(We cut to the arena and the pyro shoots off from the ring and the stage. The cameras then cut to ringside where we sit with Herb and Frank.)

HS: "Welcome everyone to Bobcats Arena in Charlotte, North Carolina. I'm Herb Summers and sitting next to me is-"

FJ: "FRANK! WOOO! BY GOD JACKSON! Tonight! We. Have. A. Great. Show. For. You! WWOOOO!"

HS: "Thanks Frank. We do have a great show for you tonight."

FJ: "WOO!"

HS: "All right, Nature Boy. Calm down."

FJ: "NEVER! I'LL NEVER CALM DOWN! WOO!"

HS: "In tag team action tonight, we'll see Jeff Christianson team up with Joe Cool to take on Marcus Thompson and Rawstarr."

FJ: "This was a match booked by Travis Gray and Low right after Vortex. This one should be good."

HS: "Another match done by them was the iron maiden match with Quade deSade taking on his nemesis Draven Shadows."

FJ: "To quote a good movie, 'There Will Be Blood'! WWOOOOO!"

HS: "And the third match booked by Gray and Low is the A.C. Smith versus Brian Williams match. Two behemoths that know how to fight and know when to fight. Look for this one to be one hell of a hard-hitting match."

FJ: "WOO! Three wishes! Evan Heir and his brother Tyler Harrison take on Tracy and Richard Walters. If Heir wins, he gets three wishes granted to him by the Front Office. WOO!"

HS: "And speaking of our Front Office, one half of them, the 11-time World Heavyweight Champion, The Legendary Low, will take on the No Limits Champion, Onslaught, in a non-title, no-disqualification match tonight."

FJ: "WOO! That will be the GREATEST match tonight!"

HS: "And the main event will show Jason Storm putting his World Heavyweight Championship on the line against Logan Alexander."

FJ: "That will be a sweet match as well. WOO! WOO! WOOOOO!"

(A camera catches up with two men just as they sharply turn a corner. Nether man is running but the pace the set is brisk and with purpose and the camera jogs trying to keep them in frame like a bad Law and Order scene. Door after door the pair simply bursts through anything that is in their way, there is the occasional grunt from the camera man as he is struck by an errantly swinging door or person coming out of a side corridor or from an office or other exit.)

(Very soon though the two men walk into a scene where the AWA has set up it broadcasting equipment; lights, cameras and action are all present as the members of the NPD, Draven Shadows and Prince Rawstarr go through their skit holding up a pair of NPD t-shirts to the camera s and smiling like hyenas on laxatives.)

(Suddenly the two men burst into a charge. One of them leaps over a cable ganger and catches the boom mic and pulls it down hard on Rawstarr who is knocked down to a knee. The other dives in taking the taller Draven in the midsection with a spear-like tackle that takes both men into the painted back drop that has NPD painted over the AWA brand logo and bursting through it.)

(Suddenly Jeff Christianson appears in frame. The cameraman tries to pan with his movements only suddenly be knocked away by Draven Shadows giving chase. The camera lands on the floor and all that is visible is feet.)

(Rawstarr surge to his feet but his attacker grabs him by the hair, turns and twists him into the camera operator on the NPD set and stalks after him. Draven struggles free from the wreckage of the NPD set and looks for his assailant and soon finds him coming to his feet. Draven hammers down a ham-fisted Forearm on his attacker but it's blocked and countered by a stiff jab to hi face. Draven is driven back by one jab after another, after another. Rawstarr is pulled clear of the camera operator by the other attacker who tears the lighting cable free of the tape on the floor and wraps it around his neck two, three times. Rawstarr is able to get a hand in there to stop real damage but the his attacker twists the cable tight and jerks him from his knees as Draven is yanked around in an hammerlock to face him and the two finally see their attackers, and the cameras are also able to finally frame a steady shot of Quade deSade and Jeff Christianson attacking NPD.)

(Jeff and Quade drop their victims where they are and walk away without a word stopping only for a moment to look back at Rawstarr being helped up by Draven Shadows and then walking through the fire door and out of shot.)

(Suddenly Jeff Christianson appears in frame. The cameraman tries to pan with his movements only suddenly be knocked away by Draven Shadows giving chase. The camera lands on the floor and all that is visible is feet.)

(Mark Keller appears on the set, grabs the camera man and chases after Quade and Jeff. running after them he tries to slow them down for an interview but he is denied as Rawstarr and Draven burst through the doors right after him scattering both interviewer and cameraman to wind. The crew from the NPD set quickly catch up and stop to record the mess as Keller nurses a bruise to his forehead and the cameraman tries to heave the device back to his shoulder in an effort to film from a prone position. Draven has driven through Quade and into Jeff Christianson and is battling away with The Dark Warrior taking him through a second set of doors and out of sight. Quade and Rawstarr have locked up and take turns in smashing each other off of the all of the corridor. Keller recovers and starts directing traffic. He tells the NPD set crew to stay with deSade and Rawstarr and he takes the roaming cameraman with him and chases after Draven and Jeff Christianson.)

FJ: "Mark Keller ladies and gentlemen, the AWA's resident Johnny-On-The-Spot heh heh heh!"

HS: "You notice he couldn't get away from deSade quick enough though didn't you, Keller didn't arbitrarily choose to after Jeff Christianson he's running away from Quade deSade."

FJ: "I would too if deSade had dumped my in the mud of the Mississippi river then kissed my in public ..... you think Quade gave Keller tongue!?"

(We switch to the outside of the building, where Jason Storm has just arrived, wheeling Maria in a wheel chair and the Walters flanking him on the right and the left.)

FJ: "Poor Maria; being threatened by that animal Logan!"

HS: "Logan's actions were indeed disappointing, and Maria suffered some amount of trauma this weekend which almost cost her both children. We're thankful to report that all three are healthy, and are grateful for your inquiries."

FJ: "Oh yeah, let Logan off easy, why don't you?"

HS: "I said his actions were disappointing, what more do you want from me?"

FJ: "Rage! Indignation! For you to swear while broadcasting and refuse to call a match!"

HS: "You mean like I show with Storm when he does his similar actions, which are equally disgusting and far more numerous?"

FJ: "Don't try to change the subject!"

HS: "I have word that Quade deSade and Prince Rawstarr have been found and that they are both still fighting."

(Images up on the Ameritron show two men locked together exchanging blows, uppercuts, headbutts, chops, knees. They wrestle back and forth forcing each other into one wall after another. Bystanders are jostled and violently thrown aside from the brutality being displayed by the two rivals.)

FJ: "I don't know Herb I'm beginning to wonder if these two have something for each other. These two just can't keep their hands off of each other. In fact I'm surprised that Draven ain't showing a vicious jealous streak after all those two have meant to each other!?"

HS: "You are of course referring to Draven and Quade deSade's short alliance as the Unholy Heroes and no Shadows faces deSade in a repeat of the match that deSade retired him in nearly two years ago."

FJ: "Draven only has himself to blame, he abandoned Quade and The Fiery Cross found solace in the arm of 'Her' The Iron Maiden!"

(Rawstarr manages to break from Quade and strikes with a knee to Quade's stomach but Quade's momentum carries him into Rawstarr and lessens to the blow, Rawstarr and deSade roll along the wall wit Rawstarr pinning Quade and again tries to hit home with series of rising knees into Quade's kidneys and thighs, Quade blocks most of them then hits Rawstarr with a sudden Headbutt. Rawstarr release and Quade whips into the wall next to the door that Draven and Jeff disappeared through. Quade charges in with an Elbow but Rawstarr duck and dodges out of the way. Quade yells out in pain as he strikes brick and turns nursing the elbow while looking for Rawstarr.)

HS: "Rawstarr managing to force Quade off of him, but where is security. Where are Draven and Jeff Christianson. Where is Mark Keller. What the Hell is happening to Springs and Breaks!?!?"

(Quade moves in again, Raw grabs Quade by the bad arm, twists it in to wristlock and whips Quade face first into the opposite wall. Raw keeps the hold and tries to hammerlock Quade's arm, deSade fights it and turns. Raw's crushes in jamming his free elbow up under Quade's chin and starts pushing up. Quade grunts, gags and spits into Rawstarr' eyes. Rawstarr is shocked into releasing Quade as he tries to wipe his face clean of Quade deSade's mucus.)

HS: (gags, gargles, ... wet nauseating noises.)

FJ: "Keep it in Herb, I only have these pizza napkins and they ain't cleaning up the kind of chunks you can blow man!"

(Rawstarr staggers down the hallway as Quade stalks him. The camera catches up with Rawstarr coming level with him at a junction where a few of the venues employees are interrupted by Rawstarr's plight. Down the hallway Quade has picked up a steel chair from amongst a pile of portable office furniture and is moving closer. Rawstarr gags, holding the corner of the wall where the small group has fallen silent as they become spectators to his distress. One Good Samaritan among them moves to see if Rawstarr needs help only to be grabbed and pulled into the hallway as Quade charges in and swings the steel chair ... connecting squarely with the bystander and dropping them like a sack of lead. Quade doesn't even give the scene a second look as he swings again forcing Rawstarr to back off past the crowd who scramble this way and that in effort not to be the next victim. Quade pursues Rawstarr down the corridor loosing the cameramen among the witnesses for the moment.)

FJ: "Quade has managed to incapacitate my colleague her without laying a hand on him and it looks like he's incapacitated the cameraman as well, we'll obviously keep you and all out fans here updated on the situation backstage as and when we get that feed back ... wait, wait I am being told that Mark Keller is broadcasting and we can go live to him right now ... mark, Mark Keller are you still breathing!?"

(The camera crew along with Mark Keller are halted in their tracks as Draven clutching Jeff Christianson in a Bear Hug spins into them scattering them like bowling pins. The two crash into a wall and Christianson is able to pull an arm free and shoves his thumb in to Draven's eye. The German doesn't release him immediately and Jeff pushes harder and Shadows yells out from the pain and fear of loosing his sight. Jerking Christianson up and clear of his face, the difference in the two men's weight and height was never more clearly displayed in this instant as Draven pins Jeff up against a wall with nearly five feet of clearance beneath The Dark Warriors feet; Draven spins and pulls DW along with his momentum and dashes him off the opposite wall. Christianson crumples to the floor. Draven leans down and pulls Jeff to his feet and forces him down the hall past stunned witness who are speechless at the show of aggression between the two men. Jeff takes one clubbing blow after another from the pursuing Draven Shadows and eventually he stumbles and collapses to his knees using the wall as a support as he breathes heavy. Draven move in on The dark Warrior and squares up a Big Boot for the back of Jeff Christianson's head; Christianson has been playing possum and turns on Draven. Ducking under Draven's extended leg he moves and commits to a Low Blow; Draven and Jeff are sent sprawling as a door opens denying each their moment of glory; Jeff gets to his feet and comes face to face with Brian Williams. Draven rise fast and shoves an elbow into Jeff's back and in turn shoving him into Brian Williams; Williams shoves past Christianson and straight into Shadows with a Shoulder Tackle; not about to out done by Brian Williams Christianson shoves him aside unceremoniously and drops Draven into Shinbreaker; Brian Williams moves in aggressively with a flurry of punches and elbows into the staggered Draven Shadows; Draven tries to evade Williams but fails, he grabs a hold of Jeff Christianson who wrestles himself free but takes a stray fist from Brian Williams and suddenly ..... the camera follows Brian Williams' flight from a Super Kick from Dark Warrior; Christianson ignores the downed Draven Shadows and dives into Brian Williams who manages to grab a hold of Jeff Christianson and the two lock up in a schoolyard brawl.)

MK: "What we have here is a failure to communicate, which is what these animal want. There is no sense of motive from any of them. Just the brutal beast-like instinct to hurt each other; at least animals fight over food or over mating rights or even pissing right to piece of dirt. There's nothing here but savagery and in this commentators opinion these men ne......."

(The camera jogs violently showing the scene behind the cameraman as Draven hoists mark Keller is screaming something about being just a reporter, and 'the fans need to know, they all need to know the dirt DraaarrRRGGGH ... I DIDN"T MEAN IT!!!!!')

(Brian and Jeff catch Keller as his weight and sped carry them both into a buffet table; Draven charges in and take a Low Blow from a prone Jeff Christianson; Brian Williams rises with a water cooler barrel above his head loosing water but still heavy enough to knock Jeff sprawling when he throws it into him; Williams jumps Jeff and lays in a devastating assault with his elbows and closed fists. Security tries to break it up but only serves to anger Williams and give Christianson room to breath; Snarling his contempt Dark Warrior clocks a security employee with a sharp upper cut as he charges into the guards who are trying to placate Brian Williams. The guards are powerless as the two lock up and hammer away at each other. From behind Draven charges in with the table using it as a battering rams sending men left and right; Jeff sidesteps and drops Draven with Clothesline and turns to look and finds Williams getting to his feet; Jeff goes for Brian's eyes but Williams blocks and suffers a Double Ax Handle to his shoulder; Jeff grabs, twist and jerks down on the left arm of the damaged shoulder and hits a Short Clothesline but Williams ducks under pulling Jeff's arm across his own chest lifting Jeff into Powerslam but Jeff unbalances Williams and he comes free and goes in for a High Knee which carries them both into Draven Shadows and the security guards mob the three men as the collapse to the floor.)

(Something large, metallic and shiny leaves the milieu and slams into Keller dropping him like a filthy sack of horse crap. The camera tilts down to show Mark Keller lying next to a coffee urn slowly soaking in a growing pool of black, black coffee.)

HS: "My apologies to our viewers for that moment of weakness, I can assure you all that even though we may have lost Mark Keller I am still here and still calling the action on the events unfolding backstage!"

(The scene cuts away from Keller's motionless body though it is obvious that there are no camera's. there are no trainers, there are no others in the room except The Squasher.)

(The Squasher paces in a changing room shaking the tension from his limbs when his door is bust in by two men caught in a tangle of blows quickly followed by a camera man trying to stay close but just far enough not to be hit by a straight punch. A steel chair seems to be caught up in the mix as the two spill on to Squasher's changing room floor but quickly come to their feet where Rawstarr grabs Quade deSade and whips into The Squasher who spills some of his cherry Gatorade onto his white t-shirt and everything stops for about a second. Quade waits less time and turns back on Rawstarr who goes for a big kick but miss-times and catches Squasher who makes a grab for Quade who duck way low into squat and comes up to the side as Rawstarr and Squasher collide. The Squasher grabs the shoulder strap of his kit bag and starts swinging it like a medieval ball and chain at the men who have burst into his room. Quade deSade takes a hit squarely in the chest and is actually propelled from his feet and across the room back into the door. Quade. His head rattles off of the wood and deSade slides down it as his eyes begin to roll up into his head. Turning on Rawstarr the two grapple, Squasher shoves Rawstarr hard and he staggers backwards Squasher charges in smashing Rawstarr with the bag on the upswing throwing him into the door almost breaking it. Squasher growls and drops the bag to the side. As it lands the small barbells spill from the bag clattering against the cold, hard, tiled floor. Quade slips out from under Rawstarr and dodges a Big Kick from The Squasher, he turns and grabs the camera from the cameraman and the next few moment are a jumbled blur of violently jarring color and light along with the sound of starved animals caught in a pit fighting over the last scrap of meat.)

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

(Energetic as always, and excited Joe cool looks like he's having hella fun as he hops and skips down the ramp to the tune of lively electric guitar music straight out of the bargain bin at the Dollar Store.)

HS: "Next up the conflict between the NPD and The Christianson Foundation continues with Jeff Christianson and Prince Rawstarr facing of one more time!"

FJ: "But the this time both men a dragging some innocent bystanders into their private little war Herb!"

HS: "You'll be talking about that man Joe Cool ....

(Unforgiven starts to play and a red tint goes through the arena. Big J. Harris comes out in his suit and dark sunglasses followed by The Boss. The two men take their time walking down to the ring and J walks around it as Marcus climbs up onto the apron and looks out to the crowd. After looking around for a few seconds he raises his one arm, setting off white pyros from the ring posts. This brings the lights back to normal and Marcus enters the ring.)

HS: "And this man Marcus Thompson!"

FJ: "Is anyone innocent in this business. Can you really sit there Herb and tell me that you don't have a few skeletons in the closet?"

HS: "I don't have a closet Frank and I think you should focus on calling this match!"

(The song goes just like freddy's (nightmare on elms street same beat)
Mrs. Rawness:
1 2 the Prince is Coming for you
3 4 You can't Run no more
5 6 He will cheat to win
7 8 You'll be embrassed just wait
9 10 You'll never wanna wrestle again

then it just plays it and prince Rawstarr says 'Raw is here' and "The Prince is in the building" over every on tune beat Rawstarr is sitting on a throne, and there are 6 people carrying him down to the ring.. there is a blue and white lights glaring over the arena. and there is a mist of white smoke all around)

(With all four men now in the ring Stu Abbot lays down the law to each of them before sending the tag teams to their respective corners.)

(There's a moment of conversation in the two corners then as the bell rings Jeff Christianson steps into the ring against Prince Rawstarr and the fans cheer as the next chapter of NPD V's The Christianson Foundation starts right there in North Carolina.)

(Raw takes a Jab from Christianson then another and another. Jeff forces Raw back towards his corner and to the outstretched hand of Rawstarr's partner Marcus Thompson; Thompson ducks under Raw's arm as Christiasnon lands another jab and strikes a Knick to Christianson's knee. The Dark Warrior falls against the rope but Marcus hauls him out and Irish Whips him to the ropes on the other side; Marcus charges after warrior and finds empty air as Jeff hooks around the top rope to kill his momentum and Marcus lands hard from a failed Dropkick; Jeff pushes from the ropes and drops a Double Axe Handle across Marcus' sternum, roll him into a Face Lock and grinds him into the mat. Rawstarr's shouts out from his corner trying to keep his partner focused as he reaches out for the tag but Marcus can barely move as Dark Warrior breaks the hold and grabbing Marcus by his hair slams his face hard in to the canvas once then twice. The ref moves in and warns Jeff off of Marcus but as Marcus gets to a knee Jeff pushes by Abbott, grabs Marcus and drives a High Knee in to his gutt. Jeff leads Marcus over to his corner and tags in Joe Cool. Jeff exposes Marcus' torso and Cool accepts the options to stomp another Kick to Marcus' midsection.)

(Marcus is allowed to stagger from the corner but as he turns Joe smacks a Backhanded Fist to his face; Joe steps back and measures Marcus Thompson up and Spears him but does not plant but instead drops Marcus into a Spine buster. The fans are entertained by the move and Cool covers for the pin. Stu Abbot slides and counts 'One! ... Two ...')

HS: "Marcus Thompson gets a shoulder clear and Joe Cool may just have to try a little harder for a win here at Springs and Breaks!"

(Marcus is brought to his feet by Joe Cool who checks in with his partner in the corner and is surprised when Marcus Thompson breaks his weak hold on his hair and his hauled through a Snap Suplex.)

FJ: "Desperation from Marcus Thompson!"

HS: "He knew if Joe tagged in Jeff Christianson this match was over quick and painfully!"

FJ: "Referee Stu Abbott is checking both men and he's starting the count.!"

(Jeff Christianson and Prince Rawstarr rage from their corners angry at the fact that the fate of the match depends on the two downed men in the middle of the ring. The screamed efforts to try and brim their partners around are drowned out by the cheering fans who yell each time the ref counts out another number.)

(At four both men have recovered enough to roll to their stomachs and pull their knees under them.)

(At seven both men stagger and it is not until Stu Abbott counts eight and checks both men out that he calls for the match to continue.)

(Marcus reacts first and tries for a Hip Toss on Joe Cool. He's denied, Joe maintains the grapple and strikes out at Marcus's face with Closed Fist but Marcus' reacts quickly grapples with Joe to dampen his ability to punch and send Joe out and into the ropes leaping into the returning Joe Cool he brings him down with a Hurricane DDT.)

(Joe Cool comes to his feet first and manages to tag in Rawstarr who immediately rolls Joe Cool for a pin but again Referee Stu Abbott only counts out a 'Two!')

(Pulling Joe Cool to his feet Rawstarr twists Cool into a Diamond cutter; Rawstarr turns so he can look into Dark warriors corner just a h is about to commit Joe Cool to a Raw Execution when Jeff Christianson leaps from the top of the turnbuckle striking Rawstarr with a Missile Dropkick. As the ref corals Jeff Christianson back to his corner Joe Cool rolls himself out of the ring. Rawstarr reaches out and tags Marcus Thompson back in and with the referee distracted by Jeff Christianson he slips out beside Cool and slams his face off of the apron before sliding him back into the ring.)

FJ: "The referee need to take his eyes off of Christianson and on this match!"

HS: "Thompson has Cool's leg hooked but the ref is still arguing with Jeff Christiasnon!!"

(After what would have been enough time for a fill three-count Marcus stands up and grabs the ref by his shoulder demanding a count. Marcus drops on Cool again and goes for a pin. Stu Abbott counts 'Two!' then points to the ropes where Joe Cool has placed his foot. Marcus screams out in frustration and starts gathering Joe Cool up to his feet. Marcus tries for an Irish Whip but Cool drops to his knees and Thompson nearly dislodges his arm from the exertion. Joe Cool comes up from his knees fast, grabs Marcus by the shoulders and drives his Kne into Marcus Thompson's Face . Marcus Thompson staggers backwards and collapses while the daze Joe Cool seems to take a moment before he gets his bearing and finds his corner and Jeff Christianson; Thompson shunts himself across the mat and stretches out his hand just enough that Rawstarr can touch and he charges in against Jeff Christianson; Dark Warrior hits the mat and bring Raw down with him in a Drop Toe Hold, getting to his feet Jeff skips into a Spinning Heel Kick but Raw ducks; Rawstarr leaps out from his squat and hits Christianson with a set of Head Scissors and rolls him for a pin.)

(Rawstarr get a long One-count before Christianson kicks out. Pulling Jeff to his feet Rawstarr backs him into a neutral corner and starts dropping punches down on The Dark Warrior from the second rope. The crowd counts along in time with each blow from Prince Rawstarr; Jeff Christianson ducks enough to slip Rawstarr on to his shoulders then carries him into the ring and drops Rawstarr into a Powerbomb.)

FJ: "Jeff Christianson is about to rack up one more win against The NPD for The Christianson Foundation!"

HS: "Marcus Thompson saves his partner from the win and now Joe Cool is in the ring and referee Stu Abbott ignores the fight between Cool and Thompson as he checks Christianson, then he turns his attention on Joe and Marcus; Joe Cool forces Marcus Thompson in to his corner with a Fill Force Body Push that drives almost all the air out of him; Thompson traps Cool's arms and twist out from the corner and pulls off a Double Underhook Piledriver on Joe Cool; meanwhile Rawstarr shakes off the effects of the Powerbomb from Jeff Christianson and comes to his feet at the same time as The Dark Warrior. Rawstarr suddenly sprints in and Diamond Cuts The Dark Warrior.)

(Perhaps out of instinct, perhaps experience or perhaps Dark Warrior had Prince Rawstarr scout but he drops to his knees pulling free of the Cutter and grabs Rawstarr's feet and pulls them out from under him; Dark Warrior locks in the Ankle Lock on Prince Rawstarr and shouts out for the referee.)

FJ: "Grapevine Ankle Lock from Jeff Christianson and Rawstarr has nowhere to go!"

HS: "Referee Stu Abbott has seen the lock and is asking Rawstarr but he's shaking his head denying Christianson the submission!"

(Marcus Thompson see the dangers but Joe Cool lunges up from the canvas, grabs Marcus by his leg and rolls towards the ropes pulling Marcus Thompson towards the ropes then out through them.)

(Referee Stu Abbott asks Rawstarr again but there is no answer from him as the strain, pain effort warp his face ... then he taps.)

HS: "Rawstarr has tapped to Jeff Christianson!"

Ring Announcer: "Your winners by submission, Joe Cool and Jeff Christianson!!"

(We switch to the champion strapping his boots on when there is a knock on the door.)

STORM: "Go away!"

(Instead of the knocking stopping, the door squeaks open. Storm's head snaps up with a look of pure irritation.)

STORM: "The hell did I just..."

(Storm now looks surprised, glaring at his guest, half-rising out of his chair.)

VOICE: "I will go away."

(The crowd cheers when the owner of the voice, a slightly different-looking Sienna Harrison, sporting reddish-orange hair walks on screen, her hands on her hips, glaring at Storm.)

SIENNA: "And it's the last time, because I am going away...For good. I thought you'd be happy to hear that."

STORM: "Well, I was hoping you could stab me in the leg again with a pen before an important title match."

FJ: "Yeah!"

HS: "Kind of hoping for that myself."

FJ: "Shut up, Summers!"

STORM: "Actually, I'm surprised you didn't try to get at me earlier, considering I'm facing your boy-toy tonight...or is he? I'm confused as to whether he actually gave a crap about you."

SIENNA: "Well, everyone unanimously decided that I was too much trouble to keep around. I guess he didn't. No one here really does, and it's all right because I don't give a crap about this business. I'm surprised I stuck around so long. I was just supposed to come to manage Evan for a match against Snake, and I got caught up in it. It all went spiraling downward from there."

(Sienna turns away from Storm.)

SIENNA: "And I blame you for all of that. Goodbye."

STORM: "So why come tell me? Why not just talk to your brothers and say your good-bye's to them?"

SIENNA: "Already did. Funny enough, as much crap as you put me through, you cared more than they did. In your own sick way. Whatever-- it got me a few nice paychecks."

STORM: "Glad to help; least I could do, what with being the only honest person in your life and all."

HS: "Come again?"

(Sienna raises an eyebrow and turns to Storm. She doesn't say anything, but the look on her face is enough to get everybody to realize that she wants an explanation.)

STORM: "Well, let's take a look at everyone in your life. First there was Mommy and Daddy, who both lied and said their vast fortune, was the result of their hard work."

HS: "Hey!"

STORM: "But it turns out they just liked to dabble with illegal gambling, and every piece of cloth and jewelry on you turned out to be some Las Vegas king's blood money."

(Storm sits back and appraises Sienna's reaction; not mocking or expecting, but observing.)

SIENNA: "...Mmm...Hmmm..."

(Sienna narrows her eyes, looking right into Storm's, but almost seeming...Surprised, when she realizes that he doesn't seem to have an ulterior motive.)

STORM: "Then there are all your friends...how many stuck around when they realized what Daddy was? Actually, how many stuck around when the realized that your brothers were professional wrestlers? The ones that didn't want to use you to get into their pants I mean."

HS: "Oh come on!"

FJ: "A perfectly legitimate question!"

(Again, Storm looks, but does not expect.)

SIENNA: "Are you done?"

(Sienna is shaking just a bit, but doesn't look angry or frightened...Just incredibly stressed.)

STORM: "Well, we haven't even gotten to your two brothers yet; one whored you out twice just to get his hands on me, and the other did nothing when you were being abused constantly, but the moment he felt his brother had enough he stepped right in. Then there is Logan, who was all hugs and kisses until he could no longer use you to propel himself into the main event, than he dumped you like yesterday's trash."

(Storm leans back in his chair, but without arrogance; instead he looks at Sienna with...pity.)

STORM: "I'm probably the first person in your life who was honest with you up front with what I want and what I was going to do, aren't I?"

(Sienna has her hand on the door frame and just looks at the ground, a look of indifference on her face before her bottom lip trembles a bit. She bites her lip hard, however and inhales deeply.)

(Storm rubs his mouth and gets up with a folder in his hand; he walks over to Sienna and hands it to her.)

STORM: "Here."

(Sienna looks at it for a while before she takes it, and looks up at Storm.)

SIENNA: "What's this?"

(Storm says nothing, but motions for her to open it up)

STORM: "Remember those documents that I made you sign? Well they are there, including the password to the site with the clips. Do what you want with them."

(Storm turns around and walks back to his seat while Sienna looks...stunned...at Storm before turning around and leaving.)

FJ: "What a class-act!"

HS: "If he was a class-act he never would have made that site in the first place."

FJ: "You're just jealous."

(The white balance and focus of the camera is fragged, the air in The Squasher's changing room has become an interesting shade of purple as three men grapple among themselves. Quade is thrown free by Closed Fist from Squasher and he crashes into the trestle bench hard, spilling over to the other side. Rawstarr grapples Squasher into a Side Headlock but Squasher shoves Rawstarr towards the nearest wall with severe prejudice, Rawstarr plants his feet against the wall and shoves back hard enough that it carries both The Squasher and himself into the lockers buckling the metal doors and bursting at least one from its hinges. Quade gets his bearings and comes to his feet, he pulls Rawstarr free of the mess and lays in a few Closed Fisted blows on the six-ten Kentuckian before Squasher convinces Quade to back off with a thunderous blow from his closed right fist. The Squasher tears himself free as Rawstarr gets to his feet. The Squasher grabs Rawstarr up by his throat into a Chokehold and Slams him down on to one of the trestle benches and begins to lean down hard with his full three hundred and thirty three pounds. Quade grabs the far end of the neighboring trestle bench and screams as he hauls it up right and into Squasher, he pulls it back and slams it into The Squasher a second time using it half as a big club and half as a battering ram pushing Squasher back. On the third go around Quade pulls back then runs with it leaping up on to the neighbor bench and jumping from it again into The Squasher to add his weigh as he rides it down into both Rawstarr and Squasher. There is little room here for Quade to roll with the fall and he is caught in the impact along with his opponents but not so bad that he doesn't manage to pull himself free first. The cameraman steps back towards the door as Quade stands slowly, the zoo on the camera still works and a close up of a battered and bruised Unholy Hero is caught. Blood runs freely from his mouth a cold, crocodile grin reveal gashed gums and blood soaked teeth as he staggers away from the scene.)

HS: "Folks, it is now time for one of the most brutal matches you will ever lay your eyes on."

FJ: "It's an Iron Maiden match! Boy Quade is ALL over the place tonight!"

HS: "You got that right. And before you start, Frank... No, we aren't talking about a band to the tune of a certain rock band. We are talking about a match that can only end by putting another human being, your opponent, inside of what is best described as a casket FILLED with spikes!"

FJ: "It ain't comfy, to say the least! Just ask Lasiewicz. He spent plenty of time in that Iron Maiden."

(The darkness speaks as "After the Flesh" by Thrill Kill Kult begins to play.)

VOICE: "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.)

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

(The screen above the burns with one name.)

(QUADE DESADE )

(Quade staggers down the ramp towards the ring oblivious to the calls of the people on either side of him. His face seems a grim freeze of pain; his body marked and scarred from more than just his confinement within the Iron Maiden. Taking the steps slowly he takes a moment as if to catch his breath and then to look back up the ramp to the empty entrance where the Iron Maiden should be standing, Quade stalls for just a moment longer before turning to see the Iron Maiden at ring side. DeSade's face lights up with a twisted crocodile grin as he enters the ring. He then looks over to ringside, where his Iron Maiden is standing, waiting.)

HS: "And here is the man of the match, the man behind the woman, if you will."

FJ: "DeSade better stay behind her. I hear she's quite the backstabber."

(Frank laughs at his own horrible joke as Herb shakes his head. "Burn" by The Cure hits the PA system as fire forms in a square shape on the top of the rampway. Draven rises up from within the middle of it. He has his hands in the shape of guns to his head. He then throws his hair back to gets his bangs out of his face as he walks through the fire and down the rampway. Draven stops and looks out at the crowd, then slides into the ring and takes off his trench coat and hands it to the tech guy. He then turns his attention to his foe, deSade.)

HS: "Well, there is certainly no love lost between those two. This is quite the staredown."

FJ: "It's going to start soon!"

(Without further ado, the bell rings and the match begins! Shadows rushes forward to catch deSade off-guard with a running bigboot, but gets a shot to his "lower-abdomen-area" and goes down like a ton of bricks!)

HS & FJ: "Ouch!"

HS: "The worst part is, that is perfectly legal in this match!"

FJ: "Everything is! I love it!"

(DeSade stares down at Shadows, who is rolling on the ground and holding the aforementioned area, and admires his handiwork.However, he soon goes back to work as he stomps Shadows relentlessly in the chest and gut! Shadows rolls out of the way after taking some big stomps, butdeSade follows and drops an elbow to the small of Draven's back. Draven flattens out and holds his back and deSade drops another elbow into it for good measure. DeSade then picks Draven up and gives him a heart punch, followed by a tight arm wringer. Shadows looks like he is in pain, but he uses his much larger frame to push deSade's arm up and over in order to escape the arm wringer. Shadows then goes for a spinning elbow, but deSade ducks under it and kicks Shadows front and center!)

FJ: "Damn, man!"

HS: "Shadows is not having fun right now."

(Shadows drops and his eyes bulge out of their sockets for a moment. However, deSade doesn't allow any time for recovery this time as he kicks Shadows in the side to roll him under the bottom ropes and to the outside of the ring. Shadows drops to the mats on the outside and deSadeclimbs through the ropes to follow. DeSade then quickly goes under the apron and pulls out a steel chair, a garbage can and a baseball bat. The hardcore fans in the crowd cheer as they see a devilish sparkle in the eyes of The FieryCross. Shadows is now slowly getting up, but he isn't on his feet for long before deSade smacks him across the head with the steel chair! Shadows stumbles forward into the railing, which allows him to keep his feet. However, this proves to be a disadvantage as deSade follows the chair shot up with another to the back. Shadows takes the full blow as the railing keeps him propped up for it. Draven now stumbles off of the railing and into deSade's waiting arms.DeSade takes his steel chair and places it under Draven's neck, then lifts up and slams Draven's neck down into the edge of the folded chair! Draven starts to bleed from the mouth as he chokes for air and falls to the ground.)

HS: "My God! DeSade is brutalizing Shadows here!"

FJ: "I love it! More! More!"

HS: "I don't know how much more Draven can take."

FJ: "It's not a matter of how much Draven can take.It's a matter of how much deSade wants to give."

(Frank seems to be right as deSade, who would likely be able to put Shadows in that Iron Maiden now, decides to make his way over to the garbage can he brought out from under the apron earlier instead.DeSade takes the garbage can and walks back over to the choking Shadows. He helps Shadows to his feet, then doubles him over with a kick to the gut and shoves the garbage can onto Draven! Draven's head, arms and upper body are now mostly trapped within the steel garbage can and he is helpless to deSade's onslaught. DeSade doesn't take long to capitalize on this either as he quickly grabs the baseball bat he found under the ring and starts wailing away at the garbage can surrounding Shadows! Shadows takes shot after shot, defenceless and unable to get himself out of the steel trap as it is tightened further and further around his body. By the time deSade stops, the can almost looks like a rough cut-out of Shadows from all the "sculpting" deSade just did. DeSadesmiles coldly and looks over to the Iron Maiden.)

HS: "Well, it looks like deSade is finally going to end this massacre."

FJ: "Awww. It was just getting good..."

(DeSade leads the blind and battered Shadows along ringside and towards the Iron Maiden. The referee opens the Maiden up anddeSade puts Shadows inside! The ref calls for the bell, but deSade argues that it isn't over yet and firmly slams the Iron Maiden's door shut while Shadows is trapped inside! DeSade walks away as the crowd gasps in awe. As he walks up the ramp, EMTs rush down past him and the referee pries the door open. Shadows drops to the floor, still encased in a garbage can. However, we can see visible holes in various places in the can.)

HS: "Oh my God! DeSade just shut Shadows inside of a proverbial spike pit and Shadows has no way to defend himself because of that garbage can around him!"

FJ: "That was pretty brutal, even for me..."

HS: "DeSade's cruelty ceases to amaze me! I'm just glad this match is over and I hope Draven Shadows is not seriously injured!"

(COMMERCIAL BREAK.)

("In The End" starts to play through the arena. After several moments of activity out in the crowd, Logan Alexander can be seen making his way through the fans towards the ring.)

HS: "It looks like the World champion's latest challenger is making his way out Frank."

FJ: "Don't flatter him Herb. He's only got this match because he threatened to attack Maria last week like a coward."

HS: "Considering that Storm has done things in a similar fashion for so many months, I don't see how anyone that supports him really has a right to complain. But unlike Storm, Logan never laid a hand on Maria at all. Think of how many times Storm or his associates have attacked Sienna Harrison in comparison."

FJ: "That's totally different! [i]She[/i] provoked them!"

HS: "You know... I wonder how you can believe some of the things you say here each week."

(Upon reaching the ringside barricade, Logan climbs over and into the ringside area. He makes his way over to the timekeeper's position and grabs a mic. He turns and climbs the ring steps then enters the ring. The crowd cheers for Logan but they seem somewhat subdued. Logan looks around at everyone there for several moments before he begins.)

LOGAN: "Here in Charlotte... the waiting finally ends tonight!"

(He turns slowly, addressing everyone in attendance as he speaks.)

LOGAN: "I sat on the sidelines of the AWA and waited for a World title shot for a year. I've had to wait for three months in order to get a championship rematch against the current World titleholder. I had to wait four weeks for Jason Storm's backside to cash the cheque his mouth wrote after Vortex."

"So here I am... I'm still waiting, but it's a span of time that I can easily count off in minutes. I can handle that."

"But I'm not the only one who's been waiting. I know that everyone who watches week after week have been waiting for a little over a year for a respectable champion to step up and take the helm of the AWA."

"Brian Stevens was a formidable opponent. Inside the ring, he showed the fire and proved time and time again that he was the best. But outside the ring, his conduct was nothing but cowardly and disgraceful. Low may have had the championship credentials from the past eight years he's had in the AWA, but he didn't have the fire to compete when he won the title back at Wrestlefest. And everyone knows what kind of man Low is outside of the ring. Jason Storm... isn't really a champion. Yeah he carries the belt he never won and he defends it on occasion. He thinks he's something great, but he's unproven. And like the last two men to hold that belt... he too is a disgrace outside the ring."

"It's been a trio of champions that resort to personal attacks against their opponents before their encounters, because they aren't sure if they really have what it takes otherwise. They are men who have proven to be extremely insecure in their positions of power and would resort to bullying tactics to keep themselves there."

"Well, tonight... I'm going to put an end to that."

"Not since Vortex of last year has their been a person that truly carried themselves like a champion in and out of the ring, the way a World champion should be. I'm going to return that presence to the AWA tonight."

(The crowd starts to cheer loudly at that declaration. Logan looks around at the crowd nodding slowly. He turns and looks towards the entryway.)

LOGAN: "Jason Storm... I'm coming for your belt tonight! I'm going to put an end to the reign that never should have been. Like your predecessors, the first consequence you're going to suffer is losing that belt... then we'll see just who will decide to put you out of action like your predecessors as well."

"You reap what you sow after all, so I hope you enjoy the results of all your hard work! Sit back and enjoy what's left of your time with that belt Jason, cause at the end of the night you're leaving Charlotte without it! It's time for my destiny to be fulfilled and you'd better believe that it's going to happen!"

(He tosses the mic aside and "In The End" starts to play again. The crowd is now chanting for Logan as he climbs out of the ring and makes his way back into to crowd.)

HS: "Logan Alexander looks no less determined and focused than his opponent tonight and I won't be the least bit surprised if he takes home the gold this time."

FJ: "Forget it Herb. Remember who it is that you're talking about after all. Logan is a notorious choke artist in exactly this kind of match situation. He's made these speeches before at the big events and his World title count is still zero. Tonight, Logan Alexander is going to show that he still doesn't have what it takes and The Future is going to dump him back onto the list of never will be World champions."

HS: "We'll just have to wait and see on that one Frank."

(The wolf pack-like tactics of the cameramen dodge around and among Draven, Williams and Christiasnon as the three exchange strikes and shots. Grabbing the large coffee cantina from beside Keller's motionless body Draven starts swinging away indiscriminately.)

(Brian Williams ducks as Draven swings a damaged metal coffee urn in wide arc and carries himself off balance; Williams slips along on both knees behind Draven and delivers a Low Blow. Draven drops to his own knees letting the metal device drop with a loud clang on the concrete. Jeff Christianson steps and nails Superkick to Draven's face knocking him flat on his back. Brian Williams comes out of the starting blocks fast and into Jeff Christianson, the two struggle as the crash into spectators and equipment stacked up by the walls. Williams grabs a crate with both hands and throws it at Christianson, the crate is empty but DW still has to put effort into pushing it aside before it collides with him. Using the moment of distraction Williams lunge at Dark Warrior from on top of the rest of the crates with a Leaping Clothesline; expecting another missile Jeff half catches Williams but his surprise at it being Brian and not another equipment box as he yells with the effort of trying to roll with Brian's impact.)

(Both men come to their feet quickly, Jeff grabs Brian's head and hammers home a Forearm, Brian pulls Christianson into a knee straight to his gut, Christianson shoves a finger in top Brian's eye, Jeff climbs the none to well stacked crates and jumps down into Williams carrying him into the rest of the equipment cases with a Diving Inverted DDT.)

(The cameras scan over the scene, Draven barley moving with an arm across his face grimacing in pain. Jeff Christiasnon partly buried under a collapsed box opened and spilling high intensity light bulbs over him, Brian Williams is only visible by his loose black pants and ring boots jutting out from under a long silver case marked 'hazardous materials.' Security and medics and stage backstage hands of the AWA move in cautiously at first then sure they none of them are moving the begin to carefully pull away the debris to get to the fallen wrestlers. A cameraman over by Draven Shadows shows medic carefully placing a board under Draven's spine and wrapping a stiff collar around his neck. Over by what is left by the concessions Logan Alexander sips on a coffee and laughs with only a lot of satisfaction at the destruction.)

(Suddenly Draven's hand snaps out and grabs an EMT by his throat and squeezes, Logan almost chokes on his cream as he drinks it straight from the plastic container, the black print on is white t-shirt spelling out 'Chaos Theory' becomes spotted with the white, wet and sticky cream dribbling from his mouth as he gasps for air after trying to breath cream.)

(The nearest camera zooms in on the stain on Logan's nice new shirts the tilts up to show the simmering rage in Chaos Strykes face as the he crushed the polystyrene cup and drowning his hand in hot coffee, Logan yells from the stinging pain.)

HS: "Oh, no..."

FJ: "As it looks it may be that things are calming down backstage, but ..."

HS: "deSade."

FJ: "Yup."

HS: "And now it's time for a match between two AWA giants, A.C. Smith and Brian Williams."

FJ: "Where Williams will CRUSH Smith like a grape!"

HS: "I'm not sure about that. This match was put together by Low and Travis Gray to punish Brian Williams for being...well, Brian Williams. And here he comes now!"

(The lights go out. As the ominous opening chords of Metallica's "Orion" begin to build, after a long pause, smoke billows from the entrance creating an ominous haze as we see the silhouette of Brian Williams atop the ramp. Slowly he strides towards the ring with the look of malice written upon his face. As Williams proceeds to the ring, towers infernos ignite all around him, he 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. He steps over the ropes and begins his deathly glare down the aisle.)

FJ: "Look at him! This man has an appetite for destruction if ever I've seen one!"

HS: "How much did Axl Rose throw at you to drop the name of that album?"

FJ: "That's not important. But what IS important is that Smith will get OWNED tonight!"

(The crowd's boos turn to cheers as "Rockin' in the Free World" blares over the loudspeakers. The capacity crowd is on their feet as A.C. Smith starts walking towards the ring, but Smith seems to ignore the reaction ignited by his entrance. He steps into the ring, and referee Stu Abbot signals for the match to start.

The bell rings, and Williams challenges Smith to a test of strength. Smith obliges almost immediately, and while he doesn't win it, he counters by sweeping Williams's legs out from under him. Smith then mounts Williams before hitting several hard shots to his head and bouncing up, taunting Williams to come at him with everything he has.

Williams obliges, and the two lock up, with Williams coming away with a side headlock. Smith spins out and grabs a hammerlock, but Williams reaches the ropes, breaking the hold. The two circle the ring before locking up again, and Williams tries a slam. However, Smith slips behind him and armdrags Williams to the mat. As Williams gets up and charges again, Smith hits another armdrag, and the sequence repeats itself before Smith grapevines the arm with his and tries to pull it out of its socket.)

HS: "Smith said all week long that Williams would have to outwrestle him to beat him, and he's putting him to the test right away!"

FJ: "What test? Smith's a big dumb oaf, and he'll slip up eventually."

(Williams slowly fights his way to his feet, and uses his free arm to trip Smith up. Williams gets off a few punches before whipping Smith into the corner, and tries an avalanche, but Smith spins away and grabs a backslide for a two-count. Williams springs up, but Smith ducks a lariat and grabs a full nelson suplex followed by a front facelock once both men are on the ground.

Williams gamely fights to his feet, but Smith his a surprise swinging neckbreaker for another near-fall. Williams tosses him off and rises to his feet before looking Smith dead in the eye with a fearsome glare. Smith doesn't budge, and the two criss-cross before Smith drops down and hits a huge back body drop on Williams! The ring shakes from the impact, and Smith goes back to working the arm.)

HS: "These two guys are HUGE! I don't know if the ring can take it much longer."

FJ: "Screw the ring; what about ME?!"

HS: "You?"

FJ: "Smith's WINNING! I'm in pain! Don't you care?!"

HS: "Never."

FJ: "Jerk."

(Williams's outstretched foot hooks the bottom rope, and Smith lets go after working the count. A.C. stomps his opponent from head to toe, but Willams grabs an ankle and gets to his feet. He's met by several hard forearms, but reverses an Irish whip and hits a back body drop of his own that puts A.C. on his back for the first time in the match and shakes the ring once again.

Now on the offensive, Williams hits a knee drop and delivers a swift kick to Smith's ribs. He picks A.C. up and looks to be setting up a suplex, but Smith blocks it and hits a knee to the chest, followed by an elbow to the back of Williams's head, to escape and regain control. To drive this fact home, Smith once again goes back to the arm, cinching in a hammerlock on the ground.)

HS: "Smith looks like he's trying to break Williams's arm!"

FJ: "Where's the honor and dignity? Huh? Huh? HUH?!"

HS: "You forgot integrity, Frank. And wouldn't you do the same thing if someone like Brian Williams was trying to destroy you?"

FJ: "No. I'd just throw you at him and run for dear life! HAH!"

HS: "Would you stop?!"

(Williams spins out to a sitting position, and hits several backwards elbow smashes to break free. He goes to the ropes and tries to steamroll A.C. with a shoulderblock, but Smith stands like a stone wall, and doesn't move an inch! Williams tries this again, and is met with the same result. This invokes another criss-cross sequence, which stops when Smith drops down under a running Williams, pops up behind him, and slams him to the ground for a two-count.

Not discouraged, Smith picks Williams up and goes back to the arm, applying a wristlock and slamming the arm with several elbow shots. This drops Williams to a knee, where Smith hits a hard martial arts kick to the temple. Williams is reeling from that shot, and goes outside the ring to regroup. However, Smith wants more of him, and surprises him (and everyone else in attendance) with a suicide dive through the ring ropes and onto the arena floor!)

HS: "OH MY GOD!"

FJ: "Stop it, Joey."

HS: "I can't help it! A.C. Smith is 275 pounds, and he just flew out of the ring like someone 100 pounds lighter! How did he do that?!"

FJ: "Mostly luck. COUNT HIM OUT, STU!"

(Indeed, the count starts as chants of "HOLY SHIT!" begin to subside. At four, both men begin to stir. Williams gets up first, and at seven, he rolls Smith back into the ring. He follows and makes the cover, but only gets a two-count. Williams picks Smith up and hits several closed-fist punches before sending him into the corner. He tries to mount him for more punishment, but Smith counters with a running sit-out powerbomb! Here's the count: One, two, thr--, no just two.

The crowd and A.C. seem somewhat deflated with the near-fall, but Smith stays on the attack by locking in a reverse chinlock. Williams breaks the hold with a jawbreaker, but Smith ducks a right hand and catches his opponent with a few of his own that send him staggering into the corner. Smith mounts Williams for ten punches that the crowd counts along with before monkey-flipping him back towards the center of the ring and hitting ten more from the ground! After this onslaught, Smith goes to the ropes and hits a legdrop before making the cover: One, two, thr--)

FJ: "YES!"

HS: "Brian Williams has been hit with everything Smith can muster, and my God, he kicked out at two."

FJ: "And now the monster kicks in! Get up of the mat, dust yourself off, hit the Morbid Reality, and take that Asskisser to school!"

HS: "Smith is GOING to get a copy of this tape, you know."

FJ: "Nonsense. I've got Pablo the Tape Guy in my back pocket. So long as I don't reveal that he has a love child in the AWA developmental territory whose mother is a prostitute, I can do whatever I want."

HS: "Uh...Frank..."

FJ: "Oh crap. LO SIENTO AMIGO!"

(Smith's face is one of fury. He concentrates the rage, and goes back to Williams's arm with an armbar. Williams stands up out of it and slams the ground with his good arm, indicating that he has finally snapped. Smith unloads with several punches to the head, but Williams looks like he barely feels them, and he LEVELS Smith with a massive clothesline!

The crowd is in disbelief as Williams picks Smith up off the canvas and executes a shoulderbreaker. He drags his thumb across his throat in a signal to the crowd, and sets up for the Morbid Reality!)

FJ: "Here we go baby! Bye bye Asskisser!"

(Williams hits the first part of it, the elbow, but suddenly rolls to the ground in pain. He used his weakened arm for the blow, and it's given out on him!)

HS: "Here we go baby! Bye bye Frankie!"

FJ: "Oh no.The in-ring situation can't be worse, and now my less-talented broadcast partner's calling me Frankie!"

(Smith recovers from being grazed by the blow, and whips Williams into the ropes, catching him in a gorilla press move. In a sensational showing of strength, Smith pushes Williams up into the air several times before dropping him to the mat with a thunderous crash! He then goes to the ropes...but stops himself from running towards him by hanging onto the top rope!)

HS: "What is Smith doing?"

FJ: "Blowing the match, I hope!"

(Smith smirks a knowing smirk, and walks to the apron before crossing to the turnbuckles and scaling them!)

FJ: "He wouldn't."

HS: "A.C. Smith has gone to the top rope..."

FJ: "He wouldn't!"

HS: "He may try a BIG splash!"

FJ: "HE WOULDN'T!!!"

(Oh, but he would. Smith signals to the crowd and comes off with a flying bodypress...which connects onto Brian Williams's prone body and sends BOTH men THROUGH THE RING!)

HS+FJ: "OH MY GOD!!!"

(Both of our commentators look towards each other as "HOLY SHIT!" chants start up again. Stu Abbot's jaw seems to go through the ring as well.)

HS+FJ: "Shut up, Joey."

(Abbot peers into the hole, wondering what to do. He starts a count, and it reaches eight...before Smith climbs back to the surface! The crowd roars at the man who went under second coming up first, and he yanks Brian Williams up once he grabs firm footing. He makes the cover, and Abbot is as close as he can get with the hole in the ring being where it is: One, two, three!

"Rockin' in the Free World" blares once again as Smith's hand is raised in victory.)

FJ: "Good. Lord. Almighty."

HS: "We've just seen one of the most shocking moments in AWA history. A.C. Smith has just pinned Brian Williams after a top-rope big splash sent BOTH men through the ring."

FJ: "That much weight should NOT be in a ring at one time. Now what happens with the rest of the card?"

HS: "Well, our trusty ring crew is handling the situation, and they're telling us the ring will be fixed shortly. In the meantime, let's go backstage!"

(Security are found running; it chaos, there is shouting, growling, snarling. The lights have switched to emergency red, the faces and features become indistinct in the crimson glare. The view through the camera is unsettling and disorienting as the cameramen are jostled here and there. Pushed and shoved. The scenes are at once obscured then all too clear, disjointed and frustrating despite the best efforts of some remote director trying to trying call the shots from second to second)

(The shot shifts to another location where Quade deSade ducks a blow from The Squasher turns and shifts coming up into a grapple from Rawstarr. Security burst upon the melee but men are flung aside like rag dolls as Squasher forces his way through. Quade is hoisted into a Backbreaker by Rawstarr but the Prince is denied as security washes over Quade and try to restrain him.)

(Quade manages to come free of the maul and turns and starts shouting along with security but gradually they stop and grow silent, slowly turning on Quade deSade as he continues shouting encouragement to 'restrain Rawstarr,' and 'use mace on The Squasher!' etcetera.)

(Quade grins ... then runs.)

HS: "Well, a rather disgusting match is coming up; one that proves just how low Jason Storm is."

(The scene cuts to the Walters getting ready to leave their locker room. Storm is in the midst of prepping them...)

STORM: "Watch the kicks! Watch for the lung-blowers, and for God's sake avoid the leg submissions. Use your double-teams and your strength. You two trust each other, they don't. Show them what real brothers can do."

???: "I'm coming out, too!"

(Storm looks around and sees Maria wheel herself up.)

MARIA: "I want to be out there too."

RICKY: "After this weekend's little 'incident'? Hell no!"

TRACY: "Ricky's right, Storm we can't guarantee Maria's safety; if things get wild..."

STORM: "Alright."

(Ricky and Tracy stutter and try to talk over each other, but both are promptly ignored. Jason places a hand over Maria's shoulder, and after a brief hesitation, Maria gives Storm a sad smile and squeezes his hand.)

STORM: "See you later, Maria."

MARIA: "Good-bye, Jason."

(Ricky shrugs at a still protesting Tracy and wheels Maria out. Tracy just shakes his head and follows after while Jason gives an almost puppy-dog stare at the direction they left.)

HS: "That...something's not right."

FJ: "Does Storm...know something we don't?"

HS: "He usually does, though it hurts to admit it."

(The camera shows a pair of booted feet. As the camera rises it eventually shows another pair of feet kicking in the air free of the floor; eventually the shot pulls back enough to reveal Draven Shadows holding an EMT by his throat. Security guards and colleagues try to talk Draven in to releasing his victim but without any success as the big German smiles at them, teases them with the man held in the near Chokes slam. Draven feints the dive and laughs as the security is fooled in to back off time and again.)

(From another angle Jeff Christianson pulls himself from under the pile of lightbulbs. Staggering away from the mess he sees Draven and charges, the EMT is caught between the two men as Jeff shunts Draven into wall and tries to land punches into Draven more hitting the WEMT than Draven as Shadows uses his victim as a shield; Draven pushes away from the wall throwing Jeff clear, hoisting the dazed body of the emergency medic in to a Military Pres he throws him at Jeff; rolling backwards over the nearby table Jeff Christianson forces Logan to move from his vantage point and straight into the oncoming body hurled by Draven; Logan is crushes under the dead weight but soon removes himself only to find he now has coffee to go with the cream splattered over his shirt, angered he charges in a Draven who is not expecting a new target and is Speared back into the wall; Logan gets on top of Draven and starts landing Headbutts into Draven's face; Christiasnon pulls himself clear and seeing Logan Alexander hammering away at Draven decides to follow the better part of valour only to find Brian Williams blocking his path.)

(Brian drops Jeff with a Short Arm Clothesline, turning to come back on Jeff Christianson he is brought low himself with a Drop Toe Hold; Jeff rolls over the top of Brian and comes to his feet and meets Williams as he gets to his knees in time to block a His head; Brian grabs a hold of that same legs ankle and reaches a vertical base and starts landing Kicks to Christianson's midsection.)

(Draven has managed to push himself up the wall while suffering Logan's barrage of blows, the German reaches out and grabs Logan's throat and jerks him up off his feet for Chokeslam as he steps away from the wall; Logan realizes the danger and kicks out at the wall just behind Draven and pulls him away in a Side Headlock Takeover. Draven rolls away from Logan who runs after him ignoring the fight between Dark Warrior and Williams; Christiasnon jumps and kicks Brian Free from his hold on his ankle only to come with Brian Williams back in his face, Jeff feints a Spear and as Williams dodges to the side Jeff has him scouted and scoops Williams up in to a Fisherman's Suplex dumping him near Draven Shadows and Chaos Stryke; Alexander Logan has both of Draven's arms pulled back in a Double Armbar Stretch as he screams at Draven about 'costs, coffee, cream @#@#$%*!!!')

(Draven is knocked onto his side by the falling Williams, Logan looses one arm but still ahs the other and brings Draven to his feet and into a Cross Body Arm Breaker; Jeff Christianson stomps on Brian Williams until he sees Draven being dissected by Logan, not to be outdone Jeff moves in on Logan's kill and picks up off the floor and drops Draven via a German Suplex; Logan shoves Jeff hard for interrupting. Christiasnon shouts at Logan pointing at himself and Draven but without the soundman the conversation is lost as the two get in each others face; Brian Williams appears behind Christian and garbs a handful of his hair before ramming his face into Chaos Stryke's, Logan staggers back as Jeff nurses a bloody nose while turning on Williams who drops one, two, three Closed Fists on Jeff forcing him back; Christianson is grab from behind again this time by Logan who shoves him aside hard, picks Williams up and hurts him with an Atomic Drop; Logan turns back on Christianson, the two lock up, Jeff pulls back grabbing one of Logan's writs and threatens a wristlock but as the two twist and turn through the hold, and lock Christianson grabs a hold of Logan's elbow leaping into a Jumping Armbreaker; Logan rolls away nursing the damaged arm and Jeff turns his attentions on Williams and Draven. The cameramen move around The Dark Warrior, one getting too close and takes a striking fist from Christianson which cracks the lense and sends the scene into static.)

FJ: "C'mon we got two other cameras there man, we just got see if Jeff Christianson walks away now that we have Logan Alexander, Draven Shadows and Brian Williams at his mercy!"

HS: "I don't know how this happened, I know it is partly that man, Jeff Christianson's fault and I know if his brother Quade deSade has anything to say about it Draven Shadows will not get off of that floor, ever!"

HS: "Love and hate Herb, so close and yet, you gotta wonder if men like these can tell the difference that they keep coming back week after week to take this kind of punishment and exercise the kind of will we have just witnessed to inflict such terrible wounds!"

HS: "What a night we've had so far, Frank!"

FJ: "Wow...haven't heard this transition before. I'll play along...tonight has been amazing, Herb! But luckily our ring crew was able to replace those broken boards of the ring and we're able to get right back into the swing of things. What's up next for Springs & Breaks!?"

HS: "...you're an ass."

FJ: "What? WHAT!?!"

HS: "..."

FJ: "C'mon, Summers. Do your transition. Come on, you can do it!"

HS: "It is now time for the Three Wishes tag match between the Harrison's and Walters'."

FJ: "...and what's at stake, Herbie?"

HS: "The...winning team is granted three wishes. If the Harrison's win; Evan Heir gets Maria Clarke as well as a guaranteed match against Jason Storm in which Evan Heir gets to name the stipulations attached the match."

FJ: "And if the Walters Twins win?"

HS: "If the Walters' win, Evan Heir is gone from the AWA as is Tyler Harrison. Also, if the Harrison's lose, Tyler's son Joey will be forced into adoption."

FJ: "And THAT is a scary thought."

HS: "The Walters' have taken things to a disgusting, perverted level by putting young Joey Harrison's livelihood on the line! The Walters' have taken things too damn far and – god willing – the Harrison's will be able to go over on the Walters' tonight and prevent this...travesty from happening."

FJ: "We usually don't choose a side but, sadly, I have to agree with you. It's not right that Joey is even involved in these stipulations let alone that if his father and uncle lose, he is without a damn family. He's without a father! He's without a mother! I mean...I don't think anything in this sport has bothered me this much."

HS: "I agree with you, Frank. I agree with you wholeheartedly. Tonight, two families wage an intensely personal war against one another with everything on the line!"

(A whirring sound is heard on the PA system for a few seconds, followed by the sound of a coin dropping into a pile of other coins. "Stronger" by Kanye West hits the PA system to the delight of the audience. Evan Heir walks out from behind the curtains with his Cruiserweight championship around his waist. He walks down the O-Tunnel, but pauses and suddenly a countdown starting at 5 counts down on the AmeriTron and a second pyro hits, this time, a green one, and his music is abruptly replaced. "My Time Remix" by Naughty by Nature plays and the lighting turns to one of flashing green and gold. Tyler Harrison walks through the smoke and stands next to his brother. The two look at each other and then look out among the fans. They walk down the ramp before they enter the ring.)

HS: "Frank, what do the Harrison's needs to do tonight to beat the Walters Twins?"

FJ: "They need to get along, Summers. They need to stay on the same page. They need to be a cohesive unit because literally EVERYTHING is on the line tonight. FAMILY is on the line tonight! If the Harrison's lose? Hell...they can't afford to lose. The stakes are that damn high."

HS: "Let's assume they stick with a steady game plan and don't stray from it with in-fighting – what kind of game do they need to bring tonight to best the Walters'?

FJ: "I haven't seen a whole lot on either team, Summers. However, I have talked to some of the scouts that work within the AWA and I'm told that – together – the Harrison's utilize a high-flying assault against their opponents. The Walters, on the other hand, seem to utilize a semi-Strong Style influenced from Japanese Wrestling."

HS: "Not unlike say...Brian Stevens or Jayson Price."

FJ: "Perhaps not as evolved, but yes - similar. The Harrison's need to avoid strikes. They need to stay away from beind isolated and worn down and, most importantly, The Harrison's need to be precise when they fly and be spot-on when the utilize double-team maneuvers. If they can do all that, The Harrison's should win tonight at Springs & Breaks."

(Tyler rolls in under the bottom rope while Evan launches himself over the top and spins around, throwing his mysterious "V" signal up to the fans. Tyler hops onto the turnbuckles and throws up a signal positioning his hands as if he were holding a video game controller and rolling his shoulders semi-obnoxiously. The two hop down from their corners and pound fists in the middle of the ring before awaiting their opponents.)

HS: "The Harrison's seem to be ready, Frank."

FJ: "I would expect nothing less given what's at stake. In fact, anything less than all the Harrison's have here tonight would be an insult."

HS: "Agreed."

(All but a few of the lights shut off, and the few that remain on become a deep purple. A few flash back on in unison with a sudden thunder-clap.)

Would you mind if I hurt you?
Understand that I need to
Wish that I had other choices
Than to harm the one I love

(The lights shut off completely. For a brief moment, all is quiet.)

What have you done now?

(There is an explosion, and all the lights blink on and off, still with deep purple. Tracy and Ricky both come out, raising their arms high before walking over to each other and giving each other a quick high-five and a brief hug before starting down the ramp.)

I know I'd better stop trying
You know that there's no denying
I won't show mercy on you now
I know I should stop believing
I know that there's no retrieving

(The two men continue down the ramp, either ignoring or flipping off their many detractors. They both hop on the ring apron, grasping the top rope.)

It's over now
What have you done?

(Both men hesitate for this brief moment that the music pauses, as if paused in mid-motion, the lights going back to a solid purple.)

What have you done now?

(Both men immediately hop into the ring and mount the the turnbuckles closest to them respectively. The lights resume flashing, but this time white is thrown in with the purple.)

I, I've been waiting for someone like you
But now you are slipping away
What have you done now?
Why, Why does fate make us suffer
There's a curse between us
Between me and you

(They get down and immediately walk across the ring to the opposite turnbuckles.)

What have you done?
What have you done now?
What have you done ?
What have you done now?

(Both men step off the ropes and give each other a fist to the shoulder before turning...THE HARRISON'S ATTACK! The fans explode in delight as both Tyler and Evan catch the Walters with a pair of stereo dropkicks! The sends both Walters to the outside!!!)

DING! DING! DING!

(AWA Referee Jonathan Linden calls for the bell as Evan Heir falls to his hands and knees, giving brother Tyler Harrison a launching pad as the Walters Twins return to their feet. Tyler explodes off of Evan's back with Poetry In Motion, up and over the top rope with a modified Suicide Dive!!! Evan waits for all three to stand back up to a base and springboards up and explodes off the ropes with a Springboard Corkscrewer in a jaw-dropping feat! All four are down and the fans cheer wildly.)

HS: "It would appear that The Harrison's are going for broke tonight!"

FJ: "They're super-aggressive coming out the gate tonight. They hit the Walters' before the bell and that's what I personally wanted to see. Let's see if they can continue to capitalize on that momentum."

(Evan is the first up and grabs Ricky, throwing him into the ring and chasing after. Referee Linden instructs Tracy Walters and Tyler Harrison to find their corners as both get up off the cement floor. Both comply but not before shooting the other a hard stare. Meanwhile, in the ring, Evan puts the boots to Ricky. Evan brings Ricky up and shoots him into the neutral corner and charges in with a clothesline, connecting. Ricky is stunned in the corner and Evan follows up with some Knife Edge Chops. Ricky tries to stagger out of the corner, and Evan quickly follows up with a Bulldog! Evan covers.)

HS: "Pinfall and just narrowly a two count."

FJ: "Right idea, though. The Harrison's need to take advantage of each and every chance they get to score a pinfall if only for Joey's sake."

(Evan sees that Tyler is still reeling a bit from the dives early on so Evan brings Ricky up, hits some forearms before executing a nice standing Hurricanrana. Ricky shoots right up to his feet and Evan takes him right back down with a step-up Enzuguiri. Evan drags Ricky up by his black mane and whips him into the Harrison's corner. Tyler extends his hand and we have a tag.)

HS: "Tyler Harrison is tagged in, Frank."

FJ: "Let's see what Tyler can do. This is perhaps his first real test in the AWA and may very well already be the most important match of his young career."

(Tyler takes the opening to chop the chest of Ricky. Ricky staggers out along the ropes and Tyler Harrison whips Ricky, executing a Hip Toss on the rebound. Ricky gets right up to his feet and hits a stiff European Uppercut that rocks Ricky down to the mat. Tyler reaches to Evan, nearby, and tags out. Tyler grabs a front facelock and Evan takes a cue and the brothers hit a nice Double Suplex on Ricky. Evan floats over into a cover while Tyler exits the ring.)

HS: "Another cover by Evan which garners him another 2 count."

(Evan brings Ricky back up and hits a front toe kick to the midsection. Ricky buckles and Evan forces Ricky to the ropes and performs a short-arm whip, instead bringing Ricky down with a drop toe hold. From the mat, Evan tags in Tyler who Slingshots into the ring and connects on the prone body of Ricky with a Senton Splash. Tyler is quick to cover.)

HS: "This time it's Tyler Harrison with the cover and, not unlike his brother Evan, he scores just a two count."

(Tyler brings Ricky up by his hair once again and locks on a standing Half Nelson. However, before he can execute, Ricky escapes and, applying the short-arm, brings Tyler back in and drops him with a STIFF European Uppercut. Tyler goes down in a heap and Ricky back pedals to his corner and tags in Tracy Walters! The fans boo as Tracy steps through the ropes with authority and rushes Tyler, executing a nice Mr. Wrestling II knee lift that grounds Tyler near his own corner. Evan shouts encouragement to Tyler but to no avail. Tracy immediately head-butts Tyler back down to the mat. Tracy is quick to drop a knee drop on the back of Tyler's skull and then quickly a rapid-fire series of elbow drops, capitalized with a leg drop. Tracy Walters presses on Tyler Harrison...)

FJ: "The first attempt at a pin by the Walters, Summers."

HS: "And only a two count."

(Tracy brings Tyler up and whips him into his own corner, where Ricky is still recovering. Tracy rushes in and hits a nice running Big Boot. Tyler slouches in the corner and is immediately hits a stiff straight left and glares into the crowd before unloading stiff straight left after straight left until Tyler is a broken mess in the corner. Tracy backs up out of the corner and charges back in with a running clothesline. Tracy tags out to a visibly sore Ricky. Ricky grabs a cravat on Tyler and walks him out of the corner slightly. Ricky starts ramming knees into the face of Tyler before snapping him over with a snapmare. Snap Down Leg Drop follows by Ricky and he quickly turns that into a cover.)

HS: "A Brian Stevens-esque snap down leg drop earns Richard Walters a two count."

FJ: "Ricky is the more technically proficient brother of the Walters' clan and you can see that with how meticulous he is with everything he does in that ring. With a bit of time, he could become scary-good."

(Ricky tags out to Tracy, the fresh man, and Tracy immediately takes the fight to Tyler, trying to increase the pain threshold. Tracy drags Tyler up and connects on a Vertical Suplex out of his team's corner. Tracy floats over into a cover.)

FJ: "ANOTHER cover by the Walters."

HS: "Tyler Harrison rolls his shoulder up at two and is able to keep Joey Harrison a bit longer...but one must wonder how much more Tyler Harrison can stand to take."

(Tracy tags in Ricky and the duo stalk Tyler. Both twins nod at each other as they bring Tyler up...SANDWICH! Tyler crumbles to the mat as Ricky covers. Evan is tempted to run-in, but doesn't. Instead, he screams at Tyler to get up.)

FJ: "This could be it!"

HS: "Cover! 1...2...NO! So close! Tyler Harrison rolls the shoulder and keeps this match alive."

(Tracy reluctantly leaves the ring as Ricky puts the boots in calculating fashion to the ribs and head of Harrison. Annoyed, Ricky brings Tyler up in a cravat and then violently tosses him overhead.)

FJ: "Damn! Was that..."

HS: "A Cravat Suplex, yes."

FJ: "Damn."

HS: "I'm not sure there's anything Ricky Walters CAN'T do from the cravat."

FJ: "Apparently that's his go-to."

HS: "Apparently."

(Tyler pulls himself off of the mat and Ricky quickly grabs the free arm of Tyler and falls back hard, but Tyler pulls away from the Divorce Court attempt! Ricky, dazed, shakes his head to get his bearings about him while Tyler falls back down to the mat. Quickly, Ricky rolls through and tags in Tracy and Tracy hits the ring like a house of fire and drops an elbow on Tyler's back before he can tag Evan. Tracy breathes a sigh of relief as he brings Tyler up and quickly back down with a Backdrop Driver. Tyler falls conveniently in the Walters' corner. Tracy tags in Ricky. Ricky quickly grabs Tyler and locks on a double underhook. Tracy gets a running start...SUCKS TO BE YOU!)

FJ: "Yeesh. There's the first version or variation on STBY."

HS: "STBY?"

FJ: "Sucks to be you, Summers."

HS: "Ah."

FJ: "Oh, I was just saying in general in regards to your sorry ass."

HS: "..."

FJ: "Thought so."

(The twins tag in and out again. Ricky locks up Tyler in preparation for an STO while again, Tracy hits the ropes...SUCKS TO BE YOU!!!)

FJ: "Damn. There's the second variation on the STBY."

HS: "Are they going for the trifecta?"

FJ: "Looks that way, Herbie. Looks that way. Hell...looks like Joey Harrison will be looking for a new home if they hit this damn thing."

(Again, another quick tag out and Ricky re-enters the ring while Tracy brings Tyler up and locks on a Full Nelson. Ricky tags a few cocky steps and winds up for the third STBY. Ricky fires...BAM! He cracks Tracy in the face with the STIFF Superkick as Tyler slides out at the last second! Tyler Harrison – dead on his feet tired – ducks a lariat attempt by Ricky Walters! On the turnaround, Tyler connects on a desperation Enzuguiri! As he gets back up to his feet, Tracy Walters wildly charges Tyler and attempts a spear...but Tyler takes to the air and hits a double stomp on the back of the charging Tracy Walters and uses his momentum to propel himself into his own corner and tag in his brother, Evan Heir! Heir rushes right into the ring and hits Tracy with a big-time Running STO! Evan quickly boots Ricky in the gut and delivers a nasty jawbreaker. Tracy charges Evan again and Evan snaps off a headscissor takeover. Evan sticks with Tracy and locks on his fallen foe...THE DEPOSIT! The ankle lock! Tracy is in the hold for a good 30 seconds before Ricky makes the save. Ricky attempts to quickly hit the Epic End, but Tyler Harrison rushes the ring and hits a dropkick right to Ricky's face! Ricky staggers and quickly Tyler looks to hit his CODINE finisher, but Ricky quickly counters out with a series of back elbows to the head. Ricky counters into a front face lock on Tyler, possibly looking for a DDT. Evan doesn't allow that to transpire and quickly hits a Stiff Knee and quickly snaps off a swinging Neckbreaker. Evan tells Tyler to hold Ricky and he complies...Evan heads up top! Tracy Walters quickly rushes onto the scene and drills a Yakuza Kick to Tyler's face just as Evan Heir flies with the Million Dollar Shot! Ricky moves and Evan eats canvas!)

HS: "Both teams are pulling out all the stops! Neither team is giving the other an inch!"

FJ: "Additional sports cliché!"

(Tracy Walters locks on a double underhook, looking for his Tiger Driver – Wings Of A Butterfly finisher! Tyler Harrison backdrops Tracy up and over a Tracy is quick to get up but gets caught with a front kick to the gut. Out of nowhere, Tyler explodes...ALL SYSTEMS GO!!! The fans go nuts but before he can even tease a cover, Ricky Walters is on the scene...EPIC END! With a smug, arrogant look of disdain on his face, Ricky covers Tyler Harrison...but there's no count.)

HS: "Why...isn't Linden counting?"

(Referee Linden informs a livid Richard Walters that Tyler Harrison isn't the legal man...it's Evan Heir! The crowd pops when, almost on cue, Evan Heir hits the scene and drills Ricky with a STIFF Roundhouse kick to the face. Evan quickly hoists Ricky up...SELLOUT! SELLOUT! Evan Heir connects with that sick Death Valley Driver into a Piledriver! Evan pulls Tyler up and quickly kicks Tracy out of the ring...)

FJ: "It looks like the Harrison's want to finish this one as a family."

HS: "And who could blame them?"

(Tyler, dazed and beat-up, is slow to move but finally grabs Ricky's legs. Tyler pushes him down to the mat and maintains control of Ricky's legs...HANDMEDOWN!!! Evan Heir quickly covers Ricky and the fans count along with Referee John Linden!)

1...2...3!!!

DING! DING! DING!!!

("My Time – Remix" by Naughty By Nature hits and Evan and Tyler both immediately hug and raise the others hand.)

HS: "They did it! The Harrison's beat The Walters Twins! The Harrison's save Tyler Harrison's son, Joey, from adoption and The Harrison just earned Evan Heir the right to face World Champion Jason Storm on HIS OWN TERMS!"

FJ: "What a feather in the cap of the Harrison's!"

HS: "Evan Heir will get to name the time, the place and the terms under which he will challenge Jason Storm! Evan Heir is guaranteed Jason Storm and Storm can't get out of it!"

FJ: "And don't forget about Maria Clarke! Evan Heir has just re-secured Maria Clarke!"

(A camera hustles behind the fleeing deSade as the sounds of many people chase after him. Quade takes the twists and turns of the venue tight, and fast until he collides with AC Smith near the entrance to the ramp. The two men go flying and are dazed as Rawstarr enters first. Seeing only two men crouching in the ill-lit stairwell. Pulling an eight-foot stepladder from the equipment staked to the side Rawstarr levels the ladder with the floor and charges catching both men in the head and dropping them hard. Rawstarr slams the ladder hard down on the pair and begins stomping indiscriminately.)

(Enter The Squasher stage left with a throng of security guards. A second camera tracks the ladder as it is thrown clear and land knocking a guard out cold.)

(Cameras try to get in as close as possible despite the danger; Squasher's hand punches it's way between a number of people and grabs into a shirt. The camera pans along with a sleeveless t-shirt and an upper arm with a red apple and the words 'Big Apple Ass-Kicker.')

(A second camera zooms in on deSade being restrains by two and a half pairs of hands then taking an anonymous punch to the face.)

(Rawstarr is dragged clear despite the rabid anger evident in his eye. Blood trickle from a small gash just above his left eye, The same camera suddenly banks to catch Squasher manhandling Smith from the crowd and the look of disappointment as he realizes he is neither of the two men that burst in on his room. Squasher disposes of AC with a Gutchwrench Suplex that lands him back first on to the scaffold steps leading up to the ramps entrance.)

HS: "And now we understand that Mark Keller has tracked down A.C. Smith outside the arena."

FJ: "More of him?"

HS: "He had a grueling match with Brian Williams earlier this evening, we'll see what he has to say about it."

(We cut backstage, and we see Mark Keller walking beside Smith as both exit the arena. He seems to be limping after the pain he experienced earlier tonight, and Keller actually has to restrain himself from walking too fast.)

MK: "A.C., you seem to be in a tremendous amount of pain. Are you OK?"

A.C.: (with some bite in his voice) "I think you've answered your own question."

MK: "Sorry, A.C....OH MY GOD!"

(Suddenly, we see a large white SUV come up from behind and slam into Smith's legs at a fairly-high speed! Smith crumples to the ground from the impact, and the car swerves to its right to drive out of the shot.

Keller immediately goes to a knee, and yells frantically.)

MK: "GODDAMMIT, WE NEED A MEDIC! And did anyone see who drove that thing? For the love of God..."

(Sirens from approaching ambulances begin to wail, and we cut to Herb and Frank, the latter of whom has a huge smile on his face.)

HS: "Ladies and gentlemen, I can't apologize enough for that. An unknown driver has deliberately injured A.C. Smith..."

FJ: "I LOVE IT! I WANNA DANCE! I WANNA PARTY! WHOOOOO!"

HS: "Ugh...at any rate, we, uh...we hope to have an update for you on Smith's condition at some point this evening."

(The sign above the door say the letters of the rows and the number range of the seats in those rows beyond. Christianson, Williams and Alexander take turns in dealing out blows; Jeff grabs Williams by the head and knocks him back with a European upper cut, Logan charges in with an elbow to the side of Jeff's head staggering him before he turns on Williams and hammers home a set of forearms smashes; Brian blocks one, steps in and jabs a High Knee into Logan's midsection; Christianson pulls Logan free and whips him into a nearby newsstand scattering pages of newspapers and magazines to the wind, Williams hooks a sucker right cross Jeff's face spinning him almost from his feet, Williams grabs Jeff from behind but is denied the Suplex as Christiasnon hooks his foot around his, Williams shove Christianson away and is sidestepped by the Dark Warrior as he charges into a Jumping Double Knee Lift aimed at the back of Jeff Christianson's head, Williams lands in a display of AWA plush dolls. As the cameraman moves in to check on Williams he is caught kneeling over a half-sized to real life doll of Grey bent over in the position under him. Williams looks up in to the lense and grins sheepishly before tearing the effigy of Gray from between his legs and charging after Christiasnon.)

(Logan strikes Jeff with a backhander, Jeff spit the taste of the insult out and shoves his Thumb into Logan's Eye; Logan is lifted clear of the floor by Jeff and Powerbombed into the front of a soda vending machine, blue –white spark engulf Logan and he disappears from sight as the white balance on the camera's is shot by the explosion. From around the corner Draven Shadows with one hand on the wall and occasionally collapsing against it for support is stunned by the improvised flash-bang. Seeing Draven just there Jeff Christianson steps up and pulls him in to an Irish Whip toward the plush stand by counters it and whiplashes Draven through the curtain leading to the balcony seating set up around the ring.)

HS: "A non-title match is about to occur."

FJ: "YES!"

HS: "Unfortunately that only means one thing."

FJ: "YES!"

HS: "The Legendary Low will be taking on Onslaught in a NODQ match."

FJ: "YES!"

(The grandiose sounds of "Ode To Joy" begin to play and the arena is spotlighted by several orange laser lights. As the music goes full-force, the arena is illuminated in a bright orange light. 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. Displaying the black and orange robe allegedly given to him by Ric Flair, Low spreads his arms and slowly spins around.)

FJ: "Wooooooo!"

HS: "That's Low and not Ric Flair!"

FJ: "I know, but I just pay tribute to the man Low has idolized his entire life. I pay tribute to The Man! And look at that beautiful robe given to ROD by Ric Flair as a present to The Greatest Sports Legend Alive today."

HS: "Allegedly."

FJ: "What do you mean, allegedly?"

HS: "I mean that if ROD tells me that the sun will rise tomorrow, I'll be very afraid."

(As an orange firework rain almost looks like a curtain between Low and the Ameritron, Low starts walking down the ramp, grinning and mocking some of the fans he passes.)

FJ: "This is the first match back of OUR AWA commissioner since that reckless Evan Heir injured his neck back at Hell On Earth."

HS: "You know, how come Low gets a doctor's clearance or permission from the athletic commission to even compete if his neck is allegedly in such bad shape?"

FJ: "Stop saying allegedly! Low's neck in hurt, but The Ultimate Champion needs to be at 20% maximum to tie Onslaught up in knots."

(The arena looks like an orange sea as Low reaches the ring. He slowly 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 quiets down.)

HS: "Anything else you want to add before Onslaught walks down?"

FJ: "Well, glad you asked. Most World Title reigns. Most Title reigns actually. More meaningful title reigns than anyone else. He truly is the greatest wrestler currently wrestling..."

HS: "Thank God."

FJ: "...And of Course, the Greatest Sports Legend Alive!"

("Saves The Day" by Atmosphere hits over the arena PA and the lights in the arena slowly die out. The entrance way is overtaken with solid, random colors that change at the beat of the snare drum. It isn't long before the AWA No Limits Champion Onslaught walks out from the back, bobbing his head to the beat of the song. Onslaught doesn't halt at the top of the ramp, instead, the big man heads directly down the ramp for the ring.)

HS: "Here is his opponent, Onslaught. This guy would love to get his hands on Low."

FJ: "And vice-versa."

HS: "He's the AWA No Limits Champion, but Low did not want the title on the line. He acts as if it is a meaningless piece of gold."

FJ: "It is."

HS: "Not to Onslaught, who's carrying it as his first AWA Championship."

(Onslaught reaches the bottom of the ramp and walks up the ring steps to the apron. Onslaught unstraps the No Limits Championship from around his waist before he steps up and over the top rope, into the ring. Onslaught walks the ring in the square, holding the belt up with his arm nearest the fans, displaying his first ever AWA Championship.)

HS: "Onslaught has been attacked."

FJ: "Minor incident."

HS: "It costed him to miss a match last week with the Dream and Rawstarr!"

FJ: "Minor incident."

HS: "HE MISSED A TITLE DEFENSE!"

FJ: "Does he still have his title?"

HS: "Yes."

FJ: "Didn't miss the defense then. Just got it rescheduled and dropped one opponent out. He should be thankful that Gray and Low let him do that!"

(Onslaught hands the belt off to the referee and finds his corner, glaring across the ring at Low.)

HS: "The tension has been building a while for this one. They are about to explode."

FJ: "GO LOW! GO LOW! GO LOW!"

(The bell rings, and we see both men already in the middle of the ring, talking back and forth. We see Low try to slap Onslaught, but Onslaught blocks it. He lands a punch. Blocks one from Low. Lands Another. Blocks another from Low. Lands Another. And Another. And Another. And Another. And we finally see Low hit the mat after one more. Onslaught now begins to stomp on Low, who immediately rolls out of the ring. Low immediately points to his head.)

HS: "Low isn't going to win a brawl with Onslaught."

FJ: "But he's inside Onslaught's head. That could hurt him in the end."

(Low now grabs the middle rope, but Onslaught charges it. Low immediately drops off. We see him yell at the referee to push him back. The referee begins talking about it being a No Disqualification match, but Low refuses to get into the ring. Finally, the referee restrains Onslaught and Low walks up the ring stairs, taking his good time. He finally steps through the ropes.)

HS: "Low is using some stall tactics. I think he actually just threatened the job of an AWA official."

FJ: "He was talking to him... maybe about a new contract. He could decide to terminate the old one."

HS: "This is a NODQ match."

FJ: "Yes, but Gray pays the bills and Low is like his Chief of Staff. What Low says, goes."

(Low and Onslaught meet in the middle of the ring. We now see Onslaught power Low right to a corner. Low, in turn, takes his finger and scrapes the eye of Onslaught. As Onslaught turns around, Low lands three right hands, and then Irish whips him. Onslaught bounces off the ropes into a spinning back fist which doubles him over. Low now hits the ropes and dropkicks him in the heads. This time, Onslaught rolls out of the ring. Low, relentless, walks over to the top rope. As Onslaught looks up, Low vaults himself over the top, landing on Onslaught.)

FJ: "Low just hit a move from the now defunct Cruiserweight division."

HS: "That was a pedestrian cruiserweight move. In fact, almost any wrestler can do that. Frank, you could even do that."

FJ: "No I couldn't."

HS: "It looks so easy."

FJ: "I've tried. I landed in a bad position on the ring apron. You have to actually elevate over the top rope."

(We see Low landing several punches to the head of Onslaught. He now applies a side headlock. Onslaught slowly begins to power out of it. Low now runs at the ring post, but Onslaught pushes him off into the ring post. We see Low spin off of it and Onslaught nails a JBL like clothesline that sends him to the mat. Onslaught quickly picks Low up as the crowd begins to cheer. Onslaught lifts Low above his head and drops him across the steel barricade, chest first. As Low bounces off, Onslaught catches him in a full nelson type move, and tosses him, back first, into the ring apron. Onslaught now lands a discus punch and sends Low to the floor.)

HS: "Onslaught has really taken control now."

FJ: "Don't think you've heard the last from Low."

HS: "I never said we did. Low is a tough opponent for anyone."

FJ: "See, I knew you thought he was the Greatest Sports Legend Alive!"

HS: "I didn't say it."

FJ: "You didn't have to, I said it for you... and I knew you were thinking it."

(Onslaught begins to pick Low up, very slowly. Low takes this chance to push Onslaught into the steel barricade. Low now begins to drive his shoulder into the stomach area of Onslaught, trapping Onslaught between the steel barricade and Low's shoulder. We see Low land one. Then another. Then Another. Then Another. Then Another. Actually, Low landed ten in all. We see Low drop to his knees and Onslaught in pain, still leaning on the barricade.)

FJ: "Low has been in plenty of NODQ matches, Herb. It's not how you start them, it's how you finish them."

HS: "This match is far from over."

FJ: "Onslaught's finished."

HS: "If you say so."

FJ: "I know so."

(Low now stands up. He looks at his hand. He then looks at the crowd. Low takes his hand and nails a knife edge chop. Then another. The crowd WHOOING! with each one. WHOOO! WHOO! WHOOO! WHOOOO! WHOOOOOOOOO! With that one, Onslaught flies into the crowd. Low takes a step back, as Onslaught pulls himself up. Low runs and jumps, landing a high knee, but Low grabs the barricade, to make sure he doesn't fly over into the crowd. We see Onslaught roll back a little. He slowly gets up as Low ponders his next move. Low now takes a step back, runs and jumps on the steel barricade. He nails a flying cross body knocking Onslaught down. Low again begins nailing punches.)

FJ: "Done. Washed up. He's finished."

HS: "Frank, they are nowhere near the ring."

FJ: "And?"

HS: "This is a NODQ match. Not Falls Count Anywhere."

FJ: "You mean, if Low knocks him out, he'd have to drag that fat, tall slob back to the ring?"

HS: "Yep."

(Low finally gets Onslaught up. This time, he just drags Onslaught towards the barricade to get back to the ring. Low sits on the barricade, to slide over. As he does, we see Onslaught grab him and pull him backwards. Low lands on the concrete floor. We see Onslaught now throw his foot into the throat of Low and choke the life out of him. Onslaught now picks Low up and effortlessly tosses him over the steel barricade. We see Onslaught hop over the barricade as Low slowly pulls himself up by the ring apron.)

FJ: "The dog isn't dead yet!"

HS: "Low looks to be on the way."

FJ: "I wasn't talking about Low!"

(Onslaught now grabs Low's head and begins slamming it off the ring apron. After about eight times Onslaught rolls Low into the ring. Onslaught quickly follows. He picks Low up and lands a BOOF! Buster. He covers Low. One... Two... We see Low throw a shoulder up.)

HS: "Onslaught thought he had Low. I think he has even worse plans for Low after the match. He just wanted to finish knocking Low out."

FJ: "You might be right, but that's why Low is the Greatest Sports Legend Alive Today! He can kick out of anything!"

(Onslaught smiles as he pulls Low up. He Irish whips Low into the corner and charges with a huge Clothesline that sends Low straight to the mat, sitting in the corner. We see Onslaught take a step back and the run forward, sending his knee through the skull of Low. Blood has started to leak from the forehead of Low. The Greatest Sports Legend Alive looks to be out cold in the corner as Onslaught begins to kick his face in a face wash style. We now see Onslaught hit the ropes at full speed. He rebounds and lands a huge running boot scrape. The gash on Low's head is even wider now. Onslaught now picks Low up as if he's going for the BOOF Bomb, but Low slips behind him.)

HS: "What a counter by Low."

FJ: "WOW! HE STILL HAS IT!"

(We see Onslaught turn around and we see Low waiting. In a slow motion type setting, we see Low jump up and land a step up enziguri. Both men hit the mat, falling like a ton of bricks.)

HS: "I think Low may have knocked Onslaught out."

FJ: "But at what cost. Onslaught's head is a long way off the ground. It isn't like landing on your feet. Both men have been through a lot in this match already."

(Both men slowly get to their feet. They meet in the middle of the ring. Onslaught throws a punch but Low ducks under it. Onslaught turns around and Low nails a couple of swift kicks that rock Big O. He see Onslaught bounce off the ropes and nail a clothesline. He picks Low up, still shaking the cobwebs and Low turns it into a small package which Onslaught quickly kicks out of before the referee can get in position. They reach their feet and Low goes for a dropkick, only for Onslaught to shove his feet away.)

HS: "Both men trying to shake off the affects of the match."

FJ: "Low looks to be the most responsive... Looked to be the most responsive anyway."

HS: "He has slowed down since missing that dropkick."

(The crowd begins to cheer as Onslaught raises a hand. We see slow finally get back to his feet. Like a surge of energy, Onslaught begins punching Low. We see Low hit the ground after each punch. After about five strong punches, we see the blood streaming from the forehead of Low like never before. He reaches his feet and ducks the clothesline from Big O. Onslaught rebounds, as does Low, and Onslaught sticks his large boot out and nearly beheads Low. We see Onslaught baseball slide of the ring due to the odd angle he had to perform the running boot. Onslaught flex's his muscles for the fans before rolling back in the ring.)

HS: "Onslaught just took Low's head off!"

FJ: "Thankfully he decided to slide right out of the ring."

HS: "I think the momentum had something to do with that."

FJ: "Low has all the momentum. Onslaught is right where he wants him."

(Onslaught crawls over to Low and slowly picks him up. He now backs Low into the corner. He pushes Low's arms over the ropes and he slaps his chest as hard as he can. We now see Onslaught nail a series of knife edge chops to the same part of the chest and finally Low's arms come free from the impact of the chest slaps. We see intense pain on the AWA's Commissioner's face.)

HS: "Low just got rocked. WHOOOO!"

FJ: "Don't start that crap."

HS: "WHOOO!"

FJ: "Ugh... Let's Go Low."

(Onslaught now begins to choke Low with his boot in the corner. We see the referee powerless to break it, although he tries to talk to Onslaught. Finally, Onslaught releases the choke hold and lifts Low in the air. He now applies a bearhug, and continues to squeeze the life out of Low. We see Low fading. The referee drops his arm once. The referee drops his arm a second time. The referee grabs his arm, and as it drops a third time, we see Onslaught drop him and Low's just standing in the ring like a ton of bricks.)

FJ: "IS HE STUPID? HE COULD HAVE BEATEN THE GREATEST SPORTS LEGEND ALIVE!"

HS: "Frank, if you haven't noticed, the lights are on, but no one's home. He can do whatever he wants to Low. Low is physically and mentally drained."

(Onslaught now quickly picks him up and lands a double A like Spinebuster. He looks outside and notices the time keeper. He walks over to the ropes and quickly slides out of the ring. He walks over and grabs the chair. He slams it off the mat outside a couple of times before rolling into the ring, chair in hand. We see Low slowly beginning to stir. He sits up, but he doesn't see the chair. He reaches his feet.)

FJ: "NO LOW! NO! DON'T GET UP!"

HS: "YES! DO IT TO HIM! WE'VE ALL WANT TO DRIVE A CHAIR THROUGH HIS SKULL!!"

(Onslaught swings the chair for the fences! And misses... Low falls down right in front of the chair, and Onslaught turns two full circles. He turns around and he's met with a superkick. We hear the crowd boo as he uses the move. Onslaught falls back towards the turnbuckle, chair in hand. Low now walks over to him, with an arrogant smile and blood running from his forehead. He now begins to chop the chest of Onslaught. WHOO! WHOO! WHOOO!After the third chop, we see Onslaught drop the steel chair. WHOOO! WHOOO! WHOOO! WHOOO! Low looks down at the chair.)

HS: "NO LOW! NO!"

FJ: "DO IT! EVERYONE HATES ONSLAUGHT! HE'S AN IDIOT!"

(Low picks the chair up and swings it at the knees of Onslaught. He nails both, with the right knee taking more of the pain. He does this repeatedly and we see Onslaught fall out of the corner, holding his legs in pain. Low tosses the chair down and walks over to him. He lifts up Onslaught's right leg, and drops an elbow on it. He now applies a small leglock, continuing to elbow away in the right knee.)

FJ: "Doing what he does best... picking his opponent apart!"

HS: "He tried to use a weapon to do so."

FJ: "So did Onslaught and you weren't complaining then. That's what you always say to me... right?"

(Low drops the leg bar. This time, he lifts the legs and applies the Low Profile. We see Onslaught screaming in pain. After a long struggle, we see Onslaught finally reach the ropes, only Low doesn't have to break. We see Low pull him back out to the center of the ring and really sit on it. Onslaught, through a rush of adrenaline, begins to crawl towards the ropes, but this time, crawls through them and Low breaks the hold to brace for his fall.)

HS: "Onslaught nearly tapped there. He was in a lot of pain."

FJ: "I don't think Big O can go much longer. He sucks nowdays."

(We see Low laughing as Onslaught pulls himself up. Low now has the steel chair in hand. As Onslaught turns around... THWACK! Low blasts him with the chair. Onslaught is now bleeding. Low continues to pound the head of Onslaught with the chair. He then, discards the chair and picks Onslaught up. He yells a few things to fans ringside, turns and kicks Onslaught in the stomach. LOW STUNNER!)

FJ: "LOW STUNNER! LOW STUNNER! LOW STUNNER!"

HS: "Things aren't looking good for Onslaught, folks."

(Low now applies the Low Standard. We can hear Onslaught screaming in pain. However, since they are on the outside of the ring, Onslaught can't get out of the hold until Low allows it. Low continues to leave the hold on, allowing his foe to suffer. Finally, Low breaks it.)

HS: "This is getting sick, folks."

FJ: "Low is showing why he's top on the ratings list. When he wrestles, he promises a show! Onslaughted wanted some... now he got some."

HS: "Maybe too much."

(Low picks Onslaught up, and now tosses him into the ring. We see him drag Onslaught to the middle of the ring. He walks over to the ropes. Climbs up to the top and jumps off landing a five star frog splash. Low now crawls over to applie the TDI! We see Onslaught once again crawling around the ring. This time, with much less force. He is barely able to get to the ropes. This time, he pulls himself through the ropes, along with Low. He spins his body and Big O lands on Low. We see Onslaught roll off. Low doesn't look to be in nearly as much pain as Onslaught.)

FJ: "Onslaught is just hurting himself! ONSLAUGHT SHOULD JUST TAP DAMN IT! TAP!"

HS: "Look was barely effected by that."

(Low now begins to stomp on Onslaught's leg. He begins to work it pretty good. He goes for a figure four on the outside, but Onslaught pushes him off. Low stops himself short of colliding with the guard rail. Low responds with a running knee to the forehead of Onslaught, to bring even more blood. Low now tries to apply the All-Time-Low but Onslaught somehow, finds a way out. We see Low back on his feet charging again.)

HS: "It's make or break time for the Big O! GO BIG O!"

FJ: "It's break time? That can't be right? I thought pay per views didn't have commercial breaks?"

(Onslaught catches Low dives forward with Low in a spinebuster position and just tosses Low in a spinebuster off the ring post. We see Onslaught hit the ground, and now hear Low screaming in pain... much to the fans delight! Onslaught grabs the ring apron and slowly walks over to where Low landed. He lifts Low up and nails the BOOF! BOMB! We see Onslaught just sitting there as Low's body rolls across the hard floor.)

HS: "Onslaught is on fire. This could be the beginning of the end."

FJ: "Oh no it isn't. LET'S GO LOW!"

(We see Onslaught finally pick up Low and roll him into the ring, after a much needed breather. Onslaught then collapses as he shoves Low further into the ring. Onslaught now rolls into the ring and drapes an arm across him. One... Two... THREE... No. We see the World Champion Jason Storm springboard into the ring and land an elbow drop on Big O. Storm now picks up Onslaught and backs him into a corner. He lands a European uppercut and begins chopping away. He seems to have upset Onslaught, as Onslaught grabs Storm, places him in the corner and slaps his chest five times, leaving a big red mark. Onslaught now lifts Storm above his head and launches him out of the ring. We see Low's back to his feet, but Onslaught drills him with a lariat. Onslaught goes for another cover!)

FJ: "I can't believe he just did that to our World Champion Jason Storm!"

HS: "I can! WAIT A SECOND!?"

(The Walters twins now book it down to the ring. One... Two... Both of them shove Onslaught off. They pull him up and begin Punching away. They send Onslaught to the ropes and be bounces off with a double clothesline that rocks both of them to the mat. They both get up, and Onslaught grabs them by their throats. He lifts them, and choke slams them down to the mat! Low is trying to get back up. Onslaught walks over to him and nails a DDT. He goes for yet another cover!)

HS: "There go the Walter's."

FJ: "This is not working well at all. YES! YES!"

HS: "Oh, no..."

(One... Two... Thr. This time a massive boot strikes down on Onslaught's head. We see the Squasher lift him up and back him into the corner. The Squasher begins to nail Undertaker like punches to Onslaught. After a long punching combo, we see Onslaught nail a back elbow. They begin to trade punches with the Squasher getting the better end. The Squasher hits the ropes but Onslaught drops under the big boot and the Squasher is now strattling the top rope!)

FJ: "The Squasher, too? At least that took a lot out of Onslaught."

HS: "Wait, someone else is coming!"

(We see President Travis Gray and the B.I.G. R.O.D. run down to the ring. They both roll in. They struggle to pull Onslaught up. He pushes Gray aside and nails the Big Rod with three knife edge chops. He turns to Gray who nails a punch to his chest. Onslaught just looks at him, and then lands a big right of his own that sends Gray flopping out of the ring.)

HS: "Onslaught just nailed Gray!"

FJ: "WHAT IS HAPPENING?!"

(Onslaught watches Gray hit the mat. Suddenly, he falls down. We see a replay of Low using a Ric Flair type knee clip to take Onslaught down.)

FJ: "Thankfully order has been restored."

HS: "Yeah, with every member of the Front Office helping."

(We now see Low pick Onslaught up and nail a shin breaker. Onslaught rolls across the ring, holding his injured leg in pain. Low walks over and tries to applies the Figure Four, but Onslaught kicks him off. We see Low fly forward and his bloodied head hit the ring post. Onslaught crawls up behind him. One... Two...)

FJ: "AND A KICKOUT!"

HS: "HOW!"

(Onslaught stands up, he nails another Boof Buster on Low. He goes for the cover, but again Low kicks out. We see Onslaught signal for the Boof Bomb. He tosses him to the ropes, and lands a big boot. After this, he picks Low, but immediately let's him back down.)

HS: "Wait a second?"

FJ: "Here comes of the SECOND WAVE OF THE FRONT OFFICE!"

(Everybody in the Front Office is now in the ring. We see one of the Walters charge in, and he's met with a big boot. The Other Walters jumps off the top rope, but ducks under the move. As he stands back up, Onslaught nails a huge Canadian Backbreaker. We now see The B.I.G. R.O.D. charge and he's met with a regular Backbreaker. The Squasher charges and he's met with a huge spinebuster, that sends him rolling out of the ring. We now see Travis Gray swing a chair... and TWHACK! However, Onslaught turns around, grabs the chair out of Gray's hands and blasts him with it! Every member of the Front Office has now rolled out of the ring as Onslaught looks over to Low... with blood trickling down both of their cheeks.)

FJ: "NO!"

HS: "Onslaught has just run through the entire FRONT OFFICE! TWICE EVEN! THERE IS NO ONE LEFT TO STOP ONSLAUGHT NOW!"

(The crowd goes nuts at the sight of Onslaught fending everybody from The Front Office off. Onslaught signals for the Boof Bomb and the crowd grows even more rabid. He picks Low up and Irish whips him into the ropes, then connects with a big boot to the commissioner's face. He pulls Low up and sets him up for the Boof Bomb, when suddenly a woman with long, wild pink hair, a skin tight black leather dress, lime green nylons and bright red latex high heel boots hops onto the ring apron.)

FJ: "Cosma! Cosma Galaktika is back!"

HS: "What is she doing here? We haven't seen her since her wedding ceremony with Onslaught went awfully wrong back at Overpower. And why doesn't she look the nine months pregnant that she should be by now?"

FJ: "I have no idea."

(The crowd gives a mixed reaction as they are unsure of where this is headed. Cosma climbs into the ring and says something to Onslaught that isn't picked up. Onslaught lets go of Low and looks a little confused at the sight of Cosma. As the camera zooms in on Cosma's face we can see tears streaming down her cheeks. She goes down on her knees and now we can read her lips and also hear what she says to Onslaught.)

COSMA: "I'm sorry. I love you. Please take me back."

(Onslaught looks emotionally confused, unsure of what to do at the sight of his former fiancé on her knees and crying. The decision is made for him as Low comes up from behind and nails Onslaught with a low blow. As the 7-footer winces, Cosma gets up, pulls off one of her high heel boots and smashes Onslaught in the head with it to the huge boos of the crowd. Meanwhile, ROD has slid a chair into the ring which Low picks up and swings into the hurting legs of Onslaught. Onslaught drops down to the mat and Low proceeds to smash the chair into Onslaught's legs... two times... three times... four times... five times. Much like in the early portions of the match. He then briefly hugs Cosma and yells "Thank you, Ric!" before applying the figure four leglock.)

HS: "And once again, words cannot describe the actions of the so-called Legendary Low."

FJ: "His schemes ARE as legendary as his in-ring exploits, Herb! How great is this? Cosma Galaktika is back and she is back where she belongs - at the side of New York's Finest." \

HS: "And he probably thinks using the figure four is a tribute to his idol, here in Charlotte, North Carolina of all places, when in reality he..."

FJ: "...when in reality he does just that. And he mentioned to me earlier tonight that he will use this hold more prominently now and shorten it to the TYR! Lock - 'Thank you, Ric!'"

HS: "Disgusting."

(Onslaught is fighting the TYR! Cosma is right there next to him, putting her face next to his and screaming insults at him. ROD is on the outside and slams his hands on the mat, cheering Low on. The referee asks Onslaught if he wants to give up, if he wants to tap out, but Onslaught defiantly shakes his head. His shoulders sink to the mat and the referee starts to count, but the No Limits Champion gets his shoulder up at two every single time. The crowd goes nuts cheering their favorite on.)

HS: "What a great display of resilience by Onslaught here! He fights Low with every ounce of strength that he has left!"

FJ: "But that strength is slowly leaving Onslaught's big body."

(And indeed Onslaught seems to lose whatever strength and resilience he had left. He sits up one more time, trying to reach Low with his long arms, but Low applies more pressure and Onslaught slowly sinks down. In one last act of defiance, he manages to roll one shoulder up before becoming unconscious. The referee lifts Onslaught's arm, then a second time, then a third time. He asks Onslaught if he wants to give up, but no response. The crowd goes silent, sensing they're on the verge of a decision here - and they are right. The referee calls for the bell!)

FJ: "It's over! It's over! He did it! Low did it!"

HS: "Yeah, and so did Cosma and ROD and pretty much everyone associated with The Front Office. What disgraceful display by the Hall Of Famer."

("Ode To Joy" begins to play and Low releases the TYR! Lock. He embarces Cosma and then raises her arm into the air as the crowd boos.)

(Quade allows himself to be removed from the melee. At the sight of Squasher's Suplex on Smith one of the guards on deSade moves to help restrain the big man and Quade Headbutts the security agent who has his hand on his shoulder. Rawstarr sees the opening and charges into deSade and the two lock up and guards try to separate them. Smith fights through the pain and shunt himself up the stairs and away from the fight.)

(Twisting Quade around Raw locks in a Full Nelson but Quade twists out of it and gets a hand free. Dropping to his knees Quade delivers a Low Blow that brings Raw don to his level; security swarms the two prone men but The Squasher dives in scattering men as he grabs a hold of both Quade and Rawstarr and yanks them to their feet then rattles their heads together before dropping Raw and pulling Quade clear he hammers a Closed Fist Punch that staggers Quade then drops him with a Spinning Backfist )

(Up on the stairs Smith sees The Squasher laying waste. The damage to his back makes is ignored and he climbs up on to the railing then leaps at Squasher's back and drops a sharp knee down into his shoulders bringing The Squasher to his knees. AC Smith rolls free scattering security everywhere.)

(Rawstarr moves through the crowd but has to go through Squasher before he can reach deSade. Rawstarr nails Squasher with an Ezugiri, The Squasher looks up at Rawstarr and Prince's jaw almost fall all the way the as he realizes he had no effect on Squasher. In desperation Rawstarr grabs Squasher's head with both hands and starts ramming knee after knee after knee into his face. Quade recovers slowly from the blow he took from Squasher and coughs up a little blood and a fair bit of bile as he tries to suck a clean lungful; of air. None the less he is able to pull himself up using the railings of the stairway leading up to the ramps entrance.)

(Rawstarr goes to town on Squasher slamming him with punches, forearms, kicks, slaps all the while ponderously gets to his feet despite the pain and damage being inflicted by Prince Rawstarr. The Squasher catches one of Rawstarr arms and pulls him close sneering at him. AC Smith lets Rawstarr have Squasher and sees deSade trying to slink off, he reaches out and grabs him by the shoulder of his coat and pulls him back; Smith doesn't waste words as he locks Quade into a Side Headlock and starts Punching Quade's face; Security tries to split Quade and Smith up without success; a Gut Kick from Quade catches Smith on his side as he is twisted away, the offending guard is shoved away hard by Smith and into Raw who manage to get himself free and was backing off as Squasher who is back on his feet; Squasher grabs the guard by his throat and Chokeslams him to the hard backstage floor; Rawstarr moves grabbing Squasher around his head into a Diamond Cutter move only to be grappled by Squasher and lifted high from his feet into a Gorilla Press Slam.)

(Having freed himself of the guard AC Smith Spears Quade deSade from the security guards holding him. The mass of men holding him absorbs some of the impacts but the collision with the steel frame supporting the entrance hurts; as Quade tries to get to his feet Smith snags both of his legs pulling back down with an Amateur Takedown cracking his head off the floor; Smith starts laying blow after blow against the stunned deSade then suddenly realizes there are no guards trying restrain him; The Squasher slams a Big Boot between Smith's shoulder blades ramming him into the same steel frame that Quade was speared into; smith shakes off the blow and turns on Squasher who grabs him by the throat; Smith slams a Standing Elbow into the side of Squasher's face, then another and another other, the strikes become faster and more furious until he forces The Squasher to break the choke hold on him; Quade deSade rises from the floor grabbing The Squasher around the waist at the same time as Smith and in unison both lift him high, up and backwards in a double Belly-to-Belly Suplex that drops The Squasher through the steel scaffold railing of the steps behind them and smashing through the wooden steps reducing it to rubble.)

(The love is soon lost as Quade turns on Smith and shoves a Thumb into his Eye; seeing Rawstarr getting to his feet Quade whips Smith into Raw's path and pulls himself up onto the top of the wrecked staircase and runs for the entrance.)

(Cameras out in the arena catch Quade as he comes through the exits at a jog looking behind him but seeing nobody slows to a walk.)

(Over by tunnels leading in from under the stands fans suddenly react to a commotion as Logan Alexander and Brian Williams appear out of seemingly nowhere trading blows with each other. Jeff Christiasnon leads Draven Shadows past the brawl by his hair and walks up the side of the rows flanking the tunnel. Draven becomes a little conscious and slams a massive right hand in Christianson's stomache halting their progress; Brian Williams backs Logan in to the crows and they both those their balance among the cheap seats and fall; Logan grabs Brian around his neck and shoves his face down the back of one of the folding seats anchored to the floor and fold the seat backup trapping his head. Using the next row down to brace himself he jams his foot into the bottom of the seat and crushes Williams' head.)

FJ: "I don't know if Logan is trying to crack Brian Williams open like a nut or suffocate him in the seating!?"

HS: "There is no doubt that what started simply as The Christiasnon Foundation's rivalry with the NPD back stage has spread like a wild fire among the roster of the AWA and we are witnessing here a free for all the like of which I cannot say I have ever witnessed before!"

FJ: "Nothing like a freebee Herb, it's like Christmas and Easter at the same time except is Jeff the Easter Bunny, and is does that make Quade deSade the Father Christmas!?"

HS: And here come Quade deSade, if it wasn't enough that he fought his way here in the company of The Squasher, Prince Rawstarr and no less than A.C. Smith as well he is charging up towards where his brother and Draven Shadows are struggling at the edge of a very nasty drop in front of that tunnel!"

(Logan senses the change in the crowd, looking around he sees Quade deSade moving towards Jeff Christiasnon and a change in Logan Alexander's face takes on a new focus. Pulling Brains Williams clear and dodging a stiff uppercut to his chin Logan somehow manages to point out the obvious and seems to get Brian Willaims' acceptance. The two then charge off to intercept Quade deSade and Jeff Christianson.)

HS: "Fans, earlier this evening, you saw a blatant hit-and-run on the Big Apple Asskicker, A.C. Smith. We now understand that Mark Keller is standing by outside the arena with a number of paramedics, let's take you to him now."

(We cut to a very chaotic scene just outside the Bobcats Arena, where Keller is indeed standing by. Doctors are loading A.C. Smith into an ambulance in the background as Keller speaks.)

MK: "Thanks Herb. I'm here now with the ambulance driver who first arrived on the scene, Nick Rubey. Nick, what can you tell us about Smith's condition?"

NR: "It's not good, Mark. The SUV hit the back of A.C.'s right ankle straight-on and then drove over it with one of the wheels. It looks like his ankle is broken in several places."

MK: "That's horrible news. Are you qualified to say how long Smith will be out of action for?"

NR: "It's tough to say right now. For one thing, the good news is that the driver didn't hit Smith higher up on his leg. That would put him out of the ring for a year at minimum. Usually, though, broken ankles are no joke. They keep someone from walking on their own for several weeks, let alone from participating in an activity as physically-demanding as wrestling. Once he starts walking, it's all a matter of how he rehabs the ankle and takes care of himself, but you should know that odds are he won't be back for a while."

MK: "Finally, do you have any leads as to the identity of the driver of that white SUV?"

NR: "None right now, no. The car did not have license plates, and the windows were tinted. Police have a description of the vehicle, but it matches hundreds of cars in the greater Charlotte area. Anyone with information should go to them as soon as possible."

MK: "Thanks Nick. Guys, a tragic situation here outside the arena, as A.C. Smith has effectively been put out of commission for a significant amount of time. Back to you, Herb."

HS: "Just a DESPICABLE series of events here in Charlotte."

FJ: "Whoever planned this is my hero! I LOVE IT!"

HS: "Frank...I don't think there are ANY words that could describe how disgusted I am with you right now. Let's just move on to the next match or something...goddammit."

HS: Ladies and gentleman I don't know where this is going ... we have been following a situation backstage involving The Christiasnon Foundation, The NPD and a number of AWA stars in what I can only describe as an episode of psychotic hysteria!"

(Quade stalls the advance of Williams and Logan by slamming a Kick into the gut of Chaos Stryke and delaying Brian Williams in the isle behind him. Quade runs off up the stairs to meet up with his brother Jeff Christianson who is lift sharp knees into the face of a doubled over but struggling Draven Shadows; Quade locks in a Full Nelson and yanks Draven up and Dark Warrior shift tempo and starts jabbing Draven rapidly. Jeff calls a warning pointing to Brian Williams and Logan Alexander; The Christianson Foundation dodges around the approaching danger and runs down the steps on the other side down towards the ring. The fans suddenly erupt and spotlights hit the entrance at the top of the ramp.)

FJ: "If payback is bitch then the bothers have a pack of them on their heels and there is blood in the air here in Charlotte, North Carolina!!"

HS: "The seeds of Quade's actions are bearing fruit; A.C. Smith and Rawstarr are ignoring each other at least until they catch up with Quade deSade and I don't think they are about to take a number to stand in line behind Brian Williams, Draven Shadows and Logan Alexander!!"

(Quade and Jeff slide into the erring with Williams, Logan and Draven somewhere behind. They turns and stop as they spot Smith and Rawstarr walking now as the reach the bottom of the ramp and spread out. The five men now circling the ring eye each other as much they two brothers. The bruises, the blood and the anger is all self evident as the cause for all of this. Then they charge the ring.)

(Jeff catches Rawstarr and snaps a quick DDT to the mats; Smith runs past Jeff nailing a Forearm into the back of Quade's head who has just stopped Williams dead with a Heart Punch; Draven drags Quade through the ropes and slams him in to the security barrier before gathering him up into a Bearhug; Christiasnon rises and takes a Slingshot to the nearest Corner hitting the post hard; Rawstarr get back to his feet as Smith starts directing traffic; Williams steps out on to the apron and only takes a second to line up a shot before slamming into Quade with a Leaping Clothesline, Draven releases and deSade is sent sprawling only to be pulled up by the scruff of his neck and rolled into the ring. Smith brings Quade to his feet, slaps the spit from his mouth and Shoulder Charges Quade into a turnbuckle; entering the ring Draven is pointed towards Quade, Rawstarr is gifted Jeff.)

Quade is set up for Draven's Cradle Shock while Brian Williams assists Prince Rawstarr to take some Raws Footage of The dark Warrior.)

(The fans already on their feet at the demise of The Christiasnon Foundation comes to an all new level as a figure charges down the ramp at the ring.)

HS: "The Squasher, and his pissed!!"

(Blind rage sends The Squasher swinging; smith ducks and rolls clear as do Rawstarr and Williams. Not to be cheated Draven goes for his finisher but is denied as Quade grabs the ropes. Quade kicks Draven free and drops under the ropes coming face top face with Smith who tags him with a hard left knocking him against the apron. Draven turns to stare into Squasher face and for a moment two giants stare each other down. Squasher slugs the Draven.)

FJ: "I think Draven bounced there Herb, I think Squasher just knocked Draven Shadows the f(bleep) out, cold!"

(in the chaos Jeff climbs the turnbuckle, he finds Rawstarr and jumps. Rawstarr is hit hard by Jeff's Flying Cross Body and carried past Williams and Logan into the steel steps. Logan and Williams waste no time with the opportunity and lay in about Christianson as Smith hits home hard on Quade deSade; Squasher reaches over and grabs Logan by his hair and pills him clear of the mats and on the apron, Williams looks up and takes in Logan's distress turns back on Christianson and pulls him up and into a Military Press, Christianson kicks free, comes down behind Williams and shove him hard into the apron. Jeff Irish Whips Williams to the steps as Squasher slams Lagans hard, down on to the canvas; Quade dodges a punch and Smith smacks the unforgiving turnbuckle. The sudden pain is shown in his face, Quade sees Squasher and an opportunity; Smith takes a Heart Kick from Quade and then is rolled into the ring. Quade starts shouting and gets The Squasher's attention. Quade starts pointing at A.C. Smith but the confusion in Squasher's eyes is clear as he struggles to choose between either A.C. Smith or Logan Alexander; boy men writhing and prone in the canvas.)

HS: "At last here's security!"

FJ: "I don't think they're here to bring the peace Herb. Look at their face. They've been smacked around by just about everyman here at the ring!"

HS: "These are professionals. They won't take it personally Frank!"

FJ: "They're all carrying nightsticks Herb I think a professional rapport is going to happen here in about five seconds!"

(Security mob the ring inside and out. There is no subtlety as the try to restrain and separate the wrestlers. Their success is varied; Squasher felling threatened starts heavy hitting and security starts dropping until more than half a dozen guards manage to grapple the big man and shove him into the ropes Away from everyone else; Smith reaches out suddenly and grabs Quade by his throat, guards garb on to both men but Smith Chokehold is like lockjaw as Quade desperately tries to throw punches t Smith all the time obstructed by the security guards.)

(Fans at ringside cheer as Christiasnon is pulled away from Rawsatrr and in to a ruck with guards. The pile on him and for a moment The Dark Warrior is lost under a wall of shirts. His struggle is eveident though as guards are shunted here and there by Jeff's efforts to break free. Then all is still.over on then other side of the ring Quade is quelled and pulled away from his struggle with Smith. Willaims shrugs off the hands of the guards on his houlder sas Alexander who both looka round the jerk back as they are startled by the barely restrained Squasher.)

(Quade seems to collapse under the weight of the security guards pinning him against the safety barrier then Hell breaks loose.)

(Guards over on the far side of the ring by Dark Warrior scream and stagger away with their hands to their eyes. Smith comes to his feet quickly as the guards holding him now release their grip and look for the cause of the commotion; Squasher is carried up and over the ropes by the press of guards, reaching out he grabs a couple pulling them with him to the mats outside the ring. Screams then come from the guards that were securing Quade deSade and again security employees drop to their knees or tear themselves free with hands over their eyes blindly walking into each other a, the apron or tripping over fallen colleagues; Jeff Christiasnon suddenly appears in the ring and Spears a confused Smith from behind. Logan and Williams jump Christianson just as Quade pulls free of his would be jailer and rushes the ring. Christianson turns to face Williams with something in his hands and a spray catches Brian Williams in the face; Quade slide in with a can of his own and catches Logan squarely with face full. Smith slips out, under the bottom rope as Draven still lies motionless in the ring. Williams and Logan wander sightless until Quade whips across the ring and into a Tree of Woe where deSade sprays another cloud of mace into his eyes. Jeff watches and guards his brothers back as Rawstarr sloathes off the steel steps and crawls away. Seeing that Quade has finished Jeff spots Williams, he measure the shot the slams a Superkick that strike the blind Williams sending him through the ropes and to the mat hard.)

HS: "I don't know how this happened. I don't know how Jeff Christiasnon and Quade deSade are still standing let alone seemingly victorious over this, this chaos. But there they are, The Christiasnon Foundation!"

(Quade calls for a mic and soon The Unholy Hero has a voice.)

Quade deSade: "Make it two. Make it four, make it eight, make it ten, twenty. Make it everyone on the American Wrestling Alliance roster!!":

Fans: "CHEERING!!!!"

Quade deSade: "Make it Onslaught, make it Low. Make it handicapped. In a cage, falls count anywhere, three-count, Iron Maiden, No Limits, Tag Team, United States, No Limits, World Heavyweight, make it up, change the rule. Play favorites and hated. Play your games. But above all other there is one thing you cannot do, nobody can do from Gray down to the man at the gate with a dollar for a ticket to this show!!"

Quade deSade: "Jeff Christiasnon, and Quade deSade cannot be ignored. You cannot side step us, you cannot pass us over. The Christianson Foundation is making its demands and we are making good on all of our promises past and present!"

Quade deSade: "It is time for the AWA to pay up, The Christiasnon Foundation is here to collect!"

(Quade tosses the mic to the side and both men slide from the ring and past the commentator's table. The rest of the wrestler; Smith and Williams. The NPD, The Squasher and Logan Alexander are corralled away from the ring by reinforced security determined to prevent the small war from resuming. Fans all around the ring cheer, reaching out for any of the AWA stars as first 'Kingdom Come' then 'After The Flesh' play as The Christianson Foundation exit the arena.)

HS: "Ladies and gents, it's time for our main event, where we will see---!"

FJ: "---Jason Storm roll over Logan Alexander like he has several times before."

("In the End" starts to play. After almost twenty seconds, a black, white, and silver coloured "Chaos Stryke" flag appears out in the crowd, indicating where Logan is making his way through the fans towards the ring. Many fans pat Logan on the back and high five him as he makes his way past. He reaches the ring barricade and climbs over. He then slides into the ring and walks around to each side with the flag hanging over his shoulder as he encourages the crowd. 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 then walks over to one corner far from the entry ramp and leans back in the corner, awaiting his opponent.)

HS: "And there is our challenger, Logan Alexander. He has done everything he possibly can to make sure that he got a World title shot tonight."

FJ: "Bull. If Jason Storm had done the things that Logan did to get the same exact shot, you'd call him an opportunist and 'dirty' or something. Logan put a pregnant woman's life--- and her baby's life--- in danger last week. He's a sick man. Jason Storm has never done that. How do you justify that, Herb? So Logan could get the shot that he wanted! I'll tell you, Maria has never done a thing to Logan Alexander. He had no right to put her life in jeopardy, and the bastard is LUCKY to have a job right now! Speak on it, Herb."

HS: "And Maria wouldn't be in danger if she hadn't been forced away from Evan Heir. Jason Storm hasn't done his job. He should have forbidden Maria from coming to ringside. She's eight months pregnant now and she has no business inside or beside a wrestling ring. Jason Storm has done disgusting things to get the World title around his waist. He broke apart a family and he ENJOYED doing it. Why?! Because of a pizza parlor."

FJ: "PIZZA AND PASTA! THAT'S INSULT TO INJURY!"

(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. Jason smiles and parts his robe, revealing the World Heavyweight title. Jason removes the belt then hoists it over his head, signaling the black and gold confetti to come pouring down.)

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: "And here is the man that Logan Alexander refers to as the paper champion, our World titleholder, Jason Storm."

FJ: "He is our rightful champion. And Logan Alexander has no right to call him fake."

(Jason rushes to the ring and slides under the bottom rope, locking eyes with Logan Alexander before he hops up to his feet and throws his robe off of his shoulders.)

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

(The music dies down and the crowd has already begun a large chant. Some people are chanting "Jason sucks!" while some are actually chanting "Let's go Jason!". Logan doesn't look effected by this, but the World champion doesn't either. The referee takes the belt from Jason and holds it above his head, showing the world what the two are fighting for. After showing it to each side of the arena, Chuck Ford takes the belt and hands it to the timekeeper. He then makes his way to the center of the ring and pats down both men, checking them for any sort of weapons or anything. Once he declares the men clear, he calmly explains the rules, if only to please the traditionalists and then turns, signaling for the bell to ring.)

HS: "And we are underway! Logan is finally going to get what he wants!"

FJ: "Woman-abusing little bastar--- Whoa!"

(Jason Storm lunges at Logan Alexander and takes him to the ground with a Lou Thesz press. He immediately throws hard rights and lefts down on his chest, head, and neck. Logan covers up and eventually manages to push Jason off. Both men get to their feet, but Jason is back on Logan within seconds after a Spear. He then continues to beat on Logan with closed fists, which prompts Ford to make a five count. Jason climbs off of Logan after four and motions for him to get up. Logan turns, checking his nose and mouth for blood. When he sees that he's clear, he gets up, but a flying forearm to the back of the neck knocks him between the top and middle ropes. Logan falls onto his knees on the outside of the ring. He turns around and Jason has landed on him with a high vaulting body press. Both men hit the ground and both look hurt for a moment, but Jason gets up and pulls Logan up with him. He lifts him up into a Side Slam position before slamming Logan spine-first across the announce table. He hits Logan with a few punches to the face and then runs to the apron, hopping onto it. Jason jumps off and goes for a double-axe handle to Logan's head, but Logan rolls out of the way. Jason rubs his hands together, obviously in pain from connecting with wood and not body.)

FJ: "Jason Storm doesn't seem to care about beating Logan right now. He just wants to beat him!"

HS: "Well, that's all fine and dandy, but it's a stupid move as a World champion. And he'll feel dumb when he loses this match."

(Logan hits Jason with two stiff kicks, one to the belly and one to the ribcage. Jason is forced to back up into the ring apron. Logan charges at him and with a single body splash, forces his spine in an awkward position against the canvas. Jason cries out in pain and Logan rolls him into the ring. Logan hops onto the apron and ascends to the top rope, not as quick as he'd have liked since he's feeling the recent effects of Jason's abrupt beginning to the match. Logan leaps off and delivers an elbow drop to Jason's chest. Jason holds his chest in pain, but Logan delivers quick kicks and stomps to his hands until he exposes his chest and then stomps that. Jason eventually rolls over onto his back and the crowd is wild, into this match. The minority that is cheering on Jason Storm, however, is sure to keep the "Let's go Jason!" chant alive, though it's overshadowed by the loud "LOGAN!" chants. Logan picks up Jason and holds him up in a suplex position, but slams him down sternum-first to the mat. Logan sinks to his knees and goes to lock in an abdominal stretch, but Jason is quick to roll to the ropes. Logan is forced to break away from Jason, but it doesn't stop him from getting a stomp to his gut as he gets up on the other side of the ropes. Logan comes towards Jason to grab his head, but his eyes are raked and he staggers back. Jason springboards off of the top rope and comes down with a sloppy Cross Body, but he hits enough of it to knock Logan onto his back. Jason drops a leg across his neck and then covers him, but gets a one count for his troubles. Jason is already back on top of Logan, mounting him, and delivering illegal closed fists. The referee starts a five-count, but he doesn't need to, for Logan blocks one of Jason's punches and hits him with a headbutt instead. It then appears that Logan is going for a Triangle Choke to the delight of the fans, but Jason is able to scramble away and back into the corner, glaring at Logan, who is now in a seated position. The crowd applauds the display thus far.)

HS: "What an excellent display of wrestling ability and athleticism!"

FJ: "Without a doubt. But Jason Storm has the edge, I can see it."

HS: "If you say so. I think it's pretty even."

FJ: "You would say that, wouldn't you?"

(When Logan gets to his feet, he locks up with Jason in the middle of the ring. He seems to have the advantage however, able to lean more of his weight onto Jason and then shift him into a headlock. Jason literally shoves Logan into the ropes. Logan bounces off stomach-first and backs into a waist lock, but Logan slips out of it and twists behind Jason, delivering a Reverse DDT. Jason puts his hands around his head and Loan goes for a cover, but only gets a count of two! Logan, not seeming discouraged at all, stands over the fallen World Champion and looks at him for a moment before lifting him up and delivering a hard Scoop Slam. He picks Jason up to deliver a second Scoop Slam and picks him up again, however this time drops him across his knee for a very crude backbreaker. Jason is breathing heavily and his face tells the story--- he's in an immense amount of pain. Logan twists him over onto his stomach and locks in a Single Leg Crab, really putting the pressure on the lower back of the World Heavyweight Champion. Jason cries out in pain and crawls to the bottom rope. He struggles, but he is able to reach it after about fifteen seconds of struggle. Logan breaks the hold, but is waiting on the center of the ring for Jason to get up. Jason uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet. Wisely, though, he turns around before backing up. Logan charges at him, but Jason is able to give him a hard shoulder to the gut. Logan bends over and Jason takes the opportunity to hit an Enzuigiri. Logan falls to his knees and he's then met with a Dropkick between the shoulders. His head hits the canvas hard and he puts a hand to his nose. Jason Storm pushes him over and rubs his forearm across his face while he holds him down for a cover. 1...2... And a kickout. Jason lifts Logan up and pushes him into the corner. He hits him with a few hard shots to the body and the head, but Logan is able to cover up and the referee forces Jason away from the corner. Jason raises his arms defensively, but then runs forward and hits a kick to the mid-section of Logan. Logan bends over and he is tossed out of the ring by Jason. Logan is able to land on the apron, but Jason steps out of the ring and runs at Logan, hitting a running kick to his head again. Logan's eyes roll into the back of his head and he tumbles to the floor.)

HS: "What a vicious assault! He is going to get disqualified if he keeps this up!"

FJ: "He's smarter than that, he knows what he's doing."

(Jason picks Logan up and slams his face into the ring barricade. Logan swings back, but Jason avoids his fist and Irish Whips him into the steel steps. The steps are separated and Logan sits against them breathing heavily. Jason, at this point has reached to the empty seat next to the timekeeper and grabbed a steel chair, prompting a mixed reaction from the crowd.)

HS: "...And you were saying?"

(Jason puts the steel chair in an unfolded position in front of Logan and then runs at it, kicking the chair. It flies into Logan's face and the chair bounces off. The referee makes a judgment call, deciding to not disqualify Jason Storm since he didn't actively hit Logan with the chair, but yells at him to not do it again. Jason waves the referee off and picks Logan up. Logan isn't giving much effort on his end to stand up. Jason puts slams Logan into the ring post and then drives his shoulder into his midsection. Logan hunches over in pain. Blood is dripping from his nose and when some of it lands on Jason, it's enough to motivate Jason to continue to attack him with knees, fists, chops, and kicks--- everything for about ten seconds until Logan is able to elbow his way out of it. Jason is only phased for a moment. Logan dives into the ring under the bottom rope. Jason grabs his legs, but Jason turns onto his back and kicks him away. Jason staggers back and Logan gets to his feet. Jason rolls onto the ring and hops up, but he's met with a Dropkick almost instantaneously. Both men get up at the same time and Jason runs at Logan again, going for a Clothesline. Logan ducks under his fist and reaches behind him, nailing a twisting neckbreaker. Jason's legs fly up as he hits the mat. Logan wipes the blood off of his face and gets up, signaling for the end to the crowd.)

FJ: "Logan's trying to end this right now? Well, he won't be able to do it. The bastard."

HS: "Wow, that's not biased at all, Frank."

FJ: "Jason Storm is too focused and too determined to get beat by this coward."

HS: "Coward?! Who was the one running and hiding for a month?"

FJ: "Coward. Who was the one abusing pregnant women and sulking in the corner?"

(Jason gets to his feet but backs right into Logan who hits him with one German Suplex, followed by a second one. Jason is dazed, but when Logan tries to lift him up into a Death Valley Driver, Jason quickly slips down behind Logan and hits a Bulldog, however he delivers it across his own knee, further insulting the injury done to Logan's nose. Logan is dazed, but he is well enough to block a punch from Storm and hit one of his own. It's not enough, however, for Storm is quick to hit a knee to Logan's gut and back him into the corner. Logan bends over, breathing heavily. Jason backs away to the other corner and shoots a dirty look into the front row as they chant "J-E-B!" but abruptly rushes forward to splash Logan in the corner. Logan, however propels himself up to the second rope and jumps through the air with a leaping forward-falling neckbreaker! Both men lie motionless in the center of the ring as the crowd is on their feet.)

HS: "My god! A flying cutter delivered to Jason Storm while both men were in mid-air!"

FJ: "That was sick!"

(Logan coughs violently and he opens one eye. The other one is starting to swell. Logan pushes Jason onto his back and covers him. Ford slides in for a count. 1... 2... No! The crowd and Logan Alexander are in shock. Logan sits up in disbelief, but he realizes that he has to keep the pressure on the cunning World Champion. He hits him with a left hand for good measure and then gets up. Logan doesn't seem to know what to do to put Storm away. He walks over to his legs and pulls them up, probably for a Sharpshooter. Jason kicks Logan away, violently. Logan stumbles back into the turnbuckles and Jason gets up to his feet. Logan runs at Jason again and hits him with a forearm club to the base of the neck. Jason is forced back to his knees. Logan backs inches away and measures Jason, only to run at him and hit a knee strike to his jaw. Spit flies out of Jason's mouth and he falls on his back. He looks like he has no idea where he is. Logan drops to his knees and covers Jason again with a simple lateral press. 1... 2... Kickout. Logan this time decides to hook both of Jason's legs. 1... 2... No! Ford declares that it was only a count of two. Logan shoots an angry look at the referee, finally showing that he truly is upset that he's not winning this match yet. Logan picks Jason up by his neck and twists him around. He delivers a hard Neckbreaker. Jason is barely moving on the mat and Logan sits, wiping more blood away from his face. He turns and looks at Jason before getting up. A few stomps are delivered to Jason's torso before Logan steps outside of the ring and climbs to the top rope. He teeters on the top for a bit before he leaps off hitting his second diving elbow of the matchup. Logan hooks Jason's far leg and covers.)

ONE!
TWO!
THR--- No! Jason's foot is on the ropes!

HS: "God, I thought that was three!"

FJ: "We all did, Herb, I was a little nervous I have to admit."

HS: "Now look at the challenger! Showing some frustration in this match!"

(Logan has mounted Jason and is hitting him with hard closed fists. Jason tries to cover up, but Logan is doing everything he can to make sure that Jason Storm is put away. Fist after fist connects with the champion's skull. Jason's head bounces off of the canvas with each shot. When Logan finally stops his assault, he gets up and walks toward the nearest camera, showing the blood on his fist, saying the words "this is what it's about". Another camera focuses on Jason Storm. Blood is trickling from his forehead, between his eyes as he puts his hand on the middle rope in an attempt to get to his feet. However, his efforts are futile and Logan Alexander runs to the ropes in front of Storm and springboards off, hitting a dropkick to his chest. Storm falls out of the ring and hits the mat. He begins crawling around the ring, towards the announce tables, unsure of where he is, but within seconds, Logan has made his way to the apron and jumped off, hitting a double-axe handle to the small of his back. Jason hits the ground with a loud smack! but Logan is quick to hoist him to his feet and pick him up in a Scoop Slam position, only to drop him jaw-first onto the announce table. The people in the front row, behind Herb and Frank let out a loud "OOOOH!" as this happens. A few people chant "Logan!" as well, but Logan isn't distracted. Logan pulls back the leather that separates the wrestlers from the concrete floor, exposing about five square feet of it. He drags Jason to the center and positions him in a standing Headscissors. Logan goes for a Piledriver to the delight of the audience, but Jason Storm has the wherewithal to block it. Logan goes again, but Jason drops to his knees and escapes the Headscissors. Logan makes a step towards Storm, but is met with a hard jab to the ribs. Logan is stunned enough for Storm to hop to his feet and smash the challenger's face into the canvas with a DDT! The crowd cheers from the show of brutality, but boos are present as well as most of this crowd is behind the challenger, not the champion.)

FJ: "YAY! Logan may not be getting anymore title opportunities after this one! Because he might not be able to move anymore! He'll be on a stretcher, loaded into an ambulance."

HS: "Both of these men may end up that way. Look at their faces. They're crimson masks, and I wasn't here to watch both of these wrestlers evolve into the superstars they are today, I don't think I'd be able to tell them apart. Not only are they evenly bloodied, but they're evenly matched. What a main event."

(Jason is the first to stir. He uses the bottom rope to get to his feet. Jason gets to his knees before the announce table and retrieves the cable for the monitor. He comes up behind Logan, who is on his hands and knees and begins to choke him with the cable. Ford yells at Jason to stop and begins to count him out, but Jason, wise enough to realize that he's close to being disqualified, drops the monitor, though ignores Ford's cries to get back in the ring. Jason drags a helpless Logan over to the bottom half of the steel steps and simply grabs his hair and slams his face into the stairs, not once, but twice. Logan lies motionless on the stairs. Jason Storm drags the bottom half of the stairs and Logan very close to the barricade. Logan's head still rests on them. Jason Storm climbs up onto the apron and looks behind him before he jumps up onto the middle rope and hits a springboard moonsault--- onto the stairs! Logan moved just in the knick of time and Jason crashed sternum-first into the steel stairs and bounced off, also taking down some of the barricade. A "HOLY SH!T!" chant has started as both men lie on the outside.)

FJ: "Yeah... Yeah... Great, but Logan can't win the match out there."

HS: "These men are putting their bodies on the line!"

(The camera focuses on the World championship.)

HS: "And it's all for that right there!"

(Logan gets up slowly. He stumbles a few times, but gets up and picks Jason up as well. Logan rolls Jason into the ring under the bottom rope and crawls in. It takes some effort, but he crawls over Jason and hooks his leg.)

ONE!
TWO!
THRRRRRRRRRRRRRREE—KICKOUT!

HS: "Unbelievable."

(Logan Alexander puts his hands together and buries his head in his forearms for a while.)

HS: "What's it gonna take?!"

FJ: "It's going to take the whole locker room. That's what."

(Logan gets to his feet, unsure of what to do anymore. He picks Jason up, and the barely-conscious World Champion is not cooperating. Logan picks Jason up and puts am arm around his shoulders... and delivers a Reverse STO! Logan, instead of going for the cover, floats over Jason and locks him in the Revised Chaos Theory! The crowd cheers in approval. Jason Storm's eyes shoot open and he cries out in pain, but he finds himself unable to say much more after that. Logan has the move locked in perfectly. Jason raises his arm, but he does not tap out. He reaches for the ropes, but simply can't do it. Jason is fading and quickly. It's a mix of the pain and the blood loss. Logan wrenches the move, crying at the top of his own lungs as he adds more pressure, but it doesn't seem to be worth it since Jason is out cold anyway. The referee picks Jason's arm up and lets it fall loosely to the mat once.)

ONE!

(Chuck picks Jason's hand up about five seconds later and lets it fall to the mat a second time.)

TWO!

(Chuck picks Jason's hand up once again, but this time, Jason grabs the referee's wrist. Chuck Ford's eyes widen and Jason pushes the referee away. He begins to squirm wildly to get out of the hold and delivers elbows to the ribs of Logan Alexander before swinging his own legs over the bottom rope. The referee, still favoring his wrist, tells Logan to let go. An enraged Logan waits until the count of four before he breaks the hold and then rolls to the center of the ring, climbing to his feet. Jason gets up as well, rubbing his sore neck. Logan runs towards Jason, forcing him against the ropes and then Irish Whips him across the ring. Jason hits the ropes and comes back. Logan goes for a Super Kick, but Jason ducks under his foot. Logan's sole misses Jason's head by fractions of an inch, evident as some of Jason's hair is hit. Logan spins around, but is met with two jabs to the face followed by a discus lariat by Jason Storm, which is able to level Logan Alexander.)

FJ: "Quick thinking and effective thinking by our EXCELLENT World Champion!"

HS: "He's not quick, he's sudden, and that combo may have turned the tide."

(Jason lifts Logan up and puts his neck over the middle rope, choking him out with his knee. Chuck Ford, who must be sick of the five-counts at this point, counts all the way to four before Jason steps off of Logan's neck and pulls the middle rope, which shoots Logan off of them and onto the canvas. Jason goes to the turnbuckles and ascends to the top. He throws up a familiar "V" signal to the crowd, which earns him boos, but Jason only smirks in response. He then jumps off of the top rope and delivers a Corkscrew Moonsault! However... Logan is able to get his knees up and Jason doesn't connect the way he'd have liked. Logan slowly gets to his feet and goes to grab Jason's legs again, but Jason grabs Logan's head and pulls him down into an Inside Cradle!)

ONE!
TWO!

HS: "Logan Alexander barely kicked out of that! What a close call!"

FJ: "Guarantee that the little bastard would have been knocked out of title contention if he lost like that."

(Logan gets up but Jason kicks him in the midsection and twists him around, this time going for a backslide pin. 1... 2... Logan rolls out of it and slowly climbs up to his feet. Jason and Logan meet in the center of the ring and they lock up inadvertently, both going to grab the other. Logan has the advantage once again and lifts Jason up again, able to shift him in his arms for a sloppy Half-Nelson suplex. Jason is more surprised than hurt and crawls back to his feet, only to walk into a kick to the midsection by Logan, followed by a double-leg takedown. Logan positions Jason toward the nearest turnbuckle and slingshots him--- right into Chuck Ford! Chuck crashes hard and falls out of the ring between the middle and bottom rope, lying motionless on the apron. Logan Alexander, however, has no idea what has happened and as Jason stumbles back to him, Logan PLANTS him with the LA Shockwave, earning a huge pop from the crowd! Logan hooks Jason's legs and holds him for about five seconds, before he finally realizes that Chuck Ford has been rendered unconscious.)

FJ: "See? Logan is an idiot. He took the referee out. How do you win a match without a referee?!"

(Logan walks towards Chuck, but Jason Storm delivers a Low Blow to Logan the moment he gets off of him. Logan sinks to his knees and the crowd shows their disapproval. Jason gets up with a smirk, despite the crimson mask that adorns his face. Jason locks in a Dragon Sleeper and then rolls back... locking in ROLL THE DICE! Logan is in obvious pain and can't go anywhere. He is completely limp after twenty seconds of being locked in the hold. Jason loosens the hold and smirks, picking Logan up and holding him by his hair. Jason talks to the barely-conscious Logan Alexander, screaming obscenities and insults toward him--- however the crowd roars within seconds.)

HS: "Why is everyone..."

FJ: "What's HE doing here?!"

(Evan Heir slides into the ring under the bottom rope with a steel chair in hand. Logan Alexander pushes Storm away and turns around. Heir swings the chair at Logan's head--- but Logan ducks! The chair connects with Jason Storm! Storm falls to the mat, limp. Evan looks down at the fallen champion and then simply shrugs. He tosses the chair aside and turns to Logan. Evan levels him with the PDA! Logan's eyes roll into the back of the head and he falls forward on top of Jason Storm. Evan rolls out of the ring and hops into the audience, rushing up the stairs and away from the "action" in the ring.)

FJ: "If he wins this way, I swear, Storm will never let him live it down."

(The crowd cheers as referee George McGreggor runs down to the ring. He slides in under the bottom rope and makes the count as the crowd counts along.)

ONE!
TWO!
THRR--!

HS: "It's over!"

FJ: "No it's not! Storm's shoulder's not on the mat! And George sees this! Look!"

(Storm barely gets his shoulder off of the canvas. He puts it back down after managing to push Logan off of him. Logan Alexander sits up, not sure where he is. Logan looks around before he slowly pushes himself to his feet. Jason Storm gets up as well. Logan backs up and bounces off of the ropes. He goes for a hard Clothesline, but Jason Storm has enough sense to duck and hit a shuffle kick to Logan's side, forcing him to the ground. Jason then goes for a buzzsaw kick, an obvious setup for Your Destiny, but Logan ducks under that and grabs Jason's leg, spinning him around completely and pushing him towards the turnbuckles. Logan Alexander grabs Jason Storm's head and delivers the STRYKE FORCE INVERSION!)

HS: "He beat Jason Storm with that move before! Will history repeat itself?!"

(George makes the count as Logan pins Jason Storm.)

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!

HS: "Logan won! LOGAN WON!"

FJ: "NOO!"

HS: "YES!"

FJ: "NO! I mean REALLY! NO! Jason Storm's foot is on the bottom rope AGAIN!"

HS: "You can't be serious."

(Logan screams out in frustration, but it's these few seconds that his eye is off the ball and he is yelling at the referee, that Jason Storm hits him with a buzzsaw kick to the back of the head. Logan is spun around by the impact and Jason runs forward with a knee strike, nailing Your Destiny! Both men lie on the ground for about five seconds before Jason pushes himself up and goes to the turnbuckles. He climbs to the top and it looks as if he's going to finish Logan Alexander off with a Moonsault, the one that he didn't get all of the last two times he tried. Storm looks determined, and blood gushes from his face. He doesn't look like he's recovered from everything that was thrown at him in the past couple of minutes. However, as he sits on the top, a bloodied and bruised Logan Alexander, with one eye swollen shut, pushes himself up to his feet. He hops onto the top rope along with Jason Storm, and uses whatever energy he has left to nail an inverted Stryke Force Inversion, this time with both men situated on the very top rope. They fly all the way to the center of the ring and Logan Alexander looks to be in just as bad shape as Jason Storm after the move and he lies motionless on top of him.)

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!

DING!
DING!
DING!

HS: "HE DID IT! HE DID IT!"

FJ: "...Jason Storm just never recovered from that chair shot, that's all."

HS: "Frank, bull. Logan Alexander did what he said what he was going to do. Logan Alexander has just ROCKED Jason Storm!"

FJ: "Mhm, I suppose. But remember. Paper always beats rock."

(Frank Jackson removes his headset, but Herb Summers continues to commentate.)

HS: "I don't care if you think that it's because of the United States champion's interference. I don't know what that was about. I don't know if it was intentional for Heir to hit Storm or if he made a mistake, but it makes no difference. Logan Alexander prevailed. He overcame the odds! It's been years and LOGAN ALEXANDER--- look at that confetti!--- Logan Alexander has won the big one! Jason Storm said nothing would stop him from retaining the title. Whatever you may think, Logan Alexander just won the big one and Jason Storm ended up proving himself wrong. What a night! WHAT A NIGHT!"

("In the End" plays and the crowd celebrates as Logan Alexander holds his World championship above his head. Confetti rains down and fireworks go off at the top of the ramp. The crowd is on their feet, drowning out the music and the rest of Herb's commentary.)

HS: "...LOGAN... ALEXANDER... TONIGHT... WORLD... CHA...!"

(Logan cries as he hugs the World Championship belt that is handed to him. As we fade from the air, the camera focuses on the blood that has almost completely soaked the once-white canvas. We fade out as Logan crades his newly won World Heavyweight Championship.)

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