Page Harris – “Excuse me Mr. Cottee what are you doing here?”

Sean smiles at her and motions towards the door on the other side of the limo that slowly swings open to the sound of a deafening roar from the audience inside the arena watching as “The Hooligan” steps out from the limo with a smile. Thomas is dressed in a sky blue button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a claret tie, cuffed blue jeans, and his Doc Martens and he doesn’t appear to have changed at all.

Sean Cottee – “Now if you will excuse us . . . we’ve got a meeting to get to!”

They begin to walk and Page looks at Thomas almost dumbfounded and reaches out grabbing his shoulder.

Page Harris – “Thomas are you really back?”

,i>Thomas grins and shrugs off her grasp and keeps walking following his lawyers.

We cut backstage where Bill Barnhart is standing with Page Harris for an interview. Bill is dressed in his wrestling attire and Page is dressed in a nice little black dress.

PAGE HARRIS: So, Bill, you had a fairly brutal match against Chris Shipman two weeks ago and then he interfered in your match last week and beat you down again. Are you upset that you have to face Shipman again so soon?

BILL BARNHART: Page I am not the least bit upset. Although I would have enjoyed being involved in the Television Title match I am very happy that I have the chance to take on Shipman again this soon as my rage against that jackass is still fresh in my mind.

PAGE HARRIS: Do you have any concerns about your match with Shipman being a pinfalls count anywhere match?

BILL BARNHART: No concerns at all Page. This type of match actually makes it easier for me to defeat Chris Shipman. He cannot run out of the ring and hide from me since there is no place for him to hide where I cannot get a pinfall on him.

PAGE HARRIS: Regardless of who wins the International Title tonight do you have a desire to face either Anthony Phoenix or Sergio for the Title Belt?

BILL BARNHART: I don't need Title Belts to prove myself Page. I am a four time International Champion so nothing there for me to gain by asking for another title shot. Let someone else have their chance to obtain the International Title Belt.

PAGE HARRIS: Are you at all upset that Devastator won the Fatal Four Way last week instead of you?

BILL BARNHART: Not really. Actually Devastator is a pretty nice guy and I like him a lot. I would rather have Perry win than West or Phoenix.

PAGE HARRIS: Speaking of your like of Devastator is there any chance you will try to run in on his match with Twisted Lethal Steele tonight?

BILL BARNHART: I have two comments for you. First whether I win or lose against Chris Shipman, since our match is the match before Dev's match, I will not want to use up my remaining energy to try to make a run in on that match. Second the match is an Inferno Cage Match which means they cannot get out and I couldn't get in if I wanted to so it would just be a waste of my time to try. I will watch their match from the comfort of my dressing room.

PAGE HARRIS: One last question Bill. There is this huge rumor going around that you are planning to join forces with...

BILL BARNHART: Sorry to cut you off Page but I just noticed the time and I have to get back to my dressing room to get Iris so we can be ready for our entrance for our match. Bye!

Barnhart spins around and runs down the hallway toward his dressing room leaving Page Harris speechless. She just looks into the camera for a few seconds until the guys in the Control Room cut the scene to ringside.

Battle Royal John McKeith vs. Ethan Bell vs. Steve Ramone vs. Chris Cannon vs. Josh Woodrum vs. Alex Young

Stormy: The opening match will be a Battle Royal match for the Newly crowned Television championship!!! Currently in the ring are the following wrestlers!!! Alex Young!! Steve Ramone!!! Ethan Bell!!! John McKeith!!! Josh Woodrum!! Chris Cannon and making his in ring debut!! Buscador!!!

The fans are cheering them on as the bell rings. All of them applauding the wrestlers. Some of them they have not seen in action before or in a long time. All of the wrestlers immediately charge in on each other, we see Chris Cannon and Buscador fight it out in the middle of the ring. The masked wrestler sends Cannon in the ropes and goes for a flying forearm that sends Cannon back in the ropes. Buscador looks like he wants to make a quick impact upon the AWA as he comes charging in on Cannon, who sidesteps and pulls the top rope down as Buscador falls to the outside. This to much of dismay from the fans as they are booing Cannon who is showboating a bit too much on the ring ropes.

Tex: He should watch out, it’s a Battle…. Too late

Suddenly we see Ramone execute a dropkick, that sends Cannon to the outside of the ring. Causing already two men to be eliminated in this battle royal. Ramone turns around and stares at Young and McKeith trading blows, while Woodrum charges in on Ramone, who ducks his attempt and tries to flip him over the top rope. But Woodrum manages to hold on to the top rope and lands on the ring apron. He then grabs the head of Ramone and pulls him down on the canvas. He climbs in the ring and starts to pound away on Ramone as on the other side of the ring we see Alex Young Going for a slam, but the powerhouse blasts him across the back with some stiff forearms before whipping him over the top rope. Alex hangs on for dear life, but McKeith blasts him off the apron with a big time boot. Sending Young crashing into the barricades.

Duff: Down to the final three!!!

Ethan Bell starts to communicate with Woodrum, pointing at McKeith. Telling they should take out the big man at the same time. Woodrum looks at the flexing musclebound man and agrees. Both of them walk over to McKeith who starts to fight them off at the same time till Woodrum manages to kick him between the legs. Causing him to fall down on the canvas on his knees. Woodrum grabs him by the arms as Bell grabs his legs and both men walk to the ropes and try to get him out of the ring

Duff: This is going to be tough, look at the guy!!!

Bell suddenly drops to his knees, holding his back as he is in pain. Letting Woodrum do all the work as he is looking on. Woodrum finally manages to get the big man on his back and slowly starts to push him to the outside as suddenly Ethan Bell runs in and whips both men out of the ring and wins the Battle Royal

Stormy: The winner of this match and NEW Television Champion!!! Ethan Bell!!!

Winner: Ethan Bell

Ethan holds the AWA Television Championship up in the air, celebrating the victory but he then drapes it over his right shoulder before moving over to a corner of the ring, looking out towards Stormy Canyon, asking her for her microphone. Stormy comes over and hands it up to him. Ethan winks at her and thanks her kindly before moving back to the center of the ring. Ethan speaks into the microphone.

Ethan: “Okay, okay, cut the music. Please. I know a lot of you women out there love seeing me and probably love me even more now that I’m a champion. But I’m going to remain honest. I know that I don’t have to be a champion to capture all your hearts.”

Many of the younger women in the crowd happily sigh. Ethan lets them but then moves on with what he’s got on his mind.

Ethan: “That being said, Josh Woodrum, I have a deal to make with you. I know how badly you want the victories and how badly you want to hold a championship. So here’s what I’m going to do. Since I don’t need to hold this, I’m going to give you until next Insomnia to make a decision. The deal is simple. I’ll give you this tin title belt…and in return I get Amanda for 1 full day.”

A lot of people in the crowd gasp, but Ethan looks serious in the ring.

Tex: “Can you believe this guy?”

Duff: “I don’t know. But I sure don’t blame him for wanting Amanda. She’s smoking hot!”

Ethan’s eyes survey the crowd for a few moments before he continues.

Ethan: “It’s as simple as that Josh. I won’t even say that I handed it to you on a silver platter. I’ll respect you for taking this chance to run with a championship, to see what you can do with it. Because let’s face it, I’ve seen it already, when you want something, you can certainly be SIMPLY IMPRESSIVE.”

Ethan grins again as he states Josh Woodrum’s catchphrase as a lot of the crowd ohs. A lot of the younger women in the crowd now have sad faces though as Ethan puts the microphone softly down on the ring mat before stepping out of the ring and heading up the ramp to the backstage area as “I’m Sexy and I Know It” once again plays over the sound system as the scene inside the Staple Center’s arena fades out.

Bill Barnhart vs. Chris Shipman

Duff: These two again?!? How long is this feud going to go on? These two were going after each other back when you still had all your own hair!

Tex: As long as both of them still have breath in their bodies. Throw into the mix the fact that Shipman "dognapped" Barnhart's beloved pet, and you can see why he wanted this match.

Duff: What is "Bulldog" so upset about? He got his mutt back. But you have a point. These two have had some hellacious matches in the past. Let's see if this one can live up to what they've done before.

The lights in the arena turn red as Raining Blood begins blaring. A red liquid begins falling from the ceiling at the entrance way. Soon Shipman emerges from behind the curtain and stands in the rain as he stares at the crowd and the ring. He slowly walks to the ring with the expressionless look. He enters and the lights go to normal to show Shipman covered in the red liquid staring into the crowd and doing a "Praise Me/Raven" pose as the music fades.

Stormy Canyon: The next match is a Falls Count Anywhere match! Hailing from the backwoods of Georgia, and weighing in tonight at 235 pounds, he stands 6 feet and 3 inches tall. Ladies and Gentlemen, he is the "King of Violence", CHRIS SHIPMAN!!!

Shipman merely stands in the ring, soaking in the boos of the rabid Los Angeles crowd as if it were a symphony.

Tex: Shipman's loving this!

Duff: Look, whether he's loved or hated, it's still better than being ignored.

Shipman's music fades out.

Stormy Canyon: His opponent, residing in Oakland, California, he stands at an even 6 feet tall and weighs in at 240 pounds. He is the Bulldog, BILL BARNHART!!!

TAKING CARE OF BUSINESS by Bachman-Turner Overdrive hits the speakers. The TRON crackles to life and we see a collage of video clips of Bill Barnhart performing in wrestling matches. We see Bulldog Bill Barnhart step through the curtains leading Iris on her leash attached to the Diamond-Studded Dog Collar Iris is wearing. Bill walks confidently along the entrance walkway and under the TRON. As he walks under the TRON, pink and white pyros erupt around him on both sides of the entrance walkway and also from the TRON above which cascade sparks down around him and Iris. The crowd goes into a mostly negative reaction to the arrival of Bill Barnhart. After a few moments he takes off with a quick pace to the ring with Iris running alongside him. When Bill arrives at the ring he hands the leash of Iris to an attendant at ringside climbs the ring steps, walks along the ring apron, and then ducks through the ropes into the ring.

Tex: Normally, Bill Barnhart would receive his own fair share of the crowd's ire, but all things considered....

Duff: Still, he's not well-loved, even here in Los Angeles.

Barnhart races towards Shipman, not even waiting for the bell to ring. Shipman barely has enough time to brace himself for "Bulldog's" tackle.

Duff: Barnhart didn't even give Shipman a chance to defend himself! The ref needs to step in and do something!

Tex: Are you off your meds? The only reason we even have a referee in this match is to count pins. So pay attention and call the match.

After a back and forth tussle, Bill gains the upper hand, straddling Shipman and raining punches down on his head. Shipman forcefully shoves him off and scrambles to his feet. The two men stand toe-to-toe and trade punches.

Duff: Boring!

Tex: Oh will you shut up?!? This match hasn't even gone 5 minutes!

Duff: Exactly! If you had the same amount of animosity towards somebody like these two do, wouldn't you be trying to inflict as much damage as possible? Punches aren't going to do that...

Tex: Point well taken.

As if on cue, Barnhart kicks Shipman in the gut and starts hammering the back of his neck with stiff forearms. Shipman counters with a low blow.

Duff: That had to hurt!

Tex: How would YOU know?

Chris follows up with a clothesline and stomps the prone form of the "Bulldog". He starts kicking Bill out of the ring. Once outside, Barnhart has a chance to clear the cobwebs and prepare for his opponent. He catches Shipman as he tries to exit the ring with a stinging right hand. Grabbing a handful of hair, Barnhart sends Shipman headfirst into the ring post. As Barnhart stalks Shipman, he waits until Bill is just close enough, then lets his feet shoot out, catching Bill in both shins, making the larger man fall flat on his face. He rolls Barnhart over and attempts a pin. One.. kickout!!

Duff: Way too early for a pin...

Tex: But "Bulldog" still had to expend the energy to kick out.

Shipman pulls Bill's head up by the goatee, simply to punch him dead between the eyes. After a couple of punches, Barnhart counters with a headbutt to the bridge of the nose. Shipman lets go in order to check if his nose is broken. Bill gets to his feet and heads towards the timekeeper's table. Shipman sees this and quickly stands up and starts backing away. Bill picks up the timekeeper's bell and stalks Chris with it.

Duff: Talk about wanting to ring someone's bell!

Tex: Oh, brother.....

Shipman takes off running towards the back, Barnhart and the referee close behind. Shipman stops and grabs hold of a spare steel pipe left over from setting up the entrance ramp. Wielding it like a baseball bat he swings at "Bulldog", who blocks with the bell. The KLANG!! is enough to make both announcers wince. Barnhart drops the bell, and Shipman seizes the opportunity to land a solid shot to ribs with the pipe. With Barnhart doubled over, he drops him with a DDT right on the concrete.

Tex: That was just brutal!

Duff: Cover him, Shipman! Now's the perfect opportunity!

Tex: So much for objectivity....

Shipman DOES pin "Bulldog". One... Two.... Kickout! Shipman's eyes grow wide at this. He goes to pull Barnhart up, but Bill reverses into an Irish Whip, sending Shipman back first into the side of the entrance ramp. As Chris staggers forward, "Bulldog" flattens him WITH a bulldog, bouncing his face off of the arena floor. He goes for a pin of his own. One.... Two... Thr... Shipman raises his right shoulder.

Tex: So close! Bill Barnhart almost had this match won!

Duff: Until the ref counts three, 'almost' means nothing!

Barnhart grabs a camera cable and wraps it around his opponent's thick neck. He pulls back with all his might, choking the life right out of him. Out of desperation, Chris catches Barnhart with a Biel toss, just to slacken the pressure on his neck and get some air into his lungs. Barnhart goes back on the attack, landing multiple stomps until Shipman catches his boot and twists, knocking the Oakland native off balance. He quickly applies an ankle lock.

Tex: That's one of "Bulldog's" signature moves!

Duff: Shipman wants to humiliate him by using one of his own moves to soften him up....

Barnhart rolls through and kicks the Georgian in the chest. Barnhart stands up and heads backs towards the ring, looking for a breather. Shipman nails him from behind with a forearm shot, and whirls him around to toss him onto the entrance ramp. He also climbs up and traps Bill in a front face lock.

Tex: Oh my God! He's going to suplex him right on the steel ramp!

Duff: With all the mayhem we've already seen in this match, THIS is so shocking?

Shipman grabs the waistband of Barnhart's tights. Sensing what is happening, Barnhart blocks the suplex attempt, and with his fading strength, executes a suplex of his own. As Shipman writhes in pain on the ramp, Barnhart covers him. One.. Two... Thr.... Kickout!

Tex: What will it take for Bill Barnhart to finally pin Chris Shipman for a full three count?

Duff: I'm beginning to wonder that myself...

Tex: So is this match still "boring"?

Duff: As much as it pains me to say so, this match turned out better than I expected.

Barnhart argues with the ref, giving Shipman time to recover. He blindsides Barnhart with a sledgehammer blow to the side of the head. Chris runs to ringside and lifts up the skirting around the ring, looking for something underneath the ring. He pulls a fire extinguisher out and shields it with his body. Once "Bulldog" is within range, he shoots it off right in his face, blinding Barnhart. As Bill claws at his eyes, Shipman clocks him between the eyes with the empty extinguisher. He drops on top of Barnhart, pinning him. One... Two... THREE!

Duff: Yes! Another notch in Shipman's win column!

Tex: A valiant effort by Bill Barnhart...

Stormy Canyon: Here is your winner, "REVEREND" CHRISSSS SHIIIIPMANNNN!!!!!

Winner: Chris Shipman

The door opens to a conference room backstage at the Staples Center. Sitting on one side of the table sits Thomas Evans and his lawyers on the other side sits a group of stuffed shirts that are representing AWA. They seem to be in serious conversation, but Thomas is sitting back in the chair with his boots propped up on the table in front of him holding a bottle of Old Speckled Hen and smiling.

Sean Cottee – “My client demands that at this years Award Show he is still on the ballet for everything he was going to be nominated for, he had the best rookie year in AWA if not the best YEAR in AWA and deserves to be recognized for it!”

One of the AWA Executives says something pointing at Thomas Evans.

AWA Exec – “Who is he to make demands? Why would we even want him back anyway? The trouble and disgrace he has caused this company has not been good and Goth did the right thing stripping him of the title and kicking him out. As far as I can tell this lawsuit is just stupid!”

Thomas starts to laugh and Sean Cottee speaks up.

Sean Cottee – “That is EXACTLY why we are suing you! It was written in Thomas’ contract that he couldn’t be fired while he was champion. Your owner made your company look disgraceful in firing one of your top talents. Thomas could make more money in another company than he could sitting here but he is doing this out of principle. He is doing this for all the future wrestlers who will find themselves under the tyrannical heel of this company. And he is doing this because ultimately, he loves wrestling here, and if you don’t see that then you must be blind!”

With that the AWA Exec slouches back down into his chair and doesn’t say a word as Cottee looks over at Thomas who isn’t even paying attention, he is staring off into space. Thomas is almost acting completely out of character, for the normally brash, loud-mouthed Englishman. The camera cuts away...

The camera cuts to the backstage area, outside ‘Devastator’ Jason Perry’s locker room. Bruce Dixon enters stage left and knocks on the door. There is no answer.

Devastator? Devastator, it’s Bruce Dixon. I wanted to get some last words with you before your Inferno Cage match against ‘Twisted’ Lethal Steele…

After a few seconds without an answer, Dixon turns to leave.

(Barely audible)

Come in….

Bruce opens the door to find that the dressing room is almost completely dark.

Is it all right if I turn on some lights in here?

No.

(To the cameraman)

Better use your lamp on this one…

The cameraman switches on a small light attached to the camera, which barely improves the audience’s view of the room.

Where’s Alicia?

Not here. For a match like this, I need to go to a place in my mind that I don’t want her to see. I know she’s seen me in some hellacious moods, but this may be too much for her.

So she won’t be coming down for the match?

I didn’t say that. I’ll let her know when I’m ready. Now that you’ve arranged my social obligations for the evening, ask your damned questions already.

‘Twisted’ Lethal Steele had some strong comments aimed at you just a couple of days ago. He claims that this match may well turn you into a monster…..

Cryptic and Steele want to turn me into a monster? Too fucking late. I was already a monster in the ring when those two were finger-banging their prom dates. If Steele paid any attention when Shane West talked about what I was like back in the GWA, he would know better than to get me riled up.

You did try to engage in psychological warfare by bringing up Steele’s estranged wife Christina…

Is it just my imagination, or did Steele, Cryptic, and Phoenix actually document on camera the fact that they “murdered” Steele’s ex-wife? I hope for their sakes that Christina turns up alive and well, because a copy of the tape they made has been sent to the LAPD. I’ve done some charity work alongside them, reaching out to underprivileged youth, and I’m on pretty friendly terms with a number of their detectives, so if they actually did commit murder, I’ll make it my life’s work to see all three of them fry, not just Steele.

Be that as it may, the actual match itself is one of the most barbaric concepts ever conceived in the sport of professional wrestling. You actually have to set your opponent on fire in order to win. That goes beyond the pale, even in a business such as this. Bearing in mind for a moment that Steele considers this his specialty; do you see yourself at a disadvantage?

Is there a chance that Steele could actually make good on his threats of disfiguring me? I’d be lying if I said the possibility wasn’t there, but I can’t let fear stop me. Steele has said too much, DONE too much, for me not to go after him with all the bad intentions I can drum up. Steele wanted a war. Hell, he was in the military, so he says, so he should be used to this. War isn’t pretty. Forget all the movies and sanitized bullshit CNN has ever fed the public about war. It’s one of the worst facets of the human condition, and I’m going to put it on display for a worldwide audience. There’s no real strategy for a match like this. It all comes down to who hates the other more. ‘Twisted’ Lethal Steele doesn’t have a mind of his own anymore. He’s nothing but a puppet, and tonight, that puppet is gonna burn. Now get out of here. I still have some preparations to make..

Devastator vs. Twisted Lethal Steele

Perry and Steele are standing across the ring staring at each other as the ref walks around the ring with gas starting it on fire and letting the heat start to build a bit. The bell sounds and its like a gun shot at the start of a race. Perry comes flying out of his corner and is all over steele with lefts and rights. He whips steele into the coner and quickly lands a spear into the corner. Then a second shoulder block and a third. Perry lifts steel up out of the corner and slams him hard to the mat with a spine buster move. He quickly floats up and starts landing right hands to the fans face.

Tex: Perry is crazy

Duff: I love it.

Perry gets to his feet and pulls steele up. Steel comes up swinging landing a few lefts and rights of his own then whips perry at the cage that is not red hot. Perry bounces off the ropes and the sound of sizzling flesh can be heard as he screams in pain. No flames attacked to him though just a burn. Perry ducks down catching steele in a capture suplex and avoiding the big boot.

Tex: Steele’s getting worked

Duff: But look at that but on Jason’s back. That has to hurt/

Perry gets to his feet and Steele starts to stagger up. Perry rushes in at him, this time he gets caught with a huge power slam by steele and the flames jump higher on the cage wall. Steele gets to his feet and starts Stomping perry he then looks to Cryptic n the outside and yells for something. Cryptic quickly grabs a steele chair and tosses it over the top of the cage. Suddenly the fans go nuts as Tristan Kruise comes flying down the ramp. Steele looks at him and laughs. Kruise rushes around the ring and Right for Cryptic. Cryptic starts to run and steel realises that this was a set up to separate him and his master. Steele grabs the hot cage and steams giving Perry the chance to grab the chair. Kruise stops as cryptic runs around the cage looking back . He looks forward just in time to get caught with Kruise Kontrol Superkick.

Tex: It’s time for revenge I think.

Duff: Kruise better hope that steele don’t kill him.

Steele turns around and perry nails in with the chair. Perry continues the assault on Steele hitting him over and over again with the steel chair. He puts the chair over Steele’s head and the fans start to boo alittle. Perry doesn’t seem to care as he stomps the chair down on steele’s neck. Mean while on the outside. Kruise pulls Cryptic up and whips him into the steel steps, then he continues his assault on cryptic.

Tex: This is sick.

Duff: But deserved.

Steele staggers to his feet holding his neck and perry tries to takes his head off with closeline. Steel manages to duck it and land a boot to the midsection followed by a power bomb. Steele’s attention turns to the outside where his master lay in a bloody mess. Steele and cruises eyes lock and Kruise merely flips him off and says something about this is for lisa. He then boots crypic in the head and hops the barricade. Steele turns around and there is a new fire in the man. Perry comes out swinging at him but Steel blocks it and lands a hard shot sernding Perry to the canvas. Perry pops back up and gets around.

Tex: Steeles all fired up now.

Duff: Well Kruise did say fuck him him all you want but don’t fuck with his family.

Steele Lifts perry up going for lethal combustion, but Perry lands a couple of soild elbows and the plans Steele with a DDT. Perry rolls over and gets to his feet and he pulls steele up he attempts to toss him into the cage but steele reverses into a short arm closeline.

Tex: Nice counter there

Duff: The monster is coming out.

Steele screams as he pulls Perry up. Perry has other ideas he pushes steele back first into the cage and we here that sick sound of metal buring flesh as steele stagger forward in pain Perry lifts him up and lands total devastation.

Tex: Holy shit.

Duff: That was awesome.

Perry floats over and starts landing lefts and right to Steeles face, not giving him and time to breathe.

Tex: Perry is possessed.

Duff: I think he wants to ends steeles career.

Perry gets off of steele and walks over grabbing the Steele chair that is still in the ring. Perry then sholds it agaiunst the steel cage heating it up. Steele rolls to his side and starts to get up, dropping back down to a knee he fights to gets up. Perry still holding the chair afainst the cage has made it get red hot as it starts to glow.

Tex: Oh my god.

Duff: This is not good.

Steele turns around and Perry rushes him with the chair swinging the scoldinmg hot chair with everything he has. Steele ducks under it at the last second, The cahir hits the top rope bounces back and hits perry in the face burning his own face. He screams in pain and turns around as Steel Grabs him by the throat he lift the man up, holding him in the air for a few seconds he runs at the burning cage sending perry back first into it. The Cage wall falls toward the enterance ramp and The ref calls for the bell as Jason perry rolls around his pants and hair on fire. Stage hands put him out and steele rushes to his masters side.

Tex: Good god what a match.

Duff: Only in the AWA.

Steele pulls Cryptic up and cryptic seems ok, covered in blood but standing. Steele grabs a mic.

Steele: KRUISE!!!! You’re a fucking dead man. You hear me. I’m gonna take that little slut of a girlfriend you have and I’m gonna make you feel pain. You are going to be my…

Cryptic grabs the mic from him and shakes his head no. He drops the mic pulls a leash out of his pocket and hooks the collar and leash onto Steele. He then says something to Steele and Steele nods.

Tex: What the???

Duff: I don’t know.

Winner: Twisted Lethal Steele

The camera once again cuts backstage to outside of the room where the meeting between Thomas Evans and his crack team of lawyers was taking place, and the AWA Executives. The door opens and out walks Thomas and his team of lawyers who seem to be in somewhat of a hurry to leave, it is not known what occurred in the meeting but hopefully soon the fans will have the answers.

The group of men start making their way to the car park when Thomas stops walking and turns his head and Sean Cottee stops next to him and looks down the hall.

Sean Cottee – “Thomas we really should be leaving.”

Thomas smiles and shakes his head waving Sean on and Sean nods.

Sean Cottee – “Alright, make it quick.”

Thomas’ smile grows into a sadistic grin as the camera pans towards Anthony Phoenix who has his back to Thomas and is just finishing warming up for his match to start and Thomas makes his way over tapping Anthony on the shoulder Anthony turns around.

Anthony Phoenix – “Wha-? What the fuck do you want Evans, I thought Goth fired you?”

Thomas points at the International Title with a laugh.

Thomas – “You know… it is funny that the second I leave the gulf in class becomes strangely apparent in this company, because didn’t I just beat you for that title? In fact if I remember correctly, I never lost it so you aren’t even the real champion are you Phoenix, you are just a paper champion, you are once again a footnote like you were so many months ago in Barcelona. So go out there tonight and have fun Phoenix because I will be back for my title, and I don’t care who is holding it whether it is you, Sergio, or some other bloke who shows up and kicks your ass because I will get my championship back, I will reclaim my throne.”

Thomas pats Anthony Phoenix on the arm and walks away leaving an angry champion standing there in his wake.

Sergio Cueva is in his dressing room, finishing up his pre-match preparations. As he finishes lacing up his boots, there is a knock at the door.

Sergio: Come in…

Page Harris cautiously enters the room.

Harris: Sergio, do you have any last comments before your match against Anthony Phoenix for the International Title?

Sergio: First of all, you don’t have to worry. Alicia’s not here. She’s up in the VIP Suite, visiting with our dad. It’s not often she gets a chance to see him, so she takes whatever time she can get. She’ll be back in time for my match, though.

Harris: Any thoughts on Phoenix’s comments regarding the match?

Sergio: Oh, please! Like I keep saying. It’s always the same old shit coming out of that blowhard’s mouth. He said I could’ve said no to a title opportunity? Is he fucking STUPID? What kind of an idiot does he take me for?

Harris: He mentioned that if it wasn’t for him, you never would have gotten that title match, implying that you’d still be jerking the curtain…

Sergio: He sure does like to take credit for a lot, doesn’t he? And he talks about me blaming him for Big Pain quitting? Well, considering that Anthony Phoenix likes to think he’s the reason that ANYTHING happens here in the AWA, I’m surprised he’s NOT taking credit for Big Pain’s departure.

Harris: What about the things he said about the life you’ve led, calling you pathetic?

Sergio: Pathetic? What, just because I grew up in a family that worked hard for everything that we had? Because I stay true to myself and don’t flaunt my so-called status for all the world to see? I’m a down-to-earth kind of guy, Page, and if that makes me “beneath him,” then so fucking what? I could care less about him calling himself the “Crown Prince of the D’Amato family.” Ha! More like “Clown Prince.” That title he’s bestowed upon himself means absolutely NOTHING to me. The only title that matters right now is the International Title.

Harris: He made reference to Jason Perry interfering in your match the last time you faced off…

Sergio: That shit again? If my brother-in-law came out there, it was for his own reasons; reasons that had nothing to do with me, and everything to do with the fact that he was trying to send a message to Phoenix’s asshole of a tag team partner. Yeah, so it backfired, and I ended up losing the match, but Jason and I have gotten past that. I’ll admit, it caught me by surprise, and kind of pissed me off, since I told him to let me handle this myself. But he’s one hard-headed motherfucker. No wonder he and my sister get along so well…

Harris: So, are you worried about any outside interference in this match?

Sergio: Hell no, I’m not worried. I know that when dealing with Phoenix, there’s a chance that he’s going to have one of his lackeys come out and get in my business. He says he won’t be responsible for what happens tonight? Well guess what? Neither will I. The “Prince” will get crowned, alright, but not in the way he wants.

Sergio pulls out his trademark red bandanna and begins to fold it.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to get ready to take out the trash. And you might want to get out of here before my sister gets back. Just sayin’.

Sergio ties the bandanna around his head as Harris leaves the room. Fade out.

Anthony Phoenix vs. Sergio

the cameras cut to the back where we find Sergio and Anthony phoenix Trading blows. The ref for the match rushing back towards where they are and the bell sounds. Phoenix kicks Sergio in the guts and them smashes his head into the cement wall. Sergio shakes it off and Staggers toward an open area. Phoenix quickly lands a drop kick to the back of sergio’s head sending him staggering and falling into a bunch of staging piles. Phoenix Smiles and picks up one of the pipes as Sergio gest to his feet phoenix swings it like a baseball bat hitting Sergio in the ribs. Sergio however wraps his arm around the pole and pulls phoenix in, landing a stiff head bit. Phoenix Staggers back and Sergio cracks him in the guts with the steel pole. Phoenix falls to his knees holding his midsection as Sergio runs at him and drop kicks him in the face.

Tex: Dear god that shot the ribs had to hurt.

Duff: No shit, but the drop kick to the face, that was sick.

Tex: Personally I hope sergio kills phoneix

Duff: I think phoenix is just gonna take out the trash.

Tex: Really?

Duff: What?

Sergio pulls phoenix up and whips him at the near by wall. Phoenix being ever agile hits the wall at full speed getting about six steps up the wall he moonsaults off coming down and landing on sergio’s shoulder twisting and sending the man face first into the wall with an amazing wall running hurricanrana.

Tex: Holy shit.

Duff: that guys a fucking…fucking… hell I don’t even know. Crazy mother fucker.

Phoenix gets up and pulls the now bloody Sergio up. Sergio has other ideas though as he lands a short upper cut to Phoenix followed up a kick to the gut and a knee to the face. Sergio wipes the blood from his face and looks down at Phoenix who now as a broken nose. Phoenix rolls away from him crawling towards the front area of the Arena. Fans are there buying merchandise as Phoenix and Sergio come through the door. People start Cheering as Sergio pulls Phoenix up and whips him into a pop machine. Phoenix grabs his back and Sergio runs at him going for a big splash. No one home as he crashed Face first into the machine. He staggers back googly eyes and falls down. Phoenix looks at him and then gets a couple of fans to help him up onto the top of the machine. The welt from the pipe shot is clearly visible now and you can tell it’s hurting him. Two fans hoist Phoenix onto the drink Machine and he flies off going for a shooting star press. He lands it perfectly and Sergio grabs his ribs in pain as phoenix rolls away holding his ribs. The fans go nuts as the two men fight to their feet.

Tex: That’s opne why to keep the fans involved.

Duff: Ha Ha, and they get up close and personal with these guys.

Tex: I can’t believe a shooting star press of a coke machine.

Duff: I can’t believe it’s not butter.

Tex: Your an idiot.

Duff: least I get laid.

Phoenix rushes Sergio who catches him and sends him over him with a huge belly to belly suplex into a door labelled ‘stairs to parking’. Sergio follows Phoenix through the door and is suddenly over the railing and falling down two flights of stairs . Sergio lays at the bottom in pain as Phoenix looks down at him. Sergio is right under him in the winding staircase and phoenix gets the sick evil grin on his face as he mounts the railing.

Tex: Who way?

Duff: OH SHIT!

Phoenix spring off the railing going for BFE and he nails it, right into Sergio’s knees. Phoenix rolls away down another flight of stairs holding his ribs and having a very hard time breathing as Sergio uses the railing to pull himself to his feet.

Tex:OH my god.

Duff: That was insane.

Tex: I can’t believe that he would put his career on the line like that.

Duff: And I still can’t believe it’s not butter.

Sergio walks down the stairs, needing the railing to hold himself up and pick up the wheezing phoenix. Somehow phoenix finds it in himself to grab Sergio around the waist and drive him back first into the parking lot. The two roll on the cement floor and Phoenix gets to his feet. The two start exchanging weak blows back and forth as Sergio continues to drop to a knee, barley able to stand Sergio manages a shot to the injured ribs of Phoenix which double the man over. Sergio seeing his opportunity he grabs Phoenix in the GTFO. He lifts him up and attempts the move but as Sergio’s send him up and over Phoenix curls into a ball rolling over and hooking Sergio’s head into a DDT like move. The two get driven hard into the hood of a car as blood splatters on the hood Sergio’s slides down it and lays motionless and Phoenix lays motionless on the car.

Tex: Dude, isn’t that your car?

Duff: Dude that’s my car?

Tex: Yeah dude.

Duff: Shit dude. What does mine say?

After a Few minutes of no motion, phoenix manages to pull himself up. He slides off the car and pulls Sergio over to the nearby ledge, a dumpster under it where the cooks toss all the greasy left overs and everything. Phoenix smirks and attempts to toss Sergio into it off the ledge but Sergio hits him in the guts. Phoenix falls down to the ground in pain holding his ribs moaning in pain..

Tex: that was almost the match there.

Duff: Who thought up a dumpster match anyway.

Sergio pulls him up and grabs him for another GTFO. Phoenix manages to wiggle down Sergio’s back then takes a run at Sergio who send him up and over with a back body drop.

Tex: Did Sergio just do it?

Duff: No Way!

Sergio raises his hand think he had won but the ever agile phoenix lands on the edge of the dumpster springing back at Sergio and grabbing him with a hurricanrana . Sergio uses everything he had left to block it and lifts phoenix up landing a huge power bomb into the dumpster. Sergio falls back as the ref presents him with the belt.

Tex: Sergio did it. He did it.

Duff: Ne champion yes, but you gotta give phoenix credit. That was one of the most insane wars he has had and he did it by himself.

Tex: No he didn’t

Duff: the fans don’t count dumbass.

Sergio hugs the belt as he lays on the cement in too much pain to get up..

Winner: Sergio

The Cross of the Wolf appears on the Titantron. The crowd begins to boo as “This is Gonna Hurt” blares over the P.A. The Man in Black walks out in his Armani suit. He has a mic in hand and he isn’t even acknowledging the crowd right now. The Beast Who Will Be King walks all the way down to the center of the ring. He stands there looking out at the crowd and holds the microphone up to his mouth. They boo louder, and he pulls it back. The boos Soften and he puts the mic close. The boos get louder again. He smirks and then lets them get it all out of their system.

Tex: What is Porter doing here tonight. He’s not on the PPV Card.

Duff: That’s why the buy rate was down.

Fang: As Tex probably informed the viewers at home, I wasn’t scheduled to be here tonight.

The fans cheer for the fact that the Wolf God wasn’t put in a match this week

Fang: I’m not here to bitch and moan about that. No, it seems a group of men have decided to band themselves together and blatantly steal something I’ve made famous in the AWA.

Fang points to the Titantron and it replays the crucifixions of Sergio and Jason Perry at the last Insomnia. The fans begin to boo loudly.

Fang: While I’m flattered that Anthony CONTINUES to Imitate me, saying he’s On the Hunt and putting his enemies on Crosses , it has to stop. I’m sorry Phoenix there can only be ONE Fang in the AWA and as you can see I am already filling that spot. Now before you say that You’re NOT copying me. You’re whole cast of characters looks a lot like my run in Fans Execution. You have the crazy Goth dude and the idiot in the mask. All you need is the vampire and the hot piece of ass. Oh wait you like boys so we won’t be seeing any hot piece of ass from you now will we.

Duff: He should show some respect for the Current International Champion.

Fang: And while anyone who can afford it, can wear an Armani suit. I make it look oh so much better. Now you have your little fight with Sergio, and Steele has his little fight with Perry. None of that concerns me. As you well know I’m heading straight for the top and while it’s fun to see you pretend to be someone you’ll never be. I want you to remember who made that title you hold around your waist matter. Don’t worry, Tony, I’m not coming for it. I have much bigger gold on my mind right now. Once again, Antonio, you show that you are still just a little boy in a man’s world. You want so hard to find that right persona to get you over. Being me isn’t the way, son. I do it to well for you to EVER be successful at it. Moving on to my next topic. It’s great to see that the Board of Directors has given up on trying to elevate actual competition here in the AWA. I mean why else would they bring back the Television title. I know that Al, Grinder, John, Jason, whoever that little girl is, have all given up on anyone ever beating Shane West. I know they brought this meaningless little trinket back because nobody will ever be able to get higher than International Champion status, not a single member of the roster is worthy of anything more than a third place prize. You know I’ve BEEN a TV champion. While it is a Championship winning it is like kissing your Sister. Yeah, she’s a girl, but she’s your SISTER. It sickens me that this is the level the people running the show have sunk to. This is why children have no self esteem. This is that pat on the back and that hug a loser at the Special Olympics gets because “YOU TRIED HARD” While it would have been nice to have been in the match and take that TV title for myself I realized that the people in that match aren’t worth my time. I have better men to face. Men like Sergio and Perry who actually pose a challenge. Men like Steele and Kruise who actually still have passion and men like Shane West who stand at the top of this sport and look down at the rest of the pathetic wastes that my brother has hired. More pain is coming, more damage will be done. In the weeks and months ahead I will get closer to facing Shane West, on the grandest stage the AWA Has. I WILL Face SHANE WEST for the UNIVERSAL CHAMPIONSHIP AT WRESTLEQUEST!!!.

The crowd explodes in cheers as Fang makes his proclamation. He grins and big grin.

Fang: So Shane, good luck tonight in your match against Kruise. I hope you keep that title. I’ll be watching, and I’ll be Waiting.

The Man in Black leaves the ring as the crowd doesn’t know whether to boo or cheer Satan’s Chosen.

Immediately following the match, the opening riff of “Demonizer” plays over the sound system, and 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 Sergio Cueva 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. All three of them are wearing black shirts with the Carnage “Demon Wing” logo on the front, with Alicia’s modified to show off her curves. When they reach the ring, Devastator takes Alicia’s hand as she goes up the ring steps before climbing onto the ring apron himself. At the same time, Sergio comes onto the apron and stands on the opposite side of Alicia from Devastator. Devastator goes to hold open the ropes, but Alicia shakes her finger at him, mouthing the words “Not this time.” She faces away from the ring as Devastator and Sergio enter the ring as they normally do, then grabs the top rope and backflips into the ring. Alicia, holding a black bundle in her hand, signals for a microphone.

Duff: I’d be happy to give her a mic...