(The camera pans across a totally silent Nishigaoka Soccer Stadium, until it focuses on the ring, which is filled with AWA superstars. A graphic appears on the AWAtron, saying "Dedicated to the memory of Eddie Guerrero". The ring bell then rings...)

Ding.

Ding.

Ding.

Ding.

Ding.

Ding.

Ding.

Ding.

Ding.

Ding.

(The scene fades to black.)

(The AWA logo flashes across the screen and then loud rock music begins to play as we see highlights from Last Man Standing shows from previous years. Suddenly, however, the music goes quiet and the Japanese flag flashes across the screen. "Kimigayo", the Japanese National anthem then begins to play, and suddenly we see beautiful impressions of the land of the rising sun. We cut into the arena, where the Japanese fans are politely applauding.)

HS: "Ladies and gentlemen, tonight the wrestling world has lost a great person in Eddie Guerrero. The entire wrestling community is mourning this loss. This show is dedicated to the lasting memory of 'El Gringo Loco', 'Latino Heat' Eddie Guerrero."

"Despite this tragedy, the show must go on. This is the first AWA show of the new era, the era after what looked like the AWA's sure end. A Japanese business woman, Keiko Nakano, has bought the company from the previous owners, trying to get revenge for what she perceives as the AWA's role in her father's suicide. We do not know what changes, if any, are awaiting us, but we know for sure that tonight is going to be the night an AWA legend returns after a lengthy absence."

FJ: "And I can barely wait to find out who it is."

(A shaking camera view from a running camera man trails a shadowy figure as it darts through the backstage corridors. The voice of an anonymous commentator, absent from the screen, but panting with the exertion from keeping up with the cameraman as they chase down their prey.)

VOICE: "Only moments ago I received word that No Limits title challenger Quade deSade arrived earlier this afternoon, locking himself away in his changing room, allowing access to nobody despite the best efforts of AWA staff and officials. Now, after nearly two hours of apparent solitude, 'The Fiery Cross' faced down AWA security and eluded staff placed at his door and is now making his way to an unknown location. I can only surmise that Quade has but the worst of lethal intent for the man who beat him out for the No Limits title, Rawstarr."

(We cut into an office somewhere in the Nishigaoka Soccer Stadium. An angry Low, wearing a black suit with the World Heavyweight title belt draped over his shoulder, is pounding on the desk. The huge leather chair's back is turned towards him. On the wall hangs a Japanese flag.)

LOW: "So Ono, if you think your family's lack of business sense and your bitterness is going to destroy what I have held together for the past five years when all these oldtimers that have been rumored to be returning left, you have a second thought coming your way. Don't think for a second The Legendary Low is going to do with this company what you plan on doing, don't think for a second The Legendary Low is going to allow you what monsters such as The Hangman and Brian Williams have not been able to do, don't think for a second that The Legendary Low doesn't know how to invest the money he has earned in four years of main eventing the company that put your old man out of business. And even if you..."

(Suddenly, Low's eyes grow wide the chair turns around. Low chuckles and shakes his head.)

LOW: "I should have known..."

(The chair spins about to reveal Whisper. Whisper smiles devilishly as Low starts putting together what could be going on. Whisper folds his hand.)

WHISPER: "Good evening, Low. Now... did you really think I would let a great company like this recover from such a tragedy? I told everyone weeks ago that the AWA was crashing and burning and I was right. That's why people don't like me, Low. They hate it when I'm right."

(Whisper stands up, leaning towards Low with his hands on the desk.)

WHISPER: "As we speak, my manager in training, Justin, is sealing the deal for my 51% controlling stake in the American Wrestling Alliance. When it's mine, it's ALL over. I'm going to put this company out to pasture... years late might I add... and I will take an obscene amount of pleasure in burying the company. I will take even greater pleasure in watching you go down with the ship."

(Whisper sits back down and lounges, hands behind his blue-haired head.)

WHISPER: "So, after I crucify Lasiewicz tonight, nailing your would-be savior to the cross... I'm going kill the AWA in the greatest way imaginable... so you just wait and see how right I'm going to make Andreas Lasiewicz. He really is the next level, you know."

(Whisper sneers at Low.)

WHISPER: "After him... there is NOTHING left."

LOW: "We'll see, Whisper... we'll see..."

(With that, Low turns around and leaves the office, as Whisper looks after him with a big smile on his face. The camera fades to the announcers.)

HS: "This is tragic... this is terrible... "

FJ: "Ladies and Gentleman, it's been fun, but I have to say... going out under the flag of Whisper is the BEST way I could think of to go."

HS: "I don't know if I even want to find out about that. What I do want to find out is who the returning legend is that has been hyped and been subject to a lot of speculation this past week. Several names have been floating around, but nobody in the AWA knows for sure who it is. All we were able to find out is that this legend hasn't competed in a wrestling ring in several years and is both a former AWA World Heavyweight Champion and a member of the Hall of Fame."

FJ: "This has all the makings to be a great surprise or a real disaster."

(A shaking camera view from a running camera man trails a shadowy figure as it darts through the backstage corridors. The voice of an annonymous commentator absent from the screen but panting with the exertion from keeping up with the cameraman as the chase down their prey.)

MK: "Only moments ago this reporter received word that No Limits Title challenger Quade deSade arrived earlier this afternoon, locking himself away in his changing room allowing access to nobody despite the best efforts of AWA staff and officials. Now after nearly two hours of apparent solitude, The Fiery Cross faced down AWA security and eluded staff placed at his door and is now making his way to an unknown location. I can only surmise that Quade has but the worst of lethal intent for the man who beat him out of the No Limits Title; Rawstarr."

(The transmission is cut. A voice whispers from the dark screen of the tron above the entrance to the ring at Alltel Arena.)

MK: "Just a few meters away from us Quade deSade is setting up something. I have just heard that Rawstarr is entering the building. I don't know how but it is like Quade knows his opponent is nearby. His focus is so total at this moment I believe he is not even aware of our presence....Can you try an get a shot?"

(The camera slowly rises over the edge of the commentators hiding place to show The Fiery Cross is intent on working on the set of fire doors. A noise from beyond the door alerts deSade to the approach of somebody and he steps through a second door leaving the commentator and his camera man to themselves. The fire doosr open but only with some efforts as Rawstarr and his entourage come through. There are some words about the doors, a few quips that get a few laughs as Rawstarrs security courtesy of the AWA struggle with the door.)

(Suddenly...The door snaps closed as if released from a spring and catapulting most of Rawstarrs group back through the door. From the other side, Quade steps into view shouting to get Rawstarr's attention; it works. Quade stalls for a moment as Rawstarr moves in. Quade steps through the door. As soon as Rawstarr touches the handle, the door explodes as Quade barges in from behind a gurney full of heavy maintenance equipment. The doors are almost taken from their hinges as The Fiery Cross drives forward into Rawstarr who is struggling to keep his feet as he is forced backwards. Ultimately Rawstarr looses his footing but manages to roll clear of the heavy trolley before it crushes him. Quade comes around the side of the cart with a coil of cable in both hands and clubs Rawstarr while he is still on the ground. Trying to block the blows, the sheer weight of the coil is becoming overpowering. Quade allows a moment of respite as he climbs on top of the cart and its contents, raising the heavy coil above his head and throws it down on top of Rawstarr who is trying to get up. Rawstarr collapses under the impact of the falling cable coil.)

(Quade picks up another coil and dumps it on top of him. As Rawstarr struggles, the coils become loose and become tangled. Searching through the contents of the cart, Quade hauls out an industrial sized tub of paint. Quade doesn't even look for a pry but instead hammers the canister down on the edge of the cart, causing the contents to explode out and onto the tangled mess that has ensnared Rawstarr. But even then, Quade doesn't stop as he dumps lighting frames, empty equipment chests, toolboxes, canvas sheeting and other items on the helpless Rawstarr who is barely moving. Seemingly satisfied, Quade takes a moment to look down on his work before leaving the scene just as the security is able to force their way through the locked fire door. Feeling a little more brave, the cameraman comes out of hiding as several men are quickly to the aid of Rawstarr as his hand bursts out through the rubble and paint that lie on top of him.)

(We return to the arena and suddenly Keiko Ono comes out from the back to a weird mixed reaction. She walks down the ramp and then sits down next to Herb and Frank, putting on a headset.)

ONO: "Good evening, gentlemen."

HS: "Good evening."

FJ: "Good evening, boss."

ONO: "Enough brown nosing, Frank. Just pretend I am not here. I am just going to scout what is happening in that ring tonight. I doubt it will have any of the athletic qualities that the puroresu of my father's company had, but I'm willing to take a look. Maybe these wrestlers can change my mind about closing this company. I'll peak in with a comment whenever I feel like it."

HS: "One question, though, Miss Ono - what was Whisper doing in your office?"

ONO: "This was strictly business, Herb, but none of yours."

HS: "How can you play with these people's jobs so publicly?"

ONO: "Simple - I BOUGHT their jobs! Just like I bought yours, Summers. Go on with the show now."

HS: "Well, ladies and gentlemen, we just want to remind you that in hopes of rekindling interest in certain AWA areas, the AWA has contacted a number of former superstars about appearing on our shows once again, and one of these superstars, a former AWA World Heavyweight Champion, is going to make his return to the AWA TONIGHT! So stay tuned for that."

ONO: "You better."

HS: "What do you mean?"

ONO: "Nothing."

('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. But instead of burning brimstone flood letters spelling the name QUADE DESADE form a fiery cruciform logo the screens light up with the scene of Quade deSade somewhere backstage...Outside of the Ring. A second camera catches the angry advance of Rawstarr towards the entrance of the ramp. The screen become split as on the left Quade seems to be calm while on the right Rawstarr seems totally intent on reaping not a small measure of revenge on the Fiery Cross. The location of the two views on screen draw inexorably together until Quade steps partially from his hiding place. Rawstarr, who is still covered in paint and seething with anger, stares with violent intent at Quade.)

DESADE: "You look a little hot under the collar there Rawstarr!"

(Rawstarr starts his advance without a word.)

DESADE: "Oh hold up there just hear me out, the you can do your worst. I wanted you to learn something from this encounter. That's right Rawstarr, I do not see this a 'one of' arrangement I warned you of just that when you challenged me for that No Limits belt hanging around your waist. Look at yourself Rawstarr, where is your composure now?"

DESADE: "Where are the solid assurances that you are going to end my career? And the funny thing is, even as you stand there listening to my truth, you cannot take it in, can you? You just want to hurt me Rawstarr, but I am going to take even that away from you now, Rawstarr. By the way, congratulations on a successful title defense tonight!"

(There is a look of bemusement on Rawstarrs face. The confusion lasts long enough for Quade to finish what is apparently his endgame. From the shadow behind him, Quade pulls the nozzle of a fire hose and pulls the release lever all the way back. Quades aim is sure and Rawstarr is flung backwards from his feet by the jet of water straight into the cable and power feed for the video suite. Quade keeps up the torrent of water as Rawstarr fights against the onslaught. Then the unthinkable happens...One by one the cables are torn loose by Quades assault. Struck by a hail of flailing heavy cable, Rawstarr is being battered almost senseless. The water relents and Rawstarrs heaving frame winces from the bruise as he stands to face Quades approach. There is a cold crocodile smile on deSade's face as he slowly lifts one of the rogue power lines up into view. The camera angle shifts as those backstage ran to make distance. There is barely a silhouette as Rawstarr is flung supernaturally from his feet an instant after Quade drops the line into the puddle of water that had gathered about his opponent. As a curtain of electrical sparks explode around him Quade walks calmly away from the scene, turning the collar of his cloak up against the white hot embers he stares directly into the camera.....)

DESADE: "Keiko Ono! Take a long, hard look there."

(Quade nods in the direction of the electrical fire threatening to consume the backstage area of The Alltel Arena.)

DESADE: "Is that how you pictured it? Is this what you wanted? Is this how you hoped the end of the American Wrestling Alliance would be? Here is a little truth for your reality Keiko, this, as they say in the U.S.A., is how we roll in the AWA!"

(The cold crocodile smile broaden to a surreal extreme. Quade winks.)

DESADE: "Dear Keiko, if nothing more did not Kanji Ono, you father, teach you with his final act...NEVER TO PLAY WITH FIRE."

(Quade steps out of the shot allowing the colour balance of the video camera to distort in the glare of the electrical inferno before it. The camera follows deSade as he walks towards the ring and he slowly steps into the cage, soaking in the glory of regaining that which he lost...the AWA No Limits Championship!)

HS: "And this is our new No Limits Champion."

ONO: "What a disgrace to the puroresu my father used to promote! We call this Garbage Wrestling here in Japan."

FJ: "Nonetheless, Quade DeSade has found another victim."

(We cut to the back and see Jeff Christianson walking in the parking lot. He is still in his street clothes, so we know he's just arriving. We see him stop dead in his tracks and begin speaking to someone.)

DW: "So, is he really here?"

(We hear the man who's off camera speak.)

MAN: "You bet your life on it."

(We now see the man is J. J., the manager of 'The Wrecking Machine.' Jeff Christianson speaks to him once again.)

DW: "Remember, you owe me a favor for helping you get his contract. I didn't have to let you in on that little secret."

J.J.: "I know Jeff... I know. I'm riding this horse straight to the top. He'll do your bidding once. Just make sure it counts because we won't abide by it again!"

DW: "Don't threaten me... I trained him. I fed him. I built him into the monster he is today. In fact, I'm the only person in the AWA who's actually seen him besides you. I know how to break him, J. J., so don't test my patience."

J.J.: "If you say so... Now if you'll excuse me, we have some business to take care of."

(We see Jeff Christianson and J.J. walk by each other, giving a very suspicious look to each other as we fade back to Herb and Frank. We hear the crowd chanting "Eddie! Eddie! Eddie!")

HS: "I don't trust those two as far as I can throw them."

FJ: "You can't throw them very far, so we don't have to worry about anything there."

HS: "Frank..."

("Chop Suey" by System of a Down begins to play. Fog begins to rise through the holes in the stage and ramp as the lights go out. A spotlight shines from the rafters at the entranceway as Chance makes his way out to the ramp and begins to jump up and down. He then begins to walk to the ring slowly. But, once he comes to halfway down the ramp he runs towards the ring and slides in under the bottom rope. Chance then runs to the closest ring post on the right and jumps up to the second turnbuckle while looking out at the crowd.)

("Falling Down" by Breaking Point replaces Chance's entrance music. A few seconds after his entrance music begins, Logan walks out from the entryway. As he walks down to the ring he glances around at the crowd and high fives the spectators along the walkway. He climbs the ring steps and goes between the top and second rope, then walks around to each side of the ring encouraging the crowd to respond. Logan removes his jacket and drops it to the outside of the ring, while keeping an eye on Chance, who has now gotten off the turnbuckle and is pacing around the ring.)

(The lights begin to flicker while "Spit it Out" by Slipknot is blared over the PA. As the lyrics kick in, Cramer appears from behind the curtain and stands for a few seconds on the stage, looking left and right around the arena. He throws his fists up in the air while some pyrotechnics explode behind him. Cramer then makes his way to the ring and slides under the bottom rope. Standing in the middle of the ring, he throws his fists up in the air once again before slipping his shirt over his head and throwing it into the crowd. The three wrestlers in the ring go to one side each, leaving the front for the last entrant in the match.)

(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, looking straight at his three opponents with a crude smile on his face. The four men now take a side of the ring each, staring at each other and waiting for the bell to signify the beginning of their hard battle to come.)

(A shot of the backstage area is shown on the screen for a few seconds. The viewers can see the hog pen, which is more like a pit a couple of meters below the floor. There are five hogs running wild in it and the conditions of the floor they are on do not look too pretty. The camera now goes to the announcers table. Herb and Frank can barely be heard since the crowd is so loud. It is obvious that they want to see how these rookies will do in this new-before-seen match.)

HS: "This match is going to be an interesting one folks! It is the first of its kind! All participants in the match start off in the ring, but their objective is to have all of their opponents fall into a pen full of hogs in the backstage area of this arena. All of the men in this ring are relatively new to the AWA. In fact, for Chance and Logan, this is there first match!"

FJ: "I'd say this one is going to come down to a duel between Iceman and Chance! Those two have a good attitude, which is needed in wrestling!"

HS: "Logan, or Chaos Stryke as he likes to call himself, has something to prove as well Frank and you can never count out Cramer who won his debut match in the AWA! In fact, Iceman was in that match too."

FJ: "All the more reason for him to come back with a vengeance tonight and win!"

HS: "That is true, Frank, but it looks like our predictions are about to be tested as the bell has just rung and the match is now underway!"

(Chance dashes at Iceman and goes for a dropkick aimed at his chest, but hits air as Iceman just steps to the side. Chance crashes to the canvas and almost gets run over by Logan who nails Iceman with a spear that sends both men through the gap in the second and third rope and onto the thin mats on the side of the ring!)

Crowd: "Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!"

HS: "What a spear to start off the match from Logan! He blindsided Iceman after Chance distracted him with an attempted drop kick and now they are both on the floor and not moving!"

(Cramer surveys the damage and chuckles. Chance gets up, but Cramer quickly takes both Chance and himself out of the ring with a huge clothesline over the ropes!)

HS: "Wow! All four men are now on the ground, but it appears that they are all slowly getting up at the same time now!"

FJ: "C'mon Chance, now's your time to shine!"

(All four men rise to their feet simultaneously and begin to brawl it out, slowly moving up the ramp and towards the back of the arena. Logan is pounding Chance with unanswered rights and they reach the back before the other two. The camera switches to a view of the backstage area and we see Logan is still pushing Chance back with heavy rights. The crowd begins to yell even louder as Chance is stumbling closer and closer to the Hog Pen.)

HS: "Will Chance be the first to be eliminated in this unique match?"

FJ: "No way! Chance will get out of this one!"

(Contrary to what Frank thinks, Chance finally reaches the edge before the pen below. The hogs snort and crowd around the side he is on, waiting for him to fall. Chance's body tries to balance itself, but Logan stops that abruptly with a strong head butt right into Chance's face. Blood squirts out from a possibly broken nose as Chance tumbles backwards and falls all the way to the bottom of the disgusting hog pen. He gets up and holds his nose. Whether it is from the smell or from the fact that is injured is unclear.)

HS: "And down goes Chance! We have our first elimination folks!"

FJ: "I never liked that kid. He was obviously not ready for this match."

(Logan does not have much time to celebrate as Cramer and Iceman make there way into the back. Cramer stumbles backwards and almost loses his balance. Iceman helps him down by nailing him with a huge clothesline. Cramer's head whiplashes off the floor on impact and he holds it in great pain. Iceman admires his work before picking Cramer up without much resistance. Logan just watches as Iceman puts Cramer's head under his arm before dropping to the ground and delivering a huge DDT onto the unforgiving concrete below!)

HS: "MY GOD! You could hear that crack from outside the arena!"

FJ: "I think he's knocked out Herb! He's not moving!"

(Sure enough, Cramer is not moving at all. Iceman goes to pick him up but is met with a steel chair, courtesy of Logan! Iceman's body shoots back up into a standing position before toppling forward. Logan quickly drops the steel chair and side-steps Iceman's falling body. However, he speeds up the process with a drop toe hold that sends Iceman's head right into the steel chair! Logan gets up, only to be caught in a Northern Lights Suplex from Cramer! Logan goes flying over Cramer's head, landing hard on the pavement. His head ricochets off the concrete and a steady stream of blood can be seen coming from his forehead. Cramer can't capitalize however, as he is still under the effects of the DDT he received earlier.)

HS: "It took so much out of Cramer to get up and hit that suplex that he has no energy now to continue with his assault!"

FJ: "And all three men are down! Man, I love this violence and chaos!"

(With Logan down and out for the moment and Cramer without enough energy to even stand up, Iceman is the first to get to his feet. He is surprisingly not bleeding from the two chair shots and appears to be fully aware of the situation since we can see he is laughing to himself. He picks up the chair he just got smashed with and walks over to Cramer. Iceman drops the chair on the floor and picks up the almost lifeless Cramer. He then proceeds to turn him upside-down so that his head is closest to the floor.)

HS: "Oh my god! Iceman is going for the Cold Snap on the chair!"

FJ: "Yes! Do it! Kill him!"

(Iceman looks like he is about to drop down, but all of a sudden Cramer manages to get one arm free and grab the chair below him. He then swings the chair straight up into Iceman's skull! This causes Iceman to fall backwards onto the floor, giving Cramer a cushion to land on. We also see that Iceman is finally contributing to the pools of blood on the floor. However, Cramer's face is already covered in blood and the effects of the loss of that much blood are clearly showing.)

HS: "Cramer just barely got out of that tombstone piledriver from The Iceman! It seems his knowledge of chairs and how to swing them has finally started to pay off!"

FJ: "I love this chaos! No one is left standing!"

HS: "Frank, you need to calm down a little bit."

FJ: "NEVER!"

(This time it is Logan who is the first to get up out of the three. He looks around and smirks as he sees a lead pipe sitting up against a nearby wall, conveniently. He quickly goes to get it and turns to go back.)

HS: "FROZEN OUT! Frozen Out from The Iceman out of nowhere and Logan is down!"

FJ: "See! I told you Iceman would win this match!"

HS: "This match is not over yet. The Iceman will have to get both Cramer and Logan into that hog pen before this match ends! I imagine Chance is getting a little lonely without any human companions with him."

(Iceman does not celebrate from hitting his superkick, however, as he knows that he can't win the match by leaving Logan on the floor. Iceman looks back and sees Cramer is getting back up now. He dashes towards him, but Cramer is still holding onto the steel chair! He swings! Iceman ducks! Iceman goes for another Frozen Out! Cramer ducks! Cramer kicks Iceman in the gut and goes for the Lights Out! Iceman pushes him forward and runs after him, swinging his arm viciously at the back of Cramer's head, but Cramer somehow foresees this and ducks under the clothesline before finally ending the flurry with a chair shot to the back of Iceman's head!)

HS: "What a series of counters and dodges we just saw from those two! How are they still going at such a fast pace with all that punishment they have taken in?"

FJ: "I don't know, but that was awesome!"

(Cramer now seems to be more pumped up than ever as he has a wild look on his face, which is covered in blood. He throws the chair to the ground and helps Iceman to his feet before doubling him over with a kick to the gut.)

HS: "Light Out onto a chair!"

FJ: "YES! Iceman gets out of it!"

(Sure enough, Iceman pushes Cramer forward for the second time. This time Logan is there to meet him as he picks him up onto his shoulders into a fireman's carry position. Cramer shimmies out of the Omega Stryke though and lands on his feet behind Logan. He locks his arms around Logan's waist but Logan blocks the German Suplex attempt by sticking his leg under Cramer's. Iceman goes for a clothesline on Logan, but Logan ducks out and Cramer gets hit instead! Cramer crashes into the ground as Iceman turns around to get caught in a drop toe hold. Iceman goes down hard into the ground as Logan applies and Ankle Lock! He gets it into a grapevine hold and Iceman is visibly in excruciating pain as he taps wildly on the concrete!)

HS: "Logan can hold onto that Ankle Lock all he wants because there are no wins by submission in this match! Think of the damage he is doing to Iceman's ankle!"

FJ: "Pain! Suffering! Violence! Mayhem! I love it all!"

HS: "You are one twisted individual sometimes Frank."

FJ: "I know! I love it!"

(Logan continues to apply the painful hold as Iceman's ankle gets close to breaking! However, he suddenly releases the hold as his body goes limp.)

HS: "Another chair shot from Cramer! That's one way to break up that Ankle Lock!"

FJ: "Damnit! I was enjoying the look on Iceman's face, especially since it is covered in blood now!"

HS: "You're right on that one Frank. In fact, all three wrestlers are now wearing the proverbial ‘crimson mask'!"

(Iceman limps out of the hold, but doesn't get up. Instead, he holds his ankle in pain. The pain only gets worse though as Cramer hits Iceman with a devastating chair shot to his injured ankle! Iceman writhes around like a fish out of water, holding his ankle which could be broken from so much stress and impact on it! Cramer chuckles as he sees his handiwork. He looks over to the hog pen which is a few meters away and a giant smirk grows on his face. He walks over and throws the chair he is holding down into the pit. Chance just watches from below, clearly disappointed with his performance. Cramer then goes back over to Iceman and helps him to his feet before guiding him over to the edge of the hog pen. Cramer then kicks Iceman in the gut and places his head in-between his legs. The crowd, who have been cheering loudly throughout the action-packed fight, now cheer louder as they notice what Cramer is doing.)

HS: "Cramer is going for a Powerbomb! He's going to Powerbomb Iceman down into the hog pen and right onto the chair he just threw in there!"

FJ: "Do it! Kill Iceman!"

HS: "I thought you were cheering for Iceman. What happened to Iceman getting his revenge on Cramer for beating Iceman in Cramer's debut match?

FJ: "Screw that! I just want to see some violence!"

(Cramer hoists Iceman up off his feet and onto his shoulders. He stumbles back a bit, but regains his balance. He begins to drop Iceman down for the Powerbomb! BANG! Logan hits Cramer in the shins with the lead pipe he was getting earlier! Cramer topples over, driving Iceman down into the hog pen and straight onto the chair! However, the momentum of Iceman brings Cramer over the edge as well, causing him to land right on his head after a couple meters of falling!)

HS: "It's over! Logan just eliminated Iceman and Cramer with one swing of that lead pipe! He is the winner of the first ever Arkansas Hog Pen Gauntlet!"

("Falling Down" by Breaking Point blares over the PA as Logan raises his arms in victory. His face is dark red with blood, as is large portions of the floor around him. The camera pans over the hog pen where it looks like chaos has just brought its huge, ugly hand though it. Iceman is out cold after getting powerbombed onto the steel chair from over two meters above it. Cramer is in the same state after landing directly on his head from a slightly lesser fall. Chance is covered in dirt and whatever else was in the dirt and just sitting against the wall in shame. Meanwhile, the hogs are running around like crazy in fear of all the large falling objects from above. Suddenly a massive man clotheslines The Iceman in the back of the head, and the Iceman hits the ground hard. We now hear a voice begin shouting.)

FJ: "He's HERE!"

HS: "Who's here? Who is this massive man?"

(We now see J. J. appear and begin shouting what to do. The massive man listens to his manager and picks his opponent up.)

HS: "It can't be."

FJ: "It IS! HE is Dustin Dread."

(Dread applies a Torture Rack to the Iceman. We can see the Iceman is in pain. Suddenly Dread lands a vicious Torture Rack slam.)

HS: "Oh my GOD! He just broke the man in half!"

FJ: "I believe another announcer in this business has that copyrighted."

(Dread now throws the Iceman in the hogpen. He quickly steps into the pen himself. He picks the Iceman up, and puts him in a military press position. He pushes the Iceman up in the air, and catches his feet on the way down hitting a modified Spinebuster. Dustin Dread now stands up. J.J. is in the ring with the mic.)

J. J.: "I deliver on my promises. I would also like to announce the winner of the match, and a chief supporter of Keiko Ono, Dustinnnnnnnn DDDDDDRRRRRREEAAADDDDDD!"

(The crowd begins to boo harshly at the massive man. Dustin Dread steps out of the Hogpen and raises one arm in celebration and the crowd begins to boo him even more. We go backstage and see Quade de'Sade storming into Jeff Christianson's locker room, and Jeff Christianson immediately stands up. The camera moves so only the faces of the two enemies are in the frame bare inches from each other. We get a tense, unblinking, cold running through the room as de'Sade breaks the silence.)

DESADE:"Do you believe in luck?"

(We see a quick pause as Jeff Christianson still seems a little upset at seeing de'Sade appear in his lockerroom.)

DESADE:" It is not important really, but some might think it lucky for you anyway that I had another man on mind tonight. A man you might be thinking about yourself Christianson. A man who had a title, a title I denied you ... twice now. Cheer up though Jeff, the third time is the charm."

(Jeff Christianson responds.)

DW: "Third times the charm? That's what they say?

(Jeff stops for a moment. It seems as if Jeff Christianson is going to allow de'Sade to respond, but as soon as de'Sade opens up his Jeff continues.)

DW: "If that's what they say, I don't believe in that bull shit. I don't believe in whoever they are. I don't believe in luck. I believe you have all the cards, you just have to know how to play them. You see, I had a chance to become the 7th No Limits Champion, but I was denied that. Do you want to know why I was denied? Because you stuck your nose where it didn't belong. You see, I don't care what the result of your match is, I only care how bad both of you are hurt, because next week I will be crowned the new No Limits Champion and create a legacy for a title that had nothing but meaningless Champions... including you, de'Sade."

(Quade steps in just a bit closer. The cold crocodile smile wavering in the background of his emotions turning his placid features in a contorted sneer.)

DESADE: "Tonight was indeed about me and Rawstarr, you have that right. But like the poor marksman you have always been Jeff you have missed the point again; tonight has nothing to do with the title either. Your childish attempts .. and lets count them.:

(Quade holds his burned fist in front of Jeff Christiansoins face but the Dark Warrior doesn't even flinch. The show of strength brings out the smile from deSade at last.)

DESADE: "One time because I held the power, I was the referee and I held that power over you. All you efforts, your best shots, your ring savvy died the second you entered that ring then."

"Two times, last Shock. Stuck in a corner vainly trying to kick and punch your way free of me, and you failed because gain it was all about me. I held you there. I defeated your opponent, and tonight I am going to take that same man and take him apart."

"Maybe he will be able to pull himself together before I bring things to close?"

(We now see Jeff Christianson look de'Sade directly into the eyes. He begins to speak in his arrogant tone.)

DW: "You can bring up the past all you want, de'Sade... but remember who keeps winning our encounters. No matter if it's two weeks ago, or next week, I'll come out the victor. You see, I'll go down in the history books with the greats... or didn't you hear my comments for Brian Stevens this week? It's not an accolade to beat Rawstarr. We all saw I was the victor of that match... much like I will be in a few minutes."

(Jeff pauses for a moment. He grabs a bottle of water and takes a drink. He then continues.)

DW: "Much like this water, I've proven for years I have a pure wrestling style. de'Sade, you aren't like me. You aren't about the titles, the fame, the glory. No... you're more of a contracted killer who just leaves his opponents alive long enough to enjoy hurting them again. You don't care about wins or losses. You don't care about this sport. hen are you going to learn that I'll always best you in the sport of wrestling?"

"Next week it will be a different story for you. It doesn't matter if I eliminate the champion, or challenger first, because all I'm doing is increasing the odds that we WILL have a new No Limits Champion next week! Speaking of the odds... if you look at the odds in Vegas for our match, it will show you I'm nearly a fifty percent favorite over a former No Limits Champion, and the current No Limits champion... and that's saying something. De'Sade, have your fun, because next week you'll have to deal with winning a moral victory... if you believe in such an idea."

(The scene fades back to Herb and Frank, as the fans, once again, erupt in a chant of "Eddie! Eddie! Eddie!")

HS: "Jeff Christianson seems to be everywhere backstage, tonight."

FJ: "It seems like he's been having one altercation after the other."

HS: "Didn't I just say that?"

FJ: "No, you said he's been everywhere. I said he's have an altercation with a couple of peple. There's a big difference."

HS: "Anyway, let's continue on with the show."

(We cut back to Herb, Frank and Miss Ono.)

ONO: "I was born in Japan and my English is better than half the wrestlers, isn't that sad? And speaking of places of origin, in my country, wrestling is treated with respect. Doesn't it speak volumes that this company was once based in a part of the country that is best represented in Hog Pen matches?"

HS: "Well, whoever tonight's returning legend is, I believe that person can tell you a thing or two about the AWA's heritage."

ONO: "Oh, he sure can."

HS: "What? Do you know who he is?"

ONO: "Of course I do. It is... NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!"

(The scene flutters as it turns on. The camera is out of focus, but we see the light fluttering on and off...on and off...on and off. The camera comes into focus, and we see it is sitting in front of a fan. The fan blades spin rapidly as we see Nathaniel Henry Lee, the founder of Damage, Incorporated, sitting on a comfortable chair in front of this fan. There is a bucket of ice in front of the fan as it sprays the cold air and misty water towards the current AWA United States Champion.)

NHL: "You know, I just love the cold. I can remember the nights of my youth where I would literally open all the windows of my bedroom during the winter and turn on the ceiling fan. I would lie on my bed, without any covers, and just freeze. Oh that was just a lovely feeling. That is also a feeling that you get when you live in England all the bloody time. There is never any warmth in England...none, whatsoever. But, as I got older, Nathan would assume more control over those capabilities. I would sneak into his mind in the night and take over while he "slept" and I would just enjoy my time in the open, but, as I alluded to, that never lasted long."

NHL: "But, just so you all know, I'm not too happy with the AWA's current situation. I'm not proud to hold the AWA United States Championship, and I'm certainly not happy with how Damage, Inc. is being "managed". Damn that woman, where the hell is she!"

(Just then, the door flings open, and we see Henry's estranged wife, Sarah Hawthorne, walk into the room. She immediately rubs her arms while she walks towards the fan to shut it off.)

NHL: "Touch that fan, and those fingers will never touch anything ever again!"

SARAH: "Henry, it's 37 in here! You have the air conditioning on. You have this fan blowing cold air towards you. What the hell is the matter with you?"

NHL: "I'm THINKING! Now, if you would like to also have the use of your voice box, you will fetch me Kelly."

SARAH: "She's on her way. She stopped for some coffee."

NHL: "Coffee? Sarah, can you get me some ice water, please. My throat is parched."

SARAH: "Get it yourself. I'm leaving the room."

(As Sarah reaches for the door, it flies open. She is startled by the presence of "The Sensational" Brian Stevens. Brian waves to Sarah as she darts from the room. Brian shivers a bit and notices that his breath is actually visible in the room.)

STEVENS: "Damn, Henry, this room is actually freezing. I don't know how you do it, but man, it's pretty damn cold in here."

NHL: "Thanks. Did you see Kelly on her way here?"

STEVENS: "Yeah."

NHL: "Well, before she gets here, I want to run by you a bit of a change of plans here. We both know that Kelly is sort of bad news to Damage, Inc., but at the same time, she greatly dislikes Travis Gray. So, I think that instead of following through with our current plan, we should move on a path to further motivate her. We should also show her that anything that is done that isn't done according to our liking, she will be punished. Also, we should tone her roll back slightly as a cause of changing our plans, which will give us more control over certain stuff that we have previously entrusted in her."

STEVENS: "That sounds good to me, boss."

NHL: "Good. Then we will proceed according to pla-"

(The door flings open as we see Kelly Gunns walking into the room with her coffee. The steam coming off the cup from inside the cold room is tremendous as we look at her entering the room and beginning to shiver. She looks down at NHL who is just wearing his wrestling gear and a black tank top.)

NHL: "Good to see you, Kelly. What's the matter, you seem afright?"

KELLY: "Well, if it wasn't freezing in here, I wouldn't have this look on my face."

STEVENS: "Nice shirt, Kelly."

(Kelly looks down and sees the reaction her body is having on the cold room. He immediately grabs a button-down sweater and buttons up for the cold. She takes a sip of her coffee and takes a seat.)

KELLY: "So, what do you want, Henry?"

NHL: "It has come to my attention that your role in Damage, Inc. has been, well, damaging. Your care-free managing of our group has been costly and it's shown in the past. Certain promos and gym time haven't been scheduled at certain gyms and in the arena. Tapes we have made just never made it to the people that we wanted them to reach. So, Brian and I talked and we decided to fire you."

KELLY: "FIRE ME? What did I do to get me fired??"

NHL: "Well, it's ju-"

KELLY: "I want a damn answer! Just because other people screwed up, you're going to fire me?"

NHL: "No, not exa-"

KELLY: "Then, I take your physical abuse and such, and still, you have the balls to fire me?"

NHL: "Like I said, you -"

KELLY: "ANSWER ME!"

NHL: "SHUT UP WOMAN! I'm bloody well trying to, but you keep flapping your gums! SHUT UP AND LISTEN!"

KELLY: "Sorry."

NHL: "But, we decided to change our minds and since then just reduce your role. You are no longer our manager, but, instead, your our Public Relations person. You will keep your pay and such, but your role has been reduced."

KELLY: "It's not about the pay, Henry. I thought you would have figured that out by now. I don't need the money. If I wanted to, I could by the AWA from Keiko Ono and run it myself."

NHL: "Well, that's the reason why you're still here. You hate Travis as much as we do, so, that's another reason why you're still with Damage, Inc. But, we'll discuss these matters in private."

(NHL motions towards the cameraman. He gets up and quickly leaves the room. The camera fades out. John Rourke stands outside of the arena, near a faded green metal door and a blue dumpster. He is leaning his weight on a pair of crutches while smoking a cigarette. A taxi pulls up several feet away, and out steps Dark Warrior carrying a gym bag. He heads for the door without acknowledging Rourke. As Christianson reaches to open the door he is hit in the face with a breath of smoke. He turns to look at John before speaking.)

DW: What the hell man?

ROURKE: You can't even acknowledge me? Good to know the people haven't changed 'round here while I've been gone, even if the ownership did. You're still an ass.

(Rourke takes a really deep draw on his cigarette.)

ROURKE: But then again, so am I.

(John exhales all of the smoke right into Jeff's face. Christianson has to blink a few times to clear his eyes.)

DW: Yeah, but now you're a cripple too.

(Warrior kicks the crutch out from under John's left arm, catching him off guard and sending him crashing to the pavement. Dark Warrior walks into the building quietly chuckling to himself as John lays on the ground with rage building inside him.)

FJ: "Could John Rourke have been the returning legend?"

HS: "I doubt it, Frank. John Rourke is a former AWA Cruiserweight Champion, but he isn't a legend that hasn't competed in years."

FJ: "Yeah, whatever. Nazi."

HS: "The next match this evening is the Canadian Deathmatch."

FJ: "Herb, much like the last Canadian Deathmatch, I have a surprise."

HS: "Tie Domi isn't back again is he?"

FJ: "No, but we will be joined via phone by a special guest commentator."

(We hear Herb sigh as Frank continues.)

FJ: "That's right, straight out of the 1980 Olympic Games... Al Michaels!"

AM: "It's good to be here guys. Thanks for inviting me. I'm ready to call some intense action tonight."

HS: "Like I said, before Herb interupted me. This is the first ever AWA Tag Team Canadian deathmatch featuring the Canucks, and the Williams brothers."

AM: "Otherwise known as Xtreme Jeff and Terry 'The Storm' James Vs John Williams and Brian Williams."

(We now look up on the large screen and fade into a hockey arena. We see The Canucks come out first, dressed in what looks to be Canadian Olympic team uniforms, with complete pads as well. They step out from behind their bench.)

AM: "Boy, Canada is going to have a showing tonight."

HS: "Al, you do know this is wrestling right? This isn't Russia Vs the USA."

FJ: "Herb, quiet. Al is a special guest. You're lucky he's not here in person or he'd school you on how to properly talk about this match."

(We now see the Williams brothers emerge from their lockerroom. They jump the boards in their Maple Leaf Jerseys. We see the special gear made for Brian Williams 7 foot frame. The all slide towards center ice.)

AM: "I've never saw a hockey player that big."

FJ: "That makes two of us."

HS: "Wrestlers... They are wrestlers."

(All four men are now at center ice, and we hear a bell ring from somewhere inside the arena. Brian Williams immediately bodychecks both members of the Canucks. John Williams quickly gets in on the action and picks Terry James up. Terry James throws a punch at John Williams, but it hits John Williams helmet. Terry James now tires to slide away from John Williams, but John and Brian Williams both give chase. John Williams immediately puts a Thunderous Bodycheck on the Boards to Terry James. We then see Terry James, who's leaning up against the glass, get a huge body check up against the glass from Brian Williams, cracking the glass a little.)

AM: "What a hit! I think we need to get the trainers out after that one."

FJ: "You can say Terry James has just been Thunderstruck!"

HS: "It's okay, he's a hockey player... I mean a wrestler."

(Xtreme Jeff now comes to his partners aide. He hits Brian Williams in the stomach with the hockey stick, and body checks John Williams into the boards. Williams in turn tries to bodycheck him, but the speedy Xtreme Jeff moves out of the way, almost causing Williams to hit Brian Williams. John Williams turns around and is met with a back elbow by Xtreme Jeff sending him down to the Ice.)

AM: "Look at all of this excitement!"

FJ: "What a game. This is brutal. We've already saw two, two minute minors but no calls. The referees are really letting them play tonight, Al."

HS: "Will you two get over it."

AM: "Right you are Frank. We did see the Elbow, and the slashing call. I hope it isn't this violent all night."

FJ: "I disagree, I hope it is this violent all night."

(We now see Brian Williams back up. He takes a swing with his hockey stick at Xtreme Jeff, and attempts to pursue him. He doesn't realize that Terry James has hooked his legged, and as soon as Brian Williams starts to skate, he falls down landing on the cold ice.)

FJ: "Another minor penalty."

AM: "Two minutes, tripping."

HS: "Oh, brother."

(Xtreme Jeff now attempts to capitalize on this moment by skating towards Brian Williams. He executes a baseball slide to the ribs of Brian Williams. We see the monster grab his ribs. Meanwhile, Terry James is about to hit Brian Williams in the head with his hockey stick. John Williams drops his gloves, and picks his stick back up to hook Terry James right before he can execute a baseball swing. Terry James spins around and John Williams puts him towards him. Williams drops his stick and executes a picture perfect belly to belly suplex on Terry James which sends him sliding across the ice to the other side of the boards.)

AM: "There's a major penalty."

FJ: "5 minutes for fighting, but the officals keep letting them go."

HS: "I'll bet both of you one hundred bucks that the official will count to three before he allows this match to end."

(Xtreme Jeff saw what happened to his partner and doesn't see Brian Williams swinging, his hockey stick at his back. We immediately see Xtreme Jeff fall to the floor in pain. We now see Brian Williams pick up Xtreme Jeff's hockey stick, and break it over his back.)

AM: "This is getting out of hand."

FJ: "You can say that again."

AM: "This is getting out of hand."

HS: "Will both of you shut up and call the match?"

AM and FJ together: "You mean the game?"

HS: "Oh, brother."

(John Williams has skated over to Terry James and ripped his helmet off. He now begins punching Terry James, who looks like he's out on his feet. We then hear someone skating from the far side of the rink over towards where John and Terry are, and we see John sidestep and Brian Williams sandwiches Terry James up against the boards. We see Terry James fall to the ground.)

AM: "That has to hurt."

FJ: "Brian Williams is an enforcer out there."

HS: "A little history for those of you who are watching your first Canadian Deathmatch. This is the second Canadian Deathmatch in AWA history, and the first tag team Canadian Deathmatch in AWA history. The first one had Mr. Jack B. Happy, who wanted to be known as Drake Hyde at the time facing off against former AWA upstart, BlackJack."

(Xtreme Jeff, who's finally recovered from the two huge hockey stick shots he took to his back, skates up behind Brian Williams and pushes him into John Williams who is up against the boards. We then see Brian turn around and he's met but a slash to the face from Terry James' hockey stick, followed by a sliding knee lift, sending the monster falling back into the boards. John Williams now tries to skate out, but he's tripped by what used to be his stick. Xtreme Jeff takes his helmet off, and begins ripping at Brian Williams helmet. We see Xtreme Jeff punching the big man up against the boards as Terry James has mounted John Williams.)

AM: "this has turned into an all out brawl."

HS: "Like you expected anything different?"

AM: "I expected a nice lowscoring, hard hitting, clean game."

FJ: "I expected the hard hitting part. Any game involving Brian Williams will rarely be clean, but will always be brutal."

(We see Brian Williiams attempt to fight back, throwing a huge right hand. Xtreme Jeff ducks and as Brian turns back around to throw another, he's met by his helmet, which knocks the big man down on the ground. By now, John Williams has flipped Terry James. John tries to pick him up, but Xtreme Jeff skates up behind him and grabs his head into a side headlock position. Xtreme Jeff now takes flight and does a bulldog to John Williams with both men now sliding past Center ice.)

HS: "We're finally getting some wrestling moves folks."

FJ: "This shocked the hell out of me!"

AM: "Me too, Frank. It's hard to see what this great sport has become."

(Terry James now skates over to John Williams. They both pull John Williams up, and send him towards the penalty box. They throw John Williams in there, and lock him up. Meanwhile, Brian Williams is back on his feet shaking off the cobwebs. He turns around and begins skating towards his partner, who's trapped in the penalty box, but out of nowhere, both Canucks hit him with a clip to each leg sending Brian Williams down onto the ice, and sliding towards the penalty box.)

HS: "That could change the tide of the match."

AM: "Another illegal way to take down an opponent."

FJ: "Good strategy used by the Canucks."

(Brian pain, helps John out of the box before the Canucks can capitalize on them. John immediately skates around, leading them away from the action. John and the Canucks do a circle around the rink. John then begins heading back down the side where the penalty box is, with the Canucks nowhere in sight. John quickly pulls away from them, and as the speed up, Brian Williams steps out of the penalty box and double clotheslines them both, bouncing their heads off the ice.)

HS: "Both Canucks' heads just bounced off the ice!"

AM: "That's the most brutal thing I've saw in sports in all the years I've been broadcasting."

FJ: "There's no way they can overcome a concussion like that. Canucks, go find Preist Homles, Troy Aikman, Steve Young, and Jeremy Roenick and have fun getting your memory back."

(John Williams heads towards one of the goal nets with Xtreme Jeff's unconcious body. He picks him up, but Xtreme Jeff slides off of his back and pushes him away. Meanwhile, Brian Williams picks up Terry James. He skates right beside the glass that was cracked by Terry James earlier, and throws Terry James through the glass with a Fall-away slam. We now see Brian take a rest on the ground as it looks like his work is finished for the match. On the other side of the rink, John Williams is trying to catch Terry James in what looks to be a race around the rink. Terry James, instead of heading down the side where the monster Brian Williams awaits, desides to deke around John Williams, and head back down the otherside.)

HS: "Xtreme Jeff saw his partner thrown through the glass and he wants no part of Brian Williams."

FJ: "Good strategy again, by the Canucks. The Williams can't seem to put them away."

AM: "UNBELIEVEABLE!"

(As John Williams finally catches him, Xtreme Jeff comes to a complete stop right infront of the Williams bench. John Williams skates right by him. Xtreme Jeff now slides into John Williams knocking him over the boards and into his bench. Xtreme Jeff then grabs a water bottle from his own bench. Takes one drink. He then takes another, but as John Williams gets up, he spits the drink in his face, blinding him for a moment. Xtreme Jeff then slams the water bottle off the head of John Williams, who falls down into the lockerroom area.)

HS: "Xtreme Jeff is fighting back."

FJ: "He took a little bit of the strategy that the Williams were using. If you can't beat em', beat em'."

AM: "Good call Frank. Team Canada seems to have changed from their finesse wrestling style to a more brutal one to combat the two huge Williams brothers..."

HS: "He made a wrestling remark!"

AM: "In this nice two-on-two all out Canadian Warfare hockey game!"

FJ: "Good call, Al."

(Xtreme Jeff follows John Williams into the lockerroom while trading punches along the way. Brian Williams is back to his feet after a quick rest. He steps over the boards, into the empty arena stands where he threw Terry James. Brian Williams begins to look for Terry James, who seems to have crawled away. Brian does one very smart thing, he follows the trail of blood. He's sees Terry James attempting to crawl up a set of stairs and immediately makes a b-line for him.)

HS: "This is going to be brutal."

FJ: "AND I LIKE IT THAT WAY!"

(Brian Williams immediately picks Terry James up with one hand. He grabs Terry James head, and bounces it off the glass. He then throws Terry James back down onto the stairs. As Terry James pulls himself up, with one arm on both of the two seats beside him, Brian Williams lifts his boot nad nails a very vicious big boot knocking Terry James cold to the floor. Brian Williams picks Terry James up and begins carrying him up the stairs.)

AM: "They are fighitng in the crowd!"

HS: "I don't like the looks of this. Jack Happy fell down a set of stairs the last time we had a match... and he we haven't heard from him since then."

(We now fade over to John Williams and Xtreme Jeff. Xtreme Jeff, who continues to have the advantage, kicks John Williams in the gut. Xtreme Jeff then grabs John Williams face and slams it onto a table full of food, and drags him all the way across it, and dragging him off the otherside.)

FJ: "I sure hope John Williams was hungry... because he just got fed!"

HS: "Kind of lame, Frank... Kind of lame."

(We now see Brian Williams put Terry James down on the ground, and then slowly picks him up. Terry James nails a shocking Low Blow, sending Brian Williams teetering towards falling down the stairs, ala Jack Happy at Vortex. However, in a last ditch effort by Terry James, Terry grabs Brian's head and slams it through a popcorn machine's glass, creating an instant fountain of youth blood scene. Brian, instead of falling down, backs up and grabs Terry James and they both begin falling down the stairs.)

AM: "OH MY GOD!"

HS: "Holy SHIT!"

FJ: "You can't say that. We could have two guys entering a coma here, even though both of their heads missed every step. Whoever recovers first from that injury could change the tide of the match."

(We now see a referee finally show up in the Williams brother's lockerroom. We see John Williams stand up on his own, and Xtreme Jeff making his way over to him with a steel chair. Xtreme Jeff swings the chair and John Williams immediate dives to the ground, and the chair bounces off the wall and out of Xtreme Jeff's hands. John Williams quickly spears Xtreme Jeff to the ground.)

HS: "John Williams has taken control."

AM: "Just a bad day for the Canadian Olympic Team today. The Maple Leafs look to be in control of this game."

FJ: "What a match!"

(John Williams quickly pulls Xtreme Jeff up and begins to hit the spinal alignment.)

HS: "Four brutal backbreakers in a row. This is the beginning of the end for The Canadian Olympic Team... I mean the Canucks."

(John Williams goes for the first cover of the match. One... Two... and a kickout by Xtreme Jeff. We now fade back to Brian Williams and Terry James. Both men are trading punches, but their punches seem rather weak after that huge tumble. Brian Williams throws a punch, and Terry James dodges it by diving on the ground. Terry James now crawls through Brian Williams legs, and grabs onto where the glass he was thrown to used to be. He quickly dives back up and lands on the ice. He attempts to skate over to the goalies net, with Brian Williams slowly following in what looks to be the world's slowest skating competition.)

HS: "What do these two have left in their tanks? And how will they be able to help their partners?"

FJ: "Please tune in tomorrow night for the next episode of Tennage Mutant Ninja Turtles!"

HS: "Frank, that was random."

AM: "So where your comments."

FJ: "Boooyah!"

HS: "Al, shut up."

(John Williams now backs away from Xtreme Jeff. He runs at him attempt and clothesline, but Xtreme Jeff ducks and crawls away. John Williams turns around and attempts a superkick, but Xtreme Jeff also counters with a superkick, knocking both men down.)

FJ: "The winner of this match will still look like a loser tonight."

(We now see Brian Williams skate towards Terry James, but Terry James quickly kicks him into the stomach. Terry James throws Brian Williams shoulder into the goalies net. We see Terry now skate up against the boards, closest to the Williams bench. Brian slowly gets up and skates as fast as he can, to attempt a body check to Terry James. Terry ducks this attempt and throws Brian Williams through the glass. Terry now sits on the ice.)

HS: "Brian Williams has now went throught he glass!"

(We now see John Williams with a sleeper hold applied to Xtreme Jeff, who seems to be fading fast. We hear a commotion coming from the tunnel. The referee grabs Xtreme Jeff's arm once. It drops. We hear a chair fold up. He grabs Xtreme Jeff's arm again, and it drops. We hear footsteps. He grabs Xtreme Jeff's arm a third time, and as it drops, we hear a loud THWACK! and John Williams immediately hits the ground. We see Xtreme Jeff bounce off the ground and roll out of the way of the falling John Williams body. The camera then turns to see who just did that, and we see Terry James on his knees with a steel chair in front of him.)

HS: "That could have changed the tide of the match."

FJ: "For the first time in the match, the Williams seem to be in trouble. A rare occaision indeed."

AM: "You can say that again."

HS: "Please don't."

(They Canucks pick up John Williams. Xtreme Jeff places him into a bulldog position. Jeff does the bulldog, and while in the air, Terry James catches John's neck and does a stunner, completing The Canuck Crusher. Instead of going for the cover, they quickly pick John Williams up, and sit him on a bench. They both grab steel chairs and do a conchairto to him. They both continue to bash his back with alternating chair shots.)

HS: "Will they end this maddness?"

FJ: "That was about 5 chairshots a piece, not counting the conchairto."

AM: "This is the most brutal thing I've ever saw."

(The Canucks look at each other as if they are satisfied, and throw their chairs down. They roll John Williams over and both men hook a leg. The referee counts. One... Two... Three...)

AM: "IT'S A MIRACLE ON ICE!"

FJ: "Does that answer your question, Herb?"

HS: "What a violent and brutal match."

AM: "Great Prision rules, Canadian Hockey Warfare game."

FJ: "And thank you, Al Michaels for adding your hockey expertise and making this an instant classic for all of us."

AM: "No problem Frank. Any time I can help out."

HS: "I would like to say that this is the first and last time I hope to work with you, Al."

(We cut to a commercial hyping next week's return of AWA Sunday Night Shock coming from the Don Haskins Center in El Paso, Texas, before cutting back into the arena. We see the video begin on the video screen, with the words Jeff Christianson appearing. It goes away to the words 'The Greatest Technical Wrestler to Live' appear. Then the video screen shows various clips from Jeff Christianson's matches and interviews that he's been involved in.)

("Respect My Game" by Master P blares over the PA and we fade backstage. We see Jeff Christianson and Paige leave their locker room and begin making their way towards the ringside area. We finally see them reach the top of the stage to a chorus of boos from the crowd. They both give a very arrogant smile as the crowd begins to intensely boo them out of the arena. He looks directly at the ring, while walking down the center of the aisle. Paige, He doesn't acknowledge the fans being at the event, never taking his eyes off the ring. Paige on the other hand, begins teasing the crowd. She walks over to the barricade as if she's going to let a fan touch him, and at the last second she backs up as if to say she's too good for that person. Jeff Christianson now stops at the bottom of the entrance. Paige passes him and walks up the ring stairs, with Jeff Christianson slowly following behind her in his black and white jumpsuit. Jeff Christianson now turns around and spits at the crowd. Paige now holds the middle rope open and tells him to get in the ring. Jeff Christianson gets in the ring. Paige follows by stepping in between the middle rope and the bottom rope. He walks over to his corner and climbs up to the middle rope. He holds both his arms up to even more heat from the crowd. Paige now poses at his side. He then hops down. Paige then gets out of the ring.)

HS: "Well Christianson looks ready for this match, and it is definitely right down his alley, as he proclaims himself as the greatest technical wrestler alive."

FJ: " Proclaims himself?"

HS: "Yes, I believe there are a number of men here in the AWA that can wrestle with Mr Christianson."

FJ: "Yeah, but what would you know, you actually think you are a better wrestling announcer than me."

HS: "Now Frank that simply is not true; I KNOW, that I am a better wrestling announcer than you."

(Jeff Christianson snatches the mic from the ring announcer. He looks around at the audience and begins to speak.)

HS: "What the hell is he doing? He's about to wrestle..."

FJ: "sssshhhhh... He's about to speak."

DW: "In a few minutes, you're about to see the greatest wrestler alive reborn!"

(We hear the crowd begin booing at that remark. He continues.)

FJ: "Listen to the crowd cheer him."

HS: "They aren't cheering him."

DW: "You'll see Jeff Christianson Vs Brian Stevens in one of the most grueling matches ever to take place in the AWA. You'll see Jeff Christianson Vs Brian Stevens in a true test of endurance, and wrestling ability. You'll see Jeff Christianson and Brian Stevens in a Low Rules match!"

(We hear the crowd cheer, but he continues.)

FJ: "Told you they were... you just misheard them the first time."

HS: "I highly doubt that."

DW: "For a short period of time... Why? Because Brian Stevens thinks he can knock me out... He thinks he can do it. I KNOW I can knock him out.

(The crowd begins to give a mixed reaction.)

HS: "See what I mean?"

FJ: "The are just doing that for attention."

DW: "My opponent has said the same thing over and over. He's been trying to emulate me all week. Well, that stops here. That stops tonight. He's about to get the beating of his life. He's going to get a similar match, much like the match I and Silent C had."

(The crowd heavily boo. He continues.)

FJ: "Yess... I loved last months encounter."

HS: "I'm sure you did."

DW: "Brian Stevens, prepare to tap like you've never tapped before, because I've been waiting for my revenge ever since Silent C lost my AWA Tag Team Titles to you and NHL. Then, he lost my rematch... So you can claim to hold a victory over me, but you've never pinned my shoulders to the mat. I got tired of that last month and took everything into my own hands. This will be the same exact thing..."

FJ: "I loved the rematch."

HS: "Many people loved that match. It was very brutal, and everyone did their best to make sure the others couldn't walk out."

(DW drops the mic and awaits Brian Stevens in the ring. The lights slowly dim in the arena and the fans start booing immediately, knowing full well of the man about to make his entrance. "Jet Black New Year" by Thursday hits over the PA System and white strobes start dancing, coordinated to the intro. As the secondary intro hits, red flashing lights accompany the white strobes, still mingling with the songs beat. Stevens emerges from the back once the secondary intro hits and stands atop the entrance ramp and stares down into the audience, looking back and forth at his hecklers. Stevens finally makes his way down the ramp, stopping at the bottom to eat up the crowd's hatred. Stevens continues to the right, circling the ring. Stevens will occasionally stand on a chair near the guardrail (used by arena security) and bridge himself with a leg on the chair and another on the guardrail. Stevens throws his arms up and starts jawing with the nearby fans. Stevens smiles as he gets assaulted by verbal hatred from the crowd. Stevens will continue circling the ring until he slides in unexpectedly and starts cockily pounding his chest before throwing open his arms. Stevens does this at all four sides, feeding off of the crowds animosity. Brian finally finds his corner and awaits the bell.)

HS: "Well I have to say that Stevens looks just as ready here, I guess it is time to get things underway, but first lets just go over the rules one more time. There will be three five minute rounds, and three judges at ringside who will score the match according to a predetermined set of rules provided to them by the AWA. Basically Wrestling moves and holds, as well as reversals and counter moves will earn a wrestler maximum points, lesser moves technically will earn less points, and anything deemed rule breaking by the official AWA rulebook will results in loss of points. Of course none of that matters if either man picks up a pinfall or submission at any time in any round the match ends right then and there."

FJ: "Should be great and it looks like its time to start round one."

(The ref checks both wrestlers and gets their okay, and then calls for the bell. The two competitors come together and lock up mid ring and Stevens instantly pulls out of the tie up and slips behind with a hammer lock. Christianson is about to elbow his way out when he stops and ducks underneath the arm of Stevens and applying a hammer lock of his own. This last short term as well as Stevensducks out and then delivers a hip toss to DW. DW gets up and charges and Stevens delivers another but this time DW is able to hold onto Stevens' arm and flip him instead. Both men come to their feet and eye up the other. They again come together and are about to lock up but Stevens ducks under and gets DW in a waist lock and lifts him looking for a belly to back suplex, but then falls forward in a take down and then maneuvers up and gets DW into a head scissors. DW struggles a bit but then with his head still held by Stevens me moves around so he is standing at Stevens feet and flips forward his feet landing each side of Stevens head and with a bridge gets into a pinning position 1........................2.......................)

HS: "Near fall there from Christianson, very unique counter to the head scissors, and likely scored big with the judges, but Stevens is holding his own, I would have thought to see him a little less comfortable in this situation."

FJ: "I knew he would do just fine, that is the kind of competitor that he is, he does have a very extensive background in mat wrestling."

HS: "Well it has shown here so far, a great match in the opening minute."

(DW rolls away after the kick out by Stevens and both men come to their feet and again lock eyes. They circle a couple of times and go to lock up, this time it is DW who ducks and uses a double leg takedown to get Stevens to the mat. DW then moves to the head of Stevens and locks in a head scissors of his own, but Stevens quickly springs up and his head slips out of the grip of DW. Then quickly with DW still down Stevens does a standing frog splash and covers but Christianson is able to bridge and slide out underneath Stevens cover and he backs away. Stevens gets to his feet and the two back off a step as the crowd begins to cheer the great wrestling action.)

HS: "Well the crowd seems to love this classic display of wrestling the way it should be."

FJ: "I dont know why, not even a drop of blood, just two men rolling around on the ground trying to lay on top of the other for at least three seconds, not my cup of tea to say the least."

(The two men move towards each other but stay at arms length each slapping at the others hand. Stevens then dives in looking to shoot the leg of DW, but DW is able to maintain his balance and Stevens stand backup holding the left leg of Christianson. DW hops around for a moment before Stevens leans in a sweeps out DW's other leg taking him down. Stevens then still holding onto the left leg Christianson drops to the mat and applies a heel hook submission on Christianson who tries to counter but Stevens gets it locked in quickly. Christianson shows the pain he is in but will not tap. The ref checks him again but again Christianson still will not tap. He then manages to roll over to his stomach turning the heel hook into an ankle lock. Christianson still refuses to give up as he struggles to get away.)

HS: "Stevens has Christianson in an ankle lock, I dont know how long we will be able to hold on without being forced to tap."

(Christianson is able to push up since Stevens does not have his leg properly grapevined and as he does Stevens stands with him still holding onto the ankle, but Christianson is able to twist and roll under Stevens which breaks the hold and Stevens stumbles away. He quickly moves in again and tries to shoot both legs this time but DW blocks jumping back and catches Stevens in a front face lock which he holds for a moment before he lets go and wraps his arms around the arm of Stevens and his legs around the other arm and with the crucifix locked in he pulls Stevens down, then rolls aside and with his legs still wrapped around the arm he pulls back locking in an arm bar. Stevens is in obvious pain but will not tap, and is not int he move long as he is able to somehow slip his arm out of the grip of DW and Stevens rolls to the corner favoring the arm.)

HS: "Dark Warrior nearly got the win there with that arm bar, but Stevens managed to slip away, but is the damage done."

FJ: "yeah, what good will that arm be for the rest of this match."

HS: "Folks this one is almost to close to call as the first round winds down."

(With DW stalking toward Stevens the ring bell sounds signifying the end of round one. Both men retreat to their corners as instructed by the referee.)

HS: "Well I could not say who is in the lead so far, I would venture a guess but that would not be right."

FJ: "You chicken, I am going to go out on a limb and say that Stevens is in the lead, but that is just a guess."

HS: "Yes, and it is what happened in the eyes of the judges that counts."

FJ: "We all know Summers, you dont need to keep telling us."

HS: "Well it looks like things are about to get back under way, lets go back to the ring."

(The bell rings and round two is under way. The men come to the center of the ring and lock up, and Stevens uses his size to back Dark Warrior down into the corner. Stevens breaks cleanly ont he refs request, careful not to lose any valuable points. Stevens backs out and allows DW out of the corner and the two lock up again, this time DW does a go behind and then springs up onto the shoulders of Stevens. DW then rotates and delivers a hurricanranna, then reaches back and grabs Stevens legs for a cover 1....................2.............. Kick out by Stevens.)

HS: "Christianson tried to steal this one right off the bat, and I think he nearly caught Stevens off guard with that very athletic maneuver."

FJ: "Now dont even bother talking about scoring with the judges, I dont want to hear it."

HS: "That is what the match is all about Frank after all, I like to keep the people updated."

(DW rolls away after the near fall and Stevens shocked a bit but not hurt gets back to his feet and the two circle the ring once again. They come together and DW quick takes Stevens over into a side head lock. But Stevens lifts DW up into the air for a back suplex, but while he is up in the air DW releases the headlock and rolls back off the shoulder of Stevens and lands on his feet. Stevens turns as DW charges Stevens ducks and DW hits the far ropes and comes back. Stevens goes for an arm drag but again as he is flipped DW hangs on and Stevens is the one who ends up taking the force of the arm drag.)

HS: "Stevens appears to be getting frustrated here just a couple minutes into round two, it seems like every time he gains a remote advantage Christianson finds a way to counter, and score huge points with the judges."

(Stevens begins to show a bit of frustration as he slams his hands on the mat before climbing back to his feet. The two move together again and are about to lock up when DW ducks under, Stevens turns around obviously getting very steamed and is about to swing with a closed fist but at the last minute stops, and as he does DW nails him with a flying head scissors taking Stevens to the ground. DW is quickly on top of him locking in a rear chin lock in an obvious attempt to wear Stevens down.)

HS: "This might be a smart move by Christianson, he is not only taking a lot of the steam out of his opponent, and he is taking up time that Stevens could use to gain needed points or perhaps steal a victory."

FJ: "Wow, I am amazed Summers."

HS: "Amazed at What?"

FJ: "The fact that you did not even include the fact that DW could use this move to score BIG POINTS."

HS: "Well he can, so it works on many levels, but I would expect that, he is a veteran of this match."

(DW continues to works the chin lock momentarily before Stevens is able to get to his feet. DW then turns the chin lock into a side head lock which he wrenches in on until Stevens is able to push him off and into the ropes. DW comes back and Stevens grabs him and nails a reverse Russian leg sweep which he follows up with a cover 1...................2.............. Kick out by DW. Stevens is right back on DW pulling him to his feet and nailing him with a belly to belly suplex, which he quickly rolls off of and once again pulls DW to his feet and applies a full nelson on DW, which puts DW into a degree of difficulty, but DW is able to move toward the corner and run up the turnbuckles, which releases the pressure on the hold. DW then flips over the back of Stevens and grabs his head in a sleeping neck breaker like move in the process.)

HS: "Wow, what a great counter that was, and Dark Warrior with the Cover..."

(DW flips his legs over the shoulders of Stevens and reaches down grabbing his legs for the cover 1.....................2............. Kick out by Stevens. DW looks toward the ref obviously wondering about the count but is quickly back at Stevens. DW pulls him him back to his feet and locks him in a belly to belly position then lifts him and flips him over his head landing a text book northern lights suplex with bridge for a cover 1.................................2................................ Kick out by Stevens. Just as Stevens kicks out the bell rings to signify the end of round two.)

HS: "That bell may have come at exactly the ring time for Brian Stevens, he was in danger of getting run over by Dark Warrior, but now he will have time to recover before round three begins."

FJ: "Why must there be one more round, cant we just cut it off here and move on to something a little more interesting?"

HS: "I am rather enjoying this Frank, the back and forth action, both men are putting on a wrestling clinic here."

FJ: "That, and they appear to have found the cure to my insomnia."

HS: "I am not even going to bother, just move on. Folks this has been a great technical match, and it is neck and neck in my eyes."

FJ: "Its nothing in my eyes because I cant keep them open."

HS: "Just shut up Frank, please. Folks it looks like the third and final round is about to get under way so lets go back to the ring."

(The bell rings to start the third round, and the two men move out of their corners. Stevens looks refreshed as he and DW move together and lock up. DW quickly goes behind and instantly springs up onto the shoulders of Stevens once again, this time falling forward performing a victory roll and holds onto the leg for the cover 1.........................2.................. Stevens gets out and rolls through for a cover of his own 1........................2.......................................... kick out by DW and both men rise to their feet. They quickly lock up again again DW uses a slight quickness advantage to go behind, but this time before he can capitalize Stevens slips out of his grip and does a go behind of his own. Stevens then takes DW down with a leg sweep and as he hits the ground Stevens locks in a crippler cross face. DW shows the signs of pain as his face tightens up, and he groans slightly. Stevens holds tight as DW struggles to move toward the ropes.)

HS: "This could be it, Stevens has a cross face on Dark Warrior and he does not look to be getting out of it very quickly."

FJ: "Please, just tap, he is going to break your arm."

HS: "Oh, now you care about the match?"

FJ: "Not really, I just want to see it end."

(Finally after enduring the crossface for close to twenty seconds DW is able to grab hold of the bottom rope and Stevens is forced to break the hold. Stevens backs up and allows DW to rise to his feet, but the damage is done as DW appears to be favoring his arm. The two men lock up once again, this time Stevens takes the advantage and is quickly behind DW with a hammer lock applied. DW grimaces in pain as the hammer lock is on the same shoulder that just got worked over in the cross face. But he is able to slip out and reverse into a hammer lock of his own, Stevens looks to hit an elbow and is about to throw it, but again he stops himself, and is able to get out and go behind re applying his own Hammer lock, but quickly changes his mind and goes for a head lock, but as he is transitioning DW slips out of his grip and locks Stevens into a waist lock and hits a bridging German suplex with a cover 1..............................2........................ Kick out)

HS: "Near fall, what a great series of moves these guys just traded, and the fans are loving it."

(Stevens gets back to his feet and the two men tie up mid ring once again. DW this time whips Stevens to the ropes and as he returns DW goes for another hurricanranna, but Stevens is able to hold onto him and he looks to lock in a Boston crab.)

HS: "What a reversal by Stevens, can he get the Boston crab locked in here? If so this one might be over."

FJ: " Oh, I guess not, now that was impressive."

(What Frank is talking about is the fact that as Stevens was trying to step over DW, DW uses great midsection strength to pull himself back up and some how hit a tornado DDT which he quickly follows up with a cover 1...........................................2...................................... Kick Out)

HS: " Another Near fall, and what a great move by Dark Warrior, these guys are giving it there all, never have I seen so many moves and counter moves in one match, just awesome."

(DW glares at the ref, but does not loose focus to much. He pulls Stevens back to his feet and quickly locks in a front face lock and goes for a suplex, but Stevens blocks it, DW again attempts a suplex, but again Stevens is able to block, and this time slip out and apply a front face lock of his own, and quickly snap DW into the air for a suplex, but as he has him up he hooks the leg and lands with a bridge.)

HS: "OH, PERFECT PLEX BY STEVENS LOOK OUT!!!!"

(The ref falls into position and begins his count 1..............................................2.........................................................3!!!!!!!!!!!!)

FJ: "Three count, this one is over, Stevens has won it."

HS: "I dont know, the bell rang Frank, and I dont think the ref had finished the three count. I dont know who one, look!"

(The Ref springs to his feet and lowers Stevens arm, telling him that the bell to end the third round had rang before his hand hit the mat for the third count. Stevens looks pissed at the ref but he retires to his corner as he is asked, and DW does the same. Both wrestlers sit exhausted in their corner awaiting the decision.)

HS: "Well this one is going to the judges score cards, I really could not declare a winner that is how close this thing was."

(Suddenly the ring announcer cuts in.)

RING ANNOUNCER: "Ladies and Gentlemen, the decision is in, and it is unanimous, all three judges have score this match in favour of the winner...................

"JEFF CHRISTIANSON!!!!!!!!!"

HS: "Jeff Christianson BARELY wins the match via judges' decision, and gets his first win in a Low Rules Match."

FJ: "This was close, Herb, damn close!"

(Suddenly, John Rourke appears at the top of the ramp with a mic in his hand. He leans forward on his crutches just enough to let him bring the mic up to his mouth.)

ROURKE: "Hey Christianson, I'm a cripple huh? Why don't you come up here and see first hand just how cripple I am?"

(This gets Dark Warrior's attention whom, just as Rourke asked, starts up the ramp towards John.)

ROURKE: "Yeah, that's it get your ass up here."

(Just as Christianson gets within striking distance John holds up his hand in a "stop" motion.)

ROURKE: "Whoa whoa. stop right there. There is just one thing you need to know Jeff: I was cleared by the doc to wrestle last week."

(Rourke throws his crutches off to both sides and the men start wildly swinging at each other. It doesn't last long though as security and referees hit the ramp and separate the two. As he pushed to the backstage area Rourke has a huge smile on his face. Christianson points at Rourke and makes the "you're dead" sign by pulling his hand across his throat.)

ONO: "Good old fashioned family entertainment, huh? You Americans and your 'values'..."

HS: "How observant of you. What about showing some appreciation for the fine wrestling we've just seen?"

ONO: "What about some appreciation for your boss sitting right next to you?"

FJ: "What about some appreciation for the returning legend?"

(We cut to a commercial for the new DVD "AWA Heritage", highlighting the greatest matches of the AWA's greatest wrestlers over the years. We cut back into the arena, the fans once again chanting "Eddie! Eddie! Eddie! The house lights dim as white lights strobe as the beginning of "Am I Evil?" by Diamond Head blares throughout the arena. After a few second, red begins to strobe as NHL walks out from the back curtain. As he comes out through the curtain, with the AWA United States Championship around his waist and he spits out water from his mouth and he stands under the red strobe, leaving a hideously evil look about his face. A few seconds later, he starts towards the ring, with Sarah Hawthorne, holding a black bag, slowly following behind her now deranged husband, Henry. As NHL slowly makes his way to the ring, he ignores the jeers and boos from the crowd as he walks gets near to the ring.)

HS: "I wonder what's in that bag that Sarah Hawthorne is holding?"

FJ: "It's probably some secret weapon that Henry plans on using against Cynder during his title defense."

HS: "Whatever it is, I feel as if I've seen that bag before..."

(He ascends the ring steps and heads into the ring through the top and middle ropes. Sarah steps in through the bottom and middle ropes as she looks on as her husband stands on the bottom rope, pointing to the crowd and cursing the people at ringside. NHL takes off his United States Championship and raises it into the air. He closes his eyes and tips his head up, as if looking at the ceiling. After a moment, he opens his eyes, takes in a deep breathe, and walks over to the ring announcer and takes his microphone.)

NHL: "Now, I'm sure you are all wondering what I've got in this bag...well, it's quite simple..."

(NHL rolls out of the ring and takes out a sledgehammer from underneath the ring. He tosses in his US Title and he slides in with the sledgehammer.)

NHL: "I hate the AWA so bloody much, that I would just deface anything that I hate, including that belt."

HS: "HE'S GOING TO DESTROY THE UNITED STATES CHAMPIONSHIP!!!"

NHL: "Sarah, take it out of the bag. I'm sick of holding on to it."

(Sarah unzips the bag and she reaches inside. She pulls out what appears to be...)

HS: "...the Polish Heavyweight Championship?"

NHL: "That's right, it's the Polish title. Now, what does a belt plus a sledgehammer equate to? I think it's a FORMER belt...MuaHaHaHaHaHaaaa."

(NHL drops the belt on the ground. He inhales and spits on the Polish Championship. NHL raises the sledgehammer into the air and he swings down, crashing into the center plate, leaving a huge dent. He raises the hammer into the air again and swings down, this time it hits a plate where it says "Andreas Lasiewicz" and it knocks loose a few diamonds. NHL repeatedly swings the sledgehammer down on the title, breaking diamonds off the plates, and actually denting a hole in the center of the center plate. NHL pulls out a knife from the bag and starts to slice up the leather, ripping it apart in four places. He then tosses the belt on the ground, outside of the ring.)

NHL: "That's what I think of your belt, Laziebicz! That's what I think of your dumb, Polock heritage!"

(NHL rolls out of the ring again and pulls out a canister and starts to squirt it all over the remains of the Polish Championship.)

NHL: "And this is what I'm going to do about it!"

(NHL pulls out a box of matches. He strikes the match off the side of the box and gets an instant ignition. He looks at the flame and he drops it. The match sails through the air until it hits the belt, bursting into flames.)

FJ: "Whoa, he set the belt on fire. Man, this is so warm!"

HS: "SOMEONE GET A FIRE EXTINGUISHER!!"

NHL: "That's what I think of the AWA. Let the bloody bitch burn like a witch at the stake! If I lose my United States Championship tonight, I will damn well be bloody happy, because holding something that represents what the AWA has become just makes me SICK!"

(As NHL rolls into the ring, several people extinguish the flames on the former Polish Championship. The belt, once a shiny piece of metal and fresh leather is now a dented, beat up, cut, and burned image of its former self.)

(As the gentle pulses of "Hell" begin to play, many different faces fade in and out across the AWAtron. Cynder's face joins theirs then supplants theirs, and when the heavy riffs hit, Cynder appears at the top of the ramp and screams out with all the voices of the Hazard Army joining him. After his primal warcry, he slowly stalks toward the ring staring into the faces of the people closest to him along the isle. A few times he stops to absorb the crowds emotions. When he finally slides into the ring he jumps to the second turnbuckle and raises his fist into the sky, while all the Army follows suit and cheers. He drops down and leans against the ropes, waiting for his opponent.)

HS: "Not that this really needs to be said as I'm sure all of our loyal AWA fans know this, but I guess I do feel it should be said: These two men HATE each other."

FJ: "Duh."

HS: "Maybe I'm wrong, but if I were a betting man, I'd bet that you won't see any wrestling holds in this one. These two men are simply here to maim one another."

FJ: "Yeah. It'll probably get bloody. And really... who doesn't like a good blood bath every now and then?"

HS: "Nathaniel Henry Lee hasn't held the AWA United States Championship for very long. He beat then-Polish Champion Andreas Lasiewicz at Overpower in Minnesota to win the strap."

FJ: "Yeah. Tonight should be a good challenge for ol' Henry. If he can retain, maybe he'll find himself on a run similar to the one Nathan had with the No Limit Championship."

HS: "Only time will tell. All I know is that this match will be nothing short of a WAR! You‘re not going to see a 60 minute classic in this one. This match will be short and it will be brutal!"

(Sarah eagerly steps between the bottom and middle rope and gets to the ring floor as we hear the bell sound.)

HS: "There is the bell, Frank!"

(The two men step from their corners and meet center ring, going nose to nose in a staredown. Neither man blinks, and this prompts NHL to start talking trash. Cynder laughs it off before head butting NHL right on the bridge of the nose! NHL staggers backwards to the ropes and Cynder follows up with a clothesline, sending NHL hard to the matted floor below. Cynder follows his opponent to the outside and stalks him until he reaches his feet. Cynder gets his wish and NHL finally gets his footing, but it doesn't last as Cynder body presses NHL up and tosses him as far as he can into the crowd!)

FJ: "Look at the freaky retard strength of Cynder! He just tossed NHL into the fifth row!"

HS: "Like I said, this one will be quick. The human body is capable of taking just so much pain."

(Cynder steps over the guard rail and follows NHL. Cynder helps NHL to his feet as the fans scatter away and Cynder starts punching away at NHL. NHL tries escaping and makes it to the concession stand before Cynder catches up. Cynder tosses NHL into the concession booth and people scream in shock and horror as we now see that NHL's nose is a mess from Cynder's Headbutt from earlier. Cynder lies NHL face up on the counter of the concession stand before ripping down the metal gate and crashing it across the sternum of the US Champion!)

HS: "Jesus. NHL is a mess! His nose is probably broken and who knows if he just broke or bruised any ribs from the heavy concession stand gate!"

FJ: "Henry better hustle up and fined a new strategy, because the one he has right now of getting his ass kicked just isn't working."

(Cynder rips NHL from the stand and Cynder strikes NHL with a few punches before bringing him over to the merchandise stand. NHL finally mounts some offense and punches Cynder in the cash and prizes as hard as he possibly can. NHL follows that up with another. Then another. After the three low blows, NHL tosses the limp body of Cynder on the merch table. NHL gets on the table as well before piledriving Cynder through the table and to the concrete floor below. Both men are down and the ref starts the 10 count. He gets to 5 and NHL is up. NHL starts running away back towards the ring, hoping to get some time to recuperate. Cynder is up on his feet by 9 and starts following Henry. Henry grabs a steel chair and hides in the crowd, waiting for Cynder. The unsuspecting Cynder wonders the crowd, trying to find NHL…until it's too late and the giant gets clocked from behind with a steel chair!)

HS: "What a son of a bitch!"

FJ: "Pssh. What a smart son of a bitch."

(Henry tosses Cynder into the guardrail and it gives way and unlatches from the rest of the guardrail! The thud was sickening! NHL chokes Cynder with the chair before backing away so the ref can count Cynder down for 10. In the meantime, NHL goes under the ring and pulls out a sizable lead pipe. Henry tosses the pipe into the ring but also opts to hold onto the steel chair. Cynder answers the count at 7 and the match is back on! NHL pushes Cynder into the ringpost and swings…but Cynder ducks! Henry is wise enough to keep his advantage and does so with a kick to the nuts of Cynder. NHL rolls Cynder into the ring and follows him in, still with the chair in hand. NHL stalks Cynder, face washing him as he fells necessary…)

HS: "NHL is just toying with Cynder now."

FJ: "Well, when you're as good as Henry is in that ring, you can pretty much do whatever you want."

HS: "This is disgusting!"

(NHL backs himself in the corner and pounds the chair on the mat before cocking it back and waiting for Cynder to get up to his feet. Cynder does finally get to his feet and Henry takes a few running steps before clocking Cynder upside the head…but Cynder is still up! NHL looks stunned and takes another swing an connects again! Cynder is still up!!! Cynder waives NHL to take another shot and NHL is horrified! NHL complies and takes yet another shot with the chair, bending the steel on the chair around the skull of Cynder! And again, Cynder stays up and he is ready to explode! Cynder runs at the stunned NHL and takes him down with a clothesline. NHL springs right up and Cynder hit's a running knee strike to the midsection of NHL before sending NHL to the ropes and nailing him with a lifting sit out Spinebuster! Cynder shows a bit of fire and howls out to the crowd and they respond back big time! Cynder brings NHL to his feet and he hits two short-arm clotheslines before ending the move with a short-arm big boot!)

HS: "Good combination of moves by Cynder."

FJ: "This isn't fair to NHL! He's in the ring with a friggin' lunatic!"

(Cynder leaves NHL in the ring and the ref starts counting him down. Cynder grabs a table from underneath the ring and slides it in the ring. The fans pop bigtime as they know that they are about to see a car wreck! Cynder stops the count by grabbing the throat of NHL and ripping him up from the canvas and slamming him right back down with a vicious Chokeslam! Cynder goes to set up the table…but he doesn't notice that NHL landing right next to the steel pipe! Cynder props the table up in the corner, bridging it from the turnbuckle to the mat. Cynder turns around is suddenly nailed in the stomach with the lead pipe! Cynder immediately hunches over and NHL follows up by cracking him across the back with the pipe! NHL smiles and wraps the pipe around the throat of Cynder and bringing the giant to his feet. NHL hooks the leg and hit's a White Russian Leg Sweep with the pipe jamming right into the windpipe of Cynder! Cynder coughs hard and NHL laughs as he heads to the turnbuckle, wasting little time and flying off with a second rope leg drop! NHL gets up and plays to the crowd…but Cynder gets back up as well! Cynder is breathing heavy and actually foaming a little bit from the mouth! Cynder grabs the hair of the now unsuspecting NHL and starts nailing forearm after forearm to the back of his skull! Cynder finally stops the strikes and takes NHL over with a High Angle release German Suplex. Cynder makes a throat slitting motion and the fans pop! He drags the carcass of NHL up from the mat and hoists him up in a cross…)

HS: "NO! If Cynder hit's the Aftermath on NHL, not only will he have this match one, but he may end NHL's career!"

FJ: "This is garbage! Someone needs to stop this really large rabid man who is liable to kill someone right now!"

HS: "Then why don't you get in there and stop him!"

FJ: "How about no."

(Cynder nails the Aftermath on NHL! The crowd pops big time and they are on their feet! The crowd counts along with the ref…until "The Sensational" Brian Stevens emerges from the entrance way and slides into the ring! Stevens hits Cynder on the turnaround with a huge STO! Stevens goes over to NHL and helps him on his feet to stop the count. Stevens props NHL in the corner and turns his attention back to Cynder!)

HS: "That rotten son of a bitch!"

FJ: "What a brave man! And you know what, it's about time somebody listened to me! Hooray for Brian Stevens!"

HS: "Brian Stevens is an opportunist and probably just ruined any chance Cynder had of winning the US Championship!"

(Stevens smirks as he stands next to the body of Cynder, who is slowly getting up. Brian Stevens motions for the Lariat and once Cynder has his footing, Stevens hit's the ropes and swings at Cynder…but Cynder ducks and Stevens stumbles past him until he is pulled from the ring by someone unseen from our camera. The crowd cheers as he starts pounding away on Stevens…it's ONSLAUGHT! Onslaught brawls with Stevens all the way to the back, once again leaving NHL and Cynder a one on one contest!)

HS: "What integrity shown by Onslaught! Ben Ottoson just showed some true character here tonight!"

FJ: "Ohh! The Bastion of BOOF has broken my heart! Come back, Stevens!"

(Cynder is pounding his chest and Henry charges in at Cynder with a double ax handle…but Cynder shrugs it off! Henry swings wildly with a punch, but Cynder blocks and tosses NHL into the corner and unloads with lefts and rights! NHL crumbles in the corner and once again, Cynder cries out to the fans in the arena! Cynder brings NHL out of the corner and almost immediately drops NHL with a Incynderator Bomb from out of no where! Cynder plays to the fans as the ref counts NHL down…but the fans start chanting for the TABLE! Cynder smiles and pulls NHL from the mat and ending the count at 8!)

FJ: "NO! You son of a bitch! Put Henry down!"

HS: "This is his night, Frank! Cynder is finally going to do it!"

FJ: "This is not a safe working environment for someone as upstanding as NHL! Someone needs to stop this!"

(Cynder hoists NHL up and nails a running Incynderator Bomb through the table! NHL nails his head on a turnbuckle on the other side of the table and appears to be knocked out cold! The ref counts NHL down and the fans count along and finally, he counts 10 and the match is over! The ref raises Cynder's hand!)

HS: "He did it! He did it! He fought off both Stevens and NHL and finally, Cynder has won the AWA United States Heavyweight Championship!"

FJ: "This is hogwash!"

(The ref grabs the belt from the timekeeper and hands it to it's new owner as a batch of referees hit the ring and check on NHL, removing the shards of broken table from the ring. We cut to President Gray's office. Gray is behind his desk, shuffling through paperwork. The door opens, and the returning Shane Solomon sidles in, a beer in each hand. He slides one across the desk to Gray and sits down.)

SOLOMON: "It's been quite a day so far... Nice to relax."

GRAY: laughs "You're getting soft. There's no relaxing here."

SOLOMON: "Fair enough. It would be nice to though, wouldn't it? After the wars we fought, against everyone and each other."

GRAY: "Like when you won that US title belt..."

SOLOMON: "Yeah, and when you STOLE that Hardcore belt."

GRAY: "Stole! Why, I won that relatively fair and square. It wasn't about the belt anyway. I was just proving a point."

(The two sip beers for a moment.)

GRAY: "Who is this "mystery legend?" I HATE stuff like this. All I need is a Theoren Spencer rampaging through here, or a Jack Happy kicking that door in, intent to kick my ass... again."

SOLOMON: "I'm not sure who it is, but I have my suspicions. I'm gonna go double check with security and make sure everything's ok."

GRAY: "Lock that door behind you."

(Solomon exits, and Gray picks up the phone. We return to the announce table.)

HS: "Shane Solomon, the 2nd AWA US Champion and longtime AWA commissioner has really returned! He hasn't been seen in more than three years!"

FJ: "And not even Gray knows who the returning legend is! Can you believe that?"

ONO: "Gray doesn't need to know anything. After all, it's not his company."

HS: "Ladies and gentlemen, at King Of The Kage, Whisper defeated Andreas Lasiewicz en route to winning the AWA World Heavyweight title. The two met again in a match including Low at Overpower, and we all know how this turned out. At the end of the Steel Cage Match between Low and Lasiewicz, which originally included Whisper as well, Whisper attacked both men, crucifying them to the cage. Tonight, Lasiewicz is out for revenge in the first-ever Cages, Cuffs & Crosses Match."

FJ: "But let's not forget that Whisper is the future owner of the AWA. Whisper has been very quiet since last facing Lasewicz, only speaking to foreshadow the end of the AWA... which came... and went... and is now coming again along with Whisper."

HS: "And as soon-"

(Hail to the Chief interrupts Herb.)

HS: "Oh my!"

FJ: "What is HE doing-"

(From the entrance, in his ring attire, comes Whisper. The crowd boos loudly as Whisper makes his way to the ring. He rolls in grabbing a microphone. He starts to talk, but the crowd boos louder as a briefcase bearing Justin comes scampering down the ramp. Whisper talks over the crowd as Justin approaches.)

WHISPER: "Now, now... don't shoot the messenger. Just because Justin here has my 51% control of the company, that's no reason to-"

(Justin reaches Whisper and whispers something into his ear. Whisper's smile quickly fades.)

WHISPER: "What do you MEAN 49%?"

(Justin says something else and Whisper seems to become enraged.)

WHISPER: "Who could have the pull and the money to buy the other 51%!?"

JUSTIN: "Ah-ah-Actually, the other person only got 49% too. Keiko kept 2% so neither of you has a controlling stake since you're both active wrestlers."

WHISPER: "Who!? Who is the other-"

("Drink New Blood" hits the speakers. Whisper bares his teeth in the flashing lights and looks at the ramp. Low steps through with World title in one hand, and some official looking papers in the other. The crowd cheers and begins chants of "Whisper sucks" at the same time. Whisper shakes his head in irate disbelief. Low holds up the papers and the World title. The crowd cheers louder. Whisper is on the ropes now leaning towards Low, mouthing "those are both mine", but Low just smiles and backs through the entrance way.)

WHISPER: "Oh no, you DON'T, you son of a bitch!"

HS: "I don't think I've ever seen Whisper lose it like this."

WHISPER: "You may be able to play your games to steal MY World Championship at Classic, but you won't play those games in my business dealings. Give me back my company! Get your ass out here!"

(The crowd begins cheering loudly.. almost louder than they had for Low... and we see why. Andreas Lasiewicz is in the ring behind Whisper... waiting and watching...)

WHISPER: "I will bury this company! I will seal it's fate! At Wrestlefest, Low, you and I will end this the way it deserves to be ended. I challenge you for your share of this company so I can shut it down..."

(Whisper is yelling over the cheering crowd now.)

WHISPER: "No, I don't challenge you to anything, as a majority shareholder I'm MAKING the match. And while I'm at it, if The Fish doesn't beat you tonight, I'm going to shove that World title right... down... your throat."

(Whisper turns around into a Peacemaker that knocks the microphone out of Whisper's hand and Whisper goes to the mat. Whisper gets hit so hard, JUSTIN falls down, dropping the briefcase and rolling out of the ring. Lasiewicz motions for the cage to be lowered. We see as the cage comes down, there is a small brown bag hanging on the cage door.)

HS: "It looks like the 3 C Match has begun!"

FJ: "And that criminal Lasiewicz has to CHEAT once again."

HS: "Oh please. If I had a dollar for every time Whisper cheated, I could buy 49% of this company!"

FJ: "Oh yeah? Well if I had a dollar for every time Lasiewicz cheated I could... uh..."

HS: "...pay me back the $20 you owe me?"

(In the ring, the cage has lowered around both men and Whisper has been placed in the corner. Lasiewicz is up on the bottom rope for leverage and is pounding down into Whisper's forehead with the counting crowd. After 12 strikes, Lasiewicz throws Whisper to the mat. The crowd cheers on the massacre. Lasiewicz starts to lift Whisper by the hair, but Whisper thumbs Lasiewicz in the eye. Lasiewicz stumbles abck and Whisper gets to his feet. Both men on their feet, they move to square off and... the bell rings.)

FJ: "What the...bell?

HS: "The match is now officially underway as both men need to be standing in the ring with the cage down for that to happen."

(Whisper and Lasiewicz both look annoyedly at the timekeeper. Then, they both move towards eachother and bump chests. Whisper is the shorter man, but still has some angry words for Lasiewicz. Finally, Whisper reaches back and slaps Lasiewicz across the face. The sound cracks and hushes the crowd. Lasiewicz stretches his jaw and looks down at Whisper. He shakes his head, defying the former World Champion, daring him to strike again. Whisper smirks and brings back his hand. He balls his fist into a punch. He swings around and... is caught!)

HS: "What focus by Lasiewicz!"

(Lasiewicz has caught the fist of Whisper and his not leting go. Whisper looks Lasiewicz in the eye, then at his hand, then back to his face, and back to his hand again. Whisper begins to cower. His knees begin to shake. Andreas' hand is turning red over the fist of Whisper that he is apprently squeezing the life from.)

FJ: "Is he trying to make Whisper juice?"

(Whisper reluctantly falls to a knee as Lasiewicz pushes down with the force of determination. He squeezes and pushes harder as the crowd gets louder. Whisper finally breaks free, quickly rolling from range and standing to look at his damaged hand. Whisper holds his right hand gently. Lasiewicz charges the distracted Whisper, but gets a drop toe hold for his troubles. Whisper glides over and quickly applies a side headlock.)

HS: "Lasiewicz isn't going tap to this, not that he could, but smart move by Whisper to slow down the match."

(Lasiewicz stands up, bringing Whisper to his feet. Lasiewicz pushes Whisper off into the ropes and Whisper snaps right back with a big Calf Kick, knocking Lasiewicz to the mat. Whisper wastes no time and begins to stomp away at Lasiewicz. Lasiewicz fights his way through the boots to his feet. Whisper moves for a toe kick, but Lasiewicz grabs the foot. Whisper spins his hip for an enziguri, but Lasiewicz ducks. Whisper spins back for a back kick, but Lasiewicz moves out of the way. Still holding Whisper's leg, he drops an elbow across the knee, sending Whisper to the ground.)

FJ: "Unfair! That's his injured leg!"

HS: "He never HAD an injured leg!"

(With Whisper on the ground, Lasiewicz spins the leg and locks in the Four Card Trick! Whisper immediately turns the move over, but Lasiewicz is ready and rolls the move again. Whisper calls out in pain and with a fierce look of anger at Lasiewicz, he rolls the move over again the other way. Lasiewicz wastes no time rolling yet again, bringing both men back to where they started. Lasiewicz laughs as Whisper struggles to turn the move again. He does, and this time, Lasiewicz lets go. Lasiewicz scrambles to his feet. Whisper gets up as well. Lasiewicz goes for the Peacemaker, but Whisper avoids the kick. Lasiewicz quickly spins and takes a stiff kick and a punishing DDT!)

HS: "Classic strategy by Whisper to slow down the match!"

(After a moment of rest, Whisper moves to the bag and pulls it off of the door. He spills the bag which drops several pairs of handcuffs on the mat. Whisper grins abd picks up a pair of the steel restraits. His eyes dance with pleasure as he looks over at Lasiewicz. He takes a pair of the cuffs and climbs ovwer Lasiewicz's back. Holding either end of the cuffs, Whisper chokes Lasiewicz. Lasiewicz begins gasping for air and gripping at the cuff chain around his neck. Whisper puts his knee in the back of his opponent for extra leverage. Lasiewicz eyes bulge. The crowd begins chanting...)

LASS-A-WITZ! LASS-A-WITZ! LASS-A-WITZ!

(Lasiewicz reaches behind him and grabs to hand fulls of hair. He flips Whisper over the top of him. In one motion he grabs Whisper's arms and hammerlocks one behind Whisper. Whisper moves to reverse the hammerlock.)

CLICK!

(Whisper holds up one wrist, firmly handcuffed with the other end hanging. He flips the empty cuff into his hand and turns back to Lasiewicz. Lasiewicz seems to have had the same idea, as he now has a pair of cuffs on his fist. A metal assisted right hand from Whisper rocks Lasiewicz, but Lasiewicz shakes it off and returns the favor. Whisper lunges forward with another strike. Lasiewicz quickly returns the blow. Another from Whisper busts a cut under Lasiewicz's eyes. The next from Lasiewicz knocks Whisper off his feet.)

HS: "These men are brutalizing eachother! This isn't a match!"

(Whisper sits up, blodd trickling down his face. He looks surprised and dazed. Lasiewicz pounces. Pinning Whisper to thr ground, Lasiewicz begins to pound away with lefts and rights. Whisper tries to defend. Lasiewicz grabs Whisper by the hair with his left hand and pounds away with his right illiciting a reaction from the crowd with every metal-to-forehead strike!)

(WHAM! The crowd cheers louder.)

(WHAM! The crowd cheers louder.)

(WHAM! The crowd cheers louder.)

(WHAM! The crowd cheers louder.)

(Lasiewicz stands off of the bloodied Whisper and raises the cuffed fist to the cheering crowd, who only encourages the Polish Champion. Lasiewicz balls his fists together, cuffs out, preparing for a polish hammer! The crowd starts cheering and stomping. The injured Whisper crawls to the ropes and climbs to his feet with the aide of the ropes. He stumbles and slowly turns right into a massive polish hammer! The crowd explodes. Whisper quickly gets to his feet on nothing more than instinct and takes a boot to the gut. Lasiewicz lifts Whisper up into a vertical suplex and drops him. Lasiewicz rolls his hips and stands up, not letting go of his opponent. He drops another vertical suplex, and again rolls his hips and stands Whisper back up for a third suplex.)

HS: "Lasiewicz is brutal!"

FJ: "Whisper is getting ready to counter-attack!"

(Lasiewicz stands as the crowd chants "Eddie! Eddie!" Lasiewicz smiles, his teeth covered in blood, and does a short shimmy. The crowd eats it up and Lasiewicz picks Whisper up and pushes him to the cage. Lasiewicz laborously cuffs Whisper's already cuffed hand to the cage. He turns around and moves towards the other scattered cuffs. Whisper shakes some cobwebs and moves his free hand to his boot.)

HS: "What's Whisper up to?"

(Whisper pulls from his boot a pair of small diagonal cutting pliers and reaches over to the cuffed hand. He cuts himself loose and falls between the cage and the ropes. He tosses the pliers aside and springboards. Lasiewicz turns into a surprise hurricanrana from Whisper! The crowd boos. As Whisper retakes Lasiewicz, who is standing back up. Whisper kicks Lasiewicz in the gut and drops him over with a fisherman's buster. Whisper recovers and picks up the breifcase from the corner, brandishing it like a weapon.)

FJ: "It's lights out for that Pole."

(Whisper moves in and slams the case into Lasiewicz's head, sending him to the ground. Lasiewicz crawls towards the door corner. Whisper goes to the opposite end and opens the case, removing the long white leather whip we've all seen before. Whisper prepares the whip and as Lasiewicz climbs to his feet in the corner, Whisper strikes with a sickening CRACK!, reopening a wound on the back of Lasiewicz. Lasiewicz's face is twisted in rage. He stands, taking another whip to the back. He snaps his head and body around to face Whisper. Whisper looks stunned. Whisper nervously whips forward again at the adavancing Lasiewicz who stops, catching the whip in his hand. Whisper looks shocked. The crowd goes wild as Whisper raises his hands defensively, dropping the whip. Lasiewicz begins rolling the whip up towards him.)

HS: "Could this be payback time?"

(Whisper looks around nervously and sees his escape over the top corner. Whisper begins scrambling up the corner. Meanwhile, Lasiewicz gets frustrated with the whip and just throws the whole thing over the cage. He begins climbing after Whisper. Whisper begins climbing over the top, but Whisper is stopped by Lasiewicz grabbing his hair. Both men struggle and climb to the corner of the cage.)

HS: "This doesn't bode well for Lasiewicz. Last time he was fighting in this situation he crashed and burned after a Low Stunner!"

(Lasiewicz and Whisper, each with one hand on the cable support begin exchanging blows. The crowd begins chanting for Lasiewicz again, as his blows are aided by the handcuff still attached to one wrist. Whisper makes and effort to block one blow from Lasiewicz and...)

CLICK!

(Lasiewicz pulls at his wrist, which has been cuffed to the cable support for the cage. Whisper laughs at Lasiewicz. Lasiewicz kicks Whisper in the knee. Whisper falls to the outside, grabbing the edge of the cage at the last moment and begins struggling to climb back up. Lasiewicz kneels down and starts fiddling with the bottom of the support. Whisper starts climbing back as Lasiewicz unhooks the support and slides his cuff off the support. He starts to hook the support back but then seems to get an idea. Lasiewicz reaches down to Whisper and wraps the support cable around his neck and secure it with the hook. Whisper doesn't know quite whats going on until Lasiewicz pushes him into the ring.)

FJ: "Oh no! Whisper! I should help him!"

HS: "Yeah, go on in there."

FJ: "...uh... ow my... uh... my appendix!"

(Whisper is hanging in the corner from the support cable. Bloody and beaten he struggles and does manage to pull himself free of the steel cable, falling to the top turbuckle. The crowd "oooos" in sympathy. Lasiewicz climbs does mountain style with the cable and lands with his feet on the top ropes. Whisper, seeing the chance for redemption, stands and grabs Lasiewicz. Both men drive to the mat with a top rope Killjoy spinebuster from Whisper!)

HS: "Surprisingly, that's the first big hit we've seen! This match has been ridiculously bloody!"

(Whisper crawls to his feet and towards the briefcase. He opens the case and removes...)

FJ: "What? What is that? It looks like..."

HS: "...barbed wire? Is that barbed wire? My god..."

(Whisper does indeed have barbed wire twisted and rolled into a ring. Whisper makes his way, stumbling, to Lasiewicz and places the ring on his head. Whisper pushes down. Lasiewicz flails and struggles but Whisper pushes the makeshift crown farther down onto the head of Lasiewicz, cutting flesh and grinding, dripping blood into Lasiewicz's eyes. Whisper crudely begins to punch Lasiewicz in the crown. The crowd is booing as Whisper bounces off the ropes and viciously dropkicks Lasiewicz in the face.)

(Whisper picks Lasiewicz up and places his head between his legs. He underhooks Lasiewicz's arms.)

HS: "Not this! Not the eavesdrop!"

(Whisper smiles and grabs the still loose cuff on Lasiewicz's wrist...)

CLICK!

(The crowd goes silent. The only sound heard his the slam of Lasiewicz on the mat from the Eavesdrop. Lasiewicz is beaten and bloody, crown of barbs, hands bound behind him, bleeding also from catching the whip. Whisper picks Lasiewicz up and places him on his knees. Lasiewicz sways but stays upright. Whisper moves to the door and motions for Justin to give him a microphone.)

(Whisper gasps for breath, wiping blood from his eyes.)

WHISPER: "THIS! This is your savior?"

(The crowd boos and jeers.)

WHISPER: "Its pathetic! You should praise me as your savior! Maybe if you had an inkling of intellig- intelligence amongst you... you would have let me be your savior. Now, oh but now, now I have to destroy the AWA from the inside-out. And I'm going to start with your savior."

(The crowd begins to cheer as Lasiewicz shakily stands. Whisper doesn't notice.)

WHISPER: "Oh? Now you want to cheer me? It's too late."

(The crowd cheers louder as Lasiewicz stands all the way up and begins struggling with the cuffs. The shot shows Lasiewicz hand. A faint snap is heard as Lasiewicz breaks his own thumb- the crowd groans- and slides a hand out. The crowd cheers as Lasiewicz readies himself, crown of barbs still dripping blood down his angered face.)

WHISPER: "It's too late. Your fate is seal-"

(Whisper gets cut off as he's plowed into the turnbuckle as Lasiewicz spears Whisper in the side. Lasiewicz stands right back up and motions for Whisper to do the same.)

FJ: "Oh no! No! NO!"

HS: "Yes! Lasiewicz is showing brutal determination!"

(Whisper stumbles backwards from the corner into the waiting arms of Lasiewicz. Lasiewicz stumbles backwards before throwing Whisper with a german suplex into the side of the cage. The crowd cheers. Lasiewicz gains a new energy from the noise. He picks Whisper up and throws him over the ropes into the ring by his hair. He picks Whisper up again and puts him in the corner. Lasiewicz steps back and sets up for a Polish Hammer. He charges in, but Whisper counters with a back elbow. Lasiewicz stumbles away. Whisper lifts himself to the top rope and sets up to fly off for a tornado DDT.)

(Lasiewicz sees the flight, and makes peace with Whisper, superkicking him out of mid air!)

(The crowd begins chanting...)

HS: "Ho-"

FJ: "-LY"

(The crowd finishes for the announcers.)

(Lasiewicz picks up the unconcious Whisper and puts him in the corner again, sitting him on the top turnbuckle. Lasiewicz rips flesh from himself as he tears off the crown and places it on Whisper's head. He moves across the ring and grabs two pairs of cuffs. He cuffs one arm of Whisper to one side of the corner, and one arm to the other. The crowd cheers him on. Lasiewicz stands on the middle turnbuckle and motions for the cage to raise.)

HS: "It's over! Andreas Lasiewicz has done it!"

FJ: "Damn it! I hate that guy!"

(But the crowd loves him. Lasiewicz stands in the corner, pointing to the sky as the cage lifts the corner-crucified Whisper into the air, a bit lopsided, since the cage is missing a support. Lasiewicz hops down, takes two steps and collapses. EMTs are waved to the scene.)

HS: "What a brutal, brutal match!"

FJ: "Stop saying brutal! It doesn't matter. Whisper's going to take control of this company and fire us all! Ha!"

HS: "You know that includes you, right?"

FJ: "And there's no one else I would rather have fire me!"

(The camera focuses on an exhausted Andreas Lasiewicz before we go to a commercial for AWA Wrestlefest VII, life on pay-per-view on December 18th, 2005. The camera cuts back to the ring, more "Eddie! Eddie! Eddie!" chants coming up. Keiko Ono is standing in the center holding a mic.)

ONO: "The time has come for yet another bombshell. Don't worry, everybody will learn what the repercussions of Low and Whisper purchasing 98% of the AWA will be soon enough, but now it is time for me to announce that the American Wrestling Alliance offices in the U.S. have been completely restructured. The offices located in Manhattan will have many of its positions split with the newly reopened offices located in Little Rock, Arkansas, not to mention Tokyo, Japan. This restructuring is to appease our investors by ensuring that President Gray is not allowed to have his hands in more than what his job description entails."

HS: "She's got to be kidding."

FJ: "Shhhhh, Herb, our boss is talking."

HS: "Well, who the hell IS our boss? Ono? Gray? Whisper? Low?"

ONO: "I have had a very tough decision to make in deciding who would be running the Little Rock offices. Many professionals of all levels were suggested at a board meeting earlier in the week. However, one nominee was deemed far superior than all others. This man has more knowledge of the AWA, both inside the ring, and in the corporate realm than anyone else. I will not dishonor this great man by detailing his many accomplishments... instead allow me to introduce the official head of the AWA offices in Arkansas..."

"The returning legend..."

"The former AWA World Heavyweight Champion."

"The AWA Hall Of Famer."

"The first-ever AWA Triple Crown Champion."

"Ladies and gentlemen, 'The Man That May Just End Your Career'

"LARS FREDRICKSON!!"

HS: "OH MY GOD!"

FJ: "I CAN'T BELIEVE MY EYES!"

("Blood and Whiskey" by the Dropkick Murphys blasts throughout the Nishigaoka Soccer Stadium, as the fans in attendance jump to their feet, cheering loudly at the return of the Hall of Famer. Lars, dressed in a nice gray suit with his signature black leather jacket over the suit coat, calmly walks through the curtains. A large smirk emerges on his face, as he soaks in all of the applause.)

HS: "Lars Fredrickson hasn't been seen in an AWA ring, or ANY wrestling ring for that matter, in more than four years! In fact, his last pay-per-view appearance was at LWA Classic 2001, which was the night he, the head of LARS Wrestling Alliance, lost control of the company back to one Travis Gray!"

(Lars starts towards the ring slowly and sternly. We realize that although he may have been out of the sport for over 4 years, he has aged well, and the only notable difference in his appearance is that his once infamous mohawk has been replaced with long black hair tied neatly back in a pony tail. As he approaches the ring, he motions to a nearby referee to hold the ropes open for him. The referee quickly obliges to Lars' command. The crowd is still erupting as Ono hands Lars the mic and the two exchange an awkward bow before she exits the ring. Lars motions to quiet the crowd before he finally begins to speak)

LARS: "Well well well... I'm sure everyone looking at my face right now can't help but be completely shocked."

HS: "Shocked would be an understatement."

LARS: "Here stands before you, your IDOL, and 'The Man That May Just End Your Career'. Now, I know all of you well-educated Japanese fans in attendance here tonight know of all of my great accomplishments within the AWA, so this little walk down memory lane is purely for the idiots in the States eating chicken wings at Hooter's because they can't afford to buy pay-per-views in their own homes."

(Lars waits patiently for the loud cheers from the Japanese audience to die down before he continues.)

LARS: "I entered into this sport, into this company, 6 years ago, only months after the AWA's inception. Within months I became the first-ever Light Heavyweight title holder. This was my first taste of unstoppable glory. A few months later at Powerslam, I became the Television Champion in the first ever, and also most memorable, Ten Feet Under Match. Within a year of signing my contract, I held the TV and US titles simultaneously, the Tag belts with another one of the greatest wrestlers this sport has ever seen, and finally... almost 5 years ago to the day, at Wrestlefest II, I claimed it all. In one single night of greatness, I won the World Heavyweight title, becoming the first EVER AWA Triple Crown winner, and was inducted into my rightful place in the Hall of Fame."

HS: "Well, nobody can deny him his place in AWA history."

LARS: "Before I came to the AWA, it was nothing more than an organization struggling to rise up from the ashes of a once powerful wrestling conglomerate. I was the sole reason behind the AWA's success, I was the reason this company didn't die-out like all of the other federations of the time. I was the reason the bar was set so high for every other wrestler who entered this ring. However, once I became the Heavyweight Champion, there was really nothing left for me to do, I achieved the highest level of greatness in this industry, I was King of this massive mountain, and the only place left for me to go was down…well, that was until I realized that above any mountain are clouds. Enter now, President Gray and Commissioner Shane Solomon, two people who couldn't accept the fact that I was on top, and most importantly didn't want to give me the respect, and money that I deserved. I hired a massive team of lawyers, sued the pants off of the AWA, and became the CEO. The LWA – Lars Wrestling Alliance, was thus born. I took the reigns and brought this company into a new era, and more importantly completely embarrassed Solomon and Gray. Which is the real reason for my return tonight. I've become more than a rich man off of my stint in the AWA, and have done nothing but enjoy life since my in-ring retirement. However, when I heard about the buyout of the AWA from the lovely Miss Ono, and was soon contacted directly by her, I couldn't pass up the opportunity to embarrass Gray once again, to completely destroy his spirit... his life's-work."

HS: "What a petty excuse for a human being."

FJ: "HERB! He may very well be our boss as well now."

HS: "WHatever."

(Boos echo throughout the arena at the mention of Gray's name.)

LARS: "This complete an utter degradation of Gray's character will begin next week at Shock. I talked it over with Miss Ono, and she's agreed to sign a match between Shane Solomon... and "The Man That May Just End Your Career" Lars Fredrickson!"

(The crowd erupts at the news of the in-ring wrestling return of this AWA Legend!)

LARS: "I helped build this company from the bottom up, and I'm determined to destroy what I created! Miss Ono?

(Lars holds the microphone for Keiko.)

ONO: "To all of you who think this might be the end of the AWA, think again. This is only the beginning of the end. make sure to tune in to Sunday Night Shock..."

(With that, Lars drops the microphone and shakes the hand of Keiko Ono. "Blood and Whiskey" begins to play and the two walk back up the ramp.)

HS: "I can't believe what I have just seen."

FJ: "Isn't it great? All this speculation. Everybody expected it to be somebody who just left recently and was going to make another short-lived return, but this is HUGE, Herb, HUGE!"

HS: "Ladies and gentlemen, up next is tonight's main event, the battle for World Title Supremacy. Two years ago, Low, in the disguise of The Voyeur, and The Fish exchanged the AWA Cruiserweight title. They battled for the next several months, including exchanging the AWA World Heavyweight title back and forth. For almost 18 months, their paths didn't cross, until The Fish went on his campaign to get World title recognition for the Cruiserweight title."

FJ: "And, of course, as President Gray granted it to him, Low couldn't sit back, as he felt he was the REAL World Champion. The two, however, put their personal differences aside and agreed to be athletic rivals respecting each other. They even teamed up to beat John and Brian Williams for the AWA Tag Team title."

HS: "Tonight, the loser has to relinquish his title and will also lose World title recognition for the belt that means more to him than anything else. Tonight, we will see Low and The Fish go at it one more time. Tonight, we will see the greatest Heavyweight in AWA history taking on the greatest Cruiserweight in AWA history. Tonight, we will see the battle for World Title Supremacy."

(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. "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 in wrestling for an entrance, as The Fish dead sprints to the ring, slapping every hand on one side of the aisleway before sliding into the ring.)

HS: "The Fish is one of the least likely success stories in AWA history. 5`9", 179 pounds, nobody ever believed he was more than just a joke, but The Fish has proven he is for real. Many men tasted defeat thanks to him, including his opponent tonight. He is a former Intercontinental Champion, a former Television Champion, a two-time and reigning Tag Team Champion, a record-setting four-time Cruiserweight Champion and a former Heavyweight Champion. Tonight, he intends to prove that his World title is the superior one."

("Drink New Blood" begins to play and the fans keep on cheering as strobe lights in all colors flash all over the Nashigaoka Soccer Stadium to the rhythym of Iggy Pop's song. Low steps out from the back, the World Heavyweight title around his waist, and makes his way down the ramp, not wasting much time. He enters the ring and doesn't take his eyes off The Fish.)

HS: "What is left to say about The Legendary Low? The Wrestler of the Year 2005, a Hall Of Famer, a former Hardcore Champion, two-time Television Champion, two-time and reigning Tag Team Champion WITH THE FISH, a two-time United States Champion and the record-setting eight-time World Heavyweight Champion. In his mind, nobody else comes even close, and tonight is his chance to reaffirm everybody else of just that."

FJ: "And as of today, he is also the 49% owner of the AWA: I never would have thought I'd say this without any trace of joy, but it is true."

HS: "Well, as much as I disagreed with Low over the years, if there is one man we can trust will put his life blood into making the AWA survive, it is Low."

("Let's Go Fish!" "Let's Go Low!" The chants are deafening as the two participants get ready for the bell to sound. They meet in the middle of the ring and the ref holds up both World Championship belts to the roars of the crowd. Fish extends his arm and Low says something to Fish as he extends his arm as well and shakes Fish's hand. Both men retreat back to their corners as the bell sounds. Low begins to walk slowly to the middle of the ring but Fish on the other hand explodes out of the corner and takes Low down with a violent missile dropkick. Fish picks Low up and whips him into the ropes, Low holds on, though, and Fish charges, hitting a big flying forearm that sends Low down to the floor. Fish wastes zero time and hits the far ropes, then dives through the middle ropes, but when he hits Low, he catches him in a swinging DDT and spikes him head first right at the bottom of the ramp. The crowd cheers like crazy.)

HS: "Fish wasting zero time taking the fight right to Low!"

FJ: "What the hell, he's cheating!"

HS: "Frank, for the last time, Fish isn't cheating."

(Fish soaks in the crowd's cheers for less than a second before picking Low up and forcefully rolling him back into the ring. Low gets to the center and begins to reach his feet as Fish stands on the apron, looking for a springboard.)

HS: "Fish is gonna fly!"

(Fish springs to the top rope and front flips towards Low. Low, however, sees this coming and catches Fish in a Fujiwara armbar, bringing him hard down to the mat. Low starts to pull back on the hold and Fish quickly squirms to the bottom rope. Low breaks on four and lets Fish get back to his feet, pulling up on the ropes. Low sees an opportunity and hits a brutal chop block that sends Fish into a back flipping motion landing on his stomach.)

FJ: "Oh, what a move!"

HS: "He's setting him up for the Low Profile."

(Fish rolls to the floor and tries to stretch out his leg. Low waits patiently as Fish takes the full nine seconds on the floor. Fish now rolls back into the ring cautiously and Low is standing in the middle of the ring waiting. The two now approach slowly and Fish locks up with Low. Low drops down quickly and takes Fish back with ease. He sticks his leg in front of Fish and trips it out brining him down with Low laying on Fish's back. Fish tries to muscle up by doing a push up but Low breaks down Fish's arm and Fish falls back down. Low at the same time spins around and hooks in a single leg Boston crab on Fish and sits back. Fish struggles towards the ropes as the crowd cheers him on. After some time he is able to grab the rope and force Low to break the hold.)

HS: "Low is showing some ground superiority here early on."

FJ: "As Fish would say, duh. And Fish IS cheating by grabbing those ropes, Herb."

HS: "No, he isn't."

FJ: "Yes, he is."

HS: "No, he isn't!"

FJ: "Yes, he is!"

HS: "Shut up, Frank!"

(Low backs off and waits for Fish once again. Fish walks forward and Low goes for a kick to Fish's left leg, but Fish sees it coming and jumps, making Low miss. Low spins around and when he gets back to facing Fish he is met with a big right palm strike that momentarily rocks him. Low, though, fires back with a chop across the chest of The Fish. Fish fires right back with chop of his own that backs Low up. Low hits another chop to the "WOOOOOO'S" of the packed house. Fish fires back and again Low backs up. Low throws another chop, but Fish ducks under it and explodes towards the ropes, Low turns around just to get caught with a springboard moonsault reverse DDT that drops him down. Fish covers 1..... 2..... Low kicks out and Fish jumps back to his feet, running to the ropes and coming of with a twisting moonsault.)

HS: "Fishsault!"

(Fish covers again 1..... 2..... Low's shoulder flies off the mat. Fish hits the ropes again but this time Low gets back to his feet and goes for a clothesline, but Fish ducks and springs off the middle rope and goes for a crossbody. Low catches him, though, spins Fish around like a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, but instead drops Fish's legs across his knees. Fish moans in pain as Low kicks at Fish's leg some more. This snaps Fish back into reality as he spins on his back and throws a few up kicks in Low's direction as he squirms towards the ropes. He gets there and the ref backs Low off.)

FJ: "Fish is all over the place."

HS: "I think it's pretty apparent that Fish doesn't want Low on the mat and Low doesn't want Fish in the air."

(Fish stretches his leg out once again before getting back up. The two lock up once again, but Low suddenly grabs both of Fish's legs and takes him to the ground. He spins around and goes for a figure four leglock, but Fish rolls him up in a small package, but only gets a one-count. Both men are back on their feet and Fish charges Low, but Low sidesteps him and sends him into the ropes. Fish ducks Low's clothesline attempt and then gets up for a huracanrana, but Low holds on and nails Fish with a power bomb. He holds on to Fish's legs and steps over for the Low Profile as the fans cheer on. Fish, though, is able to twist around and sends Low flipping to the mat. As Low charges Fish, Fish backdrops Low over the top rope and out of the ring.)

HS: "And the World Cruiserweight Champion seems to have a slight edge over the World Heavyweight Champion."

FJ: "Well, all his jumping around might irritate Low a little, but we know Low. All it takes is ONE mistake."

(Fish now jumps onto the top rope and springboards off with an amazing sea twister, cheered loudly by the fans, but Low is able to sidestep and Fish crashes chin-first onto the steel guardrail, as the fans now gasp.)

HS: "Oh my god, this HAD to hurt."

FJ: "That's what he gets for playing jumping bean."

(Low quickly rolls into the ring to break the referee's count, then rolls back out. Fish is on his back, holding his jaw. Low picks him up and sends him throat-first onto the guardrail, before rolling him back into the ring. He pulls Fish up and then hits a Rude awakening neckbreaker, before settling into a cobra clutch in a seated position.)

HS: "Fish crashed onto the guardrail and now Low is working over any body part that might make the Low Stunner, Standard or All-Time Low even more dangerous than they already are."

FJ: "I told you, Herb – only one mistake."

(The referee is there to check on Fish's condition, as he seems to be waning away. The ref lifts Fish's arm and it drops once..... twice..... but suddenly Fish hits Low with a seated kick to the head and Low releases the hold. Fish is holding his neck, while Low is holding his face. Fish suddenly explodes upwards into the air, nailing a Pele kick square on the back of Low's head. Low falls down to a knee as Fish hits the ropes and goes for a shining wizard. Low ducks, but Fish is able to land with his kicking foot behind Low while his plant foot stays on Low's thigh. In one motion he does almost a reverse shining wizard, kicking Low in the back of the head once again. He goes for a cover but Low kicks out at two.)

HS: "Some amazing concentration and balance shown there by Fish."

(Fish allows Low to get back to his feet and when he does Fish hits his tag team partner with a stiff palm strike. Low fires back with a chop and Fish suddenly starts throwing elbows and palm strike like he's trying to finish the match. Low is doing a good job of avoiding the first few shots, but then gets caught with a stiff left elbow that causes him to stumble momentarily. Fish grabs a Muay Thai clinch on Low, wrapping his hands around the back of his neck and shakes Low's head, trying to confuse him, and then knees him hard in the body. He starts as if to knee again in the body but then knees to the head instead and rocks Low back. He releases his clinch and throws another right elbow that really catches Low good and has him falling backwards. Fish charges as Low continues to fall and when Low hits the mat, Fish tries to follow up with straight palm strikes, but Low has the presence of mind to get his legs up and hold Fish back, so that his strikes are not landing clean. Low then times one of Fish's palm strikes and catches Fish's arm and quickly transfers into a Fujiwara armbar.)

FJ: "HA! He's got him."

(Fish is struggling in the hold when suddenly he rolls forward and up to his feet while Low still has his arm. Fish then flips backwards and hooks a headscissors takedown that sends Low to the mat. Low, however, holds on to the arm and rolls back into the Fujiwara.)

FJ: "Low is like a pitbull once he has that one body part picked. And once he has picked one, he isn't far away from picking it apart."

HS: "Exactly, and that's why Fish needs to stay away from Low, as Low's goal is to keep Fish close to him at all times."

(Low pulls back on the Fujiwara armbar, but the cheers grow louder as Low tries to twist Fish' arm around and turn the Fujiwara into a crossface chicken wing to apply the Low Standard. Fish, though, is able to throw some elbows that momentarily throw Low off and then grabs the bottom rope. The referee tells Low to break, which he does, but just as Fish gets back to his feet, Low nails him with a knife edge chop..... Wooooo!..... then another..... Wooooo!..... then a third one..... Wooooo!..... before sending him into the far ropes. He goes for a hiptoss, but Fish flips through and lands on his feet, going for a hiptoss of his own, but Low holds on, hits a knee to Fish's gut and then pulls him down into the Fujiwara armbar yet again.)

FJ: "Like a pitbull."

HS: "After working over Fish's head, jaw and neck to set up the Low Stunner, Low now works over the arm to set up the All-Time Low and the Low Standard. Proficient as always, but I am sure Fish does have more explosive counters up his sleeve."

(Low pulls back on the Fujiwara for some time, as Fish is screaming in pain. The referee asks him if he wants to give up, but Fish shakes his head. He tries to reach the ropes again, but he is too far away. Low is pulling back even more now and is practically back on back with The Fish, when suddenly Fish spins around and rolls Low up in a crucifix to get 1..... 2..... and a CLOSE kickout! Low with a kick to Fish's gut and then goes for the Low Stunner, but Fish pushes him off into the ropes and hits a huracanrana. Low, however, rolls through and charges Fish with a lariat, but Fish ducks and pulls Low back for a reverse DDT, but Low frees himself with an elbow to Fish's stomach, turns around, twists the arm and goes for yet another Fujiwara armbar. Fish, however, rolls through and back to his feet, yet Low takes him over with a Steamboat arm drag. Fish is quickly back up and hits an arm drag of his own, then the two hit each other with a double clothesline.)

FJ: "What an exchange!"

HS: "And listen to the fans' applause."

(The camera pans around the cheering crowd clapping it's approval. We hear a slight chant of "This is awesome!" The referee has started counting both men down on the mat, as the two World Champions breathe heavily. The crowd counts along and The Fish is the first one to stir at the count of eight. Low, however, is not far behind and the two men pull themselves up using the ropes on opposite sides of the ring. Suddenly, though, Fish runs at Low, but Low counters and backdrops Fish over the top rope and out of the ring.)

FJ: "I tell you, Herb, one mistake!"

(Low leans against the ropes as the referee begins to count The Fish out of the ring. As he reaches six, Low shoves him slightly and then steps out of the ring to break the count. He grabs Fish by his gear and rolls him back into the ring, following closely behind. As Fish is on all fours, Low jumps up and comes down on Fish's back, sending him to the mat. He then applies a full nelson and sits down on Fish's back.)

HS: "Stu Hart's sugar hold!"

FJ: "Low hasn't forgotten where he came from, and this is his way to pay tribute to the great Canadian family that helped train him years ago."

HS: "And again he is working over several areas at once – neck, shoulders and lower back – to set up any of his submission finishers."

(Fish screams out in pain as Low sits back on the painful hold. Fish is struggling, but isn't getting very far as the hold is locked on tightly. The ref asks Fish if he wants to quit but he yells a loud "No!". Low sits back even further and it looks as if Fish is about to give in as he has been locked in the hold for a long time now. Then suddenly Fish rolls completely over and ends up on his knees with the full nelson still locked on by Low. The crowd is getting louder, acknowledging the gutsy counter. Low however still isn't letting go of the hold. The chants get louder and louder for Fish and he seems to feed off of every single person in the crowd as he begins to shake violently and then makes his way all the way to his feet. Low looks shocked as the crowd only gets louder clapping rhythmically and praying that Fish can break the hold. Now standing, Fish is able to lock his hands down by his waist and then bring his leg up above his interlocked arms. He slams his leg down on his arms with all his might and Low is forced to break the hold finally. The crowd explodes in cheers as Fish waists zero time in jumping to the middle rope, backflipping off and catching Low with a reverse DDT.)

HS: "What a counter, and what a move. I don't think you can learn that one in the Dungeon with Stu Hart."

FJ: "Pffffft, Low never trained with Stu anyway."

(Fish and Low both lay on the mat, obviously exhausted from the long time spent in the hold. Fish is the first back to his feet and Low gets up to a seated position. Fish kicks him hard in the back which draws an "OOOOH" from the crowd. Two more kicks follow to the same reaction before Low falls back down with his shoulders on the mat. Fish runs and springs to the top rope and then comes back with a twisting Lionsault.)

HS: "Fishsault hit cleanly."

FJ: "Jumping bean! Jumping bean! Jumping bean!"

(Fish doesn't stop there, though, as he gets back to his feet and hits the Ode To Evans, but lands feet first on Low's midsection, making him jolt in pain. Fish goes for the cover, 1..... 2..... Low kicks out and Fish looks unsurprised. As he gets back to his feet and hits the ropes, Low rolls over to his stomach. As Fish runs over him and hits the ropes again, Low gets back to his feet. As Fish returns, Low goes for a clothesline, but Fish rolls under it. Fish comes back again and Low again goes for a clothesline, but this time Fish dropkicks Low's arm. Low spins around, grabbing for his arm, as Fish hits the ropes one last time, then comes back and snaps Low over with a hurricanrana. Low gets back to his feet and Fish spins around him as for a head scissors takedown, but when he gets back to the front of Low he doesn't go forward with the move, but instead spins around his body one more time and then hits the head scissors to the elation of the capacity crowd.)

HS: "I think I just had a Deja Vu."

FJ: "Come on, Herb, this is supposed to stay clean!"

(Low gets up rather slowly with his back to Fish next to the ropes. Fish runs and jumps onto Low's shoulders seemingly easily. He throws his body weight backwards and tries to hit a reverse hurricanrana, but Low instinctively grabs the top rope, holding himself in place. Fish is now leaning back upside down with his legs still wrapped around the head of Low. Fish now sits back up and as he does Low pushes him up and steps back. Fish lands on his feet in front of Low. As soon as Fish lands, Low grabs a rear waist lock and as soon as he does that, Fish throws a wild back hand strike, Low ducks and Fish gets caught in perfect position for a back suplex, which Low hits immediately. Fish lands square on the top of his head before Low even hits the ground. Both men lay motionless.)

HS: "Low needed that, Fish has been on quite a roll there for a while."

FJ: "But now he has a chance to take a breather, Herb, and you know that many times this is just what Low needs."

(Fish is laying on his back and Low gets up, cracking his neck at first, and then smiling a little, seeing the state that Fish is in. He walks over to Fish and goes to pick him up by the head, but Fish explodes back to life and throws his legs around Low's arm. He then grabs a hold of the arm, locking in a Mixed Martial Arts style armbar with Low crouching over him. Low tries to fight it off, but after a while trying to break the hold with his free hand, he falls down to his stomach and Fish continues to pull, although he doesn't have the greatest grip, preventing Fish from breaking Low's arm. Fish is trying to get a proper grip, but Low is defending himself beautifully for the time being, although that time seems to be running out, as we can see the expression of pain grow on his face with every passing moment.)

HS: "This is something Fish has been working on in the gym, it's definitely something that Low has been trying to avoid all match."

FJ: "It just looks like an armbar to me."

HS: "Spoken like a man that has never been in a wrestling ring."

FJ: "Right... CHAMP!"

(The crowd now starts to clap and chant for Low the same way they had for Fish earlier when he was in a similar position. Fish seems thrown off by these while Low's expression of pain slowly begins to subside and is being replaced with a look of rage and determination. Low lets out a guteral moan and gets back to his feet, grabbing his arm with his free hand and lifting Fish up into the air. The crowd gasps at the feat as Fish refuses to let go of the hold. Low gets Fish into a power bomb-like position. Low now screams again and runs all the way across the ring and then rams the back of Fish's head full force into the top turnbuckle. Fish's head jerks violently and as he bounces off the turnbuckle and rolls back towards the center of the ring, he lands in a seated position before falling backwards lifeless. Low lays with his head underneath the bottom turnbuckle, his hand still outstretched.)

HS: "MY GOD!"

FJ: "That looked like a car crash."

HS: "That impact couldn't have been good for the surgically repaired neck of The Fish."

(The ref checks both men and then begins the count 1 . . . 2 . . . 3 . . . 4 . . . 5 . . . 6 . . . 7 . . . 8 . . . 9 … Low just barely pulls himself back up using the ropes. Fish is still out. Low dives on top of Fish and the ref counts 1..... 2..... Fish's arm shoots straight up into the air. Low hooks the leg and covers again 1..... 2..... Fish's shoulder again shoots up. Low hops up and kicks Fish hard in the ribs. Fish grabs for his rib and Low grabs for Fish's legs. Low sets up Fish for the Low Profile, but instead of fighting the move Fish rolls into it and then through it and causes Low to lose his balance. Low, however, regains his composure after the complete roll and tries for the move again. Fish again rolls over, but Low holds on this time, so Fish rolls again. Low still won't let go. Fish rolls one more time and Low again stumbles and lets go of Fish as the crowd cheers.)

HS: "I haven't seen anyone counter that move like that since Bob Backlund used it on Bret Hart back in the eighties." FJ: "It was the nineties, Mr. History."

(Fish remains on his back and Low looks frustrated. Low runs and tries to double stomp on Fish's midsection. Fish rolls, however, and gets back to his feet. As soon as he does, Low kicks him in the midsection and goes for the Low Stunner, but Fish pushes Low into the ropes and when he comes back facing backwards, Fish grabs his arms and spins him around, looking for the Fin-isher. Fish gets him up, but Low uses the momentum of the move to roll back off of Fish and land behind him. He grabs Fish's arm and neck, setting up for the Low Standard. Fish however drops to his butt and throws Low with a modified headlock takedown, breaking the hold in the process. The crowd chants "ADUBA ADUBA ADUBA" as Low and Fish stare each other down while on their knees.)

HS: "This is what the AWA is all about! This is why the AWA will never die!"

FJ: "Listen to these people!"

(The crowd continues to chant and Fish and Low can't help but take a look around as they reach their feet. Fish looks almost teary eyed looking around the Nishigaoka Soccer Stadium and both men seem to have an increased look of determination to them. They walk to the middle of the ring and Low throws a big forearm at Fish. Fish fires right back and Low hits another. Fish chops Low and Low chops Fish. Fish chops again and then Low chops again. Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop. We can see the blood vessels popping on both men's chests as they continue to chop back and forth. Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop. Finally Low ducks Fish's attempt at a chop and backs Fish into the ropes with big forearms. Low goes for yet another chop with Fish backed against the ropes, but Fish ducks and drops Low over his shoulder onto the apron, where he lands on his feet. Fish turns around, throws a wild chop that Low ducks and as he does he hooks Fish for a vertical suplex.)

HS: "This could spell disaster for The Fish."

FJ: "Let's hope so!"

(Low lifts Fish high into the air and gets him completely vertical. Fish, however, knees Low right on the top of his head while he is in the air and manages to fall back down into the ring. Fish now lifts Low and tries to suplex him into the ring, but Low hooks the bottom rope with his legs and then picks up Fish himself and gets him up in the air once again. Fish, however, avoids being suplexed to the floor and lands on the apron next to Low. Fish frees himself from Low's grip and hits him with a flurry, a left palm strike, a right palm strike, left, right. He goes for a big flying knee, but Low blocks it and kicks Fish in the gut. Low locks Fish for a tiger bomb and the crowd roars in anticipation. Low lifts Fish, but Fish fights his way back to the ground. Low lifts him again and again Fish powers his way back to the ground. Fish now breaks Low's hold and pops up with fire in his eyes, yet as he stands up straight, Low slaps him right across the face and then quickly locks him right back in the position for the tiger bomb lifts him, turns and jumps off the apron throwing Fish neck and head first into the top of the guard rail!)

FJ: "Holy shit!"

HS: "He might have re-broken his neck! What a tiger bomb!"

FJ: "Holy shit!"

HS: "And the crowd agrees!"

(The crowd does indeed go into a "Holy shit!" chant as the referee climbs out of the ring to attend to Fish. Low briefly shakes Fish and asks if he is okay, but then rolls back into the ring, yelling at the referee to follow him and start the count.)

FJ: "This almost looks like the rulebreaking Low of old. Maybe he was about to hit Fish with that chair on the last Shock after all!"

HS: "I actually think he just isn't wasting any motion, because he never does that. Let's see if The Fish can make it back into the ring."

(The referee has started to count as Fish is slowly crawling along the mat and towards the ring. At the count of 8 he is able to pull himself up and just before the referee reaches 10, Fish rolls into the ring. Low drops an elbow drop on him, covers and gets 1..... 2..... and a kickout, as the fans cheer Fish on.)

HS: "This was close. What a great show of resiliency on behalf of The Fish. This tiger bomb might still have taken a serious toll on his neck."

FJ: "He's a fish."

HS: "So?"

FJ: "Philadelphia?"

HS: "Shut up, Frank!"

(Low now starts laying the boots to Fish's hurt neck, forcing him to crawl into the middle of the ring. Low goes into the ropes and then hits a legdrop on the neck of Fish, before quickly turning around and applying the All-Time Low!)

FJ: "All-Time Low!"

HS: "This is how he won the World Heavyweight title from Whisper at Classic!"

FJ: "Tap out, Fish, tap out!"

HS: "We might have an undisputed World Champion in just a few moments!"

(The fans are up on their feet as they cheer for both Low and Fish. Low pulls back on the hold, stretching the back and neck, as Fish screams in pain. There is no chance for him to grab the ropes as he is in the middle of the ring. Fish lifts his arm, obviously contemplating tapping out, but the fans scream "No!" Suddenly, Fish pushes himself off the mat, rolls himself and Low over, hooks Low's leg and cradles him to get 1..... 2..... 3! NO! Low kicked out at the last split second!)

FJ: "Oh my god, he almost got him!"

HS: "And the fans are showing their appreciation."

(The cheers are deafening now. Low is back up and goes for another legdrop, but Fish rolls out of the way and Low lands on the mat. Fish goes into the ropes and then hits a low dropkick on the seated Low. Fish then jumps onto the second rope and hits an Asai moonsault. He covers and gets 1..... 2..... and a kickout. Without wasting any time, Fish jumps up and hits a coral crush. He gets 1..... 2..... and another kickout. Fish now goes into the ropes, but Low leapfrogs him and wants to go into the ropes himself, but he doesn't see the referee and runs into him, sending him down to the mat.)

HS: "Oh oh, the rules might now go out of the window."

FJ: "YES!"

(As Low tries to revive the referee, Fish rolls out of the ring and grabs the World Cruiserweight title belt, taking it with him into the ring and waiting for Low to turn around.)

HS: "What is THIS?"

FJ: "Maybe Fish has FINALLY seen the light! Maybe it wasn't Low who was going to turn on the last Shock, maybe it was Fish!"

HS: "I can't believe it!"

(The fans starts booing and yelling "No!" as Fish basically stalks Low. Low is successful in reviving the ref, who is slowly pulling himself up on the ropes. Suddenly, Fish throws the belt at Low, who catches it and holds it. As if hit by a bullet, Fish drops to the mat, screaming in pain and holding his head, with Low just looking on totally confused. The referee turns around, sees Low with the belt, Fish on the mat and ferociously warns Low not to break the rules. The fans explode in cheers as they chant "Eddie! Eddie! Eddie!")

FJ: "What a liar! What a cheater! What a stealer!"

HS: "What a honorable man paying tribute to one of the greats!"

(Low is now obviously angry at Fish and nails him with an elbow drop. Low then rolls out of the ring and grabs the World Heavyweight title belt, as Fish is getting back to his feet. The referee puts the Cruiserweight belt into a corner and then sees Low coming into the ring with the Heavyweight belt. He immediately yanks it out of his hands. But just as the referee turns around to put the belt into another corner, Low drops to one knee and nails Fish with a low blow, as the fans boo him. However, as Fish drops down, Low drops down as well, ALSO holding his groin. The fans cheer this and start chanting "Eddie! Eddie! Eddie!" again.)

FJ: "Haha, he has gotten a taste of his own medicine."

HS: "What about the lying? What about the cheating? What about the stealing?"

FJ: "Well, at least he's honest about it."

(Low, of course, is the first man back up, smiling slyly. He pulls Fish up, hooks his head, lifts him up and hits a quick vertical suplex. Instead of releasing Fish, though, he holds on, rolls over and hits a second vertical suplex, and once again, he holds on, rolls over and hits a third vertical suplex.)

HS: "Three amigos!"

(The "Eddie! Eddie" chants grow louder, as Low points upwards with his right hand. Uncharacteristically, he steps through the ropes and starts climbing to the top turnbuckle.)

FJ: "Low has rarely gone to the top rope over the past three years or so."

HS: "But there is one move he still does every now and then."

FJ: "I think he is feeling froggy."

(And indeed, Low jumps off the top rope and hits Fish with a frog splash. He covers and the referee counts 1..... 2..... 3! NO! CLOSE kickout by The Fish!)

HS: "I thought that was the end!"

(Low looks a little frustrated now that he can't seem to put The Fish away. He bends down to pick Fish up again, but Fish nails him with a lightning quick kick to the face that whiplashes Low up and once again he accidentally hits the referee, who goes down again.)

HS: "The poor referee."

FJ: "Break the rules! Break the rules!"

(Both men are now on the mat and crawling towards a corner each. The crowd then realizes that both men are crawling towards their respective title belts and cheers them on. Both men reach their belts almost at the same time and both men get back to their feet almost at the same time. However, they don't appear to be aware of what the other is doing. The belts cradled in their arms, both Low and The Fish walk towards each other, back to back, when suddenly their bodies touch and both spin around, nailing each other with the belts! The fans let out a collective "Oooooh!" as both men fall to the mat. Conveniently, the referee rises just as they drop to the mat.)

HS: "There's your rulebreaking! Now neither of them seem to be conscious."

(The referee starts counting them both out, as the crowd counts along. FOUR!...)

FJ: "Come on, Low, get up, you are the REAL World Champion!"

(FIVE!...)

HS: "Neither man is moving!"

(SIX!...)

FJ: "Don't let this end just yet!"

(SEVEN!...)

HS: "Don't let this end like this!"

(EIGHT!...)

FJ: "Low is stirring!"

(NINE!...)

HS: "As is Fish!"

(TEN! The referee calls for the bell as the crowd begins to boo."

HS: "Boooo!"

FJ: "Indeed."

HS: "The referee is ruling this match a draw via a double-knock out. We can only assume that this means both guys will stay Champions."

FJ: "And more importantly, both guys will stay WORLD Champions!"

HS: "And, of course, they are also the AWA Tag Team Champions."

(The referee really has nothing left to do, as both guys are already holding their respective singles belts. Both are now slowly getting up, using the ropes for leverage. As they stand, their eyes meet. The fans begin to cheer and applaud.)

HS: "They might be disappointed with the result, Frank, but there is no reason to be disappointed with this match. The fans got their money's worth."

FJ: "That is true, Herb, and both men deserve to be the kings of their divisions."

HS: "And what a night it was. Keiko Ono debuts in front of a live audience. John Rourke, Lars Fredrickson and Shane Solomon return to the AWA. And Low and Whisper are revealed to be 49% owners of the AWA EACH. I can only imagine what Shock is going to look like..."

(Low and Fish now walk towards each other and meet in the middle of the ring. Their belts over their shoulders, Fish extends his hand and Low takes it. Both men hug and the crowd response is off the charts. Fish then whispers something into Low's ear and Low nods. They place both their belts in the middle of the ring, about six feet apart, and then leave the ring together. As Low waits at the ramp, Fish grabs a poster from a fan and brings it into the ring, putting it between the two belts. As Fish leaves the ring and, together with Low, heads up the ramp, we read what the poser says...)

We'll miss you, Eddie...

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