(The AWA logo flashes across the screen and we see the faces of Travis Gray, Nathan Hawthorne-Lee, Jeff Christianson and Cynder as David Bowie's "Heroes" plays in the background. We see scenes from their careers and highlights from recent weeks, but suddenly, Depeche Mode's "A Pain That I'm Used To" begins to play and we see The Administration dominating Team Gray throughout the years. We see Low beating Whisper at Wrestlefest VII and then betraying Travis Gray to become the sole owner of the AWA... Lars Fredrickson joining Low to form The Excellent Master Tacticians... Lars winning the LWA Universal title... Lars and Low winning the Tag Team title from The Canucks and beating some other team at Hell On Earth... We see Brian Stevens winning the World title from John Williams and defending it at Hell On Earth, then joining The Administration... We see fans reacting with pure hatred to Richard O. Dickinson III wherever he goes... We then see Low firing Cynder and The Administration ending the careers of some tag team... Finally, there are the scenes of Gray finally liberating himself from Low and Cynder returning, but a huge red X appears on screen, saying "Censored by The Legendary Low". Finally, we cut into the Rexall Place in Edmonton, Canada, as fireworks go off in the sold-out arena. We then cut to our announcers.)

HS: "Almost six months ago, Keiko Ono, Whisper and The Legendary Low each bought shares the American Wrestling Alliance. Power shifted back and forth until finally Low held ALL the power. Today, he is either going to lose it all, or will be justified in calling himself the most powerful man in AWA history. Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to AWA Springs And Breaks 2006. My name is Herb Summers, alongside..."

FJ: "Frank Jackson! This will be the crowning night of Low's career, Herb. I will take Low, Lars Fredrickson, Brian Stevens and Richard O. Dickinson III over Travis Gray, Nathan Hawthorne-Lee, Jeff Christianson and Cynder any day of the week."

HS: "Yeah, you are strange like that. Folks, we will have seven matches tonight, and besides the brutal War Games main event, we will see Brian Williams and John Williams in their second encounter, and we have just received the news that it will be a falls-count-aynwhere Match. Now think about that for a minute."

FJ: "It will be total chaos. Total chaos will also take place in our 4-way Match for the US title, as Champion Hellraisin' Holly defends against Terry James, Logan Alexander and John Rourke. Also, the Cruiserweight title will be on the line in a Vortex rematch, as Orlando Ortega takes on Jayson Price."

HS: "Also, No Limits Champion Jai Williams defends against Quade DeSade and A.C. Smith, Stacy Jones takes on Malika, and Brody Knolan and Larry Lansdowne will take on Brickcity [B] and Pheonix. And fans, things are gonna keep heating up! It's time for the No Limits Title Triple Threat match!"

FJ: "Alright! Some good, ol' fashion violence."

HS: "In the ring, it's standard rules! Once your on the outside, however! ANYTHING GOES!"

FJ: "We all know the rules, Herb! Let's get these guys out here!"

('Sadness' by Enigma reverbs from the speakers; heavy industrial chords counterpoint the agonizing screams peeling from the images on screen; The Crucifier practiced on opponent after opponent...then in a moments respite only the heavy, sighing breath of an unseen woman can be heard...) The Lights in the auditorium are extinguished. And like a burning brimstone flood letters spelling the name QUADE DESADE form a fiery cruciform logo; and the harsh tempo resumes and the monks begin again their Gregorian Chanting. Bathed in the flaming incandescence of his fiery cross Quade DeSade stands at the top of the ramp. Enshrouded in the faded, travel worn tailcoat he stands staring out at the spotlighted ring. It is then that the love can be felt: Ignorant of the crowd on either side of him, deaf to the jeers and insults raining on him Quade walks unhurried and uncaring towards the ring. The bright banners dissing on him and cussing him don't attract his attention. His only response is the seemingly permanent cold, crocodile grin which seems more for himself than for any would-be fan out there. Inside the ring and within the light he drops his coat and raises a horribly burn-scarred arm to each of the four corners in a mockery of a salute to the faceless crowd hidden within the darkness.)

HS: "This is home to one of tonight's challengers, Quade DeSade!"

FJ: "Yep. He's had three previous and outstanding reigns as No Limits Champion."

HS: "You KNOW Quade has a trick or two down his sleeve tonight."

(The lights dim, and the music plays. A.C. struts out in his ring attire and stops just in front of the fireworks that go off behind him. He doesn't really care if the fans go nuts, he only cares about what goes on inside the ring. No high-fives on the way out, and he doesn't really try to work the crowd. His entrance is admittedly bland, but his previous championships show that he's worth it.)

HS: "AC Smith was the man to end Quade DeSade's third run as No Limits Champion and AC also lost the title to current champ Jai Williams! This one has MANY different angles thrown in!"

FJ: "Yep. Everyone hates everyone in this one and I love that!"

("Thug Lord" by Yukmouth hits over the PA system and out walks current No Limits Champion Jai Williams with the title around his waist. Jai waists no time listening to the boo'ing fans and slides into the ring and hands off the No Limits Championship belt to the ref. The ref calls for the bell and we are under way!)

HS: "There's the bell, Frank! This one is gonna get ugly!"

FJ: "Oh, you know it!"

(All three men step center ring and all begin talking a little trash. In one sudden movement, all three men go for a collar-elbow tie up! All three men are intertwined with one another, fighting over position! Finally, all three men break the hold and stare one another down! The crowd cheers and all three men rethink their strategy. Finally, they all step center ring again and talk trash for a second time. Jai Williams makes the first move and pimp slaps both Quade DeSade and then AC Smith. Jai talks some thug-garbage to his opponents but is surprised when AC and Quade work together and hit a double clothesline on Williams! Jai Williams shoots right up to a vertical base and is met with a double kick to the gut and then is double suplexed!!)

HS: "Whoa! Teamwork from Smith and DeSade!?"

FJ: "Hey, Williams pimp slapped both Smith and DeSade. They answered back in a cohesive ass kicking."

(The teamwork has seemingly ended as DeSade turns on Smith and takes him down with a clothesline of his own. DeSade smirks as he brings Smith to his feet and clamps on a side headlock. DeSade fights with Smith, finally bringing him center ring. Once center ring, DeSade gets a HUGE surprise as from behind him, Jai Williams clamps on a side headlock on DeSade!! DeSade panics and Smith frees himself from Quade's headlock and executes a go behind, this time applying a sleeper hold on Jai Williams. DeSade finally finds a way out as he throws his leg behind him and hit's a double low blow, which the referee didn't see somehow.)

FJ: "BRILLIANT!"

HS: "So cheating is somehow brilliant?!"

FJ: "You bet your ass it is! Cheating makes me a happy panda!"

(DeSade smiles sadistically as he brings Jai Williams to his feet and hoists him above his head. DeSade walks him to the ropes and throws him over and to the matted floor below. Jai yells in pain and DeSade seems satisfied...until he turns around! AC Smith charges in at DeSade and clotheslines him over the top rope! AC Smith plays to the fans and they respond with a nice pop!)

HS: "The fans are getting behind AC Smith in this one, Frank!"

FJ: "Yeah, I assumed that. DeSade is a little to weird for Canada while Jai Williams is too thugalicious for their tastes."

(AC Smith, in a rare move, heads to the top rope! The fans start to buzz as DeSade and Williams rise to their feet right next to one another. AC Smith leaps off the top rope and to the floor, drilling both Quade DeSade and Jai Williams with a shoulder tackle! Williams flies into the guardrail DeSade flies and lands hard on the mat! Smith jumps up to the ring apron and again panders to the fans!)

FJ: "The challenger, AC Smith, needs to follow up here, Herb! He needs to ignores these stupid Canucks!"

HS: "I agree with you on that, Frank! AC Smith is wasting time he really can't afford to waste!"

(Quade DeSade is the first to his feet and AC Smith is ready for him! AC leaps from the apron at DeSade with a Double Axe Handle, but Quade is ready for it and moves out of the way! Smith rips the guardrail with his ribs and buckles to the floor! DeSade follows up quickly and starts kneeing the skull of Smith into the guardrail a good three times before forcefully bringing Smith to his feet and hitting a Russian Legsweep into the rail! The crowd responds in shock as DeSade laughs and holds Smith in his lap maniacally.)

HS: "We've seen Quade do this before, Frank! He likes to show his foes that their life is in HIS hands! This is SICK!"

FJ: "Meh. Quade does his thing and I love it!"

(Jai Williams flies into the picture and spears DeSade as he was trying to get up! DeSade smacks the guardrail hard! Jai Williams yells to the crowd and tells them that he's "Jai Williams, bitch!" Jai Williams grabs a chair and sets it near DeSade. Jai gets a running start and goes to step up to the chair for a launching pad, but Smith kicks the chair away and Jai Williams embarrassingly does a face plant! The crowd laughs. Smith rushes at DeSade and clotheslines him over the guardrail! Smith climbs over the guardrail and the two start brawling in the aisle way!)

HS: "This one has turned into a cluster!"

FJ: "What did you expect, Herb!? This ain't checkers!"

(Jai Williams follows into the crowd, but we lose him. We find DeSade and Smith brawling down an aisle-way and they stop near the exit of the first floor. However, up above the exit we see Jai Williams!!! Jai shouts "Die, Mothah Fucka!" and leaps from the 20 + feet overhang and hits both Quade and AC with the Magazine Bomb!!!)

HS: "OH MY GOD!!! Jai Williams just hit a 450 Shooting Star Press!"

FJ: "DAMN! That was INCREDIBLE!!"

(Jai Williams shoots right up after the dive and taunts the crowd by "shooting them" with an oozie. Jai Williams proceeds to yell obscenities at his opponents before bringing Smith to his feet. Jai drags Smith all the way back to the guardrail and dumps him up and over. Jai hops over the guardrail and dumps Smith back into the ring. Jai hops up to the top rope and waits for Smith to get to his feet...but DeSade is amazingly there! Quade crotches Williams and enters the ring. Quade brings Smith up and hit's a quick DDT and goes for a cover...)

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2..

(Kickout by Smith! DeSade watches Jai Williams fall out of the crotched position and to the canvas. Quade chuckles as he brings Smith to his feet. Quade signals for the end of the match and deep arm drags Smith over and into a tree of woe.)

HS: "Quade DeSade is looking to hit his Condemned move!"

FJ: "If he does, then this one is over, buddy-boy!"

(Out of a last ditch effort, Jai Williams rushes at DeSade and he successfully pushes Quade to the floor from the top rope before he can finish the Condemned! Jai brings Smith out of the tree of woe and heads to the top rope himself!)

HS: "What's Jai Williams looking for, Frank!?"

FJ: "Who the hell knows! I'm POSITIVE he's looking to finish this one as Quade is still counting stars outside the ring!"

(As Smith rises to his feet, Jai Williams leaps from the top and connects with his Pop Tha TrunK tornado DDT! Jai Williams covers and DeSade is just entering the ring, clawing desperately to make the save!!!)

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2...

3!!!

(Jai Williams wins! "Thug Lord" by Yukmouth plays and Quade pounds the mat in frustration, just inches away from Jai Williams, who is up to his feet celebrating!)

HS: "What a win for Jai Williams! What a title defense for this rising star here in the AWA!"

FJ: "He definitely made a statement tonight, Herb! He just bested on of the greatest No Limits Champions ever as well as AC Smith, who is no slouch himself!"

HS: "Like him or not, the future is VERY bright for our AWA No Limits Champion, "The Crestside Monster" Jai Williams, here in the AWA!"

(We go backstage, where two cloaked figures are seen standing side by side in front of what looks to be a locker-room. The door has the name "Xtreme Jeff" across the front. Patiently, the two wait as obviously they have already knocked.  A voice is heard from inside.)

XTJ:  "Who is it?"

(Neither of the two speak, allowing the occupant to make his own assumptions.  Slowly, the door comes open and there stands another cloaked figure, though his hood is thrown back revealing Xtreme Jeff.)

XTJ:  "What do you want?!"

(Suddenly, the two forms explode into motion.  Throwing him into his room and proceeding after him.  They begin stomping and beating the living hell out of Xtreme Jeff as he lays defenseless before them.  The one completely cloaked holds a hand out to halt the violence, nods then turns his back to the prone form of Xtreme Jeff.  The other looks down before walking behind The Man in Black.)

PSM:  "We said we'd not allow anybody to cheat Mr. Holly from his title reign.  This is our service."

(With that, he turns and walks from the room.  The camera follows, and before the duo leave the area, they chain the door shut.)

(Elsewhere in the back we see Larry Porter holding a microphone. We see Jeff Christianson quickly step up beside him and we hear the crowd inside the arena begin to cheer.)

DW: "Larry, give me a minute before you begin your Porter Probe."

(We hear the crowd cheer. We now see Larry Porter look at Jeff Christianson's backside. Jeff looks over, and begins to speak.)

DW: "Not that you sick freak! Give me the microphone!"

(Jeff Christianson grabs the microphone and pushes Porter out of the camera's view.)

DW: "What does the AWA mean to me? It's more than just a job. It's more than just a check. It's the adrenaline rush! It's the crowd chanting my name around the world when I come out."

(The crowd begins chanting DW as he continues to speak.)

DW: "It's about proving who the better athlete is. From country to country, continent to continent, I've dominated them all. There have been a select few who were lucky enough to get the advantage in the series, but that's neither here nor there. Tonight, it's about Travis Gray regaining control of the AWA!"

(We hear some people in the crowd cheer, others have no reaction. Jeff continues.)

DW: "I know there are some people who sympathize with Low. I know there are a few of you. However, there shouldn't be any in my home country of Canada!"

(The crowd cheers.)

DW: "Low, the AWA doesn't mean a pay check to me. It's my life. I pour my heart and soul here. My blood and tears are in the ring. I'm not going to allow you to corrupt the AWA any longer. Tonight, I fight for Travis Gray, not only because I want a REAL BOSS, but because I want to take you out. Low, my hatred for you stems back pretty far. I will do ANYTHING, and I mean ANYTHING to stop you from controlling the AWA. In a little while, we will come face to face in War Games. It's winner take all. Be ready, because I think you'll be the one whining and crying after Team Gray demolishes you tonight!"

(The crowd cheers as we cut back to Herb and Frank.)

HS: "An intense Jeff Christianson."

FJ: "You know, I liked him back when he used to dedicate that intensity to the right cause. Now he's pandering to the crowd!"

HS: "So?"

FJ: "RRRRRRR-PFFFFT!"

HS: "Don't spit on the ground, jerk!"

("Reload" by Rob Zombie plays over the PA system as "The Paragon" Larry Lansdowne makes his way down to the ring. He gives everyone of his "fans" a nice big grin as he makes his way down the entrance ramp. Upon reaching the ring Larry takes off his trench coat and Oakley sunglasses, handing them over to a ring aide. He then hops up the steps and steps through the ropes into the ring, waiting for his partner and his opponents.)

HS: "Larry Lansdowne is relatively new to the AWA."

FJ: "We've had a lot of new faces around here, and none of them have been faces."

HS: "What do you mean by that?"

FJ: "You know, they've all been heels. Like, when you create a wrestler on a video game."

HS: "This isn't a game Frank. People actually get hurt in the AWA. You've seen it many times yourself and, quite frankly, you've enjoyed it a lot like a video game."

FJ: "How else would I look at it?"

(The lights completely shut off. "Welcome to Detroit City" by Tricky ft Eminem hits right as a line of pyros go off directly in front of the entrance. The lights turn on to the appearance of "Psycho" Brody Knolan who pops out of nowhere, energetic as ever. He makes his way to the ring at a fast walking pace, taunting the crowd the entire time. Brody slides under the bottom ropes and makes his way to every turnbuckle to taunt the crowd some more. He finally stops his taunting, turning and nodding at his partner. The two start to talk strategy as they wait for their opponents.)

FJ: "What is with these people and having the lights go out?"

HS: "It's a popular effect Frank. Besides, Brody has somewhat of a dark side to him, so it is fitting."

FJ: "Yeah, but it keeps me from watching that chick in the third row."

HS: "Frank!"

(To the chagrin of Frank, the lights go dim. Green lights appear and illuminate the ramp all the way down to the ring. People begin to look towards the entrance way.

The AWAtron then flickers a bit as the words, "I'm better than you" flash on the screen.

Suddenly, Rage Against the Machine's "People of the Sun" begins to blare over the arena speakers. Fans get to their feet and Brickcity [B] makes his way from behind the curtain. It takes the fans a moment to realize who it is, but once they do they erupt in chants of "FUCK YOU [B]!" Well, some begin to chant, while others boo frantically. Brickcity hops into the ring and takes a look around at the pieces of trash in the arena, smirking as the fans simply gaze in amazement. He turns and looks at his two opponents, who are staying in their corner thanks to the ref.)

HS: "Here's a man who's been talking non-stop since he got here!"

FJ: "I like him. He knows how to treat a lady!"

HS: "How could you say that? He completely abused Malika for the past few weeks!"

FJ: "That's how it should be Herb."

HS: "FRANK!"

(The lights flicker, the beat comes in, and the rapid lyrics of "Poet Lauerate" by Canibus fire.)

CANIBUS: "Yo Houston to Earth, watch the ripper crucify you with verse."

(Smoke fills the entrance as the lights go out. The smoke turns orange as it radiates in the arena's abyss. "Lock you down with an esoteric weapon search" is shattering the air waves as Pheonix rises from underneath the walk way. The lights flicker again as he rises, but go dark again right after.)

CANIBUS: "The man-eater in a wife beater spreadin' typhoid fever through mic receivers with light reverb."

(The orange jacket is glowing in the oblivion as the lights come on, and the music is then scratched.)

CANIBUS: "Houston to Earth... Houston to Earth... Houston to Earth"

(Pheonix's voice then comes in: "You've got a problem." Pheonix climbs over the top rope into the ring, and cracks his neck, as the music slowly fades away, and nobody ever notices it's done. Pheonix nods to his partner, than stares down his two opponents. Larry and Brody give the big man a stare of his own as the ref tells each team to have one person start off.)

HS: "Pheonix has a nasty attitude."

FJ: "He has the size to back it up Herb!"

HS: "That he does, standing near seven feet tall and weighing over three hundred pounds."

FJ: "Brickcity must be glad he's on Pheonix's team!"

(Pheonix decides that he is going to start and [B] doesn't give any resistance as he steps out onto the ring apron. Larry shoves Brody back, almost causing him to fall through the ropes. Brody catches himself by grabbing the middle rope and pulls himself to the apron. He tries to get back in, but the ref keeps him in his corner and calls for the bell. Larry starts to mouth off at Pheonix, but the big man just explodes with a HUGE clothesline out of nowhere on him!)

HS: "Wow! He nearly took his head clean off his shoulders!"

FJ: "I like this guy! No talk, all action!"

(Larry drops like a rock, but Pheonix gladly helps him up right after and whips him into the ropes. Larry rebounds off and Pheonix lifts him high into the air in a military press, holding him there for a good few seconds before throwing him at Brody and Larry's corner. Brody looks down at Larry as he crashes and burns into the turnbuckle, slowly tagging himself in.)

HS: "Folks, Larry is NOT a light man! He weighs 250 pounds and is 6 foot 5!"

FJ: "Pheonix tossed him like a twig!"

(Brody steps in through the ropes and starts to pace around Pheonix quickly. The big man lunges at Brody with another devastating clothesline, but Brody ducks it and smashes his elbow into the back of Pheonix's head. Pheonix turns quickly to try and mow down his smaller opponent, but Brody's quickness allows him to duck the massive arm of Pheonix once more. Brody quickly takes the opportunity to step up onto Pheonix's knee and hit an enziguri! Pheonix stumbles back as Brody runs forward and hits a clothesline on him, causing him to fall back into the corner where Brickcity quickly tags himself in and springboards off the ropes. He leapfrogs over his taller partner and dropkicks Brody in the chest. Brody falls back to the mat as Brickcity gets to his feet. [B] goes to help Brody up, but the "Psycho" quickly knocks Brickcity's hands off and hits him with a snap suplex. Brody quickly locks his opponent in a side headlock on the ground, but Brickcity starts to get to a vertical base after a few seconds. As soon as he gets there, Brody hits him with a swinging neck breaker.)

HS: "Excellence technical wrestling here from Brody."

FJ: "I have a feeling we'll see some not-so-technical wrestling soon."

(Frank hit the nail on the head it seems as right when he said that Brickcity punched Brody right in the throat as he went to pick Brickcity up. Brody falls back, clutching his throat, as [B] quickly locks in a triangle choke on him! Brody starts to kick the mat with his feet while trying to pull himself free of Brickcity's legs.)

FJ: "Who called that one?"

HS: "Y-"

FJ: "That's right!"

(Brody struggles for a few long moments and the ref checks if he wants to give up. Brody shouts a loud "NO!" and continues to try and fight out of the hold. Out of nowhere he somehow manages to catch Brickcity in the face with a jab that releases the hold. Brody rolls away, clutching his throat and gasping to fill his lungs with air again. Brickcity rolls off to his corner, tagging in his partner. Pheonix steps over the ropes and quickly reaches Brody, who is still struggling a little bit on the mat. Pheonix grasps Brody's head and lifts him up to his feet before kicking him in the gut. Brody doubles over and Pheonix quickly lifts him up onto his shoulders and hits him with a huge pump handle slam! Pheonix covers, but Larry is quick to get in the ring and break up the count before it can reach two.)

HS: "Good save by Larry there. That move could have done the trick for this match!"

(Pheonix quickly gets up and goes after Larry, but "The Paragon" is quick to get back in his corner. Pheonix turns around and gets hit with a rope-assisted big boot from Brody! Pheonix stumbles and Brody hops up onto the turnbuckle from the rope he was on. He turns to the audience and takes once glance back before leaping off into a moonsault! Pheonix turns around to get hit with it, but instead catches Brody and hits him with yet another pump handle slam! Pheonix once again covers, but Larry is there to break it up before the two again. Pheonix gets up and we have a deja-vu of the match moments ago.)

HS: "Another save from Larry!"

FJ: "He's going to get caught eventually."

(Pheonix picks Brody up with little resistance and hits him with a giant belly to belly suplex, releasing him into the air before its end. Brody goes flying into the turnbuckle on the wrong side of the ring and Pheonix quickly walks over to pick up the pieces. However, as he reaches the corner, Brickcity tags himself in again. Pheonix gives him a glare, but the ref motions for him to get out onto the apron. Pheonix does eventually as Brickcity quickly picks up Brody and starts hitting quick kicks to Brody's thighs. Brody continues to stumble back from each one until he reaches the ropes. [B] quickly whips him to the opposite ropes, looking for a dropkick to the knee of the rebound. Brody is able to jump over Brickcity at the last moment though. Brickcity quickly gets up, but gets hit with a bulldog for doing so. [B] rolls over onto his back and Brody starts to choke him with his foot! The ref gives a four count before Brody releases with a snicker. Brody lifts Brickcity up and drops him with a reverse DDT! He covers, but Pheonix comes in and just boots him off of Brickcity. Pheonix gives Larry a look before going back to his corner. Just as Pheonix turns Larry tags himself in to Brody, who happened to land near his corner, and goes to pin the downed Brickcity. The ref goes down to count as Pheonix reaches his corner.)

HS: "One! Two! No! Pheonix heard the count and broke it up!"

FJ: "Larry almost had it there!"

(Pheonix once again goes to his corner, this time reaching it before Larry can get up and pin Brickcity again. Both Brickcity and Larry get to their feet at the same time, but Larry is the one to go for Brickcity first with a clothesline. Brickcity quickly drops to the mat and catches Larry with a drop toe hold before locking in the B-Average!)

HS: "Brickcity has his submission finisher locked in!"

FJ: "Here comes the Psycho!"

(Brody is quick to dash into the ring and hit Brickcity with a big boot as he has his submission locked in. [B] gets knocked off Larry, releasing the hold in the process. Brody turns to go back to his corner, but Pheonix suddenly rushes out of his corner and floors him with a clothesline to the back of his head. Pheonix quickly goes back to his corner, tagging himself in as Brickcity rolls over and holds his face in pain. Larry has no chance to get up himself as Pheonix picks him up himself and doubles him over with a kick to the gut. He then hoists Larry up onto his shoulders.)

HS: "He's going for his finisher!"

(Pheonix launches Larry a good three feet into the air before slamming him down to the canvas!)

HS: "Jackknife Powerbomb!"

FJ: "That was HUGE!"

(Larry covers and the ref quickly goes down to count. One..........Brody gets up to his hands and knees. Two.........Brody turns and sees the cover, but it's too little too late as the ref drops his hand for the three!)

HS: "And just like that, this match has ended! Pheonix has definitely made his presence felt here tonight!"

FJ: "Brody put up a good fight with him and Brickcity, but I can't say the same for Larry."

HS: "Yes, that is true. Brody and Larry both had a good showing, but Pheonix and Brickcity are the victors of this one."

(Suddenly, "The Hate In Me" begins to play on the PA system. Clips of Draven Shadows smacking wrestlers from his past in the head with Barbie. Then it would show the cross of The Unholy Heros. Draven finally comes out from the back when the cross is shown. Draven wearing his black leather trench coat now with The Unholy Hero's Cross on the back. His black pants and strap up shirt have the Unholy Cross as well. Draven stops halfway on the rampway and bows his head in prayer. He then rises his head and on his face is that sick sadistic smile on his face. Draven walks down to the ring and starts walking up the stairs. He stops and looks out at the crowd and starts cussing out a fan that said something to him or flipped him off. Draven walks down the stairs and hits the person in the face. He then climbs up the stairs with that smile returning to his face. He climbs into the ring and tells the ring announcer to give him the mic. The announcer hands it to him as Draven pushes him out of the ring.)

DRAVEN: "As you all know, Heather my manager and soon to be wife, cheated on me. So I went out and did some investigation work by following her around and seeing were she goes. I found out she cheated on me with some fat ass. To explain this let me bring him out. Guys if you would."

(Two men in UPS uniforms come out from the back with a dolly and on it is the huge crate that says "Do Not Open Till Springs and Breaks". They stop in front of the ring and drop off the crate. The UPS guys head back to the back.)

DRAVEN: "Now inside this crate is the man name Patrick. The man who had sexual relationships with my soon to be wife. Now you are all saying "Draven why don't you open up that crate and kick his ass?" Well I say this. Heather has two seconds to come out to the ring before I do just that. So Heather get your ass out here NOW!"

(Two seconds pass and no one comes out. Draven gets that sick and sadistic smile come across his face. He opens up his coat and pulls out a crowbar. He climbs out of the ring and trys to open the crate with the crowbar. He gets it open as a fat gothic Mexican with spikey black hair fall out of the crate.)

DRAVEN: "Lookey here folks its Patrick."

(Draven grabs Patrick and rolls him into the ring. Draven climbs into the ring.)

DRAVEN: "You're scared now, aren't you? Your scared because The Unholy Hero found out who you were and what you were doing. Now you're afraid because The Unholy Hero gets to choose your punishment. I would say hang your ass but I guess beating the living hell out of you is good enough."

(Before Draven can lay a hand on him, "Engel" by Rammstein hits the speakers as Heather comes out from the back with a mic in hand. She stops in front of the ring and looks at Draven who is looking right back at her. She climbs into the ring. She walks over and stands right in the middle of Draven and Patrick.)

HEATHER: "Draven this is madness. Stop it right now!"

DRAVEN: "Not until I get my revenge on him for what he did."

HEATHER: "If you want revenge on someone. It should be on me."

DRAVEN: "I may be Unholy but I don't hit women."

HEATHER: "Sure you don't tell that to Winter."

DRAVEN: "She got what she deserved. I don't think you deserve that bad of a punishment. So if you don't mind get out of my way."

(Draven pushes Heather to the grounds and grabs Patrick by his hair. Draven then lets go and starts delivering rights and lefts to his face. Draven then whips him off the ropes and hits him with The Unholy Crimson (Big Boot). Seeing that he is knocked out Draven climbs out of the ring and searches underneath the ring for something. Draven pulls out a steel chair wrapped in barbed wire and also gasoline with a lighter. Draven slides the chair into the ring and sets the lighter and gas on the edge of the ring. Draven sets the chair down in the middle of the ring. Draven then lifts Patrick up and power bombs him onto the chair. Heather starts shouting at Draven but he just ignores her as he grabs the gasoline and lighters. Draven pours the gasoline on Patrick basically smothering him in it. Heather grabs her mic that feel out her hand.)

HEATHER: "Draven... I challenge you to a match!"

(Draven looks at her and picks up his mic.)

DRAVEN: "You got it. Next week's Shock you and me in a No Limits match. Either that or Patrick here gets burned to a crisp."

HEATHER: "Fine." (Draven starts laughing as he drops his mic to the ground and the EMTs rush to the ring to check on Patrick as Draven leaves the ring. We go to a commercial for the AWA's latest bok release, "Burn Out... AWA Staff Tells All", before we go back into the arena. Aaliyah's 'More Than A Woman' hits the P.A. as Malika appears on the stage and strikes a sexy pose. She then proceeds to ringside, with her hips swinging and her lips humming along with the song. Malika enters the ring slowly and leans on the ropes, smiling seductively and awaiting her opponent.)

HS: "Malika has been on a tear lately, since her debut match last month where she became the first woman in AWA history to win one of our patented Rookie Battle Royales."

FJ: "Yeah, that and she's got an ass that won't quit."

HS: "Is that all you ever think about?"

FJ: "Maybe."

(The arena darkens, as pink and purple spotlights circle the crowd, when BOOM, 'She is my Sin' by Nightwish hits the PA system, and Stacy Jones appears on the stage surrounded by a flurry of Pink and purple Pyrotechnics. She waves to the crowd, adjusts her wristbands, and runs to the ring, ready to take on Malika.)

HS: "Better watch it Stacy, the rings aren't set up like you're used to! I'd hate to see someone charge the ring and trip over some unseen ring steps or something! Really, having those two rings out there like that could be potentially dangerous!"

FJ: "What're you talking about, it's just more stuff to hurt your opponent with!"

HS: "I cannot wait for War Games, Frank! I hope Gray's team gives the Administration what they so truly deserve!"

FJ: "What're you talking about? No one has run this company like Low!"

HS: "Ain't that the truth!"

(Inside the ring, the referee explains the rules and the women simply glare at one another. They nod that they understand, without taking their eyes off each other. The referee nods to both of them and then calls for the bell.)

FJ: "AND HERE WE GO! YAY FOR BOOBIES!"

HS: "Grow up, Frank."

(Malika and Stacy waste no time and they lock up. Showing a women's side to the show of strength, Malika pushes Stacy far back against the mat. Stacy Jones groans and she manages to force herself back up, somehow. With both women at a vertical base, Malika knees Stacy in the gut and then takes her down with an arm drag. Stacy rolls to her feet and continues on into the ropes, catching Malika off guard with a hurricanrana that gets the crowd off their feet.)

HS: "It's early in the night and these fans are already electric! What a night this promises to be!"

FJ: "Did you just see Malika's head between Stacy's legs? Lucky girl."

(Malika staggers to her feet where Stacy is waiting for a drop toe hold. He chains the maneuver into an STF, but before she can hook Malika's neck, the young woman from Miami nails Stacy in the temple with a sharp elbow. She lands two more before Stacy has no choice but to relinquish her ill fated submission hold. As soon as Stacy is clear, Malika rolls forward to try and gain the upper-hand. Both women simultaneously hit their feet, and Stacy charges with a clothesline. But Malika ducks, and then grabs Stacy by her hair, in full momentum the opposite direction, slamming the back of Stacy's head into the mat.)

FJ: "Oooh, she's feisty. I like that... she can pull my hair any time."

HS: "Frank, are you going to be like this the entire match?"

FJ: "Why, yes, I am."

HS: "Great."

(Malika pulls Stacy to her feet by the same hair, then unloads with a few rights, staggering Stacy back. Malika backs into the ropes for a push, then charges with a running clothesline at Stacy. Stacy Jones, however, sidesteps the move and reaches out and grabs Malika by her shoulder, pulling herself up and locking her legs around Malika's outstretched arm and then head.)

HS: "Impressive counter by Stacy Jones. She has that triangle lock in effectively."

FJ: "Once again, Malika is precariously close to part of Stacy's anatomy. I swear I saw a movie about this on PPV last night in the hotel."

HS: "Really? What was it called?"

FJ: "Girls Gone Wild: Crazy In The Caribbean."

HS: "I had to ask."

(Malika drops to both her knees while Stacy hangs in the air with the move locked in. We can see in her eyes that she is fading, and the referee drops down to one knee, waving his hand in front of her face, checking to see if she's still here. She shakes her head vehemently that she doesn't want to tap out, and Stacy only locks the move in tighter. Once again Malika begins to fade, but her eyes catch the striped shirt of the referee and they grow wide. With a mighty yelp, Malika leans into the move, taking more pain, only to continue through and roll on top of Stacy.)

HS: "What? It's a cover!"

FJ: "Wow, I didn't see that coming. They're all kinds of tangled. It's like naked twister."

(The referee counts... ONE!... TWO!... Stacy is forced to kick out, thus releasing the move. Malika instantly rolls out of the ring as Stacy regains her senses from the sudden pin. Jones climbs to her feet and sees Malika slinking away, and instantly she charges the ropes. Stacy lunges with a suicide plancha and Malika seemingly doesn't see her. It's at the last possible moment when Stacy realizes that she took the bait, because Malika simply sidesteps the move quickly and guides Stacy through the air right into the barricade. Stacy is barely able to get her forearms up to soften the impact on her cranium. CRACK! Stacy slumps down beneath the steel barricade as the fans nearby are stunned. One daring fan even reaches out to tap her on the shoulder to check if she's still conscious. Malika slaps the back of that fans hand, and throws their arm out of the way, because she wants Stacy.)

HS: "DID YOU SEE THAT? Oh my God! There isn't anything left of Stacy Jones!"

FJ: "Stacy is left for Malika to just have her way with her... wow, that sounded so dirty."

HS: "Every year they ask me... every single year... Do I want Frank Jackson as my partner, and every year I say "No." Every year, they say too bad, Herb, too bad. Why do I continue to put myself through this?"

FJ: "Oh, you know you love me."

(Malika pulls Stacy up by her hair and guides her to the ring apron. She slams Stacy face first two times before rolling her into the ring. Malika quickly follows suit and she begins stalking Stacy, waiting for her to climb to her feet. As soon as she does, Malika boots Stacy in the gut, doubling her over. Malika then positions Stacy's head between her thighs and gives a thumb down sign to the booing crowd.)

FJ: "What I wouldn't give..."

HS: "We know, Frank!"

(Malika pulls Stacy up for a jackknife power bomb, but as Stacy gets up onto Malika's shoulder, she begins unloading with rights, halting the move. Stacy then rears back with all her energy and lands yet another hurricanrana. Stacy drops to the mat in exhaustion after the move.)

HS: "What a counter!"

FJ: "Wait... how the? Malika landed on her feet! How did she do that?"

HS: "I don't know, but Stacy Jones has no clue!"

FJ: "She's limber. I like that."

(Malika is furious and she stomps the fallen Stacy Jones instantly, and then pulls her up to her feet before unloading on her with some chops. Stacy staggers back, unable to defend herself, and Malika reaches out and wraps her arms around Stacy's waist, gripping her tightly.)

FJ: "What's this?"

HS: "Well, I've never seen this from Malika before. She has Stacy Jones locked in that bear hug. Just look at the intensity in her eyes."

FJ: "Hot... writhing... sweaty bodies... entangled together. Ohhh yeah."

HS: "Now just imagine it being men, Frank. Picture Low and Whisper entangled like that."

FJ: "You're such a mood killer."

(Stacy Jones screams loudly from pain as Malika holds her in the air. The more powerful and heavier Malika easily lifts Stacy and crunches her spine between her surprisingly strong arms. It takes less than a minute for Stacy Jones to pass out, she isn't even able to put up much of a fight, leaving the fans practically stunned.)

HS: "There's the bell. Malika catches Stacy by surprise with that bear hug. I don't think anyone saw THAT coming."

FJ: "Malika was just vicious tonight."

HS: "It was that suicide plancha that Stacy misfired that gave Malika the edge. That's why they're called high risk maneuvers."

FJ: "Not a bad match, anything with breasts is always good, and when they're wrestling, it's even better. It's like eating chicken, drinking beer and watching the Superbowl. A bunch of great things all rolled into one."

(The referee holds up Malika's arm to the booing crowd as the scene fades. We cut to a video that says "Taped Earlier". Richard O. Dickinson III is standing inside a ring in some kind of gym. It looks like an expensive first class gym, probably somewhere in Manhattan. The Legendary Low, wearing wrestling boots, dark blue Adidas training pants and a matching t-shirt, is with ROD. ROD himself is wearing red Puma shoes, purple training pants, a lime green training jacket... and an orange ice hockey helmet. Low can barely decide whether to laugh at or punch ROD.)

LOW: "Are you kidding me? Is this how you're going to go into War Games?"

ROD: "I might wear matching colors."

LOW: "Riiiight. Seriously, Richard, you've got to take this serious. Now, let's start with our little session."

(Low reaches into his gym bag and pulls out a "ball cup", which he puts down his pants.)

LOW: "Seeing as NHL is really just a glorified kicker and puncher, what trick did I show you to counter his offense?"

(ROD gets down on one knee, as Low starts kicking AT him, never really connecting. After a few kicks, ROD grabs Low's foot... and then hits a low blow.)

LOW: "Oooh, Richard, some power behind that blow, thankfully I have that cup in my pants. That was good. Jeff Christianson claims he is some kind of technical wizard, which I have proven him wrong on time and time again. But let's assume he goes for some technical offense, what do you do?"

(Low applies a side headlock on ROD, even though he is protected by the helmet. ROD suddenly drops down to his knees and nails Low from behind... with another low blow.)

LOW: "Good, good, you know how to fight, tiger."

ROD: "GRRRRRRR!"

(Low almost cracks up as ROD shows his teeth, but then remembers that this is his tag team partner for a hugely important match.)

LOW: "Okay, now Cynder Lauper is a big guy with a lot of power. What do you do if he tries to catch you?"

(Suddenly, ROD starts running around the ring in circles, then out of the ring, back inside and immediately out again, with Low in hot pursuit. Finally, Low catches up to him and grabs him by the jacket, but ROD just drops down... and hits a low blow.)

LOW: "Okay, I see you're a good trainee. As for Gray, heck, don't worry about him, because I am going to smash his head into pieces the second he steps inside that cage. So Richard, who are you?"

ROD: "I'm a fighter tiger."

LOW: "You're what???"

ROD: "I'm a fighter tiger!!!"

LOW: "I CAN'T HEAR YOU!"

ROD: "I'M A FIGHTER TIGER!"

LOW: "WHAT?"

ROD: "A FIGHTER TIGER!!!"

LOW: "WHAT?"

ROD: "A FIGHTER TIGER! A FIGHTER TIGER! GRRRRRRR! I'M A FIGHTERRRRR TIGERRRRRR! AHHHHHHHHH!"

(Suddenly, ROD runs at Low and headbutts him with his helmet, forcing Low to fall onto hus butt.)

LOW: "Ouch, damn it, Richard, save the violence for War Games."

(We then cut back to Herb and Frank.)

HS: "Next up is a singles match for the AWA cruiserweight title."

FJ: "We had highway robbery the last time these two met. This time, I predict a different story."

HS: "There's something credable to wait about for. Frank picks a different story."

FJ: "And... Why don't you give us some insight, Herb."

HS: "I don't have insight Frank. I really don't rely on sources. I just talk about the match and act like I know what's going on, unlike some else I know..."

FJ: "Who's that?" ('Where Do You Draw The Line' by From Autumn To Ashes blares over the PA and we see Jayson Price make his way to the ring. The crowd begins to boo him. Jayson, of course, doesn't really care and continues to make his way down to the ring. He rolls into the first ring, and takes a neutral corner, awaiting his opponent.)

HS: "There's a focused man."

FJ: "There's a determined man."

HS: "He's got a tough task ahead of him."

FJ: "Tough if you call him the loser of the shortest match in AWA history."

(Orange smoke begins to billow from the entranceway as the fans wait anxiously in anticipation. 'Like You' OOO Remix by Daddy Yankee blares over the PA and the crowd begins to cheer heavily awaiting OOO's arrival. Orlando Ortega suddenly leaps through the cloud with a rolling senton. He rolls through and pops to his feet, spreading his arms wide. OOO looks at Misery and begins sprinting to the ring. as he reaches the apron, we see him drop the belt and roll into the ring. The bell rings as Misery charges OOO, but OOO rolls through and bounces off the ropes. As Misery turns around, OOO dropkicks him in the knee.)

HS: "OOO's not wasting any time on Misery. That's the mark of a true champion."

FJ: "Or a chicken. The referee didn't have a chance to ring the bell before OOO attacked."

HS: "I do believe Misery attempted a clothesline, and then the bell rang."

FJ: "Say what you want... I know what I saw."

HS: "That's the problem, we're trying to go by what YOU saw. Not what the world, including myself, saw."

(Misery gets back to his feet, this time, OOO connects with a drop toe hold. OOO quickly turns it into a triangle ankle lock. We see Misery stretching out on the ropes as OOO keeps working the ankle. Slowly but surely Misery reaches the ropes. OOO does the respectful thing, and breaks the ankle lock before the referee begins his count.)

HS: "What a respectful guy. He doesn't want to lose the match via five count, so he broke before a one."

FJ: "He should have held on until four. That's the only way he'll beat Misery. He better bring the pain to Misery, before Misery brings the pain to him."

(OOO is back on his feet. As he picks Misery up, Misery swings a European uppercut which knocks OOO down. As OOO gets up, we see Misery apply a headlock, and then takes him over to the ground. Misery locks it in tight. We see OOO try and kick his legs up to grab Misery's head, but to no avail.)

HS: "The mat technician caught OOO playing his game."

FJ: "Now he'll make him pay."

(Misery now picks OOO up, while still in the headlock. Misery quickly runs forward and drops OOO with a bulldog. Misery quickly locks the headlock back in. We can see OOO struggle in the move. He finally gets Misery up and pushes him forward. As Misery turns around, he's met with a running enziguri which flattens Misery. OOO now applies a headlock of his own to Misery. As Misery begins to power out, we see OOO quickly kick him back in the ankle he worked over minutes ago, and Misery drops back to the ground.)

HS: "Impressive technical wrestling by OOO. Who thought he would have something like this in him."

FJ: "He's getting lucky. There's no way he can wrestle with a guy like Jayson Price."

HS: "Don't you mean Misery?"

FJ: "I mean what I said. There's no way he can wrestle with a guy like Misery."

(Misery once again powers out of the headlock. However, to make sure he isn't kicked, he does a front flip out of the headlock. As he comes out of the headlock, with OOO looking surprised, Misery drops him with a side Russian leg sweep which is then turned into a rolling legbar.)

HS: "WHAT A COUNTER!"

FJ: "See, I told you."

(We see OOO has a terrible look on his face as he crawls to the ropes. Misery continues working the hold as OOO slowly makes his way to the ropes. Eventually OOO reaches the ropes. Misery doesn't break the hold. One... Two... Three... Four. The referee warns Misery again, who continues with the hold.)

HS: "He doesn't win the title that way. He better break the hold."

FJ: "He's showing OOO who the best wrestler is. OOO should have capitalized when he had the chance."

(The referee counts again. One... Two... Three... Four.. Misery releases the hold. Misery now has a couple of words with the referee as OOO slowly pulls himself up by the ropes. Misery quickly turns and OOO nails him with a get to the gut, followed by some Lucha chops. We see Misery backed up against the ropes. As OOO throws a punch, Misery ducks it. As OOO spins back around, we see Misery throw him into the other ring with a Belly to Belly suplex. Misery now walks over there, and picks OOO up. He puts OOO's neck on the middle rope, and pulls up on the middle rope. The referee, instead of applying a count, cuts over into the other ring, signaling the match is still going on, despite the ring change.)

HS: "The referee isn't letting anything break this match up. He broke Misery's choke and informed him that no matter which ring he enters, he'll still be wrestling OOO."

FJ: "Jayson isn't trying to get disqualified. He's just trying to get back what's rightfully his. One way or another."

(Jayson Price picks OOO up, and looks as if he's going for a DDT. We see OOO lift up Price and nail an inverted atomic drop. Followed by a spin wheel kick that sends Jayson Price to the mat. OOO slowly gets up, shaking off the cob webs from before. We see Misery has rolled across the ring. Jayson Price charges OOO, but OOO catches him with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. We see OOO quickly pick Misery up, and Irish whip him. Misery rebounds attempting a clothesline, but OOO rolls through. As Misery rebounds off the ropes we see OOO nail a spring board elbow. OOO goes for a cover, but Misery quickly gets a shoulder up. As Misery slowly reaches his feet, OOO hooks the Tirabuzon.)

HS: "OOO has the abdominal stretch applied."

FJ: "Jayson will come back. He always does."

HS: "How do you explain his loss of the cruiserweight title?"

FJ: "Would you buy it was an exhibition match?"

HS: "No."

FJ: "Works for me."

(We now see Misery try and power out with a hiptoss, but OOO lands on his feet. He now turns the hold into an armbar. Misery quickly rolls forward and executes an armbar of his own. OOO does a back flip and counters back into an armbar. Misery goes to pull OOO in for a short-arm clothesline but OOO does. As Misery turns around we see OOO nail a hurricanrana. OOO reaches back and grabs the legs. One... Two... Misery kicks out. As Misery gets up, OOO runs and at the ropes He rebounds with a dropkick to Jayson Price's face. OOO this time, rolls Misery over and applies a camel clutch.)

HS: "OOO is proving he can wrestle at the next level."

FJ: "He wouldn't be in the AWA if he couldn't wrestle at the highest level."

HS: "I mean as a technical wrestler. OOO has never shown ability like this before."

FJ: "Never mind. He can't be that great. I would call this an off night."

(As Price slowly crawls across the ring, OOO releases the hold and picks him up in a full nelson. OOO drops him with a wicked face plant and goes for the cover. One.. Two... Misery kicks out. We see OOO shake his head as he picks Misery up for a chinlock. Jayson Price quickly maneuvers himself into a side headlock position and begins charging the ropes. OOO calmly releases the hold and allows Jayson Price's momentum to fling him over into the other ring. OOO is quick to capitalize on Jayson Price's mistakes. OOO springboards in and nails a heilo attack. OOO goes for a cover, but Misery quickly stretches his leg out and gets to the ropes. OOO allows Misery to get up. Misery again charges OOO, but OOO again ducks under it. He comes up behind Misery and nails a rude awakening type neckbreaker. Followed by a 'perfect' neck snap. We see Jayson Price attempt to roll out of the ring, but OOO grabs him, and pulls him back in the ring. OOO puts Misery up in the Gory special.)

HS: "OOO just dropped Misery with a Gory Special!"

FJ: "What a sit down backbreaker!"

(OOO goes for the cover. One... Two... Misery barely gets the kick out in time. A loud rumble is heard coming up the ramp. Orlando body slams Jayson Price then looks towards the sound as he sees Annette walking towards ringside in a black gown pushing the Destroy It shredder. Ortega climbs to the top rope but is unable to keep his eyes off Annette and is caught with a knee to the chest by Jayson who then tosses him off of the top rope, onto the outside of the ring. OOO lands in the middle of the aisle way. We see Jayson Price take time to regain his composure before he rolls out of the ring. He walks over to OOO and kicks him in the face. Price now bends now and grabs OOO's head. He holds it up and points to the shredder that's being rolled down to the ring, and then sends a forearm smash across the bridge of the. Price picks OOO back up and rolls him back into the ring, and then rolls in after him.)

HS: "Jayson Price had some help swinging the match back in his favor."

FJ: "But she didn't do anything. She hasn't gotten involved into the match yet."

HS: "The keyword is yet, Frank."

FJ: "So what if she does get involved? She's just standing by her man just like every other woman in America."

(As OOO tries to get up, we see Misery drop a knee on his back. OOO immediately falls to the mat. We see Misery roll him over, and apply a figure four leglock)

HS: "Misery is working on the leg that OOO broke."

FJ: "That's what any good wrestler would do. The great wrestlers are the people that actually break the leg."

HS: "Frank, that's sick."

FJ: "Also a proven fact."

(We see OOO reach the ropes. Misery holds on for a four count before he untangles his legs. Misery now pulls OOO out to the center of the ring and drops a knee across his face. He quickly goes for the pin. One... Two... OOO barely kicks out. We can see OOO is in pain as Misery picks him up. Misery lands a quick kick directly to the leg that was broken. OOO drops to one knee. Misery, again pulls OOO up. This time he nails a neckbreaker. He follows it up with a side leglock. Misery now breaks the hold, and goes for the cover again. He only gets a two count. We can see him pick OOO up. Instead of going back for the leg, he drops him with a sit out Tombstone. He pins him again. One... Two... Thr.)

HS: "HE KICKED OUT AGAIN!"

FJ: "This is absurd. There's no way you can pull a comeback after all of this."

HS: "If anyone can, it's the kid trained in Guadeloupe, Mexico."

FJ: "Who's that?"

HS: "OOO retard."

(We can clearly see the frustration on Jayson Price. He clearly slaps his hands saying he had a three count. He gets right into the referee's face, but the referee shoves him back. OOO crawls up behind Misery and rolls him up. One... Two...)

HS: "HE WON!"

(We see the referee say the match is not over. Misery is clearly back on his feet looking at the referee, making sure the match is still going on. He reaches down to pick OOO up, but OOO wraps him up into a small package. OOO only gets a two count. As Misery gets back up, we see OOO now reach his feet. Misery sends a kick to the injured leg, and picks him up in a Butterfly power bomb type situation. He then drops him on his face with a face buster. Misery goes for the cover.)

HS: "One..."

FJ: "Two..."

(We see OOO kick out at the last possible second. Misery again looks shocked because there aren't many men that would kick out of a hard hitting move like that. Again he voices his displeasure with the officiating OOO once again rolls him up, but instead of staying on for a pin, we see OOO drop into a side leglock of his own. OOO quickly breaks the hold and turns it into a figure four leglock.)

HS: "OOO is giving Misery a taste of his own medicine."

FJ: "This isn't fair. He CAN'T do THIS!"

(As Jayson Price tries to break the hold, we see OOO just let him out of it. The adrenaline must have hit OOO, because he quickly stands up. As Misery reaches his feet, OOO nails the penalty kick. One... Two... Misery kicks out. OOO is shocked. OOO now backs up and hits the ropes. He rebounds and nails the Guillotina with his leg drop. He goes for another cover, but Jayson Price kicks out again. OOO now stands up and nails a standing senton splash on Misery. He picks Misery up, and connects with a Mortal DDT. OOO, again doesn't go for the pin, but picks him up again.)

HS: "OOO is trying his best to kick Jayson Price down."

FJ: "He could have made a mistake by not pinning him there. OOO tries to Irish whip Misery, but he reverses. OOO, however, runs up the ropes and nails an Asai moonsault on an unsuspecting Misery. OOO grabs his legs for the pin. One... Two... Misery kicks out again OOO can't believe this. OOO picks up a dazed Misery and jumps up for a head scissors but uses the momentum to spin into a Tornado DDT.)

HS: "OOO just went global."

FJ: "He can't do that. He can't do anything. STOP IT! STOP IT NOW!"

(OOO goes for the pin. One... Two... Three...)

HS: "It's over."

FJ: "No it isn't. The referee is pointing at Jayson Price's foot, which happens to be under the ropes."

HS: "Wait a second. Didn't Annette just go by?"

FJ: "Who knows... She would never help Jayson Price cheat. She's a strong woman. She did wheel the shredder down to ringside."

(OOO looks in disbelief as he spots Annette looking at him. We see OOO now walk over to her. Suddenly, Misery rolls him up and puts his feet on the ropes. One... Two... Three... as it seems OOO kicked out too late.)

FJ: "IT's FINALLY OVER! THE CHAMPION REGAINS HIS CROWN!"

(Misery walks in the center of the ring celebrating his win. The referee runs up behind him, and throws his arms down, saying OOO did in fact kick out before his hand hit the mat. Misery looks in disbelief as OOO uses the ropes to pull himself up. Misery now charges OOO, but OOO just hip tosses Misery into the other ring. As Misery slowly gets up, OOO gets ready to springboard into the other ring.)

HS: "This could be big."

FJ: "This could end the match."

(As Misery reaches his feet, we see OOO springboard into action, attempting a flying forearm smash. Misery, by now, has backed to the middle of the ring. As OOO's coming down, Misery rolls forward, and OOO crashes into the ring. Misery now rolls backwards and applies a half Boston crab. He then executes a Russian leg sweep type maneuver to the leg of OOO, causing a huge shriek of pain. Misery now locks in the pointless struggle.)

FJ: "The Deviation followed by the Pointless Struggle."

HS: "There is only one person that comes to mind when it comes to countering this move, and that was Jeff Christianson a couple of years ago."

FJ: "That's why it's called the Pointless Struggle. Jeff just reached up and grabbed the ropes. OOO is in the middle of the ring."

(We see OOO do what he can to try to break the hold, but nothing works. OOO eventually passes out from the pain his leg is in, combined with the pressure of the Dragon Sleeper.)

FJ: "He lost just like his friend the Fish did... by passing out. He could have at least made it to the end of the match. That would have been the only honorable thing to do."

HS: "What a hard fought match by the new cruiserweight champion."

FJ: "Misery showed why he deserves the title tonight. He did what he had to do to win the match."

HS: "You can't discredit OOO, who passed out during the move That shows a lot of heart."

FJ: "That's normally what happens when you apply a version of the sleeper, Herb, and then you combine it with a half Boston crab."

(We cut to a video.)

VOICE OVER: "It was pretty evident that there was bad blood in the air for the AWA's Springs And Breaks. The feeling that tonight in Edmonton, there would be something different... something original. Maybe it was the fact that somebody could be leaving AWA for good. Could have been that the newest member of the American Wrestling Alliance, Brad Douglas, had arrived at the arena. Brad has a bad rep, around the wrestling world Brad Douglas is known as a federation wrecker."

(The footsteps of Brad Douglas continue to click on the arena's concrete floors as he makes his way down the hallways. He carefully examines each wrestler he walks past. Trying to size up the rest of the talent, looking for anyone who would size up well. When he makes way to his locker room, he sits down in a wooden chair. His suitcase rests on the ground next to him.)

DOUGLAS: "I'm not here to do what you think, as many of you could recall on a normal night like this, I'd try to steal the whole show. Take down of few innocent people. Not tonight, not like that."

(Brad Douglas sits back in his chair. His long blonde hair gets gently brushed away from his eyes. His posture is horrible, slouching in his seat.)

DOUGLAS: "Hell, to be honest, I have not wrestled in a little over 14 months. Even a great athlete like me needs some time. I've already set my attention to one match tonight, that being the United States title match. Whoever walks away from that match the winner, congrats on your victory. Just heed this warning, though - when the match is all done and said and you're walking back to the locker room with your belt, enjoy it while you can, I'll be waiting, just waiting for my chance to strike deep."

(We cut back to Herb and Frank.)

HS: "AWA fans, what a night it's been so far, and it is only going to get better. For the past few weeks, four men have been fighting over the AWA US title - current Champion Hellraisin' Holly, former Champions Logan Alexander and Terry James, and John Rourke. And now we're ready for the Fatal Fourway match for the AWA United States Championship!"

HS: "And now we're ready for the Fatal Fourway match for the AWA United States Championship!"

(You knew that I was comin' cuz you heard my name, but you don't know my game, and never felt my pain. Can't read my brain, but you read my lips, and got scared when you heard that I was comin' wit hits! Now don't even trip, be a man instead and give thanks I'm alive when I should be dead uh! I'm in the red, cuz my mind's distortin', people claimin' they know me, but they only know a PORTION! I'ma move mountains and touch the sun, don't get scared now, you knew this day would come. So hold your bids, all bets is closed, and...

(BOOM! Pyros ignite at the top of the ramp as smoke envelopes the entranceway. A shadowy form can be seen standing nonchalantly at the top of the ramp as Kid Rock's "Devil Without a Cause" blares over the speakers.)

FJ: "That music means only one thing!"

HS: "That our United States Champion is going to be near the rings any second now."

FJ: "I'm having a tough time adjusting to saying rings."

HS: "I'm not not. I just look out there, see two rings, and say rings."

FJ: "Dick."

(As the smoke settles around the stage, Steve Holly emerges wearing a black bandanna, and dark black shades. Holly takes a moment to consider the fans and offers a confident smirk as he makes his way to the ring.)

HS: "Steve Holly, one week ago, defeated Terry James for the United States title. Tonight he has his first title defense but not only against the former champion, but also against two others."

FJ: "This should be one hell of a match."

HS: "And while Objective Frank is being professional, I'll just add that this match features the best of the United States Division."

FJ: "Objective Frank?"

(Holly pops his neck and rolls both arms to losen his shoulders. Finally, "The Hellraiser" stops at the end of the ramp to regard some fans once again, all the while popping fingers on each fist.)

FJ: "Look, while you can only see great action like this here tonight, if you want to see me jump Herb after the show like a lonely kid on X-Box 360 launch night with that system at Wal-Mart, then give me a thumbs up!"

HS: "No, I'm sorry, that doesn't work anymore. There's no one out there that...can...oh shit..."

(As Herb sees lots of "thumbs ups", Holly finally gets to the ring as he climbs up and steps over the top rope. Pacing around the ring, Holly removes his shades and bandanna uncovering his pony-tailed sandy-blonde hair. He regards the fans one more time before walking to the far corner and sitting on the top turnbuckle, awaiting his competition. The opening guitar of "Thunderstruck" by AC/DC starts to play. The lights in the arena flash on and off for a few seconds before staying off. On the first "Thunder" the lights starts flashing on and off again. On the second "Thunder" Terry comes out onto the stage, stopping just before the ramp. He looks to both sides, staring into the eyes of the crowd, before walking down the ramp with a determined look on his face.)

FJ: "Don't worry Herb, I won't kill you, just finally show you how much I 'respect you'."

HS: "...hehe...uh, uh, uh, uh, Terry James is making his way to the ring now. You know, Terry James has been in the AWA for over a year now and over that year, I've seen some great improvement from this young talent. Wouldn't you agree, Frank?"

FJ: "Yeah, maybe, Deadman."

HS: "Grr...Terry James is on the up and up and if he can secure a win here tonight, it will cement his place in the US Division."

FJ: "Deadman, I wasn't aware that we had a 'US Division'."

HS: "You're an idiot..."

FJ: "I wouldn't talk too much, Deadman."

(Terry stops at the end of the ramp and gets onto his knees. He raises both arms into the air for three seconds as pyro jets shoot out, back and forward, along the top of the ramp in rapid-fire fashion. Terry then gets up and runs to the ring, sliding in under the ropes. He stops in the middle of the ring and quickly kips up as a pyro jet shoots from each turnbuckle. "Falling Down" begins to play throughout the arena. After a ten second wait, Logan emerges from behind the curtain. He slowly makes his way down the ramp towards the ring. He pays little attention to the people on either side of him, staring more intently on the ring.)

FJ: "And here's someone that first joined the AWA and was thrown into the US title mix and held his own. I see a bright future ahead of Logan Alexander if he can hold his own here tonight."

HS: "I actually agree, Frank. We don't agree on much, but when we do, your stuff seems almost credible."

FJ: "Oh, you're so dead. That's definitely a black eye."

HS: "Yeah, for you if you don't stop."

(He removes his jacket and drops it beside the stairs, before climbing up to the ring apron. He steps through the ropes and walks slowly around the rings focusing on Holly and James. "Judith" hits on the PA and the lights around the ring and the entrance way die out. A pale blue spot light shines on the entranceway and thin tendrils of smoke hang in the air. Rourke steps out into the smoke clad in his large black robe; the hood veils his face. He stops just long enough to hold out his arms in a taunting manner and then heads toward the ring.)

FJ: "Look, Herb-"

HS: "And John Rourke makes his way to the ring with a look of determination underneath that hood, I'm sure."

FJ: "If you have X-ray vision are you also weakened by Kryptonite as well? I want this ass-whipping to be as painful for you as possible."

HS: "Keep talkin'..."

FJ: "Hey, I was going to say that!"

(The spotlight follows him down the aisle and into the middle of the ring. The house lights come back on while John stands in the center of the ring and he tosses back his hood. He removes his robe to reveal his ring gear and tosses it aside. Chaos Stryke rolls into the second ring, and watches as the referee calls for the bell as Holly and James start the match off with John Rourke looking on. As Holly and James are in the collar and elbow, Holly whips James into the far corner turnbuckles. Logan sneaks up behind Rourke and puts a sleeper hold on the unsuspecting Rourke. Logan then drags Rourke through the ropes into the second ring to get away from Holly and James.)

HS: "Great strategy by Alexander!"

(Meanwhile, we see that Holly has just finished up ramming ten fists into Terry James' head while standing on the second turnbuckle. James, however, lifts Holly up with all of his might and powerbombs him off the second rope. James falls to the mat as well.)

HS: "It appears that the powerbomb took a lot out of Terry James in the early goings of this match."

FJ: "Well, it may have, but it still doesn't change the fact that I'm going to murder you after this show."

HS: "You're cruisin' my friend."

FJ: "Ooooh! I'm so scaowd!"

(Holly manages to get up just as James does, but Holly grabs onto James and whips him into the ropes. Holly goes for a clothesline, but James ducks, slides, and wraps his feet around Holly's feet and brings him down with a drop toe hold. With the big man down, Terry puts on the STF and Holly starts to writhe in pain. Holly starts to take advantage of his size and starts to use his arms to drag himself and Terry James towards the ropes. As this is going on, Logan Alexander is on the receiving end of an enziguri. Rourke is quick to get to his feet and he brings Logan to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Rourke ducks a clothesline and then leaps up and hits a hard roundhouse kick on Logan Alexander.)

FJ: "Rourke is trying to be like Chuck Norris with that cheap immitaion of a Roundhouse Kick. But what Rourke doesn't realise is that Chuck Norris' Roundhouse Kicks can dissintegrate men and make their great grandfathers feel the effects of it. My advice to Rourke is to not use another roundhouse kick, because that might piss off Chuck Norris. We all saw what happened the last time Chuck Norris was pissed off...Refer to Nagasaki and Hiroshima in Japan for those details back at the end of WWII."

HS: "...what a waste of air time..."

(As Alexander hits the mat from that roundhouse, Rourke looks over to the other ring and sees that Holly has just pulled himself to the nearest bottom rope, which has forced Terry James to release his STF, but Terry doesn't do so until the referee hits *FOUR* of the five-count disqualification. Rourke looks down and brings Alexander to his feet, but Logan whips Rourke into the ropes and nails a powerslam on Rourke. As Alexander starts to go to work on Rourke, Holly has Terry in a military press. Holly starts to actually press Terry about six times, then he launches Terry about two feet into the air before Terry crash lands on the mat.)

HS: "Terry James was just dropped from over 10 feet in the air!"

FJ: "That'll leave a mark!"

(As Terry is crawling around the ring very slowly, Holly picks him up, and whips him into the ropes, but as Terry connects...*CRACK!* and he goes falling to the mat...Reason why? Logan Alexander whipped John Rourke into that same area, the joined area of the two rings and just as Rourke connected...*CRACK!* and he goes falling to the mat as well.)

HS: "It appears that both men are knocked out cold!"

FJ: "Maybe, just maybe...but not what you're going to look like later on."

HS: "Try me!"

FJ: "Maybe I wi-"

(The camera switches towards Herb and Frank and we see that Herb has knocked Frank out cold with a straight right hand. Herb smiles as we head back to the action.)

HS: "Ladies and gentlemen, Frank has decided to take a nap, but that doesn't mean we can't watch this match up!"

(Logan has stepped through the ropes to the side where Holly is and the two immediately tie up. Holly prevails and whips Logan into the ropes, but on the rebound, hits a swinging neckbreaker on Holly. Holly moves to one knee and Logan is already ready for him. As Holly is moving up, Logan springs out with a super kick, but Steve catches it and twists Logan's ankle, causing Logan to twist in the direction of leg. With Logan down, Holly gets atop of Logan and grabs him by his throat. Holly lifts Logan up to his feet and then lifts Logan into the air, but then Holly releases and drops to one knee.)

HS: "That son of a bitch Terry James has just low blowed the United States Champion! Come on ref! Open your damn eyes!"

(With Holly down to one knee, Terry measures Holly up for a "lightning quick" neckbreaker. As Terry gets off the mat, he's immediately speared down by Logan Alexander and Logan starts to lay down some punches on the head of the defenseless Terry James. Logan brings Terry to his feet and the two lock up in the collar and elbow. Terry then goes behind Logan and has him set up for a German suplex, but Logan breaks the hold and puts Terry in an armbar and then into a hammerlock. Terry taps his left shoulder, but then reaches down and grabs Logan's left leg and pulls. Logan breaks the hold and falls to the mat as Terry applies an ankle lock on Alexander. Logan starts to writhe in pain, but then he stops. He turns and looks and we see that Steve Holly just raised some Hell as he kicked Terry James across the throat.)

HS: "Terry James' throat may be crushed!"

FJ: "I don't want to go to school mommy."

HS: "What?"

FJ: "..."

(Holly pins Terry in the ring...)

HS: "...ONE...TWO.- That was a close one! John Rourke broke up that pin, but where the hell did he come from?"

(Holly gets up, looks at Rourke and grabs his throat with his right hand. Logan charges Holly, but Holly, while letting Rourke go, hits Logan with a boot to the face. John Rourke kicks Holly in the gut, but it does nothing. Logan then joins Rourke in a retry, and the two get Holly set up for a double suplex, which they successfully pull off. As Rourke gets up to his feet, he ducks a clothesline attempt by James, but then Alexander comes over and hits James with a standing drop kick. Holly gets up now and grabs Alexander by the throat and lifts him into the air and chokeslams him to the mat. Holly finds Rourke and puts him in a military press and slams him into the adjacent ring. James chop blocks Holly in the left knee and then hits a running bulldog on Holly. Terry then hops onto Logan for a pin attempt...)

HS: "...ONE...TW- Logan kicks out! This is a close and hard fought match here tonight and ANYONE can walk out as the winner of this one."

(John Rourke gets up from the other ring and hops up to the top turnbuckle. Terry James is too frustrated with his failed pin attempt that he doesn't notice that Rourke is on the turnbuckle. Terry turns around just as Rourke leaps off, nailing Terry with a frankensteiner. Rourke grabs Terry's legs and keeps his shoulders pinned as the referee starts to count this pinfall...)

HS: "...ONE...TWO.- Alexander was there to stop the pinfall! What a great matchup!"

(Holly grabs Alexander and whips him into the ropes and then clotheslines him out of the ring. Holly steps out of the ropes and follows him outside. Logan whips Holly into the barricade, but Holly reverses and sends Alexander into the steel rails. Holly picks up Logan and then drops his abdomen on the rail. Holly then pulls Logan's aching body up and whips him into the ring steps, but Logan reverses that and sends Holly crashing into the imploding ring steps. Logan hops onto the ring apron and then dives off, hitting a cross body on the US Champion. Logan rolls off of Holly and the two just lie there.)

HS: "Look at the destruction at ringside! Logan and Holly are splayed out like lifeless beings!"

FJ: "I said I don't want to wear the diaper, Molly..."

HS: "Diaper?"

FJ: "And it's your turn to put on the see-through shirt and skirt..."

HS: "Frank, we're live on the air. You're embarrassing yourself. Wait, why am I warning him?"

FJ: "I love how it feels on my body..."

HS: "...And Terry James and John Rourke are tied up in the middle of the ring. Terry..."

(...knees Rourke in the gut and we see that Terry nails Rourke with a DDT. James hops onto the top turnbuckle and leaps off and hits a flying elbow across the chest of Rourke. Terry waits for Rourke to get up and then catches him from behind and nails a releasing German suplex. James walks to the nearest corner and watches and waits for Rourke to get up to his feet.)

FJ: "...I like the diaper-"

HS: "FRANK!"

FJ: "WHAT? What? What's going on? Wait, was I taking a nap or something? What happened, I don't remember anything beyond Hellraisin' Holly coming out to the ring."

HS: "You don't?"

FJ: "No, and why does the left side of my head hurt?"

HS: "Well, you just fainted and I guess you bashed your head off the table."

FJ: "Oh. Well, what's going on in the ring?"

HS: "Terry is stalking Rourke."

FJ: "I think we're going to see some thunder Herb!"

HS: "This could end the match right here. The other two participants are still down on the outside!"

(Terry continues to stand in the corner behind John as he slowly rises to his feet. Rourke finally gets up and turns around, still a bit dazed. Terry lunges forward and nearly kicks Rourke's head off! John drops to the canvas, knocked out, and Terry falls off to the side out of exhaustion!)

FJ: "Pin him Terry!"

HS: "All four men are down! Terry just has to muster the strength to get his arm draped over Rourke's body and he will have his United States title back!"

(The ref's head darts around, trying to see who will get up first. Terry starts showing signs of life, but suddenly "Right to Censor" by Fifty Stars Anger hits on the PA system. Terry immediately looks up with a random burst of energy. He stands up and starts yelling to the entrance. Sure enough, Xtreme Jeff comes out after a few moments in his wrestling attire. Terry looks around and sees everyone is still down, pointing towards his former tag team partner.)

FJ: "No Terry! Pin Rourke!"

HS: "Terry is making a huge mistake here! He shouldn't let Xtreme Jeff distract him!"

(Terry steps out through the ropes and hops down to the ground as XTJ starts to head down the ramp. The ref yells at Terry, advising him to pin John Rourke, but The Storm suddenly sprints after XTJ! XTJ starts to sprint as well and the gap closes quickly, but as Terry goes to punch his former best friend, XTJ ducks under it and continues running down to the ring. He passes by the ring and continues into the crowd and Terry skids to a stop. He turns around and follows XTJ, but out of nowhere gets dropped by a clothesline courtesy of Logan Alexander!)

HS: "Terry just got caught with a huge clothesline!"

FJ: "Why did he have to chase Xtreme Jeff?"

(XTJ stops running through the crowd to look on as Logan realizes he is the only one standing and looks to the ring, where Rourke is still lying on the canvas. Alexander quickly enters the ring and pins Rourke! The ref goes down and starts the count!)

(One! Terry slowly gets to his knees and hands on the outside.)

(Two! Terry gets up to his feet and sees Alexander pinning Rourke. He suddenly bolts under the ropes and lunges in to break up the count!)

(Three! Terry breaks up the count, but he's too late!)

HS: "Logan Alexander just stole the match! Terry had it in the bag!"

FJ: "Of course he had it in the bag! He's Terry James!"

HS: "Well, it looks like Terry let his emotions get to him and it cost him greatly!"

(Terry just slumps onto his knees and almost pulls his hair out as he realizes what just happened. The ref calls for the bell and raises Chaos Stryke's hand in victory. Terry just looks on as the United States title belt gets handed over to Alexander, but then he suddenly looks up to the crowd where XTJ is still looking on. Terry gets up and dashes through the ropes to the floor, than hops the barrier and starts to sprint after XTJ like a mad man. XTJ just runs through the crowd and both men are soon out of sight.)

(We cut backstage to the dressing room of the current owner of the AWA, The Legendary Low. He is already in his wrestling gear as he directs his attention at the camera.)

LOW: "Tonight will be the crowning moment of my total power over the AWA. When I was a little boy, I wanted to be a professional wrestler. When I became a pro wrestler, I wanted to be a Champion. When I became a Champion, I wanted to be a World Champion. When I became World Champion, I wanted to be the greatest World Champion of them all. And when I became the greatest World Champion, I wanted to be the most powerful man in AWA history. Well, mission accomplished."

"Team Gray thinks they have what it takes to end my supposed reign of terror. I'd call it a renaissance of excellence in the AWA. I haven't just been carrying the AWA on my back inside that ring, no, my money, my fame, my vision, my contacts in the business world have returned the AWA to prominence after it was worn down and almost out by Travis Gray and then Keiko Ono."

"Travis Gray was my bitch for several months. He did as much bad for the AWA as he did good over the years, maybe even more so. Jeff Christianson only proves one thing again and again, be it in 2003, 2005, or 2006 - he can't beat The Legendary Low. NHL is just a lucky piece of trash that only holds the AWA World title because I allow him so. And Cynder? Cynder only gets this payoff because of me as well. Lars Fredrickson, Brian Stevens, Richard O. Dickinson III and The Legendary Low are each better than all of you rolled into one. Tonight we will prove it when we end the career of Travis Gray and kick him to the curb."

(Low chuckles.)

LOW: "And then you will eternally bow to your new leader."

(We cut back to Herb and Frank.)

HS: "Wrestling fans, last month at AWA Vortex 2006, we saw the first-ever singles meeting between brother John and Brian Williams. Their hatred runs so deep, the ring wasn't enough to contain this blood fued. Both men crashed through a stack of tables and neither man seems to have an advantage. Tonight, as falls count anywhere, we will find out whether John and Katherine can escape the wrath of Brian, or if Brian can get revenge."

(The arena lights dim and we are left in total darkness for close to ten seconds before a blue spotlight beams down atop the ramp and "Lights Out" by POD explodes throughout the arena. As the music kicks in the crowd begins to go nuts. SUddenly blue strobes begin to flash vigorously throughout the arena, and finally John Williams steps from the back into view of the crowd, and the ovation fromt he canadian crowd is among the loudest of the night. Williams looks over the crowd for a moment with a serious look on his face before he heads straight to the ring, not taking even a second to mingle with the fans. John slides into the ring and stands mid ring staring up the ramp as the lights come back and "Lights Out" fades.)

HS: "John Williams has that look in his eye Frank, this one is fixin to be a blood bath through and through."

FJ: "You think the last time these two got together was bad, double the intensity and hostility and look out, one of these two men may actually have his career ended here tonight."

HS: "That is unfortunately true, and I am sure both men are counting on ending the other one, I just hope that they are able to finally settle this thing, and not take out half the population of the free world in the process."

(The building is buzzing with anticipation when the lights once again go out. *BRIAN WILLIAMS ENTRANCE*

HS: "Folks, it is pin falls count anywhere in the building, and if it is anything like the last meeting, that might actually mean anywhere."

FJ: "Look at the stare down Summers, and Brian has not even made it to the ring yet!"

HS: "Well these two men want to kill each other like no two men have ever wanted to do so before and....LOOK OUT!"

(We see John launch himself over the top rope int he direction of Brian and as he hits both men tumble to the floor. However both are quickly up and trading punches neither one able to gain much of an upper hand, and each landing the stiffest shots they can. The ref slides from the ring trying to encourage the two to enter the ring, but he is ignored and shoved aside. THe brawl continues around the ring both men landing shots furiously and the crowd is going wild.)

HS: "My God, it is like a hockey fight, these two are trading shots like a couple of NHL enforcers, and the match has not even officially begun?"

FJ: "Ha, and look at that little referee trying to get these two nuts into the ring, he best look out or he is going to..."

(The referee tries to grab onto John Williams but John turns and drills him with a stiff right hand knocking him to the ground.)

FJ: "Too late!"

HS: "Well that looks familiar. I hope that is the only casualty of war, but something tells me that we have not seen the last innocent bystander go down tonight."

(John turns back to Brian who nails him with a boot to the midsection which finally gains him an advantage. Brian then pushes John back first into the apron of the second ring then slides him into the ring. Brian slides in after his brother and as the two men enter the ring a second referee runs down the ramp and calls for the bell to oficially start the match. As the bell rings Brian pulls John to his feet and proceeds to ram his face into the near by turnbuckle five times before running him across the ring and tossing him over the ropes and into the second ring. John lands in the other ring and Brian quickly steps over the top rope and into the other ring himself. Brian pulls John to his feet and backs him into a corner where he nails him with a series of hand right hands, But John manages to get a second wind and begins to fight out of the corner with a series of rights of his own. The two again begin to trade punches mid ring, again neither really getting the best of the exchange until John manages to back Brian up a couple of steps. John seizes the advantage and backs Brian up to the ropes with a series of rights then steps back and with a wild clothesline both men tumble over the top rope to the floor.)

HS: "They are right here in front of us now Frank, and the action is heating up."

FJ :"HEADS UP!"

(As Frank warns Herb John who has pulled Brian to his feet slams his head into the announce table three times then whips him back first into the ring apron which takes Brian down to one knee. John then turns and tosses a ring side official to the floor taking the chair where he was sitting and folding it. John then turns his attention back to Brian who is using the ring apron to pull himself back to a vertical basis. John then pulls back the chair and with a sickening thud that echos through the building he brings the chair down across the head of Brian who goes down to one knee again. John looks at his brother with no remorse and raises the chair over his head and again lowers it sending another resounding thud through the building. This shot takes Brian down and he looks as though he is almost out, John stares at his fallen brother and tosses the chair away.)

HS: "That was sick, did you hear that chair hit the mans head."

FJ: "Herb I think Brian Williams may be out, John might have this finished already!"

(John however does not go for the cover, instead he pulls his groggy and lifeless brother back to his feet and pushes him to the guard rail and then tosses him over into the crowd. The fans in the area scatter every which way as John climbs over after his brother. John pulls Brian to his feet and begins to walk him through the crowd toward the back of the arena.)

FJ: "I don't get it, John could have won the match there with those chair shots, but he did not even attempt a cover."

HS: "To tell the truth Frank, I really don't think John would even consider ending this match this soon, he wants to hurt Brian like Brian has never been hurt before. That is the primary objective, and the win is an afterthought."

(John has pulled his brother to the back of the arena where he tosses him into a cement wall. Brian stumbles forward a couple of steps before John drops him with a clothesline. John again looks down at his brother who is despite the onslaught still trying to get back to his feet. John obliges and begins to help Brian to his feet, but it turns out to be a mistake because Brian nails John with a hard shot to the midsection which causes John to take a couple of steps back which allows Brian to get back to his feet. John moves back in but as he does he meets the foot of Brian Williams which makes contact with Johns midsection. Brian then grabs John and throws him through a near by door and John dissapears out of site. Brian takes a moment to catch his breath before he heads through the door himself only to meet up witha right hand from John. Brian fires back and again the two begin to trade shots as they move through the back hallway of Rexall Place. They pass by a number of wrestlers who just step back and avoid the two.)

HS: "Look at the people back there, no one even wants to get near these two."

FJ: "Do you blame them, I did not even feel comfortable when they were out here in the ring."

HS: "True enough, folks this match has been nothing short of an all out brawl, there has not even been more than a hint of a wrestling move all match long, and neither man seems to care."

(Brian is able to gain an advantage when he dodges a John Williams right and pulls his brother head first through a steel door. John stumbles into the dressing room which is empty aside from the wide array of fruits and cheeses and other foods laid out on a series of tables in the center of the room. Brian is quickly after his brother and pulls him to his feet. Brian then grabs John and runs him head long into a nearby locker. John stumbles backward and falls to the floor. Brian hovers over him with a sadistic look on his face then grabs John by the hair and pulls him back to his feet. As he does we can see that a John has been busted open across the top of his forhead. Brian wastes no time as he whips John back first into the lockers and drops him with a big boot to the face. Brian then drops down dropping an elbow across Johns chest then he reaches back grabbing Johns leg for a cover 1...2... Kick Out!)

HS: "Near fall there, Frank John Williams is in real trouble here, and he wants to turn this one around or he may find himself out of this match."

FJ: "Well, the fact that the blood is now flowing will likely spurr both men on."

(Brian does not waste any time, he quickly pulls John back to his feet and hooks his head between his legs and pulling John upward looking for a pile driver, but John is able to fight it. Brian tries again, but John is again able to stop the pile driver. John then somehow manages to flip Brian over his back and Brian goes crashing right through the table of food set up in the room. John falls to one knee as he look over at Brian who is stunned and on his back. There is food and pieces of table everywhere as the two Williams both struggle to get to their feet.)

HS: "What strength John showed there, he just back dropped a giant man right through a table after having fought with everything he has for close to ten minutes now, and look at the carnage."

FJ: "I'll say, did you see that table explode, there was food flying everywhere!"

HS: "These two may literaly kill each other before this match ends."

(They are both up around the same time and Brian swings with a right hand, but John ducks and spins Brian 180 degrees and forcing him back out through the door which the entered the room. John is right on top of Brian landing another series of left hands dazing Brian enought o give John the upper hand. John then leads his brother down the hallway by the hair stopping ocassionally to slam his head into the concrete wall. Finally the reach the end of the hall, which happens to be another red door. John quickly kicks this door in and tosses his brother through following close behind him.)

HS: "They are in the parking garage now, god only knows what damage may result from this."

FJ: "Jesus Summers, my car is out there, someone stop them, oh god the horror."

HS: "Relax Frank, I think you will be able to find another 1985 Pontiac 6000 without too much trouble."

FJ: "Funny, seriously though, this could get worse very quickly."

HS: "It certainly seems like it will get worse befor it gets better."

(John continues his assault pulling Brian to his feet and then throwing him down the four metal stairs outside the door. Brian lands on the concrete and we can hear him breathing very heavily, almost as if he is close to out of breath. John follows him down the steps and he again pulls Brian back to his feet and begins to drag him across the parkind lot.)

HS: "I think John is making a mistake not pinning Brian here, he is almost inviting this monster back into the match."

FJ: "Well the way it is going, it almost seems like that is what he wants."

HS: "Well if it is, he is a fool, no one wants Brian Williams coherant and thursting for their blood."

(The blood that flows from Johns forhead still flows strong, the crimson river has no nearly covered his entire face, which seems to be a problem as John needs to stop and wipe the blood from around his eyes. As he does so this allows Brian to nail an elbow to the midsection which knocks the wind from John who doubles over. Brian then still groggy finds the strength to nail John in the face with a knee lift and John falls to the pavement. Brian stumbles a bit before regaining his bearings and pulling John to his feet. Brian then thursts john backward which sends him spine first into the corner of a large dumpster and as John stumbles out of the corner Brian nails him with a hard right hand. Brian then grabs John by the hair and runs him head long into the steel dumpster, causing John to cripple to the ground.)

HS: "This is exactly what John Williams did not want to happen, he gave this monster a second chance, and now Brian Williams will do what he does best, and this is make John pay the price."

FJ: "I think you are right, Brian has said all along that he will be the man that puts an end to John Williams, and I think he is fixing to do just that."

HS: "He may be looking to do it right here, my god what is he doing....OH LOOK OUT!!!"

(Brian holds Johns head against the side of the dumpster with one hand and reaches up with his other hand grabbing ahold of the steel dumpster lid that is hinged to the side of the dumpster. Brian then with violent force slams the dumpster lid down sandwiching Johns head between the lid and the dumster. John drops to the ground instantly obviously out cold as we hear groans and gasps from the crowd in the building. Then as Brian looks down at his brother who is knocked out a devious smile forms on his face and he chuckles a bit before bending over and pulling John's lifeless body to a standing position.)

FJ: "Summers, did you hear that, he could have crushed John Williams skull with that shot."

HS: "You are damn right he could have, this man is sick."

FJ: "But again, he did not go for a cover, and judging by that evil smile he has something else planned."

HS: "I have no doubt, and knowing Brian Williams like I do, it will no doubt be a sick twisted attempt to end Johns career is the most violent and hate filled way possible."

(Brian with the devilish smile still on his face leads John across the parking lot, finally stopping as they reach a larger Tractor Trailer. Brian quickly slams John head first into the front grill of the truck. Johns bloody face leaves a large red smear on the bumper as he falls across it to the ground. Johns is breathing heavily and we can see an exhausted and pained expression on his face. Brian stares down for just a moment before once again pulling John to his feet and this time in an amazing feat of strength he hoists John above his head in a press slam and tosses him onto the hood of the truck. Brian then quickly climbs up himself joining John on the hood.)

HS: "This has bad written all over it, they are a long way up there."

FJ: "They are seriously going to kill each other tonight Summers, I hope the EMTs are standing by."

HS: "I am sure they are, as bad as it sounds, the whole world knew this was coming."

(Brian pulls John to his feet and both men are standing atop the hood of the rig. Brian takes John by the hair again and is about to throw him head first through the windsheild of the truck, but John is able to put his hands down atop the trucks cab and stop his head from going through the windsheild. Brian attempts again to put John through the glass, but again John stops him short. Finally John is able to land a desperation mule kick to Brians groin which causes the 7 footer to let go of his grip and stumble back a step. John uses this opportunity to pu some distance between Brian and him to try and catch his breath, he quickly climbs atop the trucks cab and moves toward the trailer, but before he can get far the large hand of Brian reaches up just grasping John by the ankle. John slips, but as he falls he is able to turn and land a kick to the head of his brother breaking the grip around his leg. John then climbs onto the trailer of the truck and quickly turns his attention to Brian who is now climbing atop the cab of the truck himself. Brian joins John atop the trailer and moves toward his brother, and once again the two begin trading hard blows. John lands two, then Brian lands three, John then lands three, and Brian fires back with two of his own. The two continue to trade blows and many times one or both come close to falling from atop the trailer to the ground below.)

HS: "God, what will happen if one of them falls from there, there will be nothing left."

FJ: "I love this Summers, these two are having another war, and I get to watch the whole thing, you cant beat this action."

HS: "Well, I am for one am starting to worry about the saftey of both men, the both want to hurt the other so badly I am affraid of how far either or both of them might try and go."

FJ: "Wow, you really are a mommas boy aren't you?!"

HS: "Yes, because I was the one who ran away scared the first time these two met."

(Finally the trading of blows ceases as Brian misses a shot and John lands a boot to the midsection which he follows up with an implant DDT. Brians head hits the steel of the trailer hard sending a resounding thud through the parking garage. The fans back in the building can again be heard gasping and groaning at the violence in the parking lot. John rolls Brian over, and hooks a leg for the cover, but the referee is unable to see the action as he is still on the ground thus can not count it down.)

HS: "Damnit, there is no referee, he can't get up on the truck, he can't count, John Williams has this thing won."

FJ: "But he doesn't, he can't get the three so he does not have it won."

(John holds the cover as we hear the audience counting in the arena, 1...........................................2..........................................3...........................................4... FInally John gets up and pulls Brian with him. John then drives his elbow into the forhead of Brian three times causing Brian to drop to one knee his head bowed in pain and exhaustion. John then takes three steps back in reaches into the pocket of his blue jeans and from that pocket he pulls a pair of brass knuckles. He grips the knuckles firmly on his right hand and as Brian raises his head John nails him witha hard brass knuckle shot to the forhead. Brian falls backward nearly out cold from the impact, and as he does John quickly moves back in with a side mount position and begins firing shot after shot with the knuckles to the head of his brother, and with each shot the look of fury and hate increases on Johns head, and it actually reaches the point where he begins almost gowling with each shot.)

HS: "Good lord Frank, look at the intensity of John Williams, he is going right to town on his brother here, I have never seen John like this."

FJ: "I actually like it, I mean it actually looks like he is trying to cave his brothers head in with those shots."

(John lands a sixth shot to the head of his brother before he backs off putting the brass knuckles back into his pocket. He again looks down at the referee who is pleeding with John to bring the fight down off the truck. John just looks down at him then looks at Brian and shrugs his shoulders. THen he turns back to Brian and a devious evil look forms on his face, and as it does he pulls a nearly lifeles and now bloody Brian back to his feet.)

HS: "Look at the look on Johns face here Frank, he has got something drastic planned here."

FJ: "Of course he does Summers, he said he would kill Brian if he had to, maybe he thinks it it time to take it to that level."

HS: "Everything about this is incredible, I mean after six violent brass knuckle aided punches Brian Williams is still able to stand on his own, any normal man would have passed out long ago."

FJ: "Well these are not normal men Summers, I mean look at the blood John Williams has lost here, how is it possible that he is still on his feet?"

HS: "I really honestly can not tell you...Wait just a minute, what the hell is he..."

FJ: "Holy Shit!"

HS: "My god he can't do this, he is going to kill the man, John don't do it!"

(John has positioned Brian in a pile driver like position and as he does he imediately signals for the Lights Out, but he has brian right at the edge of the trailer. John flips forward toward the edge, but Brian is able to use Johns momentum to toss him in a back drop over the edge of the trailer, and John falls to the pavement below and lands on his back in a sickening thud.)

HS: "JESUS CHRIST, GET SOME HELP BACK THERE. The man just fell fifteen feet or more the the solid Asphalt ground!"

FJ: "I don't like to say this but, HOLY SHIT....Summers....Did you see that? Did you hear the impact? John Williams has to be dead...Wait a minute."

HS: "What the hell is he doing, wait just a damn minute, GOD NO, NO WAY, LOOK OUT.!.!.!."

(As the referee moves over to check on John who is lifeless on the ground Brian moves to the edge or the trailer with a vial look on his face and wastes no time before leaping from the trailer looking for an elbow drop, but somehow on instinct John rolls over just a half turn and Brian lands on his right side with a thud that sounds like someone dropped a piano from a four stories up.)

HS: "This is un real, I can not believe the lengths these insane sons of bitches are willing to go to put an end to the other."

FJ: "And what makes it worse is they are brothers, and neither of them have gone this far before."

HS: "We need some help back there, those two men are crippled, thank good, get them some attention."

(The EMT's and other AWA personnel are quickly on the scene and groups see to both men who still lay almost motionless on the ground their eyes still closed. The medics have their gear ready and are about to load John onto a back board when his eyes open and he begins to roll over to his stomach. THe medics try to stop him but John pushes their hands away and makes it to his stomach where he begins to push himself up. THe medics try and hold the man down, but John begins to let elbow fly. He catches the one medic and the man falls backward.)

HS: "What the hell is he doing, they are trying to help him, the man has lost it!"

FJ: "I'll say, look at him Summers, he can hardly stand and still he is fighting to get at his brother."

(At this point Brian is also beginning to stir and he also begins to pull himself up. Both men have made it to their feet and begin to shake the cobwebs the medics and AWA personnel still watching, then out of nowhere John and Brian both begin hitting everyone in the vacinity with everything they have. Medics, security team, office personnel, everybody standing between them. The two men work their way through the crowd taking the men out with hard punches and kicks. Finally they reach each other and only stare each other down before again beginning to go toe to toe.)

HS: "Okay, this is getting way out of hand, the two men can hardly stand up yet they just took out nearly an army of EMTs, Security and AWA Staff, and neither of them should even be walking."

FJ: "They have not finished things Summers, it is clear now that they will finish this once and for all!"

HS: "My god I hope so, for their sake I hope so."

FJ: "I am sure the AWA staff feels the same way, I can't even count how many referees, security guards, medics, and even fans have been taken out during this journey through hell."

(The two men war back through the parking lot toward the door from which they exited the building, neither of them getting the upper hand for too long. John is able to land a few shots and bounce Brian's head off a car, but Brian is able to fire back smashing John back first into the metal railing that runs up the steps to the door. THe two men brawl back through the door, john goes through first and distances himself from Brian dissapearing into a dressing room. Brian is about to go in after him when we see a white burst of what looks like smoke billow out of the room right into Brians face. Brian stumbles backward into the wall rubbing at his eyes, and as he does John emerges from the room with a fire extinguisher in his hands.)

HS: "Well that is a quick way to gain an advantage, Brian Williams can't see a damn thing."

(Brian swings wildly but John ducks the shot then drills Brian with a hard shot with the fire extinguisher right in the head. Brian goes down to one knee and John casts the extinguisher aside. He quickly grabs Brian by his increasingly blood soaked hair and agian pulls him back to his feet and begins to drag him down the hall. They reach the door way back to the arena floor and step through it into the cheers of the capacity crowd.)

HS: "They are making their way back out toward us, fans down there steer clear."

FJ: "Hell I am thinking of steering clear myself, I hope they finish this out there as far away from me as possible, I don't want to become the next casualty of war."

HS: "You can relax Frank, they are still a good distance away from us."

(John takes Brian over to the nearby cement wall and smashes his head into it. Brian stumbles back and John goes for a clothesline, but Brian is able to duck it and as John turns back to him Brian nails a big boot taking John to the floor. Brian then collapses as well and both men are down. They both struggle to get up with Brian able to pull himself up first but John is not far behind. both men step toward each other and go for right hands, but Brian connects and John fails. Brian then connects with another right and and another, he backs John up until his back is up against a vendors popcorn cart. Brian takes three steps back and charges going for a boot to the chest of John, but John ducks at the last minute and Brian's foot hits the side of the popcorn machine knocking it to the ground causing the glass to shatter and the popcorn to spill out everywhere, and in the process the vendor is caught in the cross fire and the cart knocks him down.)

FJ: "What a waste of a good batch of pop corn, that is just needless destruction."

HS: "And what would you call the rest of the carnage that has ensued here tonight?"

FJ: "Hell on Earth?"

HS: "You would be justified in saying that, but I would be more inclined to say that we have witnessed another and hopefully the last chapter of the most disgusting sibling rivalry in history, and the most heated fued he AWA has ever bared witness to."

( John moves over and attacks Brian with a series of chops and left hands which back the big man up. John then boots Brian in the midsection and delivers a face buster to the cement floor, right in the area that the popcorn machine glass shattered. As Brian hits the floor he rolls over and we can see the shards of glass stuck to his face amongst all of the blood. John quickly hooks the leg and covers and the referee counts amidst the carnage 1.............................2......................... Kick Out)

HS: "Damn that was close, how much more of this can these two take?"

FJ: "At this point I could not even make an accurate guess."

(John does not even so much look at the ref before rolling out of the cover. He climbs back to his feet and begins to pull Brian with him, as John is pulling him up Brian drives a right into Johns midsection which causes John to hesitate, but not loose his grip, John then knees Brian in the head and pulls him the rest of the way to his feet. He then begins to drag him through the crowd and back toward the rings. As they reach the guard rail John goes to slam Brian head off of it, but Brian blocks and reverses Johns fortunes and it is his head that hits the rail. Brian then dumps John over the guard rail to the floor, and climbs over himself. Brian then groggy just stands on the throat of John pulling up on the railing to get mor leverage with the choke. John begins gasping for air as Brian continues to apply pressure. FInally after about ten second Brian releases the choke and backs up a couple of steps before dropping an elbow to the chest of John which he follows up with a cover 1.....................................2....................................... Kick Out!)

HS: "Another near fall there."

FJ: "This has been a hell of a match Summers, between all of the violence, these guys have really put on a show."

HS: "I guess you could say that, but they really couldn't care less."

FJ: "True."

(After the near fall Brian quickly pulls John to his feet and runs him back first into the ring apron three times then tosses him back into the ring. Brian then climbs onto the ring apron and steps back into the ring over the top rope quickly making his way over to his brother who is trying to get to his feet by using the ropes for leverage. Brian puts a stop to that with a boot to Johns head which sends the elder Williams back to the mat. Brian drops a leg across his brothers chest and rolls away quickly climbing back to his feet and reapeating. Then with John nearly out Brian pulls him back to his feet and quickly and easily presses him over his head.)

HS: "Frank, I have seen this many a time before, if he hits this John will not be getting up I can assure you of that."

FJ: "And not only tonight, he might not get up for weeks."

HS: "Calling of the Cataclysmic....NO WAIT...)

(As Brian is dropping John into the tombstone portion of the move John is somehow able to shift his weight and land a DDT on Brian, and the momentum carries John right into a pin.)

HS: "Reversal........1.....2......"

FJ: ".......3!!!!! He got him Summers, the ref is signaling that he got him he is calling for the bell!"

HS: :"What a turn of events, John Williams was seconds away from the match ending against him, but somehow out of nowhere he was able to land a desperation and win the match."

FJ: "What a match Summers, I am just glad it finally ended, I was beginning to think they would fight like that all night."

HS: "Judging by the scene in the ring, and the blood all over the arena I don't think either man had much more in him, they took every last ounce out of each other and John was able to come up with the move at the right time to end it."

(Both men are down, John on his back in the ring unable to stand, and Brian has rolled out of the ring and is also on his back on the floor. The crowd is cheering and we see Katherine run down the ramp and climb into the ring quickly attending to John who is starting to come to. He sits up with Katherines help and looks to here. THe look in his eyes hard to read through the crimson mask he wears but you can see the disbelief. John climbs to his feet and the ref raises his hand in the air as "Lights Out" Begins to play. However before John can celebrate he is clubbed from behind with a violent chair shot across the back courtesy of his brother which takes John down. Brian then drags John to the ropes and ties his arms up so he is unable to move, then revives him with a slap. John stares through his own blood filled eyes into the sadistic look of his brother who quickly turns his attention to Katherine who has a deer in headlights look as she sits in the far corner of the ring staring in horror at Brian. Brian makes his way over to her and pulls her by the hair to her feet. Still holding onto her hair he just stares menacingly into her fear filled eyes, then he grabs her by the throat look back to his brother with a sadistic smile and hoists Kathering up by the throat and with all the strength he has left he slams her over the top rope to the floor with a violent choke slam.)

HS: "You god damn bastard, someone has to stop this monster, what a sick son of a bitch."

FJ: "Summers, watch the potty mouth, there are likely kids watching."

HS: "Well I apologize for the language, but damnit something needs to be done to this sick twisted man, he needs to be stopped."

(John becomes enraged watching this and struggles to get free of the clutches of the ropes but he can't. Brian looks back into his eyes and lets out the typical Brian Williams evil laugh before exiting the ring. As Brian exits the EMTs rush to the ringside area and begin to tend to Katherine who is out cold and not moving on the arena floor. A couple of referees are finally able to get John free from the ring ropes, and he rushes right over to Katherine who is on a gurney now with her eyes open. John looks down at her and as he does he screams loudly and jumps from the ring and begins running up the ramp obviously look to get a hold of his brother. The EMTs wheel Katherine out of the ring side area and into the back out of site.)

HS: "That may have been the most disgusting thing I have ever witnessed, I can not even believe what I just saw."

FJ: "I have to agree Summers, even for Brian Williams this is a new low."

HS: "I just hope that young lady is going to be alright."

FJ: "And Herb did you see the look on the face of John as he took off out of here, I fear where this will go if he catches up with his brother tonight, or any night for that matter."

(A video package begins to play highlighting the reign of The Legendary Low and The Administration on top of the AWA. After seeing all the moments shown to us in the opening video of this show, we cut backstage where Larry Porter is standing by with Travis Gray, NHL, Jeff Christianson and Cynder.)

LP: "Travis Gray, tonight is the night where you can get even for the humiliation The Legendary Low put you through, and even more importantly, regain power over the company you founded in 1999. Your thoughts on your chances, your teammates and your opponents?"

GRAY: "Well, Larry..."

(Suddenly, we hear a buzzing sound and the screen goes black. After a few moments, we can read the following words:

Censored by The Legendary Low!

After a few more moments, we cut back into the arena.)

HS: "This selfish, underhanded prick!"

FJ: "Yeah, I can't stand Gray anymore either."

HS: "Not Gray, you moron, Low. This might be the last night of Travis Gray in the AWA and he and his teammates aren't even allowed to speak? You've got to be kidding me."

FJ: "So you think they're losing, too?"

HS: "I didn't say that, but there is the possibility. Anyway, fans, tonight is the night. If Team Gray wins here, Low has to sell the AWA back to Travis Gray to the conditions he asked for back in December, that Gray at that time wasn't able or willing to meet. Now he is, and if Team Gray wins, the contract signing will take place on our next edition of AWA Sunday Night Shock. If Team Gray loses, Travis Gray has to leave what he created for good."

FJ: "Herb, I think we should quickly remind our viewers of the rules of War Games."

HS: "Well, a huge cage with a roof is going to be lowered over the two rings. Two men will start and after that a coin toss will determine which team gets to send in another man first. The rules will slightly differ from previous War Games in that pinfalls will be allowed and a decision can take place at any point during the match."

(An ominous music starts to play as the huge cage is lowered from the ceiling. "No Remorse" by Metallica begins to play and the fans start cheering as AWA World Champion Nathan Hawthorne-Lee, AWA founder Travis Gray, Jeff Christianson and Cynder walk out on the stage and then down the ramp.)

HS: "NHL has recently cemented his status by tricking Low out of the World title that he cheated NHL out of. Jeff Christianson is as pro-AWA as they come. Travis Gray has founded this very company, we wouldn't have this job without him. Let us not forget that Cynder was only signed for this one match to fill in for the retired Jonathon Lightning, and Low has vowed that if he wins tonight, he will fire Cynder again."

FJ: "Good choice."

(Team Gray walks over to one of the doors of the cage and await their opposition. "A Pain That I'm Used To" by Depeche Mode begins to play and the fans immediately start booing. The Legendary Low, Lars Fredrickson, Brian Stevens and Richard O. Dickinson III, wearing the exact gear he wore in his training video, march down the ramp. They walk to the other door.)

HS: "Ladies and gentlemen, as you can tell, Nathan Hawthorne-Lee is already inside the cage, apparently starting the match for his team."

FJ: "Look at this!"

(Brian Stevens pushes himself past Low and Lars, who try to hold him back, but Stevens wants a piece of NHL and slips inside the cage. The referee closes the door behind him. The bell sounds in Edmonton's Rexall Place and the fans buzz in anticipation. "The Sensational" Brian Stevens and Nathan Hawthorne-Lee, the AWA World Heavyweight Champion, step center ring in Ring One. A small clock on the bottom of the screen appears counting down from three minutes.)

HS: "This place is electric, Frank!"

FJ: "You better believe it! It doesn't get any bigger than War Games, Herb!"

HS: "The bell has sounded and the timer, which you see at the bottom right of your screen, has started!"

(Brian Stevens and NHL are nose to nose and sharing some intense words. The referee pushes them apart and tells them that the time has started. Both men reluctantly back away and circle one another, preparing to lock up. Brian Stevens takes a step towards NHL, backing the World Champion into his corner momentarily. Stevens takes another strong step towards NHL, looking for an advantage, but the World Champion swings wildly at Stevens, forcing Brian to take a quick step backwards.)

HS: "Listen to the fans, Frank! They want see these two men lock up! They want to see this year-long feud EXPLODE!"

FJ: "They have THREE MINUTES alone with one another before anyone else enters the ring! That's three minutes of pure, unadulterated hatred that these two men have for one another boiling to the surface!"

HS: "They are locked in a cage! There is NO ESCAPE!!"

(Both men, again, step out to the center of the ring, both a bit hesitant. Finally, both lunge forward and lock up in a Collar/Elbow. NHL gets the advantage out of the lock-up and backs Brian Stevens into a corner, still engaged in the lock-up. The quicker Stevens pushes off of the middle turnbuckle and finds his way out of the lock-up and uses his momentum to execute and rear waist lock. NHL struggles to break free and does, but is only able to turn around and put his back to the turnbuckles. Brian Stevens smirks mischievously at NHL before drilling NHL with a STIFF European Uppercut.)

HS: "I guarantee you that NO MAN in this match is going to pull any punches! This one is all or nothing!"

FJ: "Oh yeah! Stevens just proved that with that incredibly stiff European Uppercut. The kid can hit for sure, Herbie!"

(Stevens unloads with a couple of stiff punches to the mid-section of NHL before grabbing an arm of the World Champion and locks on a standing armbar. Stevens brings NHL center ring and punches the shoulder of NHL. Nathan Hawthorne-Lee falls to a knee and Stevens, with the submission still applied, winds up and takes another calculated swing at the shoulder of NHL. The arm of NHL has grown limp and Stevens smiles as NHL is now on both knees. "The Sensational One" clocks NHL with three stiff punches to the back of the skull. Stevens laughs loudly as he kicks NHL across the chest. A loud thud rings through the arena as NHL grabs his chest in pain.)

HS: "OUCH!"

FJ: "Did you hear that thud? Just...painful sounding."

(Brian is laughing almost maniacally as he starts ripping on the arm of NHL, trying to tear it out of it's socket. After three attempts, Brian Stevens gets surprised when NHL, in a great show of intestinal fortitude quickly reverses the arm bar into one of his own! The crowd goes crazy!)

HS: "The tables have turned, Frank!"

FJ: "Not good for Brian! The last thing he needs is to get Nathan all riled up."

HS: "Very true! Brian has NEVER pinned or submitted NHL. And with the amount of history between both men, that's a bit shocking!"

(NHL starts shoulder blocking the shoulder of Stevens while holding onto the arm bar. Stevens yells in pain, but NHL is not relenting! After one more shoulder tackle for good measure, NHL grabs a hold of the head of Brian Stevens. Nathan is suddenly taken backwards by Stevens and thrown off and to the ropes. NHL shoots back and drops Stevens with a high running knee strike! NHL covers Stevens!

1...

2.

(Brian Stevens kicks out! Both men shoot up to their feet and we are at a standoff!)

HS: "What action! What drama! The feeling here is something of legend! This one is going to EXPLODE! I can feel it, Frank! This one is going to be special!"

FJ: "These two, at least so far, have completely avoided using the cage as a weapon. With the history between both these men, I find that VERY odd."

HS: "Let's not get ahead of ourselves, Frank. This one isn't done yet!"

(Brian Stevens yells something derogatory at NHL from across the ring. Nathan Hawthorne-Lee follows suit! Both men step in the middle of the ring and Brian Stevens doesn't hesitate and immediately slaps NHL right across the face! The fans boo until NHL responds back in kind and paintbrushes Stevens with a slap of his own! The fans erupt in delight as Nathan doesn't stop and starts unloading on Stevens! Brian backs away, trying to escape! Brian finds himself backed into a corner, one near RING TWO! Brian tries to escape out of the corner, holding himself up by the top rope...but NHL doesn't relent! He starts mercilessly and wildly clubbing the back of the brash upstart!)

HS: "My goodness! Nathan Hawthorne-Lee is really letting Brian Stevens have it! He is unloading without abandon!"

FJ: "I'm sure NHL has justified this in his mind! I'm sure he's gone through this moment for weeks! He wants to tear Brian Stevens limb from limb!"

HS: "You can't fault Nathan for that! Brian stole almost a YEAR of his life! A year he will NEVER get back!"

(Nathan tries sending Stevens to the ropes, but Brian still possesses the wherewithal to reverse the whip. Brian Stevens attempts a deep arm drag, but NHL counters and rolls through and attempts one of his own! Brian stops the hold and the two are at a standstill! Nathan reacts first and knees Stevens in the gut and takes him over with a Northern Lights Suplex! Nathan bridges for the pin!!)

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2..

(Brian Stevens gets his shoulder up! Brian Stevens rolls up to his knees, trying to escape NHL's wrath, but he's unable as NHL drags Brian to his feet by his Jet Black hair! NHL makes a throat slitting motion and kicks Stevens in the gut! NHL looks to be going for the Slap Shot!!! Nathan gets him up, but Stevens is ready and rolls through with an inside cradle!)

1...

2...

(NHL kicks out for the near fall! NHL, a bit shocked and perplexed, has lost place of Stevens! Brian Stevens, however, hasn't lost sight of NHL as he has sprinted to the ropes! Stevens leaps to the second rope and springboards back at the unsuspecting NHL and NAILING his hated rival with a stiff Enziguri-like kick to the side of the head. NHL falls hard but Brian falls to capitalize as he starts sucking wind to catch his breath...)

HS: "What a move by Stevens! Both men are down!"

FJ: "There isn't much time left, Herb! I'm told that we are going to join the referees in the back for the coin flip. Make it quick, ladies!"

(We go to a split-screen with the match still in process with both men down. A group of 5 AWA referees stand by with a coin. One of the referees starts talking...)

REFEREE: "Thanks, Frank and Herb. Earlier tonight, we asked both The Administration AND Team Gray what they would like to call. The Administration chose tails thus making Team Gray heads. As you can see...

(The referee shows us a Silver Dollar and both it's side to prove it's authenticity...)

REFEREE: "...this is a standard US Silver Dollar. We will now flip the coin to determine which team has advantage in tonight's War Games!"

(After a brief pause, the referee flips the coin into the air and lets it hit the ground. It bounces a few times before showing tails-side up. The crowd reaction can immediately be heard as they boo in great force!)

REFEREE: "Tonight's advantage in War Games goes to...The Administration!"

(We go back to the match with both men starting to get to their feet, Stevens a bit faster than NHL...)

HS: "There you have it, folks...The Administration will have the advantage when the three minutes expires..."

FJ: "You sound bummed!? Be happy, Herbie! It's not like Low was a bad boss or anything!"

HS: "It's...is this fair to Travis Gray?"

FJ: "Oh, who cares! He had a pretty nice run here! I'm sure he'll land on his feet with some other promotion or something."

HS: "This could very well be the last time we EVER see Travis Gray in the AWA. All thanks to Low!"

FJ: "Like it's a conspiracy or something! Gray lost the coin toss! It was fifty/fifty, baby! Low won!"

(Brian Stevens rushes to NHL, who is almost at his feet. Stevens kicks NHL on top of the head and quickly hoists NHL up into a dominator position before dropping him down with a Hurricane DDT! NHL's skull spikes the canvas and he flips to his back from the momentum of the move. Stevens is quickly to his feet and hit's the ropes, snapping down with a leg drop. Brian Stevens pulls NHL up from the mat and quickly drags him over to the turnbuckle and drives him fast first into the protective padding. Stevens lands a stiff kick to the gut of NHL and we escapes the corner gasping for air. Stevens smiles as he stalks NHL down near the ropes. Stevens throws NHL back into the corner and NHL falls to the mat with his head resting on the middle turnbuckle. Stevens laughs and hit's the ropes on the far side and sprints back in with a STIFF running knee strike! NHL slumps to the mat and Stevens hangs in the ropes, laughing at his progress.)

HS: "Just one minute, folks! Just one minute until Brian Stevens is joined by another member of The Administration!"

FJ: "Who do you think it'll be?"

HS: "Will it matter? Whoever steps out of that from the entry way will almost assuredly be a HUGE asset in this match...unless it's Dickinson."

(Brian cockily drags NHL out of the corner and brings him to his feet. Brian taunts NHL before bringing the World Champion up into a fireman's carry. Brian runs around the ring in a circle with NHL on his shoulders before throwing him up into the air and driving the skull of NHL into his knee in a modified neck breaker! Brian gets up and stalks NHL again!)

FJ: "I'd hate to admit this, but Brian stalking and taunting the World Champion is a mistake! The kid needs to finish Nathan and finish him NOW! I don't care if he hit's a North Star Driver! An Ace Crusher! A Front Guillotine Choke! A Lariat! An Eye Rake! WHATEVER! Finish your man, Brian!"

HS: "I have to agree with you on this! This could be a costly error by Stevens, who in all fairness, isn't a man who makes a lot of errors. Brian is VERY calculating, sometimes to a fault!"

(Brian finally gets on NHL and starts bringing him to his feet...but NHL grabs and arm of Brian and almost DDT's it to the ground in a Divorce Court!)

FJ: "What did I just say!? Stupid kid..."

HS: "NHL just hit a Divorce Court on the arm and shoulder of Brian Stevens! Brian is down! It would appear that this has bought some time for the World Champion!"

FJ: "Maybe...but he IS up against the clock, Herb! In only SECONDS, another member of The Administration will be in that ring, ready to jump down his throat!"

(The clock starts to count down from fifteen as NHL drops a rising Brian Stevens with a clothesline. NHL takes his eyes off of the fallen Stevens and watches the entrance ramp for his next opponent, hoping to luck out with Richard O. Dickinson III...)

FJ: "Here we go, Herb! Who's it gonna be!?"

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(An arena buzzer sounds and a momentary silence follows it. Finally, "A Pain That I'm Used To" by Depeche Mode hits over the arena PA and out steps The Legendary Low! Low walks with a purpose to the ring as NHL shows obvious signs of disappointment on his face.)

HS: "Things are not looking good for our World Champion, Nathan Hawthorne-Lee! If having his arch-nemesis, Brian Stevens, in this match by his lonesome wasn't enough...NOW he has to welcome the threat of the owner of the AWA AND the greatest World Champion this company has EVER seen and may EVER see."

(The referee unlocks the cage and Low slides in the ring. Brian Stevens, who NHL momentarily forgot about, has grabbed his legs. NHL tries stomping his way free...but it's too late! Low explodes at NHL and drops him with a Superkick! NHL falls backwards and Low starts stomping away at NHL.)

HS: "NHL is on his own for THREE MINUTES, folks! His team, if NHL can hold out, will be down a man for three minutes, which as you can see, has begun ticking away at the bottom right hand of your screen."

FJ: "I honestly don't think NHL can pull this one of, Herb! Brian Stevens is one of the most gifted athletes we've EVER seen in the AWA and some of the stuff he can do in that ring is SO revolutionary, it doesn't even have a name yet! And Low? Well...he's friggin' LOW! You don't need an explanation on why he's so dangerous! He IS the top dog and has been for a very, VERY long time!"

(Low mounts NHL and starts unloading with a flurry of punches to his skull. NHL shoves Low off and tries escaping, but Low follows NHL and starts strangling NHL on the middle rope with his knee!)

HS: "Low and Brian Stevens are working against the clock now, Frank! They need to stop chocking NHL and pin NHL before more men enter the match!"

(Low drills NHL with a stiff kick to the back before Stevens gets in on the action. Brian kicks NHL in the ribs and he flips over to his back. Stevens takes on more stomp to the ribs of NHL before Low drags NHL to his feet...but NHL fires a shot into the stomach of Low! And then Stevens! NHL is fighting his way to his feet with rights and lefts to Stevens and Low! NHL hits an arm drag on Low! NHL hits an arm drag on Stevens! One more for Low! Another for Stevens! NHL drops Stevens with an Enziguri! NHL hits Low with a Forearm Smash! Both men are wobbly! NHL yells loudly and charges both men with a double clothesline, but Stevens and Low both duck under and as NHL turns around, he gets destroyed by a Standing Leg Lariat/Leg Sweep combination similar to Total Elimination!)

HS: "Damn it! NHL was doing so well and the numbers game shot him out of the water!"

FJ: "That's why the advantage in this match is so important!"

HS: "Well, if you look at the clock, he's down to about a minute thirty! He just needs to stay alive that long before reinforcements arrive!"

FJ: "Well, if he takes more punishment like that modified Total Elimination, I don't think he'll last more than thirty seconds!"

(Brian Stevens and Low are both on the mat catching their breath. Finally, they both fight to their feet and meet with one another near the fallen NHL. Both seem to have different ideas with what they want to do with him. After Stevens shoots Low a look, Low reassures Stevens of his actions and Stevens shrugs it off in compliance. However, when they turn to NHL, he kips up to his feet and drops both men with a double clothesline! There is now only a minute on the clock!!)

HS: "What resiliency shown by our World Champion, NHL! What heart!"

FJ: "The Administration is dropping the ball here, Herb! This is NOT good!"

(All three men are on the mat! All three men are sucking wind! Surprisingly, the fresh Low is the first man up and walks his way over to the still-recovering NHL! Low falls to his knees and starts chocking NHL! Thirty seconds left! Low hears the announcement over the loud speaker and relinquishes the choke, slamming the mat soon thereafter. Low brings NHL to his feet and quickly hit's a kick to the gut followed by a clothesline. FIFTEEN SECONDS! Low starts stomping away at NHL before looking to the entrance way. Brian Stevens takes NHL and throws him into RING 2 as Low awaits Team Gray's next member!)

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(A loud buzzer sounds and "My Life" by the Geto Boys blares over the PA and the fans in Edmonton explode in delight! Out runs "Dark Warrior" Jeff Christianson and he slides into the cage and goes right after Low! Christianson gets in a few shots as we pull wide to show the audience both rings now being in use! An exhausted Brian Stevens is working over NHL in RING 2 while Low has gotten an advantage over Christianson with a rake to the eyes! We go back to Low/Christianson in RING 1 with Low punching away at a stumbling Jeff Christianson! However, Jeff Christianson gets fired up! He starts absorbing all of Low's punches! Jeff Christianson is showing a bright burning fire as he finally starts unloading on Low!!)

HS: "Jeff Christianson is beating the Hell out of Low!!"

FJ: "Wow! He's pissed!!"

(Jeff Christianson finally knocks Low to the mat! Low is right up to his feet and slides into RING 2! Jeff Christianson doesn't relent and dives over the top ropes and takes Low down with a splash!)

HS: "From one ring to the other! What athleticism shown by "Dark Warrior" Jeff Christianson!!"

FJ: "Low is in trouble!!"

(As we get a full ring shot, we see Brian Stevens and Nathan Hawthorne-Lee are still wailing on each other. Our focus remains on Christianson and Low, however. Low tries begging off but Jeff Christianson will have none of it! Jeff kicks a kneeling Low to the side of the face before bringing him to his feet. Jeff brings Low to the corner and starts unloading on Low with punches to the mid-section. Jeff backs out of the corner and heads to the opposite corner. Jeff yells out to the crowd and they respond back BIG TIME! Jeff smiles before rushing in at Low and hitting a HUGE splash! Low stumbles out of the corner before falling to the ground.)

HS: "Low is out!"

FJ: "Jeff needs to pin him. NOW!"

HS: "Wait a minute! Jeff has turned his sights over to Brian Stevens, who is STILL trading blows with NHL!!"

(Jeff Christianson swings Brian Stevens around and nails him with a punch! Brian tries getting away and Nathan Hawthorne-Lee hits Brian with a punch! Again, Brian gets hit by Jeff! Then back to Nathan! Brian Stevens is getting hit like a ping-pong ball! Finally, Nathan grabs Brian by his jet black hair and Jeff does the same! Nathan points to the other side of the cage and Jeff nods in compliance. Jeff and Nathan run with Brian and throw him face first into the steel cage!!!)

HS: "Brian Stevens is the first man in this match to taste the steel!!"

FJ: "Is he bleeding? I can't tell?"

(Jeff and Nathan pull Brian off the mat and he is bleeding. A lot. His forehead is a mess and it starts running down into his eyes as Nathan and Jeff bring Brian Stevens BACK to the side he came from, throwing him face-first into the steel AGAIN!! Nathan and Jeff proceed to have a few words before parting ways. Nathan stays with Brian Stevens and backs him into the corner and proceeds to nail him. Meanwhile, Jeff Christianson heads back to Low.)

HS: "Brian Stevens is a bloody mess! There is ONE MINUTE before another member of the Administration joins the War Games!"

FJ: "And what about Low?"

(Jeff Christianson finds Low, who is trying to pound his way out of the top of the cage. Jeff grabs Low's leg and Low losses his grip on the cage and crotches himself on the top rope. Jeff grabs Low and starts rocking the back of his head into the back of the cage! Low, who is being held up by the ropes and the cage as he's wedged between them, is helpless to Jeff Christianson's attack! Jeff runs from the other side of the ring, where NHL is still beating up Stevens, and sprints at Low and DRILLS him with a dropkick!! THIRTY SECONDS!! Jeff Christianson yells out to the fans and asks if they want one more? They unifying in one, loud YES!!! Jeff obliges them and again goes across the ring and sprints at Low and nails him with another running Dropkick! FIFTEEN SECONDS! Low crumbles to the mat and we switch momentarily to Stevens and NHL, where we see Stevens hit NHL with a low blow!)

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(BUZZ! "Blood & Whiskey" by The Dropkick Murphy's hits over the Rexall Place PA and out comes "The Man That May Just End Your Career" Lars Fredrickson! Lars is smirking as he runs to the ring with his studded leather belt in hand. Lars enters the ring and starts yelling at Jeff Christianson in RING 2. From behind Christianson, Brian Stevens nails Jeff in the nuts just like he did NHL moments before. Lars laughs and he runs into RING 2 and starts whipping the downed Christianson with his belt.)

HS: "NO! This is deplorable! Brian Stevens low-blowed BOTH Jeff Christianson AND Nathan Hawthorne-Lee! And now Lars Fredrickson enters War Games with his BELT as a weapon!"

FJ: "LWA rules, baby!"

HS: "Don't start with that, Frank!"

(Low is finally back up to his feet and he grabs hold of both arms of Jeff Christianson while Lars wraps the studded belt around his fist. Lars starts talking trash to Jeff and taunting him...)

HS: "Jeff Christianson is helpless! Brian Stevens has Nathan Hawthorne-Lee incapacitated! Low and Lars are going to..."

FJ: "They're gonna kill him!"

(Lars slaps Jeff across the face before punching Jeff with his loaded fist! Jeff starts to trickle blood and Lars sees the blood and NOW he has a target! Jeff spits at Lars and Lars laughs before again decking Jeff across the forehead with his loaded fist! Jeff starts bleeding heavier. Lars starts throwing punch after punch and Jeff grows lifeless and bloodier. Low finally drops Jeff...)

HS: "This is a travesty!"

FJ: "This is as just as it gets, my friend! This is what this match is! It's WAR! It's not suppose to be pretty!"

HS: "How about some damn...wait a minute...something is happening..."

(We switch to Brian Stevens and Nathan Hawthorne-Lee. Brian is stalking the World Champion, who is now a bloody mess and we don't know why. As Brian draws closer to NHL, we see something in his hand...)

HS: "Wait...what's in Brian Stevens' hand?"

(Brian Stevens, almost on cue, reveals his tribute to Abdullah the Butcher. In Brian's hand, much like Steel Cage Survival at Wrestlefest, is a FORK! The fork is covered in Nathan's blood and Brian mounts NHL and starts digging the fork into the facial features of NHL!!!)

HS: "Go wide! GO WIDE!!!"

FJ: "Was that a...."

HS: "YES! Brian Stevens was trying to mangle the FACE of NHL with a FORK!"

(Brian Stevens starts stabbing the forehead of NHL with the fork repeatedly. The crowd starts reacting in shock and horror! Brian licks the fork which draws a loud "EWWW" from the crowd.)

HS: "GAAAWWW!!!"

FJ: "EW! Just....ew!"

(Brian Stevens tosses the fork aside and it falls outside the cage. Brian starts biting the forehead of NHL, trying to open the wound more. We pan pack to Lars and Low, who are still beating on the bloodied Jeff Christianson. Low has Jeff's arms held down on the mat and Lars Fredrickson is whipping him with his studded leather belt. SMACK! Jeff flops in agony and Lars whips him with his belt! THIRTY SECONDS!!!)

HS: "Team Gray has help on the way in thirty seconds...but can Jeff Christianson and Nathan Hawthorne-Lee hang on!?"

FJ: "Hell, your guess is as good as mine, Herb! This one has been a roller coaster ride so far!"

HS: "And then some!"

(Low releases Jeff Christianson as Lars does a mock pose-down! Lars sees the clock is nearing 10 seconds and he proceeds to drop the Lower Eastside Drop on Jeff Christianson!)

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(Again, the buzzer sounds and "Speak" by Godsmack hits and the fans erupt in Edmonton! Cynder runs as fast as possible to the ring. Brian Stevens, Lars Fredrickson, and The Legendary Low ALL gather into RING 1, challenging Cynder to get into the cage! Cynder slides into the ring and all three men hop on him and start clubbing away! Cynder falls to the bottom of the pile...but suddenly, all three Administration members fly backwards as Cynder rises to his feet! Lars is the first one up and rushes at Cynder with his belt! Cynder DRILLS Lars with his Afterburn Spear! Brian Stevens is the next to charge at Cynder and gets dropped with a Big Boot! Low crawls between the ropes and tries getting away from Cynder! Cynder catches Low between RING 1 & 2 and starts stomping him between the rings!)

HS: "Look at this! Cynder is trying to embarrass his one-time boss!"

FJ: "That's garbage! Cynder is BARELY an employee of this company! After tonight, when Low's Administration wins, Cynder's ass will be unemployed! AGAIN!"

(Brian Stevens and Lars Fredrickson rush Cynder and get him off of Low. They fight Cynder into RING 2 and start clubbing away at him...but Cynder is too strong! Cynder shoves Lars off and grabs Stevens and tosses him face first into the cage! Cynder follows suit on Lars! Cynder panders to the crowd before heading back to Brian Stevens, who has retreated into a corner! Cynder starts pounding the skull of Stevens. Lars tries coming to the aid of Brian Stevens, but he gets cut off by Jeff Christianson! Jeff is PISSED! Jeff tackles Lars to the ground and starts pounding his skull into the mat with unadulterated recklessness!)

HS: "Finally! The Administration is getting their due!"

FJ: "Oh! Be a little more unbiased!"

(ONE MINUTE!!! Brian Stevens starts fighting out of his corner that Cynder has backed him into, but a crimson blood covered NHL explodes into the corner and starts dismantling "The Sensational One!!" Low pulls himself into RING 2 and Cynder stalks him, leaving Stevens and NHL to themselves.)

HS: "THIS IS GREAT! THIS IS JUST!"

FJ: "This is CRAP! It's all that over-grown Cynder's fault! That stupid...face!"

HS: "Stupid face?"

FJ: "Just...shut up! Call the match, monkey!"

(We go back to Lars and Christianson. Jeff has brought Lars to his feet and kicks the leg of Lars. Lars' leg buckles and Jeff proceeds double-stomping the ankle of Lars before locking on the Ankle Lock! FIFTEEN SECONDS!!! We head now to Brian Stevens and NHL. NHL has Stevens on the top turnbuckle. NHL looks to be attempting a Superplex but suddenly, NHL takes Stevens over Super Slap Shot!! Back to Low, who is watching his team-mates get decimated! Low tries begging off from Cynder, but Cynder kicks Low in the gut and hit's a big-time InCynderator!)

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HS: "It's The BIG ROD!"

FJ: "Don't call him that!"

(ROD is scared as hell as he tries to avoid entering the cage. DW has released Stevens and now DW, NHL and Cynder are all waiting for ROD to enter the ring. He tries to take off, but two referees grab him by his gear and roll him into the cage as the fans cheer loudly.)

FJ: "HEY! They can't do this!"

HS: "Of course they can! Team Gray should only be careful since ROD has brought his purse into the ring."

FJ: "IT'S A GENTLEMAN'S BAG!"

(As ROD gets up on his feet, Cynder runs at him and nails him with a clothesline. NHL hits a series of elbow drops, while Jeff Christianson climbs the ropes. NHL gets out of the way and DW comes off the top rope with a frog splash.)

HS: "Whoa, we haven't seen that in a while."

(NHL, DW and Cynder now starts stomping away at ROD. Low tries to come to his aid, but NHL nails him with an inverted atomic drop and then sends him into the cage, before going back to stomping ROD. Stevens now tries to help him, but he gets nailed with a big boot from Cynder, then thrown over BOTH top ropes into the other ring. Cynder rejoins NHL and DW in stomping away at ROD, who is screaming in pain. Now Lars tries to help ROD, but DW hits him with a spinning wheel kick.)

HS: "Team Gray is dominating!"

FJ: "Luck! Pure luck! They're ganging up on a MANAGER!"

HS: "I thought he was a fighter tiger?"

(DW now applies the Ankle Lock on ROD and it seems like ROD is about to tap out, but finally Lars is able to make the save by kicking DW straight in the face. In the meantime, NHL and Stevens are back on each other's throats, as they just slug it out in the middle of the ring. Cynder has started ramming Low's head into the cage again and again and again.)

FJ: "Hasn't Low suffered enough already? That idiot is ramming his bleeding head into a cage wall!"

HS: "Low fired him just because! Don't you think he is somewhat justified?"

FJ: "No, not at all."

(Lars now applies a sleeper hold on DW, while NHL has gotten the advantage over Stevens with a DDT. As we cut to Low and Cynder, we see Low nailing Cynder with an elbow to the groin, then pulling himself towards Team Gray's door, as the countdown begins one more time.)

HS: "Only a few seconds are left until Travis Gray himself enters the cage!"

FJ: "Yay."

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(Gray enters just as Low has crawled to his door and Gray, not even quite in the cage, starts pucnhing away at Low. Low, however, is able to nail Gray with another low blow and then slides out of the cage!)

HS: "What is he doing???"

FJ: "Whatever it is, it will be something smart!"

(The referee tells Low to re-enter the cage, but Low just shoves him to the ground and starts walking up the ramp as the fans boo him.)

HS: "He's taking his ball and going home! I can't believe it."

FJ: "I'm sure that's not it."

(Suddenly, the boos turn into cheers, as several wrestlers appear on top of the ramp - Orlando Ortega, Hellraisin' Holly, Rawstarr, Logan Alexander, Terry James and A.C. Smith, men who have party fought among themselves earlier who are now uniting against Low's reign of terror. Low pretends as if he is walking back to the ring, but suddenly turns around and tries to run through the crowd of wrestlers, but Rawstarr is able to get a hold of Low's hair. Holly then nails Low with the kitchen sink and sends him down on the steel. Logan, James and A.C. pick Low up and then Ortega grabs him by the hair and walks him down the ramp. OOO slides Low back into the cage and then locks the door again.)

HS: "Finally the AWA unites against The Administration!"

FJ: "They will all be out of a job tomorrow night!"

(During all this, Team Gray has gotten the complete upper hand over The Administration and Low is rolled right in front of them. Cynder pulls Low up and hits him with another InCynderator. Low doesn't have any time to catch his breath, as NHL pulls him up and hits him with the SlapShot. Finally, Jeff Christianson applies the Ankle Lock and it appears as if Low is ready to tap out.)

HS: "Low has been punished throughout the match, and it seems like Jeff Christianson will finally get his win over Low, handing the AWA back to Travis Gray. Wait, what is this?"

(Suddenly, Gray kneels down in front of Low and DW and begs for something. DW then smiles, nods and releases Low from the hold. Gray mounts Low and starts punching away at him to a loud reaction from the fans. His partners pull Low up to his feet, and Gray starts berating Low and then hits him with several loud slaps to the face.)

FJ: "How humiliating!"

HS: "It's nothing compared to what Low put Gray through when he dressed him up like a woman and treated him like a slave."

(Outside the cage, the group of wrestlers slams their hands against the cage, cheering Team Gray on. Suddenly, though, the tide changes again as Lars Fredrickson comes up from behind and hits NHL with ROD's purse. Cynder tries to take it away from him, but Lars is too fast and nails Cynder as well. As Lars nails Gray with the purse as well, Stevens hits DW with a low blow from behind.)

HS: "And all of a sudden, The Administration has the upper hand again."

FJ: "And you thought it was just a purse. Look at how lethal it is."

(Stevens tends to the grounded ROD, while Low pulls up DW and Lars climbs to the top rope, the purse still in his hands. Low holds DW for Lars and Lars comes off the top rope, but instead of hitting DW, DW ducks and Lars hits Low with the purse, to the cheers of the fans. Low falls to the mat.)

FJ: "NO!"

HS: "DW got out of the way and Lars hit Low!"

(Lars opens the purse and we see there was a brick in it. He drops the purse and immediately goes to revive Low. ROD and Stevens join him, but apparently, to no avail. The referee lifts Low's arm, but there is no response. The Administration now pleads with the referee, but he starts to count Low out... 1..... 2..... 3..... 4..... 5..... DW is helping Travis Gray to his feet..... 6..... 7..... NHL and Cynder regain consciousness..... 8..... 9..... Lars tries to keep the referee from counting on..... 10!)

FJ: "NO! NO! NOOOOOO!"

HS: "It's over! Low has been knocked out and Team Gray wins War Games! The Administration is out of power!"

FJ: "PURE LUCK! PURE LUCK! NOOOOO!"

(The fans cheer as "Hail To The Chief" begins to play and Gray, Christianson, NHL and Cynder hug. Low is just slowly regaining consciousness, thanks in part to ROD, who is trying to revive him. Lars just stares at Low, then at Gray, while Stevens is visibly upset and keeps kicking against the cage.)

HS: "Ladies and gentlemen, two and a half years after losing to Mortis Valley at Classic 2003, Travis Gray is once again going to be the sole figure of authority in the AWA. On our next edition of AWA Sunday Night Shock, Low has to sell the AWA back to Gray."

(Fireworks go off as Team Gray celebrates in the middle of the ring. As the cage gets lifted up again, ROD helps Low out of the ring. Not even glancing at his teammates, Low, along with ROD, walks up the ramp. Stevens and Lars look at each other, then at the celebrating Team Gray. Finally, Lars and Stevens exit the ring, as DW, Cynder and NHL lifts Travis Gray up their shoulders.)

HS: "Fans, after five months of power struggles and abuse of power, Team Gray defeats The Administration to end Low's reign of terror. Make sure to check out our next edition of Sunday Night Shock to see where this is headed..."

(As Team Gray celebrates, we slowly fade out.

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