Tex: As you all know Ethan Bell was crowned as the new Television Champion last week at New Year’s Revolution.
Duff: But the question is how long will he hold it? The number one contender spot is up for grabs tonight.
John McKeith is walking out of the bathroom, the toilet flushing as he walks out. He’s wearing his casual clothes, minus the jacket, beanie, and sunglasses. He’s walking towards his dressign room about to get ready for his match.
Tex: And here’s John McKeith, one of the men competing in that match tonight.
Duff: Remind me to stay away from that bathroom.
Tex: The feeling is mutual. As you know John put up a hell of a fight at New Year’s Revolution. But ultimately succumbed to the combined scheming of Bell and Woodrum in last week’s battle royal.
Duff: You should’ve seen exactly how pissed he was. I haven’t seen a man that angry since a friend of mine found out that I took his money!.
As John approaches his dressing room, he comes across Josh Woodrum. Josh approaches him in his in ring outfit with his arms stretched out to the side.
Duff: Oh shit, looks like something’s gonna go down.
Tex: That may very well be the case. After last what he did last week, John’s been wanting Woodrum’s head on a plate.
Woodrum: Johnny, hey! Great to see ya. Hey, good luck tonight man. Young‘s got some fight in him, so you best watch out.
John storms up to John and gets in his face
John: Fuck off, you deluded asshole. Don’t forget, we still have business to settle.
Woodrum: Oh, right. You still got you’re panties in a knot about losing to me…TWICE!!! Hahaha, face it Johnny boy, I’ve said it before, you just don’t measure up. You couldn’t pin me if you’re life depended on it.
John: Then how about we find out. Next Pay-Per-View! You and me.
Woodrum: An enticing offer, another chance to kick your ass.
Woodrum: Oh, but it gets better. To make sure that it’ll be just you and me, lets make it Hell In A Cell.
Woodrum: Nice! You know if you‘re so hell bent of settling this little beef between you and me, throw in No Holds Barred and you got yourself a deal.
John: Alright. Good luck tonight…you and your partner are gonna need it.
John shoves him off and walks toward his dressing room. Then stops and turns around.
John: Oh, and by the way, you’d best think twice about Bell’s offer tonight. Because, if you take it, it’ll give me all the more reason for me to kick your ass. Belt or no belt, Woodrum, we’re going to settle this, you paper fuck!
Duff: What the hell has gotten into this rookie?
Tex: I don’t know duff, but it seems that the events of last week have changed him in some way. I guess we’ll see how soon. John McKeith vs. Alex Young for the #1 Contender spot for the Television title, tonight, here on AWA Insomnia!
We cut backstage to the dressing room of Bill Barnhart where Alicia Perry is visiting with Bill who is the newest member of the Carnage Stable.
BILL BARNHART: Alicia I wish to thank you for inviting me to join you and Devastator and Sergio in the Carnage Stable. We sure did have everyone snowed into thinking that we all hated each other.
ALICIA: Yes we did! And I have to tell you Bill that having you on our side to keep the likes of Anthony Phoenix and Twisted Lethal Steel in line is a true blessing.
BILL BARNHART: You also know that it is a pleasure and an honor for me to team up with Devastator for a Tag Team match. Although I feel that he and Sergio will one day take the Tag Titles, I still enjoy the thought of working with Jason for this chance to show everyone what we are made of.
ALICIA: Well I just wanted to stop by your dressing room and again tell you what a thrill it is to have such a great Stable and to have you involved with Carnage. By the way did you…
Alicia is cut off in mid-sentence as there is a loud knock on the door. Bill informs Alicia that he wasn’t expecting anyone so he excuses himself to answer the door. When he opens the door Barnhart sees Page Harris standing there. Bill was unaware that Alicia Perry detests Page Harris more than Bill Barnhart detests Chris Shipman and what he did to Iris. When Bill looks over at Alicia the look in her eyes speaks volumes and he swears he can see daggers of fire shooting from Alicia’s eyes.
BILL BARNHART: Uh, Page, what are you doing here?
PAGE HARRIS: I am sorry I stopped by unannounced but I wanted to stop by and to a quick interview with you.
BILL BARNHART: Honestly, Page, I don’t think this is a good time. If you know what is good for you I would suggest you quietly leave.
ALICIA: Who is that Bill? It sounds like Page Harris! I damn sure hope it isn’t that slut Page Harris! I wouldn’t want to have to get Security involved to pull me off her and to have the Janitorial staff come out with mops to mop up what is left of her off the floor!
PAGE HARRIS: Oh…sorry…I didn’t know you had company. It sounds like Alicia Perry and she has never been very nice to me. Bill, do you think Alicia doesn’t like me?
BILL BARNHART: Page, if I were to tell you that Alicia hates you so much that her hatred makes Satan look like the nicest guy in the Universe, it would be the understatement of the year. Just leave before I have to witness you getting the hell beat out of you. Go…NOW!
Page turns and quickly heads off down the hallway away from Bill Barnhart’s dressing room. She barely gets a few steps away when the dressing room door swings open and a totally furious Alicia Perry leaps out into the hallway. She screams something in Spanish which we don’t immediately recognize, but we assume it wasn’t something nice, and as Page Harris hears it we see her speed up and dive around a corner to escape the wrath of Alicia. Satisfied that she drove Page Harris into another Time Zone, Alicia turns and calmly walks back into Bill Barnhart’s dressing room. She sits down on a chair, turns to Bill and says…
ALICIA: Now where was I? Oh yes! By the way did you remember that you invited me and Sergio and Devastator over to your house after Insomnia for dinner?
BILL BARNHART: Of course I remember! I am the one who asked you all to come over. Har har har! I also remember that I am going to beat the hell out of Ethan Bell and Josh Woodrum tonight. Give me a HIGH FIVE Alicia!
Bill and Alicia HIGH FIVE and then Alicia excuses herself as she needs to get back to Devastator’s dressing room to ensure he is ready for his entrance for the Tag Team match.
Tex: I’m getting word that there’s something going on in the back……
We cut to the backstage area, where Carnage member ‘Devastator Jason Perry is on a rampage.
Dev: Where is that fucking slimeball Woodrum?!?
As Jason turns a corner, the very man he’s searching for is standing next to a catering table. Before he can make his escape, he’s pinned up against the wall by his neck.
Dev: I can deal with you threatening to put me in the hospital. Insulting Kruise isn’t my concern. Even talking shit about my tag team partner I can overlook. But you had to mouth of about my WIFE like she was one of those porn stars you nail, THAT CROSSED THE FUCKING LINE!!
While Jason’s attention is focused on the AWA’s foremost purveyor of porn, his wife Alicia walks up behind her husband. She's decked out in a Carnage t-shirt, leather shorts, fishnet stockings, and 3-inch platform boots, all in black.
Alicia: You want to threaten me with that pencil dick? I get bigger pieces of meat when I order breakfast. As much as I would love for my man to give you a coffee enema, the fans paid to see a good ass-kicking, and we certainly don’t want to deprive them….
A group of referees and backstage agents arrive and separate the two competitors.
Ref: Save it for the ring.
Dev: You’re a dead man, Woodrum!
We cut back to the ring.
Ethan Bell & Josh Woodrum vs. Jason Perry & Bill Barnhart
Scene cuts to the ringside announce position with our commentary team of Tex Martin and Duff Travers.
Tex: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the action here on Monday Night Insomnia, live from San Francisco!
Duff: Tonight promises to be quite interesting.
Tex: Yes, it does, Duff. Three huge matches on deck for our fans tonight. All of our reigning champions are here tonight, even if their titles aren’t on the line.
Duff: That may be so, but the outcome of tonight’s matches will definitely shape the championship landscape for weeks to come. So let’s kick things off with some tag team action!
"I'm Sexy And I Know It (Remix)" by LMFAO immediately begins to hit on the arena's sound system and several white spotlights dance around on the stage and continue to do so as Ethan Bell emerges from the backstage area. Ethan just grins and looks around while walking down to the ring with the AWA Television Championship draped over his shoulder, knowing that many are jealous of his position. When he reaches the ring, Ethan hops up onto the apron and steps between the upper and middle ropes. Bell mocking struts around the ring with his championship belt, which makes the men boo a lot. The ladies of the crowd however, most of them are swooning, wishing that they could be in the ring alongside Ethan Bell. As the music fades, Ethan warms up a bit, now anticipating the artwork that he's about to deliver.
Tex: I just can’t believe that Ethan Bell wants to simply hand over a championship, just for 24 hours with his tag team partner’s valet, regardless of what he intends to do in that time….
Duff: Look at who we’re talking about here, Tex! She’s one of the most smoking hot women to grace the AWA! Any man would give a lot more just to have her acknowledge that they even exist.
Tex: “Any man” meaning you, Duff?
Duff: …..
"Bad to the Bone" plays, the arena darkens. Strobe lights flash the crowd begins to buzz in anticipation. The curtain parts, a sole spot light shines on "Mister Impressive" Josh Woodrum. He stands at the top of the ramp, raises both arms in the "rock on" hand signal, and pyros explode behind him. He walks down the ramp, stopping in the middle to strike a pose, flexing both arms. He smiles, and slides under the bottom rope, as he stands he climbs the nearest turnbuckle and spreads both arms. He steps down and awaits his opponents.
Duff: Damn, and I was hoping Amanda would be coming out to ringside tonight…
Tex: Apparently, so was Bell….
We can see Ethan asking Josh where Amanda is, reminding him of the deal that was made at New Year’s Revolution. Josh holds up his hands in a gesture to placate his partner, then reaches into his pocket and pulls out a piece of paper. A camera zooms in to see that it’s a contract. Ethan eyeballs it as Josh’s music continues to play. Ethan nods before moving over to a corner of the ring and asking if anyone near ringside has a pen. A young lady in the front row tosses him one and Ethan catches it, winking at the girl. Ethan signs the contract and hands it over to Josh as we then hear Stormy’s voice.
Stormy Canyon: Ladies and gentlemen, already in the ring, from Lexington, Kentucky, weighing in at 270 pounds and standing at 6 foot 5, “Mister Impressive” JOOOOOSSSSHHH WOODRUMMMMM!!!!!
And his tag team partner, standing at 6 foot 3 inches and weighing 235 pounds, from Washington DC, he is the reigning AWA Television Champion, ETHANNN BELLLL!!!!
As the opening riff of “Demonizer” plays over the sound system, the stage glows red. Alicia Perry emerges from the curtain, pausing to look at the crowd before turning around and extending her arms. At that moment, “Devastator” Jason Perry and Bill Barnhart take the stage. As they move to either side of Alicia, she turns around and the three of them make their way to the ring. When they reach the ring, Devastator takes Alicia’s hand as she goes up the ring steps before climbing onto the ring apron himself. She faces away from the ring and grabs the top rope and backflips into the ring. Once inside, Bill walks around the ring to acknowledge all the people in the crowd and he maintains his huge smile. Meanwhile, Alicia walks up to Devastator and rips the shirt off of his chest, tossing the remnants to the ring attendant. Devastator holds the ropes open as Alicia exits the ring.
Stormy Canyon: And their opponents, representing Carnage, from Oakland, California, weighing in at 240 pounds and standing an even 6 feet tall, “BULLDOG” BILLLL BARNHARRRRT!!!
And his tag team partner, from Los Angeles, California, weighing 267 pounds and standing 6 feet 7, “DEVASTATOR” JASONNNN PERRRRYYY!!!
Barnhart starts in the match as does Ethan bell. The two square off and tie up. Bill takes the upper hand and pushes Bell into the ropes sending him across the ring. On the rebound Bill is able to collect Bell and hoist him up before nailing him with a big spine buster. Bill pulls Bell up and goes for a suplex. Bell kicks his feet and comes back down to the mat snapping Bill over and landing a snap suplex of his own. Bell pops to his feet and looks to Woodrum, who is begging for a tag. Bell shakes his head, telling Woodrum to wait just a bit longer. Woodrum shakes his head as Bill gets to his feet and pulls Bell down from behind into a rollup pin attempt. 1…2… Bell kicks out. Bill stands up and goes to reach down to grab Bell by the head, but Bell gets mostly to his feet and gets Bill with a quick drop kick to the knee for his trouble. Bell smirks and lands a quick DDT. As Bill rolls over on the mat, Bell lands a stiff kick to the back then locks on a Boston crab. Bill screams and reaches for the ropes to no avail. Dev screams at Bill to fight it off but Bill collapses with pain. Perry reaches as far as he can and Bill manages to somehow reach out and tag his hand. Dev hits the ring running across the ring and hitting the ropes coming back and turning Ethan Bell inside out with a hellish clothesline. Bell pops up to his feet and gets a big boot to the head. Dev rushes across the ring and goes to boot Josh Woodrum in the face, but Woodrum ducks and Perry’s leg gets caught on the top rope. Bell rushes at Perry and goes for a hurricanrana. He spins Perry down and out to the canvas before standing up and whirling around, looking to that same young female in the front row, winking at her once again. Woodrum gets Bell’s attention as Woodrum stamps his feet on the apron, looking desperate to get himself a piece of the action now. Bell chooses to tag in Woodrum and Woodrum comes in a house on fire, yanking Perry up from the canvas before bringing him to the opposite corner. He yells at Barnhart to make the tag into the match. Bill doesn’t argue this one and comes into the ring after tagging the prone Perry. Woodrum drops Perry on the mat and Barnhart and Woodrum begin to slug it out, getting further and further away from Bill’s team’s corner. Bell however isn’t at his corner as he’s by the crowd barrier, exchanging pleasantries with the lovely lady who tossed him the pen earlier.
Tex: Someone’s lost his focus… And seriously, I thought he wanted Amanda.
Duff: He’s just bringing cheer to his fans. Cut Ethan a break. If he says he’s a good guy, believe him.
Woodrum takes advantage of the older Barnhart in the ring and delivers a clubbing blow right to the back of Barnhart. Woodrum is seething mad and he goes to scoop up Barnhart, attempting to rack him up onto his shoulders. But Barnhart is a bit too heavy and Woodrum loses him a bit, but actually does complete a back body drop. Barnhart hits the mat but immediately begins to get up. He glances over to see his partner still recovering, so Bill stays in the match for now. Woodrum tries to push off but Bill uses his strength to grab Woodrum and set him into position for a hammerlock lift. As he does this, Perry has clearly recovered as he rolls off the apron and to the outside, now heading over to where Bell is. Perry runs right at Bell and clocks him with another clothesline, laying Bell out. Bill connects with the hammerlock lift and then simply tosses Woodrum down to the mat before going for a pin. 1…2… Woodrum kicks out and partially rolls over to peek at his team’s corner, to see that Bell isn’t there. Woodrum scowls but attempts to pull himself up. But Bill is up first and when Woodrum gets far enough up, Bill collects Woodrum by the head and delivers a vicious Bulldog that puts Woodrum down to the mat. Perry turns back to the ring and grins before rolling into the ring himself. The referee tells Perry to get back to his corner. Perry holds his arms up innocently and does so. Meanwhile Bell is starting to get back to his feet outside the ring. Perry can see this from his corner so he drops down again and picking up momentum is able to blast Bell with yet another clothesline.
Tex: That’s the third one of this match to Bell! He might be loopy for his 24 hours with Amanda if this keeps up, that is if that’s the contract that Ethan signed before this match started!
Duff: Ethan will probably be fine. He’ll make sure that he is. I don’t know about Woodrum though. That damn dog looks like he’s about ready to put him away. Sad face…
Bill picks Woodrum up off the mat and begins to lock on a sleeper hold. Again Perry loves what he sees but Woodrum begins to fight out of it. Perry scowls, reaches into the ring and yanks Woodrum down by the legs. Bill turns and sees his tag partner and grins an evil looking grin. Perry yanks Woodrum out of the ring before lifting him up and dropping him with the Total Devastation outside the ring. The referee yells at Perry, but then starts a ten count as the legal man, Bill Barnhart, stands in the ring. Bell is just beginning to come to and Barnhart sees this, rolling out the other side of the ring. Bell sees Bill coming though and ducks, attempting to lift Bill up to hit the Snapshot. The attempt fails however as Bill slithers away. Bill turns back around and Bell and Bill begin to exchange blows near the bottom of the entranceway ramp. The referee meanwhile begins to count to 10. He gets up to the count of 5 and Bill hears the count. Meanwhile Perry stands over the downed Woodrum. Bill gets away from Bell and rolls back into the ring at the count of 7. Bell rolls in after him but the referee continues to count out Woodrum. 8…9…10!
The referee calls for the bell and hands his decision down to Stormy Canyon, letting her know what to say.
Tex: Um, I think this one just ended in a countout victory for Bill and Jason. Because the legal men were Bill and Woodrum…
Duff: Unfortunately I think you’re right. It’s about time that you’re right about something.
Stormy: Ladies and gentlemen, being that the two legal men at the point of the 10 count starting were Bill Barnhart and Josh Woodrum, here are your winners via countout…Bill Barnhart and Jason Perry…CARRRRN AAAAAGE!!!
The crowd erupts in boos at how the match just ended as Carnage’s music plays throughout the Cow Palace. Bell rolls out of the ring, shrugging off Barnhart and goes to get Woodrum. Perry stands over Woodrum for a few more seconds smiling before finally backing away. Stormy comes over to that side of the ring to give Bell back the AWA Television Championship. Bell takes it as Insomnia fades to a commercial break…
Winners: Jason Perry & Bill Barnhart
The scene fades in backstage to show Phoenix and Steele watching the end of the tag team match that took place before the break on a monitor. They both shake their heads as Bruce Dixon comes around and immediately sticks a microphone in Phoenix’s face.
Dixon: Anthony Phoenix, I’m sure you don’t feel well after losing the International Title belt to Sergio. So really what’s next for you?
Phoenix: That’s easy Bruce. Even you should figure that one out. Look at Bell and Woodrum out there. They’re going to probably make that TV Title exchange and it makes me want to puke! But what makes me want to hurl even more is that Carnage thinks they’re the best tag team around this place. Excuse me, but that honor belongs to the two of us that are standing right here in front of you. I hope Goth brings back the tag team titles and soon, that way we’ll be able to show everyone that we’re the best tag team period that the AWA and the world will ever see. That tag team being Xtremely Twisted!
Steele nods over Phoenix’s shoulder before both Phoenix and Steele make Bruce flinch. Dixon backs away from the pair as the scene switches to a different part of the backstage area.
The Camera is shooting the crowd responding the the aftermath of the tag match, when suddenly Shane West's music hits the arena. The crowd erupts, and Shane West, making no time, steps out from backstage. He isn't smiling, he doesn't wait for pyro, he doesn't interract with the crowd. Tonight, Shane West is all business. He walks to the ring, his face angry and otherwise emotionless. He rolls under the bottom rope into the ring, and grabs a microphone. He paces momentarily with the microphone in his hand.
Duff: I thought we'd be done with these boring ass speeches after he lost the title. Well, Guess not!
Tex: Shane was screwed over at NYR Duff- anyone can see that. In a match that was scheduled to have no interference, someone interfered. In a match where if someone interfered, they would be fired- someone dressed up as a Medic hit him with Fang's Finisher, the Fatal Shot, busting him completely Open! He had a concussion and was suffering blood loss through the last 15 minutes of the match!
Duff: Excuses! Shane: Over AWA.com this past weekend, I levied a challenge. As many of you may know, as the former Universal Champion, I have a rematch clause in my contract. Well, I'm not activating that tonight. Instead, I put it out on the table as incentive. You see, two men have both decided it has become their lifes mission to play games with me. Mind games, hunter games, so on so forth. First- we have Lethal Steele. The man has attacked my sister, on multiple occasions, and then took credit for my losing the Universal Title to one Tristan Kruise. Oh please- he couldn't make me lose a match by hitting me with his biggest and baddest maneuvers- what makes him think he can do it by being... Evil?
Shane motions to the AWA Titantron, where a picture of Lethal Steele has been cropped on top of Dr. Evil of Austin Powers fame, a pinky raised to his masked mouth. Next to him, a Cryptic Disturbance Mini-me is doing the same.
Shane: Wake up boys-the reason I lost the Universal Title has nothing to do with Lethal Steele, and EVERYTHING to do with... FANG. You see, while I have no proof that the "Mysterious Medic" was Fang, or even someone he hired-it doesn't stop me from seeing the truth of the matter. Fang was riding high until someone attacked him, and put him on shelf. He blames me for his injury- even though as his masked attacker ran off, I ran up to check on him. So- now he's back, and forced to work his way through the top through EVERY damned person on the roster. Well, lets jump ahead in the line, shall we? You wanted to prove you were better than me, and thus far have been unable. So lets put it all on the line. You want your shot at the title, and prove you're better than me doing it. Steele wants to be the one to destroy Shane West, while on his way to the Universal Title, and to him, you're just another old guy in his way.
See- I've had time to think over the past few weeks. About the Universal Title, my title reign, my time in AWA, all of it. I couldn't help but think back to the day I won the Universal Title for the first time. It was a very memorable night. I know Fang thought so. He claims to be from Long Pond, Pennsylvania, but at that particular Insomnia... he was from Hershey.
Shane motions to the Titantron again, and a video clip from March 21st 2011's Insomnia plays...
The scene opens backstage at a portapotty. Standing in front of it are 3 Extremely well dressed body guards. The same we see with Fang at all times. They look alert but bored as they make small talk back and forth. Suddenly a beat up Oldsmobile comes out of nowhere and slams into all three men and pins the door of the portapotty closed. The person on the inside of the portable toilet begins banging on the door, as you can hear the muffled voice of Fang from the inside.
Fang: What the hell!? James climbs out of the car whistling with a crazed glee. He drags a long steel chain out of his car, and begins to wrap it around the John. He runs in circles hopping over his car hood until the chain is completely wrapped around the Protapotty. He pulls a padlock from his coat pocket and quickly locks the chain. James cackles as he drives his fist into the door a few times, which sparks a rant or two from Fang inside. You just can’t make out his words, but its assumed they are death threats.
Crow: You see, Fang. You have made a huge mistake. You stringed up MY brother. I can not just let that slide. I must admit I enjoyed watching your methods, and I would have loved to see what you could achieve. Unfortunately this is where your career ends.
James climbs back over his car and opens the backdoor. He pulls from the back seat a can of gasoline. James smiles as he skips around the portapotty splashing the gas onto its walls. James begins to sing.
Crow: Ring a Rosy, pocket full of poises. Ashes, ashes, they all fall down. James picks out a lighter from his pocket, and tries to spark it, but it fails to light. A flash of movement is seen, and James goes sprawling into the car. He turns, gas can in one hand, lighter in the other. A boot comes up superkicking him in the face, and the gas can goes flying from his hand, as he falls onto the hood of the car. The camera turns, and Shane West is standing there, a bandage over his forehead from where James ripped him open earlier. Shane grabs a 2X4 laying nearby, picking it up.
Shane: WHO made a big mistake? You think that was cute? You think you're a 'big man' now? You think that by taking out 'Captain America' you're gonna be the top dog?
James is laughing like mad as he sits up on the car hood, only to have the 2x4 come crashing down on his head. It snaps in half, and James slumps back onto the car hood. Shane gets up on the hood, lifting James up. James goes to push Shane away, but gets headbutted in the face. Shane's bandage starts turning red, as the headbutt rebusted him open. James stumbles and falls on his butt on the top of the car. Shane kicks Crow in the temple, sending him sprawling sideways on the top of the car.
Shane: Well, Captain America has checked out! Crow is sitting up, still grinning like the cheshire cat, when Shane hits him with the broken 2x4, laying him flat on the top of the car. Then, lifting Crow up, he drags Crow to the hood of the vehicle, and flattens him with a full nelson face-buster, sending Crow's head SMASHING into the windshield. A sickening CRASH is heard, as the window spiderwebs, and blood appears on the windshield. Shane turns, staring at the port-a-potty, with Fang still locked inside.
Shane: AND YOU. Your little war? Doesn't freaking concern me. So if your 'boys' EVER lay a finger on me again, I won't stop until you're all dead. Hear me? Till then, swim in what I think of you.
Shane grabs Crow, and throws him into the port-a-potty. The sudden impact of James hitting it sends the thing off balance, and it starts to tilt at a bad angle. With two hands, Shane pushes hard, and with a angry yell from within, the port-a-potty tips over, and liquid pours out the top in a puddle, surrounding the port-a-potty and James. Shane covers his nose, a disgusted look on his face. He turns to walk away, angry as hell.
The camera pans back to the ring, with Shane West sitting on the top turnbuckle, grinning wickedly.
Shane: There you go Fang- even a year ago, I put you in your place. I put you among your fellows, your equals. I placed you face first in feces, and I made you totally rethink the words "eat shit".
Duff: I remember that Night! Shane frosted Fang like a CAKE! Tex: Yeah, for a long time, Fang couldn't stand somebody saying "Shit-covered" around him. Shane: So- one last time-I'm putting it out there. The challenge- accept if you will. At February's Breakout Event, Shane West, Fang, Lethal Steele, Triple Threat Last Man Standing Elimination Match. The Last Man Standing wins my Rematch Clause, to be activated prior to Full Throttle 4. I hope you do take me up on the offer- As it stands, you're both up Shit creek without a paddle, and one of you has already went swimming. Enjoy boys.
Shane drops the microphone and rolls out of the ring, jumping the barricade, and exiting through the fans. The camera fades to black as we go to commercial.
The camera comes up outside of Sapphira’s office and the door opens to the mixed reaction of cheering fans, revealing Thomas Evans and his attorneys and Sapphira and what looks to be a couple of AWA’s lawyers but Thomas doesn’t look to be interested in sticking around but the words can be heard while the door is open.
Sean Cottee – “Ultimately if we can avoid this lawsuit in anyway it would be mutually beneficial for both parties. So let’s get something worked out here shall we?”
Thomas shuts the door with a sigh and looks down the hallway he is dressed in sky blue shirt, blue jeans, and his traditional Docs. AWA backstage crew bustle around him, but none of them try to pay him any mind, but it is obvious that some of them are nervous because as they pass their conversations quiet down or stop altogether. But Thomas pays them little attention, deep down he knows that this is his home, this is where he belongs.
Duff – “What is Evans doing now?”
Tex – “Who knows but he doesn’t seem that interested in the negotiations going on in the office.”
Thomas rounds a corner at the end of the hall and his eyes light up and his same mischievous sadistic smile crosses his face, the camera pans around to show Sergio talking with a member of AWA Staff, the International Championship draped over his shoulder. Thomas walks up to Segio and extends a hand.
Thomas Evans – “’Ello, it appears that you and I haven’t been properly introduced, I’m Thomas Evans.”
Segio – “I know who you are.”
Thomas Evans – “Good, then I will make this really simple. You have something that belongs to me. See that AWA International Championship is mine, I never lost it, and as soon as all this bullshit is done with, I will take it back. So keep that belt, hold onto it nice and tight, defend it with pride, and honor because maybe, just maybe, you will get the honor of being beaten by me when I take it back. Enjoy your time at the top because when I make my return you will just be another footnote on my already illustrious career.”
With that Thomas smiles and releases the handshake.
Thomas Evans – “That was all I really wanted to say to you, cheers!”
And with that Thomas walks off with a smile on his face, and Sergio just glares at him holding onto the title a little more tightly then he was before.
John McKeith vs. Alex Young