(Suddenly, dozens of images from the weeks leading up to Classic flash across our screen to Psycho-like music, finally exploding into the graphic for AWA Classic 2005. We cut into AOL Arena in Hamburg, Germany, where the camera pans around the rabid sold-out crowd of over 60.000 fans. Fireworks goes off all over the stadium and an impressive light show takes place on the entrance stage before revealing the AWA Tron as part of Hamburg's skyline. Signs in the crowd read "Win it for Lillian", "Who is the real Immortal?" and "Go back to Dresden!". We then cut to our announcers at ringside.)

HS: "60.216 fans are packing the AOL Arena in Hamburg, Germany, to watch AWA Classic 2005! Ladies and gentlemen, presenting the biggest show of the year are Herb Summers..."

FJ: "...and Frank Jackson! I had an awesome week here in Hamburg, Herb. The Reeperbahn is like Las Vegas for REAL adults."

HS: "The AWA has indeed enjoyed its one week stay here in Hamburg, and we are pumped to present you, the AWA fans, the greatest show of the year. Ten matches have been signed for this show, including the 'Instant Classic' Match between four wrestlers currently training at The Farm of WMW - Johnny Jet, Xander Crew, The Iceman and The Beek, with the winner being granted an AWA contract on the spot."

FJ: "Onslaught has shown he may very well be the greatest musical talent to ever join the AWA. BOOF! Tonight, he faces Rawstarr and T Mac."

HS: "Making his debut in the AWA is WMW alumni Jack Sloan, taking on Andrew Flash in a match taht found its start at The Farm as well, which has also trained Sebastian Slater. Slater is one of two men challenging for the No Limit title, as he takes on Quade DeSade and Champion John Williams."

FJ: "One of the most successful tag teams in recent memory split up, when Atlas Johansson had to realize it was his partner Apollo that carried all the load in that very team. Tonight, we will find out who is the Last Immortal Standing."

HS: "Last year he won the World title. This year, Jeff Christianson teams up with C-Rock, his partner in three AWA Tag Team title reigns, in an attempt to join The Lone Star Outlaws as the only four-time Tag Team Champions, as they take on the first team to ever beat them for that title - Nathaniel Henry Lee and Brian Stevens, Damage Inc., in a Double-Dog Collar Match."

FJ: "The Polish title will also be defended, as Andreas Lasiewicz tries to prolong his impressive title reigns by notching up a victory over yet another legend, taking on King Chozen."

HS: "Lasiewicz' partner in The Carnival, Schizm, is going to take on his archrival, the legendary Hangman, in what appears to be the final battle between those two enemies after months of violent battles. They will compete in a Dark Justice Match, yet many are still uncertain of what these rules mean. However, we have been told that both men have agreed to UNMASK for the duration of this match. Could this be another sighting of Aaron Matthewson?"

FJ: "Two of the greatest and most popular Cruiserweight Champions in AWA history will compete against each other for the first time in a singles match, as the two-time and current Champion Orlando Ortega defends against three-time former Champion The Fish. I'm sure I'm gonna lova that snore- and lovefest."

HS: "And then finally, the main event for the World Heavyweight title. In May, Low was stripped of the World title by President Gray on what many have dubbed Fatal Friday. At King Of The Kage, Whisper defeated Low in the semi-finals before beating Schizm to win the World title. Tonight, both men have sixty minutes to prove who is the better man. Will Whisper continue to collect victories and money as the reigning Champion, or will Low write history once again by winning his eighth World title?"

FJ: "And on top of all that, we have been told that two top musical acts will be here tonight as support for two rivals. And of course, we will show you scenes from last night's huge banquet at the Atlantic Kempinsky Hotel, as The Class Of 2005 was inducted into AWA Hall of Fame and the AWA Awards 2005 were given out."

HS: "But ladies and gentlemen, AWA Classic 2005 is about to get underway!"

( "Rock Star" by N.E.R.D. begins to play as the arena lights come to a slow dim, shrouding the environment in darkness. A few seconds later, in coordination with the baseline for "Rock Star" the lights come back full force and none other than King Chozen stands on the ramp way.)

HS: "And there he is! This man could end up being a 3 time US Champ tonight."

FJ: "AND the 50th United States in AWA history. The main word is COULD though."

HS: "He first won the US Title by defeating Jason Dread. He is also a two-time Hardcore champion and a former Tag team champion. He is a living AWA legend Ladies and Gentlemen and Classic is the place where Legends truely shine. "

(Chozen makes his way ringside in his slow, cocky, signature walk as the fans chant his name. As always, he remains dressed in official Chozen Wear attire. His, baggy, silky, blue pants move with his every step as he makes his way ringside. He wears white boots and has both fists fully taped in white. Along the right side of his right pant leg lays the official Chozen Wear emblem, in bright yellow. Chozen rolls into the ring and bounces off the ropes, stretching a bit, and showing off all the meanwhile as he waits for his opponent.)

(The arena darkens slowly. An air siren begans to sound, with green spotlights shooting in all directions as an infamous slogan is revealed on the big screen: )

COME N' PLACE YA BETS!!

("Welcome to the Jungle" suddenly thunders from the P.A system. The Gambit steps out from behind the curtain, wearing his Polish Spirit gear and carrying the Polish flag with him. The traditional cigarette in Andreas Lasiewicz's mouth is sent flying as a shadowy figure from behind almost decapitates him with resounding chair shot. Slash's guitar intro is still rattling away and Axl's 'police car siren' vocals deafen the mob to the sounds of the attack on Andreas Lasiewicz by .... )

Quade deSade.

(Wielding the steel chair high above his head Quade rains one blow down after another all over Andreas' body. The chair is soon mangled. Quades mouth is frothing with saliva his eyes wide and he tosses his weapon of choice aside, taking a mic from within his waistband and pulls his burned finger across his throat signalling for the music to cease.)

QUADE: "Welcome to the jungle Andreas I am going to watch you b-b-b-b-b-burn!!! "

(Quade Kicks Andreas in the head to punctuate his remarks and looks down at the ring to where King Chozen stands and presents the fallen opponent to him. )

"No bell has rung Chosen. No body here is going to stop you. I am most certainly am not but will you stop yourself becoming the new AWA United States Champion!?!?"

"Will you show the same 'honour' as John Williams hypes?"

"Will you alow the ref to count Andreas out?"

"But wait he has not officially made to the ring, Andreas may yet reatain his title!!"

"So there we have it again; will Andreas retain his title from King Chozen due to my interference?"

".... Or will King Chozen take up the reign as new champion ......"

(The crowd is booing and calling Quade an 'asshole' by this point. There a few anti-French banners with Quades name on them but Quades interest is focused on the title challenger in the ring. )

".... all because Quade deSade handed him a bloody and broken champion on a golden platter!?!?"

"Chozen, it is crunch time; what are you going to do!?!?"

(Quade tucks away the mic and plants his foot in the side of The Gambit; Andreas Lasiewicz causing him to roll the rest of the distance down the ramp towards the ring and the title challenger. Not even waiting for the body of his victim to come to a rest Quade has already left the stage through the entrance-way. )

HS: "This could be over before it has begun. This is a real shame."

(The crowd is in silence as Andreas begins to crawl back up the stage.)

FJ: "Don't run Lassie! You can do..."

(Andreas then grabs his Polish Flag and uses it to help himself to his feet. He groggily stands and raises the flag in the air to a number of cheers from the Polish fans who have traveled to Hamburg.)

HS: "HE'S NOT GIVING UP!"

FJ: "This is what being the Polish Heavyweight Champion is all about."

(He slowly makes his way to the ring and looks at Chozen, with a puzzled look upon his face.)

HS: "Chozen is actually waiting for Lasiewicz to be truly recovered and ready for this match?! What a show of sportsmanship!"

FJ: "He'll pay for doing that you know."

(After a couple of minutes of the referee checking on Lasiewicz he signals for the bell.)

HS: "But there's the bell and we're underway."

(Both wrestlers are feeling each other out and we've got a test of strength. Lasiewicz pushes Chozen down bringing him to his knees. Wait...Chozen drops back and he monkey flips Andreas over. KFC lands on his feet and hits the ropes, Lasiewicz is up and he leapfrogs. Chozen rebounds and we see a standing dropkick by Lasiewicz that hits its mark. Chozen down to the mat. Lasiewicz with a lateral press...)

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HS: "And barely a one count."

(Lasiewicz pulls Chozen upright and he applies a chinlock.)

HS: "The Polish Spirit" looks like he is going old school with this move...

FJ: "That’s right! Lasiewicz can do it all!"

HS: "Lasiewicz is applying further pressure, trying to get Chozen to submit early. Lasiewicz is very proud of his title reign and will do everything in his power to keep it."

FJ: "He is also THE submission expert of the AWA today."

HS: "And to be truthful, this could be a very good move for him to recover from that attack from deSade."

(Chozen trying to get back to a vertical base and he slowly rises. Back elbow to Chozen and a second. Andreas releases the hold and Chozen hits the ropes. Chozen with a shoulder block and "The Gambit" staggers back. King Chozen back to the ropes again and he attempts a clothesline. Lasiewicz ducks under and he fires a wild right and another. Andreas with a scoop and a slam. Big elbow and a cover.)

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Kickout.

HS: "Quick covers by Andreas Lasiewicz here."

FJ: "He's making KFC waste valuable energy with those kickouts."

(Lasiewicz pulls Chozen to his feet and hooks the head and brings him up and over. Suplex and a beauty at that. Lasiewicz draws Chozen up again and he applies the chinlock a second time. The referee in position as Chozen shakes his head. He is slowly inching his way towards the ropes.)

FJ: "The match has been all Lasiewicz so far. I think he has this match in the bag."

HS: "I wouldn't speak too quickly Frank. You may have to eat your own words. King Chozen is an AWA legend. He has beaten the best of the best in impossible odds."

FJ: "But he hasn't beaten Lasiewicz."

(Chozen reaches the ropes and Andreas releases the hold as the referee ushers him back. Chozen to his feet and Lasiewicz displays social grace before introducing King Chozen to the concrete floor courtesy of a wicked clothesline.)

FJ: "Chozen is down as Lasiewicz slides under the bottom rope to bring his opponent back to the vivid reality of his forthcoming demise. Chozen's defence has been offensive."

HS: "Gee, that's original."

(Lasiewicz pulls Chozen up and fires another wild right and then shoots him towards the ringpost. Reversal by King Chozen and Lasiewicz's shoulder becomes intimate with the post. Lasiewicz drops down and Chozen has risen again. The referee begins the count as Chozen shakes away the cobwebs. 1...2...3...4...5...King Chozen has Lasiewicz up and he rolls him into the ring. Chozen steps through the ropes and pulls Lasiewicz to his feet. Knife hand chop from King Chozen, and the crowd responds with the traditional 'WOOOO's. Lasiewicz with a groggy clothesline attempt, but Chozen ducks under. Chozen grabs both of Lasiewicz's wrists and drops down with a crossed arms reverse mat slam.)

HS: "Ingenious maneuver by King Chozen. A hook of the leg."

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2...

(Kickout by The Gambit.)

FJ: "It's gonna take more than that to put Lasiewicz away!"

(Chozen draws Lasiewicz up and shoots him to the ropes. Chozen hits a huge running calf kick and Lasiewicz is back down. Chozen grabs Lasiewicz's right leg and steps over.)

FJ: "WHAT??!"

HS: "Is he going to apply a figure four? That's Lasiewicz's finisher! It looks like it. He's over and...SMALL PACKAGE!"

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3...

(Kickout!)

HS: "Lasiewicz almost walked away with this one but Chozen escapes at the last second.

FJ: "Chozen looks rusty. This could be over quickly."

(Chozen back to a vertical base and a series of stomps puts Lasiewicz back down. He suddenly grabs hold of Lasiewicz's head and slams his face into the turnbuckle after helping him up. He repeats this with the opposite turnbuckle, then another and another. The crowd are getting fired up by this sudden change in Chozen's pace and go nuts as he backdrops Lasiewicz over the top rope to the outside.)

HS: "The fans are blowing the roof off this place..."

FJ: "...if this place had a roof..."

HS: "Good point Batman... Wait... What's Lasiewicz doing?"

(Lasiewicz begins walking down the aisle back to the locker room with a 'forget this' look upon his face. Chozen, sensing what is going on stops showboating to the crowd and chases after him. The camera pans around to Lasiewicz as a Cheshire Cat grin appears upon his face...)

HS and FJ: "POLISH HAMMER!"

HS: "My God did you see the impact?"

FJ: "Lasiewicz suckered Chozen right into that one... And look at Chozen's nose!"

HS: "Blood is pouring out of his nose after that move. Jesus, he could have broken it."

(As to what they were saying, blood is freely pouring from KFC's nostrils as Lasiewicz whips him into the guardrail with a thud. He grabs Chozen's head and carries him back to the ring in a tight headlock, stopping along the way for a couple of rough puches to the face. Chozen is then rolled back into the ring. As Chozen rises, Lasiewicz follows with a hard kick to Chozen's stomach that sends the former United States Champion back into the ropes. Chozen repels off the ropes into the waiting arms of Andreas Lasiewicz, who quickly locks King Chozen into a headlock, taunting him. He then rolls the headlock into a Dragon Sleeper on the Chozen, getting quite a wild reaction from the crowd.)

HS: "Lasiewicz's tactics have..."

FJ: (Interrupting him.) "Worked like a charm."

(Chozen, displaying his athleticism, kicks himself up into the air, while Lasiewicz still has the Dragon sleeper locked in, and then uses the momentum of gravity to toss Andreas Lasiewicz over in an over the top arm drag. He rolls through and Chozen gets up so that both men are again on their feet, facing one another, about ten feet apart.)

HS: "Listen to the reaction Frank! The Hamburg crowd is loving this!"

FJ: "And so am I Herbie. What a great start to Classic!"

(Both men close in on one another and Lasiewicz reacts first, charging at Chozen, who drops to the mat and counters with a drop toe hold. Lasiewicz catches himself with his hands, however, and twists his whole body around, causing Chozen's legs to get tangled up and he is forced to fall over. Both men roll over and once again, are standing toe to toe.)

HS: "Wow, what incredible action so far!"

FJ: "It's only a matter of time before Andreas Lasiewicz shows King Chozen what being the Polish Heavyweight Champion is all about."

(Chozen reacts first this time, locking up with the Polish Heavyweight Champion. Lasiewicz quickly outpowers Chozen, and then locks him in a neck wrench headlock. KFC shoves Andreas front first into the ropes who bounces back into his awaiting arms. King Chozen spins around, pulling Andreas Lasiewicz with him by the head and slams his head into the mat with a spinning DDT. The crowd cheers as the impact forces Lasiewicz to bounce a couple of inches off the ground and do a 180 degree turn onto his back.)

HS: "Excellent counter by King Chozen. Lasiewicz never saw it coming."

FJ: "He's just letting Chozen look good before he finishes him up."

HS: "Oh, please."

(The bleeding of KFC's nose has eased by now and as Lasiewicz gets up he charges him. But Chozen reverses the charge and whips into the turnbuckle...)

THWACK!

HS: "OUCH!"

FJ: "Lasiewicz was turned upside down and inside out as he hit the turnbuckle."

(Lasiewicz is laying on the floor clutching his lowerback. Chozen senses this and immediately goes for an Elevated Boston Crab.)

HS: "Walls of Jusino! He's going for the Walls of Jusino!"

FJ: "I haven't seen that for a long time."

(Chozen reaches down for Lasiewicz's leg and tries to turn him over. Despite the pain from the previous move, Lasiewicz struggles. Just as it seems that all is lost, the Krakow native shoves Chozen off. Andreas Lasiewicz climbs to his feet in time to catch the Chozen's leg and then duck the ensuing enziguri. Insantly, Lasiewicz, now behind Chozen, tosses him overhead with a release German suplex.)

HS: "Great counter by Lasiewicz."

(Lasiewicz brings Chozen up by the hair. He positions him. Implant DDT.)

FJ: "Chozen's neck drilled into the canvas , consider Lasiewicz the black and decker."

HS: "Is that enough? Lasiewicz might be making a mistake here."

(Instead of capitalizing, he's headed to the top rope for a high risk maneuver. He signals to the crowd.)

HS: "Wait a minute! I've never seen him attempt this before..."

(Andreas Lasiewicz with a moonsault attempt...AND HE MISSES!! Chozen rolls out of the way and kips up. Chozen was playing possum and he's a house of fire as he batters Lasiewicz with a succession of stomps and then an arsenal of open hand chops. Chozen pulls Lasiewicz up and hiptosses him over. Lasiewicz slides across the ring and rolls under the bottom rope to regroup.)

HS: "Chozen came back just like that. KFC might have next AWA United States Champion written on his forehead if he keeps this pace up."

(Lasiewicz uses the guardrail to bring himself up. Chozen hits the ropes and...)

HS: "CHOZEN SPEAR!"

FJ: "MY GOD!"

HS: "Chozen just dived right through the ropes and speared him into the guardrail!"

FJ: "Suckah just new waved himself into a direct hit! Sunk his battleship!"

HS: "Lasiewicz isn't moving... I think he's hurt, and hurt badly."

FJ: "Who wouldn't?"

(Chozen pulls a barely conscious Lasiewicz up and hoists him up. He runs his back into the ringpost and then powerslams him on the concrete floor. )

HS: "You could hear that echo throughout the arena and the result of which is being exhibited perfectly courtesy of Lasiewicz's facial expression."

(Chozen brings him to his feet and rolls him back into the ring. Lasiewicz is prone in the center of the ring. Chozens headed up top himself.)

HS: "Could this move get Chozen a trip to the pay window?"

(Chozen takes flight and he delivers a monstrous 360 legdrop that hits its mark, as flashes go around the stadium. Chozen grapevines the leg.)

HS: "Could this be academic?"

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3...

FJ: "NO! The Polish Spirit will not die!"

HS: "Kickout at the last second. Chozen can barely believe it."

(Chozen wasting little time as he brings Lasiewicz to his feet. Quick boot to the gut. Andreas doubles over. Chozen hooks the head and he throws Lasiewicz's weight...SWINGING DDT! Chozen rolls Lasiewicz onto his back and covers the shoulders.)

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2...

(Kickout again! Chozen with a forearm shot and another cover.)

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2...

(Kickout again. Chozen slaps the mat. He pulls Andreas up and he draws him in. The fans are going crazy. Chozen signaling for a classic powerbomb. Standing head scissors applied and Chozen brings him up and over.)

HS: "WAIT! LASIEWICZ SLIDES THROUGH! Andreas Lasiewicz has Chozen by the waist. Belly to belly suplex! Tremendous!"

FJ: "That was one of the best counters I've seen delivered in a while. Now can he actually follow up on it this time or will he decide to head up top again?"

(Lasiewicz with a standing knee drop and a cover.)

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2...

(Chozen kicks out himself. Lasiewicz hoists Hitman up and shoots him towards the ropes. PEACEMAKER ATTEMPT BY LASIEWICZ AS KFC IS ON THE REBOUND. Chozen catches the leg. He spins Lasiewicz around. Chozen with a waistlock and a smile. Is he going to try the same thing?!)

FJ: "NO! Chozen with an overhead release! Wait a sec...Lasiewicz landing on the second rope. Springboard...MOONSAULT INTO AN IMPLANT DDT! DID YOU JUST SEE THAT!"

HS: "Good gracious! One of the most exquisite things I've ever seen while sitting at this broadcast table. Chozen's neck driven directly into the mat! I hope the chiropractor is ready backstage. KFC might need an adjustment."

FJ: "Listen to the crowd! They are going insane for both of these guys!"

HS: "It's very rare you hear chanting for Lasiewicz, but with moves like that, he could recieve cheers alot more often."

(Neither man can move an inch as the referee reluctantly begins the count....1...2...3... Lasiewicz begins to stir...4...5...6...He crawls over...7...8...9... He makes the cover...)

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3...

HS: "KICKOUT BY CHOZEN!"

FJ: "How did he do that?"

(Lasiewicz can barely believe it. He makes another attempt, this time hooking the leg.)

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3...

HS: "And another kickout..."

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2...

FJ: "And another!"

(He crawls to the ropes and pulls himself up, while Chozen does the same. As both men are back up, Lasiewicz charges Chozen, but Chozen ducks, grabs Lasiewicz's waist and hits a German suplex. He doesn't let go however and pulls him up for another. Lasiewicz, though, hooks his leg around his opponent's leg and he can’t lift him up. Lasiewicz hits a few elbows to Chozen’s head and switches positions with him, hitting his own German suplex!)

FJ: "Fantastic counter... But he isn't letting go!

(Lasiewicz rolls around and hits a second German suplex. He repeats it and goes for another suplex, but Chozen hits a few elbows and switches and now hits his second German suplex and doesn’t release the hold as well. He rolls around and goes for a his third German suplex, but Lasiewicz counters again, gets behind Chozen and hits his third German suplex, this time with a bridge...)

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3...

HS: "No! Another kickout."

FJ: "I don't think I've seen so many German suplexes done in a row before!"

HS: "Five Germans in a row, two from Chozen and three from Lasiewicz."

FJ: "And only fitting that it happens in Germany itself!"

(Lasiewicz struggles to get to his feet, and once again uses the ropes to pick himself up. Chozen does the same. Chozen out of nowhere suddenly charges Lasiewicz...)

HS: "CHOZEN SPEAR!"

FJ: "HAHAHA! He missed...Ow!"

(Lasiewicz quickly side stepped the spear and Chozen went flying out of the ring and crashed into the announcers table, head first. There are resounding 'ooooos' going around the stadium as Chozen's nose begins to bleed again. Lasiewicz climbs through the ropes and waits on the apron, surveying his prey. As Chozen gets up he leaps...)

HS: "My God!"

(Instead Chozen catches Lasiewicz, he grabs him and delivers a spine buster on the steps.)

HS: "Oh god, Chozen could have broken Lasiewicz's back"

FJ: "He could have but Lasiewicz will get up"

(Lasiewicz gets up, he is holding his back and looks to be in severe pain. Chozen then slams Lasiewicz into the ringpost. Lasiewicz stands completely motionless for a moment and we can see his eyes glaze over and a trickle of blood start to run down his face. He then falls forward face first. Chozen is not done yet however. He then delivers a perfectly done face buster on The Gambit. But once again Lasiewicz starts to get up.)

HS: "Unbelievable that Lasiewicz can take so much punishment."

FJ: "It is, and its unbelievable how much King Chozen is willing to dish out"

HS: "These men are putting on a show here tonight"

FJ: "For once we agree!"

(Back to the action we see that Chozen is now running at Lasiewicz, he seems to be attempting a clothesline however Lasiewicz drops down and delivers a drop toe hold out of desperation. Chozen falls forward and his head and face strike the stairs now, with a violent clang we can see the flesh hitting the unforgiving steel, as red liquid spirts out of his nostrils, giving the steps a colorful new coating of paint. KFC's head snaps back and he rolls on the concrete nearly unconscious the ref starts counting now...1...2...3...4... Lasiewicz rolls back into the ring to recover....5...6....7...8...Chozen just makes it back.)

HS: "Whatever the result here... Both men..."

FJ: "... Have given their all yadayadayada. You say that every week Herb. Come up with something original. We all know how much they have given. We're not stupid you know!"

HS: "... o.....kay...."

(As they both get up, there are a resonding amount of cheers going around the stadium. Lasiewicz charges Chozen but Chozen ducks an attempted clothesline. Lasiewicz bounces off the ropes and goes for a Polish Hammer but Chozen somehow leapfrogs him, but as he turns Andreas stops dead and nails him with his trademark move.)

HS: "A Polish Hammer by Lasiewicz!"

(Lasiewicz ignores the pin attempt and heads to the top rope. As he begins climbing he clutches his lower back with bloodied hands. The blood of Chozen AND himself. He slowly makes his way up and Chozen isn't moving.)

FJ: "Lasiewicz nails the elbow!"

HS: "Big elbow drop there by Lasiewicz, right into the heart of Chozen. And his heart very well be broken because I have a feeling what is coming next..."

FJ: "I think Lasiewicz wants to make peace Herb."

(Lasiewicz is stalking Chozen now, waiting to hit his big super kick. Chozen groggily begins to rise as the crowd tries to warn him what is coming. He rises to his feet and turns around...)

HS: "He ducked it! CHOZEN SPEAR!"

(Chozen goes for the spear but Lasiewicz side steps and Chozen goes crashing into the turnbuckle. Lasiewicz goes for a roll up.)

FJ: "A roll up... NO!"

HS: "FOUR CARD TRICK! HE LOCKED IN THE FOUR CARD TRICK!"

FJ: "And Chozen has no place to go. And nowhere to hide. He is in the dead center of the ring."

(True to Franks words, Lasiewicz has him in the middle of the ring. Chozen is violently attempting to get out of the hold and pull himself to the ropes, but Lasiewicz is having none of it and is relentless with the hold.)

HS: "He can't take much more of this."

(Chozen's hand begins to raise)

FJ: "He's just holding on... Just..."

(Chozen taps on the mat three times in a row.)

FJ: "IT'S OVER!"

HS: "Chozen tapped out! God, I can't believe what we have just witnessed."

(Lasiewicz immediately lets go of the hold and just lays on the floor, tears of pain and joy in his eyes. The ref helps him up and gives him his customised Polish Heavyweight Title and he raises his arm in the air victoriously.)

HS: "Against all the odds, Andreas Lasiewicz has won here and... wait a minute!"

(As Chozen was about to leave the ring, Lasiewicz stops him.)

FJ: "Kick him in the head! Kick him in the head!"

(The crowd gasps in shock as Lasiewicz offers Chozen his hand!)

HS: "What the??? Lasiewicz with some sportsmanship? This is unheard of!"

FJ: "KICK HIM IN THE HEAD DAMMIT!"

(The crowd erupts into cheers as Chozen accepts the handshake.)

HS: "WOW! What a way to start Classic. Ladies and Gentlemen..."

FJ: "... and Transexuals worldwide..."

HS: ".... this is only the beginning! This is Classic 2005!"

(We cut to the back as we see a black limo pull up. The limo stops and the driver exits the door in a black tuxedo and walks to the end of the limo, opening the door. We see a black motorcycle boot step out of the door, then another. Then, we see an AWA Championship belt swing down, so the camera pans up to see who it is, and it's none other than one half the AWA Tag Team Champions, Nathaniel Henry Lee. He's wearing black jeans, and his black "NHL" Damage, Inc. t-shirt with a black leather jacket on. He's holding his AWA Tag Team Championship belt in his left hand as he extends his right hand to grab a hold of a femine hand, which is his wife's hand. Sarah Hawthorne is decked out in a long, gray skirt, and a gray blouse with long sleeves that fade to gold, mimicking the Classic 2005 color scheme.)

NHL: "Beautiful day for an arse whoopin', don't you think Brian?"

STEVENS: "Definitely."

(From around the limo, we see "The Sensation" Brian Stevens coming around holding the hand of his girlfriend and manager, Jessica Kassle. Brian's wearing a dark gray visor beanie, tight fitting maroon 'Minnesota Golden Gophers Hockey' t-shirt with white screen print and a visible white t-shirt underneath, a black leather belt with silver buckle, a pair of American Eagle bootcut jeans with a hole in the right knee, and a pair of old school converse chuck taylor allstars in black and white accents. He's got his AWA Tag Team Championship on his left shoulder as he walks towards NHL. Jessica's wearing a very nice diamond necklace, a tight fitting black halter top and a long black skirt and black high heels.)

NHL: "You know something, Brian, no matter how many times people say I'm losing my mind, I always come up with the best and brightest ideas. Now, if my group of guys show up and you catch word that they're here, then can you please escort them to our dressing room, because our room is large enough to fit us all."

STEVENS: "Yeah, I can do that, man."

(From behind Brian Stevens, we see Onslaught's decked out in a white do-rag, platinum fronts for his teeth, baby blue g-unit zip up track jacket with matching pants both of which are suede, a shit load of misc. bling, and some fancy, fuck off shinny nike shoes which cost a small fortune.)

ONSLAUGHT: "Yo, BOOF bruddahs! I'm so syk'd about dis show! It's gonna be off the hizzle fo' shizzle!"

NHL: "Onslaught, address me in this manner again, and I will break your neck."

ONSLAUGHT: "Man, why you always gotta get in my face? I'm just excited, brah."

NHL: "Onslaught, do not EVER call me a bra ever! Do I look like something that holds up breasts? NO! Now, just shut the bloody hell up before I make you! You are driving me up a wall, and if you don't stop, I'll snap and then we'll see who's really being serious! Get me, brah?"

ONSLAUGHT: "Oh, come on! Brian!"

NHL: "Do you hear me?"

STEVENS: "Answer him, O."

ONSLAUGHT: "Damn, you foos always gotta be dissin' me. Fine, I'll shut up...FOR THE TIME BEIN'!"

NHL: "And Boof sucks... don't bring it up in my face again. Now, Brian, are all of our preparations set for tonight?"

STEVENS: "Yes they are."

NHL: "Excellent! Now, if no one steals my idea, this should be the most memorable thing in Classic history!"

(We cut to another area of the parking lot behind the AOL Arena, a long black limousine pulls up to the curb. There are several fans around behind the security barricades and as Xander Crew steps out of the limo, a Lexus chant starts from the young men. Standing at the curb, his duffle bag over his shoulder, wearing a t-shirt and blue jeans, Xander smiles as the crowd continues to chant. After making them wait a while, Crew reaches into the car and assists Lexus out of the back, much to the delight of the crowd. Wearing a small black leather corset, matching mini skirt, and thigh high boots with four inch spiked heels, Lexus stuns the crowd almost to silence. As they start to chant for the beautiful young diva again, she looks somewhat disgusted as one tries to get her autograph. Before making it through the back door, Xander is stopped by Larry Porter.)

LP: "Xander... Xander, are you ready for tonight?"

CREW: "You'd better believe it! Tonight I walk in an unknown and walk out a superstar!"

LP: "Any last minute comments before your match?"

CREW: "I just wanna say to all my critics out there, get ready for the ride of your life because even if I have to carry these other three losers, the WMW 4-way is gonna to steal the show! And as for the AWA, tonight your newest superstar is going to bring home the ratings and you're all going to get your first taste of "The Future" Xander Crew!"

(Moving over to Lexus, Porter is awe struck by the beauty and frozen stiff, unable to speak. As he holds the microphone, Lexus reaches over and takes it from him before speaking.)

LEXUS: "AWA, tonight Xander steals the show and I take my first step to being the sexiest b*tch in AWA history! See ya in a bit!"

(Smiling into the camera, Lexus tosses the microphone at Porter, who is still frozen stiff. Bouncing off his chest, the microphone falls to the ground with a thud, as Lexus and Xander finally enter the backstage area for tonight's show. We cut to yet another area of the parking lot and see a car pull up. It's a rather small car. We see Jeff Christianson get out of a European compact car. We can see Jeff Christianson already ready for action in his solid black jumpsuit with his hood up. He walks by the camera and says something on his way into the arena.)

DW: "I hate this damn place... I ask for a compact and they give ME THAT! Stupid limo service is booked. What a damn joke."

(We hear the crowd in the arena boo as the scene fades back to Herb and Frank.)

HS: "Sounds like an upset Jeff Christianson arriving."

FS: "You can say that again."

HS: "Fans, as we mentioned earlier, five AWA legends were inducted into the Hall of Fame last night. Some great thoughts and memories were shared, and we will take you back to last night's highlights."

(We cut to one of the exclusive banquet halls at the historical five star Atlantic Kempinski Hotel in Hamburg. Standing there in a somewhat unfamiliar looking suit is AWA Hall of Famer The Punisher, speaking with his more familiar English accent.)

PUNISHER: "I am considered a ‘legend’ in the AWA. Makes me sound like a has-been."

(Some people in the banquet hall chuckle, but The Punisher shows no signs of this being a joke.)

PUNISHER: "Although the truth is, I my wrestling days might be long behind me, although I might make an exception if the opportunity ever presented itself. After all, how can I pass up an opportunity of creating mayhem and violence, as much - or maybe even more - mayhem and violence as the former Elimination Enterprises stablemate I am going to induct into AWA Hall of Fame?"

"Mayhem and violence... It is my life’s blood, my calling, and the same can be said for The Hangman. Whether as part of The Lone Star Outlaws or Elimination Enterprises, nobody has caused as much harm over such a long period of time as Hangman. His name will forever be written in the history books as a three-time AWA World Champion and a four-time AWA Tag Team Champion alongside Snakebite. But the fear he put into the hearts of legions of AWA wrestlers through the years is what truly will resound through the ages."

"However, since The Hangman was too, shall we say, 'preoccupied' with one Aaron Matthewson, he sent in this video tape to accept his induction into the AWA Hall of Fame." (Our camera fades in on an AWA studio. The backdrop is in darkness as we see The Hangman sitting in a chair looking into the camera as he speaks.)

HANGMAN: "I wish those in attendance could fully appreciate everything that someone in the AWA goes through. Yet, they can't. So I try to give them a glimpse into hell because hell is all that we truly know. There is pain, there is suffering, and if you're lucky... at the end of the night, you'll go back up the ramp on your two surgically repaired knees to hop on a plane and do it all over again."

"I hurt and I hate. Though I've got several friends in the business like Weston Steel and Vapor Adams that's all they are... friends in the business. There's no one that I come home to, there's no pictures in my wallet, there won't be any Hangman II's or Hangman Jr.'s to fill my shoes when I'm gone."

"Induction into the AWA Hall of Fame means that those who you walk shoulder to shoulder with into an arena feel as if you've accomplished something. Furthermore, it means that no matter how horrible and miserable I will continue to treat the fans of the AWA, they will be there watching and listening. To many of the legends before me and those down the road, an accomplishment like this will serve as the pinnacle to an incredible career. Many of them will be gracious and say "thank you" in some form or another. Yet, I look at this lifetime achievement and I ask, 'what will it do for me?' Will it be there for me when I come home? Will it understand my dreams, my fears, my hopes, my pain? Will it walk with me when I am no longer here in the AWA? The obvious answer burns at me worse than the fires could ever do to this body. I'm left hearing a voice that won't let me sleep as it says, 'It's not enough... it's not enough... it's not.... ENOUGH!'

(The Hangman looks intensely into the camera, yet we also see a hint of pain in his eyes as he puts a hand up over the camera. Our scene fades and we return to AOL Arena. The lights go dim and then we hear the small progression of chords begin at the beginning of Metallica's "Damage, Inc." Green and white lights begin to strobe as Nathaniel Henry Lee and Brian Stevens emerge from the back with the AWA Tag Team Championship belts around their waists. The two determined superstars stand on top of the stage and look around at the crowd. NHL spits a mouthful of water out of his mouth, spraying it across the stage as he looks at the crowd members. Brian Stevens looks around the crowd, ignoring the jeers and taunts from the fans. The two begin to make their way towards the ring.)

FJ: "It looks like our Tag Team Champions want to address the crowd, Herb."

HS: "I suppose so...where did you get that idea, Frank?"

FJ: "From my brain."

HS: "Anyway, I'm sure Damage, Inc. has a good reason to be here right now, walking to the ring."

(Brian Stevens ascends the ring steps as NHL pulls himself onto the ring apron. NHL climbs to the second turnbuckle and raises his arms in the air along with the AWA Tag Team Championship, soaking in the crowd's hatred. Brian Stevens climbs the adjacent turnbuckle and jaws at the fans while pointing the AWA Tag Team Championship around his waist. NHL hops down from the turnbuckle and grabs a microphone off the ring announcer. Brian Stevens hops off his turnbuckle and hooks his thumbs on the top of his Tag Team title, which he proudly displays around his waist.)

NHL: "Why, oh why, would Travis pick Hamburg as the breeding ground for this year's Classic?"

(The crowd boos NHL at his comment.)

NHL: "I know why, because he knows that Germany still needs to pay off a debt to the rest of the nation's of the world for the start of World War I. Germany's probably still paying this debt under the table, that's why everything here is so damn expensive. Back in America, the land of the free, a soda is just one lame little dollar bill. Here in Germany it's like 5 dollars in American money...what the hell?"

(The crowd boos some more as NHL continues to taunt the crowd in the AOL Arena.)

NHL: "And to top it all off, we have to be in an arena with the name GAY-OL. I don't know about you guys, but I absolutely hated my AOL service. It was so bloody expensive. And why? Because they had to make money from their merger with Time Warner? Were they really losing that much money? I don't want to get into this right now, but I do want to address something else. If some of you were intelligent to pick up on something, you would have noticed that I made mention that a certain group of four people would be making an appearance at Classic. These four people would regale us with the origins of Damage, Inc. and I can assure you all, you will be mesmorized by it. These guys are pioneers, and without them, I'm sure that this world would have been completely different from what it is now."

(The crowd is in silence, hanging on to every word NHL is saying. NHL hands the microphone over to his buddy, Brian Stevens.)

STEVENS: "And, as you can tell, they have had a major influence on us, especially Henry here. These guys had it all, and still do to this day. They have lived lives that only some of us dream of living. These guys have nicknames that are noticeable across the world. One prominant nickname is the Four Horsemen."

(At the announcement of that name, the crowd in Hamburg go crazy with cheers.)

FJ: "The Four Horsemen??"

HS: "Are you telling me that Damage, Inc. is bringing Ric Flair, Arn Anderson, Ole Anderson, and Tully Blanchard?"

FJ: "Man, Damage, Inc. is a bunch of geniuses!"

STEVENS: "And, I'm not talking about the lame NWA/WCW stable with Flair and Double A, I'm talking about a different group of guys."

(The crowd sits there, stunned by this. Stevens smiles as he passes the microphone on to Nathaniel Henry Lee.)

NHL: "What we're trying to say, is that we have the originators of Damage, Inc. here tonight. Guys, drop the curtain."

(NHL points to the stage as we see a black curtain fall, revealing three microphone stands, a drum set complete with double bass drums, 6 symbols, four tom-toms, and others. There is a WAH pedal seen next to one of the microphone stands as well as a little Danish flag on the drum set.)

NHL: "That's right! We have James Hetfield...Lars Ulrich...Kirk Hammett...and Robert Trujillo on hand with us tonight! Ladies and gentlemen, we are pleased to announce that Metallica will be here tonight to play for us tonight!"

(The crowd gives a mix reaction. Mostly cheers for the sheer fact that Metallica will be playing tonight, but also weirded out that NHL mentioned that they will be performing for them only.)

FJ: "HOLY CRAP! METALLICA IS GOING TO PLAY HERE TONIGHT!!!!!"

HS: "That would explain why the origins of Damage, Inc. will be shown tonight, because that's a song that Metallica wrote."

FJ: "...good call, Herb."

NHL: "Imagine a world without Metallica. What would Brian Williams come to the ring with? Iron Maiden? Diamond Head, like me? Black Sabbeth? Who knows. There are so many wrestlers that have used Metallica's music to complete their ring intros. There are bands out there that were inspired to pick up guitars and basses and play drums because of Metallica's music. And, Metallica certainly inspired me when I chose a name that would fit a group of destruction that I wished to lead. We are so proud that Metallica have agreed to play tonight and we are certainly proud to have this be a future Classic moment down the line. At least it will be better than Velvet Revolver...I guess for some people, they just can't handle it when a dream dies."

(I'm Going Out by Mobb Deep blares over the PA and Jeff Christianson and C-Rock appear in something new, which is unusual for them. They both are wearing a "Epitome of Physical Fitness," t-shirt in memory of Poppa as they walk out to the top of the stage. Jeff Christianson then begins to speak.)

DW: "Metallica? That's the best you could do?"

(The crowd somewhat boos at that remark, not sure how to take the former AWA tag team champion. He continues.)

DW: "They are good... Don't get me wrong... but don't live in the past. Think about the here and now. '

NHL: "Could you get to the bloody point? We don't need another one of your boring interviews?"

DW: "My bloody point is... Why listen to a past group, when you can listen to the future? They present?"

(The crowd begins to cheer in anticipation of what he's saying.)

DW: "For the first time ever, Bad Blood will change it's theme music..."

(We can hear a cheer, but also see a bunch of stunned looks since I'm Going Out by Mobb Deep has been a staple of Bad Blood over the years.)

FJ: "They're changing their music?"

HS: "This is HUGE!"

DW: "Not only are we going to be having our theme music change, but we are also going to have a live performance by a certain Chicago performer."

(The crowd begins to cheer as Jeff Christianson continues his speech.)

DW: "That's right... Chicago's own Kanye WEST will be PERFORMING OUR NEW THEME MUSIC LIVE!"

(We can now hear the crowd explode much like they did for the Metallica announcement.)

DW: "Now I won't give our theme music a change..."

(The crowd begins to somewhat boo again. C-Rock then says something.)

C-ROCK: "But I'll give you a hint."

(The crowd begins to cheer as Jeff Christianson gives a nod to C-Rock.)

C-ROCK: "Bad Blood is just like another object on this Earth... It's forever."

(The crowd begins to cheer even louder than before. NHL then speaks.)

NHL: "You can't bloody do that?"

DW: "Why not?"

NHL: "WE made our announcement first. Ours will happen... your's won't."

DW: "How about we do something the AWA's never had before?"

BS: "What are you proposing?"

NHL: "If it's what I bloody think it is, then I'll agree to it."

DW: "It probably is, Henry... I say we have a Battle of the Bands tonight at AWA Classic."

(The crowd goes crazy.)

NHL: "It's accepted... We'll see you there."

DW: "Good... Kanye will go first since he's obviously the one that's been in the limelight recently with Late Registration coming out August 30th."

NHL: "Good... Ladies always go first."

HS: "It's settled. The AWA's first ever Battle of the Bands."

FJ: "I'm going to host the event Herb."

HS: "How do you know that?"

FJ: "I'm the only man in AWA history than can hold all these stars together tonight."

STEVENS: "So it's settled. One song a piece. Tell your boy to bring his 'A' Game tonight, because he'll need it."

(We cut to a commercial hyping the "The Best of AWA Classic 2000-2005" DVD, out in stores next month, before cutting back into the arena.)

HS: "Here we go with the rematch from WMW’s farm show from a few weeks back, and a huge debut for the new man in our company, Jack Sloan."

FJ: "We have got rookie vs. rising star, and there's no question on it."

HS: "Both of these men are very proud, and ready to make an impact. It has been billed by the two as a battle of the rookies, and I think the AWA is looking forward to see which one will rise and which one will fall."

FJ: "Then let us get this match on the road already."

(The Sounds of "Roadhouse Blues" by The Doors hits the arena speakers and white lights flash at the entrance under the AWA tron, as the arena darkens and Jack Sloan steps out from the back, making his way down to the ring, pumped and into the music, as he gets himself ready before even getting in the ring. The crowd begins to cheer him on as he makes his way to the ring and inside. He slides under the bottom rope and spins in a circle in the ring, holding his arms out somewhat and flexing and then goes to his corner.The crowd still cheers and claps for him. JP Morgan follows, making the announcement of who this man is for Sloan.)

MORGAN: ""Weighing in at 240lbs., standing tall at 6'3, from down South and his friend from NY with the Mouth. He is a boxer, a fighter and here to wrestle. Louisiana's own prodigy, AWA's very own, JAAAAACK SLOOOOOOAN!"

HS: "Quite the entrance for The Farm's first graduate."

FJ: "Let's see what his opponent has got."

(White smokes fills the arena. We then hear the sound of quarters dropping as "Piggy Bank" hits the PA. From the top to the bottom of the ramp, light from the explosions fills up the arena. Andrew Flash pops up and watches the crowd. Flash walks down to the middle of the ramp and puts his head down and spreads his arms as the pyro goes off three times. Then he makes his way into the ring. Through the bottom rope Flash slides in. Still on the ground he lays there for a few seconds and pops up. He then smiles and looks all around at the crowd as they continue to cheer for him with a part mixed reaction.)

HS: "I think he’s got quite the entrance himself, but with his recent actions the fan base is a little different now."

FJ: "Fan base may be true, but he’s standing tall and standing strong with what he does and can do."

HS: "True, and this is a wrestling match, and a rematch at that. Both men have something to prove here, so let's see what they’ve got for each other."

(The bell sounds and things get underway fast and hard. Flash takes a charge at Sloan and the larger man gets the advantage with a clean punch to the face and a body push that backs Sloan up into the corner. Just as quick as that happens Sloan lays a devastating right hand right on Flashes jaw and just looks at him for a moment, smiles and unleashes with a fury of punches, rights and lefts to the face, backing Flash all the way to the opposite corner to a huge pop of the crowd The ref gets between them and Sloan backs up.)

HS: "Jesus, I’ve never seen anything like that, did you see those punches?"

FJ: "I don’t care who he is, I like that style, he must have hit him 15 times in the face."

(Sloan backs up at the referee’s request and Flash slaps his head a few times, getting back into this thing and goes for a lock up. Sloan obliges him and locks up, kneeing him in the stomach, then delivering a huge European uppercut that blasts Flash back. Sloan grabs him again and delivers another impactful European uppercut then he snap mares him to the mat and kicks him square in the spine. He goes down putting his knee into Flashes back, then grabs both of Flashes arms and pulls them back for a stretch. On the outside JP Morgan blows his whistle, slaps the mat a few times and cheers him on. Sloan wrenches the maneuver in, grinding down and pulling back, but Flash kicks the mat a few times, starting to get to his feet as Sloan starts standing with this.)

HS: "Sloan is going to have to learn early on, it may take more to beat the AWA competetion."

FJ: "And Flash is big and has got a lot in him."

(Flash gets to his feet and gets an arm free to lay in a few punches to the stomach of Sloan, but Sloan catches the arm after three and turns it into an arm wringer, then tries to whip Flash into the ropes. The larger Flash reverses and whips Sloan into the ropes. Sloan comes back from the ropes and hits a huge lariat that knocks Flash to the mat with an arm on chest thud heard around the arena. He hits the ropes again and drops an elbow, then he gets up, drops another elbow, and goes for the cover. ONE.. TWO... kickout. Sloan picks up Flash and delivers a hard snap suplex. He holds onto it and picks Flash up again, throwing him into the ropes and hitting the opposite ropes and delivers a sickening yakuza kick right to Flashes face that sends him flipping back and rolling outside of the ring. Flash is getting up on the outside and Sloan hits the opposite ropes. He comes charging toward Flash and dives through the middle rope with a suicide dive forearm smash to the face and lands on his feet, all his body and arm knocking Flash down. The crowd pops huge again, louder this time, starting to get behind Sloan now.)

HS: "Sloan has got the crowd on his side tonight, I don’t think they’ve seen hard hitting action like this in a while."

FJ: "This guy pulls out all the stops."

(Sloans manager Morgan jumps up and down, waving his visor in the air and blowing the whistle, as Sloan picks up Flash and throws him back into the ring, following afterward. Flash starts getting to his feet and Sloan plants some body shots and then hooks him, looking around the arena and sending him up and over with a large T-bone suplex and floating over grabbing his arm and locking in an armbar, kicking down on Flashes face, then wrenching it in. He pulls back on it and Flash struggles, inching his legs finally until he gets the ropes and Sloan is forced to break the maneuver. Flash grabs the ropes and starts pulling himself up in the corner. Sloan helps him up delivering a straight punch, then another, then another. He walks away, turning his back to Flash and out of nowhere turns around running fast and jumping in the air with a devastating forearm to the face that sends Flash down in the corner to his butt.)

HS: "Oh my..."

FJ: "Flash was all boxed op in that corner on that one."

HS: "Funny you should say that because that is exactly what Sloan calls that combo, Boxed Up."

FJ: "Yeesh, and for good reason to."

(Sloan hits the ropes and goes charging for Flash in the bottom corner, but Flash rolls away to the middle rope and Sloan stops dead in his tracks. Flash points to his head, but Sloan points to his leg, slapping it a few times. Then he kicks the rib of Flash from the back, then the other one. Flash rolls over leaning agains the middle rope on his back and Sloan delivers a huge chop. The crowd woos, and Sloan delivers another chop, and another. Then he picks Flash up, whipping him into the ropes and backdrops the large Flash. Flash slowly makes his way to his feet and Sloan grabs him, trying to pick him up in a fisherman suplex, but Flash counters and blocks his foot.)

HS: "Flash stopped this one from being over."

FJ: "He sure did, but how is he taking this?"

HS: "He’s a wrestler frank, how do you think?"

( Flash hits a European uppercut on Sloan that sends Sloan straight up. He grabs and rubs his jaw, looks right at Flash and hits an uppercut of his own, then a forearm smash, another forearm, another forearm, backing Flash up with each one. He hits a body kick, a punch, a forearm, a right jab, a left jab, a left body kick, a forearm a forearm, a final forearm and Flash falls to the ground. Sloan grabs Flashes head and picks him up, hooking him up in the fisherman again, this time lifting him up and then falling to his butt as he plants Flash between his legs with a sitout fisherman driver.)

HS: "He calls that the Sloan Driver."

FJ: "I would call that just getting Sloaned!"

(Sloan hooks Flahses leg and gets in the lateral press as the referee drops down and makes the 1,2,3. Sloan gets up with his arm being raised by the referee, to a loud applause and clap of the crowd.)

HS: "I don’t even know what to say, I have never seen anything like that finish."

FJ: "This rookie has definitely made an impact in his debut, it was all impacts."

(Flash is grabbing his head and body. As he uses the ropes to help himself up, JP Morgan runs into the ring, blowing the whistle as he raises Sloan's arm high in the air. Sloan has a big smile on his face and is slapping his friend on the back. He looks at Flash and helps him to his feet, but Flash pushes him away and Sloan looks a bit shocked and shakes his head. Then JP walks past Sloan, fast bumping into him, and kicks Flash square in the nuts!)

HS: "That’s payback from two weeks ago!"

FJ: "A nut for a nut, Herb, a manager's justice."

HS: "And a pure wrestler and fighter's debut!"

(Sloan grabs JP Morgan and pulls him away, shaking his head some as he lifts JP Morgan in the air on his shoulder and slaps his chest a few times. Both men raise their hands high in the air with huge smiles on their faces as the crowd cheers the new duo in appreciation. We fade to the back and see someone in all black beginning to attack C-Rock, who had no idea it was coming. We can see the man is using a tire iron to strike the back of the head of C-Rock. Security quickly comes to C-Rock's dressing room, only to see the man in black escape.)

HS: "That man in black just attacked C-Rock!"

FJ: "I knew Damage Inc. would add some spice to our show tonight."

HS: "I wonder if C-Rock will be ready to go for the Tag Team title match later tonight."

(A commercial runs for AWA Overpower 2005 on September 18th, before we cut back to Herb and Frank.)

HS: "We saw The Punisher inducting The Hangman into the Hall of Fame earlier on. Another man who was being inducted last night was Brian Williams. However, Williams has been missing in action lately, and yesterday was no exception. Still, Low was there to hold a speech for him."

(We cut back to the Atlantic Hotel's banquet room. Low, dressed in a black tuxedo, is standing behind the microphone, adressing the wrestlers in attendance.)

LOW: "This has been a great evening so far, and I really enjoy the fact that so many legends are in attendance here tonight. It is great knowing that each and every one of you helped setting standards..."

(Low puts on a huge grin.)

LOW: "...that I singlehandedly redefined. But Brian Williams is the one man that has brought me closer to hanging my tights up than anybody else. Here is a man who joined the AWA only two years ago, and he at first just appeared to be another scary, evil, big man. And that's exactly what he was, yet he took it all to new heights. He quickly ended the career of promising newcomer Zeal. He established a better track record against Low than anybody else. He destroyed Jayson Price on many occasions. And let's not forget, some attribute him with taking the life of Adam Bawm."

(The camera focuses on the serious face of Kelly Lynch.)

LOW: "He is one of only a handful of men to win the AWA World title three times. In the process, he set up the record for longest reigning World Champion in AWA history. As much as I despise him as a human being, I have nothing but the utmost respect for a man with his skills and his credentials. I know he can't be here tonight, but ladies and gentlemen, it is a great honor for me to induct Brian Williams into the AWA Hall of Fame."

(Low starts applauding and the room follows his lead, yet Brian Williams does not appear. We cut back to Herb and Frank.)

FJ: "It's too bad Williams didn't appear to create some havoc there."

HS: "Well, he has not been seen since King Of The Kage, so it came as no surprise to me. One legend who was there to accept his induction into the Hall of Fame, however, was former AWA World Champion Nightmist, and he was inducted by another former Elimination Enterprises stablemate - "The Southern Gentleman" Snakebite."

(We return to the banquet hall once again, seeing the rather regal form of The Southern Gentleman as he adjusts his hat and straightens his collar. Looking into the crowd, he smiles, showing off his pearly whites as a gleam briefly appears. Nodding, he then address the camera.)

TSG: "Elimination Enterprises. What does that name mean to you? To most it means greatness. Many times people have held that name up as the mark of excellence... the bar to shoot for. Many times, we kept raising the bar just to hear everyone groan in the back. Yet, is that what Elimination Enterprises means to YOU?"

"Let me tell you what Elimination Enterprises means to me. EE, as it was usually referred to, will always be about opportunity. Sure, EE has come and gone, but to this day doors still continue to open for its members and we continue to walk through them. Today another member walks through the door into the hallowed AWA Hall of Fame and it gives me great pleasure to induct not only a friend in the business, but a friend in life... Nightmist."

"Nightmist, thank you for all that you've done for the Sandmen of Carnage, for Elimination Enterprises, and for the American Wrestling Alliance. Furthermore, thank you for giving the fans many, many memorable moments. Finally, thank you Nightmist... for allowing me to learn from you and to be in your company for all of these years. Cheers Night... I say... I SAY NOW BOYH!!!... Nightmist. God bless ya."

(The Southern Gentleman holds up a tall glass of tea with a slice of lemonade on it. Going to take a sip, he stops before looking back to the camera.)

TSG: "I am aaahhhh-palllled at mah behavior. Care for some tea? Maybe some brisket? No? How about some ice cream?"

(The crowd laughs as Nightmist makes his way onto the stage. Snakebite hands him a glass of tea as well and the two former EE members toast each other. Nightmist then walks over to the microphone. A cold smile spreads across his face.)

NIGHTMIST: "Ah, it is good to be back at an AWA show after almost a year away. Interesting to see just which stable produced the most Hall of Famers. When I returned to the AWA last year, I worked my way up, I took on all comers, without concern of status. As I have done throughout my career, whether as Nightmist, Bull Majors or Haunt, I defeated rookie to veteran. I even took out the 'unbeatable' Brian Williams. I have laid more people to rest than you can imagine, year in, year out."

"My kingdom of pain is greater than it ever was, and it may even become greater one day. If I decide to return, the blood will run freely in the AWA and everybody will learn to respect the King of Pain. You will learn your place behind the Hall of Famer that is Nightmist. You are hearing the words that I have spoken so often, maybe you must live through it to truly appreciate it."

"I will return to the AWA when my path guides me back. It won’t be solely for the pieces of metal that once adorned my waist, but it will be for a much larger purpose. For those active wrestlers and the AWA faithful, you should take the opportunity and sit quietly to ponder your existence in this world. Why do you draw breath? What is your purpose? As I have discovered, it can only be uncovered by a connection with God. I identify with the catapillar who goes about life Earth bound and crawling only to one day enter into a chrysalis to undergo a metamorphosis. Like the snake I will have to shed this skin and come to grips with what the King of Pain will look like in the end."

(Nightmist leaves the podium as there is a confused reaction by the people in attendance - some applaud, some cheer, some boo, some mumble. We return to the arena where the lights grow dim and soon black out. The crowd seems confused as to who is actually coming out. All of a sudden, a light from the top points to the middle of the ramp below the titantron. No one is there, then it blacks out.

"FIREFLY!"

"SHINE YOUR LIGHT"

Pyro explodes, "FireFly" plays by Breaking Benjamin and the crowd continues in confusion as the Beek steps out from behind the pyro. The BeeK walks toward the ring and then looks at the crowd with a smile hoping to give them his best. He does a little jump on the ring then when he jumps on the ring, BOOM! Fireworks come up from the turnbuckles and the BeeK looks a the coward. The BeeK does a little hop while waiting for his opponent.)

FJ: "Who's this joker?"

HS: "He's the Beek."

FJ: "He's not very impressive from what I've saw."

HS: "He's never wrestled on AWA television before."

FJ: "Good reason to why he's not that impressive."

("Cold" by Crossfade begins to play and Xander steps from the backstage area with Lexus by his side and pause at the top of the ramp. Looking out over the crowd as his pyro goes off in the background Crew raises one of his arms in the air as the other wraps around Lexus pulling her close. After a quick kiss they continue to ringside not paying attention to the crowd on people in attendance. Xander slides under the bottom rope and begins to pace the ring as Lexus takes her spot at ringside. As his music fades out X awaits his opponent in the ring with Lexus making fun of some of the fans at ringside.)

FJ: "Now this is someone I could get used to."

HS: "Xander?"

FJ: "Is that the woman's name?"

HS: "You mean Lexus."

FJ: "What a name... Lexus. I can just say it all night."

(Suddenly the roar of starting jet engines fills the arena and a video capture of a fighter speeding down a runway and taking off is shown on the big screen. The arena lights then dim and Sandstorm by Darude blares out of the speakers. Several strobe lights flicker over the ring, and some randomly sweep the crowd. He enters with a silver/black hang glider. He climbs the turnbuckle, raises his arms in the air and leaps forward with a 360 somersault. Exactly when he lands, the music cuts and huge flames shoot out of all four ring-posts. The lights then go back to normal.)

FJ: "This is?"

HS: "Johnny Jet."

FJ: "Cool entrance."

HS: "You're really out of it tonight, Frank."

FJ: "Lexus..."

HS: "Get over it, she's with him."

FJ: "Who? Him?"

HS: "Not the Beek... Xander Crew."

(The lights in the arena suddenly dim and a dark blue light emanates from the stage. O Fortuna by Carmen cuts in and The Iceman steps onto the stage. He poses for a few seconds looking around the crowd and takes a deep breath before continuing down the ramp to the ring. As he walks down the ramp he lifts his arms up and enters the ring before doing it again with a crude smile on his face.)

HS: "The Iceman."

FJ: "You don't know what I'm about to ask you... you can't answer my question yet."

HS: "Herb, I've known you for years, and I can answer your every question."

FJ: "We'll see... Who's that guy who just entered the ring?"

HS: "The Iceman."

FJ: "Interesting... Very interesting."

(The referee calls for the bell and the match begins. The Iceman locks up with Johnny Jet. Iceman pushes Johnny Jet into the corner and begins delivering chops to Jet. Jet, however, fires back with a chop of his own and they begin delivering chops back and forth to each other. Iceman takes a quick advantage by sending a knee to the gut, followed by a DDT.)

FJ: "Thank God they stopped chopping each other."

(Meanwhile, the Beek has charged Xander Crew, only to be met with a deep arm drag. Both men quickly to their feet, but Xander capitalizes with a quick drop kick sending the Beek back down. Beek quickly gets back up, but he's met with another deep arm drag. The Beek quickly gets out of the ring to re-think his strategy against the always impressive Xander Crew.)

HS: "Xander is looking very impressive against the Beek."

(We now go back to the action between the Iceman and Johnny Jet. Iceman attempts to lock back up with Jet, but Jet ducks and as the Iceman turns around he is met with a side kick. Iceman quickly gets to his feet. Johnny Jet hits a clubbing forearm blow, stunning the Iceman. He then connects with a snap suplex. He attempts a pin. One... And Xander Crew drops an elbow on his back.)

HS: "Good move by Xander Crew in this Fatal-Fourway match."

FJ: "For those of you at home, that means the Instant Classic is one fall to a finish."

(Xander Crew has now pick Johnny Jet up and slams him on the mat with a body slam. Xander hits an elbow drop on Jet and quickly hooks in a chinlock. The Beek now rolls into the ring. Just as it looks like he's going to break the chinlock up, Iceman quickly hits the Beek with a big boot. Iceman now begins stomping away on the Beek.)

HS: "Interesting strategy."

FJ: "What's that loser doing?"

HS: "Are you reffering to the Beek?"

FJ: "I guess so... I'm talking about the guy who hasn't hit an offensive move yet."

(Iceman quickly picks the Beek up and kicks him in the stomach. He then drops a doubled over Beek with a piledriver. He goes for a quick cover. One... Xander breaks the chinlock. Two... Xander drops another elbow breaking up a pin from the Iceman. Xander and the Iceman both got quickly to their feet. They begin trading punches, with the Iceman getting an early advantage. Iceman Irish whips Xander to the ropes. As Xander comes back towards him, Iceman hits a vicious Belly to Belly Suplex. Johnny Jet attempts a pin on Xander. Before he can get a one count, Iceman pulls him off. Iceman picks Xander up. Xander attempts a punch, but Iceman ducks and catches him with a release German suplex. Iceman quickly goes for the cover. One... Two... And Xander kicks out.)

HS: "It looks like someone is going to challenge Xander for the AWA roster spot."

FJ: "Maybe... Maybe not."

(Johnny Jet has now picked up the Beek and throws him out of the ring. Johnny Jet now takes flight by jumping over the top rope and connecting with a Senton on the Beek. We see both men on the ground in pain. Back in the ring, we see the Iceman pick Xander up. Iceman throws a haymaker, which Xander ducks. As Iceman turns around, Xander grabs his arm and drops him in an arm breaker. Xander quickly capitalizes by attempting to apply a crippler crossface, but Iceman quickly grabs the ropes before he can lock in the move. Xander quickly breaks the hold and allows the Iceman time to get up.)

HS: "What sportsmanship shown by Xander Crew."

FJ: "Any AWA wrestler would have capitalized by now."

HS: "Some people have respect for their opponents Frank."

(Iceman gets up, and charges his opponent, Xander, who picks him up and slams the charging Iceman down with a Spinebuster. He goes for the cover. One... Two... And Johnny Jet is back in the ring to pull Xander off. The Beek quickly enters the ring, trying to capitalize on the downed Iceman. As he approaches Iceman, who is on one knee, Iceman quickly nails the Beek with a superkick.)

HS: "That's the Frozen Out."

FJ: "What's that mean?"

HS: "His name for the Superkick you idiot."

(Iceman quickly goes for the cover on the Beek. One... Two... Johnny Jet and Xander Crew both drop an elbow on Iceman. Johnny Jet now attempts a pin on the Beek. One... Two... and Xander Crew pulls him off. We see Xander quickly drop an elbow across the Beek's chest. Xander now picks the Beek up and Irish whips him into a corner. The Beek walks out of the corner right into a Rock Bottom. Xander now goes for a pin. One... Two... And the Iceman is back to make the save.)

FJ: "I thought it was over there."

HS: "The Beek has really taken a beating in this match."

(Johnny Jet now pairs back up with the Iceman. We see Johnny Jet throw a forearm at Iceman, who ducks under it. He As Jet turns back around, Iceman applies a sleeperhold. We can see the effects of the sleeper quickly taking place. After about thirty seconds or so, we see Johnny Jet drop all the way down. The referee begins to drop his hand. His hand goes down once. His hand goes down again. Then as the hand begins to drop for a third time we see Xander Crew flying and hitting a spinning heel kick to the head of Iceman which knocks him out of the ring. Xander quickly goes for the cover on Jet. One... Two... Three... No, Iceman pulled Jet out of the ring.)

HS: "Another near fall by Xander Crew."

FJ: "Very close... Iceman made a great decision that only AWA wrestlers make."

HS: "What's that Frank?"

FJ: "He pulled him out of the ring so Xander Crew couldn't get the victory."

(We now see Iceman pick Johnny Jet up. He puts him in position for a Tombstone and drops him outside the ring. Meanwhile, inside the ring, Xander is upset that Iceman pulled Jet out of the ring. We now see the Beek get up. Xander turns around and Beek throws a cltohesline. Xander ducks it. As the Beek turns around, Xander picks him up into a position for the Firecutter. He now spins the Beek around and connects with the move. He covers the Beek. One... Two... Three...)

HS: "Xander Crew has just won an AWA Contract."

(As if on cue, we hear Hail to the Chief and AWA President Travis Gray comes out from backstage with an AWA contract in his hand. He quickly enters the ring and begins to speak.)

GRAY: "Ladies and gentlemen, this fine athlete, Xander Crew has earned his spot in the AWA's first ever Instant Classic match. Welcome to the AWA, Xander. All you have to do is sign here, and the rest of what you do in the AWA is up to you."

(President Gray hands Xander Crew the contract and Xander signs it. Xander leaves the ring, but Travis Gray remains. He speaks again.)

Gray: "And since you didn't put any kind of effort into giving my pay-per-view any promotion, and you didn't prepare yourself for this match, Beek, YOU'RE FIRED!"

(We now hear Hail to the Chief again and Travis Gray exits the ring.)

FJ: "Hahaha, that's right, Beek, don't half ass your AWA career, buddy, or you're outta here!"

HS: "Well, I can't say I disagree with that opinion. AWA fans, last night at the Atlantic Hotel here in Hamburg we had not only our AWA Hall of Fame induction ceremony, but the winners of the AWA Awards 2005 were announced. Fans all over the world, but also AWA superstars voted for their favorite wrestlers and moments of the last AWA year, starting at Classic 2004. An ugly scene occured, however, as Whoopi Goldberg tried to make her return to AWA television, banging on the banquet hall's door and screaming 'Let me in, man, let me in! Yeah, man, yeah!' Security was finally able to remove her from the hall, but it was an ugly scene."

FJ: "That Whoopi will never learn. Doesn't she know her glory days in the AWA as an award presenter and friend of Low are long gone?"

HS: "But here is what else happened!"

(We cut to AWA President Travis Gray standing on the stage, an envelope in his hand.)

GRAY: "Ladies and gentlemen, AWA employees and fans here in attendance tonight, the AWA has a long and rich history. Many great superstars have visited the AWA over the years, many of whom have returned eventually. Therefore, for the first time ever, the AWA is going to present the Comeback of the Year Award. And the nominees are...

The Hangman...

King Chozen...

Low...

Atlas Johansson...

and Whisper.

And the winner is...

(A drum roll begins to play as Gray opens the envelope.)

GRAY: "The AWA World Heavyweight Champion WHISPER!"

(The AWA fans and wrestlers in attendance erupt in a loud mixture of applause and boos as Whisper, the World title belt draped over his shoulder, makes his way onto the stage. He shakes Gray's hand and then accepts the award plaque. He glares into the room and at the people in attendance with an arrogant look on his face.)

WHISPER: "Really, who else?"

(With that, he walks off the stage as everybody seems somewhat confused at the lack of length to Whisper's speech. A short "AWA Hall of Fame and Awards Banquet" graphic appears on our screen and we jump to later in the evening, where a well-dressed "Dark Warrior" Jeff Christianson is holding the next plaque and envelope.)

DW: "Over the years, the AWA has featured many great stars that were new to the sport of professional wrestling, dubbed 'rookies'. In the past, the AWA has awarded the Rookie, Newcomer and Breakthrough of the Year awards with winners such as Lars Fredrickson, Jayson Price, and myself. This year, the AWA has decided to return to the combined Rookie and Most Improved awards, named the Breakthrough Wrestler of the Year award. Nominated for this award are...

Andreas Lasiewicz...

BlackJack...

Nathaniel Henry Lee...

Orlando Ortega...

and Schizm.

And the winner is...

(The drum roll plays again.)

DW: "I refuse to call him what he calls himself. He is the AWA UNITED STATES Champion ANDREAS LASIEWICZ!"

(Again there is a mixed reaction, although the camera briefly focuses on a small, but very vocal contigent of AWA fans from nearby Poland, cheering loudly for "their' Champion. Lasiewicz, like Whisper, has his title belt with him as he makes his way onto the stage. He just pulls the plaque out of the hands of his hated rival Christianson.)

LASIEWICZ: "I'll just repeat what I said the other day."

"Hangman? Owned him. Check."

"Low? Owned him. Check."

(The camera shows Low with an arrogant, dismissive grin.)

LASIEWICZ: "John Williams? Owned him. Check."

(John Williams can be seen shrugging his shoulders.)

LASIEWICZ: "King Chozen? Owned him. Check."

(We see King Chozen mouthing the words "Tomorrow, Lasiewicz, tomorrow".)

LASIEWICZ: "Brian Stevens? NHL? Owned them both. Check."

(Cut to Stevens and NHL patting their Tag Team title belts.)

LASIEWICZ: "Jeff Christianson? Owned him more than I can count. Check."

"So of course I, the Polish Champion, am the Breakthrough Wrestler of the Year. And as if that wasn't enough, at this rate I am going to be the Wrestler of the Year in 2006. Mark my words."

(With that, we cut back into the arena. The arena lights all focus upon the stage as "What Up Gangsta" by 50 Cent starts playing. The lights around the entrance gate swivel around and focus on T Mac, a spectacular blur of flares and shines reflecting from his bling in the lights. T Mac gets a reception of cheering from the crowd as he flashes his bling to the crowd. He throws out some poses such as crotch grabs and street signs then struts down to the ring, further displaying his bling. He gets in the ring as his music ends and awaits his opponent.)

HS: "Well, after graduating, so to speak, from the Wrestle Midwest Farm League, T Mac has been entangled in one of the most unique feuds in AWA history."

FJ: "Yep. He carried over his rivalry from WMW with Rawstarr into the AWA, but the two came together and formed a alliance from the threat of the ‘King of the Streets’ Onslaught!"

HS: "Well, I’m not so sure about how accurate that whole ‘King of the Streets’ moniker is in regards to Onslaught, but he has really been a thorn in the side of both T Mac and Rawstarr, especially in the last two or three weeks."

(Blue LIGHTS gleam on the head of Rawstarr Total Darkness, half way down the Ramp it the Back blows and you can see all yellow lights in the arena, as Rawstarr takes off his hood of his trench coat. Rawstarr slides into the ring and stares at T Mac before going to his corner and taking off his trench coat and awaiting his final opponent to start this high-profile match.)

HS: "Wow! Did you see the look Rawstarr gave T Mac?"

FJ: "Oh yeah. Rawstarr and T Mac are definitely not friends. Whatever they were doing earlier in the week in terms of teaming together to get the better of Onslaught is over. This is every man for themselves and a win at the biggest Pay Per View of the year is HUGE for any man’s career, especially these young guns."

HS: "Indeed, a win here at Classic will definitely help propel a man’s career!"

(Rawstarr’s theme of 2 Pac’s "Trapped" ends and is followed by a few seconds of silence. T Mac and Rawstarr both stare at the entrance ramp for Onslaught, but his music hasn’t hit yet... but suddenly, we hear what sounds like a large Semi Truck starting up.)

FJ: "Whoa. Wait, do you hear that, Herb?"

HS: "Yeah, it sounded like a truck! A BIG truck!"

(Herb was right, as from the side of the entrance ramp comes a semi-truck almost at the same time that the intro to ‘BOOF’ hits over the arena’s P.A. System! The semi-truck pulls all the way out from the back and we see what it’s hauling…a flat bed full of people from the hip-hop community and the man who wrote and performed ‘BOOF,’ Onslaught! Two DJ’s are set up on the truck and they are scratching away with the ‘BOOF’ track playing over the arena’s sound system. Onslaught gets up on top of the truck from the flatbed and a mess of fireworks shoot off. Onslaught starts yelling at the fans with the lyrics from ‘BOOF’ before jumping from the top of the truck to the entrance ramp. Onslaught smiles and starts jawing almost immediately with the fans on his way down to the ring. Once Onslaught reaches the ring, he hops up to the ring apron and turns around and starts telling the fans that he is ‘going to serve these bitches!’ Onslaught turns around and hops over the top rope while doing the splits. Onslaught raises his arms in a very cocky manner while spewing insults at both Rawstarr and T Mac, Onslaught’s hit ‘BOOF’ ends and we are ready for the match!)

HS: "Whoa! I wonder how much that ring intro cost Brian Stevens? You know for a fact that Onslaught didn’t pay for that!"

FJ: "Money isn’t even a factor when someone is writing hit songs like ‘BOOF!’ Onslaught is probably bringing in big time money as, believe it or not, ‘BOOF’ is getting major play over all of the radio stations back home in the States!"

HS: "This match is very important to all men involved as a win here tonight will surely put them on the fast track to success here in the AWA."

FJ: "Yeah, but don’t forget that Rawstarr has had a previous run in this promotion. He’s almost certainly the most experienced of the three going into this one."

HS: "Yes, that’s right. It should also be noted that this is Rawstarr’s second Classic appearance while this marks the first Classic appearances for both T Mac and Onslaught."

FJ: "Definitely a big night in both men’s careers as they pop their proverbial AWA Classic cherry‘s."

HS: "That’s just... wrong."

FJ: "Say what you will. I stand by what I said."

HS: "And speaking of saying things, it looks like Rawstarr is in the ring with the microphone!"

FJ: "Wow. This should be enlightening."

RAWSTARR: "Onslaught. I want you to listen and listen good because I am sick and tired of your antics and I know T Mac is too. So, to make our match a little more interesting, I want to add a stipulation... unless you are to gutless to accept it!"

(Onslaught laughs and struts over and grabs the mic from Rawstarr.)

ONSLAUGHT: "First off, how all my dogs in GERMANY!"

(Onslaught gets a mixed chorus of cheers and jeers. Onslaught smiles and continues on.)

ONSLAUGHT: "Yo, Rawstarr. I ain’t got no problems wit’ a stip, baby! You pick it and I be the one makin’ you look like a bitch! BOOF, son!"

(The crowd responds be shouting BOOF back at Onslaught, which brings a huge smile to the face of Onslaught. Onslaught tosses the mic nonchalantly back to Rawstarr before pounding his chest and sending out props to the crowd while shouting BOOF to them.)

RAWSTARR: "Well, I’m glad that you’re in such a competitive mood this evening because the stipulation is this: if either T Mac or I beat you tonight, you are FORCED to give up all things poser related! Your do-rag, your ghetto street wear, the bling, and especially…I don’t want to hear the song ‘BOOF’ ever again! If you beat us, hell, T Mac and I will personally front all the cash we got and send you back to the studio so you can record something other than ‘BOOF!’ Are we on?"

(Rawstarr hands the mic back to Onslaught. Onslaught looks to the crowd and asks them what they think. The crowd starts a very loud ‘BOOF’ chant. Onslaught looks back at Rawstarr and gives is response.)

ONSLAUGHT: "Oh, it’s on like Donkey Kong, bee-yotch!"

(The ref calls for the bell and finally this one is on! All three men start eying each other, but all three men are very reluctant to make a move. Both Onslaught and Rawstarr step up and get right up in each other’s face. Onslaught has some words for Rawstarr and they don’t seem to go over very well as Onslaught gets pie faced! Onslaught starts yelling, saying that ‘he’s gon’ kill’ Rawstarr. Rawstarr decides that he doesn’t need to get screamed at so he pokes Onslaught in the eyes! Onslaught immediately turns around, reeling in pain. Rawstarr follows up by pulling down the suede gangsta’ pants of Onslaught and kicking him on the backside, which promptly sends Onslaught to the outside.)

FJ: "I see London! I see France!"

HS: "Ugh. Did we just see Onslaught’s underpants?"

FJ: "I told you this one was gonna be special!"

(Onslaught is red in the face and the fans are laughing hysterically at him. Onslaught finally pulls his pants up and yells at Rawstarr, telling him that ‘that ain’t cool, dog!’ Onslaught gets back into the ring, where both T Mac and Rawstarr are laughing at the seven foot, self-proclaimed ‘King of the Streets.’ Onslaught tells Rawstarr to move aside and that he wants to fight T Mac. Rawstarr happily obliges and moves to the corner and rests while Onslaught and T Mac lock up in a collar-elbow tie up. T Mac comes out on top with a hammerlock, which Onslaught quickly counters with a hammerlock of his own. T Mac tosses back a elbow and it hits Onslaught right in the face. T Mac does a standing switch and again comes up with a hammerlock. Onslaught looks real frustrated, but he eventually gets the better of T Mac, again countering with a hammerlock of his own. Rawstarr looks like he’s seen enough and sneaks up behind Onslaught and again, he swiftly pulls the pants down on Onslaught again! Onslaught breaks the hold and tries to run out of the ring, but he trips on his pants, which are down around his ankles and he fall right on his face!)

FJ: "Oh, no! Poor Onslaught! The BOOF master has his pants around his ankles for a second time this match!"

HS: "That’s just... unattractive."

FJ: "Don’t lie, Herb. You’re totally into it and you know it!"

HS: "How about NO, Frank!"

FJ: "C’mon, buddy! Get in touch with your masculine femininity!"

(Rawstarr and T Mac both start laughing again as Onslaught rolls to the outside in shame once again. Onslaught gets his pants back up and instead of going back into the ring, he decides to unfold a steel chair and takes a seat right next to the timekeeper. Onslaughts signals with his hands for T Mac and Rawstarr to mix it up.)

HS: "Well, it looks like Onslaught is going to sit this one out for a little while."

FJ: "Maybe a good idea. I’m kind of sick of seeing his undies."

(T Mac heeds the advise of Onslaught and jumps Rawstarr from behind. He starts clubbing away at the back of Rawstarr before sending him to the ropes with an Irish Whip. Rawstarr counters, however, and Rawstarr plants T Mac with a Spinebuster with authority! Rawstarr mounts T Mac and starts pounding away at his skull with some lefts and rights. Rawstarr dismounts and heads to the ropes and rebounds back with a Leg Drop right across the throat of T Mac. Rawstarr goes for a cover, but T Mac kicks out at ONE! Rawstarr picks T Mac up by the hair and whips him to the ropes…but no one sees Onslaught sneak into the ring! He grabs an unsuspecting Rawstarr from behind and lifts him up in a reverse Torture Rack. Once Onslaught has Rawstarr up, he hit’s the rebounding T Mac with a Big Boot right to the face! T Mac immediately scurries to the outside while Onslaught drops Rawstarr with a HUGE Burning Hammer!)

HS: "BURNING HAMMER!"

FJ: "Damn! He just dropped him on his neck!"

(Rawstarr, luckily, had the ring presence to roll to the floor to avoid being pinned. Rawstarr coincidentally ends up right next to T Mac on the floor. Onslaught sees this and waits for both men to get to their feet... and once they do, Onslaught hit’s the ropes and flies over the top rope with a corkscrew suicide dive and takes out both men!)

FJ: "Wow! The ‘Baron of BOOF’ is on a roll! That’ll learn you to pull a man’s pants down!"

HS: "Like him or hate him, the kid looks impressive!"

(Onslaught immediately pulls Rawstarr up and starts punching away at the skull of the Atlanta native. Onslaught and Rawstarr brawl their way all the way up the entrance ramp until they are at the very top! Onslaught looks like he has the advantage as he grabs the head of Rawstarr and runs him to the edge of the stage…but Rawstarr blocks and instead, he counters by hip-tossing Onslaught from the entrance ramp! Luckily, Onslaught’s ‘crew’ was on the awaiting flatbed connected to the Semi and they caught the seven foot monster! Rawstarr jumps down and on to the truck and tells Onslaught’s flunkies to ‘get lost’ which they promptly do. Rawstarr quickly mounts Onslaught and starts slamming his head into the bed of truck. Rawstarr picks up Onslaught, and as soon as he’s on his feet... we realize that we lost track of T Mac! T Mac flies and hits Rawstarr with a moonsault as Onslaught moves at the last possible second with a somersault. )

HS: "Very high risk by T Mac there!"

FJ: "Onslaught had enough sense about him to roll out of the way of that moonsault press, let’s see if the giant can capitalize!"

(Onslaught must have heard Frank’s advice as he gets right up to his feet, a little groggy, and kicks a slow to get up T Mac right in the back of the head, sending him back down to the bed of the trailer. Onslaught yells out to the crowd that it’s time for the ‘BOOF bomb’ and they react with a chorus of BOOF’s. Onslaught grabs T Mac and positions him for a Powerbomb... but Onslaught opts to reposition himself so he would be tossing T Mac to the concrete floor below! Onslaught hoists up T Mac and does indeed drop him right on the concrete floor with his Jackknife Powerbomb, which he has apparently dubbed the ‘BOOF bomb!’ T Mac looks to not be moving as he landed right on his head!)

HS: "Oh my GOODNESS! T Mac just got Jackknifed right off of that Flatbed onto the concrete! He landed right on his damn neck!"

FJ: "First, let’s get the move right…it was a BOOF bomb. Secondly, DAMN! Did you see the impact!? Did you hear the thud!?"

HS: "I feel sick to my stomach! The crowd here is still in awe!"

FJ: "I have a feeling T Mac is going to be a non-factor for the rest of this one."

HS: "Jeez. You think?"

(Onslaught starts celebrating as the fans sit in awe, not saying a word as the thud from T Mac’s skull to the floor below was horrific! Onslaught, however, forgot about Rawstarr, who sneaks up behind Onslaught and nails him with a low blow! Onslaught immediately falls and ends up falling off the flatbed as well, landing right next to T Mac, who is now getting help from Medical Personnel. Onslaught isn’t nearly in the shape T Mac is in and starts inching his way back to the ring to get away from Rawstarr, who has jumped down from the truck and is in hot pursuit of Onslaught!)

HS: "Oh dear! Look at Rawstarr follow and stalk Onslaught!"

FJ: "Things aren’t looking bright for the ‘Bastion of BOOF!"

HS: "Cut it out with the nicknames, Frank. Please."

FJ: "Probably not going to happen."

(Rawstarr follows Onslaught all the way back to the black mats which line the floor around the ring. Rawstarr finally stomps Onslaught and brings the big man back to his feet before tossing him into the ring. Rawstarr quickly follows suit and makes it look like this one is gonna stay in the ring from here on out. Rawstarr again stomps away at Onslaught, this time stomping his fingers. Onslaught immediately starts trying to shake it off but Rawstarr doesn’t give him much time as he dropkicks Onslaught in the face. Onslaught falls backwards and tries holding his face, but his fingers hurt to badly and he gets incredibly frustrated and wraps his arms around his face. Rawstarr grabs the legs of Onslaught, which makes Onslaught try to beg off. Rawstarr tells the ref to look out to the crowd, and once he does, Rawstarr knees Onslaught right in the nuts. The crowd responds accordingly with a loud ‘OHHH!’ The ref looks back at Rawstarr and holds out his arms asking him ‘what? I don’t see anything?’ to which Rawstarr again points out to the crowd and the ref looks again, this time Rawstarr hit’s The Kicka! When the ref turns back around, he sees that Rawstarr is covering Onslaught in a pinfall situation and makes the count, but only counts two as Onslaught kicks out!)

HS: "Poor Onslaught!"

FJ: "Poor Onslaught’s nuts!"

(Onslaught begs off and tells Rawstarr to hold on. Rawstarr asks him how his nuts are feeling, and Onslaught tells him to go ‘fuck himself’ and slides out of the ring. Onslaught rethinks strategy on the outside for a minute and finally gets back into the ring. Onslaught steps right up to Rawstarr and slaps him in the face. Rawstarr will have none of it and returns the favor. Onslaught backs off and recollects himself before stepping up again, this time giving Rawstarr the finger. Rawstarr goes to kick Onslaught in the nuts yet again, but Onslaught is smart to it and jumps up in the air and Rawstarr falls short in his attempt. Onslaught starts hitting Rawstarr with a barrage of slaps and stiff punches before leaping of the ground with a Enziguri, but Rawstarr ducks and steps through with a side headlock. Onslaught gets back to a vertical base and counters Rawstarr’s side headlock with a hammerlock. Onslaught takes the hammerlock into a half nelson and proceeds to hit a Half Nelson Backbreaker! Onslaught makes a throat slitting motion with his hand and looks to have absolutely snap! Onslaught takes off his do-rag and throws it to the crowd.)

FJ: "It’s BOOF time! He’s gonna serve Rawstarr!"

HS: "He’s not out of this one yet, Frank!"

FJ: "Hey! I said it’s BOOF time! When I say it’s BOOF time, it most certainly is BOOF time, damn it!"

(Onslaught picks up Rawstarr and starts pummeling him with more stiff punches with the final strike a huge Mafia kick! Onslaught catches Rawstarr’s arm before he falls and whips him into the corner! Onslaught runs with a full head of steam and hit’s a double knee strike in the corner on Rawstarr, who immediately falls and slumps sitting down in the corner. Onslaught takes off his white wife beater t-shirt and throws that to the crowd just before scrapping his boot across the face of Rawstarr three times in a face wash. Onslaught sprints away from Rawstarr and rebounds from the ropes and hit’s a HUGE dropkick to the skull of Rawstarr! Onslaught gets wide-eyed, sensing that the end is near for Rawstarr and yells to the fans that it’s time for the ‘BOOF Buster!’)

HS: "BOOF Buster?"

FJ: "BOOF Buster.. wait. You don’t think he’s going for the Muscle Buster, do you?"

HS: "NO! If he hit’s a Muscle Buster, this one is definitely OVER!"

(Onslaught seats Rawstarr on the top rope before following him up and hoisting him up on his shoulder. Onslaught takes a final step up to the top rope before leaping off and dropping Rawstarr on his head and neck with the Avalanche Muscle Buster... or the Avalanche BOOF Buster as it’s now known as! Rawstarr looks out!)

HS: "HE HIT IT!"

FJ: "Go for the cover!"

(Onslaught decides that he needs one big, last move. He signals to the crowd that he is going to finish this one off with his 450 splash! Onslaught drags the limp body of Rawstarr a little closer to the corner and heads to the top slowly. Onslaught yells to the crowd but in mid sentence, he is cut off as he gets crotched on the ropes! Onslaught falls face first to the outside holding his ‘junk’ which has took quite the beating this match. Our mystery assailant is revealed to be none other than T MAC! T Mac’s head is bandaged up, but he looks like he is going to capitalize on Onslaught’s work!)

HS: "He’s back! He’s back! T Mac has defied the odds and is back in this match!"

FJ: "He just took out Onslaught! He’s going to win because of somebody else’s work! He’s a damn cheater!"

(T Mac gets in the ring and picks up Rawstarr and signals that it’s over! T Mac hoists Rawstarr up for his MAC 10!)

HS: "MAC 10! HE HAS HIM UP!

FJ: "NO! WAIT! LOOK!"

(Rawstarr is able to use his weight and experience and turns the momentum around and rolls the Suplex attempt up into an inside cradle much to the shock of everyone! The ref counts T Mac’s shoulders down... 1... 2... 3!)

HS: "WHAT A COUNTER BY RAWSTARR! What a victory!"

FJ: "Wait... no more BOOF?"

HS: "Yep. No more BOOF…EVER!"

FJ: "NOOOOOOOOO!"

HS: "Fans, last night we saw Mortis Valley for the first time in a long time, as he inducted his former Hostile Alliance stablemate Dave 'The Rave' Santini into the AWA Hall of Fame."

(Once again we return to the Atlantic Hotel's banquet hall, where Mortis Valley is addressing the people in attendance.)

MORTIS: "As I look around, I see them all - Low, Black Dragon, heck, even Travis Gray, and I remember the feuds we were in. Black Dragon. Drake Hyde. Low. Mortis Valley. What do all of these men have in common? Yes, all are former World Champions. Yes, all are in the Hall of Fame. But furthermore, each and everyone of us went through it all - the adversities, the naysayers. We'd hear it each and every night from people - we weren't good enough, we weren't strong enough, we weren't tall enough, we weren't whatever. We'd walk by our friends, our families, and see doubts in their eyes. The doubted who we were and what we could do."

(The camera cuts to Low nodding, then Black Dragon doing the same.)

MORTIS: "We had to deal with that shit, but so did Dave Santini. And much like us, he got through it. Hardcore Champion, US Champion, World Champion, he got past all the doubters, all the negative press and became World Champion. And there is no better feeling when, after all that, all these words, all these doubts, when you finally are called not just A Champion, but THE Champion."

"This is a man who was more loyal to President Gray than anybody else, through The Family and The Hostile Alliance. He enforced the laws of Gray with an iron fist, and if need be, a nightstick by his side. Now, finally, his destiny is fulfilled as he joins the AWA Hall of Fame. So Dave Santini, my ally, my enemy, congratulations and welcome to the AWA Hall of Fame."

(We cut back to the announcers.)

HS: "Now, as it turned out, Dave Santini ALSO wasn't there at the banquet last night, which certainly disappointed many fans and AWA staff. However, word going around is that Dave is still injured after the beating he got from the OTHER missing Hall of Famer, Brian Williams."

FJ: "It's really too bad, because if there is one person that could have lent some class to that whole show last night, it is Dave 'The Rave' Santini."

(We cut to the back and see a man in black walk towards Onslaught and Brian Stevens. Onslaught heads into the Damage Inc. dressing room and the man in black just nods to Brian Stevens. Brian Stevens attempts to turn into his lockerroom and we see the man quickly strike him down with a tire iron. Security quickly rushes the scene as the man in the black runs away.)

HS: "Who is this guy? This is the second man in the Tag Team title match he's attacked tonight."

FJ: "I don't know, but it's clear he isn't choosing sides."

HS: "Well, who can hate both, Bad Blood and Damage Inc.?"

(Suddenly the lights go out, before a single red beam shoots around the arena, highlighting certain sections of the crowd.)

HS: "What the..."

FJ: "Who turned the lights off?"

HS: "Perhaps they forgot to pay the electricity bill!"

(Suddenly Herb is cut off as "Pour Some Sugar On Me" blares over the PA System.)

HS: "What?!? Say it isn't so!"

FJ: "It is so, Herb. Dave "The Rave" Santini is here right here, right now on an AWA pay-per-view! This night just keeps getting better!"

(The lights come back up and we can see the former AWA Head of Security, former AWA World, two-time United States, Intercontinental and Hardcore Champion standing facing the audience. The crowd let off a chorus of boos as Santini stands tall, dressed in the infamous dark suit and dark glasses that made him such a recognisable, albeit hated legend)

HS: "I really don't know how he has the nerve to show up after what happened last night!?!"

(Dave Santini slowly makes his way down towards the ring as the crowd continue to boo, before climbing into the ring, brandishing a mic from his suit breast pocket and turning to face the audience)

FJ: "Wow. It's like he's never been away"

HS: "I wish he'd never came back!"

SANTINI: "Greetings Ladies and Gentleman and thank you for your very warm welcome!"

(A sinister grin appears across his face of the former World Champion)

SANTINI: "No... seriously. It's great to feel that you haven't forgotten me and last night each and every one of us witnessed a show that was ensure that the name of Dave"The Rave" Santini would go down in AWA history books for eternity. When I first arrived in the AWA, everyone doubted the rookie trying to make his way for the first time, when I joined Ray Owens, Tony Ragu to form the original Family, everyone questioned my motives, when I held my first title for what was then a record time, everyone questioned my credentials as they did when I won the United States Title just two days after losing the Hardcore Championship. In fact, every path I took, every decision I made, there were people in the audience, people in the AWA offices, people backstage and people at home watching the television amidst there mediocre lives. Virtually everyone questioned me, but in those day the two biggest prizes in the American Wrestling Alliance had alluded me. Since those days the "icon" that stands in front of you has gone on to become the AWA World Champion and now... as of last night an "AWA Hall Of Famer!!!"

FJ: "Nice speech!"

HS: "I don't think the crowd will agree with you on that one, Frank. Couldn't he have said all that yesterday when he was supposed to say it?"

SANTINI: "But from the introduction I received here tonight, I already know that the trail that I blazed in my years in the American Wrestling Alliance haven't been forgotten and unlike my predecessors that have been inducted before me, I will not stand here in front of you and thank the fans. I will not stand here tonight and owe all my success and glory to you lot and the "coach potatoes" that sit at home in front of that square box with nothing else to live for. Yes, you might very well be the difference between me getting a good wage and an excellent wage and for that I'm sure Louise would thank you for all the material possessions that we owe, but you did not make me the man I am, you did not make me the champion I became, you did not make me the man that stands before you... Dave "The Rave" Santini... AND YOU DID NOT MAKE ME THE LATEST INDUCTEE INTO THE AMERICAN WRESTLING ALLIANCE HALL OF FAME!!"

(The intensity of the crowd's jeering grows.)

SANTINI: "Thank you again!!"

"There are people in the AWA that had helped mould me into who I became. People such as Ray Owens, Tony Ragu, Travis Gray and people that helped me strive to become the best Dave "The Rave" Santini that I could become. People such as The Legendary Low, Crimson Dream, Sabotage, Black Dragon, Jack Happy, Hangman, Brian Williams and Mortis Valley..."

(Suddenly Santini is cut off as "Calling from Heaven" is cued and Mortis Valley steps onto the rampway.)

MORTIS: "Well, well. If it isn't Dave "The Rave" Santini!! Dave, I must say..."

SANTINI (purposely interrupting Mortis Valley): "Ummmm, excuse me. I don't think I actually remember giving you permission to speak whilst I was out here, did I?"

"Don't answer that. The answer was "no" and before you ask the obvious question that you came out to ask... DON'T!! I know the reason you are here now and I know the question that you are just desperate to ask."

(Santini smirks.)

SANTINI: "Mr. Mortis Valley wants to know why Mr. Dave Santini didn't show up last night to accept his induction into the AWA Hall Of Fame. I'm so sorry to ruin your little party last night, but you of all people should know that little dinner parties with people sat round furnished round tables all applauding each and every speech isn't my style. My style is here, in this very ring, with the crowd jeering me, with Herb criticizing me and with me standing over a broken body in the centre of the ring. The way it's been ever since I stepped foot inside my very first AWA ring. It seems to me I have a broken body in the centre of the ring missing. Any volunteers?"

(Santini glares directly into the eyes of Mortis Valley)

SANTINI: "Well?"

(Mortis Valley, who had gradually made his way closer to the ring suddenly springs into action, diving into the ring under the bottom rope and the two former World Champions square off with each other. Mortis, who still has the mic in his hand, speaks.)

MORTIS: "Well Dave, since you saw fit to no-show last night, AND you seem so serious of reminising old times by having a body laid out in the ring, allow me to provide one that has commonly been laid out throughout his career... your own!"

(Mortis drops the mic as Dave rushes towards Mortis as both begin to bash each other in the head with stiff lefts! The fans go crazy at this as a ref runs into the ring!)

FJ: "What's going on?"

HS: "I don't know if the ref is trying to break this one up, or if we are having an impromptu match!"

(Dave nails Mortis with a stinging left blow, then grabs Mortis and throws him towards the ropes, only for Mortis to reverse it! Dave then comes back with a clothesline, taking Mortis down! He then begins to stomp on Mortis, only for Mortis to grab a foot and flip Dave over, locking on a variation of an ankle lock! Dave rolls over and throws Mortis off! Mortis does a backwards roll, then floors Dave with a clothesline as both me get up! Mortis pulls Dave up, only for Dave to nail a low blow on Mortis, then brings him down for a DDT! Dave rests for a moment, then gets up, as Mortis does, a bit slower, as Dave then kicks Mortis in the gut, then throws Mortis to the ropes, only for Mortis to jump to the top rope and do a flip! Dave anticipates this though and catches Mortis in mid-air for the Ravin' Driver as the fans boo heavily!)

FJ: "Here we go! He's going to drill Mortis!"

(Mortis, though, maneuvers his weight, as he is able to wiggle free, behind Dave! Dave turns around to a boot to the gut, as Mortis sets him up for the MVD to huge cheers from the crowd!)

HS: "And just like that, the tables have turned!"

(Dave, sensing the end, quickly pulls free, and rolls out of the ring! Mortis goes after him, as Dave walks over towards a chair. Mortis goes to grab Dave, only for Dave to elbow Mortis in the ribs, stunning Mortis, who takes a few steps back, then nails Mortis right in the face with the chair to HUGE heat! Mortis crashes to the ground, as you see bright red blood run down his face!)

FJ: "What did I tell you? Is he great or what?"

HS: "This is sickening! He first no-shows his own induction into the Hall of Fame, then bloodies the very man who was to induct him! And now look at him, in the ring, taunting the crowd!"

(Dave is in the ring now, holding his arms up, mockingly against the crowd! The crowd is booing Dave heavily, giving him the finger, even throwing trash in the ring, all the while, Dave just standing there, a huge smirk on his face! Suddenly, you see a figure emerge right behind Dave!)

HS: "That smirk is just about to come right off his face! Mortis is back, and with a chair!"

FJ: "Dave, watch out!"

(Mortis stands up, as you see that blood has dripped down his face and onto his shirt as Dave senses something is amiss. He quickly turns around, and narrowly ducks a shot to his head from Mortis! He then goes to climb out of the ring, as Mortis manages to nail Dave on the back as the fans cheer, with Dave getting out of the ring before anything more can happen! The ref, who has remained in the ring the entire time is signaling for more referees and no tries to take the chair from Mortis, only for Mortis to shove him down with the chair! )

FJ: "How sickening, Mortis just attacked an official!"

HS: "Considering all that Dave has done throughout his career... Anyway, if this ever was a match, it looks like the ref has thrown this one out!"

(Meanwhile, Dave now gets a chair of his own, and slides in the ring, as he leers forward to attack Mortis from behind! Mortis senses this as he ducks out of the way, as both men now are face to face, chairs in hand! Suddenly, you hear LOUD boos, as referees come out in the dozens, and slide into the ring, as they try to break up both men! Both Valley and Santini try to go through the sea of referees, but they manage to keep both men at opposite ends of the ring! Mortis though, finally breaks through, as he lunges at Dave, chair in hand, only for Dave to get out of the ring at the last moment, as the chair cracks against the turnbuckle, leaving a huge dent! Mortis throws the chair down, as Dave walks backwards, up the ramp, then smiles, and gives Mortis the finger to HUGE heat!)

HS: "Dave Santini has no respect! Not for the fans, not for his co-workers, not even for the AWA itself!"

FJ: "And that's what you gotta love about him, guts! And you gotta love the number he did on Mortis, ha!"

(Mortis continues to yell at Dave, as the referees all holding Mortis in the ring, and escorting Dave, who is laughing now, to the back! We cut backstage where we see AWA No Limit Champion John Williams preparing for his match. We then cut back to the arena where sirens start to sound off around the arena, the lights start to flicker and smoke emerges from the entrance ramp. The intro to "Pulse of the Maggots" starts.)

"This is the year where hope fails you
The test subjects run the experiments
And the bastards you know, is the hero you hate
But cohesing is posssible if we strive"

(Sebastian Slater slowly emerges from the smoke with Sarah Slater one step in front. She walks a few steps forward and turns to her brother with a smile. She points to him and he raises his right arm and starts giving the crowd a little bit of a smile. And then, the sirens stop and the music begins.)

"I fight for the unconventional
My right, and its unconditional < br >I can only, be as real as i can
The disadvantage is
I never knew the plan
This isn't the way just to be a martyr
I cant, walk alone any longer
I fight, for the ones that cant fight
And if I lose, at least I tried"

(Sebastian is halfway down to the ring, giving high fives to the ringside fans and talking to a few. On the other side Sarah Slater is waving and blowing kisses. Sebastian then slides into the ring and jumps up in the centre. He runs and jumps onto a corner turnbuckle and raises his right arm again as he turns his head towards the entrance. Sarah on the other hand walks around to the announce table and gives them a quick wink before walking over to Sebastian's corner.)

HS: "Well, Frank, this will be one hell of a test for young Mr Slater. This is his first AWA Classic, and it does not get any tougher. The kid looks a bit nervous to me."

FJ: "Yeah, a bit nervous would be a good bet. I imagine he knows he is going to get torn apart in that ring."

HS: "Well, I don't know about getting torn apart, but he is in for one hell of a fight. The two men he is up against know how to get it done, and they know how to make their opponent feel pain."

FJ: "Yeah, especially this crazy son of a bitch."

('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 from a fiery cruciform logo. The harsh tempo resumes and the monks begin again their mantra. Bathed in the flaming incandesence of his fiery cross, Quade DeSade stands at the top of the ramp. Enshrouded in the faded, travelworn trailcoat, 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. 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 come back up and DeSade shoots a glance at the three ladders that have been set up around the ring, the two small ladders to the left and right sides of the ring, and the large 20 footer that sits right at the end of the entrance way.)

HS: "DeSade looks ready tonight, Frank, no nerves in that man."

FJ: "That's right, no nerves, no second guessing, just the want and need to cause unspeakable pain."

HS: "What did he pay you to say that?"

FJ: "Nothing, but knowing DeSade like you do, is it not one hundred percent true?"

HS: "You're damn right it is, and Slater and our Champion had better be ready for DeSade to try and do unthinkable things."

(Then with the arena buzzing, but semi quiet, "Open You Eyes" kicks in and instantly brings the capacity crowd to their feet. The deafening roar of the crowd overpowers the announce crew who just give up in what they are trying to say. Then as the arena lights dim a spotlight falls on the top of the jumbo-tron, and seconds later the No Limit Champion John Williams steps into that spotlight. While standing atop the big screen, Williams stares into the ring looking at his two opponents and raises the No Limit Title into the air for all to see. The crowd's intensity grows even greater as Williams quickly straps the No Limit title around his waist, makes his way to the far left of the tron and begins to climb down the steel framing that is holding the big screen. He reaches the stage finally and removes the No Limit title from around his waist and throws it up over his shoulder. Then he moves back to center stage and begins to make his entrance to the ring, making sure to shake hands with as many fans as he can, weaving back and forth across the aisle. Once he reaches the ringside area he climbs the 20 foot ladder with one foot on the top step and the other on the step just below and again raises the No Limit title in the air, facing his two opponents in the ring, just to let them know what is really on the line. Williams then climbs to the very top of the ladder and over the other side, jumping to the ring apron. He then climbs into the ring, puts the belt over his shoulder and heads right across the ring to Slater, who has his eyes fixed on Williams. Williams stops in front of Slater and looks at the belt that sits on his shoulder, and Slater does the same before quickly looking back up at Williams, who has extended his hand. Slater stares into Williams' eyes for a moment before extending his hand and shaking the hand of his opponent. Williams then turns his attention to DeSade, who also has his eyes fixed on Williams. Williams makes his way to DeSade and goes through the same process as he extends his hand to DeSade. DeSade, however, does not look down at the belt, he just stares into the eyes of Williams for what seems like an eternity before DeSade, with his eyes still locked with Williams', extends his hand and shakes Williams'. Williams then backs up and hands the title to the ref who clips it into the hanger and motions to someone in the back, and as he does, the belt begins to rise into the air. The three men watch it go up and as it stops their attention returns to each other as the bell rings.)

HS: "Here we go, folks, don't miss a second of this one, it has instant classic written all over it."

FJ: "No Limit Ladder Match, how can you go wrong?"

HS: "The atmosphere in this building is electric, the fans can feel what is about to happen, and they are loving it."

(The three men size each other up, no one making any real moves to get the action going. Williams then moves forward and meets Slater mid ring and the two lock up. Williams transfers his weight and delivers a hip toss on Slater. Slater is quickly to his knees and looking at Williams. Slater then climbs back to his feet and moves back toward Williams and they lock up again. This time Slater takes the advantage and goes behind Williams. Williams attempts a couple of elbows but can't make contact. He then manages to break the hold that Slater has and reverse it so he gets the go behind, and all the while Quade DeSade is sitting still in the corner watching his two opponents fight.)

HS: "This might be a good decision by DeSade, he is letting the other two waste all their energy."

FJ: "Yeah it is, he is not stupid, Herb. Actually it seems as though he is quite smart."

(Williams holds the waistlock on Slater, who swings an elbow and misses. He then swings another and Williams lets go of the hold and ducks. Slater spins around one hundred eighty degrees and Williams catches him and delivers a belly to belly suplex knocking the wind out of Slater. Williams then climbs to his feet and locks eyes with DeSade who is now moving to the middle of the ring. The two lock up and Williams takes the advantage backing DeSade up into the corner. He holds him there for a moment until the ref asks for a break. Williams raises his arms giving a clean break. But as he is backing up he is drilled from behind by a Sebastian Slater right hand. Williams stumbles forward right into a right from DeSade which causes him to stagger back. DeSade moves forward looking for a clothesline, but Williams has the presence of mind to duck and DeSade drills Slater. DeSade looks at Slater for a moment, then, not caring, he begins to lay a number of stomps to the head and chest of Slater who tries in vain to cover up.)

HS: "Well, DeSade missed the guy he wanted to hit, but it obviously does not matter to him, as long as he is hitting someone."

FJ: "That is the way to win matches like this, Herb, you do have to take out both opponents in order to climb the ladder."

HS: "You are right on that one."

(While DeSade is working over Slater in the ring, Williams slides out and collapses one of the ten foot ladders at ringside and slides it part way into the ring, so it is just inches away from the top of the head of Slater, who is in a leg grapevine courtesy DeSade. Williams then backs up against the guardrail and takes two steps forward, driving his boot right into the bottom rung of the ladder, which drives the ladder right into the skull of Slater with a thud.)

HS: "MY GOD, what a shot, he damn near drove that ladder right through his head."

FJ: "He might be a bit of a lame ass now, but that was a great move. Did you hear the sound that ladder made when it hit Slater's skull?"

HS: "How could I miss it!?!"

(DeSade breaks his leg grape vine as Williams slides back into the ring. DeSade swings at Williams but misses. Williams in turn swings and connects with the chin of DeSade. DeSade steps back but Williams follows and quickly lands another right. DeSade stumbles back into the corner, but Williams is quickly right there. Williams whips DeSade across the ring. DeSade hits the far corner and stumbles out and is quickly dropped by a Williams clothesline. Williams then quickly goes and grabs the ladder and sets it up under the belt. He looks at his two opponents and begins to climb headed for the belt, but he only gets to the third step before DeSade is quickly there, both hands wrapped around Williams' leg. DeSade then pulls Williams from the ladder and drives him face first into the ladder. Williams stumbles back and DeSade backs him the rest of the way into the corner. DeSade chops Williams a couple of times and then turns away to get the ladder only to get dropped by a drop kick courtesy of Sebastian Slater. Slater then goes to the ladder and collapses it and takes it over to the corner where John Williams is sitting still dazed. Slater rests the ladder against the ropes and then pulls Williams back to his feet. He then whips him to the ropes and waits. As Williams returns, Slater delivers a drop toe hold, which drives Williams face right into the bottom step of the ladder. Williams grabs his face and Slater turns his attention to DeSade. DeSade is back to his feet and Slater catches him turning with a boot to the midsection. Slater hooks DeSade in a front chancery, and goes for a suplex, but DeSade blocks. Slater again goes for a suplex, but DeSade again blocks it, and this time DeSade is able to reverse and hit Slater with a suplex of his own. DeSade then grabs the ladder, sets it up and positions it under the belt. DeSade then begins to climb and gets to the point where the belt is almost in his grasp.)

HS: "DeSade is so close here, we might have a new champion!"

FJ: "Maybe not, look out."

(As DeSade is stretching, Williams has gotten to his feet and, as he sees DeSade reaching for his belt, Williams runs towards the ladder. With a shoulder tackle knocks it over, sending DeSade flying. When DeSade lands his throat hits the top rope in a guillotine type move. To add insult to injury, the ladder then comes down on top of him. Williams then turns to Slater who is climbing to his feet. Williams catches him with a boot to the midsection which he follows with a DDT, knocking Slater nearly out. Williams then grabs the ladder that is still leaning against the ropes and collapses it once again. He then drags it to the corner and rests it against the ropes, before moving to drag the still dazed Slater to the corner. Williams sets Slater up sitting with his back against the bottom turnbuckle and his head against the middle turnbuckle. Williams then wedges the ladder between the first and second ropes and backs up to the middle of the ring. Then he charges into the corner and, with a dropkick, he sends the ladder flying into the face of Slater making a sickening smack. Slater is out cold in the corner as Williams attempts to pull the ladder off of the turnbuckle, but it is stuck between the ropes. After trying twice with no luck, Williams heads outside the ring and leaves the ladder with Slater, whom we see has now been busted open. Outside, Williams grabs the other small ladder and folds it up then heads for the ring; but as he is about to slide in, DeSade, having made it to his feet, charges, looking for a baseball slide into the ladder. However, Williams raises the ladder up and DeSade slides right out of the ring past Williams. Williams then tries to swing around and hit DeSade with the ladder but DeSade ducks. When Williams turns back to him, DeSade drills him with a right hand between the rungs of the ladder. Williams drops the ladder and DeSade nails him with another right, then another. Williams tries to swing back but DeSade ducks and Williams does a 180. DeSade catches him and quickly nails him with a back suplex square onto the floor, landing with a thud.)

HS: "These guys are beating the hell out of each other, Frank; and listen to the crowd. They love it!"

FJ: "Yeah they do, and to think this one is only just getting started."

HS: "Look at the damage though; Slater is a bloody mess in the ring after that ladder to the face. Williams is out on the floor and… What the hell is DeSade doing?"

(DeSade is rooting around under the ring and has pulled out a table. He looks at Williams and then smiles sadistically; he then takes the table and sets it up about two feet from the ring apron in a T like fashion. DeSade then sets Williams on the table and drives an elbow into his face, which effectively takes the fight out of Williams. DeSade then goes back to the ring and stands on the apron looking down at Williams on the tables. DeSade then backs up to the ring post, looks around at the crowd, and then runs along the apron. When he reaches the table, he leaps and drives an elbow into the chest of Williams, sending both men through the table in the process. This gets the fans going even more as pieces of the table fly all over. Williams is out of it, and DeSade shows signs of the fall as well.)

HS: "Did you see that table cripple, my God it exploded, and look at the carnage! DeSade took himself out to take out Williams."

FJ: "It is not over yet Summers; look at Slater!"

(Back in the ring, Sebastian Slater, his face bloody, stands at the ropes waiting as DeSade is pulling Williams back to his feet. Once both men on the outside are up Slater launches himself springboard style over the top rope and crashes into Williams and DeSade as all three men hit the floor. DeSade takes the worst of it, it seems, as his head crashes into the guard rail and he appears to be knocked out. They all lay there for a number of seconds before Slater is able to get back to his feet and slide into the ring, bringing the ladder with him. He looks back at the two men outside, and then sets the ladder up under the belt; and then he begins to climb. As he is climbing, Williams has made it back to his feet and is on his way back into the ring. Williams quickly heads to the opposite side of Slater and begins climbing the ladder as well. Both men are standing on the fourth of the six rungs, trading punches. Williams then steps up on more step as does Slater, and they still trade punches with neither man wanting to give an inch. Finally, Williams gets the advantage slightly and he pulls Slater to the very top step and hooks him in a front chancery. He then drives a number of hard elbows into the upper back of Slater and Slater goes a bit limp and stops fighting. Williams then looks around and begins to suplex Slater from the top of the ladder But once Williams has him vertical in the air, he just drops, delivering a brain buster from the top of the ladder. The sound of the two men hitting from high in the air is violent and the vicious move brings what we can assume is a HOLY SHIT Chant from the crowd!)

HS: "A brain buster from the top of a ladder! That could have killed him! What else will we see here!?! These guys might actually end up killing each other to win that title."

FJ: "Yeah, isn’t it great?"

HS: "Well obviously these fans think so, but I doubt that Slater thinks to highly of it, if he is thinking of anything at all."

(Williams begins to move around and try to bring himself back to his feet. On the other hand, Slater lies motionless and unconscious on the mat, the blood still flowing from his face. Williams is pulling himself up using the ropes, and does, right into a chair shot and he is down in the ring once again. DeSade then slides into the ring with the chair still in hand. DeSade then takes Williams to the corner and hangs him upside down in the corner, in a tree of woe, with his head resting on the mat. DeSade then collapses the ladder mid ring and lays it on the mat so the top rung is right against the face of Williams. He then grabs the chair which he brought into the ring and begins to smash it into the feet of the ladder in a hammer like fashion, driving the top of the ladder right into the face of Williams, who tries to use his free hands to protect himself. He is able to take some of the sting out of the ladder hitting his face. Finally Williams is able to get loose from the corner and he falls to the mat. DeSade then tosses the chair aside and begins to set up the ladder under the belt, as Williams begins to crawl out of the corner, the blood now flowing from his face as well.)

FJ: "If DeSade can get up there now I don't think either man is going to be able to stop him."

HS: "You might be right on that, Frank; Williams and Slater are both in trouble. I don’t think Slater has moved since that brain buster and Williams can’t even get back to his feet."

FJ: "Here goes DeSade, Herb, new No Limit Champion right here!"

(DeSade begins to climb the ladder and he is almost to the belt. He reaches up but it is just out of his reach; he climbs one more rung and reaches again, this time he has one hand on the belt, but as he goes to release it he is nailed by a chair shot right in the back courtesy of John Williams, who has just made it to his feet. The chair shot stops DeSade from reaching the belt as Williams summons all his strength and pushes the ladder over sending DeSade flying to the mat in the process.)

HS: "Where the hell did Williams find the strength to pull that off, the man has lost all that blood, and just finished getting destroyed by numerous ladder shots to the face."

FJ: "Apparently he is not ready to lose his title quite yet."

( Williams then collapses as well and all three men are down. Slater has finally begun to move around, and Williams is trying to get back to his feet as well. DeSade has rolled out of the ring and is on his hands and knees outside. Williams makes it to his feet and he sees Slater trying to do the same over by the ropes. Williams runs at him and does a baseball slide drop kick, knocking Slater between the bottom and middle rope to the outside. Williams then follows him out and the men are at the base of the huge 20 foot ladder. Williams pulls Slater to his feet and runs his face into the ladder a couple of times. He then forces him back first into the ring apron and boots him in the stomach. Williams follows up by driving Slater’s face off the ring apron knocking him back down. The whole time DeSade has been sneaking up on Williams and is about to hit him from behind with a chair shot when Williams catches DeSade out of the corner of his eye and turns delivering a super kick into the chair which flies back into the face of DeSade knocking him flat on his back, busting him open as well.)

HS: "DeSade nearly lost his head, what a super kick!"

FJ: "I love this Summers, I love it! The violence, the blood, it is what I live for; and the guys just wont give up. We might be here all night long!"

HS: "At this point, I can’t argue with you. These men have being giving it their all for over twenty minutes now, how much longer can this last."

(Williams is showing obvious fatigue and, as he turns back to Slater, he sees that the man has made it back to his feet. Instantly, Slater plants a right hand to the chin of Williams. Williams fires back, and the two trade punches before Slater gets the upper hand knocking Williams back with a right hand, then driving a knee hard into his midsection. Williams drops to his knees and Slater heads over to the ring and begins to route around under it. At first he finds nothing, so he heads to the other side of the ring and returns with a table. Slater sets the table up on the concrete part of the entrance ramp right in front of the ladder. He then heads back over to where Williams is and drops Williams with a clothesline. He then grabs him by the hair and begins to pull him back to his feet, but as he does, he is blindsided by a chair shot from Quade DeSade. Williams falls back to the mat and DeSade tosses the chair away. He then grabs a hold of Slater and pulls him over to the ring post before driving his face into the post three times and letting him fall to the floor. DeSade looks down at Slater through a crimson mask and he again allows that sadistic smile to take over his face as he looks to the ring steps. He pulls them out away from the post to the middle of the floor. He then grabs Slater and smashes his face off the steps, not releasing his head. DeSade holds onto Slater by the head and does not allow him to fall to the floor. DeSade steps up onto the ring steps and places Slater's head between his legs and grabs him around the waist lifting Slater's legs up into air)

HS: "NO, DONT DO THAT, DONT......"

FJ: "He is going to kill him, watch and listen!!!"

(DeSade then drops, delivering a vicious pile driver right on top of the steel ring steps. Slater is crippled as he falls to the side, obviously unconscious, and DeSade falls backwards. DeSade’s fatigue stops him from getting up immediately. Williams is now up and in the ring, taking advantage of the other two fighting by setting the ladder up under the belt. He gets it positioned and begins to climb. DeSade sees this and slides back in and, as Williams is reaching for the belt, DeSade sneaks up behind him. DeSade rests his back against the ladder and pulls Williams off and then drops, delivering a sit out power bomb. Williams is out, but the strength that it took for DeSade to take out the big No Limit Champion has him nearly out as well.)

HS: "Williams was inches away from retaining and ending this war, but DeSade would have none of it, and now both men are down… again!"

FJ: "This is Classic Summers, and everyone wants to win at Classic."

HS: "Well, these men are writing an epic story that will be remembered for years to come, regardless of the outcome."

(Williams rolls out of the ring and DeSade is out right after him. DeSade grabs Williams by the hair and drives his face into the guard rail three times. Hr goes for a fourth but Williams puts his hands down to block. DeSade tries again, but Williams is again able to block, this time reversing the fortunes and driving the face of DeSade into the guard rail, instead. Both men stagger back and then DeSade hits Williams with a right hand which backs him up. DeSade then hits another right and Williams begins to back pedal up the entrance way. He passes the ladder and then passes the table that Slater set up earlier. DeSade grabs Williams and whips him back first into the guard rail holding back the fans along the entrance way. Williams slides down to a seated position, but only stays there momentarily, as DeSade picks him up and hooks him in a front face lock. He lifts him in a suplex, but instead of flipping him over, DeSade just lets Williams drop over the guard rail stomach first. We hear Williams groan as the wind is knocked out of him. DeSade then takes two steps back and goes for a leg drop across the back of Williams, who is still lying across the guard rail. As DeSade is coming down, Williams is able to slide away into the crowd and DeSade hits the cement floor hard on his tailbone. He grimaces in pain as Williams pulls himself to his feet. He climbs back over the rail and nails DeSade with a right hand, then pulls him to his feet. Williams forces DeSade back first into the guard rail and then pulls him away from it and delivers an implant DDT right on the concrete.)

HS: "Implant DDT right on the cement floor and DeSade looks like he is out of this. Williams might have this won!"

FJ: "But it does not look like he is finished; he is pulling DeSade back to his feet!"

HS: "I don't know if I agree with this, he should be going for the title."

FJ: "Maybe with all that has happened he does not think that was enough."

(Williams is indeed pulling DeSade back to his feet and dragging him back toward the ring, but then he stops and rolls the still unconscious DeSade onto the table that is sitting in the entrance way. Williams drives another elbow into the face of DeSade and then looks out into the crowd and then up at the 20 foot ladder right behind the table. The crowd gives an approving shout, so Williams turns and heads to the other side of the ladder and begins to climb. Each step is a struggle and you can see the fatigue in his face. He stops on the second from last rung and takes a look over his shoulder at Slater, who is still down but has rolled over to his stomach with his sister Sarah doing all she can to make sure he is okay. Williams then turns back to DeSade who has not moved. Williams takes the last step and stands atop the twenty foot ladder looking down at DeSade. The flashbulbs in the arena are popping like mad, almost to the point where the entire arena is a sea of blue. Williams then runs his right index finger in a cross fashion across his heart and leaps forward, flipping and delivering a 450 splash onto DeSade causing the table to explode. Both men are down and hurt, but Williams somehow is able to begin to drag himself back toward to the ring. He takes a while but makes it and slides back in, the German crowd again chanting what is clearly "HOLY SHIT")

HS: "All I can say is OH MY GOD!"

FJ: "I hate the guy Summers, but that may just be the most insane sick move of the year."

HS: "But now can he finish it off, DeSade is out, Slater is out, and all that is left is to climb the ladder!"

(Williams slowly makes his way to the ladder and pulls it up and begins to drag it over to the middle of the ring. He gets it positioned and begins to climb each rung taking so much out of him. He stops half way and rests his head against the ladder rung, but quickly continues. He reaches the second rung from the top and reaches up grabbing the strap of the belt and pulling, releasing it from the hook and ending the match. Williams collapses across the top of the ladder belt in hand as the bell rings and "Open Your Eyes" begins to play, but can hardly be heard over the cheering of the crowd. Williams then falls sideways off the ladder and lands in a heap in the middle of the ring, the No Limit Title clutched tightly in his hand.)

HS: "Williams has done it, he has defied the odds, he has outlasted both challengers, and he is still the AWA No Limit Champion!"

FJ: "Again, I don’t like him much, but he deserves a hell of a round of applause. That was amazing."

HS: "All three men do, Frank. These men fought what can only be classified as an all out WAR, all bloody all battered and bruised, but none willing to quit.

(Williams is now trying to pull himself up as medical staff make their way to the ring. First they reach DeSade who refuses the help as he is trying to get from his stomach to his knees. They reach Slater who is obviously dazed, his eyes glazed over after the pile driver on the steps, but he is pulling himself up, and he too refuses help. Slater makes it to his feet and rolls into the ring. Williams keeps his eyes on him for moment as Slater rests against the ropes Williams attention turns to DeSade who is now up and slowly heading for the ring, he makes it and slides in locking eyes with Williams and then Slater. The three men exchange glances before Williams makes his way over to Slater and extends his hand. Slater looks at it for a moment before he extends his hand and Shakes. Williams says something to him then turns to DeSade and again extends his hand. DeSade still very dazed looks at Williams then down at his hand, then back up at him and finally he extends his hand and the two men shake. Williams says something to DeSade and nods his head. DeSade and Slater both exit the ring and with the music still playing Williams climbs back up the ladder and holds the title high in the air. The fans cheer and the arena is again a glowing blue due to the flash bulbs.)

HS: "The fans in Hamburg love John Williams, and he has certainly done a lot to redeem himself in their eyes."

(Suddenly the lights go out in the AOL Arena as the victory party of John Williams comes to an unexpected sudden halt. Ominous chords of a familiar song begin to play. After a long pause, a single white light falls on the ramp way. Smoke billows from the entrance creating an aura of the nefarious actions to come, from within the haze stands the massive silhouette of the man that has come to confront the No Limit Champion.)

HS: "Frank, do you hear that music?"

FJ: "This crowd is dead silent, Herb..."

HS: "You don’t think..."

FJ: "No, he’s gone... it can’t be, we haven’t seen or heard from him in weeks."

HS: "I pray it's not... but I think it is."

(As the crowd falls silent in anticipation of the long awaited fraternal showdown we see that Sebastian Slater has slowly begun to walk up the aisle, wearily limping up the rampway towards the younger of the Williams brothers. The music fades away as the crowd lies in almost complete darkness. We see Slater slowly stumbling through the mist towards Williams. As Slater approaches, a massive paw juts out, grasping Slater by the throat. After a few tense moments, Slater begins to drop to one knee as Williams’ focus never fades for a moment. He continues to stare through the blackness at his brother John, whom is high atop the ladder with his title positioned over his shoulder. Brian’s cold and dead eyes are fixated not on a title, not on the man whom is being brought to his wrath, but rather his blood brother. The look of sheer malice is written clearly upon his face as he grabs a handfull of hair and with ease raises the beaten Slater to his feet. With a simple step sideways and an unwaivering look of hate towards his brother, Brian launches Slater all the way to the concrete floor from the top of the stage. The crowd gasps and John looks on as Slater doesn’t move a muscle after being sent tumbling through video and audio equipment. The lights go out again, but then return as Brian Williams has now left the stage area.)

HS: "I don’t believe it, Frank... Brian Williams has finally shown up in the AWA months after disappearing."

FJ: "And it took all of about 10 seconds for that maniac to destroy someone... and I think John is next on his list."

HS: "I am sure John Williams will have something to say about that, Frank, but one has to admit that dead expression in those cold eyes is an intimidating presence when the Hall of Famer walks through those curtains."

(We return to the Atlantic Hotel's banquet hall one night ago, where one half of the AWA Tag Team Champions "The Sensation" Brian Stevens has taken his place behind the microphone, the envelope in his hand.)

STEVENS: "You know, many people say wrestler who bend or even break the rules are cheaters. But being what some call a rulebreaker is in fact an artform in itself, because it goes beyond being a coward or taking shortcuts. It's about creating huge chaos to reach your goal, to advance your own agenda. And Damage Inc. has proven itself to be of that very school of thought. So whoever wins this following award, I may not like you at all, but I can certainly respect you for doing whatever it takes to get what you want, as you follow previous winners such as Mortis Valley, Dave Santini and Brian Williams. The nominees for Rulebreaker of the Year are...

Andreas Lasiewicz...

Brian Williams...

The Hangman...

Low...

and Schizm.

And the award goes to...

(As Stevens opens the envelope, the drum rolls again play via the PA. As Stevens reads the winner's name, we see a hint of hatred in his expression.)

STEVENS: "THE HANGMAN."

(Stevens looks at NHL while rolling his eyes. Once again, a video starts to play on the screen behind the stage, as The Hangman is not in attendance.)

HANGMAN: "Like with titles, I don't care much about awards. But if anything, this award just shows that there will be Dark Justice..."

(The Hangman sneers.)

HANGMAN: "...FOR ALL!"

(We then cut to the "Banquet" graphic again, before returning to the banquet hall. There, The Fish has taken the spot behind the microphone, complete with a "fish design" tuxedo.)

FISH: "In the AWA, there aren't too many pure do gooders. Too many wrestlers are consumed by greed or by what Brian Stevens called their 'own agenda'. But there are a few honorable men in the AWA, men who have the fans' interest in mind, men who wrestle for competition's sake, men who try to put on a great atheltic performance, men who have integrity. Tonight, one such man will be named the AWA Fan Favorite of the Year. And the nominees are...

BlackJack...

C-Rock...

Mr. Jack Happy...

King Chozen...

and Atlas Johansson.

And the winner is..."

(The drum rolls play again as The Fish opens the envelope. Apparently agreeing with the result, he nods.)

FISH: "MAGNUS 'ATLAS' JOHANSSON!

(The crowd erupts in cheers and applause, and even some of Atlas' opponents, such as Low, applaud respectfully. Atlas smiles as he walks onto the stage. After hugging him, The FIsh hands Atlas his award.)

ATLAS: "Thank you, thank you very much. I appreciate this. It proves that you don't have to break the rules to be respected by your peers, and more importantly, the fans. This has been a year with many ups and downs, but it feels great to be back in the AWA after so many years and still being popular with the fans. I'll promise you I will keep striving for perfection."

(Atlas then looks in Apollo's direction.)

ATLAS: "And tomorrow night at Classic, I will be the Last Immortal Standing! Thank you!"

(The room erupts in applause again as we cut back to Herb and Frank.)

HS: "Ladies and gentlemen, this past winter, Atlas Johansson, the Fan Favorite of the Year, made his return to the AWA after four years. Later this year, he brought his good friend Apollo to the AWA. Together, they formed The Immortals and went on to become AWA Tag Team Champions. However, after their inability to regain the title, their friendship turned into rivarly. Tonight, we are going to find out who is the Last Immortal Standing."

(The Atlas Theme hits the AOL Arena’s speakers. Blue and yellow spotlights sweep the cheering crowd. After 20 seconds pyros that are intensely blue go off at each side of the entrance. Then nothing happens for about half a minute.)

HS: "Now where’s Atlas?"

FJ: "Perhaps he was scared and stayed at home tonight?"

(Then suddenly, a war chariot that looks to be from ancient times comes out and down the ramp. It is pulled by two white horses, and in it we see Atlas, with Athena by his side. Athena wears her usual attire, but Atlas has a helmet and bronze chest armor on. A blue cape hangs from his shoulders. The chariot speeds down the ramp with a shower of yellow sparks covering the entrance behind it. The chariot comes to a halt by ringside, and they both step out of it. Athena stays outside the ring as Atlas climbs the steps and enters the ring through the ropes. He raises both fists in the air to receive some strong cheers from the crowd. He then removes the helmet, armor and cape and hands then to a ring attendant. He slaps his chest muscles with and absent minded look on his face, and then turns his attention to the stage, waiting for Apollo to appear.)

(‘Hector’s Death’ by composer Hans Zimmer hits and the fans immediately begin to boo. Soon enough, Apollo comes out from the back, donning a toga himself. Not wanting to be outdone by Atlas, the large Immortal is trialed by a legion of followers, all with their heads lowered. Following them is Kelly ‘Gunns’ Lynch, being carried on the shoulders of two rather large ‘followers’. Apollo stops in the middle of the ring, a spotlight beams down on him as the ‘followers’ suddenly all hit their knees and begin groveling. The fans boo as Apollo’s arms open wide with arrogance. He steps up onto the apron, staring at Atlas the entire time. He removes his toga and nonchalantly hands it to a ring aide. Kelly eyes Athena as she walks by to Apollo’s corner, but nothing more ensues."

HS: "And now that the wrestlers are in the ring, let’s get this Last Immortal Standing match started already!"

FJ: "Wait a second! What is a Last Immortal Standing match anyway?"

HS: "It is a their variation of the Last Man Standing match."

FJ: "So there are no pinfalls, no submissions, no count-outs and – most importantly – no disqualifications in this match?"

HS: "That’s right. The only way to be disqualified is from outside interference, and the only way to win is to knock your opponent out , inside the ring, so he can’t answer the referee’s ten count."

FJ: "Ok, so what you’re saying is basically the small Swedish wimp won’t stand a chance against the huge Greek god?"

HS: "I never said that. Atlas has the strength, the agility and the determination to overcome pretty much anything Apollo can throw his way. But I have to admit Apollo has been impressive when these two have matched up the last two weeks."

FJ: "Are you kidding me? Two weeks ago, Casper the ghost would have looked colorful next to Atlas. And last week, Apollo and Kelly Gunns dominated Atlas and Athena."

HS: "The way I recall it, that was a pretty even fight. The tie-breaker was Apollo’s cheating."

FJ: "Apollo’s ring smarts really paid off in that one. Cheating would have disqualified him, wouldn’t it? I didn’t see a disqualification. I saw a clean submission win."

HS: "Either way, we’re in for a treat tonight as the former tag team champions finally will solve their disagreements. Let’s find out who’s the Last Immortal Standing!"

(Atlas and Apollo are still in opposite corners, staring each other down. The referee calls for the bell and the match has started. Both men start cautiously, circling the perimeter of the ring with their hands ready to grapple for an advantage. Neither of the Immortals breaks the eye contact they have maintained since Apollo first entered the ring. Suddenly both men start forward and meet at the center of the ring, locking knuckles in what quickly turns into a test of strength.)

FJ: "Atlas is out of his league here. It’s like a high-jumper participating in the pole vault."

HS: "Without the pole?"

FJ: "Without the pole. And without the vault."

HS: "Que?"

(Frank is right, Atlas struggles the best he can, but it does not help that he fights back until his face is a deep crimson, he still is losing. So he does the next best thing. He kicks Apollo’s right knee. Twice. The big man loses a bit of his advantage, allowing Atlas to stand up straight again. The muscles on Atlas’s upper body contract as he is putting all of his strength into trying to get Apollo to his knees. When he realizes Apollo is not giving in any more, he aims another kick at his opponent’s knee. Apollo has anticipated it though, and with surprising speed jerks his left hand free, grabs Atlas’ leg at knee height and pulls it from underneath him. Atlas goes down, but immediately kips up.)

HS: "After a surprisingly even test of strength, Apollo sent Atlas to the mat. He couldn’t capitalize though, as Atlas was back up just as quickly as he went down."

FJ: "The smaller they are, the quicker they get up."

HS: "Err… Right…"

(After Atlas gets back to his feet, moves and countermoves take place in rapid succession. Apollo catches Atlas by the wrist and spins around to wring the arm. Atlas flips backwards to stay on his feet, and then does a front flip when Apollo tries an arm wringer in the opposite direction. He never stops on the mat, but jumps and hits an enzuigiri. The kick to his head does not make Apollo release his opponent’s wrist though. Instead, the bigger man puts his opponent in a hammerlock. Atlas tries to reach Apollo with his free hand, but to no avail. The Greek Immortal releases his hold and locks his arms around Atlas. He then delivers a German suplex. Without letting go of his hold, he stands up to deliver another one, with Atlas frantically trying to break free the bigger man’s waistlock.)

HS: "Atlas is struggling to avoid being hit with another German suplex."

FJ: "Too late!"

(After delivering the second rolling suplex, Apollo looks determined to go for a third one. Just as he lifts Atlas for the third time though, the Swede manages to break Apollo’s lock.)

HS: "Impressive display of strength by Atlas!"

FJ: "But what’s he doing now? It seems he’s going for a German as well."

HS: "That’s risky business. We all remember what happened when he tried to do that last week!"

FJ: "Yeah, he couldn’t pull it through and ended up falling on his ass with Apollo on top of him."

(Atlas has moved behind Apollo and locked his hands around the bigger man’s waist. He then snaps backwards for the German suplex. Apollo counters it by twisting, making him land on his elbows and knees instead. Atlas pulls him back up in position for a second attempt, but a quick elbow from Apollo makes him let go. Apollo whips Atlas into the ropes, and then sends him high in the air with a back drop.)

FJ: "Whoa! Did you see the elevation on the back drop, Herb? Atlas was feet above the top rope before he came back down to the canvas!"

HS: "I saw it. Apollo is taking control of this match, as he has done the past times these guys have met as well."

(Atlas stays on the mat, with his hand pressed against his arched, aching back. Apollo takes the opportunity to land a punishing kick to the hurting area. He then grabs Atlas hand and firmly puts it in a hammerlock while grabbing a handful of hair with his free hand and pulls Atlas to his feet. He lets go of the hair, and delivers multiple closed fist punches to his former partner’s kidney area.)

HS: "Apollo is really doing what he can to punish Atlas."

FJ: "That’s what you get for holding your partner back for months like Atlas did. Now finally has Apollo stepped out of his shadow."

(With the hammerlock still in place, Apollo hits a belly to back suplex. Midway through the move though, Atlas somehow breaks free and flips backwards to land on his feet. The wrestlers then come to a halt for an instant before Atlas drives Apollo’s head to the canvas with a reverse DDT.)

HS: "What a move by Atlas! He managed to roll through the suplex and hit an attack of his own! And now both guys are down!"

(The referee starts his ten count on both men, but at five, Apollo gets up to one knee. At the same time, Atlas uses the ropes to help pull himself to a standing position. Apollo charges with a shoulder tackle, but Atlas moves out of the way, and Apollo tumbles through the ropes and to the outside.)

HS: "That big oaf Apollo just threw himself out of the ring. And it looks like he landed hard!"

FJ: "Ouch, this doesn’t look good for Apollo."

(Atlas steps through the ropes and sends a quick look in Apollo’s direction, obviously assessing the situation. He then, standing on the apron, turns so he’s facing the ring again.)

FJ: "What’s Atlas doing now. He has to know there are no count outs in this match, so why is he returning to the ring?"

HS: "I don’t think he’s heading for the ring, Frank…"

(Herb is right, Atlas kicks away from the apron with an impressive moonsault to the prone Apollo. It hits perfectly. Both men are down, but since they are outside the ring, the referee ignores them. After a hew moments, Atlas crawls over to the guardrail and pulls himself to his feet. The front row fans are cheering him on and some even offer a helping hand. Meanwhile, Apollo slowly is up on his knees where he rests for a few moments before getting all the way up.)

HS: "Wow! I have never seen Atlas perform a move like that one before."

FJ: "And from the looks of it, he wishes he never would have either."

(Neither man very steady on his feet, they lock up in the ringside area. Atlas hits a few forearm shots to Apollo’s head without being able to make the big man back off. Instead, Apollo catches his opponent in a bear hug. After squeezing the helpless Atlas for what feels like an eternity, stopping only to deliver two reversed atomic drops, he sets his smaller opponent down on the guardrail, straddling it. He does not bother doing it gently, and a loud "Owww" goes through the crowd. Apollo then backs two steps and sneers at the defenseless Atlas, drawing a cannonade of jeers from the crowd. Apollo then takes one quick step forward, lifts his right foot and kicks Atlas with the Achilles Heel sidekick, flipping the Swede into the crowd. Apollo steps over the rail as well, and the crowd moves out of his way, creating a ten feet diameter circle with nothing but abandoned chairs, signs and the two wrestlers in it. Apollo pulls Atlas to his feet, sets him up and lifts him into the air in a vertical suplex position. During the seconds he hold Atlas upside down, the crowd moves back even further from them.)

HS: "This is insane! He can’t hit a vertical suplex out there with all the chairs and stuff!"

FJ: "Sure he can! I want to see blood!"

(Apollo falls backwards sending Atlas, and himself, crashing through the plastic chairs. After several moments, both wrestlers get up. Apollo immediately kicks Atlas in the gut, and puts him in position for another suplex. This time though, Atlas breaks free and counters with a Russian leg sweep. Right into a few previously undamaged chairs.)

FJ: "If these two continue doing this, most of the crowd will be standing for the rest of the night!"

HS: "They will anyway! This match looks far from over, and there is still more amazing action to come after it!"

(The wrestlers are now engaging in an all-out brawl, trading punches as they move through the crowd. Even though they both have taken some violent blows, no blood can be seen on either of them. Eventually, they are at one of the stands where official AWA products are being sold. Atlas has gained the upper hand by now, and he pushes Apollo back towards a table filled with AWA t-shirts. He then hits a standing dropkick, making Apollo trip over the table and end up behind it. Atlas tosses a discount "NHL – Puck U" t-shirt at Apollo, who appears to have bumped his head when falling over the table. The t-shirt covers the big man’s face.)

HS: "I wonder if Atlas was trying to send a message by choosing that shirt?"

FJ: "What would that be? I would have understood it if he would’ve pulled it over his own face, sparing the world the sight of his sissy face…"

HS: "Oh please…"

(Atlas climbs the table, and prepares for another moonsault while the crowd cheers him on. Apollo somehow must have realized what was going on though. Just when Atlas is about to jump, Apollo kicks the table with enough force to make it fall over, causing Atlas to take a hard fall to the ground. Apollo is up and rips the t-shirt from his face. Atlas gets up too, and the two circle each other warily. When Atlas tries a side kick, Apollo catches his foot and twists it to take him down. Atlas counters the move with an enzuigiri though. Apollo has backed up and is now only a couple of feet away from the concrete wall of the tunnel leading out of the arena. Atlas charges and hits a spear, driving Apollo into the wall with brutal force.)

HS: "Ouch! Did you see the way Apollo’s head bounced off the concrete wall? He must have cut wide open!"

FJ: "No, Herb. I can’t see any blood. In fact, both guys have taken several nasty bumps, but still no blood. It isn’t human!"

(Apollo is woozy, but when Atlas tries to squash him against the wall again with a cross-body block, he is clear enough to catch him and flatten him with a powerslam to the concrete floor. He stands up and looks around, as if to check for the referee. Then there seems to be a moment of clarity where he remembers the match cannot be won outside of the ring. So he pulls the near unconscious Atlas up and starts pushing him towards the ring with punches and shoves. When they are halfway through the crowd, Atlas begins to fight back, and they come to a halt, trading punches. Atlas kicks Apollo’s right knee twice, making it fold and Apollo go down to it. Atlas then hammers several elbows and forearms to Apollo’s forehead, before taking him all the way to the floor with a head scissors takedown. With Apollo down, Atlas stomps away on the right knee and then the head of Apollo. Atlas then leaves the prone Apollo to head for the ringside.)

HS: "This has been nothing but a brawl from these usually technical wrestlers. But now at least they both seem determined to make it to the ring. The only place they can win the match."

FJ: "Have you noticed how all this time Athena and Kelly have stayed out of it? Perhaps they had enough of fighting last week?"

HS: "Or perhaps neither of them is willing to risk a disqualification. Either way, Atlas has made his way to the guardrail now."

FJ: "A guardrail he knows well. They seemed very intimate only minutes ago…"

(Atlas is about to climb the guardrail when Apollo shoves him into it with a shoulder tackle from behind. Atlas turns around, but is met with a clothesline sending him over the guardrail. Atlas lands on his feet though, and before Apollo can react, Atlas has delivered a low blow that has Apollo staring in disbelief and the crowd cheering like crazy.)

FJ: "He… He can’t do that!"

HS: "Why not, Frank?"

FJ: "But… he… He’s not supposed to! He’s a wimpy, sissy goody-goody! They NEVER do that!"

HS: "All is fair in love and war, Frank. All is fair."

(Atlas capitalizes on the advantage the low blow gave him by setting Apollo up and delivering a neck breaker onto the guardrail!)

HS: "Holy shit, Frank! That was vicious!"

FJ: "Holy shit, Herb! That it was!"

(Atlas climbs the guardrail and springs off it with a knee drop to Apollo’s head. The big guy rolls out of the way though, and Atlas’ knee hits the floor. Both men are down and stay down for several seconds until they, almost simultaneously, climb over the guardrail. Both men head for the ring, but when Atlas is on his way up on the apron Apollo pulls him back. After a short struggle, he has him in a side headlock that he utilizes to deliver a formidable bulldog to the ring steps. Atlas is out cold.)

FJ: "Come on Apollo! Just toss him into the ring and you’ll win!"

HS: "He doesn’t seem to follow your line of thought at all Frank. He seems to be looking for something…"

(Apollo reaches under the ring, and pulls out a table. He glances at Atlas, who is still collapsed across the stairs. Amazingly, his face shows no cut or stain of blood after the violent bulldog. Apollo proceeds to set the table up outside the ring. He tries it with his hand and finds it satisfactory.)

HS: "Now what’s he going to do with that table? He still needs to get Atlas inside the ring to win this match!"

FJ: "But why not have some fun in the process?"

(Apollo walks over to Atlas and lifts his head by the hair. The rest of the smaller man’s body is not moving except for some spasms going through it every now and then. Apollo pulls Atlas up, and drapes him over one of his massive shoulders. He then walks over to the table and puts the now stirring Atlas on it. Apollo then climbs the table, and stands up on it, gaining full balance after some momentary wobbling. He pulls Atlas up and turns around, under hooking his arms. He then twists, ending up with Atlas in position for a vertebreaker.)

HS: "This is completely insane! Someone stop this! One of the most dangerous moves in wrestling, and Apollo is doing it through a table!!!"

FJ: "I love it! Give it to him Apollo!"

(Apollo leaps up to deliver the move, but right then, Atlas kicks the nearby ring post, making them miss the table, and causing Apollo to land face-first on the floor with Atlas on top of him. Both men of course suffer from the fall, and are slow getting up.)

HS: "What a devastating move! But not half as devastating as it would’ve been if Atlas hadn’t caused Apollo to miss the table."

FJ: "He’s such a spoilsport!"

(The spoilsport is the first one to start regaining a vertical position, as he uses what has to be all his remaining strength to throw his arms up on the table and get up on both his knees, resting his upper body across the table. Apollo is also coming to life behind him, and gets up swaying like a tree that has been cut and is waiting to fall. He takes a staggering step towards his opponent, and then another one. He reaches the table, grabs Atlas by the hair and slams his face and upper body to it hard. He then puts the barely moving Swede across his shoulders in a fireman’s carry and rolls him under the bottom rope, into the ring. The referee immediately starts to count. ONE… Apollo enters the ring, but leans back against the turnbuckle, unable to mount any offense. TWO… Atlas arm twitches a little THREE… FOUR… FIVE… his legs start moving SIX… SEVEN… Atlas rolls over to his stomach, and starts pressing himself free from the floor, as if doing push-ups EIGHT… He gets up on his knees NINE… Atlas is up.)

FJ: "He almost had him! Atlas just barely managed to get up before the count of ten!"

HS: "But he got up. And Apollo doesn’t look to be in much better shape either. What’s truly remarkable is that neither of the men has yet shed any blood. After the violence and mayhem so far, you would have thought at least one of them would have a tiny cut somewhere."

FJ: "Remember they are Immortals, Herb."

(Apollo moves up to Atlas, and they stand about one inch apart, staring each other down. Atlas then raises his right hand into the air. Apollo waits a few seconds, and then locks his left one with it. They then do the same thing with their free hands, in a test of who has the most strength left. The audience goes completely nuts over this. Maybe even more so than from the violent action that took place outside of the ring. The two Immortals stand there, knuckles locked, for over a minute without either one giving in. Then Apollo’s right knee begins to bend.)

HS: "Look! The knee Atlas has worn down throughout the match is giving in! The mammoth Apollo is losing this test of strength!"

(A look of panic and disbelief comes to Apollo’s face. A moment later, Apollo powers out by pushing Atlas away, breaking the knuckle lock. Apollo then charges, but Atlas drops and takes Apollo down with a drop toe hold. The big man falls into the ropes, and ends up on his knees with both arms hanging over the middle rope. Atlas hits him with a dropkick to the head. Apollo bounces back and is out on the mat. ONE… TWO:.. THREE… FOUR… FIVE… Apollo sits up! Atlas springboards off the bottom rope and hits a clothesline that takes him back down. ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR… FIVE… SIX… Kelly Gunns scream for Apollo to rise, but he doesn’t move. SEVEN… EIGHT… Apollo rolls out of the ring to break the count. Atlas welcomes the break, and just stands there, waiting for Apollo to come back in.)

HS: "Both men are taken to their limits now. I doubt there will be any more fancy stuff going on tonight."

FJ: "You’re right Herb. At this time, Apollo just will have to wear him down to the point where he cannot move."

(Apollo, after listening to Kelly, moves back into the ring. Atlas lets him do so without interfering. They slowly close in on each other, and Atlas puts a wristlock on Apollo, who reverses it. Another slow reversal and then a chin lock from Atlas. They stay like that for a short while, until Apollo takes Atlas down with a snap mare. Apollo then pulls Atlas up and hits a German suplex. And then another one. When everyone in the arena thinks he will deliver a third German suplex, he instead lifts Atlas up as for an Atomic drop, and places him on the top turnbuckle. He then climbs the ropes.)

FJ: "Apollo is going to the top! I don’t think I’ve ever seen this before!"

HS: "Neither have I. This looks extremely dangerous considering how hurt both men are!"

(Apollo grabs Atlas for a superplex, but Atlas blocks it by locking a foot in the top rope. Apollo is furious, and starts beating on Atlas shoulder with clubbing blows. Atlas responds by punching Apollo in the face. Both men are at a complete loss of balance at the top of the turnbuckle, and simultaneously grab each other around the waist. As much to gain stability as to deliver a belly-to-belly. Both men try to suplex the other off the top, but neither is successful. They break their holds and Apollo turns around, to hip toss Atlas to the canvas. But Atlas quickly locks his arms around the waist of Apollo.)

FJ: "No way! Atlas has never been able to German suplex Apollo in the past. And now he’s trying to do it from the top turnbuckle to the outside!? Who will stop this madness?"

(As it turns out, no one will. Atlas shows tremendous strength as he lifts Apollo up and then falls backwards from the top to the outside! The two Immortals crash through the table by the ring post as had it been made of paper. A huge "HOLY SHIT!" chant goes through the German crowd.)

HS & FJ: "HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!"

HS: "I can’t believe it! A German Superplex sent both men through the table Apollo set up earlier. Now neither of them are moving! I can’t believe it! Are they dead!?"

FJ: "Aren’t they Immortals?"

(A team from the medical staff rush to the debris by the ring post to check on the wrestlers. They stay there for minutes. Silence fills the arena. Then, suddenly, Atlas is seen crawling out of the crowd at the ringpost. He reaches the guardrail and starts to rise. Several fans help him up, and the crowd cheers them on. He moves to Apollo, pulls him up and starts pushing him inside the ring. Ever move he makes causes him to grimace in pain, but he is successful in getting his opponent back into the ring. ONE… TWO… Atlas enters the ring, but is unable to get to his feet. THREE… FOUR… FIVE… Apollo starts getting up. SIX… SEVEN… Apollo is up.)

HS: "Apollo is up, and that means the count will continue for Atlas."

(SIX… SEVEN… Atlas grabs the ropes and pulls himself up. While the referee was checking on Atlas though, the fans notice that Apollo, in his frustration, has left the ring.)

HS: "Where’s he going?"

FJ: "I think he’s tired Atlas getting up. He’s looking for some insurance."

(Kelly gladly directs Apollo to the ring announcer’s chair, and the big man slides back into the ring as the fans begin to boo. Atlas, still leaning on the ropes, finally becomes aware and charges for Apollo.)

THWACK!

(Apollo nails Atlas in the skull from the ring apron, over the ropes. The Swede instantly slumps to the mat, dropping like a sack of potatoes. The crowd is instantly in an uproar of boos.)

HS: "Oh! Apollo just slammed that steel chair right into Atlas’ skull. No way Atlas is going to be able to get up from that. It’s a damn shame. Atlas was playing clean, and Apollo had to go and do that."

FJ: "It’s no disqualifications, Herb, he can do whatever he wants!"

(Outside the ring, Athena looks wide eyed, nearly interfering. But the referee warns her before he even gets on the apron. He then turns back to Atlas and begins his ten count. ONE!... TWO!... THREE!... Atlas lays motionless, and a puddle of blood begins to form, as we now realize the shot busted him open… FOUR!... FIVE!... the fans are booing crazily… SIX!... SEVEN!... Atlas slowly begins to stir, blood dripping on the mat… EIGHT!... The fans are cheering Atlas now, as Apollo looks on, confidently. He even begins jawing with Athena, not realizing that Atlas is managing to climb to his feet… NINE!...)

HS: "I can’t believe it! Atlas is getting to his feet! After that vicious chair shot."

FJ: "Athena is interfering! She’s distracting Apollo!"

(By the time Apollo realizes what is going on, Atlas is up, very unsteadily, to his feet, wearing the crimson mask. Apollo is furious and slams the chair right back into Atlas’ face. THWACK! Atlas goes down and Apollo slams it into the back of his head. THWACK! THWACK! And across his back. THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! The fans are booing again as Atlas is face down in a pool of his own blood.)

HS: "THIS IS MADNESS! Someone has to stop this!"

FJ: "It’s NO DQ Herb! Atlas has to stay down for a ten count!"

HS: "Oh, come one Apollo, he’s had enough!"

(Apollo seems to agree, as he slams the chair end down into Atlas’s spine for good measure, before holding the chair up reveling in the boos from the crowd. ONE!... TWO!... THREE!... Atlas, despite the blood, tries pushing himself up… FOUR! FIVE!... Apollo yells at him to stay down, but Atlas still continues to push himself up. Apollo laughs loudly when Atlas’s arms give and he falls face down back into his puddle of blood. SIX!... SEVEN!... With the crowd behind him, Atlas suddenly, in desperation, lets out a huge groan. He then pushes himself up off the mat and onto his knees. Apollo is beside himself, and is practically too shocked to do anything. EIGHT!... Atlas waits for the nine, catching his breath, before standing up. Apollo, in anger and frustration, slams his chair into the ring several times, crumpling it. He then barks at Kelly to get him a new chair. She willingly does, shoving the timer out of the way. Athena comes over to stop her, but Kelly grabs the chair before she can get there, and fends her off wielding the chair. She then slides the chair into the ring, and Apollo grabs it.)

FJ: "Apollo isn’t done! Atlas just should have stayed down! He’s going to regret it."

HS: "I think I’m inclined to agree with you. Atlas can barely even stand, nor see through all the blood."

(But amazingly, Atlas proves them both wrong, because as soon as Apollo turns toward him, THWACK! Atlas lands a huge dropkick, out of nowhere, slamming the chair into Apollo’s face. Apollo stumbles backward and into the ropes, staggering forward, his eyes rolled. In a last ditch effort, in true desperation, Atlas darts towards the same ropes. He bounces off and comes up behind Apollo, grabbing him from behind and pulling his head down into the mat. SMACK! The chair crunches between the mat and Apollo’s face.)

HS: "THAT’S ATLAS’ BULLDOG! OUT OF NOWHERE! REMEMBER THE TITANS!"

FJ: "I don’t think Apollo will remember anything after that!"

(In exhaustion, Atlas’ eyes roll up and he falls down. The fans are going nuts, but grow silent when they see Atlas out of it. ONE!... TWO!... THREE!...)

HS: "BOTH MEN ARE DOWN! I don’t think either of them can get up!"

FJ: "Can this match end in a draw?"

HS: "It very well can!"

(FOUR!... FIVE!... The fans desperately try to rally behind Atlas. SIX!... SEVEN!... EIGHT… Atlas raises his arm off the mat, for the sky… NINE!... With a huge yell, Atlas rolls up to his feet just as the referee is counting TEN! Apollo, still laying facedown, finally reacts when he hears the bell. The referee declares Atlas the winner, to the delight of the Hamburg audience. Athena rushes into the ring to embrace Atlas, bringing a towel to wipe the blood. It doesn’t take long for Atlas to collapse to his bottom, in the corner, as EMT’s rush the ring to check on him. Meanwhile, Apollo has climbed up to his feet, sullenly.)

HS: "Atlas Johansson is the Last Immortal Standing! Apollo can’t believe it… Atlas withstood so much! He truly must be Immortal!"

FJ: "What a match… both men put a lot on the line! Atlas proved he wanted it more, he never gave up! Apollo just can’t believe it."

HS: "This one will go down in the history books folks, and deservedly… hey, wait a minute… WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?"

FJ: "It looks like Damage Inc. wants to join this party!"

(The fans boo loudly, but sure enough, NHL and Brian Stevens, the Tag Champions, make their way to the ring.)

HS: "Damage Inc. defend their title later on tonight, against Bad Blood… but I have no Earthly idea why they’re out here tonight!"

(Athena immediately stands guard of Atlas, as Damage Inc climb the steps and walk right by here, completely ignoring her. Instead, they walk towards Apollo. He breaths heavily, but tenses up, expecting a battle. Suddenly, Kelly ‘Gunns’ Lynch comes into the ring and stands between them.)

HS: "Oh, this may not be smart by Kelly. What’s she doing?"

FJ: "Defending her man, I suppose…"

(It couldn’t be further from the truth, though, as Kelly suddenly turns around and slaps Apollo. Before he can even react, NHL and Stevens are pounding on him. Kelly begins laughing maniacally as the fans boo her. Apollo is helpless, completely being decimated from their stomps. Stevens then picks up Apollo and holds his arms behind his back. NHL curses something at him, before rearing back and nailing him right in the face with his tag title.)

HS: "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS! Kelly set up Apollo! Why? WHY WOULD SHE DO THIS?"

FJ: "I have no clue, Herb. But look at her… she’s twisted!"

HS: "Damage Inc. is following her orders like puppets. And they’re enjoying this!"

(The title shot busts Apollo open, and Stevens drops him down onto his face. Kelly barks at them for more, and they happily oblige. Both men pick Apollo up, holding his arms behind his back while using their other arms to lock a suplex in. They line their move up with NHL’s title down below them.)

HS: "Oh come on! Not this!"

FJ: "This is crazy… what in the Hell has gotten into Kelly Gunns? I mean, she’s AWAOnline’s editor for goodness sake. I don’t think this behavior is very becoming of that position!"

(It only takes a moment for the tag team to land a double brain buster right onto the title. Apollo’s head and neck crunch from the impact as the tag champs raise their arms, corralling boos. Suddenly, Kelly drops down the mat and rolls out of the ring in a hurry. The crowd pops, as the Tag Champs turn around to see Atlas, half the cut across his face stiched, the other half still open bleeding, holding a chair, prepared for battle. They want none of it and they too slide out of the ring.)

FJ: "What the Hell?"

HS: "It’s about time someone did something!"

FJ: "No, I meant why is Atlas helping Apollo? Aren’t they immortal enemies?"

HS: "I’m not sure. I suppose Atlas is just truly doing a good deed!"

(Atlas then directs the EMT’s to assists Apollo instead of himself, and some oblige, but two instruct him to sit down. The camera gets a close up of Atlas and he looks truly worried for his former partner and friend, who is lying motionless on the mat, covered in blood now himself. The scene begins to fade, but not before closing on Damage Inc, with Kelly Gunns beside them, backing down the ramp looking very pleased.)

HS: "What in the Hell does Kelly Lynch want with Damage Inc?"

(A commercial airs for the "The Best of AWA World Title Matches, Vol. 2" plays before we rejoin Herb and Frank.)

HS: "AWA fans, for years and years, you have been asking 'When will Ray Owens be inducted into the AWA Hall of Fame?' Your voices haven't fallen onto deaf ears, as last night, 'The Hitman' FINALLY got what he deserved."

(We return to the Atlantic Hotel again. Sano "The Black Dragon" Hirazumi is stepping up to the podium, amid a gracious round of applause. He is wearing a simple black suit, over a silver shirt, and black tie, his hair cropped short and combed forward.)

BD: "I've never truly considered myself an AWA legend, despite the titles, despite my Hall of Fame induction. I've always felt there's been something lacking my performances, as if I wasn't quite up to the standards of the great inductees from past years. Men like Weston Steel, Crimson Dream, Jack Happy and Theoren Spencer, these men are legends among men, I simply a man."

"However, tonight I'm not here to speak about me, I'm here to talk about someone who is without question one of the greatest to have ever stepped into the squared circle. Ray 'The Hitman' Owens is a Champion in every sense of the world, and his nomination for this prestigious honor is long overdue. His history speaks for itself, multiple time World Champion, Television Champion, Intercontinental Champion, Cruiserweight Champion. Owens has done just about everything there is to do in the AWA, and he did it with a style and grace that will in my eyes never be matched."

"It's no secret that throughout Ray's career, he's put on some of the most spectacular technical exhibitions in wrestling history. I was lucky enough to have participated in some of those matches. I consider the matches I had with Ray to be the highlight of my career, especially during our feud over the Cruiserweight Championship. In fact, I would say that even after all I went on to achieve after that series of matches, even winning the World title, would still be secondary to those matches. I'll never forget the words of President Gray, when he told Ray and myself that between the two of us we legitimized his only recently created Crusierweight title in a way he never thought possible. I don't remember ever feeling prouder, and I know Ray felt the same."

"Yes, as I said, this has been long overdue. Ray has always been one of the most intelligent men I've ever met. He was able to insert himself in a leadership role in quite possibly the most successful stable in AWA history, The Family. With Ray at the helm, The Family would dominate the AWA for a year or more, with Ray himself holding the World title for the better portion of that run."

"On his best days, Ray Owens was nearly unbeatable, you would truly have to be a step above the rest to even come close to his skill. He wasn't just good, he wasn't even just great, he was incredible. Ask any man here who stepped in the ring with Ray and they'll tell you exactly the same thing. On any given day the only way you could beat Ray Owens was if he made a mistake, and let me tell you, his mistakes were rarer than a full solar eclipse."

"To most people, Ray Owens and The Black Dragon will forever be known as the bitterest of enemies, two men who could never stand each other. Professionally I think we'd both like to keep it that way, although whenever I talk to fans about Ray, I never try and hide how much I respect the man. I believe it's a respect that resides not only in me, but in everyone in the business, and I know there are more than a few kids trying to break into our sport that see Ray Owens as someone they'd like to be like skill wise."

"In his career with the AWA, Owens took on and took out the absolute best in the industry, from Jack Happy, to Low, to Dave Santini, to Sabotage. Owens wrestled the best, and took his place among the best, almost all of his matches were legendary. I could not possibly think of a man more deserving for this honor."

"Ray, my brother, congratulations, this has been a long time coming, and I hope that my pour words made it worth the wait."

(Ray Owens stands up as the crowd applauds; he is wearing a simple black three piece suit with a red silk tie and matching handkerchief in the breast pocket. He waits a few moments as the crowd continues to applaud. He finally begins to speak; he is for the first time in his life nervous. He finally reaches and brings the microphone closer to him as he clears his throat.)

OWENS: "I would… um... I would first like to thank Sano for that wonderful induction speech. He and I do go way back and I couldn’t think of a better person to induct me into the AWA Hall of Fame. I would also like to thank all wrestlers past and present here in the AWA. Their legacy made me want to succeed and I hope that my legacy here makes others want to succeed. The fact that so many wrestlers who came here well after me, actually know me and claim they shaped their style after me makes me truly humbled and truly thankful."

(He clears his throat again.)

OWENS: "As I came here tonight for this induction ceremony, I was walking through the airport and people were greeting me, saying hi, and many were asking me 'What have you been doing all this time?' 'Where have you been?' 'Are you ever going to wrestle again?' Well, let me answer these questions for them and all of you. I have been living in Texas on a ranch, raising horses and two little girls. I am happy and I definitely keep in shape chasing those girls around the ranch. I’ve never been happier and more comfortable than I am now. The fact that the AWA staff found out where I lived still amazes me, although I suspect Sano may have clued them into my whereabouts."

"Thank God they found me. I would have been inducted and not even have known it. As to the last question 'Will I ever wrestle again?'"

(He looks down to the podium and takes a deep breath followed by a long pause.)

OWENS: "I don’t think I will. I have accomplished more in my career than some people ever will. I am still young and I want to try new things, see what other paths I can venture down. I am still fairly young but the hell my body went through during my career here in the AWA is unbelievable. I battled Hangman, Crimson Dream, Dave Santini, Black Dragon, Low, Jack Happy and many others toe to toe for months at a time, sometimes two and three at a time or in one night. That takes a toll. For me to damage myself to the point where I can’t get on the floor and play with my daughters because of the never-ending pain is enough to make me stop wrestling."

"I will never ever lose my love of wrestling however. Some people think of wrestling as brute strength and power. Not me, there is a science and beauty to it… if done correctly. The fluid motions of the wrestling moves, going from one hold to another without ever missing a beat, the way you can methodically wear down an opponent simply by being smarter than him. That is what it is all about! The way your words beforehand can defeat them without ever stepping foot in the ring. Trust me, knowing you have beaten your opponent by simply cutting a kick ass promo on him three days before the match is truly invigorating and there is nothing at all like it. Knowing that your last promo just ripped his heart out and he’s given up. He simply traipses out to the ring to take his ass-whipping like a man. Those are the moments I will miss forever. I once had a wrestler, I forget who, some no-name and never will be admit defeat on his last promo. That is unheard of!"

(Owens is now pounding the podium and speaking with a fury and conviction, the same he had when he led The Family years ago.)

OWENS: "You know what, I may never wrestle again, but I can still speak with the swagger and stroke that I had when I was here. I tried to remain calm and speak thoughtfully on my years here in the AWA, but being up here and seeing all my old enemies and all of you fans, I just can’t. Here goes..."

(Owens takes off his jacket and unbuttons his cuff links.)

OWENS: "Black Dragon... Sano... how dare you come out here and speak about what I’m 'really like'. The fact that you cannot keep a thing to yourself says a lot about you as a person. I have the right mind to kick the ever-loving crap out of you! You know what, you’d take it too, because once you get beat and beat you fold up like a frickin' accordion. The fact that no one but me ever realized that tells you a lot about the intelligence of the others around the AWA. Mention me or my family again and I will snap your neck quicker than a hiccup!"

(Owens cracks a smile and looks at Black Dragon. Black Dragon looks confused.)

OWENS: "I’m just playing man!! I’m just playing! I just wanted to see if I still had it. I don’t, but I tried. The funny thing was the look on your face... it’s like you knew I could still do it if I wanted to. I could, you know that right?"

(Turns back to the crowd.)

OWENS: "In all seriousness, this man is reason one I ever got a shot at the big time here. Our cruiserweight matches were legendary and the Iron Man Match for the Cruiserweight title is still being mentioned around the internet community as one of the best matches they’ve ever seen. I must agree, I watched it the other day and I got goose bumps."

"Now on to my fellow inductee, Dave Santini. Talk about a guy that doesn’t know when to shut off the character and be plain old Dave! To this day I still think he walks around his house saying 'shut it' and meaning it. He has to be the meanest guy I’ve ever met in my life."

(Owens is laughing again.)

OWENS: "If you can get past all that, though, he is a nice guy. Dave was my best friend in The Family; we plotted together, whipped a lot of ass together and eventually had to go at it for the sake of The Family. Of course, I beat him I think three out of four times. The one time he beat me, I think I had mono or something. If anyone deserves to be in the Hall of Fame though, it is Dave Santini. I was actually shocked he wasn’t when I heard he was going to be inducted also. Congratulations Dave, it is well deserved and you should come out to the ranch sometime."

"In closing, I need to talk about all the other wrestlers of my time. Jack Happy is truly a wrestling legend and will be remembered long after I have been forgotten. The Lone Star Outlaws are the greatest tag team of all time, hands down, and were fantastic singles wrestlers as well. I seem to remember a certain Hangman kicking my ass up and down the arena one night. I spent many a night in the hospital at the hands of that man. Crimson Dream, this is the man I tried to pattern my promos around. He used to be the master of beating your opponent before you beat him so to speak. I learned intimidation through words from this man. I would never tell him that then, but I can say it now. Thank you Dream, you are the man."

"Lars Fredickson, what a guy, a fantastic guy and a man I can call my friend. Last but not least Low, ladies and gentlemen, I am about to admit something never uttered from my mouth before... I COULD NOT BEAT THIS MAN NO MATTER HOW HARD I TRIED. This makes him the greatest wrestler I have ever faced, hell, if I can’t beat him, he has to be good. I’ve come pretty damn close lots of times but I’ve never done it."

"All of these people that I mentioned are people that have shaped my career, my life, my happiness and my sadness. I cannot be who I am today without them. There are many more to mention, if I failed to mention you, know that everyone I ever stepped into the ring I learned something from in life and in wrestling. I don’t want to take any more time, as I’m sure you are all very bored or need to pee and don’t want to be rude."

"Thank you all, thank you all, I love and appreciate all of you."

(Ray waves to the crowd and gets watery eyes. He shakes hands with the other legends sitting on or near the stage before we cut back to Herb and Frank.)

HS: "'The Hitman' Ray Owens, ladies and gentlemen. Is that a tear in your eye, Frank?"

FJ: "Herb, I miss the days of The Family!"

HS: "Well, I can certainly say that many fans and many wrestlers miss the greats such as Ray Owens performing their art inside that ring. But AWA Classic is about uniting past, present and future. It's about tying up old knots and opening new boxes. It's about solidifying legacies and creating new ones. And the following match has the potentital to do all of this and then some. Anyway, up next, we have the final match in what has been one of the most violent feuds in recent memory. Ever since Hangman’s return to the AWA, Hangman and Schizm have had some brutal matches."

FJ: "Not to mention Hangman putting a price on Schizm’s head."

HS: "And tonight, in a match of his own devising, the Hangman will meet Schizm one last time."

FJ: "There’s a good possibility that one of these men is going to be walking to the ring one last time and leaving on a stretcher."

HS: "And as an added twist, Schizm has mandated that Hangman will wrestle without his mask …"

FJ: "… and that he’s going to be taking off his own mask. I wonder what he looks like under his mask."

HS: "I don’t know. But I wonder if Hangman takes off his mask, is he going to be just Hangman or is he going to be Aaron Matthewson?"

FJ: "I have no idea. I suppose it’s probably part of Schizm’s strategy."

("I Stand Alone" by Godsmack blares over the PA as two columns of flame erupt from either side of the entrance ramp. Slowly a section of the entrance ramp opens up revealing a pit down below. We then see someone climbing up from underneath the entrance ramp. As he fully ascends, we now see that he's got a thick linked chain draped over his right shoulder and behind him, he drags...A COFFIN! His bare-chested body is caked in mud, even going down to his black wrangler jeans and boots, yet the moment he looks out into the audience, they scream out Aaron's name. Methodically, he stalks down to the ring, leaving muddy footsteps behind. At the apron, Aaron drops off the coffin and looks out towards the audience. Spying a young woman in the front, he walks towards her and extends out a hand towards her face as if wanting to cup it in his palm. Just before his hand manages to touch her skin, he withdraws it and looks back towards the ring. Climbing inside, he falls to his knees in the middle of the ring, looking up towards the lights with a look as if pleading for a final rest. Closing them, his head lolls slightly as he reaches up...getting lost in the moment. Yet, when he opens his eyes again, he pulls back his hand once more. Going towards one of the turnbuckles, with his back to the ring, he nods in understanding before turning around and facing up towards the ramp with a look of steely determination, pacing around the ring like a hungry lion.)

HS: "I didn’t think it was possible, but has Schizm actually gotten Hangman to resurrect Aaron Matthewson?"

FJ: "It’s looking that way right now. I thought that part of Hangman was gone for good."

(Suddenly, Schizm rushes out from the crowd, hops the barrier, and slides into the ring behind Aaron. Matthewson turns around and the two stare each other down.)

FJ: "Hey, where’s his entrance music? Doesn’t Schizm have any sense of showmanship?"

HS: "I guess he’s doesn’t want to wait."

FJ: "Then why are they just staring at each other?"

HS: "Uhhhhh …"

(From out of the crowd another Schizm hops the barricade and slides into the ring. And another. And another. And another.)

HS: "This is a little surreal."

FJ: "Which one is the real Schizm?"

(Aaron Matthewson is surrounded six Schizms. He looks around and gestures for them to bring it on. They do. All six Schizms dog-pile onto the big Texan, beating him down. Suddenly Aaron roars to his feet, tossing the Schizms away. One gets back to his feet and rushes in, met with a huge boot. Another falls victim to a clothesline from Hell. A third gets a huge headbutt followed by the San Antonio Cyclone. Aaron backs another into the corner with blow after blow, fending off the other two with back elbows. A huge uppercut dazes the one in the corner. Matthewson grabs two Schizms with facial claws and puts them down hard with a double Southern Comfort Slam! Aaron grabs the Schizm in the corner and presses him over his head, walking to the side of the ring where the other five Schizms are licking their wounds. He launches the Schizm over his head into the five outside the ring, toppling all of them to the ground. They hastily limp up the ramp, leaving Aaron Matthewson standing alone in the ring.)

FJ: "I guess none of them were the real Schizm."

HS: "I wonder where he is."

(Aaron stares up the ramp, watching the false Schizms disappear into the back. On cue, the members of the band Lacuna Coil walk out from the back onto a platform beside the entrance ramp. They pull black sheets off their instruments and plug in. The lights go out as Lacuna Coil starts to play "Daylight Dancer." One light flashes at the entrance ramp as smoke builds up there. The silhouette of the Sadistic Jester appears in the smoke as Andrea Ferro sings.)

FERRO: Answer me, it can't be so hard

Cry to relieve what's in your heart

Desolation, grief and agony

(The music picks up, strobes around the arena flash and Schizm emerges from the smoke, laughing hysterically. He looks around the arena, going from one side of the ramp to the other, soaking up cheers and jeers alike)

FERRO: Trying to move

down in this grave

Trying to believe in every faith

As another bridge to clarity

(Schizm walks down the ramp slowly as Cristina Scabbia sings.)

SCABBIA: Want to stay another way?

Want to stay another way?

Take another chance

to find a distant sanity

and turn your pain in truth

Take another chance

to fight a different enemy

and try to free it

(The song continues as Schizm circles around the ring, looking up at the unmoving monolith that is Aaron Matthewson. Schizm slides into the ring, climbs onto the corner turnbuckle, and lets out a burst of maniacal laughter. He hops down as the song ends. The crowd erupts in cheers for Lacuna Coil. Schizm and Aaron Matthewson stand and stare at each other. The jester looks the other man up and down and nods approvingly. The crowd goes quiet.)

HS: "This is it. Schizm’s going to finally reveal his face to everyone."

(Schizm reaches to his eyes and plucks out the contact lenses that had obscured his eye color for so long. He blinks brilliant green eyes at Aaron, filled with mirth. With deliberate slowness, Schizm reaches for the seam where his mask joins with the rest of his body stocking. Suddenly, he flicks his hand out and throws powder in the eyes of Matthewson!)

HS: "What an underhanded trick! Schizm said he was going to unmask himself, but he was only baiting Aaron Matthewson!"

FJ: "That’s a good way to get ahead in the match.

(The referee rings the bell. Schizm peppers the blinded Matthewson with right hands, until Aaron suddenly grabs both of Schizm’s arms and they lock up in the center of the ring. Aaron uses his size advantage to push Schizm towards the corner. But Schizm suddenly stops resisting and drops backwards, catching Aaron with a drop toe hold that sends him face-first into the bottom turnbuckle. Schizm begins stomping on Aaron. The bigger man absorbs the stomps and gets back to his feet. Schizm comes off the ropes and introduces his knee to Aaron’s jaw, sending the Texan down hard. Aaron gets back to his feet and Schizm delivers a classic hurricanrana, hooking one of Aaron’s legs for the pin …1 … Aaron kicks out, but Schizm stays mounted on him and assaults him with a flurry of blows to the face, laughing maniacally. With awesome strength, Aaron literally throws the jester off of him. Aaron goes for a clothesline, but Schizm ducks and slaps him hard across the face. Aaron doesn’t even blink. He goes for a huge right, but Schizm ducks that as well, this time countering with a throat thrust, again to little effect. The big Texan goes for a third blow, but Schizm ducks it for the hat trick and aims a kick to Aaron’s head. It never connects as Aaron catches Schizm’s foot. He tries to hurl Schizm backwards, but Schizm merely back flips, landing on his feet. The jester back flips again, not of his own violation, but because Aaron nearly took his head off with a powerful clothesline from Hell. As Schizm slowly gets to his knees, Aaron grabs him from behind by his hair and rains forearms down onto his chest.)

HS: "Those forearms are just sick. He could cave in Phoenix –er, Schizm’s ribcage with those."

FJ: "Ouch. They hurt just looking at –hey! Someone’s running down. Is that …"

HS & FJ: "… a mime?"

(Indeed, it is a mime, riding an imaginary bicycle down the ramp. He stops at ringside, puts the imaginary kickstand down, and sits in an imaginary chair, watching the match. Meanwhile, Aaron is assaulting Schizm in the corner with elbows. He whips Schizm into the opposite corner and crushes him with a running clothesline. As Aaron repeats the process again, the mime folds up the imaginary chair, picks it up and slides into the ring. He moves at Aaron, as if trying to hit him from behind with the imaginary chair. But Aaron turns around and the mime stops, frozen in mid-swing. The mime unfolds the imaginary steel chair and sets it down and mimes offering Aaron Matthewson a seat.)

HS: "Is that a suicidal mime?"

(Aaron goes to slug the mime, but the mime waves his arms for Aaron to wait. Aaron stops and the mime points out that there’s an imaginary barrier between the two of them and Aaron can’t punch through it. The mime starts doing the classic Mime-in-a-Box routine. Unfortunately for the mime, Aaron’s imagination only goes so far and he lands a huge haymaker on the mime’s chin through the imaginary wall.)

FJ: "Hey! That’s not fair! There’s an imaginary wall there! Matthewson isn’t playing right!"

(Aaron throws the mime out of the ring and turns back to focus his attention on Schizm. The jester is already airborne and connects with the Jestercanrana. As Aaron is getting back to his feet, Schizm unload right hands into his head. As Aaron gets back to his feet, the blows start being less and less effective. He finally catches Schizm’s right hand in his left and starts to crush it. Aaron begins to force Schizm to his knees, but the wily jester blinds him with a double eye poke. Aaron stumbles backwards and Schizm connects with a high kick to the head that sends him stumbling into the ropes. As he staggers back, Schizm kicks him in the gut and locks the big man in a side full nelson, executing the Bulldog with Butterfly Wings. The jester bounces up to the top rope and springboards off into a beautiful moonsault. He pins …1 …2 … Aaron kicks out!)

FJ: "Is that a man wearing a monkey suit?"

HS: "Yeah, I think so. I wonder if it’s Andrew Flash."

FJ: "I doubt it. But it could be. He’s making a bee line right for Schizm, too."

(The monkey suited man slides into the ring, turns Schizm around, and delivers a kick to the gut. He hoists Schizm up for a power bomb but starts spinning around clumsily. Schizm regains his wits in the air and pokes the man in the eyes before spinning around into the Fool’s Holiday. Schizm grabs the monkey man by the leg and locks in the Joker’s Folly, tearing away at his knee and ankle. The monkey man taps out to the hold, but Schizm continues to cinch in the hold. Suddenly, Aaron comes up from behind him and delivers a huge bulldog. Schizm fails to let go of the hold until impact and ends up bending the monkey man’s leg further back than it should have been. The monkey man rolls out of the ring, holding his leg in pain.)

FJ: "If I were Andrew Flash, I would hope that I wasn’t in that monkey suit."

HS: "That … doesn’t really make sense."

FJ: "Hey, I’m a Schizmatic Genius in training. Give me some slack."

(Aaron stomps Schizm repeatedly. He picks the jester up, tosses him into the ropes, and clotheslines him on the way back. Schizm tries to kip up, but Aaron is waiting there for him, grabbing him by the legs, hoisting him into the air, and power bombing him. Aaron lifts him back up and power bombs him again. A third power bomb chained together! Aaron keeps him pinned there …1 …2 … Schizm kicks out! Aaron picks Schizm back up and throws him over his shoulder. He drives the jester headfirst into the mat with a Tombstone pile driver. The big man goes to the top rope and leaps off with a huge leg drop.)

HS: "Trash Compactor from Aaron Matthewson!"

FJ: "I don’t think Schizm appreciates his head being referred to as trash, nor the fact that it’s been compacted."

(Aaron hooks the leg for the pin …1 …2 … Schizm kicks out again! Aaron gets up, looking a little frustrated, when he’s suddenly leveled by a flying chair shot from a bandaged Andreas Lasiewicz!)

HS: "Well, it didn’t take long for this to become a Carnival affair."

(Lasiewicz gives Aaron a few more chair shots for good measure before throwing the bent chair away. Schizm has gotten back to his feet and the two begin stomping on Matthewson. They whip him into the ropes and catch him with a double face buster on the way back. Schizm gestures to Lasiewicz that he has it well in hand now and Andreas exits the ring and sits by ringside. As Aaron slowly gets to his feet, Schizm bounces off the ropes and executes a spinning scissors kick, knock Aaron back to the mat. With the behemoth down, Schizm locks in the E-Z-Squire, bending Aaron painfully. The Texan grunts in pain and Schizm locks in the hold tighter. The referee checks to see if he’s going to submit, but Aaron refuses. Instead, he grasps Schizm’s arms and begins to slowly but surely pull them apart as the crowd cheers him on. Aaron works his way back to a vertical base, both men back to back with Aaron holding Schizm’s arms. The jester suddenly kicks back into the back of Aaron’s knee. The big man lets go of Schizm’s arms and goes to a knee. Schizm kicks back again, nailing Aaron in the back of the head and sending him sprawling forward into the bottom rope. Lasiewicz is there and slaps Aaron a few times across the face and chokes him on the bottom rope. Schizm in the meantime, hops out of the ring and searches under the ring until he finds what he’s looking for: a bike helmet and a unicycle. The jester straps on the helmet and slides into the ring with the unicycle. He picks up Aaron and head butts him a few times with the helmet before whipping him into the corner and executing the Running Gag. Schizm whips Aaron into the opposite corner and hops up onto the unicycle. He cycles around the ring a couple of times, picking up momentum before ramming head first into Matthewson’s lower midsection at full speed. Aaron stumbles out of the corner, holding his gut. Schizm picks up the unicycle and levels Aaron with a huge swing from it, putting a big dent in the wheel. Schizm drags Aaron into the center of the ring and hops to the top turnbuckle. He leaps off, driving his helmeted head into the Texan’s sternum with a huge kamikaze headbutt! Schizm tosses the helmet aside, which now sports a big crack in the plastic and dazedly drapes himself over Aaron. The referee counts …1 …2 … Aaron just gets a shoulder up! The crowd becomes electric!)

HS: "I can’t believe Aaron just kicked out of that! He must have broken ribs from that headbutt!"

FJ: "And I think that Schizm may have scrambled his brains too. He’s just laughing right now."

HS: "Well, he’s been in control since Lasiewicz got involved. Aaron Matthewson needs to start putting some offense together or Schizm’s going to win this one soon."

(Schizm laughs as he begins to apply the Bedlam Lockdown on Aaron. The bigger man fights it, but Schizm soon has it locked on in the center of the ring.)

FJ: "Bedlam Lockdown! There’s no escape from that hold once it’s locked in!"

HS: "But Aaron Matthewson refuses to give up! He’s feeding off the crowd!"

FJ: "Let them cheer for him all they want. It’s not going to do him any good. Schizm has this one in the …"

HS: "Wait a minute! It’s…

FJ: "I can’t believe it!"

(As the lights cut out for a few moments, we see the flashbulbs flicker as the crowd waits in anticipation. When the lights cut back on again, we see a man dressed in a Death Angel mask and behind Aaron it's...Crimson Dream!!! Aaron begins pummeling on 'Death Angel' and eventually the mask comes off revealing....The Punisher! He laughs as he adjusts his mask and, right on cue, Crimson Dream pulls out The Hangman's mask. Catching Aaron off guard, Crimson Dream manages to put it over his head as The Punisher beats him senseless. Tying up the cords, the EE members leave The Hangman to come to.)

HS: "Is that …?"

FJ: "It’s The Hangman’s mask!"

HS: "Oh no! I thought we weren’t going to see Hangman tonight! He’s liable to hurt somebody really bad tonight."

FJ: "That’s liable to happen anyways, Herb. This isn’t tiddlywinks, you know. Though tiddlywinks can be dangerous. You can put someone’s eye out with them. But this is worse."

(Aaron/Hangman’s head lolls to the side, though whether it’s because he’s still not fully conscious or if it’s in Hangman’s trademark style is unknown. Schizm and Andreas charge after Crimson Dream and the Punisher, and the four men begin to trade blows on the entrance ramp. The Carnival members are soon flat on their backs form huge duel haymakers from EE. Schizm rolls backward, in a tumble, back to the ring, all the way down the ramp, as the EE members stomp away at Andreas. Schizm climbs into the ring, leaving Lassie for slim pickings, but continues to laugh until he turns around to find himself face to face with the sneering masked visage of The Hangman. The Hangman rocks Schizm with blow after blow. He tosses Schizm into the ropes and catches him with a huge sidewalk slam. Hangman picks Schizm up and slams the jester back down with a devastating Dominator. Hangman drops a big leg across Schizm’s throat and pins …1 …2 … Schizm just gets a shoulder up.)

HS: "The Hangman is back and he’s lighting up Schizm like a pinball machine."

FJ: "This is what I’ve been waiting for. Hangman knows how to hurt people. Now we’re going to see some real mayhem."

HS: "I can’t say I enjoy agreeing with you there. He’s already up to no good, poking around under the ring."

FJ: "I love no-DQ matches."

(Hangman finds what he’s looking for: a good length of chain. He wraps it around his fist. As he’s walking by the slowly reviving Andreas Lasiewicz, he nails him in the face with his chain fist, reopening Lasiewicz’s wound from his match with Chozen and knocking the Pole out cold. Schizm is getting up gingerly in the ring. Hangman blasts him in the face with his chain fist. Schizm goes down like a ton of bricks. Hangman stands over the fallen jester, nudging him not so gently with his foot. Schizm gets into his hands and knees. Hangman drives his loaded fist into the jester’s kidney area, Schizm collapses, arching his back in pain.)

HS: "What a sadistic blow!"

FJ: "Schizm’s going to be pissing blood after tonight."

HS: "If he’s lucky enough to be able to piss."

(Hangman loosens the chain and begins to whip Schizm repeatedly with the chain. The crowd boos the Behemoth heavily.)

FJ: "What’s with these Germans? They were cheering him not five minutes ago like he was their hero. Now they seem to hate him worse than Schizm."

HS: "They were cheering Aaron Matthewson because he is a hero, Frank. Now he’s Hangman, who’s just a monster. He’s whipping Schizm like he’s some kind of pack animal."

(The crowd’s boos turn into cheers as Dark Warrior suddenly runs down to the ring and starts pounding Hangman with blow after blow. He goes to whip Hangman into the ropes, but Hangman plants himself and doesn’t budge. Rather, he pulls Dark Warrior into a short arm big boot. The Hellbringer stomps down on Dark Warrior’s throat. He picks Dark Warrior up and tosses him into the corner, raining down fists of fury onto the smaller man. Finally, with a kick to the gut, Hangman hoists him into the air and power bombs him over the top rope to the outside!)

HS: "Oh my god! Hangman could have permanently injured Dark Warrior! That was just sick!"

FJ: *cackles* "Serves him right!"

(Schizm is starting to revive after the beating he received. Hangman grabs Schizm and whips him into the ropes. He goes to catch him with a spine buster, but Schizm counters it into a Monkey Bomb! Schizm rolls backwards off of Hangman to his feet. He grabs one of Hangman’s legs in a leg lock and begins rolling around the ring. After a few rotations, Schizm gets back to his feet and waits for Hangman to do the same. Schizm kicks him in the gut as he does and lifts him into the air for a vertical suplex in an amazing display of strength. He holds him there shakily for a moment before dropping him down into a power bomb. Schizm holds his back as he climbs to the top rope. He looks down over the fallen Hangman and looks out at the crowd, which oddly enough is cheering for him. Schizm salutes the crowd and suddenly pulls off his mask to reveal …)

HS: "It’s Paul Garrison! It’s Phoenix!"

FJ: "Phoenix is Schizm?"

(The newly unmasked Schizm leaps off the top rope and executes his rendition of the senton bomb!)

HS: "Ashes to Ashes!"

(Schizm leans back and hooks the leg for a pin …1 …2 … Hangman just gets a shoulder up! Shock is obvious on Paul Garrison’s face. He tries to pin again, but with the same result. Garrison throws his head back, laughing as Schizm always laughed. He rolls out of the ring and begins rummaging under the ring, looking for an appropriate weapon. He drags out a table and sets it up. Suddenly, from behind, someone crashes a steel chair onto Schizm’s back.)

FJ: "What the …?"

HS: "It’s Ray Owens!"

(Schizm staggers forward, wincing in pain as the fans give a surprisingly mixed reaction to Owens. Owens charges after him, takes aim, and swings mightily. SMACK! The chair connects right into the back of Garrison’s head, who slumps forward onto the tarmac, landing with a thud. Owens holds the chair high getting cheers from all the non-Carnival fans, of which there are many. Hangman slides out of the ring, and Owens backs away, still holding the chair. Hangman glares at him through his mask, momentarily, but then stomps into the spine of the downed jester.)

HS: "Owens is leaving? I can’t believe it? He and Hangman have had brutal battles in the past, they’ve been sworn enemies. And he’s just walking away?"

FJ: "No one will ever forget that infamous night back in 2002 when Hangman defeated Drake Hyde in a steel cage match, only to lose it within an hour to Ray Owens on the very same night!"

HS: "Owens has had many memorable matches with Jack Happy, another EE member."

FJ: "And now Owens has attacked Schizm and HELPED Hangman! This is crazy!"

HS: "Schizm has been completely brutalized! And now the Hangman is fully back."

FJ: "Hangman is a monster; I don’t see how Schizm has much a chance at this point. Hell, I don’t know if there is anyone in the back who would be willing to come out here and challenge Hangman!"

HS: "They’d have to be a nut, that’s for sure."

(Hangman pulls Schizm up and slides him into the ring, following suit. Hangman stomps into Schizm’s spine once more, and then pulls him by Garrison’s hair. Schizm fights back suddenly, with an elbow to Hangman’s gut, but the big man counters by slamming Schizm face first into the mat by his hair. The impact sends Schizm over onto his back and Hangman, with a grunt, leaps with a big leg drop. THUD! Hangman winces as he lands hard to the mat. The wily Schizm quickly rolled out of the way and to his feet. Not wasting the opportunity, Schizm hits the ropes and comes back with a dropkick square into the seated Hangman’s face with a resounding SMACK!)

HS: "Ouch! It would seem that Schizm isn’t out just yet!"

FJ: "Yes, but look, I think he just managed to piss Hangman off."

(Schizm climbs up to his feet and is somewhat shocked to see Hangman still sitting there. Schizm hits the ropes again and aims a dropkick right into Hangman’s back. Again, Hangman doesn’t budge. No, instead Hangman slowly and methodically climbs to his feet. Schizm hits the ropes once more and comes flying with a high knee at Hangman. But the big man, showing impressive and uncharacteristic agility, rolls onto the mat and Schizm practically goes flying over him. Both men continue on into the ropes and the crowd gets pumped, expecting what happens next.)

HS: "Clothesline from Hell!"

FJ: "He’s going to decapitate him!"

(But Schizm amazingly bridges backward, in a full sprint, avoiding the hard blow. The crowd sounds impressed at the agile move, but Hangman is far from it. Hangman wheels around into an open hand slap from Schizm. This angers the big man, but Schizm quickly unloads a forearm to his face. Garrison then whips Hangman toward the turnbuckle. The larger Hangman, counters though, whipping Schizm towards the turnbuckle. But instead of releasing him, he pulls him back quickly and in one, fluid motion locks his forearms around Schizm’s neck and rolls around behind him.)

HS: "Cobra Clutch! Hangman has locked in the Cobra Clutch!"

FJ: "Impressive. We haven’t seen this from Hangman in some time."

(The crowd gives a mixed reaction to the maneuver as Schizm instantly struggles to break free. He isn’t able to, however, as the larger Hangman puts tremendous pressure on his neck by forcing down. Schizm’s kicks begin to slow and his eyes begin to glaze. He struggles towards the ropes.)

HS: "What is Schizm doing? The ropes won’t save him here, this is a no dq match."

FJ: "I don’t even know if Schizm realizes where he is right now!"

(Hangman, realizing that Schizm can’t grab the ropes, nor will it help him, decides to lock the move in tighter and focus there, instead of holding Schizm in place. Schizm begins to slowly walk towards the ropes, dragging the huge Hangman with him. Hangman allows him several steps before the get near the corner. Hangman stops thought, just as Schizm’s arm is out of reach. Schizm then, suddenly, begins to laugh as Hangman chokes him. He coughs out these laughs, barely able to breath. Hangman then kicks out his leg, then another, and another, into the nearby turnbuckle. He literally climbs the turnbuckle, which strengthens Hangman’s grip.)

HS: "What the hell is Schizm doing? He’s just exerting more pressure. He’s going ot pass out soon."

FJ: "Maybe he’s playing mind games?"

(Hangman doesn’t take the bait, though, and simply holds the move in. But it turns out that Schizm’s planned works. He suddenly kicks his leg off the rope, springing him into the air and backward, easily breaking the hold. He flips over Hangman’s head and ends up on Hangman’s shoulders. Schizm gets a cheer as he leans forward for his Fool’s Holiday. But Hangman shoves Schizm up, causing him to fly forward into the turnbuckle. Schizm catches himself on the ropes, avoiding the impact, and begins to laugh. His laughs end quickly, though, because as soon as he turns around, Hangman unleashes a facial claw.)

HS: "HANGMAN HAS THE CLAW IN!"

FJ: "Schizm is holding those ropes tightly!"

(As Frank says, Schizm has gripped the ropes tightly. He’s trying to pull himself down, out of the claw. But Hangman suddenly roars, and he lifts Schizm high into the air, out of the turnbuckle. Schizm tries to climb up the ropes to break free, but Hangman simply climbs with him. As Schizm reaches the top rope, he suddenly unloads with a right straight into Hangman’s temple. He follows with a left elbow. Hangman begins to stagger, but doesn’t release the hold. Schizm continues, and Hangman dazes with each blow. Schizm rears back, as Hangman is just about to fall, for a huge right. But before he can, Hangman suddenly lunges out, locks the claw back in, and instantly turns and falls from the turnbuckle.)

HS: "SOUTHERN COMFORT SLAM! FROM THE TOP ROPE!"

FJ: "WHAT A MOVE! IT’S OVER!"

(As the fans begin a HOLY SHIT! chant, Hangman shakes away the cobwebs and rolls over atop the unconscious Schizm.)

HS: "Here’s the pin…"

FJ: "It’s over…"

(ONE! TWO! THREE! But before the referee can ring the bell, the lights go out. The crowd erupts, but then gets confused. After several moments, the lights still don’t go on.)

HS: "What the hell is going on here?"

FJ: "Hangman just won the match!"

HS: "I don’t think so… the bell didn’t ring! Why are the lights out?"

FJ: "This is crazy."

(Suddenly, the lights flicker back on. The crowd erupts as they see The Southern Gentleman and a chair-wielding Luscious Lori. Snakebite glares at Hangman momentarily, who is standing there, more puzzled than anything.)

HS: "What the hell is Snakebite doing here? Hangman just won the match!"

FJ: "Maybe it’s an early congratulations party?"

(Hangman points down at Schizm, arguing with his brother. The fans wait in anticipation to see what happens. Snakebite doesn’t say anything as Hangman argues, but when Hangman takes a step towards him, The Southern Gentleman doesn't hesitate to perform The Snakebitten and, just as he starts to spin around for the vicious roundhouse kick, Lori throws the chair at The Hangman. He doesn't even get a chance to catch it or put his hands up as The Southern Gentleman times it perfect and slams his foot into the chair, ricocheting it off The Behemoth's face. "Holy Shit!" chants begin to fill the arena as The Hangman is laid out.)

HS: "Snakebite just cost Hangman the win! What the hell is going on?"

FJ: "Apparently, there is still bad blood between the Lone Star Outlaws!"

(Snakebite leaves the ring with a smile on his face, and Lori follows. The fans are confused as to whether or cheer or boo, and there is a long pause of silence as Snakebite leaves the ring and the arena. Inside the ring, Schizm begins to stir, looking up to see Snakebite leave the arena. After a few moments of head clearing, Schizm slowly begins to climb to his feet, using the ropes to pull himself up. He sees Hangman laid out beside him. He then sees the referee. The referee is still allowing the match to continue. Schizm grows wide eyed at this and suddenly charges over the Hangman with a pin.)

HS: "No! It was over! Schizm is going to steal a win!"

FJ: "Not like this…"

(The fans agree, and boo the result as Schizm pins. ONE! TWO! THREE!)

FJ: "Schizm wins!"

HS: "NO! Hangman kicked out!"

FJ: "NO?"

HS: "The match will continue! Hangman kicked out!"

(Schizm is beside himself, but before he can react, the lights go out once more. When the come back on, moments later, both Hangman and Schizm are on their feet. Only they’re surrounded by ten men.)

FJ: "What the hell? Who are these guys?"

HS: "Why… that’s M-Tank… and Curiously Bruce… and over there… Crappy Jack the Pirate!"

FJ: "HARDCORE HARU! And Jimmie the Chair Swinging Retard…"

HS: "And look, Robert Venom, Ocelot, Johnny Justice and… why that’s George Prince!"

FJ: "It’s a menagerie of the best of the worst! What the hell are they doing out here?"

HS: "They have just as much right out here as everyone else!"

(After the crowd realizes what is going down, they wait in silence. Suddenly, all ten men charge Schizm and Hangman, forcing the two to back up together. Back to back, they begin slugging at the affectionately coined jobbers.)

HS: "Look… M-Tank is their leader!"

FJ: "That’s says a lot in its own right… wait… didn’t he die?"

HS: "I think… maybe… I don’t know… no one does."

(Hangman takes out Ocelot with a huge right, sending the small man backwards into George Prince. They clunk heads and both fall to the mat, knocked out. Schizm kicks Robert Venom in the crotch area, doubling him over, and he rolls out of the ring. Crappy Jack, wielding a bottle of JD, swings at Hangman. Hangman catches his arm in the air and Jack nearly wets himself. Hangman, still holding Jack’s arm, uses his free arm to pull the bottle of JD out of his hand. He takes a big swig and then growls at Jack. He releases Jack’s arm, and the Pirate goes hightailing it out of the ring. On Schizm’s side, Curiously Bruce, the gay midget, is batting eyes at him. Schizm picks the midget up off the mat, then suddenly plants a huge kiss on him. Bruce doesn’t expect this, and begins spitting.)

FJ: "Wait, isn’t he gay?"

HS: "I think so."

(Schizm laughs and then tosses Bruce at Johnny Justice. Justice catches him, but Schizm shoves him, and Justice and Bruce go flying out of through the ropes. This leaves M-Tank, Jimmie and Hardcore Haru. M-Tank motions for the three men to encircle the two. M-Tank looks around at the other two, nods, signaling them to wait for his cue. But Jimmie doesn’t wait, and suddenly goes swinging his chair wildly, at the duo. Both men sidestep him and he goes swinging blindly, connecting Haru right in the head. The chair hits Haru in the face and bounces off and hits Jimmie as well. Both men begin staggering about, and then collapse on the mat, rolling out of the ring and onto the tarmac.)

HS: "This is just ridiculous!"

FJ: "Yeah, but its hilarious!"

(Schizm and Hangman then turn to M-Tank, who is wide eyed. The two enemies nod at one another, and the both charge. They connect with a duel clothesline that sends him to the mat. Then Schizm hits the ropes and M-Tank staggers up to his knees. Schizm unloads on M-Tank with a huge Schizzers Kick that sends the jobber bounding around the ring like a fish out of water. Eventually, he rolls out of the ring in pain, and off the apron as Schizm stands in the center of the ring, laughing maniacally. Of course, Schizm doesn’t notice that Hangman is slowly ascending the turnbuckle. Half the crowd tries to warn him, but its too late, because just as he turns around, Hangman folds him in half with a spear.)

HS: "TEXAS PINE BOX SPECIAL!"

FJ: "He may have just broken every rib in Schizm’s body!"

HS: "That was totally brutal!"

(The impact actually sends Schizm backward and into the ropes. He hits the ropes and rolls over them, not on his own accord, and takes a wicked bump face first into the apron. Hangman picks up the bottle of JD and takes another swig, garnering cheers from the fans.)

HS: "Good God! Did you see that fall Schizm took? I don’t know how a man can stand after that?"

FJ: "Schizm isn’t a man… he’s a jester… or a Phoenix…. Or both!"

(With Schizm out, Hangman begins to head towards the coffin he brought out earlier. Limping the entire way, he finally reaches it and Schizm is just beginning to stir.)

HS: "Hangman is going to punish Schizm here. This guy really is a monster!"

FJ: "He could have already own the match! What the hell is going to do here?"

(Hangman stands laughing over the coffin as he douses it the bottle of Jack Daniels. He pulls out a lighter and ignites the coffin. He grabs Schizm by his hair and begins to pull him up, but Garrison counters with shots to the gut. He grabs Hangman by his head and rams it into the steel ring post.)

HS: "Whew! I’m glad no one went through that flaming coffin."

FJ: "Yeah, but the only problem is that it’s still on fire."

HS: "Where’s the fire marshal? He’s supposed to put this out!"

FJ: "Oh, here he comes."

(Schizm goes to whip Hangman into the ringsteps, but Hangman reverses. Schizm, however, hops over the steps and ends up accidentally catching the fire marshal in the face with a high knee.)

FJ: "Well, crap. Now who’s going to put out this coffin?"

(Hangman and Schizm both slide into the ring. Schizm goes for a clothesline, but Hangman knees him in the gut and slaps a facial claw on him. Hangman drags the jester towards the corner and begins making him climb with him. Hangman goes for the Southern Comfort Slam, but Garrison blocks it and applies his own facial claw. Both men stand on the top rope, both trying to crush the other’s skull with their claw. Hangman starts to fade, his knees getting wobbly. Schizm continues to apply pressure. Suddenly, Hangman lashes out with a low blow! Schizm lets go of his claw and Hangman lifts Schizm up and hits a Southern Comfort Slam through the flaming coffin outside the ring!)

HS: "Oh my god! Hangman might very well have killed Paul Garrison!"

(Hangman climbs down from the top rope to the outside. He pulls Schizm from the smoldering wreckage of the coffin and rolls him into the ring. With the last of his strength, Hangman rolls into the ring and on top of Schizm. The referee counts …1 …2 …3!)

HS: "What a war! Hangman wins!"

FJ: "Jeez, both these guys nearly killed each other."

HS: "What a match! I can’t believe some of the things we just saw."

(Hangman rolls out of the ring as "Sleep Now the Fire" by Rage Against the Machine plays. He limps slowly up the ramp. Once he reaches the top, he turns around to look at the EMTs checking on the fallen Schizm in the ring. A sneer curls Hangman’s lips. Hangman now lets out a maniacal laugh of his own as the EMT’s begin to load Schizm onto the stretcher. There is an intense moment as the EMT’s rush Schizm by Hangman. But Hangman merely looks down at him and laughs once more as the camera fades away. We see NHL walking through the hall. Suddenly we see the man in black quickly run up behind him and take a couple of quick shots with the tire iron to NHL's back. We now see the man begin stomping on the back of NHL. Suddenly we see the previously attacked Brian Stevens and Onslaught run into the picture as the man in black flees once again.)

HS: "This is getting out of control."

FJ: "The mask man strikes again taking out yet another Damage Inc. member."

HS: "Let's not forget he took out C-Rock, too."

(We return to last night's banquet at the Atlantic Hotel in Hambug once again. There is a mixed reaction from the fans and wrestlers in attendance as Jeff Christianson steps onto the podium.)

DW: "The AWA has always presented its fans the most violent, most intense, but also the best wrestled rivalries in the sport of pro wrestling. In 2002, the AWA awarded its first-ever Feud of the Year award, and since then, some of the greatest rivalries in AWA history have been awarded with this price."

"Whether it was Mortis Valley vs. The Hangman, Mortis vs. Low or Brian Williams vs. Adam Bawm, all these rivalries made the AWA a lot of money and gave the fans their money's worth. But they also cost these men a lot of blood, sweat and tears... and in one case, even a man's life. The nominees for Feud of the Year 2005 are..."

Brian Williams vs. Low...

Brian Williams vs. Snake...

The Hangman vs. Schizm...

NHL vs. Andreas Lasiewicz...

and NHL vs. Makk Skabb.

And the winners are...

(Christianson opens the envelope.)

DW: "BRIAN WILLIAMS VS. LOW!"

(The crowd applauds both men's sacrifice and dedication to this rivalry, as Low makes his way up to the stage. Christianson and Low exchange quick glances before Low positions himself behind the microphone.)

LOW: "It really is too bad Williams can't be here tonight. We haven't seen him for a few weeks, but one could argue that we haven't seen the real Brian Williams ever since I decided our feud in MY favor."

(Low grins.)

LOW: "And there is nothing for him to be ashamed of, because so many men had to go through that life-altering experience with yours truly. But let me say this - this feud has been the feud of a lifetime even for me. For 18 months I had to live with that doubt, with that question - could I beat Brian Williams? And when I finally erased these doubts from my mind, it was one of the most thrilling days of my career."

"Hell On Earth, Vortex, Springs And Breaks... these three shows altered my career and my life. I'm sure Williams would say something similar. But the very fact I didn't go the route of Zeal, of Adam Bawm and of Jayson Price tells you just how much I fought."

(Low looks at Whisper.)

LOW: "And Whisper... I ain't through yet."

(The Hall of Fame / Awards graphic appears on our screen and we then join Herb Summers on stage.)

HS: "We've just seen the Feud of the Year award, and up next is the Match of the Year award. A lot of what Jeff Christianson said about the AWA feuds applies to the AWA matches as well. For the past six years, the AWA has evolved with the times and has set many trends in the wrestling world. Today, the action inside the ring means more than ever in the AWA, and as a result, careers can be built upon wrestling skills. The quality of wrestling in the AWA has led to our titles being more meaningful than any other company's. If you are a Champion in the AWA, you are one of the very best in this sport."

(Herb gets a round of applause from the crowd.)

HS: "Because of so many great matches within one AWA year, the AWA has decided to expand the nominees for this award. And these nominees are...

Classic, Nightmist vs. Brian Williams, Three Stages of Hell...

Hell-O-Ween, Brian Williams vs. Jayson Price, Graveyard Match...

Wrestlefest VI, Brian Williams vs. Snake, Street Fight...

Hell On Earth, Colin Baird vs. Jack Happy, 30-min. Iron Man Match...

Hell On Earth, Jeff Christianson vs. Brian Williams vs. Low vs. John Williams vs. Bryan Peek vs. Snake, Hell Bowl Chamber...

Vortex, NHL vs. Maxx Skabb, Boiler Room Brawl...

Vortex, Jack Happy vs. BlackJack, Canadian Death Match...

Vortex, Low vs. Brian Williams, Low Rules Match...

Springs And Breaks, Brian Williams vs. Low, Hell in a Cell Match...

Revelations, NHL vs. Brian Stevens, Ladder Match...

Revelations, Atlas Johansson vs. Low...

Revelations, Brian Williams vs. The Hangman vs. Schizm...

King of the Kage, Andreas Lasiewicz vs. Whisper...

and King of the Kage, Whisper vs. Low.

And the winning match is..."

(Herb opens the envelope.)

HS: "HELL ON EARTH, THE HELL BOWL CHAMBER!"

(Another round of applause and cheers go through the banquet hall, showing the appreciation for the six men's efforts in this match. Christianson, John Williams, and Low step onto the stage and accept their awards, before transmission is ended. We fade to the back and we see Jeff Christianson laying in the floor in his black jumpsuit.)

HS: "That damn guy must have attacked him too."

FJ: "Like I said earlier, at least he's not playing sides."

HS: "But someone's going to be dead if one of these four men find out who it is.

FJ: "That could very well be true."

(EMT's arrive on the scene as we fade back to Herb and Frank.)

FJ: "What a wild night. I wonder what happens with the Tag Team title match."

HS: "Let's not forget that Brian Williams has won his second Feud of the Year award in a row, whereas Low's streak stays intact. Since joining the AWA, Low has yet to lose in a Match of the Year award voting. While last year his performance at Hell Bowl wasn't as successful, this year might have been the crowning moment of his career."

FJ: "Well, Low has always had great opponents that carried their load, but there is no doubt that he is an exceptional wrestler."

HS: "Ladies and gentlemen… after what has already been a great night of action and excitement, we’re just about ready to start the match that’s been called the ‘other’ main event of Classic 2005!"

FJ: "By who?"

HS: "Pretty much by any cruiserweight wrestling fan alive… and by many more. Cruiserweight Champion Orlando Ortega defends his title, his honor and his pride tonight as he takes on one of AWA’s most decorated fan favorites, the Fish."

FJ: "By main event, did you mean sleeper match?"

HS: "No, Frank… I mean, this is going to be one amazing contest between two friends who respect each other perhaps more than any two men in this business. It’s matches like these that great rivalries are born from. Perhaps in years to come, we’ll be talking about this match and this feud in the same sentences as Brian Williams and the late Adam Bawm, Crimson Dream and Weston Steel, Low and Mortis Valley, and all the rest!"

FJ: "No way would I ever say Fish and Low in the same sentence, unless I’m talking about how Low screwed Fish when he became the Voyeur. Or when he defeated him for the World Title in L.A."

HS: "Or when Fish defeated Low at Vortex for the World Title?"

FJ: "I know not of what you speak."

HS: "Moron."

FJ: "What?"

HS: "I said more on… more on this match… let’s show some footage that happened backstage just earlier tonight."

FJ: "Oh, ok."

(The AWATron brightens up with the subtitle ‘Earlier Tonight’ on it. We see Orlando Ortega, still wearing street clothes, entering his AWA dressing room, which gets a pop from the crowd. We even hear one young girl scream at the top of her lungs her undying love for OOO. The camera follows Ortega to a locker, which he opens up. Inside the door is a picture of his friend, Lillian Villenueva, a victim of cancer lymphoma. He bows his head in respect for her and lets out a deep sigh. As if a sign from Heaven, the door to his dressing room suddenly gets a knock.)

OOO: "Come in…"

(Orlando’s eyes brighten up instantly as a nurse pushes young Lillian herself inside via a wheel chair.)

OOO: "LILLIAN! I thought you couldn’t come… what… what are you doing here?"

Lillian: "Let’s just say, someone finally made their wish."

(Lillian giggles at herself because she puts up the ‘quote’ bunny ears with her fingers. Orlando instantly leans over and hugs her, being sure not to hit the IV running into her arm.

OOO: "Well, Lillian… I have to get ready for my match, but I’m glad you stopped by. We’ll catch up after the show… you hang around the back and meet the wrestlers, ok?"

Lillian: "Gotya… I just came by to wish you luck."

OOO: "Thank you… now my mind is cleared! I’m gonna keep this baby for a bit longer, just for you, Lillian."

Lillian: "Oh, Landy, you know I don’t care if you win or lose. Just be careful… and have fun…"

OOO: "Thanks… I really needed ot hear that."

(Orlando smiles to himself as Lillian is rolled out of the room by her nurse.)

HS: "Lucky for Ortega, his young friend was able to make it tonight. She’s such a brave, strong girl."

FJ: "It’s always nice to see a child smile."

HS: "Oh, Frank… you do have a heart."

FJ: "Yeah, but keep that on the downlow."

HS: "Uh… ok… G."

(The AWATron fades back to its normal view, but only for a moment, as the screen fills with Orange.)

HS: "Hey, what is this?"

FJ: "I guess it’s a new entrance…"

(Frank guesses right, as a remix of ‘Smooth’ by Rob Thomas and Carlos Santana hits the P.A. The remix features a more Latin sound, with cornets and tarampas in the background, among other things. Orlando emerges from the back, not wearing his traditional attire, but rather, and most noticeably, a white leather cowboy hat. He is also wearing black long tights with orange lettering going down the side that reads ‘Outrageous One’. On the seat, in white letters with orange trim, is ‘OOO’ in large, bold lettering. Ortega is shirtless, which gets a rise out of the crowd.)

HS: "Well, Orlando has a new look tonight. And he’s pumped up!"

FJ: "He’s a Mexican cowboy, now?"

HS: "He’s Colombian… and Colombia has a strong Western culture. Not to mention he currently resides in San Antonio, Texas, Frank."

FJ: "So? Next thing we know, he’ll be singing Achy Breaky Hart and playing a harmonica."

(Ortega, with his Cruiserweight Title draped over his shoulder, gives high fives to the fans on his way down. His body is doused with water and sweat, and he looks ready to go. When he makes the ring, he hops up onto the apron, as he traditionally does. He takes off his hat, twirls it around for a moment, and then flings it to some lucky fan in the audience. He then rolls backward, with his title in hand, into the ring, catching himself on the second rope, as he has been customarily doing lately. He raises his title high in the air as thousands of flashbulbs go off, igniting the AOL Arena. He does this for each side of the ring, and the fans go equally nuts each time.)

HS: "Ortega looks ready for this match, but you have to know he has butterflies in his stomach."

FJ: "That or some burritos… maybe some tacos."

HS: "FRANK!"

(Ortega hands his title to the referee, obliging his request, and skips on his toes, waiting for his opponent. The entire arena quiets, anticipating the emergence of the Fish.)

(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 crowd buzzes in anticipation of one of the most popular wrestlers in AWA history, then "Trendy" by Reel Big Fish hits and the lights flash back on as water shoots from the stage the crowd explodes with one of the loudest ovations you'll hear and wrestling for an entrance as The Fish dead sprints to the ring, slapping every hand on one side of the aisle way before sliding into the ring.)

HS: "It’s been billed as the classic at Classic and it certainly could turn out to be just that."

FJ: "It’s not Low and Whisper, but we’ll see what happens."

(The atmosphere in the AOL Arena is unbelievable; the excited buzz from the crowd quickly turns into dueling chants. "Let’s Go Fish" "OOO" Let’s Go Fish" "OOO". Fish is standing in the corner with his arms resting on the top rope looking calm as he stretches out a little and keeps his eyes glued on OOO. OOO is on the opposite side of the ring and he is bouncing around a little more then Fish but he too has his eyes dead set on his opponent. The bell rings and the two men immediately walk to the middle of the ring and exchange a handshake then back off and begin to circle as every pair of eyes in the crowd watches on.)

HS: "Here we go!"

(The two men continue to circle before OOO shoots in for a take down. Fish side steps and continues to circle and then makes a sudden lunge at OOO’s feet, who quickly side steps as well. Fish gets back to his feet as OOO gives him a somewhat arrogant look. The two men now move in slowly with their hands out stretched, both looking for a Greco-Roman knuckle lock. They grab each others hands but Fish quickly drops down and takes down OOO who immediately rolls out of the predicament and takes a dominant position on top of The Fish. Fish however rolls out too and the both get back to their feet as the crowd applauds respectfully.)

HS: "Both men cautious here early on knowing that one mistake could lead to their downfall with the caliber of athlete they are facing."

FJ: "Aren’t these guys supposed to do flips?"

HS: "These men are complete wrestlers and can excel in many fighting styles."

FJ: "Whatever."

(OOO and Fish tie up and begin to jockey for position, but Fish grabs a hold of the ropes and the ref starts to count, forcing a clean break from OOO. Fish goes in and ties up with OOO again and this time OOO struggles his way over to the ropes. Fish breaks on three and throws his arms up signifying the clean break. OOO comes out of the ropes and looks for another tie up but Fish side steps and locks on a side headlock all in one fluent motion. Fish wrenches in the hold and goes down to a knee momentarily. OOO quickly powers back to his feet, though, and runs to the ropes, pushing Fish off. Fish hits the opposite ropes and then is nailed by a shoulder block by OOO. Fish, however, rolls back to his feet and grabs another side headlock. This time he takes OOO down to the mat with a headlock take over and keeps the hold locked in. Fish throws a palm strike to the bridge of OOO’s nose and OOO fires back with a chop to Fish’s chest from underneath that echoes throughout the arena. Fish hits two more palm strikes in succession and OOO fires back with three loud chops. OOO now tries to kick up out of the hold but Fish sees it coming and shifts all his weight to the floor so that OOO’s body jolts but he doesn’t go anywhere. Fish shakes his head as if to say "Not today". OOO goes for the kick up again and again Fish shifts his weight forcing OOO to flutter and do little more. OOO then kicks his legs out, swiveling his hips in a circular motion, causing his own momentum to pull Fish up off the mat. Once both men are up, OOO tosses Fish over with a vertical suplex. Fish clutches his neck with his right hand and scoots on his butt into the corner as OOO is content to wait for him in the middle of the ring.)

HS: "Beautiful counter by Ortega there and that’s the first real high impact move we’ve seen so far."

(Fish gets up rolling his shoulders and makes his way back to the grinning Ortega. Fish out stretches his arms and grabs a Greco-Roman knuckle lock. The two men crash together in this traditional test of strength. Fish begins to get the advantage as OOO bridges back trying to fight back up. However, Fish is able to push him all the way down so that OOO’s head and neck are on the mat.)

FJ: "I think that is the first time Fish has ever won a test of strength."

HS: "You may be right Frank, Fish does have fifteen pounds on OOO and that may be playing a part in Fish’s offense tonight."

(Fish with the knuckle lock still applied jumps into the air and comes down knees first across the mid section of OOO trying to break down his bridge. OOO doesn’t budge which awes the crowd and surprises Fish. Fish tries again with the same result. Fish stands above OOO, somewhat frustrated, and makes a motion as if to jump. OOO instinctively braces himself but instead Fish sweeps out the legs of OOO and falls right into a cover.)

ONE!

(Fish manages only a quick one count before OOO rolls back to his feet and jumps over Fish, who is on all fours, applying an Oklahoma roll. Fish rolls out of it just as fast as OOO could pin him and the fans cheer the quick exchange.)

HS: "Lightning quick reversals there shown by these two men."

FJ: "And some quick pinning."

(Back on their feet, Fish and Ortega lock up again and this time OOO picks an ankle and takes down Fish. Fish, however, puts on a mixed martial arts style guard wrapping his legs around OOO with a triangle lock. This throws OOO off for a moment; just long enough for Fish to transition into an armbar.)

HS: "Wow, that’s a jujitsu style reversal by Fish. He really has been training in mixed martial arts.

FJ: "This isn’t the Octagon! I want to see wrestling… actually… I WANT TO SEE BLOOD!"

(The fans cheer the hold and OOO is able to regain his footing with Fish still holding onto the arm, but this isn’t MMA this is pro wrestling and Fish shoulders are on the mat, which OOO and the ref soon realize.)

ONE!

TWO!

Kickout!

(Fish rolls back to release the hold, but as soon as he does he climbs back to his feet and in an instant, he has OOO in a full nelson. Fish quickly and methodically converts the full Nelson into an arm and neck triangle stretch, bringing OOO down into a seated position.)

HS: "Unlike the arm bar, which is designed to submit an opponent, this hold is more to just wear down your opponent, which is better for Orlando but still not where he wants to be."

FJ: "I don’t blame him!"

(Fish continues to work the hold, throwing a shot to OOO’s ribs occasionally for good measure. After a while, OOO forces himself to roll over and touch a foot in the ropes forcing a break. Fish breaks clean and lets OOO get to his feet, approaching OOO slowly looking for another tie up. But OOO catches him off guard with a side kick right to the kidney. Fish crouches down as we hear the wind leave his body. OOO wastes little time before he starts throwing lucha style chops Fish’s way. Fish is reeling, then, out of nowhere he throws a big right elbow that drops the Colombian. OOO kips up fast and as he does, Fish goes for a giant flying knee, which OOO just narrowly avoids. Ortega shoves Fish hard from behind and he tumbles out of the ring and he pulls himself up by the railing facing the crowd. The crowd roars and flash bulbs begin to pop as OOO looks around taking in the atmosphere then runs into the far ropes and is just about to dive when suddenly Fish turns around seeing what is coming, he dashes away. OOO flips over the ropes landing on the apron and the crowd groans. Fish takes a short walk and OOO gets back in the ring, when he does Fish rolls back in.)

FJ: "What was that? He was going to do a flip!"

HS: "Hey that was good defense by Fish."

(Back in the ring OOO looks ready to throw as he wants his receipt for that elbow that Fish landed. Fish sees this and when OOO throws a wild right hand Fish shoots in and takes OOO back down to the mat. Fish figure fours OOO’s legs and then reaches down and grabs a double underhook and sits back applying pressure all over Ortega’s body. The ref is asking OOO if he wants to quit and OOO is shaking his finger in the air saying no. After a considerable amount of time in the very painful looking hold OOO manages to power out of the double underhook, but his legs stay trapped. OOO lays back and Fish goes for a big punch but OOO twists tripping Fish and sending him throat first across the bottom rope. Fish is slow to his feet and OOO is waiting for him when he gets there. Ortega charges in and clotheslines Fish over the ropes out to the floor. OOO again looks to fly and the crowd again gets behind the aspect of the death defying move. OOO runs to the far ropes springs to the top rope and . . . Fish rolls back into the ring, OOO has no choice but to spring back into the ring with a back flip and stand across the ring from Fish one more time.)

FJ: "What the hell this is really getting old."

HS: "You can’t blame Fish for not wanting to stand there and take a devastating move."

FJ: "Yes I can, and I do."

(This time, however, he walks right up to Fish and starts shouting at him, Fish shouts right back and now the crowd is getting into an uproar as the intensity level raises. OOO points at the ropes and Fish nods then they both dead sprint to opposing ropes. OOO comes at Fish with a huge lariat but Fish rolls under it. They hit the ropes again and this time Fish goes for a roaring elbow that OOO dodges. The Champion grabs a hold of Fish’s arm and spins around the back of him and throws Fish with a head scissors takedown. Fish amazingly lands on his feet with a reaction from the crowd, and the reaction is even louder when they realize that OOO, too, somehow landed on his feet.)

HS: "I’ve never, in all my years of wrestling, seen anything like that before!"

FJ: "They’re like little monkeys."

(Neither man hesitates as they charge opposite ropes. OOO stops dead in his tracks and goes for a tilt-a-whirl back breaker but Fish reverses it into an arm drag. OOO rolls back to his feet with his back against the ropes, out of the move. Fish charges and puts his head in-between OOO’s legs then flips himself up to his shoulders looking for a hurricanrana, but OOO throws him off backwards and he flips to the floor crashing into the guard rail.)

HS: "HOLY COW! He just went right into the guardrail!"

FJ: "That looked painful."

HS: "This may be the break OOO needs."

(This time the fans lose their minds without OOO having to make any kind of motion because they have an idea of what is coming next. OOO wastes zero time as he hits the far ropes and runs full speed and executes a picture perfect Tornillo plancha crashing into Fish. The AOL Arena explodes and soon therefore after a chant of "A DUB A! A DUB A! A DUB A!" rocks Hamburg.)

FJ: "There it was, FLIP, FLIP!"

HS: "What an exchange, the AOL Arena is in a frenzy!"

(OOO kicks up back to his feet and throws his arms down to the side yelling "Come on" and the "OOO" chant starts, and last for a moment, but then the "Lets Go Fish" chant is back again rivaling. OOO picks Fish up by the mask and rolls him back in under the bottom rope. OOO climbs to the apron and sees Fish still down on the mat. OOO springs off the ropes and comes with a huge falling splash attempt; however, Fish was playing possum as he rolls back to his feet as soon as OOO gets airborne. OOO rolls through the splash, which is quite a feat in itself, before charging back at Fish who is also headed towards his opponent. OOO goes for a quick monkey flip that Fish cartwheels out if. OOO comes back and goes for a hurricanrana but Fish pushes him off his shoulders back to his feet then quickly takes him over with a judo style hip toss and locks in a side headlock.)

HS: "Fish seems content to keep the match on the mat at this point."

FJ: "He could be conserving his energy for later on in the match up when he would pull out his bigger moves."

HS: "Frank?"

FJ: "Yeah?"

HS: "Oh, nothing… I wasn’t sure it was you."

(OOO kicks his legs up looking for a head scissors, but Fish swats his feet away and locks the hold in tighter. OOO grimaces and then throws a stiff knee to the back of Fish’s head and then almost immediately follows up by locking in the head scissors. Fish tries to maneuver out but OOO locks it in deep; Fish keeps flailing trying to reverse the pressure, but OOO doesn’t budge. He starts to scoot towards the ropes and seeing that Fish is getting close OOO rolls to a standing position so that Fish’s head is between his legs. Fish pushes off of OOO’s thighs hard and frees his head then immediately does a vertical leap to OOO’s shoulders and goes for a hurricanrana. OOO pushes him off, though, just as Fish had prior, flipping Fish back to his feet. OOO then takes him over with an arm drag that he keeps locked in.)

HS: "I think OOO may have let Fish out of that leg scissors knowing that Fish would go for that hurricanrana, these guys have to be thinking five or six moves ahead in their heads right now, both these men have scouted each other so well."

FJ: "Are you saying OOO is psychic?"

HS: "No, Frank, I’m saying that he knows Fish so well, and Fish knows him so well, that they can predict what each other is going to do."

FJ: "…?"

HS:

(sighing) "Yes, Frank, they’re both psychic."

FJ: "Well, then how come Fish didn’t see that coming?"

(OOO keeps the hold locked in and wrenches back on the arm. Fish becomes tired of this and throws a big kick to OOO’s head. Ortega manages to block with one hand and the kick has less of an effect. Fish then throws another and another and another OOO has his hand up but they’re getting through. One more does the trick as OOO slumps over releasing the hold. Fish rolls back to his feet in a neutral corner as OOO uses the ropes to get back to his feet. The camera gets a close up on his face and we see a good size lump forming were Fish was kicking. We cut back over to a full body shot of Fish who is standing in his kick boxing position and looks ready to throw. OOO cracks his neck in the corner and puts his hands up as well.)

HS: "Fish has been training in Muay Thai Kick Boxing, this situation might not fair well for Ortega."

FJ: "Who cares, we’re about to see some fists fly. At least SOMETHING is flying."

HS: "These men are ready to brawl now. This match has just turned up a notch on the intensity scaled."

(The two men come to the center circling. Then Fish explodes throwing a wild right hand that OOO dodges backing up, and then a left that OOO again dodges by backing up. Fish goes for a back hand blow with the left which OOO avoids as well. The two men are moving lightening fast, and Fish nods in respect at Ortega, who retort the same. The show of respect over, Fish goes for a sipping leg sweep, however, OOO jumps over it. Fish gets back to his feet and goes for another back hand blow that is again dodged. Fish then looks for a big front Ax kick that OOO moves to the left of. Fish’s foot comes down on the top turnbuckle as OOO rolls back to the middle. Fish turns around and runs going for a spinning flying back kick that OOO bridges backward with agility, out of harm’s way. Fish sees OOO on the ground and goes for a huge stomp that would have put a hole in his stomach but OOO rolls left. Fish goes for another and he rolls right narrowly avoiding the impact, a second time. OOO is now laying in-between Fish’s legs and he kicks Fish’s butt sending him into the corner, which gets a laugh from the crowd. OOO rolls back to his feet in the opposite corner. The entire exchange took around ten seconds. The crowd erupts for something the likes of which they haven’t seen in the AWA.)

FJ: "What the hell!"

HS: "Talk about nice reversals, OOO just had about a hundred in the last five seconds! That looked like something out of The Matrix, Unbelievable!"

(Fish looks frustrated by the last exchange and his inability to hit even one move and this causes him to charge forward rather recklessly. He goes for a clothesline but OOO dodges under and when Fish turns around OOO whips him into the ropes. OOO goes for a hip toss but Fish lands on his feet and then jumps right to the middle rope and comes back looking for a cross body but OOO drops down to a knee, pulling Fish comes down ribs first right on his knee. OOO quickly transitions the hurting Fish to a reverse atomic drop. As Fish tries to walk it off, OOO grabs him and jumps up to his shoulders hitting a reverse hurricanrana that drops Fish like an exclamation point right on the top of his head! Fish’s momentum takes him back to his feet where his knees wobble and give out as he falls back with his leg bent the wrong way.)

FJ: "Oh my God OOO just knocked Fish out cold!"

HS: "Cover, Cover!"

(OOO scrambles over to Fish with half the arena cheering like crazy and the other half looking concerned. OOO hooks both of Fish’s legs and leans on his back with a smile on his face. 1 . . . 2 . . . Fish’s arm explodes straight into the air and OOO grabs his head with a look of utter shock on his face, he can’t believe it. He quickly brings Fish to his feet however and throws three stiff forearms right into Fish face and runs towards the ropes. Fish is able to cut him off on the return with a huge rolling front kick out of nowhere. Fish jumps to the tope rope and springboards off hitting a huge twisting lionsault, the Fishsault. Fish then runs backwards into the other ropes and hits a standing shooting star press, the Coral Crush, and goes for the cover 1 . . . 2 . . . OOO kicks out with just as much passion as Fish had before.)

HS: "For the first time in the match Fish is pushing the pace."

FJ: ‘It’s about time."

(Fish picks up OOO and throws a European uppercut that rocks OOO. Fish runs to the ropes with OOO still standing in the middle of the ring. Fish charges at OOO but when he gets there he is taken down with a hurricanrana out of nowhere. OOO is back to his feet quickly and seeing the downed Fish goes out to the apron and waits for a springboard move. Fish gets up with his back to OOO and he turns around with OOO flying at him going for a forearm smash, possibly, but we’ll never know because Fish catches him in midair with a hurricanrana! OOO is sent all the way to the other side of the ring and ends up seated on the middle rope with his arms on the top rope.)

FJ: "Whoa!"

HS: "What a counter, and Fish isn’t done."

(Fish sees OOO still sitting in the ropes dazed and runs and hits a missile dropkick that sends OOO hard out to the floor where he lands high and tight on the back of his neck and head. The crowd begins to roar as Fish makes a motion for a suicide dive and as OOO reaches his feet Fish charges and dives in-between the middle and BOTTOM rope with a suicide dive elbow and hits OOO straight in face like a rocket, OOO slides across the floor all the way into the announce table. The crowd erupts. Fish kicks up just as OOO had before and does a gill salute to the elation of the crowd. Fish picks OOO up and OOO hits him with a hard chop, then another and another he tries to send Fish into the guard rail but OOO reverses and OOO is now heading towards the railing but he jumps clear over it landing in the crowd. Fish is stunned for a moment then charges in after him but OOO jumps up to the rail catches his balance jumps off and hits a big flying forearm that drops Fish, OOO falls hard too and both men lay catching their breathes as the crowd chants for both of them loudly.)

HS: "My God! The carnage!"

FJ: "These guys are out of control!"

(The Ref is administering the ten count. 1 . . . 2 . . . 3 . . . 4 . . . 5 . . . OOO pulls Fish to his feet by the mask and shoves him under the bottom rope. OOO goes for a cover 1 . . . 2 . . . Fish kicks out. OOO pulls Fish to his feet quickly kicks him in the gut, knees him in the head then whips him into the ropes. Fish didn’t like that Fish comes back and nails OOO with an elbow right on the jaw. OOO shakes it off and cracks Fish with an elbow of his own. Fish kicks OOO in the side hard. OOO slaps him in the face. The announcers are completely silent as we listen to each blow’s impact. Fish kicks him again. Another slap by OOO that rocks Fish. Fish elbow. OOO elbow. Fish elbow. OOO elbow. Fish elbow. OOO elbow. Fish kicks to the body. This time so does OOO. Kick Fish. Kick OOO. Kick Fish. Kick OOO. Now they kick at the same time and their shins slam together, both men grab for their shins and hop around, again drawing laughs from the crowd. Both men now go face to face with a stare down as the crowd erupts for this intense action. They both grab their opponent’s head with one hand now and start throwing rapid fire elbows with the other. The probably land about ten each before they both push off slumping down in pain. OOO is visibly beaten up and we can only imagine what Fish looks like under the mask. Fish now lets out a guttural scream and with all his might throws a viscous roaring elbow that makes OOO do the knock out dance before he falls down in-between Fish’s legs. Fish stands there for a moment over his fallen opponent then falls on top of him and the crowd counts along.)

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

HS: "Wait!"

(OOO’s foot is on the rope the crowd moans "OWWWW" Fish falls backwards, he can’t believe it.)

HS: "Oh I thought that was it, did you see OOO I think both these men have came back from being knocked unconscious in this bout!

FJ: "What the hell those guys hit hard, I thought they were friends!"

HS: "Competitive friends, VERY competitive!"

(Fish knows he has to follow up while he has the chance. He pulls OOO out from the ropes and mounts the top rope. Then out of nowhere OOO springs to life dead sprints up the ropes comes up to Fish and takes him down with a super hurricanrana! He scrambles for the cover 1 . . . 2 . . . Fish kicks out at the last second. OOO is getting another wind here as he picks up Fish, Fish throws a palm strike that evokes an "OHHHH" from the crowd then locks up with OOO in an incredibly intense lock up. They push each other back and forth and go all around the ring rolling on the ropes an the Ref isn’t even calling for a break but rather letting it go. Fish trips but holds on to OOO so they both fall and then roll on the mat out of the ring still locked up! Finally Fish musters up all the strength he has and throws OOO hard into the guard rail. OOO holds his back on the floor as Fish looks around and the crowd begins to go nuts as Fish makes his way back towards the ring.)

HS: "Perhaps Fish is about to make good on his promise."

FJ: "Double back flip!"

(Fish mounts the ropes with his back to OOO but with his neck turned watching him the crowd chants "Fish, Fish, Fish" as the Fish waits patiently for OOO to reach his feet. But OOO seems to be thinking on the floor because as soon as he reaches his feet he charges at Fish not giving him anytime to jump. The crowd boo’s as Fish starts to climb down on the other side of the turnbuckle, but Fish doesn’t reach the mat because while He is on the outside of the middle rope OOO runs up the turnbuckle on the other side and nails Fish with a huge dropkick. Fish flies backwards off the ring and lands hard on the outside sliding for a good five feet OOO lands hard inside the ring but nothing like the bump Fish just took the crowd losses it. "Holy Shit" "Holy Shit" "Holy Shit".)

HS: "Holy shit."

FJ: "SOMBODY GET A BODY BAG, THE FISH IS DEAD!"

(1 . . . 2 . . . 3 . . . 4 . . . 5 . . . 6 . . . 7 OOO gets up and looks a little shocked when he sees Fish still laying motionless on the outside. He goes towards him and the ref tells him to go back to his corner and starts the count back up. 1 . . . 2 . . . 3 . . . 4 . . . Fish is now back to his feet but he doesn’t look too good as he holds his rib section and stumbles about. OOO waits for Fish to turn around, which he eventually does, and springboards off the tope rope does a 360 in midair and then comes down facing the Fish and arm drags him all in one motion he again sends the Fish flying.)

HS: "Wow, I’ve never seen that move before."

FJ: "You don’t get out much do you?"

HS: "Have you ever seen anything like that? Or like this match?"

FJ: "Well… no… but."

(OOO looks confident now as he approaches Fish who is back to his feet amazingly. OOO goes for a clothesline but Fish ducks catches OOO and dumps him right on his head with a back suplex on the floor. OOO grabs his neck and screams in pain. Fish gets back to his feet and falls right back down. He then gets up again with the help of the ring apron and points to the tope turnbuckle the crowd goes crazy as Fish hunches back over grabbing his ribs.)

HS: "No, not now, there’s no way."

(Fish climbs to the top turnbuckle with the noise level reaching it’s peak of the night. Fish is hunched over, looking back at OOO. OOO reaches his feet holding his neck and not even looking up as he turns around. Fish straightens out bounces off the ropes tucks in mid air back flips once and then another rotation as he crashes down onto OOO who didn’t block at all and lands in a heap. Fish lands safely on top of him and after only a few sort moments raises back to his feet and walks over to the guardrail where he puts one leg on top of it and one arm in the air as fans rush down to pat his back and the AOL Arena erupts with chants of "FISH!, FISH!, FISH!" Herb Summers screams over the noise.)

HS: "IN CASE YOU WERE WONDERING. . . THE FISH IS BACK!"

FJ: "What was that?"

HS: "That was the double moonsault Fish promised to hit tonight! That is the move that put him out of commission with a broken neck!"

FJ: "Ortega is out!"

HS: "I can’t believe he even went for that extremely high risk maneuver!"

FJ: "It payed off this time!"

(Fish hits his feet quickly, totally pumped up, and he salutes the crowd. They retort with huge cheers as Fish pulls Orlando to this feet.)

HS: "What… I can’t believe this! FISH IS CALLING FOR HIS OLD FINISHER!"

FJ: "Deep Sea Driver!"

HS: "These fans are going nuts!"

(Fish lifts Orlando with ease, who is still reeling from the moonsault. In only a matter of moments, Orlando is laying out cold after the DSD. The fans erupt louder than ever sensing the easy victory at hand for the Fish. Fish, exhausted himself, lays on top of OOO for the cover.)

HS: "HE NAILED THE DSD AND HERE’S A COVER! It’s all over for Ortega!"

FJ: "New Cruiserweight Champion…"

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

HS: "It’s over!"

FJ: "NO! The ref is saying OOO kicked out at the last possible moment!"

HS: "HE KICKED OUT! NO WAY!"

FJ: "This is insane."

(Fish, along with the fans, can’t believe what they just witnessed. Orlando still lays on the mat gasping for breath as Fish glares at there referee, sure it was a full three count. Fish doesn’t waste much time though, and goes for another quick cover, this time hooking OOO’s leg.)

ONE!

TWO!

TH – Kickout.

FJ: "How in the hell is Orlando still kicking?"

HS: "Both of these competitors seriously want this win! I’m sure they’re not going to give up, no matter what."

(Fish, breathing heavily himself, pulls Ortega off the mat, slowly. The Super-hero whips the Cruiserweight Champion into the opposite ropes and aims a desperation clothesline at him on the rebound. Ortega ducks the move and wheels around to anticipate the Fish’s move. Fish, though, hops up onto the second rope and saults backward. He attempts to drop from the air into a reverse DDT on Ortega, but the Cruiserweight Champion charges forward and hits the second rope himself.)

HS: "Whoa… check this out."

(Ortega leaps even higher into the air than the Fish did and lands right behind him, catching Fish in a falling reverse DDT in one fluid motion.)

HS: "MORTAL DDT!"

FJ: "Impressive counter. Man, I don’t like either of these guys that much, but I have to admit, they’re letting one another have it."

HS: "There’s more than just the Cruiserweight Title on the line here tonight, Frank, at the grandest stage of them all!"

FJ: "THE FANS HERE IN HAMBURG LOVE THIS!"

(Ortega lays backward from exhaustion as Fish lays down, stunned. It takes a few moments before both men begin to stir back to their feet. Ortega hits his feet first and immediately whips Fish into the corner. But Fish counters and it ends up being Ortega slamming hard back first into the nearest turnbuckle. Fish charges after him and leaps blindly into the air.)

HS: "HELIO WAVE!"

FJ: "This is going to hurt…"

(SMACK! The fans let out a gasp as Fish crumples into the corner, landing head first on the mat. Ortega looks around at the crowd, from atop the turnbuckle, with a wide eyed expression. Some fans cheer and Ortega smiles at them saying ‘That was a close one.’)

FJ: "Told you it was going to hurt."

HS: "Ortega hopped up onto the turnbuckle at the last moment. And Fish just put a lot of pressure on his injured neck. I hope he’s ok!"

(OOO looks down at Fish concerned for a moment, but continues his assault when he sees Fish moving on the mat. He pulls Fish up by his mask, Fish’s back now to the turnbuckle, and immediately unloads with a hard lucha chop that echoes through the entire arena. Ortega then shoves Fish hard into the turnbuckle. Fish, though, reacts quickly and grabs OOO and reverses their position. Now Fish unloads with a chop of his own. Ortega, after some severe wincing, unleashes at Fish with another chop. Fish chops back as the fans are getting into it. OOO chops. WHOO! Fish chops. WHOO! Ortega chops! WHOO! The challenger… WHOO! By this point, both men are in the center of the ring, still exchanging chops. WHOO! WHOO! WHOO! The last one to Ortega drops him to a knee and Fish quickly takes advantage by leaping over the Cruiserweight Champion and pulling him forward by his shoulders, rolling the entire move into a pin.)

HS: "Quick pin!"

ONE!

TWO!

(Ortega rolls forward, though, and then turns, countering the pin with a rana of his own.)

FJ: "ANOTHER PIN!"

ONE!

TWO!

(Fish bridges over and now, again, its Ortega being pinned.)

ONE!

TWO!

(The Cruiserweight Champion locks his legs around Fish’s waist and rolls to the side, pulling Fish down as he does into a triangle lock pin.)

ONE!

TWO!

(Fish, with his Muay Thai experience, breaks the Triangle lock with a knee lock of his own, and immediately when Ortega releases, he lunges forward and then bridges over again with a single leg vertical pin.)

ONE!

TWO!

(Ortega kicks out this time, rather than countering, and both men lay on the mat for a moment as the fans give them the respect due.)

HS: "BRILLIANT EXCHANGE FROM BOTH MEN THERE! That was intense!"

FJ: "My heart is beating a hundred miles an hour…"

HS: "Mine too."

FJ: "Do you need a doctor, Herb? Wouldn’t want something bad to happen to you."

HS: "I’m not that old, Frank!"

(Both men begin to stumble to their feet, slowly, and meet one another face to face like the match just began. Upon seeing one another, they both grow wide eyed and unload with right hands. Neither man gains any advantage, but continue to trade weakened chops. Sweat is flying off both men with each blow, and neither man can manage to muster any strength behind their swings. It’s Fish who diverts from the pattern first, swinging with a left. This catches OOO off guard, causing him to stumble backward. Fish then kicks Ortega in the stomach, doubling him over. Fish raises one arm as he locks a front face lock in on Ortega. In an instant, he pulls back and slams Ortega head first hard into the mat.)

HS: "What a DDT!"

FJ: "He definitely put an exclamation point on that one. Ortega is out cold… AGAIN!"

HS: "This match is completely back and forth! Just when one man gains an advantage, the other turns the tide just as quickly."

FJ: "And we’ve just reached the thirty minute mark in this match. The way this thing is going, it could very well rival the Iron Man Match later on tonight!"

HS: "Something tells me this is far from over."

(Fish doesn’t go for a pin, but rather grabs Orlando’s leg and steps over it. He twists and then doubles OOO’s leg over itself. Ortega whelps out in pain and Fish twists all the way through. Now back to his starting position, he executes the move again. He twists in the STF about five times before Orlando can’t take it anymore and kicks Fish off with his other leg. Fish bounces back against the ropes, on his own free will, and leaps into the air from the mat. After two twists and a 540 degree back flip, he lands with his back across Ortega’s chest.)

FJ: "Nice move…"

HS: "Fish calls that aerial maneuver Ode to Evans after the popular Cruiserweight legend from wrestling lore."

FJ: "He should call it Ode to Ortega!"

(The fans cheer loudly at the high flying move and Fish rolls to his feet from the momentum with his arms wide, enjoying the ovation. There’s method to his madness, though, because after he takes about three steps, he leaps backward and lands a standing moonsault across Ortega’s chest, continuing with his aerial ground assault. This time he lies across Ortega, falling into a quick pin attempt.)

ONE!

TWO!

(Ortega kicks out easily and Fish gets up with a smile.)

HS: "I suppose you can’t blame him for trying."

FJ: "I can, and I will."

HS: "Déjà vu."

(Fish pulls Ortega to his feet, but is caught completely off guard by a thumb to his eye from the Cruiserweight Champ. Fish staggers backward and Orlando simply charges at him and takes him down with a shoulder tackle. Ortega instantly hits his feet and rolls over Fish with a standing senton. He continues his momentum up to his feet and lands his Guillotina, a leg drop across Fish’s throat. Ortega then wastes little time, sitting across Fish’s back and applying a camel clutch. Fish instantly powers forward though, and grabs the ropes forcing a clean break from the Champion. Orlando is getting upset, though, and he pulls Fish back into the center of the ring by his ankle, then pulls Fish’s leg into the air and slams his knee hard onto the mat.)

HS: "Ortega is keeping the Fish grounded now. Thus far he’s been unable to use this tactic, and the lucha libre style, but I think now he’s gaining the upper hand."

FJ: "I liked it better when they were flipping."

(Ortega methodically goes right at Fish, sitting on his opponent’s back and locking in a full Nelson hold.)

HS: "Fish seems to be going for a sugar lock of some kind here… oh wait… no, what’s he doing?"

FJ: "This is interesting…"

(Ortega suddenly displays and uncharacteristic display of strength and he pulls Fish up off the mat with the full Nelson still locked in. Fish has to hold himself up with his legs, wrapping them around Ortega’s waist, protecting his neck in the process. Ortega doesn’t allow this for long, though, and quickly plants Fish face first into the canvas. The fans let out a gasp as the high impact move.)

HS: "Oh, Ortega calls that the Cristo Connection. What a powerful maneuver…"

FJ: "Now Fish is the one out cold!"

(Ortega rolls Fish up for the pin as the fans look on with awed silence.)

ONE!

TWO!

THR- Fish kicks out.

(Ortega slaps the mat in frustration, now losing his cool. He smacks the back of his head yelling out to himself to focus. Orlando diverts his attention back to the Fish and begins to pull him up to his feet. Fish reacts with an elbow, followed by a knee, another elbow, a forearm, landing a vicious series of Muay Thai strikes. The fans begin to rally behind the Fish as he backs Ortega into the ropes. The Cruiserweight Champion finally manages to get a block up and then shoves Fish back, following quickly with a dropsault, dropping him to the mat. Ortega hits his feet and leans back against the ropes, using them for recoil. He charges forward at the downed Fish, but falls right into the former World Champion’s trap, as Fish kips up off the mat and his legs land right onto Ortega’s shoulders. Soon, Ortega is on his back from a quick hurricanrana.)

HS: "WHAT AN AMAZING DISPLAY OF ATHELTICSM BY THE FISH! That was an amazing counter!"

FJ: "Maybe the Fish really can fly? How the hell did he do that?"

(Ortega seems to be wondering the same, looking around the ring from a seated position, dazed. The fans are roaring now from the more than impressive maneuver. Fish is pumped up now and he stalks Ortega, waiting for him to get to his feet. Ortega eventually obliges as the fans hold their breath in anticipation. Orlando, however, from one knee, suddenly lunges out with a clothesline at the Fish. Fish manages to duck, and rolls around behind Ortega. The Champ instinctively unloads with a back elbow on the Fish and rolls around behind the Fish himself. Fish rolls forward, grabbing OOO by the ankle as he does and brings him with him. But Ortega rolls through also, and like a whirling dervish, both men make somewhat of a ball and begin rolling around the ring, each countering the other’s move. The fans get a good laugh out of this exchange before it finally ends up being Orlando behind the Fish. Ortega quickly goes for a reverse DDT, but before he can hit the move, the Fish suddenly leaps off the mat, forcing Ortega to lift him up. Fish quickly falls behind OOO and without a moment’s hesitation, slams Ortega backward with a Millennium suplex that looks as if Orlando landed right on his head.)

HS: "WHAT A SUPLEX! Ortega could be seriously injured though!"

FJ: "Either way, he’s out of it now! That was the craziest exchange I’ve ever seen! What a performance by both of these men tonight!"

(Fish pops up to his feet with the fans cheering wildly. They definitely aren’t calmed when Fish points up to the top turnbuckle. His opponent, Cruiserweight Champion Orlando Ortega, lies motionless on the mat. The fans insanely begin to chant ‘FISH! FISH! FISH!’ as Fish ascends the nearest turnbuckle, clapping along in rhythm with them.)

FJ: "FINALLY! Some real flipping action!"

HS: "Fish is calling for the Flyin’ Fish! And Orlando Ortega is still lying motionless on the mat. He can’t do anything to stop him!"

FJ: "This match is over!"

HS: "We’re going to have a new Cruiserweight Champion tonight!"

(The fans gasp in stunned awe, though, as Fish becomes a victim of possum himself. Ortega kips up off the mat and immediately charges the Fish. Although the Fish isn’t completely caught by surprise, he isn’t able to leave the turnbuckle before Ortega has hopped up onto the second rope. Orlando is greeted with a hard right from Fish for his efforts, but he isn’t knocked off. Fish comes with a left, but still Ortega stands. This time, OOO unloads with a right of his own. Fish responds, as does OOO. Again, both men are so exhausted, their punches don’t have much left. Ortega, though, breaks the friendly competition persona when he rakes Fish in the eye. He then unloads with a European Uppercut right under Fish’s chin. Fish staggers backward, losing his balance somewhat, and before he can regain his composure, Orlando steps up one more rope and slugs him with a forearm. Ortega then wraps his arm around Fish’s head, tucking the hero’s head under his shoulder.)

HS: "Wait a minute… I’ve seen this before… this is the move Ortega used to beat Jeremy Price for his first Cruiserweight title! It’s the Caida del Muerta!"

FJ: "Huh?"

HS: "THE FALL OF DEATH! With Fish’s neck… OH MY GOD! THIS COULD SERIOUSLY HURT THE FISH!"

FJ: "Orlando’s getting some payback from that suplex earlier!"

(Ortega is extremely intense, and ignores punches in his ribs from the Fish. He grabs Fish beneath his knees with either arm and lifts him up. The fans are completely hushed as Orlando looks around, glaring. He then leaps off the turnbuckle, spinning in the air, and lands on his bottom. CRUNCH! Fish slumps off Ortega’s shoulders onto the mat, lifeless. Ortega yells something in Spanish as the fans begin a HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT chant.)

HS: "OH MY GOD! HE NAILED IT! He may have just reinjured Fish’s fused vertebrae!"

FJ: "This match is over! That was intense! HOLY SHIT is right!"

(Orlando, exhausted, falls on top of Fish and the fans count along with the referee, many booing, many cheering.)

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

HS: "ORTEGA RETAINS! ORTEGA RETAINS!"

FJ: "WHAT A BATTLE!"

(The referee stands up to ring the bell when he suddenly eyes Fish’s foot on the bottom rope. The fans are in a complete uproar now, at the controversial decision. The referee is ordering the match to continue and Orlando falls to his face, from his knees, cupping his head in his hands. Fish is still laying down, though, gasping for air, not moving. Orlando then looks up and the camera catches a great glimpse of his eyes. They’re bright red, burning with frustration and anger. He slowly stands up as the fans wonder what is going on. Ortega looks down at the Fish, gritting his teeth, and then stomps the Fish in the back of the head, further adding pain to his neck.)

HS: "Ortega is irate… he just can’t put the Fish down. I can’t believe this match is still continui… wait a minute… where the hell is OOO going?’

FJ: "He’s leaving the ring."

HS: "He isn’t giving up is he?"

FJ: "I… I don’t think so."

(Instead of heading up the ramp as Herb predicted, Ortega walks over to the ring announcer’s chair and orders him to get up. The ring announcer is timid at first, so Orlando kicks the back of the chair, dumping him out. The fans boo loudly, realizing the Cruiserweight Champion’s intentions. He folds up the chair and slides into the ring. The referee gets in his face, ordering him to get rid of the chair, but backs away quickly when OOO wields it in his direction. The referee holds up his hand, ready to call for the bell.)

HS: "No, Ortega… not like this! Don’t disqualify yourself."

FJ: "He said he’d do anything, Herb. Orlando is beside himself!"

(Fish is slowly staggering to his feet as the fans boo loudly, trying to warn him. Fish hits his feet and Orlando swings. Fish puts his hands up, but nothing connects. Orlando is standing there, holding the chair above his head. Fish shakes his head, trying to rid the cobwebs, and now realizes that OOO is holding a chair. He steps back a moment, shaking his head from side to side, trying to coerce OOO not to hit him. The fans are booing thunderously now, but when the realize OOO still hasn’t nailed Fish, they begin to quiet down. Fish says something inaudible to Ortega, and points around the arena at the fans. OOO follows Fish’s finger with his eyes as the fans now begin to cheer the Fish. Ortega pauses a moment, and Fish steps forward. Ortega lowers his head, and slowly pulls the chair by his side. Orlando shakes his head approvingly at something the Fish says, and then lunges out with the chair… right into the referee’s hand.)

HS: "Thank goodness… Fish just talked Ortega out of making a huge mistake."

FJ: "Well, a little blood never hurt anyone…"

HS: "These two guys are friends, Frank, it shouldn’t even have come to this. I’m just glad OOO made the right decision. And I can bet Fish mentioned something about not letting the fans down. They deserve to have a clean ending to this match… if it ever ends!"

FJ: "Yeah, yeah, camaraderie, friendship, sportsmanship… boooooooring."

(Fish extends a hand of his own to Orlando, who accepts and the fans cheer loudly again as they shake hands. With the fans clapping in appreciation, the two warriors back away and square off as if the match had just begun. Ortega darts of Fish’s leg, but the masked one sidesteps and lands a clubbing blow across Ortega’s back. Ortega, though, lunges forward and scoops Fish up and over with high backdrop. Fish, though, despite going high into the air, comes down on his feet, and rolls through to avoid impact. He has hit the ropes and is already charging at OOO, before the champ is even the wiser.)

HS: "Look out Ortega!"

FJ: "Man, I swear… Fish really IS a monkey."

(Ortega braces himself to counter a move from Fish, but is completely caught off guard when Fish stops dead in his tracks. Fish, instead, unloads with a kick to Ortega’s stomach, doubling him over. Fish then places Ortega’s head between his thighs and the fans go nuts, expecting what’s coming next. Fish surprises them all, though, by flipping over Ortega with a flipping piledriver.) HS: "Piledriver from the Fish!" FJ: "That was cool. Oh… wait… what am I saying? OH DEAR LORD!"

(Ortega goes helplessly backward. Not as helpless as it would seem though, because he amazingly rolls through himself and ends up standing with Fish back to the mat. Orlando has Fish’s legs in his hands and waists no time stepping through. The fans are going nuts at the action in the ring, and scream even louder when Ortega falls to the mat. Only it was intentional, and he has a figure four locked in.)

HS: "La Cruceta del Enfermero!"

FJ: "What? That’s just a figure four."

HS: "That’s what I said…"

FJ: "Nu uh, you said TACO TACO EL BURRITO!"

HS: "You’re an asshole."

FJ: "Shut up, Herb."

HS: "What? That’s a twist."

(The fans, not concerned with Frank and Herb, are going crazy as Fish is groaning in pain from the figure four. The harder Fish struggles to break free, the harder Ortega locks the move in. Fish isn’t able to drag himself across the ring since the pain is unbearable.)

ONE!

TWO!

THR – Fish finally leans forward.

(Fish smacks the mat in frustration and pain, realizing that the end may be near. Ortega locks the move in harder, but the longer Fish holds out, the more pain he himself is put in.)

ONE!

TWO!

HS: "Fish is going to tap out! He’s so close!"

FJ: "I’m biting my nails!"

(The fans are quiet in anticipation. At least until the Fish begins smacking the mat, trying to rally his troops: his Fin Followers and Fish Fanatics. They begin to clap in time with his stomps. Ortega groans loudly, gritting his teeth now. Fish remains valiant though, not tapping out. Fish realizes that the fans are behind him now, and he isn’t about to let them down. He struggles mightily, now, trying to turn the move over.)

ONE!

TWO!

THRE--- Fish sits up, screaming from the pain.

(No, Fish won’t give up. He struggles… Ortega begins to lift off the mat, somewhat, but he falls back, stretching the move on Fish tighter, risking himself as well. Fish yelps and leans back again, in pain.)

ONE!

TWO!

(ARRGH! Fish lets out a huge groan and with every last bit of strength in him, in one motion, he turns Orlando over. In too much pain to try a counter lock, Fish just grabs at his legs.)

HS: "FISH KICKED OUT! HE TURNED THE MOVE OVER! I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!"

FJ: "It’s been forty five minutes! This match just might rival the Iron Man match!’

HS: "Both men are giving everything in their power tonight."

(Orlando slowly begins to climb to his feet, wobbling a bit in pain. He turns around only to see Fish standing before him, somehow. Orlando can’t believe it and desperately lunges forward with a clothesline. Fish ducks under and wraps his arm behind Orlando’s shoulder. He locks his other arm now, and then leans over.)

HS: "FISH IS GOING TO TRY AND END IT ONE MORE TIME!"

FJ: "What could happen???"

(Fish struggles to hold Orlando up on his incredibly weakened leg, but he does. Eventually, his legs give out, but he falls backward and Orlando’s head slams dangerously into the hard canvas.)

HS: "FINISHER! FINISHER! FINISHER!"

FJ: "Fish nailed his Vertebreaker… Orlando’s head and neck just folded up."

HS: "These fans are going nuts! And Fish for a pin!"

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

(Orlando can’t even kick out as the referee calls for the bell. Fish doesn’t have the energy to hit his feet to celebrate, but instead falls backward and lays on the mat, looking at the lights, gasping for air. The referee checks on him and Orlando, both of whom mouth that they’re fine. Neither man gets up though, for several moments. Finally, to the delight of the crowd, both men stagger up to their feet. Orlando suddenly grabs the title from the referee, who looks stunned. The fans get quiet for a moment, but soon erupt as Orlando walks over toe to toe with the Fish. There is a long pause of anticipation before OOO finally holds out his title for Fish to take. The fans cheer loudly and begin to give both men a standing ovation as they shake hands.)

HS: "FISH IS THE NEW CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPION! FOR AN UNPRECEDENTED FOURTH TIME!"

FJ: "That match was amazing. Purely amazing! I’m more than impressed!"

HS: "And look at the sportsmanship from the two. And listen to the respect this crowd is giving both men."

(Orlando walks out of the ring, clapping himself, and the fans give him a huge ovation as he leaves up the exit ramp. They then focus their attention to Fish in the ring, who is holding his title high. He hits each turnbuckle as the arena lights up like it was daytime outside. The camera focuses on Fish’s face, tired but smiling, before fading out. We return to the Atlantic Hotel one more time as Orlando Ortega is on the podium.)

OOO: "Tag team wrestling is a bit of a lost art in this day and age. Decades ago several companies based their shows around tag teams. Today, promoters and wrestlers put an emphasis on different things, sadly depriving the wrestling fans of the action only two well-trained tag teams can offer them. However, there are still a handfull of tag teams out there that remind us of what tag team wrestling is all about, and tonight, one of these tag teams will be rewarded for its efforts."

"The nominees for Tag Team of the Year are...

Andreas Lasiewicz & Cynder...

BlackJack & The Fish, The Aquatic Aces...

Jeff Christianson & C-Rock, Bad Blood...

Atlas Johansson & Apollo, The Immortals...

and Bryan and Andy Peek.

And the winning team is..."

(OOO opens the envelope.)

OOO: "BAD BLOOD!"

(A mixed reaction goes through the crowd in attendance, although there seems more applause than boos. Jeff Christianson reaches the stage before C-Rock does. OOO wants to shake Christianson's hand, but Christianson just walks past him, grabs both award plaques and then walks off the stage. C-Rock stays behind with a befuddled look as the cheers turn into boos for Christianson. We then see the graphic one last time before new AWA Hall of Famer takes the stage.)

OWENS: "Theoren Spencer. Jack Happy. Low. The Hangman. Brian Williams. These men have dominated one of the AWA's five completed years more than any other wrestlers that year. During these years they won many titles, specifically the AWA World title. They defeated the best of the best in the best matches of that particular years. Their accomplishments during that year cemented their legacies and their names in the history books."

"We will forever remember Theoren Spencer being the complete package in 1999 and 2000. We will forever remember Jack Happy being the AWA's most influential star in 2001. We will forever remember Low breaking record after record in 2001 and 2002. We will forever remember The Hangman's death grip on the AWA's main event scene in 2002 and 2003. And we will forever remember Brian Williams' destroying opponent after opponent in 2003 and 2004."

"Tonight, the fans and wrestlers of the AWA will decide which of the following five men gets the chance to cement their legacies even more. The man who gets voted the AWA Wrestler of the Year 2005 will forever be remembered for doing what nobody else could in this, HIS year in the AWA."

"The nominees are...

Brian Williams...

Mr. Jack Happy...

John Williams...

Jeff Christianson...

and Low.

And the winner is..."

(Taking his time to create even more suspense, Owens slowly opens the envelope.)

OWENS: "LOW!"

(There is a huge round of applause for Low, mixed with a few boos here and there, as he makes his way onto the podium. He shakes hands with Ray Owens before accepting the award plaque.)

LOW: "Breaking records in 2001 and 2002? Look at this! TWICE now! I'm still doing it!"

"Tonight we have honored some of the very best, including five men who deservedly were inducted into the AWA Hall of Fame. And I owe each and every one of them some gratitude. Without Nightmist and The Hangman there would have been no Elimination Enterprises, and with no EE, I would have never had the inspiration and desire to break through the established wrestlers the way I did in 2001. Without Dave Santini I never would have had that immense desire to do things on my own. Without Ray Owens I never would have had that standard I wanted to surpass. And without Brian Williams I never would have had that big question mark that made me return to my former glories."

"To every wrestler who has called me a has-been just a few months ago... or in 2004... or in 2003... or in 2002... you're a bunch of stupid, ignorant idiots, and this plaque proves it. And tomorrow night in Hamburg I will kick off the new AWA year with a bang so I can write history once again one year from now."

(We cut back to Herb and Frank.

HS: "Low has become the first man to be voted Wrestler of the Year for a second time. 2005 was certainly a successful year for him."

FJ: "It surely was, but I still liked him better before King of the Kage."

(We fade to the back and see Jeff Christianson holding his head while conducting an interview with Larry Porter.)

LP: "Ladies and gentlemen, I'm standing with the man who brought Kanye West to the arena tonight for the Battle of the Bands that is up next. What made you think of this idea?"

DW: "NHL had Metallica hear, and someone leaked it too me... not to be outdone, I decided that we would have our first Battle of the Bands tonight and called up my good friend Kanye which C-Rock happily retrieved for me."

LP: "You guys still have a very difficult relationship, don't you?"

DW: "There's nothing difficult about this relationship... It's all business. We're not friends, anymore... especially after he neglected my calls all week."

LP: "Harsh words for a man you're about to team with."

DW: "Call it Tough Love if you call it anything." LP: "You were one of four victims attacked by a masked man. How did your attack occur?"

DW: "I was just getting some coffee to relax my nerves when all of a sudden someone hits me in the back with a foreign object... Just what you'd expect in a foreign country."

(We hear the crowd boo as Jeff Christianson continues.)

DW: "When I find that masked German freak, I'm going to rip him into shreads, and there's nothing the AWA security or the German police can do to stop me.

(Jeff Christianson storms away from Larry Porter, still holding his neck, and we rejoin Herb and Frank.)

HS: "Hey, Frank, isn't it time for you to announce the Battle of the Bands now?"

FJ: "Yep, it is. I'll be right back Herb, keep the table in one piece for me."

(Frank Jackson gets up from his seat and puts his headset down on the table. He grabs a microphone and walks to the ring steps. He ascends them and steps into the ring.)

JACKSON: "Hey, Hamburg! Are you ready to be mutilated by music?"

HS: "Mutiliated by music? That was certainly different."

(The crowd cheers at Frank's announcement.)

JACKSON: "Then, without further waiting, I would like to announce Bad Blood's side of the equation, KAYNE WEST!"

(Kanye West walks out from backstage as the crowd begins to cheer wildly. He begins to speak.)

Kanye West: "When I was asked to come here, I didn't know what to say... but being the wrestling fan I am, I decided to come and give the performance of a live time."

(The crowd cheers. He continues.)

Kanye West: "Hit the beat and let's get the show on the road."

(The beat kicks in. Kanye West then begins talking over the beat.)

Kanye West: "Yo, We at war. We at war with terrorism, racism, and most of all we at war with ourselves."

(We hear the crowd say Jesus Walks.)

Kanye West: "God show me the way because the Devil trying to break me down.

(Crowd chants Jesus Walks with me, with me, with me, with me [fades].)

Kanye West: "You know what the Midwest is?"

Crowd: "Young & Restless."

Kanye West: "Where restless Niggaz might snatch your necklace. And next these Niggaz might jack your

Crowd: "Lexus."

Kanye West: "Somebody tell these Niggaz who Kanye West is. I walk through the valley of the shadow of death is. Top floor the view alone will leave you."

Crowd: "Breathless."

Kanye West: "Uhhhh! Try to catch it Uhhhh! It's kinda hard hard. Getting choked by the detectives yeah yeah now check the methodThey be asking us questions."

Crowd: "harass and arrest us."

Kanye West: "Saying "we eat pieces of shit like you for breakfast Huh? Yall eat pieces of shit? What's the basis?"

Crowd: "We ain't going nowhere but got suits and cases."

Kanye West: "A trunk full of coke rental car from AvisMy momma used to say."

Crowd: "Only Jesus can save us."

Kanye West: "Well momma I know I act a fool. But I'll be gone til November I got packs to move I Hope."

Crowd: "Jesus Walks."

Kanye West: "God show me the way because the devil is trying to break me down."

Crowd: "Jesus Walks with me."

Kanye West: "The only thing that I pray is that my feet won't fail me now."

Crowd: "Jesus Walks."

Kanye West: "And I don't think there is nothing I can do to right my wrongs."

Crowd: "Jesus Walks with me."

Kanye West: "I want to talk to God but I'm afraid because we ain't spoke in so long."

Crowd: "Jesus Walks."

Kanye West: "God show me the way because the devil is trying to break me down."

Crowd: "Jesus Walks with me."

Kanye West: "The only thing that I pray is that my feet won't fail me now."

Crowd: "Jesus Walks."

Kanye West: "And I don't think there is nothing I can do to right my wrongs."

Crowd: "Jesus Walks with me."

Kanye West: "I want to talk to God but I'm afraid because we ain't spoke in so long."

Crowd: "Jesus Walks with me, with me, with me."

Kanye West: "To the hustlas, killers, murderers, drug dealers even the strippers."

Crowd: "Jesus walks with them."

Kanye West: "To the victims of Welfare for we living in hell here hell yeah."

Crowd: "Jesus walks with them."

Kanye West: "Now hear ye hear ye want to see Thee more clearlyI know he hear me."

Crowd: "When my feet get weary."

Kanye West: "Cuz we're the almost nearly extinct. We rappers are role models we rap."

Crowd: "We don't think."

Kanye West: "I ain't here to argue about his facial features. Or here to convert atheists into believers. I'm just trying to say the way school need teachers The way Kathie Lee needed Regis that's the way."

Crowd: "I need Jesus."

Kanye West: "So here go my single dog radio needs this. They say you can rap about anything."

Crowd: "Except for Jesus."

Kanye West: "That means guns, sex, lies, video tapes. But if I talk about God my record won't get played Huh?Well let this take away from my."

Crowd: "spins."

Kanye West: "Which will probably take away from my."

Crowd: "Ends."

Kanye West: "Then I hope this take away from my."

Crowd: "Sins.

Kanye West: "And bring the day that I'm dreaming about. Next time I'm in the club everybody screaming out."

Crowd: "Jesus Walks."

Kanye West: "God show me the way because the devil trying to break me down."

Crowd: "Jesus Walks."

Kanye West: "The only thing that that I pray is that me feet don't fail me now."

Crowd: "Jesus Walks with me, with me, with me, with me."

JACKSON: "That was definitely interesting! Hamburg, did you like it?"

(The crowd in the AOL Arena explodes with cheers and whistles. Kayne West waves to the crowd to show their appreciation for a live performance in Hamburg, Germany.)

JACKSON: "Now we get to Damage, Inc.'s side of the battle. Hamburg, I give you, METALLICA!"

("The Ecstasy of Gold" by Ennio Maricone,from "The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly" starts to play and the lights go out in the arena. Flash bulbs go off and the crowd's roar gets progressively louder as the song itself continues. When "The Ecstasy of Gold" stops, the lights come on and we see all four members of Metallica standing on their stage.)

JAMES HETFIELD: "Hey Hamburg, how the fuck are ya?"

(The crowd roars a response to Metallica's frontman.)

HETFIELD: "What was that, I couldn't hear ya. I said, HOW THE FUCK ARE YA??"

(If at all possible, the crowd erupts into another cheering frenzy, which appeases the noise addict at the microphone.)

HETFIELD: "That's fucking better. YEAH!"

(James starts off "Enter Sandman", probably the band's most well known song. As it changes from acoustic to distorted, the drum line falls off and James steps up to the microphone.)

HETFIELD: "Hey, what the fuck happened?"

LARS ULRICH: "My foot slipped."

HETFIELD: "My foot's going to slip up your ass if you do that again."

(The crowd laughs along as James starts to laugh into the microphone.)

HETFIELD: "What do you say we start that one over, huh?"

(The crowd cheers some more.)

HETFIELD: "That's what I fuckig figured."

(James coughs into the microphone and then audibly spits a loogey from his mouth.)

HETFIELD: "Hey, Classic, give me an 'M'!"

CROWD: "M"

HETFIELD: "Give me an 'E'!"

CROWD: "E"

HETFIELD: "Give me a 'T'!"

CROWD: "T"

HETFIELD: "Gimme fuel, gimme fire, gimme that which I desire, OOH!"

(The crowd burst out into cheers as Metallica starts playing "Fuel", the starting track on their Re-Load album. As they play through it, James stops playing, leaving only Kirk, Robert, and Lars playing. Then, Kirk stops, wondering why James stopped, then Robert stops, and then Lars.)

KIRK HAMMETT: "Hey James, what gives?"

ROBERT TRUJILLO: "Yeah, man, what's the deal?"

ULRICH: "James, can we please pick a fucking song and stick with it?"

HETFIELD: "Shut the fuck up. I don't think the crowd was really feeling "Fuel" too much."

TRUJILLO: "Yeah, they weren't as responsive to this one as they were to Sandman."

HAMMETT: "Why don't we do one that we know they will enjoy."

HETFIELD: "That's a brilliant idea, Hamster."

ULRICH: "Why don't we get the crowd fucking pumped up, James."

HETFIELD: "Yeah, I'm definitely feeling that the energy in this place isn't living up to its fucking potential."

TRUJILLO: "Definitely."

HETFIELD: "Hey, Hamburg, we're not feeling the energy. I know the show has been long, but we need some back and forth energy here, ok?"

(The crowd cheers.)

HETFIELD: "OK!!"

(The crowd cheers louder.)

HETFIELD: "I'm gonna start something here, and I would fucking appreciate it if we can get something going, so repeat after me...OH YEAH!"

CROWD: "Oh Yeah!"

HETFIELD: "Naw, I hope that ain't it. OH YEAH!!"

CROWD: "OH YEAH!"

HETFIELD: "OH YEAH!!"

CROWD: "OH YEAH!!"

HETFIELD: "YEAH!"

CROWD: "YEAH!"

HETFIELD: "YEAH!"

CROWD: "YEAH!"

HETFIELD: "MASTER!"

CROWD: (slight cheers) "MASTER!"

HETFIELD: "OF!"

CROWD: (louder cheers) "OF!"

HETFIELD: "PUPPETS!!"

CROWD: (really loud cheers) "PUPPETS!!"

(The opening chords spark louder cheers from the Hamburg crowd as James Hetfield nears closer to his opening solo of the song. The crowd continue through Hetfield's solo as he cheers them on when the band starts along with him again. James then steps up to the microphone to prepare to sing the lyrics.)

HETFIELD: "End of passion play, crumbling away..."

CROWD: "I'm your source of self-destruction..."

HETFIELD: "Veins that pump with fear, sucking darkest clear..."

CROWD: "Leading on your death's construction..."

HETFIELD: "Ooh, taste me, you will see
More is all you need
You're dedicated to
How I'm killing you."

(Metallica prepares to head into the chorus of the song, but then just abruptly stop. The crowd starts to cheer as James steps up to the microphone.)

HETFIELD: "Aw, did we stop playin'?"

(The crowd starts to cheer.)

HETFIELD: "Ok, we're done fuckin' around now. We're going to head into the real song of the night, and it requires some singin' on your part. How many people have the album Kill 'Em All?"

(The crowd cheers at the announcement of the album.)

HETFIELD: "How many people here have our first album?"

(The crowd cheers even louder.)

HETFIELD: "Ok, well, this song requires some of you people to sing along with us, because we love it when you guys sing. If you don't know the lyrics, they're simple. They are the title of the song, just three easy words..."Seek and Destroy"!"

(The crowd starts to cheer really loudly as Lars starts a count for the intro of the song. James and Kirk start "Seek and Destroy"'s intro. Lars and Robert join shortly and continue the main riff of the song. After a minute of playing, James utters the first word of the song.)

HETFIELD: "ALRIGHT!"

(The crowd cheers wildly as Metallica continue to play the song until they hit the part where James starts to sing.)

HETFIELD: "Scanning the scene at Classic tonight
Looking for you to start up a fight
There's an evil feeling in our brains
But it's nothing new, you know it drives us insane."

HETFIELD: (parts in bold are sung by Hetfield, Hammett, and Trujillo) "Runnin', on our way
Hidin', you will pay
Dying, one thousand deaths
Fuckin' runnin', on our way
Hidin', you will pay
Dying, one thousand deaths."

HETFIELD: "Searching
Seek and destroy
Your turn. SING! Searching"

CROWD: "Seek and destroy"

HETFIELD: "I hope that wasn't it man. Searching"

CROWD: "Seek and destroy"

HETFIELD: "No, man, I want you to do it again! Searching

CROWD: "Seek and destroy"

HETFIELD: "Right on, man."

(Metallica continue to play the riff leading into the next verse of the song.)

HETFIELD: "There is no escape and that's for sure
This is the end, we won't take any more
Say goodbye to the world you live in
You have always been taking but now you're giving."

HETFIELD (with Hammett and Trujillo): "Runnin', on our way
Hidin', you will pay
Dying, one thousand deaths
Fuckin' runnin', on our way
Hidin', you will pay
Dying, one thousand deaths."

HETFIELD: "Searching SING!"

CROWD: "Seek and destroy"

HETFIELD: "Louder! Searching"

CROWD: "Seek and destroy"

HETFIELD: "You were louder before! Searching"

CROWD: "Seek and destroy"

HETFIELD: "Searching"

CROWD: "Seek and destroy"

HETFIELD: "Shit yeah, man!"

(The song then goes into the drum solo that Lars make slightly fancy for the people in attendance in the AOL Arena.)

HETFIELD: "By the way, that's Lars Ulrich on drums."

(The crowd cheers as Lars doubles the length of the solo and makes it slightly more fancy after the pop he received. Then Metallica starts to play a few bars of a different riff and then this leads into Kirk Hammett's solo. As Kirk is playing his solo, he walks to the WAH peddle and makes it a little bit fancy, seeing that's the mood right now. After the solo is finished, the song breaks and James addresses the crowd.)

HETFIELD: "We're about to kick your ass!"

(James and Kirk play the opening riff of the song again and then Lars and Robert join in at the appropriate times. James walks to the mic stand and starts to sing the last part of the song.)

HETFIELD: "Our brains are on fire with the feeling to kill
And it won't go away until our dreams are fulfilled
There is only one thing on our minds
Don't try running away, 'cause you're the one we will find."

HETFIELD (with Hammett and Trujillo): "Runnin', on our way
Hidin', you will pay
Dying, one thousand deaths
You're motherfuckin' Runnin', on our way
Hidin', you will pay
Dying, one thousand deaths."

HETFIELD: "Searching Come on!"

CROWD: "Seek and destroy"

HETFIELD: "This is all yours, man. Searching"

CROWD: "Seek and destroy"

HETFIELD: "Come on, hurt yourselves! Searching"

CROWD: "Seek and destroy"

HETFIELD: "Last one, make us proud! Searching"

CROWD: "Seek and destroy"

HETFIELD: "OOHH YEEAAHHH! HAHAHAHA! Oh my God!"

(The final riff of the song starts to play, and Metallica makes it last, by doubling the length of the two-part riff. Then, for the end, James and Kirk play the end, with accented symbols by Lars and accented bass beats by Robert.)

HETFIELD: "YEEAAHH!! Fuck yeah man! You guys done good, man so we're going to give you guys a hand!"

(The crowd goes crazy with applause as James bows to the crowd. Some crowd members nearest to the stage are extending their arms and bowing in respect to Metallica. Frank Jackson starts to speak on the microphone in the center of the ring, pointing to Metallica on their stage. Kayne West and crew start to clap and applaude to Metallica's entertaining performance.)

JACKSON: "That was just fucking great!"

HS: "Oh boy, he just said fuck. Aw shit, I just said fuck. Damnit, I said f- no, I'm not going there now."

JACKSON: "Ok, everyone, we're going to go by the Metallica way of voting...if you liked Kayne West's performance, then I want to hear you scream as loud as you can RIGHT NOW!"

(The crowd busts out in a cheering frenzy, almost blowing the roof off the AOL Arena. People are whistling and screaming as loud as they can, and some are clapping to add to the noise.)

JACKSON: "Ok, that was pretty good. Metallica's got some competition here. Now, if you liked the Metallica performance, let's hear you scream and cheer as loud as you possibly can RIGHT NOW!!"

(The crowd just explodes with cheers and screams. People are jumping and screaming and cheering all over the place. People are whistling and clapping as well to add to the noise level.)

JACKSON: "I don't think I can get a clear winner here."

HETFIELD: "Hey, Frank, if I may, I think Kayne West and Metallica can live with a draw, because the reactions from the fans clearly state that we both kicked fucking ass!"

KAYNE WEST: "Yeah, I'm down with that, James."

JACKSON: "There you have it, folks, it seems like we have a draw here!"

(The crowd cheers loudly at the decision from Frank Jackson as well as the respect level between Kayne West and Metallica.)

JACKSON: "Now, since this is all now out of the way, I know that Damage, Inc. and Bad Blood are in the back watching this on separate monitors in separate rooms. We are now going to hand this over to Kayne West as he will debut Bad Blood's newest song and they will be played to the ring. After that, Metallica will play "Damage, Inc." for Damage, Inc. and they will be played to the ring. Now, I guess while I'm here, I'll go over the rules...there are no rules...two men from each team will be leashed to the neck of their opponents by a 10 foot, industrial strength chain. There are no count outs, no disqualifications, and the pinfalls count ANYWHERE! We will witness Damage, Inc. put their AWA Tag Team Championships on the line against Bad Blood. We will see if Damage, Inc. can prove that their victory wasn't a fluke victory over Bad Blood a few short weeks ago. Bad Blood will try to prove their mettle in the tag team division by tying the most Tag Team titles with the Lone Star Outlaws, being tied at 4 a piece. Can Damage, Inc. stop Bad Blood's entry into that category and continue their success here or will Bad Blood damage Damage, Inc.'s Tag Team Championship reign with a loss, propelling their name into the AWA's Tag Team Heirarchy. Fans, the match up starts soon!"

(The crowd cheers the intro by Frank Jackson as he leaves the ring and hands the microphone to the ring announcer. Frank puts his headset on and takes his seat next to Herb Summers and they prepare to call the match after the bands play.)

HS: "It's now time for Bad Blood to enter the ring with their new theme music."

(Suddenly we hear Diamonds are forever. They won't leave in the night. Have no fear that they might. Desert me. The crowd goes wild as Kanye West steps through the curtains with Bad Blood. This time, all three men are wearing the "Epitome of Physical Fitness," t-shirt in memory of Poppa. Kanye starts rapping.)

Crowd: "Diamonds are Forever. Forever, forever.

Kanye West: "Throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe."

Crowd: "Diamonds are forever, forever, forever, forever."

Kanye West: "The Roc is still alive every time I rhyme. Forever ever? Forever ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever?......"

(They begin making their way down the ramp. C-Rock takes the right side of the stage and begins slapping all the fans hands, and Jeff Christianson slaps the fans on the left side, with Kanye walking straight down the middle continuing with his verse of Diamonds from Sierra Leone.)

Kanye West: "Close your eyes and imagine, feel the magic. Vegas on acid, seen through Yves St. Laurent glasses. And I've realized that I've arrived, cuz. It take more than a magazine to kill my Vibe does. He write his own rhymes, so sort of. I think 'em. That mean I forgot better shit than u ever thought of. Damn, is he really that caught up?I ask if you talkin' bout classics, do my name get brought up?I remember I couldn't afford a Ford Escort or even a four-track recorder. So its only right that I let the top drop on a drop-top Porsche- its for yourself that's important. If a stripper named Porscha and u get tips from many men. Then your fat friend her nickname is Minivan. Excuse me,That's just the Henny, man, I smoke, I drink, I'm supposed to stop I can't because..."

Crowd: "Diamonds are forever forever, forever."

Kanye West: "Throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe."

Crowd: "Diamonds are forever forever, forever, forever."

Kanye West: "The Roc is still alive every time I rhyme."Forever ever? Forever ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever?......"

(They get to the ring, but instead of going around it, they begin walking around slapping the fans hands on their respective sides. Kanye Wets rolls in the ring and continues rapping.)

Kanye West: "I was sick about awards couldn't nobody cure me. Only playa that got robbed but kept all his jewelry. Alicia Keys tried to talk some sense to them. 30 minutes later seems there's no convincing them What more can you ask for? The international assholes nah. Who complains about what he is owed? And throw a tantrum like he is 3 years old. You gotta love it though somebody still speaks from his soul. And wouldn't change by the change, or the game, or the fame, when he came, in the game, he made his own lane Now all I need is y'all to pronounce my name. Its Kanye - But some of my plaques - they still say Kane Got family in the D, Kin-folk from Motown. Back in the Chi - them folks ain't from Motown Life movin' too fast I need to slow down. Girl ain't give me no ass, ya need to go down.

Crowd: "Diamonds are forever, forever, forever."

Kanye West: "My father Ben said I need Jesus. So he took me to church and let the water wash over my ceaser."

Crowd: "Diamonds are forever, forever, forever."

Kanye West: "The preacher said we need leaders. Right then my body got still like a paraplegic. You know who you can call you gotta best believe it. The Roc stand tall and you would never believe it. Take your diamonds and throw 'em up like you bulimic. Yea the beat cold but the flow is anemic. After debris settles and the dust get swept off. Big K pick up where young Hov left off. Right when magazines wrote Kanye West off I dropped my new shit sound like the best of. A&R's lookin' like 'pssh we messed up.' Grammy night, damn right, we got dressed up. Bottle after bottle till we got messed up. In the studio, where really though, yea he next up. People askin' me if I'm gon' give my chain back. That'll be the same day I give the game back. You know the next question dog 'Yo, where Dame at?' This track the Indian dance to bring our rain back. 'What's up with you and Jay, man, are y'all ok man?'They pray for the death of our dynasty like Amen. R-r-r-right here stands a-man. With the power to make a diamond with his bare hands...

Crowd: "Diamonds are forever, forever, forever."

Kanye West: "Throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe."

Crowd: "Diamonds are forever, forever, forever, forever."

Kanye West: "The Roc is still alive every time I rhyme. Forever ever? Forever ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever?......

Crowd: "Diamonds are forever, forever, forever. Diamonds are forever, forever, forever, forever. (Kanye West stops and then says something.) Kanye West: "Run that back for a second."

(Bad Blood rolls into the ring looking at little confused at Kanye, who now begins another verse that we didn't hear the first time.)

Kanye West: "Good Morning, this ain't Vietnam still. People lose hands, legs, arms for real Little was known of Sierra Leone. And how it connect to the diamonds we own. When I speak of Diamonds in this song. I ain't talkin bout the ones that be glown. I'm talkin bout Rocafella, my home, my chain. These ain't conflict diamonds,is they Jacob? don't lie to me mayne. See, a part of me sayin' keep shinin', How? when I know of the blood diamonds. Though it's thousands of miles away. Sierra Leone connect to what we go through today. Over here, its a drug trade, we die from drugs. Over there, they die from what we buy from drugs. The diamonds, the chains, the bracelets, the charmses. I thought my Jesus Piece was so harmless 'til I seen a picture of a shorty armless. And here's the conflict. It's in a black person's soul to rock that gold. Spend ya whole life tryna get that ice. On a polar rugby it look so nice. How could somethin' so wrong make me feel so right, right? 'fore I beat myself up like Ike. You could still throw ya Rocafella diamond tonight, 'cause.

(We now hear him and the crowd continue repeating the chorus from before, but he continues with his second verse from the first song.)

Kanye West: "People askin' me is I'm gon' give my chain back."

Someone Backstage: "Uh."

Kanye West: "That'll be the same day I give the game back."

Someone Backstage: "Uh."

Kanye West: "You know the next question dog 'yo, where Dame at?'"

Someone Backstage: "Uh."

Kanye West: "This track the Indian dance to bring our rain back."

Someone Backstage: "Whoo!"

Kanye West: "'wassup wit you a Jay man, are ya'll okay man?'" (He's now stopped as someone from backstage appears at the top of the ramp and starts a verse while making his way down the aisle.)

Jay-Z: "Yep! I got it from her 'ye damn!The chain remains, the gang is in tact. The name is mine, I'll take blame for that. The pressure's on, but guess who ain't gon' crack? [laughs] Pardon me I had to laugh at that. How could you falter when you're the rock of gibralter? I had to get of the boat so I could walk on water. This ain't no tour order, this is nothin to me. Difficult takes a day, impossible takes a week I do this in my sleep, I sold Kilos of coke, (so?) I'm guessin' I can sell CD's. I'm not a buisness man I'm a buisness, man. Let me handle my buisness, damn! Kanyeez you got me, Freeway and Foxy. YG', Teairra Mari, Petey watch me. Bleek could be one hit away his whole career. As long as I'm alive, he's a millionaire. And even if I die, he's in my will somewhere. So he can just kick back and chill somewhere, oh yeah. He don't even have to write rhymes. The Dynasty like my money last three lifetimes. Shirley Bassey was in the rear sayin exactly. What I was sayin practically me whole carreer. The diamond is forever, I been mindin' this forever. Now the Louis Vuitton Don's timin' couldn't be better. People lined up to see the Titanic sinkin'. Instead we rose from the ash like a phoenix. If you waitin' for the end, the dynasty sign. And what seemed like forever is a mighty long time. I'm young bitches [laughs]Goodnight!"

(Jay-Z now gets into the ring.)

Kanye West: "Just had to surprise everyone, even Bad Blood tonight."

(The four of them pose, before Jay-Z and Kanye leave the ring and climb over the barricade to two empty ringside seats. While Jeff Christianson and C-Rock look out towards the stage, we see James Hetfield step up to the mic, with his black ESP Explorer hanging from his neck and shoulders by it's black, leather strap. He takes a lime green guitar pick from his mic stand as he speaks into the microphone.)

HETFIELD: "So, seeing as Bad Blood are already into the ring and that Kayne West is done playing, I guess it's our turn to get the Tag Team Champions to the ring. Count it for us Lars."

(Lars bashes his China cymbol four times and then they start playing "Damage, Inc." after the slow intro. Green and white lights start to roll around the arena as Metallica progresses through the song. James is standing in front of Lars' drums and Kirk is playing and smiling at the crowd. Robert is doing his own thing on the bass, acting like a maniac and playing really close to the ground. As it nears the time for James to sing, he leaves Lars' area and heads to the mic stand.)

HETFIELD: "Dealing out the agony within
Charging hard and no one's gonna give in
Living on your knees, conformity
Or dying on your feet for honesty
Inbred, our bodies work as one
Bloody, but never cry submission
Following our instinct, not a trend
Go against the grain until the end."

HETFIELD: "Blood will follow blood
Dying time is here. SING IT!
Damage, Incorporated"

HETFIELD: "Slamming through, don't fuck with razorback
Stepping out? You'll feel our hell on your back
Blood follows blood and we make sure
Life ain't for you and we're the cure
Honesty is my only excuse
Try to rob us of it, but it's no use
Steamroller action crushing all
Victim is your name and you shall fall."

HETFIELD: "Blood will follow blood
Dying time is here SING!"

CROWD: "Damage, Incorporated"

(A slight change in the song begins, and we see Damage, Inc.'s video start up on the AWATron. The crowd begins to roar, as the anticipation of the match is soon upon them. Nathaniel Henry Lee and Brian Stevens, the current AWA Tag Team Champions, step onto the stage. NHL spits out a mouthful of water and Brian Stevens stands on the stage looking around at the crowd. Damage, Inc. turn to Metallica and point to them as James begins to sing the rest of the song.)

HETFIELD: "We chew and spit you out
We laugh, you scream and shout
All flee, with fear you run
You'll know just where we come from
Damage, Incorporated"

(NHL and Stevens then continue down the ramp, showing the remains of the injuries that they sustained earlier, but it doesn't show much. NHL and Stevens walk down the entrance way with a look of focus and determination in their eyes.)

HETFIELD: "Damage jackals ripping right through you
Sight and smell of this, it gets me going
Know just how to get just what we want
Tear it from your soul in nightly hunt
Fuck it all and fucking no regrets
Never happy endings on these dark sets
All's fair for Damage, Inc. you see
Step a little closer, if you please."

(As that verse nears its end, Damage, Inc. are climbing into the ring and are staring out at the crowd. NHL takes his title off and raises it in the air as he stares out at the crowd in attendence in the AOL Arena. Brian Stevens stands on an adjacent turnbuckle and he looks out at the crowd, ignoring any instigations the members at ringside may be doing. Stevens points down to his Tag Team title as he looks into the crowd. NHL and Stevens turn their attention to the stage that Metallica's on as they finish their performance.)

HETFIELD: "Blood will follow blood
Dying time is here
Damage, Incorporated!"

(Metallica finish up the rest of the song and then they do a power chord ending and get the crowd pumped up more for the match.)

HETFIELD: "Shit, man, I would like to thank everyone here at Classic, in Hamburg. Henry and Brian, thanks for allowing us the pleasure of performing here. Go kick some ass! YEAH!"

(NHL and Stevens point the stage and NHL raises his Tag Team Championship in the air as James points towards the ring. Stevens beats his right hand on his chest, as he takes his title off and raises it towards the stage. NHL and Stevens hop off the ropes and hand their titles over to the referee as Jeff Christianson and C-Rock step up to the center of the ring. Two more referees are now on the scene, each carrying a dog chain with two collars at the ends. A fourth referee is coming down as well in order to try and keep order.)

HS: "Now, as the referees get everything settled, I do want to point out how the pairing will be made. As you can see, there is a black cloth over the center of the four chains. The chains are mixed so that they aren't knotted, but they are also undecernable for which end they belong to. The leather strap ends are fixed for 18-24 inch necks, so there won't be any tight chocking of the collars on the wrestlers."

FJ: "And, as always, there are referees to keep order. As soon as this match starts, there will be two referees assigned to a pair. If the pairs separate, then the two referees will accompany the one pair. Now, there are two referees for several reasons, but two important ones are one, to keep order, and two, in case one referee becomes incapacitated. It appears that the dog collars are in the ring now, and we see the Bad Blood are accepting these collars without incident."

(The referees disconnect the chains from the collars and hand the collars to the four wrestlers. All four wrestlers place the collars around their necks, and await the attaching of the chians. Jeff Christianson happily accepts the end of his collar but refrains from hooking it to his neck. He smiles as he glares into the eyes of Nathaniel Henry Lee. C-Rock is a little less confident about attaching the chain, so he doesn't, but all he does is stare at NHL and Stevens, the two men responsible for Poppa being placed out of action. NHL grabs the end of his and stares at Christianson, who smiles in wait, hoping that it's his end. NHL goes to hook it, but then backs down and puts his end on the ground.)

CHRISTIANSON: "I'm not putting mine on if he doesn't do it first!"

FJ: "It seems that the Dark Warrior will not put his collar on if NHL doesn't do it first."

HS: "Is there an echo?"

FJ: "What?"

(The crowd audibly boos NHL's 'cowardice', but NHL decides to yank the cloth away to see what end he's stuck to. He looks and it appears that he's on C-Rock's end. NHL looks at Christianson and laughs as he puts the chain on his collar, fastening it in place and laughing at the Dark Warrior's horrible luck.)

HS: "It appears that NHL will be paired with C-Rock for this encounter tonight!"

FJ: "Yeah, it seems that NHL is happy that he screwed Jeff's plans."

(Jeff smiles back at NHL, but instead doesn't attach his chain. He turns to C-Rock and takes his end of the chain and hooks C-Rock's original chain onto his neck and fastens it in. NHL looks like he's seen a ghost, but Jeff apparantly doesn't notice the apparition. Stevens is showing a sigh of relief as he hooks his chain on while staring at C-Rock as he does the same. The four referees make sure the collars are fastened tightly and then they all convene in a nearby corner. One of the referees turns and signals for the bell and the crowd goes off the walls with their cheers and screams.)

FJ: "Finally, the match is underway!"

HS: "You have to wonder what shape these four individuals must be in. I know they were attacked earlier on in the evening by a yet unidentified individual. They seem to be fine, though I'm sure they are not at 100%."

FJ: "I'm sure they're all fine and that the adrenaline flowing through their systems now is just making that pain go away."

(As the bell has rung, NHL runs straight towards C-Rock and knocks him down with a clothesline, then he turns and kicks Jeff Christianson in the gut and nails a DDT. Brian Stevens heads to C-Rock who is on the mat and just starts to nail him with some ultimate knee strikes straight to the back of C-Rock's head. Meanwhile, NHL is locked up with Christianson now. The two fight for the ability to complete a move, pushing each other across the ring. NHL knees the Dark Warrior in the gut, but Jeff has seen it coming and instead trips NHL, sending the Damage, Inc. founder to the mat.)

FJ: "Wow, it's pretty much an even match right now. Though, Jeff does seem to be applying a rear chin lock to Henry right now."

HS: "And C-Rock and the Sensation are busy themselves. It does appear that C-Rock is attempting a side suplex on the Minnesota native, and he DOES and he connects and Stevens is writhing in pain. He may have been suplexed onto some portion of the chain."

FJ: "That chain is so unforgiving. It doesn't have any emotions. It doesn't care if you're hurt. It doesn't care if it's being used as a weapon. It will strike at you with all it's force, and it will hurt."

(NHL is trying to free himself, but Christianson has the rear chin lock applied well. NHL is struggling and then he finds himself grabbing a handful of chain. He swings it backwards and it hits Jeff square in the right shoulder. NHL now struggles free as Jeff is holding his shoulder blade a bit and is trying to get to his feet. NHL locks up with Christianson and nails a snap suplex. Jeff rolls onto his stomach and is still holding his shoulder. NHL sits on Jeff's back and hooks the chain around Jeff's neck and pulls back.)

FJ: "Will Jeff tap out?"

HS: "Oh come on! He's choking the life out of him. That's industrial strength chain, you can't keep that locked in like that! Someone needs to break that up."

FJ: "No one can, Herb. It's a no dq match. No one's going to help him, unless it's C-Rock."

(NHL releases the hold and leaves Jeff down on the mat. He walks over to Brian and C-Rock and notices that he has a camel clutch on Stevens. NHL extends his leg out and smashes his right foot into the side of the head of C-Rock. NHL bends down and grabs a length of chain and swings down, but then gets yanked backwards. Jeff Christianson save his partner by pulling NHL away by his neck! NHL is on his back, grabbing the collar and holding his neck from the attack. Jeff smiles as he pulls NHL to his feet. He shoves NHL's head between his legs and rolls him up onto his shoulders and powerbombs him onto the mat so hard, that the chains bounce a few times before settling down.)

HS: "Wow, this match still belongs to anyone here!"

FJ: "It should be interesting if someone gets beat to hell with the chain."

HS: "Well it hasn't happened yet, and I wouldn't put it past this cast of characters."

FJ: "I'm just saying."

HS: "And you have to figure that some of these men are feeling the affects of that attack earlier, so they aren't at full 100%."

(Christianson grabs the chain and drags NHL out of the ring. Jeff drops and rolls out of the ring and continues to drag the chain. NHL slides out of the ring and lands on his right arm. Meanwhile, C-Rock is being helped to his feet in the ring by Brian Stevens. C-Rock is still a little woozy from his kick to the head by Stevens, so Stevens tries to take advantage of this with his mafia kick, which connects to the same side of C-Rock's head that NHL hit. Stevens goes for a cover on C-Rock...)

HS: "This could be it! ONE...TWO.- OH MY GOSH! C-Rock kicked out of that??"

FJ: "I could have sworn that kick took his head off, but I guess it didn't."

HS: "So much for the Sensation to try to end this one quickly."

(Christianson turns to see his partner still has it in him to kick out of hellacious attacks. Jeff brings NHL to his feet and whips him into the steel ring steps, which implode on contact. Christianson walks over to NHL and props his body on the bottom portion of the steps and he balls up some of the chain. He swings some of it around and then crashes it down onto NHL's back. Henry screams out in pain and we hear the excess chain bouncing off the steel steps with every lash. Swing by swing, Jeff chips away at NHL's strength. Jeff drops some of the chain and rolls NHL onto his back on the ring step. He covers for a pinfall...)

FJ: "...ONE...TWO...TH- What? NHL kicked out?"

HS: "After that beating, it seems that Henry is going to be very resilient to this man's brutal tactics."

FJ: "Jeff did promise to show us some things that were never done with a chain before. I'm not talking about weak chains neither, I'm talking about these sick, industrial strength chains."

HS: "You're telling me."

(Jeff is not really upset that NHL kicked out. In fact, by the look on Jeff's face, he seems happy that NHL kicked out.)

HS: "Did you see the look on the Dark Warrior's face?"

FJ: "Yeah, he almost seems happy that Henry kicked out. Boy, this isn't a good sign of things to come."

(Christianson brings the split Englishman to his feet and whips him into the guard rail. NHL slumps down to the ground, holding the back of his head from the whiplash he endured from the attack. Jeff walks up to NHL and kicks him in the chest a few times. NHL slumps down to the floor with each consecutive hit to his chest. Jeff sees an opportunity and starts to wrap NHL's legs around his own.)

HS: "What's Jeff doing here?"

FJ: "I think he's going for an Indian Deathlock."

HS: "An Indian Deathlock? Oh boy, he is! And it appears that he's using the chains as leverage over NHL's body!"

(As Christianson has NHL in the Indian Deathlock, he's pulling the chain back towards him to further add pain to the submission hold. NHL starts to grab the chain and collar in an attempt to give himself some relief on his already straining neck. Jeff starts to wrench on the chain, pulling it and yanking it, causing more pain on the hurting neck of the Tag Team Champion. From the distance, we hear a loud smashing noise, but no one bothers with it.)

FJ: "If Christianson keeps this up, I'm afraid the intellectual head of NHL may just pop right off his shoulders."

HS: "...and that would be a reeaal shame, wouldn't it..."

FJ: "I think it would be a harsh tragedy, actually."

HS: "Hey, do you remember that Tragedy guy?"

FJ: "Who?"

(As Christianson pulls and yanks on NHL's neck, he suddenly gets cracked in the side of the head by a steel chair. Jeff immediately falls to his left and just lies there, holding the side of his head. From behind him, we see Brian Stevens with an already dented chair, but the denting doesn't seem to be only from hitting the Dark Warrior with the chair. The camera pans into the ring and we see C-Rock's body just lifelessly lying on the mat and Stevens is on the ouside holding the chair. NHL brushes Christianson's legs off his own and he starts to get to his feet, using the guard rail as a support measure. NHL looks down at Christianson and smiles, and then he looks up to Stevens who drops the chair on the ground and shrugs his shoulders.)

FJ: "And just like that, the technical display by Jeff Christianson is put to an end. Poor chair."

HS: "Poor chair?? What about poor Jeff's head."

FJ: "It'll heal...the chair will just be thrown away."

HS: "Or auctioned off on AWA_Online."

FJ: "Good point."

(NHL grabs Jeff's legs and swings himself around Christian's lower body and gets Jeff locked in a sharpshooter submission hold. NHL jerks on the chain, much like Christianson did, and uses this to further the strength of the hold, almost doing a backwards STF, only using the chain and collar as the substitution for the arms. NHL starts to laugh maniacly as Jeff starts to writhe with pain and he shimmies to free himself. NHL starts to yawn and he lets Jeff go after a few seconds of torture. NHL picks Jeff up and performs an Irish whip into...nowhere. As Jeff's running with the momentum, NHL pulls back on the chain and Jeff yelps as he flies backwards and to the ground.)

FJ: "Now that was unique. NHL just did a clothesline technique with the chain while Jeff was about 5 feet behind him."

HS: "Both of these men suggested that new moves would be debuted tonight."

FJ: "Yeah, but it must suck on both of their necks."

(While NHL and Jeff are occupied, we go back to Stevens after he's dropped the chair from hitting Christianson. He rolls into the ring and pulls C-Rock to his feet. Stevens picks up C-Rock and plops him in the top rope, then he snaps downwards with a hard drapingtop rope DDT. C-Rock lands haphazardly on the chain and lies there for a moment before stirring around. Stevens hops onto the second rope and jumps off, double stomping C-Rock in his chest with both feet, then he jumps off his body and onto the ring. Stevens rolls out of the ring and lifts up the ring apron and pulls out a Singapore cane!)

HS: "Do you see that Frank?"

FJ: "Of course, he's right in front of us, Herb."

HS: "That cane has been used many times as a horrid weapon throughout the years, and now, Brian Stevens will utilize that power as he lays in some punishment on C-Rock."

FJ: "So much for Poppa's dedication."

(Brian gets into the ring and he holds the Singapore cane as he looks down at C-Rock. He flips it around his hand and holds it by the handle again and then he swings downwards onto C-Rock's body. CCEEERRAAACCKK!! C-Rock flops about the ring a bit, but Stevens stays steady and true and swings down again with another resounding crack to C-Rock's back. Stevens swings another time and this time, we see a small wound open up on C-Rock's back. Stevens cracks another one across the top of C-Rock's head, and he stops moving and he curls up, holding his skull. Stevens makes more violent and wild swings now as opposed to his thought out and targeted shots from before. We start to see some more trickles of blood from C-Rock's now beet-red back. Stevens takes one more swing and it was so hard and powerful that the cane itself has broken, leaving only a few good canes left intact on the whole Singapore cane.)

HS: "I'm sure C-Rock will be feeling that one for a while.)

FJ: "Screw Stevens and C-Rock, look what NHL and Christianson are doing!"

HS: "NHL is now dragging Jeff's body up the ramp, much like Jeff did with NHL in the ring before."

FJ: "But, Jeff's getting up now! NHL, turn around!"

HS: "Where is he taking him?"

(NHL pulls some more on the chain and then he turns around to see that Jeff's on his feet. NHL continues to walk up the ramp, but Christianson grabs the chain and yanks backwards. NHL looses his balance on the inclined portion of the ramp and falls flat on his back and rolls down to the cement level. Christianson looks all the way towards the ring to see his partner being manhandled by Stevens. Jeff picks NHL up and the two tie up in the collar and elbow. Jeff shifts himself backwards and performs a snap suplex on NHL onto the concrete. NHL lands slightly on some chain and he rolls around, grabbing his back as much as possible.)

FJ: "That had to hurt."

(Jeff gets to his feet and he helps NHL to his. Jeff puts NHL in another suplex position and does so, but this time on the small steel ramp. NHL arches his back from the pain and rolls onto his stomach with pain visually seen on his face. Jeff grabs some chain and whips down hard on NHL's hurting back. NHL cries out in pain, but Jeff goes for another one, and NHL tries to roll away, but Jeff lets go and pulls on the chain and drags NHL back to him. Jeff holds onto this chain and drags NHL's body up the small ramp onto the steel stage. As Jeff walks about the Hamburg skyline, he picks NHL up to his feet and whips him into one of the buildings on the screen, but NHL reverses and sends Jeff into one of the expensive screens. The church tower screen wobbles slightly, but is unharmed. NHL grabs Jeff from behind and hits him with a nothern lights suplex. NHL keeps a bridge as one of the referees get down to count it...)

FJ: "...ONE...TWO..- Damn! Dark Warrior kicked out!"

HS: "This match is full of close falls and plenty of beating to make any normal man cry."

FJ: "I'd say...I hurt just by looking at them."

(NHL then picks up Jeff and again, he grabs him from behind and hits him with a German suplex. NHL lets go of Christianson after the contact and he bounces to the left of the stage. NHL gets to his feet and grabs Jeff by his collar and brings him to his feet. NHL walks with Jeff over to the water tank and shoves Jeff's head between his legs. NHL wraps his arms around Jeff's body and lifts for a powerbomb, but Jeff blocks it! NHL lifts again, but Jeff blocks again. Jeff then stands up, back body dropping NHL into the harbor-like water tank!)

HS: "NHL is in the tank!"

FJ: "Oh man, I'm sure Henry is just so furious right now."

(NHL floats to the top and is boiling mad. He starts to splash Jeff, but Jeff just side steps most of the splashes. Christianson starts to openly laugh right into NHL's face as NHL in the water. NHL's facial expression changes from pissed off to a huge smile as he flips off Christianson. Jeff stops smiling, curious as to why he's smiling, but then he sees NHL grab the chain and before he can grab it to get equal force on it, NHL has already pulled Jeff forwards and the Dark Warrior takes a head first dive into the huge tank of water.)

FJ: "Now who's laughing?"

HS: "Two men in a tank of water that absolutely hate each other. This won't be good."

(Henry and Jeff are now in a tank of water, which is definitely a bad combination. Jeff starts to swim towards NHL, but Henry tries to splash Jeff's advances away. As the Dark Warrior gets closer, Henry turns around and swims towards the edge of the tank. Jeff is able to get close to NHL, but NHL just kicks Jeff in the face to delay his advances. As NHL is swimming, he gets yanked backwards and then Jeff lunges towards him and grabs him from behind. Jeff starts to dunk NHL under the water by his throat.)

CHRISTIANSON: "TAP!"

FJ: "Is Dark Warrior trying to make NHL tap out before he drowns?"

HS: "That's such a brilliant strategy, let's just hope that Henry doesn't drown."

FJ: "I don't even think Henry can even hear him."

HS: "If that's the case, that could work against Christianson."

(NHL struggles to get some air, and when he does, he's only able to get only a gasp before he's shoved under water. Jeff let's go of NHL and slowly floats away. Jeff is in intense pain and both his arms are not visible above the surface of the water. A camera cuts to the side of the clear tank of water and Jeff appears to be holding his groin.)

FJ: "I guess that's a good way to get someone to stop drowning you."

(NHL gasps for air as he swims towards the edge of the tank. He lifts himself out and sits on the stage looking at Christianson still in the water. NHL pulls on his chain as he's catching his breath and pulls Dark Warrior towards him. NHL gets up and walks backwards while holding the chain, pulling Jeff out of the tank. Once out of the tank, Jeff lies on his stomach, propping himself up by his elbows. NHL brushes some excess water from his black wrestling pants and runs up to Jeff and kicks him in the ribs. Jeff bounces back about a foot, holding his ribs. NHL wraps the chain around Jeff's ankles and bends his legs back. NHL then wraps some of the excess chain around Jeff's right arm and NHL locks in the Penalty.)

HS: "NHL has the Penalty locked in!"

FJ: "What a neat variation! It's like he jus hog tied Christianson and just applied the necessary pressure."

(As NHL applies more pressure, Jeff screams as he tries to wave his arms to get free from the hold. His right arm is twisted around his back and behind NHL's head, so it's virtually useless. The left arm is his only shot, as he swings it about like a madman. NHL keeps the pressure locked in, waiting for Jeff to tap out so he can retain his titles. Jeff starts to scream as he starts to shake his left hand. He almost taps, but he stops himself and he clenches that left hand into a fist. He slams it down on the stage and then he swings it right around his head and connects between the eyes of NHL. NHL releases enough pressure so that Jeff can writhe out of the position he's in and he punches NHL in the face again. Henry releases all pressure and Jeff mule kicks NHL back a few feet. As Jeff unwraps his legs from the chains, we click over to the ring as we see Brian Stevens and C-Rock in a collar and elbow.)

HS: "It's strange to see these two men in a move that normally sets up a match's first move."

FJ: "So what. At least they're beating the hell out of each other."

(C-Rock is able to get the upper hand and he whips Stevens into the ropes. Stevens aims for a clothesline, but C-Rock ducks and follow Stevens to the ropes. C-Rock hits a successful spinebuster on Stevens after he had nowhere else to go since C-Rock was so close. With Stevens on the mat, C-Rock wraps some chain around his right fist and he punches Stevens in the chest. Brian yelps from the chain on skin shot and C-Rock smiles as he drives another shot into the chest of Stevens. C-Rock lands a few more shots and then dismounts Brian and slides out of the ring. Brian gets up, holding his chest, and he follows C-Rock out of the ring. Stevens pushes C-Rock and he lands on the time keeper's table. Stevens gets nearer to C-Rock, and then *DING!*, C-Rock cracks Stevens in the head with the ring bell! Stevens steps back a few steps and then he falls over. C-Rock brings Brian to his feet and then he sets him up for a fisherman's suplex, which connects on the mats outside of the ring. C-Rock rolls backwards and tries a pinfall...)

HS: "...ONE...TWo.- Oh! Stevens gets the shoulder up!"

FJ: "I guess that wasn't enough to put the Sensation away."

HS: "C-Rock must try something different in order to get the opportunity to put his opponent away."

(While this is going on, we turn back to Jeff and Henry, who are now backstage now and are seen battling on the AWATron. Jeff is guiding NHL down a hallway littered with techincal equipment and then he slams NHL's head off a table full of wires and bolts. NHL holds his face as Jeff brings him down the hallway some more. We can hear a squishing sound as these two men move down the small corridors as their boots are still soaked with water. Jeff whips NHL into a wall and NHL slumps down to the floor, looking exhausted from this battle. Jeff gets some length of chain and swings it towards NHL's head, but NHL ducks at the last minute and Jeff's put the chain through the dry wall.)

FJ: "Why is there dry wall in the arena? I thought the walls were made of concrete blocks."

HS: "...I...don't know...Frank...(whispers)shut up."

FJ: "What, I couldn't hear you."

HS: "I said Jeff's chain is stuck in the wall."

FJ: "HAHA!"

(Christianson tries to remove the chain from the wall, NHL gets up and side kicks Jeff in the ribs. NHL punches Jeff in the head a few times and then he walks to find a chair and goes to grab it, but comes a few inches short. NHL grabs the collar and then turns around to see Jeff laughing as NHL's stuck in the wall as well. NHL turns and tries to grab the chair again, but comes a few inches short. NHL kicks the chair, but it falls the opposite way. NHL drops to his back and uses his legs to try to grab the chair while it's on the ground. He's almost got it, just a little bit more. As soon as NHL's foot has made contact with the chair and he's sliding it towards him, he gets walloped in the chest with some chain. The camera pans up and we see that Jeff's finally gotten his chain out from the wall. He picks NHL up off the ground and slams him against the wall. The referees look at this and the one actually starts to make a pinfall count, much to the surprise of the Dark Warrior himself...)

HS: "Strange pin attempt here...ONE...TWO...TH- AW! NHL moved away from the wall."

FJ: "I guess when pinfalls count anywhere, I guess they mean anywhere."

(NHL elbows Christianson in the face with a desperate move. NHL also goes for another desperate move and he knees Jeff in the groin. Christianson falls to the ground, holding his hurting genetalia. NHL sneaks off to grab the chair he's wanted for such a long time and he finally grabs it. With Jeff down on his knees, NHL swings the chair down onto Jeff's back so hard that Jeff just falls flat down onto the ground. NHL swings down again onto Jeff's back. NHL tosses the chair once he's satisfied and then he grabs the chain and starts to drag him around the back hallway area. NHL stops and he picks Jeff up.)

NHL: "Hey Jeff, want some coffee?"

(NHL picks up a coffee dispenser and spills it over Jeff. We can see the steam coming from Jeff's body as he shriek's from the pain of the hot coffee.)

NHL: "Stupid people sued McDonald's because they got second degree burns from coffee. If only you are less fortunate. Want some milk with that coffee?"

(NHL crushes a small half and half container in his hand and the liquid drips down on Christianson's head.)

NHL: "I always put sugar in my coffee or tea. You want one lump or two?"

(NHL pauses, as if waiting for an answer.)

NHL: "I would assume you have a sweet tooth, so I'll go with two lumps."

(Henry drops to his knees and delivers to straight and stiff right hands to Jeff's face.)

NHL: "What's the matter, Jeff? You don't like your tea? It's impolite to not talk to someone when they're talking to you."

(Henry picks Jeff up off the ground and shoves his head between his legs. NHL looks around and then spots something. He lifts Jeff into the air and runs towards something and then drops Jeff down into a running powerbomb straight through a table! NHL brushes away some pieces of table and covers Jeff...)

HS: "This could be it!"

FJ: "I doubt it."

HS: "ONE...TWO...THR- OH! Oh my! That was such a close count, but Jeff got his shoulder off the floor and broken table before the three could be fully counted."

FJ: "Figures Jeff would show this type of attitude at such a big event."

HS: "Why, because he wants to win the Tag Team titles and cement his name in AWA history?"

FJ: "Relax, man. I just want to see carnage. I'll take what I can get."

(Meanwhile, back in the arena, we see that C-Rock and Brian Stevens have spilled into the crowd. Security is desperately trying to keep the people away as Brian and C-Rock fight back and forth, throwing lefts and rights. Stevens kicks C-Rock in the gut and hits a DDT on the solid concrete! Stevens turns around and he spots something shining. He runs over and snatches it to see that it's a replica version of the AWA's No Limit Championship. Stevens smiles from previous memories and then he swings it down onto C-Rock's back. The false leather whipping and tearing into C-Rock's already red back.)

HS: "First a Singapore cane, and now a replica title?"

FJ: "Hey, like I said, I'll take what I can get."

(As Stevens and C-Rock battle, the crowd around them turn their attention to something else. On the AWATron, we notice that NHL and Jeff are now moving their way back into the arena, only a few sections away. Some of the security have moved the surrounding people out of the immediate area as Jeff Christianson cracks a DDT on the concrete steps on poor Nathaniel Henry Lee. Henry rolls onto his stomach as he gets booed by the surrounding people. Jeff picks NHL up by his head and then applies a piledriver on NHL onto the concrete steps. NHL rolls down a few rows, but Jeff is able to stop it by using his chain. He crawls over to NHL and makes a cover...)

HS: "Another cover. I'm sure this has to be it...ONE...TWO...TH- WHAT! NHL kicked out again! Wow, he's taken such a beating, and he's still asking for more."

FJ: "And this is a battle over the AWA Tag Team Championships. Damage, Inc. are trying to prove that they deserve to hang with the best and the best are trying to get better, having 4 title reigns, tying the Lone Star Outlaws."

HS: "There is a lot on the line, and these superstars are giving it their all."

(Only a couple sections away, C-Rock is seen back body dropping Stevens across a few rows. The people have scattered, and Stevens hangs on two chairs and his arm stuck in one of the folding areas. Stevens removes his arm from the chair and rolls backwards and sits on one of the seats, facing the opposite way. Stevens sees C-Rock advancing towards him, but doesn't move. C-Rock gets close and then swings a fist forwards, but Stevens pulls out a surprise and whips a length of chain across the face of C-Rock. C-Rock instantly hits the ground and Stevens sighs with relief, then loses balance and falls backwards. While those two are sort of dazed, the camera switches over to NHL and Jeff Christianson, who are recovering in a set of seats themselves. NHL gets up and picks up Christianson in a pump handle like hold and walks down the steps. NHL walks past Stevens and C-Rock and laughs to himself as he slowly carries a somewhat unconscious Jeff Christianson.)

HS: "Jeff still seems to be knocked out from that DDT NHL just delivered."

FJ: "I wouldn't be too surprised if he's dead, because those two fell at least three feet below from where they originally where, adding about two feet to their original stance. Jeff's head hit that concrete hard and it seems that NHL isn't done with him yet."

HS: "There's so much chaos and so much destruction. There are bodies lying all over the place, damaged property, damaged seats, and there is so much going on, we can't keep up with it."

FJ: "Maybe next time we can just show this in split screen for the entire match. I mean, it's sort of too late now, but maybe next time we have a match like this."

(As NHL is walking with the Dark Warrior on his shoulder, Jeff suddenly awakens and slips off NHL's shoulder, while grasping onto his body. Jeff has NHL upside down and Jeff sits down and plants a spike piledriver on NHL. Jeff goes for a cover...)

HS: "What a reversal! ONE...TWO...TH- Not again! NHL kicked out, I cannot believe it!"

FJ: "I think someone needs to be killed and then someone pins the dead body for the pinfall."

HS: "Man, this is some match. These two teams are putting on one hell of a show tonight for the great fans here in the AOL Arena in Hamburg, Germany."

(Jeff slams his hands down on the concrete and then he tries to get up to his feet. Jeff gets up and starts to drag NHL with him towards the back again. NHL starts to wake up, and he moves his arms. He pulls on the chain to try to stop his voyage, but Jeff still treks on. NHL turns onto his stomach and gets to his feet and charges Jeff with a clothesline, but Jeff ducks. NHL turns around, but is met with a boot to the knee and then gets hit with a dragon suplex. Jeff continues on until he stops at his destination. Behind some of the bleacher seats, there is a ladder, something that Christianson brings out into the open.)

HS: "He's got a ladder!"

FJ: "How did he know that was there?"

HS: "Beats the hell out of me."

(Christianson pulls out the ladder and slams it down on NHL's body. NHL writhes in pain, but doesn't move much. Dark Warrior sets the ladder up next to Henry's body and starts to climb the ten foot ladder. Near the top, Jeff has to turn around, or else he will be weighed down by NHL's body. He looks down at his opponent and he leaps off the ladder, showing frog splash, but hitting leg drop instead. As soon as Jeff makes contact, he rolls off NHL and he favors his ass from the fall. NHL just lies there motionless from the assault.)

HS: "Cover him Jeff!"

FJ: "No, DW, just sit there and make the pain go away."

HS: "If Christianson can pin Lee, then it's over and Bad Blood win the titles."

FJ: "But if he pins NHL, then the match is over and I'll miss out on more carnage."

HS: "But the Iron Man match is next though."

FJ: "Oh...yeah, Jeff, you can pin him now if you wanted to."

(Dark Warrior starts to slide across the concrete towards NHL. With each movement of progress towards NHL, he can taste tag team glory once again. He slides an arm across NHL's chest and a referee is there to make the pinfall...)

HS: "Count it! ONE...TWO...THR- NO! Damn!"

FJ: "Yes! NHL got the shoulder up!"

HS: "What does Christianson have to do to put NHL away?"

FJ: "I don't know, but I'm sure NHL thought the same thing whenever he tried to pin him before."

(As Christianson and Lee recover from their run in with the ladder and the floor, Stevens and C-Rock have now made it back to the ring. C-Rock has the Regulator locked in on Stevens, but Stevens counters it into a back body drop. When C-Rock hits the mat, Stevens falls to his knees, clearly exhausted, and falls onto his face. C-Rock is just lying in the ring, looking up at the lights.)

HS: "And it appears that the tanks are almost on 'E' for C-Rock and Stevens."

FJ: "They've been battling just as hard as Christianson and NHL, maybe a little bit more."

HS: "I don't think it's been a little bit more, but it's pretty damn close."

(The cameras change back to Dark Warrior and NHL and we see that Jeff has Henry back on his feet. Christianson kicks NHL in the gut and then tries for an Unprettier. He gets NHL set up for it, but spins around and hits a reverse DDT on Christianson. NHL drags Jeff to his feet and then he kicks him in the gut and lifts him up into the air, in a set up for the SlapShot. Jeff slips down and lands behind NHL and then lifts NHL up into the air and brings him down to the mat in a reverse brainbuster.)

HS: "I think Christianson just reversed NHL's own SlapShot into a reversed version of it!"

FJ: "What?!"

(With NHL on the ground, Jeff wraps some of the chain around NHL's right leg and then he hooks in an ankle lock. NHL sits on his stomach and starts to writhe in pain as Jeff goes to work on his ankle. NHL looks like he's ready to tap, but he spins around and pushes Jeff off his foot, but Jeff comes back again and grabs it again. Jeff then applies more pressure and then drops to the concrete floor. He grapevines the ankle lock, while also applying more pressure with the chains. NHL is now screaming in pain as he's trying to free himself of the hold, but Dark Warrior shows no sign of letting go. NHL starts to roll from side to side, trying to get some momentum, but he can't. NHL drops his back to the concrete, but the referee starts to count a three count. NHL quickly shoots of the concrete and onto his side, but Jeff doesn't let go.)

HS: "Whoa! NHL has been in that ankle lock for almost two minutes now, and he's still not giving up!"

FJ: "Man, that's what I call dedication."

(NHL sits there, his right hand raised into the air, almost ready to tap out. NHL then clenches his fist, and brings it slowly to the concrete, re-thinking his decision. As NHL tries to wiggle out, a loud *CRACK!* is heard and the pressure around NHL's ankle disappears. NHL looks over his shoulder and notices that Brian Stevens is there with an unconscious C-Rock in tow. Stevens drops the chair onto the ground and points to it. NHL looks up at Stevens and extends his hand, and Brian helps him to his feet.)

HS: "Man, Brian Stevens came out of NOWHERE with the save."

FJ: "And I think Jeff's brain is just scambled noodles."

(NHL and Brian convene in a little huddle. When they come out, they set their eyes on C-Rock. Stevens grabs the chair and crashes Jeff Christianson in the head again to make sure he's not going to move. Stevens then tosses the deformed chair on the ground and points towards C-Rock. NHL picks C-Rock up to his feet and he kicks him in the gut. NHL lifts C-Rock into the air, preparing for a SlapShot...)

HS: "What? NHL can't do that! He's put Poppa out of wrestling for good! Cynder of the Carnival is out of action for a while and now he plans on putting C-Rock down on a chair on top of concrete??!!"

FJ: "Man, NHL's got him in the air, and he connects!"

HS: "Oh no...C-Rock may be dead after the power of the move like that. He's convulsing as NHL covers for a pin."

FJ: "HAHA! Stevens is laughing. The cover...ONE...TWO...THREE!!"

HS: "Not like this! Damn! It seems that Henry and Brian have done it again. They have beaten Bad Blood and now the score is Damage, Inc. 2, Bad Blood 1. Damage, Inc. is the first time to beat Bad Blood twice, and I'm sure that has to count for something."

FJ: "It does. That means that in a few years, we'll be talking about how great of a tag team Damage, Inc. have become."

(The referees hand Damage, Inc. their AWA Tag Team Champinship belts. NHL raises his over his head as he disconnects the heavy chain from his dog collar. Brian Stevens removes his dog collar all together and has one of the referees on hand put his title belt on around his waist. "Damage, Inc." by Metallica hovers throughout the arena as Damage, Inc. slowly walk into the back some of the referees check on the condition of C-Rock and Jeff Christianson.)

HS: "Ladies and gentlemen, it has been one of the greatest nights in AWA history, and history is what will be written in our next match, the 60-minute Iron Man Match for the AWA World Heavyweight title."

(A highlight video airs, showing Whisper beating Low at King of the Kage to advance to the finals and ultimately win the World title against Schizm. We then see scenes of Whisper attacking Low in London, Low trying to get even at The Farm, President Gray's zero tolerance ruling, and finally their verbal confrontations and the controversial scenes backstage that took place in Germany. We then return to Herb and Frank.)

FJ: "Sixty minutes, one hour. Whisper wants to defend the World title for the first time on pay-per-view, Low wants to regain the title he claims he never lost for the eighth time. And let's not forget that he won this very title in an Iron Man Match against Mortis Valley in 2003."

HS: "But we also shouldn't forget that Low's AWA career will be on the line here as well. President Gray told Low he'd have to win here tonight in order to avoid an investigation of the backstage incident last week here in Hamburg. Should this investigation take place, Low would be suspended at least for its duration."

(The arena darkens and the fans begin to cheer as Iggy Pop's "Drink New Blood" begins to play. Lights in all colors flash across the arena. The fans explode as Low makes his way out from the back. Instead of his usual black gear, he wears white boots, kneepads and trunks. His fists are taped up about halfway up his forearm and a black 8 is drawn onto his right taped fist. Low turns his head to the right, then to the left as three huge firework fountains go off behind him. He then makes his way down the ramp with a determined look on his face.)

HS: "This man has been the World Heavyweight Champion for a record seven times. He has just been voted the Wrestler of the Year. He is wrestling his fourth match at an AWA Classic event, defeating Jack Happy and Drake Hyde in 2001, wrestling Mortis Valley to a no-contest in 2002 and defeating Snakebite in 2003. Tonight he tries to add to his legend by showing that he can hang with this generation's top stars."

FJ: "Although he did have his problems with Lasiewicz and NHL lately."

(Low finally reaches the ring and walks up the stairs. He climbs into the ring and then nods at the crowd. Low's music dies down and the entrance way begins filling with smoke. The screen lights up with static. The lights drop to blue and a drum beat starts with various other instruments. Finger Eleven's "The Last Scene of Struggling" is the song. As the lyrics starts, images start appearing on the screen, replacing the static... the words are quick... The images are of various destructions... pictures of war... nazi marches... 9/11 pictorials... people crying... burned... dying...)

The static grows...

And kills the message...

Unclear as the wind blows...

Thin whispers through all the wreckage...

You said you planned to fail...

Looking so safe but sorry...

So be sure to bang the nail... <ü>And seal the exit out!

(There is a scream in the background of the song echoing "out". The images on the screen are cycling faster and faster.)

Feel the way...

(Another scream, this one with a blast of wind from backstage, blowing the smoke outward. On that same gust of wind comes Whisper. The image on the screen is the classic image of the atomic bomb exploding. It flashes the word "Whisper".)

Through your Revelation...

(Whisper walks out of the smoke with a purposed-filled stride. Halfway down the ramp, he drops the trenchcoat off his back.)

FJ: "Ladies and gentlemen, YOUR World Heavyweight Champion!"

HS: "Whisper won the title on July 3rd, beating Andreas Lasiewicz, Low and Schizm all in one night. He is also a former Cruiserweight and Television Champion, as well as the head of EUD Managment. This is his second match at an AWA Classic, as he defeated Javex Valerius and The Fish in 2003. This has truly been one of the greatest comebacks in AWA history, Frank."

FJ: "Yeah, but look at those idiotic German fans. This is one of their own, yet they boo him! And where is Justin?"

HS: "I have received word that Justin has been banned from ringside by President Gray as punishment for his involvement in Whisper's attempt to trick Low back in Berlin."

(Whisper reaches the apron and climbs to the outside of the ropes. He pauses to look around at the arena, then climbs in. He takes the belt off his waist and displays it to the booing crowd. He then looks at Low and, with a slight grin, pats the belt.)

HS: "The rules for this Iron Man Match are as follows. Low and Whisper will wrestle for sixty minutes. Whoever gains more falls during that time period will be declared the winner and AWA World Champion, regardless if these falls occurred via pinfall, submission, count out or disqualification."

(Whisper's music dies down and he hands the referee the title belt, who holds it into the air to a round of applause. Low and Whisper stand opposite each other, about two feet apart. Low extends his hand to Whisper, and Whisper shakes it. The referee calls for the bell.)

HS: "A fair gesture to open this match, even though Low and Whisper are known for breaking the rules when it suits them."

FJ: "Yeah, but they still highly respect each other, as was evident at the end of King of the Kage."

(Low and Whisper immediately lock up in an elbow and collar tie up, with neither man getting an advantage, so they break up the lock. They go for it again, and this time Low is able to use his strength advantage to back Whisper up against the ropes. The referee calls for a clean break and both men do as they are told. Low takes a few steps back into the middle of the ring. The two men lock up for a second time, and again Low gains the advantage, but Whisper is able to counter into a side headlock. He applies enough pressure to force Low onto one knee.)

FJ: "Such an unspectacular hold, such a strong effect."

HS: "But Low is already up again."

(Low is indeed back on his feet. He hits a few elbows to Whisper's ribs, but Whisper doesn't release the headlock. Low then picks Whisper up and goes for a belly-to-back suplex, but Whisper is able to roll over and land behind Low and on his feet. He then grabs Low in a waistlock and pushes him towards the ropes, but Low holds on to them and Whisper rolls backwards into the middle of the ring. Low runs at him and goes for a clothesline, but Whisper ducks. As Whisper turns around, though, he is greeted by a LOUD knife edge chop to the chest.)

FJ: "Wooooooo!"

HS: "That's what the 60.000 in attendance said as well!"

(Low hits another chop to Whisper's chest, but Whisper counters with a chop of his own. Whisper hits a second chop, with the same response from the crowd. Whisper goes for a third chop, but this time Low ducks and then nails Whisper with a right fist to the head. He Irish whips him into the ropes but can't catch Whisper, as the more agile World Champion baseball slides between Low's legs. As Low turns around, Whisper grounds him with a drop toe hold and then immediately floats over to apply the side headlock again.)

HS: "This is obviously a feeling out period, as neither men seems to be in a rush."

FJ: "And why should they, they have still close to an hour left to go."

(Whisper pulls back on the side headlock, but Low makes his back to his feet. Whisper, however, is able to flip him over and onto the mat, but Low counters into a head scissors. Whisper frees himself by nipping up, immediately applying the side headlock again and flipping Low to the mat one more time, but Low frees himself with the head scissors again. Whisper goes for the side headlock yet again and flips Low over for the third time. This time he is able to move his head forward so that Low cannot apply the head scissors again.)

HS: "Some classic counter wrestling here."

FJ: "It is interesting to see that Whisper is able to match hold for hold with Low yet again."

(Low finally makes his way to his knees, but Whisper holds on to the side headlock. Low works his way back to his feet, hitting the occasional elbow to Whisper's stomach. The taller Low is finally able to back Whisper up against the ropes, but Whisper doesn't break the hold immediately. The referee warns him and administers the count. Whisper releases it at four, but suddenly Low grabs Whisper's arm, pulls him to the mat into a Fujiwara armbar and then reaches around to apply the All-Time Low!)

FJ: "That's his new finisher!"

HS: "The All-Time Low!"

(Whisper struggles briefly, but is soon able to put his foot onto the bottom rope, forcing Low to break the hold. Whisper is on his knees now and Low is a few steps away, taunting him by making the "So close!" motion with his thumb and index finger.)

HS: "It really can be that close."

FJ: "That's right, all you need is that one fall, one submission, and then avoid getting beaten the rest of the match."

(Low and Whisper are about to lock up again, but suddenly Whisper moves in and rakes Low's eyes to the boos of the crowd. With Low momentarily distracted, Whisper goes into the ropes and then hits a dropkick to Low's left knee, sending him to the mat.)

FJ: "Smart move there by the Champ."

HS: "Of course, Whisper is one of the most intelligent World Champions in AWA history."

FJ: "Oh, so now you're a fan of him, too, huh?"

HS: "I'm a broadcast journalist, I'm nobody's fan, but I won't deny Whisper his obvious skills. Working over Low's leg will help him if Low tries to apply the Low Profile, and it also softens it for kein Entweichen."

(Whisper now works over Low's leg by simply stomping it, but Low is able to to get back up. Whisper suddenly goes into the ropes and then nails Low with a front dropkick right to the chin, sending Low down. Whisper then nips up and looks into the crowd, which boos him almost out of the building.)

FJ: "A first burst of energy from Whisper."

HS: "But both men are smartly pacing themselves."

(As Low returns to his feet Whisper goes into the ropes again, but Low is able to catch him and send him down with a deep Steamboat-like arm drag. Whisper quickly returns to his feet, but Low hits a second deep arm drag, followed by a third one. He then takes Whisper down with a Fujiwara again, but before he can apply another All-Time Low, Whisper rolls over and out, then applies another side headlock. Low, however, goes to Irish whip Whisper into the corner, but Whisper reverses and sends Low into the corner instead. Whisper immediately tries to follow up with a running shoulder thrust, but Low sidesteps him and Whisper hits his shoulder on the steel ringpost.)

HS: "And Whisper hangs in the ropes."

FJ: "This could have been a deciding mistake, as Low is surely going to use this mishap to work towards the..."

HS: "LOW STANDARD!"

(As Whisper is staggering out of the corner Low applies the crossface chicken wing to set up the Low Standard. He gets the chicken wing, but Whisper is able to avoid being pushed to the ground. Instead he reaches around and breaks the chicken wing with a snap mare. As Low returns to his feet, Whisper goes for an enziguri, but Low ducks and Whisper lands on his stomach. Low immediately gets down and goes for the All-Time Low again, but Whisper is able to roll Low over and cover him for 1..... 2..... kick out. Both men back up and Low with a small package gets 1..... 2..... kick out. Whisper then grabs Low and covers him with a backslide, getting 1..... 2..... kick out. Whisper pulls Low's legs out from under him and then rolls over for a cover and gets 1..... 2....., but Low is able to lift his shoulders and bridge out of the cover. Using all his strength, he powers himself up, spins around and then takes Whisper down with a backslide of his own. 1..... 2..... but Whisper grabs the bottom rope. Low grabs Whisper in a side headlock and then flips him down. Both of Whisper's shoulders are on the mat and Low gets 1..... but Whisper immediately lifts his shoulder up and gets back to his knees. Whisper pulls Low's trunks halfway down and then rolls him up in a school boy for 1..... 2..... kick out. Both men are back up, but Whisper suddenly drops to one knee and hits Low with a low blow. As the referee warns him, Whisper grabs Low and then nails him with a facebuster to his own knee.)

HS: "A great counter for counter sequence until Whisper had to ruin it with his cheating."

FJ: "Oh, come on, Herb, Low would have done the same if Whisper hadn't been quicker. Besides, Whisper's got a referee's warning, so he needs to be more careful now."

HS: "Both men know how important an early advantage can be, and they tried to gain it with that succession of pinfall attempts. Whisper finally got it with that illegal low blow."

FJ: "Illegal, but effective."

HS: "Almost ten minutes have passed, and neither man has gained a clear advantage."

(Whisper is once again stomping away at Low's left leg, before grabbing it, pulling it up and then stomping the knee onto the mat. Whisper pulls Low's leg up again and repeats the knee stomp for a second time. Low rolls onto his back, but Whisper immediately picks up the leg again and then just twists Low's left ankle and leg, while putting his foot down on Low's right leg, disabling him from using either leg.)

FJ: "See, Whisper doesn't have to wait for Low to make a mistake, he just does what needs to be done."

HS: "And again, I never took that way from him. After all, he IS the AWA World Champion."

(After a few more moments, Whisper releases the hold and drops an elbow on Low's left leg, then a second one and a third one. He stays in that position and wrenches back on Low's ankle, applying another leglock. Low, however, shows he isn't too shy to cheat himself and gets free by raking Whisper's eyes. Both men are back up and Low picks Whisper up for a bodyslam, but Whisper struggles free and slides down Low's back, landing behind him. He then drops down and hits a shoulder block right into Low's left knee.)

FJ: "I'd say Whisper's bending of the rules paid off way more than Low's, don't you think, Herb?"

HS: "Shut up, Frank."

(Whisper grabs Low's leg again, spins around and goes for a figure four leglock, but Low reaches up and rolls Whisper over into a cradle. He gets 1..... 2..... kick out. As Low sits on the mat, Whisper just charges at him and hits a stiff kick into Low's face, drawing a loud "OOOOOH!" from the crowd.)

FJ: "That one looked nasty."

(Low is rolling around the mat, holding his face, while Whisper puts on an arrogant smile. Whisper pulls Low up and Irish whips him into the ropes. Whisper himself goes off into the opposite ropes and then connects with a high knee right into Low's face again. He covers and gets 1..... 2..... and a kick out.)

HS: "It seems like Whisper is switching tactics now."

FJ: "Well, by working the legs he sets up kein Entweichen, by working Low's head he sets up the Eavesdrop, so it's longterm planning. It can't hurt to weaken several bodyparts."

(Whisper pulls Low up, hooks his head and then hits a swinging neckbreaker. He covers again and gets 1..... 2..... and another kick out.)

HS: "Whisper is trying to gain that first pinfall, and Low really needs to get back into this match now."

(Whisper kicks Low into the ribs a few times, forcing him to roll onto his stomach. He then applies a hammerlock on the downed Low, but Low is able to make it back to his knees, then finally his feet. He tries to elbow out of the hammerlock, but Whisper suffocates any offense with a series of nasty punches to Low's neck and upper back area.)

HS: "Whisper is really intense here and he seems to have found a way to keep Low on the offense by switching tactics as he goes along."

(Just as Herb finishes that sentence, Low is able to grab Whisper's head and send him into a sitting position using a snapmare. Low takes a few steps back and then nails a stiff kick into Whisper's back. Low walks around Whisper and then goes for another kick, this time to the chest, but Whisper quickly ducks, grabs Low's leg, pulls him down and applies an ankle lock. Low screams in pain as Whisper works his leg even more.)

FJ: "We may have our first submission here."

HS: "Whisper's tactic so far has paid off, as Low's leg is weakened."

(Low tries to reach the ropes, but Whisper pulls him back into the middle of the ring. Low tries to fight out of the ankle lock, but to no avail. Whisper is screaming as he uses all his strength to apply the ankle lock.)

HS: "About fifteen minutes into this match Low appears to be on the verge of tapping out."

FJ: "As well he should, if only to avoid a permanent injury to the leg that will put him at a disadvantage for the remainder of the match."

(Suddenly, though, Low is able to roll over and the momentum sends Whisper through the ropes and out of the ring. He is quickly back in, however, but Low surprises him with a kick to the gut and the Low Stunner!)

HS: "Low Stunner! Low hit the Low Stunner!"

FJ: "He covers!"

(Low covers and gets 1..... 2..... 3! NO! Whisper grabs the bottom rope again. The fans boo, but Low is back on his feet, limping a little. He grabs Whisper by the feet and drags him into the middle of the ring. He apparently sets Whisper up for the Low Profile, but Whisper manages to push Low off and into the referee.)

FJ: "And down goes the ref."

HS: "I think their heads bumped together."

FJ: "Look at this, it's Justin!"

(And indeed, Whisper's manager in training runs to ringside against President Gray's orders. However, he just hands Whisper something and then runs back up the ramp. Low tries to revive the referee and he seems to be okay. As Low walks towards Whisper, Whisper suddenly jumps up and nails Low with a right fist, sending him down to the mat. Whisper drops to his knees and drapes one arm across Low's chest. The referee counts 1..... 2..... but suddenly, he stops the count, as he sees Whisper holding a pair of brass knuckles in his right hand.)

FJ: "Why doesn't that stupid referee count?"

HS: "Because he caught Whisper cheating! A rare mistake from the Champ as he covered Low with the very hand he used to knock him down."

FJ: "And out."

(Whisper and the referee are arguing, but as the ref warns Whisper and tells him he'll disqualify him, Whisper finally hands him the brass knuckles. Low has used this argument to recover and as Whisper turns around, Low hits him with a superkick. He covers Whisper and gets 1..... 2..... and a close kickout. Low keeps the advantage by hitting another chop to Whisper's chest, then Irish whipping him into the ropes. He goes for a backdrop, but Whisper counters with a sunset flip. The cover gets 1..... and a quick kickout. Both men are back up and Low goes for a clothesline, but Whisper ducks and goes into the ropes. Low, however, catches him and attempts a 360 backbreaker, but Whisper lands his feet. He lifts Low up for a tombstone piledriver, but Low is able to shift his weight and slide off Whisper's shoulder, landing behind the World Champion. As Whisper turns around, Low connects with a kick to the stomach and then sets Whisper up for a power bomb. He lifts him up, but Whisper is able to counter into a huracanrana.)

FJ: "Good counter by the Champ."

HS: "And Low is dizzy."

(As Low staggers towards Whisper, Whisper returns the favor by kicking Low into the stomach. He grabs his head, spins around and hits a spinning DDT. Whisper covers and gets 1..... 2..... kickout. Both men are back up and suddenly Low nails Whisper with a loud slap across the face!)

FJ: "WHOA!"

HS: "What a sign of disrespect!"

FJ: "I thought he respected him?"

HS: "I'm sure there is a tactic behind it."

(Whisper retaliates with a series of forearms to Low's head, but Low counters with a series of forearms of his own. Whisper hits a chop and then a series of fists to Low's head, but once again Low counters using the same moves. Whisper is finally able to block a punch and then punch Low into the stomach. Whisper rolls past Low and goes into the ropes. Low ducks Whisper's clothesline attempt, kicks him in the gut and hooks his head. He lifts him up for an implant DDT, but Whisper counters, spins himself and Low around, hooks Low's arms and hits the Eavesdrop!)

FJ: "Eavesdrop! Whisper might finally win his first fall!"

(Whisper covers and gets 1..... 2..... and now Low reaches the ropes to break the count. Whisper shows first signs of frustration.)

HS: "A little over twenty minutes have passed, yet neither men has been able to gain a fall over the other."

FJ: "Both men have hit some of their signature moves and holds, but both have been able to counter them."

(Whisper takes a breather while waiting for Low to get back up. Low is still shaken from taking the Eavesdrop. As he finally regains his footing, Whisper charges at him and hits him with a running calf kick. He then pulls Low up and whips him into the ropes, but Low is able to counter by ducking and hitting a German suplex.)

FJ: "Listen to the crowd!"

HS: "Of course, it's a German suplex in Germany!"

(Low rests for a few moments himself before pulling Whisper up. He reaches around the Champion's waist and hits a second German suplex.)

FJ: "And again."

HS: "That sort of impact can't be feeling to good for Whisper."

(Low pulls Whisper up again and hits a third German suplex, this time into a bridge. He gets 1..... 2..... kickout! Low immediately goes for the All-Time Low again, but Whisper is able to avoid it by hiding his head under his arms and brushing Low off. Low tries to apply the All-Time Low again, but to no avail. He then decides to simply pull back on the arm and apply the Fujiwara armbar.)

HS: "He was again going for the All-Time Low, but has settled for the Fujiwara for the time being. It will serve its purpose by either forcing Whisper to tap out or at least weakening his arm and shoulder for either the All-Time Low or the Low Standard."

(Whisper tries to reach the ropes to force a break, but is too far away from them. He manages to get to all fours, though, and roll over and to his feet. He picks Low up and sends him down with a bodyslam, but Low holds on to Whisper's arm and pulls him back to the mat. He moves legs across Whisper's chest and applies a cross armbar.)

HS: "Low's wrestling expertise is shining through here."

(Whisper manages to get up and roll Low up to get 1..... 2..... and a kickout. As Whisper approaches him, Low sends him down with a drop toehold before applying an ankle lock of his own!)

HS: "And Low is telling him 'I can do what you can do'!"

(Whisper is trying to reach the ropes, but Low pulls him back. As he does, though, Whisper turns onto his back and tries to push Low off with his legs, but Low holds on and is able to apply a figure four leglock.)

HS: "He is just tying him up in knots."

FJ: "And he is a master at working several bodyparts to set up a submission."

(Low is holding on to the figure four as Whisper tries to reach the ropes again, but he is once again too far away. Whisper tries to fight his way out of the hold, but Low sits up and applies more pressure, sending Whisper's shoulder to the mat in agony. The referee counts 1..... 2..... but Whisper gets the shoulder up.)

HS: "Whisper is in danger of having to submit OR being pinned."

(Whisper's shoulders go down again. 1..... 2..... the shoulder goes up. 1..... 2..... shoulder up. 1..... 2..... shoulder up again. Suddenly, Low rolls out of the figure four, grabs Whisper's legs and goes for the Low Profile! Whisper desperately tries to fight it, and finally he is able to grab the rope. Low waits for Whisper to stand up again, but as he does, a slightly limping Whisper charges Low, but Low ducks down, grabs Whisper's legs and rolls through to apply a rolling Boston crab. Once he has had locked in, he moves towards Whisper's neck and changes into an elevated Boston crab.)

HS: "And another submission hold."

FJ: "Low is really tying Whisper up now, but I am sure Whisper is already planning two steps ahead on what to do next."

(The two are closer to the ropes this time around and Whisper is able to reach them, forcing Low to break. As soon as Whisper lets go of the rope, though, Low grabs one of Whisper's legs, pulls him into the middle of the ring and applies an STF.)

FJ: "Yet another submission hold, but Whisper just doesn't submit!"

HS: "But he may be weakened enough for Low to cover him soon."

(Whisper uses his right arm to hit a series of elbows to Low's head and Low releases the STF. Low charges Whisper, but Whisper finally catches a break by kneeing Low into the gut. He then hooks the challenger's head and leg, lifts him up and sends him down with a fisherman buster. He holds on and the referee counts 1..... 2..... kickout! Whisper wastes no time and climbs to the top rope. He jumps off with a moonsault, but Low is able to get his knees up. Low then goes into the ropes and hits Whisper with a nasty lariat. Low covers and gets 1..... 2..... kickout. Low now pulls Whisper up and Irish whips him into the corner. Low follows with a clothesline into the corner and then hits a knife edge chop... Wooooo!... another one... Wooooo!... and another one that sends Whisper to the mat. As Whisper is sitting leaned against the turnbuckle, Low goes into the ropes on the other side of the ring and then just rakes his boot across Whisper's face.)

HS: "Oh, the facewash!"

(As Low approaches Whisper again, Whisper suddenly explodes out of the corner with a spear, but Low is able to hold on to Whisper as they hit the mat. He hooks his arm around Whisper's neck and his legs around Whisper's waist and applies a guillotine choke. Whisper, though, shifts his weight and covers Low for the 1..... 2..... but Low shifts his weight back and now has Whisper tight in the guillotine choke.)

HS: "Low is really showing his variety of submission holds tonight, ranging from more traditional holds to what some would call MMA holds."

FJ: "Yeah, but you saw what could happen if Low isn't careful with these holds, as Whisper almost got a pin on him."

(Whisper finally reaches the ropes with his legs, forcing the break. As Low releases the hold, Whisper shoots forward with a nasty forearm right across Low's face.)

HS: "Nasty shot from the World Champion."

FJ: "He's certainly gotten angry at Low's continued use of submission holds. He effectively put an end to that."

(Whisper waits for Low to get up. He then goes into the ropes and goes for another dropkick to Low's knee, but Low counters by just jumping into the air. Whisper is quickly up on his feet, however, and hits an enzugiri. He covers and gets only 1 as Low reaches the ropes. As Low gets back up, Whisper takes him back down with a headscissor takeover. Low staggers across the ring and Whisper seizes the opportunity to go for a springboard headscissor takeover. He then runs at Low, but Low catches him, spins around and hits a spinebuster. He holds on to the legs on goes for the Low Profile again, but Whisper rolls him up and gets 1..... 2..... kickout. Low goes into the ropes and goes for a lariat, but Whisper counters with a knee to Low's gut and then hits a half nelson facebuster.)

HS: "The pace has picked up considerably now with a little over thirty minutes gone."

(Whisper picks Low up and puts him onto his shoulders, but Low counters and rolls him up with a crucifix to get 1..... 2..... kickout. Low with a Yakuza kick attempt, but Whisper ducks and hits a knife edge chop. He lifts Low up on his shoulders again and then sends him down with the Feedback. He covers and gets 1..... 2..... kickout. Whisper pulls Low up and sends him into the ropes, but he ducks too early and Low counters with an elbow to Whisper's neck. With Whisper doubled over, Low puts Whisper's head between his legs, pulls him up and hits a piledriver. He covers and gets 1..... 2..... CLOSE kickout. Low now steps outside the ropes and heads up the turnbuckles.)

HS: "Low now with a rare top rope maneuver."

FJ: "Well, back when he debuted he took the air far more often than nowadays, but he still has a couple of effective moves off the ropes."

(Low comes off the ropes with a frog splash, but Whisper moves out of the way and Low lands on the mat with a loud thud. Whisper kicks Low into the ribs a few times, moving him closer to the corner. Whisper then steps outside the ring and onto the turnbuckle himself. With Low at his mercy, Whisper jumps off and hits a picture-perfect shooting star press. He covers and gets 1..... 2..... kickout.)

HS: "Whisper is certainly the more proficient wrestler when it comes to high risk maneuvers."

(Whisper pulls Low up, but Low hits a forearm to Whisper's face. Whisper counters with a forearm of his own, and now they engage in a real slugfest, exchanging forearms.)

FJ: "They're really laying into these forearms!"

HS: "And neither man is taking a step back!"

FJ: "Eight... nine... each hitting their tenth forearm now!"

(Whisper finally gets the advantage with a loud slap and three big fists to Low's head. Whisper quickly goes into the ropes and attempts a spinning heel kick, but Low ducks and goes into the ropes himself. Running at Whisper, he finally hits a big Yakuza kick. Low pulls Whisper up and Irish whips him into the ropes, but Whisper connects with a Yakuza kick of his own. Whisper then whips Low into the corner, but Low reverses and sends Whisper there. Low charges, but Whisper gets his knees up and Low staggers back several steps. Whisper hops onto the second turnbuckle, jumps off and hits a beautiful spinning huracanrana.)

FJ: "Big move by the Champ!"

(Whisper runs at Low and jumps for another huracanrana, but Low pushes Whisper off and behind himself, causing Whisper to crash into the turnbuckle. Low immediately follows up by ramming a knee into the cornered Whisper's back. Low then puts Whisper onto the top rope and follows him up there, setting him up for a superplex. Whisper, however, counters with a series of punches to Low's stomach, jumps off and hits a flying DDT off the top rope! The crowd erupts in a 'Holy shit!-chant.)

FJ: "He might have broken Low's neck!"

HS: "Low took a high risk by going for the top rope superplex, but the risk didn't pay off for him. Now Whisper has a huge advantage after this amazing jumping DDT off the top rope!"

(Whisper drapes his arm across Low's chest and gets 1..... 2..... and a kickout!)

HS: "Such an amazing move after close to forty minutes of action and yet Low kicked out! Say what you will, Frank, but both of these men are worthy of being in the main event at Classic 2005!"

FJ: "Of course they are, and there has never been any doubt."

HS: "We're almost two thirds into this Iron Man Match and either man has yet to win a fall."

(Whisper waits for Low get up, which takes some time as Low appears to be really groggy from that big DDT. He finally makes it to his feet and Whisper springboards into a moonsault, but Low surprisingly catches him and drops down with a quick emerald fusion.)

HS: "Emerald fusion!"

FJ: "If these two continue this, their NECKS will have to be fused!"

(Low covers and gets 1..... 2..... kickout. Low now waits for Whisper to get back up, using the time to rest as well. Just like Low a few moments ago, Whisper needs some to get back up. As he does, Low comes up from behind and applies a sleeper hold, but Whisper counters with a mule kick to Low's groin and then jumps up to hit a beautiful Pele kick to Low's head, sending the challenger down.)

FJ: "What a kick!"

HS: "Whisper surprised Low with that low blow and then surprised him even more with this Pele kick out of nowehere!"

(Whisper quickly climbs to the top rope again, but as he jumps off Low catches him in a fireman's carry. Low goes for a death valley driver, but Whisper lands on his feet, lifts Low up and goes for a brainbuster, but Low struggles free, lands behind Whisper and then takes him over with another bridged German suplex to a loud ovation. He gets 1..... 2..... kickout. Frustrated he immediately pulls Whisper up and hits a rapid fire series of lefts and rights. Low then goes into the ropes, but Whisper counters with a defensive dropkick to Low's knee. Both men are up immediately, but Whisper gets the advantage and this time hits the brainbuster.)

FJ: "What a sequence!"

HS: "Both wrestlers got an adrenaline rush there, otherwise I can't explain this series of moves now that forty minutes have passed.."

(Whisper covers and he gets 1..... 2..... kickout. He pulls Low up and Irish whips him into the ropes, but Low surprises Whisper with a spear. He then grabs Whisper and applies a rear naked choke.)

HS: "Whisper is trapped in that choke and he is in the middle of the ring."

FJ: "But look, he is fighting with everything he's got."

(Whisper shifts his weight so that Low's shoulders are on the mat and he gets 1..... 2..... before Low kicks out and releases the choke. Whisper immediately goes into the ropes and hits a dropkick, sending Low to the mat. Whisper grabs Low by the head and wants to pull him up, but suddenly Low nails Whisper's jaw with a precise palm strike.)

FJ: "Whoa, what a punch."

HS: "Much more than a punch, as is evident by the way Whisper dropped to the mat like a tree."

(Low once again goes for the Low Profile, and this time he succeeds!)

FJ: "Low applied the Low Profile!"

HS: "This holds has probably won him more matches than any other, including his very first World title at this very event five years ago!"

FJ: "But Whisper is fighting to get out of it!"

(Indeed Whisper tries every possible way to get out of the Low Profile. He tries to reach the ropes, and he gets very close, but suddenly Low yanks him away. Low actually pulls Whisper all the way across the ring, so Low is now close to the ropes, while Whisper has to crawl all the way across the ring to reach them. Whisper now tries pushing his upper body up, but Low pulls back on the Low Profile and forces Whisper back to the mat. Whisper tries to wind out of it, but again to no avail. He finally appears to be getting weaker.)

FJ: "Whisper has been caught in the Low Profile for quite some time now, it looks as if he is losing his consciousness."

HS: "He wouldn't be the first man to pass out from the pain of the Low Profile."

(The referee checks Whisper while Low keeps pulling back on the Low Profile while telling the ref to lifts Whisper's arm. After waiting a few more moments the referee finally lifts Whisper's arm and it drops once..... twice..... but suddenly Whisper lifts himself up and sends Low through the ropes and out of the ring, forcing a break to a chorus of boos from the fans.)

FJ: "He played possum!"

HS: "Can you imagine the pain threshold Whisper must have if he was able to withstand the Low Profile while also recharging to a degree?"

(Low is on the outside, holding his head, as he apparently fell out of the ring head first. Whisper, holding his back, slowly follows Low outside of the ring. There he grabs Low by the trunks and neck and just pushes head first into the ring steps before briefly rolling back into the ring to break the referee's count. But Whisper quickly rolls back out again and grabs Low. This time he Irish whips him into the corner of the guardrails, where Low sinks to ground in a seated position. Whisper then charges at Low and just kicks Low's head against the steel guardrail.)

FJ: "Thud!"

HS: "Shut up, Frank!"

FJ: "That's the sound it made."

HS: "That's right, but still."

(Whisper grabs Low by the neck again and walks him over to the other set of steps, but Low suddenly reverses and sends Whisper shoulder first into the steps .)

HS: "Thud!"

FJ: "That's not funny, Herb, he's working the shoulder again."

HS: "Of course, he needs to set up the All-Time Low or the Low Standard now. Time is slowly but surely ticking away, as only about a quarter of an hour is left."

(Low rolls Whisper back into the ring, avoiding a count out. Low pulls him up and then Irish whips him into the corner, but Whisper suddenly jumps onto the top rope and then hits the approaching Low with a flying back elbow. Whisper covers and gets 1..... 2..... kickout.)

HS: "Astounding agility on the part of Whisper, especially after wrestling for more than 45 minutes."

(Both men are on their feet again. Whisper hits Low with a chop, but Low just stares at him and shakes his head. Instead Low tells him to 'bring it on' and Whisper hits another chop, the crowd 'Woooo-ing' along. Low again motions for Whisper to give him some more and Whisper does by hitting a third chop. Low now hits a chop of his own, but Whisper counters with another chop. With neither man willing to back up, they start exchanging chops.)

CROWD: "Woooooo!"

(Chop by Low.)

CROWD: "Wooooo!"

(Chop by Whisper.)

CROWD: "Wooooo!"

(Chop by Low.)

FJ: "Wooooo!"

HS: "Huh?"

(Low and Whisper have started exchanging rapid fire chops to the chest, both men's chests turning red quickly.)

HS: "Look at the welts on Whisper's pale chest."

FJ: "But Low isn't looking much better."

(They exchange more chops, one quicker than the other, each of them getting louder and louder. The crowd goes along with 'Wooooos'.)

HS: "There is sweat flying off both men's chests."

FJ: "Both men's RED chests."

(After exchanging chops for a little over a minute, Whisper finally gets an edge with two especially hard chops that back Low up in the corner. Whisper takes measure and then hits a rapid fire series of chops to Low's chest. Low, however, turns around and spins Whisper into the corner and then starts hitting a quick series of chops of his own. But Whisper hits another strong chop, reverses Low into the corner and hits another series of chops.)

FJ: "The crowd is eating this up!"

HS: "Whisper must have hit some twenty chops in succession there!"

(Low once again reverses and hits yet another series of chops, with one final big one. Whisper now walks out of the corner and yells at Low. The two men briefly stare at each other, but Low quickly continues and hits another big chop to Whisper's chest in the middle of the ring.)

HS: "Low with another big chop."

FJ: "Now Whisper."

HS: "And Low.

FJ: "And Whisper."

HS: "Low."

FJ: "Whisper."

HS: "Low."

FJ: "Whisper."

HS: "Low."

FJ: "Whisper."

HS: "Low."

FJ: "Whisper."

(The chops are definitely getting slower with fatigue slowly but surely setting in. Low yells at Whisper and Whisper comes back with another chop. Whisper hits another chop, but this time Low ducks, kicks Whisper into the gut and goes for the Low Stunner, but Whisper pushes him off and into the ropes, kick to the gut, and then Whisper goes for the Eavesdrop. Low, however, turns around, gets behind Whisper, applies the crossface chicken wing and goes for the Low Standard!)

FJ: "Low Standard!"

HS: "After chopping the hell out of each other and with only about ten minutes left to go, Low is finally going for the Low Standard!"

(Whisper tries to fight the Low Standard with all his might, but Low is finally able to get him to the ground and fully apply the hold.)

HS: "This has to be it! Nobody gets out of the Low Standard!"

FJ: "Nobody but Brian Williams."

(Whisper tries to get to the ropes, but a few inches are missing. Low pulls back, putting some serious pressure on Whisper's left shoulder, his neck and his lower back. Whisper lifts his arm, apparently ready to tap, but suddenly another rush of adrenaline seems to rush through his body as he manages to get one leg under his body. Low almost loses his balance, but pulls back some more and Whisper is down again.)

HS: "Low is reigning it in!"

FJ: "But Whisper still doesn't tap! Neither man has gained a fall yet and we're only minutes away from the end of the sixty minutes!"

(Finally, Whisper reaches the bottom rope and Low has to break the hold to a loud chorus of boos. Low pulls Whisper up and walks him to the middle of the ring where he goes for another Low Standard, but Whisper reverses into a Fujiwara armbar of his own before spinning around and grabbing Low's legs to apply kein Entweichen!)

FJ: "Whisper has applied kein Entweichen!"

HS: "Low is screaming in pain, but he too apparently refuses to give up!"

(Low is able to free himself by raking Whisper's eyes, but both are quickly back up on their feet. Low hits yet another chop... Wooooo!... and Whisper counters with another one of his own... Wooooo!... Both men now go into opposite sides of the ropes and then clash in the middle of the ring with a double clothesline.)

HS: "And both men are down."

FJ: "But are they out?

HS: "Both men have given it their all. The question is, how much do they have left? Will it be enough for either to them to gain a pinfall or a submission within the next five minutes?"

(The referee is counting as both men are still on the mat. As the ref reaches 8, Whisper begins to stir. The referee stops the count as Whisper is the first man back up. Low follows shortly behind. Suddenly, Low runs at Whisper, but Whisper stops him dead in his tracks by just hitting a stiff kick against Low's kneecap. Low drops to the mat, holds his knee and rolls around the mat screaming in agony.)

FJ: "He just might have broken Low's leg there!"

HS: "This was one of the most vicious kicks I have ever seen. Low may be seriously injured here."

FJ: "And Whisper is taking it to the outside."

(Whisper has pulled Low into one of the corner and is now leaving the ring. He almost crotches Low against the ringpost, but instead he takes Low's hurting leg and slams it against the post, then a second time and a third time. He then wraps Low's leg around the post and applies a figure four leglock.)

HS: "If Whisper isn't careful he can get counted out or disqualified here."

FJ: "He will be careful, but the damage to Low's leg is done."

(Just before the referee reaches his five count, Whisper releases the corner post figure four. Low is holding his legs as Whisper slides back into the ring. With just over three minutes left, Whisper pulls Low into the middle of the ring, steps over and applies kein Entweichen again.)

FJ: "This has got to be it. Whisper worked over Low's leg early in the match and now he has possibly seriously injured it with that stiff kick and the corner post figure four."

HS: "They are in the middle of the ring and there is no way for Low to reach the ropes. He will have to gut it out or tap out, but the remaining time wouldn't be enough for him to start any substantial offense, much less get a pinfall or a submission."

(Two minutes and twenty seconds are left and Low is still trapped in kein Entweichen, screaming in pain. The referee keeps asking if he wants to give up, but Low yells some obscenities at him while shaking his head. The fans scream 'NO!' as Low lifts his hand as if to tap out, but he then clenches his fists and lets out a primal scream. Whisper applies more pressure on kein Entweichen.)

HS: "Low refuses to give up, but Whisper refuses to lessen the pressure on Low's legs."

FJ: "One minute left!"

HS: "In sixty seconds our sixty minutes will have run their course!"

(Whisper and both are now screaming now as Whisper is fatigued as well and needs his final ounces of strength to hold on to kein Entweichen. The fans are screaming for Low to do something, but Low has no way to escape the hold. As the clock ticks down, the fans begin to count along. Low has a look of intense pain on his face as he looks at the clock, bites his fingers and guts it out for the final few seconds."

HS: "Ten... nine... eight... seven... six... five... four... three... two... one... the match is over!"

(The referee calls for the bell and the fans erupt in boos. An exhausted Whisper releases the hold while Low holds his legs. The referee gets the belt and hands it to Whisper.)

HS: "Ladies and gentlemen, in sixty minutes, neither Low or Whisper have been able to gain a decision over the other man. This match is a draw and in case of a draw, the Champion stays the Champion."

FJ: "For years Low has had the Champion's advantage, but tonight it cost him."

HS: "Ladies and gentlemen, AWA Classic 2005 has been an incredible show that will be remembered for years. We have a new Cruiserweight Champion and we have witnessed a series of great matches. The AWA Hall of Fame Class of 2005 has been inducted and Low has been voted the Wrestler of the Year. He has failed, however, to regain the AWA World title for the eighth time. AWA fans, make sure to tune in to AWA Xplosion next week."

(As the camera focuses on the exhausted Low and Whisper in the ring as the AWA copyright logo appears on the screen. Suddenly, however, "Hail To The Chief" begins to play and President Gray walks out onto the ramp to a loud yet mixed reaction from the crowd.)

GRAY: "Do you honestly think that I will allow AWA Classic 2005 to end on a disappointing note? These people have paid good money to get a decision and a decision they will get, because the AWA is all about giving its fans what they want."

"So Low, Whisper, gear up for another round. As far as I'm concerned, you two can go all night long if you have to, but one of you will get a decision over the other under sudden death rules and give these people a satisfying end to this great night."

"And since both of you seem to like tying the other one up in knots, it will be under sudden death submission rules! Referee, ring the bell!"

(The referee calls for the bell and takes the belt away from an upset Whisper. Whisper immediately walks over to Low and works over Low's legs again, just stomping away at them. Whisper goes for kein Entweichen again, but Low connects with a forearm to Whisper's head and Whisper drops to the mat. Both men are down.)

FJ: "Whisper has been cheated! The match was a draw and he kept the title."

HS: "Well, there have precedents in wrestling for such a decision, and Gray was right, these fans deserve a real decision."

(Both men are up on their feet simultaneously, although Low is limping heavily. Whisper grabs Low and goes for another Eavesdrop, but Low is able to twist out of it and gets behind Whisper. He goes for yet another Low Standard, but Whisper counters with a snapmare, sending Low the mat. Low, however, gets back up and pulls Whisper's legs out from under him. He goes for another Low Profile, but now Whisper is able to apply a guillotine choke. Low hits a forearm to Whisper's face and Whisper releases the hold. Low pulls Whisper up and sets him up for a DDT, but Whisper spins around and sets Low up for the Eavesdrop. Once again Low twists around, connects with a kick to the gut and hits the Low Stunner. He musters his last ounce of strength to crawl over and apply the All-Time Low.)

HS: "He's finally got it for real!"

FJ: "Whisper has been knocked silly by the Low Stunner and now he is wrapped up in the All-Time Low!"

HS: "Low pulls back on it and Whisper has nowhere to go!"

(Whisper tries to reach the ropes, but he is too far away and too exhausted to crawl towards them. Low is screaming as he pulls back on the All-Time Low as the fans cheer him on. Finally, Whisper has no choice but to tap out!)

HS: "IT'S OVER!"

FJ: "Nooooo!"

HS: "We have a new AWA World Heavyweight Champion! Low has won the World title for the eighth time!"

(As the bell rings Low releases the hold and slumps to the mat in exhaustion. He buries his face in his hands as the referee assists Whisper out of the ring. He then places the World title belt across Low's chest as "Drink New Blood" begins to play, although it is almost drowned out by the cheers of the fans.)

HS: "Low is OUR World Champion one more time after wrestling Whisper for over sixty minutes. Whisper showed us he has what it takes to hang with the best this sport has to offer, but in the end it was not supposed to be."

FJ: "Don't think this is over, Herb. I'm sure Whisper is interested in a rematch as it now stands 1-1 between them."

HS: "Ladies and gentlemen, Low has added Whisper to the impressive list of names that have fallen victim to him in a World title match. After Low doubted himself, after many wrestlers doubted Low, he pulled it off one more time and regained the title he never lost inside that ring to top an AWA Classic to be remembered."

(Low has finally gotten up and is sitting in the ring corner, the belt in his lap, as the fans cheer him on. The cheers get even louder as he stands up and raises the belt into the air, still limping. Fireworks go off throughout AOL Arena as Low proudly holds the World title belt. Finally, the scene fades out.)

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