(The 2007 King of the Kage image appears on the screen. We fade to the arena where we see fans rabidly screaming and cheering. We cut to Frank and Herb at ringside.)

HS: "Welcome everyone to King of the Kage 2007. I'm Herb Summers and sitting with me this evening is Frank Jackson."

FJ: "That's right. Tonight we celebrate the 8th annual King of the Kage tournament. Tonight we find out who will advance to the main event of Classic to face the AWA World Heavyweight Champion."

HS: "And our first match is starting now. Let the tournament begin! This match is a tale of old school vs. new school. It's the veteran Hall of Famer, John Williams, facing off against the relative newcomer, DooM."

FJ: "Well, if I was a betting man, and I am when I have money that I haven't gambled away, I would be betting on John Williams to win this match. I may not like him as much as DooM, but DooM was silent in the last two weeks and that's never good."

HS: "Good point there."

("Criminal" by Eminem begins to play as DooM struts out of the back. The crowd boos him all the way down to the ring. Once he reaches the ring he steps in the ropes and goes to his corner.)

HS: "As Frank pointed out earlier, DooM has been silent all week and many fans and fellow wrestlers of the AWA are doubting he will be able to get past this first round match-up."

FJ: "Normally, people would think he was training hard, but DooM has always liked to talk and him not talking doesn't make much sense."

HS: "Well, only time can tell how ready he is for this match."

(After DooM has entered the ring and his music has ceased the lights in the building go out and "Free Bird" by Lynard Skynard begins to play throughout the building causing a hush in the stands. Moments later the big screen comes to life with a shot of John Williams walking through the backstage area toward to entrance room. He is dressed in a blue and black Full Contact fighter Hoodie with the hood up covering his ICON blue Mohawk. Our camera follows him every step of the way as he walks with a very focused look on his face. We finally reach the entrance area and John walks through camera still right next to him. As John steps through onto the ramp into the spotlight that has fallen atop the ramp and the fans catch their first glimpse of him the building erupts however John's expression does not change. His walk does not change in rhythm at all as he makes his way to the ring eyes locked with the opponent within the white spotlight following him the entire way. Fans reach out and pat John on the chest and shoulders as he walks by, but, unlike what we are used to, John does not take the time to acknowledge the pats. John finally reaches the ring and uses the steps to enter where he promptly takes his corner. John then removes his hoodie and tosses it aside and once again locks eyes with DooM across the ring. John then breaks the stare for just a moment as he reaches up to his left then right and slaps the glass panes that have surrounded the ring. He then looks up to the roof that imprisons both men and a devious smile forms on his face. He then looks back to DooM and begins to bang his taped knuckles together and bounce lightly on his toes obviously anxiously anticipating the ringing of the bell.)

HS: "John Williams has been saying all week that he is going to re-invent himself and debut as a new person here tonight. Let's see if he can back those words up."

FJ: "Many of his fellow King of the Kage participants compared him to Snake this week since Snake had a similar statement, but John said he was on the right path, while Snake wasn't."

HS: "Well, this match is about to get underway. The answers to all our questions surrounding these two will be answered soon."

(Williams and DooM meet in the center of the ring, where the referee explains the rules. John stares ahead at DooM, who returns the stare. Just as they are leaving, John cracks a cocky smile. The two begin to pace around the ring as the crowd cheers for the upcoming battle. The ref calls for the bell and the match is officially underway! Williams and DooM both shoot forward to claim first blood. Williams shoots forward quicker, however, and manages to down DooM with a clothesline. DooM gets up quickly, but Williams already has him lined up for a dropkick, which connects and sends DooM into the corner. Williams wastes no time in getting to his feet and rushing into the corner, catching DooM with a high knee. DooM holds his face and stumbled forward, allowing for John to take him down with a judo takedown known as a wizzer. DooM hits the mat hard and John quickly transitions into a short armbar! DooM screams out in pain as soon as it's locked in and he immediately begins searching for the ropes.)

HS: "John Williams has a short armbar locked in on DooM and DooM is desperately trying to find the ropes."

FJ: "Williams has controlled every part of the match so far. Can DooM come back, even if he escapes this armbar?"

HS: "I've seen bigger comebacks than that, Frank. Never count anyone out until it's all over."

(DooM writhes around in pain and the ref checks if he wants to submit. DooM replies with a no and starts to shift and slide his leg over to the nearest ropes. DooM reaches the ropes with his foot and the ref tells Williams to release the hold, which he does. John allow for DooM to get to his feet as DooM holds his right arm in pain. After he gets to his feet, DooM comes forward for a tie-up with Williams. Williams gladly accepts the offer and the two go collar-and-elbow. DooM gets a headlock on Williams, but Williams is able to pop his head out and take DooM down with an instep trip. DooM falls flat on his back with Williams naturally landing on top of him thanks to the nature of the trip. Williams immediately begins throwing a flurry of punches at DooM, who turns to his stomach to try and avoid them. Mistake. Williams pounces on the opportunity and locks in an STF!)

HS: "Well, DooM made a costly mistake there, giving his back to an accomplished mixed martial arts and submission fighter."

FJ: "He broke out of John's last submission. Can he break out of this one?"

(DooM immediately begins clawing his way towards the ropes in front of him. Luckily for him, they are relatively close. After about thirty seconds in the hold, DooM reaches the ropes and Williams once again releases the hold upon the ref's command. Williams allows DooM to get up and now DooM is holding both his neck and right arm. This time, Williams is the one to press the attack as soon as DooM gets to his feet, throwing a flurry of punches to DooM's mid-section. DooM does his best to block them, but they are in an awkward position to block and as soon as DooM drops his hands to block them, Williams locks in a muay-thai clinch on DooM! Williams, using his superior muay-thai skills, is able to control DooM's movements as he brings him into the middle of the ring. Williams then begins unleashing knees and elbows and DooM is struggling to cover up while in the clinch. Eventually, after nearly a dozen strikes, DooM kicks Williams in the gut in a last ditch effort. Williams releases the clinch and doubles over and DooM takes him down in a DDT! However, DooM can't capitalize as he is too hurt at the moment.)

HS: "DooM just bought himself some time to recover, but will it be enough?"

FJ: "I don't know. That was pretty much the first real offence DooM's had this whole match against Williams. Williams won't be down for long."

(Frank is right, it seems, as Williams is getting to his feet at the same time as DooM. The two reach their feet, but Williams is the one who once again pushes the pace of the match and comes forward, ducking a clothesline attempt from DooM and hooking DooM's head for a falling reverse DDT. Williams hits the move and then gets back up, calling for the end of the match and stalking DooM from the corner behind him.)

HS: "Well, it looks like Williams is going to try and finish the match here!"

FJ: "This wasn't DooM's night. He definitely wasn't prepared for this match."

(DooM slowly gets to his feet in the center of the ring, holding his arm and head and neck and pretty much looking out of it. DooM turns to find Williams, only to find Williams's legs wrapping around his arm and head. Williams then falls down and locks on his patented triangle hold, known as Hush! DooM tries to get to the ropes, but this time Williams has DooM locked down. DooM struggles for a few moments before he gives in and taps out!)

HS: "And that's it! John Williams is moving on to the semi-finals of the King of the Kage tournament and DooM has been knocked out through a tap-out."

FJ: "No surprises here. Williams was expected to win and he did."

(The ref raises Williams's hand high in the air as "Freebird" by Lynyrd Skynyrd begins to play over the PA system.)

HS: "And now I'm being told a black limo carrying the AWA United States Champion, A.C. Smith, has just pulled into the parking lot of the arena!"

FJ: "He may as well just turn around and mosey outta here. There's NO way he beats NHL tonight, he may as well forfeit!"

HS: "FRANK!"

(We go to a view of the parking lot, and indeed, A.C. Smith steps out of a black limo that's parked near the curb. Draping his US belt on one shoulder and a black duffel bag on the other, Smith tips his driver before the limo rolls away. As he steps forward towards the door to the dressing room area, he steps back, as Mark Keller has met him in the doorway.)

MK: "Mr. Smith, may I ask a few questions?"

A.C.: (slightly irritated with the interruption) "Go ahead."

MK: "As you get set for your opening-round King of The Kage match-up against Nathaniel Henry Lee, what thoughts are going through your mind?"

A.C.: "Well, firstly, I want confirmation that this match is even taking place. I mean, NHL has barely even been sighted these past two weeks. Not like it means much to me, though. I've always said that since his personality change, he's lost all that once made him a respected AWA World Champion. Focus is just one element, Mike, as I hope to prove later on this evening."

MK: "How do you feel about your chances against the rest of the participants in this tournament?"

A.C.: "I feel pretty confident, but that's nothing new. I go into every match with the mindset that, at the top of my game, I can defeat anyone thrown in my path. It's one of the main reasons I've held off all who've tried for the AWA United States Championship for the past two and a half months, it's why I've been able to gain main-event experience this year in the AWA, and it's why I'm here right now. I'm ready, willing, and able to take on anyone in this tournament, anywhere, anyplace, and anytime."

MK: "Even..."

A.C.: (interrupting with anger in his voice) "What? Even Logan Alexander? Even Low? Even Snake? Geez, Mark, let's go through the King of The Kage combatants one by one. I might have to beat DooM!"

(A.C. folds his arms and makes a gang sign with his hands.)

A.C.: (exaggerated voice) "Whaddup, g? I'm gon' win King of The Kage. How? Well, I'm not sayin', yo! I thought I could bust a cap in Smith's ass, but I failed. I thought I'd bust a cap in The Jester's ass, but I failed, so I'm tryin' somethin' diff'rent. Peace."

A.C.: (normal voice, dropping gang signs) "And I might have to beat Snake!"

A.C.: (bites at the camera, and talks with a slight whisper) "Hi. Let's get this over with so I can bang my sister."

A.C.: (normal again) "I might have to beat John Williams! You know, the guy who basically said a John Williams we've never seen before is gonna be here tonight. The guy who hasn't won a thing besides a match against Preston Alway to GET here. Psh, I don't even need an impression, that joke writes itself.

I might have to beat The Jester!"

(A.C. unzips his duffel bag, and brings out three multi-colored balls. He sings a circus tune while juggling, eventually dropping the balls on Keller's feet.)

MK: "Hey, that hurt!"

A.C.: "So have his really bad antics this past fortnight. Once again, another joke that writes itself. I might have to defeat Logan Alexander, whose line of reasoning towards me goes as such: "I want help to face DI. But I don't want your help. I beat you last year, but you're gonna say you weren't the same guy. You outlasted Brian Stevens in Hell Bowl, but because he wasn't the same guy, it doesn't count."" The guy's a walking talking hypocrite, and he's gonna eat his words tonight."

MK: "What about Low?"

A.C.: "Ah, saving the worst for last. This is a guy who calls himself "New York's Finest." Let that resonate for a moment. Low, New York's Finest. Obviously, someone who has faked his own death, betrayed EVERY tag team partner he's ever had, groped women on national television, and said he had respect for me after verbally feeding me to the wolves on numerous occasions is much more honorable than someone who was in the line of duty for years in the NYPD and put so many criminals behind bars that there wouldn't even be room for Paris Hilton at a New York City jail.

Tonight, Low's gonna know what it truly takes to be New York's Finest, as is everyone in this building and everyone watching around the world. Tonight, I WILL kick ass, take names, attack, and keep coming. And there's not a damn thing anyone can do to stop me."

(A.C. walks offscreen.)

MK: "Well, some hard words from a hard man! Herb and Frank, back to you!"

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: "It's good to see Ortega back in action, Frank. Especially in a Street Fight like we're going to see here tonight. Anything is legal."

FJ: "…I guess. Heh, I have to say, it was quite peaceful in the ring with him gone. You see one guy jump over a rope, you see em all."

"Slowburn" by Revelation Theory plays as the Ireland flag waves on the titantron. Seamus Ochiern then enters through the curtain and walks out on stage. 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 apron, and slides underneath the bottom rope. He walks to all four sides of the ring, extending his arms above his head.

HS: "Seamus Ochiern and Orlando Ortega are facing off in what looks like it could be a classic Cruiserweight matchup. Their styles are much different, but they can both really speed things up and get interesting when it comes down to it."

FJ; "Like I said… You see one guy fly over the top---."

HS: "And here we go!"

(Seamus and Ortega lock up in the middle of the ring, however "El Diablo" is quick to duck down and slide between Ochiern's legs. Ochiern turns around and avoids a kick to the chin. Ortega lands on one knee and runs up to Ochiern, throwing his legs around his shoulders. Ochiern manages to grab Orlando's legs as soon as he jumps, pushing his arms from the inside to out and immediately tries to lock Ortega into a Boston Crab situation, however Ortega is able to grab the ropes, which are just barely in reach.)

HS: "Great ring presence."

FJ: "Or horrible ring presence on the part of Ochiern."

(Ochiern turns around and grabs his opponent as he's getting up. Ortega finds himself planted with an inverted atomic drop, Seamus throws his arms up to the crowd, receiving a mixed reaction before flying off of the ropes on the opposite corner and running at Ortega for a Clothesline. Ortega manages, however, to reverse this into a drop toehold. Ochiern sloppily hits the top rope and bounces back. As he falls, Ortega bends his knee and drives it into Ochiern's back. Ochiern hits the ropes again and Ortega slams him with a beautiful Falling Reverse DDT. "El Diablo" crawls into a quick cover with the lateral press, but Ochiern manages to kick out at the two. He sits up to regain composure. Ortega hops up to his feet and pulls Ochiern up by his head. Ochiern, however, gets a subtle thumb to his eyes and Ortega holds his face in pain. Ochiern grabs Ortega by his back and his tights, twisting around and launching him towards the turnbuckles, back-first. Ortega rests in the turnbuckles and Ochiern delivers one… two… three… four hard chops to Ortega's chest. Ochiern pushes himself up against Ortega in the corner to pin him back as he wraps his hands around his wrist and then pulls Ortega out for a clothesline to the other side of the ring. Ortega is launched to the turnbuckles, however, this time, he simply runs up each one and flips over Ortega, looking for a Moonsault type maneuver, but Seamus Ochiern is able to find salvation in the corner Ortega just left. He's caught by surprise as he sees Ortega is still standing behind him and takes him down with an uncharacteristic Clothesline.)

HS: "Well, it's not often we see Ortega get that rough on the mat with his opponent."

FJ: "Hey, Seamus isn't exactly a full wallet either. If you can do something about grounding your opponent, you're an idiot not to."

HS: "Exactly. Like we said, Seamus knows how to keep up with the Cruiserweights."

(This time, it's Ortega's time to shove Ochiern in the corner. He hits him with a few quick kicks to his ribs, six to be exact. He jumps up for a spin kick, however Ochiern simply shoves him away. Ortega lands on his knees in the ring. Seamus runs towards him and kicks him in the midsection as he gets up. Ortega stumbles away, but not enough to escape a hard Snap Suplex from Ochiern. Ochiern, however isn't through. He latches onto Ortega and rolls through to pick him up in a Suplex position, only to slam him down on his stomach in a face lock-drop type maneuver. Ortega hits the mat with a lot of impact and sits back up, clutching his ribs. Ochiern shows no mercy and runs at his opponent with a hard kick to his sternum. Ortega rolls backwards. Ochiern falls against the ropes, catching his breath once again. He walks to Orlando Ortega. The referee, whom had been checking on the fallen wrestler backs away and Seamus grabs both of Ortega's legs before falling backward and launching him through the air with a toss. Ortega flies towards the ropes and sails over the top, though is able to grab onto the top before touching the ground. Seamus seems unaware of this, thinking Ortega is put away on the outside. He taunts the crowd again, throwing his fists in the air. By the time Seamus turns around, Ortega had crawled onto the apron and ascended the top turnbuckle. He jumps through the air and twists, driving his elbow into Ochiern's neck. Ochiern falls to the mat and slides into the turnbuckles. Ortega takes note of Ochiern's position and plays to the crowd a bit, smirking.)

FJ: "He's wasting time!"

HS: "No, Frank. You know what time it is?"

FJ: "Time to disgrace the art of professional wrestling!"

HS; "YES!"

(Ortega runs across the ring and delivers the Fourth Horseman to Seamus. Seamus holds his chest as Ortega rolls out of the ring and reaches under the apron. He pulls out a few weapons, including a trash can, a trash can lid, and--- to the delight of the fans--- a table. Ortega barely gets to slide the table into the ring, because Ochiern, upon seeing it, delivers a baseball slide to the rear end of the table. It hits Ortega in the face and he stumbles back into the barricades. Fans reach out to grab and touch Ortega, however, they recoil as Seamus gets onto the apron and jumps off, kicking the table again, sandwiching Ortega between the barricade and the wood.)

HS: "Good God! Wood right in the face!"

FJ: "You know a lot about that---."

HS: "---Stop it."

FJ: "Aha."

(The table isn't broken, however Seamus doesn't bring it into the ring. Instead, he sets it up on the outside and rests it against the apron. He bends down and picks up Ortega, Irish Whipping him into the steel steps. Ortega's knees connect and he flips over the steps, landing on his back. Seamus picks up the trash can lid and stalks Ortega around, slamming it into his back. Ortega arches his back and wails out, walking along the apron. Ochiern slams it into his back again, with sickening impact. Ortega finally falls to his knees and Ochiern drives it into the back of his head. Ochiern falls onto his face on the outside. Seamus tosses the seemingly useless trash can lid aside and instead, reaches under the ring for a chair.)

FJ: "Heh… I changed my mind about this match. I'm thoroughly entertained."

HS: "For the wrong reasons, I'm sure. Oh… This is gonna be bad."

(Seamus slams the steel chair into Ortega's head, before tossing both the chair, and his opponent into the ring under the bottom rope. Seamus rolls Ortega to the center and pins him, sure that it's over. The referee slams his hand into the canvas for a one… a two… a thr--- No! Ortega earns a huge pop as he gets his shoulder up, Seamus doesn't seem frustrated by this. He stands up and walks over Ortega, to the turnbuckles. Wisely, he unties the top, releasing the padding and letting it fall to the apron. Seamus turns around and Ortega is groggily crawling to his feet. He fights back with a flurry of fists, however Seamus wisely avoids them and drives his shoulder into the side of Ortega's head. He lifts Ortega up and promptly drives him down with an inverted Chokeslam. Ortega holds his throat and kicks his legs as he lies in the center of the ring. Seamus rolls his neck and walks to the turnbuckles. He ascends to the top turnbuckle and flips backward with a Moonsault, perfectly across the ribs of Ortega. Orlando Ortega rolls to the side, the wind clearly knocked out of him and Seamus hops to his feet, proud of himself, throwing his arms up again. This time, he receives another mixed reaction, though the boos are more apparent.)

HS: "This guy just doesn't quit."

FJ: "Quit? Come on. He's got that Irish blood, Herb! He's probably too drunk to realize that he could end his career in this match right here."

HS: "There you go, stereotyping again."

FJ: "What? I'm just saying what everyone else is too afraid to have a little joke about."

HS: "You could try to call the match instead of insulting our opponents you know."

FJ: "Oh, shut up, like it's any better that you act like a little punk whenever the crowd goes wild for one particular superstar. Stop being such a baby, Herb. This is the real world, and not everything is going to go your way. Ortega is experiencing that right now. Ochiern is going back to the Boston Crab we saw in the beginning of the match. HAPPY, Herb?"

HS: "And he's got it locked in tight."

FJ: "I think I'll refer to this as the Irish Crab… Hehe."

(Focusing on the ribs that Seamus had been working on sporadically and the knees that had just been slammed against the steel stairs, Ochiern sits down on Ortega, locking him in the Boston Crab. For a few seconds, Ortega tries to crawl to the ropes, however he doesn't tap. He doesn't think about tapping. He screams out in pain and eventually reaches the bottom rope. Seamus grunts, realizing that Ortega has reached the ropes and pulls him up. He grabs Ortega for a Suplex, but receives a Low Blow for his troubles.)

FJ: "Disqualify him, ref!"

HS: "It's a street fight, Frank."

FJ: "Damn technicalities…"

(Ochiern hunches over and Ortega bounces off of the ropes, coming for what looks to be a Flying Forearm smash, however Ochiern quickly and wisely hits a Side Effect out of nowhere. Both men are down in the center of the ring and the referee begins to administer a ten-count. One… two… three… four… five… Ochiern stirs first, pulling himself up with the middle ropes. Ortega gets to his knees and pushes himself up, however his caught with a European Uppercut that stops him in his tracks. Ochiern grabs Ortega and Irish Whips him towards the exposed turnbuckle. Ortega sees the steel as opposed to the turnbuckle pad and stops, placing his hands on the ropes on either side of the turnbuckle. He jumps up as Ochiern charges him from behind and it looks like he's going for a Headscissors, but Ochiern grabs both of his legs and tosses him over the top rope. For the second time in this match, Ortega lands on the apron. Seamus swings at Ortega, and it's promptly sucked under. He tries to take his legs out, but his own legs are jumped over. Seamus goes for a punch to the gut, however Ortega arches his back, just beyond the reach of Ochiern's fist, to the point where the crowd is giggling a bit. Ochiern, frustrated, grabs Ortega to suplex him into the ring, but it's blocked. The camera pans in on the table right behind Ortega. Ochiern tries to suplex Ortega into the ring again, but it's blocked once more. Ortega then Suplexes Seamus up and over the top, however Seamus manages to land on the apron next to Ochiern. The two exchange blows on the apron and Ochiern delivers a hard punch to Ochiern's jaw. Ochiern teeters and Ortega grabs his hair and jumps from the apron, nailing a Facecrusher which sends both of them through the table.)

HS: "GOOD…"

FJ: "…GOD!"

(The crowd is on their feet and bulbs are flashing. Both of the men are dazed, lying in the heap of broken wood. A chant, filled with blasphemous expletives begins. The two men are just lying in the wood for a few more seconds, and the camera takes this rare opportunity, to look at the reactions of the fans. Some are shocked, some are excited, and a few look indifferent. A neon green sign proclaims "I came here to see tables!" Finally, the camera zooms into Ortega climbing to his feet, though doing so slowly. Ochiern begins to stir as well. Ortega picks Ochiern up and rolls him into the ring under the bottom rope. Ortega then climbs in himself. Ochiern gets to his feet, using the ropes. Ortega bends down and picks up the steel chair that Ochiern had brought into the ring.)

HS: "I think we're near the end."

FJ: "We'd better be, or these two are idiots."

(Ortega sets the table up in the middle of the ring as if he were about to sit in it. Seamus, however, jumps towards Ortega with a sudden burst of energy and punches him hard in the jaw. Ortega falls into the corner and Seamus jumps onto the middle rope and delivers punches to Ortega's face. He hits one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine… and suddenly, Ortega twists around and forces Seamus into a seated position on the top turnbuckle.)

HS: "Uh oh."

FJ: "Showing off gets you nowhere."

(Seamus looks confused and Ortega hops up onto the top rope as well. He lifts Seamus up in a standing Headscissors on the top rope and jumps backward--- driving Ochiern down onto the chair in the center of the ring in a flying Piledriver. The crowd cheers again and Ochiern rolls into the pin. One… Two… Three!)

FJ: "…Wow."

HS: "Yeah, I'm all 'OMG'!d out myself. Ortega gains the win tonight."

(COMMERCIAL BREAK.)

HS: "Ladies and Gentlemen it is time for our next King of the Kage Tournament First Round match!

FJ: "This one will be a little one sided if you ask me"

HS: "Well I didn't, so let's watch and see instead shall we?"

FJ: "Every Party has a pooper!"

HS: "Folks in this one we have two men that are no stranger to the King of the Kage Tournament, and two men that would like nothing more than to get back into the title chase."

(A soft pulsing begins through the arena and instantly the crowd begins to boo. Across the Tron with each pulse comes an image or words that seemed to be written in blood.)

(Pulse one comes with the words "Toxic Melody reunited" Across the Tron.)

(The second and third pulse come in rapid succession with the names Snake diagonal from left to right top to bottom and the second with the word Faith diagonal from right to left from bottom to top.)

(The fourth and final pulse comes with the image of Faith with her legs wrapped around Snakes waist and the two kissing over Monica's beaten and broken body.)

("Survival of the Sickest" by Saliva hits Pa system and following the words "One, two, three four" a massive Pyro goes off on the stage and when the flames die Snake and Faith are standing on the ramp way basking in the hatred spewing from the AWA fans. Snake wraps his arms around Faith who jumps and wraps her legs around his waist as another pyro explodes behind them. The two then make there way down to the ring where Snake jumps inside and Faith watches on smiling as "Survival of the Sickest" fades out.)

HS: "Snake looks like he is ready here tonight, but he couldn't have ended up with a tougher opponent here in the quarter finals."

("My Idea Of Fun" by The Stooges kicks in and the crowd gives the usually response.)

FJ: "And here comes my pick to win the whole thing Summers, I want to see you bow to our future King when he walks through that curtain!"

(Moments after the music begins, Low emerges from behind the curtain and takes in the crowd, and their typical response which Low seems to relish in. He then begins his decent toward the ring, the usual look of focus in his eyes. He reaches the ring and locks eyes with Snake while he climbs the steps and enters the ring. Low quickly takes a corner still focused firmly on Snake who returns the favor. The ref checks with both men and calls for the bell to signal the start of the match.)

HS: "And this one is under way!"

(The two men size each other up with a circle of the ring then step in to tie up, however as Snake reaches Low ducks under and Snake stumbles forward into the ropes. Snake turns around shooting Low angry stare which brings out a cocky reaction from Low who just shrugs and again the two men circle the ring, this time actually locking up. Snake quickly uses his massive size advantage to back Low into a corner. The ref moves in calling for a cleans break, which it looks like Snake is going to give, however Low has other ideas and nails Snake with a boot to the gut as he is backing out. Low then steps in and lands a series of hard chops the chest of his opponent which backs the bigger man up a step or two. Low then goes for a whip, however Snake overpowers him and reverses it, however when he goes to release the whip Low holds on and comes flying back with a boot to the midsection that doubles Snake over allowing Low to nail a DDT.)

FJ: "See Summers, Classic Low, take control and destroy."

HS: "What I see Frank is a match this is still far from over."

FJ: "Or so you think, just watch and learn!"

(Low quickly grabs the leg of his downed opponent and delivers an elbow drop to the inner thigh of Snake, then rises and follows with another, and finally a third before releasing the foot and going for a cover, the ref takes a moment to gain position before the count 1…………………2……………. Kick Out by Snake!)

HS: "Oh a near fall there, Snake got out just in time, Low almost finished this one quick."

FJ: "He would have too had that slacker of a referee not been to slow on the draw, who hired this punk?"

(Low does not even waste time with the ref he just grabs Snake and pulls him back to his feet and quickly backs him into the corner. He then fires a back elbow into the chin of Snake which rocks the bigger man and he stumbles out of the corner, where Low grabs him and tries for a suplex, but Snake is able to use his size to stop the move, then hit a Low blow which drops Low to the ground.)

HS: "Ouch, I think I felt that one all the way out here!"

FJ: "Cheater, ref, disqualification!"

(Snake takes a moment to regain his composure before making his way over to Low and pulling him to his feet. Snake quickly backs Low into the corner and delivers a series of chops which stun Low and have him slumped arms across the top ropes. Snake then takes three steps back and flies in with a vicious back elbow that drops Low to the ground. Snake looks down at his groggy opponent and again pulls him to his feet and drags him into the middle of the ring where he hoists him up and drops him with a violent sidewalk slam, which he follows up by reaching back and grabbing a leg for the pin and the ref drops for the count 1……………………..2…………………….. Kick Out)

FJ: "Oh sure, when it's Snake he is right there, something isn't right here."

HS: "Yet another Frank Jackson conspiracy theory."

FJ: "Conspiracy theory my left knee, it is obvious the ref is siding with Snake, obvious I tell ya!"

HS: "Regardless of what my partner here thinks Snake almost won this match right there."

(Snake rolls away and again pulls Low to his feet, this time backing him up into the ropes with a series of right hands, and then whips him across to the far ropes, and upon Low's return Snake drops him with a clothesline which he follows up with an elbow drop. However he does not go for a cover instead he quickly pulls Low to his feet once again, and again backs him to the ropes and whips him across the ring, Low rebounds and Snake again goes for a devastating clothesline, however Low is able to just duck. The force of the swing turns Snake around 180 degrees, and as he stops Low hits the near ropes and dives nailing Snake with a spear leaving both men down.)

HS: "What a heads up counter by Low, and both men are down."

FJ: "You say that as if you are surprised, Low has always been a genius in the ring, how could you not know that was coming…God!"

HS: "This one is anybodies ball game right now folks, it may go to whoever can get to their feet first."

(Both men struggle to get to their feet, each using the set of ropes closest to them for leverage. The ref counts and reaches a full six count before Low is able to reach his feet followed closely by Snake. The two men are both a little groggy but move toward one another. Snake swings with a wild left that Low ducks and fires back with a boot to the left leg which drops Snake down to a knee, however Low is still a little stunned and can not capitalize right away allowing Snake time to regain his footing once again. This time he swings at Low with a left, however Low is able to duck again and this time grab the arm of Snake and pin it in a chicken wing position. Low then hooks on the cross face and forces Snake down into the Low Standard.)

FJ: "LOW STANDARD SUMMERS, THIS ONE IS OVER!"

HS: "Snake looks like he is in a world of hurt, but is still struggling to get away, however it looks like Low has it locked on good, and is really leaning back, I don't know how long Snake can hold on here."

FJ: "Not very long, no one can!"

(Frank proves to be right as after a valiant struggle to get free, and fight through the pain Snake is forced to tap out giving Low the win.)

HS: "He tapped, Snake tapped, this one is over folks, and Low advances to the semi finals in the King of the Kage Tournament."

FJ: "Just like I said, when are you gonna start listening to me Summers? Get this man the crown now, it's in the bag."

HS: "He still has a long road, and some real tough competition in front of him."

(The camera now pans over to show a man's knee. It's covered with multiple scars and bruises. The camera now pans up and we see Chris Palmer standing in a dark arena. Chairs are all empty and the lights have been dimmed and Palmer is just standing in the middle of the ring. Words now roll across the screen one by one sayin "One... Last... Chance!" The scene now fades to black.)

HS: "Up next we have a match featuring a former cruiserweight Champion, and a very interesting new comer."

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

HS: "Cross looks ready as always, but what will his opponent have in store for him, this will be our first real look at this King Masa."

FJ: "From what I have heard and seen thus far, this guy spells trouble with a capital T, Cross may have bitten off a little more than he can chew accepting this challenge."

HS: "Well we will find out in just a matter of moments."

(Japan's National Anthem hits the PA and the lights go out. The Words KING MASA appear on the AWA Ameri-tron. Finally we see a red light slowly filter in the center of the ring, and all throw the aisle, we see Red circles. Finally, white lights drift into perspective. Once it makes the Japanese flag across the entrance ramp, we see Paulie Esterbo walk throw the curtains, followed by several people hoisting King Masa, as he sits on a Throne. We see two women fanning King Masa as he comes out Julius Cesar style. We see a third woman feeding King Masa grapes as they carry the massive man all the way down to the ring. We see them finally get to the ring. The women stop fanning the king. His eyes are shut as he stands up, walks over to the apron. He opens his eyes and acknowledges his manager, and looks out into the crowd who seem to be in awe as the Japanese Royalty seems to be judging them. Paulie Esterbo holds the ropes open as the King steps through them. The crowd continues to give a mixed reaction at the spectacle that is King Masa. Finally, we see a couple more girls in the ring, taking off his robe and exiting the ring. We see Paulie begin to talk to him as King Masa takes the corner opposite Cross. The ref quickly gets things going as he calls for the bell)

HS: "Here we go, we are about to find out what The King is all about, can Cross spoil the coming out party here, or will the King be triumphant?"

(The two men come together mid ring and they are about to lock up when Masa fires a chop to the neck of Cross which causes him to stumble back a few steps and he is then run over with a huge clothesline from Masa. Masa stands over the downed Cross for a moment before stomping him twice to the chest and following the stomps with a falling chop to the shoulder region. Masa then pulls Cross to a seated position and locks on a nerve hold on the neck and shoulder region of Cross which draws a pained grunt from Mark.)

HS: "Masa looking to wear Cross down with this, he has been strong early on here in his AWA debut."

(Cross eventually begins to fight the nerve hold and gets back to his feet. Once standing Masa turns the hold into a side headlock, however that is quickly broken by a series of elbows to the midsection from Cross, who once free takes off to the ropes and hits then upon return goes for a clothesline which is ducked by Masa, and followed up with a violent super kick which flattens Cross, and Masa quickly drops onto him hooking the leg for the cover 1………………………2……………. Kick Out)

HS: "Oh, Cross just got a shoulder up."

FJ: "Did you hear that kick Summers, his head nearly landed in our lap."

HS: "This man has impressed so far, but finishing a guy like Mark Cross is easier said than done."

(After the near fall Masa says something to the ref in Japanese then goes back to work pulling Cross back to his feet and nailing him with series of chops which cause Cross to stumble back a step or two. Masa then scoops Cross up in a body slam like position and begins to carry him toward the corner, however Cross uses the extra time in the carrying to slip off the back and quickly force Masa into the corner chest first which stuns the big man. Masa then stumbles backward out of the corner and Cross hits the near ropes catching the back pedaling Masa with a clothesline that drops the big man.)

HS: "A veteran move there from Cross, now can he capitalize while the big man is stunned."

(Cross is quickly on Masa dropping two quick elbows then pulling him back to a vertical basis and delivering three solid European uppercuts that track Masa back into the corner where Cross fires off a quick five punch combo followed up by a step up inziguri using the middle rope, and Masa tumbles to the ground where Cross quickly hooks a leg and covers 1…………………..2……………………. Kick Out)

HS: "Near fall for Cross there, he needs to stay on this monster, and keep him down."

FJ: "Sounds like a solid strategy, but Masa will be back, something tells me."

HS: "Well, Cross looks like he will be ready should that happen."

(After the near fall Cross quickly gets to his feet pulling Masa into a seated position as he does, and then proceeds to unload a series of kicks to the back on the big newcomer. Cross then hits the ropes and delivers a snap mare that takes its toll and again Cross covers 1……………………….2…………………………… Kick out)

HS: "Another near fall there, Masa needs to do something to stop Cross' momentum here, or his debut could be stopped in a real hurry."

FJ: "OUCH, you mean something like that?"

(The ouch that Frank is referring to is a throat thrust that Masa just delivered to Cross as he dropped to a knee and attempted to pull Masa back to his feet. Cross stumbles back a few steps which allows Masa to regain his feet. Cross moves back in but takes a chop in the process, once that sends an painful echo through the building, and draws an eeewwww reaction from the crowd. Masa follows up by grabbing Cross and delivering a knee to the midsection which doubles Mark over and allows Masa to deliver an elbow to the back of the head which puts Cross down.)

HS: "And folks that is how quickly things can change here in the AWA."

(After taking Cross down Masa heads off to quickly discuss strategy with Paulie in the corner. Paulie send Masa back out and he quickly goes for a running senton splash that misses its mark as Cross rolls aside at the last minute, this leaving both men down. Cross moves to get to his feet and is quickly up and making his way to Masa who is also now up to a knee. Cross helps Masa the rest of the way up and levels him with a right hand then whips him to the ropes, catching him with a drop kick on his return. Cross then quickly springs to his feet and drops a couple of well placed elbows that take their toll on Masa. Cross then rolls for a cover 1……………………..2………………….. Kick Out)

HS: "Two and a half, Cross came so close, but this match continues!"

FJ: "Mark Cross has looked good this week, better than he has looked in a while."

HS: "He has always been steady Frank, he is a former champion here in the AWA after all."

FJ: "But he is beating up a King Summers, that takes talent."

(After the near fall Cross pulls Masa back to his feet and is about to hit him with a right hand when Masa explodes with a thrust to the throat followed by two solid right hands and a couple of chops that back Cross up into the ropes. Masa then whips Mark across the ring into the far ropes and upon his return goes for a big foot that Cross ducks. Cross then hits the near ropes and as he comes off he catches a turning Masa with his Behind the Line spear tackle.)

HS: "What a tackle, he just floored the much bigger King Masa with that violent spear tackle like move that he calls Behind the Line."

FJ: "I think Masa might be out here Summers!"

HS: "You might be right Frank cover by Cross 1..."

FJ: "2..."

FJ&HS: "3!!!!

HS: "Three count, Cross wins, Cross wins."

FJ: "The King is not going to be happy with this result, and I am sure he will have a few words for Mr. Cross at a later date."

HS: "Well it will have to wait, because Mark is leaving the ring area with the victory tonight. We'll be right back."

(COMMERCIAL BREAK.)

("Falling Down" starts to play throughout the arena. Several moments later Logan walks out from the entryway. He pauses near the top of the entrance ramp and then spreads his arms wide, displaying the Cruiserweight championship belt around his waist. He basks in the cheers of the crowd before walking down the entrance ramp to the ring, slapping the hands of fans along the way. He climbs the ring steps and enters the ring between the top and middle ropes. He walks to the far corner and climbs up to the second turnbuckle. He holds both hands up and encourages the crowd to cheer. He drops back down to the mat and walks around the ring. He takes off his sunglasses, puts them in his jacket pocket, then removes his jacket and drops it to the outside of the ring. He removes the Cruiserweight championship belt and hands it over to the referee, then walks over to a corner away from the stage entrance and leans back in the corner, while awaiting his opponent.)

FJ: "Think Logan may be out of his league here, Herb?"

HS: "Why would you say that? He's a very accomplished wrestler and the Cruiserweight champion."

FJ: "I think he might be… Outnumbered."

HS: "You could have a point there."

FJ: "Might be screwed."

HS: "I get it."

FJ: "Hard."

HS: "Erm…"

FJ: "With no Vaseline, Herb. Do you understa---."

HS: "Oh look!"

(The lights suddenly go out 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 steps out of the back with his fists clenched tightly, the bells on his jester hat jingling with The Jester's hard steps. The Jester stops in the center of the stage and lets out a primal roar, pounding his chest like King Kong for a few moments. His No Limits Title belt is displayed around his waist. The fans recognize the personality to be Elias and a mixed reaction is heard all around the arena.)

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. Elias looks all around the crowd, shaking his head and shouting loudly at everyone around him. Once his encompassing glance reaches the ring, he lets out a heavy breath and starts to walk down the ramp. Most of the crowd boos, but some fans of Elias's all-out offensive style cheer him on.)

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 Elias heads down the ramp, he doesn't take his eyes off the ring. Elias seemingly pumps himself up with his own talk as he heads down, not paying attention to his fans or haters in the crowd. Seemingly random shaking of his head causes the bells on Elias's jester hat to jingle in random bursts. 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, Elias reaches the ring and leaps up onto the ring apron and steps in through the ropes with authority. Elias heads quickly to the nearest corner and rushes up it, once again letting out a primal roar and pounding his chest.)

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, Elias breathing heavily on the turnbuckle. Elias takes off his jester hat and tosses it straight down to the ground before turning and hopping down to the ring. He takes off his No Limits Title belt and looks into it for a few moments before shoving it into the referee's hands.)

HS: "And we're underway!"

(As soon as Logan walks to meet Jester in the center of the ring, he is caught with a hard left hook in the jaw. Logan promptly falls against the ropes.)

FJ: "…Oooh."

HS: "Ouch."

FJ: "Elias, eh?"

HS: "Yup."

FJ: "Sucks for Logan."

(Logan regains composure, taking a swing at Elias, but it's promptly sidestepped. Elias drives his elbow into Logan's spine, just under his neck. Logan falls to his knees against the ropes, his throat resting on the middle. Elias drives his knee into Logan 's upper back and the referee counts after seeing that Elias was intentionally choking LA out. After a count of four, Elias lets go and pulls Logan way from the ropes, only to drop him with a Back Suplex. Elias rolls on top of Logan, presumably for a cover, however instead, he delivers a straight punch to his chest. Logan howls out and then is met with furious closed fists and open slaps by Elias. The referee once again counts to four. Elias jumps to his feet and glares at the referee as he warns him about closed fists. As he does this, Logan reaches up behind Elias and rolls him into a Schoolboy roll-up pin.)

HS: "Here we go!"

FJ: "One… two… No! A kickout. I thought he had him."

(Logan and Jester return to their feet at the same time. Elias throws a punch at Logan, however it is blocked and countered with a quick Irish Whip across the ring. Elias bounces off the ropes and goes for a Clothesline, which Logan swiftly ducks under. Elias grabs Logan by each side of his neck, however Logan is prepared for such an action and drops down into an inverted Jawbreaker. Elias staggers back to the turnbuckles, grabbing at his mouth and face area. Logan takes advantage and runs at him in the ropes, driving his knee into his midsection. Elias hunches over and allows Logan to drop him with a double-arm DDT. Elias bounces off of the mat and Logan sits down, catching his breath for a moment before getting up.)

HS: " Logan found his groove almost as quickly as the Jester took him down."

FJ: "I have to give him a little bit of credit. He knows what to do in the ring, and he knows how to use his opponent's own momentum against him. Betraying Low? Retarded. The hurtin' he's putting on Jes--- ahem--- Elias, right now? Niiice."

HS: "And now both men are up to their feet."

(Elias punches Logan hard in his midsection and then goes for a Big Boot. Logan manages to move away and Elias finds his leg hung up on the top rope. Logan takes advantage with a dropkick to the small of Jester's back. Elias falls awkwardly through the top and middle rope, his leg bending back a bit, and lands hard on the outside. The referee begins to administer a ten count while Jester tries to regain composure. Logan moves back and forth around the ring, rubbing his side just a bit, muttering something. The referee reaches a count of six before Jester gets to his feed and slides back into the ring.)

HS: "And Jester is still in this!"

(Logan runs to attack Jester, however Jester simply slaps both of Logan's outstretched hands. Logan blinks, looking confused for a minute. He turns and looks at the referee, as if looking for help.)

FJ: "Uh…?"

HS: "Sam?"

FJ: "…This is ridiculous."

(Logan turns around again, but is met with a Headscissors Takedown by Sam out of nowhere. Logan is slammed onto his back from the move and Sam covers him with a hook to the leg. Logan kicks out just after the one and rolls up to one knee, glaring at Sam. Sam laughs a bit and then shrugs, slowly climbing to his feet. Sam then motions for Logan to lock up with him in the center of the ring. After slight hesitation, Logan does so. Sam tries to squirm away, however Logan drops down and slams him over in a side headlock takedown. He wrenches his neck a bit and grapevines his legs around Sam's body, adding a lot of pressure. Sam's head is now forced between Logan's arms and the mat and his body is twisted in a totally different direction. He tries to shake his way out of it, however Logan doesn't loosen the hold. Seconds pass… and almost twenty-five seconds before Logan screams "ask him!" and the referee does so, holding up Sam's arm as his eyes close. It drops once. The referee holds it and lets it drop a second time. Before it drops a third time, Sam's arm shoots up and he drives his elbow into Logan's nose. It only takes once to for Logan to let go of his neck. He holds his nose with his hand and Sam slides out from between his legs. As soon as he gets up, he delivers a front dropkick to Logan's face. He drops down for a pin. Logan kicks out just after the two. Sam runs off of the ropes, preparing to come at Logan again, but Logan hops to his feet and tosses Sam over his head and under the bottom rope with a Belly to Belly Suplex.)

HS: "My god! Did you hear that impact?"

FJ: "Everyone in the arena did. That was intense. Is Logan busted open?"

HS: "It looks like he has a bloody nose. The elbow and the dropkick must have did it for him."

(Sam crawls back up to the apron. Logan bounces off of the ropes and then runs at Sam for an inverted shoulder block. Sam manages to jump over the top rope and over Logan. Logan turns around, preparing to catch him with a right hand, but Sam nails a Hurricanrana. Logan lands on his back again and Sam runs off of the ropes once more before nailing a perfect Rolling Thunder and lying on Logan, hooking one leg for the cover. The referee counts a one… two… thr--- No! Logan kicks out right before the three. Sam looks a little flustered, but not upset. He just rolls his eyes at Logan and… Gives him a Wet Willy, to the delight of the crowd.)

HS: "Hahaha."

FJ: "This is a disgrace to the AWA, Herb."

HS: "He's only having fun, Frank."

(Logan doesn't take kindly to the unorthodox "move" and clotheslines Sam as soon as he gets up. He bends down to grab him, however Sam rolls away from Logan, smirking. He then poses as if he were a tiger and shakes his head. Logan runs at Sam again, yet Sam rolls away from him. Logan, fed up, delivers a kick to Sam's back. Sam arches his back in pain and Logan forces him up. He manages to bend Sam back into what appears to be a Tombstone Piledriver, however he is dropped as if it were a regular Piledriver. Sam clutches his head and groans. Logan covers Sam. One… two… Kickout by Sam! Logan doesn't get frustrated, but backs up in the corner, prepared.)

HS: "What's in store for Sam?"

FJ: "I wish I knew."

(Jester gets up and Logan runs at him for a Spinning Heel Kick. The Jester grabs Logan, however and slams him on the mat, folding him like an accordion. The smirk indicates that we may be seeing Robert, however, we barely get the chance to tell, because as soon as Logan hits the mat, Robert snatches him right back up and whips him off of the ropes. Logan comes back and--- out of nowhere--- nails the Chaotic Collision. Robert is slammed into the mat with unbearable force. Logan rolls over Robert, coughing and hooks both legs. One… two… three! The bell sounds.)

HS: "Where did that come from?"

FJ: "I wish I… Er… I mean, wow."

(Logan grabs his title and exits the ring, though taunting the crowd a bit as he walks up the ramp. Robert groans and glares at Logan from the center of the ring, shaking his head, muttering.)

HS: "Don't go anywhere, we'll be right back."

(COMMERCIAL BREAK.)

("Stronger" by Kanye West plays and Evan Heir walks down to the AWA ring. He has a microphone in hand already and Maria is not by his side. The crowd cheers loudly for the former Cruiserweight champion as he slides into the ring and throws his signature "V" symbol into the air. The music dies down and Evan paces around the ring, already in his wrestling gear.)

HS: "Evan looks prepared. New theme, new ring attire--."

FJ: "Mmhmm, it's shiny."

HS: "...Yup."

(Evan raises the microphone to his lips.)

HEIR: "Tonight, I'm going to be competing in an 'I Quit' match with Jason Storm. Storm and I, as you all know have quite a history here in our short three months in the AWA. Allow me to hit you guys with a timeline..."

FJ: "Damnit!"

HS: "What?"

FJ: "I knew we were gonna get some bull. Disgusting."

HEIR: "Jason Storm and I both signed contracts with the AWA on the same day, we both debuted in the same match, we lost this match, and we went on the next week into singles competition. Jason Storm proved to be the victor. Three weeks later, Jason Storm after obtaining the Cruiserweight championship, defended it in a three-way match against Cross and I at No More Drama. Jason Storm snuck a pin in after a high-impact move of my own, and the two of us were co-cruiserweight champions. I began a winning streak, even picking up a victory over Storm himself, and he's been on a downward spiral ever since. Soon, Storm will have turned to a life of sex, lies, alcohol, and drugs. He'll have a True Hollywood Story and everything, oh, please believe it."

FJ: "The little bastard."

HS: "Haha, seems like Evan has Storm's entire life planned out."

HEIR: "Three weeks ago in a three-falls match, Jason Storm screwed me out of my Cruiserweight championship. Rewind the footage, pause it and zoom in if you have to, but we all know what really went down in that ring on Sunday Night Shock, 21 nights ago. But no, I'm not gonna cry about it like Storm would. I'm not gonna bitch about it like Storm always does. I'm going to take this one on the chin and say one... thing..."

(Heir leans over the ropes and looks into the nearest camera, which then zooms in on him.)

HEIR: "No matter how much crap was thrown my way, Storm, and no matter how many predicaments I've found myself in, I never gave up. I never said 'I quit' and put my things on the shelf. I never dropped the ball and said 'screw all this, it's too hard'. You've wanted me to. You admitted you wanted to end my career to keep me out of your hair, but it doesn't work that way Storm. For the past three months, I've never been a quitter. I've never given up... And tonight's not going to be any different. Because after tonight, when you utter those two horrible words into the microphone and walk back up the ramp with a limp and a crimson mask, I'll have one goal."

(Heir walks to the center of the ring again and takes a deep breath.)

HEIR: "I will go back after you, Logan Alexander, and I will make sure that the Cruiserweight championship is wrapped right back around my waist. Please... believe it."

(Heir's music hits once more, Heir still staring into the camera, though he'd backed away a considerable amount. Heir drops the microphone and rolls out of the ring. He hops over the barracade and walks through the crowd, who all reach out to pat him on the back or even make skin contact with the wrestler. The camera then pans back to Herb and Frank.)

FJ: "Oh man. This next match is going to be a full-blown melee!"

HS: "Right you are. The battle royale is starting momentarily. The rules are simple, eliminate your opponent via pin or submission until one man stands tall. They also get a shot at a title that's STILL a mystery! WHAT IS IT?? TELL US GRAY! TELL US NANCY!"

FJ: "And those are the only rules! Ha ha!"

HS: "We already have some of the combatants standing in the ring, so let's go to the stage!"

(Hype, Eidolon and John Laramie stand at opposing ends of the ring, staring at each other. The referee stands in the middle of the ring, making sure that no one attacks before the bell.)

HS: "The other half of The Hung Jury is making his way to the ring."

("Paper Cut" by Linkin Park plays with the lights dimmed, the beat begins to pick up and a huge explosion takes place on the top of the ramp as two flames come shooting from the floor. Out steps John Laramie, with his black tights on, single strapped over his right shoulder. Beside him, his partner, Myles Long has a grey hooded sweat shirt on with the Hung Jury logo on the back, black sunglasses and his black tights on. Behind them, Mr. Biggs follows with black suit on, blue tooth in his ear, and shouting at fans for trying to touch one of his athletes.)

FJ: "Here comes one of the new guys here in the AWA, Sean Reynolds."

("Smooth Criminal" By Alien Ant Farm begins to play as Blue and Silver spots play across the entrance. Sean steps from the back as the roar of the crowd washes over him. He smiles as he raises one arm in the air his hand a fist. As he raises his arm, blue spark, confetti curtain rains down behind him. He then makes his way to the ring high fiving fans along the way. Sliding under the ropes, he climbs the turnbuckle and forms an X across his chest with his arms.)

HS: "And now the mythical Quade deSade makes his entrance felt."

(The darkness speaks.)

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

(The voice repeats its words as a silhouette rises on the screen;
an unseen flame lights An emotionless face, eyes closed, breathless.
Her voice then speaks without neither her eyes nor mouth opening.)

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

(The screen above the burns with one name.)

(QUADE DESADE)

(Quade staggers down the ramp towards the ring oblivious to the calls of the people on either side of him. His face seems a grim freeze of pain; his body marked and scarred from more than just his confinement within the Iron Maiden. Taking the steps slowly he takes a moment as if to catch his breath and then to look back up the ramp to the empty entrance where the Iron Maiden should be standing, Quade stalls for just a moment longer before entering the ring.)

FJ: "Awesome, another psycho in Draven Shadows walks down to the ring."

("My Curse" by Killswitch Engage hits the PA as a cloak hooded man comes out from the back. In his hand is a Grim Reaper's scythe. He begins his decent to the ring. He stops at the start of the ring area and removes his hood to reveal himself as Draven Shadows. Draven climbs into the ring and sets the sycthe in his corner. He then takes off the cloak to reveal his ring attire of nothing more then his black shirt, black jeans, his big gothic boots, and his sweatband on his bicep with the letters "CB" on it, underneath. He then takes his scythe and cloak and hands it to a tech guy as he begins to get ready for his match.)

HS: "And with no further delay, let's get this barn-burner started!"

FJ: "And yet another saying of good ole JR stolen by our very own Hank Smith!"

(The referee rings the bell as Draven and Quade immediately go after Eidolon and Laramie. Both pound away at each man showing no mercy. Meanwhile, Long and Reynolds team up on Hype, working him over near the corner. Draven drags Laramie to the middle of the ring and hits a spiked half-nelson! Quade grabs Eidolon in a full-nelson position and climbs to the second turnbuckle! Within seconds, Eidolon taps as Quade tightens the hold and refuses to let go even after Eidolon has been eliminated. Draven walks over to Laramie and puts his boot on Laramie's chest and gets the 3-count. Quade releases his hold on Eidolon. Long turns on Reynolds after some good team work and clotheslines him to the ground. Hype runs at Long, but Long drops and hits a quick drop-toe hold. Hype's head slams to the ground as Long gets to his feet quickly. Long grabs Hype's feet and locks in a figure-four leg-lock! Hype refuses to tap, but finally does!)

HS: "Within a minute of this match starting, three men have been eliminated!"

FJ: "So much for the advantage of The Hung Jury being together. That scenario just went out the window."

HS: "But I can guarantee, things will be picking up here!"

(Draven goes after Reynolds, who is getting to his feet slowly. Draven pushes Reynolds into the corner and goes to work on his mid-section with some heavy body punches. Long walks over to Quade, as does Quade to Long. Both men lock up with Long getting a quick strength advantage pushing Quade into the ropes. Long kicks Quade in the gut, and hits a quick uppercut for good measure. Draven backs up a bit and runs at Reynolds. Draven attempts a body splash, but Reynolds quickly moves out of the way and Draven's head bounces off the turnbuckle. Reynolds starts laying forearms into the back of Draven, as Draven drops to a knee. Quade gives a thumb to the eye of Long and Long staggers away. Long turns back around and is met by a heart punch by Quade which sends Long to the ground clenching his chest. Quade drops a knee onto the head of Long, and then places his knee on Long's temple, putting pressure. Quade then grabs Long's arm and starts trying to pull the shoulder out of the socket. Long screams in pain as Quade keeps pulling and pulling. Draven stands back up as Reyonlds tries to kick out his knee, viciously. Draven backhands Reynolds in the jaw and Reynolds falls to the ground. Draven whips around and picks up and throws him shoulder first into the ring post. Quade releases his hold on Long and stands up. Draven and Quade's eyes meet and a staredown ensues. Long crawls away to the corner and Reynolds rests in the opposite corner clutching his shoulder. Draven and Quade walk towards each other and come face-to-face. Draven looks down at Quade as Quade looks up at Draven.)

FJ: "Oh my god."

HS: "This isn't gonna be pretty, folks."

(Draven, without hesitation, grabs Quade by the waist and squeezes Quade in a bear hug. Quade desperately tries to break the hold, pounding at the temples of Draven. Quade tries to rake the eyes of Draven, but Draven stands strong. Quade finally takes his hands and wraps them around the neck of Draven, choking him while he himself is having the life squeezed out of him. Reynolds staggers to his feet and walks around Draven and Quade over to Long. Long is sitting in the corner, as Reynolds comes over and starts stomping a mudhole into him. Reynolds then picks up Long and sets him up near the ropes by placing his head between his legs. Reynolds goes for the flip-piledriver, but Long drops to his knees and traps Reynolds underneath him, shoulders down! Only a two count. Long rolls backwards off of Reynolds and in a flash locks in the figure-four leg-lock. Reynolds writhes in pain and he tries to fight it. Reynolds grabs the ropes and pulls himself to the outside, but is dangling over the apron as Long tightens the hold! Reynolds grunts and gasps as he finally squirms out and falls to the arena floor. Draven squeezes and squeezes with all his might as Quade slowly releases the choke hold, having no energy to keep choking Draven. Long goes to the ropes and Reynolds gets to his feet. Before Long could springboard himself, Reynolds jumps on the apron. grabs Long's neck and drops to the ground as Long's throat bounces off the ropes. Reynolds slides back into the ring as Long turns back around. Reynolds places Long's head between his legs and hits a flip piledriver! Reynolds goes for the cover and gets the 3-count. Draven releases his hold on Quade as Reynolds rises to his feet. Reynolds raises his arms in the air and turns around. Draven grabs Reynolds arms and throws him to the floor and locks in a crossface! Reynolds fights and fights, but finally gives in and pounds his hand on the mat.)

HS: "And with that we are down to two men! And no surprise that it is these two guys!"

FJ: "Hide the children and say your Hail Mary's ladies and gentlemen, cause Hell is about to freeze over!"

(Draven gets to his feet and walks over to a prone Quade. Draven bends down to pick up Quade and Quade rolls him up into a small package! Only a 2-count. Quade gets to his feet first and literally punts Draven in his stomach. Draven drops to the ground, holding his mid-section as Quade lays punches into his kidney region. Draven gets to his knees as Quade backs into the ropes. Draven gets up and turns around and is met by a huge spear! Quade goes for the cover and only gets a 2-count again. Quade is beside himself as he locks in a dragon sleeper. Draven drags his feet close to him and uses his leg strength to lift him and Quade up. Quade still has the dragon sleeper locked in, and Draven's back is being bent to the extreme. Draven then wraps his arms around Quade and, with all his might, picks him up. Quade is draped over Draven's shoulder as Draven drops to his knees and hits a bone-breaking over-the-shoulder stomach crusher. Quade bounces off Draven's shoulder and to the canvas. Draven hooks the leg, but only gets a 2-count. Draven rises to his knees and looks at the referee. Draven grabs Quade's head and picks him up. Draven goes for a clothesline, but Quade ducks. Quade quickly turns around, drops to his knees, and low blows Draven. Quade then rolls up Draven, and places his feet on the ropes for leverage! The ref counts to 3, and Quade deSade wins!)

HS: "Once again, Quade gets the better of Draven, and their brutal feud is sure to continue!"

FJ: "Undoubtedly the best feud in the AWA, so I hope it continues forever!"

HS: "The best?"

FJ: "Best, bloodiest, same difference."

HS: "Regardless, Quade is your winner here tonight, and he's earned himself a shot at a title to be named! So Frank, coming up nex-"

(Suddenly all the lights in the arena go dead and a light murmur circulates through the crowd as they wonder what's going on.)

FJ: "Did someone forget to pay the electricity bill?"

(‘Inject the Venom' by AC/DC starts to play over the sound system and red and green lights start to flash throughout the arena. Then, just as suddenly as the lights were cut they flash back on and a man in standing in the middle of the ring with a microphone in hand.)

FJ: "Who does he think he is, interrupting us like this?"

HS: "I'm sure we're about to find out who he thinks he is, and who he actually is for that matter."

MAN: "Right now I bet everyone in this building is wondering just who I might be. Actually, a lot of the guys backstage are probably wondering why security hasn't bounced me yet. For all you who are sitting backstage thinking I'm not worth your time though, I'd suggest you get comfortable back there and listen up for just a minute."

(He pauses for a moment and looks around at the crowd, which is mostly silent at the moment.)

MAN: "First off, hello St. Louis!"

(The crowd cheers as he recognizes their home town.)

MAN: "Now to answer some of your questions, the name's Ian Jones and I'm from jolly ole' England, and yes, I've managed to find my way from across the pond and into this great federation: the AWA. Now, while I might be new here, hell I haven't even had a match yet, I just want to let everyone around know that I'm here and I'm here to make an impact. I'm know I'm going to have to prove myself here before anyone believes what I say but trust me on this one, that's not going to take very long. I've fought hard to get where I am today, and while it's almost like a dream being a part of the AWA that dream isn't going to be complete until I'm on top of this federation. If anyone around here doubts me, that's fine, go ahead and think that I'm just another passer by who doesn't stand a chance around here. I'm going to shake things up around here though, whether you like it or not. I'm here to make a name in this business and I'm going to do just that, whether I have people backing m! e or if I have to do it all on my own. I've gone against the odds since day one to get here and I'm going to keep fighting the odds until I'm on top, and if you don't believe me just try and stop me!"

(Ian's music hits again as he drops the microphone then rolls out of the ring and makes his way up the ramp. He stops at the top and looks out at the crowd before finally turning and walking out of view.)

HS: "Right now we're going into our next King of the Kage opening round match. The winner of this match will face off against Logan Alexander in the semi finals."

(The house lights dim as white lights strobe as the beginning of "Am I Evil?" blares throughout the arena.)

FJ: "Here's comes our first competitor and eventually winner of this match… Sir Nathaniel Henry Lee!"

HS: "Getting a little ahead of yourself, aren't you?"

FJ: "Of course not. This match was decided the moment Sir Henry qualified to take part in it."

(After a few seconds, red begins to strobe as NHL walks out from the back curtain with one of the Tag Team championship belts around his waist. 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.)

FJ: "These people need to show some respect for this man! He is a knight after all, not to mention a former World champion, United States champion, two time Tag champion with the two greatest partners anyone could ever have and the founder of the greatest force in professional wrestling, Damage Inc!"

HS: "Are you through?"

FJ: "Just let me catch my breath…"

(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.)

FJ: "He is ready. In a few minutes, we'll be one step closer to an all Damage Inc King of the Kage finals!"

(He reaches behind himself and unfastens the Tag Team championship belt and hands it over to the referee. The lights remain dimmed as "Keep on Rockin' in the Free World" plays through the arena and the crowd starts cheering wildly.)

HS: "And here comes his opponent the reigning United States champion, A.C. Smith!"

FJ: "Don't sing his praises Herb. No one wants to hear that kind of stuff before a match."

(Smith struts out through the entryway in his ring attire with the United States championship belt around his waist. He stops near the top of the entrance ramp, just in front of the fireworks that now go off behind him. The crowd continues cheering and chanting "A.C.!" over and over, but Smith doesn't seem to notice them as his gaze is locked on the form of Nathaniel Henry Lee standing in the middle of the ring.)

HS: "That is a look of intensity! Since he stepped out from the back, A.C. Smith has had his focus on only one thing… Nathaniel Henry Lee."

FJ: "Well… if a look of intensity actually translated into wrestling success, Smith might have a chance here."

(Smith makes his way down the ramp, continuing to ignore the chants of the crowd around him. He climbs the ring steps and steps between the ropes. He keeps his eyes on Henry but Henry stays where he is for the moment and keeps watching Smith in return. Smith reaches down and removes the United States championship belt from his waist and hands it over to the referee. The referee hands it over to the timekeeper and signals for the bell.)

HS: "And this one is under way."

FJ: "For those of us just joining the broadcast, welcome to the public execution of A.C. Smith at the hands of Sir Nathaniel Henry Lee."

HS: "You seem very sure of that."

FJ: "How can I not be? It's Sir Henry. I even put a grand down on him winning this one."

(Henry starts the match by walking over the referee and starts mouthing off to him and pointing over at Smith. The referee isn't sure what to do, and Smith doesn't look very impressed at all. Henry just keeps harassing the official.)

HS: "What has gotten Henry so worked up?"

FJ: "Probably doesn't like the way that commoner A.C. Smith isn't showing him any respect here. He's giving the ref a chance to set Smith straight before he has to do it himself… and Smith wouldn't want that at all."

(Henry carries on then turns around to face Smith and has his head almost knocked off by a running big boot from Smith. Smith quickly drops into a cover hooking both of Henry's legs. 1…2…3! The ref signals for the bell.)

HS: "It over!"

FJ: "NO [censored] WAY!!"

HS: "Frank!"

(The crowd erupts in a huge ovation for Smith as he quickly rolls out of the ring as "Keep on Rockin' in the Free World" starts playing. Henry sits up, his eyes wide in disbelief. The referee quickly exits the ring, retrieves Smith's championship belt and then raises Smith's arm in victory. Henry gets to his feet and starts yelling at Smith from inside the ring as Smith backs up the entrance ramp a smug smile on his face. He holds up one hand raising one, two, then three fingers in succession and then waves goodbye to the furious Henry still inside the ring.)

HS: "A.C. Smith is moving on to face Logan Alexander in the semi finals and he is going to be fresh for that match, which will be a huge advantage for him."

FJ: Hey… uh Herb…"

HS: "Yes?"

FJ: "Do you have a thousand dollars I can borrow?"

(Henry is still inside the ring kicking the ropes and cursing up a storm as the scene cuts away.)

(As the fans wait in anticipation for the next match up, the AmeriTron begins to flash. Suddenly, the fans are treated to a mid-show commercial hyping AWA's newest DVD, Curtain Jerkers: the very best and worst of AWA's most infamous jobbers. Footage is shown from the most historical and hysterical matches featuring the likes of Suavio Mega, Crappy Jack, Jimmy and Chairy, M-Tank, Brute, Lady Ashe, and many, many, more. The fans share a raucous laugh when they suddenly realize that 'Dark Warrior' Jeff Christianson and the 'Crestside Monster' Jai Williams, two former tag champions turned bitter enemies, are squaring off in the ring, without much pomp and circumstance.)

FJ: "Hey, where did they come from?"

HS: "I don't know, Frank! But it looks like our next match-up is ready to begin!"

(The contained chaos in the ring is suddenly interrupted by 'L.A. Blues' by the Stooges and everyone's favorite lovable monster comes storming to the ring, ironically wearing an AWA Curtain Jerkers DVD promotional tee shirt. The six foot ten inch behemoth charges into the ring to assault the hall of famer Christianson and multiple championship winner Williams. For the first time in months, the two look to team up to fend off the beast, only to be simultaneously leveled by a brutal double clothesline from the Squasher. Williams staggers on the ground a bit while Christianson immediately hits his feet to counter attack, only to be kicked in the stomach and lifted high up into the air in a gorilla press. Jai lunges from off the mat, charging full steam at the man, hoping to take out two birds with one stone, but the Squasher simply lifts his right leg into the air, still holding Christianson high in an impressive display of power, and nearly decapitates Jai with a big boot. He then proceeds to nonchalantly complete his attempt of a gorilla press slam on Christianson. The Squasher roars mightily, signaling for his loyal followers that it is now time to completely eradicate his victims with his finisher, a mighty last ride power bomb. Christianson is the first one to stagger to his feet in a daze, and thusly, he's the first one to suffer the brutal maneuver. The impact of the power bomb renders him instantly unconscious. Jai doesn't get up on his own, still in a daze from having lost his head, so the Squasher picks him up off of the mat by the scruff of his neck. The Crestside Monster soon becomes the Matside Peon, as he lays flat on his back, out cold, staring at the blurry lights above him. The Squasher doesn't even waste his time with a pin, as the referee is already ringing the bell, scoring a double TKO for the Squasher and keeping his impressive undefeated streak alive.)

FJ: "Who knew?"

HS: "I think a lot of people had an idea when they saw that these two, despite their history, did little to NO pReParING for this match up."

FJ: "Christianson is a hall of fame member, he'll be back!"

HS: "What about Jai?"

FJ: "Who?"

HS: "Nevermind."

(COMMERCIAL BREAK.)

HS: "And now it's time for the semi-final bout in the King of the Kage tournament between John Williams and the defending King of the Kage, Low. This one should be a doozie, folks!"

FJ: "Low's going to take down Williams and his Johnny-Come-Lately MMA style."

HS: "That is the opinion of some. I happen to believe Williams has a pretty good chance of winning this match. Low might regret the words he's said this week."

(Just as Herb finishes that sentence "My Idea Of Fun" by The Stooges begins to play over the PA system. Low comes out to a chorus of boos, basking in the symphony of hatred as he continues towards the ring. On the way down, Low gets into a few arguments with some of the more passionate fans. Once he reaches the ring, he goes up the steps and through the ropes, standing in his corner and soaking the atmosphere up.)

FJ: "And here he is: New York's Finest, The Ultimate Champion, The Ten Time! Ten Time! Ten Time! World Champion, The Legendary One, The Greatest Sports Legend Alive, Low!"

HS: "He certainly lacks no credentials; that's for sure. But, Low's beatable and his opponent is going to be looking to prove that tonight."

("Free Bird" by Lynard Skynard begins to play throughout the building causing a hush in the stands. Moments later the big screen comes to life with a shot of John Williams walking through the backstage area toward to entrance room. He is dressed in a blue and black Full Contact fighter Hoodie with the hood up covering his ICON blue Mohawk. Our camera follows him every step of the way as he walks with a very focused look on his face. We finally reach the entrance area and John walks through camera still right next to him. As John steps through onto the ramp into the spotlight that has fallen atop the ramp and the fans catch their first glimpse of him the building erupts however John's expression does not change. His walk does not change in rhythm at all as he makes his way to the ring eyes locked with the opponent within the white spotlight following him the entire way. Fans reach out and pat John on the chest and shoulders as he walks by, but, unlike what we are used to, John does not take the time to acknowledge the pats. John finally reaches the ring and uses the steps to enter where he promptly takes his corner. John then removes his hoodie and tosses it aside and once again locks eyes with Low across the ring. John then breaks the stare for just a moment as he reaches up to his left then right and slaps the glass panes that have surrounded the ring. He then looks up to the roof that imprisons both men and a devious smile forms on his face. He then looks back to Low and begins to bang his taped knuckles together and bounce lightly on his toes obviously anxiously anticipating the ringing of the bell.)

HS: "These two men have no love to lose tonight. John Williams has been aching to get this one on one match with Low for some time now. He wants to redeem himself for all the losses he's had against Low in the past. John Williams looks focused and ready to go."

FJ: "Looks can be deceiving, Herb. Williams is probably scared to death on the inside because he knows Low is going to tie him up in knots he thought weren't possible."

(The two men lock eyes, exhibiting completely opposite looks. Williams has a serious, fierce, focused expression on his face, while Low has a cocky grin going from nearly ear to ear. The two are told to go to center ring, where the ref explains the rules. Neither man takes his eyes off the other the entire time this is happening. The ref finishes and the two back up to their corners. The ref calls for the bell and the match begins! Williams shoots out first, looking for an instep trip to take Low down. Low scouts the move and swings his body weight in the opposite direction, grabbing a waist lock on Williams in the process. Williams blocks the German attempt with his leg and twists out of the waist lock, applying a side head lock on Low at the same time. Low backs up into the ropes and uses the momentum to shove Williams away. Williams continues on into the opposite ropes and flies back with a clothesline attempt that Low sidesteps and counters with an arm drag that sends Williams up and over the ropes! Williams lands on the apron, however, and gives Low an elbow to daze him before stun-gunning him across the top rope! Low flips to his back and holds his neck while Williams grabs Low's legs and pulls him to the outside. Williams gives Low another two elbows to the head to keep him out of it, then looks for the Irish whip into the steel steps. Low counters and throws Williams at the steps instead! Williams blocks by putting his foot on the steps before he reaches them and turns into a knee to the stomach from Low. Williams doubles over, but then snaps back up when Low delivers a hard knife edge chop to Williams's chest. Low gives him another that backs him up into the ring post. Low goes for a big elbow, but Williams ducks and Low's elbow connects with the ring post instead!)

FJ: "Ouch! That has to be the worst funny bone feeling he'll ever have!"

HS: "Williams and Low are certainly throwing some caution to the wind. They've taken the fight to the outside, where neither man can actually win the match."

(Low shakes his arm and holds his elbow in pain as Williams takes a moment to recover. The moment ends and Williams grabs Low, whipping him into the steel guard rail! Low hits shoulder first and falls to the ground, but Williams is quick to pick him up and toss him back into the ring. Williams rolls in under the bottom ropes after Low and pins him! Low kicks out at two. Williams doesn't argue and he quickly picks Low back up, then lifts him off his feet and drops him down across his knee in a backbreaker. However, Williams holds on and lifts Low up again, dropping him back into a second backbreaker. Williams repeats the process one more time, then pins the aching Low. Ow kicks out in a near fall!)

HS: "Williams is pushing the offence here and Low is looking to be in a bad way after what Williams calls Spinal Alignment."

FJ: "Low's been in worse shape and won before. See last year's King of the Kage final."

HS: "I'm not counting Low out in the slightest, but right now Williams has control of the match."

(Williams quickly scales a corner to the second rope and looks for a falling elbow on the downed Low. The elbow connects and Williams covers Low again, but again Low kicks out in a near fall. Williams decides to abandon the high impact moves approach and elects for a submission, locking Low's shoulder in a key lock! Low is able to shimmy over to the ropes, however, and place his legs on them to break the hold. Williams releases without delay and Low is quick to get back to his feet, shaking the pain in his shoulder off. The two men then lock up in a collar-and-elbow tie-up. Low gains an advantage with a hammerlock and quickly converts it into a hammerlock slam. Low then gets up and starts stomping away at that same arm he hammerlocked, focusing on the right shoulder area. Williams rolls away after a couple of stomps, but Low follows and drops a knee right into that same shoulder, causing Williams to roll further away and onto the apron. Low then runs into the opposite ropes and comes back with a baseball slide into that same shoulder that sends Williams out and onto the floor!)

HS: "The tides have changed in this match and it now looks like Low has the control over Williams."

FJ: "Not only does he have control, he's also already chosen a body part to attack. Williams's shoulder is getting softened up for a Low Standard."

(Low follows Williams to the outside against the discretion of the ref and quickly picks Williams up to his feet. He then whips Williams strait into those same steels steps the two were fighting around before. This time Williams goes right shoulder first and the top level of the stairs explodes off with the impact! Williams holds his right shoulder in pain as Low quickly grabs Williams's right arm and holds it out over the bottom portion of the steel steps. He then delivers stomps to the injured shoulder at the same time, sandwiching it between his foot and the edge of the steel steps every time. Williams lunges forward to get out of the predicament, taking Low down in a modified double leg takedown. However, in doing so he hurts his shoulder further and is forced to roll off of Low to recover. Low, meanwhile, recovers from the sudden tackle to the ground. The two get up at around the same time. Low is the first to make a move, though, as he grabs Williams and rolls him back into the ring. Low then climbs up to the apron, then up to the top turnbuckle in the nearest corner. Williams gets to his feet, but Low takes him down with a missile drop kick! Low goes for the cover, but Williams kicks out just before a three.)

HS: "Williams's shoulder has taken a lot of damage now at the hands and feet of Low. The match has come back to the ring. Williams is not in a good position to say the least."

FJ: "The last thing you want is to have an injury in the ring with Low, because he'll exploit that injury to Hell and back."

(Low goes to pick up Williams once more, but Williams gives Low a shot to the head with the back of his elbow for his efforts. Williams then gets up and grabs Low, taking him down in a reverse Russian leg sweep, quickly rolling over and applying an STF afterwards! Now Low writhes in pain as he tries to crawl to the ropes. The ref asks Low if he wants to tap after being in the hold for about fifteen seconds, but Low shakes his head defiantly. Low continues to crawl towards the ropes and he JUST makes it! Williams is forces to break the hold after Low's hand grasps the bottom rope, but Williams is quick to help Low up to his feet and then just as quickly take him down again with a running bulldog. Williams goes for a pin, but Low kicks out at two. Williams pulls Low back to his feet, but Low quickly pushes off and grabs at Williams's right arm. Low then drops backwards into a single-arm DDT! Williams holds his right arm and shoulder in pain and Low gets back up to his feet. Low then, once again, begins stomping at the right shoulder mercilessly. Williams rolls to his hands and knees and Low switches to elbows. Williams fights up to his feet, however, and soon rocks Low with a back elbow of his own. Low stumbles and turns and Williams immediately locks in a full nelson! However, Low suddenly counters as he drops down into a modified Low Stunner!)

FJ: "Low Stunner! Low Stunner!"

HS: "It didn't have the same impact as it usually does because Williams's arms took part of the impact away, but it still did the trick!"

(Williams falls flat on his back as Low falls to the side and holds his neck in pain from the full nelson. However, Low soon recovers and pins Williams! Williams kicks out just before the three count! Low slams the mat in frustration, but quickly moves on and picks Williams up for another stunner! Williams shoves Low away! Low turns and Williams catches him with a wicked front roundhouse kick!)

HS: "KTFO! Williams caught Low with a huge front roundhouse kick!"

FJ: "But John can't capitalize! Hah!"

(Frank is right as Williams is still in a partial daze from the stunner. The kick seemed to be more of an instinctive move than a planned one. Low, on the other hand, is slowly rolls around to try and regain his senses. After a few moments, John snaps out of the daze and looks around to see Low flat on his back near one of the corners. Williams gets up and dashes over to the corner, pulling Low out of it and pinning him! Now Low kicks out just before the three count! Williams can't believe it as he rolls off of Low and thinks of what to do next. Meanwhile, Low starts to turn over and crawl towards the ropes. Williams gets to his feet as Low starts using the ropes to pick himself back up. Williams doesn't let him recover, though, as he grabs Low and whips him into the opposite ropes. Williams takes Low down with a hurricanrana on the rebound, maintaining his hold with his legs for a pin! Low is able to kick out in yet another near fall!)

HS: "John Williams is looking to end this while Low is still feeling the effects of that big kick."

FJ: "C'mon Low!"

(Williams gets up and backs up into the corner, just as he did in his match against DooM, calling for the end. The crowd cheers wildly as Low slowly gets to his feet. As soon as he gets a vertical base, Williams shoots forward, looking for his leaping triangle choke! However, Low has it scouted and quickly powerbombs Williams to the ground before his legs can get locked! Williams holds his right shoulder in pain and rolls to his knees as Low falls to a seated position in exhaustion. Both men slowly get back to their feet, with Williams rushing forward for a clothesline. However, Low grabs William's outstretched right arm and puts it into a chicken wing! Williams immediately recognizes the position and begins to run opposite of Low's other arm so Low can't lock in the crossface portion of his Low Standard. Williams eventually breaks the hold by spinning on the spot. However, Low is quick to kick Williams in the gut and drop him with the second Low Stunner of the match!)

HS: "Another Low Stunner and this time Low got all of it!"

FJ: "Yes! Take that!"

(Low immediately jumps on Williams for the pin and the referee gives the three count for the victory! "My Idea of Fun" by The Stooges begins to play over the PA system as the crowd boos loudly. Low allows the ref to raise his hand in victory as he stumbles back up to his feet.)

HS: "Low has done it! He's going to the King of the Kage finals once again!"

FJ: "I knew it! I knew it! Low is going to be a three-time King of the Kage!"

HS: "Don't jump the gun on that one just yet. Either way, Williams fought valiantly and almost had Low on a few occasions. He kicked out of a Low Stunner and avoided the Low Standard, but ended up getting caught in a second Low Stunner and that was all she wrote."

FJ: "Yeah, and that's not the John Williams finisher, either."

HS: "Ladies and Gentlemen what a night King of the Kage has been thus far"

FJ: "Yes Herb its been a night to remember and we re only getting started."

HS: "Frank theres an interesting vibe in the atmosphere tonight. Not only are we to lay witness to the crowning of the King of the Kage, but theres more. There's a dynamic about the air tonight.. something big is about to go down."

FJ: "I had a chili dog at noon"

(As if hearing the words of Herb and Frank, as if feeling the moment was right, as if picking his moment in time to relive his manifested destiny… it begins. The lights go out, the arena left in complete black.)

HS: "Just like I said Frank. Something is going down tonight, and I think its going to be huge."

( A single blazing white light falls dead center of the ring. The light is blinding, making it impossible to see what is within it. A solemn march like drum beats heavily filling the arena with a rythmatic drone. Through out the St Louis crowd echoes a horrific, demonic, maniacal voice. We recognize it almost immediately.)

"Thy Lord's essence WILL NEVER DIE!!!"

( Dead silence befalls an awe struck crowd, as the drum continues to echo throughout the arena. The ramp way ignites in with towering flames, bursting every moment or two. With every rise of the flame a gasp is released. )

HS: "OH MY….."

FJ: "Is it…. ?"

HS: "It couldn't be anyone else Frank"

(The sound of thunder rolling over takes the beating drums, a deafening, horrific laughter rings througout our ears. The raging fires give the light to witness a slender, small silhouette proceeding towards the ring in pristine white. The body covered head to toe in a divine white. Slowly behind the figure in white, larger figures fill in, all clad in black, hands together, heads bowed, walking in unison. The rampway becomes full, towards the ring they proceed as more and more walk behind them, a seemingly unending supply of men walk towards the ring. The numbers approaching a hundred or more and yet they continue to come. Finally they stop, with numbers looking to be in excess of two or three hundred, they all turn as the figure in white takes her spot within the light, then in unison the men all turn towards the entrance way.)

FJ: "I thought he was gone"

HS: "Well apparently he isnt Frank"

(The marching drum beat stops, the thunder ceases to roll…. The crowd grows eeriely silent they all know who it is, we all know who it is, but no one expected this. On the eve of what will likely be a bloody show down for number one contender ship, there now hangs an overwhelmingly horrific terror within the air. The silence seems as though it is to last forever until Herb breaks it. )

HS: "Ladies and Gentleman… he is the most feared individual to ever step into an AWA ring. He is considered amongst several as one of the greatest of all time."

(A deafening thunderous explosion resonates throughout, shaking the floor sending an audible gasp streaming through the arena. Wide eyed and awe struck a mix of cheers, boo's and utter shock befalls thousands in attendance as the familiar opening chords of "Harvestor of Sorrow" is heard for the first time in nearly a year. Atop the entrance way appears Lord Williams. His black thorned crown sitting atop his head, a long black and white majestic robe. 8 of the followers of Lord Williams carry him upon his regal throne, step by step the monster himself… the one , the only Lord Williams is approaching the ring. We look at the beasts facial expression. Cold and determined with trademark, glassy dead eyes walks the self proclaimed deity.)

HS: "An utterly surreal sight Frank, the entire audience including you and I and I am sure everyone in this arena is in a state of shock. The self proclaimed Lord of Malevolence, The self proclaimed GOD! Brian Williams.

FJ: "Shh…. Its Lord Williams! You don't him coming over here do you."

HS: "Whether he be god, Lord or Brian, he is still one of the most dominate and overwhelming forces of which the AWA has ever seen."

(Williams reaches the ring finally, he stands and steps off his throne, over the top rope and into the ring. His minions all bow in unison before their savior. After a long pause he speaks.)

Lord Williams: I said but nearly a year ago that my essence would never die, for a year the AWA has lived without the fear, without the oppression without their God looking over them. Today marks the day of which the savior returns.

May you all rejoice before my all powerful hand. May you all revel in the divinity that IS LORD WILLIAMS. May you all bow before the feet of God himself, or be obliterated for your insolence. We begin a new testament in The scriptures of the Lord, one written in blood, punctuated with agony and bound through pain. May you all remember that I offer you salvation and deliverance first. I offer you direction, and I offer you my teachings as I have all my followers. May you chose carefully before denying my offer for salvation.. forth that denial, will force your demise.

(Another thunderous explosions followed by a sea of blinding white lights erupt, showing the seven foot monster's silhouette as he proceeds back towards the throne, and his minions carry him away upon his request.)

(COMMERCIAL BREAK.)

HS: "And now it's time for a heated rivalry to be settled. It's going to be two relative new-comers in Evan Heir and Jason Storm duking it out in an ‘I Quit' match!"

FJ: "I love ‘I Quit' matches! No rules! The only way you win is by making your opponent say ‘I Quit' or knocking them unconscious. That's my kind of match!"

("Ladies and Gentlemen" by Saliva plays as Jason Storm struts out to the ring. When the beat kicks in, he steps on stage, posing and walking down the aisle until the lyrics reach the ‘welcome to the show' bit. He then pounds his hands down with each ‘boom' and a set of fireworks go off. He goes into the ring and poses on the turnbuckles with his arms outstretched, his forefinger, middle finger and thumb making handguns. He finally gets to the ring and waits for his opponent.)

HS: "Jason Storm has ruffled more than Heir's feathers lately in the AWA. He's been one of the wrestlers to go against Damage Inc.'s reign of chaos, as has Heir. Of course, this match isn't about Damage Inc."

FJ: "No, it isn't. It's about two men beating the Hell out of each other until one verbally gives up."

(Storm doesn't have long to wait, as a whirring sound is heard for about five seconds before the beat begins to play from Kanye West and Daft Punk's "Stronger." Evan Heir walks out from behind the curtains, dressed in his usual white pants and white robe. He throws a few punches at the camera closest to him before proceeding to walk down the ramp. Maria Clarke walks behind him. Evan jumps onto the apron and Maria pulls the robe from his body right before Evan enters the ring, falling back against the ropes and sitting on the middle ones as Maria climbs the stairs. Maria teasingly bends over the middle rope and enters the ring. Evan then jumps onto the turnbuckles and screams into the audience, flashing his trademark ‘V' signal, crossing his wrists together in front of his chest. He then jumps off of the top rope and paces around the ring, paying very close attention to the man who is standing only a few meters away, Jason Storm.)

HS: "Well, there's certainly no love lost between these two men. They fought through Hell and high water for the Cruiserweight Championship, and they're going to end the war tonight with a #1 contender, "I Quit" match!"

FJ: "Do we actually have to watch this match? Can't we just stare at Maria?"

HS: "Yes, Frank, we do."

FJ: "I QUIT! I QUIT! Hahahaha!"

HS: "FRANK! Anyway, there's the bell, and we're underway!"

(It does ring, and Storm wastes no time, grabbing Heir in a quick arm drag. He follows it up with two more once Heir stands up from the previous one and once that barrage is completed Storm hits a body slam. He tries to lean down to give Heir a knee strike to the head, but Maria Clarke steps up onto the apron and teasingly flirts with Storm. He doesn't bite, but his looking gives Heir enough time to slip away and get to his feet before dropkicking Storm into the ropes. Heir follows up with an Irish whip and catches him with a drop toe hold before locking in a side headlock on the ground and flailing away at his head.)

HS: "That just goes to show you what a powerful weapon Maria Clarke is!"

FJ: "Yeah, just ask Brian Stevens's lawyer!"

(Storm does eventually get to his feet before countering Heir's offensive with a side suplex that puts Heir back onto the canvas. Storm mounts his opponent and punches away as hard as he can before dragging Heir to his feet and ramming his head into the nearby top turnbuckle, then hanging him in a Tree of Woe position. A number of swift kicks find Heir's chest, and he eventually falls down and slides outside the ring as Storm taunts both his opponent and the ringside fans. Storm then goes outside the ring as well, and both men exchange haymakers as the referee catches up to record a possible submission. Storm keeps control with a knee to the groin, and has a sadistic smile on his face as he piledrives Heir into the concrete floor, right in front of Maria!)

HS: "This guy's not just out to win; he's out to KILL!"

FJ: "Wow, piledriving Maria's man right in front of her! I like him!"

(Storm then turns to Clarke and taunts her as the referee checks in on Heir. We see him shaking his head, and as Storm tries to go after a scared Clarke, Heir runs behind him and hits a bulldog that puts Storm's face into the concrete! After a few stomps Heir picks Storm up and sends him into the ringside steps, to Clarke's delight. He then bashes them over Storm's head repeatedly and looks down, asking if he wants to quit.)

STORM: "NEVER!"

(Storm then puts two fingers in Heir's eyes to back him up and make him drop the steel steps. Storm then gets up and spears him into the nearby guardrail separating the fans from ringside! The two begin to wail away with both hands at one other before Heir strikes back by going to the eyes himself. A martial arts kick to the temple staggers Storm, but he recovers in time to counter a ram into the post with one of his own that knocks Heir onto his back. Storm tries a dragon sleeper on the arena floor, but Heir slips out and turns it into a hammerlock before running him into the post from behind.)

HS: "Wow, we're being treated to a great mix of technical and hardcore wrestling!"

FJ: "Not to mention a fine ensemble by Ms. Clarke!"

HS: "FRANK!"

(Heir rolls Storm back into the ring and goes up top, hitting a flying bodypress to cheers from the crowd. When Storm gets up, he tries a kick to the gut, but it's countered with a dragon screw legwhip and a half Boston crab. Heir, though, reaches the ropes. Knowing that there are no rope breaks, Heir uses the ropes as leverage and pulls himself out of the ring, successfully releasing Storm's hold. Heir falls to the floor with momentum and he slowly begins to rise to his feet, shaking his leg off from the half Boston crab it was just in. However, Storm doesn't let him shake it off for too long as he runs into the opposite ropes, then comes flying back across the ring, leaping up and over the ropes by Heir and taking Heir down just as he turns around with a corkscrew splash! The crowd cheers at the wild move, while Maria screams in terror after seeing Heir on the receiving end of it. Storm is slow to get up, but Heir is slower. Storm reaches his feet and waits for Heir to get up. Once Heir reaches a vertical base, Storm runs in and nails Heir with an enzuigiri. Heir stays afloat for a moment before suddenly collapsing to the ground. Storm checks to make sure Heir isn't getting up anytime soon before going to ringside and tossing up the ring apron. Maria screams at Jason not to go there, but he doesn't listen to her and begins rummaging underneath the ring.)

HS: "Storm is looking for revenge after Heir nailed him with those steel steps earlier."

FJ: "Revenge is a beautiful thing, just like Maria."

HS: *sigh*

(Storm comes out from under the ring, a kendo stick in his hand. He turns to use it on Heir, finding Maria standing in his way. Storm shrugs and smirks as he winds up for a shot at Maria. However, this leaves him wide open to a spear from Heir! The kendo stick flies out of Storm's hands as Heir mounts Storm and begins raining down punches on him. Storm covers up and blocks most of the shots, though, and soon tosses Heir off of him. Storm scampers to his feet and looks for the kendo stick. Unfortunately for him, he just happened to throw Heir right on top of it. Heir swings for the fences with the kendo stick, but Storm ducks the shot and rolls over to the ring apron, where he takes a steel chair that was sitting under the ring. Storm blocks another kendo stick shot, using the steel chair as a shield. Storm stumbles back to his feet again afterwards and the two men stand still, weapons raises, as they think of their next moves.)

HS: "And now we have a stand still."

FJ: "Boooooring! Decapitate someone!"

(Storm is the first to make a move as he tosses his steel chair at Heir's head. Heir ducks the chair, but Storm follows it up with a dropkick to Heir's head that sends Heir back to the ground. Storm grabs the kendo stick from Heir's hands and swings down at Heir axe-style. Heir rolls to the left to avoid the shot. Storm brings the kendo stick down a second time and Heir rolls to the right. Storm lifts the kendo stick up for a third shot, but Heir quickly uses his foot to stop it –not directly, but indirectly. Storm immediately drops the kendo stick as he holds his twig and berries in pain and hunches over. Heir takes the kendo stick and drills Storm across the side of the head with it! Storm collapses to his side as Maria cheers Heir on. Heir now gets to his feet and gives Storm another shot with the kendo stick, this time to his ribs. Storm rolls around in pain as Heir calls Maria over. He hands the kendo stick to Maria and then heads over to the steel chair Storm through at him earlier. Heir picks up the steel chair and walks back over to Storm, giving him a shot to the shoulder with the steel chair. Storm clenches his shoulder and Heir helps Storm up to his feet. Heir then motions something to Maria, who nods and smiles in return. Heir takes a step back, as does Maria, before the two come forward. Heir smacks Storm across the face with the steel chair while Maria trips his legs out from under him from behind!)

HS: "Well, this match seems to have turned into a handicapped match!"

FJ: "Yes! Hit him again Maria!"

(Storm rolls around on the ground, holding his face with both hands. Heir drops the steel chair and quickly picks Storm up before he can recover. We now see that Storm has been busted open with that steel chair shot as blood is now trickling down from a cut on his forehead. Heir doubles Storm over with a kick to the gut, then drops him with a twist of fate neckbreaker. Heir then turns Storm to his back and takes his legs, weaving them in his own and locking Storm in a figure four! Storm screams in pain and the ref is there to ask him if he wants to quit. Storm replies with a big "No Way!" in so many words. Storm begins to try and roll the hold over, but Heir won't have any of it. Maria comes over and gets into Storm's face as Heir keeps the hold applied, telling him to give up. Storm continues to struggle to get out of the hold anyways. However, after being in the hold for nearly a minute, Storm suddenly lunges up and grabs Maria by the head, pulling her down and kissing her on the lips! Heir releases the hold immediately as a look of rage enters his eyes.)

FJ: "Oh boy! Storm's going to get it now!"

HS: "Well, Maria shouldn't have been mouthing off to him so closely. In any case, Storm managed to get out of the figure four."

FJ: "But at what cost?"

(Storm lets go of Maria as the hold breaks and she immediately lurches back in disgust. Heir gets up and checks on Maria. He then turns to Storm, who is now holding his legs in pain, and goes to pick him up to his feet. However, Storm was playing possum and as soon as Heir comes towards him he rolls over, grabs the steel chair Heir dropped, and smacks Heir across the head with it! Heir stumbles back towards the ring apron and Storm slowly gets to his feet, limping slightly. Heir shakes off the chair shot, but Storm comes at him with another just as soon as he does. Heir falls to the floor and Storm throws the chair away. He then grabs Heir and rolls him into the ring. We now see that Heir is busted open as well from the last two chair shots, blood trickling from his forehead to match Storm's. Storm rolls in after him and begins to stalk him once he gets back to his feet.)

HS: "I think Storm is looking for T.N.A. and I'm not talking about Maria!"

FJ: "Oooo. I like that one."

(Storm calls to Heir, telling him to get up, but Heir seems to be out of it after those two chair shots and is very slow getting to his feet. Storm doesn't wait much longer, however, as he suddenly gets tripped up by Maria, who pulled his legs out from under him from the outside. Storm doesn't stay down for long as he quickly turns and shakes his head at Maria. Maria gasps as Storm quickly rolls out of the ring and grabs Maria by the hair! Storm starts to mouth off to Maria, but after only a few words Maria smacks Storm across the face!)

FJ: "Man, she's a fiery one!"

(Storm stumbles back and holds his face as Maria looks proud. However, Maria doesn't look proud for much longer as Storm suddenly leaps up and drops her with a falling 3/4 neck breaker, also known as The New Age!)

HS: "My God! Storm just took down Maria with his finishing maneuver!"

FJ: "Nooo! Now who am I going to look at?"

(Storm gets up and claps his hands together in as if he just finished some hard work. Unfortunately, he doesn't get to celebrate the job well done for much longer than a second before Heir suddenly pulls his legs out from under him and takes an ankle, grapevining it and applying an ankle lock!)

HS: "Heir has The Deposit locked on Storm!"

FJ: "I bet he regrets taking out Maria right about now."

HS: "I'd place a few grand on that bet!"

(Storm can't roll or summersault out of the ankle lock as Heir has it grapevined tightly. Storm desperately tries to claw his way towards the kendo stick he was using earlier. However, Heir sees this and releases the grapevine momentarily to push back with his legs. He then re-applies the grapevine, leaving Storm in the middle of nowhere with no weapons to use. The ref asks if he wants to quit and Storm defiantly says no. However, as the seconds ware on and Heir continues to wrench away at the hold, threatening to break Storm's ankle in half, the bloody Storm finally gives in.)

STORM: "I QUIT! I QUIT!"

(The ref calls for the bell and then tells Heir to release the hold. Heir keeps it locked in for a few more moments before releasing it and quickly heading over to Maria, who is out cold after T.N.A. Kanye West and Daft Punk's "Stronger" blares over the PA system as Storm pounds the ground in both anger and pain.)

HS: "The match started off a little more technical, but soon turned into a hardcore brawl as weapons were introduced into the fray. In the end, Maria took the fall for Heir and Heir came out with the victory. I can't imagine that Storm is happy in the slightest with how the match unfolded and especially how it ended."

FJ: "Well, Heir's probably not very happy right now either. He's busted open and Maria's out cold."

HS: "Well, cuts can be stitched up and Maria will wake up and recover. However, the loss Storm suffered will always remain on the record."

(COMMERCIAL BREAK.)

HS: "I am very excited about this next match up! It's finally time for the King of the Kage semi-finals! Earlier tonight, Logan Alexander squeaked by the enigmatic Jester to advance to this point in the tournament. Meanwhile, AC Smith had a surprisingly much easier time dealing with Henry."

FJ: "That's Sir Nathaniel Henry Lee GBE, to you, Herb."

HB: "Well it's no secret that Smith has had NHL's number as of late, but he certainly is the fresher coming into this match. That certainly gives him a huge advantage, especially in this tournament."

FJ: "But what Logan lacks in personality, he has in heart, and Low certainly must've taught him how to recuperate after a grueling match. He's going to have to keep AC Smith busy to even the odds a bit."

HS: "Can you ever go a match without mentioning Low?"

FJ: "I could, but why should I? He's the epitome of the AWA. He's the grounds for every comparison in the AWA. I call it the Low Scale."

HS: "I do want to remind everyone that, although Logan Alexander is the Cruiserweight Champion and AC Smith is the United States Champion, neither of their titles are on the line in this contest. This match is strictly about advancing to the King of the Kage finals, where one of these men will compete for a guaranteed shot at the AWA World title."

FJ: "The winner of this match will go on to face Low to determine who will become the 2007 King of the Kage!"

HS: "Low is already a two time King of the Kage winner, so there's no doubt he knows how to win this kind of tournament, but history has taught us that anyone can win on any given night. It's really all about who is the fresher man and who wants it the most!"

FJ: "And speaking of the fresher man…"

(The lights in the arena suddenly dim as 'Keep On Rockin' In The Free World' begins to play over the sound system. The fans in the arena immediately erupt as AC Smith emerges from the back, donned in his regular ring attire which consists of black tights, boots, elbow and knee pads, all accented by the glorious and historic AWA United States Championship around his waist. Smith struts his way to the ring, only barely acknowledging his adoring public, which ironically causes them to cheer louder. His pyro goes off behind him before Smith then makes his way to the ring steps. He nonchalantly steps up them and over the top rope, before removing his title belt and holding it high into the air. Instantly, Smith's demeanor goes from aloof to intense as he begins his pre-match ritual in the ring.)

HS: "AC Smith has had an impressive title reign thus far. He won the US Championship back in April, and has successfully defended it multiple times."

FJ: "I know I've never been a big fan of Smith's, but it's good to see a fighting champion. He's brought the often overlooked United States Championship back to the forefront of the AWA."

HS: "Of course, the title that Alexander holds, the Cruiserweight Championship, has always been a title held high by many AWA superstars, from the likes of Fish, Orlando Ortega, Jayson Price and even Low."

(On cue, 'Falling Down' starts to play throughout the arena. Several moments later Logan walks out from the entryway. He pauses near the top of the entrance ramp and then spreads his arms wide, displaying the Cruiserweight championship belt around his waist. He basks in the loud cheers of the crowd. He stares down at his opponent in the ring, then walks down the entrance ramp to the ring, slapping the hands of fans along the way. He climbs the ring steps and enters the ring between the top and middle ropes. He watches his opponent for a few moments then heads over to the near corner and climbs up to the second turnbuckle. He holds both hands up and encourages the crowd to cheer. He drops back down to the mat and walks around his side of the ring glancing back at his opponent again. He takes off his sunglasses, puts them in his jacket pocket, then removes his jacket and drops it to the outside of the ring. He turns towards his opponent, then removes the Cruiserweight championship belt and hands it over to the referee. Then he looks AC up and down, scouting him seemingly, and extends out his arm, offering a handshake.)

HS: "Well, I certainly didn't expect that. What a pleasant surprise and good natured showing of sportsmanship from Logan.)

(Smith somewhat reluctantly shakes Logan's hand, without any harmful effects. The fans applaud the show of sportsmanship as the referee calls for the bell. The two begin to slow circle on another almost immediately.)

DING!
DING!
DING!

FJ: "No one wants to see that goody two shoes sportsmanship crap!"

HS: "What're you talking about? These two want to give the fans a great match."

FJ: "Two guys who shake each other's hands at the beginning of a match, gayness aside, are defiantly not going to beat one another bloody. I want some hardcore mayhem!"

HS: "Why are you always such a homophobe?"

FJ: "Why are you always such a homo."

HS: "Shut up, Frank."

(Logan and AC continue to circle one another, each calculating an attack plan in their heads. Smith is the first to react, lunging in for a single leg takedown. Alexander sidesteps the move with ease, but instead of countering, curiously he backs away, still seeking an opening. Smith twists off one knee up to his feet, turning a full three hundred sixty degrees as he does, to stand facing the cruiserweight champion once again. Smith steps in and Logan steps away opposite him, much like a fencer would. We can see in AC Smith's eyes the gears turning in his head, wondering just as much as anyone else, what gives with Logan. A smile curls his lips as it seems he has discovered the answer, and he steps towards Logan once again. Logan again steps back in defense mode, his eyes square onto his opponent, watching his every move.)

FJ: "What is Logan doing? It looks like he wants to run away!"

HS: "I think maybe he's trying to conserve energy, Frank. He doesn't want to get into a brawl with AC Smith. Remember, Smith is the fresher man coming into this match. I think Logan is trying to goad Smith into a trap."

FJ: "It doesn't look like Smith is taking the bait."

HS: "Not all traps are so obvious, Frank."

(Smith, realizing Logan's endeavors, suddenly charges at Logan, full steam, catching him off guard to a degree. Logan darts out of the way, sending Smith, carried by his own momentum, charging into the ropes, which is exactly what the Big Apple Ass Kicker expected. He reels off the ropes with even more speed and aims his knee into Logan's stomach. The impact causes Alexander to flip forwards onto his back, where he quickly rolls out of the way to avoid any follow up attack. Logan is to his feet quickly, where he turns to see Smith again charging in his direction. This time he is ready, though, and he takes the big man down with an arm drag. Smith rolls through and continues into the ropes, getting carried away with his own momentum. On the recoil, he is again felled by an arm drag from Logan Alexander. Smith continues on into the ropes again, uncontrollably, and this time Logan is bent over ready to send AC high into the air with a back body drop. Smith is prepared this time, though, and he maneuvers his way to the side of the doubled over Logan and shifts his weight into the opposite direction with a swinging neck breaker. Logan rolls on the mat, his head in his hands, in shock and pain. Smith lumbers to his feet, ready to continue his assault on the indignant at his feet. Smith pulls Logan to his feet, biding his time somewhat, thinking he has an edge now. Logan reveals otherwise, though, once he's to his feet fully, with a stiff elbow to Smith's chest. Logan immediately follows up by turning around and pulling Smith over with a snap mare. From a seated position, Smith is unable to prevent the ensuing hammerlock. Logan uses the submission to pull AC to his feet, goading him with pressure, before extending Smith's arm and finishing up with a full arm twist. Smith groans in pain as Logan walks him around the ring, but only for a few moments until Logan steps on the back of Smith's knee, sending him back down the mat. With Smith on one knee, Logan again applies a hammer lock.)

FJ: "What is Alexander doing? He has Smith right where he wants him and he's stalling?"

HS: "Like I've said, Herb. These two not only have to think about this match, but also the match that could be coming up for them, AND the match they already had. Alexander must certainly be aware that Smith realizes he has the physical edge coming in, so he's trying to show AC that he's not going to let him dictate the pace of this match. Alexander has to keep it slow and steady."

FJ: "Seems to me, he should just go ahead and end the match now and he won't have to worry about how much energy he has from this point on!"

HS: "And risk expending too much energy to put AC Smith away? That's exactly what AC Smith WANTS Logan to try and do. By slowing down this match, Logan Alexander is making a bold statement to AC Smith."

FJ: "Bold or boring?"

(Logan relents the hammerlock after a few moments, only to step to the side of AC and take him over with a side headlock takedown from his knees. With AC Smith prone on his stomach, Logan quickly applies a surfboard stretch, which he rolls to the side, turning it into a bow and arrow submission, potentially weakening Smith's lower back. The camera catches a glimpse of several AWA fans looking somewhat dejected, hoping for some more excitement. In fact, most of the fans are sitting down. There are a few, though, that understand the mentality of this type of match, and they're quite into it, watching Logan Alexander do exactly what he does best, which is pick apart his opponent. After a few moments, Logan releases the hold on his own accord and proceeds to apply a half Boston crab, much to the chagrin of the fans itching for some excitement. AC Smith groans in pain, but isn't anywhere close to tapping out, and the frustration on his face tells a story all in and of itself. When he hears a group of rowdy and probably intoxicated fans begin to shout BORING! BORING! BORING! A light goes off inside of AC Smith and he is awakened from his lull. With a mighty roar, he kicks his legs out and breaks the maneuver, sending Logan stumbling forward off of him. Smith picks himself up to his feet at the same time Logan is turning around, a bit confused as to what has happened suddenly. Logan eyes Smith like a deer in headlights, as Smith catches sight of Logan with an altogether different result. Like an angry bull, Smith charges at the stunned Logan and levels him with a powerful clothesline that gets a huge cheer from the fans. Logan pops up to his feet instinctively where Smith is waiting to fell him again with a big hip toss. Logan clambers to his feet, still obviously shocked, and Smith greets him with a forearm smash that staggers him backward. The United States champion doesn't relent his assault, nailing Logan with several knife edge chops that resonate through all of Saint Louis and force gasps from the suddenly interested crowd.)

FJ: "Well, AC Smith has certainly livened this place up a bit!"

HS: "The cheers of the crowd are certainly fueling him on. The energy in this place just quadrupled."

(Smith's chops back Logan into the nearby turnbuckle, where a stiff and well placed martial arts style kick plants Logan firmly into the corner. Smith takes a step back before unloading with a huge body splash that sends Logan to his butt in the corner. Smith proceeds to scoop Logan off the mat and lock him up in a tree of woe, where he then unloads with a series of punches and kick, the last of which being the most forceful and with enough impact to free Logan from his snare. Smith pulls LA off of the ground and shoves him right back into the turnbuckle where he stuns him with a vicious back elbow. AC Smith then begins to guide Logan Alexander up the turnbuckle, one rope at a time, until the cruiserweight champion is seated atop. The crowd reacts as they realize what is coming next. Smith grabs Logan's wrist and then lifts him straight into the air, slamming him down with force.)

HS: "AC calls that move Whiplash. He's taken complete control of this match now."

FJ: "So much for Logan's strategy now, eh?"

(At this point, Smith's adrenaline is beginning to fade a bit and we see now that he's feeling some pain in his lower back from the earlier attacks by Logan. He ignores them, of course, and proceeds to continue his assault, locking in a rear naked choke on Logan from the mat. He uses the move to guide Logan to his feet where he then tightens the hold in, effectively applying what is commonly known as a dragon sleeper. Instead of focusing his attention on the submission, however, he follows the requests of his adoring crowd by slamming his powerful forearm down into Logan's exposed chest. He repeats this attack a second time and then a third, each getting a larger reaction from the fans. After the third strike, he nails Logan in the chest with an elbow, falling with him as Alexander is driven into the mat. Smith quickly climbs back to his feet, his arm raised high, as the fans cheer him on after Logan just went through a Police Lineup. Logan is on the mat now, trying to regain his focus, hoping for his second wind. It doesn't come in time, though, for Smith to proceed to try and guide Logan to his feet. Alexander refuses to get up, though, at least aware enough to refuse, so Smith grabs him by the hair and tries again. Logan pulls himself away, leaving a few strands of Logan's medium length black hair between his fingers. Smith rolls his eyes and glances around the crowd as if to say 'Give me a break', before once again bending over to pull Logan to his feet. But Logan has bought himself enough time now, to at least execute a desperation move, which he does, catching Smith completely by surprise with an inside cradle.)

HS: "Small package out of nowhere! This could be it!'

FJ: "What the?"

ONE!
TWO!
THR - !

(AC Smith emphatically kicks out, beside himself that he nearly just lost this match that fast. He smacks himself in the side of the head, reminding him to not underestimate Logan Alexander, who happens to be crawling to his feet at the very moment. Logan sees Smith getting to his feet and he suddenly charges at him, angered at this point. It seems that slowing down the pace of the match has completely gone out of the window, because like a rabid dog, Logan begins unloading with a barrage of kicks, punches, forearms and chops onto the unsuspecting Smith, staggering him backward. Logan rams his shoulder into Smith's gut and charges him backward into the nearest turnbuckle with force. Logan nails a few shoulder thrusts before pulling him outward and turning him around so that Logan's back is now against the corner and AC Smith is facing him. Logan quickly lifts AC up by one of his legs and lets him go, dropping him throat first across the top rope.)

FJ: "This is what I'm talking about. Get him Logan!"

HS: "The fans are certainly on their feet now!"

(Logan Alexander is almost in a trance now as he continues his offensive assault by pulling Smith to his feet. Smith, though, will have none of it, as he swats at Logan like a gnat. The two men stand in the center of the ring, each one with the other's head in their hands, aiming wild punches at the other's dome. Beads of sweat fly off and spray the entire mat as they trade vicious right hands. The more powerful Smith seems to gain the advantage in this exchange, and he quickly doubles up his punches, striking before Logan is able to. Logan tries to fight back with a kick, but Smith catches it. Not to be outdone, Logan leaps off his free leg, aiming an enziguri at Smith's temple. AC somehow ducks the move, though, at the last second, and Logan lands behind him, his other foot still trapped in Smith's hands. But before Smith can react, Logan reverses back on himself and takes Smith out with a spinning heel kick, which not only frees his leg from Smith's grasp, but sends the big man stumbling with a resounding SMACK! AC's eyes roll up into his head and he steps forward, swinging a wild punch mostly out of instinct, before suddenly falling onto his face. Logan Alexander, clearly caught up in the moment, his heart pumping with exhilaration, quickly ascends the nearby turnbuckle. Logan waits for AC Smith to clamber to his feet, which takes several moments. Too long, in fact, because all of the sudden momentum Logan has from the thrill of the action and his own adrenaline becomes fleeting, and exhaustion quickly catches up to the cruiserweight champion. Standing atop the turnbuckle, Logan's right knee suddenly begins to shake uncontrollably from fatigue and he slips and falls down, landing awkwardly on his head and neck.)

HS: "Oh no! It seems the physical exhaustion of such a strenuous evening has finally caught up to Logan Alexander. He just took a nasty spill from the top rope! He might be seriously injured, he just landed on his head!"

FJ: "Nobody likes to see that, Herb. Well, at least we have another clip for our bloopers reel."

HS: "How can you say something like that?"

(AC Smith looks genuinely concerned from Logan, but every wrestler knows that compassion goes right out the window once the bell rings, and he has to finish the match. He grudgingly pulls Logan up to his feet, who is still in visible pain, and then he lunges his knee into Logan's gut, doubling him over. AC Smith then grabs Logan by the waist and lifts him up to his chest, Logan's legs in the air and his head precariously pointed to the mat. Smith holds Logan in place in one arm and half heartedly raising his other to call for the forthcoming big move, knowing he doesn't really want to do it but that he has to if he wants to reach the King of the Kage finals. With an ominous thud, Smith drops down to his knees, crushing Logan's head and neck into the mat with a tombstone piledriver. The fans don't look half as concerned as AC Smith or Herb Summers, as they root and cheer and holler as if nothing has happened.)

FJ: "Tombstone piledriver! That's what I'm talking about! AC Smith is willing to do what it takes to win! That's why Logan failed as Low's protege, he isn't willing to do whatever is necessary to put his opponent away! But AC Smith is!"

HS: "Smith may very well have just ended Logan Alexander's career! He might've broken his neck! But he's going to go on and compete in the King of the Kage finals. I'm not sure what choice he had, Frank."

(AC Smith leans over dejectedly to make a cover on Logan, who shows little signs of consciousness. The fans count aloud with enthusiasm with each slap from the referee.)

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!

HS: "Logan kicked out! Did he do it in time?"

FJ: "I don't think so, Herb. AC Smith just won."

HS: "I'm not sure what to think? I'm just glad that Logan isn't paralyzed or something. Whoa! Wait a minute, the referee says two! He says it was two! This match isn't over yet!"

FJ: "What?!? That was three! That was definitely three!"

(Smith looks more relieved than upset, though, that Logan isn't severely injured. He does glare at the referee, though, as a huge cacophony of mixed emotions overcomes him. Soon enough, though, he snaps out of it and gets back to work, climbing to his feet and looming ominously over Logan Alexander on the mat. The fans roar with excitement from the intensity, and cheer even louder when Smith calls for his patented finisher, the Big Apple Ass Kicker. Tired of waiting, Smith grabs Logan and lifts him off the mat and then high into the air with a gorilla press. Smith gives an extra shove into the air for good measure, just before walking out of the way and sending Logan on a nearly ten foot face first free fall into the mat. Logan lands mostly on his chest and clutches in pain on the mat, rolling over onto his back with his arms folded across his chest. AC Smith looks down at him, but instead of finishing the move up with a body splash, he eyes the turnbuckle. Realizing it's going to take more than a simple body splash to finish off Logan, he proceeds to quickly dart towards the corner and climb up, to the delight of the crowd.)

FJ: "What's he doing? He could've ended this already!"

HS: "Logan has survived one grueling match already, he's come back despite everything Smith has thrown at him and he kicked out of a possible severely crippling move; Smith wants to be sure to put Logan away for good this time. What were you saying about doing whatever it takes to win?"

FJ: "He just might be crazy though!"

(AC Smith lowers his head for a moment, as if praying, and then leaps off the turnbuckle as thousands of flashbulbs ignite when the big man goes flying through air. CRASH! The entire ring shakes for a bit as Smith splats right into the canvas, and nothing more. Logan Alexander managed to move out of the way at the last possible moment, somehow.)

FJ: "Told you… crazy!"

(Logan Alexander wills himself to his feet, screaming at himself to get up, and then he turns his attention towards Smith, who is in all kinds of hurt. He reaches down and grabs Smith around the waist and pulls him off of the mat, inexplicably calling upon strength from somewhere deep inside. The fans go complete ape shit when they realize Alexander, who is running on nothing but fumes, is able to land a huge German suplex on AC Smith. He doesn't release the hold, and it takes even more energy and groaning from Logan to pull him off the mat and nail a second German.)

HS: "Logan Alexander is reaching deep inside, he's giving everything he has, to try and end this right now. I just don't think he has enough left."

FJ: "I can't believe he's doing this. How is this happening?"

(With a mighty roar, Logan pulls Smith to his feet again and then heaves the six foot eight United States champion up onto his two hundred fifteen pound shoulders. Logan doesn't so much toss AC as he just collapses, but he still manages to execute a not so scintillating Death Valley driver on AC Smith. The crowd erupts in cheers as Logan's Chaotic Revolution is complete. AC Smith clutches at his back, which is now in sheer pain, as Logan crawls to the ropes to lift himself up. In a very austere manner, Logan staggers over to AC Smith and unceremoniously applies a sharpshooter, stepping between Smith's legs and turning him over, only halfway."

HS & FJ: "PERFECT CHAOS THEORY!"

HS: "Logan Alexander has his finisher locked in on AC Smith. I can't believe this has happened. Logan should have nothing left. Somehow, by an act of God maybe, he's fought through and now he's about to end this match and advance to the King of the Kage finals!"

FJ: "AC Smith has to kick out. Logan can't hold this move in forever, he's only got to hold out! Alexander can't possibly have enough energy to sustain this."

(AC Smith screams in pain as the fans look on anxiously, wondering, hoping, itching to know how this match is going to end. Smith scratches his way towards the ropes, pulling himself and Logan along, who grits his teeth and tries to lock the move in tighter. AC Smith reaches out, he's so close, his fingertips are nearly there. But Logan gives a heave and he begins to walk his way back towards the center of the ropes, managing to drag AC with him. Smith cannot believe it as he continues to struggle to fight off the pain. Logan begs AC to tap out, as does the referee, but Smith refuses. The fans begin to rally behind him to get his attention and cause him to stay focused. He has to get to the ropes, he knows it, and once again he begins to scratch and claw his way towards the ropes, inch by inch. The inches turn into feet, and soon AC Smith is once again within arm's reach of the ropes. He reaches out his hand, he's so close, only a bit further. Suddenly, the look of determination on AC Smith's face changes into shock and then into hopelessness, as Logan Alexander drags AC back into the center of the ring, using all of his energy to do so. Logan impossibly manages to reapply the move, and it seems he has nothing left, but the same is said of AC Smith. Logan Alexander's submission takes its toll, and AC Smith smacks the mat in desperation, having nothing left. The pain from the move is amplified from the offense of Logan, and Alexander, the brilliant mat tactician, releases the move instantly, collapsing onto the mat himself in exhaustion. The referee calls for the bell and declares Logan Alexander the winner, as the fans stand silent in awe and appreciation.)

HS: "Logan Alexander has done it! He's defied the odds and all logic and he's going to advance to the King of the Kage finals!"

FJ: "But in what condition?"

HS: "One thing is certain, if he's going to win this thing, he's going to have to face Low, his former mentor! Can Logan Alexander defy the odds one more time tonight? I cannot wait to find out!"

FJ: "It will be former teacher facing off against former protege! Could you ask for a more fitting end to King of the Kage?"

HS: "No I didn't, and that is indeed what King of the Kage is all about!"

HS: "Frank…it's time."

FJ: "Sweet Jesus! FINALLY!"

HS: "Ladies and Gentlemen, it is now time for the AWA World Heavyweight Title FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE match between Champion Brian Stevens and Hall of Famer Ray Owens."

FJ: "The potential this match has in terms of just sickening violence seriously gives me a boner. No joke."

HS: "Frank's erection for this match is beside the point. This match is born out of respect, or a lack thereof. The war that grew from the open challenge of Brian Stevens has been filled with jaw dropping moments starting with the reemergence of Ray Owens."

FJ: "Ray Owens came home to the AWA July 3rd. Just two weeks after Brian Stevens begged the AWA Championship Committee and the Board of Directors to find him an adequate challenge for his World Title. Ray Owens saw the Brian Stevens interview in question and, instead of waiting for a phone call, Ray Owens called the AWA and was granted a shot at Stevens."

HS: "Ray Owens ran down Stevens pretty hard July 3rd on Shock. He called into question his passion for this sport. He questioned Brian Stevens' motives for wanting to be Champion. He ripped on his Hollywood career. He ripped on Stevens' appearance. In short, Ray Owens came back to the AWA with a fury! Ray Owens came back to the AWA with both guns blazing, the only way a legend like Ray Owens could."

FJ: "But Ray Owens didn't know that his words would fuel a fire. And they did just that as the following week, Brian Stevens and Damage, Incorporated broke onto the Owens' Ranch in San Angelo, Texas and assaulted Owens in front of his young daughter, causing her a considerable amount of mental and emotional trauma."

HS: "DI did everything they could to embarrass Ray Owens. They kicked his ass. They clubbed him with a shovel. They covered him in fecal matter all before Brian Stevens plunged a red-hot branding iron into the chest of Ray Owens."

FJ: "The night they played that video package, everyone…including me, thought Brian Stevens had finally gone too far. Everyone thought that finally Stevens got TOO personal. But Ray Owens didn't care. He showed up in North Carolina and brought HELL with him! Ray Owens assaulted Stevens in his own dressing room and bloodied him up. Ray Owens took a goddamn clothes hanger and wrapped it around Stevens neck and tried to strangle him to death before Security broke in and brought Stevens to Medical."

HS: "And even then, Frank…that wasn't enough to keep Owens away. He broke in the Training Room as the Resident Doctor was stitching up Stevens and went after Stevens and his head-gash once again! And in a sickening moment, Stevens laughed off the attack of Owens. He knew that he got in Owens' head."

FJ: "And Stevens continued the following week, Herb. Ray came out and spoke his mind to the Phillips Arena fans in Atlanta. Ray Owens justified his points about Stevens and how he was a piece of trash…but Stevens didn't wait around for Ray to finish speaking his mind. Brian Stevens and Onslaught broke onto the scene and dumped DRAINO down the throat of Owens! They tried to poison him, Herb! Again, another case of Stevens sinking to an all new low."

HS: "But Ray Owens would have his revenge the following week, Frank. Brian Stevens ran his mouth all week, talking about how Ray Owens was a defeated man. Ray Owens put an end to that talk when he wrapped a bull rope around the neck of Brian Stevens and hanged him over the top rope, trying to kill him the same way Stevens and DI tried to take him out!"

FJ: "And fortunately for Stevens, DI ran in and broke up the hanging. All that happened over the course of a handful of weeks, AWA Faithful. This war? It's beyond personal. I don't even think there is a word that sums up the animosity between these two people."

HS: "This war? It explodes tonight. It will undoubtedly rival the match Stevens and NHL had at Classic last year in terms of just pure, raw, unadulterated violence."

FJ: "Oh, no doubt."

HS: "And…Frank. With us only being seconds away from this match starting, I have to ask you…what are the keys for victory tonight?"

FJ: "Simple. Brian Stevens needs to put his behind the scenes baggage behind him. It's no secret that he's been jailed and slapped with a hefty lawsuit by Maria Clarke over the past two weeks. Stevens needs to forget about that and not let those issues consume him while he's in this match. Stevens hasn't had to wrestle since these charges against him were filed so it will be interesting to see how it affects him."

HS: "And what about Ray Owens? What are his keys to victory tonight?"

FJ: "Ray Owens has been out of the AWA full time for years. Since his retirement, he's wrestled in 3 matches. One against Lars Fredrickson. One in Steel Cage Survival against Lars and DI. One against John Williams at last year's Classic. I don't want to say that he'll suffer from ring rust because I'm sure he won't. He's Ray Owens. However, sparring and training in your own gym with people you trust is simply not the same with stepping in the ring with a prick like Stevens, who only wants to hurt and embarrass you. While Owens is one of the best this sport has ever produced, tonight will perhaps be his toughest challenge ever. Also, given the fact of what Stevens has done to Ray and his family, Owens needs to not let his rage and hatred for Stevens blind him. Victory is the key. Winning the World Title is the objective. He can't let that get too far out of his mind, no matter how badly he wants revenge."

HS: "And with that…it's time. Let's go down to Ring Announcer Nick Edwards."

DING! DING! DING!

(AWA Ring Announcer Nick Edwards, dressed in a black suit with a wine colored tie, stands proudly center ring with a microphone to his lips and AWA Senior Official Chuck Ford standing by his side.)

NICK EDWARDS: "Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is a Falls Count Anywhere match for the AWA World Heavyweight Title!"

(The fans in the Scottrade Center in St. Louis, Missouri go absolutely berserk. The applause is deafening. Suddenly, the lights in the arena slowly dim and "Parabola" by Tool starts to blare over the PA System. The arena is completely on it's feet, chanting in unison: "OWENS! OWENS! OWENS!")

FJ: "Jesus Christ…listen to these people."

HS: "They are rabid in their support for Ray Owens and, given all that he's gone through with Stevens, how can't they be?"

(Finally, the place gets even louder once Ray Owens steps out from the "O" tunnel and onto the stage. Lights dance wildly to the music as the hooded Ray Owens slowly, confidently, and calmly walks the entrance ramp. Ray doesn't slap hands. He doesn't acknowledge the cheers. He just walks towards the ring. Towards his destiny.)

FJ: "Damn…he looks like Ray Owens circa 2002."

HS: "He looks as if he hasn't aged a day."

FJ: "I mean, even with the Hoodie on and unzipped, his body looks amazing. And I mean that in the straightest way possible. The only difference from the height of his career until now is the scar in the middle of his chest from Brian Stevens."

HS: "And, to his credit, he didn't bandage it. He didn't cover it. He didn't hide it. He's wearing it like a badge, proud and defiant."

(Ray Owens reaches the bottom of the ramp and walks his way to the ring steps. He takes every step quick and calculating until he reaches the ring apron where he wipes off the soles of his wrestling boots before stepping in between the middle and top rope. Owens throws back his hood and raises his arms proudly into the air…and then a SEA of streamers fly into the ring.)

HS: "What a show of respect by the St. Louis fans in attendance, Frank. In Japan, Streamers are the ultimate sign of respect that an audience can show a wrestler. The sight…it's overwhelming. It's absolutely breathtaking."

(Owens no sells the streamers. That's not to say he's ungrateful…but his mind and body and soul are focused completely on Stevens and the World Title…and it shows. Owens finds his corner and PA's hit the ring to clear it from the black streamers that have littered the ring. Owens removes his Hoodie and leans against the turnbuckle…patiently waiting for Stevens.)

FJ: "These fans won't shut up for Owens, Herbie. It's…seriously like nothing I've ever heard before. Hell, if I didn't know any better, you'd think this was the second coming of Jesus or something."

(Another "OWENS! OWENS! OWENS!" cheer breaks out but seconds later…it's squashed as all the lights in the arena go black.)

FJ: "HERE WE GO!"

(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. As synthesizers join the guitar, a flood of green flashing lights join into the fray. Suddenly, the drums kick in and we go into the second intro. The trademark wind machine and smoke machines are blowing wildly as finally, AWA World Champion Brian Stevens makes his entrance through the "O" tunnel. The fans go crazy booing the Hell out of Stevens as he walks on the stage while the chaotic smoke and wind violently whip and breeze past him and his new ring jacket, now hood-free.)

HS: "As of tonight, Brian Stevens has held the AWA World Title for 112 days. Since beating Snake for the World Title March 18th, Brian Stevens has been virtually unbeatable. He has beaten and overcome the challenges of Snake, NHL, John Williams, Logan Alexander, Gabriel, Javex Valerius, AC Smith, Jai Williams, Preston Alway and tonight, Brian Stevens goes head to head with arguably his toughest challenge to date. Ray Owens. "The Hot Shot!" "The Hitman!" Tonight may be Brian Stevens' last day with that title belt around his waist."

FJ: "Or tonight could be Brian Stevens' legacy defining moment! Tonight could be the match that takes Stevens from Champion to GOD!"

(After a few seconds on the stage glaring into the ring, Brian Stevens unzips his new ring jacket to expose his physic and, more importantly, the AWA World Title strapped comfortably around his waist. Stevens smirks at the on looking Owens before walking down the ramp towards the ring. Once at the bottom of the ramp, Stevens smugly walks the outside of the ring until he's at the opposite corner of Owens. Stevens quickly leaps up onto the ring apron, climbs the turnbuckle on the outside of the ring, unstraps the World Title and defiantly holds the belt in the air. Boasting. Challenging Owens to take it from him. Stevens bares a toothy grin. Owens remains cold and emotionless.)

HS: "STAREDOWN! These two men are GLARING a hole through one another!"

FJ: "This is going to be amazing. This is going to be near-orgasmic."

(Stevens leaps down from the turnbuckle and into the ring. Stevens removes his new ring jacket while handing off the World Title to Chuck Ford. Ford stands center ring and holds the belt high above his head and the fans in the arena clap in appreciation. Both men stand across from the other. Both men are focused. Both men are prepared. Both men are ready for WAR!)

DING! DING! DING!

HS: "And there's the bell."

(Brian Stevens immediately power walks confidently out of his corner and Ray Owens isn't far behind, following suit. Both men meet center ring and just as soon as they get there, Brian Stevens bitch slaps Ray Owens. Owens doesn't waste any time looking shocked or surprised or disgusted…instead, Ray shoves Brian Stevens just about as hard as he can. Stevens stumbles backwards to the ropes, but catches his footing and rebounds back at Ray fact and furious. Stevens explodes at the head of Owens with a Yakuza Kick, but Ray is quick to step underneath the fast feet of Stevens. Brian Stevens, realizing the he didn't connect, quickly spins around to Owens and is greeted with a Step-up Enziguri.)

HS: "Nice connection on that Enziguri by Owens. Stevens is staggered!"

(Stevens is quick to find his balance and shakes off the cobwebs after only seconds. Owens doesn't seem to care about Brian Stevens' well being nor should he and instead of waiting for the World Champion to get his bearings about him, Ray Owens falls back to the ropes and bursts at Stevens with a furious Lariat! Stevens traps the incoming arm of Ray Owens and quickly steps behind, locks the waist and hit's an absolutely sickening Overhead Half Nelson suplex! The momentum of the suplex sends Ray tumbling until his body falls limp and hard on the outside of the ring! The fans start buzzing from the impact of that amazingly rare suplex.)

FJ: "Ray Owens may have just snapped his neck! Brian Stevens just dumped Owens right on the back of his neck and head! Ugh…that was disgusting."

HS: "You're right, Frank. Ray Owens' own full body weight collapsed right on his head and neck. And…maybe fortunately for Ray, his momentum from that Suplex sent him to the outside, where he has a moment to possibly recover."

FJ: "He's going to need that moment and more, Summers."

(Surprisingly, Ray Owens fights his way back up to his feet…but damn…he looks out of it. He looks rough for sure. With a glazed over look glued on Owens face, Stevens takes notice…it's time to fly.)

HS: "Brian Stevens, the AWA World Champion…he's sizing Ray Owens up, Frank."

FJ: "Brian Stevens is perhaps the most well-versed Champion this company has ever had, especially at his Heavyweight Stature. In short, this kid can fly!"

(Brian Stevens smirks as he hit's the ropes nearest to Ray Owens and explodes at to the opposite side where he rebounds with an ungodly amount of speed before leaping through the middle and top ropes, tucking his body and somersaulting right through Ray Owens.)

HS: "TOPE CON HILO! TOPE CON HILO! Ray Owens went down as if he was SHOT!"

FJ: "But both men are down. Brian Stevens looks to have perhaps gotten too much momentum on that suicide dive and shot himself too far beyond Owens."

HS: "What did he land on?"

FJ: "His…lower back, I think. It was hard to tell from the angle the camera shot it at."

(Indeed, both men are in a heap just at the bottom edge of the Entrance Ramp. Stevens is indeed clutching at his lower back while Ray Owens is clutching at his skull, and rightfully so. After a good half-minute on the ground, both men start to stir. Brian Stevens is up to his feet first and it doesn't take the Strong Style Legend long to light up the chest of Ray Owens with some unique chops. Owens staggers and starts heading up the Entrance Ramp for a little breathing room. Stevens pursues and it doesn't take long for Owens to place a boot in the gut of Stevens out of desperation. Stevens buckles over and Owens riffles off a vicious forearm. Owens head butts the back off the head of Stevens, who is still buckled and gasping for breathe before looking out to the crowd…and Owens smiles.)

FJ: "What the hell is he smiling about?"

HS: "Something devious has crept into the skull of Ray Owens, Frank! Ray Owens is ready to kick things up a bit!"

(Indeed he is. Ray Owens traps the head and leg of Stevens and walks the tandem over to the edge of the Entrance ramp and, while only being halfway up the ramp, Owens seems content with his positioning. In one foul, sickening motion…Ray Owens T-Bone Suplex' Brian Stevens up and over and into the crowd!! Owens and Stevens' body smack hard on the concrete and chairs below. Both men are down and the fans immediately start up a rabid "OWENS! OWENS! OWENS!" chant.)

HS: "Ray Owens just…T Bone Suplex Brian Stevens into the crowd! Brian Stevens' probable back injury? It just got a whole hell of a lot worse!"

FJ: "And so did Ray Owens' head and neck, Herbie. Ray landed right on the back of his head. Again. By this point, I feel confident that Ray probably has a concussion or that he's gonna need some Neck Surgery because he's literally killing his body tonight."

(Owens is the first up to his feet and Stevens is still down and barely moving. Owens walks over to Stevens' body and boots the Champ in the gut. Owens grabs a folding chair from the million or so that have been abandoned and throws it down hard on the body of Stevens…and surprisingly, the chair has seemed to awaking Stevens, who fights up to his feet and tries running away from Ray. Owens pursues the Champ and, every time Stevens slows down, Owens peppers Stevens with lefts and rights.)

HS: "Brian Stevens looks to be in a world of trouble, Frank. He's trying to head for higher ground, as they say…but can't get any distance between himself and Ray Owens."

FJ: "That is going to be the tale of the tape, Herb. Brian Stevens can't let Owens get too fired up, like he is now. Ray is very emotional and he's looking for revenge. Enough said."

(Owens grabs a handful of Brian's jet black locks and throws him down hard a small flight of stairs. It doesn't take Ray long to find a garbage can and quickly, Ray tosses the heavy plastic Rubbermaid container on Stevens' body, catching him mostly in the ribs and stomach.)

FJ: "What was once looking promising for Stevens has now become his unraveling. Brian Stevens had the upper hand just minutes ago but goddamn it, Ray Owens has owned him the moment they went into the crowd."

HS: "Hell, Owens has had his number since that T-Bone Suplex."

FJ: "Good call."

(Stevens starts crawling along the guardrail, just past the feet of the fans. Through the muck and the mire, Brian Stevens does everything in his now-limited abilities to distance himself from Owens…but Owens doesn't flinch. He doesn't budge. Simply put, he doesn't care. Owens grabs some trash from the fallen can and starts hurling items at Stevens. BAM! A half-drank Soda clips Stevens in the back of the head. THUD! A glass beer bottle hits Stevens right in the upper back and perhaps fortunately for the fans, it doesn't break.)

FJ: "F that. Brian Stevens just had a friggin' glass beer bottle smack full speed into his body."

HS: "And it didn't give an inch. That's some fine glass."

FJ: "Thank you very much Bud Light."

(Owens picks up a steel chair and starts following Stevens down the front aisle to intersect him. Stevens tries desperately to kick out the feet of Owens, but Ray simply steps back and avoids the desperation strikes. It doesn't take Ray long to hoist the chair up and drive the head of the chair straight downward into the gut and back of Stevens.)

HS: "Smart by Owens. He's focusing on what seems to be a hurt midsection and back area of Stevens, steaming from the Tope Con Hilo and furthered by the T-Bone Suplex…"

FJ: "…and the damn Bud Light bottle."

HS: "And he's not wasting momentum with those chair shots. He's not blindly swinging, Frank. He's taking the head of the chair and driving the slight point or curve into the bones in Stevens' vertebrae, back, and midsection."

FJ: "It's a dissection."

(Stevens writhes in pain and screams some expletives. Classy. Finally…Owens has seen enough of this and he drags Stevens up by his hair and is quick to front face lock Stevens and in a near-Suplex motion, Ray hoists Stevens up before gutting him on the guardrail. Stevens immediately throws his head back in pain…but in that time, Owens has already reached down and grabbed the Steel Chair and he slams it right into the face of Stevens which is greeted with a collective "OHH!!" from the AWA Faithful.)

FJ: "Well…I think we can rest assured that Stevens won't be banging any Hollywood Starlets tonight after that Chair Shot."

HS: "Oh, poor Brian Stevens."

(Stevens falls backwards and crumbles hard on the protective mats surrounding ringside. Owens stands up in a fans chair and raises his now-dented Steel Chair high into the air. The fans react favorably…"OWENS! OWENS! OWENS!" Stevens starts to stir on the other side of the guardrail and it takes Ray a moment to notice…but he does. Owens hopes over the guardrail, not before grabbing his neck slightly as the jolt may have slightly reaggravated his neck injury from the Half Nelson Suplex from the beginning of this contest.)

HS: "Ray Owens is in pursuit of Stevens and, wisely, staying on the AWA World Champion."

FJ: "He seems to have things well in…hand…or not."

(Just as Frank was giving credit to Ray Owens…Brian Stevens finally buys himself some breathing room as he boots a too self assured "Hot Shot" in the nuts. Owens immediately falls to his knees and clutches at his junk. Stevens slides towards Owens, hurt, and hit's a devastatingly stiff kick to the side of Owens' head as only Stevens can.)

HS: "…damn. Stevens really CAN hit a kick that destructive from literally anywhere."

FJ: "Told ya. That's why he's the Strong Style Legend…it's not like Japan just hands out nicknames like that, Herbie."

(Surprisingly, Stevens is up to his feet. Damn. And, not to anyone's surprise, it doesn't take long for Stevens to totally disrespect Owens as he spits right in his face.)

FJ: "Well…that harkens back to Wrestlefest 05."

HS: "Eerie."

FJ: "You don't say…"

(Stevens clutches his back for a second before, again, swearing out loud to serve himself some comfort. Stevens shakes his head, obviously pissed off. It's his turn to ruin Owens' night. Stevens brushes Owens with some kicks, just toying with him. Stevens boots Owens in the high thigh, butt region, which makes Owens pop up where Stevens hit's a stiff kick across the chest of Owens. Owens immediately falls backwards and Stevens chuckles. Stevens attempts a soccer kick to the skull of Owens, but Owens barely has the wherewithal to move and roll. Owens is quick to get up to his feet but Stevens isn't messing around as he charges in at Owens and takes him down hard to the outside mats with a STO not unlike Brock Lesnar's. Owens landed right back on that head-neck that he was favoring. Not good.)

HS: "Ugh…there's a concussion."

FJ: "If he didn't already have one."

HS: "It's terrible to even have to beg that question, but given the Half Nelson Suplex, the Tope Con Hilo and now the STO? It's almost a given that Stevens rattled the brain of Owens."

FJ: "And, it should be noted that this injury is far more common in the opponents of Stevens over other wrestlers. The offense of Stevens focuses almost exclusively on the head and neck and upper back. It's his trademark and as much as people hate him, it's totally legal and it's in fact very smart strategy as all his pet moves focus on the head."

HS: "Wow. A very astute observation."

(Owens rolls over on his stomach and a small trickle of blood pours out of his mouth. Not good.)

HS: "Is Ray bleeding? My god…Ray's bleeding!"

FJ: "Don't freak out, Summers. I don't think it's internal bleeding. Far from it…I think he just bit his tongue on the STO and from it's surprise and connection on the floor."

HS: "Let's hope so, Frank."

(Owens starts crawling on his hands and knees…but Ray stops himself to check to blood. Stevens, on the other hand, has made himself a phantom as Ray is more worried about his own blood. Stevens winks at the referee, who is pleading with Stevens to give Owens some room. Stevens quickly raises a leg over Owens and hovers…targeting…focusing…CRACK! Stevens unloads a stiff Hook Kick right to the back of Owens' skull and Owens immediately crumbles. Stevens shrugs at the ref and chuckles, knowing that it's totally legal.)

HS: "…Ray Owens is knocked out."

FJ: "…and if the STO didn't give Ray a concussion, that patented Hook Kick from Stevens just did the trick."

(Stevens grabs a handful of Ray Owens' long black hair to lift him off the ground…but he's unresponsive. Stevens smiles and shakes his head. And…for whatever reason, instead of pinning Ray…Brian deadlifts the body of Ray Owens off the ground and in a impressive feat of strength, Brian hoists the limp body of Owens from the ground and onto the ring apron where Stevens shoves Owens' body from underneath the rope further into the ring.)

FJ: "Oh wow…damn."

HS: "The strength is impressive, yes…but why in God's name didn't Stevens just pin Ray Owens."

FJ: "Well…I don't have a good answer for that one but he damn well should have."

(The reason some becomes clear as a wicked smile creeps across the full lush lips of Brian Stevens. Stevens quickly throws up the ring skirt and…god no.)

HS: "Is that…?"

FJ: "Shi…not again…"

HS: "DRAINO!? He's got DRAINO!?"

(Indeed he does. Stevens beams proudly as he undoes the cap with a nonchalant spin and tosses it aside. Stevens slides stalkingly into the ring and holds the Draino up for all to see. Finally, Stevens grabs the hair of Owens and lifts his limp body up to make things easier for the force feeding, or poisoning…both would be accurate.)

HS: "Goddamn it, NO! This match is already too damn personal! This war? It's already gone too far! If Stevens does this? This match is done! It's over!"

FJ: "This…this is going too far. AGAIN! This is going too damn far!"

(We pan the crowd, trying to pull away from the shot of this sickening image. We see small children crying. They are seeing their hero fail. We see crying girls, spanning all ages. They are watching their crush being broken. A general hush of concern has befallen the Scottrade Center in St. Louis…but no! WHAT!? The fans erupt!)

HS: "GO TO THE RING! GO TO THE RING, DAMN IT!"

FJ: "Thank god…"

(We see the bottle of Draino out of the hands of Stevens and off to the edge of the ring, where it's contents are pouring out. We see Stevens buckled over in pain…but from what? It becomes clear…Owens has a handful of Stevens' nuts and goddamn it, he's clamping down! Finally, Owens and Stevens are eye to eye as Owens has pulled himself off the mat by the grace of Stevens' nads. BAM! Owens head butts Stevens and Stevens tries to reel…but he can't! Owens doesn't relinquish his death grip on Stevens. Owens pulls Stevens back in and BAM! Another head butt!! Finally, Owens lets go of Stevens' teste satchel and grabs Stevens by the back of his Jet Black hair and tosses him up and over the top rope where Stevens' body crashes with a sickening thud.)

HS: "Did…did Ray Owens just have a handful of Stevens?"

FJ: "HAHA. Yeah."

HS: "HAHAHA! Well…that'll change the course of a match in a hurry."

FJ: "HA! Yes…yes it will. Damn…"

(Owens shakes his head, trying to get his wits about him. Finally, he pursues Stevens to the outside, but stops on the ring apron. Ray Owens instead sizes up Stevens and once Stevens returns dazed to his feet, Owens explodes at Stevens and hit's a Somersault Senton. Both men hit the ground, with Stevens definitely taking the worst of it. Owens is almost immediately up to his feet and he screams out in passion! The fans are on their feet! They're rockin'! They're on fire! Owens doesn't waste any time and he drags the sorry carcass of Brian Stevens up off the protective floor and Irish Whips him with authority into the far Guardrail! Stevens crumbles from the pain as his back is officially a damn mess! Owens power walks over to Stevens with bad intentions and again grabs his Jet Black hair and this time, Ray Owens walks Stevens over to the ring post and drives his forehead right into the black post! Stevens crumbles, but holds himself up by the post…and by god, he's bleeding!!!)

HS: "Ray Owens just busted open Brian Stevens! Ray Owens just forced open the skull of the AWA World Champion!"

FJ: "And that's no small gash, Herb! Brian Stevens is bleeding and bleeding badly."

(Indeed he is. A steady stream of blood starts to mask the face of Stevens. The white face paint Stevens was wearing is now completely covered. Owens swears something into the ear of Stevens, probably something insulting and demeaning, and tosses his sorry ass back into the ring. Owens slides in right after the bloody Stevens. "C'MON STEVENS!" shouts Owens as he drags Stevens up to his feet…but Stevens can barely keep his footing. The blood loss is making him woozy. Owens bitch slaps Stevens before kicking him in the gut and locking him in for a front chancery. Owens lifts Stevens up for a Suplex…but instead he drops the legs of Stevens across the top rope and slingshots Stevens aggressively down to the mat with his variation of the suplex.)

HS: "Slingshot Suplex by Owens!"

FJ: "Stevens is gushing like a stuck pig, Summers. Owens NEEDS to cover."

(Owens does indeed cover.)

HS: "Pinfall attempt. 1...2...no. Stevens kicks out…but just barely."

(Owens takes a deep breath before grabbing Stevens by his hair, which is now stained in blood, and drags him up to his feet. Ray doesn't waste time and immediately twists and contorts Stevens until he hit's a Terry Funk Hangman's Neckbreaker. Again, Ray Owens covers.)

HS: "Again, Ray Owens wisely covers and only a two count."

FJ: "This is smart by Owens. It obviously only takes 3 seconds to win and with every passing second in this match, Stevens will almost assuredly become more and more light headed from the loss of blood. Owens needs to keep covering."

(Owens just frustrated and again, Owens drags Stevens up by his now-Crimson locks. Owens head butts Stevens and staggers Stevens to the ropes. Owens shoots Stevens to the ropes and, as only he can, Owens powers Stevens up and drives him down violently with the Tilt-A-Whirl Backbreaker. Stevens falls hard to the mat off of Owens' knee and Owens just takes a deep breath, collecting his thoughts.)

FJ: "Stevens needs to do something here. Something drastic, otherwise he obviously won't be walking out of St. Louis CHAMPION."

(Owens mounts Stevens and starts dropping fists into the gash on Stevens' forehead. Shot after shot, Owens reigns down with furious rage and precision. Finally, Owens drags Stevens up to his feet, but not before screaming "Get up, you son of a bitch." Owens is able to get Stevens up to his feet and unloads with a couple forearm shots before sprinting to the ropes. Owens twists and attempts a Discus Lariat…but in a moment of desperation, Stevens bridges back in a Matrix-type maneuver and ducks under Owens' Lariat attempt. Stevens returns to a vertical base and when Owens turns around to react to Stevens, he is connected with a STIFF straight kick to the point of the jaw. Both men collapse in a heap near the other.)

HS: "INCREDIBLE! Brian Stevens just, in perhaps the moment of the night, bridged back and avoided Ray Owens' Lariat attempt, returned to a fighting position and DROPS Owens with a thrust kick!"

FJ: "THAT is why Brian Stevens is the World Champion!"

(Both men are sucking wind. Both men are barely stirring. Both men are in the fight of their lives!)

FJ: "The resilience of Brian Stevens is absolutely second to none! Like him or hate him, it's undeniable!"

(Both men start fighting their ways to their feet and almost simultaneously, both men arrive to a vertical base…but Stevens has his wits about him and quickly rushes at Owens and hit's a sick front dropkick that sends Owens flying backwards from mid-ring to the turnbuckle. Owens tries to leave the corner, but Stevens is already on him and rushes into the corner with a lightning fast leaping back elbow. Owens rocks back hard into the corner and Stevens quickly whips Owens out of the corner to the opposite side, not allowing his foe to breath. Stevens follows Owens in with his cartwheel kick.)

HS: "TIDAL WAVE BY STEVENS!"

FJ: "Did you see the air he got after that cartwheel? DAMN!"

(Stevens isn't done. The Punk Rock Phenom is quick to hit the ropes across from Owens and sprints back in at the slumped Owens and lunges at the skull of Owens with a sick knee. Stevens connects. Stevens rests in the ropes after connecting while Owens crumbles to the mat.)

FJ: "Stevens is exhausted. Between the last rush of offense and him getting his ass kicked for the past couple of minutes, I can't say I blame him."

HS: "No question."

(Stevens has caught his breath. Even though he is still losing blood, it seems to have slowed a bit. Stevens grabs Owens by his hair and leads him out of the corner…but quickly, Owens traps Brian Stevens in a Small Package!)

FJ: "SMALL PACKAGE!"

HS: "And you said it with a straight face! 1...2...NO! Kickout by Stevens!"

(Brian Stevens kicks out with authority and answers Owens back right away by not letting Owens recover. Instead, Stevens starts dropping Ultimate Knees right to the face of Owens. One after the other, Stevens goes right back to work on the head and skull of Owens. Finally…and perhaps inevitably…Owens is busted open.)

HS: "Brian Stevens' greatest asset, his striking, has done what was perhaps doomed to happen…Brian Stevens just busted open Ray Owens right above his left eye."

(Stevens sees the blood and a grin finds his way across his lips and spreads like wildfire. Stevens sees that Owens is slow to move…it's time to capitalize. Stevens rolls until he's outside of the ring. Seconds later, Brian Stevens flips up the ring skirt and pulls out a wood table from underneath the ring. The fans buzz as Stevens slides the table into the ring.)

FJ: "Stevens has wood."

HS: "…clever."

(Ray Owens sees that he's in trouble. He has blood in and around his mouth and now blood is flowing into his eyes. Owens kips up to the mat once Stevens gets back into the ring. Owens hits punch after punch on Stevens…but Stevens brushes it off, still feeling high on his second wind. Stevens cracks Owens with a stiff kick to the chest, a backhand, a leaping knee strike and finally staggers Owens to the ropes where Stevens hit's the returning Owens with his now-famed Palm Strike!)

HS: "PALM STRIKE!"

FJ: "He's retired Jeff Christianson with that Palm Strike! He's beaten Orlando Ortega in three seconds with that Palm Strike! That one strike is perhaps the most deadly in this sport!"

(Stevens sees Owens down and out…and covering him is never even on his mind. Stevens is tunnel-vision and dead set on setting up that table…and he does. Brian Stevens sets the table up and props it in the corner. Stevens takes a deep breath and turns back to Owens. Stevens drags Owens up and drags Owens by his long black hair. Stevens is in the corner. Owens is in the corner and bad intentions fill the air. Stevens grabs the arm of Owens and tries tucking it between his own legs…)

FJ: "What's he going for, Herb?"

HS: "Wrist Clutch Exploder would be my guess. It's a pet move of Stevens and…wait!!!"

(Owens is able to free his arm and immediately starts driving his elbow into the temple of Stevens. BAM! BAM! BAM! Elbow after elbow connects. Stevens pushes Owens off and Ray hit's the ropes. Stevens gets the hell away from the table, but that doesn't save him from get rocked by a Roaring Elbow. Stevens clutches his jaw. Owens sees Stevens is hurt and he hit's the ropes again…but Stevens surprises Owens with a Rolling Capo Kick as soon as he rebounds…but damn it, Owens is on his game! Owens leaps up and over and rolls back up to his feet and as soon as Stevens is back up, Owens attempts a Mafia Kick! Stevens ducks underneath and Owens is caught on the turnaround into a fireman's carry.)

HS: "Oh man! What an exchange…wait….NO!!!"

(Stevens screams as he takes Owens in the Fireman's Carry and rushes across the ring, towards the table. Finally…violently…Brian Stevens drives the head and neck of Owens through the table with the Krush Rush!!! Both men crash hard with Owens obviously taking the worst of it!)

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

HS: "I couldn't agree more."

(Stevens is the first to stir and he starts crawling out of the table debris.)

CROWD: "THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!"

(Stevens distances himself directly across the ring from Owens…and Stevens starts digging into his boot.)

FJ: "Herbie…it's time for Ray Owens to be formally introduced to The Butcher!"

(Indeed…it is that time. Brian Stevens pulls out a metal fork from his boot in his sick tribute to Abdullah The Butcher. Stevens glares at the weapon and smiles confidently…but he doesn't look across the ring because Ray Owens has been digging in his boot the entire damn time! Ray Owens pulls out a fork as well! Both men slowly get to their feet…both men are oblivious that the other is wielding a weapon.)

HS: "Is…does Ray Owens have a fork!?"

FJ: "HE STOLE STEVENS' MOVE! OR….WEAPON!"

HS: "He's on the same damn page as Stevens!"

FJ: "This could get bloody."

(Finally…both men turn towards the other and finally, they both see what the other is wielding. Both men are breathing heavy as they look on at the other. Hatred is prevalent. The animosity is palpable. Finally…without waring, both men lunge at the other! BAM! Both men take a fork to the forehead. The crowd instinctively "OHHS!")

HS: "I…can't watch."

FJ: "I don't blame you, Summers…this is gonna get ugly."

(BAM! Both men again drive the fork into each other's heads and both stagger away from each other. BAM! Again! Both men strike metal to forehead and both fumble…and finally, it's time to get serious! Both men gut it up and stand center ring and repeatedly drive the fork into each other's skull! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! Over and over…until, surprisingly, Stevens staggers and drops his fork! Owens kicks it away and out of the ring as Stevens is completely covered in his own blood. "DIE!!!" screams Owens as he hit's the ropes and rushes back at Stevens, swinging the fork wildly…but Stevens had been playing possum and takes the arm of Owens, blocks the strike, swings the body of Owens with his own momentum…ACE CRUSHER!)

HS: "Ace Crusher! Ace Crusher!"

FJ: "He's won titles with that, Summers! The Ace Crusher has been the finisher of Stevens longer than any other move he utilizes! THIS IS DONE!"

(Stevens can't cover! He just lays on the mat, trying to regain his bearings. His blood is flowing freely. He is a mess…and so is Owens. Maybe just as bad. However, through intestinal fortitude, Stevens rolls over and covers Owens.)

FJ: "PINFALL!"

HS: "1...2...3..NO! NO! NO! Kickout by Owens at the last possible second!"

FJ: "No f'ing way!"

(Stevens is slow to get up. Owens is moving about the same. And maybe by some strange act of God, both men return to their feet simultaneously. Somehow, Stevens has it in him to flip Owens off before pimp slapping Owens. Owens, shockingly, slaps Stevens right back! The fans explode and are completely elated! Stevens forearms Owens! Owens forearms Stevens! Stevens hit's a spinning side kick to the gut of Owens and quickly hit's the ropes! Stevens looks to be going for his Lariat, but Owens is wise to it and falls to his back, hooks the leg and rolls through with the half crab. Owens quickly turns the half grab into a death lock on the legs before reaching up and cross facing the face of Stevens! Ray Owens has it locked in! IT'S THE SWEEPER!)

FJ: "Sweet Jesus!"

HS: "Out of no where, Ray Owens has Brian Stevens locked in The Sweeper right in the middle of the ring! The Scottrade is going nuts! They can sense it! They can taste it! Hell…they want it!"

FJ: "Ray Owens is going to submit Brian Stevens. Unreal."

(Stevens cries out in pain. Blood is running down his face like a faucet. The blood is in his eyes. It runs into his open mouth, which is already struggling to suck wind. His hair is caked in blood. Stevens crawls and crawls and is determined to reach the ropes…and finally…he stops! The fans can sense it! Stevens is just seconds away from tapping out…)

HS: "Brian Stevens' 112 day reign is about to end!! Brian Stevens is about to tap, tap, tap!"

FJ: "Then why is he smiling, Herb?"

HS: "Wait…WHAT!?"

(Brian Stevens is indeed smiling and laughing as in his hand, unbeknownst to the cameramen and announcers, is the fork Owens had before the Ace Crusher! Stevens starts jabbing the fork into the hand and arm of Owens. Finally, Owens HAS to relinquish the hold as his arm is full of new holes and blood.)

HS: "You touched on it earlier, Frank. Brian Stevens may be the most opportunistic, resilient World Champion the AWA has ever had."

FJ: "It may not have been pretty, but damn it…it's rare for ANYONE to break The Sweeper and Brian Stevens just did it. That in itself should earn him a medal or some sort of trophy."

(Owens clutches his hand as he returns to his feet…but he brushes it off. Owens has had worse. Instead, Owens drags a barely conscious Brian Stevens up to his feet and Owens quickly tucks the head of Stevens between his legs. Owens signals for the end with a throat slitting motion. Owens gut wrenches Stevens up….POWERBOMB! Owens keeps his fingers and hands locked and powers Stevens up again…and this time Ray Owens Powerbombs Stevens into the table debris from earlier! The crowd all gasps at the spectacle.)

HS: "DOUBE SHOT!"

FJ: "The sickest Double Shot Powerbomb I have ever freakin' seen! RIGHT INTO THE TABLE DEBRIS, Herb!"

(Owens kneels next to Stevens. He is sucking wind. He is taking in the broken body of Stevens. Owens can feel it. The fans can feel it. The St. Louis fans chant "NEW WORLD CHAMP! NEW WORLD CHAMP!" Owens covers Stevens and hooks the leg!)

HS: "This is it! 1...2...3...NO! WHAT!? NO! Stevens kicks out!"

FJ: "No goddamn way! NO WAY!"

HS: "Brian…Brian Stevens just kicked out!? BRIAN STEVENS JUST KICKED OUT!"

(Owens' eyes are huge! He can't believe it! Owens immediately grabs AWA Senior Official Chuck Ford by the collar and starts pleading his case. He can't believe it. Stevens rolls out of the debris while this is going on and his back has a huge gash right on the left shoulder black. It starts oozing blood and the camera catches all of it.)

FJ: "Yeesh. That's gonna scar."

HS: "Oh yeah."

(Stevens…driven by who knows what…gets up to his feet! Ray Owens watches on and lets Stevens just up. Stevens begs Owens to hit him and Owens is more than happy to comply. Owens rocks Stevens to the ropes with a forearm and Owens uses the momentum to send Stevens for the ride. Owens catches Stevens and attempts his Tilt-A-Whirl Backbreaker…the Shot in the Dark…but Stevens lands on his feet before Owens can drop Stevens on the knee. Stevens quickly boots Owens in the gut and the fans buzz as Stevens drapes Owens over his shoulder…)

HS: "North Star Driver?!"

FJ: "If he hits it, this baby is done!"

(NO! Owens slides out and rolls through with a pinfall attempt on Stevens. Brian rolls through before the count as his momentum is too much for Owens to ground him. Stevens is up first and charges the still-down Owens with a Shinning Wizard attempt, but Owens ducks under and rolls through to completely avoid any attempt Stevens might make at Black Magic. Owens catches Stevens on the turn around with a picture perfect Shane Douglas-esque Belly to Belly suplex!)

HS: "Ray Owens needs that one last big move! Ray Owens needs to put Stevens away and all it's gonna take is that last big shot!"

(Owens points to the turnbuckle and the fans go nuts! Owens boots Stevens in the gut and he quickly hops outside the ring to the apron and climbs the turnbuckle just as fast as he can…but it's not fast enough! Brian Stevens finds his way to his feet and pushes out the legs of Owens, who crotches himself up top. Stevens quickly snaps off a sick, stiff kick to the face of Ray Owens before drilling Ray with a rising Palm Strike. Stevens climbs up the turnbuckle and finds his balance on the top rope. He starts dragging Owens up with him.)

HS: "Any idea about what Stevens is trying here?"

FJ: "Not even a guess….no."

(Stevens is satisfied with Owens being on the top rope with him and he promptly tucks the head of Ray Owens between his legs. Stevens takes a deep breath and quickly gut wrenches Owens up and in one, breathtaking, astonishing and unforgettable moment, Brian Stevens leaps from the top rope with Owens and crashes into the front couple rows of the audience with a Powerbomb! The crowd immediately busts out with "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHTI! HOLY SHIT!")

HS: "…"

FJ: "Ray Owens is DEAD!"

HS: "…"

FJ: "Brian Stevens…he just POWERBOMBED Ray Owens from the top f'ing rope and into the crowd below! I…I've never seen anything like it. Hell…I'll never see anything like it again!"

HS: "…"

(The fans flood the area. Ray Owens isn't moving. Brian Stevens isn't moving. Chuck Ford fights and weaves his way through the fans as do AWA Camera Crews. Once we get there…we see Brian Stevens crawl slowly over to Ray Owens and drape his arm over Ray's chest. Chuck Ford counts.)

FJ: "1...2...3!!! IT'S OVER! IT'S OVER! Brian Stevens just pinned Ray Owens! Brian Steven is going to Classic!"

HS: "Brian Stevens, in perhaps the most awe inspiring moment I've ever seen in the AWA, just Powerbombed Ray Owens from the ring and the top rope into the crowd! It took THAT MUCH to beat Ray Owens…and NO ONE should ever forget that!"

FJ: "Ray Owens wouldn't die…and Brian Stevens NEVER stopped trying!"

("Jet Black New Year" by Thursday plays over the PA System and Chuck Ford raises the near-limp arm of Brian Stevens, who is still propped on Owens. An AWA Production Assistant hands Chuck Ford the AWA World Title and he helps Stevens to his feet. Stevens grabs the title and holds it above his head. Instead of the typical boo's and hatred…the fans applaud. They applaud both men and they do so in excess. They know they just witnessed something special.)

HS: "This match…this moment…it will go down in the all time greatest moments of AWA History. The fans? They are on their feet giving BOTH MEN, believe it or not, a standing ovation!"

(Stevens falls back down to the ground near the now barely moving Ray Owens. Stevens holds up the belt as we go back to ringside and rejoin Herb and Frank.)

HS: "Frank, do you know what time it is?"

FJ: "It's 10:19 pm est. Why do you ask?"

HS: "That's not what I mean, Frank. I mean to say that it's time for the MAIN EVENT of the evening!"

FJ: "SWEET! LOWER THE CAGE!"

(As if waiting for Frank's voice to set it free, the Hell in a Cell cage begins to lower itself down to the ring. There are AWA officials waiting for it to hit the ground. In the meantime, fans in the arena are screaming very loud, waiting for the match to begin.)

HS: "All night everyone's been waiting for the final confrontation of the evening, with the end result being someone heading to Classic to take on the AWA World Heavyweight Champion Brian Stevens as it stands right now."

(The cage touches the ground and we the buzzing of the arena doesn't stop.)

FJ: "These guys want someone to die here tonight!"

("My Idea Of Fun" by The Stooges hits the PA system. Low emerges from the back with his AWA Tag Team Championship belt around his waist. He walks towards the ring as the fans boo and jeer Low. Some garbage is seen flying towards Low, but it never makes it anywhere near him, falling just short a lot of the time. Low steps through the cage door and rolls into the ring. He takes off his Tag Team Championship belt and hands it to the referee.)

HS: "Low's here right now to set yet some more AWA records. Can he become the first man to win back-to-back King of the Kage tournaments? Can he be the first to win 3 King of the Kage tournaments?"

FJ: "I guess we'll find out soon enough, Herb."

HS: "Low was at one point in time Logan's mentor. And I'm sure that Logan would probably have been in Damage, Inc. had it not been for Low's arrogance and the way he treated Logan."

("Falling Down" starts to play throughout the arena. Several moments later Logan walks out from the entryway. He pauses near the top of the entrance ramp and then spreads his arms wide, displaying the Cruiserweight championship belt around his waist. He basks in the loud cheers of the crowd. He stares down at his opponent in the ring, then walks down the entrance ramp to the ring, slapping the hands of fans along the way. He climbs the ring steps and enters the ring between the top and middle ropes. He watches his opponent for a few moments then heads over to the near corner and climbs up to the second turnbuckle. He holds both hands up and encourages the crowd to cheer. He drops back down to the mat and walks around his side of the ring glancing back at his opponent again. He takes off his sunglasses, puts them in his jacket pocket, then removes his jacket and drops it to the outside of the ring. He turns towards his opponent, then removes the Cruiserweight championship belt, hands it over to the referee.)

FJ: "Logan made up his own mind to get out of Low's shadow. Anyone that's teamed up with Low has felt his wrath. Low doesn't take kindly to failure. If you fail him, you're dead to him. Logan failed him."

HS: "How so?"

FJ: "Hell On Earth 2007. Logan Alexander fails to defeat Nathan Hawthorne-Lee for the AWA World Heavyweight Championship."

HS: "And you think that's the reason Low wants no part of Logan?"

FJ: "Low doesn't take kindly to failure."

HS: "Tonight these two men have been two matches already and are both exhausted. With whatever they have left in their respective tanks, they will dish out all they can in order to win the tournament and advance to King of the Kage."

(Logan and Low step face to face as the cage door is locked shut from the outside by the referees. Senior AWA referee Chuck Ford is assigned this contest and is the only referee inside the cage. Chuck explains to them the rules for the contest and then calls for the bell.)

HS: "And here we go!"

(Low steps away from Logan and Logan takes the opportunity to rush Low. The two immediately lock up in the collar and elbow tie up. Low pushes through it and puts Logan into to a hammerlock. Logan taps his shoulder a few times before he drops to the mat and rolls out of it, reversing it, and then locking it in on Low. Low ducks under Logan's arm and pulls him close and hits a clothesline. Low hops over Logan's downed body, bounces off the ropes and leap frops over a now kneeling Logan Alexander, bounces off the ropes as Logan does the same. The two hit a clothesline on each other and fall to the mat.)

FJ: "It's amazing how these two are wrestling so alike and so quickly. Low was a good apprentice."

HS: "It appears that each man has received his second, well, his THIRD wind here in the early goings of this match."

(Both men hop up from the mat, but Logan gets Low whipped into the ropes. On the rebound, Logan hits a powerslam on Low and goes for the quick cover...)

HS: "...ONE..- Oh, a one count on Low."

(Logan pins Low again...)

FJ: "...ONE...T- And another kick out by Low."

(Logan again pins Low...)

HS: "...ONE...TWO- Low kicks out again. What perfect strategy by Logan Alexander. It costs Low more energy to kick out of the pinning attempts each time and it shows with Low getting that shoulder up a split second later each time."

(Logan gets to his feet and picks up Low. He whips Low into the ropes. Low bounces off and Logan lies prone on the mat as Low leaps over him. Low bounces off the ropes and Logan goes for a clothesline, but pulls away at the last minute letting Low pass. Low hooks his arms on the ropes to stop his momentum and looks at Logan.)

FJ: "Herb, I think you're right about Logan's plan to make Low exhaust himself."

(Low runs up to Logan and locks up. Logan whips Low into the ropes and as Low rebounds, Logan is again prone on the mat. Low runs to Logan, leaps into the air, and drives a knee into Logan's back.)

FJ: "I saw that coming. Low isn't that dumb or naive to allow this to happen much longer. Low knew the second Logan was going for that second pinfall and I'm sure he put Logan into a false sense of security."

HS: "If that's the case, then I wonder if Low taught Logan EVERYTHING he knew."

FJ: "He obviously didn't if Logan didn't see that one coming."

(Low gets up and leaps into the air, driving his knee into Logan's left arm. Logan rolls away grabbing his arm as Low stalks his opponent. Low grabs Logan and pulls him up to his feet and we see an exchange of lefts and rights by the two combatants. Low then kicks Logan in the gut, grabs his left arm, and hits a DDT to his arm. Logan rolls around the mat some more grabbing his left arm. Low gets up to his feet and starts to stomp on Logan's injured appendage.)

FJ: "Smart strategy by Low. If Low takes out Logan's arms, it only leavs Logan with the option to use Perfect Chaos Theory finisher."

HS: "Low is as smart as he is talented and we are witnessing this now. But if Low continues to do this, Logan's batteries can recharge and Low can wear himself out while exerting this effort. These two men are playing against an alarm clock with a silent countdown. Eventually someone's going to hit zero."

(Low picks Logan up and whips him into the corner turnbuckles. Low approaches Logan and rams his shoulder into Logan's midsection a few times before whipping him into the opposite corner. Low grabs Logan and whips him again, but holds onto the left arm of Logan, almost trying to rip it out of its socket. Low yanks down hard on Logan's arm and then whips him into the turnbuckle again, but Logan reverses it and sends Low into the corner turnbuckle. Logan then runs forward and lifts Low over the top rope, dumping him into ringside where he crashes against the mats and rolls up into the cage wall.)

FJ: "What a change here for Logan."

HS: "Putting Low in that position will now allow Logan to catch a breathe and refocus his strategy to make up for his now weakened left arm."

(Logan rolls down to ringside, showing a favoritism towards his left arm, and he picks up Low and whips him into the ring steps. As the steps implode on impact, Logan runs over to Low, hops over what remains of the ring steps, and knees Low in the head - since when Low crashed into the steps, he hit the cage wall in a sitting position. Logan picks up Low and sets him up for a suplex. He tries to nail one, but he can't lift Low. Low tries to hit a suplex, but Logan blocks it and drive's Low's head to the mat with a DDT.)

FJ: "That injured arm is affecting Logan's offensive strategy."

HS: "But he was able to recover quick enough so that Low wouldn't get the advantage and maybe do more damage to that arm now that they are on the outside."

(Logan picks Low up and successfully hits a reverse Russian leg sweep. Low struggles to make it to his feet, but Logan helps him out and whips him into the ring apron stomach first. Low grips his chest and falls to his knees. Logan picks Low up to his feet and tosses him, with the aid of his good arm, into the cage wall. Logan repeatedly slams Low's head and chest into the cage wall over and over again. Logan then grabs Low and rolls him into the ring. Logan slides in and slips on a pinfall...)

HS: "...ONE...TWO...T- Low gets a shoulder up!"

FJ: "Logan was dishing out the punishment. That's not really like him."

HS: "These two met in last year's King of the Kage tournament and Low defeated him to advance to actually win the tournament and then the AWA World Heavyweight Championship from Brian Williams. I do think that Logan is looking for that same opportunity and will stop short of nothing to achieve it."

FJ: "For once, I actually agree with you, Herb."

HS: "Really?"

FJ: "I'm not saying it again."

(Logan wraps Low up and locks in Chaos Theory.)

HS: "Logan has his finisher locked in!"

(Immediately Low breaks free from the hold and rolls to his feet, grabbing Logan's left arm in the process.)

FJ: "See, I told you Low had a plan. Look at how well it unravelled."

(Low goes to kick Logan in the gut, but Logan reverses and grapples Low from behind. Logan, with all the strength he can seemingly muster, lifts up and hits a German suplex on Low. The grip is broken as Logan tried to hold on, but he pulls Low to his feet and grapples him from behind again and hits another German suplex. Logan is able to keep the grip on Low's waist and hits a DVD on Low.)

FJ: "Chaotic Revolution! Can Logan put Low away?"

(Logan grabs Low by the legs and applies his Perfect Chaos Theory to Low - a half turned Scorpion Death Lock.)

HS: "Logan Alexander has that Perfect Chaos Theory locked in. Will Low tap out?"

(Low is scrambling around the ring, trying to find a point of leverage. Low is gasping out in pain, moving closer and closer towards the ropes - something that would normally provide refuge from the pain.)

FJ: "Dammit! You can't use the ropes! Crawl out of the ring! CRAWL!"

HS: "That seems to be the only way Low can get out of this predicament he's gotten himself into."

(Low is fading. He's close to the ropes, trying desperately to make it to the apron to fall out of the ring, but he's fading. The pain Low is experiencing is almost too much and he collapses only mere inches away from his goal.)

FJ: "Is Low out?"

HS: "It appears so. Logan's plan, all along, was to exhaust Low. Maybe his goal was realized? Maybe Low's clock wound down."

(Senior AWA referee, Chuck Ford, reaches down and grabs Low's lifeless arm. He holds it high into the air and releases. The arm falls to the mat like a dead weight.)

FJ: "Oh no! That's one!!"

(Ford grabs Low's hand as Logan's trying to add more pressure to the hold. Ford releases Low's arm and it, again, drops to the mat.)

FJ: "NO! TWO!"

(Logan is applying even more pressure as Chuck Ford grabs Low's hand for maybe the last time. Chuck raises it up into the air and releases it. Low's arm drops to the mat.)

FJ: "NO!"

(But it stops short! Low's hand stops short! Low reaches behind him and grabs Logan's leg and pulls it out from under him, causing him to break the hold. Low rolls immediately backwards and locks in his modified chicken wing-crossface on Logan Alexander.)

HS: "LOW STANDARD!"

FJ: "My standards aren't low."

HS: "The moves Frank!"

FJ: "Oh, right. SWEET!"

(Logan's got no where to go just as Low didn't. He squirms around a bit, but the pressure on his already injured arm is causing him to gasp out in loud cries that start to actually deafen the crowd in attendance.)

FJ: "I've never heard Logan cry so loud before in my entire life."

HS: "He must be in some intense pain."

(Logan's cries soften until they aren't heard anymore. That's because Logan's passed out. Chuck Ford grabs a hold of Logan's free hand and raises it as high as possible. He releases and the hand drops to the mat.)

FJ: "Oh no! That's one!"

(Ford grabs a hold of Logan's hand and raises it into the air. The crowd is on their feet screaming for Logan to break free. Ford releases Logan's arm and it drops to the mat once more.)

FJ: "NO! TWO!"

(Chuck Ford looks down at Logan before grapping his hand for maybe the third time. He raises it into the air and releases it. The arm drops to the mat.)

FJ: "THREE!"

(Logan's hand stops midway and Logan gets a second wind.)

HS: "NO! It's not!"

(Logan struggles to free himself from the Low Standard. He's trying to wiggle free, but it seems that with each maneuver, Low tightens and sharpens his grip. Logan's trying to kick free from the move, but Low has it locked in tight. Logan's struggling is slipping away. Logan's kicking is slowing down. Logan's flailing is simmering. Chuck Ford looks into Logan's face and starts to ask him questions while holding onto his arm.)

FJ: "Is Logan out of it?"

(Chuck Ford immediately hops up to his feet and calls for the bell.)

HS: "Low wins! Low wins back-to-back King of the Kages as well as winning 3 Tournaments in his AWA career."

FJ: "Unbelieveable. What a match. It's a shame for Logan, but what he showed us tonight is that he's ready for a World title shot. He's ready to move into the main event scene."

HS: "That determination alone that he showed all of us here tonight shows exactly what the AWA is all about. Though Logan may have lost this match, he is the epitome of what we strive to do; and that's giving it our all until there's not one last drop of energy left. I see a title opportunity in the future for this young star."

FJ: "Word. So Low wins. Brian wins. Damage, Inc. has had a good night tonight - aside from Smith's underhanded cheap kick to Sir Henry's head."

(Low is lying in the ring completely exhausted. He is helped up to his feet by referee Chuck Ford and the gate to the cage is now unlocked and the other referees pile into the cell with a few getting into the ring.)

HS: "This is what the AWA is all about. We will continue to deliver you top quality shows year round. Join us next Sunday on Shock. For Frank Jackson, I'm Herb Summers saying good night."

(Low raises his arms into the air as confetti falls from the rafters. The scene fades out.)

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