(The AWA logo flashes across the screen, but instead of going right to the Revelations opening video, we go straight into the Blaisdell Arena in Honolulu, Hawaii. "Take Her Down" by Rob Zombie hits the air as the crowd immediately starts booing. However, instead of the lights dimming as per normal for The Carnival's intro, the lights actually brighten as lights flash everywhere. Acrobats and jugglers come out from the back, putting on a show for the crowd, performing scary stunts. Fire and knives fill the air between the jugglers, barely missing the acrobats during their performance. Stiltwalkers follow and clowns suddenly appear in the crowd, handing out balloon animals to the kids, though the balloon animals are quite strange and somewhat scary. As are the clowns, who are all made up mimicking Schizm's offsetting dress. Odder and odder things follow. Soon, the ring is surrounded by seals playing horns, dancing monkeys, and even a bear on a unicycle. Black and red are the predominant colors. Finally, from the back emerges The Carnival: Schizm, Lady Ashe, Andreas Lasiewicz, Cynder, and Sebastian Blood.)

HS: "AWA fans, welcome to AWA Revelations! This is quite the unscheduled beginning to the fifth edition of this pay-per-view. What's the meaning of this? The Carnival has turned Revelations into a three ring circus!"

FJ: "Actually, Herb, it's a one ring circus. Count ‘em. Just one ring."

HS: "Shut up, Frank. You know what I meant."

(A clown capers up to Frank and Herb with a dragon puppet that has a knight in its jaws, complete with fake blood.)

FJ: "Awww, how cute."

HS: "How disturbing. I wouldn't get too close."

FJ: "Nonsense."

(As Frank gets a closer look at the puppet, the clown pulls a string by the dragon's mouth.)

HS: "Watch out Frank!"

(Herb grabs Frank and pulls him out of the way as a small fireball gouts out of the dragon's mouth, almost hitting Frank.)

FJ: "Whoa. Thanks Herb."

(Meanwhile, The Carnival has reached the ring. Rob Zombie fades out as Schizm makes a mic appear in his hands with a flick of his wrist.)

SCHIZM: "Welcome, Honolulu to Revelations!"

(The crowd cheers.)

SCHIZM: "Wait, I misspeak. Granted, the AWA board of directors have given this momentous spectacle the name "Revelations". Officially, it will go down in the records, as Revelations. But rest assured, this event will go down in the tiny minds and hearts of all the people in this miserable little city as The Dark Carnival!"

(The crowd boos.)

SCHIZM: "Is that how you show gratitude? You built your city next to a VOLCANO! That proves you people only have pineapples for brains And I went through all this effort to bring you this little diversion for your pathetic sakes."

(Schizm sweeps his hands to include all the entertainment he's provided.)

SCHIZM: "Not that I expected any of you to appreciate such a thoughtful gesture. And this is but a taste of what's to come. Before you, you see the antics of these fellows, coming out here to entertain you unworthy masses. But they are just a prelude to those who are really important, namely The Carnival. So, too, are the various filler matches you have tonight. Various and sundry unworthy peons will risk their lives to entertain the unwashed masses. Yet in the center of all this, you will see truly significant things happen. Vengeance shall be wreaked upon Orlando Ortega. Cynder and Andreas will prove they are the pinnacle of partnerships. And I will show that a jester is more than a match for two beasts."

(More boos.)

SCHIZM: "Go ahead and express your meaningless opinions. You cannot change what will happen. You cannot stop the inevitable elevation of The Carnival. Tonight, the freaks are not only coming out to play, we're coming out to conquer!"

("Take Her Down" picks back up again and The Carnival stands in the middle of the ring as the other performers begin to file into the back. The crowd boos at the quintet in the ring, who jaw back with arrogant confidence before finally exiting the ring and heading towards the back. The screen goes black and we see black-and-white scenes of President Gray returning to the AWA on Friday the 13th.)

GRAY: "Ladies and gentlemen, things are going to change in the AWA! You will no longer have lame duck Champions competing and half-assing it in non-title matches just so their reigns can be saved until the next pre-advertised pay-per-view show. The Champions of the AWA will have to work week in, week out to stay Champions, not just once every month. Effort will be rewarded, a lack therof punished."

(We cut to Nathan Hawthorne-Lee yelling at his wife, Sarah Hawthorne, a few weeks ago in a gym.)

NHL: "What the [BEEP] do you think is wrong? That rat bastard Travis Gray stripped me of my [BEEP]ing title belt, a [BEEP]ing title belt that I never got to cherish once I broke the stupid, [BEEP]ing record. That son of a bitch is going to pay for his insolance, you will rest assure that I get my revenge."

(We then cut to an angry John Williams storming out of the Jacksonville Veterans Memorial Coliseum and getting into his car.)

WILLIAMS: "I will show you, you son of bitch!"

(Finally, we see Low attacking BlackJack, smashing his head into a mirror and afterwards smashing it with a car's door.)

LOW: "GRAY! I TOLD YOU SOMEBODY'S HEAD WOULD ROLL!"

(Finally, we go to a number of scenes highlighting the issues between Brian Williams, The Hangman and Schizm, including The Hangman beating Schizm twice and the beatdown of The Hangman at the hands of the entire Carnival.)

WILLIAMS: "As you look up to me, and I look down upon you, when you finally give up fighting, then you can understand, then you can see, then you comprehend just what kind of beast I REALLY AM."

HANGMAN: "The time for talk is over. All that remains is Revelations and the extinguishing of a flame that should never have been given the right to be here anyways."

SCHIZM: ""It's better to remain silent and be thought an idiot than to open your mouth and remove all doubt. I will get the last laugh. It may not be lethal, but what follows certainly could be!"

(With that, the Revelations graphic appears and we once again cut into the circular Blaisdell Arena, as fireworks go off on the stage. The camera pans around the arena and we see a number of signs in the sold-out arena. We then cut to our announcers.)

HS: "My name is Herb Summers, alongside..."

FJ: "Frank Jackson, and we..."

HS: "Right. AWA fans, nine days ago, Friday, May 13th, 2005, the founder of the American Wrestling Alliance, Travis Gray, returned to his position as President of this company. Citing lame duck Champion who did not deserve their spots, he made a controversial decision by stripping all the Champions of their titles and telling them to earn their spots all over again. Therefore, tonight, at AWA Revelations 2005, there will be exactly one title decided, as two-time AWA Tag Team Champions Bad Blood take on Andreas Lasiewicz and Cynder of The Carnival, the newly-arrived team of Talent and the makeshift team of Xtreme Jeff and Saidogai... all with a mystery referee at hand."

FJ: "Also tonight, the first two matches of the No Limit Round Robin tournament are going to take place, as Saidogai and Cynder meet for the second time tonight, and Quade DeSade takes on Colin Baird. Furthermore, AWA newcomer John Rourke takes on AWA veteran Poppa."

HS: "The first person competing for the AWA Cruiserweight title will be decided tonight in the Triple Threat Turmoil, Part 1, as Orlando Ortega takes on Bob Di'Las and Lady Ashe."

FJ: "Competing for a spot in the US Underground Match will be former United States Champion John Williams and Whisper."

HS: "In what was originally going to be for the No Limit title, Nathan Hawthorne-Lee takes on Brian Stevens in a Ladder Match to determine the first King Of The Kage entrant."

FJ: "And in what was originally going to be a Triple Threat Match for the World Heavyweight title, Atlas Johansson now takes on the seven-time former World Champion Low in a singles match."

HS: "And finally, three of the less 'normal' AWA superstars will battle it out in tonight's main event, as Brian Williams takes on The Hangman and Schizm. But fans, I have been told there is something going on in the back."

(As our scene cuts to the back, we see President Gray seated at a desk going over several documents. We then see a rather large shadow over the desk. Looking up, Gray then sees none other than The Hangman. Sneering down at President Gray, he speaks.)

HANGMAN: I've always said that history has a strange way of repeating itself, didn't I, Travis? Here we are, several years removed from our last stint together, staring each other down once more. However, there are a few things that have changed, isn't that right? Of course it is. Here I am with a purpose and an agenda and there you are... well... I guess I've changed just a little. Yet, not to worry, boyh. Revelations is about authoring an incredible PPV. So, I tell ya what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna help you with this show. In order to do that, I need to unburden myself... unchain myself."

(The Hangman takes off his Chain of Broken Dreams as well as his trademark thick-linked chain. Tossing them down right on top of what President Gray was reviewing, he continues.)

HANGMAN: "We've been at this point before, Gray. Maybe you'll make the right decision this time. I'd really hate for things to get messy between us again. Now, it's time that I begin taking care of some loose ends, so I'll talk to ya later. Think it over, boyh... and when you're ready to give me an answer, you know where to find me."

(We cut to another backstage area, specifically to Quade DeSade's dressing room. Quade is seen taking his kit from his bag. There is a knock on the door and Quade turns around, drawing in a very slow, deep breath.)

QUADE: "Come in."

(There is no ease in Quade. A backstage "gopher" quickly hands off a package in plain brown paper and string. Quade grasps but does not take the parcel and stares deadeye into the face of the carrier. The carrier's arms swing limply to his side and he stumbles over nothing as he backs away. Quade's eyes remain locked on his vistor untill the door shuts. The camera closes in as he lifts the parcel up and smile his cold crocodile-like smile. We go back to the arena as "Open You Eyes" by Alter Bridge hits the air and John Williams comes striding out to a large reaction from the crowd, mostly negative. Flashbulbs pop as he looks around the arena and then walks down the ramp.)

HS: "John Williams looks like a man on a mission."

FJ: "Well, how would you feel if you were stripped, unjustly stripped, of the US title? Now he has to go through Whisper and three other men to get his title back."

HS: "Agreed. Who do you think is going to win this one and go on to be in the US Underground match for the US Title?"

FJ: "Well, I love John Williams and he's pissed, which makes him dangerous, but Whisper's been so cool throughout all this, I think he's gotta have something up his sleeve, so I'm going with him."

HS: "I know what you mean. Whisper's been very impressive recently, though I know that most of you people at home have not seen this due to satellite error. Let me assure you, though, he's been on top of his game, even better than when he reigned as Cruiserweight Champion."

FJ: "Ahhhhhh, the good ol' days. Before Atlas and OOO."

(John Williams is in the ring now, posing on the turnbuckle, showing off his massive physique.)

HS: "Riiiight. But anyway, Whisper may be on a roll, but I think that John Williams has this one. Whisper's a tough opponent, but Williams has so much on the line here and I think that's going to spur him to go the extra mile. He wants his US title back and the only way for him to get it is to win the Underground."

(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. Behind Whisper on the ramp, Justin picks up the trench and follows to ringside.)

HS: "Now both competitors are in the ring and we are READY to kick off Revelations here in the NEW AWA."

FJ: "And we have here... Whisper's stipulation. It says here that it doesn't change the match at all... but the loser must completely support the winner, being in his corner during the US Underground match!"

HS: "That means one man will have to... HELP the other?"

FJ: "That means John Williams is going to be in WHISPER's corner for the Underground match!"

(Whisper and John Williams stare each other down in the middle of the ring. The referee uneasily stands between them, explaining the rules to the match, though neither man seems to be listening to him. Williams radiates pent up aggression waiting to be let out, contrasted by Whisper's cool determination. The referee takes several steps back, making sure he's well out of both men's way, and signals for the bell. Immediate, John Williams goes for a clothesline, trying to catch Whisper coming out of the gate. The blue-haired cruiserweight ducks beneath it and traps Williams in a rear waistlock. Lightning quick, John Williams fires a back elbow into Whisper's skull. As Whisper backs up, Williams catches him in a side headlock and hiptosses him to the ground, wrenching in the headlock. Whisper writhes in the headlock for a moment, and then fires a couple punches into Williams' kidney area, which stuns the bigger man long enough for Whisper to slip out of the headlock and put him into a hammerlock. Williams' elbow flicks back, but this time, Whisper is well out of reach. Using his size, Williams gets back to a vertical base and reverses the hammerlock while applying one of his own. Whisper winces as his arm is wrenched back. He reaches up and grabs John Williams' head, hops up, and uses the momentum of going down to snapmare Williams to the ground.)

FJ: "Good back and forth technical action here in the early going."

HS: "Frank, I thought you hated technical wrestling. You've matured."

FJ: "It's Whisper and John Williams, Herb. They're exciting men. If this were Atlas or Blackjack, it'd be a snoozefest."

HS: "Well, maybe matured is too strong of a word …"

(As Williams gets up, Whisper greets him with a front dropkick to the chin, which sends the bigger man to the ground. Whisper kips back up and bounces off the ropes. John Williams is back on his feet and looks up just in time to see Whisper's high knee nail him between the eyes. Again, John Williams tries to get back up, but once he's on one knee, Whisper steps up on it and swings his other leg around for an enziguri and Williams goes down again.) FJ: "Good strategy by Whisper. He's keeping John Williams down the early going and isn't letting him up where his superior strength will come into play." HS: "Yeah, but with a veteran like John Williams, there's no way Whisper can keep him down forever, especially this early in the match. We have a long way to go." (This turns out to be prophetic. As John Williams gets up slowly, Whisper springboards off the middle ropes and attempts a backflip head scissors takedown. But Williams stays on his feet, leaving Whisper hanging by his legs around Williams' neck. John grabs Whisper by the waist and lifts him into the air before slamming him sternum first into the mat.)

HS: "What power by John Williams! Did you see how high Whisper bounced on impact?"

FJ: "Ouch. I could feel that one from here."

(Justin looks concerned as his mentor is pummeled by John Williams' boots. Grabbing Whisper by his hair, he lifts him back to his feet and delivers an atomic drop followed by a clothesline to the back of the head. As Whisper gets up, Williams bounces off the ropes and runs right through him with a shoulder tackle. Whisper gets to his feet slower this time and Williams comes at him again, but this time, Whisper's ready and sends him face first to the mat with a drop toe hold. Quickly Whisper follows it up with a knee drop to the back of the head. Williams rolls over clutching his neck. Taking advantage, Whisper steps down onto Williams' throat, choking him. Williams gags as the referee counts for the illegal move. As his count reaches four, Whisper puts all his weight on Williams' throat as he steps over him, calmly removing his foot as he reaches the other side. The referee yells at Whisper as Williams rolls around, clutching his throat.)

FJ: "What intelligence from Whisper. Using the entire five-count from the referee to choke Williams. That's just smart wrestling."

HS: "That's cheating is what it is."

(Williams gets to his knees slowly as Whisper bounces off the ropes and hits a flipping neckbreaker. Whisper stands over the fallen Williams staring down into his eyes with a slight smile on his face. Then he grabs Williams by his hair and starts lifting him up. As he gets him to his knees, Whisper drives his knee into John's stomach, right under his breastbone, and continues to lift him up. When Williams is back on his feet, Whisper drives another knee into his gut. Williams suddenly breaks out with a flurry of blows to Whisper's midsection.)

HS: "I think those blows to his gut just made John Williams angier."

(Whisper is doubled over, holding his stomach. Williams grabs him by his chin to straighten him up before unleashing a huge chop to Whisper's chest that lands with a loud CRACK! Another chop! A third! Whisper has been backed into a corner, holding his chest. Taking advantage of this, Williams knocks Whisper through a loop with a huge back elbow to the side of his head. And another! Whisper looks dazed. John grabs his arm and goes to whip him into the opposite turnbuckle, but holds onto him and whips him back into the same turnbuckle with more force. The blue haired cruiserweight stumbles forward. Williams sidles up to him and brings him down with a hard Russian leg sweep. Showing off his considerable athleticism, Williams rolls to his feet, taking a step farther away from the turnbuckle, carrying Whisper with him, and snaps back down with another Russian leg sweep. He repeats this again, taking Whisper a couple steps further before sending him back down, and this time rolls to his feet without Whisper. Williams gets up to the top rope and leaps off, turning in mid air to drop his leg across Whisper's throat. He goes for the pin …1 …2 kick out!)

HS: "Near fall!"

FJ: "Come on, Whisper. Don't make me look bad."

HS: "Somehow, I don't think that's what Whisper's most concerned about."

(Keeping up the pressure, John Williams locks Whisper in an STF. Whisper grits his teeth in pain as Williams cranks up the pressure. The referee asks him if he wants to quit, but Whisper ignores him, his eyes fixed on the bottom rope that is just out of his grasp. With amazing strength, Whisper heaves an inch closer, dragging Williams' considerable weight with him. Williams cinches the hold in tighter and Whisper can't seem to get him to move any further.)

HS: "John Williams might make Whisper tap here!"

FJ: "C'mon, Whisper!"

(Whisper reaches up and grabs John Williams' hair, pulling on it. The ref sees this and yells at Whisper to stop. Williams is just distracted enough that Whisper is able to lunge an inch further and grab the bottom rope, forcing Williams to have to break the hold.)

HS: "Judicious use of bending the rules there by Whisper."

FJ: "Followed by judicious use of bending the rules by John Williams."

(Indeed, Williams maintains the hold for the full five seconds for letting go. The referee gives him a stern talking to while Whisper uses the ropes to slowly make it to his feet. Williams pushes the referee away and goes to kick Whisper in the gut. But Whisper grabs his foot and throws himself under the top rope, hanging John's leg up on the middle rope.)

FJ: "What a vicious Hangman's Screw by Whisper."

HS: "John Williams is going to be lucky if his knee wasn't dislocated there."

(As Whisper recoups outside, John Williams rolls around the ring, holding his leg. The referee asks him if he can continue. Williams grits his teeth and nods emphatically. As John Williams is getting to his feet, Whisper has finally gotten up outside. Whisper gets onto the apron, banking on John not being able to move fast enough to hit him. He's wrong, however, as Williams grits through the pain in his leg and dashes forward to club Whisper on the head. Whisper slumps, but hangs onto the ropes to stay on the apron. He doesn't give up and rams his shoulder into John's midsection. Williams retaliates with another club to the back of Whisper's head. Another shoulder ram from Whisper! Another club from Williams! And another club! Williams hammers him with a few more clubs to the head before stepping through the ropes and onto the apron with Whisper. He sets Whisper up for a reverse DDT and swings off the apron, falling to the floor below, driving the back of Whisper's head into the ground.)

HS: "Oh my god! What a move by John Williams! Whisper must be out cold!"

FJ: "That was a modified Time to Shine! That's gotta be it!"

HS: "But he can't pin Whisper outside."

FJ: "I'll bet Whisper's glad he didn't choose a Falls Count Anywhere match as his stipulation."

HS: "He needs to get Whisper back in the ring!"

(No doubt, John Williams would love to do that, but he landed hard on the knee that Whisper had hung up on the middle rope. He clutches his knee as the referee's count reaches five. Williams finally gets to his feet at eight while Whisper has only stirred. Williams looks at the referee and down at Whisper. He picks up Whisper by his blue hair and rolls him into the ring at 9, and rolls in after him.)

HS: "John Williams could have had that match one right there by count out. I'm surprised he didn't leave Whisper out there."

FJ: "John Williams wants to prove without a shadow of a doubt he's the better wrestler, especially after losing to Whisper a couple weeks ago. He's got a lot of pride, that man."

HS: "I just hope it won't cost him in the end."

(Williams sets Whisper up and drives Whisper's head into the mat again with a huge brainbuster before covering him for the pin.)

FJ: "That has to be it. It's over!"

(The referee counts ...1 ...2 ...3-no! Whisper just gets his shoulder up. Williams is pissed. He pins Whipser again …1 …2 …another kick out! John gets up, stamping on the mat, and gives Whisper a hard kick to the ribs. He stands over the prone Whisper and bends over to lock in a camel clutch. Whisper suddenly pops up, his head connecting with Williams' chin. Williams stumbles back holding his chin as Whisper gets up clutching the top of his head. Williams goes to clothesline, but Whisper ducks and begins rocking him with punch after punch. He tries to whip Williams into the ropes, but John reverses and whips Whisper into the ropes. Whisper comes off the ropes and stuns Williams with the Lockjaw. John stumbles back, jaw in hand, and gets leveled with a running calf kick from Whisper. The cruiserweight ascends to the top rope and waits for Williams to slowly get back to his feet. Williams turns around, still dazed, and Whisper leaps off, hitting the larger man with a spinning wheel kick. Williams wisely rolls out of the ring, trying to regain his breath. The referee starts counting …1 …2 …3 …4. Whisper, who has had enough catching of his breath, leapfrogs over the referee onto the top rope and springboards off, hitting John Williams with a shooting star press! Both men are down!)

HS: "What a move by Whisper!"

FJ: "Go Whisper! C'mon, get up!"

(Both men get up around the same time as the referee's count reaches 4. Williams charges Whisper, but Whisper uses his momentum in order to lift him up over his shoulders.)

FJ: "Feedback time!"

HS: "Yes, wait-no!"

(Williams is able to slip off of Whisper's shoulders behind him and nails a reverse DDT as the referee's count reaches 6. Williams picks Whisper up and tosses him back into the ring before following him in. Whisper is getting to his feet, but Williams grabs him from behind and picks him up before dropping him down with a back suplex. After a few stomps to Whisper, he picks the cruiserweight up and whips him into the ropes. But Whisper hangs on, stopping his momentum. Williams charges him, but Whisper pulls a drop toe hold out of nowhere and Williams goes throat-first onto the middle rope. Whisper gets up and puts his weight down on John, choking him on the rope. The referee will have none of this and begins the five-count, Whisper letting go at four-and-a-half. As Williams is getting up, Whisper runs at him and attempts a head scissor takedown, but Williams reverses it and slings him over one shoulder. Whisper struggles and slips behind him. John turns around and Whisper leaps up for a hurricanrana. But Williams is able to stay on his feet! He reverses Whisper's momentum, lifting him back into the air before bringing him down with a huge powerbomb!)

HS: "What a reversal by Williams! These two have been going back and forth!"

FJ: "Well, neither of them wants to be left out of the Underground match for the United States Title."

(Williams pins Whisper ...1 ...2 ... Whisper gets a hand on the bottom rope! John Williams has a look on his face asking ‘What do I have to do to knock him out?' The answer comes to him quickly. He picks Whisper up for All She Wrote, reverse pressing him over his head. But Whisper squirm out of his grip and falls behind him, grabbing his head for a neckbreaker in the process! Both men lay on the mat, exhausted. The referee begins counting. At four, Whisper has rolled to the ropes and is starting to use them to get up. At the count of five, Williams is starting to get back up. By seven, Whisper is up and Williams is on one knee. Whisper runs at Williams and sends him back down with a running head scissor takedown. Williams gets back up and Whisper goes to throw him into the ropes. Williams reverses the whip and Whisper bounces off the ropes. Williams ducks down for a back body drop, but Whisper sees it coming and counters with a facebuster to his knee. Williams takes a step back, looking a little dazed. Whisper kicks him in the gut and plants him with a half-nelson facebuster.)

HS: "With the way these men have been countering each other, it's impossible to say who's going to win."

FJ: "I think that Whisper's going to take over from here. John Williams' tank has to be running on empty."

HS: "Perhaps, but Whisper has to be pretty close to empty as well. If John Williams can manage to counter one more move, I think he may have Whisper."

(Whisper has climbed to the top rope, facing the crowd. He looks out at the mass of people, who despite his stance on them, are cheering as they look forward to another high risk move from the former Cruiserweight Champion. Whisper doesn't disappoint them as he backflips and corkscrews in the air, hitting John Williams with a Whisper in the Wind legdrop.)

FJ: "What a move! This has to be it!"

HS: "But Whisper's not pinning him!"

FJ: "What? Why?"

(The ‘why' becomes evident as Whisper grabs John Williams' leg and begins kicking it. The adrenaline that must have numbed the pain from the leg until now is not doing the job anymore as John Williams' face is contorted in agony. Whisper drops his knee onto the crook of Williams' knee. He straightens back up and starts to lock in a standing leg lock and knee wrench.)

FJ: "He's going for Kein Entweichen! I have no idea what that means, but it sounds cool and it's going to be painful."

HS: "It means ‘No Escape' in German and if he locks it in there will be no escape for John Williams."

(John Williams obviously knows what's coming isn't going to be good for him. With a surge of strength, he pushes Whisper off of him. Whisper's head careens off of the turnbuckle and he stumbles backwards into the grip of John Williams. John picks him up and nails a backbreaker. He hangs on and hits another one! And another one! And another!)

HS: "John Williams is trying to break Whisper in half with that Spinal Alignment!"

FJ: "You know what you were saying earlier about John Williams needing one more counter to beat Whisper? I think he's gotten it!"

(Whisper's back meets John's knee violently for a fifth time and all the strength seems to have gone out of the cruiserweight. John Williams lifts him up as if for a sixth straight backbreaker, but heaves Whisper up over his shoulder and drives him headfirst into the mat with a sit-out tombstone piledriver. Whisper falls on his back and Williams, almost completely exhausted, simply plants a hand on Whisper's chest. The referee counts …1 …2 … Whisper kicks out, albeit not very strongly. John Williams shakes his head in amazement and moves around to pin Whisper with his full weight, hooking the leg. The referee counts again …1 …2 … Whisper kicks out again!)

HS: "I can't believe this! Whisper still has the strength to kick out!"

FJ: "Both of these men are absolutely driven to get into the US Underground. I don't know how this is going to end. It may be that both of these men are going into the Underground: one into the title match, the other in a coffin!"

HS: "Don't say that, Frank!"

(Williams picks Whisper up and whips him into the corner, following it up with a huge clothesline that knocks Whisper off of his feet. John goes to whip Whisper into the opposite turnbuckle, but Whisper somehow uses his momentum to reverse the Irish whip and send the larger man into the turnbuckle with authority. Whisper closes in on him, running with what's left of his momentum. John Williams ducks the desperation clothesline from Whisper and comes out of the corner. Whisper slams into the corner and turns around. John Williams charges in. Whisper readies and lifts Williams for a spinebuster.)

FJ: "Killjoy time!"

(Whisper turns the move and drops Williams sitting on the top turnbuckle. Whisper springboards off the middle rope, landing a big dropkick to the gut. Whisper rolls to his feet as Williams leans forward. Whisper hops to the top rope with what must be his last bit of athleticism. Whisper hooks Williams' arms.)

HS: "Looks like Whisper is going for the Eavesdrop!"

(Whisper is going for the Eavesdrop, and flies off the turnbuckle, slamming Williams face-first into the mat!)

FJ: "The Eavesdrop! It's over! Whisper is going to go on to the United States Underground!"

(Whisper, on his knees after the move, breathes heavily, blowing the blue hair away from his angered face. The anger softens and a sadistic smile spreads across Whisper's face. Whisper drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring. The referee makes a motion, asking Whisper what he is doing. Whisper begins walking away from the ring and up the ramp. The referee is yelling, but Whisper only smiles. The referee starts his ten count with a resounding (1!) Whisper continues slowly up the ramp with Justin close behind. John Williams starts to stir around 3 and is to his knees by 5. Williams grabs the ropes and comes to standing position in the corner by 6. He looks around for Whisper. He finds only referee counting 8.)

HS: "What the hell is Whisper doing?"

(Finally, Whisper reaches the top of the ramp and turns around. Williams spots Whisper and locks eyes with the blue haired superstar. Whisper smiles as the referee counts the 10th count and turns, passing Williams to call for the bell which rings.)

ANNOUNCER: "The winner of this match as a result of a count-out, John Williams!"

(Williams face is a mix of anger and confusion. The face of Whisper is only a smile. The referee raises Williams' hand. Whisper backs through the entrance with a slight wave to the new Underground contender for the United States title.)

FJ: "What? What the heck just happened?"

HS: "Whisper just handed the United States title match to John Williams!"

FJ: "Wait! No! That's not right! Referee! He just forgot to pin him! Restart the match!"

HS: "That means Whisper will be in John Williams corner for the US Underground match!"

FJ: "Why, Whisper! Whyyyy?"

(We cut to the back and fade in on a hallway. Sebastian Blood is seen walking down it, apparently to return to Lady Ashe's locker room. As he is going down it, he hears the sound of a harmonica playing, followed by evil laughter. On cue, the lights begin to blink as if they're about to go out. Sensing trouble, the manager begins to make a run for it. However, after a few feet the lights go completely out. There is the sound of an intense fight followed by silence. We then hear the sound of a rope being drawn taut. When the lights come back on, we see an incapciatated and battered Sebastian Blood hanging from a rope! Several attendants happen to spot him and they scream for help as our shot cuts back to the announcer's table.)

HS: "Well, I'm not sure what has happened and who was responsible for it, but I have a feeling Sebastian Blood might have been taken out of the equation for any matches tonight."

FJ: "Come on, Herb! The harmonica, the rope, the hanging! It can only be..."

HS: "Fans, we are going backstage again!"

(We again cut to back and the camera follows a man walking with a purpose and carrying a clipboard. He gives a nod every now and then as he passes AWA personnel. He stops at the door of "The Superstar" Colin Baird and raps on it with the board, but gets no reply. He tries again, but in vain. Sighing, he opens the door slightly.)

MAN: "Mr. Baird?"

(No answer.)

MAN: "Mr. Baird? Colin Baird, time sir, your is up soon and you are expected for an interview as well."

(The man walks in to see Colin's clothes hung neatly on the rack. His bag is stowed away under the bench and a bottle of water sits on the bench, its cap off lying to the side. There is the sound of a shower running. The man lets out a sigh of relief and walks towards the shower room. There is no door and steam flows freely from the archway. The man stops here.)

MAN: "Mr. Baird..."

(There is movement.)

MAN: "You have about three minutes before your interview."

(A grunt of acknowledgement echoes from the shower room and the man shakes his head. He leaves, checking off his list. The camera angle shifts as it moves closer to the steam and a limb lunges out of the mist; it looks scolded. Wet smokey steam rises from the burned, angry, red skin. The blackened fingernails become gray as it grips the wall, as we cut back to Herb and Frank.)

FJ: "Man, Colin Baird should have taken more care of his physical hygiene while taking his time to do whatever it was he was doing these past months."

(The lights dim in the arena and Sabbath's "Supernaut" explodes through the PA. The crowd gets to their feet and begin to cheer. On the tron are various highlights of Saidogai's AWA career. Saidogai then walks out from the crowd and stops in the middle of the aisle, looking through the arena. He begins to walk down the ramp to the ring. Saidogai stops in the middle of the ramp and begins to snap punches and kicks. Pyros explode at the stage and the lights flicker red, going with Saidogai's attacks it seems. He heads up the steel steps and steps into the ring though the middle and top rope, just after the lights return to a steady red and the pryos stop. He removes his shirt and raises his hands in the air and the crowd cheers louder. The lights return to normal and Saidogai begins to stretch, waiting for his opponent to enter.)

HS: "Well, Saidogai looks ready, which is a good thing since he is pulling double duty tonight."

FJ: "He better be ready, Cynder is no pushover."

("Inhale" by Stone Sour hits the PA as images of Cynder's recent highlights begin to play on the AWAtron in pieces of shattered glass. The man himself soon walks out from behind the curtain accompanied by rapidly flashing blacklights that distort his appearance. He steadily stalks to the ring, violence seeping from his form. As he reaches the ring he slowly climbs the turnbuckle and looks out at the fans with an expression of utter contempt. He then falls back into his corner and waits for the bell)

HS: "We are about ready to go in this No Limit Round Robin match."

(The bell rings and the two men come together. Saidogai uses his size to begin to back Cynder into the corner, but in the process Cynder steps out and then in behind locking in a hammer lock on Saidogai. Saidogai struggles but manages to get loose, and lock in a hammer lock of his own.)

HS: "A surprisingly technical start to this match from two men who are not really known for there technical prowess."

FJ: "Yeah, but there is a title on the line here."

HS: "Well, not quite yet, but there sure is twenty points on the line."

(Cynder quickly ducks out of the hammer lock of Saidogai, but instead of locking in another of his own he pushes him off. Saidogai stumbles a bit and then when he turns around he runs into a big boot from Cynder. Saidogai falls to the mat and Cynder follows up his boot with an elbow and a quick cover that only gets him a one count. After the kick out Cynder quickly climbs back to his feet and pulls his opponent with him. He whips him to the ropes and as Saidogai returns Cynder catches him with a clothesline which again knocks the large man to the ground.)

HS: "Cynder has come out on fire here, and he has Saidogai in trouble right now."

FJ:" I said he would, Cynder is the man. I am going to make a prediction now that he is going to go on to win this whole thing, he is going to be the next No Limit Champion."

HS: "Well, there is still a long way to go both in this match and the tournament, so I would not make a call like that so soon."

(Cynder continues to work away on Saidogai, he drops a leg across his chest and then quickly grabs and arm and locks in an armbar. Saidogai feels the pain instantly but is unwilling to tap out. The ref checks with him but he screams a resounding no. Cynder pulls tighter but still gets a no response from Saidogai, and finally after nearly a minute of the intense pain of the arm bar Saidogai is able to reach out and just grab the ring ropes causing the hold to be broken.)

HS: "That was damn close, Cynder almost had a submission win there, but somehow Saidogai managed to hold on long enough to escape"

FJ: "Escape for now."

(Cynder climbs to his feet and is pulling Saidogai up with him when Saidogai surprises Cynder and gets him in a roll up which earns him a two count. The shock of the move takes its effect on Cynder for a moment but he is quickly back on Saidogai as he whips him ot the ropes, as Saidogai returns Cynder goes for another big boot but Saidogai manages to duck and go behind. Cynder quickly turns around but catches a right hand in the mouth, which is followed by another. Cynder swings back but Saidogai ducks again and Cynder spins all the way around and when he comes back Saidogai catches him with a belly to belly suplex.)

HS: "And that is how quickly things can turn around."

FJ: "Oh well, I am sure it will turn again shortly"

(Saidogai stays on Cynder after the belly to belly as he quickly pulls him to his feet and backs him into the corner. Saidogai then drives a back elbow into the jaw of Cynder. Saidogai backs up and Cynder stumbles out of the corner only to get caught with a hard knife edge chop which drops him to the canvas once again. Saidogai drops an elbow onto Cynder and then hooks a leg for a cover. The ref quickly drops into position and counts 1.....2.... Kick out by Cynder)

HS: "Oh, a near fall there."

FJ: "Yes, but only a near fall, Herb. And of course, close only counts in horse shoes and hand grenades."

(Not even taking a second to question the call Saidogai pulls himself and his opponent to his feet. He then lifts Cynder up onto his shoulders and holds him for a moment before dropping him with a Death Valey Driver. He then quickly rolls on top and again hooks the leg for the cover. The ref is quickly into position and begins his count. 1......)

HS: "What a move this one could be over."

(......2.... Kick out by Cynder.)

HS: "Oh, a last minute kickout by Cynder and this one is still going."

FJ: "That was damn close, Summers, what a match, I love it. Well, except that no one has been hurt."

(Saidogai this time take a look at the ref to question the count, he is quickly back to his opponent, and begins to lift him up. But Cynder the opportunist is able to sneak a low blow in which drops Saidogai to his knees. The ref does not see it but he questions Cynder anyways, who denies it completely.)

HS: "I guess cheating is one way to save yourself."

FJ: "I am dissapointed in you, it is only cheating if you get caught and he never got caught, did he?"

HS: "You are a weak person, Frank, I dont know how you can think that is okay."

(Cynder uses the low blow to his advantage and is up to his feet first. He pulls Saidogai up and backs him into the corner, then whips him across the ring to the far corner. Saidogai hits the turnbuckles hard and Cynder follows him in with a violent clothesline. Saidogai takes one step out of the corner then drops to the mat. Cynder looks down at him with a devious smile on his face then he lifts him to his feet and lifts him up into a torture rack.)

HS: "I know where this is going, and if he hits this, not only will it be a showing of amazing strength, but it will be the end of the match."

(Cynder then pushes Saidogai off his shoulders into a powerbomb and drops him right on his neck. Cynder then quickly drops onto Saidogai for the cover.)

HS: "Lights out, folks, this one is going to be over."

FJ: "What stregth from Cynder, Saidogai is no small man."

HS: "I have to admit it was a hell of a strength move to perform on such a large man."

(The ref drops into position and counts 1.....2......3! Cynder climbs off of his opponent and begins to glare into the jeering crowd.)

HS: "Cynder has won here and puts 20 points on the board for himself in the No Limit Round Robin tournament. And even with a great performance, Saidogai walks away the loser. But I think he will go far, and this tournament is not over for him at all."

(Suddenly, we hear the sounds of a harmonica wailing over the arena's PA system. The lights go out for several moments and when they come back on, we see a disoriented Cynder standing in the middle of the ring. Perched atop a turnbuckle behind the massive AWA superstar is none other than The Hangman.)

HS: "It's The Hangman!"

FJ: "Look at his arm!"

(The crowd gasps as they see that his right arm is wrapped in barbed wire. As Cynder slowly turns around to see what the commotion is about, The Hangman leaps off and connects with a VICIOUS lariat clothesline. Cynder falls down like a ton of bricks as The Hangman begins to repeatedly pummel Cynder with the barbed wire wrapped arm. Several gashes open up as Cynder tries to fight to his feet to no avail. Eventually, the clubbing blows and the loss of blood cause him to black out.)

HS: "This shouldn't be happening, Cynder has a second match later on tonight!"

(Motioning towards the rafters, we then see a rope lower as The Hangman starts to put his head into the noose. However, he stops as he regards Cynder. Going over, he hoists his head into the noose instead and the rope begins to get raised. The lights flicker and then go out once more. When they come back on once again, The Hangman is nowhere to be found. Officials rush to the ring and eventually get Cynder down from his predictament. We cut to President Gray's office. The camera focuses on him, but he is clearly looking past it. As the camera shot goes wide, we see Low standing on the other side of the desk, leaning against the table with both his fists, staring Gray right into the eyes. The look on Low's face is one of anger, but Gray does not seem to be backing down one bit.)

LOW: "No matter what threats you are making, no matter what consequences you are announcing, I will keep doing whatever I feel like. You would be stupid to suspend me or fire me, Gray, you are a good business man, you know who is putting asses in the seats around here."

GRAY: "Make no mistake about it, Low. If you do to anyone what you did to BlackJack, if you cause me the pain of having to change all the advertising because you feel like taking out one of my main eventers, then you will soon find out that I am dead serious. Now, you better get out of my office and prepare for your match, because if you keep annoying me like this, I may take YOU out... out of your King Of The Kage qualifying match!"

(Low is breathing deeply, his face a mask of anger, but he stays calm, slams his right fist on Gray's desk and storms out of the office without saying another word. We cut back to the arena and "5/4" begins to feel the arena as the lights die down. Smoke bellows around the entrance ramp and John Rourke steps through the cloud. Masked by the shadows and smoke the glow of a cigarette is the only thing visible. As Rourke walks through the smoke and towards the ring he flicks the cigarette aside and shoves both hands into the pockets of his overcoat. Once in the ring he throws his coat over the ropes and waits for his opponent. )

FJ: "What's with everyone in the AWA taking up smoking?"

("Big Poppa" by Notorious B.I.G. plays and bright white explosions set off on the entrance ramp. The crowd begins to boo heavily as Poppa, with his arm around the lovely Tiffany, walks onto the entrance ramp wearing his wrestling attire of white basketball shoes and a pair of blue basketball shorts. Poppa is also wearing a crimson T-shirt with the sleeves cut-off and in off-white cursive letters it reads "Epitome of Physical Fitness" on the front. Poppa jumps up onto the ring apron as Tiffany, wearing a black mini-skirt, a low-cut sleeveless pink blouse, large hoop earrings, and black high heels, walks up the ring steps. Poppa climbs through the ropes and poses for the crowd to a mass of boos, while Tiffany bends over seductively through the ropes and into the ring.)

FJ: "Now this is what makes the AWA great!"

HS: " Well, Poppa is a very well built and successful AWA star."

FJ: " I was talking about Tiffany's backside, moron!"

(As Tiffany leaves the ring, the bell rings. Both wrestlers are now letting the fist fly, rights, rights, and more rights, both men not giving an inch until Rourke swings for the home run ball and Poppa ducks. Rourke's momentum spins him around and Poppa hits a huge backdrop.)

FJ: "See, look at that, pure skill."

HS: "Please, stop before you get started."

FJ: "Oh, too late."

HS: "Damn."

(Poppa is up and stomping away at Rourke. Then Poppa goes down to pick up Rourke when all of the sudden Poppa has been locked up in a small package. Then the ref counts.)

ONE

TWO

(Poppa kicks out and both men are on their feet and staring at one another. Poppa does a flex to show his muscles and the fans boo him for it. Rourke just looks at Poppa and laughs. Poppa, getting ahead of himself, charges at Rourke who side steps and tosses Poppa between the ropes and out onto the outside. Rourke slides out of the ring and kicks Poppa in the gut and whips him hard into the steel steps. The fans cheer in approval.)

HS: "Rourke has some cruel intentions in mind."

FJ: " Well, not for long!"

(Poppa doubles over and slides back into the ring somehow and Rourke follows.)

HS: "Okay then, here we go."

FJ: "Yeah... again."

(Rourke comes out and applies an arm lock to Poppa who counters into a hammer lock and pushes away, slapping Rourke on the back of the head as he does it.)

FJ: "He bitched slapped him!"

HS: "Uh.... no, I won't say it."

(Rourke turns around and acts as if he is going to lock up when instead he snap kicks Poppa in the gut and plants him with a DDT. Rourke pops up and goes to the top rope. With Poppa still down, Rourke comes off with a huge twisting moonsault.)

HS: "POPPA WITH THE KNEES UP!"

FJ: "OH YEAH!!!!"

(Rourke grabs his stomach and rolls over to the corner of the ring. Poppa is up and begins stomping the gut of Rourke. After a few more hard boots, Poppa lifts Rourke up and whips him over to the other corner and tries to follow it up with a splash, but Rourke ducks it and Poppa's face hits the turnbuckle and pops up turning around. Rourke goes for his version of the diamond cutter but Poppa pushes him away and when Rourke turns around to attack again, Poppa lifts him and slams him hard with a HUGE spinebuster, as Tiffany cheers her man on.)

HS: "OH MY GOD THAT JUST BROKE HIS BACK!"

FJ: "I hope so."

(Poppa looks down at Rourke and then walks around and grabs his head and lifts him up. Poppa sets him up and hits a simple suplex. He reaches down to catch his breath when Rourke comes out of nowhere with a diamond cutter.)

FJ: "DAMNIT!"

HS: "DID YOU SEE THAT!"

FJ: "Yeah, Poppa was knocked out, no fair!"

HS: "What a move, I thought Rourke was out!"

(Rourke gets his second wind of the match and rolls Poppa over and begins stomping on his gut, over and over and over again. Finally Rourke steps away from Poppa who rolls to his knees and spits up a small amount of blood.)

HS: "Well, there is your blood."

FJ: "WRONG BLOOD!"

(Rourke hits the mat, as he wants Poppa to get up. Finally Poppa is up and... OUCH! Rourke with a sickening leaping sidekick to the face of Poppa. Barely with his eyes open he sees Rourke going for another shot. Poppa moves at the last second and Rourke, not being able to stop, lands on the top rope, clutching his groin. Rourke is on his back holding his nether-regions.)

HS: "Holy hell, that had to hurt!"

FJ: "GET HIM DONE!!!!!"

HS: "The hell?"

FJ: "Nothing, GO Poppa! COME ON!"

(Poppa falls to his knees, crawling as fast as he can toward the ropes and gets to it. Poppa is staggering. Rourke is now up, back turned to Poppa but that doesn't matter, as Poppa lands a sick axehandle smash to the back of Rourke's head and then one more huge shot that knocks him to the floor. Rourke drops to his knees and then on his side. He turns him over and makes the cover.)

HS: "HERE WE GO!"

FJ: "You say that too much"

HS: "Bite me"

ONE

TWOOOOOOO

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

HS: "HE KICKED OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

FJ: "How in all that is holy!!!!!!!"

(Poppa can't believe it and slowly gets to his feet. Poppa reaches down and picks up Rourke and goes for The Big Up, but not being able to turn Rourke the right way gets Poppa nailed with a DDT of sorts. Both men are on their back, sucking in air.)

HS: "WHAT A COUNTER! This match has been hell so far."

FJ: "I WANNA SEE MORE!"

(Poppa sits up appearing to have gotten his second or third wind. He gets to his feet, staggering, as he lifts Rourke up and goes for a scoop slam, but Rourke reverses again and nails a reverse DDT. Rourke hooks the leg.)

ONE

TWO

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

HS: "NO! KICK OUT!!!!"

FJ: "YESSSS!!!!!"

(The fans are now on their feet, screaming their lungs out as Rourke rolls himself out of the ring and falls to the floor. After he catches his breath, he finally goes over to Poppa and picks him up. He lands a few hard rights and lefts and then puts him against the corner. Rourke gets atop the turnbuckle and signals for a splash.)

HS: "HE WOULDNT!!!!"

FJ: "NO! OH PLEASE NO!"

(As soon as Rourke leaps into the air, Poppa explodes out of the corner, and jumping up spears Rourke in mid-air, taking them back right into the turnbuckle. The fans explode into cheers as both men are down.)

HS: "Poppa hit a spear that took Rourke backward and both men went crashing into the same turnbuckle Rourke leaped from."

FJ: "I told you Poppa was smart!"

(The ref checks both wrestlers and Poppa is up to one knee and then barley standing. He drags Rourke by the feet. Poppa then takes Rourke's feet up under his arms and drops back and Rourke hits face first into the turnbuckle. Poppa then charges trying to spear Rourke in the back but Rourke hits a hard back elbow that pops Poppa up, holding his nose. Rourke then takes Poppa and sets him up and hits the the Cougar Bomb on the much larger man.)

HS: "HE JUST USED POPPA''S MOVE!"

FJ: "SUE, SUE!"

(Rourke puts an arm over Poppa, and the count.)

ONE!!!!!!!!!

TWOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(The crowd boos at Poppa flips over on his gut. Rourke slaps the mat, both wrestlers drained of all energy.)

HS: "HE JUST KICKED OUT!!!!!"

FJ: "THANK GOD!"

(Tiffany distracts the referee by kneeling up onto the apron. She pulls herself up so that she is standing on the apron. The referee tends to her and demands that she return to the arena floor.)

HS: "Oh no! Look at Poppa."

(Poppa digs into his blue basketball shorts and pulls out a pair of brass knuckles. With the referee distracted, Poppa winds up and nails John Rourke in the face with the brass knuckles. Tiffany slides down the apron onto the arena floor and smiles to the fans at ringside.)

FJ: "That's beautiful. That was the surprise that Poppa was talking about."

(Poppa hides the brass knuckles and goes for the cover.)

ONE

TWO

THREEEEEEE!!!

(The crowd boos insanely as Poppa celebrates. John is out cold on the mat, a small cut on the top of his nose. Tiffany stands over him and laughes.)

HS: "He's done it. It took a pair of brass knuckles, but he's done it."

FJ: "That was beautiful."

(Backstage, we see Orlando Ortega and Apollo in the catering area and exchanging some words.)

ORTEGA: "Hola, hermano, wassup?"

APOLLO: "Nothing, just out and about, seeing how everyone was doing."

ORTEGA: "Hey, man, I just wanted to ask you, did you see that rather large, mysterious stage hand out there earlier?"

APOLLO: "Stage hand, mysterious? Why no? I certainly don't know what you mean."

ORTEGA: "But he was..."

APOLLO: "You must have been seeing things, man. Everything was perfectly normal."

ORTEGA: "But... oooh! I mean, oh, you're probably right. Perfectly normal. It's probably just those mai tai's I had earlier."

APOLLO: "It's probably for the best if you just forgot about it."

ORTEGA: "Yeah, you're right. Let's go see if we can sneak into the girl's locker room."

APOLLO: "What?"

ORTEGA: "I'm kidding!"

APOLLO: "OH... right... yeah."

(We cut back into the arena.)

FJ: "What was the point of that?"

HS: "I have no idea, Frank. Anyway, ladies and gentlemen, we have just gotten word that our next match for the AWA Tag Team title has been changed by President Gray. Folks, due to circumstances beyond the control of the AWA, the Tag Team title match will now be contested under sudden death rules, meaning the first team to gain a pinfall or submission will be the new AWA Tag Team Champions."

FJ: "You know what, Herb, I hate it, but I agree, this match might be damn exciting. No more easy pinfalls, there will be all kinds of wild going on."

HS: "That there will, and it is about to start."

("I'm Going Out" by Mobb Deep kicks in and a huge ovation from the crowd greets C-Rock and Jeff Christianson. The two look very concentrated as they make their way to the ring talking strategy the entire time. They both climb into the ring and take a corner in the far of the ring. They continue to discuss the upcoming match as "I'm Going Out" slowly fades out. Moments after the song fades, an instrumental version of "Breakdown" hits the speakers in the arena. Not many AWA fans fully recognize it yet, but some do know it belongs to AWA's newest tag team, TALENT. Sure enough, TALENT make their way out from behind the curtain, wearing sleeveless fur coats over their ring attire. They receive quite a mixed reaction from the audience as they make their way down the aisle towards the ring. Jake Silas and Dominic Burke both brag about themselves to anyone in the immediate crowd who will listen, but when it comes down to a fan or two who want to reach out and touch one of these gods, they pull back and tell them off. Dominic leaps up onto the ring apron and climbs inside the ring while Jake takes the stairs and stands at the top, once again boasting about himself to the audience. Inside the ring, both men stand on the second turnbuckle in opposite corners as flash bulbs go off across the arena. Eventually, they both remove their coats and reside in their corner, playing rock-paper-scissors to see who will wrestle first.)

HS: "Two different strategies so far. Bad Blood enter the match extremely focused, and Jake Silas and Dominc Burke of Talent both look relaxed. Which of these will be the winning strategy, or will it be either?"

(Xtreme Jeff makes his way down to the ring followed shortly thereafter by Saidogai. Both men seem ready but the lack of team unity is obvious. They slap hands and take a corner, but still they are obviously a bit off in the format. "Welcome to the Jungle" hits the speakers and moments later Andreas Lasiewicz steps through the curtain and onto the ramp. Then, not more than a few short seconds after that, Cynder follows him and the two men make their way to the ring. They seem together and ready to go. The two men take a corner and all four teams begin to talk.)

FJ: "I wonder how physically able to compete Cynder is here after that attack by The Hangman earlier on."

HS: "I'm sure it will have its effects, Frank, after all, he attacked him barbed wire."

FJ: "Yeah, and Cynder is bandaged on quite a few bodyparts."

HS: "Anyway, the action is almost set to begin here, all we need now is to find out who the special mystery referee is."

FJ: "I know."

HS: "Sure you do, Frank, sure you do."

("Sadness" by Enigma reverbs from the speakers and, amidst burning brimstone flood letters spelling the name QUADE DESADE, Quade deSade stands at the top of the ramp, wearing a referee shirt. He slowly walks down the ramp and then enters the ring. The lights come back on and DeSade stands mid ring, and it seems as if he is focusing alot of attention on Dark Warrior.)

HS: "Wow, Quade DeSade has just been announced here as the special referee for this match, and folks I have to tell you that Dark Warrior seems very dissapointed by this."

FJ: "Oh well, this is going to be great. DeSade is going to make the law stick in this match."

HS: "That he will. And later tonight he gets to face Colin Baird."

(DeSade gets two men into the ring and rings the bell. The starting competitors are Saidogai and Andreas Lassiewicz. The two men come together and lock up with Saidogai backing Lassie into the corner. DeSade calls for the clean break which Saidogai does, but Lassiewicz does not so much listen and as Saidogai is backing up, Lassie drills him on the chin with a hard right hand. Saidogai stumbles back a bit and Lassie charges out of the corner with a hard clothesline that takes Saidogai to the mat. He springs up but Lassie drops him again Again Saidogai gets up, but very groggily this time. Lassie then whips him to the corner and Saidogai hits hard, but as he hits, the man in the corner, Dominic Burke, slaps Saidogai on the back and tags himself in. Burke climbs in and begins to size up Lassie.)

HS: "A heads up move there by Burke."

FJ: "Okay, I dont get it how is getting in the ring with a dangerous man like Lasiewicz a wise move?"

HS: "Well, he knows that he cannot win the match standing on the apron."

(Burke quickly makes his way across the ring and he and Lassie lock up. Burke quickly pulls out and raises a knee into the midsection of Lassie, doubling him over. Burke follows this up with a knee to the face and then, grabbing Lassie by the head, Burke pulls him backwards, driving his back and the back of his head into the mat. Burke quickly springs to his feet, drops a leg across the chest of Lassie and covers, but only gets a one count. Burke quickly pulls himself and Lassie up and drags him over to the Talent corner, where he tags in his partner Jake Silas. Silas enters the ring and, with Burke holding Lassie, he drills him in the midsection. Lassie doubles over and Silas nails him with a DDT. He then springs up and drives an elbow into the chest of Lassie and goes for a cover, only to have the cover broken up after a two count by Cynder. Silas then gets to his feet and begins to argue with Cynder. As this is happening, Dark Warrior jumps in the ring and drags Lassie over to his corner. Getting the attention of Quade, Dark Warrior tags himself in and ambushes Silas with a double axe handle between the shoulder blades.)

HS: "Another bout of trickery, I think all of these men want to get into this match quite badly."

FJ: "Of course they do, Herb. It is like I said before, you cannot win the title standing on the apron."

HS: "Like YOU said?"

FJ: "Watch the match, Herb! Come one, do you job for once!"

(DW starts a relentless attack on Silas. He whips him to the corner and hits a number of knife edge chops before whipping him back across the the ring. DW then follows him across and hits a jumping splash. Silas falls to the mat, but as he hits, he reaches up and slaps an outstretched hand, the hand of Xtreme Jeff. XTJ jumps into the ring and goes after Dark Warrior and the two lock up. Dark Warrior takes the advantage and works XTJ back to the corner. Quade again calls for the clean break and DW is ready to do just that. He throws his arms back away from his opponent, but in the process he bumps DeSade. DW turns around and he and the ref begin to have words with DeSade actually pushing DW. DW takes exception to this and pushes DeSade back. More words are exchanged and DW is just about to swing at DeSade, when he is caught from behind by XTJ with a bulldog. XTJ quickly rolls DW over and covers. DeSade gets into position and counts, but only gets to a count of two before the kick out.)

HS: "This match is getting pretty wild, so much action, not to mention the hostility between the ref and Dark Warrior."

FJ: "I love it, Herb, I just hope someone gets hurt."

HS: "You are a disturbed man, Frank."

(Dark Warrior is able to roll away as XTJ argues the count with DeSade. DW tags the closest person to him who just happens to be Cynder. Cynder comes into the ring, taps XTJ on the shoulder and as he turns, Cynder drops him with a right hand. XTJ gets back up, but is dropped again. He gets up again and this time Cynder whips him to the ropes. On his return he puts him down hard with a big boot that connects square on the chin.)

HS: "Cynder has come in on fire here and Xtreme Jeff is paying the price."

FJ: "Considering what he went through earlier on, Cynder looks remarkably well here. I doubt, though, he can take a lot of punishment tonight."

(Cynder pulls XTJ back to his feet and backs him into his own corner and drapes his arms over the top ropes. He then steps back a couple of steps and drives a foot into his chest. This again cripples XTJ and Cynder just tosses him aside and watches as XTJ tags the nearest person, who is C-Rock. C-Rock climbs in and he and Cynder size each other up.)

HS: "I kinda wonder about Cynder's choices there. He might have been able to win this for his team, but he tossed the man away and watched as he tagged a fresh opponent."

FJ: "Just watch, Herb, you will see what Cynder is doing."

(C-Rock and Cynder move to hook up, but C-Rock side steps him and hits a couple of staggering right hands. Cynder takes a couple of steps back and C-Rock whips him to the ropes and catches him with a clothesline, taking Cynder down. C-Rock locks in a chin lock and begins to wear Cynder down, slowing the pace slightly. Cynder takes a few moments to recover from the clothesline, but after spending about twenty seconds in the chin lock, he begins to make his way to his feet. Staying one step ahead, C-Rock turns the chin lock into a sleeper.)

HS: "Look out, Cynder might be in trouble here."

FJ: "Not over, Herb, just wait."

(Cynder slowly begins to fade in the sleeper, but he is able to muster up enough energy to fall into the corner, driving C-Rock into the corner as well. C-Rock is able to keep a hold on Cynder, but in the process Cynder, who ended up in the right corner, holds his hand up and his partner tags him and waits for a moment for C-Rock to move back out into the middle of the ring. Lassie gets in and with C-Rock's back turned, he grabs him in a sleeper hold of his own. This breaks C-Rock's sleeper, and Lassie gains full advantage. He holds the sleeper for just a moment before pulling C-Rock down with a sleeping neck breaker. Lassie covers, but DW is able to break the count before the three count. DeSade and DW argue over DW entering the ring. As this is going on, the ring fills up as Jake Silas and Saidogai both enter the ring and go after one of the men in the ring. DeSade turns around to see the melee happening, but cannot do anything to stop it.)

HS: "Quade DeSade is losing control of this match and quickly."

FJ:" Come on, DeSade, kick some ass and show them who's boss."

(The brawl continues inside the ring. Slowly things slow back down and we are down to just two men. Lassie quickly tags Cynder in again and as he enters, Lassie whips C-Rock to the ropes. He comes off and Lassie catches him with a back drop right into a power bomb by Cynder. Cynder goes for the cover, but Dominic Burke breaks the count. This causes Lassie to attack Burke and this takes DeSade's attention away from the match. DW is able to sneak into the ring, dropkickicking the sitting Cynder in the back of the head, which nearly knocks him out. DW then drags C-Rock to the corner and exits the ring just as DeSade has restored order. DeSade is kind of wondering what has happend, but continues without questions. C-Rock tags DW who instantly climbs the ropes and flies off the top turnbuckle with a frog splash, connecting violently with Cynder. DW bounces off, but he quickly pulls himself back on top and hooks a leg.)

HS: "What a turn of events, one minute Cynder has things under control thanks to a vicious tag team move by himself and Andreas Lasiewicz, and now he has just fallen victim to High Death by Dark Warrior!"

(DeSade drops into position and starts his count 1..... 2..... DeSade looks at DW with disgust and delays his count for just a second before bringing his hand down for the count of 3.)

HS: "This one is over folks, we have NEW AWA Tag Team Champions! For the third time Bad Blood are the AWA Tag Team Champs."

FJ: "Just like I said it would happen."

HS: "Okay I dont remember that, but I will not argue with you, I don't want to waste any time. Folks, this was a heck of a match, the team of Talent showed why they will no doubt be a force here in the AWA tag team division for a long time to come, and Andreas Lassiewicz wrestled his heart out tonight and he and Cynder damn near pulled it out. But it was not to be and Bad Blood will be leaving Hawaii with Tag Team gold around their waists."

(Suddenly, a man with a black jump suit and a black cap climbs over the guardrail and slides into the ring. He pushes Jeff Christianson, who bumps into Quade DeSade. Desade, thinking this was an attack by DW, kicks DW into the stomach and hits a DDT on him. The man with the cap quickly kicks C-Rock into the groin and then jits a Stunner. The cap falls off and we realize it is Low!)

FJ: "Low just attacked the man he is going to face next week for a spot in the King Of The Kage tournament!"

HS: "Just a few weeks ago, Low was the man who enabled Bad Blood to win their second Tag Team title, and one year ago at Revelations, Low lost the World Heavyweight title, to that very man, C-Rock!"

(Low briefly stares at Quade, then at Dark Warrior, before staring at C-Rock. He then spits at C-Rock to a massive chorus of boos, before climing out of the ring and walking up the ramp and to the back. After a few moments, Quade follows him up, while Lasiewicz and Cynder have entered the ring. Suddenly, we hear the haunting sounds of the harmonica once more. Red pyros go off from the top of the entrance ramp as Andreas quickly turns around to prepare for The Hangman's head-on assault.)

FJ: "This match is over, damnit!"

(Suddenly, The Hangman's steed steps out from the billowing smoke, yet as the smoke subsides, we see that the horse is without a rider! Sliding from under the ring behind Andreas, The Hangman doesn't even wait, as he hits Andreas with a boot to the back of the head! As Cynder wearily turns towards the source of the boot, he finds his head engulfed in one of The Hangman's meaty paws as he is mercilessly driven into the mat with a huge Southern Comfort Slam! Momentarily sliding outside of the ring, we see The Hangman as he reaches for... a makeshift branding iron with cloth stretched across the head and a bottle of Jack Daniels! Striking the iron over both of the fallen superstars, he then takes a swig and another of JD before throwing the bottle down. Reaching into his boot, he then pulls out a lighter. Spitting some of the JD back out onto the branding iron, we see it ablaze with fire.)

HS: "Didn't he do enough damage to these two men back at Springs And Breaks?"

(At this point, Andreas is slowly making his way back up to his feet. Right as he does, The Hangman bounces off the ropes and when Andreas turns towards him, The Hangman leaps into the air and RAMS the burning branding iron into his face. Andreas lets out a bloodcurdling scream as he writhes around on the mat. This time, The Hangman doesn't even call for the rope. One is lowered to him. Tying the noose around Andreas' feet, the rope gets drawn up until an upside down Andreas is eye-level with The Hangman. The Hangman's head lolls to one side as the two lock eyes. Then, The Hangman gives him one final boot to the head before the lights go out yet again and when they come back on, all we see are the incapacitated forms of Cynder and Andreas.)

HS: "This just isn't right! We have new Tag Team Champions, and Low, Quade and The Hangman feel the need to insert themselves into these guys' business. One of these days, all of them are going to pay!

(We cut to a commercial for the AWA's latest DVD release - "The AWA's Hottest Hits", featuring some of the best matches from 2005 so far. We return to the Blaisdell Arena as "Sadness" by Enigma starts playing. The lights in the arena go out and like a burning brimstone flood letters spelling the name QUADE DESADE form a fiery cruciform logo. Bathed in the flaming incandesence of his fiery cross, Quade DeSade stands at the top of the ramp. He ignores the crowd as he males his way down the ramp towards the ring.)

FJ: "This is creepy each and every time I see it, Herb. Quade is something different."

HS: "This match is part of the No Limit Round Robin, the winner obviously having an early advantage."

("Sadness" fades out and "#1" by Nelly begins to play. Yet as Colin Baird does not came out from the back, Quade grabs a microphone. Walking the ring, Quade stops to listen to the questioning murmers of the fans growing louder as "The Superstar" fails to appear at the top of the ramp.)

QUADE: "Cut the music. Listen carefully and tell me what you hear? Questions. Well, this is Revelations, so it is befitting I give you all a few answers."

(The crowd's anticipation and confusion mix as "The Fiery Cross" lets them talk among themselves, allowing the speculation to grow as he simpley tours the ring.)

QUADE: "I have returned, but why? Simple, it was time; do you really think AWA President Travis Gray's recent announcements were a spur of the moment inspiration? Do you think my sudden return was a sudden descision? Do you think it is coincidence that Colin Baird is here right now facing me down!???"

At the mention of his opponent's name the crowd cheers. Despite his arrogant image it is easy to see that memories of Quade's past deeds still make him less popular than many of the regular "bad guys". Quade's emblem suddenly ignites the giant video wall above the stage as the house lights go down again. A single light drops to the ring, isolating Quade from the darkness as he stares up at his namesake.)

QUADE: "There is no synchronisity, no chance happenstance. I have always walked my own path and still do and I always will. If that means I have to walk in the face of the storm, then so be it!"

(Quade raises his burned arm towards the flaming crucifix and tightens the scarred fist, which seems to signal for a set of pyros to ignite on the scaffold above the AWA logo. Cascading white fire drips as a figure seems to emerge from the bright white glare, a ghost at first that slowly grows darker as it drifts into a spotlight of its own. "The Superstar" Colin Baird hangs lipmly, a bath towel hung loosely around his waist. His arms are spread out across a beam and bound by chains that appear rusted, his legs are likwise bound together by lengths of chain and his head hangs limp. The Fiery Cross signs is swapped by a close up of Colin Bairds bloody and bruised face.)

QUADE: "No Limits they call this title!? So be it, I will not be bound by limits, I will not let convention by my cage let the others follow the rules. I will create my own order and reason. Gray has brought down the walls of the old order, I will rebuild it all in my image. I will speak speak no more, let the results of my actions speak of The Fiery Cross."

(The spotlight follows Quade out of the ring where he leaves the mic and then walks up the ramp to stand under the crucified Colin Baird. Reaching around the side of the entrance Quade can be seen holding a length of gleaming chain in both his hands that leads out of sight. Quade yanks on it once and hard, then again very hard and the sound like a ship's anchor dropping echoes over the screaming fans, as the helpless Colin Baird drops to the stage below and disapears in a boiling plume of pyros. The lights go up and crews can be seen running to the area of devastation to put out the fires as they try to rescue what is left of Collin Baird.)

HS: "Oh my god! What happened to Colin Baird?"

FJ: "I have no idea, Frank, but it seems save to say there will not be a match between the two of them tonight!"

HS: "Who can say if there will ever be a match for "The Superstar" Colin Baird again?"

(We cut to a video package hyping AWA King Of The Kage 2005, coming from the United Center in Chicago, Illinois, on July 3rd, 2005, to determine the new AWA World Heavyweight Champion. We then return to the arena.)

HS: "Up next, we have the first part of the Triple Threat Turmoil. The winner of this bout will go on to the Ladder Match for the Cruiserweight title on the June 12th edition of Sunday Night Shock."

FJ: "Yay... a qualification match for the jumpingweights. This could be the most thrilling moment since I found only one blue sock in my drawer this morning."

HS: "Lady Ashe will be in it."

FJ: "OH! Why didn't you say so in the first place? Then this could get interesting. It usually does when she's around."

("Crowdpleaser" by Super Green X blares on the sound system, then the black lights turn on. Bob "The Swerve" Di'Las comes out of the entrance, doing some dance moves all the way to the ring. He dashes under the ropes to the ring. Once he stands he jumps into the air and lands in a head spin. After the head spin he gets up and leans on a turnbuckle, waiting for his opponents.)

HS: "It's been a while since we last saw Bob Di'Las in action here in the AWA. He's been busy representing our colors in the Global Tournament of Champions. And doing it well, I might add."

FJ: "Since when are our colors that hideous orange?"

HS: "Don't be stupid Frank, you know what I meant."

(They are broken off by a shrilly "ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIBBBBBBBBBAAAAAAAAA" echoing through the arena as a graphics packages is shown on the AWATron. "Ole, Ole" by Andres Estecha hits the PA, and the fans instantly begin to cheer. When the lyrics "I'm feelin' hot" hit, orange spotlights encircle the arena and Orlando Ortega comes out from the back, dancing to the music. He stops for several fans, posing for pictures and signing quick autographs. When he reaches the ring apron, he hops up in one leap and quickly turns back towards the entranceway. Looking around the arena, he removes his sauna towel to the delight of many female fans. He then leans backwards and rolls over the ropes into the ring.)

FJ: "Yuck! Look what has become of him! It's all because of that freaky girl in the wheelchair! He never should have listened to her. He was just fine the way he was until that no-good Atlas injured him."

HS: "The fans disagree. Can't you see how much they like him?"

FJ: "The fans!? Bah!"

(The stadium goes dark, then back to light very quickly. At the entrance to the backstage passageway stands Lady Ashe dressed in a black leather trench coat as "System" plays over the speakers.)

FJ: "This lady has a way of creeping me out that no one ever has before. I know how lethal she is, but still I am drawn to her like a fly to... to..."

HS: "Thanks for informing us, Frank. But look at her, look at her eyes, she is determined to win tonight! And I wouldn't want to be at the receiving end when this lady starts dishing it out."

(She strolls to the ring as if nothing seems to faze her, not acknowledging the cascade of boos the fans throw in her direction. When she arrives to the ring, she enters through the ropes. She unbuckles her black leather trench coat, handing it to a ring attendant. She then looks at her opponents with her arms to her hips, licking her lips with a wicking smile on her face. OOO taunts her, and she shows signs of him getting to her.)

HS: "There is a lot of intensity between the two former Cruiserweight Champs in this match, dating back to Ortega's return a couple of weeks ago."

FJ: "He had no right demanding a shot at her title. He lost it to Johansson, so that's the only person he legitimately should have the rematch against."

HS: "But then again that doesn't really matter since President Gray returned and vacated ALL titles, including hers."

FJ: "I still don't think she should have to win a spot in the Ladder Match. She should've been there already, after how she was robbed."

HS: "Well, it doesn't matter what you think. This still is a qualifying match. Let me remind our viewers that Lady Ashe is without Sebastian Blood, thanks to what transpired earlier tonight."

(The referee calls for the bell. All three seem reluctant to make the first move. While Di'Las and Ashe both are merely staring the others down, OOO has a smug smile on his face, and his hand is moving over the waistline of his white knee-length shorts.)

FJ: "What's Ortega doing? It looks almost as if he is searching for something."

(OOO apparently finds what he was looking for, because he starts forward at Lady Ashe, and throws something in her face. She staggers back, screaming.)

HS: "Garlic! I think it was garlic he threw at her."

FJ: "That's... that's illegal! The ref should do something!"

(The referee, however, does nothing. OOO springs toward Di'Las and nails him with a lariat, taking him down. Ashe is still covering her face with her hands, obviously in pain.)

HS: "Powerful lariat by Ortega. He has opened his offense in a convincing way."

(OOO waits for Di'Las to get up and then sends him to the corner with an Irish whip, himself following, leaping over Di'Las and onto the top turnbuckle in one breathtaking move.)

FJ: "Whoa! That really was impressive... But don't tell anyone I said it."

(OOO jumps onto Di'Las' shoulders and then takes him down with a corkscrew head scissors planting him firmly on the top of his head. Di'Las is out cold.)

FJ: "And it's tea-time!"

HS: "Time for T, you moron!"

FJ: "Wasn't that what I said?"

HS: "No, tea-time."

FJ: "Do we have Earl Grey?"

HS: "..."

(Meanwhile, OOO has hit Ashe with another lariat, and whips her toward the same corner he disposed of Di'Las in. Ashe trips over the prone body, falling and at the same time flipping Di'Las over so he is lying on his back. OOO scales the turnbuckle, and then hits his finisher once again, this time on Ashe, who has managed to get to her feet.)

HS: "Time for T for the second time in thirty seconds! And now Ortega is going for the cover!"

FJ: "But who is he covering?"

HS: "Looks like he's pinning both Di'Las and Ashe at the same time!"

FJ: "ONE!"

HS: "TWO!"

FJ: "THREE! Oh no! Orlando Ortega won it! But he had to cheat doing so!"

HS: "Either way, The Outrageous One will get a chance to regain the Cruiserweight Title a few weeks from now!"

(Suddenly, we hear the sounds of the harmonica once again. Security storms out to watch the entrance as Lady Ashe directs traffic. Yet, unbeknownst to the vampiric wrestler, The Hangman descends from the rafters the way he usually goes up, with the noose around his neck! Smiling, satisfied that his attempt at sabotage is apparently a ruse, she turns into a clothesline from hell from the behemoth! Security goes to storm the ring, but several burning ropes with hangman's nooses in them rain down from the rafters stopping them in their tracks.)

FJ: "It was a trap from The Hangman!"

HS: "And obviously his aim is to take out The Carnival one by one!"

FJ: "Southern Comfort Slam!"

(And indeed, after a mat-shaking Southern Comfort Slam on Lady Ashe, The Hangman slides to the outside and retrieves a table and... A TEXAS PINEBOX! Propping the table up back inside the ring, The Hangman picks Lady Ashe up and chokeslams her through the table.)

HS: "I can only imagine what his plans are for her!"

(Getting the pinebox into the ring, The Hangman plays to the crowd as he raises an arm up with a finger pointing heavenwards. What the viewing audience witnesses next sends chills down their spine, as a large, bone-crafted cross with longhorn skulls posted on the ends descends downwards.)

HS: "Oh no, not another crucifiction!"

(Placing the incapacitated Lady Ashe into the pinebox, he slaps her a few times across the face to wake her up, only to slam the cover shut as she comes to. As the camera zooms in further, we see that there is a slit about eye level on the pinebox. Lady Ashe can be heard screaming out in the pinebox. With a little bit of effort, The Hangman manages to upright the pinebox and put it near the Longhorn Bone Cross. Reaching into his jacket, we then see The Hangman put several large straps around the pinebox, attaching it to the cross. Reaching into his boot, he then pulls out a match and holds it up to where Lady Ashe can see it. Her eyes bulge out in shock and she screams out in protest, but it is to no avail as The Hangman then strikes it across one of the sides of the pinebox. Head lolling to the side, he moves the lit match to and fro before finally flicking it towards Lady Ashe's direction.)

HS: "Don't do it!"

FJ: "Oh, you know he will!"

(The pinebox is set ablaze as it then begins to ascend to the tops of the rafters. As it slowly begins it climbs, Lady Ashe's screams of horror are mockingly mimicked by The Hangman before his head snaps back up. Pieces of burning debris begin to rain down towards him as he stands there unaffected. The lights dim once more and when they come back on neither Lady Ashe nor The Hangman are to be found.)

FJ: "They are both gone!"

HS: "Somebody needs to help Lady Ashe!"

(We cut to a commercial advertising the Hall Of Fame induction ceremony on June 4th, 2005, where Brian Williams, Ray Owens, The Hangman, Nightmist and Dave Santini will be inducted into the Hall Of Fame.)

HS: "This has been one scary night so far, I can only imagine what direction the AWA is going with people such as The Hangman, The Carnival, Brian Williams and Quade DeSade doing what they have been doing."

FJ: "I'm afraid you are right, Herb, but I hear that Mark Keller is standing by with Nathan Hawthorne-Lee. Mark, what's the scoop?"

MK: "Hey Frank. The scoop is that NHL has agreed for me to interview him about his match coming up tonight. Nathan, we have heard about the verbal attacks all week and we know what this match means to you. The winner of the Ladder Match will be automatically be entered into the King Of The Kage tournament, which will allow you, if you win the match tonight, to fight for the AWA World Heavyweight Championship that was stripped from Low by President Gray."

NHL: "You know Mark, I've been putting up with a lot of crap this whole past month. First Brian Stevens steals my title, then he does all the crap he's been doing, like sending those packages, and then President Gray strips me of my title, a title that I made famous and should still be around my waist. You know, when he stripped me of the title, I had only 23 more days left until I tied the longest title reign at 168 days. I could have held it longer, but President Gray felt like robbing me of my right to that goal, but no matter, it's gotten my mind off the No Limit division and now I look for better matches with better wrestlers. I will defeat Brian Stevens tonight, and there is no doubt in my mind that I will prevail."

MK: "With this match being really hyped up, will the tension carry over to your US Underground match after Revelations?"

NHL: "Who knows. It might, it might not. It all depends on what happens in that ring. Look, Mark, I don't want to be rude, but I've been very busy this whole week and I think that I should be going now, I have some important matters to attend to. I will say this though, when I win my match, I will sign the contract on Xplosion in front of the fans in the entire world, and there, I will make my impact."

MK: "That was Nathan Hawthorne-Lee, who will be facing Brian Stevens in a Ladder Match later tonight for a chance to qualify for the King Of The Kage tournament. Frank and Herb, back to you guys."

FJ: "Thanks, Mark. He said my name first."

HS: "Well, whoopidy dooo."

FJ: "You know, Herb, that match should have been for the No Limit Championship, but since President Gray stripped everyone of their titles, NHL and Stevens now battle for a seat in the King of the Kage tournament."

HS: "The winner of this match will be the first name announced for the King of the Kage tournament."

FJ: "This is so exciting. Right here at Revelations, we get to shape King of the Kage, and it all starts here!"

(White, Red, Gold, and Green lights flash as "No Remorse" by Metallica hits the arena. When the solo begins in the song, about 10 seconds from start, NHL emerges from the curtain area. Sarah follows NHL and stands behind him. He stands there for a moment, staring out around the crowd, getting psyched up for the upcoming match. A short while later, NHL explodes from his trance with rage and excitement. He walks down the ramp, throwing his arms in the air, pumping himself up and the crowd for the upcoming clash. NHL then pauses in front of the ring for a few seconds, as if he couldn't wait to get in.)

FJ: "And here comes the man of the hour. The former No Limit Champion, Nathan Hawthorne-Lee. In face, he's the best Champion of the year so far, in my opinion."

HS: "He is, arguably, the best of the year, but we are nearly halfway through it. He's had the longest title reign of the year, but we have to wait to see what he can prove tonight. Nathan has had an undefeated pay-per-view streak so far in the AWA, but can he win tonight to keep that streak alive?"

FJ: "I think that only time will tell, but I do believe it is possible for him to win."

HS: "And let's not forget the prize looming over the ring. There is the contract for King of the Kage. One of these two superstars will have to climb a ladder and grab the contract from his suspended loop above the ring. The superstar to do that is guaranteed an entry into the King of the Kage tournament."

(He then makes his way to the ring steps, taking his time climbing up each step. NHL takes his time getting into the ring through the top and middle ropes. Sarah follows her husband to the ring, entering from under the middle rope. He walks to the middle of the ring, and slowly raises his arms in the air. He makes his way to the nearest turnbuckle and slowly raises his arms again. The lights dim in the arena and the spotlights focus on the entrance ramp as ‘The Color of Money' by Bury Your Dead hits over the P.A. system. The fans immediately react to the opening riff as the greet the superstar with a chorus of heckling and profanity. Brian Stevens emerges atop the entrance ramp after the intro of the song plays itself out. Stevens simply stands on top of the ramp, looking down on the people who are screaming obscenities towards him. Stevens raises his arms and, from the backstage entrance, his manager and long time girlfriend Jessica Kassle emerges and wraps her arms around the waist of her talent. Seconds later, the best friend of ‘The Sensation' emerges from the back with a smirk on his face…that man is the seven foot monster, Onslaught. They proceed to the ring, to the dismay of the fans. The lovers don't acknowledge the hatred emitting from the audience while Onslaught makes smart ass comments to the jawing ans.)

HS: "Here comes the Upstart himself, "The Sensation" Brian Stevens. Brian has been trying to prove his worth here in the AWA, first by coming close to victory in the Rookie Brawl at Vortex, then beating the giant, Saidogai, at Springs and Breaks, and then starting a feud with NHL, by torturing him by stealing the No Limit Championship, sending lewd pictures and other items inside of packages, one of them being a supposed piece of the No Limit belt itself. Now, these two do battle for a King of the Kage spot. Brian Stevens might prove to be an upstart if he can upset Nathan Hawthorne-Lee here tonight."

FJ: "Another thing that isn't in the best interest of NHL is the fact that Brian Stevens has his long time friend and bodyguard, Onslaught, with him tonight. Will he interfere? I would assume so. My favorite is Brian Stevens because NHL seems like he's not on his game at all, especially with him actually being pinned for a loss by John Williams last Xplosion."

HS: "Very good points that were just brought up."

(Stevens slides into the ring as Kassle takes the steps onto the ring apron. Stevens holds the ropes open for her, and she enters between the top and middle rope. Onslaught grabs the top rope and pulls himself up to the ring apron and proceeds to step over the top tope. Stevens hits all sides of the ring, standing on the middle rope and balancing himself on the top rope with his legs. Stevens raises his arms and jaws with the fans a bit. Jessica is at the opposite side of the ring while this is happening, glancing into the crowd and resting her arms on the top rope, occasionally yelling at fans of the AWA. Onslaught simply rests in one of the corners of the ring nonchalantly. Stevens and Kassle eventually retreat to the corner of the ring Onslaught is in and talk strategy. The referee breaks up the huddle and that gets Stevens' attention. He steps towards the center of the ring, where NHL is standing, and the two stare each other down. The referee explains the rules of the ladder match and points to the contract hanging from a clipboard above the ring.)

(The referee calls for the bell and the match is officially underway, though NHL and Stevens are now talking trash and not fighting. NHL starts smiling as he spits out more talk while Stevens cockily does the same. The two start to circle each other in the middle of the ring. Stevens stops and runs towards NHL, who meets Stevens in the middle of the ring. The two tie up in the collar and elbow. NHL breaks free and connects with the Implant DDT. Stevens is holding his head as NHL brings him to his feet. NHL whips him into the ropes. Stevens ducks a clothesline attempt by NHL, and on the way back, Stevens hits a drop toe hold. Stevens gets up and tells Onslaught to grab a ladder and bring it to the ring.)

HS: "Hey, he can't do that."

FJ: "What do you mean?"

HS: "He just told Onslaught to grab a ladder for the match!"

FJ: "Oh well, what are you going to do."

HS: "Ban Onslaught from ringside, that's what I would do."

(Onslaught starts to feed the ladder in,lengthwise, but NHL gets up, pulls Stevens out of the way, and jumps on the end of the ladder. The other end rises up and cracks Onslaught in the face. He falls to the mat holding his face as NHL pulls the ladder into the ring.)

FJ: "He can't do that!"

HS: "It sucks to get a taste of your own medicine, eh?"

(Stevens pulls NHL away from the ladder and NHL, not expecting the pull, rolls on his back and then slides towards a turnbuckle. Stevens turns around with the ladder, but NHL runs up and drop kicks the ladder right into Brian's face. Brian falls to the ring, with the ladder on top of him. NHL hops up on the second turnbuckle and looks down at Brian, who is about 5 feet from him. NHL jumps off and delivers a leg drop. NHL rolls off the ladder, holding onto his hamstring muscle as he rolls around the ring.)

HS: "Ouch! That has got to hurt!"

FJ: "What would you know."

(NHL slowly gets to his feet and he pulls the ladder off of Brian's chest. Brian still looks a little beat up, but he's stirring around, getting ready to get up. NHL sets the ladder up under the contract, but doesn't ascend, instead he waits for Brian to get up. NHL runs towards Stevens and performs a running high knee, but Stevens catches NHL's right leg and lifts him over the ropes, since he was only about two feet from them. NHL grabs a hold of one of the ropes as he tumbles over, but he still falls to the mat. Onslaught is there to greet NHL with some stomps on the back as NHL is trying to get up. Brian, on the other hand, is now starting to climb the ladder, which NHL so conveniently placed under the contract. Brian steps up one step and starts his climb towards the top.)

FJ: "Brian Stevens can win this one early!"

HS: "Yeah, with the cheating help from his buddy, Onslaught."

FJ: "Bah! You're just jealous!"

HS: "Actually, I'm seeing NHL rolling away from Onslaught."

FJ: "Oh, crap..."

(NHL, holding his back, has managed to roll away from a stomp by Onslaught. Onslaught starts to advance, but NHL grabs a chair. Onslaught backs away from NHL. Inside the ring, Brian is only four rungs above the ring and only about one or two more away from the contract. NHL slides into the ring, with the chair. He approaches the ladder and swings the chair onto Brian's back. Brian freezes in his place as NHL drives another one into the back again. NHL drops the chair and starts to push the ladder over and Stevens, having nowhere else to go, holds on tight as the ladder falls. It strikes the ropes and Brian is forced to let go. He bounces off the ropes and lands inside the ring.)

HS: "Ouch, that's definitely going to leave a mark."

FJ: "Where's Mark?"

HS: "No, I meant it's going to leave a mark, not Mark."

FJ: "Oh, well be more careful in your word choice then."

HS: "Yeah, ok, like I should listen to you and your diction."

(NHL picks Brian off the mat and whips him into the ropes. On the way back, Brian ducks a clothesline attempt by NHL and when he comes back around, and hits a swinging neckbreaker on the unsuspecting NHL. With NHL on the mat, Stevens picks up NHL and hits a DDT on him. He picks up NHL again, though a little sluggish, and brings him to the ladder. Brian sets up and connects on a Perfectplex that sends NHL on the ladder, back first. NHL holds his back as he rolls onto his stomach. Stevens jumps up and hits a knee drop on the back of NHL's head. He sees the chair on the mat and picks it up. He swings it down onto NHL's head and back several times, each time worse than the first. He puts the chair down after five swings and rolls NHL's limp body off the ladder. Brian pulls the ladder out and sets it up under the contract. He makes sure it's aligned perfectly and starts his ascention.)

FJ: "It looks like Stevens has this one in the bag."

HS: "Stevens has the ladder set up under the contract and is now climbing the ladder towards it. Step by step, Brian Stevens is getting closer to King of the Kage."

FJ: "I can feel it, I can feel...Oh no! NHL is getting up, and he has the chair in his hand."

HS: "Hey, turn around is fair play in this type of match."

FJ: "But this is ridiculous."

(NHL heads towards the ladder, very slowly. Brian is one rung of the ladder away from being in reach of the contract. Brian can touch the bottom portion of the clip board and contract. NHL reels the chair behind him and swings forwards, cracking Brian right in the back. Brian slips off the ladder, but grabs ahold of one of the rungs and has only fallen two rungs. NHL now has a better swing and cracks Stevens in the head with the chair. Brian falls off the ladder and NHL drops the chair on Brian's face. NHL starts his climb up the ladder. After three rungs, he stops and turns around. He looks down at Brian lying on the mat with the chair on top of him. NHL hops off the ladder and hits a leg drop on Brian's chair covered body. NHL rolls off and hugs his legs as Stevens flops around the ring from the pain of the impact.)

HS: "Are any of these two going to grab the contract?"

FJ: "Brian's made two attempts on it now, but NHL has tried zero times."

HS: "I'm sure that Nathan wants to inflict some serious pain in Brian Stevens' body."

FJ: "I'm sure he does. It's not fair, I want Brian to win the match now. I want to see the final two matches of the night, not this one dragging on and on."

HS: "Oh shut up!"

(NHL is the first to get up and he eyes up the ladder. He starts to climb the ladder, one rung at a time, very slowly. He gets within arms reach of the contract, so he climbs up two more rungs. He grabs the contract, but he doesn't pull it off, instead he starts to read the cover. It has the King of the Kage logo on the front with other paragraphed words we can't read. NHL reaches up with the other hand to pull the contract off, but Brian is up and starts to tip the ladder back and forth. NHL lets go and grabs on to the ladder so he won't fall. Brian tips the ladder one last time and it goes falling over. NHL jumps off at the last minute, but his left leg gets caught in the top and middle ropes and he's hung upside down.)

HS: "NHL is trapped in the ropes and he can't get out!"

FJ: "This is the perfect opportunity for Stevens to climb the ladder and win the match now!"

(Brian walks up to NHL and starts to stomp on his chest and face. He picks up the ladder and rams it into NHL's chest. The first time we hear NHL scream out in pain. The second time hits him in the face and we hear another scream of pain. The third time he hits him in the knee, but NHL holds in his pain. The next time he gets a shot in the face again. NHL starts getting very angry and barks off at Brian Stevens, but he doesn't care what NHL has to say. Brian hits NHL in the face one more time to shut him up. NHL now isn't moving and appears to be unconscious. Stevens undoes NHL's leg and lets him lie unconscious on the side of the ring. Brian sets up the ladder and begins to climb it. He is now at the top and is starting to fiddle with the contract, trying to get it off. Then, all of a sudden, the ladder comes out from under Brian Stevens and he falls right to the mat. NHL stands next to Stevens, breathing heavily with a pissed off look in his eye. He picks up Brian and hits a devastating implant DDT. NHL picks up Stevens and grabs him in a fireman's carry. He falls to his right, and hits Brian's head off the ring in his fireman's DDT, a move that put a startled look in the face of Jessica Kassle. NHL walks over to Onslaught and Kassle and flips them off. Onslaught hops on the apron, but NHL punches him off the apron and down to the mat.)

HS: "It seems that NHL has gotten a little more aggressive in the ring."

FJ: "You don't think that Brian's taunts and the ladder in the head has caused NHL's darker side to come out, do you?"

HS: "It may seem that Henry is now the dominant personality. He has been acting a little more cocky right out of the blue, and with that Fireman's DDT, something I really haven't seen, it seems that he may have transformed to Henry."

FJ: "This spells doom for Brian and his chances. But Brian's not scared of Henry, so who cares."

HS: "If you don't care, stop talking about it then."

FJ: "I will...I just did stop talking about it."

HS: "Good."

FJ: "Don't be scared Brian!"

HS: "..."

(NHL picks up Brian's body and lifts him into the air. He sharply brings him down onto his head, delivering the SlapShot. Onslaught slides into the ring with a new chair and hits NHL in the back. NHL steps forward, unaware of the attack, but supporting himself from the force of the blow. He turns around and looks at Onslaught. Onslaught, looking really scared, swings forwards, but NHL puts his hands in front of the chair and pushes it away. Onslaught then gets tough and starts to talk smack to NHL, but NHL won't hear it. He flinches and Onslaught runs out of the ring. The whole arena busts out laughing, but Onslaught starts screaming at the fans, but the laugh even more. Jessica Kassle just shakes her head in dismay of Onslaught's actions. NHL turns to grab the ladder, but trips over Brian's body. NHL gets up and picks up the ladder. He positions it in the corner turnbuckle. As NHL turns around, he notices that Brian is almost to his feet, by his own will. NHL walks over to Stevens and the two tie up in the collar and elbow. NHL gets the upper hand and whips Stevens into the ladder, but Stevens reverses it and NHL runs face first into the ladder. NHL falls to the mat on his back, grabbing his face. Stevens runs and hops onto the top turnbuckle. He sort of leap frogs the ladder, but holds on to the top. The ladder comes crashing down on NHL's body, and Stevens is in a sitting position as the ladder hits the mat.)

FJ: "Yeah! Go Stevens!"

HS: "It appears that the King of the Rookies has gottent he upper hand on the devious Henry."

FJ: "Yeah, upper hand is sort of the right phrase in this case."

(Brian sets up the ladder in the middle of the ring and starts to climb it. NHL gets up and climbs it as well. He gets to the top and Brian and NHL start to battle for the top position. Punch for punch these two are matching it to get the advantage to grab the contract. Brian lands a punch on NHL right in the face, but it doesn't face NHL. NHL hits Stevens in the face with a hard right hand, and Brian starts to slide down the ladder and he lands on his ass on the ring and just sits there and then he falls onto his back. NHL starts to grab the contract, but the ladder gets tipped. Onslaught is seen tipping over the ladder. As the ladder is falling, NHL hops off the ladder and NHL and Onslaught start to engage in a series of rights and lefts. NHL ultimately gets the upper hand and hits Onslaught with a hard DDT. NHL rolls Onslaughts body out of the ring.)

HS: "I guess that's what happens when you interfere in Henry's business."

FJ: "I don't think so. Onslaught was right to stop NHL from winning, because NHL doesn't deserve to win."

HS: "Well, you may be right, but Brian is setting up the ladder in the middle of the ring, and NHL doesn't notice it."

FJ: "Oh yeah! Brian's gonna win. Brian's gonna win. Brian's gonna win. Brian's gonna win."

HS: "Would you please stop singing that?"

(Brian has the ladder set up in the middle of the ring and he starts to climb up the ladder. NHL turns around and finds that Stevens is almost up to the contract. NHL climbs the ladder quickly and beats Brian to the punch, litterally. NHL lays another right hand on Brian's face, but Brian stays on it. Onslaught comes into the ring and tosses up a chair to Brian. Brian hits NHL in the head with the chair and NHL goes somewhat limp on the top of the ladder. Brian drops the chair to Onslaught, but Onslaught misses it and hit knocks him out after it hits him in the forehead, legs first. Brian shakes head at Onslaught's mess up. Brian grabs a hold of NHL and starts to set up for a possible superplex off the top of the ladder. Brian lifts, but NHL holds on to the ladder. Brian lifts again, but the same thing happens. NHL starts to punch at Brian's stomach, and eventually, Stevens legs go. NHL grabs Brian's throat with his right hand and starts to choke him. After a few seconds, NHL starts to punch Brian in the head with a whole bunch of left hand shots to the head. NHL yanks Brian to the right and off the ladder. NHL grabs a hold of the clipboarded contract and yanks it off the ring. The bell sounds and NHL hops off the ladder.)

HS: "NHL has done it! NHL has become the first person to advance to the King of the Kage tournament!"

FJ: "Why did I doubt NHL... why..."

HS: "NHL has finally triumphed over Brian Steven's five week crusade to defeat NHL, but he couldn't do it."

(NHL starts to flip through the contract, but then he stops and he raises his arms in the air in victory to the cheers of the fans. NHL then walks over to where his wife is standing and he hands her the contract. He then starts to bark orders to her in his typical English accent, showing that it's still Henry and not Nathan. Sarah takes the contract and then she looks through it. Meanwhile, Onslaught and Brian have picked up the ladder and both have it on their shoulders.)

HS: "Hey, what are those two up to now?"

FJ: "It appears that they are holding the ladder on their shoulders."

HS: "No, really? I was wondering why they have it on their shoulders."

(NHL stands up and raises his arms in the air again in celebration. At this time, Brian and Onslaught charge at NHL and use the ladder as a battering ram. They run full speed at NHL and they connect with the ladder in the back of NHL's head. NHL falls limp the ground after the impact. Brian and Onslaught toss the ladder to the mat and they laugh at NHL. NHL isn't moving as he lies on the mat.)

HS: "That's just repulsive! He's just been hit in the head with the ladder and he wasn't even aware of it happening!"

FJ: "Yeah, I guess that's wrong, but I guess also that Brian's upset that he lost the match."

HS: "But you don't just hit someone in the head with the ladder, it's just not right!"

FJ: "Oh well, what can you do."

(Sarah looks up and sees that her husband is unconscious in the ring. She climbs up the stairs and into the ring. She checks him, but he's really knocked out. She calls for help, screaming for someone to help her. The referee checks on NHL's condition, but nothing has changed.)

HS: "Oh, come on, we need some help here! The man's knocked out. Get some EMTs here!"

(The EMTs arrive and help NHL. They strap his head in place and put him on their surfboard. The EMTs put him on a stretcher and roll him up the ramp, with Sarah following with the King of the Kage contract in her hand.)

FJ: "I hope he's ok. That seemed like a hard hit."

HS: "It's repulsive what just happened. Brian Stevens is a sore loser, plain and simple. He could have damaged NHL permanently with that shot."

FJ: "I'm sure he'll be fine. He's a trooper."

HS: "But ladies and gentlemen, what an amazing night it's been so far."

FJ: "And it's just about to get even better as the Legendary Low takes on the goodie two shoes, Atlas Johansson."

HS: "What have you got against Atlas, anyway?"

FJ: "He's too... good."

HS: "Well, you aren't the only one who has a disdain for Atlas. His feud with Low stretches as far back as 2000. In fact, practically since the day Atlas returned to the AWA last year, these two have been going at it. Their feud was supposed to come to fruition tonight, for Low's World Title. But President Gray saw to it that didn't happen."

FJ: "I can't believe the nerve of him, stripping a legend like Low of a title."

HS: "Well, you aren't the only one who doesn't agree with Gray's action. But there isn't anything anybody can do about it anymore."

FJ: "Low was pretty pissed about it too. And tonight, he'll take out his frustrations on Atlas."

(As the first beats of "Tilt" start playing, the arena goes completely dark, but with each beat the entire arena lights go on, then off. Low steps out from the back and the fans boo extremely loudly.)

Ring Announcer: "Introducing first, standing six feet, two inches tall and weighing in at two hundred and fifty four pounds, residing in New York City, New York, he is a seven time AWA World Champion and a Hall of Famer. Ladies and Gentlemen, THE LEGENDARY LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!"

HS: "Is that guy on Low's payroll or something?"

FJ: "He's just telling it like it is."

(Low walks down the ramp, barely acknowledging the fans and nonchalantly climbs into the ring. He backs up to the ropes, using them to stretch, awaiting Atlas.)

FJ: "Low does NOT look happy."

HS: "Atlas had better be on his game tonight."

(Low's music dies down and then the first beats of the Atlas theme hit. Instantly, the fans erupt. The trademark blue and yellow spotlights circle throughout the arena. Eventually, Atlas emerges from the back, flanked closely by Apollo.)

FJ: "And there's his shadow."

HS: "Atlas and Apollo, the Immortals, are a team. But they're practically brothers. They're just sending a message to Low that Apollo has his back should he try anything."

Ring Announcer: "And introducing next, at five feet, eleven inches and two hundred three pounds, being accompanied by Apollo, from Uppsala, Sweden, former Television, Tag and Cruiserweight champion, Magnus ‘Atlas' Johanssoooonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!"

(The crowd roars as the ring announcer calls Atlas' name. Atlas and Apollo begin to make their way down the ramp, pointing to cheering members of the crowd. However, they get about halfway and then come to a halt.)

FJ: "What're they doing? They're just wasting time till Atlas' demise."

HS: "I wonder what they ARE doing?"

(Atlas and Apollo turns towards the entranceway and ‘Stand My Ground' by Within Temptation hits and the fans look on, puzzled. Soon, a black haired, fairly attractive woman emerges from the back wearing a blue toga.)

Ring Announcer: "Ladies and gentlemen, I've just been informed that Atlas and Apollo would like to introduce all of you to a Miss Athena Palace. She hails from Olympia, Washington, stands 5'9" and weighs one hundred fifty four pounds."

(The arena erupts in cheers, welcoming Miss Palace. She waves to them all and walks down the ramp, meeting Atlas and Apollo. She takes them both by the arm, and the walk to the ring. Apollo climbs up the steps and Atlas slides in. Apollo holds the ropes open for Athena and Atlas guides her in by the hand. Once in the ring, Atlas raises Athena's arm high.)

HS: "Well, she's quite something, isn't she."

FJ: "What is this, a party? Let's get on with the damn match. No one cares about Caesar's Palace."

HS: "Athena Palace… and from the look of it, she could handle her own, so I'd watch what I say around her. You wouldn't want another incident like last time."

FJ: "Hey, how was I suppose to know she knew Karate? She was just a strip… err… I mean…"

(On the other side of the ring, Low is rolling his eyes sarcastically. He then steps forward, towards Atlas. In an instant, Apollo steps between Low and Atlas, and Low laughs. We can't hear what they are saying, but it doesn't appear too friendly. Atlas puts an arm in front of Apollo, nods his head, and then speaks to Low. Low looks at Apollo, then at Athena Palace, muttering. Atlas nods, then whispers something to Apollo. Apollo looks puzzled, but Atlas reassures him. Apollo then motions for Athena to follow and the two leave the ring as Low laughs to himself, mocking the big man. Apollo lunges forward, about to charge, but Athena holds him back and advises him against it. Atlas puts up his hands, saying he'll be ok, and the two leave up the entrance ramp.)

FJ: "Good riddance… that big lumbering bafoon is trouble."

HS: "He'd be trouble for Low, if Low decided to cheat."

FJ: "Cheat? Low? I'm shocked you even used those two words in the same sentence. Why, Low would never…"

HS: "Shut up, Frank."

FJ: "Fine."

HS: "Well, we're just about the get this thing started. The fans can feel it, it's going to be one helluva match up."

FJ: "The referee has finished explaining the rules; this is a standard rules match."

HS: "And there's the bell!"

(Atlas and Low don't immediately begin battling, but, rather, begin sizing one another up, one circling the other. Both men feign lunges and the other backs away. Finally, Atlas holds his hand up high and challenges Low to a test of strength. Low accepts and grabs Atlas' hand. The lock their remaining hands and Atlas quickly gains the advantage. He pushes Low backward, towards the mat, so that Low is bent backward beyond a ninety degree angle. With a grunt, Low charges back, pulling himself off the mat and forcing the Swede back. Now Atlas is back, his back nearly touching the mat. Likewise, Atlas forces himself back up to a vertical base and as he does, Low reacts with a knee to Atlas' stomach.)

FJ: "And right off, Low proves he's smarter than Atlas."

HS: "Atlas is a fool if he trusted Low."

(They break their holds and Low lunges out with another, this time doubling Atlas over. Low guides Atlas back up and then unloads with a chop to Atlas' exposed chest. Whoo! Low unloads with another knife edge chop with the same reaction. Atlas clutches at his chest after each blow. Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Low has backed Atlas into the corner with the chops and the camera focuses on the bright red chest of the Swede. As Low opens Atlas up for the sixth blow, the Immortal suddenly lunges out and grabs him. He spins and shoves Low back into the turnbuckle. As Low goes to grab at his back, Atlas unloads with a huge chop of his own. Whoo! He does so again, two more times. Whoo! Whoo! After the third chop, Atlas pushes Low back against the turnbuckle and then climbs up onto the second rope, facing Low.)

HS: "A vicious exchange. Going into this match, I thought it would be mostly technical, but it's clear these two want to brawl."

FJ: "An area I wouldn't to personally get involved in against Low."

HS: "Atlas is certainly capable of holding his own in a fight!"

FJ: "Yeah, but fighting a really pissed off Low… not a good career move if you ask me."

HS: "I didn't."

(Atlas holds his fist up and then begins pounding away at Low's skull with punches and forearms and the fans count along: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN! On ten, Atlas hops down and backs up a few feet. Low begins to stumble out from the turnbuckle, swinging wildly in the air, but hitting nothing. A moment later his eyes roll up in his head and he falls to his face.)

HS: "And Low is out. These fans are really getting into it!"

FJ: "Those were closed fisted! Illegal punches, illegal punches… REF DO YOUR JOB!"

(Atlas goes right to work, locking in a chin lock on the seven time World champion. He keeps the move locked in, despite Low's attempts to climb to his feet. Eventually, Low does reach his feet, but as soon as he does, Atlas switches positions and locks in an abdominal stretch on Low.)

HS: "And now it becomes a matter of who can wear the other down first. Atlas has the upper hand now."

(Low struggles to break free and Atlas tries to lock it in tighter. Low lashes out with an elbow despite being locked in the stretch. Atlas doesn't budge after the first one, but around the third, he finally loosens his grip. Low takes the opportunity to quickly grab Atlas behind him and pull him over with a snap mare takedown. With Atlas now seated in front of him, Low unloads with a stiff kick to Atlas' back.

FJ: "So much for the upper hand."

(Low quickly locks in a front face lock on the downed Atlas. He then brings his other arm around and locks in a camel clutch type move.)

HS: "Than painful looking submission is called the Dragon Clutch!"

FJ: "Low could end this thing already. Just another day at work for the seven time World champion!"

(Low grumbles something to Atlas as he continues to lock the move in. Atlas, instinctively, reaches out with his right leg and touches the nearby bottom rope. The referee begins a five count, which forces Low to release the hold after four. Low does so at the last possible moment, forcing the referee to scold him. Low puts his hands up as if to say, ‘I didn't do anything', but the grin on his face says otherwise. Atlas quickly rolls to the opposite side of the ring, grabbing at his neck as he slowly stands up.)

HS: "And Low already resorting to underhanded tactics."

FJ: "Hey, you heard the man, he didn't do anything."

HS: "It's been a long night… I don't get paid enough for this."

FJ: "For what?"

HS: "Putting up with you!"

(Low sees Atlas standing and shoves the referee aside with his shoulder, then charges. Atlas wheels around, barely in the nick of time, and is just able to duck the decapitating clothesline from Low, aimed for Atlas' head. Atlas ducks around and winds up behind Low, and locks his arms across his waist. Low blocks the German suplex with his right leg and then rolls around behind Atlas, attempting the same. Likewise, Atlas blocks and then hits the mat, pulling Low with him from the ankles. Low rolls through the drop toe hold, hits his feet running, and charges into the ropes. Atlas hits his feet, but drops right back down again, causing Low to skip over him and continue on into the opposite ropes.)

HS: "Oh, nice exchange there. These two have each other scouted very well."

FJ: "Hell, Atlas practically idolizes Low, of course he's going to know his moves."

HS: "What… that made no sense… why do I even bother?"

FJ: "Herb, I've been asking myself that question for years now."

(On the rebound, Low is unable to protect himself from the charging Atlas, and the two meet center ring: Low standing, Atlas hunched forward.)

HS: "SPEAR! WHAT A SPEAR!"

FJ: "Oh, ouch… that's not the way to win a match, Low. It's ok, he'll come back."

HS: "Atlas completely unloaded on that one. He just drove all the air out of Low."

(Atlas climbs to his feet, excited and celebrating. He moves to Low's side and then leaps up into the air, landing a standing moonsault as flashbulbs in the arena go off. Atlas remains across Low, thus pinning him, and the referee counts. ONE!...)

HS: "The first pinfall… this could be it!"

FJ: "It's too soon."

(TWO!... TH… kick out.)

FJ: "Told you."

HS: "But it was close. Things are going Atlas' way right now."

(Wasting little time, Atlas quickly climbs to his feet and drops two knees to Low's solar plexus. He then pulls Low up, nails a punch and then forces Low back into the ropes. Atlas then uses the ropes to whip Low across the ring, but Low reverses and it is Atlas who rebounds off the opposite ropes. It is also Atlas who leapfrogs a retaliatory spear from Low, sending the seven time World champion sprawling to his knees. Atlas continues on into the ropes and Low climbs to his feet in time to have Atlas grab his head from behind.)

FJ: "NO!"

HS: "REMEMBER THE TITANS!"

FJ: "This can't be!"

(But Low ducks down, causing Atlas to be unable to jump. Instead, Atlas charges with Low towards the ropes, still with the front face lock locked in. Low reaches out for the ropes and, with a push from Atlas, goes sprawling through. He holds the ropes and lands on his feet, but begins walking away from the ring.)

HS: "Where's he going?"

FJ: "He's going to regroup. Smart move by Low."

(The fans cheer loudly for Atlas as Low puts up his hands in frustration, shrugging off the match and he continues to walk away. Atlas climbs through the ropes and onto the apron, jawing with Low. TWO! THREE! Low says something to the former Cruiserweight Champion and Atlas suddenly turns around and hops up on the second rope. With a little bounce, he leaps backward and turns around, unload with a springboard clothesline to the outside.)

HS: "Not so smart now… Atlas is airborne!"

FJ: "LOOK OUT BELOW!"

(Low quickly dives out of the way but Atlas manages to land on his feet. However, Atlas is unable to stop the charging shoulder of Low and he is driven back hard into the steel railing. CLANK! The fans let out a gasp as Atlas crashes hard.)

FJ: "Whew."

HS: "And Low moves at the last moment. I think Low set Atlas up."

FJ: "Told you, he's smarter. That's what makes him so damn unbeatable."

(Low taunts Atlas, who is clutching at his back on the ground. Low stomps the Swede hard in the back for good measure as the referee's count is now on SIX! Low pulls Atlas up by his hair, taunting him as he does. Once Atlas is pulled to his feet, Low instantly whips him, as hard as he can, into the steel steps. Atlas again crashes back first and slumps over next to the steps, in agony. EIGHT! NINE!)

FJ: "And now Low is in charge."

HS: "Atlas is hurt."

FJ: "Haha I knew it wouldn't be much longer."

(Low rolls into the ring, breaking the count, as he was the first man to leave the ring. ONE! Low goes over and stomps Atlas again as the crowd boos. He pulls the Swede up, nails two punches, and then rolls Atlas back into the ring. Low quickly covers, ONE! TWO! Kickout! Low laughs a the crowd boos, and he covers again, this time hooking the leg. ONE! TWO! Kickout!)

HS: "Low is just so damned arrogant."

FJ: "THAT WAS THREE!"

HS: "Frank…"

FJ: "What?"

HS: "You're an idiot. Just commentate on the damned match."

(Low covers once more, laughing allowed, and Atlas kicks out immediately. Low then hops up to his feet and stomps Atlas directly in the chest. Then he lands an elbow drop across Atlas' neck. Low quickly rolls to his feet and nails the move again. He climbs to his feet with a sinister look on his face as Atlas grabs at his throat on the mat. With a devilish laugh, Low grabs both of Atlas' legs and holds them up.)

HS: "What is Low going to do here?"

FJ: "Not sure, but I bet it won't feel good!"

(Low steps in between Atlas' legs and then turns, twisting around and pulling Atlas' leg with him. He then falls down to the mat.)

FJ: "FIGURE FOUR!"

HS: "Low has Atlas locked in the figure four. This could be it, folks!"

FJ: "It WILL BE!"

(Atlas nearly screams in pain and the referee counts every time his shoulders touch the mat. ONE!... Atlas struggles up, trying to break free. He tries desperately to turn Low over, but each time he does, Low leans back, sending severe pain to Atlas' legs. ONE! TWO! Unable to turn Low, Atlas frantically tries to claw his way backward, pulling Low with him. The fans cheer him on as he struggles to break free, having to stop every few moments to catch his breath. ONE! TWO!)

HS: "Atlas is struggling mightily!"

FJ: "Wow, isn't that ironic."

HS: "These fans are trying to get behind him."

FJ: "Just face it, it's over. Atlas can't escape."

(ONE! TWO! Atlas is screaming in agony now as Low grimaces, locking the move in tigher. ONE! TWO! THR… Atlas is starting to fade. He struggles, inching his way closer to the ropes.)

HS: "He's so close… he's in such intense pain. What a fighter."

FJ: "He's going to tap. Watch, he's going to tap!"

(The fans gasp as Atlas slams his hand down.)

FJ: "HE'S TAPPING!"

HS: "No!"

FJ: "No?"

HS: "No."

FJ: "NOOOOOOOO!"

(BREAK! The referee orders the break and the camera focuses on the tightly gripped hands of Atlas on the ropes. Low refuses to release the hold, but the referee shoves him off. Low rolls to his feet, getting in the referee's face, arguing with him. Low begins jabbing the referee in the chest with his finger, backing him up. Atlas clutches at his knee, still in pain. He is using the ropes to try and force himself up. He makes it to his feet, but drops back down to a knee in pain. The crowd begins to get behind him, which Low notices, and he makes his way over towards the crippled Atlas.)

FJ: "He's going in for the kill now."

HS: "Low is intense. I don't know how much more Atlas can take."

(Atlas tries to fight Low away, and nails him with a hard punch. But Low glares at him and then whips him across the ring. Atlas groans in pain as he runs to the opposite ropes, but he is off his feet a moment later when Low connects with a belly to back suplex.)

FJ: "Oh, what a move! And Low is completely dominating now!"

HS: "Atlas doesn't have much left."

FJ: "He put up a good fight."

(Low rolls up to his feet, arrogantly taunting the crowd. Atlas, not giving up, tries to climb to his feet, but again Low stomps him in his back, sending him off all fours and face down onto the mat. Low puts his foot on the back of Atlas' head and grinds his boot in as Atlas groans. Low steps off and then proceeds to pull Atlas up again, by his hair. When Atlas reaches a vertical base, Low yells an expletive at him and then kicks him in the gut. Atlas doubles over and Low reaches down over him and wraps his arms around Atlas' waist.)

FJ: "Here comes the POWERBOMB!"

HS: "Atlas is out of it now. It's getting bad."

FJ: "This is going to hurt!"

(Low pulls Atlas up onto his shoulders in the power bomb position as the crowd, stunned, silently looks on. Low begins to slam Atlas down, but, somehow, Atlas never connects with the mat.)

FJ: "IMPOSSIBLE!"

HS: "A head scissors choke! What a counter! He has it locked in."

FJ: "That's not fair! How in the blue hell?"

HS: "Atlas never gives up!"

(Atlas indeed has a head scissors applied on Low, and he has it locked in very tightly. It's only a matter of moments, to the delight of the crowd, and Low is down to one knee, then on the mat. Low tries to fight the move, nearly passing out. His shoulders hit the mat and the referee counts ONE! TWO! Low was completely caught off guard by Atlas' sudden counter, and is virtually unable to break free. ONE! TWO! THR… Low turns so his shoulder is off the mat.)

HS: "Clever move by Low. But Atlas still has the head scissors locked in."

FJ: "Low will break out. He'll outsmart Atlas."

(Low, who is running out of options and oxygen to the brain, suddenly leans forward and sinks his teeth into Atlas' thigh. Low is literally biting Atlas, but his face is hidden from the referee, though somehow not from the camera.)

HS: "Is he?"

FJ: "No… no?"

HS: "Low is biting Atlas! What a cheap move."

FJ: "Hey, it worked, didn't it?"

HS: "It's cheap and illegal."

FJ: "It's only illegal if the referee sees it."

(Atlas yelps and releases the hold, rolling up to his feet and pleading with the referee, pointing to the spot on his leg. Low lays on the mat, catching his breath, and then he rolls out of the ring once more. Atlas catches this and suddenly charges the ropes. He connects with a baseball slide that sends Low into the railing. Atlas quickly climbs out of the ring, chops Low, and then rolls him back into the ring as the fans cheer loudly.)

HS: "Well, Low tried to escape again, but didn't get too far."

FJ: "He wasn't trying to escape… just regroup. Atlas is being a bad sport."

HS: "What? Where do you come up with this stuff?"

FJ: "I don't know. It's a gift, really."

(With Low in the ring, Atlas climbs up onto the ring apron, and then looks over to the turnbuckle. He climbs into the ring and then begins to drag Low perpendicular to the ring post. Atlas lands a quick knee drop to Low's stomach before ascending the turnbuckle.)

HS: "Atlas is going up high."

FJ: "Bad move, Low will make him pay."

HS: "What's he going to do here?"

(Flash bulbs ignite as Atlas goes flying through the air and connects right into Low's chest with an elbow drop. Atlas, clutching his elbow, climbs to his feet triumphantly as the fans cheer.)

HS: "Whoa, and the top rope elbow drop connects! What a move!"

FJ: "I can't believe it, Low didn't move?"

HS: "Great high risk maneuver from Atlas. This could very well be the matches' turning point."

(Atlas stands around Low, circling him, gesturing for his opponent to get up, and stalking him. Low slowly begins to climb to his feet, dazed and exhausted, and as soon as both feet are on the mat, Atlas rushes up behind him and picks Low up onto his shoulders.)

FJ: "Oh no… this just can't be."

HS: "It's ATLAS SHRUGGED! He's got it locked in. Low has nowhere to go."

FJ: "Don't tap… break free Low."

(The fans erupt as Atlas locks the submission finisher in. Low grimaces in pain as Atlas wrenches his spine across his shoulders. Low flails his arms, trying anything to break free. Low begins to shift his weight around, but is unable to force Atlas to loosen the hold.)

HS: "Low can't break free. Atlas is moments away from one of the biggest wins of his life!"

FJ: "Low can't tap… can he?"

HS: "I don't think he has a choice."

(After several excruciating moments, Low suddenly begins leaning towards Atlas, rather than away from him. This catches Atlas off guard, and causes him to stagger forward. By the time Atlas regains his balance, Low is close enough to grab a rope. Low uses the forward momentum of Atlas and the two suddenly go tumbling over the ropes.)

FJ: "HE ESCAPED!"

HS: "What a counter by Low. I've never seen anything like that. That's why he is a seven time World champion. But Atlas still has the upper hand."

FJ: "What do you mean? Look, both men are down outside the ring."

HS: "Atlas must've taken a hard fall."

(The fans stand silent, shocked and amazed simultaneously. Both men land hard outside the ring, and lay there for several moments as the referee has begun his ten count. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! Both men slowly begin to stir. SIX! Atlas climbs up to his feet, and spots Low, who is nearly there. EIGHT! Both men begin trading rights as the meet at the ring steps. NIIIIIIIINNNNNNEEEE! Both are fully aware of the count, and simultaneously break their brawl and step onto the apron, breaking the count. Instantly, they continue back to sparring, trading rights with one another, both exhausting tremendous energy from taking huge swings.)

HS: "Whoa, this is intense. They're really letting each other have it."

FJ: "They're going to pass out!"

HS: "They're definitely leaving it all in the ring. The fans love this."

(Suddenly, Low breaks the punch fest with a kick to Atlas' knee. Atlas instantly crumbles from the pain, still remaining from the Figure Four.)

FJ: "So much for that… once again, Low outsmarts Atlas."

HS: "Low will do anything for the upperhand."

FJ: "That's called being a winner."

(Low chops Atlas across the chest and then elbows him in the head. After the elbow, Low pulls Atlas down towards the ropes and uses his other hand to pull the ropes up, effectively choking Atlas. The referee orders Low to break the illegal hold, and when he does, he pulls down on the ropes. The recoil sends Atlas flipping over back into the ring, landing hard on his back.)

FJ: "Whoa, that was interesting."

HS: "Once again, Low resorts to underhanded techniques by choking Atlas with the ropes."

FJ: "Hey, he's just doing whatever it takes... anyone would do the same."

HS: "Yes, but I hoped we'd see a clean match up tonight. Man to man."

(Low takes a moment to shake off the pain and exhaustion and catch his second wind. He goes over to Atlas, and proceeds to pull him up again. Atlas, however, unloads with an elbow to Low's gut. Low responds with a hard lariat that sends Atlas staggering back, killing the momentum. Low then whips Atlas towards a turnbuckle and the Swede crashes hard against it. Atlas bounces off and stumbles directly to a kick to the gut from Low. Low wastes little time, and pulls Atlas down violently with an Impact DDT.)

HS: "Strong impact DDT from Low. And he's gained the upper hand again. He might want to pin Atlas here."

FJ: "Yeah, Atlas is out cold now."

(Instead of pinning, Low grabs one of Atlas' leg and glares down at him for a moment. Low then steps over and twists.)

FJ: "Oh, forget the pin, this is better."

HS: "Low is going for the Low Profile!"

FJ: "It's payback time!"

(Before Low can successfully lock the move in, Atlas is already pulling himself towards the ropes, frantically. He reaches them to the dismay of the Hall of Famer. Low, irritated, pulls Atlas off the ropes by his legs. He tries to lock the Low Profile in again, but Atlas shoves Low in the chest with his foot, sending him staggering backwards. Low charges, but suddenly, Atlas kips up and meets Low head on. Low stops dead in his tracks, and begins backing away as the fans cheer loudly. Low quickly tries for a short arm clothesline, but Atlas ducks and comes around behind Low.)

HS: "GERMAN SUPLEX!"

FJ: "Well, he pulled that out of his ass. Nice move."

HS: "Finally, you give the man his due."

FJ: "Blind squirrel, Herb."

HS: "Whatever, Frank."

(Atlas climbs to his feet, feeling the momentum shift. Low stumbles to his feet where Atlas is already waiting. Atlas whips Low into the opposite ropes and, after a brief moment, leaps high into the air.)

HS: "Did you see the elevation on that Drop Kick?"

FJ: "That wasn't natural… it must be his shoes."

HS: "And now the ball's in Atlas court."

(The fans roar as Atlas takes control of the match. Atlas pulls Low up and then quickly unloads with a boot to his opponent's gut. But Low manages to catch the kick before it connects. However, after a one foot hop, Atlas leaps into the air and connects with an Enziguri to Low's temple. SMACK! Low's eyes rolls up in the back of his head from the impact and he falls down to the mat.)

HS: "What an ENZIGURI! Low is out. And once again, the tide is changing."

FJ: "I can't keep up."

HS: "Atlas is feeling it."

(Atlas quickly covers Low for the pin, hooking his leg. ONE! TWO! THRE… Low barely manages to kick out. Atlas is undeterred, however, and rolls up to his feet, again stalking Low as the fans erupt.)

HS: "Atlas wants Low to REMEMBER THE TITANS!"

FJ: "Not again!"

(As soon as Low hits his feet, Atlas charges at him. A moment later, Low is down on the mat. Not from the move, but from the fact that he dropped down to his knees and put up his hands, pleading with Atlas. Atlas, naturally, doesn't fall for it, and goes to nail Low. But Low suddenly lunges out with his forearm.)

HS: "A low blow! WHAT A COWARDLY MOVE!"

FJ: "Not cowardly, opportunistic."

HS: "Low has cheated his way all through this match."

FJ: "Oh, whatever, Herb. It's not like you expected any different."

HS: "Cheat and Low in the same sentence, eh?"

(Atlas doubles over and the referee runs over to see what happened. But before the situation can be analyzed, Low charges forward and drives Atlas across the ring, back first into a turnbuckle. The fans boo loudly at the events that just surmised.)

FJ: "And Low is back in the driver's seat."

HS: "Yeah, but cheating, as always."

(Low chops Atlas across the chest twice, Whoo! Whoo!, and then proceeds to lift him up onto the second rope. Low unloads with a right on Atlas, and then lifts him up onto the top turnbuckle, climbing it himself. Atlas looks out of it, sitting atop the turnbuckle, as Low ascends with him. Standing on the second rope, Low locks in a face lock.)

HS: "Low's going for something big here."

FJ: "He's going for a Superplex."

HS: "This could be the stake in Atlas' heart, here."

FJ: "It's over!"

(But Atlas suddenly wakens and nails Low in the stomach with three quick punches. Atlas wraps his arm around Low's face.)

HS: "One more try! Remember the Titans, from the top rope!"

FJ: "NOT AGAIN!"

(But before Atlas can execute the maneuver, Low gouges him in the eye with his thumb. Low then unloads with a European Uppercut and climbs back up to the second rope. He grabs Atlas around the head, turns, and leaps.)

FJ and HS: "LOW STUNNER!"

(THUD! Low lands the move from the top rope as both men crash hard off the top. The fans are once again silent, amazed by the action.)

FJ: "LOW STUNNER! LOW STUNNER! LOW STUNNER!"

HS: "Low hit his move from the top rope! It has to be over!"

FJ: "GET UP LOW!"

HS: "Both men are down!"

(Both men lay on the mat, Atlas completely out of it, before Low finally gains enough composure to roll over onto Atlas. He drapes an arm across the Swede's chest and the referee counts.)

HS: "THE COVER!"

(ONE! TWO! THREE! Atlas kicks out!)

HS: "He kicked out!"

FJ: "No, he didn't!"

HS: "IT WAS SO CLOSE!"

FJ: "Low wins!"

HS: "He might have kicked out?"

FJ: "Maybe!"

(The referee stands there for a moment, but then calls for the bell and proclaims Low the victor as the fans boo loudly. Indeed, a replay on the AWATron shows that Atlas kicked out only a millisecond too late, and his shoulders were on the mat for the three count. Low rolls off Atlas, and lays on the mat for several moments as both men struggle for their breath. The referee calls for assistance as the fans are once again silent. Referee's help both men up, one raising Low's arm, as Atlas looks on in disbelief. Atlas shoves the referee's away, as does Low, and the two stand face to face in the center of the ring. Both men stare one another up and down, glaring, and then Atlas nods towards Low, in respect. With that, the Swede turns to leave the ring. He slides underneath the ropes and heads up the ramp as the fans applaud in appreciation for the great match up. Atlas stops at the entrance way and turns to face Low, who is still in the ring. He mouths the words ‘Next Time' and then turns and leaves the arena.)

HS: "Low manages to pick up the win over Atlas, but this has to be far from over."

FJ: "See, I told you, Low was going to win."

HS: "Atlas sure pushed him to the edge. What a valiant effort."

FJ: "I can't wait for the rematch!"

(The camera suddenly pans backstage where we see Orlando Ortega talking with Apollo.)

OOO: "Oh, that was a great match up. Atlas almost pulled it out."

Apollo: "Almost isn't good enough for Magnus. I have a feeling this isn't quite over yet."

OOO: "Yeah I know what you mean. Like, I know it's definitely not over between me and the Carnival."

Apollo: "Yeah you won a great match."

OOO: "It was Hangman's idea to use the garlic. It was a Triple Threat match, after all, no disqualifications."

Apollo: "It was a great idea."

OOO: "I know, but I didn't know he'd completely decimate Lady Ashe like that. I kind of get the feeling he used me."

Apollo: "I'm sorry man. But if I were you, I'd stay out of his way, he's lost it. Better to have a common enemy."

OOO: "Yeah, I know. I definitely don't want to get on his bad side."

Apollo: "Let's go see how Atlas is doing."

OOO: "You go without me man, I need to go find someone."

Apollo: "Joan?"

OOO: "Definitely… but send Atlas my best wishes. I hope he'll be alright."

Apollo: "If he wasn't, it wouldn't stop him."

FJ: "What was that all about?"

HS: "I think there is something going on between The Immortals, Orlando Ortega and the Hangman!"

FJ: "Oh, that's just crazy."

(We go back into the arena and "Give It All" by Rise Against starts playing as Xtreme Jeff come out. He raise his hands and looks at his empty side where Terry James should have been. He then proceeds down the rampway and slides under the bottom rope into the ring. He goes to the top of the turnbuckle and raises his hand while perched on the tope rope. He comes down and picks up a mic.)

XTJ: "You know, sometimes in life, things happen. Unfortunately, about a month ago, I was injured. Tonight I came back. Too bad I lost that Tag Team title match. Shit happens. Terry, as you may or may not know, is injured. Doctors haven't spoken about a return yet. Most of them are saying that only time will tell. So what's up with The Canucks, eh? That's pretty simple. Tonight, before your very own eyes, you will witness the end of The Canucks. I'm sorry. This isn't a task that I can take on alone. To all the fans of The Canucks, to all those who stayed hours to get our autograph or a picture with us, I'm... We're sorry. For those who wonder if I'm going to wrestle alone, the answer is clear. No. Thanks a lot to those who were with us. It's over.)

(Jeff drops down the mic and starts climbing out of the ring. A large pyro explosion shoots up on the stage as "Accidents" by Alexisonfire starts playing. A man comes out on the stage to a mixed reaction from the fans.)

MAN: "Well, well, well. Xtreme Jeff is "retiring". Aren't you kind of young to retire?"

(The crowd boos as Jeff is looking at the man.)

MAN: "Oh, I'm sorry... Did I break up your little sentimental moment? I'm so sorry. But hey, let me introduce myself. I'm Xstatic, the older brother of that crybaby in that ring. Look dude, don't go out that way. This isn't the way we we're raised. You're not a quitter."

XTJ: "Yeah, right and I guess you came out here to make a joke out of me."

Xstatic reaches into his back pocket and unfolds a letter.)

XSTATIC: "Let's see here... an AWA contract. I was wondering if it shold be signed? Does anybody have a pen? Because I don't."

(Xstatic comes down to the ring and picks up a pen on the way. He comes face to face with Jeff.)

XTJ: "I don't know what you're up to, but I suggest you don't sign that contract."

XSTATIC: "Who tells you it's mine?"

Xstatic reaches into his back pocket again and unfolds another letter.)

XSTATIC: "Look right there. Signed by Andrew Mayer, a.k.a Xstatic. So the other one, well, I guess it's for you dude."

(Jeff looks confused. He picks up the letter.)

XTJ: "That means you got my back?"

(Xstatic nods. Jeff signs the contract. He then gets out of the ring trough the crowd. About midway trough he stops.)

XTJ: "Oh, and by the way, everyone give a round of applause to the new member of The Canucks, Xstatic!"

(They exit through the crowd.)

FJ: "Well that was cute!"

(We go to a video package highlighting the career of The Hangman... his pay-per-view debut alongside his brother Snakebite as The Lone Star Outlaws at Powerslam 2000, winning their first AWA Tag Team title from The Travel Agency almost exactly five years ago... his many vicious battles with Jeff Christianson, Mortis Valley and Steven Caldera throughout the years... his World title wins over Mortis Valley, Drake Hyde and Ray Owens... and some of his vicious, more recent actions against members of The Carnival.

We then go to a video package highlighting the career of Brian Williams... his debut as The Death Angel... his decimation of men such as Jayson Price, Adam Bawm and Zeal... some of his more heinous acts against the likes of Snake... his World title wins over Zeal, Nightmist and Low... but also his more recent troubles against men such as Anthem and Cynder.

Finally, we get to Schizm. Obviously, since his career just started recently, we can't go too far into the past, but we see various scenes of Schizm "entertaining" himself or others... we see him heading up The Carnival and laying beatings on Paul Parker and The Hangman... and finally we see him in action against The Hangman.)

HS: "Ladies and gentlemen, up next is our main event of the evening. Schizm joined the AWA not too long ago, yet he has had quite an impact, forming The Carnival and playing some effective games with The Hangman. Brian Williams recently joined them in battle, and we have been witnessing a, some might say unsurprising, change in Brian Williams."

FJ: "Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes... let's face it, Herb, THAT'S the Brian Williams we all want. The one pleasuring himself while watching the bloody messes that used to be his opponents."

HS: "Whatever it is, Frank, this match could very well give one of these men a lot of momentum heading into King Of The Kage."

(Light sitar music begins to play, accompanied by drums as the arena goes dark, except for red light emanating from the entrance, silhouetting two shapely dancers whose serpentine bodies sway to the music. Suddenly, the opening riff of "Do You Call My Name" by Ra hits the air as strobes kick in. Two men come out from the back, carrying lit torches that they use to blow fireballs, going from one side of the stage to the other. The beat slows down and changes and the two fire-breathers go to either side of the entrance, juggling their torches between each other.)

KEEP IT WITH A BEAT!

(The main riff strikes up and Schizm leaps out from the back between the juggled torches. The lights come back up and Schizm throws his head back in laughter. Flanked by the two dancers, Schizm makes his way down to the ring, taking his time to mock the crowd. The dancers get up onto the ring apron and hold the top and middle ropes open for Schizm to climb through. Schizm runs to the opposite corner and jumps onto it, throwing his head back with laughter again before backflipping off the turnbuckle, turning in midair so he lands facing the entranceway.)

FJ: "Don't you think it is kinda unfair for Schizm to come out here without the moral support lent to him by Sebastian Blood after what happened to him earlier?"

HS: "Yes... totally..."

(The lights go out again as "Harvestor Of Sorrow" by Metallica begins to play. Blue light falls onto the stage as smoke billows to create an ominous haze. Out from the haze steps Brian Williams. He briefly stops atop of the ramp before he slowly makes his way down the ramp.)

HS: "I wonder if the AWA superstars have used all of Metallica's back catalogue between them by now."

FJ: "Shhhhht, Herb! Let's enjoy Brian Williams' entrance as its meant to be – accompanied by huge boos!"

(Williams gets onto the apron and then steps over the top rope and into the ring. He stares at Schizm as his music fades out and "Sleep Now In The Fire" by Rage Against The Machine begins to play. A picture of a longhorn skull appears on the AWATron with a rope hanging off of each horn, ending in a hangman's noose. Red pyros go off as The Hangman, sitting on a large, black horse, comes out from the back..)

HS: "For years, people have been wondering what would happen if these two monsters collided. Tonight, they can find out, yet Schizm has proven himself to be a force to be reckoned with.)

(After reaching ringside, The Hangman gets off the horseback and then slowly steps into the ring. He takes off his hat and places the chain with the bible over one of the corner posts. He takes his time and stares at both Williams and Schizm, as he removes his black vest, clenching and releasing his hands anxiously. The three men then walk into the middle of the ring, exchanging glares. The referee calls for the bell and at the same time, Williams and Hangman nail Schizm with a right hand, sending him to the mat. Immediately afterwards, the two former World Champions stare at each other.)

HS: "It seems as if both men intend to put out Schizm first before fighting it out among themselves."

FJ: "Neither man can claim to be very popular these days, but you can feel the electricity in the air as the two monsters are staring each other down!"

(Hangman turns his back towards Williams and then goes to pick up Schizm, who is observing the scenario. Before Hangman can bend down, however, Williams grabs him by the shoulder and pulls him away from Schizm. Instead, Williams now goes after Schizm, grabbing him by the head, but Hangman is there and pulls Williams off. The two face off again, but this time the staredown doesn't last long, as they engage in a wild exchange of lefts and rights.)

HS: "And listen to the fans, they love seeing these two men taking each other out."

(As Hangman and Williams keep on fistfighting, Schizm hits Williams with a forearm to the back and then a right fist to his face, but Williams counters with a knee to Schizm's stomach. He Irish whips him across the ring and as Schizm goes into the ropes, Hangman sends Williams into the corner. As Schizm approaches Hangman, Hangman picks Schizm up, presses him high above his head, walks towards the ropes and then drops him out of the ring!)

HS: "Woah, Schizm must have fallen close to ten feet there, right onto the outside!"

FJ: "And Williams and Hangman are going at it again."

(Williams nails Hangman from behind with a clubbing forearm across Hangman's back. He Irish whips Hangman across the ring and into the corner. He charges Hangman and goes for a clothesline in the corner, but Hangman gets out of the way and Williams crashes chest-first into the corner. Hangman reaches around Williams, picks him up and hits a sidewalk slam. Not wasting any time, Hangman lays the boots to Williams, followed by a legdrop across Williams' throat. Hangman pulls Williams up by his long, dark hair and whips him into the ropes. He goes for a big boot, but Williams ducks. As Hangman turns around, Williams goes for a big boot himself, but this time Hangman ducks. Both men turn around and SIMULTANEOUSLY hit each other with big boots right to the face.)

HS: "Both Hangman and Williams are down, and I think it is save to say that these two men will fight to the very end."

FJ: "But don't count out Schizm, who is back inside the ring."

(Schizm seizes the opportunity and starts stomping away at both Williams and Hangman. He briefly stops and erupts in hysterical laughter for no apparent reason, but is quickly turning his attention towards Williams again. He grabs Williams by the hair and then starts slapping him across the face! This only seems to serve waking Williams up, as he makes it up to his feet and grabs Schizm by the throat. Schizm, however, is able to grab Williams' throat as well, and Williams immediately lets go of Schizm.)

FJ: "What's the matter?"

HS: "Look at Schizm's hand! He has a hand buzzer in his hand and put that to Williams throat!"

(Williams screams in anger and then charges Schizm, but Schizm ducks and backdrops Williams over the top rope and out of the ring. Hangman, however, grabs Schizm from behind and rakes his eyes. He follows up by hitting a headbutt into the back of Schizm's head, then a second one, a third one, a fourth one... he does not stop! The referee warns The Hangman, but as is the rule with Triple Threat Matches, there are no disqualifications. Hangman pushes Schizm into the corner and then hits a series of elbows to Schizm's face, causing him to slump down in the corner. Hangman then grabs Schizm's head with both of his hands and repeatedly rams the back of it into the turnbuckle, until Schizm finally drops down on his knees. Suddenly, a flower appears in Schizm's hand and before can ask the question how it got there, a stream of water comes shooting out of it and straight into Hangman's face.)

FJ: "Woooo, it's magic!"

HS: "I have a feeling The Hangman neither appreciates it, nor is he too bothered by it."

(And indeed, Hangman starts nailing Schizm with a series of fists to his head, but Schizm stops the barrage of fists with a well-placed low blow. The crowd "ooooh's" as The Hangman drops to his knees. Schizm leans against the corner and then kicks Hangman into the face with both of his feet, sending him onto his back. Schizm then goes into the ropes, does a cartwheel and then hits The Hangman with a somersault senton splash. He covers and gets 1, but Williams is back in the ring and breaks it up with an elbow to Schizm's neck. He pulls Schizm up and then hits a short-arm clothesline. Williams then pulls The Hangman up and rams his knee into his midsection several times. Williams, however, grabs Hangman's head and presses his thumbs into both of Hangman's eyes. The Hangman, on the other hand, pulls Williams' head far back by pulling his hair. As the two struggle near the ropes, Schizm runs at them, reaches for their legs and uses their own height and momentum to send them over the top rope and out of the ring.)

HS: "Impressive move by Schizm."

FJ: "Smart move by Schizm!"

(Schizm leaps onto the top rope and amazes the crowd with his balance. After standing there for several seconds, he drops down onto the top rope, backflips back into the ring and starts laughing hysterically yet again. On the outside, Williams and Hangman have started exchanging fists once again, with neither one of them getting a clear advantage, as Schizm just looks on while still laughing. Williams gains the advantage with yet another knee to Hangman's stomach and then rams him head-first into the corner steel post. Williams attempts to repeat this maneuver, but Hangman is able to hold on to the ringpost and keep his body away from it. He hits Williams' head with an elbow, grabs him by the throat and pushes him back and neck-first into the steel guardrail, almost pushing it over. Hangman holds on to Williams throat and chokes him, but Williams is able to do the same to Hangman. As both men stand on the outside choking each other, Schizm suddenly leaps onto the top rope, jumps off and hits a beautiful corkscrew moonsault to the amazement of the fans.)

FJ: "No Laughing Matter! And all three men are down!"

(All three men are down in pile of flesh. Schizm is the first one to get up to his knees, followed by The Hangman. Hangman walks towards Schizm, but Schizm suddenly drops down and grounds Hangman with a drop-toehold, sending him throat-first into the guardrail!)

FJ: "That had to hurt."

HS: "The Hangman is clenching his throat after falling right onto the guardrail."

(Just as Schizm turns around, however, Williams is there and connects with a big boot to Schizm's face, sending him to the ground. Williams then pulls Schizm up, lifts him above his head with a gorilla press, marches several steps forward and throws Schizm several feet away and onto the steel ramp! Schizm lands with a thud onto his stomach.)

HS: "Oh my god, he threw Schizm several feet away! I wonder if Schizm has what it takes to make it back into this match."

(Williams slides back into the ring, where Hangman is lying on his back, coughing and still clenching his throat. Williams walks over to Hangman, grabs the top rope, places his boot across Hangman's throat and starts choking him. Hangman tries to push Williams off, but to no avail. Williams then drops to his knees and starts choking Hangman with both of his massive hands. On the outside, Schizm is slowly crawling back towards the ring.)

HS: "Schizm is actually moving again and it seems as if he is far from finished."

FJ: "But maybe The Hangman is finished, as he doesn't look like he is getting too much oxygen."

(Williams finally releases the chokehold and gets into an argument with the referee. The Hangman turns onto all fours and starts crawling around the ring, but Williams is right behind him, practically stalking him. As Hangman finally makes it to his feet, Williams grabs him from behind and applies Fate's Reprisal! With his throat in less than perfect condition, Hangman has a tough time breathing and struggles to get out of the hold. The referee is there to check on him and asks him if he wants to give up, but The Hangman shakes his head to the best of his abilities considering what hold he is in. Finally, Hangman drops down to his knees, as Williams holds on to Fate's Reprisal. The referee checks on Hangman and lifts up his right arm. The arm drops for the first time. The referee lifts the arm up again and it drops for the second time. The referee lifts the arm for the third time, but before it has any chance to drop, Schizm jumps onto the top rope, springboards off of it and hits Williams with a missile dropkick in the back of the head, forcing him to release Fate's Reprisal.)

FJ: "That was close. The Hangman owes Schizm one."

(Williams gets back up to his feet, but Schizm suddenly leapfrogs him and and catches his head with his legs, taking him over with a unique headscissors.)

HS: "Schizm calls this the Schizam!"

FJ: "And it just took Brian Williams over and out of the ring."

(As Williams is taken out of the ring by the momentum, Schizm redirects his attention towards The Hangman, who is on the mat, moving, but holding his throat. As Hangman gets to his knees, Schizm kicks right into Hangman's throat with the tip of his boot, causing Hangman to drop to the mat again. As Hangman rolls onto his back, Schizm jumps into the air and hits a kneedrop across Hangman's throat. Schizm observes Hangman slowly getting up to his feet, laughing all the while. As Hangman is back up, Schizm runs at Hangman, grabs him in a headlock, jumps over the top rope and clotheslines Hangman on the top rope in the process. As Schizm is in midair, he lands on Williams' shoulders and hits a Jestercanrana on the outside.)

HS: "Schizm is really impressing people here tonight in his first big pay-per-view match. That Kamikaze Guillotine followed by the Jestercanrana certainly was something."

(Schizm quickly slides back into the ring where The Hangman is back on his feet. Schizm hits a forearm into Hangman's lower back area, causing him to arch back to a degree. Schizm reaches around The Hangman's neck, pulls him back and applies a dragon sleeper. The referee is there again checking on Hangman, but before Hangman can react, Williams is back in the ring and hits a series of elbows to Schizm's neck, causing him to release Hangman from the dragon sleeper, thus falling to the mat. Williams then grounds Schizm with a Russian leg sweep. He pulls Schizm up and applies a full nelson. After a few seconds, Williams lifts Schizm up and hits a full nelson slam, sending Schizm down with a loud thud. He then directs his attention to The Hangman. He pulls Hangman up and applies a cobra clutch, holding it again for several seconds. As with Schizm a few moments earlier, Williams lifts Hangman up and hits a cobra clutch slam.)

HS: "Impressive feat of strength there from Brian Williams."

FJ: "It really isn't impressive because we know that Williams is the most powerful force in the AWA!"

(Williams Irish whips Schizm into a corner and then Irish whips The Hangman into the opposite corner. Williams chokes Hangman with his boot for a few seconds and then runs at Schizm in the opposite corner, hitting a powerful clothesline. He doesn't waste any time and runs across the ring again, this time hitting Hangman. Williams repeats this one more time, hitting Schizm with the third consecutive corner clothesline. Williams then picks Schizm up and hangs him head down into the corner. He kicks Schizm's chest a few times before taking off and hitting The Hangman with yet another corner clothesline. He charges Schizm and hits a tree of woe. Williams continues with his dynamic ways, runs across the ring and hits Hangman with YET ANOTHER corner clothesline, before charging Schizm again and nailing him with a flying back elbow.)

HS: "Brian Williams is making a spirited comeback right here."

(Williams charges Hangman again, but this time Hangman explodes out of the corner with a clothesline from hell! Williams gets drilled into the mat as The Hangman has obviously caught his second wind. He runs at Schizm, who is still hanging in the corner, and kicks him right into the groin, finally causing him to slump to the mat.)

FJ: "That's the payback for the low blow from Schizm earlier on."

HS: "It appears The Hangman has been woken up by the series of clotheslines in the corner."

(Williams struggles to get up to his feet, but as he does, Hangman grabs him from behind and hits a bulldog. Hangman then pulls Williams up, puts his head between his own legs, lifts him up and sends him down with a thunderous power bomb!)

FJ: "Woah! A 350-pound power bomb! When have you seen Brian Williams ever flying through the air like that?"

HS: "But The Hangman does not cover! It is clear that for these men, this goes beyond the simple 1-2-3."

(Hangman walks over to Schizm and picks him up. He hooks his head, lifts him up and holds him in the vertical suplex position for six... seven... eight... nine... ten seconds! He then comes crashing down on the mat, leaving Schizm flat on his back.)

FJ: "That certainly rearranged Schizm's vertebrae."

(Williams is back up and walks towards Hangman, but Hangman reacts quickly, lifts Williams up and hits a big spinebuster. As Schizm gets to his feet, Hangman runs at him and hits another clothesline from hell, sending Schizm right back down. Williams gets to his feet as well, and Hangman runs at him from behind, grabs him by his hair and his pants and throws him over the top rope and out of the ring.)

HS: "And now The Hangman has Schizm all for himself."

(Schizm is on one knee. Just as he gets to his feet, Hangman against runs towards him, leaps into the air and hits a huge jumping DDT.)

FJ: "You know, The Hangman and Williams are called monsters and brawlers and power wrestlers and whatnot, but both can surprise you with agility and wrestling skills."

(Hangman proceeds to nail Schizm with a series of rights right to his head, but suddenly Schizm starts laughing hysterically again. Hangman briefly stops his assault, unsure of what to think of Schizm's behavior. Enraged, Hangman punches away at Schizm even more, ignoring the referee's instructions to stop using closed fists.)

FJ: "What is the damn referee doing, there are no disqualifications!"

HS: "And look at the anger in The Hangman's face! Schizm keeps on laughing and The Hangman must have hit Schizm's head 25, 26 straight times by now!"

(Finally, The Hangman shows signs of frustration and lets go of Schizm. Schizm is leaning against the corner, still laughing, enraging The Hangman some more. Hangman runs at Schizm and goes for a corner clothesline of his own, but Schizm gets his legs up and Hangman runs into Schizm's feet. Schizm Irish whips Hangman into the opposite corner, runs towards him, performs a cartwheel and connects with a handspring elbow into the corner.)

FJ: "The Running Gag!"

HS: "The running big boot!"

(Just as Schizm turns around, Williams is back in the ring and runs at Schizm, hitting him with a nasty-looking big boot. Williams is fired up and pulls Schizm to his feet. He lifts him up and goes for the Struggle Within, but Schizm is somehow able to slide down Williams' back and take him down with him in a sunset flip-like move. Williams rolls through and lands on his stomach, but the smaller, more agile Schizm rolls through himself and lands on Williams' leg. He hooks the ankle and applies the Joker's Folly!)

HS: "This could very well be it!"

FJ: "This has got to be one of the nastiest variations of an ankle lock I have ever seen."

(Before there is any chance for Williams to tap, though, The Hangman applies the facial claw on Schizm.)

HS: "If he hits the Southern Comfort Slam, it's all over!"

(Schizm frees himself with yet another low blow in form of a kick right between The Hangman's legs. Hangman is doubled over and Schizm goes into the ropes, hitting the Schizzer's Kick. Hangman is down and Schizm covers. He gets 1..... 2..... and a kick out. Schizm runs at The Hangman as he is getting back up, but Hangman catches Schizm and hits a quick and powerful powerslam.)

HS: "He almost slammed Schizm right through the mat and onto the concrete floor!"

(The Hangman pulls Schizm up and lifts him up for a dominator. But instead of slamming Schizm to the mat, he throws him over the top rope and out of the ring.)

FJ: "Ouch, Schizm landed in an awkward angle there."

HS: "I don't think this does any favors to his knees the way he landed on the hard ground."

(As Hangman turns his attention towards Brian Williams, Williams connects with a haymaker to Hangman's face, staggering him back several steps. Hangman, though, counters with a haymaker of his own, sending Williams back a few steps. Williams hits the next haymaker, causing Hangman to drop down to one knee. Hangman shakes off the effects of the punches and connects with another haymaker of his own, this time causing Williams to drop to one knee. The Hangman goes into the ropes to hit another clothesline from hell, but Williams suddenly explodes and hits a clothesline of his own. He then pulls The Hangman up, hooks his head, lifts him up and hits the Struggle Within! He covers. 1..... 2..... NO! Schizm makes the save by pulling Williams off of Hangman and out of the ring!)

HS: "That was close!"

FJ: "Schizm recovered in time from being thrown out of the ring and made the save, undoubtedly not to save The Hangman, but to continue this tough battle."

(Williams and Schizm exchange blows at ringside. As they do so, Hangman suddenly launches himself over the top rope and onto the two of them, creating yet another pile of flesh on the ground.)

FJ: "This is the suicide dive that Brian Williams usually uses on his opponents."

HS: "As you said earlier on, Frank, The Hangman surprises you with his agility at times."

(The Hangman pulls Williams up to his feet and walks him over the announcers' table.)

FJ: "Oh no, let's get out of here!"

(We see Herb and Frank jumping out of their chairs and quickly getting away from their table. In the meantime, Hangman has applied the clawhold on Brian Williams, forcing him to go down on one knee. After a few seconds, Hangman uses his incredible strength to lifts Williams up and send him through the table with the Southern Comfort Slam! The crowd erupts in a "Holy shit!"-chant.)

FJ: "Thankfully we got out of there before Williams hit the table. Everything around it has been shattered to pieces, Herb!"

HS: "And The Hangman has that sadistic look on his face!"

(The Hangman walks over to where his trench coat has been placed. He reaches into the pocket and pulls out a bottle of Jack Daniels... and a firelighter!)

HS: "Oh no, he is going to set his opponents on fire, just as he did to Andreas Lasiewicz at Springs And Breaks!"

(Unbeknownst to The Hangman, the camera catches Schizm pulling out a bottle of Jack Daniels from under the ring himself, as Hangman slowly comes closer. The Hangman stares into the crowd while Schizm douses his OWN HEAD in Jack Daniels.)

FJ: "What is Schizm doing?"

HS: "I have no idea, Frank, but The Hangman seems to take great joy in playing with his lighter."

(As Schizm gets to his feet and turns around, Hangman takes a big swig of JD and proceeds to blow a ball of fire at Schizm's head. Doused in all the JD, Schizm's mask immediately catches fire and the fans scream in horror at the sight of a man's head burning. Schizm, however, inexplicably begins to laugh. He runs at Hangman, his mask still in flames, and starts headbutting Hangman! Hangman falls to the ground, holding his face, as his own masks shows signs of melting in a few spots. A disgusting scent of burned textile and human flesh comes across the ringside fans, as the still-laughing Schizm pulls of his burning mask, revealing a fireproof second mask beneath it. An official runs to ringside and uses a fire extinguisher to extinguish the flames of Schizm's original mask.)

HS: "Schizm apparently sensed The Hangman would try something like this, but I don't think anybody could have sensed Schizm using this counter him."

(Meanwhile, Williams has gotten up from the pile of wood that used to be a table and is on his way back into the ring. Schizm is there to "assist" him, as he pushes him into the ring using his pants. In the ring, Schizm Irish whips Williams into the corner and then lifts him up in a seated position on the top turnbuckle. Schizm follows Williams up to the top rope and goes for a Frankenjester, but Williams is able to hold! He is able to stand up on the second rope, then jumps forward and hits a super bomb on Schizm! Williams drops to the mat and covers Schizm. He gets 1..... 2..... and a CLOSE kick out!)

HS: "What an impact on that super bomb! I was sure he had him!"

(Williams pulls Schizm up, and Schizm almost appears to be totally limb. Williams, though, puts Schizm's head between his legs and lifts him up for a power bomb. He hits the power bomb, but actually holds on to Schizm and lifts him up again to hit a second power bomb! Williams lifts Schizm up one more time, but suddenly, Schizm spits water into Williams' face, distracting him momentarily and slipping from his grasp. Schizm then hooks Williams' head, lifts him up and bounces his legs off the top rope. Jumping up himself, he hits a wicked slingshot DDT. Schizm covers and the referee counts 1..... 2..... 3! No, Hangman drops a leg on Schizm's neck just in time to break the count! Williams rolls out of the ring as The Hangman rubs his hands, standing over the fallen Schizm. Schizm does not realize this, though, and slowly gets back to his feet. As he turns around, The Hangman applies the clawhold yet again.)

FJ: "Another attempt at the Southern Comfort Slam!"

HS: "He lifts him up!"

FJ: "And hits it!"

(Indeed, Hangman applies the clawhold for several seconds before lifting Schizm up and hitting the Southern Comfort Slam. Hangman holds on to the claw and the referee counts Schizm's schoulders down. 1..... 2..... TWACK! Williams has returned to the ring and breaks the count with a wicked chair shot to The Hangman's back. The Hangman slowly makes it to his feet, but as he turns around, Williams hits him with another chair shot, this time squarely across the head, staggering Hangman back several steps and causing him to lean against the ropes. Williams then runs at Hangman and nails his head with the chair again, this time sending him over the top rope and out of the ring. As Williams turns around, Schizm connects with a running dropkick, kicking the chair right into Williams' face.)

HS: "Look at that impact! Williams' eyebrow is busted open and bleeding profusely!"

FJ: "What is Schizm doing?"

(Schizm picks up the chair and unfolds it. He sits down for a few second and begins laughing again. He doesn't waste much time, however, as he pulls Williams up to his feet. In an incredible and surprising showing of strength, Schizm lifts Williams up and then sends him down with the Last Laugh, with Williams' face hitting the unfolded chair on his way down, leaving a huge dent in the process. Schizm covers Williams. The Hangman slowly makes his way back into the ring and tries to break up the cover, but he is a split-second too late as the referee counts 1..... 2..... 3! Schizm wins.)

FJ: "It's over!"

HS: "Schizm defeats Brian Williams and The Hangman!"

("Daylight Dancer" begins to play as Schizm starts laughing again. The Hangman, however, is everything but satisfied. He grabs the steel chair and folds it up as much as possible. As Schizm turns around, he gets PLASTERED with a wicked chair shot. The Hangman turns around and then nails the kneeling Williams with a chair shot to the back of the head. Seeing Schizm beginning to stir, he then races towards the top of the ropes, where he sits perched.)

HS: "For The Hangman, this is not over yet!"

(hangman waits for Schizm to regain his footing. As Schizm shakes out the cobwebs, The Hangman awes the crowd once more as he delivers a Texas Pinebox Special to the clown! Getting back up, he then goes back over towards Brian Williams, pulls him up and sits him up on the turnbuckle with his back to the ring. Scaling the same turnbuckle and facing Williams, we can hear The Hangman talking to him.)

HANGMAN: "You beat The Hangman Aaron Matthewson? You didn't do (bleep)! Here's a brief rememberance to Aaron, you miserable sonofabitch!!!!!"

(In yet another incredible power display, The Hangman lifts Williams up and delivers a San Antonio Cyclone off the top rope, to the outside, and THROUGH THE SPANISH ANNOUNCER'S TABLE!!!!! All three participants lie motionless as the crowd starts another round of "Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!" After several, long moments, The Hangman eventually stirs to life. Pointing to the rafters once again, we see several ropes beginning to descend.)

HS: "The Hangman has lost the match, but he has taken out The Carnival and Brian Williams here tonight in Honolulu! And he apparently isn't done yet!"

(Indeed, The Hangman returns to the ring once more. He applies the claw on Schizm, lifts him up and hits yet another Southern Comfort Slam on him. He then begins to put Schizm's arms and legs through the nooses. As the ropes draw up halfway towards the rafters, Schizm's predicament gives us the impression that he's a puppet! Leaving the ring and walking over towards a stirring Brian Williams, The Hangman picks up another steel chair and repeatedly bashes him over the body with it until he moves no more.)

HS: "This is enough! Somebody needs to step in here, right now! This is worse than what Low did to BlackJack last Sunday!"

(The Hangman grabs Williams by his right wrist and slowly and laboriously drags him up the entrance ramp. Finally, he drags him through the curtain to the back as the AWA logo appears before the scene fades to black.)

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