(The original AWA logo flashes across the screen, fading out to the LWA logo, which fades out to the current AWA logo. We cut to the final moments of Classic 2008, the final moment in AWA history...)

(Fading back in, we do a quick cut across all of the Wrestlefests that have taken place from the very first PPV in 1999 to Wrestlefest IX in 2007. The logo for Wrestlefest X appears on the screen and we cut to MSG's arena floor where there's a large pyrotechnic display. We cut to ringside where we're greeted to the show.)

HS: "Hello everyone! Welcome back to the American Wrestling Alliance! I'm Herb Summers!"

FJ: "And I'm Frank Jackson, yo!"

HS: "President Travis Gray brought the AWA back for one night! On our TENTH Wrestlefest to boot! Unfortunately, this is a one-off show, but we're pleased to be in your homes for one night only to close out the year one last time!"

FJ: "I'm surprised they even invited you back, Herb. After all the things you said about Mr. Gray, I thought you'd be replaced by Keller or something."

HS: "Frank, everyone knows it was YOU who said those things about his mother."

FJ: "HERB! I told you that in confidence!"

HS: "What did you tell me?"

FJ: "I said that Travis' mother was a walking coin collector. You could pop in a few coins and get a little sexual pleasure in return."

HS: "Frank, we're on air."

FJ: "<EXPLETIVE DELETED>"

HS: "... Tonight we have a great card jam packed with some of the greats the AWA's had through its doors during its 9 years in business. Tonight, we wil have a No Limits rules match with DooM, Tony Rios, Rawstarr, and Disco Duck squaring off!"

FJ: "QUACK YOU, HERB! You tricked me!"

HS: "Then we will see the Canucks reunite here tonight to take on the Unholy Heroes. And later tonight, Orlando Olazabul Ortega will return to the AWA to take on his long-time nemesis, Jayson Price."

FJ: "I just can't wait to watch some good No-Holds Barred goodness between Brian Stevens and Evan Heir."

HS: "That's sure to be a great match along with the return of Sabotage! He teams up with Jeff Christianson to face the team of A.C. Smith and Nathan Hawthorne-Lee!"

FJ: "And then to close things out, we will see some great Hell in a Cell goodness, too! The violence will be capped off nicely tonight when Mortis Valley takes on Brian Williams!"

MATCH SUMMARY: No Limits Rules: Tony Rios, DooM, and Rawstarr all get schooled by Disco Duck who gets in a pin on all three competitors.

HS: "I've just received word that Nathan Hawthorne-Lee and Sarah Hawthorne will not be joining us this evening."

FJ: "What?! You get to hear this breaking stuff and not me? AGAIN?!"

HS: "Apparently, they've just been released from a hostage situation in a local bank. They've been in this bank for 8 days. No one knew they were in there. They were a part of a bank robbery gone awry and them, along with 15 other individuals were locked up in the bank vault. It appears that NHL lead a revolt with three other men against the two armed robbers. Thankfully no one was hurt, but this has caused NHL's disappearance and no show here tonight."

FJ: "Thankfully no one was hurt and NHL and Sarah are ok."

HS: "Folks, tonight is indeed AWA's reunion show, but this next match will see two more reunions on top of that. Even if it's for one night only, we're going to see two of the most prominent teams in the AWA reunite to face one another here tonight."

FJ: "It should be something to see, Herb. It's going to be the reunited Unholy Heroes, Quade deSade and Draven Shadows, going up against The Canucks, Terry James and Xtreme Jeff! It's the twisted, hardcore styles of deSade and Shadows going up against the high-flying, technically sound styles of Terry James and XTJ.

HS: "Don't bother sitting down for this one, folks, because these two teams usually promise excitement that will put you on your feet!"

(As if on cue, "Give It All" by Rise Against begins to blare over the PA system and the crowd goes NUTS as Terry "The Storm" James and Xtreme Jeff come flying out from the back, waving a Canadian and Quebec flag, respectively!)

HS: "My God! Listen to the crowd giving these two a standing ovation!"

FJ: "They're certainly one of the biggest fan favourite teams the AWA's seen, Herb."

(Terry and XTJ head down the ramp, slapping hands all the way, drawing out their entrance as much as possible for this special one-time event. When they finally get to the bottom of the ramp, they take off in full sprint and slide under the bottom rope into the ring, spinning to their backs and kipping up in one fluid motion once they clear the ropes! The crowd continues to cheer loudly as the two scale turnbuckles and wave their flags, taking the whole experience in.)

HS: "These two know this is a special night and they want to relish every moment!"

FJ: "Yes, but they've still got a match to get to, and I don't know how much relishing they'll be doing going up against the likes of Quade deSade and Draven Shadows."

(Again, as if on cue, "After the Flesh" by Thrill Kill Kult replaces "Give It All" and the crowd instantly pulls the switch from cheering to jeering. DeSade and Shadows both come out, not bothering to play with the crowd like The Canucks did. Instead, they stare holes through their opponents as they walk methodically down the entrance ramp.)

HS: "Well, the intensity of this match has already picked up before the bell has rung. Look at those two staring The Canucks down!"

FJ: "Terry and XTJ don't seem very intimidated, though. They've been through this shindig so many times, things like these stare downs don't phase them."

(Indeed, The Canucks don't seem to be at all affected by the stares of their opponents, who are now entering the ring. Terry and Jeff both have smirks on their faces, while Quade and Shadows have stone cold looks on theirs.)

HS: "Quite the contrast we're seeing here, and that includes more than just their facial expressions. These two teams are just about as opposite as two teams can get. They act, talk, walk and wrestle very different and they have completely different attitudes in just about every aspect of wrestling."

FJ: "That's why this match should be extra exciting, Herb. It's two opposite styles colliding in one ring, which almost always equals a barnburner of a match."

HS: "Well, we're about to get underway here. Who do you have winning this one, Frank?"

FJ: "I've got to give it to deSade and Shadows. They're underdogs to the much more accomplished Canucks, but I think The Canucks have a glaring weakness this time around that they haven't really had before."

HS: "And what weakness would that be? If anything, Terry has improved by leaps and bounds since they were last together."

FJ: "That's the thing. Terry's clearly improved, but at the same time, Xtreme Jeff has been out of competition for a long time as well. I have a feeling Quade and Shadows will put their differences aside and just lock onto XTJ for this match."

HS: "That's certainly an interesting point you have, but I can't go against The Canucks. XTJ may have some ring rust, but it should disappear once the match gets going."

(And, with that note, the ref signals for the match to begin! Terry is starting it out for The Canucks and Shadows is starting it off for The Unholy Heroes. The two immediately lock up, with Terry quickly spinning to Draven's back with a hammerlock. Draven squirms for a bit, but sends an elbow to Terry's head that knocks the smaller man back a few steps. Draven quickly turns and rushes at Terry with a clothesline, but The Storm is just too quick and he ducks under it and catches Draven in a backslide pin!)

HS: "Early pin!"

FJ: "Too early. Draven kicks out easily after just one count."

(Terry isn't discouraged by the kickout, fully expecting it with such an early pin. He gets to his feet quicker than Draven can and immediately throws an inside leg kick as soon as Draven does get to his feet. The kick causes Draven's leg to lurch to the side, but Draven ploughs through any pain it caused to wrap his arms around Terry and put him in a big bearhug! Terry squirms around in the much bigger wrestler's tight grasp, but it's to no avail. With XTJ and the whole arena cheering for him, however, he manages to free his arms and starting to rain down punches on Draven's head and face! The crowd's cheering escalates as Draven's grip loosens and eventually breaks! Terry drops back down to his feet and steps up onto the temporarily stunned Shadows, catching him with a big ezuigiri! Draven drops like a sawed off tree in a tropical rain forest, landing with a big thud on the canvas. Terry uses this opportunity to run over and tag in XTJ, much to the delight of the crowd!)

HS: "And XTJ is officially back in action, folks!"

FJ: "We'll see if he still has it soon enough."

(With Draven getting back up, both Canucks sprint to opposite sides of the ring, springboarding off the ropes and delivering stereo drop kicks to Draven's head, squishing in-between their four combined feet! Draven drops to a knee, more stunned than anything, but this gives XTJ more than enough time to catch him with a spinning neckbreaker. XTJ then points to the top turnbuckle of a neutral corner and the crowd cheers wildly as he heads up it. However, just before he is about to jump off, he gets shoved off instead by Quade deSade and falls down to the floor on the outside! The crowd boos loudly as the ref yells at Quade for interfering when he wasn't the legal man. Quade's cold, crocodile grin is the only response the ref gets.)

HS: "And there's the bread and butter of The Unholy Heroes coming into full view: going against the rules to inflict the most pain possible."

FJ: "Gotta love 'em for it!"

(Quade does return to his corner, where Shadows tags him in. Quade doesn't bother entering the actual ring, instead running along the apron and leaping off with a double axe handle smash to the head of the rising XTJ on the outside! XTJ goes back down to the mats with the blow, but Quade is quick to pick him up and whip him face-first into the ring post! The ref warns him again, which only prompts Quade to go over to XTJ and whip him into the steel steps, nearly dislodging the top half from the bottom half!)

HS: "Ouch! XTJ is taking some serious punishment now from the master of all things hardcore."

FJ: "All things?"

HS: "Don't go there, Frank."

(DeSade, very pleased with XTJ holding his back and writhing in pain on the ground, goes to pick up the French-Canadian once again. This time, however, XTJ fights back with a quick punch to the gut, followed by another, and another, and another. The crowd starting chanting a letter of his name with each shot until XTJ finally reaches a vertical base, with deSade doubled over in front of him. He then kicks Quade in the gut for good measure before taking him down with a DDT on the outside!)

HS: "Big DDT from XTJ!"

FJ: "And here comes Shadows..."

(XTJ doesn't see Shadows coming and didn't hear Terry shouting at him from the other side of the ring, resulting in XTJ being nearly beheaded with a big boot when he turns around at the sound of footsteps behind him! The crowd boos loudly once again as Draven chuckles coldly to himself and tosses XTJ back into the ring. Quade gets up shortly after and gets into the ring, stalking his prey. Terry and the crowd try to warn him, but Draven's boot has put him in too much of a daze. As soon as XTJ stumbles back up to his feet, Quade locks on his patented full nelson!)

HS: "Quade is going for The Crucifier!"

FJ: "And here come the reinforcements!"

(Terry isn't about to let his partner get put in Quade's signature submission manoeuvre, however, and he quickly runs into the ring, breaking it up with a well-placed drop kick to Quade's head. Quade stumbles into the ropes, releasing XTJ from his clutches. Quade rebounds and Terry is back up to catch him with a big judo throw! Draven is quick to jump in afterwards, though, dropping Terry with a big clothesline. XTJ is the one who gets the final laugh, though, as he takes Draven out with the Side Effect!)

HS: "Side Effect on Draven Shadows!"

FJ: "The Canucks just got the momentum back in their corner! Too bad Draven isn't the legal man."

(He's not, but with Draven down and Quade only just regaining his footing, XTJ has more than enough of a jump on his legal opponent to take him down with a big cross body. XTJ stays on top, covering Quade immediately for the pin! Quade kicks out at two, though.)

HS: "It'll take a lot more than a cross body to snuff out The Unholy Heroes' flames tonight."

(XTJ seems to realize this as he gets up without a fuss and heads to his corner, where Terry has just returned to. Terry gets the tag and the two pick deSade up to his feet and whip him into the ropes. As they do, Draven starts to recover behind them. However, Terry and XTJ manage to catch Quade in a double flapjack on the rebound, taking two birds out with one stone as they flapjack Quade onto the rising Shadows!)

HS: "Excellent tag team wrestling and creativity shown by The Canucks there!"

FJ: "They've got a firm grip on this match now, Herb."

(With both opponents down, XTJ now heads back to his corner as Terry rolls Draven out of the ring. Terry then turns his attention back on the slowly rising deSade, backing into the ropes for a rebound. With the extra boost from the ropes, Terry comes rocketing towards deSade as deSade is turning. Terry leaps up for a big flying knee, but winds up regretting it as deSade turns on a dime and swings his hand wildly to where Terry's face would normally be, which is conveniently where Terry's crotch is at that exact moment.)

HS & FJ: "Ouch!"

FJ: "And just like that, The Canucks have had their momentum ripped from them."

HS: "I'd call that an accident if it wasn't Quade deSade in that ring. Either way, the referee is just giving deSade a warning here."

(Quade can't hide his cold crocodile grin after his "mistake." He doesn't really listen to the ref, picking the very winded Terry up right away and dishing out some hard rights to the face before Terry can manage to cover up. With Terry wobbly and hurting, Quade takes Terry up and over with a big belly to belly suplex! Unfortunately for Quade, Terry happens to land in reach of XTJ, who tags himself in!)

FJ: "Wow, that's some bad luck for Quade deSade there."

HS: "He had Terry reeling with that low blow and following punches and suplex, but he just gave The Canucks a hot tag."

(No problem, it seems, for The Unholy Heroes, as XTJ runs straight into a drop toe hold from Quade. XTJ scrambles to his feet, right into a right hook from Draven Shadows! XTJ staggers back to Quade, who launches his palm straight into the nose of XTJ, busting it open on impact. XTJ stumbles back to Draven, who doubles him over with a kick to the gut. With XTJ doubled over and bloodied, Draven quickly picks him up and slams him down in a cradle shock!)

HS: "It's a Laughing Matter!"

FJ: "Not for XTJ or The Canucks! Terry is in no condition to get to his feet at this point and XTJ was just dropped with Draven's devastating finisher!"

(Seizing the horrible turn of events for The Canucks, Quade quickly pins XTJ as Draven steps back, securing the three count and the victory from the referee! The crowd boos heavily as the ref calls for the bell and raises Quade and Dravens's hands!)

FJ: "That came out of nowhere!"

HS: "No kidding! We thought Terry being thrown right at XTJ would give The Canucks an advantage, but XTJ ran right into a quick ending from The Unholy Heroes."

FJ: "Well, I guess XTJ's lingering ring rust and the surprising group effort from The Unholy Heroes cost The Canucks dearly in this match."

('Forsaken' By Korn (Featuring David Draiman of Disturbed) rocks the Garden and the AWA fans are on the feet as the three original members of The Unholy Heroes make their exit under the Ameritron where the Wrestlefest X banner flies.)

(Jayson Price, Quade deSade and Draven Shadows spread out on the stag milking the swell of emotion flooding down from the balcony seats. It is a moment of recognition by the fans that few would have seen coming that is for certain but the moment doesn't seem to be lost on either of the three means the exchange a few words between them as the raises their arms in gratitude to the fans which only causes the cheering to build.)

FJ: "The fans are embracing these men, it almost brings a tear to my Herb. This whole damned thing almost has me crying like a little kid � damn *snif*"

(They Unholy Heroes back off towards the exits is a show of good taste and restraint when the music changes.)

HS: "Looks like we have ourselves a gate crasher on The Unholy Heroes moment of glory here at The Garden."

FJ: "Jeff Christianson recently signed up with another outfit where his fortunes seemed to mixed."

( The lights go out. After about five seconds we see a big DW appear on the Ameritron. The fans begin to boo on the sight of the big DW but slowly it changes to contest of cheering and jeering as the masterful lyrics of "Kingdom Come" blares over the PA. We see pyro going off from around the arena. Finally red pyro shoots up from the stage causing The Unholy to scatter for cover, Quade backs off down the ramp as Draven and Price hug the wall to each side of the entrance. We see Jeff Christianson standing there looking directly at the ring, with the crowd still caught in a contest of sentiment at his appearance black towel on his head all but mysteriously with no Paige Christianson standing at his side. As the smoke from the pyros clear Jeff Christianson step out and looks at the three Unholy Heroes but very son deSade, Price and Shadows pull themselves together to face off against The Dark Warrior who does little else except stand there.)

HS: "No Paige Christianson and just look at the hollow stare in those eyes and what's that around his waste?"

FJ: "It's a title belt but not any belt from the AWA that's for sure. What an insult ring that trash into this arena on this night of all nights!"

HS: "Observing the rules and niceties has never been this man strongest suits."

(The stage becomes a scene for a Mexican stand off as the four men check each other ready for the smallest movement to clue them in to an attack.)

(Quade deSade suddenly steps up driving a Heart Punch into the back of Jayson Price who is shunted forward only to have Quade press the assault by a Mongolian double-knife edged chop across his back which instantly reveal a read welt in the shape of a cross. Draven seems to watch the attack in slow motion as he turns to react to the attack on his fellow Unholy Hero alumni only to be shocked at where the attack is from, it's a second that allow The Dark Warrior to step within the incredible reach of the seven foot plus German; dropping to knee Jeff Christianson thrust up and hard with a left, right between Draven Shadows' legs and the big man drops to his knees.)

FJ: "Damn even on his knees Draven is still a foot taller than just about any other man was in the AWA!"

(Jeff is back to his feet quick and hops back a steps to driver a Super Kick into the chin of Draven Shadows. The German rocks like a teeter totter but doesn't go down; unwilling to loose the momentum Jeff Christianson come at Shadows again with a High Knee that Draven is barely able to block and it obvious now that Shadows is beginning to shake of the continuous assault by Jeff Christianson.)

(Meanwhile Jayson Price has turned on deSade screaming swing a wild fore arm smash which deSade dodges to slaps him with a Spinning Back Handed Fist to his face the spins Price on his heels; steeping in Quade garbs Price by the back of his head and gouges his eyes and steps back to admire his works as Price is left staggering, hurt and blind; Quade bends his Jayson Price over and grabs the victim around his waist. Quade lifts the Price up so he's over his shoulder. From there, deSade places both his arms under Price's and extends his arms out as them out as far as they can go before suddenly pulling down on the Jayson Price's arms and upper body to flip him so he falls face first into the grating of the ramp via a Crucifix Powerbomb. Quade looks over to where Jeff Christianson continues to mercilessly beat down on Draven Shadows and at a nod from his brother Quade moves around behind the his former tag team partner and waits. Jeff Christianson steps back and goads Draven and slowly the giant gets to his feet, his face red with rage, spitting and cursing at Christianson.)

(Quade steps in and and drives a closed fist into Dravens kidneys but stoll Draven doesn't go down. He turn son Quade but the two don't get time to catch up on old times as Quade grunts with the effort from a Reversed Atomic Drp. Quade locks his arms in around Dravens waist ..)

HS: "The Inquisitors Chair, Quade has never in all his years pulled this off!!"

FJ: "Oh l;ooka ta this, I mean just look at this!!"

(Jeff Christianson runs down the ramp just as Jayson Price has finally gotten to his knees only to have The Dark Warrior use hims as a Spring Board.

HS: "Look at the air The Dark Warrior has caught!"

(The Garden explodes at the High Flying, High Impact shot from Jeff Christiansopn as Dravene struggles vainly to get free of Quade only to blasted free by a Diving Headbutt.)

(Suddenly up on the Ameritron an older version of Jeff Christianson appears as do the face of first Jeff Christianson then Quade deSade each fading in until the word CHRISTIANSON FOUNDATION burns across the screen.)

HS: "Look it's the man himself, the father of both Quade deSade and Jeff Christianson, here in New York."

FJ: "It's a family reunion here at Wrestlefest and The Christianson Foundation ahs left everyone else in the dust and the fans here in New York love it!!"

(The applause is deafening, the cheers almost overwhelming as Christianson senior looks down at his boys then brings them to the feet and in one go raise both their arms in victory at New York's Madison Square Garden.)

MATCH SUMMARY: OOO vs. Jayson Price. During knock-down, drag out battle, Price gets the pinfall on Ortega to get the win.

(The scene fades in and we see a duffel bag swaying back and forth before it hits the ground, a gloved hand allowing it to fall. The camera travels up past the long, slender arms covered by a gray jacket and a black tee... Up the curly shoulder-length black hair until we see none other than-- a slightly different-looking, but still recognizable-- Evan Heir. The crowd roars in delight as the "boy wonder" surveys the area. Within seconds, the young lady that was present in several vignettes and interviews prior to the event-- Jessi Parker-- walks beside him dressed in a Giants jersey and a white thermal shirt. She follows Evan's gaze.)

JESSI: "Unfamiliar feeling? It hasn't been THAT long."

HEIR: "It's been long enough. Ah... Do I still have it?"

(Heir turns to his left and brings his foot back only to, in true Sparta-fashion, kick open the dressing room door closest to the stylists-- the one typically reserved for him.)

HEIR: "BYAAAHH!"

(The camera shifts, and we see Heir's stark opposite: The massive A.C. Smith, perfectly relaxed, sipping a Michelob Ultra in a black leather chair.)

A.C.: "Evan? Sorry to stun you, but your dressing room's down the hall to your left...oh, uh...heh, who's your friend?"

(Smith smirks as Evan blushes a bit.)

JESSI: "I guess you don't still have 'it'."

HEIR: "Bu... Wha... The wha... My... You... What the hell is this?! Jessi, you can't do anything right!"

(Heir storms out of the room, walking toward where Smith directed him, though the cameras don't follow too much... They simply step outside of the room and watch Evan disappear around the corner.)

JESSI: "So how long will it be before he realizes that his name is on the door in big gold letters?"

(The camera turns to the door that Evan kicked open, where, sure enough, his name is printed clearly across it.)

A.C.: (somewhat muffled by the closed door) "Now I still have 'it!'"

(Seconds pass before Evan Heir trudges back around the corner with narrowed eyes. He sighs and pushes the door open, walking back into the room. He stares at Smith for a while before sinking his head in shame.)

HEIR: "You're good."

A.C.: "I try. Nice to see you again."

(Smith gets up, and the two shake hands fairly warmly.)

A.C.: "So, big night tonight, huh?"

HEIR: "A big night indeed. I finally get to put an end to this story and take that freak Brian Stevens out of the AWA once and for all. This time, I only have one night to do it though. And to answer your question before-- This is Jessi Parker. She's my stylist and she's going to make sure I look absolutely..."

JESSI: (in singsong voice) "Fabuloouuusss!"

HEIR: "When I take Stevens out tonight. Maybe she can uh... Help you out a little bit when you and Nathan take on Christianson and Sabotage."

A.C.: "I don't know about that. Any stylist that can finish the sentence of her client cuts it a little too close for my personal taste."

(Smith soaks in his own pun before continuing.)

HS: "Ha!"

A.C.: "Anyway, I just stopped by to wish you good luck. You know as well as I do that Brian Stevens doesn't mess around, and ever since Classic, he's been walking around like a man possessed. Just be sure to keep your head on a swivel, and I'm sure you'll be just fine."

HEIR: "I know better than anyone around here tonight that Stevens isn't to be taken lightly. He's good, but I guarantee you that I'm better. I hope you and Nathan coexist just like you said you would this week. When Christianson gets the upperhand, it takes a lot to get it back. But you knew this."

JESSI: "Oooooh, I could do so many things with your hair... I could make your eyebrows look amazing!"

HEIR: "...Ahem."

A.C.: (chuckling) "We've got two big matches coming up, and your friend is more concerned about your eyebrows. How can this get weirder?"

FJ: "With anvils dropping on everyone's heads!"

VOICE: "Yo, Ev! I--"

(Tyler Harrison walks into the frame and the crowd delivers a loud mixed reaction. He stops short when he sees A.C. Smith.)

A.C.: "Well, there's my answer."

JESSI: "Tyler, you look fantastic. Did you take my advice and start drinking the herbal--!"

HEIR: "Oh, hey, look. It's time for us to go."

JESSI: "But I--."

HEIR: "Seeya guys."

(Heir drags Jessi out of the room and whistles as the two walk down the corridor.)

TYLER: "Uhhh... So it's raining..."

(We catch a quick glimpse of Herb and Frank looking equally bemused.)

HS: "He's right."

A.C.: "Tyler, cut the crap. I hold no grudge towards you; you got away from Tracy..."

A.C. + TYLER: "That BITCH..."

A.C.: "...before she could make your next few years miserable. That's certainly something I wasn't able to do, and even though it took us beating each other to hell and back, I respect you for it."

TYLER: "...What's done is done. I can't take back anything that I did. Neither of us can. It's... It's whatever. I mean, last I heard she was with some guy named Frank somewhere down in Michigan."

(Tyler and Smith both frown for a moment.)

HS: "...Huh."

FJ: "So the forecast for the remainder of the evening..."

TYLER: "She's out of our business, she's out of THE business, and tonight you've got a hell of a lot of on your plate. So good luck."

A.C.: "I appreciate that. And trust me, I will give it all I have tonight. This is my hometown..."

(The crowd begins to cheer.)

FJ: "CHEAP!"

A.C.: "This is Madison Square Garden..."

HS: "Plug your ears."

A.C.: "And this is the OFFICIAL AWA REUNION, BABY!!!!!"

(The crowd roars at this, even going into an "A.C.! A.C.!" chant. Even Tyler is suitably impressed.)

TYLER: "Well. You just hyped up tens of thousands of over-caffienated, violent, impatient AWA fans. I trust that you won't disappoint."

A.C.: "I don't plan on it. I should go get ready, and you should go help prepare your brother. Oh, by the way, when you see him, give him a message for me. Tell him that if he ever feels like taking on the ONE AWA wrestler he's NEVER been able to beat, he can name the time and the place."

(Once again, the crowd pops. A.C. shows a half-smirk, and Tyler manages a smile as well.)

TYLER: "Of course. I'll tell him that he can challenge ME to a match any day of the week."

A.C.: "Oh, don't pull that with me. Do I need to bring out the Harrison Home Video Library? One that AWA fans can now buy ONLINE at awaonline.com?"

(Smith brings out an unopened copy of the latest AWA home video.)

HS: "That's quite the stocking stuffer."

A.C.: "It's got thrills, spills, and Sienna Harrison dripping baby food all over herself! The Harrison Home Video Library: BUY, BUY, BUY!"

TYLER: "I wasn't even aware that they were making that. What-- Aren't their laws protecting me from this? What the HELL? GIVE ME THAT!"

(Tyler snatches the DVD and glares. At this moment, the door opens again.)

HS: "NOW what?!"

(We're treated to not one, but two, guests: Bobby the Bavarian Man-Bitch and Stevie the Slovakian Slobberknocker!)

FJ: "Oh no."

HS: "Oh yes."

(A.C. and Tyler look at the duo with sideways glances for a few moments. Bobby and Stevie stare at each other, sigh, shrug their shoulders, and glare at both men.)

BOBBY + STEVIE: "...........DAMN!!!!"

(The crowd pops once more. After this, A.C. simply shakes it off.)

A.C.: "I should be going. Enjoy that tape, and remember my message for Evan."

TYLER: "Will do."

(Tyler continues to look skeptically at the AAA.)

A.C.: "I wouldn't do that. If a bell of any kind rings, Stevie will attack whoever's in eyesight."

FJ: "What a stupid idea!"

HS: "I'd have to agree there. I mean, it's not like ANYONE else would have that trait as a lovable quirk."

A.C.: "Guys, let's go."

(The three behemoths leave after patting Tyler on the back.)

TYLER: "...What a bunch of freaks."

(Tyler looks around before taking a seat and looking at the back of the DVD.)

TYLER: "Three hours of nonstop action... A highlight reel featuring over two hours of never-before-seen matches... Commentary from all of the Harrisons-- HOW DID THEY GET THAT? I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW THEY WERE MAKING THIS!"

(Suddenly, a massive frame steps between Tyler and the camera.)

TYLER: "Hey-- wha-- Brian?"

(The figure moves forward and the door slams shut before the camera eerily fades to black.)

MATCH SUMMARY: No-Holds Barred: Brian Stevens vs. Evan Heir. Both men completely annihilate one another. Evan Heir is able to inch out a pinfall victory over Brian Stevens. Both men beat each other halfway to hell. It's amazing anyone survived.

(After the winner's announced, OOO hops over the baricade with a steel chair. He slides into the ring and knocks down Evan Heir, celebrating his hard-fought win. Stevens hops up to defend himself, but being tired from the match, he gets knocked to the ground. OOO slams the chair down on the mat and grabs the mic from the ring announcer's hand.)

OOO: "You didn't think I would forget about you two, did you? And I wouldn't dare waste this last oppurtunity to get the last word in. After all, you both needed to be taught a lesson. You both needed to be sent straight... to... Hell!"

(OOO drops the mic and leaves the ring.)

HS: "And now it's time for a tag match, as Jeff Christianson and Sabotage will take on The Squasher and A.C. Smith!"

FJ: "...the Squasher?

HS: "Yes, Frank."

FJ: (singing) "One of these things is NOT like the other..."

HS: "FRANK!"

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

The boos fade to cheers as "L.A. Blues" by The Stooges hits and all the arena lights are switched on, as The Squasher marches down the ramp. He jumps onto the apron. He stops there, though, and points back down the aisle.)

HS: "Brace yourself, Frank."

FJ: "For what, the plumbing in this hellhole to break?"

(After a few seconds, "Welcome to the Jungle" blares over the speakers, and the crowd goes NUTS.)

HS: "No...that."

(As the vocals kick in, A.C. Smith, New York through and through, steps out from behind the curtain. He high-fives the outstretched hands of those sitting along the aisle as Jeff Christianson and Sabotage pace impatiently inside the ring. The man known as the Big Apple Asskicker then steps up onto the apron, discussing strategy with his partner.)

HS: "The atmosphere is absolutely electric! Smith's a hometown boy, and this crowd is 100% behind him and the Squasher!"

FJ: "BOO! BOO! YOU SUCK!"

HS: "I rephrase: The crowd with all functioning brain cells is 100% behind him and the Squasher."

FJ: "BOO!...Hey! Jerk."

(The bell rings, and Christianson and Squasher are into start. The two lock up, with Squasher coming away with a side headlock. Christianson counters with an Irish whip, followed by a drop down and an armdrag. Squasher springs up and charges back, but is met by a Christianson dropkick that sends him back into the ropes. The Dark Warrior follows, and begins to lay into Squasher with stiff forearm shots. Christianson follows up with another Irish whip, this time leading to a drop toe hold. He follows up with a hammerlock, and when Squasher tries to spin out, Christianson hangs on to his wrist, and drags him back into a knee to the chest before locking in a reverse chinlock.)

HS: "An onslaught from Jeff Christianson early on..."

FJ: "And one deserved!"

HS: "Smith's itching to get into the ring, but the Dark Warrior doing a nice job of isolating Squasher on the other side of the squared circle."

(As Squasher tries to break out of the hold, Christianson tags Sabotage, who hits a hard running lariat as he comes in before reapplying the chinlock and lifting Squasher off the ground for good measure. Squasher tries to flip over Sabotage's back, and does, but Sabotage catches him in a body slam for a quick two-count. Sabotage picks Squasher up off the mat, but he hits a few quick punches to the stomach and tries to dart to his corner to make the tag. He's inches away from Smith when Sabotage grabs Squasher's leg, pulls him back towards the center of the ring, and hits a side suplex for another near-fall.)

HS: "SO close to the tag, but Sabotage as cunning as he's ever been."

FJ: "SO close, yet SO far. I LOVE it!"

(Sabotage continues the punishment, whipping him back to the heel corner. He tags Christianson in, and the two hit a double-team suplex before Christianson mounts Squasher for a few punches to the head. The Dark Warrior then gets a front facelock, and when Squasher fights to his feet, he DDT's him back down for a two-count.

Christianson pulls Squasher up, but Squasher inadvertently shoves him into referee Stu Abbot! Wasting no time, Squasher scrambles to his corner to tag Smith, and does to a massive reaction from the audience! A.C. runs in and begins to clean house, but is stopped by Abbot!)

HS: "He missed the tag! What a horrible break!"

FJ: "What a godsend! Thank you, lord! Keep Squasher in there and kick his rear end until his hair falls out and comes back orange!"

(Smith argues with Abbot, but behind his back, Christianson and Sabotage lay into Squasher with swift kicks to the chest. Smith reluctantly leaves the ring, as does Sabotage, and Christianson resumes the onslaught with a short-arm scissors for a near-fall. Squasher blocks a kick to the gut, but Christianson counters with an enziguiri that results in another two-count before Sabotage tags in.

A stiff kick to the head follows, and Sabotage raises Squasher up into a shoulderbreaker. However, Squasher slips out and counters with a surprise Russian legsweep, and the crowd urges Squasher to tag Smith's outstretched hand. After what seems like an eternity, he crawls over, Sabotage reaches out to stop him...and the tag is made!)

HS: "HOT TAG! HOT TAG!"

(Smith comes in on a rampage, pounding away with forearms to Sabotage's head as Squasher takes a well-deserved breather. Sabotage drops to a knee, and Smith runs to the ropes before coming off with a flying tackle that gets a two-count due to Christianson making the save. Smith gets up without hesitation and chases the Dark Warrior out of the ring, but Sabotage sneaks up behind him and rolls him up for a surprise two-count of his own.

The two lock up in a test of strength. Smith wins it, but Sabotage swings a leg around to trip A.C. up. Sabotage then picks Smith up with a wristlock, trying to work the arm, and then hits a stiff clothesline that floors Smith once again. He then runs to the ropes before coming off with an elbow drop, but A.C. rolls out of the way, gets to his feet near the ropes, and spears Sabotage upon his return to his feet for a huge pop!)

HS: "Listen to these fans!"

FJ: "What?"

HS: "LISTEN TO THESE FANS!"

FJ: "I CAN'T HEAR YOU! THESE MORONS ARE TOO LOUD!"

(Smith soaks in the cheers for a moment before picking Sabotage up in a stalling suplex, one that gets a two-count. A.C. drops an elbow of his own before Sabotage rises to his feet to engage in a collar-and-elbow tie-up. A.C. runs Sabotage into a corner, mounting him for punches the crowd counts along with before monkey-flipping him into the center of the ring.

Smith looks around the arena before signaling to the rafters, to which the crowd responds with a wild ovation!)

HS: "Big Apple Asskicker coming up!"

FJ: "NO! I did NOT come back to see this!"

(Smith picks Sabotage up in a press slam, but Sabotage lands on his feet. Smith runs to the ropes unaware of this, and is caught with a huge tilt-a-whirl backbreaker that effectively kills the crowd. Sabotage, who is now smiling a grim smile, tags in Christianson, who wastes no time in stomping Smith repeatedly.)

FJ: "Phew!"

HS: "And now it's Christianson on the attack. The fans have certainly gotten their money's worth; this match has swung back and forth several times."

(Smith eventually gets up, only to be met by a standing dropkick that ties him up in the ropes. Christianson hits several strong martial-arts kicks to his exposed stomach, and when the force of the last one releases A.C. from the ropes, Christianson grabs a small package! Here's the count: One, two, no, just two.

Smith springs up, clearly angry. Christianson charges and hits a spinning elbow, but A.C. isn't fazed in the least! The Dark Warrior tries to turn and run, but Smith grabs him by the hair and hits a strong atomic drop followed by a bulldog. Several hard knee smashes to the head follow, as does a cover, but that only gets two.)

HS: "Like I said, back and forth! Christianson may have awoken a sleeping giant here."

FJ: "A sleeping, DUMB giant! Oh SNAP!"

(Christianson is out cold, and Smith nods at Squasher before whipping Christianson into the corner. Squasher tags Smith in the back, and Smith picks Christianson up, almost in a spinebuster position, before turning his back on Squasher as he scales the turnbuckles. The plan becomes more evident in a moment, though, as Squasher comes off with a flying clothesline as Smith slams Christianson to the mat!)

HS: "Shades of the Hart Foundation's Hart Attack! Frank, are you OK?"

FJ: "Just about to vomit in my mouth a little if A.C. and Squasher actually WIN this thing."

(Smith taunts Christianson a bit, and Abbot tries to force him out of the ring. However, his back is turned as Sabotage slips something onto his hand and enters the ring!)

HS: "Oh no."

(Sabotage uses the now-loaded hand to hit Squasher square in the face, knocking him out cold!)

FJ: "OH YES!!!"

(Christianson, prone from Smith's attacks, rolls over for the cover as Sabotage distracts A.C.: One, two, three.)

FJ: "THANK YOU! THANK YOU FOR SAVING US, SABOTAGE!"

HS: "This is DESPICABLE. We were treated to a superb tag team match, and then that, that SCOUNDREL, Sabotage, ruins everything with the use of a foreign object when the referee's back was turned. That's a damn shame."

("Kingdom Come" by Jay-Z is played as Jeff Christianson's prone hand is raised in victory. Smith has vengeance on his mind, but Sabotage drags Christianson out of the ring as he comes to his senses. The Dark Warrior and Sabotage dodge garbage thrown by the fans while taunting the fan favorites in the ring on their way back to the dressing room. Meanwhile, Smith tends to Squasher, and brings him to his feet before embracing him to a warm reception.)

(A black-and-white video begins to play to the sounds of Frank Sinatra's "New York, New York". We see scenes from the City of New York throughout the centuries, and especially the last five or six decades.)

These little town blues, are melting away
I'll make a brand new start of it, in old New Yoooooork
If I can - make it there, I'll make it - anywhere
It's up to you, New York, New York

New York, New York

I want to wake up, in a city that never sleeps
And find I'm a number one, top of the list, king of the hill, a number oooooone...

(The music fades out and the Madison Square Garden crowd cheers the celebration of their city's past. Lou Reed's "NYC Man" fades in and the black-and-white turns to color as we see scenes from today's New York.)

The stars have shut their eyes up tight, the earth has changed its course
A kingdom sits on a black knight's back, as he tries to mount a white-jeweled horse
While a clock full of butterflies on the hour releases a thousand moths
You say "leave" and I'll be gone without any remorse
No letters, faxes, phones or tears
There's a difference between bad and worse

I'm a New York City Man, blink your eyes and I'll be gone

New York City - Man, m-a-n, you blink your eyes and I'll be gone

New York City, I love you... New York City Man
New York City, how I love you... blink your eyes and I'll be gone

(The music fades out and the NYC crowd cheers their city once again. A soft acoustic guitar strum can be heard, shortly followed by some gentle drumming. We then see some career highlights from The Legendary Low that took place in New York, such as Low defeating Mortis Valley in an Iron Man Match in 2003 to win his third AWA World title, defeating Whisper and betraying President Gray for control of the AWA in 2005, and defeating Brian Stevens and Evan Heir to win his 11th AWA World title in 2007. Iggy Pop then begins to sing as we see an animated Brian Stevens moving his lips...)

He's got a great big hit, he's in a limousine

(Now an animated version of Brian Williams is "singing" the lines...)

When I see his face somethin' starts to freeze

(Then an animated version of Nathan Hawthorne-Lee is taking over...)

He's got money for miles, his girl comes out of vogue

(Then we go to an animated Mortis Valley...)

When he acts like an ass he's treated like a rogue

(Now the animated Brian Stevens is the leading choir boy, singing all the lines with a sad look on his face, backed by his background singers, animated Brian Williams, animated Mortis Valley and animated Nathan Hawthorne-Lee, who simply sing the "jealousy, baby" part...)

I feel it comin', it's flushin' my face
I feel it comin', jealousy, baby

I feel it comin', it's flushin' my face
I feel it comin', jealousy, baby
This isn't for the first time in my life...

(The crowd cheers as the arena goes completely dark for a few moments. Suddenly, the grandiose sounds of "Ode To Joy" begin to play and the arena is spotlighted by several orange laser lights. As the music goes full-force, the arena is illuminated in a bright orange light. Orange fireworks go off at each side of the ramp, as well as each side of the stage. One by one the fireworks work their way towards the entrance area in the center of the stage. As they reach their destination, one HUGE orange explosion shakes the arena's foundation. The cheers intensify as The Legendary Low steps out onto the stage. Wearing a custom-made light-brown suit and sporting dark BLONDE hair - apparently his natural hair color - Low spreads his arms and slowly spins around.)

FJ: "He's here! He's here! Thank GOD, he is here!"

HS: "Will you sit down!?!?"

FJ: "He looks so rested!"

HS: "Indeed, The Legendary Low seems to be enjoying life after the AWA. Apparently he has grown out the orange hair. He's tan. He's lean, he's certainly lost a few pounds."

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

HS: "And yet he doesn't seem to have changed."

FJ: "Thankfully."

HS: "Rumour has it that Low was undecided until this very evening whether he should appear at Wrestlefest X, but it seems like the lure of the bright lights of the AWA was too strong for him to resist.)

(The arena looks like an orange sea as Low reaches the ring. He slowly walks up the steps and draws some more cheers as he confidently smiles to the crowd. He enters the ring and spreads his arms and circles around the ring, soaking up every single cheer in the arena.)

HS: "Those of you sitting at home, confused at why this man gets cheered so much, he adopted New York City as his home in 2001 and has always proudly displayed his love for the Big Apple, and the crowds at Madison Square Garden have always been very fond of Low, who has had many great battles in this arena."

(As the music fades out and the arena lights come up, the crowd gives the 12-time AWA World Champion a standing ovation. A chant of "Thank you, Low!" is drowned out by a "Welcome home!" chant. For a moment Low seems taken back by the ovation he gets as we see a single tear flowing down the cheek of The Greatest Sports Legend Alive, which he quickly wipes away, however. He then cracks a huge smile as he claps for the MSG crowd, followed by the "I'm not worthy" gesture to every side of the arena. Low finally grabs a microphone and begins to speak over the ovation.)

LOW: "Man, it's good to be back home. And by home I don't mean my backyard, New York City, I mean my living room - Madison Square Garden!"

(Loud cheers.)

LOW: "This might be the house that Bruno built, but that was 40 years ago. I bought the house, ripped out all the old furniture, and turned it into something much grander completely different. I am The Legendary Low! I am the first-ever Grand Slam Champion! The first and ONLY Ultimate Champion! An AWA Hall of Famer! The Greatest Sports Legend Alive! NEW YORK'S FINEST! And, most importantly, I am YOUR World Champion!"

(The crowd cheers even louder as Low opens his sportscoat, revealing the AWA World title belt around his waist.)

LOW: "Twelve times I've been The Man! Twelve times I have been YOUR World Champion! Because I never might get the chance again - #1 Jack Happy!"

(The pro-Low MSG crowd boos that name from the distant past.)

LOW: "#2 Steven Caldera. #3 Mortis Valley. #4 Brian Williams. #5 The Fish. #6 Dork Warrior. #7 Brian Williams again. #8 Whisper. #9 NHL. #10 Brian Williams. Yes. Again. #11 Brian Stevens. #12 Logan Alexander. Ladies and gentlemen, not only am I the King of this Ring, not only am I the Lord of the Chamber, not only am I the King of the Kage, no, I am simply the single greatest thing in the history of the American Wrestling Alliance!"

"And I couldn't have done it without you, New York City. I never got to say thank you to you, but thank you! Without the energy and the confidence and the sense that anything is possible if you combine the attitude, passion, confidence, heck, the arrogance of all Manhattanites, I would have stopped in the middle of the card when EE didn't want me to rise... I would have stayed in hell where Brian Williams in the end couldn't keep me for long... I would have buckled as a brash but above all else inferior Mini-Me called Brian Stevens rose to the top..."

"But in the end it was The Legendary Low who defeated the final generation of supposed AWA greats in Brian Stevens and Nathan Hawthorne-Lee at AWA Classic 2008, winning the final match of the REAL AWA, walking home YOUR AWA World Heavyweight Champion, for ever and ever. Up to about five hours ago I wasn't sure whether I wanted to be here or not. After all, I had perfect closure to my AWA career. I don't need to grasp at straws and have one final match to redeem myself, trying to end my AWA career on a high note, desperately avoiding to end my AWA career as an AWA loser, like the two Brians, Stevens and Williams. But then I thought who am I kidding? The AWA, one more time. New York City. I'll be there."

"But this is a reunion show, my friends, and the AWA as we knew it exists no more. It is gone, dead, buried forever, and you know what? As sad as it sounds, I have moved on. I can live with it. At first I couldn't, and it was my biggest fear that I'd never get over it. But I did. Right now, I am out of professional wrestling completely, enjoying life as a New York socialite, enjoying the rewards of a career unparalleled, sorting out my future options. I know that I can get a job with any wrestling promotion that I want, just like that. But who knows, I may have wrestled my last match. And if that is the case I wanted one more chance to do my schtick, do my thing, rub my greatness into the faces of all those who tried, but have ultimately failed, the Stevens' and Williams' and Valleys of this world. And I wanted to give a proper goodbye to the AWA, its fans, my fans, and the people of New York."

(A loud ovation once again moves Low, and the crowd starts getting a little overbearing as it starts a "One more match" chant. Overbearing if you're an idiot, that is!)

LOW: "You don't know what the future holds! You don't know if there will be more AWA reunions. But if not, rest assured that The Legendary Low will keep on walking through life like he has for the past decade - as a true World Champion. This belt around my waist proves that I am YOUR World Champion, for ever and ever, and that, my friends, is anything BUT..."

CROWD: "LOW PROFILE!"

LOW: "You got it..."

(With that, Low drops the microphone and "Ode To Joy" begins to play, but Low quickly makes the sign to cut the music and that's what happens, as Low joins the MSG crowd in a round of applause for himself, for them and for the great decade of memories, good and bad, funny and sad, but always grand, that the AWA provided to all of us. Low leads the ovation as he walks up the ramp, bursting into tears as he gets closer and closer to the curtain, happy about his career, happy about this very moment, but sad at the same that everything in life has to come to an end, unsure if he will ever walk through that particular curtain again...)

(The camera fades to black.)

(We see the Cell being lowered to the ring. The fans begin to cheer as they know the carnage that is to come.)

HS: "It is now time for the Main Event."

FJ: "What a reunion show we've had so far� but this is what we've ALL been waiting for!"

HS: "Mortis Valley Versus Brian Williams� this has actually been building since AWA Classic!"

FJ: "And I'm torn because I want to see them both rip each other apart� a small part of me wants to see Low run in and destroy both of them."

(The lights go out. As the ominous opening chords of 'Orion' by Metallica begin to build, after a long pause, Smoke billows from the entrance creating an ominous haze as we see the silhouette of the monster atop .the ramp. Slowly he strides towards the ring with the look of malice written upon his face. As Williams proceeds to the ring, towers infernos ignite all around him, he doesn't as much as flinch though, he continues towards the ring with a devoid and sickening expression upon his face and his cold and dead eyes screaming cruelty and suffering. He walks through the door, looking at the cell. We see an evil grin as he rolls into the ring and he immediately places his eyes on the entrance ramp awaiting his opponent.)

HS: "Mortis Valley is about to come to the ring�"

FJ: "And when he does, we're going to see these two explode. They've been playing mind games all week."

HS: "But now it's about who the better man is. You can gain every edge possible, but if you lose that advantage you find yourself looking up at the lights after your opponent has walked to the back wondering what happened."

(Calling from Heaven tune up, as the lights dim out and Mortis storms down to the ring. He drops the towel and rushes through the cage door. He rolls into the ring and he's met by Brian Williams. They begin to trade rights and lefts immediately with Williams finally winning out. He backs Mortis Valley up against the ropes and Irish whips him. Williams charges for a clothesline but Valley ducks under it and rebounds off the ropes. Williams turns around and Mortis Valley drills him in the face with a flying forearm which stuns the bigger Williams for a moment. We see Williams respond with a haymaker like right hand that staggers Mortis Valley. Both men take a step back to regain their composure.)

FJ: "That was just the beginning� now the real match is at work!"

HS: "This isn't really a thinking man's but you can't tell that to these two. They never stop thinking of ways to injure their opponents."

(They both lock up now. You see Williams gain the clear edge as he powers Mortis into a corner. We see Williams begin to drive his shoulders into the stomach of Mortis in a vicious lesnar style. We see Mortis fall forward as Brian Williams stands over him. We see Williams begin to kick Valley, who rolls out of the ring. Williams is quick to follow as Mortis tries to pull himself up by the ring apron. We see Brian Williams slam Mortis Valley's head off the ring apron, and then toss him backwards into the Cell. Williams begins to kick and choke Mortis Valley against the cell. Finally he breaks the hold, lifts Mortis Valley up into a bear hug type hold. Williams applies a bear hug style lifting waistlock and slams Mortis Valley's back into the ring apron, and then rolls him into the ring. Williams follows, but instead of going for a cover, we see he begins to kick Mortis Valley again.)

HS: "Brian Williams is dominating the early moments."

FJ: "It's been good so far� but we need more."

(Williams forces Mortis Valley to the ring apron. We see him allow Mortis to struggle to his feet. Williams walks over and attempts to pull Valley up. We see Valley grab Williams head and drop it straight across the floor. Mortis grabs something as we see Mortis catch his breath as he climbs back up to the ring apron. We see Brian Williams holding his throat as he turns around. Mortis Valley toss a steel chair to Brian Williams and immediately springboards into the ring nailing a dropkick on Williams. Williams falls face first with the chair on his face, we can see blood leaking around it. Mortis Valley immediately rolls out of the ring and pulls out a second chair. He rolls back into the ring, and stands over Williams. We see him nail three very hard chair shots to the other chair that was laying over top of Williams face. Valley pulls it off, but instead of going for the cover he picks up a bloody and dazed Brian Williams.)

HS: "This isn't about winning� This must be about proving a point."

FJ: "A point that I will enjoy until the end. Folks, don't turn off your television sets. This is truly going to be something to see."

HS: "I have to agree. These guys don't just want to win� they want to prove they were the most brutal wrestlers in AWA history."

FJ: "We greatly appreciate it too guys. Mortis, Brian, keep up the great work."

(Mortis Valley nails a few European uppercuts which sends Brian Williams back into the ropes. As Williams rebounds off the ropes we see Mortis Valley hook in the Extreme Machine Crippler Cross Wing. We see Williams is in immediate pain.)

FJ: "What the heck is that?"

HS: "According to his profile, it is Mortis locking a cross-face chicken wing, then pulls up like a cross-face."

FJ: "Brian Williams won't last too long in this."

HS: "I don't think any man would."

(We see Williams being held in the hold but he isn't screaming in pain. We can see the pain but Williams won't allow himself to scream. Finally Mortis Valley let's go of the hold after a good four minutes. We see Williams is extremely exhausted as we see a sick smile on Mortis Valley's face. He pulls an almost extremely injured Williams up. We see him deliver a few shots to Brian Williams before pulling him close to the ropes. He now locks in the Gogopolato using the ring ropes. We see Brian Williams gasping for air as Mortis pulls back trying to injure his opponent.)

HS: "Things aren't looking good for Williams at this point."

FJ: "No, the blood is flowing from him, and Mortis Valley is locking submission after submission trying to take his opponent out."

(Mortis Valley releases the hold. Williams is now laying on the mat unresponsive. Mortis Valley looks at the crowd, which is in shock as no one has ever did to Brian Williams.)

HS: "Nobody has dominated Williams like this. Not to my knowledge."

FJ: "Even in all his confrontations with Low, he was subjected to a beating like this from a smaller man."

(We see Mortis try to pull a deadweight Williams up, who's still unresponsive to the referee or Mortis attempts to lift him up. Suddenly we see Williams low blow Mortis Valley, which drops Mortis to a knee. We see Williams then throw a huge haymaker that drills Mortis. Followed by another and another before he rocks Mortis all the way backwards. We see Williams take a deep breath as he grabs the ropes to help pull himself up.)

HS: "Brian Williams is alive!"

FJ: "And he looks upset. This is not the point you want Williams� you don't want him to feel vulnerable and hurt at the same time. He goes into a true reckless abandon mode where he destroys anything in his path."

HS: "So true Frank. Let's see how this turns out."

(Williams now picks Mortis Valley off the mat by his neck. He says something before hurling him over the top rope into the cell. We see Mortis crumple up on the outside of the ring as a sick smile reaches the face of Brian Williams. We see him continue to get his breath as he slowly gets outside of the ring. He lifts Mortis up again, grabs him in a spinebuster type position, and runs at the ring post drilling Mortis's back into it. Williams kicks the steel stairs under the ring post. Williams then spinebusters Mortis Valley on the bottom part of the steel stairs. We see Mortis Valley's body cringe in pain.)

HS: "OH NO!

FJ: "HE COULD BE SERIOUSLY INJURED!"

(Williams smiles at the destruction as he stands over Mortis Valley. He picks Valley up and tosses him against the cell. We now see Williams begin to deliver boxing style punches to the ribcage of Mortis Valley. Williams then rolls the near lifeless body of Mortis Valley into the ring. Mortis keeps rolling towards the center of the ring. Williams follows slowly. As he walks over to Mortis Valley, he goes over to Valley. He picks him up to go for a powerbomb and THWACK!)

HS: "Mortis Valley was conscious enough to hit Brian Williams over the head with one of the two steel chairs left in the ring!"

FJ: "But did that help him or hurt him? I mean he did hit Williams and plant him in the center of the ring... but you still come crashing to the mat."

HS: "Frank, he had to do it to save any chance of winning the match."

(Both men lay down as the referee surveys the carnage. The referee just looks into the crowd as if to say, we'll continue when someone gets up. Both men finally begin to stir, using the ropes to pull themselves up. Williams comes charging towards Mortis, but Mortis pulls down the top rope and Brian Williams goes flying over, but he lands on his feet thanks to grabbing the top rope. As he turns around, Mortis Valley grabs the top rope, and swings his body's momentum through the bottom, drop kicking Brian Williams head into the cell. We see Mortis Valley still slow to get up as Williams holds his head. Mortis Valley stands up and then slams the head of Brian Williams into the ring post. Mortis Valley now trips Brian Williams and applies an all too familiar hold�)

FJ: "JUST TAP� DARN IT!"

HS: "It's an STF from Mortis Valley and as Frank points out� very similar names!"

(Mortis has this hold on Williams for a good three minutes before once again deciding he's frustrated that Williams isn't tapping at this point. Mortis picks up Williams and rolls him into the ring. We see Mortis roll in on top of him. One� Two� Kickout! We see Mortis Valley apply a sleeperhold as Mortis helps Williams to his feet. We see Williams quickly shuffle to the side and nail a huge side elbow which causes Valley to release the hold. Williams now pushes Mortis to the ground. As Mortis Valley rolls backwards to his feet, he's met with a running boot by the freight train that is Brian Williams. Both men hit the ground again. We see the monster Brian Williams slowly pull himself up first.)

HS: "This is turning into a train wreck like Brian Williams wants it to."

FJ: "This isn't looking good for Mortis Valley at the moment."

(Williams is back on the attack. He picks up Mortis Valley and slams a forearm into Valley's back. He repeats the process twice, with Mortis Valley rolling closer and closer to the ropes. We see Valley roll off onto the ring apron for a second time. He pulls himself up and as he does, Brian Williams just shoves him backwards into the steel cell. Valley bounces off the cell and falls forward towards the ring apron. Brian Williams grabs a the second steel chair that didn't hit him and walks around the ring the long way. He then swings the steel chair and slams it across Mortis Valley's back. He does it three more times to be exact and tosses the chair down in a fury. He picks Mortis Valley up and tombstones him onto the steel chair. Williams then shoves the referee out of his way and into the steel cage so he can�_

HS: "NO! HE HAS KNOCKED OUT THE REFEREE AND APPLIED THE STRUGGLE WITHIN!"

FJ: "This match is over� Mortis Valley should give up. Oh wait he can't� Brian Williams wanted to torture him so bad he floored the referee too. This is what happens when you push a monster too far."

HS: "As true as that sounds� Mortis Valley wanted to prove a point."

FJ: "What that he should have stayed in his retirement home? He's headed for the grave if this continues!"

(Williams finally releases the hold. He first rolls the official into the ring. He second rolls Mortis Valley into the ring. Williams listens to the crowd heavily boo him as he rolls into the ring, stands up, and acknowledges his dominance over Mortis Valley. Williams picks Mortis Valley up, he attempts the Morbid reality but somehow Valley gets out of the way of the elbow in time for Williams to hit the ground. As he does it, we see Williams get up to his feet, turn around right into a step up enziguri. Both men are down.)

HS: "Mortis just did that out of desperation."

FJ: "Had Williams hit the Morbid Reality, this match would have been over� It should be over� how do both of them keep standing up?"

HS: "That's why these two are the Main Event Frank� the just keep coming for more. They are truly that good. That's why they are in that elite level of superstars that you remember for ages. They deliver punishment, and they can take it.."

FJ: "And they obviously never stop fighting� Travis may have to buy another hour of airtime if this continues!"

(Brian Williams is the first to his feet. As he turns around, he ducks under a chair shot. Mortis Valley's chair bounces off the top rope and rebounds to hit the now standing Brian Williams which knocks him down to one knee. We see Mortis Valley get to his feet and charge with a huge high knee which takes Brian Williams down. Mortis is back down to a knee trying to recover. He turns around and sees Williams getting back to his feet. Mortis kicks Williams into the stomach, and then Rock Bottom's him. He goes for a cover but again only a two count. We can see a true frustration on Mortis Valley's face at this point� he begins to pick Brian Williams up, as he does, we see Williams push him back and then charge with a clothesline but Mortis Valley ducks under. They both bounce off the ropes and Valley hits a flying forearm while Williams nails a clothesline, flooring both men!)

HS: "BOTH MEN ARE DOWN!"

FJ: "THE FIRST TO HIS FEET COULD WIN!"

(Mortis and Brian are up now as Brian darts forward with a clothesline. Mortis ducks under this though, then kicks Brian low. Brian doubles over as Mortis then grabs him for an MVD to cheers from the crowd! Brian though wiggles hard, throws his arms down breaking Mortis hold, swings around, then knees Mortis as he sets him up for a Morbid Reality. The fans boo this deeply as Brian then lifts Mortis up, only for Mortis to counter by swinging around and landing on his feet behind Brian. Mortis then grabs Brian, and to the shock of EVERYONE lifts him up and brings him down for a German suplex!)

FJ: "No way!"

HS: "Yes way, and Mortis still has his arms around Brian's massive waist!"

(The fans begin to cheer Mortis as he slowly, but surely, begins to turn around, before getting to his feet, pulling Brian up with him. Mortis then lifts Brian up and brings him down for a second German Suplex to deafening cheers from the crowd!)

FJ: "Mortis doesn't know how to quit. With every bit of energy left in his body, perhaps even his soul, he was just able to pick and and drop Brian Williams with a second German Suplex!"

HS: "And wait, what? It looks like he is about to go for it again!"

(This is true as Mortis, now totally exhausted, slowly but surely turns around. You can see the match, the abuse, and now these moves on top has taken a lot out of him as he uses every bit of strength to pull Brian to his feet. Mortis then looks ready to hit a third German Suplex when suddenly Brian mule kicks Mortis!)

HS: "Another low blow!"

(Brian then grabs the doubled over Mortis, places his head between his legs, then pulls him up for a Crucifix Power Bomb! Brain then takes a few steps back, then runs at full force, launching Mortis off over the ropes, outside the ring at such force that Mortis' body crashes into the cage before propelling him back onto the concrete, face first!)

FJ: "Oh dear God! I think Brian Williams just killed Mortis Valley! He just power bombed Mortis right into the cage with such force that Mortis flew back onto the concrete face first. This has to be it. No man can take that type of punishment!"

HS: "I think you are right, Frank, and I think Brian knows it too as he has a sick, sadistic smile on his face!"

(Brian stands in the ring, smiling as the fans begin to boo him heavily. Brian seems to enjoy taunting the crowd as he eggs them on a few more seconds. However, as Brian looks over at Mortis' fallen body, that smile turns to a hate-filled frown as he then slides out of the ring. Mortis is still down on the outside as blood oozes out of his face. A puddle of blood begins to appear as Brian look around outside the ring. After a few moments, he goes underneath.)

FJ: "What does Brian have in his mind now? What haven't these two men done to each other these last fifty plus minutes?"

HS: "I don't know. Both men are bleeding profusely and have a trick crimson mask..."

FJ: "No, Herb, both men have bled so much in this mask that they each are now wearing a crimson body suit..."

HS: "So true, and wait, Brian has a chair! And barb wire! And a bag! What does he have in mind?!

(Brian begins to wrap the barb wire around the chair. He then slides it inside along with the bag. He then goes back under.)

FJ: "Wait, Brian is going underneath again. And he has...on my god, a lighter and a cloth!"

(The fans roar as Brian holds both up, before tossing both into the ring. You can see a mixed look of both anticipation and worry on the fans and even on the referee. Brian then stalks over to Mortis, who is still on the ground. you can see now though that while Mortis down, he is certainly not out.)

HS: "I thought Mortis was done but I'm wrong, he's alive yet again!"

FJ: "But maybe not for long as here comes Williams"

HS: "Yes, but what is Mortis doing? He pulled himself over to the edge of the ring and look to be getting something from underneath."

FJ: "I don't know but I think he's too late as here comes Williams!"

(Williams grabs Mortis and pulls him out, with a look a bloodlust in his eyes. Mortis though in a split second turns around, and rams a wooden bat into Brian's ribs, causing Brian to fall to his knees both in shock and pain. Brian though quickly gets to his feet as Mortis then whacks him in the arm with such force into Brian's arm that the bat breaks into two. Brian goes down again, holding his arm in pain but pulls himself back up only for Mortis to take the piece of bat that he still has left, and uses it's raw, sharp end to stab it into Brian's right leg and then slash down as the audience, commentators, referee, everyone groans in unison.)

(Brian lets out a battle cry as he quickly falls to the ground holding his leg. Mortis falls to his knees, breathing heavily, fresh blood dripping down his already blood-covered face. Both men pauses in their respective positions for a good minute as you hear a loud chant for Mortis. Slowly though, Brian begins to get back to his feet, his hand covering the wound area of his leg as he lunges for Mortis. Mortis though elbows Brian stiffly in the face such that you can see blood squirt out of his nose. Mortis then rolls the stunned Williams back in the ring. Brian then lies there, trying to recover as Mortis drops back down to his knees and looks underneath the ring)

HS: "Man, what a stiff shot. I'm not sure, but Mortis may have just broke Brian's nose!"

FJ: "I guess Mortis though sees it as payback for Brian almost breaking his neck and spine just a bit earlier ago. And wait...Mortis has something!"

(Mortis pulls out a glass window. He then holds it up, looking at it as the crowd roars in approval!)

HS: "Mortis has a glass window! If he hits Brian with that, he could blind him or even worse!"

FJ: "I think he knows that Herb."

(Mortis rolls back in the ring with the glass window as Brian is now crawling to the center of the ring where the barb-wire chair is. Mortis stalks over, waiting for Brian to get up. Mortis waits, holding the glass window, as Brian slowly gets to his feet. As he does, Mortis lunges forward with the glass window in hair and swings at Brian, only for Brian to duck, then kick Mortis stiffly in the ribs. Mortis drops the glass window which cracks but does not break while Brian picks up the barb-wire steel chair and clocks Mortis in the back with it. Mortis swings his head up in pain, his teeth clinched together, trying to recover but Brian doesn't give him a chance as he then smashes the chair across Mortis' head, bringing him down!)

HS: "Brutal!"

FJ: "And it looks to get even more brutal, look!"

(Brian pulls up the barb-wire chair, then brings it down across Mortis multiple times to loud boos from the crowd. After six or seven solid shots, Brian throws the barb-wire chair down into the center of the ring. He then walks over to the glass window, picks it up, then sets it down on top of the barb-wire chair.)

HS: "Brian Williams has something in mind here. Now he is going over to where the bag is..."

FJ: "He certainly does has something in mind. He has the bag now, and is back in the center of the ring and is sprinkling...thumbtacks. My god, he is throwing thumb tacks on top of glass, barb-wire, and a chair!!!"

HS: "He's not done, Frank. He's going back to that cloth and he just tossed it on top of everything else. Wait, he has the lighter too...and he just lit the cloth on fire! My God, in the center of the ring, there is a combination of glass, barb-wire, a steel chair, and it's all it on fire on top of it!"

(The fans roar in not so much of approval but awe. Brian then turns to Mortis. He wastes no time pulling Mortis, whom seems to be unconscious, up. Brian then sets Mortis up for a Morbid Reality to huge boos from the crowd!)

HS: "This is it, Morbid Reality! After this, it's all over!"

(Brian begins to pull Mortis up for the suplex part, only for Mortis to suddenly nail Brian in the ribs with a stiff punch. Brian lets go of Mortis who falls back down to his knees in which he immediately low blows Brian to a huge roar from the crowd! Brian then doubles over, turning around as Mortis then suddenly stands up, grabs both of Williams' arms, hooks them up, then jumps up comes down with a vicious MVD right onto the mesh of metal, barb-wire, glass, and fire! The collision is so sudden, so violent, that the fire immediately goes out. You hear a 'holy shit' chant start up as Mortis with the last bit of his strength rolls Brian to his back and covers him as the ref counts, 1.......................2....................3!)

FJ: "Oh my God. In what is the longest, the most brutal Hell-In-A-Cell match in pro wrestling history, Mortis Valley has come out the victor! But you got to give it to both men. They really showed us why the AWA is not dead, but alive and well and why it is THE number one wrestling organization, ever!"

HS: "I can agree to that!"

(The fans at first chanting Mortis name in unison. However, that slowly yet surely changes to that of chants of AWA. Referees now begin to fill the ring to check on both the fallen Brian Williams and Mortis Valley. A full five minutes goes on showing them working on the two men as the fans continue to cheer. Finally, Mortis, whom has rolled to one side of the ring, uses to the ropes as he gets to his feet as the fans roar loudly. Soon after, Brian Williams, who has been moved to the other side of the ring, also gets to his feet, using the ropes on the opposing side of the ring, as the fans cheer loudly out of respect more than anything else for him. Mortis Valley and Brian Williams then slowly, but surely, walks toward the center of the ring. Fans expect the two men to shake each others hand when suddenly Williams slaps Mortis in the face. The crowd lets out a loud groan followed by boos only for Mortis to turn around and spit right back in Brian Williams' face.)

FJ: "You got to be kidding me! The war is still on!"

(Brian lunges for Mortis who ducks down as the referee's wisely scatter. Mortis though ducks and then nails Brian with a punch. Brian, both because of blood loss and being groggy from the impact, wobbles backward so that he falls out of the ring. Mortis gets outside to the ring apron, then jumps off at Mortis as he crashes into him with both men falling through the cell! Both men recover though as Mortis then looks to whip Brian into another piece of the cell only for Brian to reverse it as Mortis breaks through another piece of the fence! Mortis though pulls himself back to his feet as Brian peppers Mortis with several fists to the face before Mortis with all his strength left shoves Brian into one of the metal supporting posts for the cell. As he does so you see the Cell literally shake as Williams slowly gets up, revealing a part of the support broke upon impact! Mortis then lunges for Brian only for Brian to move having Mortis crash into the steel post, this time breaking it more as you see the Cell shake again. Brian then immediately pulls Mortis up, then throws him at full force into another post, leaving a dent in that as well. The cell then begins to shake again, this time with several wire supports breaking!)

HS: "The Cell is breaking apart! It's going to collapse!"

(Brian stalks Mortis and pulls him up by his blood-ridden hair only for Mortis to rake Brian in the face, then launch him hard into another supporting post several feet away. As Brian hits it, you can see the post shift backwards as the Cell suddenly lets out a loud noise as you see it leaning forward! Several pieces things from the top fall from the ring. Mortis though, ignores it as he then runs at Brian full force and jumps up ready to splash him only for Brian to lean against the post, throw his feet up and push Mortis backwards. As he does so, you suddenly hear a LOUD bang as the post breaks, throwing Brian Williams to the outside at Mortis Valley falls inside just as the Cell collapses to the horror of the fans, referee's, everyone!)

FJ: "Oh my God, the Cell just collapse and Mortis Valley was inside!"

(Referees, EMT's, everyone immediately begins to go to help Mortis when suddenly Brian's begins to nail them right and left!)

FJ: "My God, Brian Williams is so ruthless that he is assaulting the referees, even the EMTs!"

(After several knock downs, the rest of the EMT's and referees are frozen in place as Brian lets out an evil laughter. He then turns to Mortis as he yells out 'Get up, Mortis! Get up!'. However, it seems that Mortis isn't getting up from this. During this, more referees and EMT's dart to the ring in an attempt to help Mortis as Brian levels them right and left. Suddenly, security and law enforcement come out, as he levels them too. However, several of them suddenly jump Brian at once, holding him down to put handcuffs on him as Brian looks over to the fallen Cell, laughing manically, yelling out, "Get up Mortis, get up!".)

HS: "My God, Mortis Valley has been buried alive in a mesh of steel. And Brian Williams is being arrested on the spot! Folks, we have to go. It was a pleasure to be here and perform in front of you. With a heavy heart, I bit thee fairwell once more. We'll have the latest on Mortis Valley's condition on the AWA website. Good Night...my God..my God....."

(The referee's and EMT's begin to clean up the Cell to look for Mortis as the AWA copyright screen comes on. Thing then fade to black.)

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