men are both showing their great mat wrestling skills."

FJ: "I like it better when the do flips and sh*t."

LP: "Watch your mouth Frank, and I’m sure there is some high flying action still to come."

(Fish remains in the hold trying to break the hold with his hands but it isn’t working. Then Fish barrel rolls quick to his right to try and break the hold but Blackjack rolls right with him and keeps the hold locked in to the crowds applause. Fish begins to kick his legs in an attempt to get some blood circulating and we see that Blackjack is struggling a little to keep a good grip on Fish so he decides to change to hold to a classic dragon sleeper. With both men standing now it looks as though Fish is getting close to giving up then out of no where he back flips over Blackjack and locks in a dragon sleeper of his own on the way down.)

LP: "What a counter by Fish with 50 minutes left in this match."

FJ: Finally a flip or something.

(Fish holds his own keeping Blackjack securely locked in his own dragon sleeper. The crowd cheers on his magnificent counter and Blackjack is being worn down lower and lower to the mat while Fish puts one knee down and holds his other under the back of Blackjack. Blackjack is starting to fade, his arms falling weak as his struggle dwindles down. Fish pulls on it more and the ref grabs Blackjacks arm shaking it some to see if he’s still alive into this and Blackjaks arm shoots right up bouncing a leg up and down and he clubs Fishes head until Fish loosens his grip and lets go of the sleeper. Grabbing his head as he walks against the ropes and shakes it off. Blackjack is getting to his feet but Fish bounces off the ropes and flips over Blackjack landing a sunset flip. ONE...TWO...kickout)

FJ: Another flip!

LP: An excellent move going for the cover right after wearing the Champion down.

FJ: It’s a flip...

LP: It’s a cover Frank.

(Fish rolls back and out of the cover then hits a drop kick right in the face as the match starts to pick up. Fish grabs Blackjack and lifts him up throwing him into the ropes and locking in a sleeper hold, slowing the pace again. But Blackjack is soon to counter it with a Backdrop but Fish flips to his feet and pushes Blackjack into the ropes and rolls him up with a cover, but to no avail. He charges Blackjack again but BJ backdrops him over the ropes to the apron and Fish lands on his feet. He springboards over and hits a headscissors coming from behind and quickly locks in a side headlock.)

LP: Excellent strategies by the former champion, pick up the pace then take control by slowing it down.

FJ: He’s good at those flips, but the only good Fish is a flopping dead one,

LP: So you like BJ then?

FJ: I hate cards to!

(Blackjack slaps the mat and Fish locks it in to the crowd’s applause once more. Blackjack now rolls to his side and into a pin and a bridge however but only gets a two count. Fish quickly gets up to his feet but is met by a hip toss then followed by a dropkick to the face. Then a cover.)

LP: Fish kicked out.

FJ: no flips there or covers. This is going to be a while

LP: Just about another 45 minutes Frank.

(Blackjack hits the ropes and knocks Fish down with a clothesline, he picks him up and sends him into the ropes for a backdrop, Fish slowly gets up and Blackjack grabs him by the neck and hits a swinging neck breaker. Fish thuds and grabs his neck and then Blackjack hits the ropes and springboards off them with a moonsault. He goes for the cover.)

LP: Could it be a fall? NO! Fish kicks out and Blackjack continues the attack.

FJ: big flip, big flip!

(Blackjack grabs Fish and whips him into the ropes and on the return hits a kick to the gut and a Face buster on his knee as Fish grabs his face and stumbles back and Blackjack picks Fish up onto his shoulders but Fish squirms free and hits the ropes but gets caught quickly and planted with a power slam. Blackjack hits the cover again. But still Fish kicks out. Blackjack gets up and grabs Fish by the head but Fish quickly rolls him up in a small package. ONE...TWO... BJ is struggling...kick out!)

LP: That one was close.

FJ: I’d agree...ya know not as though I’m really into this one or anything...

(Both participants get up quick, Fish hits a hip-toss, then an arm drag and as Blackjack is getting up from the maneuvers Fish charges and hits a climb-up enziguiri that echoes through the arena. BJ goes face first to the mat and Fish gets back to his feet, he goes to the outside and springboards up and over for a senton splash on the back of Blackjack but he rolls under and Fish misses but rolls away. Blackjack gets up and tries to catch fish on the return but telegraphs the maneuver and gets caught between the legs for the DSD. Blackjack tries and tries but BAM gets hit with it and Fish rolls him up for the cover.)

LP: Fish hit it at 40 minutes and gets the first victory!

FJ: The first, theres more?

LP: Those are the rules Frank.

(Fish rolls away and gets up to his corner as Blackjack starts to get up to his feet. He shakes his head, obviously disappointed but gets the cobwebs off and gets to a knee Fish is already on the attack as there are no breaks and he rolls Blackjack up in another cover. Blackjack is quick to kick out however and gets back to his feet. Fish goes for a lock-up with Blackjack but he ducks and hits a right hand to the face. It catches fish off guard and you can tell under the mask he is smiling a little and Blackjack smiles back, friends or not they both know it’s the rules of the game and appreciate that. Blackjack then goes for a lock-up but Fish counters it with a chop of his own. Blackjack grabs his chest then hits a right hand to the Fish and Fish retaliates with a chop, then another and Blackjack hits a chop of his own. Backing Fish up but Fish comes back and hits a right hand then a left, then a body shot but Blackjack hits a body shot of his own. He hits a left and an! other left right in the body then a square right to eh face as Fish drops.)

LP: Blackjack has experience with throwing punches in past matches, multiple times as he beaten people like that.

FJ: Maybe he was a boxer?

LP: He’s been wrestling since high school I don’t see where boxing could have come in, just a knack for hitting it good I would say. Talent Frank, it exists ya know.

FJ: Not with these two...unless its flips and stuff.

(Blackjack lets Fish back up and they lock up in the middle of the ring with Fish getting the advantage as he whips Blackjack into the corner. He charges but gets met by a boot to the face and sent down to the mat with a sleeper hold neckbreaker. Blackjack hits the ropes and comes back with a running shooting star press from the mat but Fish rolls away and Blackjack hits hard on his stomach. He grabs his stomach as he gets up to his knees but Fish is already on the attack and hits a short headscissors take down before Blackjack even gets up to both feet. Blackjack saisl away and gets back up with the motion of his landing. Fish goes for a hip toss on him.)

LP: What a counter by Blackjack.

FJ: They should do diving with all those flips.

(Blackjack reversed the hip-toss in mid-air and connected with the Ace of Spade diamond cutter. Fish lands hard and BJ goes for the cover. ONE, TWO, THREE! Blackjack rolls away and takes a breath on his knees as Fish lays there for a second.)

LP: This match is really becoming apparently grueling on both men, its almost at the halfway mark with 33 minutes to go.

FJ: This thing never ends, its longer then most never ending matches.

LP: That’s because its an Iron man, it s a marathon match Frank, last time you’re getting it explained to you.

(They each get up, partly stumbled and they gain there ground. Each throw right hands at the same time and each connect. Fish then hits one and Blackjack retaliates. They exchange lefts and rights dead center in the ring. Blackjack gains the advantage with harder right hands, consecutively to the face as he backs Fish up into the ropes; he whips Fish into the other side and catches him with a huge spine buster and pops right up to his feet stomping Fish a few times in the stomach. Blackjack grabs The Fish by the leg and bends him back, trying to lock in the Chicago Snap.)

LP: Blackjack is going to get victory!

(Fish wiggles and counters out sending Blackjack face first into the turnbuckle padding and Fish gets up to his feet and delivers multiple thrust to the gut of Blackjack with his shoulders. Fish delivers forearm smashes to the face and sets Blackjack up on the top-rope, he punches him a few more times then backs up and charges up arm dragging Blackjack off the top and hard back down to the canvas.)

LP: Huge move by Fish.

FJ: I’m starting to take a liking to this match.

LP: Well that certainly is something coming from you Frank.

FJ: I will take that as a compliment then.

(With such a huge move Fish comes charging and hits coral crush standing shooting star and connects with it. He goes for a cover. ONE, TWO, THR.... kickout! Fish Gets Blackjack by the feet and catapults him into the turnbuckle farthest from the ramp and Blackjack gets sent high hitting his face on the ring post as he falls back and gets rolls up in a school-boy. Blackjack kicks out however and Fish gets up to his feet grabbing Blackjack by the head and whips him to the ropes, but the whip is countered. On the return Fish hits a big Jumping clothesline and lands on his feet sending Blackjack hard down and then he continues running and springboards off the middle rope hitting a modified springboard corkscrew moon Sault.)

LP: What innovation by The Fish thinking right on his toes hitting Total Blue.

FJ: That was a mighty fine flip spin, I liked that one...for a Fish.

LP: Yea Frank, agreed.

(Blackjack grips his stomach in pain and gets a quick cover put on him. The ref counts it and Blackjack is out. ONE...TWO...THR...kickout! The fans cheer him on and Fish hits a quick dropkick to the side that rolls Blackjack under the ropes and he slowly gets to his feet on the apron. Fish leaps over the dazed and resting Blackjack and catches him for a sunsent flip powerbomb to the outside but Blackjack counters it and jumps on Fish’s shoulders quickly delivering hurricanrana that’s sends him into the announce table. Blackjack slowly gets to his feet resting against the apron and the ref starts the outside count.)

LP: The ref has to be very strict in this match.

FJ: Doesn’t leave much fun.

LP: It’s 23 minutes and counting and its been nothing but fun.

(TWO...THREE...Blackjack grabs the Fish and short arm whips him into the apron and hits a hard shoulder to his gut. FOUR...FIVE... Fish stumbles out and Blackjack hits a Russian Leg sweep on the outside and gets back to his feet and slides back in the ring. SIX...SEVEN...EIGHT.... Fish is only to his knees now.)

LP: Blackjack playing this smart, getting an easy victory advantage by getting The Fish counted out.

FJ: Isn’t that kind of cheating?

LP: You’d like it then...but no it’s strategy.

LP: Maybe that’s not what he’s doing BIG MOVE!

(Blackjack just bounced off the ropes and hit a suicide dive through them at the count of Nine colliding with the Fish and restarting the count as both men are out on the floor, colliding with each other and the announce table as well as the hard floor.)

LP: What impact.

FJ: That was reckless...i like endangerment.

LP: You are a strange mixed up man Frank.

FJ: Just lucky I guess.

(Blackjack grabs the table and pulls himself up as the ref hits FOUR on the count outside. He yells at both men to get in the ring and Blackjack goes halfway then hops up on the apron and runs off it hitting a hard elbow on the outside on the chest of Fish. The crowd cheers even louder, everyone in the arena getting into this and chanthing on the ends of there seats for the action off both men. Blackjack grabs Fish and throws him under the bottom rope and slides back in the ring. He points up and to the corner as he grabs the tunbuckle and ascends upwards.)

LP: Wheres he going?

FJ: Up top!

LP: You’re into this Frank.

FJ: It’s got hard good action Porter, I can’t help myself...I’m so ashamed.

(Blackjack perches up on the top and looks at all the fans as he jumps off and literally floats in air with an elbow drop that he misses.)

LP: Blackjack took a chance when he had the momentum and lost it all.

FJ; Its intense Porter, its really intense.

LP: You’re turning over a new leaf Frank.

FJ: No really I’m not, don’t be fooled...please.

LP: The tables now turned.

(The ref starts a count for them in the ring. Both men out as he screams the numbers. The numbers climb as both men start to stir, already at six. Fish has the advantage as he is already holding onto the second and the third, while Blackjack struggles to his knees. Fish gets a surge of energy and kicks Blackjack in the gut and hooks him up in a suplex and lands in a brain buster, he turns spins his legs and picks him back up and delivers another, and finally with a bit of more effort he lifts him up and delivers another big brain buster. Fish gets back up to his feet and looks at the screaming fans then looks over to the corner.)

LP: I think he might be getting ready for it.

FJ: For what?

LP: The Flyin’ Fish

(Fish leaps up to the top rope and looks down at Blackjack. In an instant Fish stands tall on the top rope takes a breath and leaps high into the air completely flipping one and a half times and landing on Blackjack with a leg drop.)

LP: Fish hit it!

FJ: WOW!

LP: That’s it, he’s up two to one.

(Fish goes for the cover after all the flashes die down and the ref counts it. ONE...TWO...THREE!)

LP: And he gets it, Fish has the advantage and Blackjack really needs to pick up his game.

FJ: Whats the time?

LP: To think you’re actually curious about the on going match, 18 minutes to go.

(Fish goes for another cover right afterwards. ONE...TWO...THREE!)

LP: Blackjack kicked out. At the last second Blackjack kicked out.

(Fish grabs Blackjack and tosses him into the corner, the pace slowing down some as both men are declining with exhaustion. Fish gives Blackjack a few body shots and them spins him out of the corner and hops on the second rope locking in a headlock. Fish goes for a tornado DDT but the move is countered in the spin and Blackjack drops Fish with an inverted atomic drop. Blackjack throws Fish into the ropes and goes for a clothesline but its ducked and on the return Fish hits the Drop Sault and lands in the pin.)

LP: What an amazing maneuver that is.

FJ: He kinda just flipped kicked landed on him, is he a jumping bean under that mask?

LP: No he’s still The Fish.

(Fish locks both arms of Blackjack and rolls him over onto his stomach wrenching back, pulling and tugging with pressure.)

LP: The Rip Tide. Fish is dominating this match right now.

FJ: That looks like it hurts.

LP: Kind of duh Frank, but good effort, you’ve been fun to commentate with tonight.

(Fish continues the hold, pulling back as Blackjack screams in pain, the look of expression on his face says it all.Writhing in pain as Fish comes close to his next victory.)

LP: Fish is really locking in Blackjack to the Rip Tide.

FJ: He’s screaming like a baby.

LP: He’s been wrestling for 45 minutes and in pain from such a hold. Fish has another victory now!

(Blackjack somehow manages to counter the hold and bends his legs back pulling fish to the mat on his shoulders and getting up to his knees breaking the move and holding him down into a pin fall.)

LP: What a counter!

FJ: Stop screaming.

LP: This match is to exciting, it deserves all the enthusiasm in the world.

(ONE...TWO...THREE!)

LP: NO Fish kicked out!

FJ: Whose winning?

LP: Fish is leading two to one.

(Fish rolls Blackjack up ONE TWO kickout. Blackjack pushes him up and off but Fish comes back and dropkicks him in the face then picks him up and whips him into the turnbuckle. He splashes him in the corner and sets him up on it. He goes to the outside and pulls him up more, as both men are now standing on the top rope. Fish looks to the fans and grabs Blackjack by the neck. He goes to hit a neck breaker from the top but Blackjack pushes Fish off and grabs the top rope. Fish hits hard and Blackjack leaps off with a picture perfect elbow drop right into the chest.)

LP: Fish tried to go for the Title Wave but it was blocked.

FJ: That looked like it hurt...both impacts.

LP: Picture perfect and now he’s going for the cover. ONE...TWO...THREE! Blackjack just tied the score, its now two to two and 10 minutes left.

FJ: It’s intense Porter, so close to the end of all of this finally!

LP: And now your mood goes back to normal.

(The two men are each in the middle of the ring, trying to push themselves up. Slowly making there way into it as Blackjack hits a grabs Fish around the waist and hits a hard German suplex and goes for the bridge but falls to the mat and lets go. Pulling himself back up to his feet, and grabbing Fish pulling him up. He puts Fish down and pulls him up, going for a cradle piledriver but Fish shakes out and sends him to the mat on his back and bridges over him for the pin.ONE! TWO! Kickout!)

LP: Fish countered that devastating maneuver but couldn’t quite get the pinfall.

FJ: They look kind of tired.

LP: Well they have been wrestling for about 52 minutes.

(Fish goes for a standing firemen’s carry, But Blackjack counters out and wiggles to the side and behind Fish and goes for an Olympic slam. Fish jumps out of the way however but is met by a mule kick to the gut and then an attempted 3.0 that Fish backflips out of and onto his feet. He hits the ropes and jumps off with a crossbody that gets rolled through and then rolled through again into the ropes, breaking things up. Both men get up and Blackjack gets the advantage turning Fish around and into the Tenacity!)

LP: That’s Blackjacks old finishing move!

FJ: He like wrenches peoples necks like that, its mean.

LP: He could have this one!

(Fish counters out!)

LP: Fish avoided that one.

FJ: I would to.

LP: Well that is kind of what wrestling is about.

( Fish spins out of the move facing Blackjack and goes for the Devastator on Blackjack but Blackjack pushes him off and into the ropes and goes for a super kick that gets caught by Fish. Fish spins Blackjack around and goes for a clothesline but it gets ducked and Blackjack goes for the Ace of Spades but he gets shoved into the turnbuckle face first and then Fish lifts him up and into the Fin-isher.)

LP: Fish has him up.

FJ: That could break your neck!

LP: The Fish has it... ( Fish gets ready and starts...but suddenly Blackjack flips out of the move and grabs Fish by the leg tripping him to the mat and wrenching back. Locking in his Submission maneuver.)

LP: The Chicago Snap!

FJ: There’s a screaming Fish in there!

LP: Theres only 25 more seconds left! (Blackjack is tugging back on the move, Fish is leg is arched and Blackjacks one knee is right by his head, making it completely vertical. Hurting the back, knee and upperleg all in one.)

LP: 12 more seconds!

FJ: Fish don’t have legs though!

LP: 7 seconds! (Blackjack pulls as the final 3 numbers are counted down. THREE!TWO! Tap out! The fish is tapping furiously as Blackjack lets go and Fish falls to the mat as Blackjack falls back in exhaustion.)

LP: Blackjack did it, he proved himself to the world!

FJ: But hey...i don’t like them anyways.

LP: Don’t think we forgot your commentary on this one.

FJ: Shhh...

LP: The torch has been fully passed down onto Blackjack. He has proved to us all that he deserves that title and the claim to being the greatest Cruiserweight in the world today.

FJ: That’s deep Porter, real deep. Ring Announcer: Here is your winner and STILLLLLL AWA Cruiserweight Champion of the world. "Blackjack" Michaeeeeeeel Vayda. ( Amanda rushes down to the ring, smiling and ecstatic to the victory. She puts the championship over Blackjacks shoulder and helps sit him up, helping him up from the exhaustion. Fish is pulling himself up in the corner and Blackjack walks over there and taps him on the shoulder. Fish stands, turns, and Blackjack extends a handshake. Fish gladly excepts and both men shake then hug each other, tapping one another’s backs as they raise each others arms in the air.)

LP: What respect and admiration both these men hold for eachother!

FJ: Yea, yea all the mushy stuff. Good match and all...

LP: Excellent match and Exceelent competitors and respected atheletes for such sportsmanship and talent.

LP: WOW, Are you impressed with the Cruiserweight division now Frank?

FJ: You know, I must admit, all joking aside, that was one hell of a match, good show.

LP: My god, did I just hear that right?

(Suddenly our scene cuts to Fish walking up the ramp still exhausted from the hour long war when suddenly Snake and another superstar appear atop the ramp with a chair in hand, and he decks The Fish sending him to the floor hard. The unknown superstar begins to hammer the boots into Fish as Snake looks down at him and begins screaming at him. Snake then pulls out a microphone and begins to speak.)

Snake: SO Fish, not so big now are you. I see you have met a close personal friend of mine. Now for the good of the rest of you let me introduce you to John "Fury" Heights. Take a good look at his face, because for many of you, this face will be the last one you see before you leave the arena on a gurney .

(Fish tries numerous times to get up but each time Snake drops him with another boot. Suddenly We see Tre Wilson come bursting out from behind the curtain.)

LP: Thank god, someone has come to stop this travesty.

(Wilson backs Snake off and helps Fish to his feet and stares down Snake and Fury, Wilson then questions the Fish to see that he is okay. The Fish seems to nod and Wilson takes a step back but then turns and levels the Fish with a hard clothesline. Wilson and Fury pull Fish Back up, and Snake backs up to give him another boot, but as he does the crowd goes nuts as we see Black Jack running up the ramp Steel Chair in Hand. Wilson, Fury and Snake take off to the back as Black Jack drops the chair to check on his friend. The two men disappear behind the curtain and we cut back to the Xplosion announce table.)

LP: Ladies and gentlemen all I can say is thank god for Black Jack.

FJ: No, I was so enjoying that.

LP: Snakes actions tonight, along with that group of unmentionables were deplorable. But folks the show must go on. So now, it is the moment we have all been waiting for, sit back and enjoy this one, its time for the Xplosion main event.

LP: Wrestling fans, this is it, the big one, the match for the AWA World Heavyweight title. Now, for the last couple of weeks, the AWA World Champion The Legendary Low and his challenger, C-Rock, have been uncharacteristically quiet, but sources have informed me BOTH were training for this match very intensely.

FJ: And C-Rock better trained harder than ever before. You know, after all, he got this match HANDED to him.

LP: Well, I'd rather say he saw his value to Xplosion, and Ted Goldstein agreed with him when he signed him to that huge contract.

FJ: And speaking of contracts, there is another rumour surrounding The Leg...

LP: No, there is NOTHING. Anyway, before we go to this match we are going to cut backstage to Ramona A. Stone and The Legendary Low.

(We cut to the back where Low is in front of his locker room. Ramona is standing next to him. The World title is draped across Low's shoulder and Low is patting it every now and then.)

LOW: C-Rock, this is your big night. Tonight, you have the chance to make your own entry into the AWA's record books. Tonight, you have the chance to become the first man since December 2001 to cleanly beat The Legendary Low in a straight one-on-one match for this World Heavyweight title.

Yes, I was very quiet lately, as were you. But that doesn't mean a thing, because ultimately matches are won inside that ring and not in front of a camera. And when it comes to winning, especially winning on the big stage, there is no one... I repeat, NO ONE... that can lace my boots!

And that includes legends such as Jack Happy, Mortis Valley, Drake Hyde, Dave Santini, or even that other World Champion, Brian Williams! No one has headlined as many high profile events as I have, no one but me has held the AWA World title in each and every year since 2001 and no one has come out on top of pay-per-view main events as often as I have.

So C-Rock, I have a feeling from your comments last night that you know very well whom exactly you are facing – you are facing the GREATEST professional wrestler in the history of the AWA. There are probably 27 other guys claiming the same, but The Only Low is the only one with enough drive, power and talent to have consistently proved it during the past three and a half years.

And tonight, C-Rock, you will find out exactly what I mean when I talk about... Low Profile...

(With that, we cut back to the arena and suddenly "Made You Look" by Nas begins to play as the fans rise from their chairs and cheer for the challenger. C-Rock walks out from the back and walks down the ramp, slapping hands of several fans.)

LP: C-Rock is an accomplished superstar here in the AWA. He is one of the few currently active men, along with Dave Santini, John Blaze and his opponent tonight, to have wrestled in the AWA in 2000. He is a former Hardcore Champion, a former Television Champion and shares the record for most United States title reigns with "Dark Warrior" Jeff Christianson, winning it on three different occasions. And, along with Dark Warrior, he held the Tag team title as well... the last title he has held.

FJ: Yeah, yeah, he IS accomplished, so what? Tonight he faces the man that created a new definition for accomplished in the AWA.

(C-Rock walks up the stairs and climbs into the ring. The fans cheer even more as C-Rock climbs the corner and raises his fist into the air. The cheers quickly turn into boos as "I Wanna Be Your Dog" by Iggy Pop begins to play. The Legendary Low and Ramona A. Stone step out from the back and slowly walk down the ramp, clearly enjoying the huge amount of boos. Low seems concentrated, but Ramona, of course, gets into a few shouting matches with some fans.)

FJ: Now we're talking accomplished, Larry! Here we see the first-ever Grand Slam Champion! The 2001 King Of The Kage and Wrestler Of The Year. Three-time Match Of The Year award winner. A man that has beaten EVERYONE: Jack Happy, Drake Hyde, Black Dragon, Hangman, Snakebite, Mortis Valley, Brian Williams, Adam Bawm, The Fish, Steven Caldera, Dave Santini, John Williams, Ray Owens, Dark Warrior...

LP: WE GET IT!

FJ: This man is a former Tag Team Champion. He is a two-time Cruiserweight Champion, a former Hardcore Champion, a two-time Television Champion and a two-time United States Champion. And most importantly, he is the man that set the standard for each and every following World Champion to measure themselves with.

LP: We know you've always been a fan of him.

FJ: You're damn right, Larry. Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, the reigning and FIVE-TIME AWA Heavyweight Champion of the World... The Legendary Low!

LP: You're done yet?

FJ: I made it short.

(Low enters the ring with a determined look on his face. He hands the belt to Ramona and then walks into the middle of the ring, staring C-Rock right into the eyes. The referee, who unsuccessfully tried to get the belt from Ramona to hold it into the air, is talking to them, explaining the rules to them.)

FJ: Come on, ref, let them start already. They're experienced veterans, they don't need an explanation of the rules.

LP: Well, Low might sometimes forget about them.

FJ: Nope, he just doesn't play by them.

(The referee signals for the bell. Low starts trash-talking C-Rock and apparently strikes a nerve, as C-Rock slaps Low to the 'ooohs' of the fans.)

FJ: See, Porter, C-Rock is showing nerves.

LP: Well, we know Low has a talent to get under people's skin.

(Low tries to hit C-Rock with a right fist, but C-Rock ducks and hits a fist to Low's head himself. He starts nailing Low's head and backs him into the corner. He follows up with three knife edge chops, each followed by the fans' 'whoooo'. C-Rock whips Low into the opposite corner and charges with an attempted clothesline, but Low quickly gets out of the corner and C-Rock hits the turnbuckle. Now it's Low's turn hitting the chops, and he's almost going berserk on C-Rock, hitting a series of TWELVE chops in rapid fire fashion in the corner.)

FJ: Here we go, obviously Low isn't here to play any games. The fans almost weren't fast enough with their 'whooos', that's how quick Low was.

(Low gets C-Rock out of the corner with a snapmare. Low goes into the ropes and goes for an elbow drop, but C-Rock moves out of the way and Low lands on his elbow. C-Rock shows Low how to do it and hits two elbow drops on Low's neck, followed by a leg drop. C-Rock covers and gets only a one count.)

LP: C-Rock with the first pinfall attempt of this match.

FJ: But Low kicked out easily.

(C-Rock pulls Low up and Irish whips him into the ropes. As Low bounces off, C-Rock goes for a clothesline, but Low ducks and quickly spins around, hitting C-Rock with another chop. C-Rock ducks a second chop, however, and lifts Low up, hitting an inverted atomic drop. As Low stands slightly bend over, C-Rock goes into the ropes and hits the clothesline. Another cover only gets one, however.)

FJ: It's just too early in the match.

LP: Then again, these two have been going a fast pace the whole match so far, so obviously they are going to get tired faster than usually if they keep up with that style.

(Both men are back up on their feet. The camera cuts to Ramona who is clutching the title belt and is closely following the match. C-Rock hits Low with a kick to the gut and then hits a quick DDT. Cover gets one..... two..... and a kick out. C-Rock applies a headlock, but Low quickly gets up to his knees and hits a series of elbows into C-Rock's short ribs. Low Irish whips C-Rock into the ropes and then seemingly wants to go for a spinebuster, but C-Rock counters with a kick to Low's head. Low nails C-Rock with a right fist, however, and charges him, but C-Rock counters by applying a sleeper hold.)

LP: Smart move here by C-Rock, as he is dictating the pace of the match and proving that he belongs in the same ring with Low.

(Low tries to fight the sleeper hold, but C-Rock holds on and finally forces Low to his knees. Ramona paces back and forth on the outside, as the fans cheer for C-Rock. Low is out on his knees as C-Rock holds on, but suddenly the cheers turn into irritated boos as Ramona climbs onto the apron and starts yelling at C-Rock. C-Rock, however, ignores her, other than the referee, who has walked over to Ramona, trying to get her off the apron. Low uses the distraction, though, to hit a nasty-looking low blow as the crowd gasps. Ramona drops off the apron and C-Rock drops to the mat.)

LP: That just isn't fair.

FJ: Well, is it fair that Ted Goldstein makes the challengers these days? Besides, C-Rock would have done the same under different circumstances.

(C-Rock is holding his groin while Low is catching his breath. Low is the first men back up. He walks over to C-Rock and then mounts him to hit a series of lefts and rights to C-Rock's head. Low is relentless, forcing C-Rock to try and cover his head with both his arms and causing the referee to step in.)

LP: Low is now really wrestling close to the edge of the rules, so to speak.

FJ: Yeah, so what? It's not as if he has any reason not to.

(Low pulls C-Rock up again, Irish whips him again and this time he hits the spinebuster. A cover gets one..... two..... and a kick out. Low apparently has decided to work over C-Rock's back as he starts stomping away at it. He then pulls C-Rock up again and whips him into the corner. Following him there, he hits a closed fist and then a chop... a fist... a chop... a fist... a chop... a fist... a chop... repeating this combination until the referee steps in one more time. Low then lifts C-Rock up to the turnbuckle and follows him there.)

FJ: Yeah, he might bend the rules a little, but Larry, we ALL know that this man can WRESTLE!

LP: Both men are up in the corner now and it seems Low is setting C-Rock up for a superplex.

(Indeed he does, but C-Rock tries to fight out of the predicament. C-Rock is successful and sends Low crashing to the mat with a series of headbutts and a well-placed fist to the head of the Champion. C-Rock now rises and looks into the crowd as he prepares to hit one of his trademark moves, the flying elbow drop. He launches off the ropes, but just before he can hit Low, Low rolls out of the way and C-Rock crashes down to the mat.)

FJ: There's the difference – Low only takes calculated risks, C-Rock just wasn't careful enough.

(Low rises to his feet again and applies the Fujiwara armbar on C-Rock's now obviously hurting arm. C-Rock, however, is able to quickly grab the ropes, but Low doesn't release the Fujiwara. The fans boo Low as the referee frantically starts to count, but Low simply ignores him and pulls back on the hurting arm. Finally, the referee pulls Low's long orange hair and manages to get him off of C-Rock.)

FJ: Whoa, the referee's life now isn't secure anymore.

(Low jumps up and has an enraged look on his face. He goes after the referee, but the referee starts running and leaves the ring. Low follows him, but C-Rock catches Low before he can get the referee and hits a German suplex. He pulls Low up and goes for a second one and hits again. C-Rock goes for a third one, but Low counters with an elbow to C-Rock's head, spins around and hits a German suplex into a bridge himself. The referee counts one..... two..... kick out! Low pulls C-Rock up and whips him into the corner again. He lifts him up, follows him and sets him up for a top rope superplex again. This time Low is successful and hits the superplex with full force.)

LP: Great execution and elevation on that superplex.

(Low crawls over and covers C-Rock, getting one..... two..... kick out! Low now stomps away at C-Rock's arm and again the referee has to step in – and again, Low ignores him.)

LP: It almost appears as if Low tries to get himself disqualified here.

FJ: Come on, he never does that. This is a man that takes pride in his five World title reigns. He simply plays by his own rules and he's making sure C-Rock understands what he's gotten himself into.

(As the referee warns Low and starts counting again, Low dares him to disqualify him and continues stomping at C-Rock's arm. Ramona is climbing onto the apron again now and Low slides out of the ring and grabs a chair which he brings with him into the ring. He lifts the chair high above his head and sends it crashing down on C-Rock's back. The referee hears this and pushes Ramona off the apron. He storms over to Low and warns him again, but Low doesn't care and hits C-Rock's arm with the chair.)

LP: He is NOT trying to get himself disqualied, huh?

FJ: NO! You don't understand how Low works, you idiot.

LP: He works unfair!

(Low goes for a third chair shot, but the referee prevents it by grabbing the chair and trying to pull it out of Low's hands. Low, however, simply pushes the referee to the mat and hits a third chair shot, this time right across C-Rock's head.)

LP: Oh no, C-Rock skull is busted open!

FJ: YES! I love that kind of stuff!

LP: But I am afraid the referee now has no choice but to disqualify Low.

FJ: Ahhh, so be it.

(The referee now runs at Low and pushes him with both his arms and with full speed, actually causing Low to fall down and letting the chair fall out of the ring. Low is irate and immediately jaws with the referee, but the referee is now yelling at Low and making wild gestures and apparently Low starts having some respect for this referee... or so we thought, because as soon as Low seems to return his attention towards C-Rock he spins around, kicks the referee into the stomach and hits the Low Stunner!)

FJ: Yes! Yes! Yes!

LP: We have no referee anymore and Low is just doing whatever he wants to!

FJ: And now you FINALLY understand how The Legendary Low works.

(C-Rock is now back on his feet, his face a crimson mask. He charges Low, but Low ducks, pulls C-Rock's legs out from under him and goes for the Low Profile. C-Rock, though, reaches up and rolls Low up in a small package, but there is nobody to count the pin. Ramona reaches into the ring and rakes C-Rock's eyes, causing him the small cradle to be broken up.)

LP: Ramona is worth every penny of her contract tonight.

FJ: Yep.

(Low is using the latest distraction to grab C-Rock's arm, force him down to the mat and apply the Low Standard! The crowd is booing very loudly now, especially as a new referee comes running into the ring now that Low has the chance to win. C-Rock is trying to fight his way out of the Standard, but Low is pulling back on it and the referee is asking C-Rock if he wants to give up. C-Rock looks as if he is about to tap, as his hand already rises off the mat.)

LP: Low has him in a good position now, as he is working the arm hurt earlier in this match and there is no rope in sight for C-Rock to grab.

(However, C-Rock is able to get one knee under his body and then hits Low with his free hand, loosening the World Champion's grip a little. C-Rock suddenly gets his arm free, rolls through and both men are up on their feet. C-Rock drops to his knees and gets Low to the mat with a fireman's carry. Both men are back up and C-Rock hits a kick to Low's gut, doubling over. He hooks Low's head and arms and goes for the Regulator, but Ramona climbs onto the apron again. C-Rock lets go of Low and grabs Ramona by the hair, not realizing that she's thrown the World title belt to Low.)

LP: Oh oh, big mistake their by C-Rock that might cost him dearly.

FJ: He shouldn't touch an innocent woman!

LP: There is absolutely NOTHING innocent about the Queen Bitch of the AWA, Frank.

(Low grabs the belt and goes for C-Rock's head, but C-Rock moves out of the way and Low ALMOST hits Ramona. He stops short of hitting her, though. C-Rock with another kick to Low's gut and Low drops the belt. A second attempt at the Regulator, but Low backdrops out of it. Meanwhile Ramona grabs the belt and Low pulls up C-Rock and holds him for her. She takes a swing with the belt, but instead hit Low! C-Rock charges Ramona and pushes her off the apron and into the guardrail. He kicks Low into the stomach, hooks his head and his arms and then hits the Regulator! C-Rock covers and gets one..... two..... three! C-Rock wins the title!)

FJ: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

LP: I can't believe it! He's done it, he's done it! We have a new World Heavyweight Champion!

(Low rolls out of the ring as the referee hands the bloodied C-Rock the World title belt. C-Rock holds it high into the air as "Made You Look" begins to play. Fireworks go off as the fans in Dallas celebrate with their new Champion.)

LP: C-Rock has just ended The Legendary Low's fifth AWA World title reign, pinning him in the middle of the ring. He is the first man to do so in a straight one-on-one match in two years and five months!

FJ: This guy used to sport a white afro and now he is supposed to be MY World Champion? I'm out of here!

(With that Frank Jackson throws his headset down and leaves the announce table in disgust. C-Rock doesn't care, however, as he celebrates with his fans.)

LP: Folks what a night for C Rock, he has achieved the ultimate goal, and is now the AWA World Champion. Frank Jackson has left, what a night, I leave you all now to the Shock team, and hope all of you can join me and Frank this Thursday.

(We cut to the Shock announce table and the two men begin to try and talk over the screaming fans.)

HS: Folks I can hardly hear myself think this arena is defining. C Rock is on his way out and very soon it will be time for the main event of the evening, and then we will see if lightning can strike twice, but now lets take a look at what has brought us to this point.

(We cut to the first meeting between Brian Williams and Jayson Price a month back. We then move through each and every moment that has gone down between Price and Williams over the past month. The scenes end with the two men glaring at each other mid ring and we cut back to the now much more calm arena.)

HS: Folks here we go, hold on to your hats because this one will be intense.

(The lights go out. As the ominous opening chords begin to build, after a long pause, a single blue light falls on the ramp way. Smoke billows from the entrance creating an ominous haze that hides the 7 footer, all we see is his silhouette walking down the ramp. The light leads Williams slightly so we never actually see him until the lights come back on when he has reached the ring. Whisper follows down the ramp carrying a large white luggage case. He reaches ringside and heads for the announcers table)

("What Comes Around" by Ill Nino starts to a cheer from the crowd. Very plainly, Jayson Price, also known as Misery, emerges. He is the challenger. He walks slowly, very serious, very stoic. His facial expression very stone beneath the mask. He is alone tonight, but we all know Annette's love is with him. He reaches the ring and only gets in once his music has stopped.)

(The crowd's roar grows almost defining as Misery and Brian Williams meet in the centre of the ring. The referee carefully approaches the two men who are no more than a step away from each other. Williams holds the World Title in his right hand, it hangs, just brushing his knee. He towers over Price who looks up, showing no fear. The referee looks up at Williams and starts to explain the rules. One line into the details, Williams shoves the belt into the chest of the referee. He stumbles a step and takes the belt. He swallows hard, taking a quick glance at Misery, giving him a sympathetic look, like you would give a man headed for the noose. The referee pauses, then lifts the belt high above his head, which barely matches the massive Williams in height. The crowd cheers louder and begins pounding.)

HS: "This crowd is ready for the most anticipated match of the year!"

MK: "I can barely hear you!"

(The crowd grows louder and louder. The sound deafening, and the camera flashes blinding. A faint sound is heard in the distance that seems to stop time itself. No one in the arena hears the bell, except Williams and Price. Without any hesitation, Williams reaches back and lands the first blow to Price. Misery makes no look of surprise or pain, and lashes out with a huge right of his own.)

HS: "Here we go!"

MK: "It's Price... It's Williams... Price... Williams!"

(Brian Williams finally blocks a blow from Price and grabs the back of Price's head in the same motion. He leans back for a huge shot, but Price stops the momentum with a stiff kick to the gut. Williams doesn't quite double over, but takes another shot soon after when another stiff kick from Price connects. Price wastes no time landing another kick, sending the larger man backwards. Another kick has Williams in the corner. The crowd starts to get behind Price. Price grabs the arm of Williams and goes for the whip. Price yanks hard, pulling Brian Williams toward himself. Price misses the whip and takes a huge short clothesline from the champion. Price is quick to recover, but Williams never releases the arm and takes the challenger down again with a powerful clothesline. Price stands again, still held by Williams. Williams whips Price hard into the opposite corner. The turnbuckles doesn't give a bit as Price crashes into the corner at 25 miles per hour! He clutches his back and falls forward hard. )

HS: "Williams! You're a monster! What do you have to say, Whisper!?"

(Whisper doesn't answer. Williams turns around and begins removing the turnbuckle cover. Price slowly regains his vertical base. He sights Williams and charges. Williams moves, and with a push, sends Price hard into the exposed turnbuckle. Price discovers the exposed steel the hard way and falls backwards to the mat. Williams makes no expression, and emotionlessly lifts Price off the mat and into the air. Williams holds Price overhead in military press fashion.)

HS: "My God, this is sick! Price is going to be murdered out there!"

MK: "Williams does have a history of murder at Pay Per Views."

(Williams holds Price up and walks towards the exposed turnbuckle. He presses Price once... he presses Price again... and Price slides down behind Williams and slams him against the corner. The exposed turnbuckle collides with the midsection of Williams, who spits into the 8th row. With a cry of rage, Price lifts the backstepping monster onto his shoulders!)

MK: "Inhuman!"

HS: "That's not right!"

(Price, after a moment of hesitation, flips Williams back with a reverse death valley driver, face first into the exposed buckle! The crowd cheers wildly! Price drops and rolls Williams up as he falls backwards! The referee counts! .....1 .....Williams throws Price off of him. Price wastes no time rolling to the outside and grabbing the steel chair from under Whisper. Whisper tosses the mic set off of his head and starts to pursue Price. Price turns around and with a look of pure hatred destroys Whisper with the steel chair!

MK: "Whisper!"

HS: "Jesus! Price is insane! He's lost it!"

(Price rolls into the right where Williams has made it back to his feet. Price swings hard and takes a shot at Williams! Williams stumbles backwards a step, but stays standing. Price doesn't look surprised, and takes a hard swing to the right leg of Williams, who stumbles a step from the impact. Price takes another hard swing to the other leg, then another aimed swing to the right leg again. Williams falls to one knee. Price lifts the chair high above his head. A bit of blood trickles from a cut on William's forehead. The red doesn't mean stop for Price, however, who brings the chair down hard. This shot, brings a look of anger to the champion's face. Price runs back with the mangled chair, bounces off the ropes, and charges Williams. Williams stands, ducks the shot, and with a push, sends Price and the chair flying over the top rope. Price hits the floor hard and rolls to the edge of the ramp.)

HS: "What the hell? Who?"

MK: "It's Draven Shadows!"

(Draven Shadows passes right by Price and heads for the announcers table. He steps over Whisper, put his headset on, and sits down.)

HS: "This is the World Title match! What the heck are you doing here."

DRAVEN: "I figured with Whisper gone, this announce team could use some help."

MK: "How nice of you!"

HS: "Oh goody."

(The camera goes back to Williams leaning over Price laying right hands into his skull. Williams lifts Price and throws him effortlessly into the steel barrier on one side of the ramp. Price cries out in pain. Williams grabs Price again and tosses him clear across the ring, sending Price's form crashing into the opposite barrier.)

HS: "The strength of Williams is unmatched!"

DRAVEN: "Except by me."

MK: "What?"

DRAVEN: "You heard me. I'm better than both of these guys."

(Williams stalks Price as he struggles to stand. As Price lifts his head, Williams runs in with flat topped kick to the face of Price. Price slams against the barrier with a bone shattering thud. He slumps down. Williams takes this as an invitation to choke Price. The announcers and Draven continue to argue.)

DRAVEN: "Fine, I'll prove it!"

(Draven gets up, stepping over Whisper again, and goes under the ring. He retrieves a barb wire wrapped baseball bat! Draven looks at it and grips the handle. He starts heading around the ring. He slowly walks up and gets ready for the swing, tapping the bat on the ramp as if dusting home plate. Williams' back is to Draven as he continues to stomp on Price. Williams stops stomping for a moment, and Draven charges in with a huge swing. Williams congnizantly spins a moment before the strike and grabs the end of the bat with his right hand, stopping the momentum completely. Draven's eyes go wide with surprise. The already angry eyes of Williams grow darker with absolute rage. Draven looks terrified as this man of equal height burns a hole into his soul with hate. Brian's hands begin to pour blood from the wounds inflicted by the barbed wire he grips tightly. Out of shock and surprise, Draven releases the bat into the white-knuckle tight hands of Williams, who without and second thought pummels the bat and his fist into the face of Draven, turning him inside out.)

HS: "HOLY-"

-("SHIT HOLY SHIT." The crowd's chant starts to finish Herb's exclamation. Williams looks down at Draven and tosses the bat behind him. The bat flies backwards half a turn, landing the handle right into the reflexive hand of Price, who is half-standing. The crowd erupts in cheers at the catch. Williams, alert to the sudden positive crowd reaction turns around. CRACK! The bat slams into the side of his face, ripping bits of skin from the champion's cheek. Brian turns with the blow and stumbles up the ramp. Price wastes no time on the follow up blow, straight down Williams' back. Price takes yet another shot, this time intentionally grazing, letting the barbs rip open those unnoticeable scars from past battles waged. Williams' back begins to bleed. Williams moves forward in a half run, attempting to escape the baseball bat wielding Price. As he thinks he's out of range, he turns, and Price with the bat, slams into the torso of Williams, bringing both men to the top of the ramp. )

MK: "Both men are down, this is insane!"

(We see EMT's rush by the slowly recovering wrestlers to tend to Draven Shadows and possibly Whisper. Brian Williams makes it to his feet first. He wipes to blood from his eyes and takes a swift kick to Price's gut. Prices rolls almost to the edge of the stage and bounces to his feet. He waivers slightly, almost falling backward, 8 feet off the stage. Williams smiles a cold, uncaring, sadistic smile and charges Price. Price has far too much time to think and as Williams reaches Price.)

HS: "NO!"

MK: "My God!"

HS: "That's my line!"

(Price catches Williams in the run and with a tossing Belly-to-belly, sends Williams' massive form flying off the stage to the floor below. Williams rolls with the impact and stops up against a large steel support structure. Price looks down at the damage he's done like a man possessed. He picks up the wooden bat wrapped in barbed wire and raises it to the crowd. The crowd explodes in cheers. Price turns and presents the bat to the other side of the arena, who also cheer in response.)

HS: "19,221 people support the carnage of Jayson "Misery" Price!"

MK: "I don't support it! Williams doesn't know this guy from Adam, and he'll prove it!"

(Williams looks determined to prove it as he struggle to get to his feet. Price grips the bat and climbs down to the floor where Williams is using the steel support for balance. A pool of blood lays where Williams just fell. Price finds his path and charges, bat poised for swinging. Price swings, and Williams ducks! The bat shatters on the steel structure. A storm of woodchips covers both men. Williams takes the opportunity to slide behind Price and slam him hard into the steel. The camera picks up a resounding 'dong' from the metal. Price stumbles back into the waiting arms of Williams. He hooks Price for a reverse DDT, but turns with the drop, driving his elbow into the face of Price!)

MK: "He's maiming Misery!"

HS: "This is disgusting! That has to be it for Price."

(Williams looks down at his fallen opponent. Breathing heavy and breathing, his anger grows, as he looks for another instrument of destruction. When his anger turns into an angry grin, it appears he has found it. He lifts Price, who is now busted open, and walks him towards two techs at a table. The techs scatter and we see the music and pyrotechnic controls. Williams pays no mind to the equipment and tosses Jayson Price onto the boards and computers. "Trendy" by Reel Big Fish starts to play. Some fans cheer for the moment, but it quickly fades with the music and Price moves slightly in agony.)

HS: "That's expensive equipment!"

MK: "Not for long."

(Brian walks over to the metal structure famous for destroying the bat and begins to ascend. The metal doesn't budge, even with the weight of Williams. Williams reaches a point 7 feet up the pole and turns around at the slightly moving Price. "Feel" by Matchbox 20 hits the speakers and the light sequence for Evan Spire's entrance starts. Brian pauses, looking at the entrance, but shakes his head and turns away. Williams dives off the poll. Cameras flash and the fans explode as Williams crashes down through the table with a body splash, setting off multiple people's pyrotechnics! The ramp explodes in light and colour. The sounds of "TNT" by AC/DC are heard momentarily before all the music is cut off.)

MK: "Sounds like the techs fixed the sound system."

HS: "Or Williams and Price destroyed it completely."

(Having landed with no real grace, Williams rolls over onto his back. Price looks out cold, covered in blood, buttons, and wood. Williams wipes some more blood from his eyes. He looks to have lost a substantial amount. Both men lay on the ground for a few moments. The fans begin cheering for Price.)

HS: "These fans want Jayson Price to get up first!"

MK: "Who cares? I want Brian Williams to get up first. Who's more important... me or the fans?"

(As if fuelled by the crowd's chants, Price begins to stir. The crowd cheers louder. Again, as if charged by the audience, he spins to one knee. Williams sits straight up and looks at Price. Price snaps his head to look at Williams. Without a thought crossing either of their faces, both men take punches at each other. A left jab from Price, a right hook from Williams, and to one knee. A right hook from Price brings him to one foot. Williams shows some agility and rolls backwards to his feet. He stumbles a bit, dizzily, then charges for another right hook. Price returns with a punch of his own. Williams knees the gut of Price, doubling the smaller man over. Williams grabs Price and whips him towards the 10 foot high curtain in the corner of the floor. The audience above Price cheers as Price stumbles and falls through the curtains, ripping it down.)

MK: "This fight's being taken outside by Williams!"

(Price climbs to his feet, throwing the curtain aside. With a second wind, Williams stomps after Price, grabbing him by the hair and throwing him into some stage boxes. Price crashes over the boxes to the other side and rolls across the concrete to the yellowish lighting of the backstage loading area. Several cars are parked back here. Sounds of a hip-hop song are heard in the background. Price gets to his feet and turns to face Williams. Williams kicks Price in the gut and locks Price's head between his legs.)

HS: "No! Not this!"

(Williams lifts Price up, and lands a massive shoulder breaker, cracking the shoulder of Price of his knee, then allowing Price to clatter to the floor. Price grabs his shoulder and writes about the concrete. The camera rotates around as Williams picks up Price, showing the NPD convertible in the background. Bronco T and Hollywood Blue are inside bobbing their heads to "Shut Up" by Tricky. Williams grabs Price by the throat. He lifts Price for a huge chokeslam and charges forward. Bronco T notices the charging champion and challenger and says something as Price gets slammed down onto the hood of the car, making a Price-sized dent. Williams climbs up onto the hood with Price and begins to lift him. The members of the NPD scatter from the vehicle. As Price gets t midsection height on Williams he scoops the champion up into a fireman's carry. With a quick squat lift, Price drops Williams with a death valley driver, shattering and caving the passenger's side of the windshield! Somewhere the crowd explodes in cheers.)

HS: "Somebody call an ambulance!"

MK: "Somebody call the insurance company!"

(Price rolls off the hood of the car to one knee. He looks around desperately for a moment, with his eyes resting on the car. He grows a sadistic look, not very dissimilar from Williams, and gets into the open drivers side door. )

MK: "What the hell is Price doing?"

(Price reaches over and changes the radio. Appropriately, "Break Stuff" by Limp Bizkit is heard now instead of Tricky. As if he owned it, Price throws the car into gear and drives away. The camera watches the convertible, license plate NPD-LIFE, speed up the loading dock ramp. The camera switches to a camera stationed outside as the red convertible speeds out the top of the ramp, cuts hard to the right and stops violently, sending Williams sliding across the drivers side windshield and off the car, crashing to the ground. Price turns on the windshield wipers accidentally as he exits the car, smudging the blood across the windshield.)

MK: "Someone call the police! Price just stole a car!"

HS: "Where were you calling for the police when Williams killed someone?"

MK: "I was busy. I do work around here, you know!"

(Price, apparently in a second rage, lifts up the larger Williams and sends a stiff kick to the gut. In the background, fans behind bike rack and police officers cheer the AWA wrestlers. Price runs Williams into a section of the bike rack. Williams falls at the feet of one of the cops. Price takes a moment to wipe some of the blood off his own face. Williams, dazed, tackles one of the officers guarding the bike rack! The officer, surprised, falls over. Williams looks in confusion for a half second, before turning to catch a Misery boot to the face.)

HS: (snickers) "There's your cops."

(Misery reaches down and grabs the baton from the fallen cop's belt. With all of the officers distracted by the pressing crowd, Price begins to beat down on Brian Williams with the billy club. He continues to strike down on the back and head of the Canada native without pause.)

HS: "Price has snapped!"

MK: "Not even Williams would do something so dastardly!"

HS: "It should be over here! Williams isn't moving!"

(Price tosses the club aside and looks inside the American Airlines centre. A moment later he looks down at the fallen champion, and rage fills his eyes once more. Price lifts the large man with all his might. Price, holding the barely lucid Williams by his arm and tights, backs up a few feet, facing the glass door into the Airlines Centre.)

HS: "No way."

MK: "No WAY!"

("Yes, way". Price yells in rage and runs forward with Williams. With a burst of strength, Price flips Brian Williams into- and THROUGH the glass front door! Williams rolls to the concourse floor. Price opens the broken door and walks inside, looking slightly woozy from fatigue. His boots crunch on the broken glass. Williams begins to stir.)

HS: "That's unnatural! He should be dead!"

MK: "He doesn't look dead to me!"

(Price doesn't seem phased by the waking of the beast, and lifts Brian Williams to his feet. He grabs Williams and whips him down the concourse. Williams jogs about 10 feet before falling to one knee. He pushes to his feet and turns towards Price, who is running up to him. Out of desperation, Williams yells with a clothesline, and drops himself and Price into a bloody heap in the concourse. Neither men are moving.)

HS: "This one's a no contest! Someone call the EMTs!"

MK: "Don't speak too soon, Herb! Look!"

(Mark points out the fact the Williams has pushed himself up to one knee. Security keeps onlookers a good distance away. Williams makes it to his feet and begins to lift up Price.)

HS: "Have a hint of humanity, Williams! Pin him! It's over!"

(Williams continues to lift Price. With some effort he lifts Price for a spinebuster and runs, slamming him right into a Coca-Cola machine. The plastic cracks, and the machine sparks. Williams stumbles away, shaking his head trying to clear the flash from his eyes. Down on floor, Price leans against the machine. He reaches in the deposit tray and grabs a bottle that fell on impact. He shakes the Dr Pepper. Williams finally clears his vision and heads for Price. As he leans down, Price pops open the pop, sending caffineated, bubbling liquid into the face of Williams. Reflexively, Williams backs away shielding his face. Price stands up with some aide from the broken machine. He takes a swig from the SODA, spits it, and tosses the empty bottle at Williams. )

HS: "Ahahaha... hahaha...haha!"

(Interestingly, for the moment, we see Brian Williams' face again, as the pop has washed away the blood. The men move in at each other and lock up, collar and elbow, for the first time the entire match. Williams easily walks Price back toward a door the reads "Section 20". The men push through the door and into the arena. The crowd cheers loudly on their entrance. Security blocks the men as well as they can. Price switches the stand on the grapple and gets behind Williams, drops and low blows Williams from behind. Williams bends forward. Price spins Williams around and locks his head into his legs. With a grip of the tights, Price falls backwards and pile drives Williams into the cement of the arena seating area. As both men fall backwards, they start down the stairs, rolling to the first landing. )

MK: "I guess they should used the hand rails."

(Blood pools on the landing as both men struggle to move. Williams crawls forward and down the next set of stairs to the floor. Price pulls himself up on the railing and takes the moment to rest. Williams makes it to the floor and climbs to his feet. The AWA fans boo the champion as he stumbles towards where the ring is. Price finally gives chase, down the stairs and across the floor. Fans slap him on the back on the way. Price's entire torso is covered in blood, his face is a mask of crimson. Williams makes it to the barricade behind Herb and Mark's announce table. Price runs up at half pace and slams into Williams. The impact turns Williams around. Price smashes his forearm into the bloody exterior of Williams. Williams is dazed. Price walks Williams up onto a front row chair.)

HS: "What are they doing right behind us!?"

MK: "Herb..."

HS: "Yeah?"

MK: "MOVE!"

(The announcers scatter as Price climbs the barricade. He locks Williams and tosses back hard. He barely gets Williams over with the German, turning around as he releases Brian Williams through Herb and Mark's announcers table. Brian crashes through to the floor with Price on top of him. The referee hurries over and asks Williams if he wants to quit. The answer is most likely 'no' as the match continues. Price climbs to his feet and wanders away.)

HS: "Where's Price going now?"

MK: "Come back and fix my table!"

HS: "He could pin Williams right now. End this!"

MK: "You know... there's only been one pin fall this entire match. I don't think these men want to pin each other. I think they want to destroy each other."

HS: "This has been one hell of a Texas street fight!"

(The camera finds Price over where the earlier bat had shattered. He picks up the barbed wire and wraps it to his fist as he walks. He heads to the ring and rolls inside. The crowd cheers as Price stops in the centre of the ring and raises the wire to the crowd. The crowd cheers and camera bulbs flash everywhere. Jayson "Misery" Price is the centre of attention, bloody, breathing heavy, and almost to where he's waited to be his entire life.)

HS: "Could this be your next World Champion?"

(Price lowers his arm and moves to the corner and climbs the turnbuckle. Williams is to his feet. He looks up to see Price climbing and reaches up, shaking the top rope. Price falls onto the corner. Williams climbs the apron and grabs Price.)

MK: "Here it comes! He's going to Call a Cataclysm!"

(Williams lifts Price up. Price grabs the top rope with one hand in defence, dropping the wire into the ring. Williams jumps... alone... and lands on his feet on the floor. He turns around as Price hops off with a double axe handle, knocking Williams down. Price looks down at the case Whisper brought to the ring earlier. Price opens the case and pulls out... a morning star?!?)

MK: "What the hell is that?"

HS: "...painful."

(Price looks confused. Williams starts to get up. Price looks down at the ball and chain. Finally he shrugs, and holding the ball, slams into the back of Williams. Williams falls forward, and Price drops the heavy weapon, shaking his head. He starts to lift Williams.)

HS: "What was Whisper going to do with that, anyways?"

MK: "Do you have to ask?"

(Price rolls Williams into the ring. Price climbs in behind him. Williams grabs the ropes and tries to stand. Price again picks up the barbed wire and wraps it around his hand. He raises it to the crowd as Williams stands. The crowd cheers again. Price stalks Williams. Williams is to his feet. Price readies his strike. Williams turns around. Price goes for a huge, razor sharp right hand, and Williams ducks and spins, grabbing Price in a sleeper hold!)

HS: "Oh My GOD! A wrestling move!"

MK: "Wow!"

(It doesn't take long for Misery to fade away. The referee lifts the hand of Jayson Price... and it drops. The referee calls for ONE! He lifts the hand of Price again, as Williams shakes a bit. He drops the hand, and it falls. The referee calls for TWO! The referee reaches for Price's hand and Brian Williams snaps Price away, sending backwards into a spine crunching back headlock suplex! Williams is quick to lift Price and hit the move again!)

MK: "Cruel Intent!"

HS: "Cruel Intent! It's Over! It's Over!"

(Williams his the suplex again.... and one more time for good measure. On the release, Price goes vertical and falls over near one corner. Williams shakes the cobwebs obtained from his own brutal assault and crawls over to Price. The look of rage is hidden now behind the blood. In a final effort, he turns Price over and falls on top of him. The referee drops and counts.....

(.......1)

(Misery kicks a leg a little....)

(.......2)

(Misery squirms and kicks a leg again....)

(.......3)

HS: "It's Over!!"

MK: "YES!!"

(The referee stops. He pats Williams on the shoulder. The camera focuses on the living hand of Jayson "Misery" Price, firmly gripping the bottom rope. The referee stands and motions for the "no good" to the timekeeper.)

HS: "YES!!"

MK: "NO!!"

(Williams slowly stands, pulling Price with him. Wearily, he hooks Price for a reverse DDT. Price grabs the arm of Williams, and with a war cry, twists the arm into an arm bar. With a stiff kick, Price doubles Williams over. Williams falls to one knee. Price grabs the barbed wire and starts wrapping it around one knee. Williams starts to stand again. Price runs in and slams the barbed knee into the gut of Williams. Williams doubles over again. Price hooks William's arms.)

HS: "Don't try it Jayson!"

(Price looks around for a moment, and in a feat of strength, lifts Williams up with a flip and slams the back of Williams back down onto his knee. William's hits ass-first on the canvas, sitting up. His eyes roll back into his head, and he falls backwards, laying flat on the mat. Price also falls over from fatigue. The referee starts a 10 count.)

(......1 )

(......2)

(Misery begins to crawl. The referee watches as Price climbs onto Williams. The referee drops and counts.)

(...........1)

HS: "ONE!"

MK: "ONE!"

(...........2)

HS: "TWO!"

MK: "TWO!"

(...............)

(...........)

HS: "Seems like forever, doesn't it?"

(.........3!)

HS: "THREE!!"

MK: "HE DID IT?"

(The bell rings at the request of the referee and "What Comes Around" by Ill Nino starts to play. Williams is still down in the ring. Price is still on top of him. )

RING ANNOUNCER: "Ladies and Gentlemen, Your Winner, and NEW World Heavyweight Champion, Jayson "Misery" Price!!"

(The crowd explodes in cheers as the referee raises the unconscious arm of Misery, laying the title over him.)

HS: "The reign of Brian Williams is over!"

MK: "I don't believe it!"

HS: "Price continues the AWA tradition... last year, Price was chosen as Breakthrough Superstar, and like so many other greats before him, he has ascended to World Champion! Shock has been brought into a new era! A great era!"

MK: "A miserable era!"

HS: "The Era of Misery is here! We'll see you Sunday on what should be one Shocking Shock! I'm Herb Summers along with Mark Keller! Goodnight!!!"

Copyright AWA 2004