(The AWA logo flashes across the screen and then fades out. We come to a black screen with an image of New York's Madison Square Garden. The screen goes white, with an outline "sketch" of MSG still there. The black lines fly off into different directions and we see the AWA logo fade into the background. The Wrestlefest logo comes up and we see a red "IX" slide out from behind it. From underneath, we see "Time to get your F'IX' at the Fest", where the 'IX' are red to the rest of the font's whiteness.)

(We cut into MSG and see a sea of people cheering and screaming. There are signs in the crowd and large foam fingers. Suddenly the entire arena lights up with a huge array of pyrotechnics. After they stop, we cut to ringside to our announcers.)

HS: "Welcome to Madison Square Garden, the capital of the Sports world! Welcome to Wrestlefest IX: The Relaunch! I'm Herb Summers and alongside me, as always, is Frank Jackson!"

FJ: "Thanks, Herb! Tonight is going to be a great night! We have a Cruiserweight Championship tournament! We have a No Limits Championship match tonight! We have a WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP match tonight! We have a lot of stuff going on, Herb!"

HS: "Tonight we will see a tournament to crown a new Cruiserweight Champion! After Travis Gray stripped all title holders, he booked matches to put people in those places!"

FJ: "We'll also see Sir Nathaniel Henry Lee GBE take on Jeff Christianson for the No Limits Championship! This should be a classic match!"

HS: "And tonight we will witness a three-way dance for the AWA World Heavyweight Championship. Former champion, Brian Stevens, will take on Evan Heir AND the Legendary Low to try to regain his title. With some controversy surrounding Low interjecting himself in the match, this match has become even more of a higher profile match."

FJ: "Damage, Inc. will pull through. It always does!"

HS: "And now it's time to open up the action here at WrestleFest IX! Our opening match: A newcomer, Hollywood, pitted against the returning, self-proclaimed "King of the Cruiserweights," DooM!"

FJ: "He's the guy who chokeslammed that bum Ortega into a garbage truck, right?"

HS: "Much to the delight of everyone in the AWA locker room, yes."

FJ: "SWEET!"

("The Way I Are" by Timbaland hits the speakers as a spotlight hits the stage and Hollywood makes his way out from the back. He plays to the crowd as they boo him, He goes up to a few of the fans in the crowd and attempts to shake their hand but pulls it away before the fan gets a chance. Hollywood slides into the ring and leans against the ropes as if hes posing for everyone as fireworks go off behind him for a moment.)

HS: "Hollywood looks like a very promising newcomer here in the AWA. I hope DooM is pRePared for him!"

FJ: "What's with the weird speak?"

HS: "It's all the rage for some reason..."

(The lights go out in the arena. A red and white glow lines the entranceway. As the colored lights begin to flicker, "I Get Money" by 50 Cent begins to play throughout the arena. As the words "I run New York!" are heard, "Buffalo's Finest" is displayed on the Ameritron. At that moment, the self-proclaimed KING of the Cruiserweights, DooM runs out from the back. He sprints towards the ring, slides under the bottom rope in one fluid motion and lays in the middle of the ring on his side with his hand propping his head up. As the lights come back on, he hops up and takes of his sunglasses, hat and top and hands them to the ringside assistant.)

HS: "And there's DooM! He's been out for quite some time, but he's back and looks great."

FJ: "Of course he looks good. He's the king!"

HS: "Ugh..."

(The bell rings, and both men circle the ring. They eventually lock up, and Hollywood comes away with an Irish whip, catching DooM with a dropkick that sends him back into the ropes. A few quick punches from the newcomer follow, as does another Irish whip, this time resulting in an attempted kick to the gut. DooM blocks it, but Hollywood counters with a strong enziguiri!

DooM wanders around the ring for a few moments, staggering into a hard European uppercut. A series of hard rights to the head follow, and once DooM gets his back to the ropes, Hollywood hits a spinning wheel kick that sends him over the top rope and onto the arena floor! He regroups and slides back in at the count of four, but is met by merciless stomps from Hollywood.)

HS: "This kid can really fight!"

FJ: "I like this guy! He's pRePared!"

HS: "Catchy, huh?

FJ: "You bet!"

(DooM finally gets to his feet and tries to throw a right hand of his own, but Hollywood counters with a quick snap mare before locking in a reverse chinlock on the ground. He adds a few closed-fist punches for good measure, but DooM breaks the hold with a jawbreaker. He then comes off the ropes, but Hollywood leapfrogs. DooM comes off the other set of ropes, but is met by an arm drag that brings him back to the mat. Hollywood covers, but only gets a two-count.

Not discouraged, Hollywood keeps working the arm with a hammerlock. After a few seconds, DooM wiggles out and gets to his feet. The two men lock up, and DooM gets a side headlock. Hollywood, though, counters with a side suplex, and bridges it into a cover. The count: One, two, no, just two!)

HS: "DooM prides himself on being the King of the Cruiserweights, but his crown's in serious jeopardy right now!"

FJ: "At least he's got a worthy successor!"

(DooM springs up and once again tries a lock up. He comes away with an Irish whip, and tries to catch Hollywood in a body slam. However, the newcomer sees it coming and slides through DooM's legs, hitting a solid nutshot in the process as the crowd howls! Seeing that DooM is now on his knees recovering, Hollywood runs off the opposite set of ropes, catching him with a scissor kick that hits DooM squarely in his chin!)

HS: "Hollywood calls that The Spotlight, and right now, it's squarely on him!"

FJ: "Did you see that nutshot? I LOVE IT!"

(Hollywood's not done yet, though. He goes up top, and connects with a huge frog splash!)

HS: "That's another signature move of his, Tampa Time! Here's the cover..."

(Referee Steve Timson is right there to make the count: One, two, three! "The Way I Are" blares over the speakers once again as Hollywood's hand is raised in victory!)

HS: "This is a huge win for Hollywood here in his AWA debut! We may be seeing a new star right in front of our eyes here, Frank!"

FJ: "I hope so! Does this mean that HE'S now the King of the Cruiserweights?!"

HS: "I sure hope not. The last thing we need is a Jerry Lawler rip-off!"

(We cut to a commercial.)

(COMMERCIAL BREAK.)

FJ: "Do you love horror movies as much as I do Herb?"

HS: "I can't say that I do. Why did you ask that anyhow?"

FJ: "Because this next match is going to be like a horror movie! You have the biggest baddest monster in AWA history in Brian Williams and his most willing victim in Jayson Price! It's going to be a slaughter and I love it!"

HS: "Leave it to you to want to see Brian Williams kill someone."

FJ: "Hey death on tv equals ratings. Why else would they have hired Brian Williams back. And bless their hearts for it!"

HS: "You are a sick sick man. But you are discounting one thing Jayson Price has beaten Brian Williams before and from the sounds of him thus far he appears to be in rare form."

FJ: "Of course he is. This is going to be his last stand ha ha!"

(Look What You've done now by Within Temptation and Keith Caputo begins to play as the red mist falls from the ceiling, the mist stops and the lights return to full power as Jayson Price walks towards the ring, a look of pure hatred on his face. He rises up his briefcase with the glass covered glove inside and walks towards the ring. Only to be speared into the guard rail by Brian Williams! Brian nails some monstrous shots to the face and back of the head before grabbing Jayson by his long hair and smashes him face first into the ring steps.. once.. twice.. a third time! Jayson is already bleeding slightly as Brian rips off Misery's suit jacket and chokes him with in finally using it to beal him into the ring. The referee warns Brian after the roughhouse tactics but he doesn't seem to care. He raises his hands to the booing crowd who continue to.. surprise boo.)

HS: "Brian Williams doing what he does best take an advantage of an opponent."

FJ: "I agree."

HS: "You do?"

FJ: "I just don't think it's a bad thing!"

(Brian Williams continues to use the legal stuff choking with one hand and clawing at Jayson Price's eyes with the other one. He finally breaks at the count of four and a half then rakes his boots across Jayson's eyes. Brian backs off and signals for Price to rise. He does looking stunned and is dropped again with a big boot. Brian kicks him onto his stomach and goes off the ropes dropping an elbow on the spine.)

HS: "He's trying to paralyze Jayson!"

FJ: "And this should surprise you why?"

(Jayson gets up to his knees before Williams soccer kicks him right in the face! Jayson is now bleeding much more steadily as he tumbles through the ropes and out to the floor again. Brian smiles, which can only be a bad thing. He goes through the ropes and onto the ring apron. He delivers his leaping clothesline onto Misery! The crowd starts a small holy shit chant as Price goes over the guard railing into the crowd. Brian Williams goes to follow and is smashed in the face with a steel chair from Jayson!)

HS: "Hey there are signs of life from Price here!"

(But Brian pulls the chair away and uses it against Price then throws him back in.)

HS: "Why did someone get disqualified there?"

FJ: "This is Wrestlefest! The fans are going to get their moneys worth. Although once they get it they probably will wish they didn't! ha ha."

(Brian finally gets Jayson back in the ring and hits a backbreaker.. then another one.. then a third.. and finally a fourth. Misery rolls around clutching his back. Brian smiles and taunts Price demanding he get up. Jayson comes back with some weak punches which do little damage. Brian Williams powerslams him, drags him up and full nelson slams him in short order. Not content Brian heads to the top rope.)

HS: "You do not see Brian Williams on the top rope very often. You just know he has something sinister planned."

FJ: "Ohh.. and that's the reason why..."

(As Frank was talking a rocked Jayson Price delivers a kick to the top turnbuckle causing Williams to crotch himself on the ropes! Trying to shake out the cobwebs Jayson heads up top and nails his top rope death valley driver drawing a loud cheer from the crowd! Both men are now down. Williams from the impact of that one move. Price from the beating he had taken throughout the match. The crowd begins to stomp along pleading for a Price comeback. Jayson uses the ropes to pull himself up Brian promptly sit up and casually gets to his feet.. and grabs Misery around the throat.. chokeslam!)

FJ: "This one is over!"

HS: "Over? Brian hasn't made a cover yet! He doesn't want to pin Jayson he wants to destroy him!"

(Brian grabs Price by the throat again and flings him to a corner and unloads with elbows to the face.. he bends Price over for the powerbomb. He lifts him up and Jayson bites him causing him to lose his grip.. and then hooks in a choke sleeper! Brian Williams drops Price who smartly executes his choke sleeper DDT on the way down!)

HS: "Jayson Price is fighting back!"

FJ: "How? That's what I want to know! How can anyone fight back against this monster! Jayson Price has a move called the pointless struggle. I think trying to take out Brian Williams IS the pointless struggle!"

(Jayson and Brian get up at the same time. Brian bellows with rage as he calls on Price who responds with some very stiff kicks to the body.. then one to the face. Brian rocks back against the ropes and comes back with a lariat! He shoots Price off the ropes and spinebusters him! He drags him to his feet and nails the morbid reality!)

FJ: "Oh, this one is just over! No way Jayson can do anything after that brutal move!"

(Brian Williams finally makes a cover. 1-2-3... no foot on the ropes! The crowd cheers and Brian Williams can't believe it and drags Price back up by the hair screaming in his face)

Williams: "All this pain.. and you still don't know enough to stay down. Well I'll make you quit... "

HS: "This is going to get very bad very fast..." (Brian Williams ties up Jayson Price in the ropes and unloads with a series of headbutts.. then a series of punches. Then he grins widely and exits the ring.. He comes back in.. carrying the ring steps.. Brian Williams places the steps against Jayson's legs.. then charges in but Jayson lifts his legs up basically dropkicking the ring steps into the face of the charging Brian Williams! Brian falls flat on his back and as the referee is removing the steps from the ring Misery delivers several hard stomps to the groin of Williams!)

FJ: "Hey that's cheating!"

HS: "In this case it's justified! Brian just tried to murder him with those ring steps!"

(Jayson finally escapes from the ring ropes and falls on top of Brian Williams delivering an intense series of semi mounted punches. The crowd counts along 4-5-6-7-8-9-10-11-12-13-14.. Jayson finally gets up, still wobbly as Brian is now bleeding slightly. Brian Williams gets up and is downed with an STO! With the monster down Price heads to the top rope.. and comes off with his diving headbutt! He hooks both legs 1-2- a kick out by Williams! Jayson gets up shakes his head and goes behind Williams he struggles and finally lifts Williams up for the german suplex into the corner. Williams lands right on his head!)

HS: "What a display of strength by the smaller man! Jayson Price does have a reputation of being one of the AWA's strongest cruiserweights and he just proved it there!"

FJ: "He didn't prove nothing. The match isn't over."

(Jayson unloads with kicks to the kidney now. Brian falls onto of the corner and Jayson covers again 1-2- barely a two count. Jayson hooks in the STF quickly.. grinding Brian's face against the mat while in the hold but Brian powers out of it.. stands up and side slams Price!)

HS: "Every time Jayson starts to get something going Brian is there to cut him off."

FJ: "He's just better. That's why he's a hall of famer and Price isn't!"

(Brian Williams with the military press slam.. He walks around the ring so everyone can get a good look at it.. then leads to it being countered into inverted DDT! Jayson Price climbs the ropes and hits a diamond dust on Williams just as he got up. Jayson smiles and hooks in the texas cloverleaf.)

FJ: "Does he have a death wish? This is just mocking Brian Williams using a version of his own much more brutal finishing hold!"

(Brian reaches back and grabs Jayson by the hair to break it but Jayson bites his hand! Jayson drops the hold and then unloads with a running knee to Brian's face! He then nails the hanging neckbreaker than slumps across for a cover 1-2- not even close! Jayson goes up top again.. nailing a moonsault! He hooks both legs again 1-2- and 9 tenths.)

HS: "He's getting close. Are you worried yet Frank?"

FJ: "Of course not.. hey dragon sleeper. Jayson Price is going for the Pointless struggle! No one has ever broken out of this hold besides getting to the ropes.. and it's right in the center of the ring. He has it locked in! This is bad!"

HS: "This is great! The former two time world champion blood streaming down his face is about to pull off another upset over the nearly invincible monster that is Brian Williams!"

(The referee asks Brian Williams if he wants to quit and Brian screams no. He looks to be fighting the hold with all of his power. Brian Williams throws a series of elbows to the face and head but Jayson appears to be beyond pain and continues to try and tighten his boston crab/dragon sleeper combo. Finally Brian Williams manages to stand up, still trapped in the hold.)

HS: "I can't believe this! How can he do this?"

(Brian Williams rolls through the ropes.. which still doesn't break the hold! He gets to his feet again and drops backward Samoan dropping Jayson Price on the arena floor. The crowd starts a holy shit chant as neither man are moving much. The referee rolls out to check on them. Brian appear to be moving slightly. But Jayson whose head bounced off of the cement floor is rolling around in pain a large gash opened on the side of his head. Brian Williams grabs the official using him to pull himself up. Jayson Price sees him coming and hits a spin wheel kick on the floor.)

FJ: "What action this match has provided! Aren't you glad the AWA have returned tonight?"

HS: "Absolutely!"

(Brian Williams is down as Jayson rolls back into the ring and dives onto the floor after him! Brian hits hard and doesn't move a muscle.)

Price: "I'm going to end this!"

(Jayson climbs to the top rope...)

HS: "Jayson not normally a high flyer has had a lot of aerial success tonight.."

(But Jayson's frog splash off of the top rope is not successful. Brian seeing him coming grabs a steel chair that the ring announcer was sitting on and cracks Jayson in the head on the way down! Jayson's head hits the floor with a sickening thud! Brian gets up a very sadistic grin on his face.)

FJ: "Oh no.. He really is going to kill him! I know that look."

HS: "The referee is calling for the bell. Obviously Brian Williams has been disqualified but he's not done yet. We need some help out here. Brian Williams has just lifted up Jayson into a press slam and oh no! I don't even want to call that.."

FJ: "Brian Williams just threw Jayson Price head first into the ring post. Look at all the blood."

(Officials rush out from the back as Brian Williams was dragging a table close to the ring apron. He places Jayson on it.. who promptly turns the table red. Brian re enters the ring and starts to fight off referees. Being referees Brian drops all of them in short order.. however Logan Alexander comes through the crowd and pulls Jayson Price off of the table. Brian Williams looks upset at first.. then grabs one of the officials and boots him in the chest.. powerbomb through the table!)

HS: "That could have been the end of Jayson Price's career right there. Thank god Logan saved him. Listen to the crowd cheer on Logan as he saved the man he almost watched die in the ring last year"

FJ: "If I was Logan I wouldn't have! I wouldn't get anywhere near a pissed off Brian Williams. You did see what he did to that referee when he couldn't get Price right? If I were Jayson I'd ask for my release and leave the AWA for Brian."

HS: "Jayson put up one hell of a fight and if not for that chair he may have scored the pinfall. As is he did win by dq."

FJ: "If going to the hospital for hundreds of stitches is a winner, I'd rather lose any day of the week!"

(From there we fade to a commercial.)

(COMMERCIAL BREAK.)

FJ: "IT'S TIME! JEFF CHRISTIANSON VS NHL!"

HS: "Actually they just said this was for the number one contendership for the No Limits Title. Frank, did you clean your ears this morning?"

FJ: "Ugh... they did? Hold on, I'll be right back. You got a q-tip on you?"

HS: "No Frank... I left them in the bathroom of the hotel."

(The lights dim and there is nothing but a murmur from the crowd. Suddenly, I Don't Wanna Stop by Ozzy Osbourne can be heard booming throughout the arena. The Crowd explodes in cheers as Xtreme steps out onto the ramp. The lights of the arena are now a dim red glow. Smoke rolls off the stage and down the ramp. Xtreme walks to the ring with a look of concentration on his face. Once he gets to the ring, he slides in and stands in the center...waiting.)

HS: "This is so good. Frank can't talk. He's asking people in the crowd for a Q-tip. I finally get some face time without his jokes screwing things up. Xtreme is a newcomer here. He's wrestled a few matches and showed a little promise. Still a little green. Very quiet this week. Didn't say a word about the match. Some of us were shocked that he did snatch this chance right up. Others? Well, not so much."

("Blackhole Sun" by Soundgarden hits the PA system as the arena lights dim to a dark blue color. Fire surrounds in the middle of the top of the ramp. A figure begins to raise from the middle of the fire. Draven Shadows stands in the middle of the of the ramp with his new duster coat with images of skulls that go down the middle of it. Draven has his fingers in the shape of a gun pointing them both at his head as he throws his head back to throw his bangs out of his face. He then walks through the fire and down to the ring. He slide into the ring and climbs the post and starts yelling at the fans. He takes off his coat and hands it to a tech guy as he climbs onto the opposite buckle and starts shouting at the fans over there. He finally climbs down the post and looks down the rampway waiting for his foe.)

FJ: "Who's this guy?"

HS: "I'm wondering the same thing... Wait, it's Draven Shadows."

FJ: "You couldn't tell. Usually Draven does tons of promotional interviews for his matches. Very short, but he does them."

HS: "I know, I kinda missed them."

FJ: "I did miss them."

HS: "No you didn't."

FJ: "I didn't?"

HS: "No, he didn't do them."

FJ: "Really?"

(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 ) http://www.myfilestash.com/userfiles/hhhgamer/awa/desade.swf

(Quade steps out from the entrance and into a spot light beam as fiery and as red as his logo. Taking his time Quade the spotlight tracks him until he stops midway to let his trail coat slip from his shoulders to reveal the mesh of whip lashes, lacerations and damage to his body. Tossing his fedora aside his bald, strapped head is now visible.)

(Quade stares at the ring allowing their screams, their cheers and his entrance music to wash over him. A cold, crocodile smile of pain and promise freezes in place for only moment.)

(Suddenly all the lights drop.)

(Barely a second later the lights come back up with Quade deSade in ring and a voice screaming.)

Singer: "AFTER THE FLESH!!!"

FJ: "Herb, you can't speak? That's good. I have a switch on my side of the desk that turns your headset and microphone off so I can get my two cents in. Quade de'Sade was one of the more active members this week. He worked pretty hard and he always has something devious planned. I love watching his matches because they always turn into a gore fest."

(Japan's National Anthem hits the PA and the lights go out. The words King Masa appear, and light up the room in a very bright white, on the AWA Ameri-tron. Finally the words disappear and we see a red circular light begin to filter into the arena, lighting up the aisle way. We see huge rectangles of white beginning to form around the red lighted circles. We see the Japanese flag form across the entrance ramp. We see King Masa carried out Julius Cesar style with Paige Christianson leading the way. Two woman on the platform are fanning King Masa while a third feeds him grapes. We see what looks to be a bunch of strong men carrying the 396 pounder. They get to the ring as Masa waves to the crowd. The women stop fanning him. He eats one more grape, then stands up. He walks over to the ropes. He steps under the middle rope that is being held open by two more gentlemen who trailed the group carrying them. The crowd gives a mixed reaction as he gives a wave to them. We see a couple of more women enter the ring. They take off King Masa's robe which is red with a white dot on it. He leans over to the ropes and we see Paige Christianson whisper something as he looks over at his three opponents.)

FJ: "WHOA!"

HS: "HERE IS KING MASA!"

FJ: "THE KING IS HERE?!"

HS: "This is a massive man. He's one of the few 'big guys' that aren't tall, but wide."

FJ: "You better not let him here you say that."

HS: "Don't worry, I heard he doesn't speak good English."

(The bell rings. We see Quade de'Sade charge Draven Shadows and tackle him out of the ring. Xtreme looks kind of nervous as King Masa waits in the middle of the ring. Xtreme charges Masa, but Masa picks up the big man and nails a variation of the black hole slam. Masa stands up and begins dropping elbow after elbow until he rolls Xtreme out. We see de'Sade begin brawling with Xtreme as Draven Shadows rolls into the ring. King Masa throws a couple of stiff kicks which sends the big man down to a knee. He then throws three palm thrusts. His opponent hits the ground. We see King Masa hit the ropes, and come off with a huge splash. On the outside we see de'Sade begin to nail a couple of huge chops. He then grabs Xtreme's head and drags him over to the steps. He begins to mercilessly slam Xtreme's head off the steel steps until Xtreme is a bloody mess.)

HS: "de'Sade and Masa are proving to be the forces in this match."

FJ: "True dat."

(We see King Masa drag Draven Shadows over to his corner. Masa begins to kick him in the face, then Masa hits the ropes and nails a face wash on Shadows. Masa picks Shadows up, and body slams him. We see King Masa scale to the middle rope, and he nails a big splash from the middle rope. Quade de'Sade is now in the ring. However, he picks Draven Shadows and throws him shoulder first into the ring post. He then applies a version of the Crucifier, only long enough for King Masa to nail a superkick.)

HS: "Two members of clan Christianson working together."

FJ: "Did you really thing there would be any problems? King Masa explained to Quade de'Sade what Jeff Christianson was trying to do. I guess Quade bought into it."

(King Masa picks Draven Shadows up off the ground and Irish whips him. King Masa nails a shoulderblock and Draven Shadows comes off the ropes nailing a huge knee drop, ala his brother. Masa nails an elbow. de'Sade nails an elbow. Finally after repeating the process about six times, we see de'Sade pick his opponent up and begin to bite the forehead of Shadows. King Masa pulls a turnbuckle pad off. Shadows is picked up, and de'Sade begins to ram his head into the exposed turnbuckle. The referee tries to restore order. We see de'Sade now jump into the arms of King Masa and begin pounding on the large man's face.)

FJ: "WHAT?!"

HS: "Quade de'Sade just broke the alliance! What a shocker!"

FJ: "NO! THIS CAN'T BE!"

(We finally see Quade stop punching King Masa, who seems to have a little trickle of blood from his face. The camera zooms down to see King Masa's arms wrapped around Quade de'Sade's body. We see Quade de'Sade fading slowly. The referee looks at Quade's limp body. Suddenly, we see King Masa run at the exposed turnbuckle, dropping the small of Quade de'Sade's back on it.)

HS: "This guy is a total brute!"

FJ: "That's what I like about him. Jeff Christianson helped him refine his wrestling skill."

HS: "What wrestling skill? He's just brawling."

FJ: "You'll see when he faces NHL."

(Xtreme has now rolled into the ring. King Masa nails a huge knife edge chop that sends Xtreme down. Masa pulls the back of Xtreme's head up, only to headbutt it. King Masa hits the ropes and comes off with a leg drop. We see Draven Shadows pull himself up and run towards Masa. He throws a clothesline, but Masa ducks. Shadows turns around to a kick in the stomach and Masa drops him with a DDT. From behind, Quade de'Sade nails King Masa with a low blow. Quade then hits the ropes and bounces off with a huge shoulder block which floors the King.)

FJ: "WHAT AN ATTACK!"

HS: "Quade just attempted to halt King Masa's attack in what we are calling his official debut."

(Quade now stands We see Quade pick King Masa up and eye gouge him. Quade hits the ropes again and nails a shinning wizard. Masa hits the mat. We see Quade de'Sade apply a front facelock. Slowly but surely King Masa begins to power out. In the end, we see Quade drop him with a DDT. He floats over for a cover but only gets two. Quade immediately reaches his feet and begins stomping King Masa until he's out of the ring. Quade de'Sade now sees Xtreme pulling himself up and he quickly applies the Crucifier. Draven Shadows attempts to break it up with what would be a very high boot but he just hits Xtreme in the head. Quade then nails a blockbuster type maneuver to Draven Shadows he goes for the cover but only gets a two count. We see Draven Shadows stand up in the corner. Quade also stands there throwing punches as they sandwich Xtreme with the turnbuckle.)

HS: "Quade de'Sade has really taken control of his match."

FJ: "It shocked me..."

(We suddenly see a blur and King Masa nails a huge running splash on all three men. Quade hits the ground, Draven Shadows falls to a knee and Xtreme falls over top of him. King Masa goes for the cover. One... Two... Three... The bell rings.)

FJ: "That's what King Masa calls the Tokyo Drift!"

HS: "He's proven successful in his redebut. in the AWA."

(The lights begin to dim as King Masa stands back on the platform outside the ring, and he's carried back to the back.)

(COMMERCIAL BREAK.)

(The camera pulls back from a dumpster decorated in red and green tinsel. Paper chains hang from the lids and fairy lights criss-cross over the opening like a net.)

FJ: "Has everyone going insane tonight. These matches may be set top break records but I am as sure as Hell we're gonna see somebody's body broken!"

( The camera pulls away and works it way around via a bank of screaming and cheering fans waving the banners and beers out from behind the security barrier. The camera turns sharply to what appears to be a bar top with glasses and bottles (some part the way full) and a few cards reading 'Merry Christmas' and 'Happy New Year.')

FJ: "Well isn't that's nice of the management to set up an open bar for the us here tonight, Looks like some of our lumberjacks have already taken advantage of this freebie!"

(Moving away from the abandoned bar the camera come to a halt as two men each one holding their side of a coil stretch out a reel of barbed wire alongside three more that have already been laid out between the ring and the security barrier.)

(The camera rises up over the ire and to the last side of the ring where jets of fire suddenly shoot up into air fed by a pipe bracketed to the apron. The flames settle down becomes a wall of fire neatly four feet high.)

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

FJ: "Mark Cross may have just step in way over his head here against A.C. Smith. He may have just signed himself into the E.R. by taking on this match!"

(The lights dim, and the music plays. A.C. struts out in his ring attire and stops just in front of the fireworks that go off behind him. He doesn't really care if the fans go nuts, he only cares about what goes on inside the ring. No high-fives on the way out, and he doesn't really try to work the crowd. His entrance is admittedly bland, but his previous championships show that he's worth it.)

HS: "You have to favour Smith. He's held the No Limits title and has had more experience with sick matches like this one than Cross."

(The referee pulls both men together to read them the rules before sending each man to his corner, neither of which is near the solid wall of fire.)

(Cross and Smith lock up and test out each other's strength. Smith goes to Whip Cross to the non existent post but Cross is more than aware of the drop and reverses the Irish Whip; Smith drops to the mat before Cross can pull him all the way through; Smith twists in a Wristlock on Cross who rolls through bringing both of the close to the edge where the decorated dumpster; Cross charges back in with a Short-Arm Clothesline dropping Smith to the mat; Cross goes for a an Elbow Drop but Smith rolls clear and Cross hits empty mat.)

(Smith comes up bring Cross up with him and intro a Side Headlock and begins to pound away into his face with a closed fist; Smith is suddenly hauled from his feet and dropped back down into an Inverted Atomic Drop; Cross takes a moment to shake off Smiths punches as Smith clutches himself.)

(Cross moves in hammering Forearm blows across Smiths shoulders; A.C. answers with his own Forearm blows against Cross. The two men trade blows back and for the; Cross hits home with a Shoot Kick followed by a Roundhouse Kick, Smith has the second kick scouted and steps in to scoop Cross up into a Powerslam.)

(A quick cover by Smith gets a two count. Smith rolls Cross again and barely gets the one count this time.) FJ: "I don't think Smith wants to be in there anymore than The Dragon, Mark Cross!"

(Smith pulls Cross to his vertical base, as hi pulls Cross back down in to a Front Face Lock he is rocked by an Open palm Thrust from his opponent. Sensing the moment Cross jags a Kidney Punch into Smiths side, grabs Smith by his hair and raises one, two three, four, five Knees into The Big Apple Ass-Kickers. Each one lifting Smith clear of the mat as the crowd counts a long with the knee strikes.)

HS: "Mark Cross in control here taking the wind out of A.C. Smiths sails!"

(Cross drops Smith in a DDT and comes up fast to soak up the adulation of the fans as he moves over to the opposite side of the ring from Smith and strikes a pose.)

FJ: "I think Cross has something on his mind!"

HS: "Smith took a beating from Mark Cross but there is nowhere for Cross to go. He's a technical wrestler with a few High Flying moves that left with the ring ropes and the posts.."

FJ & HS: "SHIT!!"

(As Smith gains his feet Mark comes out his starting block and hits Smith hard in the midsection lifting Smith and carrying both of them through the flames out over into space.)

HS: "Behind The Lines from Mark cross!!"

(Both men lie crumpled on the mats at ringside as AWA safety technician run in blasting both of them with fire extinguishers. The cold from the high-pressured gas shocks both men into consciousness. But the toll from the fall is clear as both Smith and Cross stagger weakly, collapsing to the ground over and over again but at least once Cross almost falls back into the flames.)

(Smith somehow pulls his shit together and locks up with Cross. For moment the two men struggle weakly still recovering, using the lull to regain their composures; Smith pulls off an Irish Whip sending Cross into the steel steps and follows close behind to drops few Stomps to the shoulders of his opponent.; picking Cross up he pulls him over to the bar and slams his face off the bar top once, twice, three time. Reaching over behind the bar Smith find a bottle of Wild Turkey and pops the cork before tacking a swig; He turns Cross over and pours the whiskey into Crosses mouth as he gasps for air. The liquors pours freely into his mouth and nose and eyes blinding and chocking The Dragon; Smith casually tosses the bottle aside before manhandling Cross up onto the bar top and lays him out before dropping a few Forearms across his abdomen; Smith grabs cross by his waistband and pulls him through the glass, bottles cans, ashtrays and such left on the top. Broken glass and debris is scattered everywhere and Cross is hauled off the end hard to land on the mats. Smith wipes the away the splashes of booze from his face and into a European Uppercut from Cross; Cross rolls up on to the apron as Smith turns; A Diving Spear from Cross carries both men over the top of the bar to the other side and again both men are laid out and the fans cheer their appreciation.)

FJ: "I thought we had ourselves a winner there a couple of times.; But that's how we do things here in the AWA you can never count a man down until your hands raise by the ref!"

HS: "Speaking of which the ref is calling for the match to continue: there's not going to any undecided matches here tonight in New York City!"

(Cross pulls himself to his feet first and move around behind the bar and climbs on top to take measure of Smith who barely moving; Cross leaps into a Shooting Star and Smith rolls, Cross lands badly; Smith pulls himself to his feet looking at the bar and Cross as if replaying what could have happened if Cross landed the Pres.)

(Smith gets around the front of the bar and puts his shoulder to it and heaves. The bar jerks up an inch and settles. Smith slams his shoulder into it again and the fans nearby start chanting in support of the effort as slowly the bar edges up on it back and begins to topple over. There's a scream as the heavy bar crashes and splinters. The sound of glass and wood smashing resounds through the Garden cameramen run to catch a glimpse of Crosses fate.)

FJ: "I'm speechless."

(Up on the Ameritron the scene becomes clear and shows that Cross somehow sensed the danger and pulled himself just clear enough to avoid the falling bar.)

(Smith moves in with a purpose and grabs Cross and rolls him back into the ring. Cross staggers to his feet band meets Smith and the two swap blows; Cross rains down a 5-punch combo on Smith as he gets into the ring; grabbing Smith arm Cross comes down to the mat and a Triangle Chock Hold; Smith pulls himself back over the apron to the outside and a tug of war ensues as Cross tries to keep a low center while putting the strain on Smith's neck; Smith braces himself against the outside of the ring and use his foot to start shoving away from the ring pulling Cross with him; Cross slams his boot into Smith face and that all to familiar wet crunch brings the 'Oooooohss' and sympathetic winces from the fans at ringside.)

(Smith tries again and takes another solid Stomp to his face, he ducks a third just and pulls bringing Cross out over the edge of the ring and over his shoulders. Smith grunts and spits blood as his shunts up from a squat and hoist Cross up into a Military Press.)

FJ: "Lock it in Smith, lock that in!!"

HS: "The blood is pouring from what must be a broken nose, Smith must be in incredible pain from that choke hold and now with Crosses full two hundred plus pounds over head he can't be feeling too good!"

(Smith turns, displaying the screaming and incapacitated Cross before taking a step towards the barbed wire. The Garden comes to it feet as Cross screams and Smith bleeds with each shaky step, then......)_

HS: "Gods, no. I didn't think either man would have to go that far. I don't think they thought that."

(The screens up on the Ameritron replay in slow motion as Smith switches from the Military Press into the Body Slam and dumping Cross squarely into the wire.)

FJ: "Blood for blood."

(Smith fishes Cross out from the wire and rolls him into the ring again. Following Cross in Smith gets to his feet. It takes a moment for Smith to get Cross to his feet, then moves around behind Cross and locks in a Dragon Sleeper. Cross drops quickly to his knees, Smith leans in over Cross to put his full weight on the hold. Suddenly, as if realizing the dander Cross hooks an arm back over Smiths head and tries to flip him over; Smith rams a knee hard into Crosses spine knocking the wind from him; Smith tightens the Dragon Sleeper and the ref checks for the choke but there I none, Cross tries to hook his arm up over Smiths neck again but Smith shakes the grapple off easily as Cross goes limp.)

HS: "This is ironic!"

(The ref lifts Mark Crosses arm up once and it falls limply.)

FJ: "I think Smith knocked the fight out of him when he dropped him in the wire Herb!"

(Crosses arm is raised a second time and it falls again. Smith face is a grimace of blood and sweat as he grunts with the effort of the hold.)

HS: "Smith was lucky after being Speared twice by Cross, this is a lucky win for A.C. Smith!"

(The raises Crosses hand a third time and it falls. The ref moves in to raise Smith hand in victory as Rockin' in the Free World" – CSNY blasts from the Ameritron!!)

(COMMERCIAL BREAK.)

WHAT'S SHIZZLIN!!! Demons, angels and civilians...welcome to my PURGATORY PARTY!!

(Tech N9ne's words echo throughout the arena, followed by the rapid sound of drum and bass blasts through the P.A. system, then you hear Tech's words again...)

They say there ain't nothin but farms where we from... They think that we can't do no one harm where we from... Gorillas and Killas and thugs from Abyss... Tech N9ne! MAKE EM BREATHE!! LIKE WHAT? LIKE THIS!!!

(The music drops to a deep and steady African drum beating to the tone of the song...)

KANSAS CITY!!! Pray to God, what? LIKE THIS!!

*BOOM!!!*

(Pyro shoots off as "It's Alive" by Tech N9ne blares throughout the arena, and Seth Azeroth makes his way towards the ramp. Seth plays to the crowd for a moment on the stage, and then raises both hands in the air, soaking up the crowd response. He slams his hands down to the ground, and walks towards the ring. Seth eyeballs his opponent, moving closer to the ring. He kips up the stairs in one quick motion, and up onto the apron. Seth leans against the ring ropes, before leaning forward, and flipping himself into the ring. He lands on his feet, and quickly skips up to the top turnbuckle, and sits on it before jumping down to the canvas.)

HS: "For the second time in a week, we get 'Rayn Man' Seth Azeroth and 'The Future' Jason Storm, one on one. Last time, Storm was victorious, but tonight, so much more is on the line."

FJ: "Yeah, tonight Jason Storm and Seth Azeroth are fighting to compete for a spot in the finals of the Cruiserweight title tournament!"

(The lights go out, but the crowd knows who is coming. 'Biggest and the Best' begins to play, confirming their fears and signaling their jeers.)

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

(Sparks begin to exit the stage while the fans continue to boo.)

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

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

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

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

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

(A huge explosion suddenly blinds the arena, revealing Jason Storm and Maria, who looks rather reluctant.)

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

(Jason allows Maria to walk to the ring ahead of him, rushing into the ring just he can make a show of holding down the ropes for her. Maria, for her part, looks like she'd rather be somewhere else.)

HS: "He's still dragging a pregnant woman around like she's a dog. Still! This match means so much and he's putting her in danger because he cares about no one but himself."

FJ: "Who got anywhere by caring about the little people, Herb? Jason knows what he has to do. And what he has to do is take down Seth Azeroth tonight."

HS: "You act like it'll be so easy…"

FJ: "It was for Storm last week. It will be again."

I'm the biggest, the best, better than the rest, better than the rest. I'm the biggest, the best, better than the rest, better than the rest. I'm the biggest, the best, better than the rest, better than the rest. I'm the biggest, the best, better than the rest, better than the rest…

(The music dies down and the crowd's boos become much more clear. Jason just smirks around at him and holds his hands up in the air. The bell rings, but Jason continues to soak up his "glory". However, this proves to be a mistake, since Seth Azeroth charges him and takes him to the mat with a Shoulder Block almost instantly. This earns a pop from the crowd. Jason hops back up to his feet immediately, running into a series of chops that back him into the ropes. Seth grabs his arm and goes for an Irish Whip, but Jason is able to reverse it, sending Seth into the ropes instead. Seth Azeroth comes off of the ropes and runs into a Hip Toss from Storm. Seth gets up, but is taken down once again with a Hip Toss. As Seth gets to his knees, Jason catches him with a Dropkick right under the jaw, knocking Seth to his back. Seth rubs his jaw and sits up on his elbow, but Jason Storm is wasting absolutely no time. He hoists Azeroth up and pulls him up for a Suplex, but instead drapes him rip-first over the top rope. He backs up and then hits an Enzuguiri which flips Seth from the rope and onto his back on the canvas. He slides into a quick cover.)

ONE!
TWO!

(Seth Azeroth manages to kick out right after two and sit up, rubbing at his head. Jason stands up and drops an elbow onto the shoulder-and-neck area of Azeroth. He then applies a nerve hold of sorts on his shoulder, however the whole time he's smirking at Maria, mouthing something to her. What he's saying can't really be confirmed due to the angle of the camera, however. Although whatever he's saying seems to be upsetting Maria Clarke--- Jason's also been losing track of Seth Azeroth, who manages to roll back and hit Jason with a desperate kick to the head. Jason staggers back, but doesn't go down. His opponent hops up to his feet and takes him to the canvas with a Forearm Smash which buys him a few seconds.)

HS: "Smart by Seth! Not smart by Jason."

FJ: "Storm KNOWS what he's doing."

HS: "Perhaps he does. And it's just that much more sick."

(Seth is prepared as Storm, the former Cruiserweight champ gets to his feet. He meets him with a hard chop to the chest and then Irish Whips him across the ring. Storm comes off of the ropes and Seth is already bend over for a Shoulder Back Toss, but Storm slides forward and delivers a powerful Swinging Neckbreaker. Both men return to their feet, but Storm is already stalking Seth who is obviously taking a lot more time recovering. Storm runs towards him for a Clothesline, but Seth Azeroth catches him by the torso and slams him down with a Side Effect, earning a pop from the crowd. Storm clutches his head in pain and rolls on the canvas. Seth looks at him for a second and then points to the turnbuckles. Seth exits the ring and as he ascends the turnbuckles, the audience seems to ascend to their feet. Seth slowly stands on the top rope and Storm gets to his feet, groggily. Azeroth leaps from the top and delivers a Missile Dropkick. He gets ALL of Jason Storm and knocks him down to the mat. The crowd goes wild as Seth gets up and motions for Storm to get up, kneeling behind him, feeling the adrenaline.)

HS: "Seth could put Jason Storm away right here, just that quickly!"

FJ: "It's not gonna happen. I'm telling you. This guy is on a 24/7-365 acid trip. He'll be lucky if he can pass out on top of Storm and get a two count."

(Storm gets up and he walks into a stomp to the gut. Seth Azeroth then nails a Fisherman Suplex and covers Storm. 1… 2… No! Storm barely edges out of that one to the dismay of the crowd. Seth looks upset and shoots the referee a look, though it's more desperate than angry. Azeroth gets up and picks Storm up as well. He delivers a Double Underhook Suplex, slamming Jason to the ground before he goes up to the top rope once again. Seth takes a little bit more time than usual getting up, however. Seth goes for what appears to be a Corkscrew Moonsault, but Storm gets his knees up and Seth crashes into him rib-first. Seth clutches his ribs and writhes in agony on the canvas. Both men lie in the center of the ring on their backs for a moment. The referee begins to count them both out, but after a count of one, Storm has already began to stir. After a count of two, Storm realizes where he is. By the count of three, Storm has pushed himself up to his feet with aid from the ropes and he smirks at the crowd, that cocky grin painted on his face.)

FJ: "See? What did I tell you?"

HS: "Yeah… Celebrating a little early, don't you think? But great ring presence by Jason Storm, cutting Azeroth off right as he came off the top."

(Seth pushes himself up onto his hands and knees, but Storm delivers a sharp kick to his ribs. Seth clutches his ribs and rolls onto his back. Storm taunts him for a moment, yelling something about "half breeds" and "junkies", but immediately runs to the ropes and springboards off of the middle for a springboard Moonsault. He covers Seth arrogantly, resting on his elbow. The referee slides into position.)

ONE!
TWO!
THR--!

HS: "And Azeroth barely kicks out. If Storm had hooked the leg instead of being cocky he might be advancing to the finals as we speak."

FJ: "Stop being so negative!"

HS: "I'm just calling it how I see it."

(Storm picks Azeroth up and runs him over to the turnbuckles. He slams Seth's head into the top turnbuckle once, twice, and then forces him into the corner. Storm backs up for a moment and then charges at Seth, taking him down into a seated position in the corner with a running Clothesline. Seth sits helplessly in the corner while Maria Clarke just looks on as Storm mouths off to her again. Storm turns back to Seth and charges him, driving his knee into his temple, forcing it against the bottom turnbuckle. The crowd sympathizes with an "Oooh!" and Storm pulls Seth away from the turnbuckles. He hooks his leg for a pin, but only gets a count of one. Storm covers Seth again, this time hooking the leg, but only gets a one count, once again. He doesn't seem frustrated, however. He's keeping the pressure on his opponent and realizes this, which is obvious when he simply pulls Seth up and puts his neck and shoulder area into another nerve-hold like we saw before. This time, Jason puts all of his weight onto Seth's body and pushes him down. Storm glares up at the crowd, yelling out rather unappealing comments about New Yorkers, which earns him a chorus of boos. A "Jason sucks!" chant has begun at this point but Storm just shakes his head and goes back to his hold. The chants don't seem to be getting to Jason as much as they're encouraging Azeroth who slowly begins to edge towards the ropes any way he can. He finally gets his foot on the bottom rope and Jason is forced to break the hold, but he jumps up and delivers a stomp to Seth's back for good measure. Seth climbs up to his knees, but a hard boot to the side of the head knocks him over the bottom rope and to the outside of the ring. Jason is not shy about following him out.)

HS: "And now the fight spills outside!"

FJ: "Nice!"

(Storm assaults Azeroth on the outside with rights and lefts, backing him up to the steel ring steps. Storm then backs away from Seth and measures him before charging at him--- but he gets a face full of boot as a Superkick connects with his jaw. Storm literally stalls in mid-stride and teeters back a bit. Azeroth charges forward, grabs Storm, and nails a Belly to Belly Suplex which sends Storm flying into the steel stairs, disconnecting them from each other. Maria runs to safety as the fight spills over towards her. Jason holds his back and slowly gets up to his feet, though his legs are visibly shaking. Seth runs towards Jason again, but Jason grabs a running Maria and pulls her in front of him. This earns a huge negative response and Seth stops literally centimeters away from Clarke. Jason delivers an eye gouge and Seth staggers backwards.)

HS: "What a coward!"

FJ: "What an opportunist!"

HS: "An opportunistic coward."

FJ: "This is so fifth grade."

(Storm jumps onto the apron and waits for Seth to turn. He jumps off and hits a flying Headscissors which knocks Azeroth off balance and sends him into the barricade. The crowd pats Seth on the back, but Storm is already pounding him with rights and lefts once again. The referee orders Storm into the ring, though all he gets his a dirty look. Storm picks Azeroth up and places him rib-first across the barricade. He then hops onto the apron once again. The referee has begun a ten count and is already at a count of two by the time Storm jumps off, going for a Senton splash to Azeroth, but Seth rolls out of the way and gets onto the floor. Storm's back slams into the top of the barricade and he cries out as he lies on top of it.)

HS: "His back may be broken!"

FJ: "This is horrible!"

FIVE!
SIX!
SEVEN!

(The crowd seems to simply love it as Storm writhes in pain on the ground. Seth is breathing heavily and he picks Storm up, rolling him into the ring under the bottom rope at the count of eight. By the count of nine, Seth has rolled into the ring himself. He picks Storm up and signals for the end to the crowd. He lifts Storm up into a Gutwrench and then prepares for the Bad Acid Trip, but Storm manages to squirm out of it and he lands on hi feet behind Seth. Storm brings him down with a Neckbreaker. Both men lie on the ground momentarily, but Storm pushes himself up to his feet, though grabbing his ribs. Seth gets to his feet as well and turns around, but he gets a Super Kick right to his stomach which brings him to his knees. Jason Storm, anger in his eyes executes… Your Destiny! A sickening display of the buzzsaw kick followed by the knee strike is enough to send Seth straight onto his back.)

HS: "It's over! He is out!"

FJ: "No! Storm's not done!"

(Storm forces Seth back up, but only into a seated position. He locks in the Dragon Sleeper and then essentially locks in his finisher, Roll the Dice! Storm rolls back into the Camel Clutch position and Seth seems… more or less unconscious, rather than submitting. The referee has no choice but to ring the bell on Storm's obviously unconscious opponent.)

DING!
DING!
DING!

HS: "Sickening."

FJ: "Sickeningly good?"

HS: "Whatever, Frank. That was an unnecessary end. Storm already had it in the bag."

FJ: "And oh so sudden it was!"

(Storm stands up as the bell rings. His music hits and he stands over his fallen opponent with a large grin on his face.)

HS: "Like it or not, Jason Storm has advanced to the finals of this tournament."

FJ: "Oh I can't wait for the finals!"

(COMMERCIAL BREAK.)

("Raising Hell" hits the PA system, the sound of the somewhat entrancing beat of drums capturing the attention of the crowd before the beat finally kicks in and a white mist surrounds the top of the ramp, the lights also dimming, yet flashing alone with the beat of the music. The first vocals are spoken and we see the mist clear, Dax kneeling at the top of the ramp. A red, white, then blue pyro explodes behind him before a grinning Dax gets to his feet, dressed in his "Go America" hoodie with the purposely poorly-painted American flag. Dax also has an American flag draped across his shoulders. Dax struts down to the ring and hops onto the apron, waving to the crowd, grinning. He hops up onto the turnbuckles on the outside of the ring and points to the inaccurate portrayal of an American flag on the front of his hoodie and then rolls up his American flag, blows his nose in it, and tosses it to the ground outside the ring, to the disapproval of these New York fans before hopping over the top rope and into the ring. Dax jogs around in the ring, pumping himself up for the match. He pulls his hoodie off and tosses it out to the timekeeper as he awaits combat.)

HS: "In the ring right now, a native of Japan , is a relatively new talent in the AWA, Dai Xie. He's only 5'9" and around 175 lbs but he's made quite an impact."

FJ: "Well, when you follow in the footsteps of people like Suddam Hussein, Osama Bin Laden, and the Iron Sheik, you tend to make quite an impact."

HS: "…Did you really just say---."

FJ: "---Yes."

("In the End" starts to play. After almost twenty seconds, Logan doesn't appear from the entryway. A black, white, and silver coloured "Chaos Stryke" flag appears out in the crowd, indicating where Logan is making his way through the fans towards the ring. Many fans pat Logan on the back and high five him as he makes his way past. He reaches the ring barricade and climbs over. He then slides into the ring, eyeing his opponent, and walks around to each side with the flag hanging over his shoulder as he encourages the crowd. He watches his opponent as he rolls up the flag and drops it outside the ring. He then removes his ring jacket and drops it to the floor as well. He walks over towards the corner opposite his opponent and watches him quietly as he awaits the opening bell.)

(The camera focuses on the two flags out on either side of the ring. Dax is hopping from foot to foot in anticipation. Logan just gives Dax a serious look, as if he's studying what the opening move in the match will be.)

HS: "So who do you think is gonna be able to pull out the win here tonight?"

FJ: "I'm not quite sure, Herb. Logan seems a lot more focused and a lot more intense. They both have the experience. They both have an equal amount of stupidity that the other can play off of as well. It's a tough call."

HS: "Must you?"

DING!
DING!
DING!

(As the match starts, the two stare at each other. Dax smirks and circles Logan around the ring for a moment. For several seconds, the two tease locking up, but continuously back off. Dax drops down to one knee when Logan charges him and attempts to hook his leg, but Logan stops in mid-step and grabs Dax in a front three-quarters headlock. Dax manages to roll out of it and grab Logan 's arm, taking him down with an arm drag, but the two get to their feet at the same time and go right back on the prowl. Dax slaps at the air and Logan reaches for his hand, but misses. Dax spins and delivers a sharp kick to Logan's leg which brings Logan down to his knees. This time, Dax goes for a rolling headlock. He is on top of Logan with his head pushed against his arm, but Logan pushes Dax off of him. The two once again roll to their feet.)

HS: "Excellent display in the first few moments of the match."

(Both of them circle each other for a few more seconds and then lock up. The two display a true test of strength, and Logan is able to get Dax down to his knees. Dax anticipates this, however, and performs a double-arm drag which sends Logan into the canvas and then into the ropes, however Logan doesn't let go of his right arm. He is able to slam Dax into the ropes as well. Dax hits the ropes and bounces off chest-first. Logan hops to his feet and runs at Dax, taking him down with a Clothesline, which pleases the fans. Dax hits the ground hard, only to roll back up and right into another Clothesline from a rope-rebounding Logan. Logan drops to his knees and goes for a quick count, but only receives a count of 1 for his efforts. Logan wastes no time picking Dax up and Irish Whipping him into the turnbuckle corner. Dax hits the corner back-first and Logan charges at him. Dax is able to push himself over the top rope at the last second and Logan hits the corner chest-first. He bounces off, clutching at his sternum. Dax propels himself onto the top and springboards off, flying off and executing a front dropkick. Logan hits the mat and Dax lands cat-like before him. He targets his leg immediately and violently attacks with kicks and strikes. Logan uses the ropes to pull himself away from Dax, who is eventually restrained by the referee.)

FJ: "You know, if Logan hadn't talked smack about Dax in his interviews, I'm sure that wouldn't have happened."

HS: "So you think Dax would take it easy if Logan had stayed quiet?"

FJ: "I dunno… I DO know that Dax is more American than we thought, though."

HS: "How so?"

FJ: "He loves beating the Canadians. It's a great American pastime."

HS: "…"

(Logan gets to his feet and Dax immediately goes after his leg again. He takes Logan down with a Chop Block. Logan falls away from the ropes and Dax rolls him up Schoolboy-style however instead of going for the pin he puts Logan in a standing leg lock. Logan 's knee and ankle are twisted in odd directions and Dax plants one foot above Logan's hip. Logan tries to crawl towards the ropes but finds it incredibly difficult with Dax grounding him. Seconds of Logan grunting in pain go on before Logan is finally able to reach the bottom rope. Dax keeps the hold locked in, however until the referee administers a 5 count and gets to the count of 4. Dax then releases Logan's leg and backs away, kneeling down to one knee before waiting for Logan to get back up. Logan groggily makes his way to his feet with the aid of the ropes, but seems to anticipate Dax attacking and doesn't move from the ropes. Dax raises his hands and smirks, backing up with direction from the referee. Logan shakes the kinks out of his legs and moves to the center of the ring again. Dax proposes a tie-up. Logan seems to be ready to oblige, but Dax delivers a stiff kick right above his knee which sends Logan stumbling backwards. Dax comes at Logan with a flurry of kicks directed to the legs and punches and chops to the chest. When Logan hunches over, Dax runs off of the ropes and comes back at him for a Clothesline, but Logan at the last moment tosses Dax over his head with a Shoulder Toss which earns a huge reception from the crowd. Dax flies over the top rope and lands roughly on the apron. Logan doesn't seem to know that Dax hasn't hit the ground and uses this moment to catch his breath. Logan finally turns around just as Dax is regaining his footing. Logan runs at Dax for a Clothesline of his own, but Dax is able to duck and use Logan 's momentum to turn him around. Dax grabs Logan by the head and jumps off of the apron, snapping the side of his neck over the top rope. Logan hits the canvas and Dax lands on the outside as the referee begins a ten count.)

HS: "Logan Alexander is taking some punishment in the beginning of this match. Dai Xie is using Logan's own body against him here."

FJ: "Logan 's trying too hard, I tell you. He's going after Dax quickly and that's just something you don't do with these little jumpy-jumpy Cruiserweights. He needs to lure Dax in and break his face."

HS: "Well, that's a nice image. But anyway, Dax doesn't seem to be in any hurry to get back in the ring."

(The referee has reached a three count and Logan is crawling towards the center of the ring, rubbing his neck. Dax reaches into the ring however and grabs Logan by his leg. He drags Logan over to the steel ring post and points to Logan's knee. He receives a few jeers but Dai Xie doesn't seem to care. Dax swings Logan's leg towards the steel post, but Logan is able to block it. He then uses all of his leg strength to push Dax away from the pole and into the steel barricade. Dax hits his back on it and cries out in pain. Logan gets to his feet rather slowly and slides out onto the apron. He waits for Dax to stand upright before he jumps through the air and takes Dax into the barricade again with a flying cross body from the apron!)

HS: "WOW! Logan just smashed Dax into the barricade without a second thought!"

(As the camera gets close to the action, we see several people from the front row of the audience cheering and patting Logan on the back as he pulls Dax up to his feet. The referee seems to have lost control of this and starts another ten count. Logan, though limping, drags Dax away from the barricade and to the ring apron. Logan slams Dax's head into the apron and the "International Superstar" staggers back. Logan grabs him by the hair and swings him into the ring under the bottom rope. Dax rolls to the center of the ring and Logan rolls in after him. He pushes Dax onto his back and covers him for a count. 1… 2… As Logan goes to hook the legs, Dax kicks out. Logan doesn't seem frustrated, but tense. He pounds at Dax's chest and head area as his opponent gets to his feet, but Dax pushes him away. Logan comes right back at him again, but he's quickly taken down with a Drop Toehold and it's only seconds before Dax locks in another inverted leg lock. Logan, trapped in the center of the ring, cries out in frustration. The crowd cheers him on, encouraging him to crawl to the ropes. Logan grabs his own hair, trying to not yell in pain. He elbows his way to the ropes, however, dragging Dax along with him. Dax puts as much force into the hold as he possibly can. Seconds past and a chant has developed. Logan finally reaches out for the bottom rope and… He grabs it! The referee orders Dax to let go. Dax doesn't wait for long this time. He hops off of Logan's leg and grabs his "good" leg. He begins stomping at the leg that he'd been working on for the majority of the match and attempts to pull him to the center of the ring, however before anyone can see it coming, Logan springs up to one leg and delivers an Enzuguri to the temple of Dai Xie. Dax flips onto his back and clutches at his head in pain. Logan sits on his knees, breathing heavily while Dax stares up at the lights, dazed. Logan goes for another pin.)

ONE!
TWO!

(Dax shoots his shoulder off of the canvas and Logan is quick to grab Dax as he gets to his feet and apply a headlock. Logan seems to be desperate to incapacitate Dai Xie, if only for the time being. He wrenches his arms around his neck and Dax is brought down to his side as Logan forces him down in a side headlock. Dax reaches out for the ropes, but it's obvious from how Logan has the hold locked in that he's going nowhere fast. Dax doesn't have to suffer in the headlock for much longer, however, for Logan rolls him onto his shoulders soon after and tries to get a unique pin. 1… 2… Dax rolls out of the pin attempt, but Logan keeps the headlock applies and rolls with him. Logan soon applies a body scissors with the grip around Dax's neck. Dax writhes while in Logan 's grasp but once again can't really go anywhere. After a minute of frustration, Dax delivers hard elbows to the hip of Logan Alexander. Logan flinches a few times and finally, Dax is able to grab his leg and roll over Logan and to his feet. Dax brings Logan's leg down towards his head, essentially snapping it completely the wrong way. Logan yells out and writhes on the mat, clutching his leg. He crawls to the ropes and begins to get to his feet.)

HS: "Dai Xie is systematically destroying the right leg of Logan Alexander."

FJ: "Well, he's pretty much cutting off about half of Logan's offense right there."

(Logan limps back to the center of the ring, knowing that he has to keep the pressure on Dax. Dax is quick to run at him, however and go for a forearm smash. Logan grabs Dax around his arm and takes him down with a half-nelson slam into the mat. Dax hops up to his knees and rubs his chest in pain. Logan hits Dax with a powerful right hand, backing him up into the ropes. As the crowd gets behind Logan Alexander with a loud " Logan!" chant, he Irish Whips him across the ring. Dax comes back and walks right into a Belly to Belly Suplex. He slides across the canvas and Logan lets out a battle cry as he feels the adrenaline running through his veins. The crowd responds with just as much energy.)

FJ: "The hell is this, Blackheart?"

HS: "He sounds like he's feeling the support from this crowd!"

FJ: "He sounds like a psycho. And you know what they do to psychos."

HS: "Oh God."

HS & FJ: "…Developmental territories. Eesh…"

(Dax bumps right into a kick to the midsection followed by a sharp DDT by Logan Alexander. Logan stands up and walks out to the apron before slowly ascending the ropes, something that seems hard to do because of his leg. He gets to the top and Dax is moving slowly on the ground. Logan rubs his elbow and jumps from the top rope for a flying elbow drop, but Dax is able to spring up into the air and deliver a hard dropkick which sends Logan roughly to the mat.)

HS: "What a shot!"

FJ: "Cover him, you terrorist bastard!"

(Dax rolls over Logan and hooks his near leg for the count. 1… 2… No! Logan edges his shoulder up with literally millimeters to spare. Dax looks shocked as does much of the crowd. Dax stands up and hoists Logan up with him. Dax lifts him up into the air for a long moment before taking him down with a Suplex. Dax keeps the pressure on and gets on one knee while he waits for Logan to get to his feet. Logan stumbles up onto his feet and backs right into a German Suplex from Dax. Logan hits the center of the ring with great force and Dax runs to the ropes, springboarding from the top to twist around and nail a stiff double-knee drop to Logan's gut. Logan practically spazzes in pain on the mat. He rolls out onto the apron under the bottom rope and climbs up to his knees. Dax waits for him to get up and then runs, going for a Dropkick to his knees, but Logan is able to jump above Dax. Dax slides between Logan 's legs but tries to hit a Sunset Flip, knocking Logan from the apron, however Logan holds onto the top rope. He hits a powerful kick to the jaw of Xie. Dax grabs his jaw and staggers forward. He turns around, however, and jumps right back onto the apron. He attempts to run into Logan, but Logan knees him in the midsection. Logan grabs Dax by the hair and jerks him forward before nailing an LA Shockwave from the apron to the floor! The crowd jumps to their feet in a frenzy.)

HS: "Both men are down! This has to be it!"

FJ: "The referee must be in shock too--- there's not even a ten count. I don't know if these men are in condition to participate any longer!"

(The referee sees that neither man is moving for quite some time until Logan twitches and then begins to stir. He tells Logan to get himself and Dax back into the ring. Dax is the next to move, however he has blood trickling from his forehead at this point. He doesn't seem to know where he is at this point. Logan stands up and lifts Dax up along with him. He Irish Whips Dax into the steel stairs. Dax hits the stairs with such force that the top half is separated from the bottom and Dax slides across the bottom before hitting the floor. He crawls towards the ring apron and gets up to his knees. Logan limps over to him and pulls Dax away from behind. He picks Dax up in Scoop Slam position and slams him back-first against the edge of the ring. Dax cries out and arches his back before he slowly falls back onto the ground. Logan finally lifts him up by his pants and his hair, sliding him under the bottom rope. Logan rolls in after him and hooks his legs for the pin.)

HS: "This could be it right here!"

ONE!
TWO!
THR---!

FJ: "Ah, the little terrorist just barely kicks out!"

(Logan doesn't waste anymore time. He applies the Chaos Theory to the delight of the crowd. Dax finds himself trapped in the hold and has nowhere to go. Blood is dripping from his head and trickling down around his eyes. Logan, due to the punishment taken in this match isn't able to completely get the hold locked in. Dax finds himself able to get to the ropes rather quickly. Logan, however, keeps the hold in up to a four-count before he breaks it. He rolls to his feet, his leg obviously feeling just a little better. He waits for Dax to get up and when he does delivers a shot to his abdomen. He then pulls Dax away from the ropes in a face-lock and pounds at his lower back, bringing him to his knees before pushing him into the turnbuckles. Dax rests in the corner, breathing heavily. Logan grabs the top rope on either side of Dax and pounds at him with hard, sharp shoulder thrusts--- three to be exact. Dax hunches over in pain and this allows Logan to pull him away from the ropes again and hit him with a Flatliner. Dax's head crashes against the canvas, sickeningly, and Logan covers him. 1… 2… Dax kicks out with less energy than usual. He sits up, but Logan is feeling the adrenaline much more than before. He lifts Dax up and Irish Whips him across the ring. Dax comes off the ropes and ducks under a Clothesline from Logan. He comes off the ropes again and ducks under a spin kick from LA. Dax slides to a stop and turns around as the momentum from Logan's kick spins him around. Dax hoists Logan onto his shoulders and out of nowhere delivers a powerful GTS!)

FJ: "Right in the mouth! Cover him!"

HS: "That could do it right there!"

(Dax is too exhausted to make the count. Logan is already stirring by the time Dax gets over to him, however Dax seems to have another plan already. When Logan gets up, Dax takes him down with a Double Leg Takedown and attempts to lock in the Sharpshooter. Logan however twists as much as he can and avoids being turned onto his stomach. Dax repositions himself and turns his back to the ropes, performing a slingshot-like maneuver instead. Logan sails over the top rope and hits the apron before bouncing to the floor.)

FJ: "This match is outside of the ring more than it's inside. Let's get some order, Chuck!"

HS: "He's doing the best job he can. But I do agree--- he needs to do something. Dax is bleeding pretty badly and Logan is taking some heavy spills."

(Dax slides out of the ring under the bottom rope and meets Logan with a series of fists. The two fight for a moment before Dax finally levels Logan with a Super Kick. Logan is dazed and staggers back, falling atop the announce table. Herb and Frank get up and move out of the way immediately. Dax crawls onto the apron and turns, looking at Logan.)

HS: "What the hell is he gonna do here?!"

(Logan slowly starts to get up on the announce table, swaying just a bit, obviously unstable. Dax launches himself up onto the top rope and springboards off, flying back with a Moonsault that takes both him and Logan off of the announce table and onto the barricade, both of them spilling into the front row. A chant of blasphemous expletives ensues.)

FJ: "HOLY--!"

HS: "---HAVOC!"

FJ: "COME ON, CHUCK!"

(The crowd is once again on their feet from the recklessness of the wrestlers they're watching. Dax and Logan lie on the concrete, Logan face-down and Dax shaking just a bit, staring up at the ceiling.)

HS: "This is… My God. Let's take a look at the replay here. I think Dax may have hurt himself more than he hurt Logan."

(We go to a replay and we see that Logan was able to catch Dax, however he still fell backwards, though Dax's body completely crashed through the barricade. When the replay fades away, Logan is already stirring. He pushes some of the metal from the barricade off of his leg and slides out, rubbing his head. Logan at first seems a bit concerned about his smaller opponent who is shaking, attempting to get up on the ground, blood oozing from the scar on his head, however eventually pushes himself up and throws Dax back out to the floor outside of the ring. Logan limps over to the ring, but collapses by the apron. He slides into the ring under the bottom rope and lies there for a while. The referee has already started to administer a ten-count.)

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
SIX!
SEVEN!

(Dax has just finally showed signs of life and by the count of seven he's crawled up to his knees, though obviously has no clue where he is.)

EIGHT!

(Dax grabs the bottom rope at the count of nine and gets his torso into the ring out of instinct. Logan looks at him from the center and both men look rather frustrated at this point. Logan stands up and motions for Dax to get to his feet. Dax does eventually get up, but Logan lifts him up in a Fireman's Carry position. He then throws Dax neck-first across the top rope. Dax hits the ground and coughs violently. Logan yells for Dax to give up and then hoists him up again. For the second time he lifts him in a Fireman's Carry position, however this time he falls back into a Samoan Drop and pins both of Dax's legs.)

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!

HS: "Logan got it! Logan Alexander advances in the tournament!"

FJ: "No, look! The terrorist grabbed the rope!"

(Logan has a victorious look on his face in the ring but the referee informs him that Dax's foot was on the bottom rope. Logan sighs again, getting increasingly frustrated this entire match. He points to the top rope and exits the ring, ascending the turnbuckles slowly. Dax is crawling up to his feet and by the time he turns around, Logan leaps off the top and comes at him for a diving Spinning Heel Kick. It connects--- but Dax flies back into the referee, knocking him to the ground. Logan lands on top of Dax and holds both of his legs for the pin. The crowd counts to 1…2…3…4…5… but Chuck Abbot is incapacitated and cannot make the count!)

HS: "You've got to be kidding me!"

FJ: "It's his own fault."

(Logan finally realizes what's happened and pushes Dax off to the side. He goes to shake the referee but gets no response. Dax is up to his knees at this point and delivers a Low Blow to Logan from behind, earning a huge negative reaction from the crowd! Logan cries out and falls to his knees and them onto his stomach in the center of the ring. A "Dax sucks!" chant sparks at this point, however. Dax rolls out of the ring and bends down to pick up the flag pole that he brought to the ring. Dax slides back into the ring and measures Logan. When Logan gets to his feet, Dax slams the pole into the back of his knee. Logan falls onto his back and clutches his knee. Dax tosses the flag pole out of the ring and goes out to the apron. He climbs to the top and motions for the end to the crowd. Dax leaps off of the top rope, going for the Blazing Angel--- but Logan rolls out of the way! Dax lands on his back and cries out in pain. Logan, though on one bad leg, picks Dax up and out of nowhere positions him in a standing Headscissors and uses the last of his strength to deliver the LA Overload!)

HS: "LA OVERLOAD! LA OVERLOAD!"

(Logan hooks Dax's leg for the pin and the referee stirs, crawls over to the two and makes a slow three count.)

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!

DING!
DING!
DING!

(A roar of approval erupts from the crowd as Logan 's music hits and he pushes himself into a seated position. The referee climbs up and raises Logan 's arm. Logan just stares at Dax for a moment, who doesn't look to have any desire to move. Logan nods to Dax before rolling out of the ring under the bottom rope.)

HS: "What a show these two men have put on… But at the end of the night, it's Logan Alexander who pulled out the win."

FJ: "The terrorist came up a bit short. He would have done better if he'd stayed on Logan's leg like he did originally."

HS: "That may be true."

(Logan limps up the ramp while the crowd continues to celebrate his victory.)

(COMMERCIAL BREAK.)

(The lights go out. After about five seconds we see a big DW appear on the Ameritron. The fans also begin to boo on the sight of the big DW. Then, the masterful lyrics of "Kingdom Come" blares over the PA. We see pyro going off from around the arena. Finally red pyro shoots up from the stage, and the lights are back on. We see Jeff Christianson standing there looking directly at the ring, with the crowd still boo'ing him. We notice that he not only has a black towel on his head but, Standing alongside him is Paige Christianson. She looks around the arena, and they head down towards the ring. Paige walks up the stairs first, with Jeff following. They walk to the side part of the edge of the ring. Jeff Christianson now spins around and grabs the ropes in a pose for pictures. The crowd takes the pictures while Paige sits on the middle of the rope, holding it for Jeff. Jeff now steps into the ring. He has a cocky smile on his face as Paige enters the ring.)

FJ: "The No Limits title match. This match is gonna decide the standard for future challengers to this championship for 2008!"

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

(With Jeff Christianson already in the ring referee Stu abbot calls the two men together to go through the formalities. With those concluded Christianson and Henry are sent back to their corners.)

(The bell rings and the two men come into the middle meaning business. Henry is caught off guard as DW sidesteps and flips him through a Hip Toss; Henry rolls through cleanly drives a Kick to Christianson's Knee and snatches him in to an Arm Bar; Henry transitions through to an Arm Drag taking Jeff to the mat, Jeff Christianson twists blindsiding the ref and jabs a thumb to Henry's Eye; DW reverse the Arm lock into one of his own and pulls Henry down rolling him into a small package and Stu Abbott slides in for the count.)

FJ: "Oh only a two count, but nicely done by Christianson!"

HS: "He's a cheating son of a bitch, he almost took Henry's eye out!"

(Christianson comes up quickly and drops a Double Axe Handle across Henry's back. Henry still can't focus and staggers from the bow; DW drive a hard downward closed fist punch into Henry's face, referee Stu Abbot steps in between Christianson and Nathan Hawthorn Lee and warns about the illegal in-ring move; Christianson bats the ref aside and props Henry against the ropes before Clothes lining him over the top to the mats below.)

(Christianson takes to the ropes and balances himself at the top just as Henry gets to his feet Christians flies into a Crossbody and takes them both into the steel steps. Henry rebounds hard holding his spine, cameras at ringside document a harsh red welt from where the corner of the steps met Henry's back. A split screen up- on the Ameritron shows the dark Warrior trying to recover from the uncontrolled follow through that landed him up against the security barrier.)

(Henry strips one of the mats free of the concrete and drags it over to Christianson who still has his foot trapped in the bars of the security barrier and drops it on him then drops his knee roughly where Jeff Christianson's chest should be and presses down on his face.)

FJ: "C'mon he suffocating the man this criminally insane!"

HS: "It's an innovative submission hold, that's all and remember this is a fight on the outside match Frank!"

FJ: "Not if he kills him Herb there's gotta be a limit here y'know!"

(Almost a minute later Henry pulls the mat free and the cameras show a gasping, red faced Christianson still with a leg trapped; Henry doesn't pass up the opportunity and stomps the prone mans knee viciously again and again and again.)

(Henry shifts a again and locks in Christianson's Chin and maneuvers him into a Bridge Submission. Still with his leg trapped Christianson scream like a tormented soul from the pain in his back and neck.)

FJ: "If they spent any more time out there this match would have been called by now!"

HS: "But this is 'Fight On The Outside" No Limits Championship style Frank!"

FJ: "Sir Henry aint too smart then looking for the submission out there then. He can only get the win inside the ring with a legal move!"

HS: "Men fight this kind of match aren't just looking for the win Frank!"

(Henry pulls Christianson free from the barrier and rolls him into the ring for the pin. Stu Abbot slides in and counts out 'One! ... Two!')

HS: "Jeff Christianson Kicks out from a near three-count and stays in this No Limits title match!"

FJ: "You know it was his brother that made 'Fight On The Outside' popular dontcha!?"

HS: "Sycophant!"

FJ: "I don't think so, those two in there. They're the :psychos Herb!"

(Henry brings Jeff to his feet and bull rushes him into the corner. The pain of the impact flashes across Christianson's face, Henry sends Jeff across the ring hard and follows with a High Knee Drive; Christianson suddenly hops to the middle ropes and comes out with an Elbow, the two men clash and both take the hit full on; Stu Abbott checks both men and starts counting.)

(Jeff Christianson gets to his feet first and looks like he's about to spit teeth from the impact. Holding the ribs that took Henry's knee Christianson climbs the corner to the top then drops without any ceremony to Drop a Headbutt on Sir Henry.)

HS: "Damn me .."

FJ: "Okay."

(Jeff rolls Henry and Abbott calls the count abut is denied at two as Henry kicks out.)

(Christianson switches to a Front Face lock and toys with Henry a he struggles vainly to free himself. Stu Abbot suddenly calls Christianson off as he points to the ropes and Henry's foot: Jeff pulls Henry to his feet and sends him to ropes and follows parallel only to suddenly drop on the second rebound to Clip the back Henry's legs with his knee and send him sprawling.)

(Christianson hits the ropes again but Henry rolls out under the bottom rope but Christianson keeps coming, leaping to the top rope and into a Five –Star-Frog –Splash.)

HS: "Christianson just put Nathan Hawthorne Lee down with a high death from the middle of that ring!!"

(Security moves in to usher the fans back from the point of impact where Henry and Jeff crashed through the security barrier.)

FJ: "These guys may be out cold for spell why don't w come back after these messages."

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FJ: "Merry Crimbo ladies and Germs. We got your ringside ticket here at Wrestlefest at Madison Square Gardens where Dark warrior, Jeff Christianson faces off against Sir Nathaniel Henry Lee GBE of Damage Inc. for the AWA No Limits Championship title!"

FJ: "Are Damage Inc. still together?"

(A slow motion replay of Jeff Christianson's High Death cuts to the live feed of the two men laid out among the fans nd security keeping order. Henry and Jeff roll almost at the same time each coming to their feet in a painfully slow game of mirror images.)

(Christianson strikes a pair of Knife Edge Chops off the chest of Henry; Henry is rocked and answers with a Forearm Smash and an Elbow that staggers Christianson.; Henry close and locks a Choke on Christianson and smiles fully aware that there will be no five count to deny him this time.; a virtual five-count comes and goes and the panic in Christianson's face suddenly switches to calm as he reaches behind him and gouges at Henry's eyes then snaps his heel up in between Henry's legs.)

(The choke is released and Christianson staggers away to catch his breath; Henry snatches up a steel chair and advances on Christianson and slams the folded chair down on Jeff's head, a second blow across the Dark warriors shoulders has him writhing from the lashing and exposes him to a hard jab from the chair to his gut; Henry throws the chair at Christianson who is barely able to block its impact and stumbles back out to the mat.)

(Henry comes after Christianson hard connecting with a Running Drop Kick that sends Christianson to the apron and then to the mats; Henry hauls DW to his feet but is suddenly thrown via a Belly t Belly Suplex; Christianson grabs Henry and tries another Face Lock but Henry rolls hard to escape the lock and tries to move into Fujiwara Armbar only to have Christianson turn it into a Jumping Arm Breaker forcing Henry to release Christianson to stumble away; Henry barely blocks as Jeff moves back to club him with a set of Forearm Blows, Jeff is brought down hard in a DDT from Henry who quickly picks him up and walks him to the steel steps and rams his face off of the top of the steps a few times before rolling him back inside the ring.)

(Bringing Jeff to is feet Henry sends Christianson to the ropes catching him in a Drop Toe Hold on the return; Henry rolls Jeff for the pin. Stu Abbot comes in and counts out 'One ! .. Two!' Henry comes to his knees with his head in his hands almost in tears with effort of putting his opponent away.)

(Christianson is brought to his feet again and sent to the ropes again and Henry hit the opposite ropes to charge Jeff. Christianson holds on the top ropes nd Henry stall in the center of the ring and charges again; Christianson moves and Scoops Henry up for an Atomic Drop but Henry counters and hooks an arm around Christianson's neck; Driving a nee up into Jeff's face Henry executes an Brainbuster DDT and covers Jeff for a pin.)

FJ: "Sudden Death by Sir Nathaniel Henry Lee GBE!!!"

HS: "Stu Abbott is checking the pin and here it comes. One, two, three!!"

FJ: "Sir Henry is out new AWA No Limits Champion and his reign already set to face King Masa, the winner of the Fatal Four Way match for number one contedership."

(COMMERCIAL BREAK.)

HS: "Well now ladies and gentlemen, it is time for the finals of the Cruiserweight title tournament! Four men started on the path tonight, and now we are down to the last two, and appropriately enough, both are former Cruiserweight champions."

FJ: "It is quite fitting that the man who injected new life into the Cruiserweight division..."

HS: "Oh no..."

FJ: "A belt that he never should have lost..."

HS: "Will you stop?"

FJ: "A belt that he was screwed out of time and time again..."

HS: "I swear, it's like he writes your notes for you or something."

FJ: "...Is going to finally win back what was rightfully his all this time, and he's going to do it over the carcass of one of my least favorite people in the world. That's right ladies and gentlemen, the Future is back on track, and it's a one way ticket to Domination street for the Extremely Crappy Wrestler. Ha! Like what I did there, Summers?"

HS: "Your pathetic attempt to play on initials? Why, yes I did."

FJ: "Ass."

The lights go out, but the crowd knows who is coming. 'Biggest and the Best' begins to play, confirming their fears and signaling their jeers.)

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

(Sparks begin to exit the stage while the fans continue to boo.)

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

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

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

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

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

(A huge explosion suddenly blinds the arena, revealing Jason Storm and Maria.)

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

FJ: "Look at him! Isn't he amazing? He's like...Diet Low, which makes him all different kinds of awesome."

HS: "In that case, he's in some serious trouble; Logan beat Low the last time we were on pay-per-view."

FJ: "Do you see any barbed wire around here? I didn't think so."

(Jason allows Maria to walk to the ring ahead of him, rushing into the ring just he can make a show of holding down the ropes for her. Maria, for her part, looks like she'd rather be somewhere else.)

HS: "The more I look at that, the more disgusted I become. How does that man live with himself?"

FJ: "He doesn't. He lives with Maria! Woo-hoo!!"

HS: "You do know she's pregnant right?"

FJ: "You know what they say about pregnant women and sex, Summers!"

I'm the biggest, the best, better than the rest, better than the rest. I'm the biggest, the best, better than the rest, better than the rest. I'm the biggest, the best, better than the rest, better than the rest. I'm the biggest, the best, better than the rest, better than the rest.

(Storm calls for the microphone, motioning that he wants to get something out before Logan Alexander can interrupt him.)

HS: "Oh no; don't hand him that..."

(Despite Herb's warning, the microphone is indeed handed to the arrogant cruiserweight, and he slowly brings the microphone to his mouth, grinning with the increase of boos. He slowly drops the microphone to some moderate cheers, and then swiftly brings it back to his face.)

STORM: "Fakeout!"

FJ: "HA!"

HS: "Yep, he's like Low alright."

STORM: "Well well, well; here we are, just one match away from reclaiming my title. *crowd boos* Now I know every single one of you will probably cheer for my opponent, Logan Alexander..."

(The crowd interrupts with loud chants of "LO-GAN! LO-GAN!" before quieting down. Storm rolls his eyes before continuing.)

STORM: "Which is good, because frankly I had absolutely no desire to be cheered by the ass-hole of the United States, New York. So I hereby dedicate this victory to a real Northeastern state; New Jersey."

FJ: "Oh he just DIDN'T!!!"

(Oh yes he did, and the crowd now starts throwing him gestures along with curses. Jason just laughs and points to a heavyset woman in the front row.)

STORM: "Oh what, you don't think I can win, fatso? Tell you what, I am so confident in my win tonight, that I'm going to wrestle Logan in a way that Harrison never had the balls to do...figuratively speaking of course."

(Storm gives Maria a pointed look and points to the back.)

STORM: "Maria, step on back there and wait for me in the dressing room, please."

(Maria stares at Jason with cold eyes before heading up the ramp with a huff and a toss of her hair.)

FJ: "Uppity bitch."

HS: "I thought you liked her."

FJ: "No, I want to hammer her; big difference."

STORM: "Now that that's out of the way; Logan, I've been waiting for seven God-damn long months to get my title back, and quite frankly, I don't want to wait seven more God-damned minutes! Get your Maple Leaf-loving ass out here!"

(Storm tosses the microphone away, and now he is rip-rearing and ready to go, hands on knees and hunched over in a ready position; his almost slap-happy look from before has been completely replaced with one of intensity, licking his upper-lips with a rapidly retreating tongue.)

("In the End" starts to play. After almost twenty seconds, Logan doesn't appear from the entryway. A black, white, and silver colored "Chaos Stryke" flag appears out in the crowd, indicating where Logan is making his way through the fans towards the ring. Many fans pat Logan on the back and high five him as he makes his way past. He reaches the ring barricade and climbs over. He then slides into the ring, eyeing Storm, and walks around to each side with the flag hanging over his shoulder as he encourages the crowd. He watches Jason Storm as he rolls up the flag and drops it outside the ring. He then removes his ring jacket and drops it to the floor as well. He walks over towards the corner opposite his Jason and watches him quietly as he awaits the opening bell.)

(Jason doesn't even wait for the opening bell before he pounces on Logan like a rabbit.)

FJ: "HELLO!!"

HS: "Storm wasn't kidding when he said he didn't want to wait! This maybe a mistake to go in this hot and heavy, however; he's already wrestled once tonight, and playing out his reserves this early may cost him."

FJ: "Logan's wrestled once already as well, Summers! In situations like this, he who strikes hard first will be victorious, and to the victor go the spoils!"

(Jason forces Logan into a corner where he rains down punches and knee strikes on the AWA veteran. Logan tries to cover up as best he can, but decides that playing defensively will only lead to a loss. He waits for a knee strike, and then grabs hold. Jason hops on his other foot to prevent himself from losing his balance, and Logan takes this opportunity to force both of them out of the corner. Jason attempts an Enzuguri, but Logan ducks, and Jason eats a face-full of mat. Logan begins to twist the ankle, looking for the ankle-lock, but Jason rolls out of it. Logan manages to stay on his feet with a cartwheel, but is disoriented enough to be helpless as Jason takes him down with a side headlock. Logan quickly regains his bearings however, and head scissors out of it.)

(Jason tries to kip up, but Logan keeps him down. Another attempt is stopped, so Jason changes it up by bridging back, then flipping to his feet, with Logan's legs trapped in a deathlock. Logan realizes there might be danger, so uses Jason's own momentum to get to his back, his shoulders flat on the mat barely long enough for the referee to even notice, let alone count. That is all the time Logan needs to draw his legs towards him and kick Jason off, rolling backwards to his knees. They were so close to the ropes, however, that Jason simply rebounded off of them, and attempted the buzz saw kick! Logan sees his doom coming and ducks, causing the kick to go wild. Alexander immediately springs on the other, vulnerable leg, and takes Jason to the mat on his back with a single leg-trip, before attempting to lock on what is quite clearly the Perfect Chaos Theory! Jason frantically tries to twist this way and that, and finally succeeds in twisting enough of his upper body around to allow him to get a quick roll-up! The referee is quickly in position, but the mat technician reverses the roll-up into a cradle. One one-count later, and Jason is out of the cradle and back to his feet. )

(He rebounds off the ropes again, looking for the Mid-South Boot, but Logan casually tosses the foot aside, waiting for Jason to spin completely around before taking the younger man down with an arm drag. Jason grimaces in pain before forcefully swinging Logan's arm over his head, attempting an armbar. Logan manages to get to his feet, but Jason ducks down and nails an arm drag of his own. Both men kip up to their feet, and suddenly find themselves locked up in an intense front facelock, both men forcing each other to the ropes, along the cables, and finally stop inside a corner, where the referee forces them to break the hold. The crowd, by this point, had been on their feet, stamping, hooting, and hollering with all their might.)

FJ: "...whoa!"

HS: "An intense opening exchange by both men, and...yes, it looks like Logan's offering Storm a handshake."

(Storm strokes his chin with a half-smirk on his face, eyes raised in surprise that he would be trusted like this. Jason shrugs and accepts the handshake...only to slap Logan in the face with the other hand.)

FJ: "Ha-ha!! That's what you get for being Canadian!"

(Storm takes advantage of Logan's temporarily stunned state, and brings him in, spinning around, and belly-to-belly suplexing Logan OVER THE RING ROPES!!!)

FJ: "HOLY SHIT!!!"

HS: "LOGAN'S HEAD BOUNCED OFF THE RING APRON!!"

(Not even the booing crowd can deter Jason from dancing a little jig while Logan struggles to get to his feet. Storm walks over to the ring ropes before grabbing a hold of the top cable and leaping over it, landing on the apron. He spares a quick glance to his back to make sure that Logan is still there, before springing up and hitting the Asai Moonsault!!! Storm gives a little bow before dragging Logan over to the corner of the guard-rail, setting Logan stomach first across the guard rail. He walks to the opposite corner, flicking off the fans along the way. Leaping up and clicking his heels, Storm rushes to the other corner, hitting the Mid-South Boot right to the skull, causing Logan's head to smash against the rail! Logan tumbles in face first, and now not even the boos of the crowd can change this momentum shift.)

FJ: "Ha! Told you Summers; Stormy's got this one in the bag."

HS: "He's in control now, but this wouldn't be the first time we've thought Logan was down and out only for him to come back."

FJ: "Assuming he does come back."

HS: "He just might, if Storm doesn't follow up now."

(Jason is indeed desperately trying to catch his breath; the toll of forcing a fast-paced match-up even though he already wrestled once tonight was just starting to set in. Still, Storm had made his bed, and he was determined to sleep in it come hell or high-water. Grabbing Logan by the hair, Storm forces him back onto the ring apron before entering the ring himself and grabbing a front headlock on Logan. He walks back until Logan is draped across the ropes. Storm barely shout his intentions just before falling back and hitting the Hangman's DDT! He rolls Logan up...1....2....kickout. Storm springs back to his feet, wobbling a bit as he lands and pausing to catch his breath. Logan takes this time to roll towards the ropes and use them to get up. Storm sees him, and makes as if to rush over, leaping back when Logan attempts a super kick. Jason catches the foot, and wags a finger at him before spinning Logan around and peppering him with one jab...two jabs...three jabs...Jason spins around and nails the discus lariat. Jason covers again 1...2..kickout.)

(Storm grunts in frustration before forcing an almost deadweight Logan to his feet again, Irish whipping him into the corner. Jason goes to the outside, mounts the turnbuckle and grabs Logan by the head before flipping over, bringing Logan down for the Bleak Destiny! Logan rolls to his side, clutching at his neck, but Jason follows him in. Rather than going for a cover, however, Storm locks in the Anaconda Vice!!!)

FJ: "Logan's screaming in pain! Come on, tap you Benedict Arnold!!"

HS: "Logan has his hand raised, he just might tap, is he...YES HE....NO HE'S NOT!!! FOOT ON THE ROPE!!!"

(This time it's not a grunt Storm utters as pushes Logan forcefully to the mat. He looks back over to the turnbuckle, and begins to nod his head, dragging his opponent towards said turnbuckle. He gets Logan in a front facelock, but Logan deadweights Jason, preventing him from being taken up and over. Jason strains against gravity before simply letting go and punting Logan right in the skull! The crowd 'oohs' at the impact before Jason gets Logan in the front facelock again, this time hitting the brainbuster!! Jason rolls to the outside, noticeably winded as he climbs to the top. Even still he has time enough to pander to the crowd before diving off.)

FJ: "It's the end, Summers!! Corkscrew splash!!!"

HS: "Jason sores, he spins...he CRASHES AND BURNS!!!!"

(Logan rolled out of the way, causing Jason to hit the canvas spine first with great impact! Jason rolled out of the ring clutching at his back while Logan once again struggled to his feet. Seeing a chance that might never present itself again, Logan ran to the opposite ropes, rebounded, rushed towards Storm, and hit a picture perfect suicide dive! The fans are solidly behind the Canadian wrestler now, with chants of "LO-GAN! LO-GAN!!" Once again filling the arena. Logan struggled back to his feet, beginning to shake his arms, scream, and slap himself to get adrenaline to replace energy. Logan hit's a forearm 'European' uppercut directly on to the jaw, than whips Storm into the barricade. Storm's back arches unnaturally as he half stumbles out of the corner, unaware that he was walking straight towards Logan. Alexander simply smiled while pushing sweaty hair out of his face before booting Storm in the gut and set Jason up for what appeared to be a powerbomb type maneuver. Unfortunately for Storm, a powerbomb was about the furthest thing from Logan's mind...)

FJ: "Wait, he's not going to...no, no NO!!!"

HS: "LA OVERLOAD!!! THE FRONT-FLIP PILEDRIVER!!! RIGHT ON THE FLOOR!!!"

(Jason flips over and lands unceremoniously on his bottom, crashing back first into the ring steps and completely unaware that he might have suffered a concussion. The 'might' became a 'definitely' when Logan ran forward and hit a running dropkick, smashing Jason's head into the steel again! Logan rolls Storm into the ring and immediately goes for a cover 1...2.....kickout!!!)

FJ: "Oh no! Storm's bleeding from the head!!"

HS: "I doubt it will be long before Storm's hair catches a tint of red, but I don't think Logan's too inclined to sympathy at this point."

(Logan tries to catch his own breath and allows Storm to get to his feet, waiting for him to turn around before catching him up for a body slam, but instead tosses Storm towards the cables, where the hapless Indiana native landed throat first. Gagging, Storm stumbled back only to be caught in a German Suplex with a bridge!)

HS: "One!"

FJ: "Kickout!"

HS: "TWO!!"

FJ: "KICKOUT!!!"

HS: "THRE-KICKOUT!!!"

FJ: "*PHEW*"

(Logan immediately questions the count along with every fan in the building, but the referee stands firm that Jason's shoulder was off the mat before three. Both men get to their feet, but it is Logan who's up first, and Logan who strikes first, Irish whipping Storm into the corner. Logan charges forward, but Storm manages to duck and roll to safety towards the center of the ring. Logan is surprised, but not off-guard as he leaps up towards the second turnbuckle and without the slightest pause or hesitation leaps out to catch Storm in a cross body. Storm leaps up to meet Logan halfway...)

HS: "SUDDEN REVOLUTION!!! I DON'T BELIEVE IT; SUDDEN REVOLUTION OUT OF NOWHERE!!!"

FJ: "Aw Hell yeah!! Count in ref; say it with me Summers!!! Oooooooneeeee....twwwwoooooo....threeeee-what the hell?!"

HS: "I don't believe it! Logan kicked out of Sudden Revolution!!!! That's the move that won him the Cruiserweight title! The move that won him so many matches; the move that has put Logan down in the past, and yet it still failed! Storm has to be absolutely livid!!!"

(Storm is indeed livid, but that may not be such a good thing for Logan, as anger got the blood flowing, and fatigue was shed like a cloak even as blood poured down Storm's face. Not even bothering to question the count, Storm began to hit elbow drop after elbow drop after elbow drop right to the back of Logan's skull. He then walks over to a turnbuckle and heads up top, ignoring the referee's warning and count while he motions for Logan to get back to his feet. Despite the warnings of the crowd, Logan does indeed make way to his feet. Storm leaps off, wrapping his legs around Alexander's neck. In one smooth motion, Jason swings around and back, taking Logan down with the hurricanranna. Rather than allowing himself to be smashed onto his head, Logan dives forward, taking Storm with him in a sunset flip predicament along the edge of the ring. Rather than simply stretch a leg out and chance getting at the ropes, Storm uses the last of the momentum to get to his feet. Logan's facial expression at this point is the visual definition of 'oh shit...' caught on his rump with legs out-stretched, Storm knows he has the time to give a cocky smirk and a finger before spinning around and almost caving in Logan's skull with a buzz saw kick! Storm keeps on spinning, and brings the same leg into Logan's face as a knee strike!)

HS: "Your Destiny!!!"

FJ: "I told you, Summers!! Let justice prevail!"

(Storm more or less collapses on top of Logan, but the pinfall at this point is academic; Your Destiny is a knockout shot. One....two.....thre-foot on the ropes!!!)

FJ: "WHAT?!"

(Jason pops back up with a look that is nothing else than sheer terror, slightly calming down only when he has affirmed that it was a foot on the ropes that broke up the count, not a kickout; slightly. Storm screams as loud as he can, 'MOONSAULT!' before dragging Logan into an appropriate position. Jason stumbles over to the corner, clearly fighting a losing battle with fatigue as he mounts the first turnbuckle. He either doesn't realize or doesn't comprehend the fans sudden cheering, but they were doing so at seeing Logan shockingly get to his own feet! Storm may have been bleeding from the top of his head, but Logan's nose is an unrecognizable crimson mess. That doesn't stop him from seeing Storm mount the second turnbuckle, and he power-walks over there not unlike a drunken fool. Jason is finally aware of Logan's presence with a few stiff-shots to the back. Grabbing Jason by the hair, Logan takes the other man across his shoulders, walking towards the center of the ring before dropping him on his head with the Chaotic Inversion!)

HS: "Chaotic Inversion! That's usually the set-up for...yes! Rear Naked Choke; Revised Chaotic Theory!"

(Storm is now having as difficult a time breathing as Logan is, yet he forces himself to his feet anyway. Logan leaps up to lock in a body scissors, and now Jason is hunched over, carrying the weight of a two hundred pound man on his back. Storm knows that if Logan gets him to the ground, it's over. Jason hops over to the turnbuckles before slamming into them back-and Logan-first. A grunt from Logan sprays blood everywhere in a disgusting mist of mucus, but Storm stumbles out of the corner free of his unwanted burden, coughing up blood and sinking to his knees.)

HS: "This can't possibly go on much longer! They've been going at it almost none-stop since the bell rang, they're already exhausted from previous match-ups, and they've both lost a lot of blood! The next big move will end this!"

FJ: "Logan charges...and eats a super kick!"

(Logan spins around and smashes face first into the turnbuckle. Storm tries to follow, stumbles, but reaches Logan anyway. With a great hulking effort, Storm tries to force Logan up. He manages to get him the second turnbuckle, but Logan shoves off, and Storm finds himself supporting Logan's weight again, only this time Logan is smashing his elbow on Storm's head. Unfortunately for Logan, Storm's in a position of far more control, and simply allows himself to stumble back for a bit before spinning around and placing Logan on the diagonal corner. Storm leaps up and hit's a forearm smash to the back of Logan's head before following him up, signaling that this time, it is all over.)

FJ: "Alright! Here comes that big move you mentioned, Herb! Belly-to-back superplex!"

HS: "He's got him up...but wait, Logan's elbowing his way out of it! Storm's wobbling, but maintains his balance...Logan reaches around, grabs him by the neck...STRYKE FORCE INVERSION!! FROM THE TOP ROPE!!!"

FJ: "WHAT?!"

HS: "LOGAN MAKES THE COVER!!!! ONE! TWO!!! THREE!!!!! LOGAN'S DONE IT, HE WON, HE WON!!! FOR THE THIRD TIME IN HIS CAREER, LOGAN IS THE CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPION!"

(The fans once again start chanting for Logan, as the emotional Canadian supports himself with knees and cables as the referee raises his hand. The ref leaves for a moment to bring Logan the belt, but Storm grabs a hold of it and yanks it out of the official's hands.)

HS: "Oh come on! That's not yours!!"

(Both men get to their feet, staring at each other. Storm looks at Logan, than at the belt before reluctantly handing it over to Logan. Logan goes to grab it, but Jason doesn't let go.)

JASON: "I'm coming for this, bitch."

LOGAN: "Anytime."

(Jason let's go and offers a hand, which Logan accepts. If anyone thinks there is anything more to the gesture of either man other than a healthy respect for the other's abilities, their cold stares at each other rudely disabuse such notions. Jason leaves the ring while Logan holds the belt up in victory before paramedics demand to look at the remains of his nose.)

FJ: "This is utter crap!! Storm was robbed!"

HS: "Look Frank; I'm sure that Storm is perfectly capable of coming up with an excuse as to why he lost this match too; he doesn't need your help in that regard."

FJ: "It's not an excuse if it's true, Summers!"

HS: "Storm took what proved to be a gamble that would have been smart if it worked and stupid all other times by forcing this to be a faced-paced match-up from the get-go. If he took the match at a slower pace, then he could have settled into a grove. As it was, they went full-tilt, had a shorter match then many were expecting, and this is the result."

FJ: "Oh come on; even you have to admit that it could have gone either way."

HS: "Oh I'll never dispute that; Lady Luck played a significant role in this match to be sure."

FJ: "Damn that bitch."

HS: "We'll be right back while Frank cries about this disappointment."

FJ: "Shut up..."

(COMMERCIAL BREAK.)

HS: "Welcome back ladies and gentlemen! Our main event is up next. The AWA World title was declared vacant about the end of the AWA's break, ending Brian Stevens' record-shattering seven-month World title reign. The AWA announced a match between the former Champion Stevens and his most recent number one contender, Evan Heir. However, The Legendary Low and his lawyers got involved, invoking Low's guaranteed title shot that he earned by winning King Of The Kage last July. To say Stevens was upset would be understatement."

FJ: "And I can partly understand him, maybe Low could have chosen a more direct way to deal with his friend. However, I can also see Low's point of view, who went a full year without so much as a World title shot and he felt it was his turn now."

HS: "Stevens said that his turn ends the second his shoulders are pinned to the mat. Well, Evan Heir will certainly do his best tonight to finally make that happen. Brian Stevens dominated the World title picture for seven months this year. Low ruled the US title scene for more than two months and along with Sir Henry broke the record for longest Tag Team title reign over the summer. And Evan Heir dominated the Cruiserweight title scene for more than three months. Tonight, these three dominant AWA superstar will battle it out to find who will leave Madison Square Garden, maybe for the last time, as the AWA World Heavyweight Champion."

(The opening tunes of Frank Sinatra's "New York, New York" begin to play and the crowd rises and cheers wildly, when suddenly, we hear sounds as if someone ripped the needle off an LP. The opening chords of The Stooges' "My Idea Of Fun" then begin to play and most of the crowd erupts in cheers, with some scattered but audible boos throughout the Garden. The MSG lights are dimmed and the arena is illuminated by several orange laser lights. Orange fireworks go off at each side of the ramp, as well as each side of the stage. One by one the fireworks work their way towards the entrance area in the center of the stage. As they reach their destination, one HUGE orange explosion shakes MSG's foundation. The noise intensifies as The Legendary Low steps out onto the stage.)

HS: "This is Low's first match since losing the US title in a Barbed Wire Match to Logan Alexander at Overpower back in September. He elected not to take part in the AWA's joint events in Korea and Mexico."

FJ: "He certainly knows how to play to HIS crowd, the people of his adopted home, adding a little Ol' Blue Eyes to his entrance. It's like everything is reversed here in New York, Herb – the people love him here. These people have some taste!"

(As an orange firework rain almost looks like a curtain between Low and the Ameritron, Low starts walking down the ramp in a fast-paced manner, yelling at some of the fans right next to the ramp, acknowledging others with a nod.)

HS: "Low has held the AWA World title a record ten times. The last time he walked towards a ring with that belt around his waist was almost exactly one year ago, at this very arena, at this very event. At Wrestlefest II, Low had his very first singles match on an AWA pay-per-view event, successfully defending the then-Light Heavyweight title against The Needle. At Wrestlefest III he defended the World title against three AWA legends in Ray Owens, Dave Santini and Steven Caldera. At Wrestlefest VI, he returned from a hiatus to defeat King Chozen. At Wrestlefest VII, he defeated Whisper to win half of the AWA, only to screw President Gray after the match and assume FULL control of the company."

FJ: "And tonight he's got the chance to make history one more time by winning his 11th World title."

(Orange spotlights crisscross the arena, as Low finally reaches the ring. He walks up the steps and draws some loud cheers as he arrogantly smiles to the crowd. He enters the ring and spreads his arms and circles around the ring, as his music dies down. 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 black pants and white robe, facing a unique mixed reaction from the MSG crowd. He throws a few punches at the camera closest to him before proceeding to walk down the ramp. Sienna Harrison walks behind him.)

FJ: "I guess the kid didn't expect that kind of reaction."

HS: "Well, again, this is Low's crowd, and we all know what wrestling in front of your hometown crowd can do to a dynamic. Brian Stevens knows all about it. I am sure Evan Heir can deal with it."

(Evan jumps onto the apron and Sienna pulls the robe from his body right before Evan enters the ring, falling back against the ropes, sitting on the middle as Sienna climbs the stairs. Sienna climbs into the ring and waves to the crowd, leaning over the top rope while standing on the bottom to blow kisses to the audience. Meanwhile, Evan ascends the turnbuckles, throwing his signature "V" signal into the air.)

HS: "Evan Heir has become one of the most impressive newcomers in AWA history. He debuted earlier this year in spring and quickly became a credible challenger for the AWA Cruiserweight title. He had a pair of title changes upsetting Logan Alexander and then held the title for more than three months, during which he defeated many AWA superstars, such as NHL, Brian Williams, Orlando Ortega... and Low. His Wrestlefest debut could end with a big bang."

(Evan jumps down from the turnbuckles, then runs against the ropes, jogging back and forth around the ring a bit to get warmed up as he awaits combat. Low just looks at the scene, knowing this crowd is his. The lights in the arena suddenly cut out and an unnerving silence befalls the venue. The AWA Faithful whom have flocked to the venue buzz feverishly until the lone gritty guitar of Thursday's "Jet Black New Year" hits us like a brick to the head. White lights dance wildly to the beat. Synthesizers and drums join the guitar as a flood of green flashing lights join into the fray. Suddenly, the song goes into the second intro and the trademark wind machine and smoke machines are blowing wildly. Finally, Brian Stevens makes his entrance. The fans go crazy, mostly booing the hell out of Stevens as he walks on the stage among the chaotic smoke and wind, which violently whip and breeze past him. However, there are also a lot of cheers for the former World Champion.)

HS: "Much like Low and Heir, Stevens faces a different crowd reaction than he normally would. New York loves its bad asses, and Stevens is one. He is also Low's partner in Damage, Inc., but he also is Low's opponent tonight."

(After a few seconds on the stage glaring into the ring at Heir and Low, Stevens proceeds down the steel ramp way towards the ring. Once at the bottom of the ramp, the Strong Style legend walks the entire outside of the ring, occasionally bantering with fans until he slides into the ring. Stevens rises to a knee as the lights around the ring darken and flicker as a spotlight falls over Stevens and, if even thought possible, more random white lights flicker to the beat of the music around the ring and in the audience.)

HS: "Brian Stevens made his AWA debut almost three years ago and has quickly become an all-time AWA legend. A key member of Damage, Inc., Stevens has defeated almost every legend put in front of him – except Low. He is a two-time AWA World Champion and his second reign shattered every lengevity record there is. 2007 was his year, no doubt about it. The AWA Awards reflected that as well. Tonight he looks to regain what he felt is rightfully his, as he told Low that his turn with the World title would only end once his shoulders are pinned to the mat for the title."

(Stevens continues to kneel center ring, almost in some sort of prayer or ritual. However, as the seconds pass, he finally unzips his ring jacket and rises to his feet in one astonishing moment! Stevens walks to the ropes and stands on the middle rope while defiantly bragging and boasting to the crowd. Stevens hits all four sides of the ring before he finally finds his corner. Stevens now is in one corner, Low in the opposite corner and Heir in the corner to Stevens' left. The three men stare at each other, with each of them taking turns every few seconds.)

FJ: "You can feel the tension in the air. Heir finally wants that win over Stevens. Stevens is unhappy with Low. Low wants to avenge his loss to Heir again. They ALL want the AWA World title."

HS: "Six times a new AWA World Champion has left MSG, today will be the seventh time."

(The bell rings. The three men slowly walk into the middle of the ring, but suddenly Heir explodes forward with a clothesline that floors Stevens. Heir is quick to regain his footing and nails Low with a high dropkick that sends New York's Finest out of the ring. Stevens is back up, but Heir connects with an enzuigiri. He covers, but only gets one. The crowd boos, as they want to see their hometown anti.hero in the ring, but Low is on all fours on the outside, holding his head. Heir goes after Stevens with a series of knife edge chops, and regardless of the crowd's loyalty to Low, they "Wooooo" along with every chop. Finally, Stevens ducks a chop and connects with a forearm to Heir's head, then a second one, then a third, but Heir ducks a fourth one and puts Stevens into a side headlock. Stevens, though, Irish whips Heir into the ropes. Heir ducks the clothesline attempt and goes into the ropes on the other side. He leapfrogs Stevens, who was going for a backdrop, and suddenly takes off to dropkick Low, who had just climbed to the apron. Stevens comes charging, but Heir sees him and connects with an X-factor faebuster. As Low pulls himself up on the outside using the bottom rope for assistance, Heir goes into the ropes on the far side of the ring. He goes for a baseball slide, but Low moves out of the way and Heir slides out of the ring. Low charges Heir, but Heir counters with a drop toe-hold that sends Low face-first into the ringsteps, to a loud chorus of boos from the NYC crowd.)

HS: "They like their bullies here in New York."

FJ: "I have to admit, I am impressed with Heir outmaneuvering Low and Stevens here so far."

(Heir slides back into the ring, starts running and grounds Stevens with a running bulldog. He jumps onto the second rope and connects with a springboard moonsault. The following cover gets him a two-count. Low, still groggy from that head-first collision with the ringsteps, slowly crawls back into the ring, where heir connects with a low dropkick to Low's head. He then does the same to Stevens. As Low gets back up, Heir connects with a huracanrana.)

FJ: "Come on, Low, come on, Stevens, get your acts together!"

HS: "Evan Heir is dominating Brian Stevens and Low, and this particular crowd is none too thrilled with it."

FJ: "I can't blame them at all."

(Low has pulled himself up in the corner, but he can't move in time as Heir Irish whips Stevens into that very same corner and the two DI members collide. As the two hang in the corner, Heir takes off and hits both with a Stinger splash. Stevens stumbles forward and falls to the mat and the Low collides... on top of him. Heir smiles and a few fans laugh, but the majority of the crowd boos Heir. Heir pulls both men up and nails them with a double-DDT. He covers Stevens and gets only two. He covers Low and gets two again. Heir then whips Low into the ropes and connects with a spinebuster. An Irish whip to Stevens is followed by a backdrop and Stevens lands right on Low's upper body.)

HS: "Smart tactic from Heir to use both of his opponents against each other."

(The crowd becomes restless and the majority erupts in a "Let's go Low" chant. But Heir isn't done yet. Low and Stevens are both slow to get up and Heir ceizes the moment and climbs to the top turnbuckle. He waits until noth are back up and then nails Stevens with a missile dropkick. The impact sends Stevens right into Low and the two DI members hit their heads together and drop to the mat. He covers Stevens and only gets two.)

HS: "Heir is really trying to win this in quick order."

FJ: "Yeah, because he realizes that this is his only chance to take the World title home with him."

HS: "If you say so."

FJ: "I do."

(Heir waits for Low to get up to his feet, grabs him and hits a Diamond Dog. The cover gets two again. Stevens charges, but Heir drop toe-holds him and this time Stevens headbutts Low right into the groin. Heir covers Low, but only gets a two-count.)

FJ: "That was cheap on Heir's part."

HS: "That was an accident."

FJ: "Sure it was."

(Heir nails Stevens with a spinning wheel kick. As he turns around, Low charges him with an attempted clothesline, but Heir ducks and Low flies over the top rope and out of the ring. Stevens charges, but Heir AGAIN drops him with a drop toe-hold and Stevens lands throat-first on the middle rope. Heir goes into the far ropes as if going for a 619, but before we can find out what he was planning, Low is on the apron, jumps onto the top rope and almost takes Heir's head off with a springboard clothesline. The crowd is going nuts.)

FJ: "Low's first successful offensive maneuver in this match and the crowd LOVES it."

(All three men are now on the mat, trying to catch their breath. Low is the first man back up and he helps Stevens up by his shoulder. He says something to Stevens and his body language tells us that he wants to double-team Heir. Stevens nods slightly, although he doesn't seem to fully trust Low anymore. The two then proceed to lay the boots to Heir, with the majority of the people in Madison Square Garden cheering them. They pick Heir up and walk him over to a corner, then proceed to take turns hitting knife edge chops on Heir's chest. With every chop the crowd goes "Woooooo".)

FJ: "See how quickly the tide has turned, Herb?"

HS: "Look at Heir's chest, it almost looks like raw hamburger meat after this series of chops."

(As Stevens hits the final chop, Heir staggers into the middle of the ring and collapses. Low raises his arms and is greeted by a loud chorus of cheers. Stevens whips Heir into the ropes, catches him and hits a Samoan drop. In the meantime, Low has climbed to the top rope and just as Heir hits the mat, Low comes off the ropes and hits the Highest Low Frog Splash. But he chooses not to cover, something Stevens notices. Now it is Stevens who climbs the ropes and Low who whips Heir into the ropes. Low catches the much lighter Heir and in a rare display of strength Gorilla presses Heir high above his head, before sending him face-first to the mat. Stevens wastes no time and comes off the top rope with a diving dynamite headbutt. He doesn't cover Heir neither.)

HS: "Either they are no completely on the same side, waiting for the right moment to bring the World title back to DI, or they are playing some kind of game here."

(Stevens picks Heir up in an inverted atomic drop position, while Low goes into the ropes, rebounds and hits Heir with a flying clothesline.)

HS: "Hart Attack from DI."

FJ: "I get what they are doing, Herb. They're performing the tag team finisher or signature moves from some of the greatest tag teams of all-time on Heir. And once he is down and out, they will do what they promised us all year would happen if they had to face off – they will have a scientific classic encounter."

(Low now picks Heir up and hits a side backbreaker, but never releases Heir. Stevens climbs to the middle rope and connects with a perfectly-timed elbow drop on Heir's throat, almost decapitating him.)

FJ: "Man, what a demolition of Heir."

(But the onslaught continues. Low now picks Heir up in a piledriver position and Stevens comes off the middle rope for a spike piledriver.)

HS: "That must have busted Heir's brain."

(Stevens picks Heir up and whips him into the corner. The force was such that Heir hit the corner with his chest. Stevens wastes no time and hoists Heir up onto his shoulders. Low climbs to the top rope and hits a flying clothesline.)

FJ: "Heir is doomed! Not even his legion of fans can help him now."

(Now it is Low who puts Heir onto his shoulders. Stevens climbs to the top rope and nails Heir with a nasty-looking flying bulldog.)

HS: "Heir has no fans to pump him up and it allows DI to make him dog-faced."

(Stevens easily puts Heir onto his shoulder, while Low is climbing to the top rope again. Stevens nails Heir with a power slam and Low comes flying with an elbow drop immediately afterwards.)

FJ: "That was nasty."

(They pull Heir up once again and whip him into the ropes. Low picks Heir up and Stevens grabs him and hits an ace crusher-like move on Heir.)

FJ: "3D!"

(Low covers, but Stevens pulls him off at two. The two stare at each other and Stevens ask Low what this was supposed to be. The ringside camera can pick up that Low explains that he got caught up in the moment and covered Heir by instinct. He offers his hand to Stevens and Stevens takes it. The two take turns holding Heir for the other one and slapping the spit out of his mouth or chopping his already deep-red chest even more. The crowd enjoys it. Heir staggers as Stevens releases him and Low quickly pulls him to the mat and applies a Fujiwara armbar. Stevens is there and grabs Heir by the hair and follows with rapid-fire Kawada kicks to the former two-time Cruiserweight Champion's head. On instinct, Heir manages to grab the bottom rope and Stevens and Low are forced to break the attack. They don't let go off their victim for long, however, as Stevens picks Heir up in a fireman's carry position and hits his head into the turnbuckle, then runs across the ring and hits it into that turnbuckle as well.)

FJ: "The krush rush."

(Stevens puts Heir onto his feet and Heir still staggers, holding his head, but not for long, as Low almost decapitates him with a thunderous lariat. Low pulls Heir up and connects with another chop... "Wooooo"... a second one... "Wooooo"... and a third one... "Wooooo"... Stevens then grabs Heir by the hair and nails him with a headbutt, a second one and a third one. Low connects with a superkick that grounds Heir, but Stevens is immediately there with a Curt Hennig neck snap, immediately followed by stiff kick to Heir's back from Low.)

HS: "Stevens and Low are like two wolves who are now just playing with their prey."

(And indeed, Low and Stevens wait for Heir to get to his feet on his own. Stevens then hits Heir with a palm strike, but before Heir can drop to the mat, Low connects with a spinning back punch, called the uraken. Stevens holds Heir and stuns him with a Mafia kick, and Low finally grounds Heir hitting a Yakuza kick after bouncing off the ropes.)

HS: "Everything they do is effective and legal, but it isn't morally right."

FJ: "Morally right? Haha, these two would sell their mothers and grandmothers in order to hold the AWA World title!"

(Stevens and Low briefly confer in the middle of the ring. Then they pick Heir up with a double-Gorilla press. They quickly walk towards the ropes and THROW Heir out of the ring. Audible through ringside cameras and the announcers' headsets, Heir lands with a loud THUD on the announce table, which doesn't break.)

HS: "Oh my god!"

FJ: "Thats what happens when you way 100 pounds soaking wet!"

(The crowd erupts in a "holy shit" chant, but Stevens and Low waste no time and exit the ring. They climb the announce table and pull Heir up. Stevens then lifts Heir up for a powerbomb and as he is about to come down, Low grabs Heir by the head and they put him through the table with a double-sitdown power bomb. Splinters off wood are everywhere as the crowd goes berzerk. For a moment we are without our announcers, as they need to plug their headsets in again. Both Low and Stevens have suffered some damage from that power bomb, each holding their spines, but Heir seems to be down and out. Stevens and Low slowly make it back into the ring.)

HS: "Can you hear me, Frank?"

FJ: "Unfortunately I can."

HS: "What a power bomb that was! The impact took place right in front of our eyes. If Heir doesn't make it back into this match, no one could blame him."

FJ: "And now it's Stevens versus Low!"

(Indeed the crowd is getting to the boiling point as Stevens and Low inch closer and closer in the middle of the ring, never once taking their eyes off each other. After a few more tense moments, the two men lock up, neither man getting an advantage. Low manages to put Stevens in a side headlock, but Stevens pushes Low off and chest-first into the corner. Stevens quickly follows, but Low pushes himself up on the ropes and lands behind Stevens. He lifts him up for a belly-to-back suplex and holds on for a cover, but both men's shoulders are down. The referee counts, but both men kick out at two. Low whips Stevens into the ropes, but Stevens reverses and goes for a lariat. Low ducks, however, comes off the far ropes and connects with a spear. He covers for a count of two. Both men are back up and Low lifts Stevens up for a vertical suplex, but Stevens lands behind Low and applies a dragon sleeper. The crowd erupts in boos, as a short cut shows us that Heir is still lying on a pile of wood outside the ring. Low is fighting the dragon sleeper and finally manages to get his leg up and kick Stevens square in the face. Stevens staggers back and Low charges, but Stevens hits him with a palm strike that floors Low. Stevens covers and gets a two-count.)

HS: "Fast-paced action from the members of DI."

FJ: "And do you like it, Herb?"

HS: "I have to admit that I do."

(Stevens follows with a quick snap legdrop and covers again for another two-count. Stevens pulls Low up and sets him up for the perfect-plex, but Low counters with some forearms to Stevens' ribs. Low struggles free and goes for the implant DDT. Stevens, however, spins out of Low's grip and goes for the northern lights suplex. Low, however, manages to free himself wih some well-placed knees right to Stevens' face. He goes for another uraken, but Stevens ducks and this time hits the northern lights suplex. The referee counts to two, but Low kicks out. Stevens now lifts Low up for the uranage a/k/a the rock bottom and then immediately locks on an anaconda vice. The fans go nuts as they are faced with the possibility of their hero tapping out. Low, though, somehow manages to roll through and get to his feet, then slams Stevens to the mat with an uranage of his own, followed by an anaconda vice of his own.)

HS: "Tremendous, simply tremendous!"

FJ: "This match is all my wet dreams rolled into one!"

HS: "Ewww."

(Stevens pushes back on Low's head as far as he can, puts his legs up and takes Low over with a head scissor. Quick like a cat, Stevens turns this position into a triangle choke and Low is once again in danger of having to tap. However, he manages to change his position and has now rolled Stevens up, but only for a count of two as Stevens kicks out and lands on his stomach. Low is immediately on top of Stevens and goes for the sugar hold, but Stevens slips out and pulls Low face-first to the mat. He goes for the Muta lock, but Low rolls through and drags Stevens to the mat. Low goes for a figure four leglock, drawing another loud chorus of "Wooooo" from the crowd, but Stevens grabs Low by the head and pulls him down into a small package for another two-count. Low then hits Stevens with a fist straight to Stevens' nose, hooks his arms and takes him over with a double-underhook suplex. But Low doesn't release Stevens. Instead he rolls over, pulls Stevens up with him and hits a second double-underhook suplex. Low then repeats the procedure once again. After hitting the third double-underhook suplex, Low quickly spins around, hooks Stevens' arms from the other side and goes over, applying the cattle mutilation.)

HS: "What a tremendous series from Low and it doesn't look as if Stevens can escape, as they are in the middle of the ring."

FJ: "But look at this!"

(Suddenly, Evan Heir comes flying into view as he connects with a springboard elbow drop to Low's exposed stomach. The New York crowd boos. All three men are now lying on the mat.)

HS: "I was so focused on what happened inside that ring with Low and Stevens that I didn't even notice Heir getting back up."

FJ: "As were most of the people here at the Garden, but Heir quickly snapped them out of their world and back into his."

(All three men get back to their feet almost at the same time. Heir jumps up on Stevens and takes him down with a crucifix, but Stevens kicks out at two. Stevens manages to end up behind Heir and connects with a lungblower. He covers, but Low hits Stevens with an elbow drop to the back of the head to break the cover up.)

HS: "I guess it's every man for himself now."

(Low pulls Stevens up and goes for a piledriver, but Stevens wiggles his legs and lands back on his feet. He then lifts Low up and Heir seizes the opportunity to kick Low square in the face. Stevens uses the momentum to nail Low with an Alabama slam spinebuster. Stevens covers, but heir pulls him off of Low at two. Stevens and Heir now engage in a fistfight and Stevens seems to get the better of Heir, but suddenly Stevens drops to the mat as Low comes from behind with a chop block. As Low tries to get back up, he gets almost knocked out by an Evan Heir soccer kick.)

FJ: "That was stiff and the crowd doesn't like it one bit."

(Heir drags Low into the corner, climbs to the top rope and hits a shooting star legdrop. Heir covers, but Stevens pushes him off at the count of two. Stevens and Heir are back on their feet and Stevens ducks Heir's attempt at a knife edge chop, hooks his arm and sends him over with a crushing half-nelson suplex that sends Heir onto his stomach. Stevens rolls heir onto his back, climbs to the top rope and hits a picture-perfect spiral tap. He covers, but Low breaks it up at two. Low follows with a rapid-fire series of forearms to the side of Stevens' head, then spins around and hits Stevens with a roaring elbow that tangles him up in the ropes. Low helps Stevens back into the middle of the ring, lifts him up and hist a rare vertebreaker. He covers, but only gets two as Evan Heir pulls him off of Stevens.)

HS: "These men are pulling out all the stops in this match and now all three are on their backs in the middle of the ring."

(Outside the ring Sienna is trying to cheer Evan on to continue when suddenly the crowd cheers as Low's manager and New York's own "The Beautiful, Intelligent Genius" ichard O. Dickinson III makes his to the ring, loud suit and "gentleman's bag" and all. He frantically slaps the canvas trying to will Low up, with the New York crowd following his rhytmic lead. The cheers, however, turn into boos, as Heir is the first man on his feet. Heir signals he is going to finish this now with the Million Dollar Shot and climbs to the top rope. He aims at Low, but doesn't see the charging Stevens in time to react. Stevens runs at Heir full force and simply pushes his legs off the top rope, causing Heir to fall off the top rope and chest-first onto the ringside barricade. Stevens now waits for Low to get t his feet. He picks his partner up and connects with the North Star Driver. The crowd erupts as Low drapes his foot over the bottom rope at the count of two. Stevens again waits for Low to get back up, then goes into the ropes and connects with a lariat. The crowd boos as Stevens stands over Low's fallen body, but Low is moving again and slowly, very slowly, getting up again. Stevens goes into the other side of the ropes now and connects with another lariat. Again, Stevens stands over Low and the crowd boos. Stevens now pulls Low up and goes into the ropes on another side of the ring, but suddenly Stevens falls flat on his face and only now do we realize that ROD hooked Stevens' leg and made him trip. The crowd loves it, but Stevens doesn't.)

HS: "What is this all about?"

FJ: "Man, Stevens looks PISSED!"

(Stevens reaches over the top rope and grabs ROD by his collar, pulling him up to the ring apron. He yells at ROD and sends him down with a loud slap to the face, but before he can turn around, Low cradles him from behind with a handfull of tights and the referee counts one... two... three. Low wins the title.)

HS: "WHAT!?!? What was that?"

FJ: "Low did it! He did it! He won his 11th World title right here at Madison Square Garden! The streak is alive!"

HS: "But at what cost?"

FJ: "Whatever, this New York crowd is loving it."

HS: "Yet the rest of America and the world doesn't."

(The crowd goes bananas as the referee hands Low the World title belt. Low drops to his knees and clutches the belt to his chest, tears streaming down his face. But Low's victory celebration is cut short as Stevens gives him a loud slap on the neck that can be heard throughout the entire Garden. Low looks surprised and gets to his feet, facing Stevens. Stevens yells at Low, asking him what that was all about, if he wanted the title so badly that he not only betrayed their friendship but also used ROD to cheat his way to the title. Low tries to calm Stevens down and shakes his head. The camera picks up Low apologizing to Stevens, saying he didn't even see what ROD did and just capitalizing on Stevens being distracted. Stevens doesn't seem to believe him but holds in as Low puts his hand out. In the background, we can see Evan Heir walking up the ramp, observing the scenery, holding his ribs.)

FJ: "Come on, shake it, Stevens, he's your friend! Be happy for him, you two and Sir Henry can rule again now with Low as your World Champion!"

(Before we know what Stevens' decision might be, ROD suddenly comes from behind and nails Stevens with his gentleman's bag. Low is quick as a cat and catches the stumbling Stevens and hits the Low Stunner. The Manhattan crowd cheers this development even more, especially as ROD pulls a red brickstone out of the bag.)

HS: "What a bastard. What a bastard! That man will sell out everyone in the entire world to get what he wants!"

FJ: "Low is the man! Stevens should have stepped away from this match to begin with, and now he is paying the price for not checking his ego at the door the way Low did for eight months in order to make Damage, Inc. work!"

(Low applies the Low Standard and ROD adds insult to injury as he yells at Stevens and slaps him several times. Low then unceremoniously drops Stevens' limp body and then pulls him up with some help from ROD. The two prop him up in one of the corners and ROD climbs onto the apron, holding Stevens' arms behind him over the top rope. Low takes the brick and then runs at Stevens, hitting him square across the head with the brick. ROD lets go and Stevens slumps to the mat, blood streaming down his face and onto the mat. Low holds up the brick, which has been broken into two pieces upon impact with Stevens' head. The crowd loves every minute of it.)

HS: "I can only imagine how disgusted fans around the country must be with Low's actions, and even worse, this crowd loving it all the way."

FJ: "If you can make it there, you'd make it anywhere, it's up to you... New York... New Yoooooooooork!"

("My Idea Of Fun" begins to play as Low drops the brick and instead picks up the World title that he has just won for the 11th time. Fireworks go off and Low, ROD and the New York fans celebrate while EMTs rush to the ring with a stretcher to carry Stevens out of there.)

HS: "You know, years ago I maybe would have stormed off the set in disgust, protesting Low's actions, but I have become so sued to them. He will roast in hell, that one's for sure."

FJ: "He will, and he will love it, as he gets the chance to pass all his evil knowledge down to the devil himself."

HS: "No doubt about it. Ladies and gentlemen, the AWA is back with a bang. We have three new Champions and the end of one of the most successful partnerships in AWA history. But where does that leave Damage, Inc.? Specifically, where does this leave Nathaniel Henry Lee? Anyway, the AWA wishes you happy holidays and a happy new year. We will see you again in 2008, as we return with Sunday Night Shock on January 6th."

(Low and ROD still celebrate in the middle of the ring as the AWA copyright logo appears and the scene fades to black.)

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