AWA King of the Kage, Sunday, July 9, 2006, Las Vegas, NV, MGM Grand Garden Arena

(The scene opens up with the AWA logo fading into view. We then head to a video package that displays the AWA's signature brackets. The names begin to start fading into them. We see Brian Stevens fade in and then Orlando Ortega below it. Jeff Christianson with Terry James below his name. Nathan Hawthorne-Lee and Jayson Price under it. Logan Alexander and The Legendary Low under it. From each of the four match brackets, two lines shoot out and then the two names flicker on the new line that was made and then a new bracket is flashing with another line shooting out with even more names flashing in order and then we see another line shoot out with a crown outline and we see the eight names flashing in order. We zoom into it and the names fade as the crown becomes more apparant and more bold.)

(The stage in the MGM Grand Garden Arena is shaped like a huge crown as we see the KotK logo on the screen with the Burger King himself walking behind it. Fireworks go off from the ring to the stage. We cut to Frank Jackson and Herb Summers sitting ringside as they introduce us to the show!)

HS: "Hello everyone, I'm Herb Summers and I'm sitting alongside Frank Jackson and we are about to kick off one of the most energetic shows of the year!"

FJ: "That's right! King of the Kage will dazzle and it will frazzle your brains. All of the AWA's best and brightest are here to see who will become the next crowned King of the Kage!"

HS: "Tonight we will see eight men crawl through a tournament that is not for the weak at heart. Then, when they think it's over, it isn't because we put the two finalists inside a steel Kage and we see who will come out on top, with the chance to face the AWA World Heavyweight Champion at Classic in Australia!"

FJ: "We will see Brian Stevens take on Orlando Ortega and Jeff Christianson take on Terry James in the first half of the tournament. Nathan Hawthorne-Lee and Jayson Price will face off as Logan Alexander battles Low in the second half of the tournament. From there they move on until we have ourselves the King of the Kage of 2006!"

HS: "And that's not all! We have the inaugural AWA "Fast Lane" Battle Royal in this year's King of the Kage. The winner will take on the No Limits Champion on the next episode of Shock!"

FJ: "The reason for the name is because whenever we have our normal "rookie brawl", the winner is always the next huge sensation of the AWA. Wrestlers such as Nathan Hawthorne-Lee, Brian Stevens, and Logan Alexander have successfully won and had great careers this far into the AWA because of those."

HS: "However this year will be different as Nightmist returns to get a shot at the merged Hardcore/Television Championship that he left behind. Geoff Revo, Preston Alway, Michael Wolf, Reno Kidd, Mike Judge, Scott Vertigo, and Scotty Mac also accompany him as they try to vie for the right to compete for the AWA No Limits Championship!"

FJ: "And then we have a number one contendership for the AWA Tag Team Championship with the Unholy Heroes taking on A.C. Smith and Ronnie Frown!"

HS: "One half of our Tag Team Champions, Malika, will take on Javex Valerius as well and we will see Jai Williams, the other half of the Tag Team Champions, put his No Limits Championship title on the line against Tom Dudely!"

FJ: "And then Lord Brian Williams will lock horns with the Hangman in a battle that will definitely be ugly."

HS: "Yes it will."

(Earlier today flashes up on the screen. We see a limousine pull up. Out hops C-Rock and Jeff Christianson, known in the tag wrestling world as Bad Blood. As they walk to the building, we hear Jeff Christianson speak.)

DW: "I'm back for another go..."

C-Rock: "We're back for another go. Tonight's your night. Next week is our night if everyone isn't afraid to accept our challenges."

DW: "You know they are... Otherwise they would have challenge us by now."

(The scene fades back to Herb and Frank.)

HS: "Bad Blood? HERE?!"

FJ: "OOh, this could get exciting!"

HS: "Well, Frank! We have Malika taking on Javex Valerius! Let's see if they can get the action started tonight!!"

FJ: "Even if it sucks, that hot piece of a…"

HS: "Careful, Frank!"

FJ: "That…fine young woman…who I'd like to plow. Malika. She's in this match. That means it's already the match of the night for me!"

HS: "Geez…you're so sad."

("passion/instant/sweat beads/fill me" begins to play throughout the arena as the beginning of Aaliyah's "More Than A Woman." Malika appears on the stage and strikes a sexy pose.)

FJ: "My, oh my! She is looking mighty fine tonight, Herbie!"

HS: "Malika…IS a very attractive woman. There is no doubt about that. However, you drooling all over her is NOT okay during the match!!"

FJ: "Oi. I'd like to drool all over her!"

(Malika proceeds to ringside, with her hips swinging and her lips humming along with the song. Malika enters the ring slowly and leans on the ropes, smiling seductively and awaiting her opponent.)

FJ: "…I love this woman."

HS: "Easy, killer. We gotta stay focused on the match! This IS a special challenge match. Malika has challenged Javex Valerius tonight in a one-on-one affair! Valerius beat both her and Jai in a triple threat match two weeks ago! THAT is how this little number came to be."

FJ: "Whoopie-friggin-do. Good for Valerius…but I love Malika. He can't have her."

HS: "What in the good Lord's name are you talking about!? Valerius is a happily married man!"

FJ: "Whatev."

("Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood" by Santa Esmeralda hits over the PA system. The fans give Javex Valerius a mixed reaction as he steps out from the back. Gold lighting flashes and follows Valerius as he quickly storms his way to the ring. Javex simply slides into the ring and poses on the corners, crossing himself before extending his arms to his fans/catcallers. Javex finds his corner and eyes Malika from across the ring.)

HS: "Alright. Both competitors are in the ring! Let's get this one underway!!"

(The referee pats both wrestlers down…but is a tad bit more thorough with Malika for whatever reason. Once he's satisfied, he calls for the bell and we are underway!!)

HS: "There's the bell!"

FJ: "GOD, I love when Malika bounces out of that corner!!"

HS: "…what?"

(The two lock-up center ring with a collar-elbow. Malika gets the advantage out of the hold and goes behind Javex with a hammerlock. Javex quickly takes a step back and under and now HE has the hammerlock applied to Malika. Javex grabs a rear waist lock and does a little dance with the hips of Malika. Malika freaks out and quickly escapes the hold.)

HS: "Look at this, Frank! Javex is having himself a bit of fun here tonight! Javex is…"

FJ: "DEAD! Javex is friggin' dead!"

HS: "WHOA! Simmer down!"

(Malika settles and regains her head. Both step center ring again and Malika opts to bypass the whole tie-up and kicks her opponent in the gut. Malika hit's a series of STIFF forearm shots to the head of Javex. Malika sends Javex to the ropes and tries to hip toss Javex, but the agile Mexico native uses his momentum and lands on his feet. Malika tries to power him again, but Javex doesn't budge. Javex grabs her free arm and he starts leading her in dance! The duo Tango for a moment, but Malika AGAIN freaks out once she can break herself out of the hold!)

FJ: "Don't force yourself on MY girl, Javex!"

HS: "You mean your "make believe" girl."

FJ: "Dude. Same thing! The principle is the same!"

(Malika has had enough! She charges at Valerius and he simply sidesteps the lovely femme fatale. Javex gives her a little extra nudge to keep her momentum going into the ropes. Malika rebounds and gets met with a LOUD knife edge chop! Malika is holding her chest…and Javex is holding his hand in excruciating pain! The crowd is laughing! They love this!)

HS: "Listen to the AWA Faithful, Frank! They really enjoy Javex!"

FJ: "Piss on them and piss on Javex! This is…a DISGRACE!"

(Malika attempts another attack on Javex, but Javex is ready! He thinks about another knife edge chop…but stops himself. Instead, Javex goes for the heatbutt and connects! BOTH fall to the mat grabbing their head!)

HS: "Yikes."

FJ: "Stupid, stupid Mexican."

(Both get to their feet simultaneously. Malika tries to attack first with a kick, but Javex counters and turns it into a European Uppercut! Malika crashes down to the mat and Javex shakes his fist! FINALLY he hit some offense that didn't hurt him. Javex stays with the head. He grabs a side headlock and smiles. He has Malika grounded! Malika doesn't stay that way as she grabs a handful of Javex's good n' plenty which makes Valerius relinquish the hold and beg off like a coward. Malika slaps the face of Javex and lets go of the hold! Malika leaps into the air and hit's a Enzuigiri! Javex stutters on his feet for a second before collapsing like a ton of bricks. Malika ‘adjusts' herself and her top so that the fans don't get to see more of her than they ever should.)

FJ: "Humina…humina…humina."

HS: "Just…wow."

(Malika locks on a front face lock and grounds Mr. Valerius. Malika gets bored of the hold after a minute and starts driving elbows and forearms to the neck of her foe. Javex…isn't moving. Malika kicks him in the ribs and he flips over. He looks…dead? Malika is VERY perplexed.)

FJ: "PIN HIM! PIN HIM!!!"

HS: "Javex doesn't even look…lively. Like…at all."

FJ: "THAT'S WHY SHE NEEDS TO PIN HIM!!"

(Malika doesn't listen. After a few more kicks in the gut, she is satisfied with the result. Javex Valerius ain't going ANYWHERE! She tells the fans that "It's over!" She drags the limp body of Javex to a nearby corner and quickly ascends the turnbuckle! Malika gets her balance and explodes off the top, looking for Her Majesty!! Javex moves and Malika eats a face-full of canvas! Javex comes up pointing at his head…he outsmarted Malika.)

FJ: "DAMN IT!"

HS: "That crafty Javex! Even I thought he might be dead!"

FJ: "HOGWASH!"

(Javex screams out to the crowd! THIS IS IT! He stamps the mat with his foot and they go wild! Malika gets to her feet. She has no idea where she is. BAM!!! She gets KO'ed by the Gloria Por Dolor Superkick! Javex crumbles on top of Malika and grabs the leg…and some butt.)

1!!!

2!!!

3!!!

(It's over! "Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood" by Santa Esmeralda hits and Javex dismounts the curvy Malika and starts leaping up and down in the ring as if he just won the Superbowl or the World Title! He is ecstatic! He gives the ref a high five just before he gets his hand raised in victory!)

FJ: "NO F'ING WAY!"

HS: "He's done it! Once more, Javex Valerius has taken down Malika!"

(We watch Javex head back up the ramp just before we cut backstage as we see Xtreme Jeff arriving at the arena carrying a backpack and drinking a can of beer.)

XTJ: "NA NA NA NA! NA NA NA NA! HEY HEY HEY! I AM HERE!!"

(Some AWA staff seem to be disturbed by Jeff's entrance. Jeff continues on until he comes to Terry James locker room. He enters.)

XTJ: "Terry! I came to see you, LIVE!"

Terry: "Aren't you supposed to be at the hotel?"

XTJ: "It was boring, I took a cab and brought six friends!"

(Jeff opens his backpack and get 6 cold beers out of it.)

XTJ: "Here you go! To the next champion!"

Terry: "What the hell is this?! You know you can't have any alcohol in here!! It's strictly forbidden!"

XTJ: "Come on, relax, I have plenty in here for the whole night."

(Terry quickly grabs Jeff's backpack and empties it, revealing about another dozen canned beers.)

Terry: "I have to go but you stay here and watch the fight, just don't do anything stupid, and don't get out of here. Just wait for me. Oh and I'll take this, it's for your own good sake."

(Terry grabs Jeff's backpack full of beer and leaves the locker room. Jeff goes and sits on the couch)

XTJ: "Wow, what a party popper…"

(Jeff reaches for his pants, and gets a bottle of vodka out of it.)

XTJ (talking to himself): "Eh, I'm smarter than you!"

(We see Jeff Christianson sitting in his locker room. He looks rather focused. We hear C-Rock giving what sounds like a motivational speech.)

C-Rock: "This is a big night for you. I'm going to manage you tonight, since Paige can't make it. I'm going to be shouting insight for you. I know you recently dropped weight so you could perform at the best level possible. I agree with that strategy. We're going to have to make some transitions as the night goes on. You have Terry James first. You should be able to overcome the odds and beat him. Remember, if you win this tournament, you face Brian Williams at AWA Classic."

(Jeff looks over at him.)

DW: "I know... I know."

C-Rock: "You've been here before, but so has Low. He could be waiting for you in the finals. You have to overcome the odds against him."

DW: "I know... I know."

C-Rock: "You have Stevens or OOO in the second round. It's going to be tough because they both have different styles... and in OOO's favor, you've never wrestled him before."

DW: "I know... I've been here before. You don't have to tell me what to do."

C-Rock: "I just want to make sure your prepared. You did a lot of interviews... a lot more than you did when you won back in 2004."

DW: "It comes with the territory."

(The scene fades out as the two continue to talk. We cut to a commercial and we see Adam Bawm looking dejected as he grabs the Burger King (As Drake Hyde) and lines him up for the Fall Out. He sets him up with his samoan drop position, only to have the Burger King turn his throw into a dragon sleeper. the Burger King tries for the leg grapevine but Adam shoves him off, then goes for a big splash. The downed the Burger King gets the knees up. Adam bounces to his feet clutching his stomach, which allows the Burger King a perfect position to execute his 360 underhook spinning DDT! Adam lies on the mat but the Burger King does not cover. Instead he climbs to the top rope and nails the shooting star legdrop! But there is still no cover. The Burger King wants the Hyde Life...and he gets it! the Burger King hooks a leg and the referee counts. 1..2...3! We cut to a Burger King commercial for a Junior Whopper for a buck and then back to Herb and Frank.)

FJ: "Wow! What a whopper of a commercial! That was some cool stuff!"

HS: "And it was nice to see Adam Bawm on the screen again, God rest his soul."

FJ: "Why would you want that? It was god that killed him."

HS: "What?"

FJ: "Williams, he's our Lord and Savior. He kille-"

HS: "Enough!"

HS: And now it is time for a first round match of the King of the Kage tournament! This one seems to be a little bit more than just advancing to the next round for these two individuals. Up next, we have "The Outrageous One" Orlando Ortega taking on the man that beat him in three seconds, "The Sensational" Brian Stevens. A few months back, Stevens defeated Ortega in three seconds.

FJ: Hence the nickname, "Mr. Three Seconds"

HS: Yes, hence the reason he is nicknamed "Mr Three Seconds." But tonight, vengeance must be on his mind entering this contest. Stevens had made Ortega's life a living hell after their last match. Now, Ortega will try and shake the nickname given to him by Stevens, as he is going to step in the ring with him, right now!

(The lights slowly dim in the arena and the fans start booing immediately, knowing full well the man about to make his entrance. "Jet Black New Year" by Thursday hits over the PA System and 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 songs beat as "The Sensational" Brian Stevens emerges from the back. 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 jet black hair of Stevens moves wildly with the wind but never seems out of place as it falls around his eyes. But then, finally, Brian Stevens unzips his track jacket and exposes his physique. 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 ring. Brian Stevens slides until center ring before nonchalantly rolling forward and flipping up to his feet in a unique kip up. Brian Stevens starts cockily pounding his chest once up to his feet before throwing his arms open in a very conceited fashion, displaying his smugness proudly to the fans. Brian does this to all sides of the ring before finding his corner and removing his ring jacket and stretching briefly.)

HS: And here comes Brian Stevens.

FJ: He looks ready for this match. Ortega isn't going to know what hit him.

HS: Well, you can't totally count him out, Jackson. Granted he is fresh off an injury, he still looks prepared for this match.

FJ: Bah. Whatever. We will see after this match is over.

(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. He then looks at Stevens in the ring, and rushes down the aisle. He slides in the ring, and pops to his feet, and stares down his opponent.)

HS: Ortega looks ready as well. This could be a big one, folks.

FJ: The bell sounds, here we go! One-one thousand, two-one thousand...

HS: What the hell are you doing?

FJ: Hoping for a repeat.

(The bell rings, and the two of them stare eachother down. After a moment, they lock up. Stevens uses his MMA skills to his advantage, and gets in behind Ortega. OOO tries to throw an elbow, but it is ducked, and Stevens hits him with a quick German suplex. OOO takes the shot, and gets back to his feet. The two of them stare at eachother again before once again going for a lockup. OOO, however uses his speed and slides underneath Stevens' legs, and clips them out from under him. OOO quickly goes for an ankle lock, but Stevens scampers his way out of it, and gets back to his feet. The two lock up again, but this time, Stevens knees him right in the stomach. OOO folds, and Stevens follows up with a major shot to the back of the head. He goes for another, but OOO blocks it, and counters back with another punch back to Stevens. The two slug it out for a minute until Stevens is able to push him to the corner. The ref gets in between them, and Stevens back off, but not before delivering a teasing slap to OOO's face. The shot anger OOO, and he rushes Stevens again, but only for Stevens to counter it into a drop toe hold, and convert it into a triangle choke. He has the move locked in, but not well enough, as OOO is able to squirm out of it, and grab the ropes.)

FJ: There goes Ortega, having to take the pansy way out of everything. Grabbing the ropes, how pathetic.

HS: Frank, how many times have you seen that done?

(OOO gets back to his feet. Stevens automatically attacks him with a right cross to the jaw, that stuns Ortega. OOO falls backwards into the corner, Stevens in heavy pursuit. Stevens climbs to the second turnbuckle above OOO, and starts pounding on his head. He gets about four shots in until OOO is able to hook his legs, and send him crashing to the canvas with a powerful powerbomb. OOO is quick to get back to his feet, and help Stevens up as well. He then puts him back down as quickly with a stunning DDT. Stevens is out on the ground, as OOO gets back up to his feet. Once again, he helps Stevens up, and goes to deliver a snap kick to the midsection. Stevens, however, grabs OOO by the foot. Stevens taunts OOO for a second, until OOO jumps and delivers a strong enziguri kick to the temple that levels Stevens!)

HS: Ohhh, what a shot by Ortega!

FJ: What a cheap shot!

HS: I don't believe you sometimes.

FJ: What?

HS: Had that been Stevens, you would be praising him right now! Stop being such a damn hypocrite!

(OOO gets back up just in time to see a dazed Brian Stevens stumbling around the ring. He yells for his attention, and as Stevens turns around, OOO runs, and delivers a well placed hurricanrana. The shot sends Stevens flying across the ring. Stevens gets back up, and comes towards OOO, and OOO hits him with a follow up arm drag takedown! Stevens hits the mat, and then slides out of the ring, and stares up at OOO, who is egging him on to get back in the ring. Stevens looks back and throws some insults at him as well, and turns his back to the ring. OOO takes advantage, and gets a running start, and does a suicide dive over the top ropes, and onto Stevens!)

HS: OOO is fired up tonight!

FJ: Beginner's luck

(The two of them recover on the ground for a moment from the recent move. OOO is the first one to get to his feet, and het gets Stevens up with him. He goes for an Irish whip to the barricade, but Stevens is able to revers it, and OOO goes flying into the barricade instead! He hits the wall, and bounces back, right into a side suplex by Stevens! Stevens gets him back up, and slides him in the ring. He follows him in, and starts laying the boots to OOO. OOO tries to escape, but it followed by Stevens, and Stevens gets him back to his feet. Stevens then hits OOO with a swinging neckbreaker. OOO grabs at his neck in pain as Stevens continues the assault. He gets OOO back up, and puts him right back down with a snap mare takedown. Then, from one end of the ring, he starts running. He then front flips over OOO, grabbing him by the hair, and snapping his neck foward to the mat. The whiplash effect sends OOO right on his back.)

HS: Stevens taking us back to the days of Mr. Perfect with that move.

(Stevens gets OOO back up. He then wraps him by the chest area, and throws OOO over his head, hitting a well maneuvered belly to belly supex. Stevens continues to stalks OOO. He gets him back up, and keeps him on his knees. Stevens then throws a massive punch, connecting right in the left temple of OOO. The shot rocks OOO's head to the right, and then is knocked back to the left with another solid punch, this time from the right. He gets OOO back to his feet, and throws him to the ropes. He chases OOO, but OOO is able to spring off the opposing ropes, and deliver a nice flying elbow directly to Stevens' nose. The elbow rocks Stevens, and he stumble to the corner. OOO charges Stevens, but Stevens moves out the way, and OOO hits nothing but turnbuckle. Stevens then lifts OOO up like he is going for a dominator, but OOO flips over his head, and grabs him by his hair, and lands an inverted DDT! Stevens is out cold after the DDT, and OOO goes to climb the ropes. OOO poses for the crowd, and fails to realize that Stevens had gotten to his feet. Stevens then rushes the turnbuckle, and pushes OOO off the turnbuckle! OOO goes flying off the buckle, and lands abdomen first over the barricade rail>)

HS: OOHHH!!!! THAT HAD TO HAVE BROKEN EVERY RIB IN HIS BODY!!!

FJ: He really isn't getting along too well with that barricade tonight. And why are you yellin?

HS: I don't know! I get excited about things.

(Stevens follows OOO, and pulls him off the barricade. He slides OOO back in the ring, and goes to work again. He picks OOO up, and hits him with a corkscrew DDT, followed up with a snap suplex. OOO is out on the ground, trying to catch his breath, as Stevens still continue stalking him. He gets him back up to his feet, and throws him to the ropes. He ducks down to deliver a back body drop, but OOO, while running, jumps into the air, and delivers a nice fameasser to Stevens! Stevens is KOed as OOO is able to buy some time to get back to his feet. Ortega gets Stevens back up. He then gets in behind him, and lifts Stevens into the air, and drop him with an inverted atomic drop. Stevens jumps around the ring for a minute, writing in pain; OOO then gets another running start, jumps into the air, and hits Stevens with a rana to a pin, but Stevens is able to reverse it into a small package, and uses the ropes as leverage!)

HS: Hey, what's the deal? He knows that you can't use the ropes to win.

FJ: It took you long enough to pick that up! You do it all by yourself?

HS: Well yeah....wait, what does this have to do with anything?

(Stevens gets up, and starts yeling at the referee. The ref argues back to him, and Stevens continues the arguement, totally oblivious to OOO getting back to his feet. As Stevens turns around, OOO delivers a super kick that the entire crowd was able to hear. The crowd seeths as Stevens' eyes slightly glazed over, and he crumbled to bits.)

FJ: Now would be a good time to pin him!

(OOO does just that, and covers Stevens, but only get a two count. OOO gets back to his feet, and waits for Stevens to get up himself. Stevens does that, and OOO rushes him again with rights and lefts. Stevens is only able to throw a knee, but it was well placed enough to where it landed right the middle of OOO's stomach. OOO folds over, and Stevens throws a couple uppercuts to OOO's face. OOO takes the shots, and runs at Stevens again, but only runs into a powerslam. The two of them lay on the ground again, trying to catch their breath. A few seconds go by, and Stevens is able to get up. He picks OOO up, and puts him on the top rope. He then goes up top with him, and goes for a superplex, but OOO pokes him in the eyes. Stevens grabs his face, as OOO stands up on the turnbuckle in front of him. He then jumps up, and grabs Stevens by the head as he flips over him, driving him into the mat with a top rope diamond cutter!)

HS: WHAT A MOVE BY ORTEGA!!!

FJ: Again with the yelling...

HS: Im into the match! Quit bothering me!

(OOO slowly gets back up. He looks at Stevens, who is out on the mat. OOO then climbs the ropes.)

FJ: Great. Here comes the Mexican Jumping Bean.

(OOO looks at the crowd for a moment, and then looks down at Stevens. He then jumps off the top rope, trying for a corkscrew plancha. Stevens, however, sees this coming, and moves out of the way, and OOO hits nothing but mat. The two of them lay on the mat, unconcious. The ref starts the count. 1....no movement from either. 2....still none. 3...Stevens starts to stir a bit. 4...Stevens is able to get up to his feet. 5...OOO gets to his kees, but just in time to see Stevens connect with a shining wizard right to the back of OOO's head! The shot knows him senseless, and OOO falls back out on his knees. Stevens gets him back up to his sitting position, and locks in a full nelson. The move gets locked in, and OOO can do nothing about it. He lifts OOO back to his feet, applying pressure the whole time. He then flips him over his head, and OOO goes flying across the mat. He goes to cover OOO 1...2...but he is able to get his shoulder up.)

HS: Stevens tried to finish it with this one!

(Stevens looks frustrated as he gets OOO back to his feet. He throws him to the ropes, and goes for a clothesline, but OOO ducks it, and then hits the ropes. He comes flying back at Stevens, and they both levvel eachother with a double clothesline!)

HS: DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE!!!

FJ: Jesus, Summers!

(FJ grabs his ears as the cameras switch back over to the action. OOO gets Stevens back to his feet. He picks Stevens up, and then himself locks in a full nelson. He Holds it for a moment, and pulls Stevens off the ground. Stevens' face turns bright red as OOO suspends him in the air for a moment. The, OOO drops forward, driving Stevens' face into the mat!)

HS: They call that move the Cristo Connection! This could do it here!

FJ: NOOOO!!!

HS: One! two! th-NO! NO! STEVENS KICKED FREE!!!

FJ: PRAISE ALLAH!!!

(OOO himself shows his frustration as he gets back to his feet. He then kicks him square in the stomach, and hits him with a version of the stone cold stunner, knocking Stevens backwards. Stevens doesn't fall, but yet stumbles into the far corner. He then, slumps down in the corner of the ring, just in time for OOO to see it. He then looks at the crowd, and looks at Stevens knocked out in the corner. He then signals for his trademark cowboy hat!)

HS: It's time for El Rodeo!!!

FJ: I hate this fucking move.

(OOO puts his hat on his head, and signals for El Rodeo. He gets a running start and nail his version of the bronco buster. After a few seconds, OOO gets off of Stevens, and screams out at the crowd, getting a majore reaction. He gets back over to Stevens, who is still laying in the corner. Stevens sees this coming, and pops out of the corner, and is met by a right hand from OOO. He ducks the shot, and gets OOO on his shoulders, and hits what he calls the Krush Rush in which he charges the corner, allowing OOO to hit the turnbuckle! He does it again, and once more for good measure asnd then lets him drop off his shoulder. Stevens then signals for one of his trademark moves; the North Star Driver.)

HS: He's gonna try and end it!

FJ: Finally! Get this guy outta here!

(He puts him up on his shoulders, and goes to drive his had into the mat, but before he can really get a good lock on OOO's head, OOO is able to slip off his shoulder, and puch him to the ropes. Stevens bounces back, and OOO tries to punch him, but Stevens ducks yet another shot, and hooks him up in a Perfectplex and hold it for the pin.)

HS: He has him! 1...2...3!!!

FJ: YES!!! I TOLD YOU SO, SUMMERS!!!!

("Jet Black New Year" kicks up again as Stevens slides out of the ring, smile spread across his face. OOO is in the ring, very upset over his loss.)

HS: "You have to admire the effort by Orlando Ortega. I'm sure there will be next year for this great athlete."

(The cameras switch to the arena parking lot. The scene stays still for a moment, until a cocaine-white Lincoln Continental pulls up to the front of the arena. The car shuts off, and three doors pop open. Then out from the driver's seat comes Jai Williams. Malika comes out of the passenger seat, and Cassius comes out the back. Jai has the No Limits championship rested over his right shoulder, and the tag title strapped around his waist. Malika has her belt over her shoulder as well. The three of them start walking towards the arena.)

Cassius: Are you two ready tonight?

Malika: What do you think? Javex Valerius isn't gonna know what's coming to him. I am goin to show him that his win over me was nothing but a fluke. I am so tired of everyone popping off at the mouth because he pinned me.

Jai: Don't worry, Cassius. I got this in the bag.

Cassius: Good. Just keep everything in order, and we will be fine.

(As they continue walking towards the arena, AWA reporter Mark Keller stops the three of them. He has a mic, and he begins speaking.)

MK: Jai! Malika! Can I ask you a couple of questions?

Jai: You just did.

MK: Well, uhhh...

Jai: Go ahead.

MK: Ok. As you know, the King of the Kage tournament is tonight. What are your thoughts on...

Jai: The King of the Kage tournament doesn't interest me as of right now. I understand, it is a major tournament, but the results have no effect on me, or the Art of War what-so-ever. I have other things to deal with tonight, and the KOTK tourney isn't one of them.

MK: Well, okay. Well, what are your predictions, then?

(Jai simply stares at MK with a mean glare.)

Jai: Next question.

MK: Well, okay. What about Tom Dudely. He is in the building right now as we speak. What are your thoughts heading into this match?

Jai: What are my thoughts? I swear to god, none of you ever listen to anything. This is nothing more than a recurring irritation that I must have to deal with. I have taken care of Dudely before, but he seems to want to come back. It's like a goddamn fly. Pestering, bugging me. Until I have to crush it. And that's what Tom Dudely is facing right now. He thinks that he can beat me? Well, we will see about that after tonight. He'd better be right for his sake, because if he is anything close to what I fought last month, then this is going to be nothing more than you average everyday, microwave fight.

MK: What?

Cassius: A microwave fight. Ya know, three minutes and it's done.

MK: Oh, alright. You and Malika are fresh off stunning the entire AWA by defeating the Canucks for the Tag team championship...

Jai: don't ask me about the Canucks. I don't care about them. But while were are on the subject of the Tag titles, myself and Malika will have our eyes on one other match tonight as well. Ronnie Frown and "The Big Apple Asskisser", I mean "Asskicker" A.C. Smith will be teaming up to take on the Unholy "Heros." The winner of this match will face us for these belts. Now, I really could care less who wins this match, and who becomes the Number one contender, because it will turn out the same. I have taken care of deSade before, and that won't be a problem for me if I have to do it twice. A.C. Smith....please. How many times did I beat him? Oh sure, he got his little bitch made revenge right when I was fresh off losing my No Limits championship to this lovely lady to my left. Other than that, he is zero for the century against me. And it will continue after Shock if he happens to get past The Unholy heros. Draven showed me how he works by totally sleeping on me and Malika when we teamed up before. The only unfamiliar grounds that I have to deal with is Ronnie Frown. I don't know much about him, but after tonight, I can see us getting to know eachother quite well. But, that is all that I want to talkk about right now, Keller, so if you don't mind, get the fuck out of my face.

(Keller does what he is told, and allows the three of them to walk into the arena. Jai, Malika and Cassius begins walking towards their dressing room. The three of them approach the room, and go inside. As Jai opens the door, the camera gets a shot of a hangman's noose, hanging from the ceiling. The camera flashes over towards Malika, who looks livid.)

Malika: What the fuck is this?! Since when is the KKK in fucking Vegas!?!

Jai: It isn't the KKK.

Cassius: Then, what the hell could it be?

Jai: I don't know, but I'm gonna find out.

(Jai rips the noose down from the ceiling, and stares at it as he holds it in his hand. The scene switces back to Summers and Jackson.)

HS: "Unruley young hoodlums."

FJ: "You're so racist!"

HS: "Racist? I said hoodlum!"

FJ: "RACIST!!"

HS: "Ugh!..."

(We go to another commercial and we see the Burger King (as Nightmist) quickly gets up on the ring apron and pulls down on the top rope next to the turnbuckle and KO Kid collapses onto the turnbuckle clutching his jewels. the Burger King gets up and begins to punch at KO Kid as he sits on the top rope. the Burger King climbs up to the top rope and props KO Kid up with him. He then delivers a top rope brain buster, leaving KO Kid motionless in the center of the ring as he pins him for the win! We then cut back to Frank and Herb.)

FJ: "I love these commercials!"

HS: "Very nostalgic of King of the Kages in the past!"

HS: "Ladies and Gentlemen, our Fast Lane Battle Royal is about to start."

FJ: "All the wrestlers are in the ring and ready to go."

(Scotty Mac, Mike Judge, Nightmist, Reno Kidd, Micheal Wolf, Scott Vertigo, Preston Alway, and Geoff Revo stand in all of the ring waiting for the bell to sound. The ref calls for the bell and all the men start nailing on another. Scotty Mac, Mike Judge and Geoff Revo battling it out. Nightmist and Reno Kidd battling it out in one of the corners. Micheal Wolf, Alway, and Vertigo are battling it out in another corner as well. Mike Judge powers out of the double assualt by Mac and Revo. Judge knocks Revo down with a very powerful haymaker. Then he strikes Mac with one and quickly grabs him by his hair and tosses him over the top ropes. Mac lands to the outside with both feet touching.)

HS: "Scotty Mac has just been elimanated."

FJ: "Well so long Mac, don't let the door hit you on your way out."

(Mike Judge now goes to work on the fallen Revo. Nightmist and Reno are battling it out until Nightmist kicks Reno in the gut and hits a DDT. Nightmist picks up Reno to his feet. He whips Reno off the ropes but Reno hangs on to the ropes. Reno turns to the fans telling them he out smarted Nightmist but Nightmist charge him and clotheslines Reno over the top ropes.)

HS: "Now Reno Kidd is elimanated."

FJ: "The King of Pain is surely dealing out the pain tonight."

(Micheal Wolf comes over and starts attacking the King of Pain with rights and lefts. Alway is stomping away on Vertigo who is sitting down in the corner getting stomped in the face. Revo and Judge battling it out with rights and lefts until Judge goes low and kicks Revo in the jewels. Judge takes advantage and hits Revo with the Truth Serum. Revo is now down and out as Judge now goes over and starts attacking Vertigo with Alway. Nightmist is about to get elimanated by Wolf until he spits his Misty Blue into Wolf's eyes. Wolf starts screaming as he can't see anything. Nightmist grabs Wolf by his hair and tosses him over the top ropes.)

HS: "Wolf has now been elimanated."

FJ: "He's more like a poodle then a Wolf."

(Nightmist goes over to help Judge and Alway put Vertigo away. Alway lifts up Vertigo as he signals to Nightmist to knock him over the ropes with a clothesline. Nightmist charges at Vertigo and nails him with a clothesline that sends him over the top ropes.)

HS: "Now Scott Vertigo is out."

FJ : "Uno, dos, tres... catorce..."

HS: "Shut up Frank.'

(Nightmist stands in one corner while Judge in another and Alway in another and Revo in the last corner. Alway and Revo charge at one another while Judge and Nightmist cirlce one another. Alway delivers rights and lefts on Revo. Revo ducks one and Alway's momentum sends him almost over the ropes. Revo comes up from behind Alway and pushes him over the top ropes.)

HS: "Alway has been elimanated!"

FJ: "To bad for him." (In reality Alway is not elimanated because both feet haven't touched. He ishanging to dear life with both hands. He finally gets the strength he needs and pulls himself back into the ring just like HBK.)

HS: "Alway isn't elimanated, he managed to save himself."

(Revo has his back turned to Alway who just came back into the ring. Alway quickly spins Revo around and kicks him in the gut. He then lifts him up on his shoulders.)

HS: "Looks like Alway is looking for his finishing move."

FJ: "Isn't his finishing move internet lango?"

(Alway walks over near the ropes with Revo still on his shoulders. He postions himself carefully as he spins Revo in mid air nailing The OMGWTFOWN3D! Revo's throat comes across the top ropes as he falls to the outside being elimanated from this match.)

HS: "Alway just elimanated Revo.'

FJ: "Isn't he fired yet?"

(Judge and Nightmist stop their fighting to realize that its now down to three of them. Alway, Judge, and Nightmist circle one another trying to figure out who will make the first move. Judge makes the first move and feints a attack on Nightmist but quickly retracts and nails Alway. Alway backsway dazed from the punch as Judge goes to work on Alway. Nightmist the veteran he is waits in the corner resting watching his foes fight one another. Alway battles back and gains the advantage on Judge. He quickly irish whips Judge off the ropes but Judge hangs on to the ropes. Alway charges him looking for his clothesline but Judge moves and Alway goes flying over the top rope. Alway is barely hanging on by both hands. Judge comes over to Alway trying to elimanate him. Alway gains some strength and pulls his legs up. He locks Judge in a hurracarana and tosses Judge over the ropes. Judge lands on his back on the outside.)

HS: "Judge has been elimanated. Now its down to the last two. Who ever wins this match will surely rise up in ranking as a wrestler."

FJ: "Well Nightmist is already one of the greats."

HS: "True but he hasn't been around here in sometime to prove it. There are some new greats now."

(Nightmist and Alway stare down one another. Alway extends his hand to Nightmist. Nightmist shakes it as the two get ready for combat.)

HS: "These two showing some class here."

(Alway and Nightmist lock up. Nightmist gets the advantage and locks Alway in a headlock. Alway pushes Nightmist torwards the ropes to break the headlock. Nightmist comes back and nails a huge clothesline on Alway. Nightmist bends down to lock in something but Alway counters with a arm toss from the ground postion. Alway gets to his feet as does Nightmist. The fans start cheering "Nightmist and Alway rule!" Nightmist and Alway tie up again but Nightmist gets a knee to the gut in and quickly takes Alway down with a snap suplex. Alway rolls around for a little bit in pain from the suplex. Nightmist is back on his feet stalking Alway. Alway gets to his feet as Nightmist charges in for a move but Alway trips him. Nightmist goes through the second rope and onto the outside.)

HS: "Nightmist is still legal."

FJ: "Damn I thought this match was over."

(Nightmist rolls over under the ring. He emerges from out from under the ring with a table. He sets up the table on the outside as he rolls back into the ring. Alway stomps away on Nightmist until Nightmist gets to a knee and starts battling back with rights and lefts. Nightmist finally gets to a vertical base and battles Alway. He whips Alway into the ropes. He bends down looking for a back drop but Alway comes back and kicks Nightmist in the face. Nightmist is dazed from the kick and lands against the ropes. Alway nails a clothesline and Nightmist falls over the top ropes but lands on the apron saving himself. He quickly gets to his feet and pulls Alway over the top rope. Alway lands on the apron as well. He gets to his feet as him and Nightmist exchange blows. Nightmist ducks one of Alway's blows and kicks Alway in the gut. He sets Alway up for Hell's Inferno(without the flaming table). He powerbombs Alway onto the table while he stays on the apron hanging onto the ropes. Nightmist climbs back into the ring raising his arms in victory.)

HS: "Ladies and Gentlemen the winner of the Fast Lane Battle Royal, Nightmist."

FJ: "I knew he would win."

HS: "I'm sure you did."

(We cut to another commercial featuring the Burger King (as Nightmist again) and Big Bad Blue in a match. Both men lie on the mat, breathing heavily, as the Burger King gets up, and pulls Blue up. He then rams Blue's head into the turnbuckle as he places him on the second rope. He then stands up as if to go for the let down, only for Blue to suddenly nail him low, then pick up the doubled over the Burger King for The Blue Equalizer! He then jumps off, swinging the Burger King around, only for the Burger King to suddenly land on his feet and push Blue so that he falls FACE FIRST! the Burger King then locks on the gum shoe, as the ref immediately checks on Big Blue, seeing the last blow knocked him out and immediately rings the bell! We go back to Herb and Frank.)

HS: "Wow, Big Bad Blue"

FJ: "What happened to that guy?"

HS: "I dunno."

FJ: "Oh."

HS: "We are about to start our second King of the Kage tournament match and this one promises to be a good one!"

FJ: "We're going to see my old buddy, Jeff Christianson, facing my new buddy, Terry James, for a chance to move onto the second round! This could get very heated too, since both men have physically and mentally attacked one another many times over the last few months. You know, I always like it when we get to see some extra violence. More chance for blood."

HS: "It's always about blood for you, but this match doesn't have to see any. These two could make a very competitive, athletic match. I would much rather see that then a blood bath."

FJ: "Whatever, that's your loss."

(The lights go out again in the arena and, as they do, a huge white DW appears across the video screen. "My Life" by The Geto Boys blares over the PA and the crowd begins to cheer. We see a blue strobe light race throughout the arena, as well as clips throughout the career of Jeff Christianson. Suddenly, we see a huge pyro explosion on stage as the lights come back on. Standing under the DW is Jeff Christianson! The Dark Warrior has a stern look on his face as he starts to walk to the ring in his red and white jumpsuit. Jeff Christianson slaps a lot of hands on the way down do the ring. Once he reaches the ring apron, he jumps on it, and then walks around to the camera side. He turns around and throws his hood off. We see him pose for a couple of pictures before stepping through the ropes. Christianson walks over to the other side, and jumps up on the turnbuckle, holding his arms up. The crowd cheers the hall of fame inductee. He hops down and walks to the other side, throwing his arms up again. Once again, the crowd cheers loudly.)

HS: "Here is one of this year's hall of fame inductees and the Dark Warrior definitely deserves this honour. He has won every title there is to win in the AWA, making him the fourth grand slam champion in the history of this company. He was awarded breakthrough wrestler of the year in 2002. This year, at Classic, he gets to add AWA Hall of Famer to that extensive resume!"

FJ: "He didn't win all the titles Herb. He hasn't won the women's title."

HS: "As far as I know, no man has."

FJ: "I hope no man has…"

(The opening guitar of "Thunderstruck" by AC/DC starts to play. The lights in the arena flash on and off for a few seconds before staying off. On the first "Thunder" the lights starts flashing on and off again. On the second "Thunder" Terry comes out onto the stage with an ECW Canadian flag in his hands, stopping just before the ramp. The crowd starts to boo loudly at Terry. He looks to both sides, waving the flag and showing it off to the crowd, before walking down the ramp with a cocky grin on his face. Terry stops at the end of the ramp and gets onto his knees. He then raises the flag in his right hand up to the ceiling and keeps it there for three seconds as pyro jets shoot out, back and forward, along the top of the ramp in rapid-fire fashion. Terry then gets up and runs to the ring, sliding in under the ropes. He stops in the middle of the ring and quickly kips up as a pyro jet shoots from each turnbuckle. He shows off his flag once more to the crowd before placing it by the ring steps in his corner. The crowd is buzzing with anticipation as the two men start to walk around the ring.)

HS: "Terry James has certainly been making his presence felt on AWA TV, as has pretty much everyone in the pay per view. Can he convert that into a win for his first truly high profile match in his career?"

FJ: "I know he can, Herb! This guy has a lot of wrestling ability, even though he's relatively new to the AWA in comparison to Jeff Christianson. He's been on top of the tag team division with Xtreme Jeff for the majority of this year so far. Pretty soon, he'll be back there again."

HS: "There's no denying that Terry James has talent in the ring. But, Jeff Christianson isn't exactly horrible."

(The ref calls for the bell and the match officially starts with a collar and elbow tie-up in the middle of the ring. Christianson is able to get Terry in a side headlock, but Terry is quick to shove him into the ropes. Christianson rebounds off the ropes and Terry catches him with an arm drag. Christianson pops back up into another. Terry runs into the ropes and looks for a clothesline, but Christianson has it scouted. Christianson drops down to the mat and catches Terry with a drop toe hold, but Terry rolls through it and back up to his feet. Terry continues into the ropes and leaps up to the top rope, springboarding off for a moonsault. Christianson is able to roll to the side, but Terry lands on his feet! Christianson turns around and Terry nails him with dropkick to the face! Christianson gets sent back and flips over the ropes, landing on the outside!)

HS: "Terry caught Christianson after a great display of athleticism!"

FJ: "That's why they call him high-flying and electrifying!"

(Terry looks outside as the ref is now at the count of three. He runs into the opposite ropes, then leaps up to the top rope. He springboards off and hits the rising Christianson with a corkscrew plancha! Both men are down as the crowd is going wild!)

HS: "Terry doesn't seem to want to have Christianson getting any time to recuperate on the outside. That's a good strategy, but he is hurting himself in the process, which is not such a good strategy, especially in a tournament like this."

FJ: "Terry can do that kind of thing all night, don't you worry about that."

(Terry is the first to get up and he quickly helps Christianson up to his feet once he reaches his own. He rolls Christianson into the ring at the count of seven, then gets up onto the apron. Christianson gets up and Terry once again hits him with a corkscrew plancha! Terry goes for the pin!)

"One!"

"Tw-"

HS: "Christianson kicks out after a long one count. It looks like he still has a lot of wind in his sails for now. It's too early in the match for either of these men to stay down I think."

FJ: "Either way, the momentum of the match is in Terry's hands right now."

(Terry quickly floats over after the kick out to apply a side headlock on the downed Christianson. Christianson begins to fight to a vertical base, though, using punches with his arm furthest from Terry to weaken the hold. Just when Christianson looks like he is going to escape it, Terry quickly takes him over with the side headlock being maintained. Christianson starts to fight up again, the headlock taking its toll on his energy. He starts to flail his free arm around, the crowd getting behind him to get out of the hold. Christianson gives Terry an elbow that jerks the Canuck slightly. He gives him a second, then a third, then a fourth. Each time Terry loses the hold slightly and the crowd gets louder. Terry doesn't allow a fifth elbow though as he runs into the ropes and launches off of them, nailing Christianson with a spinning DDT! Terry covers again!)

"One!"

"Two!"

HS: "Christianson kicks out again! But look, Terry is already going to yet another side headlock!"

FJ: "He knows Christianson will be worn down if he can keep this up. A worn down Christianson won't do to well against the explosive style of Terry James!"

(Terry has Christianson in a side headlock at a vertical base, but Christianson suddenly powers upwards and hits Terry with a northern lights suplex! The crowd cheers as he holds on with a bridge!)

"One!"

HS: "Terry kicks out easily! Although, Christianson has finally gotten away from the side headlocks of Terry."

(Christianson is the first up this time and he is quick to apply a hammer lock to Terry. Terry reverses the move into a hammer lock of his own! Christianson reverses the reverse into a front facelock! Terry reverses the reverse of the reverse into an arm wrench! Christianson reverses the reverse of the reverse of the reverse into an Irish Whip! Terry rebounds off the ropes and Christianson nails him with a spinebuster! Christianson pins!)

"One!"

"Two!"

HS: "Kick out by Terry James! That was a great display of both men's technical abilities. Christianson got the better of Terry on that one though."

(Terry rolls over to all fours and gets up to his feet, but Christianson is waiting with a spin wheel kick that send Terry back down to the mat. Terry stumbles back up to his feet and Christianson takes him over with a snap suplex. Christianson holds on and hits another snap suplex on Terry. He holds on and hits another one. He holds on again and hits a fourth snap suplex, this time letting go. He covers Terry, who was arching his back in pain beforehand!)

"One!"

"Two!"

HS: "Terry kicks out once again! Wait, Christianson has him in the ankle lock!"

(The crowd is going nuts as Christianson has just caught Terry with a standing ankle lock as Terry went to get up from his kick out! Terry struggles to get to the ropes, but he does after a few moments and Christianson is forced to release his hold! Christianson quickly pulls Terry back by the leg into the middle of the ring, but Terry uses the momentum to hit Christianson with an enzuigiri! Christianson is rocked as he stumbles back. Terry gets up and hits Christianson with a spinning heel kick that takes him down. Terry gets up, and immediately goes for Christianson's legs, crossing them over his and turning into the Thunderbolt!)

FJ: "Terry has Christianson in the Thunderbolt!"

HS: "He may just tap here! That move is not only a sharp shooter, but an ankle lock as well on that leg that is usually free."

(Christianson is in pain as he tries not to tap out. The ropes are close by and he would only have to inch his way over there, then reach as far as he could. Christianson sees this and quickly pulls himself forward, putting even more pressure on his legs. However, it is worth it as he is able to lunge and reach the ropes! Terry breaks the hold and kicks the bottom rope out of frustration, but quickly gets back to Christianson afterwards. He helps a slowly rising Christianson to his feet and kicks him in the gut. Terry locks in an arm wrench, then hits Christianson in the face with a toe kick! Terry quickly helps him back up before sending him back down with a body slam. Terry follows the body slam with a standing moonsault and covers!)

"One!"

"Two!"

HS: "No! Kick out by Christianson!"

FJ: "I'm wondering how many more kick outs Christianson is going to have in this match. He's been on a tremendous losing streak."

HS: "That is very true, but Christianson has said he is going to turn it around in this tournament. This is his first test to doing so."

(Terry gets back up to his feet and pulls Christianson into the middle of the ring. He steps over for the Thunderbolt! Christianson turns and gives him a kick in the ass to shove him off. Terry stumbles into the ropes and bounces back into a drop toe hold. Christianson quickly puts one leg in an Indian death lock, but Terry is quick to roll and trip Christianson in the process! Terry and Christianson scramble to their feet and Terry takes Christianson over with an arm drag. Christianson pops back up and Terry hits a drop kick to the knees. Christianson falls forward and Terry runs into the ropes behind Christianson, then catches Christianson with a running bull dog. Christianson flips over to his back and Terry runs into the ropes again, this time coming off with a lionsault. Christianson rolls away and Terry lands on his feet, but Christianson is quick to give him a kick to the stomach this time. Terry doubles over and Christianson spikes his head into the mat with a viscous DDT! Christianson lies there for a bit, slightly exhausted, before rolling over and pinning Terry!)

"One!"

"Two!"

HS: "Three! No! Terry puts a fist into the air to get his shoulder off at the last second!"

FJ: "Man, there's so much happening in such quick bursts! How do these guys still going at that pace?"

HS: "They both want that King of the Kage 2006 title beside their name, Frank. It's something they will both fight very hard for."

(Christianson slams the mat, arguing with the ref that it was three. The ref is having none of it though and Christianson quickly goes back to Terry, who is on his hands and knees and getting to the ropes. Christianson stalks behind Terry and quickly dives under him as he gets to his feet. He lifts him up into an electric chair drop, but Terry suddenly shifts his weight and tumbles into a rolling clutch pin!)

"One!"

"Two!"

HS: "Three! No! Christianson kicked out at the last second! Terry James almost took the match with that amazing pinning reversal!"

(Terry slams the mat and rolls over to the ropes to get himself up. Christianson uses the ropes nearby and the two reach their feet at the same time. Christianson catches Terry with a quick clothesline, but Terry gets back up quickly. Christianson gives Terry a jab, then another, then another, then another. The crowd counts loudly as he reaches ten, then takes Terry down with one giant punch! Christianson raises his arms, pumped up now on what could be considered a second wind. The crowd is behind him as well as Terry now stumbles back up to his feet. Christianson ducks under a stray clothesline from Terry and picks him up into a Death Valley driver! Terry slides off the back of Christianson before he can hit it and catches him with a German suplex! Terry bridges for the pin!)

"One!"

"Two!"

HS: "Three!! No! I can't believe Christianson just kicked out at the last second again!"

FJ: "Where is he getting this from?"

(Terry rolls off of Christianson, lying on his back for a breather. The ref starts a ten count. One…Two…Three…Four…Five…Christianson and Terry start to stir…Six…Seven…Terry suddenly kips up and the fans can't help but cheer as he starts to stalk a slowly rising Christianson!)

HS: "The crowd here in Las Vegas is actually cheering Terry James!"

FJ: "These two guys have put on a great show and I think the fans are appreciating it."

HS: "I suppose so. Neither man has used any underhanded tactics either, which we know they both like to do sometimes."

(Terry is getting riled up as he waits for Christianson to get to is feet. Christianson gets up and Terry springs forward with a Thunder Strike! Christianson catches Terry's leg and looks for the ankle lock! Terry is able to summersault and throw Christianson off. Terry gets up as Christianson rebounds off the ropes and both men nail each other with a clothesline! Both men are down and neither is moving very much! The ref starts the ten count. One…Two…Three…Four…Five…Six…Terry is now starting to get over to his hands and knees, as is Christianson…Seven…Terry and Christianson are using the ropes to get up and the ref stops his ten count at eight. Terry lunges forward and Christianson gets nailed with a Thunder Strike! Christianson drops like a ton of bricks, but so does Terry!)

FJ: "Christianson's been Thunderstruck!"

HS: "Yes, but Terry is too tired to capitalize!"

(Terry lies on the mat, trying to get himself to roll over. He eventually does and crawls over to the limp body of Christianson. He drapes an arm over for the pin!)

HS: "One!"

FJ: "Two!"

HS: "Three!!! Terry James has won this match!"

FJ: "Wait, Christianson has his foot on the rope!"

(Frank is right and the ref points this out to a very upset Terry James! Terry rolls over to his back again as he needs a breather once more. Christianson rolls to the ropes. Terry starts to get up, as does Christianson with the ropes. The crowd is just going nuts as the two men are still finding the strength to get up! Christianson gets up and kicks Terry in the gut as he reaches his vertical base. Terry doubles over and Christianson hooks his arms, then drives him down with a pedigree! Terry stays on his front as Christianson falls off to the side!)

HS: "Christianson just has to turn Terry over and pin him!"

FJ: "There he goes! He's got the pin!"

HS: "One!"

FJ: "Two!"

HS: "Three!!! No! Oh my god! Terry James just kicked out of the pedigree from Christianson!"

FJ: "He took too long to turn Terry over for the pin and now both men are having trouble getting up!"

(The two men get a four count each, but suddenly something surprising happens. Terry is the first to get to his feet! Terry motions with his hands for a 450 splash as he heads to the top turnbuckle! The ref tells Terry to be careful with the high risk, but the Canuck obviously doesn't listen. However, he will for ever wish he did as Christianson was playing possum and quickly runs up the turnbuckles, grabbing Terry around the waist as he is just reaching the top! Christianson sends Terry crashing down to the mat with a German suplex off the top rope! Terry lands very awkwardly on his head and flips over to his stomach as Christianson holds onto the turnbuckle with his legs!)

HS: "Terry James landed very awkwardly on his head there! I think he may just be knocked out!"

(Christianson falls from his draping position on the turnbuckle and gets to his feet. He sees Terry is motionless on his stomach and quickly locks in a grapevine ankle lock! However, Terry doesn't even react and the ref quickly calls for the bell! Christianson gets up and raises his arms in victory as "My Life" by The Geto Boys blares over the PA system!)

HS: "It's over! Christianson is moving on after Terry James was knocked out by a horrible landing from that top rope German suplex!"

FJ: "I can't believe it ended like that!"

HS: "Neither can I, quite frankly. Both these men just kept going at each other. I though one would best the other for a pin or submission, but the match was cut short due to Terry being knocked out. If I know these two men, I'd say they both won't think this is settled just yet."

(Some time passes, but we see Terry James walk into his locker room and Xtreme Jeff is sitting on the couch, drinking his vodka)

Terry: "Where the hell did you get that?!"

XTJ: "Uh, this?" (he points the bottle in his right hand) "It was in my pants."

Terry: "Give me that!"

(Terry grabs the bottle off Jeff's hand and goes to the nearby sink, then starts flushing down the vodka.)

XTJ: "What the hell man?! I brought this to drink with you!"

Terry: "Alright enough Jeff, you'll end up in trouble and getting me into trouble at the same time. Look, I'll go shower, don't you move."

XTJ: "Well I can't really go far, you said I can't get out of the locker room."

Terry: "That's it, wait here, ill come back."

(As Jeff nods, Terry quickly goes into the bathroom, Jeff gets up and walks toward Terry luggage and start browsing through. After a couple of seconds he gets a key in his hands. He leaves the locker room.)

FJ: "Some night for Jeff, eh?"

HS: "Yeah, looks like it."

("Thug Lord: The New Testament (Outro)" by Yukmouth ft Kokane starts to play as Jai Williams makes his way to the top of the ramp with Malika. They strike a pose with Jai holding up the No Limits Title and his Tag Title. Malika holds her Tag Title above her head. The two of them make thier way down the ramp towards the ring to a mixture of boos and cheers. They get into the ring and await Jai's opponent.)

("Superstar" by Saliva starts to play as Tom Dudely walks out to the top of the ramp with a cocky strut. A red carpet rolls out leading to the ring as Papparazzi surround Tom clicking away with their cameras. Tom pulls his shades down and looks out into the crowd. He blows a kiss to some of the ladies before strutting down the ramp to the ring. He climbs the steps into the ring and walks over to the corner. He fakes hopping onto the turnbuckle, much to the dismay of the crowd and instead turns around to face Jai and Malika.)

HS: Tom Dudely is making his first appearance back in the AWA here tonight, after being taken out about a month ago by Jai Williams and Malika.

FJ: Tonight's going to have the same ending. Jai and Malika have been on a roll. There's no way they're gonna lose tonight.

HS: Let's not forget that Tom is only facing Jai, and Tom came pretty close to beating Jai the last time they met.

(Malika climbs out of the ring and the bell sounds to start the match. Tom immediately spears Jai to the mat and starts hitting him with right hands to the side of the head.)

HS: The match is off to a quick start.

FJ: Let's hope for a quick finish. I want to find out who the King of the Kage is going to be.

(Jai struggles to get away, but Tom keeps hammering away on him. Malika spits water in Tom's face making him hesitate just enough for Jai to push him off. Jai quickly rolls out of the ring to regain his composure and talk to Malika. Tom runs across the ring and dives through the ropes onto Jai and Malika.)

HS: Jai has insulted Tom's heart and determination. I think that Tom may be out to prove him wrong.

FJ: I think that Tom just wants to get some gold around his waist.

HS: That too.

(Tom gets back to his feet. Jai and Malika soon follow. Tom attempts to slide back into the ring, but Jai grabs his leg and pulls him back out to the floor. Malika hits Tom with a dropkick in the back that knocks to his hands and knees. Jai drops an elbow onto the back of Tom's head that sends him the rest of the way down. Malika and Jai start stomping on Tom as the referee tries to keep Malika from getting involved.)

FJ: That's not gonna happen Ref. Tom's screwed.

HS: There are no rules outside of the ring. Tom's only hope to keep from being double teamed is to get back in the ring.

FJ: Or to have someone else help him. Let's face it though. Tom's not the most loved person backstage.

(Jai and Malika stop stomping on Tom. The roll Tom back into the ring and Jai makes the cover. 1...2... Kick out! Tom barely kicks out. Jai gets back to his feet and stomps on Tom some more. Jai attempts to push Tom back out of the ring, but Tom grabs him by his pants and tosses him between the ropes to the floor. Tom slowly starts pulling himself up using the ropes. Jai hops back onto the ring apron to climb back in. Tom, with a sudden burst of energy, slides between Jai's legs to the floor. Tom pulls Jai's legs out from under him, making him fall back to the floor and hitting his head on the apron. Tom turns around and nail Malika with a right hand that catches her off guard. She stumbles back a step and gets hit with another right hand. Tom then whips Malika into the ring steps. Tom turns around and ducks a clothesline from Jai. They both turn around to face each other and Tom hits Jai with a belly to belly suplex. Malika comes from behind and nails Tom with a chair to the back sending him to the ground.)

HS: That'll stop Tom's momentum dead.

FJ: He'll be lucky to get up after that hit.

(Malika hits Tom a couple more times for good measure before rolling him back into the ring. She then helps Jai back into the ring to make the cover. 1... 2... 3... NO!!! Tom kicks out just before the referee's hand hits the mat. Jai walks over to the ropes to tell something to Malika. Malika grabs a bag from under the ring and hands it to Jai. Jai sets the bag down and walks back over to Tom. Tom surprises Jai with a roll up into a small package. 1... 2... Kick Out!)

HS: Jai Williams had better watch out. Tom just showed that he can pull out a surprise or two if he wants. He could easily win this match with something like that.

(Jai is quickly back to his feet as Tom starts to climb back to his own. Jai runs at Tom but Tom drops him with a drop toe hold. Tom immediately locks in an STF. Jai struggles for a moment before realizing that he's right next to the ropes. Jai grabs the bottom rope and Tom is forced to let go. Jai slides out of the ring, obviously frustrated.)

FJ: Jai is pretty pissed off that Tom seems to be able to get out of anything that Jai throws his way.

HS: Dudely is definately determined.

(Jai reaches under the ring and pulls out a table. He has Malika help him set it up outside the ring. Tom climbs out of the ring and Jai slides back in. Tom attempts to slide back into the ring, but Malika grabs his leg and pulls him back out. Tom and Malika grapple for position in front of the table. Jai gets a running start and does a flipping senton over the top rope. Malika and Tom both move out of the way and Jai crashes through the table.)

HS: That could spell the end for Jai William's title reign.

FJ: Jai is the greatest No Limit's Champion ever. He's not gonna go down without a fight.

Tom grabs a kendo stick from under the ring and gets back to his feet. He turns around to see Malika running at him. He reaches back with the kendo stick and... WHACK!!! Tom brings the Kendo stick around hard into Malika's arm. She immediately goes down holding her arm. Tom reaches under the ring and grabs another table. He sets it up on the other side of the ring. Then, Tom grabs the bag that Jai had brought into the ring. He opens the bag and pours hundreds of tacks onto the table. Tom walks over to where Jai is still lying in the pieces of the table that he went through and lifts him to his feet. Tom drags Jai over to where the tack covered table is set up. Jai snaps out of his stupor and takes a wild swing at Tom. Tom ducks under and wraps his arms around Jai's waist. Tom lifts Jai and smashes him through the table with a german suplex.)

FJ: That was amazing!

HS: Amazing is right! Tom Dudely just put himself and Jai Williams through the tack covered table. Jai looks to have taken most of the hit, but Tom's feeling it too.

(Both men are laid out in the shattered table. After about a minute, Tom is unsteadily back to his feet. He regains his balance and lifts Jai to his feet, rolling him into the ring. Tom makes the cover. 1... 2... Tom is pulled out of the ring by Malika. Tom turns around and blocks a punch from Malika. Tom hit's Malika with a punch of his own. They exchange puches a few times before Tom hits Malika with a knee to the gut followed by a DDT. Tom rolls back into the ring, keeping his eye on Malika. He gets back to his feet and turns around just in time to see Jai coming off the top rope with a DDT. Jai connects and makes the cover. 1...2...3!!!)

HS: Jai Williams retains the No Limits Championship after hitting Pop Tha Trunk on Tom Dudely.

FJ: I told you that Jai is the greatest No Limits Champion ever.

HS: What's happening now?

(Malika climbs into the ring with Jai. They stand over Tom, who's still down. After a moment, they both start laying in the boots. A few seconds into the beating, a cheer can be heard arise from the crowd as AWA's newest acquisition, Matt Ward, runs down the ramp. He slides into the ring. Jai and Malika slide out of the ring on the opposite side. They make thier way around to the ramp as Matt checks on Tom in the middle of the ring.)

HS: That was dispicable. Tom Dudely, in his first match back since being beaten down by Art of War a few weeks back, is in the same predicament.

FJ: If it wasn't for Matt Ward, Tom might have been crippled at the hands of Art of War.

HS: Maybe we'll find out next week on Shock why Matt Ward saved Tom Dudely.

(There Is total Darkness, Blue LIGHTS gleam into the arena, we hear a voice belt out..

"You THOUGHT I WAS DONE?"

(We hear Whoop That Trick Blaze on the speakers, we see four men carrying Rawstarr on a throne coming from backstage. He is wearing a crown and mink fur coat.)

HS: "Look its Rawstarr!"

FJ: "Ahh here we go again...(scarcastically)"

(Rawstarr Arrives in the ring and is slowly placed down, and he stands up and looks around. Drops his fur coat and grabs a microphone.)

Rawstarr: "I have left for a while, doing what was necessary. I visited Africa enjoying the legal activities over there. And as I sat back looking at what has changed in the AWA in my month in a half absence I look at it and am just filled will utter disgust. So, many people have come back, so many people are thinking that just because they have a little title that they are unbreakable. I laugh at them."

"This today is the Dawn of a new era, no more second guessing no more laying out waiting for stuff to dry. This is what we call the era of the Prince. For Now on you little tidbit of announcers, people, even you low grade wrestlers back stage, you for now on call me his Royal Majesty. Or just simply Prince Rawstarr, there is no ifs ands but or anything about. I am back and I'm on a mission simply to leave the legacy and run over all those who try and attempt to appose me. This isn't a game anymore, GAME OVER."

(Rawstarr sits back down on his Thrown, and is carried back to the back of the arena.)

HS: "What's that about?"

FJ: "Great...looks like Rawstarr is coming back..."

(We cut to another Burger King commercial with the Burger King as Drake Hyde. Snakebite sees the Burger King as he walks over, and picks the Burger King up almost for an atomic drop, but sets the Burger King up on the top of the turnbuckle. He then stands up, as he locks on a dragon suplex!

Herb: The Snakebitten!

(Snakebite looks to jump off, when he suddenly looks up! He pauses, his face changing various emotions as he lets go of the Burger King. the Burger King uses this to recover, as he turns around, then kicks Snakebite in the ribs, doubling him over, as he then picks him up and brings them off the top for a in memory of D! He covers for the win! We cut back to Frank and Herb.)

HS: "I love those commercials."

FJ: "They put your voice in it, but where was mine?"

HS: "Apparently they didn't want it in there."

FJ: "They don't know what they're missing."

HS: "It's time for Jayson Price versus NHL."

FJ: "The winner goes on to face Low."

HS: "Or Logan Alexander."

FJ: "This should be a good match regardless. I mean, anyone with a wife in the porn business should win their respective match."

(Green, blue, red, and white lights flash as we hear the beginnings of an orchestra playing their tuning chord before they start playing. After that we hear a chorus sing two notes and then the heavy riff of "Symphony of Destruction" by Megadeth begins to play around the arena. NHL emerges from the back and stands at the base of the ramp for a few seconds. He looks down at the ramp with a focused look in his face and then moves down the ramp after standing there for about 10 seconds. As he walks towards the ring, his focus and intensity is emanating from him as the fans around him cheer his name and scream for his victory. NHL walks around ringside and up the ring steps by the time keeper before entering the ring and climbing the opposite turnbuckle. He raises his arms in the air and then points to himself and the ring. He hops down and heads to the adjacent corner and hops onto the second turnbuckle and raises his arms into the air and then lowers his left hand, leaving his right arm in the air before hopping down into the ring.)

HS: "NHL looks ready. He wants Stevens. We can tell by the look on his face."

FJ: "But can he make it that far? That's the question. Price is one of the toughest wrestlers in the business."

HS: "That's true. This has all the makings of a World Title bout..."

FJ: "Both have held the strap at a point in their career."

("Where Do You Draw The Line" by From Autumn To Ashes blares over the PA. The crowd begins to boo as Jayson Price emerges from the dressing room.)

HS: "NHL is obviously the guy the crowd wants to win."

FJ: "They wanted other guys to win, but that hasn't stopped them from being wrong before."

(Jayson Price slowly makes his way down the aisle. We see him look up, eyes locked on the cage. He rolls into the ring and removes his title belt. He hands it to the referee. He looks over at NHL who's in the center of the ring. He goes, and they stand face to face.)

HS: "You can't cut this tension with a knife."

FJ: "Let me try."

HS: "Frank put that knife away."

(The bell rings. They lock up. NHL goes for a quick go behind. Misery immediately hooks NHL's leg, and goes for a drop toe hold, forcing NHL to break the hold and brace his fall to the mat. Misery floats over for a side headlock. NHL slowly begins to power out of it. At the last second, he grabs Misery's legs forcing Misery to break the hold and brace his back to the mat. NHL applies what looks to be a ankle lock. Jayson Price quickly crawls to the ropes, and the referee forces NHL to break the hold. The crowd begins to cheer as Jayson Price joins NHL in the middle of the ring.)

HS: "Everyone talks about Low and Jeff Christianson being great techincal wrestlers, but these two are no slouches."

FJ: "Believe me, it shows. I wasn't expecting to see this. NHL could finally get over the hump... but then again, Misery did take the week off. This is going to be a tough outing for both of them."

HS: "Indeed."

(They lock up. Misery takes advantage and goes for a side headlock. NHL counters with a double leg take down, then bridges over for a pin. One... Two... Misery powers out and reverses it with a backslide pin. One... Two... NHL kicks out. As both men reach their feet, Misery executes a dropkick to send NHL down. Misery now applies a neck vice.)

HS: "Jayson Price finally takes control of this match."

FJ: "But can he keep it? Both of these men apparently looked a lot of tape on each other. They seem to know each other well."

(Misery sees NHL trying to get out of the hold. He quickly changes to a dragon sleeper hold. NHL quickly bridges, his body and jumps in the air. Misery can't balance him, and is forced to let the hold go as NHL slips over his back. NHL executes a German suplex. He bridges for the pin. One... Two... Misery kicks out. NHL quickly pulls him up and executes a snap suplex, floating over for the pin. One... Two... Misery kicks out again.)

HS: "NHL is going for some early pin attempts."

FJ: "I wouldn't blame him. This is a long one night tournament. It can take a toll on your body. The best thing to do is eliminate your oppisition before he can eliminate you... and if you can steal one after a quick move, then good. You advance and the other guy sits in the back wondering what happened!"

HS: "Frank, you can stop screaming."

FJ: "Sorry."

(NHL now tries to help Misery to his feet, but Misery grabs NHL's head and small packages him. One... Two... NHL kicks out. NHL quickly charges Misery, but Misery nails him with an arm drag takeover. Misery reaches down to pick NHL up, but NHL attempts a small package of his own. One... Two... Misery kicks out. NHL gets up. Misery quickly kicks him into the stomach. He picks him up as if he's going for a Butterfly powerbomb, but drops him face first on his knees!)

HS and FJ: "LIFE'S FINAL JEST!"

(Misery quickly goes for the cover. One... Two...)

FJ: "No way."

HS: "NHL KICKED OUT"

FJ: "But Misery hit that out of nowhere."

(NHL tries to roll out of the ring, but Misery quickly walks over to him. In a frustration, he applies the pointless struggle. We see NHL reaching out for the ropes, but having trouble grabbing it.)

HS: "Misery is going all out for this match. He could be one step closer to the AWA Classic Main Event if he wins this."

FJ: "NHL could be one step farther from the AWA World Heavyweight Title if he taps out here."

(NHL's hand hits the mat once, but quickly grabs the ropes. The referee tries to force Misery to break. He holds on for a mandatory four count and then breaks.)

HS: "He cheated!"

FJ: "No, it's only cheating if he holds on for five. He played by the rules."

(Misery pulls NHL to the middle of the ring and goes for the pin. One... Two... NHL kicks out. Misery seems livid as he pulls NHL up to his feet. Misery just grabs NHL with one hand, and nails a huge backbreaker. But he doesn't stop there, he begins to put the boots to NHL, forcing NHL to roll towards the ropes. Before NHL can completely roll off the apron, Misery picks him up. We see NHL punch him into the stomach, which stuns Misery. They begin trading punches. NHL gets the advantage. He walks Misery's head over to the turnbuckle, but Misery sticks his foot up to block it. He quickly nails a knife edge chop, which nearly sent NHL off the ring apron. Misery grabs NHL's head and slams it off the ring post. He keeps a hold of NHL and then puts him in a suplex position. He nails a brainbuster, successfully bringing NHL back in the ring. He goes for the cover. One... Two...)

HS: "The referee just noticed NHL's foot was under the ropes."

FJ: "I can't believe this. Misery has been dominating this match. He should have won it three or four times already."

HS: "It seems NHL's heart is keeping him in this thing."

FJ: "Heart can only take you so far."

(Misery now begins to jaw with the referee, but doesn't completly lose his focus. He sees NHL has pulled himself up by the ropes. NHL backs right into a Tiger Suplex. Instead of going for the cover, Misery picks NHL up as he's going for a Tombstone. Misery instead, nails a sitout tombstone but the momentum of NHL hitting the mat bounces him in the air... then he begins to roll right out of the ring.)

HS: "This match is over. All he has to do to advance is roll NHL back inside."

FJ: "I can't believe NHL had the prescence of mind to roll out of the ring."

HS: "I think momentum may have played a part in it. NHL looks like he's out cold."

FJ: "That's what you get for thinking."

(One... Misery goes outside after his opponent. Two... Misery grabs NHL's head and pulls him up. Three... Misery takes him over to the steel barricade. Four... Misery puts NHL on his shoulder, as if he's going to drop him across the barricade. Five... Just as Misery goes to drop him, NHL grabs Misery's head and nails what looks to be a facebuster on Misery, with Misery's head landing on the steel barricade, and NHL in the crowd. Six... NHL slowly pulls himself up by the barricade. Seven... NHL falls over the barricade. Eight... Misery pulls himself up by the ring apron. Nine... Both men roll into the ring.)

HS: "NHL is fighting for his life."

FJ: "I can tell. We call saw how desperate that facebuster across the guardrail was. If Misery would have rolled him into the ring, we wouldn't be in this pardicament."

HS: "What pardicament."

FJ: "I put money on this fight, and it wasn't for the guy who's named after a Hockey League."

(Both men get up. Misery being the fresher man, walks over to the still hurt NHL. NHL throws a kick, but Misery catches it. NHL spins his other foot up and nails an Enziguri. NHL slowly crawls over for the cover on Misery. One... Two... Misery kicks out. We see NHL pull himself up the ropes as Misery does the same. Misery throws a punch, but NHL ducks under it and nails a Northern Lights Suplex. One... Two... Kickout.)

HS: "NHL is becoming frustrated as he sorta has control. He's still too hurt to take full control of this match."

FJ: "Word."

(NHL looks over at the referee, then down at Misery, who's barely moving. NHL stands up. We can see he's still hurt as he pulls Misery up. NHL Irish whips Misery to the ropes, and he rebounds right into an Arn Anderson like Spinebuster. Instead of going for the cover, NHL rolls Misery over and applies what looks to be a Regal Stretch.)

HS: "NHL has locked in the Penalty."

FJ: "But Jayson Price is already into the ropes.)

(We see NHL reluctantly release the hold at three. He picks the injured Price up and nails an Implant DDT. He crawls over to the ropes and pulls himself up to the top. He jumps off with a Moonsault. He rolls off of him in pain from the splash. NHL slowly crawls over and drapes an arm over him. One... Two... Misery kicks out again.)

HS: "I can't believe this!"

FJ: "THANK YOU!"

(NHL picks Misery up... to his surprise, Misery punches him three times. NHL counters with three punches. Misery goes for a clothesline, but NHL runs under it. NHL rebounds off the ropes and nails a Harley Race like High Knee. He goes for a cover. One... Two... Misery kicks out. NHL picks Misery back up. He Irish whips Misery. He goes for a clothesline but Misery ducks under it. Misery rebounds with a running lariat, but NHL also swings a second clothesline. Both men go down.)

HS: "What happens here? Do we get the ten count? I'm as confused as the referee."

FJ: "I don't know. I can't remember both me being down like this in the first round. You can tell they are giving their all."

HS: "But who has enough gas left in the tank."

FJ: "It has to be Misery."

(Misery and NHL both struggle to their feet. Misery's there first, he throws a wild punch, but NHL ducks under it. Misery turns around, and NHL kicks him in the Stomach. NHL delivers a the Slapshot to Misery and goes for the cover. One... Two... Three...)

HS: "NHL is advancing!"

FJ: "I can't believe this. Misery looked like he had this match won for sure."

HS: "I guess you decided to bet on the wrong man."

FJ: "Let's just saying NHL winning is not a favorable outcome to my habits."

HS: "He will take on the winner of Logan Alexander and Low."

(We see Jeff Christianson and C-Rock making their rounds. We see Jeff walk into Travis Gray's office, closely followed by C-Rock. In there we see Low finishing up a conversation. He walks by Bad Blood and just laughs. Jeff immediately goes for Gray. Before Jeff can speak, C-Rock begins to speak.)

C-Rock: "What was that about?"

DW: "It was about me, wasn't it?"

(Gray doesn't respond. They say the same thing again... almost.)

C-Rock: "What was that about?"

DW: "It was about me... wasn't it? There isn't a damn thing you can do about this. I'm tired of your antics and games. I'm one of the best wrestlers living today... and if you think this tournament is going to go on without me, you're wrong. I will interfere in every match until I find a satisfactory outcome. One of Outrageous proportions. That's something you better think about before you speak."

(Gray doesn't respond.)

C-Rock: "What about our tag titles... When do we get them back?"

(Gray has now become upset and speaks.)

Gray: "You can't just waltz back in the door like nothing's wrong. You guys have to work your way up."

(Jeff immediately interrupts.)

DW: "Low did that..."

Gray: "That's different."

C-Rock: "Is it? We are the greatest tag team in the AWA's history. You name a team, we've beaten them. You name a team we haven't faced, find them, and we'll beat them again. We deserve the same treatment as Low."

Gray: "Why? What have you did for me?"

DW: "We helped a division you struggled with. If it wasn't for us being paired in some lottery, you wouldn't have looked like the genius you are... In fact, the tag division would be dead. You wouldn't have AC and Frown without us. You wouldn't have the Canucks. You wouldn't have saw the Williams brothers team.You wouldn't have saw Damage Inc. You wouldn't have saw the Immortals. None of that would have happen if it wasn't for us. The division would be dead. Now that you have the biggest tag draw in this company's history, you might want to think about giving us that title shot... because we've made you a lot more money than you've given to us. And you know that."

C-Rock: "Leave him."

(They walk out into the hall. Passing by, The Hangman is seen talking on his cell phone.)

HANGMAN: How is Japan treating you brother? ANOTHER title? Damn boyh. Hold on a sec.

(Looks at Dark Warrior)

HANGMAN: How's it going Paige?

(Cringes)

HANGMAN: Sorry, I mean D-dub. Ya know, it's hard telling you two sluts apart some times. Tell ya what though. If you really really want, I'll see if I can't get my brother back here and we'll autograph a Lone Star Outlaws shirt or something for ya okay? However, you could do me a favor in return and tell Paige...that is if you are on talking terms with her....that I said hi. I really miss her and her friend Tawnee. Lemme tell ya, THAT was a tag team to be reckoned with! Why, their boobs are almost as big as your's!

(Before Jeff gets a chance to respond, we see C-Rock pull him back.)

C-Rock: "You have bigger things to worry about... you win this tournament tonight, and you're in the Main Event of Classic."

(We cut to another commercial from the 2003 King of the Kage, but the Burger King is Low this time. Suddenly we see Ramona running over to the time keeper. She takes both, the World and the US title belt away from him. She slides the World title belt into the ring and the climbs up on the apron, distracting the referee. The Burger King is slowly getting up, but Mortis has already been able to grab the World title belt, as Ramona threw it too far away from the Burger King. Ramona, however, now gets into a physical struggle with the referee, using the distraction to hand the Burger King the US title belt. The Burger King turns around and smashes the US title belt over Mortis' head, but Mortis just did the same thing, hitting the Burger King with the World title belt! Both men are hit simultaneously and slump to the mat! Ramona jumps off the apron.)

FRANK: Ninety seconds are left and neither man seems to be conscious at all!

HERB: Ramona had a good plan there, but it backfired when he she didn't throw the World title belt far enough in the Burger King's direction!

(Ramona comes running over to Frank and takes his bottle of water away from he him. She opens it up and pours the water over the Burger King's face, giving him a few slaps along the way to wake him up. 30 seconds are left and the Burger King very slowly uses the ropes to pull himself up. The crowd starts to count down! 10….. 9….. 8….. 7….. 6….. 5….. the Burger King drops to his knees and falls across Mortis upper body! 1…..2…..3!!! 2….. 1! Time is up and the Burger King just got the final pin of the match!)

FJ: "Hey, there I was. I remember that match. What a fluke, but what a great match."

HS: "Yeah, yeah..."

HS: "Folks, it's time to finish up the first round of the King of the Kage tournament."

FJ: "And to see who NHL is going to be facing in the second round."

(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, Richard O. Dickinson III and Debbie Stone 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. Debbie just stands in the background, shooting hate-filled looks to Low's opponent. 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 is here tonight to maybe make history. He is trying to be the only wrestler in the AWA to actually win TWO King of the Kage tournaments in his illustrious and albeit controversial career."

FJ: "Christianson is right on his tail in that category, Herb."

(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. "In the End" starts to play through the arena. As the actual lyrics start, Logan steps out onto the entrance ramp carrying a Canadian flag over one shoulder. He stops near the top of the ramp and raises one arm hoisting the flag up over his head as the crowd boos him. He spreads his arms wide displaying the United States title around his waist. Logan starts walking down the ramp glancing towards the ring with the flag back over his shoulder.)

FJ: "The United States Champion is looking a little cocky tonight. I wonder if he's thinking about winning tonight?"

HS: "I'm sure that's the only idea in his head and the only option. If Logan Alexander wants to win, then he will have to get past a Hall of Famer in the Legendary Low."

FJ: "Will we see some Chaos injected into the main event of Classic?"

HS: "We'll surely find out tonight!"

Once at ringside, he climbs the ring steps and places the Canadian flag in the nearest corner, before entering the ring between the top and second rope. He walks around to each side of the ring soaking up the booing from the crowd. He removes his jacket and drops it to the outside of the ring, then removes his title. He walks over to the referee handing over the belt before turning his attention towards Low.)

HS: "Last week, Low got into the business of Logan Alexander. We will see right now if Logan will gain some small amount of revenge on Low tonight."

FJ: "A Canadian King? Can that even happen?"

HS: "Both of these men hail from Canada, so it is possible."

FJ: "Damn Canadians!"

(Low and Logan tie up under the swinging cage above them. Low wrestles out of the basic collar and elbow, but he gets kneed by Logan and Logan snap suplexes his fellow Canadian brother to the mat. Low immediately gets up as if it took no effect upon him and he quickly hits a DDT on Logan. Low whips Logan into the ropes and lies prone to trip Logan. Logan leaps over Low and Low gets up and bends over for a back body drop, but Logan leap frogs over Low's head and bounces off the rope to hit a bulldog that Low reverses into a sidewalk slam. Low gets up and watches as Logan gets to his feet. The two tie up again.)

HS: "Amazing!"

FJ: "This is great! This is better than the Burger King!"

(Low and Logan start to exchange a series of right and lefts. Each fist hitting each other's face. Staggering, Low blocks the next right from Logan and returns the favor and knocks Logan to the mat. Low kicks Logan in the stomach and then goes for a spear, but Logan side steps it and Low hits the bottom turnbuckle with his head. Logan drags the semi-unconscious Low into the middle of the ring and pins him.)

HS: "Early cover!"

FJ: "ONE...TWO.- Nope, Low's not out yet!"

(Logan picks Low up off the mat and whips him into the ropes. Logan goes for another spear but Low dives over Logan and Logan hits the mat hard. Logan gets up and hits a swinging neckbreaker on Low and then spplies a reverse chin lock ala the Iron Shiek. Low is struggling to get out of the hold but the US Champion has it in tight! Low starts to crawl towards the ring ropes, but Logan is trying with all of his might to stop that from happening. Low grabs one of Logan's feet and pulls it out from under him, but Logan doesn't break the hold, however it gives Low an advantage. Low is able to easily able to make it to the ropes, although he is choking from the hold that is still locked in place. Low, with a huge effort, leaps towards the bottom rope and is able to catch it. Logan is forced to break the hold, but he still holds the broken hold in place. The ref counts to five, but Logan releases it prior to then.)

HS: "Valiant effort from Low, but it's still anyone's match."

FJ: "That's what YOU say..."

(Logan starts to hammer away at the back of Low's head trying to submit Low with a beating so bad he'll fall unconscious. Logan picks up Low and whips him into the ropes. Logan ducks Low's clothesline attempt and bounces off the ropes as well, only ROD is there to pull down on the top rope, sending Logan to the mat below as Low was distracting the referee. ROD grabs his male bag and hits Logan in the head with it and rolls Logan in the ring. Low sees Logan and pins him.)

FJ: "ONE...TWO..- DAMN!"

HS: "Low almost won by the interference of Richard and his purse."

FJ: "IT'S A MALE BAG! How many times can you screw that up?"

HS: "Purse, bag, same thing. Quit screwing around and call the match!"

(Low starts to punish Logan by locking in the dragon clutch. Logan starts to fight out of the hold, but Low is able to calm Logan down and keep him sedated by adding more pressure. Logan is trying to slide Low over to the ropes to get some sort of rope break, but Low slides Logan back away from the ropes. Logan is desperately trying to get free from the move. so he makes one last viable chance to get there, but alas, Low doesn't budge. Logan is fading, and fading fast and he's got to get something going. The referee draws one arm into the air, but Logan holds on. The referee asks Logan if he wants to quit, but Logan tosses the middle finger his way and tries to fight through it. Logan is again fading fast and this time he's going limp. The referee draws an arm into the air and it drops. *ONE* The referee brings the left arm of the competitor into the air and it drops. *TWO* The referee looks at Logan and then brings the arm into the air and drops it, but it stays in the air! Logan elbows Low and then catches his left foot on the bottom rope, but ROD is on the apron distracting the referee. Logan kicks his foot on the middle rope and it sends ROD flying off the apron and this grabs the referee's attention. The hold is broken, but so is Logan.)

HS: "That was a great maneuver by Logan Alexander. I feel as though he has something good going on and he might have a chance if he can capitalize on Low's mishaps."

FJ: "Which is entirely possible."

(Low whips Logan hard into the corner turnbuckle and charges him and hits a back elbow. Low then starts to hit some stomps on Logan's midsection until Logan falls into the turnbuckle's corner. Low picks Logan up and hits a northern lights suplex. Low picks up Logan and again hits a northern lights suplex. Low picks up Logan for a third time and hits a releasing German suplex. Low scrambles over to Logan and pins him.)

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

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

FJ: "YES! This match goes on further!!"

(Low whips Logan into the ropes, but Logan slide tackles Low to the ground. Logan gets to his wobbly and unsure feet and whips Low into the ropes and nails a spear. Logan puts on an STF, but Low is right near the ropes and the referee calls a rope break when Low broke the threshold of the ropes with his left boot. Logan whips Low hard into the corner turnbuckles and then hits some shoulder thrusts on Low. With each shot, Low sinks towards the mat. Logan stomps on Low's stomach and face and then drops a knee into the gut of Low. Logan brings Low to his feet and hits a Samoan drop on Low and then drops for an ankle lock. Low starts to writhe in pain as Logan gets his opportunity to rest as he torque's Low's left ankle. Low is scrambling to get to the ropes, but Logan pulls Low back to the middle of the ring. Low flips around and kicks Logan off him, but Logan respongs with a swinging neckbreaker. Logan pins Low in the middle of the ring.)

HS: "ONE...TWO..- Oh, and Low gets his shoulder off the mat!"

FJ: "That wasn't enough to put Low away."

HS: "But you never know."

(Logan waits for Low to get to his feet and when he does he throws up a kick, but Low catches it! Logan swings around and hits a enziguri and Low his the mat. Logan hits a head butt on Low's lower back and then applies a half Boston crab to Low. Low is dragging himself to the ropes, but Logan is still preventing Low from reaching them. Low then lunges towards them, but Low only gets a finger on the rope. Low slams his hands down on the mat as the bottom rope is moving, almost laughing at Low. Low pushes his body off the mat and uses his arms to push himself towards the bottom rope and then he lunges and grabs a hold of the bottom rope as Logan was about to scamper away some more.)

HS: "Great submission action going on here!"

FJ: "I'll say!"

(Logan gets off Low and waits for Low to get up to his feet. Debbie starts to scream to Low as Logan is signalling for a super kick. Low turns and catches one right on the neck and he falls to the mat. Logan hops on Low and then covers him, putting his feet on the second rope for leverage! The referee counts the fall.)

HS: "ONE...TWO- OH!"

FJ: "That's gonna hurt!"

HS: "My god! I can't believe that! Debbie Stone just kicked Logan right between the legs!"

FJ: "Man, these referees really don't have vision in their health plans, huh?"

(As Logan is holding the family jewels, Low is slow to get up to his feet and the referee is admonishing Debbie and ROD for any possible interferences that may have occurred. Low reaches his feet and turns to see Logan on his hands and knees holding his stomach. Low kicks Logan in the stomach and Logan flips on his back. Low mounts Logan and starts to reign down several hard right hands on Logan's face and skull. Low gets off Logan and brings him up to his feet. Low nails a piledriver on Logan and then rolls him outside of the ring. Low grabs a hold of the referee and complains about something as Debbie and ROD stalk Logan. Logan gets up to his feet and ROD takes a swing at him with his male bag, but Logan ducks and removes the bag from ROD's hands. Logan opens it up and pulls out a brick. ROD stands there looking at Logan in shock as he takes the brick and breaks it over ROD's head. Debbie Stone starts to curse out Logan, but Low slides out of the ring. Debbie slides into the ring and grabs a hold of the referee and that's when Low strikes. He hits a low blow on Logan and tosses him into the ring.)

HS: "Cheating is running rampant in this match!"

FJ: "I'll say!"

(Low gets in the ring and puts Logan in his STF hold.)

FJ: "TAP, DAMN IT!"

HS: "What's with the attitude?"

FJ: "That's the name of Low's STF, TAP, DAMN IT!"

HS: "Oh yeah, I forgot about that one."

(Logan is trying desperately to free himself, but he's stuck in the middle of the ring trying to remove Low's hands from his face. Low's screaming for Logan to tap, but Logan won't do it. He slides towards the bottom rope and grasps onto it. The referee pulls Low off Logan and Low gets up to his feet and hits the Low Stunner on Logan. Low covers for the pinfall.)

HS: "ONE...TWO- WHAT?"

FJ: "He put his foot on the bottom rope...again? What the hell is the matter with Low?"

HS: "Who knows."

(Low pulls Logan up and whips him into the ropes, but Logan counters it and falls to the mat. Low jumps over Logan and then jumps up into the air for a knee drop, but Logan rolls out of the way and Low eats canvas. Low holds his knees as Logan starts to get to his feet again. He very slowly starts to stomp on Low, holding his neck as he does so. Logan brings Low to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Logan falls prone and Low jumps over him. Logan gets up and tries for a back body drop but Low leaps over Logan and hits a sunset flip!)

HS: "ONE...TWO- NO!"

(Logan reverses the pin!)

FJ: "ONE...TWO- NO!?"

(Low reverses and grabs Logan's legs and uses Logan's body weight as leverage for the pin!)

HS: "ONE...TWO- NO!!"

(Logan claps his knees together and pushes Low to his back and grabs Low's legs and uses them as leverage for the pinfall!)

FJ: "ONE...TWO- WHAT?!"

(Low returns the favor and claps his legs together and then rolls backwards and gets Logan stuck in a small package!)

HS: "ONE...TWO...THREE!"

FJ: "LOW DID IT!?"

HS: "Low advances! Low advances!"

FJ: "Nathan and Low...again?"

HS: "I'm sure that those two have some real differences to clear out and what better way than in the King of the Kage tournament in front of these great fans in attendance tonight!"

(After a little bit of a pause, we go back to Herb and Frank.)

HS: "Alright, Frank. It's time for our first of two Semi-Final matches for the King of the Kage tournament."

FJ: "Yessir. Brian Stevens slipped his way past Orlando Ortega while Jeff Christianson was able to best Terry James."

HS: "And honestly, how fitting is it that Brian Stevens will now face one of his greatest adversary's here in the AWA? Brian Stevens has been a scum bag! He has been a foul-mouthed, cocky piece of trash! I wanted to see Orlando Ortega slip past him more than anything…but maybe now Jeff Christianson will be the man to put the upstart in his place."

FJ: "Not gonna happen, Herb. This might very well be what Brian said it was…this might be HIS night!"

HS: "If ANYONE can beat Stevens here tonight, than that man may very well be "Dark Warrior" Jeff Christianson! Since July of 2005, Brian Stevens and Jeff Christianson have been bitter rivals AND uneasy allies."

FJ: "Yep. Brian Stevens won his first AWA Title, the AWA Tag Team Title, by beating Jeff Christianson's famed Bad Blood team at Shock. Weeks later, Bad Blood and Damage, Inc. did battle at Classic in one of the most BRUTAL matches I've ever seen! BLOOD! MAYHEM! It was amazing! For the record, Brian Stevens and NHL won that match to regain their Tag Team Titles."

HS: "Every time they do battle, it's a wrestling clinic. Last Man Standing proved just that! In a Low Rules match, Brian Stevens and Jeff Christianson wrestled each other to a standstill!"

FJ: "EVEN though Brian had Jeff beat at the end!"

HS: "TIME EXPIRED, Frank!"

FJ: "DID Jeff kick out?"

HS: "…"

FJ: "Exactly."

HS: "Either way, Frank. The ATTEMPT at a pinfall by Stevens didn't matter. Not in the judge's eyes. They voted Jeff Christianson the winner of that match! They voted for the BETTER MAN that night!"

FJ: "Fast forward to the Hell Bowl Chamber at Hell on Earth, Herb! Brian Stevens DRILLS Jeff Christianson with a STIFF palm strike and pins him! Brian Stevens not only pinned and eliminated Jeff…but he RETIRED him!"

HS: "Well…Low wouldn't let Jeff retire. That brings us to their next encounter! The Administration versus Team Gray! Brian Stevens was a member of the Administration while Jeff was on the side of Travis Gray!"

FJ: "A miscue cost The Administration DEARLY that night! Brian Stevens and his team lost…but Brian wasn't pinned."

HS: "And then a few weeks ago, they met again! Brian Stevens, with help from his SLUT of a girlfriend Sarah Hawthorne…he pinned a distracted Christianson with a Perfectplex."

FJ: "AGAIN! He takes and exposes OPPORTUNITY!"

(The lights slowly dim in the arena and the fans start booing immediately, knowing full well the man about to make his entrance. "Jet Black New Year" by Thursday hits over the PA System and white strobes start dancing, coordinated to the intro.)

FJ: "Here comes the Punk Rock Phenom, Herbie! Mr. Opportunity himself!"

HS: "He's an ASS!"

FJ: "YOU said he wouldn't get past Ortega…he did! I'm calling it now, Herb! Brian is taking Jeff DOWN!"

(As the secondary intro hits, red flashing lights accompany the white strobes, still mingling frantically with the songs beat as "The Sensational" Brian Stevens emerges from the back. 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 jet black hair of Stevens moves wildly with the wind but never seems out of place as it falls around his eyes. But then, finally, Brian Stevens unzips his track jacket and exposes his physique. 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 ring. Brian Stevens slides until center ring before nonchalantly rolling forward and flipping up to his feet in a unique kip up. Brian Stevens starts cockily pounding his chest once up to his feet before throwing his arms open in a very conceited fashion, displaying his smugness proudly to the fans. Brian does this to all sides of the ring before finding his corner and removing his ring jacket and stretching briefly.)

FJ: "He looks ready, Herb!!"

HS: "He's still an ass!"

FJ: "You're just a little firecracker tonight, aren't ya?"

The lights go out suddenly in the arena, and as they do, a huge white DW appears across the video screen. "My Life" by The Geto Boys blares over the PA and the crowd begins to cheer.)

HS: "Listen to these fans, Frank! They are on their feet for Jeff Christianson!!"

FJ: "It's just too bad that Brian Stevens is gonna break their hearts tonight, Herb!"

HS: "That's not gonna happen, Frank! It's CAN'T happen!"

FJ: "Just watch, baby!"

(We see a blue strobe light race throughout the arena, as well as clips throughout the career of Jeff Christianson. Suddenly, we see a huge pyro explosion on stage as the lights come back on. Standing under the DW is Jeff Christianson! Jeff Christianson has a stern look on his face as he starts to walk to the ring in his red and white jumpsuit. Jeff Christianson slaps a lot of hands on the way down do the ring. Once he reaches the ring apron, he jumps on it, and then walks around to the camera side. He turns around and throws his hood off. We see him pose for a couple of pictures before stepping through the ropes. Christianson walks over to the other side, and jumps up on the turnbuckle, holding his arms up. He hops down and walks to the other side, throwing his arms up again.)

HS: "We can't help but mention that both Brian Stevens and Jeff Christianson have been in absolutely hellacious matches this evening. They weren't two second matches! They were in highly competitive matches that went down to the wire!"

FJ: "Which is why Brian Stevens is gonna beat Christianson tonight! For like…the Eightieth time!"

HS: "You are DELUSIONAL, Frank! Brian Stevens…"

FJ: "Is a future Hall of Famer! Is the MVP of the AWA for 2006! Just ask him!"

HS: "That's garbage, Frank! You know it!"

FJ: "Your…face is garbage!"

HS: "Reeeall nice."

(Both men emerge from their respective corners.

HS: "For those who don't know, Brian Stevens is dressed in the black pants, skull and crossbones studded belt. Jeff Christianson is wearing the black windbreaker pants."

FJ: "Thank you for that, Herb…dork."

(The referee has both men in the middle of the ring and gives them both a stern talking to. He goes over the ground rules and reiterate what's at stake. Both men shake their head knowingly as the referee calls for the bell. Both men take a few steps back as the referee tells them to "get it on.")

HS: "Here we go, Frank!"

FJ: "Hooray."

(Brian and Jeff circle. They hesitate for only a few seconds as they try to feel out where their opponents head is at. Finally, both men step forward and lock up in a collar-elbow. Brian reacts first and grabs a standing arm bar. Brian is quick to go under and wrench the arm of Jeff even further. Brian yanks hard on the arm, trying to rip the arm out of socket. Brian quickly kicks out the legs of Jeff and Jeff falls onto his back. Jeff quickly kips back up and Brian tries again to sweep the legs of Christianson…but Jeff is already wise to it and steps over. Jeff quickly falls to his back and spins on his back quickly to relieve the pressure on his arm. Jeff kicks the hands of Brian and he breaks the hold. Brian backs up holding his wrist as Jeff kips up to his feet. The fans applaud.)

HS: "Now there's a master at work! Jeff Christianson shows why he is known as the best technical wrestler in the world!"

FJ: "Yeah…like that was a self-appointed nickname."

(Brian and Jeff are at a stale mate. Both circle each other again just like the opening moments of this bout. Brian throws a kick at Jeff, trying to intimidate him. Jeff simply takes a step back and threatens Stevens with a single leg take down. Brian is quick to move and again they circle.)

HS: "Both men are really hesitant about locking up, Frank."

FJ: "No one wants to lose an advantage, Herb. It's that simple. It only takes three seconds to lose a match, both of them know that. That's why they are here in the semi's."

(Brian looks to lock up with Christianson, but Jeff ducks under and goes behind Stevens with a rear waist lock. Brian tries breaking free, but Jeff trips up his legs and Stevens falls to the mat on his stomach. Jeff shoots the half and grabs a front face lock on his adversary. Brian, however, is able to slide out from underneath Jeff Christianson and grab a hammerlock and the advantage. Jeff is able to slip away just like Brian did seconds ago and he comes up with a hammerlock. Brian fights to his feet and quickly brings Jeff into a standing arm bar. Jeff slams the hands of Stevens with his own and leaps into the air and hit's a dropkick on Stevens and lays him out! Brian quickly fights to his feet and Jeff laughs at him/"

HS: "Look at Jeff! He is laughing at Brian Stevens!!"

FJ: "Grow up, Christianson! This is the semi-finals, man! This is no laughing matter!"

HS: "He's laughing at the wrestling ability of Brian Stevens, Frank!"

FJ: "Impossible…"

(Brian rushes Jeff in a pure fit of rage and Jeff simply sidesteps Brian and takes him down with a drop toe hold. Brian falls flat on his face and Jeff quickly rolls Stevens into a pinning predicament.)

1!!!

(Kickout by Stevens. Jeff follows right up on the dazed Stevens with a European Uppercut. Stevens falls right back down on his butt and Jeff quickly locks on a butterfly lock. Brian tries to fight out of it and he falls to his stomach. Jeff Christianson laughs and flips over Brian while holding onto the butterfly lock and bridging.)

HS: "CATTLE MUTALATION!"

FJ: "Gah…NO!!!"

HS: "This move, famed in Japan and the US Independent scene, has seen men win World Title and countless victories!"

FJ: "NOOO!!!!"

(Brian quickly starts turning his body while having to grind his face into the mat. Brian finally makes it to the ropes and Jeff breaks the bridge and the hold.)

FJ: "Whew."

HS: "That might have been it right there, Frank!"

FJ: "Yeah! I know! SHUT UP!!!"

(Brian slides to the outside and regains his composure. Jeff Christianson contemplates chasing him…but doesn't. He just catches his breath and contemplates his next move. The referee starts making the count on Stevens.)

FJ: "Ah ha! This is why Brian Stevens is smarter than Jeff!"

HS: "Because he can run away?"

FJ: "No, wiseass! He is dictating the pace of the action! He is wrestling on HIS terms!"

HS: "Well, so far, Frank, he's been wrestling under Christianson's terms if you know what I mean."

FJ: "This one ain't done yet, Herb!"

(At the count of seven, Brian slides his way back into the ring. He looks very cautious. Brian comes up to his feet and we have ourselves another stare down. Brian and Jeff talk some trash but that doesn't stop us from yet another collar-elbow tie-up. Jeff wins this one with a hammerlock. Brian quickly counters the hammerlock with a standing side head lock. Jeff quickly counters that by slipping out of it and applying a standing side headlock of his own. Brian curses and falls to his butt, breaking the hold. Jeff Christianson laughs and locks on and head scissors with his legs.)

HS: "It looks like Jeff is just content grounding Stevens and dragging this match on into an eventual submission."

FJ: "Not gonna happen, Herb! Brian's gonna DRILL Christianson's face off his body soon. Just you watch!"

(Jeff watches Stevens try to struggle and power his way out of the hold. Finally, Brian DOES get out but Jeff just readjusts and drives the top of Stevens head down to the mat with ANOTHER head scissors leglock. Again, Jeff smiles on confidently.)

HS: "Oh, you were saying?"

FJ: "Shut up."

(Brian is able to get his feet under him while in the very painful headlock. He starts bouncing back and forth, trying to gain some sort of out from the hold…but Jeff just slams his head to the mat again, maintaining the hold. Brian shakes it off and again tries the bounce escape. Eventually, Brian is able to get enough momentum to headstand up…and then he explodes out of the hold and up to his feet! He lunges at a prone Jeff Christianson with a knee strike and connects big time!)

FJ: "THERE IT IS!"

HS: "WHOA! Brian just caught Jeff on the bridge of the nose with that lunging knee strike!"

FJ: "And now both men are down."

(Brian sits up and watches the referee tend to Jeff, who is holding his face. Brian is winded and catching his breath. Jeff turns over to his stomach and then we see the dripping of blood. Brian Stevens just broke open Jeff Christianson the hard way. Maybe a broken nose, but it's obvious that something is wrong. Brian sees this and like a shark in water sensing a kill, he pushes the ref away grabs Jeff by his hair!)

HS: "NO!"

FJ: "HAHA! YEEESSS!"

(Brian starts repeatedly kicking Jeff Christianson in the face with his Kawada Kicks. Jeff looks out of it. Brian hit's the last kick to the face and drops Jeff on the mat. We can see the blood is still trickling from the nostril of Jeff Christianson.)

HS: "This is so far from sportsmanship that it isn't even funny."

FJ: "Nah. This is Brian exposing an opportunity. One of his strikes made Jeff a friggin' mess! Now he gets to expose that!"

(Brian covers Jeff in hopes that his one, lucky shot would be enough.)

1!!!

2!!

(Kickout by Jeff…but not with a lot of authority. He looks like he doesn't know where he is. Brian Stevens doesn't care. He rips Stevens up to his feet and quickly snapmares him back down to the mat before flipping over his foe and hitting the Rolling Neck Snap. Brian taunts at the fans and they boo him loudly. Brian scoffs at the reaction and stays on Jeff with a Rear Chin Lock. From time to time in the hold, Brian will stand up while maintaining the hold and violently drive his knee into the spine of Christianson!)

HS: "Jeff needs to fight back here and now, otherwise this one is as good as over!"

FJ: "LOOK AT HIM! It IS over!"

(Brian opts to relinquish the hold on his own and instead hits Jeff with three STIFF cross face strikes! Jeff crumbles to the mat and Stevens smiles mischievously.)

HS: "LOOK AT HIM! He's loving this!"

FJ: "Who wouldn't be!?"

(Brian Stevens flicks the fans off before leaping into the air and crashing down on Jeff Christianson with his North Star Press! Brian covers Jeff!)

1!!!

2!!!

(KICKOUT!)

HS: "Yes! What heart by Jeff Christianson! He is busted open, Frank! He probably can't see very well! He's nose is probably broken! But damn it, Frank! He's still in this!"

FJ: "Not for long, Herbie! Brian Stevens is gonna blow this one WIDE OPEN!"

(Brian starts arguing with the ref, questioning the call. Meanwhile, Jeff starts climbing his way up the pant leg of Stevens. He tries hitting him in the gut, but this just aggravates Stevens. Brian pushes Jeff back and exposes his chest. Brian DRILLS Jeff with a STIFF kick to the chest and it literally knocks the wind out of Christianson as he leaves his feet and lands on his gut! The fans let out a collective "OHH!!")

FJ: "DAMN!"

HS: "…"

FJ: "Brian Stevens just friggin' lit Jeff Christianson up!"

(STILL Jeff Christianson tries fighting to his feet and Brian simply laughs at the attempt. Brian toys with Jeff and starts peppering him with kicks, showing him that he can finish this at any time. Brian maybe gets too cocky and spits right in the face of Jeff…and that wakes up a sleeping beast! Jeff screams and Brian jumps in fright as Jeff Christianson grabs both of Brian Stevens legs and dumps him to the mat! The fans rejoice! Herb Summers rejoices! Jeff Christianson mounts Brian Stevens and starts dropping BOMBS! Elbow after elbow lands on the head of Stevens. All Brian can do is cover up. Finally, Jeff dismounts and screams out to the fans!)

HS: "Yes!! Yes! YES!!! Jeff Christianson has come alive, Frank!"

FJ: "Come on, Stevens! Get up off your ass!!"

(Brian DOES get to his feet and the two are at a standstill again!! Jeff is down in an amateur wrestling stance BEGGING for Stevens to attack! Brian Stevens is in a MMA striking stance, but he's thinking defensively now! THIS IS ABOUT TO EXPLODE!)

HS: "It doesn't get any better than this, Frank!"

FJ: "NOPE! They are gonna kill each other and finish this once and for all!!"

(Jeff Christianson makes the first move and grabs both of legs high on Stevens. Brian Stevens tries elbow striking Jeff on the back of the head twice to break the hold, but it doesn't work! Jeff is able to get the slightly heavier Stevens up and slam him down to the mat on his back. Jeff tries to mount Stevens again, but Stevens puts up and guard and again covers up! Jeff tries to penetrate and pick his spots and openings. Jeff tries to grab an arm for a submission, but Brian sees it coming and knees Jeff right in the face! Jeff falls to the mat and Brian tries mounting him. Jeff squirms to his stomach and Brian grabs a rear waist lock and tries riding Jeff into a better position. Jeff is able to sit up and quickly turn. Jeff trips up Stevens and Brian falls on his back! Jeff AGAIN goes on the assault on Stevens with standing punches but Stevens BOOTS Jeff in the balls! The ref was out of position and didn't see it.)

FJ: "He said he'd cheat if he had to, Herb!"

HS: "That son of a bitch! That rotten son of a bitch!!"

(Brian gets back up to his feet and grabs the head of the still-standing Jeff Christianson with a Cravat. Brian brings him down slightly and starts kneeing him in the skull! Brian hit's the ropes and hops up to the middle rope and springboards back at Jeff and hits his trademark STIFF kick! Jeff doesn't fall! Brian, a little dumbfounded, starts unloading with a myriad of punches and slaps on Jeff! Brian gives Jeff the middle finger just before drilling him with the Leaping Roundhouse Kick! FINALLY Jeff falls down and to his back!)

HS: "What heart! What determination shown by Jeff Christianson!!"

FJ: "What part? Him getting kicked in the nuts or him getting kicked in the face!? YEAH! That's REAL determination, Herb! C‘MON!"

(Brian quickly falls to the mat near the head of Jeff and starts driving his knee into the temple of Christianson with his Ultimate Knee Strikes! Brian screams "FUCK IT" and brings Jeff to his feet and up into a fireman's carry! Brian sprints to one corner and drives Jeff's skull and neck into the turnbuckle with his KRUSH RUSH! Brian rushes across the ring to the other corner and does it again! Brian brings Jeff center ring and tries flipping him around for something…but Jeff hit's a DDT from the fireman's carry! Both men are down!!!)

HS: "What a match! This one is anybody's ball game now!"

FJ: "Damn it, Stevens! GET UP!!!"

HS: "Both of these men are exhausted! They are running on fumes! They have both already faced one opponent here tonight! They must now muster up the strength and the courage to WIN and advance to the Championship round! WHO HAS THE HEART!?"

(Jeff is up to his feet first. Brian follows closely after that. Both men start trading lefts and rights and surprisingly, Jeff gets the upper hand! Stevens is staggering and Jeff hit's the ropes! Jeff rebounds back and NAILS a Spinning Heel Kick! Brian falls to the mat but doesn't stay there long! Brian charges Jeff, but Jeff rolls through with a half crab, but quickly turns it into his Ankle lock!!!)

HS: "Anklelock! Anklelock!"

FJ: "Get to the ropes, Brian!!!"

(Brian tries rolling through and over, but Jeff hangs on like a Pitbull! Jeff finally is able to grapevine the leg and Stevens screams in agony! The fans start chanting "Tap! Tap! Tap!")

HS: "Las Vegas wants Stevens to tap!"

FJ: "It'll never happen, Herb! It CAN'T happen!"

(Stevens starts inching for the ropes. He is dragging Jeff along as dead weight. Jeff is doing everything he can to make his bitter rival tap! Brian is valiant, however, and DOES get to the rope! The ref administers the count and Jeff breaks the hold at 4. When the ref warns him, he makes sure the ref knows that he has until 5! The fans cheer wildly at that!)

FJ: "What a piece of…"

HS: "Jeff Christianson DOES have until the count of five to break the hold and THEN he gets disqualified!"

FJ: "Stupid rule."

(Brian uses the ropes for leverage and gets himself up to his feet. Jeff kicks Stevens in the gut and sends him to the ropes! Jeff goes for broke and attempts a Superkick, but Brian sees it coming and blocks it with his arms, leaving Jeff Christianson exposed for an ACE CRUSHER!!! He connects!)

HS: "WHAT!?"

FJ: "OUT OF FRIGGIN' NO WHERE!!!"

HS: "This is OVER!"

(Brian covers Jeff and hooks the leg!)

1!!!

2!!!

3..

(NO! NO! Christianson kicks out at the LAST possible second!)

FJ: "There's no goddamn way he kicked out of that!"

HS: "WE STILL HAVE A MATCH, FRANK!"

FJ: "Oi. This one is gonna give me a stroke!"

(Brian is in SHOCK! He quickly brings Jeff Christianson up to his feet and sets up for the PerfectPlex!!!)

FJ: "This has put Jeff down before! Last Man Standing and Shock!"

HS: "Brian DID NOT beat Jeff at Last Man Standing, Frank!!! Geez!"

(Brian suplex's Jeff over and bridges…but he doesn't have the fingers locked!)

1!!!

2!!!

3..

(KICKOUT AGAIN!!! Stevens is in compete and utter disbelief!)

FJ: "He couldn't get the fingers locked! NO! NO! NO!!!!"

HS: "Jeff Christianson might be the most fighting competitor I've EVER seen!"

(Brian stands next to the fallen body of Jeff Christianson. He slowly takes the elbow pad off and tosses it away. He spits on the body of Jeff, who is now starting to rise to his feet.)

HS: "Oh no! Could this be?"

FJ: "It's LARIAT time, baby!!!"

(Brian hit's the ropes as a wobbly Jeff Christianson stands prone. Brian winds up and swings!! Jeff ducks! Jeff ducks! Brian misses BIG TIME! The fans go crazy!!)

HS: "HE MISSED!!!!"

(Jeff pushes Stevens to the ropes! Brian doesn't have time to turn his body and comes back at Jeff backwards…just the way Christianson wants him! Jeff hit's a STIFF forearm shot to the back of the head of Stevens and grabs his arms. Jeff turns Brian's body…he's looking for the Unprettier!! Brian struggles free and this time, HE pushes Jeff to the ropes, Stevens quickly scoops Jeff up on the rebound and drops him HARD with the North Star Driver!!!)

FJ: "YESSS!!!

(Brian covers!)

1!!!

2!!!

3!!!

(The bell rings and "Jet Black New Year" by Thursday hit's over the PA! Brian Stevens has done it! Brian Stevens has advanced to the finals of the King of the Kage!!!)

HS: "Brian Stevens…is now the first man in the finals of King of the Kage!"

FJ: "YES! Oh sweet baby Jesus, yes!"

HS: "That means Brian Stevens will face the winner of Nathan Hawthorne-Lee and The Legendary Low!"

FJ: "…"

HS: "Think about those possible match-ups for a moment!"

(The fans boo the hell out of Stevens as he immediately slides out of the ring. The referee follows and raises Stevens' arm in the air on the outside, officially giving him the win. Brian limps his way to the back. His chest heaves, sucking in as much oxygen as he can with every step.)

HS: "As much as I hate him, Frank. Brian showed that he DOES belong in that final here tonight."

FJ: "He's been doing stuff like this all year! It's time for the Wrestling world to open their eyes to the man who is the future of this business!"

HS: "But I can't help thinking about Jeff Christianson! If he didn't get busted open in the early moments of this match, than just MAYBE we'd have a different outcome."

FJ: "Maybe, Herb. But it doesn't matter! It is what it is! Brian Stevens IS the winner! Like it or not!"

(We see the ref helping "Dark Warrior" Jeff Christianson to his feet. The fans give him a standing ovation for his effort and he smiles and waves briefly before being assisted out of the ring. We cut to a commercial and we see the Burger King as The Fish. Mid air Burger King Locked his arms and feet around Snake using his body weight and leverage to lock in a painful arm bar attempting to hyperextend the shoulder and elbow as Snake growled in pain. Grabbing Burger King with his free hand and lifted attempting a Powerbomb but Burger King was faster unlocking his legs from the arm he locked them about the neck.)

LP: Thats a triangle choke...

FJ: Thats a illegal choke ref DQ the Burger King!

LP: No its Legal Frank....SNAKES DOWN!

(The added weight of Burger King at that angle sent Snake falling to the mat where size no longer mattered and Burger King torqued hard. Snake's free arm hit the mat and the ref quickly checked the arm, One fall, Two falls, Three falls!)

FJ: "The Fish, eh? Hmm, I think he might be inducted into the hall of fame some day."

HS: "Yeah, probably. Excellent cruiserweight."

(We cut back once again to Xtreme Jeff. He his now seen driving a car and after a couple of seconds he gets pulled over by a cop car.)

XTJ: "Oh no…"

(The officer gets out of his car and walk to Jeff's car.)

Officer: "Hey, you were driving pretty fast there. May I see your license and car registration."

XTJ: "Well actually it's a rental and my friend took care of everything, so I don't know what he did with the car registration."

Officer: "Excuse me a minute."

(The policemen walks back to his car. After a minute he comes back.)

Officer: "Sir would you please get out of your car."

(Jeff, who is now totally aware of the situation he is in, slowly walk out, trying to look as natural as possible.)

Officer: "Now I have this device here. You have to breathe in it, can you do that for me?"

XTJ: "Uh, yeah…"

(Jeff is passed the alcohol meter test, which he fails.)

Officer: "Ok, so you're way drunk and driving a car that's not yours. I'm sorry son but I'll have to take you in custody. Please put your hands on the car hood."

(Jeff does so as the officer quickly does the usual procedures and handcuffs Jeff. We cut back to the arena.)

HS: "Wow."

FJ: "That's what happens when you drink and drive. Sucks for Jeff. What a waste of a great wrestler."

HS: And now, we have a tag match between the team of Quade deSade and Draven Shadows, the Unholy Heroes, and a newly-formed alliance in A.C. Smith and Ronnie Frown. The winner gets the right to a shot at the AWA Tag Team Championships, let's get right to it!

('I'm over it You see I'm falling in the vast abyss' "Forsaken" by Johnathan Davis hits the PA system. The lights go out. 'Clouded by memories of the past At last I see' Fire slowly builds, rising along each side of the length of the rampway as first the waxing face of Draven Shadows arcs across the giant creen above.

'I hear it fading, I can't speak it Or else you will dig my grave' Fading from view the image is replaced by the waning pale mask that is Quade deSade's face. 'You feel them finding, always whining Take my hand now be alive.' The cold stare rakes over the fans and those waiting for their opponents in the ring below.

'You see I cannot be forsaken Because I'm not the only one!!' From the entrance floor Quade and Draven ascend with flames rising around them both. Bring their hands in the shape of a gun up to own their heads the fire die allowing Draven and Quade walk down to the ring. On screen the legend blazes: UNHOLY HEROES. 'We walk amongst you feeding, raping Must we hide from everyone!?'

Quade climbs into the ring while Draven walks up the steps. 'You see I cannot be forsaken' Draven climbs in the ring as Quade is in their corner getting ready. Draven walks over to their corner. Because I'm not the only one!!' Draven takes off his coat and strap up shirt and hands them to the tech guy. ''We walk amongst you feeding, raping' Draven then turns to Quade to talk strategy with him. 'Must we hide from everyone!?'

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

HS: Quite an entrance for the Unholy Heroes here, Frank!

FJ: Bah...you're easily entertained.

HS: You're one to be talking. Just who DID you hook up with last night? At any rate, this next entrance should get the crowd going...

("Unstable," by Jim Johnston, blares over the speakers as A.C. Smith struts to the ring to a nice pop. He sprints up the ring steps to the turnbuckes and poses atop them to another solid ovation from the crowd. He jumps down to the ring, heads to his corner, and waits for his partner to come out. He hasn't long to wait, as "Ronnie," by Metallica, starts up. The crowd continues cheering as Ronnie "Frown" Haust comes out, high-fives a few outstretched hands, and joins A.C. across the ring from the Unholy Heroes.)

(The bell rings, and A.C. and Draven Shadows are in to start. They lock up, and Shadows hits a knee to the gut before attempting an Irish whip. He sticks his foot up to try a big boot, but A.C. counters by grabbing his leg with one arm, his back with the other, and clutch-slamming him to the mat. They flail punches at each other on the canvas for a few moments before Shadows picks A.C. up, puts him against the ropes, chops his chest raw, and hits with a spinebuster after pushing him off the ropes. He attempts a quick cover, but only gets two. He's not discouraged, however, and whips A.C. into the Unholy corner, tagging deSade so both can inflict more punishment.)

HS: A.C. in some trouble here early in the bout. He's got two to fend off, with Frown across the ring!

FJ: As opposed to me, whose frown is a few inches away due to my terrible luck.

(Shadows exits the ring after being forced out by the referee, but still holds A.C. by the neck as deSade pounds away before tugging him loose for a reverse hip toss. The Fiery Cross then stomps a mudhole, walks it dry, and covers, but, like Shadows, only gets two. He picks A.C. up and kicks him in the gut, but the Big Apple Asskicker counters a DDT with a gut punch and a swinging neckbreaker. He's on the offensive and takes advantage, sending deSade into the ropes, running in the opposite direction, and hitting a flying tackle. The follow-up lateral press, though, gets one and a half before deSade tosses A.C. in the air and meets him upon his return to the mat with an upheld foot into the midsection. deSade wastes no time, sending Smith into the ropes and catching him with an atomic drop. He then uses those ropes for a rope choke that is broken just before the referee can disqualify him after the 5-count. He goes back to the hold a few more times and hits A.C.'s temple with a few closed-fist punches that bloody the Big Apple Asskicker!)

HS: A.C. Smith has been opened up by Quade deSade! He needs to get to his corner soon!

FJ: I love it. Get 'em, Quade!

(deSade gives Smith no chance to get to his corner, once again whipping him over towards Draven Shadows. The tag is made, and Shadows comes back, entering with a few knife-edge chops to the chest. He then slams the blood-laced head of A.C. Smith into the turnbuckle before grabbing him and executing a spike German suplex. He once again covers, but A.C. kicks out after two, once again. Shadows is starting to get frustrated, and goes over to his corner, planting A.C. next to it and scaling the turnbuckles. He tries for a swinging neckbreaker from the top, but A.C. reverses it into a standing neckbreaker! Quade deSade tries to run in to put A.C. on the mat, but Smith fends him off with a forearm shot and a running lariat that puts the Fiery Cross on the arena floor! As the crowd chants, "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!," A.C. raises his hands in triumph, strides to his corner, and emphatically tags his teammate!)

HS: And in comes Frown! He's looking to capitalize on the momentum created by his partner!

FJ: Go get 'em, Ronnie! I love a winner!

HS: How come you can't jump in basketball? You get enough practice jumping from bandwagon to bandwagon!

FJ: A: I'm white, and B: Unlike you, I associate myself with ones who can capitalize on opportunities!

HS: Like me?

(The camera swerves, and we see Herb landing a haymaker on Frank as the crowd behind them goes wild! Meanwhile, in the ring, Haust has picked the much-taller Shadows up off the mat, whips him into the ropes, and lands a dropkick. He hits a knee strike to his fallen opponent and tries to lock in a Sharpshooter, but Shadows pushes him away. The original Unholy Hero attempts an Irish whip, but it's reversed, and Haust catches his opponent with a jumping facebuster. He attempts a cover, but only gets two. Haust continues his rampage with a series of suplexes that, also, only get a two-count. He then signals to the crowd for the Frown-Plex, and they go wild!)

HS: Ronnie Haust now signaling for his finisher! A.C. Smith and "Frown" may be just one Frown-Plex away from a shot at the AWA Tag Team Championships! It's a shame my broadcast partner is out like a light and can't see this for himself!

(Haust indeed executes the finisher, and goes for the pin. A recovered deSade attempts to run in to save his partner, but is leveled by another A.C. Smith running lariat! The referee counts. One, two, thr...)

HS: NO! Only two! What a match, ladies and gentlemen!

(Haust is shocked, and after A.C. returns to his corner, the tag is made. Smith disposes of deSade by throwing him over the top rope nearest to Haust, but turns right around into an eye-poke by Shadows. The crowd boos the cheap shot, but Shadows is not affected, whipping Smith into the ropes and catching him with a kick to the gut and a pulling piledriver. Once again, though, he can only get two. Shadows picks him up and hits with a forearm, but Smith is not affected. He tries again, same result. After the third time, Smith catches his arm, hits with a clothesline, picks him up, then nails a gut punch and a gutwrench powerbomb! He then goes up to the top turnbuckle, and points towards the heavens!)

HS: He's going for a Savage elbow drop! This could spell the end for the Unholy Heroes!

(A.C. lifts off, but just as he's about to drive his right elbow into Draven's chest, Shadows moves out of the way! A.C. slams into the canvas, and Shadows emerges unharmed. He motions for deSade to move, but he doesn't say where. Quade follows the orders, goes over to Ronnie Haust, and the two start battling outside the ring.Meanwhile, inside the squared circle, Shadows is calling for God's Wish! He stands a groggy Smith up, cackles at the fact that Haust is occupied, and nails the kick to the bloody temple of the Big Apple Asskicker! Blood is gushing out of A.C.'s head now, and Shadows takes advantage to make the cover!)

HS: One, two, three! Draven Shadows picks up the win for his team, and now, the Unholy Heroes are the #1 contenders for the AWA Tag Team Championships. Frank, you just waking up?

FJ: (slurred) Just...five more minutes, Mom.

HS: Yep, he's back, all right! Well, we've got plenty more wrestling to come here at King of the Kage, and while my partner is recovering, we've got something else for you!

(Green, blue, red, and white lights flash as we hear the beginnings of an orchestra playing their tuning chord before they start playing. After that we hear a chorus sing two notes and then the heavy riff of "Symphony of Destruction" by Megadeth begins to play around the arena. NHL emerges from the back and stands at the base of the ramp for a few seconds. He looks down at the ramp with a focused look in his face and then moves down the ramp after standing there for about 10 seconds. As he walks towards the ring, his focus and intensity is emanating from him as the fans around him cheer his name and scream for his victory. NHL walks around ringside and up the ring steps by the time keeper before entering the ring and climbing the opposite turnbuckle. He raises his arms in the air and then points to himself and the ring. He hops down and heads to the adjacent corner and hops onto the second turnbuckle and raises his arms into the air and then lowers his left hand, leaving his right arm in the air before hopping down into the ring.)

HS: "This match…this Semi-final contest to the King of the Kage tournament is gonna be something special, Frank!"

FJ: "Yep. There's TONS of history that's gone down tonight and this match ain't any different."

HS: "Last year at the King of the Kage tournament, Low eliminated Nathaniel Henry Lee in the first round. For those of you who aren't familiar, "Henry" is a personality of NHL. He suffers very publicly from Schizophrenia."

FJ: "And let's ALSO not forget that Henry was 8,000 times cooler than Nathan ever was."

HS: "Fast Forward to March! Low SCREWED Nathan out of his newly captured AWA World Title! One week later, Nathan got his revenge AND his title back!"

FJ: "And Low never truly got his revenge!"

HS: "No he didn't, Frank! The next time they met was War Games and NHL's team was victorious there!"

FJ: "So TONIGHT, people! Low makes NHL his bitch! It's payback time, baby!"

HS: "Well…we'll see about that!"

(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, Richard O. Dickinson III and Debbie Stone 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. Debbie just stands in the background, shooting hate-filled looks to Low's opponent. 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. 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.)

HS: "The Legendary Low! He's a NINE TIME former AWA World Champion! He's a TWO TIME former AWA US Champion! He's a THREE TIME AWA Tag Team Champion! He's the 2001 King of the Kage winner and he is a Hall of Famer! He's been the standard of this business and company for YEARS!"

FJ: "And tonight! New tattoo and all! Low KILLS Nathan Hawthorne-Lee!"

(Both men step out of their corners and the referee sounds the bell. This match is ready to burn down the house! Low and NHL circle, both very cautious of one another. They know each other well and they haven't lost any of the old feelings from earlier in the year.)

HS: "The tempers are raging, Frank! This one is gonna explode! Just you watch!"

(They both step up. Collar-elbow lock up. Low gets the advantage with the side headlock. NHL quickly pushes Low off and sends him to the ropes. NHL charges right after his foe with a running knee, but Low somersaults under the attempt. NHL turns and gets caught with a deep arm drag. NHL shoots back up. Low hits him with another. NHL, a little slower, shoots back up again and spears Low down to the mat! Both men start throwing blind punches! They want each other DEAD!)

FJ: "This is…beautiful!"

HS: "This one is gonna only get more personal from here."

(NHL and Low finally break free from one another as Low slides to the outside to collect his head. NHL spits on him from the outside and Low gets hot! Low slides back into the ring and NHL is quick to push the ref aside and kick him in the ribs. NHL quickly sets Low up and connects with a snap suplex. NHL rolls over and makes a cover.)

1...

(Kickout! Low tries getting back up to a sitting position, but NHL kicks him across the small of the back. Low winces in pain as NHL follows up with a half nelson body scissors submission. He has it locked on tightly and he's trying to wear Low down!)

HS: "Smart strategy by NHL. Trying to wear down Low, whose stamina is like no other."

FJ: "Not gonna matter, Herbie! NHL is gonna get schooled! JUST WAIT!!"

HS: "That's just your opini…WAIT A MINUTE!!!"

FJ: "What…YES!!!"

(Down the entrance way we see "The Sensational" Brian Stevens slyly inch his way to the ring. Nathan sees this and breaks up the submission. Brian grins and mockingly waves at his arch-enemy. Nathan screams random vulgarities at Stevens, but all this is doing is giving Low a chance to recover. NHL finally realizes this and gets back on his downed foe.)

HS: "What in the HELL is Brian Stevens doing out here!?"

FJ: "Scouting, duh? He faces the winner in the finals in that daunting Steel Cage!"

HS: "…what an ass!"

(NHL brings Low to his feet and starts hitting some stiff forearms before sending him to the ropes. On the rebound, NHL hit's a high running knee that puts Low right back down on the mat. NHL quickly hit's the ropes and hit's a knee drop on Low. NHL covers and hooks the leg.)

1!!!

2!!

(Kickout! NHL glares over his shoulder at Stevens before bringing Low to his feet. NHL tosses Low into the corner and follows quickly in with a Roaring Forearm Smash. Low stumbles out and NHL explodes out of the corner and hit's a Northern Lariat! Low falls flat on his face and again, NHL goes to cover!)

1!!!

2!!!

(Kickout! Nathan is already visibly frustrated! He wants this and badly!)

HS: "Nathan is losing his head out there, Frank! That isn't good at all!"

FJ: "He has Stevens on the mind! As much as he wants to beat Low, Herb! He wants to kill Stevens that much more!"

HS: "He'll get Stevens if he can just beat Low!"

(NHL again brings Low to his feet and hit's a Northern Lights Suplex. NHL opts not bridge. Instead, he heads to the top rope and quickly flies off and connects with a knee drop from the top!! NHL is fired up!!! NHL brings Low up again and hit's a stalling suplex!)

HS: "Look at this, Frank! Stevens…that son of a bitch!"

FJ: "He's on the apron!"

(NHL kips up to his feet and swings wildly at Stevens. Brian avoids this and falls back down to the floor. The two start screaming at each other for literally a minute. NHL has now completely forgotten about Low…and that ain't a good thing! Finally, BAM! Yakuza Kick right to the back of NHL's head! He hesitates for a second, trying to realize what's happened…but crumbles. Low is holding his head and shares a glance with Stevens before following up on NHL.)

HS: "That…son of a bitch! That snake in the grass! Brian Stevens needs to be removed from ringside!"

FJ: "Nah. He's not hurting anyone!"

(Low starts violently stomping the neck of NHL. Low is PISSED! Low brings NHL to his feet and locks on a Cobra Clutch…but quickly turns it into a neckbreaker! The fans let out a collective "OOHH!" at that move! Low wastes little time caring about the fan reaction. Instead, Low locks on the Sugar Hold! NHL cries out in pain! Stevens laughs.)

HS: "Things aren't looking good for NHL, Frank!"

FJ: "I told you, bro! Low is gonna SERVE Nathan!"

HS: "That damn Brian Stevens!"

FJ: "Oh, come on! He didn't even touch NHL!"

(Brian Stevens starts talking smack to NHL, who is valiantly fighting his way to the ropes. Finally, he does get there and Low breaks the hold…but doesn't stop the violence! Low brings NHL to his feet and quickly sends him right back down with a Piledriver! Low makes a cover…)

1!!!

2!!!

(Kickout! The fans start chanting for NHL! Low shrugs it off and mocks them instead. Low allows NHL to get to his feet and locks on the beginnings of the Low Standard! NHL is able to flip Low up and over his back before he can lock it on. NHL is fired up! Low charges at NHL and hit's a series of punches! NHL hit's the ropes…but he's tripped up and stumbles towards Low! Low kicks NHL in the gut and BLASTS him with the Low Stunner!!! Low covers!)

1!!!

HS: "NO!"

2!!!

HS: "NO!!"

3!!!

HS: "Damn it, no!!!"

(Stevens slides into the ring and hits the Ace Crusher on NHL as he was trying to get up. Stevens slides back out, grabs a chair from under the ring, and slides back into the ring. He waits for NHL to get back up to his feet and he cracks NHL over the head with the chair.)

HS: "That son of a bitch!"

(He opens the chair and puts NHL's right leg into it up to the knee. Stevens flips off NHL as he jumps to the second turnbuckle. NHL is trying to get the chair off as Stevens leaps off and double stomps the chair shut on NHL's leg. NHL is rolling around in pain and agony as Stevens starts to spout off to Nathan. Stevens slides out as emergency teams take care of NHL who is in the ring a broken man.)

HS: "That goddamn bastard! He will pay! I hope he loses his match!"

FJ: "So you're rooting for Low? Wow, that's a new twist."

HS: "Ladies and gentlemen, we've already seen one hell of a show. But I promise that it is only getting better from here. Up next we have a rematch of sorts, from Revelation a year ago. World Champion Brian Williams goes head to head with The Hangman, in a battle of respect."

FJ: "The title isn't on the line tonight, but so much more is. And that doesn't mean these two won't give it everything they have!"

HS: "They have a long and storied rivalry, both being Hall of Famers and multiple time World Champions! Brian Williams has been on an absolute roll these last few months, but if there is one man who can stop him, Hangman is it!"

FJ: "Two different men, who dominated two different eras of the AWA. Hangman claims that he is better than ever, and it's hard to doubt the roll that Williams has been on."

HS: "It's the proverbial irresistible force meets the immovable object tonight!"

FJ: "Yes, but which one is which?"

HS: "I don't think it matters, Frank. The point is, hell is going to break loose in that ring."

FJ: "The last time these two met on a grand stage like this, it was in a triple threat match, where Schizm came out on top. This time, it's just between these two, and there is so much animosity between them, it could very well become the rivalry of the century!"

HS: "If they don't kill one another first!"

(The powerful chords of 'Harvester Of Sorrow' crash and smoke begins to billow from the entrance creating an ominous haze as we see the silhouette of the monster atop his throne. With his World Title draped over his left shoulder, Williams is ceremoniously carried to the ring on his throne by his minions. The sides of the entrance ramp erupt into towering infernos, as the servants of Lord Williams haul him to the ring.)

HS: "The Champion knows how to make an entrance."

FJ: "And how."

(Williams slowly steps up onto the apron from his throne, and his eyes are cold and dead. He steps over the ropes as the crowd gets pumped for the action they're about to witness.A picture of a longhorn skull appears on the AWATron as 'Sleep Now In The Fire' hits the P.A. Soon enough, as red pyros blast, a coffin lying vertical descends from the rafters. the front of the coffin isn't wood, but a projection screen. From one of the luxury boxes, a projection player begins to play one of those 'home-made' 8mm movies on it of Katherine. We can tell that the sound clips have been spliced, but it keeps repeating 'I love you Brian. Why didn't you save me? I'm dead.' Eventually, the projection player's tape overheats and causes a burn hole to appear over the film. Right on cue, the projection screen over the coffin begins to get a hole in it because The Hangman emerges through it, hat and Jesse James Gang coat ABLAZE! As he stalks down the entrance ramp, his hat falls off and he walks out of his coat without breaking pace. Stepping over the top rope, his head lolls to the side as strands of smoke still rise up off The Behemoth of the AWA.)

FJ: "He sure knows how to make an entrance, doesn't he?"

HS: "And, for that matter, an exit."

FJ: "Who is supposed to clean up after that fire?"

HS: "I don't know."

FJ: "It's not me, that's for sure."

(Williams and Hangman start to jaw to each other and Williams rips off his robes and tossest he title down in a fierce rage!)

HS: "The ultimate grudge match is about to get underway!"

FJ: "Does Hangman have what it takes to stop Lord Williams? Does anyone?"

(Before the referee can even sounds the opening bell, Williams lashes out one of his massive arms and grabs Hangman in a headlock. The powerful Hangman shoves the monster away, who goes charging into the ropes. Hangman attempts a shoulder block on the rebound, but Williams lunges with a shoulder of his own. The surprise can be seen on Hangman's face, even through his mask, but Williams is equally shocked.)

FJ: "Oh my God! It was like a train wreck in their, and both men are still standing!"

HS: "Williams has a size advantage on Hangman, but the Hall of Famer from San Antone has faced men just as big as Williams. In fact, as we've said earlier, these two have met on several occasions."

FJ: "This is going to be one for the ages. I haven't been this excited about a match in quite some time!"

HS: "After everything these two legends have been through, I can certainly agree with you!"

(Hangman quickly unloads with a right uppercut to Williams' jaw, angering him, and merely coercing him into a huge standing clothesline. Williams pulls Hangman to his feet and is bet with an elbow to the stomach for his efforts. Hangman then shoves Williams backward and once again both men are at a vertical base. They lock eyes for a moment with the blood thirsty crowd behind them, before Hangman unloads with a punch. Williams retorts with a right of his own, and they go back and forth, swinging for the fences. Hangman connects; Williams responds; Hangman; Williams; Hangman; Williams, and finally Williams breaks the monotony with a sudden kick to Hangman's stomach. Hangman doubles over into the World Champion's arms and is dropped with a quick DDT.)

HS: "DDT by Williams that just loosened the cobwebs for Hangman."

FJ: "He put a lot of force behind that one."

(Williams briefly thinks about a pin, but decides not to, and proceeds to stomp Hangman in the chest. The fans gasp after the loud smack that resonates through the arena and Hangman lets out a groan. Williams aims another big stomp, this time for Hangman's face, but the Champ only connects with the mat.)

FJ: "That was a close one. Williams is trying to injure Hangman to take him out of this match!"

HS: "That's because he realizes Hangman is a legitimate threat, I think. Could Lord Williams be desperate?"

FJ: "No, I just think he wants to see Hangman suffer!"

HS: "I'm sure Hangman returns that sentiment."

(Hangman rolls to his feet and once again makes eye contact with Williams. The two converge, but Hangman craftily reacts first, raking Williams across the face. Williams clutches at his eyes, giving Hangman the opportunity to apply an abdominal stretch, after a boot to the back of Lord Williams' knee equalize the height advantage. Williams tries to power up, but Hangman has the hold locked in tight. Hangman uses his free arm to land forearms into Williams exposed abdomen, wrenching it with more pressure after each blow.)

FJ: "It's going to take more than that to defeat a god."

HS: "Hangman is doing a good job of wearing the monster down, though. If he can keep this up, he just might pull off the upset tonight!"

FJ: "Would it really be an upset, though, if Hangman wins? After all, these are two of the greatest competitors in AWA history. The way I see it, each of them has a great shot at winning."

HS: "Well, Frank, that was undoubtedly the most intelligent thing I've ever heard you say."

FJ: "Don't get used to it."

HS: "With as much ire these two hold for one another, though, I have a feeling this is going to be one of those matches where, regardless of the winner, both men wind up on the losing in. They're apt to just beat the living hell out of one another till neither of them can stand!"

(It doesn't take long, though, for Williams to decide he has had enough of the submission, and using his unparalleled power, he suddenly stands up, grabbing Hangman as he does, and lifts Hangman into a fireman's carry. He then proceeds to lift Hangman, at three hundred and twenty five pounds, straight into the air with a military press. Williams, in an impressive show of strength, holds Hangman there for a few moments as eager fans take photographs. He then dumps Hangman down onto the mat, completing the press slam.)

FJ: "WHAT POWER! Did you see that, Herb?"

HS: "I'm sitting right next to you. Williams just seems to be toying with Hangman."

FJ: "He'd better not get too arrogant and let his guard down."

HS: "Wow, Frank, you're on a roll tonight. I actually might think you know what you're doing."

FJ: "Hey, when it's a match that I truly care about, why wouldn't I?"

HS: "You never cease to amaze me."

FJ: "Is that a good thing or bad?"

HS: "Usually bad."

FJ: "Usually? But not this time? Awww, Herb, I knew you loved me."

(Williams wastes little time continuing his assault, as Hangman is clutching at his lower back from the near ten foot fall, and he gives Hangman more reason to groan when he nails him square in the small of the back with a hard kick. SMACK! The fans let out a gasp as the kick echoes throughout the MGM Grand. Hangman is in visible pain as Williams quickly locks in a sleeperhold on his kneeled opponent. It doesn't take long for many fans to begin cheering for Hangman, albeit more out of the fact that they want to see Williams lose, and Williams laughs at them for their revelry. He then rears back and nails Hangman across the throat with a huge forearm, then stands up laughing over his fallen opponent.)

HS: "Williams nearly decapitated Hangman there! Hangman had better do something quick or this match is going to end soon!"

FJ: "Don't count him out just yet."

(Hangman takes the opportunity to let Williams gloat and quickly slides out of the ring to regain his composure. Williams scoffs at this and then hits the opposite ropes, charging full steam at Hangman on the recoil. Soon, Lord Williams is flying through the air with a suicide dive over the top rope. CLANK! That's the sound of a large object slamming hard into the guardrail outside the ring. Williams is now out cold as Hangman has narrowly avoided the impact.)

HS: "OH MY GOD! Williams just landed into the steel guardrail! He has to be out cold!"

FJ: "That's why it's called a suicide dive. I told you he might get too arrogant."

HS: "He really wanted to hurt Hangman there, but instead took himself out. The back of his neck and shoulders just connected hard with that. I think he may have left a dent!"

(Hangman takes the opportunity to go on the offensive, scooping Williams off the ground and dropping him chest first across the railing, ignoring the fans daring enough to reach out and touch him. Hangman then tosses Williams back first into the steps by the back of his neck. CLUNK! Hangman charges at Williams with a big boot, but only manages to knock the steps apart, just missing Williams face. Williams isn't able to avoid Hangman for long, though, and ends up the victim of a strong headlock. Hangman rolls Williams into the ring and follows suit. He then pulls Williams up by his hair and whips him into the turnbuckle. Hangman quickly unloads with a hard elbow to Williams' face and then chops him across the chest.)

FJ: "See, what did I tell you? Never count Hangman out."

HS: "That high risk maneuver really cost Williams. It definitely turned the tide of this match."

(Hangman grabs Williams by the back of the head and proceeds to slam his face into the turnbuckle as the fans count along ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! Williams staggers back a moment at the last one, and Hangman takes this time to begin loosening the top turnbuckle padding. He pulls it away and tosses it out of the ring, to the delight of many fans. He then goes to slam Williams' face first again into the exposed turnbuckle. However, Williams catches himself, halting the move, and giving the referee enough time to stand between the two, pushing Hangman off.)

FJ: "What is the referee doing?"

HS: "He's preventing Hangman from disqualifying himself! This isn't any type of hardcore rules match. Exposing the turnbuckle like that is cheating!"

FJ: "He should just let them tear each other apart!"

HS: "He's only doing his job."

(Williams shoves the referee aside with one arm and slaps Hangman across the face.)

FJ: "Hangman had this match in the bag! The referee distracted him!"

HS: "Like I said, he was just doing his job!"

(Williams has mostly regained his composure, at least enough to suddenly whip Hangman hard into the same turnbuckle. Hangman staggers towards the middle of the ring from the impact where Williams unloads with a running big boot.)

HS: "OH! And just like that, Williams is back in this match!"

FJ: "Damn referees!"

(Williams scoops Hangman up and dumps him over the top rope into a tree of woe. Williams takes a few steps back and then charges, stomping Hangman in the stomach viciously, and springing him from the ropes. Hangman lies on the mat, hunched over in pain as Williams has driven all the wind from his solar plexus. Williams then leans over and smacks Hangman in the back of the head a few times, treating him like a beat dog. After shouting some obscenities into Hangman's face, Williams grabs the San Antonio native by the throat and pulls him up to a vertical base. Williams curses a bit more and then reaches out with his other arm and palms Hangman across the throat. He then lifts Hangman into the air with a double choke as the referee begins a five count from the illegal move. Williams doesn't release the hold right at five, but does eventually let go, slamming Hangman down to his back.)

HS: "And once again, Brian Williams is in complete control of this match up."

FJ: "It's Lord Williams."

(Williams continues his relentless assault by pulling Hangman up to his feet. Hangman is barely able to stand, and Williams laughs in his face and slaps him again. This seems to snap the focus back into Hangman, because his legs are no longer rubber. However, before he can react, Williams has him scooped up. Williams backs up and taunts the booing crowd with a sinister smirk.)

FJ: "No? What is he going to do here?"

HS: "He can't do this!"

FJ: "He can and he will, Herb!"

(Williams then gives a heave and executes a fall away slam over the ropes. Williams stands in the middle of the ring, waiting for the crowd's reaction. When he doesn't hear gasps, but instead surprise, he turns around to see that Hangman caught himself on the ropes and didn't fall at all. Williams is nearly dumbfounded, and is too late to stop Hangman from bouncing off the top rope and tackling Williams to the mat.)

FJ: "SPEAR! SPEAR! SPEAR!"

HS: "That's the Texas Pinebox Special! Hangman pulled that out of nowhere!"

FJ: "Lord Williams is once again done in by his arrogance!"

HS: "He sure as hell didn't see that coming."

(The fans roar, though with little concern from Hangman, as one Hall of Famer pins another. It has to be over for the World Champion. ONE!... TWO!...)

FJ: "THREE! HANGMAN HAS DONE IT!"

HS: "NO! The World Champion got his shoulders up! How did he?"

FJ: "He's a god! I can't believe it! Williams is still in this thing! God's really are immortal!"

HS: "Hangman can't believe it either!"

(Hangman looks square at the referee, practically threatening him, but soon turns his focus back onto Williams. Hangman stomps at Williams violently, and then drops an elbow to Williams' chest. He leans down and wraps his arms around Williams' body, gripping his fingers together behind his opponent's back. Hangman then proceeds to lift the seven foot, three hundred fifty pound monster off the map and into a bearhug.)

HS: "Now Hangman is showing his strength! Look at the intensity on his face!"

FJ: "Hangman is going to make Williams pass out!"

HS: "Williams is out of it now. That spear really took a lot out of him."

FJ: "And you have to wonder what kind of condition his back is in after missing on that suicide dive earlier!"

(The more Williams struggles to break free, the harder Hangman squeezes. Hangman has Williams off the ground, amazingly, and in a world of hurt. Williams tries to swing blows at Hangman's head, but there is no leverage behind them with his feet off the mat, and Hangman merely shrugs them off. He tries elbowing him, but Hangman is just too focused. Things begin to look bleak for the World Champion. Suddenly, though, Williams puts in a last ditch effort, and out of desperation, begins to grab at Hangman's mask.)

HS: "What is he doing?"

FJ: "I think… I think he's trying to unmask Hangman!"

HS: "To what end? We all know what face lies beneath that mask. He's not a luchador!"

FJ: "Yes, but how much does Hangman want the memory of Aaron Matthewson to stay buried? Remember what happened the last time his mask came off?"

HS: "You're right, Frank! But I thought he had put Aaron behind him?"

FJ: "He did! Maybe he just can't see through that mask?"

HS: "I think you're right!"

(Hangman has no choice but to charge Williams hard into the turnbuckle. He drops Williams onto the top of the turnbuckle and then quickly adjusts his mask. Hangman then tries to position Williams on the top turnbuckle by turning him around.)

HS: "I think Hangman wants to go for Strung Out here! But I don't think he's going to get Williams to turn."

FJ: "He might! And if he does, this match is over!"

HS: "Williams is regaining his senses though."

(Hangman proves to be too slow, however, and Williams does in fact shake away the cobwebs. He then lands a clubbing blow to the back of Hangman's skull and unloads again with a huge haymaker. Hangman rears back from the impact and Williams then shoves him off hard, dropping him down to the mat. Williams looks down at Hangman with a menacing glare, and then stands up on the top turnbuckle.)

HS: "What is Brian Williams going to do here?"

FJ: "I think he's going to do something drastic… again!"

HS: "High risk maneuver!"

FJ: "When will he learn?"

(However, Williams proves Frank wrong as he leaps off the top rope with force and drives an elbow square into Hangman's chest, getting a huge reaction from the crowd.)

HS: "OH MY GOD! Williams just landed a HUGE elbow drop right into Hangman's chest!"

FJ: "The high risk finally paid off for him!"

HS: "Hangman is in a world of trouble now."

(Williams rolls up to his feet and begins stalking Hangman. The challenger slowly begins to stagger on the mat, and is eventually up to one knee. He slowly climbs to his feet where Lord Williams is waiting anxiously with a kick to his gut. Williams quickly applies a front face lock and drops Hangman down into a reverse DDT, driving his elbow into Hangman's mask.)

HS & FJ: "MORBID REALITY!"

HS: "Williams pulls this one out!"

FJ: "It's over! It's over! Hangman just wasn't enough to stop him!"

HS: "Will anyone be able to stop this monster?"

(Williams covers Hangman, driving an elbow into his throat as he does, and the fans count behind the referee ONE! TWO! THREE! NO! Hangman kicks out at the very last possible second.)

HS: "HE KICKED OUT! HANGMAN KICKED OUT OF MORBID REALITY!"

FJ: "Where did he get that from? Hangman had to dig down deep for that! I don't believe it!"

HS: "I don't believe it myself, either! Maybe Hangman does have what it takes?"

FJ: "Yes, but does he have enough left in him to even come close?"

HS: "Remember what you said earlier? This could go to either man!"

(Williams is completely shocked. He begins stalking the referee, blaming him for a faulty count as the fans are in a frenzy. Hangman begins stirring on the mat, catching Williams' attention. Williams goes over, in a fury, and pulls Hangman up, but gets caught in the eye with Hangman's thumb. While this doesn't do much damage, it does prove to infuriate Williams even more, and he charges at Hangman. But Hangman drops down and lifts Williams up and over with a back drop. Williams meets jaw first into the exposed turnbuckle, and staggers out of the corner dizzy.)

HS: "Williams just landed face first into that exposed steel! Hangman's plan worked out in the end!"

FJ: "I think he just baited Williams right into that! Can he capitalize, though?"

(Hangman limps a bit and drops down to one knee, exhausted. Williams rubs his head and jaw and quickly snaps out of it. When his eyes catch Hangman, they grow wide and he again charges, attempting a clothesline. But Hangman ducks and reaches up quickly, grabbing Williams by his suddenly recently injured jaw.)

HS: "THAT'S THE CLAW! HANGMAN HAS THE CLAW!"

FJ: "But can he finish?"

HS: "Williams is struggling to break free!"

HS & FJ: "SOUTHERN COMFORT SLAM!"

HS: "How the hell did Hangman pull that off?"

FJ: "I told you, never count Hangman out!"

HS: "AND THE CLAW IS STILL LOCKED IN!"

FJ: "He's not letting go! Williams' shoulders are down!"

(The referee sees what Frank does and begins a count… ONE!... TWO!... Williams lunges his shoulder up, but Hangman does not let go of the move. ONE!... TWO!... Again, Williams gets a shoulder up. But still, he cannot escape the claw from Hangman.)

HS: "Williams can't break free. That exposed turnbuckle may have broken his jaw, and Hangman is clamped on tight!"

FJ: "Another pin! ONE! TWO! Williams can't keep getting out forever! He has to break this hold."

HS: "Hangman only needs to keep it locked in a little more. Williams is fading fast from the pain!"

FJ: "He's going to tap out! He's going to tap out!"

HS: "He's fighting it! Williams is fighting it. He's screaming no!"

FJ: "ONE! TWO! THIS IS CRAZY!"

HS: "How much longer can Williams possibly hold on?"

FJ: "I don't think he has much more left. He has to tap. TAP! TAP! TAP!"

HS: "He won't! Brian Williams will never tap out! He will fight until there isn't a breath in his body to defeat the Hangman! He is too strong to let himself be pinned and he is the "god of the people" so he won't tap out because that would show weakness."

FJ: "Wait… what's going on?"

HS: "THE REFEREE IS CALLING FOR THE BELL!"

FJ: "Did he tap out?"

HS: "No! I think he's… he's passed out! The referee has declared Williams unfit to compete any further!"

FJ: "Hangman wins?"

HS: "Wow! Brian Williams was too stubborn to tap out and he held on until his mortal body couldn't any longer. Brian must have tried his damndest to get out of that hold, but alas, his body failed him. I think that this will motivate a change in our champion. If he is a god, then he will shed his body and become one!

FJ: "It was the right move, I think."

HS: "I agree… but I know that when Williams comes to, he won't!"

FJ: "He's in too much pain right now to even realize what happened, I think. Hangman baited Williams and has come out on top!"

HS: "I guess the god isn't immortal after all! We will have to wait and see what Shock might bring us on this front. Very interesting. Will he be immortal on Sunday?"

FJ: "I know this isn't over!"

(The Hangman stalks Brian Williams, waiting for him to turn around. As soon as he does, The Hangman slaps on the facial claw and delivers a NASTY Southern Comfort Slam! However, The Hangman does something he usually doesn't do and that is let go of the clawhold. His tongue shoots out and he brushes the underside of his chin with it as his head sways to and fro ever so slightly, his gaze blank. After completely incapacitating Brian Williams, The Hangman slides out and grabs the AWA World Title. Standing over his fallen adversary, he then proceeds to BEAT his own head with the belt causing it to gush forth with blood. Reaching under his mask with a finger he writes, "I Killed God" on his chest with his own blood. He then dips his fingers again under his mask to wash them in blood before putting an upside down cross under each of Brian Williams' eyes.)

HS: "Such flagrant actions!"

(We then hear, "Jet Black New Year" by Thursday play through the PA system as Brian Stevens runs down the entrance ramp and slides under the ropes to get face to face with The Hangman. Both men have an intense staredown. Suddenly, The Hangman lets a sneer spread across his face and motion at the AWA World Title. We read his lips and can barely hear him say, "You want this? You can have this, but you know what you need to do." It only takes Brian a second's worth of contemplation as he then turns and begins laying into Brian Williams even hitting him with an Ace Crusher.)

FJ: "Stevens? What's he doing with the Hangman??!!"

HS: "He's been busy tonight, huh?"

(Nightmist and CON are seen parting the curtains with Lord Williams' throne! The Hangman slides under the ring and procures a barb-wire 'crown' As Brian Stevens sits Brian Williams up, The Hangman revives the fallen lord the only way he knows how....through pain. Brian Williams bellows back into consciousness only for him to be subdued with another beatdown, this time from Hangman, Stevens, AND Nightmist. The Hangman motions to Nightmist and Brian Stevens to get him out of the ring and they do so....placing him on his throne and carrying him back up the entrance ramp! Letting a wicked grin rip through his face, he nods in satisfaction before getting a microphone. Speaking into it he says....)

HANGMAN: "Welcome the newest member of The Blood Court, Brian Stevens! Bow before your new AWA World Champion as he passes by you! I told you that I was taking more than just the title of lordship from Brian Williams. Now The Blood Court has taken his championship title! Look upon your fallen god and know that Dark Justice has been served. At Shock, the ropes will come down and you will know all of your judges!"

HS: "Strong words by the Hangman."

FJ: "But what does it mean?"

HS: "Check out Shock on Sunday I guess."

HS: "Ladies and gentlemen, this is it, the seventh King Of The Kage tournament finals. In 2000, Sabotage started this tradition that has quickly become one of the biggest nights in the AWA calendar by beating Lars Fredrickson. The following year, one of tonight's finalists became the second King Of The Kage when Low defeated Drake Hyde."

FJ: "That's right. In 2002, the tournament's format was experimented with and Black Dragon won a 4-way Match over Dave Santini, Ian Hensley and Renegade. In 2003, Drake Hyde and Nightmist engaged in one of the most violent battles in AWA history, with Drake Hyde walking away the winner, yet never returning to a prominent position in the AWA after that."

HS: "2004 saw two King Of The Kage tournaments in lieu of the AWA splitting into two rosters. Jeff Christianson defeated Michael Stevens to win the Xplosion version, while Haunt, who was later revealed to be Nightmist, defeated Brian Williams for the Shock version. And finally, last year, Whisper defeated Schizm to win the tournament AND the vacant AWA World Heavyweight title."

FJ: "Herb, I'm really jacked up for this. For the past week, Brian Stevens and Low verbally tore into each other, while never denying that they have a certain amount of respect for each other. After all, they were stablemates in The Administration, and Low was a mentor to Stevens during that time."

HS: "That's right, but they also had their confrontations. When Low was the World Champion last year, he and Stevens had a very close match that had a questionable call from the referee. They also competed in several tag team matches, and Stevens, along with NHL, won one of those."

FJ: "Well, NHL is a thing of the past after the brutal attack after his loss to Low earlier tonight. Brian Stevens put a number on his knee and might have FINALLY broken NHL to the point he will not return."

HS: "Well, that remains to be seen. The question now is, will Brian Stevens fulfill his self-professed destiny and become the King Of The Kage for the first time, or will The Legendary Low win the trophy for an unprecedented second time?"

(For the third time tonight, the lights slowly dim in the arena and "Jet Black New Year" by Thursday hits over the PA System and 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 songs beat as "The Sensational" Brian Stevens emerges from the back. Stevens stands atop the entrance ramp, shooting the crowd his trademark smirk as cockily as ever, even though the wear and tear of his previous two matches is evident on his face.)

HS: "Stevens had a tough match with Orlando Ortega in the first round, but he walked away victorious from that one. It was close, but he took it home. In the semifinals he defeated Jeff Christianson in another tough match, a rematch from their highly acclaimed Low Rules Match at last year's Last Man Standing."

(Stevens starts making his way down the ramp, sprinting from the bottom of the ramp and sliding effortlessly under the bottom rope and into the ring. Brian Stevens slides until center ring before nonchalantly rolling forward and flipping up to his feet in a unique kip up. Brian Stevens starts cockily pounding his chest once up to his feet before throwing his arms open in a very conceited fashion, displaying his smugness proudly to the fans. Brian does this to all sides of the ring before finding his corner and removing his ring jacket and stretching briefly.)

HS: "I wonder if it is a wise move by Stevens to waste so much energy on his ring entrance."

FJ: "Bitch, he has enough youth and endurance to do it all. BELIEVE THAT!"

HS: "Shut up, Frank."

(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, Richard O. Dickinson III and Debbie Stone step out onto the stage. Low looks into the crowd and smiles as he relishes in the reaction, while Richard argues with the fans. Debbie just stands in the background, shooting hate-filled looks to Low's opponent.)

HS: "Low defeated Logan Alexander in what ended up being a closer match than most had anticipated. Logan certainly showed his worth in that encounter. He then defeated Nathan Hawthorne-Lee for the second year in a row to advance to his second King Of The Kage finals."

( 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. 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.)

HS: "Low has a decisive advantage when it comes to Steel Cage Matches, but Stevens might have more momentum at this point. Both men are the same size and virtually the same weight, with Stevens slightly more muscular. Low has had more wear and tear inflicted on his body over the past few years, but he has also had several weeks of rest, unlike Stevens. Stevens at age 23 might be the hungrier man, but Low at age 29 has a lot more experience."

FJ: "And looking at Low's new tattoo, let's keep in mind that some of his greatest moments came inside some sort of cage."

(Low shakes hands with ROD and hugs Debbie before they leave the ringside area and walk to the back again. The camera now focuses on the cell hanging above the ring and being slowly lowered to ominous music.)

FJ: "Think about all the huge wars this cage has seen throughout the years. Not just the afore mentioned King Of The Kage finals. Lars Fredrickson versus C-Rock at Overpower 2000. Aaron Matthewson versus Brian Williams versus Jayson Price at Classic 2003. Brian Williams versus Zeal at Wrestlefest V. Williams versus Low at Springs And Breaks 2005. Low versus Whisper at Wrestlefest VII."

HS: "Indeed, some of the most memorable battles in AWA history have been held inside that cell."

(The cell has now been lowered completely over the ringside area. Low and Stevens stare at each other across the ring and slowly walk towards each other. The referee calls for the bell as the slowly get closer.)

FJ: "The match has officially started."

HS: "You can cut this tension with a knife. Look at the intensity inside that ring."

(Suddenly, Stevens hits Low with a palm strike to his stomach, then grabs his head and hits the Ace Crusher! Stevens covers and gets 1..... 2..... NO! CLOSE kickout by the nine-time former World Champion.)

FJ: "Whoa, Stevens tricked Low into a false sense of patience here and almost won the match!"

HS: "But Low kicked out of the Ace Crusher at the last second. And now Low rolls out to regroup."

FJ: "But Stevens won't let him!"

(Low does indeed roll out of the ring, but Stevens quickly follows him. Still stunned from the Ace Crusher, Low is being grabbed by the hair and sent head first into the cell. Stevens is relentless and smashes Low's face into the cage repeatedly, then proceeds to rub Low's face into the steel mesh.)

FJ: "Stevens is trying to take control early, and he looks to be successful."

(We can see that Low is busted up badly, a stream of blood flowing down his face and upper body, but Stevens doesn't let go. He grabs Low by the neck and walks him over to the door of the cell, which is locked with a heavy steel chain and a padlock. Stevens grabs Low and rams his head into the chain and the lock several times before just letting Low drop to the ground and sliding back into the ring.)

FJ: "Stevens wasted no time here and Low is in bad shape."

HS: "Low was surprised by Stevens early on and he is paying the price now."

(Stevens stands in the ring, pacing himself for a longer match. Low slowly crawls back into the ring and uses the ropes to help himself up. Just as he stands, Stevens charges and nails Low with a shining wizard. Stevens covers and gets 1..... 2..... and a kick out. Again not wasting any time, Stevens applies an anaconda vice on Low.)

HS: "Smart strategy by Stevens, cutting the blood flow to Low's head applying a painful hold that could either end in Low passing out or him tapping Low."

FJ: "It IS a smart strategy, the kind of strategy Low usually uses."

HS: "Stevens DID listen to his mentor after all."

(Low seems to get weaker and weaker, but suddenly he reaches around and simply sticks a thumb into Stevens' right eye. Stevens screams in pain and releases the anaconda vice, but Low doesn't let go of Stevens' eye.)

FJ: "He told him he would counter like this."

(Low gets up and starts stomping away at Stevens, but Stevens gets back to his feet. Low staggers him with a hard right to the head and then goes into the ropes, but Stevens ducks Low's attempt at a lariat and backdrops him over the top rope and out of the ring. Low lands and crashes with his shoulder against the cell. Stevens follows Low to the outside again, picks him up and rams him several times back first into the cage. Stevens then goes for an Irish whips against the ringsteps, but Low is able to reverse it and send Stevens knee first into the steps instead.)

FJ: "What a thud."

HS: "And Stevens obviously hurt his knees on that one."

FJ: "Look at Low, he's picking up the upper part of the steps."

(Low picks up part of the steps and waits for Stevens to get up. Stevens does so, turns around and his head is hit by the steps. Stevens is now backed up against the cell. Low takes a few steps back and then just throws the steps in Stevens' direction. Before they come flying at his head, though, Stevens is able to turn to the side and get his shoulder up, so the steps hit him there.)

FJ: "Stevens was lucky that one didn't hit where it was intended to."

HS: "It still must have hurt like hell."

(Low picks the steps up again and this time nails Stevens right on the forehead, sending him down and opening him up as well.)

HS: "And now Brian Stevens is busted wide open, too."

FJ: "Which was practically guaranteed considering the match AND the opponent."

(As Stevens seems to be out of it, Low pulls up the ring apron and pulls out a huge bag which he throws into the ring. He then throws in a chair and a garbage can. As Stevens is only stirring slightly, Low adds a ladder and a table to the mix before sliding into the ring himself.)

HS: "What is he doing there?"

FJ: "Making this entire scenario even more dangerous than it already is."

HS: "I shudder thinking about what could be inside that bag."

FJ: "Well, I guess we're about to find out."

(Low opens up the bag and pours the entire content into the ring. As the camera focuses on the pile of weapons, besides what is already in the ring we see a frying pan, wire cutters, a roll of barbed wire, a small black bag, a large Russian chain, a leather strap, a cowbell, and brass knuckles.)

HS: "What's next, a German tank?"

FJ: "Who knows?"

(Low picks up the chair and waits for Stevens to get back into the ring. The bloody Stevens does so, but very slowly. Low lifts up the chair and takes aim, but suddenly Stevens jumps up and nails the chair with a leaping roundhouse kick, sending the chair with a loud thud right into the face of Low.)

HS: "He tricked him. AGAIN!"

(Low goes down and Stevens immediately covers, getting 1..... 2..... and a kick out.)

FJ: "Stevens is really trying to take it home here, not wasting any opportunities to win this match."

HS: "And he shouldn't."

(Stevens picks up the ladder and puts it on his shoulder. As Low gets up, Stevens uses the ladder as a battering ram, charges Low and nails him right on the skull. Stevens then takes the ladder and just rams it all over Low's body, again and again.)

HS: "He doesn't care which body part he hurts, there's no tactic behind this, just complete and utter destruction."

FJ: "That IS the tactic!"

(After hitting Low with the ladder seven times, Stevens drops it and covers again, getting 1..... 2..... and a close kick out. Stevens now places the ladder over Low's body and climbs to the top rope. He jumps and comes down with a flying double stomp onto the ladder.)

FJ: "Did you hear that noise? It might have been Low's ribs cracking!"

HS: "And another cover!"

(1..... 2..... Low kicks out again. Stevens now puts up the ladder and starts climbing it. But suddenly, Low grabs the referee's leg and pushes him against the ladder. The ladder shakes, but Stevens is able to balance it and keep it from falling over. However, he starts yelling at the referee, berating him for being in the wrong position, when suddenly Low makes it at least up to his knees and pushes the ladder over! The fans "ooooh" and "aaaaah" as the ladder falls against the top rope and Stevens falls over the top rope, out of the ring and comes crashing against the cell.)

FJ: "Holy shit! Thankfully all AWA cages have been reinforced after all the events of last year."

HS: "But Stevens is in a heap of trouble now."

(Low sinks to the mat and takes a breather now. Meanwhile, Stevens is leaning against the cell, holding his shoulder.)

HS: "Between the attack with the steps and this fall against the cell, Stevens' shoulder might be in trouble if Low ever applies the Low Standard."

FJ: "Right now, both seem to be in trouble. But considering the matches these two have been through here tonight, they still look to be in remarkable shape."

(Low crawls over to the ropes and rolls out of the ring next to the side where Stevens is leaning against the cell. Low then proceeds to pull up the protective mats, revealing the cold hard concrete floor of the MGM Grand. He then walks over to Stevens and grabs the bloody former World Champion by his jet black hair, walking him over to the exposed concrete area.)

HS: "The referee is warning Low for whatever he has planned, but there is nothing the official can do in this kind of match."

(Low puts Stevens head between his legs, pulls him up and delivers a perfect piledriver. We hear and uncomfortable noise as Stevens skull connects with the concrete floor. Low has trouble picking Stevens up and getting him into the ring, but using all his remaining strength, he finally manages it. He covers Stevens and gets 1..... 2..... No! Stevens is able to drape his leg across the bottom rope at last split-second.)

FJ: "This was close."

HS: "No wonder after Stevens head suffered through that piledriver."

(Low now sets up the wooden table he slid into the ring some time ago. He pulls Stevens up and gets behind him, setting him up for a German suplex through the table, but Stevens wraps his leg around Low's, nails him with a series of elbows to the side of the head, switches positions with Low and nails him with a half nelson suplex THROUGH THE TABLE! The crowd responds with a "Holy shit!"-chant.)

FJ: "The crowd is right!"

HS: "Low's neck may have been broken here!"

(We go to an instant replay of the suplex and see Low's neck connecting with the table in awkward angle. In the ring, the referee tends to Low, checking on his condition, but Stevens pushes him aside and covers. As the referee warns Stevens about touching him, Stevens yells at the referee to start counting, which he reluctantly does. 1..... 2..... CLOSE kick out.)

HS: "Stevens wasted no time covering Low, however he wasted time by forcing the referee into this argument."

(Stevens walks over to the pile of weapons Low placed in the ring earlier on and grabs the frying pan.)

FJ: "That's Low's good old trusty frying pan, the one that came in handily when he nailed Orlando Ortega with it recently."

(Low is up on his knees, kneeling before Stevens, but Stevens shows no mercy and hits Low with the frying pan right across the head. Stevens covers and gets 1..... 2..... and a kick out. Stevens then gets into a short argument with the referee.)

HS: "Stevens is really trying to force this now, he wants to take the trophy home. But he has to be careful, because that type of behaviour could very lead to a mistake, and ONE mistake is all Low needs to turn the tide in his favor."

(Stevens now grabs Low by his right hand and drags him into a corner. It takes him some time, as obviously fatigue is setting in after two previous matches. Stevens then grabs the trash can and places it in Low's lap, right before his chest and head. He then walks to the opposite side of the ring, gets out and starts climbing to the top turnbuckle.)

FJ: "I wonder what he pulls out of his hat now."

(Stevens is now on teh top rope. He launches himself all the way across the ring and goes for a dropkick into the trash can.)

FJ: "VAN TERMINATOR!"

HS: "MISSED!"

(As Stevens is halfway through the ring, Low suddenly just throws the trash can at Stevens and nails him right in the face. Stevens flight comes to a crashing halt and he falls to the mat. The fans are in an uproar.)

HS: "Neither man is particular popular with this or any crowd, but they know for a fact that these two are two of the best worldwide this sport has to offer!"

FJ: "Stevens has never done this before to my knowledge. It amazes me how he can still pull out such a high risk maneuver at this stage in the match."

HS: "But he's also demonstrated why moves like this one are called high risk moves."

(Stevens is down and seemingly out, while Low starts crawling towards him. Low drapes an arm over Stevens' chest and the referee counts 1..... 2..... 3! NO! Stevens kicked out JUST before the referee's hand slaps the mat for the third time.)

FJ: "That was close."

HS: "Both men are exhausted, both men are bleeding, both men have suffered a lot of pain here tonight in Las Vegas. But both men are also determined to go on until one man just can't go on anymore!"

(Low pulls Stevens up and nonchalantly throws him over the top rope and out of the ring onto the concrete floor that he exposed earlier in the match. He then walks over to the pile of weapons and picks up the wire cutter, before following Stevens to the outside.)

HS: "I don't think I even want to imagine what Low has planned.)

(As Stevens is lying on the concrete, Low starts cutting a hole into the cell.)

HS: "What is he doing, is he trying to leave the cell?"

FJ: "Through that little hole? This is a head-sized hole at best... oh oh..."

(Frank seemed to anticipate what Low was planning. Low pulls Stevens up and starts pushing his head into the hole in the cell. However, the hole is just a tad to small, so Low pushes Stevens' head really hard.)

HS: "He's trying to stuff Stevens' head through that small hole. The cage must be really sharp where Low cut it open."

(Finally, Low is is able to press Stevens' head through that hole. Stevens is trying to get out, but to no avail. Low then starts kicking and punching away at Stevens, focusing on his lower back and shoulder areas to soften him up for his submission holds. Finally, he begins to pull Stevens back out of the hole.)

HS: "Oh, look at that! You can clearly see the sharp cut open cage cut into Stevens' skin!"

(Stevens screams in pain as his face is partly cut open by sharp steel. Low rolls Stevens back into the ring and takes the wire cutter with him. he then grabs the roll of barbed wire.)

FJ: "Oh oh, Low is in training, if you will, when it comes to barbed wire. I think Stevens will find out that with barbed wire, it doesn't really matter if there is an official winner or not."

(Low unwraps the barbed wire and then cuts about six feet off of it. He then proceeds to whip Stevens with the wire as if it were a leather whip. Stevens is screaming in pain, but Low isn't through yet with the barbed wire. Low then applies the STF, but instead of using his hands to pull Stevens' head back, he takes the barbed wire and wraps it over Stevens' forehead while pulling back. As he does so, he keeps screaming "TAP, DAMN IT!")

FJ: "The TDI!"

HS: "Imagine the pain Brian Stevens must be in with the barbed wire raking across his forehead. But he doesn't tap out!"

(Low keeps pulling back, but Stevens refuses to tap out. After a while, Low releases the hold in frustration and also drops the barbed wire. Low sinks down to the mat next to Stevens.)

HS: "These two men are giving it their all, but it doesn't seem either of them has much left. They may purely function on instincts here. How many times have you seen The Legendary Low taking a rest like that?"

FJ: "Not many."

HS: "Exactly."

(Low, however, is the first man back up. He walks over to Stevens and grabs him by the ankles, pulling him into the middle of the ring. He steps over and sets Stevens up for the Low Profile, when suddenly Stevens throws a fireball that hits Low right in the face!)

FJ: "WHOA!"

HS: "Stevens countered the Low Profile with a fireball. Ewww, it smells like burned flesh here at ringside!"

(Low is screaming in pain and holding his eyes as Stevens slowly, very slowly, crawls over to Low and covers him. He hooks the leg and gets 1..... 2..... 3!)

FJ: "Brian Stevens is the 2006 King Of The Kage!"

HS: "No, he isn't!"

(As we get a different camera angle, we see that Low's put his leg over the bottom rope, which the referee noted just a tad too late.)

FJ: "The referee screwed Stevens again!"

HS: "No, in fact, he made sure Stevens gets the chance for a REAL win! Anyhow, folks, this match must continue."

(Stevens slowly gets up and then puts up the ladder once again. He climbs up to the top rung as Low still holds his eyes in pain. With Low not being able to see, Stevens catapults himself off the top of the ladder and nails Low with a flying headbutt.)

HS: "What a move!"

FJ: "He almost hit the roof of the cell there, I think."

(After this high impact move, Stevens is slow to get up, but he does so before Low even stirs. Stevens covers again and gets 1..... 2..... and a close kick out. Stevens now walks over to the pile of weapons again and picks up the small black bag.)

HS: "I wonder what is in that bag."

FJ: "Nothing healthy, that's for sure."

(Stevens opens the bag and then pours its content over the ring mat.)

HS: "THUMBTACKS!"

(The crowd reacts with anticipation as a slight devious smile appears below Stevens' crimson mask. Stevens picks Low up, hoists him on his shoulder and sets him up for the North Star Driver.)

HS: "He won't!"

FJ: "Oh yes, he will!"

(Stevens walks over to the thumbtacks and positions himself so that he won't land in the thumbtacks himself, then drops down and sends Low into the thumbtacks with the North Star Driver, drawing another "Holy shit!"-chant from the crowd.)

HS: "I can't believe he did that!"

FJ: "Look at Low, he must be out of it! But as you can see, Stevens has a few thumbtacks sticking into his thigh and arm as well."

(After Stevens pulls out some of the thumbtacks that are piercing his skin, he covers Low, careful not to put anymore thumbtacks into his body. The referee counts 1..... 2..... 3! NO! Low SLIGHTLY rolled up his shoulder and the referee stopped just before counting to three. Brian Stevens is frustrated and angry now. He gets up and starts yelling at the referee.)

HS: "Brian Stevens is getting frustrated now as nothing seems enough to put Low away. Arguing with the referee certainly won't do the trick."

(Low is slowly crawling out of the pile of thumbtacks, obviously in a huge amount of pain. We see dozens of thumbtacks sticking in his back, arms and even the back of his head.)

HS: "Look at Low, he is a wreck."

FJ: "Maybe Stevens is forcefully taking that torch away from him after all."

(As Low crawls towards Stevens, Stevens picks up the Russian chain from the assortment of weapons. He wraps it around his right fist and goes to nail Low with it, but Low suddenly lunges forward and nails Stevens with a low blow. Adrenaline seems to be setting in as Low jumps up, grabs Stevens by the head and hits the Low Stunner.)

HS: "Low Stunner! This could be it!"

(Low immediately covers Stevens and gets 1..... 2..... NO! Close kick out! Low now wipes the blood out of his eyes and looks at his blood-smeared hands, then starts pulling out of the thumbtacks of his left arm. Low waits for Stevens to get up, and as he does, Low grabs his arm and goes for the chicken wing crossface to set up the Low Standard, but before Low can fully reach around, Stevens grabs him by the neck and pulls him over with a snapmare. Both are on their feet again and Stevens applies a front headlock, then drops backwards and forces Low down to the mat.)

FJ: "The guillotine choke!"

HS: "Stevens with a dangerous choke that Low won't be able to withstand for long this late into the night."

(Stevens screams as he applies the hold, moving his upper body back and forth to add leverage. But suddenly his scream turns from determined to blood-curling and frightening.)

FJ: "What happened?"

HS: "I don't kn-... Jesus Christ, look at this! He's got a knife sticking in his thigh!"

(Stevens lets out an awful scream and immedietyl releases the guillotine choke. He holds his right thigh and we can now see that there is indeed a jackknife sticking in his thigh. The reversed angle instant replay then shows us that while in the guillotine choke, Low used his last ounce of strength to reach into his boot and pull out this jackknife, pulls out the blade and sticks it into Stevens' thigh.)

HS: "This is downright brutal. This is criminal. Somebody needs to step in NOW!"

(The referee tries to pull the knife out of Stevens' thigh, but Stevens pushes him away. Stevens pulls himself up with the help of the ropes and then starts limping. As he turns around, Low nails him right over the head with the steel chair, but before Stevens can fall to the mat, Low holds on to him. He walks him over to the thumbtacks, hooks his head, lifts him up and hits an implant DDT right onto the thumbtacks!)

HS: "Oh my god! Stevens just went head first into the thumbtacks! There are tacks sticking in his face and a jackknife sticking in his thigh! Low is covered in even more thumbtacks now as well!"

FJ: "Low pulls him out of the thumbtacks! He covers!"

HS: "One! Two! Three! We have our 2006 King Of The Kage! For the first time in AWA history, a King reclaims his throne!"

(Low doesn't even get off of Stevens. Both men are covered in blood, thumbtacks sticking into various of their bodyparts, the jackknife still in Stevens' thigh. EMTs are running down the ramp as the crowd gives both men a standing ovation. The referee opens the door and the EMTs immediately tend to Stevens, and especially to the jackknife, as Low has found enough strength to sit down in the ring corner. Tabitha Rankin and Sarah Hawthorne are running down the ramp, followed closely by Richard O. Dickinson III and Debbie Stone, and each pair immedietyl tends to its respective associate.)

HS: "Ladies and gentlemen, what a night! What a tournament! And what a final match! After five years, Low proved all the doubters wrong once again and is now the King Of The Kage for the second time. He now goes on to Classic to face the reigning AWA World Heavyweight Champion - which at this point is his arch rival Brian Williams."

FJ: "But let's not forget to point out that Brian Stevens took Low to the limit. Brian Stevens showed us what he is made of, that he is more than just a hyped loudmouth. He proved he could hang with one of, if not THE greatest of all-time. And as much as I dislike some of them, men such as Orlando Ortega, Jeff Christianson, Terry James, Logan Alexander, they've all had a terrific showing here tonight."

(Debbie and ROD have helped Low to his feet, as "A Pain That I'm Used To" begins to play. The EMTs are preparing a stretcher for Stevens, who looks especially gruesome with thumbtacks sticking dangerously close to his left eye, but Stevens is able to push them away. With the help of Sarah and Tabitha, he makes it to his feet and then stares at Low. Slowly but surely, Low is walking out of his corner towards Stevens. The two men stare at each other. Low slightly nods, followed by Stevens offering him a handshake. After hesitating briefly, Low takes Stevens' hand and shakes it. The fans respond with a round of applause.)

HS: "I am sure after this encounter, these two men have a newfound AND a rekindled respect for each other. Stevens put up one hell of a fight, but at least on this night, the teacher taught the student one more valuable lesson."

FJ: "And Herb... next stop - World title number ten!"

HS: "Well, that remains to be seen, but Low is now the #1 contender for the AWA World title. But I am sure tonight he only wants to heal up. Ladies and gentlemen, this has been AWA King Of The Kage 2006. After an exciting night we have a new king. Make sure to turn in to Sunday Night Shock to find out where the AWA is headed as the Road to Classic begins!"

(Stevens leaves the ring as fireworks go off and Low celebrates with his two friends. The AWA copyright logo appears on our screen and we slowly fade to black.)

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