(We cut to the arena of Stadio San Siro in Milan, Italy. Fireworks go off from the roof of the stadium down to the ring and then finishing up on the stage. We cut to the fans as they're screaming and holding up their signs. We cut over to ringside to meet our announcers.)

HS "Welcome to the 8th Annual Classic pay-per-view. We're in Milan, Italy in Stadio San Siro where well over 75,000 fans have packed our arena tonight! I'm Herb Summers and sitting next to me is Frank Jackson!"

FJ: "OH BOY! I can't wait to get this show under way!!"

HS: "Tonight, to kick things off, we'll have Mark Cross take on Chris Palmer in Palmer's last match in the AWA!"

FJ: "What a shame. But then we'll see a gauntlet match featuring the Squasher, Onslaught, Xtreme, Seamus Ochiern, Scott Declan, Dax Dai Xie, and Jack Thompson."

HS: "And then we can finally witness Jason Storm get his behind handed to him when he takes on Orlando Ortega and Atlas Johannson in a triple threat match tonight!"

FJ: "And that's the first of TWO! The other one is Sir Nathaniel Henry Lee GBE, Evan Heir, and Brian Williams! That'll be a REAL treat!!"

HS: "The real treat is seeing who gets the final say in all administrative dealings in the AWA. Travis Gray and Nancy Ensslin will battle in Nancy's own Revolutionary Room where the loser MUST resign their position in the AWA!"

FJ: "The Leader of the Fist against the Owner of the AWA. What a match! But we'll also witness the No Limits Championship being decided tonight! The Jester defends against A.C. Smith."

HS: "And the United States Championship gets decided in a European Rules match when Low takes on Logan Alexander. And, the three judges for that match will all be former AWA World Heavyweight Champions!"

FJ: "So, it could be NHL or even Snake??"

HS: "Or it could be Drake Hyde or Weston Steel."

FJ: "Damn!"

HS: "And then lastly, the AWA World Heavyweight Championship gets decided when Brian Stevens takes on John Williams. It all happens here tonight!"

FJ: "That and we find out who won the awards this year!! I can't wait for that!"

HS: "But first, it's time for the opening match of the night!"

FJ: "OH I CAN'T WAIT! Who is it??"

HS: "We have Mark Cross versus Chris Palmer coming up first."

FJ: "YES!"

(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.)

HS: "Here's 'The Dragon' Mark Cross coming down to the ring to kick off Classic's series of matches tonight."

FJ: "Mark Cross has had great success here in the AWA. He's a multiple time Cruiserweight Champion and with his diversification with joining up PWJ's wrestling promotion for some overseas exploration, we should see some of that quick style here tonight on display."

HS: "Right you are, Frank."

(He slides into the ring, taking in several sips of water to take in fluid before placing it into the corner of the ring. 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.)

FJ: "Chris Palmer is here tonight to win. There is no doubt in my mind that Chris Palmer is here to win and he will do whatever it takes to do so."

HS: "Ever since his first confrontation with Mark Cross, I knew that this match would be fast paced and very heated. These two men are very passionate about what they do."

FJ: "I'm sure we'll see a dead body here tonight."

HS: "FRANK!"

FJ: "What, I'm just saying."

HS: "Ugh..."

(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. As his music begins to fade he takes off his black T-shirt and rests against his corner.)

HS: "Here we go!"

(The bell rings the crowd just explodes as Cross steps up to Palmer with the intent for going with a collar and elbow tie up. Palmer, however, has a different strategy in mind and he ducks under Mark Cross' attempt and bounces off the ropes. He lunges out for a leaping clothesline, but Cross, who's turned around already, ducks the attempt by Palmer. Palmer rolls through his collision with the mat and springs back to his feet. Cross goes for a roundhouse kick, but Palmer ducks it. Palmer strikes back with an uppercut, but Cross manages to miss being hit by the Palmer's offensive move. Cross tries for a shinning wizard, but Palmer blocks the kick and Cross does a backwards somersault, landing on his feet and falling into the ropes.)

HS: "Look at the display these two have just given us so far."

FJ: "I liked the CHUCK NORRIS RIP OFF!"

HS: "Chuck Norris didn't invent the roundhouse kick."

FJ: "Yes he did. He also invented the 12th ingredient in KFC's special sauce - FEAR! His tears cure all illness! He is the best thing in the universe. Hell, HE CREATED THE UNIVERSE!"

HS: "Ok, that's enough."

FJ: "And he's going to smite you with the extra fist he has where his chin should be that lies buried under his beard!"

(Cross gets up to his feet and ducks a clothesline attempt by Palmer, spins around, and hits a chop block. Palmer drops to one knee and Cross bounces off the ropes to which Palmer's back is facing, runs by Palmer, bounces off the ropes in front of him, and hits finally connects with the shinning wizard. Cross tries for the STF, but Palmer is able to crawl to the ropes before the move could be locked in. The referee pulls Cross off of Palmer, giving Palmer enough time to get off the ropes and up to his feet.)

HS: "Palmer was met with a good move by Cross."

FJ: "Maybe the first of many?"

(Cross grapples Palmer and knees Palmer in the gut. Mark puts Palmer's head between his legs and tries for a move, but Palmer blocks it. Cross tries for that move again, but Chris blocks it one more time and then lifts up, hitting a back body drop on Cross. As Cross lies on the mat, arching his back in pain, Palmer runs over to the ropes, bounces off them, and then slids into the mat, connecting his feet right to the face of Cross. Cross holds his face and Palmer starts to put the boots to Mark.)

FJ: "I must say that the treatment of the Englishmen here in the AWA is very subpar."

HS: "You have a strange opinion about things."

FJ: "But they're true!"

(Cross starts to get to his feet, but Chris grapples him from behind. Palmer lifts and nails a German suplex on Cross. Cross rolls through it and lands in the corner turnbuckles. Palmer runs towards Cross and hits him with a knee to the face. Cross slumps down to the mat with his head resting against the bottom turnbuckle. Palmer jumps into the air and lands a knee straight to the chest of Mark Cross. The impact causes Cross' head to slip from the bottom turnbuckle and crash into the mat.)

HS: "Chris Palmer is showing no mercy towards Mark Cross."

FJ: "Awesome! That's what I like to see!"

(Palmer drags out Cross from the corner and applies an STO on Cross. Mark readily comes to life from the pain being put onto his body, but refuses to lie still about it. Mark tries desperately to get to the ropes, but Chris is adamant in keeping the hold locked in for as long as he can. Cross gets closer and closer to the ropes and then he reaches his arm out. He's a foot away from the ropes. Cross raises his arm into the air.)

FJ: "He's gonna tap!"

(Cross lunges forward and his fingertips just touch the ropes and slip right off. Cross cries out as Palmer gets a look of relief in his face and then he grimaces as he puts more pressure into the hold. Cross raises his arm into the air and then reaches the ropes.)

HS: "Palmer almost had this won."

FJ: "So much for a jumpy jumpy match tonight..."

HS: "Oh stop that. You keep insulting the AWA and yourself with comments like that."

FJ: "I'll get you Gadget, if it's the last thing I do!"

HS: "I think someone needs to stop watching cartoons."

(Palmer brings Cross up to his feet, but Cross pushes away from Palmer and hits a Kesagiri chop on Palmer. Cross fires off again with another chop, reddening his opponent's chest. Cross fires off with another chop and then hits Palmer with a punch to the face, then another one to the head, then a left to the throat, then a right to the face, and a left to the temple! Palmer stumbles backwards, but Cross hits Palmer with a clothesline. Cross picks up Palmer and locks Palmer in a chickenwing. Palmer tries to wiggle free, but Cross lifts back, nailing his chickenwing back suplex.)

HS: "Look at the display from Mark Cross! He went from nearly tapping out to an STO to just popping back into Palmer!"

(Mark picks up Palmer and puts his head between his legs. Cross lifts up and hits a sit-out powerbomb. Palmer lies on the mat motionless and Cross walks over to the corner and climbs up to the top turnbuckle.)

FJ: "We don't see this much from Mark Cross!"

(Cross leaps off the top turnuckle with an asai moonsault. Cross lands it perfectly on Palmer and then goes for the cover...)

HS: "...ONE...TWO.- OH! Palmer kicks out!"

FJ: "What a display of athleticism from such a strange looking jumpy jumpy guy."

HS: "FRANK!"

FJ: "What? Low says it!"

HS: "Take me now, Lord. Take me now."

FJ: "Brian Williams relinquished his Lordship. Who are you talking about?"

(Cross rolls off of Palmer and picks him up to his feet. Palmer gets to his feet and Cross grapples with Palmer, but Palmer pushes through it and hits a Judo hip toss on Cross. Cross rolls back up to his feet and he ties up with Palmer once more. This time Cross whips Palmer into the ropes and goes for a back body drop, but Palmer reads it and leap frogs over Cross, bounces off the ropes, and hits a clothesline on Cross as he turns around. With Cross on the mat, Palmer brings Cross back up to his feet and nails a Sambo suplex. Cross rolls around on the mat in agony, but Palmer brings Cross to his feet once more. This time Palmer sticks Mark's head between his legs and lifts him up for a pile driver.)

FJ: "Damn, Palmer is wicked nasty today."

HS: "I'll say."

(Palmer lifts Cross up, but he's like a dead weight. Palmer manages to get Cross to his feet and whips him into the ropes, but Cross comes back with a full head of steam. Palmer notices, but can't get out of the way fully in time.)

FJ: "BEHIND THE LINE, PALMER!"

HS: "But did Cross nail ALL of it?"

(Cross stumbles around the ring for a bit, holding his shoulder but manages to go for the pin...)

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

HS: "NO!"

FJ: "WOW! Palmer JUST manages to get his shoulder up!"

HS: "I can't believe it!"

(Cross gets up to his feet and grapples with Palmer, but Palmer shrugs off Cross and pushes him away. Cross walks up to Palmer, but Palmer hits a shuffle side kick out of nowhere!)

HS: "It's PRIMETIME!"

FJ: "Wait, where's Optimus? I don't see him anywhere."

(Palmer lies on the mat for a second or two before draping an arm over Cross. He also manages to hook the legs...)

FJ: "...ONE...TWO...THREE!! Palmer does it! He wins his last AWA match!"

HS: "Wow, what a match and what a great way to kick off Classic."

FJ: "What a great way to end a career. I'm going to miss Chris Palmer."

HS: "Good luck, Chris. Enjoy the rest of your life. We'll miss you."

(The scene comes to the parking lot where Seamus is being dropped off by a town car. He has a stern look on his face as always, and walks into the building. He walks towards his locker room when he runs into Larry Porter.)

LP: "Seamus, I just have a few questions!"

(Seamus keeps walking, making it a struggle for Larry to keep up.)

LP: "Why did you attack Jack Thompson from behind?"

(Seamus pays no attention to him as he comes to his locker room door.)

LP: "What about your match tonight? How are you going to win this match against so many men?"

(Seamus coldly stares at Larry. Larry slowly backs away as Seamus opens his door and slams it. We cut back to Herb and Frank.)

FJ: "Wow, some strong words by Seamus there."

HS: "Why do you think that what everyone says are strong words?"

FJ: "Because...they are??"

(The lights at Stadio San Siro dim and the crowd buzzes in anticipation. Four spotlights, one from each corner of the stadium, pan around the building, until finally meeting in the center of the open roof. The sun has began to set in Milan, Italy, but we can see something sparke in the distance.)

HS: "What is this, it looks strange."

FJ: "Maybe it's a U.F.O.!"

HS: "Shut up, Frank."

(The Ameritron is now showing the sparkling object, apparently from a roof camera. As it gets closer and closer, we start to recognize a shiny black helicopte, coming closer and closer to Stadio San Siro.)

HS: "I hope this isn't anything bad."

FJ: "I'm getting really curious, Herb, and so are these fans here tonight."

(The helicopter is now right above Stadio San Siro and slowly and carefully it starts to lower INTO the stadium. The fans cheer at this spectacle, even though we cannot see who is in this helicopter, as the windows in the back are darkened.)

HS: "This is quite the spectacle, we haven't seen anything like this in the AWA before."

(The helicopter is now landing on an extra platform close to the entrance stage, in safe distance to the audience. As the helicopter's rotor is slowly turned off, we see Mark Keller running towards the helicopter, stopping right before the backdoor.)

MK: "Ladies and gentlemen, I have been told that this is part of the show and that I am supposed to interview whoever is about to exit this helicopter."

(The gentle progression of chords of Funeral For A Friend's "Damage, Inc." begin to haunt us. Green and white lights begin to strobe and flood and then focus on the door of the helicopter. The crowd's cheers immediately turn to boos.)

FJ: "Haha, we should have known! Something as great as this can only spring from the minds of Damage, Incorporated!"

HS: "Ya, ya, ya."

(The door opens and out steps "The Beautiful, Intelligent Genius" Richard O. Dickinson III, who shockingly is wearing a suit with matching colors - black suit, white shirt, black tie. He is followed by Beverly Rhode, who is wearing a more feminine black suit as well. Up next is Cosma Galaktika, and even she is wearing black and white - only she is wearing a nun's gown, minus the head dress. She is followed by Sarah Hawthorne, who of course is also dressed to the nines with a similar black and white costume to Beverly, only wearing a skirt instead.)

HS: "They look like penguins."

FJ: "Shhh, the highlight is yet to come."

(The crowd's boos intensify as Onslaught steps out of the helicopter, looking very impressive in his suit, considering his size. The five Damage, Inc. members and Mark Keller now flank the helicopter's exit, three of them per side. The boos erupt even more as "The Sensational" Brian Stevens, Sir Nathaniel Henry Lee GBE and The Legendary Low exit the helicopter in quick succession. All wearing black custom-made Italian suits, their championship belts are accentuated even more than usually. Stevens raises his World title belt into the air, Sir Henry raises his Tag Team title belt, and Low raises his US and Tag Team title belts. Their entourage applaude them, as the fans boo in unison.)

HS: "I have to admit, this was quite the entrance. They look very impressive in their suits and with their championship belts."

FJ: "This has to be the most dignified moment ever in the history of the American Wrestling Alliance."

HS: "Well, I probably wouldn't go THAT far."

(The music dies down and Damage, Inc. bask in the disdaine of the fans.)

MK: "Damage, Inc.... you certainly decided to do something special for AWA Classic 2007."

STEVENS: "Absolutely, Keller. Tonight? We will make CLASSIC synonymous with Damage, Inc. because we came here tonight with only ONE GOAL IN MIND! WIN! Onslaught will win the Battle Royal. NHL will win the Triple Threat match. Low will beat Logan Alexander and I will choke out John Williams! That is our goal! That is our intent and THAT is what we fully intend on doing!"

MK: "Sir Henry, tonight you take on Evan Heir and Brian Williams. Heir has said he wants to put you back into the spotlight. Williams didn't think you were worth his breath. Do you have any comments for your opponents tonight?"

NHL: "No, I don't have any comments."

MK: "Oh...okaaay?"

NHL: "I have STATEMENTS to make! That blithering fool Brian Williams can think whatever he wants to think, but when has anything he's ever said or thought in the past few years actually mean a damn thing to anyone?"

MK: "Well, uh, you-"

NHL: "No, they meant nothing! Brian Williams has and will always be a douchebag. He is what little girls use whent hey want to clean out their intimate parts after having premarital sex with strange men for money. That is what I think of Brian Williams - a low life piece of shite that doesn't even deserve to be breathing the same bloody oxygen that I breath!"

NHL: "Evan Heir, on the other hand, IS deserving of breathing teh same air that I breath on the premise that he's actually a decent wrestler and what he says he does. I admire that. It's something that Brian Williams lacks greatly. However, while you may think and believe that I'm giving Evan 'props', I am, in fact, not a fan of his. I despise that little cretin. I look at that little bastard and I want to rip his head off and spike it in a puddle of his own piss and blood. He's a nuisance. He is to me what Javex Valerius is. Actually, he REPLACES Javex. Heir, the nuisance, will be dealt with tonight and I will dispatch of him WITH prejudice!"

(The fans boo Sir Henry's statements. Mark now gets a bit closer to Low.)

MK: "Low, tonight you defend your United States title against your former protege, Logan Alexander. You will face him in what used to be known as the Low Rules Match. But you relinquished your claim to that match after losing two high profile Low Rules Matches."

LOW: "That's right, Mark Keller. Tonight is my chance to redeem myself for those two losses. Tonight I will prove to the world that I am still THE number one technical wrestler in AWA history. Tonight I will prove that being the United States Champion doesn't mean I stand in the second row. But most importantly, tonight is the night that the derailing of Logan Alexander's career gets finished."

MK: "But Logan said his career hasn't even gotten on track yet."

LOW: "Well, I didn't want to be the one pointing that out."

(The Damage, Inc. members all share a laugh, and we can catch a quick glimpse of Cosma and Onslaught exchanging lustful glances.)

LOW: "The fact of the mater is this - Logan had a tremendous run as No Limits Champion and he was challenging three different World Champions for a number of months. That all happened while I may or may not have worked against him while calling myself his mentor. Today Logan is competing in one of the two most anticipated matches of the night. But it has nothing to do with his accomplishments, yet it has everything to do with his failures and with what I, The Legendary Low, wanted to happen and what not."

"So Logan, I hope your training sessions took as long as your promotional videos leading up to Classic, because if you're not in the best mental and physical shape of your life, if you haven't improved your stamina since King Of The Kage, there is no need for you to even step in the circle with me tonight, buddy, because we won't even need the judges to decide a winner under those circumstances."

MK: "Speaking of the judges, it was announced at the start of this event that three former AWA World Champions are going to be the judges for your match tonight. Any thoughts on who they might be?"

LOW: "No, and quite frankly, I don't care! We won't need to the judges tonight, because I will end the match way before round five even ends. Why? Because LOW RULES!"

(Low raises the US title belt as the rest of Damage, Inc. applaude him. Finally, Keller addresses the World Champion.)

MK: "Brian Stevens..."

(The fans boo him unmercifully. They obviously haven't forgotten that Stevens set John Williams on fire last week. Stevens seems to enjoy the reaction he gets.)

MK: "Brian Stevens, I tried to get a word from you last week just after you did what you did to John Williams. Are you ready to speak to me now?"

STEVENS: "Shut up, Keller. Here's the thing...tonight? It's the MY night tonight! The night I overtake and make the most hallowed record in the history of the AWA mine and I will leave John Williams a bloody half-dead mess to do it! In just a very short time, Johnny Boy...you will find out what has made me unbeatable the last 6 months. I will make you bleed. I will make you beg and I will make you cry! John Williams! You will be my puppet tonight! I will be the man pulling your strings and I will be the man to choke your ass out! And THAT!? Oh...you can BELIEVE THAT!"

MK: "Ladies and gentlemen, there you have it, Damage, Inc. is ready to write history again here tonigth at AWA Classic 2007!"

("Damage, Inc." begins to play and the group walks off the platform and to the back.)

FJ: "You see? That's why I love Damage, Inc.!"

HS: "Yeah, I see alright..."

(The scene comes to the locker room of Jack Thompson. Jack is seen lacing up his boots as a knock comes at the door. Jack sighs and stands up. He drops the boot on the ground and walks over to the door. A bandage is visible on the back of his head, but no blood can be seen on it. Jack opens the door: Mark Keller stands there with a microphone.)

THOMPSON: "Ah, the world's greatest interviewer. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

MK: "Well, I think we all want to know what you reaction to Seamus Ochiern attacking is?"

THOMPSON: "Reaction?"

(Thompson grabs the microphone from Mark's hand.)

THOMPSON: "You want a reaction, Markie boy? I'll give you a reaction! Seamus Ochiern, you had not one, not two, but three chances to fight me face-to-face. Two times I did you the favor of standing in front of you, and one time I made the mistake of turning my back and letting my guard down. What did you do, Seamus? You beat me with a shillelagh."

(Thompson raises and eyebrow and smiles.)

THOMPSON: "A shillelagh? Oh, how original, Sammy. An Irishman uses a shillelagh. Are you too much of an idiot to think that will get me out of AWA Classic: the event of the year?! Oh no sonny Jim, that's where you got it wrong. What did you think I was going to do? Prance around a fresh spring meadow, picking daisies while singing kumbaya with a bunch of damn hippies? Aww, hell no! The show doesn't stop for me Sam, it stops for you. Yea, tonight, at AWA Classic, in front of thousands of men, women, and children in the Stadio San Sire, the great Celtic Warrior Seamus Ochiern will be carried out on a stretcher! And that's a guaran-damn-tee, baby!

(Jack calms himself down and hands the mic back to Mark.)

THOMPSON: Sorry, Mark. I got a bit of an adrenaline rush there. Now, finishing this little schpeel: after I decmiate Seamus, I will move on to the other unlucky souls who choose to step into that ring with me. I can see it now, the Showstopper's hand raises in the air as the fans cheer their lungs out. BOOYAH!"

(Jack pushes the mic back at Mark's chest and storms back into his locker room. He slams the door in Mark's face as Mark stands there not moving.)

FJ: "Wow, what a nut job."

HS: "Speak for yourself."

FJ: "I was speaking for you, actually."

HS: "Anyway, it's time for the Gauntlet match!"

("Don't Stop Believin'" by Journey hit's over the PA system. It's opening is very unique and the fans immediately roar, laugh and react to it. The fans start clapping along to the beat of the song. The are having a blast. Finally, Onslaught steps out from the curtain before the lyrics hit and the fans erupt. Onslaught has a sly grin on his face. The fans start singing along with the very popular lyrics and Onslaught starts mouthing the lyrics as he grins his way down to the ring…but he stops. Onslaught runs back and starts slapping hands with the fans! The fans are into it and start getting in Onslaught's face and sing the lyrics back to him, getting in on the gag. Onslaught plays a little air guitar while the epic guitar lead blares through out the arena. He continues to round the ring and slap as many hands as he can. Finally, Onslaught slides into the ring just as the chorus hits…)

CROWD: "Don't stop! Believin'!"

FJ: "Damage, Inc. is in the house and the Italian fans here in Milan show it!"

(The crowd cheers for itself, its participation, and their new favorite wrestler, Onslaught. After all, they milked that song for 4 minutes and 10 seconds! Onslaught points at a few signs in the crowd that acknowledge him and blows kisses at cute ladies while he waits in his corner for his opponent.)

("I Don't Wanna" Stop by Ozzy Osbourne announces the entrance of Xtreme aka Dylan Ford. The six-seven Canadian walks down the ramp to meet Onslaught with hardly anymore fanfare than that. Onslaught paces the far side of the ring obviously not impressed with his opponent.)

HS: "If these matches ever get judged by a wrestlers entrance that man there is going to get his ass handed to him every time!"

FJ: "There's referee Stu Abbott going through the same old, same old."

HS: "You got to have balls of cast iron to officiate the matches that man has I the past Frank. I have nothing but the utmost respect for him. You might just want to remember he's in there every show while you're here just calling the action."

FJ: "You trying to get romantic with me Herb?"

(The bell rings and the two big men square off striking out at each other to the delight of the fans. Onslaught hammers home Stiff Strikes mixed with European Uppercuts into the taller Dylan Fords face but the Canadian shakes them off hitting back with some basics of his own; Forearm Smashes from Xtreme force Onslaught back until the Damage, Inc. enforcer plants himself, braces against Xtreme's advance and shoves Ford back about five feet with what seems like very little effort. Dylan pauses and stomps in intent on grappling with Onslaught; Onslaught obliges and grapples around Xtreme's waist and snaps him up and trough a German Release Suplex.)

FJ: "Onslaught just played a little cat and mouse with Xtreme Dylan Ford and drew him right into a trap!"

HS: "Makes a change for a man who has been the butt of more than one ambush himself over the past four or five weeks!"

(The impact rocks the ring and Onslaught hooks Dylan's leg, the referee slides in slams out a "one! >. Two! .. Three!" The Milan home crowd cheer at the first pin.)

HS: "First fall of this gauntlet match goes to Onslaught and that must be Hell of a confidence booster him!"

FJ: Onslaught is Damage Inc. Herb. You're talking like he has no reason to be good at doing what does!?"

HS: "Nobody said he wasn't good the question is, is he good enough to go through this kind of match from start to finish all; by himself!?"

( "L.A. Blues" by The Stooges hits and all the arena lights are switched on, as The Squasher marches down the ramp. He jumps onto the apron and climbs into the ring over the top rope and immediately starts his rampage.)

HS: "Another 'big man' from the rank and file of the A.W.A. stepping up to the challenge and look at them go!!"

FJ: "Didn't we just see this happen already and didn't Onslaught kick his ass already!?"

(Back elbows from Onslaught takes the pair to the corner where he takes what is nothing more than a hail of punches to every point on his upper body from Squasher; Onslaught moves in closer trying to cut down the room that Squashier has to swing those heavy blows and it seems to be working; Onslaught ignores referee Stu Abbott's warnings ad the count as he starts forcing Squasher up onto the top of the turnbuckle.)

FJ: "Oh man this isn't getting any better for Squasher and we are gonna be getting an honor cos you know what's gonna happen next!"

( Onslaught tries to render his opponent prone with some Stiff Strikes; Onslaught gets Squasher seated on the top rope before cradling him around his neck on his very massive shoulders)

HS: "Squasher is gonna go out to The Muscle Buster and I don't think there's a think that is going to stop the Damage, Inc. enforcer from completing this!?'

FJ: "Damn straight!"

(Onslaught starts jerking Squasher around into position as he also walks up- to the ropes smiling and egging on the Italians to cheer for the finisher; He runs across to the far side of the ring and allows himself a free hand to pump his fist into the air like an orchestra conductor as the fans chant 'Muscle Buster! Muscle Buster! Muscle Buster! Muscle Buster! Muscle Buster!)

(Finally Onslaught steps backwards to the middle of the ring for the spike shot.)

(Onslaught stops his eye wide and mouth dropped open as Squasher hands suddenly snaps shut around his windpipe causing a sudden loss of air to Onslaughts lungs. Slowly Squasher dismounts from Onslaughts shoulders, maintaining the choke Hold on Onslaught he comes eye to eye with the Damage, Inc. Enforcer before hoisting Onslaught from the mat and before referee Stu Abbott can count him out for the illegal Choke Hold he slams Onslaught to mat and the pin.)_

HS: "One, two and three sees Onslaught removed from this match!"

( "Suicide Messiah" by Black Label Societymplays as the Ireland flag waves on the Ameritron. A few moments pass by until 'Seamus Ochiern' flashes across the screen. Seamus then enters through the curtain and walks out on stage, overlooking the crowd. As he takes his time walking down the ramp, he disregards the extended hands as he fixates his eyes to the ring. He walks towards the ring and hops onto the apron. He stands on the side of the ring, gazing across the audience.)

(Squasher moves right in on the Irishman but Ochiern duck under the first Left-Right combo from Squasher moving into the far ropes for some extra momentum; Ochiern slams into Squasher with a powerful Clothesline.)

FJ: "I think Seamus may have annoyed Squasher!"

(Seamus hits the ropes at right angles to where he came from before and hits another Powerful Clothesline that seems to take Squasher a little off of balance.)

HS: "I don't think Squasher knows what is going on .. what I mean is I don't think he knows how to react he so used to having somebody just stand there and trade blows and the fall down!"

FJ: "Like anything different ever happens when the beast is in there?!"

(Seamus Ochiern drives a Kick to the gut of disoriented Squasher before hitting the ropes to nail a Flying Forearm, then another forcing Squasher back to the other side of the ring and into the ropes; as Squasher stumbles back into the ring Ochiern is able scoop Squasher up and screams with the effort to shunt a man more than one hundred and thirty pounds heavier than himself into a Running Powerbomb to the center of the ring.)

FJ: "The Irishman is gonna pin The Squasher!"

(Seamus is denied at two and the denial is underscored as Squasher grabs Ochiern by the throat with a choke hold that brought about the beginning of Onslaughts loss. The two come to their vertical base but Seamus struggles with the grip while strike kick after kick to Squasher's midsection; Squasher stops and looks down at where Ochiern is hitting and winces with each blow. Heartened by what is obviously pain Seamus shifts tac again only to have the bigger man hammer home a Big Boot to his face that nearly rock him ass over head when he hits the mat; Squasher gathers up Ochiern and seemly shunts him through a Gorilla Press Slam before dropping on him for a pin.)

(Stu Abbott comes in again and hammers out another 3-count for The Squasher!)

HS: "Seamus Ochiern gave a better show than I expected!?"

FJ: "He lasted like maybe thirty seconds Herb!"

HS: "A record so far inn this Gauntlet match at Classic 2007 in Milan, Italy."

FJ: "You wee just looking for the segue you bas.."

( Darkness consumes the arena as "Raise Hell" by Hed PE hits the speakers and the fans get to their feet. Four spotlights scatter throughout the crowd as the cheers become louder and louder. The spotlights finally fixate on the center stage where Jack Thompson stands with his head down. After a few seconds, he throws his arms and head up as a series of fireworks shoot off from the stage towards the rafters. Jack looks over the fans as he puts his arms down, and a smirk runs across his face. He walks down the ramp, slapping the hands of extended arms. Jack walks up to the ring apron and jumps up, quickly stepping into the ring an straight into The Squasher who slams home a heavy hamboned set of Punches into the old school brawler who finally manages to roll with a few of the them and roll along the ropes to get out of The Squasher's reach.)

FJ: "I think Jack Thompson almost got …. show stopped, heh he heh heh."

HS: "No more ridolin for you tonight Frank."

(Both wrestlers hit the ropes to charge each other colliding in a double Clothesline that sees Jack Thompson landing over the sprawled Squasher.)

FJ: "Thompson has the opportunity for an east pin if he can just shake this off!"

(The ref checks out both men and calls for the match to continue. There is the sign of some consciousness from jack Thompson but it is the prodigious endurance of The Squasher that comes through first and Thompson is thrown clear by the biggest man to enter the Gauntlet yet. Thompson comes to his vertical base and meets Squasher head on taking kicks to his shoulders and midsection before nearly being barreled over by a storm of punches; Thompson pulls his forearms together in front of his face and tries to protect his face and midsection from Squasher's attack and backs off only to be pursued by Squasher; frustrated by Thompson's guard the Squasher grabs Jack and hurls the 315 pounder across the ring before following after him; Jack rolls with the throw to come up at the ropes, just Squasher is barreling into him Thompson drops to the mat pulling the top rope down with him and helps Squasher out of the ring, over the top rope.)

FJ: "Ochiern has shown the way and Show Stopper Jack Thompson picks up where Ochiern left off fighting smart!"

HS: "I'm impressed at how Thompson took punches from Squasher. He roped that out and picked his moment, but Thompson shouldn't rest on his laurels and it doesn't look like he is as he follows Squasher out here in front of the announcers table!"

(Thompson goes to the ropes and sees Squasher rising like a titan and takes a step back before charging the ropes, leaping to the ropes and Moonsaulting out into Squasher and both men colliding with the announcers table; nearly 700 pounds of mass propelled from a high flying impact move shove the American Wrestling Alliance announcers backward and over from their chairs and through the security barrier into the Italian home crowd at Milan's Stadio san Siro.)

(AWA cameraman are all over the disaster scene and up on the Ameritron the screen is segmented to show Frank, Herb. The Show Stopper and Squasher mixed with the shattered table pieces and equipment. From the ring referee Stu Abbott begins his count-out of both men as the e.m.t's check out the voices of the American Wrestling Alliance.)

(Again it is Squasher who pulls himself free from the mess tossing aside pieces of practical board and ripping cables from around his arms and neck; Thompson comes back to life sucking in air like a drowning man and realizing where he is and who is nearby with the look of a hare caught in the headlight. Over at the ring the ref has reached account of 'Four!')

(Squasher shoves Thompson backwards and into the exposed security barrier; Stu Abbot reaches 'Five!' as Squasher yanks Herb Summers free of his chair in spite of the protest from the medical teams and pulls the steel chair free of then wreckage at the count of '[Six!' from Stu Abbot.)

(Thompson sees the dangers and scrambles through the upturned barrier, the matting the cables and piece of table but can't seem, to get a foot hold to move and trips as The Squasher brings the steel chair down on Jack Thompson without even folding it flat first.)

(The count out stops at before Stu Abbot declares 'Seven' and calls for the bell. The ring announcer's voice booms out over the P.A. and declares that Squasher ahs been disqualified. The fans cheer but it is unclear what for as Frank and Herb are helped free of the mess, the fact that the fans reach out and help the AWA announcers, the freebies and memento's that are being passed around from site of this A.W.A. this Classic moment, that they are fans of The Showstopper or Squasher or even the anticipation of the next man to step through that entrance beneath the American Wrestling Alliance's Classic '07 banner.)

(The camera fades into Mark Keller standing outside of a locker room. The nameplate on the door has nothing but Japanese lettering on it.)

MK: "I am standing outside the locker room of one of the AWA's most notorious newcomer, Dai Xie, a man seconds away from his Classic debut."

(Mark knocks on the door. The door opens a bit and we suddenly hear Japanese music playing. Dai Xie is dressed in his ring attire and has sunglasses placed on his face. He lowers his glasses a bit and narrows his eyes at Keller before placing them back on his face, waiting for him to speak.)

MK: "Dai, you came to the AWA four weeks ago and attacked the number one contender for the Cruiserweight title, Mark Cross. Since then, you've began a reign of terror on the AWA roster... You took the likes of Ryder Owens and Mack 10 out of commission. You want to change the face of the AWA, but-- why is this so important to you? Why did you want to be a part of CLASSIC so bad?"

DAX: "Because this place is a travesty. I'm here at Classic in a match with six nobodies. These people mean nothing to the AWA, much-less America. I mean, the Squashier? Plus, we have Italian fans here kissing their asses. I want to know why exactly the AWA is the place to be... Or why people believe it is. And, Keller? I'm going to prove that it's not. I'm going to dominate the roster. I'm going to dismantle every superstar there is. This curtain-jerking nonsense has to end here tonight. It's going to be a showing of Classic proportions. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a match to go to."

(Dax rips the glasses off of his face and tosses the glasses into Keller's hands. He walks down the corridor and the crowd boos as Dax's music begins to start. The camera changes views to the top of the stage.)

((During the Dai Xie promo, Thompson is recovering from his chair shot from the Squasher.))

("Justified" hits the PA system, the sound of the somewhat entrancing moans capturing the attention of the crowd before the beat finally kicks in and a white mist surrounds the top of the ramp, the lights also dimming. The first vocals are spoken and we see the mist clear, Dax kneeling at the top of the ramp. The beat stops and Dax rises to his feet, walking to the ring, looking coldly at the fans to his left and right. The song then continues, breaking into the chorus and Dax hops onto the ring apron. He points his hands to either side of his body and looks into the air, muttering something. He then closes his eyes and a white pyro goes off from all of the turnbuckles. Dax enters the ring, looking coldly at the crowd once again before preparing for combat.)

(Referee Stu Abbott lays down the law and has Dax take a neutral corner until Jack Thompson has got himself back into ring and the ref is happy to allow him to continue. The bell rings to resume the match and the home crowd erupts as Dax and Thompson clash in center ring.)

(Dax lock in a Belly-to-Belly Suplex, Thompson jerks from the additional pain to his back after Squasher chair shot moments ago; Dax doesn't let the situation lag as he grabs a hold of Thompson, locks in wristlock to control his opponent and pulls him through a Back Body Drop again focusing the impact ion Thompson's damaged back.)

(Dax goes for Chicken Wing but Thompson shakes the lighter Japanese off and gets to a knee in time to see Dax run for the ropes and use them the same way he himself did against Squasher; Jack Thompson roils to his back with his knees drawn up as Dax lands vie the Springboard Moonsault dropping his weight down on to Thompson's knees and into his own stomache and ribcage; Thompson takes a moment to pull himself up from the mat nursing his injuries from outside the ring as Dax rolls from pain of the backfired Moonsault; This time it Jack Thompson with the size and weight advantage as he grabs Dax up into a Bear Hug and applies his strength against Dax Xie's hurting ribs. Referee Stu Abbott check Dax but the eastern wrestler shakes his head 'no.' Thompson decides not to prolong the effort and lets Dax down hard into an Atomic Drop; Dax stagger away clutching at his Asian jewels, again Jack Thompson takes a moment nursing his own wounds before reaching the other side of the ring and crouches to watch for Dax.)

(Dax turns, Thompson charges; Thompson rams Dax back first into the opposite corner via a Spear and the there is no give from the impact as Thompson's full weight in motion drives the air from Dax's lungs.)

(The cheers from the fans grow not only as they see Thompson walk away from the impact and raise his foists to the sky but that Frank and Herb come back just as a new announcer's table is set up just off of ringside. Jack Thompson jumps to the ropes and points down at both Herb and Frank and clasps his hands above his head in applause for the two announcers who take a bow before the assemble mob at Stadio San Siro.)

HS: (grunting)"Thank you, thank you. Me and my colleague bare back no thanks to that monster Squasher .."

FJ: "Hold on Herb as I recall it was that freaking biyatch up there that took Squasher , you and most important me with that suicidal Moonsault. I don't know about you but I want to see Jack Thompson charged with assault dammit!"

(Finished with working the fans Jack goes back to Dax who has pulled himself together a bit and meets jack advance; Dax suddenly comes to life grabbing the hand of Jack Thompson who was intent on something painful and locks in Wristlock, moving out from the corner Dax drops taking Thompson down in an Armwringer; Jack cries out, comes to his feet and using his greater height and weight breaks the lock but grabs Dax and pulls him down through an Armdrag Takedown; Dax rolls through, comes up in front of Thompson face to face and locks in around Thompson's waist and shunts for a Belly-to-Belly; Thompson releases Dax's arms and warps around and both wraps around Dax's for a Bear Hug; both release from the pain of their ribs.)

(Thompson hits the ropes as Dax sucks in another lungful of air but comes out of his reverie just as Thompson comes in for a Clothesline, Dax ducks and flips Thompson through a Hip Toss; Thompson is recovering fast but Dax is building steam as he hits the ropes this time to come back catching the rising Jack Thompson in a Head Scissors which Dax twist bringing Thompson forward and over in a fast and sharp DDT. Dax hits the ropes again but Jack rolls towards hit and traps him in a Drop Toe Hold Take Down but Dax breaks the fall by grabbing the ropes and pulling himself free; Jack rolls away clutching his head and neck obviously in pain from the DDT; Dax quickly mounts the turnbuckle and launches coming down in a High Angled Leg Drop over the very neck that jack Thompson is nursing.)

FJ: "Dax's 'Falling Sun.'

HS: "Dax roll Jack for the pin here!"

FJ: "I heard of him using a bocco with this move back in Japan so Jack should count himself lucky."

HS: "Referee Stu Abbott is checking the pin and is counting Jack Thompson out!!"

HS: "Dax takes Jack Thompson's place as this Gauntlet match continues and we have seen everyone including me and Frank taken down at some point."

FJ: "That bastard Thompson only got what was coming to him!"

( After the brief guitar solo at the beginning, Scott comes out with an open-mouth grin, bending to one knee and beckoning the crowd toward him with his index and middle fingers from both hands. He acts as if he is going down the stage, but changes his mind with a finger and headshake before hunching down. Declan then leaps up and points to the sides in sync with a burst of fireworks.)

FJ: "Last man in this match and you have to give Declan the advantage. He's seen what has already gone before and he has avoided it all unlike us here at ringside!"

HS: "You're a bitter am Frank. After all these years of calling the action you get a taste and you are bitching like a liberal!"

FJ: "I'm an announcer dammit not a participant Herb!"

(Declan and Dax lock up and Declan's size and weight advantage tell as he pulls Dax up and through a Spinning Belly-to-Belly Suplex and a quick pin that gets him a consolatory 'One!' fro the referee. Declan pulls Dax up but Dax blindsides the ref and Rakes Declans eyes before playing with Wristlock to transmission into a Half-Nelson and pulling Declan down into a Facebuster, Dax rolls Declan for the pin and only gets a long 1-count for his efforts. Pulling Declan to the vertical bas he Irish Whips Declan to the ropes and meets him on the rebound with a Flying Leg Lariat off the opposite ropes, again Dax goes high and looks for the Falling Sun over the prone Declan but Declan rolls away and denies Dax the finisher.)

(Declan comes out from the starting block hammering into Dax with a Shoulder Block as he comes down off of the top rope; Dax hammer his fists down in a Double Ax Handle but Declan shrugs the blow of and strikes out with a combo of mixed Knife Edged Chops, Jabs and Punches that rive Dax to the mat where Declan grinds his Boot into Dax face until referee Stu Abbott intervenes forcing Declan away and allowing Dax to get to his feet. Dax comes out of the corner like a greyhound scooping Declan up into a Fireman's Carry and slamming down hard to the mat. Dax does not go for the cover but pulls Declan up by his hair to hit him with his own strike combo called Shadowboxxx; Dax Irish Whips Declan to the far post with prejudice and follows after, as Declan rebounds from the hard impact Dax runs past him into the same corner and half-climbs half-runs up the turnbuckle launching himself back into Declan via a Corkscrenton. Dax hooks Declan's leg and Stu Abbot slides in for the count and the and hammers out the pin 'One! … Two! .. Three!')

FJ: "Dax Xie wins this Gauntlet match and that has to seal his entry to the AWA roster and for the respect of the AQWA roster!"

HS: "But all, the action from this match hasn't finished. That's Jack Thompson and Seamus Ochiern coming down the ramp and they're not friends

(The two men battle their way down to ringside even before Dax's hand is raised in victory.)

(Jack grabs Seamus and throws him into the steps. Seamus violently bounces off the stairs and lays motionless.)

HS: "This has got to stop! These two just went at it in an enduring match!"

FJ: "Are you kidding me? Let them fight!"

(Jack picks up Seamus and slams him onto the steel steps, back first. Seamus writhes in pain as Jack backs up. Jack points to his boot and the fans start to get riled up.)

HS: "No. My god! Don't do it, Jack!"

(With Seamus' head dangling, Jack runs full force and connects with a punishing boot to the face, compressing Seamus' head between his foot and the steel steps. The fans shudder in shock.)

FJ: "That was-"

HS: "Horrible! He nearly decapitated the poor guy!"

FJ: "Seamus did have it coming to him, Herb."

HS: "That is a despicable way of seeing things, Frank!"

(Jack shows no emotion as he gazes down at the heavily panting, and busted open Seamus. Jack grabs Seamus by the neck and picks him up. He throws him into the ring between the middle and bottom ropes. Jack then climbs into the ring and gets a microphone from the announcer.)

THOMPSON: "Ladies and gentlemen! Boys and girls! You have just witnessed an act of vengeance!"

HS: "An act of sheer cowardice to be more correct."

FJ: "Shhh. Let him talk!"

THOMPSON: "You people remember what this man did to me at last week's Shock. He beat me over the head from behind, like the coward that he is."

HS: "That doesn't give you any right to nearly kill a man!"

THOMPSON: "Some of you think that my reaction was a bit harsh here tonight. But I assure, it was what he deserved. See, where I come from, respect is earned. And you get that respect when you stand up for you and your beliefs, no matter what it takes."

FJ: "He speaks the truth."

HS: "Your the one who should shut up, Frank."

(Jack walks over to the prone Seamus. He grabs his head and stands him on his feet. Seamus can barely hold his own weight as Jack holds him by the back of the neck.)

HS: "Oh, come on. Leave the poor man alone!"

THOMPSON: "You people can boo me all you want, but the truth is, you would've done the same thing. The upper management did nothing so I took it into my own hands. Seamus. Tonight, you paid for what you did to me. It's a lot more honorable than your actions last Sunday. I gave you chances to fight me face-to-face, but you took the low road. I can't wait to see you back in the AWA Seamus, if you can even speak again."

(Jack drops the microphone and tucks Seamus' head underneath his arm. Jack picks up Seamus into a hanging vertical suplex and walks around the ring. He stops and hits a huge brainbuster that leaves Seamus completely motionless and barely breathing. "Raise Hell" by Hed PE hits the speakers as Jack walks out of the ring. He walks up the ramp as the fans look on in shock.)

FJ: "You've got to admit, Herb. He had a valid point in teaching Seamus a lesson."

HS: "The point was there, but he didn't need to send Seamus to the hospital!"

FJ: "Or the morgue."

HS: "Shut up, Frank."

HS: "Oh Hell No…..!!!'

(As Jack Thompson reaches the tope of the ramp Dax Xie steps out and nails the butt of a flag pole straight into the bridge of Thompson's nose and blood spews from the impact. Dax follows and swing the pole as a samurai would slash with a sword striking Thompson's ribs first on the left then the right then jabbing his ribs hard bring Thompson to his knees bleeding. Looking down at his victim Dax plants the flag and a breeze just off of stage unfurls the Rising Sun of the Japanese National flag.)

FJ: "Damn! Dax is one CRAZY mother-"

HS: "FRANK!!! Anyway, I'm hearing that our cameras have picked up something to your liking."

FJ: "Really? Then let's get to it!"

(The crowd cheers a bit as we see a dark green mini-skirt and a pair of rather attractive legs in heels accompanying them, walking down the hall. As the camera pans out, we see Sienna Harrison walking down the corridor. She seems to just be taking a stroll by herself, but she stops when she spots somebody in an adjacent hall.)

SIENNA: "Oh, hey, Logan!"

(The camera pans over to Logan Alexander, walking out of his locker room, which earns quite a pop from the crowd. Logan smiles a bit and nods to her.)

LOGAN: "Hey."

(Sienna smiles as she walks closer to him.)

SIENNA: "Good luck in your match tonight."

LOGAN: "Ha, thanks. Luck won't have anything to do with it, though, trust me."

(Sienna giggles a bit, as if a schoolgirl, however Logan doesn't seem to notice. Instead, he slowly closes the door of his locker room behind him.)

SIENNA: "Damage, Inc... they're some rough guys. They would love to get in your head or something. I'll tell you what I told Evan. Be careful out there. They like to have the numbers' advantage."

LOGAN: "I am more than prepared for them."

(Logan smirks.)

LOGAN: "Maybe your brother would do better in the future if he prepared for what happens after the match as much as what happens during the match."

(Sienna shrugs a bit.)

SIENNA: "Well, I'll see you later."

LOGAN: "Bye."

(Logan offers another smile and Sienna turns, walking down the hall with a smirk on her face. She turns the corner, however, only to be face-to-face with the Cruiserweight champion. Evan glares at Sienna.)

HEIR: "What in the hell were you talking to Logan for?"

SIENNA: "Wha- what's wrong with it? He's a nice guy."

HEIR: "Nice guy my ass, he's a snake. And you know how much I hate snakes."

(As Heir narrows his eyes, a few chuckles escape the English-speaking portion of the crowd.)

SIENNA: "Oh, and Evan, there's something I need to tell you."

HEIR: "It's gonna have to wait. We have to get ready for my match."

SIENNA: "Evan, I really don't think it can---."

HEIR: "No, it will. Come on."

(Sienna sighs as Evan pulls her through the corridors and the camera fades away from the scene.)

FJ: "Hot mamma! What I wouldn't give to get me a piece of that-"

HS: "Big Apple Asskicker?"

FJ: "Huh?? NO!"

HS: "Well, we're being told that the Big Apple Asskicker, A.C. Smith, has arrived in the arena!"

FJ: "Where he will get his ARSE whooped by the Jester later on this evening!"

HS: "Arse?"

FJ: "This British stuff is catchy."

HS: "Frank, we're in Italy."

FJ: "Oh."

(We switch to the parking lot, where a cab pulls to the curb. Indeed, A.C. Smith steps out of the back to a huge pop from the capacity crowd inside the arena. He grabs his luggage from the cabdriver before shaking his hand and walking inside the building, stopping just shy of his dressing room door and turning towards the camera. He has his notorious glare in those two beady eyes, and he opens his mouth to speak.)

A.C.: "Tonight, it doesn't matter which personality the Jester decides to bring out. Because NONE of them can defeat the Big Apple Asskicker in a No Limits match. I've beaten some of the standardbearers of this division many times. Quade deSade, Jai Williams, Jeff Christianson. Each was overconfident, each fell. Why should the Jester be any different?"

(Smith opens the door to his dressing room before going inside and shutting it as we cut to commercial.)

FJ: "Time for another match!"

HS: "This one being the triple threat match with Evan Heir, Brian Williams, and Nathaniel Henry Lee."

FJ: "SIR Nathaniel Henry Lee GBE, swine!"

(The lights dim when we suddenly hear a series of guitar riffs. We're then introduces to drums, the guitar beat picking up. The fans are on their feet as a green fog surrounds the entrance.)

(Nirvana's "Breed" begins to play and Evan Heir runs out from the fog, dressed in a black sleeveless t-shirt, elbow pads, black pants, decorated with dollar signs and Euro signs. His Cruiserweight championship is no longer its normal design, but instead, it looks like a spinner with a "C" in the center of it, a line going through it, representing an American cent sign. The crowd is roaring, but possibly not just for Evan Heir, but for the fact that several $20 are $50 bills are raining from, seemingly the heavens, upon the audience.)

(Sienna Harrison follows Evan to the ring as he slides into the ring on his knees, removing the Cruiserweight title from his waist and handing it to her. Sienna exits the ring to the apron, blowing kisses to the crowd, also dressed in a green tank top and a green skirt.)

FJ: "Did I ever mention how much I like gree-- Herbie, money!"

(Herb is seen shaking his head in the background as Frank climbs atop the announce table and grabs at the $20, $50 bills that have fallen on the announce table. Evan jumps onto the turnbuckles, raising his signature "V" symbol above his head, screaming into the crowd. He jumps back down to the center of the ring. Evan moves the belt and walks over to the edge of the ring where the timekeeper hands him a microphone. The music dies down and Evan brings the microphone to his lips.)

HEIR: "Over the past month, I've tried to focus on my tasks at hand. Sir Henry and Brian Williams have been my main competition-- or excuses for such-- but there's been one man... Hah... ONE MAN who is determined to ruin everything that I've tried to build. That man is Jason Storm. He wants a Cruiserweight title shot so bad. He thinks he deserves the gold around my waist. He thinks that he's the one on top. Well you know what, Storm?"

(Evan lowers the microphone for a moment, looking at the crowd around him for a while before raising the mic to his lips again.)

HEIR: "No."

(The crowd cheers at Evan's defiance, though Frank seems rather irate.)

FJ: "What a coward!"

HS: "No, let the man speak, Frank."

FJ: "Man?"

HEIR: "Jason Storm, I've watched you lose week after week, while I've been excelling in the ranks of the AWA. I'm the one that got the World title shot, I'm the one that beat Low, the man you could never beat. And you? You claim that you rebuilt the Cruiserweight division... But when? When has this happened? Beating Mark Cross for the title, then defending it one time-- and losing it?! If you're the person who brought it back in business, why am I fighting against two heavyweights tonight instead of defending my Cruiserweight title? Where's my competition? Where's the action you promised me and the AWA, Storm, huh?!"

(Heir is the one that looks irate now.)

HEIR: "If anyone deserves a shot at the Cruiserweight title, it's Orlando Ortega, the man who beat you last week. Or Atlas, someone who's been trying to get back into the groove. After all, I do have quite a knack for bringing old-timers to the present."

(Evan flashes a cheesy wink to the crowd.)

HEIR: "But you won't catch me off my game. Tonight is the biggest night of my career, and the biggest night of the careers of several superstars in the back. So let me ask right now... Who's ready for the match that's gonna steal the show?"

(The crowd gives a large pop.)

HEIR: "DAMNIT, I SAID WHO'S READY?!"

(Heir holds the microphone up above his head and the crowd roars, if only to satisfy our Cruiserweight champion. Evan nods, looking around at the crowd.)

FJ: "Herb, they understand English!"

HS: "...No, Frank."

HEIR: "Ladies and gentlemen, prepare to see the show stolen right from under your asses!"

(Heir drops the microphone and awaits combat.)

(The house lights dim as white lights strobe as the beginning of "Am I Evil?" by Diamond Head blares throughout the arena. After a few seconds, red begins to strobe as NHL walks out from the back curtain. As he comes out through the curtain he spits out water from his mouth and he stands under the red strobe, leaving a hideously evil look about his face. A few seconds later, Henry starts towards the ring. As NHL slowly makes his way to the ring, he ignores the reactions from the crowd as he walks closer and closer to his destination. Henry pauses before he ascends the ring steps and heads into the ring through the top and middle ropes. Henry stands on the bottom rope, pointing to the crowd and cursing the people at ringside. Henry stops jeering and closes his eyes, tipping his head up as if looking at the rafters. After a moment, he opens his eyes, takes in a deep breath, and steps down.)

HS: "Evan Heir and Sir Henry have had a lot of things to say to each other as of late."

FJ: "Yeah, but let's look at these guys. NHL is a legend in the making. Evan Heir is just some kid. He's just the Cruiserweight champ, as Sir Henry pointed out earlier. I think it's going to be a matter of time before he's back on top."

HS: "Some people would argue that the three people in the ring tonight are the past, present, and future in the AWA… Williams being considered the past, but he hopes to change that tonight, and here comes the big man now!"

(The lights go out. As the ominous opening chords begin to build, after a long pause, Smoke billows from the entrance creating an ominous haze as we see the silhouette of the monster atop .the ramp. Slowly he strides towards the ring with the look of malice written upon his face. As Williams proceeds to the ring, towers infernos ignite all around him, he doesn't as much as flinch though, he continues towards the ring with a devoid and sickening expression upon his face and his cold and dead eyes screaming cruelty and suffering. He steps over the ropes and begins his deathly glaring towards his opponent.)

HS: "This match is going to be huge, Frank, I can feel it."

(The lights have returned to normal and the crowd is cheering, beginning an Italian chat as the referee stands between all three men. The camera focuses on the faces of Evan Heir, someone who's smirking and itching for a battle, Sir Henry, someone who looks smug, yet focused, and Brian Williams, who looks indifferent. His presence is intimidating, no doubt.)

FJ: "And…"

HS: "There's the bell!"

DING!

(None of the men move when the bell sounds. Evan licks his lips, wriggling his fingers as he looks at both NHL and Williams. NHL glances at Williams and fakes charging at him, but he turns around and drives a knee into Evan Heir's gut. He brings the Cruiserweight champion to his knees with a club to the back and then knocks him straight to the canvas with a hard European uppercut.)

FJ: "Classic Sir Henry. Always one step ahead."

HS: "Classic, eh?"

(It isn't long before NHL gets up and runs towards Williams this time, jumping up to hit him with a knee to the jaw. Williams side-steps and NHL stumbles away. As he turns, he's met with a hard boot to the chest, courtesy of Brian Williams. NHL is knocked against the ropes. Williams Irish Whips him across the ring. NHL rebounds and walks straight into a Shoulder Back Drop by Brian Williams. NHL holds his back as he's slammed down into it with unbelievable force. He gets up, but Williams is right on him again. He pushes NHL into the turnbuckles and quickly delivers a throat thrust. NHL's legs fly up from the impact and he slumps. Williams backs away, preparing to rush the turnbuckle, but as he backs up, he's met with a Dropkick to the back by Evan Heir. Williams moves forward a bit. NHL takes the opportunity to run forward and take Williams to the ropes with a Clothesline. Evan runs to the ropes, springboards off, and delivers a roundhouse straight to the temple. Williams flips over the top rope, landing with a thud on the apron. As Evan is returning to his feet, NHL grabs him from behind and turns him around. He positions him for a Suplex, but then suddenly delivers a Gutbuster.)

FJ: "Nice move by Sir Henry. He may have just cracked one of Heir's ribs!"

HS: "I'm surprised that the two were able to work together long enough to temporarily take Williams out of the picture."

(NHL delivers hard punches to the gut and torso of Brian Williams as he gets to his feet on the apron, but one powerful shove sends NHL back to the mat. Williams steps over the top rope and quickly grabs NHL by the throat with both hands. He lifts him up and tosses him into the turnbuckles. Williams turns around and grabs Evan Heir by the wrist as he's getting to his feet and Irish Whips him towards NHL, however Evan, thinking quick on his feet, runs up NHL's body and delivers a sharp kick to his face, while at the same time twisting backwards for the Corkscrewer. NHL is taken to the mat, but Williams is able to catch Evan. He turns around and slams him down with a Side Slam. Evan cries out in pain, arching his back. Williams hooks his leg for a pin. The referee slides into make the count of one, but Evan is quick to thrust the shoulder up right after that.)

HS: "Impressive defense by Evan Heir. Very unique, but Williams was simply able to overpower the younger wrestler."

FJ: "Admit it, Herb."

HS: "Admit what?"

FJ: "Williams might just accomplish what he said he was going to do this weekend, and your hero, Evan Heir might not get the job done."

(NHL runs at Williams and catches him off-guard with a running Facebuster. Williams hits the mat hard. NHL taunts the crowd a bit, raising his arms to "get them behind him", but he just laughs when he receives boos. NHL picks Evan Heir up off the ground and turns, swinging him out of the ring and to the floor. NHL chooses to slide out of the ring and follow Evan as opposed to sticking around with Williams as he gets to his feet. NHL grabs Evan by the back of his hair and slams his jaw against the ring apron. Evan seems to be a rag doll for a moment, completely shocked by the move, but delivers a few well-placed elbows to NHL's gut and turns the tables, grabbing him and slamming his head into the apron. NHL stumbles back. Evan jumps onto the apron and positions himself on the middle rope, prepared to springboard off with an Asai Moonsault, but Williams runs to the ropes and hits Evan in the face with a stiff big boot. The crowd groans as Evan falls lifelessly to the mats on the outside.)

FJ: "What a shot! Can we get a replay of that?!"

HS: "That was completely vicious!"

FJ: "That was completely AWESOME!"

(NHL has jumped onto the apron and grabs Williams by his hair, jumping from the apron and catching his neck over the top rope as he pulls him back down. NHL rolls into the ring once more. Williams is rubbing his throat, but doesn't seem as hurt as Lee would have liked him to be. NHL, picking his spot carefully delivers a stomp to one of Brian's kneecaps. Brian backs up, holding his knee and NHL goes for another stomp. Brian is backed into the ropes. NHL delivers one more front-dropkick to the knee of Williams, who topples over and hits the mat from the sheer force of the kick. NHL stands up, grabs both of Williams' legs and to a mixed reaction from the crowd who seem to be more against Williams than Lee, NHL locks Brian Williams in the Indian Deathlock!)

HS: "I haven't seen that in a little while. But it's still effective."

FJ: "Of course it is. Tap out, Brian! Don't let that little punk Heir get the chance to steal a victory."

HS: "Two-faced…"

FJ: "What? WHAAAT?"

(Williams is crawling towards the ropes, inch by inch, but NHL Is grunting, trying to add more power to the hold. Williams finally, through clenched teeth, reaches out and grabs the bottom rope. The referee orders NHL to let go. There are no disqualifications, obviously, so NHL keeps the hold on for a while longer but breaks the hold since he can't get a submission in this way. He drags Williams back to the center of the ring. NHL turns around but is quickly taken to the ground courtesy of a double-leg takedown by Evan Heir. Evan then bridges into a pin, still holding onto NHL's legs. 1…2…No! Kickout. Evan hops to his feet and runs to the other ropes. NHL swings at him for a Clothesline but Evan is able to slide between his legs. He pops up behind NHL and waits for him to turn around. Lee spins on his heel and Evan cracks him in the jaw with the PDA!)

HS: "PDA!"

FJ: "The Public Display of Awesomeness. That might be it right there."

HS: "Evan's going to the top."

(Evan ascends to the top rope and calls for the Million Dollar Shot, but NHL is able to roll out of the ring under the bottom rope. He puts his hand to his bottom lip, which is bleeding a bit. Evan, instead of hopping down from the top rope, remains perched. NHL turns around again and Evan leaps off with a diving cross body to the delight of the crowd. Both Evan and NHL have hit the ground. After a few seconds, Evan gets to his feet. He slides into the ring and charges at Brian Williams as he gets to his feet. Evan jumps onto his shoulders for a Hurricanrana, but instead, he is driven to the mat with a Powerbomb. Sienna bites her lip on the outside. Evan is rolling on the mat and Williams is the only man up. Williams slowly turns and locks eyes with Sienna Harrison. Sienna stares up at him for a moment, but slowly backs away. Williams smiles and steps over the ropes, dropping down to the outside.)

FJ: "Well, he said earlier this week that when his opponents were down, he'd take his liberties with that hot sister of Evan's."

HS: "This is disgusting. He needs to stop stalking the girl."

(Sienna backs away, pleading for Williams to get back in the ring. The referee also shouts orders at Williams. He takes longer strides towards Sienna and steps over NHL to get to her--- but NHL delivers a Low Blow to Williams.)

FJ: "Haha! Sir Henry was playing possum! I love it!"

(NHL grabs Williams by his arm and swings him with unthinkable force into the steel ring steps. Williams hits the steps with his legs and flips over them, landing on the ground. NHL is quick to slide into the ring once again. Evan had gotten to his feet and charges NHL to hit him with kicks and punches, but NHL is able to counter with a gouge to the eyes, taking every opportunity to get the upperhand possible. Evan instinctively throws a hand over his aching eye. NHL slides behind him and nails a picture perfect neckbreaker. Evan pushes himself to his feet and walks into a toe kick to the abdomen. He bends over and NHL bounces off of the ropes, coming at Evan again, delivering a knee to his jaw. Evan spins and lands on his back. NHL sinks down to his knees and mounts Evan Heir. He hits him with a few punches to the head and neck area, but Evan wisely attempts to cover up. NHL uses his hand to push down on Evan's throat and choke him. Evan kicks his legs and attempts to break the choke hold, but NHL breaks it himself. He picks Evan up by his hair and swings him into the turnbuckle corner. He charges forward and takes Evan down into a seated position with a Clothesline before dragging him to the center of the ring, going out to the apron, and climbing up to the top rope.)

HS: "Looks like Henry's going for a little bit of high risk right here!"

FJ: "This might not be the best idea!"

HS: "Why?"

FJ: "Look!"

(Williams is now on the apron. He pushes NHL off of the top turnbuckle and to the canvas. Both NHL and Evan are up. Williams has stepped over the top rope. Realizing that they need to take the bigger man out first, NHL and Evan Heir run at Brian Williams, but are both shoved backwards. NHL is on his hands and knees, recovering from the maneuver but Evan takes advantage of his position and runs off of NHL's back, jumping up and nailing Williams with a calf kick to the head that takes him to the mat. As Evan is getting back to his feet, however, NHL launches him backwards with a German Suplex. Evan is folded up like an "accordion" and NHL quickly goes to work on Williams. He pummels him with fists as he gets to his feet and then Irish Whips him towards the ropes. Williams is quick to reverse the toss and sends NHL to the ropes instead. NHL comes back to Williams and is thrown backwards Flapjack-style across the top rope. NHL is suspended on the top rope for a moment and then taken down to the mat with a DDT. He holds his head as he gets up once more. Williams signals for the end to the crowd and grabs NHL from behind in a Reverse DDT position. Before he could spin and hit the Morbid Reality, however, NHL drops down to a seated position, slipping away from Williams. Evan and NHL are both back up to their feet. Each grab an arm of Williams and Irish Whip him across the ring. Williams holds onto the ropes before he rebounds back to the two, however. Evan charges at Williams anyway and Dropkicks the knee that he saw NHL working on earlier in the match. NHL follows suit, sliding to the outside of the ring and tripping Williams up, pulling his leg in an incredibly awkward position against the ring apron.)

HS: "Henry won't be getting a submission that way."

FJ: "Yeah, but he's going to put a lot of pressure on that leg!"

(Finally NHL releases the hold and allows Evan to drag Williams back to the center of the ring. Evan measures the distance between Williams and the ropes a bit before he runs to the ropes and springboards off with an elbow to the knee area of Williams. Williams lets out a gasp of pain for the first time in this match. NHL has rejoined his opponents in the ring. He seems to be shouting orders to Evan Heir. After a brief argument between the two, NHL points to the turnbuckles. Evan hesitantly ascends to the top rope. NHL has Williams lying on his back and Williams' injured leg positioned across his arched knee so it's elevated. Evan jumps from the top rope and simply drives both of his feet into Brian's knee. Brian Williams clutches his knee in pain and NHL shoves him off. Evan turns around and blocks a punch by NHL. Lee is caught off guard and stumbles back into the ropes. Evan delivers a sudden snap suplex. The crowd begins to cheer as Evan pops his hips and lifts NHL up to hit a second suplex. Both men lie still for a moment, but one final time, Evan twists his hips and delivers a powerful Suplex. NHL lies on his back and Evan pushes him onto his stomach. Suddenly, Evan slaps NHL in the back of the head and locks in… The Penalty!)

FJ: "What?!"

HS: "Whoa!"

FJ: "As if Heir wasn't already a thief, now he just stole Sir Henry's Penalty finisher!"

(NHL writhes in pain at the hands of his own move, but it's only seconds before Evan Heir breaks it and hops to his feet to charge at Brian Williams, whom is returning to his feet. Williams easily avoids Evan and tosses him over the top rope and onto the apron, but lifting the wrestler simply puts more weight on his knee. Williams falls forward to his knees. NHL, shaking off the stretch from earlier, delivers a knee to the back of Williams' head, knocking him onto the mat and then locks in the Penalty himself.)

FJ: "There, Herb. THERE'S how it's supposed to be."

(It takes a while for NHL to get the hold onto his larger opponent, but within seconds, he has it in. Williams once again tries to crawl towards the ropes, but noticeably has less energy than before. Evan Heir is stirring on the outside and Williams is crawling slowly towards the ropes, but each push having less energy than before. He seems to be fading. Evan finally gets into the ring, crawling over the bottom rope. He pulls Henry off of Williams. Henry kicks Evan away from him and stands up. The two grab at each other, but it's NHL that avoids Evan this time. He nails a snap Spinebuster. Evan clutches his head on the mat. NHL looks around for Brian Williams. He sees that Williams is limping with his back to the ring on the outside. NHL bounces off of the ropes and charges forward. As Williams turns around, NHL launches himself out of the ring and hits a Suicide Dive. Williams and NHL both crash onto the ramp on the outside.)

HS: "What a move by Nathaniel Henry Lee!"

FJ: "He may have just taken himself and Williams out of the picture with this one. I think they knocked heads."

HS: "I think you may be right."

(NHL's lip is busted even more and blood is dripping down his chin as he pushes himself up, delivering a single shot to Brian's jaw. He backs up the ramp and helps Williams to his feet. NHL grabs Williams to Irish Whip him towards the barricades to the side of the ramp, but Williams is able to muster up any energy he has left and take NHL down with a short-arm clothesline. NHL's head slams into the ramp and he begins to crawl slowly away from Williams. Brian Williams reaches down and picks NHL up, positioning him on his shoulder. With one loud cry, he runs forward, practically sprinting up the ramp and slams NHL down onto the steel. NHL cries out, shaking after the impact. Williams is once again tending to his knee. He can barely seem to stand on it. A certain someone takes notice of this. Out of nowhere, Evan Heir slides up the ramp with a chair in hand and slams it into the back of Brian's knee. Brian Williams goes to the ground quickly. Evan raises the chair above his head and slams it down on Brian's leg a second time.)

FJ: "Why isn't the referee doing anything about this?!"

HS: "There are no disqualifications in a triple threat match."

FJ: "Why am I not surprised?"

(Evan tosses the chair down to the ramp and goes to work on Brian Williams. He picks up both of his legs and turns him over, trying to lock in a Sharpshooter. And eventually… he locks it in! Brian Williams is caught in a submission on the ramp. Evan leans back, trying to put as much pressure on the man as he possibly can. Williams has nowhere to go, but Evan can simply not win the match on the outside. Within seconds, NHL has picked up the chair, got to his feet, and he swings at Evan's head. Evan ducks under the chair and drops Brian's legs. NHL turns around and swings at Evan again. Evan catches the chair and grips it in his hands. He pulls NHL towards him and pushes the chair into his face. NHL holds his jaw, bouncing back a bit. Evan grabs NHL and Irish Whips him up to the stage entrance. NHL slams into it viciously and backs up. He and Evan are both exchanging punches at the edge of the stage now.)

HS: "This is a dangerous predicament here."

FJ: "It would make my night if Evan took a couple steps to the left…"

HS: "You enjoy violence, don't you?"

FJ: "It's a wrestling match for God's sake!"

(Evan hits NHL with a single punch. NHL reels back and delivers another one to Evan. He follows up with a knee to the abdomen. The two are dangerously close to the edge of the stage by now. Evan walks into a facelock by NHL. NHL signals for a SlapShot. The crowd cheers, as they know what's soon to happen… A potential SlapShot off the stage. NHL lifts Evan up, but Evan is able to pull himself back down and out of the hold. He grabs NHL's legs and rolls back, catapulting him through the air--- right into a sickening chair shot from Brian Williams. NHL hits the mat helplessly and the crowd is on their feet. Evan charges at Williams again, but is also met with a steel chair to the face. Williams tosses the bent, dented chair to the ground and lifts Evan above his head in a Military Press position, walking down to the ring. Instead of stopping at the ropes, Williams eyes Sienna for a bit, who instinctively backs away. Williams walks straight to the Italian announce table and pulls the logo cover and the monitors from it before dropping Evan back-first across the table. He climbs onto it along with Evan and applies a standing Headscissors.)

HS: "Oh my God, not a Piledriver through the table."

FJ: "He's going to end this kid's career!"

HS: "Would you stop sounding so excited? Someone has to stop this!"

(Williams begins to lift Evan up for the Piledriver, but instead, Evan delivers a sharp low blow. Williams holds his groin and bends over. This gives Evan enough time to jump up and hit a sharp Enzuigiri. Williams crashes down onto the table back-first and Evan rolls into the ring, only to climb back up to the top turnbuckle. Perched like a bird on a tree, Evan stands up to full-extent. Camera bulbs flash and the fans rise to their feet in unison with the Cruiserweight champion.)

FJ: "Oh lord."

HS: "Well, he said he was going to steal the show!"

(Evan leaps from the top rope and nails the Million Dollar Shot across the ribs of Brian Williams, through the announce table! Both men fall through the broken heap of wood and wires while the crowd goes into a frenzy in the stadium. Herb and Frank both seem speechless. Another Italian chant starts as the referee examines both Williams and Evan, attempting to determine if he should take some sort of action. Evan and Brian Williams lie on the cement, breathing heavily. As the camera zooms in, we see that Evan has blood pouring from his nose from when he was hit with the chair. Sienna has her hands over her mouth on the side of the ring as she looks at the two men lying motionless on the remains of the announce table.)

HS: "Sir Henry is on his feet."

FJ: "Thank God. Some order around here."

(NHL has returned to his feet, just as bloody as Evan as he walks down the ramp, looking more upset than angry. He apparently doesn't realize what just happened and has a mix of shock and delight on his face when he discovers his opponents lying on the ground. Evan is stirring first, so NHL goes for Williams and rolls him into the ring under the bottom rope. He throws himself on top of the monster and hooks his leg for the pin. The referee slides into the pinning position.)

ONE!
TWO!
THRE---

HS: "A kickout!"

FJ: "My God!"

(NHL sighs and slams his hand against the mat. He pushes Williams away from him and goes outside to grab Evan Heir, who is trying desperately to get to his knees. NHL launches Evan back-first into the steel post. Evan falls to his knees, not having enough energy to groan from the move. He's rolled into the ring under the bottom rope as well and also pinned. NHL makes the cover again.)

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!

FJ: "He did it! Sir Henry won the match!"

HS: "No he didn't, Frank, look."

(NHL is screaming at the referee as the referee points to Evan's foot on the bottom rope.)

HS: "Good ring presence there by the young Heir."

FJ: "Bah! It's a conspiracy."

(NHL grabs Evan by his arm and lifts him up. He positions him on his shoulders and walks to the center of the ring before slamming him down with a Fireman's Carry DDT. NHL then walks back over to Brian Williams and lifts him up as well. He wraps Brian's arms within the top and middle ropes of the ring. NHL pounds away at Brian Williams with punches and chops. The referee tells NHL to stop, however he obviously can't disqualify him here. Brian Williams seems to be getting weaker with each strike. NHL finally backs away from him and then hits him with a hard stomp to the midsection. The impact knocks Williams' arms out of the ropes and Williams walks forward. NHL goes for another punch. Williams blocks the punch and delivers a throat thrust instead. NHL falls to the ground quickly. Williams turns around and---)

HS: "Oh, look!"

(Evan springboards off of the ropes and out of nowhere delivers the Bank-Rupture, driving his knees into Brian's back. He pushes Williams off of him and covers him. 1…2…No! Williams gets a shoulder up, and with authority. Evan gets up, looking shocked, but is turned around and kicked in the midsection. NHL finally delivers the SlapShot! NHL hooks Evan's leg for the cover. 1…2…No! Evan gets the shoulder up right before the three. NHL stands up as well and Evan rolls out of the ring. Brian takes advantage of NHL having his back turned, and already up, delivers the Morbid Reality!)

HS: "Morbid Reality! Morbid Reality by Williams!"

(Before Williams can get the pin, Evan Heir rolls Brian Williams out of the ring. As Brian turns around, Sienna rams the Cruiserweight championship into his skull. Brian topples over and Sienna puts her hands on her hips, muttering something down to Williams, to the delight of the crowd. Evan has hopped up onto the apron and climbs to the top rope, very slowly, losing quite a bit of blood. He jumps off and connects with the Million Dollar Shot across the chest of NHL.)

HS: "Million Dollar Shot here by Evan Heir!"

FJ: "NO!"

(The crowd counts along with the referee as Evan hooks one leg for the cover.)

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!

DING!
DING!
DING!

HS: "What a match! What a match!"

FJ: "Why are you repeating yourself so much?"

HS: "Evan Heir has just stolen a victory right out from under Brian Williams' feet here in Milan!"

FJ: "THIEF!"

(Sienna joins Evan in the ring as the two celebrate. She raises his hand in the air. Evan doesn't seem as ecstatic as she does. Evan finds it hard to keep his balance and falls to his knees before rolling out of the ring.)

FJ: "Damn! Damn British getting screwed over! It's almost like the 1780s all over again!"

HS: "Ladies and gentlemen, yesterday at the Park Hyatt Milan hotel, the AWA helds its annual awards show and banquet. Awards were given out in eight categories, and we will now take you back to last night to find out who the fans voted for in two of the categories."

(We cut into the banquet hall at Park Hyatt Milan, where pretty much the entire AWA roster and front office is gathered, almost everyone wearing their finest suits and gowns. Herb Summers, in a black tuxedo, is our MC of the night, and he's standing behind the podium on the elevated stage.)

HS: "Ladies and gentlemen, here to present the award for Comeback of the Year, Atlas Johansson!"

(The audience claps politely as Atlas makes his way onto the stage.)

ATLAS: "Making a successful comeback to the AWA is not an easy task. I can attest to that. Some people fail trying to regain their former glory. Some people, however, manage to make a comeback and even eclipse their former glory. Making a comeback can either mean returning from an injury or from a long absence, but also from a long career downphase. Here are the nominess for Comeback of the Year..."

..."The Legendary Low"...

..."'Hot Shot' Ray Owens"...

..."'The Senational' Brian Stevens"...

..."Snake"...

..." and Javex Valerius"...

"And the winner is..."

(Atlas removes an envelopw from his sports coat's pocket, opens it, and doesn't look exactly pleased.)

ATLAS: "'The Sensational' Brian Stevens!"

(A few people clap, but the majority of the people in attendance boo as a triumphant Brian Stevens gets up from his chair and high fives his fellow Damage, Inc. member Sir Nathaniel Henry Lee and The Legendary Low. He then makes his way onto the stage, grabbing the plaque, but totally ignoring Atlas in the process. Stevens begins to speak with a huge smile on his face. He has the World title belt in his right hand as he begins to speak.)

STEVENS: "A few months ago, my career in this company was on the line. My LEGACY in this company was on the line! EVERYTHING I built and worked for and BLED for in the past two years…it hinged on this one moment on March 18! Everybody thought I was done. Everybody thought I was just a flash in the pan. Fast Forward to now! BRIAN FUCKING STEVENS! A man that everyone thought was DONE! I was counted out! Cast aside! Told that I didn't matter anymore! I was told that I wasn't the Brian Stevens I used to be! Here I am. Defying the odds once again! I hold this title up, the same one that tells the entire WORLD that I am the best there is at what I do! I proudly and defiantly decree myself as CHAMPION! And I have been for the past 160 days. OF COURSE this is the Comeback of teh Year. Tomorrow night, I will retain this title, and then the RECORD is mine. BELIEVE THAT, Williams!"

("Jet Black New Year" begins to play as Stevens raises both his plaque and the World title belt. He leaves the stage mostly to a chorus of boos and returns to his table to shake hands with Low and NHL.)

HS: "Love him or hate him, Brian Stevens most certainly has been on a roll lately. Anyway, ladies and gentlemen, it is time for the Breakthrough of the Year award. Several men have won this award in the past and one of them is here to present it tonight. Please welcome to the stage, Logan Alexander."

(The people in attendance cheer and applaud as Logan Alexander walks onto the stage in a suit. He gives Herb a nod and then walks behind the podium.)

LA: "How's everybody doing tonight? We all seem well-dressed…"

(Logan chuckles a bit as the crowd responds positively and applauds again, save a few AWA wrestlers sitting in the front rows of the audience.)

LA: "It wasn't long ago that I held this award, walking off the stage as the newcomer of the year. Hell, it was just two years ago that Nathaniel Henry Lee won this award and took his own career to greater heights. I tried to follow suit and do the same and hopefully the people nominated here tonight won't just take this for granted and they can live up to their expectations."

(The crowd cheers again.)

LA: "So whether you want to call it rookie of the year, newcomer of the year, or breakthrough, a name is about to go down in history. Here are your nominees…

..."Mark 'The Dragon' Cross"…

..."Gabriel..."

..."Evan Heir"...

..."The Jester"...

..."and 'The Future' Jason Storm"...

(LA flashes the envelope to the camera and a stereotypical drum roll begins as he slowly opens the envelope. He pulls it out of the card and reads the name.)

LA: "And the winner is… Your AWA Cruiserweight Champion, Evan Heir."

(The crowd cheers again. Evan stands up, smiling as he walks towards the stage. Evan is dressed up, a pair of sunglasses resting in the collar of his shirt. He gets up to the stage and shakes Logan's hand. The two look into each other's eyes for a moment, though keeping things very professional. Logan smirks and backs away. Evan turns to the podium.)

HEIR: "I don't know what to say. I'm not good with speeches. I'm good at talking a lot, I'm good at talking trash, but I'm not good with acceptance speeches, no matter how big or small. So thanks to everyone that supported me, thanks to the AWA, my family, of course God, and thanks to those who didn't want to see me succeed, because that gives me something else to laugh about a few years from now. Here's to hoping for a long, successful future in the AWA."

(Evan leaves it at that and the crowd applauds once more as he and Logan exit the stage.)

EARLIER TONIGHT…

(The camera suddenly pans to the back where we see the star on the door of a locker room. The name on the star reads ‘Orlando Ortega'. The crowd erupts in cheers at the site of the name, but that pales in comparison to the site of the man standing outside the door. It's not Ortega, it's not even Larry Porter, but rather, it's AWA superstar and fan favorite, Javex Valerius.)

HS: "THAT'S JAVEX! Javex is here in Milan tonight!"

FJ: "What's he doing outside Ortega's locker room? I knew those two were a little light in their spats if you know what I'm saying?"

HS: "Shut up, Frank!"

(Javex, having wisely paused to wait for the fan reaction to quell, knocks on the door and then lets himself in.) OOO: "HERMANO! You came!" JAVEX: "Of course I came. Would I miss the biggest show in the world? Besides, I LOVE Italy!"

(Cheap pop.)

OOO: "Yeah, I know what you mean. The people are great, the city is beautiful, and best of all, the food is… well let's just say I probably have gained ten pounds in two days!"

JAVEX: "I agree whole heartedly. But listen, that's not exactly why I'm here tonight."

OOO: "Oh?"

JAVEX: "Listen bro, there's something I wanted to talk to you about."

OOO: "Oy ve!"

JAVEX: "Hey, that's copyrighted buddy! That'll be thirteen cents please. HA! No, seriously, though, this is important."

OOO: "I'm listening."

JAVEX: "I just wanted to make sure that you keep your focus out there tonight."

OOO: "Oh, I will."

JAVEX: "Now, wait a minute. Just hear me out. You see, you and I have had our ups and downs, but we've always been tight."

OOO: "You're like a brother to me, man. I love you."

JAVEX: "But not in a gay way, right?"

OOO: "Maybe a little."

JAVEX: "OY VE! You see, that's how you say it!"

OOO: "ORLY?"

JAVEX: "QUITE RLY! But seriously, man. C'mon, jokes aside. I just wanted to let you know that I believe in you dude. But, I'm more concerned about how you're handling this whole situation with Atlas. I know you're a proud guy, and all, but Atlas is your friend. Are you really going to let your pride get in the way of your friendship?"

OOO: "You saw what has happened! He keeps butting into my business! I don't need some damn saviour!"

JAVEX: "Don't get upset with me, man. I just want you to listen to what I have to say. Whether or not you choose to listen to me is your thing, I understand what you're going through. We're still tight, dude."

OOO: "Yeah, I know man. But really, the ball is in his court. He put himself in this situation. I don't want to have to beat him, but I probably will have no choice. I am going to win tonight, not matter what."

JAVEX: "At any cost?"

OOO: "Damn right."

JAVEX: "That's what I was afraid of."

OOO: "Huh?"

JAVEX: "Nothing man. Listen, thanks for listening. I'm going to go find Linzy and get our seats. Good luck out there tonight."

OOO: "Thanks, man. I'll be looking for ya, eh?"

JAVEX: "I'll be the one with the big ass sign that says ‘ORLANDO ORTEGA OWES ME $.13'"

(The two share a chuckle before Javex Valerius leaves Ortega to get himself prepped. He closes the door behind him and shakes his head in disappointment. The fans cheer loudly as they hear the gears turning and the Plexiglass Revolutionary Room is lowered from the ceiling. The AmeriTron begins flashing and everyone turns their attention towards it. A loud voice begins to boom over the P.A.)

"When two worlds collide, which shall prevail? One woman, a warrior at heart, determined to enforce her will upon the world, has taken it upon herself to change the future of this sport. Enter Nancy Ensslin and her Radical Movement for the Improvement of Professional Wrestling..."

ENSSLIN: "The Radical Movement for Improvements in Professional Wrestling, the RMPIW, declares war on the corporate powers and all its sympathizers in the AWA. Soon, everybody will see the truth. You are either with The Cause or against The Cause, but you will be affected BY The Cause. Mister Gray, corporate pigs, spineless sympathizers, your end is imminent!"

(The voice heard is that of Nancy Ensslin on her AWA debut.)

"The enemy declares war. They strike first..."

ENSSLIN: "For those who don't remember me, next Sunday night will have a feature on me detailing my previous appearances in the AWA, what I stand for and what I have come here for. My name is Nancy Ensslin and I am The Leader of The Revolution. The Radical Movement for Improvements in Professional Wrestling has arrived in the AWA. Commando 'May 14' has been a full success. Offensive '07 has started. The Cause is underway. KILL WHAT KILLS YOU!"

(Nancy Ensslin and her huge entourage of masked men all raise their fists in the air and shout "WHOOOO!", as Travis Gray lies in a pool of his own blood in the middle of the ring. "L'Internationale" starts playing over the PA system and Nancy Ensslin and the men with her inside the ring start singing along.)

"The battle lines are drawn…"

(Suddenly we hear a familiar voice.)

GRAY: "…You are just an annoyance, Ensslin, you don't contribute ANYTHING to the AWA. So I challenge you to a match at Classic. You win, I resign. I win, you resign. Simple as that."

ENSSLIN: "I knew it would come to this some day, Gray. And I am going to take you up on your challenge. But on one condition."

GRAY: "What condition?"

ENSSLIN: "It was built for a reason, Gray... The Revolutionary Room!"

(Gray smiles as he hears those words.)

GRAY: "You're on."

(Gray drops the microphone as "Hail To The Chief" begins to play.)

"And now, the final battle will ensue. Only one person can win and to the victor go the spoils. Ladies and gentlemen… The Revolutionary Room."

HS: "It's now time for the Revolutionary Room! The fate of the American Wrestling Alliance is at stake!"

FJ: "Have you thought about what might happen if Nancy Ensslin wins?"

(The Plexiglass has been lowered and already Nancy Ensslin is inside, holding a microphone. She stands in army fatigues, her face is covered in various shade of camo-green with her blonde hair pulled behind her in a ponytail. She has camo-pants on as well, with steel toed commando boots, and a green tank top. The most noticeable feature of Ensslin, though, aside from her painted face, is the ammunition belt she wears around her waist. Immediately, it can be noted that every single pocket is full. With what remains to be seen.)

ENSSLIN: "Arise, you prisoners of starvation!
Arise, you wretched of The Earth!
For justice thunders condemnation:
A better World's…

(Ensslin's song is humorously cut off by 'Hail To The Chief' as the crowd erupts in cheers. Travis Gray, AWA President, storms from the back wearing a pair of blue jeans and a blank tank top. Gray is noticeably well built and has a look of sincere determination on his face. He climbs up the steps into the ring as the referee begins to go over the rules with the two. Gray interrupts him and tells him to 'just lock the damn door', and he obliges, dragging Ensslin's microphone out with him by the cord. Clickit… the door is locked. Travis Gray and Nancy Ensslin are sealed inside the Revolutionary Room.)

HS: "Travis Gray of the American Wrestling Alliance versus Nancy Ensslin of the Radical Movement for the Improvement of Pro Wrestling; control over the company is at stake here. This could be the last time we see Travis Gray in the AWA!"

FJ: "I have to say, maybe the AWA is in need of a change, now. You know, to mix things up a bit. Would it be so bad to see the RMIPW controlling the AWA as they had planned?"

HS: "YES! Hell, they might fire you, Frank!"

FJ: "Nuh uh, I just signed a three year extension!"

HS: "That doesn't ma… wait a minute, what? Three years? I've been trying to secure my contract through next year! I need to make a phone call…"

FJ: "I guess the company realizes that Frank Jackson is irreplaceable!"

HS: "This can't be happening."

(Travis Gray stands menacing over Ensslin, yet is clearly frustrated at this endeavor. There, standing before him, is a slight woman, not one hundred fifty pounds, with a look that screams 'I'm going to kill you'. Right away, Ensslin reaches into her ammo belt and pulls out a tiny aluminum can, seemingly harmless. At least, until she aims it at Gray's face and unleashes a stream of hell fire in the form of mace. Gray ducks out of the way, and the attack avoids his eyes, mostly, but the point was made and the lines have been drawn in the sand by Nancy. She empties the can onto Gray's back, uselessly, and then tosses it aside. Afterwards, she immediately takes Gray down with a chop block. Travis, having a professional wrestling background, quickly rolls back up to his feet, where Nancy is reaching right into her 'bag of tricks'. Gray quickly grabs Nancy and puts her in a full Nelson, hoping to calm her down a bit, but instead she lashes out with her teeth and bites his bicep. She then stomps on Gray's toes with her steel toed combat boots, grinding it in, which causes Gray to release the hold. She wheels around and swiftly kicks Gray in the groin. He catches her boot, though, and executes a standing dragon screw, which launches the light Nancy. She hits the ground with a little force, but it doesn't slow her down any, as she gets onto all fours and unloads with a mule kick to Gray's knee. This brings the AWA President down to his other knee, and she then mule kicks him in the chest, aiming for his face. Her heel manages to catch Gray in the lip, busting it open. He rolls backward and to his feet, pressing his thumb up to his lip, checking for blood, of which there is plenty.)

FJ: "Why doesn't Travis Gray stand in there and fight like a man?"

HS: "Because he's not fighting a man, Frank!"

FJ: "Yes, but it never mattered to Gray in the past if he was violent to women."

HS: "Things change, Frank. People change."

FJ: "Well, if Gray keeps playing the 'nice guy', he's going to cost himself a job!"

HS: "I think he wants to try and talk some sense into Nancy Ensslin!"

FJ: "A futile effort, to be sure."

HS: "I hope for Gray's case, and the sake of the AWA, that isn't true."

(Ensslin pulls out a pair of gauze scissors and holds them high into the air, before she charges at Travis Gray like a mad woman from a low-budget slasher film, unleashing a guttural roar as she does; but Gray simply drops down to his knees and tosses Nancy over with a fireman's carry takeover. The move causes her to relinquish her weapon, which Gray picks up and tosses between a turnbuckle and the corner of the Plexiglas cage. Ensslin, though, has rolled to her feet by the time Gray can even turn around, and he's met with a huge slap in the face. The move does little more than make a loud noise and leave a bright red handprint on Gray's face, who now glares at Ensslin with anger. She rears back to slap again, but Gray catches her arm in mid-air, which gets a cheer from the fans. He quickly grabs her by the wrist and grabs her other arm, now holding both her wrists in his right hand, holding her above his head, nearly lifting her off the mat. Ensslin, though, shows no fear, and unloads with a knee right to Gray's groin. This time, she connects, and Gray not only lets go of Ensslin, he drops to the mat in the fetal position, in pain.)

FJ: "I think that got his attention! There is no reasoning with this woman. You saw her, she's crazier than a flea in the rain. She's loonier than a cat at a Chinese buffet. She's a few French fries short of a Happy Meal."

HS: "Ok, Frank! We get it!"

FJ: "Geez, you're crankier than a rattlesnake with no tail."

(Nancy allows little recoup time for Gray, as she stomps on him on the mat. She takes her boot and grates it into Gray's throat, choking him. Gray reaches up and jerks her leg away, causing her to fall to the mat and allowing himself to roll to his feet. She, too, rolls to her feet, and leaps at him. He catches her, and she straddles his waist, before she begins pulling at his hair, wildly. He lets her go, but she has locked on with her legs now, and Gray struggles to grab her hands. She begins scratching at Gray's forehead with her nails. Gray tries to swat her back, but to no avail. She then clubs Gray in both ears, which infuriates him, and Gray proceeds to slam Ensslin down with a wicked spinebuster. Gray drops down to one knee after the move to catch his breath and regain his focus. He rubs his forehead and the camera focuses on the series of tiny, finger nail width gashes all over his head. Gray shakes the cobwebs and then nonchalantly goes over to Nancy, who is slowly coming to, and the President applies a very professional triangle choke, intent on causing her to pass out. She struggles to free herself, but Gray roars at her to 'let go' of her consciousness, so that he can end this travesty that is a match. She refuses to quit, though, and instead fumbles through her belt, slipping in and out of a choke induced trance, before finally pulling out a tazer!)

HS: "What the hell?"

FJ: "Oh no, don't do that!"

(ZZZAAAPPP! CRACKLE! ZZZAAAPPP! CRACKLE! Smoke rises from Travis Gray's uncontrollably spasming leg as both Gray and Ensslin lie on the mat, all of their muscles in aching, electrocuted pain.)

HS: "That mad woman! She's completely insane! She just tazed President Gray, and at the same time, shocked herself too!"

FJ: "What'd I tell you?

(The fans are simultaneously appalled and thrilled at the carnage they just witnessed, as Gray and Ensslin slowly begin to come to. Gray limps to his feet, his leg still in tremendous pain, and Gray does the same as well. There is no quit in this woman, and try as Gray might, he cannot keep her down by conventional logical methods. The expression on his face tells us that he's simply tired of screwing around with her, and what he does next proves this. Nancy tries to swing at Gray, but he is very ready, and he blocks the move and picks her up in a scoop slam. Instead of allowing her to recover, hoping to persuade her to reason, he places a knee into her throat, trying again to choke her out, this time much more forcefully. After a few moments of resilience, Gray pulls Ensslin to her feet and whips her into the corner. She blocks the impact and looks behind her to see Gray running after. She lifts one of her boots up in another mule kick, but this time Gray is prepared, and he merely grabs her into an ankle lock, which he easily grapevines on the slight Nancy.)

HS: "Travis Gray has seen enough. He's beginning to wrestle her now, rather than try and merely defend himself."

FJ: "Still, though, I don't think this strategy is going to stop that mad bitch, either!"

(Frank is right, because instead of even thinking of tapping out, Nancy lunges her steel toed boot back into Gray. Her slight frame also proves to be more flexible than one would think, as she literally rolls herself over, nearly twisting her ankle a full one eighty degrees. She then heels Travis in the stomach and chest, which causes him to release the move altogether and roll back to redevelop a new strategy. Gray looms in on Ensslin, who is slowly coming to her feet, but doesn't see the object she hides well that she pulls from her utility belt. It is a powder ball, which she launches right into Gray's eyes, temporarily blinding him. This seems to be the moment Ensslin was waiting for all match, because she suddenly charges at Travis and literally tackles the much larger man to the ground with a Lou Thesz press. The fact that his equilibrium was off without his sight helped. Nancy begins scratching and clawing at Gray while mounted on him, instead of the usual ground and pound, and small streaks of blood begin seeping through on his face and forearms, which are held up trying to block the attacks. Nancy lets out a primal scream with her offense, which seems to awaken Gray. He suddenly lashes out, his eyes red from both anger and the powder, and grabs her by the throat. He squeezes and she gets the message. For the first time all match, Nancy Ensslin looks anxious. She looks worried. She looks afraid. Gray easily moves her off of him and, still holding tight to her throat, he climbs to his feet, pulling her along.)

FJ: "There's the Travis Gray I've been looking for! Get her, Travis!"

HS: "This all could have been prevented if only she would have listened to reas… wait a minute? What is going on?"

FJ: "It's Ensslin's goons! It's the RMIPW!"

(Suddenly, eight large face painted men bumrush the ring and quickly take out the referee, stomping him into unconsciousness. One of the henchmen pulls the keys from the beaten ref's pocket and uses it to open the Revolutionary Room. Gray has leg go of Ensslin by now, who has crawled to a nearby corner and pulled herself up, laughing now at her seeming triumph. The men enter the room and Gray tries valiantly to fight them off, even knocking one man out with a huge haymaker, but the numbers game soon comes into play, and all eight of them begin laying the boots to Gray. The man that Gray knocked down reaches down and holds Gray's arms back, allowing the seven other men to takes turns stomping him in the stomach. When it comes time for Gray's captor to execute his assault, he pulls the President to his feet and grabs him around the throat much like Gray had done to Ensslin. But before he can go any further, the fans roar with cheers as two of the men are instantly taken out.)

HS: "IT'S AC SMITH! AC has come to help the President! Get 'em AC!"

FJ: "Herb, there are just too many. He needs help himself!"

HS: "Smith might be doing nothing more than hindering himself before his match against Jester later tonight. By being out here by Gray's side, he might be sacrificing the No Limits Championship!"

(Indeed, this proves to be true, because, although AC Smith manages to take Gray's captor out with a quick chokeslam, the rest of the men jump in and once again, a stomping ensues. But wait? There is help after all, and its very surprising indeed. Orlando Ortega, whose tense history with AC has been well documented, has joined the fracas. He takes out a henchmen with his HellStrike. SMACK! Ortega kips up to his feet and charges and dives into the mass of bodies hovering over AC Smith. They fall like bowling pins. But this success is short lived, because with AC and Gray still down, Orlando Ortega, as big as his heart is, is still no match for eight men. Two of the henchmen lift Ortega up and throw him like a rag doll into the side of the Plexiglass barrier, sending him crashing down.)

HS: "Oh, Ortega tried to help AC and Gray, but he too did little. This is madness! Someone has to stop these men."

FJ: "Why did Ortega come out to help AC anyway?"

(Ortega, Gray and AC are very outnumbered, but the numbers game takes a serious dent when the young Evan Heir charges into the Revolutionary Room. The fans erupt in roars, thinking this has to even up the odds now. Two henchmen per one AWA star? That's good odds for the AWA. Oh, but Ortega is out cold in a piled heap against the Plexiglass, Gray is barely moving, and AC Smith simply can't fight them off enough. Evan Heir leaps off a turnbuckle and takes a few guys out with a flying senton, he calls it the Million Dollar Shot. But before he can even get to his feet, two more henchmen begin laying the boots into him. With Ortega out cold, it's an eight on three assault. The fans are getting sickened. Nancy Ensslin is directing them all like puppets, being sure they keep a continuing assault on Travis Gray. It seems no one will be able to help. One of the henchmen pulls Gray to his feet and Nancy hands another something from her belt. Closer inspection reveals that it's a Bowie knife! They are going to cut the President. They might even try to kill him! Someone has to put a stop to this madness. That someone is…)

HS: "OH MY GOD! IT'S KING FUCKING CHOZEN!"

FJ: "What? NO WAY ! CHOZEN IS HERE! CHOZEN SPEAR!"

(Chozen folds the man wielding the knife in half. He won't be getting up under his own power this century. All of Milan is literally on their feet, cheering. K-F-C! K-F-C! The Italian fans may know little English, but they certainly know those three letters. Chozen levels another henchmen with a clothesline, and now the odds are much more even. AC Smith is inspired by seeing the AWA legend and he roars loudly, taking out several henchmen of his own. Evan Heir kicks one in the gut and takes him out with a rare ¾ turn sit down neckbreaker. Travis Gray shoves a henchman off of him and clotheslines him to the mat, searching the ring for Ensslin. He eyes her, and heads in her direction. Meanwhile, four henchmen have taken to assaulting Chozen, and even he can't fight them off four on one. He tries valiantly so, however. But, suddenly, with a roar from the crowd, help is on the way, because Orlando Ortega has come to and El Diablo suddenly comes flying in with a springboard dropkick, taking one of the henchmen out. Ortega glances over and sees AC Smith landing his Big Apple Slam on one of the unfortunate henchmen, and decides he can't be outdone. So he whips another henchmen into the corner and, after holding up a peace sign, he lands his Bronco Buster, which he calls the Fifth Horseman.)

HS: "It's chaos in the ring, but the good guys are winning!"

FJ: "The AWA is prevailing over the RMIPW thanks to help from King Chozen!"

HS: "This is a great triumph for this company. Even enemies like AC Smith and Orlando Ortega are fighting side by side to protect the AWA from Ensslin's group."

(A henchmen tries to sneak up behind Chozen, but the crafty veteran turns and knocks him cold with a super kick. SMACK! AC Smith, Orlando Ortega and Evan Heir begin ushering beaten henchmen out of the ring, sending them retreating up the ring. Eventually, there are only four persons in the ring. Travis Gray, Nancy Ensslin, King Chozen and one, last, poor unfortunate henchman. The henchman, the same one that held Gray down, staggers to his feet, and the crowd waits in anticipation as Chozen takes his position. There may have never been a more emphatic move in the history of the AWA. The man's ribs are surely broken. King Chozen leans over his victim and screams, the adrenaline filling him. It's been a long time since he's been in a ring. It's been a long time since he's felt the intensity that AWA Classic brings.)

HS: "ANOTHER CHOZEN SPEAR!"

FJ: "The Movement is moving no more!"

(Chozen drags the broken body of the henchmen out of the door, follows suit, raises his arm in triumph, then turns back to Gray with a nod. Chozen takes the key from the henchman and locks the door behind him. On the top of the ramp, Ortega, Smith and Heir are celebrating as the henchmen flee with their tails tucked between their legs to the back. The four warriors exit the arena themselves, King Chozen taking one last look across the screaming arena as thousands of fans pay tribute. Back inside the ring, Nancy Ensslin has picked up the knife that she gave to the now probably being hospitalized henchman and she stumbles towards the bruised, bloody and quite angry Travis Gray, hiding the weapon in her bosom, feigning an injury. Gray tells her 'ENOUGH! It's over!' She agrees, and drops down to one knee about five feet from Gray. Nancy Ensslin concedes defeat. The Radical Movement for the Improvement of Pro Wrestling is over. The referee, who was beaten down earlier, has since come to. In fact, he eagerly helped hold the door open as the seven other henchmen were relieved of their duties by the AWA superstars. He calls for the bell, the match is over, Travis Gray has conquered Nancy Ensslin and the Revolutionary Room. The war is finally over.)

DING!
DING!
DING!

HS: "It's over… no GRAY!"

FJ: "LOOK OUT!"

(Nancy lunges forward off the mat with her knife. No one can watch, expecting the worst. The entire scene seems to happen in slow motion. The knife flickers in the lights as it penetrates Travis Gray's stomach. But no, wait a minute, Gray has moved out of the way at the last second. The knife rips his shirt, but barely scratches his stomach. Nancy's momentum carries her stumbling forward, and Gray sidesteps her, shoving her on and out of the way. It's obvious he never meant to use such force, but when you are defending your very life, it's hard to control these things. CRACK! Nancy Ensslin's skull collides with the Plexiglass. For a few moments, she hangs there, her body held up against the top rope, propped up by her own face against the walls of the Revolutionary Room. Suddenly, a thin line appears in the side of the wall, and with a series of piercing cracks, it becomes a crevice. The wall doesn't shatter open, though, and it manages to hold true, despite the huge crack down its center. SQUEEAAAAK! Nancy slides face first down the side of the Plexiglass wall, and blood is now pouring from her skull and mouth, leaving a smeared trail behind it. The blood takes almost a life of its own as it seeps into the crack. The blood literally stains the Revolutionary Room. The arena is silent. Herb begins speaking in a soft, shocked tone.)

HS: "I… I can't believe what I just saw. Travis Gray may have killed Nancy Ensslin. Never in my life have I seen something like this. I have to say that the American Wrestling Alliance in no way, shape or form condones this type of violence towards women."

FJ: "But Travis Gray was simply defending himself. Nancy's skull just cracked open. She tried to stab Gray with a knife."

(Gray picks up said knife and stares at it in disbelief. There is a tiny speck of blood on the very tip of it, and he drops the knife in horror as the scene before him suddenly unfolds in his mind. Gray and the referee begin frantically calling for EMT's, who rush the ring. Nancy Ensslin isn't responding. Her face is no longer covered in green face paint, but her own crimson blood. The EMT's do their best to revive her. She still has a pulse, but she's fading fast. They do their best to turn Gray away, but he tries to force his way in to check on her. The EMT's strap her in and rush her out of the ring, literally running up the ramp to tend to her. The cameras quickly roll to the back to escape the scene.)

FJ: "Oh my God. Well, I would have to hazard a guess that Nancy has lost for good. Looks like she may never, ever come back."

HS: "This is just a shame."

FJ: "Let's move on from this to something different and less...violent."

HS: "Ladies and gentlemen, let us take you back once more to yesterday's AWA Awards 2007 ceremonies."

(We return to the banquet room of the Park Hyatt Milan hotel, where some of the AWA's best and brightest have taken their cues from the Fantastics and really ARE sharp-dressed men, in suits, ties, and dresses for the women and Cosma...whatever THAT is. We pan around and see Herb Summers behind the podium at the front of the room, and he opens his mouth to speak.)

HS: "Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time to give out the honors for Fan Favorite of the Year! At this time, I'd like to ask 'The Icon' John Williams to say a few words."

(Applause breaks out from all sides of the room as Williams shakes Herb's hand and gets behind the microphone.)

JW: "Thanks Herb. This award is one of the most prestigious here in the AWA. The Fan Favorite of the Year needs to maintain excellence in ALL categories. In-ring savvy, morals, respect for the business, respect for those who came before us are just a few of those taken into consideration by the AWA Faithful voting on these awards. Now for the nominees..."

..."'Chaos Stryke' Logan Alexander"...

..."Nathan Hawthorne-Lee"...

..."'Outrageous' Orlando Ortega"...

..."'The Big Apple Asskicker' A.C. Smith"...

..."and Javex Valerius"...

"And the Fan Favorite of the Year IS..."

(A drumroll plays as Williams opens the envelope.)

JW: "A.C. SMITH!"

(Smith stands up as "Rockin' in the Free World" blares over the speakers in the room as Smith shakes the hands of those in the crowd with a big smile on his face. He embraces John Williams before taking the trophy from the hands of Herb Summers and going behind the podium.)

A.C.: "Wow. Um...I can honestly say I did NOT expect this. Thanks very much to all who voted for me, and to those who didn't, I can only hope to prove to you over the next year that I'm a worthy recipient of this award. Once again, thanks everybody, and remember..."

ALL: "KICK ASS, TAKE NAMES, ATTACK, AND KEEP COMING!"

(Smith pumps the trophy in the air, shaking the hands of Summers and Williams before he and John leave the stage together.)

HS: "Ladies and gentlemen, here to present the award for Rulebreaker of the Year, Sir Nathaniel Henry Lee Knight Grand Cross of the British Empire."

(Sir Henry walks up the steps and onto the stage, getting a lot of boos for arrogant demeanor. He gets behind the podium and begins to speak.)

NHL: "For the last century, grown men - presumably sane - have been going out in public and doing things that make people yell at them, stone their cars, stab them, shoot at them, threaten their families, and generally make their lives a living hell. They have been called villains, bad guys, roughhousers, meanies, mischiefmakers, evildoers, and in the most popular vernacular, the rulebreakers of professional wrestling. Here are the nominees for Rulebreaker of the Year..."

..."'Dark Warrior' Jeff Christianson"...

..."Gabriel"...

..."The Legendary Low"...

..."Snake"...

..."and 'The Sensational' Brian Stevens"...

"And the Rulebreaker of the Year is..."

(Sir Henry opens the envelope and cracks a huge smile.)

NHL: "...my good personal friend, my fellow Damage, Inc. member, my AWA Tag Team Championship partner, The Legendary Low!"

("My Idea Of Fun" by The Stooges plays as Low and Brian Stevens shake hands. Low walks onto the stage and shakes hands with Sir Henry, who hands him his plaque. Low looks different in an orange suit with a black shirt and an orange tie.)

LOW: "Wow. I knew this was going to be a close one, with my good friend Brian Stevens wreaking havoc this past year. But he won the award last year and became an inspiration to me. This is for you, buddy!"

(Low and NHL clap for Brian Stevens, who stands up and humbly bows to the totally silent crowd.)

LOW: "But there are more people I have to thank."

(Low reaches into his pocket und pulls out a piece of paper and starts reading from it.)

LOW: "I thank all the wrestlers that lost to me over the years and made me such a powerful figure in this company that I can easily deny any opponent any wish. I thank Lillian Villaribavillabajo and Momma Ortega for being dead and allowing me to make the sickest jokes on Earth. I thank all the females in the AWA that allow themselves to be harrassed by yours truly - sorry, Bry, you would have done it, too."

(Brian Stevens nods at Low's reference to his actions towards Sarah Hawthorne and Tabitha Rankin last year.)

LOW: "I thank AWA officials, the Associated Press and the Dickinson family for making it possible, in this day and age of mass information, to fake my own death. I thank Jayson Price, A.C. Smith and Logan Alexander for being so ridiculously gullible. But most of all I thank my beloved mother, who is with us in the crowd tonight. Stand up, mom!"

(Beverly Rhode, who sits next to Stevens, stands up and is getting an ovation - from Damage, Inc.)

LOW: "Most of all I thank my mom for instilling me with the morals and values that allowed me to become the most brutal, most vicious, most hated man in the history of the American Wrestling Alliance. Thank you, thank you, thank you all!"

(A teary-eyed and emotional Low rises his plaque into the air as Sir Henry pats his shoulder. "Damage, Inc." plays and Low and Sir Henry leave the stage.)

FJ: "What a great moment for Damage, Inc.!"

HS: "Yeah."

("Falling Down" starts to play throughout the arena and the crowd in Milan starts to cheer. Several moments later Logan walks out from the entryway. He pauses near the top of the entrance ramp and glances around at the crowd. He stares out at the crowd for a few moments before walking down the entrance ramp to the ring. Chants of "Logan!" echo through the arena as he makes his way to ringside. He climbs the ring steps and enters the ring between the top and middle ropes. He walks around the ring before taking off his sunglasses and puts them in his jacket pocket. He walks over to a corner and asks for a mic.)

HS: "Logan Alexander has made his way out here and the crowd is showing their appreciation."

FJ: "Yeah… seems like everyone feels the same amount of pity for Canadians and try to make them feel welcomed the world over, when they really just want them to go back home."

HS: "How can you say such a thing?"

FJ: "It's quite easy really."

(Logan looks around at the crowd.)

LOGAN: "Hello Milan!"

(The crowd cheers back in response.)

LOGAN: "Things have only just gotten rolling here tonight, but you can all look forward to an excellent show. I'm sure that a lot of you are looking forward to the big main event match and a lot of you are also waiting in anticipation for the European Rules match pitting Low and I against each other once again."

"Our own personal war is coming to a head here tonight in a match that is rigid on rules and conduct. It makes for a very interesting set of circumstances. We don't get along at all but we've both got to compete within the letter of the law or risk defeat."

"It'll be my first time through such a competition, but I am confident in my ability to be able to hold my own and emerge victorious even against an opponent like the Legendary Low in that environment."

(The crowd offers a cheer of support.)

LOGAN: "A former student and mentor going toe to toe one more time in a match that favours both of our styles. We're going to find out which one of us is the better wrestler and as an added bonus the winner will also walk out of the ring as the United States champion."

"I have the unique opportunity to solidify my claim to being the best United States champion in AWA history and at the same time I have a chance to shatter Low's perfect record at Classic and take a small piece of his legacy away from him. I'm sure that all of you would like to see that too."

(The crowd offers another loud cheer in response.)

LOGAN: "Well I definitely aim to please here tonight. Between John Williams and I, we're looking to exploit the opportunity to bring Damage Inc down from power tonight here. We're both capable of beating the World and United States champions, but we're both going to have to bring down these champions who are at their peak here tonight."

"You people here in Milan are going to be the real winners though. You're going to see a pair of championship contests the likes of which that have not been seen in some time."

(The crowd cheers again.)

LOGAN: "Well, I think that's enough of the idle boasting here tonight. I hope the rest of you enjoy this Classic display here and I for one am looking to not disappoint any one of you here tonight! I'll see all of you later when I come out and put on a show for each and every single one of you!"

(Logan tosses the mic aside as "Falling Down" starts playing again. He climbs out of the ring and makes his way around the ringside area. High fiving the fans around there.)

HS: "Logan has stated that he is going to be giving his all here tonight to unseat Low and help bring down Damage, Inc."

FJ: "It's not going to happen Herb. Logan Alexander and John Williams bringing down Damage Inc? Not in this lifetime."

(Logan makes a full trip around ringside then heads off through the crowd. "Falling Down" fades out as he disappears from sight.)

HS: "Let's now take a look at the recent events surrounding the match between Orlando Ortega, Atlas, and Jason Storm."

(The Ameritron begins to flicker and the fans grow very anxious. Suddenly, a booming voice cuts the silence as scenes from AWA's past are shown on the screen.)

"January 16, 2005 – Two Warriors collide and history is made…"

(As he turns around Ortega is already up and delivers a climb up inziguri knocking Atlas down. He yells 'TIME FOR T' and ascends to the top rope. Atlas is getting to his feet and turns around and Ortega goes for it with a front flip but Atlas darts under him to the corner and he lands on his feet Atlas turns around just as he lands and picks him up onto his shoulders in the rack but Ortega spins out of it and goes for an Arm drag but Atlas catches him on the spin in a reverse bulldog and tightens the grip then runs and delivers it.)

HS: "Remember The Titans Frank!"

FJ: "Ortega now remembers!"

HS: "It's over."

(Atlas rolls over and makes the cover, ONE! TWO! THREE!)

"July 07, 2007 – History comes full circle and enemies are made…"

HS: "What the hell? What's Jason Storm doing?!"

(Jason rushes the ring with a Singapore cane)

FJ: "Alright! Someone's gonna get a hurtin' put on 'em!"

(Jason rolls into the ring and starts to trash talk Orlando behind his back, before rearing up the cane and bringing it hard across Orlando's head!)

HS: "oh my god...."

FJ: "Did...did you hear that Summers?"

(The fans are in hushed silence, as even Storm looks a little concerned at the force of his blow. Cross immediately spins Storm around, getting in his face and demanding an explanation. Storm's ire returns with Cross' forceful prodding, and he drops the man with Sudden Revolution! Flipping the bird to the fallen Cross, Storm looks out of the ring as EMTs come down to check on Orlando.)

HS: "This...this is serious ladies and gentlemen..."

"… and heroes are reborn…"

All of a sudden, a person from the audience jumps the barricade and swiftly slides under the ropes into the ring behind him.)

FJ: "Look out Jason!"

(Storm has no chance of hearing Frank, and does not notice the blond man of medium height getting to his feet some distance behind him. The man stays unrecognized by us as we can only him from behind. He wears a clean white shirt with a tie and dark gray dress pants.)

FJ: "What's security doing!? They need to stop him!"

HS: "Same way they stopped Storm, eh?"

(The man charges, and at the last possible moment, Storm turns around with a look of great surprise on his face. With no time for him to react further though, the running attacker's right forearm smacks into his forehead with a loud thud. Storm staggers a couple of steps backwards, dizzied by the shot. The aggressor then quickly grab hooks a leg, grabs him around the neck and heavies him onto his own shoulders.)

HS: "Oh my God! It's Atlas Johansson! I have seen no sign of him in almost two years! And now he emerges out of the audience here in the Coca Cola Dome to protect Orlando Ortega!"

FJ: "I can't believe it either Herb. At least I don't want to..."

(Atlas keeps the young superstar on his shoulders for a few seconds, pumping his arms to apply pressure to him. He then falls backwards in a Samoan drop.)

HS: "A very short version of the Atlas Shrug there. The Atlas Shrug of course being his signature move."

FJ: "Look at Storm though, I don't think he liked that at all."

(Storm is desperately trying to break free from Atlas, tearing the Swedish wrestlers shirt into shreds in the process. When he finally gets to his feet, Atlas is there and uses his momentum to throw Storm over the top rope and down to the floor. Storm backs up the ramp, pointing at Atlas and shouting something about "a bad mistake" and a promise that we have "not seen the end of this". Atlas leans over the ropes and shouts something back about "any time, any place". Storm then makes his way back to the locker room area, leaving Atlas in the ring.)

HS: "Looks like Atlas found himself a new enemy even before making his return to the ring official."

FJ: "When you sucker punch someone like that, they won't put you on their Christmas card list, that's for sure."

(Atlas goes over to the prone Ortega, checking on him without much of a reaction. He then slides under the bottom rope, pulls the barely conscious Ortega to him. He drapes Orlando's arm across his own shoulders and they start walking towards the backstage area to the sound of the Atlas Theme.)

HS: "This is probably not the last we see from these three."

August 12, 2007 – "History always finds a way to repeat itself…"

OOO: "Ever since you came back, all you have done is put your big Swedish nose right into El Diablo's business. You came out and carried my on your damn shoulders like I was an injured soldier in Iraq! When did I ever once ask for your help, Atlas? Huh? Tell me that. When did I NEED your help? You thought you were doing me this great favor by saving me, but you only made me look like a helpless punk! And let's not pretend that you didn't get to look like the hero in front of millions of viewers, either. I've seen this act before, Atlas. You're a damn great competitor, but neither you, nor Jason Storm, are no Fish. When I want your help, I'll ask for it!"

(Atlas is completely befuddled and at a loss for words. Slowly, the anger is beginning to build in him, but he's visibly trying to hold it back. Storm, clearly entertained by all of this, drops his kendo stick to his side and smiles.)

OOO: "Oh, don't give me that sick puppy dog look. I still consider you a good friend. But if you're a true friend, you'll back off, ok? I fully intended, tonight, to challenge Jason Storm here to a match at Classic in Milan, Italy! So, I fully intend to do that. That's something I absolutely don't need your help with!"

"… and now, nearly three years in the making, friends will become enemies and enemies will wage battle. Nothing is at stake but pride, but pride is everything. EVERYTHING is at stake. Which man will prevail? Will it be the Immortal? Will it be the demon? Will it be the rising star? There is only one way to find out, but you can guarantee that the outcome will simply be… CLASSIC."

HS: "It's time for the triple threat match; our first entrant will be, well, the man responsible for it all coming together."

FJ: "Oh yeah; all hail the Cruiserweight king, Jason Storm!!!"

(The lights suddenly go out, and a tune that is distinctly NOT Saliva's 'Ladies and Gentlemen' begins to play.)

FJ: "Uh."

HS: "This is "new."

Nobody is perfect but I'm pretty fucking close, And I'm here to give you all a heavy heavenly dose. I think you better listen 'cause I know who you are, And I think that you should treat me like a superstar!

(Sparks begin to exit the stage, and the fans start to boo, already suspecting who's about to come out.)

Because I'm more than just a human I'm the gift to all of you, And I'm here to make sure that my message gets through. I wonder if you're really all as dumb as you look, Or are you smart enough to learn the rules in my book.

(The last shred of doubt has been removed, and the boos rain down whole-heartedly.)

I hope you understand that the knowledge I bring, Puts me in the position of a god or a king, 'Cause I'm blessed with the gift of the magic touch, And I wouldn't say that I'm asking for too much.

(Admist the booing, the shadow of a figure can now be seen in the sparks. The rest of the arena's darkness, however, leaves all but the closest fans blind to anything else.)

All you have to do is get down on your knees and pray, And I promise you the remedy is on its way, But you can never be like me so don't waste your time, Because I reign supreme and my position is divine.

(A huge explosion suddenly blinds the arena, and Jason Storm pops spins out, revealing a slightly altered outfit; rather then his trademark black and gold, the gold was instead replaced with the Classic firey-orange.)

What's wrong with being self-possessed? Nobody satisfied with being second best. I've got the gift and I know that I'm blessed, And I've got to get it off my chest.

(Jason walks to the ring, ignoring the fans and rolling into the ring and posing on the turnbuckles.)

I'm the biggest, The best, Better than the rest, Better than the rest. I'm the biggest, The best, Better than the rest, Better than the rest. I'm the biggest, The best, Better than the rest, Better than the rest. I'm the biggest, The best, Better than the rest, Better than the rest.

HS: "That has to be the single most pretentious song I have ever heard in my life!"

FJ: "'Biggest, the best, better than the rest!'"

HS: "Oh shut up!"

(The Atlas Theme hits the arena speakers. Blue and yellow spotlights sweep the crowd. After ten seconds a set of intensely blue pyros go off at each side of the entrance. Atlas comes out on the ramp through a shower of yellow sparks. He is dressed in his usual wrestling attire. He walks down the ramp, arms reached out for fans to slap. Atlas slides under the bottom rope and springs to his feet. He pulls the top rope a couple of times, slaps his chest muscles and waits for the match to start.)

HS: "Atlas looks pumped up for this one Frank."

FJ: "Who isn't pumped up Summers, this is Classic!"

HS: "You got that one right, it looks like these two are ready to start this thing without Ortega even being here."

(Atlas and Storm do appear ready to start as they both move in to the middle of the ring, however they are quickly directed back to their corners as Red floodlights replace the normal arena lighting as crimson engulfs the entire stadium. The opening screech of the power chords of White Zombie's ‘Super Charger Heaven' shrilly echoes through the P.A. system as the AWA faithful hit their feet in unison cheers.)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(Ortega begins the stroll to the stage, focusing on his opponent within the ropes now with a confident smirk on his face.)

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

(Orlando slides into the ring and immediately heads to the top of the nearest turnbuckle, being sure to watch his back for his opponent. He raises his arms, crossing his wrists, and clinches his fists, as his loyal fans give him the sign back. Flashbulbs pepper the backdrop before Ortega hops down to prepare for the match.)

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

HS: "We are about ready to get this one under way, from the intensity that these men have shown here, this one is gonna be off the hook."

FJ: "You can't use the phrase of the hook Summers, you are way to old."

HS: "I didn't know the English language had age restrictions."

FJ: "For guys like you it does!"

(The ref checks with all three men and after getting significant responses he calls for the bell and the action is underway. The three men size each other up, none really making much of a move. Atlas and OOO then come together and lock up mid ring while Storm sits back and watches. Atlas begins to back Ortega into the corner however as the are moving Ortega slips the tie up and goes behind Atlas locking his arms around his waist. Atlas then slips his arm down through the grasp of Ortega breaking the squeeze, and then twists out and does a go behind of his own. Ortega throws an elbow that catches Atlas and breaks his grip on the hold. Ortega then hits the ropes however as he returns he is caught with an Atlas drop kick. Ortega springs back to his feet only to get caught once again with a drop kick, this time as he regains his composure he brings himself to a knee and shoots a grin up at Atlas.)

HS: "Atlas got the better of Ortega here and Orlando knows it."

FJ: "Yeah well Atlas is about to have the favor returned."

HS: "Lookout!"

(As Atlas backs away to allow Ortega to get back to his feet he is blindsided by a charging Jason Storm. Storm nails Atlas with a hard double axe handle between the shoulder blades then follows it up with a bulldog that keeps Atlas down.)

HS: "What a Pearl Harbor job from Storm."

FJ: "The man is a genius, take out the competition one by one, less chance they can cheat and double team you."

HS: "Well I guess I can't argue, it does however show a lack of class when he resorts to hitting from behind, but I guess that is part of the game."

FJ: "For smart wrestlers it is."

(After dropping Atlas, Storm quickly turns his attention to Ortega who watched the whole attack from one knee. Storm winks at Ortega who quickly climbs to his feet, and the two men lock up. Storm forces Ortega back into the corner where he fires off a barrage of right hands. Storm then takes a step back and makes a cocky spitting in his hand motion before he comes in swinging once again, but his little moment of wasted time costs him as Ortega grabs him and turns the tide putting Storm in the corner and taking him down a peg with a series of Lucha chops. Ortega then whips Storm to the far corner and sprints after him. Storm hits and Ortega is right behind him jumping in and delivering a monkey flip on Storm which draws the crowd into a frenzy. OOO stays right on top of Storm not allowing him time to recover as he pulls him back to his feet. He quickly delivers a Fuerza Punt, but that is not enough as he lifts him again looking for another, but before he can bring him down an athletic Atlas comes in out of nowhere with a drop kick on a raised Storm and OOO falls forward in a spine buster like move.)

HS: "You have to love that accidental working together, what a move from Ortega and Atlas."

FJ: "Where is your complaining there Summers, you get upset when Storm does a smart thing in taking out the competition, but you condone a blatant double team."

HS: "Last time I checked this was a triple threat match, nothing illegal about it."

FJ: "Damn technicalities, Jason Storm is getting screwed all the same."

HS: "Oh Frank, poor delusional Frank."

FJ: "Watch it Summers."

(With Storm down and out of the action OOO and Atlas eye each other then circle and tie up. Atlas backs OOO into the near ropes and whips him across the ring looking for a clothesline, however OOO ducks it and as Atlas turns OOO catches him with a standing drop kick, which puts Atlas down, Atlas Springs back up and OOO catches him again, then quickly dives in locking in a shoulder lock in an attempt to wear Atlas down. Atlas grimaces as OOO applies more pressure. We remain in this position for a moment before Atlas is able to summon the strength to get back to his feet which prompts Ortega to turn the shoulder lock into a hammer lock. Atlas looks for an elbow but Ortega avoids it, however in the process it puts him off balance and Atlas is able to seize the opportunity and reverse into a hammer lock of his own. This time it is OOO who goes for an elbow, but as he fires it off Atlas releases the hammer lock and uses Ortega's momentum to spin him all the way around, and Atlas catches him and delivers a belly to belly suplex which he follows with a cover. The ref is a bit out of position not expecting the cover but finally slides in 1…………..2…………. Kickout by Ortega.)

HS: "The first near fall of the match there for Atlas, and he is now in control here."

FJ: "Whatever, I still can't get over that blatant double team on Jason Storm earlier, they will both get theirs!"

HS: "Or you could just get over it!"

(Atlas stays in control not bothering to question the count for even a second. He applies a rear chin lock and begins to work Ortega over with it as the ref checks in on Ortega who is far from willing to give up in the hold. Atlas keeps the hold locked in for a good thirty seconds before Ortega begins to fight out of it, and he eventually pulls himself to his feet and breaking the hold, however his return to vertical is only temporary as Atlas quickly transitions into a bulldog and flattens Ortega. Atlas then turns his attention to Jason Storm who is back to his feet. Storm advances with a stumble and Atlas catches him with a boot to the midsection, then hooks him for a vertical suplex, but Storm is able to wriggle loose not allowing Atlas to get him up in the air. Atlas however quickly tries for the suplex once again, this tiem Storm blocks by using his leg and hooking it around that of Atlas, and as he is pulling the leg out he pulls his knee up and nails Atlas with a low blow which drops him to one knee in serious discomfort. This allows Storm to hoist Atlas into the air and plant him with an implant DDT. Storm quickly springs to his feet and with a cocky grin points to his own head as if to show off his smarts.)

FJ: "Brilliant! Storm knew exactly how to counter that suplex, and his counter was so strong it even took a toll on Atlas, magnificent!"

HS: "His counter was a blatant low blow, that was masked by a suplex block, and look how happy he is about it."

FJ: "Why not, he outsmarted Atlas and is now back in the drivers seat."

HS: "I wouldn't be so sure of that!"

(What Herb is talking about is that Ortega has just made his way back to his feet and is stalking up behind Storm who is still taunting the crowd. Storm hears the applause come from the crowd and senses something is up behind him, and he turns just in time to meet the boot of Ortega right in the midsection which Ortega uses to set up and deliver a high impact modified brain buster which he floats right into a cover. However in the process of the move one of Storms legs nails the ref knocking him flat)

HS: "Storm got caught and it looks like he is out here."

FJ: "But wait Summers, the referee is down and out!"

HS: "What the hell? Ortega has a cover but the ref is not there to count!"

(Suddenly, the fans start to erupt; Maria Clarke is coming to the ring!!!)

FJ: "WHAT THE HELL IS THAT BITCH DOING HERE?!"

HS: "Language, Frank! As for what Maria Clarke is doing here, I can only assume that it is for the purpose of finally getting some revenge for all the times Jason Storm took advantage of her."

FJ: "You mean for all the times he retaliated against her interference in a gentlemanly fashion!"

HS: "Gentlemanly fashion my..."

(At this point, Maria has made her way to the ring, circling and shouting at a prone Jason, telling him to get up as if mocking him. The recovering ref suddenly starts to count! One....Two....MARIA CLARKE PLACED JASON STORM'S FOOT ON THE ROPES!!!!)

HS: "Wha-? What the....?"

FJ: "I am thoroughly confused..."

(So too, is Orlando, as he gets out of the ring, demanding to know what happened. Maria backs up, feigning ignorance as Orlando begins to become more and more aggressive. Unbeknowst to Orlando, Jason Storm has recovered, made sure the referee was occupied with checking on Atlas before sliding out of the ring and silently stalking Orlando.)

HS: "Oh no; no damnit, turn around Orlando!"

(The fans scream the same thing, and Orlando suddenly lunges behind. In the split second that his eyes are off of Maria, however, she swiftly grabs a Singapore cane out from under the ring!)

FJ: "How the hell did that get there?!"

(Jason ducks Orlando's wild punch before smoothly grabbing the cane out of Maria's hands and smashing it upside Orlando's head!!!)

FJ: "OH YEAH!!! NOW THAT'S AN APOLOGY!!"

HS: "An apology? That's cheating!"

FJ: "Yeah, and? Maria has officially redeemed all her past transgressions!"

HS: "I don't believe this!"

(Jason hands the cane back to Maria before rolling back into the ring, stalking Atlas. Storm moves in on Atlas and looks to club him down with an elbow on top of the head, however it appears as though Atlas is playing a bit of possum as he waits for Storm to extend himself and Atlas unloads with a hard right to the midsection that doubles Storm over. Atlas springs to his feet after this and delivers a quick DDT. He follows it up with a cover 1……………….2…………… Kickout.)

HS: "Another near fall there, after Atlas caught Storm coming in."

FJ: "Oh the treachery!"

HS: "So it is smart when someone uses a low blow, but it is treachery when someone tricks his opponent legally?"

FJ: "Good to see you are finally starting to understand things around here Herb"

(Atlas stays on top of Storm quickly pulling him back to his feet and backing him into the corner where he works him over with a series of chops and then he rears back and delivers a violent forearm smash that takes its toll on Storm sending him to a seated position. Atlas the pulls him out of the corner and quickly lands a Northern Lights Suplex which he finishes with a bridge pin, the ref drops quickly into position 1…………………….2……………………… Ortega slides in and breaks up the pin just before the three count.)

HS: "Ortega breaks that up just in time."

FJ: "Figures he would want to hog the glory for himself."

HS: "Or he wants to win the match, what a novel concept."

FJ: "Loose the attitude Summers, you are not amusing."

(After breaking up the pin Ortega pulls Atlas to his feet leaving Storm who is groggy and out of it, laying prone on the canvas. Ortega begins to work over Atlas with a series of hard chops that echo through the building and draw ooohs from the crowd. Ortega the scoops Atlas up and slams him down to the mat. Ortega quickly follows up the slam by heading to the corner and vaulting to the top rope. He waits for Atlas to get back to his feet and leaps landing on his shoulders and delivering a release hurricanranna which carries so much momentum it sends Atlas all the way to the floor. Ortega takes a moment to get to his feet, and as he does he turns right into Jason Storm who has made it back to his feet and is stalking Ortega waiting and as he turns Storm grabs him looking for the Sudden Revolution.)

HS: "Sudden Revolution…."

FJ: "Yes, BREAK HIM!"

HS: "NO REVERSAL BY ORTEGA!"

(Ortega is able to push Storm off and into the ropes and as he comes back off Ortega catches him with a back elbow then he performs Straight To Hell, which brings the usual STRAIGHT TO HELL from the capacity crowd. Ortega looks and sees that Maria Clark is reaching to grabs Storm so Ortega pulls him back into the middle of the ring.)

HS: "STRAIGHT TO HELL! Ortega caught Storm and he is out cover 1………….

FJ: "NO!"

HS: "2…………..

FJ: "NO!"

HS: " Atlas is back in the ring he dive…….3!!!!!!!! IT'S OVER! Ortega wins, Ortega has pinned Storm, what a match!"

FJ: "Damnit!"

HS: "Why would you say that, this was a hard fought match by all involved."

FJ: "I am just disappointed that, that little twerp stole another victory."

HS: "He didn't steal anything, he earned it, so shut it! Hey, wait a minute! The match is over, but I don't think the heat is between these two! Atlas and Orlando Ortega are having a staredown!"

(Atlas pulls Orlando to his feet, but Ortega pushes him away, still a bity groggy. They jaw for a bit until Atlas suddenly extends a hand to Ortega. The fans wait in anticipation as Ortega looks appalled and confused at first, but then, to everyone's delight, he accepts.)

HS: "Orlando Ortega seems to have conceded to put aside his differences with Atlas. I guess the message from Javex paid off after all!"

FJ: "Who wants to see this? Where's Jason Storm when you need him?"

HS: "Speak of the Devil."

(Storm gets up and casually gestures to Maria, who tosses the Singapore cane back at Jason. He looks at whimsically before bringing it hard across Atlas' back! WHACK!!!! The fans cry out in sympathy before Jason takes another shot. WHACK!!! Atlas goes down, clutching his eye. Jason turns his attention to Orlando, ignoring the boos. The cane comes down...but Orlando catches it!!!)

FJ: "WHAT?!"

HS: "NOW we'll see just how tough Mr. Storm is..."

(Orlando doesn't have time to do anything else, however, as Maria rolled into the ring and sent her fist straight into 'little Ortega')

HS: "....For as long as I have been in this business, you'd think I'd have expected that."

FJ: "Boy, how pissed is Evan at Orlando right now?"

HS: "'Pissed at Orlando'?!"

FJ: "Yeah; Jumping Bean's gotten farther with her then Evan apparently ever did!"

(Jason mouths a 'thank you' at Maria before once again bring the cane down hard.)

HS: "Yeah yeah; you knocked them both down after the match; you're oh-so-tough."

FJ: "Shhhh! Maria's handing him a mic; he's got something to say."

(Breathing heavily, Jason drops the cane in favor of placing an arm around Maria's shoulders.)

STORM: "Hey...Evan!!! The next time you have to choose between your girl and your sister...well..."

(Jason shrugs and kisses Maria passionately. Surprised at first, Maria begins to return the kiss whole-heartedly.)

HS: "Oh my God...."

FJ: "Wow, apologies with benefits!"

HS: "Can...can you imagine the state of Evan's mind right now?"

(With a last cheap shot on Ortega, Storm and Maria walk out of the ring, hand-in-hand.)

HS: "Before we enter our next match, let's take a look at how it came to be."

(We fade into July 22nd's broadcast of Sunday Night Shock, onto the set of "The Precinct." As Smith completes his thought, the crowd suddenly cheers. We see why as The Jester walks out onto the stage, somewhat merrily, whistling a happy tune and being blissfully ignorant of his surroundings. He trips over the outstretched leg of a chair, but somersaults and gets to his feet in front of Smith. We're pretty confident this is Sam, since he has a wide, toothy smile, and he affirms it when he opens his mouth to speak.)

SAM: "Hey! You're A.C. Smith! You're the leader of the people who don't like Damage Inc. I guess you guys aren't really winning that fight, but you will soon, right? Can we have donuts when you win? I like donuts. Do you get a discount since you used to be a policeman?"

(Sam looks up at Smith questioningly. Smith looks back at him with an outraged and somewhat embarrassed look on his face.)

A.C.: "Who do you think you are? You come on MY show, not even scheduled to be on, and you're babbling about police stereotypes that aren't even true. Do you WANT me to knock your teeth so far down your throat you're chewing with your lungs?"

(Suddenly, we see Sam has left and he has been replaced by the always sad, always frightened Theodore.)

THEODORE: "Why you gotta be such a big meanie!?"

A.C.: "Huh?"

THEODORE: "You're picking on me and I don't like it! I wanna go home!"

(Theodore suddenly throws a fit in front of Smith, which looks VERY strange as Theodore is actually in his late twenties.)

A.C.: "PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER, MAN!"

(A.C. rears back and slaps Theodore across the face. Theodore drops to a knee as the crowd laughs.)

A.C.: "Got that from a war film."

THEODORE: "...oh really now?"

(Theodore's frown is gone, replaced by the maniacal scowl of Elias. Suddenly, he bounds up off the ground and shoves A.C. into the chair behind him)

ELIAS: "Do you like pickin' on people who are scared of you, Mr. Honor, Integrity and Respect, or whatever the Hell you're all about!? Let's see you pick on someone who ain't afraid of you and your god damn police enforcer attitude! I'm gonna knock your freakin' teeth down your throat before you can even get that rusty gun-like fist of yours up!"

(Elias steps forward to throw a punch and A.C. Smith puts his hands up to block it, but Elias suddenly stops. His angry scowl turns into a cocky smirk, telling us Robert has now come out. Robert chuckles and lowers his fist, backing up slightly.)

ROBERT: "Hah! Better check your pants, Smith. I think you might have lost control of your bowels there. You should have seen the look on your face!"

(Smith looks a bit pissed at the moment, but Robert cuts him off before he can talk.)

ROBERT: "That's okay, Smith. We've heard enough from your big mouth already. Just keep your paws off of The Jester and we won't embarrass the Hell out of you again, alright?"

(Robert chuckles to himself again and heads into the back, leaving Smith to himself once more. The scene fades out with Robert's chuckling echoing over and over again. Soon, the set of "The Precinct" is replaced by that of Barley's, where a meeting of Asskicker's Anonymous is in session. However, it is soon interrupted by a familiar face.)

SAM: "Heyyyy Mr. Policeman!"

BOBBY: "Hey, what the Hell are you doin' here at our meeting, buddy!?"

SAM: "I dunno, I just walked in. I'm sort of thirsty. Can I get something to drink?"

(Smith and Bobby and the rest of the Asskicker's Anonymous members exchange glances and motion to the bar tender for a drink. We catch a wink in their eyes as they motion, however, and the bartender nods with a smile on his face. The scene suddenly fasts forward and we see Sam chug down a glass of supposed orange juice, then another, then finally a third before our view becomes wavy and disoriented. The AA members all look shocked as Sam seems to be fine after drinking the heavily spiked drink. However, the shock fades into laughter as Sam goes to hop off the bar, finding himself on the floor a moment later, falling flat on his face.)

A.C.: "Well, well. Looks like The Jester really does have limits."

(We see the member's of Asskicker's Anonymous, as well as Smith himself, laugh at Sam's misfortunes. The scene then fast forwards and we see some members throwing Sam into a dumpster across the street. The scene stays on that image, still disoriented, for a few moments, before suddenly becoming clearer once more. The scene fades into outside of Barley's. The meeting from earlier on seems to have finished, as we see the leader of Asskicker's Anonymous, A.C. Smith, head out of the door and go on his way over to his car. However, as he passes a dumpster along a wall on the way to the parking lot, a man suddenly jumps out and kicks Smith hard in the back of the head! We quickly recognize this man to be The Jester, as he is wearing the same outfit he was wearing earlier tonight. Smith falls flat on his face on the ground and rolls to his back as he holds the back of his head. The Jester walks over to his side and crouches down beside him. We now see the serious expression on The Jester's face and know that Edward is in control.)

EDWARD: "Smith, that wasn't a very nice thing you did to Sam in the bar, getting him drunk and then throwing him in that dumpster over there. You and your friends had a nice laugh, though, didn't you? What I find funny, however, is that you are supposed to be a man of morals, yet you orchestrated all of that. I'm normally a man of morals as well and you'll rarely see me jumping someone from behind like I just did to you, but I think it's time you got some of your own medicine, Smith. You and your friends laughed a lot tonight, but there's always one thing you should remember when you're dealing with The Jester: The Jester ALWAYS gets the last laugh. See you Sunday, Smith."

(With that, Edward gets up and runs off. A police officer comes a few moments later and checks on Smith, who is now slowly getting to a seated position, still holding the back of his head in pain. The scene quickly segues into the end of a tag team match including Smith and The Jester. The match is over, The Jester having scored the winning pin. However, as everyone begins to head to the back, The Jester retrieves a mic from a ring and the serious, focused look on The Jester's face tells us Edward is about to speak. And speak he does.)

EDWARD: "Smith!"

(The crowd cheers as Smith stops on his way up the ramp and turns to face Edward, who is still in the ring.)

EDWARD: "Smith, despite the result of the match we just had, I think there's still something unanswered between the two of us. You see, I know you don't like tag team matches determining the answer to the question: Who's better? You like that question to be settled in one on one matches."

(Smith seems interested in where this is going, as does the crowd, which is getting increasingly louder and louder as Edward continues.)

EDWARD: "So, I've talked to the people in AWA Management and I've created a match. This match will be a one on one match and the match will be this: A.C. Smith versus The Jester!"

EDWARD: "For the No Limits Title!"

EDWARD: "And Smith…it's going to be at the biggest pay per view of the year…CLASSIC!"

HS: "What an announcement! A.C. Smith versus The Jester for the No Limits Title at Classic!"

FJ: "I love No Limits matches!"

EDWARD: "I'll see you at Classic, Smith."

Next Week…

(As Smith and Williams continue their battle in the ring, "Welcome Home" by Metallica begins to blare over the PA system and both men turn to the entrance ramp immediately. Smith has an annoyed look on his face as the No Limits Champion, The Jester, comes out, a cocky grin on his face. The crowd boos as they see Robert is the personality in control. Robert continues to smirk anyways and even motions for more, soaking in the reaction.)

HS: "Well, it looks like we have an uninvited guest visiting us."

(We notice that Robert has the No Limits belt around his waist, which he quickly un-straps and shows off to the crowd, as well as Williams and especially Smith. Smith gives Robert a few choice words, but they aren't audible with the crowd's reaction. Robert replies back with some of his own and apparently motions for Smith to come out of the ring. Smith complies to a big cheer from the crowd as he steps outside to confront Robert!)

FJ: "Oh boy! Fight! Fight! Fight!"

HS: "Things are certainly escalating quickly here!"

(The ref tells Smith to get back in the ring and tells Robert to leave, but neither listen as they both continue to trade words. Robert eventually raises his No Limits Title high in the air and stands right up to Smith. After a long glance at Smith, Robert indeed heads up the ramp. Once he reaches the top, he points at Smith, once again saying something inaudible, before leaving to the back. Smith just shakes his head and he and Williams both enter the ring again to a cheer of the crowd. The scene fast forwards to later in the fight.)

HS: "The ref's out!"

FJ: "Yes! No rules!"

(Just as Frank says this, we see a familiar face jump over the ring barrier: The Jester! However, technically speaking, it's not the same, cocky, arrogant face we saw earlier. Instead, it's one of anger and rage, one that clearly belongs to the extremely volatile Elias! Elias slides into the ring and quickly goes over to Smith, letting out a primal roar as he reaches him and pounding his chest like King Kong. Elias picks Smith up to his feet and kicks him in the gut.)

HS: "Elias is going for Rage Unleashed on Smith and it doesn't look like Smith is in any shape to stop the move!"

(Elias is indeed going for one of his trademark finishers, however, before he can lift Smith up for the move, Williams suddenly rushes at Elias, who is forced to duck a clothesline and drop Smith back down to the canvas in the process. Elias quickly rolls to his feet and looks like he wants to start a fight with Williams now, but Smith gets up and the two both face Elias. Elias mouths off to Smith, saying something about this "not being over." Elias heads out of the ring and up the ramp to the back, never taking his harsh gaze off of Smith. Smith doesn't remove his eyes from Elias's either until Elias reaches the back.)

And the next…

A.C.: "Well, I was trying to think of someone to invite onto the show tonight, and I couldn't help but think of one certain individual, if you can call him that, who has been getting in my business for the last few weeks far too many times. To tell you the truth, this man is beginning to piss me off a bit. I haven't invited him, but I think he knows who he is and-"

(Before Smith can finish the sentence, "Welcome Home" by Metallica begins to play and The Jester comes out from the back, a baseball bat in his hand and an angry scowl on his face. It's clear that Elias is the one in control and it's also clear that Smith is very annoyed at him for coming out before he could even finish his invitation. Elias focuses his gaze on Smith and instant later and Smith returns the favour, raising his own mic up to speak.)

A.C.: "It wasn't very nice for you to come uninvited Elias, even if you about to be invited a moment later."

ELIAS: "Do you think I care about your freakin' invitations!? I ain't here to talk, Smith. In fact, no one's goin' to be talkin' on this stupid ass Precinct show of yours!"

A.C.: "So, let me get this straight. You're going to attack me with a bat now, on my show, in my hometown city of New York?"

(Elias doesn't bother answering the question as he suddenly swings for the fences at Smith! Smith barely ducks out of the way, dropping his mic in the process. Elias runs around the desk to get to Smith and Smith runs over to the side Elias was on to avoid the bat-wielding maniac. Elias suddenly stops chasing Smith and bends down, picking up the mic Smith dropped. Elias lifts it up to speak.)

ELIAS: "No, Smith, I ain't goin' to attack you with this bat right now. I'm goin' to smash this piece of shit set!"

(The scene suddenly begins to spin and everything seems to go by ten times as fast as it normally would as Elias brutally destroys the set of "The Precinct" right in front of Smith's eyes.)

HS: "Elias is destroying The Precinct and all Smith can do is watch as he does it!"

(We see Robert come out and he chuckles to himself arrogantly and the crowd begins to boo loudly. Smith seems to get less and less shocked and more and more angry as Robert continues to speak.)

ROBERT: "What's the matter, Smith? You getting a little angry there, a little frustrated? Well, I've got some good news and some bad news for you. Which would you like to get first?"

(Robert pauses for Smith's answer and Smith yells something at The Jester which wasn't one of the choices provided by Robert. Robert chuckles.)

ROBERT: "I'll take that as good news first. Well, this is the good news, Smith: After next week, you don't have to worry about me one bit. Unfortunately for you, that goes hand in hand with your bad news. You see, the bad news is that, when the dust settles after our match next week at Classic…I'll still be the No Limits Champion and you'll still be…not a champion. And then The Jester will move on and continue our legacy here in the AWA and you won't have to worry about me making a fool of you anymore, although, it has been pretty fun doing so the last few weeks, I must say."

(Robert laughs some more at Smith's expense, which seems to infuriate Smith a lot as his fists clench at his side.)

HS: "I don't think Smith will take this very well…"

(The scene freezes on the look of anger on Smith's face, before fading into a scene later that same night. We suddenly see Smith backstage, frantically pacing about the backstage area. He looks none too pleased with the night's events, as evidenced by his trademark glare and tense facial structure.)

A.C.: "OK, where is he?"

(Suddenly, A.C. stops in his tracks, and we hear something: Jingle jingle jingle. A.C. smiles, knowing that this is the sound of the Jester's hat. He slowly and quietly follows the sound, which comes from his right, and peers around a corner to see a wide-eyed Jester, partially hiding behind a stack of boxes in fear. This tells us that paranoid Theodore is in control, and Smith cannot be more ecstatic at the possibility of revenge. He strides over to the boxes, and despite that, Theodore still does not see him. This changes when the 6'8" Smith peers over the boxes.)

A.C.: (mocking and singing) "Come out, come out, WHEREVER you are!"

(Once again, the scene suddenly speeds up. We see Theodore take off in a dead sprint, only to run straight into the concrete wall, falling flat onto his back. We then see Smith begin to stomp Theodore's already-bruised head repeatedly. Theodore gets up and once again tries to sprint away, but Smith grabs him by the collar and won't let him go.)

A.C.: "You want to destroy my set? Fine. Then I'll teach you that you can't get respect if you don't give it...by destroying YOU."

(Smith jerks Theodore with his arm, and he goes flying straight into the rows of boxes he constructed as a hide-out. Theodore staggers right back into a series of huge haymakers from Smith before he gets sent back into the concrete wall again. After crumpling to the floor, we see that the Jester has been busted wide-open, and is in fact bleeding all over the floor. The scene slows back down to a normal pace.)

A.C.: "You're lucky. I left enough of you intact for you to come to the ring at Classic, lose your AWA No Limits Championship."

(The scene suddenly changes and we find ourselves on Shock, three days later.)

HS: "A.C. Smith is apparently walking through the halls. We'll take you there now."

(We see Smith turn a corner in a hallway backstage, only to run The Jester. Judging by The Jester's serious expression, we can assume that Edward is in control.)

EDWARD: "You know, Smith, I could have attacked you just now. I could have jumped you with a metal pipe. I'm sure Elias wouldn't have minded taking a few dozens shots at you, busting you open and breaking some of your bones, but that's not what I did, Smith."

(Smith goes to speak, but Edward stops him and continues.)

EDWARD: "Don't bother responding Smith. This is just a message from me to you. You see, The Jester plans on retaining our No Limits Title next week and we don't want it to be a cheap victory. We want to show the world that The Jester can and will beat top talent here in the AWA and you, Smith, are considered one of the top contenders here in the AWA."

(Edward's face suddenly twitches an angry scowl comes up, telling us Elias has come in control. Elias puts a finger into the chest of Smith, who is staring intensely at the very unique man in front of him.)

ELIAS: "Enjoy the time off you had tonight, Smith, because, next week, time's only gonna bring you pain!"

(With that, Elias forcefully shoves Smith with the finger pressed against Smith's chest, causing the big man to take a step back. However, Smith holds his ground as Elias turns and walks away, flexing and clenching his fists. Our view comes back to Herb and Frank after getting another glance at the intense look on A.C. Smith's face.)

HS: "Well, one thing is for sure: the No Limits Title match at Classic is going to be one to watch, folks!"

(Our view goes back to Herb and Frank.)

HS: "And now we've come to the AWA No Limits Championship match! A.C. Smith, a former No Limits champ himself, will try and regain the title against one of the longest-reigning champions in No Limits history, the Jester!"

FJ: "Psh. No Limits? Those matches have become so tame!"

HS: "Remember, though, Frank, this is Classic. You better believe that both men will come out with all guns a'blazing!"

FJ: "Psh. I'm going to get peanuts."

HS: "Suit yourself."

("Keep on Rockin' in the Free World," by Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young, blares over the speakers as A.C. Smith comes down the aisle. He appears very focused as he makes his way towards ringside, but once he enters the ring, he can't help but be initially taken aback by the standing-room-only crowd. After a few moments, he loosens up by bouncing off the ring ropes before going to his corner and waiting for his opponent.)

HS: "We saw earlier on tonight that Smith is very confident heading into this match."

FJ: "Why? Seems like he can't BUY a win!"

HS: "Well, look who he's lost to as of late: Low, John Williams, and Logan Alexander."

FJ: "The only good deed he's done is giving his US title to a more worthy champion in Low!"

HS: "FRANK!"

(The lights suddenly go out.)

HS: "Strange. We seem to be having technical difficulties here."

(The darkness remains for a few moments before, suddenly, a spotlight shines straight down onto the stage, lighting up the area in front of the entrance curtain. A few moments later, a single man steps out from behind the curtain. He is dressed like a man from the middle ages, with puffy clothes and a cap with a feather in it on his head. In his hands is a trumpet. He lifts the trumpet up to play and play he does. He lets out a royal sounding tune and begins walking towards the ring. The spotlight follows him down the ramp as the crowd mumbles and buzzes about what is going on.)

FJ: "What the Hell is this guy doing here? This is Classic, not the renaissance fair!"

(The trumpeting man finally reaches the ring, stepping up the steel steps and through the ropes. He then heads to the center of the ring, turns on the dime and faces the entrance from which he came. He stops playing the trumpet, placing it down on the canvas beside him. He then reaches to his back and pulls up a large scroll in front of him, unfurling it.)

FJ: "What's on that scroll?"

HS: "I have a feeling we'll find out soon enough."

(Many spotlights begin to dance and twirl around the crowd and the arena. We begin to hear the sound of many trumpets blaring that same royal tune the man standing in the ring was playing. The spotlights all begin to slow down and eventually settle at various spots around the crowd. Standing in each of the spotlights is another man, dressed like the first, playing a trumpet. We hear the sound of drums and flutes kick in near the entrance ramp and a large spotlight shines on it, illuminating a large line of men with drums and flutes, lined up all the way from the top of the ramp to the bottom on both sides.)

HS: "It's a medieval orchestra!"

(Suddenly, all of the trumpets, drums and flutes stop and there is nothing but the buzzing of the crowd left as noise, until the original man in the center of the ring reads the scroll in front of him for all to hear.)

MAN: "PRESENTING: A man who DEFINES No Limits, the TRUE all around wrestler, the third longest reigning No Limits Champion EVER in the AWA…THE JESTER!"

(With that, the lights suddenly go out once more and a multi-coloured silhouette of a laughing court jester's head is displayed on the Ameritron.)

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHAAAAAAAAA!!!

(A loud, high-pitched chord is heard for a few moments before "Welcome Home" by Metallica begins to play out at about 2:10 into the song. The animation of the court jester's head fixates itself in a large, twisted, ear-to-ear smile on the Ameritron as lights of all different colours begin to slowly roll over the crowd all over the arena. Without further ado, The Jester rushes out from the back and jogs over to the far left side of the stage, playing to the fans and showing off his No Limits Title belt, the bells on his hat jingling loudly. He then runs to the opposite side and does the same thing. The crowd cheers him on, realizing that the personality in control is Sam.)

Build my fear of what's out there,
cannot breathe the open aaaair.
Whisper things into my brain,
assuring me that I'm insaaaaane.

(Smoke begins to rise along the sides of the entrance ramp, creating two smokey walls that to encase the ramp all the way down to the ring area. Sam runs back to the center of the stage. He looks all around the crowd, holding one hand above his eyebrows to "magnify" his view and another in the air to show off his No Limits Title belt. Once his encompassing glance reaches the ring, he points at it with his free hand and nods wildly. The crowd cheers as Sam breaks out in a sprint down the entrance ramp.)

They think our heads are in their hands,
but violent use brings violent plaaaans.
Keep him tied, it makes him well,
he's getting better, can't you tellllll?

(As Sam sprints down the ramp, the bells on his jester hat continue to jingle wildly. The lights floating around the crowd suddenly excite and begin to dart around wildly and uncontrollably. The chords and tone of "Welcome Home" suddenly pick up and the vocals become harsher.)

No more can they keep us in,
Listen, damn it! We will winnnnnn!

(With one final gallop, Sam reaches the ring and slides in under the bottom ropes. Sam turns to his back mid-slide and kips up to his feet. He rushes to the nearest turnbuckle and raises his arms high into the air, showing off his title belt once more and basking in the cheers of his fans. The contrast of the cheers to the heavy song in the background is certainly confusing to say the least.)

They see it right, they see it well,
but they think this saves us from our Hellllllllllllllllllllll!

(With that final word, the song abruptly ends and the lights suddenly go back on, Sam standing atop the turnbuckle with a look of pure glee. Sam takes off his jester hat and throws it into the crowd, then does a back flip off the turnbuckle, landing in the center of the ring. He hands over the title belt to the referee and gives him a thumbs up.)

HS: "Well, that was one of the most contrasting entrances I've ever seen!"

FJ: "The Jester IS contrast, Herb! That's what makes him so great!"

HS: "We'll sure find out right here and now. Here's the bell, and away we go!"

(The bell rings, and both men are in no hurry to lock up, circling the ring. They finally do after a few seconds, and the Jester comes away with a side headlock. Smith, though, counters quickly with a side suplex, going behind the quickly-rising Jester and locking in a hammerlock. The champion shimmies over to the ropes and grabs the top one, forcing A.C. to break the hold, which he does. Sam turns around and pokes A.C. right in the eye before circling him, throwing in a few playful slaps to the face for good measure.

Sam continues to joke around, somersaulting around the ring. Smith, though, has had enough, and catches him in mid-somersault before driving him to the mat with a vicious piledriver! He stomps Sam's head multiple times before picking him up, whipping him into the ropes, and catching him with a strong scoop slam. A reverse chinlock with several punches mixed in follows, and after Smith brings the Jester up off the mat, he puts him right back down on it with a suplex before going right back to the chinlock and punches.)

HS: "I guess Sam got a bit too playful in there!"

FJ: "It's guys like him that give the No Limits division a bad name! Champions like Low..."

HS: "Frank, do you realize that Damage, Inc. has turned down every request you've put in to become a member since their reformation?"

FJ: "I'm sure that's just an error in paperwork. It'll be sorted out soon."

HS: "Geez..."

(Sam eventually escapes from the hold and locks up with the challenger, coming away with a quick hip toss and an arm bar. Smith spins out, but misses a lariat and turns right back around into a dropkick from his opponent, who ducked the previous blow. His momentum carries him into the ropes, and Smith bounces off into a drop toe hold from the champion. Sam then hits a standing moonsault to A.C.'s back and tries to make a cover, but Smith kicks out powerfully at one before attempting another lariat, which DOESN'T miss and, in fact, sends Sam halfway across the ring!

A.C. stays on the offensive with an elbow drop and a few swift kicks to the ribcage. Sam eventually has to use the ropes to rise to his feet, and Smith wastes no time taking advantage of the situation, whipping him into the opposite corner and following up with an avalanche and a belly-to-belly suplex, which gets the first two-count of the match from referee Stu Abbot. Sam, who surprisingly appears none the worse for wear, springs up before A.C., goes to the nearby turnbuckle, and jumps off with a sunset flip. Abbot's right there, but the pin attempt only gets a short two-count.

Not discouraged, Sam demands a lock-up with A.C. after dragging him to his feet. Smith is all too happy to oblige, but Sam goes to the legs with a sweeping kick to the back of his left knee that sends A.C. spinning. Now behind the much-bigger challenger, Sam tries to hit a bulldog, but Smith keeps Sam up on his shoulder and counters by effortlessly depositing the champion onto the arena floor below the ring, resulting in Sam going head-first into the steel guardrail!)

HS: "Here we go, folks! This is what makes the No Limits division as unique as it is!"

FJ: "No rules doesn't mean a thing if a kid and a former cop are the ones wrestling!"

(Smith goes through the ropes and to the arena floor, but is met with a surprise knife-edge chop to his sternum. Indeed, Frank is once again wrong, as the cocky grin on the face of the Jester says Robert is now in control! The chop stalls Smith's attack, and Robert takes advantage, unloading with several powerful punches to his head before reaching up and grabbing his head. He tries to send Smith face-first into the guardrail, but Smith blocks him and counters with a hard elbow to the chest before turning around and uncorking a vicious punching combo as well.

As Robert staggers into the ring apron, Smith tries to set up a body slam, but Robert instinctively goes low, to the jeers of the crowd. After briefly mocking the fans, the champion removes the padding at ringside and DDT's the challenger onto the concrete floor! A few stomps to Smith's chest follow, and Robert seizes the moment, rolling A.C. back into the ring.)

HS: "This is why the Jester has been the AWA No Limits Champion for so long. He's really perfected that style."

FJ: "What, of pleasing me? Robert sure did! GO GET HIM!"

(Robert follows his opponent into the squared circle, waiting for Smith to rise. He does, and is greeted with a standing drop kick. After rising from the canvas, Smith tries an Irish whip, but it's countered, and Robert executes a drop toe hold to send A.C. back down to the mat before locking in a side headlock. Smith rises to his feet and tries to counter with a side suplex, but Robert flips out and catches him with a knee lift to the gut, followed by the Jester's second sunset flip of the match. Abbot is there: One, two, no, just two.

Not at all fazed by the kick-out, Robert smirks and calls for the Best Damn Suplex Ever!)

HS: "Robert's got control of this match, and he wants to end it here and now!"

FJ: "As he should! Show that bum Smith how a wrestling match is REALLY won!"

(Robert drags Smith up and gets him up into the suplex position, but Smith spins out and lands on his feet behind him! Robert turns around and is promptly LEVELED by a huge spear as the crowd roars in approval!)

HS: "You didn't think A.C.'d give up THAT easily, did you?"

FJ: "Well, I can sure hope!"

(Smith mounts Robert and pounds away with blows to the cranium. He then stands him up next to him and drives him back down to the canvas with a reverse Russian legsweep before applying a dragon sleeper and hitting an inverted suplex. He reapplies the move on the ground, but Robert's outstretched leg reaches the ropes, and Smith breaks the hold. When Robert rises, both men lock up, and Robert comes away with an arm drag. He tries another, but Smith doesn't let him toss, instead rolling through and countering with a triangle choke.

The referee forces Smith to break the hold after a few seconds, which he does. The Jester uses this to his advantage, as he swivels around and grabs A.C.'s ankle, tripping him. He makes a quick cover, but only gets a two-count. Getting up, we see that the cockiness of Robert has disappeared from the champion's face, and is now replaced with the focus of Edward, telling us HE'S now in control. The two men trade swift martial arts kicks, with Edward coming away the victor thanks to an enziguiri.

The Jester stays on the attack with a series of knees into Smith's head. Smith eventually rolls away and gets up before dodging a roundhouse kick and countering with a t-bone suplex! Edward's momentum carries him under the bottom rope, and Smith follows to the arena floor. After short flurries of punches by both men, they lock up, and Smith comes away with a hand on Edward's neck and drags him towards a corner of the ring, where ring steps and the ring post await!)

HS: "Things certainly don't look too good for Edward right now!"

FJ: "What happened to honor and integrity? Huh? Huh? Huh, Smith?"

HS: "So if you were in the ring with the Jester, you'd just let him have the first crack at the use of weapons, no questions asked?"

FJ: "Hey, it's not MY head that's about to be bashed in!"

HS: "Groan..."

(Smith thinks of an innovative way to use the steps and post, slamming Edward, skull-first, into the bottom-most step, the next one up, and the top one, in order, before concluding with a slam into the metal post. Edward reels back towards the guardrail, and Smith grabs the ring steps before slamming them into the Jester's chest repeatedly! He then throws them back towards the ring and hits a savate kick to Edward's chin, which has now started to bleed slightly.

Realizing he can't win the match outside of the ring, Smith rolls Edward back into the ring and continues his onslaught with an Irish whip and a back body drop. He then picks Edward up for another Irish whip, catching him with a powerful modified body slam!)

HS: "Big Apple Slam! And now the champion is really feeling the pain!"

FJ: "Psh. At least he still has the advantage in MY book!"

(A.C. then signals to the crowd that it's time for the Big Apple Asskicker!)

HS: "Does your book cover THAT, Frank?"

FJ: "Um...hang on, let me check my formula..."

(Smith picks the Jester up in a gorilla press slam and drops him down to the mat with authority! However, as he runs to the ropes for the big splash, he doesn't notice that Edward landed on all fours! Smith pivots off the ropes, and right into a superkick from the champion!)

HS: "K.O. Kick! K.O. Kick! What a comeback by Edward!"

FJ: "...plus curse words, plus sneak attacks, multiplied by insults towards Herb..."

HS: "Shut up, Frank! The Jester just turned the tide of this match!"

FJ: "Oh. Well, screw that, then."

(Smith staggers for a while before falling into the ropes, inadvertently tying himself up! Then, we see something that must come as a true shock to A.C.: The focused concentration of Edward has vanished, replaced by the sheer rage of Elias! He immediately goes to work on the challenger, working him up and down with hard right and left hands. Eventually, Smith falls out of the ropes, but he lies prone on the mat as Elias stomps a proverbial mudhole!

He finally gets up off the canvas, but Elias whips him into the corner, following with a running clothesline. He then goes up top, raining down with more slugging towards A.C.'s head, before getting him out of the corner with a strong monkey flip and mounting him with, you guessed it, more punches. Smith gets up, and Elias shows his strength and willpower by slamming the much-larger Smith back down to the canvas!)

HS: "Incredible! Elias is 45 pounds lighter, and five inches shorter, than Smith, yet he seemed to slam him down with relative ease!"

FJ: "That's the No Limits champ I know and love! KILL HIM! KILL HIM!"

HS: "Frank, why didn't you go get peanuts?"

(Elias drops down with a knee drop and covers, but only gets a short two-count. The two lock up, and Smith comes away with a side headlock. Showing his slam was no fluke, Elias throws Smith's arm off and escapes the hold, coming back with a running Thesz press that takes A.C. down. He continues his reckless assault with an underhook DDT as Smith rises, and after he hits the canvas, he signals for Retaliation!)

HS: "And now it's ELIAS who is in control of this all-out war! He's calling for Retaliation, which would spell certain disaster for the "tank of the AWA!"

FJ: "Psh, more like the WANK of the AWA!"

HS: "Funny, I thought you were above middle school humor."

FJ: "Nope!"

(Elias has little trouble lifting Smith up into a fireman's carry position. He spins him around, but like Edward before, A.C. makes a fairly-graceful landing behind Elias! The champ turns around, only to be greeted by an insulting slap to the face as the crowd goes bananas!)

FJ: "NO NO NO!"

HS: "A.C.'s just given Elias a taste of his own...well, Edward's...medicine! And I don't think the Jester likes it too much!"

(Indeed, much like his other personalities, Elias fades, and we suddenly are treated to a face featuring wide eyes, a dropped jaw, and a horrified demeanor. Theodore has come out, and it's apparent as he tries to run away from Smith! A.C. catches him before he gets too far, though, and executes an atomic drop that knocks him to the canvas! Smith stays on the attack with a wristlock, but he breaks it himself, goes behind, and applies a dragon sleeper. Instead of going for a submission, though, Smith raises his right arm and hits three forearms to Theodore's chest, each getting a bigger pop from the crowd, before dropping a hard elbow that causes the champion to drop to the mat in a heap, rolling away from attempted stomps from Smith!)

HS: "That was the Police Lineup, and right now, it looks like Theodore's resisting arrest!"

FJ: "...and you say MY one-liners are bad."

HS: "They are."

FJ: "Oh."

(Smith finally catches up to Theodore and makes it count, hitting a number of stomps in succession from head to toe. Theodore, though, continues running, rolling to the outside to regroup. Smith follows, and the champ finally starts fighting back with quick, stick-and-move jabs. However, Smith catches on to the rhythm of the blows, and counters with a hard overhead forearm that knocks Theodore silly!

A.C. tries to continue the attack, but suddenly, the Jester starts somersaulting backwards with a smile on his face! We've come full circle, and it's Sam who is now the dominant personality! Smith gets very frustrated, and tries a running lariat, but Sam jumps up and drives him to the arena floor with a surprise facebuster! He then goes up to the apron and comes down with a senton splash that squarely connects with Smith's neck before giving him his due, ramming his head into each of the steel steps and the ring post, like HE did before!)

FJ: "See? How's it feel, Piggie?"

HS: "You do realize it's Sam on the attack, right?"

FJ: "...shit."

(Sam realizes Smith may very well be down for the count, and decides to look under the apron for more "toys." He reaches in, and drags out a huge ladder, setting it up and scaling it as nearby fans gasp. He then signals for the Phoenix Splash, coming off the top step with a corkscrew 450 splash! Unfortunately...

BAM!)

HS: "He missed it! He missed the Phoenix Splash off the top step of that massive ladder! Smith rolled out of the way just after Sam took flight!"

FJ: "This could be a good thing! Maybe this'll shock Elias or Robert back! GET UP!"

(Smith comes to his senses, standing up and surveying the scene around him. He wastes no time picking Sam up and delivering a huge gorilla press slam on him, his second of the match! This time, Sam falls face-down onto the concrete floor, and Smith appears in position to take real control of the match. He starts running towards Sam for his big splash, when he notices Herb and Frank's announcer's table.)

FJ: "A.C.! Buddy! Pal!"

HS: "My how things change! I wonder what he wants..."

(Smith stops, and picks Sam up, draping his unconscious body on the table before walking up the ring steps...and up the turnbuckles!)

HS: "Could he be..."

FJ: "NO!"

HS: "He's going to try a big splash from the top turnbuckle onto our announcer's table! If he hits this, it's over!"

(Smith jumps off, and his flying bodypress hits directly with its target, smashing the table to bits! Smith bounces off the carnage, and lies on his stomach in obvious pain, while the Jester hasn't moved since he missed the Phoenix Splash.

Stu Abbot leaves the ring, and surveys the scene. He then goes over to ring announcer Nick Edwards and whispers something in his ear. Edwards then grabs his microphone.)

EDWARDS: "Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has ruled that both competitors are unable to continue the bout. Therefore, this match is a DRAW!"

(Edwards is booed ferociously by the nearby fans, and as a result, is escorted to the back by Abbot as paramedics tend to the fallen grapplers.)

HS: "Well, ladies and gentlemen, we've truly seen a war here tonight between two tremendous athletes."

FJ: "Six!"

HS: "Ugh...wait, what's this? Smith's asking for a microphone!"

(Indeed, despite the wounds on his body, Smith wants to talk. He takes the microphone, and opens his mouth to speak.)

SMITH: "Jester...you and me...Shock...rematch..."

(Smith drops the microphone and is helped onto a stretcher by the medics as the crowd roars in approval. We see the Jester finally coming to his senses, and he nods as he's loaded onto a stretcher as well.)

HS: "...they're going to do this AGAIN?!"

FJ: "What idiots!"

HS: "Well, regardless, it's another reason to tune into next week's Shock! AWA fans, last night at the Park Hyatt Milan hotel, the AWA celebrated its highlights of the previous year. Let us take you back to yesterday's AWA Awards ceremony."

(We return to the festivities in the banquet hall of the fancy hotel.)

HS: "Here to present the award for Feud of the Year, my broadcast colleague, Frank Jackson!"

(Frank, in a powder blue tuxedo, quickly enters the stage to a mix of cheers and boos. People like Damage, Inc. and Jason Storm cheer for Frank, whereas men such as John Williams, A.C. Smith and Orlando Ortega boo him.)

FJ: "Thank you, thank you, thank you. The AWA has been the home to many memorable feuds. A memorable feud can consist of a series of excellent matches, but often consists of a string of violent antics and battles. Our nominated feuds are the best examples for at least one of the criteria. Nominated are..."

..."Logan Alexander versus Snake"...

..."Orlando Ortega versus The Legendary Low"...

..."Jayson Price versus Logan Alexander"...

..."Brian Stevens versus The Legendary Low"...

..."and Brian Stevens versus Ray Owens"...

(Frank popens the envelope.)

FJ: "And the Feud of the Year 2007 is... Brian Stevens versus Ray Owens!"

(Again loud ovations erupt at the table of Damage, Inc., while the rest of the people in attendance mostly boo. A triumphant Brian Stevens is making his way onto the stage.)

STEVENS: "At King Of The Kage, Brian Stevens and Ray Owens waged war for 27 minutes. We both suffered concussions. We both left the match broken, sore and bruised. However, I left with something Owens wasn't able to leave with... and that's the AWA World Title. In fact, Ray Owens wasn't able to leave by himself at all, and my guess is that he isn't able to leave the hospital yet either. For that reason I accept this award on behalf of both of us. Owens probably appreciates pudding and a straw over this anyway. BELIEVE THAT, TOO!"

("Jet Black New Year" begins to play and Stevens starts walking off the stage.)

HS: "Ladies and gentlemen, here to present the award for Match of the Year..."

(Suddenly Brian Stevens interrupts.)

STEVENS: "Should I stay right up here?"

HS: "No, you can sit down for now."

STEVENS: "Okay."

(Stevens finally leaves and Herb continues to speak.)

HS: "Here to present the award for Match of the Year is Cosma Galaktika!"

(Almost total silence hits the banquet hall, again except for the Damage, Inc. faction, who cheer on The High Priestess of Weird as she makes her way onto the stage, wearing... well, it's really hard to describe. You have to see for yourself.)

COSMA: "Quade deSade's teeth and the colorrr yellow... Norrrth Carrrolina and cows... Parrris Hilton and birrrth contrrrol... Nick Hogan and speedbumps... Two of my fingerrrs and Onslaught's anal sphincterrr... they all match perrrfectly, but none of them arrre Match of the Yearrr... nominated arrre..."

..."AWA Classic, Orrrlando Orrrtega verrrsus Nightmist"...

..."AWA Classic, Nathan Hawthorrrne-Lee verrrsus Brrrian Stevens"...

..."AWA Classic, Brrrian Williams verrrsus The Legendarrry Low"...

..."Overrrpowerrr, The Legendarrry Low verrrsus Orrrlando Orrrtega"...

..."Last Man Standing, Nathan Hawthorrrne-Lee verrrsus Snake"...

..."Wrrrestlefest VIII, Jai Williams verrrsus Quade deSade"...

..."Wrrrestlefest VIII, Jayson Prrrice verrrsus Logan Alexanderrr verrrsus Terrrrrry James"...

..."Hell On Earrrth, Nathan Hawthorrrne-Lee verrrsus Logan Alexanderrr"...

..."Vorrrtex, Logan Alexanderrr verrrsus Snake"...

..."Sunday Night Shock, Evan Heirrr verrrsus Logan Alexanderrr"...

..."and King Of The Kage, Brrrian Stevens verrrsus Rrray Owens"...

(Cosma pulls up her... UGH... and pulls the envelope out of her... YUCK!)

COSMA: "And the Match of the Yearrr awarrrd goes to... Brrrian Stevens and Nathan Hawthorrrne-Lee forrr Classic 2006!"

(Some applause echoes hrough the banquet hall, as a lot of people acknowledge Stevens and NHL for the brutal match they had last year at Classic. Stevens and NHL walk onto the stage.)

NHL: "Sadly, that bloody moron Nathan can't be with us tonight. But I will gladly take this award in his 'honor', after all, it was my body that this imbecile put through hell with this man, Brian Stevens."

(Stevens grins.)

STEVENS: "I could have stayed right up here, because The Damage, Inc. Show continues. Maybe Nathan was the one who won that match that night, but I am the one still standing atop the AWA. I am Brian FUCKING Stevens. BELIEVE THAT, part 3!"

(Stevens and NHL shake hands as "Damage, Inc." begins to play.)

HS: "Boy that Cosma, she's a really...'interesting' person."

FJ: "Oh boy she sure is!!"

("Born In Xixax" by Nina Hagen begins to play and a mixed reaction greets the Damage, Inc. lovebirds Cosma Galaktika and Onslaught.)

HS: "Speak of the devil, here is our lovely couple now."

FJ: "Onslaught, this lucky bastard!"

(Cosma is still wearing her nun dress, while Onslaught is in his wrestling gear after previously competing in the Gauntlet Match. The two walk down the ramp hand in hand. The fans really don't like any members of Damage, Inc., but they can't help feeling the love... or feeling amused by the sexual exploits of Cosma and Onslaught.)

HS: "This has to be the least likely lovestory since... forever!"

FJ: "I'm not so sure that this is a lovestory as much as it is a porn magazine."

(Cosma lifts one of her legs up on the apron, then the other one and lifts herself up in a split-legged position. She moves her upperbody underneath the bottom rope, and as she does, Onslaught stands behind her and... well, kinda dances, although his dance looks more like hip thrusting. He gets onto the apron and follows Cosma into the ring over the top rope. Cosma asks for a microphone and as the music dies down, she begins to speak in her low, raspy voice.)

COSMA: "The last few weeks have been the most amazing in my life. The day I perrrsonally met you, Onslaught, the day I officially joined Damage, Incorrrporrrated, I knew you werrre the hottest thing on Earrrth... and in the entirrre univerrrse."

(Onslaught nods in agreement.)

COSMA: "And at firrrst you did not feel forrr me what I felt forrr you. But when I trrricked... I mean SEDUCED you into the best sex of yourrr entirrre life, you learrrned that a lack of youth can be overrrcum by a wealth of experrrience. And now you know what floating in the infinite depths of the Univerrrse is all about."

HS: "She is talking gibberish."

FJ: "Hey, Onslaught never complained about her oral skills."

HS: "Come on now."

COSMA: "Rrrememberrr all the good times. Frrrom doing it in frrront of Buckingham Palace... orrr at the Vatican's public holy toilets... frrrom using whips and chains... to yourrr body experriencing pleasurrres you neverrr wanted to experrrience..."

(Onslaught rubs his butt in a weird and uncomfortable moment.)

COSMA: "Therrre has been quite the onslaught in me and quite some galaktik happenings in you, that's forrr surrre. So this is the big moment forrr us to go public with ourrr love..."

FJ: "Well, actually Onslaught confided in me that it's really just the best sex he's ever had."

HS: "It looks like it is more to Cosma."

(Suddenly, Cosma drops down on one knee in front of Onslaught.)

HS: "What the hell is she doing?"

COSMA: "Arrre you rrready?"

(Onslaught nods with an excited expression on his face. We can see him mouthing the words "Public sex!" as he steps towards the kneeling Cosma and starts to untie his wrestling trunks. Faster than you can say "fellatio" Cosma slaps an open hand against Onslaught's not-yet-exposed testicles and the male section of the crowd groans as his Onslaught staggers back a few steps.)

FJ: "I guess Cosma has a different idea."

HS: "Oh REALLY?"

(Suddenly Cosma holds a ring in her hand.)

COSMA: "Onslaught, I want the onslaught in my lowerrr rrregions to neverrr end. I have found a soul- and ****mate in you and I want to sharrre the rrrest of my life doing the dirrrty with you. Onslaught... ummm... what's yourrr rrreal name?"

(Onslaught, still in a bit of pain from the ball-slapping, looks a little surprised as Cosma holds the microphone for him.)

ONSLAUGHT: "Ben Ottoson."

COSMA: "Ben Ottoson, will you marrrrrry me?"

(The crowd pops as Cosma asks THE question. However, Onslaught hesitates. Cosma's eyes gleam with anticipation. Onslaught seems to ponder his response.)

HS: "What is he waiting for?"

FJ: "He's probably pondering whether to live together with this nutcase, I mean wonderful being in exchange for the best sex of his life... or not have to put up with her weirdness, I mean her exotic behaviour in exchange for missing the best sex of his life?"

HS: "So what will it be? Great sex or living in peace?"

(Onslaught still seems unsure what to say or how to act.)

COSMA: "I rrrepeat. Ben Onslaught, will you marrry me?"

(As Cosma licks her lips and does a few quick lashes with her tongue, Onslaught seemingly makes up his mind. He grabs the microphone.)

ONSLAUGHT: "Yo bitch!"

(The crowd pops as Cosma puts the ring onto Onslaught's finger. The two then engage in the wettest, most disgusting French kiss you will ever see. As Cosma puts her hand into Onslaught's tights and starts rubbing away, several AWA officials storm the ring and the well-prepared producer hastily cuts away to a commercial for the upcoming "Sensational - The Brian Stevens Story" DVD set.)

HS: "Anyway, ladies and gentlemen, let us take you back to what led to our next match."

...It all started so innocently...

(We see scenes from King Of The Kage 2006, where Logan Alexander and The Legendary Low exchange some holds and counters until Low counters Logan with a roll-up to get the win.)

...but it picked up heat so quickly...

(We are taken back to Sunday Night Shock on November 12th, 2006, where Logan almost beats Low for the AWA World title, only for the referee to go down and Richard O. Dickinson III and Debbie Stone to get involved. Jayson Price makes an appearance and accidentally hits Logan with a chair, allowing Low to escape with his title reign intact as he loses this match by disqualification.)

...and then took a shocking turn...

(We see the scenes of Logan turning on his fellow ECW members Price and Terry James and joining with Low. We fast forward to Low introducing Logan as his new apprentice as they introduce the Logan Awesomness Rating System.)

...but the union went sour rather quick...

(We see scenes of Low getting involved with Logan's matches at Vortex and Springs And Breaks, as well as Logan losing to World Champion Nathan Hawthorne-Lee and Brian Stevens.)

...things started to change...

(We see Low joining Damage, Inc. and returning to in-ring competition in April.)

...but one man would change in a different direction...

(We see Low offering a leery Logan a spot in Damage, Inc., only for Logan to turn it down and attack the entire group.)

...apprenticeship no more...

(We see the various scenes of Logan and Low battling each other over the past few months, highlighted by their battle at King Of The Kage and their various attacks in recent weeks, picking out weakened bodyparts.)

...the challenges...

(We see Logan first challenging to a match at Classic and Low accepting after attacking Logan, then Low hesitating to accept Logan's challenge to a European Rules Match.)

...the future?...

(We see Low losing his last two European – formerly Low – Rules Matches, getting pinned by Brian Williams after the Blinded Fate at Vortex 2005, and tapping out to Nathan Hawthorne-Lee's triangle choke at Wrestlefest VIII.)

...tonight, teacher versus student, mentor versus protege... Low versus Logan... European Rules.

(The video comes to a halt with a graphic of Low and Logan face-to-face, before we cut back into Stadio San Siro.)

HS: "Ladies and gentlemen, the rules for the European Rules Match are as follows. This match is set for five rounds with each round lasting five minutes. The match can end prematurely by pinfall, submission, countout or disqualification. A panel of judges, comprised of three former AWA World Champions, will be sitting at ringside. Holds and counterholds, submissions, amateur moves and throws will earn you points, cheating, high flying and striking will deduct points. If there is no winner by the end of round five, the judges will decide the winner. After each round, we will be informed by the judges who they saw as the winner of each round. The winner gets to decide the name of this kind of match."

FJ: "Both men go into this match with weakened bodyparts, as Low has been attacking Logan's shoulder for weeks, but Logan retaliated by attacking Low's back a number of times. This is either a relationship gone sour... or another tactical masterpiece in The Legendary Low's career."

HS: "Yes, if you believe his claims that he intentionally joined with Logan to derail his career. I, for one, do not believe Low."

FJ: "Wonderful, Herb, now let us get to it. I can't await Low tying Logan up in knots, and I can't await to find out who our three judges are."

HS: "Then let us go back to the ring."

(The ring announcer is standing in the middle of the ring.)

RA: "Ladies and gentlemen, here to judge the upcoming European Rules Match for the AWA United States Heavyweight title..."

"He is a 2004 AWA Hall of Fame inductee... he is a former AWA Television Champion and a three-time AWA World Heavyweight Champion... from Columbus, Ohio, I give you STEVEN CALDERA!"

(The crowd explodes as "Rock The Night" by Guitarboy begins to play and Steven Caldera steps out onto the stage.)

HS: "We haven't seen Caldera in two or three years! And he's looking pretty good. His career in GCW must go well."

FJ: "Caldera!?!? I can't believe it. How is that fair? This is the man that ended Low's first World title reign and also guided The Fish to his World title win over Low."

HS: "I am sure AWA officials and Caldera re on the same page when it comes to how to judge this match."

(Caldera walks down the ramp, clearly enjoying the welcoming the Italian AWA fans give him. Caldera slides into the ring and mounts the turnbuckle, eliciting thousands of flashbulbs to quickly light up Stadio San Siro. Caldera takes in the crowd reaction for a few more moments, before exiting the ring and sitting down on a chair right next to the announce table.)

FJ: "I hope the news will get better for Low."

HS: "Realistically, how many former World Champions AREN'T enemies of Low?"

FJ: "Not too many."

RA: "Ladies and gentlemen, our second judge. He is a 2000 AWA Hall of Fame inductee... he is a two-time AWA Tag Team Champion, a former AWA United States, Television and Cruiserweight Champion, a two-time AWA World Heavyweight Champion... from Los Angeles, California, the reigning LWA Universal Champion... "The Man That May Just End Your Career" LARS FREDRICKSON!"

(The crowd erupts in a mixed reaction as "Blood & Whiskey" by The Dropkick Murphys begins to play. Lars Fredrickson steps out onto the stage, proudly displaying his LWA Universal title.)

HS: "What? He still has that prop, I mean, title?"

FJ: "Haha, this is great, Lars looks tremendous. And what do you mean, prop? This title is the oldest still active title in the business, going back to 1900. It was held by such wrestling legends as Ivan Drunkin Jackov, Les Jitty Mayte Lee, Italian legend Michele Armando Francesco Ilio Assassinati, Mahmut Achallimeh Achallabah Achlassmichdochinruhe, as well as 'Big Boom' Tcherno Beal."

HS: "Come on, we all know it's phony."

FJ: "Phony? Lars defeated Curiously Bruce The Gay Midget for the title after Jimmy 'James' Doe died in a speeding boat accident at age 138. Lars has been defending the title all over the world since then. There is nothing phony about it!"

(Lars, wearing a faded Manowar T-shirt and an old, worn-out black suit, smugly plays guitar with the prestigious LWA Universal title belt as he walks down the ramp. Taking his time to climb up the ring steps, Lars finally gets into the ring and walks frantically around.)

HS: "This crowd is giving Lars a mixed reaction. He was a very hated man during his active time in the AWA, but some people seem to have fond memories of him."

FJ: "I wonder which memories dominate in Low's mind. Him and Lars ruling the AWA with The Administration, or Lars pissing on Ramona A. Stone's grave and battling Low in a Barbed Wire Match at last year's No More Drama... Lars' last match in the AWA?"

(Lars exits the ring and sits down next to Caldera. Lars heckles Caldera a bit, but Caldera just ignores Lars and moves his chair further away from him.)

RA: "And judge number three... he is a 2002 AWA Hall of Fame inductee... he is a former AWA Tag Team Champion, a former AWA Television, Hardcore and Cruiserweight Champion, a two-time AWA United States Champion and a two-time AWA World heavyweight Champion... "The Rage" MORTIS VALLEY!"

(The arena dims and the crowd erupts in cheers as "Calling From Heaven" begins to play. Mortis Valley steps out onto the stage, wearing a black suit and tie, his hair tied back in a ponytail. He begins to walk down the ramp at half pace.)

HS: "Mortis Valley, the former owner of the AWA and the second Grand Slam Champion. Five years ago at Classic, Low and Mortis wrote history by engaging in a brutal Death Match that had no winner."

FJ: "Mortis was Low's first true enemy in the AWA and the two men rose to the top almost simultaneously. Their last pair of encounters took place in 2003, when they switched the World and US titles in an Iron Man Match and a Heaven To Hell Match, respectively."

(Mortis enters the ring and climbs up on every turnbuckle, greeting the crowd by raising his right fist into the air. Mortis then leaves the ring and sits down next to Lars, who can't help himself and mocks Mortis – who also just ignores him.)

FJ: "Looking at these judges, who all had major issues and bloody brawls with Low, it certainly doesn't look like he can get a fair shake here tonight."

HS: "As I said, AWA officials and these legends surely have come to an agreement. That being said, should they vote for Logan as the winner, it will serve as a nice excuse for Low, wouldn't it?"

FJ: "That's not his style."

HS: "Right. Anyway, the United States championship is up for grabs here tonight as two of the premier technical wrestlers in our sport face off one on one."

(The lights in the arena dim.)

FJ: "I think the victim is about to make his way down to the ring."

(The crowd is already starting to get worked up, while Mortis, Lars and Caldera look on in anticipation. A series of red and white pyros go off across the stage from the entrance way out to either side of the stage and "Boom" by P.O.D. starts to play through the arena. Logan Alexander runs out from the entryway and comes to a stop on the stage as one red and one white spotlight shine down on him from above with a large Italian flag in hand. He's not dressed in his usual ring attire, instead donning a Canadian Olympic team jacket with the hood hanging down behind him, red wrestling trunks with ‘Logan' written down each leg in white lettering, and a pair of white wrestling boots with red laces done up in the front of them. He smiles and waves the Italian flag around, getting a huge cheering reaction from the crowd.)

HS: "The challenger Logan Alexander is making a much flashier entrance than he usually does for an AWA event."

FJ: "Looks like he really wants to get and keep the fans behind him here tonight for what may be the biggest match in his career."

(Logan places the flag over his shoulder, letting it drape down behind him. He walks down the ramp, high-fiving the fans along the ramp, and the two spotlights crisscross over him repeatedly as he heads down to ringside. The crowd can already be heard chanting loudly for Logan by the time he gets down to the ring. He climbs the ring steps and into the ring. He waves the flag around for the crowd, then walks over to one of the corners and plants the flag on the ring post. Logan climbs to the second turnbuckle and punches both hands into the air; he then lowers his hands and motions across his waist. He climbs down from the corner and then makes his way around to each corner of the ring and repeats this sequence each time.)

HS: "Logan Alexander is already a four-time United States Champion. He defeated Cynder in early 2006 and carried the belt to Vortex. He won a 4-way Match to reclaim the title at Springs And Breaks 2006, but lost the belt two weeks later, only to beat Hellraisin' Holly the following week to kick off his 133 day reign that ended at last year's Classic. Finally, he beat Snake a few weeks after Overpower to regain the title from the man that ended his reign at Classic, which he held again for only two weeks before losing to the then red hot Nathan Hawthorne-Lee."

FJ: "I didn't bring my notes about Low's career. I have chronic back pain and the notes were just too heavy."

HS: "Shut up, Frank."

(Logan hops down from the fourth corner, unzips his jacket and then quickly removes it, revealing a white tank top with a red maple leaf on both the front and back and ‘Alexander' written across the back in red lettering. He circles the inside of the ring and drops his jacket out to ringside. Logan then makes his way over to the corner where he placed the flag and then climbs the turnbuckles and sits on the top turnbuckle. He stares towards the entrance way as the lights come back up inside the arena.)

FJ: "Logan certainly plays up his Canadian heritage tonight, but he also manages to get the cheap pop from the Italian crowd by bringing their flag."

HS: "Well, this is a chance for him to rewrite history again. He is trying to use this opportunity."

FJ: "But there's one man in his way, Herb… and he is THE man!"

(The cheers turn into boos as the opening chords of The Stooges' "My Idea Of Fun" begin to play.)

FJ: "And here he comes, the United States Champion."

(The arena lights are dimmed and Stadio San Siro is dipped in an orange light which illuminates the entire stadium. Orange fireworks go off at each side of the ramp, as well as each side of the stage. One by one the fireworks work their way towards the entrance area in the center of the stage. As they reach their destination, one HUGE orange explosion shakes Stadio San Siro's foundation. The boos intensify as The Legendary Low steps out onto the stage.)

FJ: "And here he is, The Ultimate Champion! This man has won so many championships in the AWA that it would simply take too long to list them all."

HS: "What we should mention is that this is Logan's second Classic appearance, having lost to Snake..."

FJ: "...haha..."

HS: "...last year. Low is making his sixth Classic appearance. In 2002 he wrestled to a draw with Mortis Valley, otherwise he is undefeated at Classic, beating Jack Happy and Drake Hyde in 2001 to win his first World title, defending the World title against Snakebite in 2003, and beating Whisper and Brian Williams in 2005 and 2006, respectively, to win his 8th and 10th World title."

(Low has added a few black highlights to his black hair, completing the color theme of black and orange. He is also wearing a black vest. On the front chest pocket we can see an orange "Big Apple". On the back it says "Low – America's Champion" in orange letters. As an orange firework rain almost looks like a curtain between Low and the Ameritron, Low starts walking down the ramp in a fast-paced manner, yelling at some of the fans right next to the ramp.)

FJ: "Low has told me that everyone dear to him has promised they will not appear with him tonight. Cosma Galaktika and Richard O. Dickinson III vowed not to interfere in this match, and Low's mother, the lovely Beverly Rhode, is only sitting at ringside as a spectator."

(We briefly cut to Beverly sitting in the front row, cheering for her son. Orange spotlight crisscross the stadium, as Low finally reaches the ring. He walks up the steps and draws some more boos as he arrogantly smiles to the crowd. He enters the ring and unbuckles the US title belt, taking it off his waist and raising it into the air. He walks over to Logan and provokes him by almost pushing the belt right into Logan's face, but Logan tries to stay calm. Low parades the belt around the ring, holding it up and pointing at it. He kisses the belt and then throws it at Logan, who manages to catch it before it falls out of the ring, but Low uses the distraction to grab the Italian flag instead. That alone earns him the loudest boos we have heard today.)

HS: "So this isn't cheap, huh?"

FJ: "Logan provoked him to this reaction!"

HS: "Sure he did."

(Low's music dies down, but it was almost drowned out by the boos anyway. Low pretends to sneeze into the Italian flag and then cleans his nose, before breaking the wooden pole over his knees and throwing the remains of the Italian flag out of the ring.)

FJ: "Look at these hotheaded fans, they are ready to riot."

(And indeed security has to restrain a few young male fans from jumping over the barricade. In the background we can see two AWA officials guiding Beverly Rhode away from ringside, as fans heckled her as well. Low then walks over to the side where Steven Caldera, Lars Fredrickson and Mortis Valley are seated and stares at them for a few moments.)

FJ: "One thing is for sure, Low is going to bring it all tonight."

(The referee raises the US title belt into the air while Low takes off his vest and hands it to a ring attendant. Low and Logan meet in the center of the ring, neither ever taking an eye off the other. The referee gets behind them and reminds them of the rules, especially stressing that the focus is on pure technical wrestling. We cut to the judges looking on in anticipation one more time and then the referee calls for the bell, which gets a round of applause from the very animated Italian fans.)

(The two combatants start circling each other. Then they lock up, with neither man getting a real advantage. However, neither man ants to break the lock-up either, so the referee steps in.)

HS: "Both men are starting this carefully, obviously not ready to give the other man even an inch."

FJ: "And it might very well end up being a methodical match, as this is about holds and counters much more than it is about high impact maneuvers or high flying."

(The two lock up again, and now it seems that Low is getting the upperhand. He slowly manages to push Logan into a corner, but refuses to break.)

HS: "If the referees has to keep breaking or counting these situations, it will cost the perpetrator some points in the eyes of the judges."

(We briefly cut to ringside, where Mortis is scribbling something down on a notepad. Low and Logan are still locked-up in the ring corner and the referee is counting, but neither man lets go of the other. The referee finally steps in and forces the break. SLAP! Low nails Logan with a LOUD slap. The crowd lets out a collective groan. SLAP! Logan responds with an even LOUDER slap that sands Low staggering back several steps, before he stumbles and lands on his butt.)

FJ: "How dare he disrespect his mentor like that?"

HS: "What? Low started it!"

FJ: "I didn't see that."

HS: "You didn't have to, the slap was loud enough."

(Low gets back and runs at Logan, but Logan sidsteps Low and pushes him chestfirst into the corner. He schoolboys Low, but only gets a one-count. Both men are back up and Low runs at Logan again, but Logan grabs him and rolls him up in a small package, but Low kicks out at one again. Both men are back up, but Logan takes Low down with a double leg takedown. He covers, but again, only a count of one. Logan picks Low up for a body slam, but this time Low is the one able to counter as he rolls Logan up and gets one as well. Logan goes for a hip toss, but Low holds on, spins Logan around and takes him down with a backslide for the first two-count of the match. Both men are back up and Logan charges Low, but Low ducks, grabs Logan in a side headlock and takes him over and to the mat. Logan, however, is able to catch Low's head in a head scissors and takes him over, but Low rolls over and onto Logan's upperbody into a pinning position. The referee counts to one, but Logan exhibits immense upperbody strength by powering up and into a bridge. The two spin around again, and now Logan tries for the backslide, but Low actually rolls over Logan's back and pulls him down in a small package to get another two-count. The two get to their feet and back up. A cordial round of applause acknowledges their series of counters.)

HS: "It is hard to say who got the better of that exchange."

FJ: "Yeah, but Low had more pin attempts AND more two-counts."

HS: "Regardless, the judges are busy writing down their notes. Both Low and Logan displayed a great deal of urgency here. It seems like both are interested in ending this match with a pinfall."

FJ: "A great showing of wrestling skills by both men."

(Low and his former apprentice lock up again. Low again applies the side headlock, but Logan is able to twist out of it and applies a hammerlock on Low. Low tries to spin his way out, but to no avail. He then tries to grab Logan by the back of the head to counter with a snapmare, but Logan pulls his head back and Low can't get a grip. Low ducks down and tries to grab Logan's leg to get him off-balance, but again, to no avail as Logan just sidesteps Low. Fed up with Logan's counters, Low connects with a mule kick right into Logan's crotch. The fans are irate, but Low just chuckles as Logan drops to the mat.)

HS: "What the... So much for sportsmanship and wrestling skills."

FJ: "Hey, it's the good old Greco-Roman mule kick."

HS: "This will certainly cost Low a number of points with the judges."

FJ: "So? He just sacrificed a few points for a greater goal. It's smart, as usual when Low is in the ring."

(Low pulls Logan up, hooks his arm and sends him down with a single arm DDT.)

FJ: "And now Low does what he does best – pick out a bodypart and take it apart. Now his plan will come to fruition, now all those attacks on Logan's shoulder will play into this match."

(And indeed, now it is Low who applies a hammerlock on the grounded Logan, almost pulling Logan's hand up to the back of his head. He then reaches around Logan's free arm and pulls him over into a pinning position. The referee counts 1... 2... but Logan gets one shoulder up. Low pushes down again and he gets 1... 2... and again, Logan is able to lift up one shoulder. Low pushes down for a third time and again the referee counts 1... 2... before Logan gets his shoulder up. Low realize that this will go on like this and lets go of Logan's arms, but follows up with a kneedrop to Logan's injured shoulder. Logan rolls out of the ring, right in front of the justice, and shakes his arm to regain some feeling in it.)

FJ: "What a coward."

HS: "Give me a break."

(We can see Lars, Caldera and Mortis taking their notes while Logan shakes his arm. Low is in the ring taunting Logan and the crowd, but Logan doesn't waste much time returning into the ring. Low already awaits him and grabs his arm just as he enters the ring and connects with an elbow drop to the shoulder. Low holds on to the arm and tries to lock Logan into a Fujiwara armbar, but Logan tries to fight out of it and is also still halfway out of the ring, so the referee tells Low to let go of Logan's arm, which he does. Logan jumps up and manages to tackle Low to the ground. He grabs Low's legs and goes for the Perfect Chaos Theory, but Low tries to wiggle his way out of it.)

FJ: "Booo! Thief! That's the Low Profile!"

HS: "No it's not!"

(The two men still struggle over the hold and Logan is finally able to turn Low on his side and apply the Perfect Chaos Theory. However, Low is very close to the ropes and manages to grab the bottom rope, and the referee tells Logan to break the hold, which he does. Low slowly gets back up and holds his back, but he has little time to rest as Logan grabs him and sends him over with a snap suplex, putting a hurting on Low's weakened back. For the first time in this encounter a clock appears in the right corner of our screen, and also at Stadio San Siro on the huge Ameritron, telling us that there are about 90 seconds left to go in this round. Logan sits Low up and applies a waistlock, almost a reverse bear hug, and applies more pressure on Low's back.)

HS: "So, is Logan the smart westler now as he works over Low's weakened back?"

FJ: "No, he's just a copycat using the tactics taught to him by his former mentor."

HS: "Uh huh, I see."

(Logan stills holds on to the waistlock when Low suddenly spins around in one swift movement, locks Logan's bad arm behind his neck, and pulls his head back, effectively applying the All-Time Low, causing a commotion in the crowd.)

FJ: "Typical Low, just when you think he's biding his time he uses his opponent's position to his advantage."

HS: "And now Logan is caught in one of Low's finishers!"

(Low pulls back on the Border City Stretch that he calls the All-Time Low, but he might just have pulled a little too much, as Logan manages to get a knee up and shift his weight. Low rolls onto his back and Logan rolls on top of him and covers him. 1... 2... but Low kicks out. Both men are back up and Low once again puts Logan into aside headlock, but Logan manages to lift Low up and over with a belly-to-back suplex. He holds on and lifts his own shoulder as the referee counts to two once again. Logan pulls Low up and goes for an Irish whip, but Low reverses and whips Logan into the ropes. Low catches Logan and apparently wants to go for a belly-to-belly suplex, but Logan hooks Low's leg with his leg and struggles out of Low's grip. He spins Low's arm around in a wristlock and puts his leg over Low's neck, going for a rocker dropper, but Low pushes his upperbody up and spins Logan upside down. Logan lands on his feet and Low drags him to the mat, once again going for the Fujiwara armbar, but Logan rolls through and back up to his feet. He tries o whip Low into the ropes, but Low once again reverses and catches Logan as he bounces off the ropes, picks him up, spins around and hammers him to the mat with a spinebuster.)

HS: "And the action has picked up again, but we only have less than 30 seconds left."

(Logan has turned onto his stomach, holding his back after the fast spinebuster, but Low allows him no time to rest as he grabs the hurting arm and finally is able to lock the Fujiwara armbar in.)

FJ: "He's got him! He's got him! Low's got the Fujiwara that for a time was one of his finishing holds!"

(Logan is screaming in pain while Low is screaming as well. Low pulls back on the arm, but the clock mercilessly counts down, the fans in Milan counting along. Logan tries reaching the ropes, but he is too far removed and it looks as if he is ready to tap, but he quickly puts his hand back down as he hears the fans counting 5... 4... 3... 2... 1. The bell rings and Low releases the Fujiwara armbar.)

HS: "What a round. Logan had Low in a bad situation earlier on when he had the Perfect Chaos Theory applied, but it looked like Logan was in immense pain in the Fujiwara."

FJ: "I'm curious to see what our Hall of Fame judges thought of this round."

(Just as Frank finishes his line we see Mortis Valley handing Herb a piece of paper. In the ring, Low and Logan have gone to opposite corners of the ring, Logan rubbing and rolling his shoulder.)

FJ: "So what do they say?"

HS: "Well, judges Lars Fredrickson and Steven Caldera gives this round to Low, while Mortis Valley is giving it to Logan."

FJ: "What? Is he blind?"

HS: "The note says Mortis deducted points for the low blow and also thought Logan successfully applying his finishing hold put him over. Regardless, it is a split decision in favor of Low."

FJ: "Well, Low Rules!"

HS: "Not yet, Frank."

(The referee calls both men in the middle of the ring and calls for the bell.)

HS: "And round two is underway."

(Logan and Low circle each other again, careful never to take an eye off the opponent. They lock up and Low immediately tries to drag Logan to the mat and once again apply the Fujiwara armbar, but Logan rolls through, gets up and rolls Low up with a magistral cradle for a count of two. Logan ducks a Low clothesline attempt, sneaks behind him and takes him over with a German suplex, getting yet another two-count. The two men roll to their side and Logan never releases the waistlock. Instead, he pulls Low back up and takes him over with another German suplex into a bridge, once again getting a two-count. The scenario is repeated as Logan pulls Low up with him once more, his hands still locked around the US Champion's waist, and then takes him over with a third German suplex into a pinning position. This one gets 1... 2... before Low kicks out. Logan gets up and is greeted with cheers from the crowd.)

HS: "As much as this match is about submissions, Logan certainly impressed the judges with his suplexes and pinfall attempts."

FJ: "Even I have to admit that was impressive, considering the shape his shoulder should be in."

(Logan goes into the corner and waits for Low to get back up to his feet. As Low does, Logan starts running and connects with a spear, sending Low back to the mat. He covers but only gets a two-count.)

FJ: "I'm sure a spear won't impress the judges too much when it comes to technical wrestling."

HS: "Maybe not, but it an effective move that DOESN'T break the rules like the Greco-Roman mule kick."

(Again Logan waits a moment for Low to regain his footing, likely in order to rest his shoulder up a little and also save some energy. He then grabs Low and applies an abdominal stretch.)

HS: "A good, solid move that has been effective for many decades."

FJ: "Well, let's face it, Herb, it is more difficult to work over the back than, say, an arm."

HS: "How's that, Frank?"

FJ: "You can only bend the back so far, there are only that many back submission holds. You certainly have more possibilities to twist a leg or an arm."

HS: "Still, by using some impact moves, suplexes and submission holds, Logan seems to have found a very effective strategy for this match. Right now he has Low under control."

FJ: "Yeah, for the moment."

(Low tries to fight the abdominal stretch, but to no avail. He is too far removed from the ropes and Logan holds on, preventing him from hip tossing out of the abdominal stretch. Suddenly, though, Logan releases the hold, picks Low up and slams him to the mat with a death valley driver. He covers and only gets a two-count. He grabs Low and then applies a bow and arrow submission hold.)

HS: "No back submissions, huh?"

FJ: "I said not as many, jerk."

(Logan applies more pressure on the bow and arrow submission. Low isn't able to reach the ropes, but it also doesn't look like he is ready to give up. Logan seems to realize that and releases the bow and arrow, but picks Low up and puts him in position for what appears to be a second death valley driver, only to fall backwards and hit the Samoan drop. He stays in that position and covers, but at the count of two, Low grabs Logan and pulls him over in a crucifix-like pinning position, also for a two-count. As they are both back up, Low connects with a loud knife edge chop that gets a loud "Wooooo!" from the crowd and staggers Logan. Low grabs Logan's bad arm, starts running and jumps over the top rope and to the outside, basically clotheslining Logan's arm and shoulder over the top rope.)

HS: "Low with an effective move, however, it likely won't garner him too many points."

(After exchanging some looks with Steven Caldera, Low slides back into the ring, where Logan is leaning against the top rope, holding his shoulder. Low grabs the arm, applies a hammerlock and lifts Logan up for a belly-to-back suplex, dropping him right on his hammerlocked arm. Low continues his relentless attack on Logan's arm by applying a cross-armbreaker, but Logan is close enough to the ropes to drape his foot over the bottom rope and the referee tells Low to release the hold, which he does. Low waits for Logan to get back to his feet and then sends him back to the mat with a T-bone suplex.)

FJ: "See, Low can throw a pretty mean suplex, too."

HS: "I know he can."

(Low stalks Logan as he makes his way back up, spins around and walks right into Low's uranage slam. Low covers, but only gets a two-count. He grabs Logan's arm and then applies a cobra clutch. However, Low doesn't keep Logan long in the sitting position. Instead, he pulls him up, lifts him up and connects with a cobra clutch backbreaker. Low doesn't release the cobra clutch, though, and instead holds on, weakening Logan's shoulder some more, while at the same time cutting off the oxygen flow to the challenger's brain. As Logan's energy seems to vanish the referee lifts up Logan's arm and it drops once... it drops twice... but not a third time, and the fans cheer and clap for Logan to break the hold. Logan lifts his arm and signals the crowd that this match is not over yet and starts working his way up to his knees. He then connects with an elbow to Low's stomach, then with a second one, then a third one that forces Low to let go of Logan. Logan goes into the ropes and tries to hit Low with a clothesline, but Low ducks, grabs Logan's arm and applies a crossface-chicken wing.)

HS: "This might very well be Low's attempt at the Low Standard."

FJ: "But Logan tries to fight the chicken wing!"

(Logan manages to twist out of the chicken wing, but Low ducks Logan's attempt at an elbow to his head, grabs Logan's arms and throws him over with a double underhook suplex. Low himself rolls through and then hits a second double underhook suplex, never letting go of Logan. Low rolls through one more time and hits a third double underhook suplex. As he gets back up, a segment of the fans applauds him.)

FJ: "Well, at least they give credit where credit is due."

HS: "Nobody ever accused Low of not being a tremendous wrestler."

(Low again takes some time as he waits for Logan to return to his feet. As he does, Low goes for the crossface-chicken wing again, but Logan quickly turns around and hits an implant DDT.)

HS: "LA Shockwave!"

FJ: "He might have him!"

(Logan goes for the cover and the referee counts 1... 2... but Low kicks out. Logan pulls Low up and whips him into the corner, then follows him there and sits the US Champion up on the top turnbuckle. Logan follows Low and now stands on the middle rope, hooking Low's head for a superplex. But as he tries to lift Low, Low holds on to the top rope, connects with two rapid-fire fists to Logan's stomach, and sends Logan down with a front suplex. As Logan rolls onto his back, Low jumps off the top rope and connects with the Manhattan Jam legdrop. He covers and gets 1... 2... NO! Logan kicks out. Low wastes no time and goes for the crossface-chicken wing for the third time, but once again Logan manages to counter by hitting Low with an STO.)

HS: "Chaotic Collision!"

FJ: "And he grabs Low's legs and goes for the Perfect Chaos Theory!"

HS: "He turned Low over!"

(And indeed Logan has managed to apply the half-turned Sharpshooter that he calls the Perfect Chaos Theory. Just as he does, the clock in the corner of our screen tells us that roughly 20 seconds are left in the second round.)

HS: "Logan's got it locked in perfectly, Low screams in pain, but he fights valiantly."

(The fans go nuts as Low, too, appears to be close to tapping, but at the ten second mark the fans start counting down, and Low bites his finger in order to push himself to pull through. The final seconds are counted down... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1! The bell rings and an exhausted Logan releases the Perfect Chaos Theory.)

FJ: "Phew, saved by the bell. That was damn close."

HS: "It sure was. As the combatants return to their corners, we await the judges' decision on this round."

(Mortis again is the one to hand the judges' notes to Herb.)

HS: "Steven Caldera and Mortis Valley give this round to Logan, while Lars gives it to Low."

FJ: "Well, not much to complain about here."

(Low and Logan, after only 10 minutes of hard-hitting action and stretching, are breathing heavily, with Low now holding his back. The referee calls for the bell and Logan walks right into the middle of the ring, whereas Low hesitates to bide some time. Logan beckons Low on and baits the veteran right into a drop toe hold. Logan quickly chains the move into another bow and arrow submission, applying more pressure to Low's back. Logan holds the move in for roughly ten seconds, before finally releasing. But Logan certainly doesn't cease and desist his offense, for he simply relents the bow and arrow to apply a mounted reverse chin lock.)

HS: "That will certainly earn Logan some points!"

FJ: "Yes, but so will this reverse."

HS: "Reverse? What re… oh!"

(As soon as Logan is in position, the wily Low forces his knees beneath him and he pushes forward, rolling and bringing Logan along with him. Now Low is seated on the mat at Logan's head, while Logan is on his back, his legs hooked in the air by Low seated above him.)

ONE!
TWO!
THR – Logan barely kicks out.

FJ: "Thirty seconds into the third round and Low almost ended it right there."

HS: "Impressive counter from the United States Champion."

FJ: "This match will be referred to as Low Rules yet!"

(Logan slaps the mat in frustration and pulls himself to his feet, where Low is already waiting. Low decides to use a boot, deducting points from his score, but Logan catches Low's foot and quickly drops him down with an ankle lock. Logan drops to the mat with Low, applying an impressive looking grapevine in midair on the way down. Low scrambles to the ropes, grabbing them after but a few moments, but expending a lot of energy in the process, having to pull both his weight and that of Logan's along the mat. The referee calls a break, and Logan breaks. Logan pops to his feet, but he never releases Low's ankle. Instead, he yanks Low off the ropes and slams him down onto the mat, before dragging him towards the center of the ring and applying a step-over toe hold face lock, aka an STF.)

FJ: "He's stealing another of Low's moves!"

HS: "Now Logan has refocused on Low's back. He was just using that ankle lock to gain some points from the judges. A win this round would put Logan in commanding lead of this match."

FJ: "Oh, he's playing to the judges. What a suck up!"

HS: "It's smart, Frank! That's the whole purpose of this style of match. To not only outmaneuver your opponent, but to outsmart them as well."

(Low tries desperately to block the face lock, placing his forearm between his own face and Logan's wrist. They scuffle on the mat for a few moments before Logan finally locks the move in, catching Low's wrist in the lock as well! Now Low only has but one arm to fight back with. Low attempts to drag himself towards the ropes, but it is futile, as he's not possibly strong enough to drag himself and Logan across the mat with just his left arm, after already having endured nearly twelve minutes of this brutal action. Instead, Low resorts to more desperate measures. Logan yelps in pain as he releases the hold. It is unclear whether or not the judges or referee saw the quick counter, but the cameras certainly caught Low gnawing on Logan Alexander's wrists.)

HS: "Low bit him!"

FJ: "Ha! What a counter. I've never seen anything like that"

HS: "Low was caught like a fish out of water, but like a cornered dog he bit back, literally!"

FJ: "How do you think the judges are going to score that?"

HS: "I'm not even sure the judges CAN score that. Heck, they may have not even been able to see it."

(Logan quickly regains his focus on the task at hand and tries to relock in the move, but it's too late, and Low is able to turn his body so that once again Logan Alexander has his shoulders parallel to the mat.)

HS: "Another counter from Low!"

FJ: "And another pin!"

ONE!
TWO!
TH – Again, Logan kicks out in frustration.

HS: "This round is halfway over, but again Low nearly ended it right there."

(Both men are quickly to their feet, Low grasping at his back and Logan at his pride. Upon eyeing one another, they begin trading right hands. Low lands a punch. Logan lands a punch. Low loses a point. Logan loses a point. Low loses a point. Logan loses a point. Logan gains a point by blocking Low's punch. He then loses a point by punching back. Logan gains a point. Logan loses a point. Logan gains a point. Logan loses a point. Logan loses two more points, and now Low is staggered. Low swings wildly, both losing a point and his balance, and Logan ducks under his punch. Logan grabs Low around the waist from behind, intent on landing another German suplex, but Low lashes out with a pair of wicked elbows, coercing Logan to release the hold. Low then wheels around behind Logan and locks in a waistlock of his own. Low goes for his own version of a German suplex, but Logan blocks the move by locking his leg around the attackers'. Logan then rolls around behind Low once more, but turns his body so that they are now back to back, and he reaches under Low's shoulders and goes for a backslide.)

HS: "Logan is successful this time. Impressive series of counters... oh, a pin fall!"

FJ: "No, wait!"

(Logan's backslide is thwarted by Low, however, when he violently rips his arm from Logan's sore shoulder. The move causes Logan to relent enough so that Low can free his other arm, and he grabs Logan's sore arm in both his shoulders and yanks it down onto his own shoulder with an over the shoulder arm breaker. Logan groans in pain as Low, his back still to Logan's, reaches up under Logan's arm and then, with a mighty heave, lifts Logan into the air and slams him down off of his shoulders with a crucifix bomb. Low stumbles backward after the move, but doesn't fall, and he gathers himself in the center of the ring. Without giving it a second thought, Low heads towards the nearest turnbuckle.)

HS: "I'm not sure if I agree with this strategy, Frank. Low is certainly going to cost himself some points with this high risk maneuver."

FJ: "Well, he's got a little over one minute to try and salvage this match. I think he wants to end it!"

HS: "Here comes the HIGHEST LOW!"

(Low leaps from the turnbuckle, aiming his body at his unmoving victim below. THUD! The impact of Low landing only on the canvas is resonating, but nowhere near as loud as the cheers that follow as the fans can sense that Logan, who rolled free at the last possible moment, is going to take this thing home. Logan, perhaps inspired by the crowd, decides to try and go ahead and end the match himself, holding a comfortable lead this round. So up goes Logan, to the top turnbuckle. Logan hesitates for a moment when he sees Low climbing to his feet, looking dazed. Logan was most likely intent on landing some LA Air, but instead is quick to adjust and instead gos for a top rope flying clothesline on the now almost standing Low. Logan leaps; Low reacts; Logan flails; Low knees; Logan doubles over; Low grabs Logan's arm and drags him to the mat. With about twenty seconds to go in the third round, Low appplies the crossface-chicken wing combines it with a camel clutch.)

FJ: "Low Standard!"

HS: "Out of time, Low."

FJ: "Ten seconds, left. Logan has to tap!"

HS: "I don't think that is going to be happening."

(Logan groans and again looks like he's about to tap, but listens to the crowd and decides to hold on for a few more seconds. 5…4…3…2…1. The referee has to pull Low off of Logan as the round ends.)

HS: "Logan dominated most of that round, but Low may have salvaged something there at the end."

FJ: "It's all about how the judges see it. And maybe, in some cases, what they didn't see."

HS: "I.e., Low taking a chunk out of Logan's arm."

(Mortis Valley nonchalantly hands the scorecard to Herb. Summers scans over it and then reveals to the public the results.)

HS: "Well, just as I suspected, Logan won that round, but it wasn't a unanimous decision."

FJ: "Darn it! Well, who was the smart judge?"

HS: "Mortis and Lars both ruled in favor of Logan, but Steven Caldera chose Low because he felt like Low countered enough moves, and especially that counter at the end got him over."

FJ: "Smart man. Smart man."

(Logan looks visibly distressed at the announcement of the results, now displayed on the Ameritron for all to see. A triple split screen is shown of each judge with their picks above their heads. Logan glares at Steven Caldera quizzically, but decides it isn't worth the effort and chooses to rest the remaining ten seconds of the break period. The referee calls for the bell and both men, breathing heavily, trudge out to the center of the ring.)

HS: "Round four is underway! Logan Alexander has the lead right now, winning rounds two and three."

FJ: "Anything can change, Herb. And in fact, I will predict that Low is going to make Logan tap out in this round and we won't even need a fifth round!"

HS: "Well, with a strong effort here, Logan can win this right now!"

FJ: "Even if Logan wins this round, which I don't think he will, if he doesn't pin Low, round 5 WILL occur."

(Logan Alexander suddenly gets a surge of energy and he charges Low, knocking him down to the mat with a running forearm. Low pops to his feet out of instinct and Logan runs him through again. A third attempt sees Low dart out of the way, but Logan does a quick 180 and unleashes a wicked chop to Low's chest that draws gasps and oooohs and aaaaahs and "WOOOO's" from the crowd. Normally, Low would answer right back, but not this time, and Logan lands two more unanswered and equally vicious chops. "WOOOO" "WOOOO" Logan backs Low into the corner with the chops and when he is there, Logan whips Low into the opposite side and gives chase. Logan follows suit, which Low is on to, and the United States Champion slings himself into the air via the top rope, causing Logan to run beneath him. Low lands behind Logan, expecting to attack him off guard, but Logan catches himself on the top rope and wheels around in time. Low takes a wild swing at Logan, who ducks the move, and receives a toe kick in his stomach for his efforts. The move doubles Low over, allowing him to be DDT'd by Logan. The fans cheer wildly at Logan's unexpected flurry of offense.)

FJ: "I don't know what they're cheering for. Logan is just costing himself precious points."

HS: "Logan Alexander is making a statement here! He's saying that he's going to try and end the match and get a convincing win over Low. Logan wants that United States title and, more importantly, he wants to finally shut Low up!"

FJ: "Still, though, he's certainly not impressing the judges. I'm sure he's losing points left and right."

HS: "But gaining tons of momentum."

(Without releasing Low's neck from the DDT, Logan floats around and applies a sleeper hold on Low. He wrenches the move in tight, and Low is clearly feeling the effects of it. The sleeper hold multiplies Low's exhaustion immensely, and it shows, as he lies on the mat, motionless. Low snaps back to reality, though, when the referee grabs his wrist to check on him. Fighting off the blackness, Low jerks around on the mat, trying to free himself, to no avail. Low does, though, manage to roll to his side, forcing Logan to take a kneeling position. This is the window of opportunity that Low needs. With a surprisingly large amount of Milan fans supporting him, Low begins to lift himself to the mat. Despite Logan's best efforts, Low seems undaunted in his quest, and soon, Low is on one knee. With one mighty push, Low stands to his feet, forcing Logan to do the same. Not wanting to be outdone, Logan wheels Low around before he can react and whips him into the opposite ropes. On the recoil, Logan nails a swinging neckbreaker.)

FJ: "Damn, I thought Low was about to get going there for a minute."

HS: "This has been some incredibly fast paced action this round. How do these two have anything left? We're only a minute and a half in!"

(Logan pops to his feet with the crowd raining cheers upon him. He begins stalking Low, beckoning him to get up, completely disregarding the European rules of the match. Low finally obliges and gets a boot to his gut for his efforts, and then is lifted in a fireman's carry onto Logan's shoulders. Logan looks to land the Death Valley Driver, but the crafty Low pushes off and floats behind him. Logan wheels around in confusion, but now Low is the one laying the boots, and catches Logan in the solar plexus, driving the air from his chest and doubling him over. Low hooks Logan's arm and looks to land a double armed DDT. However, Logan breaks his arm free and reaches down and scoops Low up by his legs, lifts him off the mat and turns in the air, slamming him down hard on his already tender back.)

HS: "Oh my God! The entire arena shook from that spinebuster! Low is out!"

FJ: "If Low can hang on, he'll win this round without acquiring ANY points! HA!"

(Without releasing Low's legs from the spinebuster, Logan quickly and methodically applies a picture perfect Texas cloverleaf. Low is too beaten and exhausted to even try to fight the move. The sharp pain he suddenly feels all up and down his back, though, wakes him right up. Logan has the move locked in tight, and there seems little hope for Low. We're inevitably going to have a new United States Champion. We must! Low scratches his way to the ropes, he claws his way to the side of the ring, he fights his way towards freedom. Inch by inch he struggles, with each inch he gets closer to the ropes, he gets that much closer to tapping out. For the few Low fans that there are, all seems lost. Logan Alexander will be triumphant here at Classic in front of thousands in attendance and millions at home. No! Low has done the impossible! Low has reached the ropes!)

FJ: "HE MADE IT! Low made it to the ropes!"

HS: "Just listen to the energy seep out of this place. But this match is far from over. We're merely halfway into this round itself! Logan has utterly dominated here, but he's cost himself a lot of points in the process, and now I just... oh wait, Logan's not done yet!"

(Logan roars mightily and aims to pull Low off the ropes. He nearly succeeds, too, but Low manages to hang on by two fingers, just enough to make Logan hesitate. The half second delay allows Low to reach up and lock both arms around the ropes tight. Logan gives a mighty heave, not realizing Low has such a grasp, and he looks as if he hit a brick wall. He lets go of Low, his arm is jerked back, and Logan is in pain. But he has little time to evaluate what is happening, because Low suddenly kicks his legs out, with Logan still mostly on top of him, and Logan flips forward. Only, Logan's arm is still caught around Low's leg! Low knows this, Low planned this, Low was doing more than just kicking Logan away; Low was reversing the Texas cloverleaf into the Fujiwara armbar again. Now Logan is the one writhing in pain, as Low has spent a good portion of this match – and the past month – working over this arm and this shoulder.)

FJ: "Logan Alexander just exhausted himself trying to make Low tap. That's why Logan couldn't win King of the Kage. He lacks stamina. That is why Low is going to win this round, plain and simple."

HS: "Logan Alexander has gone thirty minutes with the best of them! He has endurance and stamina. These two men are just giving it their absolute all tonight! Neither of them has much left, if anything!"

FJ: "From the looks of things, Low has plenty left in the tank."

(Frank is, of course, referring to the Fujiwara armbar that Low has locked in on Logan. Logan groans, Low grits, Logan whelps, Low wrenches. After several moments, Low decides on his own accord to release the hold. Of course, this is only so that he can quickly apply a triangle choke to Logan's throat. It is now Logan who is the one close to passing out. Even more close, if possible, than Low was earlier. Logan can barely fight the move and it's clear that the lack of oxygen is getting to him. The referee grabs Logan's arm and raises it into the air. It falls lifelessly down to the mat.)

ONE!

FJ: "Low is going to pull a Brian Stevens here, and make Logan pass out!"

HS: "I admit that I don't see Logan fighting out of this. He's just spent too much energy."

FJ: "Look, Low is trying to completely deprive Logan of oxygen. Even if, by some miracle, Logan doesn't pass out, how is he going to have anything left to compete? I wouldn't be surprised if Low holds the move locked in until the round is over, simply to prove to Logan that he's his superior!"

(The referee raises Logan's arm a second time. It's completely limp and falls to the mat once again.)

TWO!

FJ: "Only one more moment until Low wins this contest!"

HS: "Logan has to dig deep and fast!"

(The fans now are desperately trying to rally behind Logan. The referee begrudgingly raises Logan's arm a third time. He releases, it falls, a fist is clinched, and every single person in attendance and the folks at home suddenly have a glimmer of hope. Logan Alexander is fighting back, somehow.)

FJ: "NOOO!"

HS: "Still, though, like you said, Frank, a shocker I know, but Low isn't just going to let Logan out of that hold."

(Logan begins shaking his fist wildly, feeling the growing support in his very veins. In his predicament, Logan certainly isn't going to be fighting his way out, but it's a scenario of brains over brawns. Brains wins. Logan finally realizes what he must do and, mustering every ounce of strength and energy he has left, with a guttural roar, he leans to his right, ignores the sudden tweaking of intense pain, breaks right through said barrier, and has Low pinned on the mat. Low's legs are still locked around Logan's head, but it doesn't matter. The referee counts.)

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!

HS: "IT'S OVER!"

FJ: "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

HS: "Wait, a minute... No! The referee is saying Low kicked out!"

FJ: "THANK GOD!"

HS: "This match is still going to continue, but there is just a minute left in this round."

(Low has kicked out, and with force, sending Logan down to the mat. Both men, gasping for air, praying for energy, hoping for a finish, clamber to their feet. Logan Alexander is barely able to stand, but Low's back has become such an issue that he can't walk himself. When they see one another, though, they forget about every ounce of pain they are in. Simultaneously, both men get their second, or two hundredth, wind and collide center ring. Low tries for an armbreaker, but Logan is ready and counters into a keylock before Low can move. Low swiftly counters the keylock into an arm wringer. Logan flips forward and applies a wrist lock and arm wringer combination of his own. Low wheels around discus style, breaking the hold, and ends up behind Logan. Logan, though, deftly counters and swings around behind Low. Low takes Logan over with a hiptoss, but as soon as Logan hits the mat, he reaches back and greets Low with a snapmare. Low rolls forward and to his feet, Logan rolls backward and to his feet, the crowd rolls through with tons of cheers.)

HS: "This match has been going on for nearly twenty minutes, fast paced and heart pounding, and somehow, despite everything, these two are still going at it!"

FJ: "Ten seconds left"

(Logan charges in, Low charges back, and once again they collide. Low misses a clothesline, which Logan ducks. Logan unleashes a superkick in Low's direction, but Low escapes by the skin of his teeth by darting to the side. 5…4…3…2…1. Just as the round ends, Low lunges in and catches Logan, off balance from the misfired superkick, with a T-Bone suplex. The bell sounds a moment before Logan lands on the mat.)

HS: "Round four is over! This match is still going on!"

FJ: "Low definitely won that one. It should be unanimous."

HS: "Low may have won the round, but it certainly wasn't as convincing as Frank's delusion. If Low indeed did win, it's most likely because of the points Logan caused to be deducted in his favor."

FJ: "I guess his early offensive explosion was a mistake, huh?"

HS: "And here are the results from Mortis Valley."

FJ: "As if we have to guess."

HS: "The judges rule in favor of Low..."

FJ: "See!"

HS: "Two votes to one."

FJ: "WHAT!?"

HS: "Lars Fredrickson and Steven Caldera voted in favor of Low. But Mortis Valley has picked Logan!"

FJ: "What? How? Why?"

HS: "His notes say that he picked Logan because he nearly dominated the entire round and Low's blatant choking, albeit legal, just wasn't within the spirit of the match."

FJ: "This is a travesty. This is BS. I am outraged. So is Low, I'm sure. And so should everyone who saw that match be."

HS: "What are you saying?"

FJ: "I'm saying its obvious that Mortis is still holding a grudge against Low. He wants Low to lo..."

HS: "That's why there are three judges, Frank. Different judges see things in different ways. We have to respect that. And quite frankly, can you even argue with his decision? Did Logan not dominate most of the round?"

FJ: "Well, yeah, but..."

HS: "But nothing! I have nothing further to say. There will be five rounds, and after four rounds, it's six playing six. We have a tie, which means it's going to come down to this last round. Someone has to win within the next five minutes, or the outcome will be determined by the scorecards."

FJ: "We saw how much energy Low has left. This should be a cakewalk."

HS: "Logan got his spark back there at the end, too. It hasn't exactly been a cakewalk for Low here tonight. The only thing I know is that it could go either way just as easily."

(Low and Logan are both slumped in their corners, but the referee has no mercy and calls for the bell. The final round has started and the fans applaud that very fact. The two men stagger into the middle of the ring, but exhausted from the previous 20 minutes of action. But Low suddenly explodes with a kick to Logan's stomach and the Low Stunner! The place erupts as Low quickly covers Logan, but Logan kicks out at CLOSE to three!)

HS: "Wow, where did that come from?"

FJ: "It's Low's killer instinct! It's the incredible reserves that Low has!"

(Low pulls Logan up and reaches around him. He lifts him over and connects with a Northern lights suplex into a pinning position. The referee counts 1... 2... and Logan kicks out. Low doesn't waste any time now, knowing he needs to put forward his best effort, knowing he has to reach very deep. He sets Logan up for a half-nelson suplex, but Logan blocks with his leg and instead brings Low over with an arm drag. Low quickly rolls back onto his feet and charges Logan, but Logan ducks and Low's lariat misses. Logan grabs Low and connects with a Russian legsweep and immediately covers, but Low kicks out at two. Logan goes for the half-Boston crab, but Low is able to wiggle free, grab Logan and roll him up. 1... 2... kick out!)

HS: "There is a real sense of urgency now. Both men want, both men NEED to end this match now if they want to make SURE they are going to win."

FJ: "Exactly, the judges' decisions have been way too close to guarantee a win for either man."

(Both men are back up and Low goes for a superkick of his own, but Logan ducks just as he did earlier. Logan connects with a point-deducting kick to Low's midsection, which doubles Low over. Logan goes to lift Low up for a piledriver, but Low backdrops out of it. Logan, however, lands on his feet, and as Low turns around Logan FINALLY connects with the superkick straight to Low's jaw. Both men sink to the mat as the crowd goes nuts.)

HS: "Logan hit the superkick, but he is too fatigues to crawl over and cover Low."

FJ: "Logan is stirring!"

(He is indeed and slowly crawls over to Low. He covers and gets 1... 2... and a very close kickout from the United States Champion. Logan pulls Low up and Irish whips him into the ropes, but Low reverses. Low ducks for a backdrop, but he ducked too soon and Logan, in one swift movement, counters with a picture perfect Canadian destroyer.)

HS: "L.A. Overload!"

FJ: "This could be it!"

(Logan goes for the cover and gets 1... 2... 3! NO! Low draped his foot over the bottom rope at the last split-second. Logan can't believe it. He kneels in front of the referee and holds up three fingers, 100% sure that this was it. The fans in Milan seem to agree with this sentiment, but the man making the final decision – the referee – does not. We can see Lars, Mortis and Caldera taking lots of notes. Logan gets up and exchanges a few more words with the referee, but then does the right thing and refocuses on Low. Logan pulls Low up, then suddenly swings himself up onto Low's shoulders. He rolls forward, going for a victory roll, but Low holds on to the top rope and Logan falls flat onto his back. Low is quick to step over and grab Logan's legs.)

HS: "He is going for the Low Profile!"

FJ: "Turn him over, Low, turn him over!"

HS: "He's got him!"

FJ: "Low has the Low Profile locked in! He has won more matches with this hold than with any other, including his first World title at Classic six years ago!"

(Logan screams in pain as Low locks in the Low Profile. We can see both men eyeing the clock that is now displayed on the Ameritron and shows us that we have about two and a half minutes left. Logan tries to reach the ropes, but he is too far away from them. With one last surge of energy and strength Logan lifts his upperbody up, letting out a gutteral scream like we've never heard from him before. He manages to throw Low off-balance and Low falls forward facefirst onto the mat.)

HS: "He actually managed to break the Low Profile at this stage in the match!"

FJ: "Even I have to give kudos for that."

HS: "And not enough with that, Logan is holding on and turning the Low Profile into the Perfect Chaos Theory!"

(Low is screaming in pain, his back being very soft by now. Logan turns him half over and it is indeed a Perfect Chaos Theory. Low, however, connects with a series of elbows into Logan's kidney area and then pushes forward with his legs, breaking the Perfect Chaos Theory and sending Logan to the mat. Low floats over and applies his version of the STF, the TDI.)

HS: "What an exchange of holds!"

FJ: "TAP, DAMN IT!"

(But Logan doesn't tap. He still has an eye on the clock, as does Low, who is pulling back even harder as he sees that roughly two minutes are left in this fifth and final round. Logan tries to struggle his way out of the TDI, but to no avail. His attempts at hitting Low with his elbow are dwarfed by Low simply moving his head sideways. However, Logan DOES manage to grab the bottom rope and the fans go wild for him as the referee tells Low to let go. Not wanting to risk any points anymore this late in the match, Low immediately releases the TDI. Not wanting to waste any time, Low pulls Logan up, takes a few steps back and runs at Logan, but Logan backdrops Low, who lands flat on the mat on his hurting back.)

HS: "A rare mistake from the United States Champion."

FJ: "But can Logan take advantage of it?"

(He surely attempts to as he grabs Low's arms and goes for the Rings of Saturn, but the sweaty Low manages to slip out of Logan's grasp, grabs the challenger's arm, drags him to the mat and applies the cattle mutilation. Logan's face is pressed into the mat, his chicken winged arms are whirling around, it seems like there is no way out for Logan. However, Low suddenly releases the hold.)

FJ: "What's wrong? He had him!"

HS: "Maybe, but it appears as if Low couldn't hold on any longer. Besides, he was in a bridging position and that can't be good for his back."

(Low pulls himself up with help from the ropes. The clock tells us that one minute is left in the final round of this European Rules Match. Low stalks Logan, who is hurting, but wants to give it his all, wants to get the final edge in this round and powers himself up... right into the waiting arms of his former mentor. Low grabs Logan's arm and goes for the crossface chicken wing that prefaces the Low Standard, but Logan is able to spin around and behind Low. Logan jumps up onto Low's back to pull him down for his version of the rear naked choke with body scissors, the Revised Chaos Theory. Low's back bends down with Logan choking and holding on, but Low actually manages to hold on, quite the amazing feat considering the shape his back is in. Using his last ounce of strength and with thirty seconds left in the match, Low lunges forward and snapmares Logan to the mat. Logan quickly jumps back up and runs at Low, but Low grabs Logan's arm, drags him down and applies the Low Standard.)

FJ: "Low Standard! Low Standard! He's got him! Tap Logan, TAP!"

HS: "He's trying to fight it, but Low has locked it in tight in the middle of the ring!"

(There is absolutely no way for Logan to escape this. He is too far away from the ropes, he is fatigued, the Standard is locked in perfectly. Twenty seconds are left... Logan is hitting the mat with his elbow and the fans are screaming for him and clapping along in the same rhythym... Fifteen seconds... Logan is screaming... Low is screaming... Ten seconds... Logan once again appears to be on the verge of tapping, but instead his arm starts to sink, it seems like he's about to fade as he did at King Of The Kage... Five seconds... The referee lifts Logan's arm – One!... 3... 2... 1... The match is over!)

HS: "What a match we have just seen!"

FJ: "These final minutes were unreal! It looked like King Of The Kage was going to repeat itself, but Logan managed to hold on until the end of the round."

HS: "Let's see what the judges will decide."

(Low has released the Low Standard and Low and the barely conscious Logan are lying side by side in the middle of the ring. The camera cuts to Mortis Valley, Lars Fredrickson and Steven Caldera, who are comparing their notes, discussing this final round. The fans are giving a standing ovation to both these men. Regardless of who is the winner, the true winners are the fans. A faint "Five more minutes!" chant is picking up some steam, but it is clear that even though they "only" wrestled 25 minutes, Low and Logan have spent all they had.)

FJ: "I can't even imagine what these two must feel like tomorrow. And hey, win, lose, or draw, I have to give some props to Logan."

HS: "There will be no draw, Frank, it will be a clear decision, and it seems that we are going to get it NOW, as Mortis Valley has handed the ring announcer their final notes."

(Low and Logan are both slowly getting back to their feet, both with help from the referee. As they regain their footing, the entire crowd gives them a huge round of ovation, cheering them both on for their performance. Mortis, Caldera and even Lars are joining the fans by clapping for both men. The referee leads Low and Logan in the middle of the ring, the US title belt draped over his shoulder. The three men stand side by side in the middle of the ring, Low to the referee's right and Logan to his left. The referee is holding both men's wrists, ready to raise the winners hand in the air.)

RA: "Ladies and gentlemen, our esteemed judges awarded round one to The Legendary Low with a 2-1 split decision. Round two was awarded to Logan Alexander with a 2-1 split decision. Round three was awarded to Logan Alexander with another 2-1 split decision. Round four was awarded to The Legendary Low with yet another 2-1 split decision. Ladies and gentlemen, our esteemed judges awarded round five..."

(A loud "Logan! Logan!" chant is picking up in the crowd.)

RA: "...UNANIMOUSLY..."

(The ring announcer pauses again, milking the crowd reaction and the suspense for all they're worth.)

HS: "Come on, don't let us wait any longer!"

(The "Logan! Logan!" chant is dying down now and 77.000 fans are almost quiet as they await the announcement.)

RA: "...to the winner, and still AWA United States Heavyweight Champion, The Legendary Low!"

(The crowd erupts in a LOUD mix of cheers and boos, the cheers mostly for the performance, the boos against their favorite losing this match. Logan shakes his head in disappointment and drops down to one knee, while Low grabs the US title belt as the referee lifts his arm into the air.)

FJ: "He's done it! He's done it! Low has reclaimed HIS match, the LOW RULES MATCH! And indeed he does!"

HS: "Both men have given their all here tonight, but maybe Low had just a little bit more to prove and gave it just a tiny bit more than Logan did. This match, ladies and gentlemen, was certainly worthy of the Classic billing, and with the exception of a few small infractions, they put ona great display of sportsmanship."

FJ: "And it seems like there is more to come."

(Low is standing in front of the still kneeling Logan. Logan looks up to him and then stands back up. Low applauds his former apprentice and nemesis Logan and nods as the crowd claps along in agreement. Low extends his hand to Logan, wanting to shake it, but given Low's past, Logan is uncertain and looks into the crowd as if to ask for advice.)

FJ: "Come on, shake his hand, show some sportsmanship."

(BAM! That one look into the crowd was all Low needed as he nails Logan with the US title belt. The crowd is whipped into a frenzy as Low puts the boots to Logan.)

HS: "I knew it! I knew it! And so did Logan!"

FJ: "And so did I!"

(Low quickly jumps out of the ring and reaches underneath it. He pulls out a roll of barbed wire.)

HS: "Come on, this is absolutely unneccessary. What is this?"

FJ: "It's called barbed wire, Herb."

(Low, holding the barbed wire with his bare hands, apparently not caring about hurting himself, takes the wire and wraps it around the middle of Logan's face! We can clearly see some barbs cutting into Logan's cheeks and his lips as Logan pulls and rakes the wire across Logan's mouth. He then proceeds to drag Logan around the ring, just holding on the barbed wire that is cutting into Logan's face, drawing trickles of blood from the face.)

FJ: "You got blood on your face, big disgrace, shaking your feathers all over the place! LOW WILL, LOW WILL ROCK YOU! EVERYBODY..."

HS: "JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP, FRANK!"

(Low finally lets go of Logan and with one rough, painful motion pulls the barbed wire off his face. Lars, Caldera and Mortis look on, unsure of what to do... yet they decide to stay out of this conflict. The crowd is booing at the top of its lungs, garbage starts flying into the ring. A half-full beer cup hits Low at the side of the head, but he seems unbothered, and in fact seems to enjoy this. He then takes the barbed wire and starts whipping Logan's testicles! Thankfully he only manages four whips before a throng of AWA officials hits the ring and pulls Low off of Logan. Low immediately rolls out of the ring, his US title belt in tow, and grabs the microphone. He has to be careful not to get too close to the ringside fans.)

LOW: "Logan! Next time you better wear some underwear when my mom is watching!"

(With that statement, Low drops the microphone and several officials surround him to protect him as he makes his way back up the ramp. Adding insult to injury, Low lifts the title belt into the air, drawing even more boos from the fans, until he finally vanishes in the back. The remaining officials are helping Logan out of the ring, as we cut to a very flustered Herb and a very amused Frank.)

HS: "I'm so sick of you, you jackass!"

FJ: "Go screw yourself, you rat bastard!"

HS: "UGH! You know, let's just go back to last night's AWA Awards ceremony, where the final two awards were presented."

(We once again cut back to the previous night's festivities.)

HS: "Here to present the award for Tag Team of the Year... the AWA's favorite team of celebrity friends, Whoopi Goldberg and Jane Fonda!"

(The crowd is surprised that these two would show their faces again after all they've been through in the AWA, especially poor Miss Fonda.)

FONDA: "History teaches us that men and nations behave wisely once they have exhausted all other alternatives."

WHOOPI: "Yeah, man, yeah!"

FONDA: "Allow the president to invade a neighboring nation, whenever he shall deem it necessary to repel an invasion, and you allow him to do so whenever he may choose to say he deems it necessary for such a purpose—and you allow him to make war at pleasure."

WHOOPI: "Yeah, man, yeah!"

FONDA: "Force is all-conquering, but its victories are short-lived. I destroy my enemies when I make them my friends."

WHOOPI: "Yeah, man, yeah!"

FONDA: "Unthinking respect for authority is the greatest enemy of truth. Peace cannot be kept by force. It can only be achieved by understanding. May we never confuse honest dissent with disloyal subversion."

WHOOPI: "Yeah, man, yeah!"

(Not everybody agrees with Miss Fonda. Not everybody disagrees with her, either. But damnit, let's go on with the wrestling show! Suddenly, Jane Fonda's microphone is turned off and we hear a voice from... somewhere.)

VOICE: "Here are the nominees for Tag Team of the Year..."

..."The Association"...

..."The Faction"...

..."Sir Nathaniel Henry Lee GBE and The Legendary Low"...

..."Menace 2 Society"...

..."And Jayson Price and Logan Alexander"...

(As Jane Fonda keeps on rambling - without realizing that her microphone has been turned off - the mysterious voice continues to speak.)

VOICE: "And the Tag Team of the Year is..."

WHOOPI: "Yeah, man, yeah!"

VOICE: "Shut up, Whoopi!"

WHOOPI: "Okay, man, okay."

VOICE: "Sir Nathaniel Henry Lee and The Legendary Low!"

(A loud chorus of boos meets the grinning Sir Henry and Low as they shake hands with all their friends and stablemates and walk onto the stage.)

NHL: "And another one for Damage, Inc.!"

LOW: "You know, when the nominations were announced, we heard the comments on the internet or even backstage at AWA events. 'Damage, Inc. are not a real team'. 'They never defend their titles'. 'There is no real division'. Well, morons, screw you! Damage, Inc., any combination of it, is the ONLY true team in the AWA! All your so-called heroes have proven that they can't decide on what to order for dinner, much less put their egos aside and work against a unit as strong as Damage, Inc. It isn't our fault that nobody else steps up. It isn't our fault that nobody is challenging it us. It isn't our fault that the AWA can't seem to hire any tag teams, and the ones they do hire ar barely passable. The Association? The Faction? Menace 2 Society? Logan Blandlexander and Prisery? Give me a fucking break!"

NHL: "Damage, Inc. is one cohesive and solid unit. Damage, Inc. is a golden company. Damage, Inc. is actually doing something with itself. All those fools prematurely calling for dissension in our ranks will lose more and more credibility as time goes by and we are STILL a bloody unit. With all of our expertise being combined. With all the wrestling knowledge I have combined with the wrestling knowledge of Nathan and the wrestling knowledge of the Legendary Low, there is nothing that can stop us. Damage, Inc. will continue to rule the AWA Tag Team Championship!"

(With that, "Damage, Inc." begins to play and Low and Sir Henry walk off the stage.)

HS: "So this is it, the big one, the one we've all been waiting for. Three of the men nominated for this award have held the AWA World title for a substantial amount of time, while the other two have held some sort of AWA Championship for much of the past year. Here to present the award for Wrestler of the Year is AWA President Travis Gray!"

(A majority of the audience politely applauds for the president of the AWA; but by far not everybody. Gray walks onto the stage and behind the podium.)

GRAY: "The Wrestler of the Year award is one the most prestigious awards in the AWA. Regardless of allegiance, of moral and ethic values, of social behaviour, this award, beyond a shadow of a doubt, symbolizes the very best wrestler of the past year. Only a handful of AWA greats have won this award. Theoren Spencer. Mr. Jack Happy. The Legendary Low. The Hangman. Brian Williams. And now one of these men will join this elite group. The nominees are..."

..."'Chaos Stryke' Logan Alexander"...

..."Sir Nathaniel Henry Lee GBE / Nathan Hawthorne-Lee"...

..."The Legendary Low"...

..."'The Big Apple Asskicker' A.C. Smith"...

..."and 'The Sensational' Brian Stevens"...

"And the winner is..."

(We hear a drumroll in the background as Stevens opens the envelope. Gray doesn't look all too pleased.)

GRAY: "'The Sensational' Brian Stevens!"

(The banquet erupts in a mix of cheers and boos. But as much as people hate Brian Stevens, some can't help and acknowledge him for the tremendous six months he just had. Sir Henry and Low don't seem to be too disappointed with not winning the award as the three key members of Damage, Inc. hug and pat Stevens on the back. He walks onto the stage and slyly grins at Gray. He pulls the plaque out of Gray's hands and steps behind the podium.)

STEVENS: "Being in the Main Event of CLASSIC means everything to me. It's my chance to be counted among the GODS who have come before me and it forever links my names to theirs. It's something special. The record means the World to me. It's never been touched. I'd like to be the one to shatter it. To reshape it. To give someone else a NEW number to shoot for. This is the weekend of Damage, Inc., and with all due respect to Henry and Low, it is the weekend of Brian FUCKING Stevens even moreso. This award puts me among The Best. Ever. Williams. Happy. Hangman. Low. Stevens. Only one more step to take to cement my LEGACY. Tomorrow night, John, prepare yourself to be hit harder than you've ever been hit. Prepare yourself for the hell I will put you through because I will stop at NOTHING to maintain my death grip on this title... or this whole company. FUCKING BELIEVE THAT!"

("Jet Black New Year" begins to play and the rest of Damage, Inc. joins Brian Stevens on the stage with all their title belts and awards plaques. They celebrate and we cut back into Stadio San Siro.)

HS: "Like we needed THAT to boost his already inflated ego even more."

FJ: "It's not like he doesn't DESERVE it Herb."

HS: "But still..."

(The booming voice is heard once again as the Ameritron flickers into extistence.)

"One hundred and sixty one days; one hundred and sixty one long, grueling days; one hundred sixty one days that Brian Stevens has excelled as AWA World Champion. A feat only exceeded by one other man. "

(A quick, blurred image of Brian Williams wearing AWA gold is shown on the AmeriTron.)

"A feat that may never be accomplished again. A feat that may not be accomplished tonight. Brian Stevens hopes to continue his legacy and rewrite AWA history. He hopes to break the most hallowed of AWA records."

(A quick display of some of Stevens' recent accomplishments flashes over the screen, showing him choking out several AWA stars including Javex Valerius, Ray Owens and AC Smith.)

"One man, though, hopes to erase Stevens' names from the annals of the AWA elite. A man who has seen as much glory in his lifetime. A man who holds an equally impressive record himself. A man who is strangely tied to the record, by blood. One man, Stevens, hopes to create his own legacy. Another man hopes to define his. That man…"

"John Williams"

(Williams' image is shown on the screen, defeating C-Rock for his first World title back in 2004 in Pittsburgh.)

"November 25, 2007, their rivalry is born and hostile alliances are formed…."

(Williams stomps Low's injured leg twice, before taking the crutch and sliding back into the ring. Stevens hits the crutch onto the mat, as he waits for Williams to get up. Williams does so very slowly, using the ropes for leverage, but the crowd suddenly explodes in cheers as Low is standing right behind Stevens, the other crutch in his hand. Williams has dropped back to the mat, but now looks at Stevens, pointing behind him. Stevens turns around and WHAM! gets nailed with the second crutch! The fans explode with cheers.)

FJ: "Look at this!"

HS: "It was all a ruse!"

(Indeed, Low points at his knee, rips off the kneebrace and then stomps the mat a few times with his "injured" leg. He pulls Williams on top of Stevens as the referee counts 1..... 2..... 3! NO! Stevens, at the LAST split-second, is able to grab the bottom rope. Low slides out of the ring as Williams nods and plays to the crowd. He takes a few steps, waits for Stevens to regain his fotting, runs at him and hits a Canadian Destroyer.)

HS: "LIGHTS OUT!"

(The crowd cheers as Williams covers. The referee counts 1..... 2..... 3! John Williams wins.)

"January 15, 2006 , redemption would come…"

(John kicks the belt from Stevens' hands. John picks up the referee to wake him up. The referee begins to stir as John brings Stevens to his feet. John sets up Brian for the "Lights Out" Canadian Destroyer. John jumps into the air and goes for the flip, but in an impressive display of strength, Stevens holds on and then nails Williams with a spinebuster.)

HS: "He hit the belt! John Williams' head hit the belt on the mat!"

FJ: "It was an accident, though!"

(Stevens kicks the belt out of the ring and then musters his last bit of strength to pull Williams up. He picks him up and then sends him down with the North Star Driver. Stevens covers and the referee slowly crawls over.)

FJ: "Make the count, ref!"

(The referee slowly slides to check the pin and counts slowly......ONE......TWO......THREE!!!)

FJ: "HOLY SHIT!"

HS: "WE HAVE A NEW CHAMPION!"

FJ: "BRIAN STEVENS HAS CAPTURED HIS FIRST AWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!"

HS: "Finally, after all the screwjobs by Low, all of those underhanded tricks, Brian Stevens has finally won the AWA World Heavyweight Championship!"

(The referee raises Brian's hand into the air and we switch to a shot of NHL clapping for his partner as he wins his first AWA Championship!)

"March 18, 2007 , the streak begins…"

(Stevens is able to get back to his feet first somehow and makes his way toward Snake who still looks out of it on one knee. However as Stevens gets close Snake explodes with a hard left right combo to the midsection which doubles Stevens over. Snake then springs up lifting Stevens in a fireman's carry position and again begins to rotation.)

HS: "Snake was playing Possum, INJECTION!!!!"

FJ: "This is it, Snake wins!"

HS: "No Wait Look Frank, Stevens Reversed it, He has the front Guillotine locked in!!!"

(As Snake is rotating Stevens Brian somehow manages to lock onto the head of the Champion and as they are falling he grapevines Snakes body with his legs and Snake is trapped in Stevens Guillotine Choke. Stevens tightens his grip on the hold as Snake begins to struggle.)

HS: "STEVENS HAS IT LOCKED, SNAKE IS FIGHTING, BUT IT MAY ALL BE FOR NOT!"

FJ: "Is he going to tap? Do we have a new Champion?"

HS: "The ref is checking Frank?"

(The ref leans in and checks on Snake, he quickly lifts Snakes right arm and drops it, then a second time.)

HS: "This could be it, Snake may be out!"

(The ref raises Snakes arm for a third time and it drops to the canvas and the ref springs up calling for the bell then goes back to Stevens telling him to release the hold which he quickly does rolling away in exhaustion.)

HS: "We have a new World Champion ladies and Gentlemen, Brian Stevens has won the AWA World Title right here on live TV!"

"Much has changed since that fateful day nearly two years ago. It is now Stevens who collaborates with the dastardly legend, Low. What hasn't changed is the hatred between these two men. Brian Stevens hopes to continue his legacy..."

BRIAN STEVENS: "Listen. Nearly EVERYONE I've faced in this reign, at one point or another, has said they were destined to beat me or that they promised that they were going to beat me. NO ONE has succeeded. NO ONE. Gabriel put his AND God's word on the fact that he'd beat me. Snake called me a fluke. Logan Alexander. John Williams. Jai Williams. Quade deSade. Evan Heir. Preston Alway. Javex Valerius. AC Smith. Ray Owens. THEY ALL PROMISED VICTORY…they all failed. John has done it twice now. TWICE! I invite him to prove me wrong. Hell…I look forward to the challenge. I look forward to making John Williams choke on every single last one of his words."

"John Williams hopes to rekindle his…"

WILLIAMS: I will put your ass to sleep, and for the third time, become the AWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION. Our time is now Brian, we will go to war, only one man able to win. I hate you with every fiber of my being, but on a night like tomorrow night, bring the game that you can, bring it like your life depends on it, and I assure you I will respect you and do the same thing. May the best man win!"

"More is at stake here than just some record. More is at stake than the gold around Stevens' waist. More is at stake then these two warrior's pride. What is at stake here is the future of professional wrestling and the future of the American Wrestling Alliance. A former legend goes head to head against a future legend to prove his mettle and reclaim his past glory. Which man will prevail? Regardless of the victor, will there even be a winner? They have promised to maim one another, to choke the life from one another, intent on doing everything they must to win tonight. That is what this night is all about. That is what CLASSIC is all about. These two great legendary warriors are ready. Are you?"

HS: "Frank…it's time. It's time for the Main Event! It's time for perhaps the single biggest match in Pay Per View history!"

FJ: "Two men with no love lost! A hallowed record one would give his life to defend! A hallowed record the other would KILL to get! Brian Stevens versus John Williams for the AWA World Title is next!"

HS: "Please join us now as we take a special look back at this now-legendary feud."

(The booming voice is heard once again as the AmeriTron flickers into extistence.)

"One hundred and sixty one days; one hundred and sixty one long, grueling days; one hundred sixty one days that Brian Stevens has excelled as AWA World Champion. A feat only exceeded by one other man."

(A quick, blurred image of Brian Williams wearing AWA gold is shown on the AmeriTron.)

"A feat that may never be accomplished again. A feat that may not be accomplished tonight. Brian Stevens hopes to continue his legacy and rewrite AWA history. He hopes to break the most hallowed of AWA records."

(A quick display of some of Stevens' recent accomplishments flashes over the screen, showing him choking out several AWA stars including Javex Valerius, Ray Owens and A.C. Smith.)

"One man, though, hopes to erase Stevens' names from the annals of the AWA elite. A man who has seen as much glory in his lifetime. A man who holds an equally impressive record himself. A man who is strangely tied to the record, by blood. One man, Stevens, hopes to create his own legacy. Another man hopes to define his. That man…"

"John Williams"

(Williams' image is shown on the screen, defeating C-Rock for his first World title back in 2004 in Pittsburgh.)

"November 25, 2007, their rivalry is born and hostile alliances are formed…."

(Williams stomps Low's injured leg twice, before taking the crutch and sliding back into the ring. Stevens hits the crutch onto the mat, as he waits for Williams to get up. Williams does so very slowly, using the ropes for leverage, but the crowd suddenly explodes in cheers as Low is standing right behind Stevens, the other crutch in his hand. Williams has dropped back to the mat, but now looks at Stevens, pointing behind him. Stevens turns around and WHAM! gets nailed with the second crutch! The fans explode with cheers.)

FJ: "Look at this!"

HS: "It was all a ruse!"

(Indeed, Low points at his knee, rips off the kneebrace and then stomps the mat a few times with his "injured" leg. He pulls Williams on top of Stevens as the referee counts 1..... 2..... 3! NO! Stevens, at the LAST split-second, is able to grab the bottom rope. Low slides out of the ring as Williams nods and plays to the crowd. He takes a few steps, waits for Stevens to regain his fotting, runs at him and hits a Canadian Destroyer.)

HS: "LIGHTS OUT!"

(The crowd cheers as Williams covers. The referee counts 1..... 2..... 3! John Williams wins.)

"January 15, 2006 , redemption would come…"

(John kicks the belt from Stevens' hands. John picks up the referee to wake him up. The referee begins to stir as John brings Stevens to his feet. John sets up Brian for the "Lights Out" Canadian Destroyer. John jumps into the air and goes for the flip, but in an impressive display of strength, Stevens holds on and then nails Williams with a spinebuster.)

HS: "He hit the belt! John Williams' head hit the belt on the mat!"

FJ: "It was an accident, though!"

(Stevens kicks the belt out of the ring and then musters his last bit of strength to pull Williams up. He picks him up and then sends him down with the North Star Driver. Stevens covers and the referee slowly crawls over.)

FJ: "Make the count, ref!"

(The referee slowly slides to check the pin and counts slowly......ONE......TWO......THREE!!!)

FJ: "HOLY SHIT!"

HS: "WE HAVE A NEW CHAMPION!"

FJ: "BRIAN STEVENS HAS CAPTURED HIS FIRST AWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!"

HS: "Finally, after all the screwjobs by Low, all of those underhanded tricks, Brian Stevens has finally won the AWA World Heavyweight Championship!"

(The referee raises Brian's hand into the air and we switch to a shot of NHL clapping for his partner as he wins his first AWA Championship!)

"March 18, 2007 , the streak begins…"

(Stevens is able to get back to his feet first somehow and makes his way toward Snake who still looks out of it on one knee. However as Stevens gets close Snake explodes with a hard left right combo to the midsection which doubles Stevens over. Snake then springs up lifting Stevens in a fireman's carry position and again begins to rotation.)

HS: "Snake was playing Possum, INJECTION!!!!"

FJ: "This is it, Snake wins!"

HS: "No Wait Look Frank, Stevens Reversed it, He has the front Guillotine locked in!!!"

(As Snake is rotating Stevens Brian somehow manages to lock onto the head of the Champion and as they are falling he grapevines Snakes body with his legs and Snake is trapped in Stevens Guillotine Choke. Stevens tightens his grip on the hold as Snake begins to struggle.)

HS: "STEVENS HAS IT LOCKED, SNAKE IS FIGHTING, BUT IT MAY ALL BE FOR NOT!"

FJ: "Is he going to tap? Do we have a new Champion?"

HS: "The ref is checking Frank?"

(The ref leans in and checks on Snake, he quickly lifts Snakes right arm and drops it, then a second time.)

HS: "This could be it, Snake may be out!"

(The ref raises Snakes arm for a third time and it drops to the canvas and the ref springs up calling for the bell then goes back to Stevens telling him to release the hold which he quickly does rolling away in exhaustion.)

HS: "We have a new World Champion ladies and Gentlemen, Brian Stevens has won the AWA World Title right here on live TV!"

"Much has changed since that fateful day nearly two years ago. It is now Stevens who collaborates with the dastardly legend, Low. What hasn't changed is the hatred between these two men. Brian Stevens hopes to continue his legacy…"

BRIAN STEVENS: "Listen. Nearly EVERYONE I've faced in this reign, at one point or another, has said they were destined to beat me or that they promised that they were going to beat me. NO ONE has succeeded. NO ONE. Gabriel put his AND God's word on the fact that he'd beat me. Snake called me a fluke. Logan Alexander. John Williams. Jai Williams. Quade deSade. Evan Heir. Preston Alway. Javex Valerius. AC Smith. Ray Owens. THEY ALL PROMISED VICTORY…they all failed. John has done it twice now. TWICE! I invite him to prove me wrong. Hell…I look forward to the challenge. I look forward to making John Williams choke on every single last one of his words."

"John Williams hopes to rekindle his…"

WILLIAMS: I will put your ass to sleep, and for the third time, become the AWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION. Our time is now Brian, we will go to war, only one man able to win. I hate you with every fiber of my being, but on a night like tomorrow night, bring the game that you can, bring it like your life depends on it, and I assure you I will respect you and do the same thing. May the best man win!"

"More is at stake here than just some record. More is at stake than the gold around Stevens' waist. More is at stake then these two warrior's pride. What is at stake here is the future of professional wrestling and the future of the American Wrestling Alliance. A former legend goes head to head against a future legend to prove his mettle and reclaim his past glory. Which man will prevail? Regardless of the victor, will there even be a winner? They have promised to maim one another, to choke the life from one another, intent on doing everything they must to win tonight. That is what this night is all about. That is what CLASSIC is all about. These two great legendary warriors are ready. Are you?"

(We head back to the Stadio San Siro and take in the crowd…)

DING! DING! DING!

(The fans in the Stadio San Siro immediately rise to their feet. Flash bulbs snap wildly as signs are hoisted proudly. It's time. It's on.)

HS: "In the ring is AWA Ring Announcer Nick Edwards. Take it away, Nicky."

(We head in the ring and see Nick Edwards standing center ring with AWA Senior Official Chuck Ford not for behind him, just near the ropes.)

NICK EDWARDS: "Ladies and Gentlemen. The Following contest is scheduled for one fall and has a 60 Minute Time Limit AND is for the AWA World Heavyweight Championship."

(The lights in the arena slowly dim down as "Freebird" by Lynard Skynard blares over the loud speakers. The fans go absolutely wild as the classic song plays itself through it's legendary intro. Bright white lights illuminate the arena and, more importantly, they slowly…one by one…light the way to the ring via the Entrance Ramp. Finally…"THE ICON" arrives! John Williams steps from the curtain and red lights flood the outsides of the stage, while the white maintains the middle. A Canadian Flag is worn over the head of John Williams, showing his pride. Suddenly, John stops before he reaches the decline in the entrance ramp and he proudly grabs the flag and opens it up behind him as he quickly raises both of his arms! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! A firework display goes off behind John and the fans react very warmly to it, cheering unabashedly once the display is completed.)

HS: "This is the Fifth CLASSIC appearance for John Williams. His first CLASSIC was 2003 when, as Animosity, he defeated Evan Spire and Ian Hensley in a Triple Threat match. 2004, John Williams lost the AWA World Title to Jeff Christianson in the Main Event that evening. 2005 saw John Williams outlast Quade deSade and Sebastian Slater in a Ladder Match to retain the No Limits Championship. Last year, John Williams lost to Ray Owens in a Hall of Fame match."

FJ: "John Williams' record at CLASSIC is 2 and 2. Tonight? John Williams can take that record and make it a winning record OR he could lose and that's exactly what I anticipate John Williams to do tonight. LOSE!"

HS: "Regardless of what you think, Frank? The people have been clamoring for John Williams to beat Brian Stevens. And, not only that, Frank…John Williams is the last person to stand in between Brian Stevens and the most hallowed record in our sport. The longest Championship Title reign. John Williams is currently tied in 1st with his First United States Title run. For those who aren't aware, John Williams beat Adam Bawm…"

FJ: "RIP…"

HS: "…for the title in a Tournament when Mortis Valley vacated the title. John Williams went on to hold that belt for 168 days until he lost the title to Dave "The Rave" Santini."

FJ: "That's right. His reign spanned from November 30, 2003 until May 16, 2004. Very, very impressive."

(John Williams rests the flag across his shoulders as he proceeds to the ring. Williams doesn't slap hands. He doesn't smile. He doesn't pander. He just walks hard, determined and focused. We take in this athlete. We take in this 6'5" MMA monster. He's wearing a pair of ICON blue Tapout shorts that match his Mohawk. His right hand and arm are heavily taped while both hands are gloved. John Williams walks up the steel white stairs and up to the white ring apron and mat. He wipes both his bare feet before dropping his flag off to a ringside PA and stepping through the ropes. MILLIONS of flashbulbs go off. One after the other. John Williams walks the ring. He raises his arms! He looks proud. Focused. John Williams looks like tonight just may indeed be his night!)

HS: "We saw it in the video package…the war between Brian Stevens and John Williams has been intense over the years. John Williams won his Second World Title from Stevens. Stevens won his first off of Williams. Since then? The bad blood between both men has boiled and tonight? It finally explodes inside of a wrestling ring!"

FJ: "The exploits outside of the ring ALSO need to be addressed. I mean…BRIAN STEVENS LIT WILLIAMS ON FIRE! That's not something we can look past! Look at Williams' arm. It's taped and bandaged. It's a mess. It's blistered and peeling and probably a little infected. It's bloody and puss-ridden. Think about how uncomfortable that must be for John Williams tonight! Not only is it a burden? It's also a target! A target Brian Stevens basically said he would target the moment he saw fit."

(John Williams finds his corner and the AWA Senior Official Chuck Ford pats him down. "Freebird" starts to slowly die down as Chuck Ford is satisfied with John's gear.)

HS: "Frank, what are the keys to John Williams winning here tonight? What does this veteran and Hall of Famer need to do to beat the damn near unbeatable Brian Stevens?"

FJ: "Tonight will be a tough night for John Williams. Like you said, Brian Stevens has been unbeatable for 6 months straight. John Williams is also rocking a bad right hand. John needs to do what he does best. Out wrestle Brian Stevens. John needs to wear Stevens down on the mat and look for submissions. That is his key to victory…that and avoid letting Stevens get a hold of that hand."

(Suddenly…one by one…every light in the arena dies out and the fans immediately start buzzing with hatred and disdain. The AWA Faithful whom have flocked to the venue buzz feverishly until the lone gritty guitar of Thursday's "Jet Black New Year" hit's us like a brick to the head. White lights dance to wildly to the beat. Synthesizers and drums join the guitar as a flood of green flashing lights join into the fray…but suddenly, uncharacteristically…the music stops before it hit's the secondary intro…)

BOOOSHH!!!

(A sick wall of fire explodes all across the large platform entrance stage! The song goes into the second intro and the trademark wind machine and smoke machines are blowing wildly, mixing in with the fire that is constantly and inconsistently exploding along the stage. Finally, the AWA World Champion Brian Stevens makes his grand entrance. The fans go crazy booing the Hell out of the AWA World Champion as Stevens walks on the stage among the chaotic smoke and wind and fire, which violently whip and breeze past him.)

HS: "Brian Stevens. The AWA World Heavyweight Champion for 161 days straight. This controversial upstart has taken part in two prior CLASSICS. At the 2005 edition, Brian Stevens and Nathaniel Henry Lee, as Damage, Inc., beat the legendary Bad Blood team of Jeff Christianson and C-Rock in a Double Dog Collar match to retain the Tag Team Titles. Last year, Brian Stevens fought Nathan Hawthorne-Lee in one of the, if not THE, greatest CLASSIC match of all time. Stevens lost that Dog Collar match controversially when both men fell off of the Balcony and rolled down an entire set of arena stairs where both men became so badly entangled. NHL was on top of Stevens and Stevens was counted down to mercifully end the match."

FJ: "Obviously, that makes Brian 1 and 1 at CLASSIC, a record not unlike that of John Williams who is, again, 2 and 2."

HS: "Both men want to win here tonight for many, many reasons. Obviously, a winning CLASSIC record is nice, but the World Title is on the line! The most hallowed record in all of the AWA is on the line. John Williams wants to defend that record. Brian Stevens wants to run away with that record. Tonight is perhaps the single most important World Title match in the history of this company for ALL those reasons and more."

(After a few seconds on the stage glaring into the ring, Brian Stevens proceeds down the steel ramp way towards the ring. Once at the bottom of the ramp, the Strong Style legend walks the entire outside of the ring, occasionally bantering with fans until he slides into the ring. Stevens rises to a knee as the lights around the ring darken and flicker as a spotlight falls over Stevens and, if even thought possible, more random white lights flicker to the beat of the music around the ring and in the audience. Stevens continues to kneel center ring, almost in some sort of prayer or ritual.)

HS: "Brian Stevens has defeated and thwarted off every challenger that has been presented to him this reign; including Snake, NHL, Gabriel, Logan Alexander, Javex Valerius, AC Smith, Preston Alway, Jai Williams, Quade deSade, Ray Owens, Evan Heir and, yes…John Williams."

FJ: "THAT is a who's who of the AWA right now. There isn't a name Stevens has dodged. There isn't a name that you just mentioned that Stevens had to cheat to beat. Brian Stevens has just been THAT much better than everyone else this reign."

HS: "Whether you like the kid or not, Brian Stevens has been damn near unbeatable and that has to say something about him. Like it or not? That has to be respected."

(The seconds pass and finally, The Punk Rock Phenom unzips his ring jacket and removes the AWA World title from his waist and rises to his feet in one astonishing moment! Stevens walks to the ropes and stands on the middle rope and hoists the World Title proudly while defiantly bragging and boasting to the crowd. Stevens hits all four sides of the ring before he finally finds his corner.)

(The ring lights return to normal and we take in Brian Stevens. His hair is streaked with Purple and Jet Black. His trunks are a dark gray with the DEATHBIRD on the rear in white. His eyes marred in black eyeliner while the traditional Stevens warpaint streak under his eyes and over his nose is white. Stevens is patted down by Chuck Ford in his corner while Williams glares at Stevens from across the ring in his corner.)

HS: "Look at the look John Williams is giving Brian Stevens."

FJ: "Sweet damn…John Williams looks as if he's going to literally rip the head off of Brian Stevens."

HS: "And Stevens just smirks back. What an arrogant, pretentious bleep-hole. I'm sorry…it's just sickening to see Brian Stevens this calm. This cocky. It's unnerving."

FJ: "That's who he is, Summers. THAT is Brian Stevens. You're almost obligated to hate his ass."

(Nick Edwards steps out of the neutral corner with Chuck Ford by his side.)

NICK EDWARDS: "First, in the corner to my left is the CHALLENGER. He weighs in tonight at 235 pounds and hails from Toronto, Ontario, Canada! He is a Grand Slam Champion! He is an AWA Hall of Famer! He is "THE ICON"! Ladies and Gentlemen, this is JOOOOHHHNNN WILLLLIIIAAAAMMMMMSSS!"

(Even the thunderous applause doesn't cause John Williams to come out of his corner. He just bounces back and forth on the tops of his feet, loosening up his arms and his body. Trying to shake the nerves.)

NICK EDWARDS: "His opponent is in the corner to my right. He weighs in tonight at 241 pounds and hails from St. Paul, Minnesota in the United States of America. He is a former Pro Wrestling JAPAN IHC Heavyweight Champion. He is referred to as a Strong Style Legend. Ladies and Gentlemen, he is the Punk Rock Phenom! The current reigning and defending AWA Heavyweight Champion of the WOOOOOOORRRRLLLDDDD! He is "The Sensational" BRRRRRIIIAANNNNNN SSSSTTTEEEEEVVVEEEENNNNSSSSSS!!!!!"

(Stevens steps out of his corner boastfully as he defiantly raises the AWA World Heavyweight Title over his head, dangling it by his right arm. Stevens smirks cockily and confidently as Williams watches on in disgust. Finally, Stevens forfeit's the World Title to Chuck Ford who holds it up above his head center ring. It's time.)

FJ: "There it is, Summers. The prize both these men have claimed they'd DIE for! The World Title."

(Ford hands the Title over to the Timekeeper and calls for the bell. The fans cheer wildly…)

DING! DING! DING!!!

HS: "There's the bell, Frank! This World Heavyweight Title SHOWDOWN is underway!"

(Both men immediately step out of their corner and start circling the other. Both men are in their MMA inspired fighting stances. Both men look focused. Both men look like they want to start slow. Finally, both men inch closer to center ring and John Williams makes the first move as he shoots for a single-leg. Stevens is quick to switch his lead foot and avoids the takedown and any contact. Williams doesn't miss a step as he gets right back into position and into his stance. A few more seconds pass of circling and finally, it's Stevens' turn to take a stab at Williams and he does by throwing a kick at the hip of Williams. John is quick to take a step back and he avoids the kick altogether. Smart. Stevens smiles, seeing Williams really is on his game.)

HS: "Definitely a feeling out process here, Frank."

FJ: "Absolutely. This is the biggest match in either man's career. You don't want to be the first to make a mistake."

(Finally…it's time to cut the crap. Both men step forward and lock in a Collar-Elbow. Stevens squirms out and executes a go behind to a rear waist lock. Williams is quickly to drop toe hold Stevens and both men fall to the mat. Williams quickly shoots the half and works up to the head of Stevens. Stevens is wise to it and before Williams can lock on the side headlock, Stevens takes the approaching left hand of Williams and applies a hammerlock. Stevens grounds Williams for a few moments until John works his way up to his feet. Stevens tries to step on the back of Williams' knee to bring him back down, but John nails Stevens with a back elbow before he can follow through with his plan. Stevens, stunned, releases the Hammerlock and Williams is free. John explodes the ropes and, on the rebound, John takes Stevens down with a Shoulder Block. Stevens quickly kips up to his feet as Williams hit's the ropes again. Stevens leaps over Williams and then falls to his stomach to go under the rebounding body of Williams. Stevens attempts a dropkick, but John is far to aware of what's going on and stops himself on the ropes. Stevens hit's the mat and John grabs both legs of Stevens and rolls through for a pin attempt.)

HS: "Unexpected cover by Williams. 1...no. Kickout by Stevens."

FJ: "Right idea, though."

(Stevens uses both of his free arms to chop the sides of Williams to break the bridge. This has Williams fall on top of Stevens body…but Stevens is quick to bridge he and Williams back to their feet. VERY IMPRESSIVE. Stevens applies a gut wrench for control on Williams from the bridge. Stevens heel trips Williams to the mat and quickly goes behind Williams for control. Stevens applies a body scissors from the rear around the ribs of John Williams and starts looking for Crossface's. BOOM! Stevens catches Williams across the bridge of his nose with one and Williams quickly covers himself up once he knows Stevens' strategy.)

FJ: "Not a good position for John Williams here, Summers. Stevens has his back and both legs are hooked in. John needs to reach the ropes and hope Stevens doesn't get a Choke or Sleeper locked in."

HS: "It does look like Stevens is more content throwing Crossface strikes at John."

FJ: "And, truthfully? He probably should. That's his MO."

(After throwing a handful more Crossface's at Williams, Stevens realizes that this is a lost cause so he instead gives up on the striking and instead maintains his body scissors. It doesn't take John Williams long to maneuver to the ropes. After a count of 3, Stevens breaks the hold.)

HS: "Wise decision by John Williams. A slow wear and tear around his abdomen does him no good so the ropes was his best option at this point to break that rear body scissors."

(Stevens is first up to his feet and quickly lights up the face of John Williams with a slap on the break. Williams springs up to his feet and catches the unsuspecting Stevens with a rushing carry into the corner and the Stadio San Siro EXPLODES! John Williams starts unloading with wild punches and, to his credit, Stevens is doing a good job of covering up. John Williams finally lands a NICE leaping knee strike to the point of Stevens jaw and it completely rocks Brian! Williams whips Stevens out of the corner and quickly rushes in and connects with a dropkick in the corner! Stevens crumbles to the mat in a seated position…just where John Williams wants him. Williams screams at Stevens and slaps him across the face, returning the favor. Finally, Williams has seen enough of Brian Stevens and takes to the ropes, rebounds at Stevens and connects with a nasty Boot Scrape right across the face of Stevens! Stevens gets hit so hard that his momentum from the move causes him to crash outside of the ring and to the white mats on the outside. Meanwhile, John Williams takes this chance to celebrate and pander to the fans while Chuck Ford begins his count on Stevens.)

HS: "The slap to the face by Brian Stevens to John Williams woke up ‘The Icon'! Brian Stevens got COMPLETELY rocked!"

FJ: "Stevens needs to take this time the John Williams has given him to recuperate. He has a riled-up, pissed-off John Williams in the ring hitting on all cylinders. Stevens needs to let things cool off and get his wits about him."

(Stevens looks into the ring from his knees, leaning up on the apron. He sees Williams pandering. He sees the count by Ford…but Stevens, much to his credit, takes the time to slow things down as he slowly gets back up to his feet. Stevens walks the outside for a moment until Williams sees him up. Williams power walks to the ropes and opening invites Stevens to come back into the ring and get some more…but Stevens doesn't bite. Stevens waits. He bides his time, as well he should.)

FJ: "Stevens needs to readjust his game. He started out trading holds with John…I'm not sure that's where Stevens wants to go with this. He needs to strike. He needs to use his speed and fly. Those are his strengths. He knows it. He needs to get back to HIS basics."

(Ford backs Williams up from the ropes and Stevens slides back into the ring. Stevens brushes back his Purple and Jet Black locks as he collects his thoughts. The pace is dead. This is what Stevens wants as Williams knows it's not a good time to rush Stevens.)

HS: "This, obviously, was what Stevens was trying to accomplish, yes?"

FJ: "He killed Williams' momentum by stretching and stalling that 10 count as long as he could. Now John can't rush Stevens, or he could, but it would be ill-advised. It's going right back to a lock-up."

(Indeed it does as both men stand center ring and re-lock in the Collar-Elbow. Stevens wins the lock and comes up with the left arm of Williams in a Top Wrist Lock. Stevens kicks out the left knee of Williams, forcing Williams to kneel and give him leverage. Stevens gets a punch to the temple that staggers Stevens slightly, but enough to allow Williams to regain his footing. BAM! Another punch and Williams quickly frees his arm by Arm Dragging Stevens over. Stevens pops right back up to his feet and John grabs a side headlock and brings Stevens right up and over. Stevens doesn't waste time and grabs a head scissors, effectively breaking Williams' Side Headlock.)

FJ: "Stevens in control with the leg scissors on the head of Williams."

HS: "Smart strategy. Even though the hand of Williams is his weakest link tonight, a majority of Stevens' arsenal focuses on the head."

FJ: "Exactly. Even IF he goes after that arm and hand of Williams? Chances are he'll try and finish with one of his pet moves, most likely The Choke."

(Williams fights and presses and pushes Stevens into a sitting position. Williams pushes down on the knees and inner thighs of Stevens, trying to force open the Bear Trap around his head. Williams gets up to his feet and finally, he does a handstand with both of his hands still pushing open the legs of Stevens as best they can…only now he has some leverage. The fans ‘AWWE' the impressive move as finally, Williams slips his head out from between the legs of Stevens and kips up to his feet and dropkicks the face of Brian Stevens! The fans applaud wildly. Williams covers.)

HS: "Cover by Williams. 1...2..no. Kickout by Stevens."

(Brian is dazed as Williams drags him up to his feet and Whips him to the ropes. Kick to the gut by Williams followed by a nicely executed Russian Leg Sweep ala Bret Hart. Williams takes his time getting off of the mat as he sees Stevens is clutching his head in great pain. John hit's the ropes and snaps off an elbow on the chest of Stevens. Cover.)

HS: "1...2...nope. Brian Stevens kicks out again."

(Williams isn't phased by the count. Instead, he does the wise thing. He stays on the Champ. He brings Stevens back up to his feet and whips him to the ropes once again. Williams attempts a clothesline on the rebound, but Stevens ducks under and rebounds back…Williams charges Stevens before he can even get a few steps in from the rebound and knees Stevens in the gut. Stevens buckles from the Kitchen Sink knee and Williams quickly Wizzers Stevens over. Stevens claws back up and is quickly taken right back down with an Inverted Atomic Drop. Williams hit's the ropes and connects with a Leaping Leg Lariat. Williams is quick to cover.)

FJ: "Damn, another cover by Williams. 2 count only."

HS: "Damn?"

FJ: "Just in the sense that he's dominating the Champ, Herbie. I absolutely DID NOT see that coming."

(Williams takes a minute to breath. Stevens is clutching his head and rightfully so on both accounts. Finally, John gets up to his feet and brings Stevens up by his hair. John locks in Front Muay-Thai Head Clinch and starts kneeing the sides of Stevens. BOOM! BOOM! Williams lands one shot after the other to the ribs of Stevens. Finally, John has feels comfortable and executes an instep trip. Williams is quick to try and land elbows, but to Stevens' credit, he has the wherewithal to not let Williams pass his guard on the ground and wraps his legs tightly around the midsection of Williams. Stevens wisely starts squirming to the ropes on his back as Williams occasionally throws an elbow…but John seems even more pleased to just let Brian tire himself out by carrying his weight. Finally, after about a minute, Brian does grab the bottom Green ring rope. A loud "WILLIAMS! WILLIAMS!" chant breaks out. The fans feel something special could potentially be on the verge of happening…and that is the crowning of a new Champion.)

HS: "Ropebreak. Stevens desperately needed that."

FJ: "Desperately probably doesn't put it in the right context. Simply put, if Stevens didn't get that break? This match was done."

(Stevens starts pulling himself up by the Red, White, and Green ring ropes…but John Williams doesn't relent, much to the urging of Chuck Ford. Williams kicks Stevens stiff in the open ribs. Stevens swears under his breath as John brings him up to his feet and, again, John applies the Muay-Thai Clinch to the head and neck of Stevens. More knees to Stevens' mid-section and finally…John lets the hold go and pushes Stevens to the ropes. John hit's a series of stiff forearms to Stevens' jaw before sending him to the ropes. Clothesline attempt by John Williams…but finally…Stevens ducks, grabs the back of John Williams' head and hit's a inverted Lung Blower! Williams is down…and finally Stevens can breath again. Chuck Ford starts the count as both men are down.)

HS: "Lung Blower by Stevens! THAT was huge! Brian Stevens desperately needed to get some breathing room in this match!"

FJ: "VERY effective as BOTH knees of Stevens drove into the base of John's skull. Again, even as out of it as Stevens seems, he has the presence of mind to attack the head and neck of Williams. Damn smart."

(Williams is first up to his feet, breaking the count at 8. Stevens isn't far behind him. Williams boots Stevens in the gut and steps up Stevens for an Enziguri, but Stevens ducks underneath and steps through the fallen John Williams and his leg and wedges the foot behind the leg of Stevens. Brian steps on the back of Williams other leg and does the same. Stevens catches his breath briefly before leaping into the air and slamming both knees of John Williams into the mat. The fans "AWWWE" at the amazing maneuver. Stevens doesn't unbrace the legs, instead, he reaches up and grabs the arms of Williams. Stevens rocks, possibly looking for a Mexican Surfboard. More rocking. More rocking. Finally, Stevens cracks a smirk for the first time in a long time and falls back and yes…he applies a picture perfect Mexican Surfboard. Williams cries out in pain for the first time in a long time this match…but Stevens isn't done as he drops the arms. The body weight of Williams carries him down right into the waiting arms of Stevens, who is all too happy to grab a Dragon Sleeper on John Williams.)

FJ: "Holy Sweet Goddamn…how the Hell is John Williams going to get out of this hold?"

HS: "A Mexican Surfboard into an elevated, modified…whatever…Dragon Sleeper? I'm not sure I've ever seen this before. Incredible."

FJ: "John Williams better hope that Stevens' legs give out otherwise he'll be in this hold for a looong time."

(After a good minute in the hold, Stevens let's go of the head of Williams and pushes Williams off with his legs. Williams crashes to the mat and grabs his head and neck immediately. Stevens smiles as he sits up from the white mat canvas and admires his dirty work. Finally, Stevens pulls himself off of the mat and starts stalking Williams. For the first time in this match, Brian Stevens is firmly in the driver's seat. CRACK! Stevens cockily snaps off a stiff kick to the back of John Williams with relative ease. Stevens grabs the head of the Challenger and Snapmares him over. Stevens grabs a Rear Chin Lock, but not before driving the point of his knee into the upper back and neck of Williams.)

HS: "Still working over that head and neck. That's his forte. That's his calling card."

FJ: "And it's damn effective. Obviously. That's the reason he's been Champion for 161 days."

(The crowd starts chanting, of all things, "ORTON! ORTON!". Stevens rolls his eyes at the ridiculous chant as he rises up to his feet and executes a Rolling Neck Snap ala Curt Hennig. Stevens gets off of the mat and flips off the crowd. VERY classy. Stevens grins wildly before snapping off a North Star Press and covering.)

HS: "Standing Shooting Star Press by Stevens!"

FJ: "NORTH STAR PRESS, Herbie. Get it right."

HS: "Either way, the impressive move only earns Stevens a 2 count."

(Stevens brings Williams up by his Mohawk and head butts him. Williams stumbles back into the turnbuckle and Stevens quickly rushes in and hit's a modified Shinning Wizard. Stevens Snapmares Williams out of the corner and quickly snaps off a stiff kick to the back of Williams. Williams reacts by breathing heavy…HE'S PISSED! He's getting a second wind! Stevens looks on in disbelief! Williams rises to his feet! He looks Stevens dead in the eyes and slaps the taste right out of Stevens' mouth! Williams explodes with a flurry of punches to the midsection of Stevens. Each one lands! Each one finds it's mark! Stevens screams! He isn't about to give up! Stevens lands a kick right into the gut of Williams. Stevens lands another one high on the thigh of Williams. Stevens goes for the kill shot…the head, but Williams ducks underneath and catches Stevens with a series of stiff forearms to the face on the turnaround. Stevens staggers. Williams attempts a Roaring Elbow, but Stevens ducks under and catches Williams with a stiff standing side kick to the back of the skull! Williams tumbles between the middle white rope and the top red rope and crashes hard to the floor! Stevens doesn't waste time and he hit's the ropes as Williams rises to his feet…TOPE CON HILO!)

HS: "Stevens explodes and connects with the Top Con Hilo suicide dive!"

FJ: "Both men are down, Summers! Ford is counting them BOTH out!"

HS: "This is eerily similar to how both men fought and drew post Springs and Breaks!"

(Stevens grabs his back, but is the first to his feet. Stevens rolls into the ring and kills the 10 count. Stevens heads back to the floor and boots Williams right on the damaged right hand…it begins. Stevens smiles mischievously as Williams immediately grabs his hand in extreme pain. Stevens pulls Williams up by the hair and whips him into the guardrail. CRASH! Williams hits hard. Stevens walks in calmly and grabs the hand of Williams and slams it against the steel! Williams' eyes widen as he bellows in pain. Stevens watches on, laughing the entire time.)

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

FJ: "Herbie…John Williams knew what he was getting into when he decided to take this match! He knew he was coming in with a crap hand! He could've opted out! He didn't! His arm? Him hand? They're fair game, sadly."

(Stevens kicks the chest of Williams and he crumbles to the floor, still clutching his hand. Stevens steps right on the hand and laughs. That bastard. Stevens brings his foot up quick and high and slams it down hard on the hand. Chuck Ford leaves the ring and begins pleading with Stevens. Stevens shoves Ford away…but Ford gets right up in Stevens face.)

HS: "Stevens needs to watch himself here. Ford broke the count to confront Stevens on the floor, but shoving the official will get him DQ'ed."

FJ: "Like he cares. Stevens stay retains and gets the record if Ford DQ's him."

(BAM! Williams hits Stevens with a Low Blow. Ford lets it go as he gives the men some room. Williams pulls himself off of the floor and levels Stevens with a stiff clothesline! Both men hit the floor.)

FJ: "Well…I'll be damned…"

HS: "It looks like Chuck Ford is going to let these two just go at it…good for him. This match shouldn't end in a count out. This match shouldn't end in a DQ! This is CLASSIC! This is the biggest match of the year…hell…it may be the biggest match ever! LET 'EM GO!"

(Williams starts moving and rolling joints and knuckles, trying to get some feeling back into the hand. His right hand. His prominent striking hand. Stevens gets up to his feet and Williams quickly starts hitting some stiff forearm shots that back Stevens into the announce table. Williams hits one last head butt before backing away from the staggered and dazed Stevens…and then he explodes from the other side of the ring and Shoulder Tackle's Stevens right up and over the Announce Table! Stevens crashes through the table hard and Frank and Herb move to get the hell out of way.)

HS: "MY GOD! John Williams just put Brian Stevens through the Announce Table! Brian Stevens was nearly broken in half with that near spear…shoulder tackle…whatever! AMAZING!"

FJ: "Brian Stevens' head made a sickening thud on the concrete floor right in front of us. He could have a concussion. He could be seriously injured."

HS: "GOOD! It serves him right, damn it!"

(Williams watches on as Stevens starts slowly moving in the table wreckage. It's time to capitalize. Williams grabs Stevens by his multi-colored locks and attempts to drag him by his feet. No go. Stevens is OUT. Williams grabs Stevens by his waist and, in an amazing feat of strength, John Williams dead-lifts Brian Stevens from the table wreckage to the ring apron. Williams rolls him into the ring underneath the green bottom rope and quickly rolls in after him and makes the cover!)

HS: "NEW CHAMP! COVER! 1...2...3..NO! NO! Stevens get's his foot on the bottom rope in a moment of desperation."

FJ: "…"

(Williams looks a bit stunned…almost perplexed. Williams pulls Stevens center ring and stomps on the back of Stevens briefly before sitting on the back of Stevens and locking in an old favorite…the Camel Clutch! Stevens, however, has other plans! Brian Stevens into his trunks and pulls out the fork!)

HS: "NO!"

FJ: "HAHA! The Butcher has come to Italy!"

(Brian Stevens quickly jabs the fork into the injured right arm of John Williams, just below the elbow! John Williams immediately lets go of the hold as Brian Stevens throws the fork out of the ring before Chuck Ford can see what the hell he did.)

HS: "That sneaky bastard."

FJ: "John Williams put him through OUR table…turn about is fair play, Summers."

(Williams clutches at his arm while blood starts pouring out slowly. Ford checks on Williams, asking him what happened. Before he can answer, Stevens hit's a sick front dropkick to the back of the head of Williams. Ford immediately reprimands Stevens, but Stevens simply ignores him as he snaps off a leg drop to the back of Williams' head. Stevens doesn't waste time. He smells the blood. He knows Williams is in trouble. Brian grabs both arms of Williams and wraps the around Williams' own thought in a Japanese Strangle Hold. Stevens wrenches back as he sits down across the back of Williams in almost a Camel Clutch…oh, the irony.)

HS: "Will John Williams tap? Stevens has him center ring! He's bleeding from his right arm! You can see the blood seep through the bandages!"

FJ: "Stevens has both arms locked up and you know he's squishing the hell out of Williams' bad hand while he tries to choke him into submission!"

(Williams grits his teeth and starts fighting backwards, feeling with his feet for the bottom rope. After a little over a minute in the submission…he stops moving. He starts to fade and Stevens pulls back even further. The fans start chanting for Williams. Finally…Williams fights again! He comes alive and gets up to his knees…and finally, he hops up to his feet and rushes backwards with Stevens still maintaining the Strangle Hold! BOOM! Stevens is rammed into the turnbuckle! John Williams throws his head back and connects with the bridge of Brian Stevens' nose! Blood immediately pours out from Brian Stevens' nose! The fans go ballistic! It's pandemonium! Williams stumbles out of the corner and gives himself a second to breath before charging in at Stevens full speed…but Brian isn't hurt as badly as he looks and somersaults the hell out of the way while the sternum of Williams crashes into the White turnbuckles. Stevens quickly grabs a Half Nelson and DRILLS Williams with his patented Half Nelson Overhead Suplex! The crowd is immediately deflated as Stevens covers!!!)

FJ: "OH! DAMN! That…looked like it F'ing killed."

HS: "1...2...NO! NO! NO! John Williams! John Williams! He kicks out from that…SICK Half Nelson Suplex!"

FJ: "No way!"

(Stevens is in shock! His jaw is dropped. His eyes wide. He's in disbelief! Stevens grabs the hair of John Williams and spits on the back of his head before unloading with short kick and short kick to the face of John Williams. All the while, blood is pouring out of the nose of Brian Stevens like a faucet.)

HS: "KAWADA KICKS BY STEVENS!"

FJ: "John Williams isn't covering up! He's done!"

HS: "But look at Stevens! His nose is busted for sure."

(BAM! BAM! BAM! Stevens lands kick after kick until finally…he lets go of Williams' blue hair. Stevens points up top…he's going to the top rope! He ascends the turnbuckles…John Williams isn't moving. He looks completely out! Brian Stevens goes for the finish…he goes to an old friend. Brian Stevens launches himself off of the top rope…SPIRAL TAP! SPIRAL TAP! The front flip twisting senton splash misses it's mark as John Williams rolls out of the way! Both men are down! Ford again applies the 10 count and the crowd is going NUTS!)

HS: "John Williams moves! NO WAY! John Williams is STILL in this thing!"

FJ: "Incredible!"

(Stevens is down! He looks like he reinsured his ribs on the landing from the failed Sprial Tap…and Williams answers the 10 count at 9. Williams looks like hell. His face is puffy and swollen…but he's alive and that means he's going to fight, damn it! He brings Stevens up to his feet, very slowly, and backs him up to the ropes as soon as he's able. Williams whips Stevens, but Stevens maintains his hold on Williams' hand, pulls him in, traps him and snaps off a Shane Douglas High Angle Belly to Belly Suplex!)

FJ: "Look at the way Stevens snapped his hips on that one…jeez."

HS: "BOTH men are down again! This match…no one is willing to give a damn inch! It's astonishing to say the very least!"

(Stevens crawls over to Williams and drapes a arm over the torso of Williams. Ford counts. 1...2...NO! Williams kicks out and both men are down again!)

HS: "Chuck Ford is forced to apply yet another 10 count, Frank."

FJ: "He can do it all night, Summers. These two men? They aren't going to let a 10 count end this match. Not tonight. Maybe not ever!"

(Both men get up at 8...and both men look across the ring to see the other. Both men's chests are heaving! Both men's eyes are focused and determined! Both men get a second wind and explode center ring! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! Both men trade punches, one after the other! Hatred is at a high! The fans riot as they watch both men try to destroy the other with their fists! Williams FINALLY gets the better of it and the fans to CRAZY! Stevens is rocking! Stevens is reeling! Finally, Williams boots Stevens in the gut and hit's a Implant DDT!! Williams rushes to the turnbuckle and raises his arms high into the air before leaping and hitting a HUGE 450 splash!! Williams covers!!!)

FJ: "BIGTIME 450 Splash! Cover!!"

HS: "1...2...3...NO! INCHES AWAY was Chuck Ford's hand from a John Williams victory! Brian Stevens kicks out of a HUGE John Williams move! A move he doesn't typically bust out!"

FJ: "Brian Stevens won't loose that title without a fight, Summers! He'll die before he loses it!"

(Williams screams out to the crowd…"KTFO!" The fans start chanting…Williams stalks Stevens! Stevens looks out on his feet once he fights up to his feet. Williams winds up with the Roundhouse kick, but Stevens ducks underneath! The crowd boos as Stevens quickly catches Williams on the turn around in a Fireman's Carry! Stevens DRILLS the neck of Williams into the corner with the Krush Rush! Stevens walks Williams out and presses Williams over his head! Stevens drops Williams and himself to the mat! Stevens throws up his knees and the full body weight of Williams crashes onto the knees of Stevens! Stevens is slow to cover…but he does!)

HS: "Brian Stevens cover John Williams! 1...2...NO! Kickout by "The Icon!" Kickout by the Challenger! Brian Stevens is besides himself!"

(Stevens stands triumphant center ring. His lips spread into a sickening smile…it's time for the kill. Stevens brings his hand up to his throat and with an unnerving stall…Stevens makes a throat slitting motion! Williams gets to his feet and Stevens boots Williams in the gut!)

HS: "North Star Driver! Brian Stevens is going for the North Star Driver!"

FJ: "That's how Brian Stevens beat John Williams for the World Title a year and a half ago! Can it get the job done tonight!?"

(Stevens drapes Williams over his shoulder…but before he can hook the head, Williams squirms out and brings Stevens into a sunset flip! 1...2...NO! Stevens kicks out! Both men get to their feet and Williams charges Stevens!!! Williams looks for a Mafia kick, but Stevens moves and Williams Crothers himself on the top rope! Stevens Palm Strikes Williams over the top rope and back down to the floor! Williams crashes hard! Stevens hops up to the top rope and flies off onto John Williams with a DOUBLE STOMP to the chest! The fans "AWWWE!" the move.)

FJ: "Holy crap! Brian Stevens just Double Stomped John Williams from the top rope to the matted floor below! John Williams is DONE! I'm calling it now, damn it! HE'S DONE!"

HS: "John Williams is gasping for air! Every bit of air in his lungs just escaped his damn body! Brian Stevens is a sick, demented bastard!"

(Stevens drags Williams back up to his feet and rolls him back into the ring. Stevens slides in, hooks the leg and covers.)

HS: "1...2...NO! John Williams, by God! John Williams kicks out!"

FJ: "HOW! HOW did John Williams muster the strength to kick out after what just happened to him! Answer me! HOW!"

(Stevens is in complete shock! He can't believe his eyes! He grabs Chuck Ford by the collar backs him into the ropes, yelling obscenity after obscenity. Finally, Stevens lets go of Ford…disgusted. Stevens turns back to John Williams and gets blasted by a kick to the gut, Williams tucks the head of Stevens between his legs and…DAMN! Lights out! Lights out! That sick front flip piledriver that Williams used to beat Brian Stevens in November of 2005 for his 2nd World Title!!! Williams is down, however. Stevens, obviously…is down! BOTH MEN ARE DOWN!)

HS: "We haven't seen John Williams hit Lights Out in who knows HOW long!"

FJ: "If only he could cover Stevens…this thing would be over, Herbie."

(Both men fight to their feet and Williams is up first at the 8 count. He leaps to the rope and attempts an Asai Moonsault…but Stevens ends the attempted fallout reverse DDT as he twists and contorts both men until Stevens turns it into an ACE CRUSHER!! Williams pushes off, though! Stevens doesn't hit the move! Instead, Williams watches Stevens rebound back towards him…SPINEBUSTER! Williams stalks Stevens…it's time for the finish! John Williams is ready to finish off Stevens! Finally…Stevens is to his feet and Williams rushes at Stevens and leaps into the air…HE GOES FOR HUSH! Stevens is locked in the Triangle Choke…but he lifts Williams into the air and drops him right on his neck in a modified Gravedigger Powerbomb!)

HS: "Stevens counters HUSH! Stevens counters HUSH!"

FJ: "Stevens is lining up Williams for something…"

(Williams fights to his feet…an Stevens is right there. Stevens locks on the Front Guillotine Choke…but can't grapevine the legs as Williams rushes right into the turnbuckles before he can! INCREDIBLE! Stevens breaks the facelock! Williams quickly uses the turnbuckles to his advantage and…YES! John Williams has HUSH locked on Brian Stevens! He gets Stevens as far away from the ropes as he can…Stevens looks to be in an absurd amount of pain!)

HS: "Brian Stevens avoided Hush once…but now he's locked in! Can Brian Stevens survive Hush! Can Brian Stevens get to the ropes…they're inches away!"

(Stevens fights…Stevens claws…he's only feet away from the ropes…but he doesn't look like he can hold on. His hand is out…he's looking to tap….will he tap? NO! Brian Stevens reaches the rope! Brian Stevens reaches the rope! Williams let's go of the hold and rises to his knees. He watches Stevens stir…but he's more concerned with catching his breath. Brian Stevens gets up to his feet and John Williams follows suit…Brian Stevens, out of no where, hit's the ACE CRUSHER! Both men are down! Both men are down! A loud "WILLIAMS! WILLIAMS!" chant breaks out as both men lay motionless. Stevens turns to his stomach…he claws…he crawls. Brian Stevens covers!)

HS: "1...2...NO! OH MY GOD! John Williams just kicked out of the Ace Crusher!"

FJ: "My god…this is insane!"

(Brian Stevens screams as he brings John Williams back up to his feet…Brian Stevens drapes John Williams over his shoulder…he traps the head…NORTH STAR DRIVER! NORTH STAR DRIVER! Brian Stevens just hit one of his pet moves! Brian Stevens hooks the leg! Brian Stevens covers!)

HS: "1...2...3!!! YES! Brian Stevens! Brian Stevens! That son of a bitch did it! Brian Stevens just pinned John Williams!"

FJ: "Brian Stevens makes history! Brian Stevens pins John Williams with the North Star Driver to capture the most hallowed record in the history of the AWA! Brian Stevens is now the longest reigning AWA World Heavyweight Champion of ALL TIME!"

("Jet Black New Year" by Thursday plays over the loud speaker as Chuck Ford raises the hand of Brian Stevens center ring! Stevens tries holding back the tears of joy…but he can't. Brian Stevens tears up as Chuck Ford hands him the World Title.)

HS: "We are witnessing history here tonight! In a year the saw Barry Bonds break the all-time Homerun Record, Brian Stevens makes his own his in capturing the all-time longest Title reign in AWA history!"

(The fans all stand on their feet…even though they don't like Brian Stevens, they stand and applaud the accomplishment. They give Brian Stevens his due…they show respect. Stevens stands center ring and holds the World Title high above his head with his right arm! Pyro shoots off! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! The entire lighting rig above the ring makes this moment special. We see Sir Nathaniel Henry Lee and the Legendary Low come to the ring and the two embrace Brian Stevens in a group hug after his battle to retain his title.)

HS: "No matter if you love him or you hate him, you must respect him. Brian Stevens is, beyond a shadow of the doubt, THE legend in the making with his recent awards, his World title retention, and just being DAYS away from breaking one of the most prestigious streaks in all of the AWA and in professional wrestling."

FJ: "No doubt there, Herb. No doubt."

HS: "So for Frank Jackson, I'm Herb Summers. Good night and thanks for watching. We'll see you on Shock!"

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