AWA CLASSIC 2006, August 27th, 2006, Sydney, Australia, Telstra Stadium

(The AWA logo flashes across the screen, but instead of going into Sydney's Telstra Stadium or to the opening video montage, we cut straight into the office of AWA President Travis Gray. With his tailor-made dark blue suit, he sits behind his desk, folding his hands and looking into the camera.)

GRAY: "Ladies and gentlemen, AWA wrestling fans, tonight will be the biggest night of the AWA calendar, as we prepare for the seventh edition of AWA Classic, coming to you live in just a few moments from the Telstra Stadium in Sydney, Australia. Before we go to the live show, however, let me address some of the athletes in the AWA, as numerous comments have been made about me and towards me in the week leading up to this huge event."

"First of all, after finally ending his vacation or whatever it was that The Hangman was doing, he shows his face again on television and utters a few insults and demands in my direction. He wants a match with me. He says I am hindering his right to make a sufficient living. How so? By offering him a big match at Classic? The bottom line is that after regaining my company at Springs And Breaks, and really, way before that, I made the vow to never stop into the ring again. I am not a professional wrestler, and even though I did so several times over the years, I have realized that I should not be inside that ring. I should not take away the focus from the real wrestlers, from the people who actually contribute to our athletic product, the people who go out and bust their asses. So Hangman, thanks, but no thanks."

"Now, Jayson Price wanted answer regarding his request to 'spice up' the rules of his Triple Threat Match with Javex Valerius and Prince Rawstarr. Well, the answer is no. The AWA is about diversity, and with a number of elimination stipulations on this show, your match will stay sudden death. However, if you and Mr. Valerius are so hell bent on going at it without an X-factor, if you will, I'm sure we can arrange something for the upcoming edition of Sunday Night Shock."

"Furthermore, I am aware that Preston Alway has been going around calling himself the Unofficial World Champion. Well, Mr. Alway, regardless of the result of your match tonight, I think this dispute needs to be resolved quickly. So make sure to pay good attention to tonight's main event and scout your opposition, Mr. Alway, because that 'title unification' is going to come rather sooner than later."

"On to the No Limits title match. While never officially at stake, the number one contendership to the AWA World title was going to be greatly influenced by tonight's match between Orlando Ortega and Nightmist. So right now, right here, I am going to make it official - the winner of the No Limits title match will go on to face the AWA World Champion in the main event of AWA Overpower 2006 on September 24th from the Southwest Airlines Arena in Phoenix, Arizona."

"Finally, I have to make an important announcement for tonight's main event between AWA World Champion Brian Williams and The Legendary Low. For over three years, these two men have fought again and again. Both men have won major key matches against the other. They have traded the AWA World title with each other. They have caused pain and destruction, of a physical nature, but also literally, as I had to buy a new Cell after these two destroyed the old one last year at Springs And Breaks. With their plenty and lengthy title reigns, it is hard to argue against the statement that these two are the greatest World Champions in AWA history. Tonight will determine who is the greater one."

"The conflict between these two men doesn't seem possible to settle. It looked that way after their series of matches in 2005, but apparently, that was not the case. However, having these two men atop their respective' plateaus atop the AWA takes away the air to breathe for the rest of the AWA roster. As long as Brian Williams and Low don't settle their dispute, the AWA World title will keep gravitating towards both of them and we will see the violence of this dispute displayed again and again for years to come."

"Therefore I have reached a decision. The most successful members of this company seem to think they are above the law, that Travis Gray isn't the one making the decisions. Well, I am. In order to settle this dispute, in order to make room at the top, in order to spare me some headaches and a load of money, tonight's main event, Brian Williams versus The Legendary Low for the World title with John Williams as the special referee will be aLoser-leaves-AWA Match!"

"And now, ladies and gentlemen, I wish all of us a historic evening of AWA wrestling action."

(We fade into the AWA Logo then into a shot of Frank Jackson from 2000.)

FJ: "Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the AWA Classic PPV!"

(We then see still shots of Danny Bryson getting a pin over Lars Fredrickson to win the AWA TV Title, a still shot of Crimson Dream pinning Rick Wagner, a still shot of The Raver landing outside of a boiler room with Nightmist mid-air behind him, a shot of Jimmy "The Chair Swinging Retard" pinning Assassin to win the AWA Tag Team titles, then a still shot of The Larster pinning Jimmie to win the AWA Tag Team titles, a shot of Black Dragon looking confused as Ray Owens and another person are seen with their backs turned a little away from the ring, and a shot of Jack Happy with an arm draped over the body of Sabotage to win the AWA World Heavyweight Championship.)

(We fade into a shot of the LWA World Heavyweight Championship title.)

HS: "The year is 2001 and I would like to welcome everyone to LWA Classic across the Atlantic pond in ENGLAND!"

(We see a still shot of King Chozen standing in the Torture Chamber Cage, a still shot of Jeff Christianson walking down the ramp, a shot of Static tying up with OSP, a shot of Vapor Adams holding up the LWA TV Title, a still shot of Weston Steel standing in front of Guy Gyser with the LWA Hardcore title held by the referee, a still shot of the back of Ray Owens as he looks at Dave Santini walking down to the ring, a shot of Steven Caldera standing on walking up the ring steps, a still shot of Mortis Valley climbing a ladder to reach the LWA Tag Team Titles hanging above the ring, a shot of Travis Gray pinning LWA President Lars Fredrickson, and a still shot of Low holding up the former LWA World Heavyweight Championship for the first time.)

(We fade into a shot of the Japanese Flag which has 2002 on it.)

VOICE OVER: "Japan, land of the rising sun, the jewel of the East. Tonight, the AWA invades Japan, and the world may never be the same again."

(We see a still shot of Quade DeSade tying up with Jason Kryptical, a shot of the late Ramona A. Stone holding up the AWA Women's Championship, a shot of Snakebite with the AWA Hardcore title around his waist walking down to the ring, a still shot of Mr. Jack B. Happy connecting with the Happy Daze on CarnEvil, a shot of Twizted Kindred holding the AWA Tag Team Titles into the air, a still shot of the Hangman being handed the AWA United States Title looking down at Dark Warrior, a still shot of Mortis Valley connecting with a DDT on a bloody Low on the steel ramp, and a shot of Drake Hyde holding the AWA World Heavyweight Championship while being powerbomed off a ladder by Black Dragon.)

(We fade into a shot of Herb Summers from 2003.)

HS: "Welcome everybody to AWA Classic 2003 from Rio de Janeiro, Brazil! 96,863 people have packed the Maracanã Municipal Stadium to watch the biggest show of the year!"

(We see a shot of M-Tank mounting Brute and a punch ready in mid air, a shot of Evan Spire walking down to the ring on the ramp, a still shot of Judgment with a figure four leglock on Bryan Peek, a shot of Lustiful Laura with the AWA Women's title on her shoulder, a shot of Death Angel with the AWA Hardcore title in his hand looking at Jayson Price and Aaron Matthewson through the Hell in a Cell, a still shot of The Fish and Javex Valerius lying on the mat as Whisper is seen mid air with the AWA TV and Cruiserweight Titles in his hands, a shot of C-Rock covering Jack Happy to win the AWA Tag Team Titles, a shot of Adam Bawm tying up with Dave Santini in the ring, a shot of Mortis Valley holding the AWA US title in the air in front of President Gray, and a still shot of Low with the Low Standard applied to Snakebite as Snakebite's hand is seen hitting the mat.)

(We fade into a shot of Herb Summers from 2004.)

HS: "Good Evening Ladies and Gentleman and welcome to Toronto, Canada. Welcome to AWA Classic 2004 and welcome to the SKYDOME!"

(We see a still shot of Hell's Hazards walking down the ramp with the AWA Tag Team titles around their waists, a shot of Sgt. Jeremy Price tying up with Flying Keith, a shot of Rawstarr's blood dripping onto Jack Happy's hands as the referee has dropped Rawstarr's hand for the third time to check for a knock out, a still shot of Andy Peek is seen with him wearing the AWA TV Title around his waist on the Classic stage, a shot of BlackJack in mid-air during a 450 splash with Colin Baird lying on a table, a still shot of Michael Stevens tying up with John Heights is seen next, a shot of Bryan Peek walking down the ramp with the AWA United States Title around his waist, a still shot of the Fish bent over after giving Snake a back body drop is seen next as Snake is upside down about ten feet above a table, a still shot is seen of Nightmist wearing the Shock AWA World Heavyweight Championship on his way to the ring, and finally we see a still shot of Jeff Christianson holding the Xplosion AWA World Heavyweight Championship above his head while his family is in the ring.)

(We fade into a shot of Herb Summers from 2005.)

HS: "60,216 fans are packing the AOL Arena in Hamburg, Germany, to watch AWA Classic 2005!"

(We see a still shot of Andreas Lasiewicz holding his version of the US title called the Polish Heavyweight Championship, a shot of Andrew Flash tying up with Jack Sloan is seen, a still shot of President Gray handing Xander Crew an AWA Contract, a shot of Onslaught is seen while performing "Boof", a still shot of John Williams on a ladder reaching for the AWA No Limit Championship, a still shot of Atlas barely standing next to the face down Apollo, a shot of Schizm being unmasked to show that he is "Pheonix" Paul Garrison, a still shot Orlando Ortega handing the AWA Cruiserweight Championship to The Fish, a shot of Kanye West singing on a stage, a shot of Metallica playing on a stage, a shot of Bad Blood's Jeff Christianson and C-Rock walking down the ramp with Kanye West in the background, a shot of Damage, Inc.'s Nathaniel Henry Lee and Brian Stevens with the AWA Tag Team titles around their waists with Metallica playing them to the ring, a shot of NHL whipping Jeff Christianson with the huge Dog Collared Chain in the back, and a still shot of Low holding his eighth World title in the air. The picture zooms into that world title and then...

...fade to black...)

(We see Chris "The Assassin" Freytag sitting on a stone wall in front of a hotel.)

FREYTAG: "Let's first address this match itself; this Canadian Death match. It's been made pretty clear that I'm not at all in favor of this concept, although understand the reasoning behind it. Is my dislike because I fear the unpredictability of this environment? No. I've met up with much worse scenarios before, and walked out with my arm raised, or at least some other clear, positive objective, was accomplished."

(Next we cut to "Dark Warrior" Jeff Christianson standing behind the wheel of his pirate ship.)

CHRISTIANSON: "It’s time for Jeff Christianson to take the AWA by storm one more time. You see, I don't take every match, Terry. I'm a chess player. You don't reveal all your moves until you are in a position to attack. For months I did attack you. I even BEAT YOU. Yet, that's not good enough for you. You keep coming back for more. It's just not gonna happen! You’re not getting more. You’re going to see your end. I'm not going into this match with the intention of winning the cruiserweight title, although it would be an added bonus, I'm going in with the intention of injuring you the same way you injured ME!"

(Then, we cut to Terry "The Storm" James skating in a hockey rink.)

JAMES: "So, Chris, are you really ready for this match? Do you think you can come up to the level of competition you’ll need to win this match? You always said you were in it for the competition, for the sport. Will you be able to push the competitive edge so high that it becomes much more than a sport? Jeff knows this will be a bloodbath, as do I. Will you be able to make this match a match of bitter rivalry? Are you ready to injure your opponents and take injuries yourself? If you can not say yes to any of those questions, you don’t stand a chance in this match."

(We cut to "The Hitman" Ray Owens as he walks by The Rock heading towards downtown Sydney.)

OWENS: "How much fun would it be for me to defeat a Hall of Fame wrestler? Even more, a Hall of Fame wrestler on the weekend he was inducted? That would be the perfect ending to a perfect day for me. Maybe not so much for him but hey, there has to be a winner right? I do appreciate all the respect that John Williams has given to me, I respect him as well."

(Next we cut to "The Icon" John Williams as he's standing in an empty room.)

WILLIAMS: "I do realize that Ray Owens is a very dangerous man inside a wrestling ring. I have seen him work in the past, and I know exactly what he can do, and how quickly he can make a man scream uncle. I know that he is without a doubt one of the toughest men to ever step between the ropes. Now that might make the average man a little uneasy, but I assure you all that, that is not the case here. Because I know that my vast knowledge that I have picked up over the years makes me more than a formidable opponent for Ray Owens, anything Ray can do, I can do, plain and simple."

(Then, we cut to "Outrageous" Orlando Olazabul Ortega as he's climbing Ayer's Rock.)

ORTEGA: "...I can look into Nightmist’s cold eyes and it doesn’t affect me in one bit. I can stare at him through his mask, just like I did to the luchadors of the past, to Fish and Jack Happy, and to so many before him, and know that I have the ability to beat him any day of the week. This Sunday, though, isn’t just any day of the week… it’s the biggest day of every year, and probably the biggest day of my wrestling career. I take Nightmist on, one on one, at the granpapa of them all, Classic, right here in this great country of Australia. But the catch is, it’s for the No Limits Championship, in the brutal no limits style that mirrors the essence of hardcore."

(We cut to Nightmist who is standing in a plaza in Tokyo.)

NIGHTMIST: "Ortega, you want to become the AWA No Limit Champion? You will have to become the test. I don’t plan to roll over for you. Look at these people walking about. You don’t know their stories, but each of them have a dark spot. There are those who frequent the establishment that we were kicked out of earlier. There are those who supply the women and children, yes children, that were inside those walls. There are those who commit gruesome crimes as part of a misguided movement. We will see what kind of dark spot Orlando Ortega has come Classic."

(Next we cut to Nathan Hawthorne-Lee who is in a dark room with his face against the camera.)

NHL: "Brian, I've had it with you. All of your insults and all of your sneak attacks have put me over the brink! It's the FINAL STRAW! I've had it way above my head with you and you will see how serious I am at Classic when I do what no other wrestler has done in the history of this sport, and that's KILL a man on Pay-Per-View!"

(Then, we cut to "The Sensational" Brian Stevens sitting in chair on a talk show.)

STEVENS: "The ONLY thing I’m afraid of come Sunday night at Classic is WHAT I’m going to DO to NHL and how long I’ll be imprisoned because of it. Let me make this PERFECTLY clear so that even the dumbest mother fucker in this room can understand it: considering what Nathan TRIED to do to me at No More Drama. Knowing WHAT lengths he is willing to stoop to…I am ready to MATCH his gesture. Given the chance, I would like NOTHING more than to wrap that length of chain around the throat of NHL and choke him out until he is a LIFELESS pile of flesh and bones! EYE FOR AN EYE! I will repay him the same attempt on his life that he afforded me!"

(We cut to The Legendary Low sitting in an empty Telstra Stadium.)

LOW: "If you want to have a chance to beat The Greatest Sports Legend Alive, you need to make a verbal and psychological impact beforehand. Brian Williams, you weren't even verbal before Classic. To me, that kind of behavior represents your career post your first, admittedly awesome World title reign. But this is in the past, just like your latest, legacy-killing, pitiful World title reign, a title reign scarred by non-title and tag team losses to has-beens and rookies, a title reign scarred by being a victim to a group that has managed to make a name for themselves at your expense, a reign scarred by not defending your title very often since winning it. This title reign is as good as over, Williams. Tomorrow night, The Legendary Low will take everything you can throw at him and come back and come back and come back, until you have no answers anymore."

(Finally, we cut to Lord Brian Williams sitting in his throne, atop a plateau, in his temple.)

WILLIAMS: "Low I want you to take a look at this belt like you have nine times before, and I want you to lust after it, I want you to yearn for it. I want you to put your soul on the line to take it from me. Tell me Low… I want to hear you tell me that you’d DO ANYTHING for this. I want you to tell me that you’d DIE to take this title. Because Low for every non-believer when they see me take your dreams and shatter them, they will believe. When they see me rise above what you could ever do, they will believe. Low when they see me outclass you AGAIN… they will believe."

(Then, we quickly reverse through all that we've seen until we're looking at a picture of the AWA World Heavyweight Championship. The screen shatters as we see the PACKED Telstra Stadium in Sydney Australia where we see over 100,000 fans packed TIGHT into the stadium. Fireworks start from around the top of the stadium and then rocket down several strings towards the ring where a huge fireworks display travels up to the stage and pop all around the AWATron until we hit the finale of a HUGE explosion from the top of the dome, the ring, and the stage. We see TONS and TONS of signs in the stadium. "I wanna see Stevens get MURDERED" "DETHRONE WILLIAMS" "Dark Warrior SUX!" "The Hitman RULES The Icon!" "Nightmist fears Hispanic people!" are among the hundreds of signs littering Classic. We head to ringside where our announcers gets us acclimated with the night's event.)

HS: "102,372 fans pack the Telstra Stadium down under in Sydney, Australia to watch the epitome of excellent wrestling, AWA Classic 2006. Guiding you through the night will be, as always, me, Herb Summers and the AWA’s color commentator…"

FJ: "…ME, Frank Jackson! We are going to blow the damn ROOF off the stadium tonight!"

HS: "Frank, it doesn’t have a roof."

FJ: "Well, then that lip that’s hanging over us."

HS: "Anyway, we have one hell of an action packed show tonight. We have 11 matches scheduled and we have highlights from the AWA Awards and Hall of Fame Ceremonies that took place last night at the Marriott Hotel right here in Sydney!"

FJ: "But before we even started the festivities, AWA Owner and President Travis Gray came on to tell us of HUGE blockbuster changes tonight!"

HS: "And we’ll discuss those in turn, but to kick off the night, we will see Preston Always go one on one with A.C. Smith! These two have been itching to get at each other’s throats and now they have the chance and venue to do so!"

FJ: "But, can that top the final showdown between two lawmakers?"

HS: "Probably not."

FJ: "Well, it should! We will witness tonight Judge’s Sentence! This is a hardcore match between Mike Judge and Judge to see who can officially use the name "Judge" here in the AWA! There has been some bad blood mixing between these two officers of the law and tonight it’ll be settled!"

HS: "Frank, they’re not real judges. But in any event, tonight someone may lose their job and someone will leave with a guaranteed shot at the AWA No Limits Champion at a later date! What am I talking about? I’m talking about the Fast Lane Battle Royal with "Love it or Leave it" Rules! If you don’t eliminate someone before being eliminated, then you’re fired! We have a lot of great new comers in the AWA and some great established talent that will be itching to get the win tonight! Tonight, Fully Exposed, Corey Hazard, The Squasher, Onslaught, Slam Daddy, Hollywood Rob, Tirsodo, Ewan McAndrew, and Gabriel, who debuts here tonight, will all compete to see who goes home and who catches a ride in the Fast Lane!"

FJ: "The AWA Tag Team Championship will be on the line in a Triple Threat, singles elimination match tonight! Menace 2 Society’s Shaku Endbringer and Missle, the current AWA Tag Team Champs, will put the gold on the line tonight against the former Champs, the Art of War’s Jai Williams and Malika, and the Unholy Heroes’ Quade DeSade and Draven Shadows! These six men and woman have been at each other’s throats for almost a month now. Menace 2 Society broke into the scene and took the Tag Titles but will Art of War get them back or will the Unholy Heroes lurk in the shadows and strike when the time’s right?"

HS: "Good question. And I’m sure that we’ll get an answer tonight. During the past few weeks, Javex Valerius and Jayson Price have been back and forth with each other. At Classic they thought they would get each other, but with a surprising twist by President Gray, Prince Rawstarr of the NPD was put into this match, thus making it a triple threat match. Tonight, Prince Rawstarr, Javex Valerius, and Jayson Price will engage in triple threat action where the winner will be in consideration of an AWA Cruiserweight Championship match."

FJ: "MIGHT, Herb, MIGHT. But who cares about POSSIBLE title matches. I want REAL title matches. Tonight, the AWA Cruiserweight Championship will be decided in a Canadian Death Match! Terry James puts the title on the line against Chris Freytag and AWA Hall of Fame Inductee Jeff Christianson. In a match that is so brutal, can Jeff Christianson prove there’s more left in the tank? Will Chris Freytag pounce on this great rookie opportunity? Or will the Champ himself keep what he has so rightfully earned?"

HS: "I guess we’ll have to find out later on! And speaking of title matches, the AWA United States Championship will be decided tonight in a No Disqualification match. Logan Alexander will defend against the aggressive challenger and recent returnee to the AWA, Snake! Snake’s been literally begging for this match and when he challenge for the title, Logan Alexander wasn’t afraid to back down from the challenge. This should be one great US title match that is worthy of being held right here at Classic!"

FJ: "And speaking of a classic, the first ever Classic Hall of Fame match was announced last week! That’s right, President Gray has started a NEW tradition in the AWA where we will be graced and honored by a match from AWA Hall of Fame Greats from the Past and Present! Tonight, "The Hitman" versus "The Icon" as Ray Owens and John Williams wrestle tonight for the very first time! I think President Gray hit gold with this iconic match."

HS: "That he did, Frank. Nice usage of ‘hit’ and ‘iconic’ by the way. But when I think of ‘hit’ and ‘iconic’ I think of the AWA’s very own original title, the AWA No Limits Championship. Since its conception at Wrestlefest VI with its first champion Andreas Lasiewicz to the historic 145 day reign by Nathan Hawthorne-Lee to our current title holder Nightmist, this title has seen it all and has been fought for in the most brutal of matches, epitomizing the No Limits name. Tonight will be no different as Nightmist and Orlando Ortega lock horns to see who really and truly has No Limits."

FJ: "And, according to President Gray, will be in the Main Event of OverPower with an AWA World Heavyweight title shot against the Champion at the time!"

HS: "HUGE NEWS, Frank!"

FJ: "But not as huge as this next match I’m announcing! They’ve been at it for over a year. They’ve been enemies, then friends, then enemies again! I’m not talking about Low and Lord Williams; I’m talking about Brian Stevens and Nathan Hawthorne-Lee! Since Brian and Sarah have plotted Nathan’s demise, Nathan’s been on a patch of revenge and after Brian put Nathan on the sidelines for a few weeks, Nathan’s been so much more focused on his battle with Brian. Brian’s been retreating-"

HS: "Running away."

FJ: "Ahem! He’s been retreating and making strategic moves against Nathan’s advances. Then, Nathan hired Jessica-"

HS: "Oh, stop being so one sided! Jessica’s been fed up with Brian for a long time and seeing Brian injure Nathan put her over the edge. She’s been sympathizing with NHL to the point where she tricked Brian into signing a contract for Classic where NHL would pick his stipulation and punish Brian. One week ago, Nathan revealed that it was a Dog Collar, a nod to last year’s Classic Classic and a way to keep Brian from running away. This should be one HELL of a match, if both of these men don’t die in the process."

FJ: "You’re the one that’s one-sided! Anyway, for the main event tonight, King Low will put his King of the Kage opportunity on the line as he tries to win his 10th AWA World Heavyweight Championship! His opponent is the monster Lord Brian Williams, the current AWA World Heavyweight Champion. Tonight, there’s a catch. President Gray has stated that the AWA is not big enough for the two of them and has made this match a "Loser leaves AWA" match! Tonight will be the last match from one of these two and the stakes couldn’t be any higher!"

HS: "Low’s been saying that Bri-"

FJ: "Lor-"

HS: "SHUT UP! Low’s been saying that Brian Williams hasn’t been the same and is a lost cause and a blemish on the AWA World title. Brian Williams wasn’t available for comment this week, but I can assure you that our Champion is a fighting champion and he will put on a show tonight to prevent Low from breaking another record, even if it is how own."

FJ: "That’s right!"

(We cut to a shot and we see someone entering the front row area.)

HS: "Frank is that...."

FJ: "I knew it! He said he was gonna show up at Classic and there he is! And he’s getting an escort right up to the front row."

(Our camera zooms over just to the left of where Herb and Frank are sitting to show none other than The Hangman being escorted to the front row. As he sits down, he sneers into the camera as he holds up his Classic wrestling ticket.)

HS: "I don't think this bodes well for the AWA tonight folks."

FJ: "Of course it does. I just won a bet with a couple of stagehands in the back. I'm gonna be eating well tonight! Pizza Hut here I come!"

(Every AWA star has to look their best. Some take this to extremes just to make sure that just the right impression is made when they are seen. Malika sits waiting for her ‘personal’ makeup assistant to attend as she taps out text messages from her Razr. She seems amused at the responses on the small cellular screen as finally her makeup arrives.)

(The sound on the scene is mute but it is obvious that Malika is happy as her attention remains on the cell phones keypad. She chats with the man at her back who is teasing her hair then the camera moves in on Malika’s reflection in the mirror. Her face becomes a frozen picture of terror, her eyes wide open, her mouth drawn back in a silent scream, her arms thrown up in a defensive manner dropping the cell phone.)

(The scene cuts from the freeze-framed moment to hand picking Malika’s phone from the floor. It is flipped open and the ‘CONTACTS’ accessed: Jai Williams name is soon revealed. The phone is flipped shut.)

HS: "Interesting stuff."

FJ: "Yeah… (Yawns)"

HS: "Well, looks like it is now the time for our blue chipper vs. blue chipper match. AC Smith, the more experienced of the two, will face Preston Alway in a four sides of death match. This started when Preston Alway begged for a singles match and received the news that someone like him was not in a match for Classic. He then attacked him backstage and hit his finisher."

FJ: "Not counting than a week later, Alway was facing his biggest challenge in the form of the AWA World Heavyweight Champion, Brian Williams and that AC Smith just felt like running in at the start and knock out Preston Alway."

HS: "Well, AC Smith had to do something about that you know, and that’s what he did. AC Smith is a little bit more experienced in an AWA situation here and now, this match has become a four sides of death match per request of Smith. Pits full of thumbtacks, tables, barbed wires and many weapons are not going to look good at all for Preston Alway."

FJ: "Come on Herb, this kid has the potential to get an upset win on the greatest stage of them all here tonight."

HS: "I guess we’ll see about that."

(As Herb Summer’s sentence comes to an end, the lights dim and the fans are on their feet in expectation of AC Smith. "Unstable" by Jim Johnston is heard all over the stadium and the fans are showing their great appreciation towards one AC Smith who in return shows little gesture to express his gratitude. He gets a sight of the four sides of death and grins maliciously to its sight. He goes through the ropes and gets in the ring, salutes the crowd a little and waits for his opponent.)

HS: "AC Smith ladies and gentlemen, is a true blue chipper, he is the one that ended Whisper’s career here in the AWA and defeated established superstars since his arrival."

FJ: "Well, I’m sorry to disappoint you so early Herb, but the guy he is facing tonight is quite unique and AC Smith can’t rely on his "experience" in this match!"

(The lights then goes down and then flickers. "This fire burns" by Killswitch Engaged is heard all over the PA system to a mixed reaction. The lights then stop flickering and Preston Alway is walking through the curtains with a unique smirk on his face. He walks on the ramp with fire bursting from the roof to the ground, saluting the beautiful Australian girls at ringside and taunting their boyfriends yet at the same time. He takes a look at his surrounding, feints that he is scared of the barbed wires and walk through the ropes into the ring. He comes face to face with AC Smith who is taller by eight inches. They look at each other for a brief moment and return to their respective corner.)

FJ: "Preston Alway, the un-official world heavyweight champion of the AWA has everything to win here tonight."

HS: "Well, I tend to agree with you on this one Frank, Alway has talked so much about this match that he just can’t afford to get his own ass handed to him tonight, LIVE, at Classic. Besides, it’s not like his "title" is on the line..."

(The bell ring and both competitors are coming near each other, they study their basic strutting around the ring. AC Smith starts to move in for a clinch which Alway ducks and goes on the other side, greeting Smith with a quick jab, then another and return to his corner. Looking quite irritated by that, Smith moves his head from left to right looking at the cocky smirk of Preston Alway. Smith starts once again to move in for a second clinch which Alway seems to agree on only, like previously, Alway duck it and Smith finds his face welcoming one other quick hard jab. Alway looking for another one gets it’s blocked by Smith and pushed to the ropes, on the rebound, Alway throws himself on a flying body press only to get caught by Smith and raised above.)

HS: "Well, it looks like the mind games that Preston Alway used in this encounter are coming to an hand."

FJ: "Hey you know what; Smith shouldn’t carry Alway around like this, something bad could happen!"

(With Alway on top of his arms, Smith is parading in the ring for the great pleasure of the crowd. He goes near the barbed wires area, looking to throw Alway into it. With full strength, Smith tries to throw Alway only Alway manages to reverse the weight, get behind Smith, turn him around and slap him across the face quite hard which angers even more the big former police officer. Alway, not wasting any time, throws some jab to Smith’s face, gives him a kick in the guts and gets a vertical suplex on the tall superstar. Both competitors are then getting up, Smith is quite staggered and Alway seems pleased of his job. Preston Alway then goes for an Irish-whip on AC Smith and awaits him on the return with a clothesline that Smith ducks and returns back with a hard tackle. Alway, knocked on his back tries to get up slowly but is then one more time greeted with another tackle. Back on his back, Alway gets up slowly, looking in pain but is helped by AC Smith which pulls him from the ground by the head. Smith gets Always and raises him to drop him for a pretty hard scoop slam. Back on the ground, Alway finds himself locked into a basic rear chinlock where Smith is giving more and more pressure.)

HS: "Well, looks like Alway’s pretty face is getting wrecked up as we speak!"

FJ: "Somehow, I think Alway will find a way to get this to his advantage."

(Still in the chin lock, Alway starts to rise up slowly with AC Smith still holding the pressure. One, two elbow shots to the guts and Alway now running in the ropes to get free is only ending with AC Smith raising Alway above his head and hit a military press which sends Alway back express way to the ground. Smith then goes to Alway and helps him getting up however; Smith takes the time to put his arms behind Preston Alway’s back and raise him high in a bear hug which makes Alway screams for his life.)

HS: "Once again, Alway is stuck into a submission manoeuvre; it might be just a matter of time!"

FJ: "Seriously Herb, you think a guy like Preston Alway would give up so early?"

(Still trying to get a way out of the bear hug, Alway is moved from side to side by the obvious strength of AC Smith. AC Smith moves toward the pit full of thumbtacks looking to once again drop Alway in the pit. Alway, looking at what is about to greet him has second life and throws some punch to AC Smith’s head to get down from the hold. Still in a bad position, Alway ducks a punch by Smith and get behind his opponent. AC Smith, slowly turning his head is then hit by very well and very fast superkick that sends him directly into the pit full of thumbtacks.)

FJ: "I told you he would find advantage and now, look at AC Smith trying to rise from the pit with blood getting spilled from his back!"

HS: "Well, it looks like Preston Alway got the upper hand right now."

(While AC Smith tries to get up from his position, Alway goes in the nearby pit full of weapons and grabs a 2X4. The fans are screaming out loud for Alway to use his newfound toy and Alway seems very amused by the situation. As Smith is getting up, his head meets the hard wood of the 2X4 which sends him collapsing in the ring near the pit. Preston Alway then goes for the cover.)

FJ: "1....2.......Kick out!"

HS: "This match was nearly over!"

(Alway is getting up from the pin position and waits for AC to get up at once. With the expression "Pain" on his face, Smith gets up only to be received by one of Preston Alway’s belly to back suplex. Alway then waits one more time for Smith to get up and hit another Belly to Back suplex. Positioning himself vis-à-vis Smith’s head, Preston Alway runs back in forth in the ropes and drop his forearm crashing on Smith forehead. He then goes for another cover.)

HS: "1....2.....thr...Kickout!"

FJ: "That wasn’t enough, close maybe, but not enough."

(Irritated by the two count, Alway forces Smith to get up and goes for another Irish whip on Smith looking receive him with a spinebuster only Smith returns with a kick to Alway’s guts and raise him, flip him and drop him into a hard Powerbomb on the mat. Smith collapses after that and both superstars are down on the mat, breathing slowly.)

FJ: "That took a lot of energy from the Big Apple Ass-kicker."

HS: "Looks like it, both superstars are down and Smith is recovering faster than Alway."

(Getting up first, Smith grabs Alway by the head and raise him on his shoulder landing a Samoan drop on the Québec superstar. Back on the ground, Alway is again helped raising up and threw in the ropes by the big New-Yorker and received by the same man which sends him flying high above and away into a back body drop. An evil smirk appears on AC Smith’s face as he goes near the container full of weapons. He brings in a steel chair and waits patiently for Alway to turn around. As soon as Alway heads turn in front of AC’s, a loud sound of steel chair hitting flesh is heard all over the Arena which sends the Heartbreaker back to the mat. Looking at Alway’s legs, AC Smith thinks that hurting them won’t be bad for his match and that’s exactly what he does by landing chair shots after chair shots to those legs. Alway, obviously in unbearable pain tries to reach in for the ropes only Smith is covering more area in the ring. Alway, slowly trying to get up is met face to face with AC Smith who grins at Alway and raises him over on his shoulder, Alway’s head leaning down into a Tombstone Piledriver position.)

HS: "Oh my god, you don’t need to go that far Smith!"

FJ: "Shut up Summers, let the men act!"

(Looking at the crowd’s response to that position, Smith goes nearby the barbed wires with Alway on his body, head down and drop his body firmly to the ground sending Alway’s legs in the barbed wires along with the rest of his body sliding from the ring. Awakened fast by the contact of razor sharp wires with his skin, Alway screams in pain. Blood is running down his face, his arms and his legs. Smith, proud of himself goes into pit, carefully avoiding the wires and tries to get Alway’s head only to be greeted by a drop-toe hold which sends his face connecting directly with the wires. Both superstars are then bleeding an awful amount of blood.)

HS: "That’s gotta hurt, so far, everything that both superstars did to each other received some kind of pay back in return!"

FJ: "There is blood everywhere; these kids should know that barbed wires really hurt!"

(Both superstars are getting up slowly and exchange a set of punches directly to the head without any of them gaining some kind of advantage. AC Smith then backs off and goes for a clotheslines that Alway ducks one more time and welcome Smith’s face with another of his jab, a kick in the guts and raise Smith vertically into a vertical suplex position but lands in a neckbreaker on the concrete floor which sends both superstars to the mat quite fast.)

FJ: "Both superstars are down for the second time of the match!"

HS: "They must be exhausted!"

(Alway getting up faster than his opponent his carrying Smith by the legs toward the tables section. Carefully putting AC Smith breathing corpse on the table, Alway then lands two punches on Smith’s face to be sure that he’s not entirely aware of what’s about to take place. Alway goes back in the ring and climbs the top turnbuckle near the table which serves as a death rest for AC Smith.)

HS: "Oh my god, what is this guy up to now?"

FJ: "To no good, that’s for sure!"

(With the fans chanting his name, Alway sends himself in midair and flips one and half time and lands on AC Smith’s body on the table in a full 450 splash motion. The fans are then screaming Holy Shit, Holy Shit, Holy Shit.)

HS: "That’s something I thought was impossible for Alway to demonstrate!"

FJ: "Well, looks like you’re wrong!" (Alway is getting up very slowly, looking obviously in pain but not as much as AC Smith. Alway gets Smith back in the ring and slowly goes for a cover.)

HS: "One....two....thre....NO Kickout by AC Smith!"

(Alway look exasperated once again is getting AC up and sends him in the turnbuckle and runs toward him only Smith ducks and Alway finds his back connecting hard with the turnbuckle. Smith is walking off Alway, with blood running on his face and runs through Alway with a powerful spear. Alway is then almost cut in half and rolls on himself in pain. Smith gets Alway up, gets his head between his leg, raise him into a vertical position and lands Alway’s head directly on the mat in a full well executed piledriver. Smith goes for the pin.)

FJ: "One, two, thr...No, once again this match is still going on!"

(As Alway tries to stand up and Smith greets him with a body slam and go climb the nearby top turnbuckle. Signalling the crowd, the middle giant lands his elbow on Preston Alway’s heart. He goes for another cover.)

HS: "One, two, th....Kickout, yes kickout you heard that right ladies and gentlemen!"

(AC Smith gets Preston Alway to stand up, he throws him in the ropes and receive him in the rebound with an hard spinebuster. Alway looking near death is trying to catch up his breath only AC Smith doesn’t let him that luxury and gets him back up again.)

FJ: "That’s why he wins matches; he’s a wrestling harassment specialist!"

HS: "Come on Frank, he’s just making sure Alway doesn’t get any chance of recovery from this!"

(Back up, Alway looks at AC Smith telling the crowd that this match is over. Alway is then sent into the ropes and received in a gorilla press. With Alway up in the air, Smith is moving the body like a plastic doll looking to land Alway face first on the mat only Alway gets a reversal and lands on his feet behind Smith, grab his Smith’s arm behind his own head and use his other arm to choke Smith to the ground into a chokehold looking like a standing tazmission.)

HS: "Is this...yes it is, that’s Preston Alway’s trademarked submission move, the Oh La La!"

FJ: "The oh la what?"

(Alway is trying to choke his opponent who is quite bigger than him only Smith manages to get Alway on his shoulder and in an attempt to throw him on his back, Alway reverses once again and return face to face with his opponent. A moment later, Alway kicks Smith in the guts and raise him on his shoulders. He spins around two times...)

HS: "Time for the...."

(Smith reverses in mid air and drops back behind Preston Alway and attempt to raise him high one more time in a gorilla press only Alway manages to reverse the weight one more time and lands on his feet, kicking Smith in the guts once and turn him back and forth landing on his back with AC Smith’s face full of blood connecting hard with the mat. Alway goes for the pin.)

FJ: "OhMyGOD...OMGWTFOWN3D!! That is, and now the pin!!"

HS: "Un....deux.....trrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrois!!!!!

(The bell rings as "This fire burns" hits back all over the PA and Alway leaves AC Smith body and stays on the ground a little bit to catch his breath.)

HS: "Well, it looks like there is now an official blue chipper in the AWA!"

FJ: "It was really close though, I think we might see a rematch someday!"

(Alway stands up and walk toward the nearby turnbuckle raising his arms in victory and the crowd cheering more for him than ever before. Looking obviously in emotions, Alway parades around the ring while AC Smith is getting up slowly.)

HS: "Preston Alway delivered a statement here at classic, winning his match at his very first classic against someone as talented as AC Smith, that’s not something easy to do!"

FJ: "Of course not, but it proves that Preston Alway is truly a man of his words!"

(Parading in the ring, Alway is met bloody-face to bloody-face with AC Smith now standing in the middle of the ring. The crowd is cheering really loud as AC Smith extends his hand looking for Alway to do the same. Preston Alway is hesitating at first, but as the crowd cheers more and more, Alway extends his hand in respect and both competitors both shake each other’s hands as the crowd is on their feet.)

HS: "True sportsmanship here demonstrated by those two competitors!"

FJ: "Come on, to quote Alway, it’s not like The goddamn Bold and The Beautiful!"

(AC Smith leaves the ring as Alway is still playing with the crowd for few minutes. Then, Preston Alway leaves the ring with the crowd fully supporting him.)

HS: "Well, that was another great match here tonight and there’s a lot more coming to you ladies and gentlemen on the greatest stage of them all!"

(A shot opens up on a table where a cell phone is ringing with the whimsical rip-off of 'Barbie Girl.' It is not long before it is answered by Jai Williams.)

JAI: "Malika?"

(There is a long shrill scream so loud that Jai's reflex action is to jerk it from his ear. Confused and worried he tries to get through his managers sound barrier but there is barely a breath between her cries. Jai’s concern is more than obvious and only stimulated as suddenly the call is cut.)

(Jai hits his speed dial and listlessly paces through one ring, two, three four rings then onto Malika' automated message service. Unsure what to say Jai ends the call, grabs a seat shirt and rushes from his dressing room inadvertently barging through a pair of backstage hands who pick themselves up cussing Jai’s inconsideration.)

HS: "What’s going on here?"

FJ: "No clue."

HS: "In any event, we’ve had a great beginning to.....uh-oh."

FJ: "That security guard and The Hangman have been jawing at each other throughout the entire opening match. It seems to be getting heated between the two of them."

(As our camera pans over, sure enough, we see a verbal exchange that is getting incredibly animated. After several moments, The Hangman finally snaps and he lays into the security guard with several haymakers as the crowd watches on in shock. Several more guards run out only to get levelled by the behemoth as he spends several moments punching, kicking, and stomping them all once they're down for good measure. As The Hangman's head lolls to the side, a sneer revisits his face as he then grabs the first one by the wrist and begins dragging him up the entrance ramp and through the curtains.)

HS: "I'd say to...to call security, but..."

FJ: "Security got called out and then they got beat down. As of this moment, AWA Classic is without any kind of security whatsoever."

HS: "Where can The Behemoth of the AWA be headed to?"

FJ: "Hope he's not going after my extra-large, pepperoni pizza. Beating up security like that might have given him an appetite."

HS: "Frank, the only appetite The Hangman has is an appetite for destruction."

FJ: "Good album."

(The word security appears on screen. The camera pulls away to reveal the back of a black shirt worn by an impressively built individual who is attempting to calm Jai Williams. Barbie Girl begins to trill from Jai’s pocket interrupting his tirade at security’s lack of efficiency. There is a voice on the other side. It is hysterical, whimpering sometimes screaming. It is Malika.)

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

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

MALIKA: "Jai?"

UNKNOWN VOICE: "I know you are there Jai. I can hear your sweat running down your face. Malika is sweating too, she is so (sucks I a slow breath) you know; hot. Her skin is so very, tempting. Listen to her Jai (Malika’s scream is distant but still clear). I know what she is saying; her screams will change very soon. Why not join us Jai."

(Before he can answer Jai is cut off Jai’s face is unreadable.)

(We cut into the banquet hall at the exclusive Sydney Marriott Hotel. The room is decorated with lots of flowers Wrestlers and their families, as well as several former wrestlers invited as guests to our Hall Of Fame inductees, sit at small tables, glasses of champagne lightening the mood of the evening before Classic. The camera pans around the banquet hall and then halts as it focuses on the stage. The audience applauds as we hear a voiceover.)

VOICE: "Ladies and gentlemen, here to present the award for Comeback Of The Year, AWA awards veteran and Academy award winner Miss Whoopi Goldberg and Academy award winner Miss Jane Fonda."

(The room full of AWAers applauds politely as the two actresses walk onto the stage, although we can hear the first inevitable "Hanoi Jane" jokes.)

FONDA: "Thank you, thank you very much."

GOLDBERG: "Yeah, man, yeah!"

FONDA: "You can do one of two things - just shut up, which is something I don't find easy, or learn an awful lot very fast, which is what I tried to do."

GOLDBERG: "Yeah, man, yeah!"

FONDA: "I'm really appalled by plastic surgery in this country. We've got to make friends with those sags and wrinkles, as they represent our lifetime experience Today I'd be a dyed blonde, an numb and dumb pill-popping star, if I hadn't taken up a cause. I could very well be dead like Marilyn. Not through drugs but dead just the same."

GOLDBERG (somber): "Yeah, man, yeah."

FONDA: "It is extraordinary how the house and the simplest possessions of someone who has been left become so quickly sordid. Even the stain on the coffee cup seems not coffee but the physical manifestation of one's inner stain, the fatal blot that from the beginning had marked one for ultimate aloneness."

GOLDBERG: "Yeah, man, yeah!"

FONDA: "We cannot always control our thoughts, but we can control our words, and repetition impresses the subconscious, and we are then master of the situation."

GOLDBERG: "Right on, man, right on!"

FONDA: "If you're ever in a situation where you're not getting served or you can't get what you need, just cry."

GOLDBERG (sobbing): "Yeah, man, yeah!"

FONDA: "You can't talk about vaginas, and not talk about this remarkable ability that they have, to give birth. It is awesome. If penises could do, what vaginas could do, they'd be on postage stamps. There would be a 12-foot one en-bronzed at the rotunda in Washington. I mean, vaginas are just absolutely extraordinary. It's the most important part of our lives."

GOLDBERG (grabbing her crotch): "Yeah, man, yeah!"

FONDA: "If the career you have chosen has some unexpected inconvenience, console yourself by reflecting that no career is..."

(Suddenly, a graphic appears and we hear the voiceover again.)

VOICE: "Here are the nominees for Breakthrough Of The Year..."

The Fish

"The Man That May Just End Your Career" Lars Fredrickson

"Outrageous" Orlando Ortega

Jayson "Misery" Price

and "The Icon" John Williams.

(We cut back to Jane and Whoopi, with several AWA officials now standing behind them, observing every movement they make and every word they are about to say.)

FONDA: "And the winner is..."

GOLDBERG: "Yeah, man, who's the winner, man?"

FONDA: "LARS FREDRICKSON!"

(The audience applauds, but as the camera pans through the banquet hall, we quickly realize that Lars Fredrickson is not here, not having been seen since No More Drama. Suddenly, though, somebody is running onto the stage and tackles Jane Fonda to the ground. We quickly realize the person is El Hefe, or rather Miss Hefe, The Most Beautiful Mexican in Extra Chromosome Land, wearing a hideous pink dress. TWACK! Suddenly, Whoopi Goldberg is hit with a steel chair and we see Jimmie The Chair Swinging Retard is on the stage as well. Jimmie quickly grabs the award plaque from Whoopi's limb hands and he and Miss Hefe storm off the stage.)

(We fade back to the Marriott in Sydney and we see Nathan Hawthorne-Lee take the podium dressed in a nice suit. He's got an envelope and a plaque in his hand.)

NHL: "Since the first Awards Ceremony, we've always had a 'Rookie of the Year' or 'Newcomer' or 'Most Improved'. Since last year, they've all been merged into the 'Breakthrough of the Year' award. Last year, I was neck and neck with Andreas Lasiewicz for that award, and even though I, or rather, Henry, didn't win, I did my best to carry out those breakout skills that I showed last year."

NHL: "This year, we have five individuals that have, once again, epitomized what I tried to gain. Those nominees are...

"Chaos Stryke" Logan Alexander...

Terry "The Storm" James & "The Rated X Superstar" Xtreme Jeff, The Canucks...

Malika...

"The Big Apple Asskicker" A.C. Smith...

And "The Crestside Monster" Jai Williams.

And the winner is..."

(A drum roll begins as we see NHL open the envelope. He pulls out the card and he reads the name.)

NHL: "The current AWA United States Champion, "Chaos Stryke" Logan Alexander!"

(We see Logan hop out of his seat and he raises his arms into the air and begins to clap as he heads to the podium. NHL hands Logan the plaque and shakes his hand and stands to the back and to the left.)

LOGAN: "Wow, what can I say? This is an honor, let me tell you. The wrestling world is full of successful Canadian athletes and I'm just proud to say that I am now a part of that family now! This is for the ECW!"

(NHL and Logan walk off the stage as we head to the other awards.)

FJ: "What greatness right there. Lars Fredrickson and Logan Alexander for Comeback and Breakthrough respectively were great choices by our fans."

HS: "You said it."

FJ: "There’s something going on backstage!"

(Malika’s eyes are as wide as a rabbit in the headlights on an on coming truck. A hand gently strokes a rogue hair from her face. A scarred hand, the hand of Quade deSade: The Fiery Cross. He pulls her cell phone from his own pocket and flips open the dial pad. It rings and a voice from over the earpiece shouts.)

PHONE: "You bastard, you hurt one hair of her head and I'll ..."

(Quade shut the phone and ends the call. A cold crocodile smile spreads across his face as he takes the stray hair and yanks free of his captives scalp causing her to wince. Quade winds the hair around his middle finger. Quade and the cameras focus are drawn towards the staircase as footsteps can be heard rapidly ascending and a voice calling out "Malika!!!" All Malika can do is mumble a muffled reply from behind a strip of duct tape. Jai Williams steps up into the platform where the AWA logo is hanging and spots his Tag Team partner strapped cruciform to a scaffold rig set to be pushed out over the stage. Jai’s concern is overwhelming as he begins to untie Malika from her bond.)

(Then Barbie Girl trills from his pocket. Jai stops and despite Malika’s pleading muffles Jai answers looking around him.)

DESADE: "Do you not find Malika just a little bit appealing to you right Jai?"

DESADE: "There she is displayed in all her ... glory, begging Jai and she would be so yielding and sweet Jai and she would not fight you off. No she would welcome you with open arms."

(Jai's face twist in rage.)

JAI: "Quade you son of a bitch!"

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

(Pushing AoW member ahead of him Jai is then forced down the steps as Quade hammer blow after blow on him. Kick after kick, occasionally Williams’s trips taking four or five steps hard as bounces uncontrollable to a bone crunching halt as he tries to use his free hand to grab the rails or stop his fall. At the bottom of the steps Quade simply hauls his opponent up by his tied off arm, yanking the Arm Lock just for the Hell of it. Jai cries out at the pain.)

(Out in the open Quade is first to be seen as he leads Jai Williams by taunting him. Quade stick out his chin and goads Williams into taking a swing with his free hand only to have The Fiery cross step out of the way and push Jai into the follow through of his blow. Quade wraps an arm tight around Jai already constricted throat and executes a Reverse DDT into the steel grating of the platform. The Fiery Cross gets to his feet and stands over Jai Williams.)

(Quade raise his burned arm in mock salute of the AWA fans watching on the AWATron. Quade bends down and whispers something into Jai’s ear. Jai Williams screams as Quade leaves the unknown area and into the shadows.)

HS: "We need some help back there!"

FJ: "Get some trainers out there to see if they can even compete in their tag team match!"

HS: "Ladies and gentlemen, as we let the Art of War be tended to by the trainers, it’s time for our next match. We have already had one fast paced, action packed match up to start of Classic 2006 with the Preston Alway versus A.C. Smith match and now we’re moving on to our first singles match of the evening."

FJ: "This is a Judge Grudge match and they’re going to settle this in the greatest type of match… a hardcore match!"

HS: "Well that’s debatable…"

FJ: "It is not!!"

HS: "Whatever… While this is a hardcore match there is also a unique stipulation included here, the loser cannot be known by the name Judge anymore."

FJ: "Fighting over a name? Well at least there are no boring lawsuits in this one… even though they are both Judges."

HS: "What did I do to deserve being stuck with you?"

(The lights dim and a red shine goes throughout the arena as "Blow me Away" starts to play. Judge stands on top of the ramp way and looks at the crowd. He has his black shades on and walks down the ramp way at a slow pace. As he walks down the ramp, fire surrounds the ends of the ramp way. He reaches the ring and climbs up on the apron. He goes in through the second rope and into the center of the ring. He looks at the crowd behind his shades and takes them off. He walks over and drops them off and warms up as he awaits his opponent.)

HS: "Judge is the one who laid down the challenge for this match up. He must feel very confident that he can pick up the win here."

FJ: "Would you go around tagging stipulations onto match you couldn’t win Herb?"

HS: "Well… no."

(Judge paces around impatiently and watches the entryway. "Take A Stand" by Youth Of Today screams over the PA system as Mike Judge slowly makes his way down the ramp way with an evil smirk across his face. On his way down the isle he's seen talking smack to random fans. He slides onto the ring apron, rushes into the ropes, and then dangles on them for a bit, keeping an eye on Judge as he does so.)

HS: "Both of these men have had limited success here in the AWA thus far, but what better place is there for them to reverse their fortunes than on the biggest stage in the AWA then at Classic?"

FJ: "There is no bigger stage, Herb. If you don’t make your mark here, then you probably never will anywhere else."

(Mike climbs into the ring and walks towards Judge. The two men meet in the center of the ring and start jawing with one another right in each other’s face.)

HS: "Look at the intensity in the eyes of each of these men."

FJ: "I guarantee they’ll waste no time in beating the hell out of each other."

(Mike says something to Judge and then shoves him back. Judge comes right back and returns the favor. The two of them come together in the middle of the ring and start exchanging punches. They both seem evenly matched but Mike breaks the deadlock with a forearm smash making Judge reel back for a moment. Mike follows up with a second and third, then delivers a kick to the midsection, doubling Judge over. Mike then moves in and starts delivering elbows to the back of Judge’s head. Judge drops down onto one knee after taking several shots to the head from Mike. Mike moves around in front of Judge and delivers a quick snap suplex. Mike gets back up and poses to the crowd for a moment before dropping a knee to the face of Judge.)

HS: "It’s all Mike Judge in the early going. Simple but effective offence being utilized here."

FJ: "I know… I thought this match was supposed to be hardcore."

(Judge rolls away clutching his face after the knee drop. Mike follows after him and pulls him up to his feet. Mike whips Judge to the ropes, hits him with a kick to the gut and follows with a DDT. Mike makes the cover. 1… 2… Judge kicks out after a short two count. Mike gets back up and pulls Judge up as well. Mike kicks him in the midsection again. He runs to the ropes and comes back only for Judge to deliver a big boot. Mike drops to the mat and Judge drops back to one knee. Judge shook his head trying to clear out the cobwebs.)

HS: "Judge has managed to break the momentum of his opponent, but can he capitalize on it?"

(Judge is back to his feet first as Mike rolls over and stands up. Judge moves in behind him and drops Mike back to the mat with a back suplex. Judge drops down and starts to choke Mike on the mat. Mike starts kicking his feet wildly as the referee tries to get Judge to release the hold. Judge says something to the referee and then lets go of the choke. Mike rolls away coughing. Judge goes right after him, pulls Mike up, then lifts him off the mat and connects with a side slam going right into a cover. 1…2… Mike rolls a shoulder off the mat after a short two. Judge gets back to his feet and pulls Mike up before grabbing a side headlock and then hitting a bulldog.)

HS: "Now it looks like Judge has taken control of this match and he heads out of the ring."

FJ: "Yes, yes, yes!! There’s plenty of plunder to be acquired and used out there."

(Judge pulls up the ring apron and reaches underneath. He pulls out a garbage can and then another, both with their own lids, and tosses them into the ring. He slides back into the ring as Mike is just now climbing to his feet. Judge grabs one of the cans and rushes at Mike. Judge swings and misses as Mike drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring. Judge yells something at Mike who just smiles back and taps his head a couple of times. Judge rips off the garbage can’s lid and throws it at Mike, who neatly side steps it. He starts to laugh and turns back towards Judge only to be hit by the thrown garbage can that Judge had been holding moments before.)

HS: "A lack of focus there cost Mike Judge."

FJ: "Oh yeah! The can took a trip to Mike Judge!"

(Judge climbs out after Mike as Mike holds his face in pain. Judge grabs hold of Mike and whips him into the steps knocking the top half of the steps loose. Judge rushed in with a big boot. Mike dropped out of the way and Judge knocked the top half of the step into the guardrail, making several of the fans there scatter and duck for cover. Judge stumbled over the steps. He stood back up and shook his leg slightly. As he turned around, Mike drove him back into the ring post. Judge fell to the floor holding his back in pain and Mike fell back down, catching his breath.)

HS: "Things are really picking up out here."

FJ: "Yeah! Did you see that shot on the stairs? Judge almost took out a handful of spectators… no one would have topped that!"

HS: "I can’t believe you actually would want that to happen."

FJ: "It doesn’t matter to me who gets taken out… as long as it isn’t me."

(Judge and Mike are a little slow to get up. Mike reaches his feet first and sends Judge back down after hitting a knee to the head. With Judge down, Mike started to stomp away on him. Mike stepped away from Judge and walked back over to the garbage can that had been thrown at him earlier. He walked back over to Judge and stood poised to strike, as Judge rose to his feet. Mike drove the side of the garbage can into the back of Judge’s head then hit him across the back with it twice. He tossed the damaged garbage can aside and then pulled Judge up and rolled him back into the ring.)

HS: "That might be it. Mike Judge landed several solid shots to Judge and it looks like he’s going to try and finish this one off."

(Mike climbs back into the ring. He drags Judge to the middle of the ring and covers him. Mike holds up one hand and counts along with the ref. 1…2… Judge kicks out after a long two count.)

HS: "Nonchalant cover may have cost Mike the win there."

FJ: "Good… this hasn’t been much of a hardcore match just yet."

(Mike gets back up and grabs the other garbage can that Judge had thrown into the ring. He pulls the lid free from it and drops it to the mat. He then heads to the near corner and starts to wedge the garbage can between the top and middle ropes. He starts walking back over to Judge and pulls him up. He pushes Judge into the corner opposite the one with the garbage can and sets up for an Irish whip. Mike goes to whip Judge, but Judge grabs hold of the top rope and keeps himself in the corner. Mike tries a second time unsuccessfully. He then moves in to grab Mike and is hit with a kick to the groin. He folds right up and then falls to the mat as Judge slumps back in the corner.)

HS: "Judge managed to save himself from a lot of pain there and now Mike is crumpled in a heap on the mat."

(Judge gathered himself and reached down, pulling Mike back up. He pushed Mike back into the corner and began delivering several hard chops that echoed across the arena. He then tried to whip Mike into the far corner, but just like Judge had done before Mike held the top rope. Judge started to hit Mike with chops in the corner again, but Mike fired back with punches of his own between chops. Mike hit a stiff forearm shot and followed quickly with a kick to the midsection. He grabbed Judge in a side headlock and ran out of the corner looking for a bulldog. Judge slipped free and shoved Mike towards the far corner. Mike stopped himself just short of running into the garbage can, then turned and stepped out of the corner, being met with a super kick from Judge. Mike fell back into the corner. Judge headed for the far ropes and came back into the corner, hitting Mike solidly with a big boot, driving Mike’s head back against the garbage can.)

HS: "Oh my God, what a shot! Mike Judge must be out cold after that one!"

FJ: "Judge has taken the trash out with that shot. This one is over!"

(Mike collapses to the mat as the crushed garbage can falls to the floor. The referee runs over to check on him. Judge looks down at Mike and smiles. He heads to the ropes and climbs out of the ring. He goes back under the ring and pulls out a chair then follows that with a table.)

FJ: "And Judge isn’t ready to end this just yet! Here come a few more big guns!"

(Judge slides the chair and table into the ring before climbing back in. He looks over at Mike who is still down in the corner and then starts to set up the table. He puts the table on the far side of the ring from Mike and then heads over to Mike who’s just starting to show signs of life in the corner. Judge grabs hold of Mike and pulls him up. Some blood can be seen on the back of Mike’s head and on the mat where he had been lying. Judge pulls Mike along until they are standing by the chair that is still lying on the mat. Judge sets Mike up for a power bomb and grabs him around the waist.)

FJ: "If this one wasn’t over before it will be once Judge hits this one."

HS: "He can’t do this! Not onto the chair!"

FJ: "No! Go ahead and do it Judge! Do it! Do it!"

(Judge looks over towards Frank as if he had actually heard him and then started to lift Mike up. Out of desperation, Mike grabbed hold of one of Judge’s legs to halting Judge’s attempt to lift him up. Judge lowered Mike and then tried to lift him up again, but Mike held on again, kicking his feet in the air as he tried to hold on. Judge put Mike back down and then started to pound away on Mike’s back with hard punches and forearm shots, knocking Mike down to the mat. Judge returned the favor from earlier and began to stomp away on Mike as well. When he was satisfied with the job he had done Judge bent down and started to pull Mike back up. Mike had other plans. Already holding the chair he had been lying on, he brought it up and delivered a staggering low blow to Judge with the edge of it. There was a collective gasp from the crowd as Judge fell to the mat holding his injured nether region. Even Herb and Frank cringed in sympathy at the announce position.)

HS: "Now that was devastating!"

FJ: "Judge’s kids might skip a generation thanks to that one."

(Mike sat near the middle of the ring, gathering his senses while Judge slowly crawled towards the ropes. Mike climbed back to his feet bringing the chair with him. Judge grabbed to ropes and started to pull himself up. Mike caught Judge with a chair shot across the back. Judge dropped to the mat arching his back in pain. Mike dropped the chair and pulled Judge back up. He lifted him off the mat and delivered a back breaker then lifted Judge again and hit a side slam. He covered and hooked Judge’s leg. 1…2… and somehow Judge manages to kick out just before the three count.)

HS: "I don’t know how… but Judge managed to kick out and keep his hopes alive here."

FJ: "Damn… I guess his name really means a lot to him."

(Mike sat up and looked over at the referee arguing about the count. Judge crawled over to the ropes and pulled himself out of the ring. Mike argued about the count for a few moments more then threw his arms up in disgust and turned back to his opponent only to see that he wasn’t on the mat where he’d left him. Mike headed over to the ropes and saw the lower half of Judge’s body sticking out from under the ring apron. Mike shook his head slightly and climbed out of the ring. He grabbed Judge by both legs and dragged him out from under the ring. Suddenly Mike was sprayed in the face by a white cloud as Judge reappeared from under the ring with a fire extinguisher. Mike staggered away blinded as Judge got back to his feet. Mike took some wild swings unsure of where Judge was. Judge snuck up on Mike making sure to avoid his swings. Judge hit him in the midsection with the extinguisher. When Mike doubled over, Judge hit him across the back with the extinguisher, knocking him to the floor. Judge dropped the extinguisher and climbed back into the ring.)

FJ: "I am impressed. Judge has left Mike in a heap on the floor."

HS: "But by leaving him on the floor, he’s wasting this opportunity to end the match."

FJ: "Since this is hardcore… it could only get better by going on longer."

(Judge climbed back to his feet being admonished by the referee for a few moments. Judge waved him off and climbed to his feet. He spotted the chair from earlier sitting on the mat. He picked it up and opened it up before setting it down on the mat near the ropes where Mike was still lying on the floor. Judge adjusted the position of the chair and then took off towards the far side of the ring. Judge hit the ropes, came back across the ring, jumped onto the chair, then onto the top rope and then leapt off with a moonsault. Judge came crashing down onto Mike on the floor far below. Judge rolled off of Mike and they both writhed in pain on the floor as a ‘holy shit’ chant erupted from the crowd.)

HS: "That has to be it! One of these two must be dead after a move like that! Judge came down from at least ten feet in the air!"

FJ: "I think you’re right… but at least one of these two has to get back up to end the match…"

(There is a lengthy wait as both Mike and Judge are recovering slowly on the floor. Judge it the first one up to his feet and he helps Mike up before rolling him back into the ring. Judge climbed back into the ring after Mike. Judge pulled Mike out towards the middle of the ring and then headed to the near corner. He climbed to the top rope and then jumped off aiming an elbow drop at Mike’s prone form. Judge drove his elbow into the mat as Mike rolled aside avoiding the contact. Judge grabbed hold of his elbow as Mike started to rise to his feet. Judge was a bit slower to get up. Mike ran to the ropes and came back attempting a swinging neck breaker. Judge twisted through the move ending up behind Mike. Judge bent down and then quickly lifted Mike off the mat and across his shoulders into a torture rack.)

HS: "Mike Judge is caught up in the Judgement Slam! This one is over if Judge connects with it!"

(Judge began applying pressure as he held Mike in the torture rack. The referee checked on Mike to see if he wanted to submit. Judge continued to pull Mike down across his shoulders, as Mike struggled to slip free. Try as hard as he might Mike couldn’t break free and the ref checked on him again. After just over half a minute in the hold, Mike went limp. The referee took hold of Mike’s arm and lifted it. His arm dropped once and then twice. Before it dropped the third time, Mike gathered his senses and drove an elbow into Judge’s head, then a second, and then a third. Judge staggered slightly. He caught himself and swung Mike around to deliver the Judgement Slam. Mike slipped loose and landed behind Judge. He drove a knee into Judge’s back then locked in and delivered a reverse double arm DDT.)

HS: "Mike Judge has escaped the Judgement Slam and hit the sXe! Now can he make the cover?"

(Mike fell to the mat beside Judge holding his back in pain from being in the torture rack, as Judge rolled onto his stomach while holding the back of his head and kicking the mat. Mike turned towards Judge. He moved over to Judge and rolled him over onto his back then draped an arm across him to make the cover. 1…2…3!)

FJ: "It’s over!"

HS: "No! The ref said it was only two!"

FJ: "Are you kidding me?! What is it going to take to get one of these two down for three?"

(Mike looked up pleadingly at the referee and held up three fingers. The referee shook his head and held up two fingers. Mike hung his head and started climb back to his feet. Judge slowly crawled away from him to the ropes. Mike reached the chair and picked it up as Judge made it to the ropes and pulled himself up. Judge turned just as Mike got close enough to swing the chair at him. Judge dropped down and towards Mike. The chair hit the ropes and bounced back at Mike, as Judge slipped in behind him and rolled him up with a schoolboy pin. Judge grabbed a handful of tights as he made the cover. 1…2… the three count was broken up as Mike hit Judge with the chair and slipped free.)

HS: "Oh! Judge with another close fall using a handful of tights but he never saw that chair coming."

(Mike got back to his feet quickly and picked up the dazed Judge. He pulled him over to the table that had been neglected for such a large portion of the match and rolled him onto it. Mike then turned the table so it was closer to the near corner. Mike moved to the corner and climbed up onto the second, facing Judge, then changed his mind and went right to the top. He pointed at Judge and then jumped off hitting a top rope splash onto Judge, putting him through the table and ending up in a pinning position. The referee moves into position for the count. 1…2…3!)

HS: "That’s it! It’s over! Mike Judge has won!"

("Take A Stand" starts to play as Mike Judge rolls off of Judge and the referee raises Mike’s arm in victory.)

HS: "What a hardcore battle this turned out to be. The two Judge’s…"

FJ: "You mean the one Judge and the former Judge."

HS: "Whatever… these two men have put on quite a show here tonight and pulled out all the stops in their attempt to win."

FJ: "Now the ex-Judge has a decision to sit down and make."

(Mike climbs back to his feet and raises both arms into the air in celebration of his win. Judge, meanwhile has rolled onto all fours and is pounding the mat with both hands, now realizing that he has lost this match and his name.)

HS: "Judge is not taking this well."

FJ: "I bet he’s wishing that he didn’t add that stipulation now."

(Judge stood up and grabbed hold the chair still sitting in the ring. He turned and glared at Mike then let out a roar of anger and rushed towards him. Mike turned around and just avoided the chair as it was swung towards him. Judge took a second swing that Mike duck under. Judge turned back towards Mike and raises the chair a third time, only to have Mike dropkick it into his face. Judge stumbled backwards, dropping the chair before falling through the ropes. Judge falls to the floor off balance, turning his ankle at an odd angle as he landed with all his weight on it. He let out a short cry as he fell to the floor before his head slammed hard into the mat. Mike and the referee glanced down at Judge, and when he didn’t move for several seconds the referee motioned to the back, then climbed out to check on Judge.)

HS: "It looks like Judge…"

FJ: "Ex-Judge!"

HS: "Look… that doesn’t matter! He looks like he’s taken a pretty bad fall there. I think the referee has called for the EMT’s."

(A short time later the EMT’s came down to ringside with a stretcher and checked over Judge. They loaded him up onto the stretcher and strapped him in before taking him to the back.)

HS: "Well, it looks like their going to take care of him. Hopefully we can get an update on his condition."

FJ: "If he ends up being out of action for a while that’ll give him a chance to pick out a new name for himself."

HS: "Can’t you show any compassion?"

FJ: "Well… sure… I just don’t want to."

(Our camera cuts to the back where we see The Hangman at the production truck. Reaching down into the incapacitated security guard's shirt pocket, we see him pull out an ID card. Swiping it at the electronic keypad, the door opens and he enters inside, closing the door behind him.)

HS: "It would seem that The Hangman has commandeered the production truck."

FJ: "Whew...my pizza is safe!"

HS: "Frank, The Hangman is in the production truck. It's as if he's trying to take over the show and all you're concerned about is a pizza?"

FJ: "Not just any pizza, Herb. An extra large with pepperoni. Besides, if The Hangman is out there, then he's not where we're at. Think about it. I've got my health and a great pizza. Life is good."

HS: "President Gray is not going to be happy with these developments."

(We cut to the back and we see Shaku looking at two pieces of identical paper on the door. He reads aloud.)

SHAKU: "Hello opponents,

This is a letter from your "friends" from Menace 2 Society. We would just like to wish you luck for the upcoming Tag Team Match. However, this is not just a letter....there are some important legal documents attached behind this cover page.

Before we get to that though, let's go over a few things.

You won't be winning the Titles tonight.

You won't be winning them, ever.

Quite frankly, neither of you are even worthy contenders.

One team is obsessed with proving they are goth and the other team is obsessed with proving that they are superior because they are inter-gender.

But, one thing is perfectly clear.

Neither of you are superior and after tonight....things will never be the same again.

Attached to the back of this page are personal insurance forms. Please fill out the forms and mail them to your respected insurance companies. We wouldn't want you to suffer for the rest of your life.

Your "friends"....

...."The Standard of X-Cellence" Shaku Endbringer and "The Man Who Can" MISSLE."

(Shaku looks up from the paper.)

SHAKU: "Hey, Missle wrote these. What are they doing on our door?"

(Suddenly, a runner meets up with Shaku and fights to catch his breath as he pats the muscle chest of Shaku who doesn’t seem too happy with the informalities as he stares at the offending hand. It takes a moment but eventually the backstage hand realizes his sin and slowly removes the hand and Shaku makes to walk past him.)

SHAKU: "Wait!"

(Shaku’s eyes role up into his head and turns around almost sighing.)

SHAKU: "Okay just give the damn pen, lets make this quick huh?"

RUNNER: "Eh?"

SHAKU: "The damn pen?"

RUNNER: "For the damned autograph!"

(There is a look of confusion on the runner’s face.)

SHAKU: "I am one half of the goddamn AWA Tag Team Champions, Menace Two Society!"

(Again a look of confusion still hangs over the runners face.)

SHAKU: "I am Shaku Endbringer!"

RUNNER: "Look I’m sorry but I have an important message to deliver I ‘m sure you’re very good Mr. Endbanger."

(Shakus’s eyes flare open and the runner, runs. Then stops, and turns.)

RUNNER: "Did you say Menace Two Society?"

(Again the eyes role back into Shaku’s head and he turns to the little man intent in stopping the conversation. The little guy realizes the danger and takes a step back and begins stammering aloud.)

RUNNER: "Look, the message is for you. I was told to tell you that your buddy Missile is getting ambushed by Art of War. They got him near the stage entrance!"

(Shaku’s stops inches away then turns, running off at speed. Quade walks into shot with a cold crocodile smile on his face, turns to the runner who is standing there with an outstretched hand and Quade deposits a fold of Australian currency.)

FJ: "Herb, Missle’s in trouble!"

HS: "Something seems fishy about this."

(The camera cuts back to the production truck. From the outside, we hear the sounds of tormented women and even the screams of some men being drowned out only by the evil laughter emanating forth from the sinister lips of none other than The Hangman. As the cameras go inside, we see a darkened truck. The only light comes from a held candle. Zooming in towards the light, we see the enraptured gaze of The Behemoth of the AWA. He doesn't seem concerned by the lens in the least, speaking more to the flame than to us, yet it's very clear we're his true audience...)

HANGMAN: "Travis, I could pull the plug on your grandest stage, Classic, but the more I thought about it the more I realized it would be a wasted opportunity. You see, I would rather stick the knife into your chest and turn it than I would plunge it all the way through. What fun is it if you or this show would simply die? Oh, eventually this show will become as decrepit as its founder and the both of you will lie buried under the sole of my foot, but not tonight Travis. Not tonight....not tomorrow night, and not the next night either. I want you to suffer and writhe in the pain you miserable son of a bitch!"

(The Hangman's good eye dances with the flame, enraptured by the sinewy seductions of the inviting light as a half-hearted sneer rushes across his face before he speaks again....)

HANGMAN: "Ohhhhhhh, but tonight boyh, Classic is more than you and me Travis. It's bigger than us and I can accept it for what it's worth. You see, this is about The Blood Court. Triiiii....iiiii...alllllllll....sssssssss. That's right. I told you that the AWA would be put on trial. A greater law....a greater order must prevail because that is what a meaningful society mandates. The peers have been chosen. The courtroom has been set. The defendants are known as are the judges, the juries, and the executioners. In order for this greater good to be, orchestrated chaos must lead the way. Embrace the chaos and revel in the mayhem and know this Travis: You are guilty until proven otherwise in The Blood Court. For now, let's bear witness to a verdict that has been reached."

(We see Prince Rawstarr and Hollywood Rob pull up to the Telstra Stadium in a limo. It slowly comes to a stop and the driver exits the limo. We see the driver is a beautiful female in a chauffeur's uniform. Sunglasses cover her eyes and sandy brown hair flows out from under the hat. But something is strange, she doesn't go back to open the door for her passengers. To the contrary in dramatic fashion, she clicks the button on the control panel of the driver's door that restricts control of all doors and windows to the driver. The woman removes the hat and sunglasses tossing them aside revealing her identity.)

FJ: "MY GOD!! It is Nightmist and the SOC's former manager Nightmare!! Nightmare has returned to the AWA."

(She reaches into the limo and retrieves her leather riding crop and opens the sunroof a crack as a sewage truck pulls to a halt next to it. Nightmist and CON quickly exit the truck and remove the hose from the side of the truck. Nightmist shoves it through the crack in the limo and signals CON who releases the valve and raw sewage begins to flow into the limo. We cut to the camera installed inside the limo cabin to catch the action.)

HS: "Oh that is just disgusting! The NPD are being drowned in human waste!"

(We see Prince Rawstarr and Hollywood Rob being spattered with human fecal matter and trying to stop up the valve to no avail. The camera switches to the outside of the limo, where Nightmist stands on top of the limo steadying the hose and shouting down at Hollywood Rob.)

Nightmist: "Rob, you wanted to piss on me! You wanted to humiliate me? Well, that shit just doesn't fly. (He chuckles darkly) Open wide! I hope you choke."

(We watch as the cabin fills and they are now waist deep in waste trying to desperately get out of the cabin. Finally, Hollywood Rob is able to kick out the back window and the two men momentarily struggle to get out first. Hollywood Rob relents and Rawstarr is the first to try to crawl out. Nightmist turns the hose on him and he is coated with human waste. He rolls off of the trunk to the pavement gagging. Hollywood Rob emerges from the window and meets the same fate as he is coated with human waste. CON turns off the valve before entering into the truck cabin. Nightmist holds the door open for Nightmare who slides into the cab before he follows. The truck pulls off leaving Hollywood Rob and Prince Rawstarr literally fuming in anger and trying to wipe the mess off of their face.)

(Cutting back to the production truck, we see The Hangman bellowing out in laughter once again, this time his attention turned to the camera)

HANGMAN: "In the case of The Meaningful People vs. The NPD, The Blood Court finds the defendants.....GUILTY AS CHARGED!"

(Turning around to the people trapped in the production truck, The Hangman's demeanor has clearly taken a turn for the worse as he exclaims)

HANGMAN: "SILENCE IN THE BLOOD COURT!"

(Putting the candle down, he rises up from his seat and stalks towards several people as we hear them scream out in fear before cutting back to Herb and Frank As the camera pans the A.W.A. fans a voice makes an announcement "The following match is a Battle Royal under the Fast Lane ‘Love or Leave’ stipulations!!")

HS: "Battle Royal Frank!"

FJ: "You know there’s nothing scientific about this match Herb."

HS: "We got nine men in that ring right there and they are all looking stay in the A.W.A."

FJ: "It’s gonna be a real cluster fu.."

HS: "Yeah, somebody is gonna get fu…"

FJ: "Herb!"

HS: "In the ring…"

FJ: "Herb!!"

HS: "Down Under in Australia."

(The fans at ringside are going ballistic as 7, Ewan McAndrew, Onslaught, The Squasher, Corey Hazard, Fully Exposed, and Tirsodo, competitors waiting in the ring and then we hear the same familiar music cue up and the fans go wild. The big screens above the ramp show images of SLAM DADDY in action. They continue to play and SD still hasn't shown up on the ramp. The fans quiet down as they realize this. Finally, the music dies down and the name SLAM DADDY is still on the screens. Finally, we see the name morph in a really low-budget graphics way, into the name Brock. SLAM DADDY finally appears from behind the curtain with a mic in his hand. He's in his usual wrestling attire, however the name Brock is now printed down the legs. He is also wearing a USS MUSTIN (DDG 89) ball cap with a first class petty officer crow embroidered on the back. He motions for the fans to quiet down. When it’s quiet enough for him to speak, he begins.)

Brock: "I’d like to start off tonight, by thanking all of my fans for their continuing support. You guys are great."

(The fans cheer)

Brock: "Now, as you can tell, some things have changed. Since I first came on scene, here in the AWA a few months ago, I was still Inactive Reserve. Waiting to fulfill the last two years of an 8 year obligation to the United States Navy. I’ve been talking to Navy Personnel Command and Navy Recruiting Command, and I’ve been re-instated to Active Duty."

(A mixed reaction emits from the audience.)

Brock: "Now, for the next two years, I’m considered a First Class Petty Officer, Navy Recruiter. For all the salty fans out there, I’m NC1(SW). I got cleared for career recruiter force. Yay me. To be perfectly honest with all of you, though. I couldn’t feel more honored. I get to come out here every week and represent the United States Navy Combat Team on that canvas square down there, where my opponents await me. Now, before I go down there and we kick this shindig off, I want to make this pledge to you all. I will continuously perform with Honor, Courage, and Commitment. I will not give in, I will not back down, and most importantly, I will not fail to destroy every target put before me."

(Brock slides into the ring and then before anything happens the lights go out in the arena, leaving it in complete and utter darkness. After a few moments of silence and darkness, a bright shining light ruptures from the AWATron, causing many to squint and turn away upon its arrival. It fades away as a bell is heard twice and the hard chords of "For Whom The Bell Tolls" begin. The bell continues to ring through every sequence of chords as smoke pours out from above the stage and entrance ramp. We see two figures in white now. One is a giant shining white cross on the AWATron and the other is a slowly moving figure.)

FJ: "Here he comes! I’ve been wanting to see this guy in action ever since he started making appearances in the AWA."

HS: "Something tells me that the other members of the battle royal have not been anticipating this moment."

(The figure moves through the smoke at a steady pace, yet he only appears to be a man made of light as the smoke is dampening our vision of the entire area around him. As the chords change to a heavier tone, Gabriel steps through the smoke like a beacon of light to the arena, his white robes shining in the lack of light, just like the cross behind him. He holds a giant white bible at his side that glows as well as he stands before the ring for a few moments, looking to his right and slowly turning his head to his left. The chords become even heavier as Gabriel now heads up the ring steps and steps through the ropes into the ring. Everyone in the ring steps out to the apron as he reaches the center. A single white strobe light shines down from the heavens onto him as he slowly raises the bible high above his head with both hands. The lights in the arena come back on when the bible reaches the pinnacle of its ascent and Gabriel lowers it afterwards. He walks over to a corner and places his white robes and bible on the outside, then turns his attention to the ring. Everyone now steps back in through the ropes as Gabriel glares at all of them.)

HS: "This guy is absolutely massive!"

FJ: "He’s almost as big as Lord Williams!"

HS: "I don’t think he’s going to be put over the top rope easily tonight."

(The anonymous official finishes off announcing the stipulations for the match. And the bell is rung.)

(Immediately there seems to be a swell of movement towards the far left corner from the bottom of the ramp. A hail of raised forearms and fists fall down on the corner like.)

FJ: "Three letters Herb. W! T! F!"

HS: "Looks like somebody is popular in there. There must be over 2000 lbs in that corner. I don’t think the ring was made to take it. "

FJ: "It’s gonna capsize!!"

HS: "Ewan McAndrew is being hauled up above the mob in there. I don’t think he knows what is going! "

FJ: "He’s been beaten to bloody pulp by all of his opponents and now they’re about to ….. aoooow man over board!!"

HS: "First man out of the ring in this Fast Lane Battle Royal is the British born Ewan McAndrew!"

FJ: "Every man in there must have been in on this one even before the match?"

(Up on the monitors above the entrance a slow motion replay of McAndrews expulsion shows him being crowd surfed up from the corner, across the ring and over the top rope towards ramp clearing the edge of the apron by almost eight or nine feet as almost a half dozen sets of hands shunted him out in unison.)

(The peaceful co-existence suddenly ceases as Gabriel breaks from the scrum by Irish Whipping Tirsodo from the pack then suddenly turning on the mob. Driving a Knee Slam into the side of the almost equally massive Hollywood Rob he is quickly brought down with a Low Blow.)

FJ: "Corey Hazard spotting an opportunity there as two of the biggest new talents hit the mat in there!"

HS: "You’ve just wonder where the A.W.A. finds these giants Frank, there’s barely a man in there below six feet."

FJ: "It’s like watching one of those Japanese monster movies you were hooked on last week Herb."

HS: "They weren’t monster movies Frank, and it wasn’t me stuck in his room calling room service for more Kleenex tissue paper."

FJ: "Well … Can I help it if I’m an admirer of classic romance movies??"

HS: "Ah-huh."

HS: "It looks like Corey has been denied his victim as Tirsodo uses the ropes for momentum for a Flying Head But taking both himself and Hazard to the mat!"

(Meanwhile Onslaught and The Squasher have peeled off from this wild melee trading sets of Stiff Strikes for basic Punches. Fully Exposed and Brock seem to have joined forces as the pick Hollywood Rob out of the mess of bodies and send him to a free post with a Double Irish Whip. On the mat Tirsodo, Gabriel and Corey hazard are wildly hammering each other with nobody able to gain the precious vertical base that will give them the advantage: Still feeling the effects of Tirsodo’s ‘personal touch’ Hazard seems to be the whipping boy as first Tirsodo Head Butts him then knock him reeling with a series of Punches to the Face of Corey Hazard; Gabriel intervenes by Raking Tirsodo’s Eyes and locking in a Side Headlock. A dazed Hazard tries to shake off the damage and hook the back of Gabriel’s head and drawing him down into a Jaw Breaker.)

(Tirsodo is release and he rolls free as Hazard starts pummeling on Gabriel with random closed fist across the back of his shoulders.)

(In the corner Hollywood Rob fights off Fully Exposed with an Elbow to his face. Brock tries to Slam Rob in the corner but his approach is scouted by Hollywood and gives Brock a Head Ache by picking Brock up into a Backbreaker on the turnbuckle. From behind Fully Exposed hooks around Hollywood Robs waist and pulls him away from the corner barley ducking a wild elbow from Rob. One Release German Suplex later Hollywood Rob sprawled across the mat.)

HS: "Hollywood Rob denied the honor of ‘outing’ Brock there by Fully Exposed."

FJ: "But I don’t thing Brock is in a good state. Did you see the way Hollywood drove the bottom of Brocks spine down onto that post?"

HS: "We still got plenty going on in there: Squasher and Onslaught do not seem to be relenting from each other. These two could probably stand up there all night trading blows with each other."

FJ: "Squasher is just too damn dumb to know he is being hurt!"

HS: "Squasher may be built like Ayres Rock but Onslaught towers over him and that gives him the advantage of reach. Onslaught is landing more blows than Squasher but he just cannot6 drop him that way!"

FJ: "It’s ironic but you have to fight smart to beat somebody as big and dumb as Squasher."

HS: "Looks like your words of wisdom were heard Frank; Onslaught switches tactics there and allowed Squasher a free shot which drew him in!"

(Onslaught grabs the arm and twist Squasher around into a Half Nelson and tries to lift him into a Back Breaker but Squasher greater weight and instinct deny Onslaught but even then Squasher just cannot release himself.)

(Tirsodo takes a quick look around: Hollywood Rob has battled back to his vertical base nailing Exposed with a sharp Diving Reverse Back Elbow. Squasher is still trying to wrestle free of Onslaughts Half Nelson hold as the two fall back dangerously on the ropes and dangle over the edge. Gabriel wails upon Corey Hazard with a series of Closed Fist Punches before sending him to the ropes intent on a Hard Clothesline. But Corey ducks and about turns before hitting the ropes to catch Gabriel by surprise as he turns to try and follow Hazard but is nearly gutted by Super Kick.)

HS: "I think number two is about to be taken out of this Fast Lane Battle Royal!"

FJ: "Tirsodo playing it smart in there. Brock was out of this even before Hollywood was thrown clear but there’s Tirsodo. All he has to do is get under Brock…"

HS: "And that all she wrote for the wrestler formerly known as Slam Daddy!!"

(Tirsodo backs under Brocks deadweight and using his shoulder snap lifts Brocks from up off the post and over on to the steel steps. The sound of Brocks incapacitated body sounds like a bell tolling causing Hollywood Rob and Fully Exposed who suddenly cease their vigorous trade in blows to lock eyes with Tirsodo who stand for a second. Then another. Tirsodo looks across the ring and shouts pointing his finger at the battle of the giants: Squasher and Onslaught. With both Fully Exposed and Hollywood Rob distracted Tirsodo charges into Corey Hazard with a Shoulder Block almost sending him over the top but a foot caught behind the bottom rope provides Corey with security and the momentum from the ropes to lunge back into Tirsodo and shoving him away giving him space as Gabriel regains his feet. The three face off again as over by the ropes Hollywood and Exposed charge the giants.)

FJ: "Looks like Rob and Fully Exposed have just set aside their differences Herb."

HS: "You have to think tactically in this situation. You have to ask yourself: do I want to be the last man in that ring with a seven foot, nearly 300 pound force of nature or would I rather face off against a six-ten mountain of muscle with no brain!?"

FJ: "Hell that has to be the literal definition of the rock and the hard place."

HS: "And neither Hollywood Rob or Fully Exposed wants to be there as they try the Double Clothes line on what must be almost seven hundred pounds of defiant muscle and attitude!"

(Hollywood and Exposed hit the feuding Onslaught and Squasher at a sprint nailing them squarely only to part the pair who are still precariously balanced over the apron. Onslaught tries to shift weight and have the ropes recoil him back in towards the new threat but Squasher screams his rage and grabs Onslaught around the throat with Choke. Onslaught fights back and the two behemoths roll along the ropes as slam a set of Stiff Strikes into Squasher’s 337 lb frame.)

(Rob and Fully Exposed trade looks realizing that these two barely noticed them. Shifting in a little more cautiously both Rob and Exposed grab Onslaught by a shin each and lift in unison. Onslaught cries out as he realizes his fate. As he begins to tilt Squasher releases and grabs Hollywood Rob in Choke Hold and lifts him intent on slamming him. Instead he is bodily lifted from his feet by Squasher and dumped over the top rope just as Onslaught is caught in the momentum of his own weight being tipped by Fully Exposed.)

FJ: "Was that the rock or the hard place that just left the ring!"

HS: "I don’t think FX really cares right now as he squares up against Squasher."

FJ: "And with his fair weather ally also ‘outed’ this has to look like the promise of the beating of his life."

HS: "If he survives."

(Hitting Squasher with a Super kick FX buys enough time to back out and into the ropes. Rebounding back towards Squasher he takes the giant down to one knee with a Baseball Slide into the side of his ankle. Angered by the attack Squasher swings out with a wild backhand that hit only air as FX rolls clear in towards the center of the ring.)

(Tirsodo is joined in his efforts to put Corey Hazard over the top rope by Gabriel. Moving back to get a run at Hazard, Gabriel uses this opportunity to wrench Tirsodo away from the ropes via a Samoan Drop. Freeing himself of the ropes Hazard leaps from them in a Springboard Shooting Star Press catching them both Gabriel and Tirsodo struggle to rise.)

(A Spinning Wheel Kick from FX strikes the back of Squasher’s head and but still the monster will not go down. The face of Fully Exposed is a mask of anxiety as he judges his next move. Squasher begins to haul his massive frame back to the vertical base, there is panic in FX’s face and desperation takes its toll. Stepping around to Squasher’s blind spot FX drops down to knee and rams a Low Blow into Squasher from behind.)

FJ: "It’s funny."

HS: "(silence)"

FJ: "Herb did you hear me. I said it is fu…"

HS: "I think I just watched Fully Exposed commit suicide. If Squasher gets up…"

FJ: "I don’t think Squasher will be getting anything up anytime soon after that Herb but I hear buddy. FX just turned a Low Blow into a high-risk move."

(Gabriel is the first to pull himself free of the mess and pull himself up at the ropes. Tirsodo and Corey separate, Gabriel grabs Corey who cracks a Chop to the chest of Gabriel out of instinct alone. Corey strikes a second and is yanked out of the way by Tirsodo who locks in a Bear hug. The face of Corey Hazard begins turning a bright red as Tirsodo shakes him sharply from left to right trying to agitate his spine. Gabriel quickly climbs the nearest turnbuckle, jumps to the top rope where he takes a Leap of Faith; with his arms extended out from his side the hang time against the lights above the ring casts the shadow of a cross over both Tirsodo and Hazard just before Gabriel impacts on them both.)

Leaving Squasher to his own devices Fully Exposed moves away quickly towards the mess of bodies that is Hazard, Gabriel and Tirsordo and ascends the very same turnbuckle just used by Gabriel just moments. From the top FX surveys the scene: Squasher stirring but cradling the source of his discomfort6. Tirsodo dazed and Hazard coughing up phlegm in a desperate attempt to draw a clean breath. Gabriel rolling free as he nurses his ribs only to spot the mounted FX to late. Launching himself up and high FX twist his body in a full 360-degree somersault and keeps going beyond that. The sight stops Gabriel in his tracks. His mouth drops open as another quarter turn later he is struck by the re0entry of FX to the ring and the pair collapse into the barely conscious Tirsodo and Hazard courtesy of Fully Exposed 450 Splash.)

FJ: "He couldn’t hope to force Squasher over the top rope but taking down Gabriel and then Corey Hazard and Tirsodo in one hellacious move like that some how seemed to be a better idea."

HS: "He may just have offered up the match to Squasher here Frank. It looks like he has gotten over the pain of that Low Blow already."

(Picking up Gabriel, Squasher decks him again with a strong Closed Fisted Punch, then moves on to Tirsodo who is barely aware of his surroundings and who is then summarily Choke Slammed to one side. Corey Hazard becomes aware of the danger a second to late as Squasher pulls him away from Fully Exposed; Hazard tries an Elbow to the face of Squasher and is thrown to the ropes and Clotheslined on his return. This leaves only FX who scrambles away towards the bottom rope ahead of the advancing Squasher.)

(From out of nowhere Tirsodo charges into Squasher with a Spear knocking the six-ten man from his feet, but not cleanly. Hitting him from the side Squasher is able to turn with the impact as they fall and works himself on top of Tirsodo. Once there Squasher unloads a hail of blows to the head of Tirsodo.)

(Picking himself clear of the ropes FX goes after Corey Hazard. Fully Exposed catches Corey as he tries to pick himself up and lays Stomp after Stomp on Hazard. Corey lunges up between strikes to Poke FX in the eye with a thumb. Free of FX’s boot Corey strikes a Chop to Exposed’s chest. He nails another then another. Forcing FX into a corner Corey keeps up the barrage switching from one hand to the other soon causing FX’s chest to redden with welts from the impact.)

(Gabriel moves up behind the busy Squasher and with both hands he reaches around from either side of Squasher face and Rakes both eyes with his clawed fingers. And just like that Tirsodo is reprieved from the beating. Gabriel leads Squasher away from Tirsodo by Gabriel and sent to the ropes only a few feet away from where FX is being served a steaming helping of chops by Corey Hazard, which draws the inevitable ‘Wooooos’ from the fans. Waiting for Squasher’s return Gabriel connects with a Big Boot only to have Squasher still standing. Gabriel then hits the ropes facing Squasher and collides with him with a Shoulder Block sending Squasher back to the ropes where he tries to shove him over the top rope.)

(Tirsodo somehow crawls into a corner where he sits himself up only to collapse onto a middle rope still stunned by the pounding he suffered from Squasher.)

(Corey Hazard send FX across the ring to the other post via an Irish Whip where the impact bring FX to his knees trying to nurse his struck spine. Charging at FX, Corey leaps to try and impact the barely rising FX in Cross body only to have FX drop to the mat and Hazard to land in the corner hard. Fully Exposed gets to his feet. Reeling from the posting FX spots that both Hazard and Tirsodo are vulnerable in the respective corner. A smirks plays over FX’s face and he moves in on Tirsodo.)

HS: "Fully Exposed must be thinking he finally lucked with Squasher and Gabriel battling out and being left with his choice of opponent, both worse for wear right now."

FJ: "The way Gabriel is muscling Squasher around there FX may (worst Aussie accent ever) escaping the frying pan only to fall into the barby, mate."

(Tirsodo shakes off FX only to have sting his face with a Slap. Lifting Tirsodo to his feet FX keeps him there cracks a Chop off his torso and when Tirsodo tries to defend FX bats his hands aside and delivers another Slap. Suddenly Tirsodo turns on FX and scoops him into the corner where he rains blow after blow on FX. Mounting the bottom rope Tirsodo gains a little height on his tormentor and proceeds with a 10-count of punches with FX trapped in the corner. Tirsodo slows the beating down allowing the fans to count along adding to FX’s humiliation.)

(Squasher shoves Gabriel clear and charges him with a Clothesline that Gabriel ducks under. Turn to catch Squasher from the back, Gabriel brings him down to the mat with a Russian Leg Sweep.)

(From his corner Corey Hazard has managed to untangle himself from the miss-timed Cross body and decides to step back and let the two pairs get to it.)

FJ: "A smart decision from Corey Hazard there."

HS: "He has had a mixed showing here so far Frank."

FJ: "At least he didn’t get the unanimous vote as the weakest link like Ewan McAndrew."

HS: "That had to be a blow to his self-esteem."

(Tirsodo get his ten-count and cheers of approval from the fans. Guiding Fully Exposed from the corner Tirsodo brings FX down in a DDT; coming up quickly Tirsodo drops a trio of Stomps on the dazed FX before running to the ropes, hitting the bottom one to come back Exposed in a Moon Sault.)

HS: "Tirsodo has suddenly exploded all over Fully Exposed here."

FJ: "I just hope he can handle the mess after this Herb, things could get sticky with either Gabriel or Squasher left."

HS: "And don’t forget that Corey Hazard is just standing by to exploit either situation."

(Gabriel has brought Squasher back up from the mat before sending him to the post. Squasher seems unaffected by the impact as Gabriel strikes a Kick to his Gut before moving in closer to execute a set of Hard Closed Fist Punches on Squasher to the appreciation of the crowd.)

(Tirsodo move off of FX as Corey Hazard finally makes a move. He nails Tirsodo with a Drop Kick and is propelled against the ropes and back in to the ring as Hazard recovers his stance where Tirsodo is brought down in a Snap Suplex.)

(Squasher shoves Gabriel several feet back into the ring and seems to change his mind through a short Clothesline throwing Gabriel a for loop and hitting home with a Boot to Gabriel’s gut instead. Squasher takes his time as he hoists Gabriel from the mat and adjusts his weight before powering him down to canvas in a Power bomb.)

HS: "Gabriel had a shot at taking Squasher out of this, but it looks like he’s about to get Squashed."

HS: "I still can’t believe FX got away with Low Blowing Squasher."

FJ: "Well, even if it didn’t bring a smile to Squasher’s face it sure brought one to mine."

(Tirsodo is brought by FX and is struck by a solid Fore Arm Smash. FX maintains his grip on Tirsodo and delivers a Slap to Tirsodo’s face.)

(Squasher turns away from Gabriel and moves in the only other fight going on right now. Another Slap to Tirsodo’s face brings him around to the danger and he shoves FX back, into the advancing Squasher.)

(Fully Exposed is suddenly whirled by the powerful grip of Squasher and sent to the ropes where he tumbles over the top.0

(Tirsodo backs off grinning sheepishly at Squasher as the six-ten three hundred pounder swings blows at him.)

(Gabriel gets back to his feet as Corey Hazard tries to capitalize on FX’s misfortune and moves in on him.)

(Squasher aims a Clothesline for Tirsodo but is dodged by the nimbler man.)

(By the ropes FX ducks a Super Kick; pulling the top rope down with him suing the spring to launch himself up and over the top rope into Corey Hazard with a Cross body.)

(Gabriel moves in and grabs Squasher's hands, then crossing those arms over his shoulders Gabriel drops down to the mat, driving Squasher head first into the mat in this Cross-Arm Reverse Mat Slam. Suddenly a dry from above alerts Gabriel as Tirsodo taunts Squasher to get up, and he does. Gabriel rolls clear as Squasher rises and as he is just barely off his feet Tirsodo slams into Squasher with a Missile Drop Kick which propels Squasher back into the center of the ring where Gabriel Irish Whip him to the ropes and he follows after.)

(Gabriel slams into Squasher with the full force of his own three hundred plus pounds and a Hard Clothes Line that almost decapitates Squasher who is forced up and back over the top rope and collapses to the match outside the ring.)

HS: "Squasher’s gone! Eliminated from this Love It or Leave rules Battle Royal!"

FJ: "And I think Gabriel going to join him!"

(Tirsodo slams into Gabriel with a Running Shoulder Block directly into the base of his back that send Gabriel half over the rope trying to grab at Tirsodo and pull himself back in. Tirsodo backs off and lets Gabriel flounder a little before moving in again. Tirsodo starts landing Kicks to Gabriel’s Gut and he finally forced off the ropes but lands on the apron with barely a few inches between his straying right foot and the mats while his left hand grasps the middle rope all the while Tirsodo Stomps on Gabriel’s torso time and again..)

(Fully Exposed has Corey by the hair and then up against the ropes taking a staggered set of Elbows, Straight Punches and Chops in rapid succession before being whipped across the ring.)

(Gabriel somehow shoves his way under the bottom rope. Tirsodo backs off allowing Gabriel to stand but only just in time to have Corey Hazard thrown at him and slammed right back over the top rope where he scrambles frantically to keep a hold of the ropes and suspend himself above the mats. Tirsodo moves in on Corey connecting with a powerful Punch to Hazards chest.)

(A Gabriel pulls himself up onto the apron and under the bottom rope Fully Exposed joins the fray; snatching up Tirsodo’s arm in a Wristlock he jerks it to agitate the muscles of that limb while he maneuvers around to his side and executes a Russian Leg Sweep. Hazard grabs the hair of FX and rams a Knee into his face before bringing him upright and down again with a Diving Reverse DDT.)

(Gabriel barely dodges the impact of the DDT s he brings himself to his knees jus as Tirsodo is also getting up right; leaving FX on the mat Corey Hazard gets to his feet intent on Tirsodo has potted.)

(Tirsodo rises first and launches a well judged Spinning Wheel Kick; Corey Hazard has learned is lesson in this class of hard knocks and realizes he is in danger and instinctively drops to the canvas; Gabriel is denied a grapple on Hazard as result but the cold comfort is Tirsodo’s Kick smashing him squarely in the side of the head which spins him violently into the ropes where he is again left sprawled across the top rope.)

HS: "Gabriel’s ring awareness not up to par with Corey Hazards and he suffered for it."

FJ:" If Corey can just keep his head he may just survive the whole battle royal her Herb."

HS: "I am not ready to put my money on any of these four right now. Gabriel’s still in the ring and Fully Exposed is about to get back into this fight."

(FX pounces on Tirsodo with a heavy Forearm Smash.(

(Corey Hazard joins in by sending a pair of Chops to Tirsodo’s chest forcing him back into a corner where FX rams an Elbow into Tirsodo’s face. Hazard pulls Exposed out of the way to get access to their victim and connects with a Straight Punch then another then another; FX feels denied and interrupts haymaking and the two start trading angry words while Tirsodo staggers a couple of steps before collapsing in the corner.)

(A sturdy shove from FX has Corey riled up and answering in kind with a Leg Sweep that drop FX; as he gets up under a hail of blows from Corey Hazard he is hauled free by Gabriel who Choke Slams him into the mat with authority before snap an angry glare upon Corey Hazard.)

(Not willing to wait for Gabriel, Corey connects a Drop Kick to Gabriel; rolling with the fall Corey is up before Gabriel is up to an knee; he charges the taller man catching him as he rising and bring down in a Diving Reverse DDT.)

(Tirsodo shakes his head clear of the haze to see Corey’s desperate move on Gabriel and FX sizing up both men from the rear; snatching FX up from behind Tirsodo drops him into a Spine Breaker. Pulling FX back into the corner Tirsodo starts forcing Fully Exposed up on top of the turnbuckle with encouragement from a few Closed Fisted blows off the side of his head.)

(In the center of the ring Corey seems almost as bad off as Gabriel but he is still quicker to recover than the bigger man and so shuffles in on his knees take a handful of Gabriel’s hair allowing him an easier target to land punch after punch into Gabriel’s face. Eventually something burst and blood pours from Gabriel’s nose and the larger man seems to reel on his own knees. An invitation that Hazard cannot ignore: shoving Gabriel on to his back Corey takes his opponents legs and starts locking them into a figure four. He twists within the form and locks in the hold causing Gabriel to suddenly explodes in sound as his body shudders from the suddenly applied submission move.)

HS:" I am not sure of Hazards thing here. He won’t win this one by getting Gabriel to tap out."

FJ: "Then again Gabriel is one of those giant and if he takes away the kegs, he takes away the height and the mobility that makes him a threat."

HS: "Damn, who wrote that for you?"

FJ: "(grins)"

(Meanwhile up on the turnbuckle FX seems to be aware of his surroundings and is concerned as he rams his elbow in to the gut of Tirsodo making him slip from hi perch who stops his fall by grabbing two handfuls of Fully Exposed’s hair and hauling himself back face to face despite the blows from FX’s fist to make him let go; a stern Head butt to the face settles the matter before Tirsodo finally carries out his intention: Superplex.)

(Gabriel’s pains suddenly ceases as Corey tries to release him. Seeing the intense concern on his opponents face you might think Gabriel was expecting interference. Instead he sees the true danger and rolls. Too late.)

(From the corner Tirsodo shoves off from the post with might and brings FX down in a long arc that terminates by impacting to spot where Gabriel was caught in Corey Hazards Figure-Four submission hold.)

FJ: "Tirsodo trying to kill all his birds with one stone I think."

HS:" And himself along with them."

(Somehow Gabriel is thrown free as his legs are smashed from the impact. Rolling clear he rolls up in a fetal position obviously in agony; Corey Hazard threw himself clear, landing awkwardly on his side; Tirsodo and FX do not seem to be moving as the remaining two gather their wits.)

HS: "It’s a war zone in there. We’ve got bodies falling, flying and crashing everywhere Frank."

FJ:" And all for the chance at the No Limits title Herb!"

HS: "I never thought that title was worth the pain."

FJ: "No Limits is all about pain Herb. Look at the people who have held before, that is the standard these four men have to reach here tonight just to get a chance at that title shot!!"

(Corey Hazard stands, cradling the damage arm in the crook of the other he hits the ropes next to Gabriel and launches himself up to wrap his leg around Gabriel’s head. The improvised Hurricanrana is cut short as Gabriel grabs the ropes jerk them both to stop; Gabriel grabs Corey’s legs not allowing him to disengage. Lifting Corey’s light two hundred pound frame into a Military Press Gabriel steadily makes his way to the side of the ring.)

(Tirsodo suddenly stirs like a man shocked back to life in an E.R. Fully Exposed still seems to be out from the impact of Tirsodo’s Superplex. Picking himself up Tirsodo starts to slap FX’s face to try and wake him up.)

(Over the other side of the ring Gabriel simply drops Hazard over the other side of the ropes and turns away dismissively but stops and turns to see Corey hanging by both hands on tine top and middle ropes swinging his feet up on to the apron. Gabriel moves in and tries to reach over the rope to grab Corey hazard only to be denied by the shorter mans speed in slipping under the bottom rope and past Gabriel.)

(Having slapped FX in to some semblance of consciousness Tirsodo begins to get FX to his feet and over toward the ropes where he starts shunting Fully Exposed over the ropes one limb at a time.)

(Gabriel drops an knee on the scurrying Hazard, pinning him like a fly against he canvas and lock a Choke on the smaller mans throat bringing him to his feet. Twisting his arm away from him Gabriel throws Hazard into the corner and charges intent on a Turnbuckle Smash.)

(With both of FX’s arms over the top rope Tirsodo is working on the right leg when Exposed suddenly starts fighting for freedom like fish on the end of line. Frustrated by this Tirsodo pulls him off the ropes and sends him across the ring with an Irish Whip.)

(Just as Gabriel hits the post where he put Hazard, Corey duck under nailing a Super Kick into Gabriel’s back. Grabbing the ropes to either side of the post Corey keeps on driving his knee into Gabriel’s spine time after time until he eventually thrown free by Gabriel.)

(Just as Gabriel and Hazard are about to lock up an Irish Whip from Tirsodo sends FX hurtling across the ring into Corey Hazard how is knocked into the ropes. Gabriel picks up Hazard first an lifts him in Choke Hold just as FX gets to his feet. The sight of the 6’ 10 Gabriel holding the 5’ 11 Cory Hazard more than two feet off the mat stops Fully Exposed in his tracks; Gabriel pushes Corey back up into a Military Press and throws.)

(From across the ring Tirsodo charges in with a Running Shoulder Block slamming into Fully Exposed and knocking over the top rope.)

FJ: "We are down to the last two."

HS: "Tirsodo and Gabriel. The stakes are a title shot for the No Limits belt."

FJ: "The stakes are higher than that Herb. Both these men have battles their way through seven others and the still have to settle this between them The winner may not be such a winner if he is taken out of here so beta up that a No Limits might just end their career as sure as having been ejected without throwing anyone else over the top rope first!!"

(Gabriel sets his eyes on Tirsodo, who has now turned to see the menacing form of Gabriel not more than a few feet in front of him. The two stare at one another, both being fairly large in size. It was almost like two titans were about to clash. Yet, one titan was larger than the other.)

HS: "As big as Tirsodo is, Gabriel is just bigger! He has 4 feet and 53 pounds on him!"

FJ: "And Tirsodo is a 6'4", 265 pound man!"

(The two meet with a clash, locking at the collar and elbow. Gabriel uses his size to shove the massive Tirsodo into the corner and continues to push him straight into the turnbuckle. There are no breaks in this match, so Gabriel simply continues to press the back of Tirsodo uncomfortably into corner. Tirsodo flails for a few moments before finally mustering enough strength to turn the tables. Gabriel is no being forced into the corner, but he quickly uses Tirsodo's own force to trap him in a bear hug!)

HS: "Even on a big man like Tirsodo, Gabriel's bear hug is a devastating maneuver! He is really injuring the back of Tirsodo and if Tirsodo doesn't find a way out of this predicament soon, he may be in deep trouble!"

(Tirsodo squirms in the hold, trying to find a way to break free. Gabriel has his arms locked tight. An idea comes to Tirsodo after a few more moments of agonizing pain and he starts head butting Gabriel viciously! Gabriel takes five before he releases the hold, in the form of a devastating spine buster!)

HS: "My God!"

FJ: "Don't say that Herb…Gabriel might take offence to it and I don't want him over here."

HS: "Tirsodo injured himself in order to avoid the bear hug, but it was all for nothing!"

(Gabriel helps Tirsodo to his feet. Tirsodo is favoring his back heavily. Gabriel shows his immense strength as he presses Tirsodo up into the air and slams him back down to the ground with a military press slam! Gabriel helps Tirsodo up once more and locks in a full nelson! Tirsodo is once again flailing to try and escape the hold, but does not get anywhere for a while as Gabriel has it locked in.)

HS: "Gabriel knows he can't win by submission. Why does he keep going to them?"

FJ: "Don't you see? Gabriel's just inflicting pain to Tirsodo like he said he would. Isn't it great?"

HS: "It sure isn't for Tirsodo right now."

(Tirsodo continues to try and escape the hold, but then suddenly stops and drops straight down. Gabriel is taken down as well and, as a result, is hit with a jawbreaker that causes him to stumble back. Tirsodo gets up to his feet, holding his neck, as Gabriel rushes in with a devastating clothesline! The clothesline misses as Tirsodo ducks and hits a drop toehold of Gabriel, causing Gabriel to stumble and get his neck caught of the top rope! Gabriel stumbles back afterwards, coughing slightly, as Tirsodo comes up again. Tirsodo locks in a full nelson of his own and with all his might he takes Gabriel up and over in a full nelson suplex! Gabriel's head smashes against the canvas and he ends up rolling to his knees while holding his head. Tirsodo is downed, exhausted after exerting so much energy just to lift the massive Gabriel.)

HS: "Well that has to be one of the biggest duplexes I've ever seen!"

FJ: "Did you see how Gabriel landed on his head!? That was sick!"

HS: "I can't believe it!"

(What Herb can't believe is that Gabriel is actually getting back to his feet at the same time as Tirsodo. Tirsodo turns and sees this, a look of shock on his face. Gabriel just chuckles maniacally and rushes forward. Tirsodo looks for a clothesline, but Gabriel ducks and lifts Tirsodo up in a cross-like position on his back. Tirsodo kicks violently at the air as Gabriel launches Tirsodo up to a power bomb position and gives him a devastating last ride power bomb!)

HS: "Fall of the Forsaken! This one is over!"

(Gabriel looks down at the almost limp body of Tirsodo and shakes his head. He helps him up to his feet and kicks him in the gut, doubling him over. However, instead of throwing him out and over the ropes, he lifts him up onto his shoulders into a torture rack! Tirsodo's face lights up with pain as he is brought savagely back to life from his limp state!)

HS: "Oh, c'mon! Just end the match!"

FJ: "He's giving him a Test of Faith, Herb! He's helping Tirsodo!"

HS: "Bull! He's just making him suffer!"

(Gabriel applies the hold for at least twenty seconds before he suddenly tosses Tirsodo up off his shoulders, driving him down to the canvas in a sit-down pile driver!)

HS & FJ: "Sinful Fate!

FJ: "Tirsodo is OUT!"

HS: "That move was absolutely sickening! Of course he's out."

(Gabriel slaps the face of Tirsodo like a kid poking a tramp with stick and smiles when he gets no reaction but he does a few more time just for kicks before hoisting Tirsodo’s deadweight over his shoulder and over to the ropes.)

(Looking up into the crowd surrounding the ring there at the Telstra Stadium Gabriel lifts his free arm in a salute to his impending victory.)

(Then it is all over.)

(Tirsodo is dumped over the side.)

HS: "Like a sack of kittens dumped into a river."

FJ: "Gabriel has won his shot fair and square. He gets to take on the No Limits Champion for that very title!"

(In the ring Gabriel has just finished a tour of the ring and allows the referee to hold his arm up in victory as he announces him as the victor!!)

(We cut to a graphic with the face of Nathan Hawthorne-Lee on the left and the face of Brian Stevens on the right. It's a close up of their faces and they are both expressing anger.)

Damage, Inc. vs. Bad Blood - AWA Sunday Shock, August 7, 2005, Barcelona, Spain, Palau Sant Jordi

(Stevens is very upset with the ref and he rises to his feet and the two begin to have words. Stevens backs the ref down into the corner but backs off before to long and turns back to his opponent. DW is climbing to his feet and Stevens helps him the rest of the way and then drags him over to the corner where his partner NHL has made a good recovery and is waiting for a tag. Stevens obliges this and tags NHL in, Stevens then holds DW's arm up exposing his ribs for a hard right from NHL. Stevens exits the ring as NHL goes to work on DW with a series of right hands backing him into the corner and then whipping him across the ring. NHL follows him across and hits a hard jumping splash on DW dropping him to his knees once again. NHL then jumps onto the middle rope and springs up and turns dropping a leg across the neck of DW which in turn drives his face into the ground. NHL wastes no time and quickly rolls DW over for a cover 1...................2................... Kick out!)

HS: "Another near fall there, this one has been close a couple of times with both teams getting a bit of the action, but right now it is Dark Warrior in trouble."

FJ: "Like I said this one is to close to call."

(NHL pulls DW back to his feet only to slam him back down again and drive an elbow into his chest which he follows up with another quick cover 1................2...................... Kick Out! NHL is beginning to look angered at the fact that he cant keep DW down and he glares at the ref. but does his best to stay focused. He pulls DW back to his feet and locks in a sleeper hold. The ref moves in to check on DW and when he does DW grabs his shirt and starts pulling on it, this gives him enough time to land a mule kick style low blow which instantly breaks the hold and both wrestlers fall to the mat.)

HS: "OH my, that sure did change things."

FJ: "Well turn abouts fair play, I seem to remember Dark Warrior being on the receiving end of one of those earlier."

HS: "That he was, and now both men are in bad shape and need a tag, but who is going to get to their corner first."

(Both men are down and hurt and both begin to drag themselves towards their respective corners. NHL is the first to tag and Stevens comes in quick trying to grab DW which he does by the ankle just out of the reach of his partner. DW hops on one foot for a moment before jumping and swinging his leg looking to connect with a round house, but Stevens is able to duck it, however in the process DW gets his foot loose and tags his partner. C Rock comes in and things are back to square one, the two men size each other up and lock up mid ring with C Rock getting the advantage and backing Stevens into the corner. He holds him there momentarily before the ref calls for a break which C Rock does cleanly, but Stevens does not hitting C Rock with a right hand, but C Rock fires right back with a right of his own, and then both men begin to trade rights as the back up into the middle of the ring. Finally C Rock gets the better and with Stevens dazed C Rock takes off for the ropes and hits but trips coming back.)

HS: "What the hell was that, did you see that Frank?"

FJ: "See what? C Rock tripped in the ropes."

HS: "Yes thanks to a little help from Onslaught on the outside."

(Onslaught grabbed the foot of C Rock as he was hitting the ropes and this grabs C Rocks attention and he reaches over the top rope for Onslaught who backs away with his hands up innocently. C Rock then turns back to Stevens who is waiting for him and he nails him with the Ace Crusher.)

HS: "ACE CRUSHER, Stevens just hit the Ace Crusher, he has finished many a man off with that move in his time here in the AWA."

FJ: "We might have NEW Tag Team Champs Summers".

(Stevens after hitting the Ace Crusher quickly covers and NHL does his part by interrupting the break up attempt of Dark Warrior, the ref then slides into position and counts 1.....................2.................................3!!!!)

HS: "Three count.... Three count... We have new Tag Team Champions."

FJ: "I told you Summers, I could feel the electricity."

HS: "Well I was thinking that Dark Warrior and C Rock were going well, they seemed to have any differences that seemed to be there between then sorted out, but then Onslaught stuck his nose in and Stevens hit the Ace Crusher, and it was all acedemic from there."

FJ: "NEW Tag Team Champions, Damage Inc. have taken the Titles just two weeks before Classic."

FJ: "Those were happy days."

HS: "Well, happier than today anyway. I guess it's also how you look at it. It probably makes Nathan sick to his stomach but makes Brian happy as a clam."

FJ: "That puts things into perspective..."

(Shaku moves into a new shot shouting for his partner Missle. He gets an answer but not the one he’s looking for as Draven charges out of the shadows Goring Shaku into a stack of lighting stands. Quade deSade steps in throwing the metal poles out of his way and rolling his tag partner clear of Shaku before dropping an elbow and relieving Shaku of his belt.)

(Struggling free Shaku is screaming mad as both The Unholy Heroes back off giving him time and space. Draven feints another gore and Shaku sidesteps trying to grab Draven for a DDT but the numbers work for The Unholy Heroes as deSade commits to a Forward Russian Legsweep that dumps Shaku back down into the light stands face first.)

(Draven steps in again to haul Shaku back to his feet. Shaku is swinging wildly trying to land a lucky one, but Draven is not in a generous mood and slam a Knee into Shaku’s gut, then straightens him up again.0

(Draven lifts Shaku up halfway into a Powerbomb position. Quade climbs a nearby stepladder and jumps comings over the top of Draven to grab Shaku by his neck. Quade follows through with a Falling Neckbreaker as Draven lets go and both men hit the floor as Draven completes The Unholy Fiery Cross.)

(Quade makes for the shadows as Draven lifts the almost deadweight of Shaku Endbringer to his knees. The camera turns and observes Quade driving a forklift truck into the area with something very tall and draped sitting on a pallet. Quade drops the load and Draven drags Shaku on his knees to the pallet. Quade pulls the cloth clear to reveal the Iron maiden and swiftly open her up. Taking Shaku under one arm Draven and Quade shove Shaku inside and then almost as an after thought Draven shoves Shaku’s A.W.A. tag team championship belt in under his arm before Quade slams the maiden shut and snap closed the locks. Covering the maiden up Draven guides the forklift driven by Quade back into the shadows. As the two men leave there can almost be heard something like a soft, distant moan, and perhaps, a thump sporadically tolling between each cry?)

(We return to the Sydney Marriott Hotel's banquet hall where AWA President Travis Gray, wearing a tailor-made dark blue suit, has taken the stage, standing behind the podium, ready to announce the next award.)

GRAY: "Ladies and gentlemen, we can't live with them and we can't live without them. They are the antagonists in professional wrestling and we need them because we love to hate them. Of course, there is the occasional wrestler that I have to deal with that I truly and utterly hate. I might very well have to hand this plaque to one of these men, as the following wrestlers have been nominated for Rulebreaker Of The Year:

Terry "The Storm" James & "The Rated X Superstar" Xtreme Jeff, The Canucks

"The Man That May Just End Your Career" Lars Fredrickson

"The Greatest Sports Legend Alive" The Legendary Low

"The Sensational" Brian Stevens

and Lord Brian Williams."

"And the Rulebreaker Of The Year 2006 is..."

(Gray opens the envelope and his face turns into a disgusted grimace.)

GRAY: "BRIAN STEVENS!"

(Half of the banquet hall begins to boo as a triumphant Brian Stevens walks past a disgruntled looking Low. Stevens swiftly walks onto the stage, where President Gray tries to avoid any contact with him, but Stevens pushes Gray away while taking the plaque out of his hands. Gray briefly frowns, but then just walks off the ramp.)

STEVENS: "Get off my stage, pig fucker. One award down, four more to go. This award right here is the first step to proving right what I have said so many times, that I am the AWA's MVP for 2006. This award right here proves that I was more willing than anybody else to do whatever it took to achieve my goal. Fuck, that included taking Sarah Hawthorne... and I took her on a ride like nobody else before me."

(The camera briefly shows Nathan Hawthorne-Lee clinching his fist.)

STEVENS: "But this is only the beginning. There are more awards for me to win, so let's get the boring stuff out of the way quickly. I am here to also present Fan Favorite Of The Year."

(We see "The Sensational" Brian Stevens pull an envelope from his pocket as he's still holding his 'Rulebreaker' plaque.)

STEVENS: "I guess the best really do continue to shine because I get more air time, but why Travis Gray picked me to send out this award is way beyond me. Since that incompetent jackass signs the checks I don't really need, I'm here anyway. Plus, I would love to see the look on Nathan's face when he loses and the fact that I won probably peeves him more than anything. So, here are the top five goody two-shoes in the AWA...

"Dark Warrior" Jeff Christianson...

The Fish...

Nathan Hawthorne-Lee...

"The Outrageous One" Orlando Olazabul Ortega...

"The Icon" John Williams.

And the receiver of this stupid award is..."

(We hear a drum roll as Brian rips the envelope in half and pulls out the pieces of the card. We see a smile on his face as he gets ready to present the award.)

STEVENS: "Suck failure, Nathan, because Mr. Three Seconds won it! HA!"

(We see Orlando Ortega hop up out of his seat and head towards the stage. He goes to grab the award from Stevens, but Brian drops it.)

STEVENS: "Oops."

(Stevens leaves the stage as Ortega picks up the plaque and dusts it off to see if there is any damage.)

ORTEGA: "You see, it's people like him that give the AWA a really bad rep. But, it's also people like me that keep those people in check. I wouldn't be here now if it weren't for my epic battles over the past year against the cruel and the corrupt. Tomorrow night, I'll make such note of this cruelty. Thanks for all who have voted for me! VIVA LA RAZA!"

(We see Orlando holding his plaque up into the air as we fade out.)

HS: "Brian Stevens is such an ass and I hope he gets what’s coming to him tonight!"

FJ: "…Great wins by Orlando Ortega and Brian Stevens for Fan Favorite and Rulebreaker of the Year respectively."

(We cut to a graphic saying "Williams vs. Low - loser leaves AWA - career highlights. We then are taken back to Classic 2002, Low versus Mortis Valley, the Death Match.)

(Low grabs a chair and sends the barbed wire wearing Mortis to the mat with another shot to the head. Low leaves the ring and grabs under it again, this time to get out the black and silver NHL hockey stick! He gets back into the ring and waits for Mortis to kneel before him. He lifts the hockey stick over his head, but before he can hit Mortis with it, Mortis grabs the sledgehammer and delivers a nasty low blow with it! Both men fall to the ground, as the crowd looks on in exhausted astonishment! Mortis slowly gets up, but he doesn’t concern himself with the barbed wire surrounding his body. Instead, he takes the third roll of barbed wire and starts wrapping it around Low’s upper body! He does as Low did before him and send him back down with a chair shot!)

HS: "Mortis is trying to get even after the hellacious beating he just received. And now he is even going to the top rope himself!"

FJ: "Both men are wrapped in barbed wire, and one can only imagine what Mortis has on his mind right now!"

(Barely able to stand, Mortis climbs to the top rope, not leaving the ring through the ropes, as the barbed wire wouldn’t allow him too. We see the barbed wire cutting into both men’s upper bodies. Mortis very slowly reaches the top rope, struggles a bit to get his balance, but then finally stands up straight. He looks into the crowd, who greets him with incredibly loud boos. Mortis looks up into the sky, before jumping off the ropes and going for a superfly splash!)

FJ: "Superfly by 'The Rage'!"

HS: "BUT LOW MOVES!"

(Indeed Low is able to get up and out of the way, as Mortis comes crashing down on the mat, driving the barbs even further into his own body! Merely out of instinct, though, Mortis is slowly getting up, but as he turns around, Low is waiting for him, using the hockey stick to support him standing, yet using his last ounce of strength to kick Mortis and then hit the Low Stunner!)

HS: "Low Stunner again!"

FJ: "Look at this! I think we have a problem here!"

(After the impact of the Stunner, neither man moves. The fans look on in horror as they see a mess of blood and flesh and barbed wire in the middle of the ring. The referee walks over and checks on them. He tries pulling Mortis off of Low, but he isn’t able to. He calls the other two referees into the ring and they all try separating low and Mortis, but it doesn’t work!)

FJ: "Low and Mortis are entangled in barbed wire, and the referees can’t do anything about it!"

HS: "Besides, neither man is moving! What is this?"

(Suddenly, we hear the bell ring! The referee has stopped this match and the announcer declares it is a no-decision due to the inability of either man to continue! The assigned ref motions to the back and a number of EMTs come down to the ring, bringing two stretchers with them. The other two refs are busy cutting the barbed wire and freeing both Low and Mortis. After a while, both are freed of enough barbed wire to be put on separate stretchers. But as both men realize what is about to happen, they slowly roll off of their respective stretchers, and even if it’s with the help of the referees and EMTs, they both walk up the ramp on their own before they go backstage.)

(We then go to a Brian Williams career highlight - Wrestlefest V, Brian Williams versus Zeal, Hell In A Cell.)

(Zeal looks around, and grabs a chair from the nearby time keepers bench and walks back over to the dazed Williams, and awaits his return to his feet. Once Williams is up Zeal swings the chair and it connects hard into the skull of Williams, which again knocks Williams down. As the camera moves in it shows a large cut on the hair line of Williams, and now both men are bleeding quite heavily. Zeal drops the chair onto Williams and a smile crosses his face. Zeal then begins to climb up the side of the cell but as he is climbing Williams has pulled himself to his feet and made his way over to Zeal, who has not seen him. Williams turns his back to Zeal and grabs him under his arms and peels him off the cage, he then in a show of power carries him over to the announcers table and pushes him up into the air and sends him crashing through the table, This sends the two announcers back in a shocked manner and Frank falls over out of his chair. The sound of the World Champion crashing through the table echo’s through the arena which has now broken into a chant of "HOLY SHIT".) p>HS: "My god, our table is in ruins, and Zeal is laying in Frank's lap!"

FJ: (Mic not working) "Someone get this thing off of me!"

HS: "Frank, can you hear me?"

FJ: "Don’t just sit there Summers. Help get this thing off me!"

(Williams grabs Zeal from the wreckage of the table and hauls him back towards the ring where he slides him in, he then reaches under the ring and pulls out a large black bag. He then himself slides into the ring and with the black bag in his hand and an evil smile on his face. He looks at Zeal who is hardly moving, and then holds the black bag up in the air and pulls the gold string around the top and opens the bag and begins to pour the contents out into the ring. At first it is hard to determine what it is, but then as the camera zooms in it shows that the bag is full of large chunks of glass. Williams empties the entire contents of the bag into a small area in the ring and tosses the bag aside.)

HS: "Frank, are you back on?"

FJ: "Yes, I think, and I love what I am seeing, Zeal is finally gonna get what he has coming to him."

HS: "He is gonna severely hurt him Frank, this is sick, Williams is sick!"

FJ: "Yeah, that’s what I have been saying, and that is why he is great."

(Williams turns to Zeal and lifts him to his feet, and holds him up by the neck as he looks down at the massive pile of glass in the ring. Williams smiles and then pulls Zeal around and lifts him high into the air in a press slam and then turns him over and begins to drop him into a tombstone pile driver and then sits out and drops sending Zeal’s face crashing into the shards of broken glass. Williams exhausted in his own right falls over and draws all his last amounts of energy to hook Zeal’s leg and cover 1.….2.…3!!!!!)

HS: "My god, that was crazy, Zeal is a bloody mess, and Williams is no hell either, but one thing that will make it all worth it for him is that he is the new AWA World Champion."

FJ: "I told you Herb, I told you. What a glorious day!"

FJ: "That was a glorious day."

HS: "If you say so…"

HS: "Well Frank, the tag titles are about to be put on the line and the three teams in the match certainly don’t lack a hatred for one another!"

FJ: "I’m loving the hatred, Herb. Loving it!"

HS: "Well, all three of these teams have been at each other’s throats for the last few weeks. It started with the Art of War, Jai Williams and Malika, facing off against The Unholy Heroes for the tag team titles. The Art of War had recently won the tag team title, their first ever, off The Canucks one week before King of the Kage. At King of the Kage, The Unholy Heroes beat Ronnie Frown and A.C. Smith for a shot at the tag titles. They got their shot, but The Art of War pulled through with the win. However, both teams continued feuding with one another, attacking each other in viscous ways as the weeks progressed."

FJ: "But then Menace 2 Society came in and ruined all the fun! They were given a shot at the tag titles and they defeated the Art of War, gaining their first ever AWA titles in the process. After that, all three teams began exchanging words and wound up in matches with one another, as well as some nice, brutal moments. Menace 2 Society held onto their belts all the way to Classic, but this match was already set a few weeks before."

HS: "A few weeks ago, the triple threat, singles elimination style tag team match between The Art of War, The Unholy Heroes and Menace 2 Society was made. The rules are fairly simple. One member from each team is allowed in at once, normal tagging rules applying. When someone is pinned, they are eliminated and their team-mate must come in and compete for their team by themselves. The match keeps going until two teams have been completely eliminated. Now, we are here and the match is about to begin."

"I'm over it; You see I'm falling in the vast abyss"

("Forsaken" by Johnathan Davis hits the PA system. The lights go out.)

"Clouded by memories of the past; At last I see"

(Fire slowly builds, rising along each side of the length of the rampway, as first the waxing face of Draven Shadows arcs across the giant screen above.)

"'I hear it fading, I can't speak it; Or else you will dig my grave"

(Fading from view the image is replaced by the waning pale mask that is Quade deSade's face.)

"You feel them finding, always whining; Take my hand now be alive."

(The cold stare rakes over the fans and the ring below.)

'

"You see I cannot be forsaken; Because I'm not the only one!!"

(From the entrance floor Quade and Draven ascend with flames rising around them both. Bring their hands in the shape of a gun up to own their heads the fire die allowing Draven and Quade walk down to the ring. On screen the legend blazes: "UNHOLY HEROES")

"We walk amongst you feeding, raping; Must we hide from everyone!?"

(Quade climbs into the ring while Draven walks up the steps.)

"You see I cannot be forsaken"

(Draven climbs in the ring as Quade is in their corner getting ready. Draven walks over to their corner.)

"Because I'm not the only one!!"

(Draven takes off his coat and strap up shirt and hands them to the tech guy.)

"We walk amongst you feeding, raping"

(Draven then turns to Quade to talk strategy with him.)

"Must we hide from everyone!?"

(The music fades and both Unholy Heroes slowly raise the faces towards the opposing corner; dead eyed and predatory...)

FJ: "Here’s the team I’m picking for the win."

HS: "Why’s that?"

FJ: "Well, The Unholy Heroes attacked The Art of War a while back and it led to some great violence! Then Malika was kidnapped by Quade so that he could bate Jai into a sneak attack. That brought even more violence!"

HS: "Of course, why do I ask?"

("Boss Tycoon" by Mac Dre kicks up on the P.A. The song is allowed to kick in to the beat, and then Jai and Malika come out to the ramp, with Malika's four footsoldiers in behind them. Jai stands in behind Malika, as Malika strikes a pose, as Jai raises his arm behind her. Fireworks explode from both sides of them. Then, Malika and Jai make their way to the ring. The two enter the ring and eye The Unholy Heroes as if they want to kill them. The Unholy Heroes just give an evil smirk back.)

HS: "Well, Jai Williams has stated that he not only wants Missle, the man who pinned him in the match that saw Brian Stevens and Jai Williams face off against Menace 2 Society, but also Quade DeSade, for all that he has done to him and Malika."

FJ: "Whatever! More violence, that’s all I hear. Sounds good to me."

(As Art of Wars "Boss Tycoon" fades out for Art of War, all of a sudden, the lights begin to dim out. The crowd's anticipation goes up once more. Suddenly a spotlight appears before the entrance. All of a sudden, a guitar begins to play and some vocals hit.)

"I will never bother you"
"I will never promise to"
"I will never follow you"
"I will never bother you"

"Never speak a word again"
"I will crawl away for good"

(The crowd begins to chant, "MISSLE" throughout the entire building in unison. Lights are flickering all over the building now.)

"I will move away from here"
"You won't be afraid of fear"
"No thought was put into this"
"I always knew it would come to this"

"Things have never been so swell"
"I have never failed to fail"

(And with that, the big screen reads....)

MISSLE
You think you've got all the answers
Well, I am changing the questions
I'm the Man Who Can
Your lack of ability, will be your last confession.

(The crowd absolutely explodes with the big screen.)

"PAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNN"
"PAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNN"
"PAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNN"
"You know you're right. You know you're right. You know you're right."

(The camera then pans out to the entrance way as we see MISSLE standing there. The crowd erupts at his presence. He is wearing his leather jacket with a t-shirt underneath. The t-shirt is a "Classic" Nintendo Duck Hunt t-shirt. He has his AWA Tag Team Championship around his waist, with a red and black plaid shirt wrapped around it. He has black jeans and black boots with lettering on the sides that read, "No Hype Needed". Around his neck, he has a small necklace with a ring on it. The ring is the FWF Eye of Ire. MISSLE raises his arms in the air as the crowd explodes some more.)

"I'm so warm and calm inside"
"I no longer have to hide"
"Lets talk about someone else"
"Steaming soup begins to melt"

(MISSLE begins walking down the isle, high fiving each and every fan that reaches out for him. He grabs a sign from the crowd that reads...."Jai Williams....The Crestside Roid Monster". MISSLE stands in the middle of the aisle, holding this up for Jai Williams. The camera shows Jai's face and he isEXTREMELYpissed as he sees this. MISSLE hands the sign back as he continues making his way down to the ring.

"Nothing really bothers her"
"She just wants to love herself"
"I will move away from here"
"You won't be afraid of fear"
"No thought was put into this"
"Always knew it would come to this."

(MISSLE walks down to the end of the isle and grabs another sign....this time the sign reads...."deSade sucks at interviews." MISSLE smirks as he hands that sign back as well. MISSLE hops up onto the ring apron and raises his arms into the air, and the crowd continues the "MISSLE" chant.)

"Things have never been so swell"
"I have never failed to fail"

(MISSLE leaps over the ropes and into the ring. He walks to the center of the ring, and takes his plaid shirt off from around his waist and throws it at Malika. The crowd pops HUGE for that, as Jai Williams is attempting to hold her back. MISSLE then takes off his championship belt, holding it high in the direction of all four challengers.)

"PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNN"
"PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNN"
"PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNN"

(Then, Missle who takes a look around realizing it is just himself, Art of War and The Unholy Heroes. Approaching the ref, Missle begins talking quite frantically then he looks up the ramp at an empty entranceway where his partner Shaku Endbringer should be standing right now and snaps a look over at deSade and Draven standing quietly by in their corner.)

HS: "Where's Shaku?"

FJ: "He probably got scared and left."

(Up at the entrance a thumping sound begins to beat out, and as it grows it blocks out the sound of the entrance theme and the video screens above the entrance show deSade's Maiden standing at the entrance.)

HS: "Frank, that's deSade's iron maiden!"

FJ: "So? What's it going to do, tumble towards the ring?"

(Suddenly there's a series of blast like explosive bolt being released. At the same time down the side of the Iron Maiden pyros detonate in sequence send a curtain of red sparks sprawling across the grating before the front of The Maiden slowly swings open.)

FJ: "Or explode."

HS: "Oh my God, Frank, looks what's inside!"

FJ: "Not what, WHO!"

(From within a staggered Shaku Endbringer stumbles out with his hands to his ears. His face is white and his nose is bloody, his eyes blood shot after suffering the reverberation from within the bell-like interior as it was hammer by those explosions. Missle is furious point an accusing finger over at both Quade and Shadows who seem more than pleased with this. The referee points Missle to his corner as his partner somehow makes his way down to the ring and his partner.)

HS: "I can’t believe this! The tag team champions will be at a huge disadvantage if Shaku gets eliminated early because of that!"

FJ: "Well, I chose The Unholy Heroes for a reason you know."

(Malika and Draven start it off for their teams and Shaku is forced to start for his as he comes into the ring. The ref calls for the bell and the match starts out quickly with Malika heading straight for Draven. Draven gets caught off guard with the fast start and Malika nails him with a step-up enziguri! Shaku starts to head to his corner in a smart decision, but Malika is quick to run over and take Shaku down with a bulldog. Malika helps Shaku up, only to drop kick him in the knees. Shaku falls down again and Malika rolls him onto his stomach before locking in a rear chin lock. She pulls back on the already weakened Shaku, but the hold is broken up by DeSade, who has just been tagged in by Shadows. DeSade quickly goes to work on Malika, putting her in an arm wringer. He wrenches it in good before giving her a sound knife edge chop that knocks her down. DeSade chuckles in the direction of Jai, who looks absolutely furious.)

HS: "DeSade is just pushing all of Jai’s buttons. Sooner or later, Jai is going to get him back."

FJ: "Or, DeSade will for ever elude him."

(DeSade helps Malika up and continues to give her knife edge chops. After three Malika catches DeSade’s arm and takes him down with an arm drag. DeSade pops up quickly, but Malika takes him down once more. DeSade pops up again and Malika goes for a third arm drag, but DeSade blocks it. However, this leaves him wide open for a running clothesline from Shaku! DeSade goes down and Shaku turns to Malika, who is rebounding off the ropes with a spinning heel kick. Shaku is able to duck it, though, and he quickly picks up DeSade. However, before he can bring DeSade to his corner, DeSade suddenly stops playing possum and locks in a full nelson on the unsuspecting Shaku!)

HS: "DeSade has a full nelson on Shaku and we don’t know how much his head and neck are hurting from the Iron Maiden incident!"

FJ: "DeSade always has a plan, Herb. It always involves violence, which is why he’s awesome."

(Shaku is stuck, but not for long as Malika comes in with the save via flying lariat to both DeSade and Shaku! Malika rolls over to her corner, tagging in Jai. Jai comes in and goes straight for DeSade, but DeSade suddenly rolls into his corner, tagging in Shadows. Shadows comes in, but gets taken out right away with a super kick from Williams, aptly named the Stray Bullet. Shadows stumbles back into the ropes, then falls forward into a huge DDT from Williams! Williams can’t capitalize any further though as Shaku comes in with a big boot to the face of Williams. Williams drops to the canvas, but Shaku quickly picks him up and tosses him over the ropes. Jai lands with a thud on the outside and Shaku turns to a rising Draven. Shaku steps up to the dazed Draven, nailing him with the Ticket to Hell!)

HS: "Ticket to Hell! Draven may be eliminated!"

FJ: "Not if DeSade has anything to do with it!"

(DeSade steps through the ropes as Shaku pins Shadows, but suddenly trips and gets pulled to the outside by Jai! The three count is made and Shadows is eliminated!)

HS: "Wow! What a quick elimination!"

FJ: "No! Now DeSade has to go through the match by himself!"

(Shadows walks up the ramp as DeSade is told to come back into the ring by the ref. He can’t argue much as Jai tosses him back in as quickly as he pulled him out. Shaku uses this time to finally tag in Missle, gaining a huge cheer from the fans. Williams comes in as DeSade gets to his feet, but Missle beats him to the punch, literally, as he throws a huge punch at DeSade. DeSade is knocked down, but Williams is on Missle before Missle can get to DeSade. Jai catches Missle with a jab, then another, then an uppercut to finish off his punching combo. Missle stumbles back and Williams whips him into the ropes. Williams heads into the ropes opposite of the ones he threw Missle into and hits a cut-off clothesline. Missle drops down and Jai mounts him, a look of fury in his eyes, then begins to deliver a Vallejo Style Beating!)

HS: "Jai is teeing off on Missle!"

FJ: "Look at him go, he’s like the energizer bunny!"

(Missle is able to block the majority of the shots, but Jai gets in some good ones. However, DeSade stops the beating with an elbow drop to Jai’s back. Jai goes sprawling and DeSade wastes no time in choking the life out of him! The ref gives a long four count before DeSade lets go. Jai gasps for air as DeSade looks on with glee, but Missle slaps the look off of his face with a flipping drop kick. DeSade falls back into the ropes and rebounds off into a quick snap suplex. Missle goes for the cover, but only gets a long one count. Missle is not discouraged and he is quick to apply a rear chin lock to DeSade! DeSade shows no pain, only laughing as he struggles to get out, getting a strange look from Missle. Jai is getting to his feet and Missle sees this, so he decides to release the hold on DeSade and catch Jai with a running elbow before he can tag in Malika. Jai is stunned and Missle starts pouring on left after left. Jai is reeling as Missle turns him around, then sends him down in a huge reverse DDT! Missle holds on, apparently looking for the Missle Sleeper!)

HS: "Reverse Missle DDT! Missle might be looking for an elimination here!"

FJ: "Well, I don’t think Malika is sitting well with that."

(Malika comes rushing in to save her partner, but Missle sees this and lets go of Jai. Missle gets up and catches Malika with a hurricanrana that sends Malika out of the ring! As this is happening, DeSade Irish whips Williams into the corner and follows it up with a full nelson. He then turns so that Jai faces the inside of the ring and steps up to the second rope, letting Jai’s weight tighten the hold even more!)

HS: "The Crucifier! Can Williams hold on?"

FJ: "Tap Jai, Tap!"

(Missle sees that Jai is in trouble, but then decides to do nothing as he realizes this would eliminate Jai from the match. After nearly a minute in the hold, Williams is forced to tap! Jai leaves the ring as Malika comes in, missing out on the save. DeSade chuckles and Malika runs straight for him in rage. DeSade just flips to the outside, allowing for Malika to run straight into the corner. She stumbles back, holding her chest in pain. Missle comes in on cue, hitting a reverse DDT and holding on for the Missle Sleeper!)

HS: "I can’t believe it! The Art of War is facing elimination here, one right after the other!"

FJ: "Look at DeSade, he’s just sitting on the turnbuckle and watching Malika squirm in pain! See, this is why I picked The Unholy Heroes!"

HS: "Too bad Menace 2 Society still has its two members in the match, while DeSade stands alone for The Unholy Heroes."

(Malika is forced to tap as she can’t break out of the hold and the Art of War is officially eliminated! DeSade quickly steps down from the turnbuckle he was perched on and catches Missle with an elbow smash clothesline as he is getting up! DeSade quickly pulls him up and gives him a reverse hip toss. Missle lands hard on his head and DeSade continues the assault by scraping his boot across the face of Missle. Missle screams in pain as he rolls to the ropes. DeSade follows behind and starts to choke Missle with the ropes! The ref comes in and breaks up the choke with a LONG four count. DeSade asks what he did wrong before he helps Missle to his feet. DeSade puts Missle up into a crucifix powerbomb position, but Missle wiggles free and takes DeSade to the mat with a hammerlock takedown. DeSade claws towards the ropes, but Missle quickly shifts holds into a side headlock, blocking DeSade’s path. DeSade is resilient, though, and he gets to a vertical base, then breaks the hold with a few well-placed elbows to Missle’s gut. DeSade looks for a forward Russian leg sweep, but Missle just pushes him forward and quickly tags in his partner!)

HS: "Shaku is back in the match! He is going to be looking for revenge against DeSade, that is certain."

FJ: "He already got revenge against Shadows. There’s no need for more revenge."

(Shaku comes storming out with a HUGE spear on DeSade that folds him up on the canvas. Shaku starts dropping down some elbows to the back of DeSade’s head, but DeSade fights through them to get to a vertical base and catch Shaku with a kick to the gut. DeSade then flips from behind Shaku and hits a guillotine face driver. Shaku holds his face in pain as DeSade quickly turns him over. DeSade swats away his hands from Shaku’s face and proceeds to give him a double boot scrape! Shaku rolls around, holding his face once more. DeSade methodically walks over and helps Shaku up, then drives him back down with a forward Russian leg sweep! DeSade covers! He only gets a two as Missle comes in to break up the count. However, as Missle went for a stomp to break it up, DeSade moved out of the way and the stomp hit Shaku’s chest instead! Missle, caught in the moment of what he’s done, doesn’t see DeSade get back to his feet.)

HS: "Missle broke up the pin on Shaku, but ended up kicking his own partner in the process!"

FJ: "Now he’s taken his eyes off DeSade, which you can never do."

(DeSade comes up from behind Missle and catches him and a 'hanged man' arm lock, then hip tosses Missle into the turnbuckle. In an unlucky turn of events for Missle, he gets his foot caught and he is unable to escape the tree of woe he is currently in. DeSade sees this and quickly turns to Shaku, who is now getting up to his feet with the ropes. DeSade takes a running start and peas over Shaku, over the ropes and to the floor below. As he does this he grabs Shaku’s head and forces it down onto the ropes with so much force that Shaku is sent flying back into the ring! DeSade quickly rolls back into the ring and helps Shaku back up. He whips Shaku into the opposite corner from where Missle is stuck and follows him there, quickly locking in a full nelson. He turns Shaku so that he is facing his own partner and steps up to the second rope, allowing Shaku’s weight to increase the pressure of the hold! Missle frantically tries to escape the tree of woe, but he can’t and Shaku is forced to tap out!)

HS: "I can’t believe it!"

FJ: "Yes! Now its one on one, Desade against Missle. I told you the Unholy Heroes would win!"

HS: "DeSade has fought the entire match without his partner. Can he triumph over his last obstacle?"

(DeSade chuckles maniacally as he heads over to Missle. Missle frantically tries to get his feet out now as he knows what DeSade is thinking. DeSade climbs up the turnbuckle above Missle but, before he can hit Condemned, Missle’s right foot suddenly lurches out of the turnbuckle, straight into DeSade’s nether region! DeSade falls back into the ring, holding his family jewels as Missle now unties his other foot and drops down to the canvas. The ref comes over to warn Missle, but he says it was completely unintentional.)

HS: "DeSade has finally been caught with a taste of his own medicine!"

FJ: "Yeah, but Missle just cheated! He gave DeSade a low blow!"

HS: "Yes, but it was unintentional. He was just getting his foot out of the turnbuckle. Besides, DeSade was about to give Missle a huge low blow of his own!"

(Missle gets up and helps DeSade up, who is gingerly stumbling around on his feet. Missle quickly takes DeSade over with a dragon suplex, forcing DeSade down onto his head with impact. Missle heads up to the top rope and calls for something. The crowd cheers loudly as DeSade slowly gets to his feet. He seems to have finally escaped the effects of the low blow as he turns to go to Missle, but Missle is already spinning in the air and nails DeSade with a top rope spinning kick to his face! DeSade drops like a ton of bricks and Missle rolls up to his feet, pumped up. Missle stalks DeSade, who is now holding his head as he comes to his feet again. DeSade shakes it off and BAM!)

FJ: "Nooooo!"

HS: "Missle Kick! Missle Kick!"

(Missle’s foot snaps back DeSade’s head and DeSade quickly goes down once more. This time Missle pins DeSade and gets the three count for the final elimination! The ref calls for the bell and "You Know You're Right" by Nirvana begins to play over the PA system. Shaku comes down to the ring and the two get handed their tag team titles as their hands are raised in victory by the ref.)

HS: "Menace 2 Society has retained the tag titles at the biggest show of them all, AWA Classic!"

FJ: "Yeah, but DeSade fought through the whole match himself after Shadows got eliminated quickly!"

HS: "That is true. DeSade showed he was one of the greats in the AWA once again with his performance, but in the end the odds were just stacked too high against him."

(We cut to another graphic with the face of Nathan Hawthorne-Lee on the left and the face of Brian Stevens on the right. It's a close up of their faces and they are both expressing anger.)

NHL Signs Brian Stevens' Open Contract - AWA Sunday Shock, February 12, 2006, Tampa, FL, St. Pete Times Forum

(Stevens, a bit tired from the match, calls for the microphone. The ring announcer obliges and hands our World Champion the mic…)

"THE SENSATIONAL" BRIAN STEVENS: "Win or lose, Tampa! Win or lose I am STILL the best athlete this company has! HONESTLY! When was the last time I was pinned!? Be it in a singles match or especially a tag match!? HUH!? You can’t tell me! Tampa, face the facts! I CAN’T BE BEAT! Isn’t that right, Henry?"

(NHL just stares at Stevens, a bit perplexed. Stevens puts his right arm around the shoulder of NHL and keeps talking as he slowly raises, with his other hand, the AWA World Title into the air…)

BRIAN STEVENS: "You see, with ME as the World Heavyweight Champion, NO ONE can fuck with Damage, Inc. because we are the best team this planet will EVER see! Get into it!"

(Brian puts the microphone away from his lips and grabs his title contract from the ring announcer. Brian dares a fan to enter the ring and sign it, but out of no where, NHL spins Stevens around. Stevens scoffs at NHL and asks "what?" Suddenly, NHL stomps Stevens in the gut, causing the Champion to drop the microphone, his belt and the title contract! The crowd pops HUGE as NHL hoists Stevens into the air and DRILLS Stevens with the Slap Shot!! )

HS: "YES! Henry just turned his back on Stevens!"

FJ: "WHAT THE HELL!? No way did that just happen!"

HS: "LOOK AT STEVENS!!!"

(Our cameras focus on Stevens, who got dropped right on the AWA World Heavyweight Championship belt with the Slap Shot! Stevens is a bloody mess and not moving!)

HS: "Damage, Inc. just dissolved in front of our very eyes, Frank!"

FJ: "NOOO! They…they can’t!"

(NHL quickly rips off his protective neck brace, exposing to the world that his neck is fine! NHL plays to the fans a bit before grabbing the World Title Contract next to the limp body of the Champion. NHL uses the pen attached to the clipboard to sign his name before dropping the clipboard on the chest of Stevens. NHL proceeds to grab the microphone off of the canvas and lays down on the mat, right in Stevens’ face!)

NHL: "Brian. I hope you are conscious enough to hear this…DO NOT call me Henry EVER again! MY name…my name is NOT Henry! I AM NATHAN HAWTHORNE-LEE!"

(The crowd explodes as the camera reveals that it’s Nathan’s name signed to the Open Contract for the World Championship match at Vortex! We see Sarah and Nathan celebrating center ring over the unconscious and bloody body of Brian Stevens.)

HS: "I remember that night like it was yesterday. It was about time someone shut him up about he being an 'unstoppable champion'."

FJ: "But he was a great AWA World Heavyweight Champion. I mean, he went in and out of the Hell Bowl Chamber and was still the AWA World Champ. He's the man."

HS: "WAS the man."

FJ: "He still is."

(As the camera cuts back to the production truck, we see The Hangman has a more calm demeanor to his face as his lovely wife, Myrissa, is seated next to him gently stroking his face. Letting a guttural growl of satisfaction emerge from the very depths of his core before speaking....)

HANGMAN: It has come to my attention that the defendants from our prior case wish to appeal the verdict. The gracious citizens comprising The Blood Court have given them a chance to state their case. What will be the result? Let's find out.

(Prince Rawstarr is seen heading to his match with Hollywood Rob at his side. As they turn a corner, Nightmist is standing before them with a baseball bat.)

Nightmist: You boys clean up pretty good.

(This is all it takes to send Hollywood Rob into a rant and charging toward Nightmist, who catches him with a clubbing blow across the ribs. Before Prince Rawstarr can even react, the massive hand of Creature of the Night grabs him by his collar and the back of his shirt. CON throws Rawstarr into the cement wall and he crumples.)

FJ: Somebody better get security back there! This stuff is escalating to something that has no place in an AWA venue. Oh, that's right. We don't have any security!!!

(CON stomps away at the head of the fallen Rawstarr, before running him into the wall once again. Up the hallway, we see Nightmist repeatedly catching Hollywood Rob with blows to the ribs from the bat. Nightmist finally drops down and uses the bat to choke the struggling Rob into unconsciousness with a maniacal look in his eyes. Rob's struggling arms fall limp and Nightmist continues to choke until he is within a inch of taking his life. He releases and looks down at his handiwork with a smirk on his face. )

Nightmist: Hollywood Rob, you don't want to come to the crossroads! A No Limits match with me will only result in you laying just as you are now.

(Nightmist puts his foot on Robs chest and counts with his fingers 1...2...3!! )

HS: I don't know if Hollywood Rob is still alive...

FJ: I see his chest heaving as he is breathing in an unconscious state. I don't believe this just happened.

(CON is pummeling the downed Prince Rawstarr and blood is streaming from the former Cruiserweight champion's face. CON drags Rawstarr down the hall before tossing him through the curtain for his match. )

(Cutting back to the production truck, we see Myrissa frown as The Hangman grimaces with clenched teeth before thrusting the knot on his 'rope tie' all the way up under his chin and further feigning strangulation as his eyes bulge out in mock horror.)

HANGMAN: NPD, you're still GUILTY AS CHARGED! Dark Justice has been served and the world is a better place because of it.

(Reaching down off camera, we see The Hangman then pull up a bottle of JD. Looking over at his wife and then back towards the camera he replies...)

HANGMAN: I am turning the controls over to my very capable wife. Things are not in order here.

(Turning over his shoulder)

HANGMAN: SHUT UP YOU MISERABLE SHEEP! Arrrgh, I have work to do here just as The Blood Court has more work still to accomplish tonight.

(The Hangman rises once more and makes his way towards his fearful captives as, once more, their screams rise out. Myrissa seems to get an orgasmic rush out of it as she smiles broadly, even licking her lips in satisfaction before we go back to Herb Summers and Frank Jackson)

HS: "Can you believe what we just saw? Prince Rawstarr has to be out here right now for the triple threat match!

FJ: "Well that ought to add a new level of difficulty for him."

HS: "Prince Rawstarr has been having issues with Nightmist and Hangman as of late, but this was just a despicable act before he has to be in the ring."

("Whomp that trick" by D-Jay plays throughout the arena. It takes a few minutes, but out stumbles Prince Rawstarr, barely able to hold himself up, but he makes his way to the ring anyways.)

HS: "He really doesn't look ready to go now after that attack." ("Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood" by Santa Esmeralda plays and gold lights shine all over the arena, out onto the rampway walks Javex Valerius with his hands raised, nodding in approval as he looks around the arena. He casually strolls to the ring and slides in under the bottom ropes, and walks to each corner, posing for the fans as they snap off photos of him)

HS: "Javex Valerius, the second competitor is in the ring, looking as confident as ever for this match. He's had a lot to say this week, as many of the AWA superstars have, but let's see if he can muster up a victory tonight.

("Fever For the Flavor" By Hot Action Cop plays through the arena and out walks Jayson Pryce to the cheers of the fans. He makes his way to the ring and steps through the ropes, stretching against the ropes before the match.)

FJ: "This ought to be a good one."

HS: "All three men are in the ring and it's about time to ring the bell."

(The three competitors dance around each other slowly, looking over their shoulders at the man to their left or right. No one wants to make the first move, as Rawstarr looks like he's not even prepared for the grueling match ahead of him. Finally Javex takes a charge over to Rawstarr and throws a right hand, but Rawstarr flips him over with a hip toss. Pryce takes a charge himself and nails Rawstarr in the back of the head with an elbow. Pryce with a jab to the stomach and then an Irish whip. Rawstarr comes back off the ropes and both Javex and Pryce clothesline him to the ground. Javex with a clothesline to Pryce as well. Javex picks up Rawstarr and throws a punch and connects with his chin. Rawstarr retaliates with one of his own. Rawstarr and Javex trade blows back and forth for a moment before Rawstarr blocks one and kicks Javex in the gut. Rawstarr with a stiff uppercut and that sends Javex to the mat. Pryce stands to receive a kick from Rawstarr as well. Pryce doubles over, but Rawstarr pushes him back against the turnbuckles. Standing drop kick by Rawstarr catches Pryce in the face and he hangs against the ropes for support. Rawstarr gets to his feet and is locked up from behind by Javex in a full nelson. Javex goes to pick up Rawstarr, but Rawstarr locks his leg to Javex and blocks it. He stomps on the foot of Javex and he breaks the hold. Stiff right hand by Rawstarr, but it's blocked by Javex. Javex throws a forearm to the face of Rawstarr and then another one. Rawstarr falls back into the corner against Pryce and Javex leaps into the both of them, driving a shoulder into the midsection. Rawstarr takes the majority of the punishment, but Pryce also feels it, being behind him. Javex grabs the legs of Rawstarr and lifts him up and over the top ropes. Rawstarr tries to fight it and even Pryce starts to help out, as the two dump Rawstarr over the top ropes and down to the floor. Pryce immediately throws an elbow the face of Javex and that staggers him backwards into the center of the ring. Pryce takes a run and knocks down Javex with a lariat.)

HS: "Oh, what a great lariat from Pryce, he almost took Javex's head off!"

FJ: "Wouldn't that be wild to see? Javex's head rolling around in the ring?"

HS: "I think I'd lose my lunch."

FJ: "What's that have to do with you misplacing food?"

(Pryce gathers Javex to his feet and executes a piledriver, spiking the head of Javex off the canvas. Pryce gets up to his feet as Rawstarr enters the ring again from under the ropes. Rawstarr and Pryce stare each other down for a moment and then they lock up into a collar and elbow. Pryce uses his size and overpowers Rawstarr, pushing him back into the corner. The referee comes over and breaks the hold after they refuse to. Pryce lunges forward with an elbow by Rawstarr ducks out of the way and Pryce hits the turnbuckle. Rawstarr spins Pryce around and rocks him with a right hand to the head. Then another. Rawstarr drives a knee into the gut of Pryce, then another quick one. Grabbing a fist full of hair, he pulls Pryce to the middle of the ring and locks him up, DDT'ing him to the mat. Rawstarr gets up and sees Javex running up from behind him. He ducks low, telegraphing the back body drop, but Javex counters and drops him with a facebuster. Rawstarr writhes around the ring in pain, holding his face as Javex climbs to his feet to capitalize. Javex with a leg drop across the throat of Rawstarr. He gets back to his feet and then helps up Pryce, who was on his knees already. Javex locks him up and performs a standing suplex to Pryce, dropping him to the mat hard. Javex in firm control right now, gaining momentum and he picks up Pryce again and nails a headbutt, that he staggers backwards from himself. Pryce is a little shaken, but he locks up Javex and his a tiger driver, planting Javex onto the mat.)

HS: "Nice recovery by Pryce from that headbutt."

FJ: "That wasn't even a headbutt, I think it was more like a love tap."

HS: "Well it was a good decision then to drop Javex on his head, seeing as the headbutt seemed to have done more damage to himself rather than his opponent."

FJ: "Yup."

(As Pryce gets to his feet, he is spun around by Rawstarr, who comes back into the picture and kicks him in the gut. Rawstarr grabs a handful of hair and whips Pryce backwards onto the mat, slamming him down on the back of his head hard. The impact shakes the ring a bit and Pryce grips the back of his head in pain. Rawstarr climbs over the top of Pryce and locks in an armbar, wrenching down on the right arm of Pryce. Pryce extends his free arm to the bottom ropes, but he can't reach it and Rawstarr applies more pressure to the hold. Rawstarr breaks the armbar himself and holds up Pryce's arm and gives a kick to his bicep. Rawstarr still holding onto the arm, drops an elbow to the elbow of Pryce and locks in the armbar again. Javex is climbing to his feet again, shaking off the cobwebs and steadying himself. Rawstarr lets go of Pryce, who holds his arm while he's on the mat. Javex throws a punch to Rawstarr, who blocks it and Irish whips Javex into the ropes. Rawstarr grabs Javex coming off the ropes and locks in a sleeper. Javex's arms flail around in the air, trying to gain his footing, and he quickly drops Rawstarr with a jawbreaker. Rawstarr grabs his jaw and recoils back into the corner. Javex leaps to his feet and gets on the attack, running into Rawstarr with a clothesline that lifts him off his feet in the corner. Javex with a fury of right and left hands to the face of Rawstarr in the corner. Javex with a knee to the midsection and then a forearm shot that again lifts Rawstarr off his feet. Javex turns around to greet Pryce with a superkick that nails him square in the jaw.)

HS: "GLORIA POR DOLOR!!!"

FJ: "WHAT IMPACT! This match is going to be over already!"

HS: "Javex with the cover. 1... 2... Rawstarr dives with an elbow and breaks the pin just before Javex was going take this one home."

FJ: "No, I think he was going to win, not go home."

HS: "Just cork it man."

(Rawstarr drags Javex to his feet and locks in a headlock. He punches the head of Javex and that drops him to his knees, as Rawstarr keeps the headlock firmly applied. Rawstarr pulls Javex back to his feet and releases the hold. Rawstarr with an Irish whip and Javex bounds back off the ropes and is taken down with a drop toe hold. Rawstarr gets up to his feet and staggers for a second, falling and driving his elbow down onto the privates of Javex, the Drunken Fall.)

HS: "OH, the Drunken Fall! Hello....'

FJ: "What's up?"

HS: "Your [BEEP] in a gay bar."

FJ: "Wait, you were there too? Why didn't you say hi to me?"

(Rawstarr gets up to his feet and motions to the crowd as he shrugs his shoulders, looking down at Javex. Pryce has gotten to his feet using the ropes as help after the Gloria Por Dolor from Javex and he is trying to regain his composure. Rawstarr notices and takes a run at Pryce, who was playing possum and he drops to the ground, holding the top ropes down and Rawstarr goes flipping head over heels to the outside. Pryce slides under the ropes and follows him outside the ring. Pryce grabs a hold of the back of the head of Rawstarr and sends him a face first into the ring post. Rawstarr holds his nose as he staggers away and Pryce stays in pursuit. He grabs Rawstarr by the back of the head again and slams him into the guard rails. The fans close to the ring are cheering and going wild as the two superstars give them a show right in front of their eyes. Pryce picks up Rawstarr and drapes his throat across the guard rails and nods in approval of his actions as Rawstarr lays in a crumpled heap on the floor. Pryce turns around and Javex comes out of no where with a suicide dive, catching him right in the chest and sending him back into the guard rails as well.)

HS: "WOW! What a move by Javex Valerius, putting his body on the line like that."

FJ: "I didn't even know he was still in this match, he came out of left field with that suicide dive."

HS: "Remarkable."

(Javex climbs to his feet and punches Rawstarr who is against the guard rails, still recovering from Pryce's offensive. Javex grabs him by the hair and drags him over, tossing him back into the ring and he follows after him, climbing into the ring under the bottom ropes. Javex lifts Rawstarr to his feet and tries a crescent kick that is ducked by Rawstarr who locks him up, lifts and spins him around, nailing a spinebuster. Rawstarr rolls out of the move and stands up as Pryce enters the ring. Rawstarr greets Pryce with a forearm to the face and Pryce falls back against the ropes. Rawstarr with an Irish whip on Pryce, who reverses it and locks in a German suplex, spiking the back of Rawstarr's head off the mat. Pryce covers. 1... 2... kick out by Rawstarr. Pryce gets up to his feet and Javex nails his crescent kick this time, connecting squarely with Pryce and taking him down to the mat. Javex lifts up Pryce and turns him around and locks in the Call of the Deity.)

HS: "Javex has the Call of the Deity on Pryce! Pryce is trying to fight out of it but he can't! This could be it!"

FJ: "Pryce won't give it up like this, he's trying to reach the ropes, he's close."

HS: "Pryce made it there, grabbing the middle ropes and the referee is breaking the hold. I thought Javex had it under wraps right there."

FJ: "No question, but this match isn't going to end so soon I wouldn't think, there is a lot of fight in these men left."

(Javex lets go of the hold and Pryce drops to the mat as Javex takes on Rawstarr now and they lock up, collar and elbow. Javex with an arm drag, whipping Rawstarr across the ring. Rawstarr gains his footing quickly and charges, but it's Javex with another arm drag. Javex runs and drives a knee into the face of Rawstarr and he falls backwards onto the mat. Javex is gaining momentum now and he nails a kick to the midsection of Pryce. Javex goes for a powerbomb, but Pryce blocks it. He flips Javex over his shoulders with a back body drop and picks up Javex by the hair. He locks him up in a butterfly and looks to the crowd.)

HS: "Here it is! Javex goes up and LIFE'S FINAL JEST! Pryce just hit Life's Final Jest and Javex is out cold! Pryce has it won!"

FJ: "Pryce turns around and Rawstarr nails him with the Hot Stepper! Hot Stepper by Rawstarr on Pryce!"

HS: "Rawstarr with a cover on Pryce!"

FJ: "He's going to pull it off!"

(1... 2... kick out by Pryce and the fans can't believe it! Rawstarr slaps the mat and picks up Pryce and hits him with a scoop slam. Rawstarr makes it over and climbs the top ropes. He comes off the top with a somersaulting double knee drop and lands it perfectly on Jayson Pryce and the fans are loving it. Rawstarr covers again. 1... 2... broken up by Javex Valerius and an elbow drop to the back of the head of Rawstarr. All three competitors lay in the ring, exhausted, barely moving about. Javex is the first to move, getting to his feet and taking a moment to steady himself. Rawstarr starts to move and Javex slowly pulls him up to his feet. Javex with a knife edge chop to the chest of Rawstarr, following slowly by another and he can't handle them himself, turning away and shaking his hand. Javex turns around and locks in a Northern Lights and lands the suplex, bridging over for the pin. 1... 2... kick out by Rawstarr.)

HS: "All three men look fatigued right now as this match continues."

FJ: "Fatigued? Did you just learn that one this week? I told you the dictionary and encyclopedia set I gave you for Christmas were good, heart-felt gifts."

HS: "I don't even think the language in those books even exists anymore, they were so old."

(Javex pulls Rawstarr to his feet and over comes Pryce. Javex with a kick to the gut and Pryce locks up Rawstarr, lifting him up for a powerbomb. Javex grabs his head and they both slam down Rawstarr with a stuff powerbomb. Rawstarr is crippled in the middle of the ring as Javex and Pryce look down at his battered body. Pryce then lunges at Javex and blasts him with a shoulder block. Javex loses his footing and falls backwards into the ropes. Pryce with a running lariat that sends Javex over the top ropes and to the floor below. Pryce runs over and covers Rawstarr. 1... 2... the referee stops the count and motions to Rawstarr's foot on the bottom rope. Pryce slides off him and out of the ring, stalking Javex. He grabs him and lifts him into the air, dropping his face down along the ring steps. Javex crumbles to his knees and holds his face as Pryce kicks to the midsection. Pryce goes over and starts to expose the floor below the mats outside the ring and they fans start to cheer for what they are about to see. Pryce lifts Javex to his feet and brings him over to the exposed concrete, locking him into a facelock. He looks around and Javex throws an elbow to the midsection of Pryce. Then another, breaking the facelock of Jayson Pryce. Javex shoves Pryce off him and Pryce falls backwards, slamming his back against the ring post and he arches his back in pain from the blow.)

HS: "Excellent counter by Javex Valerius there. He was about to be seeing stars."

FJ: "Who knows what Pryce was going to pull off there with the exposed cement below him, but I know it was certainly going to hurt."

HS: "Absolutely."

FJ: "Not even the good kind of hurt either, I bet he would have really felt it in the morning."

HS: "I just don't know about you sometimes."

(Javex throws a series of right and left hands to the face of Pryce. He grabs his head and throws him back into the ring and follows him in. The referee is over checking on Rawstarr, who is very slow getting to his feet as the two reenter the ring. Javex gathers up Pryce and whips him off the ropes. Javex attempts the superkick again, but Pryce ducks it and wraps up Javex, throwing him over his shoulder with a t-bone suplex. Javex spikes off the mat and lays in the ring as Pryce looks over and notices Rawstarr finally to his feet. Pryce walks over and Rawstarr throws out a kick, catching him off guard and doubling him over. Rawstarr steps off the ropes he was using for support and locks up Pryce in a facelock. He is slow as he throws the arm of Pryce over his shoulder and lifts him, spiking him down hard with a brainbuster, laying out Pryce.)

HS: "Excellent move by Rawstarr, connecting with the brainbuster on Pryce. Rawstarr looks awfully burnt out in this match."

FJ: "Well yeah, he didn't even come down to the ring walking all that good after earlier tonight with Hangman and Nightmist."

HS: "Very true."

FJ: "Very."

(Rawstarr moves to his feet and gets up the same time as Javex does. Javex throws a right hand that Rawstarr catches and he picks up Javex and plants him with a scoop slam. Rawstarr with a legdrop across the throat of Javex and he's picking up momentum. Rawstarr climbs to his feet and is spun around instantly, met by Jayson Pryce who boots him in the gut quickly and wraps him up in a butterfly. He lifts him up and drills him with Life's Final Jest and Rawstarr is decimated in the ring. Pryce gets to his feet and is met instantly by a drop kick from Javex Valerius that sends Pryce flailing backwards, up and over the top ropes to the floor. Javex looks around and sees his opportunity.)

HS: "Jayson Pryce is out of the ring! It's his chance! Javex with the cover. 1..."

FJ: "Pryce is getting to his feet, he sees what’s happening, can he stop him?"

HS: "2... 3!!! Javex Valerius has won this match!"

FJ: "OH! Pryce just slid into the ring to break the pin, he was just a second too late! He can't believe it!"

(We once again see the "Brian Williams versus Low" graphic and then go to highlights from each man's career again. Low versus The Fish on April 9th, 2004.)

(Fish begins to pull Low up when The ref’s attention is taken away from the match by a yelling Ramona on the outside. As the ref turns to deal with her, Low comes up with a Low blow that doubles Fish over and causes him to fall to the canvas. Seeing this Ramona stops causing her scene and allows the ref to get back to the match.)

LP: "Low blow!!!, what a cheap shot, and it was all brought on by that witch on the outside."

FJ: "You watch how you talk about Ramona A Stone Porter. She could probably kick your ass."

LP: "Well Low has taken the cheap way out, and Fish looks to be in trouble here."

FJ: "Of course he is, just like I said."

(Low is first to his feet, Fish gets up not long after but is still feeling the effects of the Low blow. Low grabs Fish and backs him into the corner where he again nails a series of chops. He then whips Fish across the ring to the opposite corner. Fish hit’s the corner hard and bounces off the turnbuckles and falls forward. Low makes his way across the ring and drops his legs across the back of the prone Fish. Low quickly gets back to his feet and as he does he quickly goes for the top rope. He gets up and just as he is about to leap his attention is caught by Steven Caldera. Low says something to Caldera, but this gives Fish enough time to get to his feet and fall into the ropes causing Low to fall off and straddle the tope rope. Fish then grabs the top rope and begins to lift it up and down and in doing so puts Low in a very painful situation. The crowd loves this and begins to yell and cheer the Fish on.)

LP: "The crowd seems to be firmly behind the Fish here, and he seems to be heating up here."

FJ: "That damn Caldera, he just interfered, and may have cost Low this match. Eject him from ringside."

LP: "Oh but it was fine when Ramona stuck her nose in before right?"

FJ: "That was different, Ramona is just an innocent woman, Caldera is a former World Champion."

LP: "I don’t see the difference."

(Fish pulls Low up off the canvas and then sends him right back down with a DDT. This time he rolls over hooks the leg and the ref begins his count. 1.…2.… Kick Out by Low. Fish springs to his feet and heads for the corner and then the top rope. He sees that Low is still down and he leaps of going for a splash, but at the last second Low brings up the knees and Fish lands on them hard and flips over. Both men are now down and the ref begins his count 1.….2.….3.….4 Low begins to slide to the ropes and grabs them and begins to pull himself up as the count continues 5.…6.…7, Low has now pulled himself up and Fish is close himself. Low slowly heads over to Fish, and when he gets there Fish swings at him with a wild left hand, but Low ducks and Fish spins around, and Low locks him into the Low Standard.)

LP: "LOW STANDARD, THIS ONE IS ALL BUT OVER!!!!"

FJ: "YES, I love it, I told you Porter, never doubt the Legendary Low."

LP: "I never once doubted him Frank. Folks Fish is fighting it, but how much longer can he last, this move has beaten many a great star."

(Finally the pain becomes to much for the Fish and he is forced to tap out. The ref calls for the bell and Low gets the win)

LP: "Low wins, Low wins, he has regained the World Title!"

FJ: "Just like I said he would, and now we get to see Fish’s ugly mug."

(The bell has rung but Low is not releasing the hold. The ref comes over to him and begins reprimanding him, but Low just curses him and continues to hold the Fish in the Low Standard. Finally, as Caldera slides into the ring to help Fish, Low releases the hold and Ramona hands him the belt. Suddenly, however, Low nails Caldera with the belt from behind, spins him around and hits the Low Stunner!)

(We then cut to the culmination of Springs And Breaks 2004, Brian Williams versus Adam Bawm, plus the shocking aftermath.)

(Bawm leans over and begins struggling to lift him up. The crowd cheers Bawm on as he screams in agony trying to lift the massive frame of the champion.)

HS: "In his condition, it probably seems like Bawm is lifting two tons rather than three hundred fifty pounds."

MK: "Look at him, he doesn’t have anything left."

(Bawm begins to lift Williams up into the air, but he soon has to drop him back, leaning the lifeless body of Williams on the coffin. Bawm coughs up more blood onto Williams’s chest and all over the coffin. Soon the fans begin to cheer wildly for him and Kelly as well.)

HS: "COME ON BAWM! YOU CAN DO IT! YOU’RE SO CLOSE!"

MK: "Oh... what the hell... LET’S GO BAWM! PICK HIS ASS UP!"

(Bawm struggles to lift Williams, but through all his exhaustion, loss of blood, and possible internal injuries, he is unable. Williams eventually slowly starts to come to, but Bawm continues to struggle, resiliently. The more Bawm struggles, the harder it seems for him to budge Brian Williams and soon his legs give up from underneath him and he collapses to ground.)

HS: "Bawm has just taken too much damage. He can’t get Williams up."

MK: "I think Bawm just passed out!"

(Williams begins to laugh mightily as Kelly Gunns looks on in horror. Bawm suddenly lunges out, trying to lift him again, but still Williams won’t budge. Bawm begins to use every thing he has, straining harder than he ever has before. Blood begins to flow from his nose and mouth, seeping in with the rest of the blood covering his face. A loud ‘POP’ echoes through the arena and Bawm collapses face down, at Williams’s feet.)

HS: "OH MY GOD! WHAT JUST HAPPENED?"

MK: "BAWM MAY HAVE JUST INJURED HIMSELF PERMANENTLY!"

HS: "And look at Williams... he is loving every minute of this! That man is a pure, soulless MONSTER!"

MK: "I can’t believe this. I’m in total shock. I’ve never seen a man more bloodied and beaten in all my life."

(Williams then bends over and lifts the flaccid body of Adam Bawm up to his feet. He then picks Bawm up into the air in another press slam position.)

HS: "OH, NO, DON’T WILLIAMS! PLEASE DON’T!"

MK: "DEAR GOD!"

(Instead of landing the Revelation, Brian Williams does the only humane thing he has done the entire match, and tosses Bawm into the casket and quickly slams it shut. The bell rings and the fans boo so loud that the entire stadium begins to shake. Kelly rushes over to Bawm’s aide, struggling to open the casket, and Williams ignores her, snatching his belt from the referee and heading up the ramp, refusing the aide of the EMT’s who immediately rushed to the scene.)

HS: "BRIAN WILLIAMS HAS RETAINED HIS TITLE, BUT AT WHAT COST?"

MK: "HURRY UP AND GET BAWM OUT OF THERE! DEAR GOD!"

(The EMT’s struggle with the coffin so they roll the entire thing up the entranceway with more than a sense of urgency. The crowd is completely silent now as the ring attendants rush to clean the bloody hell the two men left in the ring.)

HS: "I’m speechless, Mark... I must say that our thoughts and prayers go out to Bawm’s family, and his devoted fans. I feel so sorry for that poor woman, Kelly Gunns."

MK: "Let’s just hope that Bawm isn’t as seriously injured as he looks."

(Later in the show...)

(Before Larry and Frank can say their goodbyes we suddenly go to what appears to be a medical facility either somewhere in Tropicana Field or somewhere in St. Petersburg. We see about five EMT workers frantically trying to revive AWA superstar Adam Bawm. Bawm, who is covered in blood, seems lifeless and motionless. Kelly Gunns screams frantically, ordering the EMTs to try and revive Bawm, holding back tears, though not very well. One of the EMTs has gelled up a set of defibrillators and motions for his partners to step back. Bawm is hooked to a heart monitor, which beeps slowly, and sporadically.)

EMT: "CLEAR…"

(The EMT gives Bawm a jolt, but the heart machine does not change its pattern. Kelly turns away now, unable to watch, and this is when she catches the camera.)

GUNNS: "WHAT ARE YOU DOING? GET THAT OUT OF HERE!"

EMT: "CLEAR…"

(As Kelly rushes over to shove the camera out of the way, the heart monitor begins to slow even more and the EMTs grow weary.)

GUNNS: "I SAID GET OUT!"

EMT: "CLEAR…"

(Gunns shoves the camera to the floor and all we see is a black screen, aided by the long, resounding BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP from the heart monitor...)

HS: "Wow, the crowd’s roar is now silent after that buzz killing memory."

FJ: "Rest in peace, Bawm, rest in peace…"

(We cut to the back and we see The Hangman and his entourage being surrounded by security guards.)

HANGMAN: "Can I help you, boyh?"

SECURITY: "Sir, we’re here on the behalf of President Gray and he told us that you are no longer welcome in this building or at this event anymore. He says that he makes the rules, not you, and you are not welcome here."

HANGMAN: "You must be mistaking me for someone else. I was just sitting here and drinking my JD. I wasn’t bothering anyone."

SECURITY: "Sir, everyone but Nightmist must be removed from the arena."

(The Hangman thinks about this and we see his tongue come out of his mouth and lick his chin before slurping it back into his mouth.)

HANGMAN: "Well, you tell that boyh, Travis, that I’m not through here yet and he will see me soon."

(The Hangman and Myrissa leave the area without the help of security and Nightmist stands there wondering what just happened.)

HS: "Too bad for The Hangman."

FJ: "President Gray doesn’t like slackers."

(We cut to last night's AWA Hall Of Fame & Awards banquet at the Sydney Marriott Hotel. We see Jayson Price at the podium.)

PRICE: "First of all let me say what an honor it is to be the one to say a few words on just why The Dark Warrior Jeff Christianson, is a worthy entry into the AWA hall of fame. Jeff Christianson is a former multiple time world champion. Winning the biggest prize in wrestling history once could be a fluke but Jeff proved he's truly among the AWA's greats by winning the greatest prize in wrestling on three occasions. Jeff was half of in my opinion the best tag team in AWA history. When the Bad Blood was at their best there were no other teams that could compare. But the championships Jeff Christianson has won is not why he belongs in the hall of fame."

PRICE: "Jeff Christianson is a true student of the game. If you're on the road at 4 o clock in the morning and wanted to talk wrestling you could just call on Jeff because he was always willing to speak about the sport he loves so much. Jeff simply put has a supreme love for the game. Ask any wrestlers of any consequence in the AWA ever, and you will be able to tell you about the time they wrestled Jeff Christianson. Dark Warrior was competed against every major star in the business and I don't think there is a man among them who could possibly come away from a match with Jeff with thinking, wow, what a competitor. I remember back in my early days I had a pair of matches against Jeff Christianson. He won both of them, cleanly with no help, and when the battle were done I knew just how much respect I had for the man because of the way he carried himself in the ring. Jeff is a class act, who competes strictly for the love of the sport. How many men have wrestled as many matches for the AWA as Jeff has? How many men have shown up every day giving their all for the love of the sport? Jeff Christianson may not win every match but no one who has ever faced Jeff Christianson can ever say they have seen another man more satisfied with what they were doing in life than Jeff Christianson."

PRICE: "I don't always agree with your actions, nor do I always see eye to eye with you, but I will say this, I learned so much from your natural work ethic and leadership skills inside of that ring. It's no mere accident that nearly all of the major groups in AWA history have included Jeff Christianson as one of its founding members. If you want a man who does whatever it takes to be victorious then you need look no further than Dark Warrior. Now I'm going to list off his championships just so you all know how far Jeff's passion has carried him. Three Time World Champion, Three Time United States Champion, Former Hardcore and Television champions, former cruiserweight champion, former No Limits Champion, 2004 King of the Kage, and a Grand Slam Champion in the AWA. After hearing that you'll have to agree that the AWA hall of fame is practically a joke if he's not in it. Congratulations Dark Warrior, take your place among the legends, because you deserve it!"

(We see Jeff Christianson come out on the stage and accept the Hall of Fame plaque from Misery. Jayson and Jeff shake hands and then Jeff raises it into the air. We hear the applause from the people in attendance and then Jeff opens an envelope. As he reaches the stage, we see him nearly fall face first onto the podium, and his speech falls in the crowd.)

DW: "There goes my speech... I'll just have to wing it now."

(We flash a look to the loan paper that nobody has decided to pick up. Then pan back up to Jeff Christianson.)

DW: "What can I say? The guy who usually has a response for everything now has nothing to say... I know I took the words right out of your mouth Herb."

(We hear people begin to laugh in the room as the camera flashes a glimpse of Herb Summers.)

DW: "I've worked hard to get here, just like everybody before me. First, I'd like to thank everyone who made this happen. From those who voted me in, to my friends and family. Also, I'd like to thank Terry James and Chris Freytag for the resurgence of my career tomorrow night. You see, when people think you hit the Hall of Fame, you are over the hill. You've had enough. My bad years have been better than most people's good years. It took me this long to realize why I belong here along side guys like Low and Brian Williams. Win/loss records don't get you here, respect does. People respect what I did every week, for that, I thank you. I don't thank too many people so you all should be really happy."

(Jeff pauses for a moment. He looks in the crowd at an empty table.)

DW: "That is where my family should be sitting, but with two kids just born, Paige decided to stay home and miss the single greatest day of my career... just like her, putting out to someone else before me."

(We now hear a couple more chuckles from everyone in the crowd.)

DW: "To all my rivals, I'm glad you were where you where when I met you... because if not, I might never be here if I spent months wrestling lesser talents. To all my rivals, and to guys like Mortis Valley, Ray Owens, and Dave Santini for taking me under their wing. I thank you. Without being around three leaders like you, I would have never led my own campaigns against inhuman oppositions like Low, John Williams, and my most formidable opponent, The Fish. Two of the three are obviously being inducted tonight. Thank you for this opportunity, and I won't disappoint... I'll honor everyone here with dedication of my AWA Classic match tomorrow night."

(The crowd seems somewhat stunned, as Jeff Christianson leaves the podium.)

FJ: "Great for Jeff Christianson, he’s earned it!"

HS: "Yeah, I’d say. What a great class we have this year."

FJ: "And we’re only 1/3 through it!"

HS: "Folks, this next match is NOT for the faint of heart. We advise parents that they should remove any children from the room who are watching this as it well contain brutal violence."

FJ: "What my friend is trying to say is: This match is going to rock! The first EVER triple threat Canadian Death Match for the AWA cruiserweight title!"

HS: "Frank, you’re just TOO sick sometimes. Now, before we go to the Sydney Entertainment Centre, where this is all taking place, we are going to explain the history of the three men in this match. They are Terry "The Storm" James, "Dark Warrior" Jeff Christianson and "Assassin" Chris Freytag."

FJ: "Let’s cut to the chase here Herb. Terry and Jeff have been at each other’s throats for the last few months."

HS: "That is an understatement. It all started when Jeff challenged Terry, but Terry gave a condition. Terry’s condition was that Jeff would reveal who the man that attacked Terry James not long before then was. Jeff was never heard from after that and the match became a tag team match between The Canucks, Terry James and Xtreme Jeff, and Hellfire, A.C. Smith and Jeff Christianson."

FJ: "This was back when The Canucks were great! They did what they wanted, whenever they wanted!"

HS: "I prefer them now, but that’s beside the point. The Canucks won that match, with Terry pinning Jeff for the victory. A while after, Christianson came back to Terry, revealing that he was, in fact, his attacker from back before the challenge was made. So, Terry, having former the Elite Canadian Wrestlers by then, got Christianson back. The two then had many words for one another and soon it was King of the Kage. In pure luck of the draw, Terry James faced off against Jeff Christianson in the first round. After a long match that saw both men on top at many points, the match was cut short as Terry James was knocked out from a top rope German suplex. Christianson went on to lose in the next round to Brian Stevens, who then lost to Low, the King of the Kage for 2006."

FJ: "Terry knew the rivalry between them wasn’t over and when Classic came around, he knew he was making this match between the two. But, things got more complicated as Chris Freytag was added into the mix."

HS: "That’s right. This match is for the AWA cruiserweight championship, which Terry James currently holds. He won it from Jayson "Misery" Price shortly after King of the Kage. Chris Freytag, a few weeks before Classic, was given a shot at the title. Terry defeated Chris Freytag after hitting his signature finisher, the Thunder Strike. But, Chris demanded a rematch and Terry gave him a rematch, by bringing him into one of the most brutal matches in the history of the AWA."

FJ: "On a side note, Chris Freytag had a match with Jeff Christianson two weeks before Classic, in which Christianson was unfairly rolled up for the three count while he was answering his cell phone. As it turns out, Christianson actually attacked Chris before the match, as revealed by a camera angle Terry brought up last week."

HS: "Yes, that is how Terry got Chris to accept this match. However, Christianson was not so easily swayed. He did not accept at first, but President Gray made a special stipulation that if Christianson didn’t show up for this match, not only would he be fired from the AWA for ever, but he would also be taken out of the Hall of Fame a day after being inducted."

FJ: "President Gray can be so harsh sometimes. That’s such a cheap move."

HS: "It was necessary, Frank. Christianson hasn’t given any effort for the last year, barring the King of the Kage tournament. Now, let’s take everyone watching to the Sydney Entertainment Centre, where this match is about to begin."

(The shot switches from the announce table to the hockey arena, which was actually built this week just for AWA Classic, since the Sydney Entertainment Centre doesn’t usually have a hockey rink. The shot pans around the massive arena, the fresh ice not carrying many scratches, save for those made by the match participants in their warm-ups earlier today and this week.)

HS: "Frank and I will be announcing from the Telstra Stadium as the members of the audience watch what you are seeing live on the AWATron. Now, this is a standard hockey arena here, complete with the ice, the nets, the benches and the boards. However, the participants in this match ARE allowed to go wherever they wish in the arena."

FJ: "The best part is that they get to do whatever they wish too! There isn’t even a referee!"

HS: "That is very true. As I have said, this match is going to be brutal. All three participants will be heading out to center ice to start off the match. They will be dressed in full hockey equipment and on skates. Now, the ONLY way to win this match is to be the last man able to stand up from a ten count. Now, since this is the first EVER triple threat Canadian Death Match, BOTH of either of these men’s opponents must be unable to answer that ten count in order for that person to win. The ten count will be delivered by a referee who is watching this match from this Stadium. All three men will hear it through the PA system in the arena."

FJ: "What Herb just said essentially means: This is going to be a loooooong night for Terry, Jeff and Chris!"

HS: "Well, that’s all for the pre-match explanation and history. I’m being told that this match is about to start!"

(No sooner than Herb has said this do the lights in the arena suddenly dim and at the same moment the sounds of "Bulletproof Skin" by INSTITUTE blare throughout the arena. Silver and blue spotlights now swallow up the entrance corridor and through the unique lighting display, emerges "The Assassin" Chris Freytag. The crowd back in Telstra Stadium comes alive, as we can here through the PA system in the arena. Chris now begins his way towards center ice, clad in a customized "Assassin" hockey jersey, as well as black, blue and silver colored hockey gear. Upon reaching center ice, Chris leans back briefly, showing off to the fans as they shout their words of admiration. From there Chris then starts to skate around as his music fades out.)

HS: "This man has said it many time that he is in the AWA for the sport of professional wrestling, but Terry and Jeff have made it clear that there will be no sport tonight."

FJ: "That’s right, just bloody warfare! Chris isn’t going to like this match, that’s for sure!"

(The Assassin looks to the path to the locker rooms as a huge white DW is projected just to a blank screen above the locker room entrance. "My Life" by The Geto Boys blares over the PA and the crowd begins to boo loudly. We see a blue strobe light race throughout the arena, as well as clips throughout the career of Jeff Christianson flash across the screen above the entranceway. Suddenly, we see a huge pyro explosion on both sides of the entranceway as the lights come back on. Standing under the DW is Jeff Christianson! Jeff Christianson has a stern look on his face as he starts to step onto the ice in his red and white customized hockey jersey and black hockey gear. Jeff Christianson slaps the boards as he skates around the arena, Freytag not taking his eyes off of him for even a moment. Once he makes the full circle, he leaps and stops in a full hockey stop at center ice, holding his arms up. Both Freytag and Christianson start to skate around, keeping their eyes locked.)

HS: "Well, Jeff Christianson has successfully pissed off all of Australia with his recent behavior!"

FJ: "That’s so unwarranted! What has Jeff done?"

HS: "I’m not answering that question, since we already did a few minutes ago."

(As the two men skate around center ice the lights go out once more. The opening guitar of "Thunderstruck" by AC/DC starts to play and the fans start to chant "Na Na-Na Na Na-Na Na Na!" over and over with the all-to-familiar guitar chords. 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 ice with an ECW jersey and ECW hockey gear on. He has an ECW Canadian flag in his hands and the cruiserweight title belt around his waist, the crowd now cheering loudly, as he stops just a few feet from the beginning of the ice. He looks to both sides, waving the flag and showing it off to his opponents, before skating around the arena with a cocky grin on his face. Terry stops after a full circle and gets onto his knees. He then raises the flag in his right hand up to the ceiling and keeps it there for three seconds as pyro jets shoot out all around the boards in the arena, in rapid-fire fashion. Terry then removes his belt and chucks it into a nearby bench. He skates forward quickly, with the ECW flag in hand, and absolutely floors Jeff Christianson with it!)

HS: "Terry has been waiting for this night for months and now he is finally going to get back at Jeff!"

(Chris wisely watches on as Terry continuously smacks the ECW flag across Christianson’s body until it breaks! Christianson’s helmet is knocked off and broken with the final blow and Christianson is wobbly to get to his feet. Terry keeps the broken portion of the flag pole in his hand as helps Christianson up, only to NAIL him across the face with the broken pole!)

HS: "My God! This match has barely started and Terry has already busted Christianson open!"

FJ: "This is the Terry James I love to watch! This is The Storm!"

(Terry discards the broken flag pole, almost tossing it directly at Freytag’s head! Freytag ducks and decides its time to get into the match as Terry helps the now bloodied Christianson to his feet. Freytag comes from behind with a huge sliding chop block to the back of Terry’s knees. Terry is tripped up and falls to the hard ice on his back. Freytag stops his skid and skates back, but Christianson is there with a devastating mid-ice clothesline! Freytag is off his feet and sliding across the ice on his back with his own momentum. Terry now gets up as Christianson skates over to him, completely decking him with a huge center ice check! Terry goes flying and then slides in the same direction as Freytag did once he hits the ice again. Christianson skates after the two, who are getting up as he gets closer to them. Terry and Freytag quickly look at one another and then drop down as Christianson comes at them with a double clothesline. Christianson gets caught in the double drop toe hold and his head smacks into the ice hard on the way down! Terry and Freytag scurry to their feet, with Terry getting their first with his superior skills on skates. Freytag gets up and Terry doubles him over with a kick to the gut, then drills him with a DDT to the ice!)

FJ: "Whoa! He just kicked the guy with skates on!"

HS: "I’m more worried about that wicked DDT Freytag just received!"

(Terry gets up and sees that Freytag’s helmet has actually been cracked, as well as the ice below, from that DDT. Terry pulls it off and starts beating Freytag with it! However, Christianson is there to break it up with a knee to Terry’s face. Christianson then proceeds to rip Terry’s helmet off. Christianson winds up for a big shot, but Terry ducks and tackles Christianson to the ice. The helmet just slides into the boards and Christianson is able to push Terry off. Terry is quick to his feet, as is Christianson. The two share a smirk as they drop their gloves and bring their clenched fists up.)

FJ: "Looks like we’re in for a good old-fashioned hockey fight!"

HS: "There will not be a five minute major penalty for this one."

(Terry and Jeff start slugging it out, but Jeff gains the upper hand by jerseying Terry. Jeff doesn’t waste any time as he piledrives Terry into the ice!)

HS: "Oh my God! Terry just got his head rammed into that hard ice!"

FJ: "Well, Freytag seems to be fine and he got the same thing done to him."

(Freytag is up, but still shaking out the butterflies in his head. We see he has been busted open on his forehead, joining Christianson. Terry pulls his jersey back down and rolls over to his back, revealing that he too has been busted open! Jeff quickly skates over to Chris to take advantage of his dazed state, but Chris suddenly snaps out of it and slaps Christianson over the head with Terry’s helmet! We see "ECW" has now been colored red with the blood of Christianson as the Assassin tosses the helmet into the stands. Jeff has since stumbled to a knee and Chris takes advantage with a swinging neckbreaker. Both men’s heads whiplash off the hard ice, with Christianson’s receiving the worst of it, but Freytag still getting hurt in the process. Both men hold their heads and we now see Terry finally get to his feet. Over the PA system, we can hear the ten count begin.)

FJ: "Chris Freytag is an idiot! If both him and Christianson can’t get up for the ten count then Terry will win!"

HS: "Terry is not helping them get up. In fact, he seems to be heading to the bench!"

(Terry has indeed skated over to the bench by the locker room entrance. The ref’s count reaches five and Chris starts to get to his feet. It reached seven before Christianson starts to get up, with Chris reaching his feet at that point, ending the count. The two don’t pay attention to Terry, who has stepped into the bench. Freytag starts hitting Christianson with forearm smashes as Terry suddenly tosses a bag the size of a basketball onto the ice. He then steps back out onto the ice, a hockey stick in hand. Meanwhile, Christianson fights back with some European uppercuts to Freytag. Terry looks back into the bench and leans back in, pulling another dozen hockey sticks up and tossing them onto the ice!)

FJ: "That bench is like one of those shopping carts that you see in street fights, except its all hockey stuff!"

HS: "Seems like it, but what’s in that bag?"

(Terry answers the question for us as he lifts the bag up and dumps its contents onto the ice.)

FJ: "Thumbtacks!"

HS: "No, pucks!"

(There are a few dozen pucks now littering the ice before Terry. He grabs the original hockey stick he pulled out and starts to stickhandle a puck. Meanwhile, Freytag has turned the tables on Christianson with European uppercuts of his own. However, both men suddenly stop as a puck whistles by both of their heads!)

HS: "Terry is shooting pucks at his opponents!"

FJ: "I guess that shooting practice is about to come in handy!"

(Terry starts firing pucks rapidly in the direction of both Christianson and Freytag, who are skating wildly and ducking to try and avoid them. Some pucks hit the sides, backs and legs of both of them before Jeff has enough and just starts to skate in Terry’s direction. Terry hits him a few times in the sides and legs on the way, but Christianson keeps coming. Terry stops firing pucks as Christianson gets close to him and just breaks the hockey stick he was using over Christianson’s head! Christianson drops like a rock, but his momentum keeps him going forward, tripping Terry with an unintentional baseball slide on his way into the boards. Freytag uses the opportunity to skate over and grab a hockey stick as Terry grabs another one himself. The two look at one another before they start having a…hockey stick duel?)

HS: "Those two are really going at it with those hockey sticks!"

FJ: "It’s like Star Wars on ice!"

(Terry and Chris both get in a few good slashes to the side, but they successfully block, dodge and parry the majority of each other’s blows. But then Christianson suddenly steals Terry’s hockey stick and breaks it over his head! Terry goes down and Christianson picks up another hockey stick. Now Chris and Jeff are dueling it out with hockey sticks! After they both get some minor slashes in, Terry suddenly grabs Freytag’s stick and breaks it over HIS head! However, Christianson has had enough of the endless loop and just breaks the stick he has over Terry’s back as he leans over to get another hockey stick for himself! Terry goes down to the ice, holding his back, as Christianson picks Terry up and rams him head-first into the boards! Christianson picks Terry up again and tosses him into the bench, following closely behind. Freytag has now gotten up as Christianson starts to rain down punches on Terry! Chris sees this and hops into the bench himself, hitting an elbow drop to Christianson’s back and causing the actual bench to break underneath the weight of all three men!)

HS: "This is a brawl!"

FJ: "I love brawls!"

(Freytag picks Jeff up and puts him in a side headlock, then walks over from the bench area to the corridor leading to the locker rooms. Terry gets up as the two enter the back. Our view changes to the back, where we see Freytag repeatedly smashing Christianson’s face into the walls. After a good dozen shots to the head, Christianson is treated to a side Russian leg sweep to the concrete floor! Once again, both men are holding the backs of their heads. Once again, Terry is now seen as the only one standing as he enters the back. This time, however, he picks up Christianson and helps him along into a nearby door, which just happens to lead us into the women’s locker room.)

HS: "They have broken into the back now, where they will have more grip. However, they will now have to walk around in skates."

FJ: "Whoa! We have a camera in the women’s locker room!? Why was I not told?"

(Terry slams Christianson into a locker head first, then opens it and does the same thing again, this time leaving Christianson’s head in the locker. Terry then proceeds to slam the locker’s door over and over again on Christianson’s head! Eventually, the door just gets dented so badly it can almost close with Christianson’s head still in the locker. At this point, Terry removes promptly removes Christianson and opens up a stall. He lifts the lid on what looks to be a garbage can of some sort and slams Christianson’s head into it! We hear Terry shout "I hope you get AIDS!" as he pulls Christianson back out, who proceeds to spit out a few used tampons!)

HS: "Oh my God! That’s disgusting!"

FJ: "Whoa! Those have all been you know where!"

HS: "Frank, please tell me you aren’t considering going near those."

FJ: "I’m not saying anything, Herb."

HS: "That’s gross!"

(Terry heads back out into the hall with Christianson in tow, only to be blind-sided by a jab to the throat from Freytag! Terry starts to cough as he tries to catch his breathe, which allows for Christianson to just fall to the floor. Freytag mounts Christianson and pulls his head back in a reverse chin lock!)

HS: "Jeff Christianson is bleeding profusely! He needs some medical attention after the damage he’s taken to his head because of Terry’s last onslaught!"

FJ: "Hey, we all knew that all three of these guys would have the crimson mask on by the end of the match. It isn’t stopping because of that!"

(Christianson is fading as more blood rushes to his head while he is in the hold. Terry sees this…and decides to walk into the men’s locker room. Freytag looks slightly confused, but he keeps the reverse chin lock on Christianson anyways.)

HS: "Where is Terry going?"

FJ: "I hope he’s getting some more weapons!"

(Freytag finally releases the hold and just let’s Christianson’s head drop to the floor. Christianson looks to be out as Freytag heads into the men’s locker room to look for Terry. As soon as we switch views to the locker room, we see Terry drop kick Chris in the face!)

HS: "OH MY GOD! HE HAS…boots on?"

FJ: "Hah! You should have seen your face!"

HS: "Well, we’ve seen Terry do this before. He’s left a pair of boots in the locker room to switch into. Now he has a big advantage in mobility off the ice!"

FJ: "He knows the tricks of the trade!"

(Terry picks Freytag up to his feet and doubles him over with a kick to the gut, directing out attention to the hole in his jersey where Terry’s skate was previously kicked into. However, our attention is shifted quickly as Terry nails the Thunder Stunner on Freytag! Freytag is not moving as he lands on the locker room floor, but the ten count can’t be heard.)

FJ: "What the hell!? Is the ref sleeping? Freytag’s not standing, why isn’t the count starting."

HS: "That can only mean one thing. Christianson’s up, somewhere!"

(We know where he is soon as Christianson slams Terry over the head with a steel chair! Terry drops and the ten count starts, but only gets to two before Christianson picks Terry up again, apparently not wanting the match to end there. Christianson pulls Terry along by the head over to the nearby wooden bench by the wall and hoists him up in what looks to be a fisherman’s suplex.)

HS: "NO! Not there!"

(Christianson is looking for the Drop Dead fisherman’s brainbuster suplex, but Terry shifts his weight and falls back down. However, as he is falling he grabs the dead of Christianson and turns 180 degrees to drive Christianson’s head straight into, and through, the wooden bench with a DDT!)

CROWD: "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!"

HS: "MY GOD! Terry has just DDTed Christianson through a bench and onto concrete floor!"

FJ: "That was sick!!!"

(Terry hit his head on the nearby locker on the way down, so now he’s holding the back of his head as he rolls over to his back. Christianson is not moving at all. However, Freytag has made it to his feet. The ten count begins, but Freytag shakes his head and heads over to Terry at the count of three. He lifts Terry up, breaking the count, and sets him up in a reverse DDT before nailing him with a reverse twist of fate!)

HS: "Assassinator! Terry’s been hit with the Assassinator and Christianson has been taken out by that massive DDT!"

FJ: "No! The new guy can’t win this!"

(Chris raises his arms in victory, sitting down onto the bench opposite of the broken one. His face is covered in blood, much like Christianson’s was, and he looks like he’s about to die right there, but he has a smile on his face. The count keeps going: five…six…seven…eight…Chris suddenly stops smiling as he sees BOTH men start to get up! The count reaches nine, but both Christianson and Terry have reached their feet!)

HS: "I can’t believe it! Both of those men have lost tons of blood, but somehow they have both gotten to their feet before a ten count!"

FJ: "I told you it was going to be a loooooong night!"

(Terry and Jeff both look at Chris, who is just holding his head with both his hands, in complete disbelief! However, he does realize this is actually happening as soon as Terry takes his head and slams it straight into a stall. Freytag’s head penetrated the wooden wall of the stall, straight through to his shoulders! Terry turns and Christianson does the same thing to him, right beside Freytag! Christianson looks around and goes over to a locker that actually has a lock on it. He unlocks it, apparently knowing the code, and pulls out a bag. He reaches into the bag and pulls out a pair of boots!)

HS: "Christianson has boots too!"

FJ: "Well, he is always the guy watching the old tapes and he must have watched the Canadian Death Match Terry had with Logan."

(Christianson removes his skates and puts on his boots with a sigh of relief from the pain of walking around on concrete in skates. He reaches back into the back into the locker and pulls out…a hockey stick! Terry and Freytag are both still dazed, their heads still caught within the stall’s wall. Christianson uses the opportunity to step up beside both of them and hold his hockey stick like a baseball bat. He winds up and SMACKS his hockey stick across the backsides of both men, bringing them back to life! The stick breaks and Christianson smirks as he walks away from the two, who are now trying to remove their heads from the stall. They don’t get a chance to do so, though, as Christianson takes a running start and drop kicks both of them from behind. The stall gives under the momentum of both men being shoves and the whole wall just falls forward and breaks with the weight of both Terry and Freytag! Freytag is lucky, just falling to the floor. Terry, however, lands his head straight into the toilet!)

FJ: "Terry’s been shit-faced!"

HS: "Frank! Don’t use that language!"

FJ: "I’m sorry, I just had to!"

(Jeff gets a good laugh out of Terry’s flailing escape of the toilet bowl. Terry stumbles back and Christianson’s game face is back on. Christianson locks in a sleeper hold on Terry as he stumbles back! Terry starts to fade quickly, the loss of blood boosting the effectiveness of the hold greatly. He starts to go limp and Christianson just lets go, allowing gravity to take Terry down to the floor. Freytag is now getting up from the debris of what used to be a wall of a bathroom stall. He too stumbles back, but when Christianson goes for a sleeper hold, Freytag catches him with an arm twist and converts it into a fameasser to the locker room floor! Freytag gets up and just swings his arms out, signaling that it’s over. However, Terry has other plans as he is regaining consciousness behind Freytag. The count reaches seven, but stops there. Freytag is confused for a moment, but he figures out why it has stopped as Terry grabs his head and shoves him face first into a locker, denting the door in a good few inches. Terry kicks Freytag in the gut and gives him a SECOND Thunder Stunner!)

HS: "Well, that HAS to be it"

FJ: "Nope…Christianson isn’t done yet according to Terry."

(Terry picks up Christianson, who is barely able to walk along with Terry as the two exit the locker room. Terry continues to walk along with Christianson in a headlock, heading back out to the ice. However, he takes a turn and heads up the steps, into the stands instead!)

HS: "Oh no. That is not a good place to be for either of them."

FJ: "Why not? It provides more chance of injury!"

HS: "Exactly. It was in the first Canadian Death Match that Jack Happy fell from an upper tier of the stands to a lower tier, putting him into a comma for a very long time."

FJ: "Well, he’s back and fine now. So stop complaining about it!"

(Terry brings Jeff into the fourth row of seats and picks him up, then body slams him into some seats in the third row! The seats collapse under Christianson, creating a pile of body and chairs. Terry turns his back to them, but then leaps up to the chair in front of him and springboards off into a moonsault onto the downed Christianson! Terry lands it perfectly and he simply rolls back up to his feet, carefully avoiding a fall into the second row. He picks Christianson up and grabs him by the head before looking out to the ice.)

HS: "What is Terry going to do here…?"

FJ: "I don’t know, but I have a feeling I’m going to like it!"

(Terry nods and gets that same evil smirk on his face that we saw earlier in the week. He spins around and looks to throw Christianson from the third row to the boards, but Christianson grabs a broken chair and smacks it across the face of Terry before he can do so! Terry lets go of Christianson, which causes Christianson to be thrown to the side, ending up crashing three more chairs as he lands in the second row. Terry drops but, unfortunately for Christianson, he lands in a seated position on a nearby chair. Jeff is slowing rolls to his hands and knees after what would have been a six count. However, it turns out it wouldn’t have mattered as Freytag has appeared up in the fourth row. We see he has also put boots on now, apparently having stowed away his own pair too!)

HS: "Well, I guess Chris watched that Canadian Death Match too! Now all three men have boots on instead of skates. There gloves and helmets have been gone for a while. The hockey equipment seems to be lessening as we keep going on through this match!"

(Freytag walks over to Christianson, who is now getting up to his feet. Freytag grabs one of the broken chairs on his way down to the second row and looks for a chair shot, but Christianson ducks under it! Christianson then gives Freytag a giant low blow for his efforts! Freytag hunches over and Christianson grabs him. Christianson takes a few spins to get momentum before he leaps from the second row, into the glass above the boards, through the glass and onto the ice; All the while, he hits Freytag with a giant spinebuster in the process!)

CROWD: "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!"

HS: "I can’t believe he just did that! There’s glass everywhere! Both men are down!"

FJ: "That’s two "H-S" chants in one match! Will we see a third?"

(The ten count starts: One... Two… Three… Four… Five… Six… Christianson is able to get to his feet at seven! Unfortunately, Terry has reached his feet well before then, having watched the devastating spinebuster from the stands. He now has one of those chairs in his hand and he puts a big dent in it with Christianson’s skull! Christianson drops like a rock and the ten count begins once more! One… Two… Three… Four… Five… Six… Seven… Eight… Chris Freytag gets up to his feet! Terry can’t believe it as he turns around with disgust!)

HS: "Well, Terry and Jeff did it earlier, but now Chris has risen up from what we thought would be a sure knockout!"

FJ: "These guys rock!"

HS: "They certainly have a lot of heart! I’ll give them that."

(Terry turns around and shakes his head as he drops the steel chair on the ice. Freytag is having a hard time balancing on boots on the ice with what he recently went through, but Terry seems to be doing fine, all things considered. Terry is able to grab Freytag by the head and pull him over to the chair again, accept, when Terry looks back the chair has gone. Terry looks up and gets NAILED with the steel chair, courtesy of Jeff Christianson! Jeff drops the chair and looks over to the bench he visited earlier. He sees there is still a giant pile of sticks there and walks over cautiously, as to not slip on the ice. Christianson reaches the hockey sticks, but Freytag has been following him and Christianson’s skull is re-introduced into that lovely steel chair again! Freytag tosses the now mangled chair away and falls down to his hands and knees. He crawls towards the hockey sticks, unable to see Terry walks over as well! Jeff starts to turn to his stomach and he takes a hold of the hockey stick he was originally grabbing. Freytag reaches the pile, as does Terry, and they both get a hockey stick in their hands. All three men struggle up to their feet and then WHACK! All three men drop to the ice, not moving afterwards. Three broken hockey sticks fall beside them.)

HS: "My God! All three men just got blasted with a hockey stick to their heads! Chris hit Jeff, Jeff hit Terry and Terry hit Chris! All three men are down and the ten count is starting!"

(None of the three men are moving at all as the ten count starts.)

HS: "One!"

FJ: "Two!"

HS: "Three"

FJ: "Four!"

HS: "Five!"

FJ: "Six!"

HS: "Seven!"

(Suddenly, all three men seem to have life as they all move around.)

FJ: "Eight!"

(All three men roll over to their hands and knees, desperately trying to meet the ten count. Their faces are simply red, not a single patch of skin showing through the blood on either of them.)

HS: "Nine!"

(Jeff suddenly pushes himself up to his feet as the other two faint for good.)

HS & FJ: "TEN!!!"

HS: "Jeff Christianson has won the first ever triple threat Canadian Death Match! He’s the NEW AWA cruiserweight champion!"

FJ: "Well, he certainly didn’t stay up for long."

(Jeff, after pushing himself up to his feet, just falls back down to join the others. "My Life" by The Geto Boys blares over the PA system, but no one is celebrating as all three men just lay on the ice, puddles of blood under their heads.)

HS: "All three men gave everything they had!"

FJ: "But there could only be one winner and Jeff Christianson was that winner!"

HS: "That may be the result on the scorecard, but I think all of the men lost much more than any victory could give them."

(We cut to another graphic with the face of Nathan Hawthorne-Lee on the left and the face of Brian Stevens on the right. It's a close up of their faces and they are both expressing anger.)

Nathan Hawthorne-Lee wins AWA World Title from Brian Stevens - AWA Vortex, February 26th, 2006, Boston, MA, Fleet Center

(A bloodied Stevens rolls off NHL and then onto his back and both men lie on the mat. Stevens starts to slowly crawl towards the barbed wire ladder. He reaches it and slowly gets to his feet. He looks over and NHL is now on his stomach. Stevens grabs the ladder and picks it up. He gets it in battering ram position and waits for Nathan to get to his feet. NHL gets up, with his back to Stevens. He is slow to turn around, but then Stevens rams NHL in the stomach with the ladder's head. Immediately there is some blood coming from NHL's stomach. Stevens rams NHL there again, and there is a little more blood coming from there. Stevens then hits NHL in the chest, and we see some blood starting to pour out from the ripped flesh on NHL's chest. Then, Stevens winds up and cracks NHL in the skull! NHL falls to the mat and then onto his stomach. Stevens walks over to NHL with the ladder and starts to pound it into NHL's back and we see blood starting to pool in the lower part of NHL's back and run down the sides. NHL rolls over onto his back and then Stevens drives it down onto NHL's chest, but NHL rolls out of the way at the last second. Brian then follows NHL again and tries, but NHL rolls out of the ring. Stevens drops the ladder and follows NHL to the outside.)

HS: "Both men are battered and bloody. NHL has some blood running down the left side of his face where he received most of the blow. There is blood coming from all over his upper torso. It's an absolute warzone."

FJ: "And let's not forget the AWA Heavyweight Champion's injuries. He's got lacerations on his face and abdomen."

HS: "And this war is over the most coveted prize in the AWA. These two men are putting it all on the line for a chance to walk out of here as the best wrestler in our company."

FJ: "In my eyes, I think that both men here deserve the title after this display."

HS: "Non-biased? Are you feeling ok?"

FJ: "What?! I can't be impressed?"

HS: "You can, you just never show it."

FJ: "Well sooorry!"

(Stevens grabs NHL and whips him into the ring and NHL's back connects with great force and he falls to the ground. Stevens brings NHL to his feet and rolls him into the ring. Stevens slides in and picks up NHL and lifts him into the air and connects with a stalling cross-legged brainbuster.)

FJ: "Stevens hit the SlapShot?"

HS: "No, not exactly. He has a modified brainbuster in his own arsenal, but there's no doubt that Nathan's brainbuster is slightly more powerful and effective."

(Stevens waits for NHL to get to his feet, but when NHL is up to one knee, Stevens runs towards NHL and misses with an attempted enziguri. NHL brings Stevens to his feet and whips him into the ropes, but Stevens counters it and NHL goes into the ropes instead. Stevens leaps at NHL and grabs his head and spins around like a tornado DDT, only instead of hitting the DDT, Brian lifts NHL into the air for the North Star Driver, but NHL slips down and pushes Stevens into the ropes. On the way back, NHL kicks Stevens in the gut and lifts him into the air. NHL brings Stevens' head down onto the ladder!)

HS: "THE SLAPSHOT!"

FJ: "NHL COVERS! ONE...TWO...THREE!!"

HS: "NHL has done it! NHL has put Stevens away like he said he was going to do. Stevens just didn't have it in him to defeat NHL. The third time was not the charm tonight!"

FJ: "And not only that, but NHL has just captured his FIRST AWA World Heavyweight Championship!"

(From the back, we see Sarah Hawthorne walk out and she's clapping every step of the way. NHL doesn't see her because he's standing on the second turnbuckle holding his AWA World Heavyweight Championship into the air, showing it off to the fans. Sarah has to go around the ring to climb up the only set of ring steps left, and she does it in front of NHL's turnbuckle. She enters the ring and hugs her bloodied husband. She raises his arm into the air as NHL drops to his knees, admiring the AWA World Title that he holds in his hands.)

HS: "Ladies and gentlemen, tonight, Nathan Hawthorne-Lee, the GOOD NHL has defeated his former partner in Damage Inc., Brian Stevens, to add the AWA World Heavyweight title to his already impressive list of AWA Championships."

HS: "That was a fantastic night for Nathan Hawthorne-Lee. He won his first AWA World title that night and even though he faced tough odds against he administration, he was a good World Champion."

FJ: "Not as good as Brian Stevens was."

HS: "Well, I guess tonight we'll find out who is the better man."

FJ: "Hell yeah!"

(We cut backstage and find Larry Porter standing by…)

LARRY PORTER: "We are just MOMENTS away from the HIGHY ANTICIPATED Dog Collar match that will pit Nathan Hawthorne-Lee against Brian Stevens in something I personally feel is the GRUDGE MATCH OF THE CENTURY! Joining me at this time with Sarah Hawthorne by his side is none other than "THE SENSATION!" "THE PUNK ROCK PHENOM!" Ladies and Gentlemen, THIS is "The Sensational" Brian Stevens!"

(On screen steps Brian Stevens with Sarah Hawthorne. Stevens is dressed for his match with his track jacket unzipped, exposing his athletically toned body. With a confident look on his face, Stevens approaches Porter with his arm around his breathtaking prize in Sarah Hawthorne.)

LP: "Brian, what are your feelings about tonight’s contest?"

BRIAN STEVENS: "My feelings are simply, Porter. TONIGHT is the last night in one of the GREATEST stories EVER told in the sport of Professional Wrestling! A tale SO violent! So controversial! I mean, how fitting that we end our war at the GRANDEST stage available in the ENTIRE sport, Nathan! How fitting that all this blood and suffering reaches it’s conclusion TONIGHT in Sydney! TONIGHT is the BIGGEST night this sport has EVER seen! Tonight is CLASSIC!"

(Brian grabs the microphone from Larry Porter and shoves him away.)

BRIAN STEVENS: "Nathan! I’m ready! I’ve already made MY reservations at the finest Hospital in right here in Sydney! I fully expect to bleed and to bruise and to come as close to death as humanly possible! But you, Nathan! Tonight, you DIE! Tonight, I SLAM close the story book! Tonight, I KILL your happy ending!"

(Brian smirks perversely at the camera before walking off hand-in-hand with his prize, Sarah Hawthorne. However, from out of the blue walks JANE FONDA!!! Jane is all smiles and she quickly grabs Brian’s hand.)

JANE FONDA: "Oh, my God! You’re Brian Stevens!!"

BRIAN STEVENS: "Uhh…yeah. Who the fuck are you?"

(Jane Fonda looks absolutely SHOCKED and appalled.)

JANE FONDA: "ME!? I’m Jane Fonda!"

BRIAN STEVENS: "Oh, snap! What the fuck happened to your face!?"

SARAH HAWTHORNE: "Um…wait. Brian. WHO is Jane Fonda?"

BRIAN STEVENS: "Well, Ms. Fonda here is ALSO known as "Hanoi Jane". She went over to Vietnam were Soldiers were fighting and dying and had the fucking GULL to denounce the fact that these young men were dying by the dozens, be it willing OR unwillingly. Besides that, she’s an Oscar winning actress. Was married to Ted Turner. And turns out that her face has recently been struck with a fucking MACK truck!"

SARAH HAWTHORNE: "Yikes."

(Jane Fonda is ready to KILL somebody.)

JANE FONDA: "You better LEARN yourself some manners, Mr. Stevens!"

BRIAN STEVENS: "Listen, you slimy cunt muscle! Get the FUCK out of my face before I knock your teeth down your miserable throat!"

(Suddenly, in the background we hear a loud "GRUNT" sound.)

JANE FONDA: "What the hell was that?"

(Stevens closes his eyes and shakes his head…he knows what’s coming.)

BRIAN STEVENS: "…shit."

JANE FONDA: "WHAT!?"

(Sarah smiles politely and takes a few steps back. Suddenly, a shadow appears over Jane Fonda.)

ONSLAUGHT: "Bombs away, bitch!"

(SMASH!!!! Jane Fonda gets taken out by a crate from above! VINTAGE Damage, Inc.!! Onslaught laughs and he jumps down from the ledge and grins.)

BRIAN STEVENS: "Are you goddamn serious with this?"

(Onslaught scoffs at Stevens. He gets down on his hands and knees and gets right in Jane Fonda’s unconscious face.)

ONSLAUGHT: "BOOF, BITCH!"

SARAH HAWTHORNE: "I…think she’s dead."

ONSLAUGHT: "Damn, B! I hope so!"

(Brian Stevens throws his head back, knowing he'll get shit for this and lets out a sigh. Meanwhile, Onslaught gives Jane Fonda a wet wily and laughs as he stands to his feet. Onslaught has just become the biggest "Good Guy" in the history of not only wrestling...but life in general. We cut back to Herb and Frank.)

FJ: "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

HS: "Wow, she gets beat up last night then tonight again."

FJ: "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

HS: "I guess it’s not her weekend. Everyone, don’t go anywhere, because we have more from last night’s Award and Hall of Fame Ceremony!"

(We next cut to the AWA Awards Ceremony and we see Sarah Hawthorne, decked out in a nice, expensive dress, walk onto the stage with an envelope and plaque in her hand.)

SARAH: "Over the past year the AWA has seen some ups and we've seen some downs. But, in that time period, we have seen epic battles and we've seen huge wars. Some are finished for good and some still questionable. Tonight, we honor the sacrifices of these individuals as we announce the Feud of the Year! The nominees are...

Anti-AWA / The Administration vs. Pro-AWA / Team Gray...

Brian Williams vs. John Williams...

The Excellent Master Tacticians vs. The Paramedics...

Nathan Hawthorne-Lee vs. Brian Stevens...

Orlando Ortega vs. The Fish.

And the winner is..."

(We hear another drum roll as Sarah opens the envelope.)

SARAH: "Hmm...Nathan Hawthorne-Lee vs. Brian Stevens!"

(We cut to Stevens who has leaped up from his chair and he's walking to the stage with his 'Rulebreaker' Award. We see NHL getting up from his seat next to the lovely Jessica Kassle, and he makes his way to the stage. Brian's standing on the left side of the podium and NHL's standing on the right. NHL grabs his award from Sarah and Brian grabs the same one.)

STEVENS: "Let go of MY award."

NHL: "Pipe down before I put you down."

STEVENS: "Make me?"

NHL: "I would, but you would probably run away scared!"

(NHL rips the award out of Brian's hand. Brian takes the other award from Sarah and then cops a feel of her right breast.)

STEVENS: "Miss this?"

(We see Gray come out on stage with some security.)

GRAY: "ENOUGH! Brian and Sarah, you are dismissed."

(They stand there and look at Gray."

GRAY: "Did I stutter? I said take a hike or enjoy a hefty fine!"

(Stevens flips off President Gray as he and Sarah head to their table.)

GRAY: "Nathan, since this is your first award, I will allow you to speak."

NHL: "Thanks. Now, this plaque, to me, is just more than wood and metal. It's more than words engraved into it. This plaque represents the hardest points of my life, but it also represents the hard work and dedication I use in trying to rid the AWA of that pathetic pile of trash, Brian Stevens, and that whore of a wife of mine, Sarah. I would like to sincerely thank the fans for their votes and decision in this award. I will try to make this up to you all tomorrow night when I hold true to my promise!"

(NHL raises his plaque into the air as he leaves the stage. We then see Herb Summers entering the stage to present the next award.)

HS: "Ladies and gentlemen, the Match of The Year is a match that will live on in AWA lore. For years, the participants of the Match Of The Year winners have referenced their great matches. But not only they did so, many other people did so. As many great matches as are presented on every AWA show week in and week out, there are only a handful of matches that have become the stuff of legend themselves. Weston Steel versus Crimson Dream. Drake Hyde versus Low. Mortis Valley versus Low, two years in a row. The Hell Bowl Chamber, two years in a row."

"Tonight, another match will be added to that list of legends. The nominations for Match Of The Year are...

AWA Classic, Orlando Ortega vs. The Fish

AWA Classic, Damage Inc. vs. Bad Blood, Double Dog Collar

AWA Classic, Whisper vs. The Legendary Low, Iron Man Match

Last Man Standing, Jeff Christianson vs. Brian Stevens, Low Rules

Last Man Standing, The Legendary Low vs. The Fish, Title vs. Title

Hell On Earth, The Excellent Master Tacticians vs. The Paramedics

Hell On Earth, Brian Stevens vs. Brian Williams vs. John Williams vs. Jeff Christianson vs. NHL vs. Andreas Lasiewicz, Hell Bowl Chamber

Vortex, Jonathon Lightning vs. The Legendary Low, Steel Cage Match

Vortex, Brian Stevens vs. Nathan Hawthorne-Lee, Stairway To Hell

Springs And Breaks, Nathan Hawthorne-Lee, Travis Gray, Jeff Christianson & Cynder vs. The Legendary Low, Lars Fredrickson, Brian Stevens & Richard O. Dickinson III, War Games

No More Drama, Brian Williams vs. John Williams, Last Man Standing

King Of The Kage, Brian Williams vs. The Hangman

King Of The Kage, Brian Stevens vs. The Legendary Low, Hell In A Cell."

"And the award goes to..."

(Gray opens the envelope.)

HS: "THE HELL BOWL CHAMBER!"

LOW: "WHAT THE FUCK!!!"

(An enraged Low jumps off of his chair and pushes his table over, obviously not happy that his streak of winning this award has ended after winning it every year since 2001. He storms out of the banquet hall. The audience again begins to applaud as several of the participants get up from their seats.)

HS: "Gentlemen, please stay at your tables. After what we've just seen with that whole Stevens-Hawthorne-Lee love and hate triangle, I have been told that to avoid another disruption of this nice evening, all the winners of this award should stay at their tables and AWA representatives will bring you your plaques. Also, I have been told that John Williams cannot be here tonight due to transportation problems."

(The people in attendance boo that announcement, while AWA officials walk past Herb with award plaques in their hands. Herb keeps Andreas Lasiewicz’s plaque as the officials hand their plaques to the other participants - Nathan Hawthorne-Lee, Brian Williams, John Williams, Jeff Christianson and the winner, Brian Stevens.)

HS: "Still some hostilities in the NHL and Brian Stevens saga."

FJ: "Really? I don’t think it will ever be calm."

HS: "And the Hell Bowl Chamber is, yet again, the Match of the Year in the AWA for 2006!"

(Once again, we go to highlights from the careers of Brian Williams and The Legendary Low. We revisit one moment that played a big role in both men's careers - Hell Bowl 2005.)

(Low pulls Williams up to his feet and hits his face for a second time. Williams sinks down to one knee, but Low pulls him back up, leans him against the ropes and sends him back into the ring with the third glass-covered fist. Low follows Williams back into the ring and covers. He gets 1..... 2..... and a kick out! The fans cheer for Williams!)

HS: "Williams is going to fight to regain his World title."

(Low now climbs onto the top rope as Williams slowly gets up and turns around. Low comes off the ropes and nails Williams with a glass-covered axe handle.)

FJ: "You can just see the skin peeling away from Williams' forehead."

(Low now walks over to Williams' legs and picks them up. He steps over, turns Williams around and applies the Low Profile!)

FJ: "The Low Profile! This has won Low many matches!"

HS: "But will it win him this one? Listen to the fans screaming for Williams to fight out of it!"

FJ: "It's surreal, Herb, truly surreal that they would cheer for a two-time murderer!"

HS: "Gimme a break!"

(Williams is obviously in a lot of pain as blood pours down his face and onto the once-blue mat. However, he is actually able to power up and lift his upper body! Low loses his balance and drops to the mat, releasing the Low Profile in the process as the fans go wild.)

HS: "I can't believe he still powered out of the Low Profile at this stage in this match!"

(Low pulls Williams onto his feet, but suddenly Williams explodes with an array of lefts and rights to Low's stomach, finally sending him down with a right to Low's head. He Irish whips Low into the ropes and goes for a big boot, but Low slides through his legs and the applies the crossface chickenwing!)

FJ: "Low Standard! Low Standard!"

HS: "But Williams fights it!"

(Williams tries to bend forward and throw Low over his shoulder, but Low is able to avoid this. Williams, though, uses his free arm to repeatedly elbow Low into the side of his head, forcing him to release the Low Standard. Williams spins around Low, hooks Low's left arm for a half nelson and goes for Fate's Reprisal, but Low uses his right glass-covered fist and hits Williams right into the face and onto his possibly broken nose, once, twice, three times, until Williams is forced to release Fate's Reprisal. Low grabs Williams by the head and sends him over with a snapmare, but Williams is quickly back on his feet. Low with a kick to Williams gut and then the Low Stunner! Low crawls over to Williams and covers. He gets 1..... 2..... 3! Brian Williams is eliminated! Low wins!)

FJ: "New Champion! New Champion!"

HS: "Low has finally pinned Brian Williams fifteen months after their first meeting and eleven after their last. Low is now for the sixth time the World Heavyweight Champion!"

(The vast majority of the fans boo as "Metal Machine Music, Part 4" begins to play. Low gets up to his knees with an exhausted look on his face. The referee hands him the World title belt and Low clutches it and holds it to his chest.)

HS: "We have witnessed one of the most brutal matches in AWA history. Each of these men will feel their bodies tomorrow morning. Some of them might not wrestle for a long time, all of them have left several months of their careers inside this Chamber, but only one man walks out the World Heavyweight Champion, and that man, ladies and gentlemen, is Low!"

(We then go to another match in the Low-Williams series, Vortex 2005, the Low Rules Match.)

(The bell rings to signal the start of the fifth round. Low now becomes the aggressor as he immediately walks over to Williams, who is still leaning in his corner. Low attacks with a series of knife edge chops. Williams attempts to counter with a kick to Low's midsection, but Low is able to hold on to Williams' foot. He pulls Williams into the middle of the ring and then sweeps Williams' leg out from under him, using his own leg and causing Williams to drop to the mat. Low goes for the Low Profile again, but Williams rolls him up and gets 1..... 2..... NO! Close kick out!)

HS: "The fans are going nuts, Williams escaped the Low Profile this time!"

FJ: "But Low seems to have gotten a second wind. This has got to be the adrenaline as Low is like a Rottweiler stuck to his victim!"

(Low pulls Williams up and applies a hammer lock once again. However, he simply pushes Williams forward and into the corner with the exposed turnbuckle. The referee warns Low as the fans soundly boo him.)

HS: "Low is risking this round by going for this cheap tactic."

FJ: "Wrong, Herb, he is sacrificing a few points in order to get the final edge."

(As Williams staggers towards Low, Low grabs Williams' left arm and reaches around his head to apply the chicken wing crossface.)

FJ: "Low Standard! He's got him! The Low Standard!"

HS: "Not quite! Williams is not on the mat yet and Low has trouble bringing him down!"

(Williams successfully avoids Low dropping him to the mat, but he cannot counter the chicken wing crossface. He tries to hit Low with a series of elbows, but Low is able to move his head out of the way.)

HS: "This is how Williams countered the Standard at Hell On Earth! It doesn't work today!"

(Finally, Williams frees himself with one powerful elbow to Low's head. Williams sneaks up behind Low and goes for the half nelson. He tries to lock his arm around Low's chin, but Low gets his arm up to counter.)

HS: "Williams going for Fate's Reprisal! This is just like Hell On Earth! Low counters!"

(Low is able to pull Williams over in a hip toss-like maneuver. Williams charges Low but is met by a kick to his stomach. Low goes for the Low Stunner, but Williams pushes him into the ropes. Low ducks Williams' clothesline attempt, kick to the midsection, Low Stunner! Low covers and gets 1..... 2..... 3!)

HS: "No! Nooooo!"

FJ: "Damnit!"

HS: "Williams grabbed the bottom rope!"

FJ: "I can't believe it!"

(The entire Air Canada Centre is on its feet now. They, too, felt this was the end. They are chanting Williams' name as he is slowly making his way to his feet. Low is in a complete rage now as he yells at the referee and grabs him by his shirt's collar.)

HS: "Low is risking valuable points at this stage in the match by grabbing the referee!"

(Williams is slowly making his way back up. Low is waiting behind him, apparently preparing for yet another Low Stunner. The fans are chanting for Williams to be careful. Williams finally makes his way up. As he turns around Low connects with another kick to the stomach and goes for the Stunner, but Williams holds on, hooks Low's head and hits a reverse evenflow DDT!)

HS: "Blinded Fate! Blinded Fate!"

(Williams crawls over, hooks Low's leg and the referee counts 1..... 2..... 3! Brian Williams regains the World title!)

FJ: "Noooooo!"

HS: "It's over! The match is over! Brian Williams defeated The Legendary Low in his own match to win his third World Heavyweight title!"

(The atmosphere is at a fever pitch as the Air Canada Centre explodes with cheers! Fireworks go off as "Orion" begins to play. The referee hands the belt to the sitting Williams as the ring announcer proclaims Brian Williams the three-time AWA World Champion.)

HS: "And, coincidentally, that’s the last match Low won for Match of the Year."

FJ: "You better not say that out loud or he will belt you one."

HS: "Watching these videos still can’t get rid of the fact that ONE of those men will lose their job tonight."

FJ: "In any case, it should be one HELL of a match Herb. Probably another Match of the Year candidate. But, I know what it’s time for!"

HS: "Frank, from Jimmy Conway to Logan Alexander, the United States Championship has had a long and illustrious tenure here in the American Wrestling Alliance. In fact, many argue that because this is theAmerican Wrestling Alliance, the US Title is the most prestigious."

FJ: "Some of AWA’s most memorable battles have been over the title, with AWA legends holding it."

HS: "Drake Hyde, Low, Jack Happy, Jeff Christianson, and many, many more all have held the United States championship in their careers with pride. Logan Alexander has had three separate reigns himself, and established himself already as one of the best US Champions in AWA history."

FJ: "How can you say that, Herb? He’s Canadian… he’s an insult to the US Title!"

HS: "His current reign reaches all the way back to April, giving him sole ownership of the second longest US Title reign in AWA history, second only to John Williams mind boggling 168 day championship reign."

FJ: "That reign appears in serious jeopardy tonight, though, as Logan faces the always deadly Snake."

HS: "Well, Snake returned recently, and he instantly has made a splash. A few weeks ago, he made an open challenge to Logan Alexander for this match. Ever the fighting champion, Logan Alexander accepted, and Travis Gray booked the match."

FJ: "But not before a vicious assault from Snake to drive his point home. Since then, these two have been at one another’s throat, and I can think of no more fitting match than a no disqualifications contest."

HS: "Snake is very dangerous in these types of match, and his brutal matches with Brian Williams come to mind. But Logan Alexander has seen it all and is fast becoming AWA’s best young superstar. He has a cruiserweight title reign and a tag title to go along with his three United States championships. His future is most certainly bright."

FJ: "But it looks bleak tonight, because Snake is opposite him."

HS: "This one promises to be a brawl, but it could go either way. Who will leave Classic tonight the United States Champion? We’ll find out… right now!"

FJ: "Here comes the challenger… the deadly SNAKE!"

(The chords of ‘Animal I Have Become’ hit the PA system and the lights dim around the arena and the area hears "Someone help me tame this animal I have become…" Snake bursts through the curtains his trench flaring out around him and Monica strutting along behind. He stands on the stage a moment with Monica wrapped around his back staring at the crowd. When he finally moves, he makes his way to the ring and jumps onto the apron landing with a single foot and sliding between the second and top rope. Once in the ring Monica drops to her knees in front of Snake but facing away and raises her hands to touch his stomach and chest. Snake spreads his arms and a massive pyro goes off behind them.)

HS: "He definitely looks prepared."

FJ: "Snake looks serious tonight. Logan better bring his A game."

HS: "Logan Alexander always brings his A game, Frank."

(‘In the End’ by Linkin Park starts to play through the arena. As the actual lyrics start, Logan steps out onto the entrance ramp carrying a Canadian flag over one shoulder. He stops near the top of the ramp and raises one arm hoisting the flag up over his head as the crowd cheers wildly for him. He spreads his arms wide displaying the United States and Intercontinental titles around his waist, one resting above the other. Logan starts walking down the ramp glancing towards the ring with the flag back over his shoulder. Once at ringside, he climbs the ring steps and places the Canadian flag in the nearest corner, before entering the ring between the top and second rope. He walks around to each side of the ring soaking up the cheers from the crowd and encouraging them to continue. He removes his jacket and drops it to the outside of the ring, then removes his titles. He walks over to the referee handing over both belts before turning his attention towards his Snake.)

HS: "And here we go… US TITLE ON THE LINE!"

(The ref calls for the bell and the match officially begins. It begins without much hesitation as Snake instantly goes for Logan with a clothesline. Logan ducked it narrowly and looks for a dropkick on the turn-around, but Snake swats away the feet of Logan before they can make contact. Logan quickly rolls back up to his feet, but Snake doesn’t let him fully gain his footing before he takes him down with a shoulder block. Logan gets up and Snake is there to take him down with a clothesline that connects. Logan once again gets up, but Snake once again puts him down with a big boot! Logan rolls away from Snake’s attempt to pick him up and gets to his feet himself. Snake turns and Logan is there with a snap mare takeover. Snake lands in a seated position and Logan puts on a sleeper hold right away.)

HS: "What a quick start to the match folks! Snake seems to be the aggressor here, keeping Logan off his feet, but Logan has finally grounded him here."

FJ: "Snake wants this title, Herb. He wants the victory and he is going to push for it, no matter what the cost. He has made that clear this week."

HS: "That is certain, but Logan has also made it clear that he does not intend on relinquishing the title. Logan wants this victory as much as Snake does and he has also made it clear that he will not hold back anything in this no-DQ match."

(Snake tries to fight out of the sleeper, but Logan has made it that much harder by putting him in a seated position, forcing Snake to roll over to his knees first. However, Snake is able to do just that and soon he begins to get to a vertical base. Logan releases the sleeper hold when he sees this and instantly drops down for a chop block to the back of Snake’s left knee. Snake drops down to his knee, but doesn’t fall. Logan fixes this with an inverted DDT that sees Snake’s left leg torque into an awkward position! Logan, like a shark smelling blood, turns Snake over and hits a knee breaker on the left knee. Snake is now grasping at it with both hands, trying to relieve the pain, but Logan quickly steps over Snake and applies a half Boston crab on the same leg!)

HS: "Logan is using his technical know-how to really injure that left leg of Snake’s!"

FJ: "Snake is a tough guy. He’ll power out of this, no problem. He is a submission specialist himself, so he knows how to get out of these situations."

(Frank finally gets something right as Snake uses his much larger body to throw Logan off with a quick roll to the right. Logan rolls back up to his feet, but Snake has surprisingly gotten up to his feet just as quickly. Logan rushes in for a drop kick to the injured knee of Snake, but Snake scouts the move and side-steps it. Logan skids, but then bounces into the ropes to recover his momentum. However, this same momentum brings him right into a neckbreaker from Snake. Snake then quickly exits the ring and lifts up the apron. He starts rummaging under the ring and finds a table, pulling it out to a loud cheer!)

HS: "It looks like Snake is going to be the first to bring foreign objects into the match. The crowd is cheering him for it!"

FJ: "They want to see the hardcore action, Herb! I’m beginning to like it in Australia!"

(Snake slides the table into the ring under the bottom ropes as Logan gets up from the neckbreaker. Snake rolls into the ring himself and goes to set up the table, but Logan catches him with a spinning heel kick before he can do so. With Snake on the ground, Logan quickly grabs a hold of his legs and steps over for the Chaos Breaker! Snake doesn’t let this happen though as he kicks Logan off with his overwhelming leg strength. Logan flies back into the ropes and Snake cuts off his return with a powerful clothesline! Snake immediately heads back to the table and sets it up in the middle of the ring. As soon as Logan gets to his feet Snake goes for an Irish whip into the ropes parallel to the table. Logan reverses and throws Snake into the ropes instead, looking for a flatliner-style Russian leg sweep. The table explodes as Snake uses his supreme power and height to lift Logan from his feet and give him a giant side slam through the table! Snake covers!)

HS: "Logan had just been DRIVEN through that table! The ring is covered in splinters!"

FJ: "One! Two! Yes!!! Logan kicks out and the carnage continues!"

(Snake just shakes his head, chuckling to himself as he slithers away under the bottom ropes. He once again goes under the apron, finding yet another table. He slides it in under the bottom ropes, but then continues to look underneath the ring. He pulls out a garbage can and its lid, throwing both into the ring as well. He’s still no done, however, as he continues to rummage under the ring. Logan has now rolled onto his stomach and is crawling to the ropes. Snake finds the last piece of equipment, for now, as he gets up from under the ring, lead pipe in hand.)

HS: "Snake has taken a trip to the hardware store and he’s gone on a spending spree!"

FJ: "Look at all that stuff! This is going to be sweet!"

(The ref finally removes the broken table from the ring, kicking away the majority of the splinters as well. Logan has also reached the ropes and is now using them to get to his feet again. Snake, meanwhile, is rolling back into the ring under the bottom ropes with a smile on his face and a lead pipe in his hand. Snake stalks Logan as Logan finally reaches a vertical base with the ropes’ help. Logan turns and instantly ducks the lead pipe shot from Snake, wrapping his arms around Snake’s waste and tossing him over his head with a release German suplex afterwards! The lead pipe gets tosses towards one of the corners in the process.)

HS: "Logan still has some fight left in him, despite that crushing side slam he took through the table."

FJ: "He’s got some fight in him, I’ll give him that. But, Snake has a LOT of fight in him!"

(Snake is now getting to his feet, only stunned momentarily by the German suplex. Logan is reaching his feet at the same pace, still recovering from crashing through that table it seems. Both reach their feet at the same time, but the challenger of the match is the one with the most drive it seems as Snake hits Logan with a forearm smash to the face. Logan goes reeling into the ropes and Snake takes a hold of him on the rebound. Snake starts to drive the wind out of Logan with multiple knees to the gut, each time driving his knee up just a little harder. Logan is trying to catch his breath when Snake stops and Snake quickly takes Logan over with a vertical suplex. With Logan grounded again, Snake looks around the ring of weapons. He sees the garbage can and takes it, then walks back over to Logan. Snake helps Logan up, rather aggressively at that, and slams the garbage can into his head! A big dent is created in the can, but Snake just turns the garbage can over to the other side and slams it over Logan’s head again! Logan drops down to a knee and Snake proceeds to place the garbage can over Logan’s body. With Logan trapped inside the garbage can all the way down to his waist, Snake takes a hold of him and spins around a few times. After gaining momentum Snake tosses Logan straight into the corner, the garbage can going directly through the middle and top turnbuckles and hitting the steel ring post. All the while, Logan is trapped inside and the contact with the steel ring post echoes throughout his body! Snake pulls Logan out from the twisted and compressed garbage can and pins him!)

HS: "This has to be it!"

FJ: "One! Two! Three!!!"

HS: "No! Logan gets a shoulder up at the last second! This match will continue, for better or for worse."

(Snake slams the mat and starts to argue with the referee about his counting speed, but the ref sticks by his decision. Snake gets up and looks around, seeing the second table and grinning widely. He walks over to it and picks it up, then props it up in the corner opposite of Logan. He then walks over to Logan, drags Logan over by the leg and helps him to his feet. Logan is looking unsteady as he wobbles slightly, but Snake soon takes him off his feet anyway, locking in a modified bearhug!)

HS: "No! Final Rites through the table!"

FJ: "Damnit! Logan got out with a stupid DDT!"

(Snake was about to give Logan his Final Rites but, out of desperation, Logan shifted his weight and took Snake down with a modified DDT. Snake rolled over to his stomach, holding his head, as Logan rolled over onto his. After a few moments of neither man getting up, both make there way over to the ropes. They both use the ropes to help themselves up, but Logan is the one to capitalize this time, with a garbage can lid to Snake’s face! Snake drops like a sack of potatoes and Logan quickly covers!)

HS: "What a shot!"

FJ: "One! Two! Thr-Snake kicks out!"

HS: "Another near fall, but the match continues!"

(Logan slams the mat himself now, but keep his cool and grabs the now dented garbage can lid. He runs into the ropes and takes a diving leap into a baseball slide, placing the garbage can lid in front of his feet, that hits a recovering Snake directly in the face! Snake is knocked under the bottom ropes and down to the floor outside the ring from the impact. Logan quickly follows, tossing the useless lid aside, and helps the dazed Snake to his feet. The champion then points to the crowd before whipping Snake straight into the steel guard rail! Snake hits back first, the back of his head whip-lashing into the steel afterwards. Snake begins to drop, but Logan catches him and is successful in hitting that inverted Russian leg sweep to the thin padding below. Snake rolls over and we see that his forehead has gone red from all the shots it has taken, but isn’t busted open yet. Logan sees this, taking note, and helps Snake back up again. This time Logan whips Snake straight into the steel steps, Snake’s legs taking the blow as Snake is sent flipping over to the other side! The top of the steps dislodge and Logan picks up the bottom portion. Snake hobbles up to his feet, the work of Logan from before coming back to haunt him now.)

HS: "Logan seems to have put the icing on the cake for Snake’s left knee now after Snake hit the steel steps knees first. Logan now has the bottom set of steps and we can only imagine what he is planning to do with those!"

FJ: "I’m going to guess he’s trying to inflict more pain on Snake."

HS: "Good guess, Frank."

(Logan stalks Snake as he continues to hobble about. Snake eventually turns back to Logan, who now rushes in with the steel steps in hand. Snake is able to side-step Logan and the steel steps hit the steel ring post instead. The sudden stop causes Logan to run straight into the steel steps himself! Logan stumbles back and Snake tosses him into the ring right away. Snake rolls in himself, grabbing that lead pipe from earlier. Logan gets to his feet as Snake anxiously awaits him to do so. Logan turns and BAM, Snake absolutely floors him with the lead pipe! Logan gets busted open on contact and Snake quickly covers Logan before he can recover!)

HS: "My God! That was a shot heard around the world!"

FJ: "One! Two! Thr-I can’t believe it!"

(Logan has gotten his shoulder up before the three count and Snake can’t believe it either! Snake starts to argue with the ref, holding his head as he half-limps around in anger. Snake finally decides to just go back to Logan and place his neck over the bottom rope. Snake then applies pressure with the lead pipe placed at the back of Logan’s neck, viscously choking him with the ropes!)

HS: "Snake has snapped I think!"

FJ: "This is a no-DQ match. He’s just using that to his advantage."

(The ref continues to tell Snake to stop, but he is powerless to do anything about it. Snake does eventually stop after what would have been a ten count and lets Logan gasp for air for a few moments on the canvas. Snake hovers overhead, lead pipe in hand, as Logan uses the ropes to pull himself up to his feet again. Snake backs up as Logan turns back to the ring, then rushes forward with the lead pipe. Logan ducks the shot and Snake hits the ropes chest first. Logan catches Snake with a reverse drop toe hold that sends Snake to his back and the lead pipe flying out to ringside. Logan the grabs Snake’s legs, steps over one and cross them, before turning over for the Chaos Breaker!)

HS: "Logan has the Chaos Breaker locked in and Snake is facing the opposite direction of the ropes right by them!"

FJ: "Don’t tap Snake! Your better than Logan is!"

HS: "Snakes knee is already injured badly and that will only increase the pain he goes through!"

(Snake struggles against the hold, shaking his head when asked if he wants to give up. Snake starts to claw to his right, but Logan sits back on the hold, really applying pressure. Snake claws some more, but Logan doesn’t let him turn towards the ropes. However, Snake was not clawing towards the ropes, he was clawing towards the garbage can he had put Logan in earlier. Snake quickly grabs the garbage can and slams it with all his might into the back of Logan’s head. Logan falls forward and the hold is broken, but the damage is done. Snake rolls around, holding his left knee in pain. Logan is the first to his feet, after a while of recovering on the ground. Snake is trying to get up using the ropes, putting all his weight on his left leg. Logan sees this and runs into the ropes to the right of the ones Snake has picked himself up with. Snake turns and Logan spears him straight to Hell, through the table that was set up in the corner just behind Snake! Snake crumples over to the canvas amidst the table’s debris. Logan shoves the large portions of the table away and pins Snake!)

HS: "One! Two! Three!!! It’s over folks! Logan has won!"

FJ: "No its not! Snake got his foot on the ropes!"

(The ref has just seen that Snake’s foot has indeed made it onto the bottom ropes and he calls for the match to continue! Logan is in absolute disbelief as he rolls over onto his knees and practically pulls his hair out! Snake is slowly, but surely, getting over to the ropes once more, but Logan just helps him up before he can get there. Logan dips down underneath Snake’s large frame and hoists it up in a standing fireman’s carry position.)

HS: "Omega Stryke!"

FJ: "No! Snake’s reversed it!"

HS & FJ: "The Injection!!!"

FJ: "One!"

HS: "Two!"

FJ: "Three!!!"

HS: "No! Logan’s put HIS foot on the ropes!"

(Once again, the ref sees this and once again the match continues! Snake practically has a temper tantrum right there, but then he immediately rolls under the bottom ropes. He limps his way over to the time keeper’s table and grabs the Untied States championship belt, then limps back to the apron and rolls in under the bottom ropes. Snake begins to stalk Logan, who now has a good stream of blood flowing down from his forehead to his chin as he gets up again.)

HS: "Snake is going to use the champion’s own belt on the champion!"

FJ: "Do it! Make the title red with the former champion’s blood!"

(Snake rushes forward, but Logan miraculously ducks out of the way! However, Snake is quick to turn back around and kick Logan in the gut for his efforts. Logan doubles over and Snake hoists him up for a power bomb, then drives him straight down to the canvas. Snake once again stalks Logan with the belt now as Logan slowly gets back up to his feet. This time Snake connects with the belt in a big way, Logan’s head snapping back and the blood on his forehead splattering up slightly with the impact! Logan drops to the mat and Snake covers!)

HS: "Logan might be out cold after that sickening shot!"

FJ: "One! Two! Three!!! No feet on the ropes this time!"

(The ref raises Snake’s hand in victory as Snake grabs the belt and gets up to his feet. "Animal I Have Become" by Three Days Grace begins to play over the PA system as Snake holds his arms up in triumph.)

HS: "What a match! Logan’s title reign is finally over and the era of Snake has begun!"

FJ: "Finally, a US Champion we can be proud of!"

HS: "Are you kidding me? These two just put on an amazing match, and you’re still worried about Logan being Canadian?"

FJ: "Damn right. We may as well have an Aussie as the US champ next!"

HS: "I’m not even going to get into this. Congratulations to Snake on this one. But I get the feeling this is far from over."

(The fans give Logan a standing ovation as he leaves the arena. Snake stares down at his title and holds it high for all to see, as the cameras fade away.)

(We cut to another graphic with the face of Nathan Hawthorne-Lee on the left and the face of Brian Stevens on the right. It's a close up of their faces and they are both expressing anger.)

Sarah Hawthorne betrays Nathan Hawthorne-Lee for Brian Stevens - AWA No More Drama, May 28, 2006, Houston, TX, Compaq Center

(NHL kicks out and Stevens has a look of shock and horror on his face. He backs away as NHL starts to punch the ring mat and cursing up a storm. He gets up and looks around and then he cracks his neck in both the right and left directions. He looks over and sees Stevens and the horrified look in his face and then he smiles and walks over to him. Brian's face is somewhat confused but then he nervously backs away. NHL extends his hand towards Brian and then Brian's face changes and then he is smiling, though somewhat hesitantly, and he extends his arm to shake NHL's hand.)

HS: "Wait, is this what I think it is?"

FJ: "HENRY'S BACK!!! YAY!! DAMAGE, INC. IS REBORN!"

HS: "What a low down and damn near shitty thing for Brian to do. One year ago he caused Henry to emerge as the dominant personality and now he's done it again one year later. This makes me absolutely sick!"

FJ: "Yes! Damage, Incorporated is back in business again!!!"

(Henry and Brian hug and then NHL raises up Brian's hand and the two soak up the boos and jeers from the crowd as they smile on. NHL releases Brian's hand and the two face each other again, all smiles.)

HS: "I'm so SICK of Brian Stevens getting his way with Nathan Hawthorne-Lee! This is SICK and REPULSIVE!"

FJ: "Get over it. Henry's back. Nathaniel Henry Lee will rule the AWA once more and cause Travis Gray to get some more gray hairs. HAHA!"

(NHL looks at Brian and then NHL walks up to Brian and grabs him by the throat!)

HS & FJ: "WHAT?!"

(NHL starts to squeeze the throat of Brian and the crowd starts to cheer. Meanwhile, Brian's face is white as a ghost and he's starting to choke and turn red in the face. Onslaught slides into the ring, but Sarah kicks Onslaught in the groin and Onslaught rolls out of the ring.)

HS: "NHL was just pulling the wool over our eyes! He didn't change at all!"

FJ: "NNNNOOOOOOOOO!! Damn! I was so hoping that Henry would come back tonight..."

(Brian's coughing and trying to gasp for air as NHL has a death grip literally around Brian's throat. Brian's arms are flailing all over the place, gouging at Nathan's face and arms, trying to alleviate the pressure on his windpipe, but it's no use. Brian's face is starting to turn purple as his gasps of air become more and more desperate.)

HS: "Wait, I think that Nathan's really trying to KILL Brian Stevens! SOMEONE GET SOME SECURITY OUT HERE!"

FJ: "I can't believe what I'm seeing. Nathan's snapped! He's really going to suffocate Brian to death!"

(Brian's actions are becoming more and more subdued as the time passes. His flailing arms are now almost barely moving and his face is a darker shade of purple now. We see that his eye lids are opening and closing, as if he's falling asleep and his body's becoming limp. Sarah, who has been cheering all the time, is now behind her husband to try to get him to let go, but NHL won't listen to the words of his wife and he applies more pressure. Sarah moves away and kicks her husband in the groin as well!)

HS: "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON NOW????"

(NHL looks horrified as he lies on his back looking at his wife who has just attacked him. She kicks him in the groin again and then in the skull and then drags Stevens' limp body over to NHL and drape an arm over NHL's shocked and semi-unconscious body!)

HS: "I can't believe this! Sarah has used her platform, hooker shoes and almost knocked her husband out cold!"

FJ: "I'm too shocked for words."

HS: "The cover...ONE...TWO...THREE! Dammit! I can't believe this! Has Sarah turned her back on her husband? Has she sided with Nathan's worst enemy?"

FJ: "I'm too super shocked right now. This is completely unbelievable. First Stevens literally almost died in the ring. We witnessed an attempted homicide, an attempted MURDER of someone in that wrestling ring and now we have seen that Sarah's been against her husband all the while. This is absolutely mind boggling."

(Onslaught slides out of the ring, dragging Stevens' unconscious body out as well and drapes it over his shoulder. We see Stevens involuntarily coughing every now and then as Onslaught limps back to the locker rooms with his unconscious buddy. Sarah spits on her husband as she leaves the ring with a huge smile on her face, laughing at her husband as she follows her new team to the back locker area.)

HS: "I just don't believe what I've just seen. This is amazing..."

FJ: "I'm too shocked for words. I can't believe this either."

FJ: "And I thought Henry was back! Shame on Nathan!"

HS: "You watch that and wish Henry was back? The man's wife just turned on him to show she's been sleeping with Stevens the entire time! She was a co-conspirator! And you sit there and say that you thought Henry was back?"

FJ: "Geez, sorry. Did I hit a nerve?"

HS: "No, but you have to realize that the man's wife turned on him. Well, it doesn't matter because tonight may be the final chapter in this

epic war between 'NHL' Nathan Hawthorne-Lee and 'The Sensational' Brian Stevens."

(We cut to the backstage area where we see Mark Keller standing next to Nathan Hawthorne-lee.)

MK: "Ladies and gentlemen, I'm standing next to Nathan Hawthorne-Lee who will be stepping into what will probably be a brutal match with Brian Stevens. Nathan, does anything said in this previous week affect your battle plan heading into this Dog Collar match?"

NHL: "What has been said last week only solidifies my only claim to that match and that's to beat Stevens not within an inch of his life, but to actually take his life. I'm sick and tired of watching Brian Stevens strut around thinking he's God's gift to wrestling when he isn't. I'm sick of watching him and my wife do things that only a husband and wife should be doing. I'm sick of the SIGHT of Brian Stevens. Tonight, I will wipe him out of my life! I will be RID of that sick son of a bitch and I will rest easy at night knowing he's six feet under!"

MK: "Nathan, what's your strategy or plan for your Dog Collar match tonight?"

NHL: "To do what it takes to put Stevens down. I will use the chain as a weapon, as my ally, and as my guiding light. I will use the truth to set me free. The truth is that no matter what match we're in, and there's no outside interference, I can win the match. I know ALL of the obstacles and I know ALL of the variables. There will be no mistake and I will guarantee victory tonight!"

MK: "Guaranteeing victory seems to always come true."

NHL: "Is there a doubt that one of the premiere wrestlers in the AWA will win this match? I've always had Brian's number. Everyone has known this, but Brian knows this as well. His facade will soon wash away and we will know that finally, once again, that I'm still the better man than he is."

MK: "What's your relationship with Jessica Kassle?"

NHL: "There is no relationship other than we're friends. We're two people with the common goal to cut the shit with Brian Stevens. He's got to learn to stop and until he does, I know Jessica will be on Brian's case until he learns responsibility."

MK: "Thank you Nathan. Back to you guys."

HS: "Thanks Mark. Frank NHL seems to be ready for his match tonight."

FJ: "As does Brian. It’s only like a half hour or more away!!!!!"

(We cut to last night's AWA Hall Of Fame & Awards banquet at the Sydney Marriott Hotel. We arrive just in time to see The Legendary Low walking onto the stage and behind the podium, still very visibly upset at not winning the Match Of The Year award for the sixth year in a row. Low gets behind the microphone, but amazingly can keep his composure, as he begins to talk about the next Hall Of Fame induction.)

LOW: "I am sure it appears odd to a lot of people that I of all people would induct 'The Icon' John Williams into the AWA Hall Of Fame. But come to think of it, it makes sense. When John entered the AWA alongside his then-wife Julie Williams, I quickly took exception to his moniker - The Icon. At that time I was thinking 'How could this totally unproven commodity call himself The Icon when I am the World Champion?' I figured this guy with his attitude and that name, he needs to prove himself - to me."

"John Williams and I got engaged in a heated match and what can I say, I couldn't beat him. We had a rematch, and while I won, he proved something to me - John Williams was for real and John Williams was here to stay. A newcomer that can take The Legendary Low to edge of defeat has a bright future ahead of himself. And John Williams had a bright future."

"But as is the norm in the Williams family, John had some mental issues and Animosity was born. At the end of 2003, just months after making his AWA debut, he won his first title, beating the late Adam Bawm for the vacant United States title. This title reign has been immortalized in AWA history as one of the three longest ever. For a brief time, John also held the AWA Tag Team title with his brother Brian during that period, a feat he would repeat in 2005. John would also win a second US title, beating BlackJack for it at Vortex 2005."

"But the thing John Williams will be most remembered for is the fact that he is a two-time AWA World Champion. Not many men can say they held this prestigious title more than once, but 'The Icon' is one of them. In June 2004, John defeated C-Rock to win his first World title, holding for almost three months until losing it to his fellow Hall of Fame inductee Jeff Christianson at Classic 2004. Last year, John followed in my footsteps, winning the vacant title in a Battle Royal, eliminating Brian Stevens."

"Throughout the years, John Williams has proven himself as a formidable and tough competitor. He has had famous matches with the likes of Adam Bawm, Dave Santini, Jeff Christianson, Whisper, Brian Williams, and yours truly. Tonight, John Williams' career hits its pinnacle, as his recent retirement is crowned with an induction into the AWA Hall Of Fame. So John Williams, to you I say..."

(Suddenly Low slams his fist onto the podium.)

LOW: "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY MATCH? HUH?"

(There is a commotion going on in the audience as Low can no longer hold back his anger. John Williams just looks at him without any apparent emotions.)

LOW: "I know you wanted one more match with me, but your retirement put an end to it! I have no idea whether your brother's actions caused any of this, John, but I warn you - STAY THE HELL OUT OF MY BUSINESS TOMORROW NIGHT! I am going to win the World title for the tenth time and I will take your brother out if I have to! And if you get in my way, you wish you could be back in a battle with your brother, because what I am going to do with you if you mess with me is ten times as bad as what Brian tried to do to you! You are a..."

(Suddenly, Low's microphone is turned off and AWA security walks onto the stage to escort Low off the stage and out of the banquet hall. John Williams finally gets up from his chair and a round of applause greets him as he walks onto the stage and to the podium.)

WILLIAMS: "Another Classic LOWment! I tell you, the way he is acting you would think he is worried about something. Well, let me put your mind at ease Brian, that is assuming you are done throwing your tantrum and can hear me. The only thing you have to worry about is my brother. I have no intentions of playing favorites tomorrow night, I am there to do a job and I will do it. If you are the best man, then you will win, plain and simple."

(John clears his throat and then leans in to the mic once again, the smile still on his face.)

WILLIAMS: Now as you all know, referee is not my only job tomorrow evening, I will be lacing up my boots one more time, and I will be taking on fellow AWA Hall of Famer Ray Owens. Now before people start reading way too much into this match, let me clear things up. It is not about winning and losing for me, it is not about settling a score, hell it is not even so much about pride. This match, in my mind, is for one thing, and that is to entertain the world. If I win I will be happy, if I lose, well, I will still be happy, as long as I put on one hell of a show. Ray Owens could pull my arms off and sell them to fans in the front row, and I would clap for him with my feet and tell him to keep bringing it. This match is for all of you, and I promise you I will not disappoint."

"Now that I have given a fairly needless plug for tomorrow night, let me get down to the real matter at hand. Tonight, I receive one of the greatest compliments a man in this sport can get. Tonight my name is added to the names of the many greats the AWA has had come and go before me. Tonight I finally put the final touches on my legacy. Tonight I am inducted into the AWA Hall of Fame."

(The crowd begins cheering and as they do, John takes a moment and chuckles, waiting for the crowd to chill, and as they do he continues.)

WILLIAMS: "This is an honor I have dreamed about since the day I entered the world of professional wrestling. I remember the aspirations I had the first time I laced up a pair of boots, the first time I stepped through those ropes, the first time I heard the bell ring, and the first time I had my hand raised in victory. I knew what it would take to lift myself to such a high level, a level that perhaps one in a hundred people that walk into this sport ever manage to achieve. But even from he very beginning I knew that I had it in me, I knew that if I put my mind to it this day would come, and here we are."

"Now, along the journey there were many doubters, so many in fact that even I began to have doubts for just the shortest amount of time. But I never let it get to me for more than just a matter of moments before I shook it off. Through the good times and the bad I kept my focus, and always, always found my way back on track, and that perseverance is one of the reasons that I am standing here giving this boring speech today. I would go into the rest of those reasons, but I am sure they would play me off before I got that chance."

"I have spent many hours both in and out of the ring preparing for matches with big names, and small names, and names I have never heard of, and I treated each and every match the same, each match was as important to me as the one before, whether it was for the AWA World title, or just another match with some ordinary Joe Fresh off the street who thinks he can wrestle. In the end a win is a win, and if you don't win, you don't get to stand on this stage."

(John stops for a moment taking some time to take in all of the people in the crowd, the friends, family and fellow wrestlers all watching on all with looks of pride on their faces. John's smile somehow manages to grow even greater still as he finally continues.)

WILLIAMS: "Now I am sure somewhere out there, there are still a few doubters, a few men or women that think John Williams does not deserve to be in the AWA Hall of Fame... You folks are entitled to your opinion, and I will not take that right from you. What I will do is allow my two Tag Team title reigns, my Television title reign, my No Limits title reign, my two United States title reigns, including keep in mind the longest reign in AWA history, and finally the two cherries on the top of the Sunday, my TWO World Heavyweight title reigns to do the talking. But once again you are still entitled to your opinion."

(John gives a little wink which gets a chuckle from most of the audience.)

WILLIAMS: "I have been in the ring with some of the greatest competitors in the business, be it my encounters with The Legendary Low, or my run ins with the late great Adam Bawm and Dark Warrior, and Dave Santini or more recently against Brian Stevens, or perhaps the most memorable time of my wrestling career the months that led up to the end, and the war that ensued between myself and my very own brother Brian. Those men each played their part in making me who I am, each of them in some way is a little bit responsible for putting me into the elite group known as AWA Hall of Famers. Be it due to the fact that they beat me and showed me what more I had to learn, or whether they took me to that next level and forced me to up my game, or whether they just put the thought in my head that I just could not give up. Each man I owe a lot to, and as much as most have always been enemies, they have all effected my career in a very positive way."

(John pauses and as he does we begin to flash about the room catching shots of some of the men just spoken of, all of them eyes locked on the stage.)

WILLIAMS: "Now I would never have made it here if it were not for the hard work of so many people. I would like to personally thank all of my trainers and coaches and sponsors. I would also like to thank each and every fan out there that stuck with me through thick and thin, your words of inspiration made me want to keep going, and I would be nothing without you. To my family, especially you dad, your support of me in this business meant the world to me, and even thought you did not always think I was doing the right thing, you never turned your back on me. Had you done that I am sure I would have, and then we would not be in this building today. You have always been my greatest driving force, dad, I love you with all of my heart."

(Another pause as we can hear John getting a bit choked up, and we cut quickly to a shot of his dad, who is nodding with a smile on his face and a tear running down his left cheek. The crowd begins to applaud and we watch as Mr. Williams follows suit, his hands in the air staring up at the stage into his sons eyes. We cut back to John as the crowd quiets slightly.)

WILLIAMS: "There was a time when pro wrestling was not even close to my radar, all I wanted to do was play professional football, and the day that all those dreams ended was the day I thought I would never be happy again. However it opened a door to a whole new world, and I am so glad it did. As I said, there was a day many years back that I would never have imagined a life in the professional wrestling world, but now, I could never imagine my life without this business. So one last time to each and every person who has touched my life and career along the road to this destination, I thank you all from the very bottom of my heart. Tonight I have no enemies, I see each of you as equals, I see all of you as friends!"

"THANK YOU GOD!"

"THANK YOU EVERYONE!"

"AWA HALL OF FAME BABY!!!!"

(We cut back to Herb and Frank.)

HS: "What a great and humble speech. Tonight, he will not only wrestle in a match with Ray Owens, he will also referee the main event tonight."

FJ: "Well, that’s 2/3 of the Hall of Fame done. Only person that’s left is The Fish!"

HS: "Up next, we have a treat for the AWA fans and locker room alike. Some of the men in that locker room were inspired to become wrestlers or join the AWA by these two men about to square off.

FJ: "Herb, I can’t believe that one of the AWA wrestling legends has returned for a match tonight at Classic. "Hot Shot" Ray Owens makes his return to face a future Hall of Famer John Williams."

HS: "Frank, Ray Owens was the fourth Grand Slam Champion, a three time World Champion, a three time tag team champion, a three time United States Champion, and held the Television, Cruiserweight, Hardcore, and No Limit titles once. What more can you say about the type of competitor this man was in the AWA? He has been away from the AWA since 2005 and we are going to see next, what the "Hot Shot" has left."

FJ: "Herb, the legendary wrestler Ray Owens is not in for an easy match tonight as he faces "The Icon" John Williams. He is another man who was a top competitor in his own right, as over his career, he held the World Title twice, the United States Title twice, the Tag Team Title twice, and held the Television Title and No Limit Title once."

HS: "Like in the past, Ray Owens gives up the height and weight advantage to his opponent. Owens has made a living as a submission specialist with the Sweeper. While John Williams has relied on his height and weight, the power game has been the cornerstone of his success in the AWA."

(A hush falls over the crowd as they wait anxiously, the lights dim and we sit like this for a good ten seconds. The silence is quickly broken as "Hero's" by Bowie begins to rock the building, and moments later a thick blue spotlight falls on the crowd about twenty rows deep, and there sitting in the spotlight is none other than John Williams. Williams rises to his feet, basks in the applause of the adoring fans for a few seconds before he begins to make his way toward the ring the spotlight following him as he goes. He wades through the screaming Aussies who all reach out and touch the man as he makes his way to the ring. Walking through the twenty rows of people to Bowies hero's it is just a magical moment. Williams finally reaches the end of the regular seats and he jumps over the barrier and quickly wades through the floor level spectators and climbs the guard rail and he has finally reach the ring. He slides under the bottom rope and as he does the lights return to normal and John plays up to the crowd raising his arms in the air. By this time the music has nearly finished and John takes a spot in the far corner of the ring awaiting the start of the match.)

HS: "The man damn sure knows how to make an entrance!"

FJ: "Would you listen to these people, I can hardly hear what you are saying and we are sitting just a foot or so away!"

HS: "Well the people still love "The Icon" and I can understand why."

FJ: "I hate to admit it, but I think I may actually have been looking forward to seeing this."

HS: "Folks you have just been a part a CLASSIC moment that in my opinion will live on forever! He and Brian Williams are like day and night. What a different reaction he receives?" (The two men laugh at the contrast)

("Parabola" by Tool is heard through the arena as "Hot Shot" Ray Owens walks out onto the ramp. The fans once again explode seeing the familiar black trunks, knee pads, and boots with a hooded sweatshirt. He waits momentarily before charging down to the ring and sliding in under the bottom rope. He climbs to his feet going to the top turnbuckle in one corner and poses before climbing down to look across the ring at his opponent.)

FJ: "There he is the AWA Hall of Fame’s own Ray Owens!"

HS: "The roof just blew off this place."

FJ: "This classic match is going to be one for the ages! These two men are primed for this match and ready to prove who is better the legend or the icon."

(The bell sounds and the two men circle. John Williams swings and misses but is un-phased as he follows with a kick that misses too. The quicker Owens evades the blows and the two men continue to circle. Owens unleashes a series of knife edge chops and a standing dropkick sends Williams down hard. Williams is quick to climb to his feet only to catch another standing dropkick. Williams is up quickly again and Owens catches him with a sidewalk slam. Owens poses taking in the cheers of the fans allowing Williams a chance to climb to his feet holding his back. The two men circle before locking up Williams pulls Owens in for a side headlock and cranks it in tight before sending Owens into the ropes and catches him coming off with a back drop. Owens pops back up from the mat and catches a kick to the gut. He whips Owens to the ropes and charges forward knocking him to the mat with a running shoulder tackle. Owens climbs to his feet quickly and met with a clothesline from Williams. Williams drops down and covers Owens looking for a quick win as the referee counts 1.. kick out.)

HS: "These two men are taking a measure of each other in the ring. Williams basically taunting Owens with that pin attempt in response to Owens’ challenge."

(Owens slowly makes it to his feet. Williams charges forward attempting a superkick, but Owens quickly evades the kick. An enziguri kick sends Williams staggering forward into the corner. Owens unleashes a series of knife edge chops across the chest and a belly to belly release suplex sends the bigger man crashing down in the center of the ring. Owens pulls him up and attempts to whip him into the corner, but it is reversed. Owens slams into the corner and is met by a flurry of punches to the midsection. Williams tosses Owens out of the corner with a power martial arts throw. Owens lands hard and Williams pulls him up off the mat hoisting him up into the air. Owens is able to slip behind Williams and apply the dragon sleeper with grapevine. Both men fall to the mat and Owens applies the hold. Williams arm waves wildly trying to break free of the hold. The referee checks for a submission but Williams refuses and continues to fight.)

FJ: "I can see that these men are going to try to put on a wrestling exhibit tonight. Whoever comes out of this one will have a lot of guts and employ a lot of technique."

HS: "Ray Owens going to his bread and butter trying to wear down his opponent."

(Inside the ring, Williams has managed to escape the hold but is slow to get to his feet as Owens is stomping away at him. Owens connects with a kick to the midsection before hoisting the larger man into a fireman’s carry into a Samoan drop. Owens quickly goes to the top turnbuckle and as Williams climbs to his feet, he leaps off executing a cross body block. He hooks the leg and the referee counts 1..2 but Williams kicks out. Owens goes after Williams but is caught with a right hand thrust stalling him. Williams up on his feet and connects with a series of martial arts kicks before whipping Owens across the ring into the corner turnbuckles. He lands hard as Williams charges across the ring catching him with a running back elbow. Owens leans heavily against the ropes in the corner.)

FJ: "Ohhh, what force behind that back elbow!"

(Williams continues to drive back elbows into the side of Owens face and head. Williams pulls Owens into a side headlock and takes a few quick steps but Owens is able to put the breaks on avoiding the intended bulldog. Williams decides to send Owens into the ropes and catches him coming off with a back drop. Owens climbs to his feet and Williams pulls him into a side headlock, once more. He grinds it in tightly. Owens attempts to power out of the hold, the fans cheer him on and he begins to lift the arms of Williams, but Williams quickly re-establishes his hold. Owens grasps at air as he attempts to summon the strength to break the hold. Owens manages to free himself from the hold by driving in a series of elbows to the midsection. Williams weakens and Owens quickly reverses the hold executing a cross-arm breaker. Williams recoils clutching at his arm. Owens goes for the arm again and executes another cross-arm breaker. Williams staggers a couple steps backward and Owens shoots in executing a side slam. Owens drops the knee once and measures him to drop another but he misses as Williams rolls away. Williams climbs to his feet before Owens and kicks him in the gut before hoisting him up. Williams executes a fall away slam. Owens crashes to the mat, but is quick to climb to his feet only to have Williams run over him with a clothesline.)

FJ: "I can see that Owens and Williams have scouted each other very well."

HS: "The power edge is going Williams way in this match. Williams becomes very dangerous if he is permitted to string together a series of power moves."

FJ: "That is exactly why he will be inducted into the AWA Hall of Fame. Williams was able to dominate the United States Title division for 168 days."

(Owens slowly makes it to his feet and staggers into the corner. Williams unleashes a flurry of punches to the midsection. Williams follows up by whipping Owens across the ring into the corner turnbuckles. Owens lands hard as Williams charges across the ring where Owens quickly uses the ropes to flip himself up and push his body up and back as Williams comes into the corner. Owens lands behind him as Williams crashes into the turnbuckles. Williams staggers backward and caught with a standing dropkick to the back that sends him into the turnbuckles once more. Owens catches Williams as he turns around hooking him and powering him up with a slingshot suplex. Williams quickly drops down and applies the STF.)

FJ: "Look at this! Owens is really wrenching back on that neck."

(The referee checks on Williams, but he refuses to submit as Owens yells for him to submit. The fans cheer Williams on as he tries to pull himself to the ropes.)

HS: "I don’t know if Williams has faced a mat technician the level of Ray Owens, he is really trying to keep the bigger man down."

(He is within reach of the ropes, but it looks like the pain is too much for him as his hand falters. The fans hold their breath as Williams summons some strength and his hand darts out grabbing the rope to the delight of the fans. The referee forces the break in the ropes and Owens releases the hold. Owens doesn’t wait for Williams to climb completely to his feet before driving the knee to the midsection. A vertical suplex sends Williams down and Owens drops down again applying the STF. Williams groans in pain and in what must have seemed like an eternity to the wrestler makes it to the ropes. Only this time, Owens doesn’t immediately release the hold as he cranks back hard. The referee attempts to pry Owens off and begins the count.)

FJ: "This is the side of Ray Owens that we have seen before taking it to the very edge within the gray area."

HS: "There is no doubt that Owens is using these holds to summon some of his own strength after taking some huge shots from the big man."

(Owens waits until the last possible moment to release and Williams is quickly up and staggering away holding his neck. Owens stalks toward him and Williams continues to stagger away from him. He catches Owens coming in as he wheels around quickly and runs over him with a huge desperation clothesline. Owens downed as Williams unleashes some kicks, but he stalls feeling the effects of the previous holds. Owens slowly climbs to his feet as Williams now is the stalker. Williams spins him around and executes an implant ddt. Both men are down before Williams returns to his feet first. Williams connects with a knife edge chop as Owens climbs to his feet and Owens fires back with one of his own. Williams responds with another stiff chop that sounds like a firecracker and the audience responds.)

FJ: "Herb, those have been said to be some of the stiffest chops in the business."

HS: "I wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of those look at Owens’ chest."

(Owens is driven back by the blows as Williams continues to unleash two more stiff chops. In the corner, Williams unleashes a flurry of punches to the midsection. Owens is in visible trouble as Williams powers him up onto the turnbuckle. He goes to climb up, but Owens catches him with a right hand. He catches Williams with another right and he is rocked stepping down off the second rope to the mat. A boot to the face forces Williams to turn to wheel away. Owens leaps of with an enziguri kick dropping Williams to the mat. Owens holding his midsection returns as quickly as possible to the second turnbuckle and leaps off with a leg drop. Owens quickly covers 1..2.kickout! Owens quickly moves into position and applies the Boston Crab. Owens..Owens..Owens is heard coming out of the audience.)

FJ: "Owens was in some serious trouble, Herb. Now the tables have turned and that kick nearly took Williams’ head off."

HS: "This has been a grueling match so far, Frank, and the effects are obvious. Look at Owens face as he tries to make Williams submit. He is in pain. Now look at the grimace on Williams face, I don’t know who is going to come out on top here."

(Williams has enough power left in him to drag Owens to the ropes to force the break. Williams doesn’t allow him to get to his feet before he is kicking the bigger man. An Irish whip to the ropes and Owens catches him coming off with an abdominal stretch. Williams once again finds himself being twisted and his muscles are now fatigued as they are being stretched unnaturally. The referee checks the former World Champion as the beads of sweat drips from his brow. He vigorously shakes his head now and lets out a guttural growl and he manages to hip toss Owens to the mat. He staggers back a step holding his side before he unloads four big right hands driving Owens along the ropes before a kick to the midsection doubles Owens over. Williams executes a big time powerbomb that has him and Owens on the mat. The fans cheer wildly.)

HS: "Make no mistake about it AWA fans, these men are in there digging into their arsenal."

FJ: "Look at Owens rolling out of the ring to evade the onslaught."

HS: "It is a smart move in my book, but look out Williams has rolled out as well in pursuit."

FJ: "Williams can’t afford to let Owens get a breather that is why he is coming out behind him."

(Williams stalks after him and catches Owens with another big bulldog on the cement. He then grabs Owens and rolls him into the ring. Williams slowly climbs up onto the ring apron and is about to step in, but Owens catches him with standing dropkick. Williams is shot off the apron and he crashes into the metal guardrail. Owens drops to mat and rolls out of the ring. He grabs the downed Williams arm and executes a cross arm breaker. The referee is inside the ring administering the count and Owens waits until the last possible moment to return to the ring. Where Owens catches a breather, Williams climbs into the ring. Owens catches him with a forearm shot before attempting to hoist Williams up but instead he is countered. Williams drives a knee to the midsection and drives another before he executes the That Had to Hurt. The crowd reacts.)

HS: "Oh, that just had to take something out of Owens."

(Both men are down and Williams is slow to climb to his feet holding his back. He goes to the ropes and up to the top turnbuckle. He signals to the crowd that cheers him on as he leaps off and amazingly connects with a 450 splash.)

FJ: "Unbelievable athleticism for a man his size!"

(Williams covers Owens and the referee counts 1..2..Owens kicks out at the last possible minute. The crowd reacts as the Legend kicks out after absorbing the impact. Williams pulls Owens up only to catch a kick to the midsection. Williams is staggered as Owens pulls him in for a belly to belly release suplex. Both men are down breathing hard, but Owens manages to climb to his feet and drop the knee to the side of Williams’ head.)

FJ: "It looks like Owens is going for the Sweeper!"

(The fans cheer loudly in anticipation but Williams fights off the hold forcing Owens to change his strategy. Williams attempts to catch Owens with a clothesline, but Owens ducks under and hits the ropes. He comes off attempting a cross body block, but Williams manages to catch him. He hoists him up on his shoulders and begins to spin.)

HS: "Williams has him up in the Round the World!!"

FJ: "Williams covers Owens, 1..2 and Owens kicks out again!"

(Williams a little frustrated at the resiliency of the legend pulls him up and prepares to hoist him once more. Owens prepared this time for the counters and executes a cradle driver! Owens collapses to his knees momentarily before climbing to his feet. Owens drops the knee for good measure before he goes to the nearest corner and climbs to the top. He leaps off and connects with an elbow drop.)

HS: "What heart Owens is showing tonight! He covers 1..2 and a kickout by Williams!"

(The two men clash again as Williams uses his power again and pulls him into a side headlock before executing an atomic drop. Owens is jarred by the move and Williams pulls him into a sleeper hold.)

HS: "Williams has the hold synched in!"

FJ: "A sleeper hold has taken out some of the greatest wrestlers in history, when applied right."

(The fans cheer Williams on as Owens grasps at air in front of him trying to struggle to the ropes.)

HS: "Owens is visibly fading before our eyes. Look at his movements, they are becoming listless as the Icon John Williams attempts to take home the win."

(Owens legs become rubber and Williams bends down to lay his body on the mat and keep the hold. The referee lifts the arm of Owens and it falls limply to the mat. The fans begin an Owens chant once more, but the referee raises the arm and it falls the same way. Next, the referee lifts his arm but is falls briefly before shaking with life.)

FJ: "The look in Williams’ eyes tells it all. He sees a certain victory beginning slip away."

HS: "I would have to say the longer this match continues, the greater chance there is for Owens to win this match."

(Owens is able to regain his feet and then he struggles to reach the ropes. The referee calls for the break as a groggy Owens tries to clear his head. Williams pulls Owens up and kicks him in the midsection before executing Russian Leg Sweep. Williams quickly covers and 1…2..kickout.)

HS: "That was close!"

(Williams pulls Owens up again and Irish whips him to the ropes. He charges forward to deliver a shoulder block but Owens has clung to the ropes. Owens seizes the opportunity to catch Williams with a sidewalk slam. Owens quickly drops down applying the STF.)

FJ: "Listen to the fans going wild! Once more, Owens locks on the submission hold."

HS: "How much of this can Williams’ body take? This match seems to go back and forth on the spin of a top."

FJ: "These former champions showing why they were champs and the hearts of a champion. But, Williams seems to be too far gone to break Owens’

STF."

HS: "Hold on, Frank, look at Williams!"

(Williams has the look of determination on his face as he grits his teeth and uses his free arm and leg to inch closer to the ropes.)

FJ: "I can’t believe it, Williams is going to do it again."

(Owens releases the hold and quickly climb to his feet. He drops the knee on Williams already injured back. Williams arches his back in pain Owens pulls him up. He hoists Williams up and executes another slingshot suplex. Owens pulls the weakened Williams up and whips him into the ropes before executing The Shot In The Dark in the center of the ring.)

HS: "Owens has just executing the set up for the Sweeper!"

(Inside the ring, Owens is doing just that applying his signature finisher. Williams attempts to fight the hold, but his body can’t continue and he submits. The referee calls for the bell and raises Owens arm in victory. Owens assists Williams to his feet and the two men shake hands before Williams raises Owens arm in a show of respect.)

FJ: "What a great show of respect by John Williams. Even though he lost the match, he still shows that great respect he showed lots of his opponents over the years."

HS: "And another reason why John Williams belongs in the AWA’s Legendary Hall of Fame!"

(Once again, we are about to see highlights from the careers of Low and Brian Williams. We start off with Classic 2005, Low versus Whisper, Iron Man Match.)

(Whisper and both are now screaming now as Whisper is fatigued as well and needs his final ounces of strength to hold on to kein Entweichen. The fans are screaming for Low to do something, but Low has no way to escape the hold. As the clock ticks down, the fans begin to count along. Low has a look of intense pain on his face as he looks at the clock, bites his fingers and guts it out for the final few seconds."

HS: "Ten... nine... eight... seven... six... five... four... three... two... one... the match is over!"

(The referee calls for the bell and the fans erupt in boos. An exhausted Whisper releases the hold while Low holds his legs. The referee gets the belt and hands it to Whisper.)

HS: "Ladies and gentlemen, in sixty minutes, neither Low or Whisper have been able to gain a decision over the other man. This match is a draw and in case of a draw, the Champion stays the Champion."

FJ: "For years Low has had the Champion's advantage, but tonight it cost him."

HS: "Ladies and gentlemen, AWA Classic 2005 has been an incredible show that will be remembered for years. We have a new Cruiserweight Champion and we have witnessed a series of great matches. The AWA Hall of Fame Class of 2005 has been inducted and Low has been voted the Wrestler of the Year. He has failed, however, to regain the AWA World title for the eighth time. AWA fans, make sure to tune in to AWA Xplosion next week."

(As the camera focuses on the exhausted Low and Whisper in the ring as the AWA copyright logo appears on the screen. Suddenly, however, "Hail To The Chief" begins to play and President Gray walks out onto the ramp to a loud yet mixed reaction from the crowd.)

GRAY: "Do you honestly think that I will allow AWA Classic 2005 to end on a disappointing note? These people have paid good money to get a decision and a decision they will get, because the AWA is all about giving its fans what they want."

"So Low, Whisper, gear up for another round. As far as I'm concerned, you two can go all night long if you have to, but one of you will get a decision over the other under sudden death rules and give these people a satisfying end to this great night."

"And since both of you seem to like tying the other one up in knots, it will be under sudden death submission rules! Referee, ring the bell!"

(The referee calls for the bell and takes the belt away from an upset Whisper. Whisper immediately walks over to Low and works over Low's legs again, just stomping away at them. Whisper goes for kein Entweichen again, but Low connects with a forearm to Whisper's head and Whisper drops to the mat. Both men are down.)

FJ: "Whisper has been cheated! The match was a draw and he kept the title."

HS: "Well, there have precedents in wrestling for such a decision, and Gray was right, these fans deserve a real decision."

(Both men are up on their feet simultaneously, although Low is limping heavily. Whisper grabs Low and goes for another Eavesdrop, but Low is able to twist out of it and gets behind Whisper. He goes for yet another Low Standard, but Whisper counters with a snapmare, sending Low the mat. Low, however, gets back up and pulls Whisper's legs out from under him. He goes for another Low Profile, but now Whisper is able to apply a guillotine choke. Low hits a forearm to Whisper's face and Whisper releases the hold. Low pulls Whisper up and sets him up for a DDT, but Whisper spins around and sets Low up for the Eavesdrop. Once again Low twists around, connects with a kick to the gut and hits the Low Stunner. He musters his last ounce of strength to crawl over and apply the All-Time Low.)

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

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

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

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

HS: "IT'S OVER!"

FJ: "Nooooo!"

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

(As the bell rings Low releases the hold and slumps to the mat in exhaustion. He buries his face in his hands as the referee assists Whisper out of the ring. He then places the World title belt across Low's chest as "Drink New Blood" begins to play, although it is almost drowned out by the cheers of the fans.)

(We then go to the May 7th, 2006 edition of Sunday Night Shock, Brian Williams versus Lars Fredrickson.)

(Brian is furious now, and he begins to stalk Lars around the ring. The champ rolls into the ring partly because he’s somewhat out of it and partly to escape the dominant presence behind him. Brian, truly full of rage, slides in after him, but it seems Lars wasn’t quite as dazed as he seems, because he charges Williams and begins unloading stomps on him before he can climb to his feet. Brian eventually climbs to his feet, despite the vicious stomps from Lars, only to receive a huge boot to his gut, doubling him over. Lars then takes the opportunity to lunge and, after bracing himself with the ropes, tries to lift Williams into a fireman’s carry.)

HS: "What? No? Is he going to do it? That’s three hundred fifty pounds!"

FJ: "He’s SUPER LARS! He did it! Lars got him onto his shoulders!"

HS: "I don’t believe it. After all they’ve been through tonight, how in the world did he find the strength to lift that behemoth onto his shoulders!"

FJ: "That’s exactly why he’s the World Champion, Herb!"

(Lars completes the move by dropping Williams down onto the back of his neck with the Death Valley Driver. Many fans in Greensboro don’t know what to think, and some are even cheering the man they’ve grown to hate so much. Lars points to the turnbuckle, playing the mixed crowd, and with their approval, he ascends.)

HS: "Is he going?"

FJ: "He’s going to do it, Herb! He’s waited Seven Years for this!"

HS: "Seven Years Down! 450 Splash! HERE IT COMES!"

FJ: "IT’S OVER!"

HS: "NO! BRIAN WILLIAMS MOVED OUT OF THE WAY!"

FJ: "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

HS: "How did he move so quickly? A man that size, I’m amazed!"

FJ: "It was over… so close!"

(Brian rolls to his feet and pulls up the groaning Lars, who is still clutching his stomach and chest from the misfired high risk maneuver. This makes the champion somewhat easy prey for the front face lock Brian suddenly applies. It only takes an instant before Brian Williams drops down to the mat, driving his elbow into Lars’ face coupled with the reverse DDT.)

HS: "MORBID REALITY! MORBID REALITY!"

FJ: "NOOO!"

HS: "It’s over now… that’s such a brutal move!"

FJ: "Lars gave it his all tonight. Can he give us one more? One more kickout?"

(The referee makes the count, ONE! TWO! THREE! Lars isn’t able to kickout in time as the arena is silent, shocked.)

HS: "NEW WORLD CHAMPION! Brian Williams has captured the World Title for the fourth time, ending Lars’ reign at 28 days!"

FJ: "But he was a fighting champ!"

HS: "That’s true. But what the hell does this mean for Revelations? And what does next week hold in store for us?"

(Brian Williams doesn’t do much celebrating in the ring, he merely grabs the title like it was his all along, throws it on his shoulder, and walks up the ramp confidently. Lars slowly comes to, to see Williams leaving Greensboro Coliseum with his title, and the look of shock on his face tells the whole story. He slaps the mat in frustration as the crowd begins clapping for both competitors at the intense contest they just witnessed.)

HS: "We’re building up the great memories here tonight, but unfortunately, someone will actually become a memory."

FJ: "Yeah, it’ll be a sad day in the AWA tonight when an era comes to an end; but which one?"

("Boom" by POD starts to play mid-way through the song as the lights in the arena dim.)

POD: "You didn't know; thought we was new on the scene? Well, it's alright! It's alright! I know you know, I see you smiling at me."

(As "Boom!" is shouted out over the speakers a large red and white pyro ignites on both sides of the stage. The lights come back on and the chorus of the song runs through twice as the Elite Canadian Wrestlers head out from the back, both carrying Canadian flags and both wearing their ECW jerseys. Terry James runs to the right of the stage and Logan goes to the front. The two wave their flags wildly as the crowd shows their love in the form of loud cheers.)

POD: "Is that all you got? Haha…I’ll take your best shot."

(The phrase repeats over and over again as the two men walk down the ramp, then sprint and slide into the ring under the bottom ropes. Terry turns onto his back during the slide and kips up, while Logan rolls up to his feet. Red and white pyros go off from each ring post at the exact moment, then both ECW members go up a turnbuckle and place a Canadian flag on it. After a few moments of basking in their glory, they hop down and leave their flags perched on the turnbuckles. The two get mikes from the ring aide and let the sold out Telstra Stadium crowd die down.)

HS: "These two have already had their matches tonight and what matches they were!"

FJ: "They were brutal! I loved them!"

(Both men show a lot of bruises and cuts from their matches, but they fight through the pain to speak to the Australian crowd.)

TERRY: "Well, it is certainly hotter in this building than that ice rink! Then again, how could it not be with all these amazing fans here!?"

(The arena erupts in cheers as Terry nods his head, smirking at the cheap pop.)

TERRY: "Now, you may have thought that the night was over for ECW, but it isn’t. No, it’s FAR from over my friends! Tonight is a night that no one will forget! Tonight is the night the Elite Canadian Wrestlers become stronger than ever!"

(The crowd cheers at this once more and Terry waits for the fans to die down before speaking again.)

HS: "What could Terry James be getting at this time?"

FJ: "I don’t know…but I hope that by stronger they mean more ruthless, like they were in the good old days."

LOGAN: "What is Terry talking about? How could the two of us magically become stronger after those WARS that we were in tonight? Well, prepare yourself Australia. This may be Classic, but you’re about to experience SHOCK!"

(Logan lowers his mike and Terry raises his.)

TERRY: "Ladies and gentlemen in attendance, our viewers at home and all those people that are going to download Classic on your computer tomorrow…meet the man who is going to make ECW’s opponents…miserable."

HS: "It can’t be!"

("Fever For the Flavor" By Hot Action Cop hits the arena’s sound system and the fans erupt as Jayson "Misery" Price comes out of the back with an ECW jersey on!)

FJ: "I can’t believe it!"

HS: "Neither can I! Jayson Price is part of the Elite Canadian Wrestlers!?"

FJ: "He isn’t even Canadian!"

(Misery turns around, showing that his name, "Misery", is written in gold on the back of his jersey, just like the jerseys of Terry and Logan. He walks down to the ring and absorbs the crowd reaction before sliding in under the bottom ropes and walking up to his new stable-mates. He shakes hands with both of them, gaining an even louder chorus of cheers form the fans, as his music fades away. Terry lets the noise die down a bit before speaking once more.)

TERRY: "Now, some of you may be asking: What the hell is Jayson price doing in ECW? He’s not even Canadian! He’s been the rival of Logan, and somewhat of myself, for months! Well, a while back Price decided to accept an offer we made to him a few months ago. I’ll let the man himself explain."

(The crowd cheers as Terry hands Misery his mike. Price has a giant grin on his face as he listens to the fans chanting his name. He takes the whole reaction and then speaks.)

MISERY: "Well, I’ll get straight to the point here. When Logan first came to me I was a man possessed. I was possessed with depression and I was in a horrible rut. I couldn’t think straight because Annette had left me. But, the Elite Canadian Wrestlers showed me the cure to my sickness. They’re attitude and style brought me to realizing that I should be having fun with my career. I’ve got accolades to my name already and now I can truly relax and enjoy the ride. I don’t have to get stressed out over anything now. I can just live my life to its fullest and give it one hundred percent in the ring. I’ve said it before, but I’ll say it again. The only person discovering Misery before was myself, but now…Misery is all yours to discover."

(The crowd cheers as Misery hands back the mike to Terry.)

TERRY: "Well, let me say that Logan and I benefit greatly from this acquisition. You’re a real veteran of the AWA and the experience you bring to ECW is phenomenal. You aren’t Canadian, but you are an Honorable Member of the Elite Canadian Wrestlers now!"

(The crowd cheers again, seemingly having no end to their lung capacity right now. Logan now raises his mike up again.)

LOGAN: "I said you were in for a SHOCK and I think everyone agrees, that was exactly what that was. HOWEVER, there’s more to come. We’ve got the veteran of the group…but what about the young guy? Where’s the new kid on the block, so to speak? Well, Jayson Price is NOT the only addition to ECW tonight!"

(The crowd cheers again at this announcement.)

HS: "What!?"

FJ: "There’s more?"

TERRY: "Oh yes, there’s more! Logan and I have been watching this man since his entrance into the AWA. He’s already made a huge mark and, with the help of ECW, he’ll be making an even bigger one very soon. I present to you: The prospect of ECW!"

("This Fire Burns" by Killswitch Engage hits the PA system and a mixed reaction is heard from the Australian crowd as Preston Alway steps out from the back, donning an ECW jersey like Misery’s!)

FJ: "Alright! I love this guy!"

HS: "Talk about a boost! Preston Alway’s career just jumped straight up!"

("Alway" is displayed on the back of Preston’s jersey and he too spins around to show it off to the fans. The cheers outnumber the jeers as Alway enters the ring. He shakes the hand of all three of his fellow ECW members and more jeers turn into cheers it seems. Logan hands Alway his mike as Terry explains the decision.)

TERRY: "Preston Alway is not only Canadian, but the guy has made an impact on the AWA like few newcomers have. He beat the great Lord Williams! Granted, it was because of a chair shot from Low, but he still hung with the AWA World Champion like many in the AWA couldn’t. The best part is: Preston’s just starting. He’s got a lot of room to grow and ECW is going to see him rise up to his full potential. But, let’s here from the prospect himself!"

(The crowd is loud, mostly from cheers now, as Alway raises his mike up.)

ALWAY: "Well, let me tell you, I don’t think I could have made a better choice than joining up with ECW. I mean, Terry and Logan showed me a great tag team match on a Shock a while back and I knew that these two guys would be the guys to be with in the AWA. I’m looking forward to the great times ahead. A bunch of people are going to get OMGWTFOWN3D!"

(The crowd pops at the mentioning of the unique finisher name and Preston gives the mike back to Logan.)

LOGAN: "Well, I hope this crowd has some more cheers left in them, because ECW is about to go under one last modification…"

(The crowd is almost silent in anticipation as the four members of ECW turn to face the entrance.)

HS: "Who else can they possible bring into ECW?"

FJ: "Well…I don’t think Low or Lord Williams are in the mood to join right now."

(After a few more moments the lights goes off and "Right To Censor" by Fifty Stars Anger starts as projectors scan the crowd.)

HS & FJ: "What!?"

(The crowd absolutely erupts as Xtreme Jeff comes down the ring with a large Quebec flag, wearing his ECW jersey. He slides in under the bottom rope and kips up, then heads to a turnbuckle not occupied by a flag, perching his own on it.)

HS: "I can’t believe it! Xtreme Jeff is back in the AWA!"

FJ: "He’s out of rehab!"

(Xtreme Jeff hops down and goes straight for Terry. The two embrace as the crowd cheers wildly! After a few moments Terry gives his mike to Jeff, who is unable to talk as chants of "X T J!" are heard all over the arena. XTJ lets the chants go on for a while, absorbing the moment, before his music fades out and he raises the mike to speak.)

XTJ: "I can’t begin…to say how happy I am to be back in the AWA!"

(The crowd cheers again as XTJ is a little bit emotional, but he fights it off and puts on a big grin.)

XTJ: "I was in rehab for over a month, but now I can say that I no longer have to struggle against the drinking problems I used to have!"

(The crowd cheers once more and XTJ lets it die down before continuing.)

XTJ: "I have missed the AWA. I have missed ECW. I have missed the fans. But now, it’s time for the X-Rated Superstar to come back to his home! That being said, let’s have a beer guys!"

(XTJ chuckles, as does Terry and the rest of ECW. Jeff hands back the mike to Terry, who heads up to the last corner without a flag. He looks out to the crowd and raises the mike up to his mouth.)

TERRY: "It’s been a while since ECW has truly made a mark on the AWA. But now it’s time to show the world, once again, that the Elite Canadian Wrestler are that…damn…good!"

("Boom" by POD starts mid-way through the song as all five members of ECW play to the crowd inside the ring. Terry and Logan toss their mikes out of the ring and go back to their respective flags. XTJ goes back to his and the three remove them all before joining Alway and Misery in heading up the ramp. The five men stop at the top of the ramp and face the crowd, the raise all their hands to a resounding cheer. After a few moments they exit to the back, waving to the cheering crowd one last time.)

HS: "My God! What a Classic this is turning out to be! I never thought I’d see the day where the Elite Canadian Wrestlers would have five members after Xtreme Jeff was suspended and sent to rehab, but now ECW is back and stronger than ever!"

HS: "And we have more matches left tonight, including the No Limits Championship Match that will also determine a TRUE Number One Contender for the AWA World Heavyweight Championship!"

FJ: "Not only that, but we still have the Dog Collar match up tonight!"

HS: "Yes, we certainly do, and we also have the match between Low and Brian-"

FJ: "Lord!"

HS: "- Williams for the AWA World Heavyweight championship!"

(We open to the scene inside of NHL's locker room. We see NHL standing in the middle, drinking a bottle of water as Jessica watches, well, stares, in some sort of amazement.)

JESSICA: "You better stop with the water or you'll need to piss during your match."

NHL: "No, I'm fine."

JESSICA: "You ready?"

NHL: "You bet your sweet ass I am. Well, what I mean is that I am ready."

JESSICA: "Uh huh."

NHL: "I'm going to go out there and I'm going to beat Brian until there's nothing left in him or myself. I will walk out with the victory even if I have to give my own life to kill him. To me, there will be nothing sweeter than to see him fall off his high horse. And then, when I win, that'll be the end of it. Then, when I win, I'll begin to piece my life back together."

JESSICA: "Will you divorce Sarah?"

NHL: "No. I will make her life HELL by NOT divorcing her. She's going to pay for her infidelity and she's going to suffer in the process. There's not a damn thing she can do otherwise to force a divorce. And you know what? I'll what you what, I'll do ever-"

FJ: "OH MY GOD!"

(We see Jessica kiss Nathan! She's actually kissing Nathan!)

FJ: "OH MY! What is she doing?"

(Jessica stops the kiss and looks into NHL's eyes. Nathan then kisses Jessica, but it's more passionate.)

HS: "Wow, this is one strange and emotional night for everyone involved in this match."

(They stop kissing and look into each other's eyes.)

JESSICA: "It's about time!"

NHL: "Yeah, it is."

JESSICA: "How do you feel?"

NHL: "A lot less tense...I think."

(We head back to Herb and Frank.)

FJ: "Wow, what a scene."

HS: "I think that changes things a bit, don't you think?"

FJ: "A bit? Yeah...a bit..."

HS: "Ladies and gentlemen, only a few weeks ago did Travis Gray announce this next match and it seems more like a match of circumstance than a No Limits title match up."

FJ: "What do you mean, Herb? Is it because it will determine out TRUE Number One Contender for the AWA World Heavyweight Championship to be contested at Overpower!"

HS: "Yes. It involves two men who are both on a quest for the World Title, who have both traveled different roads to get to this point, but who but must defeat the other in order to go on. I think it’s safe to say that this match would have happened here at Classic whether Nightmist as the No Limits champion or not!"

FJ: "But I'm sure glad it is, because that means we get to see the King of Pain do what he does best."

HS: "Nightmist is undoubtedly the greatest hardcore wrestler the AWA has ever seen, to be sure. But you can't sell Orlando Ortega short. He's one of the most unique individuals I've ever had the pleasure of witnessing come through those ropes, and on paper, this match can go either way."

FJ: "But matches aren't won on paper, Herb. Ortega has only competed in one No Limits style match in his entire life, and that was a few weeks ago against AC Smith."

HS: "True. However, Orlando Ortega doesn't know how to give up, and if there is one thing you need to have in a No Limits match up, it is heart. Ortega has been the under dog going into a match on more than one occasion and he's pulled through."

FJ: "But never against someone with the caliber and credibility of Nightmist. If I was a betting man, I'd put all my chips on Nightmist in this one."

HS: "If?"

FJ: "That's not the point, Herb. The point is, Ortega gives up an entire foot to Nightmist in height, and Nightmist nearly doubles his weight. And this is the type of match that Nightmist is virtually unbeatable in. Let's not forget that Nightmist never lost the Hardcore title, Herb."

HS: "That's a very good point, Frank. But I think it's the other reward of this match that makes it so unique. Whichever of these two win tonight, they become the unquestionable number one contender for the World Championship. They'll be facing either Low or Brian Williams very soon. That means, in a short time, one of these two can have both the No Limits and the World Championships across their waists."

FJ: "See, that proves my point. Orlando Ortega isn't even big enough to wear two titles. There's no way he's going to win tonight."

HS: "Shut up, Frank."

(Daddy Yankee's voice booms through the P.A. as the Australian fans instantly hit their feet by the tens of thousands. The traditional orange smoke begins to billow through the entrance way as the fans wait in eager anticipation for the Outrageous One. The instant the first verse begins to play, Orlando Ortega leaps through the orange smoke and rolls across the ramp way with a senton before popping to his feet with his arms spread wide. Interestingly enough, his hat never even so much as moved through the chaos.)

FJ: "What is this clown wearing?"

HS: "Well, he's wearing leather chaps, Frank. And he's wearing a desert vest."

FJ: "He looks like the damn crocodile hunter."

HS: "It's traditional Aussie wear, Frank. He's giving these fans a treat."

FJ: "More like an eye sore if you ask me."

(Contrary to Frank's opinion, the fans get a big kick out of Ortega's costume, and he hops up onto the apron to show it off. He then pulls off his hat, an Australian style cowboy hat rather than his trademark white leather one, and flings it into the crowd into the hopeful arms of some clamoring fans. Ortega rolls backward into the ring, rather nonchalantly, with a big smile across his face, not even using his arms for balance. He lands in the ring and raises his arm high into the air, stepping up onto the second rope as he does. He proceeds to go to each side thereafter, doing the same thing, to pose for the thousands of flashbulbs that are igniting throughout. Ortega begins to pull off his wrestling gear when, halfway through, he suddenly calls for a microphone.)

FJ: "Oh no."

HS: "It seem Orlando Ortega has something to say."

FJ: "Isn't it enough that he's out here? Gosh."

HS: "He probably has something important to say, Frank. Shhh and listen."

FJ: "I'll shh, all right. Wake me when it's over."

(The fans roar in approval as Ortega holds up the microphone.)

OOO: "Thank you. Thank you. Now, if you'll bear with me, I have something I really want to get off my chest. Please… just one moment. And I'll get to it very soon… but first I want to say… DAMN I LOVE IT DOWN UNDER!"

(Orlando Ortega pauses for the incomprehensible cheap pop that ensues. Orlando holds up his hand to quiet them down, which takes a few moments.)

OOO: "No. Honestly, I really love it. I've learned so much about myself this past week. And I've had A LOT OF FUN DOING IT!"

(Another cheap pop that takes nearly as long to subside.)

OOO: "I've honestly never felt more appreciated or loved in my entire career. You guys really went all out for us to make us feel welcome here in Sidney. So tonight… I promise you… I'm going to give something back. I'm going to bust my ass out here tonight against Nightmist, and give you a match to remember for the rest of your lives!"

(They cheer with approval once more, and Ortega smiles. He then holds up his hand and his smiles fades away.)

OOO: "But that's not what brings me here tonight holding this microphone. As I said before, I have something I really want to get off my chest. Please, just bear with me. As many of you know, back in January, I returned to the American Wrestling Alliance after what was supposed to be a career ending injury…"

(Cheers.)

OOO: "Please, just let me finish. You see, when I came back, I made a promise to each and every single one of my fans… each of you sitting out there tonight… that I would do everything in my power to rid the AWA of evil and corruption. I promised to end Low's reign of terror and bring the AWA into a new age; an age of honor and appreciation. Something that you fans could be proud of. It has been nearly nine months since then, and I regretfully admit right here, that I haven't been successful. Now, while I have had some small successes… like coming through on my promise to end Low's reign… (waits for pop), as a whole, the AWA hasn't seen many changes. In fact, the AWA seems like its worse than ever. Travis Gray's promises to restore much needed order have fallen through the cracks and his threats have reached deaf ears. So it is with a heavy heart that I say to you, tonight… I am sorry."

(Orlando paces around the ring for a bit, allowing his message to soak in.)

OOO: "I'm sorry that I've sat back and done nothing while men like Low continue to abuse their power time and time again… power that he isn't supposed to have. I'm sorry that I've watched with a blind eye Travis Gray continue to let our company be riddled with scum and rejects, that aren't punished for their actions, but rather rewarded for their lack of it. I've stood by while our very own World Champion, Brian Williams, continues to embarrass and humiliate this company by constantly losing and showing no effort in his matches. I've done nothing but kept quiet when wrestlers who, a year ago, Brian Williams would have annihilated, come in and beat the man who is supposed to be unbeatable, making a complete mockery of the World Championship."

(The fans are silent, intently listening and a bit confused.)

OOO: "Well, I say, I will be silent no more! I'm not going to sit back and watch as guys like A.C. Smith and Dark Warrior, who haven't won a match in ages, are awarded title shots for their failure, when guys like myself and Nightmist go out there and win every night, beating this best this company has to offer, but Travis Gray doesn't give us the time of day when we finally speak up about it. I mean, what is going on when guys like Jayson Price and Javex Valerius are forced to compete in an irrelevant match, after beating the guys who are competing for titles on the biggest show of the year? What kind of sense does that make? I mean, let me ask all you something. How many of you here think Jayson Price deserves to be competing for the US Title tonight after having already beaten BOTH the competitors in it?"

(Ortega smiles sheepishly as the fans answer his somewhat rhetorical question with a cheer.)

OOO: "And when is the last time Dark Warrior won a match? Sure, he's an AWA legend and deserves to be inducted into the hall of fame, but since when does losing a string of matches net you a cruiserweight title shot? I cannot sit here and watch as the championships of the American Wrestling Alliance are being made the laughing stock of the sport entertainment industry. The AWA is the premier company in this business, but we're being disrespected by all those around because it seems we have monkeys running the show. I'm not going to say any names, but doesn't it seem like Travis Gray is rivaling another famous CEO in incredibly questionable business decisions?"

(The fans share a laugh with one another, before quieting down so Ortega can continue.)

OOO: "Is it any wonder why you guys are looking forward to tonight's match up? It's the most talked about Classic match on the internet! The No Limit title was created originally to be a foot in the door for many young upstarts in the AWA, and now, thanks in part to both Nightmist and myself elevating it with our abilities, and the defamation of the integrity of the rest of the AWA titles, it's become the most relevant title on AWA's biggest show ever! Normally, that would be something to be proud of, but how can Nightmist and myself be proud of that? The reality is that either one of us deserve to be in that World Title match tonight, just as much as Low. Hell, the TRUE reality is that either one of us should be FACING Low, as the World Champion, because we should have already faced… and obviously beaten… Brian Williams. Nightmist has done it three times already for Christ's sake!"

(The fans once again cheer in approval for what Ortega is saying in this obvious shoot.)

OOO: "I'm sure my job is at stake over this, which gives me all the more reason to put up my absolute best effort tonight. If I win, hey, I'm under title contract and my job is safe. If I lose, at least I know I'll have given the fans something to remember me by! I guarantee that's more than I can say for whatever other champions walk out of Classic tonight. And that's a damn shame. But, like I said, I promise you, from this point forward, I will NOT sit by and be silent as the AWA is made to be a laughing stock. I will not sit by and let the fans' voices be unheard, either! I promised to rid the AWA of corruption no matter who or what stood in my way, and tonight, I'm going to promise all over again. This time, though… I'm starting from the top! That means that the unspoken alliance between Low and Travis Gray will end very soon. That's right, I said it. I said what everyone has been thinking. Low is hiding behind Gray, or perhaps Gray is hiding behind Low. I'm sure tonight, Travis Gray is going to give me an earful for saying that, but how else can you explain how he sits there and allows Low to avoid me? I've asked Gray at least on three separate occasions to seal a match with Low, and the only thing he can tell me is that Low's contract is iron clad. Well, Travis Gray, aren't YOU the one who signed the damn thing? What were you thinking? I know Low brings big ratings, because everyone would pay to see him humiliated and lose, but does he make this company so much money that you're willing to bend over backwards to please him?"

(Ortega paces around the ring in visible frustration, biting his lip. His expression changes a bit, though, as he seems contempt to move on. It seems necessary, too, because for the most part, the fans are a bit confused.)

OOO: "Nightmist… you know how much respect I have for you, and I know what a great warrior you are. I implore you, that whichever of us should win tonight, whichever of us survives what will most definitely be a grueling test, that we no longer let our voice go unheard! One of us will be competing for the World Title very soon. And let's promise one another to do whatever it takes to bring back respect and prestige to it, just like we're going to do for the No Limits title tonight! Get your ass out here, 'mist, so we can become legends!"

(On cue, flames shoot up from the entrance archway as the fans thunder in cheers, both for Nightmist and the promise of a great match just given by Orlando Ortega. 2Pac’s anthem, ‘Ambitions Of A Rider’ hits the P.A. as the black silhouette of the No Limits champion emerges through the darkened entrance.)

HS: "You heard Ortega. This one is going to be memorable!"

FJ: "Orlando Ortega should be fired for saying what he just did. I hope Gray gives him what’s coming to him."

HS: "Fired for speaking his mind? We might be in Australia, but it’s still called the American Wrestling Alliance, and in the U.S., we have a little thing called the 1st Amendment. Besides, how many times have you trashed Gray in your history?"

FJ: "About as many as you trashed Low."

HS: "Touche."

(Nightmist emerges from the darkness with his title draped over his shoulder and a torch in his right hand. He glares at Ortega from the entranceway, and then looks down at his title as if to say "this baby is mine", before marching down the ramp. About halfway down, he stops and holds the torch up to his mouth, spewing mist from his mouth and causing a huge fire ball to engulf the air around him. The fans cheer as the masked battle hardened warrior makes his way to the ring, never taking his eyes off Orlando Ortega’s. Nightmist slowly, methodically climbs the ring steps and ducks through the ropes, walking over towards his opponent, before being cut off by the referee. The referee takes the title from Nightmist and holds it before the challenger, who smirks in approval at the gold before him. The two take a step closer as the referee explains the rules in their ears, but they remained only focused on one another.)

HS: "Right now, everything that either of these two have been through in the past doesn’t matter. We’re about to witness something special, Frank. Can you feel it?"

FJ: "I think so. But it might be that kangaroo burger I ate earlier."

HS: "Ok then… anyway… ladies and gentlemen… NL Title is on the line… and here we go!"

(The bell rings and the duo stand in the center of the ring, jawing back and forth, as the Aussie fans roar in anticipation. Orlando glares into Nightmist’s eyes, who has a good foot advantage on him, and the No Limits Champion retorts through his mask. Orlando is the first to strike, but not with a blow. The young Colombian extends out a hand for Nightmist, in a show of respect. Nightmist looks down at Ortega’s hand and embraces it.)

HS: "What a show of respect and sportsmanship by these two great warriors."

FJ: "I thought they said once the bell rings, respect goes out the window?"

(The fans cheer in approval, but they tense up when Nightmist doesn’t release Ortega’s hand. This comes as no surprise to OOO, however, and they both squeeze tightly, before Nightmist pulls Ortega towards him and lunges a clothesline with his free arm.)

FJ: "So much for your respect, Herb."

HS: "You could see it in their eyes, but you were right, Frank, this type of match has no room for respect."

FJ: "What? Say that again, I didn’t catch that."

HS: "You could see it in their eyes?"

FJ: "After that."

HS: "No room for respect?"

FJ: "Before that."

HS: "Frank?"

FJ: "Just before that."

HS: "You were right?"

FJ: "That’s it! I was right!"

(Ortega ducked the clothesline, but the two never let go of their hands, which have migrated to one another’s wrists. The Colombian wheels around behind Nightmist applying a key lock. He quickly chains this into a wristlock and bends the larger Nightmist backward. The stronger No Limits champ counters and it soon becomes Ortega that is bridged over. Ever the contortionist, Ortega rolls backward, twisting his own arm in the process, but carrying Nightmist over with the momentum for a takedown. Ortega turns the move back into a seated key lock on his opponent as the fans cheer the fast paced action in the ring.)

HS: "It’s obvious Ortega’s strategy is to keep this thing in the ring. He’s the more sound wrestler, but if Nightmist can get a hold of any sort of weapon, he’s the most dangerous superstar in the AWA."

FJ: "Ain’t that the truth!"

(Ortega locks in a front face lock and uses it to pull Nightmist to a vertical base, before kicking his own legs out from beneath himself and landing a falling reverse DDT. Ortega goes for a quick pin fall but Nightmist kicks out immediately. Ortega scoots to his feet glaring defiantly at his opponent, who rolls to his feet in disgust. Ortega darts in for a dragon screw, but Nightmist quickly sidesteps him, and both men begin scouting the other. Nightmist lunges with a clothesline that Ortega easily avoids and counters with a drop toe hold. He proceeds to apply a triangle ankle lock, but before he is able to lock the move in, Nightmist pops up onto his hands and mule kick’s Ortega away from him with his other leg. Ortega staggers back into the ropes and bounces off them, leapfrogging his annoyed opponent on the recoil. Nightmist wheels around to see Ortega coming off the opposite ropes with a running laza. The move doesn’t fell the 250 pounder but it does stagger him a bit. Ortega wastes little time continuing his offensive barrage, lunging up at Nightmist’s face with forearm shivers. Nightmist takes a few uncontrollable steps backward, and Ortega then begins unloading on him with sharp lucha libre chops that resonate through Teltra Stadium and draws a strong reaction from the Aussie crowd.)

FJ: "CRIKEY!"

HS: "Orlando Ortega has come out of the gates strong tonight. You can tell that he really wants to win tonight. He’s completely caught Nightmist off guard."

FJ: "This match is far from over, Herb. Nightmist isn’t going down that easy."

HS: "So far, Ortega is definitely content to keep the action inside the ropes. He can definitely use his quickness to his advantage here."

FJ: "It only takes one swat to kill a gnat, though, Herb."

HS: "Very true."

(Orlando is unrelenting, not allowing Nightmist any recovery time, as he backs him into the corner with his chops. Ortega climbs onto the second turnbuckle with his opponent backed against them, and begins unloading with a series of palm punches to Nightmist’s dome. The fans count along ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! Ortega rears back for a mighty blow at number TEN! The Colombian born superstar then hops down and in the process, grabs Nightmist around the back of the head and brings him forward into his feet, following through with an estacas.)

HS: "What elevation on that monkey flip from Orlando Ortega!"

FJ: "Wow, Nightmist is reeling. I’ve never seen that little runt come out so determined before. He’d better slow it down before he tires himself out."

HS: "I don’t think he’s going to tire himself out, Frank. Do you remember Classic last year in Germany? Ortega and Fish literally went wire to wire, non-stop, for nearly an hour!"

(Orlando pops to his feet, pumped up, as Nightmist sprawls around on the mat. Ortega moves in on him and he backs up onto his seat, scooting backward on the mat, all the way into the corner. Nightmist holds up his hands to beg Ortega off, and the Colombia pauses for a moment, both annoyed and amused at the same time. Of course, Nightmist takes advantage quickly with an eye gouge for his naïve opponent. OOO grasps at his eyes giving Nightmist the opportunity to size him up for one helluva flying clothesline that folds Ortega in half. Nightmist pulls Ortega up and instantly whips him into the turnbuckle with a certain amount of brute force. Nightmist proceeds to stomp into Ortega’s gut and sternum, driving him down to a seated position in the corner. Nightmist leans over his opponent and begins loosening the turnbuckle padding, stopping halfway through and landing another stomp to keep Ortega down. Nightmist finishes removing the padding and tosses it to the side, ignoring the pleas of the referee not to, but he’s doing nothing illegal. The No Limits champ reaches down to pull Ortega off the mat, but receives a brutal palm punch to his jaw for his efforts. Ortega reaches out to the ropes on either side of him and pulls himself up as Nightmist shakes off the sting. Ortega ducks to avoid a Nightmist haymaker and both men turn around to greet one another. Ortega reacts faster, though, and scoops up the larger Nightmist, spinning towards the ring and dropping him groin first across his knee with a fuerza punt.)

FJ: "Oooh, that’s gotta hurt!"

HS: "I hope Nightmist hasn’t planned on having any little ‘mists running around!"

(Nightmist dances around the ring grasping at his man-hood while Ortega’s waits to size him up. Ortega bounces off the ropes at the right moment and charges his unwitting opponent, catching him in a head scissors that he chains into a tornado DDT.)

HS: "Nightmist is Going Global!"

FJ: "Well… duh… I mean, we’re in Australia. We just left Japan. Where have you been?"

HS: "Shut up, Frank."

(Nightmist uses the momentum to carry himself right onto the apron and over the edge, where he motions Ortega away and begins circling the ring. Ortega, however, will have none of it, and let’s Nightmist wander around out of the ring.)

FJ: "What is Ortega doing? He’s letting Nightmist get his wind back."

HS: "I don’t understand this tactic, but I believe Ortega is forcing Nightmist to come back into the ring. I suppose he’d rather face a rejuvenated Nightmist in the ring than deal with him outside the ring. After all, No Limit rules declare that outside the ring… there are no rules!"

FJ: "He’s either a coward or a genius, and my money is on the first one."

HS: "Orlando Ortega certainly respects Nightmist’s abilities in a hardcore environment! I can’t believe he’d even think of letting Nightmist get his momentum back after the early parts of this match have been in his complete favor."

FJ: "I think he’s going to end up regretting this."

(Even the Aussies seem to be disapproving of Ortega’s decision, and he’s the victim of a few disgruntled boos. Nightmist, reluctantly, slides back into the ring, where Ortega meets him head on with some forearm shivers. A refreshed Nightmist fires back, though, with some forearms of his own connecting to the side of Ortega’s head. Nightmist begins unloading with punches on Ortega, fists closed and firing wildly, and the smaller man is suddenly hapless. Nightmist knees Ortega in the gut and then immediately picks him up and drops him stomach first across the ropes with a hot shot. Ortega hangs there for a moment, groaning aloud, teetering back and forth, before he slumps forward into the ring. No sooner does he climb to his feet than Nightmist is there with a running clothesline, sending himself and Ortega over the top rope. The champion stumbles down onto the canvas below, but his enemy surprisingly does not. Ortega is gripping for dear life to the top rope and, with an exasperating grunt, skins the cat back into the ring. Nightmist screams at him to "bring it" and the fans once again show their disapproval of Ortega’s persistence to avoid taking this match to the outside. It seems the peer pressure finally gets to him, though, because he suddenly hops over the top rope with his hands, lands on the apron, wheels around towards the ring and leaps up onto the second rope. With a quick springing bounce, the fans are roaring with cheers from a quebrada that caught Nightmist by surprise.)

HS: "Asai moonsault from Orlando Ortega!"

FJ: "Well, I guess this thing is finally gone to the outside! BRING ON THE HARDCORE MAYHEM!"

HS: "This isn’t what Ortega originally wanted and I think he’s becoming too confident."

FJ: "They call them high risk maneuvers, Herb. Usually that’s because of the sacrifice the wrestler must make when performing them. In this case, it’s because nothing is more risky than having to face Nightmist in a hardcore setting!"

(Both men stumble to their feet, Ortega having landed a bit awkwardly, as is common in these types of situations. Their eyes meet and like a shark sensing blood, Nightmist immediately goes on the offensive, unloading on Ortega with huge rights. The three-time cruiserweight champion fires some shots of his own back, and they begin trading rights to the delight of the crowd. However, being the more experienced and stronger brawler, Nightmist quickly gains an advantage and soon Ortega is backed up against the steel railing, absorbing hard blows from his enemy. Nightmist quickly whips Ortega violently into the side of the ring, and then back towards the railing again. He begins choking Ortega against the railing with his boot, before whipping him viciously into the ring steps. CLANK!)

FJ: "Orlando Ortega is a human pinball!"

HS: "For the first time in this contest, Nightmist has a decided advantage. Ortega may have bitten off much more than he, or anyone, could chew!"

FJ: "Look at Nightmist’s eyes… they’re just cold and methodical."

HS: "Chilling. But this is why Nightmist is unquestionably regarding as the greatest hardcore wrestler in the history of the American Wrestling Alliance. He’s like a surgeon, cold and calculating, methodically wearing his opponent down in brutal fashion."

FJ: "Before cutting them open and ripping them to shreds!"

(Nightmist pulls the flaccid body of Ortega off the mat and scoops him up into a military press. He attempts to drop Ortega sternum first onto the steel railing, but out of utter desperation, the Colombian pushes himself off and falls behind. Ortega begins staggering away, trying to flee, as Nightmist stalks him with nearly a grin on his face. Ortega backs up the ramp, completely out of it, and he stumbles down. Nightmist lands a few stomps, practically kicking him up the ramp, and Ortega holds up his hands wanting none of this. The fans are stunned silent, seeing Ortega literally flee for his life, as Nightmist continues to stalk him like the killer in a slash horror film. Back up against the stage, Ortega is caught between a rock and a hard place, or in this instance, the stage and the No Limits champion, and he has no choice but to try and fight back. Ortega vainly unleashes some lucha chops, but none of them even connect, and Nightmist rams his shoulder into Ortega’s chest, slamming him against the stage. Ortega begins clubbing Nightmist in the back and elbowing him in the side of the head, which does stun the beast, if but for a moment. The fans show their support for Ortega, trying to will him on, but Nightmist certainly has his share of support from the Australians as well. Suddenly, Ortega seems to get an idea, and he hops up against the stage and applies a body scissors to Nightmist, standing in front of him. This angers Nightmist and he grabs Ortega and attempts to drive him into the stage once more. This seems to be all part of Ortega’s plan, though, because he instinctively leans backward and flips Nightmist onto the stage with a frankensteiner variation.)

HS: "What a move by Ortega! He literally slung Nightmist up onto the stage!"

FJ: "For a second there, I thought he was practicing Kama Sutra or something!"

HS: "What?"

FJ: "You know? I thought he was trying the curious monkey…"

HS: "Sh… just call the damn match."

(Ortega pulls himself up onto the stage, where Nightmist and he meet head on once again, trading blows. Forgetting their recent sufferings, both men are swinging wildly, connecting each time, neither really even attempting to block. The fans cheer as the chaos takes them into the direction of the entranceway, and soon, they are brawling like madmen backstage. Production members dart out of the way to avoid interfering or injury, as the two warriors engage in an all out fist fight, both trying to nail a huge blow on their enemy, but neither succeeding. The camera shakes back and forth as the camera man desperately tries to keep up in the chaos. Finally, Nightmist has had enough of the stale mate brawling, and unloads with a huge rising knee into Ortega’s stomach.)

HS: "I’m amazed that after all Nightmist has put him through, Orlando Ortega is even standing!"

FJ: "He’s running on fumes, I’m sure."

HS: "No, Frank, he’s running on heart!"

(Nightmist scoops Ortega up quickly and charges towards the metal cardboard recycling bin. He slams Ortega into the metal and it resonates with a loud CLANK! Drawing the attention of all nearby. He uses continuation to chain the move into a power slam right onto the tiled floor and Ortega’s back echoes with a loud SMACK! The Colombian groans in pain as Nightmist stands over him and begins cursing and taunting him. The No Limits champion screams at Ortega and slaps him across the face. He pulls Ortega up and applies a headlock, which he uses to guide Ortega around the hallways, occasionally clubbing him in the head with some punches when he tries to fight free. They wind up near a hot dog concession stand, where Nightmist goes over to the bread crates and proceeds to empty the top one, spilling the bread all over the floor to the chagrin of the concession manager. Nightmist then proceeds to ram the crate into Ortega’s gut, doubling him over and opening him up for a shot to the back from the crate. SMACK! SMACK! Nightmist tosses the crate aside and grabs a plastic serving tray from the counter. Ortega stumbles about on the floor, opening himself up for a shot square across the back of his head that shatters the tray in two. CRACK! Nightmist stops for a moment and grabs a jumbo-sized beer out of the hand of a customer, who is highly offended but quickly mobbed by security, and he chugs the entire beer down. As Ortega slowly climbs to his feet, Nightmist rears back and spits beer all over his face.)

FJ: "Misty… BOOZE!"

HS: "Did you see the size of that beer, Frank?"

FJ: "God bless Australia."

(Ortega staggers backward, wiping the beer from his face and he stumbles across the condiment cart. Nightmist charges in on him, but is met with a well aimed squirt of hot sauce. Nightmist screams from the searing burn of the hot sauce in his eyes, and immediately grabs at them. Ortega pushes the cart into Nightmist’s gut causing him to stumble backward against the concrete wall and he quickly charges him , landing a shoulder block into his gut, driving the air out of him as he still yelps from the burning ocular pain. Ortega applies an arm wrench on his opponent that he now uses to guide him through the lobby area of Telstra Stadium. Fans watched wide eyed as they make their way towards a vacated souvenir stand filled with various local sporting teams’ merchandise. Ortega whips Nightmist towards the display window of the store and the glass behind him wobbles delicately as he hits it with a THUD! Suddenly caught up in the moment, Orlando charges at Nightmist and leaps through the air with a cross body. Nightmist catches him, sort of, but both men go flying into the glass and through it. CRASH! Shards of glass fly backward everywhere into the store, thankfully unoccupied, as the fans around scream in horror and the ones still inside the arena let out a thunderous roar. HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!)

HS: "OH MY GOD! They just went through the glass! They could be severely injured, or worse!"

FJ: "I hope they know that’s going to come out of their checks!"

HS: "Up until this point, we’ve seen some brutal and crazy things from these two, but that right there… that was totally insane."

FJ: "It brings back memories of the No Limits Title match between Maxx Skabb and NHL and those glass tables! Boy, I wish that really happened…dumb boiler room stipulation…"

(Ortega and Nightmist are both cut in various spots, and Ortega has a few shards of glass sticking out of his skull that are surrounded by a river of blood that pours onto the floor. He winces as he pulls the glass out of his skull and tries to climb to his feet. He looks into the pool of blood in his hand that is pouring from his forehead and the site dizzies him a bit. However, upon seeing Nightmist staggering about on the floor, trying to pick himself up, Ortega’s weak knees strengthen and his whitening face grows red. The blood looks much worse than it is, because Ortega suddenly charges Nightmist again and they go flying through the frame of the window that was once their. They spill out back into the lobby and both lay their for a moment, gasping, blood flowing from their respective cuts. Nightmist’s scarred arms will have a few more additions as the crimson begins seeping down his biceps. Ortega holds his hand to his forehead, trying to stop the blood flow while hoping to find his second wind. Both men eventually begin to pull themselves to their feet, and upon seeing one another, lock up. Neither has enough energy at this point to out power the other, despite their size difference, and they more or less stumble down the hall way and through the archway to the arena. The cameras follow suit and is greeted by thousands of flashbulbs as it seems the two have made their way back into the arena’s second level. Security rush the area, trying to hold brave and intoxicated fans back from interfering with the match, and are mostly successful. One fan, though, makes it through and provides Ortega with an opportunity, because he willingly gives up his replica No Limits title belt at the challenger’s request. SMACK! Ortega nails Nightmist in the face with the plastic toy, and then looks on dejected that is has little to no effect. Ortega drops the belt and pouts over his dumb luck for a moment, before landing a strike to Nightmist’s jaw. It seems the strike from the toy belt helped smack Nightmist back into reality, because he suddenly lunges forward with a mafia kick that sends Ortega over the hand rail that divides the steps trailing through the seats. Ortega falls hard onto the concrete steps and Nightmist stomps him in the back, kicking him down the steps. Ortega rolls down them, trying to curl himself up to lessen the impact, and he ends up landing against the barricade separating the fans from the ring before them.)

HS: "What a tumble by Ortega. That looked quite painful."

FJ: "He’s fallen… and he can’t get up."

HS: "Oh, Frank, you can do better than that."

FJ: "I know. I’m a failure."

HS: "At least we agree on one thing…. Wait a minute… what the hell is Nightmist trying to do here?"

FJ: "Well he just took that fellow’s chair out from underneath him! I guess he plans on using it!"

HS: "He’s placing that chair against Ortega’s chest! Ortega is out of it, he doesn’t know where he is, let alone what is going on! No! NO DON’T DO IT NIGHTMIST!"

FJ: "Even I can’t watch this!"

(Frank and Herb turn their eyes away as Nightmist charges with a drop kick right into the chair, and thusly right into the chest, of Orlando Ortega. The impact sends Ortega crashing against the steel barricade and literally through it, as the connectors snap off like Lego pieces. The fans begin another HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! Chant, while Ortega jerks around on the ground, spasming out of control from the pain.)

HS: "I CAN’T BELIEVE THAT! The steel barricade just snapped in two like a twig! That had to have shattered Ortega’s ribs and it could’ve injured his spine!"

FJ: "This match is over! It has to be! I’ve never seen anything like that before, Herb. Ever."

HS: "I can’t either, Frank, and I think that may be a first! Nightmist invents so many ways to cause bodily harm to his opponents, it’s no surprise that he’d be willing to do something so brutal."

(The fans roar in approval of the hardcore mayhem they just witnessed, although many are a bit shocked it’s happening to their beloved Ortega. Nightmist pulls Ortega up and rolls him into the ring, where he lies lifeless and unmoving, barely even breathing. At this point, the blood flow from Ortega’s skull has dramatically slowed, but it’s quite irrelevant, as there’s no telling if Ortega can even walk at this point.)

HS: "He’s not moving, Frank!"

FJ: "You don’t think he’s… he’s paralyzed do you?"

HS: "After what he just went through, there is no telling."

(Nightmist, exhausted but excited, rolls into the ring and shows the first real emotion in his eyes since the start of the match. He frantically lays over Ortega and pins his shoulders to the mat as the fans count along with the referee.)

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FJ: "NIGHTMIST RETAINS!"

HS: "KICK OUT!"

FJ: "That was three!"

HS: "No! THE REFEREE SAYS HE KICKED OUT! This match will continue!"

FJ: "I can’t believe it!"

HS: "Neither can Nightmist!"

FJ: "H… How?"

HS: "After all that, I don’t know, Frank. There’s no explanation for how Ortega kicked out of that pinfall! His heart is unmatched!"

(Nightmist is beside himself and argues vehemently with the referee about the count. Nevertheless, the referee stands firm by his decision. On the mat, Ortega has begun to stir as the fans cheering draws Nightmist’s attention back to his opponent. He comes over and grabs Ortega by the ankle as he tries to crawl away, but Ortega turns himself over and lifts himself up to his feet on one leg in an amazingly agile move. Nightmist is wide eyed with surprise giving Ortega the opportunity to use all his effort to leap into the air. The fans cheer as Ortega aims a shining wizard at Nightmist’s skull, his Penalty Kick, but the No Limits champion manages to duck down to avoid the move, not releasing Ortega’s ankle. Ortega tweaks his body when he lands on his other foot, and winces in pain, grasping at his ribs. Taking advantage, Nightmist, in one fluid motion, impressively agile for a six foot eight inch big man, kicks Ortega’s leg out from beneath him, causing him to fall onto his chest, and then wrenches on Ortega’s ankle that he still holds in his hands.)

HS: "THE GUM SHOE! NIGHTMIST HAS THE GUM SHOE LOCKED IN!"

FJ: "Ortega has nowhere to go! WHAT A COUNTER!"

HS: "You’re right, Frank. There are no illegal holds or rope breaks in No Limits competition, so Ortega is totally and completely at Nightmist’s mercy. And I guarantee Nightmist isn’t letting this submission go!"

FJ: "He’s probably broken Ortega’s ribs, now he’s going to snap his ankle in two! TAP ORTEGA! TAP!"

HS: "He has no choice, Frank!"

(Ortega screams in agony from the ankle lock, that Nightmist shows no signs of weakening any time soon. The more Ortega struggles the more motivation he gives Nightmist to lock the move in tighter. Like squeezing a ketchup bottle, blood begins to once again pour from Ortega’s skull, dark and thick after the loss of so much before. Orlando Ortega crawls towards the ropes, inching his way closer, as the referee begs for him to tap out to save himself. Nightmist, in fact, orders it. But Ortega shakes his head defiantly each time, and continues, in intense pain, to crawl to the ropes.)

HS: "Ortega has never tapped out in his career, but I don’t think he has a choice now!"

FJ: "Getting to the ropes isn’t going to help him, Herb. He’s struggling in vain."

HS: "I’m afraid you’re right, Frank."

FJ: "What’s that?"

HS: "Don’t start that again. Frank, just listen to these fans show their support for Orlando Ortega. I think all of Sidney is on their feet, trying to rally him on."

FJ: "But it’s not going to help, Herb. Nightmist has this one in the bag. Ortega has no choice but to tap out or have his ankle shattered."

(Despite his best efforts, Nightmist grows frustrated that Ortega has held on for so long. He tries pulling Ortega back towards the center of the ring, but the Colombian fights against him. Nightmist is forced to sacrifice sure footing for a tight grip on the move, and he chooses the tight grip. Ortega’s eyes begin to glaze over and we can see the spirit being sucked out of him. He knows that he has only one choice as well. He raises his arms as the fans let out a dejected roar. Ortega’s hand slams down towards the mat.)

FJ: "HE’S TAPPING!"

HS: "NO!"

(Ortega grabs on tightly to the ropes, coercing Nightmist to roar loudly, wrenching in the move with all his strength. The referee can’t force Nightmist to break the hold and the fans are left wondering what Ortega is doing. They certainly appreciate his refusal to give up, but at what cost? The camera shows a little girl crying over the action in the ring, worried for Ortega and the intense pain he is in. That’s when it happens. The single most awe inspiring moment many of these people have ever seen in a wrestling ring. Orlando Ortega reaches out with his other arm and wraps it tightly against the ropes and, answering prayers from fans world wide, he pulls with all his might. The suddenly jerk causes Nightmist to lose his footing for good, and he goes darting forward and over the ropes. He of course releases Ortega’s ankle, and he stumbles onto the ring apron.)

HS: "ORTEGA DIDN’T TAP OUT!"

FJ: "IMPOSSIBLE!"

HS: "What heart does this kid have? He is extraordinary!"

FJ: "It’s just not possible, Herb. There’s no way… I’m… I’m stunned."

(Nightmist, likewise, is stunned as well. So stunned, in fact, that he’s not really able to react to Ortega pulling himself up and hopping across the ring on one leg. Ortega leaps, with his one good leg, onto the second rope perpendicular to Nightmist and uses it to land a springboard elbow that sends Nightmist flying backward off the apron and face first into the top of the announcer’s table.)

HS: "Whoa!"

FJ: "He nearly took us out!"

HS: "Orlando Ortega may have just turned the tide of this match. He survived the Gum Shoe, Frank! He’s done the impossible so far!"

FJ: "Here he comes… hide your wallet, Herb. He might steal it."

HS: "The only thing Orlando Ortega might steal tonight is a win tonight from the King of Pain!"

(Still hobbling, Orlando slides out of the ring and limps over to Nightmist. He elbows the Champion in the chest a few times – he was sitting up on the table, dazed – and lays him down across the announcer’s table. Orlando then gets a gleam in his eye, and looks up towards the ring. The fans know instantly what he’s thinking of, and in seemingly an instant, ignoring his hurting ankle, Ortega scales the turnbuckle. He looks down below, far below, at Nightmist sprawled out before him, just beginning to come to. He takes a deep breath and leaves his worries behind, as well as the turnbuckle behind him. Flash bulbs ignite like fire crackers as Ortega spins and twists through the air.)

HS: "HEAD’S UP!"

FJ: "OH SHIT! RUN!"

(Frank and Herb dart off to the side as Ortega lands his corkscrew senton across Nightmist’s chest. CRACK! CRASH! THUD! The table instantly gives way and splinters fling through the air with a cloud of dust. Ortega and Nightmist lay motionless on the ground as the fans once again give way to the chaos. HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! Frank and Herb are stunned, standing off to the site, as both men just lay their, gasping for air.)

HS: "Ortega just landed Head’s Up off the top of the turnbuckle! He just fell at least fifteen feet and shattered him and Nightmist through this table!"

FJ: "Now THAT was No Limits! But where the heck am I going to set my drink for the rest of the night?"

HS: "That’s the biggest worry you have? Those two men have put one another through hell, and you’re worried about a damn cup holder."

FJ: "It was a Foster’s… Foster’s, Australian for beer."

HS: "Oh my God. How much did they pay you for that?"

FJ: "Enough."

(Despite everything, Ortega is the first to begin stirring, and soon he is on weak knees. He pulls Nightmist from the rubble and rolls him into the ring, following suit. Ortega collapses on the ring apron for a moment, from pure exhaustion, and then rolls into the ring. Nightmist is laying on his stomach with his head in his hands, still apparently out of it. Ortega staggers over to his opponent and leans in to lift him up, when he is suddenly, out of the blue, sprayed in the face with a blue mist, mixed with specks of red blood. Ortega staggers backward, blind as Nightmist pops to his feet, obviously having been playing possum for the last few minutes, biding his time. He quickly scales the turn buckle, wobbling a bit on tired legs, and then leaps off, nailing his patented finishing tornado DDT.)

HS: "MISTY BLUE! Out of nowhere… Nightmist just baited Orlando Ortega right into that!"

FJ: "This match has to be over now."

HS: "Here’ the cover…"

FJ: "Nightmist will retain!"

(The fans are beside themselves, shocked at what they just witnessed, and Nightmist falls over Ortega with an arm, exhausted himself.)

ONE!

TWO!

THR – KICK OUT!

FJ: "NOOOOOOOO!"

HS: "HE KICKED OUT! HE KICKED OUT! By God, somehow, Orlando Ortega is still fighting!"

FJ: "I demand a recount… er… repin! That was three seconds, Herb!"

HS: "Say what you will, Frank. It doesn’t change the fact that Orlando Ortega kicked out! This match is still going to continue. Listen to these fans. This place is thunderous!"

(Nightmist shows his second emotion of the evening, fury, as he proceeds to stomp the proverbial mud hole in Orlando Ortega. Now a possessed man, Nightmist quickly leaves the ring and goes searching under the ring skirt. He pulls out a table and the camera focuses on his eyes, burning with hatred now. He slides the table into the ring and goes back under the ring and pulls out a small white plastic container and a small card board box, roughly three inches long. Further inspection, or a zoom from camera 2, reveals that it’s lighter fluid and matches.)

HS: "Oh, we’ve seen this before! He’s going to light that table on fire!"

FJ: "BURN BABY! BURN!"

(Ortega stumbles about on the ring floor while Nightmist sets up the table and squeezes the entire contents of the bottle onto the top of the table. He pulls Ortega over into the turnbuckle, with a few coercing punches, and then strikes a match. With a sly grin, he drops the match onto the table and a tower of flames immediately shoots up with a burst. Smoke begins to billow over the flames, and the camera isn’t able to get a good view of what is happening. The fans are in a complete uproar as the flames grow higher and higher, obstructing everyone’s view.)

HS: "What the hell is going on? Don’t do this Nightmist! You’re going to kill him!"

FJ: "YES! DO IT NIGHTMIST! KILL HIM!"

(Several extremely tense moments pass before the flames are suddenly extinguished by two bodies falling from the smoke. CRACK! CRASH! SIZZLE! THUD! Charred splinters fling through the air as a plume of smoke rises. The cameras cannot see what is going on in the wreckage, but after a few moments, it begins to clear.)

HS: "I can’t see anything…"

FJ: "What is going on? What happened?"

(The smoke settles and we see Ortega laying over the top of Nightmist, motionless, and the referee, daring the heat and cinders, leans in for the count.)

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

(There is no question this time that Nightmist is the victor, because neither man moves at all. The camera catches EMT’s rushing the ring, as a split screen comes up showing what another camera caught during the mayhem. We see Nightmist guide Ortega to the top and Ortega suddenly spurt to life, throwing wild punches. Nightmist begins to retort, but Orlando seems to gain the upper hand out of desperation. Nightmist throws a wild haymaker that Ortega ducks and lunges under, draping his arm across Nightmist’s chest. Ortega stands up straight, pulling Nightmist with him, and then he suddenly begins bouncing on the top rope, gaining some momentum. Before Nightmist can react, Ortega leaps backward, off the top rope, bringing Nightmist with him. Ortega does a sort of moonsault in the air, only Nightmist isn’t below him, he’s riding along side him, and suddenly both men crash through the inferno below them.)

HS: "That was Ortega’s brand new move he’s been working on called O3! He just nailed it off the top turnbuckle THROUGH A FLAMING TABLE!"

FJ: "NOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

HS: "Orlando Ortega has done the unthinkable and beaten Nightmist. He’s the new No Limits Champion!

FJ: "How… HOW?"

HS: "Ortega battled through everything, including tremendous blood lost. I told you, his heart is unmatched! What a battle between these two men! I can’t believe what we just witnessed!"

(EMT’s spray the cinders with fire extinguishers then begin to check on both men, giving them both much needed medical attention. The referee hands a barely conscious Ortega the title, and when he sees the gold in his hands, he seems to snap out of it. He holds the title high in the air in one of the most surreal scenes in AWA memory while Nightmist is loaded onto a stretcher. The camera fades away, but not before catching the entire arena giving Nightmist and Ortega a standing ovation.)

(We come to our final Low and Brian Williams career highlights, starting with this year's King Of The Kage tournament finals between Low and Brian Stevens.)

(As Low crawls towards Stevens, Stevens picks up the Russian chain from the assortment of weapons. He wraps it around his right fist and goes to nail Low with it, but Low suddenly lunges forward and nails Stevens with a low blow. Adrenaline seems to be setting in as Low jumps up, grabs Stevens by the head and hits the Low Stunner.)

HS: "Low Stunner! This could be it!"

(Low immediately covers Stevens and gets 1..... 2..... NO! Close kick out! Low now wipes the blood out of his eyes and looks at his blood-smeared hands, then starts pulling out of the thumbtacks of his left arm. Low waits for Stevens to get up, and as he does, Low grabs his arm and goes for the chicken wing crossface to set up the Low Standard, but before Low can fully reach around, Stevens grabs him by the neck and pulls him over with a snapmare. Both are on their feet again and Stevens applies a front headlock, then drops backwards and forces Low down to the mat.)

FJ: "The guillotine choke!"

HS: "Stevens with a dangerous choke that Low won't be able to withstand for long this late into the night."

(Stevens screams as he applies the hold, moving his upper body back and forth to add leverage. But suddenly his scream turns from determined to blood-curling and frightening.)

FJ: "What happened?"

HS: "I don't kn-... Jesus Christ, look at this! He's got a knife sticking in his thigh!"

(Stevens lets out an awful scream and immediately releases the guillotine choke. He holds his right thigh and we can now see that there is indeed a jackknife sticking in his thigh. The reversed angle instant replay then shows us that while in the guillotine choke, Low used his last ounce of strength to reach into his boot and pull out this jackknife, pulls out the blade and sticks it into Stevens' thigh.)

HS: "This is downright brutal. This is criminal. Somebody needs to step in NOW!"

(The referee tries to pull the knife out of Stevens' thigh, but Stevens pushes him away. Stevens pulls himself up with the help of the ropes and then starts limping. As he turns around, Low nails him right over the head with the steel chair, but before Stevens can fall to the mat, Low holds on to him. He walks him over to the thumbtacks, hooks his head, lifts him up and hits an implant DDT right onto the thumbtacks!)

HS: "Oh my god! Stevens just went head first into the thumbtacks! There are tacks sticking in his face and a jackknife sticking in his thigh! Low is covered in even more thumbtacks now as well!"

FJ: "Low pulls him out of the thumbtacks! He covers!"

HS: "One! Two! Three! We have our 2006 King Of The Kage! For the first time in AWA history, a King reclaims his throne!"

(Low doesn't even get off of Stevens. Both men are covered in blood, thumbtacks sticking into various of their body parts, the jackknife still in Stevens' thigh. EMTs are running down the ramp as the crowd gives both men a standing ovation. The referee opens the door and the EMTs immediately tend to Stevens, and especially to the jackknife, as Low has found enough strength to sit down in the ring corner. Tabitha Rankin and Sarah Hawthorne are running down the ramp, followed closely by Richard O. Dickinson III and Debbie Stone, and each pair immediately tends to its respective associate.)

(We go to our final Brian Williams career highlight, taking on his brother "Animosity" John Williams in a Last Man Standing Match at No More Drama.)

(Animosity out of desperation reaches down and clings to the ladder. He drives a finger into Brian’s eye. Brian lets him down as Animosity smashes Brian’s face off rung of the ladder, Williams rocks on the ladder. Williams then reaches up with a massive paw and catches Animosity with a heavy punch to the jaw. Animosity now reels on the ladder. Both men barely able to stand from a mixture of blood loss and exhaustion teeter on the ladder. Brian Williams throws a shot that is blocked by Animosity who returns fire with three right hands. Williams is severely rocked and is near falling, with everything he has left Animosity delivers one last shot that causes Williams to slowly teeter backwards and then fall off the ladder, the flash bulbs go off as the giant is falling, he goes through the table, it collapses under him as screwnails drive into his back.)

FJ: "The Champion is dead, Herb!"

HS: "He sent his brother to hell, Frank, just like he said he would."

(As Brian lays motionless on the mat… Animosity wearily climbs to the top rung of the ladder. Animosity then signifies that he is going to go for the 450 splash. The ref begs him to get down, however Animosity flips him the bird, and then raises his arms.)

HS: "And now he's going to go to hell himself to finish the job. Brian Williams' reign of terror is about to end."

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

(Animosity leaps flipping one and a half times, he comes crashing down towards the ring, on top of the shattered table, and on top of the screws he earlier spread out, but much to his dismay his brother, the World Champion, Brian Williams, was just able to avoid the contact. Williams lands face first and rolls over. We now see both men laying motionless in the center of the ring with destruction and carnage all around them. We see screws sticking into Animosity’s bloody face, we cant really even see Brian’s face through all the blood, as it has matted through his hair. The ref then begins to count both men down. 1..... 2..... 3..... 4..... 5..... 6..... Brian Williams rolls over now and is laying face first..... 7..... 8..... Brian drags himself to the ropes..... 9..... in a desperate movement Brian lifts himself to his feet..... 10!!!!! Brian looks over but doesn’t seem to care about anything, after ten the bell rings as the giant champion of the AWA collapses now)

HS: "Brian Williams has just barely retained his title here at No More Drama."

FJ: "These guys need some help."

FJ: "The FINAL video, Herb!"

HS: "We’re getting down to the wire with only TWO matches left and we will not be seeing someone in the main event tonight after Classic is over."

(We cut to the back where Larry Porter is standing with The Legendary Low.)

LP: "Low, at the beginning of this program, President Gray announced that tonight's match between you and the AWA World Champion Lord Brian Williams would be a loser-leaves-AWA Match. Your thoughts on this surprising development?"

LOW: "Larry Porter, as much as I loathe Travis Gray and as much as I have loathed him since 2001, every now and then the man makes a decision that is the exception to the rule - i.e brilliant."

"Brian Williams, tonight, the road for one of us will come to an end. Other people in my position would be upset for being forced to put their careers on the line. Sure, I could wrestle elsewhere if I lost, but the fact is, this is the AWA, this is the number one promotion in the world, if I can't wrestle here, I don't want to wrestle anywhere! But - I'm not upset. Quite the opposite. Because tonight, we will prove once and for all who is the greatest of all-time, Williams."

"The winner takes it all, the loser has to fall. Brian Williams, you climbed fast and you climbed high. For a millisecond in AWA history, you were the greatest of all-time. But the old cliché still rings true - the bigger they are, the harder they fall. He who flies highest, can't see where he's going, and Williams, you've been flying blind for the majority of the past 541 days since losing the AWA's World War I to me. Tonight, I will end the AWA's World War II, and Williams, all you will be from here on forth is merely a horrible memory."

LP: "Let's get back to ringside."

HS: "Strong words by Low. I wonder if we’ll hear from the Champion here tonight?"

FJ: "I hope Lord Williams comes out here and addresses the masses for what cold be the last time. I mean, Low did, so why can’t he? I mean, isn’t he our savior?"

(The lights go down.)

FJ: "Ah, this is great. The powers down."

HS: "Well the mics are still working…"

(Suddenly an air raid siren begins to sound.)

HS: "Wait a minute!"

(Red spotlights shooting in all directions.)

FJ: "Could…could this be…?

(An infamous slogan is revealed on the big screen: )

COME N' PLACE YA BETS!!

("Welcome to the Jungle" suddenly thunders from the P.A system. As smoke blows out from behind the curtain, a figure steps out. He wears an all red designer suit, with a black shirt. His long curly locks are down and covered with a black top hat. His red oval sunglasses still cant cover the scar that runs down from his right eye. He pauses to light a cigarette then raises the Polish flag in the air.)

HS: "ANDREAS LASIEWICZ!"

FJ: "My God! I thought he was gone!"

HS: "Well, you know the old saying, ‘They ALWAYS come back!’"

(He cracks a cheeky grin at the reaction from the crowd. He circles the ring, rolls in and stands on the turnbuckle surveying the fans with a Cheshire Cat grin.)

HS: "Andreas Lasiewicz debuted around the same time of his mortal enemy NHL, in the Autumn of 2004. In fact, He signed his original contract at Classic 04 in Toronto"

FJ: " And he holds the distinction of being the first-ever No Limits Champion."

HS: " He was also the last man to hold the TV title before it was unified with the Hardcore title into the No Limits title, and is also a former United States Champion."

FJ: "You mean POLISH Heavyweight Champion."

HS: "No… I don’t. Whatever he claimed the title was named, he was the 49th United States Champion. Albeit, one of the most successful holding the belt for nearly 100 days and defending against the likes of John Williams, The Hangman, Brian Stevens, XTJ and many others."

FJ: "And he beat Low"

HS: "Sort of…"

FJ: "He beat him…shush!"

( He hops off and stops for a minute receiving the reaction of all the fans. He then walks slowly over to the top rope before perching himself on the top rope raising his right arm in the air as the crowd screams. )

HS: "And as another moment of Classic history, last year he collected the Breakthrough of the Year and retired AWA Legend King Chozen. And from the looks of things he is in great shape!"

FJ: "Pervert…"

HS: "What?"

FJ: "Nothing…"

(He grabs a microphone and stands there smiling.)

LASIEWICZ: ""It's often said that the mark of a true champion is the ability to wrestle a sixty minute five-star match with a broomstick. Personally, I think that's a bunch of horseshit."

(The crowd react badly to this statement.)

HS: "His language is colorful as always."

FJ: "Shush you."

LASIEWICZ: "I'm not saying that possessing this certain ability is in any way a detriment: possessing the stamina, endurance and willpower to go sixty minutes in the ring at top performance is something to be personally proud of, if your personal sense of pride is devised by the length of your 'go-time'. It's entertaining for the fans, and on the rare occasion that it happens, I imagine that it's nice to be able to hear the one-hour time limit bell while you're still doing corkscrew planchas out of the ring. With all do respect to guys who can do that, that statement just doesn't hold up water. The mark of a true champion is winning matches. "

(He takes a drag from his cigarette.)

LASIEWICZ: "Professional wrestling is the kind of sport that doesn't really have solid rules as much as it does suggested guidelines. If the rules written down in any given wrestling promotion were actually expected to be followed strictly, the promotions themselves would have made the appropriate officiating changes required to uphold them. Thing is, you're placing the outcome of any given matchup in the hands of someone who doesn't have eyes in the back of his head, and when you're not installing instant replay rules or overturning matches won by illegal means, you're basically rubber-stamping the actions the winner took to get himself to the better pay window as acceptable. And of course you are: this is a sport built on interpersonal conflict, and it's much better or, more profitable, to have a rematch than it is to disqualify someone after the fact and overturn a decision. In essence, every wrestling promoter on the planet is telling you that by not supporting the rules they expect their officials to uphold, they are giving a silent nod to chair shots and outside interference."

"And so, true champions ought not to be judged on their ability to wrestle for an hour at the top of their personal game. Instead, true champions should be judged on their ability to win matches, regardless of how that match was won. Until the day comes when a major wrestling organization says that they are installing the NFL's instant replay system or having secondary referees in boxes way upstairs in the arena available to review tapes, it shouldn't matter how well a champion wrestles technically. All that should matter is that he wrestles, and that he wins. "

(He pauses briefly and goes into a slight daze.)

LASIEWICZ: "Let me prove it to you. "

"Thanks to a remarkable series of matches, my left ankle has a tendency to begin hurting at about the ten minute mark of any match I'm exerting myself within, and it feel like it's on fire after about fifteen. As the result of hardcore or extreme-style matches over the past ten years, my joints - knees, ankles, wrists and elbows - have developed a dull, consistent ache, and have slowed me down enough that I've been forced to alter my in-ring style from that of a primarily aerially-gifted performer to that of a submission and mat-based athlete who rarely goes to the air. I've broken nine bones, not including my nose, and I've got more stitches in my head than I do have head. By all accounts, I likely will not be walking at the age of fifty if I continue on the path I'm taking now. "

(He scratches the scar on his face caused by The Hangman.)

LASIEWICZ: ""But I am currently THE very best submission wrestler in the World today. "

"I am the greatest athlete to ever step out of Poland. "

"My name is Andreas Lasiewicz."

(His Cheshire Cat grin emerges.)

""I’m back in the American Wrestling Alliance…and I WILL win..."

(Through clinched teeth he finishes off.)

LASIEWICZ: "I am the next level… After me… There’s no one left…"

("Welcome to the Jungle" begins to play once more as The Polish Spirit drops his mic and cigarette and climbs through the ropes to the outside lifting his Polish flag in the air as he goes.)

HS: "Well… there you go. Looks like The Polish Spirit is back in business. Lets see if he will be competing at that ’Next Level’ as he calls it."

FJ: "You doubt his ability?"

HS: "I don’t doubt that one bit. But his commitment is always in question after his actions when he left the AWA in the first place. Remember to tune into next weeks Shock to see how this develops."

FJ: "But now, it’s time now for the rest of the AWA Awards Ceremony!"

(We see the graphic for the AWA Awards and Hall of Fame ceremony appear on the screen. We then see Hollywood Rob and Prince Rawstarr coming out on stage with an envelope and two plaques.)

RAWSTARR: "Tonight we will honor the dedication of the best tag team of the last AWA year. These teams have won titles and big matches. They've been involved in memorable and historic matches and tonight they will be recognized for that."

HOLLYWOOD ROB: "And just so these nominees know, the NPD are Never Punking Down from anyone and we will be here next year to win this award."

RAWSTARR: "And the nominees are...

The Canucks, Terry James & Xtreme Jeff...

Damage, Inc., Nathaniel Henry Lee & Brian Stevens...

The Excellent Master Tacticians, Lars Fredrickson & The Legendary Low...

John & Brian Williams...

The Legendary Low & The Fish."

HOLLYWOOD ROB: "And the winner is..."

(We see Prince Rawstarr opening up the envelope and he leans into the microphone.)

RAWSTARR: "Members of ECW, The Canucks, Terry James and Xtreme Jeff!"

(We see Terry James get up from his table and his "guest" Xtreme Jeff does so as well. They give high fives to Logan Alexander as they go up to the stage, however security forces Jeff to stay behind. Terry goes on stage to accept the award from the NPD.)

JAMES: "Thanks Rawstarr. Thanks Rob. It's unfortunate that my guest can't come up to the stage to accept his award, but I guess that's what happens when you get suspended. So, anyway, this further cements our legacy as one of the top AWA Tag Teams in the AWA. Damage, Inc. beat Bad Blood and we've beaten Damage, Inc. and the Paramedics. The ECW has also cemented its legacy here tonight, each of us earning one award. Jeff, this is for our families who's stood by us and our friends that are here tonight. GO CANADA!"

(Terry holds both awards and waves before leaving the stage. And now it's time for the big one, as Orlando Ortega has taken his place as the presenter of the Wrestler Of The Year award.)

OOO: "Jack B. Happy… Theoren Spencer… Hangman… Brian Williams… The Legendary Low… each of these men have left their mark in the AWA and in this entire industry. Tonight, we honor another legendary superstar with the most prestigious individual award in the sport today."

OOO: "The Wrestler of the Year is both successful inside and outside the ring and in one year has made an unrivaled mark in our company. Every wrestler hopes for this prestigious award, but only one can earn it. Someday, I hope to be fortunate enough to receive the highest single honor one wrestler can receive, but it gives me great pleasure to introduce you to your 2006 American Wrestling Alliance Wrestler of the Year. The nominees are:"

Lars Fredrickson

Nathan Hawthorne-Lee

The Legendary Low

Brian Stevens

Lord Brian Williams

and John Williams."

"And the 2006 AWA Wrestler Of The Year is..."

(Ortega opens the envelope and his face with as much, if not even more, disgust as President Gray's face earlier on.)

"THE LEGENDARY LOW!"

(People are looking around the banquet hall as Low hasn't come back in yet after being removed from the hall for his outburst during John Williams' Hall of Fame induction. However, a few people begin to clap and then the rest of the room follows as Low walks back into the banquet hall. He walks towards the stage where he doesn't look at Ortega for even a split-second. Low looks into the crowd as Ortega hands him the plaque and Low almost forcefully takes out of Ortega's hands. As Ortega turns to leave the stage, he suddenly stumbles and falls to the mat, and we realize that Low quickly stuck his foot out and caused Ortega to fall. Ortega's face is red with anger and the hot-headed Latino immediately tries to go after Low, but there is security is already there to keep him away from Low as they drag him off the stage and out of the room.)

LOW: "Hey Gray, good to see that all the money I made this company when I ran it is used for decent security. Now, to all of those who voted for somebody else's matches but mine, you all can go straight to hell. And you should believe your grandmothers, because doing what you do in front of your computers will most definitely get you into hell."

"And as for this..."

(Low looks at the plaque and we can see a very, very brief smile.)

LOW: "...let's just say I suppose I have to start a new streak with a different award. So from now on, I will simply win Wrestler Of The Year every year. Three times, my friends, three times. There is just no limit to what I can achieve. They call me The Greatest Sports Legend Alive - is it any wonder? What this proves is that some people have an easy time dominating a young company that doesn't even have an own profile. Some people have their day in the sun and use their fat and their size to stumble to the top. Some people take a short visit on a very high plateau of greatness before they realize they suffer from fear of heights and plummet all the way down into the gutter."

"And some people are just constantly the very best this sport has to offer. Three times I have now been the Wrestler Of The Year, and folks, I have every intention to stay here next year and lecture you about what it means to win this award for the fourth time. Thank you very much."

(With that, Low leaves the stage.)

HS: "Ladies and gentleman, we have a special treat for those of you out there, but first let us dive into the history of one of the biggest matches tonight. We've gone through some highlights, but this pales in comparison."

(We cut to video which shows Nathan Hawthorne-Lee walking down a ramp with a different style beard, circa 2005, and the AWA No Limit Championship around his waist. Then we see "The Sensation" Brian Stevens on the screen with Jessica Kassle by his side. Snippets of the match appear before us, but then we have a still shot of NHL getting the pin and then another still shot of Stevens holding up NHL's prized No Limit Championship. We cut to a few shots where NHL tried to get back his No Limit title, but they all proved to be in vain. We then see "Friday, May 13, 2005" and a graphic saying "As of this moment, Nathan Hawthorne-Lee is no longer the AWA No Limit Champion" as a part of "Fatal Friday".)

(We see shots of the Revelations 2005 ladder match between NHL and Stevens and then a still shot of NHL reaching up and grabbing the King of the Kage qualifying contract. Then we see Stevens and Onslaught holding the ladder and running it into the back of NHL's head. We see still shots of NHL unconscious on the ground, loaded on a stretcher, and disappearing through a curtain with his wife Sarah Hawthorne by his side. Then we cut to NHL being poked in the chest with the Chinese fingerpoke of death as Brian Stevens advances in the US Underground. We see a graphic which reads "June 10, 2005" and we see Nathaniel Henry Lee and Brian Stevens emerge from the back with "Damage, Inc." seen on the AWATron.)

(Next, we see Brian Stevens hit an Ace Crusher on C-Rock and pin him as Henry clocks Jeff Christianson to stop him from breaking up the pinfall. Then we see Damage, Incorporated holding their first AWA Tag Team Championship. Following this, we see NHL and Stevens walking down a ramp with the AWA Tag Team Titles around their waists with Metallica playing to the side. We then see Dog Collars attached to their necks and then we see several shots from this match. We then see NHL hit the SlapShot on C-Rock and get the cover for the win.)

(Our next shot is of a graphic saying "The AWA Has been SOLD to Keiko Ono"! Then we are shown a clip of Damage, Inc. joining the side of Whisper as they oppose Low's side to keep the AWA alive and running. We see Lars Fredrickson join the shot as Henry and Brian welcome Lars into Damage, Inc. Then we see the Wrestlefest VII logo and we see Damage, Inc. and Lars stuck in a Steel Cage Survival match against the Family's Ray Owens and the Paramedics. We then see Brian Stevens pin John Williams to win his first AWA World heavyweight Championship! Hell on Earth's logo is seen and we see Damage, Inc. working together in the match and then we see Nathan emerge and battle Brian, but then get eliminated by Brian Williams.)

(Then we see Henry lying on the ground surrounded by metal beams and Sarah crying next to him. We see Brian Stevens offering a contract to anyone with Henry standing in the ring, and then Henry SlapShots Brian, signs the contract and we see that the name on the contract doesn't read Nathaniel Henry Lee but Nathan Hawthorne-Lee! We turn to Vortex 2006 where we see that NHL and Brian are about to battle in a Stairway to Hell match. We see NHL pin Stevens and raise his first AWA World Heavyweight Championship into the air. Next, we cut to a week later when Stevens unwillingly helps Low cheat NHL out of his title and then a week later we see NHL get revenge on the entire Administration and win his title back for the second time.)

(We fast forward to Springs And Breaks and we see NHL and Stevens battle in a match where Travis Gray will regain control of the AWA and then we see Stevens kidnapping Sarah Hawthorne, sexually molesting her on national television and embarrassing her with next to nothing on. We cut to No More Drama and we see NHL and Stevens fighting and then we cut to the graphic clip where NHL almost killed Brian Stevens by choking him to death. We see Sarah Hawthorne, free from her bondage, urging Nathan to stop, but then she kicks NHL in the groin and Stevens capitalizes on this and pins NHL for the win, revealing that he and Sarah were in on this entire thing.)

(Next, we see several shots of Nathan trying to find and kill Brian some more, but all go unsuccessful. We fast forward to King of the Kage 2006 and we see Nathan in a match with Low and NHL loses, arguably, by distraction from Stevens being at ringside. Then after the match, Stevens takes a steel chair and injures NHL's right knee. NHL is carted out by EMTs. We see a shot of the AWA Logo and then it gets all full of static and we gradually see NHL's face emerge. Then, from behind the ring, NHL attacks the Blood Court in a vain attempt to get to Brian Stevens. The following clip, we see NHL trying to get to Stevens, but he can't because Jessica Kassle and Sarah Hawthorne get into a cat fight which is broken up by security and Brian disappears within the chaos.)

(Our next shot is of NHL's missed attempts to get his hands on Stevens on Exposed. Then we see Jessica Kassle appear on the screen, passing NHL a piece of paper and NHL smiles. We cut to NHL holding that paper in his hand and it's a contract to whatever stipulation he wants for Classic. We cut back to Jessica handing Brian a piece or paper to sign and then we cut back to NHL with it in his hand with Brian's signature and with his signature. Next we head to Exposed where NHL again misses out on opportunities to get a hold of Stevens and rejecting any offer by anyone on what the secret stipulation really is. Then we cut to last week's Shock were NHL ambushes Stevens from behind, beating him into a bloody pulp and then pulling out a briefcase with a huge chain and two dog collars attached to its ends. NHL put the collars on and then beats the hell out of Stevens. We fade to Herb and Frank.)

FJ: "That was one LOONG video."

HS: "This match is full of so much history that we are showing it all because this may very well be the last time these two enter the ring to face on another."

FJ: "God I sure hope not."

HS: "Ladies and gentleman, another reason for the long video was so we can treat you to something extra special. Seeing as this is Classic and we're in Australia, Nathan Hawthorne-Lee has invited the Australian Philharmonic Orchestra here tonight!"

FJ: "They will play an extra special, longer intro before Nathan's entrance music hits."

HS: "A little something that the Australian Philharmonic has named this 'The Real Symphony of Destruction'."

(On the stage we see about 100 people with all types of instruments, violas, violins, cellos, trumpets, French horns, clarinets, alto saxophones, drums, bells, flutes, bass clarinet, bass, and MORE! The conductor comes out on the Classic stage bows before the crowd. The Philharmonic has been split up down the middle to the Conductor is standing a little to the left of center. The conductor raises his arms and everyone gets their instruments up. We hear the Orchestra tuning themselves and it sounds familiar to the tuning done at the beginning of "Symphony of Destruction". Then the Philharmonic busts out with their own, specially created music just for this event. It sounds like a combination of the late Michael Kamen's work on Metallica's "S&M" Album, anything done by John Williams for the huge feature films he's composed for, a little big of the fanfare of John Philip Sousa, with a classical dash of Mozart, Beethoven, Chopin, and Bach. None of it is light and airy, it's all dark and menacing to add to the mood of both the song and the event. The lights on the stage coincide with anything done by the Orchestra. We hit the end with an increasing, chromatic scale with only the strings and woodwinds sustaining a really high note. We see NHL's AWATron video play and green, blue, red, and white lights flash as we hear the heavy riff of "Symphony of Destruction" by Megadeth playing.)

HS: "Frank, you know what that means!"

FJ: "Things are about to get a little more interesting!"

(NHL emerges from the back extremely pumped up and stands at the base of the ramp for a few seconds.)

HS: "There he is! Nathan Hawthorne-Lee is here and ready to compete tonight!"

FJ: "All of this pent up frustration is about to explode in a match that I'm sure will live on for generations to come!"

(He bows to the Australian Philharmonic Orchestra who has finished playing and he applauds them in their fantastic effort. The entire Orchestra stands up and bows in front of the crazy Australian crowd. NHL shakes hands with the conductor and he points to the now applauding Philharmonic Orchestra. He looks down towards the ring and then waves to the crowd.)

HS: "That performance by the Philharmonic was just heavenly."

FJ: "Herb, that was the longest six minutes twenty seven seconds of my life!"

HS: "You knew how long it was?"

FJ: "I hate classical music."

HS: "Shame, you're missing out on a real treat."

(NHL gets pumped up some more as he makes his way to the ring. As he walks towards the ring, we see the Philharmonic Orchestra get up from their seats and begin to leave the stage. NHL's focus and intensity is emanating from him as the fans around him cheer his name and scream for his victory.)

HS: "Tonight, that man, Nathan Hawthorne-Lee, will get his sweet revenge here tonight!"

FJ: "Herb, Nathan vowed that he will kill Stevens in the ring tonight and Brian vowed he would kill NHL in the ring tonight. Whether this comes to pass I don't know, but I'm sure that we will get a bloodbath and these two men will not be the same after this encounter."

HS: "That video showed it all. NHL's pent up frustration will finally find a way to leave his body as he beats months upon months upon months of frustration into Brian Stevens' body!"

FJ: "Look Herb, Nathan's girlfriend is here!"

HS: "Frank, I am not sure if they're dating or not, but I'm sure she's here to support her new friend."

FJ: "Friend? Herb, she kissed him! ON THE MOUTH! They played tonsil hockey! How can you tell me that's not being boyfriend and girlfriend?"

HS: "Just call the damn match and mind your own business, Frank."

(NHL gets to the bottom of the ramp and NHL is greeted by Jessica Kassle. Jessica hugs Nathan and kisses him on the cheek. She steps aside so Nathan can get to the ring. He smiles to her before he turns and walks around ringside and up the ring steps by the time keeper before entering the ring and climbing the opposite turnbuckle. He raises his arms in the air and then points to himself and the ring. He hops down and heads to the adjacent corner and hops onto the second turnbuckle and raises his arms into the air and then lowers his left hand, leaving his right arm in the air before hopping down into the ring. He looks at Jessica Kassle and then the gentle pulsating intro of "Into The Blinding Light" by Thursday begins and the fans immediately boo and hiss the eminent arrival of the Punk Rock Phenom.)

FJ: "Herb, it's happening, it's really happening! Brian Stevens and Nathan Hawthorne-Lee will fight to the death!"

HS: "I don't know about death, but I'm sure someone will be close to it if one of these two has their way."

(As the pulse gets more frantic, so do the blinding white lights as they flash to keep with the unique intro. Billows of smoke pour onto the stage and the wind machines gust. Finally, the guitars hit us like a hammer to teeth and the once flashing lights are now a blinding wall. After a moment, a silhouette appears within the light…it’s Brian Stevens. Seconds later, the form of a female saunters out and wraps her arms around Stevens…it’s Sarah Hawthorne.)

HS: "We are moments away from what will probably be a knock down, drag out brawl between two of the premiere young, AWA wrestlers that this company has seen in a while."

FJ: "I don't know what you think, but I'm sure I'll like this match. I love violence and with what Stevens plans on doing to Nathan, I'm sure of it! Brian has promised that he will kill off his enemy and he will reap and rape the rewards."

HS: "On the other hand, Nathan seems intent on killing Brian so he can live a somewhat happy and normal life."

(The lights start to dance again once the song hits the verse and we see Brian Stevens and Sarah Hawthorne smirking at their awaiting audience. The duo kiss before slowly make their way to the ring, soaking in the words of the AWA Faithful. Brian walks Sarah Hawthorne to the ring steps and helps her seductively walk the stairs up to the apron. Sarah beckons Brian into the ring with the simple motion of her finger and Brian Stevens abides. Stevens slides in-between the open legs of Sarah and mid-ring he flips forward and kips to his feet. Brian chuckles and looks back at his trophy, who playfully enters the ring between the top and middle ropes and shows off her assets.)

HS: "Both of these men look to be in the peak of their physical performance. NHL's last wrestling match was the semi-finals of the King of the Kage tournament against Low. Brian's last match was last week in a tag team match with a fellow member of the Blood Court, Jai Williams, against the AWA Tag Team Champions, Menace 2 Society. Both men lost their matches and both men are looking to snap that streak."

(Brian hits all sides of the ring and balances himself on the second rope and raises his arms in the air, occasionally talking trash to his adoring fans. Sarah stays by his side the entire time, flirting with Brian and doing her best to make the crowd jealous. Finally, the duo retreat to their corner for one last passionate kiss. Sarah leaves the ring and then Jessica comes up to Sarah, but is blocked by two referees outside. A third referee is entering the ring with a steel briefcase and greets the one already in there.)

FJ: "There goes my cat fight!"

HS: "And there goes the dog collars."

(The one referee pulls out the 20 foot long, construction strength chain and the two collars, each with an "N" and a "B" on them. NHL puts his collar on as does Brian with his. Brian grabs his end of the chain and locks it in place. Nathan allows the referee to do the same.)

HS: "It appears that both men are unafraid of this environment."

FJ: "After last year's match, they know what they're doing."

HS: "The rules of the match is that there are none. You can wrestle anywhere and win anywhere via pinfall or submission. One fall to a finish in this match."

FJ: "Both of these men look intense and ready, but which one is really scared on the inside?"

HS: "I'm sure both men are going through some sort of hesitance in their minds as your mind can play tricks on you, but I don't think that they are going to let that get the better of them."

(One referee calls for the bell and the match is on! But...both men just stand there staring a hole in one another, not even moving but to breathe.)

FJ: "For two men that wanted to get their hands on one another they sure seem to be pretty patient with starting it."

HS: "Mind games, Frank. Mind games."

(NHL stares into the face of Stevens and Stevens stare into the face of NHL. The crowd starts to cheer at deafening levels, wanting one of the most anticipated matches to begin. NHL makes the first move as he grabs the chain around his neck and starts to pull his slack towards him until it's a tight length of chain from his hand to Stevens' neck. NHL stops and doesn't move as he glares into the eyes of his mortal enemy. Brian looks down at the chain and then back at NHL. Suddenly, Brian charges NHL, but NHL ducks out of the way, grabs some chain, and hits a clothesline with the chain on Stevens. Stevens is down and NHL capitalizes on this by putting a single-leg Boston crab on Stevens. Brian's crawling towards the ropes and he gets to them, however there are no rope breaks.)

HS: "No rope breaks!"

FJ: "Come on, throw the guy a bone."

(Stevens reaches back and grabs NHL's right leg and pulls towards him. NHL falls over and this breaks the hold. NHL gets back to his feet and pulls on the chain, dragging Stevens along to his feet as well. NHL and Stevens lock up and Brian knees NHL in the groin. NHL leans forward and Brian nails a T-bone suplex. With NHL getting up, Stevens runs from behind and hits a rolling neck snap.)

HS: "The rolling neck snap is a move used by the late, great Curt Hennig. Wrestling runs deep through Minnesota and Stevens is capitalizing on the great wealth of knowledge literally passed down from generation to generation and from wrestler to wrestler."

(NHL gets up and Stevens grabs NHL from behind, but NHL elbows Stevens in the face, reverses the hold, and hits a German suplex! NHL doesn't let go of the waist and hits another German suplex. Brian's holding his head and neck as NHL goes for another German suplex and releases it at the apex of the hold. NHL rolls to his feet and hits a knee drop on Stevens' face. NHL quickly runs to the ropes, bounces off the second rope, flies backwards, and nails a moonsault. NHL goes for an early cover...)

HS: "The pin...ONE...TWO.- Oh, Stevens gets the shoulder up."

FJ: "It seems as though Nathan might want to end this early. I would have figured he would drag this out and put as much punishment to Stevens as possible."

HS: "Or Nathan's shaking the cobwebs out of Brian's head so that he can realize that Nathan won't back down from this one."

FJ: "Good point."

(NHL takes Stevens and puts him in an Indian deathlock! Stevens starts to writhe in pain as NHL twists and contorts the move slightly to get the advantage on Stevens. Brian looks like he's looking for the ropes, but then grabs some chain. NHL has his head turned away from Stevens as he whips the chain into Nathan's head. NHL instantly goes limp and the move is broken. Stevens gets to his feet and helps NHL get to his. Stevens hits NHL with a leaping roundhouse kick. NHL goes down to the mat and Stevens has a smug look on his face.)

FJ: "What a rip off! That's Chuck Norris' finishing move!"

(As Jessica starts to bang on the apron to urge Nathan to get to his feet, Sarah hops onto the apron and leans in through the bottom and middle ropes to slap NHL in the head. Jessica sees this and sprints over to where Sarah is. Sarah, sporting a shirt that says "Brunettes do it better", hops off the apron and runs around the ring. Jessica stops when Sarah's on the other side and hits her hands off the apron to get Nathan motivated. NHL gets up to his feet and Brian and NHL lock up, but this time NHL blocks Stevens' knee strike and NHL grabs Stevens in a side headlock and whips him to the mat and turns it into crossface. Stevens balls up some chain and punches NHL in the side of the head a few times until there is a small cut on NHL's left cheek.)

FJ: "YES! BLOOD!"

HS: "Brian Stevens has drawn first blood, no matter how insignificant."

(NHL releases and rolls to his feet. He puts his hand to his cheek and sees the blood. The charges Stevens, but Stevens counters with an Irish whip into the ropes. NHL counters and on Stevens' short return, NHL hits a back body drop. Stevens rolls onto his stomach and NHL steps on his back. NHL pulls back on the chain around Stevens throat and pulls up. Stevens is struggling to get some slack around his neck, but NHL won't let it budge.)

HS: "Nathan's choking Brian!!"

FJ: "NO WAY! Is NHL going to come through with his promise? To actually KILL a man on pay-per-view?"

(NHL releases his hold on the chain and we see Stevens coughing and gagging as he's trying to get some air inside of his lungs. NHL slides out of the ring and pulls on the chain, sliding Stevens out of the ring. Brian lands on the mats on the outside and whips him into the steps. The steps implode and Stevens is seen grabbing his left arm. NHL looks under the ring for a chair but then we see Sarah jump onto NHL's back! NHL tries to shove his wife off, but she won't budge. Then we see Jessica leap on top of Sarah's back and NHL falls to one knee. Jessica pulls Sarah off NHL by her hair and shoves Sarah to the ground. Sarah gets up and runs towards Jessica and spears her to the ground!)

FJ: "CAT FIGHT!! CAT FIGHT!!"

HS: "Here we go!"

FJ: "RIP HER CLOTHES OFF! RIP YOUR CLOTHES OFF!"

(Jessica and Sarah are pulling each other by the hair and rolling around the ground and then we see the referees and security come out to tear them apart. Jessica grabs a hold of Sarah's shirt and rips if off showing Sarah in her bra. Sarah tries to break free, kicking with her feet, but security won't let her go. Jessica and Sarah try to get near each other, but nothing happens and no one budges. The referee throw them BOTH from ringside and this match. Security drags them away as they still try to claw towards each other.)

FJ: "WHAT?!"

HS: "So much for YOUR entertainment, Frank."

FJ: "Oh well, I can just watch Brian stab Nathan with that fork..."

HS & FJ: "Watch Brian stab Nathan with a fork!?"

(Yes, Brian has a fork in his hand and NHL has a chair in his. NHL walks up to Brian, who has his back to him, and raises the chair into the air. The distraction from Sarah bought Brian enough time to pull out his most prized possession, Abdullah the Butcher's fork! Stevens rolls out of the way of Nathan's chair shot and then jabs Nathan in the left forearm with that fork! Brian pulls it out and stabs him in the triceps area and then in the bicep. He stabs NHL again in the forearm, but then NHL pushes Stevens back. That fork is sticking out of NHL's arm and he pulls it out, about a half an inch, and then chucks it into the crowd.)

FJ: "Hey! He could have poked a fan's eye out!"

HS: "What do you care?"

FJ: "I don't really."

(NHL hits a drop kick on Stevens and then grabs that chair he had earlier. NHL swings that chair down on Stevens' back. He drops to his knees and lets out a cry. NHL does it again and Stevens swings onto his back and arches it from the pain. Brian leans up but then gets belted in the head, putting a dome-shaped dent into the chair's seat. NHL drops the chair to the side as he wraps his hand in some huge chain. NHL mounts Stevens and holds his now bleeding head and starts to punch and hammer into the wound on Stevens' forehead. NHL pounds down with hard punch after punch. That chain and NHL's hand and wraps are becoming covered in blood as he powers down Stevens with those vicious attacks. NHL unravels the chain and then whips it into Stevens' head. NHL gets up and raises his hands into the air. Stevens gets up to his feet and then NHL kicks Stevens in the gut and brings him down!)

HS: "ACE CRUSHER! ACE CRUSHER!"

FJ: "No way? He just stole Brian's own finishing move! What a cheater!"

(NHL spits into Stevens' face and then kicks him in the ribs. NHL covers Stevens...)

HS: "...ONE...TWO...THR-OH MY! that was so close! I mean, that shoulder must have been off the ground with the hand at least four inches from hitting the ground for that three count."

FJ: "Unbelievable! It seems as though Brian Stevens is familiar with the usage of his own finishing moves."

HS: "I'd say."

(NHL picks up Stevens and whips him into the barricade and Stevens goes up and over the top and into the fans. NHL follows him as he gets up and stumbles away towards the stage area. NHL hits Brian from behind and he falls to the ground. Stevens scrambles to get to his feet, but NHL grabs him and whips him into a nearby barricade. NHL then grabs the chain and drags him across the ground until he gets to the stage. NHL grabs Stevens and whips him into the stage but Stevens reverses it and sends NHL into the steel supports of the stage. NHL arches his back and slides to the floor. A bloodied Stevens picks NHL up and tosses him head first into the ramp. Stevens then grabs a hold of the ramp and pulls himself up. He then grabs the chain and slowly pulls NHL up to his feel and then the rest of the four feet from the ground to the ramp. Stevens is still pulling backwards, grating NHL's back across the steel of the ramp while choking him with that chain.)

FJ: "Stevens is really doing a number on Nathan."

HS: "Brian Stevens is out to put Nathan Hawthorne-Lee out of his misery. In this match, he could very well do that or this might be one epic brawl in a never-ending war."

(Stevens picks up NHL and kicks him in the gut. Stevens hoists NHL up straight in a stalling vertical suplex and then drops him down onto his head!)

HS: "MY GOD! MY GOD! JESUS CHRIST, HE'S PROBABLY DEAD!"

FJ: "Wow, Nathan's head hit pretty hard on that move."

(We cut to an instant replay and see, in slow motion, how NHL's head bounced off the steel from the stage and then landed on his back. We cut back to the match and we see Stevens pick up NHL and whip him into the Classic television screen. NHL's head bounces off and he teeters before falling to the stage. Stevens flips off NHL before starts to whip NHL in the back and legs with a four foot length of folded chain. With each shot, the crowd reacts as if they are being hit by the unforgiving whip. Stevens drops to his knees and covers NHL...)

HS: "A cover...ONE...TWO...TH- OH NO! NHL says 'No Sir' to Brian Stevens after he kicks out of that brutal assault which includes the use of his own finishing maneuver."

FJ: "As Brian said, an eye for an eye."

HS: "Such things being said earlier in the week are now coming to fruition. I believe that these two are really and sincerely looking to kill one another."

FJ: "Well DUH! DERRR, Herb! DERRR! You think they were kidding one another? That this is some sort of sick and twisted game? They really believe that the AWA isn't big enough for the two of them."

HS: "And we've heard those words uttered earlier tonight at the start, BEFORE the start of our live broadcast from Sydney, Australia. The Telstra Stadium has over 102,000 people here tonight! I believe that might be a record breaker in the AWA, Frank."

FJ: "I'll have to get back to you on that one, Herb."

(Stevens heads off into the backs and comes out with a steel chair from near the entrance. Stevens waits for NHL to get to his feet and then he turns around and then WHACK! NHL goes down from the chair shot. Stevens tosses the chair aside and then picks up NHL's head and rams it into the stage. He picks it up and slams it down again! Stevens then starts to grate NHL's head across the floor of the stage and then we see a wound open up on NHL's forehead. NHL starts to bleed and Stevens keeps opening the wound. Brian stands up and pulls on the chain. He slides NHL towards the entrance, face down, and then grabs a length of chain. He lifts up NHL's head and puts it under NHL's neck and then slams NHL's face into the stage again. Stevens takes hold of both sides of the chain, each end on the other side of NHL's head, and then he pulls back and starts to choke Nathan!)

FJ: "Herb, that looks like some sort of twisted Camel Clutch!"

HS: "You're right, Frank, I think it is! There aren't any ropes to break it with, hell, there aren't even any rope breaks! Brian may have this won here unless Nathan finds a way to get out of this predicament."

(NHL begins to struggle just to get a breath of air, but the struggle is pointless as Brian shows no signs of struggling. A few of the referees begin to plead with NHL to tap out, but NHL, being defiant, flips them off with the double bird. Stevens sees this and then lets go and NHL's body crashes into the stage and then he rolls onto his back. He looks up at Stevens who spits a mixture of his blood and saliva into his face. NHL wipes the spit from his face as well as some of his own blood, but then Stevens picks up NHL and tosses him into the entrance area. Stevens brings NHL into the back and then whips him into a wall, but NHL reverses and Brian hits a wall head first and falls to the floor. NHL collapses as well, but makes it to his feet. NHL picks Stevens up and then punches him in the face with a stiff right. Then NHL goes for another right, and then another, and then chops Stevens across the chest. Stevens falls backwards onto a table, but NHL grabs Stevens and whips him into the office of President Gray.)

HS: "I don't think Gray will appreciate this!"

(Gray gets up from his desk and looks at the scene in front of him. He walks up to Stevens and bends down.)

GRAY: "You like that Brian? You like getting your ass handed to you? You cross my path again and I'll sign off on any match that puts you through pain. Get this piece of crap out of my face!"

FJ: "What abuse of power Gray has. And he says that Low abused it. Pfft, Low had nothing on this."

HS: "Thanks Frank for saying that. He signs our checks and I'm supposed to keep you in line, so not only do you get fined, but I do, too! Just shut up and call the match."

FJ: "I'll pay you back."

HS: "You better!"

(NHL gets to his feet and grabs the chain and drags Stevens into the hallway. NHL lets go and looks for a weapon, but then Brian gets up and tries to run away, but the collars and the chain prevent that and both men land flat on their backs. NHL rolls to his stomach as does Brian. They somehow get to their feet and tie up in the collar and elbow. NHL whips Stevens and then grabs a hold of the chain and pulls back, mimicking the fall Stevens took just a minute ago.)

HS: "That's some sort of an unorthodox clothesline if you ask me."

FJ: "I didn't ask you. I didn't hear anyone ask you, not even through the headset."

HS: "Call the match, Frank."

FJ: "...Brian must be hurting after that one."

(NHL picks up Brian and brings him to a wall with a window...this won't be good. NHL punches Stevens in the gut and then hits an implant DDT. NHL picks up the lifeless body of Stevens and throws him through the window. The glass shatters and Stevens lands on the floor. The would on his forehead is now bleeding again and NHL steps through the broken window and whips Brian over the wall and backwards through the broken window onto the hard pavement. NHL, again, hops through the window and grabs Stevens by the head and hits a snap suplex. NHL grabs the collar of Brian and pulls him to an exit that brings them back out into the stadium and into the fans.)

FJ: "This is so brutal!"

HS: "Tell me about it."

(NHL whips Stevens into one of the barricades and Stevens falls to the ground. NHL finds a trash can and hits it over Stevens' skull. The can dents, but NHL still takes it and dumps the can over Stevens' head, covering him with the garbage that's still left from the prior attack, and then puts it down until Stevens' head hits the can's bottom. NHL takes a length of chain and whips Stevens with it. The can dents and we can see Stevens squirm. The can starts to conform around Stevens' body as NHL continues to whip him with it. NHL removes the can and tosses it behind him. NHL takes Stevens and goes to whip him into the camera crane, but Stevens reverses it and sends NHL face first into the crane's steel body. Stevens falls to the ground as NHL rolls over, with fresh blood dripping from his prior wound.)

FJ: "Ouch."

(Stevens grabs NHL and looks up. He takes NHL back inside the Stadium's restricted hallways. Brian Stevens and Nathan Hawthorne-Lee are both hurt! Both men are winded! Both men are a bloody mess! Both men crash themselves against the guardrail, trying to hold themselves up! BOTH men have gone through hell and this war is STILL raging on!)

HS: "Both of these men are exhausted! Both of these men have put their heart and soul into KILLING the other!"

FJ: "Yeah. This was been frickin’ brutal so far. I really don’t know how much longer these two can go."

(Stevens slowly hobbles over to NHL. Stevens lays in some kicks to the chest of NHL, trying to collapse his lung or break a rib. Nathan falls to a knee and Brian takes this opportunity to take a step back and explode at Nathan’s skull with a STIFF kick into the guardrail! Brian Stevens connects and NHL falls to the ground. Brian Stevens laughs as he collapses and sits on the ground, staring at his foe.)

HS: "Brian Stevens can’t even support his own weight anymore!"

FJ: "No. He’s resting. He’s taking this time to collect his breath AND his head!"

HS: "He’s just frustrated that he can’t put Nathan away!"

FJ: "He just kicked Nathan’s head into the guardrail! What more do you want!?"

(Brian paintbrushes Nathan a couple times before getting up to his feet. Brian deadlifts Nathan off the ground and body slams him over the guardrail and to the other side.)

BRIAN STEVENS: "MOVE!"

(Brian Stevens SCREAMS at AWA Faithful to leave their seats and they comply. Brian grins mischievously as he eyes up Nathan. Finally, Brian leaps up to the guardrail and tries to keep his balance…but out of no where, Nathan tugs on the chain! Brian Stevens flies into the chairs and crashes HARD! A "Holy Shit" chant breaks out!)

FJ: "NO!"

HS: "Oh…my. Brian Stevens may have just broke his back!"

FJ: "This is NOT good!"

HS: "Brian Stevens took out a good couple rows of chairs! He landed on the tops of those chairs! His back HAS to be broken!"

(Both men are down! The referee checks on Nathan and Nathan tells him he wants to continue. The referee then rushes to Brian Stevens. The referee asks Brian…no response.)

HS: "This is over."

FJ: "C’mon, Brian! MAN UP!"

(The referee asks him again, this time slapping his face. Brian starts to move ever so gently.)

FJ: "He’s moving, Herb!"

HS: "Just barely! That could just be muscle spasms."

(The referee asks him again. This time, Brian Stevens pushes the referee away!)

HS: "Does this mean Brian Stevens is still in this!?"

FJ: "You bet your ass it does!"

(Nathan is crawling over to Brian Stevens. Every movement by NHL looks increasingly painful…but he pushes on! Finally, he reaches Stevens! Nathan mounts Brian and slowly, he punches away at the skull of Brian Stevens. Sweat and Blood fly with every punch!)

HS: "This is just…inhumane!"

FJ: "This ain’t for the faint of heart! This is WAR!"

(Nathan dismounts Stevens and stands. He look at the sea of THOUSANDS and screams at the top of this lungs! The scream right along with him! Nathan is FIRED UP!)

NHL: "Get up, you son of a bitch! GET UP!!!"

(Brian slowly starts to crawl away from Nathan! He tries making his through the crowd of on looking people, but Nathan pulls on the chain which jerks the collar of Stevens! Nathan pulls on the chain until Brian has risen to his feet! The fans around them are going CRAZY!)

FJ: "These fans are FIRMLY behind NHL! RUN BRIAN! They look like they might form a pack and eat you alive!"

HS: "Uh…what!?"

(Nathan starts pulling Brian along the arena floor! Brian is fighting for breath with every passing second! Nathan finally reaches a long black curtain and heads backstage! We find ourselves at the Gorilla Position in a long dark hallway! The producers are going crazy!)

PRODUCER: "GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE! You’ll knock us off the air!"

(Nathan punches Brian across his lacerated forehead.)

NHL: "Yeah. We were just leaving anyways. Let’s go, bitch!"

(Nathan starts dragging the dazed and bruised Brian Stevens and they find their way out of the Gorilla tunnel and into the bowels of the arena! We see a few random AWA superstars walking past who are startled by the sudden arrival of NHL and Brian Stevens. Ray Owens, Mike Judge and Malika all back up from their conversation in the hall as Nathan pulls Stevens along.)

NHL: "Good evening."

(Malika is about to chase after her fellow Blood Court colleague, Brian Stevens…but Ray Owens stops her! We see Brian Stevens GLARE at Ray Owens in the process!)

HS: "Ray Owens just stopped Malika from getting involved!"

FJ: "C’mon Ray! Let her go! I thought you were cooler than that!"

(Ray Owens smiles politely at Malika, telling her ‘this ain’t your fight.’ Ray Owens looks back at Stevens and glares right back at him. Malika shakes her head before walking away. We cut back to NHL and Stevens. We see NHL, still controlling Stevens. He kicks a door in and continues dragging Stevens! We take in a shot of the awaiting task! It’s a flight of stairs to the upper level! NHL shrugs his shoulders and throws Brian into the room by his jet black and purple hair! Brian hits his hip hard on the concrete stair.)

NHL: "C’mon, you piece of shit! I thought you wanted a fight!?"

(Nathan peppers Stevens with slaps.)

NHL: "I thought you wanted a war, Brian!"

(Nathan face washes Brian with the instep of his boot.)

NHL: "I thought you were gonna kill me, Brian! WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR! KILL ME!"

(Suddenly, Stevens explodes off the step and drives his head into the bridge of NHL’s nose! A gush of blood immediately escapes Nathan’s nose!)

HS: "Brian Stevens just broke NHL’s nose!"

FJ: "DAMN! That came from NO WHERE!"

(Brian Stevens quickly grabs the slack in the chain! He knows this might be his last chance! This is his last ditch effort! He starts violently whipping the back of NHL with the chain! Brian’s eyes show the moment! They show just how desperate he is in this moment!)

HS: "Brian Stevens is making his last stand, Frank!"

FJ: "NONSENSE! Brian Stevens is FAR from out of this thing! Brian Stevens is just beginning!"

(Brian Stevens wraps the chain around the neck of NHL and starts trying to choke the life out of Nathan. The referee pushes through the doors, having finally caught up. He immediately starts screaming at Stevens, pleading with him to break the choke. Brian gets irritated and inadvertently breaks the choke and charges at the referee. The referee immediately backs away for simple fear of his safety.)

HS: "Oh, big man! Picking on the referee!"

FJ: "Hey, someone has to keep those referee’s in check!"

HS: "WHAT!?"

FJ: "WHAT!? They should be having more…broken bones and crushed spirits!"

(Brian Stevens glares at the referee as he starts dragging Nathan up to his feet. Stevens hoists NHL on his shoulders and into a fireman’s carry and looks up the steps. Stevens takes a deep breath and rushes up the stairs!)

HS: "WHAT is he thinking!?"

(Brian reaches the top of the first flight of stairs and rams NHL’s head into the drywall at the top!)

FJ: "KRUSH RUSH!"

HS: "Brian Stevens just drove NHL’s skull right through the wall!"

(Brian Stevens grunts as he moves to the second flight. As he pulls away, we see a small blood smear on the white wall. Brian rushes up the second flight with the referee in tow. BAM! Brian Stevens drills NHL’s head into yet ANOTHER wall with his Krush Rush!)

FJ: "Jesus…"

HS: "This…this isn’t good. Brian Stevens is literally destroying Telstra Arena!! TWO WALLS! Brian Stevens has driven NHL’s head through TWO WALLS!"

(Brian Stevens readjusts the limp body of NHL on his shoulder and pulls away from the second broken wall. The blood smear on this wall is even more blatant. Brian grunts in agonizing pain as he rushes up the last flight of stairs! Brian reaches the top and Nathan wiggles free! Nathan shoves Brian’s face into the last wall! Brian collapses as NHL’s body makes a sickening thud on the floor!)

HS: "Both of these men want to win this match! Both of these men are willing to DIE to win this match!"

FJ: "They are sacrificing EVERYTHING!"

(Both men slowly make it up to their feet. They both stare at one another! They both immediately get fired up and start trading punches! Finally, both men charge the other and tumble through the doors to the upper level of the building!! The fans erupt now that they finally see these two bitter rivals once again!)

HS: "Brian Stevens and NHL are on the upper level, Frank!"

FJ: "Call it a hunch, but this isn’t gonna turn out pretty, is it?"

(Brian Stevens is the first to regain his balance and he rushes NHL and mounts him with a series of STIFF elbow strikes! Brian turns to the fans and starts screaming obscenities at them.)

BRIAN STEVENS: "What do you think of your goddamn HERO now!? HUH!?"

(As Brian turns around, he is met with a punch right to the gut with the chain by NHL! Nathan unravels the chain from around his hand and gets back up to his feet and starts punching away at the skull of Brian Stevens! Nathan punches Brian down a few rows of stairs. Nathan stalks after him and once he catches up, Nathan wraps the chain around his fist AGAIN and strikes Brian right in the ribs! Nathan watches on angrily as Brian Stevens keels over and starts fighting for his breath! Nathan wraps the chain around Brian’s neck and quickly sends him back with a modified White Russian Leg Sweep! Nathan pops right back up and starts stomping away at Brian’s now seemingly injured ribs. Nathan gives Brian one last good stomp before walking away…)

HS: "Where’s he going?"

FJ: "Not far, I’d assume."

(Nathan directs fans to move so he can get a running start at Stevens. They gladly comply. Nathan waits patiently for Stevens to return to his feet…)

HS: "What is he doing!?"

(FINALLY, Brian Stevens is up to his feet and NHL charges in like a bull and dropkicks Brian Stevens right in the ribs! Brian Stevens FLIES backwards and into the laps of some unsuspecting fans! Nathan pulls Brian off the people and starts punching his arch rival with some hard closed fists.)

HS: "This one is getting ugly. The FANS are getting in the way!"

FJ: "There isn’t a match in this sport that can truly contain the hatred these two men have for one another!"

(NHL takes a length of the chain and starts choking Brian Stevens!!!)

HS: "OUT OF NO WHERE!"

FJ: "CRAP!"

HS: "Are we going to see a repeat of No More Drama! Is Nathan going to try and KILL Brian Stevens again!?"

(Nathan grits his teeth as he tries cutting off all the air to the lungs of Brian Stevens. However, he gives up after some time as he looks down the long stairs and to the ledge!)

FJ: "OH NO!"

HS: "He…can’t be thinking what I think he’s thinking! There’s NO WAY!"

(Nathan drags Brian Stevens to his feet and knees him in the gut. Brian Stevens starts gasping for air. His ribs are either broken or badly bruised! Just BREATHING hurts "The Sensation". Nathan AGAIN knees Brian in the gut and Brian falls backwards to get away from Nathan, tumbling down a few more stairs. Nathan smirks as he follows his prey. Brian Stevens, out of desperation, catches Nathan off guard and yanks the chain, which sends NHL tumbling down the stairs!)

FJ: "YES! Brian is still fighting! He’s still alive, baby!"

HS: "But for how long! He’s been taking a fair amount of punishment since reaching the balcony!"

FJ: "He can’t be killed, Herbie! He’s like Keith Richards!"

(Nathan is bleeding from the back of his head. It’s noticeable and VERY discomforting to stare at. Brian Stevens SPITS on NHL and throws him and KICKS him down the stairs even further! Brian tries laughing, but he immediately clutches his ribs!)

HS: "Stevens is hurt, Frank! He’s hurt BAD!"

FJ: "Don’t quit on me now, Brian!"

(Brian starts dragging NHL down the steps, inching closer and closer to the edge of the balcony…but we are still a ways away. Brian occasionally punches the head of Nathan, trying to maintain his advantage as he contemplates his next move. Brian Stevens wraps a length of the chain around his fists and punches NHL in the back of the head! NHL falls to his knees and Stevens quickly grinds the chain into his open laceration. Nathan screams in pain.)

HS: "Ugh. It’s like a car wreck."

FJ: "Oh, I know! I love it! I can’t look away!"

(Brian kicks Nathan and he tumbles forward, going down even MORE stairs! Brian chases after NHL and to EVERYONE’S surprise, NATHAN POPS UP! Brian Stevens is shocked! NHL strikes Brian with some NICE closed fists that stagger Stevens. NHL kicks Stevens in the gut and takes a few steps at him…but Stevens backbody drops Nathan up and over and down MORE stairs! The fans AGAIN break out in a "HOLY SHIT" chant!)

HS: "Nathan Hawthorne-Lee just landed on his back! He could have broken his back! Cracked a Vertebrae! He could have busted a Kidney!"

FJ: "I know…ain’t it grand?!"

(Brian Stevens takes a length of chain once he hovers over NHL and shoves it into his mouth like a gag! Brian pulls back on the chain until NHL’s back can’t arch anymore…Brian Stevens puts his foot on the back of NHL’s head and DRIVES Nathan’s face to the concrete step with a CURB STOMP!)

FJ: "OHH!!! CURB STOMP! CURB STOMP!"

HS: "Nathan’s skull could have very well just been caved in by that sick son of a bitch, Brian Stevens!"

(Brian Stevens turns NHL over. He covers Nathan.)

HS: "ONE…TWO…THRE…NO! NO!)

(Nathan kicks out!)

FJ: "No F’ing way!"

HS: "NHL is STILL alive in this one!"

(Brian Stevens signals for the end of the match! The crowd BOO’S INSANELY as Brian Stevens brings Nathan to his feet. Brian hoists NHL up on his shoulder, looking for his North Star Driver!!!)

HS: "NO WAY! If he hits this, NHL is PARALYZED!"

FJ: "…"

(Nathan starts squirming! Finally, Nathan is able to roll through and he somersaults to his feet! Brian turns around and Nathan charges down a couple stairs and LEAPS at Brian Stevens and connects with a running knee strike! Brian Stevens flies backwards and rolls down some steps! FINALLY, we are almost at the balcony overlook!)

HS: "This has been one emotional roller coaster, Frank! BOTH these men have given EVERYTHING for this win. NO MAN can truly say the other didn’t give them all they had!"

FJ: "But there can only be ONE winner, Herb! And winning? Heck. That’s all that matters tonight!"

(Nathan rises to his feet and SCREAMS! He is having a second wind! He mounts Brian Stevens and starts WILDLY throwing lefts and rights! They all connect! Nathan gets off of Brian and starts kicking him the rest of the way down the stairway and to the overlook of the balcony! Nathan keeps stomping away at Stevens once we’re there!)

HS: "That referee needs to get these guys away from that balcony!"

FJ: "It’s like Russian Roulette over there! Good freakin’ luck!"

HS: "This is literally SUICIDE!"

(Nathan starts dropping elbows on the downed Stevens, hoping to knock him out. Nathan covers Brian…)

HS: "We’ve got a cover…ONE…TWO…KICKOUT by Stevens!"

FJ: "Whew."

(Nathan shakes his head, disappointed that Brian Stevens has given up yet.)

FJ: "Dude! Look at NHL! He’s bleeding more than I’ve EVER seen him bleed before!"

HS: "And that’s saying something."

FJ: "His face is just…red. Yeesh."

(Nathan ignores the blood loss. He simply wants Brian Stevens DEAD! Nathan looks down the balcony…he eyes up the drop! Nathan brings Stevens to his feet and slits his throat with his finger! Nathan tucks Stevens’ head between his legs.)

HS: "OH LORD NO!"

(Nathan hoists Stevens up for a POWERBOMB! Nathan turns towards the overhang on the balcony…but luckily, Stevens struggles and starts unloading on NHL’s face with punches! NHL falls backwards and out of desperation, Brian Stevens grabs a handful of NHL’s hair and delivers a SICK, STIFF series of Kawada kicks!)

FJ: "Ugh. Look at the blood fly off of NHL’s face!"

(Brian hoists NHL up. Now HE’S looking for a move off of the balcony! Brian turns his back towards the overhang…he’s looking for a Half Nelson Overhead Suplex OFF THE BALCONY!!)

FJ: "Ohhh….."

HS: "no….no…"

(NHL quickly elbows his way out of Stevens’ grasp! NHL turns and hits Stevens with an Enziguri! Stevens ALMOST fall backwards!)

FJ: "Oh, sweet baby Jesus! Don’t let him fall!"

HS: "Don’t let EITHER man fall!"

(Brian collapses forwards! NHL plays to the crowd!)

NHL: "THIS Mother Fucker is going over, goddamn it!"

(The crowd EXPLODES! They start chanting "THROW HIM OVER!" Suddenly, the chain length tightens until it’s between NHL’s legs and he gets CROTCHED with it! Brian Stevens, in complete desperation, has just gone low on NHL! The crowd boo’s!)

FJ: "Smart! Now RUN, Brian!"

(NHL hunches over and Brian Stevens quickly rolls and hit’s a CAPO KICK! Brian covers!)

HS: "One…Two…NO! Kickout by Lee!"

(The crowd starts chanting "DIE, BRIAN! DIE!" Brian rolls his eyes as he drags NHL up to his feet! Brian hooks Nathan in…HE’S GOING FOR THE SLAPSHOT! Nathan quickly knees Brian Stevens in the head and he drops the hold! Nathan charges Stevens…Stevens backbody drops NHL over the ledge!!! The fans gasp LOUDLY!!!)

HS: "Oh my Lord NO!"

FJ: "Holy sweet goddamn…"

HS: "Wait…LOOK!"

(NHL is holding onto the ledge! He’s trying to fight his way back up! Brian Stevens hears the fan reaction and turns to face Nathan! Brian Stevens screams as he starts punching the hands of NHL!)

BRIAN STEVENS: "DIE, GODDAMN IT!"

(Nathan is panicked! He’s trying desperately to get back on the balcony…however, it’s no use. Brian Stevens gets up on the ledge and double stomps both hands of NHL and Nathan falls!!!!)

HS: "NOOOO!!!"

(Brian Stevens quickly jump back down to the floor and braces himself! HE doesn’t want to go overboard as well! We watch the slack in the line disappear until finally…NHL is hanging by his collar! The arena grows silent. EVERYONE is in shock! Brian Stevens is pulling back on the chain as hard as he can…he wants NHL DEAD!)

HS: "I…can’t believe this is happening! SOMEBODY STOP THIS NOW!"

(NHL’s feet are flailing! He is kicking air, fighting for a simple breath! His face is bright red!)

FJ: "I can’t believe Brian Stevens is actually going through with this. He is SERIOUSLY trying to kill NHL!"

HS: "He said ‘eye for an eye’ but this? This is too much! THIS IS TOO MUCH, DAMN IT!!!"

(Nathan’s eyes slowly start to roll back into his head. He is losing his battle with consciousness. We pull away from this and we see kids crying. We see Moms consoling daughters. We see Father’s covering the eyes of their sons.)

HS: "I’m…speechless. These pictures tell the entire tale."

(Suddenly…the crowd starts to buzz.)

FJ: "HERB! LOOK!"

(Nathan Hawthorne-Lee hasn’t given up! He is starting to stir! He is waving his limbs! In a last ditch effort, he grabs the chain with his left hand! He follows up with his right! Nathan shakes violently as he pulls himself up, allowing himself to breath! NHL starts slowly making his way back up to the balcony, hand over hand! Brian Stevens is belligerent above him!)

HS: "This is UNBELIEVABLE! This is a MIRACLE!"

(Nathan is almost there! Brian Stevens is spitting and cursing at Nathan! He is doing whatever he can! Nathan just stares at Stevens! They lock eyes! For a few seconds, they live in one single moment…until Nathan grabs a hold of the balcony's ledge yanks the chain as hard as he possibly can! Stevens goes flying over the top. It's almost as if its in slow motion as we see Brian falling head first over the railing and the chain following him down, outlining the path he has already taken.)

HS: "OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! BRIAN'S GONE OVER!"

FJ: "I like my violent matches, but this is TOO much, Herb."

(The chain goes tight and we see NHL's left hand slip from the ledge as Brian Stevens is now on the struggling scene. Nathan fights to put his left hand to the balcony as he does a very slow pull up and he reaches, with one arm, to a pole on the rail. NHL gets a grip and then swings the other hand up. Meanwhile, Brian's below kicking and flailing in the wind as he's slowly being choked to death. The weight of his body is now all focused on the dog collar with the "B" etched into the brown leather. The cameras look up to NHL and we see that he's starting to choke from the weight of Brian Stevens on his neck!)

FJ: "Herb, in all of my years in broadcasting and wrestling, THIS is a first for me. I've seen Low get stabbed on pay-per-view, I've seen whole cages collapse on people, but I've never in my life seen two grown men literally killing themselves for the sake of killing the other."

HS: "IT'S LIKE WATCHING A DAMN DOUBLE MURDER! SOMEONE HELP THOSE TWO!!"

(We see some more glimpses from the crowd. Children are crying as their hero is slowly being choked to death. Mothers and girlfriends are visually weeping over the slow death of Brian Stevens and hell, there are fans that are cheering NHL on.)

HS: "It's sick to hear some of these fans cheer like this. THEY'RE HANGING EACH OTHER!! HELP THEM! SOMEONE! I DON'T CARE WHO YOU ARE! HELP THEM!!!"

(We see NHL starting to lose consciousness. His hands slip off the railing, but he catches onto the lip of the balcony! Stevens is beginning to subside his demands for air. His arms aren't flailing as much and his legs are kicking less. NHL's eyes are beginning to become dazed and then it happens.)

HS: "HOLY HELL!"

FJ: "OH MY GOD!!!!"

(NHL's grip on the concrete ledge slips away and BOTH Brian and Nathan are in free fall to the cold concrete stairs below!!)

HS & FJ: "…"

(BOTH of their bodies collide HARD with the concrete floor! They start tumbling in a dead heap as the fans gasp with every thud! Stair by stair, these two start getting tangled up in the chains more and more! Finally, they crash VIOLENTLY against the guardrail!)

FJ: "THEY’RE DEAD! THEY ARE FUCKING DEAD, HERB!"

HS: "Oh…oh my God."

(A crowd of fans surround both men. They aren’t moving. Even if they wanted to, they are so badly entangled in the chain. Both men appear to be breathing as their chests are heaving and sucking air.)

HS: "We…need help. NOW! PLEASE! SOMEBODY HELP THEM!"

(AWA Officials, Agents, and Referees all run down the entrance ramp to the guardrail. The EMT’s aren’t far behind.)

HS: "Thank God."

(A man trailing the EMT’s has a bolt cutter as they all cluster around the two fallen warriors. However, our Senior Referee starts pointing at something. A buzz emits from the pile…)

FJ: "What?"

(During all this mess, we notice that NHL is just slightly on top of Brian Stevens! The senior official quickly makes a count…)

REF: "ONE…TWO…THREE! RING THE DAMN BELL!"

(The bell in the arena sounds. The fans are confused. Hell, WE are confused.)

RING ANNOUNCER: "Ladies and Gentlemen. The Senior Referee has counted down Brian Stevens’ shoulders! Therefore, your winner is NATHAN HAWTHORNE-LEE!!!"

(The fans pause for a second to take it all in, but suddenly…THEY GO CRAZY! The officials remove the section of guardrail and start cutting out NHL and Stevens, who are both unconscious.)

HS: "I…can’t believe this! Through all this mayhem…NHL is declared the WINNER of this match!"

FJ: "What a friggin’ match. Seriously. I’ve NEVER seen anything like this! NEVER!!"

(Two Paramedic teams work over Brian and NHL separately. Eventually, both men are loaded onto stretchers and are both rolled up the ramp and out of our sights. The fans, meanwhile, have gotten on their feet and have given BOTH men’s efforts a STANDING OVATION!)

HS: "In a RARE moment! These fans here in Sydney are on their feet! They are applauding BOTH these men!"

FJ: "Hell…I’m right there with them! This match was INCREDIBLE!"

(We see a sign that reads AWA Hall of Fame Ceremony. Brute walks out from behind the curtains and we hear the fans erupt seeing their old favorite wrestler. He is in an all black suit, with black everything. Nothings changed- he still looks the exact same but has a very serious demeanor to him which we haven’t seen)

Brute: "Today…… Today is a day where we all celebrate. I know, it’s a time to mourn when somebody dies- but we must celebrate the life that was The Fish. He was my best friend and got me into this business. He was my best friend and got me into everything. I remember when we drove to Brazil- it was probably the most unreal adventure that could ever be told. Even when we made it to Brazil- all those miles, Fish got screwed out of a win. But you know what the Fish did? He came back. He came back to be the greatest multi talented champion the AWA has ever seen. And that’s the type of Fish he was. The type who instead of getting beat down- would get inspired. This inspiration was contagious- if it weren’t for him I might not be alive."

(Brute sheds a tear, and the camera closes up on his face. He remains silent for another moment- then raises his head to continue his speech.)

Brute: "It was August 12th, 2003. I’ve always been deathly afraid of pickles, and something horrible happened. I bit into my non pickle burger… and… well….. I felt this texture that I’ve always known I would hate… Slimy…. Squishy….. Green….."

(The crowd erupts with laughter, and Brute growls at them. They get quiet.)

Brute: "Anyways, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted. Well… There was a pickle in my burger. I freaked out. I started crying, calling myself a pickle sniffer, cucumber stuffer, a bunch of nasty names that I just didn’t deserve. I hated myself. But Fish…. *SNIFFLE*… Fish did what any good friend would do. He brought me to the Maury Povitch show. Maury helped me confront my greatest fears. But him, or Conny Chung, NEVER prepared me for this. They could never get me to confront the death of my fallen friend. So- I decided to get a whole body tattoo to commemorate The Fish."

(The Brute rolls up his sleeves, pant legs, and shirt revealing a disgusting full body tattoo attempting to depict Fish’s suit)

Brute: "I DON’T KNOW WHAT’S WORSE, SEEING HIM LEAVE, OR WATCHING HIM GO!"

(Security comes and escorts Brute off the stage. We see BlackJack come out laughing as he sees Brute leave.)

BJ: "Give it up for the Brute everyone, I absolutely feel for the man. And to be honest, kind of hoped to see that full body tattoo…sounds impressive, no? Well I’m sure this next inductee and I will be cheering Brute up after the show. As for him though…"

"The man, the myth, he brought the ocean to you, and made the sea that much more blue, from the coves to the groves, he’d never do anything vile, make you misty eyed, and horse from the throat, you’d never go fishing on another boat, he always had class, could kick anyone’s…butt. He is the high flying, death defying, man from the leagues THE FISH!"

"Three years ago, was when I walked into this company, almost to the date, two long and a half years is what I spent. I came in here amazed at the talent, but dumbfounded by the friend I would make. A difference in the start, led to a series of matches that went onto create a match of the year contender. From there was born however a friendship. One of respect, admiration and total appreciation for what we were capable of in the ring, and what we could give outside of that ring. The Aquatic Aces, in and outside of the AWA is what we were called, a day wouldn’t go by when a jumping high five and a BAM was not yelled when we came to these arenas. The fact that I was a fan before, during and after my tenure here is without question what makes this so important for me."

"So onto that, what creates a fan of The Fish? What makes him a Hall of Famer? Well a Fish Fanatic is someone who believes in justice, honesty, integrity, and true honest to goodness grade A quality wrestling competition. But what makes him a Hall of Famer, is beyond what he’s done in the ring. Past the battles with Low, which are infamous in this industry, beyond the ability to talk straight wrestling and then put on even straighter matches then any other high flying technically sound athlete. Even beyond his amazing Cruiserweight championship accomplishments, and decorations with every single other title he won. But the fact that throughout all of that, each one of those defining moments in his career from M-Tank to Low, is the fact that he did it his way, the pure way. The fact that he was a believer in his fin, in what’s good in this world, and what makes this business everything it was dreamt to be. This may or may not be his last victory, but possibly everything he set his heart on. I hereby congratulate The Fish on his Hall of Fame induction for the class of 2006 in the AWA. Once more it’s true my friend…Good guys….always win!"

("Trendy" by Reel Big Fish hits as Fish walks out from behind the curtain up to the podium looking ecstatic, although not moving as fluidly as we have become accustom to seeing. The crowd is cheering loudly for one of the most popular wrestlers ever to step foot in an AWA ring. Fish motions for the crowd to quiet down just as they are breaking into a loud "FISH!" chant.)

FISH: "Thank you . . . Thank you."

(The crowd continues to chant and we can see that Fish is truly enjoying the moment, finally they calm down enough for Fish to begin to speak.)

FISH: "First off I want to remind Brute once again that I am still alive, as I told him only minutes ago, and thank you for the kind words Brute, even if a few of the events you brought up never happened. Secondly I want to thank BJ for his beautiful speech, really BJ it means a lot, you were a great opponent, a great partner and will always be a great friend. Thirdly it’s great to be back at AWA Classic in front of all my Fish Fanatics!"

(The crowd erupts in cheers.)

FISH: "I don’t think anyone can really comprehend how much it means to me to be standing here tonight in front of you all tonight being inducted into the American Wrestling Alliance Hall Of Fame. When I first walked up from 20,000 Leagues Under The Sea and showed my mask on AWA television there wasn’t a person in this company that believed I’d be here tonight giving this speech. Honestly as good as I knew I was and could become my wildest dreams didn’t bring me to this podium."

FISH: "Honestly a month before I got into an AWA ring I didn’t think I would even ever wrestle again, and only God knows where I would be if that would have happened. Most of you probably know that I lost my good friend Jerry Edwards just months before signing with the AWA. Perhaps it was Jerry’s tragic death in the ring that night that seemed like any other night that got the AWA scouts looking at my tapes. Whether or not that is the case I do not know, but I do know that either way I owe my success to Jerry "The Bowler" Edwards and that when he was killed it shaped myself greatly and give me a reason to fight even harder."

FISH: "I came to the AWA with one direct goal and one abstract goal. The first goal, to win the American Wrestling Alliance Cruiserweight Championship. The second being to rid the AWA of evil, easier said than done. When I accomplished that first goal it was further than most would have predicted me get here in the AWA. Of course that’s not where it ended I went on to win a lot more matches, a lot more awards and a lot more championships. I mean I even beat The Legendary Low for the World Heavyweight Championship, it doesn’t get much bigger then that in the world of wrestling, but I don’t think these are the reasons that I am being honored here tonight by the American Wrestling Alliance."

FISH: "Sure, those things helped me to cement my legacy but I believe my legacy is truly this. The most accomplished Cruiserweight Champion in AWA history and being the man to bring the most prestige to that title, introducing a new style of Cruiserweight wrestling to the AWA that went beyond the basic hurricanrana and tornado ddt, and most importantly being the truest good guy that the AWA has ever seen and not ONCE, not EVER not even for a split second turning my back on my Fish Fanatics and forgetting my mission of doing my best to rid the AWA of evil." (The crowd cheers.)

FISH: "The love I have for the Cruiserweight Division here in the AWA and Cruiserweight wrestling in general that I believe is unmatched. When I had the Cruiserweight Championship around my waist you better believe that in my mind and in the mind of many others it was not a secondary Championship. In 2003 Whisper and I feud over both the Cruiserweight and Television Championships and to both of us the TV Title was nothing compared to the belt that Whisper called his queen and I spent a career defending. In 2005 Orlando Ortega and I headlined Overpower fighting for the Cruiserweight Championship, and you better believe no one was thinking about that match as match for a title that didn’t mean something. Later on that same year as I become the longest reigning Cruiserweight Champion in AWA history I traveled the globe defending my Championship against the top international talent in the world in a quest to have the Cruiserweight Championship recognized by the American Wrestling Alliance as a WORLD Championship. A quest in which I succeeded in, Then I wrestled to a draw with Low, the World Heavyweight Champion elevating the Cruiserweight Title to a peak it hasn’t seen before or since."

FISH: "The Cruiserweight division was always what caught my interest. The speed the passion, I don’t care what anyone say’s when you’re five foot nothing 130 pounds you have to work much harder to get where you want to go in the wrestling business then someone who is eight feet tall 600 pounds. I hope that the AWA gets another young man who thinks like me soon and duplicate what I did for the Cruiserweight Division, or even surpass it. Someone who realizes that there is nothing wrong with staying within your weight class, stealing the show every night and make people wonder whether the Heavyweight Division is really all that special."

FISH: "Perhaps that young man will be trained by me down in Florida, perhaps not. I want to leave you all with a final thought, a warning in some ways. It’s a warning that I give to my students all the time. If you are going to push the limits, if you are gonna be a daredevil and fly high like I did, if your gonna hit hard and take a beating by people twice your size night after night be prepared to live with the consequences. I live in a state of constant pain from the years of abuse on my body to please my fans and achieve my dreams. People ask if it was worth it, the ask if the fact that it’s a war every morning for me to get of bed is worth it, they ask if having to retire at a young age was worth it, they ask if they fact that I might not be able to get down on my knees and play with my little boy that’s on the way is worth it. My answer to those people . . .

(Fish looks down for a moment then raises his head speaks with great emotion in his voice.)

FISH: "Absolutely! 100 percent! Without a single doubt in my mind!

(The crowd erupts.)

FISH: "Thank you! I love you all, and I will never EVER forget you and turn my back on you guys, never! GOOD GUYS ALWAYS WIN!

(Fish does a gill salute as "Trendy" hits once again and he exit’s the stage.)

FJ: "What a great speech by The Fish. I sure will miss him if that’s the last time we’ll see him."

HS: "He always had class and he will be missed on the active roster but I take pride in knowing that he’ll live on as an absolute Legend here in the AWA a part of the Hall of Fame. Anyway, ladies and gentlemen, up next is our main event. Shortly after Brian Williams joined the AWA during the summer of 2003, he and Low had an obsession with each other. For a very brief period, these two men were loose associates, attacking their opponents violently..."

FJ: "...because that's what Canadians do, Herb, remember?"

HS: "I sure do. Brian Williams gained instant credibility by holding his own and actually beating the established superstar Low in tag team action during that time. Williams went on to win the AWA World title from Zeal at Wrestlefest V and had a record-setting title reign that lasted almost six months and included successful title defenses against Low in Hell Bowl, Jayson Price, Adam Bawm and countless others."

FJ: "Yeah, but it was clear that Low's mind was elsewhere during that time. However, their two controversial World title matches in February of 2004, which both ended in draws, caused the AWA to split into two brands - AWA Shock and AWA Xplosion. Williams and Low became their respective World Champions. But after losing the title, Low went on a hiatus for much of the second half of 2004. Williams, meanwhile, lost and regained the World title, then lost it again and added to his legacy in bloody feuds with Price, Nightmist and Snake."

HS: "When Low returned at Wrestlefest VI, it was clear he had his drive back, as he quickly returned to title contention. At Hell Bowl in 2006, Low and Williams both wanted the World title held by Jeff Christianson, and they started the match and went from bell to bell. In the end, though, it was Low who pinned Williams and took home the World title. The two met again at Vortex in a Low Rules Match and Williams humiliated Low by defeating him in his very own match to beat him for the title. But Low got even in a violent Hell In A Cell Match at Springs And Breaks that saw the Cell collapsing before Low won the title once again. Since then, the two faced off only once in a six-man tag team match more than one year ago. Tonight we will find out who is the greatest AWA World Champion of all-time once and for all, because as Travis Gray announced at the start of this event, the loser must leave the AWA."

("Heroes" by David Bowie hits the speakers and the stadium erupts in cheers as "The Icon" John Williams comes out from the back, making his way down the ramp. JW is wearing black training pants and a striped referee shirt with the sleeves cut off.)

HS: "John Williams has been inducted into the AWA Hall Of Fame last night for his great achievements in this company, including two World title reigns and a US title reign that shares the record for longest title reign in AWA history. Sadly, his moment was slightly soiled by the number one contender."

FJ: "Yeah, but Low had every right to be upset and Williams questions. Sure, we know of the history between John and Brian Williams, but John had every chance to let out his aggressions against his brother earlier this year. However, he made it clear he still wanted a piece of Low before he retired and he never had that chance. Who knows, he might just his opportunity tonight."

HS: "John is in a very important position as the future of both men's careers in the AWA is in his hands. Now, after losing to Ray Owens earlier on, John is certainly not going to take any kind of crap from either wrestler."

(John is now entering the ring and looks into the crowd which gives him a great reception and a round of applause for his Hall Of Fame induction last night. "Lights Out" dies down and we wait for the next man to make his entrance. The howling opening of "A Pain That I'm Used To" by Depeche Mode begins to play as orange lights go on and off along with the song. As the opening sirens stop and the song goes more quiet, Low and The Squasher in the same Brian Williams make-up we've recently seen him in step out onto the stage to a massive chorus of boos from the Australian crowd.)

FJ: "Look out, Low! Williams is right behind you!"

HS: "No, he's not, you jerk! We all that this is The Squasher."

FJ: "Oh. He could have fooled me."

HS: "Why does he even bring The Squasher along? I thought he and Williams were going at it one on one?"

(Low looks into the crowd and smiles as he relishes in the hatred, while "Squasher Williams" just stands behind him and glares without any sort of expression under the rubber mask. As the first verse begins, several orange spotlights flash across the arena, while one stays focused on Low, who is now walking down the ramp.)

HS: "Could this be the last time we see Low not only challenge for his cherished title but also wrestle in the AWA? Low made his debut almost exactly six years ago, as part of a class of newcomers that included legends such as Drake Hyde and Dave Santini. A year later, he won his first World title from Jack Happy to become the AWA's first-ever Grand Slam Champion. Today, he has held nineteen different AWA Championships, beating every top name to win or to defend these titles."

FJ: "Jack Happy. Ray Owens. Steven Caldera. Vapor Adams. Mortis Valley. The Hangman. Black Dragon. Drake Hyde. Dave Santini. Jeff Christianson. Brian Williams. The Fish. C-Rock. Jayson Price. John Williams. Whisper. Brian Stevens. Nathan Hawthorne-Lee. All men are former World Champions. All men were defeated by Low. Many of them more than once. It is no accident that Low has won Match Of The Year five years in a row. it is no accident he was inducted into the Hall Of Fame a year and a half after joining the AWA. It is no accident Low is a three-time Wrestler Of The Year."

HS: "No, but of that list of wrestlers you just mentioned, nobody has beaten Low as many times as Brian Williams has."

(As the chorus hits, Low and The Squasher reach the ring and step onto the apron. Low briefly pauses and looks into the crowd before stepping into the ring as the sirens hit again and the lights switch on and off again. The Squasher follows him as Low walks over to John Williams. Low points at him and has a few choice words for Williams, but JW just points at his referee shirt and stares a hole into Low.)

HS: "With the stakes as high as they are, Low probably shouldn't provoke John any more."

("Harvestor of Sorrow" by Metallica begins to play and the lights go out as the fans begin to cheer. As the ominous opening chords begin to build, after a long pause, smoke billows from the entrance, creating an ominous haze. But we soon realize that Williams is true to his word - there is no throne and there are no minions. The sides of the entrance ramp erupt into towering infernos, as Lord Williams slowly makes his way out of the smoke and down the ramp.)

HS: "Three years ago, Death Angel made his debut in the AWA, immediately having huge impact and making his name against the likes of Aaron Matthewson and Jayson Price. Less than six months after his debut, Brian Williams was the AWA World Champion, leaving a trail of destruction during his legendary six-month title reign. The men he faced, in many cases, are more victims than opponents. Zeal, Adam Bawm, Jayson Price, Nightmist, Snake, The Hangman and John Williams were some of his biggest rivals, but none of them bigger than The Legendary Low, the one man standing between him and ultimate greatness."

FJ: "Yeah, I like thinking back to the days where Brian Williams instilled fear and respect and terror in the hearts of all AWA superstars. Today we will find out if he can regain that destructive edge and end the career of his archrival once and for all, or if his quest to become the greatest of all-time ends right here in Sydney."

(Williams gets onto the apron and climbs over the top rope and into the ring. He stares at Low and The Squasher, then stares at his brother John. John walks towards Brian and you can cut the tension with a knife. John motions for Brian to hand him the World title belt that he himself held on two occasions, but that he could not regain from Brian earlier this year. After looking at his title belt one more time, Brian hands the belt to John, when suddenly The Squasher, looking almost exactly like Brian, walks up to him and stands nose to nose with him.)

FJ: "Whoa, I'm confused! Who is who?"

HS: "The one that stands there where the real Williams stood three seconds ago, the bigger one, that is the real one, jerk."

FJ: "It's like they're identical twins."

HS: "Yeah, with different sizes and one wearing a rubber mask."

(Suddenly, The Squasher nails BW with a right fist, but Williams immediately retaliates with a series of own lefts and rights. He nails Squasher with a clothesline, then hooks his head from behind and hits the Morbid Reality to the cheers of the fans. He then grabs Squasher, throws him over the top rope and out of the ring.)

HS: "And The Squasher has been eliminated for the second time tonight."

FJ: "But look, Low is there!"

(Low comes from behind and just slaps Williams across the back of the head. Brian turns around in anger, and John, realizing this match needs to start now, calls for the bell and officially starts the match.)

HS: "This is it. The World title is on the line, and both men's careers are on the line. Williams. Low. Classic. Now!"

(Low and BW eye each other and slowly, very slowly get nearer and nearer. The two lock up, but BW easily wins the test of strength and throws Low across the ring. Low starts running at BW, but BW gets his foot up for a big boot, yet Low ducks and goes into the ropes behind Williams. He bounces off the ropes and nails Brian with a running clothesline, staggering the 7 foot monster a few steps backwards. Low goes into the ropes again and goes for a second clothesline, but Williams catches Low by the throat and just starts choking away at him. John warns his brother to release the illegal choke and starts counting. Just before John hits five, Brian lifts Low up for a choke slam, but Low can turn out of it and grabs Brian by the arm, forcing him down to his knees.)

HS: "Low almost has Williams down on the mat! He's got him! He is going for the All-Time Low!"

FJ: "Look at that!"

(Low has indeed applied the All-Time Low, but Brian is able to grab his brother's feet, causing him to lose balance and fall down - right onto Low and Brian. Obviously, Low has to release the hold. As John is back up on his feet, Low pushes John and yells at him. John tries to tell Low that Brian pulled his feet out from under him, but Low wants no part of it. He pushes John again, and this time the larger John pushes back and Low stumbles right into the waiting arms of Brian Williams, who viciously headbutts Low into the back of the head and then nails him with a Russian legsweep. Brian covers, but only gets 1.)

FJ: "I told you from the start - John wants to get even with Low and is in cahoots with his brother."

HS: "They are most certainly not in cahoots! You just saw that it wasn't John's fault, but the hothead that is Low wouldn't listen. He had it coming his way."

(Brian now simply puts his foot across Low's throat in another illegal choke. John keeps admonishing his brother, but to no avail. John starts counting, but Brian simply ignores him. Not wanting to throw out the Classic main event on such a relatively small offense, John now pushes Brian off of Low. The Williams brothers stare holes into each other, but Brian is the first one to take action by attempting to hit John with a right fist, but John simply blocks the punch and pushes Brian again, right into the waiting Low's school boy cradle. John gets down and counts 1..... 2..... but Brian kicks out.)

HS: "See, John is calling it right down the middle. Unlike both wrestlers in the ring right now, he has tried to keep a semblance of honor in this business that often has no honor."

FJ: "I only see him getting involved with the Classic main event!"

(Brian yells a few words in John's direction, but as he turns around, Low immediately small packages him for 1..... 2..... and another kick out. Both men are back up and Low hits Williams with a series of knife edge chops... Wooooo!... A second one... Wooooo!... A third one... Wooooo! Low staggers Williams against the ropes, then grabs his head and sends him over with a snapmare. Williams is now in a seated position and Low just nails him with sick sounding stiff kick into the back. He then follows with a series of kicks to Williams' left shoulder, before pulling him up. Low Irish whips Williams into the ropes, but Low ducks too early and Williams kicks him into the chest. BW charges with an attempted clothesline, but Low ducks and grounds BW into a Fujiwara armbar.)

FJ: "This is vintage Low. He works over one or two body parts, in this case apparently the Champion's shoulder and back, to set up one of his submission holds."

HS: "It's a smart tactic and one that has brought him a lot of success, I have to admit that."

FJ: "Low used to call that Tribute To Stevens after kicking Michael Stevens out of the original Immortals."

(Low pulls back on the Fujiwara and Williams seems to be in some pain, but he is able to reach the bottom rope and Low has to break the hold. Low has a few more words for John Williams, but the special referee just ignores the number one contender. Low walks towards BW, but suddenly Brian grabs Low by the throat with both of his hands and lifts him up, then sends him down to the mat.)

HS: "Neck-hanging Tree Slam!"

FJ: "Oh come on, John distracted Low!"

HS: "Frank, are we even watching the same match?"

(Williams now Irish whips Low into the corner and stalks him there. Williams proceeds to just pummel Low with closed lefts and rights. John briefly tries to step, but then decides against, realizing the magnitude of this match. After several moments, Brian stops himself and instead starts choking Low with his boot. John has no choice but to count this time, but Brian once again refuses to release the choke. However, Low is able to sweep Brian’s other leg out from under him and Brian lands on the mat. Low follows with an elbow drop and then goes to a cross-armbreaker on BW's left arm.)

HS: "And back on the arm."

FJ: "But Williams reaches the ropes again."

(Since they were close to the corner to begin with, Brian easily grabs the bottom rope and Low releases the hold. Low waits for BW to get back up and when he does, he connects with a kick to BW's midsection and goes for the Low Stunner, but BW pushes Low off and stomach first into the corner. BW follows up by running at Low and ramming his shoulder into his lower back area. He spins Low around and then nails Low into the stomach with shoulder after shoulder. He releases his grip and takes a few steps back, then charges Low for one big shoulder ram, but Low moves and Williams hits his shoulder on the ring post instead.)

HS: "Ouch."

FJ: "Williams tried one too many there and it cost him, but it's playing beautifully into Low's game plan."

(Low pulls Williams out of the corner and then connects with an armbreaker DDT. Low then just starts stomping away at BW's neck, upper back and left shoulder.)

HS: "Low is relentless in his attack."

FJ: "He's stomping all over Williams' back and shoulder, no doubt setting up either the Low Standard or the All-Time Low, which we already saw right at the start of the match."

(Finally, John Williams steps in and pulls Low off of Brian, but Low is immediately back on his opponent and keeps on stomping away.)

FJ: "Look at Low, he's like a pit bull whose teeth are stuck in the neck of Our Lord and Champion."

(John pulls Low off of Brian once again, and this time Low wastes time by again yelling at John. After a few seconds, though, he goes to pull Brian back up, but Brian counters with a knee to Low's midsection. BW hooks Low's head and goes for the swinging neckbreaker, but Low is able to push Williams off and into the ropes and hits him with a spinebuster. He covers and gets 1..... 2..... and a kick out. Low doesn't waste any time, however, and immediately applies a key lock, working over BW's arm some more. Once again, BW is able to reach the bottom rope.)

FJ: "This is getting redundant. I thought he was this huge power wrestler that could destroy everything and everyone? I guess was is the key word here."

HS: "Oh, but if Low did it would be all smart and saving his energy right?"

FJ: "Yeah, right."

(Low waits for BW to regain his footing, then takes him down again into the Fujiwara armbar. The ropes are too far away for Williams to reach, but as Low pulls back as far as he can, he makes the rare mistake of pulling back too far and Williams is able to reach around and grab Low by the throat. He presses the wind out of Low's throat and then pulls him up. He lifts Low up and nails him with a choke slam, followed by a cover that gets 1..... 2..... and a kick out.)

HS: "Huge choke slam there!"

FJ: "Yeah, shades of the old Brian Williams."

HS: "Stop it, Frank."

(Williams now puts Low's head between his legs and sets him up for a piledriver, but his shoulder bothers him and he wastes valuable time by briefly shaking it out. Low uses this moment to lift the much bigger Williams up and flip him over with a backdrop. Showing Williams how to do it properly, Low picks him up and connects with the piledriver himself.)

HS: "Can you imagine the damage it does to your neck when your opponent drops all your 356 pounds on it?"

FJ: "I can imagine it at best."

(Low waits for BW to get up and then charges him with another clothesline. BW barely staggers. Low goes into the ropes again and goes for a lariat, but Williams tries to counter with a big boot. Low, however, slides behind Williams between his legs and then hits him with an impressive German suplex. As Williams holds his neck, Low rolls him onto his stomach and applies the full nelson-camel clutch combination known as the sugar hold.)

HS: "The sugar hold, a hold invented by the late great Stu Hart, a hold rarely utilized in professional wrestling today."

FJ: "You know, Herb, I think I get it. Low wants to get even for losing Low Rules to Williams last year. That's why this match hasn't degenerated into a brawl."

HS: "Yet, Frank, I say yet. With these two, you never know."

(Low pulls back and increases the pressure on BW's neck, back and shoulders. Williams, however, is able to utilize his strength and size and moves his knees under his body. He is able to crawl forward a bit, finally collapsing between the bottom and middle rope. John Williams warns Low to release the hold, which he reluctantly does. Low once again argues with special referee John Williams.)

HS: "He just can't leave it alone, can he?"

FJ: "Come on, you know Low."

HS: "Yeah, and many times, this kind of behavior has been his downfall."

(Almost prophetic words from our play-by-play man, as Brian Williams has regained enough presence of mind to nail Low with a huge clothesline that sends him over the top rope and out of the ring.)

FJ: "Oh oh, here we go, let the games begin."

HS: "I told you; you never know with these two."

(Brian grabs Low outside the ring and then pushes him head first into the ring steps to a loud thud. Williams then mounts Low against the ring post. He runs at him, but Low sidesteps him and Williams hits his left shoulder on the ring post. Low then grabs BW and sends him back into the ring. Williams is quickly on his feet, though, and starts nailing Low with forearms to the back. Low, however, grabs Brian's ankles and pulls them out from under him, causing him to fall to the mat. He steps over and goes for the Low Profile.)

HS: "Low Profile! Low's first finisher, the one that has brought him so much success over the last six years!"

FJ: "But Williams can counter!"

(Indeed, Williams uses his leg strength to push Low back and Low tumbles through the ropes and out of the ring. Williams quickly slides out as well and stalks Low on the outside. He picks Low up and presses him high above his head with a military press, threatening to drop Low onto the steel guardrail, but Low can shift his weight and struggles free, then immediately goes back into the ring. Williams wallows him and Low connects with a stiff Martial arts kick to Williams' hurting shoulder. As Williams gets back to his feet, Low goes into the ropes on the other side of the ring and hits BW's shoulder with a Yakuza kick. Low goes for a second Yakuza kick, but Williams counters by picking him up into another military press. Just as BW is about to slam Low out of the ring, Low struggles free once again and lands on his feet outside of the ring, but on the apron. He blocks a Williams fist and then drops him to the mat by jumping off the apron and clotheslining Williams' throat across the top rope. Low then climbs to the top turnbuckle.)

HS: "Low doesn't allow Williams to let this turn into a brawl, he's forcing his pace and his style onto the World Champion. You know this is a special match when Low actually takes it to the air."

FJ: "Yeah, but remember, Low used to be the Cruiserweight Champion, he knows how to do a little bit of flying when the occasion calls for it. This occasion calls for it."

(Low jumps off the top rope and connects with an old signature move of his, a beautiful frog splash. He covers and gets 1..... 2..... but Williams kicks out. Low pulls Williams to his feet, but the Champion counters with a low blow. BW hooks Low's head and goes for a DDT, but Low grabs BW's arm and spins out of it. Low goes for a DDT of his own, but BW backdrops him over his shoulder, but Low lands on his feet and reaches around BW's waist, going for another German suplex. Williams bluntly prevents Low from hitting it by connecting with a series of three elbows to the side of Low's head. BW slips behind Low and applies a full nelson, apparently going for a full nelson slam, but Low stomps BW's foot and then hits an elbow to the head of his own. Low sends BW down once again with the snapmare, but BW immediately rolls to his feet. Low connects with a kick and goes for another Low Stunner, but BW pushes him off and into the ropes. BW, though, ducks too early and Low nails him with an elbow to the back of the head. He then hooks BW's head and connects with an implant DDT.)

HS: "What a quick series of holds and counterholds from these two usually more deliberate wrestlers."

FJ: "And Low is climbing the ropes again!"

(Low wastes no time and connects with a top rope legdrop on the downed Champion. He covers and gets 1..... 2..... and another kick out, albeit weaker than the previous one. Low rolls BW onto his stomach and connects with a knee drop to his upper back/neck region, then applies yet another camel clutch version, combining it with a dragon sleeper.)

HS: "Dragon Clutch! Low keeps on working over that neck, back and shoulder area."

FJ: "And as we saw during that piledriver attempt, it does have an effect on Williams."

(John Williams asks his brother if he wants to give up, but as far as we can see he shakes his head while in the grip of the challenger. Once again, just in time, Brian Williams is able to grab the ropes and Low is forced to release the hold. As BW slowly grabs the rope to help him get back up, Low climbs to the top turnbuckle for a third time. However, Williams is quick enough to grab Low, press him over his head and slam him to the mat.)

HS: "Big mistake by Low."

FJ: "In his case, three times wasn't really the charm."

(Williams takes a few seconds to regain his breath before pulling Low up. The World Champion applies a cobra clutch, but he doesn't hold it for long and instead connects with a cobra clutch slam. Williams covers and gets 1..... 2..... kick out. Now Low is the one grabbing the ropes to pull himself up. As he does, Williams starts running and hits with a running big boot. He covers Low and again gets 1..... 2..... and a kick out. Williams is getting frustrated now. He pulls Low up and hooks his head from behind, then lifts him up for the reverse Evenflow DDT that he calls Blinded Fate. He connects and covers to get 1..... 2..... and another kick out. He pulls Low up by his orange hair yet again, puts him onto his shoulder and hits the screwdriver. A cover gets him 1..... 2..... and yet another kick out. The frustration on BW's behalf really shows now as he starts directing some words towards his refereeing brother.)

HS: "Williams is now making the same mistake Low has made earlier on."

(Williams grabs Low by the hair and takes him with him. He puts him over the top rope and onto the apron, then follows him there himself. He lifts Low up with a military press and then jumps off the apron, turning the press into a sitout piledriver off the apron and onto the mat! The crowd erupts in a "Holy shit!"-chant.)

HS: "The Calling Of The Cataclysmic!"

FJ: "He actually hit it! This could be the end for The Legendary Low's career, in more ways than one."

HS: "He's lucky if he can turn his neck tomorrow morning."

(As the crowd is still in an uproar about this impressive move, Williams wastes no time and immediately rolls Low back into the middle of ring. He hooks his leg on a tight cover and gets 1.....

2.....

KICK OUT!

Low manages to kick out after this move and Williams can't believe it. We can hear him arguing with his brother John again, saying he is now going to put Low away for good. He pulls him up and puts him into a reverse DDT position, but puts his elbow right onto Low's face first and hits Morbid Reality. Brian covers and John counts 1.....

2.....

NO! KICK OUT!

Brian Williams is now out of it. He slams his fists to the mat and keeps on yelling at his brother. After a few moments, though, it appears as if he has regained his composure. While Low is still down and almost out, BW climbs out of the ring. To the cheers of the fans, he picks up a chair and takes it with him into the ring.)

FJ: "Oh, what a great Lord and Champion! Now he has to resort to these tactics because nothing else will put The Greatest Sports Legend Alive away? What is he going to do, get himself disqualified?"

HS: "Don't kid yourself, Herb. That would end his career in the AWA as well."

FJ: "Yeah, but at least he could say it wasn't Low that beat him, but him that took matters into his own hands."

HS: "Well..."

(In the ring, Williams raises the chair into the air and the Telstra Stadium explodes with cheers. John warns Brian that hitting Low with a chair will force him to disqualify Brian, but Brian just coldly stares at him. John warns him one more time, but as Low is up on his knees, Brian takes the chair and brings it down hard on Low's head.)

HS: "This is it! The career of Brian Williams is over! No idea what happens with the World title from here on, but this is the end!"

FJ: "No, it isn't, look at John!"

(John and Brian stare at each other as the crowd is ready to explode. John takes a deep breath as he contemplates what to do, then shakes his head, indicating that this match must continue. Brian just shrugs his shoulders and as Low gets up once again, Brian lifts the chair up and hits Low again, surprisingly not busting him open. Low is down and seems out of it, but John still doesn't disqualify Brian, knowing this match needs a decisive conclusion. And Brian goes for that very conclusion as he grabs Low's legs and applies the Struggle Within.)

FJ: "Fight it, Low!"

HS: "Of course he will fight it, but it is the Struggle Within, Frank! This could spell the end of the career of The Legendary Low!"

(Williams holds on to this elevated Texas Cloverleaf and pulls back to get even more leverage. John is right with Low, waiting to see if he gives up or taps out, but Low tries to power out of the hold. As Williams arches back just a little more, Low is able to twist around and Williams loses his balance, stumbling to the mat. He quickly regains his footing, but runs right into a kick to the gut and a Low Stunner! Low grabs BW's legs and applies the Low Profile as the fans go nuts.)

FJ: "Low Profile! He finally got it!"

(Low pulls back on the Low Profile, but considering he has done relatively little damage to Brian's lower back area, it seems like Williams is successful in fighting it. He robs towards the ropes and gets close, but just before reaching them, Low pulls him back a few inches, turns around and applies the STF that he calls the TDI.)

FJ: "TAP, DAMN IT!"

HS: "Low just switched from the Low Profile to the TDI and this one actually works more over Williams' upper back and neck!"

FJ: "TAP, DAMN IT! TAP, DAMN IT!"

(But Williams doesn't tap. Instead he gets closer and closer to the ropes yet again, but once again, just before touching the bottom rope, Low releases the TDI, drops down next to Williams and applies the All-Time Low. John Williams is right with the action, waiting to see if his brother has to tap out or is able to get out of this predicament. The fans cheer for Williams to counter and it seems to have an effect on him, as he is able to power himself up with his free arm. He rolls over onto his back and rolls Low with him into a pinning predicament. John counts 1..... 2..... but no, Low is able to roll over again and put the pressure back into the All-Time Low. Williams, however, is able to power his upper body up again, but this time Low releases the All-Time Low, holds on to Brian's left arm, applies a chicken wing-crossface and finally maneuvers into the Low Standard.)

HS: "What a series of holds! Low floats from one submission hold into the next."

FJ: "And this is his most potent weapon of all. At Hell Bowl 2005 Brian Williams was the first and as far as I remember the only man to counter the Low Standard. Can he do it again?"

(Williams tries to reach the ropes one more time, but the two are in the middle of the ring. As Low pulls back on the Low Standard, we hear Brian Williams scream in pain. As he realizes he has no way out, Brian Williams taps out to The Legendary Low.)

HS: "OH MY GOD!"

FJ: "HE DID IT! LOW DID IT! HE HAS WON THE WORLD TITLE FOR THE TENTH TIME!"

HS: "BRIAN WILLIAMS' CAREER IN THE AWA IS OVER!"

(Exhausted, Low waits for John Williams to call for the bell before finally releasing the Low Standard. The fans react with shock, some of them boo, but the majority applauds the effort of Low in winning his - own - record-breaking tenth World title. Fireworks go off in the arena as "A Pain That I'm Used To" begins to play. John Williams hands Low the World title belt and the two actually briefly shake hands, showing some professional respect. Brian Williams is still on the mat as Richard O. Dickinson, Debbie Stone and The Squasher - in his regular gear - make their way into the ring. Low raises the belt above his head.)

HS: "Ladies and gentlemen, a great AWA careers comes to an end. In the end, it boiled down to who wanted it more, and when he was ready to nail Low with the chair, it appeared that Brian Williams didn't want it anymore at all. In the end, it was Low's tactic and perseverance that put him over the edge, making Lord Williams tap out to the Low Standard. He is now, for the tenth time, OUR World Champion."

(We can see Frank Jackson climbing into the ring and hugging the new World Champion. As Brian Williams rolls out of the ring and looks at the new Champion one more time, Low cracks a slight smile and waves Williams good bye. The Squasher starts putting the belt around Low's waist, while he hugs ROD and Debbie.)

HS: "The Legendary Low has put an exclamation mark behind his claims of greatness by making Brian Williams tap out and winning his tenth World title on the same night he became a three-time Wrestler Of The Year. Just four days short of the fifth anniversary of his first World title, we may have witnessed the ultimate proof that the Low Era started at AWA Classic 2001 has never come to an end. Ladies and gentlemen, make sure to tune in to Sunday Night Shock next week to see how all this unfolds."

"To Brian Williams I say, farewell, Lord and Champion..."

(The scene briefly focuses on the back of Brian Williams as he walks up the ramp, before cutting back to the new World Champion as he celebrates with his friends. As fireworks now surround the ring, putting Low and his belt into a golden light, we slowly fade to black.)

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