(The AWA logo flashes across the screen and we see a graphic that says "AWA CLASSIC 2005".)

(Orlando Ortega desperately lunges forward with a clothesline. Fish ducks under and wraps his arm behind Orlando's shoulder. He locks his other arm now, and then leans over.)

HS: "FISH IS GOING TO TRY AND END IT ONE MORE TIME!"

FJ: "What could happen???"

(Fish struggles to hold Orlando up on his incredibly weakened leg, but he does. Eventually, his legs give out, but he falls backward and Orlando's head slams dangerously into the hard canvas.)

HS: "FINISHER! FINISHER! FINISHER!"

FJ: "Fish nailed his Vertebreaker… Orlando's head and neck just folded up."

HS: "These fans are going nuts! And Fish for a pin!"

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

(The screen briefly goes black.)

(The Fish, clearly on E, struggles to get to his feet. He looks and he sees that Orlando is stepping into the ring. Brian gets to his feet and he sees Ortega charge at him. The Fish does the same, and both men have their right arms extended for a clothesline. Williams ducks the attempt from Ortega, but he ducks at the last minute and the Fish and Ortega collide!)

FJ: "Haha!"

HS: "Oh my, Fish and Ortega had some miscommunication there."

(The Fish and Ortega fall to the mat. Ortega rolls into his corner, holding his head and the Fish struggles to get to his feet. He turns around and at that moment, Brian hits a big boot that almost decapitates the Fish. Brian covers the Fish...ONE...TWO...THREE!!)

HS: "Brian's done it!"

FJ: "The Williams Brothers advance in the tournament!"

HS: "But what the hell happened?"

FJ: "It looked like the Fish and Ortega were going for a double clothesline, but then they just didn't have time to react to Brian's last minute decision to ditch them. Brian capitalized on the error of Ortega and caused the Fish the match."

HS: "Ortega caused the Fish the match? I think you mean that they both cost themselves the match. It was clearly accidental."

FJ: "Oh really? Well, Ortega had to business in the ring anyway. Why would he be in the ring if he wasn't the legal man?"

(The screen goes black again.)

(We hear the Mexican crowd shout DSD! DSD! DSD! Then they begin to count down from 10… 9… 8… the lucha is squirming, trying his best to block the move. 7… 6… suddenly, the lucha locks his legs around Fish's head tight and pulls backward, and suddenly, Fish goes darting forward, carrying the lucha with him. Both men tumble over the ropes and to the outside… 3… 2… 1! The referee calls for the bell, ending the match in a time-limit draw.)

(The Mexico City fans seem somewhat disgruntled, but when the competitors both get up and acknowledge one another, they begin to cheer. Fish enters the ring and gets his title from a ring aide, holds it high in a pose, then calls the luchador to the ring. Both men stand in the center of the ring, when Fish extends a hand for the lucha to shake. The fans erupt as he instantly does. They shake hands and embrace arm hugs, before the lucha leaves the ring to allow Fish to celebrate. As Fish is on his second turnbuckle, he and the camera turn back to the ramp, where we see the luchador standing, not having left yet. Suddenly, the lucha begins tugging at his mask, loosening the strings on the back of it with his free hands. Fish looks puzzled through his own mask, as the fans grow silent in anticipation. The luchador removes his devil's mask, revealing none other than AWA Superstar, Orlando Ortega. The crowd erupts in shocked cheers, as Fish suddenly grows irate. Fish charges towards the ramp, but the referee steps between him, and then the arena security hit the ring. Fish decides against it, but not before kicking the ropes in frustration. The Mexico City camera focuses on the laughing face of Orlando Ortega as he mouths the words ‘Overpower'.)

(Once again, the screen goes black.)

(Low pulls Whisper up and sets him up for a DDT, but Whisper spins around and sets Low up for the Eavesdrop. Once again Low twists around, connects with a kick to the gut and hits the Low Stunner. He musters his last ounce of strength to crawl over and apply the All-Time Low.)

HS: "He's finally got it for real!"

FJ: "Whisper has been knocked silly by the Low Stunner and now he is wrapped up in the All-Time Low!"

HS: "Low pulls back on it and Whisper has nowhere to go!"

(Whisper tries to reach the ropes, but he is too far away and too exhausted to crawl towards them. Low is screaming as he pulls back on the All-Time Low as the fans cheer him on. Finally, Whisper has no choice but to tap out!)

HS: "IT'S OVER!"

FJ: "Nooooo!"

HS: "We have a new AWA World Heavyweight Champion! Low has won the World title for the eighth time!"

(The screen goes black again.)

(Andreas scrambles to his feet and runs towards the ropes and bounces off them. He tries for a clothesline attempt, but Whisper hits Andreas with a dropkick to his knee. Whisper brings Andreas up to his feet and hugs him, then flips Andreas backwards and then down to the mat with a belly to belly suplex. Whisper rolls onto his back and hooks Andreas' right leg as he tips backwards to the mat for the pin attempt...ONE...TWO...THREE!!)

HS: "Whisper's won! He's the new United States Champion...thank GOD! But, most importantly, he faces Low, or NHL, for the AWA World title at Overpower!"

FJ: "Uh, I think Whisper's shoulders were pinned to the mat as well."

HS: "What?? Let's see a replay of that. This can't be. Whisper had this won. Let's see this replay."

(We see the replay and watch it from various camera angles. Indeed, it is impossible to see whether anybody could lift their shoulder at all from every perspective available. A second referee comes out and argues with the original referee over what just transpired.)

(The screen goes black one more time, before we join President Gray in his office.)

GRAY: "Ladies and gentlemen, last night at New York's Madison Square Garden, we saw Andreas Lasiewicz and Whisper wrestling for not only the AWA United States title, but also for the number one contender spot against AWA World Heavyweight Champion Low at Overpower in Minneapolis on September 25th."

"The match ended with both men's shoulders pinned to the mat, therefore we have either no winners or two winners, depending on your point of view. The United States title will stay in the hands of Andreas Lasiewicz."

"As for Overpower, both men have valid reasons to claim the number one position, with Whisper being a former World Champion entitled to a rematch, and Lasiewicz beating the current World Champion several weeks back and also holding the US title. Therefore, at Overpower, the AWA World title will be on the line in a Triple Threat Match between Champion Low, Andreas Lasiewicz and Whisper."

(Suddenly, the screen explodes and the Overpower logo flashes across our screen. We then cut into the sold-out Target Center in Minneapolis, Minnesota, where fireworks go off all over the arena as the rabid fans cheer. We catch a glimpse of some signs such as "Welcome home, Sensational One", "OOO smells Fishy" or "8-time, 8-time, 8-time, 8-time, 8-time, 8-time, 8-time, 8-time". We then cut to our announcers.)

HS: "Ladies and gentlemen, we are Herb Summers and..."

FJ: "Frank Jackson!"

HS: "Welcome to the fourth edition of AWA Overpower, a show that has brought us classics such as the first-ever Colorado Stampede, the Hardcore War, the Overpower 6-way, and the Whisper-Fish Dog Collar Match. But tonight, we will witness the best wrestlers the AWA has to offer in 2005."

FJ: "That's right, as the AWA World Heavyweight title will be on the line between three of my favorite wrestlers ever, as Low defends against Andreas Lasiewicz and Whisper."

HS: "This is a Classic rematch of sorts, but we will have a straight Classic rematch, as The Fish and Orlando Ortega get the chance to steal the show one more time as they battle over the AWA Cruiserweight title."

FJ: "Bad Blood used to be a great tag team, until Silent-C pulled it down to the gutter. Tonight, one of these two former World Champions will have to say 'I quit' and then do just that... quit the AWA, as Jeff Christianson takes on C-Rock."

HS: "After Classic, President Gray announced a tournament to determine new contender for the AWA Tag Team title. Tonight, the tournament will come to an end as John and Brian Williams take on Janus and Cynder. The winning team gets to face AWA Tag Team Champions Damage Inc."

FJ: "The No Limit title will be on the line as well, as Quade DeSade defends against Xander Crew. Also, the team of Blood, Sweat & Tears takes on The S-Express in a tournament rematch."

HS: "To round out the show, Jack Sloan takes on Rawstarr and The Iceman, and we will also have a WMW showcase match between Titan3 and Zenith. But let's go to our first match!"

(The lights go out. As the ominous opening chords begin to build, after a long pause, a single deep blue light falls on the ramp way. Smoke billows from the entrance creating an ominous haze, from within the haze we see the seven monster's silhouette as he pauses, The dense mist follows Williams all the way to the ring until he steps over the top rope and awaits his brother and tag team partner.)

HS: "Well, I see that Brian Williams is as pleasant as ever tonight."

FJ: "Yep. Brian sure is a treat. He's kinda like a big ol' Teddy Bear, don't you think?"

HS: "Um. No. Brian Williams is more like a Grizzly Bear than a Teddy Bear."

FJ: "Well, we agree to disagree then."

(‘Open Your Eyes' by Alter Bridge hits over the P.A. system and out from the back emerges ‘The Icon' John Williams. Williams gets a nice pop from the Minnesota crowd as he poses at the top of the entrance ramp before proceeding to the ring. Williams slaps a few of the hands of the Target Center crowd before he heads into the ring, sliding underneath the bottom rope. Williams stalks around the ring looking into the crowd before finding his corner. Brian and John share and uneasy glance while awaiting their opponents…)

HS: "That's a pretty impressive pop for John Williams."

FJ: "Meh. That's NOTHING compared to what Brian Stevens will get when he makes his way out here in a little bit to face the winner of this match."

HS: "That's probably true. And as you said, Frank, the winner of this match will go on to face ‘The Sensation' Brian Stevens and Nathaniel Henry Lee later in the evening for a shot at the AWA World Tag Team Championship!"

FJ: "That match is gonna be awesome and so should this one!"

(Black lights come up as the somber beginning of "Take Her Down (to Crippletown)" by Rob Zombie plays. As the music picks up, white lights flash blindingly as Cynder and Janus step out from the back, much to the crowd's dislike. The duo walks to the ring, Janus laughing at times, while Cynder berates the crowd. They slide into the ring and stare down their opponents. Janus whispers a joke into Cynder's ear at the expense of their opponents and the two laugh derisively.)

HS: "The bell should sound any minute for this match and what lies ahead should be nothing short of a battle!"

FJ: "Oh, definitely. While Cynder and Janus have been tagging longer, the Williams boys have had more success in singles action. This one will have a unique ending, I think."

(The bell sounds and all four men remain in the ring. Cynder and Janus sit in their corner and talk strategy while John and Brian Williams do their best to ignore one another. John decides to break the silence between the two teams and moves center ring, extending his hand to The Carnival in an act of sportsmanship. Cynder blows it off and steps outside of the ring and waits for the match to begin. Janus, however, has taken an interest in the handshake and playfully hops up to "The Icon". Janus sticks his hand out cautiously and Janus and John Williams shake hands…but from out of no where Brian Williams rushes in a destroys Janus with a Big Boot! Brian immediately follows that up by decking Cynder and dropping him from the apron to the floor. Brian smiles sadistically, admiring the ruckus he caused, before the referee ushers him back to his corner…)

HS: "Well, I can't say I didn't see that one coming."

FJ: "Like Brian would be cool with that whole lame ‘sportsmanship' thing!"

(John, showing his new passion for honor, waits for Janus to get to his feet and get his wits about him, much to Brian's disappointment on the ring apron. Once Janus is ready, the two lock up in a tradition collar-elbow. John Williams emerges with a rear go-behind waist lock. John pulls the legs out from Janus, and the Jester falls flat on his face. John is quick to follow up with a side head lock, which Janus is quick to roll out of. Janus charges in at John, but John is quick to respond with a kick to the gut of Janus. John follows up with a back elbow to the back of Janus' skull, causing the Two-Faced God to fall to his hands and knees. John follows up by dropkicking the skull of Janus, sending him into the Williams' corner. John applies a standing side headlock and extends a free hand to Brian, asking if he wants to come in. Brian ignores his brother, and John shoots him a stare before taking Janus over with a snapmare followed quickly with a stiff kick to the upper back of Janus. John heads up out of the ring and on to the apron and starts to ascend the turnbuckle…but Brian decides that NOW is the right time to tag in and does just that. John looks none too happy…)

FJ: "Wow! Check out that teamwork!"

HS: "What do you mean, Brian blind tagged his way into this match!"

FJ: "Meh. Either way, are you going to tell him that he shouldn't do that? Because I sure as hell am not!"

HS: "Good call."

(Brian smells the proverbial blood and synchs in a standing arm bar. Brian starts kicking away at the exposed gut of Janus before bringing the Jester in and dropping him with a Short-Arm Clothesline. Janus falls hard to the mat and clutches at his skull immediately. Brian stalks the fallen Janus and eventually brings him up to a sitting position. Brian opts to viciously drive the point of his elbow into the base of the skull of Janus numerous times before settling on a rear chinlock, driving his knee in between the shoulder blades of Janus. After a good minute of the submission, Janus rally's and pulls himself up to his feet…but Williams is smart to it and slams Janus down violently with a Two Handed Lifting Choke Slam! Brian mounts Janus and starts throwing rights and lefts until the referee interjects and tells Brian to back off. Brian listens, reluctantly, and backs himself up into his corner at the Ref's request…but this time, John Williams blind tags himself into the match as payback! Brian Williams is absolutely livid!)

HS: "Janus is getting beat up pretty bad here. He needs to get a tag into Cynder quickly or any hope that this team has of advancing tonight in the tournament is lost."

FJ: "That's right. The prize is a shot at Damage, Inc. later in the evening for the AWA World Tag Team Championship."

HS: "Then again, can the Williams Brothers co-exist long enough to take advantage of the weakened Janus, or will the self-destruct and crumble?"

FJ: "At this point, who really knows. No one in this match likes each other, and that includes each other's tag partners."

(John follows up on Janus and locks in a sleeper hold center ring. Janus struggles to stay with it for a good minute before trying to struggle to his feet. Janus finally musters the strength to send John Williams to the ropes with an Irish Whip, but John is able to duck a clothesline attempt by Janus and turn it into a rear waist-lock and quickly drops Janus with a Belly-to-Back Suplex Driver! John brings Janus right up to his feet and whips him to the ropes, this time "The Icon" connects with a Spinebuster on Janus! Williams brings his weight up with the legs of Janus and goes for a cover, but only gets two as Cynder rushes into the ring and breaks up the pinfall attempt. Cynder shouts some words of encouragement at Janus before exiting to his corner. John brings Janus to his feet and Irish Whips him into the Williams corner. John stalks in and pulls Janus out of the corner before delivering a Russian Leg Sweep to Janus into the turnbuckle! The Minnesota crowd busts out a loud "OHH!" chant followed by a "Holy Shit!" chant! John goes for one more big move, as his brings Janus to his feet. John can't gut wrench Janus up into a Powerbomb, so instead he deadlifts Janus into the air by the armpits for the Powerbomb…but Janus hit's a Dropsault out, sending John into his corner. Janus also is sent to his own corner and finally Cynder is able to tag in…and so does Brian Williams as he, again, blind tags his way into the match…)

HS: "Finally Cynder is making his way into this contest!"

FJ: "I bet he's been waiting to get in here to cash in that receipt he has for Brian Williams for that shot Brian took at Cynder earlier in the match."

HS: "These two goliaths are about to face off and it should be a battle to say the least!"

(Brian smiles at Cynder, as he knows that Cynder is pissed about the cheap shot from earlier in the match. Cynder steps up to Williams and waves at the big man, challenging him to step up. Williams scoffs at the guts of Cynder…but humors the Carnival member. Brian gets right in the face of Cynder and asks him ‘what're you gonna do?' Cynder smirks for a moment before he headbutts Brian Williams right on the bridge of the nose! Cynder opens up on Brian with rights and lefts before finally dropping the big seven footer with a clothesline! Brian gets right back up, but Cynder is ready for him and drops the behemoth with a T-Bone Suplex! The crowd pops for the move, as the impact of the HUGE Brian Williams hitting the mat was spectacular! Cynder mounts Williams and stays on the giant with another series of lefts and rights before finally the Ref interjects himself and pulls Cynder off of Brian Williams…)

FJ: "Damn! Cynder is pissed!"

HS: "Not too often do we get to see Brian Williams down like this."

FJ: "That's for sure. The monster known as Brian Williams is RARELY in a predicament such as this!"

HS: "If Cynder can somehow upset Brian Williams, then he will more than likely be thrust straight into World Title Contention."

FJ: "To say the least…but wins over Brian Williams are few and far between. Let's see if he can follow up and take advantage. Call it a hunch, but I don't think Brian Williams is done just yet!"

(Cynder finally gets his chance to get his hands back on Brian Williams, and does so, Irish Whipping Brian Williams into the rope and hitting a nasty Kitchen Sink Knee to the gut of Williams. Brian is down on the mat, but Cynder follows up, locking in a blatant choke. Cynder breaks the choke at the ref's count of 4 and follows up by slamming the head of Brian into the mat. Cynder is on FIRE! Cynder brings the Giant to his feet again and, once again, whips Brian Williams to the ropes! Cynder goes for another clothesline, but Williams ducks! On the rebound, both men hit clotheslines and both me go down hard! Both men inch to their corners and both, almost simultaneously, tag in their respective tag team partners! Janus and John Williams both rush center ring and start exchanging lefts and rights! Janus goes for a wild swing, and pays for it with a Superkick! John Williams sees that Brian and Cynder are both still down and immediately takes advantage of Janus, hoisting the smaller Janus into the air and nailing his "All She Wrote" finisher! The crowd pops big time as John covers Janus and scores the three count!)

HS: "And just like that, The Williams' Brothers have won the Tag Team Title Tournament!"

FJ: "…and their prize? A shot at the AWA Tag Team Champions, Damage, Inc., later tonight in Brian Stevens home state of Minnesota!"

HS: "That one is gonna be a battle!"

(We cut to the back where the camera focuses on a table where a cellphone is ringing with the whimsical rip-off of "Barbie Girl". It is not long before it is answered by Xander Crew.)

CREW: "Lexus?"

(There is a long shril scream so loud that Xander's reflex action is to jerk it from his ear. Confused and worried he tries to get through his manager's sound barrier, but there is barely a breath between her cries. Xander's concern is more than obvious and only stimulated as suddenly the call is cut. Xander hits his speed dial and listlessly paces through one ring, two, three four rings, then onto Lexus' automated message service. Unsure what to say, Xander ends the call, grabs a sweat shirt and rushes from his dressing room, inadvertantly barging through a pair of backstage hands who pick themselves up, cussing Xander's incinsideration.)

HS: "What was this all about?"

FJ: "I have no idea, I assume it has something to do with Lexus."

HS: "Really?"

FJ: "Yeah."

HS: "Oh Frank..."

(A bright flash fills the arena for a few seconds, followed by a deep rumbling. Loud explosions are heard as golden fireballs shoot up from the ring posts. Two large mushroom clouds rise up from both sides of the entrance as "Falling Further" by Spoken blasts through the PA system. As the smoke clears, Titan 3 emerges slowly from the smoke, raising both arms in the air. The jumbo-tron shows images of nuclear explosions, mixed in with clips of Titan 3 destroying opponent after helpless opponent with his Ground Zero finisher. Golden strobe lights begin to flash all over the arena as Titan 3 struts down to ringside. He climbs into the ring, and then gets on one knee, raising his index finger to the sky. One more huge explosion goes off, followed by an impressive pyro show and the lights go dim for a second or two before coming back on. Titan 3 then stretches against the ropes for a last-minute warm-up before the match begins.)

HS: "This man looks ready to fight tonight. He stands at 6'6 and weighs 290 pounds!

FJ: "That is true Herb, but Zenith is not too far behind at 6'4, 257 pounds. I like both of these guys!

(The lights in the arena flash. "Ambitions as a Rydah" by Tupac begins with a dj cutting as Tupac starts.)

Tupac: "You can't deny it." *Scratch* "You can't deny it." *Scratch* "You can't deny it."

(Smoke fills the entrance way.)

Tupac: "I'm a straight rydah/ you don't wanna-" *Scratch* "with me."

(The lights stop flashing.)

Tupac: "You can't deny it."

(Pyros go up at an angle twice from each side, and Zenith walks calmly from the smoke. He goes down the rampway, then gets into it with a fan. He then continues down to the ring and slides in under the ropes, mocking the fans with a lackadaisical shoulder shrug as he gets up. He then removes wife beater and proceeds to exit off the turnbuckle. Titan looks him dead in the eye and smirks. The bell rings and Titan instantly juts forward, tackling the unsuspecting Zenith to the ground. The larger Titan then quickly mounts him and starts pummeling away at Zenith's head.)

FJ: "Alright! This is the type of action I like! Pummel his head until it falls off!"

HS: "Calm down Frank, this is not over yet. Let's see if Zenith can get out of this."

(Zenith tries to dodge the punches and roll from side to side but Titan is firmly mounted and not budging as he nails him with blow after blow to the head. All of a sudden Zenith stops moving around and his arms fall limp to the mat. Normally, the ref would see this and stop the match but Titan suddenly stops punching and lifts the unconscious Zenith to his feet. Before anything can be done to stop it Titan quickly sets up his opponent and nails a Ground Zero on him. The ref sees that Zenith is out of it and calls for the bell.)

FJ: "What a display of power! He knocked him out with that Ground Zero!"

HS: "I have a feeling he knocked him out before that…but nonetheless, Titan has gotten a quick, powerful victory over Zenith."

(A short commercial airs for the new "The Best of Sunday Night Shock" DVD.)

HS: "Ladies and gentlemen, I have just received word from our producer that AWA Cruiserweight Champion The Fish has yet to appear at the Target Center. We have no further information, but the plan was for The Fish to appear here early on, and he hasn't as of yet."

FJ: "Ooooooh, what a pity!"

(Out of the silence, a male voice hits the arena speakers.)

"We have a delivery for you! S-Express!"

(Dune's song "Are You Ready To Fly?" starts to play and the crowd cheers its approval when the singer asks just that. On the AWAtron, in silver lettering against a black background, the word "S-Express" appears. Johnny Jet and Atlas emerge from the back and head toward the ring. They interact with their fans all the way down, slapping outstretched hands and even stopping now and then to sign autographs or pose for pictures. Meanwhile, a video, all silver and black rolls with rapid cuts between their names, tag team name and action footage. When they reach the ring, Atlas slides under the bottom rope, gets to his feet and pulls the top rope. Meanwhile, Johnny has climbed the top tunrbuckle and raised both hands into the air and leaps forward with a 360 somersault. When he lands, flames shoot out of all four ring posts.)

HS: "There they are, The S-Express! Listen to these fans erupt for Atlas!"

FJ: "Oh yeah, a lot of Swedes here in Minnesota. Tons of ancestory. Atlas will be right at home here in Minneapolis!"

HS: "What do you make of this new team of Jet and Atlas?"

FJ: "They are starting to develop chemistry…and that's good, I guess."

HS: "Wow. That's pretty in depth, Frank."

FJ: "Well, that's why they hired me, Herb. All kinds of like…awesome info that I possess."

HS: "Well, here come their opponents, Frank! The team collectively known as Blood, Sweat, and Tears!"

(Richard O. Dickinson III comes out from the back with his arms open as his tag team of Sven Anderson and Harley Harris emerge from the back. Sven walks past the other two, who stop at the top of the ramp to gloat. Sven starts yapping with the fans on his way down to the ring. Harley follows closely behind his partner, Sven, and instead of yelling at the fans, Harley yells at the opponents awaiting in the ring. Richard O. Dickinson III runs and catches up with Harley, who slides into the ring. Sven takes the ring steps and wipes his boots on the apron before entering the ring…)

HS: "Here's a hometown boy!"

FJ: "That's right! Sven Anderson is a native of Minnesota and he got himself a nice pop there, didn't he, Herb?"

HS: "Yeah he did. Blood, Sweat and Tears look to be very serious here tonight. Both teams are looking for a big win here tonight, so let's see what the S-Express and Blood Sweat and Tears have to offer."

FJ: "Yeah. A win here tonight will put one of these teams into title contention. Who really knows what will happen to the losing team. Maybe they'll be put to sleep and made into dog food…"

HS: "WHAT!? That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard!"

FJ: "Or the smartest! Think about that!"

(The bell sounds and we are under way! Atlas and Sven are starting here and we have a collar-elbow tie up center ring. Atlas comes out of the tie up with the advantage and a standing side headlock. Atlas hiptosses Sven over and holds on to the head lock. Sven tries to maneuver out of it, but Atlas is wise to it and switches the side head lock to a figure four on the head of Sven. On the outside, Richard O. Dickinson III is freaking out. Sven finally breaks the hold, but is met by a deep arm drag by Atlas. Sven shoots up and is again taken down with another deep arm drag, this time into the corner of the S-Express. Atlas throws Sven in a top wrist lock and tags out to Johnny Jet, who catapults himself over the top rope and into the ring, hitting a Senton splash on the arm and shoulder of Sven.)

HS: "Good teamwork shown here by S-Express!"

FJ: "Yeah. The Swedes are looking damn fine here."

(Jet brings Sven up to his feet and brings Sven back into a top wrist lock. Jet starts elbowing the arm and shoulder of Sven before lanking the arm hard, trying to rip it out of socket. Jet gives the arm of Sven one more elbow smash before bringing the hold into a hammerlock. Sven tries escaping with some back elbows, but Jet has the wherewithal to hold the hammerlock and deliver a back suplex, dropping Sven on his arm and shoulder.)

HS: "The S-Express are really painting a target on the shoulder of Sven Anderson here tonight."

FJ: "Yeah. Gotta do what works, I guess."

(Jet waits for Sven to get to his feet, and once he does, Jet heads to the ropes and springboards back at Sven and connects with a nice back elbow to the jaw and chest/shoulder area of Anderson. Jet goes for a cover, but Richard O. Dickinson III gets up on the ring apron and starts yelling at the referee. Jet leaves his cover of Sven Anderson and starts yelling at Dickinson, telling him to get off the apron…but from behind, Harley Harris hit's the young rookie with a double axe-handle to the back of the skull of Jet. Harley whips Johnny Jet into his teams corner and drags Sven by the boot as well to their corner. Dickinson jumps off from the apron and this allows Harley to tag in legally…)

FJ: "Smart wrestling by Blood Sweat and Tears."

HS: "Yeah. Smart but underhanded."

(Harley starts punching away at the midsection of Jet before delivering a few knife edge chops, reddening the chest of the young Swede. Harley brings Jet out of the corner and grabs an arm of Jet and hit's a nice Short Arm clothesline. Harley tags Sven back in and they both start stomping away at Jet, who is prone in their corner. Harley turns towards Atlas and spits at him, bringing the Immortal into the ring. The ref tries to cool Atlas down and bring him back into his corner, but Harley and Sven start choking the life out of Jet. The ref turns around finally and Atlas steps out of the ring. The ref counts BS&T for the choke and they break it at four.)

FJ: "NOW Blood, Sweat and Tears are playing THEIR game."

HS: "And that is smart strategy, like it or not. If you take Jet and Atlas out of their comfort zone, they have less of a chance to beat you."

FJ: "Damn Skippy."

(Sven brings Johnny Jet to his feet and puts him in a side headlock. From the headlock, Sven hit's the Minnesota Surprise on Jet. Sven is still visibly favoring his shoulder. Sven snapmares Jet over and follows up with a fist drop. Sven brings Jet up to his feet…BUT Jet starts fighting away, hitting "The Stretcher" with elbow after elbow to the gut of the Minnesota Native. Jet takes to the ropes…but he is tripped up by Dickinson! With everything Sven has in him, he reaches over the ropes and takes a wild swing at Dickinson, but misses by a mile. Dickinson laughs it off as Sven clobbers Johnny Jet from behind with a closed fist strike and that sends the young European rookie to the mat once again. Sven tags in Harley Harris and the two are looking for a double team and Sven whips Jet to the ropes and hits Jet in the gut with a stomach punch. Harley has Jet lined up and charges in with a knee strike…but Jet pulls away at the last second and dives to his corner and hot tags Magnus "Atlas" Johannson and the fans pop big time!)

HS: "In comes Atlas, and man oh man, He has a delivery for Blood, Sweat and Tears!"

FJ: "Gee. Really? That was creative, Herb."

HS: "Oh! Atlas is fired up!"

(Atlas clotheslines Harley! Atlas clotheslines Sven! Dickinson comes up on the apron and he gets a forearm smash in the face from Atlas for his troubles! Atlas plays to the crowd briefly and they eat it up! Atlas hits Harley with a huge dropkick and sends him to the floor! Atlas goes over to Johnny Jet and gets him to come too. Jet heads up to the top turnbuckle and Atlas locks Sven in a rear waistlock. Jet flies off and Atlas lifts him up and the duo hit the XXX-Press! Harley slides back into the ring and clotheslines Jet from behind and sends him to the mat. Harley proceeds to do the same to Atlas. Suddenly, Richard Dickinson gets up on the ring apron and throws in his loaded "Male Bag" into Harley! Harley waits for Atlas to get back up and takes a big running swing at The Immortal! Atlas ducks and Harley hits Richard Dickinson instead! He is out! Atlas kicks Harley in the gut on the turnaround and delivers a hard backbreaker making Harris drop the "Male Bag"…and almost on cue, Johnny Jet ascends to the top rope and flies off and the duo hit their Perfect Delivery Finish! Harley tries to hold on, but finally gives it up and submits!)

HS: "Wow! What a impressive win for The S-Express! They showed excellent timing and chemistry tonight!"

FJ: "Sure. They looked pretty swell. I'm just bummed out about Mr. Dickinson! He got nailed with the "Male Bag!"

HS: "Oh, I'm sure he'll pull through."

(The word "Security" appears on our screen. The camera pulls away to reveal the back of a black shirt worn by an impressively built individual who is attempting to calm Xander Crew. "Barbie Girl" begins to trill from Xander's pocket, interupting his tirade at security's lack of efficiencey. There is a voice on the other side. It is hysterical, whimpering, sometimes screaming. It is Lexus.)

LEXUS: "Xander, come get me. Please Xander, come get me, I'm scared. I don't want to hurt, Xander, he's going to hurt me, Xander!!!!!"

(Xander seems seems stunned, perhaps the rising rage showing in his face. Then a second voice speaks.)

VOICE: "Remember, Xander?"

"Remember your history, because it is about to repeat itself; a pay-per-view, a cross, a victim... but aren't we all, Xander? Such a long way to fall for an angel such as Lexus... such a very long way down."

(The call ends. Xanders face is unreadable. We head to another backstage area at the Minneapolis Target Center and we see the hometown hero, "The Sensation" Brian Stevens, making his way through the halls of the backstage area. Stevens is dressed for his match with a very determined look on his face. Stevens turns a corner and suddenly comes to a screeching halt as he sees his longtime girlfriend and now ex-girlfriend Jessica Kassle walking side by side with "The Outrageous One" Orlando Ortega for the second show in a row. Jessica looks absolutely breathtaking, proving just why she was one of the most beautiful woman to ever grace an AWA ring with her attire, style, and looks. Jessica appears to be enjoying her conversation with OOO as both have wide smiles on their faces. Orlando, who is also dressed for his match, leans over to Jessica and whispers something in her ear and both start giggling flirtatiously…but Stevens has seen enough. The young upstart sneaks up behind both and shoves Ortega as hard as he can. Ortega takes a fe! w stumble steps forward, but stays on his feet. Ortega turns around quickly, but smirks once he sees that it was Stevens who shoved him…)

OOO: "Ah, I should have known it was you, Stevens. Who else attacks people from behind as much as you do?"

STEVENS: "Shut up, dickhead. Jess, what are you doing with this clown?"

KASSLE: "I'm here visiting friends, Brian. I'm not even an employee of the AWA anymore, so just back off and mind your own business! I don‘t need your crap tonight. I‘m here to find Ben."

STEVENS: "I haven't seen Onslaught for two weeks, Jess. You're wasting your time."

KASSLE: "Well, he's probably here. I hope he's here, anyways. I really need to talk with him."

STEVENS: "Whatever. Why are you hanging with this loser?"

KASSLE: "Leave us alone, Brian. Don't make anything out of this…"

OOO: "Why don't you listen to the lady, amigo? And correct me if I'm wrong, Brian…but it was YOU who told this beauty to get lost, right?"

STEVENS: "Bean Breath, why don't YOU get lost. This is between Jess and I and if you interject yourself one more time in this conversation, I'll knock your bitch-ass out AGAIN! Now get lost before I bust you up!"

OOO: "Should I turn around then, my friend? That's about the only way you'll ever knock me out again."

STEVENS: "Oh. Is that so?"

(Brian looks away, contemplating his next move for a second, before taking a swing at OOO. Ortega ducks and smiles at Stevens. Stevens throws a kick at the hip of Ortega now, but OOO does a stunning backflip, making Stevens miss again. Stevens looks for a deathblow and throws a Mafia kick at Ortega, but OOO rolls through! Stevens looks furious and turns around to be met by a very upset looking AWA President Travis Gray, who has apparently been watching the entire ordeal…)

GRAY: "This stops NOW! Is that clear!?"

(Both men stare hard at each other before agreeing with their boss…)

GRAY: "If you two want at each other so badly, why don't you meet on a match next week on Shock? I will tolerate ZERO amounts of backstage antics from either of you so if you want to settle your differences... then do it in the ring next week on Shock!"

STEVENS: "Oh, I'll be there and this time, me knocking you out won't be a fluke!"

OOO: "We'll see, amigo. You have to catch me first."

STEVENS: "Not a problem…and Jessica, why don't you show up as well. I want you to see what a REAL man can do in the ring!"

(Brian walks away as does President Gray, both in opposite directions. Jessica and Ortega just stare at each other before breaking the silence…)

KASSLE: "I'm sorry about him, Orlando. He's crazy."

OOO: "Don't be, my dear. It's not your fault…

(The duo walk away, still in conversation, as we go back to ringside. The Sounds of "Roadhouse Blues" by The Doors hit's the arena speakers and white lights flash at the entrance under the titantron as the arena darkens and Jack Sloan steps out from the back and makes his way down to the ring pumped and into the music as he gets himself ready before even getting in the ring. He slides under the bottom rope and spins in a circle in the ring holding his arms out somewhat and flexing and then goes to his corner.JP Morgan follows making the announcement of who this man is for Sloan.)

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

HS: "Well, Sloan looks like he is ready to get things going here, he has showed that he is the real deal in his limited time here in the AWA, but this will be a tester, he is stepping in the ring with a proven AWA Superstar in Rawstarr."

FJ: "Yeah, it will be interesting to see how he performs against Rawstarr, I think I already know what is going to happen, you know me being Clarivoiant and all, but for the benefit of the folks watching at home, I will just keep my mouth shut."

HS: "Please do. Not that you would be right reguardless, you never are."

(The arena lights fade "Trapped" by 2pac hits and moments later blue lights shine down on the head of Rawstarr singling him out in the total darnkness, half way down the the darkness seases and all you can see is the intense glow of hundreds of yellow lights in the arena, Rawstarr lowers the hood of his trench coat and slides into the ring eyeing up sloan from an opposite corner. He then loses the trench coat and tosses it to the ring attendant.)

HS: "Rawstarr has been looking very good since his return to the AWA ring, and the former Cruiser Weight champ will be looking for a good showing tonight and perhaps get himself back into the chase for that very title."

FJ: "Well, he is in tough, and this next young man will be looking to make a name for himself here in his PPV debut."

("Trapped" fades out slowly and moments later is replaced by the theme of The Iceman. Then the lights in the arena suddenly dim and a dark blue light emanates from the stage. The music cuts in and The Iceman steps onto the stage. He poses for a few seconds looking around the crowd and takes a deep breath before continuing down the ramp to the ring. As he walks down the ramp he lifts his arms up and enters the ring before doing it again with a crude smile on his face. He looks his two opponents up and down and takes up an empty corner as he prepares for the bell.)

HS: "We should have an exciting match on our hands here, these three man all have something to prove."

FJ: "I have to admit that the winner of this match definately pushes themselves right into the chase for the Cruiserweight title."

HS: "I can't argue with you on that. There is the bell folks strap yourselves in and get ready for some action."

(The match starts out with Iceman attacking Sloan, and knocking him back into his corner courtesy of a running forearm smash. Iceman then follows up with a couple of stiff right hands. He then goes to whip him across the ring, but as Sloan reaches the middle he is caught with a drop kick by Rawstarr that flattens him. Iceman charges looking to capitalize, but as he storms in Rawstarr springs to his feet and nails him with a drop kick as well.)

HS: Big start to this match by Rawstarr, he is going to look to keep up this intensity and keep both opponents off balance.

(Both oppoenent get to their feet and both charge at Rawstarr, but he ducks and the two crash hard into each other, then as they stumble a bit Rawstarr hits the rope and nails a double bulldog taking both men down. He then rolls Iceman over and covers, the ref quickly slides into position and counts 1.....2......Kickout.)

HS: "Near fall there after a great move by Rawstarr, he is looking really impressive so far tonight."

FJ: "Yes, but in the AWA as you well know things can turn around in a real hurry."

HS: "Yes they can, and I would never count any man out until the final bell has been called for."

(Rawstarr climbs to his feet after the three count and pulls Iceman with him. He quickly pulls him into a front face lock and quickly after that drops him with a DDT and follows it up witha cover, the ref again slides into position and counts 1......2.......... but the count is broken up by Sloan with a quick boot the the back of Rawstarr's head. Sloan follows this boot up with another and then pulls Rawstarr to his feet and backs him into the corner where he chops him a number of times before he grabs his arm and whips him across the ring. Rawstarr hits the corner and stumbles out only to catch a drop kick from Iceman, who quickly drops onto him for a cover 1...........2......... Broken up by Sloan)

HS: "Another near fall, all three men seem to be into this match, and all three want to win obviously."

FJ: "It is almost to close to call at this point, but I already know the answer so it is not like I am calling it."

HS: "You know the answer like hell, just call the match, you are not psychic, and the whole world knows it."

(Sloan pulls Iceman to his feet and backs him up against the ropes and begins to whip him, but then pulls him back hitting a short clothesline. Iceman drops to the mat and Sloan drops a leg across his chest and then rolls over for a cover 1..........2......... Kickout by Iceman. Sloan is quickly back on the advantage as he pulls himself and Iceman back to a vertical basis, and once both men are up he hooks him in a front face lock and lifts him into the air and drops with a vertical suplex, and he rolls right through for another cover 1.............2............. Broken up by Rawstarr)

HS: "Sloan nearly had this thing won, if i had not been for Rawstarr I think it would have been over."

FJ: "Shut up Summers, just watch the match, everyone knows you are not psychic."

HS: "I never claimed that I was..."

FJ: :"The match Summers"

(Sloan springs to his feet and he and Rawstarr begin to battle, but Sloan quickly gets the advantage and whips Rawstarr to the ropes, then upon his return Sloan ducks and Rawstarr tumbles between the ropes to the outside. Sloan watches as he falls to the mat then he turns his attention back to Iceman, but he is late doing so and he takes a kick in the gut which doubles Sloan over, and Iceman then drills him right on the chin with an uppercut which flattens Sloan. Iceman then drives an elbow into the chest of Sloan and then heads for the top rope. Iceman leaps connecting with a top rope elbow right to the sternum of Sloan, Iceman who bounced away about a foot on the impact heads back over to his opponent and covers, 1...................2................ Kick Out.)

HS: "So close there, if Iceman had hooked the leg there, I dont know if Sloan would have been able to kick out after that vicious top rope elbow."

FJ: " Well he did, and the match goes on."

(Iceman glares up at the ref and questions the count, but is right back at it, and he brings Sloan back to his feet. Iceman backs him up into the corner and sets him up on the second rope. He then steps through the ropes and delivers a spring board bull dog. Iceman looks at Sloan who is nearly out, then he heads for the corner and springs up so he is standing facing the crowd on the top turnbuckle. He makesa few taunting motions to the crowd before going for a moonsault, he rotates, but comes right down onto the mat, as Sloan has moved aside. Iceman is out and Sloan is pulling himself back to his feet. Sloan makes it back to his feet and he himself heads to the corner, and climbs to the top, he leaps and comes down with a hard elbow. He jumps to his feet and signals for the Sloan Driver, he then turns to signal to the other side of the arena.)

HS: "Look Out!"

(Sloan turns right into a waiting Rawstarr who nails Raw Exectution, and quickly hooks the leg for a cover 1................2....................3.)

HS: "Rawstarr Execution, and Rawstarr picks up the win."

FJ: "Sloan just got knocked into next week, right when he was ready to finish this one off, but he made one big mistake."

HS: "Yeah, he forgot about Rawstarr who took that tumble outside the ring."

FJ: "Well he paid for it, and I bet he will never make the same mistake again."

HS: "Ladies and gentlemen, Rawstarr picks up the win, and this has to throw his name right into the Cruiserweight title chase. But as AWA Overpower 2005 progresses we STILL haven't heard from The Fish. We have been told that AWA officials, including President Gray, are in a conference backstage right now, discussing the possibilites that we have right now. Of course, there are some concerns that The Fish has been involved in some kind of accident on his way to the arena, but that is pure speculation on my part."

(We are SOMEWHERE and Lexus' eyes are wide as a rabbit in the headlights on an oncomming truck. A hand gently strokes a rogue hair from her face. A scarred hand, the hand of Quade deSade, The Fiery Cross. He pulls her cellphone from his own pocket and flips open the dial pad ..... it rings and a voice from over the earpiece shouts, "You bastard, you hurt one hair of her head and I'll ..." Quade shuts the phone and ends the call. A cold crocodile smile spreads across his face as he takes the stray hair and yanks free of his captives scalp causing her to wince. Quade winds the hair around his middle finger.)

HS: "DeSade's crazy! I can't believe he's going to do such a thing!"

FJ: "Relax, Herb. Quade deSade is a trained professional. I doubt anyone will be seriously hurt tonight."

HS: "What the hell are you talking about? Quade is going to almost kill someone with these situations happening tonight."

(Quade and the cameras focus is drawn towards the stair case as footsteps can be heard rapidly ascending and a voice calling out "LLeeeexussss!!!" All Lexus can do is mumble a muffled reply from behind a strip of duct tape. Xander Crew steps up into the platform where the AWA logo is hanging and spots his manager strapped cruciform to a scaffold rig set to be pushed out over the stage. Xanders concern is overwhelnming as he begins to untie Lexus from her bond. Then Barbie Girl trills from his pocket. Xander stops and despite Lexus' pleading muffles Xander answers looking around himself...)

DESADE: "Do you not find Lexus just a little bit appealing to you right Xander?"

"There she is displayed in all her ... glory, begging Xander and she would be so yielding and sweet Xanderr and she would not fight you off. No she would welcome you with open arms." Xander's face twist in rage.

XANDER: "Quade you son of a bitch!"

(Before he can continue a shadow stirs, Quade steps out behind Xander and winks at Lexus before whipping a chain around Xanders throat and twisting in a knot choking him. Xander tries to fight pushing back into deSade forcing him towrads the stairs. Quade wraps the slack around his burnt arm and yanks at Xander like a dog on a choker. Quade pulls Xander's left arm into a Half Nelson Arm Lock jerking the chain around his neck as he winds the slack around Xanders arm. Pushing Xander into the railings of the steps Quade he grabs a handful of Xander hair and delivers a crushing headbutt to Xanders face.)

FJ: "Ooooh, that's going to leave a mark."

(Pushing Xander ahead of him, Xander is forced down the steps as Quade hammers blow after blow on him. Kick after kick, occassionally Xander trips taking four or five steps hard as he bounces uncontrollably to a bone crunching halt as he tries to use his free hand to grab the rails to stop his fall.)

HS: "Xander Crew almost fell to his death! We need some officials to get up there and stop this calamity before it escalates to something far worse than a wrestling match."

FJ: "Herb, you will not cease my enjoyment of watching this violent display. So, I warn you to cease and desist any activities that will hinder my enjoyment of this!"

HS: "Frank, you need to take a chill pill and look at the main picture. Someone is going to be seriously hurt if this doesn't stop!"

(At the bottom of the steps Quade simpley hauls his opponent up by his tied off arm, yanking the Arm Lock just for the Hell of it. Xander cries out at the pain. Out on the stage Quade is first to be seen as he leads Xander by taunting him. Quade stick out his chin and goads Xander into taking a swing with his free hand only to have The Fiery Cross step out of the way and push Xander into the follow through of his blow. Quade wraps an arm tight around Xanders already constricted throat and executes a Reverse DDT into the steel grating of the ramp. The crowd boos at Quades display, but the Fiery Cross lets them wash off him as he rolls clear and get to his feet to stand over Xander crew.)

HS: "He's choking the life out of him! Get some officials over there! Hell, get some police up there!"

FJ: "Herb, in No Limit matches, no holds are barred, meaning that they are all legal."

HS: "I know the rules of the match, thank you!"

FJ: "I mean, Xander could pull a gun out, blow deSade's head off, drag his dead body to the ring, pin it, and then the match would be over."

HS: "Thanks for that rather gruesome explanation. I'll remember to send those complaint letters to you later on."

(Quade raise his burned arm in mock salute of the AWA fans and turns to face them on both sides of the ramp. Pointing down at his opponent, Quade then points to the ring and grabbing him by the chain he starts to drag the prone Crew down to the ring where he props him up against the apron. Quade takes a moment then whispers something 'private' into Xander Crew's ear. Whatever it was it pulls Xander out of his stuper screaming his defience at Quade deSade. Quade rolls Xander into the ring kicking and screaming. And the ref calls for the bell to begin the match.)

FJ: "Finally, the match is on!"

HS: "I doubt we can expect much from Xander Crew after the attrocities he just underwent."

(Quade walks up to the staggering Xander Crew and hits a reverse DDT. Quade picks up Crew and whips him into the ropes and on Crew's way back, he hits Crew with a clothesline. Then, deSade picks up Crew, and he gives him a few body shots with some hard, stiff right hands. Xander staggers back a bit, and deSade doesn't relent in his attack. DeSade hits Crew with an arm drag and then Xander crawls up the ropes to bring himself to his feet. Quade walks up and starts to choke Xander with the middle rope. The referee starts to count his FIVE count.)

HS: "Come on ref! Get him off those ropes!"

FJ: "Herb, I swear, if that referee hears you and he stops my enjoyment, we might have an inpromtu match tonight, understand me."

HS: "Frank, you need to lighten up. There are much better things than violence."

FJ: "Like what?"

HS: "Like women, for starters."

FJ: "..."

HS: "Figured."

(Quade gets off Xander before the referee hits FIVE and runs backwards, bounces off the rope, and then runs towards Crew. DeSade jumps towards Crew, but Xander rolls out of the way, so deSade gets a crotch full of second rope. Xander watches as the No Limit Champion falls out of the ring, holding his crotch from the impact from the rope. Xander rolls out of the ring and stumbles to the time keeper's table where he snatches a chair from the side. He folds it as he walks towards where deSade is starting to get to his feet. As Xander makes it to Quade, the No Limit Champion is on his feet staring down Xander. Xander swings the chair down and Quade gets an arm up to stop the blow, but it wasn't enough. The chair makes impact and Quade falls to the ground, holding his arm.)

HS: "Good for him!"

FJ: "Hey, he could have a broken arm from that. It's not nice to wish pain on people."

HS: "What, and saying you want violence and mayhem every week is nice?"

FJ: "It is...shut up!"

(Xander pulls Quade to his feet and whips him into the steel post. Quade gets an arm up, but it wasn't enough this time either, and he hits and goes down. Xander hops onto the apron and leaps off, delivering a sharp swanton bomb onto deSade's hurting body. Xander opens up the chair he used to bash deSade's brains in with and he sets it up next to him. He pulls Quade up off the ground and puts his head between his legs, calling for a powerpomb. He gets him into position and pulls, but Quade blocks. Xander tries again, but is again blocked. DeSade stands up and delivers a back body drop on Xander and Xander makes contact with the chair that was supposed to be for his opponent.)

FJ: "Oooh, that's going to hurt in the morning."

HS: "Yes, that will."

(Quade picks up Xander and rolls him into the ring.)

HS: "There goes your no holds barred environment."

FJ: "Shut up!"

(Quade rolls into the ring and delivers a sharp elbow to the throat of Xander Crew. Crew rolls around the ring holding his throat while deSade has other plans. Quade slips from the ring and quickly retrieves the length of chain he had Xander secured by, and re-enters with it. Pulling Xander to his feet, Quade slams home a pair of Body Chops before whipping Xander to the ropes. Quade shifts and receives Xander on the rebound, Hip Tossing him into the turnbuckle where Xander hangs in a Tree Of Woe. Quade moves quickly. Taking the chain he wraps it around Xander waist securing him to the post. With the slack Quade pulls his legs spread eagle. Xander screams at deSade, cussing him for a coward, challenging him to set him free and prove he is a real champion.)

HS: "Not this again. This is illegal in the ring! Quade deSade should be disqualified!! This is illegal!!"

FJ: "I guess the referee is allowing this to continue."

HS: "We need to educate our referees on the rules of No Limit Championship matches, because this is illegal."

(Quade is ignorant as he reaches under the apron and pulls free a sledgehammer. Mounting the turnbuckle Quade stands above the prone Xander Crew as the screams of the fans reaching fever pitch; some calling for intervention, others demanding Quade "JUMP!!" Quade does. Leaping into the air, Quade twists enough to come down inside the ring. The sledgehammer gripped firmly in both hands is piledriven between Xander Crews legs and the impact sets off a shockwave of sympathy among all the men in attendance at Overpower. Quade unties Xander and flops his limp flesh into ring for the pin.)

FJ: "This could be it! ONE...TWO...THREE!!"

HS: "Damn! DeSade put Xander Crew away with ILLEGAL ACTIONS inside of the ring."

FJ: "I think Crew needs a hospital right about now."

HS: "No, you think?? Idiot!"

(We see Orlando Ortega walking backstage, when suddenly a man in a black jumpsuit bumps into him. The man keeps walking and we hear OOO speak.)

OOO: "Do you have a problem?"

(We see the man throw his hood down. He looks back towards OOO and we see that it's Jeff Christianson that bumped into him. Jeff Christianson speaks.)

DW: "Why should I give you an answer?"

OOO: "I can see this isn't going to go anywhere."

DW: "As you can see, I'm about to go out and give the match of the night. I'd really like it if you would get out of my way. I already have one career to end... I don't need to end two."

OOO: "You sound so sure of yourself. Does your arrogance blind you from the truth?"

(We can see Jeff Christianson smirk at this. He continues to speak.)

DW: "As a matter of fact, no. I'm not blinded by the truth."

OOO: "If I may be serious for a minute, I'd like to say something."

(We see Jeff Christianson turn around and begin away from OOO. OOO speaks anyway.)

OOO: "I'm sure Low thought the same when he beat your ass last Sunday night."

(We now see Jeff Christianson bolt around and walk right up to Orlando Ortega's face. OOO speaks again.)

OOO: "I thought that would grab your attention. If you think you're going to walk right in there and destroy C-Rock you're wrong. Even though he hasn't shown much interest lately in his career he is an AWA legend."

DW: "Then you might as well call me the AWA's Legend Killer, because after tonight, the only way you'll hear C-Rock's name is in the record books. I believe you have problems with a finned foe."

OOO: "Problems, no. He's just a great opponent who I WILL beat tonight for the Crusierweight Title."

DW: "Just like he beat you at Classic."

(We can see this gets the Columbian uspet.)

DW: "That's just what I thought. Now if you will excuse me, I'll steal the show tonight."

(As Jeff Christianson begins to walk off, OOO speaks again.)

OOO: "Just like we stole the show from you at Classic?"

(We can hear DW say one final thing.)

DW: "After I finish with C-Rock... I may come right after you, OOO and show you who the show stealer truly is."

(OOO responds with one final comment.)

OOO: "Man, what is it with me? I just seem to attract assholes or something."

(We cut back to Herb and Frank.)

HS: "Frank, it's now time for the 'I quit' Match."

FJ: "Only this time the stakes are higher. You not only get to say 'I quit' in front of an audience, but you also lose your job."

HS: "Bad Blood has been one of the most successful tag teams in AWA history, winning the Tag Team title three times. Of course, both members have had distinguished singles careers, winning multiple World and US titles. But tonight it all comes to an end. And here comes the first competitor."

FJ: "Here's my personal choice for the AWA's MVP next year."

HS: "How can you have a choice already?"

FJ: "It's not that hard when he's a winner."

("Respect My Game" by Master P blares over the PA and we fade backstage. We see Jeff Christianson and Paige leave their lockerroom 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. Now Jeff Christianson lays on top of the ropes, as if he were laying down for a rest, awaiting C-Rock's arrival.)

HS: "The crowd really doesn't like Jeff Christianson much."

FJ: "It's hard to always like a winner, Herb."

HS: "What about his loss to Low last week?"

FJ: "The streak starts this week, Herb. This week. We already forgot about last week."

HS: "We?"

FJ: "Paige, Jeff, and I"

HS: "Frank, give it up."

FJ: "I really have a weekly conversation with them... Honest Herb. Jeff said C-Rock's in for it tonight. He's bringing more than his A game."

("Made You Look" by Nas begins to play and the crowd erupts. Tiffany, wearing a denim mini-skirt, a black sleeveless blouse, black high heels and large hoop earrings leads C-Rock out as he walks out onto the entrance ramp wearing his wrestling attire of baby blue tights, baby blue kneepads, black wrestling boots, and an oversized black elbowpad on his right elbow. He is wearing a sleeveless black "Bad Blood" t-shirt and his wrists and fists are taped-up with white tape. C-Rock walks down the entrance ramp and up the ring stairs. He walks onto the ring apron. Before C-Rock can step into the ring, Jeff Christianson runs into him with a forearm, knocking C-Rock off the arpon to the floor.)

HS: "What a cheap shot."

FJ: "This is a match for a man's career, you have to pull out all the stops.)

(Speaking of pulling all the stops, Jeff Christianson grabs the top rope, vaulting himself over. C-Rock catches him in what looks to be a body slam position. C-Rock now attempts to throw Jeff Christianson, but Jeff Christianson grabs onto C-Rock's head and slams it down with a tornado DDT. Jeff Christianson is quickly to his feet as he begins stomp on the back of C-Rock. We hear the referee yell he hasn't started the match yet, but Jeff Christianson doesn't respond.)

HS: "I've never seen Jeff Christianson act like this."

FJ: "This is the new Jeff Christianson. This is the Jeff Christianson Low created after his victory last week."

(Jeff Christianson now picks C-Rock up. He pulls him over to the apron and slams his head off of it. Jeff Christianson then rolls him into the ring. Jeff Christianson now jumps on the ring apron. He vaults himself into the ring connecting with a Heilo of C-Rock. The referee now realises this is as close as he'll get to ringing the bell tonight and calls for the bell to offically start the match. Jeff Christianson allows C-Rock to make it to his feet. C-Rock and Jeff Christianson now charge each other. Jeff Christianson hits C-Rock with a deep arm drag to the left arm. Jeff Christianson is quickly back to his feet as C-Rock takes his time to get to his feet.)

HS: "This match has offically started."

FJ: "This match started when Jeff Christianson knocked C-Rock off the ring apron, Herb."

HS: "The bell just rang."

FJ: "There's no disqualification. This match could have started at the beginning of the pay per view. Nobody would have known if Silent C would have said I quit until they watched the footage."

(Jeff Christianson and C-Rock chage each other again, this time C-Rock attempts to connect with a deep arm drag but Jeff Christianson holds on and throws him down. Jeff Christianson now grabs the arm, while on one knee, and wrenches it across that knee. We can hear C-Rock screaming in pain. The referee attempts to ask C-Rock if he quits but Jeff Christianson shoves the referee away, saying it's not over yet. Jeff Christianson now drops the arm to the mat. While holding the arm in place, Jeff Christianson stands on his head. He then pushes his head off the mat driving his knee into C-Rock's arm.)

FJ: "Jeff Christianson is wrestling cricles around C-Rock tonight."

HS: "This is shocking. C-Rock should have prepared better for what seems to be his best friend in the AWA."

FJ: "I have conflicting reports that say Jeff Christianson prepared more for this match than any in his life to prove he carried Bad Blood through not just one title reign, but three."

(We now see Jeff Christianson repeat the process of putting his head on the mat, then launching his knee into the arm of the opponent three times. Jeff Christianson now gets back in the one knee position, and uses the foot he's leaning on as a lever of pain, with C-Rock's arm laying across it. The referee once again attempts to get in there and ask C-Rock if he wants to quit. Jeff Christianson now let's go of C-Rock's arm and pushes the referee to the mat. We now see Jeff Christianson drop three elbows on C-Rock's arm, before C-Rock finally rolls out of the ring.)

HS: "Jeff Christianson has gone mad."

FJ: "And I LIKE IT!"

HS: "He's even assaulting AWA personel."

FJ: "But he's not finished taking care of his business. When Jeff finishes, I'm sure he'll allow the referee to call for the bell."

HS: "We can all hope..."

FJ: "I said I'm sure... I didn't say I hope. I'd love to someone lose a limb tonight."

(C-Rock is now laying on the mat. He begins to get up. He turns towards Paige, who kicks him square in the nut area. We hear C-Rock yell in pain, grabbing onto the apron to hold himself up. Jeff Christianson, however, has other ideas as he bounces off the far side of the ropes connecting with a baseball slide, knocking C-Rock into the spanish announce table. Jeff Christianson rolls out of the ring. He grabs C-Rock in a body slam position and rams his back into the ring post. He continues to repeat the process four or five times before he just throws C-Rock to the ground.)

HS: "Please let this be the end to thi-"

FJ: "Please keep continuing the massacre."

(Jeff Christianson now walks over and tells the ring announcer to get out of his chair, and the ring announce listens extremely well since Jeff Christianson gave the great visual with pushing the referee down earlier... Jeff Christianson now walks over to C-Rock and BAM! BAM! BAM! Three shots to C-Rock's head. We see a river begin flowing from the head of C-Rock as he lays outside on the mat. Jeff Christianson now takes the steel chair and begins hitting the back of C-Rock. After about ten times, where C-Rock's arm and back look numb, he stops and throws the chair down.)

HS: "This is assault."

FJ: "Too bad the match is sanctioned and both men signed a contract stating they wouldn't press charges for any injuries, or for losing their job. they knew the risk going into the match. This just goes to show you how well someone can prepare for a match."

(Jeff Christianson now looks at the referee who's attempting to get out of the ring. Jeff Christianson shakes his head in a, "No" fashion and the referee walks back to the center of the ring. Jeff Christianson now pushes C-Rock to the other side of the ring post. He grabs the left arm he previously worked on and begins slamming it into the ring post. We now see C-Rock grab his arm as Jeff Christianson finally let's go. Jeff Christianson quickly picks him up and hits a European Uppercut. He now shouts that's for Europe. C-Rock falls to the mat. Jeff Christianson again quickly picks him up. This time, Jeff Christianson rams C-Rock's back into the apron. He does so again and again, before finally rolling C-Rock back in the ring.)

FJ: "Jeff Christianson continues to manhandle his former friend and tag team partner, C-Rock."

HS: "..."

FJ: "Herb Summers is also left speechless. Many people also feel Jeff Christianson is pissed at how the Michigan game ended yesterday and he's taking his frustrations how on C-Rock tonight. He was highly recruited as an athlete at Ann Arbor."

HS: "What is this, a damn 90 second life story?"

FJ: "No, but it would make a good intro for one, wouldn't it?"

(C-Rock now rolls to the center of the ring. Jeff Christianson goes to the top rope, and wastes no time jumping off executing the Fake Out. He now rolls over towards C-Rock, and begins choking the life out of him. We see C-Rock grab Jeff Christianson's hand with his good hand and kick his feet, but he can't get any leverage with only one arm. Jeff Christianson now let's go of the choke. He picks C-Rock up. He pushes C-Rock into the corner. Jeff Christianson charges, but C-Rock moves. Jeff Christianson, however, stops before the corner. He turns around and ducks a haymaker by C-Rock. He throws a punch but C-Rock ducks. C-Rock picks him up in an attempt for a back body drop, but Jeff Christianson slips behind. He quickly applies the Unprettier to C-Rock.)

HS: "Another high impact move by Jeff Christianson. I'm begging him to call the match now. C-Rock can't take much more."

FJ: "He's just trying to make sure C-Rock doesn't make a living in this business for a few months. Extending his vacation for a couple of months."

(Jeff Christianson picks C-Rock up again, and puts him on the top rope. He now climbs to the top rope, and German Suplex's him off the top rope, while holding on with his legs. Jeff Christianson now shows great balance as he turns around. Jeff Christianson jumps off the top rope with the High Death, further hurting C-Rock. We now see Jeff clutch his stomach.)

HS: "This is as hurt as Jeff Christianson's looked all night... and he did it himself."

FJ: "He's just winded. When you do all this, it can get you tired, you know."

HS: "Please don't tell me we're going to see another Suavio Mega..."

FJ: "HEY! DON'T MENTION THAT!"

HS: "Did I hit a soft spot, Frank?"

FJ: "No, he lost that match due to the officials for the match. They aren't here tonight, so he'll continue to handle his business."

(Jeff now regains his wind. He motions once again for the referee to get away from C-Rock.)

HS: "Why does Jeff Christianson keep doing that?"

FJ: "What?"

HS: "Prolonging the match."

FJ: "How?"

HS: "He keeps motioning the referee off."

FJ: "No comment."

(Jeff Christianson now picks C-Rock back up. Jeff Christianson then takes C-Rock down with a double leg takedown. He now applies a quick hammerlock on the injured left arm. Jeff now floats over and puts C-Rock into a front facelock. Jeff Christianson lifts C-Rock's head off the ground far enough where he can constantly ram his knee into the head of C-Rock. C-Rock attempts to roll Jeff Christianson over, but Jeff just rolls through continuing to apply the hold. Jeff Christianson now pulls C-Rock up in the front facelock, onyl to spin around and hit a drop toe holding sending him back to the mat. Jeff Christianson now applies a STF to C-Rock. We can immediately see the pain on C-Rock's face. The referee now attempts to ask C-Rock to quit, but Jeff Christianson makes eye contact, forcing the referee to back off.)

HS: "This is ridiculous."

FJ: "Only because it's not the other way around."

HS: "I'm not two-faced like you..."

FJ: "I'm not two-face either. This isn't Batman. This is the AWA. I'm Frank Jackson presenting a match of wrestling excellence with my partner Herb Summers who's in disbelief as C-Rock continues to be man-handled, and that's even using the term loosely."

(Jeff Christianson now drops the hold. He quickly applies a regular anklelock. He holds onto it, as C-Rock attempts to roll through, he counters into a Grapevined Anklelock. We hear C-Rock yelling.)

HS: "Every time C-Rock counters a move, or makes an attempt at offense, Jeff Christianson has a counter for it."

FJ: "This goes back to the prep period before the match. You see, when you don't give Jeff Christianson the man in black, as he wanted, he goes out there and does something even better."

HS: "This is better than him wrestling a mystery opponent?"

FJ: "If there's a mystery opponent, how can you properly prepare? He's at his best when he prepares."

HS: "It's a mystery Frank."

FJ: "My point exactly. I'm glad Travis Gray gave him the sure thing."

HS: "Afraid he wouldn't be this dominate?"

FJ: "No, I'm afraid he'd do even worse than this."

(We hear C-Rock screaming in pain as he crawls for the rope. Suddenly Paige gets up on the ring and distracts the referee, as C-Rock yells I quit. The referee, who's distracted doesn't realise it. Jeff Christianson drops the hold and pulls C-Rock over towards Paige, who drops off the ring apron. Jeff Christianson now applies a figure four, and grabs the middle rope for pressure. The referee can't believe Jeff Christianson's bending the rules like this.)

FJ: "That's taking the page out of another wrestling legend's book. You know what the best part about this is?"

HS: "Frank, I'm almost afraid to ask."

FJ: "It's LEGAL!"

(Jeff finally let's go of the ropes, only for Paige to now grab his hands and pull, giving even more leverage than before. Jeff Christianson finally releases the hold. He's quickly back to his feet, to continue capitalizing on his opponent, pulling his opponent with him. C-Rock throws what looks to be one last ditch punch, but Jeff Christianson ducks under it and German Suplex's C-Rock nearly out of the RING! He holds in and rolls over, sending both men to the apron. Jeff then throws him with a German suplex off the apron onto the Spanish announce table. Jeff Christianson, without looking where his opponent landed, jumps onto the middle rope and then springboards himself on top of C-Rock. The Spanish announce table gives a little, but doesn't break.)

FJ: "Those are the new reinforced Spanish announce tables, to make sure our Spanish fans at least make it to the Main Event tonight."

(Jeff Christianson now picks up C-Rock and throws him off the announce table to the floor. Jeff Christianson now takes the time to jump off the announce table landing a knee across the nose of C-Rock. We hear what we think is C-Rock's nose breaking. The crowd begins chanting HOLY SHIT!)

HS: "OH MY GOD!"

FJ: "YES!"

HS: "HE JUST BROKE C-ROCK'S NOSE!"

FJ: "YES!"

(Jeff Christianson now is back on his feet, bring C-Rock back up. He rolls C-Rock into the ring, and then rolls into the ring himself. He quickly picks C-Rock but and hits the Pedigree/Regulator on C-Rock. He applies Hard to Hold on C-Rock.)

HS: "Jeff Christianson just hit C-Rock's own move on him. That's the ultimate show of disrespect."

FJ: "Followed up by one of his great submissions, applying more pressure to that already weakended leg and back area of C-Rock."

(After about three minutes in the hold, Jeff Christianson breaks the hold. Paige, who carried a purse to ringside, now throws some brass knuckles into the ring. Jeff Christianson puts them on, and picks C-Rock up. He puts C-Rock in a headlock, and begins punching him in the head with the brass knuckles. He does it five times, and C-Rock falls lifelessly to the mat. Jeff Christianson now drags C-Rock to the corner. He now shouts, this is for low, and applies the Low Profile around the ring post. After about thirty seconds into the move, we see the referee sneak up behind Jeff Christianson and hear C-Rock scream I QUIT! into the mic. We hear the bell ring, but Jeff Christianson doesn't relinquish the hold.)

HS: "Jeff Christianson's won the match. Please tell him to stop Frank. Someone DO SOMETHING DAMNIT!"

FJ: "He's just having a little extra fun. This is dedicated to Low."

(The referee now continues to have the ring announcer to ring the bell. Jeff Christianson continues to pull back on the hold further injuring C-Rock. The referee now says something into the mic.)

Referee: "If you don't release this hold by the count of five, I will reverse my decision."

(Jeff Christianson now has a look of surprise on his face. He then yells you can't do that. The referee counts. One... Jeff is still pulling back on the hold. Two... Jeff continues to pull back. Three... Jeff does the smae as one and two. Four... Jeff still pulls back. Before the referee can say five, Jeff Christianson lets go of the hold, and then snatches the mic from the referee and begins to speak.)

DW: "Low, you can thank yourself for the end of Silent C's career. I'm sure he'll appreciate you awakening this side of me that the AWA's never seen!"

(We now hear the crowd boo as Jeff Christianson continues to speak.)

DW: "Low, I'm coming for your World title. Last week, I was so close, I could take it. I'd love for you to retain the title, so we can go one on one for that title at Last Man Standing. That is, of course, if you can make it there."

(We now hear "Respect My Game" by Master P blare over the PA and Jeff Christianson and Paige make their way up aisle as people begin throwing things at them. We then cut to a commercial for the new AWA DVD "Swimming Ahead - The Story Of The Fish", soon to be released, before going back into the arena. "Hail To The Chief" begins to play and AWA President Travis Gray makes his way onto the ramp to a mixed reaction. He pulls a microphone out of his pocket and begins to speak.)

GRAY: "Ladies and gentlemen, I am sorry to inform you that the AWA Cruiserweight Champion The Fish has not arrived at the arena yet, and it is doubtful he will appear here tonight."

(The fans boo LOUDLY.)

FJ: "Awwww, too bad, no jumpy jumpy wrestling tonight."

HS: "Shut up, Frank."

GRAY: "The Fish has had some transportation problems coming from a title defense in Bellevue, Canada, and while there is still a chance he is going to make it to the show tonight, I doubt that will be the case. So therefore, the match between Orlando Ortega and The Fish will have to be rescheduled to a later date. Any of you who think that without this match they didn't get their money's worth, you can send a copy of your tickets to the AWA offices in New York and will get a refund for tonight's show, provided The Fish doesn't show up here tonight. The people watching at home through pay-per-view, contact your pay-per-view provider for more details."

(There is a mix of boos and applause for this announcement.)

HS: "Well, at least the AWA shows what a classy promotion it is."

GRAY: "Anyway, ladies and gentlemen, enjoy the rest of the show!"

(President Gray walks to the back to a mixed reaction, as we go to a commercial for the AWA's next pay-per-view extravaganza, Last Man Standing 2005 on October 30th, 2005.)

HS: "Ladies and gentlemen, after what has already been a stellar Overpower, we're about ready to bring you even more great action. Earlier tonight, we saw Brian and John Williams defeat Janus and Cynder to advance to the tag team tournament finals…"

FJ: "Where they will meet up with the best in the business, right now, Damage Inc."

HS: "I'm not so sure about that, but I do know that Damage Inc, the tag team champions, have been on a tear since their inception, and my go down as one of the most dominant tag teams ever, whether you agree with their tactics or not. A win here tonight, against the practically unstoppable Williams brothers, would definitely be an impressive milestone on their way to greatness."

FJ: "On the other hand, the Williams are certainly no strangers to tag success. They're former tag champions themselves."

HS: "That is something we can agree on. And I'm sure we can agree on this as well: no matter what happens, this one will definitely be a great match."

FJ: "And you have to give DI the edge, simply because the Williams have already competed tonight, and they're the fresher team."

HS: "But the Williams brothers seemingly out classed the Carnival, completely picking apart Janus, despite Cynder's best efforts. They worked Janus over nearly the entire match and ended up advancing. I wonder if they're try that same strategy tonight, isolating either NHL or Stevens here, and slowly picking them apart."

FJ: "Damage Inc are the tag champions, and I doubt they'll be beaten that easily. But anytime you have Brian Williams on the opposite side of the ring, anything can happen."

(Suddenly, the lights go out and the ominous opening chords of ‘Harvester of Sorrows' begin to build, a single deep blue light falls on the ramp way. Smoke billows from the entrance creating an ominous haze, from within the haze we see the seven foot monster's silhouette as he pauses. The dense mist follows Williams all the way to the ring until he steps over the top rope and awaits his opponent, not bothering to stretch or even acknowledge the booing crowd.)

HS: "Brian Williams was inducted into the AWA hall of fame last month and is undefeated since his recent return to the AWA."

FJ: "That's one man I would not want to be in an AWA ring with at any time."

HS: "I agree, and quite frankly, it's mind boggling how he and his brother can coincide together in the same ring. Perhaps Damage Inc will finally be the team able to capitalize on their… "indifferences" towards one another. No one has of yet."

FJ: "In fact, its been their opponents who seemed to have imploded on one another… both Fish and Orlando Ortega and Quade deSade and Xander Crew are competing against one another, respectively."

HS: "Because of their strange cohesiveness, several people in the AWA, including fans, have questioned John Williams' loyalty, but he has repeatedly stated he's only working with his brother to gain the tag titles, nothing else."

(Most of the crowd hits their feet as ‘Open Your Eyes', by Alterbridge, hits the P.A. Eventually, the six foot seven inch John Williams emerges from the back, looking pumped up. He makes his way to the ring, drawing in the fans' cheers, and then slides into the ring, where he locks eyes with his brother. Brian makes no motion towards him, only moving his cold eyes. John nods at his brother, before taking his corner and stretching.)

HS: "Can these two coexist one more time, or will Damage Inc once again prove to be the most dominant tag team in AWA today."

FJ: "You know, its really weird to think of Brian Williams as the underdog, but in this match, I really can't see any other way around it."

HS: "The Williams brother's do have the grave disadvantage of already having to had compete earlier tonight against the Carnival team, Janus and Cynder."

FJ: "Then again, since the beginning of this tournament, the Williams brothers were the strong favorites. It's going to be a good one, that's for sure."

(The lights go dim and then we hear the small progression of chords begin at the beginning of Metallica's "Damage, Inc." Green and white lights begin to strobe as Nathaniel Henry Lee and Brian Stevens emerge from the back with the AWA Tag Team Championship belts around their waists. Sarah Hawthorne, who has her husband's AWA United States Championship on her right shoulder and Kelly "Gunns" Lynch follow close behind as NHL and Stevens stand on the ramp.)

HS: "And here come the AWA Tag Team Champions!"

FJ: "And behind them is the devilish Kelly Lynch, AWA.com's editor in chief!"

(The two determined superstars stand on top of the stage and look around at the crowd. NHL spits a mouthful of water out of his mouth, spraying it across the stage as he looks at the crowd members. Brian Stevens looks around the crowd, ignoring the jeers and taunts from the fans. The two begin to make their way towards the ring with Sarah and Kelly following close behind. Brian Stevens slides into the ring and starts beating his chest cockily center ring, rotating both arms until he throws both arms open and lets the fans bask in his glory. NHL pulls himself onto the ring apron and he takes his United States title from his wife. NHL climbs to the second turnbuckle and raises his arms in the air along with the AWA Tag Team Championship and the AWA United States Championship, soaking in the crowd's hatred. Brian Stevens climbs the adjacent turnbuckle and jaws at the fans while pointing the AWA Tag Team Championship around his waist. Brian takes the title off and drapes it on his left shoulder as he drops off the turnbuckle. NHL puts the US Title on his right shoulder and the Tag Team Title on his left shoulder. Both men wait in the corner for the bell as the Williams brothers look on, never relenting eye contact.)

HS: "Both these teams seem to be focused for this match. Just look at the stare-down they are giving each other!"

FJ: "Well, that stare down can only last so long. Eventually the bell has to ring."

(The bell rings and both teams discuss who is going to go in first with each other. Stevens steps in for Bad Blood as NHL steps through the ropes onto the apron. Brian starts off for the Williams brothers. The two circle around in the middle of the ring, neither going for a fast paced start. Stevens is the first to attack as he starts sending stiff punches at Brian. Brian puts up his arms and blocks most of them, not backing away. Suddenly, Brian grabs Stevens' outstretched right arm as it comes in for a punch and short-arm clotheslines the smaller man to the ground. The Sensation holds the back of his head as it seems to be in pain from the sheer force of Brian's clothesline. The larger Williams brother quickly steps over Stevens and grabs him with both hands by the throat. He then shows an amazing display of strength as he lifts him from the ground to above his head, holding in the choke. Stevens' legs flail around as he struggles to get out of the choke. The ref quickly starts his five count, getting to four before Brian suddenly turns Stevens around in mid-air as if he was a wooden board. Stevens drops to his feet and Brian quickly locks in a Full Nelson hold, then performs a Full Nelson Slam on his opponent.)

HS: "What an amazing strength combo by Brian Williams! He was tossing Stevens around as if he was nothing!"

FJ: "He has the strength advantage in this match, that's for sure!"

(Brian wastes no time as he drags the downed Stevens over to his corner and tags in his brother. John quickly gets Stevens up to his feet and kicks him in the gut, setting him up for a powerbomb. John lifts Stevens up, but before he can drop him to the mat Stevens starts punching him in the head. He then suddenly shifts his weight, dropping down and nailing John with a huge DDT. John is temporarily out, which allows Stevens to slowly get up to his feet and dash over to his corner. He tags NHL in, but John does the same with his brother. Brian dashes towards the already running NHL, going for a shoulderblock, but NHL dodges to the side and gets a drop toe hold on his opponent. Brian drops face first into the canvas, but shows no signs of pain as he gets up to one knee quickly.)

SUMMARY: ****After some more back and forth, mostly between Stevens and both Williams brothers, Brian hits the Struggle Within on NHL and gets the pin and the Tag Team title for his team.

HS: "Ladies and gentlemen, four weeks ago at AWA Classic, The Legendary Low defeated Whisper in a great match to end a great show and to win the AWA World Heavyweight title for the eighth time. Since then he has defended it every week against Nathaniel Henry Lee, Brian Stevens and Jeff Christianson. Andreas Lasiewicz and Whisper, meanwhile, engaged in an argument over who is the rightful number one contender. A singles match between them couldn't answer that question, so tonight we will see a Triple Threat Match for the title."

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

COME N' PLACE YA BETS!!

"Welcome to the Jungle" suddenly thunders from the P.A system. The Gambit steps out from behind the curtain, a traditional cigarette in his mouth as he stalks his way down to the ring, and he cracks a cheeky grin at the hideous reaction from the crowd. He circles the ring, rolls in and stands on the turnbuckle surveying the fans with a Cheshire Cat grin. He hops off and stops for a minute receiving the reaction of all the fans. He then walks slowly over to the top rope before perching himself on the top rope raising his right arm in the air as the crowd boos and screams.)

HS: "Andreas Lasiewicz is a former AWA TV Champion, the first-ever AWA No Limit Champion and the third longest reigning AWA Unit-"

FJ: "POLISH Heavyweight Champion!"

HS: "Whatever, Frank. The point is, he lost that title to Nathaniel Henry Lee a few weeks ago, but he also holds a pinfall win over Low. Tonight he gets his first chance to win the AWA World title."

(The entrance way begins filling with smoke. The screen lights up with static. The lights drop to blue and a drum beat starts with various other instruments. Finger Eleven's "The Last Scene of Struggling" is the song. As the lyrics starts, images start appearing on the screen, replacing the static... the words are quick... The images are of various destructions... pictures of war... nazi marches... 9/11 pictorials... people crying... burned... dying...)

The static grows...

And kills the message...

Unclear as the wind blows...

Thin whispers through all the wreckage...

You said you planned to fail...

Looking so safe but sorry...

So be sure to bang the nail...

And seal the exit out!

(There is a scream in the background of the song echoing "out". The images on the screen are cycling faster and faster.)

Feel the way...

(Another scream, this one with a blast of wind from backstage, blowing the smoke outward. On that same gust of wind comes Whisper. The image on the screen is the classic image of the atomic bomb exploding. It flashes the word "Whisper".)

Through your Revelation...

(Whisper walks out of the smoke with a purposed-filled stride. Halfway down the ramp, he drops the trenchcoat off his back. He reaches the apron and climbs to the outside of the ropes. He pauses to look around at the arena, then climbs in.)

HS: "Whisper has had a great comeback this year, being in contention for the top three singles titles. He won the King Of The Kage tournament, beating BOTH Lasiewicz and Low, and then finally Schizm to win the World title. At Classic, however, he lost the title to Low."

FJ: "Well, not within the 60 minutes, so Low didn't really beat him."

HS: "Whisper tapped out to Low and that's all that matters, Frank."

("Drink New Blood" begins to play and the crowd begins to cheer, although there are very audible boos as well. Multi-colored strobe lights flicker throughout the arena as Low steps out from the back, the World title belt around his waist.)

FJ: "Well, Low didn't endear himself to many Minnesotans with his jokes a few weeks back."

HS: "That's true, but I'm sure he can live with that fact. As of today, Low has held a Championship in the AWA for 702 days after winning his first title, the AWA Cruiserweight title, on October 11th, 2000. This is the 17th time Low enters a pay-per-view as the defending Champion and he holds successful title defenses over men such as Ray Owens, Dave Santini, Steven Caldera, Mortis Valley, Snakebite, Adam Bawm and The Fish."

FJ: "We get it, Herb, we get it."

(Low finally enters the ring and proudly displays the AWA World title belt before handing it to the referee. The three men circle the ring as the fans are all on their feet in eager anticipation. Each man eyes one another, waiting to see who will strike first. The crowd gives a roar as all three men dart towards the center simultaneously. Lasiewicz and Low charge, but Whisper feigns attacking, and then backs into the ropes. As Low and Lassie are locked up, they turn to see a charging Whisper, aiming a double clothesline. But both men duck, somewhat pulling each other down, albeit unintentional, and Whisper continues on into the ropes. Low and Lasiewicz, still with their arms locked, come up and slam Whisper hard to the mat with a double team clothesline. The crowd pops at this as the duo nod their heads in respect to each other.)

HS: "Oh! Did you hear the sound of that impact?"

FJ: "What?"

HS: "I said, did you hear the sound…"

FJ: "I know what you said, I'm not deaf. Of course I heard it!"

(The mutualism only lasts a moment, though, as Lasiewicz pulls Low back towards him and unloads with a swift kick to his gut. Lasiewicz grabs Low around the head and tries for a DDT, but the Champion will have none of it, and scoops Andreas' legs out from beneath him. With Lasiewicz's back to the mat, Low then steps through one of Lassie's legs.)

HS: "Low is going for the infamous Low Profile! He's trying to end it early!"

FJ: "This could be the shortest World Title match in AWA history!"

HS: "Low said he was going to come out of the gate strong tonight, and that's what he's doing!"

(Low's attempt to catch Lasiewicz off guard is foiled, though, when the Poland native uses his free leg to kick Low off of him. Low staggers back, turning back into the waiting Whisper, who was about to break up the submission either way. Whisper quickly fells Low with a fluid drop toe hold, but the World Champion rolls through the moves and goes steaming to the ropes. Low comes off the ropes with a lariat, but Whisper hooks Low's arm to block. Whisper uses Low's momentum, and his agility, to roll up with the hook and then locks his legs around Low's head, dropping him with a hurricanrana. The crowd gives the heel a pop for the exciting move.)

FJ: "Whoa! I didn't know this was a cruiserweight match!"

HS: "Impressive counter from Whisper there. But he'd better watch…"

(As soon as Whisper climbs to his feet, he is dropped by a running clothesline from Andreas Lasiewicz.)

HS: "… out."

(The momentum from the hurricanrana sends Low out of the ring through the bottom rope, where he lands on his feet to the floor. He quickly hops back up onto the apron, but pauses to regain his senses and to see what happens with Whisper and Andreas. Lassie pulls Whisper off the mat and whips him into the ropes. On the rebound, Lassie meets Whisper with an arm around the head, stopping Whisper's momentum with a standing sleeper. Whisper blocks the submission, though, and gets his hand between Lassie's arm and his throat. Whisper is quick to counter with a snap mare, chained into a hammerlock, which he uses to pull Lassie to his feet with. Lassie backs up, turning his body to the side to somewhat lessen the tension, and backs Whisper in the corner. But Whisper kicks off the turnbuckle and floats over Lasiewicz, grabbing his head for a DDT.)

HS: "Here comes a big DDT from Whisper!"

FJ: "Crunch."

(That's the noise that Lasiewicz's skull makes from meeting the mat with force. Whisper quickly rolls up Lasiewicz with a pin.)

HS: "A pin… it could be over early."

(ONE… TWO…)

FJ: "Oh, and Low breaks the count with a stomp into the small of Whisper's back."

HS: "Can't knock Whisper for trying."

FJ: "Low sure did."

(Low pulls Whisper up by the bottom of his chin, and as soon as his opponent is up, Low pulls his arm up, opening Whisper's chest for a vicious knife edge chop. Wooo! Low follows with another; Wooo! And then another; Wooo! Low uses the chops to back Whisper into the ropes, where he then pushes him back, getting some recoil for the Irish whip that sends Whisper to the opposite side. Low charges at him, and just as both men hit center ring, the World Champ leaps into the air, tackling Whisper, and mounting him, where he barrages him with several rights and lefts.)

HS: "Low is simply beating down Whisper right now."

FJ: "Whisper has his guard up, but he simply can't block them all."

(Whisper isn't able to break the punches, but Andreas is, as he kicks Low hard in the ribs, sending a loud SMACK through the Target Center. Low slumps off of Whisper, who himself rolls backward. Low climbs to his feet, but is met with a huge knee to his chest for his efforts, before he can get make vertical base. Lasiewicz guides Low up to his feet and then unloads with a huge slap right across Low's face.)

HS: "What a show of disrespect from Andreas Lasiewicz."

FJ: "I don't think Low is going to take that."

(Showing the prophetic nature of Frank Jackson, Low pulls his hand up, nonchalantly rubbing his cheek, and the crowd cheers as he rears back and slaps Lasiewicz even harder. They instantly begin trading rights, both exchanging furious blows. Low quickly gains the upper hand, and starts nailing forearms and rights to Lassie's head. Low then rears back for a huge haymaker, drawing a pop from the crowd, but before he can nail it, Whisper comes charging out the corner of his eye.)

HS: "That's the best part about three-ways…"

FJ: "What?"

HS: "You never know what's going to happen at any time…"

FJ: "Just like that double shoulder block from Whisper, taking out both men!"

HS: "What an intelligent move from Whisper."

(Sure enough, Whisper managed to take down both dueling opponents by diving right at their knees. Whisper climbs to his feet, somewhat pumped though barely showing it, and targets his next victim. It's Andreas, and he begins stomping Andreas in the ribs. This rolls Lasiewicz to the side and subsequently from the ring, where Whisper then turns towards his nemesis Low.)

HS: "Whisper's using strategy here, by eliminating one of his opponents, he frees up any distractions."

FJ: "Yes, but did he pick the right one? I wouldn't want to be going one on one with Low if I were Whisper."

(Whisper isn't Frank, though, and he pulls the already kneeling Low up to his feet. It seems it was a trap, though, as Low unloads with a huge elbow to Whisper's solar plexus, forcing the breath from him. Low then lunges off the mat with a clothesline, but Whisper manages to duck. Whisper rolls around behind Low and locks his arms around his waist. Before Whisper can execute any move, Low nails him square in the temple with an elbow, staggering him. Low quickly flips Whisper over with a snap mare, planting Whisper on his bottom in a seated position. Low wastes little time hitting the ropes and coming off with a huge kick square into Whisper's back, which echoes through the arena.)

FJ: "Oh… did you hear that shot?"

HS: "Of course I did, and I think it's clear that Low's strategy coming in is to work on Whisper's back, setting him up for any one of Low's renowned submission holds."

FJ: "I wonder what his plan for Andreas is?"

(The answer to that doesn't come anytime soon, because as Low hits the ropes for a second time, trying for another kick, Lassie is waiting on the floor and scoops Low's legs out from beneath him on the rebound, causing him to fall flat on his face. Lasiewicz rolls into the ring, where he pulls Low up to his feet. Lassie avoids any type of counter by nailing forearms to the side of Low's head as he pulls him up. With both men to a vertical base, Lassie whips Low into the opposite side of the ring. Before Low makes it to the ropes, Whisper is there waiting with a drop toe hold. Whisper kip ups to his feet, catching a charging Lasiewicz off guard.)

HS: "Oh, and after that hard clothesline from Whisper, he's in the driver's seat now."

FJ: "This match has changed driver's so many times already, Herb, and it hasn't been more than five minutes yet."

HS: "That's what happens when you put three solid competitors in a ring together, all going after the most coveted prize in the American Wrestling Alliance."

FJ: "Coming in, I thought Whisper and Andreas would work together a bit, trying to de-crown Low, but clearly, that hasn't been the case at all."

HS: "Well, this is a triple threat match, and really, anything goes. I'm more surprised that the match has been so clean to this point, especially with Whisper and Andreas Lasiewicz so desperate for the World Title."

(Whisper quickly goes over to Low and lifts him up. Whisper scoops Low up and then drops him, throat first, across the ropes. Whisper then tosses Low by the back of his head, over the ropes and out of the ring. Whisper turns towards Andreas, who is staggering up to his feet, and charges at him. Andreas, though, stops Whisper in his tracks with a kick to the gut and follows up with a quick DDT.)

HS: "Another cover…"

FJ: "Oh, and Whisper kicks out before two."

(Lassie climbs to his feet, pulling Whisper with him, and then pushes Whisper back into the corner. After a staggering forearm, he whips Whisper towards the corner. But the former World Champion counters, and follows Andreas into the corner after he whips him. As soon as Lassie's back hits the turnbuckle, Whisper kicks one leg onto the first rope, and then leaps, smacking his shin right into the side or Andreas's skull with a make shift enzigure.)

HS: "Oh… Whisper just knocked Andreas Lasiewicz out cold!"

FJ: "My head is hurting after that one."

(Lassie takes a step forward, from the move, swinging blindly from the turnbuckle, and connecting with air. He then stops, about three steps out, and his eyes roll up into his head. Lassie falls sideways to the mat, perpendicular to the turnbuckle, where Whisper is already climbing to the top. Whisper doesn't care about the pop he gets from the crowd, before turning his back to the ring and then leaping backwards with a very high moonsault. He lands right across Andreas' chest, rocks backward a bit, and then falls back across Andreas, where the referee is waiting with a pin.)

HS: "WHAT A MOONSAULT! Did you see the elevation on that move?"

FJ: "Yes I did. And right now I'm seeing a pin!"

ONE!

TWO!

THRE…

HS: "No! Once again, Low breaks up the count in the nick of time to protect his title!"

FJ: "That was very close, Herb. But let's take a look at the moonsault one more time."

(A split screen is shown of the moonsault and of Low pulling Whisper to his feet. The moonsault gets an even bigger reaction the second time, as now the entire arena can clearly see the forceful impact. Low staggers Whisper back with a huge lariat, but doesn't fell him. He then whips Whisper into the ropes, but on the rebound, Whisper leap frogs him. Whisper continue on into the ropes, but is forced to skip over Low as the World Champion drops to the mat. Low then hops to his feet to meet Whisper from his third trip to the ropes, catching him instantly with a belly to belly suplex. Low rolls up to his feet quickly, pumped up, and getting a strong reaction from the crowd.)

HS: "And now Low is large and in charge! How quickly the tide of this match has changed."

FJ: "Are you going to say something like that every time?"

HS: "That's the beauty of a triple threat match, Frank, anything can happen."

(Low wastes little time going on the offensive, dropping with a rolling knee across Whisper's back and following up with an elbow drop. Whisper clutches at his back, but only for a moment, as Low knocks his arm away and then mounts Whisper. Low quickly locks in a full Nelson on Whisper, and then pulls his right arm across Whisper's throat for a Camel Clutch.)

HS: "Whisper's in all kinds of trouble now. Low has that Sugar Hold locked in tightly."

FJ: "Doesn't seem very sweet to me."

(Whisper groans in pain as Low painfully weakens his back. Again, it takes Andreas Lasiewicz to break the move, catching Low in the back of the head with a boot. Whisper instantly rolls out of the ring, once free, dropping off the apron, still clutching his back. Inside the ring, Andreas is violently stomping Low in the back of the head as he tries to escape. Andreas finally relents, but goes to work on Low's legs instead, pulling Low's right leg up by his calf, while stepping down into the back of his knee, causing much duress. After a few moments of this, Lasiewicz steps off and then pulls Low's leg up before slamming his knee hard into the mat.)

FJ: "Andreas is working over Low's leg now, weakening him for his Four Card Trick. It seems every man came well prepared tonight."

HS: "With the World Title on the line, I'm sure that's more than understated."

(Still holding on to Low's calf with both hands, Lassie then drops to the mat, locking in a leg lock practically on his way down. Low groans in pain from the move, struggling towards the ropes. He isn't able to pull himself very far though, as Lassie locks the move in tighter.)

HS: "Low isn't able to escape. He may not have any choice but to tap out to this leg lock!"

FJ: "No way."

HS: "Let's see if Low can pull something out here."

(The fans try to rally behind Low, and it seems to work, because he suddenly grits his teeth, struggles through the pain, and rolls over, shoving Andreas off of him with a foot to his chest. Lassie stumbles backward into the ropes and bounces off of them, where Low lifts him up and slams him down hard with a resounding spine buster. Low lays on the mat, grabbing at his injured leg, while Andreas lays out.)

HS: "What a counter from Low! Both men are down."

FJ: "See, I told you. Low always finds a way."

(Eventually, both men slowly stagger up to their feet. They eye one another and charge, Low limping a bit. Andreas aims a clothesline at the World Champion, but Low grabs Lassie's arm and drops pulls him down by his shoulder to the mat, locking in a cross face.)

HS: "OH! Low is trying to finish this now! Andreas Lasiewicz might be at an All-Time Low!"

FJ: "But Lassie isn't going easy."

(Andreas immediately struggles towards the ropes, grabbing them quickly and pulling himself free. Low rolls up to his feet, now stalking Andreas Lasiewicz. Lassie pulls himself up by the ropes and Low charges at him. Andreas ducks and tosses Low up and over the ropes with a back body drop, but Low grabs the ropes and hangs there. Andreas stumbles to the center of the ring, trying to regain his composure, and doesn't see Low skin the cat. When Andreas is content to turn around, Low is standing there, and kicks him square in the gut. Low locks his arms around Andreas' head positioned on his shoulder.)

HS: "Here comes the Low Stunner!"

FJ: "No! Andreas shoves him off."

(Low goes charging into the ropes, and on the rebound, Andreas unleashes a huge super kick to his face. Low, dodges it though, and grabs Lassie's leg and pulls him down onto his back. He then steps through Andreas' leg and goes for a sharpshooter.)

HS: "WHAT A COUNTER! Low just countered the Peace Maker with the Low Profile! I can't believe it!"

FJ: "Andreas is going to tap! He has nowhere to go!"

(Not ten seconds into the move, Low suddenly releases the hold.)

HS: "What the?"

(We now see that Whisper has entered the ring with a chair. He was going to nail Low in the head with it, but since Low released the hold and charged him, he lunges it towards Low's gut.)

HS: "Whisper has a chair!"

FJ: "And it's perfectly legal!"

HS: "Yes, but is it necessary? A cowardly move from Whisper."

(However, Low grabs the chair before it can hit him, and he jerks it out of Whisper's arms, while shoving Whisper to the mat with it. Low rears the chair back, timing it with Whisper's stance. He lunges forward, but nothing happens. Low turns around to see the referee grabbing the chair, not wanting the wrestler's to resort to such violence. The crowd groans at this, and then begin booing loudly when Whisper sneaks up behind Low and nails Low between the legs with an uppercut.)

HS: "LOW BLOW! LOW BLOW!"

FJ: "Whisper just gave a new meaning to the word Low Standard!"

HS: "What a cheap shot… right in front of the referee."

FJ: "It's lega… and Whisper with a cradle!"

HS: "Whisper's going to steal one here!"

(The crowd is stunned as the referee counts…

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

The fans sigh in relief as they realize Low just barely kicked out in time.)

HS: "Low just barely escapes there, but the damage is done."

FJ: "Man that was a fraction of a millisecond!"

(The replay shows that Low did indeed kick out at the last moment as Whisper goes back to work on Low. Whisper jumps in the air and lands a knee drop across Low's. On his feet, he follows up with several stomps to Low's knee, the same leg that Andreas was focusing on earlier. Whisper pulls Low up and, after a kick to Low's knee, whips him into the turnbuckle. The run causes Low more pain, and it doesn't help that, as he clutches his knee in the corner, Whisper lunges at him, nailing him square in the knee with a shoulder block. Low practically yelps in pain as he slumps down into the corner. Whisper wastes little time, pulling Low by his leg and wrapping his knee over the ropes. Whisper then steps through the ropes with one leg, wrapping it around Low's leg, before pulling up on the bottom rope, applying an interesting submission against Low.)

HS: "Whisper is relentlessly working on Low's leg here. That seems to be the trend tonight, working over a body part. All these men are so desperate to win tonight."

FJ: "Whisper's doing a rather effective job here."

(The referee badgers Whisper to release the normally illegal move, and eventually, he does on his own accord. Whisper then pulls Low by his leg to the center of the ring, and, after cursing in German at Low, and drawing boos from the crowd, he locks in a standing knee wrench. Low grits his teeth in immense pain, struggling to free his leg. Low kicks his free leg out, trying to escape, but he only delays the inevitable. It seems, though, that he delayed it long enough, because suddenly, Whisper's eyes roll up in the back of his head, and he falls out. Andreas Lasiewicz now stands over Low, taunting him with his own World Title.)

HS: "What a shot Whisper just took! Andreas Lasiewicz nailed him in the back of the head with the belt. What a cowardly move! But, as I've said before, in triple threats…"

FJ: "We know, we know… anything can happen!"

(Andreas Lasiewicz proceeds to steal Whisper's thunder by quickly locking in his elevated figure four on Low, who struggles for a few moments, unsuccessfully.)

HS: "FOUR CARD TRICK! Andreas Lasiewicz is going to win!"

FJ: "Low is fighting him! I don't think he has enough though!"

HS: "Andreas only locks the move in tighter every time Low struggles!"

FJ: "Low is going to tap! The ropes can't save him here!"

(Low, in extreme pain, leans back to the mat…

ONE!

TWO!

(Low lunges forward in pain to break the pin. Low struggles mightily to turn the move over, but with Lasiewicz raised up, it proves near impossible. Low, on instinct, tries to claw his way to the ropes, stopping from exhaustion after a few feet.)

ONE!

TWO!

TH…

(Low lays on the mat a bit longer this time, as he begins to fade from the pain. Low leans forward, holding himself up by propping his arm beneath him, trying to just withstand the pain, and gain some leverage to turn the move.)

HS: "Low's only hope now is if he can somehow turn this move over. But one can only imagine what amounts of torture he is suffering right now. If Low doesn't tap soon, Andreas may very well break Low's leg!"

FJ: "Low would sooner pass out than tap out I believe!"

(Veins protrude from Low's neck, his face grows bright red and his eyes glaze over as he tries with everything he has to escape. But, it seems, victory is inevitable for Andreas Lasiewicz, and he knows it, as do the fans. Again, Low collapses.)

ONE!

TWO!

THRE…

(Low lunges forward screaming ‘No' which gains a pop from the fans. But it's fruitless, because Low again drops to the mat. He leans forward, avoiding a count, and once more props himself up, screaming in agony as a smile overcomes Andreas' face.)

HS: "Whisper is staggering to his feet now! Low has to hold out, because Whisper can break the submission. That might be Low's only hope at this point!"

FJ: "Listen to the fans… they're getting behind Whisper!"

HS: "I doubt he cares."

ONE!

TWO!

(Low again lunges forward, but with more effort than ever, as he barely can sit up. He props his arm beneath him once more, and it begins shaking violently, about to give out. Meanwhile, Whisper is to his feet, and sees Andreas about to make Low tap. He doesn't, though, immediately break the count.)

HS: "What is Whisper doing? Andreas might just win the match here!"

FJ: "He's looking for payback!"

(Sure enough, Whisper picks up the World Title and then charges at Andreas, retaliating with a shot to the back of his head. Andreas groans and Low immediately struggles out of the move, heading towards the ropes to the outside. Whisper looks down at the out cold Andreas Lasiewicz, who is motionless. He then looks over at Low, nursing his wounds against the ropes. Whisper then looks back down at Andreas, then at Low. He decides to go after Low instead.)

HS: "What the hell is Whisper doing here? All he has to do is pin Andreas Lasiewicz and that World Title is his!"

FJ: "He wants to cause more pain to Low, perhaps some retribution from Classic as he promised!"

HS: "That's like a lion toying with a helpless mouse. Low gave everything he had just to keep from tapping out to the Four Card Trick. Andreas had that move locked in for over a minute! Now he's just open game to the cruel enterprises of Whisper!"

FJ: "Well, anything can happen in a triple threat match."

HS: "Oh, shut up Frank."

(Low sees Whisper coming and is content, and probably limited, to rolling out of the ring onto the floor. He hobbles on his injured leg, over to the barricade, where he collapses onto it. Whisper slowly stalks him, taking his time, enjoying watching Low struggle. Whisper eventually reaches Low, and then lifts him up, attempting to drop him sternum first across the steel barricade. Low, though, floats backward and avoids the move, landing behind Whisper. Low drops to the floor, locking his ankles' around Whisper's, causing him to fall forward with a drop toe hold. The fans cheers only last a moment though, because Whisper catches himself, avoiding impact. Low can barely struggle to his feet as Whisper hops up onto the barricade, balancing himself. As Low finally hits his feet, Whisper leaps off. But, Whisper falls flat on his chest, because apparently a drunken and ignorant fan grabbed his ankle. Security immediately mobs the man, as Whisper, in pain, climbs to his feet, groaning at his luck.)

HS: "I can't believe what I've just seen. That crazed fan just grabbed Whisper as he was going for a high risk move!"

FJ: "I hope he realizes his fifteen minutes of fame are worth spending the night in jail!"

HS: "Well, that's a risk each of these wrestlers take and are fully aware of when they get so close to the live crowd. You can never fully predict what is going to happen."

(Whisper goes to pick up Low, but Low grabs Whisper by the front of his white leather pants and pulls him down, where he meets the ring steps with his head and a CLANK!)

HS: "Just lick that! Whisper slammed face first right into the steel steps!"

FJ: "That had to have hurt."

(Before Low can continue any assault, though, Lassie clubs him in the back from behind. Low stumbles forward and Lasiewicz charges at him. Low turns around, only to be slammed back first right into the railing. Lasiewicz continues his assault by whipping Low into the steel steps. Low, though, counter whips with all his strength, and Lasiewicz goes crashing back first into them instead. Low's leg gives out, though, from too much exertion, and he falls to one knee.)

HS: "Low finally had some offense there, but his knee is just in too bad of shape right now. It finally gave out."

FJ: "And once again, Low is vulnerable."

(Andreas climbs to his feet and pulls Low up as well, before rolling him into the ring. Lassie slides into the ring, but is pulled right back out by his leg. Whisper lands a right onto Lasiewicz as he hits the floor, but Lassie answers back. The two begin trading rights, both with force. The larger Andreas eventually gains the upper hand, sending Whisper to the ground with a hard European Uppercut. Andreas pulls Whisper up, only to slam his face hard into the ring apron.)

HS: "Andreas Lasiewicz is getting vicious now. I think he can taste that world title!"

FJ: "Just when you think someone gains the advantage, it's all snatched away from them. Maybe Andreas can hold onto his slim lead for now."

HS: "After what we've seen so far, who knows what might happen."

(Andreas rolls into the ring to continue his assault on Low. But as soon as Andreas steps to his feet, Low is waiting him. Low has now gained his second wind, despite his injured leg. Low grabs the unsuspecting Andreas and lands a Northern Lights suplex. Low pops to his feet as the crowd erupts, as does a stunned Andreas. Lasiewicz tries in vain for a blind clothesline and gets a German suplex for his efforts. Low calls for his Low Stunner, feeling it now, hears the footsteps of Whisper behind him. Low narrowly avoids a clothesline, and then grapples with Low.)

HS: "It's so hard to get any kind of momentum in a triple threat match, because there is always that x-factor, that opponent waiting in the wings, to stop you."

FJ: "You have to be fully aware to be successful in these kind of matches… that or really lucky."

HS: "I think it's a little bit of both, Frank."

(Whisper counter-whips Low into the ropes, and on the rebound, Whisper lifts Low into the air and slams him down hard, falling with him, with a brawny spine buster. The impact sends Low sprawling, once again heading out off the apron.)

HS: "Killjoy! The deck is stacked in Whisper's favor now, as Andreas is still on the mat."

FJ: "Whisper has taken advantages like this all night. His head is really in the game. It may lead him to victory."

HS: "I don't think I can argue that. But with the World Title on the line, who knows who will leave Ovepower the World Champion!"

(Whisper pulls Andreas up and then whips him into the opposite ropes. However, Low is standing on the apron. Andreas glides through the middle ropes, catching Low by surprise with a dropkick to his thigh, aimed for his knees. The impact sends Low's legs out from beneath him, and subsequently, chest first onto the apron. Whisper waits patiently for Andreas to hit his feet, and as soon as he does, lifts Lasiewicz onto his shoulders, going for his Feedback DVD. Before he can nail the move, Lasiewicz floats down and Whisper turns around smack into a super kick.)

HS: "PEACE MAKER! This time, Andreas nails the move!"

FJ: "I can't believe it! That came out of nowhere! This match is over for sure."

(Andreas covers, hooking Whisper's leg as he does, and the fans count aloud.)

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

HS: "IT'S OVER! ANDREAS LASIEWICZ IS THE NEW WORLD CHAMPION!"

FJ: "Wait, no! The referee is saying two! He's saying Whisper kicked out at the last moment!"

HS: "Did Low break the count?"

FJ: "I don't think so… I think Whisper kicked out on his own!"

(Low didn't make it in time to break the count, but Whisper did in fact kick out on his own, as replay shows, just barely. Low, still on a weak leg, goes stomping away at Andreas. He pulls Lassie to his feet, but is met with an elbow to his gut. Lasiewicz tries to capitalize by whipping Low into the ropes, but on the rebound, Low aims his shoulder square into Lassie's sternum.)

FJ: "SPEAR!"

HS: "Low nailed Lassie with that spear. He didn't even see it coming. All of Minnesota is cheering now!"

FJ: "I can't believe the intensity of this match! Lassie had it won! I can't believe this!"

HS: "I'll say it once more anyway… ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN!"

(Low quickly goes for the corner, where the fans climb to their feet in anticipation. As he reaches the top, though, a barely revived Whisper is there to meet him. Whisper hops up onto the second rope, where they begin trading rights. Whisper staggers Low with a forearm and climbs up to the top with him. Whisper kicks Low in the stomach, and puts his head between his legs, pulling his arms behind him.)

HS: "EAVESDROP! EAVESDROP!"

FJ: "This match is about to be over!"

HS: "Wait a minute… OH MY GOD!"

(Herb is so dramatic over the fact that Low broke his arms free, and then suddenly lifted Whisper up by his legs and dumped him over the ropes, from the top turnbuckle, where he crashed hard to the floor below. Instantly, the fans cheer and begin a HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! chant as Low turns his attention back to Andreas, who is still laying on the mat from the crippling spear. Low aims and then leaps, flying with a frog splash as flash bulbs ignite. Lasiewicz doesn't move out of the way at the last moment, yet Low still ends up clutching his chest on the mat.)

HS: "HOLY COW! DID YOU SEE THAT?"

FJ: "No! What happened?"

HS: "Lassie just grabbed the title… watch the replay!"

(In the replay, from a different angle, we see Andreas grab the World Title laying next to him while Low was in mid-air. He holds it up to block as Low comes crashing down on him, smashing the title against both their chests. Both men lay curled up in the ring, clutching their chests in pain.)

HS: "That shot most certainly had to have broken a rib there! I can't believe it! Both men are down!"

FJ: "And Whisper still isn't moving on the outside. This match has turned into total carnage!"

HS: "All three of these men have put so much on the line tonight! All for that World Title. All for the opportunity to claim that they're the best in the business."

FJ: "How is this match going to end? Who is going to come out victorious?"

(Lasiewicz actually gets up before Low does, while Whisper is still on the outside.Low is still clutching his chest after being hit with the belt. Lasiewicz now grabs Low's legs, spins around and applies the Four Card Trick!)

HS: "Four Card Trick!"

FJ: "Is Low going to have to tap out?"

(The camera focuses on the painful look on Low's face and it appears he might be close to tapping out. Whisper is only slowly getting back to his feet on the outside.)

HS: "WHAT THE-?"

(Suddenly, Brian Williams enters the ring with a chair in his hands. He lifts the chair high into the air and breaks the Four Card trick by nailing Lasiewicz' shoulder.)

HS: "What is Brian Williams doing here?"

FJ: "I have no idea, but I like carnage, and the new AWA Tag Team Champion delivers just that."

(As Whisper looks on from the outside, Williams nails Lasiewicz, who is holding his shoulder, again, this time across the legs. Low is holding his legs as well. Williams is about to hit Lasiewicz for a third time, when suddenly the fans erupt into cheers as John Williams comes running down the ramp. He rolls into the ring and at the last second prevents his brother from hitting Lasiewicz again.)

FJ: "Booooo!"

HS: "Oh, at least he is saving our main event that is STILL going on!"

(Both Williams brothers now have a hand on the chair, with Brian coldly staring John down. With one swift movement, Brian pulls the chair out of John's hand, still just staring at him.)

HS: "The crowd is electric, is this finally going to be the showdown between the brothers?"

FJ: "And the new AWA Tag Team Champions!"

(Suddenly, Whisper sneaks into the ring and pushes Brian into John. In the process, the chair crashes into John's head and knocks him down. Brian was caught off guard and as he turns around, Whisper kicks him into the gut and hits the Eavesdrop.)

FJ: "Whisper just took out a former member of EUD Management!"

HS: "But Low is back up!"

(As Whisper turns around himself, he is met with a kick to the gut as well, followed by the Low Stunner! Low slowly crawls over to Whisper and drapes one arm over Whisper's chest. The referee counts 1..... 2..... But suddenly, Low puls his arm off of Whisper and begins screaming in pain, as Jeff Christinson has entered ring and applied an ankle lock on Low.)

HS: "Low's legs have already been weakened by the Four Card trick, and Christianson is using this to his full advantage."

(However, before Christianson is able to fully apply the Grapevine Anklelock, Low turns onto his back and pushes Christianson off and into the ropes. As Christianson bounces off, Low grabs him, pulls him down and applies the All-Time Low as the fans cheer him on. Christianson struggles to get out of the hold, but Low is able to keep it on. Suddenly, however, both Brian Stevens and Nathaniel Henry Lee of Damage Inc. enter the ring and start putting the boots to Low.)

HS: "What is this, an AWA locker room meeting? What business do they have coming out here?"

FJ: "Payback for their losses to Low."

HS: "And there are Lasiewicz and Whisper, trying to save THEIR match!"

(Indeed, Lasie and Whisper have gotten back up and are now showering Damage Inc. with lefts and rights and chops. Whisper then goes into the ropes and nails Stevens with a running calf kick, sending him out of the ring. Just a few seconds later, Lasiewicz nails NHL with a clothesline and sends him over the top rope, right next to NHL. As he turns around, he is met by Whisper's right fist. He then lifts Lasiewicz up and hits a half nelson facebuster onto the steel chair that he had unfolded as Lasiewicz was dealing with NHL. Whisper covers and the referee, in all the chaos, actually counts 1..... 2..... NO! Jeff Christianson breaks up the pin with a legdrop to Whisper's neck.)

HS: "This is total chaos, somebody has to restore order here."

(Christianson has now applied the Grapevine Anklelock on Lasiewicz, who is screaming in pain. As Brian Williams just stares at the scenery from the outside, his brother slides back into the ring and pulls Christianson off of Lasiewicz. The two start arguing and it is obvious that John wants to avoid a fight, as he talks about clearing the ring so the main event can be continued. However, Christianson suddenly slaps John, and as he turns to the right a little, Damage Inc. nail him with a pair of chairs.)

FJ: "Conchairto!"

(John immediately sinks to the mat again, only a few steps away from where his brother stands on the outside. Damage Inc. waist no time and start nailing John with their chairs. Low is trying to intervene, but Stevens nails him with the chair and sends him back down. Suddenly, the crowd EXPLODES as Orlando Ortega comes running down the aisle, also with a chair in his hands. He slides into the ring and nails NHL across the back. he then rams the chair into Stevens' stomach, but from behind comes Christianson and nails OOO with a low blow. OOO stands there, doubled over, and an angry Stevens knocks him to the mat with a stiff palm strike.)

FJ: "Good intentions, bad execution, haha!"

HS: "Funny, Herb, very funny."

(The trio of Christianson, NHL and Stevens now puts the boots to OOO, with everybody else down on the mat or on the floor, except for Brian Williams, who is just looking on. Damage Inc. and Christianson show no mercy for OOO, but suddenly the boos turn into even louder cheers as The Fish, the Cruiserweight title belt in his hands, comes running down the ramp!)

FJ: "Oh no!"

HS: "THE FISH IS HERE!"

(Fish slides into the ring and ducks Stevens' lariat attempt. Stevens spins around and Fish nails him with the belt. NHL charges, but Fish ducks and nails NHL with a Muay Thai kick to the head that knocks the US Champion down and out. Christianson come running at him, but Fish nails him with the title belt as well. As he turns around, Brian Williams is already waiting for him. Williams comes running and goes for the same running big boot that gave him a win over Fish a few weeks ago, but Fish ducks and as Williams turns around, Fish hits a Pele kick that staggers Williams back and against the ropes. He runs at Williams and nails him with a flying cyclone kick that sends the behemoth over the top rope and out of the ring. Suddenly, a hand comes into view and just pushes Fish's head.)

HS: "We've seen taht before."

(The hand belongs to Low and the two former arch rivals are now staring at each other. it appears that they are about to come to blows, but OOO steps and tries to calm them down, but Fish and OOO suddenly start yelling at each other as well. Damage Inc. and Jeff Christianson are slowly getting back up, while Brian Williams looks on from the outside. John Williams sits in a corner, holding his head, which has been busted open by the conchairto. Whisper and Lasiewicz are back up as well.)

VOICE: "STOP! STOP! STOP! RING THE BELL! RING THE beepING BELL!"

(The crowd boos and cheers at once as President Gray comes down the ramp. He drops his sports coat on his way down and looks very angry, as the referee calls for the bell.)

GRAY: "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE? WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU CAN COME OUT HERE AND DESTROY THE ADVERTISED MAIN EVENT, HUH?"

(As Gray gets to ringside, he looks right at Brian Williams.)

GRAY: "YEAH, YOU TOO, YOU STARTED IT ALL!"

(Gray now rolls into the ring and steps right in the middle of Low, Fish and OOO. He then points at everybody but Low, Whisper and Lasiewicz.)

GRAY: "You, you, you, you, you, you and you... GET OUT OF HERE! All of you will be forced to pay a heavy fine of $25.000 and we will donate that amount of $175.000 to the recent hurricane victims. I don't care why you've come out here, you disrupted the main event and you will be fined for it. All of you. This match is over now, and you the fans, and Low, Lasiewicz and Whisper, you have these guys here to thank for it. I will review this situation and I will make sure this situation turns into something good, into something marketable, after your behavior here tonight has put our good reputation for delivering decisive main events on pay-per-view at risk."

(Again, a mixed reaction. Brian Williams barely reacts, Damage Inc. are somewhat upset, and Ortega and Fish try to argue with Gray that they just tried to restore order.)

GRAY: "I don't care, I don't care, I don't care. None of you had any business coming down here. Now, I'm glad you're here now, Fish, and were able to overcome your transportation problems. But since you are here, and Ortega is here, and the World title match was just ruled a NO-CONTEST..."

(The fans boo and Lasiewicz, Low and Whisper protest the decision.)

GRAY: "...I think we can end this show on a highnote. So Low, Whisper, Lasiewicz, Williams brothers, Damage Inc., Christianson, get the hell out of here. Referee, ring the bell, we will have Fish versus Ortega NOW!"

(Low grabs the World title belt and everybody walks back up the ramp, one after another, with Gray almost pushing them on from behind.)

HS: "Well then here we go, AWA Cruiserweight Championship on the line!"

FJ: "Listen to these people, we've got a main event atmosphere here tonight."

(We see the Fish in one corner holding up his Cruiserweight Championship Belt while yelling and pointing at Orlando Ortega in the other corner. Orlando has his big toothy grin going and is simply nodding back at The Fish. The ref walks over and asks Fish for the Title Belt, Fish kisses the belt and then hands it over. The ref brings the Belt over to OOO who puts his hand on it and says something under his breath, the ref then walks to the middle of the ring and holds the belt high into the air before ringing the bell. The crowd cheers and they chant and "OOO" "Lets Go Fish" chant, the "OOO" chant is almost drown out by the "Lets Go Fish" chants this time around.)

HS: "Looks like we've got more Fish-Fanatics tonight then at Classic."

FJ: "Or maybe less Orlando Ortega fans."

HS: "It's not about respect, it's not about sportsmanship, it's about the Cruiserweight Championship!"

(Fish slowly walks to the middle of the ring and extends his hand and we see the wrist tape that says "Jerry" on it, with a very serious look in his eyes. OOO who is still smiling gladly accepts with his arm that has "Lillian" written on his wrist tape, after shaking for a few seconds Fish says something and then with his left hand smacks OOO full speed across the face which admits a huge "Ooooh" from the crowd. Still holding hands OOO's faces immediately goes from his trademark smile to a expression of anger that we don't often see from the young warrior, he then takes his hand and smacks Fish hard across the mouth. Fish readjust his jaw before taking the hand he was shaking with and raising it high into the air as if he was going to hit OOO again and OO braces for the impact. Fish however stops halfway through his motion and goes for another handshake, the crowd laughs and OOO fires with a three hard forearms.)

HS: "It's on!"

(Fish starts throwing forearms as well and now the two are holding onto each other and throwing these brutal strikes nonstop as the crowd is eating it up. 10, 12, 13, they just keep coming, finally Fish gets the advantage as OOO stops throwing and Fish hits three hard forearms, Fish grabs OOO and whips him into the ropes. Fish goes for a running forearm but OOO ducks and hits the ropes again as does Fish, they meet in the middle and OOO hits a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker on the Fish. Fish quickly rolls to the floor embarrassed and OOO doesn't waste anytime as he runs and dives through the middle ropes. Fish sees it coming however and sidesteps as OOO goes head first into the guard rail.)[/I]

HS: "So much for a feeling out process, these guys are going full bore."

FJ: "You better believe it, this is intense."

(Fish picks up OOO and whips him into the steel steps back first. He walks over to OOO and lifts him up setting him against the ring post. Fish chops OOO hard across the chest, OOO squirms in pain as Fish hits another brutal chop, Fish goes for one more but OOO ducks out of the way and Fish chops the ring post hard emitting a horrific sounding thud. The crowd moans as Fish grabs for his hand in pain and screams. He tries to walk away but OOO turns him around and chops him in the chest. Fish fires back but as he does he grabs his own hand and starts to shake it, the chop seemed to hurt Fish way more then OOO. OOO laughs and chops Fish again, and again. Fish fires back with left handed chop this time, OOO chop, Fish chop, OOO chop, Fish chop. OOO goes for another chop but Fish ducks down and hits a quick spinning leg sweep that drops OOO to his back. Fish goes for a huge soccer style kick but OOO rolls out of the way and back to his feet. OOO pokes Fish in the eye and then rolls him back into the ring.)

HS: "A little cheap shot right there from OOO"

FJ: "You said it yourself it's not about respect tonight."

(OOO stays on the apron as Fish gets to his feet in the ring. OOO jumps to the top and goes for a hurricanrana but Fish catches him and drops him down hard with a powerbomb and stay on top of him for the cover 1 . . . 2 . . . OOO gets the shoulder up. Fish brings OOO to his feet and whips him into the ropes, when OOO comes back Fish hits a deep armdrag OOO gets up and runs back at Fish who armdrags him one more time. OOO again gets to his feet and this time Fish runs at OOO and is caught with an armdrag. Fish gets up and runs at OOO, both go for an arm drag and their arms hook together and they fall down to the mat back first. The both look at each other before unhooking their arms and getting back to their feet. Fish slaps OOO across the face, then again with his left, and again and again and again. OOO bails out to the floor.)

HS: "Those may look like slaps, but they're actually palm strikes and are obviously taking a toll on OOO."

(OOO checks his mouth for blood, he doesn't find any. Fish on the other hand runs towards the ropes, he flips over the tope rope and lands on the apron as OOO covers up expecting a dive, when he looks back up Fish runs a jumps of the apron going for a hurricanrana. He jumps onto OOO's shoulders and throws his weight down towards the floor but OOO is able to stay on his feet, now with Fish dangling precariously OOO swings Fish's head and body right into the steal guard rail as he throws him to the ground. The crowd lets out a huge "Ooooh" and Fish lays motionlessly as OOO smiles and plays to the crowd.)

HS: "Ouch, both men have tasted that guard rail already here tonight."

FJ: "And it doesn't taste good."

(OOO hops around cockily as he kicks Fish in the ribs. He dances a little more then kicks him again. He now lifts Fish back to his feet and chops him across the chest. Fish doesn't respond as OOO still dancing around throws an elbow that knocks Fish right in the jaw. Fish stumble and OOO goes to throw a second but Fish quickly ducks and OOO spins around giving Fish his back. Fish locks OOO for a back drop suplex and motions for the fans to move, they do just that as Fish flips OOO over his back and drops in into the first row of seats right on his head. Fish grabs his neck as he makes his way back onto the apron. By this time the security guards have cleared almost a full section waiting for OOO to get back to his feet. Fish breaks the count and then heads right back to the top rope, the ref is just watching not even telling The Fish to do anything otherwise. Fish stands tall on the turnbuckle and the crowd roars as Fish dives just as OOO has reached his feet, Fish hits a front flip dive on Orlando that sends him back down knocking down rows of chairs, Fish lands hard too but on top of OOO. The crowd chants "Fish" "Fish" "Fish".)

HS: "My God! The Fish just through caution to the wind and dove into the first row!

FJ: "Damn, this is getting out of hand in a hurry."

HS: "You better believe it, I don't see this one going forty eight minutes."

(The ref is out in the crowd now checking on both men. OOO is mumbling to himself and Fish is pulling himself up with the help of the guard rail. He reaches his feet and throws his hand high into the air invoking a huge cheer, Fish picks up OOO roughly and dumps him over the guard rail. He climbs over the rail himself and rolls OOO back into the ring. He goes for the cover 1 . . .2 . . . OOO gets his shoulder up. Fish seems like he almost expected it as he brings OOO back to his feet. Fish knees him in the gut and OOO gets bent over by it. Fish then sets up for what looks like a powerbomb but when Fish gets him up OOO slides out of it and then as soon as he hits the ground starts throwing lucha style chops. Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop OOO tries to monkey flip Fish back into the center of the ring but Fish flips out of it and lands on his feet. Before Fish can run away though OOO still on the ground grabs Fish's legs and goes for a roll up, Fish though rolls out almost instantaneously and goes for a dropkick on the seated OOO who lays down and rolls to avoid the contact. Fish starts to get back to his feet and OOO hits an Oklahoma Roll 1 . . . 2 . . . Fish kicks out and both get back to their feet. Fish goes for a high kick that OOO saw coming and ducks, Fish tries for the left high kick which is also ducked, OOO goes for a hurricanrana but Fish slings him back up, OOO rolls over Fish back and rolls him up 1 . . . 2 . . . Fish kicks out. Fish starts to roll back to get back to his feet and OOO drops a stiff forearm right to Fish's neck, he then stomps his neck twice before Fish can roll into the ropes and the ref forces a break. Fish climbs to one knee still holding onto the ropes and looks into OOO's eyes with a look of unadulterated anger, OOO flashes a smile back.)

HS: "Ortega was going with the Lucha style for a while, but then he went right for Fish's injured neck."

FJ: "You had to think it was only a matter of time, there might as well be a giant bulls eye painted on Fish's neck."

(Fish comes out of the ropes and fakes a knuckle lock before shooting in and trying to take OOO down. OOO sprawls around the ring staying on his feet and locks Fish is a front face lock, wrenching on his bad neck. Fish wont have any of it though as he picks up OOO and runs full speed into the corner, OOO's back crashes against the turnbuckles and he breaks the hole. As soon as he does Fish leaps and hits a big time Enziguri that drops OOO down to a seated position. Fish runs into the opposite runs fast and then comes back and hits a heat seeking dropkick that nails OOO right in the mouth. OOO lays limp in the corner as his mouth begins to fill up with blood. Fish isn't done however as he picks OOO up and sets him in the corner again, Fish chops OOO and then snapmares him over into the middle of the ring and locks on a traditional surfboard stretch. OOO is screaming now and the blood is trickling out of his mouth.)

HS: "I have a feeling that Orlando's smile isn't going to look all that pretty the rest of the night."

(Fish lets go of the surfboard suddenly and throws a cross face right on OOO's nose. OOO jumps to his feet getting a rush of adrenaline and punches Fish right in the mouth with a devastating blow that caught Fish off guard. He starts to back up wobbly and OOO follows throwing wild rights and lefts. Fish is covering up as best he can and only about half of the punches are landing but the ones that are landing are landing hard. We see one catch Fish right above the eye another on the chin that brings Fish down. Fish falls back and lands with only his head against the bottom turnbuckle, we see Fish's mask start to become damp and crimson flows into his eyes.)

FJ: "Blood, blood, blood!"

HS: "Oh God, this is turning into a high flying street fight."

FJ: "Yeah, and I always thought these guys were wussies."

(OOO pulls Fish by the leg back into the center of the ring and covers him. 1 . . . 2 . . . a lackadaisical kick out. OOO doesn't even get off Fish but rather moves into a full mount position and pulls Fish's head up by the mask. He looks around and then tears the forehead portion of Fish's mask to expose the large gash that he just opened. The crowd boos OOO for ripping the mask but he doesn't seem to mind. OOO starts throwing rights to Fish's forehead he lands three before Fish explodes twisting his body weight and mounting OOO. He throws two right handed palm strikes and two left handed palm strikes before jumping up and starting to kick OOO's body soccer style three times. OOO rolls to his feet and is met with a giants head butt that makes him wobble around and we see a cut form on his forehead that starts to bleed. Fish isn't satisfied though as he jumps and hits a huge flying knee that brings OOO down in a hurry. Fish lands in front of him then falls back exhausted on top of OOO. 1 . . . 2 . . . kick out.)

FJ: "Whoa, I thought it was over, aren't head butts illegal?"

HS: "This isn't boxing Frank."

FJ: "Right."

(Fish rolls off OOO and the ref starts the ten count. 1 . . . 2 . . . 3 . . . 4 . . . 6 both men start to stir 7 . . . 8 . . . 9 both get to their feet at the same time. Fish elbows OOO and OOO responses by again going to Fish's eye. OOO tries to whip Fish into the ropes but Fish holds on turns around and boots OOO in the stomach then garbs his head for a DDT. OOO tries to throw him over with a northern lights suplex but Fish lands on his feet and goes into the ropes, he spring boards off the middle rope and goes for a crossbody but OOO catches him and immediately turns into a tilt-a-whirl NECK breaker as he drops Fish's neck right across his knee. OOO hits the ropes and drops a knee right across Fish's neck before going for a cover 1 . . . 2 . . . Fish gets the shoulder up. OOO wipes the blood from his eyes as he brings Fish back to his feet. OOO chops Fish before whipping him into the ropes, Fish holds on though and OOO charges at him, Fish back body drops him over the ropes but OOO lands on his feet on the apron. Fish turns around and goes for a palm strike but OOO blocks it and chops Fish with his other hand and locks Fish for a suplex. OOO picks Fish up but he fights back down to the ground. Fish now tries for the suplex and brings OOO up momentarily but OOO also fights back down. Now OOO brings Fish all the way up in the air but Fish is able to swift his weight and land on the apron next to OOO. Fish palm strikes OOO and OOO forearms Fish. Fish goes for a big palm strike but OOO ducks and Fish gets spun around. OOO grabs Fish with a double chicken wing and . . .)

HS: "MY GOD!"

Crowd: "Holy Shit" "Holy Shit"

FJ: "He just, he just . . ."

HS: "Ortega just Tiger Suplexed Fish from the apron to the floor!"

(That he did Herb and Fish fell right on his head and neck. Fish is on the ground not moving and Ortega is struggling to get back to his feet. Ortega gets up and smiles a real creepy looking smile since there is so much blood running from his forehead and out of his mouth. He raises The Fish and Fish throws a wild right hand then falls back to the ground. OOO laughs out loud as he picks Fish up again and rolls him into the ring. OOO positions Fish towards the center and climbs to the top turnbuckle. OOO still laughing jumps and executes a picture perfect moonsualt and stays on top of The Fish for the cover 1 . . . 2 . . . Fish's shoulder shoots straight into the air and OOO's expression changes to that of disbelief. OOO covers again this time hooking the leg, but Fish again kicks out at two. )

HS: "I can't believe Fish is kicking out, did you see the way he landed off the apron? I'm surprised he's not on a stretcher right now."

(OOO picks up Fish and slaps him right across the face before he picks up Fish and drops him down with a jumping piledriver. OOO again covers and again Fish kicks out. OOO jumps up and kicks the bottom rope. This gives Fish enough time to get back to his feet, although he is hunched over and still grabbing his neck. Fish ducks a punch from OOO and kicks him in the midsection. Fish shoves OOO in-between his legs and motions to the crowd that it's time for the DSD. The crowd cheers loudly as Fish gets OOO up and tries to hook OOO's arms but he fights hard to not let Fish hook in the move. Then OOO slips from Fish's tired grip turning underneath him and coming up right behind him with a full nelson. Fish is now the one trying to fight off Orlando but OOO manages to lift Fish up and drop him right on his head with a dragon suplex, OOO bridges and the crowd counts along 1 . . . 2 . . . 3!)

HS: "No! Fish rolled his shoulder at the last moment."

FJ: "What? No way!"

HS: "I can't believe the punishment Fish is taking, he has to be just moments away from being put away for good."

(Ortega is furious now as he begins to kick Fish soccer style over and over again. Fish is blocking what he can and manages to get to the ropes. Orlando doesn't break though as he throws Fish into the corner and begins to pummel him with chop, forearm, chop, forearm, chop, forearm, chop, forearm. Now with Fish virtually helpless OOO moves him to the top rope in a seated position. OOO moves up to the middle rope and punches Fish in his bloodied head. Fish though comes back to life and chops OOO hard, OOO punches, Fish chop, OOO punch, Fish chop, OOO punch, Fish chop. We notice now that both men's chests are now bleeding from the intense chops they have been going through the entire match. OOO hooks Fish for a superplex but Fish palm strikes him in the stomach and moves to the outside of the turnbuckle, OOO follows to the other side of the outside of the turnbuckle and again hooks in a superplex position.)

HS: "Oh no what is Ortega thinking here?"

FJ: "It looks like he's going to superplex him to the floor."

HS: "With Fish's neck in the condition it's in this can only be bad for The Fish."

(OOO lifts Fish up all the way straight into the air, but Fish has enough wherewithal to knee OOO in the head and OOO sets Fish back down who almost slips off his side but manages to get back to where he was a moment ago. Fish hits OOO in the stomach and gets him to break the suplex attempt, Fish hits a left then a right palm strike that rocks OOO and sends blood splattering. Fish now hooks OOO for a superplex to the floor. He fights to get OOO up but OOO powers his way back down, Fish tries again and gets him up higher this time but OOO again powers back down. OOO starts throwing rapid fire punches right to Fish's kidney with his arm that isn't hooked up and we can see Fish loosing his strength. OOO now lifts Fish straight up into the air and holds him for a solid five or six seconds before jumping back towards the floor. Orlando lands on the apron and Fish crashes to the cold hard cement below.)

FJ: "SOMEBODY GET A BODY BAG!"

HS: "I think we need help Frank, the Fish just fell probably ten feet to the floor and took a lot of impact on his surgically repaired neck."

FJ: "And Ortega isn't doing that much better Herb, I think he may have torn his shoulder when he hit the apron."

(The ref isn't counting anyone out but rather checking on the Fish on the floor. We can see Fish motioning that he's okay. The ref looks terrified trying make a decision on whether or not he should let this bout continue. After a long while on the floor he decides to let this match continue. OOO has rolled into the ring and his holding his left shoulder and grimacing in pain and The Fish is barely moving on the floor. The ref starts the ten count. 1 . . . 2 . . . 3 . . . 4 . . . 5 . . . 6 . . . 7 . . . 8 . . . Orlando is now up and walks towards the ropes, the ref has to push him back and in turn restart the count. 1 . . . 2 . . . 3 . . . 4 . . . 5 . . . 6 . . . Orlando has grown tired of waiting and he goes to the floor to retrieve Fish. OOO rolls Fish into the ring who seems to be dead weight. OOO doesn't go for the cover though having seen the things Fish has kicked out of this entire match and instead motions to the crowd that it's time for the DSD. Most the fans boo while some cheer loudly. "Lets Go Fish" "OOO" "Lets Go Fish" "OOO" "Lets Go Fish" "LETS GO FISH!" "LETS GO FISH!". OOO gets Fish up and Fish reverses the move the same way OOO had earlier and comes up behind OOO. OOO turns around and Fish seemingly calling upon some superpower unleashes a flurry of strikes at rapid, rapid pace. Right palm strike, left palm strike, right palm strike, left palm strike, right palm strike Fish grabs OOO's head and nails a knee right on OOO's chin, another knee that makes OOO's head jolt back violently and him lose his footing but Fish holds on, he hits another knee right on the forehead that stands OOO up straight and makes him fall back like he's been shot with all the blood flying off of him.)

HS: "Unbelievable, Fish is making a comeback here!"

(OOO struggles back to his feet on wobbly legs and Fish runs and hits a massive spinning heel kick that drops OOO back down. He falls into the ropes and the ref backs Fish off as he begins the ten count thinking that Orlando may be out of it. 1 . . . 2 . . . 3 . . . 4 . . . 5 . . . 6 . . . 7 . . . 8 . . . 9 OOO jumps up and puts his hands up like he's ready to fight but he still looks out of it. The ref moves out of the way and OOO looks around but can't see Fish. That is because he is running off the ropes to the side of OOO he runs and jumps to OOO's shoulders and hits an unbelievable move the likes of which we've never seen. OOO crashes to the mat with Fish's leg effectively smashing his face.)

FJ: "Holy Crap, what was that?"

HS: "Typhoon Kick! Typhoon Kick!"

(Fish covers the crowd counts along, 1 . . . 2 . . . 3! Fish rolls back off of Ortega and wipes the blood from his eyes with his hands in the air.)

HS: "It wasn't the near fifty minute technical high flying classic they had last month, but it was a knock down drag out fight and in the end The Fish showed why he is the best in the world."

FJ: "Yeah, the best jumpy jumpy wrestler."

(Fish is handed the Cruiserweight Championship Belt as he makes his way to his feet. He holds the Belt up and the crowd cheers loudly. Fish helps OOO to his feet who brushes Fish off and the crowd gets quiet. OOO puts his head down on the top turnbuckle and then walks back to the middle of the ring. Fish mouths something to Ortega and Ortega says something back. OOO then outstretches his hand to cheers of the crowd and Fish accepts. The two bloodied warriors then hug and hold each others hands up as flash bulbs go off.)

HS: "Ladies and gentlemen, this has been Overpower 2005. Make sure to tune in to AWA Sunday Night Shock next weekend to find out President Gray's ruling regarding the World title match! So long."

(As OOO and Fish celebrate in the middle of the ring, we fade out.)

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