AWA VORTEX 2006, February 26th, 2006, Boston, MA, Fleet Center

(The AWA logo flashes across the screen, followed by the faces of The Legendary Low and Lars Fredrickson.)

VOICE: "...Power is a good thing to have..."

(We see scenes of The Administration's reign... Low screwing Travis Gray out of the AWA ownership and subsequently making him his servant... Lars Fredrickson causing several scenes on Xplosion and making himself the LWA Universal Champion... Brian Stevens shaking hands with Low and Lars... Richard O. Dickinson III humiliating Travis Gray some more...)

VOICE: "...and tonight, power will lie in the fans' hands..."

(We see highlights from last year's Vortex... John Williams beating Colin Baird in a Lost Voice Match voted on by the fans, causing him to not being allowed to speak on AWA television for the next month... the Rookie Brawl that saw several future superstars compete in it such as Cynder, Xtreme Jeff, Terry James and the current AWA World Champion Brian Stevens... the Boiler Room Brawl between Nathan Hawthorne-Lee and Maxx Skabb... the first-ever Canadian Death Match between Mr. Jack Happy and BlackJack, which turned out to be the last match of Happy... and finally, Low losing his own match, a Low Rules Match, as well as the AWA World title, to Brian WIlliams... all at the hands of the fans' votes...)

VOICE: "...the fans decide the fate of two former friends whose declared number one goal in life is destroying that very life..."

(We go back in time, five years, to be exact, to Low and Jon Lightning being partners and friends in The Family... we then see The Paramedics returning late last year to support Travis Gray, before we see Low and Lars turning on them and leaving them in a pool of their own blood backstage on Shock... We move forward to Lars and Low, The EMTs, screwing The Paramedics out of the AWA Tag Team title on two occasions and winning it themselves... We see Mad Dog Higgins making his return to The Paramedics' side and the formation of Hellfire... and finally, we see scenes of last week's Xplosion, where Lightning finally got even by nailing Low with a chair...)

VOICE: "...but even the fans might not have the power to decide anything that will be of consequence to these two brothers..."

(In rapid fire succession, we see highlights from John and Brian Williams' AWA careers over the past two and a half years, including their various World title wins and their two Tag Team title victories... We then go to January 2005 and John revealing that he was actually getting closer to Katherine and to the subsequent beating he received at Brian's hands during Hell Bowl... We fast forward exactly one year to John revealing that Katherine is still alive and Brian's shocked reaction to seeing her on Shock... And finally, the two brothers can be seen engaging in battle during Hell Bowl 2006, as well as crashing down the stage on Shock...)

VOICE: "...yet their decision might damage not only an entire corporation, it might damage a long friendship for good..."

(We go back in time to relieve some of Damage Inc.'s early moments, such as the battles between Nathan Hawthorne-Lee and Brian Stevens in early-2005... The formation of Damage Inc. and their subsequent Tag Team title win, as well as their actions against the likes of John and Brian Williams, he Carnival and Bad Blood... We see them patch things up after previous disagreements and also join forces with John Rourke and Lars Fredrickson at various times... We then move forward to Stevens winning the World title from John Williams and alligning with The Administration and the subsequent problems with Henry, Nathan's alter-ego and DI founder... Finally, Nathan re-emerged and attacked Stevens, ending Damage Inc. and signing the open contract for the World title shot at Vortex...)

VOICE: "...yes, power is a good thing to have... but it's also tempting to abuse it..."

(A video then plays with scenes from all the wrestlers appearing tonight and what went down leading up to Vortex. We then cut into the Fleet Center where fireworks go off. The camera pans across the crowd, highlighting some sign, before going to our ring announcers.)

HS: "AWA Vortex 2006 is upon us, wrestling fans. My name is Herb Summers, alongside Frank Jackson, and tonight we will see what happens when close relationships turn ugly."

FJ: "That's right, Herb. Two former close friends who have seen each other at their worst will collide as AWA President The Legendary Low takes on Jonathon Lightning. Two brothers, two legends in this company, will battle over a young woman and I'm afraid their hatred cannot be contained in this arena here tonight, as John Williams takes on Brian Williams for the first time EVER. And finally two former stablemates, the insane NHL, and 'The Sensational' Brian Stevens will make people forget about what they achieved together as Damage Inc. and will battle it out for the AWA World title."

HS: "And of course, every match tonight will have a special stipulation. Fans around the world were asked to vote for one of three stipulations for each match and the results will be revealed only moments before each match, so no wrestler had the chance to prepare for the type of match they're in tonight. But fans, I've been told the MC of the night, the man to sit right here next to us with his notebook to reveal the stipulations, is about to be revealed. So let's see who it is."

(The crowd starts booing as Liza Minnelli's "New York, New York" begins to play. "The Beautiful, Intelligent Genius" Richard O. Dickinson III comes out from the back and walks down the ramp towards the announcers. He's wearing yellow shoes, pink dress pants, a lime green shirt with a light blue tie. Under his right arm he carries his notebook and in his left hand he carries his "gentleman's bag".)

HS: "Oh God, please no, not that purse-carrying jerk."

FJ: "HEY! It's a gentleman's bag! And this is going to be great!"

(ROD arrives at the announcers' table and opens puts down his notebook. He then grabs a microphone and climbs into the ring to a chorus of boos.)

ROD: "Tonight is your lucky night, because I am going to lead you through this exciting night. Of course, you don't really deserve me as your Master of Ceremony, but I'm a generous person and spread my charms voluntarily. You see, last month when we were in that dump Los Angeles for Hell On Earth, The Legendary Low and I were quite excited to go to Boston this month. But now that we are here we realize that this city sucks almost as bad as Los Angeles."

(Loud boos from the crowd.)

ROD: "Oh yeah, boo me, you idiots, but none of you fat internet geeks who probably cleared your cookies all week to vote and vote and vote just to see the two chicks battle it out in a Mud Match have the balls to come up here and battle me in the ring."

(The camera cuts to a front row fan, a short guy with dark hair and a "I HEART Cowrolina" t-shirt. He's screaming and yelling at ROD and getting all worked up. ROD steps out of the ring and walks over to the fan, who just keeps yelling at him.)

ROD: "What's your name, son?"

FAN: "Chandler Billie Bob Adamson."

ROD: "And your from Cowrolina, right? Oh hey, I met your mom the other night and we had quite a good round of fun. Say hallo to her. Or in words she would understand as well - MOOOOOO!"

(Suddenly, Chandler Billie Bob Adamson grabs ROD by the collar, but ROD can struggle free and jump into the ring. Chandler Billie Bob Adamson, however, jumps over the guardrail and follows ROD into the ring.)

ROD: "HELP! HELP! SECURITY! SECURITY! HELP ME! HE WANTS TO KILL ME! HELP! HELP!!!!!"

(Low Security comes down the ramp, but Chandler Billie Bob Adamson is getting closer and closer. Just as he grabs ROD by the collar again, we hear a cell phone ring. Chandler Billie Bob Adamson reaches into his pocket and answers his cell phone. Since he is close to ROD's mic, we can hear every word he says.)

CHANDLER: "Hallo? Hi mom! Now? But come on, I wanted to watch this show. I have ringside seats. Oh mom! Okay... yeah... I'll be home soon to move the furniture... I luv ya... bye bye..."

(Just as he puts his phone back into his pocket, Low Security reaches the ring and pulls him off of ROD. Chandler Billie Bob Adamson is kicking and screaming, while ROD regains his composure.)

CHANDLER: "I'm sorry! I apologize! I didn't mean it!"

(None of that helps him, however, as Low Security takes him to the back.)

ROD: "Wow, a lesser man than me wouldn't be able to continue after such a near death experience. But I wouldn't miss the opportunity to tell you people that I hate Boston. hey, what's the difference between the Boston Red Sox and the Boston Strangler? One only chokes in October!"

(ROD erupts in hyterical laughter as the boos grow louder.)

ROD: "This is the city where the people think the alphabet only has 25 letters - no R's! You people believe using your turn signal is a sign of weakness! And in my great series 'Stupid Laws Only Your City Has', this is the city where no one may take a bath without a prescription! You should all just move to New York."

(More boos and the occasional piece of garbage are coming ROD's way as he steps out of the ring and walks over to his notebook.)

ROD: "Now, the first match is about to take place and it is going to be the tag team match between Eidolon, Pepsi, Dustin Dread and Onslaught. I won't make this any longer than it has to be so, so coming in at number 3 is the Elimination Match, number 2 is the Texas Tornado Match, and this following match will be a Table Match!"

FJ: "Nice! Some hardcore action to start the show off."

HS: "I'm sure there won't be a lack of violence tonight, Frank."

(The lights flicker, and then go out completely, followed by a shower of silver sparks falling from the ceiling. As 'Rise Up' by Drowning Pool hits the PA system, the crowd gets up and starts to make some noise. The now solid fan-faviorite Eidolon steps out behind the curtains, raising his hands above his head. He runs down the ramp, and then throws himself over the guardrail seperating the fans from the wrestlers, letting them crowd around him and get their high5's, back clapping and various other forms of affection. After a few seconds, he gets the crowd to make way for him, and leaps back over the rail and heads towards the ring.When he gets in, he calls for a mic, which gets tossed to him, he taps it against his chest to make sure it's on, and then puts it up to his lips.)

EIDOLON: "I want to start out by apologizing to you folks. The last couple weeks, I've been putting in some pretty poor performances, and that's not what you guys deserve. To those of you who saw some of my appearances this week, you'll know the reasons why, but I promise you tonight that I'm going to give you something special, something you'll never forget!"

(The crowd blows up, giving it up for the Bangor native.)

EIDOLON: "I also want to apologize to you guys for my opponents. They obviously don't give a damn about you guys, because they barely showed their faces this week!"

(The crowd jeers.)

EIDOLON: "But don't worry, I'll make sure they care when this match is over with! Now, bring those chumps down here, so I can start the ass kicking!"

(With that, he throws the mic out of the ring, and starts stretching. The lights dim in the arena and the spotlights focus on the entrance ramp as ‘Divinity Sickness' by The Hope Conspiracy hits over the P.A. system. The fans immediately react to the opening riff as the greet the superstar with a chorus of heckling and profanity. Onslaught emerges atop the entrance ramp after the intro of the song plays itself out. Onslaught simply stands on top of the ramp, looking down on the people who are screaming obscenities towards him. Onslaught raises his arms and, from the backstage entrance, his unwilling manager Jessica Kassle emerges with her boyfriend and partner in crime of Onslaught, ‘The Sensation' Brian Stevens. Jessica doesn‘t look as if she wants to be anywhere near Onslaught, but she holds hands with Stevens anyways to help support the seven foot monster. They proceed to the ring, to the dismay of the fans. The lovers don't acknowledge the hatred emitting from the audience while Onslaught makes smart ass comments to the jawing fans. Stevens slides into the ring as Kassle takes the steps onto the ring apron. Stevens holds the ropes open for her, and she enters between the top and middle rope. Onslaught grabs the top rope and pulls himself up to the ring apron and proceeds to step over the top tope. Stevens hits all sides of the ring, standing on the middle rope and balancing himself on the top rope with his legs. Stevens raises his arms and jaws with the fans a bit. Jessica is at the opposite side of the ring while this is happening, glancing into the crowd and resting her arms on the top rope, occasionally yelling at fans of the AWA. Onslaught simply rests in one of the corners of the ring nonchalantly. Stevens and Kassle eventually retreat to the corner of the ring Onslaught is as Onslaught eyes Eidolon with a menacing glare.)

(Onslaught grins widely and meaningfully as "The Omen" by DMX blares over the PA and this huge man begins to walk down the aisle. He walks slowly, giving a suspicious look to everyone in the crowd, as if he thinks they are speculating things about him. He grabs the top rope once he reaches the ring and pulls himself up on the apron.)

FJ: "Oh... Oh, this might be interesting... Pepsi isn't coming to the ring at all, and Eidolon is all by his lonesome."

HS: "Interesting? This is going to be a massacre!"

FJ: "That's what I said... Interesting."

(Eidolon steps around his two opponents, obviously aware of his disadvantage as Onslaught and Dread slowly stalk around the ring, trying to unman Eidolon.)

FJ: "Good ol' game of cat and mouse, Herb."

HS: "Just get it over with, stop playing!"

FJ: "This is a tables match, Herb, they can play all they want until they put him through a table."

HS: "Christ almighty, this is going to get ugly."

(Throwing caution to the wind Eidolon launches himself at Dread with a spinning back elbow catching him squarely in the eye staggering the masked monster, but left standing none the less. Onslaught laughs as Dread steadies himself and the stalk begins again, this time they slowly close on their "prey".)

HS: "This is rediculous. The fans don't want to watch them play games, they want to watch them beat the hell out of each other. Hell, they're not even going to see that!"

FJ: "Mind games are key there Herb, haven't you learned that in your career here?"

HS: "Key to what? The match is two to one and nothing is locked Frank."

(Eidolon again charges his opponent, though this time attacking both Dread and Onslaught. However, both opponents duck and using his own momentum, hurl him out of the ring, NARROWLY missing a table.)

HS: "That could have been the end there Frank!"

FJ: "That would be disappointing."

(Eidolon writhes on the ground as both behemoths smile menacingly and begin to walk toward the prone body of Eidolon. But suddenly:

You knew that I was comin' cuz you heard my name, but you don't know my game, and never felt my pain.

Can't read my brain, but you read my lips, and got scared when you heard that I was comin' wit hits!

Now don't even trip, be a man instead and give thanks I'm alive when I should be dead uh!

I'm in the red, cuz my mind's distortin', people claimin' they know me, but they only know a PORTION!

I'ma move mountains and touch the sun, don't get scared now, you knew this day would come.

So hold your bids, all bets is closed, and...

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

FJ: "Who is this?"

HS: "I don't know, Frank. But I can tell you I've never heard this music before."

FJ: "A new guy? You're kidding!"

HS: "Let's not be too hasty, Frank."

(The music slowly filters low and a tapping on the mic can be heard.)

VOICE: "Hold on there boys! Guys your size shouldn't be takin' advantage of a two on one situation with a guy his size."

(Dread and Onslaught have obviously cancelled their trip the the ringside to consider this new threat. But stand confused as to the identity... However.)

HS: "I've never heard that music, but I've heard that voice Frank!"

FJ: "Oh no, you can't be serious!"

HS: "YESSIR! IT'S STEVE HOLLY! THE HELLRAISER! THE FOUNDING FATHER OF HELL'S HAZARDS! AND HE'S HERE, NOW, AND... To help Eidolon? That's different."

FJ: "I thought he was going to retire. JEEZ!"

(Steve Holly emerges from the smoke as it settles around the stage. The crowd goes absolutely WILD! Holly takes in the adoration before he speaks.=

HOLLY: "I've been authorized by management, to insinuate myself into this match since a Mr. Pepsi. Did I get that right? Yeah, Pepsi decided not to make an appearance."

HS: "Steve Holly! Back in Tag Team Action here tonight! I didn't think he'd ever return!"

FJ: "What a shame."

(Onslaught and Dread look at each other and decide to take the fight to the 7'8" 500 lb behemoth as they both step over the top rope and begin to charge. Holly holds his "defenseless" stance until they get near enough for a charge of his own, as he takes them both down with a double arm clothesline!"

HS: "Now this match just got interesting!"

(Leaving the two prone figures on the ramp, Holly opts to head to the ring and to the side of Eidolon who has come to his feet wary of this new "ally". Holly claps Eidolon on the shoulder as they both enter the ring and await the two giants to regain their senses and return to the ring. They don't wait long as both Onslaught and Dread get up and obviously enraged at the interuption of their "fun" and slide back into the ring.)

HS: "Finally, let's get this match started the way it was supposed to be!"

(Eidolon immediately attacks Onslaught with a vicious knee to the stomach followed by a hard hammer blow to the back of the neck taking the big man down. Holly decides on a full rush tactic and tackles Dread to the ground locking him up and repeatedly punching into his masked face.)

FJ: "I thought we were gonna have a bloodbath!"

HS: "I'd have competition over bloodbath anyday Frank!"

FJ: "Blood's more fun."

(Eidolon has begun to stomp the life out of Onslaught as he tries to get up repeatedly getting kicked in the kidney area. Obviously, against his will Eidolon lifts Onslaught to his feet, only to get a thumb to the eye for his troubles. Staggering back, Eidolon get shoved roughly into the turnbuckle where Onslaught releases a barage of fists! Holly notices this as he lifts Dread to his feet and whips him across the ring into Onslaught who then is body pressed into Eidolon.)

FJ: "Not a smart move by Holly."

HS: "Eidolon's not getting pummeled anymore is he?"

(Holly helps Eidolon to his feet and gets a glare from his "partner". Holly shrugs, and returns to his work as he drives his knee viciously into the back of Dread's head. Taking advantage of the distraction, Onslaught returns to his offense and drops Eidolon with a chop block to the back of Eidolon's knees. Onslaught begins to stomp at Eidolon's stomach, but Eidolon grabs the lead foot and twists the ankle dropping Onslaught to the mat holding his wounded leg. Eidolon rolls over on top of Onslaught and begins pummeling his face.)

HS: "Some aggresion being unleashed by a man by the name of Eidolon!"

FJ: "Temporary reprieve."

(Holly manhandles Dustin Dread to a turnbuckle where he lifts him by his throat into a military press, as he holds him up for a moment he winks at the crowd and drops him throat first onto the top rope. As Dread bounces back Holly drops him with a clothesline to the back. Making sure his opponent is down for the moment he makes his way to the battling Onslaught and Eidolon. Onslaught has managed to manuever himself out of punching range and is making calculated kicks to stave off the punishment. Eidolon catches one square in the face, but Holly catches him and steadies him, however Eidolon pushes him away roughly glaring. Holly grits his teeth before taking a deep breath and then getting a hard clothesline to the back from Dread knocking him into Eidolon, who in turn falls to the ground.)

FJ: "These two are definately not on the same page. Holly's nailed his partner twice already!"

HS: "I think there is a lot of misunderstanding here. I don't think Eidolon knows Holly, and isn't sure he can trust him."

FJ: "How do you trust a man who has already nailed you twice-."

HS: "Inadvertantly!"

FJ: "TWICE, and he is supposed to be your partner?"

(Onslaught and Dread, now on the offensive, lift both opponents to their feet. Both wrap their hands around their opponents throats, then Holly and Eidolon BOTH raise their hands and hammer the arm of their attackers! Both Onslaught and Dread grab their arms and grimace in pain. Eidolon throws some quick forearm smashes as Holly smashes his fist hard into the gut of Dustin Dread.)

HS: "They may not be on the same page, but they know neither one want to lose!"

(Eidolon and Holly push both opponents to the ropes and irish whip them across the ring, as they return Holly goes low into a standing spear to Dread as Eidolon drops Onslaught with a hard Clothesline.)

FJ: "OWCH!"

(Eidolon looks at Holly, though this time with a small bit of respect then proceeds to lift Onslaught to his feet. Holly turns his back to Onslaught in order to lift Dread to his feet. Both Holly and Eidolon get a low blow delivered by Onslaught and both hit the ground in pain. Onslaught capitalizes by mounting Holly and driving his fist relentlessly into his face. Holly tries to block but Onslaught grabs his wrist with his free hand and locks it to the mat. Eidolon slowly recovers and begins to grab Onslaught and stop the beating, but is stopped by Dread who rises up and grabs Eidolon by the throat, slowly making his way to his feet, Dread hoists Eidolon into the air but Eidolon flails his legs and delivers a low blow of his own.)

FJ: "Ah MAN! Keep that to a minimum!"

HS: "You didn't say that when Onslaught did it!"

FJ: "Onslaught was desperate!"

HS: "Hmmmmmm."

(Dread falls to the ground and Eidolon lands on his feet, but leaps up to deliver a dropkick to the face of Onslaught freeing Holly. Holly holds his face in pain, but his teeth can be seen gnashing at the bit, anger surfacing. Eidolon spares a quick glance to Holly then resumes his attack on Dread. Viciously, he stomps on the "face" of Dread. Holly slowly staggers to his feet, his left eye beginning to show some swelling and the rest of his face showing tell-tale welts and bruising. Holding his head, he staggers over to Onslaught and grabs his right wrist, wrenching it toward him and squeezing tightly until his hand opens and Holly removes the Brass Knuckles wrapped around Onslaught's fist.)

HS: "Brass Knuckles? I know anything goes in this match, but punching him repeatedly with Brass Knuckles? That's sick!"

(Holly tosses the knucks outside the ring and wraps his massive hand around Onslaught's throat, lifting him to his feet he then delivers a sharp jab to Onslaught's face disorienting the smaller opponent. Holly lifts him into a military press and with a look of contempt drops him into a 3/4's turn sitting neckbreaker.)

HS: "Oh GOD! Raisin' Hell! Holly just delivered The Raisin' Hell to Onslaught! Onslaught's out like a light!"

(Holly glances over to Eidolon and Dread and watches as Eidolon dismantels his opponent. Dropping a knee into the face of Dread, Eidolon looks at Holly, then looks at a turnbuckle. Holly smiles knowingly and knods as he makes his way to the downed Dustin Dread. Eidolon drops to the outside of the ring and grabs a table then slides it into the ring following it in himself, then proceeding to set the table up parallel to the turnbuckle.)

FJ: "Oh, this can't be happening!"

HS: "I think this is going to get real ugly, Frank!"

(Holly lifts Dread up by the hair and then turns him so he is facing Dread's back. Finally, as Eidolon climbs to the top rope with his back to Holly, he lifts him up into an Electric Chair position, facing away from Eidolon. Eidolon leaps catching Dread's head as he moonsaults and Holly throws him off his shoulders, then Eidolon drops his head through the table. Effectively, ending the match! DING, DING, DING!!! The referee calls for the bell!)

HS: "OH WOW! That was a RUSH!"

FJ: "I can't believe this happened! Onslaught and Dread were supposed to team up on Eidolon by himself! Holly shouldn't have been here! This has to be against the rules! Void this decision!"

HS: "It was fair Frank, and that's how it ends. To the victors, go the spoils!"

(Holly and Eidolon celebrate in the ring as we go to a commercial for the latest AWA DVD release "Williams - The Untold Story Of Two Unlikely Brothers". We then return to ringside, where Richard O.Dickinson is sitting next to the announcers, looking at his notebook. He takes his microphone and begins to speak.)

ROD: "Now that was really cute. Pepsi reminds me of a wrestler that was here in the past, but I am not to say who it is. Same pattern of disappearing, though. Anyway, up next is our women's match. Now, people accuse me of being a friend to the women. And I'd agree. What's the difference between a terrorist and a woman having her period? You can negotiate with a terrorist! HAHAHA!"

(The women in attendance boo ROD, but he doesn't seem to care.)

ROD: "Why would I even ask the men in this dump SUCH a question, it's not like you know any women that aren't inflatable. Hey, hey, hey... why is it called PMS? Because Mad Cow Disease was already taken! Oh, do you know why beer is better than women? You can enjoy a beer all month long, if your beer is flat, you can toss it out, and a beer always goes down easy! HAHAHA!"

(More boos from the female crowd, some laughs from the male audience.)

ROD: "But without any further ado, let's see which stipulation the chicks get to fight in. Coming in at number 3 is the Barbed Wire Match. Number 2 is the Mud Match, so therefore, Orlando Ortega gets to be the special referee for the following match!"

HS: "Now that should get interesting."

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

DY: "All my Latinos stand up!

Marcando la historia!

Camina comingo!

Holla back.

AWA... YOU KNOW HOW WE DO MAAAAAAAAAANNN!"

HS: "Ladies and gentlemen, you voted on it and the former two-time Cruiserweight champion, The Outrageous One, Orlando Ortega will be tonight's special guest referee!"

FJ: "What were those fans thinking? No one likes this guy. I demand a recount!"

(Orange smoke begins to billow out of the entrance way and as the first verse of 'Like You' begins to play, out runs Orlando Ortega with a smoky trail behind him. He hops up into the air with excitement and when he lands on his feet, he spreads his arms wide and then points to the cowboy hat on his head.)

FJ: "What is he, a zebra?"

HS: "No, you moron, it seems Orlando Ortega has taken another fashion statement and his cowboy hat has been decorated in referee stripes."

(Ortega is also wearing a black Adidas tee with white stripes going across his chest and matching black wind pants with white stripes going down either side. He makes his way into the ring but instantly calls for the microphone.)

FJ: "Oh great, now we have to listen to this chump."

HS: "Can't you just, for one single day, act like you have an ounce of common sense?"

FJ: "No."

(The fans cheer loudly as Orlando Ortega holds the microphone up to his mouth.)

OOO: "Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, all you great Bostonian fans... every single one of you here in the Fleet Center and all of those watching at home… I have a message. As everyone has seen the last few weeks, Winter Santiaga and Stacy Jones haven't been treated with the respect these two great athletes… and fine looking women… deserve. So, tonight, I'm going to announce that as the officiating referee, for the first time in my career, I'm going to damn well keep order. So Draven Shadows and Quade deSade, if you two clowns so much as think about coming to this ring to lay a hand on either one of these ladies, you're each going to have a one on one meeting with El Diablo himself!"

(The fans let out a huge pop for this, and he continues after waiting for them to die down.)

OOO: "Because nothing would give me more pleasure than to whip both your asses tonight, right here in Boston Massachusetts… and then go on to whip the third stooge, Jayson Price's ass later tonight and take back my Cruiserweight title!"

(One again the fans explode as Orlando Ortega tosses the microphone to a ring aide and then poses on a nearby turnbuckle. He eyes one lucky fan, who is cheering at the top of her eight year old lungs, and he tosses his "referee" hat to her as she screams even louder in excitement.)

FJ: "This guy is out of his mind, challenging Quade and Draven like that. They'd rip this kid apart."

HS: "Well, we all know Orlando Ortega doesn't back down from anyone. He's went toe to toe against both Williams brothers, the Fish, King Chozen and our World Champion Brian Stevens. He's even already faced Quade deSade before."

FJ: "And lost… just like he lost to Brian Stevens in three seconds."

HS: "You know damn well that was a cheap… oh never mind, it's like arguing with a two year old."

FJ: "I'm rubber, you're glue."

HS: "Please, don't start that again."

(The sound of "Stand Up," performed by T.I . featuring Lil' Jon, Trick Daddy, and Lil' Wayne , begins to play in the speakers throughout the arena. At the first sound of the beat all the lights are extinguished, to be replaced by a single purple spotlight. Standing in the light is Winter. She walks seductively toward the ring, her hips swaying to the hard hip-hop beat, amid the chorus of boos from her many 'fans.')

FJ: "Why do they boo her? This girl is drop dead gorgeous."

HS: "Yes, with an attitude as feisty as they come. She's a very talented wrestler, but with the recent attacks on her by Draven Shadows and Quade deSade, you have to wonder what's going on in the back of her mind right now."

FJ: "I think she's going to try and take a lot of frustration out on Stacy Jones tonight."

(Winter climbs the ropes and positions herself in the center of the ring, her right hand on her hip and a sly grin on her face. The camera shows Orlando Ortega checking her out as she turns her back to him. The "referee" and Winter both look up to the entrance as the arena darkens and pink and purple spotlights circle the crowd. BOOM! 'She is my Sin' by Nightwish hits the PA system, and Stacy Jones appears on the stage surrounded by a flurry of pink and purple pyrotechnics.)

HS: "Well Winter wasn't the only victim of a brutal assault by Shadows and deSade. Last week, these two teamed together only to be brutalized by those two monsters."

FJ: "They need to learn how to succeed in a man's world, Frank."

HS: "Are you kidding me? These two both have amazing talent and can keep up with the guys. It didn't matter who was in that ring, deSade and Shadows were going to hurt someone."

(Stacy adjusts her wristbands and suddenly darts the ring, sliding in head first as the lights return to normal. Ortega looks surprised and has to suddenly dart off the ropes to cover the action. Winter Santiaga was much less surprised, however, as she immediately begins working Stacy over with her Jordan's before she can stand.)

HS: "Wow, and here we go!"

FJ: "Winter Santiaga looks as ready as she's ever been. And definitely as gorgeous as ever. Do you think they could maybe turn this into strip match?"

HS: "Frank, these two are extremely talented competitors and I'm tired of you degrading them like they're some average Barbie doll valet or something."

FJ: "Hey, I'm not complaining. Two things I love the most, women and wrestling."

HS: "That's the smartest thing you've ever said about anything, ever."

(Stacy fights her way to her feet, shaking off the stomps, and then shoves Winter off of her. Stacy charges but Winter counters with an arm drag. Both women pop to their feet, and end up with the same result. Winter goes for a third arm drag in succession, but Stacy blocks it with a weight shift and then locks in a side lock to counter. But before she can continue with any type of maneuver, Winter grabs Stacy by the back of her hair with her free arm and then slams the Londoner to the floor, driving the back of her skull into the canvas. We hear Winter swear something at Stacy before dropping a knee to her throat.)

FJ: "Wow, this Winter is vicious. I bet she's one of those really kinky chicks."

HS: Shut up, Frank."

(Ortega gets his first action of the night, forcing Winter to break the illegal choke after a five count. He warns her to keep it clean, but she scoffs at him. Santiaga pulls Jones up via a side head lock, yelps something vulgar at her, and then begins pounding her in the head with punches. Winter then unloads with a European uppercut that staggers Stacy Jones back a step. Like clockwork, Winter aims a drop kick at Stacy's knee. But Stacy Jones leap frogs into the air, avoiding the maneuver, and coming down to the mat with one foot on either side of Winter. Before Santiaga can react, Stacy Jones locks in a leg scissors across Winter's waist.)

HS: "The last time these two faced, Winter practically took Stacy Jones out of the match by focusing on her knee. This time, Stacy Jones was prepared with quite an impressive counter."

FJ: "Man what half the guys in the world wouldn't give to see Winter Santiaga between Stacy Jones' legs."

HS: "Oh grow up."

(It seems that Orlando Ortega shares the same sentiment as Frank, because instead of checking on Winter, he's leaning back against the ropes with a big cheesy smile on his face, and he points to a section of the crowd where a bunch of college guys are "rooting". Eventually, though, he snaps out of it, just as Winter has rolled over, and got Stacy in a cradle pin.)

ONE!

TWO!

(Jones breaks the pin by putting her hands behind her head and bridging off the mat, subsequently applying more pressure on the leg scissors. Stacy turns herself, this time pinning Winter's shoulders to the mat.)

ONE!

TWO!

(Winter kicks out and rolls backward, breaking the count and the leg scissors.)

HS: "Wow, what an impressive exchange between these two feisty competitors!"

FJ: "We have hot chicks, we have great wrestling, now all we need is some KFC and it's your bachelor party all over again, Herb!"

HS: "Shhh. I told Cathy we went to Hard Rock Cafe… and nothing more."

FJ: "Oh, was I not supposed to tell her?"

(Winter and Stacy both roll up to their feet and begin encircling one another, ready to start the action again. Winter gestures for Stacy to bring it on, and she does, landing a forearm to Winter's head. Stacy then whips Winter into the ropes and lands a hurricanrana on the rebound, to the crowd's delight. The momentum causes Winter to roll forward, and she manages to continue onto her feet in the ropes. Stacy stands to her feet, only to find Winter launching herself with a running cross body. But Stacy rolls through and into a pin.)

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

HS: "Did she get her?"

FJ: "No! That little Mexican chump says it was only two. That was so close. Winter kicked out just in time."

(Stacy glares at Orlando, who shrugs his shoulders and holds up two fingers, almost apologetically. She shakes her head with a sigh but goes back to work on Winter, pulling her to her feet. Stacy whips Winter into the ropes again and lands a back body drop on the rebound. Stacy wastes little time and pulls Winter Santiaga to her feet. Stacy Jones backs her opponent into the corner with some forearms and then lands a fisherman's suplex. With Winter perpendicular to the corner, Stacy knows immediately what to do, and the fans cheer as she hops up onto the top turnbuckle. Flashbulbs ignite across the arena as she leaps for a diving moonsault and everyone holds their breath. But it seems Stacy is the one with no breath at all, as Winter just gets her knees up and drives all the air out of Stacy's solar plexus.)

HS: "The high risk moonsault didn't pay off for Stacy Jones, and just like that, Winter Santiaga is back in this match!"

FJ: "This has actually turned into a pretty exciting match, I must say."

(Stacy groans in pain, rolling across the ring, as Winter shakes out the cobwebs. She pulls herself up with the ropes, and sees Stacy struggling on the mat, and immediately begins stomping her. Winter pulls Stacy up and quickly lands a snap suplex, trying to keep her from catching her breath. He keeps it locked in and goes for a second one, chained. Stacy is reeling now, as Winter goes for a third one. But Stacy regains enough composure to grab the ropes and halt the move. She counters with a vertical suplex of her own. Winter squirms out and lands on the ring apron outside the ropes, unbeknownst to Stacy. Winter then blows off her fingernails and reaches both hands around to Stacy's face and rakes her across both eyes from behind.)

HS: "Oh, that Winter Santiaga has a mean streak to her a mile wide. I wouldn't want to piss her off."

FJ: "I feel sorry for the poor soul who has to live with those nails."

(Orlando Ortega didn't manage to see the scratch as Stacy Jones stumbles forward to the center of the ring, clutching her eyes. Winter instinctively hops up onto the top rope, does a quick 180 degree turn, and leaps backward with a moonsault splash.)

HS: "Oh, DID YOU SEE THAT?"

FJ: "That down right looked painful!"

HS: "Stacy Jones just drop kicked Winter Santiaga in the middle of an impressive springboard moonsault! HOLY COW!"

(The fans cheer loudly at the move, some even starting up a HOLY SHIT! chant, as Winter stumbles and staggers out of the ring, clutching her abdomen. Stacy Jones, with the momentum behind her, doesn't let Winter get far and springs off the ropes, leaping through the opposite side with a suicide plancha.)

HS: "Stacy Jones is showing she can definitely hang with the boys! What a showing by both of these ladies tonight! What a move by Stacy Jones!"

FJ: "These chicks are crazy!"

HS: "They're both amazing competitors, but I never expected this kind of match! I have to say, I'm damn impressed."

(The fans are behind Stacy now, who rolls to her feet, slowly, from the high risk move. She rolls Winter into the ring and quickly follows suit, as Orlando Ortega reaches to FOUR! Of his ten count. Even he looks quite impressed with the high paced show Winter and Stacy are putting on. But Stacy is fully in the driver's seat now, and she whips Winter into the corner. Stacy Jones boots Winter in her abdomen, causing her to double over in pain. Stacy spins Winter around, so that Jones is back first against the turnbuckle, and then drags Santiaga up the ropes.)

HS: "What is Stacy planning here? She might be trying to end it here."

FJ: "I don't think you've MissUndastood, Herb, that's exactly what she's trying to do!"

(The fans cheer loudly as Stacy stands on the top turnbuckle. She sets Winter up, who is on the second turnbuckle, and hooks her arms. But Winter Santiaga suddenly breaks and arm free and gouges Stacy in the eye. Winter Santiaga then stands up to the top turnbuckle, elbows Stacy brutally hard twice, and raises her arm.)

HS: "Winter countered Stacy's finisher! Now she's calling for the Blizzard!"

FJ: "I guess she understood after all."

(Winter leaps onto Stacy's shoulders for her top rope Hurricanrana and both women hit the mat. Orlando Ortega is on the mat, counting down a pin.)

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

(Ortega calls for the bell as the fans cheer loudly.)

HS: "STACY JONES WINS! STACY JONES WINS!"

FJ: "What just happened?"

HS: "I can't believe it! Stacy Jones rolled through that hurricanrana, and she cradled Winter! It was a clean pin and a good call by the referee, Orlando Ortega!"

FJ: "Whoa! What a contest! I'm amazed… I think I'm out of breath!"

(Winter Santiaga rolls outside, irate. She glares at Stacy Jones, who is celebrating in the ring as the fans cheer loudly. 'She Is My Sin' is blaring over the P.A., when suddenly, CRACK!)

HS: "OH MY GOD!"

FJ: "What the hell?"

HS: "It's DRAVEN SHADOWS! He just snuck out from the crowd! HE NAILED WINTER IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD WITH BARBIE! What a sick bastard!"

FJ: "I thought Ortega was supposed to prevent this?"

(Winter is out cold outside the ring, and Ortega catches notice of the actions. We see that Quade deSade is climbing over the railing as well, wielding a chair. They both eye Stacy in the ring, but before they can do anything, a flash of black and white and bronze skin flies through the air, taking them both out with a suicide senton splash. The crowd erupts at this, as Stacy Jones looks on, befuddled. Orlando Ortega quickly climbs to his feet, kicks away "Barbie" and picks up Quade's chair and beckons the two to get up.)

HS: "Here's the long arm of the law!"

FJ: "Don't you mean "short" arm?"

(Quade and Draven, now weaponless, stand back a moment and begin laughing wildly. The back away, though, and head up the ramp, all the while smiling coldly and practically snickering to themselves.)

HS: "Those two monsters! They have once again attacked a defenseless Winter Santiaga. Draven Shadows is a sick, sick, sick, sick man and I hope to God he gets what's coming to him!"

FJ: "That guys is pathetic."

(Orlando Ortega slides into the ring and holds the chair high into the air, beckoning for the two to come. They do not, however, and Orlando realizes what's going on, and leans over the ropes to check on Winter as the EMT's rush the ring.)

HS: "Ortega… no… look out behind you!"

FJ: "It's Misery!"

(THWACK! Ortega is nailed in the back with a chair as Jayson Price looks down on him through his mask. THWACK! Price nails Ortega in the head, dropping him to the mat. Suddenly, Quade and Draven charge the ring and immediately begin stomping away at the lifeless Orlando Ortega.)

HS: "Oh, this has to stop. You have made you point, now move on. Who the hell is going to stand against these three nutjobs?"

FJ: "Clearly not Orlando Ortega."

HS: "This is just a pathetic attempt by Jayson Price to one up Orlando Ortega, and protect his Cruiserweight title. All three of those men are cowards, nothing more."

FJ: "Well they've definitely made a statement here tonight, and I don't think they're finished."

HS: "Won't someone come and help Ortega?"

FJ: "Not after the way he's been mouthing off everyone in the AWA. He's getting what he deserves right now."

HS: "No one deserves this. Come on guys, enough already."

(Quade and Draven both agree to hold Orlando up and Jayson Price nods in appreciation. He then rears back with the chair and THWAAAAACKKK! He unloads with a huge chair shot right across Ortega's exposed dome, as the fans continue to thunder the arena with boos. Price drops the chair and laughs, as Shadows plants his foot on the back of Ortega's head and rubs him face first into the pool of blood that has surrounded him. As soon as the three clear the ring, EMT's mob the ring and check on Ortega as well.)

HS: "My God, won't someone stop these men? They're going to destroy the entire AWA."

FJ: "Or worse."

(We go to a commercial to hype next month's Springs And Breaks pay-per-view show. We return to the arena and suddenly, we hear the opening chords of "Unstable," by Jim Johnston. A.C. Smith struts to the ring in a fancy suit and tie, carrying with him his AWA No Limits Championship. He slaps the hands of a few fortunate fans, flaunts the belt, grabs the microphone, and waits for the crowd to die down.)

HS: "A.C. Smith is out here, Frank! He's defending his championship tonight against seven worthy contenders, but he's here now, and he looks not to be fazed at all by the thought of losing his title!"

FJ: "Another mistake by the village idiot, Herb. This bum's gonna get his ass handed to him on a rodent-filled silver platter."

HS: "FRANK!"

A.C.: "Hello, Boston! (The crowd roars again.) Obviously, you know why I'm here tonight, I will defend my AWA No Limits Championship against 7 bums trying to unseat me from the top of the No Limits heap. However, right now, I have bigger business to handle. And to celebrate the task at hand, I'll need some help. Ladies and gentlemen, the Paramedics!"

HS: "He's called out the Paramedics, Frank! The trio known as Hellfire is meeting here in the ring at Vortex!"

FJ: "Boo! Someone throw trash in there, these bums should be setting UP the ring, not conversing IN it!"

(On cue, Highway to Hell by AC/DC explodes over the PA system, bringing the Paramedics, Jonathan Lightning and Steve Striker---with manager "Mad Dog" Higgins in tow---out to a deafening ovation. Like AC before them, they are wearing suits, matching olive green attire. However, unlike the Big Apple Asskicker, the smiling duo are also sporting shades. As they stand by the entrance way, basking in the cheers, Higgins leans over and whispers something in their ears, causing them to laugh. Only after he gives them both simultaneous pats on the back do they start making their way down the aisle. Unlike last week, there's no hand slapping with the masses, but just before they get to ringside, Lightning spots an enthused young fan holding up a sign that reads 'I BLEED PARAMEDIC GREEN' and motions for the camera to capture it. 'This is what it's all about,' he mouths to the camera before the trio finish their trek to the ring. As they finally climb into the squared circle and embrace AC Smith, the decibel level in the arena jumps another notch. Lightning is then handed the mike by his new protege'.)

LIGHTNING: (taking off the glasses and tucking them inside the breast pocket of his suit) "A generation ago, a man named Corey Hart made it cool to wear sunglasses at night. I never understood it myself, but with this recent wave of 80's nostalgia sweeping the country, we thought, what the hell? Corey, wherever the hell you are, if this gets popular again, you know where to send those royalty checks to!"

(He turns back to see the rest of Hellfire cracking up.)

LIGHTNING: (smiling) "Steve, it's ok, you can take off the damn glasses now."

(Striker waves him off with a grin.)

LIGHTNING: (back to the audience) "So a funny thing happened on the way to the ring. Our good friend and manager, the beautiful Howard Higgins, pointed out to us just how shocking it was that we, the dastardly Paramedics, were actually getting cheered. (the cheers rise again for a few seconds) And it is surreal. For the better part of two decades we did everything to make you hate us...make you want to kill us. We attacked your heroes, gloated non-stop, and were just overbearing assholes. Now some might say that the Paramedics have grown soft...that they sold out. (boos) Unfortunately, we don't see it that way. I think all of you have seen our recent matches with Damage Inc, the Canucks, and, of course, the EMT's. Yes, we're still the same take no prisoner Medics you knew back in the day, but as far as overbearing assholes go, well, we'll pass that baton to the Administration. Somehow I don't think they'll drop the ball on that one."

LIGHTNING: (turning to AC Smith) "Ladies and gentleman, I know you just heard from the man, but take a long hard look at this specimen. Every new wrestler that breaks into this sports talks about being different...talks about accomplishing goals. The difference between those pretenders and him is that he backs it up with ACTION. Look at that gold on his shoulder...the No Limits Championship. It took him how long to win it, two weeks? I've seen alot of giants come and go in my time, and I dare say that before it's all said and done, the name AC Smith will be right up there with the likes of CarnEvil and Brian Williams. (cheers) Like I said before, we scoured this whole federation for the best enforcer available, and, really, there was no other choice. The Administration better look out, cause we have our own Squasher...and this one has talent!"

(The camera focuses on a grinning AC, who nods his agreement.)

LIGHTNING: "Oh, but we're not finished yet. (an audible buzz begins from the crowd) You didn't think Hellfire was complete, did you? What can we be missing? (turns to look at the rest of Hellfire, who just shrug their shoulders, obviously playing off Lightning) Let's see, we already have the veterans...check. We have the enforcer...check. Wait a second, wait a second...I know! The only thing Hellfire is missing is..."

STRIKER: "Stacy Jones?"

LIGHTNING: (laughs into the mike) "No, not Stacy Jones, you pervert, although she's always welcome to join. (the crowd laughs) No, what the most elite organization in professional wrestling, and that includes the Administration, is missing is a LEADER. (the cheers start again) The person about to come down that aisle is someone I respect in this sport as much as Ray Owens or Dave Santini. Yeah, those are big words, but they're true. And he's accomplished JUST as much in the AWA as they have. World Title? Done that. US Title? Done that. TV Title? Cruiserweight? Hardcore? Yes, yes, and yes. I'm probably forgetting a couple of things, but I'm sure he'll remind me. (smiles) The only thing missing from his resume is a Hall of Fame induction, and the fact that hasn't happened yet makes me sick. But, come hell or high water, that injustice will be taken care of. Just like the Medics and the Big Apple Ass Kicker, this man---this legend of the sport---has gone to hell and back in his personal and professional life. And just like us, he's dusted himself off and risen again like the phoenix. It is my proud honor to introduce to you a person that needs no introduction. I humbly give to you the UNEQUIVOCAL leader of Hellfire...THE PAST, PRESENT AND FUTURE OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING....DW!"

HS: "WHAT?!"

FJ: "HE CAN'T DO THIS!"

("Don't Body Yourself" by Nas and Game blare over the PA as the arena darkens. The lights quickly come back on and we see a DW flash on the video screen. The crowd begins to cheer as the lights flicker and blue strobe lights begin to flash around the arena. We see DW appear at the top of the stage in an amani special cut suit. He slowly walks out to the ring slapping a couple of hands. He grabs the middle rope and pulls himself up on the apron. Jeff Christianson now steps into the ring and shakes the hands of Striker, Smith, and finally Lightning. Lightning hands DW the mic. He looks into the crowd and finally begins to speak as the cheers die down.)

DW: "Ladies and gentlemen, it's good to finally be BACK!"

(We hear the crowd cheer. He continues.)

DW: "Unfortunately due to Low, I couldn't live up to my agreement and retire. No, he knows I'll make him too much money. What he doesn't know is that I'll beat his Business Bitch all over the arena TONIGHT!"

(The crowd cheers again. He continues.)

DW: "You see, a couple of weeks ago, I got a call before Hell on Earth. It was a couple of old friends who were on top of the AWA when I first came here. Lightning and Striker talked to me and wished me good luck. I did the same to them. I told them I had an idea that would absolutely drive Low crazy. I said, the three of us should join forces. They said yes, but they had a bigger idea. They found a young forth member to carry on the legacy. They said AC Smith was ready, and I trusted them... and boy were they right!"

"We have the current No Limits Championship, something I won for a short time. We have the NEXT tag Champions, something I've also accomplished... and then you have me. I can win ANY title presented in front of me. That includes beating our current World Champion, Brian Stevens."

(The crowd cheers. Jeff looks back at the other members of Hellfire, and they nod in agreement. He continues to speak.)

DW: "This brings me to tonight's schedule. Hellfire will go undefeated tonight. I feel AC Smith can retain the No Limits Title. I feel Jon Lightning will destroy Low in whatever type of match they wrestle in. Then, I will brutalize Lars-

UNKNOWN VOICE: WOAH WOAH WOAH! Cut their mic!

(The camera quickly cuts to the entrance curtain, where we see a pudgey Mexican man wearing a black suit, with a black under shirt, and matching black baseball hat, with his long hair flowing behind him. In one hand is an oversized Zach Morris esq. cell phone, in the other a mic, and around his neck is a large laynard that as the camera zooms in on the man is reavealed to read: ADMINISTRATIVE V.I.P The man slowly makes his way to the ring with a look of disgust on his face as he continues. The Hellfire members in the ring are all but dumbfounded by what they are seeing.)

MAN: "I hate to break up your little love-fest fellas. But as the chief President of AWA Celebration Committee, I, HEF E. DANGERSOULY immiediatly put a stop to this unsanctioned party going on inside a Low and Lars Fredrickson ring!"

(Hef E. Dangerously begins making his way up the ring steps, no fear what so ever in his eyes. The five men in the ring begin talking angrily amongst themselves after this unjust interuption.)

DANGEROUSLY: "The Administration has strick rules about scum like YOU coming into THEIR ring and stroking each others faulty egos. These people in the Boston audeince tonight spent their hard earned beer and whiskey money to be here tonight, and the only thing they wanna see from you men and your $40 dollar suits is your BLOOD laying on this mat. And possibly fatty over here (points at Higgins) to drop DEAD of a heart-attack."

(The crowds boo's wildly, and Higgins immediatly needs to be restrained by A.C. Smith and Striker as he's looks ready to pounce on Hef E. at a moments notice. Hef E. meanwhile take a few more steps closer to "The Dark Warrior" He gets right in Jeff's face, and spins his hat around backwards before continuing)

DANGEROUSLY: "And you, you're lucky you were even ALLOWED in this arena tonight. You can talk all you want about a Hellfire clean sweep tonight...and just like in your love life, you'll come up short! Our most prestigeous LWA Universal Champion, Lars Fredrickson, single-handedly demolished ALL of you inside this very ring within a weeks time! Hellfire is NOTHING...A.C. Smith is nothing more than a steroid addled mental-defeciant, lantern carrying, loser! The Paramedics couldn't win a tag team match against Blanch Devereaux and Sophia Petrillo on their BEST day, and Low is going to DESTROY Mr. Brownstone himself later tonight. And you...Jeff Christianson (Hef E. Dangerously moves in closer nose-to-nose with Christionson, neither men losing eye contact) Mr. "Dark Warrior" has the audacity to claim that you'll BRUTALIZE Lars Fredrickson in HIS ring tonight? Just like the rest of your little entourage in the ring tonight, you'll fail miserably at getting the job done. Lars is actually a little pleased that Travis Gray is the only one that will let you out of your AWA contract...all the more opprotunity he has to make sure that your stay here that much more PAINFUL. In fact, I think he has a message for you right now!"

(Hef E. Dangerously looks behind Dark Warrior on the Outside of the ring, the members of Hellfire quickly turn around anticipating a back attack by Lars Fredrickson. Hef E. quickly grins ear to ear as he throws the mic in his one hand down to the mat, and wields his giant cell phone with both hands...winds up and takes a HUGE swing to DW's back...somehow instinctively DW moves out of the way, and grabs Hef E. by the back collar of his black suit coat. DW Spins Hef E. Around, grabbing onto his collar. The rest of the Hellfire members in the ring slowly begin to close in around Hef E., who at this point has his arms raised in the air pleading with DW.)

HS: "This should be good."

FJ: "I don't like the looks of this."

(Jeff Christianson points behind Hef E. Dangerously. Hef turns around and is kicked into the stomach by Steve Striker. We see Lightning climb to the second rope. Striker holds Hef up in a piledriver position, and we see Lightning jump off and spike it.)

HS: "Hef E Dangerously just got a taste of Bad Medicine!"

(AC Smith now picks up Hef E. Dangerously and applies the Torture Rack to him. After about thirty seconds in the hold, we see AC drop him. What we didn't see was Jeff Christianson climb to the top rope. He jumps off and nails a huge Five Star Frog Splash.)

LIGHTNING: "Higgins, go get you some."

(We see Mad Dog Higgins now mount Hef E. Dangerously and begin punching his lights out. We see the LWA security running to the ring trying to stop the massacre of Hef E. Dangerously. Finally, The four wrestlers leave on their own, but Mad Dog keeps his barrage coming. Finally they pull Mad Dog off, and put him in a corner. We see Mad Dog now break through and drop a huge elbow, followed by more punches. Finally, the security team piles on Mad Dog, as a few lucky security members get to bring Hef E. Dangerously to the back.)

FJ: "They just assaulted a great man."

HS: "That was El Hefe."

FJ: "That was Hef E. Dangerously... Get it right."

HS: "Whoever he was, he just got beaten by the new horses in the stable."

(As the ring clears and Hellfire are walking to the back, we cut back to Richard O. Dickinson sitting in front of his notebook next to the ring announcers. This time, he stays at the table as he picks up the microphone again.)

ROD: "Hellfire... nah, I won't go there. So folks, Andreas Lasiewicz versus Quade DeSade is up next. Two really weird guys. Two guys I don't understand. I don't understand what Quade is saying and I don't understand why Lasiewicz has flushed his career down the toilet. But it doesn't really matter, because I'm sure we'll still get a decent fight out of these two. And without further ado, I am now going to reveal the stipulation voted by the fans."

(ROD presses some button on his notebook.)

ROD: "Coming in at number 3 is the Fight On The Outside, Number 2 is the Inferno Match and the winning stipulation is the popular Lost Voice Match!"

HS: "That means someone is going to get shut up for four weeks!"

("Sadness" by Enigma reverbs from the speakers, and heavy industrial chords counterpoint the agonizing screams peeling from the images on screen, such as the Crucifier practiced on opponent after opponent. Then in a moments respite only the heavy, sighing breath of an unseen woman can be heard. The Lights in the auditorium are then extinguished, and like a burning brimstone flood letters spelling the name "Quade deSade" form a fiery cruciform logo. The harsh tempo resumes and the monks begin their Gregorian chanting once again. Bathed in the flaming incandescence of his fiery cross Quade deSade stands at the top of the ramp. Enshrouded in the faded, travelworn trailcoat, he stands staring out at the spotlighted ring. From the entrance behind him a figure appears, a figure that seems to have been following The Fiery Cross over the past week and from over the speaker a slow thumping sound begins to drown out Quade's intro music. deSade stands unconcerned as the shadowy figure seems to almost glide up behind him and enter the light; it is a full sized Iron Maiden removed from some modern day medieval castle. Above him on the screens the camera shift in closer with each thump that seems to come from within the torturous sarcophagus. Quade moves to the ring withy purpose for a change, calling for a mic he steps towards the ropes and points up at the iron edifice dominating the entrance.)

QUADE: "I want you all to look at that! Look at it! I want you all to look at it while I talk, I want it burned into your memories, let every word I say from this night on bring the image of that ..... that thing back to mind like some cursed phantom! See her beautiful face, the face of The Madonna; mother of mercy. Her arms opened in welcome. Her face a serene mask of love. Her eyes so warm so benevolent...so misleading!!" Tonight Andreas Lasiewicz, tonight you will feel the embrace of My Mother. Regardless of the win or the loss you will leave Fleet Center here in Boston in her arms, and you may just not return."

(The arena darkens slowly. An air siren begins to sound, with green spotlights shooting in all directions as an infamous slogan is revealed on the big screen:

COME N' PLACE YA BETS!!

("Welcome to the Jungle" suddenly thunders from the P.A system. The Gambit, Andreas Lasiewicz, 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.)

HS: "Well, we're ready to go here. Who will lose their voice for nearly a month on AWA television?"

FJ: "It's just a shame it can't be you, Herb."

HS: "FRANK!"

(The bell rings, and deSade comes out with a kick to the gut. He irish-whips the Polack into the ropes and catches him with an atomic drop before hitting an elbow to his fallen opponent. Quade's offensive continues with a bulldog and an arm-lock German suplex, and he stomps his opponent from head to toe before covering him for an early two-count. Lasiewicz begins to fight back, though, hitting a low blow and DDT to his unsuspecting foe!)

HS: "A smooth counter by the Gambit after a near-fall by Quade deSade! This is shaping up to be a good one, as both former No Limits champions are setting the stage for a brutal match!"

FJ: "Brutal schmutal! I've seen better fights at my family reunions between my Uncle Betsie and Aunt Mike! Ya know..."

(After that troubling bit of information, we get back to the ring and see both men exchanging haymakers. The Fiery Cross nails an eye gouge, and the referee tries to step in. However, he inadvertently runs into Quade‘s forearm that was supposed to go into Lasiewicz's skull! He crumples to the ground. This is fortunate for the Fiery Cross, as Lasiewicz rolls deSade up in a sudden small package. The referee is terribly out of position, and after a one-count, Quade tosses him off, regroups, and nails him with a powerful running clothesline. The Pole, unaffected, leaps back up and slaps deSade square in the face! While he's celebrating, however, deSade grabs him from behind an executes a Russian leg sweep. He tries a pin, but Lasiewicz gets his foot on the bottom rope to break the count at two. Quade is clearly frustrated, and argues with the official.)

HS: "These two had a run-in with each other a few short minutes ago! Quade's gotta be careful here, Frank, a DQ means a month's silence!"

FJ: "...and then she hit him with her walker..."

HS: "FRANK! Nobody cares about your demented family, there's a great match going on in the ring right now!"

(Quade shakes his head at the man in the striped shirt, and goes back to work on the Gambit. He turns Lasiewicz around and applies a sleeperhold, but the Krakow native hits a smart jawbreaker to break the hold and send deSade into the nearby turnbuckle! He throws him to the ground, climbs to the top rope, attempts a flying elbow, but misses! Both men are down and out in the middle of the ring, and the referee starts the count.)

Ref: "ONE! ... TWO! ... THREE! ... FOUR! ...FI-"

(Quade gets to his feet first at the count of five. He picks the Gambit up and sets his dazed opponent on the ropes, neck hanging over the middle one. He comes off with a stinging knee drop, and Lasiewicz collapses to the ground in pain. deSade clearly holds the upper hand now, and after a closed fist punch, he hits him with an irish whip into the corner and calls for the Crucifer!)

HS: "Here we go! Quade deSade is calling for the Crucifer, his deadly finisher!"

FJ: "I oughta call for a security guard, my deadly finisher to all my problems! Those'd be you, by the way."

HS: "Oh sure, it's OK when YOU throw shots at me, yet when I strike back? Oh no."

FJ: "I've never been less than cordial to you in my entire life!"

HS: "HAH!"

(Quade climbs the back of the turnbuckle, and blows sarcastic kisses to the booing section behind him. He attempts to lock in the Crucifer, but Lasiewicz turns it into a variation of a snap mare after a few seconds! The crowd is stunned, both men are down once again, and the ref starts another count!)

HS: "What a match we are witnessing, ladies, gentlemen, and Frank!"

FJ: "OK, that's enough. Security!"

(Security does respond to the call, but they all run into the iron maiden deSade has brought to the entrance of the aisle! As the audience laughs their asses off, both men rise at the count of seven. deSade attempts a kick to the gut, but Lasiewicz catches his foot and counters with a dragon screw legwhip! He has gained some momentum and follows up the legwhip with a vertical suplex and an arm drag. He then calls for the Peace Maker! The crowd, not quite believing the sudden shift in fortunes, is stunned as Lasiewicz waits for his opponent to get up. He goes for it, but deSade ducks the kick and catches his opponent off-guard with a huge spine buster! He goes for the cover, but gets only a two-count. Unfazed, deSade picks his opponent up off the mat and nails the Trinity! Lasiewicz is in deep trouble, and deSade is calling for the Crucifer once again! This crowd has seen a lot in this match, and they aren‘t reacting to deSade at all, thinking Lasiewicz will come up with some way to keep the match going!)

HS: "He's going to try it again! He's going to try to make his opponent tap out once again, Frank!"

FJ: "...I'm still in shock. I didn't know it was US keeping those dumb rent-a-cops in business!"

HS: "FRANK!"

(Instead of placing him in the inside of the turnbuckles, though, deSade places the fallen body of Andreas Lasiewicz on the apron. He climbs the ropes on the inside of the ring, and signals to the crowd that he's going to dangle the Gambit above the arena floor!)

HS: "This is crazy, Frank. He's going to symbolize a lynching here by using an out-of-the-ring Crucifer!"

(He locks it in and tightens the hold with every moment it is locked in. Lasiewicz is clearly in pain, and flails his arms on the top rope to symbolize a tap-out after about 10 seconds! Quade deSade tosses his opponent to the arena floor and his hand is raised, but he still has that evil look in his eye.)

HS: "What could Quade deSade possibly be thinking here?! He's already won a very good, solid match, yet he looks almost like he's not finished yet!"

FJ: "Kind of like you at that buffet last night. Just how long were you awake crapping out all that prime rib?"

(Frank's quip is ignored, and we instead spot deSade throwing haymaker after haymaker at Lasiewicz as both move up the ramp towards the maiden and the fallen security guards. The Fiery Cross hits a DDT on the aisle, and then proceeds to clear out the rent-a-cops. He slams Lasiewicz's head on the top of the iron maiden, opens it up, and stuffs the Gambit in! Cries of "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!" accompany the exit of Quade deSade.)

HS: "What...what's going on? Andreas Lasiewicz has just been placed inside that monstrous iron maiden!"

FJ: "Lasiewicz did indeed just lose his voice for four weeks, but he might be about to lose something much more important to him!"

(The doors of the iron maiden are closed and we see the spikes disappear into the darkess of the iron maiden. The scene changes as we see the iron maiden being moved.)

(The words "Taped Earlier Today" pop across the screen. We see the newly signed "Psycho" Brody Knolan walking into the building with his friend Brian Boyer. The scene takes part in the garage area of the building. Brody is wearing a backpack full of his wrestling clothing. He also has his normal jeans and white t-shirt on. Brian has a worn down suit on with a nice new pair of dress shoes.)

BOYER: "Are you loose?"

KNOLAN: "Hell yea. This isn't anything new to me Brian."

BOYER: "Just making sure. Your first match is for the NL title. Not many people can claim that when starting a career in AWA."

KNOLAN: "I'm not like normal people. I'm better."

BOYER: "Just stay focused."

KNOLAN: "I am. I'm focused on taking all these giants down and then running out of this exact garage with the title on my shoulder."

(Boyer gives a quick smile.)

BOYER: "Are you sure you do not want me coming to the ring with you?"

KNOLAN: "No way dude. I'm not no bitch. I'm taking this title by myself. I might have to cheat to get it, but I'll be getting it by myself."

BOYER: "I don't understand your thinking sometimes."

(Brody gets a quick laugh in at Boyer's comment.)

KNOLAN: "Me either. Derek Jeter once said, 'You're not giving one-hundred percent unless you cheat.' I'm behind that quote with all my heart."

(The screen fades out with Knolan looking at the camera straight on and laughing at his cheating comment. We return to ringside and to Richard O. Dickinson III, who is at ringside with his notebook and his microphone.)

ROD: "Now comes the clusterfuck match of the evening. The one designed to get everybody who deserves it, and also a bunch of people who don't deserve it, on this show. Xavier Shine has quit before he even got a chance to appear here tonight. And rumor has it he isn't the only one. I wonder what The Squasher has to say about that. Anyway, let's get this over with. The AWA No Limits title will NOT be decided in the match that was voted number 3, the Sudden Death Match. It will NOT be decided in the Elimination Match. It WILL be decided in the Lumberjack Elimination Match!"

(The lights dim, and Unstable by Jim Johnston blares over the PA. A.C. struts out in his ring attire and stops just in front of the fireworks that go off behind him. The crowd cheers as a focused AC Smith makes his way to the ring. He rolls into the ring and takes the AWA No Limits Title off. He hands it to the referee.)

HS: "He's been able to fend off all comers so far, let's see if he can pass his toughest test yet."

FJ: "He also hasn't faced top caliber competition."

HS: "That's what I just said."

(The lights begins to flicker into a frenzy, as most the people that are filling up the arena, sit upon the edge of their seats. Just then, guns shots of all kinds erupts upon the P.A. System, along with a couple of nail biting screams. Suddenly, the roaring blaze of gun fire stops. As you hear the empty shells hitting the ground a voice seeps throughout the speakers...

G's Up Muthafucka'z!!!

Then BOOM!!! A slight explosion hits the stage, as the deafening beats of Lil'Jon's "Put Yo Hood Up Remix" blast out over the stereo system. Clips of David Lee's most brutal matches play over giant Cyber-Tron, which is now vibrating from the loud pounding of the music. Just as the chorus to the song can be heard, David jumps out from the curtains, sporting his black hooded vest, with the hood pulled up over his. With his arms raised over his head, Lee does a few turns before stopping in his tracks to give the booing crowd a devilish smirk. With that, David calmly walks down the ramp, at some point yelling a few things towards some of the fans, and throwing up a few censored gestures. As he gets close enough, David makes his way up the steel stairs. He then doesn't waste any time to hop on the nearest turnbuckle and throws his arms in the air once more with that same devilish smirk still slapped across his face. Afterwards, David hops off the turnbuckle and looks straight at the No Limits Champion, AC Smith.)

HS: "He's looking to dethrone the current No Limits Champion."

FJ: "Aren't we all?"

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

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

Draven and Heather walk through the fire and down to the ring. Draven gives Heather a kiss and starts walking up the stairs. He climbs into the ring. Draven takes off his trench coat and hands them to the tech guy. He stares down AC Smith as they await the other competitors..)

HS: "Draven Shadows has to be favored in this type of match due to his AWA experience."

FJ: "You can never over look that fact, can you Herb?"

(Whomp That Trick by D-Jay blares over the PA. We see Blue Lights gleam all over Rawstarr's head in total darkness. Half way down the ramp, we see a huge explosion, with yellow lights streaming all over the arena. Rawstarr takes off his hood and trench coat, and rolls into the ring. He immediately looks at his former partner, Draven Shadows.)

FJ: "There he is. Low's personal property. Ready to go."

HS: "Let me correct a bit of Rawstarr's information. First of all, during the week he said he entered the AWA in 2001, when in fact, he did enter the AWA in 2002 because he took part in a rookie brawl at Wrestlefest that year. I just had to get that off my chest."

FJ: "Wow!"

(The words "Enter the Xtreme" begin to flash on the screen as the arena lights begin to flicker followed by the opening cords of "Miseria Cantare". Slowly Sean Styles makes his way through the curtain. About halfway down he pause and bows his head, putting one balled fist staright into the air. Suddenly the fist goes dropping down followed by a blast of blue and white pyro. Nicole Laree come walking down the ramp and the two make their way to the ring. Styles slides in and mounts one of the turnbuckles, just standing there and soaking in the cheers. He hops off and takes notice of all the wrestlers that have already entered the ring.)

HS: "He was rather silent this week."

FJ: "..."

(Once "Twist of Cain" by Danzig starts playing the lights grow dim until the arena is nearly pitch black. While the guitars in the entrance music vibrate throughout the arena, smoke begins to fill the stage.

"Yeah!"

When the vocalist in the music shouts, a sudden spotlight appears on the stage. Inside the spotlight is none other than Jason Blake. Clouds of smoke are seen hovering around his feet and the lower half of his legs. Jason stands still with his back turned to the ramp way.

"Yeah!"

The vocalist shouts again, but this time Jason raises his arms out to his sides, still just a shadow under a spotlight. An unexpected ovation from the audience engulfs the arena.

"Yeaaaah!"

A longer scream from the singer then before, Jason now turns around and taunts the fans receiving a positive reaction. He heads down the aisle way, smoke gathering at his feet and fans reaching out for 'high-fives'. Jason holds both of his arms out and gives the fans what they want, interacting with each one.

Jason finally makes it to the end of the entrance ramp. He pauses for a moment and heads for the steel steps, climbing them one step at a time. Jason walks along the apron, takes one last look at the crowd before entering the squared circle, and at last he steps through the middle and top rope. With little hesitation, Jason Blake walks to the nearest corner and hops onto the second rope, taunting the fans one last time.

The lights turn back on, Jason Blake stretches his arms on the ropes waiting for the action to begin.)

HS: "Here's another one of the AWA's young guns looking to make it to the top."

FJ: "What a long entrance... I never thought he'd make it to the ring."

("Thug Lord: The New Testament (Outro)" by Yukmouth ft Kokane blares over the PA and the crowd begins to boo as Jai Williams takes the top of the stage. He slowly makes his way down to the ring, taking the sight of the other wrestlers, already waiting in the ring. He then rolls into the ring, and looks directly at the champion.)

HS: "He looks focused tonight."

FJ: "Focused on the Title. That's the way good wrestlers become great."

(The lights completely shutoff. The music hits "Welcome to Detroit City" right as a line of pyro's go off right in front of the entrance. The lights turn on to the appearance of "Psycho" Brody Knolan who pops out of nowhere energetic as ever. He makes his way to the ring at a fast walking pace taunting the crowd the entire time. Slides under the bottoms ropes and makes his way to every turnbuckle to taunt the crowd some more)

HS: "Here's the last wrestler."

FJ: "Finally, we can get to the No Limits Eliminatational match, with each eliminated wrestler becoming a Lumberjack. Hopefully this is where someone will get seriously hurt."

HS: "Frank!"

FJ: "What?"

(We see the action begin. David Lee and Rawstarr pair off in a corner, with Rawstarr taking the advantage. Jason Blake and Draven Shadows take off in the opposite corner with Jason Blake taking the advantage. Jai Williams and Broady Knolan pair off with Williams taking the advantage. This leaves Sean Styles in the middle of the ring with AC Smith. Styles looks confused at everyone pairing off. AC Smith grabs him and sends him into the ropes. Styles bounces off the ropes and he's caught in a Gorilla Press Slam. AC Smith hits the ropes and bounces off the ropes nailing a huge splash.)

HS: "Big Apple Asskicker!"

(One... Two... Three.)

FJ: "We have our first Lumberjack, Sean Styles."

(We now focus on David Lee who throws a punch. Rawstarr ducks under it and Lee goes into the center of the ring. He turns around right into a Raw Execution. Rawstarr quickly goes for a cover. One... Two... Three...)

HS: "Another quick shocker!"

FJ: "We have our second lumberjack, David Lee."

(We now see Draven Shadows power away from Jason Blake and go straight for the No Limits Champion AC Smith. Shadows nails a clothesline to the back of Smith's head, knocking the champion down. Draven Shadows picks AC Smith up and hits the Berlin Wall. He goes for the cover but AC quickly kicks out after one. Draven now mounts his opponent, and begins throwing punches at AC's head. Finally, AC pushes Draven off of him. Both mean reach their feet, and they lock up. Draven gets the advantage and powers AC over to the corner. AC throws a punch which knocks Draven out towards the center of the ring. With the big man reeling AC Smith throws another punch, Draven dodges it and nails a 360 Clothesline.)

HS: "Wow, what a clothesline."

FJ: "He nearly beheaded AC Smith."

(...Meanwhile Brody Knolan and Jai Williams continue struggling back and forth with each other. They lock up. Jai finally takes control after another brief stuggle, and goes behind the small Knolan. Jai executes a German Suplex. We see him bridge. One... Two... Knolan kicks out. Knolan is slow to get back to his feet. As he does, he's standing in the center of the ring. We see Jai Williams run and nail the 187 in the middle of the ring. He goes for the cover again. One... Two... Thr. Jai looks a little frustrated as he mounts his opponent. Before he can do anything, Brody Knolan slips out from under Williams. This frustrates Williams even more as he reaches his feet. Brody Knolan doesn't wait for him to turn around, he rolls him up. He only gets a two count after a quick kickout from Williams. As they reach their feet, we see Knolan land a dropkick, which sends Williams to the mat. We see Williams roll out of the ring, he notices the lumberjacks coming after him, and he quickly rolls back into the ring. As he gets up, Knolan catches him with a gutwrench suplex.)

HS: "What action from the two rookies."

FJ: "But will they both have enough gas left in the tank to make it to the end? After all, they are rookies."

(...Also happening at that time, we see Jason Blake take advantage of a confused Rawstarr and applies a Sleeperhold. We see Rawstarr quickly slip out of it. As Rawstarr reaches his feet again We see Blake land a forearm Smash hat sends him backwards into Draven Shadows, who just pushes him away. He turns back towards Blake, and he's hit with a Spin wheel kick that sends him down to the mat hard. Blake picks him up, to his knees. We see him nail a one-arm side-effect. Blake goes for the cover. One... Two... We see the AWA veteran kickout. Blake quickly picks him up, and executes a vertical suplex. Instead of going for the pin, he goes to the top rope. He jumps off the top rope, and nails a leg drop. He signals it's over, and he picks Rawstarr. He puts Rawstarr in a vertical suplex position, but Rawstarr slips behind him. We see Rawstarr push Blake foreward, and then try to roll him up, but Blake grabs onto the ropes. Blake now runs at Rawstarr, but Rawstarr drops down and executes a drop toe hold. He picks Blake up and nails the Raw Execution out of No where. He goes for a Pin. One... Two... Blake kicks out!)

HS: "The action is everywhere in the ring."

FJ: "Hopefully we'll see it go all over the outside of the ring so someone can get HURT AS WELL!"

(Rawstarr Irish whips Jason Blake into the ropes. He drops down on the ground as Blake rebounds right into a huge spinebuster from Draven Shadows. We see Blake hit the mat hard. All the wrestlers stop wrestling and watch Draven and Blake. Draven picks him back up and hits a spiked German suplex. Draven now picks Blake up once more, and does the total slaughter. Draven covers Jason Blake. One... Two... Three... We see the wrestlers in a state of Shock as Shadows picks Blake up, and throws him out of the ring.)

HS: "Everyone just watched Draven Shadows decimate Jason Blake."

FJ: "He might be our third lumberjack."

HS: "What do you mean might?"

FJ: "His head actually has to be attached to be a Lumberjack, and that shot to the neck looks like it took it off."

(We now see AC Smith climb to the top rope. As Draven Shadow's celebrates, he forgets the match is still going on. He turns right around into a shoulder block from the top rope. AC Smith goes for the cover. One... Two... Shadows kicks out. We see AC Smith and Draven Shadows reach their feet at the same time. Smith looks at him in disbelief. Draven throws a clothesline, but Smith ducks under it. As Shadows turns around, Smith kicks him into the stomach and nails a brain buster. AC Smith now applies a reverse chinlock and begins punching him in the head.)

FJ: "That's the smartest thing he's did since joining the AWA."

HS: "What?"

FJ: "Jumping Draven Shadows. Since returning, Shadows has looked like a monster. You have to take trap a monster, and that's what AC Smith is trying to do."

(...meanwhile, We see Jai Williams corner Brody Knolan. However, Knolan begins throwing punches, and one punch Rocks Jai Williams who backs right into Rawstarr. Rawstarr applies a Full Nelson, and then executes one Dragon Suplex. He rolls through and executes another Dragon Suplex. He rolls through and nails a third Dragon Suplex, bridging for a pin. One... Two... Jai Williams barely kicks out. As Rawstarr lays on the mat in frustration, Brody Knolan applies an ankle lock. We see Rawstarr try and roll through, but Knolan continues with the hold. We hear Rawstarr screaming in pain as he tries to crawl to the ropes. All of a Sudden we see a huge boot head for the face of, and hit, Brody Knolan. We see Draven Shadows standing over him.)

HS: "Shadows quickly re-entered himself back into the match after breaking the rear chinlock that AC Smith had applied."

FJ: "He did it with the help of the Lumberjacks. Two of them are stomping on Smith, as Blake finally reaches his feet. They did eventually roll him back into the ring."

(We see Jai Williams crawl on the fallen body of Knolan. One... Two... A kickout from Knolan. We see Shadows continue his streak and pick Jai Williams up. He nails a huge right hand that knocks Williams out of the ring. The three Lumberjacks quickly make it to him. They are all stomping on him. In the ring, we focus on Rawstarr and Shadows teaming up against AC Smith. Draven Shadows executes a quick choke slam to AC Smith. Rawstarr runs over to Draven, and Draven picks him up. Draven jumps and they both land a leg drop on AC Smith.)

HS: "WHAT A MOVE!"

FJ: "They called that move Seeing Red, Herb... They did that back when they were the BluePrint."

(Rawstarr goes for the cover. One... Two... AC Smith kicks out. Draven Shadows now goes for the cover. One... Two... and a kickout. This time, they both go for the cover. One... Two... We see AC Smith get a leg on the ropes. Rawstarr and Draven both slam their hands on the mat in frustration. They look around the ring and see Brody Knolan working over what's left of Jai Williams. They nod, and walk over to Knolan. We see Shadows clothesline Knolan to the mat. He then picks Knolan up and choke toss's him into the Turnbuckle. Rawstarr now begins to kick the stomach of Knolan. We see Draven walk across the ring and picks AC Smith up, and backs him into a corner. Draven and Rawstarr Irish whip their opponents into each other. We see Smith stagger as Knolan hits the ground. We see Knolan stagger to his feet. Shadows now comes running and he nails Knolan with a clothesline. At the same time, Rawstarr runs at AC Smith and nails a huge jumping clothesline. Shadows goes for a cover. One... Two... Knolan kicks out. Rawstarr goes for a cover. One... Two... Smith kicks out. We see Shadows crawl over to Smith. One... Two... Smith kicks out again. We see Rawstarr has already covered Knolan. One... Two... and another kickout.)

FJ: "That's Drunken Jibberish."

HS: "They are putting their opponents through hell. What a tag team they would make if the ever decided to re-unite."

FJ: "They couldn't beat the EMT's... Get used to the EMT's being on top, because they'll be their for a long time, brother."

HS: "This teamwork could take them straight to the finals, which would mean we would have a new No Limits Champion."

(We see both men are very frustrated. They now look at Jai Williams who has just got to his feet. He begins to turn a circle, and he walks right into a spinebuster by Rawstarr. Shadows now executes a leg drop on him. Shadows now picks Jai Williams up and applies a reverse Cross powerbomb, as he gets ready to face plant his opponent Rawstarr applies the Raw Execution and helps take him down the rest of the way. We see Jai Williams nearly roll out of the ring. Jason Blake, however, pulls him the rest of the way out, and begins to stomp him. We now see Shadows apply the claw to Rawstarr out of frustration. He drives Rawstarr straight to the mat with it. Right beside Rawstarr, lays Jai Williams, who seems to be bleeding from the nose and mouth.)

HS: "Draven has turned on his partner."

FJ: "He's trying to do anything he can to win."

(We see Rawstarr stretch his leg across Jai and barely touch the ropes. Draven Shadows breaks the hold. As he does, he walks backwards and is caught off guard as AC Smith puts him into the Torture Rack. We hear Draven Shadows yelling in pain as he attempts to break free from the hold. The struggle continues as Jai Williams and Brody Knolan watch the battle of the two giant's. Eventually Shadows body falls limp and the referee signals that Draven Shadows is eliminated.)

HS: "Shadows was greed ended up costing him the match."

FJ: "I thought Shadows would win for sure. I'll pick Rawstarr now, because he had a good showing before Draven turned on him. Also, nobody else has more AWA experience than Rawstarr, so he's a shoe in to dethrone that Hellfire member, AC Smith."

HS: "The final four are in the ring."

FJ: "That also means we have four fine lumberjacks on the outside of the ring, once Draven recovers."

(As Rawstarr gets to his feet, he's met with the Stray Bullet superkick, which sends him backwards into the ropes. He falls forward onto his knees. We see Jai Williams quickly pick him up and nail Cloud N9ne evenflow DDT and go for the Cover. One... Two... Three...)

HS: "Rawstarr is eliminated. You were wrong again FRANK!"

FJ: "I'm not picking another wrestler."

HS: "Good, that means someone has to win the match."

FJ: "We now have five fine lumberjacks at the final three's disposal. Hopefully they use them."

(Brody Knolan quickly capitalizes, on the champion recovering from his battle with Draven, by nailing a spear. We see AC Smith grab his abdomen as he rolls over on his back. Brody quickly applies a choke hold. The referee begins counting. One... Two... Three... Four... Brody breaks the old. He then goes right back to the hold. One... Two... Three... Four... He breaks the hold again. We see Knolan finally use a hold that's legal, as he applies a bow and arrow. However, due to the extreme size of his opponent, he let's him go after a good thirty seconds. While his opponent laying on his stomach in pain, we see Brody Knolan qucikly apply a half Boston crab to the champion.)

FJ: "He's taking the three down, one chop at a time."

HS: "What?"

FJ: "He's working on the big man's legs so he can take him down to his size."

(We see Jai Williams just laying in a corner resting as he watches AC Smith struggle while heading to the ropes. We see Knolan doing his best, but the 6'8" Smith is just too large for his 200 lbs body to hold. The referee calls for a break. One... Two... Three... Four... Fiv. The referee gives another warning as Knolan sits back even more. The ref counts again. One... Two... Three... four... Knolan breaks the hold.)

HS: "Knolan was lucky to avoid a disqualification."

FJ: "He didn't know AC Smith was in the ropes."

HS: "And? That's still no excuse for what he just did."

FJ: "It's a perfect excuse. He was trying to eliminate someone... You have to be ruthless to do that, and that's just what he is."

HS: "He's crazy if you ask me."

(Knolan looks down as we see AC Smith on the ground in pain. We see him point to Jai Williams, and then point to AC Smith. Jai Williams agrees with whatever Knolan says. Williams and Knolan both pick Smith up. The hook him for a double suplex and connect it into the ring. We see Jai Williams now head to the top rope as Knolan lays into Smith with a couple of kicks, to keep the big man down. Williams comes off with a Swanton Bomb. He goes for the cover.)

HS: "That's Tha Drive By."

FJ: "What a kickout by AC Smith."

(We now see Brody Knolan get onto the top rope, only he comes off with a moonsault. We see him lay on top of Smith for the pin. One...Two... Smith barely gets a shoulder up. Jai Williams quickly picks AC Smith up and dumps him over the top rope while yelling, "You guys handle him." We see Brody Knolan quickly roll Jai Williams up. One... Two... Three.)

HS: "NOOOOOOOOOOOO! IT'S ONLY A TWO!"

FJ: "STOP SCREAMING!"

(We see Knolan look on his disbelief as an upset Jai Williams stands up. He quickly tries to lock up, but Knolan moves out of the way. As Williams turns around, he's lifted up to Knolan's shoulders. We see Knolan drop him with a Death Valley Driver. Knolan doesn't go for the pin, instead, he picks Jai Williams back up and nails a snapping suplex. He rolls through that, and nails another. He rolls through that and connects with a brainbuster this time. He covers Williams.)

HS: "It has to be over now."

FJ: "We have a new No Limits Champion."

(One... Two... Thr.)

HS: "Another big kickout. Jai Williams doesn't want to lose this thing."

(We take a peak on the outside and we see a five on one with AC Smith being beaten by all of them. In the ring, Knolan applies an STF, but Jai Williams leg was already under the ropes, so he's forced to break the hold. We see AC Smith finally get rolled back into the ring. Knolan looks even more upset than before as he picks Jai Williams up and nails a huge side russian leg sweep. We see Knolan pick Jai Williams up. Knolan nails a huge Psychotic Bomb, but again Williams leg lands into the ropes. He now drags Williams out into the middle of the ring. He climbs the turnbuckle.)

HS: "What's he doing here? This could be a mistake."

FJ: "Jai Williams won't stay down. I think he may be attempting Death is Inevitable."

HS: "For those of us who aren't looking at AWA Online, could you tell us what that is?"

FJ: "It's a front flip off the turnbuckle."

(We see Knolan jump off the turnbuckle, but to his surprise, he jumps right into the waiting arms of AC Smith who locks a bearhug in the center of the ring. We see Knolan fading fast. We also hear him screaming in pain. We see Knolan try to throw punches, but that just makes Smith squeeze even harder.)

FJ: "What a rookie mistake."

HS: "It wouldn't have been a mistake if this were a singles match."

FJ: "Is it?"

HS: "No..."

FJ: "My point exactly."

(We now see Knolan fade. The referee picks his arm up one time. It drops. The refree picks his arm up a second time. It drops. The refree picks his arm up a third time. It drops.)

HS: "We have another elimination at the hands of AC Smith. The champion has been dominating the eliminations in this match."

FJ: "Our sixth and final lumberjack has entered his territory. It's time to see who will be the AWA No Limits Champion."

(We see AC Smith double over in the pain his body is in as Knolan rolls out of the ring. As he gets up Jai Williams is waiting perched on the top rope.

HS: "TWO!"

FJ: "THREE!"

HS: "TWO!"

FJ: "THREE"

HS: "THE REF SIGNALS TWO!"

(We see Jai Williams now dump AC Smith over the top rope. The lumberjacks all begin to put the boots to AC Smith, who looks to be in a severe amount of pain. Jason Blake picks him up and rolls him back into the ring. As Jai Williams walks over to hit a piledriver, we see AC Smith flip Jai Williams over the top rope, and he lands in the crowd of all the wrestlers. A couple of them immediately get back up and begin stomping Jai Williams. We see they them roll him back into the ring. Smith waists no time pinning him. One... Two... Thr.)

HS: "He was able to kickout."

FJ: "Jai Williams doesn't have an ounce of quit left in his body."

(We see AC Smith pick Jai Williams up. He body slams him. After that, he drops a quickly elbow across the chest. He looks at the top rope.)

HS: "What's he going to do?"

FJ: "The big man is risking it all for the title."

(We see AC Smith scale the top rope. He jumps off and nails a Randy Savage type elbow. He covers Jai Williams. One... Two... Jai kicks out. We see the frustration of AC Smith as he now stands up, pulling Jai Williams with him. He Irish whips Jai Williams, and picks him up in a Military press position. He walks over from under it, with Williams landing stomach first on the mat. We see AC Smith hit the ropes and jump off nailing a huge splash.)

HS: "BIG APPLE ASSKICKER! IT'S OVER!"

(One... Two... Three...)

HS: "THREE!"

FJ: "TWO!"

HS: "THREE!"

FJ: "TWO! THE REF SIGNALS TWO!"

(AC Smith looks in disbelief because we all saw the referee's hand hit three times. However, what we didn't pay too much attention to was Brody Knolan walking by and pulling Jai Williams foot onto the bottom rope. We see AC Smith notice the foot on the rope, and then notice the smile on Brody Knolan's face. We see them begin to argue, with AC Smith actually going out to meet him. They begin trading right hands, with AC getting the best of him. We see AC Smith pick up Brody Knolan and Miltary Press him onto the guard rail. As he does this Rawstarr runs by, but he catches a huge Body Slam. Draven Shadows now makes his way over to AC Smith, the two giants look at each other. We see Draven throw a punch, but AC Smith ducks under it. We see AC pick Draven up, and ram his back into the ring post. As AC turns around, we see Jason Blake swing a steel chair, but Smith just takes a step back. The steel chair hits the ring post. As Jason Blake pulls the chair back for another go, AC Smith nails a huge running lariat, knocking him out on the mat. As David Lee walks around, he's met with a swinging neckbreaker onto the steel chair. Sean Styles has purched himself on the top rope. He jumps down, but he's caught by AC Smith. Smith drops him with a huge spinebuster on the ground.)

HS: "AC Smith just took out all the lumberjacks! That was impressive."

FJ: "He needs to focus more on retaining his title."

(Just as Frank says that we see Jai Williams nail a low blow. He now reaches under the ring and pulls out a a bag. He dumps the back on the ground, and we see Thumb tacks all over the ground. Jai smiles as the crowd boos.)

HS: "What's he going to do with those?"

FJ: "Something constructive."

(As AC Smith reaches his feet, we see Jai Williams take a couple of steps back, he turns his back to the thumb tacks and he suplex's AC Smith right into them. We see AC's body cringe in pain as Jai Williams stands back up. We see Jai quickly grab AC and roll him into the ring. We see AC quickly pop to his feet, trying to pull thumb tacks out. As he does that, we see Jai Williams jump off the top rope and land Pop Tha Trunk again. He covers AC Smith. One... Two... Three...)

HS: "This looks like a train wreck out here. We needs some HELP!

FJ: "I think AC Smith may have just been knocked out."

HS: "I agree. There's no way he's getting back up after all he's been put through. We need some HELP OUT HERE!"

FJ: "Stop calling for the Medics Summers. They walked in the arena on their own, so they should way out of the arena on their own.

(We cut to a commercial for "Clusterf*ck - The AWA's Nastiest Train Wrecks" DVD. Then we return into the arena. "Reload" by Rob Zombie begins to play over the PA system. The screen goes black with the text "The Paragon is Here!" in white on it. The crowd begins to make a bit of noise, but they are not sure how to react as they don't know who it is. White pyros start shooting up from the ramp a figure can be seen walking out from the entrance. The figure is rather tall, 6'5" tall, and a medium build. His body is pure perfection. His arms are extremely thick, looking like he could crush rocks with his bare hands. He is wearing what looks like an Armani suit. He is looking very confident The pyrotechnics stop, but the music is still going. The figure walks down the ramp and gets to the ring. He walks up the ring stairs and goes through the ropes. He has a microphone in his hand. He looks around at the crowd who, while they are making a little noise, are really quite silent, as they have no idea who this guy is. He gives a signal for everyone to be quiet and the music starts to fade out.)

UNKNOWN: "Alright be quiet. I have an announcement to make. Okay you ready? Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Fuse. Allow myself to introduce myself. My name is Larry Lansdowne. It is my great pleasure to introduce to you, the one, the only, the newest member of the AWA, the man who will rule you all. Weighing in at 260 lbs, at an incredible height of 6'5", from Melbourne, Australia, he comes to you after an extensive physical fitness regime, the master of The Paragonation, I present to you the 23" Pythons, "The Paragon" Larry Lansdowne!"

(Some members of the crowd give a little cheer and some even boo, but most people in the crowd don't do anything as they still don't know much about this character. The Paragon looks a bit amused by this.)

LANSDOWNE: "Oh come on. Is that how you should treat a specimen like me? The perfect body? Or is it that all you out there are just jealous that you don't have a body like this and can't get the girls like I do? Now I know, I'm the new guy here, I apparently don't have the experience like the others do in the AWA, and I shouldn't be going for the top straight away. Now all that is probably true, but really, I don't give a ."

(The crowd begins to boo a bit.)

LANSDOWNE: "Look at me, I mean really just look at me. There isn't a wrestler with a better body than me on the roster here. The girls go wild over me, that's why the guys are booing right now, you are just jealous and scared that I'm gonna steal your bitches away from you. But hey, don't worry, they aren't good enough for me. I need a real woman, one who has enough stamina to last with The Paragon."

(The crowd is getting even louder.)

LANSDOWNE: "Now then, before I continue, I just thought I would let you dumb arses out there in with a little secret. I reckon most of you wouldn't have a clue what Paragon means, so let me explain. A Paragon is model of excellence or perfection of a kind. Which basically describes me. Now before I came out here, my wonderful manager, told me I should be weary of the people in this federation, and that I should remember that most of them have been wrestling for many years, while I am only just beginning."

"I thought about that, but then I realised something. I don't pay him to think. He's there for two reasons, to book the matches and to make me money. He doesn't think for me and he doesn't tell me what to do. So screw his advice, I want a match, I want some fun and I want a title. Now I don't know any of the guys here, and I really don't have anything against them, except for one thing, they are in my way."

"I'm here for the prestige of the title, to go through as many people as possible, and basically cause as much havoc as I can. I don't care if you boo me, or cheer me, as long as you don't get in my way I'm happy. That title will be mine, all those freaks backstage think they have a chance now that I'm here, can go and get lost. Because remember, a Paragon is a perfect specimen, and, well, just look at me! I'm here, and I mean business, because you all fail to remember, Larry ain't a part of the business, he IS the Business!"

(With that he throws the microphone down, and "Reload" begins to play again. The crowd is booing as The Paragon walks out of the ring and up the ramp. The Paragon gets to the entrance, turns around and faces the crowd. He raises his hands in the air and gets booed even louder, he just laughs and turns his fists into flipping the bird and laughs again as he leaves the arena to massive boos. We transition to a shot of the announce position with Herb Summers and Frank Jackson side-by-side, sporting smiles from ear to ear…)

FJ: "What a night, Herbie! What a freakin' night!"

HS: "I couldn't agree more, Frank! So far, we've seen some very surprising developments! Everything from the fan voting to the actual outcomes of the matches have just been VERY intriguing, to say the least. I keep asking myself ‘what will happen next!?'"

FJ: "Yessir. With all that said, I PERSONALLY want to all of you peoples who voted and bought this Pay Per View, we here at the AWA say ‘thanks for the money, suckers!'"

HS: "That's righ…I mean, WHAT!?"

FJ: "Huh?"

HS: "…never mind. Just…let's go backstage. I'm being told Larry Porter is standing by with Jeff Christianson!"

(A few graphics for Vortex flash across the screen transitioning us from ringside to the backstage interview area. Once we get backstage, we see Larry Porter standing proudly with DW appearing beside him. We hear the crowd cheer as Larry speaks.)

LP: "Ladies and gentlemen, I have the leader of Hellfire right here with me. Jeff, it's good to see you again.""

DW: "It's good to see you too Larry."

LP: "We are moments away from seeing Jeff Christianson against the man who hired him back when he joined the LWA, Lars Fredrickson. Any final comments?"

DW: "Yes, actually I do have some final comments. Lars, both of us were very busy this week. We didn't have much time to focus on the match due to all the interviews I was doing. Lars, we don't have a need for talking tonight. Instead, we have the chance to settle our differences the old fashioned way. By way of either the Taipei Deathmatch, something I won two years ago in the debut of Vortex. We could settle it by you defending your Title. Or, we have the chance to settle it on a scaffold where you could throw your opponent not only to a loss, but due a permanent injury, or even death. But, let's not focus on the severe injuries, why don't we think about what the winner can gain. I know I'll be moving up on the contender's list for all titles. You, well... you'll just have another victory under your belt. You might move up on one or two lists."

LP: "Why did you decide to join Hellfire?"

DW: "It was easy really. I thrive in a group environment. I win a lot more titles when surrounded by a good group, than alone. Why? Because if you're alone you can't be taken advantage of. Many groups have shown that in the past. Eventually, the lone wrestler finally loses."

LP: "Jeff, Good luck on your match tonight."

DW: "You might want to save that for Lars... because tonight, I destroy the man who gave me my job."

(We see the arrogance of Jeff Christianson come out as we are treated to another transitional Vortex graphic. We go back to our announcers at ringside.)

HS: "Strong words from the leader of the newly formed Hellfire faction."

FJ: "Don't you mean ‘Hellfire Club?' Like in the X-Men books?"

HS: "Um…no. I'm pretty sure that they're just called Hellfire."

FJ: "Really?"

HS: "Yeah…"

(Meanwhile, Richard O. Dickinson III has grabbed the mic again.)

ROD: "Up next is a battle between two not-so-new talents, the incomparable Lars Fredrickson and the unbearable Jeff Christianson."

(Suddenly, ROD pauses and apparently waits for something to happen.)

HS: "Ummm, what is he doing?"

FJ: "Nothing."

HS: "I see that, jerk! But why?"

(After a few more moments and a solid round of boos, ROD finally speaks again.)

ROD: "Oh, I was just waiting for DW to come out here and either bring up some secret clause in his AWA contract or some sort of mysterious injury that unfortunately would prevent him from having to face 'The Man That May Just End Your Career'. But it doesn't seem like this is going to happen, surprisingly. So let's see what you idiots voted for."

(ROD looks at his computer's screen and the look on his face isn't too happy.)

ROD: "I knew you're idiots. At number 3 is the Scaffold Match. Number 2 is the Taipei Death Match. So tonight, in this very ring, Lars Fredrickson gets to defend his prestigious LWA Universal title in a No-DQ. Match!"

FJ: "NO!"

HS: "Yes! It will be a No-Disqualification LWA Universal Title match!"

FJ: "That's Bush League! If by some MIRACLE Christianson wins, then HE'LL be forever linked to the lineage of that titles and names like Erik Mustermann and Jean-Jacques Croissant! This is inexcusable!"

HS: "Oh, get over it, Frank!"

("Blood & Whiskey" by The Dropkick Murphy's hits over the Fleet Center PA System. The fans erupt in a chorus of heckling and boo's as the LWA Universal Champion, Lars Fredrickson, steps out from the back. Lars has his LWA Universal Title strapped tightly around his waist, which is exposed to us as he encourages the fans to keep booing as he laughs…)

HS: "There he is, Frank. The man who beat, of all people, Curiously Bruce for the LWA Universal Title."

FJ: "Yep. That belt is one of the most prestigious prizes this sport has, bar none! It's lineage is virtually unrivaled with it's first champion in John "Hellfire" Smith and such greats like "Big Chief" Tommy Hawk, Lee Wong from Hong Kong, The Mighty Cheeks, and "Big Boom" Tsherno Beal have ALL held the LWA Universal Title!"

HS: "Wait…WHO!?"

FJ: "What? You didn't do your homework for this match?"

HS: "WHAT HOMEWORK!? NONE of those wrestlers are real other than Curiously Bruce!"

FJ: "Uhh….no?"

(Lars, who is wearing a old faded "Manowar" t-shirt with the sleeves cut off with in cohesion with his usual ring gear, rips the belt from his waist and starts playing guitar with it smugly. The fans shower Lars with more boo's and he eats it up. Lars starts walking down the ramp to the ring, and at one point threatens to strike an eight year old kid. Lars laughs and makes his way to the ring steps, slowly and cockily making his way up each step. Finally, Lars steps onto the apron and gets into the ring and starts walking around the ring at a frantic pace, proudly displaying his LWA Universal Title above his head. The referee backs Lars into his corner and starts talking to him, presumably about the match…)

FJ: "What a CHAMPION we have in Lars Fredrickson!"

HS: "HE HASN'T EVEN DEFENDED THE BELT!"

FJ: "And? Don't start with that crap! Lars is one of…no he's THE greatest LWA Universal Champion EVER!

HS: "You know what, Frank? WHATEVER!"

FJ: "That's right! You can't argue with facts!"

(The lights go out suddenly in the Boston Fleet Center, and as they do, a huge white DW appears across the video screen. "Don't Body Yourself" by Nas and The Game blares over the PA and the crowd begins to cheer. We see a blue strobe light race throughout the arena, as well as clips throughout the career of Jeff Christianson. Suddenly, we see a huge pyro explosion on stage as the lights come back on. Standing under the DW is Jeff Christianson!

HS: "There he is, Frank! The leader of the Hellfire and former 3 time AWA World Heavyweight Champion, Jeff Christianson!"

FJ: "New intro for him, eh?"

HS: "And why not! I personally enjoy the new intro so far!"

FJ: "I was always partial to Jimmy "James" Doe's intro back when he was LWA Uni Champ."

HS: "Jimmy Doe…what are you talking about!? There never WAS a Jimmy Doe!!!"

FJ: "Sure there was! Check the history books, Herb! The SECOND EVER reign in LWA Universal Championship history was Jimmy Doe so suck on that!"

(Jeff Christianson has a stern look on his face as he starts to walk to the ring in his red and white jumpsuit. Jeff Christianson's eye are noticeably locked on Lars as he makes his way to the ring. DW slaps a couple of hands on the way down the ramp and once he reaches the ring apron, he jumps up on it, and then walks around to the side. He turns around and throws his hood off. He smiles for a couple of pictures and then steps through the ropes. Christianson walks over to the other side, and jumps up on the turnbuckle, holding his arms up before glancing back at Lars Fredrickson, who is trying to spit on him. He hops town, and takes his jumpsuit off. The referee backs Jeff up into his corner. The referee calls for the bell and both men immediately step out from their corner and quickly start circling the ring around one another. DW quickly rushes at Lars with a haymaker, but Lars backs up and spits in Christianson's face! Lars tries laughing about it, but Jeff doesn't give him the chance as he clubs Lars alongside the face! Lars fires back! Jeff answers in kind! Back and forth with punches now until Lars boots DW in the gut and sends him into the ropes. Lars leapfrogs over DW but telegraphs the sliding go-under. DW kicks Lars in the face and this time, Christianson sends Lars to the ropes! Jeff tries to pick the leg of Lars, but Lars dropkicks DW in the face instead! The fans let out a collective "AHH!" at the sound of the move as it echoed throughout the arena! Lars turns his back to DW and starts playing up to the fans, encouraging them to boo him.)

FJ: "What is the Champ doing!?"

HS: "This is a big-time mistake! You simply DO NOT turn your back on someone like Jeff Christianson, no matter HOW cocky you are!"

FJ: "OH NO! Jeff's up to his feet!"

(Jeff is indeed up to his feet and is poised and waiting for Lars to turn around. As the fans cheer, Lars figures that something is up and turns and gets met with a HUGE European Uppercut that completely floors Lars and he lands on his ass! Jeff starts violently stomping at Lars and Lars wisely rolls to the outside of the ring, trying his best to escape! Lars DOES get to the floor but DW is right behind him! Lars immediately blocks a punch attempt from DW and the two again go punch for punch! Lars seemingly gets the advantage as DW steps back a few feet reeling near the guardrail. A security official leaves his chair and DW grabs it quickly and THWACK! Lars takes the black steel chair to the top of the head! Lars doesn't fall, but he is definitely in pain as he tries reeling away from "Dark Warrior!")

FJ: "OW!"

HS: "I couldn't agree more!"

(DW follows up on Lars and grabs him by the belt and ponytail and hurls him into the steel guardrail! Lars connects with a sickening thud and comes up holding the back of his head. Christianson grabs the chair he had earlier and sets it up near the slumped over Lars Fredrickson and takes a few steps back before charging and leaping off the chair and onto Lars, connecting with a Spinning Wheel Kick! DW looks to have connected with the steel rail, too, and both men take a breather!)

HS: "WOW! What innovation by Christianson!"

FJ: "Who can blame him, Herbie! Who WOULDN'T want the LWA Universal Title!?"

(Jeff is the first one up and he quickly starts shaking off the effects of the high-risk move. Jeff rolls himself into the ring and starts playing to the fans momentarily. Lars, surprisingly, gets himself up and he ALSO rolls himself into the ring. DW, surprised by this, hits Lars with a Running Double Axe Handle and covers. The ref counts but only a two!)

HS: "I'll give Lars Fredrickson credit, Frank! When he WANTS to, he can be as good as, if not better than ANYONE this business has to offer!"

FJ: "You'll get no argument from me, Herb. Lars is good times. Plus, the kid has heart! Did you see him pull himself back into the ring and back into this match? OUTSTANDING!"

(DW is quick to drag Lars center ring and applies a Fujiwara Armbar! Lars scrambles and grabs the ropes. Although not required, Jeff does break the hold. Lars tries pulling himself up, and DW connects with a stiff kick to the jaw of Lars! DW follows up with a solid right punch and that sees Lars back himself up into the corner. Christianson Headbutts Lars before sending him to the opposite corner. Lars connects chest first and stumbles backwards. DW rushes in and hit's the ropes before dropping Lars with a devastating Clothesline! Another cover by Christianson and another two count as Lars kicks out.)

HS: "Lars almost got decapitated!"

FJ: "He needs to get this match going in his favor and quickly! Think about the history books, Lars! Do it for the LINEAGE, damn it!"

(DW gets to his feet and quickly stomps the chest of Lars. DW goes to the ring apron now and awaits Lars to get to his feet. DW climbs the turnbuckle and finally, Lars IS to his feet and Jeff leaps with a Missile Dropkick and Lars swats him aside and DW hit's the mat hard! DW tries pulling himself up quickly, but Lars is ready and hit's the ropes, rebounding and connects DW with a SICK Yakuza kick! Lars takes a second to catch his breath before sending himself to the ropes again and tumbling before hitting a standing shooting star press! Lars rolls off holding his gut, but DW definitely looks to be in more pain as he's clutching his ribs…)

FJ: "Jesus freakin' Christ! Did you see that!?!"

HS: "Unbelievable! He somersaults and THEN hit's a standing shooting star! AMAZING!"

(Lars finally covers and only gets two as DW is able to get his shoulder up. Lars shrugs his shoulders and quickly gets to his feet, kicking DW in the head and brings him to his feet as well before dumping him into the nearby corner with some forearm shots and a kick to the gut. Lars sends DW out of the corner, but Christianson counters and sends Lars into the corner! DW charges in and catches Lars' boot to the face which sends him backtracking, holding his jaw! Lars looks back at DW and sees a chance to strike! Lars hops up to the top rope with ease…but DW was playing possum and pushes Lars off the top and into the first row in the Fleet Center!!! A loud "holy shit!" chant breaks out as DW collapses to a knee, regaining his composure…)

HS: "What a match so far!"

FJ: "Is Lars DEAD!?"

HS: "He came off the top HARD and onto the fans in the first row here in Boston! He CAN'T be feeling good, that's for sure!"

(DW finally has his wits about him and exit's the ring to pursue Lars Fredrickson. DW climbs over the steel barricade and finds Lars crawling down an aisle, trying to find an exit. DW stalks him for a while, letting him think he's getting away before he kicks Lars in the back! DW Headbutts Lars and grabs him by his ponytail to the top of the first floor of the fleet center! Fans are crowding around and being held back by security as DW grabs a chair and sets it up near a kneeling Lars. DW takes a few steps back and explodes and DRILLS Lars with a dropkick off the chair! Lars goes tumbling down a few nearby stairs, but is stopped accidentally by some fans! DW is slow to his feet, but does catch up with Lars and drags him back up the stairs, AGAIN by his ponytail. Lars and DW push through a curtain and now find themselves in the concession area of the Fleet Center!)

HS: "This is NOT a good move by DW! This isn't a Falls Count Anywhere match, Frank! He needs to get Lars back into the ring and pin him!"

FJ: "Good point! LARS! Stay outside the ring!!!"

(Jeff slams Lars face-first into a Merch table, but somehow, Lars gets a second wind and elbows DW in the gut! Lars falls to his knees and hits DW with a low blow for good measure before tossing DW on the table! Lars follows suit and hits his Lower Eastside Leg Drop on DW and both go crashing through the table! Lars gets up and starts doing a mock-Hogan posedown! The fans in the arena, watching on the AWA-Tron, start booing mercilessly! Lars smiles as he grabs a chair from the now-destroyed merch table. Lars jabs DW in the gut with the head of the chair before setting it up and hitting a step-up turnaround moonsault off of the chair!!)

HS: "These guys don't know the MEANING of quit!"

FJ: "Whoa! Herb! Are you saying they're stupid or something? That's not cool, man!"

HS: "WHAT!? No! I was jus…you know what? Never mind, Frank!"

(Lars mounts DW and starts pounding away at him in the debris with punch after punch! Lars finally has enough punching as he shakes off his hand as he brings DW up with his other hand. Lars kicks DW in the gut and tosses him into a nearby door that reads "authorized personnel only!!!" DW hit so hard that the door coincidentally opened up! Lars backs up and sprints at DW, trying to Ole kick his head through the door…but Jeff is wise to it and with his last bit of strength, trips Lars and Lars tumbles through the door and down a LARGE flight of stairs! DW pushes through the doors and, oddly enough, they lock behind him. DW looks behind him at the locked door, and shrugs it off.)

HS: "This match is shortening careers, Frank!"

FJ: "Lars hit EVERY friggin' concrete step on the way down, to what I'm being told is the parking garage!"

HS: "And we heard the door lock behind Jeff Christianson! They need to find another way back to the ring now!"

(Jeff grabs the handrail and pulls himself up to his feet and slowly limps down the stairs to the seemingly unconscious Lars. DW, after a good minute or so, makes it to the bottom and hovers over the limp body of Lars. DW deadlifts Lars from the ground and sets him on top of a nearby Ford Contour. Jeff starts looking around and then…he finds it! A semi truck! Jeff limps his way over to the truck and slowly ascends it to the top. Finally, at the top, Jeff takes a deep breath and leaps, crashing onto the side of Lars with a frog splash! DW's eyes bug and he grabs his knee after it hit the hood awkwardly! Lars' body slowly slides off the car and thuds below on the concrete parking garage.)

HS: "What madness we are seeing in this match!"

FJ: "This might be the greatest LWA Universal Title match that I've EVER seen."

HS: "Wha…you know what, I won't even dignify that with an answer, Frank. These two men are literally KILLING themselves in this match and all you can do is crack wise about the LWA Universal Title, which isn't even a real belt by the way!"

FJ: "Whoa! Isn't REAL!? That wasn't the LWA Universal Title Lars came to the ring with tonight?"

HS: "Well…"

FJ: "Shut up! I just owned you! Get into it!"

(To EVERYONE'S surprise, Lars has started to pull himself up by the hood of the Contour while DW just watches from the top of the same car. Lars starts slowly getting away, but DW's knee is in such pain that once he gets off the car, it buckles! Lars swipes his hand below his nose and sees that it's bleeding, and he just blows off the match and starts walking to a limo, which is running. The driver immediately runs out of the driver's seat and opens the limo door for Lars. Jeff Christianson sees what's happening, but can't really stop it. DW starts yelling "LARS!!!" but it does no good as Lars gets inside of the Limo and the driver slams the door shut. The driver scurries to the driver's seat and starts driving away.)

HS: "Wait…did Lars just leave the arena!?"

FJ: "BRILLIANT!!!"

(DW slams his fists on the cold concrete floor and grabs the mirror on the driver side of the Ford Contour and pulls himself up. Jeff watches the Limo slowly retreat and Jeff swears under his breath…until he tries the door handle on the Ford which is supporting his weight. Jeff smiles as it opens. Jeff crawls inside and starts digging around under the seat, hoping to find keys. Jeff checks the visor and like clockwork, they fall into this lap. Jeff smiles and puts the key into the ignition and starts up the car. Jeff slams the door shut and peels out in pursuit of Lars Fredrickson. We head back to the ring…)

HS: "So…is that it?"

FJ: "I would imagine so. Like you said, if they aren't in the ring, then there can't be a pinfall or submission to warrant a title change!"

(The referee calls for the bell in the ring and throws the match out, ruling the match a NO CONTEST!)

HS: "Well, there you have it folks! In what WAS a great match, left the ring and turned into a VERY memorable brawl has NOW been ruled a NO CONTEST by the head AWA referee!"

FJ: "Sooo…Lars retains, right?"

HS: "Yes. That's right."

FJ: "I can live with it, then! The LWA Universal Title's lineage remains untainted! HOORAY!"

HS: "I'm being told that there is a situation at Boston Harbor, a few short miles away from this very building. Let's see what's going on!"

(We're currently at a dock in the harbor. No ships are here at the moment, and we can't see much in the distance. However, the camera rumbles as a giant U-Haul truck makes its way closer and closer. It stops, and we see Quade deSade jump out of the driver's seat. He goes to the back of the truck, and carries out that monstrous iron maiden!)

HS: "OH MY GOD, FRANK! Quade deSade is at Boston Harbor and has that iron maiden, as well as its cargo, Andreas Lasiewicz!"

FJ: "This ranks right up there with some of the most brutal attacks I've ever seen! And part of me loves it!"

HS: "FRANK!

(Quade looks over at the camera, forms a sick, twisted smile, and pushes the iron maiden into the cold, cold waters of Boston! The crowd is in shock as the truck drives away!)

HS: "Ladies and gentlemen...uh...we may have just seen the very end of Andreas Lasiewicz. That casket, that Iron Maiden that was holding him, was just dumped into Boston Harbor."

FJ: "I guess it really is a casket for Lasiewicz now. Look on the bright side. He'll have plenty of tea to drink! They drink tea in Poland, right?"

HS: "Frank, you make me sick. Let's get back to the ROD!"

(We cut back to Richard O. Dickinson III, who is shooting Herb a nasty look for calling him that name.)

ROD: "You certainly know all about rods, don't you, Summers? After all, like much of the male population of this poor excuse for a city, you are pro-C.O.C.K., am I right?"

"Anyway, thankfully, Mr. Lars Fredrickson has retained his prestigious LWA Universal title after this defense against Dork Warrior. Another title will be on the line up next, as AWA Cruiserweight Champion Jayson 'Misery' Price takes on the former Champion, '1-2-3, KO are thee' Orlando Ortega. I wonder if OOO's begging has helped him any, but knowing you morons out there on your computers, I'm sure it did. Let's see..."

(ROD presses a button his notebook.)

ROD: "Yep. Number 3 best-of-three-falls, number 2 Iron Man, and number 1 Hair vs. Mask!"

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

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

(Orange smoke begins to billow from the entranceway as the fans wait anxiously in anticipation. As the first verse begins, Orlando Ortega suddenly leaps through the cloud with a rolling senton. He rolls through and pops to his feet, spreading his arms wide. The crowd is ina frenzy as OOO makes his way to the ring, his attire slightly different as he wears a pair of Spats and the Traditional OOO cowboy hat. As he makes his way to the ring he slaps the hands of the fans along the entrance way. He reaches the ring and hops quickly up on the apron and then grabbing the top rope OOO flips forward into the ring and as he lands he again extends his arms outward. The music begins to fade and OOO Stands ready, staring up the ramp waiting for Jayson Price to appear.)

HS: "Well Ortega looks ready here, this could turn into a hell of a match with the ability of these two men."

FJ: "Yeah, and with the Hair versus Mask stipulation added it gives them the added motivation."

HS: "As if the Cruiserweight Title was not enough"

FJ: "Think about this, if Price loses, not only does he loose his title, but he has to take of the mask that he hides behind."

HS: "I think that OOO losing his hair likely has that young man worried as well."

FJ: "I bet he will look like a penis with a shaved head!"

HS: "I apologize for that ladies and gentlemen, My colleague has a hard time acting appropriate. Not to mention that this match has not even started and you already have Price as the winner."

FJ: "So, I do what I feel like, and that is what makes me better than you!"

HS: "I see!"

("Where Do You Draw The Line" by From Autumn To Ashes begins to play and moments later Jayson Price steps out onto the ramp to the dismay of the capacity crowd. Price has a smirk on his face as he surveys the crowd. He then tightens the black mask on his face and makes his way to the ring not bothering with the taunting fans as he moves. As Price reaches the bottom of the entrance ramp he stops looking up at Ortega who stares back at him intently. Price looks on as OOO removes his Cowboy hat to reveal a large white bandage wrapped numerous times around his head. Price sees this and smirks at OOO with the typical Jayson Price jaded smile. OOO makes his way back allowing Price to enter the ring. Price hands the cruiserweight title to the ref who raises it in the air. OOO then places his cowboy hat over the ring post and turns his attention back to Price as the ref calls for the bell.)

HS: "This one is underway, Jayson Price vs Orlando Ortega, cruiserweight title on the line."

FJ: "Yeah along with Jayson Prices mask and Ortega's hair!"

HS: "Thats right, the wonder of Vortex has lead us down the path of a hair versus mask match!"

(The two men come together and lock up, however the lockup only last momentarily as Ortega goes behind into a waist lock. This lasts only a split second before Price is able to slip loose and duck in behind catching OOO in a Hammer Lock. Price holds this only momentarily before OOO swings and elbow and misses, but with OOO off balance Price drops down and sweeps the legs of Ortega out from under him. Ortega lands on his back and Price goes for a leg drop, but before he can hit OOO kips up and Price hits the mat. Price then climbs back to his feet and the two lock up again. This time it is Price with the quick go behind right into a hammer lock. Price then drops down into an arm wringer which he wrenches in on for a moment. Ortega however quickly rolls forward releaving the pressure and causing Price to let go. OOO then sweeps the legs of Price from under him and goes for a leg drop of his own, however Price is able to kip up just before the move connects and OOO Hits the mat. OOO gets quickly back to his feet and the two men stare each other down as the crowd cheer wildly for this display of technical wrestling.)

HS: "The crowd loving that great wrestling display between these two men."

FJ: "Yeah, well don't expect them to keep it up, one of them will break the rules real soon, that is just the way things go."

HS: "I hate to agree, but knowing Jayson Price like I do, and to a slightly lesser extent Orlando Ortega, I am sure the rules will be tossed out the window atelast a little bit."

(The two men come together again and are about to lock up when Price hesitates and delivers a stiff kick right to the midsection of Ortega who doubles over. This gives Price the advantage and he goes with it quickly maneuvering behind Ortega and taking him down with a Russian legsweep. Price then begins to work his ground game quickly locking Ortega in a head scissors. Ortega struggles to get loose, but we can see quickly thta Price has a good hold on him. Price however chooses to release the hold and even pull the groggy Ortega back to his feet. But he does not leave him up for long as he quickly scoops him up and delivers a body slam taking Ortega out again. Price then follows up the body slam with a quick but sharp leg drop then rolls over grabbing a leg for the cover 1..............................2........................ Kick Out!)

HS: "Well it looks like Jayson Price wants to keep Orlando Ortega down and keep him from moving around too much."

FJ: "I don't blame him, Ortega flops around too much, it is not only dangerous for Price to have him up and about, but it is annoying for the rest of us!"

HS: "You never cease to amaze me. Jayson Price has things under his control here and looks very relaxed, this could be a bad sign early for Mr Ortega and his quest to regain the Cruiserweight Title."

(Price sticks with the ground game after the near fall as he quickly pulls OOO to a seated position and applies a chin lock while at the same time pressing his left knee into the spinal column of Ortega who winces from the pain. Price continues to apply the pressure and the position of the move makes it hard for Ortega to mount any sort of counter. However again Price allows Ortega to get out of the hold and quickly pulls him to his feet. Price backs OOO into the near corner where he softens him up with a series of chops before sending him across the ring to the far corner. Price charges across following Ortega, but as OOO reaches the corner he is able to grab the top rope and push himself into the air and Price runs underneath him. Price is able to stop before hitting the turnbuckle and as Ortega comes down behind him Price is faster and nails a mule like kick to the midsection of Ortega which doubles him over. Price then turns around and drops OOO with a DDT which he follows up with a quick cover 1..........................2..................................... Kick Out!)

HS: "That was close, Orlando Ortega is in real trouble here, he needs to turn this around in a real hurry or this one is going to be over."

FJ: "Yeah, and not only would Price keep the Title, but OOO would have to lose all that stupid looking hair. A double win in my eyes!"

HS: "Well, Orlando Ortega is a very accomplished competitor, and I would certainly not count him out yet."

(Price glares at the ref for a moment before going back to work on the ground as he locks in a side headlock on OOO who is in a seated position. Price twists on the head of Ortega, but as he does we can hear the crowd begin to get behind Ortega which seems to spurr him on. Ortega begins to fight and quickly finds himself back to a vertical basis which allows him to nails a series of three elbows to the ribs of Price that causes the release of the hold. Ortega takes off running toward the ropes but Price is able to grab his arm and pull him back toward him. Price swings looking for a short clothesline, but OOO ducks and stops his momentum then nails Price with a super kick and as he connects both men fall to the mat.) (

HS: "Well, that sure stopped Prices momentum, great instincts from Ortega may have just put him right back in this one."

FJ: "Yeah, well the way it looks to me they are both down, he might not even find an advantage out of this."

HS: "Thats true, but it may be just what the doctor ordered here."

(The ref looks at the two downed superstars and begins to count 1...................................2...................................3......................... Both men begin to stir, Price however a little slower than Ortega who is using the ropes 4.........................................5.............................................6 Price is almost to his feet as is OOO and both reach at around the same time which ends the refs count at 7. Price moves in on OOO arms raised ready for a double axhandle on OOO who is bent over slightly. But before Price can lower the boom OOO sends his foot into Price's midsection then jumps nailing him with a high impact DDT. OOO obviously still groggy pulls himself to his feet after the DDT and then pulls Price up as well. Price is almost out on his feet and thus provides no resistance to OOO backing him into the ropes. OOO lands a series of violent chops which creates a frenzy in the crowd. After the fourth chop lands OOO whips Price to the ropes and then meets him mid ring upon his return leveling the Cruiserweight Champ with a text book drop kick. OOO Quickly grabs the leg of Price and hooks for a cover and the ref slides into position for the count 1........................2...................................... Kick Out!)

HS: "We were an eyelash away from having a new Cruiserweight Champion right there, and now it is Price who is in trouble. Ortega is looking very good right now."

FJ: "Don't count out Jayson Price, he is a veteran and obviously still has a series of tricks up his sleeve, he will not give up easily, especially with his mask on the line."

HS: "That I can not even try to argue, Price will fight to the bitter end!"

(OOO stays on Price as he begins to work a ground attack locking in an armbar which creates instant pain for Price, but he manages to hold out and reach the ropes. OOO continues the attack without relent as he pulls Price up to his feet and nails him with a couple of right hands. OOO then backs him into the corner where he again delivers a series of violent chops before climbing to the second rope and delivering a tornado DDT on Price. OOO scrambles over and quickly hooks the leg and the ref a little slow getting into position makes the count 1...........................2........................................... Kick Out!)

HS: "Another near fall, this one is starting to heat up now, both men are showing signs of fatigue, but who will be the first to crack?"

FJ: "I really dont want to see Ortega win this, I mean who knows what Price looks like under that mask, he could be frightfully scary."

HS: "Oh would you stop it!"

(OOO wastes no time questioning the ref, instead he quickly climbs back to his feet bringing the still very groggy nearly unconcious Price with him. OOO then continues with his technical assault locking Price into a well done abdominal stretch. OOO works it perfectly and it shows through the pained expression on the face of Price. Price looks almost as if he has had enough when he is able to get his leg out of the hook of Ortega and drape it over the bottom rope. The ref see's this and turns his attention to Ortega who is looking the other direction trying to get maximum stretch. Ortega quickly releases the hold, but with the ref on the far side of the man Price takes advantage and delivers a low blow on Ortega which cripples him and both Price and Ortega are down as the ref looks on confused.)

HS: "They call it the great equalizer for a reason, and it sure equalized the match for Price."

FJ: "I told you he was full of surprises Summers, what a great veteran move."

HS: "I Don't see anything great about that move."

FJ: "Not if you are Orlando Ortega, but I thought it was quite well done, and I am sure Jayson Price thinks the same."

(Price is first to move and as he gets up his focus is clear as he begins to work the knee of OOO. He delivers a series of knee drops to the inside of the left leg of OOO, which he follows up with a series of elbow drops to the same knee. Then with a pained expression on the face of the columbian Price drags him over to the ropes where he rests OOO's left ankle on the middle rope then straddles the leg and drops with all of his weight onto the knee of OOO. Ortega instantly grabs the knee with a look of excrutiating pain, but Price is relentless and again rests the ankle on the rope and again drops all of his weight.)

HS: "Jayson Price is trying to do some serious damage to the left knee of Orlando Ortega here, it has been a while since I have seen such a vicious Jayson Price, this does not bode well for Mr Ortega and his hair."

FJ: "It is brilliant Summers, if OOO can't walk, he can't fly, wonderful game plan, and that is why he is a former World Champion."

(Price quickly pulls Ortega away from the ropes and applies a figure four leg lock. OOO grimaces obviously very close to giving in. The ref moves in and asks, but Ortega replies with a loud and determined NO! Price continues to apply pressure causing OOO to nearly loose conciousness resulting in a pinning predicament 1................................2................................. OOO gets his shoulders up. Price continues to wrench in on the hold causing OOO to scream in pain. It looks almost as if OOO is ready to giv e up when he begins to pull himself on his back toward the ropes. Price tries to pull him back out but before he can OOO grabs onto the bottom rope causing the breaking of the hold.)

HS: "What resolve from Ortega, he would not give up, what heart from this kid."

FJ: "Oh he got lucky, another second or two and this match would have been over, whether you choose to admit it or not."

HS: "Well that is not the case now, and Ortega is still alive."

FJ: "For now!"

(Price looks very displease as a look of anger forms on his face. He moves over to OOO who is clutching his knee and begins savagely delivering right hands to the bandaged forehead of his fallen opponent. Price stops for a moment only to pull the white bandage from the head of OOO exposing the wound which has already begin to bleed once again. Price then bandage gone goes back to work with right hands to the now open forehead of Ortega. After fifteen or so hard right hands Price climbs to his feet pulling the bloody and groggy Ortega up as well. Price whips Ortega to the corner and begins in after him, OOO hits the corner back first and stumbles out. Price swings looking for a clothesline, but OOO out of instinct ducks and price runs into the corner. Price goes to turn but as he goes the instincts of OOO act again and he nails Price with another super kick knocking him to the mat. OOO is still groggy and falls to one knee wiping the blood from his face. He then turns and a strange look finds his face as he sees Price out of it in a seated position in the corner. OOO climbs to his feet energized and heads to the corner opposite price where he grabs the cowboy hat from the ring post. As he does this the crowd knowing what is coming is alive and on their feet. OOO then sprints across the ring jumping and landing on Price delivering a wild Bronco Buster and playing the crowd.)

HS: "BRONCO BUSTER ON PRICE!"

FJ: "I hate that move, now I remember why this nut case bugs me so much."

HS: "Ortega is getting fired up, we have seen this before, as tired as he has to be he has found a second wind, but can he finish Price off?"

(OOO energized takes the match to Price nailing a series of hard left hands before pulling him back to his feet. He then works a few more lefts then nails a boot to the midsection and follows with a double arm DDT. He then rolls Price to his back reaches back hooking the leg for the cover 1....................2......................Kick Out!)

HS: "Two and Three Quarters, Price just gets the shoulders up."

FJ: "Come on Jayson, don't let this freak take your title, come on!"

(OOO again wastes no time getting to his feet. He quickly drops and elbow to the chest of Price then rises to his feet and heads for the corner. He climbs to the top with the crowd in a frenzy and leaps looking for corkscrew Senton, but at the last possible moment Price rolls to the left and OOO lands hard on his back. Again this leaves both men down and out. The ref looks at both wrestlers before starting his count 1.......................................2......................................3...................................4 Price is first to stir, but he seems very groggy and OOO is now beginning to move as well 5.......................................6....................................... Price to one knee, and OOO is using the ropes for leverage to get back to his feet 7..............................................8 on eight both men reach their feet and move toward the other. They trade a series of punches a right here a left there, before Price is able to gain an advantage. Price quickly whips OOO to the ropes and ducks looking for a back drop but instead OOO is able to float over in a sunset flip holding on for a cover 1...............................2................................ Price then finishes the rotation out of the pin and then flips forward into a bridge pin of his own 1.....................................2.............................. OOO shows great strength pushing up with a bridge putting both men back at a vertical basis as they stare each other down the crowd again goes nuts.)

HS: "What a match, at this late stage both men exhausted they can still come up with action like that, HELL YEAH, and the crowd obviously appreciates it as well."

FJ: "Even I am impressed, OOO having lost all that blood, and Price on the recieving end of so much punishment, and to still fight this hard."

HS: "The fans are getting their moneys worth out of this one, who is going to be able to finish the other man off, we may be here all night!"

(Sensing the urgency of the match the two again begin to trade punches, this time with Ortega getting the advantage and backing Price up to the ropes and whipping him across. OOO then hits the perpindicular ropes and he and Price meet mid ring with OOO delivering a flying forearm which takes Price down. OOO quickly covers 1....................................2....................................... Kick Out. OOO pulls Price to his feet and goes for a suplex, but Price is able to block. OOO again goes for a suplex, but again Price blocks, and this time Price is able to get the suplex off and he floats over for the cover 1...................................2............................. Kick Out)

HS: "What action, I love it, this is still anybodies game!"

(Price looking to seize the moment lifts OOO back to his feet and lowers OOO's head between his legs. Price then lifts the much smaller Ortega up into a powerbomb position, but as he is about to deliver the powerbomb OOO is able to shift and pull Price over into a hurricanranna. OOO hangs on and reaches back grabbing both of Price's legs the ref slides into position and counts 1..........................................2.......................................3!)

HS: "He got it, Ortega got the three count, we have a new champion, and listen to this crowd!"

FJ: "Damn you Ortega."

(Ortega releases the hold as the ref goes to get the cruiserweight belt from ringside. He grabs the belt and returns handing it to Ortega who raises it high into the air to the response of the crowd. OOO then turns his attention to Price who is now back on his feet staring at the new Cruiserweight champ. Ortega makes a motion to Price to take off the mask and at first Price is not ready to do so as he looks around. This sparks a "TAKE IT OFF" chant from the crowd.)

FJ: "I hope they are just talking about the mask, if not, these people are sick!"

HS: "I am sure that is all it is Frank, it is you who is sick. Price lost, he needs to live up to his end of the bargain and take off the mask, it is the right thing to do."

(Price finally gives in and he removes the mask revealing his face to the world. Ortega does not make any real motion and the look on his face remains the same as Price tosses the mask to the mat and exits the ring staring the new Cruiserweight Champion in the face as he leaves. OOO celebrates some more with his regained title belt, before we cut to a commercial for Springs And Breaks, coming next month on pay-per-view from Edmonton, Alberta, Canada. We return inside the Fleet Center where the lights goes off and "Right To Censor" by Fifty Stars Anger start as projectors scan the crowd. Jeff comes down the ring with a large Quebec flag. He climbs the ring and stretch. Jeff then walks over to his corner, placing the Quebec flag against the steps. He picks up a microphone.)

FJ: "Woah, I'm surprised he's not walking out like he did."

HS: "Shut up Frank, he's about to speak."

(Xtreme Jeff brings the microphone up to his lips and is about to say a word but nothing comes out. He looks at the crowd who start to boo. Xtreme Jeff looks around and realise that more and more fans are booing him.)

FJ: "I can't believe he's wasting our valuable air time."

HS: "Maybe he's just shy?"

(The fans continue on booing as Xtreme Jeff start to be looking amused by the reaction. He smirks)

XTJ: "C'est vraiment tout ce que vous avez?!"

(A mixed crowd reaction occurs as Xtreme Jeff can't help but smile.)

XTJ: "Quand même, vous pensiez que je vais m'exprimer comme vous. Je m'exprime dans la langue de Molière. But maybe you lowlife are just too dumb to understand a word of what I'm saying. So without wasting anytime I introduce to you my new personal assistant. The lovely Mrs. Anastasia."

(As if on cue, Xtreme Jeff theme song hits as a lovely 5'3", 105 lbs., black hair, punk looking girl comes out to the ring. Jeff holds the ropes for her and hands her the microphone.)

ANASTASIA: "Hello Boston! Now I know you must be wondering who I am. Well that's simple. I'm that big guy girlfriend. And from now on I'll be his personal assistant. Whenever he has something to say I'll translate it to you, since you're too stupid to understand OUR mother tongue."

(She hands back the microphone to Jeff)

XTJ: "You get this, from now on I won't have to lower myself to speaking your filthy language. She'll do the job."

(The crowd cheers as Jeff stares at Anastasia.)

XTJ: "You really think that I would allow my girlfriend to do this dirty job? Well I guess I was right, you Americans are low lifers. Now let me introduce to you the real translator. Mr. Tristan Abel. "

(A skinny man carrying a microphone walks down the ramp to the ring.)

XTJ: "Bon, maintenant que monsieur Abel est ici je vais pouvoir finalement vous dire mes salutations pour la soiree."

TRISTAN : "Now that Mr. Abel is here it is time for me to go."

(Jeff leaves the ring.)

HS: "Right now we have a video package that recaps the United States championship feud that has been brewing for the last month of so between Terry James and Logan Alexander."

(The scene fades to black and all goes quiet.)

TERRY: "The question is…what titles should we take? I guess we'll have to find out this weekend. Hopefully, for whoever holds the belts, Low is the one to give us that information. Otherwise, we'll have to decide ourselves…"

(Shots of John Williams, Logan Alexander, Jayson Price, and Quade DeSade are shown at the time with their respective titles.)

TERRY: "I can already picture another title lying right there..."

(The Canucks finally look up to the camera once more. It zooms in on Terry.)

TERRY: "The question is: who's the one that's going to lose that title when I beat them for it?"

(The camera switches to a view of Logan Alexander's dressing room and we can see that he is on the floor, motionless and bleeding badly. EMT's rush in and do a quick bandage job before getting him on a stretcher and rushing him out of the room. This reveals something on the floor. A message is written in blood. It reads: ‘FIRST BLOOD!')

TERRY: "You saw what happened to that punk, Logan Alexander. It was no coincidence. I've been thinking to myself about which singles title I want to get first and that United States championship belt caught my eye. It's probably one of the greatest American things in the world, although that's not saying much at all. So, Low, why don't you do something useful and give me a shot at the title."

(The screen goes black for a few moments.)

LOGAN: "Right now this championship means a lot to me. And after some recent events, which I will address in a while, I see that many other hopefuls have their eyes on it as well."

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

LOGAN: Now… "when I mentioned some other hopefuls the ones who seem to have wanted to position themselves right at the front of the line are the Canucks… I caught their comments a few weeks back."

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

LOGAN: "But you two had better keep your eyes open, because you'll both get yours soon enough, and if you're both really lucky it might just end there… but don't count on it."

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

(Again the screen goes black.)

TERRY: "Logan Alexander. It's quickly becoming a great name in the AWA. He has been defending his US championship for a few weeks now. Sounds pretty good, eh? Well, it is. However, it's nothing compared to the reign of The Canucks over the tag team division. Not only has our reign been three times as long, it has also been against MUCH harder opponents. I'm also glad that you aren't defending that US title of yours this Shock because I will enjoy taking it away from you in our meeting next Shock. Then, I'll enjoy having two belts on me at all times. I'll rub it right in the face of everyone too and you can count on that!"

(Terry comes out onto the stage in his wrestling attire with a large Canadian flag, stopping just before the ramp. He waves the flag arrogantly to the New Yorkers on one side, getting a resounding boo, then the other, with the same result, 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 holds the Canadian flag up to the ceiling with his right 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.)

LOGAN: "Terry, I'll be more than happy to put it on the line against you in two weeks. Everyone knows that it's not going to leave with a new owner, but it would seem that reality has a way of eluding you. Of course, I am the one competing in the higher tier of the company. When is the last time you main-evented a card? How many months did it take you to ‘earn' those titles after arriving in the AWA? I've brought myself further through the ranks of the AWA on my own than you have with a partner. You're just now getting the opportunity to shine on your own, but I'll be quite happy to place you back in the tag team division where you belong."

(Logan walks out from the entryway, with the United States championship belt around his waist. He pauses at the top of the ramp, basking in the reaction of the crowd and showing off the belt. As he walks down to the ring, he glances around at the crowd, and high fives the spectators along the walkway. He climbs the ring steps and goes between the top and second rope, then walks around to each side of the ring encouraging the crowd to respond.)

TERRY: "It doesn't really matter what you do though, because it will never change the overall fact that you won't be champion any more after Sunday."

(Logan quickly shifts to the side and applies a hammerlock on Terry. The Canadian looks to be in pain, but he suddenly drops to his knees and leans forward, grabbing Logan's arms and pinning Alexander with a backslide!)

LOGAN: "You're not ready for the big time Terry. You haven't proven yourself. This Sunday, I'm going to break you in."

(Logan quickly swings around and hits Terry with a neckbreaker! Logan quickly helps Terry to his feet and performs and atomic drop. Terry holds his groin area for a second before Logan drop kicks Terry to the mat.)

TERRY: "The US title will look good around my waist Logan. I'll enjoy parading around with it, just like I enjoyed parading around with my tag team belt. You may call it insecurity, but I call it pride. I enjoy letting people know just how good I am and I'll enjoy showing you the same."

(Logan shifts all his weight into one direction to flip James and he does! James uses the momentum to continue flipping though, causing Logan to fall onto his back. Terry immediately gets to his feet and changes the positioning of his and Logan's legs to a sharpshooter position of his own!)

LOGAN: "Everyone I've beaten, I've beaten cleanly. It's happened week after week because I am that good. I am a legitimate champion. I don't have to cheat. I don't need outside assistance. I just have to take the fight to people one on one. I've been dead on for the last few weeks, and no one has been able to take me down."

(Logan uses all the strength he has and pushes himself up with his arms, causing Terry to fall flat on his face, releasing the hold in the process! Logan quickly adjusts and applies the Chaos Breaker on James! The crowd instantly cheers, as the champ has Terry locked in the middle of the ring!)

TERRY: "The high-flying, electrifying Terry "The Storm" James is going to change the AWA and it will start off at your expense Logan. I haven't found someone on my level because there is no one that is there. The AWA hasn't truly seen what I can do yet, but now that I'm out on my own they will. They all will! Logan, there will be no way for you to ground me. I will rise up and take you down over and over again. Thunder will hit you again and again until you can't stand for your life. We'll just have to see how long it will take before you break. I'm betting that it won't be long at all for you."

(He helps Terry up and whips him into the ropes, but Terry rebounds and catches Logan with a spinning heel kick! Terry doesn't pin, however, as he gets into a corner behind Logan's head and waits for him to get up.)

LOGAN: "I'm ready to see what you can do on your own. But as good as you think you are, I am going to be that much better. I am the champion and I intend to remain the champion. You can hit me with thunder over and over again, because you wont keep me down. I'll put you down and I'll make it stick. And from the mat, which is where I'm going to leave you on Sunday, you can look up at me as walk out with my title, and then you'll know that you don't measure up against me!"

(Logan slowly gets up, looking at the corner opposite of the one Terry's is in. He turns around and Terry foot comes rocketing for his face! Logan ducks under the kick and hoists Terry into the air, hitting him with the Omega Stryke! Logan quickly covers Terry. The ref goes down and counts: One… Two… Three, Kickout!)

TERRY: "Quite frankly, I'm a little pissed off, Larry. I mean, I was…"

(Terry raises his hand, his thumb and index finger close together.)

TERRY: "THIS close to hitting Logan with a Thunder Strike. I was THIS close to kicking out of his finisher. I was THIS close to getting the title around his waist, which I deserve."

(Terry gets to his knees and has a clear look of anger on his face as he stares into the canvas.)

TERRY: "You think he's going to blow it up in my face? Well, I already blew it up in his. It came in the form of my foot. Then, it hit him."

(The ref hands the belt over to Logan, who now has his hands raised in victory. Out of nowhere terry super kicks him square in the jaw!)

TERRY: "He was Thunderstruck and OUT COLD! That is how the match was going to end… but, it didn't."

(For a third time the screen goes dark.)

PORTER: "Well, I've just received word on what the possible match stipulations are going to be for your match at Vortex. It will either be…"

PORTER: "A flag match…"

(Terry holds the Canadian flag up to the ceiling with his right hand.)

PORTER: "An ‘I Quit' match…"

(Logan quickly capitalizes by getting up and going to Pride's legs, applying a Chaos Breaker in the middle of the ring! Pride has no choice but to tap out after a few moments of pain!)

PORTER: "A Canadian death match."

(Terry grabs Brian Williams' head and slams it through a popcorn machine's glass, creating an instant fountain of youth, blood scene. Brian, instead of falling down, backs up and grabs Terry James and they both begin falling down the stairs.)

TERRY: "This Sunday, Terry "The Storm" James is going to finally take his place as champion again. I've already said it, but I will be bringing the best I have. If you want a challenge, you've come to the right guy. Just don't expect to get anything out of it other than a lesson or two, because you aren't getting the win."

(Terry shoves the ref away and picks up the United States title belt. He stands over Logan and points to the belt as he shouts many inaudible comments at the champion.)

LOGAN: "So Terry, I hope you have gotten all your preparations together for Sunday. You're facing an opponent who won't buckle under the big match pressure. I've been on a roll when this belt is on the line… that much cannot be denied. By the end of Vortex, your loss will just be another feather in my toque, and it'll be more excuses from you. I hope you enjoy your Monday."

(The ref calls for the bell, and Logan breaks the hold. The ref hands Logan his US Belt, and the crowd erupts in his favour!)

(The scene fades and returns to Frank and Herb.)

HS: "This will truly be a great one to watch."

FJ: "I just hope it's violent enough."

HS: "We also have some recorded comments from our United States champion, from when he arrived earlier in the night."

(The scene cuts to the backstage area, where Logan is sitting in his locker room apparently having arrived a short time ago as he is still dressed in casual clothes.)

LOGAN: "It's only going to be a matter of hours before I put my title on the line in what will be my toughest defence to date."

(He moves his head from side to side and rubs his neck.)

LOGAN: "All the fans have made their choice for my match stipulation, but we all still have to wait before we find out what the decision was. I'm sure all of you out there watching don't have that much longer to wait now, but I've been anxious since I arrived in Boston yesterday. I know what the options are and I understand what is involved for each of them."

(Logan stares into the camera)

LOGAN: "Terry and I have been waiting for this match for quite some time. It was announced almost three weeks ago, and we've both had our warm up match for this meeting. Tempers have flared and statements have been made both ways. I beat him one two three in the ring and he ko'ed me immediately after."

(He absently rubs his jaw where hit was thunderstruck last week.)

LOGAN: "There's been a lot of talk flying back and forth between us and it's been all about this…"

(Logan pats the United States title, which is sitting beside him.)

LOGAN: "You want it Terry. All you have to do is come and get it. But I guarantee that you are going to get one hell of a fight before you can lay claim to it. Whether it's a Flag match, an I Quit match, or a Canadian Death match… tonight will be nothing like last week. The kiddie gloves come off Terry. I'm going to put you in your place once and for all."

(Logan smirks before continuing.)

LOGAN: "When the night is over, I intend on walking out as the United States champion. You're welcome to try and prove otherwise… but don't get your hopes up. This T.O. showdown is going to be one to remember."

(The scene returns to Frank and Herb at the announce position.)

HS: "Expectations are running high for this match up, which is a return match from last Sunday's Shock."

FJ: "It shouldn't be much longer till we get to it either. I've got my fingers crossed for the Canadian Death match. So… much… carnage…"

HS: "Let's go back to our MC."

ROD: "Now fans, guys like these two are the reason why The Legendary Low has left Canada. It seems to me like Canada is spelled R-E-T-A-R-D-A-T-I-O-N! Terry James got owned by Low when he took away his AWA Tag Team title, and Logan Alexander still OWES Low after what Low did for his career. Anyway, voting for this match went as follows. The Flag Match comes in at number 3. The "I quit" Match comes in at number 2. This means that the US title will be decided in a Canadian Death Match."

HS: "Fans, obviously this stipulation had to be revealed to the participants earlier, about 20 minutes ago, as both men were then rushed to a nearby ice hockey arena. And we are going there right now!"

(We see Terry James in his locker room, waiting for the match to come. He is wearing a customized Toronto Maple Leafs jersey that has "The Storm" written in gold on the back. His hockey pants match his usual ring attire. They are red with "You've been" written down the side of his left leg and "Thunderstruck" written down the side of his right in gold. His helmet and gloves are red and white with the Canadian flag on both of them. The opening guitar of "Thunderstruck" by AC/DC starts to play and he heads out of the locker room. The view changed to that of the arena as the lights in it flash on and off for a few seconds before staying off. On the first "Thunder" the lights starts flashing on and off again. On the second "Thunder" Terry comes out onto the ice with a large Canadian flag, stopping just before center ice, where the referee of this match is waiting. He waves the flag arrogantly before skating around the rink with a cocky grin on his face. Terry stops at center ice, making the ref move out of his way, and gets onto his knees. He then holds the Canadian flag up to the ceiling with his right and keeps it there as pyro jets shoot out along the top of the boards in rapid-fire fashion around the entire arena. Terry then gets up and skates over to his bench, placing the Canadian flag in it.)

HS: "Quite the entrance by Terry James there. Seeing the entire circumference of the ring erupt with pyro jets is a first for me."

FJ: "The sad thing is that we have another first tonight. We don't have any guest commentators, unlike the first two times we have had this match."

HS: "Third time's a charm!"

(Our view changes to inside Logan's locker room, where the United States champion is awaiting his call. He is wearing a customized Toronto Maple Leafs jersey as well. His has "Chaos Stryke" written on the back though. The rest of his attire is completely black in colour. "Falling Down" by Breaking Point begins to play and Logan exits his locker room. The view switches to the arena again and a few seconds after his entrance music begins, Logan skates out from the entryway, with the United States championship belt around his waist. He pauses at the top of the center ice circle, showing off his belt to Terry. The two stare at each other for a few seconds before Logan gives the United States championship belt to the ref, who raises it high into the air. Both of the wrestlers stare at it momentarily before switching their view back to each other.)

HS: "Both of these men look ready to go. This is not going to be a match for the faint at heart. This is going to be brutal. These men are going to essentially destroy each other to the point where one can no longer stand up ten seconds. The first time this match was done in the AWA, one of the greatest wrestlers we've had here suffered a career-ending injury after falling nearly twenty feet into the stands below him."

FJ: "That was something to watch, I'll tell you that."

HS: "That was NOT something to watch, Frank. One of the AWA's legends was severely injured. He could have died."

FJ: "I guess. But, did you see how many chairs he took out!?"

HS: "FRANK!"

(The ref calls for the match to start and both Canadian quickly remove their gloves and helmet.)

FJ: "Looks like this is going to be settled the old fashioned way!"

(They quickly skate towards one another, both going for a clothesline and both connecting. The two wrestlers quickly get up to their feet and get into a collar and elbow lockup. The lack of traction on the ice does not help either one as they almost fall a few times while trying to gain the upper hand.)

HS: "An interesting fact about these two is that the difference in weight between them in one pound. James has the height advantage though, standing four inches taller."

(Terry uses the said height advantage to get Logan in a side headlock, but Logan quickly gets out of it by back dropping Terry onto the hard, unforgiving ice! The Canuck's face clearly shows this as he arches his back in pain. Logan gets back up to his skates and helps Terry up. Logan whips Terry towards the boards, but Terry is able to stop himself a few feet before them. Logan, however, quickly takes away that cushion by body-checking Terry into the glass! Terry collapses to his knees, but Logan doesn't let him have rest as he helps him to his feet once more. Terry shoves Logan's hands off of him though before a forearm, followed by an atomic drop. He then grabs Logan whips him into the boards. Logan's face slams against the glass, but Terry immediately pulls him back and spins around before whipping him into the glass a second time. He does this two more times before grabbing Logan's head and skating with it towards center ice. Terry suddenly leaps off the ice and drives Logan's unprotected head down in a bulldog! We see some red spread on the ice nearby and as Logan turns over we can see his nose is bleeding a fair amount.)

FJ: "First blood! Yes!"

HS: "I think Logan's nose might be broken!"

FJ: "Maybe he shouldn't have removed his helmet at the beginning of the match."

(Terry chuckles as Logan holds his nose, checking to see if it is broken. Terry quickly skates over to his bench and grabs a hockey stick. Logan is now slowly getting to his feet, blood all over his lips and chin. Terry skates in at full speed and aims for the head, but Logan ducks it and pushes Terry forward. Terry stops his momentum to turn around into a clothesline from Logan. Logan takes Terry's hockey stick and starts smashing it across its former owner's ribs! After four strikes it breaks. The lower half flies into the boards, but Logan keeps the upper half. He shoves Terry's face into the ground with his hand, than mounts his back and places the broken hockey stick under Terry's chin, pulling back with all his might in a camel clutch!)

HS: "Terry is in a very bad position right now."

FJ: "Logan can't win the match through submission though."

(After a few moments Terry pushes himself up, causing Logan to fall off to the side and release the hold. Logan quickly gets up and throws the stick at Terry. Terry ducks, but this was just a diversion as Logan spears his opponent to the ice. He starts to tee off on Terry's face, but Terry quickly pushes Logan off again. The two get to their feet and start throwing wild punches. Both connect with a few good ones before Terry catches Logan with an arm drag. Logan hits the ice and skids all the way into the boards beside the entrance to the locker rooms. Logan gets up as Terry skates over. Terry goes for a clothesline, but Logan scouts it and takes Terry down with a drop toe hold. Terry's head smacks straight into the top of the entrance gate, causing it to pop open in whiplash and hit Terry's head again as he falls. Logan quickly picks up the dazed Canadian and heads towards the locker room, bringing Terry with him. We can see that Terry's nose is now bleeding as well as the drops fall to the concrete floor.)

FJ: "Yes! More blood!"

HS: "Calm down Frank, they are only bleeding from their noses."

FJ: "Who cares, its still blood."

(Logan enters the back hallway that leads to the locker room and slams Terry's face into the wall over and over again, causing more and more blood to gush out of his nose. After five times Terry is able to block it and send Logan's head into the wall instead. Logan stumbles back down the hallway and Terry clotheslines him down to the ground. A crazy look comes to his face and he starts to untie his skates.)

HS: "No! Not this!"

FJ: "Yes! Do it!"

(Terry removes both of his skates as Logan slowly gets up, still dazed from his head hitting the wall and then whiplashing off the ground from the clothesline. Terry takes a skate in each hand and starts to swing them at Logan! Logan quickly dodges them as they fly past his face. Terry goes to slash Logan's chest with his right, but Logan side-steps it and slams the skate into the wall. The blade shatters off the bottom, nearly hitting Logan's side as it falls to the ground. Logan head butts Terry, causing him to stumble back down the hallway. Logan goes for a drop kick, but Terry side steps it and grabs both of Logan's feet. Logan grabs at Terry's leg, but Terry just kicks him in the head. Terry now removes Logan's skates and once again starts to slash at him with them! Logan rolls around, dodging the sharp blades. Out of desperation he kicks Terry square in the child production plant, causing him to collapse to the ground.)

FJ: "Hey! Logan is supposed to be the good guy!"

HS: "Terry was trying to stab him with his own skates!"

FJ: "So? He's supposed to be the bad guy."

(Logan quickly gets up and looks around, spotting the entrance to the locker room. He helps the wounded Terry to his feet and walks down the hall with him, entering the locker room. As soon as Logan gets in he whips Terry into the lockers, causing a loud clanging sound. Terry drops to his knees and Logan quickly drop kicks him in the face, smashing his head against the same locker again! Terry slumps down to his side again and Logan opens up an unlocked locker. He helps Terry to his knees and shoves his head into the locker, than slams the door against it repeatedly!)

FJ: "Man! Terry is definitely going to have a serious headache in the morning!"

(The locker door is dented each of the ten times it hits Terry's head, causing it to have an awkward shape once Logan decided to stop. Terry just falls to his face in the locker as Logan looks around the locker room. To the champion's delight, it is full of many hockey sticks. He takes one he likes and waits for Terry to slowly get to his feet. He swings for Terry's head, but Terry ducks it and super kicks Logan in the face!)

HS: "Thunder Strike!"

FJ: "This one is over!"

(We hear counting over the PA system that is hooked up throughout the entire arena. Terry sits down on the bench and picks up an unopened bottle of water. He takes a few gulps.)

Count: "One! Two! Three!"

(Terry looks around and sees that this is the locker room he was in earlier.)

Count: "Four!"

HS: "It looks like Terry is putting his regular boots back on now."

FJ: "He's getting ready to walk out with the championship!"

Count: "Five!"

(Terry looks over and sees Logan is still not moving much. He smirks and starts to tie up his boots.)

Count: "Six!"

(Terry now has his boots on, but as he looks over he can see Logan is starting to move!)

HS: "The champion is moving!"

FJ: "Oh well. That can only mean more blood to come!"

Count: "Seven!"

(Logan gets on his hands and knees, but Terry does not let him rise. He dropkicks the side of Logan's head, breaking the ten count over the PA system. Logan rolls over onto his back and Terry grabs his right leg. He starts to drop elbow after elbow on the area around Logan's knee, causing the champion to scream out in pain and lunge forward to try and stop Terry. Terry stops, but then starts to wrap Logan's leg around his, going for a figure four leg lock! Logan will have none of this as he pushes Terry off and gets to his feet. Terry stops himself from hitting into the lockers again and turns around, right into an enziguiri! Terry drops to the ground after a slight delay, as does Logan. Logan is up to his feet first though and looks around the locker room once more. He sees his hockey stick on the ground and quickly picks it up.)

HS: "Looks like Logan wants to make up for his missed opportunity!"

(Logan winds up and swings with all his might, shattering the stick across the back of Terry's head! Terry drops like a sack of potatoes and Logan smirks. He sees a cooler near the back of the locker room and heads towards it. He opens it to find it full of beer bottles! Logan's smirk grows as he takes one out.)

Count: "One! Two! Three! Four!"

(Logan slams the head against the bench, removing the cap, and takes a nice gulp of beer. Terry is still not moving on the ground.)

Count: "Five! Six!"

(Logan looks over and his facial expression turns to one of anger. We see Terry is getting back to his feet now.)

HS: "Looks like Logan will have to finish that beer off after the match, because this one is still going folks!"

(Terry gets to his feet and sees Logan charging at him with a beer bottle. He blocks the arm and gives Logan a forearm to the face. He then grabs the bottle out of Logan's hand and smashes it across the side of his head! Logan stumbles back, seemingly in a far away place, and falls over onto the bench. The side of his head is bleeding onto the bench as he lies on it.

FJ: "That's what you get for drinking on the job!"

(Terry helps Logan to his feet and looks over to the beer cooler. He seems to get some idea as he grabs Logan by the head and walks over there. Logan pushes Terry's hand off, however, and whips him straight into some more lockers! Terry stumbles slightly and Logan goes for a clothesline, but Terry ducks it and grabs Logan around his waist from behind. Terry looks back before lifting Logan up and over his head in a German suplex, right into the cooler full of beer bottles! A loud crashing sound can be heard as many bottles crack under the pressure of Logan's head. Terry picks up the lid of the cooler and starts smashing in Logan's face with it, sandwiching his head between the cooler and the broken beer bottles!)

HS: "My god! The back of Logan's head is going to be ripped open!"

FJ: "I love it!"

(Terry drops the cooler lid after roughly a dozen times and picks Logan up out of the cooler. Terry quickly flips over on the spot and sends Logan down to the locker room floor with a hurricanrana. Logan is barely moving and the back of his head is clearly cut as more blood is trickling out of it.)

HS: "Logan Alexander is bleeding from all angles on his head! He needs to get some medical attention now!"

FJ: "Why do you have to ruin the fun Herb?"

(Terry does not let Logan lie there, however, as he quickly picks him up and whips him towards the entrance to the locker room. Logan stumbles forward and falls through the entrance, out into the hallway. He stops himself from falling by propping himself up against the wall. Terry's leg suddenly shoots out of the locker room entrance at Logan's face, but Logan ducks it! He starts to walk back down the hallway towards the rink and sees Terry's bladeless skates. Terry comes down the hallway after Logan, but the champion suddenly bursts out at Terry with a huge headbutt. Terry stumbles back, but Logan grabs his head and DDTs him into the hallway floor! Terry rolls over and we can see his forehead is now bleeding.)

FJ: "Yes! More blood!"

HS: "Both of these men are going to end up in a hospital at this rate!"

(Logan uses this opportunity to put Terry's skates on, which are conveniently his size. Both competitors now have boots they can walk around in, but Logan is the only one doing that at the moment. Terry is just now standing up, but Logan quickly hits him with a viscous snap suplex. Logan gets up slowly, the loss of blood from his head now getting to him slightly. He helps Terry up and whips him through the hallway and out into the arena. Terry stumbles forward onto the concrete before the ice, but is relatively quick to get up. Logan suddenly comes running out of the door and hits Terry with a spinning heel kick. Terry falls back over the boards and onto the ice as Logan flies onto the ice himself. Logan gets up, his footing slightly shaky due to having normal boots on now, and grabs Terry by the leg, pulling him to center ice. Upon arrival Logan steps over and locks in the Chaos Breaker! We hear him shout something very loudly.)

Logan: "Let's see you reach the ropes now bitch!"

HS: "Terry's legs must be in a world of pain! Logan has his signature hold locked in and there is literally nowhere to go for Terry!"

FJ: "He still can't win by submission."

HS: "He can if Terry passes out from the pain for over ten seconds."

(Terry frantically waves his arms around to try and get out of the hold somehow. Logan just pulls back on the hold even more though, causing Terry to clench his fists in pain. After over thirty seconds in the hold Terry lashes him arms back, grabs both of Logan's ankle and tugs with all his might. The slipper ice allows for Logan's feet to slip back, causing Logan to fall forward onto his face and release the hold. Terry crawls out, but is in too much pain to get up at the moment. Logan slowly gets to his feet and turns around to see Terry holding his legs in pain on the ice. He chuckles at this before pulling Terry by his leg over to the boards. He goes to lock in the sharpshooter again, but Terry mule kicks him off. Logan slams into the board, but then grabs both of Terry's legs again. He pulls them up and gives himself some distance between the boards before slamming Terry into the glass ala slingshot. Terry slopes down, but Logan grabs him from behind and turns around so that his back is facing the boards. After a moment he suddenly sends Terry back into the glass with a German suplex, causing a large vertical crack to appear!)

HS: "I think Logan is trying to smash Terry through the boards!"

FJ: "I hope he is. I love shattered glass. It leads to so much blood!"

(Terry falls to the ice after impact, but Logan once again pulls him up to his feet. He drapes Terry's arm across his shoulders with Terry facing him. He then turns so that his back is towards the boards and goes for a reverse Russian leg sweep, but Terry somehow gets his hand out to block it. Logan tries again, but Terry once again blocks it. Terry elbows Logan in the side of his head, releasing himself from the move. Logan quickly turns back and goes for a DDT, but Terry pushes him onto the ice. Logan skids away for a few meters and Terry slips and falls onto his knees. Logan quickly gets up and charges for Terry, but the challenger suddenly grabs Logan and lifts him into the air in a flap jack, slamming him into the boards at full speed! The boards shatter upon impact and Logan flies through onto the first row of seats!)

HS: "Holy cow!"

FJ: "That was awesome!"

(Logan lies, draped over one of the seats in the first row, on his stomach. Terry gets up off the ice and steps over the boards. He takes Logan by the head and drags him over the seats and into the stairs. He grabs Logan and hits him with a body slam onto the concrete steps! Logan is in serious pain as he rolls around, holding the small of his back. Terry quickly picks him up again and leads him up the steps, hitting his head into a seat every four rows. He sees an exit and walks through it, ending up inside the food court. Terry jabs Logan in the face, stunning him, and leaps onto a nearby table, jumping off of it in a moonsault back onto Logan!)

HS: "A strange version of a springboard moonsault by James. Can he keep the advantage that has been bouncing back and forward between these two the entire match?"

FJ: "Look, he's getting a steel chair!"

(As frank has pointed out, Terry is getting a steel chair form a nearby table. Logan is slowly getting back up as Terry charges him with the chair, swinging for the fences. Logan ducks the chair shot and hoists Terry onto his shoulders, dropping him down with an Omega Stryke though a table beside him! The table's top breaks off the pole that was holding it, allowing Terry's head to continue to fall into the floor!)

HS: "MY GOD! I think this one is over!"

FJ: "That was a sick move!"

HS: "Wait! What is Logan doing!?"

(Logan is helping Terry up to his feet! The champion grabs Terry by the head with one hand and the steel chair on the floor with the other. He exits the food court to come back into the arena and starts to head down the steps. He gives Terry a taste of the seats every four rows while going down, returning the favour from earlier. Terry doesn't respond much though as he is almost out cold. Logan gets all the way back into the boards and throws Terry over onto the ice. He then steps over himself and stalks Terry, waiting for him to get to his feet. Terry is having trouble with this as the blood is now pouring freely down his face and his balance is not that great on the slippery ice.)

HS: "What is Logan trying to do here?"

FJ: "I think he wants to end this once and for all!"

(Terry slowly reaches his feet and turns around, only to be hoisted back up onto Logan's shoulders once more! Logan drops the chair he was holding onto the ice, but suddenly Terry shifts his weight and pushes Logan forward. Logan stumbles and turns around, catching a chair that was flying at him. He soon realizes that he shouldn't have done this as Terry super kicks the chair right into Logan's face!)

FJ: "The Conductor! That's it! This one's done!"

HS: "I'm going to have to agree with you there Frank. Logan got too greedy and it's going to cost him!"

FJ: "No Terry! Don't do it!"

(Terry has helped Logan to his feet! He now grabs Logan by the head with one hand and the steel chair with the other. He gets up onto the section of the boards that does now have the glass, pulling Logan up with him. He places the steel chair on his shoulder, than places Logan's head on the steel chair and looks down to the ice.)

FJ: "This is it right here!"

HS: "Terry is going for the Thunder Stunner off the boards with a steel chair!"

(Terry positions himself properly before leaping off the boards and down onto the ice with the steel chair and Logan's head on his shoulder. As Terry hits the ice Logan's face smashes straight into the steel chair before forces up by Terry's shoulder and his head viscously whiplashes. Logan drops to the ice, out cold, and Terry goes to his knees. The count on the PA system starts up. Terry, Herb and Frank count along with it.)

All: "One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six! Seven! Eight! Nine! TEN!"

HS: "Terry James has won the United States championship!"

FJ: "It's time for the king to take his place on the throne!"

HS: "Thunder hit Logan three times tonight for him to finally be defeated, but he was defeated."

(Both Logan's face and Terry's face are crimson masks as the EMTs come out of the locker room entrance and tend to them. The ref comes out as well and hands Terry the belt as he and Logan are loaded onto stretchers. Suddenly, Steve Holly comes out from the back and walks down the ramp. He walks over to Logan's stretcher and the camera's microphone picks up what he is saying.)

HOLLY: "So, you're the one who beat Cynder for the US title. He must have been deathly ill, or... something."

(The beaten Logan is muttering a few words.)

LOGAN: "Who the hell do you think you are?!"

HOLLY: "Me? Oh, I'm just visiting. But hell, while I'm here..."

(Suddenly Holly pushes the EMTs away and then pushes Logan's stretcher over. Logan, who has already been strapped to it, falls down unprotected. Holly smiles as he walks back up the ramp.)

HS: "What was that all about? What did Logan ever do to him? Why would he attack a helpless man?"

FJ: "Too many questions, Herb."

(We go backstage to the office of The Legendary Low. It is pretty dark in there, only a few candles spending some light. Low is sitting behind his desk. As the camera pans around, we can see that he is staring at a framed picture of himself and Ramona A. Stone. We then cut back to ringside, where Richard O. Dickinson III is waiting.)

ROD: "Up next, ladies and gentlemen, is the true highlight of the night. Up next you will all be treated to another great match in the historic career of The Legendary Low. But this match is all about one thing - John Larson's role in the death of Ramona A. Stone and Low's retribution of her! On to the stipulations. Coming in at number 3 is the Stretcher Match. At number 2, in a VERY close race, is the Ambulance Match. So therefore, ladies and gentlemen, Low, Lightning, The Cage!"

(The fans cheer as the cage is being lowered from the ceiling.)

FJ: "And Low doesn't lose in the cage!"

HS: "Come on, his winning percentage is pretty good, but he still lost to Jack Happy at Summer Shootout 2001, and to Brian Williams in Hell Bowl 2004."

FJ: "Number one, both were a long time ago. Number two, these are two examples out of how many?"

HS: "Many."

FJ: "Exactly."

(The howling opening of "A Pain That I'm Used To" by Depeche Mode begins to play as orange lights go on and off along with the song. As the opening sirens stop and the song goes more quiet, Low steps out onto the stage to a massive chorus of boos. Low looks into the crowd but doesn't smile. Instead, he focuses on the cage with a serious look on his face. As the first verse begins, several orange spotlights flash across the arena, while one stays focused on Low, who is now walking down the ramp. As the chorus hits, Low reaches the ring and steps onto the steps. He briefly pauses and looks into the crowd, before stepping into the cage as the sirens hit again and the lights switch on and off again.)

HS: "This man is the owner of the American Wrestling Alliance, and arguably its greatest legend. His achievements are too numerous to list, but this is not what tonight is all about. Did Jonathon Lightning have anything to do with Ramona A. Stone's drug relapse that led to her suicide? We will probably never know for sure, but Low is convinced he had."

FJ: "And for the first time in his career, Low willingly referred to himself by his given name, Brian Rhode, on TV leading up to tonight. We all recall what he wished his opponent - Low DID cross a line there."

("Highway To Hell" by AC/DC hits and Jonathon Lightning steps out to a huge round of cheers. His eyes are locked on Low, who in turn doesn't take his eyes off of Lightning.)

HS: "After more than three and a half years, Jonathon Lightning and Steven Striker returned to the AWA late last year to help Low and Travis Gray against WHisper and Keiko Ono. But Low turned his back on all of them and kept ownership of the AWA to himself. Low has claimed it was all part of a masterplan to get Lightning to return to get even with him."

FJ: "He said the same about his visit in the rehab facility where Lightning was checked in last year. These two have met several times over the two months. They were great friends when Low was just breaking into the AWA's upper level, while The Paramedics where established superstars. But tonight we see an established legend taking on a man who has returned for one final hurrah. Lightning versus Low is upon us."

(Lightning slowly climbs the ringsteps and then gets into the ring. One referee on the outside closes the door behind him. Like charging bulls, the two engage one another as the referee calls for the opening bell. The fans are raucous as Low and Lightning furiously begin exchanging rights. Low nails Lightning, Lightning nails Low, back and forth, back and forth, neither man relenting an inch. Like two wild animals, neither man defends themselves, only focusing on damaging their opponent. It's more like a brutal street fight in the cage than anything else. After several intense moments, and each man has thrown around a dozen blows apiece, the younger Low takes the first action, and grabs Lightning by the back of the head, pulling him forward right into his knee.)

HS: "Knee to the gut from the AWA's President. Low has had enough."

FJ: "These two have a more brooding history than perhaps anyone else in AWA. Tonight, they're not going to hold anything back as they try to tear one another apart."

HS: "These two might just have more animosity for one another than the Williams brothers. Years of pent up frustration are finally coming to fruition as these two go one on one for the first, last and only time!"

FJ: "This could very well be the last match of either of their careers. And I don't think either of them is going to stop until the other stops breathing."

HS: "It's a scary thought, but it could damn well be true!"

(Before Low can go on the offensive, Lightning suddenly drives him with his shoulder into the turnbuckle. Jonathan nails Low in the chest with a shoulder block and then proceeds to unload on him a barrage of jabs, hooks, rights, lefts and forearms. Lightning has Low reeling in the corner, and he takes a step back to build some momentum behind a huge lunging European uppercut. He nails the move with such force that Low's legs shoot out from beneath him and then he falls on his rear into the corner. The Medic then backs up into the center of the ring, and with a look of pure malice, he charges at Low, lashing out with a falling dropkick aimed for the eight time World champ's face. But Low scoots out of the way and Lightning gets momentarily tangled up on the second rope with his legs splitting the pole. Low takes the opportunity to quickly roll Lightning up with a school boy, releasing him from the ropes at the same time.)

FJ: "Quick pin!"

ONE!

Kickout!"

HS: "Lightning kicks out after one. Impressive counter from Low."

FJ: "Low tried to catch Lightning early there, but it's going to take a lot more from either man to win this thing tonight."

HS: "Both these guys are as technically sound as they come, especially Low, but I have to think Lightning has more experience in this type of match. It's an all out, blood on the mat, no holds barred, brawl!"

FJ: "Low has been in more than one cage match, though, and he knows what he's getting into. I don't think experience matters in this match tonight. They both wanted a cage match, and they got it! Now they're just going to beat the living Hell out of one another till they can't move any longer."

(After kicking out from the pin, Lightning backrolls to his feet, as does Low, and they are once again staring one another down. The two decide to test their strength, but as soon as they lock hands, Low unloads with a kick to Lightning's gut, doubling him over. He instantly drives an elbow into the back of Lightning's head, dropping him to one knee. Low follows with another elbow and now Jonathan is on all fours. Low backs up into the ropes for some momentum and then charges the near prone Lightning, connecting with a running boot to the side of his head.)

HS: "Vicious kick from the President Low square into Lightning's temple."

FJ: "Lightning is probably seeing stars after that."

(Lightning isn't, in fact, seeing stars, because when Low goes to pick him up, he elbows the former EMT square in the gut. He elbows Low again and then quickly whips him into the ropes. Lightning charges after him, aiming a clothesline, but Low darts out of the way and Lightning crashes chest first into the turnbuckle. Low is now the one throwing wild blows, a barrage of rights and lefts, staggering Lightning in the corner. After a few more blows, Low then proceeds to whip Lightning into the opposite turnbuckle. However, Lightning counter whips, and uses such force that he himself falls to the mat after the throw and Low goes charging full steam. He leans in and tries to roll up the turnbuckle to halt his momentum, but instead he rolls up the turnbuckle and goes flying face first into the corner of the cage.)

HS: "Holy cow! Did you see that impact? Lightning just used all his strength and Low went crashing into the cage!"

FJ: "I don't think I've ever seen anything like that!"

HS: "Now Low is seeing stars. Can Lightning take advantage?"

(Low crashes down outside the ropes, onto the apron. Lightning does take advantage, and he charges and then nails Low in the ribs with a baseball slide, crunching him between his own boots and the cold steel. Low groans in pain as Lightning climbs to his feet. He then pulls Low up by his orange hair and yanks him over the ropes in a hip toss style fashion. As soon as Low's back hits the mat, he yelps and clutches at his ribs again. Jonathan Lightning immediately hits his feet and begins stomping Low in his ribs as the President tries to roll away. Lightning chases him with boots, connecting with each one, until Low is under the ropes. This doesn't deter Lightning, however, and the Tampa native plants his hands on the top rope and uses them for leverage to leap over and land a double stomp right into Low's chest.)

HS: "Jonathan Lightning is really going to work on Low now. All that bottled up emotion, all that anger, is finally being released here and he's taking every ounce of it out on Low."

FJ: "Just look at the guys eyes. He doesn't care about any of the fans cheering him on, he doesn't care about us; he doesn't even care about the damn referee! All he cares about is just pounding the fire out of Low!"

HS: "You're absolutely right, and can you blame him? After their long history, and with all the ridiculous accusations Low has made about Jonathan. He ruined the man's life, for Christ's sake."

FJ: "We all know the story. We also all know that Lightning was responsible for Ramona Stone's death, and he should be thrown in jail!"

HS: "Regardless of whether or not that is true, which I strongly doubt, Low has took it upon himself to be judge, jury and executioner of Lightning. But it looks like things haven't worked out for the best at this point. Good riddance to that."

FJ: "The man you're talking about is the President and owner of the AWA!"

HS: "Yes, and I hope Jonathan Lightning beats him like there's no tomorrow."

FJ: "Well, metaphorically speaking, he doesn't. He's lost everything, and all he has now is just the fire inside him to beat the man responsible. That just goes to show, cheating on your wife and doing drugs will never amount to anything. It's a strong lessoned learned."

HS: "Shut the hell up, Frank. That was the most despicable thing you've ever said. The man's life is practically ruined and you have the audacity to say something like that?"

(Back inside the ring, Jonathan has been stomping away at Low's ribs outside the ropes. He finally proceeds to kick Low into the ring, and then Lightning grabs the ropes and springs himself back over, landing a rolling Senton across Low's chest and side. Low has his arms crossed across his side and he's hunched over on the mat. The fans have been quieted by the intensity of Lightning to this point, but now are starting to rally behind him again, shocked at what they are seeing.)

HS: "These fans don't believe what they see either. Jonathan Lightning is beating the hell out of an eight time World champion in Low. He's beating the most decorated superstar in AWA history into an utter pulp!"

FJ: "I think Low might have a cracked rib at this point. Lightning is kicking an injured man. He's kicking Low, if you pardon the pun, while he's down. There's no honor in that."

HS: "There's no honor in blindly accusing a man of committing adultery and murder, either! Lightning is giving Low exactly what he deserves, and everyone here in the Fleet Center agrees with me!"

FJ: "Except me."

HS: "Yes, but you're a complete and total idiot. You've proven that time and time again."

FJ: "Ouch."

HS: "Oh, grow up."

FJ: "No, I mean that elbow drop Lightning just landed into Low's side. He's working Low's ribs, that's for sure."

HS: "Lightning's trademark is the figure four, I find it interesting that he's going over Low's ribs so much. Perhaps he knows something we don't."

FJ: "Well, we've already established Low most likely has a broken rib or two at this point, so Lightning's just hitting him where it counts, as the expression goes."

(Jonathan Lightning pulls Low up to his feet and he guides Low by the back of his head, towards the ropes. With a mighty lunge, he tosses Low over the ropes and back first into the steel cage.)

HS: "Oh! Low just crashed his ribs right into that unforgiving steel! Jonathan Lightning is in full control of this match!"

(Lightning pulls Low by his hair into the ring, under the bottom rope and then drops a quick knee to his ribs for good measure, before pulling him to his feet. Lightning then instantly applies an abdominal stretch on Low, who groans in agony from the pressure on his ribs and abdomen.)

HS: "Lightning continues to ruthlessly work over Low's ribs. If there is anyone as precise and focused as Low, it is Jonathan Lightning and he's definitely proving that to the world tonight."

FJ: "He's nothing more than an opportunist, Herb. Stop putting him on a pedestal. It's going to take a lot more than just injured ribs to keep Low down!"

HS: "No, it takes heart, passion and, most of all, determination… and Jonathan Lightning has all three! Lightning was the underdog coming into this match, but he's showing everyone who the real underdog was!"

FJ: "Low is an eight time World champion, Herb. He's never an underdog, in any match. That was ridiculous."

HS: "You may be right, Frank, but he's sure as hell being treated like a beat dog inside that ring!"

(Low finally shows some signs of life, trying to struggle free from the abdominal stretch, but Lightning just won't relent. Low tries to slug him with his free arm, to no avail. Finally, Low has had enough, and he kicks his leg out forward, and with a resounding mule kick, catches Lightning square into the groin. This was certainly effective enough. The fans groan at the illegal move, but the referee can merely warn Low.)

HS: "Low blow from the lowest man in the AWA."

FJ: "Hey, this is a no holds barred match, Herb. You said so yourself. Anything goes, and Low may have just set himself up to climb right back into this match."

HS: "It was still a cheap shot."

FJ: "That's paying big dividends for Low right now."

(Low charges Lightning and spears him to the mat, mounting him in the process. Low then begins unloading a fury of punches, fueled now by anger. Lightning gets his hands up, but certainly cannot block all the punches.)

HS: "This is like the UFC… ground and pound inside a cage!"

FJ: "And Low is pissed!"

(The fans give a mixed reaction to Low's outburst, most happy to see a more fair contest, the rest utterly despising Low. Low throws elbows in along with his punches, and one of them connects to Lightning's nose, busting it open. He also manages to swell Lightning's eye in the process, before Jonathan wises up and punches Low square into his ribs. Lightning clubs Low's ribs two more times with his wrist, and then rolls him over. Now Lightning has mounted Low, and he begins to unload with blows, to cheers from the crowd. Low manages to block the first few, and then he catches Lightning by the arm and reverses the punch into a judo style triangle lock.)

FJ: "Impressive counter from Low. Apparently, the current World champion, Brian Stevens has taught him a thing or two."

HS: "Low has one of the largest repertoires in the AWA, and it continues to grow. You can never know what to expect from him, and I'll give him credit where it's due. He's one of the all time great competitors, but that doesn't make him any less of an ass hole."

(Lightning was certainly surprised by this counter, which gives Low the opening to roll the move. Low is now sitting up with Lightning no his back, his shoulder and head caught between Low's legs. Low continues to apply pressure as the referee checks on Lightning, who continually shakes his head that he's not going to give up. After several moments, Low decides to relinquish the move, and he releases his right leg, lifts it into the air, and brings it down across Lightning's throat, all the while his other leg is still beneath Lightning's head.)

HS: "Oh, what a brutal looking move from Low. That move could have broken Lightning's neck!"

FJ: "It seems the tide of the match is turning now."

HS: "Look, Jonathan Lightning is bleeding profusely from his nose. I think Low has broken his nose!"

FJ: "Ewww… look at it swell up!"

(Lightning doesn't seem to care as much as Frank, as he struggles to his feet. Low is already there, though, and as his opponent gets onto all fours, he unloads with another boot to the side of his head. Lightning rolls to his back, wincing, and Low goes for a baseball slide of his own, aimed for Lightning's skull. Jonathan sits up and rolls forward out of the way at the last possible moment, however, and both men climb to their feet. Lightning, still feeling the effects from the myriad of shots he's taken to his head, staggers towards Low. Low, still clutching at his ribs, does the same.)

HS: "These two men are running on fumes already. They've done nothing but just pulverize one another since the start of this match, and they're going to continue to do so!"

FJ: "This is nothing more than a street fight, inside a cage."

(The two men lock up, with Lightning gaining the upper hand. He breaks his hold and then executes a single leg takedown, planting Low onto his back. Low obviously winces in pain as Lightning tries to roll him over. The fans cheer loudly as Lightning tries for a Boston crab, in Boston. Low struggles to free himself, without much place to go being that there are no rope breaks. He is finally able to hop up onto his two free arms and one free leg, with his other leg being held firmly by Lightning, and he lunges out with a mule kick to Lightning's derriere, freeing himself from certain doom. Low rolls forward and to his feet, as Lightning staggers into the ropes. He bounces off chest first and staggers backward from the recoil, where Low is waiting with a German suplex.)

HS: "German suplex by Low! But I bet he'll think twice about doing that again! His ribs are killing him!"

FJ: "Both men are down!"

HS: "Hey, that's my line!"

(Low climbs to his feet with his arm across his chest, holding his side. He stalks Lightning, who is still on the mat, and drops an elbow to his skull, wincing in pain as he does so.)

HS: "Low is trying desperately to fight through the pain right now. Like him or not, he's tough as nails."

FJ: "He's going to have to if he wants to win this thing."

(Low then applies a single leg Boston crab of his own, which despite his status in the AWA, the Fleet Center crowd marks for. Jonathan Lightning struggles to free himself, groaning in pain. He shakes the referee off, time and time again, and struggles to crawl around the ring, pushing himself off the mat as often as he can to relieve the pressure. The blood from his nose pours down his face, but it's beginning to dry up now. Lightning refuses to tap out, and Low finally can hold onto the move no more, so he releases the hold. Lightning lets out a sigh of relief, but it only lasts a moment, as Low stomps him in the back. Low wastes little time and pulls Jonathan to his feet. He elbows Lightning once in the side of the head, and then connects with a belly to belly suplex.)

HS: "Low's going for the pin!"

FJ: "This might be it!"

ONE!

TWO!

THR—kick out!

HS: "Lightning kicks out in the nick of time. But just like that, the entire face of this match has turned. Low's fully in control at this point."

FJ: "It was only a matter of time, Herb."

(Low, a bit frustrated at the count, pins Lightning again.)

ONE!

Kickout!

(Low grimaces, but pulls Lightning up. The fans cheer when Lightning unloads with an uppercut to Low's jaw, followed by another. He staggers Low back, and then goes for another, but kicks him square in the stomach, halting his momentum, and then executes an impact DDT. Low climbs to his feet, and begins stalking Jonathan Lightning.)

FJ: "Low's going to end it right here!"

HS: "He's calling for the Low Stunner! Jonathan Lightning is seeing stars after that DDT!"

FJ: "It's all over folks!"

HS: "LOW STUNNER! LOW STUNNER! LOW STUNNER!"

FJ: "Here's the hook of the leg, by Low!"

(Most fans boo as Low nods his head with each referee count, although a decent portion of fans count along.)

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FJ: "It's over! Low has won it! NOOOOOOO!"

HS: "Lightning kicked out! Lightning kicked out! OH MY GOD, HE KICKED OUT FROM THE LOW STUNNER!"

FJ: "I don't believe this! This is an outrage!"

HS: "Low is furious… he can't believe it. And neither can these fans. Will you listen to this? They are going crazy! Every fan in the Fleet Center is on their feet!"

(Low is beside himself, thinking he won it. AWA replay shows that the official's call was indeed the correct one. The two argue for several moments, and the referee gestures towards the AWATron for Low to see the replay himself. Eventually he does, and he's shocked to see Lightning in fact kick out of the pin, just a hair before the referee's hand hits the mat. He's even more shocked when he finds that he's the one now being pinned, from a sneak school boy from Jonathan Lightning.)

HS: "A PIN! A PIN!"

FJ: "NOOO! This can't be happening!"

HS: "This has to be it!"

ONE!

TWO!

THR- KICK OUT!

FJ: "LOW KICKED OUT!"

HS: "This match is insane! What a roller coaster ride. And it's not over!"

FJ: "Hell, it could be just beginning!"

(Low rolls backward, eyes wide, completely shocked at the turn of events that just happened. He eyes Lightning, though, and the two once again square off, in front of the thousands of fans inside the Fleet Center, everyone on their feet with their hearts racing. Low charges Lightning, but is felled by a quick drop toe hold. Both men hit their feet, and Low charges once more, blindly out of anger. He pays for his lack of composure with a hip toss from Lightning, once again bringing into focus Low's already injured ribs. Lightning drop kicks Low in the small of his back, for added measure, and then hits his feet. He waits for Low to climb to his feet, and kicks him in the gut once he does.)

HS: "What is Lightning planning here?"

FJ: "Not sure… no wait…"

HS: "POWERBOMB! No way Low's ribs could have taken that!"

FJ: "No, Lightning is pinning him. I can't look!"

ONE!

TWO!

THR- KICK OUT!"

HS: "HE KICKED OUT! HOW THE HELL DID HE DO THAT?"

FJ: "What? No way!? He's friggan Legendary Low, that's how!"

HS: "These two warriors are never going to give up!"

FJ: "This match is INTENSE! Wait… what is Lightning doing here?"

HS: "He's not done yet! Lightning is going for his Figure Four!"

(Lightning wraps his leg around Low's, and then goes to finish off the move. Low screams in agony as the fans roar that he has the move applied. Low leans back, in pain.)

ONE!

TWO!

THR-- Low fights himself up.

HS: "Low has to tap out! There is just no way around it! This is one of the most painful submissions of all time!"

FJ: "And he has no way to break the count! He has to try and counter, some how!"

HS: "The only way for Low to escape now is to tap out or try and turn the move. I just don't think he has enough strength to do the latter. He's going to tap out!"

FJ: "I can't believe this!"

(The fans want it, Herb Summers wants it, Jonathan Lightning certainly wants it, even Frank Jackson might want it deep down, but in fact Low refuses to tap out. He leans back again, exhausted.)

ONE!

TWO!

THRE— Kick out!

(With a loud roar, Low once again leans forward, forced to take more pressure from the submission or be pinned. The veins protrude from his neck as we can see him trying with all his might to not give in. It seems he'd sooner pass out from the pain than tap out. On the other end, Jonathan Lightning grits his teeth, struggling to tighten the move as much as he possibly can.)

ONE!

TWO!

THR—

HS: "Low has been locked in the Figure Four for over one minute now, and he has yet to tap out! This is amazing!"

FJ: "I just don't think he has any other choice, at this point. But Low is one helluva fighter! Can you imagine what's going through his mind right now? He's probably picturing Ramona Stone right now."

HS: "The same goes for Jonathan Lightning. The tighter he applies the move, you can only imagine the things racing through his mind. The Family, his own family, his children, his ex-wife, his addiction… everything."

FJ: "What a culmination this match has become. I can't believe it, but Jonathan Lightning is going to make Low tap out!"

(No! He doesn't… Lightning gives out for just a moment, before Low does, and with a last ditch effort, Low uses all his strength and he turns the move. Lightning screams in pain as Low grits his teeth, now trying to make Lightning tap out.)

FJ: "HE REVERSE IT! LOW TURNED THE FIGURE FOUR!"

HS: "That was amazing! I can't believe this. Lightning has to be distraught. Low doesn't have much left, can he hold on? Will Lightning tap out or will Low give up the hold?"

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

HS: "Come on, Lightning. For your kids, do not tap out! You can do it!"

FJ: "His arm is up… he's ready to tap out!"

HS: "LOW RELEASED THE HOLD! He's too exhausted to keep it applied! Lightning didn't tap out!"

FJ: "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

(The fans erupt as both men just lay there for several moments, exhausted and in intense pain. Finally, Low slowly begins to stagger to his feet. He limps slowly over towards the turnbuckle and begins to untie the laces on the top corner padding. He exposes the corner turnbuckle and goes back over to Jonathan Lightning, grabbing him by the hair and pulling him along. Low goes to slam Lightning's skull into the exposed steel, but he blocks it by grabbing the ropes. Lightning then elbows Low right into his ribs, and subsequently slams Low's face square into the steel, leaving a smudge of blood on it as Low is gaped open.)

HS: "Low is busted open! These two men can barely stand, and yet all they can think about is hurting one another!"

FJ: "He just used that exposed turnbuckle illegally!"

HS: "This is a cage match, Frank. You said so yourself! And Low was going to do it to him first!"

FJ: "Yeah, but he can't do that to our President!"

(The fans cheer seeing Low bleeding badly from his forehead, creating the proverbial crimson mask. At the site of Low's blood, Lightning reacts like a shark, and immediately gets what is most likely his fifth wind at this point. He slams his fists into Low's head, splattering blood across the mat and then he tosses Low back over the ropes, back first into the cage.)

HS: "Lightning continues to use this dominating structure that is the cage. He really hasn't given Low a chance to do the same."

FJ: "What the hell is he doing now? Oh come on, you can't do that!"

HS: "Lightning is just trying to punish Low now, and he's enjoying every minute of it, despite that look of discontent on his face."

FJ: "He's grinding Low's face into the cage like a cheese grater. How can anyone enjoy that? Jonathan Lightning is a sick man!"

HS: "Oh, don't give me that. If Low was on the other end, you'd be crawled so far up his ass, you could floss his teeth for him!"

FJ: "He's the man who signs my checks."

HS: "And he's the man who is getting a face lift from Jonathan Lightning as we speak."

FJ: "More like a face removal."

(Lightning is satisfied with his work and he tosses Low back into the ring. Lightning climbs through the ropes, grabs Low by his two legs, and stomps in the side. He holds onto his two legs, steps through one of them, and turns Low over for a sharpshooter.)

HS: "LOW PROFILE! LOW PROFILE! Lightning is using Low's own move against him!"

FJ: "He can't steal the President's moves!"

HS: "This must be why he's been working on Low's ribs so much!"

FJ: "I'm calling my lawyer, this is copyright infringement!"

(The fans roar as Lightning successfully locks in the Low profile. Low screams in agony, pushing himself off the mat, trying to free himself, but to no avail. Low drags himself slowly to the ropes, in true agony.)

HS: "The ropes won't help Low here. He can't break the hold that way!"

FJ: "Look at the blood just oozing from Low's skull. He's losing blood by the pint. Low's going to pass out!"

HS: "If he doesn't tap out first!"

FJ: "Low won't tap… he won't tap… not tonight! Not like this!"

HS: "I don't think he has a choice, for sure now! He can't escape, he has nowhere to go!"

(Low, with blood flowing down his face into his eyes and mouth, continues to struggle to the ropes. He reaches out, inches away, but can't reach them. The referee continues to ask Low if he wants to give up, but he doesn't. Low raises his right hand, as if he's going to tap, but continues to shake his head.)

HS: "HE'S GOING TO TAP! IT'S ALL OVER!"

FJ: "He can't!" FJ: "What is he doing?"

HS: "I think he's been through so much, he doesn't realize what's going on?"

(It seems Low has played everyone the fool, though, because he reaches out with his other arm and grabs the ropes as well, pulling himself somewhat off the mat, to the second rope. Then, he grabs on tightly and pulls himself forward with such force and leverage, that Lightning goes falling backward between the first and second ropes. His head lands with a SMACK! Against the steel cage, and Low lays there, gripping the ropes in pain and exhaustion.)

FJ: "HE'S DONE IT! LOW HAS ESCAPED THE LOW PROFILE!"

HS: "I'm stunned! I'm completely and utterly stunned! Will these two men ever give up?"

FJ: "LOW WON'T!"

HS: "What an amazing effort by these two warriors! Neither of them is willing to lose to the other. This match may very well go on for eternity!"

(Low pulls himself with the ropes, barely able to stand on his own. Lightning staggers to his feet as well, using the cage for leverage. He's clutching onto the back of his head. The two eye one another, and it seems they forget about all the pain, because they instantly begin trading rights and lefts across the ropes. Blood from both men splatters everywhere, before Lightning reaches out and claws at Low's injured ribs. Not to be outdone, Low reaches up and grabs Lightning's broken nose and begins twisting it between his fingers. He then uses his free hand to gouge Lightning in his swollen eye, which winds up stealing it for Low. Low quickly locks in a front face lock, and then lifts Lightning up on shaky legs. He manages to hold Lightning in the air just long enough before crashing to the mat, and landing a huge brainbuster.)

HS: "BRAIN BUSTER DDT! How did he pull that off? What resilience by Low!"

FJ: "I keep telling you… he's the Legendary friggan Low… he can do ANYTHING!"

(It seems there is a limit to Low's abilities, though, because Lightning's body came more or less crashing down right onto his ribs, which causing him to roll around clutching at them. Lightning is most probably concuss after the headshots he's taken, plus that wicked brainbuster. So, Low is the first one to begin staggering slowly to his feet. Low sees Lightning lying flat on his back, and instantly goes over to him and grabs his legs, readying him for the Low Profile.)

FJ: "Low's going to show Lightning how to apply a real Low Profile!"

HS: "If he can lock this in, it's surely over!"

(Low at his feet quickly awakens Lightning, and he begins kicking away from Low, trying to avoid the Low Profile. Lightning lunges out with both feet and connects with Low in the chest, sending him flying backward. He turns in the air, mostly uncontrollably, and lands square into the cage, his thighs clipping the ropes as he does. Low stumbles back instantly, like a sling shot, down to the mat from the springing of the ropes.)

HS: "He couldn't apply the Low Profile! And now Lightning is regaining some composure. He has to be running on fumes at this point, but somehow, someway, he's finding something deep down inside him that keeps pushing him."

(Lightning pulls Low up to his feet and whips him into the ropes. On rubber legs, Low bouncing back, only to be met with a swinging neck breaker from Lightning. Lightning wastes little time, not allowing Low to recoup, and pulls him up. Just as quickly, he's back down on the mat again after a snap suplex. Lightning begins to stalk Low, and anxiously awaits him to clamber to his feet. He gets tired of waiting, and pulls Low the rest of the way up and whips him into the ropes once more. Low aims wildly for a clothesline, in full steam, but Lightning ducks it. Low hits the opposite ropes, and on the recoil, Lightning is waiting for him with a huge, ring rattling spine buster that gets the crowd in a total frenzy. Low, clutching his ribs, surely doesn't appreciate it as much as they do.)

HS: "SPINE BUSTER! What a powerful move by Jonathan Lightning!"

FJ: "Where the hell is he finding this energy?"

HS: "I don't know, Frank. He's pulling it from deep within, I know that match. Low may have awoken a beast with all his tormenting. Lightning isn't going to give in, and he looks pumped up!"

(Lightning rolls to his feet, supremely intense, and he pulls Low up as well, by his orange hair. He begins chopping Low across the chest, with the subsequent usual crowd reaction, and backs him into the turnbuckle. Once in the turnbuckle, he knees Low in the side again, and then climbs up onto the second turnbuckle himself. He raises his fist, and the fans begin to count along as he takes his blows. ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! Before the tenth blow, he rears his arm back as far as it can go, and goes to punch him the hardest, but is stopped dead in his tracks.)

HS: "NO! ANOTHER LOW BLOW!"

FJ: "Ha! Take that!"

HS: "Once again, Low has resorted to making this an unfair a fight as possible. That just goes to show how desperate he is."

FJ: "Desperate? Don't you mean smart? I bet you Jonathan Lightning is wishing he'd have done it first!"

(Lightning pops off the turnbuckle, clutching himself, and Low strikes like a snake. He locks a sleeper hold in on Low, and instantly begins to ascend the turnbuckles himself. The fans groan as Low reaches the second turnbuckle and now begins pulling Lightning up into the air. But Lightning will have none of it, and he reaches his legs back and rests them on the bottom rope. He then leaps up and falls backward at the same time, with Low still holding onto him, and he plants his feet into Low's chest. Both men fall off the turnbuckle, and Lightning executes a nifty reverse monkey flip.)

FJ: "What the?"

HS: "What a counter by Lightning! I've never seen anyone do anything like that before, to escape a suspended sleeper! These guys are pulling out all the stops!"

FJ: "Wait, what is Lightning doing?"

HS: "He's going up top. How can he do this after everything he's been through? Wait a minute… what… he's going for a moonsault!"

FJ: "Move Low… get out of the way!"

HS: "How can he possibly have the leg strength?"

(Flashbulbs ignite as Lightning leaps backward into the air and connects across Low's chest and subsequently ribs. Low yelps loudly in agony, as the fans erupt. Lightning wastes little time, and he hooks Low's leg for a pinfall.)

HS: "MOONSAULT! HE NAILED IT!"

FJ: "A pin?"

HS: "It has to be over now!"

FJ: "This just… can't be…"

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

(The instant cheers from the fans are suddenly turned to exasperated sighs, as the referee claims that Low managed to kick out at the last possible moment. Lightning puts his hands in his hands, in complete disbelief. He then drops down to his knees in vexation and fatigue. Low, meanwhile, rolls to his stomach, blood still seeping from his skull, albeit much slower and darker.)

HS: "Both men don't have anything left in the tank. This match is going to end in a stalemate."

FJ: "My heart is pounding, Herb! This has to be one of the best matches of all time!"

HS: "I agree.. this one is going to be a memorable one, for years and years to come, regardless of who comes out on top."

FJ: "If either of them do!"

(The fans begin clapping, for either man, as they both slowly, agonizingly slowly, stagger to their feet. They reach their feet at the same time, and eye one another for what seems like the millionth time this match. Only this time, they aren't physically able to charge, and just stagger towards one another like two drunk men. They both swing wildly, connecting on each other, and neither even trying to defend, as they likely don't even have the strength. To everyone's disbelief, the more the two connect with one another, the more impact each blow has. Soon, both men are going at it furiously, trading rights and lefts just like they were at the beginning of the match, as if everything they'd done to this point didn't matter.)

HS: "I don't believe what I'm seeing here! How can these two men continue doing this?"

FJ: "Their hate for one another is so strong, their bodies don't matter at all. They care more about hurting the other one than they do about themselves."

HS: "You're absolutely right, Frank. This one is an epic for the ages, ladies and gentlemen, and for those of you viewing at home who had the privilege of purchasing this event, I'd suggest remembering it closely. It's going to be talked about for generations to come!"

FJ: "This match right here is going to set a new standard for what heart and determination are truly about."

HS: "Very well said, Frank… I'm impressed. I suppose even the ugliest whore turns a trick every now and then."

FJ: "Oh, ha… what the hell?"

(Inside the ring, Lightning has managed to gain the upper hand to the delight of the crowd. They scream with cheers, and roar even louder when he quickly takes Low down with a double leg. Instantly, he turns his leg around Low's.)

HS: "He's going for the Figure Four again!"

FJ: "No, not again!"

HS: "Jonathan Lightning may finally end this thing here!"

FJ: "Come on, Low… don't let it end like this!"

(As Lightning twists around, though, Low launches him with a boot to his rear. Lightning goes tumbling forward on his feet, uncontrollably, and lands face first right into the exposed turnbuckle.)

FJ: "YES!"

HS: "Low prevented it… Lightning hits the cold, unforgiving steel! This match is taking its toll on everyone!"

FJ: "I don't know how much my heart can take!"

HS: "Oh no… LOW STUNNER! LOW STUNNER!"

FJ: "LOW STUNNER! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! IT'S OVER THIS TIME!"

(Lightning bounced off the exposed steel, right into the arms of the Low Stunner by the President. The fans are dead silent in disbelief, their hearts practically wrenched from their bodies. The blood from Lightning's now busted open skull is splattered across Low's shoulder. Low, barely even catching his breath, drops down to his knees, hooks Lightning's leg, and then leans in for the pin.)

FJ: "PIN! This is it! Low FINALLY beat Lightning!"

HS: "What an exciting match it's been!"

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

HS: "OH MY GOD!"

FJ: "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

HS: "Lightning KICKED OUT!"

FJ: "WHEN WILL THIS EVER END!"

(Low rolls onto his back, in utter disbelief. The fans cheer loudly, but they seem just as exhausted as the two men in the ring. Lightning gasps for breath on the mat, and lays there, mostly motionless, for several moments. Eventually, Low, practically distraught, climbs to his feet. He pulls Lightning up and drags him over to a turnbuckle. Determined to finish the match, he begins to ascend the ropes, pulling Lightning up with him.)

FJ: "He's going to end it now… I can't believe what these men have been through!"

HS: "He's going for the Low Stunner from the top rope. Lightning won't kick out from this… will he?"

FJ: "No one does, Herb!"

HS: "But can he even nail the move?"

FJ: "I don't think Lightning is in much position to stop him."

(Contrary to Frank's belief, Lightning has seemingly been in fact playing possum, because he suddenly unloads with a huge right to Low's just, just as Low gets him into position. Low counters with a right of his own, but Lightning isn't phased and retorts. Both men now stand on the second turnbuckle, on either side of the corner, exchanging blows. Lightning quickly seems to gain the upper hand though, seemingly undaunted by Low's blows, despite the force behind them. Defining the true meaning of desperation, just as Lightning is going to knock Low off the turnbuckle, the eight time World champions leans in his face close to Lightning's.)

HS: "What the?"

FJ: "Is he kissing Lightning?"

HS: "I thi… NO! WHAT THE HELL?"

FJ: "Holy cow! Low has done went Mike Tyson on Lightning!"

(The fans are shocked to see Low taking a bite out of Lightning, especially when they realize his teeth are clamped onto Lightning's broken nose. Lightning relents and then Low grabs onto the cage over head and pulls himself up. He lifts his feet off the ropes and basically swings his feet into Lightning's face. Lightning goes flying down to the mat and Low stands atop the turnbuckle.)

HS: "Low just bit Lightning in the nose! Did I really just see that?"

FJ: "Yes you did, Herb!"

HS: "I can't say… I just didn't expect that… but I suppose nothing is above Low."

FJ: "He'll do anything to win, including bite the nose of his opponent!"

HS: "Lightning has kicked out of two Low Stunners already, he's broken from the Low Profile, he's survived a reversed Figure Four by Low, and he's suffered a broken nose that was BITTEN by Low, and now he's busted open! What more can this guy go through to get the victory tonight?"

FJ: "Everything, Herb… because that's what Low is going to give him before he loses this match!"

HS: "Wait… what is Low doing?"

FJ: "No… I can't believe this. Even from Low."

HS: "Ladies and gentlemen, you're seeing it with your own eyes… Legendary Low, the President and Owner of the American Wrestling Alliance, and an eight time World champion, is climbing to the top of this cage!"

FJ: "I'm shocked, Herb. Just when I think Low has done it all, he one ups himself once more! What is he going to do?"

HS: "I… I don't have any idea!"

(The fans look on in regretful awe as Low manages to climb to the top of the cage. Lightning is down below him, laying there in exhaustion. He looks down, at Lightning, through his blood filled eyes, and then he leaps. Time practically stands still as flash bulbs in the arena go off like a frenzy. Every fan is on the edge of their seat, seeing what happens, as Low slowly descends down towards Lightning. With a loud crash, he lands across Lightning, chest to chest.)

HS: "OH MY GOD! HE NAILED A FROGSPLASH! LOW JUST LANDED A FROG SPLASH FROM THE TOP OF THE CAGE!"

FJ: "HE DID IT! HE DID IT!"

HS: "His ribs… how could he have done that?"

(Low screams loudly in pain, rolling up to a seated position, wincing in terrible pain at his ribs. Meanwhile, Lightning is truly out of it. Low, clutching his ribs all the while, drags himself over to Lightning and drapes his arm across his chest, clutching his own ribs with his other arm at the same time, and collapses. The fans roar along with the referee's count.)

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FJ: "FINALLY! LOW HAS DONE IT! LOW HAS DEFEATED JONATHAN LIGHTNING!"

HS: "He has done it, folks! Lightning gave it every single ounce that he had, and Low still came out on top! But DAMMIT, THAT WAS A GREAT MATCH!"

FJ: "Low defeats Lightning! What does this mean?"

HS: "It means that these two warriors have put everything on the line! It means that they have put on one of the greatest shows the AWA has ever seen!"

FJ: "It means that Low is indeed the better man! He has finally proven it, once and for all!"

HS: "I can guarantee he has learned a new level of respect for that man, Jonathan Lightning though!"

(Low rolls off of Lightning, but there is no celebration. The fans are stunned silent, and Low isn't even moving. The referee instantly calls for assistance as the "real" EMT's storm the ring. The fans look on nervously, not sure what to make of this. Soon enough, both men are responsive, and slowly but surely, the fans begin clapping thunderously, truly appreciative of what they have just witnessed. Both men, being carried out on gurneys, receive a standing ovation regardless.)

HS:" Such a surreal scene here in the Fleet Center. Both men, Low and Lightning gave it 150% tonight, and they will truly be remembered for it! They spilled pints of their own blood, sacrificed limb and bone, and pushed each other far beyond their limits. Just watching this on your television doesn't do justice to the amount of respect being shown to these two warriors tonight. That match was main event caliber, for any show, in any federation."

FJ: "But we're still not done! I expect to see the same thing coming from the Williams brothers later tonight, AND we still have the World Title on the line when Champion Brian Stevens faces NHL!"

HS: "As these two men are rolled out of here, perhaps neither of them will be able to wrestle again after tonight. Two legends, two warriors… two of the best, folks, and you just saw why. Remember this night… the night you witnessed true history in the making."

FJ: "What's this?"

(Suddenly, the arena goes completely black. The AWAtron comes on and we see Rawstarr sitting in the dark room again, pulling down a picture. The picture shows Rawstarr pinning Low, as the referee struck two.)

RAWSTARR: "LOW!!! You see this? This is where I really should have won this match. I think you had this match rigged, scared to go into the pay-per-view with a loss. But now where are we? I am your what? Your 'human property'... You know, it really took me awhile to take that in and understand what I signed when I came back. And what I realized is that after I had my match with Ortega, and after I had attacked him, I didn't have to work for you anymore. So the point is, why am I still doing it? That is something I really want to know... (pause) I really need to know..."

(There is a loud CLINK noise. The lights come back on and we see Rawstarr hitting Low in the head over and over again with a steel chair. He grabs a microphone.)

RAWSTARR: "LOW! NOW WHAT?"

(Rawstarr grabs Low and pulls him off the gurney, then puts him in The Kicker before putting on a version of Raw Footage.)

RAWSTARR: "I AM NO ONE'S PERSONAL SERVANT... BELIEVE THAT!"

(EMTs and Low Security finally pull Rawstarr off of Low and then drag him to the back, as Low is put back on the gurney.)

FJ: "That just wasn't right!"

HS: "But it was fine when it happened to Logan Alexander earlier on?"

FJ: "He doesn't sign my checks! We just witnessed a violent Steel Cage Match and that coward Rawstarr used THAT moment to liberate himself from Low? This will have consequences. Low's human property cannot act that way."

HS: "Please."

(We go backstage where we see Nathan Hawthorne-Lee warming up in his locker room. We then cut to the locker room of AWA World Champion Brian Stevens, who is also stretching, the World title belt already around his waist. We then cut back into the arena, where we see Low being brought to the back before we cut to Richard O. Dickinson III.)

ROD: "Low! LOW! Get well! Get well soon! I miss you already! Heck, THESE PEOPLE miss you already!"

(This statement is met by a loud chorus of boos.)

ROD: "Oh, you Boston bitches, you'd miss him as you did every time he left the AWA, idiots! Damn it, you suck so bad, you don't even deserve to be insulted anymore! And you know what, I won't insult you anymore. I will simply tell you that Brian Williams versus John Williams is going to take place in a match that was voted by an overwhelming number of people... the Family Feud Match!"

(As stagehands immediately come down to ringside to prepare the ring for this match, Herb quickly reminds us of the rules.)

HS: "Fans, you've heard it, Brian Williams versus John Williams will fittingly take place in a Family Feud Match. Now, as stagehands start preparing the ring for this match, let me quickly explain the rules. Poles will be attached to each ringpost and a large steel chain will be wrapped around these poles. Many different weapons will hang from this chain and any weapons can be used in this match. A stack of tables is in the process of being put up right next to the stage. You win this match by throwing your opponent off the stage and through the tables."

FJ: "But, Herb, I doubt winning this match is at the forefront of these men's minds. This is about their childhood, their lives filled with hatred. It's about their affection towards Katherine. It's about John taking Katherine away from Brian, once by betraying him with her, once by staging her death to get her away from the obsessive Brian. Tonight goes beyond winning a match."

HS: "And probably will be much more than 'just' a match."

(The lights go out and "Harvestor Of Sorrow" by Metallica begins to play. As the ominous opening chords begin to build, after a long pause, a single deep blue light falls on the ramp way. Smoke billows from the entrance, creating an ominous haze. From within the haze we see the seven foot monster's silhouette as he pauses. The dense mist follows Williams all the way to the ring until he steps over the top rope and awaits his opponent.)

HS: "Brian is a three-time World Champion, John a two-time World Champion. John has held the US and No Limit titles, Brian has held the TV and Hardcore titles. Together they have won two Tag Team titles. They both hold the record for the longest title reigns in AWA history. Tonight is their first-ever singles meeting."

("Lights Out" by POD begins to play and the fans erupt in cheers as John Williams makes his way out of the back with a determined look on his face. The fans cheer even more as Brian steps over the top rope and out of the ring and storms towards his approaching brother.)

FJ: "They're on collision course!"

(John and Brian start exchanging blows on the ramp as the referee leaves the ring and runs towards them. He warns them to return to the ring so he can officially start the match, but is greeted by a right Brian Williams fist. John and Brian are exchanging wild fists on the ramp, but it seems as if Brian is getting the upper hand after blocking one of John's punches. Brian now just punches away at John's head, backing him down the ramp, but suddenly John ducks one of Brian's punches and backdrops him onto the steel ramp.)

HS: "What a thud!"

FJ: "Obviously, with 350 pounds dropping onto the steel."

(John sends Brian rolling down the ramp with a series of kicks to Brian's ribs and kidney area and the two finally reach the ringside area. John is stalking Brian, but Brian suddenly grabs John by his tights and pulls him head first into the steel ringpost.)

HS: "And another thud!"

FJ: "Obviously – wood knocking on steel."

HS: "Shut up, Frank."

(Brian is back up on his feet and grabs John by the hair and rams him into the ringpost. Finally, another referee runs down the ramp and slides into the ring, yelling at the brothers to get inside so he can officially start the match. They both ignore him. Brian has grabbed John by his neck and is now walking him around the ring, then whips him into the steel steps. The steps are falling over with a loud thud. As Brian approaches John, however, John counters with a low blow, then pushes Brian head first into the steel guardrail.)

HS: "These two are using the entire ringside area as a weapon. And there are so many more inside the ring!"

(Finally, John grabs Brian and rolls him into the ring. He follows him and the referee calls for the bell, finally starting the match officially to the cheers of the fans. John just stomps away at Brian's entire body, forcing him to stay on the mat. John goes into the ropes and goes for an elbow drop, but Brian rolls out of the way. John is up first, but Brian used the missed elbow to regain his breath and get up as well. Brian just grabs John by the throat and pushes him into the corner, choking him with both hands. The referee tries to step between them, but to no avail.)

FJ: "Haha, that referee weighs maybe 180 pounds, and he wants to separate these two huge men?"

HS: "Somebody HAS to stop them before Brian chokes his brother to death."

(John finally does what his brother does and grabs his throat, choking him as well.)

HS: "Now it boils down to who loses his strength OR his consciousness first."

(Brian releases the choke first and nails John with a series of knees to the stomach, but John counters with several forearms to Brian's head. John then climbs to the second turnbuckle, spins Brian around and hooks the dragon sleeper!)

HS: "He's going for Time To Shine early in the match!"

(John jumps off and spins around, but Brian is able to hold on, then drop to the mat and hit John with a power slam. Brian apparently has enough of the brawling now and grabs a steel chair that has been hanging from the chain wrapped around the four extended posts. As John is on all fours, Brian takes a swing and nails John right across the back.)

HS: "That had to hurt!"

FJ: "Whoa! And this and this and this and this!"

(After a short break after the first chair shot, Brian repeatedly smashes the chair into John's back, no emotion, just a cold stare in his eyes. He then takes the chair's edge and rams it into John's kidney area, once, twice, three times. Brian now pulls John up and whips him into the ropes, As John runs towards him, Brian nails him with the chair right across the head, sending John down as if he got shot.)

HS: "What a chair shot!"

FJ: "And John is busted wide open! What a bloody night!"

(Blood is freely streaming down John's face. Brian now wraps the chair around John's neck and is climbing up the ropes.)

HS: "NO! He is going to kill him!"

FJ: "That's what this match is all about, Herb!"

(Before Brian can jump off, however, the ref steps in the way and prevents him from doing so. Brian calmly climbs off the ropes again, but then grabs the referee by the throat, lifts him up and choke slams him over the top rope and out of the ring.)

HS: "My god, John's life might have been saved, but the referee is dead for sure!"

(Brian turns around and SMASH! John has gotten up and nails him with the chair, right across the head. But Brian doesn't go down, he only staggers back a few steps. SMASH! A second chair shot to the head of the 3-time former World Champion. Now he is split open as well, but he doesn't go down. Blood is pouring down Brian's nose and lips as he staggers back a bit more. John then goes into the ropes and goes for a third chair shot, but Brian attempts to counter with a big boot. John, however, ducks the big boot, turns around and SMASH!, hits Brian with a third chair shot to the head that finally sends the monster down.)

HS: "That was one for the ages."

FJ: "It had to be if it knocked Brian Williams down."

(John is now removing a trash can from the chain. He puts it in the middle of the ring and then pulls Brian over it, positioning him with his back onto the trash can, leaving him in a position that looks like a crucifix. John then climbs to the top rope and comes off with a perfectly-timed moonsault that leaves the trash can flattened.)

HS: "Wow, what grace from such a large man."

FJ: "And the trash can is no more."

(John now goes out of the ring and reaches underneath the ring. He pulls out a table and slides it into the ring. In the meantime, a third referee is running down the ramp and into the ring. John is setting the table up in the middle of the ring, but as he goes to pull Brian back up, Brian grabs him by the throat again, using both hands, and lifts him up, before just throwing him through the table.)

FJ: "What power."

HS: "And splinters are lying everywhere in the ring now. Look at John's back, it's bleeding from what the wood did to it."

(As John is slowly getting up, Brian grabs a steel chain that is about four feet long. Brian wraps it around his fist and as John is up on his feet, nails him with it in the back of the head, causing him to fall onto his stomach. Brian then unwraps the chain and starts whipping John's back with it as if it were a leather whip.)

HS: "Damn it, somebody needs to stop this! Look at the welts on John's back! His skin is being torn apart!"

FJ: "Yeah, don't you love it, too, Herb?"

HS: "NO!"

(Brian stops himself and then pulls John up by his hair and then tosses him over the top rope and out of the ring. Brian follows closely behind John. Now Brian is looking underneath the ring and he, too, pulls out a wooden table. He puts it up in front of the announce desk, and Herb, Frank and ROD all get out of their chairs.)

HS: "I wonder what he has planned."

FJ: "So do I, but I don't want to be as close to it when finding out."

(Brian gets on top of the table and pulls John with him. He sets him up for a military press and is successful.)

HS: "Look at that! John Williams must be what, 15 foot in the air? This might be the Calling of the Cataclysmic!"

(However, we never find out, because before Brian can put John through either table, the table below them collapses under their combined 616 pounds and both men land on the floor, John on top of Brian.)

HS: "Too much mass for that table."

(Both men are slowly getting up again. Brian charges John, but John ducks and hits a backdrop again, this time onto the mat. He doesn't waste any time, however, grabs Brian by the hair and pulls him over to the announce table.)

FJ: "How good I never even sat down again."

(The two are now standing on top of the table. John puts Brian's head between his legs, pulls him up and puts him through the table with a cradle piledriver. The crowd erupts in a "Holy shit!" chant.)

HS: "What a cradle piledriver!"

FJ: "And look at the blood smeared all across the remains of our table."

(John now leans against the guardrail, catching his breath while he waits for Brian to get up to his feet. As Brian does, John charges him and goes for a clothesline, but Brian ducks and John hits the timekeeper instead.)

FJ: "Whoa! Who is going to ring the bell and keep the time now?"

HS: "I'm sure we will find somebody who is qualified for that job, Herb."

(John turns around and immediately ducks as Brian charges him now. Brian goes for a big boot, but instead of John, he hits the ring announcer, who had been attending to the timekeeper.)

HS: "Two referees, the timekeeper and the ring announcer have gone down now!"

FJ: "Hopefully none of these losers is going to sue Low because of an unsafe work environment."

(John now charges Brian, but Brian ducks again and John ALMOST hits Frank with a forearm, but Frank is able to duck.)

FJ: "AHHHHHHHHHHH!"

HS: "Frank! Get up, he stopped!"

FJ: "I wasn't afraid. I was, uhhhh, I was looking for my watch!"

HS: "Right."

(Finally, Brian connects with a big boot to John's face and sends him down. He then turns his head and stares right at ROD, who just shrieks and runs away as fast as his legs can take him. He runs onto the ramp, looks around, and as he realizes that Brian is still at ringside, finally stops dead in his tracks.)

HS: "What a coward!"

FJ: "I WAS LOOKING FOR MY WATCH!"

HS: "I meant ROD, Frank."

FJ: "Umm, I knew that!"

(ROD is returning to ringside and keeps out of the Williams brothers' way. Brian now redirects his attention towards John, but John grabs him by his pants and pulls him into the camera man. Before the camera signal goes out, we can see Brian's blood-smeared head hitting right into the lense.)

HS: "This is complete carnage here tonight."

(John pulls Brian up and goes to whip him into the other set of stairs, but Brian reverses and whips John right into a ringside photographer.)

HS: "Damn, this is getting dangerous for everyone at ringside."

(Brian now grabs John and whips him against the guardrail, sending John over it and into the first row of fans' laps. As John gets back up, Brian follows him into the crowd.)

FJ: "Thank god, they're out of sight. Now I can feel safe ag-... I mean, I found my watch!"

HS: "Right, Frank, right."

(Brian and John now brawl in the crowd and away from the ringside area. As Brian takes a swing at John, John ducks and Brian hits a male middle-aged fan instead.)

FJ: "Whoa!"

HS: "Oh man, this is the worst thing that could happen to a huge company such as the AWA."

(But John and Brian don't seem to care too much, as they keep exchanging lefts and rights. They brawl past several rows of fans and also the stage and then into the backstage area. There they brawl along a long corridor, slamming each other into the concrete wall and the steel doors. Finally, John seems to get the upper hand as he repeatedly smashes Brian's head into a door.)

HS: "Not a pretty sight at all. Look at all the blood splattered across the door and the wall."

FJ: "It's getting smeared due to the repeated slams."

(A final face slam into the door causes the door to open and we find ourselves in some kind of locker room. John grabs a towel that is lying around and starts choking Brian, but Brian is able to turn around and slam John back first into one of the steel lockers. John holds on to the towel, however, and keeps on choking, but Brian rams his back into John's stomach and thus slams him into the locker again, causing his brother to release the choke. Brian then grabs John by the head and slams him into another door, which is opened up due to the impact, and John falls into the next room. As the camera enters the room, we realize we are in the shower... STACY JONES' shower! The camera quickly pulls away, but we get a glimpse of Stacy Jones' naked butt, followed by a loud scream.)

STACY: "Get out of here!"

FJ: "Get the camera back up!"

(The fans in the arena seem to be delighted, but John is up on his feet again, charges Brian and spears him into the lockers, causing an entire wall of lockers to fall over!)

HS: "I'm sure Low has to pay quite the amount to the Fleet Center's management."

(The two are up again and leave Stacy Jones' locker room and return to the corridor. It doesn't take then long, however, to brawl their way to the next door, and now Brian does as John did earlier on and smashes his brother's head into the door. As the camera gets nearer, we can read "The Legendary Low's Office" on a sign attached to the door. Brian rams John into the door once more and it opens up and we are now inside Low's office – but nobody is there.)

HS: "Thankfully for Low, he is probably still in medical care."

FJ: "Thankfully for Low? I don't think so, Herb."

(Brian goes to whip John across the room and into a wall, but John reverses it and whips Brian into the leather couch, which then falls over. John grabs Brian and walks him over to Low's desk, slamming his head onto it. The papers that are on the table are smeared with blood now. John now grabs scissors and goes for Brian's face, but Brian is able to hold on to John's hand with both of his hands.)

HS: "He's going for Brian's face!"

FJ: "His eyes to be exact!"

(The camera focuses on the brothers' faces, which are now very close to each other. Both men are breathing heavily, as the scissors are dangerously close to Brian's right eye. A well-placed knee to John's groin, however, ends his attempt to take his own brother's sight and Brian gets up from the desk again. He grabs John by the head and starts running him out of the office, ramming the back of his head into the corridor wall. The two make their way along the corridor, still exchanging fists, elbows, knees, forearms and the occasional throw against the corridor wall, until they arrive at the catering area not far removed from the stage entrance into the arena. John tries to slam Brian into a table filled with food, but Brian counters with a knee to John's midsection, doubling him over. Brian then grabs a glass can filled with boiling hot coffee, but John now kicks HIM into the midsection, grabs the glass can and smashes into thousands of pieces over Brian's head!)

HS: "Oh my god!"

FJ: "There are glass splinters everywhere, including Brian Williams' face!"

HS: "Look at his forehead! The coffee is actually peeling some of the skin off of Brian's head!"

(For the first time in this match, we get an emotion from Brian, as he holds his face and is letting out some pain-filled groans. John then grabs Brian by his long hair and pulls him up a flight of stairs. The fans cheer loudly as they realize that John and Brian are about to make their way back into the arena.)

HS: "Now the two are on the stage, and if you look to the edge of the stage, you see three tables stacked upon each other. Whoever throws his opponent through this stack of tables is declared the winner of the Family Feud!"

(John is now just punching away at Brian's bloody head, staggering him against the Vortex set. He then takes a few steps back and just rams Brian into the set.)

HS: "Whoa, that AWATron is shaking eerily up there."

FJ: "It's not gonna collapse."

HS: "You never know, we already had a Hell In A Cell Match end like that."

(John charges Brian again, but Brian gets his boot up and hits John's face. John staggers back several steps and is dangerously close to the stack of tables, but as Brian runs at him with a clothesline attempt, John sidesteps him and ALMOST throws him off the stage. But Brian is able to stop before being thrown off. He turns around and nails John with a slap that causes John to turn around. Brian then grabs John by his hair and pulls him backwards. He hooks his head, places his elbow onto John's face and hits Morbid Reality to loud boos of the fans.)

HS: "Brian Williams just hit his version of the reverse DDT called Morbid Reality! This might be it!"

FJ: "And John's head hit the STEEL stage to boot! Not that this move needs any steel to be punishing."

(Brian wipes some of the blood off his face. Underneath all the blood it seems as if we can make out just a hint of a smile on Brian's lips. He picks John up and grabs his throat, setting him up for a choke slam, but suddenly John counters with another kick to Brian's groin, takes a few steps back and hits the Canadian Destroyer that he calls Lights Out... ONTO THE STACK OF TABLES!)

HS: "HOLY SHIT!"

FJ: "John Williams just hit Lights Out through the stack of tables and both men crashed through the tables."

HS: "Not completely, though, as they somewhat overshot it, much of their fall not broken by the tables."

(The camera pans down to see the bottom table totally in tact, but both Williams brothers lying on the concrete floor under a pile of wood. The referee calls for the bell, signalling that he throws the match out, and immediately, AWA officials and EMTs arrive at the scene.)

HS: "This is what, the third time we have EMTs out here tonight? This entire show has been a disaster for the health of the AWA's roster, but that's what you get when you put such hated rivals into the ring with each other."

FJ: "We still got one hell of a night here, Herb, and the fans got their money's worth. I AM a bit concerned about John and Brian Williams, though."

HS: "Same here."

(As EMTs take care of the two massive Williams bodies, we go to a video filled with highlights from both of Nathan Hawthorne-Lee and Brian Stevens' careers... their various title wins, including NHL's US title win over Andreas Lasiewicz and Stevens' World title win over John Williams... also their Tag Team title win over Bad Blood... but also scenes of them going at it, such as last year's Revelations or in recent weeks on AWA Sunday Night Shock. Finally, we join Richard O. Dickinson III at ringside for the last time tonight.)

ROD: "Now, this was a great night of action, most of it very violent. The EMTs were all over the show, and I don't mean the great men that are running said show. We have one more match for you, and this one promises to be every bit as brutal as the previous matches. Up next is the match for the AWA World Heavyweight title, as the great reigning Champion, a member of The Administration and a close personal friend of mine, 'The Sensational' Brian Stevens, defends his title against... I AM NOT GOING TO SAY THAT IDIOT'S NAME! It's a rip off! Everybody knows it!"

(ROD gets booed as he tears into NHL. As stagehands walk past him and quickly start putting up a new table for our announcers, ROD grabs his notebook for the final time.)

ROD: "Now, here is the stipulation this match will be contested under. Coming in at number is the Dog Collar Match. At number 2 is the Lion's Den Match, so ungrateful people of Boston, you are going to see Damage Inc. EXPLODE in a Stairway To Hell Match!"

(The fans cheer as ROD makes his way up the ramp. White, red, gold, and green strobing lights flash as "No Remorse" by Metallica hits the arena. When the solo begins about 10 seconds into the song, NHL emerges from the curtain area with his lovely wife and manager, Sarah Hawthorne, following closely behind him. Sarah stops behind her husband as he stands there for a moment, staring out around the crowd, getting psyched up for the upcoming match. A short while later, NHL explodes from his trance with excitement, bursting with energy. Before starting down the ramp, he kisses his wife and Sarah watches atop the entrance ramp as he turns to walk down the ramp. As NHL walks down the ramp, he throws his arms in the air, pumping himself up and the crowd for the upcoming clash.)

HS: "It looks like Nathan does not have his wife anywhere near this environment tonight."

FJ: "Yeah, he doesn't want to watch as he gets his ass beat down by Brian Stevens."

HS: "The past of Nathan Hawthorne-Lee and Brian Stevens is well documented. They've hated each other since last April. They were at each other's throats. Then, at Revelations, Stevens with the help of Onslaught, injure NHL, making Henry the dominant personality in that backed skull of NHL. Then, the rest is history with NHL and Stevens forming the conglomorate Damage, Incorporated and wreaking havok on the entire AWA and having memorable matches along the way."

FJ: "Yeah, but then Henry gets injured on an Xplosion, Nathan tricks Brian, steals a title shot and then torments him for a week."

HS: "Also, let's not forget that Nathan Hawthorne-Lee's singles record is undefeated as well as his pay-per-view record. That is unblemished. Henry ruined both of those records, proving that he was indeed the weaker of the two minds."

FJ: "Henry may have been weaker, but boy was he more intelligent. Henry was a god amongst ants and his influence, *sniff* will be missed. *sniff**sniff*"

HS: "Are you crying?"

FJ: "No, I've got some dust in my eyes. Must be this dirty arena."

(NHL then pauses in front of the ring for a few seconds, as if he couldn't wait to get in. Nathan then makes his way to the ring steps, taking his time climbing up each step. NHL gets to the top and he takes his time getting into the ring through the top and middle ropes. NHL walks to the middle of the ring, and slowly raises his arms in the air and he then makes his way to the nearest turnbuckle and slowly raises his arms again, soaking in the cheers from his fans. Then, the lights slowly dim in the arena and the fans start booing immediately, knowing full well the man about to make his entrance. "Jet Black New Year" by Thursday hits over the PA System and white strobes start dancing, coordinated to the intro. As the secondary intro hits, red flashing lights accompany the white strobes, still mingling frantically with the songs beat as the AWA World Heavyweight Champion, "The Sensational" Brian Stevens, emerges from the back. Stevens stands atop the entrance ramp, shooting the crowd his trademark smirk as cockily as ever. A wind machine starts blowing and a smoke machine accompanies, adding a feeling of certain chaos. The uniquely colored but expertly styled crimson streaked jet black hair of Stevens moves wildly with the wind but never seems out of place as it falls around his eyes. But then, finally, Brian Stevens unzips his black and white track jacket and exposes to the world his newly won AWA World Heavyweight Championship. Stevens screams something that is inaudible to us as he starts making his way down the ramp, playing off the hatred emitting from the fans only the way this smug upstart can.)

HS: "Well, it appears that Brian Stevens is ready for tonight's match."

FJ: "Yeah, after basically Nathan STOLE this free night from Brian. But, not to worry, because Brian's got no ring rust. He's the AWA World Heavyweight Champion and he will successfully defend his title tonight in his FIRST singles defense as the World Champion."

HS: "Brian Stevens, the smug upstart, has had one hell of a run here in the AWA. It took him just under a year to achieve the greatest and most cherished prize in all of wrestling, the AWA World Heavyweight Championship. Then, he did the unbelievable and retained it during the Hell Bowl Chamber, a feat that not many men can say they did."

FJ: "And he's also an accomplished Tag Team wrestler as well as a great Strong Style competitor."

HS: "But, what will the history books say now? What will happen now that the match voted on by the fans is the Stairway to Hell match? I mean, just nine months ago, Brian Stevens ended life as Nathan Hawthorne-Lee knew it with a ladder. Now, a ladder has been introduced into this atmosphere."

FJ: "I think history will NOT be repeating itself. Brian Stevens will climb that ladder, the ladder of success -"

HS: "Pfft, so cliche."

FJ: "Go to hell. Anyway, he will climb that ladder, rip down that barbed wire, and then shred the face off NHL to the point where he loses consciousness from blood loss and Brian Stevens wins and gets his revenge on Nathan Hawthorne-Lee for screwing with him those many months ago."

(Stevens sprints from the bottom of the ramp and slides effortlessly under the bottom rope and into the ring. Brian Stevens slides until center ring before nonchalantly rolling forward and flipping up to his feet in a unique kip up. Brian Stevens starts cockily pounding his chest once up to his feet before throwing his arms open in a very conceited fashion, displaying the AWA World Heavyweight Championship proudly to the fans. Brian does this to all sides of the ring before finding his corner and removing his ring jacket. Brian proceeds to unstrap the AWA World Heavyweight Championship from his waist and gives it a kiss before handing it off to the AWA Referee. The referee raises the belt into the air and shows it off to the fans. He walks over to give it to the someone at ringside and then the bell is rung.)

HS: "And our main event is under way!"

FJ: "Oh man, this should be great!"

HS: "There are several ladders surrounding the outside of the ring as well as one set up in front of the ring. The barbed wire is resting twelve feet above the ring, just waiting to be plucked down by one of the competitors tonight."

(As the bell was rung and Herb and Frank go over the details of the match, NHL approaches Brian Stevens, but Stevens starts to circle the inner perimeter of the ring. Instead of circling with him, NHL stands there in the center of the ring, turning his head to follow Stevens. Brian circles and stares a hole through NHL and as he passes, he charges from behind, but NHL slides out of the way, and Stevens misses. Brian turns on a pivot and charges NHL from the front. This time, NHL is there and the two tie up in the collar and elbow. Both men try feverishly to try to get the upper hand. NHL starts to push forward, but then Stevens quickly turns to his right and pushes against NHL and pushes him against the corner turnbuckle. NHL spins them around and breaks the hold. He chops Stevens in the chest, but Stevens responds with a right hand. NHL strikes back with a right of his own and the two start to exchange a flurry of furious right hands on one another.)

HS: "We have the beginnings of an even paced match up."

FJ: "And they are kicking the hell out of each other."

(Stevens then kicks NHL in the gut, grabs him in a suplex, spins around, and hits a snap suplex. Stevens is quick to his feet, but so is NHL. Nathan charges the Champion and the two lock up again. NHL whips Brian into the ropes and hits a back body drop on Stevens. Stevens hits the mat high and hard on his back. Stevens arches his back from the pain, but he musters the strength to get to his feet and confront NHL face to face once again. The two tie up and Stevens kicks NHL in the gut. He grabs NHL's leg and hits a t-bone suplex on NHL. Stevens rolls to his feet and NHL is slow to get up. Stevens slaps on the STF and NHL is stuck in the middle of the ring, trying not to submit. NHL starts to bit on Stevens' hand, and Stevens breaks the hold. NHL tries to get up, but Stevens starts to stomp on the back and head of NHL.)

HS: "Brian Stevens is desperately trying to finish this match as quickly as possible."

FJ: "No, he wants to put as much punishment on NHL as possible. You're so silly in your comments."

(Stevens picks up NHL and they lock up. Stevens knees NHL in the gut and nails the Shell Shock! He goes for the cover!)

HS: "And the cover by the Champion!"

FJ: "ONE...TWO..-OH DAMMIT!"

HS: "NHL kicked out after that two, but boy was it close!"

(Stevens rolls out of the ring. He starts to walk over to the ladder that is already set up by the ring. He collapses it, but then he falls on top of the ladder as it falls and lands right on top of it. NHL stands behind the fallen ladder and body of Stevens. Nathan hops on the apron and dives off and nails a knee drop on the lower portion of Stevens' back, sandwiching Brian' body between his own body weight and that of the ladder. Stevens grabs his stomach as he flops off the ladder. NHL picks up Stevens and whips him into the ring steps, and as Stevens hits, the steps explode and fly apart. NHL laughs as he walks over to the carnage. He picks up Stevens and rolls him into the ring. NHL then takes the top portion of the ring steps and tosses them into the ring. NHL slides in and tips the steps on their front, so the front portion of the lower step is touching the canvas and it's standing up, leaving that "U" shape sticking up. NHL whips Stevens into the ropes and hits a drop toe hold. Stevens crashes into the ring step and rolls out of the ring, holding his face. NHL rolls out after Stevens, but he gets clotheslined unsuspectingly by the feigning Stevens.)

FJ: "Whoa! I thought for a minute that our Champion re-injured that nose of his."

HS: "Oh no! Good thing it didn't happen..."

FJ: "You're so pessimistic."

(Stevens rolls NHL back into the ring and follows him inside. Stevens tosses the ring steps outside of the ring and picks up NHL. After the two grapple, Stevens nails a half Nelson overhead suplex on NHL. Stevens hops to the top turnbuckle and dives off, just missing NHL with a diving headbutt!! NHL rolls out of the ring, trying to regain his composure while Stevens is inside of the ring, holding his skull after the impact he just felt. NHL finds a ladder across from the announcer's table. NHL pulls it out from its position and sets it up outside of the ring. He finds another ladder nearby and sets it up right next to the other ladder. He turns to find a third one, but Stevens is there to deliver a quick right hand to the face of NHL. The two start to exchange a series of rights and lefts and each man gets no further in their efforts to kill one another. Finally, Stevens pokes NHL in the eyes. NHL grabs his face and screams out, but Stevens takes this to be his calling and he shoves NHL's head between his legs and hits a piledriver on the challenger. STevens rolls NHL's limp body off the ground and onto the announcer's table. Stevens climbs one of the ladders all the way to the top. He looks down and then flips NHL off with the double bird. Stevens leaps off the top of the ten foot ladder and connects with NHL using a flying elbow drop. The force of the collision causes the poor announcer's table to collapse into a million pieces and both stars just lie on the cold concrete.)

HS: "OH MY GOD! THEY'RE DEAD!!"

FJ: "HOLY CRAP! WOW! VIOLENCE!"

HS: "Didn't you get your fair share with every other match of the night, including the Williams' match?"

FJ: "No, not really."

HS: "You need help."

(After about a minute, Stevens gets up from the rubble and drags NHL up to his feet. Stevens rolls NHL into the ring and pins him.)

HS: "Stevens for the cover!"

FJ: "ONE...TWO...T-AH DAMN! NHL kicks out at the very last second."

HS: "That was so close, about a hair from being over."

(Stevens gets up, frustrated, and brings NHL to his feet. Stevens and sets him up for a suplex, but NHL blocks! Stevens tries again, but NHL blocks it again! NHL whips down in an implant DDT and Stevens' head connects with force. NHL picks Stevens up off the mat and whips him into the ropes, but Stevens counters the whip. Stevens bends down for a back body drop, but NHL sees it coming and slows down. Stevens senses this and stands up to be ready, but NHL jumps and nails a high knee on Stevens. Brian rolls out of the ring and tosses in a ladder. NHL grabs it from Stevens' unsure grip from the outside and he sets it up underneath the barbed wire. NHL starts to climb the ladder, but Stevens enters the ring and drop kicks the ladder, causing it to fall. NHL hops off and lands on the mat and the ladder bounces off the top rope. Stevens hits the unsuspecting NHL with a super kick and NHL falls to the mat as the ladder falls back onto him from its rebound on the ropes. Stevens sets up the ladder on the mat and sandwiches NHL between each ladder leg. Stevens hops onto the top turnbuckle and leaps off, nailing NHL with a double stomp. NHL flings open the ladder and tries to desperately get out, but his head gets trapped inside the ladder's legs. Stevens leaps into the air to end it all, but NHL gets his head out just as Stevens lands down on the ladder. The ladder acually scraps some of NHL's head it was that close.)

FJ: "We almost witnessed the first decapitation here in professional wrestling."

HS: "Nathan is just lucky he was able to make it out safely."

FJ: "This match looks like it's just heating up. I mean, they'll do one crazy thing, like destroy an announce table, then they'll bring it back into the ring and wrestle, but this time, using that ladder as a part of their deadly game."

HS: "Whatever it is, the fans are truly getting their money's worth here tonight, that's for damn sure."

(Stevens brings NHL to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Stevens tries for a lariat, but misses, instead, NHL latches onto Brian's head and spins around and nails a tornado DDT. NHL gets up from the mat and slides the ladder halfway through the top and middle ropes, a little less than halfway through. Stevens gets up, and NHL and Stevens tie up, but NHL gets the upper hand here and grapples Stevens from behind and hits a northern lights suplex and holds the bridge for a cover.)

HS: "NHL could have it here! ONE...TWO..-Ah, Stevens kicks out!"

FJ: "Good attempt here by Nathan, but unfortunately the Champ just wasn't ready to bow down to NHL's 'undefeated streak'."

HS: "Grow up and call this fairly."

FJ: "Whaaaat."

(NHL gets to his feet before Stevens does and we see NHL standing next to the ladder on the apron. Stevens gets up, but NHL grabs the ladder and slides it straight through into Stevens' gut. NHL sets the ladder up like before and hops onto the top rope. NHL looks at Stevens and Brian looks at Nathan. NHL smiles then hops off the top rope, leg dropping the ladder, which in turn causes it to catapult upwards, nailing Stevens right under the jaw. NHL tris to adjust his fall, but he lands on his side and is slow to get up. Inside the ring, Stevens is slow to get up as well, in fact, he's not moving. NHL gets up and claws his way into the ring. He lazily drapes one arm over Stevens for another cover.)

HS: "ONE...TWO...TH-OH NO! We were just a millisecond away from having a new AWA World Heavyweight Champion!"

FJ: "Yeah, but you see, a fighting Champion, like Brian Stevens, knows when to kick out, because it's instinct, Herb; pure instinct."

(NHL looks and sees that the there is a ladder set up outside in front of the announcer's table and directly in front of the ring. NHL slowly walks towards it and grabs it from still inside the ring. He pulls it up and in and sets it up under the barbed wire, and right next to the downed body of Brian Stevens. NHL starts to climb the rings of the ladder one by one, getting to the top with some good speed. He reaches for the barbed wire, but he falls off the ladder. Brian Stevens was there to pull him down and prevent him from getting there. Stevens grabs that ladder and folds it up. He charges NHL, but NHL ducks and Stevens hits the ropes and bounces backwards. NHL hits a drop kick on the ladder against Stevens and Brian falls flat on his back. NHL leaps into the air and hits another leg drop on that ladder, crushing it between Stevens and the mat. Brian starts to squirm a little as he clutches his chest and NHL rolls around the ring, holding his right hamstring muscle and his ass from the impact.)

FJ: "Oooh, that's gonna hurt."

HS: "You can say that again."

FJ: "Oooh, that's go-"

HS: "I wasn't being literal."

FJ: "Oh."

(NHL gets up slowly and grabs a hold of the ladder. He sets it up around Brian's body and starts to climb it, each time getting one rung closer to that barbed wire so he can spill the blood of his most hated rival. As NHL is about to touch the barbed wire, he gets punched in the head. Brian Stevens has climbed the ladder really quickly to try to beat Nathan to the punch - pun intended. NHL and Stevens start to exchange a series of rights in the desperate attempt to be the only person on top to grab the barbed wire. Stevens blocks a punch, and headbutts NHL and NHL becomes wobbly and he slips down a few rungs before he falls off, but not before his foot gets caught in one of the rungs. The referee tries to free NHL from his predicament, but it's useless. Meanwhile, up top, Brian unlatches the ball of barbed wire and he starts to step down from the ladder, each step the smile on his face getting wider and wider as he sees that Nathan is helpless to defend against razor sharp barbed wire. Stevens pushes the referee out of the way and he relishes the moment as he stares straight into the yes of NHL. NHL stares right back, screaming for him to do it. Stevens then swings down and crushes the barbed wire between his hand and NHL's face. He starts to grind it back and forth with blood starting to trickle slowly from his hand. NHL starts to scream as Stevens rips that barbed wire across the forehead of the challenger.)

HS: "The barbarism!"

FJ: "I've been waiting all night for some more blood!"

HS: "You're really sick, you know that?"

FJ: "Of course I do. You remind me every damn time we sit at this stupid table, or lack thereof right now."

(Stevens pulls the barbed wire away, but is shocked to see that there isn't much blood coming from NHL's forehead. NHL starts to laugh as a small drop of blood drips down his face.)

NHL: "You idiot, you're using the wrong side. HAHA!"

(As if taunting him, NHL lifts up, frees his foot, and then he swings it around and kicks Stevens in the side of the head. NHL gets up an limps towards Brian. He picks him up and lifts him into the air and drops him down in a stalling vertical suplex straight onto their backs. NHL gets up and finds the ball of barbed wire. He starts to unravel the ball and he starts to wrap it around his right arm all the while staring at Stevens on the mat. NHL then grabs the ball with his fingers with a little of the barbed wire already tearing into the flesh on his right arm. He walks up to Brian and elbows him in the side of the head where some blood starts to trickle down. He punches Stevens in the stomach with the barbed wire ball and then he punches him straight in the face with that ball. NHL mounts Stevens and starts to punch Brian in the face, with each shot, some more blood is seen and less of Brian's skin is seen. NHL stops and he unravels the barbed wire from his arm and he spits in the bloody face of Stevens. Half of Brian's face is covered in blood and bleeding pretty badly, but NHL doesn't seem to care. He then knocks down the standing ladder and wraps the barbed wire around the top of it, distributing the barbs evenly throughout the top of the ladder.)

HS: "What on earth is NHL doing?"

FJ: "I don't know, but we should call this match over because poor Brian is cut open. The match is called."

HS: "On a count of blood? I seriously doubt it."

(NHL walks over to Stevens and lifts him to his feet, but Stevens hits an Ace Crusher out of nowhere!)

HS: "PIN HIM!"

FJ: "Make the cover! Come on Brian, you can do it!"

(Brian starts to slowly crawl over to NHL's downed body and tries with all of his might to roll him over on his back. Then, Stevens collapses right next to NHL.)

FJ: "DRAPE AN ARM OVER! DRAPE AN ARM OVER!"

(Stevens lifts up and hooks one of NHL's legs as the referee goes for the pin.)

HS: "ONE...TWO...THR-OH! NHL kicks out!"

FJ: "Damn!"

(A bloodied Stevens rolls off NHL and then onto his back and both men lie on the mat. Stevens starts to slowly crawl towards the barbed wire ladder. He reaches it and slowly gets to his feet. He looks over and NHL is now on his stomach. Stevens grabs the ladder and picks it up. He gets it in battering ram position and waits for Nathan to get to his feet. NHL gets up, with his back to Stevens. He is slow to turn around, but then Stevens rams NHL in the stomach with the ladder's head. Immediately there is some blood coming from NHL's stomach. Stevens rams NHL there again, and there is a little more blood coming from there. Stevens then hits NHL in the chest, and we see some blood starting to pour out from the ripped flesh on NHL's chest. Then, Stevens winds up and cracks NHL in the skull! NHL falls to the mat and then onto his stomach. Stevens walks over to NHL with the ladder and starts to pound it into NHL's back and we see blood starting to pool in the lower part of NHL's back and run down the sides. NHL rolls over onto his back and then Stevens drives it down onto NHL's chest, but NHL rolls out of the way at the last second. Brian then follows NHL again and tries, but NHL rolls out of the ring. Stevens drops the ladder and follows NHL to the outside.)

HS: "Both men are battered and bloody. NHL has some blood running down the left side of his face where he received most of the blow. There is blood coming from all over his upper torso. It's an absolute warzone."

FJ: "And let's not forget the AWA Heavyweight Champion's injuries. He's got lacerations on his face and abdomen."

HS: "And this war is over the most coveted prize in the AWA. These two men are putting it all on the line for a chance to walk out of here as the best wrestler in our company."

FJ: "In my eyes, I think that both men here deserve the title after this display."

HS: "Non-biased? Are you feeling ok?"

FJ: "What?! I can't be impressed?"

HS: "You can, you just never show it."

FJ: "Well sooorry!"

(Stevens grabs NHL and whips him into the ring and NHL's back connects with great force and he falls to the ground. Stevens brings NHL to his feet and rolls him into the ring. Stevens slides in and picks up NHL and lifts him into the air and connects with a stalling cross-legged brainbuster.)

FJ: "Stevens hit the SlapShot?"

HS: "No, not exactly. He has a modified brainbuster in his own aresnal, but there's no doubt that Nathan's brainbuster is slightly more powerful and effective."

(Stevens waits for NHL to get to his feet, but when NHL is up to one knee, Stevens runs towards NHL and misses with an attempted enziguri. NHL brings Stevens to his feet and whips him into the ropes, but Stevens counters it and NHL goes into the ropes instead. Stevens leaps at NHL and grabs his head and spins around like a tornado DDT, only instead of hitting the DDT, Brian lifts NHL into the air for the North Star Driver, but NHL slips down and pushes Stevens into the ropes. On the way back, NHL kicks Stevens in the gut and lifts him into the air. NHL brings Stevens' head down onto the ladder!)

HS: "THE SLAPSHOT!"

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

HS: "NHL has done it! NHL has put Stevens away like he said he was going to do. Stevens just didn't have it in him to defeat NHL. The third time was not the charm tonight!"

FJ: "And not only that, but NHL has just captured his FIRST AWA World Heavyweight Championship!"

(From the back, we see Sarah Hawthorne walk out and she's clapping every step of the way. NHL doesn't see her because he's standing on the second turnbuckle holding his AWA World Heavyweight Championship into the air, showing it off to the fans. Sarah has to go around the ring to climb up the only set of ring steps left, and she does it in front of NHL's turnbuckle. She enters the ring and hugs her bloodied husband. She raises his arm into the air as NHL drops to his knees, admiring the AWA World Title that he holds in his hands.)

HS: "Ladies and gentlemen, tonight, Nathan Hawthorne-Lee, the GOOD NHL has defeated his former partner in Damage Inc., Brian Stevens, to add the AWA World Heavyweight title to his already impressive list of AWA Championships. We can only assume that Stevens wants his title back and that The Administration will help him getting it back, but for now, this is Nathan Hawthorne-Lee's moment. Make sure you tune in to AWA Sunday Night Shock to find out what the fallout of AWA Vortex 2006 will be..."

(As NHL and Sarah celebrate inside the ring, the AWA copyrioght logo appears and we slowly fade to black.)

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