(When we're cut into the arena, we see a HUGE pyro display on the Vortex stage and in the ring. When it's over, the lights come in the arena and we see that the place is PACKED with rabid AWA fans. High above the ring we see the Hell in a Cell in the rafters with a cage inside of it. We cut to ringside where our announcers are standing by for us.)

HS: "Welcome everyone to Vortex, sponsored by AT&T. We're coming to you LIVE from Chicago's Allstate Arena in Illinois. I'm Herb Summers and joining me this evening, as always, is the incomprable..."

FJ: "...and incredibly SEXY Frank Jackson!"

HS: "Uh..."

FJ: "While Herb is speechless, I'll tell you that we have one FANTASTIC show lined up for you tonight! We get to see the results of the votes as done by YOU, the AWA fanbase on the six matches about to take place here tonight!"

HS: "Our opening match for this evening is between two men that have never stepped foot in an AWA ring before. Two rookies to the AWA that will show us tonight why they were offered a contract here in the AWA. Brad Pierce and Marcus Thompson will compete in either a Best of Three Falls match, an "I Quit" match, or a Cage Match. As you can see, we have the cage assembled and is hanging above the ring surrounded by the Hell in a Cell cage."

FJ: "Brian Williams and Jayson Price will fight what may be their last match here tonight. Tonight, we will find out whether these two men will do battle in either a Casket Match, a Taipei Death Match, or a Hell in a Cell match."

HS: "Speaking of rivalries, tonight, NPD members Rawstarr and Draven Shadows will face the Christianson family in Jeff Christianson and Quade deSade. Their stipulations are either a Hardcore Tornado Tag Match, a "Title Shot" on a Pole, or a Canadian Death Match, which I'm being told will be held in the United Center if chosen."

FJ: "And then we have the three championships being defended tonight. The first of which is the Cruiserweight Championship featuring Logan Alexander defending against Evan Heir. I'm sure with Logan trying to get in good with Heir's sister, we're going to have something happening here. These men will face each other in either a TLC Match, a Submission-Only Match, or a 30-Minute Iron Man Match."

HS: "The next title match of the evening is the No Limits Championship with Sir Nathaniel Henry Lee GBE taking on Onslaught for the second straight PPV event. Onslaught came up short in his last go with the British Knight and he hopes to actually make a dent and get what he feels is retribution on Sir Henry over his alleged involvement in the firing of Brian Stevens from Damage, Incorporated and the AWA. Tonight they will face each other in either a Triple Glass Table Match, a Parking Lot Brawl, or a No Holds Barred Match."

FJ: "For the main event of the evening, we have the World Heavyweight Championship match featuring Jason Storm defending his title for the very first time against A.C. Smith, someone who isn't a stranger to Storm in the ring. Tonight, Storm's first World title defense will be in either a Falls Count Anywhere Match, a Last Man Standing Match, or a No Limits Rules match."

HS: "It seems our wrestlers have their work cut out for them tonight."

FJ: "It sure does. But it makes for GREAT entertainment!"

(After The Flesh by Thrill Kill Kult plays.)

HS: "Quade deSade, looking like he has something on his mind. I have no idea what it could be, he never seems to focus on any one thing for very long."

FJ: "A.D.D."

HS: "What?"

FJ: "A.D.D."

FJ: "Attention Deficit deSade!"

HS: "Shoot me now."

(Quade climbs into the ring. Taking his time he lets the fans around at ringside boo, jeer and heckle him. Finally Quade speaks.)

QUADE: "So, you have bought your tickets. You have found your seats, you have your watered down beer and over priced hot dogs and now you want to be entertained; I am not out here tonight to justify the price any of you have paid to get in here. I am out here for my self!"

HS: "The fans certainly not appreciating Quade deSade's less than selfless motives.'

QUADE: "For the last two years I have been bounced around inside the American Wrestling Alliance, punished for my independence, abused for my philosophies. I have have been forced in to matches I would have never have signed up for and I have been insulted by those who think they can dangle a gold belt in front of me like a carrot on a stick!"

FJ: "He's right you know!"

HS: "What do you know Frank; Quade has been in there nearly a full minute without drawing blood and you're almost asleep."

QUADE: "And I know why!"

QUADE: "Fear; I can smell it. Fear about what I might do if I got my hands on their championships. I know the truth about all of this you see. It doesn't really matter who is wearing the belt as long as they are popular. It does not even really matter which belt as long as they can get a reaction out of any of you Pavlovian mongrels!"

FJ: "He's using those big words again. Anyhow what have dead, fat opera singers got to with this Herb!?"

HS: "Here's some water Frank, time for your pills."

QUADE: "Now tonight my half-brother Jeff Christianson (the fans cheer, Quade lets the ovation roll), The Dark Warrior is going to stand with me in that corner there when NPD comes down that ramp. Tonight two men, Prince Rawstarr and Draven Shadows will step into this ring and face two men, they will find themselves not facing a tag team. They will find themselves facing Quade deSade and Jeff Christianson; neither of these men will be handicapped by the conventions of Tag Team competition regardless of how the A.W.A. fans have voted!"

(The fans cheer at the mention of the stipulation voting for Vortex '08. Quade waits for the mob to settle.)

QUADE: "Rawstarr you have disrespected my brother and I do no care. You have brought back memories of how you attacked me with a steel cheer and I do not care. You have taken Draven Shadows side in something you had nothing to do with, and now I care, I hope you are happy now. But know this O' Prince that between the time when you re-formed NPD with Draven Shadows and the moment you signed the contract for Vortex you had only borrowed time. Boast and brag about my defeat at your hands and do not think on your tag team partner who also made those very same claims. I want you play it up and strike a sexual innuendo's at my expense. We both know it is denial and we both know that you are (bleep)"

FJ: "I think they knew he was gonna say that Herb!"

HS: "I have never in six years heard Quade desade cuss!"

FJ: "And we still didn't thanks to to vigilant censors of the F.C.C."

QUADE: "Draven I have nothing more to say to you ......"

HS: "I guess he hasn't."

(Quade lets the ant-climax settle in over the mob.)

QUADE: "Jeff."

(The tone of the crowd shifts at the mention of Dark Warriors name. The cheering for Quade deSade's half-brother is muted; a case of guilty by association?)

QUADE: "Once upon a time it would have been you standing where Draven will be standing tonight. Our father has been calling me every hour of every day this last week to remind me of the difference. I know he is sitting there with you right now giving you the same speech about me and Rawstarr."

QUADE: "Remember this as well. I am the bastard between us Jeff, I am the illegitimate son of a man who would be father to both of us: The Christianson Foundation. He is an old man Jeff, scared of having to answer for those things that nobody held him accountable for in his younger days. another old man feeling his mortality and looking for the evidence that he was ever here desperate to create a legacy. It is too much Jeff ... it is not enough. There is plot in a cometary in Sword, Northern Ireland to prove it."

QUADE: "I fight alone. Every victory and every loss is mine alone ......"

(Quade trails off from the all too familiar line. The crowd murmurs, there is no jeering or cat calling. The AWA cameras close in on Quade deSade, his face shown up on the Ameritron is still; no cold, crocodile smile in Chicago, Illinois.)

QUADE: "... but tonight I will stand beside my brother."

HS: "I may not have heard Quade deSade cuss but what he has just said is ... is"

FJ: "What has he done, never in six years of AWA wrestling has Quade deSade said he would support another wrestler. He has just thrown away the very thing that serrated him from every wrestler past and present in this company. Nobody has ever shunned the system like Quade deSade, and now he has sold out!?!?"

(We cut to the backstage are where we see Sir Nathaniel Henry Lee GBE arriving at the arena. He's rolling his suitcase behind him while wearing a fine silk three-piece suit, black, with thin gray pinstripes spaced about an inch apart from one another running down the suit. His blue French-cut has a white, narrow collar and his dark blue tie is tied in a large Windsor knot. Sir Henry unbuttons his coat and we see the AWA No Limits Championship belt around his waist as he walks towards his room.)

NHL: "I HATE these bloody Chicago drivers! We're THREE hours late!"

SARAH: "Calm down. You still have plenty of time to get yourself ready for the match."

(Sarah's wearing a pair of dark blue jeans and a loose fitting black blouse, button down shirt with the top's collar being low cut and showing off her cleavage.)

NHL: "I just hope I don't run into Benjamin in these hallways. I'd hate to start the show early without even knowing what kind of a match I'd be wrestling in."

SARAH: "If you call what you're going to do tonight wrestling..."

(Sir Henry stops.)

NHL: "Did I ask you for your opinion? Because if I did want your opinion, I'd beat it out of you until your eyes burst. Do you understand me?"

(Sarah chokes back some emotion and just hangs her head and nods.)

NHL: "Splendid."

(Sir Henry and Sarah continue down the hallway as we cut to Herb and Frank.)

HS: "I hope Sir Henry gets what he deserves tonight. He doesn't even deserve his knightly title."

FJ: "Watch it, or else he'll beat you until YOUR eyes burst."

HS: "Oh be quiet!"

(The Allstate Arena is completely dark, but the usual rabid Chicago crowd is making a lot of noise. Suddenly, a single spotlight shines on the stage and "Hail To The Chief" begins to play. The crowd boos as AWA President Travis Gray walks out onto the stage.)

GRAY: "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome your Master of Ceremonies for tonight's fifth AWA Vortex event... he is the greatest Champion in AWA history... the biggest drawing card in all of professional wrestling... ladies and gentlemen, YOUR Ultimate Champion and AWA commissioner... THE LEGENDARY LOW!"

(President Gray points upwards as Beethoven's "Ode To Joy" begins to play.)

FJ: "Freude schöner Götterfunken, Tochter aus Elysium!"

HS: "What are you singing?"

FJ: "Die Ode an die Freude!"

HS: "Uh huh."

(Several spotlights focus on one of the skyboxes of the Allstate Arena, where we see The Legendary Low, a microphone in his hand, wearing a custom made black suit with a white shirt and an orange tie. He spreads his arm and turns around, presenting himself to the crowd as what seems to be his new entrance theme majestically blares over the arena's PA system. The music finally dies down and Low addresses the rabid crowd.)

LOW: "Chicago, Chicago... funny, in seven and a half years, I have never had a great moment in Chicago. I have no clue why, because I probably even had a great moment in Miesenheimer, North Carolina. But still, Chicago, you are one of the loudest and best crowds in all of America!"

(Low gets some cheers for that comment.)

LOW: "And still you don't deserve seeing YOUR AWA commissioner down there with the common people like you. Nuh uh, I'll stay up here in my luxurious skybox, soon to be joined by my new close personal friend President Gray, Chantal the waitress serving us cold champagne with the snap of a finger, just like that! I've rubbed elbows with the regular people like you for seven years and what did I gain but a sore neck, two very expensive pieces of real estate in the heart of Manhattan, fancy cars, infinite fame, money, glory and notoriety? Absolutely nothing, so my sore neck and I will stay up here and comment on the happenings down there while announcing what you, the normal mortal ones, have voted for in the voting for AWA Vortex 2008."

(The cheers have turned into boos as Low spoke his long monologue. Low reaches into his sports coat's pocket and removes a stack of cards.)

LOW: "Now, our first match of the night picks..."

(Low rubs his eyes but can't seem to read what's on the card. He takes out a pair of glasses, but still, the 11-time World Champion seemingly can't read the names of the first two participants.)

LOW: "I have no clue who is picked against who here, two new faces with names that don't matter to The Greatest Sports Legend Alive. I'll just call them John Doe and John Doen't."

(Low chuckles and it is clear to us now that Low is going to announce the stipualtion for the match between MARCUS THOMPSON and BRAD PIERCE.)

LOW: "30% of you wanted to see a BEST-OF-THREE-FALLS MATCH... 33% of you wanted to see an "I QUIT" MATCH... and 37% of you voted for the WINNER: a STEEL CAGE MATCH! Lower the cage!"

(The camera focuses on the cage as it is lowered and the we cut from the skybox into the middle of the arena.)

HS: "Well it is go time for the two newcomers of the AWA to step up and show everyone what they got."

FJ: "Its going to be awesome because its going to be a Steel Cage Match."

("Forget to Remember" by Mudvayne begins playing as the lights dim to different shades of red. Smoke begins filling up the top of the stage as BRAD PIERCE steps out from behind the curtains. As the smoke clears BRAD beams down cockily as he extends his arms out and circles around at the top of the stage posing. Dropping his arms he begins making his way down the ramp. Spotlights begin spinning around up in the rafters a dark blue and silver as he climbs up onto the apron and stands up at the turnbuckle. With one final pose he leaps over the ropes and lands on the inside of the ring.)

(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: "Well the cage has now lowered around these two."

FJ: "Blood, Violence, and Mayhem."

(The ref signals for the bell. Brad is distracted by the fans at ringside letting Marcustake advantage with a superkick to start off the battle.)

HS: "This match starting off with a cheap shot."

FJ: "It wasn't cheap, it cost him a whole chin."

(Marcus sees that Brad is down and runs for the steel cage door. The ref on the outside takes to long to open the door. Brad grabs Marcus and slams him down with a scoop slam. Brad comes off the ropes and drops a elbow drop to Marcus. Brad drags Marcus closer to one of the buckles. Brad climbs up to the top and then waits for Marcus to recover. Marcus still a little dazed turns right into a crossbody.)

HS: "Marcus hasn't been able to get in any offense."

FJ: "Well thats what you want from your foe. No offense."

(Brad picks up Marcus on his shoulder and runs torwards the cage. Marcus slides off and pushes Brad into the cage. A few drops of blood roll down Brad's face. Brad recovers quickly and nails Marcus with a wicked clothesline that turns Marcus inside out. Brad picks Marcus back up on his shoulder once again and rams Marcus into the cage. Now blood flows from Marcus' face.)

HS: "Both men are now busted open."

FJ: "Yay!"

(Brad now stalks Marcus, who is still loopy from the blood. Marcus turns around and gets lifted up onto Brad's shoulders. Brad hits a smaller version of his F.I.S. Brad looks down at the fallen Marcus. He the points to the cage as the fans go into a frenzy. Brad starts climbing the cage. He reaches the top as he stares down at Marcus. He jumps off the cage, but MISSES high flying Pierce The Heart. Marcus rolls to his feet and stumbles towards the door of the cage. He opens it up and walks out of the ring before Brad Pierce can react to it after missing his Pierce the Heart. Marcus Thompson wins.)

HS: "That was one hell of a match, Frank. That kid showed everybody in the back that he means business."

(In the back hallways of the Allstate Arena, we find the current Cruiserweight champion making his way along aimlessly, brooding quietly by himself. He seems quite lost in thought that he doesn't seem to notice the current World Heavyweight champion standing further down the hallway ahead of him.)

STORM: "Why, fancy seeing you, Logan! How are you doing today?"

(Storm looks shamelessly happy after the way he sexually assaulted Logan's girlfriend. Logan comes to a stop. His gaze remains on the floor, but after a few moments he lifts his head and meets Storm's gaze. He then straightens up and smiles at Jason.)

LOGAN: "Me? Well, I'm feeling absolutely wonderful today Jason."

(As Logan speaks it's very hard to tell if he's genuinely in a good mood, or if he's a really good actor, as his expression doesn't waver even slightly.)

STORM: "Good! I thought you might be down in the dumps, what with the prospect of getting creamed by Evan for the upteenth time now. So I thought I'd bring you a gift!"

(Storm holds up a DVD of Sienna laughing her head off; nude except for the titles tastefully blocking key parts. "TICKLE BITCH!! UNEDITED, UNCENSORED, NON-STOP!" Logan inclines his head slightly.)

LOGAN: "Tempting... but I'm not really interested at all. The sneak preview was disappointing enough. It seems that just about any no talent hack can land the leading male role nowadays. Must be why you keep appearing in them week after week."

(Storm smiles, not missing a beat)

STORM: "And yet, they keep getting offered to me, so I must be doing something right. Not like all three of the times YOU'VE been offered that leading male role and...flopped...each time. Besides, I don't think anyone in their right mind would purchase this to see ME."

(He pushes it forward and holds it back, all the while whispering 'Sienna' at Logan. Logan smiles right back at Storm.)

LOGAN: "True. Most people don't want to see you at all. Leaves me wondering as to why your owners put that belt around your waist. Guess they just want to see how well the puppet dances I suppose."

STORM: "Dances better than you do, obviously; I mean, first try and already the champ! How long did it take you to dance your way to a World title...oh wait, that's right, you don't have one. By the way, she screams 'LOGAN!!!!' Quite a lot."

LOGAN: "She does, does she? Most guys take offense when they are spending 'quality' time with a girl and they keep saying someone else's name. Guess you're used to that too. As for that World title... you're no one's champion Storm, not even in name. You are just a placeholder. You always have been and you always will be. The only thing you're going to have to do is keep that belt looking shiny until Evan or I take it from you."

STORM: " One, I've beaten you both, and without Maria to stop me, Evan can't beat me. Two, first you say I'm one of the best, then you say I'm a place holder. Make up your mind, bitch. Three, who said she was crying FOR you, Logan? She was CRYING for you, if you get my drift."

LOGAN: "First off... you're good in the ring, but you're nowhere close to being one of the best."

"Second of all, having a title handed to you, doesn't make you a champion. You're not going to be holding that belt for very long... and until then, you the World title holder, not champion, Jason."

"And third... I don't know what you think shoving your video garbage in my face is going to accomplish. Your games work well on Evan, but at you'll notice I didn't go out and beat the crap out of you last week when I had the chance. The games you are playing don't have the same impact on me that they have on Evan. So you can stand there and keep trying to get me worked up so I make a mistake... but you're going to have to go a lot further than these silly little games."

(Jason laughs; he can't help it, he really thinks this is funny.)

STORM: "You know, you talk a lot of crap from someone who was so desperate to win the belt that you had Low referee one of your matches, Logan. Sure, he sabatoged you, but still, not like you knew at the time or protested when he refereed. As for me; I won Hellbowl Chamber, beating Brian Williams--who beat Low in a WRESTLING match and not in some Barbed Wire Brawl just a week before--AC 'I Suck' Smith, Jayson Price, Jeff Christianson and my bitch Mark Cross in the process. I eliminated more people and lasted longer than anyone, beating all the top contenders for the title at the time. And guess what, Logan? You weren't on that match. You weren't considered a top contender before Mark Cross or Jeff Christianson, Logan. You're in no position to be talking about 'place holder' around me. Secondly, I got to the top on my own."

(Jason walks over, pinching Logan's cheek as he does.)

STORM: "Thirdly, I know you like to pretend to be all calm, cool and collected, but inside, I know you are SEETHING. You can't wait to get your hands on me, counting down the days until you earn that World title shot. And whether you call me a place holder or a champion Logan, you're going to have to face me for the belt. Because I'll be holding on to this for a long, LONG time."

(So saying, he takes the belt up and places it on his arm, tapping it with pride. Logan shrugs slightly.)

LOGAN: "Yeah, yeah. You already sound like Low... still going on about stuff that hasn't mattered for over a year. Sure you went out and beat five guys that haven't been in serious contention for the World title in years. Congrats Jason. It was a really impressive victory I suppose... The only person in that match I didn't beat soundly is the guy I haven't faced since my second week in the AWA. Beat one of those guys when they actually mean something... and then you get a cookie. As for getting to the top on your own..."

(Logan starts to chuckle.)

LOGAN: "Being HANDED a World title means nothing Jason. You haven't proven anything at all. I, at least, can beat Low when there's a belt on the line and I've done it twice."

(Logan inclines his head to the side again.)

LOGAN: "And if I really was angry with you Jason... we wouldn't be standing here talking. You'd currently be choking on that DVD you're holding onto. You can ask anyone that has managed to piss me off how long it takes for me to get even."

"I do want a match with you eventually. I mean the last time we faced off for a title... you walked out without a belt and I'll oh so enjoy giving a repeat performance in the near future... assuming that you still have that belt when we cross paths. You only managed to hold your last title for a week, so you're already doing so much better. Maybe you'd be better of retiring now instead of embarrassing yourself with another poor title defense... This one might lead to you losing that nice belt to Evan again."

STORM: "You first, bitch. We both know that last time you were the one who got lucky. I'll look forward to proving that, as well as proving that the only time you can beat me in a fist'o cuffs is when you blind side me. So you enjoy losing to Evan Heir again, I'll enjoy beating AC Smith again. Who knows? Maybe this time it's your turn to win against Evan. Until the time when we prove which of us is full of shit and which of us isn't...enjoy your DVD, Logan. Don't let jealously of me getting into Sienna's pants before you prevent you from enjoying quality entertainment. Lord knows you must be bored from watching all the times Evan beat you in order to find something that, I don't know...works. Besides luck I mean."

(Jason tosses Logan the DVD and walks off with his belt and a spring in his step. Logan reflexively catches the DVD. He looks down at it and shakes his head slightly. He removes the disc and snaps it in two, before dropping it into the trash. He turns and walks off. We fade to a commercial hyping Wrestlefest IX: The Relaunch on DVD and Blu Ray Disc NOW!)

(COMMERCIAL BREAK.)

(The scene fades in from black on the ceilings of the back corridors before they slowly pan down and the crowd cheers in delight as we see Sienna Harrison, live backstage for the first time since Hell on Earth. Sienna is walking down the hall quickly, with a purpose. There are no visible bruises, scars, or other abnormalities and one could say that she looks better than ever.)

FJ: "Woohoo! Sienna is back! Hopefully she's replacing that brother of hers as the only Harrison in this business."

HS: "That's quite enough. I've just been informed that Mark Keller is looking for Ms. Harrison backstage, actually."

(Suddenly, Sienna is almost blind-sided by Mark Keller from the right.)

MK: "Ms. Harrison, welcome back from your injuries; is there anything you would like to share on the current situation between Evan and AWA management in regards to his unprofessional behavior?"

SIENNA: "I know about as much as you do. Now if you'll excuse me..."

MK: "What about the situation between the Harrison family and the World Heavyweight Champion?"

SIENNA: "Despite popular belief, there was no information revealed to me...Nothing that couldn't have already been pieced together, anyway. And I don't even think I should be discussing that with you. Once again, if you'll excuse me..."

MK: "What about the allegations that you are currently sleeping with Jason Storm?"

(Sienna stops abruptly. She turns and looks at Mark Keller with a look of anger and confusion on her face. She delivers a vicious slap to Keller's face a few seconds later. The sound echoes throughout the corridor.)

FJ: "Oh."

HS: "Ouch."

(Mark actually backs away from the force of the blow, bouncing on his legs while clutching his cheek.)

MK: "...So, that's a no?"

SIENNA: "Who the hell do you think you are, asking me something like that? Do you have any idea who I am?"

FJ: "Oh, here we go."

SIENNA: "Say too much, Mike, and I will make your life a living hell. You'd be wise to stop talking for a while."

HS: "...For the record, his name is Mark."

(Mark decides to get while the getting happens to be good, and vanishes like he came. The camera, however, continues to follow Sienna Harrison.)

SIENNA: "Anyway..."

(Sienna takes a few long strides forward and then she closes her eyes and sighs when she stops in front of a door. The camera slowly turns and we see Jason Storm's name printed on the door. Sienna raises her fist and softly knocks on the door.)

(The door opens, and Maria is the one who answers. Her eyes widen when she sees who it is.)

MARIA: "S--Sienna!!! What the hell are you doing here, you twit?! Go away before he wakes up!"

SIENNA: "I'm here to get the answers I need. It doesn't really concern you anyway, Maria."

MARIA: "It damn well DOES concern me; you're my fiancée's sister! Besides, how exactly is this going to get you answers; by letting him tickle your toes until you crack and give him what he wants? Quite the interesting interrogation method you have."

(We see Sienna's eyes close again and her fingers move slightly, as if she's about to slap Maria, but better judgment prevails and she just places a hand on the door.)

SIENNA: "I don't plan on letting him take advantage of me like that again. All I want are the simple answers that he promised...Or...Simply said that he'd give me. And you being Evan's fiancée doesn't mean anything, now does it, Maria? Because if it weren't for you, none of us would be in this mess."

(Sienna glares at Maria while a slight "Oooooh" comes from the audience.)

MARIA: "You were promised answers if you LASTED, Sienna; you didn't, and I know you didn't because I SAW the video; bastard won't play anything else. As for the many things I did wrong, at least I did them with the intent of protecting Evan. What you're doing right now? That's hurting him, both professionally and more importantly, personally."

SIENNA: "Well, if Evan could keep his head together for five seconds maybe he could produce some of the answers himself. Maybe I wouldn't be the only one worrying about my damn family and why they're dragged into this stupid business."

MARIA: "Oh, so now this is all Evan's fault? You know that's your problem, Sienna? Is that you have a hard time laying the blame on the guilty party...especially when the guilty party is YOU."

SIENNA: "Bitch, please. I'm the only person here that's looking at this situation with any from of logic. You all want to live in this fairytale world where WRESTLING can solve all of our problems and it's your whole entire LIFE. This is just a sport and you're all slaves. You're pissed at me because I'm looking at the WHOLE DAMN PICTURE."

MARIA: "If you were looking at even half the picture, you'd know that your parents would both rather rot in hell than see their daughter get willingly molested on national television, only to come back to put herself in the same situation on Pay-Per-View."

(Sienna is visibly restraining herself from hitting Maria. She's running her hands through her hair, biting her lip.)

MARIA: "I'm right and you know it. Now get out of here while you still can; your brother needs you, and so does Logan; and you need them too. Get before he wakes up."

SIENNA: "Fine. But you just wait. The second those babies come flying out of your cooter, I'm gonna remember this day and I'm gonna kick your ass."

(Sienna turns to leave.)

MARIA: "Oh please; you'll be too busy playing nosy with those babies. You're hopeless around kids."

STORM: "Who's hopeless around kids?"

HS: "Oh dear."

FJ: "Oh yes! More footsies!"

HS: "FRANK!"

(Sienna smirks a little bit when she hears the yawn followed by the question. Sienna doesn't turn around, rather waits for Storm and Maria to finish whatever conversation they may be having.)

MARIA: "You are, Jason; I saw you damn near crying when that baby laughed and shook its rattle at you."

(Maria turns around, and with a hand behind her back, violently motions for Sienna to leave.)

SIENNA: "...Oh! Maria! What a surprise! Getouttamyway."

(Sienna strolls into the locker room with a hand on her forehead.)

SIENNA: "Oh. What a surprise seeing you here, completely out of the blue. Oh! Jason!"

HS: "Jesus..."

(Jason is obviously still a bit 'hung over' from his nap, so he has to rub his eyes a bit, but than gives a smile that would indicate he wasn't in complete control of himself.)

STORM: "Why, Sienna! I thought I heard Herb calling me 'Jesus' again."

(For less than a second, we cut to the announce table, showing Herb glaring at the AmeriTron and...Frank Jackson picking his nose and being less than discrete about it. When Frank looks at the camera, we cut back to Sienna and Jason.)

SIENNA: "Oh. You sure di... I want answers."

STORM: "What answers?"

SIENNA: "I want to know everything you know about my family. I've never done anything to you. It's always been Evan. You don't have to tell him anything, but you can tell me, right?"

STORM: "Hmmm...I suppose so..."

(Maria waddles over as best she can, hissing into Sienna's ear.)

FJ: "Cheap! Storm is obviously tired!"

HS: "Ssshh..."

MARIA: "What in the hell are you doing?!"

SIENNA (hissing): "I'm working."

MARIA (hissing): "Tempted as I am to make a street-corner joke, what makes you think this isn't the perfect opportunity to run?"

SIENNA (hissing!): "Look at him! He's tired. He doesn't know his right from his left. When he realizes what he's done, I'll be gone."

(Sienna's smile returns when she's sure that Jason is no longer out of earshot.)

MARIA (hissing): "When will you realize just how smart he is, and that he's just playing you like a fiddle? I had to learn the hard way that the only way to beat him is to not play!"

(Sienna nudges Maria in the side and gently pushes her away again.)

SIENNA: "Well, suppose faster, Jason. I have to go soon and this information is very important."

STORM: "Yeah, I suppose so...but...wasn't there something you had to do?"

(Sienna's smile slowly fades.)

SIENNA: "...Eeek."

STORM: "It slipped my mind though...what was it?"

SIENNA: "Uhhh... I had to go for a jog before you told me?"

(Obviously disturbed and either outsmarted or out-timed... Sienna turns with every intention of jogging out the door.)

(Storm doesn't even get up; rather, he reaches for a remote and switches on a TV that is out of screen-shot; all we can hear is Sienna laughing...and apparently, enjoying it.)

(Sienna stops in mid-step and a lock of horror crosses her face. She doesn't know what to say or do. She doesn't look at the TV or at Storm.)

(Storm now sits up and smiles, while Maria gives a sad, 'I told you so' look at Sienna. Storm now switches the television off, and takes out a packet of papers and tosses it to Sienna.)

HS: "And what are those? I don't know if I like where this is going."

FJ: "I do! I do!"

(Sienna looks down at the papers, but it almost seems unintentional as the papers hit her leg and her head simply seems to fall.)

SIENNA: "What're these...?"

STORM: "Contract that let's me sell all those clips we made in exchange for monetary compensation; turns out I can't do that unless I have written documentation of your consent—which you already gave verbally—and from the response, it looks like it'll produce a lot of money."

SIENNA: "I am not touching those damn papers."

STORM: "Yes you will, because I already soled them; unless you want me to go to prison for a long time..."

HS: "How does this man look himself in the mirror in the morning?"

SIENNA: "Go to prison, you bastard. I hope they lock you for a long time."

(Sienna doesn't sound convincing though, because she knows damn-well that Storm will probably say something to counter any of her thoughts momentarily.)

STORM: "Well darling, I hope you realize the full weight of the consequences of your actions."

(By themselves, the words meant nothing; however, coupled with a passable Marlon Brando mobster voice, the full weight of everything that's in the balance becomes crystal clear.)

SIENNA: "Yeah. I do realize..."

(Sienna turns around, picks up the papers, and then looks at Storm.)

SIENNA: "I sign these; I give about a million sick fucks something new to beat off to. Meanwhile, 'I don't last', much like you didn't last in bed much to my disappointment. I don't get the answers I want anyway, you continue to harass my family, and I continue to get embarrassed on national television. I don't even know if half of my family's still alive. Me signing these entitles me to being your bitch, getting in return less than one-one-hundredths of what I give you. Screw you, Jason."

STORM: "I was never in bed with you, number one; my hands were just that good. Number two, in a roundabout way, you already did screw me. Otherwise...yeah, pretty much. Now here's why you're going to sign them. You want to know where Daddy is, and at this point will settle for if he's still alive. Then you want to know what wall is keeping Mommy and all your siblings and nephews and nieces and cousins from being held hostage and how secure that wall is. Despite appearances, you love your family too much to not sign those papers. So, need a pen?"

SIENNA: "Can I stab you with it?"

STORM: "You might save your father with it."

SIENNA: "And by the way, your hands are fucking rough, you need Jergins."

(We quickly cut to a scene of Frank Jackson rubbing lotion on his hands before looking at the camera while Herb Summers is picking his ear with a Q-tip. We cut back to the scene in the locker room.)

SIENNA: "How about for once, you do what I want first, and then I do what you want."

STORM: "Because...you've got nothing. I'm holding all the cards, and everything you have over me would prevent you from getting anything you really want."

SIENNA: "Yeah, well, in the end I'm losing anyway, so I might as well speed up the process."

(Sienna throws the stack of papers on Storm's lap.)

SIENNA: "I'll figure stuff out myself. Screw this AWA shit."

(Storm sighs and reaches for his cell-phone, dialing a few numbers.)

STORM: "Hang on a second, Sienna; you'll want to stay for this phone call. Hello? Mr. Harrison?"

SIENNA: "...You son of a bitch."

(Sienna takes a step towards Storm, but doesn't know what to do... She knows she won't get the phone, but she's motivated to stay.)

STORM: "Quiet, Sienna, I'm on the phone. Maria, please go stand in the hallway; you know where."

(Maria's eyes widen as she realizes EXACTLY what Storm is doing, but a discreet look unnoticed by Sienna silences her protests. With a sad look at Sienna, Maria walks outside.)

STORM: "...Who is this? Why, I'm insulted; it's the man who is responsible for a fortunate turn of events in your life. Got it in one! Well, I have Sienna here, and she doesn't believe that I know anything she HAS to know. And in order to have a chance, she needs to sign something...sign something before I make a call to big Italian men in trench coats..."

SIENNA: "I want the phone!"

HS: "Jason is such an ass."

FJ: "He's a genius ass. He's as good as Low!"

HS: "Or as bad!"

FJ: "Same thing."

STORM: "For your sake, she better sign them...although she only has to 'play' when she wants too. If she doesn't sign them...who knows what might happen. See you at you-know-where."

(Storm hangs up, cutting off a voice that is indiscernible. He just gives Sienna a wry look before holding up an object.)

STORM: "Need a pen?"

(Sienna stares at the pen for a long moment before she narrows her eyes.)

SIENNA: "That could have been the pizza delivery guy for all I know."

STORM: "Maybe; but can you take that risk?"

SIENNA: "I'm not the one that's going to spend a year or so in prison."

(Storm simply opens up the phone and presses a few buttons before tossing it to her.)

STORM: "Isn't that Daddy's picture?"

(The camera quickly focuses on the digital photo on the phone, showing that it is indeed Mr. Harrison in a large city crowd, looking worried and doing everything he could to look inconspicuous.)

STORM: "Check the phone number too, if you want; you'll find that it is his."

(Sienna does exactly that and checks the number. Her expression doesn't change... She just closes the phone and looks at the pen as if that pen were her worst enemy.)

SIENNA: "...Hm."

(Sienna grabs the pen from Jason and signs the papers, reluctantly.)

STORM: "Thank you! Now, did you want to find out where he is?"

(Sienna simply nods.)

STORM: "Well, you know what you have to do!"

(Storm again turns the unseen television on, but this time we hear more than just laughter.)

(From the TV we hear silence for a moment and then laughter. We then hear Sienna cry out "You bastard, your hands are so rough! Hahahaha...Oh, why are you slowing down?!" We then hear what seems to be a squeal of delight followed by a few stifled laughs... And then more laughter, which also contains Sienna saying in an exasperated tone "God!" although it seems that she has no intention of allowing her assailant to stop. The giggles simply continue, until Storm switches the television off.)

STORM: "So...whose hands need Jerkins?"

SIENNA: "Oh, I hate you."

FJ: "I do too; damn midnight time limit..."

STORM: "Then tell me; why haven't you left yet?"

SIENNA: "Well. That's a good question. I guess it's time for me to go. See ya, it's been real."

(Sienna throws up the "peace" sign and turns to leave once again.)

STORM: "Look Sienna; it's really simple. You can stay and have a chance to get your family back, or leave and get nothing, find nothing, and do nothing. All you have to do is stand to laugh for five minutes at a time, and depending on what you have underneath that, you'll get multiple chances. Besides, don't pretend you didn't like it."

(Sienna clenches her jaw and crosses her arms, but she says nothing. She almost looks pained.)

(Storm doesn't even say anything, doesn't do anything that might stir the pot. He just rolls his shoulders and looks at Sienna...curiously.)

(Sienna considers everything for a moment and it looks as if she's on the verge of tears. Sienna looks down for a moment and then we see her noticeably lose a good two inches in height. Throwing her heels violently against the wall, she grabs the camera man and shoves him out the door. The last thing we see before we abruptly fade to black is Jason Storm's evil grin in the background.)

(We return into the Allstate Arena's skybox where President Gray has joined Commissioner Low. Both men look exquisite in their custom-made clothes.)

LOW: "You know, Travis, I'm sure some long-time AWA fans are wondering why all of a sudden the esteemed President Gray and The Legendary Low are the best of friends. I mean, you've stripped me of MY World title a bunch of times, and I've double-crossed you to gain complete ownership of the AWA a couple of years ago. So why don't you explain to them what happened?"

(Gray nods.)

GRAY: "It's very simple. I have invested a lot of money in your career since 2000, and I mean A LOT of money. And that investment has paid of to a tremendous degree. Look at this chart..."

(Gray grabs a stack of papers that was on a table next to him and shows the papers into the camera.)

GRAY: "Here you have average AWA live attendance figures representing each AWA World Champion in history."

(Gray points to the largest red column on the page.)

GRAY: "Low."

(He goes on to the next page.)

GRAY: "Average TV ratings."

(He again points to the largest column.)

GRAY: "Low."

(Gray turns the page again.)

GRAY: "Average pay-per-view buyrates."

(Gray now points to the smallest column.)

GRAY: "Brian Stevens."

(Both men chuckle and Gray then points to the largest column.)

GRAY: "Low."

(Gray puts the papers back on the table.)

GRAY: "Low has been the biggest money-generating factor in AWA history in every measurable way. Furthermore, he has been the best wrestler inside that ring for almost eight years. And I have finally come to my senses, I have finally realized what it means to have The Legendary Low in the AWA, and I have finally sat down with the man over a bottle of beer and have realized that he is the smartest, funniest, greatest asset a wrestling promoter will ever have!"

(The crowd boos as Low fakes humility while nodding in agreement.)

GRAY: "And when Evan Heir put Low through that table and essentially left me with no choice but to end Low's World title reign, I decided I would do anything to keep Low on the AWA roster. And we all know that Low had a tremendous run as the head of The Administration two years ago, so I've decided to make him YOUR AWA commissioner. And he came to me with two tremendous ideas - shove Evan Heir down a few steps on the AWA totem pole and name the ridiculously talented Jason Storm the NEW AWA World Heavyweight Champion."

HS: "Man... are they done yet?"

FJ: "I think this is great. Finally, THE President Gray has returned!"

LOW: "Thank you, Travis, thank you very much for those kind and very true words. And speaking of words, I'm really not going to announce these next two guys. One is a has-been that never was and isn't even near my league, the other is a has-been that may have beaten me recently, but has lost the war decisively YEARS AGO. These two suckers don't deserve to even be mentioned by The Greatest Sports Legend Alive!"

(He takes the next card and just holds it into the camera. There we read the following:)

BRIAN WILLIAMS versus JAYSON PRICE
HELL IN A CELL: 20%
TAIPEI DEATH MATCH: 22%
CASKET MATCH: 58%

(Already, during Low's talks, both Brian Williams and Jayson Price were brought to the ring with no entrance fanfare or anything. It was done quietly.)

HS: "Wow, can Low show ANY more disrespect for these two by NOT allowing them to have their own entrances?"

FJ: "It was a BRILLIANT move! Now I can enjoy my night!"

(The two competitors have locked eyes and stare across the ring at each other. The ref calls for the bell and the match is under way. For about five seconds the two men just continue to stare at each other. Then they come together, and go to lock up, but at the last minute Price ducks under the larger Williams and hits him with a dropkick between the shoulder blades sending Williams into the corner. He stumbles out backwards and Price hits the ropes and hits a clothesline knocking Williams to the ground)

(Price is quick to capitalize and drops a knee to the shoulder and neck of Williams, then stands up and drops another knee. Price then hits the ropes and comes off with a leg drop across Williams' chest. Price then grabs Williams by the head and begins to pull him to his feet. He then hits the ropes and comes off with a dropkick to the right knee of Williams causing him to drop down to one knee again. Price hits the ropes again and connects with a dropkick right to the chin of Williams putting him down.)

(Price is quick to get to his feet and head over to the corner. He climbs the ropes and then leaps towards the downed Williams with a diving head butt, but at the last second Williams rolls to his left and Price hits hard on the canvas. Both men stay down for a few seconds before Williams uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet. He makes his way over to Price and drops a leg across the chest of him. Williams then climbs to his feet and pulls Price with him. He locks a front face lock in on Price and holds him momentarily before dropping with a DDT.)

HS: "Williams knows that he has to slow down Price, once this match swings to his favour I would hate to be in Jayson Price's shoes."

FJ: "Why are they still in the ring though, don't they know that you need to put your opponent in a casket to win? More violence, lets see some blood!"

(It seems like Williams hears Frank as he then lifts Price to his feet and presses him over his head and tosses him to the outside. Price, still stunned from the DDT, is not able to break his fall and lands with a sickening thud on the outside. Williams laughs at the downed Price and then makes his way over to the corner and begins to climb the ropes. Once to the second rope he stops to taunt the crowd a bit, and after getting the reaction he was looking for climbs the rest of the way and leaps off. He tries to drive his knee into the head of Price, but Price at the last second rolls away and Williams drops knee first onto the hard arena floor. He immediately clutches his knee with a painful grimace on his face. Price is still down as well but starting to stir.)

(He uses the guardrail to pull himself to his feet and looks at the still down and hurt Williams. Price cracks a smile and then makes his way over to the downed Williams and drops an elbow, then another. He then begins to pull him to his feet but is caught with a low blow which causes him to fall to the ground. Williams then hobbles over to Price and lifts him to his feet and pushes him spine first into the side of the ring. He pulls him back, does it again, then grabs his arm and hits him with a hard short clothesline causing Price to fall to the ground. Williams begins to make his way over to the timekeeper's table and grabs a chair. He makes his way back over to Price who is getting back to his feet.)

FJ: Here it comes... Vintage Brian Williams brutality like no one else in the history of this company."

(Williams takes a run and cracks Price right on top of the head with a hard chairshot.)

HS: "My god, Williams just about took Price's head off with that chair!"

FJ: "That's more to my liking."

HS: "You're sick, Frank, truly sick."

(Williams. still holding the chair, looks down at the nearly unconscious Price. He cracks a smile before driving the top of the chair down into the stomach of Price. He does it again and then tosses the chair aside. He then picks Price up and begins to drag him toward the entry ramp. Once on the ramp Williams scoops Price up and body slams him down on the steel ramp. Williams then turns and fakes a swing at a fan that is leaning over taunting him. The fan jumps back and Williams starts to laugh at him momentarily before turning back to Price. Williams lifts Price back to his feet and again begins to drag him up the ramp towards the casket that lies just to the side of the ring side entrance. Once they reach the top of the ramp Williams looks towards the casket and a smile again comes over his face.)

HS: "He requested this match and he certainly has a plan what to do with this stipulation."

(Williams begins to drag Price towards the casket. But Price slips away from the grip of Williams. Williams turns around and is caught with a hard right hand, then a left. Williams swings back but Price ducks and follows up with a kick to the earlier injured knee of Williams, again causing Williams to drop to the ground. Price looks around and makes his way back to the ring and grabs a shovel. He makes his way back to Williams who is now on all fours trying to regain a vertical basis, but Price takes the shovel and smashes it across the back of Williams causing him to fall back to the ground. Price tosses the shovel aside and drops an elbow across the chest of Williams. He then gets up and pulls Williams back to his feet. He looks at the shovel laying about 5 feet in front of him and he grabs Williams in a side headlock, then hits him with a bulldog driving his face right into the shovel. Price rolls over and gets back to his feet. He then grabs Williams and begins to drag him towards the casket. He stops about 5 feet from the hole and looks back to the shovel. He leaves Williams and goes over to grab the shovel before making his way back to Williams and laying the shovel across the back of his head. Then Price begins to repeatedly stomp the shovel into the back of the head of the downed Williams.)

FJ: "Wow, Williams is being brutalized here."

HS: "After all the torment and pain that Williams has caused Price the son of a bitch deserves it!"

HS: "Yeah, just call the match."

(Price stops stomping the shovel into Williams' head and tosses it to the side. He grabs Williams by the head, lifts him to his feet and pushes him back to the point that he is teetering on the edge of the hole in the ground. Price then grabs the shovel and looks at the dazed Williams. He then swings it hard towards the head of Williams. But at the last second Williams appears to wake up and ducks the shovel shot. He then explodes, hitting the off balance Price with a hard clothesline. He then climbs on top of him and begins to pound his right fist into Price's face After about 5 or 6 shots he gets up and drives his elbow into the throat of Price. Williams gets back to his feet and begins to look around. His eyes catch the shovel and he smiles as he makes his way over and grabs it. He heads back towards Price, and stands over him holding the shovel with both hands. A devilish smile comes across Williams face as he lifts the shovel high, looking to drive the point of it right into the stomach of Price.)

HS: "He can't do that, he is going to kill him with it!"

FJ: "Oh yes, Herb, he can! In fact, I WANT him to do it! Entertain me!!"

(Williams begins to bring the shovel down but before he can get his momentum up Price lifts his leg and hits a low blow, causing Williams to drop the shovel and fall forward. Price rolls away and slowly makes his way to his feet. He then pulls Williams to his feet and hits the Joy Drop. Price grabs Williams and again drags him towards the Casket. Once at the Casket side Price stops and pulls Williams to his feet again and hooks him as if to go for a DDT, but Williams reverses and nails Price with a hard spinebuster.)

HS: "What a match! Both men are just killing each other here tonight, this is one of the best matches I have seen in some time, no matter who wins I have to give hats off to both men."

FJ: "For once I have to agree as it has been a hell of a match, and the best part is that it has been violent as hell, the only thing missing is blood."

HS: "Well, the way things are going that may not be far off."

(Both men lay on the ground just a few feet away from the casket. Williams is first to move and gets to his feet followed closely by Price. Price makes his way to Williams but is caught with a hard left followed by a right. Williams then grabs Price by the throat and hits a violent choke slam. Williams lifts Price back to his feet once more and goes to throw him into the casket by his throat, but at the last second he stops and pulls him back and cracks another smile. He then puts Price's head between his legs and hits a piledriver. He rolls over and looks at the nearly out cold Price. He climbs to his feet and grabs the shovel that is sitting on the ground beside Price.)

HS: "Oh god!"

(Williams raises it high and brings it down into the face of Price. Price brings his hands up immediately to cover his face and he begins to roll in pain. Williams smiles and tosses the shovel down before grabbing Price, who is now bleeding from the forehead, and lifts him to his feet. He then pulls him towards the casket and holds him making him look down into the casket, Williams begins screaming you are finished to Price whom isn't able to do anything but pour blood into the casket. Williams grabs Price by the back of the neck and lifts him into the air, then throws him face first on top of the casket.}

FJ: "After that wicked shot with that shovel Price seems near incapacitated."

HS: "And Williams isn't done."

FJ: "Remember the last time someone faced Williams in a casket match, Adam Bawm died."

HS: "We all remember too well Frank."

(Williams take two fingers and jams them into the open wound of Price gouging and making it split further open. The blood pours Jayson's face into his eyes and his mouth. He clutches at his forehead as Williams chuckles to himself and then lets go. He then begins to wheel the casket with Price on top of it up the ramp. Williams reaches out bringing a steel chair with him on the way up.)

HS: "What is this twisted animal thinking of doing?"

FJ: "I am not too sure that you want to know Herb."

(Williams screams to the crowd as the nearly out, Price slumps down in front of him. Williams folds the chair around his neck as the nearly lifeless Price cant seem to fight back. He then lifts Price to his feet, and signals the end is near. He starts to turn Price around going for the Morbid Reality however instead Price spits a mouthful of blood into the eyes of Williams. Williams tries to shake it out of his face, however its all Price needs drop and take a leg out from underneath Williams, he takes the chair from around his neck and then winds up as Williams gets up partially blinded. Price steps sideways and with one of the nastiest chair shots we ve seen, Williams drops backwards as his face explodes into a bloody mess.)

HS: "He refuses to die Frank."

FJ: "I've seen this before time and time again, I wish Williams would just finish this thing."

HS: "There is literally a pool of blood all over the casket from these lunatics."

(Price grabs Williams by the hair and forces him up, he takes towards the casket leaning him head first into it, grabbing the top Price slams the casket down on Williams head. We see Williams knees go limp as he slumps down. Price begins to fire away with fire in his soul. Repeatedly punching Williams over and over again. Eventually he unmounts him. Williams stay motionless, as Price seems to have his own nefarious plans.)

FJ: "This is getting ugly."

HS: "We knew it would, put the children to bed ladies and gentlemen."

(Price walks out from the curtain on the ramp, in his left hand we see that Price has brought a can of gasoline to the fight. He douses Williams with the fluid, and reveals a pack of matches. He grabs Williams by the gasoline drenched hair, and begins to scream; "see you in hell Williams" Price kicks Williams directly in the groin twice before loading him in the casket and then drenching that as well in the combustible fluid. Price signifies that he will finally end Williams by raising a match as he turns to the crowd, we see Williams seemingly spring back to life. Price turns and tosses the light match book into the casket but then realizes Williams has already climbed out. The casket ignites as flames shoot high. Williams then delivers a devilish big boot that flattens Price. Through grit teeth Williams screams at Price. He then mounts him and reigns down punches and elbows to the now helpless price. Price tries to cover his head as Williams unrelentingly kicks away. Williams picks him by his throat, with two hands setting him up against the flaming casket, but Price counters again, grabbing Williams pants and dropping. Williams face goes into the fire singing his hair and he comes out quickly seemingly blinded again. Price takes the metal gas can and whacks Williams with. Emergency crews are now on the scene, one with a fire extinguisher.)

FJ: "Oh dear..."

HS: "My thoughts as well."

(He tries to extinguish the flames but on his way Price clotheslines him and picks up the extinguisher. He turns around catches a forearm shiver from Williams directly followed by a viscous knee to the face. Williams then pulls the pin and sprays him with the extinguisher, he then places it upright on the ground. Price swings wildly but Williams delivers a drop toe hold that forces Price down mouth first into the canister. Price lays on the ground grabbing his jaw, then rolls to his back spitting out some teeth. Williams looks down grinning ear to ear. Then places a foot on Prices face rubbing it back and forth. Price now a complete mess uses every thing he has left to grab Williams ankle, then throw his legs up completing a knee bar. He takes Williams down, as Williams screams in pain, but Williams uses his other foot to strike Price and release the hold. Price is quicker up however and attempts to complete a Tornado DDT but the massive size of Williams allows him to simply stand in place, before tossing Price off of him. Williams is quick to get his favourite toy, the shovel back driving the butt end into Price's gut.)

HS: "One of these guys need to end this.... There's a bloody, flaming casket at ring side."

(Price refuses to die however, he swings back with a left and a right and backs Williams against the searing coffin. Price then swings wildly going for the knockout shot Williams ducks sideways and Price stumbles forward Williams connects with a back elbow, then grabs the lid and slams it down onto Jayson's hand with such force that it actually closes and locks. Price screams in pain as the coffin crushes his hand. Williams steps back just out of reach as Price looks on with anger in his eyes and curses and swears. He flails at Williams but dragging a casket behind its of no use. Williams delivers a quick kick to the gut. Then he drives the aforementioned chair down on Price with a thwack that resonates throughout the entire arena. Price goes completely limp now, falling his knees, only his caught hand keeping him up anymore. Williams looks around with vengeful eyes then tauntingly slaps Price upside the head, He then takes the casket and points to the side of the ramp. The crowd goes Silent...)

HS: "OH GOD NO!!!"

FJ: "..."

HS: "HES GOING TO DO IT AGAIN!"

(Williams takes a run with the casket dragging Price along for the ride the flames shoot out the small gap in the side, as Price and the casket fly off the ramp down to the audio equipment below. Smoke and sparks fly everywhere as Williams looks down with no emotion what so ever at Price, whom is laying precariously upon a giant speaker with a with smashed smoldering coffin on top of him. The referee calls for the bell now signifying he is stopping the match declaring Williams the winner.)

FJ: "Price could be seriously injured."

HS: "OR DEAD!"

FJ: "Well casket matches plus Brian Williams don't equal a fun time for all."

(We cut to the back where we see NHL sitting in his dressing room, not even changed for his match yet.)

HS: "I hope he doesn't plan on wrestling in that expensive suit."

FJ: "Herb, that suit is worth more than your meager salary. I'd quit your complaining."

HS: "What an overpaid suit."

(Sir Henry removes his suit jacket and lies it down on the couch next to him. He removes his gold Rolex watch and places it on the coffee table next to him.)

NHL: "I cannot wait until I get out there and get to rip Benjamin apart piece by oh-so-bloody piece. He will regret the day he EVER decided to accuse me of ANYTHING other than hating him. But it doesn't matter. Soon enough Benjamin will be defeated soundly and swiftly. I hope Benjamin is prepared for my onslaught on him because if he's not, then may God have mercy on his soul."

(We fade out. We cut backstage to see Evan Heir walking in the back, holding a cell-phone in one hand, and a fire-axe in the other. He is absolutely livid, and is clearly on the warpath.)

FJ: "Why the hell do we let him walk around with that thing?"

HS: "Uh... Do you want to be the one to tell him 'no'?"

(Evan continues walking, a look of pure disgust on his face when he knows that he's near Jason Storm's locker room... But he stops abruptly and his face softens a bit when he sees something in the distance.)

FJ: "What the-- why'd he stop? Does he see Storm? RUN, STORM, RUN!"

(However as the camera pans down the hall, we see Maria Clarke standing there. It takes a few seconds before she notices Evan Heir. Maria gives Evan a sad smile and blinks back a few tears.)

MARIA: "Hello, handsome."

HEIR: "Aaah...AAAHH, damn."

(Heir slams the fire-axe into a wall and it simply sticks there. Conveniently, Evan has slammed the axe into a picture of Jason Storm. Evan then proceeds down the corridor and wastes no time softly embracing Maria.)

(Maria silently cries into Evan's shoulder, hugging him back as tightly as her stomach will allow her.)

MARIA: "Ow!"

HEIR: "Ah? You alright?"

(Heir smiles softly and kisses Maria's cheek, loosening the hug a bit.)

MARIA: "Yeah; your son just keeps kicking me."

(Maria smiles and takes one of Evan's hands; placing it over her stomach.)

MARIA: "See?"

(We see a small smile cross over Evan's face before it fades just a tiny bit. He pulls his hand away and sighs.)

HEIR: "I shouldn't..."

(It's obvious that Evan Heir shouldn't be with Maria, but he can't seem to bring himself to say that.)

(Maria leans in and almost violently, and certainly possessively, kisses Evan to cut off any words. Maria then looks up almost challengingly at Evan.)

MARIA: "Want to say something?"

HEIR: "Uhhh..."

(Heir looks a little flustered after that. He scratches the back of his neck and looks around, a long whistle escaping from between his lips.)

HEIR: "Nah... I'm good."

(A few laughs escape the crowd and then Evan kisses Maria again, but one eyebrow raises and he looks at the locker room door.)

(Maria notices his gaze, and immediately turns around, raising a finger in warning.)

MARIA: "Evan...Did you recently get your father's cell phone?"

HEIR: "Yeah... Not too long ago."

(Heir doesn't see much point in asking why, but if only to humor the cameras which seem to be an annoyance to the Harrisons at this point, he asks "Why?")

MARIA: "Then...I'm assuming your here...with an axe...because of a...phone-call?"

HEIR: "Yes. That's exactly it. Do I have to chop this door down?"

(Maria's eyes widen in horror before she immediately positions herself in front of Evan, with her arms spread.)

MARIA: "Evan, I warned her; she had multiple chances to get out, even had a chance to send him to jail and she didn't take it. She just doesn't want to admit that she's in over her head with Storm..."

HEIR: "Pretty soon, neither of them will have heads. Now where did I stick my axe? Watch out."

MARIA: "Evan, no! If you go in there, he'll have you; legally, professionally, personally, he will own you, and have just one more thing over Sienna's head."

HEIR: "And if I stay out here, I let him embarrass my big sister, my family, and me. Hmmm...I'm thinkin' I don't have anything else to lose anyway. How about I just kill him now and get it over with?"

MARIA: "What about your kids Evan? Do you have that to lose?! Well?!!"

(Evan looks at the door for a while and then looks at Maria. He lets out a long sigh and turns, walking to the wall and putting his back against it. He sinks down to a seated position and puts his hands on his head.)

HEIR: "I'm... nineteen years old... I shouldn't have to deal with this stuff from a man I don't even know... I never made it personal after I got this damn job. How is this fair?"

(Maria awkwardly sat down beside him, than pulled his head into her lap. Stroking his hair, and rubbing his temples, she couldn't help but beam down at the man she loved.)

MARIA: "It's not fair; Storm's done many inexcusable things to me, to you, your family, and currently your sister. But...I don't think Storm is all that evil."

HEIR: "Not all that evil? How can you say that he's not? You said yourself that what he's been doing is inexcusable."

(Maria placed a finger across Evan's lip, indicating that she wanted silence.)

MARIA: "Well for one thing, you do tend to rub people the wrong way; he took the gym incident EXTREMELY personally, and he breaks every radio that plays 'Go Ninja go'."

(Maria said this mostly to get a laugh out of Evan, and she helped it along with a chuckle of her own. Evan is amused at this. His eyes twinkle a bit when he suddenly gets an idea.)

HEIR: "Mental note... Resurrect the Vanilla Ice..."

FJ: "Oh no!"

HS: "Will you hush?"

HEIR: "Anyway... So me rubbing him the wrong way justifies everything that he's done?"

MARIA: "Nothing justifies what he's done; let me finish, Evan. Anyway, whenever I see him when he thinks he's by himself, he looks...so pathetically lonely, I just want to hug him and tell him it will be all right."

HS: "What?!"

FJ: "Ha, the chicks can't resist the Storm."

HEIR: "Hugging Storm is like hugging a giant cactus. What's he done to brainwash you now? Where's that damn dog of his? He's not lonely."

MARIA: "You don't understand; I've been to his house, and it is littered with pictures of people, all family; parents, three sisters, and more aunts, uncles and cousins than I can count. And Evan? The youngest of those pictures was a high-school graduation with his parents, who looked like they'd rather be somewhere else."

FJ: "See? Doesn't that make you sad, Herb?"

HS: "Sad we don't do psyche evaluations when we sign talent, yes."

FJ: "Heartless bastard."

MARIA: "I'm with him all the time, Evan, and he's never received a phone call, barely runs into anyone he knows, and that adorable mutt of his is about the only thing in his life that loves him unconditionally. He feels he's given up everything to become a success in this sport. I think that's what he REALLY hates about you; that you still had, to some extent, everything he did and became a success. It makes him feel that he lost everything...for nothing, and his mind can't accept that."

(Maria's smile becomes somewhat playful as she twirls one of Evan's locks with her finger.)

MARIA: "Well...that and the cheating..."

HEIR: "Cheating...Wha...?"

(Evan seems too caught up in this semi-storytelling to really protest anymore.)

MARIA: "Hush dear; you cheat, you do it very well, and it makes your butt cute."

HEIR: "I never cheat."

(Heir looks away.)

HEIR: "Thatwasalie."

(Maria laughs and forces Evan to look her way, trying to bend down to kiss him...only to discover she can't.)

HEIR: "Ha-ha...Owned. And ya know, Maria. This whole story would have been more effective if..."

(Heir leans up to complete one more kiss before he moves past Maria and gets to his feet.)

HEIR: "...The sumbitch didn't have my sister in there doing God-Knows-What."

MARIA: "Oh, not God-Knows-What."

(Maria herself gets to her feet, as we finally hear....)

SIENNA (muffled): "Stop... Hahahahahaha! Hahahha!"

(Heir is already walking towards his fire-axe.)

MARIA: "Evan, NO!"

(Heir pulls the axe out of the wall and walks to the door.)

HEIR: "I will count to three, and we ALL know what happened last time I counted to three!"

FJ: "NO!"

HS: "For the love of..."

HEIR: "ONE!"

MARIA: "Evan, if you do that, you'll regret for the rest of your life behind BARS! Damnit Evan, if anyone even sees us this close to each other..."

HEIR: "TWO!"

FJ: "Maria, say something better! Show him your ti--!"

HS: "FRANK!"

FJ: "TIBULA!"

MARIA: "What makes you think that Jason didn't set this up just so that this would happen?!"

HEIR: "Thrrrrrrruu...eh?"

(Maria lunges herself at Evan and once again violently kisses him, only this time, she's crying as well.)

(Heir's eyes widen and he tries desperately to keep the blade of the axe as far away from Maria as possible. He seems a bit annoyed that she's distracting him this way once again, but he soon becomes a little less tense.)

HEIR: "Mmm...mmmbmmbbmmm..."

MARIA: "Don't...mmmmmmmm....don't do this to yourself.....if you....ahhhh....if the worst happened I'd...."

(Maria let's that hang, but continues to kiss Evan.)

FJ: "This is all very cute and all, but what happened to the violence?"

HS: "I thought you didn't want Evan to go in there and hack Jason to pieces."

FJ: "Oh. I don't. I'm just... saying... Violence is the answer."

HS: "You're seriously trying to get a kid kicked off of Little League or something. You stop it."

FJ: "WWLD!"

HS: "Hm?"

FJ: "WHAT WOULD LOW DO?!"

HS: "Whine and cry about how tough his lot in life is?"

HEIR: "Now what do I do?"

MARIA: "You walk away..."

(By now, the laughter has gotten louder, except it has taken a decidedly different turn...)

SIENNA: "Hahahaha! Ah... Ah... Jason—no—ahahahahaha!"

(Heir's expression turns stone sour. He really doesn't want to be in the area anymore, especially if there's nothing he can do about this.)

MARIA: "...walk away, before you can't control yourself..."

SIENNA: "Please... Hahahaha...Ahahahahahaha! Not there. That's f... AHAHAHAHAHA!"

(Every muscle and vein in Heir's entire body seems to tense. He just sighs and gives Maria one last parting kiss before he turns and walks down the hallway, unable to say anything for fear of screaming in anger or possibly crying because he no longer knows what to think.)

(Maria cries after him, but turns around as Sienna utters a gutter scream that doesn't sound like someone suffering...)

SIENNA: "Oh...hahahahaha...oh my GOD, Jason! Hmhmhm..."

MARIA: "...Stupid girl..."

(The camera switches to Frank and Herb as Maria continues to cry for Sienna.)

FJ: "Well....that was...."

HS: "...Disturbing. As all hell. Can we get the next match started?"

(We return to the skybox where Chantal the waitress is serving Low a drink.)

LOW: "Thank you, honey. For those of you wondering where the President has gone... well, it's none of your damn business. I want the AWA Faithful to understand what is going on here. After all, our next match brings us four men that are very hard to understand, and I'm talking about the way they talk, the way they handle their careers and the way they act. Up next - QUADE deDARK and his brother QUARK deSARK against NPD!"

(Low looks at the cards with the results of the voting for Vortex 2008.)

LOW: "20% of you wanted to see the TITLE-SHOT-ON-A-POLE MATCH... 38% of you wanted to see the HARDCORE TORNADO MATCH... and 42% of you want to see the WINNER: the CANADIAN DEATH MATCH!"

HS: "We now go to the United Center, home of he Chicago Blackhawks for the Canadian Deathmatch."

FJ: "This is going to be a big one. Two teams fighting for tag supremcy."

(We fade to the United Center and see Jeff Christianson already skating on the ice. We see Quade de'Sade doing some basic skating. Rawstarr gets on the ice and immediately hits the ground. We see Draven Shadows holding onto the bench side.)

HS: "The NPD doesn't look like they booked a lot of icetime this week."

FJ: "It could be a major player in this match. You have to know how to skate."

(We suddenly see Jeff Christianson and Quade de'Sade but skate towards Shadow and body check him over into the away hockey team bench. They Both grab hockey sticks and skate towards the skidding Rawstarr who has grabbed onto the Goalie post. Christianson skates right up behind him in blinding speed and nails him in the back of the knee with the hockey stick. We see Quade de'Sade skate in behind him and nail a stick to the back.)

HS: "Jeff Christianson looks like he told Quade de'Sade the rules for the match."

FJ: "What rules?"

HS: "My point exactly."

(We see them now pick up Rawstarr and lift him above their heads. The throw him over the goal post and he lands hard on the ice. Draven Shadows is now on the ice and skating, with no signs of stopping. Draven skates straight in and we see Quade de'Sade skate towards Rawstarr as Christianson turns and backs up against the glass. We see Draven Shadows go striaght through the glass along with Jeff Christianson. Quade de'Sade looks. This gives Rawstarr a chance to clothesline him from behind, sending de'Sade down onto the ice. We see Rawstarr quickly apply a rear chinlock to Quade. As Quade begins to fight out we see both men's momtentum sending them towards the boards. Finally Rawstarr just shoves Quade de'Sade who goes into the boards with his face smacking off the glass. Rawstarr now comes in behind him and he body checks him into the boards. Quade hits the ground, and we see Rawstarr drop an elbow and go for a cover. One... Two... Thr.)

FJ: "Quade just kicked out of our first pin attempt."

HS: "The referee looks like he hurt his hand counting on the ice. That just shows how hard the ice is fans."

FJ: "Please, don't try this at home... unless you're from Canada. Then you are a pro at skating. I've tired it... not very good."

HS: "You've tried to wrestle in a Canadian Deathmatch?"

FJ: "No, skating alone is dangerous. I couldn't walk for three weeks!"

(We see Draven Shadows pulling himself up by the board, where the glass used to be. He steps over the boards and walks over to Quade de'Sade. He pulls him up and throws him into a pane of glass. We see the glass rock back as Quade hits it. He falls down to his knees and Rawstarr nails a skating knee to the face. Rawstarr goes for another cover, but again grabs a two count. Rawstarr now picks Quade de'Sade up, and chops him. Quade rocks back against the boards. Draven does it. Then Rawstarr again. Finally Draven pushes Quade de'Sade and he rolls right over to where the broken glass of pane once was. Rawstarr dumps Quade de'Sade over.)

HS: "NPD looks to be firmly in control of this match."

FJ: "Sorry to interupt, Herb, but we are getting a special call. From the 1980 Olympics..."

HS: "Not again."

FJ: "That's right, and current NBC broadcaster, Al Michaels is going to join us, by phone, now for the SECOND TAG CANADIAN DEATH MATCH EVER!"

AM: "Glad to be back Frank."

FJ: "Anytime."

AM: "Going to be some good hockey action I hope."

HS: "This is wrestling guys... wrestling. Remember that. We don't need something to happen like last time."

AM: "What's he talking about, Frank?"

FJ: "No clue."

(As Draven Shadows goes to step over the railing we see a steel chair swung at his face, which knocks him back onto Rawstarr. We see Jeff Christianson standing now, a bloody mess, without skates and with wrestling boots on. Jeff now climbs up onto where the glass pane once stood. He jumps off and nails a huge steel chair elbow on top of Draven. He goes for the cover, but only grabs a two count. Rawstarr is up on his feet, and Jeff Christianson swings the chair, but Rawstarr ducks under it. The chair flies down to the other end of the ice. Jeff turns around and he's met with a clothesline. Jeff lands hard on the ice.)

AM: "A lot of checking tonight. Very physical game."

FJ: "I'll say."

HS: "What a clothesline."

(Rawstarr goes for a cover but only grabs a two count. We see Rawstarr very frustrated he Irish whips Jeff Christianson into the boards. Rawstarr seems frustrated as he hit the ground. Rawstarr stands up and then charges Jeff Christianson, but Jeff ducks and Rawstarr goes flying into the first row of the United Center. Quade de'Sade now goes for a cover on Rawstarr. One... Two... Rawstarr kicks out. Draven Shadows is now up. He skates over and clotheslines Jeff Christianson over the boards. He, due to poor skating skills, flies over the boards with, and lands on him in a pinning prediacment. One... Two... Quade de'Sade lands a boot. He too is now out of his skates.)

AM: "This fight is going to draw some major penalty minutes."

FJ: "I'll say. I wonder how they changed from skates to boots so quickly?"

AM: "The United Center is known for hockey. I'm sure since they are Canadian, they have attended many hockey functions. They probably got the key and slipped in. My sources say they skated with the Blackhawks last night."

FJ: "Good point."

HS: "Who are your sources exactly?"

AM: "Can't tell you. They are employed by a different network."

HS: "Oh brother."

(Quade de'Sade pulls Draven Shadows up, and nails a couple of closed fist punches. He now grabs a hockey helmet that resembles the Chicago Blackhawks helmets, and nails Draven Shadows right in the head with it. We now see Shadows fly back on the ice. Rawstarr has taken the time to grab a hockey stick that was sitting with the equipment. He quickly low blows Quade de'Sade and then breaks it over his head. Quade goes flying back over to the ice, landing on top of Draven Shadows for the pin. One... Two... Rawstarr springboards over the barricade and lands an elbow.)

HS: "Near fall!"

AM: "I think we may have to get security in there. There are guys without skates on the ice."

FJ: "Good point. I'll notify them. I'd hate for the game to be interupted."

(Jeff Christianson is now standing again. As Rawstarr stands up, we see Jeff Christianson nail him in the face with a hockey skate.)

HS: "Thank God that wasn't the sharp part."

AM: "We would have had another Zednik incident. That would be horrible for the sport."

FJ: "You tell em' Al!"

(Jeff throws the skate down and immediately steps over the barricade. He goes for a cover. One... two... Rawstarr kicks out. We see Quade de'Sade pick Draven Shadows up, and Draven nails a huge punch. He now touches his forehead and sees the blood leading from the helmet shot. Draven nails another and another and finally we see blood gushing from the head of Quade de'Sade as he tosses him back over the barricade. Jeff Christianson stomps away on Rawstarr and doesn't notice Draven Shadows. Jeff turns around and he's met with a thunderous right hand that sends him to the ground. Draven now grabs his head and skates slowly over to the hockey goal. We see Draven begin to slam Jeff's head off of the steel bar on the goalie net. Finally Draven stops and we see a lot more blood leaking from the face of Jeff Christianson, who's just laying there.)

HS: "What a barbaric match!"

AM: "This is getting out of hand. How far away is security?"

FJ: "At Dunkin Doughnuts."

AM: "Isn't that the other way?"

FJ: "They have to feel up before getting into a war."

AM: "Very true. This is a cold war."

HS: "Great, another 1980's hockey reference..."

(Draven now grabs Quade de'Sade, who has just gotten to his feet on the other side of the boards. He lifts him over by his throat and choke tosses him down the ice. Quade de'Sade begins sliding. Draven Shadows now follows, skating ever so slowly after him. Rawstarr crawls over to Jeff Christianson, pulls him from his sitting position and goes for a cover. One... Two... Jeff Christianson barely gets a shoulder up.)

HS: "NPD in firm control again."

FJ: "But at what cost?"

AM: "Not much. I don't see many fans there."

FJ: "Dually noted."

(Rawstarr begins pounding away on Jeff Christianson as Draven Shadows has reached his destination. He looks down and sees Quade de'Sade at his feet. He slowly pulls Quade de'Sade up. He throws a couple of big elbows that knock de'Sade into the boards and finally to his feet. He looks down at the other end, to see Rawstarr going for another cover on Jeff Christianson. Christianson kicks out again. Draven nods in Satisfaction as he turns around and he's met with a steel chair shot from the chair that was sent down the ice earlier. Draven quickly goes for the cover. One... Two... and a kickout. We now see Rawstarr skating towards Quade de'Sade.)

AM: "Foreign substance being used here."

HS: "Or a steel chair."

FJ: "I prefer foreign substances at the moment, Herb."

(Quade now begins to run at de'Sade and he lunges forward and nails a huge diving chairshot to the head of Rawstarr. We now see de'Sade begin sliding down the ice towards his brother as Rawstarr lays on the ground bleeding even worse than before. Jeff is slowly getting up as Quade de'Sade reaches him. Both of them quickly head down the ice towards their downed opponents. Draven Shadows has made it to his feet, and so has Rawstarr, who's a little wobbly.)

HS: "Team Christianson is heading down the ice after their opponents."

FJ: "See Al, I knew Herb would buy in to it eventually."

AM: "This is the World, Germany and the United States, Versus Canada here. Tough game out there."

(We see the four men meet and begin to trade punches. Rawstarr gets the best of Jeff Christianson and we see Christianson hit the ice. Draven Shadows sends Quade to the ice. Rawstarr now goes to pick Jeff Christianson up, but Jeff grabs him and rolls him up. One... Two... A kickout. Meanwhile, Draven Shadows doesn't realize that Quade de'Sade has tied his two skates together. Draven tries to skate over there, and he trips up. We now see Rawstarr up, but he's met with a dropkick by Jeff Christianson. Quade runs in and nails an elbow. Quade goes for a cover. One... Two... Rawstarr kicks out. Jeff goes for the cover. One... Two... Rawstarr gets a shoulder up.)

AM: "De'Sade and Christianson are on the offensive!"

FJ: "They could go driving for the game winning goal any minute!"

HS: "They are fighting in this Canadian Deathmatch."

AM: "What the hell is a Canadian Deathmatch?"

FJ: "He means hockey game, Al. Think Miracle on Ice."

AM: "Don't worry Frankie boy... I am."

(Quade pulls Rawstarr up, and Jeff grabs his other arm and they slingshot him down the other end of the ice straight at the net. We see Jeff Christianson jog over to the home bench and he pulls out a hockey stick and a puck. We see Quade de'Sade stun Draven Shadows with a huge punch. Jeff Christianson then shoots the puck right at Draven Shadows.)

AM: "NUT SHOT!"

(We see Jeff run over. Quade also lays on Shadows for the cover. One... Two... Three... It's over. We look on the other end of the net and see Rawstarr stuck, trapped under the visiting net.)

HS: "What a match! Can we cut the phone lines now?!"

FJ: "I don't think so. Thank you for calling in again Al."

AM: "My pleasure. Just glad to call my second ever PRISON RULES, CANADIAN HOCKEY WARFARE GAME!"

(We hear the phone line hang up.)

HS: "I once again say this... I hope this is the second and last time I work with that guy."

FJ: "I hear your contract is up for renewal soon. You think a sign and trade with NBC for Al Michaels could be in the works? After all, you haven't signed yet!"

HS: "Don't give ANY in the front office any ideas!"

(The camera pans to the outside of Jason Storm's door. It opens up and Sienna Harrison walks out with her hair obviously messed up and her mascara slightly running down her face. It's unclear where the tears came from, but it is clear that she was crying. Sienna is once again wearing her heels, but she seems a bit shaken up, despite the joy that we heard earlier in the night. Her lip trembles a bit as she puts a hand over her mouth.)

STORM: "Better luck next time, sport; when will you come back again?"

SIENNA: "I won't."

(Jason comes out, leaning cockily on the door frame.)

STORM: "Yes you will; though for the life of me I can't figure out why. I mean, I know the REASON, but I can't think of why you'd do this to yourself...other than you like it, obviously..."

SIENNA: "I hate it. I hate you. Fuck you. And I hope you lose the title tonight, because you obviously don't deserve to be wearing it right now."

STORM: "No you don't, no you don't, you already did in a weird, indirect way, no I won't and yes I do."

HS: "How does he live with himself..."

FJ: "One awesome day at a time, Herb."

SIENNA: "You're pathetic. Don't you have your own sister to manipulate? Oh wait-- she won't even give you the time of day, now will she?"

(Clearly, Sienna knows nothing about Storm's family, though it seems like a good insult in this point in time.)

(Storm's eyes widen in shock, and for a moment it looks like he's...blinking back tears? The look is quickly shaken off, and replaced with a smile.)

STORM: "None of them will; they think I'm an ass-hole."

HS: "Imagine that."

SIENNA: "Yeah? Storm..."

(Sienna takes a step forward.)

SIENNA: "You don't know shit about family."

STORM: "Enlighten me."

SIENNA: "If you knew what it felt like to have people love you and tell you that every day... No matter how many times you've fought... And to have blood that will look out for you, no matter how degrading or how painful... You wouldn't dare think about pulling the shit you're pulling. Honestly, it's a little depressing. Because I think if I weren't here to play your games, you'd probably have killed yourself already."

(Sienna is speaking from the heart, and not speaking to be witty. She is obviously distressed and is slowly walking away from Storm, eager to get him to shut up.)

(Storm has bitten the outside of his lip as he listened to the naive little twit sound off on him, but he soon walks after her, whispering like a snake in her ear.)

STORM: "Well, you can certainly account for yourself about looking out for your blood no matter how painful or degrading...but who's looking out for YOU?"

SIENNA: "Back away from me..."

STORM: "What has your family done for you that mine hasn't done for me? Your father is a criminal who is now on the run from both the law and the mob, putting untold stress on everyone in the family, especially your mother. Speaking of her, what has she done besides sit around and feel sorry for herself?"

SIENNA: "You're insane, how dare you compare your family to mine. You stay away from me, don't you even think about touching me. I'll tell; they'll kill you."

STORM: "Who, your brother? The same brother that was willing to whore you out on national television just to get a match against me? The same brother who's career, life, and fiancée meant more to him that helping his baby sister? Yeah, I'll bet he'll get right on that."

SIENNA: "Yes, my brother! He may not always be there, and he may only appear in my life when he can use me to get something he wants, but he's my brother no less. The kind of drama you're causing could make him see so. He'll kill you; he'll kick your ass... if you'd only back away from hiding behind his pregnant fiancée. You sick, twisted p..."

STORM: "Then tell me Sienna; he just had the chance right now. We were on camera until the action started, he saw Maria leave the room; all he had to do was come here and ah...'save' you. So why didn't he?"

SIENNA: "He... he... abandoned me? No, no he can't, he can't. We are... we were... no, he loves me, he's my brother, and he's my keeper! He can't, he couldn't' he wouldn't."

STORM: "Why didn't he come in and stop me from making you...come? Why didn't he come here and stop me from making you LIKE IT?"

(Storm, at this point, has Sienna cornered, and his hands are tracing her thigh to her ribs and back down again.Sienna is sobbing now, she can't stop herself from crying from all the overwhelming emotion, or at least it looks like it. She looks down at his hand trailing up and down her, keeping her eyes hidden. She reaches to wipe away one of her tears and slyly puts one of her hands behind her back, appearing like she's about to lean back)

SIENNA: "Why didn't you stop me? Why didn't you keep me from LIKING it so much? Why didn't you save me, if you knew I was going to be a victim? Alright, Storm. If he won't save me, if you won't either, then I'll save myself."

(Sienna reaches towards Storm, gently laying a hand on his cheek; and brings him in for a kiss!)

HS: "No, no Sienna! You don't have to do this to yourself!"

FJ: "Yes! She has seen the light!"

(Storm is shocked at first, but is only to happy to return it with a wink at the camera and, presumably, Evan. Sienna starts to get a little into it, groping around and feeling Storm up...only to for her hands to grasp around a pen in Jason's back pocket; the same pen he used to force her to sign her dignity away. Without warning, she suddenly rips it out, opens the cap, and stabs Storm in the thigh.)

STORM: "MOTHER-*BLEEP*ER!!!!!"

HS: "Good for her!"

FJ: "How dare she..?"

(Sienna takes this moment to shove Storm away and run as fast as a woman in heels can. Storm bellows again as rips the pen out of his leg. He glares down the hallway at Sienna before taking off at a charging limp)

STORM: "Get back here, you BITCH!"

(Sienna runs as hard and fast as she can, sneaking looks back whenever she feels she can. She pauses for moment to pull off her shoes and throw them at him as forceful as she can manage and continues running)

SIENNA: "*BLEEP* YOU!"

(Sienna continues to run, weaving in and out of hallways trying to get out, panting and slowly realizing that the fear is starting to consume her)

HS: "Run girl run!"

(Sienna runs out a set of doors, and disappears from sight, while Storm is now leaning against a wall, trying to stop the bleeding with his hand. By this point, several trainers and backstage crewmen have now arrived at the scene, too late to do anything of use or note other than to offer Storm some rather obvious advice.)

CREWMAN: "Geeze champ; you might want to get that looked at."

(Storm doesn't even spare the man a glance, as he continues to glare at Sienna's retreating figure. Finally, realizing that it is getting him nowhere, Storm limps off to the on-hand EMTs.)

(Back in the skybox, an irritated Low is on his cellphone.)

LOW: "No, no, no, I'm not going to do that? ... Why? What do you mean, why? ... Come on, Travis, these two can't even hold a candle to the greatness that is Low. I don't want to do it. ... Fine ..."

(Low presses a button on his phone and pocket it before continuing.)

LOW: "Up next is a match between two guys who couldn't hold a candle to me. Oh, sure, they've both won against me, but can they honestly say they've beaten me? Well, who is the man making career decisions FOR THEM while they STILL compete for the AWA Cruiserweight title, huh? These two men beating me is like Billy Kidman beating Hulk Hogan eight years ago. Of course, I'm talking about my former protege LOGAN ALEXANDER and the man who put me out of commission with one of his reckless flippy floppy kiddy moves, EVAN HEIR!"

(Low looks at the cards with the results of the voting for Vortex 2008.)

LOW: "21% of you want to see these two losers in a SUBMISSION MATCH... 32% of you want to see them in an IRON MAN MATCH... and 47% of you want to see them in a TLC MATCH!"

("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 with the Cruiserweight belt around his waist. 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 removes the Cruiserweight belt and holds it up in the air for several moments before handing it to the referee. He then walks over to one corner far from the entry ramp and leans back in the corner, awaiting his opponent.)

(A camera pans past a set of tables still folded up and laid out flat on the mats next to the ring. Up on the Ameritron the screen has been spilt in three like a parody of a hippies peace sign showing those very tables on the bottom, sets of ladders in the top right and folded steel chairs up in the upper left.)

Ring Announcer: "This match is for the AWA Cruiserweight Championship. Entering first from Toronto, Canada. Weighing in at 208 pounds..."

FJ: "And a half dozen twinkies."

Ring Announcer: "The American Wrestling Alliance cruiserweight champion, LOBGAN ALEXANDER!!"

(A whirring sound is heard for about five seconds, before the beat begins to play from Kanye West and Daft Punk's "Stronger". Evan Heir walks out from behind the curtains, dressed in his usual black pants and white robe. He throws a few punches at the camera closest to him before proceeding to walk down the ramp. Evan jumps onto the apron and before entering the ring, removes the robe from his body. Evan ascends the turnbuckles, throwing his signature "V" signal into the air. Seconds pass before Evan jumps down from the turnbuckles. He then runs against the ropes, jogging back and forth around the ring a bit to get warmed up as he awaits combat.)

Ring Announcer: "And the challenger weighing in at 185 pounds EVAN HEIR!!"

(Don in the ring Logan Alexander wraps his arm around Sienna's waist and drops a peck on her cheek. Logan comes to a halt on the ramp staring at the cruiserweight champion.)

HS: "The mind games never stop. Evan Heir's sister is shacked up with the man whose tile Evan heir hopes to wearing at the end of this match!!"

(Evan starts back down the ramp but avoids the steel steps and makes his way around to the announcers table.)

Ring Announcer: "This match is a tables, ladders and chair match for the AWA Cruiserweight championship!"

(Sienna realizes what is about to happen and slides out of the ring and intercepts her brother. Even shoves hers aside (gently ) and slides into the ring with a steel chair in hand.)

HS: "There's the bell and Evan Heir is set to mean business. I'm not even sure he cares about the belt."

(Evan comes to his knees as Logan charges in, Evan swings the chair wildly but it6's a feint and Logan jogs back; Evan gets to his feet swinging the steel chair like and axe and again feinting. Logan goes to duck and Evan dips the chair in mid swing and snaps Logan's leg just above his left kneecap!)

FJ: "Another AWA example of brotherly love!"

(Logan is on the mat hugging his leg crying in pain. Tossing the chair aside Evan Stomps the injured leg rapidly causing Logan to scream and scramble away in effort to escape; Evan stalks Logan t the ropes the grabs Logan by his ankle and drags him to the center. Evan twists the left leg in to an ankle lock the drops to the mat wrapping his legs around Logan in a grape vine lock.)

FJ: "Evan is looking to make an early Deposit. He's trying to turn Logan and put more pressure on that injured joint!"

(Evan's sister Sienna runs around so she can see into Logan's face and shouts encouragement to him. The referee slides in to check on the champ but Logan is in another place as fights against the pain; Sienna runs around to the other side to face her brother demanding the pleading before she starts threatening him. Evan shouts back at her. Releasing the leg Evan stands and walks over to the ropes point down at here shouting a stream of words that would only be censored if broadcast.)

FJ: "Oh no Evan had him but he let family matters get in the way!"

HS: "Evan strategy had this match won in the opening minutes, but looks like the champ had a plan of his own and it's the plan he's been using on Evan Heir for the last four weeks and Logan ad Sienna: Logan wraps one arm across the chest of his opponent then sweeps the Evan's leg with his own leg to slam the him back on to the mat. Logan snatches Evan's arm into an arm and start to lock in a triangle hold on tne challenger to his title. Evan tries to scramble out of the Chaos Theory.)

FJ: "Sienna's loyalty seems to change with the wind, she is shouting at Logan to let Evan go now!"

(Evan is able to get a boot on the tope and the ref has to warn Logan off.)

HS: "there's the prize, if either of these two actually care about it. Strung up twenty-five feet above the ring. The Cruiserweight title belt. First man to unhook gets the title!"

(Logan gets to his feet, the damage from the chair shot makes him favour the right leg but not enough to stop him Knee Dropping Evan Heir in the chest. Evan rolls to the corner cringing from the blow; Logan rolls to his knees then to his feet again limping badly and finds Evan's chair. Logan looks at Evan, then Sienna who looks shell shocked then the chair; Logan props Evan into sitting position against the post and loges the chair in front of his face using the ropes Logan takes his time walking to the opposite corner, the fans screaming with anticipation, Herb and Frank are speechless. Logan running and leaps into a Drop Kick planting both boots squarely into the chair and into Evan Heir!)

HS: "Every frakking time a belt hangs above an AWA ring blood and broken bones stain this ring. Why the Hell does gold have cost so goddamn much!?!?"

(Fans at rings start chant 'Logan, Logan, Logan!!" the Cruiserweight champion slips out of the ring and garbs up a ladder. Once inside the ring he checks Evan; he is out cold from the drop kick-chair shot.)

HS: "Logan, wasting no more time with the challenger Evan Heir is about to secure his reign as Cruiserweight Champion1"

(Logan shunts the twenty foot ladder to the center of the ring. Partially hopping he erects the ladder and starts to climb. The fans in Chicago's Allstate Arena are electrified, cries of 'oooloh!' suddenly fill the air when half way up Logan's left kne fold and slips to the bottom rung.)

HS: "Evans tactics earlier on are still effecting Logan!"

FJ: "A chair shot that may live on in infamy of after dropkicking ten same chair into Evan's face Logan's finds he cannot climb the ladder. Oh irony I love you!"

(Logan uses the ladder to pull himself up from his knees; Evan Heir shakes his head clear from Logan Alexander's dropkick and sees the danger as Logan ignores him and starts a second ascent.)

(The fans favour is split as Evan shows signs of consciousness. Chants of 'Evan Evan, Evan!!' now rise to match those for the champion; Evan finally pu7lls himself to his feet but still shaky he has a hold of the ropes. The chant for Evan Heir erupts into cheer Evan is buoyed by the support; Evan leaps to the top of the turnbuckle and takes a long heartbeat to measure up his opponent on the larder the Evan flies; leaping on to the top ropes about five feet from the corner Evan is catapulted up and towards the ladder striking it with a Missile Dropkicking both ladder and champion to the opposite corner!)

(Logan crashes to the mat, the momentum carries him out of the ring and to the mats. Evan rolls with the fall and comes to his feet. Moving to the ropes he sees his sisters boyfriend trying to get t a vertical base. Running to the other side of the ring Evan hits the ropes for momentum of his own and exits the ring under the bottom rope striking the rising champ with a Baseball Slide to his shoulders slamming him into to the barriers where fans cheer, reach out to touch and smile into the cameras just for mom.) FJ: "Evan 's taken back control of this match Herb and Logan might be wishing he passed on that blind date with Evan's sister, after internet romances never work out!"

HS: "Just cos you got dumped by that transvestite Frank."

FJ: "That was not my fault the agency said it was a lack of deep compatibility and besides she looked good in the photo."

HS: "He."

FJ: "Whatever, eeeewww."

HS: "Next time use Cialis Frank."

FJ: "You are so off my Christmas card list Herb!"

(Evan staggers past Logan and brings out a table and sets it up in front of Frank and Herb. Evan returns to Logan and bring him to his feet; Logan twist through Evans grapple into a Full Arm Twist and rams his shoulder into Evan's upper arm, Evan Heir is rocked and the champ Wrenches the arm by jerking down then slamming his shoulder into it again; Logan slams into Heir a third time and Hooks his head in a Side Headlock then DDT's Evan to the mats. Logan drags Evan up off the mats with him and pulls him to the table and slaps an openhanded chop across his chest; Logan climbs to the apron and starts up the post but sees Evan already recovering and leaps down to garb Evan and keep on the table; Grabbing Heir by the hair Logan rams a Headbutt into Evans face and he collapses back to the table Logan turn to climb the apron again but Evan rolls from the table and catches Logan half way and drops him through the table with a Crucifix DDT. Sienna runs around the ring to get Logan but is blocked by Evan who motions for her to go away as he yells at her. Sienna is pissed and slaps Evan which gets him an 'Ooooh' from the fans gathered around Frank and Herbs desk.)

FJ: "Looks like all not well in the House of Heir, maybe we should call Snake to give them some counseling!?"

HS: "Next you'll be suggesting that the take therapy classes with deSade and Christianson!"

FJ: "Couldn't hurt!"

(Evan spit the taste from his mouth and slips back into the ring and exists out the other side to pull another ladder into the ring. As he hauls it in he shove the buckled one that Logan used earlier up over the top rope; outside the ring Sienna is beside the fallen Logan Alexander watching as her brother folds out the ladder beneath the A.W.A. Cruiserweight title belt.)

(Evan climbs the ladder but is distracted as Sienna again comes around to the side of the ring shouting at her younger brother for what he did o Logan,; just like siblings the continent over Heir declares that it' not his fault, Logan started it, etc. Meanwhile under cover of the fans cheers Logan pulls himself from the wrecked table and slides in, he's slow and shaken from the impact but the brother and sister are at it tooth and nail as they have been Evan's pre-school years; Logan grabs Evan around his waste and Suplexes him from the ladder to the cheers of the Logan camp among the fans.)

(Logan adjusts the ladder beneath his belt and starts climbing. Half way up Logan spots Evan climbing the other side.)

(Evan reaches around the ladder trying to grab Logan but Logan slaps away his hand and shakes the ladder threatening to topple it and forcing Evan to hold on with both hands.)

(Both men make to the top and square off. Evan snaps a Toe Kick at Logan's damaged left leg; Logan jerks away and becomes unbalanced and the ladder begins to lean to the side leaving only two feet on the floor; Evan leans away and the ladder stall, pulls back and brings Logan with it; Evan leaps and catches the champ with a Clothesline and falls with him to the canvas.)

(Both men lie stunned on the canvas. The referee makes an appearance to make sure neither man has suffered severe injury or worse. He signals to the match official and the ref steps away signaling that match will continue.)

(Evan Heir is first to recover and crawls his way towards the ladder that has fallen onto the ropes.)

(Logan rises using the ropes to pull himself up to a vertical base. Seeing his opponent reaching for the ladder Logan charges Evan; the challenger must have eyes in the back of his head as he rolls away just enough to catch the champ in a Drop Toe-Hold that pulls him face first down in to the step ladder. Evan pulls Logan clear of the ladder and hauls it to the center of ring and begins to set it up beneath the belt. Logan is recovering fast and Evan turns his attention to him and backs him into a corner where he steps back and as Logan moves back out to meet Evan Heir the challenger drops him hard with a Roundhouse Kick. Evan returns to the ladder and begins to climb again, his fans cheering and chanting as Sienna moves to try and wake Logan. )

(Logan pulls himself back into consciousness and makes his way to the ladder and tries to grab at Evan a nd pull him free but only gets a boot in his face for the effort. Evan continues to climb and Logan climbs up after him; again he garbs on Evan and uses him for handholds to pull himself up. Evan tries to fight against the extra weight of the champ pulling him down and away from the belt; He swings out with a back handed blow but Logan is to close and the shot doesn't have enough power in it Logan wraps is arms around Evan threatening a Suplex but Evan starts jabbing the Champ with sharp elbows to his head. Evan continues to plant elbows then punches into Logan's face as he turns to face him; Evan Logan struggle until Evan manages to puls Logan's arms from around is waist and shoves him from the ladder, Evan Heir follows Logan with Moonsault and pulling the champ with him into a DDT.)

FJ: "Evan Heir have just killed any chance of Logan Alexander retaining the Cruiserweight title if he can just capitalize from the Moonsault-DDT!"

(Evan pulls himself free of Logan's crumpled body and sets the ladder up one more time and start climbing. Slowly, painfully he rises one step at a time towards the title belt hung twenty-five feet above the ring. Logan, perhaps out of some sense of urgency makes his way to the ladder despite the pain from the fall and garbs both sides and starts shaking. The stepladder starts to rock and Evan is forced to halt his progress or risk falling a good fifteen feet to the canvas below; Suddenly Evan shunts himself to the top of the ladder and jumps and lands on Evan Heir twenty feet below!)

FJ: Frog Star Leg Drop on Logan Alexander!!"

HS: "Check the replay, I think Evan may have just committed suicide just to spite Sienna's boyfriend!"

(The replay shows Evan Heir leaving the ladder as Logan Alexander almost has the ladder tipped all the way over. The slow motion slows to a frame by frame and close in on Evan Heir as he summersault down into Logan Alexander but doesn't quite come all the way through and image by image he is shown crashing down on Logan and his head colliding awkwardly with ladder as he lands.)

HS: "The referee is checking both men out now but Logan slammed that steel chair into Evan Heirs head earlier on in the match and that impact could not have done anything good for the injuries he's already suffered!"

FJ: "What about Logan Alexander, he had no way of dodging that move and his title reign may have been saved by Evan Heir recklessness if the ref counts the both out or calls the contest a draw."

(Evan Heirs hand suddenly shoots up into the air and the fans at ringside and through out the Allstate arena cheer and scream out of amazement at the resilience of the American Wrestling Alliance contender.)

HS: "My God, how can he me getting up. He dropped twenty feet onto Logan's shoulders and crushed him. There was absolutely no forgiveness in that shot from the contender!"

Evan Heir finds the ladder and pushes it upright. Sliding it under the belt he again starts climbing and no man present in the arena denies him the respect after surviving a devastating move from on top of the very ladder he is climbing now.)

(Unbelievable Logan rolls to his stomache and ;pushes himself slowly, agonizingly to his knees where he sees Evan going for the belt. Desperately Logan makes his way to the ladder and climbs the opposite side screaming at Evan to try and distract him from this goal. Evan won't be sidetracked and makes it to the top and reaches for the belt. He inches his finger closer but he is out of reach and takes a step closer but still falls short; Logan reaches the top and slam a Punch to the gut of Evan Heir; Evan grabs the top of the ladder with both hands and tries to push through pain as Logan tries to reach up past him to get the belt '; Evan Heir will not be denied this chance and grabs both of Logan Alexanders arms and for a moment, twenty feet above the naked, unforgiving floor of the ring. Both men bloodied, bruised and near broken come less than inch as they stare each other in eyes.)

FJ: "There is no way the fans here in Chicago can possible do anything more to show their appreciation for these men who have all but broken their bodies in pursuit of that belt which is barely a foot from either of them!!"

HS: "I have rarely seen the AWA fans so enraptured and by two equally match wrestlers. There are literally less than a handful of contest that have come to such an intense moment as this ... Mexican standoff!"

(Suddenly Heir drops a few steps. He maintains a hold on Logan's arms and pulls his face straight down into the top of the steel stepladder. Evan climbs back up and drives Logan's face down into it once ... twice more; Logan reels from the pain but Evan Heir keeps a hold of his arms; Evan, using Logan as support runs u the last few steps and nails Logan with a snap Toe Kick to the side of his head; Evan release his grip and Logan falls limply to the canvas and bounces. Evan Heir crouches like a gargoyle on the top step of the ladder almost collapsing from the effort but pushes upwards and takes the A.W.A. Cruiserweight belt from the hook and the mob explodes in congratulations.)

(The bell rings and the announcer declares 'Your Winner and new American Wrestling Alliance's Cruiserweight Champion: EVAN HEIR!!!)

HS: "Wow, what an upset!"

FJ: "Hmm... I wonder if this changes anything between Evan, Logan, and Sienna?"

HS: "I doubt it."

(The scene shifts towards the back as we see Sir Nathaniel Henry Lee GBE standing backstage in his wrestling gear and his No Limits Championship title around his waist. Next to him is interviewer, Larry Porter.)

LP: "I'm being joined at this time by Sir Nathaniel Henry Lee GBE, the No Limits Champion. Tonight he is set to take on Onslaught for said title in either a No Holds Barred match, a Triple Glass Table match, or a Parking Lot Brawl. It's been documented in the past, Sir Henry, that your "match of choice" is the Triple Glass Table match. Are you prepared for any chance that you're NOT going to get this stipulation?"

NHL: "Larry, I'm prepared for whatever I get thrown in front of me. Let me point out toyou something that may not be so obvious to everyone else. Each of those matches have no rules. You can go anywhere, do what you want, and it's all legal. The only catch is that the No Holds Barred match is NOT falls count anywhere. I can manage that. I can do to Benjamin in those matches what I can do to him in the Triple Glass Table match. The only catch is how you win. Either way, I'm planning to bust his face open and drain him of his blood before the night's through. My strategy doesn't change. He WILL go through tables tonight."

LP: "Do you think that if Onslaught doesn't see your side of things tonight that there will be some sort of an intervention with Brian Stevens?"

NHL: "You know Larry, I don't really give a damn. Benjamin's always been a thorn in my side and I simply cannot WAIT to remove it!"

LP: "Thank you for your time, Sir Henry. Good luck with your match tonight."

NHL: "Thank you, Larry, but I need no luck offered."

(We cut away to the skybox once again, where Low is sipping from his drink.)

LOW: "Up next is a match which is especially interesting for me. People have been wondering, with The Legendary Low turning on Brian Stevens at Wrestlefest IX back in December, where does that leave Damage, Inc.? Where does that leave New York's Finest relationship with his former Tag Team Championship partner? It is a question that is still unanswered. We all know where it left Brian Stevens - on the unemployment line!"

(Low chuckles.)

LOW: "Now, the AWA No Limits title will be on the line next, a title held by yours truly in 2006. Obviously, because EVERY TITLE in the history of the AWA has been held by yours truly. SIR NATHANIEL HENRY LEE GBE defends the title against the dimwit from the state of dimwits, Minnehsohdah, ONSLAUGHT. You, the AWA Faithful, voted for the stipulation in this match, as DAMAGE, INC. EXPLODES."

(Low looks at his card.)

LOW: "22% of you voted for a NO-HOLDS-BARRED MATCH... 24% of you voted for the PARKING LOT BRAWL... and a whopping 74% voted for the TRIPLE GLASS TABLE MATCH!"

HS: "TRIPLE GLASS TABLES?!"

FJ: "Someone is going to die!"

HS: "We've...we've never had a Triple Glass Tables match in the history of this company. In fact, this will be a first for this sport!"

FJ: "No – seriously – someone is going to die."

(Production Assistants and Stage Hands start rushing down to the ring with Glass Table after Glass Table, surrounding the ringside area with them.)

HS: "The object of this match is simple: throw your opponent through 3 glass tables to win the match. You can slam them through, press them through – it just needs to be an offensive maneuver."

FJ: "Ugh. This place is starting to look like Pier 1 Imports."

(We can count 9 tables set up on the outside of the ring by the AWA Production Crew and the reality is starting to dawn upon us...something bad is going to happen here tonight.)

HS: "The Triple Glass Table match was initially introduced as a concept by Nathan Hawthorne-Lee in his war with Maxx Skabb at Vortex 2005. That year, the Boiler Room Brawl option was voted in as the winner but that didn't halt NHL from using the tables that evening."

FJ: "Right, it's hard to forget what actually happened."

HS: "Henry happened. That diabolical son-of-a-bitch happened and; as I recall, Vortex 2005 may very well be the birthplace of Henry."

FJ: "In the AWA, anyways."

HS: "As far as I know – as far as you know – the first time he reared his head was at Vortex 05 when he ended Nathan's association with Toxic Melody and Snake by betraying Snake and violently throwing Snake through a stake of the Glass Tables backstage. Snake wasn't seen in the AWA after that for nearly a year later."

FJ: "And, just think of what these idiots are going to do to one another tonight. Skin will tear, Summers. They are going to scar their bodies because both men are too damn ignorant and arrogant to sit down and hash out their differences. These masochists – these former Damage, Inc. partners – are going to friggin' kill each other tonight and you people have Brian f'ing Stevens to thanks."

HS: "FRANK!"

FJ: "What?"

HS: "Low and Gray are going to kill you! You just said his name on live television."

FJ: "What?"

HS: "Stevens."

FJ: "Who?"

HS: "Brian Stevens. You said Brian f'ing Stevens."

FJ: "And so did you so I guess we're even, aren't we?"

(Frank laughs as it appears all the tables are checked and in place. The AWA Production Crew scurry to get the hell away from this travesty waiting to happen and, just seconds later, the house lights dim as white lights strobe to the beginning of "Am I Evil?" by Diamond Head, which blares throughout the arena.)

HS: "Here we go, Frank."

FJ: "Please tell me Henry was smart enough to bring Hockey Equipment or Football Gear...something other than his regular attire."

(A few seconds have past and red begins to strobe with the white as NHL walks out from the back curtain. As he comes out through the curtain he spits out water from his mouth and he stands under the red strobe, leaving a hideously evil look about his face.)

FJ: "Oh, you idiot! You're regular ring gear?!"

HS: "Obviously he's confident, Frank. Sir Henry is the demented, twisted bastard who came up with this match concept and he obviously feels as if he knows the strategy to winning here tonight."

FJ: "Ugh...at least were some Doctor Doom armor or something, Henry. You know – just in case."

(The moments pass and Henry starts towards the ring. As NHL slowly makes his way to the ring, he ignores the reactions from the crowd as he walks closer and closer to his destination. Henry pauses before he ascends the ring steps and heads into the ring through the top and middle ropes. Henry stands on the bottom rope, pointing to the crowd and cursing the people at ringside. Henry stops jeering and closes his eyes, tipping his head up as if looking at the rafters. After a moment, he opens his eyes, takes in a deep breath, and steps down.)

HS: "No hesitation on his wicked face."

FJ: "Just a scowl and that's what worries me. It's as if he's ignoring the stipulation entirely or just simply not worried about it."

HS: "I doubt that. He knows what he has to do. He knows what can potentially be done to him. Henry isn't a dumb man. He's an evil man."

FJ: "Yeah, and this his idea. I get it. This is more like his wet dream, Summers. He gets one of his most hated enemies in a ring surrounded by panes upon panes of glass. This is bad news all around."

(Henry finds his corner and is followed in by AWA Referee George McGreggor. McGreggor explains the rules to Henry one more time so there is no confusion. Henry doesn't acknowledge McGreggor; instead he keeps his eyes glued to the entrance ramp, awaiting his foe.)

(Atmosphere's "Saves The Day" hits and the lights in the arena slowly dim once again. As the snare hits, a different color light flood the Vortex stage. It's not long before the man himself steps through the "O" tunnel slow and methodically.)

HS: "Onslaught has everything to gain here tonight, Frank."

FJ: "He also has everything to lose!"

HS: "Onslaught has drawn the ire of the Front Office ever since the firing of his lifelong best friend and former AWA World Champion..."

FJ: "Who's name we can't speak..."

HS: "He's been avenging that wrongful termination and he's started at what he feels to be the root of the issue. Sir Nathaniel Henry Lee GBE, the owner and leader of Damage, Incorporated. If Onslaught gets past NHL tonight, we takes the No Limits Championship from the madman, achieves his goal and is able to fight the next stage of his war. However, if he fails, he could very well be terminated by the office of Low and Travis Gray."

(Onslaught isn't in his ring gear. Instead, he's wearing a pair of blue jeans, his ring boots and a pair of black MMA gloves. As Onslaught walks out from the back, he straps on the last glove – never taking his eyes off of the ring and the No Limits Champion that awaits him. Sir Henry steps out from his corner and beckons Onslaught to the ring with a wave of his hand. Onslaught's lip snarls as he complies, sprinting to the ring past the Glass Tables. The big man slides into the ring and the bell sounds as "Saves The Day" dies out. Sir Henry immediately puts the boots to Onslaught but the behemoth shoves NHL away, giving himself some time to breath.)

HS: "IT'S ON! Triple Glass Tables, a first in this sport, begins now!"

FJ: "Hell, the last time we see either of these two men unscarred."

(Onslaught fights up to his feet, but like a Pit Bull, NHL is back on Onslaught with some stiff, solid punches to the face. Onslaught staggers after the first few, but fires back with a few of his own. Finally, it breaks down to both men trading punch after punch. The power of Onslaught eventually wins out and he punches NHL back to the ropes. Onslaught has NHL teetering on the middle rope but he, too, fights up to his feet as Onslaught sprints to the ropes. Onslaught looks for a clothesline up and over, but NHL back body drops Onslaught over the top rope! Onslaught, however, has the wherewithal to grab the top rope and lands on the apron. NHL staggers away from the ropes and turns back towards Onslaught. Onslaught hits a shoulder to NHL's midsection that staggers NHL mid-ring. As soon as NHL looks back to Onslaught, the Seven Footer slingshots himself into the ring and DRILLS NHL in the face with a flying shoulder tackle! Onslaught doesn't relent in his attack as he grabs NHL by the wrist and drags him up to his feet. Onslaught screams something at NHL before hitting a shortarm clothesline! Onslaught maintains his grab on NHL's wrist and drags him up to his feet again for a short-arm clothesline and connects BIG TIME, turning and flipping NHL inside out!)

HS: "Sir Henry might want to reconsider how much of a threat Onslaught is to him and his No Limits Championship now."

FJ: "Ya think? Onslaught looks like a man possessed."

(Onslaught spits on NHL before grabbing him by the back of the neck and lifting him back up to his feet. Onslaught bitch slaps NHL before shoving him into the corner and following in quickly with a series of back elbows ala Kevin Nash. NHL tries to cover up, but Onslaught doesn't give him a second to breath as he sprints out of the corner and explodes back in with a Body Avalanche. NHL stumbles out of the corner and Onslaught again takes to the ropes and lunges at NHL with a Big Boot. NHL ducks out of desperation and, on the turn around, is caught by a boot to the gut by Onslaught. Onslaught makes a throat slitting motion as he hoists NHL up for a BOOF Bomb!)

HS: "A BOOF Bomb!? This early in the match? If Onslaught hits this, it's over!"

FJ: "He won't even need the other tables, Summers! NHL going head and neck first through glass would finish him and I don't mean just in this match!"

(Onslaught walks NHL to the ropes where a glass table waits...but NHL panics and squirms free. NHL falls to his knees and is quick to uppercut Onslaught from behind with a low blow.)

FJ: "Whew."

HS: "Sir Henry just avoided some serious trouble by squirming out of that BOOF Bomb attempt and bought himself some time by hitting Onslaught low."

FJ: "No rules, Summers. ANYTHING GOES here tonight!"

HS: "And that may be Sir Henry's saving grace!"

(Both NHL and Onslaught fight up to their feet at the same time and Onslaught turns towards Henry again...BAM! NHL kicks Onslaught square in the nuts! The crowd boo's as NHL laughs them off. NHL leaves the ring and grabs a steel chair from ringside, throwing it into the ring. NHL grabs ANOTHER chair and throws that one into the ring followed by yet another one. THREE CHAIRS litter the ring as Referee McGreggor can only plead with NHL from the inside of the ring. NHL shoots McGreggor a nasty look as he eyes up a Glass Table and smirks a sickening smirk. NHL powers the table up from it's center and hoists it up, maneuvering the table into the ring by backing it in over the top rope. The table rests in the ring against the top rope and NHL slides into the ring after it.)

FJ: "And it begins..."

HS: "Sir Henry obviously has some bad intention planned for Onslaught AND that Glass Table."

(NHL kicks Onslaught in the back of the head and goes back to his table and hoists it up once again, dragging it to the corner and bridging it from the mat to the top turnbuckle. After NHL is satisfied with how he has the table set up, he turns around and finds Onslaught fighting up to his feet. NHL explodes out of the corner and boots Onslaught in the gut. Onslaught buckles over and NHL hits a European Uppercut that rocks Onslaught backwards and against the rope. Onslaught stumbles out and NHL headbutts Onslaught. NHL quickly explodes to the ropes and hits Onslaught off the rebound with a leaping European Uppercut that floors Onslaught. NHL grabs Onslaught up by the scruff of his neck and locks in a cravat and walks Onslaught by his twisted head and neck to the table. Onslaught tries pulling away and NHL reacts accordingly, driving his knee into the trapped face of Onslaught over and over. Onslaught finally falls down to a knee and NHL pulls hard on his trapped, contorted head and neck and finally has him in position to go through the table. NHL sets Onslaught up for a suplex, but Onslaught punches NHL in the gut long enough to free himself.)

HS: "Onslaught just saved himself, Frank."

FJ: "Saved me, too."

HS: "Excuse me?"

FJ: "Just...I've got a real, real bad feeling about this match. Someone isn't making it out of this thing unscathed."

(Onslaught slugs NHL in the face, trying to muster a comeback. NHL fires back. Onslaught fires! NHL fires! Both men start trading blows right next to the table! Finally, Onslaught knees NHL in the gut and follows it up with a headbutt to the back of the neck and head. Onslaught takes a deep breath and hits the ropes! Onslaught fires off a running boot, but NHL sidesteps and drop toe holds Onslaught through the table!!! The fans immediately ‘OHHH!' the moment and Frank screams like a girl.)

FJ: "Gah...I think I'm going to be sick, Summers."

HS: "Onslaught...Onslaught just crashed through that pane of glass FACE FIRST!"

FJ: "Ugh."

HS: "The referee, George McGreggor, is stopping this match momentarily to ensure the safety of Onslaught as a piece of glass could've potentially severed an artery or stuck an eyeball."

FJ: "..."

(Silence reigns over the arena as AWA Trainers tend to Onslaught, pulling him out of the glass. AWA Production Crew members rush onto the scene and sweep the glass out of the ring. We take a second and get a close up of Onslaugh....oh my god! The big guy is bleeding like a stuck pig from his forehead. The trainers give McGreggor the go-ahead to continue the match and McGreggor restarts the contest. Onslaught tries to get himself up off the mat but, like a shark to blood, NHL sprints at Onslaught and dropkicks the big man right on the laceration. Onslaught falls down to his belly and immediately a pool of blood collects near his face on the mat.)

FJ: "Sweet Jesus..look at the blood, Summers."

HS: "No one said war was pretty. This match is no exception! This match was never advertised as a being a mat wrestling classic. These men want to spill each other's blood and, right now, Onslaught is spilling enough for both men."

(NHL mounts Onslaught and pulls back on his chin in a modified Camel Clutch. NHL starts digging into the laceration of Onslaught with his fingernails, trying to rip the wound open wider. Onslaught screams out in pain and NHL screams into Onslaught's ear, mocking his cries. NHL jumps on the small of Onslaught's back before dismounting. NHL brings Onslaught up to his feet and quickly snaps off a suplex and immediately shoots up to his feet and drops a knee on the gushing forehead of Onslaught. NHL stops for a second and looks at the Glass Tables surrounding the ring, plotting his next move.)

HS: "Sir Henry is eyeing up those glass tables."

FJ: "As well he should be. He wants to end this as painlessly for himself as possible and it time to plot that next move out, Herbie."

HS: "If NHL gets Onslaught through another table, one would have to assume that this thing is done, don't they, Frank?"

FJ: "Absolutely. If Onslaught careens through another table, this thing is all but done."

(NHL nods his head, accepting his own advice and rolls out of the ring. Much like the last time, NHL picks up the table by it's middle and lifts it up and over the top rope. However, unlike last time, Onslaught is able to react! Onslaught hits a baseball slide to NHL that sends him hard into the barricade at ringside. NHL flies back hard and cracks his skull hard against the rail. Onslaught picks the table up and moves it off to the side in the nearby corner before hitting the far ropes...SUICIDE DIVE!!! Onslaught sandwiches NHL's body between his own and the guardrail! The fans erupt in cheers for Onslaught and, eventually, a very loud "BOOF, BITCH!" chant breaks out!)

HS: "From seemingly nowhere, Onslaught is back in this thing! Onslaught...he maybe a bloody mess, but damn it! He's alive! He's fighting and he's giving his everything here tonight!"

FJ: "He may be bleeding a sick, perverse amount, but the kids got heart for sure."

(Onslaught leans up against the ring apron for a moment, trying to collect himself. Referee McGreggor asks Onslaught how he's feeling and Onslaught simply nods at him. Onslaught grabs NHL by his hair and brings him up to his feet and brings him back into the ring. Onslaught follows in and slowly gets up to his feet, taking his time to recover and collect himself. Onslaught brings NHL up to his feet and Irish Whips him into one of the three corners that aren't cluttered with a Glass Table. Onslaught chokes NHL with his boot in the corner.)

FJ: "Smart strategy by Onslaught. He's allowing himself to really get his stuff together before he starts going all out while wearing down a fairly fresh Sir Henry."

(Onslaught brings NHL out of the corner and, by the wrist, shoots him right back into the same corner chest-first. NHL stutters backwards and Onslaught follows in and hits a Northern Lariat on NHL! Onslaught is quick to bring NHL right back up and, this time, he shoots him to the ropes...SIDE SLAM! Onslaught pulls himself up quickly and panders to the audience before snapping off a Powerdrive Elbow Drop.)

HS: "Nice execution on the Powerdrive Elbow."

FJ: "Execution is only important when it comes to launching your opponent through the Glass Tables, Summers. Onslaught needs to get back to exerting his energy more wisely."

(The fans start chanting "TABLE! TABLE!". Onslaught smiles a bloody smile and acknowledges the chant by pointing to the Glass Table across the ring from him in the corner. Onslaught brings NHL up by his hair and drags him over to the table. NHL, as he's being brought up by his hair, kicks the knee of Onslaught, which buckles. NHL, like a rabid dog, grabs Onslaught by the throat, trying to steal to air from his lungs. Onslaught is able to get his hands in between Henry's and brush him off. Onslaught is quick to kick NHL in the gut and whips him to the ropes. Onslaught attempts a clothesline, but NHL ducks underneath. On the turnaround, NHL smacks Onslaught good with a forearm. Onslaught staggers to the ropes and NHL rushes in, leaping into the air and sending Onslaught up and over the top rope with a High Knee Lift. Onslaught topples over the top rope and lands hard on the apron. NHL rushes in with a back elbow, but Onslaught is able to hit an elbow of his own to the back of NHL's skull. Onslaught leaps up to the ropes for a Springboard...but NHL quickly – instinctively – turns around and dropkicks the legs of Onslaught who tumbles HARD on the apron again. NHL staggers center ring and grabs one of the 3 steel chairs he threw into the ring not-too-long ago....CRACK! NHL almost decapitates Onslaught with a chair shot and Onslaught crumbles from the ring apron and through ANOTHER table!!)

HS: "This arena – the All State arena in downtown Chicago, Illinois -- has fallen silent once again as their...their hero has had his body thrown through another table."

FJ: "At least he didn't go face first this time. However, this is still incredibly bad news for Onslaught. He went through on his side and maybe a little bit on his chest."

HS: "One more time, AWA Referee George McGreggor has called a pause to the contest."

(As NHL examines the chair he dented over Onslaught's head, a heap of AWA Production and AWA trainers flock to Onslaught to examine him and clean up the shards of glass. The doctors help Onslaught up to his feet this time, by his urging, as the doctors give Referee McGreggor the go-ahead to restart the match. NHL, a bit surprised that Onslaught is up, brings up the steel chair and urges Onslaught to get in the ring. Onslaught willingly complies and he slides into the ring slowly. NHL immediately dives on Onslaught and drives the point of the chair into his gut. Onslaught tries shoving NHL off and getting to his feet, but NHL again shoves the point of the chair into Onslaught ribs. Onslaught falls to a knee as NHL raises the chair above his head and turns his back to Onslaught, proclaiming his demise to the fans. Onslaught quickly crawls and grabs a loose chair in the ring, turns his back to Onslaught to mask his newfound weapon. The fans pop as Onslaught gets up to his feet. NHL turns around...CRACK!!! BOTH MEN bash each other in the face with chairs and both men fall down to the mat. Referee McGreggor kicks both chairs out of the ring since they both absolutely were decimated over both men's skulls.)

FJ: "Concussion city. All aboard."

HS: "This thing has broken down, Frank! NHL may have the advantage with the numbers, but Onslaught is showing that he won't quit!"

FJ: "Yeah? That may be true, Summers, but he needs to start translating some of that heart into results or he's done."

(Both men eventually fight up to their feet. Both men are staggered and tired. Both men are broken and Onslaught is still a bloody mess. The single moment they both make eye contact again, they start exchanging punches! NHL eventually gets the better of the exchange and hits the ropes...Onslaught spins...ROARING LARIAT!!!! NHL gets dumped right on his skull before flipping onto his stomach. Onslaught looks over to the corner...he knows he needs something drastic. Onslaught brings NHL up to his feet by his hair again and powers him into the corner, one of the three minus a table, and powers the AWA No Limits Champion up into a seated position onto the top turnbuckle. Onslaught headbutts NHL before tucking his head into his own shoulder.)

HS: "BOOF BUSTER! BOOF BUSTER! Onslaught is setting up Sir Henry for his finisher!!"

FJ: "Wait...look!"

(Henry struggles free and lands on his feet behind Onslaught...and at NHL's feet is the third and final steel chair! NHL picks it up and as soon as Onslaught turns around....SMASH! NHL floors Onslaught with the chair! Onslaught fights back up to his feet and NHL's jaw drops a little...but he remains undeterred and rears back the chair one more time...CRACK! NHL pancakes the chair over Onslaught's skull again...but this time, Onslaught screams at NHL and gives him the finger, which the fans go NUTS for! NHL boots Onslaught in the gut and rears back further than before and swings wildly! Onslaught ducks underneath and grabs a rear waist...Onslaught German Suplex's NHL through the Glass Table in the corner!!!!)

HS: "WHAT!?"

FJ: "NO WAY!!!"

HS: "Onslaught just dumped Sir Henry through a table with a German Suplex that sent Henry halfway across the ring!"

FJ: "Incredible!"

HS: "Referee McGreggor has stopped any action until the AWA Trainers can get in here and check on Sir Henry. The Production Crew, who has been spectacular all night, will get that glass out of the ring."

FJ: "But what about that suplex, Herbie? Onslaught put him right on his head and neck, driving him through that table. That's exactly what happened a couple of weeks ago when Onslaught BOOF Bombed Henry into a wooden table."

HS: "What a comeback this could be for Onslaught if he manages to pull this one out, Frank."

FJ: "Oh, there's no doubt."

(NHL's back looks to be bleeding ever-so-slightly as he rolls out of the ring. The doctors give McGreggor permission to restart and he does. Onslaught immediately follows after NHL, who is on the ringside floor. NHL turns and sees Onslaught coming and does his best to put some air between the two, but to little avail. Onslaught grabs NHL by the hair and drives his knee into his gut. NHL staggers as Onslaught pursues. NHL starts walking up the ramp, again trying to get away from the 7 foot challenger to his title, but this time, Onslaught gets more creative and flings NHL from the steel entrance ramp and down to the guardrail below. NHL connects gut first and immediately keels over. Onslaught walks up the rest of the ramp and gets up to the top. The big man waits for NHL to get up and come to...and once he does, Onslaught sprints off of the ramp attempts a Corkscrew Plancha, but NHL moves and Onslaught eats concrete. NHL falls to his ass and takes a second to regain his composure.)

HS: "I'm not sure what Onslaught was thinking there, Frank."

FJ: "Just stupid, Summers. He had momentum and he tries to cash in on a pretty-looking Suicide Dive. STAY ON YOUR MAN!"

HS: "Rookie mistake?"

FJ: "Inexperience, for sure."

(NHL finds the strength to pull himself back up and he grabs Onslaught by the hair and drags him along. Obviously NHL has something in mind. NHL finds some open concrete right near the Sound Board and electronic equipment and hiptosses Onslaught to the ground. NHL grabs the soundboard and drops it on top of Onslaught.)

HS: "That moron, he almost took us off the air!!!"

FJ: "Whoa! That's Sir Nathaniel Henry Lee GBE, Summers. I'd watch it."

HS: "How about he uses some common sense, Frank!?"

FJ: "Wow. Kitty's got claws."

(NHL starts throwing sound deck after sound deck on top of Onslaught in a fit of rage. Any piece of equipment near him, NHL throws on top of Onslaught. NHL tries to push over a speaker on Onslaught even! However, Onslaught gets the hell outta the way before that big ass thing hits the ground and sparks up!)

HS: "He just tried to sandwich Onslaught in between the concrete, our sound equipment AND that massive speaker!"

FJ: "Henry wants to end Onslaught's life!!!"

(Onslaught gets up to his feet and tackles NHL down by his waist! Both men roll around on the ground, swinging wildly! This thing has broken down to a simple street fight!!! NHL finally gets the better of the situation and starts violently driving Onslaught's face into the concrete.)

FJ: "Geez...the kid isn't moving."

HS: "Sir Henry, that rotten bastard...he's taken this too far."

FJ: "The kids out."

(Onslaught isn't moving. Henry has bashed his face into the concrete so many times that he appears unconscious. Sir Henry isn't satisfied. In fact, he seems even angrier than before. He's snapped. Sir Henry see a handful of stacked Glass Tables at the edge of the stage, kept on hand as a precautionary measure. They are stacked two high and for Henry that's perfect. He drags one of the stacks of tables and carefully places them over the fallen speakers and equipment, which is still sparking slightly. Henry sees that Onslaught still isn't moving so the diabolical son-of-a-bitch goes for ANOTHER stack of tables.)

HS: "What the heck does he have in mind?"

FJ: "He wants to make Onslaught regret ever messing with him. He wants to make Onslaught forget about his war. He wants him to never even THINK of the word revenge ever again."

HS: "This is disgusting. This is damn pathetic!"

FJ: "This is an exclamation point."

(NHL grabs a handful of Onslaught hair and slaps him across the face. Onslaught's eyes open and he pops up and drives his head into the bridge of NHL's nose! The crowd goes NUTS!)

HS: "WHAT!?"

FJ: "Oh, no way!!!"

HS: "Either Onslaught was playing possum or he just got one hell of a second wind!!!"

(Blood gushes out of the nose of NHL as Onslaught bulrushes him into the side of the steel entrance ramp by the gut, slamming NHL's back into the ramp! NHL panics and throws wild elbows at the back of Onslaught's head and they connect. Onslaught brushes them off and starts wailing away at the gut and ribs of NHL, hitting punch after punch. NHL can't sit there and take it so he throws a wicked right hook that rocks the jaw of Onslaught. NHL turns his back to Onslaught and leaps up, clutches the ramp and pulls himself up. Onslaught sees this in his stagger and immediately snaps back into reality.)

ONSLAUGHT: "Not so fast, Mother Fucker!!"

(Onslaught sprints and leaps up and pulls himself up the ramp. NHL grabs Onslaught by the hair and spins him up the ramp. NHL boots Onslaught in the gut. Onslaught staggers up to the top of the ramp and NHL runs up after him and clubs him in the back of the skull. NHL grabs Onslaught by the ears and throws him towards the edge of the stage nearest the 4 Glass Tables.)

FJ: "No! No! No! Sweet God no!"

HS: "Onslaught is on the brink of being thrown through something he may never recover from!"

FJ: "I told you, Summers! I told you that this was the worst thing that could've happened and now look!"

HS: "This...this could be bad, Frank."

FJ: "No! It WILL be bad!"

(NHL runs at Onslaught and Onslaught is quick to roll out of the way of a wild boot by Henry. Henry attempts another kick and again, Onslaught rolls out of the way, this time booting Henry in the gut. NHL buckles over and Onslaught quickly pops up to his feet and tucks NHL's head between his legs...)

HS: "BOOF BOMB!!!"

(NO! NHL tries to force Onslaught over with a backbody drop, but Onslaught is to prepared and uses his weight to stay grounded. NHL pushes Onslaught off of him and rushes Onslaught. Onslaught grabs NHL and with pure raw power, Onslaught picks NHL up and runs him to the edge of the ramp and tosses him over with a modified spinebuster...CSSHHH!!! The crowd falls silent as NHL crashes through the Four Glass Tables below. Referee George McGreggor calls for the bell....ONSLAUGHT HAS DONE IT! Onslaught just beat Sir Nathaniel Henry Lee GBE for the AWA No Limits Championship!!! EMTS and rush onto the scene and...then we see it. Not only did NHL land on the live sound equipment awkwardly on his back, which is kicking up more sparks than before, but he is slightly impaled by a shard of glass which has penetrated his lower back and is sticking out his side.)

HS: "Oh...my God."

FJ: "..."

HS: "Sir Henry is...he has a shard of glass protruding from his side."

(Henry is awake...but just barely. He looks down at his stomach and sees the glass sticking up...and he laughs. Maybe out of fear. Maybe to celebrate the fact that he's alive...but he laughs. Suddenly, the equipment he landed on starts to flare up and spark wildly, forcing the EMT's to pull away.)

NHL: "GET ME THE BLOODY HELL OUT OF HERE! I CAN'T GO YET! I HAVE WORK TO DO! BENJAMIN!! BENJAMIN!!!"

(Henry starts to panic, trying to wiggle his body free of the wreckage as Onslaught looks on is disgust and disdain as McGreggor hands him the No Limits Championship.)

HS: "We need to get NHL out of there."

FJ: "There's smoke, Summers! Damn it, GET HIM OUT!!!"

(As the smoke starts to billow....ZZZZZAAPPPP! Henry's body starts to shake and convulse wildly from the live electrical equipment.)

NHL: "NNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!"

(The lights in the arena start to flicker and flash as flames start coming out from the speakers and sound equipment and finally...darkness. The arena goes dark.)

HS: "..."

FJ: "..."

(The emergency generators kick in after a minute in the darkness and we see NHL. His body isn't badly burned but everything else around him is. His body has slight burns but nothing life threatening. Blood slowly pours out of NHL's mouth as EMT's rush back in to potentially save NHL from any further damage. With his eyes closed and his body occasionally shaking, NHL looks near-comatose. EMT's tend to NHL's prone, limp, slightly twitching body with towels and water as a stretcher is rushed onto the scene.)

HS: "Let's...let's get away from this. Maybe something backstage?"

FJ: "Anything."

HS: "We...the people at home don't need to see this and, frankly, neither do I."

FJ: "Agreed...and just remember, I warned you, goddamn it. I told you all something tragic was set to happen and look at it. I hope Onslaught is happy with himself because I know Low and Travis Gray won't be."

HS: "Onslaught is the new AWA No Limits Champion...but at what cost? NHL looks to be out of commission, perhaps forever."

FJ: "I hope Brian Stevens and your friendship was worth all this, Onslaught. Stupid bastard."

HS: "Let's...let's go backstage. AWA_Online will have an update with NHL's condition later in the evening when there is something to update. This...this is just tragic and gruesome... Thankfully, we're being told that A.C. Smith is standinig by in the back..."

FJ: "And now I bet you're gonna tell me that that goody-two-shoes Mark Keller is standing by with him!"

HS: "It's nice being able to hear the same things in the headset, isn't it?"

FJ: "How would you know? You're too distracted by the voices in your head!"

(We head backstage, and indeed, we see A.C. Smith standing next to Mark Keller.)

MK: "A.C., what are your thoughts as you head into tonight's match with AWA World Champion Jason Storm?"

A.C.: "Jason Storm is a champion in name only. He thinks he's God's gift to wrestling because he was in the right place at the right time. It makes no difference to him that everyone with half a brain knows it, but tonight, I'll get a chance to show him first-hand."

MK: "Are you worried at all about the match stipulations?"

A.C.: "Not at all. This match against Storm is going to be a tough one, but no matter how the story goes, it's going to end the same way. I'm going to do what I do best, kick ass, take names, attack, and keep coming. In doing so, I'm going to bring honor, integrity, and dignity to a title that sorely needs it."

MK: "Thanks A.C. Back to you, Herb and Frank!"

FJ: "Well, we still need more time to get this... mess... cleaned up. We'll be right back after this commercial for Springs & Breaks.)

(COMMERCIAL BREAK.)

HS: "Well, we're back and there's no real work on the condition of Henry. He's sustained cuts and scrapes from the match, a possible broken nose, he's been impaled by a piece of glass, he's been electrocuted and has received slight burns, but he was mostly charred from the embers of the burning sound equipment. He is en route to a local Chicago emergency center where he will receive treatment for his injuries."

FJ: "Herb also forgot to mention that his heart stopped once, but it was restarted quickly. When we get more information, we'll keep you posted."

(One final time we join AWA commissioner The Legendary Low in his skybox.)

LOW: "Ladies and gentlemen, before I get started on the final announcement of the evening, I would just like to say that what happened out there in the No Limits Championship match was a disgrace to the No Limits Championship belt and a disgrace to the AWA as a whole. Onslaught will feel the administrative effects of his actions tonight as we ALL pray for Sir Henry's quick and immediate recovery from the senseless injuries delivered to him by Onslaught."

LOW: "But the show must go on and for this final announcement we are going to welcome a very special friend of mine. Just like Low, this man has unlimited potential. Just like Low, this man is a tremendous physical specimen. Just like Low, this man is a great competitor. Just like Low, this man has beaten all of today's top stars, and Orlando Ortega. Just like for Low, Brian Williams, Logan Alexander, Evan Heir, Jayson Price and Jeff deQuadeianson were no match for this man. Just like Low, this man is especially popular among the AWA's female employees."

(Low makes a lewd "fingering" gesture, reminding us of that time he, well, had a little surprise for Tabitha Rankin.)

LOW: "And just like Low, this man rules the AWA with an iron fist as YOUR World Heavyweight Champion! I present to you, THE FUTURE OF THE AMERICAN WRESTLING ALLIANCE, THE World Heavyweight Champion, JASON STORM!"

(Low claps while the crowd boos as AWA World Heavyweight Champion Jason Storm appears on the Ameritron.)

STORM: "Thank you, Low, thank you for the kind words. Before we go any further with this, I wanted to thank you and President Gray for the faith you showed me in carrying this company like you have carried it for more than seven years. There are so many things to thank you for, Low, so I wrote this poem to express my thanks to you."

(The crowd boos as Storm unfolds a piece of paper and reads his poem.)

STORM: "Thank you for your anger, it's a sign of rising energy.
Thank you for your sorrow, it's a sign of vulnerability.
Thank you for your greed, it's a sign of great capacity.
Thank you for your jealousy, it's a sign of empathy.
Thank you for your fear, it's a sign of wisdom.
You are a sea of goodness, you are a sea of love.
Bless you, bless you, bless you...
Bless you for what you are."

(The crowd boos even louder now that Storm is done and back in the skybox, a visibly touched Low is wiping tears out of his face.)

LOW: "Thank you, Jason. I have been misunderstood for so many years, but you, you see me for the humanitarian that I truly am. I know that you hope for the falls-count-anywhere stipualtion to win, and I hope with all my heart that your wish will be fulfilled tonight. I truly am New York's Finest and as such let me ask you if you have any final words for A.C. Smith?"

STORM: "Smith, I beat you before you woke up this morning. Tonight, it's just going through the motions."

LOW: "Thank you very much, Champ! And now, ladies and gentlemen, The Legendary Low and the American Wrestling Alliance present to you the main event of AWA Vortex 2008 - JASON STORM versus A.C. SMITH for the World Heavyweight title."

(Low looks at his card and frowns as he sees the results. He is suddenly no longer as grand as he was a moment before and quickly announces the percentages.)

LOW: "16% for FALLS-COUNT-ANYWHERE... 17% for NO LIMITS RULES... and 67% for LAST MAN STANDING... sorry, Jason."

("Rockin' in the Free World" begins to blare over the speakers as the crowd rises to its feet. A.C. Smith walks out from the back to a massive crescendo of cheers, and steps into the ring after high-fiving several outstretched hands coming down the aisle. After briefly conversing with senior official Chuck Ford, Smith goes to his corner to wait for the champion.)

HS: "The news of this being a Last Man Standing match has to be welcome news to the Big Apple Asskicker. After all, Smith won this exact same match LAST YEAR at Vortex to retain his AWA United States Championship over Jeff Christianson."

FJ: "Yes, but this is a different ballgame. Jason Storm was HANDED the torch by Low, and if I know him, he's watching this match VERY closely to see that Storm doesn't drop it!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

HS: "And here is the AWA World Champion, Jason Storm, making his first-ever title defense on a pretty big stage.

FJ: "And this has been one of the big questions in the world right now. Can Jason Storm live up to the hype and defeat this monster, A.C. Smith?"

HS: "You're being unusually unbiased, Frank."

FJ: "I've got a plan, Herb! I'm going to shower Smith with compliments. Then, when Storm beats him into oblivion, it'll make me feel REALLY good!"

HS: "You never fail to let me down."

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

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 fades out, and Storm enters the ring. Smith tries to engage in an immediate staredown, but Storm doesn't bite, instead handing his belt to Ford and escorting Maria to ringside. Once he enters the ring again, the bell rings.

Both men circle the ring to start before finally locking up. Smith wins a quick test of strength, but Storm slips out and grabs a hammerlock. Smith counters by running backwards, ramming Storm into the corner back-first. He continues the offensive with a bulldog, then drives his knees into Storm's head on the ground. The challenger then runs to the ropes and tries a knee drop, but Storm rolls out of the way, kips up, and hits a stiff martial arts kick to the head!)

HS: "You could hear that impact up in the cheap seats!"

FJ: "Yes, but in Chicago, that kind of stuff HAPPENS in the cheap seats!"

HS: "FRANK!"

(Storm stays on the offensive with an Irish whip followed by a dropkick that sends Smith out to the ring apron. A baseball slide knocks the challenger to the floor, and Storm joins him down there to add more punishment by sending him into the guardrail head-first! Storm tries a choke on the ropes, but is met with a surprise mule kick from Smith, who pounds Storm down with a series of forearms to the back of the head. He then looks to the crowd, points to the steps at ringside, and hurls Storm into them to wild applause!

Smith goes over to the other side of the ring, where Maria Clarke is standing and where Storm is trying to regroup quickly. Smith picks Storm up off the ground and sets him up for a suplex, but Storm elbows out, spins away, and hides behind Maria Clarke with a knowing smirk on his face! Clarke rolls her eyes in exasperation, and Smith merely rolls back into the ring.)

HS: "THIS is our champion? He'd put his own valet at risk just to screw with the challenger?"

FJ: "But the challenger's a man of honor, integrity, and dignity, and knew better than to strike a pregnant woman!"

HS: "Translation: Storm's the man!"

FJ: "You speak fluent Frankie?"

HS: "...Frankie?"

FJ: "Yes, haven't you seen the new t-shirts?"

HS: "No."

FJ: "That's because they're SOLD OUT, baby!"

HS: "Groan..."

(Storm rolls into the ring, ignoring the dirty look given to him by his valet. The two lock up again, and Storm comes away with a side headlock, adding a few punches for good measure. Smith counters with a side suplex, and Storm tries to flip out of it, but doesn't realize we're so close to the corner and crotches himself on the top turnbuckle! Wasting no time, Smith scales the ropes and nails a hard superplex on the champion! Ford starts the count once Smith gets up, but Storm rolls over at 4, stopping it.

Smith stays on the attack, coming away from a lock-up with a hard bodyslam and an elbow drop. A fist drop misses, but a follow-up knee drop doesn't, and Smith picks Storm back up off the mat. He tries a powerbomb, but Storm turns it into a triangle choke in mid-air. After a few seconds, the stalemate stops when Smith reaches the ropes, forcing Storm to break the hold and drop to the mat. Upon the drop, Smith runs to the ropes and tries a flying tackle, but Storm spins out of the way, and Smith is sent neck-first into the middle rope! A neckbreaker follows, as does a count, but the count only gets to 3, and Smith gets back to his feet.)

HS: "Both men have survived some out-of-nowhere assaults early on in this contest...not to mention myself with that idiotic t-shirt comment."

FJ: "The 'Frankie' t-shirt! Get yours online at awashop.com!"

HS: "Have we REALLY stooped THAT low?"

FJ: "Low?! Where?!"

(Storm taunts Smith in the middle of the ring before the latter charges with a clothesline. Storm responds by starting a criss-cross sequence, and eventually, Storm drops down under Smith before catching him with a dropkick. Storm is booed maliciously by the crowd, and turns around to shut them up. However, Smith kips up, waits for Storm to turn around, and catches him with a massive spear as the crowd roars in celebration!

A count starts, but Storm gets to his knees fairly quickly. Smith moves in to add more punishment, but Storm goes low to turn the tide. The cheap shot is followed by a reverse Russian legsweep and a front facelock. Smith tries to fight his way to his feet, but Storm only brings him down again with a DDT. He releases the front facelock and stomps Smith from head to toe, and Smith is forced to roll to the apron to regroup. Storm then reaches through the ropes to pick Smith up, and appears to be going for a suplex!)

HS: "Is Storm REALLY going to be able to suplex the huge A.C. Smith?!"

FJ: "Of course! Storm's so powerful he could flip a lightswitch and be able to get in bed before the lights go out!"

HS: "...that's speed, Frank."

FJ: "Oh."

(Storm tries the suplex, but Smith blocks it and counters with one of his own that sends both men to the arena floor! Ford starts a double-count, and fatigue really starts to set in, as it takes both men until 7 to stop the count. They start slugging it out with haymakers, and Smith slowly gets the upper hand as Storm drops to a knee. Smith rams Storm's head into the ringpost, and the champion staggers into the nearby guardrail! Smith chops away for several moments before whipping Storm back into the ring.

Storm gets to his feet as Smith walks in, and tries to get in some hard right hands. However, they don't seem to have any effect! Storm keeps firing away harder and harder, but Smith only seems to get stronger! Finally, Smith blocks a right hand and levels Storm with a clothesline before signaling to the crowd!)

HS: "He's going to go for the Big Apple Asskicker!"

FJ: "NO!"

HS: "We may have a new AWA World Champion!"

FJ: "NO!!!"

(Smith picks Storm up an sends him into the opposite set of ring ropes. However, on his way back, he collides with Chuck Ford, and both men go down!)

FJ: "PHEW!"

HS: "What a sweet card for Jason Storm! Smith was going to win the match right then and there, but Ford was in the wrong place at the wrong time!"

(Smith looks to the heavens for some sort of an answer, but doesn't get one. He tries to revive Chuck Ford, and does, but Storm sneaks up behind him and hits a low blow from behind! Storm has an evil look in his eye, and it's only accentuated as he mounts Smith for several hard shots to the head. Smith tosses him off briefly, but when A.C. rises to his feet, Storm hits a clothesline that ties him up in the ropes!

After a few swift kicks to the ribs, Storm frees Smith from the ropes with a drop toe hold. He then signals to the crowd that Smith is done for before hitting a vicious buzzsaw kick and a running knee strike!)

FJ: "YOUR DESTINY! YOUR DESTINY!"

HS: "And it may be Storm's destiny to retain the title! Ford starts the count!"

(Storm is visibly confident, and even goes so far as to grab his title from ringside and hoist it above his head in the ring. However, he's in for a shock, as Smith gets up at 9! Storm turns around, expecting his hand will be raised but is instead shocked to see Smith is standing up in the corner, waiting for action!)

HS: "Unbelievable! What a match!"

FJ: "How does that happen?! Is Smith THAT stupid to want more punishment?!"

(Storm recomposes himself in time to charge into the corner with the belt at the ready. However, Smith slips away, and he catches Storm as he bounces off with a kick to the gut! This makes Storm drop the belt in time for Smith to DDT Storm onto the strap! The crowd roars as Ford starts the count, and unlike Storm, Smith never takes his eyes off his fallen foe. Storm does rise at 8, but Smith responds by picking the belt up off the mat and making a show out of throwing the belt away and pounding his chest.)

HS: "He threw the belt away! He doesn't think he needs it to defeat Jason Storm!"

FJ: "What an idiot! He had a chance to demolish Storm, and didn't pull the trigger!"

HS: "Or he's telling Storm, 'Let's handle this the way we should!'"

FJ: "...nah, he's an idiot."

(Storm does not respond to this well, and hits a Thesz press with several punches added in. Several swift kicks follow, as does a kneedrop. Smith fights his way to his feet and attempts a bodyslam, but Storm slips out and hits an eyepoke!)

HS: "Another cheap shot by Jason Storm!"

FJ: "No such thing as a cheap shot in this match! There are no disqualifications; everything's legal!"

(Taking advantage of the window of opportunity, Storm hits another hard buzzsaw kick, followed by a running knee drop! Storm, though, isn't done, even as Ford starts the count. He goes outside the ring and picks up the AWA World Championship! Even though Ford is at 7, Storm picks A.C. up and LEVELS him with the championship belt! Storm settles in his corner as Ford makes the count, but Smith's knocked out cold.

Here's the final numbers of the count: Seven, eight, nine, ten! The bell rings, and "Biggest and the Best" begins to play as Storm's hand is raised. He celebrates with the title to boos and catcalls from the crowd.)

HS: "Well everyone, thanks for joining us tonight. This has been a great and interesting edition of Vortex. We'll see you next week on Shock! Thanks and good night!"

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