HS: "Welcome everyone to Springs And Breaks! We're live in Miami Florida's American Airlines Arena and tonight we call Miami home! I'm Herb Summers and sitting next to me, as always-"

FJ: "-is the magnificant, deady sexy, and incredibly intelligent Frank Jackson!"

HS: "Tonight every single match has something on the line. We have FOUR Title matches and THREE number one contendership matches."

FJ: "Yeah, the Tag Title will be decided tonight when the Association defends against the Faction, Downstairs from Purgatory, and Eternal Darkness."

HS: "The United States title will be defended tonight as new champion Tony Rios makes his first title defense tonight against Stan Jones."

FJ: "And don't forget that there is a number one contendership match for the US Title as A.C. Smith, Javex Valerius, and Quade deSade fight for the right to challenge for the title at a time to be mentioned later."

HS: "But let's not forget about the No Limits Championship number one contendership match with Dylan Ford, Trendkill, RooK, Heathen, and Andreas Lasiewicz trying to see who gets the opportunity against Logan Alexander."

FJ: "Also Split Image and DiMeo & DiMarco will fight tonight to see who will face the Tag Team champions as well."

HS: "Oh boy, tonight's full of surprises and we may see a new Cruiserweight Champion tonight when Terry James defends against Mark Cross and T-Jay."

FJ: "Or we may see a new World Heavyweight Champion tonight when Brian Stevens defends the top prize in the game against his pal Henry, Logan Alexander, Gabriel, John Williams, and former World Champion Snake. The best part is that Low will grace us with his powerful presence, bringing us the orange and black attack tonight inside the Spring Break Chamber!"

HS: "Yeah, tonight brings a bunch of surprises!"

(The cuts to the AWA locker room and shows one of the newest AWA signings, Andrew DiMarco. He's sitting on a wooden bench, pulling his dark blue kneepad into place. He tilts his head up slightly, notices the camera and fully looks towards it. Interview man, Mark Keller, springs into the scene, microphone in hand, and DiMarco stands to greet him.)

MK: "I'm here in the back with AWA rookie, Andrew DiMarco."

AD: "How's it goin'?"

MK: "Good, good. Andrew, you have yet to have an appearance on an AWA televised event, yet here you are, mid-carding at the pay-per-view. More importantly, you've been paired with another rookie, Justin DiMeo, also known as WarLord."

AD: "Yeah, truthfully I think it is an honor to be booked on Springs and Breaks. I know I have a fair amount to prove around here, and this is a good first step."

MK: "You're going up against Split Image tonight, one of the premier tag teams in this federation. You and WarLord, have not met, let alone spoken to each other. How can you have a strong showing here?"

(DiMarco nods in agreement.)

AD: "I'm not sure."

MK: "Hmm, okay. Well, this is Mark Keller, back to you Herb and Fr-"

AD: "Whoa, whoa. Let me explain myself. For the last two weeks, I've done nothing but prepare for this match; studying, training, whatever. The fact is, one on one, I would completely outclass either member of Split Image. Keep in mind that I do not see that as blind arrogance, or even me being pompous, but I've been Mark Cross-ing it, watching tape and picking them apart, and I could not be more confident. Singularly or as a team, I haven't seen anything with them that is all that impressive. Yeah, they're good, but nothing we can't handle. With that said, however, their experience with each other clearly puts WarLord and I in as the underdogs. Our inexperience, lack of notoriety. The entire situation smacks of an upset."

MK: "Fair enough."

AD: "This may be a shocker, but I know what I'm capable of. I've beaten tougher teams in the past. So I-"

(DiMarco stops speaking and turns his head towards the doorway. WarLord steps into the scene.)

JD: "What're you talking about?"

AD: "You mostly, in generalizations."

(DiMarco stands.)

AD: "Andrew."

JD: "Justin."

(They shake hands.)

JD: "So, your the man I've got to team up with."

AD: "Yea, that's right."

JD: "Well, listen. It's time to show the world what Italian wrestlers can do. Throughout history, great Italian superstars such as Bubba Dudley, Vince Russo, Rhino, Paul DeMarco, Mike DiBiase, and more, have proven themselves as great athletes. Sure, I'll admit, I haven't been very excited about teaming up with someone, but now is the time to show the AWA exactly what we are made of. Split Image, get ready for one hell of a ride, because when you step in the ring with Italians, your world will be changed forever."

AD: "Salute. Like you said, I wasn't too thrilled about being a tag team either, but let's take what's on the table and prove ourselves to the AWA tag team division."

JD: "Exactly. But, one thing. Do you..." (WarLord looks at the camera, noticing that he is being understood. He then quickly changes the language in the middle of his sentence.)

JD: "Tu parli Italiano?"

AD: "Alcuni. Parlo solo con mi famiglia."

JD: "Non male, non male affatto."

(The two walk off, still speaking Italian with each other. It's a small sign, but a sign of solidarity, regardless.)

HS: "Oh boy, it seems that we have a good solid team in DiMeo and DiMarco."

FJ: "Yeah, very solid."

(The lights fade as "Stinkfist" By Tool hits the PA. Smoke begins to billow around the entrance way. Glass and Reflect emerge from the smoke walking normally towards the ring with there leather long coats swaying back behind them. They tag a few hands around the ring and simutaneously jump onto the apron. Glass enters the ring and leaps onto the top turnbuckle looking over at the fans giving his signature cutthroat sign as Reflect stands on the second rope with his arms in a Cross. The strobe lights erupt as the 2 men meet in the center of the ring and do there signature pose with Reflect down on his knees with his arms in a cross like position in the center of the ring and Glass standing behind him with one hand in the air and another doing the cutthroat sign once again.)

HS: "Frank these two guys have had an up and down go of it in the AWA, they have unlimited potential, but they need to find that catalyst to reach the next level."

FJ: "It will come Summers, I think they just need to gain a little confidence, and what better way to start than with a win here at Springs and Breaks."

HS: "I am sure they are thinking along the same lines, but they may well be in tough tonight, I do not know a whole lot about their two opponents, but from what I have heard, we may have a real fight on out hands."

(The lights throughout the arena quickly black out, as the opening drums of Metallica's 2 x 4 begins crashing in. In tune with the starting guitar riff, two quick and bright bursts of white pyrotechnics ignite from either side of the entrance, shooting and disintegrating upwards. As a dark blue, flickering light covers the arena, Andrew DiMarco becomes visible, walking slowly through the smoke, and onto the entrance ramp. He pauses briefly, before raising both of his arms into the air. DiMarco calmly looks over the crowd, and then stares into the ring. He slowly lowers his arms, and begins making his way down the ramp. As DiMarco nears the ring, he climbs onto the apron, and takes a few steps. He quickly glances over to the crowd, before ducking under the top rope, and onto the mat. Entering the ring, he walks over to the far corner, and climbs it. With his feet on the second turnbuckle, he again slowly raises his arms. The exact moment his arms reach the air, a pop is heard, and in a split second, white sparks fall from the rafters, blanketing the entire ring. DiMarco methodically lowers his arms, steps off the turnbuckle, and into the middle of the ring.)

FJ: "Don't you find something a little strange here Summers?"

HS: "And what might that be Frank?"

(Frank is just about to answer when "Follow You Home" by Nickelback sounds throughout the arena. As the opening guitar sounds in the music, WarLord runs out, pounding his chest and pumping his fists in the air. He then proceeds down the ramp, still running, and slides head-first into the ring. Upon standing, WarLord jumps to the corner turnbuckle and climbs it, raising his fist to the crowd.)

FJ: "What I was about to say was, don't you think it is odd that these two men came out separately? Kinda gives you the impression that Split Image have a decided advantage coming into this one."

HS: "Well they have been a team for quite some time now, and DiMeo and DiMarco quite frankly have not."

FJ: "I think that boost of confidence is not far away for Glass and Reflect."

HS: "I think I will wait for the match to happen, rather than make a prediction."

(The two teams talk things out, and finally we have a decision made and Glass and DiMarco exit leaving Reflect and DiMeo to start things off. The bell rings and the two circle the ring once and then come together to tie up. Reflect uses his size advantage to back DiMeo off into the corner where he is about to break clean but instead delivers a knife edge chop that echoes throughout the building. He quickly fires two more chops into the chest of DiMeo before pulling him out of the corner and locking on a side headlock. Reflect works the headlock for a few moments, but DiMeo begins to slip loose. Sensing his grip going Reflect releases the hold and quickly boots DiMeo in the midsection and follows up with a vertical suplex, Reflect then drags a dazed DiMeo into the Split Image corner where he tags in Glass. Reflect holds DiMeo open and Glass enters and drops him with a boot to the ribs.)

HS: "Good early teamwork here from Split Image, their extensive knowledge of tag wrestling is showing already."

FJ: "Just like someone said it would!"

HS: "It is still early though, and DiMeo and DiMarco are not out of this by any means."

FJ: "Yet!"

(Glass picks up where Reflect left off and quickly pulls DiMeo back to his feet. He then backs him into the ropes and with an Irish whip sends him across the ring, and on his return drops him with a drop kick, and follows up with a falling elbow and a cover 1……………..2…………………. Kick Out by DiMeo. Glass stays on top of the action and pulls DiMeo back to his feet but quickly takes him back down with a side Russian leg sweep and again goes for a cover 1…………………2…………………. Kick Out!)

HS: "Two near falls, Split image is taking the action to Justin DiMeo here, he needs a tag in a bad way.

(After the kick out Glass pulls DiMeo to a sitting position and locks in a rear chin lock driving his knee into the middle back of DiMeo for more leverage. DiMeo Struggles to get loose but Glass has a good grip. After a good fifteen seconds DiMeo is able to struggle enough to get to his feet and fires an elbow into the midsection of Glass causing him to break the hold. DiMeo quickly hits the ropes only to be caught by Glass who hoists him up by the waist in an attempted stun gun, but in the process DiMeo has the presence of mind to tag Andrew DiMarco without Glass seeing it. DiMeo pays the price taking the Stun Gun, but DiMarco evens things up when he catches and unsuspecting Glass with a series of right hands and follows them up with a drop kick knocking Glass to the mat. Glass springs back up quickly only to be taken down again with another drop kick. DiMarco this time follows up with a leg drop and a quick cover 1………………2………………)

HS: "OH Near fall, that had to be two and a half. Andrew DiMarco finally got into the match and he has had an immediate impact."

FJ: "Because he blind sided him, cheap shot in my eyes."

HS: "I see it as great tag team wrestling, from two guys relatively new to each other.!"

(After the kick out DiMarco gets back to his feet just in time to catch Reflect running at him. DiMarco catches him and lifts him up by the waist and makes a motion behind him, and out of nowhere comes Justin DiMeo with a springboard clothesline. Reflect rolls from the ring and DiMarco quickly picks up Glass and he has a quick word with DiMeo before he whips him to the ropes and the two land a double drop kick which DiMarco follows with a cover 1……………..2………………. Kick Out by Glass.)

HS: "What great team work from these two new comers, talking and getting on the same page, and right now they are having their way with the more experienced Split Image team."

FJ: "Yeah, you call it team work, I call it two on one!"

HS: "Of course you do!"

(DiMarco quickly tags in DiMeo and eixts leaving DiMeo and Glass. DiMeo keeps the momentum going when he lands a belly to belly suplex on Glass which leaves the Split Image member nearly out on the mat. DiMeo then quickly heads to the corner and ascends the ropes and jumps off landing a guillotine leg drop which hurts him a bit in the process, but he is still able to hang on to cover 1…………………………2…………………………)

HS: "Reflect saves the match at the last second!"

FJ: "Cheater!"

HS: "Well at least you are being biased against both teams this time."

FJ: "What do you mean biased?"

HS: "That's right, sorry I forgot you never made it all the way through grade school."

(DiMeo quickly questions the ref as to whether Reflect may have been late breaking up the pin, but the ref still says two. DiMeo is quickly back to work after that pulling Glass back to his feet and hooking him for a vertical suplex, but Glass is able to hook his leg around Justin's and block. DiMeo tries the suplex again, but again Glass block, and this time fires a quick right hand into the midsection of DiMeo breaking the hold and then Glass grabs DiMeo's head and drops with a jawbreaker which leaves both men down. The ref looks around and begins a ten count as both Reflect and Andrew DiMarco begin to encourage their partners. 1…………………………2……………………………..3.)

HS: "With a desperation jawbreaker by Glass this one could be anyone's game again, who can get to their corner first?"

FJ: "But what is more interesting, is that he used a Jawbreaker, I thought that move was extinct."

HS: "Well it worked here, so I guess it was a good call."

(Both downed men begin to move toward their corners, with Glass ever so slightly ahead of DiMeo as the count by the ref continues 4………………………5…………………….6 Glass makes it to his corner and makes a tag to Reflect who charges across the ring to attempt to stop a tag from DiMeo to DiMarco but he is too late and the tag takes place and DiMarco comes in on fire quickly landing a right hand on Reflect who fires back, and the two begin to trade shots neither willing to give and inch. Finally thought Reflect is able to back DiMarco off with a shot and then another backing him into the corner. Reflect shoots DiMarco across the ring and as he hits the corner Reflect hits the near ropes to that corner and goes for a bulldog, however DiMarco manages to find the strength to shove him off before he can execute the move. DiMarco then moves in and tries to land an elbow on Reflect but gets only canvas. By this time DiMeo and Glass are back into the match and all four men are fighing in the ring.)

HS: "These guys really want this match, and are willing to fight for it, this is the kind of wrestling I like to see here in the AWA."

FJ: "Good to see you support blatant disregard for our rules Summers, way to set an example."

HS: Well pardon me for enjoying good hard nosed wrestling, and drive to win."

FJ: "Whatever Summers, you are terrible."

HS: "And you are much worse, so what does that say, folks this is a barn burner of a match, I can't honestly call a winner right now, that is how close it is."

(The four men continue to fight with the ref trying to regain control. The two fights separate a bit and Glass finds himself backed up against the ropes. DiMeo charges at him but Glass ducks pulling the rope down and DiMeo tumbles over the top landing on the apron. DiMeo is pulled back to his feet by Glass who hooks him for a suplex, but DiMeo uses his foot and the bottom rope to block, and quickly reverse for a suplex of his own sending Glass to the outside.)

HS: "A suplex to the concrete floor, what a desperation counter by Justin DiMeo, he may have just taken Glass out of this match."

(DiMeo looks down and Glass for just a moment before turning his attention back to the ring where his partner is in a bit of trouble as Reflect has him back up against the ropes. Reflect goes for a whip but DiMarco reverse sending Reflect toward the ropes, but he does not make it as he is caught with a drop kick by DiMeo who just sprang in over the top rope. DiMeo and DiMarco then speak for a moment before picking up Reflect and DiMeo hooks him for a suplex while DiMarco goes to the top. DiMeo quickly snaps Reflect over with the suplex and seconds after the first Impact DiMarco lands with a well timed and well executed Frog Splash, the momentum carrying him right off Reflect so he has to scurry back over for the cover 1……………………….2………………………………3!)

HS: "He got it, DiMeo and DiMarco got the win over Split Image, what a great match from both teams."

FJ: "It is only right that in a match full of backstabbing and double teams that it was a cheating double team that gets the win for Dummy-O Number 1 and Dummy-O Number 2. Congrats.

HS: "I have learned a couple of things in the last ten minutes folks, first is that DiMeo and DiMarco are the real deal in the AWA Tag Division, and the second is that Frank Jackson is a bitter old man!"

(In the ring with the music playing Justin DiMeo quickly raises his partners hand in victory. From the crowd, we see a small band of masked men wearing all black and black ski masks hop over the guard rail. They pull Glass and Reflect out of the ring and begin to completely and systematically destroy them. As three people work on Split Image, three other people slide into the ring and knock Justin DiMeo and Andrew DiMarco to the ground and start to stomp on them.)

HS: "What's this?! SOMEONE GET SECURITY OUT HERE!"

FJ: "I kind of like this. Let's delay that security call for a moment."

(Glass gets whipped into the ring steps and Reflect gets whipped into the guard rail. Reflect is hit with a neckbreaker and Glass gets a spear to the mat after being brought to his feet.)

FJ: "Woohoo!"

(Inside the ring, DiMeo is hit with a pipe to the head and DiMarco is nailed with a big boot to the face. At that moment, all six members raise their fists into the air hollar a thunderous "WHHOOOO!")

HS: "Security!"

FJ: "Don't listen to Herb!"

(The blacked clothed members leave the ring and disappear back into the crowd as quickly as they revealed themselves. The camera fades in to Mark Cross, who is seated backstage in his locker room making his final preparations for the Cruiserweight title match. He holds up a large ‘The deal is signed' card similar to the question for Jeff Christianson)

MARK: "Since I want to get this out of the way so I can get my mind fully onto the Cruiserweight title match later tonight, I have a small announcement to make, which will take away the turning of the rumour mill."

(Mark lowers the card to the floor and continues)

MARK: "For the month of April, I will be wrestling as a part of Pro Wrestling JAPAN's Spring Navigation tour as well as being an active superstar in the AWA; the dates have been accommodated so that I can return to wrestle on Shock in between matches. I hope that a month of intensive training and wrestling will help accelerate my in-ring development."

MARK: "My progress will be updated regularly on AWA_Online, and I will be keeping a diary throughout my time to ensure that the fans of the AWA are able to share the experiences with me. I will be following in the footsteps of Brian Stevens as the second AWA wrestler to compete with PWJ."

MARK: "Terry James, T-Jay, I want you both to remember how far I push you in the match tonight, how much either one of you will have to do to get that win. Be thankful that you have to step into the ring with me now rather than in one month's time. Fans, superstars, announcers, journalists, have all seen my progression to this point. Imagine how much further I'll progress after this experience, by the end of April I'll have wrestled in 20 more contests including Shock. Trust me; it could be so much worse."

MARK: "I'll see you both in the ring, not long left now…"

(The camera fades out.)

HS: "Next up, we've got the Cruiserweight championship match, pitting champion Terry James against a relative newcomer to the AWA, T-JAY and the man he defeated to gain the championship, Mark Cross!"

FJ: " Thats right, Herb! I SO EXCITE! I SO EXCITE!"

HS: "Okay, Borat."

(The lights go down as the T-Jay Band comes out onto the entrance ramp. They begin to play *Living Legend* as lights begin to flash.T-Jay steps out with a long gold robe and crown as the fans boo. He smiles and waves as fans throw trash at him. He climbs into the rings and spins around as the T-Jay Band stops playing.)

HS: "This man seems to be a bit full of himself."

FJ: "What's wrong with that, vanilla face?"

HS: "This is going to be a long match. Where's Javex? I may need a drink!"

("Lift Me Up" by Moby begins to play. The arena lights dim as the entrance movie begins. D-R-A-G-O-N flashes up on the screen one letter at a time, followed by the launching of a burst of red fireworks. Mark appears on the top of the ramp holding a bottle of water. He salutes the crowd on both sides of the arena before making his way down the ramp, throwing punches and loosening up. He slides into the ring, taking in several sips of water to take in fluid before placing it into the corner of the ring.)

HS: "The Dragon is looking to avenge his defeat at the hands of Terry James a few weeks ago. This could be interesting!"

(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 the Cruiserweight Championship belt in his hands, the crowd now cheering loudly, stopping just before the ramp. He looks to both sides, waving the belt 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 Championship belt in his right hand up to the ceiling and keeps it there for three seconds as pyro jets shoot out, back and forward, along the top of the ramp in rapid-fire fashion. Terry then gets up and runs to the ring, sliding in under the ropes. He stops in the middle of the ring and quickly kips up as a pyro jet shoots from each turnbuckle.)

HS: "The champion is here, ladies and gentlemen!"

FJ: "Terry James is going to win not."

HS: "What? That made absolutely no sense."

FJ: "Terry James is going to win."

HS: "Well, Frank, that makes a little more sen."

FJ: "NOT!"

(The referee rings for the bell as Terry James and Mark Cross begin to look at one another. T-JAY is standing in one of the corners. James looks to take an early advantage as he locks up with Cross. It pays off as he comes out of the lock up with a headlock. Cross gets out of the headlock, irish whipping James into the far ropes. Cross gets into position for a powerslam, but James connects with a flying forearm!)

HS: "FLYING FOREARM! James is going to take possession of this match early!"

(James pops back up to his feet as the fans erupt.)

CROWD: "BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

(T-JAY runs in and nails James with a Yakuza kick. With both men down, T-JAY begins to play to the fans, who jeer him unmercifull. He can't seem to decide which man to begin to work on. After a couple of seconds he picks Cross up by the back of the head. He sits him up, comes off of the ropes and nails Cross in the face with a beautifully places dropkick. T-JAY gets back to his feet and begins to stomp on the chest of Cross. In the middle of a stomp, T-JAY is turned around. DDT!)

HS: "The champion nailed a picture perfect DDT that brought the crowd to its feet!"

FJ: "Hey Herb, you know that I'm the 4th biggest celebrity in all the AWA?"

HS: "You have seriously got to be kidding me!"

(As T-JAY lies motionless near the side ropes, Terry leaps over the ropes and holds the top rope with his hands. After a second, he leaps atop the rope and springs off. MOONSAULT! Terry James just hit a springboard moonsault from the outside. He goes got the cover on T-JAY.)

(.....ONE)

(.....TWO)

(...THR-NO! Mark Cross came in and broke up the count! He nailed James in the head with a quick boot to the temple. James rolls off of T-JAY, gets to his feet and shoves Cross back three feet. Cross comes over and shoves him back. James looks towards the left. THUNDER STRIKE! NO! Cross catches James' foot and dragon screw's Terry's leg, sending him crashing to the mat. Cross is getting pumped up. SUPERKICK! T-JAY came across with a huge superkick out of nowhere. T-JAY then goes for a cover on Cross.)

(.....ONE)

(.....TWO)

(.....THR-NO! Cross kicks out!)

HS: "Cross just won't be denied right now!"

(T-JAY slaps the mat, obviously believing that he had a three count. Terry James begins to get to his feet as T-JAY lays him back down with a drop kick. T-JAY stomps on the chest of James three times, then leaps to the top turnbuckle. As he turns around, Cross runs to the top rope. OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY OFF THE TOP ROPE!)

FJ: "Bang bang, skeet skeet, brotha."

HS: "OH MY! ARE YOU KIDDING ME!"

FJ: "T-JAY might want to borrow my gypsy tears for protection."

(All three men are laying on the mat, nearly motionless. The crowd is on it's feet, showing their appreciation for such an amazing match thus far. The referee then begins to count.)

(One)

(Two)

(Terry James begins to stir a little bit.)

(Three)

(Four)

(James gets to his knees as Mark Cross begins to move around as well.)

(Five)

(Six)

(James begins to crawl over to T-JAY and drapes an arm over his chest.)

(.....ONE)

(.....TWO)

(.....THR-NO! Cross grabs Terry's left boot and drags him off of T-JAY. Cross staggers to his feet as James does. Groggy, both men begin to trade lefts and rights. After a moment, T-JAY joins the mix as all three men start to go to haymakers on one another.)

HS: "It's a free for all!"

FJ: "So vagin is free for all?"

HS: "Frank, just stay over there!

(After a few punches, both Terry James and Mark Cross turn their attention over to T-JAY and decide to double team him. Terry kicks him in the gut and whips him into the ropes. Upon return from the ropes, he's greeted with a perfect running knee lift from Cross. T-JAY rolls out of the ring, leaving just Mark Cross and Terry James. Cross wags his finger at James and rolls out of the ring as well. Cross picks T-JAY up by the back of the head and spears him into the guard rail. T-JAY writhes in pain as Cross reaches for his head again. Cross looks back towards the ring. CORKSCREW PLANCHA!)

HS: "Terry James is pulling out all the stops!"

(The fans are screaming "JAMES! JAMES!" as Terry gets back to his feet, pumping his fist in the air. He reaches over and grabs T-JAY by the back of the head and rolls him into the ring. T-JAY gets up to his feet as Terry slides in. He runs over towards Terry, attempting to go for a lariat, but Terry ducks it. THUNDER STRIKE!)

HS: "This has got to be it! James nailed T-JAY with the Thunder Strike!"

(Terry looks towards the fans, smiling, after he connected with his finisher. He looks back toward T-JAY. BEHIND THE LINE!)

HS: "BEHIND THE LINE! BEHIND THE LINE!"

(Cross takes James down with one of his finishers, Behind The Line. He slides over for the cover!)

(.....ONE)

(.....TWO)

(.....THREE!)

HS: "Cross did it! Mark Cross finally did it! He exacted revenge on Terry James and won the CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!"

(The referee calls for the bell as "Lift Me Up" by Moby begins to play. He reaches outside the ring and grabs the championship belt. He walks over and hands it to Mark Cross, who is holding his water in his left hand and grabs the title with his right hand. He takes one look at it, then runs over to the turnbuckle and climbs atop it. He holds the title high in the air for all the fans to see.)

HS: "This is a great sight to see, ladies and gentlemen. Mark Cross is finally a champion here in the AWA. He's most deserving!"

FJ: "One time I made a sexy time with my mother in law."

HS: "I thought you were done with that, Frank?"

FJ: "I'm going to take Pamela's virgins."

HS: "Um, okay. You're creeping me out, Frank."

(From behind Mark Cross, we see two men club him over the back of his head. The camera turns around and we see Mark Cross getting whacked over the head with a steel chair and Terry James gets a chop block and a pipe to the forehead.)

HS: "What the hell is going on?? Someone should really get some security out here! This is the SECOND match tonight that this has happened to!"

FJ: "Well, let's wait for them to finish up. I wouldn't want to interrupt them from what they're doing."

HS: "Have you gone mad?"

FJ: "No, just glad."

(Cross gets a double choke slam when he's on the ground, all six members raise their fists into the air and hollar, "WHHHOOOOOOO!", and they leave through the crowd before security can get there to apprehend them.)

HS: "This is insane!"

FJ: "No it's not."

HS: "Yes it is!"

FJ: "No it's not. You're too melodramatic. Calm down."

(The scene cuts to the back where we see Heathen and RooK arguing as they're walking towards the rear of the entrance area.)

ROOK: "You're so stupid, Heathen. You'll never win this match, not if I have anything to say about it."

HEATHEN: "Bullshit on you. I'll take you down like a queen to bishop's pawn 7."

ROOK: "You know, I'm sick of your fucking attitude."

(And with that RooK pushes Heathen and makes him lose his balance. He slips and falls into the back of an unsuspecting bystander.)

VOICE: "What the bloody hell?"

(From the corner we see Brian Stevens walk around and then we see Heathen getting thrown into view and we see Nathaniel Henry Lee step into picture.)

NHL: "How DARE you fucking throw that piece of mongrel shit into me?"

ROOK: "Do you know who you're talking to?"

NHL: "Do I know? Of course I know to whom I speak. I speak to a fucking dead man!"

BRIAN STEVENS: "Let's fuck him up, bro."

NHL: "No. Let's kill the BOTH of them."

(And before RooK can react, he's met with a right hand straight to the face by Brian Stevens. Henry goes over to Heathen and brings him to his feet. NHL grabs him by the head and bashes it into the wall. Henry kicks Heathen in the gut and lifts him into the air before driving him head first into the ground in a spine shattering brainbuster DDT.)

STEVENS: "Nice fucking SlapShot, Henry."

NHL: "I know."

(Stevens gives RooK a knee strike to the chin and a stiff elbow to the right temple. Brian then connects with his Ace Crusher, leaving RooK lying on the ground.)

NHL: "I hope the rest of those mongrels were watching this. We are one solid and cohesive unit. Fuck those bloody whores in that damn chamber."

STEVENS: "Amen to that."

(The scene cuts to the back where we see Mark Cross sitting on a table with his feet on a chair trying to get his bearings straight. Out of nowhere, Trendkill hits a woozy Mark Cross with a sickening chair shot to the head, which knocks him to the ground. Alicia Rae then begins to duct tape Cross's hands behind his back as Trendkill goes to town on him with right and left hand punches, opening up a severe cut on Cross's forehead.)

TRENDKILL: "I thought you wanted my girl, Dragon!? ANSWER ME, DAMN IT!"

(Trendkill then strikes Cross in the knee with the steel chair. Cross is in agony.)

ALICIA RAE: "Not in my life time, honey! Go back to Europe, Frenchie!"

(Trendkill then pulls out a staple gun, which had been tucked into his jeans. He proceedes to staple a piece of paper to Cross's already bloody forehead. The paper reads in big black ink, 'New Breed Forever'.)

HS: "Why did Trendkill do that?"

FJ: "Probably because of what Cross did last week or something."

HS: "Who knows."

(Trendkill splits the scene before EMTs and security come around. We cut to the arena floor where 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 unseen flame lights an emotionless face, eyes closed, breathless. Her voice then speaks without neither her eyes nor mouth opening.)

"There's a lot of innocent people being crucified."

(The screen above the burns with one name.)

(QUADE DESADE)

>(Dressed in an all to familiar trail coat and fading fedora Quade wastes no time in entering the ring. He walks around the ropes letting the A.W.A. fans boo him until he comes center stage.)

Quade: "no doubt A.C. Smith and Javex Valerius would be thinking that I would be expending my focus on them tonight so I have to apologies to this pair of overrated dark match rejects because they are not!"

(The comment is unpopular and Quade is drowned out despite the powerful P.A. system at the American Airlines Arena.)

Quade: "My focus is on something a little more personal."

(The image of Quade deSade's Iron maiden appears on the Ameritron and the mob responds with loud jeers, catcalls and derisions. Quade however seems someplace else as a smile so completely different from the famous crocodile grin spreads across his face, and for one time in public Quade deSade seems …. Happy?)

Quade: "Some weeks ago I had the dubious pleasure to appear on Exposed, no that cess pit called Gloria Pat Hablar. No, then A.W.A cameras followed me as I was summoned to A.W.A. headquarters."

(The screen comes alive again showing deSade shaking the hand of an A.W.A. interviewer before walking towards Grey's door. As Quade opens the door Gray and four other men sit around his desk looking up at Quade as he enters.)

Quade: "Stop!"

Quade: Right there do you see them?"

Quade: "Zoom in on those two men on the right!"

Quade: "Do you see now, those two young men they look familiar?"

Quade: "shift the shot to the left, stop. A little older but uncannily similar?"

Quade: "Not quite, you see the older pair are my lawyers who have been retained by my family since before my birth: Goldenstern and Rosencrantz. The two younger men on the right are also lawyers. They are known as Rosencrantz and Guidenstern. These younger copies are retained by somebody else!"

(Quade produce a single sheet document ad holds it high."

Quade: "His name is on this document, and this one ad this these also!"

(Quade produces a thin legal looking file and holds that high also.)

(This piece of paper is my birth certificate, this other is supporting documentation and thi9s last thing are all the paper served to Misery a.k.a. Jayson Price when ‘She' was taken from him and the name of that man who employed Rosencrantz and Guildenstern junior is also on this birth certificate.)

(Quade slips the pages back into his coat.)

Quade: "That man I will confront tonight her in Miami, in this ring!!"

(My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult powers up again as Quade leaves the ring and leaves the fans murmuring WTF!? As the cameras come to bare on the ring ‘Extreme' Dylan Ford is already in ring pacing back and forth rubbing the tape around his wrists; "Blood Polution" by Steel Dragon erupts from the P.A. and "The Polish Spirit" Andreas Lasiewicz walks down to ring with hardly any fanfare but the cheers of the fans.)

(Trendkill pushes through the ring curtain just as the music explodes. He walks slowly to the ring and slithers underneath the bottom rope, resting himself in one of the corners of the ring. From his perch he stares at Dylan and Andreas the other two pas stares among themselves and Trendkill. Time passes and both RooK's and Heathens music play with an appearance by either.)

(referee Stu Abbott calls the match to order and the bell rings.)

(Dylan instantly clock Trendkill with Drop Kick; with both men vulnerable Andreas Lassiewicz pulls Trendkill up just enough to drop him again in a Front Face DDT; with Trendkill down Andreas sprints into Dylan as he rises Bull Rushing him into the corner; Andreas proceeds to Bite his nose; referee Stu Dylan tries to break it up as Andreas tries to chew of Dylan's face with his teeth; Dylan frees himself by shoving a thumb in to Andreas's eye then stomping a Kick to his gut; Trendkill dives past Andreas and nails a Clothesline that powers Dylan up and opver the top rope.)

(Trendkill turns on The Pole and stuns him with a Back Rake that almost brings him to his knees; Trendkill whips Andreas around back to the post and rams his face into by his hair for one, two, there Snakes; the fourth is interrupted as Dylan reaches in under the ropes and grabs Trendkill by the ankles. The crowd cheers as Andreas stumbles out of the corner and Trendkill is yanked off of his feet; Dylan pulls Trendkill poling his manhood on the turnbuckle, the man in the audiences groan in sympathy as Trendkill doubles up; Andreas turns around as and recovers quick seeing Trendkill so vulnerable; Andreas begin s stomping the Hell out of Trendkill.)

(Outside the ring Dylan is searching around the ringside and stops,. He pulls a [piece of the security barrier and starts shoving into the ring; Andrea's sees what is going and pulls the barrier free of Dylan's' grasp. Meanwhile security moves in to block the breach as Dylan slides back into the ring as Andreas Stand the metal barrier upright; Andreas hauls it off the mat and charged Dylan; the distance Is short and Dylan catches a hold of the bars as well; the two men wrestle back and forth in a test of strength; Dylan suddenly rams the barrier under Andrea's chin; Trendkill tries to pull himself upright as Dylan goes for the pin; The Polish Spirits kicks out hard just before ref Stu Abbot hits the mat for a third time and Dylan pulls Andreas to his feet.)

(from the entrance two figures burst out; RooK and Heathen look like they have already been through then match as they jog towards the ring; Trendkill interrupts the duel between Andreas and Dylan by pointing out the late arrivals; the three man approach the ropes goading RooK and Heathen into a charge; Dylan and Andreas pull out the barrier again and between them throw it out of the ring; RooK doesn't move fast enough and he ‘s crush under the railings; Heathen slides into a shitstorm as Andreas, Dylan and Trendkill stomp the living Hell out of him; Trendkill seems to get in Andreas's face and the two break of the trade blows as Dylan pick Heathen up and drops Heathens face on his knee; Trendkill forces Andreas back with a series of Punches and kicks; The Pole retaliates by catching a leg and leg sweeping Trendkil the mat; Dylan charges in Football Tackling Andreas and carrying him straight into referee Stu Abbot; the strength and momentum carries the two others to the corner and the stumble causing Dylan to trip and go through the ropes.)

(Trendkill moves in on Heathen stabbing out with a stab to his eyes while Lassiewicz tries to untangle himself from the referee; Dylan climbs back into the ring swiftly and eyes up the threats seeing only Trendkill and Heathen on their feet he charges from the ropes hitting Trendkill and Heathen with a double clothesline. All three men collapse on to the mat; referee shoves abbot shoves himself free of the Polish Spirit who rolls out of ring.)

(The referee checks the pile then stands to call the match to continue. Outside of the ring Andreas collides with Rook; he Pole comes out of the shock first nailing RooK hard with a Dropckick; RooK slams into the barrier, fans reach out to touch him but he shrugs them off as he stands to stare down Andreas; meanwhile Lasssiewicz rolled after he landed and pulled a steel chair free from under the ring, sees RooK pull free he snaps to a crouch and throws the chair at RooK as he charges in at him; Rook stalls as he catches the chair and Lassiewicz comes fully erect and slams the chair into RooKs face with a Super Kick that rock RooK backward head over heels; seeing opportunity in the ring Andreas rolls in under the b bottom rope and begins to climb the turnbuckle.)

(Dylan pulls himself free of the mess in the ring and reaches down to pull Heathen to dodgy vertical base, Heathen throws a weak forearm, Dylan steps back and catches Heathen on the follow through; Dylan steps back in drops Heathen again with a Kamakazi Headbutt: blood pours from a broken nose on Heathens face as Dylan drops to cover him but slaps across the face aggravating the damage then hooks the leg for a count; Stu abbot counts out ‘One! … Two! Trendkill got to his knees and leaped dropping a double Axe handled across Dylan's back and breaking the count; Dylan and Trendkil come up of the mat exchanging blows; Trendkil locks in an Armbar and goes for a Back Elbow to Dylan who ducks and rolls out of the lock coming for a Low Blow but it is scouted and Trendkill jumps back; Dylan comes up as Trendkill; comes in off the ropes intent on grabbing Dylan into an Irish Whip top the post but Dylan counter Hip Tossing him to the canvas; Lassiewicz sitting on his post has picked his moment.)

(The Pole Mooonsaults from the top rope landing on Dylan hard; again referee Stu abbot comes in to check the fallen but stops as Trendkill comes to his feet, Heathen rises with him and tries for a Kick to Trendkills Gut; Trendkill grabs Heathen by his arm and Irish whips him into the ropes; Trendkill returns the Kick to the Gut then DDT's his head and neck; Trendkill staggers for a moment then drops on Heathen and hooks the leg and Stu Abbot taps out the count again ‘One! .. Two!! ..Three!!')

(Trendkill staggers to his feet and Abbot raise his hand in victory as the announcer declares him the winner of the match and the number one contender for the A.W.A. No Limits title.)

(As Trendkill stands in the middle of the ring, the crowd suddenly awakes and erupts in a loud mix of cheers and boos, as tonight's main event's special referee, The Legendary Low, comes running down to the ring.)

HS: "What is Low doing here?"

FJ: "Introducing himself to Trendkill."

(Trendkill turns around, well aware that something is going on, but too late! As he turns around around, Low briefly winks at him, then connects with a kick to the gut and pulls Trendkill down into the camel clutch/crossface-chicken wing comination known as...)

FJ: "The Low Standard!"

(Trendkill, already weakened by his previous match, has no chance to get out of Low's deadly hold. Since tapping doesn't change anything here, Trendkill never taps, yet slowly but surely he seems to lose consciousness.)

HS: "Low has won many big main events with this hold and this loudmouthed newcomer is no match for the Low Standard."

(Finally, just before Trendkill passes out, Low releases the hold, pulls Trendkill up and throws him over the top rope and out of the ring. As he mouths the words "Get the hell out of MY ring" he briefly rubs his hands after a "job well-done". He then asks for a microphone, as the Miami crowd gives him a loud mixed reaction.)

LOW: "Now that this is out of the way..."

(He shoots a quick uninterested look in Trendkill's direction.)

LOW: "Tonight, six men have the chance to get one step closer towards immortality. Every man who has ever won King Of The Kage has at the very least become a bonafide AWA superstar, a name for the ages. Every man who has ever won a version of Hell Bowl has become a name for the ages. Every man who has ever won the dreaded Chamber Match has become a name for the ages."

"Weston Steel. Sabotage. Jack Happy. Mortis Valley. Black Dragon. The Hangman. Drake Hyde. Brian Williams. Jeff Christianson. Nightmist. Whisper. The Legendary Low. The Legendary Low. And The Legendary Low."

(Low grins as the crowd reacts.)

LOW: "Gabriel. Well, okay, not Gabriel. Brian Stevens. Well... it IS a virtual who is who in the AWA. Gabriel is on his way there, as is Stevens. Tonight, these men have got the chance to cement their legacies. These men have got the chance to prove they are the new breed, the men to carry the AWA World Heavyweight title... MY AWA World Heavyweight title, into a new age of glory."

"NHL could use the win to cement his renewed reign of terror and avenge his recent loss of the fifteen pounds of gold. Gabriel could use the win to cement his status as an AWA main event superstar. John Williams could use the win to cement his claim as a true 'Icon'. Snake could use the win to cement his that he indeed deserves respect and was more than just a fluke World Champion. Brian Stevens could use the win to cement that he is indeed back from the dead. A second Chamber win would undoubtedly be a rare feat. And Logan Alexander..."

"...he could use the win to cement that my trust, my faith and my investment in him was not a miscalculation on my part, but that he indeed is the next big thing. Tonight, these six men have different goals, different reasons to achieve those goals. But they have two things in common. Number one, they are all gunning for the AWA World Heavyweight title. And number two..."

(Low grins as he points at himself.)

"...they all answer to THEIR special referee, The Authoritive Low. Inside The Chamber, with the World title on the line, The Legendary Low as special referee, Low Rules are in order. I will officiate the match as I see fit. I will decide the man that is deserving of carrying MY World title when all is said and done. And when all is said and done, that man is likely to go on to have a healthy and lengthy reign as YOUR World Champion, if history is any indication. And those who know me know that history IS an indication."

"So ladies and gentlemen, tonight you will be a part of history one more time, and that my friends most certainly ain't Low Profile."

(With that Low drops the microphone and climbs out of the ring as The Stooges' "My Idea Of Fun" begins to play. On his way to the back, Low passes by Trendkill, who is being helped to the back by two referees, and never even glances at him.)

(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 unseen flame lights an emotionless face, eyes closed, breathless. Her voice then speaks without neither her eyes nor mouth opening.)

"There's a lot of innocent people being crucified."

(The screen above the burns with one name.)

(QUADE DESADE)

>(Dressed in an all to familiar trail coat and fading fedora Quade wastes no time in entering the ring. He walks around the ropes letting the A.W.A. fans boo him until he comes center stage.)

Quade: "no doubt A.C. Smith and Javex Valerius would be thinking that I would be expending my focus on them tonight so I have to apologies to this pair of overrated dark match rejects because they are not!"

(The comment is unpopular and Quade is drowned out despite the powerful P.A. system at the American Airlines Arena.)

Quade: "My focus is on something a little more personal."

(The image of Quade deSade's Iron maiden appears on the Ameritron and the mob responds with loud jeers, catcalls and derisions. Quade however seems someplace else as a smile so completely different from the famous crocodile grin spreads across his face, and for one time in public Quade deSade seems …. Happy?)

Quade: "Some weeks ago I had the dubious pleasure to appear on Exposed, no that cess pit called Gloria Pat Hablar. No, then A.W.A cameras followed me as I was summoned to A.W.A. headquarters."

(The screen comes alive again showing deSade shaking the hand of an A.W.A. interviewer before walking towards Grey's door. As Quade opens the door Gray and four other men sit around his desk looking up at Quade as he enters.)

Quade: "Stop!"

Quade: Right there do you see them?"

Quade: "Zoom in on those two men on the right!"

Quade: "Do you see now, those two young men they look familiar?"

Quade: "shift the shot to the left, stop. A little older but uncannily similar?"

Quade: "Not quite, you see the older pair are my lawyers who have been retained by my family since before my birth: Goldenstern and Rosencrantz. The two younger men on the right are also lawyers. They are known as Rosencrantz and Guidenstern. These younger copies are retained by somebody else!"

(Quade produce a single sheet document ad holds it high."

Quade: "His name is on this document, and this one ad this these also!"

(Quade produces a thin legal looking file and holds that high also.)

(This piece of paper is my birth certificate, this other is supporting documentation and this last thing are all the paper served to Misery a.k.a. Jayson Price when ‘She' was taken from him and the name of that man who employed Rosencrantz and Guildenstern junior is also on this birth certificate.)

(Quade slips the pages back into his coat.)

Quade: "That man I will confront tonight her in Miami, in this ring!!"

(My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult powers up again as Quade leaves the ring and leaves the fans murmuring WTF!?)

HS: "And now it's time for..."

FJ: "God no."

HS: "Frank, give these talk shows a chance!"

FJ: "Why? A.C. Smith's nothing but a big buffoon who couldn't spell cat if you spotted him the c and the a!"

A.C.: (offscreen) "But I can sure find a way to tap into your mic, Frank."

(The camera switches to a smirking A.C., clad in a police uniform, tapping a nightstick on his hand. The crowd goes wild for the Big Apple Asskicker, who is standing in front of a background we can't see in the darkness surrounding him. His emotions don't change when Frank speaks again.)

FJ: "Uh...Mr. Smith..."

A.C.: "I believe the words you're looking for are "Please don't hurt me.""

FJ: "What a smart man you are!"

A.C.: "Yeah, okay. Anyway, ladies and gentlemen, tonight WOULD have been the first episode of "The Precinct"..."

(Out of nowhere, pyrotechnics go off, the theme music to "The People's Court" plays, and a title reading "The Precinct" is superimposed on the screen. A.C. waves his arms in the air in the cut signal.)

A.C.: "Goddammit, guys, would you wait for me to finish?! Anyway, THIS WOULD have been the first episode of "The Precinct." But you're going to have to wait."

FJ: "YES!"

HS + A.C.: "Frank!"

A.C.: "At any rate, for some strange reason, the pieces of the set were lost in transit. We opened the boxes, only to find they'd been stuffed with 2 x 4's to make them seem heavier. Someone is going to pay for this.

"Anyway, my guest tonight was GOING to be the former AWA Cruiserweight Champion, Javex Valerius, but obviously, that's not going to happen..."

VOICE OFFSCREEN: "Oh A.C.!"

(The smaller figure of Javex Valerius dashes into the shot, his trademark ear-to-ear grin on his face. A mixed ovation greets the self-dubbed "Mr. Entertainment" as he opens his mouth to speak.)

JAVEX: "I heard about your unfortunate predicament with the set. Tough luck. It was only meant as a practical joke...oh crap."

A.C.: "It was only a practical joke, Javex?"

JAVEX: "You, uh, heard wrong! Being the tall guy you are, speech gets lost in transit...TRAVEL!"

A.C.: "Ha ha ha ha...HA HA HA HA...you're a funny guy, Javex. Unfortunately, the joke's on you. Because you see...you didn't get all of the pieces of the set."

JAVEX: "I didn't?...Well, of course I didn't, I didn't do anything! JERK!"

A.C: "Nope...I brought a box with me. It's pretty sizable, let me go get it."

FJ: "What could A.C. possibly have? I mean, I was actually LIKING Javex for a minute!"

HS: "I don't know, Frank. He's got the box now, though."

A.C.: "Allow me to put this down and open it up."

(He does just that, revealing...the alcohol bottles that used to line the set of Gloria Por Hablar! Javex's jaw drops as A.C. brings out a clear bottle of Magellan gin.)

JAVEX: "MY BOTTLE!"

A.C.: "All of them."

JAVEX: "You can't just keep those!"

A.C.: "You know what? I'm a sporting man of honor and integrity. I'll make you a deal. If you can get this bottle out of my hands, right here and right now, I'll give everything in this box back to you."

JAVEX: "...MY BOTTLE!"

(Javex tries to jump at the bottle, but A.C. moves his left arm, which is holding it, up high into the air and holds it. Javex tries to jump up and grab it, but, at 5'9", cannot reach it after multiple attempts. The crowd laughs as he stops, exhausted.)

JAVEX: "...pant...pant...we will settle this...later tonight. You're...going down. ...pray..."

(A hunched-over Javex exits as the scene fades to black.)

HS: "And the bizarre feud between A.C. Smith and Javex Valerius continues!"

FJ: "Those two need to be careful. Quade deSade is lurking!"

HS: And now, it's time for the Tag team championship match! And if you didn't know, folks, an announcement on AWA_Online has been made stating that this match will be the match that Jai Williams has wanted for a while now, a Hell and Back Match!

FJ: This is the match that I have been waiting for for a long time! This match has to be the most brutal match in the history of the AWA, and in professional wrestling in general! Jai has been lobbying for this match ever since his match at Vortex against Brian Stevens, and now he has gotten it!

HS: Right you are, and now is the time for it! The rules to this match are simple: as we speak, there is a triple tier cage being set up around the ring area. Ladders are in each of the cages, with a fifteen foot ladder on the third and final platform of the cage. The competitors must scale the triple cage, getting to the top of the cage, climb the ladder, and retrieve the titles...

FJ: BUT...the match isn't over yet! You must make your way back through the cages with both titles, and whomever gets out of the cage with the belts is the winner! Now, the kicker is, only ONE member of each of the respective teams has to escape with the titles in order to win the match.

HS: And tonight's competitors involved with this match are the Association, the reigning tag team champions, defending against the newly formed team of Eternal Darkness, Downstairs from Purgatory and Faction members Jai Williams and Jeff Christianson...

FJ: Who are my personal favorites!

HS: Must you constantly interrupt me?

FJ: Bah to you.

HS: Yeah, ok. Anyway, the cage is set up, and it is time to head to the ring!

(The cameras switch to an outside shot of the large and imposing triple tier cage, the many weapons scattered throughout the tiers of the cage: trash cans, equipped with lids, kendo sticks, broomsticks...etc. The cameras then switch to an inside shot of the cage, panning around in a circular view of the cage. Then, you see a group of monks file into the ring area.)

HS: And we know who's going to be making their way into the ring now...

(They then do their usual, forming 2 lines on either side of the ramp facing inwards. A tall monk walks in, followed by three monks. They stop at the top of the ramp. A loud, deep voice says "THIS IS WHY YOU CAME," Two monks from the three walk up to the tall monk and takes off his robe. It is Jurgen. He is wearing a straightjacket as the Clubfoot introduction kicks in. A red glow bathes the arena. Five sets of flares fire from the titantron, and with each one he convulses, trying to get the straightjacket off him. On the fifth he rips it off and runs, down the ramp, sparks exploding around him from the ramp. While this is happening, the middle monk takes his robe off. It is Hawk. He sprints down the ramp behind Jurgen. Jurgen reaches the ring and clambers over the top rope, whereas Hawk reaches the right hand post and using his momentum, flings himself over it, in a full body, full length flip. Jurgen slowly performs a Triple H style X, while the arena lights flash on and off, giving the illusion that the move is done jerkily, while this is happening, Hawk has landed in a kneeling position, looking down. Five bursts of pyro from the posts as Jurgen performs the X. After the fifth pyro, Jurgen is in a full X , an angry expression on his face, and Hawk looks up, wearing his trademark half-smile.)

(The two men then walk through the door of the cage, and examine it, as they wait for their opponents...)

HS: Hawk and Jurgen, Dowstairs from Purgatory, making their way to teh cage structure, and you gotta wonder, with that massive man Jurgen alongside Hawk, are they a major threat to those tag team titles?

FJ: They couldn't win in teh scaffold match at Vortex...they couldn't win two weeks ago against the Association, and that was with help from Mashed Underwear! Jurgen is big for nothing! There's no way that he is going to win this match. We may as well give the tag titles to the rightful owners, Jai Williams and Jeff Christianson!

HS: And there's Frank with his comments, un-biased as usual, right Frank?

(He doesn't get a chance to answer, as the lights shine towards the ramp. Suddenly a pyro hits the entrance and a man appears as the smoke fades. It is Chris Palmer. He is standing at the top of the ramp with his face down towards the ramp. After a few seconds he suddenly raises his head and his arms as more pyros hit on each side of him. Chris is now walking down the ramp with intense energy. As he passes the barricades he stretches both arms to one side. After a few seconds of walking down that side he walks over to the other side stretching both arms the other way collecting high fives. Chris now makes his way to the side of the ring and up the steps. He gets in the middle of the ring on the outside apron and faces the entrance ramp and leans back wrapping his arms around the ropes. He now bouces back and fourth a little bit while staring out at the signs and fans in the crowd. After a few seconds of gazing Chris unwraps his arms from the ropes and enters between the second and third ropes. He now steps to the center and pivots on one foot with his arms raised to his side. He walks up slowly to teh cage area, but doesn't go in immediately. He stands around for a moment, and awaits for his parter to make his way to the ring.)

(The arena goes dark "Suffocate" blasts over the PA to send an eerie feeling throughout the arena. The aisle lights up with red floor lamps as smoke begins to billow up. From the curtain steps Kage wearing a long fur coat that looks like it is bloodstained. The fur is matted together and the tail end of it is ripped to small shreds dragging the ground. Kage walks towards the ring as the fans are reaching for him. He looks at them and keeps walking ahead. The arena is still dark but there is some red strobe lights going off on the center of the ring. Kage slides into the ring and stands in the center of those strobe lights. The crowd is all chanting "Kage" in unison. HE then stands next to Chris Palmer, and the two of them slowly enter the cage, not taking their eyes off of DfP, who are awaiting them in the ring.)

HS: And here is Eternal Darkness, who just recently formed when Palmer Kage and Split Image made an example out of Mashed Underwear!

FJ: Why are they even in this match? What in the hell did they do that was so important? They beat up a musmouthed guy and his friend, who just recently turned his back on him! Yeah, great showing by these two!

(Then "Hate me now" by nas blares through the PA system and moments later the crowd erupts as "Showtime" Jon Taylor and KC O'Hara come through the apron. Taylor stands at the top of the ramp as he raises his arms and lets out a loud "woooo!", O' Hara stands in front of him and raises his arms as fireworks go off. They both run down the ramp and as they get to the cage.)

HS: Here is the tag team champions, the Association. You notice that they don't have their straps with them right now, as they are suspended more than fifty feet in the air!

(The two of them come to a halt in front of the cage, looking up to see their tag titles suspended in the air. The two of them look at the four men in the cage, and walk to the door, and enter. The three teams then continue to stare eachother down, and the lights go out...)

FJ: And here comes my favorites to win the tag titles!

(I got him. Gotta pop him...)

(The melodious choir of "American Me" by Yukmouth feat The Outlawz and C Bo kicks into the P.A. speakers as the entire arena goes black. Then blue lights and fog kick up on the entrance ramp. Then three letters, all in different colors, appear in spotlight form on the entrance ramp: a large "C" in Green, a large "S" in Red, and a White "M" respecitvely dance around on the ramp area as the fog slowly forms around the entrance. Then, as the song kicks in, pyro shoots off from both sides of the entrance stage, as Jai Williams makes his way through the entrance, through the smoke and fog, surprisingly has no mink coat on. No shining pendant. Just a cigarette hanging from his mouth, a EXTREMELY determined look on his face, and a bottle of courvosier in his hand. He takes a shot of the liquor, and walks down to the ring.)

HS: Jai is drinking on the job. Excellent.

FJ: Hey! He is getting himself prepped for a brawl! Look at him! He's focused as I have ever seen him!

HS: And Jai is going to wait for his partner outside the cage...

(The lights go out suddenly in the arena, and as they do, a huge white DW appears across the video screen. "About All That" by Fat Joe, Lil' Wayne, and Birdman blares over the PA and the crowd begins to boo has the AWA Hall of Fame member Jeff Christianson makes his way out. We see a blue strobe light race throughout the arena, as well as clips throughout the career of Jeff Christianson. Suddenly, we see a huge pyro explosion on stage as the lights come back on. Standing under the DW is Jeff Christianson! Jeff Christianson has a stern look on his face as he starts to walk to the ring the music stops and above open the scree an large burning effigy of a man standing with his arms out from his sides and his head lying on his shoulder appears. Christianson stops and stares up at it and as a nearby camera shows a close up of the Dark warriors face his eye slowly widen and he drops into a fighting pose as ..)

(The darkness speaks.)

"I am the new way to go. I am the way of the future."

(Quade appears in the entrance. There's a lot of innocent people being crucified.")

He slowly raises his arm and in his hand a stiff sheet of paper can bee seen, it looks like the same document he held high for the A.W.A. fans earlier that night. Christianson stands straight and the two men lock stares and 'After The Flesh' continues slam out the notes. Suddenly Quade charges; Dark warrior drops to receive the shoulder charge and The Fiery Cross slams into Jeff Christianson. The two men are taken of their feet and land hard breaking the grating and falling through out of sight. A cameraman rushes in to get a shot of the two men but there is nobody; Christianson and deSade have disappeared.)

HS: "What is this? What's going on here? Quade just attacked DW and now they have disappeared out of sight!

FJ: "What is Jai going to do now?

(Jai stands there, looking confused as hell. He stands outside of the cage for a minute or two, until he is prompted to get inside the cage by the referee. He refuses to enter the cage for a minute until his partner reappears. A couple minutes of arguing with the ref, suddenly Jai looks back towards the entrance, and you see Christianson, walking down it, brushing himself off, walking towards Jai.

FJ: "Oh thank God! I thought DW was in trouble. Good to see he handled deSade without a problem."

HS: "That may be the case, it may not. We will try to see what happened later on, but right now we have a match to call!"

(He walks up to Jai's side, turns around and throws his hood off. The two of them look at eachother, and they simultaneously enter the cage. The four teams look at eachother again, as Jai and DW prepare for their match. Jai takes another sip of the liquor, and looks at the teams in the ring, as the ref calls for the bell, and locks the cage door.)

HS: This match is not going to be for the weak of heart! Please put the childeren to bed, and break out the old VCR, and hit record! This match is going to be a classic!

(Jai and DW shake their heads, and rush the other teams, Jai first running over to the big man, Jurgen, and sprays his shot of alcohol directly into the big man's face!)

HS: What a dirty trick by Jai!

FJ: Yes, but a SMART one at that! He is taking the biggest guy out of the picture!

(Jai wastes no time in grabbing a trash can lid, and whacking Jurgen across the head with it! Jurgen stumbles back, but isn't fazed by the assault, and blindly tries to get his hands on Jai. Being the quicker man, and being able to see, Jai sidesteps Jurgen, and cracks him across the knee with the lid! Jurgen's foundation begins to crumble as he is brought to one knee. Jai then bounce off the ropes, going for a major blow to the head, is cut off by a dropkick by Hawk, who rescues his partner at the right time!)

HS: Jurgen better thank his lucky stars for Hawk, or he might be on dream street right now!

(DW sees this, and immediately goes after Hawk, forcing him into the corner with rights and lefts. Hawk absorbs the shots, and delivers a few more of his own. Hawk gets the upper hand on DW, and irish whips him ot the far corner, and rushes DW. DW outsmarts him by moving out of the way, and Hawk runs sternum first into the corner, bouncing outwards, and into a backcracker by DW! Hawk rolls around the ring in pain as DW gets back to his feet.)

(Meanwhile, you see Association member Jon Taylor quickly setting up the first ladder to get to the second tier of the cage...)

FJ: Look at Taylor! Trying to get the job done in a cowardly way, just like at Vortex!

(This plan is quickly foiled as Kage and Chris Palmer interrupt Taylor with a rush of lariaits. KC O'Hara comes to Taylor's aid with a few sucker punches to Kage and Palmer, sending them stumbling forwards. Taylor takes this advantage, and gets the ladder set up the whole way, and begins scaling it...)

(Meanwhile, Hawk and DW are still in a fist fight in the far corner of the cage, and Jai is still toying with Jurgen. Jai gets Jurgen back to his feet, and goes to whip him to the ropes, but teh big man is able to plant his feet, not allowing Jai to toss him. Jurgen then sends Jai back his way, picking him up with a double handed choke, and tosses him...right into the ladder that was set up by Taylor, causing Taylor to fall off of it! Using quick insticts however, Taylor is able to grab a hold of the edge of the entrance to the second cage, and dangles there for a moment, but not before Jurgen gets him in a powerbomb position! Jurgen goes to powerbomb him, but is quickly chop blocked by O'Hara, causing Jurgen to drop Taylor to the mat! Both men hit hard, as O'Hara stands over them with a smile on his face. The smile is quickly wiped off though by a hard right hand by Hawk, who then takes him and tosses him over the ropes and onto the floor!)

(Jai is able to get to his feet, and goes after Kage, who is just getting his senses back after catching a few punches from O'Hara. Jai gets a hold of him, and hits him with a hard DDT. Jai gets to his feet, and picks Kage up along with him. He whips Kage to the far corner of the ring, and puts him up on the top turnbuckle. He then hooks his head, and begins to choke him with a hangman's choke!)

HS: This doesn't look too good!

FJ: Not at all!

(Kage begins to struggle, but Jai continues to cinch the hold on Kage. After a few moments of trying to fight, Kage slowly starts to fade away. Palmer sees this, and goes to his aid, but is stopped by Jeff Christianson, who kicks him in the chest, and sends him to the ropes, before following him with a clothesline, that sends him over the ropes, and to the floor! Jai then finishes choking out Kage, and leaps off the turnbuckle, hitting a HARD tornado DDT! Kage is laid out on the canvas, as Jai continues to go for his next assualt, but runs into Jurgen, who is still fuming about Jai's little liquor shower he gave him to start the match. Jai sees him, and immediately slides out of the ring, prompting Jurgen to follow him. Jai begins running around the ring, with Jurgen in hot pursuit. Jai then baseball slides underneath the ring, as Jurgen tries to grab his foot, but is unsuccessful. Jurgen then angrily lifts up the ring apron, only to catch a huge spray of mist to the face! Jurgen grabs his face in pain, as you see Jai sliding back from out underneath the ring, with a fire extinguisher going off! Jai has a huge smile on his face as he stalks Jurgen, but is stopped with a clothesline from Chris Palmer! Palmer then gets Jai to his feet, and irish whip him to the steel steps, and Jai collides with them shoulder first! Jai rolls around in pain as Palmer goes back after him, but suddenly is attack with a loud CRACK from behind, and you see O'Hara standing over him with a steel chair in hand!)

FJ: O'Hara was playing possum the whole time! Perfect timing by O'Hara!

(O'Hara continues to go to work with the chair, delivering fierce blows to Palmer, who is sliding around, trying to avoid them. Jurgen gets back to his senses, and finally gets a hold of Jai, who stumbled back to his feet. Jurgen grabs Jai by the throat, and tosses him again, this time into the steel cage surrounding them! Jai bounces off the steel, and back to the floor, as you see now that Hawk has slid out of teh ring to assist Jurgen, and the two of them begin to work on Jai. Hawk gets Jai back up to his feet, and shoves him toward Jurgen, who catches him with a big boot to the face! Jai cracks off the ground again in pain, and Hawk begins putting the boots to Jai, unawar of DW standing up on the top turnbuckle, looking down at them. Hawk and Jurgen look up, and DW leaps off the turnbuckle, landing on Jai Jurgen and Hawk with a corkscrew plancha!)

HS: OH WHAT A MOVE BY DW!!! COMING TO JAI'S AID!

(The two teams remain laid out on the floor, as the cameras switch to Jon Taylor, who has been pretty much having his way with the dazed Kage inside the ring. Taylor gets the ladder that was once standing, and awaits for Kage to get to his feet. He then rushes Kage with the ladder, taking a big swing at Kage. Out of instinct, Kage ducks the shot, and the momentum spins Taylor around, allowing Kage to connect with a nice dropkick to Taylor's back, causing him to fall fowards, with the ladder richocheting off of the turnbuckle, and right back into his face! Taylor stumbles backwards, and right into an inverted chancery position by Kage, who then hits him with his version of the roll the dice maneuver! Taylor bounces off the mat, and Kage kips back up to his feet, and begins to set up the ladder again...)

(The cameras switch back to O'Hara and Palmer. O'Hara still has the chair, but Palmer was able to escape a shot with the chair, and get to his feet. O'Hara tries for another shot, but it is ducked, and O'Hara rattles himself with a shot that hits the ring post, causing him to drop the chair. Palmer takes advantage fo the situation, and punches O'Hara in the back of the head. He spins him around, and O'Hara blocks another punch, and comes back with a thrust kick, but his foot is caught by Palmer, who turns it into a dragon screw! O'Hara hits the ground hard, and Palmer wastes no time in sliding back into the ring, and helps his partner out.) (The first of the four recently laid out on the ground, which is DW, gets back up. He sees Palmer and Kage trying to get into the second cage, and follows the two of them. Kage has almost made it into the second cage, and Palmer is close behind him. DW grabs a nearby trash can, and smashes it across Palmer's back, causing him to fall off the ladder! DW then grabs Palmer and the trash can, and places the trash can over Palmer's head! Palmer blindly staggers around the ring, and DW bounces off of the ropes, connecting with a harsh dropkick to the can, cauing Palmer to flip over the ropes, and back to the floor. DW then gets to the ladder, which Kage has already scaled, and is into the second cage, and he quickly follows him to the cage as well!)

HS: DW and Kage have made it to the second tier of the cage!

(The other three, Jai and DfP, have gotten to their feet. Jai, who was a bit quicker at getting up, starts to make his way away from Hawk and Jurgen, who are still after him. Jai cirlces the outside of the ring, grabbing a kendo stick in the process. Jai then ducks under the sheild of the ring apron, awaiting for Jurgen and Hawk to come following him. Jurgen is the first around the corner, and he catches a hard shot to the knees with the kendo stick by Jai, who in turn catches his partner Hawk with a shot to the head! Hawk falls to the ground immediately, and Jurgen hobbles around on one foot, as Jai gets a running start, and dropkicks the second knee, causing Jurgen to collapse. Jai then drags Jurgen by the hair towards the cage wall, and begins grating his face on the cage! The blood starts to drip from Jurgen's head has Jai continues this assault. Jai then yells a few obscenities at Jurgen, and slides into the ring. He goes for his bottle of courvosier, and takes a long swill of it. He seeths from the burn, and continues to look for another man in the cage, this time he bumps into Jon Taylor...)

(The cameras switch back to O'Hara, who has gotten back to his feet. He wanders around the cage for a moment, and finds his old enemy, Chris Palmer, still laid out trying to get the trash can off of his head. O Hara rips the can off of Palmer, and begins smashing it off of Palmer's rib cage area! Palmer squirms in pain, but the unrelentless tag team champion continues his assault. O'Hara gets Palmer to his feet, and slides him into the ring. He then grabs a steel chair, the same one he had earlier, and goes to the ring to meet Palmer. O'Hara goes to attack Palmer, but he sees Jai and Taylor duking it out, and rushes Jai, cracking him in the head with the chair! Jai falls to teh ground, and Taylor takes advantage, and gets him back to his feet. He hold Jai up, allowing O'Hara to attack him with the chair. He winds up, swings, but Jai is able to wriggle himself out of Taylor's grasp, just in time for O'Hara to catch Taylor right across the head with the chair shot! Taylor falls to the ground, and O'Hara spins around, and catches a stray bullet superkick to the face! Jai then goes to set up the ladder, but has no time to do so as he is wrapped up from behind by Palmer, who catches him with a german suplex!)

(The cameras switch to the second tier of the cage, where neither DW or Kage are allowing either of them to make it to the top of the cage. DW has Kage pressed up against the wall of the cage, and begins firing on him with rights and lefts. Kage goes into a version of the rope-a-dope, and blocks off most of the shots, before delivering a sneaky rake to the eyes, causing DW to back off. He then rushes DW, but DW sees him coming, and ducks his head, sending Kage flying with a back body drop that threatens to collapse the floor of the second cage! Kage rolls around on the floor for a moment, but DW quickly gets him back to his feet. He then takes Kage, and tosses him face first into the wall of the cage, causing him to bounce off, and into an inverted DDT by DW! Meanwhile, you see the ladder being set up again, this time by Hawk, who takes advantage of everyone laid out, ans scales the ladder, making his way to the second cage.)

HS: And now we have the third man to reach the top of the cage, Hawk! We now have three representatives of the teams competing in the second cage!

FJ: All except the tag team champions, of course!

(The cameras switch back to the first tier of the cage, where Chris Palmer has Jai on the outside of the ring. Jurgen has gotten back up, and slide into the ring, but are met with stomps by the tag team champions, who have gotten back to their feet. Palmer gets Jai up to his feet, and delivers a few choice blows to Jai, and goes to slam his head into the cage, but Jai is able to put his foot up to block the shot, and elbows Palmer in the face, before grabbing him by the head in a bulldog position, and uses the wall of the cage to bounce backwards, connecting with a 187 tornado DDT on Palmer!)

FJ: YES! I LOVE this guy! 187 off of the side of the cage!

(In the ring, Jurgen at first is able to fend off the champs, and grabs O'Hara by the head, and headbutts him hard in the face! Blood squirts everywhere upon impact as O'Hara falls to the mat, clutching his face. Taylor sees this, and attacks Jurgen, but to no avail as Jurgen is able to catch him in the head with a hard left hook. Jurgen grabs a hold of Taylor, and goes to lift him up for the Final Ascention! Taylor is able to flip over his back, and delivers a hard low blow to Jurgen, causing him to fold over, and right into a DDT by Taylor! Taylor then gets the ladder up again, and climbs up it, and is able to make it to the second cage, where he is met with a kick to the face by Hawk, who seen him attack his partner Jurgen.) the side of the cage!

HS: And now the tag team champions, at least one of them, is in the second cage!

FJ: Nice way to be introduced into the second cage.

(The kick to the face causes Taylor to slide back to towards the ladder, which he accidentally kicks over, causing him to hang from the entrance yet again! This time, however, Taylor is able to pull himself up, and into the cage, where he is met with a few more stomps by Hawk, but is able to catch is foot, and trip him up, causing Hawk to fall over. To the far left of the second cage, you see DW trying to get the ladder set up again, so he can climb it to the top, but Kage is making it very hard for him to do so. As DW sets up the ladder, Kage cracks him in the head with a steel chair, which was convienetly in the second cage at the time. DW grimaces from the shot, and falls back into the wall of the cage. Kage then charges DW, but DW ducks, and Kage goes flying directly into the wall of the cage! Taylor is able to get back up, and attack Hawk, who is on one knee. He delivers a few blows to the face, staggering Hawk. He gets Hawk back to his feet, and quickly floor him again with a fireman's carry into a samoan drop! The cage rattles again, and the two men remain on the floor.)

(Meanwhile at the bottom of the cage, the other four are still battling it out for the ladder. Jai is the first to grab the ladder, but as he goes to set it up, he sees Palmer and O'Hara getting back up. Jai then grabs the ladder, and rushes the two of them, catching the both of tehm across the face with the ladder! As they hit the ground, he tries to do the same to Jurgen, but Jurgen puts up his massive boot, catching the ladder, causing it to kick back into Jai's face! Jai and the ladder drop to the ground. Jurgen gets his senses back in order, and begins to set the ladder up, and starts to climb it...)

FJ: Are you serious? Jurgen is going to try to climb that ladder to get up to the second tier?

HS: Well, isn't that what he is supposed to do, Frank> FJ: Not from I have collected. I thought he would be more along the lines of ground control than anything!

HS:You may be right, Frank! I don't think that the floors to the second cage are going to hold him too well!

(Jurgen is able to make it up to the second cage, but as he pokes his head into the second cage, an "OH HELL NO!" is heard by DW, and Jurgen catches a baseball slide kick to teh face by DW, causing him to fall back to the canvas! The ring THUNDERS with the impact of Jurgen hitting it, and Jurgen is out cold. Jai is able to get back to his feet, and he then begins to set the ladder up himself, and he is able to get to the top of the second cage, and he immediately help DW with his assault on Kage!)

(Palmer sees this happening, and he too gets up the ladder, and into the second cage, and cracks Jai across the head with a hard larait! Jai stumbles forwards, and into the wall of the cage, and Palmer comes after him again! He gets Jai back up, and throws him toward Hawk, who catches him with a well placed roundhouse kick, knocking Jai senseless. Hawk doesn't have much time to celebrate, as Taylor is back on him with a hook of the head, and he lifts him up, and suplexes him to the floor!)

(Back at the bottom of the cage, O'Hara has his hands FULL with the presence of Jurgen. O'Hara delivers a few shots to Jurgen, who is unfazed. O'Hara then bounces off the ropes, getting a head full of steam. Jurgen tries that big boot again, but misses this time, as O'Hara slides underneath his legs, and trips him up. Jurgen falls down on all fours, and O'Hara goes to climb the ladder, but Jurgen quickly gets a hold of him, and tosses him off the ladder! O Hara flies out over the top ropes, and to the floor! O'Hara tries to quickly recover as you see Jurgen once again trying to climb the ladder to help his partner Hawk, but O'Hara is successful in his fast recovery, and slides back in, grabbing a broomstick in the process. O'Hara winds up, and shatters the stick across Jurgen's back, but doing nothing in paticular. Jurgen angrily steps back off the ladder, and walks towards O'Hara, who is holding the fragment of his broomstick. Jurgen tries for a HUGE clothesline, but O'Hara ducks it, and jabs the blunt end of the broomstick directly into Jurgen's stomach! Jurgen flods over, but still is able to withstand the shot, but isn't able to withstand the axe kick that followed the shot to the stomach by O'Hara!)

(The second ladder is finally able to be set up, by Jon Taylor. He then begins to climb the ladder, but is stopped by Hawk, who is able to perch him up on his shoulders, using the ladder for leverage. Hawk then pulls Taylor away from the ladder, and drops back, causing Taylor to crack the floor of the cage! You see Kage booting DW in the stomach before hitting a well placed rocker dropper to DW, knocking him out. Kage then begins to climb the ladder, and he makes it to the top of the cage!)

HS: KAGE HAS MADE IT TO THE TOP OF THE CAGE!!! WE MAY HAVE NEW CHAMPS!!!

FJ: Not so fast, Herbie! The match isn't over until they escape the cage with the belts!

HS: Wait a minute! Who is that coming to the ring area!?!?

(Suddenly, you see them: the Faction. Bull, Chopper, Killa B and Hatchetman all rush to the ring, and begin scaling the outside of the cage!)

HS: WHAT IN THE HELL IS THE FACTION DOING OUT HERE?!?

FJ: Taking care of business!

(Killa B is the first to reach the second tier of the cage, with Chopper alongside him from one side of the cage, with Hatchetman and Bull climbing the other side! Killa B reaches the top of the cage, and meets Kage, who is halfway from grabbing the belts! Killa B then automatically starts hammering on Kage, who in return does the same thing. The two of them continue to exchange right hands at the top of the ladder...at the top of the cage!)

HS: That is NOT a good place to be hanging from right now!

Bull gets to the top of the cage, and goes after Kage who is still fighting with Killa B. Kage rocks Killa B with a haymaker, causing him to fall off the ladder. Bull replaces him, and Kage is able to get his hand on one of the straps. Bull clocks him with a hard punch to the jaw as Kage is unhooking the first belt, causing it to drop off the cage, and to the floor outside!)

FJ: The first belt is already outside the ring! What does this mean?!?!

HS: They still have to get that other belt out of the cage in order to be declared the victors!

FJ: So, Kage and Palmer are halfway tag team champs?!?!

HS: I suppose you could say that...as well as the other teams in this match! Who ever gets that other belt out of the ring with them is the winner of the match!

(Bull then begins to rock Kage a few more times, but then, the ladder begins to tilt. The two of them rock back and forth for a moment, but when Kage takes a major swing at Bull and misses, the ladder tips over, and the two of them fall off the third cage, and hit the exposed top of the second cage, but the weight and impact of the two combined causes them to fall THROUGH the floor of the second cage, and to the mat below them!)

HS: OH MY GOD!!! THEY HAVE TO BE DEAD!!! THAT WAS AT LEAST A FIFTY FOOT DROP!!!

FJ: I know we say that in a lot of cases, but this could be a possible REAL situation! They really could be dead! And look! Kage didn't even grab the second title belt!

(Kage and Bull are out. Cold. Up in the second cage, you see Jai Williams climbing the ladder, and he reaches the top of the cage, but is closely followed by Jon Taylor. The two of them begins combating on the third and final cage! Taylor aims a shot at Jai, but Jai counters it, and hooks him up in a fisherman's suplex, and connects. Taylor bounces off the top of the cage, and lays on the roof of the cage for a while. You see Jai start to set up the ladder again, and starts to go for the second title belt. He reaches the belt, and begins to unhook it, a smile across his face, and he makes his way down the ladder.)

HS: JAI HAS THE LAST TITLE BELT!!!

FJ: I knew it! I told you that they were going to win!

HS: It's not over yet, Frank! He still has to go through the chaos in the second cage, and, get by Jurgen and O'Hara at the bottom!

(Jai then goes to climb back down into the second cage, but looks back up at the edge of the third cage. His big smile then returns to his face, as he starts to make his way to the edge of the cage. He tossed the title over his shoulder, and starts to climb down the wall of the cage!)

HS: What is he doing?

FJ: He is using the side of the cage to get out! The other title is already at the bottom and to the floor! All he has to do is reach the outside floor of the cage! He is a genius!

(He gets to the exposed floor of the second cage, where he sees a group of frutrated competitors, all except DW, who has a smile across his face. Jai smiles back and walks past the giant hole created by Kage and Bull. He then starts walking towards the edge, when all of a sudden he is blindsided out of nowhere!)

HS: "JON TAYLOR! He just leapt off of the top of that cage, and onto Jai! And look! That title just fell off of Jai's shoulder, and through that hole into the cage!"

FJ: "OH NO!"

(Taylor and Jai remain motionless on the top of the cage. Taylor is able to get to his feet, and he yells down to O'Hara, who is still battling Jurgen, "GRAB IT!" O'hara looks up at Taylor, and back towards the strap that rests on the mat. All of the other competitors see this, and strat scrambling to get to the bottom of the cage. O'Hara looks back at Jurgen and makes a diving grab that the title, but doesn't quite reach it. Jurgen himself makes a grab for it, but is caught with a few blows from O'Hara, who gets a hand on the belt, as well as Jurgen, turning it into a tug of war!)

(Meanwhile, Taylor gets Jai to his feet, and bounces his face off the side of the cage! Jai bounces backwards, blood dripping from his forehead, on seemingly dream street. Taylor grabs a hold of Jai, and goes to lift him up as if he were going for a suplex off the cage! He lifts Jai in the air, but Jai is able to flip over him, and nails him with a low blow!)

HS: "Low blow by Jai! Taylor is in trouble now!"

(Jai gets Taylor by the head, and runs towards the edge of the cage, and hurls Taylor off the top!)

HS: "OH MY GOD!!! LOOK OUT!!!"

FJ: "GAHHHH!!""

(Herb and Frank duck out of the way as Taylor plummets off the cage, and right through their announce table!)

HS: "OH MY GOD!! OH MY GOD!! TAYLOR JUST SMASHED OUR TABLE TO BITS!!!"

FJ: "WHY!?!? Why couldn't it been the Spanish guys!? That's What they're here for!"

HS: "Taylor isn't moving at all!"

(Herb is right, as Taylor lays prone in the shambles that was the announcer's table. Meanwhile, you see Jai stumble around the roof of the cage, trying to get his senses together. He looks down into the bottom cage, and sees Jurgen rip the title from the grasp of O'Hara, and starts to make his way out of the cage!)

HS: "Jurgen has the title belt! He's going to win the straps for DFP!"

FJ: "NO! DO SOMETHING JAI!!!"

(Jai looks up at the crowd, and back down to Jurgen, as he is making his way out of the ring. He deeply sighs, and does something indeed. He jumps though the massive hole made by Kage and Bull, landing right on top of Jurgen!)

HS: "DID YOU SEE THAT!?!"

FJ: "YES! JAI TO THE RESCUE!!!"

(The title falls from Jurgen's hands, and to the outside of the ring. O'Hara, the only other man on the bottom, gets back to his feet, in immediately grabs the title belt, and strats to head out the cage!)

FJ: "NOT AGAIN! THEY ARE GOING TO STEAL ANOTHER ONE!!"

(O'Hara cockily begins to makes his way towards the exit. The door opens, but as O'Hara goes to walk out, he is caught with a MASSIVE scissors kick to the chest by Hatchetman, who has made his way back down to the floor, that sends O'Hara flying back, and right into a widow's peak setup by Jai!)

HS: "Fade to Black! He hit it!"

(Sure enough, Jai hits his version of the widow's peak, knocking O'Hara out cold. Jai struggles to get to his feet, and he scoops up the title belt, as the door opens again, and Jai stumbles out of the door, and to the arena floor, as the ref calls for the bell!)

FJ: "THAT'S IT! MATCH OVER!!! WE HAVE NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!!!"

HS: "Jai and DW have done it! They are the new tag team champions!!!"

("American Me" kicks back up on the PA, as DW is able to work his way out of the cage. Jai scoops up the other title belt, and hands it to DW, as the two of them hug on the outside of the ring, smiles spread across the both of their faces. The Faction continues to celebrate as Jai and DW hold their titles above their heads, and Hatchetman and Chopper help get their buddy Bull up to his feet, and help him out the cage. Bull eventually is able to stand on his own, unlike the remainder of most of the other competitors. Chopper and Hatchetman each lift Jai and DW on their shoulders, and Jai and DW raise the belts in the air in glory. The entire Faction heads to the back.)

(Backstage, we find A.C. Smith doing squats in a corridor, a pair of kettleballs in each hand. The kettleballs are clearly marked "50 lbs" each, but A.C. doesn't seem to be breaking a sweet as he dips and rises repeatedly, stretching out and warming up for tonight. The camera follows A.C.'s head as he dips down...and when he comes back up, we find Javex Valerius standing next to him, grinning at the Big Apple Asskicker. A.C. grunts in acknowledgement, not breaking his rhythm.)

JAVEX: "Hey, big fella...I, uh...hey, look, I wanted to come back here before our match here and...ya know, try to make at least a LITTLE bit of peace. You know, because of what we've done over the past few weeks. Just for my own personal peace of mind."

(Smith continues his squats as he responds.)

SMITH: "Wait, wait...you think I WANT you to have peace of mind when you're in the ring with me? Are you REALLY that dense?"

JAVEX: "HEY! Come on, man! I'm really trying to make ammends here! Just..."

(Javex outstretches his hand.)

JAVEX: "...Shake my hand."

SMITH: "Hell no. I know how you are. There's probably a shock buzzer in there."

JAVEX: "What? That's stupid. I would NEVER. But fine, to show how honest my intentions are..."

(Javex raises his hand, showing there's nothing in it.)

JAVEX: "High Five."

(A.C. halts his rhythm and looks at the hand in front of him. Scowling down at Javex, A.C. suddenly breaks into his own grin and brings his hand up to return the high five. As A.C. swings down, Javex lowers his own hand, cackling.)

JAVEX: "TOO SLO--"

(Javex's retracted high five doesn't stop A.C.'s hand, which sails into Javex's face, bowling him off his feet and out of camera sight. We hear Javex groaning on the floor. A.C., for his part, looks legitimately surprised at that reaction.)

SMITH: "Whoa. I didn't know you were THAT accident prone."

JAVEX: "Ugh...dude...totally uncalled for."

(A.C. shakes his head and walks off.)

SMITH: "What a dork."

(The camera cuts to the back where we see Stan Jones, sitting inside his locker room.)

TR: "Stan Jones, I know you have been talking a some trash about me. I understand that you are pissed about losing at Vortex. I mean if you won maybe our roles would be reversed, but they are not. Look at what has happened to you, you have been losing. I hate to be the one to tell you the obvious, but you're losing streak is going to continue after tonight because you will not be winning my championship.

(Stan looks at Tony not happy at all.)

TR: "Come on Stan,in all seriousness you have an issue with me, if you think you can kick my ass, then let's see you do it."

(That was all that needed to be said as Stan jumps up real quick and shoves Tony up against the wall, Tony comes back with some punches to the head as security come running in to try to break things up. Stan is the aggressor as he tries to get at Tony again, but the four men are able to hold him back.)

TR: "Looks like I have fired up the pit fighting machine..."

(Tony smirks at Stan Jones as security are holding him back as he turns around and walks away.)

HS: "Ladies and gentlemen the number one contender for the US Title is about to be decided."

FJ: "A.C Smith takes on Quade Desade and Javex. Go Quade!"

HS: "This proves to be an excellent match Frank."

FJ: "Without a doubt, and here comes Quade!"

(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 unseen flame lights An emotionless face, eyes closed, breathless. Her voice then speaks without neither her eyes nor mouth opening.)

"There's a lot of innocent people being crucified."

(The screen above the burns with one name.)

(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 body marked and scarred from more than just his confinement within the Iron Maiden. Taking the steps slowly he takes a moment as if to catch his breath and then to look back up the ramp to the empty entrance where the Iron Maiden should be standing, Quade stalls for just a moment longer before entering the ring.)

("Keep on Rockin' in the Free World" by Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young hits the PA system and The lights dim. A.C. struts out in his ring attire and stops just in front of the fireworks that go off behind him. He pays no attention to the fans, gives no hi fives, and doesn't acknowledge them at all. He enters the ring and begins a stare down with Quade.)

HS: "Two thirds of our match up are in the ring. Any predictions Frank?"

FJ: "Um…prediction??"

HS: "Thought you might be to much of a coward. Here comes Javex!"

(As "Rompe" by Daddy Yankee begins, a menagerie of colored lights swirl around the arena, reminiscent of either a rowdy club or a circus - take your pick. Javex storms out of the back, pausing to pose for pictures at the top before making his way down to the ring, ensuring that he slaps every hand humanly possibly, occasionally stopping for picture requests. At the ring, he pauses, smiles, then runs and slides in, setting off pyrotechnics from the ring posts - yes, he has fireworks now, like every other damn wrestler. Getting to his feet, Javex hits each turnbuckle for more posing, more photo ops, and more cheesy goodness. Javex hops down and proceeds to the center of the ring where the three men face off.)

HS: "Here we go!"

FJ: "Blood?"

HS: "No Blood."

FJ: "Blood?"

HS: "No blood!"

FJ: "Blood?"

HS: "Why do I feel like we are apart of a bad movie?"

(Quade and Javex decide almost simultaneously they want to take out the big man in the match and both throw right hands. Smith stumbles backwards with the sudden assault from Javex and Quade and neither man lets up. Both men continue to rock Smith with right hands leading him back into the ropes. When they get him into the Ropes Desade says something to Javex and Javex smirks and takes off the opposite direction. Desade delivers two straight right hands to keep Smith docile then whips him across the ring. Javex is already on his way back and levels Smith with a hard flying forearm which connects right between the eyes.)

HS: "Look's like Desade and Javex have decided to wok together."

FJ: "Whatever it takes to get the big guy off his feet."

(Quade pulls Smith to his feet and drives a kick into his face and as Quade kicks Smith into the face Javex does the same but to the small of the back. Smith's back arched and Quade wasted little time. Desade drags him to the ropes and places him throat down on the bottom rope. Quade grabs the top rope and puts his knee onto Smith's back and drives his throat into the rope. Javex takes off the other direction and leaps landing hard on Smith's back.)

HS: "Continued team work between Quade and Javex. I wonder how long this will last."

FJ: "Not long if Smith has anything to say about it."

(Quade and Javex pull Smith to his feet. Smith is wavering back and forth in la la land. Quade and Javex each grab a hand and whip Smith across the ring. Smith runs full speed and when they both lower themselves to hit a double back body drop Smith kicks Quade in the face straightening him up and closeline's him over the top rope to the floor. Javex straightens up and begins to rock Smith with hard right hands. Smith shakes off the right hands and lunges for Javex, but being a lot smaller and a hell of a lot quicker Javex ducks under the right hand and Smith hits the ropes. A.C rebounds off the ropes and turns to find Javex and walks right into a super kick.)

HS: "Oh my god that was fast!"

FJ: "Kick out Damnit!"

(Javex drops down into the cover and hooks the leg…ONE…TWO…TH…broken up by Quade! Javex jumps up and begins to jaw at Quade who just hits him with a hard knife edged shop. Javex's back arches and his chest bows. Quade hits a second chop and then a third backing Javex into the corner. When Javex hit the turnbuckle Quade comes in for the attack but Javex turns the tables and spins Quade into the corner and begins to wail on him.)

HS: "Looks like there tenitive alliance just ended."

FJ: "And all because that idiot Javex couldn't handle Quade saving the match!"

HS: "But Javex was going to win!"

FJ: "So?"

HS: "You really are a moron…"

(Javex continues rocking Quade with hard right hands when a crushing force slammed into his back. In the time Javex and Quade were busy with one another A.C had made it back to his feet. He runs to them from clear across the ring and slams into them with a huge splash. Javex who was stuck between a rock and a hard place collapses but Quade staggers out of the corner and into the waiting arms of A.C. Smith wraps his arms around Quades upper body and begins to squeeze the life out of him. Quade tries to fight but begins to fade quickly and the ref begins to check his arm. It drops once, twice…)

HS: "Smith has the match won here."

FJ: "No! Javex makes the save!"

(As the ref was grabbing Quades arm for the final drop Javex drives his shoulder into the back of Smiths knee. Smith has to drop Quade from the sudden impact of the shoulder to his knee. While A.C is getting up from his knees Javex sneaks up behind him and locks his arms around the big mans waist. No one thought that Javex could hit the German suplex, but somehow he reached deep inside and hits it and arches into a bridge….ONE….TWO…TH…KICKOUT!)

HS: "OH! Javex almost had it again!"

FJ: "Yeah, but this match isn't over yet."

(Smith is pushing his way to her feet and Javex is stalking him again when Quade strikes. Quade makes his way to Javex and darts his arm up and pokes him in the eye. Javex grabs his head and Quade takes the chance to drive a knee into Javex's stomach and levels him with a huge Crucifix Powerbomb. Javex hits the mat and rolls from the force to the outside.)

HS: "What a powerbomb! Javex is lucky if he's alive!"

FJ: "Yeah, but here comes A.C Smith!"

(Quade turns and gets completely destroyed by a vicious big boot. Smith doesn't give Desade a moment of piece. He pulls him to his feet and whips him into the ropes. When Desade was returning Smith sprints at him and hits a huge spear that almost takes Quade out of his shoes. Smith takes his time getting to his feet and again pulls Desade up. He lifts Quade into the air and drops down with a brain buster suplex.)

HS: "A.C Smith had caught fire!"

FJ: "And here comes Javex to ruin it!"

(Javex still a little groggy climbs to the apron and to the top turnbuckle.)

HS: "What is he doing?"

FJ: "What is he doing? Javex and high places do not agree with each other."

(Javex perches on the top rope and for the first time in his AWA career his misfortune on the top actually pays off. He launches himself in a moonsault on the downed Quade but his feet connect with the back of Smiths head before he lands firmly on Quade.)

HS: "He did it!"

FJ: "Holy crap, it actually worked."

(Javex takes almost as much damage as Quade did but he finally pulls himself to his feet and braces on the turnbuckle in the corner as Quade begins to stand. Javex launched himself and again hits that Super kick that rings Qaude's bell, but Smith comes up from behind and tosses Javex over the top rope. Smith gets the cover on deSade...ONE...TWO...THREE!)

HS: "Smith has done it! He will get the chance to see if he can regain his lost US title."

FJ: "Good for him. I guess Rios and Jones better not worry too much about Smith now."

HS: "Right."

(As Smith has his hands raised in the air, he gets a double big boot to the back of his skull by two of the mysterious men in black. The camera changes angles and we see that both deSade and Javex are also getting attacked by two members of this gang a piece. Javex gets the steel steps to his head, deSade gets a steel chair to his head, and Smith gets a super kick followed by a lashing by a Singapore cane.)

HS: "WHAT IS THIS??!!"

FJ: "Entertaining television."

HS: "Do you know what's going on here and who may be a part of this?"

FJ: "No. I'm as puzzled as you are."

(All six members stand up and raise their fists to the air and yell, "WHHOOOOO!" and then hop over the guard rail and into the crowd.)

HS: "This is just dispicable!"

(The scene opens backstage where we find Logan Alexander sitting alone inside his locker room. His eyes are closed and his head hangs forward. The orange tips that used to be in his hair are still gone, and he looks a lot like the Logan Alexander of old. He slowly opens his eyes and lifts his gaze to meet the camera.)

LOGAN: "Well… here we are at Springs and Breaks. The clock is slowly ticking down towards the match that could very well end up becoming the defining moment of my career. Or it could turn out to be just another near miss.

"We've finally gotten through with all of the talking and now were going to have to get down to business. It's finally time to put up or shut up. Even after this entire week, I'd still have to say that there is no clear runaway winner in this match. Anyone could potentially walk out of the chamber with the win. I'd hate to say it but it could come down to something like the luck of the draw in a match like this. No matter which way it goes, I know that myself and five other guys are going to be firing on all cylinders out in that ring later on." (Logan reaches up and runs one hand through his hair then lets out a breath.)

LOGAN: "Gabby is going into this match with the clear size and strength advantage. There is no one that he won't be able to out muscle inside the ring. His larger size won't necessarily be an advantage to him though. The chamber is not a very big structure and that's going to leave him without much room to maneuver outside the ring. He's not the most gifted wrestler though, and like all other big men once you bring him down to the mat, he no longer has any sort of advantage. He can't compete with ground wrestling and that is exactly the kind of fight he would get from me. I'll chop him down like a tree and then cut him into pieces once he's down."

"Williams is something of an unknown to me in the ring. The new Icon is smaller and faster than the original one. He doesn't carry the power game he once had and compensates by having an improved mat game. That works for me. I've built my career on being a solid mat technician, and have branched out into other areas. John has essentially torn down everything he's done and rebuilt while he was away. While he has an advantage because he's not as well known now, his technique is not as refined as everyone else's is. His game plan will have the hardest time enduring, because he hasn't had to work out any kinks in it yet."

"Henry is in a similar predicament to John. He's been out of action for a year and has now been thrown back into the mix. He's trying to pick up right where he left off with Stevens, but only time will tell if they can coexist after the return that Henry made at Exposed. Stevens doesn't like taking a backseat to anyone, that's why he couldn't last as Low's protégé last year. Henry taking charge just doesn't work for him. Now, Henry isn't as polished as Nathan in the ring, but the chamber is a good fit for him, but the lack of preparation time will really hurt him in the end."

"Snake is looking to regain his World title but he sees himself as being the juggernaut of the match. He likes to think that he's going to win this match on sheer will alone. Will is important but he hasn't had the required string of success to really be viewed as championship material. He wins the belt and then promptly loses it and of course he suddenly believes that he's got what it takes to represent the AWA. Had he beaten Stevens he might have a case. As it is, he's just another transitional champion and no one wants the belt to transfer back to him."

"Stevens sees himself as the guy that is rolling in with all the momentum. He won his first big match in the better part of a year so all of a sudden he's the greatest thing going in the AWA. Get over yourself Brian. You got one big break and won the title from Snake. So? You got the first shot against a weak champion that doesn't make you anything impressive, Brian. You've got last year's chamber on your side and we all know that you have the ability to win the match, but that just means you're going to be that much harder pressed by every one involved. You've got the highest expectations on your shoulders Brian and the world is waiting to watch you crumble."

(He closes his eyes and shakes his head slightly.)

LOGAN: "This is quite a huge moment for me here tonight. I step into a match that can make legends in the ring. I'm fighting for the one prize in this company that I desire beyond all else. I've been denied on several other occasions and now I intend to make sure that I walk out of the chamber as the World Heavyweight champion. I have a lot more riding on this match than anyone really knows… I can't lose here tonight. It can't be allowed to happen."

"Tonight in the chamber… I'm not going to hold back at all. I am going to fight until I win or I hit my breaking point and can no longer continue. The World champion will be very deserving of the title either way tonight. It's time for me to really find out what I'm made of."

(Logan glanced back down to the floor and the scene faded out.)

HS: "Next up is a match for the AWA United States Championship between Stan Jones and reigning champion Tony Rios!"

FJ: "Gotta love how we're suddenly being sponsored by the Four-Letter-Name Society, huh?"

HS: "Frank, don't tell me..."

FJ: "They have meetings every Saturday night at your local Elks lodge!"

HS: "I'm a Rotarian, thanks."

FJ: "Well, so am I, but I'm also money-hungry!"

(As "Always," by Saliva, plays the lights go out, the arena is in total darkness. All that can be the heard is the whistles from the crowd. Suddenly two red lights shine down on the ramp as a figure appears wearing a hooded jumper, with the hood up. The figure stands with his head down for a mere three seconds, then he throws his hands up in the air as two fireworks shot out at the top of the ramp either side of him. The lights go up at that point and The Pit-Fighter makes his way down the ramp as the cheers go up around the arena for the newcomer)

(On the big screen, you see pictures of Stan training with a punch bag and lifting weighs and doing pushups. Then it changes to people fighting in a steel pit and bashing each other against the pit. Then it changes to a close up of Stan at the camera, he has his head down. Then his head shoots up and he screams at the camera. Then it changes to people fighting in the pit again, as this goes on Stan takes his hooded top off and leaves it on the ramp. Now he is just wearing his red gloves and his red short pants. He has an eager face, like he's ready to make his mark. He slaps some of the fans hands as he makes his way down to the ring.)

"I just can't live without you."

(Stan walks up the steps, as the fans cheer dies down a bit. Stan stands on the ring apron and looks out into the crowd. He leans back against the ropes and puts his hand up in the air. The fans let out a roar of cheers. He climbs in the ring and goes to the turnbuckle and puts his hands, then he goes to the other three turnbuckles and does the same. All the while you can see the determination on the pit-fighters face. He knows he's in for a fight. He paces up and down the ring, then tightens his gloves and his boots and pulls his elbow pads up. Then he starts shadow boxing, getting prepared for the challenge that awaits him)

"I can't live without you

Always

Always

Always"

(The music dies down, replaced by, "Remedy," by Seether. Tony walks out to the top of the ramp and a blue spotlight shines down on him and he flexes for the fans. He slaps some fans hands as walks down the rampway. Tony enters the ring and stretches as he waits for the match to begin.

He hasn't long to wait, as the bell rings shortly after he enters the ring. Both men lock up, and Rios comes away with a shove that sends Jones back to his own corner. The challenger responds by running after the champ, but Rios sidesteps him and takes him down with a drop toe hold. He attempts a one leg Boston crab, but Jones wiggles out and punches his way to his feet. They lock up again, but Rios hits a kick to the gut, followed by a stinging DDT!)

HS: "The United States Champion appears to be very well prepared for his opponent tonight!"

(Back in the ring, Rios attempts a cover, but only gets a two-count. He stomps Jones repeatedly before the challenger finally gets to his feet and is met with a jarring running knee lift. Rios locks in a front facelock, breaking it only to execute a leg sweep to bring Jones down to the mat yet again. He attempts a cover, but again only gets a two-count. Not discouraged, he waits for his adversary to get up before hitting a vertical suplex.)

FJ: "I haven't seen a US champ this in control of a match since the days of Low!"

HS: "Fortunately, those days are over...we think."

(Rios is still on the attack, coming down with a series of jumping elbow smashes. Jones tries to get to his feet, but he doesn't notice Rios dashing to the turnbuckle and coming off with a Blockbuster!)

HS: "Headliner! Headliner!"

FJ: "Wait a minute, I think Jones hit the mat awful hard there."

HS: "Of course, it's an effective finisher!"

FJ: "No, look..."

(We see what Frank is talking about, as Jones is clutching his neck with both hands. Rios merely looks on as the referee tries to speak to him. He calls for the bell before talking to the ring announcer, who then gets a microphone.)

RING ANNOUNCER: "Ladies and gentlemen, Stan Jones cannot continue the match. Therefore, the winner and STILL AWA United States Champion, Tony Rios!"

HS: "A great win for Rios, but even HE probably wishes it had ended differently!"

FJ: "Psh! A win's a win! Speaking of a match filled with winners, let's go to the Spring Break Chamber!"

HS: "Not yet."

FJ: "Damn!"

(And before we can even switch to the next program, we see all six of those mysterious people wearing all black hop over the guard rail. By this time Tony Rios is up the ramp on his way to the back and he doesn't even know this is transpiring.)

FJ: "Are they going to attack just Stan Jones?"

HS: "Oh come on! SECURITY!"

(As if to answer Frank's question, all six members start to lay the boots to Stan Jones. Almost each member has a weapon in hand. One person whips Stan with a huge chain leaving huge bruises almost immediately on his flesh. Another cracks him over the legs with a baseball bat. Another person hits him in the arms and head with a steel chair. Another person whacks him in the gut with a steel pipe every now and then. Another person takes shots at Jones with a just his feet and one member just looks on and doesn't do anything.)

HS: "This is despicable! Let's get some help out here!"

(As the blood flows from various spots on Stan's body, one of the people picks up Stan Jones and sticks his gets him in a position for what may be a piledriver. This big guy does a sit down piledriver on Stan Jones and Jones just slinks to the floor and doesn't move at all. All six members stand up and raise their fists to the air and yell, "WHHHOOOOOO!" and leave the scene before help can arrive.)

HS: "I can't believe this."

FJ: "Fine, then we'll go to a commercial so you can start to soak in this great scene in front of us. I mean, look at the blood!"

(We cut to a commercial to promote the newest DVD on the market by the AWA entitled, "The very best of the LWA Universal Championship". It includes some memorable matches and some interviews of greatest LWA Universal Champions that are still around today. When it's done, we cut to Herb and Frank and apparently all of the members of the Spring Break Chamber are already in the chamber and ready to go.)

HS: "So, it seems as if Snake and John williams are going to start this off."

(Snake and JW circle around the ring for a moment, exchanging insults and profanity between eachother, before they finally lock up. Snake quickly is able to break free of the lock up, and deliver a kick to the abdome to JW, causing to fold over. Snake then delivers an axe handle smash to JW's back, before lifthing him back to his feet, and irish whipping him to the ropes. JW flies to the opposite ropes, as Snake hits the ones to the other side. Snake comes flying back with a clothesline, which JW ducks, hitting the ropes again, this time coming back with a dropkick that takes Snake off of his feet.JW kips back up ot his feet, as does Snake, and the two begin exchanging blows between the two of them. JW is able to block a few punches by Snake, and connects with a fierce haymaker of his own, rocking Snake. He grabs Snake, and whips him to the ropes, connecting with a dropkick that sends Snake through the ropes.

Snake lands on the steel outside. He rolls around on the ground for a moment, writing in pain. JW doesn't take any time to let him rest, as he clims to the outside to join him. He gets Snake to his feet, but Snake pushes him away, delivering a blow to the face for his troubles. He grabs JW, whipping him towards the chamber wall, and JW crashes face first into the chamber wall. He bounces off the side of the wall, and right into the clutches of Snake, who goes for the Injection, but JW is able to wriggle free, and delivers a well placed low blow to Snake. Snake folds over and onto one knee, and JW gets a running start, and delivers a shining wizard style kick to the side of Snake's head, knocking him to the ground. He dets a dazed Snake to his feet, and tosses him back into the ring.

A dazed Snake slowly is able to get to his feet, but not before JW is able to land a few punches to Snake's face. Snake falls backwards, and into the turnbuckle, and JW charges...right into a boot by Snake. The rocked JW spins around, stumbling across the ring, and Snake delivers a running larait to the back of JW's head, knocking him to the canvas. He stomps JW out a couple times, and gets him to his feet, and tosses him into NHL's cell with a belly to belly suplex!)

HS: "What a toss by Snake! That HAD to hurt!"

(NHL yells out at Snake, who replies with a middle finger, and he continues his assault on JW. He gets JW to his feet, and goes to throw JW to the ropes, but it is reversed. Snake goes flying to the ropes, and JW goes to jump on him, but he lands right into his arms, and into a bear hug by Snake. JW tries to get free, but Snake cinches the hold in, gripping JW tight, forcing all of the air out of him. JW tries to wriggle free, but eventually, the air starts to leave him, and he begins to fade out. In a last effort of strength, he rings Snake's ears once, shaking up Snake. He hits him again, and Snake breaks the hold. JW takes the advantage and bounces off the ropes again, but runs right into another boot to the face, knocking him stupid.)

FJ: "So much for that comeback."

HS: "John Williams seems like he is in trouble, having to deal with the much bigger Snake."

FJ: "Hey, no one TOLD him to lose fifty pounds."

(JW tries to get his senses back in order, but not before Snake gets him back to his feet. He then lifts him up on his shoulders again...)

HS: "It looks as if Snake is going for the Injection again!"

FJ: "If he hits this, then it should be over!"

(He goes for the rotation of JW, but JW uses his momentum to his advantage, and flips off of Snake, turning the move into a modified DDT!)

HS: "What a move by John Williams!!"

(Snake is on the mat, dazed. JW goes for a cover, draping his arm over Snake. The ref makes the count, but Snake is able to get his shoulder up. JW and Snake remain prone on the gound for a moment or so, and then JW starts to stir. He gets up to one knee, and evenutally staggers to his feet. He bends down, and picks Snake up, helping him to his feet. He lifts him up to go for a powerslam, but the bigger Snake is able to block the slam, hitting JW with an elbow to the jaw. JW falls backwards, and into the wall of the chamber. Snake charges JW, but JW moves out of the way, and Snake goes flying into the cage wall! He bounces back, and JW grabs him by the hair, and begins slamming his face into the wall! You start to see bloody form at the base of his forehead, as JW levels him with a few more raps on the chamber wall, before letting Snake fall to the ground.)

HS: "Snake is in trouble!"

FJ: "Look! The coundown is starting! We are about to have another entrant into the chamber!"

(10..JW grabs Snake again. 9...JW whips Snake to the ropes, and hits him with a well placed dropkick. 8...7...JW goes to grab Snake, but Snake delivers a few blows to the abdomen of JW. 6...JW folds over, and Snake grabs him by the head, placing his head under JW's chin, and drives down with a massive chin breaker! 5...4...Snake gets to his feet again, and stalks JW. 3...Snake gets JW on his shoulders, going for another Injection. 2....1...

The roulette style spotlights shine on the other four cells. After a few moments, it stops on...)

HS: "The World champion Brian Stevens has entered the chamber!"

(Stevens quickly rushes out of the cell, and at Snake, delivering a dropkick to Snake's knee, making him and JW drop to the ground. Stevens immediately starts working on Snake with rights and lefts to the head. He gets Snake to his feet, and forces him backwards with a FIERCE palm strike. Snake grabs his chest in pain, trying to gasp for air as he leans on the wall of the cage. Stevens charges Snake, but Snake ducks, and sends Stevens flying into the wall of the cage with a back body drop! Stevens rebounds off of the wall, and slumps to the floor of the chamber.

(The two of them battling gives JW time to get to his feet and slightly recover. He runs at Snake, catching him in the back of the head with a flying elbow while Snake ws tryingto attack Stevens. Snake falls forward, face first into the chamber wall. JW spins Snake around, and goes for a kick to the face, but Snake is able to catch his foot, but JW quickly turns it into an enziguri)

HS: "JW showing off some of his newly found cruiserweight side with that nicely placed enziguri!"

(JW comes after Snake, but is cut off with a roundhouse kick by Stevens that floors him. Stevens gets him up, hooking him in a front chancery position, and flips JW over his head with a northern lights suplex onto the steel chamber floor! JW bounces off of the non giving surface, and grabs his back in pain. Stevens rolls him bakc into the ring, and goes for a cover, yelling out a Low to make the count. Low looks at Stevens with a reluctant glare, but makes the count nonetheless.

One...two, but JW kicks free. Stevens mean mugs Low for a moment, but Low immediately throws up two fingers, signifying that it was only a two count. Stevens looks at Low again, says something inaudible to Low, and continues his assault on JW. He gets him up to his feet again, and double underhooks his arms, hitting a double armed DDT on JW, that knocks him out cold. Stevens kips back up to his feet, but only to be met with a running clothesline that flips Stevens backwards, and onto the canvas!)

HS: "Oh my God what a clothesline!"

FJ: "HE knocked Stevens out of his boots, and you can BELIEVE THAT!!"

HS: "OH, so we are stealing catchphrases, now, are we Frank?"

FJ: "Yep. Snake is kicking ass, taking names, attacking and keeping on coming!"

HS: "Frank, wrong match. That's A.C. Smith."

FJ: "So? It's still a kick ass catchphrase!"

(Snake goes after Stevens again, allowing JW to once again rest up. He grabs Stevens by the head, and placing it in between his legs. He then hoists Stevens in the air, and floors him with a massive powerbomb that rattles the entire chamber. Stevens hits the mat, forcing all of the air out of him, and he lays spread out, in a crucifixion style position. Snake stands over Stevens with a smirk on his face, and goes for the cover. Low this time really doesn't want to count the fall, and Snake doesn't take it. He jumps to his feet, and gets in Low's face, and the tow begin jawing between eachother. Snake flips Low off, and turns around...right into a super kick by JW.

(Snake spins around from the impact of the kick, and JW bends him backwards, hitting him with an inverted DDT. JW then looks up to the top of NHL's cell. He then begins to scale the top of the chamber, and up to the top of the cell. He looks at the crowd for a moment, but looks down, to see Brian Stevens climbing to the top as well. He meets JW on top of the cell, and JW greets him with a hard right hand, one that Stevens returns as well. The tow of the start to exchange blows, but Stevens kicks him in the gut, and rams his head right off the hard steel cage wall. JW trips backwards, threatening to fall off of the cell. He catches his balance, but Stevens levels him with a palm shot to the chest that sends JW flying off of the cell, and to the steel floor!)

HS: "Good God! Williams just fell off the cell! This could be the end!"

FJ: "You damn right it is! Snake is back to his feet!"

(Snake grabs the already injured JW, and puts him on his shoulders. Stevens stands at the top of the cell as he watches Snake hit the Injection on JW, knocking him out for good!)

HS: "After the fifth time of trying, Snake has hit JW with the Injection!"

(Snake covers JW, and yells at Low, "COUNT IT!" Low looks at Snake for a moment, then makes the one two three count, eliminating JW from the chamber.)

RING ANNOUNCER: "John Williams has been ELIMINATED!"

HS: "That's it! We have our first elimination!"

(The referees assist JW out of the chamber, and the match continues. Snake looks up to the top of the cell where Stevens is standing still. NHL continues to look up at Stevens with anger in his eyes, eager to get out. Snake, who is already out, looks up at Stevens, the man who took his title from him. Stevens points at Snake for a moment, then motions for him to bring it on. Snake looks up at Stevens again, and then begins scaling the cage wall)

HS: "Snake going into no man's land now! This could turn out bad."

(As Snake reaches the top of the cell, Stevens hits him with a stomp to the top of the head, but Snake tries to hold on to the wall. Stevens goes for another snap kick, but Snake grabs his foot, tripping him up., Stevens hits the roof of the cell as Snake gets all the way up on the top of the cell. He gets to his feet, and gets Stevens to his feet again, but Stevens is able to land yet another devastating palm strike, this time to the abdomen, as he is getting to his feet.Snake fold over, and Stevens hits him with a European uppercut, knocking him backwards. Stevens gets all the way up, and sizes Snake up for a haymaker. He swings, but SNake ducks the blow, and hooks Stevens up and levels him with a massive standing sidewalk slam through the roof of the cell, raining tons of glass shards and Snake and Stevens on top of NHL!!!)

HS: "OH MY GOD! STEVENS AND SNAKE JUST WENT THROUGH THE CELL ON TOP OF NHL!!!"

FJ: "OH MY GOD! LOOK AT THAT HUGE SHARD OF GLASS STICKING IN STEVENS' BACK!!!"

(The cameras do indeed flash to the back of Henry and a glass shard, about 4-5 inches, sticking out of his back. Blood flows from the gash in his back as Henry screams out in severe pain! Snake, who is laid out, on top of NHL inside the cell. The countdown begins again.

(10...Snake gets to one knee... 9...He rolls off of Henry and crawls out of the small space... 8...Snake sits down and looks on as he sees Stevens lying on top of NHL... 7...Low steps in and sees if everyone's ok and shows a general concern for the health and well-being of the guys in the cell... 6...Low looks down and sees the shard of glass stuck in Henry's back... 5...Low looks down at Stevens and checks on him... 4...Low then stops counting and realizes something...)

(Low counts...ONE...TWO...THREE. The people are stunned and then Low gets up and motions that Stevens was lying on top of Henry in a pinning situation.)

HS: "What the hell? NHL is eliminated?"

FJ: "WHAT IS THAT?!?! I WANTED TO SEE HENRY!!!"

RING ANNOUNCER: "Nathaniel Henry Lee has been ELIMINATED!"

(Stevens looks at NHL as he is helped out of the chamber and looks at the blood that is dripping down ont he mat. Stevens gets Snake to his feet. He grabs Snake back up, but Snake rakes him in the eyes, and Stevens grabs his face. Snake then back rakes Stevens, right over the large wound on his back that Brian sustained from the fall, but not as major as what Henry got. Stevens screams out in pain as Snake follows him, and irish whips him into the cage, his back hitting the chamber wall. the pain expressed on Stevens' face is unexplainable, as he tries to get back to his feet. He gets to a stooping position, but catches a boot to the side of the head by Snake. Snake then gets Stevens back to his feet, lifting him in the air with a military press. He then runs at the cage, tossing Stevens face first into the chamber wall! Stevens smack the chamber wall hard, and falls to the. Snake stumbles around the ring, still somewhat woozy from the fall through the cell. He stumbles over to Stevens again, and goes to get him up, but Stevens catches him with a low blow, that folds Snake over, and to one knee. Stevens then gets back up, and delivers a HARSH snap kick to the side of Snake's head, knocking him out cold. The impact of the kick echoes throughout the arena, making the crowd let out a lound "OOOHHHH" in unison. (Snake slumps over to his side and he is laid out. Stevens seeths from the pain caused from the cut on his back, but continues to go after Snake. He gets him back up, and hits him with a scoop slam, and grabs him by the legs, spreading them apart. He then stomps on Snake's groin area, causing him to roll around the ring, grasping his family jewels.)

HS: "Ouch. That had to hurt."

FJ: "OHHH Right in the baby maker!"

(Stevens then grabs Snake by the legs again, and locks in a sharpshooter maneuver! Snake screams out in pain as Stevens locks in the hold. Snake tries to escape the move, but Stevens has it locked in tight. Snake screams out and tries to grab at the ropes as the time countsdown again.

(10...Snake tries to continue his escape. 9...Snake is able to press his body back up, and begins walking to the ropes, refusing to tap. 8, 7...Snake grabs at his hair, pulling at it it try to deal with the pain. 6...Stevens is pulled further to the ropes by Snake. 5...Stevens tries to pulls Snake back towards the center of the ring, but Snake tries to pull the opposite direction. 4, 3...Stevens then pulls Snake out to the center of the ring, locking the move in for good. 2...1..

(The roulette style lights cirle the last two cells, this time landing on Gabriel. Gabriel rushes out of the cell, and levels Stevens with a big boot to the back of the head. Stevens falls off of Snake, and to the mat. Gabriel then instead of going after Stevens, picks Snake up, and lifts him high into the air with a gorilla press slam, but spins him into an RKO position, and levels him with it! Snake rebounds off the mat hard, looking dazed out of his mind, and crashes to the mat. Gabriel goes for the cover...

One...

Two...

HS: "Stevens breaks up the fall with a kick to Gabriel's head!"

(Stevens continues his revenge of sorts with another shot to Gabriel's head. The big man gets to one knee, and shoves Stevens backwards, to get back to his feet. Stevens takes a few steps back, but charges Gabriel again with a jumping punch to his head. He throws a few more choice blows to Gabriel's head, but Gabriel grabs him by the thrat, and tosses him into the corner. He charges Stevens, but Stevens is able to get out of the way, and Gabriel crashes right into the corner. Stevens spins Gabriel around, and cracks him with a few kicks to the legs, and a few punches to the dome. He grabs Gabriel by the arm, and goes for an Irish whip to the corner. Gabriel, however, is able to plant his feet, not allowing to be thrown to the corner. Stevens tries again, but Gabriel plants again, and sends Stevens coming back at him, and smashes him with short armed clothesline. Stevens hits the mat hard, and Gabriel wastes no time in getting him back to his feet, and wrapping a bearhug on Stevens...right above the gash!)

HS: "Ouch! Gabriel is squeezing the hell outta that wound!"

(Gabriel squeezes, and you see the life, and blood, of Brian Stevens ooze from his body. Blood begins to squirt from the wound with every squeeze that Gabriel takes. Stevens yells out in SEVERE pain as Gabriel continues to bearhug him In alast desperation, Stevens headbutts Gabriel square in the nose, busting it open in the process. Gabriel qucikly grabs his nose, as blood runs from his nose, and he staggers backwards. Stevens collapses to the ground in pain, unable to fight Gabriel any longer. Snake however, has been able to get to his feet, and he catches Gabriel right in the same broken nose. Gabriel hits the mat with the punch, and Snake wastes no time in getting him back up, and he grabs the shard of glass while he is at it. Snake then levels Gabriel with a spinebuster, and flips him over. He sits on Gabriel's back in a camel clutch position, and grabs the glass, and begins running the sharp glass across Gabriel's forehead! Blood runs from Gabriel's head, and Snake continues punching the newly opened gash on Gabriel's forehead. He stands up, and grabs Gabriel at the same time. He throws Gabriel to the empty cell of Stevens, and Gabriel cracks the cell hard. He rests up against the cell as Snake goes to the corner opposite to it. He gets a head full of steam and rushes Gabriel, hitting him with a spear, through the cell!!!)

HS: "Snake just speared Gabriel through the cell! Oh my god what damage!"

(Stevens, Snake and Gabriel all lay in the ring which looks like a car wreck: glass shards and pieces scatter the entire ring area. Gabriel and Snake collapsed inside the empty shattered cell, not moving. Stevens laying face down on the mat, blood dripping from his back. Low looks at the three of them with a smirk on his face, and he begins to make a count.

(1...still no movement. 2...Ditto. 3...Suddenly, you see Stevens start to stir. 4...Stevens presses his upper body up. 6...Stevens is able to get to one knee, and he overlooks Gabriel and Snake in the cell. Stevens is able to get up to break the count. He walks over towards Snake, and throws him off of Gabriel. He grabs Gabriel, and goes to pick him up to his feet, but Gabriel once again shoves Stevens backwards. He gets bakc up, and irish whips Stevens to the ropes, and hits him with a samoan drop. Stevens slams off the mat, and immediately arches his back in pain. Gabriel goes for the cover, and Low makes a one two th-kickout by Stevens!)

HS: "Stevens BARELY kicked out!"

(Gabriel looks at Low again, and Low shows two fingers again. Gabriel stares coldly at Low for a moment, and then back down at Stevens as the countdow comes back into play again.

10...Gabriel gets Stevens to his feet. 9, 8...He scoops Stevens up, but Stevens flips over his back, and hits Gabriel with a chopblock. 7...Gabriel collapses to on knee, and Stevens begins working on Gabriel's forehead with punches. 6...Stevens gets Gabriel woozy with a haymaker, and then bounces off the ropes, and comes flying back with a dropkick to Gabriel's chest, knocking Gabriel off his knee. 5....Stevens goes for a cover, but is quickly launched off of him by Gabriel. 4...Gabriel struggles to get to his feet, but Stevens isn't. Stevens rushes him, but Gabriel grabs him by the throat. 3...Gabriel gets all the way, up, and lifts Stevens up for a chokeslam. 2...Stevens gets lifted in the air, but blocks the chokeslam, and locks in the front guillotine choke!)

HS: "Stevens locked in teh front choke on Gabriel!"

(Stevens has the lock in place, but Gabriel refuses to go to the ground, and Stevens hangs from the neck of Gabriel, wrapping his legs around Gabriel's torso. 1...

The final bell goes off, and the cell holding Logan Alexander comes up, and Logan comes rushing out of the cell. He sees Stevens hanging from Gabriel, and runs at Gabriel, and thrst kicks Gabriel in the chest. Gabriel staggers back into the ropes, Stevens still hanging onto him. Logan runs after him again, but is cut off by Snake, who catches him with a side slam. Logan hits the mat, and Snake gets bak up to his feet. He grabs a hold of Logan, and Lifts him up, and hits Logan with the Injection! He goes to cover Logan, but Low turns around to call Stevens and Gabriel!)

HS: "What is Low doing?!?! I KNEW he was going to try something like this!"

FJ: "He's checking to see if there is a tap by Gabriel! It's not easy being a referee!"

HS: "He's doing that to keep from counting out Logan!"

FJ: "Why can't he just be trying to see if Gabriel is going to tap of not?"

HS: "Gabriel NEVER taps!"

FJ: "Well, there's a first time for everything! Low wants to make sure that he is there to record it!"

HS: "Oh whatever!"

(Sure enough, you see Gabriel starting to fade away, but is still on his feet. Snake gets to his feet, and spins around Low, and jumps in his face. Low and Snake begins arguing in the center of the ring, and you See Gabriel stumble backwards, but grabs Stevens around his waist, and drives him into the turnbuckle! Stevens hits the corner hard, and his back scrapes off the turnbuckle, sending an instant shot of pain through Stevens' body. He releases the hol, and falls to the mat, and Gabriel stumbles towards Low and Snake, who are still going at it. Logan sneaks up from nowhere, and rolls Snake up, and Low goes for a quick 1,2,but Snake immediately kicks free, and kips up to his feet, and goes after Low with a clothesline, but Low ducks, and Snake crakcs Gabriel with the clothesline!Gabrielfalls into the corner, and Snake turns aorund, and right into a kick to the stomach, and a face crusher by Logan! Snake cracks the mat hard, and Logan gets back to his feet, and begins stomping the legs and arms of Snake.

Stevens is able to get back up. He sees Logan going after Snake, and rushes Logan and hits him with a spear that sends him to the ground. Gabriel works his way out of the corner, and comes after Snake. He goes to grab Snake, but Snake pokes him in the eye, and picks him up in a firemans; carry position, and drives him to the mat with a death valley driver! Gabriel's head drives into the mat, and Gabriel is out cold. Snake gets back up to his feet, and picks Gabriel up with him. He then is able to get Gabriel on his shoulder, and he does. He looks at the crowd over and over again, and then lands yet another injection!)

HS: "Snake has hit ANOTHER Injection!"

(Snake goes for the cover, and tells Low to count it. Low complies, one two three, to eliminate Gabriel from the match!)

RING ANNOUNCER: "Gabriel has been ELIMINATED!"

HS: "And we are down to the final three! Snake, Logan Alexander and Brian Stevens! Who is going to come out victorious?"

(Logan Alexander and Brian Stevens both slowly get up off the canvas and both men take notice that Gabriel has been eliminated.)

FJ: "Standstill!"

HS: "Brian Stevens is a bloody mess! His back has been sliced open! His neck is cut up! His shoulders are bloody! I don't know how he can go on! Meanwhile, Snake has been busted open! His face was raked across the chains that make up the Chamber by both Stevens and John Williams! Logan Alexander is in the best shape of all three!"

FJ: "Not a scratch on him, Herb!"

HS: "No! Not a scratch on him and he's got all the advantages on the planet!"

(Snake bulrushes in at Stevens and nails a Clothesline! Logan Alexander quickly follows up with a leg drop across the throat of Stevens!)

HS: "Both men seem to be focused on Stevens! Both men seem to be fully content attacking the seemingly more broken man!"

FJ: "SMART! Work together until it's just the two of you!"

(Snake drags Stevens up off the mat Irish Whips him hard back-first into the corner! Stevens crumbles to the mat as the cuts on his back makes everything that much more painful! Logan Alexander quickly rushes into Stevens and mounts him from behind and starts viciously throwing crossface strikes at Stevens! Logan eventually unmounts Stevens and yells something at Snake, perhaps some instruction. Snake, a bit apprehensive, plays along and drags the downed Stevens up by his black and green hair and punches Stevens in the face, which sends him staggering backwards into the turnbuckles.)

FJ: "Snake looked reluctant to do Logan's dirty work there."

HS: "Considering the history between both men, I'm really not surprised. In fact, I'm surprised they're even working together."

(Snake explodes at Stevens with a back elbow, but Stevens somersaults out of the way!! The American Airlines Arena goes crazy! Stevens blocks a punch attempt by the reacting Snake and quickly reacts in kind and connects with Snake's jaw! However, from behind comes Logan Alexander who clubs Stevens on the back of the skull with a Double Axe handle. Stevens falls to a knee and Logan quickly follows up with a dropkick to Stevens' back, which drives his neck into the middle turnbuckle! Stevens collapses in a heap. Logan Alexander grins cockily as he drags Stevens by the foot to the center of the ring. Logan flips Stevens to his bloody back and quickly hooks a leg and covers.)

HS: "Pinfall attempt by Logan Alexander! 1..2.."

FJ: "What the crap is THAT!?"

(No, Frank wasn't referring to the fast count by Low. Snake pulled Logan off of Stevens!!)

SNAKE: "I want to be the one that pins him!"

(Logan shakes his head, a little befuddled by Snake. Logan shrugs it off and Snake covers Stevens.)

FJ: "Snake covers Stevens. 1...2..."

HS: "NO WAY! Stevens kicked out!"

FJ: "Snake's pride got in the way of eliminating the World Champion! Stevens was pinned and DONE a minute ago!"

HS: "It's personal, Frank. Snake wants to be the one to pin the man who beat him for the gold last week."

(Snake pounds the mat in complete anger. Logan chuckles as Snake rises to his feet. Snake gets right in Logan's face as a result of the insult and the two start laying the bad mouth on one another. Meanwhile, Stevens is fighting to his feet and Low nudges Logan, telling him to stay on top of Stevens. Logan blows Snake off and quickly dropkicks the face of Stevens, sending the World Champion crashing to the mat.)

FJ: "Finally."

HS: "If these two do intend to stick it out and defeat Stevens, they need to remain on the same page and put egos aside. I'm not sure they'll be willing to do that."

FJ: "Judging from what I just saw from those two? Highly un-freggin-likely."

(Snake glares at Logan and grabs a handful of Stevens' hair and drags the World's Champion to his feet. Snake Irish Whips Stevens to the ropes and on the rebound, Snake levels Stevens with the Snake Strike!)

FJ: "Snake Strike!"

HS: "Not to be confused with Omega Stryke."

FJ: "Or Stryke Force."

HS: "But devastating, nonetheless."

FJ: "No doubt, a Modified Chokeslam turned Sidewalk Slam? That's some serious impact."

(Logan Alexander is quick to push Snake off of Stevens, not to insult him, but to instead stay on top of their downed opponent. Logan whips Stevens to the ropes and quickly hoists Stevens into the air by the leg of Stevens and quickly spins around, back to the side of the ring Stevens was rebounded from! Logan drops Stevens' throat across the top rope!)

HS: "STUN GUN!"

(Stevens' neck snaps backwards off of the move and comes off the devastating impact holding his throat, gasping for each breath! Logan Alexander instinctively goes for a cover and Snake loses it and pushes Logan off before Low can even get down to make a count. Logan gets right up to his feet and bitch slaps Snake!!!)

FJ: "F'ing pin Stevens! Jesus Christ!"

(Snake doesn't even think about Stevens anymore. Tunnel vision has set in and it's on his longtime adversary, Logan Alexander! Snake explodes at Logan and spears him to the mat! Snake starts unloading with lefts and rights! Logan is trying his best to cover up, but it's clear that the blind rage of Snake is getting the better in this instance! Low tries pulling Snake off of Logan, claiming ‘closed fists' are illegal. Snake bounces right up to his feet and gets right in Low's face! Low backs cautiously away from Snake, just to be on the safe side.)

FJ: "Jeez! Snake is pissed!"

(Snake turns back around to refocus on Logan and BAM! Logan gets caught with a Low Blow! Snake falls to his knees and it doesn't take long for Logan to follow up and grab a side headlock. Logan is wise in doing this as it gives him a chance to rest and recover while still staying on top of Snake. All the while the hold is intact, Low is right in Snake's ear. Low eggs Snake on. Telling him to tap. To give up. To call it quits.)

FJ: "Nice officiating by Low, staying on top of the action there."

HS: "He's insulting Snake! He's being an Asshole!!"

(Logan is surprised when Snake starts fighting out of the hold. Snake rises to a knee. And then two. However, Logan is too smart to it and quickly turns the side headlock into a Hammerlock to maintain some control on the hold as well as to not be exposed. Logan forces Snake back down to the mat and quickly shoots the half while maintaining the hammerlock. Again, Low is right in Snake's face asking if he wants to quit.)

HS: "Great wrestling by Logan, there. And smart. His ribs were exposed in that last Side Headlock, so we quickly grabbed a Hammerlock, maintained control and shot the half while bringing Snake back to the mat."

FJ: "And there's Low, again! Making sure Snake wants to stay in this one!"

(Snake tries fighting to the ropes and Logan again shows excellent ring presence as well as great technical wrestling knowledge as he frees both of Snake's arms and floats over from the back control to a front facelock.)

HS: "Logan just cut Snake off from those ropes, Frank! VERY smart!"

FJ: "And you might be thinking to yourself…why wrestle? Why not just beat him to death using the steel chain links that surround the ring."

HS: "Logan is a very good technician in that ring, that's why. This is his game. If he tries to overpower and out-violence Snake, he's doomed. It's not smart strategy! Logan is sticking to what works, and that's cut your opponent off from escape and wear him down to submission!"

(Logan again loses some ground to Snake, but this time it's the power of Snake! Snake is pushing up off the mat! He's making Logan struggle to maintain control, so instead of sticking with a move that will ultimately fail, Logan instead floats over to the raised back of Snake. Logan hooks both his feet in the armpits of Snake, rolls backwards and his momentum makes Snake follow suit. Snake ends up with his shoulders pinned to the mat and Logan bridges back into a beautiful pin combination!!)

HS: "Perfect pinning combo by Logan! Fast count by Low! 1..2..NO! Kickout by Snake!"

FJ: "Damn, that was real nice by Logan."

(However, on the kickout from the bridge, Logan lost his balance and fell right into the waiting arms of Snake who applies a rear choke! Low gets right into the fray and breaks up the hold, claiming it illegal. Snake waits for Low to apply the 5 count, and breaks on 4. Snake gets up slowly, but never takes his eyes off of Low.)

FJ: "Snake needs to stop worrying about Low."

HS: "It's hard when he's favoring Logan constantly!"

FJ: "Worry about dissecting Logan! Who cares what Low's doing as long as he's not interfering!?"

(Snake drags a slow-moving Logan up to his feet by the hair and whips him to the ropes! Snake attempts a clothesline, but Logan ducks under and grabs a rear waist lock on Snake. Logan runs to the ropes, pushing Snake. Logan uses the momentum to roll back with Snake into a pinfall! Low is quickly down for the count!)

HS: "Roll up! 1..2..Kickout, Snake!"

(The camera cuts to a shot of Brian Stevens, who everyone has forgotten about. Stevens is on the steel outside the ring. His back propped up against the cage. He's keeping a watchful eye on the action while healing his wounds and biding his time. Meanwhile, we go back to Snake and Logan. Both men are on their feet! Logan punches Snake! Snake punches Logan! Both men fire back and forth! Both men start to stagger…but finally! Snake screams and rushes Logan and turns him inside out with a clothesline! Both men are down and Low doesn't bother making a count. He simply watches both men and hopes for his man to be the first up.)

FJ: "That clothesline by Snake frickin' ruined Logan's night."

HS: "Logan definitely got some crazy air on that one."

(Snake is the first to his feet! His chest heaves! His eyes burn proudly! Logan is on his feet now, just seconds after Snake! Snake grabs Logan by the throat!)

HS: "Snake is fired up! Snake has the AWA No Limits Champion Logan Alexander at his mercy!"

(Snake has a few words for Logan Alexander as he walks him towards the corner. Finally, Snake viciously tosses Logan Alexander into the corner and unloads with knees to the gut of Alexander! Low counts Snake out of the corner on a five, but Snake instead chases Low off! On the turnaround, Snake explodes at Logan and crashes into him with a big Stinger Splash!!)

HS: "Snake is bloody! He's battered and beaten! But goddamn it! He won't give up!"

FJ: "Low needs to get Logan out of that corner, Herb! NOW!"

(Something twisted crawls into the skull of Snake. Something maniacal. Something so pleasing, he chuckles at the very thought! Snake takes the dazed skull of Logan Alexander and tucks it between his legs! Snake points at the turnbuckle, as if he's going to Powerbomb Logan on the buckle itself! The fans go nuts and, in a rare instance, they cheer Snake on! Snake, maybe getting caught up in the moment, turns briefly to the distanced Low and gives the Former 10 time World Champion the finger! Low's eyes widen! In fact, he turns from cautious to livid in the snap of a finger! But Snake doesn't care! Snake hoists Logan up for the Powerbomb!)

HS: "Logan Alexander is about to die!"

FJ: "No! No! NO! NOOO!!"

(Snake has Logan up on his shoulders, seconds away from dropping him and then…BAM! Low kicks Snake right between the legs and squarely in the nuts! Snake drops Logan carelessly and Alexander falls to the mat in a heap! Snake turns towards his attacker! Snake, holding his groin, is in unquestionable pain! Low gives Snake a double finger salute before DRILLING him with The Low Stunner!!!)

HS: "That son of a bitch! That no good bastard!"

FJ: "HAHA!!! YES! Low mother f'ing Stunner!!"

(Low quickly drags Logan Alexander on top of the downed Snake! And, perhaps in the fastest 3 seconds ever…)

FJ: "Logan covers! YES! 1.."

HS: "NO!"

FJ: "2.."

HS: "NO!"

FJ: "3!!!"

HS: "Goddamn it! Low just screwed Snake out of the Chamber! Snake is done!"

RING ANNOUCNER: "Snake has been ELIMINATED!!!"

(Low gets in the face of the downed Snake and gives him an earful before spitting in Snake's face and kicking him once more in the stomach for good measure! Logan Alexander, meanwhile, has stumbled to his feet with a smile on his face a mile wide! Logan throws his arms up in the air, but Low immediately throws them down! Logan looks perplexed…until Low points over to BRIAN STEVENS!)

FJ: "Oh my God!"

HS: "I forgot all about Stevens! We all did!"

(Brian Stevens pulls himself up off the steel grate on the outside of the ring and the facial expression on Logan Alexander's face changes drastically! Brian Stevens stands! His eyes cold and still! His back still bleeds but that doesn't stop the defending AWA World Heavyweight Champion from entering the ring with DEAFENING results!)

HS: "Miami, Florida is going crazy! They have hope! Hope that the winner of this match won't be hand-picked by the greedy anti-Christ of a referee! They have hope that this match won't see someone handed a World Title!"

FJ: "Good luck! Brian Stevens has the Mount f'ing Everest in front of him tonight! Brian Stevens virtually has to beat two men! It ain't gonna happen, Summers! Not tonight!"

CROWD: "You're gonna get your fucking head kicked in!"

(A succession of claps follow the vulgar Soccer chant that has been adapted to Brian Stevens and proudly so! Brian Stevens' face remains still! Brian Stevens steps through the ring ropes and walks center ring! Logan Alexander doesn't back down! Logan Alexander steps right up to Brian Stevens and starts screaming in the face of Stevens! Stevens doesn't speak! He doesn't blink and he doesn't flinch! Finally, Logan Alexander breaks the standoff with an attempted wild swing, but Stevens ducks underneath and quickly nails a Palm Strike to the chest of Logan Alexander!! The crowd goes crazy as Logan hit's the mat and pops right back up! Stevens grabs the head of Logan Alexander with a Cravat and starts driving knees to the face of Logan! Finally, with Logan sufficiently stunned, Stevens hit's the ropes and drives home a final running knee to the face of Logan Alexander! Logan tries getting some room immediately after the strike by retreating to a corner, but Stevens doesn't waste any time and explodes into the corner and connects viciously with a patented TIDAL WAVE!)

HS: "Handspring kick to the face of Alexander!"

FJ: "Stevens is on fire, Summers! But you gotta ask yourself! For how long? How long can Stevens maintain this pace while being a victim to the numbers game!"

(Stevens throws Logan Alexander down to the mat and is quick to turn Logan over onto his back and hook the leg! Low doesn't fall to make the count! Stevens screams at Low and the fans boo! Logan kicks out on his own, but Stevens quickly unloads with a flurry of rights to the face of Logan.)

HS: "And that's the story of this match! Low!"

FJ: "Logan's shoulder wasn't down?"

HS: "Bullcrap! Stevens hit the Tidal Wave and it looked like Logan Alexander MIGHT have been done! But no! Low wouldn't count!"

(Stevens glares at Low and stands up to his feet! Low doesn't budge! He simply smiles! Brian Stevens takes a few steps towards Low, but before he can do anything, Logan Alexander has the wherewithal to chop block the knee of Stevens! Brian crumbles, clutching his knee!)

HS: "Damn it!"

FJ: "There's that numbers game coming through, Herb! You knew it was inevitable!"

(Low digs into his black slacks and pulls out…A FORK!)

HS: "Oh God, NO!"

FJ: "The fork! That is a trademark of Brian Stevens! That is a trademark of THE BUTCHER!"

HS: "Brian Stevens has used that fork on The Medics! Ray Owens! Low! NHL! It's been a staple of his hardcore arsenal! A trademark!"

FJ: "And now it looks like it's time for a little Eye for an Eye!"

(Low indeed places the fork in the hand of Logan Alexander and the young AWA No Limits Champion looks at the newfound Weapon. He tries to figure out how to attack Stevens and then, finally, Logan Alexander dives on top of the back of Stevens and pulls back the black and green hair of the World Champion before driving the 4 pronged fork into the forehead of Stevens! The fans let out a collective cringe! Low laughs.)

HS: "Low is loving this!"

FJ: "Turn about is fair play, Summers! Stevens has had this coming for quite some damn time!"

(Logan feeds off the sighs and cringes of the fans! He basks in their displeasure! So he does it again! He drives the fork into Stevens' flesh! Logan Alexander repeatedly starts gouging the forehead of Stevens and finally, blood is flowing from above Stevens' right eye.)

HS: "Ugh. Stevens is bleeding."

FJ: "Ha! Logan hasn't even bled a damn bit yet!"

(Logan looks down on Stevens and then, he does the unimaginable! He digs and drives the fork into the large gash on Stevens' back! The fans gag and cringe again!! Low, however, has different plans! Low pulls off the belt he's wearing, a black leather strap, and hands it off to Logan! Logan drops the fork and grabs the belt willingly!)

HS: "Stevens' back needs stitches! This is insane!"

FJ: "THIS is salt on the wound! This is the cherry on top of the Sundae!"

(SMACK! Logan whips the back of Stevens! SMACK! Again and again! Logan Alexander makes Stevens pay! The back of Stevens welts and bleeds! Finally, Logan drops the belt! Logan has something else in mind!)

HS: "What is Logan Alexander planning, Frank?!"

FJ: "It's time for the kill! That's what he's looking for!"

(Logan grabs the head of Stevens and connects with Stryke Force!!)

HS: "Ace Crusher! Ace Crusher! That's one of Stevens' finishers as well as Logan Alexander's old finish, which he called Stryke Force!"

FJ: "This? This is done, Herb! New Champ!!!"

(Logan smiles proudly before falling on top of Stevens! Logan hooks the leg and Low makes the fast count!)

HS: "Cover! New Champ! 1...2...3!"

FJ: "NO! NO! Stevens kicked out! Stevens kicked out!"

HS: "WHAT!? NO WAY!"

(Stevens did indeed kick out and Logan Alexander is stunned. Low is stunned! The arena, however…they cheer on the Champion! The cheer for Stevens! Logan Alexander is wise, however! He stays on Stevens! Logan Alexander brings Stevens back up to his feet! Stevens looks out! He's tired! He's beaten and bloody! Logan steps behind Stevens…GERMAN SUPLEX!!! Logan rolls the hips and drags the limp body of Stevens up for another…)

HS: "Logan Alexander is looking to end this with the Chaotic Revolution! He's already hit one German! He needs one more and then that devastating DVD!"

(Another German Suplex! Logan pops the hips again and he brings Stevens up to his feet again! Logan bends down and racks Stevens in the fireman's carry…but Stevens wiggles out! Stevens floats over and locks on the Front Guillotine Choke!)

HS: "The choke by Stevens! Stevens has it locked on!"

FJ: "No freggin' way!"

(Stevens wraps his legs around the standing Logan Alexander! Logan eventually falls and, fortunately, he lands near the ropes! But he still has to fight! And he does! Logan claws and works his way to the ropes and finally, he gets there and Low makes a quick 5 count and Stevens breaks. Both men are down now! Both men are gasping for breath!)

HS: "What a match! What a war these two men are waging!"

FJ: "It's been unreal."

(Stevens is crawling on the mat. Logan is sucking wind, fighting to regain his breath. Low just watches on as it's all he can do. Finally, Logan fights up to his feet…but Stevens does in kind with a slight difference. HE HAS THE FORK! Stevens grabbed the fork off the mat!)

HS: "The butcher is open for business, Frank! Stevens has the fork!"

FJ: "Logan! RUN!"

(Logan can't run. In fact, he walks right into Stevens and Brian is more than happy to ram the prongs of the fork into Logan's forehead! Logan immediately falls to the mat and tries crawling away, but Stevens is quick to mount his foe and in an act of retaliation, Stevens repeatedly starts ramming the fork into the forehead of Logan Alexander! Logan starts to gush blood!)

FJ: "NO! Logan is bleeding! Low needs to step in here!"

HS: "Low brought the damn fork into the match! This is payback! This is a receipt!"

(Stevens tosses the fork aside! Stevens makes a throat slitting motion and the fans go nuts! Stevens drags Logan up and drapes him over his shoulder! It's time for the North Star Driver! But Logan fights! He wiggles and finally, he breaks free and slides over the shoulder of Stevens and attempts a Roll up! Low counts fast!)

HS: "Counter to the NSD! Pinfall! 1...2...NO!"

(Both men get up to the mat quickly and Logan head butts Stevens! Stevens replies with a Knife Edge Chop! Logan fires a European Uppercut! Stevens fires back a forearm! Logan Alexander grabs the head of Stevens and returns a series of Forearms to the face! Stevens breaks the forearms and quickly Logan with a Spinning Back Fist! Logan staggers but doesn't go down! Stevens takes to the ropes and Logan drops Stevens with the Chaotic Collision! Both men are down again!!!)

HS: "Logan Alexander nailed his STO but is too dazed to put Stevens away and cover him!"

(Finally, Logan is able to crawl over to Stevens! Logan drapes an arm over the heaving chest of Stevens for a desperation cover! Low makes the quick count!)

HS: "1..2..Shoulder is rolled by Stevens! My god, we still have a match!"

(Both men fight to their feet! Logan is the stronger man and backs Stevens into the ropes and executes an Irish Whip! Logan tries to execute a Samoan drop, but Stevens hops over Logan. Stevens instead tries executing a Victory Roll, and Low doesn't make the count. Stevens gives up on the attempt and sprints out of the cover to the ropes. On the rebound, the now-standing Logan Alexander kicks Stevens in the gut and tries again to Rack Stevens, only this time he's looking for the kill! He's looking for the Chaotic Inversion. Stevens slides out and away. Stevens pushes the back of Logan into the ropes, and Logan adjusts to hit the ropes in the traditional sense. He does and comes back at Stevens. Stevens attempts an arm drag, but Logan grabs the arm of Stevens instead and sends him to the ropes. Logan lowers his head on the rebound and catches Stevens with a Northern Lights Suplex with a bridge! Low gets down for the count!)

FJ: "Beautiful suplex!!"

HS: "1...2...Kickout by Stevens…wait…"

(Stevens bridged on the Northern Lights and pushes backwards on the tips of his toes and floats backwards and locks on the Front Guillotine Choke on Logan Alexander center ring!!! The fans go berserk!!)

HS: "Unbelievable counter to the Northern Lights by Stevens! He flipped backwards out of the hold and applies the choke! He can truly lock that on from ANYWHERE!"

FJ: "Will Logan tap out? Pass out? Get to the ropes!?"

(Stevens pulls back on the neck and throat of Logan with all he's worth! All Low can do is look on! Logan is in horrible ring shape! He's seated while the hold is applied! He can't crawl! He can't maneuver! He's stuck!)

HS: "Frank! Logan can't move! He's going to lose it!"

FJ: "No, give it time, Summers! Give it some time, damn it!"

(YES! Logan's hand start slapping the mat, signifying that he's given up! Logan Alexander is submitting to the Front Guillotine Choke! But Low won't acknowledge it! Low won't call for the bell! He just glares at Stevens!)

STEVENS: "LOW! Call for the bell or else I won't break the goddamn choke!"

LOW: "FUCK YOU!"

STEVENS: "Call the match! He's tapping!"

(Logan's movements are slowing. Low's face is obviously changing. His anger for Stevens has changed to a genuine concern for Logan Alexander.)

STEVENS: "He's going to die unless you ring that goddamn bell, Low!"

(Low hesitates so Stevens pulls back even harder on the choke. Logan isn't moving. He's OUT! Finally, with his eyes closed out of frustration, Low signals for the bell and Stevens promptly breaks the Choke!!)

DING! DING! DING! DING! DING!

HS: "He did it! He did it! Brian Stevens, for the second year straight, has retained the World Title and conquered the Chamber! Brian Stevens is the winner! Against all odds! Bloody back! Bloody face! A crooked referee! Brian Stevens outlasted five other men! Brian Stevens is still the AWA World Champion!"

(Low grabs the AWA World Title from the timekeeper and brings it inside the Chamber. Brian Stevens, his face covered with blood. His cold blue eyes burn a whole in Low. Low walks to Stevens center ring and stares at the title momentarily before slowly and reluctantly handing the World Title to Brian Stevens! Stevens takes the belt from Low, shoots him a look, and leaves the Chamber so the AWA Trainers can enter the Chamber and check on Logan Alexander!)

HS: "What a night, Frank! Brian Stevens is STILL the AWA World Champion!"

FJ: "The Chamber never disappoints, Summers."

(Stevens holds the AWA World Title high above his head as he walks back up the Entrance Ramp to the back! The fans are going crazy as Stevens panders to them!)

HS: "What will become of Brian Stevens? Where will his 2nd title reign lead to next? Tune into Shock next Sunday as we hope to have those answers and more! I'm Herb Summers for Frank Jackson, thanking you for joining us tonight for Springs and Breaks!!"

(We take in one last shot of a celebrating Brian Stevens with the title belt on the top of the Entrance Ramp as we fade to black.)

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