(The screen fades to black from whatever programming was just on and we see the magnificent AWA logo fade into picture and then fade out again. We then rewind back to Wrestlefest VII, at the end of the match with Whisper and Low for total control over the AWA.)

(And indeed, Whisper starts pulling Low up there as well, hooking his head between his legs once again. But just before he grabs both of Low's arms, Low arm shoots up and he hits another low blow, doubling Whisper over on the top rope. Low then elevates himself, grabs Whisper's head and hits the Low Stunner OFF THE ROPES!)

HS: "Super Low Stunner!"

(The crowd erupts in a 'Holy shit!' chant as Low covers Whisper and gets 1..... 2..... 3! Low win.)

HS: "He's done it! He's done it! Low now owns 98% of the AWA and has saved its very existence!"

(The crowd cheers as fireworks go off and confetti starts raining through MSG. The referee raises Low's arm as Whisper rolls out of the ring. "Drink New Blood" begins to play as Low realizes that he won and starts to celebrate with the crowd.)

FJ: "Blah..."

(We can briefly see Frank throwing his headset onto his table.)

HS: "Low has saved the AWA! They say happy endings only happen in movies. If that is the case, then I am seeing the greatest damn move I've ever seen."

(Low nods and smiles as Travis Gray makes his way down the ramp. The ringside fan hands him the key and he enters the Cell. He shakes Low's hand, then hugs him and raises his arm, both men with big smiles on their faces. Gray reaches into his jacket and pulls out a pen and piece of paper. Gray and Low smile and nod at each other as Gray hands the paper to Low.)

HS: "Low has alluded to the job of being an AWA owner not really being fun to him, and he said from the beginning that he has done this to save the AWA from Whisper. But now, more than two years after losing control of the company to Mortis Valley after years of bad decisions, after men such as Ted Goldstein, George Slater, Dave Santini, Lethal Louise, Keiko Ono, Low, Whisper, and a board of directors getting into power struggles, we will finally have some much needed stability again."

(Low unfolds the paper and a still nodding Gray hands him the pen. Low is about to sign when suddenly... his smile turns into a stare and he shakes his head!)

HS: "WHAT THE---?"

(His music dies down and Gray has a look of shock and confusion on his face. The fans seem to be equally confused as to what is happening and they start booing as Low just stares at Travis Gray... and the scene fades to black.)

(Then we push ahead to the following Shock, which did shock a few people after the display by Low at the end of Wrestlefest VII.)

LOW: "But let's not delay the festivities any longer. At Wrestlefest VII, I defeated Whisper once again, because as you all know, Low doesn't lose inside a cage. I gave Travis Gray a virtual ass kicking because he was too cheap to pay me what I wanted. I got rid of Keiko Ono and bought her stake in the company."

(Images of Low running things on both shows are seen, and then we see the this next scene.)

LOW: "You're so reckless, you care so little about anybody in the AWA, you are so self-centered... I kinda like it."

HS: "Huh?"

LARS: "Your business partner, Low, your business partner. I DEMAND to know!"

LOW: "You demand to know? You DEMAND to know?"

(Lars nods.)

LOW: "Well... IT'S YOU!"

(Suddenly, Low, Lars and Richard erupt in hysterical laughter and Low and Lars shake hands as the fans in the crowd boo at the top of their lungs.)

(We now fade into the opening video for Hell on Earth, which is sponsored by Axe Body Spray and presented by The Excellent Master Tacticians, Lars Fredrickson and The Legendary Low. We cut through the video and we are now panning the Staples Center crowd who have signs galore hanging all over the place. We then cut to Herb Summers and Frank Jackson at ringside.)

HS: "We have had one hell of a crazy run since the end of Wrestlefest VII. Welcome to Hell on Earth. I'm Herb Summers and right next to me is..."

FJ: "...Frank Jackson! There is one hell of a show lined up tonight, thanks to our great EMTs, Lars and Low."

HS: "It was just three short weeks ago when Low announced the participants of the Hell Bowl Chamber. Tonight, Brian Stevens, just two weeks from his AWA World Heavyweight Championship win against John Williams, will be defending that title against John Williams, his Damage, Inc. partner and friend, Nathaniel Henry Lee, Brian Williams, Andreas Lasiewicz, and "Dark Warrior" Jeff Christianson."

FJ: "These six men have been all over the map the past two weeks. They've fought with each other, they've fought against each other, and they were all subject to the great, evil mind of NHL as Henry attacked mostly everyone from the Hell Bowl Chamber match, except himself and Brian Stevens."

HS: "They aren't the only ones to be jumped just weeks before Hell on Earth. Tonight the Paramedics get to exact their revenge upon our 'great' EMTs, Lars and Low, in a Tag Team match that will surely spell Hell with every blow."

FJ: "Lars and Low have attacked the HELL out these guys. The Medics have closed out shows lying in puddles of their own blood. Now Lightning and Striker get to finish this once and for all."

HS: "Also, we have Logan "Chaos Stryke" Alexander defending his United States Championship against the winner of the match between Pepsi and "The Wrecking Machine" Dustin Dread."

FJ: "And those aren't the only two titles on the line. The Cruiserweight Championship will be decided as Jayson "Misery" Price takes on Eidolon in their second singles showing in the AWA."

HS: "Quade deSade will defend his No Limits Championship against A.C. Smith as well as the Canucks will put their Tag Team Titles up for grabs when they defend them against John Rourke and Onslaught."

FJ: "And Orlando Ortega will be able to fight for what he believes in as he takes on Rawstarr, the man who pretty much sold his soul to Low in exchange for the ability to wrestle in the AWA after being eliminated from a battle royal, where the people that were eliminated without eliminating someone else would be fired."

HS: "And we will see some great triple threat action tonight with a returning Draven Shadows, Winter Santiaga, and Chris Kinkade each appearing in that match up. And finally, we have two newcomers Jai Williams and Sean Styles in singles action as well."

(We change our scene and we see the locker room entitled "Damage, Inc.")

HS: "Wait, Damage, Inc. has their own locker room?"

FJ: "They've always had their own locker room. Where've you been?"

HS: "But Brian and Henry are opponents tonight."

FJ: "But they're still friends and allies. They won't let one match separate them."

(We see Sarah Hawthorne approach the locker room. She knocks on the door and Brian opens it.)

STEVENS: "Hey, hon. How are you?"

SARAH: "Good. Henry isn't here yet, is he?"

STEVENS: "No, not that I know of. Why, is he supposed to be here?"

SARAH: "I haven't seen him all day and I'm nervous."

STEVENS: "That's unlike him. Well, come in. I'm sure he's just doing some last minute stuff or something."

(Sarah comes in and puts her bag by the door. She sits down on the couch.)

SARAH: "Brian, I'm sorry to hear about Jessica. Some people just can't handle this business. But, if it makes you feel any better, I hate this match as much as she does. The only thing that keeps me here is my love for Nathan."

STEVENS: "Yeah, thanks. But, do me a favor and don't bring up Nathan's name."

SARAH: "I meant Henry."

STEVENS: "Yeah, right...Look, I appreciate your words. You want a drink?"

SARAH: "Yeah, strawberry margarita, please."

STEVENS: "One strawberry margarita coming up!"

HS: "Is NHL running scared?"

FJ: "I think not! You better hope that Henry didn't catch that one, Summers."

(The scene changes from the locker room back into the Staples Center. "The Omen" by DMX blares over the PA and this huge man begins to walk down the aisle. He walks slowly, giving a suspicious look to everyone in the crowd, as if he thinks they are speculating things about him. He grabs the top rope once he reaches the ring and pulls himself up on the apron. He immediately steps into the ring and prepares to handle his business.)

HS: "Dread is ready is always, the big question is can this new comer handle the power and aggression of Dread?"

FJ: "He had better hope he can, or he can kiss a shot at the United States Title goodbye!"

HS: "Logan do you have a preference as to who you might face later on this evening?"

LA: "Not in the least Herb, Pepsi, Dread, it doesn't matter, I fear no one, and I will face anyone the AWA can throw at me, and beat them right in the middle of that ring."

(The lights go a little dim as blue, red and white strobe lights begins dancing around the arena and over the squared circle; the Pepsi song, "The Joy of Cola", begins to play at the same time. After a few second, out walks Pepsi with a mid-size cooler hanging over his right shoulder; acknowledging the fans, he begins to pull out Pepsi cans out of the cooler and begins tossing them into the crowd.)

(The video on the AWA Tron shows the latest Super Bowl commercial, as well as footage of Sierra Mist and Diet Pepsi commercials, one of them with Supermodel Cindy Crawford.)

(Before Pepsi steps in the ring, he sets the cooler down next to the ring steps and raises his hands acknowledging the new happy Pepsi lovers. He then steps in and he locks eyes with Dread. The ref ensures both men are ready and then calls for the bell.)

HS: "Folks one of these men are going to face Logan Alexander a little later on tonight for the United States Title, but who will it be?"

(The two come together mid ring and are about to lock up when Pepsi ducks under and uses quickness to get behind Dread and bring him to one knee with a hard drop kick to his left knee. Pepsi is quickly back to his feet and hits the ropes then returns nailing Dread with a drop kick to the back of the head taking the big man down to the canvas. Pepsi is quickly right on top of Dread hooking in a side head lock and he makes sure to lean on Dread using all his body weight to increase the strain of the hold.)

HS: "Well its obvious that Pepsi is going to try and keep the big man down here and take away his power advantage."

FJ: "DO you blame him, it is the smart way to do it, and there is no way he is going to match power with him."

HS: "You got that right, but is it going to be enough, or will Dread be able to find a way to counter the attack?"

LA: "An interesting thought, but I hope he knows that he will need more than a sufficient ground attack to beat me, that is if he does not get squashed later on.

(Pepsi leans on Dread not wanting to give an inch, but Dread manages somehow to get to a semi vertical basis where he nails a couple elbows to the midsection of Pepsi breaking the hold. Dread then gets back to a fully vertical position and grabs hold of Pepsi and throws him to the ropes as Pepsi returns he ducks a clothesline and hits the far ropes only to get dropped with a big boot from Dread. Dread quickly drops an elbow and covers 1...........................................2........................................ Kick Out.)

HS: "Dread nearly ended this one early with that monster boot to the chin of Pepsi."

FJ: "Well that would be the smart way to do it, since the winner does still have to wrestle again, with much more on the line."

HS: "Another valid point, I am sure both men would like to get a win as soon as they can to conserve everything the have for the possible title match with Logan Alexander later tonight."

(Dread is back on the offensive quickly as he pulls the still nearly lifeless Pepsi to his feet and backs him into the corner draping his arms over the top ropes and taking a step back then drives in hard with a back elbow, he repeats the process and steps back again and watches as Pepsi falls to the mat in a heap. Dread looks down at him for a moment then moves in again picking him up and quickly whipping him across the ring to the far corner where he hits with a thud and falls backward to the mat. Dread stalks across the ring and drops a big leg across the chest of Pepsi and then rolls over, hooking the leg for a cover 1......................................2............................ Kick Out.)

HS: "Another near fall, Dread has taken control here, and Pepsi is gonna need to turn things around in a real hurry to make a difference."

FJ: "Dread has this one in the bag Summers, he is going to coast home, just watch and see!"

LA: "OH you had better believe I am watching."

(Dread looks angrily at the ref before pulling Pepsi to his feet and nailing him with three stiff knife edge chops before hooking in a front face lock and hoisting Pepsi into the air for a vertical suplex. But some how Pepsi is able to float loose and land on his feet, and as Dread turns around he is caught with a boot to the midsection and a Jumping DDT.)

HS: "You were saying?"

FJ: "So a guy is wrong every once in a while, the match is still firmly in his hands."

( Pepsi is still groggy but is still first to his feet and he begins an assault on Dread, he first delivers an elbow to the back of Dreads head as he is trying to get up and then follows that up with a leg drop and a cover 1...........................2................................. Kick Out. Pepsi does not let the near fall get to him as he stays right on top of the action almost instantly getting to his feet. He looks down at Dread and hits the ropes and does a running baseball slide to the side of the head of Dread and covers once again 1..........................................2........................................... Kick Out.)

HS: "Well the tide has turned and Pepsi is showing a very aggressive side here, but will it be enough, can he finish this monster off?"

FJ: "And if he can, can he do it and still have enough left for Mr. Alexander and the United States Title Match?"

LA: "I have to admit that so far neither man has shown much weakness, which I am thankful for, no sense in fighting if there is no challenge, I welcome a good competitor, and I just hope they don't wear each other out too much."

(Pepsi shows signs of frustration but is back on the attack quickly once again. This time he pulls Dread to his feet and uses knife edge chops and right hands to back the big man up against the ropes. Pepsi goes for a whip, but Dread reverses and whips Pepsi to the ropes. Pepsi returns and ducks a big boot and again hits the ropes, however on return this time Dread manages to catch Pepsi who goes for a cross body. Dread carries the smaller man around the ring for a few steps before dropping with all of his weight into a power slam which he turns directly into a cover 1.................................................2.......................................... Kick Out.)

HS: "Another change in the tide of this one, and a major one at that, Dread just crushed that young man under that massive body."

FJ: "Was that a fat Joke Summers?"

HS: "Far from it, and quit trying to stir up trouble."

(Dread stares up at the ref thinking that he had the three count. The ref lets him know quickly with his two fingers that it was indeed only a two count. Dread pulls Pepsi back to his feet and again backs him into the corner where he begins to choke him blatantly right in front of the ref who give Dread a warning and then begins a five count. Dread uses the entire count before releasing and allowing Pepsi to fall out of the corner onto his face. Dread then turns and begins to move toward the ref who just broke up the choke. Dread shakes his head at the ref and is about to grab him by the shirt when he is rolled up from behind by Pepsi.)

HS: "Look out, out of nowhere!"

FJ: "1.................................."

HS: "2.................................3!!"

FJ: "Did he get him, I think he just won the match."

HS: "I am not sure, but....No, the ref is signaling two."

LS: "I was sure that was three, oh well, the match continues, remember guys don't wear each other out too much!"

(The ref is holding two fingers up to show the arena that it was only a very long two count. Dread looks furious as he moves toward Pepsi who is back to his feet and he swings connecting with a left hand that staggers Dread. Dread however fires back quickly with a left of his own rocking Pepsi. The two trade shots before Dread swings but Pepsi ducks and hits a boot to the midsection then hits the ropes, but as he returns and again goes for a body press Dread again catches him. This time he wastes no time quickly pressing him up into the air and nailing him with a press slam that he turns into what would almost be described as a powerbomb.)

HS: "THE ABYSS!"

LA: "Ouch!"

(Dread quickly drops to a knee then hooks the leg of Pepsi for the cover 1............................................2.....................................................3!)

HS: "That is it, Dread picks up the win with that vicious Press Slam Powerbomb combo that he has used so many times in the past."

FJ: "Just like I said he would, coasts on to the US Title match."

(Dread comes over to the edge of the ring nearest the announce table. He looks at Logan and motions that he's going to take the belt from him. Logan stands up and looks right back at Dread. He pats the belt on his shoulder and shakes his head slightly.)

LOGAN: "This belt isn't going anywhere, Dread."

(Logan removes the headset and makes his way around the ring, keeping his eyes on Dread. He makes his way up the ramp, raises the title, and shakes his head again.)

FJ: "These two are going to have an intense match later on."

HS: "That's true, but you've got to wonder just how much the challenger will have left for that one."

FJ: "Don't worry about that Herb. I predict that we'll have a new United States Champion."

HS: "Frank, it's time for a special look at two of our Hell on Earth combatants in a match they had one year ago."

FJ: "I'm going to love this."

(We go back in time to Hell On Earth 2005, looking back at the match between Nathan Hawthorne-Lee and Andreas Lasiewicz.)

(NHL picks up Andreas who is now limping as well as both men limp to there feet but NHL just kicks the foot of Andreas and knocks him back to his feet but Andreas knocks out NHL's leg from the ground and he falls back as he grabs the leg and spins around all from the mat and manages to lock in The Figure Four Leg Lock loosen off the mat. NHL screams.)

HS: "Four Card Trick!!"

FJ: "He's got to tap this time, it's over...look"

(NHL screams loud and shakes his head fast as he sits up hard and fast and punches Andreas hard right in the face Andreas falls back but just wrenches more and NHL yells as he turns the Four Card Trick over and Andreas is force to release it. NHL is quick to capitalize as he jumps on the back of Andreas and clubs him hard in the back of the head and applies the STF!)

HS: "Not it's the Penalty!"

FJ: "Submission exchange!

(NHL is rocking the cross face of the STF up and down viciously grinding into it as he yells."

HS: "NHL is relentless with The Penalty."

FJ: "Andreas is gonna loose it."

(NHL breaks it to club across the face and then on the back of the head as he locks it in again and pulls back as far as he can now rocking into it and Andreas has no choice but to tap out.)

HS: "Andreas lost it Herb."

FJ: "NHL Retains The No Limit Title!"

HS: "What a valiant effort by both men here."

(NHL still keeps the hold in.)

HS: "Come on now, you won the match."

FJ: "NHL just went berzerk in that match

(NHL breaks the hold and shakes off his head, as he calms down and looks around, now with the No Limit Title in hand, and yet again a totally different person as just now.)

HS: "That was obviously a snippet of last year's Hell on Earth where Nathan Hawthorne-Lee retained his No Limit Championship in a rematch against former Champion, Andreas Lasiewicz."

FJ: "Sweet video. These two will battle in the 2006 Hell on Earth, but in the main event. This year's Hell Bowl is going to be a ruthless as last year's. "

HS: "We will have more of these types of videos later in the night. Some may be recent, some may be old, but they will give this year's Hell Bowl a whole different meaning."

(The camera fades into old stock footage from another wrestling promotion, although all its logos have been blurred. Two men appear to be battling it out. Punches are being thrown back and forth as the two appear to be on their last legs.)

ANNOUNCER: "Both men are beating the hell out of each other. Xtreme goes for the boot to the mid section, the champ catches it. He spins Xtreme around, boot to the stomach, and powerbomb. It's over! Hey, wait a minute, who is this guy?"

(A masked man enters the ring with a chair.)

ANNOUNCER: "What the hell, he has a chair. No! The champ just got smashed over the head with a chair. Xtreme was just laid on top of the champ. 1...2...3. We have new champion."

(Trash begins to fill the ring as the fans begin to boo while the ref lays the title belt across Xtreme. Suddenly the screen goes to static. After focusing for a moment, the face of Sean Styles appears on camera)

STYLES: "That moment was supposed to be the biggest of my entire career. Every young trainee lies on his back after getting the hell knocked out of him by his trainer's spinebuster during wrestling school. I can guarantee you that nearly all of those guys were thinking of one thing, the Heavyweight Championship. I shared that dream with them. When I finally got my shot on November 5th, 2001, that dream was still there. Then, with one simple swing of a chair my destiny was altered. "Fluke" the fans would yell as I got out of the ring. As the chants got louder I became more desperate to hang on to the belt."

(The camera pans to a series of shot of Styles using everything from low blows to grabbing the tights to win match after match)

STYLES: "Everything I had worked for came crashing down. When I first started out in the indy's my creed was never cheat to win. Gold had corrupted me to the point where I was no longer recognizable to my fans or even myself. For the next three years I killed myself to get some kind of gold back. What did I get for it? Nothing, I was still a fluke to the fans. The day would finally come when the light blinded me right in the eyes; it was time to go back to being xtreme. Not in the sense of being xtreme in the hardcore way, but my very definition of the word. To me the AWA has chance to be my renaissance. There is no past history here to haunt me only a fresh chance. My road to the title begins here tonight at Hell on Earth. I intend to earn that shot by clawing my way up the ladder and never holding back. AWA its time for you to Enter the Xtreme!"

(We fade to black before cutting back into the Staples Center. "Thug Lord: The New Testament (Outro)" by Yukmouth ft Kokane begins to play and Jai Williams steps out into the AWA arena for the first time. The crowd doesn't know what to think, but from his talking during the week they expect a lot. Williams soaks in the chorus of chants, jeers, taunts and cheers as a smirk comes to his face. His brown mink jacket and his diamond encrusted "CRESTSIDE" pendant sway back and forth as he walks down the ramp with a purpose. Williams gets to the ring and walks up the steps, then steps through the ropes and takes off his jacket, pendant and shirt and places it on the outside by his corner. He eagerly waits for his first opponent in nearly a year to come out to play.)

HS: "Here is one of the recently signed wrestlers of the AWA. He's been talking a lot this week. He's even challenged his opponent to change this match into a Vallejo Style Street Fight!"

FJ: "We need more people like this guy in the AWA. I can tell he's going to be one of the greats."

HS: "You're only saying that because of the mention of a street fight. In fact, I was lying. He didn't challenge his opponent to a street fight."

FJ: "Oh, he didn't? Well in that case let's get this match over with already. I hate new wrestlers."

HS: "Actually, that was the lie. What I said before was true. But, I just proved my point."

FJ: "What, wait, no! No fair! You cheated!"

(The words "Enter the Xtreme" begin to flash on the screen as the arena lights begin to flicker. This is followed by the opening cords of "Miseria Cantare" by AFI. Sean Styles slowly makes his way through the curtain. The crowd once again has a mixed reaction to the newcomer, who is covered with a long, black ring jacket with a hood. About halfway down he pauses and bows his head, putting one balled fist straight into the air. Suddenly, the fist goes dropping down and is followed by a blast of blue and white pyro. Nicole Laree comes walking down the ramp and the two make their way to the ring. Styles slides in and mounts one of the turnbuckles, just standing there and soaking in the cheers. He removes his ring jacket, handing it to Nicole, and dismounts. Williams and Styles instantly get locked in a stare down, both eager to strut their stuff in this, their first match in the AWA.)

HS: "Styles is another recent addition to the AWA roster. As you can see, both these men are eager to get this match started. They both want to prove they're worth being in this great federation."

FJ: "Enough with the build up! Let's make this a street fight and then everyone can enjoy Williams beating the hell out of this Styles punk!"

HS: "You're a much unbiased announcer, you know that?"

FJ: "Yeah, it takes some training, but eventually even you will be able to get there Herb."

(The ref calls for the bell and the match starts, taking away Frank's hope of it being a street fight. Williams runs forward and Styles goes for a clothesline, but Jai is quick to duck it and go for a super kick! Styles ducks under and sweeps Jai's support leg, taking him down to the canvas. Styles grabs the kicking leg before Williams can bring it back and quickly drops down with it under his leg, then locks in a STF! Williams is too close to the ropes though and he grabs them, causing Styles to release his submission before much damage can be done. Styles is quick to help Williams to his feet, whipping him into the corner. 'The Xtreme One' then starts giving Jai a series of chops.)

Crowd: "Wooo! Wooo! Wooo!"

(Williams ducks under the fourth chop and then puts Styles into the corner. He gives styles a left jab, then a right, then a left, then a right, but Styles ducks it and throws Williams back into the corner. The chops start up again.)

Crowd: "Wooo! Wooo! Wooo!"

(Williams reverse it again, this time giving Styles a punch in the gut that doubles him over. 'The Crestside Monster' springboards off the ropes nearby and brings Styles down to the mat with a springboard bulldog. Styles bounces onto his back and Williams immediately mounts him, giving Styles punch after punch to the head. Styles is trying to cover up with his hands, but strikes are still getting through.)

HS: "Williams is giving Styles a Vallejo-style beating!"

FJ: "Punch his face into the ground! I want to see blood!"

HS: "You know, there are children watching this. You're a horrible example for them!"

FJ: "Let the parents deal with that!"

(Styles is eventually able to shove Williams off, but Williams is the first to get to his feet. He bounces off the ropes as Styles gets to his legs, hunched over for a breather. Williams uses this opportunity to hit him with a huge scissors kick! Styles goes down hard to the mat, rolling over and holding his head. Williams points to the top turnbuckle and the crowd starts to cheer a bit in anticipation. Jai climbs up the turnbuckle and waits for Styles to slowly get to his feet before leaping off for his finishing DDT. Styles turns and catches Williams with the Xtreme Edge!)

HS: "Styles just got his finisher off of a finishing attempt by Williams!"

FJ: "Haven't seen that one done...ever."

(Styles covers and the ref goes down for the count. He gets the three! No, he doesn't! Williams gets a shoulder up at the last second!)

HS: "How did Williams kick out after that?"

FJ: "He's the Crestside Monster, that's how!"

(Styles can't believe it as he gets up and argues with the ref. Williams sees Styles has his back turned and gets up, then jumps forward, grabbing Styles' head and hitting his version of the diamond cutter!)

HS: "Shady Wayz from Williams! That is his setup move!"

FJ: "Pop Tha Trunk!"

(Williams seems to hear Frank as he climbs the turnbuckle once more. Styles gets up again and Williams leaps off! Williams hits the DDT on Styles this time and immediately goes for the cover!)

Crowd: "ONE!"

Crowd: "TWO!"

Crowd: "THREE!"

(The ref calls for the bell and Williams gets to his feet, letting the ref raise his hand in victory. The crowd gives Williams an ovation for his debut victory as he gets his stuff from the outside, then heads to the back with his arms raised.)

HS: "Williams pulls off a win in his debut watch!"

FJ: "It was a good debut match, but they are going to need to do better to be more successful in the AWA!"

HS: "With some more training and experience, they should be great here in the AWA. Hey Frank, it's time for another one of the great Hell Bowl Promo videos"

FJ: "Oh, I love these things!"

(We head back to Classic 2004 and we watch the ending of the Xplosion AWA World Heavyweight Championship match between then Champion John Williams, and the challenger, "Dark Warrior" Jeff Christianson.)

(John slowly rose to his feet and made his way toward the corner where he began to mount the ropes. When he got to the top the challenger met him at the second rope and the two began to exchange right hands until one hard punch sent DW to the mat. Rising to the top fully John motioned to the crowd and slammed his hands off his chest quickly before motioning toward the challenger and jumping into the air....)

LP: "...What is the champion doing?"

FJ: "I don't know, Legs just hope he doesn't hurt himself up there."

LP: "....450 SPLASH!! I can't believe it!"

FJ: "Look at him. He hit the leg wrong Larry."

(As he landed in a picture perfect 450 Splash his ankle and shin connected hard with the man his foot turned from the side and the champ began to roll. The crowd knew something was wrong as John didn't even move into the cover which would have won him this match without a doubt as he rolled holding his ankle and shin area. As Larry had said John Williams was no quitter and when he saw DW finally rising to his feet he quickly began to pull himself up. Once again in the center of the ring the two men began to exchange right hands and again John got the best of the exchange and shifted to run. When John shifted his ankle gave way and he hit a knee his face a mask of pain.)

LP: "The champ's hurt Frank."

FJ: "Yeah I agree, You hate to see this."

(Dark Warrior again smelling blood sent a hard football type kick straight to the injured ankle sending John hard to the mat. John wasn't on the mat long as Dark Warrior quickly picked him up and brought him up. Once the champion was up Jeff sent a hard kick straight to the gut doubling him over and sent him face down between his legs. With John all but defenseless DW flattened him hard with a vicious pedigree. Jumping to his feet Jeff motioned toward Paige and his family a huge smirk on his face before dropping down and firmly synching in the grapevine once again but this time on the injured ankle)

LP: "NO! Not that ankle!"

FJ: "But look at Williams. He is fighting for dear life!"

(They were fight. Jeff was torqueing the ankle and leg as hard as he could and John was racked with pain but refused the pain up shaking his head and holding his head in his hands. The entire crowd was in shock as they heard the loud POP emit and the painful almost scream of the champion and his hand slapped off the mat multiple times each time harder then the last. Dark Warrior finally released the hold as his music hit and the EMT's began to roll down to check on the injured Ex champion. Jeff snatched the title and his family came to celebrate there brother/Husband/Son and Grandson as John was being carted out on the stretcher)

LP: "....Look at our new champion...Not a ounce of remorse for what he did to John Williams."

FJ: "Remorse? He could have given up sooner."

FJ: "I remember that match so vividly."

HS: "And that's what could happen later on tonight. Or it might not happen."

FJ: "That's probably going to get the adrenaline going for those two."

(The scene cuts to the back entrance of the arena. In the background, Jayson 'Misery' Price and Annette are walking towards the door. He carries the Cruiserweight title slung over his shoulder. Jayson's mouth is set in a thin line of determination.)

FJ: "It looks like Misery is dead set on keeping that title tonight!"

HS: "Not if Eidolon has anything to say about it!"

FJ: "That guy is just a punk."

(Abruptly, a voice calls out.)

VOICE: "Jayson..."

(Jayson swings around, looking for the owner of the voice, but no one is visible in the brightly lit parking lot. Annette clings to Jayson's arm for comfort. The voice calls out his name again, this time seemingly from another direction.)

PRICE: "Who's there? Come out and face me, you coward!"

VOICE: "What's the matter Price? Scared?"

(This time the voice comes from directly behind Jayson. He whips around, swinging his fist which meets nothing but air. This only seems to make him angrier, and he grasps Annette's arm protectively, and heads toward the door.)

PRICE: "Damn kids."

(He reaches the door and throws it open and there, leaning against the doorjamb in the owner of the voice, Eidolon. He's taking a drag off a cigarette and wearing a big smile on his face. He exhales the smoke, and looks directly at Jayson, still wearing that smile of his.)

EIDOLON: "Oh, Hi Price. What's up, you look like you've seen a ghost!"

(Jayson lunges forward at the newcomer, but Annette clings to him, holding him back. Eidolon raises his hands in front of himself, waving Jayson back.)

EIDOLON: "Whoa, whoa! Calm down, Price! I'm not here to fight you, nah, I'm saving that for the ring. I just wanted to talk to you for a second."

PRICE: "What the hell do you want?"

EIDOLON: "I just wanted to make sure you were going to be okay. You know, after losing to me later tonight. If it gets to you, I hear the AWA has a GREAT in-house counselor who would be glad to listen to your troubles!"

(He smiles brightly, but the smile is far from genuine.)

PRICE: "I've beaten you twice already, rookie! Face it, you're no match for me. You're nothing but a green kid with no talent. Why don't you go back to the minor leagues, where you belong?"

(Eidolon's eyes flare at this, and he steps forward, now standing chest to chest with Jayson. They stare at each, both on the verge of letting the other get a taste of their fist.)

EIDOLON: "Yeah, we'll see about that, 'champ'" The last word is filled with venom and sarcasm.

PRICE: "Yeah. I guess we will, rookie."

(At this, Jayson shoves past Eidolon with Annette in tow. Eidolon turns and follows them with his eyes. The scene cuts back to the announce team)

HS: "Oh man, oh man! Look at the animosity between those two! You could cut that tension with a knife!"

FJ: "No kidding, that looks like it'll be a great match up!"

HS: "To say the least! But, Frank. We have another blast from the past."

FJ: "Another video to hype Hell Bowl?"

HS: "It's coming on now."

(We cut to a video that takes us back a few months to Last Man Standing 2005. Here, we see Brian Stevens and Jeff Christianson in the midst of their torturous Low Rules Match.)

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

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

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

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

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

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

FJ: "That was some intense action going on between Stevens and Christianson."

HS: "And that's just a little something from the Excellent Master Tacticians as they get the fans ready for the Hell Bowl Chamber. Alright. Well, I'm being told that it's now time for the Triple Threat Match!"

FJ: "Yeah. Winter Santiaga will fight two dudes. One being Chris Kinkade and the other is Draven Shadows."

HS: "That's right, Frank. It'll be interesting to see what the always astonishing Winter Santiaga can do against two veterans like Kinkade and Shadows."

FJ: "Who cares. Santiaga is a hottie. That girl has got an ass that won't quit! I'd nail her."

HS: "FRANK! Are you trying to get sued?"

FJ: "Meh. Whatever. Just throwing it out there in case she hears this. Winter, if you're looking for a good time OR just wanting a hump buddy, I'm here for ya. Word."

HS: "You are something else. You know that, right?"

(Almost on cue, the bangin' sounds of "Stand Up," performed by T.I. featuring Lil' Jon, Trick Daddy, and Lil' Wayne, hits over the speakers throughout the Staples Center. At the first sound of the beat all the lights are extinguished, to be replaced by a single purple spotlight. Standing in the light is Winter. She walks seductively toward the ring, her hips swaying to the hard hip-hop beat, amid the chorus of cat-calls from her many male fans...)

FJ: "DAMN! Baby girl is looking fine tonight!"

HS: "Let it be, Frank. It's NEVER going to happen."

FJ: "HEY! She'll come around. They always do, Herb."

(Winter plays to the fans by wiggling her ass before climbing into the ring between the second and bottom rope, and gets a HUGE pop. Winter is quick to find her corner and awaits her opponents with her right hand on her hip and a sly, mischievous grin on her face...)

HS: "I'm not sure if she is really looking determined here tonight for Hell On Earth...but she is definitely looking something."

FJ: "Try HOT! The girl has got much back! Especially in that Victoria's Secret get-up! All I can say is yummy!"

(Winter's intro gets cut and interrupted by the blistering sound of static as it unbearably comes over the Staples Center P.A. system. Suddenly, and finally, it is interrupted by "Make me bad" by Korn and a large C overlapping a K appears on the video wall. As the main riff starts up the crowd reacts with some booing as Chris Kinkade makes his way through the curtain smirking at the crowd. He jaws with the crowd as he makes his way to the ring. Various clips of Kinkade are shown on the video wall as Kinkade slips under the bottom rope. Kinkade gives Winter a wink before heading over to his corner and the "Paragon of Physical Perfection" begins shadow boxing, preparing for the match as well as trying to impress Winter Santiaga.)

HS: "It looks like Kinkade is trying to hit on your lady."

FJ: "Shut up, Herb. Chris Kinkade won't even be on the roster next week so let him try!"

HS: "Are you kidding me!? Kinkade is a hell of an athlete!"

FJ: "Yeah? He won't be a hell of an athlete when I talk to the office and tell them he has like...80 STD's! Yeah. Good luck being jobless, Kinkade! Sucker!"

("Engel" comes blaring over the sound system as the lights go dark. The fans sing along to the song and stop as fog surrounds the ring and Draven and Heather rise up from the entrance ramp with fire surrounding them. The lights come back on as Draven shouts out the next part of the song to the crowd...

"Goddamn an angel when I die! Heaven must be hell in the sky!"

Draven and Heather walk through the fire and down to the ring. Draven gives Heather a kiss and starts walking up the stairs. He climbs into the ring. Draven takes off his trench coat and hands them to the stage hand. He stares down his foe as he gets ready for the match...)

FJ: "WOW. Heather ain't bad looking either. I'd like to give that a hurtin'."

HS: "C'mon, Frank! You can't keep saying the same, repetitive crap with EVERY female you see. I mean, you can't possibly want to sleep with all of them."

FJ: "Like hell I can't. If they have a pulse, I will probably want to screw them. How's that for an answer."

HS: "Scary. Just....scary."

(The ref is finished checking all three competitors over and calls for the bell. Winter comes out of the corner ready to fight, but Kinkade swaggers center ring and laughs at her. Kinkade calls Shadows over and Draven complies, coming to the side of Chris Kinkade. Chris starts whispering something to Draven, and Draven has a good chuckle at her expense. However, Winter has seen enough and shoots both men a polite smile before grabbing a handful of both men's "junk"!!! Kinkade and Shadows both crumble to the mat before the awesome might of the testicular claw. Finally, Winter relinquishes the hold and hit's the ropes and double dropkicks both men!)

FJ: "DUDE! She just took a handful of those guy's little guys!"

HS: "If that doesn't send a message to Chris Kinkade AND Draven Shadows that she is a SERIOUS competitor, then I don't know what will! Just because she is a girl doesn't mean she can't get it done inside of the ring!"

(Winter goes right after Chris Kinkade and brings him to his feet. Winter boots him in the gut and hit's a very nice running Bulldog. Draven is quick to cut Winter off before she could get any more offense in and starts hitting her with a series of punches to the head. Winter backs up from Draven and hit's a step up Enzuigiri. That makes the big 7'1" monster stumble...but not fall. Winter is determined, though. She hit's the ropes and comes back with a running cross body! Draven catches her with ease. Draven smirks before kicking Chris Kinkade with a big boot and driving Winter Santiaga down with a Fall Away Slam.)

HS: "Look at the power of Draven Shadows! I mean, it's been awhile since we've seen him on AWA Pay Per View, but he definitely looks in top condition!"

FJ: "Been a while on PPV? Look at Kinkade!? I think this is his first Pay Per View match in forever!?"

HS: "Well, if memory serves me correct, Chris Kinkade hasn't wrestled on an AWA Pay Per View since Revelations in May of 2004! That's just shy of TWO YEARS!"

(The mood of the fans begins to change, there seems to be some reaction beyond the action in the ring. When the camera shot changes Quade DeSade can be seen walking down the ramp towards the ring where he stands looking up at the three contestants, and it seems at Winter Santiaga in particular. She comes to the ropes and starts shouting down at him but Quade is silent as he locks eyes with her and walks around to the announcers table.)

HS: "What the hell is Quade DeSade doing out here?"

FJ: "I have no idea, but it is killing this match!"

HS: "A match, THIS match, that was so evenly contested has halted in it's very tracks!"

(Jayson Price stands at the top and steps towards the ring with a purposeful stride and mimicking DeSade, he stands there at ringside and stares up at the three contestants. Winter is now concerned as is the referee who is checking with officials at ringside. It soon becomes apparent though that Misery's focus is not Winter but in fact Chris Kinkade as he seems to track him which soon gets Kinkade's attention. Kinkade steps back into the ring and gestures for Misery to make a move because he is ready for him. Misery shows remarkable composure as he walks around the other side of the ring towards the announcer's table where DeSade is standing. Without exchange Quade and Jayson take steel chairs from the commentary area which only heightens the tension among the three inside the ring. The fans are livid as Quade walks back around the outside while Jayson Price retraces his path on the opposite side. It almost as if they drilled this when both men SNAP! open the steel chairs which gets a response from the fans at ringside, and then are SLAMMED to the ground all the while both men staring with malevolent stares into the ring. Each slowly takes a seat and folds his arms; Quade DeSade concentrating his focus on Winter Santiaga alone. Jayson Price with eyes only for Chris Kinkade. With no further involvement immediately expect the referee calls for the match to resume but it is already obvious that the intense attention of the men at ringside is pulling the focus of the wrestlers inside.)

HS: "This is ridiculous!!! Both Jayson Price AND Quade DeSade have matches tonight! They DON'T belong out here right now!"

FJ: "Yeah. Why don't YOU tell them they should leave."

(Winter finally breaks this up and goes right after Draven Shadows! She dropkicks him right in the back of the knees and quickly, she drills him with The Coldest Winter EVER! The crowd pops as she winds up to hit Kinkade with a stiff clothesline...but then it happens! DeSade and Price both enter the ring and attack both Kinkade AND Santiaga! The ref calls for the bell, throwing the match out entirely!)

HS: "This one is done. The ref has thrown this one out."

FJ: "Great. Good work, goth dorks."

(Quade DeSade and Misery are quickly into the ring backing Chris Kinkade into corner like a pair of bullies in a schoolyard shaking down a freshman. Misery slaps Kinkade upside the face with a few sissy shots aimed more at humiliating him than hurting him. Winter and Draven exchange questioning looks as Jayson keeps on bitch slapping Chris Kinkade while Quade presses him into the turnbuckle. Draven and Winter move in closer trying to intervene on Kinkade's behalf and suddenly Winter is jerked back on her heels as Draven Shadows hauls her up by a handful of her hair. Quade comes out of the corner taking Winter Santiaga out of Draven's hold like cheap piñata with a solid clothesline. Draven takes his cue and slams into Chris Kinkade with a Running Jumping Body Splash impacting Kinkade further into the post. The Cruiserweight champ is quick to dodge the incoming Draven and slips through the ropes to wrap the corner tag cord around Chris' throat and starts choking him. Meanwhile despite the intervention of the referee Quade descends upon Winter Santiaga with a simple series of Elbow Drops and Closed Fist Punches. Sure that Santiaga is not going anywhere he goes outside the ring to get a chair. There is outrage from the fans as he slides in with his weapon of choice and takes a moment to come down to the mat to whisper 'sweet nothings' in to her ear. Quade seems to be taking a moment to position the chair with care on the floor, he takes a moment to check out Kinkade's fate ... Draven Shadows has hooked in the Unholy Cross on Chris and as if that is not enough Jayson has hooked in a front choke sleeper. Misery and Draven say something quietly and Draven drops his cloverleaf allowing Misery to roughly pull Kinkade to his feet and nail the choke sleeper DDT. Draven nods in approval at Quade who is continuing to punish Winter as Jayson puts on the Pointless struggle. Draven decides to take advantage of the tied up Kinkade by delivering hard unprotected chops to the chest of Kinkade. Chris appears to be unconscious as Jayson looks at him with a mixture of distain and triumph. Draven throws Chris over the top rope and raises his arms to the jeering crowd. Quade is nodding his approval at the show of strength by Shadows and Misery, but he seems to be lost in some sort of reverie as the crocodile smile takes on a more manic grin as he rubs his chin and looking on a barely conscious Winter Santiaga.)

HS: "THIS IS SICK! GET THESE GUYS OUT OF HERE!!"

FJ: "Poor Winter. They are really hurting that fine booty and for no good reason."

HS: "These guys...they wreck this match and then they gang beat these two very talented athletes FOR NO REASON!? This is reprehensible!"

(Quade snaps his fingers to get Heather's attention. It takes a second for Draven's manager to realize he is trying to get her attention and she kind of does a double take between the announcer's table and the vulnerable Santiaga as if there was a moment of 'sisterly concern,' but the severe look locking on her by DeSade quickly dispels any notion of sympathy as she backs up to the time keeper and pulls out Draven's barbed wire covered baseball bat. Quade taps Draven on the shoulder and guides his attentions to center ring. Misery climbs atop the turnbuckle propping himself up there like some roosting bird of prey. Misery seems to be all a bit too wary as he keeps glancing up the ramp as if to see timely intervention running down the ramp; but there is none. Quade takes the bat from Heather, turns to Draven. Draven nods his consent and Quade walks over to the steel chair and carefully places the rusty colored Louisville Slugger on the flat seat of the steel chair and steps back again to take in his handiwork before pulling Santiaga to her feet and slamming home a Head Butt that cracks open Winter's nose. She is sent to the ropes by Quade and Quade catches her on the return lifting her vertically as if to bring her face down but carries her just enough to bring her down instead on the top rope where she impacts throat first. With her weight and momentum driving her downwards Winter's scream is brutally cut short as the tension in the rope recoils her back up in an uncontrollable back flip into the ring; and down onto the waiting steel chair and barbed wire baseball bat. Misery rises on top of the post arms raised as Winter hits home!)

FJ: "These three men. They are making a statement! They are definitely working together, Herb!"

HS: "That's evident through this carnage, buy WHY!? Why attack a woman!? What kind of man does that make you!?"

FJ: "If you don't like it Summer, then get in their and do something about it!"

HS: "I can't because I'm not physically able, but goddamn it, someone needs to get out here and stop these three NOW!"

(Draven moves in waving his arms over her motionless body as if he were calling her 'out!' Quade drops to his knees beside Winter and one last time whispers some private 'sweet nothing' in her ear before ascending a post and raising his scarred arm skyward as the blood of his victim, the hate of the AWA fans and the celebration of his allies carries on around him. Draven and Misery lock wristlocks warrior style in salute to each other as Annette and Heather both enter the ring to share in the moment of these three men. )

HS: "Well, aren't they proud of themselves!"

FJ: "Yeah, even I think they took things to far and I don't say that often."

HS: "This is just deplorable. Go to something else, I don't care what. Just...just keep the camera off of them in the ring!"

HS: "As we get this carnage cleaned up from these three chaotic men, we have another Hell Bowl promotional video set up."

FJ: "YES! I can't wait to see what they're going to show now!"

(We cut to the 2005 Hell Bowl Chamber and we cut to a snippet of a peculiar scene.)

(Christianson is now back in the ring and kicks Low into the stomach. He puts Low's head between his legs, hooks his arms and hits a pedigree. However, due to the impact he hurts his own leg a little more. Bryan Peek has returned into the ring by now and applies a cobra clutch on the grounded Christianson. Santini is slowly getting up by now while Williams walks over to his brother's chamber again.)

HS: "Brian is again yelling at his brother John, who is simply standing there and staring at him."

(Brian again starts pounding John's glass chamber with his open hands. He then starts hitting it with his fists and goes on to kick it and suddenly we see a first crack in the glass! John Williams now moves and seems to be a little caught off guard, yet he motions for Brian to continue.)

FJ: "John is telling Brian 'Come and get me!'"

HS: "It's not John's turn yet!"

(Brian now takes a few steps back and then runs at the glass, shattering it in a million pieces!)

HS & FJ: "OH MY GOD!"

(The crowd erupts in a 'Holy shit!' chant as Brian and John Williams are lying in a pile of glass within the chamber. We see that Brian suffered a large cut on his left arm that is bleeding profusely, while John's upper body is bleeding from dozens of splinters. John starts nailing Brian with a series of fists to his head, but Brian is the first one up on his feet. He grabs John by the throat and - still inside the glass chamber - starts ramming him into the steel chains repeatedly. In the ring, Peek has pulled up Christianson while still holding the cobra clutch, hitting a cobra clutch slam. Low, however, tackles Peek into the legs and then applies a figure four leglock.)

HS: "This is complete carnage, Frank, and we are far from done yet."

(Brian has now turned John to the other side and starts ramming him against the other glass wall of the internal chamber. From the outside we can see it cracking before Brian gathers all his strength and throws his older brother through the glass! The fans are actually cheering Brian somewhat as the camera focuses on a large cut on John's back. John pulls himself up using the steel chains, but Brian wraps his right arm around John's neck, reaches through the chains with his other arm and then chokes John against the Chamber wall.)

HS: "He's going to kill him!"

FJ: "Yes! I love it!"

(The lights go darker and the fans start counting down again..... 5..... 4..... 3..... 2..... 1! The lights flicker and they stop on John Williams' chamber!)

HS: "'The Icon' is already in it!"

FJ: "And so is John Williams!"

HS: "Huh?"

HS: "What the hell were you talking about Frank."

FJ: "Herb, I meant that BRIAN Williams was the Icon, not John. Besides, that was some brutal action by Brian Williams. He punched straight through and broke that bulletproof glass."

HS: "It sure was a sight to be seen."

(We cut to the back again and are just outside Low's office. We see Logan Alexander walk up to the door and knock briefly. He then opens the door and walks in. As he enters, we look straight at Low, sitting in his chair behind a desk.)

LOGAN: "Excuse me, 'sir', but I have a request to ask of you. Next week on Shock... I want a shot at the Canucks in the ring. I'm not interested in titles and at this point the exact rules of the match are of little consequence to me... but I would like you to make this match happen. They wanted to send you a message. Here's a chance to give them the response they want."

LOW: "It's not that I care too much. Then again, my inexperienced friend, maybe I do care A LOT. I guess it all depends on whether I decide what LOW wants to do with The Canucks. I tell you what - you take care of your opponent tonight, and I will see what I can do for you. Frankly, I'm a lot more important than you are, so you may have to wait a week or two until it is your turn... but I might do you that favor. Of course, I'll need a favor in return..."

(Logan nods slightly, then turns and leaves the office. We get back into the arena where "Give It All" by Rise Against starts playing. Both Terry and XTJ come out, Terry to the right end of the stage and XTJ to the left. They go to the very edge of each side and wave a Canada and a Quebec flag, respectively. The two then remove their tag team belts from their waists and converge in the middle of the stage, holding the belts and flags in the air for all to see. After a few moments they walk down the ramp, placing their belts back around their waists, and slide under the bottom rope into the ring. They then both kip up and head to the tops of the turnbuckles in front of them. Terry goes to the right and waves his flag, then perches it on the top rope as XTJ does the same on the left. They then head to their corners, removing placing the flags on the outside of the ring and removing their belts. They show off the belts for a few moments before handing them to the ref.)

HS: "The Canucks have been on fire for the past two months and they are looking to keep that flame going tonight!"

FJ: "It shouldn't be too hard. This is, after all, Hell on Earth."

(The lights dim in the arena and the spotlights focus on the entrance ramp as 'Divinity Sickness' by The Hope Conspiracy hits over the P.A. system. The fans immediately react to the opening riff as they greet the superstar with a chorus of heckling and profanity. Onslaught emerges atop the entrance ramp after the intro of the song plays itself out. Onslaught simply stands on top of the ramp, looking down on the people who are screaming obscenities towards him. Onslaught raises his arms and proceeds to the ring, to the dismay of the fans, making smart ass comments to the jawing fans. Onslaught grabs the top rope and pulls himself up to the ring apron and proceeds to step over the top rope. Onslaught simply rests in one of the corners of the ring nonchalantly as he waits for his tag team partner.)

HS: "Neither Onslaught nor Rourke have talked for two weeks and it has raised some questions around the AWA. One of those questions is: are they prepared enough to face the tag team champs?"

FJ: "I think it's clear that they aren't. The Canucks are going to come away with an easy one tonight!"

(The guitar intro to "Personal Jesus" begins to fill the arena as the entranceway lights die down. Smoke bellows around the entrance ramp, but Rourke is nowhere to be found. After twenty or so seconds suddenly the large screen above the ramp flickers to life. Rourke is walking up an overgrown walkway leading up to an abandoned looking building.)

HS: "Where the hell is Rourke at?"

FJ: "It looks like The Canucks were right. He DID forget about his match tonight!"

(In Rourke's left hand he clenches a bottle of whiskey; in the right a small piece of paper. As he gets to the rusted metal door of the building he pauses to look at the piece of paper. With a confused shake of his head he slowly opens the door and steps inside. Inside the door harsh artificial light floods the room. Nothing is in sight except for a large symbol on the wall right across from us- a cross with an "X" through the middle. John slowly approaches the symbol, his head leaning to the side.)

HS: "What is going on?"

(Suddenly five cloaked figures appear at Rourke's side. Before he can even react the light go out, leaving everything in darkness- there are the sounds of an ensuing struggle. When the lights return the only thing left where Rourke and the men had been is a small puddle of whiskey. The camera slowly zooms in on the amber liquid then scans upward to rest on the symbol. The screen goes black again.)

HS: "I am not quite certain what we just saw, folks."

FJ: "Isn't it obvious? Rourke finally had an intervention!"

(Onslaught stands up from his corner with a look of confusion and The Canucks look at each other. They shrug their shoulders, as does the ref as he calls for the bell to start the match. It rings and Onslaught steps forward, right into a Super Kick from Terry! Onslaught gets knocked back into the ropes and bounces off, not of his own will, right into a Side Effect from XTJ! Terry goes to the top turnbuckle and leaps off, nailing the prone Onslaught with a beautiful moonsault!

HS: "Oh my god! Onslaught just got hit with The Canucks' finisher, The Beaver Tail!"

(Terry covers for the pin and the ref gives the three count! The bell rings and "Give It All" by Rise Against starts playing.)

HS: "The match only went on for ten seconds, but it's already over!"

FJ: "I can't say I didn't see it coming! Onslaught was all alone against the tag team champs. That just doesn't spell victory in any way, shape or form for Onslaught."

(As the Canucks celebrate their victory, Logan Alexander slides into the ring behind then.)

HS: "It's Logan! He said he'd get even with the Canucks, but I thought the match he asked Low for was what he meant."

FJ: "No! Don't do this! Not to our beloved Tag Team champions!"

HS: "Beloved?"

FJ: "They're great at what they do... and that is keeping me entertained with lots of carnage."

(As Terry James turns around, Logan plants a superkick right on his kisser, sending Terry to the mat. X-Treme Jeff turns as Terry hits the mat, and he spots Logan just as he hits Jeff with a running enziguri.)

HS: "The United States Champion has just dropped both of the Canucks."

(Terry is the first one back up. Logan spins him around, and ducks under a wild swing by Terry. Logan quickly hoists Terry up into a fireman's carry, and drops him with the Omega Stryke to the approval of the crowd.)

HS: "The fans are really enjoying this."

FJ: "But X-Treme Jeff is up again."

(Logan gets back to his feet, but Jeff is right behind him. Jeff goes for an Olympic slam, but Logan catches him with a quick jab to the head as he is lifted up, and Jeff drops Logan onto the mat again. Logan capitalizes quickly, and hits the Stryke Force, dropping Jeff across Terry.)

HS: "Both Canucks felt that one!"

FJ: "This just isn't right..."

(Logan is back to his feet quickly and basks in the cheers of the crowd for a few moments. He hauls X-Treme Jeff back to his feet and pulls him to the near corner. He hangs Jeff in a tree of woe and stomps him a couple of times for good measure, before returning to Terry. Logan hauls Terry to his feet and then throws him shoulder first into the corner where Jeff is.)

HS: "Terry James has just been used to spear his own partner."

(Logan waits for a few moments as Terry stumbles back from the corner, then runs in and catches him for a bulldog. As he bulldogs Terry, he also connects with a drop kick to the face of a still inverted X-Treme Jeff.)

HS: "Tandem offence maneuver by Alexander."

(Logan again gets up and drags Terry to the middle of the ring, as the ref finally gets involved and unhooks Jeff from the corner. Logan turns Terry over onto his back, then draws one thumb across his own throat. He grabs hold of Terry again and applies the Chaos Breaker.)

HS: "Logan applies his signature finisher to Terry James in the middle of the ring, and X-Treme Jeff is in no condition to help him right now."

FJ: "Someone needs to stop this! Terry could be injured as a result of this attack!"

(A few more AWA officials head to the ring to break up the Chaos Breaker, but Logan stubbornly holds on for as long as he can before he is pulled off of Terry James. Logan is pushed back into the corner, and once there he holds both hands up submissively. He climbs out of the ring and starts up the ramp, as the officials check on the Canucks. Logan walks backwards up the ramp, so he can keep watch of the ring.)

HS: "I don't think this bodes well for Logan's challenger, especially after a display like this."

FJ: "Well, he's just burned up a lot of energy doing this. So it may even things up for the title match."

(Logan steps through the curtains and back into the backstage area.)

FJ: "It's time, once again, for the hype; the Hell Bowl Hype!"

HS: "Then let's get that video rolling."

(Williams struggles to get back up on his feet. A chair shot right to Williams' face sends him over the top rope and into the ring. Blood is dripping down Williams' face, but he still tries to get up again. Williams is on his knees now and Santini starts yelling at him. He hoists the chair high up into the air and goes for a chair shot right to Williams' head, but Williams counters with a low blow. Santini sinks down to his knees while Williams gets back up. He takes the chair away from Santini, who is clutching his crotch. Now it's Williams' turn, as he nails Santini with the chair as well, opening a huge cut on Santini's forehead.)

HS: "The amount of blood spilled here tonight is just unbelievable."

(Williams holds on to the chair while pulling Santini up. Williams whips Santini into the ropes and as he bounces off throws the chair right into Santini's face. Williams picks both, Santini and the chair, up again and repeats the previous maneuver. This time, however, Santini is able to catch the chair. He takes a wild swing at Williams, but Williams ducks and kicks the chair right into Santini's face. Santini drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring, but Williams follows him onto the steel mesh.)

FJ: "Haha, look at those stupid referees!"

(As Santini and Williams get near the door again, the outside referees all lean against the door in order for it not to open again. Williams now grabs Santini by the hair and picks him up for a power slam. Instead of slamming him onto the steel floor, however, Williams starts runing with Santini on his shoulder and rams him face first into one of the intact glass chambers!)

HS: "Have you heard that sick sound of skull connecting with glass that does NOT break? This is so sick!"

(The glass doesn't break, but Williams doesn't release Santini. Instead he runs towards the glass chamber a second time, ramming Santini's head into the glass again, this time breaking it in a thousand pieces.)

FJ: "Santini's face is a crimson mask! He looks even sicker than Low did earlier on!"

(Williams now uses all the strength that's left within in his body to pick Santini up, press him high over his head and send him down with the Revelation. Williams covers and the referee counts 1..... 2..... 3! Brian Williams retains the World title!)

HS: "I can't believe it!"

FJ: "What a great performance by OUR World Heavyweight Champion! He went bell to bell and destroyed everyone that was in his path!"

("Sad But True" hits the speakers and officials and EMTs are running down the ramp with stretchers. Lethal Louise makes her way down the ramp as well as the crowd can't quite decide whether to boo the hated Williams retaining the title or cheer the great and sick performance by all men involved, but especially Williams and Santini.)

HS: "Folks that was a shot of the 2004 Hell Bowl Chamber. That right there is the price our AWA wrestlers pay when they fight in the Hell Bowl Chamber."

FJ: "And that's the price they pay when they fight for the most coveted prize that the AWA has to offer. Who can win it this year?"

HS: "We'll find out later tonight! It's time for a grudge match of sorts."

FJ: "We will see Low's human property tak-"

HS: "It's Rawstarr ladies and gentlemen... Not Low's human property."

FJ: "It is if you want to keep your job... So we will see Low's human property take on Mr. Three seconds."

HS: "He means OOO."

(Trapped by 2Pac blares over the PA and the crowd gives a mixed reaction as Rawstarr emerges from the back. We see blue lights gleam on his head. We see Rawstarr slowly make his way down to the aisle, looking square at OOO. Half way down the ramp, we see a huge Xplosion and yellow lights stream throughout the arena as he takes off his hood and trench coat. He rolls in the ring and takes his neutral corner awaiting the arrival of OOO.)

FJ: "Mr. Property himself."

HS: "This is ridiculous."

FJ: "Rawstarr's recent performance is ridiculous. He needs to EARN his job. Being in the AWA should be respected, not abused by someone who can't get the job done anymore."

HS: "How harsh."

FJ: "You have to tell it like it is Herb. Rawstarr is fighting for his job. He BETTER be on his A game tonight."

(Daddy Yankee's voice booms the P.A. and the fans instantly hit their feet.

DY: "All my Latinos stand up!
Marcando la historia!
Camina comingo!
Holla back.
AWA... YOU KNOW HOW WE DO MAAAAAAAAAANNN!"

Orange smoke begins to billow from the entranceway as the fans wait anxiously in anticipation. As the first verse begins, Orlando Ortega suddenly leaps through the cloud with a rolling senton. He rolls through and pops to his feet, spreading his arms wide. Ortega quickly charges the ring to extract some sort of revenge on Rawstarr. We see Rawstarr quickly exit the ring, with OOO attempting to follow. We see they begin running laps around the ring.)

HS: "Rawstarr seems afraid of OOO."

FJ: "It's not that. He wanted OOO to show that [bleep] tribute."

HS: "He's censoring that word on pay per view too?"

FJ: "I shouldn't have said that... I may have to wrestle this week."

(We finally see Rawstarr roll into the ring, and OOO quickly behind him. As OOO reaches his feet, he's met with a couple of huge rights that send OOO back to the mat. Rawstarr goes for the Cover but doesn't get a one count.)

HS: "Rawstarr went for the win."

FJ: "He was trying to match Brian Stevens but that won't happen tonight."

HS: "Did you expect it to?"

FJ: "Well... Yeah."

(We now see Rawstarr begin punching OOO in the face. OOO quickly covers his face, and rolls out of the ring. Rawstarr quickly follows as OOO begins to take a trip around the ring. One...As Rawstarr spins OOO around, we see OOO quickly throw one foot at him, which Rawstarr catches, but he walks up hitting a semi-running enziguri knocking Rawstarr into the guardrail. Four...)

HS: "OOO, surprised Rawstarr."

FJ: "We all knew that dirty Mexican would."

HS: "He's Columbian."

FJ: "Like I said. We all knew that dirty Columbian would."

(Six... OOO rolls into the ring. Seven... Rawstarr pulls himself up by the guardrail. Eight... Rawstarr rolls to the ring. OOO, being the honest fighter he is, allows Rawstarr to take his feet. We see Rawstarr quickly charge OOO, but OOO leap frogs. Rawstarr bounces off the ropes, he comes across the other side and OOO connects with a monkey flip. We see Rawstarr shake his head in frustration as he slowly reaches his feet.)

HS: "OOO hasn't shown much ring rust."

FJ: "Low's human property hasn't either."

HS: "OOO seems to have a slight speed advantage."

FJ: "He just likes running around because he's nothing more than a Columbian Criminal."

(Both men lock up. We see Rawstarr go behind OOO, and then do a double leg take down. He grabs a quick ankle lock, but just as quickly floats over and executes a side headlock. OOO quickly reverses into a hammerlock, but Rawstarr begins to stand up and OOO turns it into an armbar. Rawstarr rolls on the ground, and does a flip, locking in an armbar of his own. Rawstarr quickly grabs OOO's hair and throws him to the ground. OOO kips up and reverses into another armbar. This armbar is short-lived because OOO pulls Rawstarr in for a short arm clothesline. We hear the crowd cheer at the wrestling excellence the two returning superstars are showing.)

HS: "What an exchange by these two."

FJ: "I've got a serious question Herb."

HS: "What is it?"

FJ: "What do you think happens if Rawstarr loses?"

HS: "I'm not sure... Low is a VERY unpredictable guy."

(Rawstarr is quickly back to his feet. They lock up again. This time, Rawstarr goes for a headlock takedown, but OOO counters with a headscissors. Rawstarr kips up, and then does a standing senton landing on OOO before he can get up. We see OOO gasping for air after that attack by Rawstarr. Rawstarr immediately begins sending blows to OOO's head. After about six or seven undefended blows, Rawstarr pulls OOO up to a sitting position, and backs up to bounce off the ropes. He comes off and nails a vicious shot to the face of OOO.)

FJ: "He's attacking OOO's glass jaw."

HS: "Low may have inspired Rawstarr to become even better than he was before."

(We see Rawstarr again pick OOO up in the same position, but this time he locks in a full nelson. We see Rawstarr lift him up and begin shaking him back and forth, and we see OOO slowly fading. We see Rawstarr slowly forcing OOO's body to fall to the ground.)

HS: "It could be over."

FJ: "I KNOW! I love it when a plan comes together!"

(Suddenly the crowd begins stomping their feet. We hear let's go OOO chants throughout the arena and OOO is brought to life. He begins to slowly fight his way back to his feet. We see OOO now try and do anything possible to get out of the hold. As OOO gets his feet on the ropes, Rawstarr just lifts him back into a Dragon Suplex, but Rawstarr doesn't stop there. He rolls through and nails another Dragon Suplex. And then another, this time bridging for a pin.)

FJ: "It's OVER!"

(We see an out of position referee quickly slide for the Count. One... Two... T)

HS: "OOO KICKED OUT!"

FJ: "He couldn't have... That referee was out of position! He should be fired by The Legendary President Low."

(We now see Rawstarr objecting to the count. We see Rawstarr nearly lay his hand of the referee. The referee tells him the match is going on as Rawstarr is still jawing. Rawstarr turns around and picks OOO up. Rawstarr attempts to throw a punch, but OOO blocks and begins nailing a series of Lucha chops with the fans chanting WHOOO! after every chop. We see Rawstarr back into the corner, with OOO still chopping away. We now see the redness in Rawstarr's chest as OOO continues his onslaught. Rawstarr now pushes OOO away. We see OOO quickly charge, jump and grab Rawstarr's head, bounces off the ropes, and nails a Tornado DDT. OOO goes for the cover. One... Two...)

HS: "Rawstarr barely gets a shoulder up."

FJ: "Thank God. Low would have been terribly upset if that would have went down. I'm sure he would be upset with his newly acquired personal property."

(OOO quickly picks Rawstarr up and Irish whips him, but Rawstarr reverses. OOO runs of the ropes and jumps off nailing an Asai Moonsault. Again OOO goes for the pin. One... Two... And a kick out back Rawstarr! OOO again picks Rawstarr up. He Irish whips Rawstarr. Rawstarr bounces off the ropes and OOO catches him with an Irish whip. OOO now charges Rawstarr who bounced off the mat and got back up, but this time Rawstarr nails an arm drag. Both men quickly to their feet and attempt a dropkick, but their feet hit each other. We hear the crowd clap again as it turns back into a technical wrestling display.)

HS: "WOW! These two are really going at it."

FJ: "Tough match to call. I can't tell if Rawstarr is going to take out the garbage or not."

(We see OOO sneak a dropsault in, followed by a two count. We see the frustration appear on OOO's face as he flashes a look over to the referee, but he quickly focuses back on Rawstarr, lifting him back off the mat. Rawstarr pushes OOO into the referee. OOO quickly turns around to check on the referee. As he backs up, we see Rawstarr nail a low blow, and drag OOO to a neutral corner, with OOO's head facing out towards the middle of the ring.)

HS: "I can't believe Rawstarr would stoop this Low."

FJ: "For your job, and a huge pay increase, wouldn't you?"

HS: "I never thought of it that way."

FJ: "The man is just trying to feed his family. Don't complain about how he does things."

(We see Rawstarr firmly in control again. He attempts to lock in the Low Profile.)

HS: "He wouldn't use this to finish OOO would he?"

FJ: "He would, and he will!"

(We see as if it looks like Rawstarr is about to finishing locking in his idol's hold, but OOO somehow out powers it, and Rawstarr's shoulder goes into the corner.)

HS: "HE COUNTERED!"

FJ: "HOW!"

(We see OOO quickly roll up Rawstarr One... Two...)

FJ: "DID HE GET HIM?!"

HS: "THE REFEREE SAYS 2 and 7/8's of a three."

FJ: "DID HE GET HIM?!"

HS: "No Frank. He didn't get him."

(We see OOO sit on the mat holding his neck in pain. He looks over at the downed Rawstarr who is still asking if he lost or not. OOO rolls into the ropes, and pulls himself up as Rawstarr gets up. OOO runs and knocks Rawstarr down with a running elbow. Rawstarr is back to his feet as OOO reaches his knees. We see OOO force Rawstarr into the corner and then OOO Irish whips him to the other corner. Rawstarr bounces hard. OOO charges but he's met with a foot to the face. Rawstarr comes out and nails a clothesline. He goes for the cover. One... Two... OOO kicks out again. We see Rawstarr pull him up and lift him into a Suplex position. Rawstarr takes OOO and places him on the top rope, and then climbs to the top. We see OOO punch Rawstarr and Rawstarr falls backwards. OOO comes off the top rope nailing the Head's Up.)

FJ: "NOOOO!"

HS: "It's OVER!"

(As OOO is too hurt to hurt to make the cover. OOO falls back now, laying on Rawstarr. One... Two...)

HS: "OOO WINS!"

FJ: "He didn't."

(We see OOO slowly get up and begin celebrating. The referee runs and throws his arms down. We see the referee point and show us that Rawstarr's foot was out of the ring. OOO looks in disbelief and shakes his head. We see OOO look at the crowd and say what more can I do to him? OOO again walks over and picks Rawstarr up. We see Rawstarr throw a punch and nail OOO in the gut. Rawstarr does so again. And again. Rawstarr finally reaches his feet and continues to hit OOO in the face. We see OOO teeter back and forth as Rawstarr comes out of nowhere with a toekick to the stomach. Rawstarr quickly goes for a snap suplex in the middle of the ring. He covers OOO. One... Two...)

HS: "OOO kicks out again."

FJ: "When will someone lose? I can't take the suspense. I want to see Rawstarr take out the trash. Do it for your family Rawstarr."

HS: "Frank, I didn't know you cared."

FJ: "I don't... But I do care that he's Low's piece of personal property."

(Rawstarr picks OOO back up. This time, OOO comes out firing. Rawstarr retaliates. Rawstarr throws another punch, but OOO ducks under and nails a German suplex. He holds on, but doesn't bring Rawstarr off the ground. Instead he takes the time to quickly lock in the Colombian Crippler. We can hear Rawstarr yelling in pain, that he will not submit.)

HS: "WHAT A COUNTER!"

FJ: "I can't believe I just saw the Colombian Crippler applied that way. He isn't a Low or a Jeff Christianson."

HS: "Yet he's been technically wrestling with the best of them."

HS: "That's a painful hold."

FJ: "Did he just give up?!"

HS: "He said NO AGAIN!"

FJ: "Hang in there you little piece of property you! Hang in there!"

(Rawstarr now gives a signal to the referee that he can no longer continue. We see OOO break the hold.)

HS: "It's over! OOO WINS IT!"

FJ: "What will happen to Rawstarr this Sunday night?"

HS: "Who knows."

(OOO stands up. We see him celebrate and then look down at Rawstarr who is still in pain from the Colombian Crippler.)

FJ: "What is he going to do? He's already beaten Low's personal piece of property."

HS: "I don't know. OOO has stopped his celebration as Rawstarr reaches his feet. They are now face to face ladies and gentlemen."

(OOO now extends his hand to Rawstarr.)

HS: "Shake it Rawstarr. Do it."

(We see Rawstarr look at OOO's hand, and then at the fans. We the crowd begin chanting Rawstarr. Rawstarr shrugs his shoulders, and exits the ring, walking to the back with a sad look on his face. The crowd gives a mixed reaction.)

HS: "What did we just see?"

FJ: "We just saw a bad piece of personal property lose to Mr. Three Second."

HS: "Frank, it's time for another exhilarating Hell Bowl video."

FJ: "Yesss!"

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

FJ: "Yeah! Go Stevens!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

HS: "Would you please stop singing that?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

HS: "It was there that Brian Stevens hit NHL in the head, causing the permanent transformation of NHL into Henry. Tonight, these two will do battle for the AWA Championship, a title that Brian Stevens now holds."

FJ: "I remember that. It seems that both of these men can get ruthless when they get pushed to their limits. We'll find out tonight if they can do just that."

(We are now inside the Damage, Inc. locker room and Sarah is pacing a hole in the rug.)

SARAH: "Where is he? He should have been here by now!"

TABITHA: "I've called his cell phone four times already. There isn't any answer. The phone is on, it rings four times, and then gets kicked to the voice mail."

STEVENS: "I'm sure he's just hiding out so he doesn't get jumped by any of the other Hell Bowl participants. I mean, Henry did jump and beat them all seriously. He's just outsmarting those dickheads."

SARAH: "We're hitting the middle of the event, and he's not here. This worries me. I'm going to look for him in the arena."

HS: "Wait, NHL still isn't here yet?"

FJ: "Maybe he's had car troubles and his cell phone doesn't work."

HS: "All on the biggest night of his AWA career? I think not. He's either been hiding, disposed of by someone in the Hell Bowl Chamber, or he's run away."

(Sarah leaves the locker room in search for her husband. Brian turns to grab a drink as the scene fades. "The Omen" by DMX blares over the PA and this huge man begins to walk down the aisle. He walks slowly, still visually tired from the battle with Pepsi earlier in the night, but still gives a suspicious look to everyone in the crowd, as if he thinks they are speculating things about him. He grabs the top rope once he reaches the ring and pulls himself up on the apron. He immediately steps into the ring, anxious for his opponent, and US Champion to hit the ring)

HS: "I don't know how epic this battle is going to be Frank; he already wrestled ONCE tonight against Pepsi. Dread can't be 100% for this match against our US Champion Logan Alexander."

FJ: "Come on Herb, Dread's a monster, he'll DECIMATE Alexander, and he's got over a foot on him!"

(Falling Down begins to play on the P.A. system and a few seconds later, Logan walks out from the entryway, with the United States championship belt around his waist. He pauses at the top of the ramp, basking in the reaction of the crowd and showing off the belt as well as a 'Hazard Army' t-shirt he has on. As he walks down to the ring, he glances around at the crowd and high fives the spectators along the walkway. He climbs the ring steps and goes between the top and second rope, then walks around to each side of the ring encouraging the crowd to respond. He removes his jacket and drops it to the outside of the ring, keeping an eye on his opponent. Logan then walks over to the corner of the ring nearest the ring announcer and asks for a microphone.)

HS: "Look like we'll get a few words from the champ before this match begins."

FJ: "Let's just pray this is shorter than a Brian Stevens promo..."

(Logan raises the microphone.)

LA: "I'd just like to dedicate this match and title defense to Cynder and all the members of the Hazard Army. This one's for you."

(The crowd lets out a resounding cheer. Logan tosses the mic back to the announcer.)

HS: "Seems like Logan's paying last respects to the opponent that should have been here."

FJ: "He's just working the crowd for sympathy. After what he's done tonight, Logan's gonna wish he'd left with Cynder."

(He then reaches behind himself and takes off the championship belt, before handing it over to the referee. The ref raises the US title high in the air for all to see, and then heads to the apron to hand it over to the announcer on the outside of the ring. Behind the refs back, Dread quickly charges at Logan, easily overpowering him with a serious of blows to the face. Dread continues to drive a series of punches to Logan's face until Logan's back is in the turnbuckle. Dread quickly delivers a hard, heavy, and HUGE over-hand chop to Logan, who is brought to his knees in pain as the crowd yells "WHOOO!" Dread is still on the offensive and picks Logan back up in the corner who is still holding on to his stinging chest, Dread gives Logan another HUGE over-hand chop, which sends Logan back down to his knees in pain. Dread takes a moment to step away from the corner, and gloat at his opponent on the mat below him. Logan grabs onto one of the nearby ropes, using it for leverage to get back to his feet, Dread still refuses to give up his offensive lead and actually helps Logan to his feet by his hair! He gives Logan a massive elbow to the forehead, and then Dread wraps one of his giant hands around Logan's neck. The ref quickly gets in there to break the choke-hold, but Dread almost effortlessly raises Logan high in the air by his throat, turns around....pauses...and SLAMS Logan to the ground in the center of the ring!)

FJ: Look at Dread Herb! I told you he wouldn't have any trouble with our soon-to-be-former-US-champion.

HS: That was a lot of hyphens...but right now Logan looks about finished, I guess you actually have a point Frank.

FJ: Just like a number two pencil!

(Back in the ring Dread just sits by for a moment catching his breath as Logan lies motionless in the center of the ring after that massive choke-slam he just received. Dread slowly begins to smile almost as if a sudden light-bulb went off in his head. Dread quickly heads for the ropes, bounces off...and NAILS a big leg-drop on Logan. Dread quickly follows up with a pinfall.....1...........2.............KICK-OUT by Alexander! Dread obviously irritated by this and quickly argues with the ref, the ref sticks to his two-count decision however. Dread still on his knees next to Logan gives Alexander a few quick jabs to the face and goes for the cover again...1............2....KICK-OUT! Dread jumps to his feet, hoping that his ominous height and weight will strike fear into the heart of the ref enough to change his decision on that count...the ref is un-phased however. Dread shoots the ref a large sneer, but heads back to Logan who is struggling to his feet on the far ropes. Dread grabs Logan by the back of his head, pulling him to his feet, Logan out of nowhere grabs Dread's head with both hands, and falls to the ground delivering a severe jawbreaker to Dread who sent to the mat.)

HS: Looks like your "point" just broke Frank.

FJ: Are you coming onto me?

(Both men are on their knees racing to be the first back to their feet. Logan is up holding onto the nearest turnbuckle, as Dread makes it to his feet in the center of the ring, still groggy. Logan charges at Dread, Dread sees Logan at the last minute and sticks his hand out attaching onto Logan's head, just like a Bully in school. Logan throws a punch at Dread, but Dread's reach and position is too far away for Logan to connect. Dread just continues to hold Logan at bay by one hand as he looks into the crowd with a grin as Logan still tries to break free from the hold or make any sort of connection with Dread. Suddenly Logan takes all of his strength, and manages to break free from the hold with a standing dropkick to Dread's mid-section with authority!)

FJ: Imagine all the milk money you'd still have had you taken a book out of Alexander's move-set like that one Herb.

(Dread is sent back reeling, and Logan begins laying into Dread with a series of punches, but nothing even brings the massive Dread to his knees. Logan then bounces off of the ropes and nails Dread with a flying elbow to his forehead, but that only off-shoots the balance of the monster of a man. Logan hits the ropes again, this time following up with a well-placed dropkick to the chest of Dread...Dread loses his balance and is finally brought down to one knee. Logan hits the ropes one last time and nails dread with a massive swinging DDT that almost decapitates Dread!)

HS: Looks like the tide has finally turned for our US Champion!

FJ: Looks like you should shut your ugly mouth!

HS: Now that had no relevance to the match what-so-ever.

FJ: That's what SHE said!

(Dread is still laid out on the mat, and Logan has the advantage. Alexander tries to put as much hurt on the beast as he can while he's on the mat, laying into him with a fierce array of stomps and kicks, and finishes up the series with jumping fist to the should of Dread. Logan quickly gets back to his feet and heads for the top ropes. He carefully figures out the air-speed velocity of his move inside his head, makes the leap...and crashes on top of Dread with a HUGE Guillotine Leg-Drop! The move took a lot out of Alexander, and he can't quite make it over to Dread for the pin. The ref hesitates to start a ten-count, but Logan manages to get to his feet via-the ropes. Dread still remains rather motionless inside the center of the ring, and Alexander is quick on the attack. He lays into Dread with a few stiff kicks to the abdomen, and then heads for the over 7 foot tall mans' legs. He lifts them up, and the crowd cheers on for the move their anticipating.)

HS: Do you really think Alexander can hold onto the Chaos Breaker on Dread?

FJ: Was Scotty Riggs a Pirate?

HS: Hmm...I never thought about that...he did have an eye-patch and all, not to mention a beard----wait, what the hell do I care?!

(Logan places one foot around Dreads leg and crosses his feet together, inching ever so closer to locking in the Chaos Breaker. Dread proves to be too strong however, and kicks Alexander in the gut with all of his might, launching his back straight into the turnbuckles. Dread is slow to his feet, but Alexander is wincing in pain in the turnbuckle. Alexander turns his back to Dread, leaning over trying to catch the breath that was just knocked out of him in the corner of the ring. Dread notices his opponents back to him, and quickly blindsides Alexander with a HUGE fist to the kidneys! Alexander immediately drops to his knees and cries out in pain. Dread quickly capitalizes wrapping Alexander up into a Full Nelson, and dragging him back into the center of the ring. Alexander winces on in pain, screaming...he begins to slow down as unconsciousness takes a hold of his body, and the ref is intently checking the hold. Alexander appears to be in bad shape, but the crowd gets behind Alexander, stomping a beat and shaking the rafters of the arena.)

HS: These fans really love their US Champion

FJ: I really love green leafy lettuce...and our LWA Champion Lars Fredrickson...but not in a Pro-C.O.C.K. way like you Herb.

HS: I thought I was supposed to be the drunken crazy one. I seem to be a LOT saner than you tonight.

FJ: It's all a matter of perspective...Mr. Drunk Lunatic with nacho-cheese on the side.

(Alexander is still fighting his body in the ring trapped in the massive arms of Dread and a full nelson...Alexander seems to be getting the advantage and looks to break the hold. Dread quickly changes plans and lifts Alexander up, and drops him hard to the mat with a full nelson slam! Dread goes for the pin again.....1.........2....................KICK-OUT! Dread quickly becomes enraged in the ring and argues with the referee some more.)

HS: Dread is slowing down...I think that battle with Pepsi from earlier in the night is finally catching up to him!

FJ: Sometimes I spray hairspray in my eyes because I like the way it tastes.

(Dread wants this match over by this point, he grabs Alexander and lifts him back to his feet. He deals a few quick blows to Alexander's head to soften him up some more, the mammoth man easily lifts the much smaller Alexander up in the air, and drives him to the mat with a tombstone piledriver!)

HS: I think we're going to have a new champion after all!

FJ: The American Males?

HS: Why am I still working here? I need to make my own Barbecue sauce and cookbook...

FJ: American Males.....American Males.....American Males.....

(Alexander is out cold in the center of the ring after that massive tombstone piledriver, however Dread doesn't go for the pin. Dread slowly makes his way to the top turnbuckle. Slowly but surely rope.....by rope....by rope.....Dread finally makes it to the top ropes, the over 7 foot tall man is having trouble keeping his balance. Logan suddenly rolls out of the way of the giant's trajectory, but Dread sees Logan move before he jumps off. Dread attempts to climb back down the turnbuckle but Logan runs for the ropes, causing Dread to fall onto the top turnbuckle in a VERY un-comfortable way. Logan quickly capitalizes on Dread's predicament....locks his arms around Dread....picks Dread up over his head...and delivers the Omega Strike from an interesting angle. Dread is definitely out cold at this point...Logan heads for his feet....and locks in the Chaos Breaker on Dread!)

HS: It's all over now for Dread!

FJ: American Males....

(Dread is writhing in pain as Alexander leans back locking in the move even tighter...eventually the fatigue of Dread is too much for even a man that size to take....and he eventually has no choice but to tap out. The ref calls for the bell, and Logan breaks the hold. "Falling Down" starts to play as the ref hands Logan his US Belt, and the crowd erupts in his favor!)

HS: "Logan Alexander has managed to retain his AWA United States Championship. Tonight, Brian Stevens will have a go to see if he can retain his AWA World Heavyweight Championship. In order to get you in the mood, we have another Hell Bowl promotional video."

FJ: "YIPPEE!!"

FJ: "And now it seems that the cat is indeed out of the bag and now Brian Williams wants sweet revenge for what happened to him...and he's going to take it out on the man he feels attacked him the other night...Andreas Lasiewicz."

(Brian Stevens and Jeff Christianson both hop into their corner, leaving Lasiewicz in the open. Andreas turns around and Brian and Jeff just look the other way. Jeff turns around and points at Williams, who is walking slowly to their corner, and Andreas' position.)

FJ: "Yep, trouble."

(Lasiewicz turns to Williams and clotheslines him, but Williams ducks underneath it and grabs Lasiewicz by the throat. Williams raises Andreas into the air and slams him down to the mat with extreme force. Brian brings Andreas up and then hits a side slam. Brian picks up him again and unleashes a hard powerbomb. Brian holds on and then shoots off three more chained powerbombs. Williams pins Andreas but Christianson is there to break up the count past ONE. The referee sees that Christianson is heading back to his corner, and then Williams picks up Andreas. The two grapple and then Williams hits a Russian leg sweep on Lasiewicz. Williams throws down some stomps and then picks up Lasiewicz and whips him into the ropes. Williams tries for a clothesline, but Andreas ducks under and instead, hits a chop block to Brian's knee. Andreas crawls towards his corner, but Williams stops him and drags him back. Andreas hops up, and hits an enziguri, forcing Williams to release his hold. Andreas scrambles back to his corner and tags in Jeff Christianson. Jeff doesn't just tag in though, he just knees Andreas in the side of the skull. Andreas falls to the mat as Jeff rolls him out of the ring and onto the floor.)

FJ: "Boy, Lasiewicz is in a bad way."

HS: "And Brian Williams was laying an asswhooping on Lasiewicz like no one's business. But, it seems that Jeff Christianson has gotten some small revenge on him."

FJ: "I guess Brian does believe that it was Andreas Lasiewicz that was the attacker of everyone in this match. I mean, it is funny that he didn't get attacked himself this week."

FJ: "That was taken just one week ago, when all six of the Hell Bowl participants took part in a 6-man tag team match."

HS: "And right there is the trap that NHL set for Andreas Lasiewicz so Brian Williams can pick him apart."

FJ: "Maybe we'll see that happen tonight."

HS: "Maybe, Frank. Alright. I'm being told that we are just moments away from the AWA No Limits Championship match right here at Hell on Earth!"

FJ: "That's right, Herb. That jack hole in my earpiece is telling me that we are going to go through the rules of this contest as it seems a whole lot of nerds don't get the concept of the match."

HS: "Well, with the influx of new talent arriving in the AWA as well as a huge jump in our buy rates and ratings of late, something which is an obvious result of new fans, EVERYONE here in the American Wrestling Alliance feels that a recap of the rules never hurt anyone. With that said, roll the package, boys..."

("The Night Your Guardian Fell Asleep" by Chasing Victory begins playing along with a video package highlighting the many battles had in the "No Limits" environment, something exclusive to the AWA. The first shot we is have is the first ever No Limits match, which pit Andreas Lasiewicz against Draven Shadows, John Heights, and Adryn McLeon. All four men are shown in the ring, pre-match as a voice over done by Herb Summers begins...

HS: "The AWA No Limits Championship. There is no other belt or division on this planet as unique as this one. Each match is more brutal than the last and it's all due to the matches unconventional rules. The first rule, which isn't a major one is that ALL matches fought under the unique No Limits Rules MUST start out within the ring."

(We switch to a shot of Andreas Lasiewicz holding the title over his head for the very first time in the history of the belt. We then switch to a match pitting Nathan Hawthorne-Lee against Andreas Lasiewicz. NHL is unloading on Lasiewicz on the outside with a steel chair...)

HS: "While under the No Limits rules, there are absolutely NO count outs. In fact, while on the outside of the ring, ANYTHING GOES! That includes outside interference, weapons and ANY other tactic that happens to be outlawed in a traditional match."

(We switch from a shot of the Andreas/NHL match, ending with a shot of Nathan beating Lasiewicz for the belt, to a Shock match that pitted "The Sensation" Brian Stevens against NHL in an EPIC contest. Stevens has NHL in a Muta Lock and NHL is in the ropes trying to break the hold to no avail...)

HS: "It should also be noted that there are NO rope breaks in a No Limits match up. Also, no holds are barred. However, while INSIDE of the ring, any use of weapons or any outside interference will result in an immediate disqualification."

(We now transition to a shot of "The Icon" John Williams hitting Poppa with the All She Wrote Neckbreaker and subsequently pinning Poppa to win the AWA No Limits Title in Seattle. John looks absolutely enthused about the win...)

HS: "So how do you win? Simple. You must defeat your opponent IN the ring by pinfall or submission!"

(We transition to shot after shot of EVERY AWA No Limits Champion ever with each shot showing the Champions wearing their belts, starting with Andreas Lasiewicz and going on to Nathan Hawthorne-Lee, Poppa, John Williams, Rawstarr, Jeff Christianson, and finally, we show a shot of the current No Limits Champion, Quade DeSade, walking to the ring with the belt around his waist underneath his signature trench coat...)

HS: "Dave "The Rave" Santini said it best when it came to the AWA first and ONLY original concept title, stating that the No Limits Title is about just that. NO LIMITS! No other promotion on Earth offers such a completely revolutionary division like the No Limits division! It is EXCLUSIVE to the AWA and it will remain that way!"

(We fade back to the Staples Center and we immediately hear the frantic notes of "Unstable" by James Johnston. From the back steps A.C. Smith, who immediately throws up his arms out of the entrance ramp and is greeted by a fair reaction from the fans as a blast of pyro explodes behind him...)

HS: "Not a bad pop for A.C. Smith, who is a relative newcomer here in the AWA."

FJ: "Meh. I've heard better. This dudes music, though. I've heard this before...but where?"

HS: "Well, for legal reasons, I can't say. But it really is something only a WARRIOR would use."

FJ: "Dude. Didn't that one dude use this song at one time? Umm...what was his name..."

HS: "Jeez, Frank! The Ultimate Warrior used this song! Are you that stupid?"

FJ: "Yeah. Stupid like a fox. Have fun paying McMahon for the slip of the tongue right there."

HS: "What slip of the tongue?"

FJ: "Um...you just said Ultimate Warrior. Duh."

HS: "Yeah? And now you just did, too."

FJ: "Awwe! AWWWWWE! No way! You cheated!"

(A.C. Smith sprints down the ramp and slides into the ring and starts pointing out to the fans, acknowledging a few signs baring reference to him. Smith finally finds his corner and the referee starts explaining the rules to him while he waits for the Champion...)

HS: "Well, if you look on the face of Smith, you'll see nothing but sheer determination."

FJ: "And some unsightly acme and possibly a bugger."

HS: "Frank! That's not called for! This kid has been working VERY hard since arriving here in the AWA and the last thing he needs is to play this tape back and hear fictitious statements about himself like that!"

FJ: "Whoa. I'm sorry, Herbie. I really wasn't listening to a word you just said there..."

('Sadness' by Enigma reverbs from the speakers; heavy industrial chords counterpoint the agonizing screams peeling from the images on screen; The Crucifier practiced on opponent after opponent... Then in a moments respite only the heavy, sighing breath of an unseen woman can be heard...)

FJ: "Dude. This chick sounds hotter every time I hear this song."

HS: "FRANK! Hush up!"

FJ: "I'm just sayin' is all. You know. I guess the underlying point in this is that I'd nail her. A couple times."

HS: "FRANK!!!"

(The Lights in the Staples Center are extinguished. And like a burning brimstone flood letters spelling the name QUADE DESADE form a fiery cruciform logo; and the harsh tempo resumes and the monks begin again their Gregorian Chanting. Bathed in the flaming incandescence of his fiery cross Quade DeSade stands at the top of the ramp dragging the AWA No Limits Championship carelessly. Enshrouded in the faded, travel worn trail coat he stands staring out at the spotlighted ring. It is then that the love can be felt: Ignorant of the crowd on either side of him, deaf to the jeers and insults raining on him Quade walks unhurried and uncaring towards the ring. The bright banners dissing on him and cussing him don't attract his attention. His only response is the seemingly permanent cold, crocodile grin which seems more for himself than for any would-be fan out there. Inside the ring and within the light he drops his coat and raises a horribly burn-scarred arm to each of the four corners in a mockery of a salute to the faceless crowd hidden within the darkness. Quade drops the belt center ring and retreats to his corner, closing his eyes and thinking to himself while squatting in preparation for the ensuing battle...)

HS: "DeSade is just completely off his rocker! He won't even hand the referee the belt! He just tosses it away for the official to go and fetch."

FJ: "Ahhhh. Yeah. Of course. He's the Champ. He can do whatever the hell he wants. Are you gonna stop him?"

HS: "No, Frank. But still. It's VERY disrespectful to treat ANYONE like that. He should be a little more considerate."

FJ: "Or what? You'll tell his Mommy? C'mon, Herb! Get off your pedestal and let's call this match."

(The nameless AWA Referee grabs the coat and tosses it out of the ring to a stagehand before collecting the AWA No Limits Championship and displaying it above his head for everyone to see. The referee hands the belt over the rope to the stagehand before calling for the bell. Immediately, DeSade somersaults out of the corner and dropkicks the knee of A.C. Smith. Smith crumbles to the ground clutching at the knee and Quade smiles. DeSade follows up with a pair of kicks to the back of the knee before bringing Smith to his feet and sending him to the ropes. Quade takes A.C. over with an Arm Drag Takedown and locks in an armbar before shooting the half and grabbing a leg. Immediately, A.C. Smith squirms his way to the ropes...but there are NO rope breaks. Smith starts screaming in agony at the ref, but there is nothing the ref can do but watch. Smith has fallen victim to inexperience, but this monster of a man shows his resourcefulness as he overpowers DeSade and kicks him off! DeSade looks a bit perplexed by the strength of Smith, but gets right back up to his feet and follows up on the big man by striking him in the head with some solid rights. Quade muscles Smith up and drops him down quickly with a body slam before following up by placing the weakened knee of Smith on the rope and jumping on it full weight. Smith immediately reacts with a wide-eyed expression of pain...)

HS: "Quade is NOT messing around tonight! He is taking this fight right to A.C. Smith and is not holding back at all!"

FJ: "DeSade is a very weird man, but he isn't dumb. He knows how to break an opponent down with the best of 'em."

(Quade smirks and starts slowly stalking the now-begging off challenger, A.C. Smith. DeSade steps on the leg of Smith, preventing the big man from escaping. DeSade starts whispering something to Smith before falling down and driving the point of his elbow right into the tender part of A.C.'s weakened knee. Again, Smith freaks out and starts clutching at his knee...but DeSade proves to be unrelenting in his attack as he starts dragging Smith to the ropes. Quade eventually weaves the knee of Smith through the ropes and applies a unique leglock when it's all said and done. A.C. Smith appears to be in complete hell while in this hold...)

FJ: "Damn. Quade is schooling this kid so far."

HS: "And this IS a very good strategy for a number of reasons. Firstly, since there ARE no rope breaks, Quade DeSade, the more experienced man in this division, is taking FULL advantage of that and using the ropes to incorporate in submissions and just the overall torture of his opponent."

FJ: "Hells yeah he is. Look at the newbie's face!"

HS: "Also, he has taken away the legs of the big man. If the much larger A.C. can't stand or get that much needed vertical base, it'll be near impossible for him to win."

FJ: "Like I was saying, DeSade is crazy. Crazy smart!"

(Smith is finally able to break the hold while pulling himself up with the top rope for leverage and punches in desperation at the skull of DeSade. Quade relinquishes the hold and A.C. subsequently falls to the outside of the ring, back-first. Regardless of the poor fall, Smith looks relieve to be outside of the ring and away from Quade.)

FJ: "That is NOT where Smith wants to be. Quade has a million MORE ways to hurt you on the outside of the ring!"

HS: "That's where this match becomes more interesting! This is what makes the No Limits division such a unique feature to the AWA! On the outside, ANYTHING GOES! EVERYTHING is legal!"

(Quade is in no hurry to chase after the weakened A.C. Smith, so he takes his time exiting the ring. When Quade finds Smith, part of the body of Smith is under the ring. Quade laughs and grabs the legs of Smith and yanks him out from underneath....but SMACK! Quade gets ROCKED by a chair shot! The crowd responds in shock as Smith pulls himself up by the ring apron and uses the chair as a crutch. Smith follows the reeling DeSade, who is holding himself up by the guardrail. Smith throws a couple of rights before pulling DeSade from the guardrail and shoving back into the guardrail with force! DeSade hits head and back first and is on the ground in a heap. Smith takes this time to examine the damage done to his knee and he starts to walk around, still using the chair as a crutch, trying to shake off the effects from the earlier attack...)

HS: "And just like that, A.C. Smith is back in this one!"

FJ: "Yeah, but check it out! His knee is DEFINITELY giving him trouble! He is very reluctant to even put weight on it."

HS: "But think about Quade. He just got tossed into the guardrail. Is he going to come up with anything sore?"

FJ: "Dude. Did you see his head hit the steel? It was disgusting!"

(Smith has had enough walking around. He makes his way over to Quade DeSade and tosses the limp body of DeSade into the ring. A.C. slides in after him and the ref instructs Smith to lose the chair...and A.C. complies. Smith hobbles over to the limp body of DeSade and tries to pick him up by the hair...but the body of DeSade is limp. Almost lifeless. Smith looks over to the referee, a little concerned, before letting the body of DeSade fall to the mat. Smith grabs the ropes near DeSade, rethinking his strategy while taking some of the weight off of his knee. The ref checks on DeSade while Smith has his back to him and in a sudden movement, Quade pushes the ref aside and school boy's Smith over for a pin! The ref counts two and a stunned Smith kicks out! Quade comes up clutching his skull while Smith is still favoring his knee. Both men get to their feet at about the same time and start trading punches. DeSade finally gets the upper hand and has A.C. reeling and hit's the ropes and attempts a clothesline, but Smith ducks! Smith hit's the ropes and come back at DeSade with a clothesline of his own and this time, it's Quade that ducks! With both men hitting the ropes, Smith DRILLS DeSade mid-ring with a big time Spear! Smith comes up beating his chest while DeSade is quick to escape unnoticed to the outside of the ring!)

HS: "Look at the fire by A.C. Smith! This kid is definitely showing us something here tonight in Los Angeles at Hell on Earth!"

FJ: "Yeah, but beating his chest isn't winning him this match, Summers. He needs to follow up on Quade."

HS: "I agree. The match is too young and DeSade is too good to be doing any showboating."

(Smith finally hops out of the ring but can't find DeSade! He looks completely shocked! Smith looks out into the crowd and he's no where. Smith goes to look under the ring...BAM! Smith gets ROCKED with the steel turnbuckle wrench! DeSade stands up from under the ring and drops the turnbuckle wrench, grinning all the while. DeSade takes a steel chair from a fan in the front row and stalks Smith! Smith is busted wide open and is a bloody mess! DeSade, however, shows no mercy and grabs the leg of Smith and places the chair beneath it before driving both down to the floor, hitting a modified version of his Steel Guillotine! Smith is in complete agony and DeSade smiles and sits down right next to Smith, putting his head into his lap and begins talking trash to his opponent.)

HS: "What the heck is DeSade doing!?"

FJ: "Aside from trying to break the leg of A.C. Smith? Just being the weirdo he is. I mean, right now, he is showing Smith that he holds his very well being in his hands."

HS: "This is sick! It's like Quade is getting some type of perverse pleasure out of this!"

(Quade finally gets up with as much of a handful of Smith's hair as possible and sends him back into the ring. DeSade follows suit and rolls into the ring and sits himself into the ring corner against the turnbuckles, plotting his next move. Quade smiles mischievously as Smith gets to his feet, putting all the pressure on his right leg and hoping around...but Quade ends the when he pulls himself to his feet and rushes at Smith and shoulder tackles his knee! Smith falls down in a heap and Quade is quick to drag him over to the corner and heads to the outside before locking on the ring post figure four leglock! Smith is complete agonizing pain, but much to his credit, does NOT tap out! The blood eventually rushes to the head of DeSade and becomes too much for him, which causes him to relinquish the hold.)

HS: "WOW! What perseverance by A.C. Smith! How do you NOT tap out after being in a hold that devastating for that long!?"

FJ: "Dude. I don't even know! His knee has to be a mess! Quade, I don't think he wants to just win the match and retain the No Limits title. I think he wants to end this kid's career. Quade is phenomenal!"

HS: "FRANK! This is someone's very livelihood we're talking about here! This is what A.C. does for a living and you're cheering for DeSade to cripple this young man!? You're just as sick as Quade!"

FJ: "So what? Quade is a solid dude and next to NHL, he's probably the best No Limits Champion we've EVER had. So suck on that, Summers."

(With Smith in the ring, DeSade has set up a table on the outside, bridged from the ring apron to the guardrail. DeSade finally rolls back into the ring and starts unloading on the skull of A.C. with lefts and rights. DeSade brings Smith to his feet and backs him up into the corner before unleashing some fierce Knife Edge Chops on the chest of A.C. Smith! Quade tries sending Smith across the ring to the other corner, but Smith's knee buckles and he falls hard on the mat clutching at it. Quade laughs and pursues the bloody Smith, who is leaving a crimson blood stained trail wherever he goes in the ring. Quade brings Smith to his feet and starts chopping him back into the ropes. DeSade leaves Smith leaning on the ropes before he gets a head full of steam and hit's the ropes and unloads a huge forearm shot that almost rocks Smith over the ropes. Quade tries this again, but only this time, Smith takes DeSade up and over the top rope with a hip toss and SMASH! Quade DeSade crashes through the table on the outside head first! A "HOLY SHIT!" chant breaks out in the Staples Center while Smith crumbles in the ring, holding his knee.)

FJ: "JESUS CHRIST!"

HS: "DeSade is DEAD! He has to be!"

FJ: "He fell right on his frickin' neck through that table, Herb! And look at Smith!!! He can't capitalize!"

HS: "What a match!"

FJ: "HA! What a car crash, is more like it!"

(FINALLY, A.C. Smith is up to his feet but he doesn't follow after DeSade on the outside of the ring. Instead, Smith is standing over DeSade in the ring while holding onto the top rope for support and balance. DeSade is getting up, but very slowly and very much holding his head and neck. And then. Very suddenly. A.C. Smith shocks EVERYONE and launches himself over the top rope and nails DeSade with a Cross Body Block into the remains of the table!)

FJ: "Where the hell is this kid getting this from!?"

HS: "I honestly don't know but it's what Smith NEEDS to do if he wants to win this one."

FJ: "Yeah. For sure. If he can keep this up and not let DeSade mangle his knee anymore, he MAYBE might beat DeSade...but I doubt it."

(Smith gets up and screams out to the fans, and some react in kind. Smith gets a glimmer in his eye, perhaps a hope for victory. With that, Smith pulls DeSade up by his hair and then we see it. DeSade's back is a bloody mess from taking the cross body block into the table remains! Smith doesn't relent, rather, he tosses DeSade HARD into the guardrail and DeSade bumps back first into the steel, letting out a scream of pain on impact! Smith tells the fans to move behind DeSade and they are quick to scramble. Smith gets a full head of steam and sprints as best he can before launching himself like a missile and taking himself and Quade over the guardrail and into the front row with a lunging shoulder block!)

HS: "Call me crazy, Frank. But going into this match, I honestly didn't think it would last this long! I didn't think Smith would be able to hang with DeSade. But now, I don't know! This match belongs to EITHER man!"

FJ: "Hey. Both men are a bloody mess! DeSade has an aching skull and Smith's knee is a mess. We are ALL winners after witnessing this one. Well, everyone but the man who loses this match. HE'LL be the ONLY loser."

HS: "Wow, Frank. What great analyses there. Thanks for that. Just....just genius."

FJ: "Yeah. I know. That's what makes me better than just about every person ever."

(Smith is the first to hop over the guardrail and appears as if he wants to help Quade over...the hard way. Smith cinches Quade up and suplex's him over the guardrail and to the matted floor below! Smith gets up right away and signals for the end by slitting his throat! Smith tosses DeSade back into the ring and follows right after him. A.C. stalks his opponent from behind, waiting for the moment Quade rises to his feet...and once he's there, A.C. Smith is quick to hoist DeSade up and locks on the Torture Rack!)

HS: "TORTURE RACK! He's got the Champion locked in his finish right in the middle of the ring!!"

FJ: "NO! Get out, Quade! Get out!!!"

(A.C. Smith is really putting all his force in the hold, bouncing up and down with no regard until his knee buckles! DeSade, the wily veteran that he is, capitalizes and turns the Rack into a Small Package!! The ref makes the count and it's ALMOST 3! Quade wastes ZERO time and brings a sore A.C. Smith to his feet! Quade sends Smith to the turnbuckle with an Irish Whip and is quick to follow up and successfully locks on his finish! He has A.C. Smith locked in The Crucifier! Smith is fighting valiantly, but it may be too much for him as Quade is able to lift the big man into the air and uses the ropes of leverage!)

HS: "Well, it was a VERY good effort by A.C. Smith tonight, but this one looks like it's all but done."

FJ: "Yeah. Good try, kid."

(Suddenly, DeSade's facial expression changes. He is now showing a feature of shock! And then...we see it. A.C. Smith is powering DeSade up from the turnbuckle and is walking center ring with him high in the air in an absolutely incredible show of strength!!! A.C. flips Quade forward and NAILS a Package Piledriver!!! A.C. Smith covers him from the move and only gets a two count to EVERYONE'S shock! Smith gets up and starts playing to the crowd and shaking the ropes! DeSade finally gets to his feet and Smith explodes with a clothesline! DeSade gets right back up from that clothesline so Smith hits him with another! DeSade is slow to get up after the second clothesline, but does make it up to his feet only to get caught by Smith who Gorilla Presses DeSade into the air and drops him gut-first on the mat. DeSade reacts by gasping for air as the impact stole the air from his lungs! Smith is quick to follow up and hit's a HUGE splash on the bloody back of DeSade!!)

HS: "WHAT!?! That was the Big Apple Asskicker! That's his other finish!!!"

FJ: "NO WAY is he winning!!! C'mon, Quade! Kick out!!!"

(A.C. Smith wastes no time and pushes the now-limp body of Quade DeSade over and goes for the cover. The referee counts THREE and this one is OVER! A.C. Smith gets up and is in complete shock! The referee raises his hand and he gets a nice ovation from the fans!)

FJ: "NO! NO! NO! This can't be happening!"

HS: "It is, Frank! We have a NEW AWA No Limits Champion and he is "The Big Apple Asskicker" A.C. Smith!"

FJ: "I demand a recount!"

HS: "Shut up, Frank! This kid earned the victory! He just beat one of the, if not THE greatest No Limits Champion this company has EVER had!"

FJ: "Oh, this is the worst night EVER!"

HS: "Congratulations are DEFINITELY in order for A.C. Smith! He took the fight to the Champion and he got the job done here tonight in L.A.! A.C. Smith is YOUR new AWA No Limits Champion!"

FJ: "Herb, it's time for us to get another glimpse at the action we might see in tonight's main event."

HS: "Well, let's roll that footage."

(Williams starts to stir and rolls his broken body off of Stevens' broken body. He begins to stagger to get to his feet as Brian starts to stir into life. John gets to his feet, but is off balance, so he stumbles and falls to the ground near a ring post. Stevens is on his elbows and knees, trying to catch is breath. Williams gets to his feet and slowly walks over to Stevens as he holds his left arm over his midsection. He brings Stevens to his feet and rolls him into the ring. John slowly rolls into the ring, and stumbles to his feet. He half-heartedly hops into the air and drops a forearm across the throat of Stevens. Williams just falls to the mat, trying to inch his way over to Stevens. He gets on top of the Damage, Inc. member for the pin attempt...ONE...TWO...THR-)

FJ: "HOLY COW! Stevens kicked out!"

HS: "If John Williams hooked the leg, I think it would have been a win for Williams."

(John rolls off Stevens and gets to his feet. He hunches over and takes a few deep breaths and then picks Stevens off the mat. John locks up for a suplex of some sort, but Stevens counters it! He knees Williams in the gut and cracks a mean mafia kick which sends Williams to the mat. Stevens picks up Williams and starts to lay out some punches on the head of Williams. John blocks one, reels back to hit Stevens, but accidentally hits the referee in the chin, knocking the referee out. John makes a connection with Stevens' head, sending him to the mat. John bends down to check on the referee and tries to revive him. Meanwhile, Stevens rolls out of the ring directly after the blow by Williams. He stumbles to the time keeper's table, still hurting from the beating he took from the match, and grabs the AWA World Heavyweight Championship. Brian rolls into the ring and stalks Williams with the title in his hand. John gets up, frustrated that he accidentally knocked out the referee, and turns to find Stevens. Brian charges John with the title in hand, but John ducks. Brian stops dead in his tracks, spins, and *CRACK!*, goes down by a big boot from the Champ.)

HS: "That's what happens when you cheat."

FJ: "Yeah, sucks for Brian."

(John kicks the belt from Stevens' hands. John picks up the referee to wake him up. The referee begins to stir as John brings Stevens to his feet. John sets up Brian for the "Lights Out" Canadian Destroyer. John jumps into the air, does his flip, and lands a different way, causing his own head to knock right into the hard gold plate of the AWA World Heavyweight Championship.)

HS: "What the hell??"

FJ: "I guess Brian Stevens jumped a little bit when Williams was facing upside down and that caused the flip to go wrong. Excellent strategy by the challenger."

(Brian Stevens, a little woosey from the flip, kicks the title from the ring. He grabs Williams and brings him to his feet. He sets him up for the North Star Driver and connects. Brian covers Williams, but the refereeis still groggy.)

FJ: "Make the count, ref!"

(The referee slowly slides to check the pin and counts slowly......ONE......TWO......THREE!!!)

FJ: "HOLY SHIT!"

HS: "WE HAVE A NEW CHAMPION!"

FJ: "BRIAN STEVENS HAS CAPTURED HIS FIRST AWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!"

FJ: "Watching Brian Stevens win that title brings goosebumps to my arms."

HS: "That's how our current AWA Champion won his title. He will be defending that title in the Hell Bowl Chamber. He's going to have to last through five other opponents and try any trick he has to retain that belt."

HS: "Ladies and gentlemen, after what has already been a totally hellacious night, which promises to get better and better as we go on, we're just about ready for the Cruiserweight Title match. Champion Jayson Price will defend his title against the talented newcomer Eidolon."

FJ: "Hopefully this cruiserweight match will turn out to be better than the last one. Or at least I hope its quick, I'm ready to see Dark Warrior win back the world title in the Hell Bowl Chamber later tonight!"

HS: "Since their match was announced earlier this month, both men have had more than their fair share of words for one another. This past Xplosion, they faced one another in a six-man tag match. Interestingly enough, they never even squared off. So tonight, they'll get the chance to air out all of their differences in the ring, as it should be."

FJ: "This Eidolon kid must be on coke to want to get into the ring with Jayson Price."

HS: "No coke... Pepsi! HAHAHA."

FJ: "What the hell, Herb?"

HS: "Ok, jokes aside, how do you think this match is going to turn out, Frank?"

FJ: "Well, Misery is a former World Champion, a former Cruiserweight Champion, a former Hardcore Champion and the longest reigning Television Champion in AWA history... what does Eidolon have going for him? Misery wins in a squash."

HS: "What does Eidolon have going for him? He has youth, intensity and the talent to back it all up. He may or may not be able to defeat Misery tonight in his first title match, but he'll damn sure give him a run for his money."

FJ: "Meh, who cares, it's the Cruiserweight Title... who worth mentioning besides Low has ever held it?"

HS: "WHAT? That is, by far, the stupidest thing you have ever said since I've been working with you, Frank."

FJ: "Oh, you say that every week."

HS: "Whatever... let's get this show on the road. Here comes the challenger, Eidolon."

(The lights begin to flicker, and with a loud electrical crackle, they go out. This is followed by a shower of silver and blue sparks from the ceiling. The AWAtron shimmers to life, and a now-familiar logo fades up. A black tribal sun with a purple crescent moon layered over the middle. This morphs into the word 'Eidolon' and the crowd starts cheering loudly.

Now the first slow notes of Drowning Pool's 'Rise Up begin to blare over the PA system.

I will sit right here and bide my time

as long as it takes to get

What's rightfully mine

As these lyrics end, Eidolon steps out through the curtains. He raises a single arm high above his head, fist clenched. He takes a moment to drink in the support he's getting from all the fans, and then charges down to the ring, giving 5's as he's goes. He slides into the ring, and immediately jumps up on a turnbuckle, making a gesture across his waist, as if 'calling' for the belt. The crowd blows up, and he grins as he drops down into the ring, readying himself for the match.)

HS: "This kid, Eidolon, is only twenty three years old and hasn't been an AWA star for a month, but he's already earned the respect of the AWA fans. The future certainly looks bright for this kid, and a win tonight would definitely make the future the present."

FJ: "That didn't make any sense."

HS: "He definitely looks hungry enough."

FJ: "Yes, but is hunger enough to defeat a veteran like Jayson 'Misery' Price?"

(On cue, 'Where Do You Draw The Line' hits the P.A. to a decidedly mixed reaction. The camera pans around the arena to read several signs 'I <3 the Man In Black', 'Eidolon Will Feel Misery', 'Price Is A Fraud' and others of equal polarization. Price cynically smiles behind his black mask and smacks the title on his shoulder. As he makes his way down the ring, all the while focused on the rookie Eidolon, he pulls his title off his shoulder and holds it up into the air as flash bulbs go off. Price slides into the ring, but isn't able to do much else as Eidolon prematurely charges him, nailing a clubbing blow to his back. The referee has no choice but to call for the bell as Eidolon clubs him again.)

FJ: "Oh, look at that, he's cheating already. So much for your rising star."

HS: "Cheating? Eidolon is merely trying to strategize. And it seems he was successful, because he caught Jayson Price off guard."

(Price pushes himself off the mat as Eidolon continues to club him. Price eventually regains his senses and rolls forward, away from the assault. Price rolls up to his feet and turns to meet Eidolon face to face. The youngster is already ahead of the game, though, and greets Price with a hard right. He follows with two more, which stagger Jayson Price back, and then closes with a European Uppercut that forces Price to fall back against the ropes. Eidolon immediately charges in the other direction, rebounds off the opposite ropes, and heads full steam for Price. Eidolon wants to nail a clothesline, but Price drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring, drawing some boos from the fans. Eidolon stops in his tracks and barks an insult at Price.)

HS: "It looks like Jayson Price has had enough already. He's running away!"

FJ: "Surely you know better than that, Herb? He's just strategizing himself. And, as we all know, the title can't change hands if Price is counted out!"

(It's not likely that Price and Frank are on the same page, but we don't have a chance to find out, as Eidolon suddenly slides out of the ring feet first, cutting Price off. It seems Price was strategizing after all, however, because as soon as Eidolon hits his feet he's met with a stiff kick to his gut. Jayson instantly whips Eidolon hard into the steel barricade that surrounds the ring, creating a resounding CLANK!)

HS: "Oh, and it appears Jayson Price was just playing a little cat and mouse."

FJ: "And Eidolon took the bait, and now the rookie is paying for it... soooo... this is what it feels like to be right?"

HS: "Live it up, it doesn't happen often enough for you."

(Jayson, as usual, wastes little energy, and pulls Eidolon off the railing. He whips him across the tarmac right into the side of the ring, THUD! Eidolon falls onto his stomach outside the ring. Jayson looks up at the referee to check the count, which is at SIX! And then stomps Eidolon twice in the small of his back.)

HS: "I think its clear that Price is trying to work over Eidolon's back. He must want to set him up for the Pointless Struggle."

FJ: "Better yet, maybe he's trying to end his career!"

(Price pulls Eidolon up and rolls him into the ring, following suit. Price rolls to his feet and pull Eidolon up by his black hair. He then power-whips Eidolon into a turnbuckle with a crash. Misery chases after Eidolon and when the challenger hits the turnbuckle, Misery leaps into the air with a flying knee. Eidolon somehow manages to quickly dart of the way, however, hoping Misery will hit the turnbuckle head on. Instead, Misery lands on the second rope, balances himself, and springs off toward Eidolon. Amazingly, Eidolon is able to counter by nailing Misery with a drop kick into the gut whilst in mid air, dropping him hard to the mat.)

HS: "What a counter from Eidolon! He just knocked all the air right out of Jayson Price."

FJ: "Yes, but he's no picnic himself."

(Eidolon drops to one knee against his own will, clutching at his back which is still in pain. Price rolls around the mat, gasping for air as the wind was forced from his solar plexus. Eidolon shakes off the pain and climbs to his feet behind the support of the fans. He sees Price struggling to his feet and instantly reacts by stomping into his back for a measure of revenge. Eidolon continues his assault as he pulls Price to his feet. Eidolon whips the Cruiserweight Champion into the ropes and executes a high hip toss on the recoil. Price is still unable to catch his breath and Eidolon certainly isn't going to give him the chance.)

(The rookie pulls the veteran up to his feet and unloads with a knee to his stomach, again driving what little air he has inside right back out. With Price doubled over, Eidolon quickly executes a DDT that gets a big cheer from the fans. After the high impact maneuver, Eidolon instinctively goes for a cover.)

HS: "A quick cover, this could end early!"

FJ: "Doesn't look like it, Price kicks out on one."

(The early kick out doesn't deter Eidolon, who climbs to his feet, bringing Price with him. He once again whips Jayson Price into the ropes and waits for him to return. Eidolon has no such luck, however, as Price slides under the bottom rope and out of the ring once again to catch his breath. Eidolon, having learned from his earlier mistake, doesn't pursue right away, but rather waits inside the ring to try and get the upper hand on Price for when he returns. At the count of FIVE! Price begins searching for a means to reenter the ring, but Eidolon gives him no such leisure.)

HS: "Now Eidolon is playing it smart. He doesn't want Price to get the better of him again."

FJ: "He had better let Price in soon, or he'll let the match slip through his fingers!"

(At the count of EIGHT!, Price, now annoyed, shrugs his shoulders and baits Eidolon by gesturing up the ramp. This gets Eidolon's attention, and he has no choice but to pursue. Eidolon charges out of the ring and leaps through the ropes, surprising Misery with a flying senton. NINE! Eidolon crashes into Price and both men go stumbling into the barricade. The move gets a huge reaction from the crowd, and as Eidolon hits the ground, the referee is forced to start a fresh count. The fans show their appreciation by giving a HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!)

HS: "Oh my God! Did you see that? Eidolon just sacrificed life and limb and both men went crashing hard! This kid is crazy!"

FJ: "Stupid if you ask me, he may have just taken himself out of the match."

HS: "Both men are down outside of the ring!"

(ONE! TWO! THREE! Both men finally begin to stir, to the delight of the fans nearby. A few daring fans reach over the barricades to smack the men on the back to get their attention, which of course, they ignore. FIVE! Both men are to their feet now, and upon seeing each other, their eyes grow wide and they simultaneously exchange right hands. The continue to trade punches, back and forth now, Price to Eidolon, Eidolon to Price, and so forth, no man seeming to gain an advantage. It's not till they both hear the referee yell out NINE!, along with the thunder of the fans counting along, that they pause. They both look out of the corner of their eye towards the ring, and gesture, knowing what's best. They both slide head first to the ring, practically racing, to see who can get the first strike in. But as both men hit their feet, almost at the exact same time, they are stopped dead in their tracks by Enigma's 'Sadness'.)

HS: "What the hell is going on?"

FJ: "That's FORMER No Limits Champion Quade deSade's music!"

(Price and Eidolon stare on, confused, as Quade's video package glows over the AWATron and the enigmatic deSade emerges from the back. The two competitors look at one another, as if questioning whether they know what is going on, but neither relents. Quade purposefully makes his way to ringside and towards the announce table. He looks up at the two and says, somewhat inaudibly being that he lacks a microphone, 'Please, by all means, do continue.' Oddly enough, as if waiting for his permission, the duo inside the ring do just that, probably because they don't sense any immediate danger. The camera follows Quade over to the announce table where he puts on some headphones and takes a seat next to Frank Jackson.)

HS: "Well, it seems that deSade has taken it upon himself to join us here at ringside. What brings you out here, Quade?"

FJ: "Quade? You don't address Quade deSade by his first name. Its Mr. deSade to you, Herb."

QUADE: "And you should not speak unwarranted for others, my dear Frank Jackson. But what brings me out here, you so humbly asked? I shall tell you, invariably, that young idiotic upstart in the ring there, challenging for the cruiserweight title, has caught my ire as of late."

FJ: "Huh?"

HS: "He said he's out here tonight because of Eidolon, Frank. He is probably scouting him."

QUADE: "More or less, Mr. Summers. I intend to be sure that Eidolon understands his place in the American Wrestling Alliance. He seems to be unfamiliar to the hierarchy of order around here and I verily intend to educate him on it."

FJ: "Is he speaking English?"

HS: "Yes, Frank. Quade said that he's going to teach Eidolon some respect. I only hope that he respects the Cruiserweight Title enough to wait for this match to end."

QUADE: "The No Limits Championship is the only accolade in the AWA worth mentioning, Mr. Summers."

(Back inside the ring, Misery and Eidolon have locked up. Eidolon uses his small height and weight advantage, and soon has Misery pushed far back. But the Cruiserweight Champion has been in this situation before, and knows immediately what to. He falls backward and rolls through, pulling Eidolon with him by the leg into an interesting rolling leg bar counter.)

HS: "What a counter from Misery!"

QUADE: "I found it quite less than impressive."

FJ: "Geesh, tough crowd."

QUADE: "Were it myself, I would try to snap his leg in half like a twig just to hear the pleasant sound of bones shattering."

HS: "And then what? Light him on fire?"

QUADE: "I like your attitude, Summers."

(From the leg bar, Misery goes to work, immediately pulling himself to his feet while still gripping Eidolon's leg. The crowd roars in intense anticipation as Misery tries to turn Eidolon over, clearly trying for his patented submission.)

HS: "Price is going for The Pointless Struggle! If he can lock it in, you can call this match over and done!"

FJ: "Eidolon doesn't stand a chance!"

(Eidolon fights as best he can, kicking and tugging ferociously. He sprawls backward on his hands, trying to free himself from Misery's tight grip. He is able to reach the rope, however, much to the chagrin of Jayson Price.)

HS: "I can't believe it! Eidolon reached the ropes. This kid is definitely resilient!"

FJ: "OK, Herb, kiss his ass some more. Why don't you say such nice things about President Low, after all he signs your checks. Isn't that right, Quade?"

QUADE: "I do not speak to complete idiots."

FJ: "But you just spoke to me?"

QUADE: "..."

(Much of the crowd is sighing in relief as the referee pulls Price away from Eidolon. Jayson glares at the referee through his mask, but reluctantly releases Eidolon. Once he does release the rookie, he immediately grabs him by the leg and yanks him from the ropes, into the air and then down onto the mat with a THUD! Misery methodically continues his assault, rolling Eidolon over and quickly locking in a full Nelson.)

HS: "The Cruiserweight Champion is clearly trying to work over the young Eidolon's back. That's been his focal point for most of his offense during this match. One thing about Misery is that he hardly wastes any energy. He'll pick you apart right from the start of the match."

FJ: "There's a lot of gears turning behind that black mask."

QUADE: "My only regret to this point is that I am not the one in the ring inflicting the pain."

FJ: "You're a weird dude, deSade."

(Eidolon is struggling to free himself from Price's tight grip. The larger and somewhat stronger Eidolon eventually begins to break the hold before he can pass out. Misery, though, will have none of it, and simply pulls Eidolon off the mat to a vertical base. Eidolon begins stomping the mat, rallying the fans behind him. The fans clap along to Eidolon's stomping before they begin to get faster and faster, pumping the Bangor native up. The experienced Price, however, kills all hope of a quick rally by falling Eidolon with an overhead suplex from the full Nelson position. Price rolls right along with his momentum and ends up in a bridge pin.)

HS: "What a move by Jayson Price! A three count, this could be the match!"

FJ: "ONE! TWO! THR-OH, Eidolon kicks out at the last moment. I thought Price had him there."

HS: "This has turned into one helluva contest."

QUADE: "Not enough blood for my liking."

(Price shows little emotion after his failed pin attempt, and hooks Eidolon's leg again with a simple pin. ONE!... TWO!... KICKOUT. Satisfied, Jayson Price climbs to his feet and pulls Eidolon off the mat in a seated position. Misery then kicks Eidolon square in the small of the back that lets out a resounding SMACK! Price then hits the nearest rope and, on the rebound, unloads with another stiff kick. SMACK! Eidolon rolls to his side clutching his back. Jayson waits till Eidolon is halfway to his feet and instantly moves in for the kill. He whips Eidolon into the ropes once more and waits for him to return. Eidolon meets Price center ring, who scoops him up for a one armed back-breaker. Amazingly, however, at the apex of the move, Eidolon manages to roll around behind Price. He grabs a hold of Price as tightly as he can, and is practically hanging in the air.)

HS: "What? Reversal by Eidolon! What is that? It's some sort of abdominal stretch!"

FJ: "What just happened?"

(Eventually, Eidolon sets his feet down, and shocks everyone by executing a wicked looking suplex. He keeps the move applied, allowing him to roll Price up for a pin.)

HS: "A QUICK PIN! THIS COULD BE IT!"

FJ: "I can't believe this!"

(The fans roar along as the referee counts ONE!... TWO!... THR- Price kicks out at the last moment from the pin that came out of the blue. Eidolon looks wide eyed at the referee, thinking that he made a three count, but isn't shaken. If anything, the surprising pin has boosted his confidence, because he rolls to his feet with exuberance. Eidolon has suddenly caught his second win. Meanwhile, Misery rolls to his feet in utter disgust, only to meet a dropkick from Eidolon. The dropkick staggers Misery backward against the ropes. Eidolon, now pumped up, recoils off the ropes and charges right at a seemingly helpless Jayson Price. An instant later, Eidolon is clutching at his back once again, in intense pain, outside the ring.)

HS: "Eidolon made a rookie mistake there! Misery just pulled the ropes down and over Eidolon went."

FJ: "Did you see how hard he landed on the side of the ring? His back caught that edge on the way down. The kid is in intense pain now. Price just has to lock this one up, eh Quade?"

HS: "Quade? Where is he going?"

(Inside the ring, Jayson Price is ready to crawl through the ropes to the outside, but the referee stops him. Price looks curiously and angrily at the referee, who is merely trying to protect Eidolon. Jayson Price looks over towards Eidolon once more and then glances at his right for a moment. He then turns around and gets right into the referee's face, blatantly arguing with him. )

HS: "What is Price doing? Where the hell is Quade deSade going?"

FJ: "I guess Quade got tired of just sitting by."

(DeSade, meanwhile, goes over to Eidolon and pulls him towards the ring apron. Price continues to distract the referee, clearly upset about something. Quade takes his time, and, after nailing him in the back with a few stomps, goes to pull something out from beneath the ring. Eidolon slowly begins to clamber to his feet, unawares as to what is going on.)

HS: "The referee is being distracted by Jayson Price!"

FJ: "I don't think either of them knows what is going on!"

HS: "I wouldn't be too sure o... wait a minute, what the hell does Quade have?"

FJ: "That's some sort of canvas bag? What is he going to do with that?"

(Quade wastes little time answering their question as the fans are booing loudly. The referee begins to walk away from Misery to go check on Eidolon, but Price grabs him by the arm. This raises the ire of the referee, who threatens to disqualify Price. Price doesn't seem to mind this, though, knowing that if the referee did such, he'd still be champion. Jayson also knows the limits to which he can abuse a referee, and knows very well that no referee would want to deal with Low after declaring a pay-per-view title match a disqualification. So Price gets in his face again, never once turning around to see the action behind him.)

HS: "OH my God! Quade deSade just placed that bag over Eidolon's head! What is he trying to do, suffocate him?"

FJ: "Remind me never to piss deSade off."

(Quade pulls tightly on the drawstrings of the bag as Eidolon struggles to free himself. Quade then takes the opportunity to kick a blinded Eidolon square in the groin area. Eidolon falls to the tarmac outside, and deSade begins stomping into him. He kicks Eidolon under the ring apron and nonchalantly walks away. Ironically, Price has released the referee, given up arguing his case. The referee now realizes that Eidolon is outside of the ring and begins a ten count. ONE!...TWO!... the fans are booing insanely loud. FOUR!... FIVE!)

FJ: "Neither Jayson Price or the referee have any idea where Eidolon is!"

HS: "Quade deSade just brutalized the youngster. The referee doesn't know that Eidolon is under the ring, perhaps with no air."

(SEVEN! The fans cheer when a head wrapped in a duffle bag emerges from beneath the ring. Meanwhile, Quade has taken a set next to Frank again. EIGHT!)

QUADE: "Shhhh."

HS: "This is insane. DeSade may have cost Eidolon this match up!"

(Eidolon crawls to his feet and struggles to get the bag off as the referee and Price look on in confusion. NINE! Eidolon finally is able to rip the bag off, but he doesn't immediately realize where he is. He darts for the ring... TEN! And isn't able to climb onto the apron in time. The referee has no choice but to call for the bell. Eidolon is in complete disbelief, and really has no idea what happened. He doesn't even realize it was Quade deSade who attacked him.)

FJ: "Jayson Price retains the Cruiserweight Title! I told you he's smart."

HS: "He won because of a blatant attack by Quade deSade. Why would you do such a thing, Quade?"

(DeSade doesn't answer, but merely heads back around the ring and up the ramp, very methodically. The referee hands Price his title, who still looks confused. He takes the title, looks at it, and then shrugs his shoulders. He raises the title high into the air as 'Where Do You Draw The Line' blares out, seemingly drowning out the thunder of boos from the crowd. The camera focuses on the utter look of confusion on Eidolon before fading back to Quade on the top of the ramp, the cold and all too familiar crocodile grin of his showing.)

HS: "While we get this stuff ready for our next, match, we are going to be treated with another Hell Bowl video."

FJ: "Herb, I love these things."

(NHL floats to the top and is boiling mad. He starts to splash Jeff, but Jeff just side steps most of the splashes. Christianson starts to openly laugh right into NHL's face as NHL in the water. NHL's facial expression changes from pissed off to a huge smile as he flips off Christianson. Jeff stops smiling, curious as to why he's smiling, but then he sees NHL grab the chain and before he can grab it to get equal force on it, NHL has already pulled Jeff forwards and the Dark Warrior takes a head first dive into the huge tank of water.)

FJ: "Now who's laughing?"

HS: "Two men in a tank of water that absolutely hate each other. This won't be good."

(Henry and Jeff are now in a tank of water, which is definitely a bad combination. Jeff starts to swim towards NHL, but Henry tries to splash Jeff's advances away. As the Dark Warrior gets closer, Henry turns around and swims towards the edge of the tank. Jeff is able to get close to NHL, but NHL just kicks Jeff in the face to delay his advances. As NHL is swimming, he gets yanked backwards and then Jeff lunges towards him and grabs him from behind. Jeff starts to dunk NHL under the water by his throat.)

CHRISTIANSON: "TAP!"

FJ: "Is Dark Warrior trying to make NHL tap out before he drowns?"

HS: "That's such a brilliant strategy, let's just hope that Henry doesn't drown."

FJ: "I don't even think Henry can even hear him."

HS: "If that's the case, that could work against Christianson."

(NHL struggles to get some air, and when he does, he's only able to get only a gasp before he's shoved under water. Jeff let's go of NHL and slowly floats away. Jeff is in intense pain and both his arms are not visible above the surface of the water. A camera cuts to the side of the clear tank of water and Jeff appears to be holding his groin.)

FJ: "I guess that's a good way to get someone to stop drowning you."

(NHL gasps for air as he swims towards the edge of the tank. He lifts himself out and sits on the stage looking at Christianson still in the water. NHL pulls on his chain as he's catching his breath and pulls Dark Warrior towards him. NHL gets up and walks backwards while holding the chain, pulling Jeff out of the tank. Once out of the tank, Jeff lies on his stomach, propping himself up by his elbows. NHL brushes some excess water from his black wrestling pants and runs up to Jeff and kicks him in the ribs. Jeff bounces back about a foot, holding his ribs. NHL wraps the chain around Jeff's ankles and bends his legs back. NHL then wraps some of the excess chain around Jeff's right arm and NHL locks in the Penalty.)

HS: "NHL has the Penalty locked in!"

FJ: "What a neat variation! It's like he jus hog tied Christianson and just applied the necessary pressure."

(As NHL applies more pressure, Jeff screams as he tries to wave his arms to get free from the hold. His right arm is twisted around his back and behind NHL's head, so it's virtually useless. The left arm is his only shot, as he swings it about like a madman. NHL keeps the pressure locked in, waiting for Jeff to tap out so he can retain his titles. Jeff starts to scream as he starts to shake his left hand. He almost taps, but he stops himself and he clenches that left hand into a fist. He slams it down on the stage and then he swings it right around his head and connects between the eyes of NHL. NHL releases enough pressure so that Jeff can writhe out of the position he's in and he punches NHL in the face again. Henry releases all pressure and Jeff mule kicks NHL back a few feet. As Jeff unwraps his legs from the chains, we click over to the ring as we see Brian Stevens and C-Rock in a collar and elbow.)

HS: "Great competition there between Jeff Christianson and Nathaniel Henry Lee."

FJ: "I wonder if we'll see a wrestling clinic tonight?"

HS: "I guess you'll have to wait and find out.

(This scene changes to show the Damage, Inc. locker room again. We see Brian Stevens getting pumped up for his AWA Championship title defense tonight. The AWA Championship is right behind him, sitting on a shelf. There is a knock on the door. Brian gets up and opens it. It's Larry Porter.)

LP: "Hey Brian. I have an interview scheduled. Can I come in?"

STEVENS: "Sure, come on in."

(Larry enters the locker room and centers himself in front of the camera.)

STEVENS: "So, what are we going to talk about Larry?"

LP: "I'm sorry Brian, I'm going to be interviewing Henry."

STEVENS: "Henry isn't here."

LP: "I was told he was going to be here."

STEVENS: "So, you're not going to interview me then?"

LP: "Well...I, uh."

STEVENS: "You have no questions for the Champ?"

(Larry shakes his head no.)

STEVENS: "Then get the fuck out of here you piece of shit!"

(Larry gets shoved out of the Damage, Inc. locker room. Brian turns and yells into the bathroom.)

STEVENS: "It's safe to come out now."

(Out from the back comes Sarah Hawthorne. Following her is her husband, Nathaniel Henry Lee.)

STEVENS: "We sure fooled them."

HS: "IT'S NHL!!"

FJ: "He fooled you Summers."

NHL: "Yeah, we did. That bathroom is so bloody fantastic! Sorry Sarah, I had to be alone in the bathroom and get myself mentally prepared for tonight. I've been here since three in the afternoon. Damage, Inc. will retain the AWA World Heavyweight Championship, whether it's you, Brian, or me leaving that Chamber with the strap."

STEVENS: "Damage, Inc. so rules."

(The two share an awkward handshake. The camera zooms in on that handshake and it fades.)

HS: "Hey Frank, guess what?"

FJ: "What?"

HS: "No Frank, you have to guess."

FJ: "Oh, ok. Uh somebody just arrived at the arena?"

HS: "No, we have one of our most anticipated matches coming up next."

FJ: "Really? Which one?"

HS: "It's the EMTs vs. the Paramedics!"

FJ: "YIPPEE!"

HS: "It's been a hard road for the Paramedics. They've triumphed and they've lost."

FJ: "Lost more than they've triumphed."

HS: "BUT, the Paramedics would have been the AWA Tag Team Champions if it wasn't for the interference by Low and Lars."

FJ: "Look, Low and Lars were getting sick and tired of listening to the Medics whine and complain. Low more so than Lars because Low feels that it was Lightning that was the direct cause of the death of Ramona."

HS: "There is no proof as to that Frank."

FJ: "But she was spending a lot of time with Lightning, so it could have happened."

HS: "Still, it was the 'Excellent Master Tacticians' that attacked the Paramedics, not Low attacking Lightning."

FJ: "Wherever Lightning goes, so goes Striker. I guess the EMTs decided that the only way to get rid of one of the Paramedics is to get rid of them both together. So what if they interfered in the Tag Team Title match and were the reasons why the Medics aren't the Tag Team Champions. Who cares. The EMTs wanted this match at Hell on Earth and they forced the Paramedics into this match. It's cut and dry. The Medics and the EMTs are going to brawl here tonight and I'm going to enjoy EVERY SINGLE SECOND OF IT!"

HS: "Frank, we all know that you need extreme amounts of help."

FJ: "Bah!"

(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 Richard O. Dickinson III. step out onto the stage to a massive chorus of boos. Low looks into the crowd and smiles as he relishes in the hatred, while Richard argues with the fans. 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: "Low seems his normal self tonight."

FJ: "Would you expect any different from the greatest?"

HS: "Kiss ass."

FJ: "Maybe, but my kind of attitude lands me larger Christmas bonuses than you."

HS: "WHAT??!!"

FJ: "Are you surprised?"

(As the chorus hits, Low reaches the ring and steps onto the apron. He 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. Depeche Mode is replaced by the Dropkick Murphys as "Blood & Whiskey" starts to play. Out comes Lars Fredrickson with the LWA Universal Heavyweight Championship around his waist. He stops at the top of the ramp and points to the lavishly decorated and expensive title around his waist. Lars, being the hometown kid, is being cheered by some fans. "The Man That May Just End Your Career" starts towards ringside with his Lars Wrestling Alliance Universal Heavyweight Championship still strapped snugly around his waist.)

FJ: "There's the Larster!"

HS: "Oh, please."

FJ: "It wasn't that long ago that 'Lower Eastside' Fredrickson named himself the LWS Universal Champion. That was great news. He defeated a mystery opponent in a two out of three falls match on an episode of Xplosion. His opponent? Curiously Bruce. Lars, being the manly man that he is, took care of poor Bruce and handily defeated him. Lars is definitely 'The Self-Proclaimed Greatest Wrestler In AWA History'."

HS: "Of course, the EMTs are a great tag team with Low probably being THE greatest wrestler in AWA history, no self-proclaimed there."

FJ: "Ouch...no bonus this year either for you..."

HS: "OH SHUT UP ABOUT THE BONUSES!!"

(Lars slides into the ring and he takes off his LWA Universal Championship and he raises the expensive belt into the air. He hops on every corner turnbuckle and shows off the title to everyone in attendance that can see him. Lars hops down and hands his belt to the referee and him and Low discuss some stuff as they await the arrival of the Paramedics. Suddenly, "Another One Bites the Dust" by Queen hits and the Paramedics come out amid an array of flashing green lights, matching their wrestling tights. They stand by the entrance way, surveying the crowd for a few seconds before Striker raises his left first to the air...a fist clutching a surgical knife. The two then begin their slow walk to the ring, ignoring the crowd trying to get their attention.)

HS: "And here are the Paramedics, who have been on one hell of a ride after their return in the AWA."

FJ: "Too bad Ray Owens can't be here. I guess it sucks to be suspended."

HS: "Anyway, these two have been under some great strife the past few weeks. They've been screwed out of shots, they've been toyed with by Low and Lars. They have their chances tonight to make up for it all, especially Jonathan Lightning. Low has been riding Lightning ever since the one year anniversary of the death of Ramona A. Stone. Was Lightning really truly responsible for her death?"

FJ: "The world may never know."

HS: "Oh cut that out."

(When they get halfway to the ring, the charge it and slide in. Low and Lars slide out as the Medics reach over the top rope, begging for the EMTs to get into the ring. Low starts to point and bitch to the referee about the behavior of the Medics. The Paramedics stand in the corners, perched on the middle turnbuckles playing to the crowd and mocking the EMTs. The referee holds the Paramedics back and the EMTs try to get into the ring. Low is halfway under the bottom rope, but he rolls back to the outside. The Medics throw up their arms in a fuss and point to the EMTs in anger. The EMTs slowly slide under the bottom ropes and then they re-group in their corner. Low points to the Paramedics and yells to the referee to keep them in their corner.)

HS: "It seems as though the EMTs are scared of their opponents."

FJ: "Rubbish, Herb! They're getting inside the heads of the Paramedics, not the other way around. Low and Lars are playing the Paramedics, and they are falling for it hook, line, and sinker."

HS: "Whatever you say."

(Low turns around and sees that Lars is already in their corner, as if Low is going to start off the match. Low looks at Lars funny, but Lars shrugs his shoulders. Low turns around and sees that Steven Striker is going to lead it off for the Paramedics. The referee calls for the bell and Low and Striker circle each other. As they circle, the crowd's cheering increases and Low and Striker collide in the center of the ring in the collar and elbow tie up. As they're grappling, they start to move around the ring for the upper hand. Low starts to step backwards as Striker is pushing for the offensive, then Steven is being pushed backwards as Low counters the force that Striker is putting out on the grapple. Low knees Striker in the stomach and takes advantage of the temporarily weakened grapple and whips Striker into the ropes. Low latches a sleeper hold on Striker, but Striker won't have it and he starts to elbow Low in the stomach. Striker grabs Low's head and hits a neckbreaker. Striker gets up and lands a leg drop on Low. Striker rolls to his corner and tags in Lightning.)

HS: "And a tag is made, with Lightning entering the match."

FJ: "Good tagging by the Paramedics. Keeping themselves as fresh as possible is the key to victory."

(Lightning gladly steps into the ring and he starts to stomp on Low as he's trying to get to his feet. Lightning brings Low to his feet and hits a snap suplex. Low rolls onto his stomach and grabs his back with his left hand. Lightning grabs Low's left hand and puts on an armbar. Low is able to wiggle enough to the ropes and the referee calls for the break.)

HS: "It seems that our "tactician" is being worked over by the Medics."

FJ: "Please, he's only building them up so he can bring them down!"

(Lightning brings Low to his feet, but Low hits Lightning in the head with a closed-fisted punch, almost European, uppercut. The referee admonishes Low for the illegal move, so he starts assaulting Lightning with some open-fisted punches. Lightning starts to fight back against Low and the two trade blows. Low kicks Lightning in the gut and hits an implant DDT. Low then grabs Lightning's left leg, flips him over, and applies a single-leg Boston crab. Lightning starts to writhe in pain and he tries to get to the ropes near his corner, but Low sees this and pulls away. He drags Lightning to the EMT corner and Low tags in Lars. Fredrickson gets in and hits a knee drop on Lightning's head. Low releases the hold and enters his corner.)

FJ: "Now, THAT was an excellent tactic!"

HS: "If you say so."

(Lars brings Lightning up to his feet and the two tie up. Lars gets the upper hand and hits a snap suplex on Lightning. Lars rolls to his feet and bring Lightning with him. Lars whips Lightning into the ropes and tries for a clothesline, but Lightning slides under it, gets up, and nails a picture perfect drop kick. With Lars down, Lightning gets to his corner and tags in Striker. Striker gets to Lars and brings him to his feet. Striker hits Lars with a scoop slam and then jumps high into the air, landing a leg drop. Lars scrambles to get up, but Striker grabs Lars by the hair and knees him in the head. The referee admonishes Striker for grabbing the hair, but Striker doesn't care. He puts Lars' head between his legs and nails a powerbomb. Striker backs up towards the EMT corner, turns, and knocks Low off the apron. Low flies off the apron and crashes into the guard rail. Striker picks up Lars and whips him into the corner turnbuckle so hard, that the Larster bounces off and then falls back into the turnbuckles. Lightning climbs the ropes and brings Lars with him. Striker and Lightning set up Lars for some Bad Medicine.)

HS: "OH MY GOD! They connected with Bad Medicine!"

FJ: "NNOOOOOOO! Lars is dead!!!"

(Lightning rolls out of the ring and Striker covers Lars for a pin...ONE...)

HS: "...TWO...TH- OH GOD! Low was there!"

FJ: "Low broke up the count! Low broke up the count!"

HS: "If Low was any later they would have lost the match."

(Striker gets up, but Low rolls out of the ring. Striker leaves Low be and he gets back to the weaker Lars. Striker brings Lars to his unwilling feet. Striker whips Lars into the ropes and clotheslines him to the mat. Striker then starts to bite Lars' forehead. Low enters the ring and kicks Strikers' head like a soccer ball. The referee escorts Low to his corner and while this happens, Lightning drags Striker out of the ring and into his corner. He steps in and brings Lars to his feet. The referee turns around and looks at Lightning. Jonathan slaps his hands together and the referee shakes his head no. Lightning gets pissed off but the referee says he didn't see it. As Lightning is arguing with the referee, Lars fall so the mat and crawls to Low. Lightning is still arguing with the referee. Striker is up to his feet and is walking towards Lars. Low hops out from his corner and clotheslines Striker to the mat. Low hops back to his corner as Lightning hits his. The referee turns around and surprisingly sees both Lars and Striker down. Low extends his hand out to Lars and Lars tags it. The referee acknowledges the tag and Low gets into the ring. He starts to stomp on Striker and then picks up Striker. The two grapple, with Striker almost getting the upper hand. Low gets Striker grappled from behind and then hits a German suplex.)

FJ: "Now what do you think of the Excellent Master Tacticians?"

HS: "They've proven to be a pretty decent tag team."

FJ: "Decent? DECENT? Herbie, you have to live a little. That's what the EMTs are doing."

(Low crouches in his corner and he waits for Striker to get up. Striker is weak to get to his feet and then he turns around, looking for Low. Well, he finds Low as Low runs and spears him to the mat. Lars bends over to get a tag, but Low shakes his head. Low stalks Striker again. As he's waiting for Striker to get up, Low turns and runs at the Medics corner, knocking Lightning off. Lightning crashes into the time keeper's table and we head the bell *ding*. Low laughs and he turns and sees that Striker is up. Striker turns around and Low kicks Striker in the gut and delivers...)

FJ: "...a Low Stunner!!"

HS: "Can Low get the pin?"

(But Low doesn't go for the pin. Instead, he immediately tags in Lars and Lars bounces off the ropes and jumps into the air, delivering...)

FJ: "...the Lower Eastside Leg Drop!"

HS: "Will Lars go for the cover?"

(Indeed, Lars does. The referee counts...ONE...)

HS: "...TWO...T- Oh, but Lightning gets in there and breaks up the count."

FJ: "Wow. That was an excellent way to finish off an opponent. I wonder what if the EMTs will adopt this move and if they do, what will they call it?"

HS: "The Low Eastside Stunner?"

FJ: "That sucked. Never bring up new names like that ever again."

(Lars slams his fists into the mat as he looks at Lightning who is already in his corner. Lars picks up Striker and hits him with a Yakuza kick and then lands a chicken wing suplex. Lars then applies the Hollywood crab and we see Striker writhe in pain as he tries to reach the ropes. Lars is sitting tight on the back of Striker, but Striker is clawing his way towards that bottom rope he so desperately needs. Striker is within a hand's reach, but Lars pulls away from that bottom rope. Striker looks around, but doesn't see anything. He has his arm in the air, getting ready to tap out as a last resort. Lightning sees this and he crawls through the ropes and slides in front of Striker. He grabs his arm as Striker was about to tap, preventing the submission. Lightning, still holding on to Striker's hand, gets up and kicks Lars in the head. Lars falls forward, breaking the hold, and Lightning is escorted back to his corner by the referee.)

FJ: "That was a most interesting prevention of a submission."

HS: "Yes it was. Good teamwork by the Paramedics."

(Richard walks over to Low and taps his leg. Low looks down at Richard and nods his head. Richard slowly walks away and Low reaches his hand in for a tag. Lars looks up and tags in his partner and Low gets into the ring as Striker is about an arm's length from tagging in his partner. Low grabs Striker by the leg and pulls him away from Lightning, but Striker hops up and enziguri's Low to the mat. Striker lunges in and tags in Johnny Lightning. Lightning runs towards the EMT corner and knocks Lars off the apron. He then waits for Low to get up and he knocks him down to the mat with a right hand. Low gets up and is knocked down by another right hand. Lightning is on fire and is begging Low to get up and give him a challenge. Low gets up and Lightning clotheslines Low to the mat. Low crawls over to the ropes and "BIG ROD" hands Low something from his purse.)

FJ: "Herb, it's not a purse. It's a male bag!"

HS: "I'm telling you he took something from his purse."

FJ: "Herb, he probably gave Low some sort of vitamin or something...FROM HIS MALE BAG!"

HS: "I know what I saw."

(Whatever Richard gave Low is now hidden in Low's hand. Low fiddles with it and he gets up, ducks Lightning's punch, and lands one of his own. Lightning drops to the mat like a sack of bricks. Low runs over to Striker and pops him with a right hand and Striker falls off the apron and lies on the mat, struggling to get up. Low runs over and pins Lightning...)

FJ: "...ONE...TWO...THREE!!"

HS: "NO! NO! NO! Lightning got his foot on the bottom rope!"

FJ: "DAMMIT!"

(Low slides whatever it was to Richard and he puts it back into his male bag.)

HS: "I think those were brass knuckles!"

FJ: "Yeah, ok."

HS: "Low used a pair of brass knucks on the Paramedics and knocked them out cold, or almost out cold."

FJ: "You're imagining things, Herb."

HS: "I am not!"

(Low, frustrated that he didn't get the pin, tags in Lars. Lars hops into the ring and brings Lightning up to his feet. Lars whips Lightning into his corner and he mounts the turnbuckle. Lars starts to pound away on the face of Lightning. Lars hops down, but Striker gets on the apron and blind tags himself in. Striker gets in and grapples with Lars. Meanwhile, Lightning rolls out of the ring and onto the mat. Richard O. Dickinson III walks over to Lightning and starts to stomp away on him. BIG ROD stops and we see Lightning get to his feet. He grabs Richard and throws him towards the ring. Richard drops his male bag and out slides the brass knuckles.)

HS: "AHA! I told you they were brass knuckles."

FJ: "They aren't brass knuckles. They're GOLD knuckles!"

HS: "Gold?"

FJ: "Sure. Low has all that money. I'm sure he got a pair of gold knuckles instead of brass ones. They look better than brass."

HS: "True, but are they as effective. Gold is softer than brass. That would explain why the Medics recouped as quickly as they did."

FJ: "Lies."

(Johnny hits Richard and he slides to the mat. Meanwhile, originally Lars and Striker were tied up. Lars whips Striker into the ropes, and Lars drops to the mat, hoping to trip Striker. Striker hops over Lars' body and Lars gets up, clotheslines Striker, but Striker ducks, bounces off the ropes and bounces off, lunging himself into the air. He connects with Lars with a forearm smash. Lars falls to the mat. He gets up to his feet and he whips Striker into the EMT corner. Just as Low is about to attack Striker, Low falls off the apron, smashes is face off the apron and falls to the floor. Lightning is not too happy with the cheating ways of the AWA President and Owner.)

HS: "That's what happens when you cheat."

FJ: "Shut up!"

(Lars sees Low get knocked down, but he concentrates on the match and whips Striker into the opposite corner with such force that Striker gets bounced to the mat. Meanwhile, Lightning brings Low up to his feet and punches him in the face and he then whips Low into the barricade. Low connects with the barricade and rests one arm over. The fans of the Staples Center are cheering as they pat Low on the back and his orange head. Low gets up and sees Lightning approaching, pissed off. Low starts to walk backwards to the side of the ramp. Lightning approaches still. Low ducks into a dark area and Lightning enters it only to be met with a chair shot to the head. Down goes Lightning and Low is smiling. The camera looks down and we see a small laceration on the forehead of Lightning.)

FJ: "Yes! Blood!"

HS: "Low has busted the forehead of Jonathan Lightning wide open with that vicious chair shot."

FJ: "That's what you get for cheating and sneaking up on Low."

(Back in the ring, we see that Striker is starting to get the best of Lars. Here, he has the Larster in a half Boston crab. Lars is fighting to get out of it, but it's just going nowhere. Finally, after some struggling, we see that Lars has made it to the ropes. The cameras switch to see that Low and Johnny are in a well lit hallway and they are exchanging some hard punches. The AWA agents are there trying to break it up, but Low hits Lightning in the throat and kicks him in the balls. He stops, turns to them and says...)

LOW: "If anyone as much as tries to break this up, you will be fired on the spot and you will be WALKING HOME! Do I make myself perfectly clear?"

(The agents all nod their heads as they leave the two alone. Lightning grabs some box top and smashes it over Low's head. Low hits the ground and Lightning finds some pipe. He starts to wildly swing it at Low. He hits Low a few times in the arms, but Low rolls out of the way for the rest of them. He grabs some cardboard box and uses it as a sad little shield. Low charges at Lightning and slams him into a wall. Lightning grabs Low by the head and smashes it into the wall. Low falls to the ground and grabs his head. Lightning looks around and he finds a forklift. He hops in it and gases it towards Low. Low rolls out of the way at the last second and pulls Lightning out from the control seat. He punches Jon in the face a few times and whips him into some concrete pillars. Low walks down a hallway and we see Lightning crawling after him.)

FJ: "Damn, those two mean business."

HS: "If I didn't know any better, I would say that they were trying to kill each other."

FJ: "No, it's not personal. This is just business."

HS: "It didn't seem like business when Low accused Lightning for being the cause of Ramona's death."

FJ: "Well, er, you see...uh, you got me on that one."

(Back to the legal action in the ring, we se that Lars now has the upper hand on Striker. He has Striker set up for something vicious and he hits a cradle brainbuster suplex. Striker is on the mat and Lars goes for a cover...ONE...)

FJ: "...TWO.- Striker kicks out."

HS: "This tag team match has turned into one singles match and one hardcore brawl to the death."

(We head to the back and we see that Low has a cable wrapped around Lightning's head. Lightning's face is turning red from the force of the choke. Low squeezes harder as he tries to choke out Lightning. Lightning is searching for something and he grabs a hold of something. He swings back and shatters a porcelain plate over Low's head. Low releases and falls to the ground, holding his head. Lightning unravels the cord from his neck and takes deep, gasping breaths. We turn to Low who is now trying to get to his feet. Lightning finds a trash can and grabs its lid. He turns and smashes Low over the head with it. Lightning wipes the blood from his eyes from the cut he sustained form that hard chair shot. He goes to pick up Low and sees that Low himself is now bleeding from above the right eyebrow-line. As blood trickles out, Lightning drags Low down the hallway, hitting his bloodied head off the wall every now and then.)

FJ: "Ouch. It seems like these two want each other's blood."

HS: "They just got it."

FJ: "But will it stop there. Low better be careful he doesn't catch AIDS from Lightning's blood. Lord knows what kind of stuff Lightning has after years of drug abuse."

HS: "Frank, cut that out!"

(Meanwhile, Lars and Striker are at odds. They are tied up and Lars whips Striker into the corner. Lars charges for a clothesline, but Striker ducks, and Lars gets a face full of turnbuckle. Striker rolls up Lars for a pin...)

FJ: "...ONE...TWO.- Lars kicks out."

HS: "Close one there by the Medics. Steven almost won it there for their team."

(Back to Low and Lightning. They are in the dining area. We see some notable AWA wrestlers sitting down for a bite to eat. Low shoves Lightning into a wall and he slides to the floor. Low flips over a table where the Canucks were eating their dinner on.)

LOW: "Get out of here now! If no one leaves, you will be fired on the spot!"

(The room clears out as X-Treme Jeff tries to pick up what's left of his turkey leg and pasta. Low kicks the plate out of his hand and Jeff walks away upset. Lightning tackles Low to the ground and punches him in the face. He takes that table and tosses it on Low and then he starts to walk on it. Jonathan finds a bottle and breaks it. He ducks down to Low and tries to stab Low with the broken bottle. Low gets his arms free and stops the bottle. Lightning pushes and the broken glass starts to cut Low right in front of his hair line, a cut about two inches long on the left side of his head. As he starts to bleed, Low gets a free hand and punches Lightning in the throat. Lightning drops the bottle and clutches his throat. Low pulls himself out from under the table and he puts his hand to his forehead as he tries to stop the ensuing blood from dripping down his face. The whole left side of Low's head is all red from blood from that cut. Low bends down and picks up Lightning. He slams him up against a wall.)

LOW: "You killed Ramona!"

LIGHTNING: [gasping for breath as Low chokes him] "No...I did...n't!"

LOW: "LIAR!"

(Low keeps the choke and soon we see Jonathan Lightning's body start to go limp as he slides down the wall. Low releases and Lightning we see Johnny hit the ground, breathing hard and coughing. Low grabs Lightning by the leg and drags him out into the hallway. We see Low sit him in a chair. Lightning doesn't seem to know what's going on. Low grabs something; it looks like a metal basket. He cracks it over Lightning's head. Low hops in a nearby forklift and he starts it. He drives it forwards with the spikes down. He hits the drywall behind Lightning and the forklift prongs poke through it. Lightning hops out of the chair and stands up. The forklift pretty much pins him to the wall and the prongs won't let him escape.)

LOW: "Have fun."

(Lightning grits his teeth as blood still pours from his forehead. The center of his face is all red and he spits blood at Low, but misses.)

LOW: "Nice try."

(We go back to the action in the ring. Striker whips a tired Lars into the corner and hops the turnbuckles. Striker starts to punch Lars in the head, but Lars powerbombs Striker off the second turnbuckle. Lars rolls Striker up and the referee goes down to count...)

FJ: "Lars covers...ONE...TWO...THREE!!!"

HS: "LARS HAD HIS FEET ON THE ROPES! LARS CHEATED!!"

FJ: "Too bad for the Paramedics, but it seems that the EMTs are the better choice."

HS: "What a great and hard fought match by all four men."

FJ: "And Low and Lightning almost killed each other."

HS: "I think you're right."

FJ "Frank, another Hell Bowl video is coming up!"

HS: "Then after that, our main event is planned."

(Low grabs Williams by the neck and starts ramming him head first into the steel chains. Williams, though, is able to push Low off. He backs him up against the ropes with a well-placed right fist and then whips him into the chains, the a second time and then a third time. He goes for a fourth time, but Low reverses and sends Williams into the chains. Now Low backs Williams up against the ropes, using two more chops. He uses all his remaining strength to whip Williams into the chains once more.)

FJ: "HOLY FUCKING COW!"

HS: "Indeed!!!"

(The force of the 350-pound Williams hitting the well-used chains caused several links to break! Williams practically breaks through the chain wall and falls into the first row of fans! The RCA Dome erupts in another 'Holy shit!' chant.)

FJ: "Holy shit indeed!"

HS: "Apparently the chain links were already weakened by being used so frequently. Brian Williams is lying in the first row of the fans!"

FJ: "And look at the remains of the chain wall hanging down and swinging like a carpet!"

(Low looks stunned himself, but he doesn't waste any time as Williams slowly tries to regain his footing. Low unwraps the tape of his left wrist and wraps it around his right first, but the other way around. He then walks over to the shattered glass chamber and sticks his hand into the glass splinters.)

HS: "Low just got himself a pretty good and LEGAL weapon there!"

FJ: "Smart move by a smart man as the glass sticks to the unwrapped tape."

(As Williams slowly gets back into the Chamber Low already awaits him. He pulls Williams back in by his hair and then nails him with a glass-covered fist right across the already-bloodied forehead.)

FJ: "Well, he can only reopen dried up wounds there."

(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!"

HS: "And that's last year's Hell Bowl, where Low walked out the 6-time AWA World Heavyweight Champion. Tonight, someone gets to do the same, and walk out of this mach with the AWA World Title around their waist and their head held high."

FJ: "And in order to find out, we have to tune in to the match. WHICH IS NEXT!!!"

HS: "Ladies and gentlemen, throughout the night you have scenes of previous matches involving all of the six participants of the Hell Bowl Chamber 2006. Everybody's got an issue with everybody in this match. Furthermore, you have seen scenes from the previous two Hell Bowls and the violence, the carnage, the destruction that this type of match brings. If you add the issue to the carnage you have a recipe for true disaster."

FJ: "And Herb, I'd be lying if I said I didn't like it. Hell Bowl has quickly become one of the highlights of the AWA calendar, and I wouldn't be surprised if this one takes Match of the Year honors again, just like the previous two."

HS: "Brian Williams put forward a dominating performance in 2004, outlasting Jeff Christianson, Dave Santini, Low, Jaeger Khrushchev and The Fish, retaining the World title. In 2005, Low defeated Brian and John Williams, Bryan Peek, Snake and Jeff Christianson to win his 6th World title. Both men mention these matches among their career highlights, and the fact is, both performances were legendary. Tonight, whoever wins this match will find his rightful place in AWA history."

FJ: "Herb, let's get to the ring."

(During the time Herb and Frank were talking, the huge ominous structure known as the Hell Bowl Chamber has been lowered from the ceiling and has now turned the ring into a murderous structure.)

HS: "Real quick, here are the rules. Two participants start this match off, the other four men are entered into glass cells inside the Chamber. Let me emphasize that this is REAL glass, not some plexiglass. Eliminations can occur by pinfall or submission at any point during the match. After three minutes, one of the glass cells will open and another man enters the structure. When five men have been eliminated, the last man standing wins and is crowned the AWA World Heavyweight Champion."

FJ: "And the last two men entering the arena right now will actually start the match, as the first four men introduced now will enter into the glass cells."

HS: "Let's find out who doesn't start the match."

(The house lights dim as white lights strobe as the beginning of "Am I Evil?" by Diamond Head blares throughout the arena. After a few second, red begins to strobe as Nathaniel Henry Lee walks out from the back curtain to a chorus of boos. As he comes out through the curtain, he spits out water from his mouth and he stands under the red strobe, leaving a hideously evil look about his face. A few seconds later, he starts towards the Chamber, with Sarah Hawthorne slowly following behind her now deranged husband, Henry. As NHL slowly makes his way to the ring, he ignores the jeers and boos from the crowd as he gets near to the ring. He ascends the steps and heads into the Chamber through the top and middle ropes. Sarah kisses Henry on the cheek and then makes her way back up the ramp.)

HS: "NHL debuted in late-2004. He is a former United States Champion and alongside Brian Stevens held the AWA Tag Team title. Furthermore, his No Limits title rign is among the longest in AWA history."

FJ: "And I guess, sadly Nathan has stayed home, while Henry has found his way to the Staples Center."

(Henry exits the ring and enters his glass cell. The arena darkens slowly. An air siren begans to sound, with green spotlights shooting in all directions as an infamous slogan is revealed on the big screen:

COME N' PLACE YA BETS!!

"Welcome to the Jungle" by Guns 'N Roses suddenly thunders from the P.A system. The Gambit steps out from behind the curtain, a traditional cigarette in his mouth as he stalks his way down to the ring, and he cracks a cheeky grin at the reaction from the crowd. He briefly paces back and forth in front of the Chamber's huge entrance door before rolling in and standing on the turnbuckle, surveying the fans with a Cheshire Cat grin. He hops off and stops for a minute receiving the reaction of all the fans. He then walks slowly over to the top rope before perching himself on the top rope raising his right arm in the air as the crowd screams.)

HS: "Andreas Lasiewicz debuted around the same time of his mortal enemy NHL and holds the distinction of being the first-ever No Limits Champion. 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 Champion."

HS: "Whatever. Anyway, folks, we do know that neither of these two men will start this match off. I wonder who the final two entrants will be that start this match."

(Lasiewicz walks over to his cell, but not without threatening NHL in passing. "Hold Ya Head" by The Notorious B.I.G. and Bob Marley blares over the PA and we fade backstage. We see Jeff Christianson leave his locker room. We now fade into clips of his career before he finally reaches the stage. As soon as he appears, the chorus of boos begins to get louder. He looks into the crowd and smiles arrogantly as he puts his hand over his eyes, as if he's searching for someone. He walks down the middle of the ramp. Once he spots the Chamber, his focus is solely on it. We see the lights flash back and forth on his white and black jumpsuit, turning the white into whichever color of light hits it. Dark Warrior briefly stops before entering the Chamber, looking at it from top to bottom.)

HS: "Jeff Christianson is among the AWA's most decorated superstars and a future Hall Of Famer. One of the few Grand Slam Champions, he is a three-time AWA World Champion, a record-tying three-time United State Champion, a three-time Tag Team Champion with C-Rock, as well as a former Hardcore, TV, Cruiserweight and No Limits titlist. In 2004 he became the King Of The Kage, and he is also a veteran of the Chamber, being one of only two men to enter it three straight years in a row."

(Christianson enters the Chamber and doesn't waste any time entering his cell. The lights slowly dim in the arena and "Jet Black New Year" by Thursday hits over the PA System. White strobes start dancing, coordinated to the intro. As the secondary intro hits, red flashing lights accompany the white strobes, still mingling frantically with the song's beat as the AWA World Heavyweight Champion, "The Sensational" Brian Stevens, emerges from the back.)

HS: "Oh god, this means the Williamses start this match! They will tear the Chamber apart!"

FJ: "Williams versus Williams, one on one, for the first time ever, right here, TONIGHT!"

(Stevens stands atop the entrance ramp, shooting the crowd his trademark smirk as cockily as ever. A wind machine starts blowing and a smoke machine accompanies, adding a feeling of certain chaos. The uniquely colored but expertly styled crimson streaked jet black hair of Stevens moves wildly with the wind but never seems out of place as it falls around his eyes. Finally, Stevens unzips his black and white track jacket and exposes to the world his newly won AWA World Heavyweight Championship. Stevens screams something that is inaudible to us as he starts making his way down the ramp, playing off the hatred emitting from the fans only the way this smug upstart can. Stevens sprints from the bottom of the ramp and slides effortlessly under the bottom rope and into the Chamber. He slides until center ring before nonchalantly rolling forward and flipping up to his feet in a unique kip up.)

HS: "Ladies and gentlemen, two weeks ago Brian Stevens, a relative newcomer to the AWA, shocked the world by defeating John Williams to win his first World title. He previously held the Tag Team title alongside NHL, but this is his first singles title. All eyes will be on him tonight as he defends that title for the very first time."

(Brian Stevens starts cockily pounding his chest once up to his feet before throwing his arms open in a very conceited fashion, displaying the AWA World Heavyweight Championship proudly to the fans. After giving the belt a kiss, he hands it over to the referee and makes his way to his cell. Stevens' music dies down and there is a buzz in the air as the fans know what kind of war awaits them now. The fans explode in cheers as "Lights Out" by P.O.D. begins to play and "The Icon" John Williams walks out from the back. With a serious look on his face he nods at the fans and then starts walking down the ramp, looking as determined as ever. He enters the Chamber and gives quickl glances to all of his four opponents.)

HS: "In 2003, John and Brian Williams both entered the AWA. The one was known at Animosity at one time, the other as Death Angel. They are tied for the longest title reigns in AWA history. They both have left their mark on the AWA. John is a two-time World Heavyweight Champion, a two-time United States Champion, a former TV and No Limits Champion, and alongside his brother, a two-time Tag Team Champion."

FJ: "And I wonder if he will be a two-time luckiest wrestler at Hell On Earth, as he barely survived Brian's wrath last year after revealing that he had an affair with Brian's beloved Katherine while the two were an item. Just one week ago, John Williams dropped a bombshell by presenting a LIVING Katherine to the world. Living is something that John Williams might not be an hour from now."

(John awaits his brother as the buzz is almost unbearable. The Los Angeles crowd starts booing loudly as the lights go out and "Harvestor Of Sorrow" by Metallica begins to play. As the ominous opening chords begin to build, after a long pause, a single deep blue light falls on the ramp way. Smoke billows from the entrance, creating an ominous haze. From within the haze we see the seven foot monster's silhouette. As he pauses, the dense mist follows Williams all the way down the ramp, never once taking his eyes off John.)

FJ: "Can you feel it, Herb, can you feel it?"

HS: "After all this time, it is FINALLY going to happen. Brian Williams - Hall Of Famer, three World titles, two Tag Team titles, two Hardcore titles, one TV title, 168 days as World Champion... to quote his most famous victim, 'nuff said!"

(Brian finally gets to the end of the ramp, as the two brothers lock eyes with pure hatred in their faces. Brian slowly, very slowly, start walking up the steps, with John awaiting him on the opposite side of the ring. Brian is finally in the Chamber and the referee starts closing the door, when suddenly "A Pain That I'm Used To" by Depeche Mode begins to play and the crowd's boos are deafening. All the wrestlers turn towards the entrance ramp, with the exception of BW, as The Legendary Low steps out onto the ramp. He looks battered after his previous brawl with Jonathan Lightning, but quickly holds a microphone to his mouth.)

LOW: "The Death Angel versus Animosity."

(Low chuckles.)

LOW: "Finally, after all these years, who else but The Legendary Low can bring you this encounter? John Williams versus Brian Williams, one on one, for the first time..."

(Low looks into the crowd with a sly grin on his face.)

LOW: "But not tonight."

(Low chuckles as the crowd boos mercilessly. Brian has now turned his head towards Low as well.)

LOW: "Oh yeah, believe me, folks! You stupid Californians won't get the privilege of seeing that battle happen, one on one, for three minutes to start off Hell Bowl, when I can promote the hell out of it and give it to people on the good side of this country. I know what happened last year, I was inside that Chamber as well, and I will not allow to happen again without anything coming from it. So referees, open up the cells of, say..."

(Low takes a second to contemplate.)

LOW: "Open the cells of NHL and Lasiewicz! Those two will start the match and the unloved Williams psychos enter their cells. NOW!"

(Low looks angry now as Lasiewicz and NHL exit their cells. John and Brian are reluctant to follow Low's orders, though.)

LOW: "It's very simple, brothers - you guys want to compete in Hell Bowl, you want to tear each other apart, you want to regain that World title..."

(Low puts a sinister look on his face.)

LOW: "...you want to make sure Katherine gets what each of you thinks she needs in life... WELL THEN GET THE HELL OUT OF THE CHAMBER AND INTO THESE CELLS, OR I WILL TAKE YOU OUT OF THAT MATCH!"

(Reluctantly, John is the first one to enter his cell. Brian eyes Low, but finally walks into the cell as well, as NHL and Lasiewicz are staring at each other across the ring.)

LOW: "Good boy, Brian, good boy. You want this World title and Katherine a lot more than defying your arch rival, do you? Don't worry, Brian, I won't screw you anymore tonight than I already have, I won't allow you to get your fingers around my throat unless I feel like knocking you off that plateau again, all the way down to the gutter. I'm no dummy, and I will make sure John Williams versus Brian Williams generates headlines, an even bigger buzz and a lot of money, when you two face each other, one on one, for the first time, on February 26th in the beautiful city of Boston, Massachusetts... AT VORTEX!"

(The crowd boos as Low drops the microphone and heads to the back. The referee calls for the opening bell.)

HS: "How could he deny us, the fans and most importantly, THE WRESTLERS their opportunity to get this thing settled?"

FJ: "Oh Herb, first of all, they might meet in the ring later on anyway, Low just didn't want to waste their singles encounter. Besides, can you imagine the wonderful carnage when they have to wait some more? It's great!"

HS: "And now NHL and Lasiewicz, two mortal enemies since both entered the AWA, are going to start this match off!"

(Lasie and NHL lock up, but neither man gets an advantage. They struggle towards the ropes and then fall through them, right onto the steel surrounding the ring. They never released the lock, though, until the slightly bigger NHL gets the upper hand and pushes Lasie against the wall of chains. At first it appears as if they're breaking cleanly, but suddenly, NHL grabs Lasie by the hair and smashes the back of his head into the steel chains. He then goes to Irish whip him into the ropes, but Lasie reverses and then backdrops NHL onto the elevated steel floor, to the cheers of the fans.)

HS: "That had to hurt!"

FJ: "Oh really, you think so? Just because had his seven foot free fall broken by a steel floor?"

HS: "Shut up, Frank!"

(Lasiewicz is quickly mounting NHL and starts punching away at his head with uncoordinated lefts and rights. He then grabs NHL by the hair and repeatedly smashes the back of his head into the steel. Lasie pulls NHL up to his feet and whips him face first into the Chamber's wall of chains, then hip tosses him over the top rope and back into the ring. Back inside the ring, NHL tries to beg off, but it's just a scheme as NHL pokes his finger right into Lasie's eyes as he approaches. Lasie grabs at his eye, and NHL charges him with a shoulder block, driving him into the ropes. Andreas breaks free with an uppercut across NHL's lowered chest which stands him up. Lasie shoves Henry away and then the two instantly lock up. Henry knees Lassie quickly, and then executes a snap suplex.)

HS: "The impact of that simple snap suplex sounds like a freight train in this ring! That is only a tiny sample of what is to come for these warriors."

FJ: "Man, I can't wait. I'm so excited, I think I have butterflies in my stomach. Steel winged, ravenous butterflies!"

HS: "Poetic, Frank."

(NHL seems surprised by the sound of the impact, and both men are a little slow to get up. Once they do, they both charge. NHL unloads with a clothesline, but Andreas ducks it. He rolls around behind NHL and tries a Russian leg sweep, but Henry scouts it and blocks by planting down his weight. He then lifts Lasiewicz up with a hip toss. But Andreas lands on his feet and, as NHL hasn't released the hold, turns the move into a hammerlock, and subsequently a standing butterfly lock. Henry, having little other avenues for release, stomps down hard onto Andreas' toe, which causes him to release the hold. NHL unloads with a back elbow to Andreas, which staggers him back a step. NHL wheels around and lifts Lasie into the air, turning 180 degrees and dropping the former Polish champion's groin across his knee.)

HS: "NHL with the inverted atomic drop... good action so far."

FJ: "This isn't good. This is wrestling. I want to see hardcore!"

HS: "The Hell Bowl Chamber is as dominating and hardcore as anything. As we've already seen, even the most simple of maneuvers can cause a huge impact."

(Lasie bounces of NHL's knee, clutching his groin area. NHL charges and clubs Lasie square in his exposed back with a double axe handle. Andreas stumbles forward, catching himself on the chain link wall, turning around just in time to see NHL charging again. NHL flies with a hard crash into the wall with a flying elbow as Lasie ducks out of the way. Henry clutches at his shoulder, which appears to be in intense pain as Andreas comes in with a running clothesline, sending him down to the steel. NHL pops back up, only to be felled again with another clothesline. NHL climbs to his feet once more, where Andreas is waiting instantly with a drop kick that sends NHL back down, once more.)

HS: "There certainly is no love lost between these two. They've had so many classic battles already in their AWA careers, and I know that they were both looking forward to getting their hands on one another tonight."

FJ: "It's too bad for Henry, because I think Nathan wanted a piece of Andreas more than anyone in this Hell Bowl. Right now, though, Lasie is getting the upper hand."

HS: "These two had a grueling battle a year ago at Hell On Earth 2005, in a best of three falls match for the No Limit title. And here they are again, squaring off at Hell On Earth, in the deadly Hell Bowl Chamber."

(NHL staggers up to his feet, seemingly dazed, and Andreas waits for him. As soon as Henry is all the way to his feet, Andreas charges at him from behind, grabbing him around the head for a bulldog. But NHL suddenly grabs Lasie from the side, while he is still in the air, and turns his momentum into a wicked spine buster. The impact thunders through the arena and a few fans let out a gasp. NHL rolls off Lasiewicz, and climbs up to his feet. Lasie stumbles up to his, and as soon as he does, the stalking Henry moves in for the kill. NHL goes for a Northern lights suplex, but Andreas floats over and behind him, then locks his arms around NHL's waist. Henry elbows Lasie in the stomach and follows with a snap mare. Henry wastes little time chaining his moves together, and plants a knee into Lasie's lower back while locking in a rear chin lock. Andreas blocks the chin lock with his hand, and then grabs NHL's arm and twists, rolling up to his feet from a knee, around behind NHL. He steps to the side and executes a snap mare of his own, followed by a head lock. NHL clambers up to his feet, with Lasie's head lock still applied, and shoves the Krakow native off of him, into the ropes. On the rebound, Lasiewicz leap frogs NHL, and continues on into the opposite ropes. NHL drops to the mat, causing Andreas to step over him the second go around, and as Lasie hits the ropes a third time, both men are to their feet. NHL ducks down to execute a back body drop, but Lasie stops his momentum, kicks NHL in the sternum, and then executes a swinging neck breaker.)

HS: "It looks like Andreas Lasiewicz has been the better prepared of the two. I'm not sure why NHL is trying to outwrestle him here in the match, Lasiewicz is generally regarded as the better technical wrestler of the two."

FJ: "Not to mention... tons of steel out there, Herb. Surely, someone could take advantage of it."

(NHL rolls to his feet, clutching his neck, just able to duck an Andreas clothesline. NHL lashes out with a kick, but Lasie grabs it. Instinctively, Henry leaps with an Enziguri, but Lassie ducks it, and NHL falls to the mat. Andreas suddenly locks his leg around Henry's, trying to end it early with his Four Card Trick. The fans let out a mixed reaction, but Andreas is able to apply the move.)

HS: "FOUR CARD TRICK! We could have our first elimination right here!"

FJ: "Only fifteen seconds to go before our next entrant, who will it be. Can NHL hold out that long?"

HS: "No... wait... can Andreas hold out that long? NHL is reversing the Four Card Trick... what's this... it's an STF! NHL reversed the Four Card Trick into an STF! We saw this very same thing last year at Hell On Earth... NHL was able to win that match in this same fashion. Will Andreas Lasiewicz tap out again?"

FJ: "TEN SECONDS!"

HS: "I think Andreas might tap out!"

FJ: "FIVE... FOUR... THREE... TWO... ONE!"

(The first chamber door opens and out busts the World Champion. Stevens charges for Henry, like a raging bull. Andreas reaches his arm up into the air, nearly ready to tap. NO!)

HS: "What the hell? Henry just released the hold? He's more concerned with Stevens it seems."

FJ: "The World Champion is in action!"

(Stevens and NHL stare one another down as the fans wait in anticipation to see what will happen. Soon, both men turns towards Andreas and, after shooting one another more curious looks, they begin stomping away at him. The fans let out a groan, unsure of what is happening.)

HS: "It seems that no one is really sure who NHL is... but for now, Damage Inc. is cooperating. Henry and Stevens are stomping into Andreas Lasiewicz badly."

FJ: "There we go... bust him up good!"

(NHL glares at Stevens momentarily, and then he scoops Lasie up. Andreas tries to fight back, but Henry merely lands a knee in the stomach to quell him. Brian Stevens knows what to do here, and he unloads with a vicious right to Andreas' skull. As NHL laughs while holding Andreas, the striker continues with a knee, a chop, and finishes with another hard right. NHL releases Andreas, who simply slumps to the mat. The former tag champions pull Andreas to his feet and execute a double vertical suplex. They both roll to their feet, having done this so many times before. Only this time, their suspicious about one another seem to interfere. They both pause and stare at one another once more, before continuing. They double whip Andreas into the ropes, and on the rebound, NHL nails at tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. But he doesn't allow Lasie to fall to the mat. Stevens instinctively springboards off the second rope and lands two feet planted on Andreas' chest.)

HS: "Damage Inc. has definitely taken control of this match!"

FJ: "Did you just see that move? I'm sure he fractured a rib or two of Lassie's!"

(The fans boo the action in the ring, wanting to see a fair fight. Damage Inc, of course, could care less about this. NHL pulls Lassie up again, and holds him for another barrage of strikes from the World Champion. NHL shoves Andreas back into the ropes, where he slumps against them. Stevens charges for the opposite ropes, and NHL hops down onto all fours. It appears that the duo is going for another of their patented tag team moves, when Stevens suddenly "stumbles". His knee connects with NHL's side, and both men go crashing into Lassie. Andreas stumbles through the ropes onto the steel platform outside. In the ring, NHL climbs to his feet, infuriated. He and Stevens stand in one another's face, screaming at each other. Stevens claims it was an apology, but even the replay shows that this is very subjective.)

HS: "I think Stevens may have done that on purpose!"

FJ: "No way. He'd never do that to his partner. He and Henry have the utmost respect for one another."

HS: "Yes, but Brian Stevens is the world champion, and I'm sure he knows as well as everyone else just how far he still has to go to retain his title. There are still three other men who haven't even came out yet. In fact, we're still nearly two minutes away from our next entrant!"

FJ: "1:56 to be exact, Herb."

(The fans begin to get rowdy, hoping that NHL and Stevens will come to blows. They argue for a good while, clearly having mixed emotions about where to go from there. NHL gets two inches from Stevens face, and points at his ribs. We can hear Stevens tell him it was an accident and to "Get the Hell out of his face". Just when it seems that both men have had enough, and begin to clinch their fists, SMACK! Out of nowhere, Andreas Lasiewicz nails NHL in the side of the head with a springboard drop kick. The crowd lets out a roar of excitement. NHL goes stumbling across the ring and winds up stumbling into an empty chamber. He is out cold from the direct temple shot.)

HS: "OH MY GOD! DID YOU SEE THAT! Andreas Lasiewicz just knocked Henry OUT COLD!"

FJ: "How's that saying go? YOU JUST GOT KNOCKED THE FUDGE OUT!"

HS: "That was insane, it truly was."

(Meanwhile, Stevens is completely caught off guard by the events that just transpired, and Lasiewicz rolls to his feet, pumped up. Andreas charges at Stevens and shoulder blocks him into the door of the cell where John Williams is being contained. Stevens clubs Andreas in his back and the two begin an all out brawl. The trade rights and lefts, swinging wildly. Stevens gets the upper hand quickly, being the fresher man and the stronger of the two, and he soon unloads with some wild chops that resonate through the arena. The encased ring produces an even louder echo than normal, and we obviously hear some fans go Whooo! Stevens whips Andreas into the ropes and knocks him down with a running knee strike, which actually causes Lasie to flip forward onto his back. The World Champion is merciless, and immediately turns Andreas over. He pulls Lasie to his feet and unloads with hard knees into the small of his back, before grabbing him around the face with a rear chin lock. Stevens curses at Andreas before relenting the move on his own accord. He pulls Andreas up and guides him towards the ropes. From the ropes, the Champ executes a hip toss, forcing Andreas to land back first onto them. The impact bounces him into the air and onto the steel outside of the ring. Stevens purposefully steps through the ropes and , after a quick stomp to Andreas' back, he pulls him up to his feet. Stevens then grabs Andreas by his hair and guides him toward the ominous steel chain wall. Stevens rears him back to slam him face first, but Lasie desperately shoves away and Stevens goes slamming into it.)

HS: "Brian Stevens looks seriously pissed. I think he knows what he has to do to win. Andreas Lasiewicz is running on fumes at this point."

FJ: "There's a reason he's the World Champion, Herb!"

(Stevens is now visibly angry, and goes back after Andreas. Andreas tries to lock him up, to no advantage, as Stevens elbows him with such force that he drops to his knees. Stevens then goes for a kick to Lassies' temple, but the Pollack ducks the move, and rolls out of the way. Brian charges for Andreas, who wisely drops to the steel platform and executes a drop toe hold. Brian Stevens comes slamming face first into the unforgiving steel, barely able to get his hands up.)

HS: "Oh! Stevens juts did a face plant into that steel. I don't know how he's not busted open after that!"

FJ: "TIMMMBERRR!"

HS: "Andreas is doing all he can to get back into this match!"

(Lasiewicz pulls Stevens up, who is clearly dazed, and tosses him back over the ropes into the ring. Andreas then walks back towards the chains, and as soon as Stevens begins to stumble up, he charges. Andreas leaps over the ropes and nails Stevens with a suicide dive into the ring. The crowd is getting pumped up again at the action that has unfolded. The timer pops up in the corner of the screen with 1:00 seconds remaining till the next entrant.)

HS: "Suicide dive! Wow, Andreas is coming back with a vengeance!"

FJ: "Talk about desperation!"

(Lasie rolls to his feet, and begins stalking Stevens. The crowd gets behind Lasie, who is taking his toll on the World Champion. Andreas raises his right arm into the air and the fans know what is coming next. As Brian hits his feet, Lassie unloads with his patented super kick, catching Stevens square in the jaw with a loud SMACK!)

HS: "PEACE MAKER! PEACE MAKER! PEACE MAKER!"

FJ: "Just like 2003, the World Champion may be the first to go tonight!"

(Andreas is pumped up now, and he goes in for the pin. But as he starts forward, he is suddenly grabbed on the shoulder. Andreas wheels around in utter confusion, and standing before him, with a wry smile, is the revived NHL, who has been patiently waiting for the right opportunity to strike. NHL laughs, and unloads with a huge right to Andreas. The fans know instantly what has happened, and most cheer.)

HS: "Wait a minute... it... it's NATHAN!"

FJ: "This doesn't bode well for Andreas Lasiewicz."

HS: "That shot he took earlier must have rattled him!"

FJ: "One thing is for sure, Nathan despises both of those men in that ring with him."

(Nathan is unrelenting on Lassie, unloading on him with a barrage of punches and elbows. Lassie staggers back into the ropes, and Nathan clotheslines him over. Nathan steps through the ropes in a hurry, and quickly stomps onto Lassie. He pulls Lasiewicz up and whips him instantly into the steel chains. Andreas comes stumbling off, where NHL is waiting. NHL wraps his arms around Lasie's waist, and then does a turn, followed by an over head suplex.)

HS: "OH MY GOD! NHL just sent Andreas into the chamber wall with German suplex!"

FJ: "Lasie landed on his skull!"

(Indeed, Andreas did land hard on his skull into the cold steel, which instantly busts him open. He rolls around on the ground, groggy and most likely concuss. Nathan doesn't seem to care, though, and goes right back to him. He pulls Andreas to his feet, and, on noticing the open wound on Andreas' forehead, grins him face first into the chains.)

HS: "NHL is simply brutalizing Andreas here! DEAR GOD!"

FJ: "TWENTY SECONDS TO GO!"

(Satisfied, and having left a long blood smear along the wall of chains, NHL pulls Lassie back toward the ring. He tosses him over the ropes like a rag doll and then leaps onto the top rope, nailing a missile drop kick of his own, a measure of revenge. NHL kips up to his feet, and now he begins stalking Andreas Lasiewicz.)

FJ: "FIFTEEN SECONDS!"

HS: "Brian Stevens is to his feet now, he still looks dazed... wait a minute... NHL IS GOING FOR HIS FINISHER! He's calling for the Slapshot!"

(NHL tires of waiting, and grabs Lasie himself. He kicks Andreas in the gut, doubling him over, and then locks in the front face lock. After looking around for just a moment, to see the crowd's reaction, he lifts Andreas into the air.)

HS: "HERE IT COMES!"

FJ: "TEN SECONDS!"

(The fans let out a huge roar as NHL nails his brain buster DDT. NHL rolls to his feet, hugely pumped, but his attention is drawn away from Lasie by the roar of the counting fans. FIVE!... FOUR!... THREE!... TWO!... ONE! The buzzer sounds and NHL turns around to see the next opponent. He sees Brian Stevens, who has finally regained his senses, doing the same, and charges. NHL blindsides Stevens as Dark Warrior's chamber unlocks.)

HS: "It's Jeff Christianson! Jeff Christianson is the next man to enter the Hell Bowl Chamber!"

FJ: "Andreas is OUT COLD! SOMEONE needs to capitalize on this NOW!"

(With NHL and Brian Stevens occupied, Jeff Christianson smiles as he quickly runs over to the limp body of Andreas Lasiewicz. Jeff wastes little time and immediately throws Andreas into the Grapevine Anklelock! There is no expression of pain coming out of Lasiewicz, however. He is completely out from the Slapshot! The referee raises the hand of Andreas Lasiewicz three times and each time, it falls limp. The referee checks the pulse of Andreas Lasiewicz before telling Christianson to break the hold. Jeff abides and walks away as a crew of AWA officials usher Andreas out of the Chamber.)

HS: "That's one down, Frank! I'm being told that Andreas Lasiewicz has indeed been eliminated as he was no longer fit to continue!"

FJ: "Did you see the referee check his pulse!? That's never a good sign. Especially in a match like this!"

(All the while the Andreas elimination was taking place, Nathan Hawthorne-Lee and Brian Stevens have been brawling relentlessly! It would appear Nathan is finally starting to get the upper hand as he is backing Stevens into the ropes. Nathan leaps and hit's a HUGE step-up Enzuigiri and the crowd pops for it big time! Nathan yells out to them as Stevens balances himself on the ropes. Nathan sprints and hit's the ropes, looking to capitalize on the weakened World Champion, but out of no where, "Dark Warrior" Jeff Christianson makes the save and blindsides NHL with a Spinning Wheel Kick!)

HS: "WOW! Did the World Champion Brian Stevens just catch a break there or what?"

FJ: "Yeah, you could say that! Nathan had Brian hurting and was looking to capitalize, but Christianson made the save and clocked NHL upside his goofy head!"

(A dazed and winded Stevens and Christianson lock eyes and share a few words inaudible to us. A few head nods later, Brian Stevens and Jeff Christianson shake hands and both men turn their attention on NHL!)

FJ: "Kiss your ass good-bye, Nathan! Your worst enemy just found himself an ally!"

HS: "Things are definitely looking bleak for NHL at this point! It'll be at least TWO whole minutes before anyone else enters this match to help him, be it inadvertently or otherwise!"

(Nathan watches both men stalk him as he rises to his feet from the shot he just took from Christianson. Nathan stares both men down at separate times before rushing after Stevens! NHL is able to hit a double leg takedown on the Champion before unloading on him with a series of lefts and rights. Finally, Jeff Christianson intervenes but Nathan is ready! He nails Christianson on the bridge of the nose with a back elbow before hitting a snapmare! NHL tries pummeling Jeff with lefts and rights, but before he can, Stevens connects to the back of NHL's skull with a stiff Mafia kick! NHL stumbles before falling face first into the canvas!)

FJ: "DAMN! That thing almost took his head off!"

HS: "Damn him! That...COWARD! Brian Stevens is as big an opportunist as I've EVER seen in this business! He just blindsided NHL with blatant disregard for his well being!"

FJ: "Yeah? That's what you have to do to win sometimes, Summers! This ain't Volleyball!"

(Brian brings the wobbly NHL to his feet and yells to Jeff Christianson, who is picking himself up off of the mat. Jeff, while not thrilled Brian is calling offense in the match, plays along and the duo send NHL to the ropes. Christianson is the first to act, and he takes NHL down with a rolling single leg but steps through and turns it into a STF! The fans awe in astonishment of the move while Stevens smirks. Brian hit's the ropes, running them back and forth a good five times before leaping as high into the air as possible and dropkicking the face of NHL!)

FJ: "Nathan is DEAD! There is NO WAY he is recovering from a move like that!"

HS: "They are picking him apart like vultures!"

FJ: "There isn't a thing NHL can do about it, either! He is completely and utterly screwed!"

(Brian Stevens hops up on the ropes and starts yelling at the fans. They respond with a great deal of screaming and jeers! Stevens laughs to himself as he hops down and standing behind him is Jeff Christianson. Jeff gives Brian a perplexed look, asking him what the hell he's doing? Brian blows him off and starts looking away, but Jeff turns him around and gets into his face. Brian takes exception to the actions of "Dark Warrior" and slaps him right across the face! Jeff Christianson turns red in anger and kicks the knee out of Brian Stevens! Stevens buckles and Christianson locks on a front face chancery.)

FJ: "NO! What are they doing!?"

HS: "Just a minute into their partnership and already, it's dissolved!"

FJ: "With ego's like theirs, I guess it was bound to happen!"

HS: "However, all ego's aside, these two men are about to put on a clinic!"

(From the front chancery, Stevens is quick to position a leg behind Christianson and ride him from behind to the mat. Stevens moves the waist lock into a full nelson which makes Christianson get to the ropes and successfully does so. Christianson springboards off of the second rope and breaks the Full Nelson, and in the process, sends Stevens flying with a arm drag. Stevens rushes in at Christianson and grabs a quick headlock, backing both men into the ropes again. Jeff is quick to push Brian off and sends the Champion into the ropes. Christianson looks for another arm drag, but Stevens is able to land on his feet and rebounds back and Jeff. The two switch momentum as Brian grabs the arm of Christianson and sends him to the ropes! Brian looks for a standing leg lariat, but Jeff ducks and catches Stevens with a nice Belly-to-Belly suplex on the turnaround. Christianson goes for a cover, but gets only 2!)

HS: "What action from these two! These two men don't hate each other, but have a professional admiration of the others skills!"

FJ: "That became clear at Last Man Standing when these two wrestled one another in a Low Rule's Match, which Christianson won by judges decision!"

HS: "Ever since then, Brian Stevens has been obsessed with pinning and beating "Dark Warrior!"

(Jeff Christianson peers up at the countdown clock...he has :45 seconds to beat the current AWA World Heavyweight Champion before John or Brian Williams enters the match! Jeff wastes no time and starts stomping away at Stevens, who has now backed himself into a corner! Stevens, out of desperation, starts punching away at the gut of Christianson, stunning him a bit. Stevens is able to find his way up to a vertical base but it is no good. Jeff Christianson winds up and chops the chest of "The Sensational One!" Brian steps back, clutching his chest in pain! Brian Stevens, though, unsuspectingly fires back at "Dark Warrior" with a palm strike! Christianson no sells it and slaps Brian Stevens right across the face! Brian reels for a second before rocking Jeff with a forearm to the jaw! Jeff staggers for a second before firing back with a European Uppercut that sends Stevens flopping to the mat holding his head.)

HS: "JUST 25 SECONDS, FRANK!! Just under a half a minute before ONE of the Williams' brothers enters the Chamber! NHL is down recovering still! Andreas Lasiewicz is already eliminated! Brian Stevens and Jeff Christianson are fighting back and forth! What will happen when John OR Brian FINALLY enters the fray!?!"

(Brian, out of desperation, picks out the left leg of Jeff Christianson and wrestles him down to the mat. Brian steps through with a spinning toe hold before falling down on the knee of Jeff Christianson full force! Brian laughs as he sees Christianson in agony, clutching at his knee...but then Brian freezes as he hears the fans start counting down! FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE! The Chamber door of "The Icon" John Williams is opened up and he explodes in the match and spears Stevens down to the mat!)

HS: "YES! The former World Champion is taking it to our current Champion! John Williams is kicking Brian Stevens' ass!"

FJ: "Gee! Be a little more biased!"

(John has mounted Brian Stevens and is pounding away at his skull with a flurry of lefts and rights! John brings Stevens up to his feet and starts screaming in the face of the upstart! Finally John kicks Stevens in the gut and hoists him into a fireman's carry! John swings Brian around and connects with the 'Round the World Spine Buster! John covers Brian Stevens! ONE! TWO! THRE...NO! Jeff Christianson makes the save! Jeff starts attacking John Williams with wild swings! Jeff is able to wrestle John Williams to the corner, but John is too fresh! John turns the tide and starts choking Jeff Christianson in the corner!)

HS: "LOOK AT THAT! John Williams is a man possessed! He is hitting ANYTHING that moves!"

FJ: "Look at Jeff! He ain't looking too hot!"

(Frank is right. Jeff, after being choked for a good minute by a possessed John Williams, is spitting everywhere trying to steal a breath! The movement from Jeff gets slower and slower and slower...FINALLY, Brian Stevens clocks Jeff from behind with a stiff kick to the kidneys! Brian turns John around and again, kicks him, only this time in the chest! Jeff falls to the ring and starts regaining his composure! Brian hits John Williams with a few more kicks until NHL gets himself back into the match and tackles Brian Stevens to the ground!)

FJ: "WHAT!? NHL is still in this thing!? I totally forgot about him!"

HS: "VERY smart strategy by Nathan! He made BOTH Brian Stevens AND Jeff Christianson forget he was even in the match, some how. Now he is fully rested and ready to take it to Brian Stevens!"

(John Williams looks a little groggy, but has enough sense about him to attack Jeff Christianson! John has followed a retreating Jeff Christianson onto the steel platform! Jeff tries begging off, but it's no good! John grabs Jeff by the hair and knees him in the gut! Jeff hunches over and John quickly hoists Jeff up and DROPS him head first on the steel with a Brian Buster!!! The crowd explodes with happiness as they cheer John Williams!)

HS: "Look at John Williams! I can't believe he's doing as well as he is!"

FJ: "He's got to get his shots in on his enemies before his brother enters this match! Just ONE MINUTE left until Brian Williams is released! John has one eye on this match and the other on that clock!"

HS: "JUST ONE MINUTE and there will be NO WHERE for John Williams to hide from the HELL his brother will unleash on his own flesh and blood!"

(On the other side of the ring, NHL and Stevens are battling it out in the corner on the top rope! NHL bites Stevens on the bridge of the nose before spitting right in his face! NHL punches Stevens in the gut but STILL the World Champion won't budge! However, from across the ring comes "The Icon" John Williams and he starts helping NHL beat at the skull of Brian Stevens! FINALLY, the duo hit a tag team Superplex on Stevens and the World Champion folds up like an accordion!)

FJ: "QUICK! Get the camera on Christianson!!!"

(A second or two later, the booth abides and there he is! Jeff Christianson is a bloody mess! He has himself sitting down with his back on the steel chains, trying to recover but he is losing A LOT of blood!)

HS: "Oh my lord. Jeff Christianson is bleeding like a stuck pig!"

FJ: "This is just uneasy to watch, and that's ME saying this!"

HS: "It's like watching a car wreck! It's almost IMPOSSIBLE to take your eyes off of it!"

(We leave Jeff Christianson and rejoin NHL and John Williams, who are now fighting each other! NHL and John Williams are going back and forth with rights until John finally gets the upper hand and sends NHL to the ropes! Williams swings with a clothesline attempt, but NHL ducks! NHL rebounds back and BOTH MEN take each other out! The crowd is on their feet giving all four men a standing ovation! Then finally...the countdown begins! FIVE! FOUR! THREE! TWO! ONE! Brian Williams is eager to enter the Chamber, but the referee is having problems opening the lock of the glass cell!)

FJ: "What an idiotic referee! Williams wants in to cause destruction and the referee can't open the lock!"

HS: "OH MY GOD!"

(BAM! Williams just puts a fist through the glass and the right piece of glass from his cell shatters! The fans start a "Holy shit!" chant as Williams steps through the remains of the glass cell and enters the ring, where his brother John is already awaiting him. As Brian steps over the top rope, John doesn't show any fear or remorse and charges Brian, but Brian blocks John's right fist and nails him with a headbutt. As John staggers back a few steps, Brian hits John with a big boot and sends him to the mat. He immediately wants to pull him up, but Jeff Christianson is there and goes for a German suplex. The much bigger BW, however, just shifts his weight, then nails DW with an elbow to the head, grabs him by teh throat and lifts him up for a choke slam. Instead of dropping, though, he walks towards the ropes and then slams Christianson onto the steel!)

HS: "What a sickening thud!"

FJ: "I told you, Brian Williams means carnage! Dark Warrior has been dropped from almost eight feet onto an elevated steel floor!"

(The camera briefly focuses on the pain-filled and bloody grimace that used to be DW's face, then focuses on the hate-filled, cold stare of Brian Williams, but it only lasts a moment, as World Champion Brian Stevens attacks BW from behind. He goes for an Irish whip, but as BW bounces off the ropes, he just wipes Stevens' attempt at a lariat away and nails him with a fist right to the nose. Stevens screams in pain as blood comes streaming from his nose.)

HS: "Williams might just have broken the World Champion's nose!"

FJ: "It sure looks like it."

(Williams now grabs Stevens and throws him over the top rope and onto the steel. He steps over the top rope and grabs Stevens by the hair, then slams him through the second glass wall of his cell, shattering the glass and busting Stevens' face wide open.)

FJ: "Look at that blood flowing from Stevens' forehead and nose."

HS: "And there are small cuts all over his upper body from the glass splinters, too."

(Just as BW turns around, Nathan comes off the top rope with a springboard somersault, but Brian catches him in a power bomb position. He quickly turns around and smashes Nathan's back into the chains of the Chamber's wall, then spins around and power bombs Nathan onto the steel.)

FJ: "Holy shit!"

HS: "Did you see how Nathan's head whiplashed off the steel there?"

FJ: "It looked gruesome."

(The camera stays on Nathan, as his face gets distorted while his arm starts twitching.)

HS: "Oh oh, could it be?"

FJ: "I surely hope so!"

(Brian has now entered the ring, but as he is about to pick up John, John counters with a low blow that doubles Brian over. John then hits Brian with a flurry of punches to the midsection and then goes into the ropes, but Brian counters and picks John up in a military press. He walks over to the ropes and threatens to throw John into the Chamber's wall, but John is able to struggle free. As Brian turns around, John clotheslines him and sends him over the top rope, right next to Christianson. John drops to his knees to get a breather.)

HS: "All five remaining men are on the ground, but Brian Williams is already stirring again."

(BW is in fact in his feet again and now pulls up an only semi-conscious Dark Warrior. He grabs him by the head and smashes him into yet another glass cell, cutting his face even more open, though we barely recognize it, as the blood is already flowing freely. Brian then steps back into the ring, where John had been waiting for him, challenging him to fight him, while Stevens, NHL and DW are all lying on steel and glass.)

HS: "We might get the fight that Low wanted to deprive us of right now."

(Brian and John are now exchanging wild punches, as the fans cheer them on. Brian seems to get the upper hand, but John blocks one of his punches and staggers him back with a lightning fast series of right fists. His lightning quick punches turn into lightning quick kicks to his brother's gut, doubling him over. He hooks Brian's head and then hits a DDT. He covers and the referee counts 1..... 2..... kickout! Suddenly, Brian's hand shoots up and he clutches John's throat, choking him right in front of the referee. John, however, punches away at Brian's head again, but Brian doesn't release the choke. Finally, John seems to get weaker, and Brian can get up from his ground position.)

FJ: "Look at Brian's face, he wants to choke John to death!"

(Before BW is successful, however, a totally bloodied Brian Stevens runs at him. BW releases his brother and hits a big boot on Stevens, knocking him to the mat. He then runs at John and nails him with a running big boot, sending John over the top rope and onto the steel, right next to NHL. Brian wants to follow John outside the ring, but Stevens nails BW from behind with a low blow, then grabs him and hits a Russian leg sweep. On the outside, NHL is back up on his feet, screaming, shaking and holding his head.)

HS: "Damn, I think we might see the resurgence of Henry."

FJ: "Bloody yes!"

(Indeed, it appears as if Nathan is turning back into Henry. With a look of disgust on his face he looks at John Williams, who is struggling to get to his feet right in front of him. NHL now pulls JW up, hooks his head, lifts him up and sends him down with a strong brainbuster, right into the steel.)

FJ: "SlapShot!"

HS: "And John is busted open! He might be knocked out!"

FJ: "And NHL covers him!"

(Indeed, Henry hooks John's leg and the referee joins them outside the ring. As the referee starts his count, Brian Williams tries to exit the ring and break up the pin, but to no avail, as Stevens holds him by the ankle. The referee counts 1..... 2..... 3! John Williams is eliminated.)

HS: "'The Icon' is gone!"

FJ: "I think his brother wanted to 'rescue' him in order to inflict more punishment, but NHL spoiled that plan."

(John Williams holds his head, while Brian starts pounding Stevens' neck, but Stevens still holds on to his ankle. As referees open the Chamber and escort John out of it and up the ramp, NHL enters the ring and starts pounding away at Brian Williams' head and neck. As Brian drops to one knee, Stevens gets up and joins Henry in just beating Williams up.)

FJ: "THANKFULLY! Damage Inc. has reunited."

HS: "Well, it surely appears that way."

(DI now pull Williams up and hook his head. They lift him up and send him over with a double vertical suplex. On the outside, Jeff Christianson is pulling himself out of the pile of glass, using the ropes for leverage, but Damage Inc. is quickly there and gets him back into the ring, using another double vertical suplex. Each grabs an arm of DW and they just smash him back first into the turnbuckle. They then redirect their attention towards Williams. They grab one of his arms each as well and then, with all their combined strength, Irish whip him into Christianson. SNAP! CRACK!)

FJ: "OH MY GOD!"

FANS: "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!"

HS: "The force of Williams crashing into Christianson just broke the ring post! Look at that, the ring post has collapsed, the ropes have snapped, everything is hanging around loosely. The ring is a mess!"

(Indeed, everybody appears to be shocked, as Williams and Christianson lie in a pile of ropes, turnbuckles and steel. NHL and Stevens look at each other, seemingly wondering how to keep on competing. The referees briefly hold a conference, but the in-ring referee then makes the sign that the match will continue. DI pull Williams off of Christianson and into the middle of the ring. NHL now grabs the torn ring post and pulls on it until all the ropes are off. He then mercilessly starts pounding away at Williams' entire body, like he was a piece of meat. He then hooks BW's legs and applies the Penalty.)

HS: "Wow, after this beating, this could be the end of Brian Williams, maybe even with a rare tapout."

(While NHL pulls back and Williams struggles to hold on, Stevens pulls up Christianson and goes for the Ace Crusher, but a bloody DW holds on for dear life and executes a surprise German suplex into a bridge. The referee counts 1..... 2..... no! Close kickout! Both men are immediately up on their feet again, but DW grounds Stevens with a drop toe hold. He grabs the anle and goes for the ankle lock, but Stevens spins around and tries to push DW off, but to no avail. DW holds on the ankle and applies the ankle lock. Stevens, however, spins around again, grabs DW and small packages him for 1..... 2..... kickout! Stevens jumps into the air for a standing dropkick, but DW sidesteps him and wipes him off. DW now goes for the Hard To Hold, but Stevens holds on to DW's leg and pulls him to the mat. Stevens goes for an STF, but Jeff hits him with a stiff elbow to the bloody forehead. Stevens gets up and DW quickly follows him. In the meantime, NHL has released the Penalty, as his strength has waned as Williams refused to tap out. DW kicks Stevens into the midsection, doubling him over and hooking his arms, going for a pedigree, but Stevens backdrops out of it. DW, however, is quickly up on his feet again and goes for a superkick, but Stevens ducks and nails DW with a STIFF palm strike. Exhausted, Stevens crumbles to the mat and just drapes one arm across DW's chest. The referee counts 1..... 2..... 3! Jeff Christianson is eliminated.)

FJ: "NOOOOO!"

HS: "Jeff Christianson has been eliminated! And in pre-match interviews he vowed to retire if this should take place! The AWA might just have lost one of its all-time top stars!"

(As Christianson slowly gets up, he realizes what has just happened. As the camera focuses on his face, we see tears in his eyes. The fans thank his multi-year contributions to the AWA by sing "NA NA NA NA, NA NA NA NA, HEY HEY HEY, GOODBYE!" A single tears is flowing down DW's bloody cheek, as referees escort him out of the Chamber.)

FJ: "Don't say it's true, Jeff! Please don't say it's true!"

HS: "...HEY HEY HEY... I mean, ummm, well, he, uhhh, well... we just lost a three-time World Champion and... GOODBYE!"

FJ: "You're despicable, Herb!"

(While an exhausted Stevens is still on the mat, trying to catch his breath after this fast paced series of moves, NHL is pulling Williams back up. Williams, however, has grabbed the broken ringpost, unbeknownst to NHL. In one swift movement, BW pulls the ringpost up between NHL's legs, turning his grapefruits into grapefruit pudding. NHL holds his groin, writhing in pain, but Williams pretends NHL's head is a baseball, takes a swing and nails NHL with the ringpost, busting him open as well. Stevens is there, trying to attack Williams, but Williams hits the ringpost into Stevens' stomach and then nails him across the back. sending him to the mat. He then drops the ringpost and pulls NHL up. He grabs him by the throat and then runs him halfway across the ring, walking over the broken ropes, slamming him right into the chain wall of the Chamber. Not releasing his choke hold, he repeatedly smashes NHL back first into the steel.)

HS: "Look at the back of NHL's head ricochet off the Chamber."

(Williams now grabs NHL's head and applies a side headlock. However, he turns around and just runs at the Chamber, slamming NHL's head into the steel. He takes a few steps back and does it again for a second time... then a third time... and finally, a fourth time. NHL just crumbles to the steel.)

HS: "If that doesn't knock some sense into his head, then nothing will."

FJ: (crossing his fingers) "Stay Henry, stay Henry, stay Henry..."

HS: "Shut up, Frank! After last year's destruction of the Chamber walls, as well as what went down with the Cell at Vortex, the AWA has reinforced all its cages. However, while we may not see a broken cage tonight, it means more potential for injury for the participants."

(Williams shows no signs of backing off, as Stevens is still out in the ring, holding his back. BW pulls NHL up, grabs his head and hits Morbid Reality on the steel floor. Leaving nothing to chance, he then applies the Struggle Within. The referee asks NHL if he wants to tap out, but NHL is unable to respond. Finally, the referee just calls for the bell. NHL has been eliminated.)

HS: "Complete and reckless disdain for NHL's health."

FJ: "I love Brian Williams, too."

(As NHL is rolled out of the ring and helped to the back by a number of officials, Williams just stares at Stevens, as Stevens slowly gets up to his feet. He grabs Stevens head, pulls him back and hits Morbid Reality on him as well. He covers and gets 1..... 2..... 3!)

FJ: "NO!"

HS: "Stevens got his shoulder up, just slightly, at the last split second!"

(Williams stares at the referee, but doesn't waste too much time. He grabs the broken ringpost and gets even with Stevens by hammering him with it all, over Stevens' body. He covers him and gets 1..... 2..... 3! NO! Again, another VERY close lift of the shoulder, not even a kickout. Williams now takes the sharp, broken end of the post and goes for Stevens' face, but Stevens is able to grab the post. The two struggle back and forth, as Stevens eyes the post with a terried look on his face as it gets closer and closer to his right eye. Suddenly, there is some commotion in the crowd, and as we get a different camera shot, we see why.)

HS: "That's Tabitha Rankin!"

FJ: "What does she want here?"

(Tabitha looks terrified as she runs down the ramp. She slams her hands against the Chamber and yells at the referees to do something. We hear her spine tingling screams as BW threatens to take away Stevens' sight. However, Tabitha provides just a slight enough distraction and Stevens kicks the referee's leg away, who then falls into Williams and causes him to stagger back a few steps. Stevens seizes the moment and jumps to his feet, but Williams quickly downs him by using the ringpost like a clothesline. It appears that Stevens is spitting blood.)

FJ: "He's dead! He's dead!"

HS: "Or maybe he lost a tooth!"

(Williams now grabs Stevens by the hair and drags him across the mat, leaving a trace of blood behind him all across the ring. Finally, they reach one of the steel floors and Williams starts raking Stevens' face across it. In the background we hear Tabitha hitting the Chamber's gate and screaming in fear. Williams, though, even takes it a little further and drags Stevens over to the glass remains of one of the cells, now raking his face across the splinters as well. Stevens screams in pain and the camera briefly focuses on Tabitha, who has turned away and is burying her face, as we notice that she has begun to cry.)

FJ: "Wow, well, even I think this might be a little too much. Stevens' face will look like raw meat tomorrow morning."

HS: "If he even HAS a face tomorrow morning."

(Williams pulls Stevens up and drags him into the ring again. He picks him up and then sends him over his head with a fallaway slam onto the steel floor. Stevens lands with a thud and Tabitha keeps on weeping. Williams covers and gets 1..... 2..... 3! NO! ONCE AGAIN, a VERY close kickout, or rather, a slight rolling up of the shoulder.)

HS: "Stevens looks like he is almost dead here, but I have to give him credit, as he's proving to be a tough son of a bitch, taking this serious punishment and still, somehow and barely, escaping."

(Once again, Williams drags Stevens into the ring, leaving a trail of blood wherever they go. Stevens seems to be barely alive at this point. Williams picks him up again and goes for a second fallaway slam, but suddenly, Stevens counters into a sunset flip, grabs Williams' tights and also holds on to the Chamber, as the referee counts 1..... 2..... 3! Brian Williams is eliminated.)

HS: "WHAT!?!?"

FJ: "HE DID IT!"

HS: "WHAT A FLUKE!"

FJ: "WHAT SMARTS!"

(The bell rings and the fans can't believe it. Neither can Williams NOR Stevens. Williams has an enraged look of hatred on his face and screams out of anger. Stevens just crawls across the mat on all fours, but as Williams goes after him, he more or less gets to his feet and runs around the Chamber, trying to escape Williams' wrath as fast as he can after the beating he just took. Williams has grabbed the ringpost again and stalks Stevens, while Tabitha screams for the referees to open the gate. Williams goes for a wild swing at Stevens, but Stevens ducks, grabs Williams' head and hits the Ace Crusher.)

FJ: "Whoa, Ace Crusher AFTER the match! This will buy him some time."

(Obviously relieved that he escaped Williams, Stevens quickly gets to the door and yells at the referees to hurry up. Tabitha has already grabbed the World title belt from the time keeper and the referees finally open the gate. Stevens looks back in fear as he and Tabitha head up the ramp. "Jet Black New Year" begins to play and Williams rises slightly, staring at Stevens, as he has reached the top of the ramp. Realizing that he's still the World Champion, Stevens manages a sly grin and holds up the World title belt.)

HS: "Ladies and gentlemen, after the AWA's annual destruction derby which saw the ring collapse and Stevens nearly lose his right eye, Brian Stevens has somehow sneaked out of Hell Bowl 2006 with his World title reign in tact. I can't imagine Brian Williams, or anybody else in that match, for that matter, to be too happy with this."

FJ: "Brian wanted to win the belt in order to present it to Katherine and that won't happen at this point. We'll see how THAT saga continues."

(Suddenly, "A Pain That I'm Used To" begins to play and Low steps out on the ramp. He briefly seems to comfort Tabitha, then smiles at Stevens and shakes his hand. He then pulls a microphone from his jacket's pocket.)

LOW: "Well, Brian, good effort, but let's face it, your myth has been destroyed when I beat you to win Hell Bowl last year. I still wish you the best of luck in your future endeavors and your attempt to get back with the girl that staged her death to escape you."

"Anyway, ladies and gentlemen, I present to you STILL the AWA World Heavyweight Champion, 'The Sensational' Brian Stevens. Here is a man that is willing to do whatever it takes to keep this belt and make a name for himself. This man can wrestle, he can fly, he can strike, he can fight. Heck, he can cheat better than anybody that has come along in YEARS!"

"My business partner Lars Fredrickson talked to me, and he convinced me to sit down with Brian Stevens. He convinced me that Brian Stevens was a valuable asset back when he was going to restars the LWA. And Brian Stevens' performance right here at Hell Bowl convinced me that he is a true World Heavyweight Champion. Being a sucker for power, fame and glory, what better way to add Brian Stevens, the World Heavyweight Champion, to The Administration."

HS: "What? He's got the World Champion to join his side?"

FJ: "Well, I'm sure Lars felt bad about his good friends being on opposite sides."

HS: "Yeah, right."

LOW: "So anybody in the back... or anybody in that ring right now... it will be double tough for you to take that title away from this man, because now The Legendary President Low is going to make sure he's got the benefits that Travis Gray was NEVER willing to give me!"

(With that, Low drops the microphone and raises Stevens' arm, who also raises the World title belt.)

HS: "Ladies and gentlemen, Brian Stevens' World title reign hang by a thread, but he somehow escaped Hell Bowl. Now he has the support of Low, and frankly, I shudder thinking about what that means. Anyway, make sure to tune in to Xplosion and Shock next to find out for yourselves!"

(As the camera focuses on Brian Stevens and the World title belt, the AWA logo appears and the scene fades to black.)

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