(The AWA logo flashes across the screen.)

("10.000 Fists" by Disturbed plays as we see the AWA United States Champion Nathan Hawthorne-Lee preparing and training for tonight's main event. Jessica Kassle is by his side, as we see very brief glimpses of the things Low did to her mixed into NHL's training footage.)

Power unrestrained
Dead on the mark
Is what we will deliver tonight
Deliver tonight

(We cut to scenes of NHL battling and battering Low at various points in his career, including last spring, when NHL not only defeated Low for the AWA World title, but also was partly responsible for ending the reign of terror of The Administration.)

Pleasure fused with pain
This triumph of the soul
Will make you shiver tonight RAH! RAH!
We'll make you shiver tonight, yeah!

(We now see the scenes from a week ago where Beverly Rhode berated NHL, but NHL countered Low's sneak attack and hits the SlapShot before applying the Penalty on Low. With Low screaming in pain, the scene fades to black and the music fades as well.)

("Bionic" by Placebo begins to play. We see black and white footage of Low sitting by himself in a dark room, holding the AWA World title belt in his hands. The belt actually isn't in black and white, but in the most shining gold. After a few moments, we see a computer animated version of Low being pushed up a mountain by various animated people from throughout his AWA career - Drake Hyde, Mortis Valley, Black Dragon, Jack Happy, Brian Williams, President Gray...)

Harder, faster
Forever after
Harder, faster
Forever after

(We then see the same animated Low being pushed up a mountain by more recent animated AWA superstars - Nathan Hawthorne-Lee, Jayson Price, Orlando Ortega, Logan Alexander, Brian Stevens, and also a number of apparent AWA fans.)

None of you can make the grade
None of you can make the grade
None of you can make the grade
None of you can make the grade

(Finally, we see the animated Low all by himself at the top of the mountain. In fact, he is on top of a small plateau hovering above the top of the mountain. Suddenly, a second Low appears next to him on the plateau and keeps pushing him. Finally, just before the original Low is pushed off his plateau, the screen goes black and a big orange question mark appears on the screen.)

Harder, faster
Forever after
Harder, faster
Forever after

(The music fades and generic music plays as the Wrestlefest VIII opening is played. We quickly go into New York's sold-out Madison Square Garden, where fireworks go off left and right.)

HS: "Ladies and gentlemen, the AWA celebrates its seventh birthday by holding AWA Wrestlefest VIII. This is our final show of the year 2006, and Herb Summers and Frank Jackson welcome you to a packed show from a packed Madison Square Garden to end 2006 on a high note."

FJ: "And what a night it promises to be, Herb. The two top Champions in the AWA today are going face to face, title for title, in a Low Rules Match. AWA World Champion Low versus AWA US Champion Nathan Hawthorne-Lee is our main event tonight."

HS: "Furthermore, we will see the first-ever Triple Threat Iron Man Match, as ECW explodes. Jayson Price defends the No Limits title against Logan Alexander and Terry James. We are also going to see a best-of-three-falls match between Jeff Christianson and Bryan Peek, with every fall having a different stipulation. The first fall will be a Hardcore Match, the second fall will be a Steel Cage Match, and should a third fall be necessary, it will be a Submission Match."

FJ: "In other action, Javex Valerius will defend the Cruiserweight title against Orlando Ortega, and Snake will take on Sin in a First Blood Match."

HS: "We will have a Fast Lane Battle Royal for a shot at the No Limits title, as matches between Darby O'Shea and Gabriel as well as Brian Stevens and A.C. Smith. But now the Crestside Street Fight between Jai Williams and Quade DeSade is about to get going." p>(The darkness speaks. "I am the new way to go. I am the way of the future." The voice repeats its words as a silhouette rises on the screen; an emotionless face is lit by an unseen flame, eyes closed, breathless. Her voice then speaks without neither her eyes nor mouth opening. "There's a lot of innocent people being crucified." The face on The Ameritron begins to be consumed in fire that only moments before lit it causing the hard features to crack like fine china to reveal the face of...

QUADE DESADE

Quade staggers down the ramp towards the ring oblivious to the calls of the people on either side of him. His face seems a grim freeze of pain; his eyes are haunted. Red raw from the many nights now separated from The Iron Maiden. Taking his steps slowly he halts for just a moment as if to catch his breath and then to look back up the ramp to the empty spotlight where The Iron Maiden should have been standing tonight..... waiting.)

HS: "Wait a minute, Frank! I have just received word that Jai Williams is not in his dressing room! We are going to try and get a camera back to where he exactly is, as deSade is in the ring awaiting Jai Williams' entrance!"

(The cameras flash to the parking lot outside the arena. It's snowing in blankets outside the arena, and the camera focuses on Jai Williams, who is outside, with a kendo stick in his hand. He has a sadistic look spread across his face as he begins speaking.)

JAI: Oh no, deSade! You have it ALLLL WRONG!!! This is a FIGHT, THERE ARE NO ENTRANCES!!! Get that ass back here and meet me in the parking lot, RIGHT NOW!!!"

(deSade wastes no time, before he climbs out of the ring, and heads to the back, grabbing a steel chair along the way. He reaches the parking lot, where Jai is waiting for him. deSade throws the chair at Jai at high velocity, Jai barely dodges the chair, it catching him on the shoulder, and Jai takes a wild swing with the kendo stick. DeSade barely ducks the shot, and shoulder tackles Jai up, and into the snow. DeSade gets to his feet, and begins laying in major boots to Jai. Jai is able to get himself up to his feet, and retaliate with a few punches, causing deSade to back up. Jai then grabs deSade by his head, and rams it into the fender of a nearby car. Jai then grabs deSade by the head again, trying to ram his head into the car again, but this time it is blocked by deSade, and deSade follows through with a few punches to the stomach, before grabbing Jai and throwing him on the hood of the car. DeSade follows Jai up onto the hood of the car, and gets Jai to a standing position. He then tries to hook Jai up, and hits him with a suplex right onto the roof of the car! Jai rolls around in pain as deSade wastes no time getting him back to his feet. He tries to pick him up again, but catches a finger to the eyes by Jai, and Jai tosses Quade right off the roof of the car! DeSade smacks the concrete, and gets up woozy, only to catch a missile dropkick off the roof of the car by Jai!)

HS: "What a move by Jai Williams! He jumped straight off of the car!"

FJ: "I feel bad for whoever's car that is."

(The both of them lay on the ground, trying to recover. Jai is the first to get up, as he grabs his kendo stick, and waits for deSade to get back up. DeSade does, but catches a shot across the back with the kendo stick! Jai then follows through with a couple more, and grabs deSade by the head, and throws it directly into the glass window! deSade's head bounces off the window, but doesn't shatter it, thereby knocking deSade temporarily dumb. Jai goes back after deSade, but deSade sees him coming, and trips Jai up with a drop toe hold, cracking Jai's face off the car. Jai slumps down off the car, and onto the ground, as deSade gets back to his feet. DeSade gets the kendo stick, and begins choking Jai with it. Jai struggles for a moment, as he is allowed to get to his feet. Jai tries to fight the lock off, but deSade has it locked it. Out of desperation, Jai grabs deSade by the head and drops down, delivering a jaw-shattering jawbreaker. DeSade bounces backwards, and stumbles off, as Jai gains his breath back, deSade is hunched over, grabbing his jaw. The both of them get back to their feet, and charge each other. The two begin trading blows, and continue brawling across the street from the arena.)

HS: "Jai and deSade are taking it across the streets now!"

FJ: "THIS IS WHAT I"VE BEEN WAITING FOR BAYBEE!!! YEAH!! VIOLENCE!!!"

HS: "Relax, Jackson."

(deSade grabs Jai by the head, and throws him through a door, and into a nearby club. The people in the club automatically begin cheering, and trying to get in front of the cameraman as he follows the two of them into the club. The cameraman tries the best to capture the fight as Jai and deSade begin brawling further into the crowd. Jai delivers a solid right to deSade, causing him to fall into a crowd of people on the dance floor. Drinks and dancers scatter as Jai and deSade continue to fight. Jai grabs a drink from a nearby waitress, and takes a heavy drink, and smashes the glass off of deSade's face! DeSade automatically splits open, blood pours all over the dance floor. DeSade continues to move to the bar, Jai right behind him on his head, delivering punches. DeSade turns around, delivering a hard haymaker to Jai's jaw, knocking him senseless. Jai stumbles back, and deSade grabs him by the head, and drives it into the bar. DeSade slams Jai's face off the bar again and again and throws him over the bar. DeSade the reaches over the bar, but only to catch a beer bottle by Jai! Jai then grabs deSade by the head, and returns another slam to the bar. Jai then climbs up on the bar, and grabs deSade forcing him up onto the bar. He grabs deSade, but deSade hits him with a low blow. DeSade then grabs Jai, and wraps him up, delivering a belly-to-belly suplex, tossing Jai off the bar, and into the liquor shelves! Liquor bottles shatter, as Jai hits the ground, alcohol pours all over him, glass digging into his back, shoulders and head. DeSade walks around the bar, and grabs Jai, and tosses him back over the bar. DeSade flashes his crocodile smile to the crowd as they all cheer and boo at deSade. DeSade grabs Jai, and they head over towards the DJ booth, which is suspended over the bar and dance floor.)

HS: "Jai and deSade have torn apart this entire bar!"

FJ: "They'll take care of it. They can afford to do it. Now, TEAR THAT DJ BOOTH UP!!!"

(The worried DJ reluctantly moves out of the way as Jai and deSade barrel their ways over towards the booth. DeSade grabs Jai, and tries to slam his head off of the turntables, but Jai blocks it, grabbing a piece of vinyl from the DJ table, and cracks it off deSade's head! Jai then grabs the entire turntable, and smacks deSade right in the head with it! DeSade falls backwards down the steps a bit, but Jai pulls him back on the platform. He leans deSade up against the tables, and gets a head full of steam, charges deSade, spearing him through the tables, off the platform and onto the dance floor!)

HS: "OH MY GOD!!! JAI AND DESADE HAVE TO BE DEAD!!! THEY JUST FELL TEN FEET!!!"

(The two of them lay prone on the dance floor, a circle of people surrounds them. The referee begins the ten count. One….no one moves. Two….still, no movement. Three..)

HS: "Now, as everyone knows, the way to win is to knock your opponent out for the ten count! Now, it seems as if there may be a double count out!"

FJ: "Bullshit! This is far from over!"

(The ref has reached seven, but Jai and deSade have shown signs of movement. Jai is able to get to one knee, as has deSade. DeSade is able to recover quicker than Jai, and he grabs Jai by the head, delivering a few punches to his head. He then grabs him by the head, and tosses him head first out of the bar. The two of them continue fighting….)

HS: "Well, we have to get back to the arena! This match isn't over yet! They have the entire city to cover, we have to get back to our matches here at the arena, but we WILL be following and keeping track of where these two are going!"

FJ: "Hurry up! Get these other matches done with! I want to see where they're going now!"

HS: "Fans, we're getting word that A.C. Smith is arriving at Madison Square Garden!"

(We switch to a view of the parking lot, where a number of police cars and a sports car are rolling in. They stop in reserved parking spaces, and Smith gets out to a massive pop from inside the arena.)

A.C.: "Thanks for the escort. I was running a bit late."

OFFICER: "No problem at all."

(Suddenly, Travis Gray, president of the AWA, walks into the shot. He sizes up the police officers next to him before glancing at A.C.)

GRAY: "A.C., I'd like you to come inside for a minute. I have an idea for your entrance tonight, I'd like very much to share it with you. I assume you all are representatives of the NYPD?"

OFFICERS: "Yes, sir."

GRAY: "Come with me as well."

(Everyone walks off as the scene fades to black.)

HS: "Wow! I wonder what Travis Gray has planned. A.C. looks as focused as he's looked in his career here in the AWA!"

FJ: "Try and imagine how little I care."

HS: "Ugh. Regardless, fans, now let's get things going with the Fast Lane Battle Royal! Seven wrestlers will do battle in this pinfall-only free-for-all for a chance at the No Limits Championship!"

FJ: "Psh, the only thing I'm interested in is the debut of Summer Andrews! She's hotter than a two-dollar pistol!"

HS: "Frank! Try and be respectable for once in your life. Here come the wrestlers now!"

(Gladiator fanfare plays over the speakers as the wrestlers come out. Leading them is Onslaught, who dodges spit shot by one of the fans on the aisle. Sid stands tall to show his imposing figure, while Johnny Nightmare walks just behind him. Yuri Zagreb keeps his head down in concentration, and whistles from men in the crowd follow Summer Andrews as she walks to the ring. Razor completes the order, and everyone heads into the ring.)

HS: "Well, we're all set to go...wait, where's Andreas Lasiewicz?"

FJ: "Who the hell cares? The match'll be boring with him, and it'll be boring without him..."

(The arena darkens slowly. An air siren begins to sound, with red spotlights shooting in all directions. The screen suddenly turns to static before a slightly robotic feminine voice speaks.)

'All Bets Are Currently Off...'

(The show picks up again after an image of an eagle quickly flashes upon the screen. A thunderous drum and bass line plays from the P.A system as red lights flash around the darkened arena to the rhythm of the music.)

HS: "What's going on here?"

(As a wailing guitar joins the drum and bass, pure white smoke blows out of the 'O' shaped tunnel.)

FJ: " Wait... Is that?"

HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY

('Blood Pollution' by Steel Dragon blasts out around the arena as a figure stands facing the tunnel. A huge Polish Eagle tattoo on his back.)

Gimme blood
Gimme blood
Gimme blood
Gimme blood pollution

HS: "Is that him?"

(Andreas Lasiewicz spins around out of the smoke, his face painted in the colors of the Polish flag. He spits into the air and grins evilly.)

Bad mornings, good nights
Gotta run gotta hide from the light

Bar lights, blind my eyes
Crash the car and got in a fight

(He wastes no more time and sprints to the ring as his opponents await.)

HS: "Well, we're all set, and there's the bell!"

(Lasiewicz slides into the ring, and is met with a series of stomps from Sid. Yuri Zagreb tries to join in, but is kicked in the testicular region by Summer Andrews! He retreats to a corner in pain, but Andrews follows him and rolls him up in a small package! The referee is there to count, one, two, three!)

HS: "And Yuri Zagreb has been eliminated in the opening seconds of the match by the debuting Summer Andrews!"

FJ: "INCREDIBLE! OUTSTANDING! WHAT A GREAT MATCH!"

(Zagreb is forced out of the ring by the referee, and the match continues. Lasiewicz is now at his feet, and locks up with Sid before coming away with a quick snap mare. On the other side of the ring, Onslaught and Razor are exchanging haymakers, but after a few, Onslaught holds his smaller opponent at bay and picks him up in a gorilla press-style. He attempts to throw Razor over the top rope and onto the arena floor, but he grabs the top rope and flips back over to stay in the ring.)

HS: "A very nice move by Razor to recognize where he was."

FJ: "HUSH! Summer Andrews is still kicking ass in there, that's all that matters!"

(We focus on Andrews, who indeed appears to have the upper hand against Johnny Nightmare. She uses an arm drag to bring him down, and goes into the ropes for a running attack. However, at the same time, Razor whips Onslaught into the opposite set of ropes, and the giant levels Summer Andrews with a massive clothesline! He wastes no time in making a nonchalant cover: One, two, three!)

FJ: "This sucks."

HS: "And Summer Andrews has been eliminated by Onslaught. Give the unwitting assist to Razor."

(Onslaught taunts Andrews on her way out of the ring, but is low-blowed by a recovered Johnny Nightmare! The crowd roars in approval, but Nightmare motions for them to shut up. As he stomps a mudhole on Onslaught, we see Sid pick Lasiewicz up and slam him down to the mat with force before covering him, one, two, no, only two. Nightmare motions to Razor for some help handling Onslaught, and he responds by joining in on a double suplex. Razor goes to the ropes, coming off with a knee drop to the ribcage, and Nightmare follows suit. The latter tries to make the cover, but at the count of one, is pushed off by Razor! The referee counts again, one, two, three!)

HS: "And Onslaught is eliminated!"

FJ: "But watch out for Nightmare! He looks as pissed as I am!"

(Indeed, Nightmare's face is a deep shade of crimson. He hits a swift kick to Razor's midsection and keeps stomping away as Onslaught is escorted to the back. Sid and Lasiewicz are still going at it tooth and nail, and the Polish Spirit takes his opponent down with a double-leg takedown. He attempts to flip over in a cover at the same time Razor rolls Nightmare up in a backslide. The referee sees Lasiewicz first, and makes a two-count before Lasiewicz is thrown halfway across the ring. He turns around and sees Razor's pin attempt, making only a one-count before Nightmare squirms out. Razor, enraged, stands up and argues with the man in pinstripes.)

HS: "Razor is bent out of shape, and I don't blame him one bit! Nightmare was down for about a four or five-count, but the referee saw Lasiewicz first."

FJ: "He can't worry about being pissed that much. Look now!"

(Indeed, Nightmare has a sadistic grin on his face as Razor continues to banter with the referee. He hits his second low blow of the contest before using a surprisingly-agile la magistral cradle! The referee is right there to count, one, two, three!)

HS: "Tough break for Razor."

FJ: "He brought it on himself! He didn't focus on the dangerous Johnny Nightmare when he should have, and he got what he deserved!"

HS: "What's with your sudden interest in the match?"

FJ: "Jumping bandwagons is fun."

(Nightmare waves to Razor as a taunt before sitting in a corner and watching Lasiewicz and Sid do battle, as they have for the entire match. They exchange some punches before Lasiewicz notices Nightmare out of the corner of his eye. He stops a punch from Sid, and motions over to the corner. He nods, and suddenly, Lasiewicz runs over and hits a sliding kick to the chin of Johnny Nightmare! The crowd goes nuts as he grabs for the ropes with a stunned expression on his face.

(Lasiewicz and Sid pick Nightmare up, whip him into the opposite set of ropes, and meet him with a double face buster. Sid then signals for the Highway to Hell as Lasiewicz nods in approval and steps out. Sid picks Nightmare up by the throat, and slams him down with a bang! Here's the pin attempt, one, two, three!)

HS: "And Johnny Nightmare is gone, leaving only Sid and Andreas Lasiewicz, who have battled since the match started, to duke it out for a shot at the No Limits title!"

FJ: "Go get him, Sid!"

HS: "Are you serious? Three bandwagons in one match?"

FJ: "I'm a skilled jumper. I should go pro."

(Lasiewicz retreats and sizes Sid up. The two grapple before Sid pulls Lasiewicz in and inexplicably bites his neck! The Gambit retreats to the ropes in pain, but is followed by Sid, who throws a few knife-edge chops to the Polack's sternum before executing a Yakuza kick that knocks him down. He attempts a cover, but Lasiewicz gets to the ropes at two. Sid then picks his opponent up, but is met with an elbow to the stomach and a quick DDT! The Polish Spirit covers, one, two, no, now Sid got to the ropes.

(Lasiewicz takes advantage of the situation, hitting a few kicks to the gut and sternum. Sid rises, but Lasiewicz goes behind and takes him back to the canvas with a Russian legsweep. This is followed by a leglock, but Sid reverses the hold!)

FJ: "Here we go! This is the end of Andreas Lasiewicz right here! Sid, meet the No Limits title!"

(Lasiewicz slowly but surely moves to the ropes, and after a minute or two of pain, reaches them to a huge pop from the sell-out crowd! Chants of "Holy shit! Holy shit!" start as Sid's jaw drops. He releases the hold and signals for the Highway to Hell yet again!)

HS: "What guts shown by Andreas Lasiewicz to get to the ropes!"

FJ: "Not like it matters. Sid'll hit the Highway to Hell, and it'll be over still!"

(Sid picks Lasiewicz up by the throat, but is met with a swift kick to the gonads!)

HS: "Frank, is it possible someone has been more thoroughly WRONG than you have during this match?"

FJ: "Shut up."

(Lasiewicz runs to the ropes and comes off with a swinging neckbreaker. He then dashes to the turnbuckles and comes off the top rope with an elbow that connects squarely with Sid's stomach! Lasiewicz bounces up, and calls for the Peace Maker!)

HS: "Peace Maker coming up!"

(Sid rises to his feet, but Lasiewicz's super kick finds his jaw, and the giant tumbles to the mat. Lasiewicz goes for the cover, and the referee is right there: One, two, three! Lasiewicz's hand is raised as "Blood Pollution" plays once again!)

HS: "And Andreas Lasiewicz finishes a match-long battle with Sid with a Peace Maker to ensure a shot at the No Limits Championship! Frank, any intelligent thoughts?"

FJ: "This sucks."

HS: "Why break precedent?"

(We cut to a commercial for the upcoming AWA book release "John Irons - A Hired Gun's Memories". We cut to Frank at ringside.)

FJ: "I'm getting word that our roving camera crews have lost Quade deSade and Jai Williams in the streets of New York. But we do have footage taped during our last segment that we are bout to show you now. We haven't had time to edit this piece so you at home are seeing this raw first hand as are me and Herb Summers."

(On the AWA Ameritron the scene opens to show the cameramen's perspective shifting through a crowd near the roadside. He seems to be caught in a forest of camera-clad tourist shifting towards a set of waiting Greyline double decked, open topped busses. Suddenly there is commotion towards the front of the queues as people struggle to leave on bus that is already departing. A the camera man tries to get a clear shot he catches two men on the open top deck brawling causing the passenger to back off to the back and front of the bus.)

FJ: "That looks like our boys there on that bus.

HS: "How the heck did those two end up on a bus!?"

(The images fast forwarded suddenly to reveal the cameraman now level with the upper deck of the Greyline bus and keeping pace with it.)

HS: "Shit me Herb is that cameraman flying?"

HS: "This is just an example of what we here at the AWA will go to in bringing our fans all the action."

(Quade suddenly rears up into view with Jai Williams' head in his hands. He begins to ram Jai's head off the exposed metal frame of a seat. Quade hammers away with Jai's head as the fans back a the Garden count along quickly reaching ten, the cheering wildly at deSade's display of remorseless brutality.)

(Then as Quade pulls Jai to a vertical base he stumbles as the bus shifts lanes; Jai rams home an Elbow to Quade's gut; The bus brakes as it is cut off in traffic, the cameraman struggle to keep the two wrestlers in shot as his bus pulls away from the one Quade and Jai are on.)

(The cameraman recomposes the shot to show that Jai and deSade have been thrown to the front of the bus as it had shunted up through the gears and accelerated. Quade is now pinned against a half-windscreen with Jai's Elbow lodge hard under his chin and Jai Williams' pushing at The Fire Cross.)

FJ: "Look at that. I think Jai is actually trying shove Quade of the bus!"

HS: "That New Your traffic can be murder Frank, and if Jai succeeded Quade will be crushed alive in that Christmas gridlock!"

(Jai does it. Quade falls.)

(and lands hard on the rear boot of a the car that had cut in front earlier. The sound of the metal crumpling is loud enough that5 it can be heard over the honking horns of the traffic.)

(The camera pans up to focus on Jai staring down at deSade from his vantage point on the top deck of the bus.)

(FJ: "That must have twenty feet easy Herb!"

HS: "Jai Williams has just tried to kill Quade deSade live on TV."

FJ: What is that anyway? A Pontiac, Buick, Plymouth. It old anyway and built like a tank, Quade canno … I don't believe my eyes!"

(The burned arm of Quade deSade rises, and point up at Jai Williams. The finger ball into a fist and rotate to flip the middle finger up at The Crestside Monster. Jai's scream of rage echoes over the crowd at the Garden from the speaker of the AWA Ameritron. The Fiery Cross pulls himself clear of point of impact to land awkwardly between the lanes of traffic just as it begins to move again.)

HS: "That man lives everyday in room in that damned bondage club. He has ‘relations' with an iron maiden. In the four since Hell on Earth he has never once sought medical treatment for that burned arm. How the Hell do kill Quade deSade!?"

( Jai focuses on the top deck of the following tour bus. Jai Williams has gone. Stalled by the traffic both buses stopped more than a couple of bus lengths distant. At the rear of the following bus the camera shows passenger scrambling to disembark, then Quade stumbles into view physically grabbing innocent bystanders and throwing them up against neighboring cars or out in to oncoming traffic before stepping on to the bus.)

(It's almost like the cameraman does a double take as he suddenly frames Jai and deSade back on the top deck of their bus hammering the stuffing out of each other. Quade snaps out with a thumb to Jia's eye; driving home a Kick to his opponents gut Quade then shoves across the top of several seats; Quade fights the motion of the moving bus and drills a football styled punt-kick into Jai's exposed midsection once then twice as he manhandles Jai towards the front of the bus.)

(Quade pulls Jai to his feet but suffers another elbow from Jai, a Raised knee to deSade doubles Quade over and Jai locks in a side Headlock on Quade.; Jai leaps up onto a set then it its back before leaping into the bring deSade down in an improvised Bulldog.)

(Then traffic is moving and for some moments there is no visible action from the pursuing bus despite the cameraman's positioning. Jai then shunts into view, is obviously off balance and falls backwards out of sight again; Quade then lunges up from the top deck but catches himself by catching hold of the seating to either side of him. Quade uses the extra stability to starting dropping heavy stomps on the prone Jai Williams; Quade reaches down after a half dozen rapid stomps pulling Jai into a side Headlock; pulling Jai to the forward end of the bus they are both suddenly thrown forward as the their bus is halted by a red light; Quade uses the momentum and Jai's head is driven hard through the glass of the top deck windscreen; The camera pans up to the traffic lights band shows that his bus is waiting for a green right lane turn; the camera pans back to9 the wrestlers as Quade pulls Jai upright into a Hammerlock; Quade jerks it up the spine of Jai causing him to cry out; the cameraman shows the turn light turn green and the cameraman's bus pull away from the stationary tour bus with Quade and Jai on it.)

(The cameraman fights to keep the top of the other tour bus in frame but the shot is rapidly retreating out of focus. On the other bus Quade has shifted the Hammer Lock into an Arm Wringer and is leading Jai back down the bus)

HS: "No, Goddamit!"

FJ: "Wait, wait .. I think we can still see them. Can we sharpen the picture, blow it up at our end. Something, come on guys!!!?"

(The shot on the Ameritron suddenly pauses. It throws to show the section of the trailing bus with jai Williams in deSade's Arm Wringer. The pictures goes through a quick set of contrast and white balance sweeps before running again to the cheers of the Madison Square fans in attendance.)

(The focus is still dodgy from the efforts by the cameraman but the shot manages to hold the two in frame. Quade deSade shifts grips on Jai again from the wringer in behind Jai and locking in a Full Nelson. Both men struggle violently as Quade slowly pushes Jai to the far side of the bus. Then shoves over the side.)

FJ: "Crucifier!!"

(Quade then shifts again to get a better foothold. Quade pulls Jai up about a half a foot before executing a Crucifier styled Full Nelson Powerbomb by leaping out of sight over the far side of the bus.)

FJ & HS: "Nooooooooo!!!!!"

(The scene on the Ameritron freezes at that point. The crowd in the Garden is numbed, there is a wave of cheering at the Hellacious display but it soon dissolves into a stunned murmur as the mob waits for news on the fate of the two wrestlers.)_

FJ: "As I was informed and the informed you prior to that footage our camera crews lost track of both Quade deSade and Jai Williams. AWA administration is calling police, hospitals, ambulance and paramedic stations for any news of their whereabouts."

FJ: "We will of course keep all of our fans updated."

(We return into MSG where the sound of a beer being poured into a glass fills the arena as the lights take on a rich green hue. "Sunday, Bloody Sunday" by Pillar flares over the sound system, signaling the arrival of "The Angry Irishman" Darby O'Shea.)

HS: "Ladies and Gentlemen, what a brawl we're about to show you here. Darby O'Shea and Gabriel have been at each other's throats for the past few weeks, and I can't believe that this will be anything other than brutal."

FJ: "Hold on, shut up a second!"

(Molly Mayhem struts out from the entranceway, drawing catcalls and hoots from the majority of the male population of the arena.)

FJ: "Okay, keep going - I just had to see this chick come out - she stirs up me Irish blood!"

HS: "That's what you call it?"

(Doing her best to ignore the adulation of every male in the place, Molly turns and beckons The Angry Irishman himself, who stalks into the arena with a vicious, twisted grin on his face. Molly interlinks her arm with his and they move toward the ring, the grin on Darby's face remaining set in stone. Upon reaching the ring, the twosome slide in simultaneously. Darby gets to his feet first, assisting Molly to her feet before finding his way to a corner. Molly says a few words to her man before exiting the ring as Darby lifts himself into a seated position on top of a far corner turnbuckle, settling in to watch Gabriel enter. Molly takes her place outside the ring, looking up at Darby.)

HS: "Darby's looking extremely focused tonight, and he may just be able to take this one tonight!"

FJ: "I'd like to be able to say that he could, but he's the underdog here tonight - nobody can say otherwise!"

(The lights, formerly deep green, extinguish themselves all at once, bathing the arena in darkness. With the darkness comes an uncomfortable silence, the calm before the storm. All at once, the big screen at the entrance is engulfed in a blinding, white light.)

FJ: "AW, MOTHER! I always look, even though I know what's coming! My eyes!"

(The light begins to fade as a bell rings twice somewhere in the distance, and the hard chords of Metallica's "For Whom The Bell Tolls" begins to play. The bells continue to ring through every sequence of chords, providing an otherworldly feel to the otherwise familiar music. Grey smoke begins to pour down from above the stage onto the entrance ramp as a giant white cross appears on the screen above the stage. A slowly moving figure, bathed in white light begins to move through the smoke pouring from above.)

HS: "Like him or not, one has to admit that Gabriel has an awe-inspiring entrance, something that must have some psychological effect on Darby O'Shea."

(The chords take on a heavier tone as Gabriel steps through the smoke like a beacon of light in the arena, his white robes seeming to glow in the lack of light, much like the cross on the screen. His giant glowing Bible in his hand, Gabriel takes slow panning looks to the left and right as he stands in front of the ring. Darby, at his post on the turnbuckle, never takes his eyes off Gabriel as Gabriel begins his ascent up the ring steps. Metallica's chords take on an even heavier tone as Gabriel steps through the ropes into the ring. Upon reaching the center of the ring, Gabriel slowly raises his giant Bible above his head as a single white strobe light flickers down upon him from the heavens. Once the Bible reaches the peak of it's upward movement in Gabriel's hands, all of the lights in the arena return. Gabriel holds his pose for a moment before lowering his arms and moving to his corner.)

HS: "This thing is about to get started! Both of these guys have some good technical skills, but one would imagine that this isn't gonna be about that. This is gonna be an all-out, ugly brawl!"

FJ: "Look at the size of Gabriel! WHY would you try to straight out fight him? Oh, right - Darby's Irish. That's why."

HS: "FRANK!"

(Gabriel places his bible on the outside of the ring, then begins to remove his robes as Darby, tired of waiting, leaps off his turnbuckle and runs at Gabriel. Gabriel, with his back turned, turns around too late as Darby is all over him with a flurry of punches and elbows to the head and chest. The bell rings as Darby tries to get his early advantage by putting the bigger man in the corner.)

FJ: "He couldn't even wait!"

(Darby, having seemingly gotten to the still robed Gabriel, nails him with a hard shot to the head before just straight up trying to choke him in the corner. On the outside, Molly screeches for Darby to keep the pressure up, and Darby's fingers seem to dig even deeper into Gabriel's flesh. The referee isn't having any of that, and he shouts at Darby to break the blatant choke, beginning his five count. When Darby shows no sign of breaking the choke at 3, Gabriel takes matters into his own hands and grabs Darby by the neck, effectively causing Darby to break his own hold. Darby responds by kicking Gabriel in the gut, then grabbing his wrist to send him out of the corner with an Irish Whip. The big man comes out of the corner a little bit before putting the brakes on and reversing the whip, sending Darby flying sternum first into the near corner. Darby stumbles out backwards, but Gabe shoves him right back into the corner.)

HS: "Okay, Darby should probably not try to match power with this guy. It's definitely a bad idea."

(Grabbing Darby's head, Gabriel proceeds to slam Darby into the turnbuckle repeatedly, knocking him for a loop and causing Molly to scream in despair. After 6 head slams, Gabriel simply tosses The Angry Irishman aside and quickly whips off his white robes, gently placing them on the outside of the ring, next to his Bible. Darby, for his part, shakes off the cobwebs quickly and gets to his feet, coming face to face with Gabriel, who is now prepared for battle. At this point, Darby starts jawing it out with Gabriel, who stands silent, unimpressed. Darby goes back to his original plan and starts swinging, prompting Gabriel to respond in kind as the two start trading blows. Darby, shockingly, begins to get the better of Gabriel, who begins to back up as Darby's flurry increases in ferocity. Not wanting to give up the advantage, Darby follows up with some harsh headbutts, putting Gabriel on the ropes. After an illegal eye rake, which the ref warns Darby about, Darby gives Gabriel a HARD Bell Slap. Gabriel, unwilling to take this indignity, glares at Darby. Darby rethinks his plan and takes off for the opposite side of the ring. Darby bounces off the ropes and starts coming back at Gabriel, who charges into the middle of the ring and lifts his foot for a Big Boot. Darby baseball slides underneath the foot and pops up behind the big man, hooking him up for a Russian Leg Sweep, which Gabriel elbows out of.)

HS: "Lots of back and forth action here in the early goings! Darby's putting up a hell of a fight, maybe he's trying to wear down the big man."

FJ: "I seriously doubt that's gonna happen. Nobody can really say how much energy Gabriel really has."

(Darby, going for what's worked so far, throws another straight punch at Gabriel. Gabriel grabs Darby's arm in midswing and pulls him forward, slamming his own shoulder straight into Darby's chest. The wind visibly leaves Darby's body, and he blanches as Gabriel follows up with the same maneuver. Gabriel repeatedly pulls Darby into his shoulder, then drops his opponent with a vicious short-arm clothesline. Darby hits the mat, dazed, but Gabriel keeps a hold on his arm to hold him down. Gabriel proceeds to wrap his other hand around Darby's throat - then both hands find Darby's throat. Darby wildly tries to pry Gabriel's hands off his windpipe, but it doesn't happen and Gabriel uses his raw power to lift Darby by the throat.)

FJ: "OH MAN! This is bad for Darby!"

MOLLY: "COME ON, BABY!"

(The ref, for his part, shouts for Gabriel to break the choke and begins his five count. Gabriel glares at the ref for doing his job, then slams Darby to the mat with a Sit-Out Double-Handed Chokeslam, damn near putting Darby through the ring. Gabriel holds Darby's legs and the ref drops for the count - 1, 2, and Darby kicks out by clapping his feet around Gabriel's head. Gabriel angrily shoves Darby's legs to the side and rolls to his feet, touching his ears to check for blood. Darby woozily gets to his feet as Gabriel runs toward him, infuriated. Darby sidesteps and lets Gabriel pass, gaining his back and stretching the bigger man into a Full Nelson, in preparation for Darby's Full Nelson slam! Darby strains to lift Gabriel off his feet, but can't budge him, as Gabriel almost cracks a smile while patiently waiting to be slammed. Darby heaves, strains, and damn near blows a blood vessel as he tries to lift the 300+ pounder. Gabriel, for his part, looks annoyed - then strangely worried - then in full on pain as Darby ceases attempting to lift him and locks in the Full Nelson to really stretch the big man out. Darby, showing some impressive power, takes Gabriel to a knee. Gabriel refuses to holler or cry out in pain, but the look on his face shows enough as the referee asks him if he'd like to give up. Gabriel, in response, gets back to his feet - and goes one step further by hunching over a little bit and lifting Darby on his back! Darby refuses to relinquish the hold, and Gabriel stumbles backwards into a corner, smashing Darby between the turnbuckle and the big man's body. Darby manages to still hold on, and Gabriel repeats this maneuver. Darby, losing his grip, opts to headbutt Gabriel in the back of the head repeatedly before releasing the hold and scrambling up the turnbuckle. Gabriel stumbles away, his back to Darby. On the outside, Molly is in full effect, screaming for her man to finish the job.)

HS: "Darby's setting up for the Irish Rover! He may just have it here!"

(True to Herb's word, Darby leaps off the turnbuckle for his bulldog finisher - but Gabriel surprises us all again with his speed, whipping around and snatching Darby out of the air with a hand around the throat, bringing him hard to the mat with a quick chokeslam. Darby crashes and burns as Gabriel catches his breath, staring at the crumpled form of his opponent.)

FJ: "Oh, man...not good."

(Gabriel stomps Darby's chest into the mat, taking out some frustrations, then pulls Darby to his feet. Inhaling quickly, Gabriel places both hands in the proper position and lifts Darby into a Military Press! Gabriel, after holding Darby up for a few agonizing seconds, tosses The Angry Irishman into the air, then catches him and brings him to the mat with a HARSH powerslam! Gabriel proceeds to boot scrape Darby, adding insult to injury as Darby clutches his stinging face. Molly, for her part, looks on in concern as Gabriel contemplates his next move, seemingly in no hurry.)

HS: "Gabriel has always been noted for his methodical style, but here you gotta wonder if it's something more akin to sadism!"

FJ: "Doesn't that involve whips and chains and all that? Isn't that outlawed in the Bible?"

HS: "...Sure, Frank."

(Gabriel reaches down and palms Darby's head, lifting him up to his feet. Darby swings at Gabriel's arm, loosing the grip, and takes off for the ropes. Darby bounces off and comes flying at Gabriel with a cross body block! Gabriel catches Darby in midair, grinning, and hefts him up for a fallaway slam! Darby fights out of it, causing Gabriel to drop him. Darby gets to his feet quickly, staggering the big man with a boot to the gut, and he runs the ropes again, charging quickly back at Gabriel. Gabriel quickly straightens up and lifts his foot, slamming his Big Boot right into the mush of Darby, who slams to the mat and looks to be out of it.)

HS: "My God, what a boot to the head!"

FJ: "Darby O'Shea is in lala land!"

(Gabriel picks up Darby and sets him up for a powerbomb, but suddenly Molly comes flying out from the outside with a chair in hand! Gabriel sees her right away and shoves Darby back down to the ground.)

HS: "Molly's going to hit Gabriel with the chair!"

FJ: "Duh, who else is she going to hit?"

(Molly swings for a homerun shot, but Gabriel ducks it and hits a reverse DDT on her!)

HS: "Well, I can't say Molly didn't deserve that."

FJ: "Who cares! Gabriel just ruined a perfectly good chair shot!"

(Gabriel picks Molly up and the ref starts to tell him to let her go.)

HS: "The ref can't do anything here because its perfectly legal for a match participant to defend himself against outside interference."

FJ: "Gotta love that rule..."

(Gabriel now positions Molly in a powerbomb position and the crowd actually cheers! Gabriel hoists her up and hits her with A Sinner's Drop! Gabriel rolls the unconscious Molly out of the ring and turns back to Darby.)

HS: "Molly just got manhandled by Gabriel!"

(Gabriel turns, but suddenly falls back. Darby rolls him up in a school boy pin and grabs the tights! The ref can't see and he counts to three as Gabriel frantically tries to kick out! The ref calls for the bell as Gabriel powerfully kicks out, sending Darby into a nearby corner.)

HS: "Darby stole the match after Molly distracted Gabriel!"

(Darby's music never gets to play as Gabriel gets up in a rage! Darby sees this and tries to run, but Gabriel grabs him by the hair and pulls him over the ropes and into the ring from the apron! Darby lands hard and Gabriel helps him back up, whipping him into the ropes. Darby comes off and Gabriel turns him inside out with a HUGE clothesline!)

FJ: "He just did a full backflip on the spot!"

HS: "Gabriel is just being a sore loser right now, even if he did lose in a cheap way."

(Gabriel picks Darby up and lifts him right into the Test of Faith! Darby flails around in pain, but not for long, as Gabriel heaves him off of his shoulders and drops him into a psycho driver!)

HS & FJ: "Sinful Fate!"

(Gabriel collects his robes and Holy Bible, leaving the unconscious Darby in the ring. As he prepares to exit, he looks at the Molly, whose eyes flutter open as she begins to come to.)

HS: "Gabriel has backed up his words tonight! He took out both Molly Mayhem and Darby O'Shea, in a big way."

FJ: "I love it when hostile words get backed up! Who would have believed at the beginning of the night that this relative newcomer Darby O'Shea would have had enough in his tank to beat the big man of God, Gabriel?"

FJ: "I have to tell you Herb, O'Shea isn't tied down with the same Biblical Laws that constrain Gabriel. He follows his own rules. Wait strike that. Apparently he follows Molly's rules! And who wouldn't, really?

HS: "Wait a second Molly has slid into the ring AGAIN behind Gabriel with a chair! Doesn't she learn? JUST LET HIM LEAVE! She can't even WALK straight right now, what the HELL is she thinking?"

FJ: "This isn't going to be good, oh man Gabriel spotted her! He's got her by the throat! She hasn't had enough yet?!

(Chair falls out of Molly's hands behind Gabriel. Darby who has now woozily gotten to his feet grabs the chair. He stumbles over to Gabriel who is about to chokelam Molly. He rears back and nails him over the head with the chair and they ALL fall to the mat.)

FJ: "This guy is one ruthless Irish bastard! I love it!"

HS: "I can't believe this! Gabriel is moving! He's getting up!"

(Gabriel stands up and turns towards Darby who is apparently gloating while flat on his back. Before he reaches O'Shea, Molly SOMEHOW manages to get to her feet and take off toward Gabriel, slamming him in the back of the head before she crumples to the mat. Gabriel falls back to the mat, Darby crawls to Molly and gives her a tired kiss.)

FJ: "This is Bonnie and Clyde all over again, because everybody's DYING in the end! This is great!"

HS: "This is ridiculous, how can these two Irish people STILL be fighting? And how can Gabriel expect to hold off both of them, with chairs no less!"

(As Darby and Molly celebrate on the ground Gabriel again starts to stir. As he stands to his feet he glares at O'Shea and Molly, then begins to slowly stalk towards them. As the crowd stirs we see a very large man slide in the ring behind Gabriel carrying a chair of his own. He hauls back and creams Gabriel with a chair shot that echoed around the entire stadium, busting Gabriel wide open. As Molly and Darby stagger to their feet they see Gabriel miraculously stirring. All three of them take their chairs and nail him with a 3-way chair shot, although the newcomer's does the most damage, knocking Darby's and Molly's chairs away from their hands. The threesome make their way out of the ring, Darby and Molly both assisted by the bigger man. Darby grabs a mic as they stagger to the top of the ramp.)

HS: "I can't believe what we have just seen! Who is this monster?

FJ: "Who cares about that, Gabriel has been decimated! Right AFTER decimating Molly and Darby!"

HS: "By three people hitting him with steel!"

FJ: "Either way they are the ones still standing...kind of."

(As the threesome reach the top of the ramp they turn towards the ring. The big guy lifts Molly up to his shoulder as Darby somehow manages to stand on his own power in front of them.)

MOLLY: "Listen up you bloody wankers! You know me, you definitely know Darby O'Shea! Let me introduce you to Darby's new enforcer, they call him The Gaelic Goliath, he is Grady Gallagher! We are sick and tired of trying to fit into s system that is broken down! The only way for us to fix this broken system is through a change to the way of Anarchy. We will not follow the rules of this federation! We will no follow the rules of this society! Will not follow the rules of LAW. From this point on we will do what we want, when we want and how we want! We are The Irish Anarchy League and mark my word we will make changes!"

(The screen behind them flashes a large IAL logo. Molly's mic slips out of her hands and Darby falls flat on his face, staggering back to his feet before the 3 make their way to the back.)

HS: "What the heck does that mean?"

FJ: "I'm not entirely sure but it sounds good to me."

(The scenes flash to the South Seaport district of New York City. The camera gets a nice shot of the Seaport mall, and pier 17. Many people roam the streets, and visiting the mall. The scene is relatively calm for a minute, until suddenly, you hear a loud crash, and out of the far left of the camera, you see Jai Williams and Quade DeSade still battling it out. You see Jai being kicked out of the same bus that the two of them were last left off. DeSade is quick to follow him off the bus, as Jai gets back to his feet. The two of them bleeding profusely from their faces. DeSade starts punching Jai in the face, as Jai tries to stumble off. Jai then grabs a trash can lid off of a trash can, and takes a swing, connecting with Quade's head. The shot rings deSade, knocking him backwards. Jai then jams the lid into deSade's abdomen, and follows up with a sot to the back with the lid. DeSade seethes from the pain, and tries to walks towards the mall area. Jai follows him, and shoves him to the ground. The two of them stumble and fight their way to the door of the main entrance to the mall…)

HS: Oh no. Jai and deSade found the mall.

(Jai grabs deSade, and throws him through the big glass front door, and into the mall area. DeSade stumbles to his feet, and Jai cracks him with a punch, and then tosses him in a nearby fountain! He then grabs deSade, and begins forcing his head into the water! DeSade is able to fight off Jai, and kick Jai in the stomach, and follows through with a punch to the throat. Jai stumbles back into a nearby store.)

HS: Uhhh..it looks as if Jai has stumbled into EB games.

FJ: Yeah, put that technology to use! THIS IS FOR NOT CARRYING OUR GAME, GODDAMN EB GAMES!!!

(The nerdy clerk looks surprised to see the two of them crash into his store. He tries to kick Jai out of the store, but catches a punch to the dome for his troubles. DeSade is quick to jump on Jai with a spear right into a display of PS2 games. Jai lays prone on the ground as deSade grabs a cord to a controller, and wraps it around Jai's throat. Jai tries to escape from deSade, but deSade tightens the cord around Jai's throat. Jai then brings up a foot right to deSade's groin, causing him to let go of the controller! Jai then walks over to a display station, sampling the game "Guitar Hero 2." Jai then grabs the guitar controller, and rips it out of the socket. DeSade then charges Jai as Jai is turning around, and Jai connects right to the cheekbone with the guitar, shattering it to pieces, and flooring deSade! Jai drops the guitar and rests up against a center display of games, before going after deSade. He grabs deSade, and throws him right through a glass case! DeSade hits the case, and then hits the ground as Jai tips over an X-box 360 display station over at deSade, but deSade is barely able to get out of the way. DeSade is able to scramble to his feet, as Jai stalks him. deSade stumbles out of the store, and into the food court! Jai follows him, as deSade grabs a lunch tray. DeSade swings, and blasts Jai with the tray, knocking him into a group of people eating in the court. The people are in shock, some are cheering loudly as the two of them fight over towards a taco stand. DeSade busts Jai's head off the cash register, and stretches him over the counter as he grabs a bottle of hot sauce. He opens the bottle, and pours the sauce in Jai's eyes!)

FJ: Ha! Gimme a Crestside Monster Taco with extra sauce! HAHAHA!!

(Jai grabs his face as he tries to get the sauce out of his eyes, as deSade charges him. Jai sees him coming, and ducks, hitting a backbody drop onto deSade, and deSade flies into the kitchen area. Jai wipes the sauce away, and goes after deSade. He grabs a cheese shredder, and sets deSade up. DeSade gets back up, Jai charges him with the shredder, and catches him in the face with the shredder, ripping the flesh around deSade's forehead! DeSade hits the ground as blood sprays all over the floor. Expletives and screams are heard from the both of them as Jai gets him back to his feet. DeSade automatically grabs a baking sheet, and whacks Jai with it. Jai slips on the sauce and the blood on the floor, and hits the ground, as deSade jumps back on top of him, hitting him a few more times with the sheet. DeSade rolls off of Jai as Jai lays there for a moment. DeSade stumbles away from the kitchen as the referee begins the count. The ref gets to about five, and Jai gets back to his feet, and looks for deSade. Jai looks around the lobby of the food court, and spots deSade near a store named USA Sports store. Jai gets a running start, spearing deSade through the glass window, and into the store!)

HS: What a way to enter a store.

FJ: The two of them have made their way into a sports store.

(Jai gets back to his feet first. He grabs deSade as they venture into the store. Jai is quick to grab the first weapon, a hockey stick off of the display. Jai begins swinging at deSade, but deSade sees him coming, and moves out of the way, causing Jai to knock over a bunch of displays. DeSade hooks Jai by the head as he is falling, bring Jai down with him, deSade gets back to his feet, and throws him into a Bowflex station, and Jai hits the weights face first, knocking him cold. Jai lays there for a moment, while deSade grabs a skateboard. He walks over to Jai, and gets him to his feet, before ramming the board into Jai's stomach, folding him over. DeSade then slams the board over Jai's head, knocking him to the ground. DeSade then puts the board on the ground, and gets Jai back to his feet. He then hooks him as if he's going for a suplex, but Jai blocks it, and delivers a shot to the kidneys. DeSade folds over, and Jai grabs him by the head, and DDTs deSade's head right through the skateboard! The two of them lay there for a moment, and Jai then is able to get to his feet.)

HS: These two are destroying the entire city of New York! When, or where is this going to end?

(The two of them continue fighting out of the store, and through the mall. The scene switches back to Herb and Frank.)

HS: Once again, we have to head back to the rest of the card, but I doubt this is far from over!

HS: "Next up on the agenda is a match a lot of people in the arena have been waiting for. Brian Stevens, former AWA World Champion, wrestles his biggest match since returning from suspension, taking on New York City native A.C. Smith!"

FJ: "I've certainly been waiting for it."

HS: "Oh really? Why?"

FJ: "To see A.C. get his ass handed to him by the better man, of course!"

(The lone gritty guitar of Thursday's "Jet Black New Year" hits us like a brick to the head as the lights in the arena dim. White lights dance to wildly to the beat. As synthesizers join the guitar, a flood of red flashing lights join into the fray. Suddenly, the drums kick in and we go into the second intro. The trademark wind machine and smoke machines are blowing wildly as finally, Brian Stevens makes his entrance through the tunnel. The fans go crazy booing and heckling, which simply makes Stevens smile proudly on the stage as the chaotic smoke and wind breeze past him. After a few seconds on the stage glaring into the audience, Brian Stevens proceeds down the steel ramp way to the ring. The arrogant Stevens walks the entire outside of the ring, occasionally bantering with fans, until he slides into the ring. Stevens rises to a knee as the lights around the ring darken and an occasional light flickers to the beat of the music. Stevens just kneels center ring, almost in some sort of prayer. However, as the seconds pass, he finally smirks and rises to his feet and backs himself into his corner.)

HS: "Not a great reaction for Brian Stevens tonight."

FJ: "Allow me to make up for it. GO BRIAN STEVENS! KICK A.C.'S ASS! DESTROY THE BUM!"

HS: "Ugh...why should I expect anything different from you, Frank? At any rate, this next entrance should get the capacity crowd here at Madison Square Garden going!"

(Stevens is in the ring when, suddenly, Frank Sinatra's "New York, New York" starts playing over the speakers. The crowd does not know what to expect until police officers clad in NYPD uniforms come out to line the aisle. This takes as long as the song lasts, and it slowly but surely fades out. We then hear the familiar strains of "Keep On Rockin' in the Free World" blare as a police car rolls down the ramp ever so slowly. It stops at ringside, and A.C. Smith steps out to a massive ovation from the hometown crowd before getting in the ring.)

HS: Incredible! What an entrance from the Big Apple Asskicker here tonight! This is clearly a different ballgame for him here.

FJ: Yeah, maybe he'll actually accomplish something when it matters.

HS: "Frank, I have never seen A.C. Smith this focused in his entire career. There is truly no love lost between these two men, and we should see a match that reflects that bad blood."

FJ: "The only blood we'll see tonight is the blood of the Big Apple Asskisser all around the ring. GO GET HIM, BRIAN!"

(The bell rings, but neither man is in any particular hurry to attack. Chants of "A.C.! A.C.! A.C.!" begin, and A.C. points to the crowd. Stevens, though, is not impressed, and flips A.C. off! He then goes in for a slap to the face, but A.C. blocks it and crushes Stevens with a downward forearm that sends him to the canvas early! A.C. then pounds his sternum in a "Bring it" taunt, and the crowd goes wild again.)

(Stevens gets up, and the two lock up. Stevens comes away with a palm strike that sends A.C. into the ropes. He follows with a few quick knife-edge chops and an Irish whip, catching Smith with a dropkick on his way back. Smith goes down, and Stevens takes advantage, nailing a few knee strikes to the head of the Big Apple Asskicker. Smith is hoisted up to full height, and Stevens runs behind, coming off the ropes with a bulldog that takes the much-taller Smith down again.)

HS: "After a fast start, A.C. Smith is now at the mercy of Brian Stevens. How did he get that elevation to do that bulldog?"

FJ: "BECAUSE HE'S BRIAN STEVENS, OF COURSE!"

(Stevens attempts a cover, but only gets a two-count. He picks Smith up again, but this time, A.C. hits a few right hands before locking up. He throws Stevens into the ropes, catching him with a sidewalk slam to plant him into the canvas. He hits a few stomps on his fallen rival before an elbow misses its target as Stevens rolls out of the way and gets to his feet. The two lock up, and Stevens sends A.C. into the ropes. However, as he's setting up for a hip toss, he is leveled by a flying tackle! A.C. attempts a cover, but only get a long one-count.

(Not discouraged, A.C. gets up and waits for Stevens to get to his feet. He does, but when he grabs his head, Stevens hits a cheap shot to the groin. The crowd boos emphatically as the camera zooms in on a sick grin on the face of Brian Stevens!)

FJ: "I LOVE IT! I LOVE IT!"

HS: "Smith showing relative inexperience there. He waited for Stevens rather than nailing him when he was down, and it cost him dearly, as he crumpled to the mat after the low blow from the 2006 Rulebreaker of the Year."

(Stevens then takes Smith's arm and puts him into a hammerlock, with A.C.'s face buried into the mat. He locks in the hold tighter and tighter with each passing second as Smith grimaces in pain. However, the New York native spins out, and hits a one-arm jawbreaker to release the hold. Stevens is knocked into a corner, and Smith winces in pain while holding his left wrist. He shrugs off the referee, and hits a charging elbow to Stevens' head. He follows with a few forearm smashes and right haymaker punches before locking in a bear hug!)

HS: "Both wrestlers using submission moves to wear each other down."

FJ: "Psh. With that wrist the way it is, that bear hug is as powerful as a man with the craps on the john!"

HS: "FRANK!"

(However, Frank is proven right, as Stevens breaks the hold with a few punches. He hits a leaping roundhouse kick that knocks Smith through the ropes and onto the apron, following it up with a sliding kick that pushes the Big Apple Asskicker to the arena floor. Stevens waits for Smith to get to his feet, which he does, and quickly, but then Stevens hits a suicide dive that drives both men into the steel barricade! Chants of "Holy shit! Holy shit!" begin as the referee starts his count.)

HS: "Wow! What a move by Brian Stevens!"

FJ: "I just hope his head didn't hit the barricade too hard! That hit may ruin his movie career."

(Indeed, Stevens has a few bruises on his face after hitting the guardrail. He stands up and badmouths A.C., but neglects to notice that there are a number of NYPD officers standing nearby! One grabs Stevens and hits a monster right hand before throwing what is left of his beer into Stevens' hair!)

FJ: "POLICE BRUTALITY! SUE HIS ASS!"

HS: "Oh, shut up. It's Stevens' own fault, who DOESN'T notice when there are plenty of guys in blue with badges around?"

(A.C. recovers, and grabs Stevens' hair to try to throw him back into the ring. However, he immediately takes his hand away, wrings it out, and throws him back in by the tights to uproarious laughter by the policemen!

(Back in the ring, Smith picks Stevens up by the shoulders and stands him up before whipping him into the ropes and catching him with a powerslam. The referee is there to count, one, two, no, only two. Smith, learning from his past mistake, keeps stomping a mudhole on the fallen Brian Stevens. Stevens finally makes it to his feet, and comes away with a rolling neck snap to drop Smith to the canvas. As Smith is down, he drapes over the top rope, looks at the police officers, and wrings his hair at them before flipping them off. However, they start to chuckle at him. When the camera view changes, we see why, as Smith is up! Stevens turns around, and gets leveled by a lariat that sends him back to the arena floor in front of the cops!)

HS: "And now it's Stevens whose bad move gets the better of him. He took his eyes off Smith to taunt the representatives of the NYPD, and he may pay for it dearly now!"

FJ: "If they do a thing to Brian Stevens, I will personally recommend a lawsuit to Travis Gray!"

(The police have their nightsticks out, but Smith dashes out and yells at them to put them away.)

A.C.: "Put 'em away. I want to beat this guy with some honor."

(Perplexed, they follow his order as Smith tosses Stevens back into the ring, once again by the tights. He tries to pick Stevens up, but he counters with an inside cradle! The ref is there, one, two, thr-no, he tossed Stevens off at two. The rulebreaker takes no chances, and smashes his skull with knee smashes galore, all the while spitting at the former NYPD officer between shots. He picks Smith up and sprints to the other side, coming off the ropes with a swinging neckbreaker that sends him to the canvas once again.)

HS: "Well, Smith has great intentions, but in trying to beat him with honor, he may have lost a chance to win."

FJ: "Honor schmonor! Stevens will kick his ass either way."

(Stevens busts out a standing moonsault to his fallen opponent, and attempts another cover, one, two, no, Smith kicked out. He's slightly perplexed, but he then hits a standing shooting star press, and covers again, getting another near-fall. He goes over towards the referee and yells at him for a time, again not noticing Smith recovering. He lines up for a spear, but as Stevens turns around, he sidesteps the spear, and A.C. gets the official, knocking him out!

(Stevens takes advantage of the situation, digging in his tights and dragging out brass knuckles. He attempts a right cross, but Smith blocks it and hits a knee to the chest. He digs in, grabs the foreign object, and tosses it into the crowd. Stevens is stunned as, once again, he receives the "Bring it!" taunt. He attempts the Front Guillotine Choke, but Smith catches him in mid-air and counters with a spinebuster! He attempts a cover, but there's no referee to count, despite the fact that Stevens is laid out. He picks Stevens up, but he counters with another low blow before running to the ropes and executing a perfect sunset flip, but, like with Smith, nobody is around to count the pin. The referee comes around, but not until after the Big Apple Asskicker has kicked out.)

HS: "This match should have been over twice!"

FJ: "A crafty move by Brian Stevens!"

HS: "...he cost himself the match too, you know."

FJ: "Oh. Damn."

(Both Smith and the referee get to their feet. Stevens hits a few knife-edge chops to the chest before whipping Smith into the ropes and catching him with a slingshot suplex. He goes down and locks in a front facelock. Smith gets to his feet, but Stevens was waiting for it and DDT's him back down to the mat. He then signals to the crowd for the Ace Crusher!)

FJ: "ACE CRUSHER COMING UP! SMITH IS DONE FOR!"

HS: "Stevens clearly on the offensive now, he may be ending the match right here!"

(Stevens lifts A.C. up, and hits the Ace Crusher to the boo's of a capacity crowd. He signals another obscenity to the crowd, before going for the cover. The referee is right there...

ONE...

TWO...

THR -)

FJ: "NO! NO NO NO!"

HS: "He kicked out! He kicked out of the Ace Crusher! Where is he getting this strength from?!"

(The crowd goes crazy as Stevens shows a look of shock and disbelief as he stares at the referee. He goes back to Smith, picking him up, but A.C. hits a series of gut punches that drop Stevens to a knee. Smith picks him up into a shoulderbreaker, and nails it to more wild cheers. He waits for Stevens to get up, then runs to the ropes and levels him with a lariat! He waits, then hits another, then a third, before signaling to the crowd for the Big Apple Asskicker!)

HS: "What a huge turn of events here! Now it's A.C. Smith calling for HIS trademark maneuver, and this crowd is LOVING it!"

FJ: "This crowd MINUS one pissed-off color commentator. Get it right."

(A.C. lifts Brian Stevens up, and slams him down in a gorilla press slam before following it up with a big splash! The ref is right there...

ONE...

TWO...

THR -)

FJ: "YES! YES YES YES!"

HS: "What a match, ladies and gentlemen! Both men showing tremendous grit and courage, kicking out of brutal finishing moves!"

(A.C.'s steely glare is finally broken with a confused look. He then, however, shrugs it off, picking Stevens up off the canvas and throwing him across the ring with a Samoan drop. He then dashes over to a turnbuckle, scales it, and comes down with a flying elbow! However, Stevens leaps up to avoid the impact, and Smith crashes to the ground with tremendous force as Stevens bears the sadistic smile once more.)

FJ: "Smith's really gotta work on his elbow smashes."

HS: "A great reaction from Brian Stevens, and now it is Stevens who appears to have the upper hand!"

(He stomps a fallen Smith many times before calling for a North Star Driver!)

HS: "A North Star Driver? Smith is 6 inches and 30 pounds bigger than Stevens! How is this going to happen?"

FJ: "Because he's Brian Bleeping Stevens, that's why!"

(Smith is picked up and whipped into the ropes. Stevens picks Smith up and quickly brings him back down, driving Smith's head and neck into the canvas! Here's the cover...

ONE...

TWO...

THREE!

The bell rings as "Jet Black New Year" by Thursday blares over the speakers once more. Brian Stevens' hand is raised in victory as he collapses onto a nearby set of ropes.)

FJ: "HE DID IT! Brian Stevens slammed the Big Apple Asskisser, the dork of the AWA, to the mat, and pinned him cleanly!"

HS: "Slanderous insults aside, that he did. What an amazing match, I'm sure this is what Travis Gray was looking for when he said he wanted Stevens to work his way back up the ladder!"

(Stevens regains the grin, and sets his sights on the NYPD contingent. He walks out and gets into verbal spats with them. They get ready to pour the rest of their beer into his face, but security steps in and ushers Stevens to the back. We cut to the back where Logan Alexander and Low can be seen having a conversation, before returning into The Garden. "Fever for the Flava" by Hot Action Cop begins to play and the crowd erupts into loud cheering with a few ECW chant thrown in as Jayson Price steps through the curtain, raises his hands in acknowledgement to the crowd, and heads towards the ring, he rolls into under the bottom rope and opens up his briefcase, revealing Jayson's trademark glass covered glove. He kisses it then begins to speak. )

PRICE: "Ah, it's been awhile since this beautiful weapon of destruction has kissed someone's flesh. Logan will certainly make a wonder target later on tonight won't he?"

( A small "Fuck 'em up, Misery" chant starts.)

HS: "Luckily we're on pay-per-view. That could get us in some trouble."

FJ: "Bah, the censors are wusses anyhow. Just like Price and James."

PRICE: "Later tonight you will be to witness to the public, and very very messy break up of the Elite Canadian Wrestlers. Oh, I'm promising it will be messy, at least for that turncoat Logan Alexander! I figure after Terry and I pin Logan enough times maybe we can show you all what real wrestling is all about!"

FJ: "He wouldn't know real wrestling if it hit him on the head!"

HS: "He did battle the World Champion Low to a draw last weekend. Clearly he has some wrestling skills."

PRICE: "But I'm not out here to get you all fired up for that match. I'm already fired up enough to make up for a million men, women, and children anyhow! I'm out here to address… the LARS!"

(The crowd boos. )

PRICE: "Yeah, I didn't get it either. It seemed so bland, so boring, so completely and totally Logan! So then it hit me, I could actually make the Logan Awesome Rating System truly awesome. So I decided, let's add pictures!"

( The Ameritron fires up and You see the first level Pretty Damn Good Logan Alexander.. but the screen has the background of a wrestler with a question mark on it. )

PRICE: "There's a pretty damn good Logan Alexander? Why was I not informed of that? You guys think Logan is pretty damn good?"

( The crowd boos lustfully. )

PRICE: "Me neither! But let's at least pretend for the rest of this that Logan is what the LARS scale says he can be. I know it's a stretch but.."

( The next image fires up.. The Awesome Logan Alexander. It shows Logan Alexander bowing at Low's feet. )

PRICE: "Now there's an improvement for you. Logan being his own man. Well as much his own man as he has ever been!"

( The next image comes up and you see the words the Really Amazing Logan Alexander. In this one you get an image of Logan kissing Low's behind. )

PRICE: "You know the higher up on the LARS scale Logan gets the more he relies on other people. Hey, just like in real life! Logan was never that great on his own no?"

( The Great Logan Alexander brings forth an image of Logan hoisting the World Heavyweight Champion.. and with a swine flying overhead. )

PRICE: "A little cliché but rather fitting no? And here's the final image. This one is my favorite."

( The Legendary Logan Alexander image comes up and it appears to be an image of Logan giving Low a blow job. The crowd gives a mixed reaction to this image. )

FJ: "He shouldn't forget we are in Low's city here tonight."

PRICE: "What a surprise. Logan sucking. Does Logan always suck? Well later tonight, I'm going to show the Legendary Logan Alexander just how much he does suck by giving him a fearsome beating in that very ring. Logan.. Misery is yours to discover!"

( The crowd chants along with Jayson's trademark line and then his music hits and he walks towards the back to loud cheering. )

FJ: "Those images were doctored!"

HS: "I think that was pretty obvious, Frank."

:FJ: "He can't get away with embarrassing Logan and Low at Wrestlefest! This is an outrage!"

HS: "That's just what they deserved! And I hope Terry and Jayson give Logan a little more of what he deserves in that triple threat iron man match tonight."

FJ: "Bah, Legend Hater!"

(We go to a commercial hyping our first Shock in 2007, on January 7th, before we go back into The Garden. The scene switches to a large well lit Christmas tree. The tree shines brilliantly throughout the night sky. The camera pan out further to reveal the large ice skating rink known as the Rockefeller Center. Many people are seen skating around the rink, enjoying the night. Then suddenly, you hear another crash, and you see Jai and Quade, still fighting, making their ways towards the rink. Jai takes a couple of punches, stumbles backwards, and onto the ice, and automatically slips and falls over. DeSade tries to follow him, but can't grip the ice either, and slips and falls as well.)

HS: "This should be interesting."

FJ: "I sure do feel for the referee who has had to follow this mess the entire night! I mean, we've been following them for almost an hour and a half now!"

(Jai tries to get back to his feet, and does. As does deSade. The two of them come after each other, Jai hitting deSade with a spear, sending the two of them sliding across the ice. Jai gets back up, and grabs deSade, but puts him right back on the ice with a Russian leg sweep. The move cracks deSade's head off of the ice, and deSade is laid out on the ice. Jai gets back up to his feet, and grabs deSade, and slides him across the ice, and towards the large Christmas tree. Jai gets deSade up, and slams his head off of the tree. He then Irish whips deSade across the ice, causing deSade to slip and slide across the ice, before falling on his behind. Jai then gets another running start, and slides across the ice, leaps up and clotheslines deSade to the ice! The two of them lay on the ice longer, and Jai gets back to his feet, so does deSade. Jai takes a haymaker swing, but deSade ducks it, and slams Jai to the ice. He then grabs Jai, and throws him over the barricade to the outside of the rink. Jai quickly gets back up, and climbs up on the barricade, and jumps onto deSade, and onto the ice again! The two of the slip and slide their ways back over to the tree. Jai grabs deSade and slams him on the ground, and begins climbing the tree.)

HS: "Why is he climbing the tree?"

FJ: "Don't ask questions!"

(Jai gets to the third branch of the tree, as DeSade lays on the ground. Jai looks at deSade, and LEAPS OFF THE TREE!!! Jai comes crashing down on top of deSade!)

HS: "OH MY GOD!!! JAI JUST JUMPED OFF THAT HUMONGOUS CHRISTMAS TREE!!!"

(The two of them lay on the snow, recovering. The ref begins counting again, and gets to about eight this time before there's any reaction. Jai is the first one to get back up, and brings deSade back to his feet, and they leave the rink. The two of them then make their way to the old 6,000-seat movie palace! The two of them enter the building, and start fighting on the middle level of the seats. Jai grabs deSade, and tosses him down the steps, and deSade hits the ground, and lays there. Jai grabs him, and the exhausted Jai is barely able to hit a German suplex on the equally tired deSade.)

HS: "DeSade and Jai have to be dead exhausted! They have been battling for an hour now!"

FJ: "I thought it was longer than that! I have never seen something like this before! These two have literally fought all over New York!"

(The two of them get back up, and continue battling through the palace area, and back to the outside. The cameras follow them back into a crowd of people, as the people continue cheering them on, the two continue to exchange punches back and forth, as if it's all they seem to be able to do at this point. DeSade gains the upper hand with a knee to the stomach, and then deliver an axe handle smash to the back of Jai's head that brings him down to one knee. Jai refuses to fall though, as he delivers a few punches to deSade's stomach, but deSade stops all of that with a knee to the jaw that knocks Jai off of balance, and back to the concrete. Jai stumbles around and gets back to his knees, as deSade stalks him. Jai delivers a few punches to the stomach again, and pops up, hitting his Shady Wayz diamond cutter!)

HS: "SHADY WAYZ!!! JAI HIT HIS SHADY WAYZ!"

(DeSade is out on the ground, but Jai is having problems recovering. Blood drips from his mouth as he wobbles to his feet. He then gets deSade back to his feet, and measures him up, before landing his stray bullet super kick! Quade sprays blood from his mouth as his head is whipped backwards from the force of the kick. Quade drops to one knee, and Jai then measures him up again, and drags him to a nearby car. He gets him on all fours, and gets a running start. He springboards off Quade's back, and off of a car, and lands an axe kick to the back of Quade's head!)

FJ: "OFF WITH HIS HEAD!"

HS: "What?"

FJ: "Jai's new move, get updated, sheesh."

HS: "Well, regardless, we have to go back once again to the actual ring, but we WILL be following this match until the end!"

FJ: "I can't believe that it's still going on."

HS: "Well, ladies and gentlemen if you have small children you may want to put them to bed a little early tonight because this one is guaranteed to be bloody."

FJ: "This is one of the matches I have been waiting for. Snake versus Sin First Blood!"

HS: "And for those of you who have never seen a first blood match before its very simple. No DQ, no pin fall, no submission and no countout. The first man to make the other bleed wins. Here comes our first competitor now."

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

HS: "This man reached levels of depravity that no one in the AWA thought possible. On shock last week he crucified his opponent Snake just after his match with Nathan Hawthorne-Lee"

FJ: "I have to feel bad for him."

HS: "For Snake?"

FJ: "No, for Sin. Snake is going to be out for blood.'

(The cords of "Animal I have Become" hit the PA system and the lights dim around the arena and the area hears "Someone help me tame this animal I have become…"And Snake burst through the curtains his trench flaring out around him and Monica strutting along behind. He stands on the stage a moment with Monica wrapped around his back staring at the crowd. When he finally moves he Makes his way to the ring and jumps onto the apron landing with a single foot and sliding between the second and top rope. Once in the ring Monica drops to her knees in front of Snake but facing away and raises her hands to touch his stomach and chest. Snake spreads his arms and a massive pyro goes off behind them. Monica slides out of the ring as the ref calls for the bell.)

FJ: "And we are underway!"

FJ: "Where is the blood!"

(Snake and Sin walked to the center of the room and stood face to face jawing at one another. Snake tries to throw the first punch but Sin ducked. When Snake spun around Sin begins to rock him with vicious right hands. The final punch levels Snake to his back. Sin reaches down and yanks Snake to his feet by the hair and delivers a series of knife edge chops backing Snake into the corner. Sin delivers a hard chop once he gets Snake into the corner. Snake's chest bows from the force of the chop and before he can get his barring Sin jumps into the air and connects with a standing dropkick. Snake had nowhere to go so he took the full brunt of the blow and collapsed into a heap at Sins feet.)

HS: "Sin looks very impressive in the early goings Frank."

FJ: "Do I look like I care? I mean seriously where is the blood!"

(Sin yanks Snake to his feet again and drops him with a vicious uppercut. Sin begins to ascend the turnbuckle which is slow going because of his size. When he finally got to the top rope Snake was staggering to his feet. Sin launched himself off the top rope but Snake caught him across his shoulder in midair and drove him hard into the mat.)

HS: "OH! What a power slam!!"

(Snake sat there in a kneel for a moment just breathing heavily. He gently shook his head trying to clear the cobwebs still swirling around from that dropkick. When he did get to his feet Sin was still laying flat on his back his eyes unfocused from the force of the power slam. Snake looked over at his wife who was screaming something at him and suddenly a sick smirk appeared on his face.)

FJ: "Owwwww, it looks like Snake has a nasty idea."

HS: "I don't like this. He looks like he wants to hurt that poor kid."

(Snake drove his feet into the side of Sins face to keep his docile before rolling him out of the ring. Sin slams into the hard floor with a loud thud as Snake jumps down to the floor. Snake leans down and pulls Sin up by his mask and begins to walk him over to the barricade. Snake delivered a knee into Sins gut and a elbow to the back of his head. While Sin was on the ground Snake began to rummage under the ring looking for something. While Snake was under the ring looking for whatever it was he was looking for Sin began to crawl across the floor. When Snake emerged he held a steel chair high above his head and the crowd screamed. Snake turned to Sin who was up in a kneel. He swung the chair hard but Sin ducked down and the shot missed. Snake stumbled past when and when he turned around Sin lunged at him.)

HS: "Oh my god! Sin just decapitated Snake with the ring bell."

FJ: "Is he bleeding?! Is this match over? NO! How in the world can Snake not be bleeding after a shot like that?"

(Sin dropped the bell and stood there a moment just catching his breath then yanked Snake to his feet. Snake staggered back toward the ring with Sin walking at a slow stalking speed pursuit and that was his mistake. When Sin, taking his time, came around the next corner Snake turned on him and leveled him with a vicious clothesline. Sin wasn't expecting it and was defenseless when Snake attacked. Both men fell to the floor breathing hard. Snake was the first to his feet as Sin was crawling up the ramp way. Snake caught him when they reached the top of the ramp way. Sin was climbing to his feet and Snake delivered a huge right hand that went him through the curtain.)

HS: ‘They seem to have left the ringside arena. We will have a camera following them. Don't worry ladies and gentlemen."

(The camera found Snake and sin backstage exchanging right hands back and forth. With the forth right hand Sin staggered and the fifth he fell to a kneel but when Snake came in for the sixth Sin wrapped his arms around Snakes waist and launched him backwards with a belly to belly suplex. Snake flew through the air upside down and slammed into the wall with such force a piece of the plaster cracked. He slide down the wall and shattered a wooden table below it. Sin roared and began to puts the boots to the downed Snake for a moment then yanked him again to his feet. Taking a running start Sin launched Snake hard face first into a locker room door. Snake bounced off the door and walked right into the waiting arms of Sin who lifted Snake up and tossed him into the air leaving Snake to crash down onto the cold unforgiving concrete of the floor.)

FJ: "Look at Sin go. This match is as good as his."

HS: "Don't count Snake out yet. It will take a lot more then this to finish him."

(Sin reaches down and pulls Snake again to his feet and throws him into another door. The door opens and Snake rolls into the parking area with Sin in close pursuit.)

HS: "Ah! What in the hell is this? Get that woman out of here!"

(The camera with Sin and Snake don't show a woman and quickly we go back to ringside where Monica is staring at the Tron watching her husband. Faith is behind her with the ring bell in her hand screaming for her to turn and then she does she levels Monica with the ring bell leaving her unconscious bloody on the floor. Security rushes down the ramp way as Faith laughs at Monica. When she sees them she jumps over the barricade and disappears into the crowd.)

FJ: "That's not the kind of blood I wanted…."

HS: "Monica needs help! What the hell is that woman doing in the building?"

FJ: "Herb we have a match going on still! Camera's get back to the parking lot!"

( Sure enough seconds later the cameras return to the parking lot where Sin is dragging Snake toward a parked car but as he pulls him to his feet Snake breaks his hold and rocks him with a hard right hand. Sin stumbled back and is rocked by another right hand and another until he is leaning on the car for support. Snake stands three or four feet in front of him taunting him and Sin screams in rage and charges but Snake wraps a hand around his throat and spins around slamming him back first on the hood of a car.)

FJ: "SNAKE STRIKE!"

(The back of Sins head bounces off the back windshield as he hit. Snake grabs his leg and pulls him down off the car and kicks him in he gut. With him doubled over Snake leans over and lifts him up onto his shoulders.)

HS: "Injection! It's coming!"

FJ: "No! Sin countered.)

(Sin slid out of his grasp and landed a few feet behind Snake. When Snake turned Sin rushed him but Snake was quick. With Sin rushing full speed Snake snatched him up and again lifted him up for the Injection but in midlift he tosses Sin like a law dart into and THROUGH the rear windshield of the car. The crowd inside the arena chanting holy shit as the ref pressed his face to the side window and waved his hand. Inside the arena the bell rang.)

HS: "Snake has done it! He won the first blood match!"

(The camera comes in close and looks through the window to see Sin covered in his own blood, running down and through his mask. The cameras of the roving AWA crew catch up with Quade as he stalks down florescent-lit tunnel. In the wall windows reveal a freeway and traffic lights like tracers streaming back and forth under the tunnel he is in. Jai Williams sprints in to shot from behind deSade and nails him with a running clothesline that knocks Quade to his knee; Jai stops and turns on dime coming straight back at deSade who lunges up and into The Crestside Monster with a Shoulder Block and twists to ram jai up against the wall of the tunnel; Jai grunts with the impact. The fierce look of determination burning in his eyes as he hammers down a Double Axe Handle into the shoulders of Quade deSade then another; a third forces his release and Jai steps up to nail Quad in the face with a Straight Punch that rocks The Fiery Cross like a middleweight; Jai steps in again as he follows Quade across the width of the bridge raining down the Combo Punches until deSade hits the wall and starts to sink into a cr5ouch trying desperately to block the hail of blows from Jai Williams; Quade seems motionless and Jai ceases for a moment to assault Quade with a verbal barrage of trash talk punctuated with the occasional slap to Quade's head to embarrass more than harm him physically. Jai forces Quade off the wall on to all fours the steps back until he back over at the opposite wall; Jai comes out of the blocks at a sprint, he leaps, landing on Quade's back the bouncing upwards like it was a springboard; as he leaps off Quade he reaches the ledge of the nearest window using it like a ring rope to springboard again back towards deSade connecting with a guillotine legdrop to the back of his neck.)

FJ: "Hell.. the floor of that, that? Wherever they are is a lot less forgiving than the mat of an AWA ring Herb!!

HS: "Can't argue there Frank. Jai Williams beat the shit of Quade setting him up for a move he calls ‘Of With His Head.'

FJ: "I don't know if Quade lost his head in that one, but I'm willing to lay odds that Jai lost his mind when he thought that one up.

HS: "Like the saying goes Frank ‘you don't have to be crazy to work here.'

(Meanwhile back at the scene Jai is pulling himself to his knees at takes a moment to cough up some phlegm as he fights for focus. Quade rolls into the wall and seems to be on autopilot as he grabs for a set of ropes that aren't there. The two men don't seem to be doing much at the moment and the camera's cut back to Herb and Frank in the Madison Square Garden.)

HS: "Quade deSade caught the worst of Jai's OWHS move but Jai himself doesn't seem to be able to capitalize on his good fortune!"

FJ: "Good Fortune!?"

FJ: "Jai through himself into deSade in an all or nothing attack to destroy him. Where the Hell are they anyway!?"

(The screen fills with AWA DVD covers: The '06 PPV collection. After about two minutes of spliced in ring moves, backstage moments and still shots of stars from 2006 roster the scene shifts back to the deSade/Williams match somewhere out in New York city)

HS: "Welcome back American Wrestling Alliance: Wrestlefest '06!"

FJ: "We got us a fight out in the Big Apple tonight, It's a week before Christmas and can you feel the love here in Madison Square Gardens!?"

HS: "I can feel the love between those two men out there just now: jai Williams challenged Quade deSade to a Crestside Street fight and Quade accepted. These two have bumped heads on more than one occasion like any other pair on the AWA's roster do but it wasn't until Classic in Sydney Australia that things went south for Jai Williams."

FJ: "That it is saying mildly Herb. Jai Williams blames Quade deSade for every misfortune that has befallen him Quade and Draven Shadows ambushed Art of War ahead of the three way tag championships. Quade deSade walked away from that match a certified hero Herb, a hero!"

HS: "Yet he did ambush Jai Williams which did impair him and his tag partner Malika ahead of their title shot!"

FJ: "And how do you figure deSade in Jai loosing the No Limits belt!?"

FJ: "And how exactly does Quade take blame for Jai's medical problems that kept him of the active roster for three months. That Malika dumped his sorr5y ass for Markus Maximus. That he has no life and now has to steal Quade deSade's!?"

HS: "I don't have to justify Frank. Quade is out there and going toe to toe with him as we speak so I guess Quade believes he has something to answer for."

(Back on site Quade deSade and Jai Williams are found beating each other to pulp as the trade blows; Quade counter Jai's punch Combo with sporadic Forearm Smashes, Closed fist Punches and Knife edged Chops.)

(he exchange quickly goes in Jai's favor when he duck a Closed fist punch from Quade and garbs the arm; twisting Quade into a Half Nelson Jai shoves deSade up against the tunnel wall allowing him to step back and strike a Spinal Tap on Quade.)

(Jai grabs Quade and plants him hard on to the floor via an Inverted DDT; pulling Quade his knees with a Side Headlock Jai comes down to his opponents level and hammers away at a fresh gash in Quade's forehead; with the blood flowing freely into is eyes Quade can barely see as Jai backs off jus enough to allow him to stand; Jai dodges a wildly swung punch from Quade and steps inside a second using it to hoist Quade on to his shoulder; Jai adjusts Quade in a Fireman's Carry and runs ready to sump The Unholy Hero into a Front Suplex but is denied when Quade garbs his head and presses his thumb into Jai's eye before slipping off his back; Quade moves in to grab Jai's arm into an Armbar but Jai reacts out of instinct to drive home to Quade's gut; Quade falls back but Jai jumps him taking them both to the ground. With Jai on top he rains a set of Mounted Punches on deSade's wounded face but Quade somehow manages to struggle free before the eighth blow is landed; Quade wipes his face on the inside of his jacket but pays for it when Jai Dropkicks him in the back of his shoulders.)

(Jai drops an Elbow on Quade's head; pulling Quade up into a vertical base he takes moment to line up a punch with the cut on deSade's head. Suddenly Quade rakes Jai's face with an Eye Gouge; decade whips Jai into the wall and follows hard behind with an Elbow Smash to the back Williams' head, Quade presses the point of his elbow into the base of Jai's skull leaning as much of his 260 lbs into that one spot until Jai screams out; a cold, crocodile smile grows on Quade's face and he release Jai just long enough to grab both his shoulders and slam a Headbutt into Jai; the impact ricochets Jai's head of the solid wall of the tunnel; leading the dazed Crestside Monster away from the tunnel Quade grabs Jai's head again and start drilling into his Temple with the warped knuckle of his right hand; Quade jerks Jai's head to the side forcing him to his knees while he leans and twists into the soft skin covered aperture in the side of Williams' head; again it takes time but Jai scream and he screams hard as he flails at the source of his pain; Quade releases the hold but only to shift again as he pulls Jai up on to a Choke but crushes his own thumb into the Adam's Apple of Jai Williams.)

(As Jai chokes, fighting for breath Quade back himself and Jai down the tunnel. Jai can barley fight Quade's strength as he is bodily dragged towards the darkness at the end of the tunnel while he can barely fight for a free breath of air as Quade keeps the pressure up with his Thumb to the Throat Choke Hold; Quade release, he turns. Grabbing Jays arm his pulls it into a Hammerlock then bends forward lifting Jai into Back-to-Back Elevated Hammerlock and again Jai screams; Quade shakes his head as if not convinced that Jai's screams are genuine and he begins to walk on done the tunnel. Jai cries out with each step jerking on his already stress limb and shoulder muscles, tendons, etc.)

(Suddenly Quade releases Jai Williams; the camera moves in close to jai, his face is white and wet from the sweat pouring from his agonized body. The left arm that Quade had hammerlock lies limp and bruised almost completely black from having Jai's own 234 lbs hanging from it. A long few seconds tick by until the crew realize that Quade isn't attacking Jai Williams; the crew backs off and the cameraman pans about until finally he spots Quade outside the end of the tunnel looking off into the darkness. Jai stands cradling his arm and stagers towards Quade. The intent is clear in The Crestside Monster face as he picks up speed towards the back of Quade deSade. It's obvious they are coming yet Quade doesn't turn and then suddenly jai stops a mere few feet short of his target and slowly pulls himself up straight despite the agony of his left arm.)

(The cameraman seems to unsure. He pans from Jai to Quade then back again; he zooms out to frame both men but they don't even look at each other but instead seem frozen to the concrete steps beneath their feet.)

(The cameraman slowly moves closer. It tilts up to a sign with an arrow pointing to the right stating ‘Liberty Street.')

(On the left wall another sign indicates steps with a disembodied hand pointing down and a plaque beneath stating ‘West Street.')

(Slowly no the camera moves up beside Quade and jai. Both men seem almost hypnotized by the scene before them. The cameraman moves first to the cold, placid face of Quade deSade: The Fiery Cross. Zooming in on his face there seems to be something on the face of deSade slowly rolling from the corner of his left eye. The lights of New York's City catch it for a second just before he bows his head.)

(Moving to Jai Williams: The Crestside Monster the camera show almost an identical frozen, emotionless mask. Jai looks into the camera and if the lens could transmit the emotion then it would reveal the change in his intensity and it would testify that it was none the less than it was when he has Quade deSade's back to him.)

(The camera pans around to show what it is that has caught both men's attention: A pit.)

(A deep gaping pit. There are lights and there are machines. There is noise as the dirt is shifted and metal struts are moved for what will be foundations.)

HS: "I am not sure, I … I am waiting for confirmation here but. Is the match over?"

FJ: "Damn it Herb, and look at the monitor. Can't you see what is going on?"

FJ: "Hats off to both Jai Williams and to Quade deSade. At this most festive of seasons. In their own most personal of moments they have seen something far more poignant than their own feud Herb!"

FJ: "That's Ground Zero Herb."

(Back at Madison Square Gardens Herb Summers stands up from his chair. First the first time, ever? Herb Summers walks from behind his announcers table and looks up in the crowds watching the screen of the AWA" Ameritron that moments ago showed Quade deSade and Jai Williams smashing the Hell out of each. Now with manmade crater where the Twin Towers once stood the AWA fans grow slowly silent as the cameraman pans right and slightly up over to Liberty Street where NYFD Engine 10, Ladder 10 Headquarters sits lit up with flood lights on a slowly shifting ‘Old glory' situated on top.)

(Herb Summers takes off his headset and climbs on top of the announcer's desk. Taking the camera off a man near Frank, Herb shunts it to his own shoulders and begins to turn and sweeps the camera over this impromptu moment of solidarity. The Ameritron screen splits to show the view from Herb's Camera along with the view that at least for this moment Quade deSade and Jai Williams have ceased their hostilities.)

(With the AWA Ameritron in the background with it split scene and Herb Summers sweeping the crowds around the ring at the Madison Square Gardens the scene fades to a video highlighting some of the best cruiserweight action in AWA history, including men such as Lars Fredrickson, Ray Owens, Black Dragon, Atlas Johansson, The Legendary Low, Mortis Valley, Drake Hyde, Jeff Christianson, The Fish, BlackJack, and peaking with scenes of Javex Valerius and Orlando Ortega.)

HS: "Folks… we've had a pretty action packed night and it'll only get more intense…"

FJ: "But first we're going to have a match for the Jumpy Jumpy championship of the world!"

(Herb groans softly beside Frank.)

HS: "Please pay no attention to my broadcast partner… He's just an idiot."

FJ: "Hey!"

(Red floodlights replace the normal arena lighting as crimson engulfs the entire stadium. The opening screech of the power chords of White Zombie's ‘Super Charger Heaven' shrilly echoes through the P.A. system as the AWA faithful hit their feet in unison cheers.)

Yeah Jesus lived his life in a cheap hotel
On the edge of Route 66 yeah
He lived a dark and twisted life
And he came right back just to do it again

(Halfway through the first chorus, El Diablo steps out from the back, his face hidden behind his mask and head lowered.)

HS: "Here comes the challenger for the Cruiserweight championship, the recently returned Orlando Ortega."

FJ: "Yeah… It's El Diablo-oh-oh. I still say he's just a jumping bean though."

Eye for an eye And tooth for the truth
I ain't never seen a demon-warp dealin'
A ring-a-ding rhythm and juke-box racket
My mind can't clutch the feeling

(Just as the first rapid verse ends and the chorus begins, a loud pyro explosion goes off in front of Ortega as towers of flames shoot up from the ramp and side stage, briefly forming a blazing wall.)

Yeah Devil man Devil man Callin'
Devil man Runnin' in my head Yeah
Yeah Devil man Devil man Callin'
Devil man Runnin' in my head Yeah

(As the flames subsides, Ortega steps through the smoldering smoke and pauses, taking time to soak up the moment and bring his eyes around the arena, revealing in the cheering crowd. The red lights fuse into normal lighting as the smoke rises to the roof.)

Super lions leap at the cowardly kings
Carryin' souls 'cross the river Styx Yeah
They see no evil and feel no pain
Suckin' juice from a fallen angel

(Ortega begins the stroll to the stage with a confident smirk on his face.)

I dreamed I was a super-nova fucker
Nitro burn and fuel-injection
Feed the gods a strike-9 soul
A mother-fucker of invention

(Orlando slides into the ring and immediately heads to the top of the nearest turnbuckle. He raises his arms, crossing his wrists, and clinches his fists, as his loyal fans give him the sign back. Flashbulbs pepper the backdrop before Ortega hops down to and glances towards the entryway.)

Yeah Devil man Devil man Callin'
Devil man Runnin' in my head Yeah
Yeah Devil man Devil man Callin'
Devil man Runnin' in my head Yeah

HS: "Ortega is one of the most skilled and accomplished Cruiserweight wrestlers in AWA history. He's held the Cruiserweight title on three separate occasions and a lot of people believe that tonight he will earn a fourth reign and match the feat accomplished only by The Fish and Jayson Price…"

("Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood" by Santa Esmeralda begins playing over the PA as Javex Valerius walks out from the entryway, his ever-present grin on his face.)

HS: "…but first he's going to have to find a way to beat this man."

FJ: "I'm not quite a big fan of him yet… but I'm really liking the direction he's going."

(Javex starts to casually saunter down to the ring, with the Cruiserweight Title draped lazily on his shoulder. Javex climbs the ring steps and enters the ring. He heads to the nearest corner then climbs the turnbuckles, before crossing himself before extending his arms wide to the crowd. He climbs down and then makes his way to the next corner and repeats the process.)

HS: "He won the title from Terry James about a month and a half ago and he's been on quite a roll since then."

FJ: "Well he's hit a few bumps along the way but he's shown some promise and I pretty much have to root for him by default here tonight."

(Javex continues around the ring until he has reached all four corners and then he heads over to the centre of the ring. He hands the Cruiserweight title to the ref, who holds it up for all to see and then goes and he hands it to the timekeeper. The bell rings. Ortega and Javex start to circle one another before locking up. Ortega cinches in a palanca, but Javex is quick to reverse it into an arm bar of his own. Ortega rolled forward onto the mat then flipped back up to his feet, grabbed Javex's arm and reversed the hold making Javex flip forward and land on the mat. Javex looked up, a little surprised by the exchange, but got back to his feet quickly.)

HS: "Looks like Javex is a little surprised by the start of this match."

FJ: "Once he gets going he start showing up Ortega… Just you wait and see!"

(Javex moves in towards Ortega and goes to lock up again, but instead hits him with a knee to the midsection and then follows with another. Javex presses the advantage and deliver a European uppercut staggering Ortega. He pushes Ortega into the ropes and whips him across the ring. Ortega is caught on the return and hip tossed to the mat. Ortega rolls over, wincing slightly, and climbs back to his feet.)

FJ: "See! See! Told ya!"

(Javex comes at Ortega and delivers an elbow smash and then another. He pushes Ortega to the ropes and whips him across the ring again. He tries for a hip toss but Ortega jumps into Javex, turning them around from his momentum, and uses an estacas on Javex flipping him overhead and onto the mat again. Javex skidded to a stop and sat up, only to be dropkicked in the back by Ortega. Javex arched his back in pain. Ortega grabbed a side headlock on Javex and pulled him up to his feet. Ortega tried for a running bulldog, but Javex shoved him off hard into the corner. Ortega hit and rebounded to Javex who brought him over with a German suplex and bridged for a pin! One… two… kick out!)

HS: "Some good back and forth action here to start the match off here."

(Ortega rises back up and is dropped to the mat with a clothesline from Javex. He gets up again and Javex knocks him into the near corner with a dropkick. Javex is up quickly and moves in before connecting with a knife-edge chop. He pauses and shakes his hand before delivering another. He shakes his hand again and then delivers a third chop to Ortega. After the third chop, Ortega grabs Javex and pulls him into the corner, switching places with him, and then unloads with a series of chops in return. After delivering five in quick succession Ortega hops up onto the second rope in the corner, grabs hold of Javex and attempts to hit an estacas out of the corner, but Javex holds onto the top rope. Ortega drops backwards to the mat, but manages to land on his feet. Javex changes that with a straight punch to the face before Ortega can come back at him, knocking him to the mat.)

HS: "Oh… a bit of a shortcut taken there by Javex."

FJ: "It's legal. Maybe he can hit a few more of those and break his no-o-ose."

(Javex pulls Ortega back up but puts him back down with a snap mare takedown and follows with a kick to Ortega's spine. Javex backed up several steps, then came forward and delivered a sitting snap mare to Ortega. Ortega dropped back to the mat holding his neck in pain. Javex is over quickly to make a cover! One… two… kick out! Javex mounts Ortega and delivers a couple of forearms to his face. He stands up and spreads his arms apart as he looks out to the crowd. They give him a mixed reaction and it seems to bother him a little bit. He picks Ortega back up and whips him into the ropes. He attempts a clothesline, but Ortega ducks. He tries an elbow smash, but Ortega ducks past that too. Ortega comes to a halt just past him though. Javex turns around, and Ortega hits a kick to the midsection and delivers a DDT.)

HS: "And just like that to momentum shifts again."

(Both men are a little slow to get up and reach their feet at the same time. Ortega strikes first with a dropsault and land on all fours as Javex staggers backwards. Ortega runs forward and hits a shoulder block on Javex knocking him down and follows quickly with a guillotina. Ortega is up quickly and attempts a standing senton splash, but Javex gets his knees up. Ortega drops to the mat holding his back and Javex sits up and grabs hold of his knees. Javex is the first one to reach his feet. He catches Ortega with a side kick to the chest and then moves in and hits a thrust kick to Ortega's side before finishing with a crescent kick to the head, dropping Ortega to the mat. Javex covers quickly! One… two… th- kick out!)

HS: "Near fall that time for Javex."

FJ: "Ortega's not gonna be able to keep up with him here!"

(Javex gets back to his feet and pulls Ortega along. He lifts him up and delivers a suplex. He rolls over with Ortega and pulls him back up. He lifts Ortega for a second suplex, but Ortega twists free and lands a falling reverse DDT! Ortega is right there to cover. One… two… kick out! Ortega gets back up and pulls Javex to his feet and connects with a fuerza punt stunning Javex for several moments. Ortega uses the opportunity to hit a springboard elbow on Javex. Ortega stands quickly and goes to the near corner, as Javex sits up and shakes off the cobwebs. Ortega goes to the top rope and the crowd starts the cheer. Javex turns, looking for Ortega and gets hit with a missile drop kick! Ortega follows up quickly and goes for a cover hooking the leg! One… Two… Thr- Javex puts his other foot on the rope.)

HS: "So close! Ortega was close on that one, but Javex knew he was close to the ropes."

FJ: "Thank goodness!"

(Ortega stands back up but doesn't appear to be frustrated at all. He grabs Javex by both feet and starts to drag him out towards the middle of the ring. He lets go of one of Javex's legs and spins around the other. Then grabs Javex's other leg, crosses them over, and drops back onto the mat in a figure four leglock!)

HS: "El Diablo has got Javex in La Cruceta del Enfermero!"

FJ: "Ghesundheit."

(Javex starts to writhe in pain on the mat as full awareness rushes back to him once the leglock is applied. He sits up and starts dragging himself across the mat towards the ropes. Ortega grabs hold of Javex's leg and drops back to the mat wrenching on the hold. Javex drops back to the mat in pain and the ref counts. One… two… Javex sits up. He continues to drag himself towards the ropes behind him. Ortega doesn't try to stop him he just keeps wrenching on the hold. After the better part of a minute Javex is almost in reach of the ropes and he stretches out towards them. He's just a little short. He tries a second time and then on the third he grabs hold of the bottom rope. The ref tells Ortega to break the hold and he does so immediately. Javex grabs the rope with his other hand and pulls himself out of the ring.)

FJ: "Another close call on that one… I was worried that Javex might have actually had to tap out to that for a while."

HS: "Well, he managed to reach to ropes and he's broken Ortega's momentum by getting out of the ring."

FJ: "Out here he can't lose his title either."

(Javex stands and takes a couple of steps, limping slightly. He walks along one side of the ring trying to shake the effects of the figure four. As he does that, Ortega runs to the far side of the ring and comes off the ropes with a full head of steam. He lines up with Javex and then dives over the top rope with a tope suicida and crashes against Javex sending them both into the guardrail. The crowd roars in approval.)

HS: "What a move! Ortega came right out after Javex and Javex might be out."

FJ: "Don't look now… but Ortega doesn't look so great either at the moment."

(Ortega rolls off of Javex looking a little dazed from the impact. Javex looks like he's out on the floor. The ref begins to administer a ten count and the crowd begins to cheer both men on, not wanting to see a count out finish here. Oretga is the first one to his feet at a count of four. He looks down at Javex, who starts to roll over at the five count. Ortega walks over to the ring apron and rolls into the ring then rolls back out onto the ring apron, breaking the count. He glances down at Javex who's just getting up to his knees. Ortega watches Javex as he rises up to his feet and then he jumps up onto the second rope, and then jumps off backwards, flipping over and executing a quebrada onto Javex. In an amazing feat of strength and balance, Javex manages to catch Ortega over his shoulder, but the force of Ortega coming down on him makes his leg buckle. Javex drops to a knee allowing Ortega to roll off his shoulder and regain his equilibrium. Ortega rushes at Javex a few moments later and attempts a laza, which Javex ducks under. Ortega turns around and is hit with the Gloria Por Dolor and drops like a rock, but Javex crumples to the floor holding his knee.)

HS: "He hit the Gloria Por Dolor!"

FJ: "Damn! He's not inside the ring though! The jumping bean would be finished otherwise."

(The ref had already begun counting and was already at a three count when both men went down. The crowd was buzzing after the last exchange and were still hopeful for more. Javex started struggling to his feet at the count of six and was back on his feet. He rolled in at the count of eight and the ref broke the count to check on Javex who was holding his knee again. By this point Ortega was starting to stir on the floor and he slowly sat up. The ref stood and moved back over to the ropes near Ortega and started his count again. Ortega was up at a count of five and Javex was back up at that point too. Ortega climbed back onto the ring apron and Javex made his way over to meet him. Javex grabs for Ortega, but Ortega pulls back and then drives his shoulder into Javex's midsection. He comes over the ropes with a sunset flip, but Javex grabs the ropes and drops down onto Ortega for the pin, but the ref sees Javex holding the ropes. Javex lets go and the ref makes the count! One… two… Ortega rolls the move through and pins Javex! One… two… Javex claps his legs together on either side of Ortega's head and rolls free.)

HS: "Both men exchanging near falls here and the crowd is really getting into this."

(Ortega and Javex get back up and come together and start trading forearm shots and the crowd chanted the name of each man as they landed their blow. Finally Javex missed a forearm shot and Ortega slipped around behind him and attempted to apply a carrejera. Javex managed to slip free and hiptossed Ortega, but Ortega landed on his feet in front of Javex. Ortega turned quickly and brought Javex down with a drop toehold. He tried to follow up into a triangle ankle lock but Javex rolled towards the ropes and grabbed hold. Ortega let go of Javex's leg and stood back up. Javex followed suit a few moments later. Ortega ran to the far ropes getting a full head of steam again. Javex tried to tackle Ortega to the mat, but Ortega leapfrogs over the attempt. Javex regains his footing and turned to face Ortega, as Ortega springboards off the ropes into a moonsault and goes for the Immortal DDT. Javex backed up a step and caught Ortega on his shoulder and then flipped him over his shoulder and in front of him. As soon as Ortega's feet hit the mat, Javex locked in the Call of the Deity!)

HS: "Dragon Sleeper applied!"

FJ: "Lights out jumping bean!"

(Ortega struggles in the sleeper and tries to make his way towards the ropes, but Javex doesn't budge. He keeps struggling for almost half a minute trying to slip free or move to the ropes. Finally, Ortega pulls forward and lets himself drop towards the mat. Javex drops forward with him, to keep the sleeper applied, and when he does Ortega manages to swing his leg up and kick Javex in the head. He lands a couple of more shots before Javex releases the hold and grabs Ortega's leg as he tries to kick him again. Javex stands back up and backs up causing Ortega to flip over onto his stomach. Javex keeps hold of Ortega's leg and drops to the mat before applying an STF!)

HS: "This is something different! Javex has brought out a new move."

FJ: "Do you here that?"

(Back in the ring Javex says something to Ortega and then practically yells "Tap! Tap damn it!" into his ear before wrenching back on the hold.)

FJ: "He's taking a page from the Book of Low! Applying a hold and a bad mouth on top of it!"

(Ortega struggles in the hold and starts pulling himself and Javex towards the ropes at an agonizingly slow rate. Ortega's fans rally behind him encouraging him not to give up. The ref checks on Ortega to see if he wants to give up and Ortega shakes his head slightly in response. He continues dragging himself towards the ropes. After almost a minute in the STF, Ortega is almost at the ropes and the Javex just releases the hold.)

FJ: "What are you doing? Put him back in it!"

HS: "I think Javex realizes he's not going to make Ortega tap here or he's got something else in mind for him."

(Ortega lies in pain on the mat but Javex picks him back up and hits a reverse neck breaker. Javex then drags Ortega over to the near corner and then starts to ascend the ropes. The crowd starts to cheer, as they don't see Javex go up top to often. He turns and looks down at Ortega. He looks a little shaky with his sore knee but keeps his balance before diving off with a moonsault.)

HS: "Heart of a Dragon!"

FJ: "Hit him!"

(Below Javex, Ortega rolls out of the way and Javex crashes hard to the mat. Both men lie on the mat and the ref begins his ten count. Ortega is the first one to stir in the ring at the count of five, he rolled over and started to get up at the count of seven and was back on his feet at nine as Javex started to get up as well. Ortega glanced at Javex and waited for him to get up. He waited for several seconds as Javex rose up to his feet. Ortega turned and jumped onto the second rope and springboarded back towards Javex with the Hell Strike. Javex ducked the kick and managed to grab Ortega around the waist. Javex then connected with a German suplex. He held onto Ortega and got back up to his feet and hit a second German suplex. He still held onto Ortega as they got back up again. Javex shifted his hold of Ortega applying a full nelson and then hit a dragon suplex and bridged for a pin! One… two… thre- Ortega just kicks out!)

FJ: "Almost! Come on ref! Count faster!"

(Javex rolled over and climbed to his feet. He picked up Ortega and whipped him into the ropes then ran to the opposite set and came back off them. They meet in the middle as Javex connects with the Javex En Fuego! Ortega hits the mat and comes right back up to a sitting position. He shakes his head slightly and gets back up to his feet. He turns and for the second time, gets hit with the Gloria Por Dolor!)

FJ: "He got him again! This one's over!"

(Javex gets up and goes over towards Ortega to pin him, but he pauses as he looks around at the cheering crowd. He grabs Ortega and pulls him over to the near corner.)

HS: "This could be a mistake by Javex. He got burned once before from the top rope."

(Javex climbs up to the top rope and then looks around at the crowd. He looks down at Ortega and closes his eyes for a moment. He then leaps off and performs a beautiful shooting star press onto Ortega as camera flashbulbs go off throughout the crowd.)

FJ: "Oh my God!!"

HS: "The Love of the Game! Javex hit it!"

(Javex immediately covers Ortega. One… two… three!)

HS: "Javex retains the Cruiserweight title!"

FJ: "Take that jumping bean!"

(The referee gets the Cruiserweight title from the timekeeper as "Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood" by Santa Esmeralda begins playing over the PA. He hands the title back to Javex and then raises his hand as the crowd erupts in loud cheers for his great performance. Javex stands in the centre of the ring, proudly displaying his Cruiserweight title after his successful title defense, when "Waking Up" starts to play over the P.A. system and Logan Alexander walks out slowly from the back. He's holding a mic under one arm and stops at the top of the entry ramp. He claps slowly as he stares down at Javex.)

HS: "What does he want?"

FJ: "Sit back and shut up Herb, then maybe he'll let us know."

(Logan takes hold of the mic and raises it up.)

LOGAN: "Don't worry Javex… I'm not out here to beat you up tonight. That's going to be my New Year resolution. Tonight I need to save myself for a thirty-minute cakewalk through my former stable mates. I just wanted to congratulate you on your successful title defense."

(Logan pauses to clap for Javex again.)

LOGAN: "Come on everyone give him a round of applause. He did manage to wrench that title out of Terry James' hands, so he's not all bad in my books."

"But I am really glad that you did manage to hang onto that belt tonight Javex. You seem to have had a little problem with me recently and I'm looking forward to resolving it in as painful a manner as I can."

"I'm also glad that you accepted my challenge for the belt you'll be holding onto for a few weeks more, and I will be only more than happy to take it off your hands and become the No Limits Cruiserweight champion in January."

(The crowd lets out a resounding boo at that notion.)

LOGAN: "Look no one came here to listen to all you people complain… I've already had to deal with that all week thanks to my opponents. So Javex, you've got a few more weeks to enjoy carrying that belt before I take it from you. Enjoy your Christmas break because Chaos Theory predicts that your new year will get off to a very, very bad start."

("Waking Up" starts to play again as Logan turns and heads off backstage. We go to a video highlighting the age old rivalry between Jeff Christianson and Bryan Peek, before cutting back into Madison Square Garden.)

HS: "It's time for one of the most shown rivalries on television."

FJ: "That's right, Jeff Christianson will BEAT the exiting Bryan Peek."

HS: "There has been no official word on Peek."

FJ: "But all the news sites are reporting it, with Christianson being the first to admit it."

(Lights dim around the arena as dark red and silver strobe and spot lights dance around the crowd, at the same time 'Elite' by Deftones starts blasting through the P.A. system. After a few seconds, out steps Bryan Peek through the curtains to later stand on top of the ramp before looking around into the crowd, sucking in their positive and negative reaction towards him. With determination glaring in his eyes, he being to make his way down the ramp. The crowd gives a mixed reaction as some people believe the Jeff Christianson interview earlier in the week. We see Bryan Peek stick one arm on the ring post. Suddenly, somebody jumps the guardrail and slams his head into the steel stairs. We see the person who attacked Peek wait for Peek to stand. That person jumps spring boards off the steel steps with a Tornado DDT. It turns out to be Jeff Christianson.)

HS: "What a dastardly act."

FJ: "Bryan Peek revived Jeff Christianson's career. He was a fire that was burning out, Bryan Peek just added more wood to the flame."

(We see Christianson immediately rip the Annihilation Inc. shirt off of Bryan Peek. He begins to stomp on the shoulder area of Peek, which is heavily bandaged. After a couple of stomps, we see him Pick Peek up, and throw his face into the ring post. We see Peek fall to his knees. Christianson runs and drops an elbow on the upper shoulder blade area. We see Christianson stand up and pose for the crowd who seem to be echoing the halls of the Garden with loud boos.)

HS: "The fans are really showing their appreciation for Jeff Christianson tonight."

FJ: "Who cares about them? Jeff Christianson is about to end Bryan Peek's career before Peek can walk out of the company."

HS: "Those are just rumors Fran-"

FJ: "No that is a fact. Jeff Christianson WILL end the career of Bryan Peek tonight."

(Christianson is now dragging Peek around the arena, close to the announcers table. We see Christianson slam Peek's face off of the steel barricade, which sends Peek to the ground. This time, instead of dragging him back around to the other side of the arena, Jeff Christianson stands Bryan Peek up, and then blatantly knees him in the groin area. Jeff Christianson, however, doesn't let Peek fall to the ground. Instead, he grabs the arm of Bryan Peek, and jumps up and over the barricade, slamming the injured arm into the guard rail. We here Peek scream in pain as he heads to the ground, resting his injured arm on the barricade. Christianson now sees the arm, and he jumps in the air and drops a knee onto the arm of Peek. We hear Peek scream in pain as he rolls away from the barricade. Jeff Christianson now enters one of the aisles that is in the arena floor as Peek pulls himself up by the announce table. Jeff Christianson runs and jumps on the barricade. As Peek reaches his feet, we see Christianson nail a hurricanrana.)

FJ: "What an impressive display by Jeff Christianson tonight. He's really working on the weak spot of Bryan Peek."

HS: "He attacked an already injured man before the bell rang. What a guy."

FJ: "I knew you would agree with me!"

HS: "That was sarcas-"

FJ: "Call the match Herb."

(We see Peek begin crawling away. Christianson doesn't pursue this time. As Peek begins to pull himself up, he puts his arm on the ring post. Peek finally reaches his feet. He seems to be a little wobbly. Suddenly a chair swings into view and we hear what we think is a crack. Bryan Peek once again hits the ground clutching his injured arm. Standing over him, we see Jeff Christianson standing with a steel chair and a sick smile on his face.)

HS: "HE MAY HAVE JUST BROKEN PEEK'S ARM!"

FJ: "WOW! HE BROKE IT!"

(Christianson now raises the chair high above his head. Peek rolls onto his side, not knowing that Christianson is about to strike again. We see Peek roll onto his good arm, leaving the injured one he is clutching exposed. Jeff Christianson now swings the chair down on Peek's arm. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again.)

HS: "HASN'T HE DID ENOUGH?"

FJ: "TEN CHAIR SHOTS!"

(Jeff Christianson now looks at the chair. We see it is heavily dented. He throws the chair down and Picks Bryan Peek up.)

HS: "What's he gonna do with him now?"

FJ: "Hopefully something good."

(Jeff Christianson rolls Bryan Peek into the ring. He begins to yell at the referee who' shielding Bryan Peek's injured shoulder and examining it at the same. Jeff Christianson calls for a microphone.)

DW: "REF, START THE DAMN MATCH!"

(The crowd begins to boo in an outrage.)

DW: "I came here to wrestle Bryan Peek in a best of three falls match. That is what I'm going to do. I want Peek. Ring the bell. I am the Career Killer, Jeff Christianson, the AWA's Greatest Technical Wrestler. Ring the bell so we can have our hardcore match. That guys, was what you guys who have been reporting Peek leaving all week would call a run-in. I on the other hand call it an opportunity to destroy Bryan Peek once and for all. Who's right? Both of us."

HS: "I can't believe this is happening..."

FJ: "He's right. The match hasn't started, therefore the match can't end."

(Jeff now throws the microphone down as the referee is forced to call for the bell. Jeff now picks Bryan Peek up. He does a quick arm drag takeover. He now applies a cross armbar. We see Bryan Peek screaming in pain. Right before Bryan Peek taps, Jeff Christianson relinquishes the hold. We see him smile as Bryan Peek rolls over to cover his injured arm. Christianson goes to the top rope. As Peek reaches his feet, we see Jeff Christianson fly off the top rope and nails a pinpoint Missile Dropkick to the shoulder connect to Bryan Peek's injured arm. Jeff Christianson now picks Bryan Peek up in a Torture Rack. He swings him around into a neckbreaker from that position. Peek now becomes unresponsive.)

HS: "Jeff Christianson just nailed the Peek culture on Bryan Peek! How Low will he go?"

FJ: "Low enough to end another man's career."

(We see Jeff Christianson drag his limp body to the ropes. He climbs the ropes with Peek's limb body now in a standing position. He then swings around nailing the Annihilator. Peek again is unresponsive as Jeff Christianson now begins to pound away on the open head of Bryan Peek. After about seven or eight blows, we see Christianson walk away and hop on the middle turnbuckle, waving to the fans as they hurl trash at him. Jeff Christianson hops down. As he does, he sees Peek slowly beginning to stir. Jeff Christianson walks over to Peek and tires to pull him up, but Peek puts all his deadweight onto the ground. Instead of just trying to pick him up, Jeff Christianson grabs him by the waist and lifts him up into the Dominator position. He now drops him down with the Annihilating Domination.)

HS: "This guy is sick."

FJ: "You could call him an evil genius."

(Christianson now begins to stomp on the shoulder blade of Bryan Peek again. He now signals it's over. He goes for the cover on Peek. One... Two... Jeff Christianson pulls Bryan Peek's head off the mat. He then knife edge chops him back down to the ground. The referee begins yelling at Christianson who clearly has this match won. Christianson responds by telling the referee I can do what I want. Christianson now picks Peek up. Peek drops to one knee before regaining his footing. Christianson comes over and just manhandles Bryan Peek into the corner. Christianson now begins to knife edge chop Peek's chest. After seeing these barbaric actions, we do not hear the crowd WHOOING as Jeff Christianson nails ten knife edge chops. Instead, we hearing them BOOOING.)

FJ: "I think the crowd is MOOING!"

HS: "No they are BOOING?"

FJ: "Did you say they or WHOOING?"

HS: "No I didn't."

FJ: "I thought you did."

(Christianson now pulls Peek out of the corner. He climbs up to the middle rope and sticks Peek's head in between his legs. He jumps off the top rope executing Peek's final finishing maneuver, the Peek Performance. Jeff Christianson now drags Peek to the middle of the ring. He walks back over to the turnbuckle and scales he. He waves to the crowd as he jumps off with his patented High Death maneuver. Jeff Christianson lays on top of Peek. One... Two... Three...)

RA: "Jeff Christianson has won the first fall. Drop the cage."

HS: "I can't believe Travis Gray is sanctioning this!"

FJ: "I can't believe Bryan Peek agreed to this!"

(We see the cage lowered as we hit a one minute rest period for the wrestlers. In this time, the referee has tried to wake Bryan Peek up as the cage finishes lowering with both men in the ring. We see Christianson laying on the top turnbuckle nonchalantly yelling at the crowd, disregarding his opponent. We hear the bell ring. Bryan Peek seems to be slowly stirring in the corner. The referee backs out of the corner, as he does, Jeff Christianson comes in smoking like a freight train nailing a knee to the skull of Bryan Peek. Christianson now begins to kick Bryan Peek in the face. As he does that, he runs back a little and then runs forward again, nailing a huge kick to the face of Bryan Peek.)

HS: "I can't believe this is happening."

FJ: "Don't cry Herb. You still have NHL to cheer for a little while."

(Christianson now picks Peek up. He runs across the ring with Peek's face and throws it into the steel cage. He keeps a hold of it and does this back and forth about ten times. We now see Bryan Peek is busted open. As he let's go of Peek, we see Peek spinning around in circles. Jeff Christianson hits the ropes, he comes off the ropes with a Harley Race like high knee. Jeff Christianson now picks Bryan Peek up again, and begins nailing European Suplex's. After about 18, he stops. We see Christianson is sweating a little. He begins to scale the cage. As he reaches the top, he decides to climb back down and have some more fun.)

HS: "Christianson had a chance to win the match."

FJ: "But he doesn't want to. He's busy."

HS: "Busy doing what?"

FJ: "Carrying out his promises."

(Jeff Christianson now picks Bryan Peek up. He begins to rake Bryan Peek's face across the steel cage. We see the blood continue to gush out of Peek's face. Finally, Christianson stops. He picks Peek up and nails the Drop Dead. He now yells for the door to open. Before leaving the ring, Jeff Christianson spits right on the face of the injured Peek. He walks out the door and throws his sweaty shirt into the crowd as he drops off the final step. He walks over to the Ring Announcer.)

HS: "He finally showed some Mercy."

FJ: "I don't think he wanted to kill the man. Just end his career. It's just business."

HS: "That wasn't business. That's assault and battery. That's personal."

FJ: "Jeff Christianson's motto has always been his business is personal. He just proved that point tonight."

RA: "Your winner of the second fall and the match, Dark Warrior, Jeff Christianson!"

(The crowd begins to boo as Jeff Christianson grabs the microphone from his opponent. We see the medical staff in the ring tending to Bryan Peek.)

DW: "You see, that's what I can do. In fact, Bryan and his family should have read the contract better. It states I have a personal contract option to wrestle the third fall with him, even if one of us is down two to nothing. You know what I'm going to do?"

HS: "HE'S NOT SERIOUS!"

DW: "Exercise my personal option to continue the match. I want all medical staff to leave the ring at once."

FJ: "HE IS SERIOUS!"

HS: "Bryan Peek has just regained his consciousness."

(We see Jeff Christianson throw the microphone down. He rolls back into the ring. At the same time, we hear the bell ring signaling the start of the third fall. He immediately slaps on an anklelock. He holds the hold for about five minutes and finally we hear a loud cracking sound similar to the one we hear from Steve Holly he drops the hold, or so we think. Instead of dropping the hold, he drops down and applies the grapevine anklelock to Bryan Peek. We hear Peek screaming as he taps out. Christianson continues to hold onto the grapevine anklelock as we see security and medical officials begin running to the ring trying to break this career threatening attempt up.)

HS: "He is really serious about ending his career, isn't he?"

FJ: "YES HE IS! THIS IS SO EXCITING!"

HS: "YOU THINK IT IS EXCITING TO SEE A MAN WHO JUST HAD A CHILD DESTROY ANOTHER MAN WHO JUST HAD A CHILD?!"

FJ: "YES I DO!"

HS: "What is wrong with you? Bryan Peek may never be able to walk, or hold his child again."

FJ: "That's his problem, not mine."

(Finally we see the AWA officials pull Jeff Christianson off. He has a sick sadistic smile on his face as he rolls out of the ring. He walks over to the ring announcer.) RA: "Winner of the third and-"

(We hear the ring announcer consult with Jeff Christianson before continuing.)

RA: "Final fall, The career Killer, Jeff Christianson!"

(The Ring announcer now hands Jeff Christianson the microphone.)

DW: "Bryan, I hope your cousin and brother are happy. You all drove me to this point. You, your wife, and child. They should have NEVER let you return. I thought I made it clear back in August when you attempted a return that it wasn't going to happen. I said I wouldn't rest until I ended your career. Now, at my pay per view, I ended your AWA career. In fact, I just ended pretty much your life. You won't be able to hold your child for a year or two. You might not be able to walk until after that. And Bryan, do you know the funny thing?"

(Jeff pauses to raise suspense.)

DW: "I LIKED EVERY MINUTE OF DESTROYING YOU AND YOUR BEST FRIEND STEVE HOLLY!"

(We see a sick smile appear across Jeff Christianson's face.)

HS: "That is a sick man."

FJ: "But he's a smart man who does what he says. You can't take that away from him Herb."

(The AWA cameras sweep the crowds as officers of the NY police department escort the gathering public back over the roads. The traffic at The Crossroads of the World still shifts along in time to the traffic lights. Quade launches a Dropkick into Jai Williams who falls back against a closed newspaper stand. The taxi horns blare in encouragement as Quade rams Shoulder Block into Jai just as he recovers'; Jai side steps the move just enough that both men impact with enough force that the side of the small shed like structure cracks)

HS: "We caught up with Quade deSade and Jai Williams only moments ago as the appeared out of a subway station in Time's Square."

FJ: "Lets take a quick look at the uncut footage of that right now!" (The AWA Ameritron splits to show the live feed which shows the following: Jai grabs Quade's head with both hands and rams it into the broken wooden wall once, then again; Quade lifts his arms in the way and manages to halt a third, Jai tries it again and fails again before deciding to turn deSade away from the kiosk and hit him squarely with a set of Forearm Smashes; Quade is again knocked back into the side of the stand and the wooden frame creaks and snaps more. Jai leads Quade away from the stand into the open.)

(The uncut footage: A subway train pulling in below Time's Square and Suddenly Jai Williams exits without the aid of the door; Quade looks through the shattered window shout "Mind the gap Jai!!" Williams pulls himself towards a tiled pillar and starts to get to his feet. The Crestside Monster has barely time to register his surrounding when Quade Shoulder Blocks him into that same pillar. The impact rattles Jai and he slumps down into a sitting position; Quade presses the base of his boot into Jai's face and grinds it all over his face before Williams collapses to the floor.)

HS: Hell of an opening night just off of Broadway for Jai Williams and The Unholy Hero."

FJ: "Sounds like a musical number to me. Quick call Sir Andrew Lloyd Weber!"

HS: "Sounds more like the Queen and I staring Frank and his husband!"

(There's muffled laughter from behind Herbs covered mic.)

(The Ameritron slips back into full screen mode as the live feed continues with Jai Williams lifting deSade to his shoulders Jai starts turning spinning Quade in an Airplane Spin; Jai's the momentum carries Williams and his load near the road until he steps out in to oncoming traffic. Jai stops, coming face to grill with an SUV screeching to halt a mere few feet from the two men; Jai blinks once then hops up on to the cattle grill and dumps Quade onto the hood through a Suplex; glass from the front windscreen shatters and the occupants bail out the sides leaving the doors wide open, and the keys still in the ignition.)

(Jai drops a leg across Quade's chest before dragging him down over the cattle grill in a Tree Woe. Jai slaps deSade across the face once with a crack that draws sympathy from the nearby crowd before jumping into the driver's seat; the roving camera moves up to the passenger door to see jai shifting gears like he was playing a juke box before dropping the handbrake; The SUV jumps the curb, Jai revs up the vehicle and it shunts forward driving the front into the already damages siding of the newspaper stand, and Quade deSade along with it.)

(Jai stumbles out of the drivers door with all the intent I the world to grab a hold of Quade but the front of the SUV is buried within the newspaper stand with the structure having collapse onto the front of the vehicle. Jai tries to find a way through and screams his frustration as he heads back to the SUV and the driver's seat; Jai shifts gears and reverses the car out. The newspaper stand falls completely on its side now revealing the open bottom and the mess inside; the cameraman is there before Jai and the bloody mess that is Quade deSade can be seen crawling from the wreckage. His coat is torn now hanging off one shoulder with the remainder wrapped around his waist; his left side is exposed to the cold New York night and there are dozen or more lacerations from wood splinters dripping blood but more or less sealed from the swelling of what obviously are a set of cracked ribs. Quade stumbles on one knee holding his damaged side and coughs; Blood and phlegm fall on the scattered magazines and papers as he fights through his daze.)

(Jai finds Quade prone and coughing out blood but The Crestside monster moves in on the injured opponent driving a knee in to Quade's naked shoulder knocking him back into the ruin; Stomping on Quade he then pulls him out and clear to an unsteady vertical base and take a moment to line deseed up for a Superkick; whether it's deSade's state or a well timed move The Fiery Cross drops to the sidewalk and Jai's kick goes overhead. The mistimed kick catches Jai unaware and he is thrown off balance by the follow through; Quade kicks out at Jai's other like in a wild sweep and takes Jai down to the ground.)

(Quade crawls over to Jai and drops and Elbow onto his forehead; Jai pulls away denying Quade a follow up but deSade is right behind him, stalking Jai as he gains his feet; he wraps one arm around the Jai's neck while stepping in front of his nearest leg hooking it. Quade then falls forward, driving Jai face first into the street via a Forward Russian Legsweep; Quade flips jai over on to his back and steps on his face with both boots driving the down with his full weight in a Double Boot Scrape over Jai's eyes; Quade grabs jai's arm by the wrist and ducks under twisting, bring Jai up in an Arm Wringer; Quade Walks him around the wreck of the stand and around the back of the SUV; suddenly the Arm Wringer is pulled behind Jai into a Hammer Lock and Quade lifts with both hands focused on the weekend wrist; Jai cries out as his own weight is forced through his right shoulder, arm and wrist; then he comes down again hard into an Atomic Drop from Quade; Quade drops to one knee as Jai nurses the base of his spine and as he turns Quade nails the Low Blow into his nether region multiplying the pain below his opponents midsection before shifting upstairs to complete ‘The Trinity.')

(Quade steps back two or three steps then runs in catching and arm around the back of Jai's head then pulls him down with his weight face first into Face Buster of the concrete. Quade rolls free nursing a side that is almost black now from the bruising; he stumbles back into a sitting position with his eye tight shut, his mouth strained with gritted teeth while only a few feet away Jai's mouth is pouring blood from unknown dental damage.)

(Quade's eyes snap open and he jerks himself to his knees and grunts through the pain to haul himself slowly to his feet. Avoiding the writhing Jai, Quade moves to the SUV and opens the driver's door all the way. He reaches down and pulls Jai by the scruff of collar back into a sitting position; Quade pulls as much of the driver's seat belt free of the interior as he can the wraps the slack around the neck of Jai Williams then twists into a Choke.)

(Jai thrashes at his assailant behind him then shifts to the strap wrung around his neck in an effort to get some space to breath; Quade keeps on yanking on the strap then steps backwards on to the floor of the SUV and stands up in the door giving himself leverage as he pulls Jai up like he was hanging him.)

(The Quade drops the strap; Jai falls to his knees and sucks in a handful of rapid breath of air, but is all to soon taken from this reprieves as deSade shoves Jai's head into the doorway of the vehicle; deSade doesn't even take time to play to the crowd as he slams the driver's door into Jai's head braced in the door frame of the car; Quade opens the door and slams it shut on Jai's head another couple of times before bundling him in over the drivers seat in to the passengers seat.)

(Climbing in Quade buckles up, closes his door and shunts the car backs out on to the road. Shifting it in first Quade pulls away with the passenger door swing wildly open and Jai Williams bundled on to the passenger seat unsecured by a seat belt or consciousness.)

(Caught by surprise the cameraman runs to try and keep up with the accelerating SUV. Suddenly the driver's side door opens and a figure is seen bailing from the right hand side of the vehicle.)

HS: "Was that deSade? We saw him in the drivers seat when it left, is Williams still in the passenger seat!!?"

HS: "I want answer dammit!!"

(The lights at Seventh Avenue and Broadway turn red against the unmanned SUV. The cameraman starts running between the ranks of breaking cars and trucks trying to catch a clear shot of the action; it looks like the cameraman is climbing up the back of a New York taxi cab and in so doing is able to show the street ahead.)

FJ: "That cameraman deserves a gold medal, he's just so heroic!"

(A UTS deliver truck crosses in front of the speeding car and gets T-boned in the side. The truck is shoved and turned almost a full 45 degrees, the SUV's front is jerk up off the road and revs into the crumpled side shoving itself even deeper to the UTS vans interior.)

(The view from the camera seems to show the cameraman running across the tops of the gridlock vehicles now jammed behind the horrific collision blocking the 7th Avenue and Broadway junction.)

FJ: "That's got to be it. There can't be anything left in these two men, I can't believe it went this far in the first place!?"

HS: "Well we are about to get our confirmation any moment now. Personally I thought that deSade had punched both their tickets when he took Jai and himself off the top of that tour bus!"

FJ: "How many times should have either of them died in the course of that match: Williams blames deSade for every piece of ill-fortune he's suffered since way before Classic '06. Quade deSade is just the freak to let Williams take it out on him then spit right back in his face just to show how much he does not give a damn!!"

(The cameraman has reached the car. Like a sequence of shots from a COPS show the shaky work shows all the air bags inflated. The driver's seat is empty as was to be expected. The sounds of the cameraman's heavy breathing are underlined by the sound of his footsteps and the traffic, and the approaching ambulance sirens. In the passenger's seat or more accurately, through the passenger's seat and across the back seat; broken glass and shredded upholstery cover a bloody figure. The cameraman tries to ease his way in to discover the victim's identity but he suddenly, and violently pulled away. The view is chaotic showing blurred lights and night sky, then car wheels nearby. The camera is recovered and from his prone position on the road the SUV is once more framed and brought in to focus.)

HS: "That's Quade deSade. Quade deSade is pulling Jai Williams' body out of the SUV. He drove that car into oncoming traffic on purpose then bailed out like a rat from a sinking ship leaving Jai Williams to fate that was not his own. That damn demented bastard!"

(The AWA cameras sweep the crowds as officers of the NY police department escort the gathering public back over the roads. The traffic at The Crossroads of the World still shifts along in time to the traffic lights. Quade launches a Dropkick into Jai Williams who falls back against a closed newspaper stand. The taxi horns blare in encouragement as Quade rams Shoulder Block into Jai just as he recovers'; Jai side steps the move just enough that both men impact with enough force that the side of the small shed like structure cracks)

(Jai garbs Quade's head with both hands and rams it into the broken wooden wall once, then again; Quade lifts his arms in the way and manages to halt a third, Jai tries it again and fails again before deciding to turn deSade away from the kiosk and hit him squarely with a set of Forearm Smashes; Quade is again knocked back into the side of the stand and the wooden frame creaks and snaps more. Jai leads Quade away from the stand into the open.)

(The camera shuffles in to get a close up of Jai's bloody face. It is almost unrecognizable from the blood and debris twisted around it. Panning up the first thing that is obvious is the cold, crocodile smile of The Fiery Cross: Quade deSade.)

FJ: "He's aaaalllive…"

HS: "Damn him. Damn him and the mother who gave birth to him!"

HS: "Jai Williams fought this fight not just for himself but for the likes of Malika and Winter Santiago. Those who suffered like Colin Baird and Xander Crew and now after all has been fought and bled there stands Quade deSade with that insane smile on his face and you know he's savoring every second of this. He's just lapping it up. That bastard!"

(Quade lets Jai's body slump to the tarmac like so much trash and pokes it him with the toe of his boot. Quade sniffs absently at the New York City night air. Looking around himself he pulls the remains of his coat off of his shoulders and dumps on the road. Quade's mood seems to have changed. He kneels down beside the barely breathing body of Jai Williams and beckons the camera to follow him down. His burned index finger beckons the camera closer, then a little closer still. Quade lifts Jai Williams' head so it replaces his own face in the shot; it is a bloody mess. Both eye having swollen shut, fresh blood streaming from significant cuts from the shattered glass of the SUV and impact marks of blunt force have swollen his features in to an ugly parody of the man he once was but none the less Quade forces the probably broken jaw of the once upon a time No Limits Champion to open and close like a macabre ventriloquists dummy.)

deSade: (ventriloquist)"You should not have taken ‘Her' Jayson. Look at what he did to me Jayson, he did this to me because of you Jayson. You should never have taken ‘Her.' He hurt so badly. The loneliness was so terrible and painful and he poured that pain in me and now look at my pretty face Jayson. And I am scared Jayson. I fear for you because what will happen to will make all of this, tonight seem like mercy from a merciless man: Quade deSade. He is coming for you now Jayson and it is all your fault."

(From inside Madison Square Garden. The hidden anonymous voice of the ring official calls out.)

R.O. "The winner by a knock out. QUADE DESADE!!"

HS: "To Hell with it. I think there are some people here tonight who are actually cheering him. Cheering that bloody victory over Jai Williams!"

FJ: "They are two men who put on a display of brutality that is for sure and we were allowed to watch two men beat the hate out of each other right before our eyes. But that last act. That last ominous message from deSade to Jayson. Does he mean Jayson Price!?"

HS: "Who else. Misery kidnapped deSade's Iron Maiden and that bastard has suffered since and quite right to after some of the suffering he has put others through. Let snot forget deSade has no conscience. He even use children and family members like Snake's loved ones."

FJ: "Well both Misery and deSade are gonna collide sometime in early 2007. The match has already been agreed on. An Iron Maiden Match. The same match Quade put away the only other member of the ill-fated Unholy Heroes stable at Overpower. I have to go with deSade as the favorite there because he's fought and won that match before and Pryce may not have the ability to stand between Quade and his woman when it comes time for them to meet."

HS: "I hope Jayson Price puts that damn bastard out of all our miseries come the new year; make it your new years resolution Jayson, please. Nuff said."

(We cut to the back where we see US Champion Nathan Hawthorne-Lee warming up in his dressing room. We then cut Low's dressing room and see the World Champion warming up as well. We then go back to the announcers.)

HS: "Later on tonight we will see these two men, the top two wrestlers in this company today, do battle in a Low Rules Match, title for title."

FJ: "And it is Low's chance to reinforce his claim as the Ultimate Champion."

HS: "Well, whatever, folks, it's time for the match that could arguably steal the show. It's time for the first ever No Limits Triple Threat Iron Man Match! It takes rules from all three match types and blends them into one. These are the rules: The match will last exactly thirty minutes, unless there is a tie, in which it will go to sudden death between those who are tied. There are no rules on the outside of the ring, but all rules apply on the inside. There are no count-outs, but there will be in-ring disqualifications. If you are disqualified, the fall will go to the man subjected to the illegal action. And, of course, this is a triple threat match, so all three men can roam freely as they want to. There is no tagging in what-so-ever."

FJ: "Man, enough of the explanation! I am ready to see those guys beat the holy Hell out of each other for a solid thirty minutes straight!"

HS: "I'm sure many people have been waiting for the same thing. The three men in this match used to be allies, under the stable name of the Elite Canadian Wrestlers. Terry ‘The Storm' James, Jayson ‘Misery' Price and Logan ‘Chaos Stryke' Alexander were a tough team."

FJ: "But, a month or so ago, Logan "Chaos Stryke" Alexander became "Low's Apprentice" Logan Alexander. Terry and Jayson couldn't believe it and it led to them challenging Logan to this match."

HS: "Those two have been saying that this match will be for the punishment of Logan. But, they have also said that they are both shooting for gold tonight. The No Limits title is on the line and both Terry and Jayson want to walk out with it after its all said and done."

FJ: "Enough of the chit-chat, let's get this thing going!"

("Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood" by Santa Esmeralda begins to play and Javex Valerius comes out from the back to a big mixed reaction. He seems a little disappointed at this, but then heads down the ramp, passed the ring, and over to the announce table. Javex pulls up a chair beside Herb and Frank, who both look confused, and puts a headset on.)

HS: "It seems Javex Valerius has joined us at the table here, for unknown reasons."

JV: "Hello, AWA! Your Cruiserweight Champion here to bring some smiles to the faces of everyone out there!"

HS: "Ooookay! Is that why you're out here tonight? To make people smile?"

JV: "Huh? Well, yeah. That and to attack Logan Alexander. Gonna beat him up." *Javex slams a fist into an open palm to emphasize his master plan*

HS: "That's...very honest of you. Well, I understand the match is about to start, so let's get to it."

("Fever For the Flavor" By Hot Action Cop blares over the PA system and the fans cheer for Jayson Price as he comes out from the back. Jayson looks pumped as he runs up to one side of the stage and raises his trademark briefcase into the air to a resounding cheer on that side. Jayson turns and heads down the entrance ramp. He slides into the ring under the bottom ropes and goes up to the nearest turnbuckle, raising his briefcase again. Jayson hops down as his music fades out, waiting anxiously for his opponents.)

JV: "Jayson Price, the NEXT NO LIMITS CHAMPION!"

HS: "He's No Limits Champion right now, Javex."

JV: "What? How the HELL did he get a title?! Well, he's gonna win anyway."

HS: "That's anybody's guess if you ask me."

FJ: "Clearly, Logan's going to win this."

JV: "BLASPHEMY!"

("Waking Up" starts to play throughout the arena. Several moments later Logan walks out from the entryway. He pauses near the top of the entrance ramp and then spreads his arms wide. He holds his hands up making an L with each of them as he basks in the loud boos of the crowd. He stares down at his opponent in the ring, then takes off and runs down the entrance ramp and slides into the ring under the bottom rope. He watches his opponent for a few moments then heads over to the near corner and climbs up to the second turnbuckle. He holds both hands up showing the L sign again and mouthing off to the nearby fans. He drops back down to the mat and walks around his side of the ring glancing back at his opponent again. He takes off his sunglasses, puts them in his jacket pocket, then removes his jacket and drops it to the outside of the ring.)

JV: "BOOOOOOO! BOOOOOOOOO!!!"

HS: "Do you mind?"

JV: "Sure, you can join me. BOOOOOOO!!!!"

FJ: "That's no way to greet the next No Limits champion Javex."

JV: "Yeah, I know. Logan isn't going to be the next No Limits champion. *Javex whispers something to himself, but we can all here it* Not if I have anything to do about it, hehehe…"

HS: "We heard that."

JV: "Oh." *Javex says something inaudible*

(The opening guitar of "Thunderstruck" by AC/DC starts to play and the fans start to chant "Na Na-Na Na Na-Na Na Na!" over and over with the all-to-familiar guitar chords. The lights in the arena flash on and off for a few seconds before staying off. On the first "Thunder" the lights starts flashing on and off again. On the second "Thunder" Terry comes out onto the stage with a hockey stick in his hands, the crowd now cheering loudly, stopping just before the ramp. He looks to both sides, waving the hockey stick and showing it off to the crowd, before walking down the ramp with a cocky grin on his face. Terry stops at the end of the ramp and gets onto his knees. He then raises the hockey stick in his right hand up to the ceiling and keeps it there for three seconds as pyro jets shoot out, back and forward, along the top of the ramp in rapid-fire fashion. Terry then gets up and runs to the ring, sliding in under the ropes. He stops in the middle of the ring and quickly kips up as a pyro jet shoots from each turnbuckle. All three men now stare at one another as they wait for the match to begin. We can see how anxious they all are as they are pacing around on the spot in their corners.)

JV: "Terry James hasn't done very well in his title matches in recent Pay Per View events. One in particular." *chuckling*

HS: "Neither of these three men have had good pay per view records lately, so no one has much of an advantage in that field."

FJ: "Please, even though Logan often loses at pay per views, he always wins the rematches."

HS: "Well, Terry made a valid point when he said this IS a pay per view match, not a rematch."

JV: "Normally I would say Terry is stupid, but he is saying Logan will lose, so I won't this time."

(The crowd is cheering wildly for the start of the match as the ref brings all three men into the center of the ring and explains the rules to them. They all nod and return to their corners without saying a word. At the bottom left of our screen a timer with the Wrestlefest logo appears. It reads 30:00.)

HS: "It looks like we are about to start. All the tension and turmoil between these former allies is about to boil over!"

FJ: "I wonder who will bleed first…"

JV: "Logan."

(The ref calls for the bell and the timer starts its long countdown! Terry, Logan and Jayson all pace around the ring, looking for their respective openings. Terry and Jayson look at one another and nod, both lunging forward and taking Logan down with a double clothesline! Logan gets back up and gets a double kick to the gut, followed by a double suplex that throws him over the ropes and down onto the hard floor on the outside of the ring!)

HS: "Terry and Jayson said they would take out Logan early and it looks like they are doing just that!"

FJ: "Boooooo! Unfair advantage!"

JV: "I like what I see."

(Logan holds his back in pain as Jayson and Terry hop down to the floor. Terry points to the stairs in one of the corners and Jayson nods. The two pick up Logan and give him a couple of straight punches each for good measure. Terry and Jayson then grab an arm each and whip Logan straight into the steel ring steps! The steps explode out of position and the top portion flies into the ring barriers, nearly hitting the fans on the other side! Logan is holding his shoulder in immense pain as Terry and Jayson both smirk at each other. They both lift up the apron and start rummaging under the ring.)

HS: "What are those two looking for here?"

FJ: "I don't know, but I like it, even if Logan is going to be the one taking it."

JV: "Why is there so much stuff under the ring anyways? Like, why are there stop signs under a wrestling ring?"

HS: "I…don't know, actually."

(Terry and Jayson both stand back up and we see they have both taken a chair out from underneath the ring. The crowd cheers as the two raise their chairs into the air. Terry quickly helps Logan crawl over to the ramp area and stands on one side of him, while Jayson stands on the other. The two smack the ground with their chairs and wait for Logan to get up.)

HS: "Their going to hit the con-chair-to!"

JV: "Yes! I want to here that wondrous H note ring!"

HS: "There is no H note, Javex."

JV: "Why you gotta be like that, man?"

(Logan reaches his feet and Terry and Jayson both go for a headshot with the chairs. Logan ducks at the last second and the two chairs hit into each other instead. They both drop them and wave their hands around, allowing for Logan to pick one up himself. Jayson turns around and WHACK! Jayson gets nailed right between the eyes with the chair, courtesy of Logan. Logan turns around and Terry super kicks Logan's chair into his face, much to the liking of the thousands in attendance!)

HS: "Super Conductor! Terry James hit the Super Conductor!"

VJ: "Man, I could totally do that better than him. I can see it now…me hitting Logan with my Super Gloria…"

(Terry rolls Logan into the ring and quickly slides in himself, going for the pin! The ref goes down and counts: One! Two! Three!!! A scoreboard now appear on our screen just above the timer and displays the scores for TJ, JP and LA. TJ now has a 1 beside his name.)

HS: "Terry James gets the first fall!"

FJ: "Here comes Jayson!"

(Jayson slides in under the bottom ropes and catches Terry with a stiff kick to the face! Terry goes down and Jayson covers. The ref quickly slides into position and counts: One! Two! No! Terry James kicks out! Jayson doesn't complain about the count and quickly gets up, heading over to the now rising Logan. Jayson helps him up and whips him into the ropes, hitting a big t-bone suplex on the rebound. Terry is now up to his feet and sees Jayson. Terry smirks and raises two fingers. Jayson says something back to Terry and Terry retorts, but then the two go back to Logan and help him up.)

HS: "Well, it looks like these two have a good competitive understanding between one another. When one of them is open, the other will go for the pin, but when they are both up, they'll go at Logan."

FJ: "Cheaters…"

JV: "Well Logan did piss off EVERYONE, including me, so he deserves this."

HS: "I think I have to agree with Javex on this one."

JV: "Whaaa!?"

(Terry and Jayson throw Logan into the ropes and Jayson catches him with a one-armed backbreaker on the rebound. Terry then runs into the ropes and hits a springboard moonsault on Logan. The two then pick Logan back up and whip him into a corner. Logan somehow regains his senses in time to avoid the corner and roll right out of the ring. Jayson and Terry slide out to the outside to follow him, but Logan is already running around the ring. Terry goes in hot pursuit as Jayson takes a shortcut through the ring to cut Logan off.)

HS: "Well, it seems that Logan is attempting to avoid the double team."

FJ: "Attempting? He's definitely succeeding."

JV: "Make one more smartass comment, Frank, I dare you! I'll slap the dumb out of Herb and into you! I'm just kidding. Love ya, man!"

(Logan suddenly rolls into the ring, grabbing something on the way in. Jayson turns on the spot to go to Logan, but when Logan gets up Jayson finds himself being smacked across the head with his own signature briefcase! Jayson goes down and the ref calls for the fall to be counted in Jayson's favor!)

JV: "What an idiot!"

HS: "Why the Hell did Logan just disqualify himself?"

FJ: "Don't worry, boys. It's all part of the plan."

(Terry sees what Logan did and slides in under the bottom ropes. Logan turns around and blasts Terry over the head with the briefcase! Terry goes down and the ref again calls for a fall to be awarded! Logan quickly covers Terry and the scampers over to count: One! Two! Three!!)

JV: "Well, that was strangest plan I've ever seen!"

FJ: "Logan got a fall, did he not?"

JV: "Yeah…but he gave Terry AND Jayson a fall too."

HS: "Yes, but he has also taken out both Terry and Jayson without affecting the score, since all three gained a fall. It is a smart move, even if it is cheating."

(Logan gets up and taps his head. He goes over to the downed Jayson and picks him up to his feet, before whipping him into the ropes and hitting a big STO on him! Logan drops down and locks in his ‘Chaos Theory' triangle choke immediately afterwards! Jayson's arms flail around as he attempts to maintain consciousness. Logan continues to synch in the hold. Jayson finally fades and the ref raises his hand, dropping it to the canvas. The ref raises it a second time and its drops again. The crowd cheers loudly for Jayson to fight out of the hold as the ref raises his arm for a third time. However, Jayson does not break it. But, Terry does, as he dropkicks Logan in the face to break the hold!)

HS: "Terry James makes the save at the last second!"

JV: "TERRY JAMES WITH THE THUNDER STRIKE!"

HS: "That wasn't the Thunder Strike, Javex."

JV: "WHAT? The hell was he doing in our match then?"

(Terry picks Logan up and kicks him in the gut, doubling him over. Terry hits Logan with a DDT and heads up to the top turnbuckle as Logan struggles back up to his feet. Jayson is still trying to regain his composure in another corner. Logan gets up and turns around into a tornado DDT from Terry! Terry rolls back to his feet and starts stalking Logan. The fans begin to cheer as they realize what's going on.)

HS: "It looks like someone is about to be Thunderstruck!"

JV: "Oh, cool, so I get to see what it actually looks like now."

HS: "You already saw it when Terry hit the Super Conductor. It's a super kick."

JV: "Oh. What a copy cat!"

(Logan now gets up and Terry lunges forward for his trademark super kick! Logan ducks and catches Terry with the Chaotic Inversion! However, Logan can't capitalize as Jayson suddenly pulls him into Life's Final Jest! Jayson pins and the ref goes down to count: One! Two! Three!! The scoreboard is updated: Two for TJ, two for JP and one for LA.)

JV: "YEAH! THERE'S THE JAYSON PRICE I NEVER BEAT! Although I totally could."

HS: "Well, this certainly isn't a low-scoring match! Everyone is hitting the big moves and making those pins when they count."

FJ: "Its pure chaos and I love it!"

JV: "I hate chaos…it reminds me of Logan."

(Jayson looks to the Ameritron and sees there's just over twenty-two minutes left in the match. He quickly helps Logan back up and rolls him to the outside. Jayson then looks around and spots his briefcase lying in the opposite corner of the ring. Jayson quickly grabs it and pulls the key from his pants, unlocking the briefcase. The fans cheer loudly as Jayson raises his glass-covered gloved hand! Jayson rolls out of the ring and heads over to Logan, who is stumbling up to his feet. Jayson catches up to him and turns him around, punching him directly in the forehead with his glass-covered hand! Jayson starts wailing on Logan and blood is pouring everywhere!)

FJ: "Yes!!! Blood!"

HS: "My God, Jayson has gone mad!"

JV: "Yes, pummel Logan! Make him bleed like a stuck pig!"

FJ: "What he said!"

(Terry has regained his footing inside the ring and sees Jayson teeing off on Logan with the glass-covered glove. Terry smirks widely and looks over to his original corner. He heads over to it and picks up his hockey stick! Terry rolls out to the outside, where Jayson has let up on the punches. However, the damage has definitely been done as Logan's face is a crimson mask! Jayson removes his glove and tosses it back into the ring. The ref puts it back in the briefcase and locks it again. Terry once again rummages under the ring and pulls out a small duffel bag.)

HS: "Logan does not look to be in a good way right now!"

JV: "Really? I think he looks smashing!"

FJ: "What's in the bag?"

HS: "I'm wondering that myself."

(Terry unzips the duffel bag and pours out its contents onto the floor: about a dozen hockey pucks! The crowd cheers wildly as Terry starts to stick handle one of the pucks. Jayson steps back and Terry fires off a wrist shot that connects with Logan's stomach!)

HS: "My God! That's a hard rubber puck being shot at bare flesh from only a few feet away!"

FJ: "I've got to say that I'm liking this, despite the fact that it is happening to Logan."

JV: "I concur."

(Logan hunches over, holding his stomach in pain. Terry takes another puck with his stick and again firs a wrist-shot, this time hitting Logan right in the middle of his spine! Logan now sprawls forward and holds his back in pain. Terry says something to Jayson and Jayson nods, smiling widely.)

HS: "What are they going to do now?"

JV: "I'm guessing something Frank and I will enjoy greatly."

FJ: "One can only hope!"

(Jayson walks over to Logan and drags his thumb across his throat to signify the end for him. The crowd cheers as Jayson locks in a standing half-Boston crab and leans back to lock in a dragon-sleeper as well! Logan is writhing in pain on the outside, much to the liking of the crowd!)

HS: "Pointless Struggle on the outside!"

JV: "Well, I have to say this really is pointless. Falls don't count on the outside. Stupid Jayson…"

FJ: "I don't think that Jayson's aiming to make him tap here…"

(Terry, who had been watching Jayson apply the hold up until now, goes and grabs another puck with his stick. He stickhandles it around on the floor a bit before placing it about a foot in front of Logan's head.)

HS: "NO! Not this! This is too much!"

FJ & JV: "Slapshot!!!"

(Terry takes a position beside the puck, lines up the shot and winds up. He then unloads a blazing slapshot at point-blank range at Logan's head! Jayson releases the hold afterwards and Logan is OUT!)

HS: "Damnit! Even Logan didn't deserve that!"

FJ: "Well, I have to say I'm liking what I'm seeing from Jayson and Terry tonight. That was the best Slapshot I've seen performed ever!"

JV: "And the fact that it happened to Logan makes it sooo much better!"

(Terry drops his hockey stick and rolls into the ring. Jayson follows him in and the two meet center ring with a stare down. They shake each others hands and back off into their corners.)

HS: "Terry and Jayson said that once they took Logan out they would have the ‘real' match. It looks like they are following through on that promise!"

FJ: "There's still just under twenty minutes to go in the match, though. Logan is going to be back eventually."

JV: "Uh, did you not see how much blood Logan lost and how hard that Slapshot was? He's out for the match for sure. I would be able to come back from that, but not Logan."

(Terry and Jayson meet at center ring again, this time in a collar-and-elbow tie-up. Jayson wins and puts Terry in a hammerlock, but Terry reverses it into one of his own. Terry converts into a side headlock, but Jayson backs up into the ropes and shoves Terry off. Terry goes into the opposite ropes and rebounds, ducking a stiff kick aimed for his head. Terry continues into the ropes again and Jayson turns, this time catching Terry off the rebound with a belly to belly suplex! Terry lands hard in the middle of the ring and Jayson goes for the pin. The ref goes down to count: One! Two! Terry kicks out! Jayson quickly gets up to his feet, helping Terry up as well, and puts Terry in an arm wringer. Jayson pulls hard on Terry's arm and Terry goes down to a knee. Jayson quickly uses this opportunity to apply a fujiwara armbar on Terry!)

HS: "Jayson Price is using his technical and submissive knowledge to concentrate on Terry's arm. Terry may just tap out here!"

JV: "I think my pick for the winner of this match is looking strong here with fifteen minutes to go."

FJ: "I guess my pick is sort of out of the match right now. But look how boring it is now that he's not there. No one is using the outside rules!"

(Terry fights against the hold and starts clawing towards the ropes. After a few more agonizing moments, he reaches them! Jayson breaks the hold, but quickly pulls Terry back into the center of the ring by the arm. Jayson goes to whip Terry into the ropes, but then pulls back and takes Terry down with a stiff short-arm lariat! Jayson covers and the ref goes down to count: One! Two! No! Terry kicks out again! Jayson seems to be getting a little frustrated as he slams the mat, but quickly regains his cool and helps Terry up again. Jayson kicks Terry in the gut and hoists him up into a brainbuster suplex! Terry is able to wiggle over and land behind Jayson, hitting him with a neckbreaker! Both men are down, but they both begin to get to their feet after a few moments. Terry reaches his feet first and hits a dropkick to Jayson's knees. Jayson goes down and Terry quickly goes over to his legs, hitting a knee breaker on each one!)

HS: "Terry is targeting the knee of Jayson Price! It is very well-documented that Jayson has had knee problems before!"

(Jayson rolls over, clutching his knees in pain. Terry quickly uses this to his advantage and locks on a figure four leg lock in the middle of the ring! The crowd has a mixed reaction, not knowing if they want to cheer Jayson or Terry on. Either way, Madison Square Garden is LOUD! Jayson slowly begins pulling himself back to the ropes, but Terry pulls back. Jayson tries turning the hold over slowly, but Terry moves it back to its original position. Jayson's shoulders go down and the ref counts: One! Two! Jayson lifts his shoulders up! Jayson again starts to turn the hold. This time he's winning! However, just before he can turn the hold, Terry release and allows for Jayson to flop onto his stomach. Terry quickly crosses Jayson's legs and applies the Thunderbolt!)

HS: "Thunderbolt! In the middle of the ring!"

JV: "I don't think Jayson's going to be able to walk very far after this…"

(The ref asks if Jayson wants to give up, but Jayson does not give in! Terry sits back on the hold and torques the ankle lock he has on the free leg, but Jayson still won't tap! The crowd is going nuts, but not at what is taking place outside of the ring. On the outside, Logan is slowly getting up to his feet!)

HS: "My God! Logan is getting up, but his face is completely red from his own blood still!"

FJ: "I told you he would be back!"

(Terry doesn't see this, because he's facing the wrong way, but Jayson does. Jayson holds on for dear life as Logan stumbles over to the ring apron. Logan now notices just how close to tapping Jayson is and rushes in under the ropes, hitting a bulldog on Terry! Jayson instantly rolls away a few feet and clutches at his legs while Logan mounts Terry and starts punching the Hell out of him! Terry eventually turns it over, though, and starts pummeling Logan. The crowd cheers Terry on, but they boo loudly when Logan catches Terry in the eye with a desperation eye poke that the ref didn't see. Terry falls off, holding his eye, and Logan gets up. Terry can't see as Logan climbs up to the top rope. Terry gets up, still trying to regain his sight. The fans try to tell him what is happening, but it falls on deaf ears as Logan comes off the top rope with a Blockbuster!)

HS: "Logan hit the Blockbuster! Terry is down!"

FJ: "Yes!"

JV: "No!"

(Logan scampers over to Terry and pins him. The ref gets into position and counts: One! Two! Three!!! The scoreboard updates: Two all! Logan sees this, then turns and sees Jayson still holding his legs and struggling to get up. Logan quickly slides to the outside of the ring and pulls Jayson with him. Logan picks up one of the steel chairs from the beginning of the match and, like a shark smelling blood, he goes straight for Jayson's legs with chairshot after chairshot!)

HS: "Logan is viciously attacking Jayson's legs!"

FJ: "Logan's smart. He knows that Jayson just went through the Thunderbolt and he knows Jayson has a history of knee problems."

JV: *standing up* "Okay, hell with it. I'm gonna go attack him right now...no, I'll wait...no, I'll go...no wait...no. Yes. Go. No! GO! WAIT! *Javex sits back down* Hell with it."

(Jayson is in unspeakable pain as Logan finally tosses the chair away. However, Logan isn't done yet. He quickly goes and rummages under the ring, pulling out a table a few moments later! Logan goes under again and pulls out a second table, then a third, then a fourth!)

HS: "What is he doing!?"

FJ: "Getting a bunch of tables, obviously."

JV: "Having a party with some cake being served?"

(Javex's theory doesn't seem to be right this time as Logan sets up two tables width-wise, then sets up two more tables on top of those. The crowd cheers out of anticipation of what will happen. Logan ignores them and walks over to Jayson, pulls him up, and tosses him under the ropes and into the ring. Terry James is slowly crawling over to one corner, but upon seeing Logan throw Jayson in, he suddenly drops down.)

HS: "What is Terry doing?"

FJ: "He's playing possum! Watch out Logan!"

(Frank's warnings are unheeded as Logan slides in and sees Terry is still ‘down'. Logan helps Jayson up and climbs the corner nearest to the four tables he has set up. The crowd gets louder as he leads Jayson up to the top turnbuckle to join him. Then, Logan hoists Jayson up onto his shoulders for an inverted DVD! Logan turns towards the tables, but right when he does Terry springs to life and runs to the corner Logan is in, springs up to the top rope, and hits a tope rope German suplex on Logan, simultaneously causing Jayson to be hit with an inverted Samoan drop! The crowd starts up a "Holy Shit" chant as all three men are down and out!)

HS: "My God!"

FJ: "That was one of the best towers of doom I've ever seen!"

JV: "I have to say, that did look pretty cool."

HS: "But now all three men are down. It's all tied up at two falls a piece. There's only eight minutes left!"

(Terry is the first to move, having taken a much lesser bump than the other two, who aren't moving. Terry gets to his feet and quickly pins Logan. The ref goes down to count: One! Two! Thre-No! Logan kicks out! Terry quickly scampers over to Jayson and pins him. The ref moves into position and counts: "One! Two! Thre-No! Jayson kicks out too! Terry can't believe it, but he doesn't let it get to his head. He quickly goes over to Logan and picks him up. Terry kicks him in the gut and goes for the Thunder Stunner! Logan blocks and shoves Terry into the ropes, looking for the Chaotic Collision! Terry ducks and Logan turns as Terry goes for the Thunder Strike! Logan ducks and once again picks him up for the Chaotic Inversion! Terry rolls off and picks Logan up, hitting the Chaotic Inversion!)

HS: "Terry just hit Logan with one of his own finishing maneuvers!"

FJ: "He's not pinning though!"

JV: "I sense a mistake..."

(Terry points to the turnbuckle and heads up as the fans cheer him on. However, Jayson is up and he quickly runs over. Terry sees him and goes for a cross-body. Jayson ducks and Terry crashes and burns! Jayson sees Logan is still out and he pulls him to his feet. Jayson looks over to the four tables on the outside and pulls Logan over to the turnbuckles. Jayson climbs up the turnbuckles, pulling Logan up as well. Jayson then dips under Logan and pulls him up into a DVD position!)

HS: "Looks like Jayson is looking to return the favor from before, but this time it looks like this going to hit! Terry's still-"

FJ: "Speak of the devil!"

(Terry is back up from the cross-body and again he dashes over to the corner. However, instead of using the opportunity to German suplex Jayson he leaps up onto the top ropes beside the corner and then springboards into the path of Jayson's DVD attempt, catching Jayson mid-air in a Thunder Stunner, while Jayson hits Logan with the DVD. And all three crash through the four tables and fall straight through to the floor below!)

CROWD: "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!"

HS: "OH MY GOD!"

FJ & JV: "THAT WAS SICK!"

(The crowd continues to chance those two familiar words as all three men rolls VERY slowly to their hands and knees. It takes nearly a minute for all three of them to get to their feet and the clock is at five minutes as they do. They all reach their feet at the same time. Terry hits Logan with his Thunder Strike, but Logan hits Jayson with a super kick of his own and Jayson hits Terry with a Thunder Strike for Terry's Thunder Stunner on him through the tables! All three men go down and a full minute passes before they all suddenly kip up amongst the table debris! The crowd goes wild as all three men suddenly pause for a moment.)

HS: "I can't believe what I'm seeing here!"

JV: "That has to be the super kick triangle I've ever seen…"

(Jayson suddenly lunges at Terry to break the silence and tackles him to the ground! Logan looks on, very pleased, as the two roll over and thrown wild punches. Jayson eventually stumbles upon a chair as Terry throws him off to the side. Jayson grabs the chair and when terry gets to his feet he smacks him hard over the head! Terry goes down and we see that he is now busted open! Logan chooses to come in at this time and spear Jayson to the ground!)

HS: "Jayson turned on Terry just like Logan said he would!"

FJ: "I told you Logan is smart!"

(Logan picks Jayson up and whips him into the ring post. But Jayson reverses it! Logan goes headfirst into the post and stumbles back. Jayson grabs him and quickly rolls him into the ring.)

HS: "There's only thirty seconds left!"

(Jayson slides into the ring after Logan and goes to pick him up, but Logan hits him with a big right. Jayson falls flat onto his back, knocked out!)

HS: "Jayson is out after a punch to the head? Something doesn't seem right here."

(We see what was wrong as Logan slips off the brass knux he just used on Jayson!)

HS: "He used the brass knux and the ref didn't see it! Damnit, it can't end this way!"

JV: "God damnit! Get up Terry!"

(There's only ten seconds left and the crowd counts down the final ten seconds.)

CROWD: "TEN!"

(Logan quickly scampers over to Jayson, who landed on his stomach. Terry is getting up on the outside!)

CROWD: "NINE!"

(Logan turns Jayson over, pinning him. Terry is up to his feet!)

CROWD: "EIGHT!"

(The ref gets into position and counts: One!)

CROWD: "SEVEN!"

(Two! Terry sees the pin and dashes into the ring!)

CROWD: "SIX!"

(Three! Terry breaks the pin up too late!)

CROWD: "FIVE!"

(Terry goes to pin Jayson, but Logan grabs him by the leg and locks in a grapevine ankle lock so that Terry can't reach the downed Jayson!)

CROWD: "FOUR!"

HS: "Damnit! Damnit!"

CROWD: "THREE!"

FJ: "Yessss!"

CROWD: "TWO!"

JV: "Noooooo!"

CROWD: "ONE!"

(Logan lets Terry go playfully and raises his hands up in victory!)

CROWD: "ZERO!!!"

(A loud buzzer rings throughout the arena as the clock runs out and the final score shows Logan winning with three falls over the two from Terry and Jayson!)

JV: *taking off headset* "Welp, I'm gonna go attack the hell out of Logan. Thanks for the good times."

(Logan gets up and celebrates as Terry pounds the mat in frustration. Javex walks up behind Logan, mockingly clapping and celebrating as well, Cruiserweight title belt in hand. Logan turns and Javex blasts him over his already bloody head with the belt! Javex pummels Logan senseless and then lets Logan drop to the canvas, unconscious. Javex grabs a mic from a ring aide.)

JV: "Hey, Logan! I told the truth, eh? Told you I wouldn't interfere in the match here, and I kept my promise - match is over, congratulations! CONGRATULATIONS on getting the Cruiserweight Title shot we talked about, pal! You made the challenge, and I am now - obviously - accepting. Logan Alexander and Javex Valerius for the Cruiserweight Title at the FIRST SHOCK OF THE NEW YEAR! Take these next few weeks to heal up, ese - you'll need 'em. Don't get mad - I didn't. I just got even. And - hey, don't worry about putting the No Limits Title up against me. I already said I didn't want it, remember? Well, you will once you wake up. Break...Smash...Destroy - DOUCHEBAG!"

(Javex stares at Logan as the crowd cheers on, but suddenly, the cheers turn into a loud mixed reaction as New York City's own Low is running down the ramp, already in his wrestling gear, a chair in one hand, a small zipped bag in the other hand.)

FJ: "The Champ is here!!"

HS: "And Javex hasn't seen him yet!"

(Low slides into the ring and now Javex notices him, but it's too late, as Low nails the Cruiserweight Champion square across the head.)

HS: "That bastard!"

FJ: "Oh, but if Javex does it to Logan it's alright, huh? Besides, he's just proving he is there for Logan as well."

(James is up again now, and he gets nailed with the chair as well. In the meantime, both Logan and Price are slowly getting up to their feet again, and Price, too, is nailed with the chair. Low then helps Logan up to his feet and congratulates him on winning the No Limits title.)

HS: "This is how they planned their Cage Match with Price to go a few weeks back."

FJ: "Well, it was a little delayed, but their plan has worked out in the end."

(Low says something to Logan and a smiling Logan nods. Low picks up the bag and unzips it... and pulls out several pairs of handcuffs! The crowd boos as Logan pulls Javex into one corner and handcuffs him to the bottom turnbuckle. At the same time, Low pulls Terry James into another corner and handcuffs him to the bottom turnbuckle as well.)

HS: "Even if Terry and Javex regained consciousness now, they couldn't even stand up."

(Low and Logan now look at each other and laugh as they slowly turn their heads towards an unconscious Jayson Price. The crowd is going nuts in their disapproval. Low and Logan sarcastically wave their hands goodbye at Price. Then each man grabs one of Price's arms. They pick him up, lean him against the ropes and handcuff both of his arms to the top rope, basically crucifying the knocked out former No Limits Champion.)

HS: "This reminds me of how Low joined The Family more than five years ago, when he crucified Black Dragon."

FJ: "Shhhhh, you're not allowed to reference the past anymore. However, I bet Price didn't predict THAT."

(The camera picks up how Low tells Logan to grab another chair, have a seat and enjoy. Logan climbs out of the ring, takes a chair, returns into the ring and sits down as Low puts the boots to Price's upper body. Low then picks up the microphone that Javex - who, along with Terry, is slowly regaining consciousness - has dropped in the ring earlier. As both Terry and Javex realize they are handcuffed and can't get up, Low mocks them.)

LOW: "Ah, so Javex has decided to play with the big boys now, huh? And Terry James has been doing his best impression of a top wrestler for a while now. Guys, too bad none of you are Miss Cleo, because none of you predicted this. Right... Misery?"

(Low turns around and looks at Price.)

LOW: "If you could predict anything I am doing, Jayson, why couldn't you predict this? Or did you know I was going to attack you? Maybe you were, but pal, I've dug extra deep into my bag of tricks just for you here tonight. Here is another prediction, Price... and NHL, judging from my past, it is a pretty safe prediction to make: Jayson Price, The Legendary Low always laughs last!"

(Low drops the microphone and picks up the chair. He walks over to Misery, and apparently reminiscing about that fateful "Black Dragon day" in 2001, nails Price with a big chair shot... then a second one... then a third one... then a fourth one... until he holds in to pick up the mic again, as blood is pouring down Jayson Price's face. Logan looks on in obvious delight, while Javex and Terry are trying to get rid of their handcuffs.)

LOW: "Oh, what, you predicted Low was going to attack you, but wouldn't be able to do enough damage? Well, damn, I guess I have to continue then."

(Low drops the mic and picks up the chair again. TWACK! He nails Misery with chair shot number five... then chair shot number six... number seven... number eight... and number nine. As Low sees Terry James and Javex Valerius going wild in their respective corners, attempting to pull the handcuffs off of the turnbuckles, Low first walks over to Javex and nails him with a chair, then does the same to Terry. Then he walks back over to Price and nails him with chair shots number ten... number eleven... and number twelve. The crowd by this point seems to be numb to the violence. Low grabs the microphone again.)

LOW: "Almost like Black Dragon, Misery, almost like Black Dragon. You know, though, what is missing for you to be equal to Black Dragon when I slaughtered him?"

(Low grabs the head of the bloody and unconscious Jayson Price and shakes it "no".)

LOW: "Well, I'll tell you. The answer is - number thirteen!"

(Low takes a step back and then uses all his strength to nail Price for the thirteenth time.)

HS: "This... this is ridiculous. Somebody needs to step in here!"

FJ: "But who? Who would help any of these men?"

HS: "Anybody, somebody needs to step in."

LOW: "Oh hey, Misery, you know what really sucks for you? That I am now going to add insult to injury!"

(Low reaches for his bag and pulls out a hairclipper. He switches the clipper on and then, with his bare hands, wipes some of the blood out of Price's face.)

HS: "That's disgusting."

FJ: "It really is, but I guess there is a purpose to it."

(Just as Frank utters these words, Low puts the hairclipper to Jayson's face and shaves off both of his eyebrows.)

HS: "Come on, what's this, this is just stupid."

FJ: "Yeah, it is, but look how stupid Jayson Price looks now."

(Low and Logan chuckle, but as Javex seems to be stirring again, Low says something to Logan and Logan starts putting the boots to Javex, while Low does the same to Terry James.)

LOW: "Okay, I admit, Price, shaving your eyebrows isn't THAT funny, but hey, from watching you earlier on, we're used to bad humor. And by the way, it's the Logan AwesomeNESS Rating System. Now, my beloved hometown crowd, I'm still not done. So, Jayson Price, did you predict that I would come out and beat you up to the point where everyone is numb about it, or that I would shave off your eyebrows? What was that?"

(Low puts his ear to Price's mouth and with one hand moves Price's jaw. With the other he holds the microphone and mockingly speaks for Price.)

LOW: "Garblurhmphpmphmmph... what, Mr. Price, you can only make weird noises because of all the blood in your mouth? Well, pal, I've got the right thing for you."

(Low again walks over to his bag... and pulls out a bottle of Liquid Dräno!)

HS: "Oh my god..."

(Low walks over to Price with the opened bottle in his hand. Logan looks on far more serious now, but doesn't intervene. The New York crowd is now decidedly against its hometown "hero".)

LOW: "Here's to you, Price, so I won't have to listen to your shit again..."

(Low holds Price's mouth open and pours the Dräno into his face.)

HS: "SOMEBODY DO SOMETHING!"

FJ: "At least his eyes are closed from being unconscious."

(Unconscious or not, Price is now coughing as the liquid is poured down his throat. FINALLY, AWA officials, including President Gray, are running down the ramp. Logan pats Low on the shoulder and points towards the officials and Low grabs the chair. As six officials enter the ring, Low nails each of them with chair shots... one guy to the gut, one to the shoulder, one to the back and the other three to the head. Low then nails Javex one more time, then Terry James, then walks over to Price and just starts nailing away with the chair, apparently in a blood rush similar to the one he was in at Last Man Standing. Finally, Gray enters the ring and pulls Low off of Misery, but Low doesn't waste a second and nails Gray with the chair as well. Logan looks on, unsure what to make of the situation. Finally, Low raises the chair above his head but only garners a round of boos, before dropping the chair to the mat and leaving the ring, with Logan a few steps behind.)

HS: "Look at the carnage Low has left behind. Somebody needs to get in there and clean this mess up. Jayson Price needs to be rushed to a hospital NOW!"

FJ: "The problem is, Herb, THERE IS NOBODY LEFT."

HS: "Folks, we'll be right back with you and we hope this situation gets cleared up."

(We cut to a SERIES of commercials. First, we see a video hyping AWA Hell On Earth 2007 and the return of the Hell Bowl Lottery at the Wachovia Center in Philadelphia, PA, on January 28th, 2007. This is followed by a commercial for the DVD set "Wrestlefest I to VIII - The Anthology" coming out in January. Then we see a commercial for the DVD "Title for Title - The AWA's Greatest Double Title Matches", out in January as well. Then the commercial for Hell On Earth 2007 runs again, before we go to a video highlighting the feud between Low and Nathan Hawthorne-Lee, including match clips from the past two years, Low attacking NHL at the end of his own tribute show, exposing Jessica Kassle's breasts, and then his mother chewing out NHL, who saw the subsequent sneak attack coming and turned it into an assault on Low. We then, finally, return into the arena.)

HS: "Wrestling fans, we apologize for the stalling. However, it took some time for stagehands, our remaining officials and EMTs to tend to Jayson Price, Terry James, Logan Alexander, Javex Valerius and a host of AWA officials. But now it is time for our main event. Our AWA World Heavyweight Champion, the Legendary Low, will defend his title against the AWA United States Champion, Nathan Hawthorne-Lee, who will also be defending his title tonight! It will take place in a Low Rules match."

FJ: "Oh yeah! The Unstoppable Low will win another title tonight and restart his quest to claim every single belt in this company!"

HS: "Low's problem with Nathan Hawthorne-Lee began before Last Man Standing when Low assaulted Sarah Hawthorne, Nathan's estranged wife. Nathan had some choice words for Low and during his match at Last Man Standing against Snake, Low came out and seemed to study NHL and Snake, sizing up his next possible opponents. Low then said he wanted to lay claim to the US Title and Nathan came out to accept his challenge."

FJ: "Then Low did something that was well...low for someone even of his standards. He faked his own death and used that opportunity to sucker punch NHL. Well, in the following weeks, Nathan kept his cool and Low tried his best to set NHL off. Low flashed us all Jessica's perfectly perky breasts, and I drooled for the rest of the night. What a perfect set of nipples on that woman."

HS: "Anyway...Low tried to attack NHL again, but NHL was wise to it and fired back on Low and punished him for his attempt. That leads us to tonight's match - Low Rules."

(Green, blue, red, and white lights flash as we hear the beginnings of an orchestra playing their tuning chord before they start playing. After that we hear a chorus sing two notes and then the heavy riff of "Symphony of Destruction" by Megadeth begins to play around the arena. NHL emerges from the back with the AWA United States Championship around his waist and stands at the base of the ramp for a few seconds. He looks down at the ramp with a focused look in his face and then moves down the ramp after standing there for about 10 seconds. As he walks towards the ring, his focus and intensity is emanating from him as the fans around him cheer his name and scream for his victory.)

HS: "NHL has a great opportunity here. He has the opportunity to defeat an Low in his match, his town, his arena, his event, for his title!"

FJ: "Yeah, but you know, Low has such an easy job here tonight. He's wrestling in HIS OWN match. Now come on, Low RULES his own match. There is no way on God's good, green Earth that NHL has a chance to beat Low here. I predict a win in THREE rounds by the Legendary Low and he will continue to be OUR World Champion to end 2006 and begin 2007!"

HS: "This match relies on 5 rounds of 5 minutes each. Each man will be judged on how well they perform offensive moves, defensive moves, uniqueness of moves, counters, and overall performance. A pinfall or submission may end any round at any time before the 5 minutes. If NHL is to win tonight, he will need to win 3 rounds."

FJ: "And if Low is to win, he will need 3 rounds! Stay fair, Herb!"

(NHL walks around ringside and up the ring steps by the time keeper before entering the ring and climbing the opposite turnbuckle. He unstraps the US title and raises it with his arms in the air and then points to himself and the ring. He hops down and heads to the adjacent corner and hops onto the second turnbuckle and raises his title and arms into the air and then lowers his left hand, leaving his right arm in the air holding his United States Championship before hopping down into the ring. He hands his title belt to the referee as he awaits his opponent, Low.)

HS: "And now all we need is Low to come to the ring and we can start this match!"

FJ: "Yeah, and if anything, to STOP PLAYING THIS CRAPPY SONG!! COME ON!"

(The drums and piano of Placebo's "Song To Say Goodbye" begins to play. The crowd doesn't immediately know how to react, but as The Legendary Low steps out from the back, the majority of the arena boos the ten-time World Heavyweight Champion.)

HS: "And yet another new theme for Low..."

FJ: "But look, Herb, no Beverly, no Debbie, no ROD, only Low by himself, because he doesn't NEED anyone by his side. This is Low's match."

HS: "Low has been in several Low Rules Matches and he only lost once, against Brian Williams at Vortex 2005. Tonight, Low looks to add a third US title to his undoubtedly impressive resume. But listen to these fans - Low has even managed to turn his hometown crowd against him.

FJ: "I'm sure he'll survive that loss."

(Low has a serious look on his face. He focuses on NHL as he makes his way down the ramp, ignoring the fans at The Garden. Low climbs up on the apron and into the ring. Displaying the AWA World title belt to the New York crowd, he is met with a smattering of boos, only a few select remaining MSG fans cheering the Ultimate Champion.)

HS: "Both men have traded victories with each other, their most recent match being last July at King Of The Kage, where Low defeated NHL in the semi-finals en route to becoming the only men to win that tournament twice. Tonight will be their highest profile match against each other. Champion versus Champion, title for title, Low Rules, Madison Square Garden. Anyway, let's take it to our ring announcers."

(Low's music dies down and he kisses the AWA World title belt before handing it to the referee.)

RING ANNOUNCER: "Ladies and Gentlemen, tonight's MAIN EVENT will be contested under Low Rules."

(The fans clap in anticipation.)

RING ANNOUNCER: "Low Rules is contested under 5 Five minute rounds. If an outcome to the match cannot be determined in the allotted time, then we will go to a panel of judges who will score the match in a traditional 10 point system. If the judges rule the match is a draw at that point in time, we will enter 1 five minute OVERTIME round."

(The fans again applaud in anticipation for the high-profile contest.)

RING ANNOUNCER: "A winner will be determined by Pinfall, Submission, or Knockout. Punches and kicks are not allowed. If a wrestler is thrown out of the ring and to the floor, he will be given a standing 10 count to get back into the ring. Breaking the aforementioned rules will result in an automatic disqualification."

(The fans all applaud as the Ring Announcer exit's the ring, leaving Low, NHL, and the referee. Seconds later…)

DING!

HS: "There's the bell, Frank! Five minutes is on the clock located at the bottom left of your screen, and thanks to Sprint for sponsoring not only the clock tonight, but Wrestlefest VIII in general."

FJ: "No doubt."

(Both NHL and Low cautiously come out of their corners and circle one another center ring briefly before stepping forward and locking up in a collar-elbow. Low is able to force NHL's back into the ropes…but NHL quickly counters Low and shoves his back into the ropes while maintaining the lock up! Low counters! NHL counters! Both men are bouncing violently off the ropes while in the collar-elbow, jockeying for position and dominance! Finally, NHL is able to shove Low on his ass center ring and the fans go crazy!!)

HS: "You can feel it, Frank! This match…it's going to be something special!"

FJ: "Whoa…you actually think NHL is going to win this thing?!"

HS: "I never said that, Frank…but I'd be lying if I told you I didn't like his chances!"

FJ: "Ugh. Just wait. Low is gonna own this kid."

(With Low back on his feet, the two superb wrestlers go for another collar-elbow, however, Low goes underneath and grabs a rear waistlock on NHL! Low deadlifts NHL up, who is attempting to break the handlock of Low, and Low slams NHL chest first into the mat! Low quickly shoots the half and looks for a arm, but NHL quickly pulls it away and uses a firmly planted knee to get out of danger and back to his feet! However, Low is right back up with him and grabs a side headlock and flips NHL back down to his back! NHL, however, is wise to it and quickly reaches up with his legs and grabs the head of Low!)

HS: "Nice counter by NHL to get those thick legs around the head and neck of Low."

FJ: "If he can maintain this headlock with his legs, not only will it tire he AND Low, but it will also probably win him the round if, like I said, he holds onto this the rest of the round."

HS: "How would this hold tire NHL out?"

FJ: "He's flexing his legs A LOT to keep Low in that hold, as you can see Low is squirming and practically doing whatever he can to escape this hold. This could cause NHL's legs to cramp up on him as the match goes on."

HS: "Well, NHL has a 1:30 off the clock already so he just needs to maintain this hold for…"

FJ: "…3:30 or so, which will be tough."

(Low has moved from the side of NHL and has found himself down by NHL's feet, who is still holding onto the hold rather effectively. Low, in an attempt to get out of the hold, works his way up to his feet with his head still trapped and starts bouncing back and forth on his feet, trying to escape the hold…but NHL spikes the skull of Low on the mat and STILL maintains the headlock!)

HS: "Nice control shown here early on by NHL."

FJ: "…and he wasted 30 seconds off that clock while letting Low exert all that energy trying to escape."

HS: "Is this desperation being shown by Low?"

FJ: "In a way, yes. In a Low Rules match, you can't afford to give up a round. Ask Brian Williams. Ask Brian Stevens. Ask Jeff Christianson. One round could mean the difference between victory and defeat!"

(Again, Low gets up to his feet and works his way into a modified headstand! AGAIN, NHL pumps his legs upwards and slams the crown of Low's skull into the canvas in a short, modified piledriver and again, NHL maintains the headlock!)

HS: "Well, with the way that NHL is controlling the tempo of this match so far, I think it's safe to say that any questions about whether or not NHL can hang with Low in this type of match are put to rest."

FJ: "I don't. This match is far from over and, with just 2:30 off the clock and half this first round to go, this can still go either way."

(Again, Low has fought to his feet and finally is able to kip out of the leglock of NHL! A small smattering of applause can be heard as both men glare at each other in a standoff!)

HS: "And we're back to square one, Frank!"

FJ: "Like I said, this match is FAR from over!"

(Low quickly rushes at NHL and sweeps both legs out from NHL and tackles him to the mat! Low quickly snaps down with an elbow and lands it on the collar bone of NHL! Low quickly straddles NHL and starts digging his elbow into the shoulder/collar bone area of Lee. Low, who has side control on NHL, throws a few well placed knees into the shoulder of NHL.)

FJ: "Good side control on the mount by Low."

HS: "It looks like he's targeting the neck, shoulder, collar bone area."

FJ: "Definitely. It's not a bad strategy as Low definitely has a move arsenal that focuses strongly there."

(NHL squirms feverishly and reaches the ropes. Low immediately relinquishes his side mount to avoid a warning from the official.)

FJ: "Smart. Low understands the intricacies of this match, including the strict warning system."

HS: "…and for those who don't know, Frank. Can you explain the warning system?"

FJ: "Well, your hair pulls, groin shots, disobeying a rope break…they all warrant you a warning. Three warnings result in a automatic disqualification."

HS: "So it's essential for Low to not break these?"

FJ: "Low's good enough that he doesn't NEED to break these."

(NHL slowly pulls himself off the mat as Low backs away. NHL is clutching his shoulder slightly, trying to get the feeling back. After a few shakes of the shoulder and arm, NHL steps back center ring.)

HS: "A minute thirty left in the round."

(Both men engage in another collar-elbow tie up. Low comes out from the tie up with an arm of Lee in a hammerlock. NHL wastes little time and breaks the hold, reaches his right arm back and hip tosses Low over to the mat. NHL keeps the hold on the arm with a standing armbar. Low gets back to a vertical base and rolls through the bar to relieve the pressure. Low uses his free hand to break NHL's clasp and quickly falls to the mat and picks the left leg of NHL. Low pushes NHL back-first to the mat and quickly applies a spinning toe hold, only NHL is ready and packages Low into a pin!!)

HS: "Pinfall attempt by Lee! 1...2..no, kickout by Low."

FJ: "Right idea by NHL, though. Why carry this thing out any longer than you have to."

(Low and NHL both shoot right up to their feet after the kickout and Low snaps off a quick deep arm drag…)

CLAK-CLAK-CLAK!

HS: "There's the 10 second warning and the people are on their feet, Frank!"

FJ: "I expected nothing different!"

(Low snaps off another deep arm drag, but NHL is able to hit a last second dropkick as time expires.)

DING! DING!

(Both men head back to their corners as stools are laid down for them by AWA Staff members.)

HS: "A minute will be spent for both men to rest up, Frank. Let's take a look back at some of the highlights of the round."

(Frank and Herb walk us through some of the highlights of the First Round, including NHL's headlock on Low as well as some of Low's strikes.)

DING!

HS: "Alright, time for the second round Frank!"

FJ: "Both men look to be in excellent condition, Herb! This round could be very telling as both men wear down a little more physically."

(Both men circle one another in the middle of the ring. In one sudden move, Low shoots for a leg of NHL, but NHL is quick to avoid the takedown attempt.)

FJ: "Nice pick attempt by Low but you really got to respect the wherewithal of NHL in that situation."

(Again, both men circle and again, Low goes for a leg…only this time, NHL doesn't hesitate to throw a well-placed knee into the face and jaw of Low! The crowd gasps as the shot was absolutely vile!)

HS: "Low just got rocked by Lee!"

FJ: "And don't forget, the match CAN end in a KO!"

(Low falls to the mat, but has the presence to cover himself up with his arms as NHL leaps right on his into a mount and starts driving vicious elbows into Low!)

HS: "NHL is trying to force some elbows past Low's guard!"

FJ: "It's not working. Low might have had his bell rung, but he definitely still had enough presence of mind to cover up to avoid any real damage beyond the knee."

(NHL moves his focus lower on the torso of Low, namely his ribs and abdomen. NHL starts throwing and grinding his elbow into the toned body of Low. Low realizes he needs to get out of this predicament.)

HS: "It should be pointed out that this is perfectly legal by NHL, Frank."

FJ: "Yeah. He's not punching and he's not kicking. The rules of a Low Rules match do not prohibit the use of Elbows, Knees…even head butts are legal."

HS: "So are forearms and the like."

FJ: "Yep."

(Low quickly, after a minute in the mount, is able to twist and turn to his side and extend a leg to the ropes. The referee calls for a break and NHL immediately gives it to Low, so not to get a warning.)

HS: "Both men back on their feet."

(Low takes a second to check on his mouth and jaw after the knee strike and indeed, Low is bleeding ever-so-slightly from the inside of his bottom lip. Being the Champion he is, though, he simple shrugs it off and steps back center ring.)

HS: "Is that blood on Low's lower lip?"

FJ: "Yeah. It is, Herbie. He got rocked pretty hard so I'm honestly not surprised, especially since he's not wearing a mouth piece."

(2:00 have past in the second round and again, Low and NHL are on their feet and standing center ring. Low advances at NHL, this time giving Lee a stutter-step, throwing the Challenger off. Low is able to catch NHL in mid-movement and grabs him in a front waistlock before slamming him down to the mat. NHL tries getting up, but Low has him pinned down to the mat too tightly. NHL tries to move to his side to reach the ropes, but Low quickly grabs the free arm of NHL and rolls through with a cradle!!)

HS: "Pinfall attempt by Low…1...2.."

FJ: "Kickout!"

(NHL kicks out and shoots right back up on his feet, as does Low. NHL rushes Low and sunset flips the Champion into a pinning predicament.)

HS: "Pinfall by Lee! 1...2.."

FJ: "No again!"

(Low rolls forward into another pinfall attempt.)

HS: "Low again! 1...2..."

(NHL is able to use his legs and spin Low to his back again in yet another pinning attempt!)

HS: "NHL this time! 1...2..."

(Low back rolls out and quickly hit's a rolling pin on NHL!)

FJ: "Low! 1...2..."

(NHL BRIDGES UP! NHL quickly twists and backslides Low to the mat!)

HS: "Backslide by Lee! 1...2..."

FJ: "Kickout by Low!!!"

(Low rolls out and quickly, he explodes at NHL and connects with a Shinning Wizard!! This time, it's NHL who tries covering up as he expects Low to try to strike him…but Low has a different idea and he grabs the arm of NHL and quickly laces it and snaps it down to the mat, trying to rip it out of it's socket!)

FJ: "Smart! Low is going for the shoulder again!"

(Low bars the arm and brings NHL back up to his feet. Low steps underneath, twisting the arm. Low then hammerlocks the arm before DDT'ing the arm to the mat!!)

HS: "Oh man! Look at the face of NHL!"

FJ: "NHL has ONE MINUTE to try and survive whatever Low can muster OR counter this into something."

(Low brings NHL up again and Irish whips him into the corner! Low again bars the arm of NHL and this time, Low walks him out of the corner before acting like he's going to whip NHL to the opposite side. Instead, Low maintains his grasp on NHL's left arm, pulls NHL back and Japanese Arm Drags NHL into the corner! Low looks up at the clock and sees that he has just about thirty seconds to try and make NHL tap out.)

FJ: "Low needs to act…and act NOW!"

(Low drops an elbow on the folded up body of NHL in the corner and quickly drags him out! Low promptly tries to lock on the All-Time Low, his version of the Border City Stretch! However, NHL is wise enough to roll through before the hold can be applied, but not before getting hit with a knife edge chop to the shoulder just as the ten second mark sounds.)

CLAK-CLAK-CLAK!

(Another chop by Low…but NHL fights back with a flurry of chops all his own!)

DING! DING!

(NHL and Low break, but both are reluctant to do so as they glare at each other as they back into their corners.)

HS: "Nice round again, Frank."

FJ: "And to this point? I'd HATE to be the judges! Both these rounds have been toss-ups and if this thing DOES reach them? The loser will surely cry controversy."

HS: "Let's go to some highlights!"

(Again, Herb and Frank walk us through some of the important Second Round moments, including NHL getting hit by the Shinning Wizard and the exciting Pinfall attempts by both men.)

DING!

HS: "Here we go with Round Number THREE!!!"

(Both men slowly walk from their corners and head center ring. NHL is showing obvious favoritism to his left shoulder but complies with Low's wishes and both engage in a Greco-Roman knuckle lock. Low quickly uses his advantage in the injured arm to come away with the left hand of NHL! Low quickly brings it to a top-wrist lock before slamming it down to the mat! Low wastes little time in again, bringing the top wrist lock next to the head of the now-fallen on his back NHL. Low drives his knee and full body-weight into the elbow of NHL, who cries out in agony!)

FJ: "Tunnel vision being shown by Low, and in this care? It's a very good thing. This is why he is the best in the World! This is why he carries that twenty pounds of gold around his waist!"

(Low brings the arm into a Key Lock, and seems content wearing down NHL!)

FJ: "Again, smart by Low. He's going to make NHL exert whatever energy he has to either get to the ropes or not tap out."

HS: "With nearly half the round to go, Frank…do you think NHL can hang on? In the past, we've seen World Champions in other promotions tap out to this same move."

FJ: "I don't know if Low wants NHL to tap to this. It's not a pet-move of his and Low always loves to have that bragging right."

HS: "But isn't a win here more important than pride?"

FJ: "You'd like to think it is, yes. However, this is a man who, in the past couple of months, is responsible for an elderly mother's death, a rape, a brutal assault on a woman, the falsified death of his own, AND groping and exposing an innocent woman's breasts on National TV."

HS: "Yeah, I know. It's Low. I guess I shouldn't be surprised."

(A good minute has passed and NHL is still struggling to make it to the ropes, but he is much closer than before.)

HS: "Now that this significant damage is done to the arm of NHL, can he really stand a chance? Does he really offer Low any competition at this point?"

FJ: "Probably not, no. The arm is done. It might as well be cut off because it's that useful to NHL now."

(Finally, with a minute left to go in the round, NHL gets to the ropes. Low smiles, knowing that the damage is done, and heeds the ref's order to break.)

HS: "Clean break by Low."

FJ: "Again, it's that warning system. Typically, Low would have milked that 5 count."

(NHL is very slow to get to his feet, and Low says to Hell with waiting. Low knees the side of NHL and grabs a hammerlock…and yes! He's looking for the Low Standard!!!)

HS: "Oh no!!"

FJ: "With about thirty seconds left, NHL needs to try and fall near towards the ropes, otherwise he's done!"

(The fans are buzzing! NHL draws off of that and, before Low can sweep the leg of NHL, Nathan Hawthorne-Lee rolls and tosses Low off of his back! Low gets right back up to his feet…SMACK! European uppercut by Lee! SMACK! Another stiff European uppercut by NHL! In an absolutely amazing move, NHL leaps into the air and strikes Low in the face with a leaping knee!)

CLAK-CLAK-CLAK!

(The fans are louder than ever! Low crumbles to the mat and NHL quickly falls to a side mount attack and starts dropping elbows on the face of Low! One after the other, Low tries to cover up but NHL is landing more than Low is blocking!)

HS: "Low is bleeding from below his right eye and bleeding badly!"

FJ: "It's going to swell almost immediately! This is not good for Low!"

DING! DING!

(NHL curses at himself for not being able to finish on Low as both men slowly retreat to their corner.)

HS: "Another even round, Frank?"

FJ: "No. This one goes to Low and it's not close. Low had control of this match for four minutes plus. NHL got in some good shots, no doubt. But Low was in complete control until the end."

(The third round highlights include the Key Lock by Low and, of course, multiple angles of the leaping knee strike by Lee that put Low down…but not out.)

DING!

FJ: "Forth round time, Herbie! Low's eye is swollen, but he does appear to have visibility in it and the corner man or trainer of Low was able to stop the bleeding."

HS: "For now, at least."

(Both men are center ring and Low quickly falls to his knees and head butts the midsection of NHL. NHL instinctively buckles over and Low quickly inside cradles his Challenger.)

HS: "PINFALL RIGHT OFF THE BAT! 1...2...3!!!"

FJ: "NO! NO! Lee kicked out! NHL is still in!"

(YES! NHL is indeed still in this match! Low slams the mat in pure, unadulterated rage and frustration! NHL is still on the mat and Low quickly follows up by double underhooking both arms of NHL.)

HS: "What's Low looking for, Frank?"

FJ: "Not sure."

(Low flips over, maintaining the underhook and applies CATTLE MUTILATION!! NHL cries out in pain as he desperately searches for the ropes with his feet!)

HS: "This move is something I don't think I've ever seen Low use before!"

FJ: "This move is just what he needs though, Herb! It focuses on that shoulder, which could give at any moment!"

(After a solid minute in the hold, NHL DOES get to the ropes! Low quickly breaks the hold and again, drags NHL center ring! Low traps both arms of NHL, one between his legs and the other between his arms, and starts violently driving elbows into the temple of NHL!!)

FJ: "This is what Low used to beat Brian Stevens! This is what knocked Stevens out cold!"

(NHL doesn't let that happen for more than two or three strikes as he pushes forward on Low and grabs both legs into a pinfall attempt!!!)

FJ: "1...2...NO! NO! Kickout by Low!"

HS: "He totally caught Low off guard by tha…wait…NHL has Low in…"

FJ: "TRIANGLE CHOKE!!"

(Yup. As Low was trying to get off the mat, NHL reached up, hooked an arm and wrapped his legs around the head of Low! Triangle Choke is locked in center ring!!!)

FJ: "This is not good! This is not good at all!!!"

HS: "It's synched in real tight! Low has no place to go!!"

(Low tries pulling away to the ropes, but the hold only tightens! Low tries to fight and claw out…but he can't! He's fading! The referee is right there!)

HS: "Look at Low's face! He's turning red!"

FJ: "HE CAN'T BREATHE!"

(Finally, after a struggle…LOW TAPS! LOW TAPS on the leg of NHL!)

FJ: "No f'ing way!"

HS: "Did…Low just tap!?"

(The referee signals for the bell and NHL breaks the choke and immediately clutches his arm!)

HS: "LOW JUST TAPPED! We have a new AWA World Heavyweight Champion!"

FJ: "Just like that! Out of frickin' no where!"

(Low collapses on the mat as NHL raises his one good arm high in the air while on his knees. Shortly thereafter, "Symphony of Destruction" hits to reassure the fans that NHL is indeed the winner! The sold out Madison Square Garden is going NUTS!)

HS: "Nathan Hawthorne-Lee has done it for a THIRD TIME! NHL is your new AWA World Heavyweight Champion and the AWA United States Champion! What a moment! What a night!"

(Jessica Kassle runs into the ring and immediately hugs her kneeling boyfriend. Low rolls out of the ring, despondent about the whole situation. The AWA Referee grabs the World and US titles from a stagehand at ringside and hands both pieces of Gold to the Champ! NHL stares at both of them and, STILL on his knees, NHL hoists both belts high into the air with Jessica hugging him tightly still!)

HS: "This moment will go down in history! NHL beat the unbeatable! NHL ended the 10th reign of the greatest World Champion in modern history!"

(NHL has tears streaming down his face as Jessica kisses her man on the cheek.)

HS: "This image will go down in history! This moment will go down in history! What a fitting end to an amazing Wrestlefest! For Frank Jackson, I'm Herb Summers! Have a good night, everyone, and happy holidays. We'll see you in 2007!"

Copyright AWA 2006