HS: "Welcome everyone to the annual Pay-Per-View event known as Last Man Standing! Thanks for joining the American Wrestling Alliance here in our Nation's Capital! I'm Herb Summers sitting next to…"

FJ: "…I forgot what I was going to say…"

HS: "Well, he's Frank Jackson! Tonight, we have a high-octane card set up for you folks here and at home!"

FJ: "I think this bad boy has 9 matches available tonight!"

HS: "Yes it does! Tonight, we will see some four-way action as Sin, Darby O'Shea, Jay Chapman, and Big Boy George compete."

FJ: "And we'll also see Gabriel go toe to toe with Quade DeSade! That'll be something to remember!!"

HS: "Bryan Peek and Jeff Christianson will lock horns here tonight! That should prove to be a wrestling classic with a touch of good, ole nostalgia from 2004!"

FJ: "I hate nostalgia! I think I'm allergic to it. But, Markus Maximus, Cinergy, and Mike Judge will compete tonight in a triple threat match! Judge and Maximus HATE each other. I can't wait for that. Maybe I'll see some Grade A violence tonight!!"

HS: "Aside from those matches, we have titles galore tonight! The AWA Cruiserweight Championship is on the line as the unorthodox Javex Valerius will take on the reigning Champion Terry James!"

FJ: "And let's not forget the Tag Team Tournament Semi-Finals! A.C. Smith and Andreas Lasiewicz take on Jayson Price and Logan Alexander. The winning team faces off to see who will face our AWA World Heavyweight Champion at a later date!"

HS: "The AWA United States Championship will be on the line tonight as Nathan Hawthorne-Lee will defend it against someone who's been wanting this match for almost two years – SNAKE! Running buddies turned enemies. We'll see how this ends tonight!"

FJ: "And speaking of running buddies turned enemies, Brian Stevens and Low used to share membership in the Administration! Now they will fight tonight to see who is the bigger asshole in a Last Asshole Standing match!"

HS: "This should prove to be one unique night!"

(Backstage we see Markus Maximus in the trainer's room wearing a soft neck brace pacing back and forth in an antsy manner for several seconds before finally stopping and looking directly into the camera with a crazed look in his eye.)

MARKUS: "So Mike, here we are once again at the crossroads. Everything between me and you has been building up to this moment. Every drop of blood, every drop of sweat, every punch, every kick, everything that we've done to one another comes to a head tonight in your own hometown of Washington D.C., and quite frankly I wouldn't have it any other way."

(Markus pauses for a moment and points at the neck brace he's wearing with a hard, stern look on his face.)

MARKUS: "Last week, you tried to end my career and you tried to take my livelihood away from me Mike and that's something that I can never forgive you for. Just like how I made Cinergy pay, you're gonna pay the same way once that bell rings and I get this size eleven and a half boot up your ass! Because let me tell ya somethin Mike, as far as I'm concerned... the kid gloves come off because I'm done playing with you."

(We cut to the backstage area where cameras backstage show the arrival of Gabriel in the dressing room where he suddenly stops. The look on his face is concern but is quickly replaced by a smile of menace. He drops his kit bag and as the camera swings around to get a shot of the dressing room the first thing that is evident is that it is empty: no wrestlers, no gear, no water. Nothing that would identify this room as being used for the AWA's Last Man Standing event. Gabriel is alone. Then there is the book. It is black. Featureless and thick, packed with leaf after leaf of ill-fitting paper. The book of Quade deSade. Gabriel looks round but his opponent is not in sight. He dumps his bag on a bench and walks into the shower room: empty. The lockers are open wooden cubicles and all are likewise empty.)

(Gabriel stops at the book and looks down at it. He knows that this is bait but what is the trap? Reaching down he takes the book in his hand, he looks around and still nothing. He weighs it in his hand almost like he is considering opening it. And he does, and the lights go out.)

(The scene shifts outside in the hallway and the door to the dressing where Gabriel suddenly burst out ready for an assault but is halted dead in his tracks. His eyes look up, into one person who is maybe at least as tall as he is: The Iron Maiden. There is noise from within. It sounds like a taping. A dull ringing almost and it is obvious that Gabriel hears it also. Leaning into the front of the Maiden Gabriel presses his ear to listen and then touches her, taps on her front with his fist, but gently to find She is as cold and hard as the metal beneath the paint. The ringing within continues like the beating of heart and Gabriel looks at the book in his hand one more time.)

(Testing the side he fins the latches and loosens them one at a time and begins to pull open the front of the maiden. The noise grows. The tolling from within echoes louder and Gabriel takes a step back allowing the camera to see within the dark interior of Quade's Iron Maiden: A bell hung on a small cord tied in a hangman's noose. Gabriel is about to reach in and stop the bell from when a voice from the other side of the door speaks out. Startled by the voice Gabriel almost rams home a closed fist but stops just shy of a backstage laborer who is shocked motionless staring cross-eyed down at Gabriel's massive balled fist. Slowly the laborer turns then runs screaming down the corridor. Gabriel turns back to the Maiden. The bell has stopped ringing.)

HS: "That was... odd."

FJ: "Well, Halloween is over, but its spirit lives on!"

HS: "AWA fans, our first match tonight features three relative newcomers to the AWA. Each of them are looking to climb the ladder of success here in the AWA, and this match tonight will most certainly be an important one in their climbs."

(The lights in the arena dim heavily as the sound of gunshots begin to fill the arena with red and blue strobe lights flashing throughout with the fans raising to their feet as the intro "Some Bodies Gonna Get It" by Three 6 Mafia bursts through the PA system.]

(Y'all know what time it is
We ain't playin wit'cha
In the club, in the street...)

(Y'all know what time it is?
Get ready for it! Ohhh
Step up ready
Yessir!)

(As the opening lyrics begin to play, Markus slowly makes his way out onto the ramp way with a bandanna wrapped around his face and bops his head in conjunction with the beat of the song and raises his arm slightly above his head, flashing the Power hand gesture as he looks around the arena and then begins to walk down the aisle towards the ring.)

(Somebody gon' get they ass kicked
Somebody gon' get their wig split
Somebody gon' get they ass kicked
Somebody gon' get their wig split
Beat 'em up, beat 'em up, break his neck, break his neck
Beat 'em up, beat 'em up, break his neck, break his neck
Beat 'em up, beat 'em up, break his neck, break his neck
Beat 'em up, beat 'em up, break his neck, break his neck)

Ring Announcer: Now making his way down the aisle, originally from Harlem, New York and now currently residing in Los Angeles, California. Weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds, he is the Natural Born Gangsta, MARKUS MAXIMUS!!

(I never need bod', how could I be scared of a man?
I walk through this land like I run this land
Never can you imagine the pain that I bring
If I said I'ma do it in the streets it's the same
It's the K-I-N, G in here
Wildest man in the world and I have no fear
I'm the mean in the mean, the nightmare dream
The root of all evil, the weak fear me, yeah!)

(Markus stops for a moment and looks directly into the camera, shouting some disparaging remarks about Mike Judge and then slaps hands with some of the fans before rolling under the bottom rope of the ring. He then climbs the nearest turnbuckle and pounds his chest several times before raising both his fists in the air and jumps back down and begins to get ready as his music fades out.)

HS: "Markus Maximus looking very eager to get this one going"

("Take A Stand" by Youth Of Today screams over the PA system, Mike Judge seems almost careless as he walks down the ramp to a mixtures of cheers and boos. Judge enters the ring and leans on the ropes locking eyes with Markus he is obviously torn between diving right and leaving his back exposed to the third man yet to arrive.)

FJ: "Of course its nothing to do with man Mike Judge. The blogs have been full of the words both men have been throwing at each over the past couple of weeks and now they get to settle this in person!"

(The lights dim a bit, a siren wails, and flashing lights illuminate the entrance. Cinergy emerges from the entrance and walks down to the ring in a very brash, very cocky manner. He doesn't acknowledge the fans on the way down. He enters the ring, looks at the fans, and leans back into a corner and await his opponent.)

HS: "Referee, Stu Abbot is brining all three men together and laying down the law to them.

FJ: "Cinergy looks like a small neutral country caught in a superpower crossfire, maybe he can step back tonight and steal a victory from Judge and Maximus!?"

HS: "Maybe he can just roll over and play dead Frank, Cinergy got the sympathy signing into Last Man Standing and the word from above is he is not much loved behind boardroom doors."

FJ: "Well the refs said his piece and sends each man to his corner, then calls the match to start."

(The opening bell to the match rings as Mike Judge and Markus Maximus get in each other's faces and begin to excessively talk trash to one another while Cinergy tries to get in between the two of them and talks trash to both men and slaps Markus hard across the face and then slaps Mike to which both men stop and simply stare at Cinergy to looks excessively proud of himself only to get decked right in the face by both Mike and Markus at the same time, leveling him to the mat.)

(Markus and Mike start to lay into Cinergy hard with boots to the head, back, and chest to which Mike lifts Cinergy up to his feet and nails him with the Hardline Piledriver! Markus however doesn't look impressed and lifts Cinergy to his feet and drops him with the .38 Special! Mike doesn't seem impressed either and picks up Cinergy whose literally out on his feet and goes for the sXe, driving the back of Cinergy's head into the mat! Markus simply shakes his head and rolls his eyes and goes over to Cinergy and hooks him up for the .44 Special and drives Cinergy face first into the mat! Both Markus and Mike look at Cinergy who's completely motionless on the mat and they simultaneously pick him up by his tights and toss him over the top rope to the floor below. Markus follows suit and exits the ring while Mike stands in front of the referee's views and distracts him while on the outside, Markus digs down into his shorts and pulls out a pencil!)

(Markus raises the pencil in the air to a pop from the crowd and then drives the forehead down into Cinergy's forehead, drawing blood as Cinergy screams out in pain, flinching and flailing his arms around as Markus continues to dig the pencil into his skin before finally throwing the pencil to the side and then slams Cinergy's face right into the floor. Markus then looks up in the ring and gets back into the ring as he and Mike once again face off with one another.)

FJ: "Like a said a small neutral country and he just been taken out of the equation, by Markus Maximus!"

HS: "Agreed, and now the real match according to many fan posts is in that ring now, the crowd is divide but not silent!"

FJ: "There's not much separating Judge and Maximus except a few pounds in weight and a choice proctologist … according to the blogs I've read anyway!"

(Maximus and Mike start up a little schoolyard trash talk egged on by the chants from the fans near ringside which quickly evolves in to the anticipated shoving match as the two men punctuate their speech with an occasional Elbow to the chest or Forearm Am! It's Maximus who is first take things personal as Mike Judge connects with a Side Slam causing Maximus to stumble and almost trip but somehow holding it together and hitting ropes in response and powering into Judge with a Running Knee Lift that brings both men to the canvas. Referee Stu Abbot's attention though is divided as he quickly checks on Cinergy still clutching a bloody forehead but on his knees at ringside. Mike Judge blocks the majority of Markus's ‘Harlem Shuffle' and roles him. Seeing the ref distracted he shifts around Markus and grabs his waistband to hold hi8m down doggy style and nails a Low Blow from behind.)

FJ: "Holy moley that one will be felt by the next generation!!"

HS: "A tactic that has become all to common here in the AWA in the eyes of some critics but Mike Judge saw an opportunity and we have cover by Mike Judge and …. 2-count as Markus Maximus fights through the pain and Mike Judge rolls him for a second count early in this match!"

FJ: " A long one-count that time Frank, but kudos to Mike Judge who allowed Markus to do the dirty on Cinergy at the ring of the bell and still willing to backstab his assassin at the first chance!"

(Bringing Maximus to the vertical base Judge gets things moving again by throwing Markus to the ropes and hitting the ropes himself to come out at right angles to Markus and bringing him down hard again with a Running Bulldog and another quick Hook Of The Leg and covers for another pin. Another 2-count later and Mike Judges attempts to win are frustrated by Markus Maximus clearing his shoulder from the mat. As Mike pulls him to his knees Maximus slams home Throat Thrust allowing time to gain his feet in his own time. While Judge fights for a full breath Markus steps up beside him and brings him down with a Front Russian Legsweep; bring back up from the mat Markus bundles Mike up against a post then takes time to line him up for Stinger styled Splash. It connects and Judge staggers out of the corner into the ring just as finally Cinergy manages to slide in under the bottom rope. Markus turns to see Cinergy getting to his knees and looks like man annoyed at being distracted from something more important. Markus throws Cinergy to the ropes to the ropes catching him on the rebound with a Crooked Arm Lariat and rolls him for the pin. The count is cut off after just a ‘one' when Mike Judge nails Markus with a Dropped Knee to the back of his head; Cinergy rolls clear as Markus tumbles to the mat; Mike is spoiled for choice but goes for Cinergy by ramming a Knee to Hi Face then puling Cinergy up for a Snap Suplex. The following pin is broken at ‘Two!' by Markus returning the sentiment to Mike Judge with a simple Double Stomp to his shoulders. Mike Judge surges up into the face of Markus and the two get down to the trash talk again, shoving and trading blows all in the space of a few seconds all allowing Cinergy a break to gain his feet and pull him self along to corner where he slumps with both arms draped over the tope ropes.)

HS: "This broken down onto a schoolyard brawl. The ref needs to get in there and break up and let this match resume in proper fashion!"

FJ: "Mike Judge is the hometown boy here Herb so the fans are behind him and it is showing."

(Markus manages to get on top and rains the blows down on Mike Judge. Referee Stu Abbot shouts the warning to Markus and begins the five-count.)

HS: "There's no give in the referee for this one and that's good.

(The ref makes Markus back off a few steps allowing Mike Judge get to his feet but the good grace is soon used up when Markus burst through the referees outstretched arm and into Judge Spearing him through the ropes and out on to the mats. The fans cheer their appreciation as the referee moves up the ropes and starts a count for ring-out. Markus pulls Judge to his feet at ‘two!' and Irish Whips him to steel steps with a satisfying clang; moving fast he is met with a sharp elbow from Judge who the nails a pair of Closed Fist blows to Markus's head as the ref counts ‘Six!' Markus block the third and wraps his free arm around the back of Judges head and rams it hard, down into the top of the apron then slams him back into the security barrier with a Palm Strike; rolling in under the bottom rope to break the referee's count Markus stands up walking along to the far post as Judge gains his wits.)

HS: "The match just turned away from Judge as Markus Maximus finally takes this fight out of the schoolyard!"

FJ: " Lets see that again: Markus took his time stalking Judge who was still wrapped around the barrier then he chose his moment. Using the apron Maximus made air and came down on Judge with a hard elbow: The Ghetto Elbow!!"

(Markus somehow pulls himself from the wreck as again the ref makes his 10-count for ringout. Stumbling to the ring he shunts himself in under the bottom rope a second time then exits to bundle Mike Judge towards the apron before manhandling him up and in.)

FJ: "Looks like Markus is taking this one high!"

(Markus looks down on the prone Mike Judge and turns to the fans nearby and begins baiting them as the chant for their hometown champion. But Markus's intentions are clear; he jumps and shifts to put his bodyweight behind a falling Elbow. There's nobody home as Markus impacts the mat and hard; barely rolling clear of the descending New Yorker Judge presses his face up off the mat and seem to still be in trouble him self from the last elbow from Maximus. The fans are really getting behind their native son, but Markus sees Judges recovery and fights through the pain and in doing so rolls to his knees. Judge is first up and through a half hop, half skip strikes with a Kick to the ribs of Markus sending into the nearest corner where he follows after. With Markus caught in the corner Mike comes down to his level and starts to pummel him with stiff lefts and rights forcing him up until Mike is able to trap him by standing on the second rope to deliver a 10-count with the home crowd chanting the count along with him. The 10-count is denied at seven when Markus pulls out something from with and shoves judge clear and off balance enough for him to drop him with a Short-Arm Clothesline; Markus measures Judge for a Guillotine Leg Drop then pulls him over back to the corner.)

HS: "Markus looking for a little pay back on all of the disrespecting shots that Judge has been landing throughout this match!"

FJ: "All he's shown Herb is he can't take the psychology of the fight. Mike Judge has been running this fight by angering Maximus and its been working so far!"

HS: "Well I don't think Judge is gonna be running anywhere after this one!"

(With a leg on either side of the post Markus cannot resist and yanks backwards hard eliciting a wave of sympathetic ‘ooohs,' from the MCI's male patronage, but Markus does rest on his laurels and grabs Mikes legs again ignoring the pleading from the fans at ringside; folding them over into figure four Markus leans his weight away from the post stressing out his opponents limbs while simultaneously crushing Judges family hopes … literally. Intervention from the ref in the form of a swift threatening 10-count breaks Markus Maxim uses hold on Mike Judge and he rolls back to come face to face with Cinergy whop has managed to exit his own corner. Without the blink an eye Markus snatches Cinergy into a Choke Hold. The ref begins warning Markus a again and starts the 5-count.)

FJ: "He's got a thumb stabbing right into Cinergy's throat, he cutting off the air and referee Stu Abbot is quite rightly about to show Markus Maximus the door!"

(Maximus releases the hold and Cinergy drops to his knees; from left field Mike judge charges in with a Clothesline that take Markus over the top rope; turning, half stumbling he finds Cinergy still on his knees; he slams a sharp Knee into the back of Cinergy's head knocking him forward on to his face. Mike hooks in the cover and the referee counts the pin. Markus stumbles up to the apron, confused by the cheering of the crowd and staggers around to face the ring as the ref hits the mat for a the second count Markus suddenly comes to life and dives in under the ropes barely getting a hand to Mike Judges shoulder as the referee hits the mat for the third and final time. Mike comes to his knees, takes enough time to smile at Markus before rolling out of the ring as the official announces him as the winner by a pin.)

FJ: "Wow, quite the competitive match we had here."

HS: "That's true, Frank, and Mike Judge takes the win. However, ladies and gentlemen, I have been told that something is going on in the back.)

FJ: "Get the camera off of Herb and let's get there!"

(We head to the back. We see Gabriel laying nearly unconscious. We see a masked figure standing above him putting the boots to him. We now see security running onto the scene, and the masked man begins feeling.)

HS: "Gabriel is set to take on Quade deSade in a little while. What type of condition will he be in?"

FJ: "I don't know, but Quade has easy pickings tonight-"

HS: "Hold that thought, Frank. Something is now happening on another side of the building."

(We now see Bryan Peek trading blows with a masked man, just like the one we saw before. Peek begins to get the upper hand, however, we see another masked man run into the scene, and they begin to double team him. They end up double power bombing Bryan Peek into a table with food. We see them slap hands and they as they walk away before security can hit the scene.)

HS: "Two masked men? We know there was one at a house show, and one at Shock... Were they the same man? Were they together? What's going on here?"

FJ: "I don't know, but I like these two guys already. They just kick the crap out of whoever they want."

HS: "This is an interesting night, to say the least. Anyway, ladies and gentlemen, Last Man Standing is brought to you by..."

FJ: "I've got to stop you, Herb, we've got something going on in the back AGAIN, only in a different area, so let's go straight to the back and see what is happening."

(A shaky camera shows fans scrambling to get out of the way from a Coca-Cola and hotdog stand, as beverages and hotdogs are sent flying everywhere, with ketchup and mustard of course.)

FJ: "I think somebody got hot stuff on their dog without asking, Herb."

(A security guard is seen being bodily pressed by a pair of men who also seem to be intent on smashing each other. The guards are sent flying on to a nearby table full of AWA: The Soundtrack CDs. A fan stops, he picks up one of the discs and stops for a moment to pose and smile for the camera, with the disc case in his hand, then sprints out of view as Gabriel and Quade deSade come tumbling into view in a classic school yard brawl.)

HS: "Looks like Gabriel's Holy War on Quade deSade is not going to wait for the bell, Frank. Look at him, he's all over The Unholy Warrior!"

FJ: "I hear Quade likes it on bottom. Gabriel better watch out, he'll tire himself out before their match tonight!"

HS: "I think they're having fun out there among the fans."

(The rest of security dog piles the two cross-bearers. Desperately trying to part the two, every now and then Gabriel arms power a man up and away, allowing a free shot to the head of Quade deSade, which is opening up through the stitches applied after last week's assault on him. The scarred arm of Quade snatches a security guard by the ‘family investment' and brings him to his knees, before jamming the points of his fingers in the man's throat, dropping him to the ground in pain, struggling for breath. Soon the numbers manage to win over the two men, as gangs of security guards separate Gabriel and Quade. As the guards move the man away, the camera catches the fans looking on in shock, part delighted at the show and part stunned at the sudden outbreak of violence.)

HS: "Ladies and gentlemen welcome to our opening bout. Its Fatal Four way time!"

FJ: "Four of the AWA's newest stars will be competing in this match up Herb."

HS: "And here comes out first competitor."

(the lights go out as red and yellow flash back n fore over the main entrance, smoke rises from the entrance flooring as the words "Feel the heat" are heard being whispered around the sound system. An explosion occurs as the music (Course of Nature - Better Part of me) starts to play. The lights then come on as Heat appears and starts to make his way down to the ring quite slowly, acknowledging the arena and the crowd around him. Heat makes his way to the apron and slides under the bottom Rope.)

FJ: "Jay has been here longer then anyone else in this match, that experience has to give him so kind of an advantage."

HS: "Not necessarily Frank, here comes Darby!"

(Lighting goes to a pale green. You hear the sound of a beer pouring into a glass. Sunday Bloody Sunday by Pillar begins to play. O'Shea walks out with a disturbed grin on his face and strides his way to the ring, paying no mind to the fans. He slides under the bottom rope. Makes his way to a corner and sits on the top rope.)

(The Arena lights dim and a dense fog fills the entrance area. "My Friend Misery" by Metallica begins to play and suddenly a dim red spotlight falls atop the ramp, and amidst the thick fog we can see Sin standing arms crossed head down staring toward his feet. He stands like this for a moment before raising his head slowly locking his gaze on the ring. He steps out of the fog and walks toward the ring bringing a slight fog trail with him. His icy stare never breaking. As he reaches the ring he slides under the bottom rope almost snake like and takes what almost looks like an attack position. He holds this position for just a moment before he slides into the corner and turns over into a seated position head rested against the middle turnbuckle his stare never wavering even after the music fades and the lights return.)

HS: "There is something about Sin that is creepy. I cannot put my finger on it, but its defiantly creepy."

FJ: "Are you going to wet your huggies Herb?"

HS: "Am I going to what?! Oh never mind, here comes George!"

("Yo Sucka You Gotta Big Mouth!, budda bu bop!" blast through out the stadium. George peaks his head out the entrance way to his adoring fans and begins my long slow descent down to the ring, pausing momentarily to catch my breath. Once near the ring, I struggle to slide under the ropes and roll the center of the ring where I rest for about 2 minutes.)

HS: "That's one big boy Frank."

FJ: "I agree, that boy never saw a super size he didn't like!"

HS: "That's just mean!"

FJ: "So Is having to sit here next to you, but I do it don't i?!"

(All three men look at one another and jump on George. Take the big man out of the match. It takes all three men at once, but they get him off the ground and hit a massive suplex. The entire ring shakes from the impact and no one moves. The ref glanced at each for a moment and began to use his ten count…..one…two…three…four…Darby begins to climb to his feet, as does Sin…."

HS: "That was the biggest suplex I have ever seen, it looks like it did the damage to the three aggressors to though."

FJ: "And almost toppled the Washington monument. Did you feel that shockwave?!"

(Darby sees Sin now to his feet and rushes forward. Sin ducks under the closeline and when Darby turns around Sin is in midair and hit a textbook dropkick. Perfect execution. Sin jumps to his feet and begins to stalk the downed Darby. Darby gets to his feet and spins around to look for Sin, but Sin is already in midair. Sin lands on his shoulders and wipes him around with a hurricanrana. Darby hits the mat and rolls going right under the ropes to the outside where he lands hard with a thud. Sin takes a glance at George who has Chapman in the corner and is crushing him beneath the enormous mans girth. Seeing they are indisposed Sin climbs to the top rope and measures Darby who is climbing to his feet a look of rage in his eyes."

FJ: "He's not going to….."

HS: "No, I think he is.."

FJ and HS in unison. "HOLT SHIT!"

(Sin perched on the tope rope jumps trying to hit a shooting star press. Darby sees him coming and catches him in midair, the muscles of his entire body look as if they are ready to explode from the feet of unlikely strength, and using Sins own momentum drops him down into a backbreaker. Then both men collapse into a heap on the outside.)

HS: "Sin might be dead!"

FJ: "I don't think Darby's in much better shape either!"

(Meanwhile in the ring George has Chapman up and in the corner and is driving his huge body into Chapman. He does this over and over again until Chapman can hardly stand and steps back. Chapman staggers out of the corner and George locks his arms around him. George pops his hips and drives Chapman into the man. The ref slides into position just as Darby is sliding into the ring…..one…two….Darby dropkicks the side of Georges head breaking up the pinfall. George climbs to his feet and Darby begins hammering away the big mans head, but George places a hand to the back of Darby and shoves him into the ropes. George kicks his feet up for a big boot, but Darby drops and slides under it. He pops up behind George. Darby tries to head butt George in the back of the head but it doesn't faze the big man. George turns around and Darby takes off into the ropes and again George kicks up a boot and again Darby slides under it, but this time George was prepared. As Darby was sliding under George extends his arm and drops a huge elbow into Darby's chest."

HS: "My god, he may have just crushed that mans chest!"

FJ: "Look out, here comes Chapman."

(Chapman gets to his feet and charges at George. George has his back to him so Chapman jumps and lands on the huge mans back and locks in a sleeper hold. George waves his hands back and forth and looks ahead of him his eyes wide with terror. Sin is back and in midair. He kicks the big man square in the jaw with a drop kick. George falls backwards and almost crushes Chapman whole. Sin, the last man standing raises his arms to the crowd which cheers in return.)

HS: "What a good showing by Sin tonight."

FJ: "A good showing by all of these men Herb, these men will be huge stars in the AWA for years to come."

(Darby is coughing and climbing to his feet as Sin makes his way over. Sin delivers a kick which Darby catches. Darby laughs in Sins face, who laughs back. Darby looks confused, he has the upper man here, why is Sin laughing? Sin pushes the foot Darby has in his hand and launches himself up onto the mans shoulders and hits another huge hurricanrana. Darby hits the man hard and sin kicks him out of the ring.)

FJ: "Sin is going to end this now!"

HS: "Yep, I think that's what he's looking for."

(Sin pulls the motionless Chapman to his feet but he doesn't see George climbing to his feet behind Sin. Sin wraps Chapman up and screams repent before landing that very same move. Sin is getting ready to drop down to get the win when George wraps his arms around his back and hits a massive belly to back slam. Sin is smashed between the man and five hundred pounds of human flesh. George gets to his feet again and turns to the motionless Chapman…)

HS: "TIMBER!"

FJ: "Look out below! It's the jolly white giant!"

(Five hundred pounds of man slams into Chapman and the ref slides into place. ONE…TWO….THREE.)

HS: "He did it! George won the 4-way, what a way to open Last Man Standing with a great second match!"

(The scene shifts backstage where Mark Keller is standing by with Logan Alexander.)

MK: "I'm here with one of the participants of the Tag Team Tournament Semi Final match, Logan Alexander."

(Mark turns to Logan.)

MK: "Are you ready for this match tonight with you partner Jayson Price as you take on A.C. Smith and Andreas Lasiewicz?"

LOGAN: "You better believe it. I've been ready for three weeks for this match. We we're supposed to be waiting this long to have this match against them. The sudden disappearance of Menace 2 Society threw a wrench in the plans for the tournament. Tonight was supposed to be about the Tag Team titles... Jayson and I were supposed to be walking out of this show with those belts. The champs went MIA, Gray suspended the titles, so I've got to wait for a while to net my seventh championship in the AWA."

"All thoughts of the Tag Team titles aside though, I'm still pumped for this match here. I'm ready to go through Smith and Lasiewicz because there is another high profile match waiting just beyond it. Logan Alexander versus Jayson Price. It's pretty much a number one contender match for the World title. Whoever wins gets the first crack at the World champion... who's going to end up being the toughest asshole in the AWA. It's hard not to be psyched for a match like that."

MK: "So you're sure that it'll be you and Jayson wrestling for that title shot tonight?"

LOGAN: "Oh yeah. Either of us can take down A.C. Smith and Andreas is nowhere near the ring condition he has to be if he's going to beat either of us tonight. ECW has this one in the bag."

MK: "What are your thoughts about facing Jayson later on?"

LOGAN: "This is a huge match... this is main event material. You will be able to see just about anything in our match. Brawling, wrestling, street fighting... We can go move for move, hold for hold, and cheap shot for cheap shot if need be. We're going to leave it all in the ring tonight because we both want that shot at the World champion, whether it's Low or Brian Stevens."

"All I've ever needed was an opportunity and here it is at last. Jayson wants that match just as badly though. We may just take this to the point of almost killing one another if we have to. We've been waiting for months to have a one on one rematch and it'll be here tonight. We'll walk in as friends and battle as opponents then leave together and celebrate afterwards. One man will be heartbroken when the other's dream comes true... and neither one of us wants to be the one on the outside looking in."

"Jayson you're one of my closest friends here... but if I have to rip out your heart tonight by winning... That's just what I will do."

(Logan closed his eyes for a moment then turned and walked off. Mark looked towards the camera.)

MK: "Back to you, Herb and Frank."

(The darkness speaks.
"I am the new way to go. I am the way of the future."
The voice repeats it's words as a silhouette rises on the screen;
An emotionless face is lit by an unseen flame, eyes closed, breathless.
Her voice then speaks without neither her eyes nor mouth opening.
"There's a lot of innocent people being crucified."

(A spotlight from above breaks the darkness to reveal a statue with the same face on it that hangs over the stage. The face begins to be consumed in the fire that only moments before lit causing the hard features to crack like fine china to reveal the face of ...

The iron maiden opens to expel it's contents ...

The screen above the burns with one name ...

QUADE DESADE

Released from his prison in the real world on screen he is spread out to burn on a cross of his own creation; branded with his own name. Quade staggers down the ramp towards the ring oblivious to the calls of the people on either side of him. His face seems a grim freeze of pain; his body marked and scarred from more than just his confinement within the Iron Maiden. Taking the steps slowly he takes a moment as if to catch his breath and then to look back up the ramp to the Iron Maiden which stands open ..... waiting.)

HS: "I tell ya Frank, I'm a little perturbed about this match. Both men being heavily religious, some would say they have extremist views but at the same time both are highly unique."

FJ: Pffppptt...yeah yeah, Gabriel thinks he's on a mission from God and Quade has a hard-on for Lucifer, Hades, and everything that has to do with death, darkness, and destruction. Just like this gothic chick i dated back in high school."

(The lights go out in the arena, leaving it in complete and utter darkness. After a few moments of silence and darkness, a bright shining light ruptures from the Ameritron, causing many to squint and turn away upon its arrival. It fades away as a bell is heard twice and the hard chords of "For Whom The Bell Tolls" begin. The bell continues to ring through every sequence of chords as smoke pours out from above the stage and entrance ramp. We see two figures in white now. One is a giant shining white cross on the Ameritron and the other is a slowly moving figure. The figure moves through the smoke at a steady pace, yet he only appears to be a man made of light as the smoke is dampening our vision of the entire area around him. As the chords change to a heavier tone, Gabriel steps through the smoke like a beacon of light to the arena, his white robes shining in the lack of light, just like the cross behind him. He holds a giant white bible at his side that glows as well as he stands before the ring for a few moments, looking to his right and slowly turning his head to his left. The chords become even heavier as Gabriel now heads up the ring steps and steps through the ropes into the ring. He reaches the center and a single white strobe light shines down from the heavens onto him as he slowly raises the bible high above his head with both hands. The lights in the arena come back on when the bible reaches the pinnacle of its ascent and Gabriel lowers it afterwards. He walks over to his corner and places his white robes and bible on the outside, then turns his attention to Quade DeSade.)

HS: "And now both competitors are in the ring and this match basically boils down to who has the stronger convictions, who has the stronger beliefs and who ultimately will be able to impose those beliefs on the rest of the AWA without opposition."

FJ: "Well if that's the case, aren't we missing someone else? I can't remember his name for the life of me though.

(Gabriel and Quade DeSade meet each other in the middle of the ring nose to chest as both men stare holes in each other unwavering for several seconds until Gabriel simply shakes his head and strikes Quade hard across the jaw but Quade barely flinches and a result Gabriel strikes him with another hard right hand. Quade again barely responds and throws a right hand of his own but Gabriel dodges it and then dodges a left hand thrown by Quade and kicks him right in the rib cage and then strikes Quade with a third right hand, backing him up against the ropes and irish whips him to the opposite side and goes for a clothesline but Quade ducks it, rebounds off the ropes and splashes himself right into the massive chest of Gabriel but Gabriel is barely fazed and merely takes a few steps back. Quade just shakes his head and bounces off the ropes again and uses his extra momentum to kick Gabriel right in the midsection but again barely flinches to which Quade bounces off the ropes yet again only to get clotheslined inside out by Gabriel for his troubles. Gabriel's glowing blue eyes simply glare down at Quade who lays motionless to the mat as Gabriel takes one of his massive hands and wraps it around the throat of Quade and lifts him off of the mat for a chokeslam but Quade kicks Gabriel exceptionally low and turns it into an DDT! However within seconds Gabriel sits straight up and gets to his feet and goes directly after Quade who cuts Gabriel off with several stiff knife edge chops who which Gabriel simply absorbs them into his massive frame.)

HS: "This match is definately getting physical between both men as was expected going in. I suspect that no quarter will be given and none will be taken."

FJ: "I just hope that these two just simply annihilate each other like they've been going back and forth all last week."

(Back in the ring Gabriel has Quade up in the air in a double hand choke and slams him back down to the mat with a chokebomb and goes for a cover..1..2..Quade kicks out much to Gabriel's displeasure as he mounts Quade's chest and repeatedly strikes him in the face with closed fists before lifting Quade back up to his feet and whips him into the ropes and goes for the big boot, but Quade ducks it and jumps on Gabriel's back, and bites Gabe right on the back of his left ear bringing the behemoth down to his feet as he scrambles to get Quade off his back.)

HS: "Jesus Christ, Quade is taking this to another level by biting Gabriel!"

FJ: "Yes! Yes! I love it! And look, Gabriel is bleeding too!"

(Back in the ring Gabriel grabs hold of both of Quade's legs and falls backwards, dropping all of his weight on the smaller DeSade flattening to him to which Gabriel goes for another cover but Quade kicks out at a close two. Gabriel again throttles Quade and blatantly chokes him in front of the referee to tries to physically pry Gabriel off of Quade to no avail and begins to utilize the five count to which Gabriel releases the choke at the count of four and picks Quade up to his feet and locks him into a bearhug and squeezes him so hard that both men turn red in the face but out of desperation Quade rakes the eyes of Gabriel and now starts to bite him on the nose! Gabriel releases the bearhug on the Unholy Hero who kicks Gabriel square into the midsection, doubling him over to which Quade follows up with a Guillotine Face Driver! Cover on Gabriel! One....two..Gabriel aggressively kicks out and then sits straight up and gets to his feet and meets Quade mid-ring as the two begin to exchange blows to which Gabriel gets the upper hand and headbutts Quade right in the bridge of his nose and follows up with a huge uppercut, knocking Quade down to the mat who rolls out of the ring in front of the announcer's table.)

HS: "Well it seems Quade DeSade is taking a quick breather after that exchange with Gabriel. And at this point Frank, Quade's got to be wondering what it's going to take to slow Gabriel down, much less beat him."

FJ: "Are you kidding me? Gabriel's a man on a mission, a mission from God and there's nothing, nothing in this world that can stop him."

(It seems as if Gabriel heard Frank's words as the near seven footer comes diving over the top but Quade quickly moves out of the way, leaving Gabriel to crash through the Spanish announcer's table! The crowd uproaringly rises to their feet while chanting 'Holy Shit' as Gabriel lies in a pile of debris while DeSade looks on, catching his breath.)

HS: "My god! Gabriel took a huge chance and paid for it big time!"

FJ: "No way Herb, Gabriel will took whatever it takes in the name of the Lord, and no price is too small or too big for him to pay!"

(Quade finally gets back to his feet and drags the limp body of Gabriel over to ringside and forces him back into the ring and goes for a lateral press but only gets a two count much to his shock and chagrin to which Quade follows up with a spinning boot scrape to the face of Gabriel and then follows up with a double boot scrape eye rake and then stomps Gabriel right on the head. Quade then picks Gabriel up to this feet and gouges both his eyes and drags his throat across the top rope applies a bit of pressure, choking him in the process but let's go at the count of four before he gets disqualified. Quade lifts Gabriel to his feet and hip tosses him into the corner into a tree of woe position and begins to choke him with his boot to which the ref starts another five count but Quade casually piefaces the referee and shoves him down to the mat and drops an elbow right on the top of the referee's head, knocking him unconscious.)

HS: "God damn it, Quade can't get away that! He should be fined and suspended on the spot!"

FJ: "What the hell's the matter with you Herb? Taking the lord's name in vain like that, you're bound to get us all f'ed up!"

(Quade takes a few seconds to gloat and receives a chorus of boos to which Quade just shakes his head and performs a heart kick on Gabriel whose still tied up in the tree of woe. Gabriel falls to the mat clutching his chest in pain as Quade exits the ring and walks over to the ring announcer and violently tosses him aside and grabs the steel chair the man was sitting on and slides back into the ring and waits for Gabriel to get to his knees before violently slamming the steel chair into his face! Quade follows up and slams the chair across the back of Gabriel who thrashes around in pain as blood begins to run his face from the now opened up gash on his forehead as Quade just simply smiles in a sadistic manner before utilizing his dreaded maneuver known as the Unholy Guillotine.)

FJ: "Hell Herb I heard of Quade practicing this but I never believed he would ever go through with it!"

HS: "Look at Quade taking his time in there with that chair. He's got Gabriel on his knees but I don't think the giant really knows what is going on in there Frank!"

(Placing the top of the steel chair to the throat of Gabriel, Quade leaves the chair closed he then takes a grabs a handful of Gabriel's white hair the twists it, wrapping around his hand to jerk his opponents head back and thrusts both chair and victim to the ground impacting Gabriel's throat on the chair. Quade slips out of the ring and over to the announcers table where he snatches up a mic and returns to the ring where he stalks the staggering Gabriel whose eyes are bug-wide open and his hands are at his throat while he pouts like a fish out of water. Almost in mockery of his pious nature Quade kneels down and brings his hands together as if in prayer, shuffling around to follow Gabriel as he desperately fights for breath.)

QUADE: "Dear Gabriel, you are so huge. And I am so small. Please do not squish or cast fire down upon me in your righteous anger. Also please do not plague me, or send diseases to ail me. So please forgive me this terrible …"

(Quade's face suddenly turns from the mirthful to the menacing as he throws the mic out of the ring so hard it actually ends up somewhere in the crowd. Quade marches up to Gabriel and sends him to the far ropes taking a few running steps to the ropes at kiddy-corner he comes back to hit Gabriel at right angles; lifting the giant up by the waits Quade pulls him down onto the top rope with enough force and weight fed by the momentum that they are both catapulted off the rope and back into the ring. Quade recovers from the impact and rolls over to the fallen Gabriel.)

HS: "Quade is going to capitalize but there is no referee to count the pin, but wait he's no going for the pin, he's calling for another microphone. Looks like Quade deSade has not finished saying his piece here tonight."

QUADE: "It all ends here with this man (Quade points down at Gabriel). And it all begins with this one (Quade points to himself). So what next? Jayson Price!!"

(The fans erupt at the mention of Misery's name.)

QUADE: "Dark Warrior!!"

FJ: "A love/hate there with fans Herb. But what is Quade getting at!?"

QUADE: "A.C. Smith!! Chaos Stryke!! Mark all of these names and the men who wear them for I will speak on these men soon enough. I will never allow myself to be forced into partnerships and alliances again and never will allow myself to victims of those who would use factions and alliances against me!!"

(Quade slams the mic down on the prostrate body of Gabriel and slips from the ring and stalks up the ramp towards an entrance with the words 'LAST MAN STANDING' burning brightly above it, and above that his own name 'QUADE DESADE; THE FIERY CROSS; THE UNHOLY WARRIOR' pulsing in time to 'After the Flesh!' As Quade starts to make his way up the ramp, another referee comes out from the back and argues with Quade about the match not being over yet and orders him to get back in the ring while Gabriel begins to will himself back to his feet while surprisingly some fans in the crowd are actually cheering him on. Quade notices that his nemesis is still well and heads back into the ring and does a thumb across the throat slash, signaling for The Crucifier as he lifts Gabriel to his feet but Gabriel, playing possum kicks Quade hard in the gut and tucks Quade's head in between his legs and signals for the end...A Sinner's Drop on Quade!! Gabriel goes for the cover! One....two....three! Gabriel wins the match!)

HS: "Well I'll be damned! Gabriel actually did it! He beat Quade DeSade!"

FJ: "Ha ha...yeah but the big albino bastard didn't come out of it unscratched either!"

(As Gabriel's theme song plays, he takes a knee and kneels down to the image of a crucifix on the Ameritron as the lights fade to black and a lone white light shines on him. We then cut to the back where AWA interviewer Mark Keller is standing with Low.)

MK: "Ladies and gentlemen, I am joined right now by the reigning AWA World and No Limits Champion, The Legendary Low. Low, tonight you will defend both of your titles in one match against your former protégé, 'The Sensational' Brian Stevens."

LOW: "Mark Keller, The Legendary Low will do much more than that. I will go out there and I will be visible for all those wrestlers who keep dropping my name in hopes of securing a shot at me that way, all those wrestlers who truly seem to believe that they're better than me. Newsflash, guys -YOU'RE NOT! In recent weeks, heck, in some cases MONTHS, I have heard men such as NHL, Snake, Logan Alexander and Jayson Price flapping their gums, calling me out, thinking they should get revenge for their estranged wives, thinking they should get revenge for outclassing them years ago."

"Guys, your time will come. I will take on each and every single one of you, and I will outclass you idiots once more. Just because I don't respond to every stupid remark you make right away doesn't mean I haven't paid attention to your feeble comeback attempts lately. You may think you're better than you were when I first beat you, any of you, and you may be right. But the fact of the matter is you are STILL not good enough to defeat the man that is YOUR World Champion, yesterday, today and tomorrow."

MK: "Low, Brian Stevens made some final comments yesterday evening. Do you care to comment on any of them?"

(Low chuckles.)

LOW: "I've gotcha, Stevens. At first you did a good job selling me on the idea that I've actually forced you to focus on me when I fingered Tabitha Rankin. But the truth is, you're blinded by rage. You wanted to 'headfuck' me by bringing my mother into this, yet in the end, I fucked your head so badly by doing what I did to Sarah and Tabitha. Instead of focusing on the only World title that matters, you whine to me how you couldn't shoot a load in a week because Sarah is still crying in her bed and you refuse to jack off?"

(Low's expression is one of disbelief and pity.)

LOW: "You keep bringing up my history, Stevens, and you do so after falsely accusing me of doing it. The fact is, I just did it to show the world how wrong you were, and you are wrong once again when it comes to my World title losses. Besides, in order to lose it nine times, you have to win it nine times in the first place. Stevens, for you number two is still waiting somewhere, and buddy, tonight, Washington, DC, for you the wait is going to continue."

(We cut to a different backstage area where we see Jeff Christianson standing in the back in his ring gear. Jeff has a microphone in his hands and he begins to speak.)

DW: "It's time Bryan. It's time. It's time for you to lose your third straight match to me on pay per view. You can never beat me when the lights are shining bright. Remember that Peek. Consider your winning streak over!"

(My life by the Geto Boys begins to blare over the PA. We see Jeff Christianson walk out of the interview area. We now fade to the live crowd booing as Jeff Christianson appears on the stage. We see Jeff walk through without his usual entrance. Jeff walks straight down the ring, and he begins jawing with the fans. Jeff rolls into the ring and stands in the middle. As Jeff stands in the middle, we see a huge blast of pyro shoot just above his head with DW. We see Jeff Christianson begin taking off his jumpsuit.)

HS: "Does he look ready?"

FJ: "Ready for another loss... I hate to say it, but he's not in my favor anymore with his recent performance."

HS: "He doesn't seem to be in anybody's favor anymore..."

(The crowd begins chanting Peek. Peek. Peek. Peek.)

HS: "These fans are behind Bryan Peek."

FJ: "I think I'm going to check ESPN and see what's on."

HS: "Why's that?"

FJ: "It has to be better than Bryan Peek Vs Jeff Christianson. Sure this match would have been good two years ago... but now, it's like, you two are on the bottom of the card where the new guys are so just leave now so we'll forget about ya."

(Lights dim around the arena as dark red and silver strobe and spot lights dance around the crowd, at the same time 'Elite' by Deftones starts blasting through the P.A. system. After a few seconds, out steps Bryan Peek through the curtains to later stand on top of the ramp before looking around into the crowd, sucking in their positive reaction towards him. With determination glaring in his eyes, he runs down the ramp way to the crowd cheering, and rolls into the ring. Peek doesn't wait for the bell, and he runs straight for Jeff Christianson taking him down with a Lou Thez Press. Bryan Peek then mounts Christianson and begins punching him. We see Christianson caught off guard by this, but he's still able to throw a couple of blocks. Christianson finally shoves Peek off. Christianson begins rolling out of the ring, and Peek runs right over kicking Christianson with each roll. Finally Christianson makes it out of the ring.)

HS: "Bryan Peek has come out on fire."

FJ: "I've never saw anyone do that before... I guess what Christianson said on Wednesday night must have really fired Peek up."

HS: "You can say that again."

FJ: "I guess what Christianson said on Wednesday night must have really fired Peek up."

HS: "I really didn't want you to say it again. That was a figure of speech."

FJ: "You should have told me."

(We see Jeff Christianson jawing with the referee about protecting him. We see the referee try to push Peek back. Jeff Christianson reaches the apron, and Peek rushes at him. We see Christianson drop off the ring apron. We see Christianson begin heading towards the ramp. Peek tries to go after him, but he's cut off by the referee. The referee grabs a microphone and begins to speak.)

Referee: "Bryan, you have to let him into the ring. I am now going to apply a ten count. If Jeff Christianson is not in the ring by the count of ten, he forfeits the match."

(The referee calls for the bell as he throws the microphone back out of the ring. We hear the crowd begin counting... One. Jeff Christianson looks around the arena. Two. He continues up the ramp. Three. He stops at the top of the ramp. Four. Jeff stops walking. Five. He turns around and looks at Peek who really wants to fight him. Six. Jeff reaches up and touches his nose, and we see him rub his hands together, and he smears blood. Jeff Christianson now looks enraged at seven. Jeff quickly runs to the ring. Eight. Jeff slides under the ropes and gets to a vertical bases as soon as the crowd says nine.)

HS: "Jeff Christianson looks upset now."

FJ: "I never noticed the blood before. He could be a fountain of youth by the time this match is over."

(Jeff Christianson is met with a quick clothesline by Peek. Followed by another. And another. We see Christianson crawl for the corner as the crowd begins to chant Peek. Peek goes after him, but Christianson sticks his head in between the ropes, and the referee pushes Peek back. Christianson sticks his head back between the ropes, and pulls himself up. He shakes his head.)

HS: "Jeff Christianson seems frustrated."

FJ: "I've been saying he's overrated for years."

HS: "You have not."

FJ: "I should have been."

(Christianson and Peek meet in the middle of the ring. This time both men go to lock up, but Christianson ducks under at the last second. He now grabs Peek's waist. Peek throws a right elbow,. which loosens Christianson's grip. He throws a back left elbow which nails Christianson directly in the eye, and we see Christianson's grip loosen just enough for Peek to get free. Peek hits the ropes, and he comes off with a huge Shoulder block that sends Christianson to the mat. As Christianson makes it out of the ring, we see Peek grab his head, and pull him up on the apron. Jeff Christianson takes a quick chance to rake the eyes of Bryan Peek. Then, before Peek can head back to the center of the ring, Christianson grabs his head, and drops it across the top rope, which sends Peek to the mat.)

HS: "There's how Jeff Christianson makes his name. He'll beat you any way he can."

FJ: "That's exactly what I've been saying for years."

HS: "A minute ago you were saying he was overrated."

FJ: "That was before he started going."

(Jeff Christianson now climbs back on the apron, as Peek is in the middle of the ring standing up. Peek turns around right into a spring board spin wheel kick by Jeff Christianson. Christianson goes for a quick cover. One... Peek kicks out. We see Christianson quickly hop to his feet and nail a quick kick to the spine which sends Peek to the mat holding his back. We now see Jeff Christianson apply a rear chinlock, Randy Orton style laying on the ground. We see Peek struggling for air, and the referee notices that the chinlock was quickly turned into a blatant choke. One... Two... Three... Four... Jeff Christianson finally breaks the hold. We see the referee warning Jeff Christianson as Bryan Peek stands. Once Peek reaches his feet, we see Jeff Christianson run and connect with a Harley Race like high knee to the face of Bryan Peek, sending Peek falling into the corner. Christianson now runs across the ring. He runs back across and nails a knee right to the face of Bryan Peek.)

HS: "This is a new side of Jeff Christianson."

FJ: "He's like a cross between Harley Race, and Brian Stevens.":

(Christianson now pulls Peek out of the corner, and applies a front facelock on what looks to be the lifeless Peek. This time, instead of applying a blatant choke, we see Jeff Christianson force his weight upon Peek, and now lays his upper body on Peek's upper body, continuing to tire Peek. We see Christianson take his free hand and punch Peek in the ribs a couple of times, before locking his arms again. The crowd begins stomping their feet as Peek begins to move his arm gaining momentum. We see Christianson shaking his head in a 'this can't be happening again... can it' movement. Peek begins to power out as they reach their feet. Christianson let's go, and runs backwards to hit the ropes. He comes off the ropes with a Sleeper slam ala Chris Jericho.)

HS: "Jeff Christianson is ever the opportunist tonight."

FJ: "I like to think of him as very resourceful. Not many people would have broken their own old, and then came back with an attack to the same body part he was working on."

HS: "Good point. Only the great wrestlers do that."

FJ: "And we both agree he is that."

(Christianson goes for the cover. One... Two... Bryan Peek kicks out. We see Christianson's frustration as he slaps the mat. Christianson now picks Peek up, and nails a European uppercut, sending Peek backwards into the ropes. Peek bounces off with a forearm smash to the face which knocks Christianson to one knee.)

HS: "Bryan Peek just too Christianson by surprise."

(We see Christianson rebound with a punch to the gut on Peek, which knocks doubles him over. Now Christianson just nails a straight uppercut, which rocks Peek back a few steps. Peek looks to be falling through the middle rope to the outside, but Christianson saves him. We see Christianson pick Peek up, and toss him with a Belly-to-Belly Suplex. Christianson floats over for the cover. One... Two... Another Peek kick out.)

FJ: "How does he do it? Bryan Peek is taking the beating of his life, and he's still fighting."

HS: "It's that wisdom he's gained while away from the ring. This is a smart kid. He's no rookie facing Christianson for the first time. He knows what his body can handle."

(Christianson now picks Bryan Peek up once again. He lifts Peek in what looks to be a reverse atomic drop situation, but somehow Peek spins his body and grabs Christianson's head and sends him to the mat in a diving reverse DDT counter.)

HS: "WOW! Peek countered!"

FJ: "That he did. But did he hurt himself, more than Christianson."

(We see Christianson roll towards the ropes, as Peek begins to stand in the middle of the ring. Christianson begins charging Peek, who just got to his feet. Christianson was obviously going to go for a shoulder block, but Peek grabs him and drops him with a Belly-to-Belly Brainbuster. Christianson looks as if he's been knocked out cold.)

FJ: "WHAT!"

HS: "Christianson is down for the count. But so is Peek."

(The referee begins count. One... Neither man move. Two... The same thing as before. Three... Four... Five... Finally, Bryan Peek begins to crawl. Six... Seven... Peek drapes an arm over Christianson. One... Two...)

HS: "CHRISTIANSON GOT A SHOULDER UP!"

(Bryan Peek slowly begins to stand up, lifting what looks to be deadweight in Jeff Christianson. Christianson throws a punch, but it looks as if he's swinging at air. We see him fall forward a little. Bryan Peek takes this time to applies a camel clutch. We hear Christianson screaming in pain in the middle of the ring. Christianson doesn't really struggle to get free, but eventually with the punishment his body's taken, Peek begins to strain and he let's go. He rolls Christianson over. One... Two... Christianson kicks out. Peek now picks Christianson up and he nails a snap Suplex. He floats over for the cover, but he only gets a two count. Peek now picks Jeff Christianson up and he nails his Annihilating Domination. However, instead of going for the pin, he picks Christianson up again. He goes for the move again, but it looks like a stray thumb to the eye caught him, and Christianson falls behind his back. As the referee checks on Peek, he walks back to check on Christianson. While he's checking on Christianson, Jeff quickly nails a Low Blow on Peek, that goes unnoticed to the referee's eye. We see Christianson now apply an anklelock. He quickly grapevines it.)

FJ: "HERE IT COMES! HERE IT COMES!"

HS: "OH NO! BRYAN PEEK IS DONE FOR!"

(We see Peek slowly but surely crawling to the ropes. Christianson pulls back.)

FJ: "IT HAS TO BREAK! HE'S DOING IT AGAIN! BYE BYE PEEK! I LOVE THIS GUY!"

HS: "That's kind of weird Frank."

FJ: "What?"

(Finally Peek reaches the ropes. The referee implements a five count. One... Two... Three... Four... Jeff Christianson breaks the hold. He holds his arms up and jumps up on the second turnbuckle to a bunch of boos. He walks over to another turnbuckle right beside that one, and the crowd continues to boo. He walks over to a third turnbuckle, and he gets the same reaction. He now flips the crowd off as he goes on top of the forth one. We now see someone from the crowd throw a beer and hit him in the face with it. It gets in Christianson's eye. Peek, who's holding onto the ropes and pulling himself up, gets underneath of Christianson. He grabs Christianson and thrust him to the ground with huge powerbomb. He lays on top of Christianson for the cover as his ankle gives out. An out of place referee doesn't help. One... Two... Thr.)

HS: "How the tide turned... Had the referee been in position to get a good slide, that would have been a three."

FJ: "Would have... should have... isn't a three. The match continues. Peek can barely stand. This match is over once Jeff regains his bearings."

(Both men reach their feet at about the same time, but we see Christianson stumble a little. This gives Peek a chance to get on the top rope and rest his leg. Christianson walks right into him. Peek spins off and nails him with the Annihilator. Peek is too hurt to make a cover.)

HS: "Peek got a little help from the Peek-u-lation after a thrown beer."

FJ: "I believe that was cheating. Bryan Peek should be disqualified."

HS: "Whoever set up that attack on Bryan Peek earlier with two men pummeling him should be disqualified."

FJ: "I don't know who would do such a thing."

HS: "I think he's laying in the ring unconscious."

FJ: "Bryan Peek?"

(Peek finally hobbles over to Christianson However, instead of going for the cover, he drags Christianson to the middle of the ring. This time, Bryan Peek applies an anklelock to Jeff Christianson. This quickly brings Christianson back to life. Christianson quickly tries to counter out of the move, and does so effectively by tossing Peek around until Peek let's go Both men get to a vertical bases.)

FJ: "You can't get him with his own move."

(Christianson throws a boot, but Bryan Peek catches it and nails him with a Dragon Screw leg twist. Bryan Peek now successfully applies an anklelock. Jeff Christianson does his best to crawl over to the ropes, but Peek just pulls him back. Then, Peek grapevines the ankle.)

FJ: "He's applied his own move!"

HS: "Annihilating Struggle!"

FJ: "What's that?"

HS: "It's what he calls his grapevine anklelock."

FJ: "Where did he learn how to apply one of those..."

HS: "Well, you could just watch a Jeff Christianson match... or, maybe at a point when he was involved in the whole raincoat man conspiracy, Jeff Christianson showed him how to properly apply the anklelock, thinking he had finally found a protégé he could trust."

FJ: "Yet greed took over that sunofabitch."

(Christianson, after a long struggle, finally grabs the ropes. Bryan Peek breaks the hold immediately. Bryan Peek now stalks Jeff Christianson's who's struggling to stand on an injured ankle. After Jeff uses the ropes to pull himself up, he turns right around into a Peekbull Lariat. Peek goes for another quick cover. One... Two... Christianson kicks out again. Peek now mounts Jeff Christianson, and punches him in the head ten times before breaking. He pulls Jeff Christianson to his feet. kicks Christianson in the stomach and nails a Side walk slam. We now see Peek go for another anklelock, but Christianson flips Peek around the ring until Peek let's go. Christianson and Peek now meet in the center of the ring.)

HS: "The Mega-powers are about to explode again, Frank."

FJ: "You got that right Herb... but Jeff will dominate again."

HS: "Both men are hurt. It's now all about who wants it more."

FJ: "It has to be Jeff Christianson. It must be Jeff Christianson."

(Peek throws a punch, but Christianson ducks under. Christianson nails a German Suplex. Followed by a second one which lands him near the ropes. He goes for a third, but Peek is too close to the ropes and he grabs he top rope. We see Christianson hit the mat as Peek slowly catches his breath on his knees. Christianson now walks over to Peek, who sticks his head in between the middle and top rope, and he lifts Christianson over the top rope, but as Christianson heads to the floor, we see him grab onto Bryan Peek's waist, and pull him down for a vicious high angled powerbomb with his body weight landing on Peek's body afterwards. The crowd begins chanting HOLY SHIT!)

HS: "WHAT A BUNCH OF COUNTERS THERE!"

FJ: "THAT WAS B-E-A- U KNOW THE REST!"

(Two... We see Christianson just sitting there sucking wind beside an unconscious Bryan Peek. He has a devilish grin on his face. Three... Four... Christianson begins to slowly stand up. Five... Six... Jeff Christianson picks him up. Seven... Eight... Christianson rolls Peek into the ring. Nine Christianson climbs to the top rope, and comes off with the High Death Five Star Frog Splash and drills Peek. However, Christianson has been hurt too much recently to make a cover.)

FJ: "NO!"

HS: "Jeff Christianson seems to be too hurt to make a cover. This doesn't bode well for him, because his opponent is out cold at the moment.

(We a commotion start in the back. The masked man that's been running around attacking people has returned. Peek was an earlier victim. Christianson slowly begins to crawl over to him. He drapes in an arm over Peek. One... Two... Peek gets a shoulder up at the last possible second. Or so we think.)

HS: "That's about 2 and three tenths. Peek somehow managed to get the shoulder up."

(Christianson looks over at the masked man and begins shaking his head as if he's telling him to get away, and if you read his lips, he says for now. However, Peek slowly crawls up behind Christianson and goes for a cover. One... Two... Christianson barely kicks out. We see Christianson immediately go over to Peek, who now small packages him. One... Two... Christianson kicks out again. Christianson charges again, this time, Peek got to one knee, as Christianson got close, Peek grabs him and throws him down with an Arn Anderson type spinebuster. Peek lands on top of him for a count. One... Two... Christianson gets a shoulder up.)

HS: "Christianson looked to be in control. Some distraction has caught him off guard."

FJ: "This doesn't bode well for Jeff Christianson."

(Christianson now reaches his feet. He slowly wobbles towards Christianson, and he is lifted into a Military Press type situation. Peek just throws Christianson in the air, but Christianson ends up landing gut first on the knee of Peek. Peek drops down for the cover. One... two... Christianson again barely gets a shoulder up. Peek looks a little frustrated as he takes Jeff Christianson to the corner. Peek once again climbs to the top. Peek jumps off the top rope, connecting with the Peek Performance!)

HS: "IT HAS TO BE OVER NOW!"

FJ: "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! HE'S REVERTING TO THAT LOSER CHRISTIANSON AGAIN! I HATE THIS GUY!"

(Christianson rolled towards the ropes. Peek covers him. One... Two... Three...)

HS: "Wait a second, the bell has rang, but the referee is walking over to the ring announcer, and he now has the microphone for a second time."

Referee: "This match is not over. Jeff Christianson's foot was on the ropes."

HS: "That isn't right. His foot wasn't on the ropes."

FJ: "The camera clearly shows his foot on the ropes Herb."

(Bryan Peek can't believe it. We see the masked man near the foot of Jeff Christianson. We hear the bell to restart the match as the referee begins to question the masked man. On the AWA-tron we see Jeff Christianson's foot not on the ropes after two. But we see the masked man rush over and put Christianson's foot on the ropes at the last second. Peek, in a rage, exits the ring and goes after the masked man. Peek catches the masked man. They begin trading punches. Peek nails a right. But ducks under the masked man's right to nail a German Suplex. He picks the masked man up and goes for a piledriver. Peek now looks into the ring and sees Jeff Christianson slowly starting to stir. He kicks the masked man in the head and he rolls back in the ring.)

HS: "Peek lost sight of the prize, but he's quickly regained focus."

FJ: "Christianson's moving. You'll have to kill him to beat him."

HS: "That means he's been dead a lot recently, doesn't it Frank?"

FJ: "Yeah... Kinda. Sorta. Back to the drawing board on that one."

(Christianson is now standing on one knee. As Peek rolls in we see Peek about to charge, but the masked man grabs his foot. Peek tries to kick the masked man, but he doesn't. Peek is successful by leaning over the top rope, and grabbing the mask with one hand, and punching him with the other. The masked man hits the ground. Peek ends up in the ring with the mask. He looks over the top rope, but the formerly masked man, is laying with his face down. He Christianson sees the mask and says something to the affect of 'Oh Shit.' Peek now runs at Jeff Christianson and nails a Peek spear. The crowd begins to go wild As Peek celebrates. He goes up to the top rope, and nails the Peek-a-Star. He stands up and salutes the crowd.)

HS: "Nobody can get up from that."

FJ: "..."

(Before Peek can turn around to cover Jeff Christianson we hear a big THWACK! We see Peek drop to one knee. Standing above him, we see Quade deSade, who was formerly the masked man. Quade nails him again with a shot to the back of the head. The crowd begins to heavily boo as the referee disqualifies Jeff Christianson.)

HS: "Bryan Peek has pulled it off! He has beaten "Dark Warrior" Jeff Christianson! It wasn't by conventional standards, but it was his first victory in three chances against Jeff Christianson on an AWA pay per view."

FJ: "That's about as exciting as watching your mom shower! Which er... I have not done..."

HS: "Frank, I swear I'll--... What's this?

FJ: "Remember, there are no moral victories in wrestling. Jeff Christianson looks like the winner, therefore he is."

HS: "By who's proclamation?"

FJ: "Mine."

(Jeff Christianson slowly recovers, and crawls over to the grounded Peek who was just nailed by with a steel chair by Quade deSade after he was unmasked.)

HS: "What the hell?"

(With Bryan Peek prone, DW takes advantage and grabs Peek's foot and reapplies the Grapevine Anklelock!)

HS: "He said he was going to break Bryan Peek's ankle here at LMS! I can't believe this is happening!"

"Pain, without love. Pain, can't get enough. Pain, I like it rough, 'cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all!"

(At the top of the ramp emerges a huge form. With a microphone in hand and wearing casual street clothes Steve Holly makes his way down to the ring. Dark Warrior releases Peeks ankle as he watches Holly slowly make his way to the ring. Grabbing the ring ropes he starts yelling at Holly though his words are indistinguishable from the roar of the crowd, it seems as if he's inviting Holly into the ring. We see deSade drop a couple of boots on Peek as Holly gets closer.)

STEVE HOLLY: "Jeffy, Jeffy, Jeffy... I don't want to fight you! I've already beaten you once, don't you think I could do it again? I'm not lookin' for a fight here, but I will not allow you to put him back on the shelf. No, I won't allow that."

(DW looks livid until Holly arrives at the ring and reaches into his straight leather jacket to pull out a Louisville Slugger baseball bat. deSade now walks over to Jeff Christianson's side and challenges Holly to enter the ring.)

STEVE HOLLY: "You are dismissed Christianson."

(A challenge is heard in the voice of Steve Holly, but the veteran Christianson is smart enough to see the bait for what it is and glowering at Holly backs away from the ropes and exits the ring. Christianson yells at deSade who isn't backing down. We now see Christianson stand on the apron, and he grabs deSade by the neck. He pulls whispers something to deSade, and we see a devilish grin appears across deSade's face as he exits. They walk around the ring, never taking their eyes off of Steve Holly.)

FJ: "Look at the arrogance in Steve Holly!"

HS: "I'm not sure what to make of this. You make an enemy of Jeff Christianson at your own peril!"

(Holly climbs into the ring with a blank face, not mocking, nor apologetic. He watches DW and deSade walking while ascending the ramp and disappear into the curtains. With this, he turns to look at a weary and exhausted Bryan Peek.)

STEVE HOLLY: "Last week, Bryan, you made your way down to the ring. Some say it was to help me, I don't believe that. You came down to this ring to settle a score, I just happened to be the third party. You know, just as well as I do that I did not need your help. The match was all but over and I was the only one standing."

(Holly turns and paces the ring. Peek looks at him questioningly.)

STEVE HOLLY: "So why am I here? I'm here to make sure this company doesn't lose one of it's greatest talents. I'm here because, once upon a time, we were friends. I'm here for the same reason you took me to my limits and vice versa two years ago. I'm here because I respect you, Bryan. There have been times when you were at your lowest, but here you are, back in the saddle. Right where I want to, but cannot, be."

(Steve stops pacing and stares directly at Peek.)

STEVE HOLLY: "With that said, I have only two words more: 'I'm Sorry.'"

(Holly drops the microphone to the canvas and glances one last time at Peek before exiting the ring and disappearing through the curtains. The camera focuses on a confused Bryan Peek before we go to commercial for the AWA's recent DVD release, AWA Overpower 2006. We then find Javex Valerius, challenger for the Cruiserweight Champion, and current Extreme Calvinball World Champion *check your local listings*, stretching in the hallway. His left leg is extended fully vertically, his foot parallel to the ceiling as he presses himself against the wall. His eyes are closed, his concentration surprisingly evident on his face. And it's in this manner that he speaks seemingly to himself - although he's got to be aware in some way that the camera is RIGHT FREAKIN' THERE.)

JAVEX: "...oo easy, too easy. In; out; done. Who the hell is Terry James? Nothin' to me, nothin' to me. Listen to them tonight, let them cheer for you. You need them, you need them, you can use their cheers to motivate yourself - do it for you, do it for Linzy, and do it for them."

(Javex takes his leg off the wall and backs away into the middle of the hallway, turning and hopping, throwing imaginary punches at the ground. Stopping, Javex opens his eyes and faces the camera -- I KNEW IT! Grinning, he frames his hands in front of him, his eyes seeing what no one else can.)

JAVEX: "Javex Valerius - NEW Cruiserweight Champion."

(Javex breathes out, smiling, and he looks up at the ceiling.)

JAVEX: "Welp - here we go."

(The opening guitar of "Thunderstruck" by AC/DC starts to play and the fans start to chant "Na Na-Na Na Na-Na Na Na!" over and over with the all-to-familiar guitar chords. The lights in the arena flash on and off for a few seconds before staying off. On the first "Thunder" the lights starts flashing on and off again. On the second "Thunder" Terry comes out onto the stage with an ECW Canadian flag in his hands and the cruiserweight championship belt around his waist, the crowd now cheering loudly, stopping just before the ramp. 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 belt 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 championship once more to the crowd, before placing it by the ring steps in his corner with his flag. He turns around, a blank face to the entranceway.)

HS: "Terry looks focused here."

FJ: "Terry looks like an idiot."

("Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood" - Santa Esmeralda begins playing over the PA as Javex Valerius saunters to the ring with a mocking smirk on his face. Javex gets to the ring and poses on the corners, crossing himself before extending his arms to his fans/catcallers. He then turns to look at Terry James then hops to the floor still smirking at "The Storm".)

FJ: "Heeeeeeeerrre's Javex!"

HS: "ahem... Yippee."

(The bell rings and the opponents square off. They circle the ring, until Javex feints with his right foot and Terry braces himself, but Javex backs off and hops back onto one foot smiling once again.)

FJ: "HA! Terry's so high-strung! Javex is playin' him like a Violin!"

(In response to the feint, Terry decides to take the initiative and charges, planting a stiff forearm across the face of Valerius! Valerius hits the ground clutching his face and grimacing in pain.)

HS: "Swift takedown from James!"

(Terry making sure Valerius is down, hops up onto the second rope and performs a springboard moonsault, to which Valerius draws his knees up and Terry crashes hard. Rolling on the canvas, he finally comes to rest on his back clutching his abdomen. Javex backrolls to his hands and is vertical long enough to bring his knee crashing down across Terry's throat.)

FJ: "Beautiful!"

HS: "Definitely an unorthodox move from Javex!"

(Javex gets to his feet, grinning from ear to ear. He helps Terry to his feet only to get a swift kick in the gut for his troubles. James then plants him with a vicious DDT. Quickly kipping up to his feet to deliver some hard stomps to the back of Javex's head! Unable to defend himself, Javex reaches out with his free arms and grabs "The Storm's" ankle and yanks hard dropping James to the ground. Both are quick to their feet and square off once again. Javex begins to lose his trademark grin.)

HS: "I think the fun has come out of this match."

FJ: "Nah, Javex is just playin'!"

(A more serious Javex sizes his opponent up and leaps directly at James and plants an elbow across his nose. James stumbles as Javex follows through and hits the ropes behind Terry rebounding and driving his face into the canvas with a bulldog. Javex gets to his feet but turns into a standing moonsault and covers...)

(1...)

(2...)

(Thr... KICKOUT!)

HS: "Close call!"

FJ: "J just let him kickout."

(Javex shakes his head in a discouraged fashion, then begins lifting Terry to his feet, Terry has other ideas and rolls him up in an inside cradle grabbing a handful of tights...)

(1...)

HS: "Looks like payback from Terry!"

(2...)

FJ: "This is nothin' J will kick out!"

(Thre... Hard kickout!)

(Javex looks to the referee and argues a bit pulling at his tights for emphasis. The ref informs he didn't see the tights pulled and motions to continue to match. Terry taking advantage of the distraction drops Javex with a falling neckbreaker. Terry floats back over and pummels Javex's face repeatedly. Valerius eventually bring up an arm to block and throws his legs upward and around Terry's arms pulling him down into a pin, but Terry follows through the momentum and backrolls to his feet. Jumping to the air, he comes down with a dropkick to Valerius' face. Valerius falls back eyes fluttering. Terry gets to the top rope then leaps into a moonsault for the same result, a chest full of knees.)

FJ: "HA! What's the definition of insanity Herb?!"

HS: "Sitting here listening to you... At least I think that's it."

(Javex slowly gets to his feet and begins to stalk a also slowly moving Terry James.)

FJ: "J's gonna but this away!"

(Sure enough, Javex nails Terry with the Gloria Por Dolor knocking him senseless. Javex looks at Terry, then at the ropes and back at Terry. He then drags Terry close to a corner and climbs to the top rope. Again he looks at Terry obviously making sure he's judged the distance correctly. Then leaps into a moonsault and drops almost missing James but is able to make the cover.)

(1... 2... 3...)

FJ: "HE DID IT!!! JAVEX IS THE NEW CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPION!!!

HS: "Without cheating this time. It's a miracle!"

FJ: "No Herb, a miracle is the fact that your mamma didn't give you up for adoption the second she gave birth to ya! Now that I think about it Herb... You're mom's pretty hot and you, well... You're no rose let me tell ya."

HS: "Frank, I swear I'm gonna..."

(We cut to a commercial for the brandnew AWA 4 DVD set "The Worst - AWA Lowlights, September-December 2002-2006, Part 1", before returning into the arena. Suddenly, the Ameritron begins to flicker as a hush comes over the entire crowd. The fans roar when they here the voice of Daddy Yankee boom over the P.A.)

ALL MY PEOPLE STAND UP!
HOLLA BACK!
AWA... YOU KNOW HOW WE DO MANNNN!

HS: "Could it be?"

FJ: "No way."

HS: "This is Orlando Ortega's music, ladies and gentlemen!"

(The fans seem a bit disappointed when OOO doesn't emerge from the back, but instead, while 'Like You' plays over the loudspeakers, a highlight video package of Orlando Ortega is shown.)

FJ: "I told you. He's retired, Herb, he's not coming back."

HS: "He's not retired, he's just on a personal sabbatical. He's vowed to come back one day. Maybe this is it!"

FJ: "That Momma's boy won't ever step foot in an AWA ring again. I don't even know why they're playing this video package."

(First, OOO's first Cruiserweight Title reign is shown, as he causes Sergeant Jeremy Price to tap out to a figure four. Then his grueling Hell On Earth match with Atlas Johannson, XTJ and Rawstarr, including his former finisher, 'Time For Tea', in which he broke his leg. After that, we see Orlando Ortega nailing the Caida del Muerta on Fish at Classic segued into their great Overpower match at the main event of Overpower 2005. We see Orlando Ortega executing a tiger suplex on Fish that sent him over the top rope and to the floor. Next up is OOO applying the Colombian Crippler to Rawstarr as he taps out. Now he is nailing a pretty hurricanrana on Jayson Price and then subsequently removing Price's mask. Now Orlando Ortega is Going Global on a maskless Jayson Price at Springs and Breaks. We then see Ortega landing Head's Up on ROD and subsequently battling with Low. We fast forward a few more months this time, and see Orlando Ortega, blood draping his face, laying on top of Nightmist over two still smoldering tables. Finally, after huge pops from the crowd at the Classic footage, we see Ortega power bombing Low off a ladder onto a table beneath him that splinters upon impact. The crowd is going nuts now.)

HS: "Those were some memorable moments from Orlando Ortega. I can only hope there are more to come from him!"

(Quickly the music begins to go scratchy and the screen starts to flicker again. 'Like You' is eerily replaced by White Zombie's 'I Am Legend' as the fans wonder what is going on. The lights go out in the arena and the music suddenly dies off. Now the Ameritron is entirely black before a white silhouette of a devil's head fills the screen. The face soon merges into the following words.)

THIS DECEMBER
HELL FREEZES OVER
WILL YOU BE READY
FOR THE RETURN OF
EL DIABLO

(The screen quickly cuts off and the lighting returns as the fans and Frank and Herb are left to wonder what all of this means.)

HS: "It... it can't be? El Diablo? He's a monster."

FJ: "Finally, and OOO I can get on board with!"

HS: "Is Ortega's alter ego, El Diablo, really going to return to the AWA! I can't believe it! El Diablo is a sick, sadistic bastard."

FJ: "I can't wait!"

HS: "Anyway, ladies and gentlemen, several weeks ago the AWA announced a tag team tournament to determine the challengers to then-AWA Tag Team Champions Menace 2 Society. However, M2S decided they were too good for the AWA and its wrestlers, took their ball and went home. The AWA Tag Team title has been declared dormant for now. However, the tournament will still take place here tonight, yet the members of the winning team are going to face EACH OTHER after the tag team match to determine a contender for the AWA World Champion."

("Fever for the Flavor" roars throughout the public announce system as Jayson Price walks out from behind the curtain to an enormous display of pyrotechnics. Misery rushes down the isle and slides right into the center of the apron. Price leaps onto his feet, scales a nearby turnbuckle and raises both of his fists in the air, the crowd applauds his enthusiasm.)

HS: "And here comes his partner in crime!"

("In the End" starts to play through the arena. As the actual lyrics start, Logan steps out onto the entrance ramp and he stops near the top of the ramp and looks out into the crowd as they cheer wildly for him. Logan starts walking down the ramp staring at the ring. Once at ringside, he climbs the ring steps and enters the ring between the top and second rope. He moves over to the far corner, greets Misery with a pat on the back, then removes his jacket and drops it to the outside of the ring before turning his attention towards the LMS set on the ramp way. Logan awaits the arrival of the opposing team with a cocky smile across his face.)

FJ: "Now that's a f*cking entrance! OPPS!"

HS: "What in the, this is a family program! Watch you're goddamned mouth!"

FJ: "Whatever you say Herby…"

("Welcome to the Jungle" suddenly thunders from the P.A system. The Polish Spirit steps out from behind the curtain, a traditional cigarette in his mouth as he stalks his way down to the ring, and he cracks a cheeky grin at the reaction from the crowd. He circles the ring, rolls in and stands on the turnbuckle surveying the fans with a Cheshire Cat grin. He hops off and stops for a minute receiving the reaction of all the fans. He then walks slowly over to the top rope before perching himself on the top rope raising his right arm in the air as the crowd screams.)

FJ: "This man has no qualms about smoking half a carton of cigarettes before a match, and for that, I admire him."

HS: "Psh you would! What about Lasiewicz's spectacular in ring ability, what about his years dedicated to the sports of professional wrestling? You have to admire him for something else other than chain smoking!"

FJ: "Look how cool he looks with that cigarette!"

(The lights dim as "Keep on Rockin' in the Free World" roars through the arena. A.C. struts out in his ring attire and stops just in front of the fireworks that go off behind him. Smith slowly makes his way down the ramp ignoring all the fans on his way, he then climbs onto the apron and steps into the ring with a stern grin across his face. Smith and Price both head to their respected corners leaving Logan and Lasie alone in the center of the ring.)

HS: "Here we go!"

(A.C. smiths comes running out of his corner nails Jayson across the face with a few quick right hands, Price manages to capitalize on Smith's soccer punches and breaks his momentum with a hard forearm to the back of the head! A.C. staggers into the ropes; Price takes advantage and begins pounding his midsection with a few swift knee shots, he then adds insult to injury and hip tosses Smith into the center of the apron, Smith rolls onto his feet, charges Jayson once more, and Price knocks Smith back down to the mat with a enormous big boot to the face, the fans gasp in terror right as Jayson makes contact with the boot.)

FJ: "Christ you know that had to hurt!"

(Price grabs a hold of the dazed A.C. Smith and lifts him up from the apron, Smith suddenly gets his bearings and plows into Price with an aggressive running shoulder attack, Jayson falls back into the corner, Price rushes towards him and plows right into him with a devastating spear! Price falls to the mat holding his ribs; Smith takes advantage and starts kicking the living hell out of his breathless opponent! Smith lifts Price up for a moment only to send him back down hard with a well executed swinging neck breaker! A.C. goes for the quick cover!)

HS: "1, 2, and NO! Price got his shoulder up just in time!"

FJ: "That neck breaker was pretty ruthless! I'm surprised he was able to get up after that one."

(Smith kicks Price across the forehead a few times before pulling him up, he then sends Jayson into the ropes with a quick Irish whip, Price manages to reverse the Irish whip at the very last second and plant A.C. with a quick DDT! Price mounts Smith and begins to lay into him with hard right hands to the face! The referee counts each blow. 1, 2, 3, 4, and Price dismounts at four, rushes into the ropes, and comes back with a running knee drop that sends Smith's forehead bouncing off the apron! Smith staggers to his feet while holding onto his throbbing forehead, Price locks up with him from behind, AND HE SENDS OVER THE ROPES WITH A RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX! Smith crashes back first into a steel guardrail! The fans roar in approval as Price falls to his knees! It's obvious that move took a lot out of him.)

HS: "OH MY GOD!"

FJ: "This thing is over, it has to be!"

(The D.C. fans toss their empty food containers at Smith as he rolls around the outside screaming in agony. Price slowly makes his way to the outside of the ring as the referee begins his count. Jayson hovers over the hurt A.C. Smith with a cocky smirk across his face. Price places his boot on Smith's forehead and stomps his head into the fallen guardrail! Smith crawls over to the ring and uses all his strength to get back up on his feet. Price lunges at him from behind with a haymaker, but A.C. uses all the power in his body to counter with an elbow to the face!)

HS: "The Big Apple Ass Kisser isn't done just yet!"

FJ: "Well I'll be damned!"

(Smith turns around, kicks Price in stomach, and sets him up for the Tombstone Piledriver! Smith Piledrives Price headfirst onto the guardrail! Smith rolls into the ring and stumbles over to his corner while Prince lays dazed and confused on the outside. The Big Apple Ass Kisser tags in his partner Andreas Lasiewicz right as Jayson slides onto the apron!)

HS: "Here comes Andreas!"

(Andreas rushes out of his corner and lays Price across the face with a flying knee! Jayson wobbles back into the ropes, Andreas kicks him in the midsection and sets him up for a power bomb!)

HS: "It looks like Andreas is signaling for some assistance!"

(The crowd roars with anticipation as Lasiewicz signals A.C. Smith over! Andreas lifts Price up for the power bomb, and Smith grabs a handful of Jayson's hair and slams him into the canvas, the fans moan in horror after witnessing the devastating double team power bomb! Logan Alexander rushes in to assist his injured partner, but the referee demands Logan to return to his corner, while the ref is occupied with Logan A.C. and Lasiewicz begin to stomp the hell out of the fallen Jayson Price. Smith returns to his corner just as the referee turns around, Lasiewicz goes for the quick cover. 1, 2, 3!)

FJ: "YES!"

HS: "NO! HE GOT HIS SHOULDER UP! PRICE GOT HIS SHOULDER UP JUST IN TIME FRANK!"

FJ: "It doesn't get much closer than that!"

(The fans begin to chant "ECW, ECW, ECW!" as Andreas continues pummel the winded Jayson Price with hard boots to the face. Lasiewicz pulls Price up by the hair and whips him into a nearby turnbuckle. Andreas positions Price up to where he's sitting on the top of the turnbuckle, he then sets him up for what appears to be a superplex! Price manages to wiggle out of it at the last second by elbowing Andreas I the stomach! Jayson positions Andreas over his shoulders while standing up on the top rope, he then leaps off the ropes and sends Lasiewicz to hell with a top rope Death Valley driver!! The fans roar in approval as both men plummet into the center of the apron! Price slowly crawls to his corner and makes the tag with Logan Alexander! Logan gets a massive prop as enters the ring and hovers over the dazed Andreas Lasiewicz!)

HS: "This could very well be the beginning of the end Frank…"

(Alexander pulls Andreas up from the mat, chops him across the chest a couple times, then plants him once more with an impact DDT! Lasiewicz bounces back up from the collision of the move and leans onto the ropes, Logan rushes towards him with a fierce clothesline, and misses! Andreas knees Logan in the cut then sends him face first into a turnbuckle! Lasiewicz locks up with Logan from behind and sends him to the mat with a Russian leg sweep! Andreas mounts Logan and nails him across the forehead hard with a few right hands! Lasiewicz dismounts and begins to taunt Logan before grabbing a hand full of his hair! Alexander hits Lasiewicz with a low blow then whips him into the ropes, Andreas comes running back off the ropes, Logan knees him in the stomach, and sets him up for the Brain buster DDT!! Logan goes for the cover!)

HS: "1, 2, NO!"

(A.C. Smith rushes into the ring at the last possible second and smashes into Logan's face with a fierce baseball slide! Jayson Price leaps through the ropes shortly afterwards, the tag team match turns into a tag team battle royal! All four men are seen exchanging hard left and right hands with one another in the middle of the ring! Prince gets the upper hand on Smith and sends him to the outside with a tremendous running power bomb! The crowd groans as The Big Apple Ass Kisser collides with the cold hard concrete! Jayson Price lunges at Andreas Lasiewicz from behind and hits him with a huge bulldog!)

HS: "WHAT IN THE WORLD!"

(Logan comes out of nowhere and hits Andreas Lasiewicz with his signature Stryke Force! ECW hits Andreas with the Canadian Stryke! Price falls to the ground holding his back while Logan goes for the cover! 1, 2, AND 3!!)

HS: "My god this one is over!! ECW HAS WON THE FINALS!!"

FJ: "And now it's Jayson Price against his partner, Logan Alexander, the winner gets a World title shot NEXT WEEK on Shock!"

(Two referees come down to ringside to escort Lasiewicz and Smith to the back. Neither man looks particularly happy with his partner. Logan and Price are allowed to catch their breath. Once Logan and Price are ready to begin, Logan walks over to Price and stops in front of him.)

HS: "These two challengers are standing toe to toe here."

FJ: "The crowd is actually buzzing... This could be a big match here."

(Logan is saying something to Price. He looks very calm and Price mirrors his calm expression as he listens to what Logan says. They continue for about half a minute, then Logan holds his hand out to Price.)

HS: "Show of respect here from Logan."

FJ: "Come on Price! Sucker punch him like you would have long ago!"

(Price looks around at the crowd for a few moments, considering. He then grabs Logan's hand and shakes it. Logan backs away and they prepare for the beginning of the match in earnest.)

HS: "Both of these ECW stable-mates are ready to go. This is for a shot at the world title folks!"

(Before the match officially begins, someone can be seen coming out on the stage. It's Low!)

HS: "What the hell? Why is HE here?"

FJ: "Well, he is the AWA World Champion, so it would make sense for him to scout his competition. Besides, Logan and Price have both been making comments about Low this whole week."

(Low has a chair and he promptly sets it up in the middle of the stage and takes a seat. Logan and Price glance at him warily for a moment as the ref calls for the bell. The two turn their attention back to one another and start circling one another. Both of them attempt to run in for a quick takedown, but they are still fairly exhausted from their tag team match and aren't quick enough to catch one another. The two choose to enter a collar-and-elbow tie-up in center ring instead and both push and struggle for a better position. Logan converts first, getting Price in a hammerlock. Logan quickly trips out the legs of Price and turns the standing hammerlock into a hammerlock on the mat. Price bites down in pain, attempting to get out of the tough lock. Price gets to a seated base, but Logan is quick to switch into a rear chin lock. Price continues to fight and gets to a vertical base, elbowing Logan a few times in the gut to release the hold. Logan hunches over as Price runs into the ropes. Price comes back with a stiff running lariat, but Logan ducks and catches Price with a back body drop. Low is seen clapping at Price's misfortunes, which distracts Logan for a moment.)

HS: "Logan has control in the early going here, but Low seems to be distracting him now."

FJ: "Low is always a distraction when he is around. He's the life of the party!"

HS: "No, he's the one that always crashes and ruins the party after it was going along so well."

FJ: "Well, someone has to do it."

(Logan quickly gets back to Price, helping him to his feet, and applies a full arm twist. Price writhes in pain, but the quickly counter the hold and hits a spinning back elbow to the back of Logan's head. Low can be mockingly clapping after that, but Price ignores him for the moment. Logan stumbles forward and Price locks in a full nelson! Price doesn't maintain the hold for long, though, converting it into a full nelson suplex, followed by a pin! Logan kicks out at two and a half!)

HS: "Both of these men are tired as Hell right now and those quick pins may prove to be very effective in this match."

(Price gets up, not arguing with the call, and helps Logan to his feet. He quickly hits a few forearm shots to the head and doubles Logan over with a kick to the gut. Price hits Logan with a piledriver and covers! Logan kicks out just before the three! Price isn't happy, but he gets up anyways, only to see Low laughing at him. Price shouts something inaudible at Low before turning back to Logan, who is reaching his feet. Price grabs Logan and whips him into the ropes, catching him with a stiff kick to the chest on the rebound! Logan holds his chest in pain as Price gives him another stiff kick to the arm. Logan grabs him arm now, only to have Price kick his other arm too! Price finishes off the combo with a short-arm stiff lariat and goes for a pin! Logan kicks out again before the three count!)

HS: "Price is putting a lot of pressure on Logan now. If the match keeps going like this, Logan isn't going to have much of a chance of winning."

FJ: "Duh. Way to state the obvious Herb!"

(Price helps Logan up again and whips him into the ropes. Logan rebounds off into a one-armed back breaker from Price, but Logan counters into a huge DDT! Both men are down! Low again mockingly claps at Misery's miscue as the ref begins the ten count.)

HS: "Is Low going to do that every time the match suddenly changes momentum?"

FJ: "Yeah. Looks like it."

(The ref stops his count at seven as both men have used the ropes to pull themselves up. Price and Logan turn to meet one another, but Logan surprises Misery with a quick burst of speed and hits an enziguri! Misery turns and drops, but Logan quickly catches him and nails him with a release German suplex! Logan is a little slow to get up himself, being physically exhausted, but he still gets over to Misery before Misery can reach his feet. Logan helps Misery up and whips him into the ropes, looking for an arm drag. Misery lands on his feet, however, and pulls Logan in for a short arm lariat. Logan ducks and goes for a superkick, but Misery catches the kick and goes for a rolling legbar! However, Logan continues the roll and ends up on his feet with Misery on his back. Logan starts to cross up Misery's legs for the Chaos Breaker! Misery fights it though, kicking Logan off of him and into the ropes. Misery lies down and allows for Logan to run over him and into the ropes again, then hits a stiff kick to the gut on the rebound and looks for a butterfly powerbomb! Logan is able to counter and swing around into an implant DDT!)

HS: "My God! What a series of counters! Both of those men are completely exhausted, but they just pulled off one of the quickest sequences of moves and counters I've seen!"

FJ: "Yeah, but look at them now. They are both down because they wasted so much energy. The only one left standing is Low, and he's laughing at both of them!"

(Sure enough, Low is indeed laughing at them both. Neither man can see or hear this, however, as they are both unable to even get to their hands and knees. The ref is at a five count as Logan finally accomplishes that task. Logan gets up at seven and walks over to Misery, helping him up and ending the ten count. Logan turns Misery so that both men are back to back and hits a neckbreaker! Logan looks at Price who is lying on the mat. He turns to the crowd and then draws his thumb across his throat.)

HS: "Logan says it's over. He's going to try and end it here."

(Logan stalks Price as Price rises to his feet. Price turns around and Logan scoops him up for the Omega Stryke only to have Price squirm loose and drop behind him. Price spins Logan around and kicks him in the stomach. Logan doubles over and Price sets up for Life's Final Jest. With a sudden burst of strength, Logan back body drops Price. Logan drops to his knees and crawls away to the near corner. The ref goes over to check on Price. Price rises to his feet and turns around just in time to see Logan charging at him. Logan hits a spear, but Price catches Logan around the head with one arm and hits a DDT as he lands. They carry back into the referee sending all three to the mat!)

HS: "What a counter! Logan delivered what could have been a match ending spear, but Price managed to use Logan's momentum to hit a DDT as he fell!"

FJ: "The ref is down too... Who knows what will happen next?"

(All three men are down for several long seconds. Both Logan and Price begin to stir. Logan heads to the corner as Price heads for the ropes. The ref starts to stir as well. Logan reaches the corner and starts to climb to his feet. Price reaches the ropes several seconds later and starts to climb up as well. Logan glances over and Price and grins slightly before picking up Price's briefcase from the corner.)

HS: "Wait a minute! Logan's got the briefcase!"

FJ: "This is a match for a shot at the World title and Logan said he'd hold nothing back."

(Logan stalked Price again, now with the briefcase. Price was slow to reach his feet as was the referee on the other side of the ring. Price turns as Logan raises the briefcase. Price spots Logan and raises his hands to ward off the blow... but it never comes. Logan makes a face at Price and then tosses him the briefcase before dropping to the mat holding his midsection. Price glances down at Logan then to the ref who has just gotten to his feet. Price realizes what's going on and slides the briefcase back towards the corner... but not before the ref sees it. The ref moves towards Price to confront him about it and Price pleads his innocence.)

(Logan suddenly gets back up, grabs Price around the waist and hits a German suplex, bridging it for a pin! The ref is slow to react to the sudden pin and Logan only gets a two count. They're both up quickly and Logan takes a swing at Price. Price avoids it and spins Logan around before backsliding him into a pin. The ref count two as Logan just kicks out. Logan rolled out of the move and before Price could regain his feet, Logan delivered a sunset flip for another pin attempt. The ref counted a long two, as Price clapped his legs on either side of Logan's head to break the pin. Logan rolled onto his hands and knees to shake out the cobwebs from that last shot, and Price quickly capitalized with a Mahistrol cradle rolling Logan into a crucifix type pin. The ref made the three count as Logan kicked out!)

FJ: "Was that three?"

HS: "I'm not sure... it was really close though."

(The ref signaled two and Price looked at him in disbelief. He stood up and argued with the ref for a moment. He turned around and pulled Logan up to his feet, but Logan suddenly cradled Price into another pin!)

(The ref counted.)

(1...)

(2...)

(3!)

HS: "That's it! Logan Alexander has won!"

(Logan releases the cradle and both men lie on the mat for several moments. The ref raises Logan's hand. Both men are slow to rise to their feet. They look at each other for a few moments and then Price extends his hand to Logan and Logan gladly accepts.)

HS: "It looks like a happy ending between these two."

FJ: "Maybe... but you know that this loss is just eating Price up inside."

(Logan turns towards the crowd and raises both his and Price's arm in victory. Meanwhile, the cameras look to see Low on the stage, but he has already left. We cut to a commercial showcasing a DVD of "The Most Successful Bad Guys in AWA History!" Available in stores on Tuesday!)

HS: "Coming up next we have a match that will surely satisfy the hardcore-loving and technical-crazy wrestling fans out there. Coming up next, we have the AWA United States Championship match. Nathan Hawthorne-Lee will put his title up against his foe, Snake."

FJ: "These two have a long history. They were running buddies and when things got tough, NHL put Snake out of commission! Snake's back and he's back with a vengeance...I think. Will Snake topple Nathan and get his sweet revenge on his brother, well enemy, or will Nathan put this pest out of his life?"

HS: "We'll be finding out now!"

(The cords of Animal I have become hit the PA system and the lights dim around the arena and the area hears "Someone help me tame this animal I have become…" And Snake burst through the curtains his trench flaring out around him and Monica strutting along behind. He stands on the stage a moment with Monica wrapped around his back staring at the crowd.)

HS: "And here's the challenger. He held the US title not too long ago and lost it to Logan Alexander in a triple threat match. Two weeks later, Logan Alexander lost his record-breaking 4th US title to Nathan Hawthorne-Lee. Tonight, Snake will not only aim to get his title back, but will also finally unleash his pent up aggression and hopefully can climb the ladder past NHL to get to the World title scene!"

FJ: "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!"

HS: "What's so funny? Snake's a great competitor!"

FJ: "A fan made a funny face."

HS: "...ok..."

(When he finally moves he makes his way to the ring and jumps onto the apron landing with a single foot and sliding between the second and top rope. Once in the ring Monica drops to her knees in front of snake but facing away and raises her hands to touch his stomach and chest. Snake spreads his arms and a massive pyro goes off behind them. 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 with the AWA United States Championship around his waist 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.)

FJ: "And here comes the man of the hour, he's too sweet to be sour. He lifts weig-"

HS: "I think the Superstar would be mighty upset about you ripping off his lines and making them sound like crap."

FJ: "Oh, come on!"

HS: "Nathan Hawthorne-Lee has come along a very troubling road. He lost his wife to his nemesis, Brian Stevens, but became victorious in a brutal and gruesome Dog Collar match at Classic. Since that win Nathan has yet to lose. Tonight he puts that streak and the title on the line as he defends his honor against what he thinks is an dishonorable man."

FJ: "Who will win? Find out on next week's episode of McGyver!"

HS: "Stop it right now! This is a wrestling match, not a TV show."

FJ: "IT'S BOTH!!"

HS: "Someone cut his mic..."

FJ: "Hey, that's not ni-"

(NHL walks around ringside and up the ring steps by the time keeper before entering the ring and climbing the opposite turnbuckle. He unstraps the US title and raises it with 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 title and arms into the air and then lowers his left hand, leaving his right arm in the air holding his United States Championship before hopping down into the ring. Nathan hands his title to the referee and the referee holds it into the air. Then he hands it off to a ringside aid and the bell is sounded to start the match.)

FJ: "..."

HS: "This is such a great match up. What a great opportunity here for both men!"

FJ: "..."

(NHL and Snake circle each other in the ring before meeting in the middle and applying the collar and elbow tie up. The struggle a bit, pushing each other into the ropes and corner turnbuckles. Eventually Snake pushes off the hold but then it is quickly reapplied. NHL pushes Snake directly into the ropes, almost pushing him and he over the top. NHL then quickly moves backwards and hits an Irish whip on Snake. Snake ducks the clothesline attempt and NHL hops into the prone position. Snake jumps over NHL and bounces off the ropes, but holds on and NHL gets to his feet and stares down Snake as the crowd cheers on.)

HS: "What a great display here. Both men seem to be evenly matched."

FJ: "..."

HS: "What Frank?"

FJ: "..."

HS: "I highly doubt that the women will fight here tonight."

FJ: "..."

HS: "Come on, stop crying."

FJ: "..."

(NHL and Snake tie-up, only NHL gets the upper hand and grabs Snake by the waist and unleashes a German suplex. Snake rolls to his feet and NHL hits a forearm smash on Snake's face. Snake gets up and bounces off the ropes, but NHL hits a hip toss. Snake gets up again, only this time NHL hits an arm drag. Snake gets up and bounces off the ropes and this time NHL hits a drop toe hold. NHL mounts Snake's back and puts on a rear chinlock. Snake pops a foot on the bottom rope and the hold is broken. NHL helps Snake to his feet, but Snake elbows NHL right in the midsection. Snake grabs NHL's head and hits a snapmare takedown. Snake grabs NHL's head and smashes it into the canvas in a very unorthodox method. Snake pulls NHL to his feet and whips him into the corner. Snake charges for a clothesline, but NHL leaps over Snake and rolls to his feet.)

HS: "Outstanding show of wrestling by these two!"

FJ: "..."

HS: "Will someone put his mic back on?"

FJ: "That's much better! Anyway...It seems that this match is pretty even-steven right now."

HS: "I guess."

(NHL and Snake go to lock up again, but Snake ducks NHL's attempt and spears him to the mat! Snake starts to let loose some punches to NHL's head. The referee intervenes and pulls Snake off before the 5 count disqualification. NHL is slow to get to his feet and Snake walks up to hit NHL, only Nathan blocks it and gives a right hand of his own. Snake goes again, but NHL stops and hits one of his own. Snake whips NHL into the ropes and grabs a hold of NHL's throat and nails his Snake Strike - modified sidewalk slam. Snake grabs NHL's legs and prepares for his version of the figure four leg lock called the Cobra Crush. He gets it in and NHL starts to writhe in pain. He gets up and Snake is gleaming with joy as he sees Nathan suffer. The fans start to rally behind NHL as he is trying to roll the move over, but Snake won't budge.)

HS: "Will NHL tap out and end his second US title reign?"

FJ: "Probably."

(NHL drops to his back and the referee counts...ONE...T- NHL pops back up. Snake leans forward to add more stress on the legs, but NHL reaches out quick and grabs Snake's head and starts to punch him with all his might. Eventually, Snake DOES release the hold and NHL is slow to get to his feet.)

HS: "Snake released, but is the damage done?"

FJ: "With a move like that and how NHL is reacting, I think Nathan might be out on his feet."

(NHL gets up and Snake gets up as well. Snake pushes NHL into the ropes and hits a clothesline on the US Champion. Snake gets NHL to his feet and whips him HARD into the turnbuckles. NHL hit with such impact, he bounced out and then landed back in. Snake charges NHL and hits him with a knee in the midsection. Snake puts NHL on the top rope and also ascends to that height. With he and Nathan on the top rope, Snake tries for a monstrous Superplex! NHL BLOCKS! Nathan punches Snake in the gut a few times, but then Snake shoots back! NHL punches Snake in the throat and face and then pushes him off the top rope and Snake lands face first! NHL leaps off the top rope and lands a huge knee drop into Snake's spine!)

HS: "Look at that move!"

FJ: "Snake might be paralyzed! Oh my gosh!"

(NHL doesn't waste time and finds the energy to get Snake wrapped up in the Penalty! Snake is trying to squeeze out of this one, but NHL has it locked in tight. Snake is struggling to get free and the referee is asking Snake if he wants to give up. Snake spits into the referee's face and then kicks a foot on the ropes. But, the referee doesn't see until a few seconds later and then breaks the hold. NHL drags Snake to his feet and whips him into the corner turnbuckles. NHL runs towards Snake and leaps into the air. NHL grabs Snake's head and then brings it down into one HUGE implant DDT! Snake rolls out of the ring where Monica is. She helps up her man and asks him if he's ok. Meanwhile, Jessica starts to bang on the ring apron and soon enough, the fans are all clapping along to her beat. Snake rolls into the ring and gets to his feet and is immediately brought down by a swinging neckbreaker by the Champion.)

HS: "This whole match is one huge rollercoaster ride!"

FJ: "I would agree, only I don't see people throwing up right in front of me."

(NHL goes down and grabs Snake's feet, but Snake fights back and kicks Nathan in the chest and face a few times. The Challenger gets to his feet and nails a huge right hand into NHL's head. NHL steps back a few and Snake kicks NHL in the gut and then knees him there several times. He takes NHL's head and puts it between his legs. He lifts NHL straight into the air and hits a hard powerbomb! Snake then picks NHL up and puts him into a fireman's carry, but then drops NHL's neck and head onto Snake's knee!)

FJ: "THE INJECTION!!! THE INJECTION!!"

HS: "This could be it here. The cover! ONE...TWO...THREE!!"

FJ: "SNAKE WINS!"

(The referee gets up and notices NHL's foot on the bottom rope. The referee waves his arms and signals that there is no pinfall. Snake is celebrating and the referee is trying to tell him that he didn't win. Snake looks upset and he walks towards NHL. He kicks NHL's leg off the ropes and picks him up. He whips NHL into the ropes, but NHL ducks the big boot by Snake. NHL leaps onto the top rope and then springs off. He lands on Snake's shoulders and hits a HUGE hurricanrana. NHL is now on the ground and trying to get to his feet. Snake is also trying to do the same.)

FJ: "Wow, talk about how things switch..."

HS: "This is a great, classic match up here between these two men. Huh? Wait, what's he doing here?"

(From the entrance-way, we see Low walking out with the same folding chair from before. He pops the chair open and takes a seat.)

FJ: "I think Low's out here scouting some opponents. This past week Snake's mentioned Low's name at least 6 times. We know NHL had some choice words for Low for what he did to Sarah."

HS: "Actually, Snake's been calling Low out for a few weeks now. It seems he's here to see what these men are made of."

(NHL gets up and sees Low. NHL squints his eyes and give him a cold stare. Low just sits there and yawns a bit and scratches his groin. NHL picks Snake up and lifts Snake into the air and drops him with a stalling suplex. NHL grabs Snake's legs and puts on the Texas cloverleaf, but Snake pushes NHL into the middle rope. The camera pans to Low as he applauds NHL's failed attempt. Snake gets up and sees Low and immediately leans over the ropes and points to Low, beckoning him to the ring. Low yawns a big yawn this time as he just looks on. NHL grabs Snake from behind and rolls him up. The referee counts...)

FJ: "...ONE...TWO.- And Snake just barely kicked out from that one."

HS: "Look at Low. He's getting a huge kick out of this here. Snake almost lost because of the distraction by Low and Low's laughing."

FJ: "I think he's playing...MIND GAMES!"

HS: "You are NOT Terry Tate, Office Linebacker."

FJ: "But I enjoy what I do!"

(NHL gets to his feet and looks over at Low. He picks up Snake and Snake hits a huge, European uppercut on NHL. Low is standing up and applauding the men in the ring with a smile on his face. Snake whips NHL into the ropes and hits a big boot on NHL's face. Snake goes down and locks in the Coil - the sharpshooter. NHL starts to squirm a bit as he tries to see where he is in relation to the ropes. Snake has the move locked in and NHL is going nowhere. NHL starts to look around and then sees where the closest set of ropes are. Meanwhile, Snake is staring at Low while this is going on. Low is in his chair, rubbing his eyes. He looks down at his wrist and checks the time. He looks shocked as he looks at his watch and then scratches his head and relaxes once again in his seat.)

HS: "Why does Low seem shocked?"

FJ: "Probably because this match is going on pretty long."

(Meanwhile, NHL is trying to get towards the ropes, but Snake isn't moving. NHL is now pulling himself towards the ropes, but Snake will NOT move from his spot. NHL looks back and sees Low and sees Snake's left leg. NHL reaches behind him and grabs Snake's left leg and pulls backwards. Snake falls forwards and the hold is broken. NHL gets to the ropes and uses them to help him get to his feet. NHL looks over at the stage and sees Low standing to his feet and applauding the display in the ring.)

HS: "No he's not!"

FJ: "He is, too! He's scouting his prey and applauding them for their work!"

HS: "Anyone that knows Low knows that he's mocking them!"

FJ: "I know what you are, but what am I?"

HS: "A jackass!"

FJ: "HUH! I'm telling your mom."

(Snake rolls out of the ring and starts to move up the ramp, but NHL grabs Snake and whips him into the steel steps! Low claps and applauds NHL as Snake is on the ground in pain. Low gets up and grabs his chair. He looks down at NHL and they stare off as Low turns and walks towards the back.)

HS: "Where's he going now?"

FJ: "He does have a match scheduled next and it can happen any time now!"

(NHL grabs Snake and rolls him into the ring. NHL slides into the ring and picks Snake up to his feet. Snake kicks NHL in the gut and starts to trade rights and lefts with the Pennsylvanian native. NHL puts up a block on a left from Snake and shoots off a right hand blast. NHL puts up a block on the right and ducks Snake and hits a neckbreaker. Snake gets to his feet, but NHL slips Snake into a fisherman's suplex. NHL grabs Snake by the head and picks him up to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Snake burst out of the ropes and charges NHL. NHL ducks an offensive attempt and nails an implant DDT on Snake. NHL hops onto the second turnbuckle and leaps off with a moonsault and connects! NHL covers for the pin...)

FJ: "...ONE...TWO..- OH! Snake kicked out!"

HS: "So close there to the end of our match!"

(NHL gets to his feet and picks up Snake. Snake grabs a leg from NHL and hits an Arn Anderson spinebuster on NHL. With NHL on the mat, Snake grabs a leg of NHL and tries for a Boston crab and gets the hold in place. NHL is reaching for the ropes, but Snake is pulling NHL towards the center of the ring. NHL is yelling out in pain and tries to wiggle out of the hold. He grabs the foot of Snake, but Snake puts more pressure on the hold. NHL lies down and then sprints up and reaches out, but nothing happens and he falls to the mat.)

HS: "NHL might be out here!"

FJ: "Could we have a new champion?"

(The referee picks up NHL's right hand, raises it into the air, and releases it. When it hits the ground, the fans start to boo slightly as the referee grabs the right hand again and raises it into the air. The fans cheer a bit and the referee releases the hand and it hits the mat. Snake gets a sly smile on his face and the fans boo a bit louder.)

HS: "If Nathan's hand hits the mat here again, we have a knock out and Snake will won the match by submission and have the United States Championship for the THIRD time."

(The referee grabs NHL's hand and raises it into the air. The fans begin cheering NHL on and the referee drops the hand and it...)

FJ: "NO!!"

(...STOPS!!! IT STOPS! The fans go crazy! NHL reaches his hands out and starts to bang on the mat and inch his way closer to the ropes. Snake tries to pull away, but NHL grabs the bottom rope just barely. The referee tries to break the submission, but Snake is holding it in. The fans begin to boo loudly but Snake breaks the hold before the disqualification hits. Snake walks around and looks at the fans. He looks down at NHL and picks him up from the mat. Snake hits NHL with a knee in the gut and throws him into the ropes. NHL grabs the top rope and stops himself from bouncing into Snake. Snake charges NHL with a shoulder block, but NHL grabs the top rope and pulls it down and Snake flips over the top rope.)

HS: "Snake's on the floor!"

FJ: "Man, this is one CRAZY match."

(NHL rolls outside and picks Snake up and whips him into the ring post. Snake's head bounces off the steel pole as he lands on the ground. NHL picks Snake up and brings him to the ring apron and bounces his head off the apron. NHL rolls Snake into the ring and rolls in as well. NHL picks Snake up to his feet and grabs Snake from behind and hits a Northern lights suplex! NHL holds the bridge...)

HS: "...ONE...TWO..- OH! Snake kicked out! What a great match we have going on here tonight!"

FJ: "Awesome!"

(NHL picks Snake up and whips him into the ropes. NHL uses his high knee, but Snake dodged it and grabbed a hold of NHL's ankle! NHL rolls out of the would-be ankle lock and grabs Snake for a suplex, but Snake reverses it into a suplex of his own. Snake mounts NHL and starts to hammer away at NHL's head. Snake grabs NHL by the head and lifts him up to his feet. Snake puts NHL's head between his legs and lifts him up into the air. Snake grabs NHL by the throat and lifts him up into a military press and slams NHL to the canvas. Nathan rolls around as we hear Jessica pounding on the apron. Snake looks over at her as the crowd starts to clap along and Snake makes his way towards her position. The referee is between Snake and Jessica and stops Snake. Snake looks at the referee but then Snake bends over and lands on his knees.)

FJ: "LOW BLOW!!"

HS: "NHL just shot Snake in the family jewels!"

(The crowd goes wild!)

HS: "And the fans love it!"

(Snake turns around and NHL grabs Snake by the head and hits a bulldog. NHL grabs Snake by the arms and puts him in a camel clutch! Snake is trying to get out of the hold, but NHL has the arms in the correct position to prevent movement. Snake is trying to shuffle his knees towards the ropes. His hands are reaching for the ropes, but NHL slides backwards and prevent Snake from getting to the ropes. This, however, doesn't deter Snake. He starts to slide towards the ropes again. Again, NHL slides backwards, but Snake slides forwards again and just reaches the middle rope. NHL immediately breaks the hold and walks away. NHL stands behind Snake and latches on the Million Dollar Dream!)

HS: "Another submission maneuver by NHL!"

FJ: "It seems that Nathan wants Snake to tap out."

HS: "IT does seem that way."

(Snake repositions his body and whips forward and tosses NHL over his shoulder. NHL lands on his back and Snake grabs NHL's body and picks him up. Snake kicks NHL in the gut and lifts him onto his shoulders.)

FJ: "Looks like Snake's going for the Injection!"

(Snake lifts up, but NHL slips off and grabs Snake's head. NHL lifts up into the air!)

HS: "NHL's got the SlapShot ready!"

(Snake slips down and lands onto his feet and pushes away from NHL. NHL, frustrated, kicks Snake in the gut and whips him into the ropes. Snake comes back with a clothesline, but NHL ducks and hits, instead, a reverse elbow to Snake's head. NHL kicks Snake in the gut, lifts him into the air, and brings him down to the mat!)

HS: "SLAPSHOT! NHL HIT THE SLAPSHOT!!"

(NHL covers Snake...)

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

FJ: "NHL retains?"

HS: "NHL retains his title at Last Man Standing. The same event that last year he LOST the title, this year he retains it!"

FJ: "Last year was Henry."

HS: "Let me have this moment! NHL WINS! What a match! What a show of technical superiority by these two!"

FJ: "Yeah! But I knew Nathan would win all along..."

HS: "Sure you did."

(As "Symphony of Destruction" by Megadeth continues to play, NHL has his title in his hand as he makes his way up the ramp and into the back with Jessica Kassle. We cut to a commercial to showcase the newest Merchandise is available in the AWA Shop section of the site! Buy all of your stuff at the AWA Shop!)

HS: "Ladies and gentlemen, up next is our main event, so let's take you back to how all this unfolded.)

Hell On Earth, January 29th, 2006 - The Administration is finalized

(Suddenly, "A Pain That I'm Used To" begins to play and Low steps out on the ramp. He briefly seems to comfort Tabitha, then smiles at Stevens and shakes his hand. He then pulls a microphone from his jacket's pocket.)

LOW: "Well, Brian, good effort, but let's face it, your myth has been destroyed when I beat you to win Hell Bowl last year. I still wish you the best of luck in your future endeavors and your attempt to get back with the girl that staged her death to escape you."

"Anyway, ladies and gentlemen, I present to you STILL the AWA World Heavyweight Champion, 'The Sensational' Brian Stevens. Here is a man that is willing to do whatever it takes to keep this belt and make a name for himself. This man can wrestle, he can fly, he can strike, he can fight. Heck, he can cheat better than anybody that has come along in YEARS!"

"My business partner Lars Fredrickson talked to me, and he convinced me to sit down with Brian Stevens. He convinced me that Brian Stevens was a valuable asset back when he was going to restart the LWA. And Brian Stevens' performance right here at Hell Bowl convinced me that he is a true World Heavyweight Champion. Being a sucker for power, fame and glory, what better way to add Brian Stevens, the World Heavyweight Champion, to The Administration."

HS: "What? He's got the World Champion to join his side?"

FJ: "Well, I'm sure Lars felt bad about his good friends being on opposite sides."

HS: "Yeah, right."

LOW: "So anybody in the back... or anybody in that ring right now... it will be double tough for you to take that title away from this man, because now The Legendary President Low is going to make sure he's got the benefits that Travis Gray was NEVER willing to give me!"

(With that, Low drops the microphone and raises Stevens' arm, who also raises the World title belt.)

Springs And Breaks, March 26th, 2006 - The Administration's fate is sealed

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

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

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

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

FJ: "NO!"

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

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

FJ: "NO! NO! NOOOOOO!"

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

King Of The Kage, July 9th, 2006 - The First Big Fight

(Low grabs his arm and goes for the chicken wing crossface to set up the Low Standard, but before Low can fully reach around, Stevens grabs him by the neck and pulls him over with a snapmare. Both are on their feet again and Stevens applies a front headlock, then drops backwards and forces Low down to the mat.)

FJ: "The guillotine choke!"

HS: "Stevens with a dangerous choke that Low won't be able to withstand for long this late into the night."

(Stevens screams as he applies the hold, moving his upper body back and forth to add leverage. But suddenly his scream turns from determined to blood-curling and frightening.)

FJ: "What happened?"

HS: "I don't kn-... Jesus Christ, look at this! He's got a knife sticking in his thigh!"

(Stevens lets out an awful scream and immediately releases the guillotine choke. He holds his right thigh and we can now see that there is indeed a jackknife sticking in his thigh. The reversed angle instant replay then shows us that while in the guillotine choke, Low used his last ounce of strength to reach into his boot and pull out this jackknife, pulls out the blade and sticks it into Stevens' thigh.)

HS: "This is downright brutal. This is criminal. Somebody needs to step in NOW!"

(The referee tries to pull the knife out of Stevens' thigh, but Stevens pushes him away. Stevens pulls himself up with the help of the ropes and then starts limping. As he turns around, Low nails him right over the head with the steel chair, but before Stevens can fall to the mat, Low holds on to him. He walks him over to the thumbtacks, hooks his head, lifts him up and hits an implant DDT right onto the thumbtacks!)

HS: "Oh my god! Stevens just went head first into the thumbtacks! There are tacks sticking in his face and a jackknife sticking in his thigh! Low is covered in even more thumbtacks now as well!"

FJ: "Low pulls him out of the thumbtacks! He covers!"

HS: "One! Two! Three! We have our 2006 King Of The Kage! For the first time in AWA history, a King reclaims his throne!"

Sunday Night Shock, October 8th, 2006 - The Confrontation After Overpower

BRIAN STEVENS: "So tonight! As the IHC Heavyweight Champion! As a man who took this belt and MADE it a World Title! I declare my intentions to CHALLENGE The Legendary Low at Last Man Standing for the AWA World Title! It is my intention to become the FIRST MAN to EVER simultaneously hold World Titles in an AMERICAN promotion AND a JAPANESE promotion! [...] It is time for Brian Stevens, the same student Low took under his wing back in January, to surpass his mentor and regain the AWA World Championship! It's time for…"

("Hand Me Ups" by Scott Walker begins to play and The Legendary Low emerges from the back, the AWA World title belt around his waist and the No Limits title belt draped over his shoulder. He quickly makes his way down to ringside, where he grabs a second microphone from the ring announcer, before stepping into the ring, face to face with Brian Stevens.)

LOW: "Surpass ME? [...] You think that belt over your shoulder has equal value and bragging rights as THIS?"

(Low pats the World title.) LOW: "[...] You can declare your intentions of challenging me to a match at Last Man Standing all you want, but I hereby declare my intentions of not only accepting your challenge, no, I'll do you one or two better yet AGAIN. I am going to prove that I am the bigger asshole, the TRUE Rulebreaker Of The Year and the REAL World Champion. Between the two of us, there is a lot of hardware, so in order for me to accept your challenge, I demand EVERY title the two of us hold to be on the line on November 5th, winner take all. And secondly, let's alter the title of that show just a little bit. On November 5th, Stevens versus Low, winner take all, in a Last Asshole Standing Match."

( [...] Low extends his hand to Stevens and Stevens slowly, warily, goes to shake it, when suddenly, at the same moment, both men pull their hands away. They stare and grin at each other.)

Sunday Night Shock, October 15th, 2006 - Jane Fonda returns

(Suddenly, Brian Stevens comes running down the ramp to a huge amount of cheers. He slides into the ring and stands face to face with Jane Fonda.)

STEVENS: "Don't you ever come to me with this kind of tone again!"

FONDA: "Don't ever come to you with this kind of a tone? Did you honestly expect me to be fucking HAPPY? Or should I have been more Vulcan-esque and Spocklike in my approach. Sorry, it ain't gonna happen. I was pissed, still am pissed, and probably still will be pissed about this for some time."

(Stevens now grabs Fonda by her neck to a loud ovation, but suddenly the ovation turns into boos, as Low and ROD appear at ringside. Low has jumped on the apron and Stevens turns towards him. As he does, Low suddenly throws a PUCK at Stevens and hits his aim 100%, throwing the puck right into Stevens' face. We see Stevens' eyebrow split into two, the blood immediately streaming down his face. ROD hands Low a chair and the two get into the ring, getting cheered on by Jane Fonda in the process. Low nails Stevens in the legs then across the back. As Stevens is now on all fours, Low grabs him and applies the Low Standard. Low pulls back and puts his forearm across Stevens' throat, choking him in the process. Blood is flowing down Stevens' face and across Low's arm, as Jane Fonda keeps on cheering Low on. The fans boo Low heavily and start an "Asshole! Asshole!"-chant, before starting to throw garbage into the ring.)

Later that night, after Low beat Javex Valerius - Hockey Revenge

HS: "Well, for Frank Ja... OH MY GOD!!!"

(SMACK! As Low was celebrating with his back to the ramp, BRIAN STEVENS exploded out of the back and broke a Paul Coffey SHERWOOD hockey stick over the back of Low's Skull! The ROD tries to step up to Stevens, but Stevens quickly runs him off with a broken end of the stick!)

HS: "IT'S STEVENS! Stevens swore revenge on Low from the Hockey Puck earlier in the night and damn it! He kept his word!"

FJ: "Not only that, he used one of Low's OOOOLD trademarks! THE HOCKEY STICK!"

(Brian Stevens has the butt-end of the stick and he's repeatedly driving it into the neck and skull of Low! Brian Stevens is smiling the entire time and finally, after he sees that Low is bleeding from the back of his skull…he stops! Stevens throws the broken bits of the Hockey Stick into the crowd and throws his arms up into the air proudly!)

Sunday Night Shock, October 22nd - The Sensational Low

(The duo retreat to their corner for one last passionate kiss. We can see Deborah touching Low's "erection" and suddenly a wet spot appears on his Speedos. As Deborah rolls her eyes and giggles, she gets a microphone and hands it to The Sensational Low.)

THE SENSATIONAL LOW: "This... ummm... this has fucking never happened TO me the fuck before! NO, fuck, never ever! Right, my trophy?"

(Deborah Hawthorne sarcastically nods.)

THE SENSATIONAL LOW: "Now, THAT fucking gay little Brokefuckingback Mountain bitch MISSLE, who weighs all BUT 190 fucking pounds, but is BUILT like A fuck missile, if YOU get MY fucking drift, a MAN who is really quite CUTE, but A MAN who I call GAY, yet WHO is THE one with the fucking make-UP, HUH? I KNOW, I make little fucking sense, especially THE words that I emphaSIZE. But you ARE all fucking pigfuckers anyfuckingway. You don't fucking KNOW Antonio Pena, YOU don't fucking know Antonio Inoki, you don't FUCKING know Antonino Rocca, you DON'T fucking know THE Great Antonio, ALL you fuckING know is Anotnio BANDERAS!"

(The crowd reacts to Low, yet it is a strong mix of cheers and boos and laughs.)

THE SENSATIONAL LOW: "[...] If you want to fucking KNOW what I have to say about The Greatest Sports Legend Alive, the AWA World Champion, I don't give a shit about him OR his World title reign because THAT ends fucking at Last Man Standing! Sure, there is NO substance to IT and I don't appear as IF I have a game plan or ANY real confidence in MYSELF regarding November 5TH! But as Big fucking Dust would say - since I ONLY steal from the people that ARE hype and NOT skill - payback IS hell, DADDY. I'm just a COMMON MAN, working HARD with my hands WAPBABALOOBA!"

Later That Night - Low is "humanized"

RHODE: "I know when we met in New York things got heated again. I said things I shouldn't have said. I didn't want our first meeting in five and a half years to go like that. I want it to be good, I want to make amends with you, I want to talk to you, get to know my son again, hug you. Please Brian, give me a chance, give me that ONE chance and I promise I will make it work for both of us. Please!"

(Low is now teary-eyed as well as he takes a few small steps toward his mother. He briefly turns his head towards the crowd and wipes the tears out of his eyes, then opens is arm, ready to hug his mother. TWACK!)

HS: "That bastard!"

FJ: "What an asshole!"

(Just as Low is going to hug his mother, Brian Stevens nails him right in the back of the head with a Singapore cane. Low stumbles and falls right into his mother, who drops to the mat, her son on top of her. The crowd mostly reacts with boos and "Asshole!"-chants, as they were looking for the happy ending here. Holding his head, Low rolls out of the ring, staring at the laughing Stevens with hate-filled eyes. As they lock eyes, Low quickly reaches into the ring and pulls his mother out in order to protect her from Stevens, but as she goes to hug him, he shoves her and she falls to the ground!)

HS: "What the hell!?!?"

FJ: "They're both assholes!"

(Mrs. Rhode is looking shocked and immediately begins crying again as Low looks angrily at her. The camera can pick up what they're saying.)

LOW: "You set me up to this!"

RHODE: "No! No! No, I haven't! You have to believe me, Brian!"

LOW: "You set me up, just like Jane Fonda and I set him up last week. I never thought you'd go that low to get even with me, mom, but I guess my ring name should have been our family name all along."

RHODE: "Brian, no, no, don't leave! Brian!"

(Low starts walking back up the ramp as he keeps staring at Stevens, who just shoots him a smile.)

Sunday Night Shock, October 29th, 2006 - It's personal!

SARAH

(We see Sarah Hawthorne several feet away from Low down the hallway. She turns around and sees Low approaching. Sarah shrieks and starts to run, but her high heel shoes only carry her so fast. Before she can escape, Low catches up and grabs her by the hair. Sarah is screaming, but Low isn't irritated one bit. He grabs her by her neck and hair and then rams her head first into a steel door apparently leading to a locker room. Sarah immediately drops to the floor, unconscious, and Low bends down over her, almost in a doggy style position. He gets really close to her face and begins to whisper.)

LOW: "If I wanted to, Sarah, you'd be as fucked as Stevens is fucked."

TABITHA

(Low doesn't wait for Tabitha to open the door - instead, he kicks it open. Low enters the room as a terrified Tabitha Rankin begins to scream. Low immediately grabs Tabitha by her throat and chokes her, pushing her against the wall in the process. He is almost nose to nose with her, but suddenly Low gently moves the hair out of the terrified Tabitha's face. His hand then slowly moves down her shoulder and her arm and it briefly touches Tabitha's left breast. Finally, and we can only guess and not see it, Tabitha's starts shaking as Low's hand is moving down her pants, where it remains for a few seconds. Low then pulls his hand out of Tabitha's panties and moves it up to his face, sniffing his fingers before forcing them into Tabitha's own mouth. As tears are streaming down her face, Low forces her to suck on his fingers, as he leans in and begins to whisper.)

LOW: "Tell Stevens that I can do THAT better than him, too. Tell Stevens he shouldn't have brought my mother into this. Tell Stevens that next week I will be the Last Asshole Standing."

(Low releases the choke and grabs the can... and pours orange paint over Tabitha's head! Tabitha slides down the wall and to the ground, crying profusely, as Low leaves the dressing room.)

ROD & DEBBIE

(Stevens and Onslaught rush through the hallways until they finally stop in front of the Locker Room of The Legendary Low. Brian wastes no time and kicks the steel door. It's locked. Brian takes a step back and kicks it again, this time knocking the door completely off it's hinges! Inside, we see BOTH "The Radical Cunt" Debbie Stone and Richard O. Dickinson III startled by the intrusion. ROD stands up and tries to talk off the tandem of Brian Stevens and Onslaught, but Stevens simply grabs ROD by the throat and slams him to the ground! Debbie Stone screams in horror, but Onslaught winds up and lays her out with a HUGE right cross! Debbie Stone is out cold!)

BRIAN STEVENS: "Where is Low, Richard?"

ROD: "HE AIN'T HERE! I don't know where he is!"

BRIAN STEVENS: "Wrong fucking answer, Dickinson! I'll ask one more time and then, I'll get a little more creative with how I get my information from you. So…where the fuck is Low?"

ROD: "You don't want to do this, Brian!"

BRIAN STEVENS: "WRONG! I DO want to do this! I very badly want to do this!"

(Brian grabs a hand of ROD and secures his middle finger on his right hand.)

BRIAN STEVENS: "I know you had a hand in this, Richard. I know that you were the brains behind this because Low's too goddamn stupid to think of this on his own."

ROD: "Kiss my ass, Stevens! You don't got the sack to do anything about it!"

BRIAN STEVENS: "Here's a life-lesson, ROD. Don't fuck with Brian Stevens! Don't fuck with his friends! Don't fuck with his career! Don't fuck with his FAMILY!"

(SNAP! Brian Stevens breaks the Middle Finger of ROD!!! ROD screams out in pain!)

BRIAN STEVENS: "Tabitha Rankin is the sister I never had! I've watched her grow up! I've defended her! I've loved her as if she were my own flesh and blood! You sick FUCK! She is NINETEEN! She is still a virgin! She does not deserve what you've done to her, ROD! But you…you do deserve THIS!"

(SNAP! Brian breaks ANOTHER finger, the Ring Finger, on ROD's right hand! Again, more tears fall from ROD's eyes as he cries out in agony.)

BRIAN STEVENS: "Tell Low the jokes are over. Tell Low that him stealing my business philosophy is fucking DONE! Most importantly, tell Low his days are fucking OVER!"

ROD: "No…please…"

(SNAP! Brian breaks the Index Finger of ROD and through the pain, ROD passes out. Brian, who is still breathing as heavily as ever, dismounts ROD and walks over to Onslaught.)

THE PULL-APART

HS: "From Philadelphia, I'm Herb Summers! He's Frank Jackson…we'll see you…wait…something is happening backstage!!"

FJ: "WHA!? We have to end the show!"

HS: "NO! Stick with this! GO NOW!"

(Brian Stevens and The Legendary Low are backstage in a random hallway in the Wachovia Center! Both men are being held back by ANYONE with a pulse! Agents! Referees! Production Assistants! They are all doing anything they can to hold back both men!)

HS: "This situation has grown FAR too volatile, Frank! They are going to kill each other!"

(Brian Stevens has the look of a madman on his face whereas Low is mocking Stevens by shooting him a condescending smile, feeling absolutely NO GUILT over what he did earlier in the night!)

FJ: "Look at Low! He's LAUGHING at Stevens! He's LAUGHING about what he's done!!!"

HS: "What an asshole!"

(Finally, Brian Stevens is able to fight free and Low's smile quickly disappears as Stevens spears Low to the floor! Brian Stevens is able to land a couple shots before he is yanked away! Stevens starts swinging at anything that can move! He KO's a ref and knocks the camera out of the hand of a Camera Man!)

(We return to the arena.)

HS: "Ladies and gentlemen, this has gotten very personal. It started out as two ego-driven Champions, mentor and student, who wanted to show each other and the world who the better man. In their twisted minds, they wanted to show the world who is the Last Asshole Standing. But now they are out for revenge. Revenge for their friends, their business associates, their... 'trophies'."

FJ: "I can't wait for it to start, Herb, I'm as giddy as a school girl. Low and Stevens, the two biggest egos in the AWA, my two favorite wrestlers, the two best wrestlers in the AWA. No holds are barred, anything goes, and that just promises a bloody and violent time. To boot, the winner takes all - he leaves Washington, DC with three championships."

(The gentle pulsating intro of "Into The Blinding Light" by Thursday begins and the fans immediately recognize the eminent arrival of the Punk Rock Phenom. As the pulse gets more frantic, so do the blinding white lights as they flash to keep with the unique intro. Billows of smoke pour onto the stage and the wind machines gust. Finally, the guitars hit us like a hammer to teeth and the once flashing lights are now a blinding wall. After a moment, a silhouette appears within the light…it's Brian Stevens.)

HS: "Neither Tabitha, Sarah, nor Onslaught are with Stevens tonight. Who knows what mental conditions any of the people who got into the line of fire last week are in."

FJ: "Exactly. Besides, this is all about Low and Stevens, they don't WANT anybody else around."

(The lights start to dance again once the song hits the verse. Stevens looks angry and determined. He angrily stares at the crowd before slowly making his way to the ring, soaking in the words of the AWA Faithful. Stevens slides into the ring under the ropes and mid-ring he flips forward and kips to his feet. Brian hits all sides of the ring and balances himself on the second rope and raises his arms in the air, occasionally talking trash to his adoring fans. Finally, Stevens takes the IHC title belt off his waist and displays it to the crowd.)

HS: "This is one of the three title up for grabs here tonight in our nation's capitol, the former AWA Intercontinental title and now the Pro Wrestling JAPAN Intercontinental Honored Crown Heavyweight title. But by now, this is about far more than about titles."

(Stevens' music dies down and the arena is suddenly lit up by orange light. "Neuköln", a dark instrumental by David Bowie, but now transformed into a dark piece of classical music by modern classical composer Philip Glass, begins to play. A long red carpet is rolled out along the ramp and roughly 20 men are walking down the ramp, standing in two lines of ten by the side of the ramp. They all wear black pants and black t-shirt which display an orange ball with a black "L" in the form of a lightning bold in the middle. They all raise their arms and make the "L-sign" with their thumbs and index fingers.)

HS: "This... looks disturbingly familiar."

(Black and white photos and scenes from throughout Low's career are displayed on the huge Ameritron, but after a few moments, huge banners unravel in front of the Ameritron, two on each side of the entrance. The banners are black and display the same logo the t-shirts display. Suddenly, Richard O. Dickinson III and Debbie Stone emerge from the back. Debbie wears the same outfit the men alongside the ramp do, while ROD wears a black suit, a white shirt and a black tie that displays the "L-logo".)

HS: "What's that? I thought they weren't here?"

FJ: "I've been told they are banned from ringside."

(Debbie stands to the entrance's right, ROD to its left side. ROD pulls a microphone out of his pocket. He and Debbie take the same stance, raising their arms and displaying the "L-sign".)

ROD: "LONG LIVE LOW! LONG LIVE LOW! LONG LIVE LOW! LONG LIVE LOW! LONG LIVE LOW!"

(Finally, Low emerges from the back as Low's entourage looks serious while displaying the L-sign. He wears new long tights, black in color, the L-logo displayed on each leg, along with a long black leather coat. The AWA World title belt is around his waist, the AWA No Limits title belt draped over his shoulder. He briefly looks into the crowd, then nods at Debbie and ROD, who then walk to the back again. Low starts walking down the ramp, past the men, who are almost forming an entrance tunnel with their raised arms.)

HS: "This is ridiculous. It's megalomaniacal. It's fascist!"

FJ: "I love it."

HS: "That doesn't surprise me one bit, idiot!"

(As Low finally reaches ringside, the men start yelling LONG LIVE LOW! LONG LIVE LOW! LONG LIVE LOW! LONG LIVE LOW! LONG LIVE LOW! LONG LIVE LOW!)

HS: "Boy, this is annoying."

(Low walks up the stairs and enters the ring. Stevens and Low stare at each other, as Low takes his coat off and hands it to a ringside attendant, before handing his title belts to the referee.)

DING! DING! DING!

HS: "There's the bell, Frank! Our MAIN EVENT is officially ON!"

FJ: "This is like watching two of your own kids compete against each other, Herb! I want both of them to win but I know that only one of them can. So…I guess the winner will get all of my motherly love from here on out."

HS: "Yikes."

(Brian Stevens immediately darts out of his corner and Low quickly ducks out of the ring. The fans boo at Low's stalling, which makes Low chuckle.)

HS: "Well, if that alone doesn't explain the match title and BOTH these men, I don't know what will."

FJ: "What?! Just because Low stepped out of bounds…on the first play…that makes him an asshole?"

HS: "No, Frank. It's not just him stalling. It's everything else that he's done in his career that makes him an asshole."

FJ: "Ah. Gotchya."

(The referee backs Brian Stevens up and allows Low to slide back into the ring. Low cockily steps center ring and offers up a hand to Brian Stevens for a test of strength. Brian shakes his head at the notion of the hold, but abides and walks center ring to meet the AWA World/No Limits Champion.)

HS: "The AWA World Champion…"

FJ: "AND No Limits Champion!!"

HS: "…and No Limits Champion…he is offering up a hand to "The Sensational" Brian Stevens for a Test of Strength and it would appear that Stevens is going to humor the Champion!"

FJ: "…Stevens is a Champion, too."

HS: "Yes…yes, he is, Frank."

(SMACK! Brian Stevens slaps Low right across the face! Low stumbles back and away from Stevens and as soon as he turns to face his foe, Brian Stevens charges Low and spears him to the mat! Brian Stevens mounts Low and displays his vast Mixed Martial Arts knowledge and starts throwing elbows at the skull of Low! Low wisely covers up and makes it difficult for Stevens to find an opening.)

FJ: "Damn. This is just gonna be a fight, isn't it?"

HS: "What? Did you think they were here to play a match of Chess? OF COURSE IT'S GOING TO BE A FIGHT, FRANK!"

FJ: "I don't know…I just thought that maybe it would be a little more…sporting?"

HS: "After what these two did to one another this week!? Are you kidding me!"

FJ: "Damn it, Herb! Why can't they just get along!!"

(Low is able to wiggle his way out of the mount by Stevens and quickly turns Stevens and starts throwing wild punches at the IHC Heavyweight Champion! Brian Stevens wastes little time and again turns Low to his back and this has now turned into a wild brawl! Neither man can seemingly maintain any sense of domination!)

FJ: "That ref needs to step in there and separate these two, damn it!"

HS: "Ohhhh no! Let them fight!"

(In one quick motion, Low is able to spin and come up with an arm of Brian Stevens and applies a Cross Arm Breaker! Stevens quickly clasps his hands together to relieve the pressure of the hold. In doing this, Brian Stevens has also garnered leverage and works his way to his feet. Low breaks the hold and quickly kicks Stevens in the face to get some breathing room. Low quickly gets back up to his feet and boots Stevens in the gut. Low sends Stevens to the ropes and attempts a standing back elbow. Stevens ducks under and rebounds back to Low. Low quickly snaps off a deep arms drag on Stevens followed by a Japanese Arm Drag. Every takedown, Stevens pops right back up to his feet! Again, Low kicks Stevens in the gut and locks on a standing Cravat. Low wastes little time and starts kneeing the trapped skull of Stevens! Finally, Low breaks the modified headlock and takes to the ropes…but Brian Stevens explodes at Low and clotheslines him over the top rope and to the floor!)

HS: "Brian Stevens will not be denied here tonight, Frank!"

FJ: "They were going hold for hold there, Herb! One clothesline does NOT constitute an automatic victory for Brian Stevens!"

HS: "Sounds like you're taking Low's side tonight, Frank?"

FJ: "I…don't know. I'm so lost and confused right now, Summers!"

(Low is slow to get up to his feet on the outside and from the inside of the ring, Brian Stevens isn't wasting a second as he hits the ropes and explodes through the middle and top rope and DRILLS The Legendary Low with the TOPE CON HILO! Both men crash HARD!)

HS: "Suicide Dive by Brian Stevens!"

FJ: "Damn! Stevens' back, after he hit Low, crashed right into the steel!"

HS: "Yeah. The thud after he hit the cement didn't sound too pleasant, either."

(Surprisingly, Brian Stevens is the first man up. Brian Stevens walks off the landing for a second before helping Low to his feet by the trademark orange hair of the AWA World/No Limits Champion. Brian Stevens grabs Low by the arm and Irish Whips him into the guardrail! Low screams in pain, which makes Stevens smile as he stalks the Hall of Fame World Champion. Stevens, again, brings Low to his feet and to a different section, Brian whips Low into the guardrail again!)

FJ: "Low needs to figure something out here. Brian Stevens will be content throwing him into metal objects all night if given the chance."

HS: "Gee. You think?"

(Brian Stevens charges in at the propped up and dazed Low. Stevens leaps in the air…but Low ducks! Brian Stevens soars right over Low AND the guardrail and unceremoniously crashes into the first row of the AWA Faithful!! Low turns towards Stevens and chuckles as he props himself up on the guardrail and recovers.)

HS: "Not a good landing for Brian Stevens, Frank."

FJ: "Nope. He could have easily cracked a rib depending on how he landed and that's the last thing you need while you're in a match against Low."

(Low finally steps over the guardrail and pulls Stevens off of the lap of a male AWA fan. Low punches Stevens a handful of times before dragging the Punk Rock Phenom by his black and purple hair to the aisle way of the MCI Center in Washington DC. Low drags Stevens halfway up the aisle way and finally, Stevens tries punching Low in the gut to break away. Low elbows Stevens in the back of the skull and quickly pushes a fan off of his chair. Low folds up the chair and CRACK!! Low bends the steel chair right over the skull of Brian Stevens!)

HS: "Low just molded that solid steel chair right over the skull of Brian Stevens! MY GOD!"

(Low continues dragging Brian Stevens up the aisle and finally reaches the top. Brian Stevens is completely out of it! His eyes are rolling back in his head as he is cautiously led by the arm by Low. As the duo walk into the halls of the MCI Center, Low Irish Whips Stevens into a brick wall next to the concession stand and…something has caught the AWA World/No Limits Champion's eye!"

FJ: "Oh no, Herbie! What's Low eying up!!"

(The Legendary Low quickly leaps over the counter at the concession stand and grabs a large helping of Cotton Candy wrapped in a plastic bag.)

FJ: "Ahh…the Champion has a sweet tooth!!"

(Low quickly opens the large plastic bag and discards of its contents. A groggy Stevens fights to his feet, using the wall he was just slammed into for balance. In one sudden, sickening moment, The Legendary Low wraps Stevens head completely in the plastic bag, suffocating the IHC Heavyweight Champion.)

HS: "OH MY GOD, NO!!!"

FJ: "This ain't good!"

HS: "Low is trying to MURDER Brian Stevens in…in some kind of sick homage to Terry Funk and Ric Flair!"

(Brian Stevens viciously claws and flails, trying to find an out…but there's no use! He slowly starts to fade and collapses hard on the floor. Low removes the plastic bag from around Stevens' head and tosses it aside as the AWA referee checks Stevens' pulse before administering the 10 count.)

HS: "Brian Stevens isn't moving, Frank!"

FJ: "Can't say I blame him. I mean, if I were deprived of all the air from my lungs, I‘d probably lay motionless on the concrete floor, too."

(1...2...3...4...Surprisingly, Stevens starts stirring about! Low watches on, however, to not interfere with the count…5. ..6... 7... STEVENS IS UP!)

FJ: "Well, goddamn! The kid's up!"

(Stevens quickly stumbles back down to his knees and kneels over, stealing every breath he can! Low walks over to Stevens…)

LOW: "GIVE UP, STEVENS! You're embarrassing yourself!"

(Low stomps Stevens' skull before mounting the back of Stevens and unloading a flurry of punches to the back of Stevens' skull.)

HS: "Ugh. Stevens is done! The youngster from Minnesota can barely catch his breath after what Low just did!"

(Low stalks Stevens, still talking trash. Finally, Stevens gets up to a vertical base as wobbly as ever…suddenly, Low kicks Stevens in the gut and goes for the LOW STUNNER…but Stevens has the wherewithal to know what's coming and simply shoves Low off of him with all his might! The force from the push sends Low headfirst into a steel women's bathroom door! Low collapses in a heap, grabbing his head and neck!)

FJ: "Where the hell did that come from!?"

HS: "Stevens had that scouted, Frank! He knew as soon as Low kicked him in the gut that a Stunner wasn't far behind!"

(Brian Stevens grabs a nearby janitor's closet door handle for balance…but the door opens and Stevens stumbles inside. We lose sight of the IHC Heavyweight Champion for a moment…but he returns moments later with a LIGHT TUBE in hand!!!)

FJ: "Sweet baby Jesus, NO!"

HS: "This is BEYOND out of hand!!"

(Low, who coincidentally is just getting to his feet, is trickling blood from just above his left eye. Stevens doesn't blink. Stevens doesn't flinch. He simply winds up and SMASH! Tiny shards and particles explode everywhere around the head of Low, who crumbles after having the light tube busted over his head!)

FJ: "Ugh…that explosion was pretty rad but damn. Low might be F'ed."

(Brian Stevens is breathing heavy, STILL collecting his breath. From his peripheral vision, Stevens notices the plastic bag! Stevens wraps the bag up in itself, essentially making a rope or wire. Stevens wraps the coiled bag around Low's throat and begins dragging Low back to the ring!!!)

HS: "Low is bleeding like a stuck pig! Look at that gash!"

FJ: "That's what she said…HEYO!"

(Stevens tosses the bag aside once the duo get to the guardrail. Stevens grabs Low by the orange hair and slams his skull in the steel before tossing him back over to the black matted floor. Stevens hops over and again, grabs Low by the hair and this time, he throws Low into the ring! Low starts crawling away from Stevens and Stevens surprisingly seems to be in no hurry!)

FJ: "Stevens needs to strike now, Herb! The iron is hot and the kid seems more content in stalking Low as opposed to KO'ing Low with a chair or a strike."

(Suddenly, Brian Stevens reaches down into his boot…)

FJ: "Oh….OHHHH!!!!"

HS: "Speaking of paying homage!"

FJ: "'THE BUTCHER' has made an appearance, Summers!!"

(Indeed he has! Brian Stevens has pulled a FORK from within his kick pad and just as quickly as he pulled it out, the young Punk Rock Phenom has sprinted at Low and quickly drove the fork into the gash on Low's forehead!!! Low cries out in pain but Brian Stevens pays no attention to the cries and pleas from Low! Instead, Stevens continuously rams the fork into Low's skull! Finally, Stevens dismounts the VERY bloody Low and…licks the fork!)

FJ: "EW! EW! EW!"

HS: "That…is easily the most unnerving thing I've seen all night."

(Brian jabs Low one last time with the fork and tosses it to the floor where it lands with a splat. Brian begins to stalk the Champ his arms outstretched almost begging Low to get to his feet. Low crawls to the ropes and uses them to pull himself up, but Brian kicks his foot out and drops Low to a knee. Brian grins and begins to berate Low then drops down and locks in the guillotine choke hold. Low thrashes around for a moment trying to find a way out, then suddenly goes still. Low's left hand reaches into his tights and pulls out a small shiney object.)

FJ: "Low has a knife!"

HS: "That son of a bitch is going to do it again! Just like King of the Kage!"

(Low brings the knife around but Brian is ready for this. Brian releases the choke and grabs Low's wrist. Low is wrist slammed into the mat once, twice, and finally three times before the knife leaves his grasp and slides out of the ring.)

HS: "Brain saw it coming!"

FJ: "At Least Low is out of that Choke hold now!"

(Frank spoke to soon, however. Brian lays into Low again and relocks in the Guillotine choke. Low, realizing he doesn't have another knife starts to tap out but it doesn't matter, this match can't end that way. Brian torques back on the choke and Low begins to fade. Once Low has stopped moving Brian releases the hold and tosses Low aside like a rag doll. Brian stands and the count starts…1…2…3…4…5…3…7…)

HS: "Brian has it won."

FJ: "Yeah, it looks like we have a new champion!"

(But low and hold Low gets to his feet at 8 and the crowd erupts. The match continues! Brian begins to lay into Low with hard right hands over and over again until Low falls to his knees. Just when you think Low is down again he hits a Low blow out of desperation. Brian grabs his jewels and drops to his knees. Low shakes his head to clear the cobwebs and rolls out of the ring. Once outside he kicks the ring steps to separate them and picks up the top piece. Low tosses them into the ring, slides back in, and picks them up once again. Brian is back to his feet with his back to Low as Low picks them up.)

HS: "No, don't do this!"

FJ: "OH! There's nothing quite like the sound of steel on skull!"

(When Brian turns around Low brings the steps forward and...THWAK! Brian hits the mat and a pool of blood almost instantly appears under his head where his face is rested on the mat.)

FJ: "Low has busted Brian open! Brian is bleeding heavily now. I just LOVE VIOLENCE!! WOOOHOOOOOO!!!!!"

HS: "Ok, that's enough, Frank."

FJ: "What do YOU know…jerk!"

(Low is breathing heavily now and screaming at Brian to get up. Brian, not one to disappoint, starts to climb to his feet. Low again swings the stairs but this time Brian was ready and dropkicks both knees of Low. Both men fall and the stairs thud to the mat inches from Lows head. The ref pushes the stairs out of the ring and turns around to find the two men still down, both exhausted from the hellish match that has taken place…1…2…3…4…5…6…7…8…)

HS: "It can't end this way!"

FJ: "No, someone get up! I WANT MORE!! DAMMIT!! MMOOOOOOORRE!"

HS: "Ouch! My ears! Come on, Frank!"

(…9…NO!! Both men are up. Low turns around to find Brain staring at him and vise versa. Low sneers and slaps Brian hard across the face. Brian's head snaps around and he returns the favor with a slap to Low. Low only smiles and slaps him again. Brian screams and throws another slap, but Low, being the smart man he is, grabs the wrist and starts to lock in the Fujiwara arm bar. Brian fights the arm bar and stops himself once from going to the ground but again Low tries. This time Brian rolls through and out of the hold and kicks to his feet.)

HS: "What a beautiful counter!"

FJ: "Who cares, more blood!"

HS: "You're such a Neanderthal."

FJ: "Hey watch it! You saw they did to Geico! I don't want that mess over here!"

(Low rushes forward and throws a clothesline but Brain ducks it. When Low turns around, Brian and Low begin to trade counter for counter for almost five full minutes. The crowd is on the edge of their seats now watching these two men reach into there bodies and grab reserves they never knew they had. Brian just countered a hammer lock and when Low turns around, out of nowhere he kicks Brian straight in the gut…)

FJ and HS: "Low Stunner!"

( Low stares down at the almost unconscious Stevens then drops and rolls out of the ring. The ref begins to count the fall but Low screams…)

LOW: "Don't you dare!"

(The ref glances at Low and shrugs a "whatever you want" shrug. Low begins to throw chairs into the ring one after another after another.)

FJ: "What the hell is he doing? And where did all of those chairs come from? Why is it that you can't find a chair ANYWHERE in this God-forsaken arena, yet you can find a crap load of them under the ring?"

HS: "I dunno."

(As Stevens is about to get back up, Low goes into the ropes and attempts a lariat on Stevens, but Stevens ducks and goes for the Ace Crusher! Low, however, pushes Stevens into the ropes, kicks him into the stomach and connects with the Low Stunner! Both men are down!)

HS: "Low Stunner! He hit the Low Stunner!"

FJ: "But neither man is moving, Frank!"

(The referee begins his count...1.................. 2..................3.................. Low stirs...4.................. and gets to his feet, using the ropes for leverage... 5.................. No movement from Stevens... 6.................. Now Stevens stirs...7.................. He grabs the ropes...8.................. and pulls himself up. The referee breaks the count and Low is furious.)

HS: "Low can't believe Stevens survived the Low Stunner after all this punishment he has taken."

FJ: "Yeah, but don't forget that Low has taken a lot of punishment himself, maybe the Stunner didn't have all the force it usually has."

(Stevens is leaning against the top rope, barely able to stand. As he turns around, Low has a chair in his hands. He grabs Stevens by the hair, puts the Stevens' head across the edge of the chair, roughly where the bridge of his nose and his eyes are, and then rams his head AND the chair against the ring canvas! Stevens immediately seems to be unconscious, there is an uneasy unrest among the fans, and the referee looks concerned.)

HS: "Just... wow."

FJ: "This could have very well broken Stevens' nose and severely damaged his eyes."

HS: "The referee is now checking on Stevens. If his face weren't so bloody already I'm sure we'd see a stream of blood coming from his nose now."

FJ: "Look, Low doesn't look happy with the referee."

(Low grabs the referee and tells him to do his job instead of playing nurse for Stevens. Reluctantly, staring into Low's blood-smeared face, the referee begins to count...1.................. 2.................. 3.................. Stevens slightly moves one arm... 4.................. Now a leg... 5.................. 6.................. Stevens actually manages to get to all fours... 7.................. He grabs the ropes... 8.................. pulls himself up...9.................. and gets to his feet! The crowd actually cheers Stevens' incredible resilience, as he holds on to the top rope in order to support his weight. But Low is beside himself. The camera focuses on his face and he looks to be in a bloodrush. As Stevens staggers towards him, Low quickly spins around and nails Stevens with the uraken and Stevens drops to the mat like he's been shot. Low gets down on Stevens' chest and just starts pounding him with vicious elbows and forearms to the bloody, unprotected head of Stevens.)

FJ: "Low is in a rage... five forearms... six..."

HS: "He must be going solely on instinct..."

FJ: "...nine... ten..."

(The crowd is in an uproar as Low fires forearm after forearm.)

FJ: "...fourteen... fifteen... sixteen..."

HS: "He doesn't stop!"

(The referee tells Low to get off of Stevens so he can start to count, but Low doesn't seem to even hear him. He just hits more and more elbows.)

FJ: "...twenty-two... twenty-three...twenty-four..."

HS: "Somebody needs to do something. But then again, there are no rules, Last Asshole Standing."

FJ: "...twenty-eight... twenty-nine... thirty..."

(There is no sort of movement whatsoever from Stevens, as Low keeps on pounding Stevens with forearms. The referee tries to pull Low off of Stevens, but to no avail.)

FJ: "...thirty-four... thirty-five..."

(Finally, the referee just calls for the bell.)

HS: "It's over! Low is the Last Asshole Standing!"

FJ: "There was no ten-count!"

HS: "Damn it, he had to do SOMETHING!"

(Low keeps on pounding Stevens' face, bringing the total up to 37 forearms, until the sound of the ringbell and another attempt by the referee to get through to Low finally make him stop. Blood is streaming down Low's face and chest as he stares at the unconscious Stevens. Low breathes heavily and then lets out a primal scream, as the crowd looks on in shock. No music hits, no fireworks, nobody comes into the ring. The referee just drops Low's now THREE championship belts next to Low and Stevens, but Low doesn't pay attention to them as he just stares at Stevens.)

HS: "I'm... I'm speechless."

FJ: "Low was in a bloodrush. I can't recall seeing anything like this before in the AWA, Herb."

HS: "Brian Stevens showed a lot of courage tonight, Low was extremely frustrated by the end, but ultimately, the referee had to make a call."

FJ: "But Stevens was never counted out for a ten-count."

HS: "Frank, the referee HAD to make a call. Stevens' face is a mess! Somebody needs to get into that ring, get Low out of there, and take Stevens to a doctor."

(Low finally gets off of Stevens, grabs the title belts and crawls into the ring corner, where he leans up against the turnbuckles. He stares at Stevens, who still doesn't show any signs of being conscious.)

HS: "Ladies and gentlemen, this show ends on a very different note. Make sure to tune in to Shock next week. Have a good night, try not to have nightmares..."

(The camera fades to black.)

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