(We cut to the arena and are shown a grand display of pyrotechnics. Afterwards, we cut to ringside with Herb and Frank.)

HS: "Welcome everyone to the sold out Pengrowth Saddledome in Calgary, Alberta, Canada! We're here live to present to you Hell On Earth! I'm Herb Summers and sitting alongside me is Frank Jackson."

FJ: "Oh boy! I'm so excited for tonight's show! Herb! Let's tell everyone the good news!"

HS: "By mandate of Travis Gray, the Hell Bowl Chamber will now be the MAIN EVENT of the evening, preceded by the World Title match featuring the Legendary Low defending agsint Evan Heir."

FJ: "I can't wait to see who's going to go to Vortex to face the World Champion! It could be Mark Cross, Jeff Christianson, Jayson Price, Brian Williams, Jason Storm, or A.C. Smith!"

HS: "What an amazing night we have here, folks. The lives of six AWA wrestlers are going to change dramatically tonight!"

FJ: "And in addition to these two matches, we also have two other championships on the line tonight. The Cruiserweight Championship will be defended as Logan Alexander takes on Dai Xie!"

HS: "And Sir Nathaniel Henry Lee GBE and Onslaught have some issues to sort out over the firing of Brian Stevens as Henry will defend the No Limits Championship in a no-disqualification match tonight."

FJ: "I cannot wait!!"

(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)

(A spotlight hits the entrance as Quade deSade emerges striding down the ramp with purpose. His faded trailcoat flailing out behind him, his face shade by the fedora.)

FJ: "Tell me something. A man owns an exclusive club like Quades. He's one of THE most recognisable face ever of the A.W.A. He's held titles, work a Hell of a schedule can't this man buy himself some new clothes? Can't he get himself a sponsorship deal with the Gap or martha Stewart or something?"

HS: "You got thrown out of Target again, didn't you."

(Quade steps in to the ring, pullds a mic. from inside his coat and waits for the crowd to settle down.)

FJ: "Quade stepped on a lot of people last week. Some folks think that it should have been done a long time ago!"

HS: "Quade interefered in two matches one of which was a title match for the No LImits Title belts. He had no right even being ion the building!":

FJ: "We both know that belt doesn't mean (beep) around another mans waist unless he's taken it from tht man in that ring there and like you said Herb it was a No Limts match anything goes outside the ring and Quade dumped that lime outside the ring!"

HS: "I remeber the burning in my eyes and throat, the mess in my clothes and the fact that I couldn't go in public for tnhree whole days!"

FJ: "Well at least you got to level up your night elf mowhawk."

(Finaly a hush falls over the Detroit fans and Quade speaks.)

QUADE: "I know there a more than few people who are asking about my actions last week. I know there a few people who once again are asking why I did not do certain things, talk to certain people over other who I did speak with and with whom I did decide to take an active role. I have only one ansqwer to all of those questions: I answer to nobody and I will never justify myself to anyone!"

(The reaction is mixed, among the boos and jeers from the fans of those men Quade offenede a week ago there are actualy a few cheers in support of The Fiery Crosses stand.

QUADE: "So why am I here?'

QUADE: "I am going to give a once in a life time opportunity to all and any who feel that I had overstepped the mark last week. Any man back there who feels that they want to come down here and take on The Unholy Hero for even the smallest disrespect I am not going anywhere!!"

(Quade tosses the mic aside and takes of his hat and coat. He stalks the ring waiting for somebody to answer his challenge. After a few moments, Quade picks up his belongings and heads into the crowd, disappearing in the confusion.)

HS: "Wow. That was interesting."

FJ: "Why??"

HS: "I guess now's a good to go to our opening match; A fatal-fourway between Prince Rawstarr, Scotty Mac, Seamus Ochiern and 'Raynman' Seth Azeroth!"

FJ: "Meh, I'm predicting that the Prince is going to make short work of the competition."

HS: "SuRPrisingly, I agree with you; his opponents haven't been what I'd call...up to snuff in recent weeks."

FJ: "Look at the schmucks! They didn't even wait for their music; they just came to the ring!"

(Indeed, Seth Azeroth, Seamus Ochiern, and Scotty Mac are in the ring, receiving mild applause mostly from being the first familiar faces that they've seen.)

FJ: "Hey wait; did we just agree on something?"

HS: "Quite frightening, isn't it?"

(Suddenly, the lights go black. 'Whomp That Trick' by D-Jay hits the speaker, and white smoke rises from the ramp. A single spotlight shines down on the ramp, and there is Rawstarr, being carried out on his throne by six subjects. Flashing blue and white lights accompany him to the ring as he looks down at the booing fans who hurl every verbal obscenity they can think of.)

HS: "These fans are giving Rawstarr every curse word they know; not that he cares."

FJ: "And we're in Canada, where they know French AND English; that's a lot of curse words. You know, I love cursing in French; it's like wiping your ass with silk."

HS: "You stole that from the Matrix."

FJ: "Yeah, so? We're in Canada, not like they can sue me."

HS: "Copyright laws are international, Frank."

FJ: "....shit."

(Rawstarr, smirking towards the ring, steps down from his throne. Getting into the ring, a fan screams out as his three opponents try and jump him! Rawstarr quickly ducks and rolls behind them, kipping up to his feet. The three cohorts try again, but this time Rawstarr is ready for them with a unique defense. He meets them halfway and clotheslines Seamus and Scotty down, while at the same time delivering a nasty head butt to Azeroth! Seth rolls out of the ring while Seamus and Scotty get to their feet. Rawstarr demands that they attack him, and Scotty, at least, obliges, attempting a mid-kick to the stomach of Rawstarr. Rawstarr catches the leg, however, and swings it into Seamus' stomach, doubling him over. Pulling Scotty in, Rawstarr takes him in a half-nelson before swinging him around back towards Seamus.)

RAWSTARR: "BACKDROP!!!"

(Scotty does indeed get back-dropped, but it is with the assist of the unsuspecting Seamus! Without missing a beat, Rawstarr whips Seamus into the ropes, and when Seamus comes charging back, Rawstarr simply smirks before kicking the Irishman's legs out from under him, forcing Seamus to dropkick Scotty in the face! The two men roll to the outside to recover from this onslaught, while Rawstarr simply dances around in the ring.)

HS: "Rawstarr is happy with himself, but he better watch out for Azeroth."

FJ: "Look out your highness! Oh, what a cheap trick; clubbing Rawstarr in the back like that!"

HS: "Azeroth attempts the whip, Rawstarr puts on the breaks, twists the arm...RAW EXECUTION!!!"

FJ: "Aw yeah!!! 1...2...3!!! Ha-ha!!"

HS: "Rawstarr wins the match, and looks insulted that he wasn't automatically declared the winner by default."

(Rawstarr steps out of his ring, and back on to his throne, laughing as he is carried up the ramp. When he leaves, Scotty, Seamus, and a sore Seth get up, and start getting in each other's face about how the plan back fired big time. Yelling becomes pushing, pushing degenerates into shoving, and the fans start to get wild, as they have a funny feeling about what's coming next.)

HS: "These pooR saPs have no idea what's coming, do they?"

FJ: "Nope; that's what makes it fun!"

('LA Blues' hit's the speakers, and now the fans are really pumped up, while Scotty, Seth, and Seamus slowly look to the ramp in horror. Down the isle comes the imposing, unstoppable, unbeatable, invincible, rarely-seen giant of the AWA...the Squasher!!!)

FJ: "Squasher is here; and he's pissed!!!"

(True to Frank's word, Squasher looks anything but happy as he gets into the ring, crossing his arms and starring down at the three noticeably smaller men like a stern father wanting to know why his sacred rules have been broken. Seth tries to smooth talk is way out of it, but Squasher stares him down. Scotty gets on his knees, begging Squasher not to attack, but the Squasher just slowly shakes his head. The fans begin to pound the guard rails, as they start to chant for the cult favorite.)

FANS: "SQUASH-ER!! SQUASH-ER!!!"

(Seamus backs away a little bit, than shoves Seth into Squasher!! Squasher, without lifting either arm, simply raises a foot. Rather than booting Seth down, he simply shoves him into a retreating Seamus, knocking them both down! The two are quick to get up, and Squasher violently shoves Scotty down before raining punches down on 'Ireland's Favorite Son' and the Raynman! He whips Azeroth into the ropes, and this time connects with the Big Boot! A whip on Seamus and a big back body drop onto Azeroth!)

FJ: "Man, I love to watch this guy work!"

(Squasher picks up Seamus and gives him a devastating powerbomb into Azeroth! Squasher picks up Azeroth and powerbombs him onto Seamus!! Still not satisfied, he picks up Azeroth and gets him up into the Gorilla Press, lifting him into the air for a while, benching him five times before shifting Seth's weight so he can support it with one hand!!! Taking his free hand, he points in front of him toward the audience. They give a loud shout, but Squasher shakes his head with a smirk before pointing behind him.0

FANS: "Here!!!"

(Still not satisfied Squasher points to the fans opposite the ramp.)

FANS: "HERE!"

(Tossing his head around, he points back to the fans in front one last time.)

FANS: "HE-REEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

(Nodding his head at getting the desired result, he resumes a two-hand grip on Azeroth before tossing him head first outside the ring into the barricade! Still not satisfied, Squasher takes up Seamus, and Gorilla Presses him to the outside in the same fashion!! With both men barely stirring on the outside, Squasher now turns his attentions to a still seated Scotty Mac.)

HS: "Why in the hell didn't he run?"

FJ: "Would you want the Squasher chasing you?"

HS: "Point."

(Scotty Mac continues to plead, and this time the Squasher decides to actually smile at him, before holding out a fist...and giving him the thumbs up. The fans boo, but Scotty smiles with relief and gets to his feet.)

HS: "That's...uncharacteristically merciful."

(Scotty gives Squasher a thanks before going to leave the ring, but Squasher purposefully blocks Scotty's way. Scotty slowly looks down from Squasher's feet to his face. Still smiling and still with the thumb up, Squasher grabbed Scotty with his free hand before shaking his head and giving the now dead with despair Scotty the thumbs down.)

FJ: "Poor Scotty looks like he'd just been told his birth certificate had expired!"

(Scotty actually breaks down in tears before he's lifted up like Seth and Seamus, but Squasher notices that Seth and Seamus are back to their feet, though slipping and sliding all over the place. Shrugging his shoulders Squasher tosses Scotty over the ring and into the other two wrestlers!)

(Squasher gets out of the ring, and goes underneath.)

FJ: "What's he going for?"

HS: "I almost don't want to know."

FJ: "Well I do!!"

HS: "Looks like...a table!!! No, he's going for something else...another table?! What's he going to do with two tables?"

FJ: "He's going to stack them, like so!!!"

(Squasher grabs Seamus and tosses him on top of the bottom table. Lifting Seth with ease, he places the nearly unconscious wrestler on the top table. When he looks around for Scotty Mac, he is no where to be seen. The booing and pointing fans point out to Squasher the retreating figure of Mac, who is crawling his way up the ramp. Speed walking over, Squasher makes a big dramatic showing of slowly grabbing Scotty by one leg. Scotty screams and pleads for mercy, but there is none in the eyes of Squasher, who simply drags Scotty back down the ramp, up the ring steps, and into the ring, all the while whistling his theme song. Dragging his unwilling burden over to the ropes closest to his pyramid of wooden destruction, Squasher gives Scotty the benefit of a last shake of the head before taking him up for the Razor's Edge!! He fakes tossing Scotty a couple of times, getting the fans into it.)

FANS: "Whoa!! Whoooa!!! WHOOOAA-OHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

(After a few fakes, Squasher tosses Scotty over the top and through both tables!!! All three men are in a heap while Squasher raises his arms over his head and screams in victory, while EMTs rush to the three men.)

HS: "Three more in a long list of victims of the Squasher, and these Canadians can't get enough!"

FJ: "These Canucks enjoyed that?! They're sick!!"

HS: "You were, too!!"

FJ: "Yeah, but I get an awesome-pass."

(We head backstage and see Mark Cross and Jeff Christianson talking. They both seem to be having a good time as we zoom in to listen to the conversation.)

MC: "So we have a deal then?"

DW: "Of course. We will run right through this tournament."

MC: "And after one of us wins the World Title, I'll get the first shot right?"

DW: "That would be true. If I beat Agent 11 at Vortex then you will get a shot the next Friday."

(We see them shake hands.)

MC: "But if I win, you'll get a shot at the same show, right?"

(We see Jeff nod.)

DW: "Yes."

MC: "If you don't mind, I'll be going to prepare. I'll be back to talk strategy later as we actually have to get to each other in the match. If one of us starts the match wrestling Brian Williams then AC Smith enters... and then Jason Storm enters... then Jayson Price enters... The other may not make it in time to save us."

DW: "I've already thought of that solution."

(Mark looks on with question.)

DW: "Do just what Frank Jackson would do."

(Mark continues to look on with question.)

DW: "RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!"

(We fade to Herb and Frank.)

FJ: "He's right you know."

HS: "About what?"

FJ: "Alliances always help you for one and if I were in that situation, I would run for my life. I don't want to be on the breakfast special tomorrow as 'Pancake' Frank Jackson."

HS: "Oh boy it's going to be a long night with you."

FJ: "Yes it is!"

(The scene switches to outside the arena in the afternoon; bold, white letters float across the Ameritron, 'Earlier Today'. Jason Storm is walking towards the arena, bag in hand. He approaches the doors when suddenly, the open from the inside.)

(Evan Heir, who looks less than enthusiastic, walks out of the doors. He looks at Jason Storm's feet for one long moment before his eyes travel up his legs, his torso, and stop before they actually reach his eyes. Evan's eye visibly twitches.)

HEIR: "..."

STORM: ".....You're in my way, Harrison."

HEIR: "No. You're in MY way."

FJ: "Oh snap."

HS: "Lord..."

STORM: "How in the world do you figure that, Waste'O'Space?"

HEIR: "Well, you're standing on the right side of the sidewalk. And I'm the one who opened the door. I have the right of way, sir."

STORM: "Actually, we're in Canada, so the left has the 'right-of-way'. Dumbass."

HEIR: "Bitch, suck it, I still opened the door first."

(Heir kicks the door open the rest of the way, effectively knocking it into Storm, though not enough to do any real damage.)

(Storm catches the door, blocking Evan's way and getting dangerously close to his face.)

STORM: "'Suck it'? Interesting word choice, considering what Maria and I were doing last night."

FJ: "...holy shit."

HS: "This couldn't have possibly ended well."

STORM: "Speaking of Maria, it turns out she's having twins; a boy and a girl. We're going to name the girl 'Selena' and the boy 'Jason' after the man they're going to call daddy."

(Heir's eye twitches once more.)

HS: "...oh my God..."

HEIR: "I'm warning you, Storm... Shut... Up..."

STORM: "Or you'll what, Harrison? Get in a fight with me? We both know how messed up we will BOTH be after that, and where will that leave your precious title shot? Oh wait, you might as well; you haven't been able to beat Low since Flukeville a couple months ago."

HEIR: "Well, I'd rather take the occasional vacation to Flukeville instead of purchasing an apartment in Suckville, Storm. Because let's face it. My most embarrassing loss? It's still twice as impressive as your most noted victory."

(Jason's eyes bulge and he almost takes a step forward when he calms down, though still glaring at Evan.)

STORM: "Well, I guess after tonight, we will see who has the 'noted win' and who has the 'embarrassing loss'. Then come Vortex, we'll see whose World Champion..."

(Storm now leans in even more, almost nose to nose with Evan.)

STORM: "...and who's not."

HEIR: "You know, Storm. That's real cute. Because we both know that you don't have what it takes to win the Hell Bowl. I mean... I'm not even trying to be an ass here. As a fellow Cruiserweight, I'd love to see you succeed. Unfortunately, it's just not gonna happen. You know why, Jason?"

STORM: "Why don't you tell me why, Evan?"

HEIR: "Because you don't know HOW to make an impact. That's why in the long run, no matter who YOU beat, it doesn't mean a damned thing to anyone."

STORM: "Wow Evan, that's cute. I'm sure that's a great comfort to you every time you masturbate in your room alone at night, or do you let Sienna watch?"

FJ: "And the hits keep comin."

HS: "This is going downhill..."

STORM: "Since you were so nice to me, let me be equally nice to you and tell you why you won't win YOUR match tonight."

STORM: "You won't win because you haven't won a match in weeks; you won't win because you're more concerned with me naming the 'fruit of your labors' after me then becoming World Heavyweight Champion. You won't win because, quite frankly, you don't want it anymore."

FJ: "We've got to be hitting the base of that hill soon!"

HEIR: "You don't know what I want, you son of a bitch, you don't know me."

STORM: "Oh, I know you very well, Evan; better than you know yourself. You're Evan Harrison, until recently the heir of an illegally gained fortune from a criminal father who may or may not be dead. You have security and self-esteem issues, to the point of where you look down on and use humor to emotionally cripple anyone you can."

FJ: "Wow, it's like he's a shrink or something."

STORM: "You are so insecure, in fact, that you find someone who is everything you ever wanted to be; smart, talented, and got to where he is on his own. You then do everything you can to wreck this person just to prove that those things you wanted aren't worth spit in this business, even if it means cheating, politicking, or jumpstarting yourself to the main event by forcing the big boys to your level."

HS: "Evan must have been getting more and more livid."

(Heir lowers his head just a bit, but his glare into Storm's eyes intensifies.)

STORM: "And all it ever took for all those insecurities to come pouring out was for the one, single person in your life that you relied on like a crutch to be forcibly removed from said life by that same person you tried to destroy, and knowing that, in spite of everything that person did and how horrible it was, deep down you know that you brought it on yourself."

(Heir looks away for a long moment, a cold expression on his face before he turns and looks at Storm again.)

HEIR: "If you're going through all this trouble to make me twice as miserable as I supposedly made you... Then you must have an incentive..."

FJ: "What is he talking about?"

HS: "Sshhh..."

STORM: "Where to start? Maybe the gym and my friends you put out all those years ago? Maybe that I was heading places until Maria helped you steal victories over me in matches I was winning? All the times I was the butt of jokes at your expense, then watching you skyrocket to the main event on those victories and jokes while I floundered in the mid-card?"

STORM: "All of those things, Evan. But somewhere down the line...I just got a kick out of seeing you suffer."

HEIR: "You must really feel like your position in the AWA was threatened, Jason. Cuz even you're not that insane."

STORM: "Sanity is highly over-rated, Evan, as the greatest minds of our time have proven over and over."

STORM: "A backyard wrestler should know that better than anyone."

HEIR: "That's all I am to you? A backyard wrestler, Storm? Well, that's alright. I'd rather be a crazy backyard wrestler that made any element in the ring my own... Than a psychotic amateur that simply couldn't adapt."

STORM: "No Heir, you aren't a backyard wrestler to me at all; you are a plague that is everything wrong with this sport. And slowly, bit by bit, I'm churning you out. As far as adaptation goes...I'm going to be number one-contender, I'm going to win the belt at Vortex, I've got your girl, and I'll have your kids. What have you got, Evan? What have you got?"

(Storm brushes past Evan before the other man can react, quickly getting into the building, before turning around and whispering in his ear, loud enough for the camera to pick up.)

STORM: "No matter what you do tonight, Evan...I've won. Enjoy the present I gave you tonight and catch a few glances at Maria while Low is kicking your ass."

(When Storm's footsteps fade away, Evan simply closes his eyes and sighs.)

HS: "What we just witnesses was cold. It was chilling. It was uncomfortable. Frank... It was just one of the most downright disturbing things I've witnessed in the nine years I've been doing this job."

FJ: "And it's a shame. There wasn't even any blood."

HS: "That is a shame. It would have broken the ice... Because this arena is very cold after that confrontation."

('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: "Next up is a rematch froim last weeks tage team match qwhere Quade deSade and fellow Irishman Seamus Ochiern faced Socotty Mac and this man, Hollywood!"

FJ: "Quade has been warning Hollywood that he never fogets and he never forgives!"

HS: "Hollywood didn't do anything to provoke those comments. Quade is just a mentaly deranged individual who sees evtyone as his enemy!"

FJ: "Herb, this is wrestling; there hasn't been this much bakstabbing since ancient Rome went to the caucuses!"

(The darkness speaks.)

Darkness: "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.)

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

(The screen above the burns with one name.)

(QUADE DESADE )

(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.)

Daknesss: "AFTER THE FLESH!!!"

HS: "Quade's entrance intended to psych Hollywood out but I think his physical apearance is enough to throw doubts against anyone!"

(Refre Stu Abbot call sthe men to center ring, he reads the the riot act before sending them to their xcorners where he quickly does the check for hidden weapons.)

HS: "There's the bell and Quade is just standing there making Hollywood do all the work to cross the ring to him!"

(Hollywood moves towards the center, stalls ten charges. Hollywood leaps into Flying Cross Body Pin; Quade ducks out of the corner and Hollywood lands into the naked corner, Quade twist on his heel and slams a Gut Kick into Hollywood's exposed midsection and he crumples down into the corner; Quade grabs the Hollywood's arm by the wrist. Pulling up and out of the corner Quade twists arm over his head and spins around into wrist lock; Quade drives his boot into Hollywood's midesection a couple of more times before Quade steps forward and drives the Hollywood's arm across his knee.) HS: "Quade is methodically breaking the left arm of Hollywood. He still has Hollywood in the Wristlock but the pain from Quade's Arm Breaker has brought the shorter, lighter man to his knees early on in this match!"

(Quade works on the wrist to bend Hollywood over and shifts into grabbing him around his waist. Quade lifts Hollywood up over the his should Hollywood's arms to flipp hollywood over sand drop him towards the mat On the way down, Quade deSade hooks the Hollywood's head in a front face lock and falls to the mat, driving the victim face first into the mat.)

HS: "Quade milked that move for everything it was worth!!"

FJ: "Quade has Hollywood's leg hooked and the ref is count ing one, two ... holy crap!"

HS: Quade broke the pin on Hollywood and refree Sti Abbot is reprimanding The Fiery Cross but I don't this Quade is listening!"

(Quade brings Hollywood to vertical base and sends him to the ropes; Hollywood fails out with a Clothesline but Quade ducks and chases him into the opposite ropes.)

FJ: "Quade is toying with Hollywood now. That DDT, Crucifix Powerbomb has shatterd Quade's opponent, and shattered any hopes of him beating Quade here at Hell on Earth!"

(Quade has grabbed Hollywood by the back of his head and is crushing his victims throat across the top rope and is using his height advantage to put his weight behond Holywood's neck. The ref starts the five-count but deSade breaks at three Quade lifts Hollywoods head free then pushes the his face onto the rings top rope and drags his head across it giving him a rope burn to his face before releasing him again.)

FJ: "now that's a bit more lioke it!!"

HS: "Quade deSade has had the opportunity to end this match quickly but instead he has done nothing less than display his contemped for this young man from Florida. A man of good upbringing, education, a respected and loving family, a fine and upstanding individual now being taken apart by Quade desade here in Pengrowth, Canada!"

(The refere warns Quade off of Holly wood who is trying to gdet his sight back but is also still taggering from the DDT-styled move he survived just moments ago; Quade takes the telling-off, pusshes by refere Stuu Abbot and sShoulder Blocks Hollywood into the corner; Quade sends him across the ring via na Irish Whip; Hollywood staggeers out and Quade stride in with purpose, spins and drops Hollywood with an Elbow Clothesline.)

FJ: "You see that, Quade has shifted tactics from breaking Hollywood's arm to working on his neck and face; Hollywood can't see, he can barely breath and now he's disoriented. Damn but deSade is taking this boy to school!"

(Quade pulls Hollywod once more to a vertical base and pushes him into the corner where he lands a nadful of Closed Fist Punches until the refree again steps in to warn deSade off; Quade takes the warning and moves back in on Hollywood smacking him with Headbutt, Quade steps back. A cold, crodile smile grows on his lips and the fans near that corner begin a chorus of booing that spreads like wild fire through the Canadian fans. Curiously thoughg a few start singing 'Oh Canada.' as Quade deSade goes back to work on his opponent; One, two, thre Knife Edged Chops are capped of with a Double Mongolian Knife Edgesd chop which leave a distinct red-X shpaed welt on the chst of Hollywood.)

FJ: "Hah, deSade has come with something knew, he's left his mark on Hollywood in the shape of a cross that must be burnig with pain .... hah get it. The Burning Cross, brilliant!"

(Quade locks in another Wristlock and leads Hollywood out of the corner to the center of the ring to twist the lock into an Armbar all the while using preessure on Hollywood's elbow to keep him on his feet; Quade shift again into a Half-Nelson and then into a Hammer Lock; Quade has his back to Hollywood while holding his forearm, applying pressure to his victim's arm and shoulder Quade leans forward, lifting tHollywood off the mat and using the opponent's 232 pounds against his shoulders and upper arms.)

HS: "Hollywood is screaming, Quade deSade is screraming at Su Abbot to ask Hollywood if he quits, Stu abbot is trying be heard above both of them and this packed out crowd in Calgary is on teir feet cheering for Hollywood who has been betaen, brutalised and tortured by The Unholy Hero!"

FJ: "ZSeriously, all Hollywood has been in the match ios Quade deSdae's whippiong post. He has not mounted even the smallest offense or defense, Hollywood has never anaswered his opponents statement fopr the past two or three weeks and so now he has been given a match against somebody who is worth the effort. To beat deSdae is as good as winning any title in this mans wrestling company but Hollywood has done nothing but be smacked about like a prison yard bitch!!"

(Quade release aHollywood and turns on the staggering man to Irish Whip him to the ropes.)

HS: "What is Quade deSade doing now, he's just leaving Hollywood to bounce free from the ropes and stagger around the ring!?

(Quade climbs the nearest turnbvuckle and squats watching Hollywood as refree Stu Abbot checks him out, he waves his hand in front of Hollywoods face but it batted way like a drunk who has seen one to many last calls at the bar. The cold, crocodile smile grows on deSades face as Hollywood reaches out for the ropes but misses because he is still half a meter away, but eventually Hollywood grabs tne ropes and leans on the top and gasps for as in front of him the fans yell incouragement and warnings and pointing to deSade who is eated on the post a few feet away.)

HS: "I dobn't know what Quade is playing. He is just sitting there watching llywood. Waiting, letting his opponent gain his breath and his coordination back!?"

FJ: "Sportsmanship."

HS: "Coough(the noise comming over the mic sounds like carrots, corn and thick soup hitting the commentators table)!!!!"

(Quade suddenly leaps to the outside of the ring. From the jump grabs Hollywood around the neck; Quade's falling weight pulls Hollywood's head down onto the top rope with enough force that he is catapulted off the rope ... but Quade keeps a hold of Hollywoood's neck and pulls him out over the ropes to the ats outside the ring.)

(Up on the Amerotron the last few secnds a replayed in slow motion showing Quade's face full of anger? Ecstacy? Fear, hitting the apron hard with the base of his spine as the Hollywood rebounds opff the ropes and his backwards recoil in to the ring being reversed by Quade lock and falling weight. Both men tumble off the side of the ring; Hollywood sommersaults over the top of deSade, Quade maintains the hold on Hollywood's head flipping him over and pulling him down as he himself falls unchecked to the mats striking the floor with the outside of his shoulder and finally releasing Holywood who stays airborn for another couple of feet before slamming into the security barrier and taking out a half dozen innocent spectators who paid good Canadian dollars to stand at rngside.)

FJ: "Oh goog God above thank you!!"

HS: "A simple re-match rom one week ago has turned into something horrible, disateropus. Quade deSade is lying broken just a few feet away from where I sit having sacraficed himself to only what I can describe as destroying a young wrestler seeking to test himself against the greatest wrestlers in the world ttoday, the wrestlesr of the American Wreetling Allianace. A dream that has ended here toniight in Pengrowth, Canada. A dream destroyed by The Unholy Hero, Quade deSade. I can only hope, wish that Quade desade has ended his own career with that diabolical act."

(EMT's make their way down to he ring. AWA camera jog in to focus on both Hollpywoode and Quade deSade, each man shown up on a split scren Ameritron. There is still the echo of the cheers from the fans, the screams of realisation that what was happening was not fake.)

(Quade's hand shoots uo from where he lies. The distorted, fire warpef flesh all the more twisted in this moment as it is thrust lout from Quade deSades living, remains.)

FJ: "What does it take! What does it take to put Quade deSdae down and keep him down when he can't even do it!?"

HS: "It is beyondf my experience but here tonight at Hell on Earth in Calgary, Canada I have just watch one man seemingly end his carrer toend that of another by breaking himself off of the unyeilding floor of Pengrowth Stadium, and now that man Quade deSade is moving. And I am honestly toirn in my feelings of disgust at the exteremes he has shown us here and untainted admiration at his will, his fortitude to push thjrough the pain from what must be terrible damage to his spine, shoulder and collar bone!!"

(Quades hand grabs the top of the apron and slowly The Fiery Cross puls himself hand over fist up and under the bottom rope. Regfree Stu Abbo Abbot moves to check on the crawling form of Quade deSade but is sudenly thrown violently away from the ropes as deSade surges up, his fac e contorted with pain, his stance is unsteady, broken his arm thrust out tom form a Crucifix as he screams.) hless..."

(Quade is up and Referee Stu Abbot has moved back to the ropes to check on Hollywood's condition. He looks back at deSade who has dropped to his knees nursingf his erigh shoulder and upper back, rocig back forth in an act of self-stemming.)

HS: "Refree Stu Abbot has began a count out against Hollywood, but the emregency medical teams are already working on hime. You can see the attatch that collar to support his neck in cas of a break and they are slowly moving away the peice of the security barrier in effort to bring the gurny

FJ: "Quade deSade did nothing less than follow through on the warnings and the promises he made to Hollywood all this week. Hollywood showed us great courage be turning up here tonight but that was it. Without any will are ability to fight he became Qaude desades punching bag!"

(Refere Stu Abbott finally counts ten and calls for the bell.)

Ring Announcer: "Winner of this match by count-out is Quade deSade!!!"

(Suddenly, the lights go out. The lights then suddenly come back on as Draven Shadows quickly kicks Quade in the gut and hits him with The Fear Starter. Quade's face hits the mat with a loud SMACK! Draven calls for a mic.)

DRAVEN: "Hey Quade, I got a propsal for you. Lets say we have a best of five matches. Each match with a differnet sitpulation with it. We can start it next Sunday with me taking on you in a No DQ, Falls Count Anywhere match. So give me your answer some time. One more thing, I'm Never Punking Down."

(Draven drops the mic and leaves the ring.)

(We head backstage to the Pengrowth Saddledome in Calgary, Alberta and find ourselves inside the AWA talent locker room. We work and weave through the AWA Talent until we find we find Onslaught on a folding chair, wrapping his fists in white tape in preparation for his AWA No Limits Championship match. Wearing his now-trademark Maroon and White High School wrestling tights circa 2000, Onslaught rips the tape from around his left hand and rolls his wrist, testing out how well of a job he actually did.)

FJ: "There he is, Summers. 'The BOOF Bandit.' 'The Bastion of BOOF.' The guy who lives in his Mom's basement...Onslaught."

HS: "In just a short bit of time, Onslaught will challenge Sir Nathaniel Henry Lee GBE for the AWA No Limits Championship in a No Disqualification contest."

FJ: "Big underdog, Summers. BIG underdog."

HS: "Indeed he will."

(A Production Assistant walks into the picture and taps Onslaught on the shoulder. Onslaught looks up and the average-looking individual.)

ONSLAUGHT: "What up?"

PA: "Miss Jessica Kassle has asked if you would meet with her outside the locker room, sir."

(Onslaught nods his head.)

ONSLAUGHT: "Aight. Thanks, man."

(Onslaught takes a deep, long, drawn-out breath and pulls himself up and off of the steel folding chair. Onslaught walks past a lot of familiar AWA names, mostly undercard wrestlers, on his way to the Locker Room entrance. The lovable giant steps through the door and awaiting him is none other than the lovely and gorgeous Jessica Kassle. Jessica has a wide, beaming smile across her gorgeous face at the sight of her longtime friend Onslaught.)

(Jessica Kassle; innocent and bright-eyed, is dressed in the same manner. Wearing a blue babydoll short-sleeve sweater over-top a gold finch stripe lace cami which ALSO sits overtop a white 'daydream' t-shirt. Her pants are a tight, hole-laden pair of low-rise jeans. Her raven-black hair is worn down, slightly wavy, falling near the jaw line. Her oceanic deep blue eyes glisten like a treasure while her smile and her full, lush lips sparkle and shimmer away.)

JESSICA KASSLE: "Hey Biggie!"

ONSLAUGHT: "What up, Jess?"

JESSICA KASSLE: "Listen, I know we're set up to get together in a bit and talk over strategy but I wanted to stop over before hand and give you this."

(In the hand of Jessica Kassle is a box wrapped up in a stylish wrapping. Onslaught smiles like a kid on Christmas.)

ONSLAUGHT: "Ah, thanks girl...but you didn't need to do this."

JESSICA KASSLE: "Listen...you busted your ass this week. Heck, since Brian got fired, you've gone through some serious personal stuff from being homeless to working your way into the AWA fold and getting into Main Event level condition. You put your faith in me and, as a gesture of friendship and as a reward for doing so well and persevering, I bought you this."

(Onslaught smiles shyly and takes the box from the extended hand of Jessica. Onslaught rips the wrapping paper from the box and pops open the top of the box to reveal his gift. Onslaught smiles ear-to-ear as he pulls it out...it's a blue and gold Track Jacket from ENYCE!)

ONSLAUGHT: "OH, damn! That's hot, Jess! That's...oh man!"

(Onslaught grabs Jess and brings her in for a big ol' bear hug. Jessica laughs and hugs back.)

ONSLAUGHT: "Kid, I've been so broke and...shit...this'll keep me outta that goddamn Abercrombie for a while, huh?"

(They break their embrace and Onslaught is visibly thrilled by the gift, making Jessica even more radiant.)

JESSICA KASSLE: "Go out there and win tonight, Ben. That way you'll earn a Champion's salary and you'll be able to re-purchase your wardrobe in no time. This jacket? Use it as motivation, Biggie."

(Onslaught shakes his head, still trying to comprehend the gift and the gesture.)

ONSLAUGHT: "Shit...you're a good friend, Jess. Thank you. And you better believe that I'm gonna go out there tonight and whoop up on Henry's ugly ass. Just like we've talked about all, kid."

JESSICA KASSLE: "Good. And I'm glad you like the jacket."

ONSLAUGHT: "Love the jacket."

JESSICA KASSLE: "Alright, I'm going to leave and let you finish up getting ready. I'll be in catering, meet me there when you're done and we'll talk over the final game plan. Cool?"

ONSLAUGHT: "Very cool."

(Jessica smiles and waves goodbye as she playfully saunters off. Onslaught smiles as he throws his new Track Jacket over his shoulder and walks back into the locker room. We head back to ringside.)

FJ: "GASP! Are we seeing the end of Abercrombie Ottoson?"

HS: "I doubt it, Frank. I mean...it's only one track jacket."

FJ: "Pfft. He's been milking that BOOF thing for like...2 years. He could easily get away with wearing that SAME jacket every day of his life."

HS: "Regardless, NHL and Onslaught aren't too far off. Right now? We're going to see Draven Shadows and King Masa face off."

(We cut to the ring where both competitors are in there and ready for battle.)

FJ: "He's World Champion material if he can think on his feet like that."

(Draven picks up Masa to his feet and then whips him to the turnbuckle. Masa counters and whips Draven to the buckle with all of his might.)

FJ: "DAMN! That had to hurt."

(Draven gets thrown to turnbuckle with force by Masa as soon as Draven hits the canvas the arena goes dark, and that blue light glares out of the ring. The titration, counts down 3 2 1. The lights come back on. Draven has rolled outside of the ring. On the opposite side of the ring is someone dressed in a trench coat with a hat, we can't see who it is.)

FJ: "Who is that?"

HS: "I believe we will see in a second."

(The Ref counts four. While the ref is counting the person jumps in the ring and takes his hat off.)

HS: "ITS PRINCE RAWSTARR?!"

(Rawstarr waits until Masa Turns around and kicks him in the gut and delivers the Raw Execution and slides back out of the ring and sits by the time keeper. The ref still with his back turn says eight; Draven hops back in the ring. Masa still lays motionless in the ring. Draven picks up Masa laughing hysterically delivers; The Eyes Without Fear and pins Masa. The Ref counts and Draven gets the 3 count.)

FJ: "Did you see that Draven has just won this match from the interference from, Prince Rawstarr unbelievable."

(Rawstarr jumps back into the ring. He takes Masa and kicks him out of the ring. He then calls for a mic.)

Rawstarr: "Ladies and gentlemen, I hope you enjoyed the money last week. It is the last bit of support that you will get for the moment. Now, you say what group is it to come back. What is it that has had you on edge for the last seven days? You saw the Blueprint and may of thought it was something exciting from them since Dark warrior is around you thought you might see the return of C-rock. Well sorry, you're wrong. Now as a former member of Blueprint I say, been there done that. But Draven, my former tag partner, and I have something new for you."

(He takes off his trench coat to reveal that he is wearing an NPD shirt.)

Rawstarr: "Yes NPD,Never Punking Down is back. Draven and I will take the AWA by storm. Masa just happened to be the first victim off what we plan to do. Before we get out of here, I am looking at the person who put me out of action; he is the current World champion. I say this Low. I say this clearly. If you win tonight; Next week on Shock, why don't you give me a title shot. Oh this can't be any type of match up how about a barbed wire last man standing match. See if you with stand it, trust me Low if you don't except your life will be made a living hell just like you made mine.So Draven Lets tell them what they want to here."

Draven/Rawstarr: "To all the rules "FUCK IT!"

("Bloody Tears" by Cradle of Filth blastes on the speakers as Rawstarr and Draven leave throwing up the NPD handsign.)

(We cut to a commercial that showcases a DVD entitled, "A Bad Decision: The WORST Wrestlers in AWA History".)

("In The End" starts to play through the Saddledome and the crowd immediately lets out a deafening cheer in response.)

HS: "This crowd is clearly happy to see one of their own coming out here now tonight."

FJ: "Well... Low used to be from this backwards country, but I don't see these people cheering for him when he comes out."

HS: "Think about who it is you are referring to and maybe the reasoning for that might sink in."

(The crowd continued to cheer and the now familiar 'Chaos Stryke' flag appeared in the crowd as Logan made his way towards the ring.)

LOGAN: "Hello Calgary!"

(The crowd let out a roar in response.)

LOGAN: "Yeah. I know the feeling. I've been gone too long... but it's great to be back!"

(The crowd started to chant Logan's name over and over.)

LOGAN: "Please! Please! There's no need to get so carried away. Besides... I think Frank is going to be too overwhelmed by all the joy-joy feelings. We all know how bitter he likes to be unless there's blood involved."

HS: "I think he hit the nail right on the head."

FJ: "Oh sure! Take his side!"

(Logan makes his way down to ringside and climbs over the ring barricade and into the ringside area. He's wearing a Calgary Flames jersey. He walks down the line of fans alongside the barricade high-fiving them as he made his way along. After doing that for a minute, he made his way into the ring. He moves to the middle of the ring and then turns a slow circle, looking around at the crowd.)

LOGAN: "Well, I hope everyone out here is enjoying the show here tonight, despite the lack of cheerable Canadian content involved. And I know you're all looking forward to the big matches tonight. I only wish I could have been a part of one of them so you'd all have something to really go wild for, but I'll still go and put on a show for each and every one of you here tonight."

"I haven't been in this part of the country for a big show since the 2006 Springs and Breaks show. I walked into Edmonton and took the US title back from three men that thought they wanted it more. Here tonight I look to keep the Cruiserweight title away from one man who thinks he wants it more as well. I plan to show him otherwise and I'm sure you'd all like to see me walk out with the belt too!"

(The crowd cheered loudly in approval.)

LOGAN: "So Dai Xie... are you ready to come out here and do battle tonight? Are you ready to go out and do everything and anything in order to win? Because I will be. For all these people out here tonight, who want to see me beat you back and forth across the Saddledome before finishing you off in the middle of the ring, I will be. To prove that I am better than you and more deserving to carry the Cruiserweight championship, I will be. To show that I'm coming back into form and that I'll be ready to make another run towards the top of the AWA soon, I will be."

"For everything I want to accomplish, I'll come out here tonight and give you one of the toughest challenges you'll find anywhere in the AWA. This belt means a lot to me right now and I'm not going to let you have it very easily. Just be glad for one thing Xie. You could be fighting in there..."

(He stops and looks up at the Hell Bowl Chamber.)

LOGAN: "I wouldn't mind being in there... but since I'm not, I'll put on my own kind of show in the ring the way I know best. For you Xie... Chaos Theory predicts a very long night ahead!"

(The crowd cheers and "In The End" starts to play again. Logan climbs out of the ring and makes his way around the ringside area again. He hands off his flag to one of the kids in the front row and he starts to wave the flag back and forth excitedly.)

HS: "Well, Logan definitely sounds confident about his chances here tonight in Calgary."

FJ: "It'll just make it all the sweeter when Dai Xie beats him and takes his belt away from him! Then he'll wish he hadn't spent all his time out here riling up the crowd only to watch him lose! I can't wait to see him walk out of here several pounds lighter!"

(Logan climbs back over the barricade and heads off through the crowd. We cut to the back and see King Masa looking a little dejected after a huge loss to Draven Shadows. He seems to be getting something to eat at the huge spread backstage. We suddenly see a steel chair come across his back four or five times. Then as Masa turns around we see Jeff Christianson throwing Coffee on him. Suddenly Christianson jumps on Masa and begins pounding on his face. King Masa finally pushes Jeff Christianson off of him and then as MASA sits up, THWACK! Christianson drills him with a steel chair. Jeff now begins to hit the throat area of King Masa with the steel chair. Christianson does this several times, each time pressing harder and harder with the chair. We see security finally rush the scene and pull what seems to be a crazed Jeff Christianson off. King Masa begins to spit up a little blood.)

DW: "YOU TRY TO RUIN MY COMPANY?! YOU PIECE OF SHIT! YOU ARE GOING TO BE DEPORTED!"

(We fade to Herb and Frank.)

HS: "Jeff Christianson looks a little upset with King Masa there."

FJ: "Jeff Christianson just violently assaulted a man who lost to Draven Shadows. Masa deserved it for losing to that loser."

HS: "FRANK! You can't say that."

FJ: "I just did. Jeff Christianson only wants the best wrestlers to be managed by the Christianson Management Corporation. That obviously isn't King Masa."

HS: "Coming up next is our first set of three AWA Championship defenses tonight! It is our No Disqualification No Limits Championship Match with Sir Nathaniel Henry Lee GBE taking on Onslaught."

FJ: "Oh boy I cannot wait! This match is taking place because Onslaught believes that Sir Henry had a role in the unceremonial firing of Brian Stevens. Sir Henry says he didn't have a part in it. Is is right? I think he is, however Onslaught is too stupid to understand, too ignorant to want to listen, and too frustrated to want to talk about this."

HS: "I think we're going to witness something that really is not for the weak at heart. I think that the No Limits Championship will not even be on the minds of the participants. I think we will witness a brutal match."

(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, while the AWA No Limits Championship shines in the light from around his waist. 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.)

HS: "Sir Henry is poised for action tonight and he looks as serious as ever."

FJ: "I don't understand why he's so serious. I mean, he's facing Onslaught. The guy's a top guy here in the AWA and he's about read to unleash years of pent up aggression on poor Onslaught."

HS: "NHL won his second No Limits Championship from a match with Jeff Christianson at Wrestlefest IX, however this is Henry's first run with the belt. I don't think Henry, as diabolical as he is, is ready to drop this title anytime soon."

(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. He unstraps his No Limits Championship belt and raises it into the air. The lights dim in the arena as Atmosphere's "Saves The Day" hit's over the arena PA System. With each beat of the snare, a different color light flashes and overtakes the HELL ON EARTH entrance way. It isn't long until "The BOOF Bishop" steps onto the stage with the lovely Miss Jessica Kassle by his side. Onslaught nods his head to the music as he starts walking his way down the aisle.)

HS: "Tonight will mark the first opportunity for Onslaught to challenge for AWA gold. Tonight, his lifelong dream of being a Champion in this sport can be realized if he beats one of the sports very best in Sir Henry here tonight, LIVE at Hell On Earth on Pay Per View."

FJ: "Big time challenge for Onslaught tonight. He's a good dude, but he's a little overmatched in experience and a little overmatched in intelligence."

HS: "What he isn't overmatched on, however, is passion. Motivation. Heart. With his lifelong friend Jessica Kassle guiding his career tonight and into the future, who knows what Onslaught could do tonight."

FJ: "Hell...as far as I see it, Summers? Onslaught might just be overmatched PERIOD."

(Onslaught and Jessica make their way down the ramp and a loud, audible "BOOF, Bitch!" chant can be heard overtaking the arena. Onslaught smiles as he holds Jessica's hand, leading her up the ring steps. Jessica steps into the ring as Onslaught makes his way up the steps and eventually the big man steps over the top rope. Jessica motions for the crowd to make some noise and indeed they do. Onslaught, High School singlet and all, raises his arms proudly as he bumps into the ropes with his chest. He takes a few steps back off the rebound before doing the same thing to the other 3 sides of the ring. Jessica stands at the other side of the ring, getting the fans behind her friend Onslaught.)

HS: "Onslaught has been in this sport for as long as Brian Stevens, a man who is unquestionably the most dominant AWA World Champion of all time. He has trained in the same dojo's as Stevens. He's endured many of the same hardships as Stevens...he's just not as battle-tested as Stevens. Tonight should be interesting to see if Onslaught can apply those same lessons and teachings that he garnered along the years of seconding Stevens and training with the Punk Rock Phenom. If he can't, Frank? He may very well be doomed."

FJ: "And you do make an interesting point. Onslaught has all the tools to succeed. He's big. For a Seven Footer, the cat can fly and fly incredibly well. He hits hard. He hits stiff. He is a gifted athlete for sure who put his talents and gifts on a shelf to better the life of his best friend and watch his back. Onslaught needs to watch out for the mindgames of NHL. Sir Henry is a diabolical monster and can beat you before the bell even rings. Onslaught needs to be very leery of ANYTHING Henry does, dirty tactic or otherwise."

HS: "And let's not forget the X Factor. Jessica Kassle. She dated the other personality of NHL for many months. She knows the insides of NHL's head. She knows the past of Nathan and Henry and she can help Onslaught exploit that."

FJ: "She may be incredibly goddamn pretty...beyond words pretty...but she also may be one of the smartest lil' cookies to ever grace this company. She dated Brian Stevens for 8 years and Nathan Hawthorne-Lee for almost a year. She knows the ins and the outs of this sport and the people within it. She knows what it takes to succeed and she's giving Onslaught those tools to succeed now. It's up to Onslaught to take advantage of that Goddess and her wisdom."

(Onslaught and Jessica Kassle find their corner and go over last-minute strategy while Sir Henry paces the corner near to him. After a moment, Henry walks up to the corner and kicks Onslaught right in the ribs, knocking his face into the middle turnbuckle. Jessica, irate, begins to leave the ring as Sir Henry gazes in her direction.)

FJ: "And it starts!!"

(Immediately, NHL starts to stomp on Onslaught with sharp kicks to the head and back. NHL reaches down and picks Onslaught up by his head until Onslaught has a vertical base and then locks up with him in the collar and elbow tie up. NHL is able to power through this and lift a still groggy Onslaught up to his feet and lock him and and successfully deliver a gutbuster suplex. With Onslaught on the mat, Henry mounts him and starts to deliver a series of left hands to the former body guard square in the head. Sir Henry gets off Onslaught and picks him up to his feet. Henry whips Onslaught into the ropes and Onslaught bounces back, ducking Henry's clothesline attempt, rebounding, and hitting a drop kick!)

FJ: "A dropkick? Onslaught can land a dropkick like that?"

HS: "Apparently so!"

FJ: "Unbelievable!"

(Sir Henry is quick to get to his feet, but Onslaught is there to make his life hell and he kicks the No Limits Champ straight in the skull. Sir Henry falls flat on his ass with a dazed look in his eyes.)

HS: "Frank, I think that boot connected right with NHL's jaw!"

FJ: "Are you saying that he may be knocked loopy?"

(We cut to an instant replay where we see the boot connect right on the point of NHL's jaw.)

FJ: "Wow! It did!"

(During the replay, Onslaught was busy putting the boots to the man he felt betrayed his friend. Onslaught grabs NHL and whips him hard into the turnbuckle, so hard that he bounches out and just as he's bounced out, Onslaught comes running in and spears him back into the corner.)

HS: "Did you see that impact?"

FJ: "It's like Henry's head just bobbled more than Jay Leno's."

(Onslaught grabs Henry by the head and climbs up to the top rope with him. Onslaught grabs Sir Henry and tries for a superplex - but NHL blocked it! Henry fights Onslaught and shoves him off the top rope. Sir Henry looks down at Onslaught, but then hops down to the mat to a sea of boos from the crowd in attendance. Sir Henry walks over to Onslaught and kicks him right in the gut with a strong toe kick. Henry kicks him again and Onslaught flips onto his back. Sir Henry has a maniacal smile on his face as he's inflicting this pain into Onslaught. Henry stomps on Onslaught's left hand and Onslaught immediately brings the hand back to his body and coddles it. Henry drops a knee to Onslaught's stomach, causing him to flip over and grip his abdomen after the impact. Henry jumps in the air and delivers yet another devastating knee right to the back of Onslaught. Onslaught cries out in pain from the impact and we see Henry get up with a sadistic smile on his face.)

FJ: "Here's a man who's self made - and I'm not sure if I wanted that to be a pun or not - but here's a self-made man who started this company from scratch, using both is money and Nathan's money, and it's a leading corporation for the Department of Defense, contracted to do top secret and above top secret contracts. This is within a year of being created. Sir Henry knows the sacrifice of how to get things done and this man has done just that. Tonight we're witnessing a man that's on a mission and who won't stop until that mission is finished."

HS: "What an interesting perspective to put this in, Frank. But you have to wonder if NHL will follow through on his statements. Is he that cold-hearted to stomp a man to death in the head until his very skull collapses? Can he actually follow through on that?"

FJ: "I guess we'll find out tonight."

(Sir Henry stops the damage and walks over to the nearest turnbuckle. He starts to untie the padding, much to the dismay of the referee. Sir Henry pie faces the referee to the mat and the referee gets right back up and gets in Sir Henry's face. Sir Henry finishes untying the turnbuckle and grabs the referee and crashes his head on the exposed steel. The referee falls to the mat as blood starts to flow from the forhead of the ref.)

HS: "That's a licensed AWA Official, dammit!"

FJ: "Well, then it's a good thing that it's a no-disqualification match."

HS: "To hell with that! Henry should respect the authority of the AWA Official!"

FJ: "When have you known him to do that? And besides, that's what he gets for getting involved in a match where his ONLY job is to count to three or call the submission."

HS: "How can you be so insensitive?"

FJ: "I'm not being insensitive. I'm just calling it as I see it. The referee decided he wanted to keep it real, and Sir Henry showed him what happens when keeping it real goes wrong."

(Sir Henry goes to Onslaught, who's almost to his feet, while stepping over the still bleeding referee. Sir Henry grabs a hold of Onslaught and whips him into the corner opposite where the exposed top corner turnbuckle is. The only problem now is to remove the referee from the path. Sir Henry starts to roll the referee out of the ring with his feet and by the time the referee lands to the mat outside, there are paramedics there to take care of him and a new referee slides into the ring to take his place. NHL pops a smirk on his face as he sees the referee roll into the ring heading towards Onslaught.)

HS: "And here's another referee for this match."

FJ: "More red-shirt cannon fodder for Sir Henry to dispatch if they piss him off."

HS: "He's not wearing a red shirt."

FJ: "Not yet anyway."

(Henry lands a few punches on Onslaught before whipping him towards the exposed turnbuckle. However, Onslaught reverses the whip and sends Henry towards that turnbuckle. Henry grabs the ropes before he collides to stop himself and then turns around. Onslaught shoots a boot towards Henry's head, but Henry ducks and Onslaught's boot lands on that exposed top turnbuckle. Henry punches Onslaught in the knee while his foot is on top of that turnbuckle and knees him in the groin. Onslaught doubles over, but not too long afterwards, Henry grabs Onslaught and dumps him over the top rope where Onslaught crashes to the mats below and into the guard rail. Meanwhile, a silent Jessica Kassle stands only a few feet away and watches as Onslaught tries to muster up the strength to get to his feet. She glances into the ring to see Henry with a smile on his face as he exits the ring. He looks at her and speaks.)

NHL: "You had to push him into this match, didn't you? Well I hope you enjoy what you see."

(Jessica backs away as NHL grabs Onslaught and whips him into the crowd barrier, sliding it back a good foot or so. Onslaught slinks to the ground in pain and NHL gets in a few stomps to him. NHL picks up Onslaught and whips him hard into the steel steps. He screams out to the crowd...)

NHL: "I CAN DO THIS ALL BLOODY NIGHT!"

(The crowd starts to boo the Englishman, but he pays no mind to them as he takes Onslaught's head and bashes it off the top section of the steel steps. Henry grabs Onslaught once mroe and whips him into the guard rail. Again, Onslaught connects with force, sliding it back about another foot, well into the legs of the people sitting in the first row there. As the fans try to pushit out, Onslaught slids to the ground. Sir Henry laughs as he grabs Onslaught and whips him hard into the steel steps. As they explode upon impact, Onslaught lies on the pile of steps. Sir Henry grabs some cable from the nearby camera and wraps it around Onslaught's neck. Henry starts to choke out Onslaught as the referee is there asking Onslaught if he wants to give up.)

HS: "He's choking the life out of him! Step in there, ref!"

FJ: "And become yet another victim to the founder of Damage, Inc.? I don't think he'll make a risk so unrewarding."

(NHL lets go of the cable and steps towards Herb and Frank.)

HS: "What the hell are you doing? Get back to the match!"

NHL: "Shut up, Herb! I'm so sick and bloody tired of your whining and complaining! If I hear so much as one more negative comment from you, you'll rue the day you EVER even laid your pathetic eyes upon me."

FJ: "I'd do what he says, Herb."

NHL: "And Frank, no one likes a kiss arse."

FJ: "I was just tak-"

NHL: "Shut your bloody mouth!"

(Sir Henry rips up a fan mounted to the table and walks over to Onslaught. As Henry approaches Onslaught, Onslaught rolls over and grabs the cord of the fan, yanking it out of Sir Henry's hands. Henry walks over to Onslaught and grabs the fan, trying to yank it from his grip, but Onslaught releases his grip and Sir Henry goes crashing backwards into the time keeper's table! Onslaught gets up, still a little groggy, but makes it to Henry and puts a few boots to him before picking up the ring bell. Sir Henry puts his arms up, pleading with Onslaught to not hit him, but Onslaught ignores Henry and raises his arms into the air with the bell in hand. Sir Henry then kicks Onslaught in the groin. Onslaught bends over, but not before dropping the ring bell right on Sir Henry's head.)

HS: "Henry's plan backfired!"

FJ: "That sucks REALLY bad."

(Onslaught reaches down and grabs NHL by the head and drags him up to his feet. Onslaught whips NHL right into the barricade so hard that NHL flips over the top and into the crowd onto the laps of several ringside fans.)

HS: "Amazing!"

FJ: "I don't think NHL is happy right now."

(The camera runs over to see Sir Henry rolling down off the lap of the fans and he lands on the concrete outside. Onslaught goes over the barricade and grabs Sir Henry by the head and brings him to his feet. Onslaught lands a right hand on the Englishman and NHL stumbles back a few feet, getting deeper and deeper into the crowd. Sir Henry stumbles over a few chairs, but Onslaught still progresses towards his goal. Through the thick of the crowd, Onslaught finds his target, but NHL has a surprise for him and nails him with a chair shot straight to the skull!)

FJ: "There's a souvenier for a lucky fan!"

(Sir Henry drops the chair to his side and walks over to Onslaught. He picks up the big man and lands a hard left to the face of Onslaught. Sir Henry grabs Onslaught and whips him into a nearby railing. Onslaught bounces off the railing and falls into a hallway leading into the back. Sir Henry picks Onslaught up to his feet once more, but Onslaught does a drop toe hold and NHL falls flat onto the steps. Onslaught stumbles to his feet and kicks NHL in the ribs, knocking him back down to the steps leading towards the hallway. NHL starts to crawl up the steps as Onslaught staggers up after him.)

HS: "Where are they going? They need to be in the ring to end the match!"

FJ: "I don't know, but I LOVE it!"

(NHL is to the top of the set of 5 steps and Onslaught is right there with him. As soon as Henry gets to his feet, Onslaught is there to grab a hold of him and throw him into one of the concrete walls. NHL bounces off and lands on the concrete floor about ten feet away from Onslaught. Onslaught runs up to NHL and kicks him in the side so hard that NHL flips over onto his back. Onslaught walks up to a nearby coffee table, just at the edge of the main hallway in the bowels of the building. He picks up NHL, kicks him in the gut, and puts his head between his legs. Onslaught picks up Henry and slams him through a table.)

HS: "Oh my! NHL just landed through a table on solid concrete!"

FJ: "Onslaught's not playing around here."

HS: "And Jessica Kassle is enjoying every single minute of it!"

FJ: "But is it because she hates what Henry has done to Brian? Or can it be fueled, also, by the fact that Henry appeared and literally broke up her and Nathan?"

HS: "Interesting spin on a situation as serious as this."

FJ: "I could be right."

(Onslaught revels in his accomplishment and picks up Sir Henry from the ground. Sir Henry is almost like dead weight in the arms of Onslaught. Onslaught drags Sir Henry along the way a bit and stops in front of a door to an office. He drags Henry to his feet and grabs him by the head. Onslaught pushes Henry's head into the door, but Henry puts out his arms and stops it! Onslaught is trying to bash NHL's head into the door, but Henry is getting a second wind! Henry elbows Onslaught in the head a few times, and for yet another time tonight, Henry is able to kick Onslaught in the ground by swinging his leg backwards. Onslaught releases his grip, but Henry doesn't let up for a minute and grabs Onslaught's head and bashes it off the door. He does it one more time. And then for a third time - which leaves a smally, but noticable dent in the door.)

FJ: "After some punishment dished out by Onslaught, it seems that Henry's getting another wind."

HS: "How many 'winds' can you get?"

FJ: "Ask the Tootsie Roll Tootsie Pop Owl. He may know. He's smart. He has glasses."

HS: "... Yeah..."

(Henry grabs Onslaught and takes him back away from the door. Henry runs way from the door with Onslaught and throws Onslaught through a window! After he went through the window, he crashes through a desk and hits hard on the floor!!)

HS: "ON MY GOD!"

FJ: "JESUS CHRIST!"

(Onslaught is on the other side and there are some scrapes on his arms and hands and there's some small cuts on his forehead and the left side of his face, but nothing serious. Henry walks over to the slightly dented door and kicks it in. He approaches Onslaught and grabs him by the head. He grabs his left leg and drags him out of the small office, over some glass and wood. Sir Henry, upon his travels, spots a cart. He lifts Onslaught up and grapples him. NHL quickly hits a snap suplex on the concrete and then deadlifts Onslaught's massive frame and drops it onto the metal card. Henry pushes the cart down the hallway and makes a right. He goes through some curtains and then past some television monitors.)

HS: "That's backstage."

FJ: "They're going to come out on the ramp!"

(Indeed, they're right. Onslaught on the card appears on the stage followed by NHL. Onslaught starts to come to his senses and he notices where he is. Quickly, Sir Henry pushes the cart down the ramp and Onslaught hangs on for dear life. But something goes wrong and the cart gets stuck on the ramp and it flips over from the front, launching Onslaught from the cart!! Onslaught lands on the bottom of the ramp and slides and rolls down until he hits the ring apron!)

FJ: "I think Onslaught's dead..."

HS: "Someone call the EMTs! We need help here!"

(NHL, meanwhile, was walking down the ramp all the while behind Onslaught. Onslaught, who's cut and scraped up, is starting to move around in the ringside area and disappears under the ring for a moment.)

HS: "Onslaught has no clue where he is. We need to stop this match!"

FJ: "This is EXACTLY the definition of a No Limits Match! Except now you can have weapons in the ring! I WANT MY VIOLENCE!! GIVE ME BLOOD!"

(NHL reaches Onslaught's location and grabs a hold of the big man's foot. He drags Onslaught out from under the ring, but surprise, Onslaught has a fire extinguisher! He fires it off into the British knight's eyes!)

FJ: "How come there's a fire extinguisher placed ever so conveniently under the ring? Who sets up this place?"

(Temporarily blinded, NHL backs off a bit, trying to rub the extinguishant from his eyes. Onslaught pulls out a metal folding chair from under the ring and blasts it right over the head of NHL. Henry falls flat onto his back and we see that he's been opened up from the asault and blood is pouring out on the left side of his face. Henry gets brought to his feet and is rolled into the ring. Onslaught climbs up and heads through the ropes. Henry is sitting up in the ring, trying to wipe the blood out of his left eye. If you look at NHL's face, his entire left side is completely doused in blood, but his right side is perfectly fine.)

HS: "Oh man, what a night! What a match! Half of Henry's face is covered in blood! Onslaught's been thrown around like a ragdoll. What an intense match!"

FJ: "I'll agree with that."

(Onslaught picks up Sir Henry and lands a hard right hand straight to the open wound on NHL's face. Sir Henry stumbles back a few steps, but comes back with a left hand right to Onslaught's face.)

HS: "These two men are throwing haymakers at this point."

FJ: "They must be totally exhausted."

(Henry and Onslaught lock up in the middle of the ring and Onslaught whips Henry into the corner turnbuckles and then follows with a shoulder charge right into the chest of NHL. Onslaught steps away from Henry and looks around the ring. He wipes the sweat from his brow as he spots the exposed turnbuckle from earlier in the match across from him. He smiles as he turns to NHL and he grabs the No Limits Champion and whips him into the corner, but NHL reverses! Onslaught goes careening into the corner and his back crashes into the steel turnbuckle!)

FJ: "Wow! After failing to get it done earlier in the match, NHL gets Onslaught with that exposed turnbuckle once more."

(NHL picks up Onslaught and puts his head between his legs. NHL grabs Onslaught and lifts up and nails a jackknife powerbomb!)

HS: "NHL just hit Onslaught's finisher!"

FJ: "Can he put him away with this?"

(NHL falls to the mat and slowly crawls over to Onslaught. NHL gets an arm over Onslaught's body and the referee counts...)

HS: "...ONE...TWO...TH- OH MY! ONSLAUGHT KICKED OUT!"

FJ: "Wow!"

(NHL is frustrated at this. After a moment of lying on the mat, NHL gets up and brings Onslaught to his feet. NHL whips Onslaught into the exposed turnbuckle, but Onslaught reverses and Henry nails his own weapon! On the rebound, Onslaught picks up Henry as if he's going to do a stalling suplex, but then drills Henry to the mat!)

FJ: "SLAPSHOT! SLAPSHOT! SLAPSHOT!"

(Onslaught just lies on the mat, looking up at the lights. Henry's blood is still covering half of his face, but it's starting to pool on the ring tarp. Onslaught rolls over and puts an arm over NHL's body. As the referee counts, Onslaught hooks the leg...)

HS: "...ONE...TWO...THRE-! NO! NO! NO! HENRY JUST BARELY KICKED OUT!"

FJ: "It was almost curtains for NHL! He barely got the shoulder up and if he waited a millisecond longer, we could have had a title change!"

(Onslaught rolls off of Henry and the two lie on the ground. The referee begins his 10 count on the downed combatants. Onslaught and Henry start to stir and both get to their feet with only 3 seconds left. NHL and Onslaught tie up once more and Onslaught powers through and knees Henry in the gut. Onslaught lifts Henry into the air and drops him on his shoulders. It appears that Onslaught's going for his Burning Hammer maneuver, but Henry slips down and avoids the move. Onslaught turns around, but is met by a boot to the gut by NHL and is lifted into the air, barely, and is dropped on his head with NHL's signature brainbuster DDT move!)

FJ: "SLAPSHOT! SLAPSHOT! SLAPSHOT!"

HS: "Can Henry put Onslaught away here?"

(Henry drops to his knees and then falls on his back. He crawls over to Onslaught, appearing to be completely exhausted, and gets an arm over Onslaught. The referee gets down to count the pin...)

HS: "...ONE...TWO...THREE! Wait?"

(Onslaught kicks out.)

FJ: "He kicked out?"

(The referee calls for the bell and raises NHL's hand in the air.)

FJ: "It was too late! Onslaught kicked out too late!"

HS: "Oh wow! What a match! What a match!"'

("Am I Evil?" By Diamond Head plays over the sound system as NHL is awarded his No Limits Championship belt. Sir Henry, bloody as ever, holds up his coveted title and drops to his knees. He rolls out of the ring and heads to the back while Onslaught sits there with a disappointed look on his face.)

FJ: "What a showing by Onslaught! It appears that he's been learning some moves from Brian Stevens and has put that knowledge to the test here tonight!"

HS: "This young man has a very bright future ahead of himself here in the American Wrestling Alliance."

FJ: "Yes he does. Surprisingly."

(We cut to the back where Jason Storm is leaning against the wall in his wrestling gear. He is obviously strung out, both anxious and eager to start the match and get it over with. Even the clicking of heels doesn't distract him from his nervous wreck, but the tapping on his shoulder and the sharp address does.)

SIENNA: "Who the HELL do you think you are?"

(Sure enough... It is Sienna Harrison that has approached Jason Storm, dressed in a black "AWA" t-shirt and a pair of tight-fitting capris along with black heels.)

FJ: "Woooo..."

HS: "Not now."

FJ: "...Ooooh."

HS: "Okay now."

FJ: "WOOOO!"

HS: "Psyche."

FJ: "Bastard."

STORM: "I think I'm a lot of things; some of them complimentary, some not so. I also think I'm going to be World Heavyweight Champion before your brother. Why, what do you think I am?"

(Storm turns around to face her, waves of the feeling, 'not now little girl, you don't want to start this with me right now' can be felt even through the Ameritron.)

SIENNA: "I think that the product that you pick up after your ugly little dog is worth more than you could ever be, Jason."

(Sienna sniffs.)

SIENNA: "God, it smells like poor people in here."

(Storm lifts a hand in warning.)

STORM: "It must be your own stench then, you disenfranchised slut, since I just put my main event money in the bank. But I'm warning you now; you can say what you want about me, Sienna, because I know that in a few short months, you'll be on street corners with your mother in order to make ends meet. But if you say ANYTHING about Mr. Schnuckums, I'll give you your first of many pimp-smacks to come."

(Sienna sighs.)

SIENNA: "Jason, I've heard just as many slut jokes as you've heard tiny penis jokes. It's really middle-schoolish and you should know better than anybody... Don't count your cocks before they hatch, little boy."

HS: "Ouch!!"

FJ: "Bitch!"

SIENNA: "Besides. When you realize that you've lost it all trying to put money on your main event LOSS you'll have to give up that poor mutt of yours anyway. It could do so much better than you."

SIENNA: "But enough about Maria..."

SIENNA: "Let's talk about that ugly poodle that you carry around."

(Now Jason is looming over on Sienna, backing her into the other side of the wall; a hand comes crashing beside Sienna's face with a loud smack, and Storm is shooting daggers at Sienna.)

STORM: "That's strike two, Sienna. And don't you dare talk about Maria like that; her taste in men aside, she's more of a woman than you could ever hope to be; probably because unlike your parents, hers smacked her around a little bit. Which reminds me, have you heard from your father? Because I'll have to contact the authorities if so..."

(Sienna slaps Jason.)

(Jason rubs his cheek, but otherwise, doesn't do anything; merely continue to look down at Sienna.)

STORM: "Why are you here, Sienna?"

SIENNA: "Because you've gone too far. You're jealous of my brother and now you're trying to make our whole family suffer because of some stupid GAME that you two are playing with each other. And back the hell away from me."

(Storm's eyes widen, and then he starts to laugh, unconsciously complying with Sienna's request in backing off.)

(Sienna simply crosses her arms and raises an eyebrow.)

STORM: "'Jealousy'? I suppose in some twisted sense, I am, but that's not the half of it. And this isn't a game, Sienna. Not to me, and now not even to Evan; at least not anymore, not after I...'helped' him realize it."

(Storm points down the hall, presumably toward the ring.)

STORM: "'That', Sienna, is not a game; that's our life. That's what we live, breathe, and will die for. That means everything in the world to me, it's all Evan has left, and it's all your precious Logan will ever know. That wrestling ring is how the likes of us will achieve immortality. It is our only chance to ascend into God-hood; so don't you EVER have the gall to say that ring is nothing but a 'game'."

SIENNA: "Oh, Jason, you seem to be under the assumption that I don't know anything about wrestling. I know plenty about the ring and what goes on inside of it... I know that the 'immortals' are those like, dare I say it, Hulk Hogan. I know that there are the 'devastating' like Andre the Giant. There are the innovators like Sabu. And then there are the leftovers... The ones that belong in the JUNKYARD like you and your dog. I know enough."

(Jason's eyes bulge, but then quickly return to normal. He walks over, and places a hand on her shoulder.)

SIENNA: "Why are you touching me, poor per-?"

STORM: "'Know enough'? Sienna, you don't even know when you are in over your head. For example, you don't even know to keep your mouth shut about my dog. Which reminds me..."

(Storm's grip suddenly and quite visibly tightens.)

HS: "Oh my God...get out of there Sienna, now! Somebody, get over there!!!"

FJ: "Oh no! The face! Not the face!"

(Sienna tries to pull free of Storm, but obviously can't.)

SIENNA: "Oh yeah, this will look real good on camera, Jason. Do something. Bitch."

STORM: "With pleasure...bitch."

(Storm's face becomes the very thing of wrath, as over a week of tension over his match comes pouring out; he roughly throws Sienna face first into the opposite wall!! He immediately looms over her, glaring at her body.)

HS: "SON OF A--!"

FJ: "Sit down, Herb. Sit-- take your seat! Wow. I never thought I'd get the chance to say that. Bittersweet."

(Sienna pushes herself up onto her hands and knees. Her back is turned to the camera and her hair is around her face, making it impossible to see her expression.)

HS: "That is a young lady. She is not a wrestler. This should have never happened."

FJ: "I agree, but she brought it on herself, Herbie."

HS: "Would you have a heart?"

(Sienna slowly, shakily gets to her feet and turns to Storm. She doesn't seem to have any visible mark on her face, though she is obviously upset. She glares at Jason with a look of pure hatred.)

SIENNA: "Hope that made you feel big."

STORM: "No, that just made me feel better. THIS will make me feel big."

(Storm rears back his foot and knees Sienna in the face!)

HS: "My God."

FJ: "...Okay, that wasn't nice."

(Sienna hits the ground and slumps against the wall. A mix of several emotions twists across her face for a while before she looks up at Storm with tears in her eyes, though she doesn't actually break down.)

SIENNA: "Well... I'm glad... That you have the balls to hit people when they're down... And attack women... But when it actually matters... You're more of a bitch than..."

STORM: "What in God's green Earth makes you think that is a good idea?"

SIENNA: "All I'm doing is helping you dig your own grave. Here..."

(Sienna shakily gets up again, though at least five times slower than last time.)

SIENNA: "Want another shot?"

HS: "Is she crazy!!?!"

(Storm shakes his head with a slight smile of admiration. He then forcefully grabs Sienna by the hair and kisses her on the lips.)

FJ: "Dirty bastard."

HS: "You see it my way! He's a vile human being!"

FJ: "You don't put your dirty knee in someone's mouth and then kiss them. That's how AIDS starts."

HS: "You-- wh-- I--."

FJ: "I know. That was deep."

(Somehow during all of this, Sienna manages to spit her own blood into Storm's mouth and attempt to push him away from her, though she's obviously to weak by now to do such a thing.)

(Storm let's up only to spit the blood back at her, licking the remainder off her cheek.)

(Sienna simply accepts it and makes no further attempt to resist Jason. She looks apathetic.)

STORM: "Do you know why I did this to you, Sienna? It's not because you're a mouthy bitch, it's not because you pretend you know anything. It's not even because of what you said about my dog...okay, part of it is, but mostly, it's because when you wake up, you can tell Evan all about this. Tell him that he can't seem to protect his women."

HS: "What the hell does he mean, wake up?"

(Jason turned and walked off screen, leaving Sienna alone.)

(Sienna wipes some of the blood from her cheek and her eyes seem to roll into the back of her head for a moment. She is very groggy and lightheaded, but looks determined to stand up, though she's clearly going nowhere...)

HS: "Sienna is in a bad, bad way."

FJ: "Where the hell is security?"

(Sienna looks depressed at this point and focuses on a spot in the ground, though she's having difficulty keeping her eyes steady.)

(Suddenly, Storm blitz' by Sienna, a sickening 'thud' is heard as he passes, and Sienna slumps to the floor, unconscious.)

HS: "SON OF A BITCH!"

FJ: "...That was too far. That was sick. That... No..."

STORM: "Well, this would have been a Sienna-bitch of a lawsuit; good thing you can't afford a lawyer anymore."

(At a rather inopportune moment, footsteps are heard scuffling as security and referees rush to the scene, though they're greeted to nothing more than an unconscious Sienna Harrison, Jason Storm nowhere in sight at the moment.)

HS: "And now we're being told A.C. Smith is readying himself for the Hell Bowl Chamber!"

FJ: "What's there to ready himself for? All he has to do is go out there, lie down like a rug, and just move on!"

(We cut backstage, where A.C. Smith is stretching and limbering up for his match, all the while with past Hell Bowl Chamber matches blaring on his television screen in the background. A knock is heard on his door, and Smith shakes his head before opening it up to reveal Mark Keller, microphone in hand.)

MK: "A.C., can I just get a quick word?"

A.C.: "Not gonna stop you if I say no."

MK: "Anyway, what's going through your mind as you prepare for the Hell Bowl Chamber?"

A.C.: "Honestly? Not a whole lot. With the exception of Storm, I've faced all these guys before, and there's nothing to say I won't come out on top tonight. I've proven that I'm the most focused and level-headed competitor in the Chamber in the days leading up to tonight, and you can be sure that if I somehow go down tonight, it's going to be with a bang rather than a whimper."

MK: "Thanks A.C. Sorry to interrupt."

(Keller dashes away, and the door is slammed behind him. Smith goes back to stretching, only to hear another series of knocks on the door.)

A.C.: (frustrated) "Porter, if that's you, Keller beat you to it!"

LP: (muffled) "Sorry!"

(Smith shakes his head and turns it towards the television as we cut back to ringside.)

HS: "Next up, the Cruiserweight Championship will be on the line, as Logan Alexander takes on Dai Xie!"

FJ: "When did we start taking illegal immigrants?"

HS: "FRANK!"

FJ: "And better yet, why do THEY always come to America, and why do WE never send anyone THERE?"

HS: "FRANK!!!"

FJ: "All I'm saying is that trades like David Hasselhoff to Europe for David Beckham are questionable!"

("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 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, screaming out into the audience 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: "This is one of Dai Xie's biggest matches in his AWA career, and he'll definitely be looking to make a statement here at Hell on Earth."

FJ: "It'd be the first statement he's made in quite some time!"

HS: "Would you stop?!"

("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 with the Cruiserweight belt around his waist. 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 removes the Cruiserweight belt and holds it up in the air for several moments, keeping his eye on his opponent, before handing it to the referee. He walks over towards the corner opposite his opponent and watches him quietly as he awaits the opening bell.

He hasn't long to wait, as the bell rings promptly. The two lock up quickly, with Dax coming away with a side headlock. Logan counters with a side suplex, but the challenger keeps the hold locked in on the ground. Logan eventually fights out of it with a series of elbows to the chest before coming off the ropes with a flying tackle that knocks Dax down. The Asian rolls out of the ring to regroup, but Logan follows, hitting a baseball slide kick after going under the bottom rope!)

HS: "Logan's wasting no time here! He's doing his best to keep the pressure on his opponent early on in this contest."

FJ: "Ever wonder what he'd be like as a hockey player?"

(Logan rolls Dai Xie back into the ring, but him going back in second hurts him, as Dax comes away with a series of stomps to the back before setting him up in the corner. He then mounts Logan for a series of punches before monkey-flipping him back into the center of the ring. He tries a pinfall after a standing moonsault, but only gets a two-count.

Dax then picks Logan up and sets him up for a suplex, but the champion slips out and dropkicks the challenger into the opposite set of ring ropes, tying him up! Logan pounds away for a few seconds before whipping him across the ring. He leapfrogs Dax before hitting an arm drag and locking in a gravevine on the arm.)

HS: "Looks like Logan's taking a page out of the Anderson playbook, working that body part."

FJ: "You know what they call Dai Xie back home in Tokyo?"

HS: "Sigh...what, Frank?"

FJ: "The Kamikaze Kid!"

HS: "FRANK!"

(Dax slips out of the grapevine, and engages in a test of strength. Logan falls behind early, but comes pack to power Dax down, only to crumple to the mat after a low blow! Staying on the offensive, the challenger ignores referee Stu Abbot's warning and hits a half-nelson facebuster before locking in a hammerlock. Logan reaches the ropes, but Dax then rams Logan's head into the turnbuckle before going for a backslide. However, Logan overpowers his opponent and reverses it into a back-to-back backbreaker submission!)

HS: "That's the Gory Special, invented by Gory Guerrero in the early days of Lucha Libre!"

FJ: "MORE foreigners?!"

HS: "At least we're not playing 'Waiting for a Girl Like You.'"

FJ: "True."

(The crowd roars at the possibility of a fairly-early submission, but Dax's outstretched foot touches the top rope, forcing a break. Logan then falls backwards, flapjacking the challenger into the mat face-first before locking in a front facelock. Dai Xie fights his way up, but is DDT'd right back down to the mat, where Logan goes back to the grapevine, but Dax gets to the ropes.

Not discouraged, Logan hits a vertical suplex and follows up with a knee drop, which gets two. He picks Dax up off the mat and tries an Irish whip, but Dax reverses it and hits a drop toe hold that drives Logan's neck into the middle rope! A roll-up attempt gets two, but Logan springs right up and fires away with a series of haymakers that drop Dax to a knee. This allows Logan to come off the ropes behind the challenger and hit a bulldog, which results in another near-fall.)

HS: "Some very fast-paced action here in this title match!"

FJ: "Between guys who can't speak English well!"

HS: "Frank, Canadians speak English better than most Americans."

FJ: "NOBODY should be allowed to say 'eh' THAT much."

(Dax fights his way to his feet, and the two lock up again. Dax hits a knee to the gut, followed by an uppercut and a running shoulderblock. Dax then runs to the opposite ring ropes and tries a cross body block with Logan near the apron, but the champ catches him, and both men go flying over the top rope and onto the arena floor!

Abbot starts the count, and both men start getting up around three. Logan's to his feet first at five, and picks Dax up. He proceeds to ram his head into the ringpost before rolling him into the ring and scaling the turnbuckles. Dax recovers, only to be hit with a flying sunset flip! The crowd roars as Abbot makes the count: One, two, thr--, no, only two!)

HS: "What a move by the champion, and what a kick-out by the challenger! The match could have been over right then and there!

FJ: "You mean no more foreign jokes? Dammit!"

HS: "Frank, he kicked out."

FJ: "Oh. Yay!"

(Logan is somewhat stunned Dax kicked out, but he does apply a wristlock when the challenger stands up, continuing to work the arm. Dax flips out of it, though, and tries a surprise superkick. Logan ducks, and tries one of his own, but Dax returns the favor by dodging it and rolls him up with an inside cradle! Abbot's there: One, two, no, just two!

Dax goes up to complain about the count, but Logan recovers and shoves him...right into Stu Abbot! Dax is dazed and confused upon impact, and Logan takes advantage with a Russian legsweep. He attempts a cover, but then discovers that Abbot has been knocked out. He goes to revive the official, which gives Dax time to recover. Abbot gets to his feet just in time to see the challenger execute a successful backslide, which only gets two.)

HS: "Alexander could have made a HUGE mistake there had the backslide gotten a three-count."

FJ: "Guess that's why Logan never became LOW-gan! Hah...I'm so witty."

(Dax follows up the backslide with a lariat that drops Logan to a knee. He follows it up with a swinging neckbreaker and back-to-back Asai moonsaults from opposite sets of ring ropes! He makes the cover; one, two, thr...)

FJ: "THREE!"

HS: "NO! MY GOD, LOGAN KICKED OUT AT TWO!"

FJ: "How did he..."

HS: "I don't know, Frank! What a match this has turned out to be!"

(Dax is stunned. He turns to the referee looking for some kind of an answer, but doesn't get one. Frustrated, he picks Logan up, and tries an Irish whip, but Logan reverses it into a hammerlock on the arm he's been working for a good part of the match! Dax writhes around the ring in obvious pain until Logan breaks the hold, whipping him around into a crowd-pleasing Implant DDT!)

HS: "LA Shockwave on Dai Xie! And now the tide has turned!"

FJ: "There are tides in Canada?"

(Logan sees the crowd on its feet, and signals for a finisher! He then goes to Dax and applies a head scissors on the mat while trapping the weakened arm with both hands!)

HS: "Chaos Theory! He's been working toward it for the entire match! Can Dai Xie hang on?"

(The answer, though, is apparent within about ten seconds, as Dax taps out! The bell rings, and Logan Alexander's hand is raised as the winner!)

HS: "What a match between two of the AWA's top young..."

FJ: "Foreigners."

HS: "Frank, you DO know that Low is FROM Canada."

FJ: "LIAR!"

(We see Larry Porter standing by and beside him is Jeff Christianson in his ring gear.)

LP: "Ladies and gentlemen, I am joined by Jeff Christianson."

DW: "Just glad to be here Larry."

LP: "You've had a busy night so far. Let's first talk about King Mas-."

(Jeff Christianson cuts in.)

DW: "There's nothing to talk about. I took the trash out. He isn't that great of a wrestler. He never will be. My wife does not have an eye for talent. That's for certain. I never bought into the guy and now look at him. She wanted me to manage that fat slob? No thank you."

LP: "Harsh words. Anything to say about your alliance with Mark Cross?"

(We see Jeff smirk arrogantly as he begins to talk.)

DW: "This match is going to be signed, sealed, and delivered to one of us. There is no way Travis Gray will throw a wrench into our plans. We are going to work as a well oiled machine and when the time is right... we will break apart and wrestler each other until the bitter end."

LP: "You didn't speak much this week. Why?"

DW: "I've just had a tough week. I'm wrestling tonight with an injury. My back is getting worse and not better. The structure tonight will not be forgiving. My back will obviously be hurting even worse."

LP: "Do you know the cause of the injury?"

DW: "No. It just started hurting three or four days. The pain started in my neck, where I've had 4 operations. Now it has jolted down my back. I want to withstand the pain. The chance to become World Champion again is worth risking it for."

LP: "That's interesting. Most people with a child at two years old may not think so."

DW: "They aren't me. Wrestling is my life. It will be my kid's life. It's my family's life. This is what my family is born to do. Wrestle. I'm going to go out there and give it my all."

(We now see Jeff begin to grab his back. Suddenly Mark Cross walks in the scene.)

MC: "Are you going to be able to make it?"

(We see Jeff nod. Mark grabs Jeff's arm and drapes it across of his own neck.)

MC: "Come on. I'm going to get you to the trainer so we can talk strategy. I hear you have a full proof plan."

(As the scene fades to ringside we hear Jeff speak one final time.)

DW: "You've got no idea!"

HS: "Here we go Frank... Next up on this night is The legendary Low... The eleven Time World Heavyweight Champion, against Evan Heir."

FJ: "I am excited Herb, Low is here.... In the biggest event of the night..."

HS: "We still have that hellacious looking Chamber tonight Frank."

FJ: "But Low isn't in it... So this HAS to be the biggest moment of the night."

(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. He throws a few punches at the camera closest to him before proceeding to walk down the ramp, Sienna Harrison walks behind him. 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.)

(Evan jumps down from the turnbuckles. He then runs against the ropes, jogging back and forth around the ring a bit to get warmed up as he awaits combat.)

HS: "Heir looks ready for war tonight Frank. The young superstar is going to have his hands full with the craftiest and probably best technical wrestler of all time. "

FJ: "This is Hell on Earth Herb, no one knows how to take you to hell like The Legendary Low"

(The opening chords of The Stooges' "My Idea Of Fun" begin to play. The arena 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 the arena's foundation. The boos intensify as The Legendary Low steps out onto the stage.)

(As an orange firework rain almost looks like a curtain between Low and the Ameritron, Low starts walking down the ramp, Seconds later Maria Clarke, Evan's ex-girlfriend accompanies Low down the stairs.)

(Orange spotlights crisscross the arena, as Low finally reaches the ring. He walks up the steps and draws some more boos as he arrogantly smiles to the crowd. He enters the ring and spreads his arms and circles around the ring, soaking up every single boo in the arena, as his music dies down.)

HS: The crowd is electric...

(The bell sounds and Low and Heir circle sizing each other up. They circle and circle before finally they meet in the classic collar and elbow tieup. They jockie for position before Low backs Heir into the ropes, the referee jumps in to break them up and Low breaks cleanly, Heir then leaps forward with a left and a right, Low answers back with his own left and right. Delivers a knee to the midsection before attempting an irish whip to the ropes that Low reverse into his own whip, Low drops down and heir jumps over. Coming back from the ropes, Low delivers a deep arm drag, Heir is up immediately he charges and attempts a drop kick, Low backs his feet away, and attempts an elbow drop however Evan rolls to the side. Low is back up now and attempts a clothesline, however Evan ducks under and grabs Lows arm. Leaping up he locks his other arm trying the crucifix pin. He get a fast one count, however Low kicks up and rolls out. )

(Low hits the ropes and delivers a shoulder block knocking Evan down. He crosses and then hits the ropes again, this time Evan drops down and Low jumps under, now its Evan's turn delivering an arm drag, Low charges forward and ends being the recipient of a drop toe hold. Evan floats over holding Low's foot, he tries to spin into an STF, however Low pushes himself up and flips to his back kicking Evan off. Evan now charges forward attempting a clothesline, however Low ducks under clipping a leg out from under Evan. As Evan rises Low delivers a stiff straight kick directly into Evan's gut doubling him over. Low steps in delivering a snap mare, then Locking in the reverse chin lock on Evan.)

HS: Wow, a quick pace to start things out."

FJ: But Low has taken control now Herb"

(Low wrenches backwards on Evan's chin, Evan reaches up trying to break Low's grip, however Low rolls to the side forcing Evan to his side. Low then sprawls out controlling Evan and slowly down the match. Evan kicks his legs upwards, and spins finally breaking the grip. He hits on knee, but Low is too quick delivering a straight right, Low stands Evan up, then hits a heavy knife edge chop that resonates through the arena. Low continues chopping away until Evan is in the corner. Then like a man possessed Low begins to boot away until Evan slumps down in the corner. Low turns and raises arms as the crowd erupts in boo's. Confident and cockily Low grabs Evan's hair and picks him up. Low jaws at Evan before delivering a text book snap suplex. Evan hits with heavy impact, so much so that his momentum forces him to sit up, Low relentless in his attack, drives his foot into Evan's spine causing Evan to scream out loud in pain. Low then isolates a leg, hooking a spinning toe hold. Evan struggles as Low continues to jaw away at him. Evan reaches up for Low, however only receives an open handed slap across the face.)

FJ: Just like I said, Low is in complete control... its only a matter of time"

HS: Don't count out Heir his resilience is amazing.

(Low releases the hold, before dragging Evan up, he reaches down scooping Evan and driving him down with a body slam. Low circles Evan before putting a few stomps to him. Low then reaches down to pick him up again. Evan grabs Low's wrist pulling him down and then rolling him up in a small package. 1...................2............... Low kicks out!)

HS: A near fall came from nowhere!

(Low runs his hands through his hair, with an angered look upon his face. Low stands up as does Heir. Heir drives forward with a forearm shiver, knocking Low back a step. He then lights into him with several left and right hands. Evan then goes for a boot, however Low catches his foot. Evan hops on one foot for a moment, Low makes an attempt to kick his leg out however Evan jumps over the attempt. Low then tries a leg whip, however with Evans incredible agility he actually lands back on his foot, with Low still holding his leg. Evan the leaps up as the crowd hears a sickening smack and Low falls face first onto the canvas from the enziguri. The crowd springs to life. As Evan looks completely fired up. He picks Low up who wobbles from the devastating kick. Evan kicks low, then the middle, then goes high to the head of Low with a three roundhouse kicks. Low staggers and falls into the corner, Evan backs up and charges across the ring. He leaps delivering a spinning heel kick to low while in the corner. Evan grabs the ropes and flips himself outside the ring, as Low looks out on his feet. He staggers to the centre of the ring. Evan spring boards from the outside into the ring delivering a missle drop kick that puts Low down. Evan then goes for cover. )

HS: Evan has found his stride here....

FJ: Come on Low don't do this to me....

(1.................................2.................................... Low quicks out with only a moment to spare. Evan looks frustrated however goes right back to work, dropping an elbow, and then another. Evan lifts Low up releasing the excess emotion yelling out into the crowd. Evan measures Low with a stiff knee followed by a swinging neckbreaker. Evan holds on however bringing Low up with him. He then delivers a snap suplex, however still holds on rolling and dragging Low up again then time he floors Low with a quick and deadly DDT. Evan leaps up as Low lays motionless on the ground. Evan the turns delivering a standing moonsault. Again going for the pin Evan hooks a leg this time.)

FJ: Get up.... Get up... Get up!!!!

HS: "Evan Heir is completely dominating the World Champion right now.

FJ: Its going to change.... It always changes.. Low never loses..

HS: "We lost last week"

FJ: Shut up! He did not! You're imagining things.

(1......................2.............kickout! Low this time however kicks out with authority. Evan looks puzzled, its almost as if Low realizes that he's in a fight now. Evan lifts him up, he throws a right that Low blocks, Low reaches down grabs his legs and delivers a spinning spine buster. Both now lay on the ground for a few moments while Low collects his senses, Evan starts to stir but Low is up now. He waits for Evan to get up whipping him to the ropes. Evan then ducks under a clothesline, as he comes off the ropes Low hits a vicious spinning back fist on Evan who's leg come out from under him. Low then mounts Evan driving fists downwards on him. The referee tries to break Low, however he begins again, this time the referee starts to count. 1......2.....3....4...... Low breaks just in time, but not before starting to stomp away at Evan.)

(Low drops down with a knee to the shoulder, then lifts him up, twisting his arm, and delivering several kicks to Evan's shoulder. Low then forces Evan down to the canvas locking up the fujiwara arm bar. Evan screams in pain and Low cranks backwards. The referee asks Evan if he wants to give up however Evan shakes his head. Low keeps holding on however Evan refuses to give up. Low starts screaming at Evan to tap out. Evan though refuses Low then stands up dragging Evan up who is holding his should. Low scoops him up however doesn't slam him instead he puts him on his shoulder and delivers a shoulder breaker. Low taunts Evan who still grasps at his shoulder, Low seeing weakness immediately capatlizes with a kick to the gut and single arm DDT driving Evans shoulder to the mat again. Low extends his Evan's arm and drives his knee into the shoulder. Low then stands over Evan as Evan winces in pain.)

FJ: Tear him apart.

(Low attempts to whip Evan but Evan counters as he hits the ropes springing backwards with a back elbow, Low goes down, and then Evan turns the heat up now, He picks up Low hitting a hurrancanrana he then runs scaling the turnbuckles quickly, before coming off with a big moonsault. )

HS: What a moonsault!!

FJ: Pfft... Wasn't THAT good.

(Evan grabs his stomach but quickly gets up, bringing Low up with him. Evan then plants Low with a piledriver, he goes for the cover but only gets a two count. Evan lifts Low again this time hitting a facebuster. Again he covers and again only gets a two count. Heir hoists him up again seemingly frustrated, this time he delivers an implant DDT, he again goes for the cover. 1...............2...........kickout. Evan slaps his hands on the canvas, as Low rolls to the ropes using them to drag himself up..)

FJ: Low is undefeateable....

HS: Evan Heir is become frustrated at the fact that Low just wont stay down. Evan has hit him with everything tonight, including the kitchen sink and the Legendary Low keeps kicking out.

FJ: Hes the greatest of all time Herb, this snot nosed kid wont beat him. Low is just luring him in.

(If Low was playing possum it doesn't show, Evan charges and clotheslines Low who goes up and over to the outside.... Evan backs up looking side to side as Low gets up with the help of the barricade. Evan hits the ropes and then launches himself up and over the ropes with a flipping corkscrew plancha, he hits Low dead on, and sends Low into the barricade again. Evan lands well and jumps right back up he grabs Low smashing his face off the canvas, he then lines him up and then lands a hard knife edge chop, followed by another and another. The ref begins to count, however Evan rolls in and breaks the count. Evan reaches out to grab Low however intelligently grabs the front of Evan's rights and drops launching Evan into the steel ring post again shoulder first. Evan clutches his shoulder again as Low rolls into the ring again trying to recollect himself. Low takes to the corner.)

( The referee then begins to count Evan's girlfriend Sienna then races over to help Evan up. As she does this making sure he is alright, he is rising and rolls to the ring. After the incredibly high pace both men look exhausted, laid out in the centre of the ring, Evan lays there, as Low takes a knee and then raises himself up. Evan then pops up, and after all that has happened it seems as though we are at the beginning of the match again. Both men circle, before meeting each other in the middle of the ring and trading lefts and rights back and forth, again Low gets the advantage going Low and chopping Evan's knee out. Low looks to spin the same leg and go for a figure four however Evan kicks him off. Evan then nips up but meets Low's foot, doubled over again Low delivers a knee lift, this stands Evan up Low goes for a running lariat however ducks under and delivers a back drop. Low grabs his back in pain and slowly gets up Evan however hits the ropes again connecting with a running STO that leaves Low motionless in the centre of the ring. Evan doesn't go for a pin this time instead this time he goes up top. Raising his hands in his "V" the crowd erupts before Evan takes flight in a massively elevated five star frog splash, however Low counters by bringing up a foot and connecting with Evan's face. Evan rolls around grabbing his jaw.) Low again takes a moment to collect his breath. Evan courageously gets to a knee, however Low seems dialed in now, he waits for Evan to get up before spinning and stepping with a roaring elbow. Evan hits the ground hard in a heap. Low then mounts Evan and starts to deliver viscous elbows to Evan's head. Over and over again Low delivers the elbows. Evan desperately tries to cover up, he then desperately tries to kick Low off of him, however Low has none of it.

HS: Low has found his blood rush it would appear.

FJ: Low has busted Heir's forehead open... Low still continues to pound away, for a moment it looks like Heir is about to tap out, however Heir lifts his hand again, Low then switches to a series of closed fist punches, Evan looks completely out of it after the brutal onslaught by Low. However Low isn't finished he picks up who can barely stand. Low then hoists him up in a power bomb but Evan flings himself up and over. Low spins around and Evan out of desperation lifts Low up in a Death Valley Driver but then switches it into a piledriver!)

HS: The Sellout!

FJ: NO

HS: Pin him... Pin him Evan slowly goes for a pin, getting only an arm to cover Low... the count comes 1................2..............3/4, but Low lifts a shoulder. The crowd gasps, Evan shakes his head in disbelief. Low just lays there however. Evan starts to develop a desperate look on his face trying to find a way to take Low;s heavyweight title. He lifts Low up attempting a stunner, however Low grabs his arm and then sweeps his feet forward, falling forward Low grabs his jaw...)

FJ: The ALL TIME LOW!!! The ALL TIME LOW....

HS: They're very close to the ropes though Frank.

(Evan screams in pain and Low continues to reef back on Evan's chin and twist deeper and deeper. It looks as if Low is going to dislocate Evan's shoulder. Evan is still yelling at the top of his lungs while Low is twisting and pulling with everything he has. Evan bites down as the blood from eye brow, trickles down his face. )

FJ: Hes going to tap Herb, He's out of reach.

(Evan reaches out as far as he can. But can not reach the ropes. Low is screaming at Evan now...to give up, however in a last ditch effort with everything he has, he inches forward a little then lunges somehow to the ropes. Low however doesn't break the hold. He continues to rip and tear more violently he begins to shake back and forth as the Ref tries to break the hold. He then threatens disqualification on Low, who holds on for every last second. Heir lays on the canvas still clutching his shoulder. )

HS: Low has really been working over Heirs shoulder over tonight.

FJ: He is the perfect ring tactician Herb... Hell Herb he's just perfect.

(Low picks Evan Heir up before delivering a solid piledriver, he's not done yet however Low drags Heir up and throws him outside the ring. Low lifts him up again on the outside delivering a heavy knife edge Heir grabs his chest as it turns bright red. Low puts Evan into a hammerlock now and then drives him into the ring steps. Low rolls into the ring to break the count, however then rolls back out. Low starts barking to Heir as it seems as though he has taken control now. Heir tries to fight back with a series of fists to Lows midsection however Low seems unphased as the punches don't have much behind them. Low drives a knee into Evan face now, and then picks him up and rams him into the barricade.)

HS: Low is just as relentless as they come Frank. He sees an advantage and an opening and takes it

FJ: That's why he's the champion Herb.

(Again Low rolls in and out of the ring to break the count. This time as Evan gets up Low runs and delivers a big lariat, he cockily struts over to Evan. Low picks him up signaling that he is going to try and put Evan out of commission. He drives Evans head off the Spanish Announce table. Low tears a monitor out of its brackets, He swings at Evans head however Evan ducks just in time, the momentum takes Low forward, and Evan delivers another desperation move with a drop toe hold that plants Lows head into the table. Low grabs his forehead, but seems rather enraged. He charges and drives a knee to Evan's gut He then grabs the table and drags it front row and center about five feet from the ring apron. Low throws Evan back into the ring and then follows him in. Low then sets Evan up on the tope rope. He follows him up, Low steps up and then over the ropes he signals as if he is going to launch Evan from the turnbuckle through the table on the outside. The crowd looks on in anticipation... )

HS: He's going to try and end this kids career....

FJ: DO IT DO IT DO IT LOW!!!

HS: Good God...Frank

(Heir sensing the same thing we do throws several punches knocking low down to the apron. Low then climbs back up. Both men now standing at the top of the ring, trading punches. Both men are teetering ominously close to the table below. This time it is Low's punches that cause Evan to descend the ropes. Low grabs Evan by the head and delivers a tornado DDT into the ring. Low then slowly crawls over....himself going for the cover. He hooks a leg... 1........................2................................no! Evan just kicks out in time. Low now slaps the mat, in frustration. Low seems angered and stands Evan up and clotheslines him over the ropes. Evan grabs the ropes and keeps himself on the apron. Low smirks and spots the near by table, he plants Evan between his legs, and lets everyone know that he plans on delivering a piledriver from the apron through the table. Standing sideways on the outside of the apron, He hoists Heir up, however Heir locks his legs around Low's head, pulls himself up, and then breaks Lows grip landing on his feet. Evan then delivers a sitout facebuster on the apron. Evan rolls inside the ring, with what little he has left. We see him drag himself to the ropes, and then up the turnbuckle.)

HS: What is he planning Frank?

FJ: I have no idea.

(Low shakes his head trying to to clear the cobwebs, the pain on Evan's face is immense as he grips his shoulder. He perches on the top rope, taking a deep breath. He looks on almost tentatively, as Low gets to a knee. Evan now slowly stands up making his signature V sign again. He shakes his head looking around through the crowd, as Low stands up, Evan takes flight. Low doesn't even see him coming, as Evan leaps through the air, landing on Low's shoulder and twisting Evan flips backwards with a spectacular hurrancanrana piledriver, from the apron through the table!)

HS & FJ: OH MY GOD !!!!

(The table shatters sending splinters through the air as the thousands of flashbulbs go off. Evan Heir lands very awkwardly directly onto his injured shoulder, Low however went through the table head first and crumpled up, he lays completely motionless under a pile of splintered table and twisted steel.)

FJ: NO NO NO!!!! That son of a bitch Killed Low!!!!

HS: My god Frank, it looks like a tornado ripped through here.

(The referee starts the count as neither man moves. Both Maria and Sienna look on shocked... as the crowd has gone completely silent. EMT's are immediately on the scene they get to Heir first, trying to stop him from moving however he refuses the help,. 1.... 2..... 3....... 4.......... 5.....

(Heir is moving and Low is not moving at all.. The EMT's are attempting to clear the debris from Low's body. Lows twisted and lifeless body is completely entangled in the table. The referee continues to count now hitting 8. Heir is bloodied, with his right arm hanging uselessly to his side, seemingly out of socket completely. Heir reaches the apron and yells in pain as he drags himself up.) 9..........

(Heir rolls into the ring as the ref hits 10.... )

HS: Heir wins.... Heir wins....

FJ: Herb, he's down.... My god, Low is down... someone get help out here.

(The EMT's struggle to release Low from the wreckage, finally they do so isolating his neck, minimizing his movement. A stretcher comes down the ramp way, where Low is loaded on. We focus down and see Lows glassy eyes, Maria oddly walks up the ramp with Low;s world title in hand, as an exhausted and injured Evan Heir lays in the ring, with Sienna tending to him. Low disappears into the back with a crowd of medical personelle attending to him.)

HS: Low retains the World Title, but he seems to be seriously injured.

FJ: (Crying)

HS: Frank, what has happened now, the winner of that horrible chamber coming up, is supposed to take on Low in only a month, will Low be able to wrestle?

(COMMERCIAL BREAK.)

(We cut to the back and see Price preparing for the Hell Bowl Chamber coming up. He's smiling as he's stroking his glass covered glove.)

PRICE: "Glass and metal.. two things I love! Brian Williams, you already experienced this little toy once.. how would you like it again? Brian Williams, win, lose or draw, as long as you're standing or I'm standing THIS ISN'T OVER!"

(We cut to ringside to Frank and Herb.)

HS: "Ladies and gentlemen, it's now time for our Main Event."

FJ: "We aren't talking about the World Title match you saw."

(We see the Hell Bowl Chamber being lowered. We hear the crowd begin cheering.)

HS: "That's right. It's time for the Hell Bowl Chamber."

FJ: "Six superstars compete for a chance at the Legendary Low's World Heavyweight Title... Somewhat known as Agent 11 in some circles."

HS: "Maybe one circle of Jeff Christianson, a guy currently getting psycho therapy."

(Rockin the Free World by CSNY hits the PA and we see AC Smith walk down the aisle. The fans begin to cheer as he makes his way down to the Chamber. He walks rather fast and enters. He poses for a quick picture and enters his Cell.)

HS: "AC Smith looks a little disappointed that he's not starting off."

FJ: "That's true. But I'm a little disappointed as well."

HS: "Why's that?"

FJ: "Williams could start again... and I wanted him to break Smith in half."

HS: "You know that would give Brian Williams another shot at Low, right?"

FJ: "I never thought about it like that."

(The lights go out. As the ominous opening chords begin to build, after a long pause, Smoke billows from the entrance creating an ominous haze as we see the silhouette of the monster atop .the ramp. We now hear Orion by Metallica blare over the pa as Williams slowly strides towards the ring with the look of malice written upon his face. As Williams proceeds to the ring, towers infernos ignite all around him, he doesnt as much as flinch though, he continues towards the ring with a devoid and sickening expression upon his face and his cold and dead eyes screaming cruelty and suffering.)

FJ: "Here is the odds on favorite in most people's book. I called Jeff Christianson's agent he places bets with in Vegas and even he put his money on Williams tonight."

HS: "Christianson, or his agent?"

FJ: "Both. That's how confident they are and that's how confident Brian Williams is."

HS: "He has every right. He was one of the most active superstars this week. The AWA's resident Monster seems upset that he isn't starting off."

FJ: "He's all about the momentum."

(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.

HS: "Kid is a huge X-Factor in the match just as Christianson said."

FJ: "Speaking of Jeff, where is he? How did Jason Storm get such a good draw?"

HS: "You do realize that there is only one Chamber left and Jason Storm is now on the wiating list. And it's probably because of the Legendary Low and their business agreement."

FJ: "It could be. That's the guy he wants to wrestle."

(Jason allows Maria to walk to the ring ahead of him, rushing to the ring. However there is a huge Chamber surrounding it. We see Jason Storm now enter and get into a glass cell as Maria heads to the back.)

FJ: "I can't believe Maria is leaving!"

HS: "Do you see a place for here in this destructive environment?"

FJ: "On my lap?"

HS: "Frank, focus on the match."

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.

(Jason Storm now steps into his Chamber.)

HS: "Boy is this kid ready. I don't like the method's but he does get the job done."

FJ: "He's one heck of a bloody business man as well."

(Suddenly, the fans start to roar, and the cameras switch their focus to the ramp. They are just in time to see Evan Heir blitzing down the ring with a fire-axe in hand. Nothing about him looks anything less than demonic, and it doesn't take much in the way of guessing to come to the conclusion that he has bad intentions on his mind; nor does it take long to guess for who.)

HS: "My God, here comes EVAN HEIR!! It seems he's well enough to come down here for revenge on Storm!!!"

FJ: "Jason Storm's fallen flat on his rear, and I don't blame him; that psycho has a fire-axe!!!"

HS: "Maybe he should have thought of that before he laid a finger on Evan's sister!"

FJ: "Maybe she should have thought of that before she opened her mouth!!!"

(Jason does indeed look frightened, but that only makes Evan want to get at him more as he begins to swing the axe at the door!)

HS: "He's trying to hack his way through!!!"

FJ: "Somebody stop that nut!!!"

(Ringside security do indeed try to stop Evan, grabbing at him while staying out of the axe's reach. Storm's fear is gradually replaced with another look, one that has become all too familiar on his face; psychotic anger. He gets outside the ring and walks toward the door, motioning for Evan to come back.)

STORM: "Come on Evan, you mother-fucker!!! Come on, you want a piece of me? I'm right here, chump! All you have to do is get through chain. Come on Evan!!!"

(Evan, strength born of anger, tossed virtually every security guard off of him before storming the stairs again, this time trying to break the door down with his body! Bracing a foot next to the cage door, Jason grabs the cage and pulls with all his might!)

FJ: "Are they nuts?! They're BOTH trying to get that door open!!!"

HS: "These two men hate each other!! They've done nothing short of try to make each other's lives miserable since the first day they set foot into this building!"

FJ: "'Make each other's lives miserable'? Summers, we past that point a while ago; they're trying to KILL each other!!"

(Evan realizes that he and Storm are getting no where, so just before security can recover, Evan dives for the axe, springs up, and tosses it shaft first through the links...nailing Storm in the face!!)

HEIR: "I'll kill you, fucker!!! Do you hear me Jason?!!? I'm going to kill you and force-feed your dog to your corpse!!!"

(Security finally manages to pull Evan away, forcefully carrying him up the ramp. Jason rolls around the floor on the outside of the cage, clutching at his eye. He manages to roll to his stomach, glaring up the ramp with his good eye.)

HS: "Jason better spend less time worrying about retribution and more time worrying about the men inside the ring!"

FJ: "Wow, that's intense stuff! I hope Storm doesn't have to start this off!"

(The opening rift of "What's This Life For?" by Creed plays then fades into What Have you done Now by Within Temptation and Keith Caputo. The lights dim and red mist drips from the ceiling. The lights return to full lighting as Jayson Price steps through the curtain. Price quickly heads down to the ring. He walks quickly while playing with the key around his neck. He flashes a glare towards Brian Williams as he steps into the glass Chamber across from him.)

HS: "These two have unsettled business."

FJ: "I doubt with four other wrestlers, they will get a chance to settle their differences."

HS: "Price said a lot of meaningful stuff this week."

FJ: "But the question with Price is how will be respond?"

(Lift Me Up by Moby hits the PA. 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 walks into the Hell Bowl Chamber and takes the far corner shaking his head in a very frustrated fashion.)

FJ: "This isn't the plan. They were supposed to fight in the end, not the beginning."

HS: "Folks, this could be the slowest starter in AWA history for the Hell Bowl Chamber. These two may just stand here and wait for entrant number three."

(The lights go out. After about five seconds we see a big DW appear on the Ameri-tron. The fans also begin to boo on the sight of the big DW. Then, the masterful lyrics of "Kingdom Come" by Jay-Z 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 is making a b-line for the ring very upset yelling Fuck Gray along the way. He steps into the Chamber and looks across the ring at his ally, Mark Cross.)

FJ: "This is obviously the worst possible scenario for the two."

HS: "I would have to agree."

(We hear the bell ring and they stare at each other wondering what to do.)

HS: "We are at a stalemate."

FJ: "Jeff Christianson is yelling something about practicing."

(We see both men meet in the middle of the ring and they shake hands. The match starts and they lock up. We see Mark Cross take Jeff Christianson over with a headlock takeover. They get back up and Cross dropkicks Christianson. We see Christianson head back towards Cross who attempts a Roundhouse kick. Christianson steps to the side of this. As Cross turns back around we see him throw a palm thrust that sends Jeff Christianson down to the mat. Jeff signals for a time out and crawls towards the ropes.)

HS: "It looks like the practice session is going good for Mark Cross."

FJ: "It is practice. Jeff is going to let Cross hit him."

HS: "He dodged the Roundhouse Kick."

FJ: "He didn't want to get knocked out. There are certain moves on the banned list."

(Christianson gets up and Cross meets him. We see Cross begin hitting him in the corner with the final one chop sending Christianson down to a seated position. Cross quickly grabs Christianson and throws him out of the ring. We see Cross glare towards the Chambers of Jason Storm and AC Smith as he now stands in the middle of the ring inviting both of them to the center of the ring. Suddenly Christianson springboards in with a quick RVD top rope kick and Cross hits the ground. We see Cross up, only to be clotheslined down. Cross stands again and he meets a high knee that sends him through the ropes. Christianson walks over to the ropes, grabs the top rope and propels himself over to hit a big splash on Mark Cross!)

FJ: "Jeff Christianson is delivering the pain back!"

HS: "Why isn't he doing anything from the ban list?"

FJ: "He could be. I lost the practice list in the hotel lobby."

HS: "You have to be dumb... wait, he GAVE YOU A LIST?"

FJ: "YEP!"

(We see Cross yell something to Christianson about not doing moves on the steel. Christianson says he didn't mean to. As Cross stands and tries to get into the ring, we see Jeff Christianson quickly low blow Mark Cross. Jeff Christianson now grabs Mark Cross's knee and lifts it up. He slams it off of the unforgiving steel many times. We now see Christianson begin to drop elbows and kick the ankle of Mark Cross who barely seems to have any feeling left in his left leg.)

HS: "Was this part of the plan?"

FJ: "It was part of the master plan. This is how you get rid of those who take so long to ally with you."

HS: "Are you freakin serious?"

FJ: "Yeah... Friendship from Christianson shouldn't be taken lightly. He wants to rip a new one in Cross for actually waiting for the pay per view. This couldn't have worked out any better for him."

(We see Jeff Christianson now pick Mark Cross up for what we think is a Shin Breaker. However, he runs towards a glass chamber and slams Mark Cross's shin off of one of the steel bars holding the glass. He then picks Cross up and drops his shin on the unforgiving steel on the ground. We see a couple more kicks to the knee before he drags him over to the steel chain links that keep these guys confined. We see Christianson put Cross's foot in one. Christianson now climbs up, a little ways directly above the foot. We see Christianson propel himself off landing on Cross's knee. Cross looks immensely in pain as Christianson once again climbs to the top of the Chamber and does it four more times. We see Cross begin holding back some tears. Christianson now picks Cross up and lands a shin breaker, but he doesn't release the hold. Instead he rams Cross's foot into another steel bar, this time of Jayson Storm's Chamber and then he tosses Cross in the ring. We see Christianson climb to the top rope and nail the High Death. Instead of going for the cover, Christianson goes for his grapevine ankelock. He successfully applies it. We see Cross screaming in pain trying to hold on.)

HS: "This goes beyond sane. He is blatantly trying to injure someone."

FJ: "And?"

HS: "AND! YOU SAY AND! THIS ISN'T HOW YOU WIN!"

FJ: "Actually it is."

HS: "YOU ARE WORTHLESS!"

(As Cross tries anything he can muster, the lights go out. We see numbers on the AWA-tron. 10. 9. 8. 7. 6. 5. 4. 3. We now see Mark Cross tapping out. 2. We see a couple of trainers rush in to help Mark Cross but Jeff Christianson refuses to let go of the hold 1. We here a loud pop coming from Mark Cross and see an arrogant smirk from Jeff Christianson. 0. The spotlight stops on Jason Storm. We see a sign of relief of Jayson Storm's face as he enters the ring. We see Christianson is already on his feet as the lights come on. They finally heave Cross through the middle ropes and out of the ring.)

HS: "Jason Storm has a lot of incentive to win this match."

FJ: "And a rather nice meeting with the Legendary Low."

HS: "This is the first time these two have been in a type of one on one confrontation setting."

FJ: "They are both about to explode. Two of the top techincal wrestlers in the company."

(As if on a cue, they lock up. We see Storm force Christianson into a headlock. We see Jeff Christianson quickly drop down and pull Storm's legs out from under him. Christianson floats over Storm's back and applies a Front facelock. We see Storm fight his way to his knees and then grabs one of Christianson's arms and spins around applying a version of the hammerlock. We see Christianson now roll forward and then backwards to his knees. Both men stand and Storm no long has any type of wrench on Christianson's arm. The crowd begins to clap at the wrestling display in what is usually such a barbaric match. Christianson quickly applies a standing arm bar. We see Jason Storm quickly move backwards and forwards and he applies his own armbar.)

HS: "I have never saw such a wrestling display in a structure like this."

FJ: "And? These two are the best at what they do."

(Storm forces Jeff down to a seated position. We see Christianson somehow snapmare Storm over. Christianson quickly applies a chinlock. Storm begins to battle out of it. He applies three straight elbows and then grabs Christianson for a headlock takeover. We see Storm holding on as Christianson desperately tries to bring his legs up to get out of it. Instead, Christianson pulls Storm over and tries to pin Storm but he kicks out at two three straight times. Finally Christianson begins to pull the long bangs of Jason Storm back enough where he can apply a head scissors.)

FJ: "Storm looks to be having trouble getting air in there."

HS: "Christianson does have strong legs. He squats in excess of around 550 lbs."

FJ: "How did you know that? That's on my fact sheet."

HS: "Just a guess really... and I can see your sheet."

(Jason Storm now rolls over and somehow breaks Christianson's hold and applies a variation of the brock lock, however we see Christianson quickly pulling him towards the ropes. Christianson pulls his leg away from Storm using the ropes leverage before Storm can do permanent damage. They both get up and Christianson charges and hits a clothesline. Christianson charges again and Storm catches him with an arm drag, however Christianson holds on and tosses Storm at the last possible second. This time, Storm charges and does exactly what Christianson did. We see Christianson respond with a dropkick that knocks Storm back. Storm now rises to his feet and charges and nails a clothesline. As Christianson reaches his feet, we see Storm nail a huge dropkick that sends Christianson down. We see Christianson on his knees walking to a netural corner. He looks up and sees Brian Williams looking down upon him.)

HS: "These two are still wrestling in there. At some point they are going to have to start fighting. I think that's how you win."

FJ: "Jeff Christianson clearly may have broken a man's leg and you said it was unethical in a bunch more words."

HS: "That is."

FJ: "And? If there is a fight, it could lead to that."

(Christianson stands on his feet and he meets Storm in the middle of the ring. Both men glare. Christianson throws a left and connects. Storm responds with a left. they trade about five more punches before Storm gains the advantage. After nailing three straight snap jabs with the left, Storm spins around and nails a discus clothesline. He pulls Christianson up and Christianson tries to throw a quick punch but Storm ducks right under. Storm now grabs him and nails a Future Is Now Side Effect. Storm goes for a cover but only grabs a two count. We see Storm pick Christianson up and nail a swinging neckbreaker. We see Christianson try to roll outside the ring but he looks at the steel and pulls himself up by the ropes. Christianson turns around right into a high knee.)

FJ: "I can't believe that!"

HS: "What? It turned into a fight?"

FJ: "No... Really a small fight at that."

HS: "What can't you believe?"

FJ: "That was a very Christianson like high knee."

(We see Christianson spring board over the ropes and Charge Storm. Storm throws out a clothesline but Christianson ducks under and jumps off the ground and springboards off the top rope. As Storm turns around he's met with a leg lariat. Storm reaches his feet and throws a punch but Christianson ducks under and nails a version of the neckbreaker. Christianson now hits the ropes and nails a running knee to the face of Storm. Christianson now stands in the middle of the ring as the lights go out. 10. 9. 8. 7. 6. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1. 0. We see the spotlight now begin to shine on AC Smith. We see AC Smith relucantly step out of his Chamber. Suddenly we see Christianson hit the ground with Jason Storm rolling him up. One... Two... Three... CHRISTIANSON'S ELIMINATED is what we hear over the loud speaker. Storm and AC Smith look in disbelief as Jeff Christianson stands up and begins to yell at his psychiatrist that's in the crowd. He yells Ok, I lost... How does this help. He then turns and claps his hands and points to Storm mouthing something to the effect of you better win this.)

FJ: "We've Hit the Final Four BABY!"

HS: "Even though we haven't had four in the ring yet."

FJ: "It's tourny time baby!"

HS: "Frank are you ok?"

FJ: "We had a huge upset with Christianson getting upset! Storm is definitely becoming a PTP'er in this tourny BABY! HE's a REAL DIAPER DANDY!"

(Storm and AC Smith now meet in the middle of the ring. They lockup. We see AC Smith just toss Storm into the corner and follow with a small splash. Storm walks sluggishly out of the corner and Smith just picks him up and powerslams him. Smith now begins to drive his elbow through the forehead of Jason Storm, just grinding it. Smith picks Storm up and just tosses him over the top rope out onto the steel.)

HS: "AC Smith wants to win. He's looking to dominate Storm from the very beginning."

FJ: "I'm sure he'd love to continue the trend of eliminating someone before the next man enters."

(AC Smith now steps over the top rope and knees Jason Storm. He grabs Storm's head and begins slamming it off of the glass hoping to break it on his empty chamber. AC now tosses Storm head first onto the concrete and goes for a cover. One... Two... Storm kicks out. AC Smith pulls Storm up, but Storm this time goes for a kick swift kick to the nuts. Storm quick nails a low blow with his arm now, and then grabs AC Smith's head and slams it into the glass. Storm then does a roll the dice, but he's he quickly grabs his head which was slammed off the glass.)

HS: "Both men are now taking it to each other."

FJ: "That's the only way they'll have it. Both of these men desperately want to win and get over the hump in the AWA."

(Both men slowly get up. We see Jason Storm throw a punch and begin to throw a few more. Finally AC Smith responds with a huge uppercut that flips Storm over the top rope and back into the ring. We see AC slowly make his way into the ring. Storm is about up as AC raises a big boot to send him back down. AC quickly goes for a cover. One... Two...)

FJ: "And what a kickout!"

HS: "This could go on forever."

(AC Smith picks Storm up, but this time Storm puts him in a small package. One... Two... and AC Smith kicks out. As he does, he quickly reaches his feet. We then see Storm dropkick the knee of AC Smith not once, but three times, sending AC to the mat. Storm then hits the ropes and nails a dropkick to the head of AC Smith. He applies a variation of the Figure four leglock to AC Smith.)

HS: "Jason Storm is starting to weaken AC Smith down to his size."

FJ: "That's a good strategy to get rid of the Big Apple Ass kisser."

(We see them battle back and forth... back and forth and finally AC Smith turns the figure four around. This quckly prompts Jason Storm to break the hold. We see both men pull themselves up by ropes on opposite sides. Jason Storm quickly charges AC Smith who is turning around and clotheslines him over onto the steel. Storm's momentum also carries him over landing on his shoulders. We see Storm crawl over for a cover. One... Two... and a kickout for AC Smith. The arena darkens.)

FJ: "These two are fighting it out."

HS: "I don't think we've saw the last wind of AC Smith.

(10. 9. 8. 7. 6. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1. 0. The next entrant in the match is Jayson Price. We see the door to his glass cell open. The action has already spewed to his side of the ring much to his delight. On the other side in the last chamber currently filled, we can hear Brian Williams slamming his hand off of the glass now that Price has entered the match.)

FJ: "It's the first time we've actually had three people in the ring together."

HS: "This is where things can get interesting with the numbers game adding up."

(Jayson Price quickly picks up Storm and throws him into a glass chamber. Storm bounces off and walks back towards Price who just throws a hard punch to send him down. Price lands a boot on AC Smith's head. Three actually. Jayson picks the legs of Jason Storm up and then slingshots him into the chain links of the cage. AC Smith stands up and Jayson Price drives a knee to his head. Jayson goes for the cover. One... Two.. AC Smith kicks out. Jayson Price now crawls over to Jason Storm who is pulling himself up by the chain links and spins him around. We see Jayson Price drag Storm back to the center of the steel air and put him in what looks to be a bearhug.)

HS: "He isn't going to do what I think he is? Is he?"

FJ: "I LIKE IT! AND HE IS!"

(We now see Jayson Price Belly-to-Belly Suplex Jason Storm through one of the glass Chambers. Jayson Price walks over to Storm and tries to pull his body out, but in the process we see AC Smith lift Jayson Price up onto his shoulders AC Smith now drops back nailing an electric chair drop.We see AC slowly sit up and Price grab his back as he crawls over to the ropes. We see AC Smith charge and nail a huge clothesline knocking Price into the ring. AC Smith drops to his knees.)

FJ: "NO! NO! NO!"

HS: "WHAT A BATTLE!"

(AC Smith punches Jayson Price through the ropes with a huge uppercut to the ribs. AC now suplex's him back out onto the steel. AC goes for a cover but Price kicks out. We see AC Smith now pick Price up and lob him into the ring. AC Smith then looks over into the broken chamber where Jason Storm looks motionless. He walks over and carefully moves the glass off of Storm and then drags Storm to the middle of the steel.)

FJ: "That has to be the smartest thing he's done in his career."

HS: "I doubt it's the smartest thing he's done. He just had to make sure the glass was off."

FJ: "I was talking about pulling Storm out and maybe going for a cover. Who cares about the glass if you can eliminate your opponent and go on to Main Event Vortex and win the World Heavyweight Title?"

HS: "Good point."

(AC Smith drops onto Jason Storm and goes for the cover. One... Two... and Jayson Price springboards in nailing an elbow on AC Smith. Misery picks Smith up and lobs him into the ring. He now goes for a cover on Jayson Storm. One... two... and we see Jason Storm kick out. Jayson Price now walks over to the ropes as AC Smith is about up and springboards in nailing a flying cross body. Price holds on for a pin. One... Two... and what a kickout. Misery now applies a chinlock to AC Smith's already injured head.)

HS: "Jayson Price has looked pretty good so far. He has worked his butt off."

FJ: "Yeah but he also found to enemies who were injured previously."

(We now see Jason Storm crawl into the ring. Price drops AC Smith's neck and charges Storm who just simply ducks and pulls down the top rope. and Jayson Price falls over the top onto the unforgiving steel. We see AC Smith look at Storm and points to Price. Storm nods. We see Storm springboard over and nail a huge cross body. AC Smith quickly follow's and gets out of the ring. We see AC Smith pick Jayson Price up and Toss him through another glass Chamber. We see Jason Storm now roll AC Smith up. One... Two.. and we see AC Smith kickout.)

HS: "Another short lived alliance."

FJ: "It was needed to slow down Jayson Price but I think they forgot about something..."

( The lights dim. 10. 9. 8. 7. 6. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1. 0. The final entrant is revealed as Brian Williams. Brian Williams begins making a b-line for the action on the other side of the ring. He steps over one set of ropes and power walks towards the action and he looks upset. However all three opponents are still down.)

HS: "Uh oh!"

FJ: "The monster is unleashed! And that's the something I just talked about!"

(We see Jason Storm as the first opponent Brian Williams reaches. Williams picks Storm up choking him with both hands. He hangs him in the air and we see a huge low blow by AC Smith and Storm's body flies down. We see Storm nail a low blow and AC Smith tilts the top rope back and Storm pushes Brian Williams over. Jayson Price now walks out of the chamber with the backside of his body a bloody mess. He climbs up on the top rope and goes for another flying cross body but Brian Williams catches him. We see Jason Storm Now springboard into the ring with a Crossbody and Williams somehow catches him. This prompts AC Smith to hit the top rope and fly off nailing a huge Flying Crossbody with all three men laying on him. One... Two... and Williams tosses all three men off of him.)

HS: "Everyone has ganged up on Brian Williams."

FJ: "Wouldn't you?"

(We see Williams is the first to his feet. AC Smith is the second and he's met with a huge uppercut that sends him down. Jason Storm stands up and he's met with that same uppercut. Jayson Price now stands and he's hit with an uppercut as well. AC Smith stands and he's met with a clothesline. Then Price stands up and he gets a clothesline. Jason stands and he's met with a clothesline. AC Smith is now jerked up and Irish whiped. He bounces right into a big boot. We see Jayson Price now charge and he's met with a big boot. Jason Storm stands and Brian Williams nails a running boot.)

FJ: "Brian Williams doesn't seem phased by that attack."

HS: "This monster has just ran through the last three opponents he has to crush to win this match."

(Williams now covers Storm. One... Two... Kickout. He crawls over to Jayson Price. One... Two... Kickout. He crawls over to AC Smith who is sitting up and throws a punch at him. We see Williams smile and he lobs a punch of his own. He then covers AC Smith but only grabs a two count. We see Williams clearly frustrated as he picks up Smith and drags him over to the side where all the fighting took place. He tosses Smith out there and then steps over the top rope.)

FJ: "Brian Williams has singled out his first target."

HS: "This could be bad for AC Smith."

(Meanwhile, we see Jason Storm and Jayson Price pulling themselves up by the ropes. They lock up. Storm throws three knees and then hits a neckbreaker. Brian Williams picks AC Smith up and begins ramming his back into one of the glass cells from a bearhug position. Jason Storm now pulls Jayson Price up. Price however pulls Storm's legs out from under him and then bridges for a pin. One... Two... And Storm now grabs Price's waste and bridges up then spins around and goes for a backslide. One... Two... and Price kicks out. We see Storm sitting in frustration as Jayson Price drop kicks Storm in the face. Price now goes for a cover, one... two... thr and a kickout by Storm.)

HS: "The action has spread out for the first time."

FJ: "The final four isn't breaking apart that easy in terms of eliminations. The first two went fast, but everyone else is lasting!"

(Jayson Price is now behind Brian Williams and he nails punch to the back of his head. He does this a few more times and Williams drops AC who is now gasping for air. As Williams turns around, we see Price jump off the top rope with a double axe handle. Price now lands a couple of dropkicks to the knee of Williams. AC Smith begins to club the back of Williams. Williams throws a back elbow and knocks Smith back into the chain link cage. Then he pushes down Jayson Price. Jason Storm now jumps off the top rope and nails a huge spin wheel kick to the head of Brian Williams which sends him head first into the steel.)

FJ: "The gang fight is starting to topple Brian Williams."

HS: "Things are taking a turn for the worst, but Williams just keeps coming!"

(We see Williams shove Storm back into the open chamber glass chamber. AC Smith crawls around him as Williams tosses Jayson Price through the chamber he had been slamming AC Smith's back against. Williams turns to find AC Smith and TWHACK! Smith breaks a huge pain of glass over Brian Williams head. We see AC Smith and Brian Williams both hit their knees. AC Smith begins to throw punches at Williams face.)

HS: "AC SMITH JUST TURNED THE TIDE!"

FJ: "Things do not look good for Brian Williams."

(Jason Storm is back on his feet. He crawls into the ring. AC Smith finally knocks Brian Williams down. He goes for a cover but only grabs a two count. AC Smith now grabs Jayson Price who is sitting there. AC Smith picks up Jayson Price and nails the Big Apple Slam. Brian Williams is now back to his feet and AC quickly clotheslines him and begins pounding away. We see Jason Storm now slip out of the ring and go for the Pin. One... Two... Three...)

FJ: "I can't believe that Price is eliminated!"

HS: "He was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

(We now see Jason Storm walk over and begin to stomp on Brian Williams as AC Smith continues pounding away. After two or three minutes, we see Jason Storm nail a buzz saw kick and knocks AC Smith off of Williams. Storm goes for the cover. One... Two... We see Brian Williams push Storm off so he can stand up. He now tosses Storm into the ring and begins to kick the head of AC Smith.)

FJ: "I think AC Smith pissed off the wrong guy."

HS: "Frank!"

FJ: "I can say pissed on television... and anything on pay per view!"

(Storm now stands up and he's met with a lariat that sends him straight into the ring. Williams turns around and picks Smith up. Smith makes his last stand with three straight punches. We see Williams slip in an eye poke. As Williams turns around, Storm jumps over the top rope and splashes him into the steel chains. We see Storm now nail a run up enziguri on Smith and both of his opponents are down. He goes for the cover on Smith. One... Two... and he kicks out. We see him crawl over to Williams and he goes for the cover. One... Two... Thr. and Williams kicks out.)

FJ: "Jason Storm is doing his damnedest to win this match!"

HS: "He is the smallest guy in there with two giants who are very successful."

FJ: "Storm is no slouch in that area. After all, he did cut a deal with Low."

(Jason Storm now pulls AC Smith on top of Brian Williams and steps into the ring. One... Two... and Williams kicks out. We see Williams grab the throat of AC Smith and begin choking him as they set up. We see Smith throw a couple of punches to the face of Williams to break the hold. Storm continues to rest into the ring. Smith now sends a boot to the face of Williams and the Smith clotheslines him over the top rope. Jason Storm now runs into a dropkick into the face of Brian Williams.)

HS: "Williams is in a world of hurt."

FJ: "Don't count him out yet."

(We see Storm now grab AC Smith's head and pull it down across the top rope. AC flies back and then falls forward. We see Jason Storm go on the offensive and get out of the ring and toss AC back into the ring. Instead of going in, he allows Brian Williams to get to his feet. We see Brian Williams walk over to AC Smith and slap him in the head. He then grabs AC Smith and attempts a powerbomb, however AC counters out and nails a back drop. We see Jason Storm jump off the top rope looking and jumps off looking for a double axe handle but AC Smith catches him. and applies a bearhug.)

FJ: "Storm could have finally bitten the dust."

HS: "I don't know. This kid has fought through so far. And will Williams allow it? Brian wants to prove he's his old dominate self again."

(Finally Jason Storm rakes the eyes of AC Smith enough so he he let's go. We see more blood running from AC Smith. Jason Storm spits a little bit of blood up. AC Smith backs up and suddenly Brian Williams jerks his neck back and then spins around driving his elbow into the face, connecting with the Morbid Reality. Brian Williams then stands up and nails a running boot that sends Jason Storm over the top rope. Brian Williams goes for the cover on AC Smith. One... Two... Three...)

HS: "We are down to the final two opponents."

FJ: "Brian Williams looks like he could win. I wonder how much Jason Storm still has left in the tank?"

HS: "We'll see."

(Jason Storm has finally reached his feet. Williams walks outside the ring and is met with three punches by Jason Storm. We see Williams just push him into the cell. After that, we see Storm rebound off the chain links and Williams tosses him back into the ring. Williams gets into the ring and then nails a running knee to the sitting Storm. Williams goes for the cover! One... Two... Thr.)

HS: "Williams gives it to Storm and Storm still kicks out!"

FJ: "It could be over in a hurry if Storm doesn't rebound!"

(We see Williams pick Storm up, but Storm drops down to his knees and connects with a double axe handle of a low blow. Storm then hits the ropes and drop kicks the knee that was previously worked out from under him. We see Price begin to stomp the knee, but Williams takes his other leg and then kicks Storm's legs out from under him. Both men are down and slowly getting back to their feet.)

FJ: "Storm is Battling back... but how?"

HS: "I don't know but he's doing things he never thought he'd do to try and prove he is the best the AWA has to offer.

(We see Storm now throw three punches and nail a discuss clothesline but Williams doesn't go down. Storm then nails a huge shoulder block that rocks Williams back. Then Williams bounces off the ropes into the arms of Storm. He nails a huge belly-to-belly on Williams. We see Storm crawl across him for a cover. One... two... and Williams barely gets a shoulder up. We see Storm slowly pull Williams up.)

HS: "Storm is now in firm control."

FJ: "I can't believe this huge 180!"

(Williams now picks Storm up and rams his back into the turnbuckle. We see Williams nail some Lesnar like Shoulder blocks to Jason Storm. We see Williams go for a 10th and final shoulder block but Storm pulls himself up and out of the way of a shoulder block and Williams shoulder hits the Steel ring post. We see Storm float down and go for a pin... One... Two... and a kickout. Both men with their final burst get to their feet and begin to trade punches.

HS: "Williams is now battling back!"

FJ: "WHO IS GONNA WIN THIS THING?!"

(Finally Williams lands control. He Irish whips Storm to the corner and Storm runs up the corner Williams charges in and Storm does a back flip. Williams backs out of the corner and turns around and he's met with a set of three stiff kicks. We now Williams drop to his knees. We see Jason Storm nail Your Destiny. Storm falls down and crawls for the cover. One... Two... and Williams somehow kicks out! Jason Storm looks upset and he covers Williams again but again Williams kicks out at the count of two. He does this three or four times before Williams just tosses him off. Storm goes to pick Williams up and on the way up, Williams nails a huge knee. We see Storm double over. Williams picks Storm up and runs forward tossing him in a powerbomb like manner onto the unforgiving steel. We see Williams hit the ground resting. He is smiling through the blood on his face. After a minute or so of resting, he finally gets out of the ring and collapses across the body of Jason Storm. One... Two... Thre.)

FJ: "WILLIAMS DID IT!"

HS: "WAIT! STORM'S SHOULDER IS UP!"

(Williams looks on in disbelief. We picks Storm up and tosses him into the ring. Williams steps over top of the ropes. We see Storm crawling away. Williams picks up Storm and begins shouting in his face. The defiant Storm then slaps the face of Brian Williams. We see Storm leaning back against the ropes as Williams turns around laughing at the last chance for Storm. Storm then lunges forward nailing a Jeff Christianson like clip to the back of the knee. We see Jason Storm up on his hands and knees but suddenly we see Brian Williams grab the arm of Jason Storm and apply the triangle choke. We see the life now being sucked out of Jason Storm as Storm tries to get on his feet and somehow break this hold. Storm lunges forward and presses Williams shoulders to the mat. One... Two... Three... Williams let's go of the hold in disbelief!)

HS: "Ladies and Gentlemen some how... some way, Jason Storm has just won this thing."

FJ: "He sure doesn't look like the winner. Nor does Brian Williams who gave his best effort to win this thing and get another shot at Low."

HS: "Williams does look upset at this outcome. He just lost to Jason Storm after his opponent was put unconcious by a triangle choke."

(We see Williams sitting there. complaining that his opponent is out but to no avail. Brian Williams reaches his feet and punches the referee out cold. We see Jason Storm out cold with a very upset Brian Williams in the middle of the ring.)

FJ: "What is going to transpire from all of this? We've even lost a referee!"

HS: "I don't know but, for Frank Jackson, I'm Herb Summers and we'll see you next Sunday on Shock... and hopefully our winner will look like the winner he is next week."

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