The show starts with Manowar’s entrance song for the show as suddenly the music is cut off as The Golden Age of Grotesque hits and Goth walks out to the arena to a lot of boos from the fans

Goth: You may have heard it already, and if not I just don’t give a damn. But once again after following the footsteps of men like Eric Corrayo and Falimetahos Moordune… I got another simple minded soul gone from this federation for good!!! You know, our hero John Harper has eluded himself from the fact that he is a crying bitch that never followed regulations!!!

The fans boo Goth as the owner laughs

Goth: The guy is fired over the fact that he failed 3 steroids tests, he is fired over the fact that he was trying to fuck around backstage threatening my staff behind the scenes… And why? Because this idiot just couldn’t cope with the fact that he wasn’t wearing a championship belt!!!

The crowd slowly gets silent after hearing the words coming out of Goth’s mouth

Goth: But the biggest piece of crap that got him fired is for the fact that he assaulted me!! Nobody and I mean nobody is going to live another day while thinking that they can do whatever they want in MY FEDERATION!! When you sign that dotted line, you’re you are my PERSONAL BITCH!!!!

With that Goth’s music hits once again as the owner leaves the arena and the show goes to inside Canis' makeshift General Manager's office, the plywood desk the centre of attention in the most unfancy of rooms. Metamania is sat on the edge of the desk chatting with Canis, both sharing a laugh about Bill Barnhart's slavery this week

Canis: And then i started throwing the eggs at his feet so he ended up doing a little dance... it was hilarious!

Metamania: I wish i could've seen it!

Canis: It's something that i'll be laughing about for a while yet, i can tell ya. Where's Fraya?

Metamania: She's looking after the kids, seeing as i haven't got a match this week.

Canis: Yeah, i gave you the week off... because i felt like it. You're back to winning ways now and the last thing you wanna do is throw that away. Relax and get ready for next week... i think our dear owner has a match lined up for you next week

Metamania: I thought he might. Listen, i'm gonna hang around anyway... watch the show and give people like Shipman and Ronin some backing. I'll stop by before i head off...

Canis: Sure thing... take it easy. And watch your back! You know what happened to Goth last week...

The tone of Canis' voice for that last sentence is pure sarcarsm as he and Metamania laugh at what happened to the owner of the Asylum last week. Metamania leaves the office and shuts the door, as Canis kicks his feet up on the desk. He ponders for a moment, then picks up the phone next to him, dials a number then waits for an answer

Canis: ...... Bertie Ballsack... Bring me some Pizza. NOW.

Vs.

Canis hangs up the phone and chuckles to himself as the camera switches to a bar about a mile south of the Conseco Field House to Big Daddy's Bar and Grill, located at 2536 South Meridian Street, a little South of Interstate 70 and a little West of Interstate 65, which is where the Bar Room Brawl will take place. The Owner of Big Daddy's Bar and Grill is a huge wrestling fan and he offered the use of his establishment for the Bar Room Brawl match between Stevens and Hank Henry III. Goth, in return, has offered to pay for all repairs needed to Big Daddy's Bar and Grill after the match is over. Referee Richard Head will be the Referee for this wrestling match and he is standing at the bar leaning back against it. Tex, Duff, and Stormy Canyon remain at the Conseco Field house to call the match and for Stormy to announce the wrestlers and the winner when the match is over. We switch to the Conseco Field House to listen to opening comments from Tex and Duff.

TEX: Wow! It isn't every day that a business owner will allow his business to be used for an actual wrestling event! But why not when you are a huge wrestling fan? You get your Bar and Grill known around the world and you get a complete repair job when the match is over. It is a win-win situation as I see it.

DUFF: So right you are Tex. I can already tell you that this match is going to get wild and exciting. I am glad that Goth arranged for a half dozen cameramen to be stationed around Big Daddy's Bar and Grill so that the fans will not miss a moment of the action and we will be able to clearly comment on the match.

TEX: I just hope Jason Stevens loses. I hate Stevens immensely as he is a braggart and a cheater!

DUFF: You are just jealous because Jason Stevens finds innovative ways to get around during his wrestling matches and you can't stand someone being creative.

Our attention returns to Big Daddy's Bar and Grill. We hear ROOM FOR ONE MORE by Anthrax hit the speakers in both the Conseco Field House and at Big Daddy's Bar and Grill. The fans in the Conseco Field House watch on the TRON and the other huge screens around the arena as Jason Sevens, Steve Ramone, his friend and Manager, walk into Big Daddy's Bar and Grill from South Meridian Street. Referee Richard Head directs Stevens and Ramone to stand over on the dance floor which is where he will have the match begin. Jason walks over to the dance floor and waits for the arrival of Hank Henry III.

STORMY CANYON: Here is our first participant in this Bar Room Brawl match, hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada, standing in at 5 feet 7 inches, and weighing 175 pounds, it is JASON "THE SENSATION" STEVENS!!!!!

The fans in the Conseco Field House erupt in a chorus of boos. Jason Stevens cannot hear them since he is not in the arena, but Tex and Duff do.

TEX: See that? I told you that not only do I hate Jason Stevens but the fans hate him also. I don't think I see one person cheering for Stevens.

DUFF: Accomplished and innovative wrestlers are always booed by the fans.

ROLLING by Soul Coughing hits the speakers in the Conseco Field House and in Big Daddy's Bar and Grill. We watch as Hank Henry III and his friend and Manager Chaplin Graves walk into Big Daddy's from South Meridian Street with a confident stride. He walks up to Referee Head who directs him and Graves to go to the dance floor to wait for the start of the match. Hank walks over to the dance floor and takes up residence on the opposite side of the dance floor from where Stevens is located. Hank Henry III stares at Jason Stevens with determination as the two await Referee Head to come over the start the match. We see that Steve Ramone is standing behind Jason Stevens and Chaplin Graves is standing behind Hank Henry III, and we can already imagine that this match is going to blow up into a major free-for-all with Ramone and Graves getting into it before the match is over.

TEX: Now that is one very confident wrestler! I am looking forward to Hank Henry III totally destroying Jason Stevens tonight!

DUFF: Always counting your chickens before they are hatched Tex! Why don't we just let the match happen and we call it as we see it instead of you being biased all the time?

TEX: Considering that Hank Henry III just took out John Harper and Stevens failed in his match against Fang and Frankie Everheart, I would say I am not being biased at all, but honest. Oh, by the way, you are never biased right?

DUFF: Not as often as you are!

STORMY CANYON: Here is our next participant in this Bar Room Brawl match. Reigning from Ellis, New York, 6 feet 6 inches and weighing 248 pounds, it is HANK HENRY III!!!!!

The fans give a mostly favorable reaction to the announcement of Hank Henry III for this match. There still seems to be a few who don't want to make a call one way or the other. We watch as Richard Head walks onto the dance floor at Big Daddy's Bar and Grill and calls Jason Stevens and Hank Henry III to him in the middle of the dance floor. Head explains to the two wrestlers that the match must take place entirely INSIDE Big Daddy's Bar and Grill and that they cannot go outside in the street, or into the alley, or into the parking lot. He further explains that this match is a Bar Room Brawl which means Hardcore Rules and anything in the Bar can be used as a weapon. Referee Head explains that even though this is a Hardcore Rules match, he doesn't want to see Steve Ramone or Chaplin Graves get involved in the match or he will ask them to leave the Bar and wait outside in the street. Finally Richard Head explains that the way to win this match is by pinfall, submission, or if a wrestler is unable to respond to a ten count after being knocked out. He asks if Hank Henry and Stevens understand how the match will work and both indicate that they understand. Referee Head reaches up on the bar and takes a small hammer and bangs on the bell sitting on the counter to start the match and we are underway in the Bar Room Brawl.

TEX: Woo Hoo! Hardcore Rules and confined to the Bar! This is gonna get really interesting!

DUFF: I have to give the advantage to Hank Henry III because of his major height and weight advantage, which means he should be able to toss Stevens around like a dog does with his chew toy.

Stevens reaches out his hand to offer a handshake to Hank Henry III. Hank is hesitant to fall for a trap but Jason stands there with his hand out for a handshake. Hank Henry III slowly and cautiously reaches out his hand to grab Jason's hand for a handshake. The instant their hands clasp Jason Stevens pulls Hank Henry toward him and kicks him in the stomach. Hank is doubled over from the kick to the stomach and Jason quickly takes advantage of the situation by tucking the head of Hank Henry under his arm and he attempts to execute a DDT on him. Hank Henry III manages to wiggle out of the hold and he grabs Jason Stevens around the body and flips him over his head causing Jason to belly flop on the hardwood dance floor. Hank walks over and grabs Stevens by the throat and begins to drag him to his feet. About half way to his feet Jason lands a few hard punches to the midsection of Hank Henry which causes Hank to release his grip on Jason's neck. Stevens then steps back a few steps then runs toward Hank Henry hitting Hank in the face with his boot. Hank Henry III drops to his back on the dance floor and Jason Stevens leaps on top of him for the pin. Richard Head gets into position for the count. ONE...TWO...and Hank Henry III powers out of the pin.

TEX: There is no way Jason Stevens is going to get a pinfall on Hank Henry III that early in this match.

DUFF: Maybe not, but when you can get a pinning combination on your opponent quickly in a match you gain a psychological advantage by letting your opponent know you can pin him at any time.

Stevens gets to his feet and he maneuvers into the other room where the pool table is located. Hank Henry III gets up and runs into the room also. Jason and Hank are on opposite sides of the pool table and they are maneuvering around trying to find an advantage over the other. Hank Henry is about to leap over the table when Steve Ramone grabs him by his wrestling trunks and drags him backward. Before Ramone can inflict any damage we see Chaplin Graves run over with a pool stick in his hands. He swings the pool stick and whacks it over the back of Steve Ramone. Ramone turns around and the two get into it big time. Referee Head rushes in and bitches the two of them out. He yells at them that he told them not to get involved in the match or he would order them outside into the street. Head calls for the Bouncers at Big Daddy's Bar and Grill to drag Steve Ramone and Chaplin Graves out of Big Daddy's and out into the street. The Bouncers easily drag the two out the front door and toss them to the sidewalk. The Bouncers return inside Big Daddy's and slam the front door shut and lock the door to keep Graves and Ramone out. Richard Head turns and walks back to the pool table room just in time to see Hank Henry leap over the pool table and slam into Jason Stevens. The two wrestlers tumble to the floor and they are rolling around on the floor with neither being able to keep the other on his back long enough to constitute a pin.

TEX: I am glad that Referee Richard Head tossed Chaplin Graves and Steve Ramone out of Bar and out into the street. There is no need to have interference even though this is a Hardcore Rules match.

DUFF: For once we totally agree on something! I am also glad that Richard Head tossed those two out. I want this match won totally on the ability, desire, and viciousness of Hank Henry III and Jason Stevens.

The wrestlers continue rolling around on the floor until Jason Stevens manages to get on top of Hank Henry long enough to be considered a pinning arrangement. Richard Head gets into position and goes for the count. ONE...TWO...and again Hank Henry powers out of the pin by shoving Jason Stevens off of him. Both wrestlers get to their feet and they start trading punches and kicks. They continue to fight until they work their way to the restrooms. As they are pushing and shoving and punching and kicking each other they tumble into the Men's room and fall to the tiled floor. They continue punching each other and rolling around to try to get the advantage over the other. As they roll around on the bathroom floor Jason ends up slamming against the stall support with his head. He checks his head to see if he is bleeding but he is not. Hank takes advantage of the awkward position Stevens is in by grabbing him by the ears and slamming Jason's head back into stall support a few times. Hank Henry then maneuvers Jason into a pinning combination and hooks the legs. Referee Head goes for the count. ONE...TWO..TH...and before Head's hand can come down for a three count Jason manages to reach up to the stall door and slam it into the head of Hank causing him to roll off him and onto the bathroom floor. Stevens gets to his feet and exits the Men's room and goes into the kitchen and hides behind the counter.

TEX: That was a very lucky break on the part of Jason Stevens. He should have been pinned for the loss there.

DUFF: You mean it was brilliant on the part of Jason Stevens to know exactly where he was located near the stall so that he could use the stall door to break the pin.

Stevens hides behind some shelving in the kitchen as Hank Henry makes his way out of the Men's room. He is walking through Big Daddy's looking around to find out where Jason Stevens went. Jason is doing all he can to hide himself well so that even if Hank comes into the kitchen he won't be able to see him. While Stevens is trying to hide himself better he accidentally bumps into the handle of a aluminum pot which slips off the shelf and lands loudly on the kitchen floor attracting the attention of Hank Henry III. Hank runs toward the kitchen and then he cautiously enters knowing that Jason is likely to attack him quickly. Hank Henry looks around trying to figure out where Jason is located. He sees a pot lying on the kitchen floor and he figures this might be the pot that made the noise. To protect himself Hank sees a frying pan on the stove so he picks it up and holds it in his hand to use as a weapon. As Hank slowly walks past the shelving and turns the corner, Jason Stevens jumps up with a rolling pin in one hand and a large cooking pot on the other. Jason lunges at Hank Henry and swings the pot at him. Hank manages to block the pot with the frying pan but in the process of blocking the pot he leaves himself open for a rolling pin hit. Stevens quickly swings the rolling pin which slams into the upper arm of Hank Henry causing Hank to groan in pain and then drop the frying pan so he can use his free hand to grab his upper arm. Stevens then drops to his knees and swings the rolling pin again this time hitting Hank Henry in the back of the leg behind the knee. This causes Hank Henry III to drop to the kitchen floor. While Hank Henry is on the kitchen floor Jason swings the cooking pot and brings it down on the head of Hank. He then rolls Hank Henry over on his back, gets on top of him, hooks both his legs, and goes for another pin attempt. Richard Head is quick to drop into position, check the shoulders of Hank Henry, and then start his pinfall count. ONE...TWO...before a three count can take place Hank Henry managed to reach out and grab the frying pan he previously dropped and bring it up to whack into the side of the head of Jason Stevens causing Jason to roll off him and break the pin attempt.

TEX: That was a brilliant move with Hank Henry III being aware of his location in relation to the frying pan and being able to use it as a weapon to break the pinning combination by Jason Stevens.

DUFF: Hmmm...when Hank Henry III does something like this you say it was brilliant for him to know his whereabouts, but when Jason Stevens was in the Men's room and did the very same thing you called it lucky? Tex, you are a jerk!

Hank Henry is the first to get to his feet and he runs into the bar area and stands between a few of the tables. Jason Stevens gets to his feet and he also goes into the bar area. He sees Hank Henry and approaches the tables where Hank is located. Without hesitation the two pick up chairs and start attacking each other. Jason Stevens swings a chair and the wood chair shatters as it hits Hank Henry on the upper back. Hank Henry goes down on one knee but quickly gets back to his feet. Hank grabs a chair and swings it at Stevens hitting Jason on his side mostly on his upper arm but the blow obviously hurt his arm and ribs. Jason again picks up a chair but he can only swing it with one arm since the other arm was just hurt by the chair shot by Hank Henry III. Stevens manages to chase Hank around a table and before Hank can get far enough away from him Jason manages to land a chair shot to the lower back of Hank Henry. Hank falls to his knees and he reaches back with his hands because of the pain in his lower back. Stevens sees the advantage and he grabs another chair and lifts it high over his head to bring it down on the head of Hank Henry to end this match. Hank turns around and sees Stevens with the chair over his head and he manages to roll out of the way as Jason brings the chair down. Stevens misses hitting Hank Henry and all he manages to hit is the floor and the chair shatters. Hank gets to his feet and tips a table over and then he grabs Jason Stevens and shoves him head first into the table. Jason falls to the bar room floor and Hank goes for the cover. He appears to have the win here but Referee Richard Head is having trouble getting into position for the pinfall count because of the chairs and tables littering the floor. He finally manages to get over to where Hank Henry is pinning Jason Stevens and he begins his count. ONE...TWO...THR...and NO Jason Stevens barely gets a shoulder up in time to break the count.

TEX: That was a travesty of wrestling! Hank Henry III had Jason pinned for at least a ten count but Referee Head was too slow getting in position to make the count! Hank Henry was cheated out of a victory there!

DUFF: Calm down Tex! Referee Head did the best he could to get into position to make the count on the pin but there was too much debris in the way. What did you want Richard Head to do, count the pinfall without being able to see if his shoulders were down on the floor or not?

Hank Henry III gets to his feet and he gets into the face of Referee Richard Head to bitterly complain about him being too slow to get into position to make the pin count. He screams at Head that he would have easily gotten the victory had Head not been out of position. Referee Head explains to Hank Henry that it wasn't that he was out of position but that there were tables and chairs strewn all over the bar room floor and it was difficult for him to get through the debris fast enough to get into position for the pinfall count. Hank Henry is quite upset so he walks away and goes over to the bar and leans against the bar. Referee Head checks on the status of Jason Stevens. Since Jason appears to be knocked out Referee Head begins to count on him because if Stevens cannot respond by a ten count then Hank Henry III would be able to win by a knockout. ONE...TWO...Hank Henry smartly stays away so as not to break the Referee's count. THREE...FOUR...Hank Henry smiles as he feels he has a victory due to the knockout. FIVE...SIX...Jason Stevens begins to stir but he would need to get to his feet before a ten count in order for this match to continue. SEVEN...EIGHT...Stevens is pulling himself up by reaching out and grabbing a table. He is just about to his feet. NINE...Jason Stevens is on his feet so Referee Head stops his count and asks Stevens if he wants to continue in the match and Jason replies he is okay and he wants to continue with the match. Referee Head looks over at Hank Henry III, who is still leaning back on the bar, and informs him that Jason Stevens managed to get to his feet before a ten count and therefore the match is still in progress. Hank Henry rolls his eyes at another missed opportunity at a win in this match and he watches as Jason Stevens staggers toward him.

TEX: How many times is Referee Richard Head going to screw Hank Henry III out of a win in this match?

DUFF: None! Referee Head has done nothing wrong in this match.

Hank Henry III remains cool, still leaning back on the bar, as he watches Jason Stevens walk toward him. Jason is confused trying to figure out why Hank Henry is so cool when he is approaching him to attack him. When Stevens is about ten feet away from Hank Henry III he takes off and lunges at Hank Henry. Hank steps forward and grabs Jason Stevens in mid-air and then he flips him over the bar and Stevens slams into the beer bottles on the shelving behind the bar. Dozens of beer bottles break as Stevens slams into the shelves and beer starts flowing all over the place.

DUFF: Boo hoo hoo!!!

TEX: What's wrong Duff?

DUFF: Watching all that beer going to waste! I can't help but cry!

We can see that Jason Stevens sustained several cuts from the broken glass. He stands up and blood is dripping down his body as he checks himself and realizes that he is cut up. Hank Henry is still on the other side of the bar as he looks over at Jason Stevens and smiles at him. This irritates Jason Stevens because he doesn't like being mocked like that. Jason looks behind him a bottle of Vodka on the shelf. He grabs the bottle and holds it behind his back. He approaches the bar to attempt to reach over and hit Hank Henry III with the Vodka bottle. Referee Head comes into view as he needs to be into position to make a pinfall determination when the chance arrives. Hank Henry sees movement off to the side as Richard Head comes into view and Hank doesn't immediately realize it is Referee Head. Thinking it may be Steve Ramone who snuck back into the Bar, he turns to see who the approaching person is. As soon as Hank's attention is diverted Jason Stevens whips out the Vodka bottle and slams it over the head of Hank Henry. The Vodka bottle shatters, Vodka goes flying everywhere and drips down Hank's body, and we can see that Hank Henry III is also cut open as blood is spilling from the cuts on his head.

TEX: Well this is about what we expected Duff. It just took a bit longer than we both expected for these guys to get cut and start bleeding.

DUFF: Agreed Tex. I figured these two would be cut and bleeding about two minutes into this match but it took way longer than we expected.

Both wrestlers are tired, hurt, cut, and bleeding, and this match could easily go either way. Hank Henry is not happy he just got whacked over the head with a Vodka bottle so he leaps over the bar and slams into Jason Stevens. The two crash into the remaining shelving behind the bar and they tumble to the floor amid the broken glass with both sustaining more cuts. Referee Richard Head runs behind the bar so he can be in position to make a pinfall count when necessary. Stevens and Hank Henry continue to beat each other and they both manage to get to their feet. Hank Henry finds a bottle of Scotch whisky and he picks it up to use it as a weapon on Jason Stevens. At the same time Jason Stevens locates a bar stool which is under the counter and he picks it up to use as a weapon against Hank Henry III. Hank Henry lifts the Scotch whiskey bottle to hit Jason with it, but Stevens is first to swing the bar stool at Hank Henry and break the bottle of Scotch. The bottle shatters and Scotch whiskey flies everywhere. Stunned by the bar stool shot, Hank Henry takes a few steps backward.

TEX: Uh oh! This is not looking good for Hank Henry right now. It Jason Stevens can get another bar stool shot on him this match may be over.

DUFF: I have to give a lot of credit to Jason Stevens being cut and bleeding and still maintaining enough presence to fend off attacks enough to get Hank Henry stepping back a few steps.

Jason Stevens approaches Hank Henry III to finish him off with the bar stool but Hank Henry continues to take steps backward to stay out of range. As Stevens is approaching Hank Henry yells out that Chaplin Graves just got into Big Daddy's and that he is behind Jason Stevens and about to attack him. Jason makes the mistake of looking behind him to look. Hank Henry takes advantage of the distraction by reaching up on the shelf and grabbing a bottle of Jack Daniels whiskey. Hank opens the bottle of Jack Daniels and downs the entire contents. He tosses the empty bottle across the Bar and then he gets a huge grin on his face. Jason Stevens sees the evil grin on the face of Hank Henry and he realizes he is in trouble now. Hank Henry stomps over to where Jason Stevens is located and he grabs Stevens and throws him over the bar and back out into the bar room area where the tables are located. Hank then leaps over the bar and turns a table upright. He then grabs Stevens and hits him with a short arm clothesline followed quickly with a knee to the face. Hank Henry then grabs Jason Stevens by the head. Hank gets up on a chair and then up on the table. He then drags Jason Stevens up on the table with him. Hank then bends Jason over, tucks Jason's head between his legs, and drops Stevens with a piledriver into the table. The bar room table breaks as both wrestlers tumble to the bar room floor amid the splinters. Referee Head runs over to get close to the action. Hank Henry drags Jason Stevens out of the pieces of the broken table and then he picks Stevens up, holds him up on his shoulders, and then he drops back slamming Stevens hard to the bar room floor. Hank then hops on top of Jason Stevens and he hooks both of Jason's legs for the pin. Referee Head drops and makes the pinfall count. ONE...TWO...THREE!!! Hank Henry III has won the match.

TEX: Wow! I have to say that Hank Henry made a hell of a comeback in this match. If not for the distraction of Jason Stevens I believe Hank Henry would have been in a lot of trouble and may have lost this match. Maybe it was him downing that bottle of Jack Daniels may have given him the kick his needed to just go all out on Stevens and not feel any more pain.

DUFF: Yeah you got a point there. If anyone ever says that Hank Henry III don't know Jack I guess you can say that he does, in fact, know Jack...Jack Daniels that is!

STORMY CANYON: Here is the winner of this Bar Room Brawl match, by a pinfall, it is HANK HENRY III!!!!!

Referee Richard Head raises the hand of Hank Henry III in victory and then he drops his hand. The Bouncers unlock the front door and Steve Ramone and Chaplin Graves come running into Big Daddy's Bar and Grill to check on the status of their wrestlers. Chaplin is shocked at how cut up and bleeding Hank is, but he is happy when Referee Head informs him that Hank Henry won the match. We watch as Hank and Chaplin leave Big Daddy's Bar and Grill, get into a waiting car, and quickly head off to the Conseco Field House to obtain medical attention for Hank Henry. Our attention returns to Big Daddy's Bar and Grill as Steve Ramone is trying to get Jason Stevens to regain consciousness. A moment later an ambulance shows up and Paramedics come in and start working on Stevens. A few minutes later Jason regains consciousness and he is informed that Hank Henry III won the match. He isn't happy about the loss but at least he is alive. The Paramedics begin cleaning his cuts and bandaging him up so he can return to the Conseco Field House. We return to Tex and Duff at ringside.

TEX: At least Jason Stevens is conscious and will be able to make it back to the Arena.

DUFF: Yes, we never want to see a wrestler get seriously hurt or taken to the hospital.

Winner:

The crowd burst into an eruption of cheers as "Animal" by Pearl Jam slams through the PA Speakers of the Conseco Fieldhouse. As the glass crucifix on the tron smashes into a million pieces, the General Manager steps through the curtain in a grey suit, smart but not shiny black shoes and a white shirt unbuttoned to his chest. Canis soaks up the adulation, signaling his appreciation to the fans before heading down to the ring.

Tex: Looks like we're gonna hear from our General Manager early on, here...

Canis climbs onto the apron and through the ring ropes, accepting the microphone from Stormy Canyon with a swift and charming "Thank You" before waiting for both his music and the crowd to die down. He begins to speak

First of all... i'd like it to be known to all of you that i tried my absolute hardest to keep John Harper in his job here at the AWA... but that painted up Gothic moron we call an owner sealed his departure tight. It's a shame... Harper had a future here. Not only did Goth make up a load of shit about steroid abuse... hell, if anyone's on drugs around here it's Goth... but he also accused him of being the guy that, when the lights went dark last week, attacked him and reduced him to a bloody mess on the floor, Now, if that was Harper, i'd probably shake his hand. But, to be totally honest with you all... i don't think it was Harper at all.

Duff: What?! Who was it then?!

But with Harper gone... it does mean that this rebellion that myself and Metamania lead is down one more supporter. Now there are a few guys in the back that all deserve much more than they have ever been granted. One in particular hit the nail on the head this week while he was talking about his upcoming match. He said that many in the AWA had tried to get rid of him... and how he is the notorious black sheep in the Asylum... some hobo in a cell that nobody likes. Well, Chris Shipman... don't feel like that anymore. It's guys like you that deserve more in this Asylum, and with me as General Manager, there's gonna be a better chance for you to achieve what you've earned so far, but that has been shunned by Goth. Myself and Meta like to embrace the outsiders and give them the shot they would never have got if Goth had his way. We're not gonna give it you on a plate, that's not the point. But keep priding yourself on being your unique self and kicking ass on the way... and you will get what you deserve. You may not be liked very much around here... but there again, you haven't been given the chance to succeed or impress thanks to Goth.

The crowd cheer Canis as he changes topic

Before i head back to my "office"... i want to address Jonathan Porter once more, seeing as week in, week out he insists on spewing crap about what he thinks i'm about and how he's some sort of super hero that's gonna change everybody's perception of The Family.

The fans break into a brief bullshit chant

Yeah, that's what i thought. To keep this brief, i'll throw a cliché at you, Jonathan... A leopard can't change its spots. You think you can change these people’s minds and convince them that Jonathan Porter is the conscience of the Asylum Wrestling Alliance...?

Don't.. make... me... laugh

I've had enough to laugh at this week thanks to your pal, Bill. That old bastards still gotta redo my laundry after he dyed one of my favourite white shirts pink! Useless jackass...

But don't worry, Fang. I don't rate you as lowly as i do Bill Barnhart... but equally, i most definitely do NOT rate you as highly as you seem to think everybody should. And don't you forget it.

"Animal" erupts back through the arena speakers drawing a cheer from the crowd. Canis hands the microphone back to Stormy Canyon with a wink before heading to the backstage area, cutting to ringside.

Tex: Bulldog is pretty upset about serving Canis and Metamania for the entire week and now to get deal his rage out on one Frankie Everheart!

Duff: Frankie Everheart has been proving himself to be a rising star here in the AWA and if successful, he may getting himself to the top quicker than anyone realizes!

But first, either man has to be successful in winning this match by drawing blood first before their opposition does. Both are excellent wrestlers and have what it takes to win. So the question is, who will get there first, Duff?

Duff: That I don’t know, Duff, because both men could surprise the audience tonight. It all comes down to who wants it the most, Tex.

Vs.

The camera goes into a wide shot of the crowd roaring, few holding up signs that either show praise or criticism of the wrestlers, some that are serious, others that are downright hysterical. The next shot goes into Stormy Canyon, who is standing in the middle of the ring, talking into the microphone.

Stormy: This match is scheduled for one fall and it is a first-blood match! The first man to either draw blood from their opponent is declared the winner of this match! Introducing first, from Oakland, CA, weighing at 240 lbs…..BILL BARNHART!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ONE WAY OR ANOTHER by Blondie hits the speakers. The TRON crackles to life and we see a close-up shot of Bill Barnhart and Iris his English Bulldog. The TRON then shifts scenes to seversl clips of Bill's wrestling matches where he is either administering his Bulldog or Piledriver to his opponent. The spotlights focus on the backstage curtains and we see Bulldog Bill Barnhart step through the curtains leading Iris on her leash (Iris is not always present at Bill's matches though). Bill comes out dressed in his Dark Pink Business Suit with Light Pink Shirt and Dark Pink Tie. Iris is dressed in her Pink Diamont-Studded Dog Collar. Bill walks confidently along the entrance walkway and under the TRON. As he walks under the TRON, pink pyros erupt causing a cascade of pink sparks to spill down on the entrance walkway around Bill (and Iris if she is accompanying him). Bill stops at the landing at the top of the entrance ramp to play the crowd. He then takes off with a quick pace to the ring. 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. Bill walks around the ring, then he removes is suit jacket, tie and shirt, and his suit pants, to reveal his wrestling attire consisting of (one of the following: Pink Wrestling Outfit with Black Trim with Black Heart sewn over heart or the Black Wrestling Outfit with Pink Trim with Pink Heart sewn over heart.) Bill then takes up residence in a corner to await the arrival of his opponent.

Duff: Even if he doesn’t try to show it, Tex, I feel that Bulldog is very irate and angry about the second loss he’s been handed from a legend like Metamania.

Tex: Well, that’s the thing, Bulldog – you don’t count a man like him out – he’s been here long enough to know what the score is around here. He’ll do whatever it takes to get his revenge and no doubt with plenty of help from the Family.

Duff: That’s not fair to say, Tex! Bulldog can take care of his affairs by himself!

Tex: Oh please! If that was the case, why did Jay Gold get involved in the match between Meta and Bulldog?

Duff and Tex continue to debate about that match for a little bit before the sound of Stormy Canyon once again captures their attention, their eyes back on her once more.

Stormy: Introducing his opponent, from Miami, FL, weighing at 200 lbs….FRANKIE EVERHEART!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The lights dim as the first notes of Raining Blood begin to echo through the arena. Out steps Frankie Everheart with a wide grin on his face. He taunts to the crowd before running down to the ring. He doesn’t miss a beat as he slides under the ring. Once inside, he runs to the furthest turnbuckle and climbs it. He does a very high back flip into the center of the ring. The lights then return to normal as Bill confronts Frankie and the two lock eyes as the referee explains the rules to both men. He asks if they understand the rules, both men responding with a nod to the referee. The referee, satisfied with the answer, tells the two men to go back into the corners, which they do so, still staring down each other. Then the bell rings and the two men begin to circle each other in the ring.

Tex: Already, the crowd is going nuts, already waiting for blood to be spilled here tonight.

Duff: That’s well and good, Tex, but who is going to accomplish the job first? I’m placing my bet on Bulldog!

Tex: Oh really? Well, if that’s the case, Frankie will be the man to win this one then!

Duff: In your dreams, Tex! I told you that Bulldog can handle his own battles and he’ll prove it tonight!

Tex: That’s fine, but I’ll be the one chuckling when Frankie does his job tonight!

The two men lock horns, but neither are able to gain an advantage, so both men let go and circle a little bit more. They lock horns once more, but Frankie gets Bill in a clutch and is able to connect two successful knee strikes into Bulldog’s abdomen. The third shot was unsuccessful as Bill blocked the knee, grabbed his opponent’s left leg with both hands and tossed him into the air, then knelt for a second as Frankie backflipped and landed. As he stepped back down, Bulldog got up and just took Frankie’s head off with a clothesline! Picking up his foe, he takes him over to the upper left turnbuckle and smashes Frankie’s head into the top post twice. But on the third time, Frankie blocks the move, and then shoves a right elbow hard into Bulldog’s face, causing him to stagger back. Frankie heads south, bounces from the ropes, and returns, executing a flawless running flip dropkick, sending Bill to stagger into the ropes and being throw out of the ring, careening into the side of the barricade. Frankie jumps out of the ring, then crouches down and gathers out a few items underneath the ring, such as a garbage can, a wooden baseball bat, and a spiky 2X4, and throws them into the ring. Bulldog is slowly beginning to get up as Frankie makes his way to Bulldog. As Frankie starts to pick him up, Bulldog immediately goes for a low-blow, forcing Frankie to clutching his jewels. With a smirk on his face, Bulldog grabs his neck, then quickly jumps over the steel steps, slamming Frankie’s face onto the top of the steel steps with a running bulldog! The fans boo down loudly on Barnhart who picks up the temporary stunned Frankie, punches him in the gut a few times, then goes to position him for a suplex onto the top of the steel steps! But Frankie refuses to budge, kicks Bulldog in the jewels for a taste of his own medicine, and then whirls behind him, grabbing Bill around the waist and executing a German suplex, Bill’s neck taking the brunt of the damage on top of the steel steps! The crowd gasps, some swearing that they heard a few bones break in his neck! But Bulldog slowly gets off the steel steps and then gets up, holding his neck a bit, but otherwise indicating that he’s uninjured. His back is turned for a second, allowing Frankie to nab the wooden bat out of the ring. He pulls a Barry Bonds and cracks the bat as hard as he can on Bulldog’s back! Barnhart slumps onto his knees, arching his back in pain and groaning with pain as Frankie kicks him in the back of the head with another dropkick! Frankie then throws Bill over the barricade, watching as Bill slides a bit, hitting the feet of the crowd. He then hops over as Bill gets up, with blinding speed, and shoulder tackles Frankie onto the floor. The two men are punching each other as they scuffle this way and that, the fans egging them on as the referee watches the action very closely.

Tex: Great, Duff, neither of our boys is getting another advantage at the moment!

Duff: Well, Tex, the key phrase is “at the moment”, because it looks like one of them is starting to turn the tables on his opponent!

Frankie tosses Bulldog to the other side with an impromptu monkey flip, Bulldog’s back hitting the wall. Bulldog tries to ignore the pain and gets back on his feet, but Frankie was a bit too quick as he got in a few more knees into Bulldog’s stomach, knocking his wind out. As Bulldog falls onto his knees, Frankie looks around and sees an electrical wire that’s lying on the ground. He picks it up, then stands behind Bulldog and wraps it around his neck, squeezing the life out of him. Bulldog is choking, his wind pipe being taken out and it looks like, for a few minutes, that Bulldog may be losing consciousness, perhaps allowing Frankie to bash his opponent’s head in, draw blood, and win the match! Bulldog, however, surprises the audience as he gathers some inner strength within himself and with a scream of inarticulate rage, he runs back and smashes Frankie into the wall. But Frankie doesn’t let go, so it takes Bulldog two more tries before Frankie lets go completely. Bulldog turns around and lets loose his anger, unleashing a quick punch combo that leaves Frankie stunned! Seeing a cameraman nearby, Bulldog snatches the camera out of his hands and then rushes down Frankie, taking him out with the camera! Frankie spins around and lands on the ground, breathing harshly as Bulldog tosses the camera back to the cameraman, then smirks at his work. But his smirk turns to a frown when he doesn’t see ANY blood coming out of Frankie’s head! Disappointed that his last effort didn’t work, he grabbed his head and started to pound his right fist into Frankie, Frankie rattling with each hit. He’s had enough and decide to pick him up and as he does so, he sees a glass wall. He tries to irish-whip Frankie into the glass wall, but Frankie reverses it, tossing him into the glass wall, the glass crashing onto the floor in pieces as Bulldog falls onto the floor, unmoving for a small bit. Frankie shakes his head off and checks to see that he isn’t bleeding, then he moves over to Bulldog and kicks him in the ribs a few times, making sure that he’s down, then decides to throw him into the backstage area, then follows pursuit. Some members of the crew see them approaching and stand back, giving them both leeway as Frankie snatches a kendo stick and hits Bulldog in a few places with rapid, quick strikes that leave Bulldog reeling! Bulldog is leaning on a shelf, gasping for breath and looks to see if there’s a weapon and sees one in a pail! Frankie makes the mistake of looking downward, intending to strike behind his shin, but Bulldog grabs the pail, spins around, and smacks Frankie directly on the face! That act causes Frankie to lose his step, drop the kendo sticks, and flip to the floor, crashing on his back. Suddenly, we see a pair of brass knuckles being thrown to Bulldog and the camera swerves to the right, catching a glimpse of Jay Gold! The crowd boos at him as Bulldog puts on the brass knuckles, eagerly looking forward to finishing it off, the referee watching all the action unfolding very closely. Suddenly, we hear some commotion as Erik Black gets himself involved in the fray, spearing down Jay Gold! The referee and security tries to break up the two men as they fight each other on the ground, rolling this way and that. As the camera turns back to Bill and Frankie, Frankie kicks Bulldog in the head as Bill was leaning over, sending him back a few feet, Frankie kipping up to his feet. He unleashes his anger, sending Bill packing with a flurry of kicks and punches, leaving him stunned. Frankie then looks around, sees a cart nearby. He jumps on top of the second half and goes with the method of madness! Two moonsaults in the air, hoping to take him down! But Bill catches Frankie and powerslams him to the ground, then slams his brass knuckles into Frankie’s forehead a few times. Suddenly, the referee stops him as blood begins to pour all over his forehead! The referee calls for the bell and hears it ring back inside the arena!

Stormy: Here is your winner – BILL BARNHART!!!!!!!!!!!!

Duff: See, Tex, what did I tell you? Bulldog is AMAZING!!!!

Tex: Will you be quiet? You saw what happened! Jay Gold tossed him the brass knuckles!

Duff: But he didn’t help Bill beat down Frankie, now did he? I didn’t think so!

Bulldog raises his arms and laughs in victory as he hears the crowd chanting their boos down on him as Frankie is being helped up by Eric Black as they retreat backstage.

Winner:

As “One Way or Another” by Blondie hits the PA, Bulldog Bill Barnhart rolls out of the ring. His music is cut short as the lights go out, as blows landing are heard.

Tex: What’s going on here!?

Duff: I don’t know, Tex. But this just happened last week after the final match to our owner, Goth!

As the blows stop, there is nothing heard for a moment. Then the lights come on, and we see Frankie Everheart still laying out from the match, and Bill Barnhart laying out spread eagle covered in his own blood. There is a note attached to Bill’s chest, just as we have seen last week. The camera pans in, and we see what is written on the note of the unconsious man. It reads, “Part Two: The Family will pay for its sins and due.”

Tex: Who is doing this to The Family?! Someone has a deathwish!

Duff: Or something. Either way, let’s move on. No one cares about that stinky old fart anyways.

The TRON crackles to life as Ronin’s face fills the screen. The crowd begins to chant and shout as the pale grimace of a skull smiles into the camera. He says nothing, waiting for the noise to dissipate before he begins.

And so at last, we have come to the culmination of a week’s worth of threats and prophecy. Jonathan Porter, a former AWA champion and keeper of the spirit of the Wolf God. Ronin, apparently “the next big thing” and the embodiment of the Elders.
I encourage all of you here in attendance tonight, as well as the millions watching live at home, to sit back and enjoy the ride as Mr. Porter and myself clash in a Hardcore Match for a shot at the AWA Universal Championship. I’ve said before that I believe more eyes are resting on this match than any other taking place tonight, and that is because they wait to see if the newcomer can steal a chance at the crown from the Beast Who Will Be King. However, that alone is not my goal tonight. Frankly, the Beast has made some fairly high predictions regarding my future, while in the same breath speaking of me as if I’m just a run-of-the-mill curtain jerker. My aim tonight is to fulfill the prophecies laid forth by Mr. Porter, and the sweet air of victory which will come from making him eat his words.
Tonight, the Elders will once more hold sway over the Wolf God, just as it was meant to be when They created Him. Tonight, you will watch the great Fang fall before me, whimpering as he retreats to the comfort of his lady at home, tears rolling down his cheeks as he watches me claim the highest crown in this business, wishing it could be himself.
Each of us have said all I believe that there is to say, and now the time has come to find out if we can truly stand up to the promises and threats that we have made to each other. Soon enough, you will all watch in awe as the future Universal Champion triumphs over the former. I sincerely hope that all of you will enjoy it as much as I will.

Ronin begins to laugh as the crowd begins to shout and chant once more, his laughter echoing throughout the arena as the TRON goes black.

The fans seem restless when suddenly the arena goes dark. Run this town begins to play and over on the stage the red and blue strobes begin to go off. Jonathan Porter rises out of the center of the stage and his group of black suited men walk to the ring. He steps inside and they circle the ring. The man in black takes in the boos and jeers from the crowd. Fang smirks.

Tex: Looks like the man in black has got something to say.

Fang: (Smiling) So here we are about a month in to the reign of our newest General Manager. A man who thinks he’s doing one hell of a job. According to the cheap heat you all are giving the man I’d say you agree, but what you think doesn’t matter. Let’s look at the man’s ratings. You know what the people at home think. When ever Canis is on camera there is a marked drop in ratings. Ha, I guess they don’t really want to see you, Sean. I can’t blame them, nobody likes watching a failure. Nobody like watching another human being unravel before their eyes.”

Canis’ music hits and the GM of the AWA walks out on stage. He looks to the ring with a big grin on his face.

Canis: Jonathan, it seems I’ve gotten you all riled up. You know I’m only trying to do what’s best for the AWA. I’m only trying to punish the evil that is the Family. I’m only trying to make YOU see reason. The tactics I’ve been using are the same ones you deplored from your brother not too long ago. It makes me sad to see you siding with a man you hate so much.

Fang: When did I ever use the word hate. I was trying to wake my brother up and bring him back to his center. I did that. Or hadn’t you noticed The Family run sneak Attacks have all but ended. Now you wish to mess up everything I’ve accomplished. I’m rebuilding the Family into the true elite of the wrestling world and I think that maybe you’re just jealous that I didn’t consider you. Or do you think it’s unfair that I didn’t consider your new pal, Metamania. By the way, Canis, I know Meta is here in the building tonight while not on the card. Where did he disappear to?

Canis gets a confused look on his face. He then looks to Fang who points to the Titantron.

Fang: Take a good look, Sean.

A video begins to run, in the bottom corner it says recorded earlier. Metamania is coming out of Canis’ office. He begins to walk towards his own private dressing room. The camera continues to follow him. Meta turns around and looks at the cameraman. We walks towards him and in the background we can see a man with a tire iron running towards Meta. Meta doesn’t know what hit him as he is rocked with a blow across the back of his shoulders. The man with the tire iron doesn’t stop there. Now though we get a good look at his face. It’s Fang, the crowd begins to boo loudly. Fang throws down the tire iron and then pulls Meta to his feet. He whips the smaller man into the wall. Canis is looking on and clenching his fists. Fang is in the middle of the ring smiling as the video continues to play. The man in black makes a motion and the video leaves the Titantron as Fang gives Meta the Full Metal Jacket.

Tex: He’s a monster

Fang: I’ve been nice to you and Meta. I’ve tried to reason with you. I’ve tried to tell you to back off. It just seems you won’t listen to reason. So now I guess I have to speak in a language you know, Sean. Oh don’t worry about Meta, he’s closer by than you think. You see I can be the man you knew when we were the Dogs of War. I can be the nice guy, I can play fair. I expect the same in return. You have it in your head that I’m undeserving of fair treatment. Since you feel that way and you want to fire the first shot then that’s fine too. Just don’t think I don’t have the means to reach you when I want to. Guys, DROP IT

Out of the rafters a large wooden construct is lowered. Canis looks at it and begins to go insane. The construct is the symbol of the Church of the Wolf. That’s not what has Canis in a panic. In the middle of the symbol chained their by his arms is The ONE AND ONLY. He is bruised and beaten, blood has dried on his chin. The man in black looks on at his handiwork as the crowd boos him.

Fang: Oh shut your cock holsters, this is the Fang you all wanted. This is the villain you want me to play. You have no right to look down upon me. You all cheer when these to jabronies change the rules when they see fit. You have played god long enough, Canis. Now before you stands a true deity. You’ve pressed and played with your power and now you will pay the price. Beware, Canis, THE WOLF GOD…. IS BACK.

Canis is yelling something from the stage as EMS work to get Metamania down off the crucifix. Fang leans against the ropes with a wild look on his face laughing. The camera cuts backstage where we see Wraith with a puzzled look on his face.

Wraith: Shipman, whatare you doing now? You got a match to prepare for.

The camera pans and sees Shipman working on something in the corner. There is woman's clothing and a white substance everywhere. Shipman gets up and steps aside revealing his project. It is a plaster model of a female anatomy.

Shipman: It isn't quite done yet but I'd like to call her Stormy.

Wraith: Huh? You mean like Stormy Canyon?

Shipman: Exactly, see I'e been crushing her since I first laid eyes on her but I can never get her alone, so now I am making this plaster model so I can be with her whenever.

Wraith: YOu have officially lost it haven't you?

Shipman: And thanks to some contacts I have, I managed to get that special rubber they use for sex toys.

Wraith: Chris, you are making Jason Stevens and his hormones seem normal.

Shipman: I even got a special frame inside the mold so it can support my weight.

Wraith: Have you heard a thing I've said?

Shipman: Wraith, can you help me with painting the skin color. Or attaching the wig?

Wraith: How about I find you some much needed help. I've seen you go nuts before but this is new.

Shipman: Come on Wraith, it will only take a minute.

Wraith: Shouldn't you be focusing on your match with Tomlin. The guy is no pushover.

Shipman: You are right but if Stormy is in my corner that will be all the motivation I need to win.

Wraith: Fine if it will make you get to that ring faster I will help you finish.

Wraith and Shipman get to work finishing the plaster body and soon there is an exact replica of Stormy Canyon standing with them.

Shipman: My love has arrived.

Shipman stands in ah in front of his new "girlfriend" and grabs her. He carries her and Wraith follows as they head towards the entrance ramp area for thier match.

Vs.

We cut to ringside as Stormy Canyon is ready to announce the next match.

Stormy Canyon: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a Hardcore Match to crown the Number One Contender to the AWA Universal Championship! Introducing first, hailing from Long Pond, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 220 pounds... He is... FANG!!!

The arena goes dark. A beat starts in the background followed by Rhinanna beginning to sing the beginning of “Run This Town” Red and blue strobes like police lights begin to go off as a form rises from underneath the stage. Jay-Z’s part begins and a spotlight shines on the figure at it shows to be Fang. He is standing in the light in a Black Armani suit. His head is bowed as the music plays. He then looks up as he is joined in the entrance way of the stage by Big Vic Gillot. The two men walk down to the ring The strobes still going off. More men in black suits walk behind the Man in Black. They surround the ring as he gets in. The lights go back to normal as the music fades. Fang takes off the suit jacket to reveal a white tshirt underneath. He folds the jacket and hands it to Vic. Fang nods to Vic and the men around the ring and they walk backstage as he waits for his opponent.

Stormy Canyon: And his opponent, hailing from Nashville, Tennessee, weighing in at 240 pounds... Accompanied by Ilati, He is RONIN!!!

The lights in the arena go out and the crowd begins to buzz in anticipation as 'Violence Fetish’ by Disturbed begins to play over the PA system. The opening riff slowly grows louder, causing the entire building to rumble…

"Bring the violence,

it's significant

to the life if you've ever known anyone.

Bring the violence,

it's significant

to the life can you feel it?

Oh ow, ow!"

A thunderous explosion rocks the arena as fireworks and pyrotechnics fill the entrance area.

“How do you sleep when you live with your lies

Out of your mouth, up from your mind?

That kind of thinking starts a chain reaction.

You are a timebomb ticking away."

As the smoke clears, Ronin and Ila step through the haze onto the entrance ramp to a jumbled chorus of cheers and boos. They walk to the bottom of the ramp and stop.

"You need to release what you're feeling inside

Let out the beast that you're trying to hide.

Step right up and be a part of the action.

Go get your game face on because it's time to play."

Ronin thrusts both fists into the air as another pop of pyro goes off behind him.

"You're pushing and fighting your way.

You're ripping it

Up!!!"

His painted face remains an expressionless mask as he slowly walks toward the ring, pointedly ignoring the fans. Ila stands outside the ring as he slides under the bottom rope and begins to circle the ring in anticipation.

The referee looks at both men as Ronin snarls at Fang and the bell is called. Fang and Ronin immediately charge at one another and both land massive shoulder blocks that only stagger them momentarily. The two charge again and this time Ronin catches Fang with a clothesline that sends him flipping in the air before landing right on his face! The crowd gasps as Ronin doesn’t let up and lands a vicious elbow drop right on the base of the spine and then lands a second and a third before going to the well too many times and missing the fourth attempt.

Tex: Ronin is looking for the kill shot early on here but he missed right there.

Duff: It is still early on in this contest, my friend. Give it time…

Ronin got back on his feet quickly as Fang caught him with a dropkick that sent him over the ropes and onto the outside of the ring. Fang follows suit and immediately whips Ronin into the steel ring steps and Ronin lands with a sickening thud as his back hit first and he slumps over. Fang takes a step back and measures Ronin for his own kill shot and charges at the prone body of Ronin, but at the last possible second, Ronin rolls out the way and watches as Fang smacks legs first and flips himself over the steps and lands right on his back near the barricades! Fang is slow to his feet and when he finally reaches them, Ronin has already made his run and catches him with a running clotheslines and sends both of them over the barricade and into the crowd.

Tex: These men are not going to stop until one of them is dead!

Duff: That is how every match should be. Leave it all out there in the arena. If you fail… fail with pride.

Both men are on their feet exchanging lefts and rights as they battle closer and closer to the exit, Fang gets an early advantage by slamming Ronin’s head into the concrete wall, causing a very small gash to appear above his brow. Ronin screams out and returns the favor by slamming Fang’s head into the wall as well before both men are now away from the ringside and in the back where ring techs and other wrestlers are standing near by watching the two damn near kill each other. Ronin throws Fang into a steel mesh barrier and follows it up with a running knee lift that causes Fan to gasp in pain but otherwise remain on his feet. Ronin goes for another but Fang catches it in time and slams Ronin into the mesh face first causing the gash to grow deeper. Fang follows it up with a forearm to the small of the back and whips Ronin into one of the cable boxes causing Ronin to flip on top of it. Ronin’s head fell limply over the cable box as Fang grew a wild grin before grabbing a steel chair and with one quick movement slammed the chair right into the prone head of Ronin!

Tex: OH MY GOD! Fang might have just broke Ronin’s neck!

Duff: It’s going to take more then a steel chair to stop Ronin. Mark my words, all Fang is doing is pissing him off.

Fang was pleased with his handy work as the referee finally made his way to the scene and looked at the body of Ronin and almost pleaded with Fang to pin him. Fang shook his head NO before grabbing Ronin off the box and dragging him towards a series of pipes and whipped him hard into them! Fang looked down at the body of Ronin and just started to curse him. Ronin showed no movement until Fang got within ear shot and Ronin’s eyes shot open and a hand grabbed Fang by the throat and Ronin was on his feet! Ronin snarled as he threw Fang with one arm into the same set of pipes and looked down as Fang held onto his back in pain. Ronin grabbed one of the pipes and began to choke the life out of Fang as the referee could do nothing about it due to the rules of the match and Ronin showed no intentions of stopping before he saw a familiar face and smirked…

Tex: WHAT IS ILATI DOING NOW?!

Duff: Things are not looking good for Fang now… Ronin wants a shot at the Universal Championship and Ilati plans to help him get it from the looks of it.

Ilati smirked as she pointed at a metal door that lead to the parking garage and Ronin nodded his head and grabbed the prone body of Fang whipping him hard into the door and followed suit with a running clothesline that had no give as Fang’s head snapped back and hit the door with a loud thud. Ronin turned around and grabbed a hold of Fang’s body and screamed for Ilati to do it…

Ilati obliged as she took a running start and when she got half way to Fang, leapt into the air driving her knees firmly into Fang’s chest, causing all three of them to crash through the metal door! The crowd starts a holy shit chant as Fang squirms on the floor as Ilati holds onto her knees. Ronin lets out a small laugh as he grabs the body of Fang and drags him near the cars and slams his head into one of the hoods of the car causing Fang to slump onto the floor. Ronin lifts Fang onto the hood of the car before quickly hopping up with him. Ilati gets back to her feet, screaming for Ronin to end it. Ronin smiles as he lifts Fang up, doing a slashing motion across his neck as he wraps an arm around Fang. Before he can complete the move, Fang spins around in Ronin's grip, leaping from the hood and basically spearing Ronin hard onto the concrete!

Tex: HOLY SHIT! Ronin was about to end this, but apparently Fang isn't finished!

Duff: That very well may have took the las bit of anything out both men! Neither of them are moving!

As both men lay on the concrete, the referee begins the ten count, though Ilati is steadily trying to help Ronin to his feet. As Ronin stands up, He notices Fang climbing up a black Chevelle's fender and takes off unning towards him. As Ronin leans down for a spear, Fang sidesteps him and drives Ronin head first into the side of the car! As Ronin staggers back, Fang hoists him up,signalling for the Full Metal Jacket! As Fang lifts Ronin from his shoulders, the lights go out. Sounds of blows landing are heard, then there is silence. A moment goes bye and there is a blood curdling scream heard from a man.

Tex: OH MY GOD! THIS IS A BLOODBATH! SOMEONE NEEDS TO PUT A STOP TO THIS!

Duff: Someone is getting fired! This is the second time tonight that the lights have gone out when I was drinking my beer! First when Bill Barnhart was doing his thing, and now with Fang! TURN THE LIGHTS BACK ON! The bloodcurdling scream continues on for a moment, then a final last blow is heard before silence. There is a scraping sound heard then sounds of footsteps, when the camera comes back up. We see Fang knocked out and bleeding profusely from his head. The referee helps Ronin up, raising his hand as the camera pans in on Fang. Carved into his chest, is a message that reads, "Part 3: YOUR TIME HAS COME, NOW THE FAMILY WILL BE UNDONE."

Tex: And no sympathy for The Family, which it would seem that someone, or some people or thing are out to put them out of business. What a night!

Ronin just stares at the referee with a confused and horrified look on his face. The referee bends down to help Fang as the camera cuts ringside to Stormy.

Stormy Canyon: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has ruled the winner of this match by way of knockout and new number one contender for the AWA Universal Championship... RONIN!!!

Tex: Damn Duff! We all knew this was going t be a brutal match, but I never thought it would get this out of control!

Duff: Both men fought their asses off, but what has been done to Fang is inconcieveable! First last week with Goth, Then Bill Barnhart and now Fang! Someone or something is taking out the Family one by one! But enough of that, this match was incredible!

Winner:

The camera cuts backstage now, more specifically into the locker room of the AWA International Champion, Chase Tomlin as he is the middle of preparing for action in tonight's main event. Standing in the room with him, complete with a microphone and readied cameraman is AWA Backstage interviewer Page Harris. A smile is on her face as she watches the massive frame of Tomlin sit in a steel folding chair, wrapping his wrsts with black sports tape.

Page Harris: Ladies and gentlemen, thank for for joining us here on this action packed edition of Insomnia. My guest at this time is a man who has quite a bit on his mind these days, the undefeated AWA International Champion, Chase Tomlin. As many of us sw last week Chase, you finally ended the undefeated streak of the Universal Champion, marissa Swanson in what can only be described as one of the most hard fought matches ever witnessed on Insomnia. Rumor has it that people have steadily tried toget in touch with you for your thoughts on the matter, but to no avail. Could you shed a little light on why you seem to be staying off of the radar after such a huge victory?

Chase stops wrapping his wrist now, alloing the roll to dangle from his wrist as he looks up at Page.

Chase Tomlin: Because I don't see a need for celebration Miss Harris. I did exactly what I said I would do last week. I went out to that ring, gave Miss Swanson all that I had, and walked away victorious. If I celebrated every single time I've been prove right, I'd never have time to compete. Besides, that was merely a win for me, just like all the others. Instead of dwelling on the past Miss Harris, I prefer to look forward to the future.

Chase looks back down now, grabbing the roll of sports tape and winding it further up his forearm now as Page Harris nods her head and looks back down at him.

Page Harris: Well speaking of the future Chase, as decided last week, you will be defending your International Championship against a man you have faced once before in Hank Henry III. While the match type has not been announced yet, what is goin through your mind after the way it turned out last time?

Chase rips the tape from the roll now, tossing it back into his bag as he smooths the tap against his forearm. As he stands up, Chase grabs the International Championship from his lap and brings it up over his shoulder.

Chase Tomlin: It doesn't matter what kind of match it is Miss Harris. I've already proven once that I am better than that ignorant drunk. This time should be no different. The last time I faced him, I made the mistake of assuming that the cripple he hangs out with wouldn't get involved and that was a mistake that nearly cost me my title. This time around, if I see Chaplin Graves so much as look like he wants to get involved, I'll do alot worse than cripple him believe me. I have worked too hard to get where I am today Miss Harris. I will be damned if I'm going to step aside and allow some pathetic excuse for a human being find himself in a spotlight which he does not deserve. He got this opportunity because he found his way out of a cage faster than his now departed opponent because that what he is best at Miss Harris... Fleeing.

The sooner I can get in the ring and knock him out of contention again the better. I do not like Mr. Henry in any form, nor do I respect him either. Least of all though Miss Harris, I do not find his insignificance to be of any concern to me. I will enter the match with him as the International Champion and no mater how hard he tries to prevent me from doing so, I will leave that ring as the International Champion.

Page Harris: Well that certainly sounds like the confidence that everybody is growing used to hearing from you every week Chase. Before Hank Henry III however, tonight you will be stepping into the ring with another man you are no stranger to in the returning psycho himself, Chris Shipman. You two have had a pretty harsh battle of words this week if I say so myself. What I would like to know though is as the match looms just on the horizon, what is running through your mind? He has stated that there is no way he is leaving Insomnia tonight without tacking that first loss on to your otherwise spotless record.

Chase shakes his head and smirks slightly as he wipes his face before looking at Page.

Chase Tomlin: So has everybody else Miss Harris. You see, when it comes to men like Chris Shipman, you must take all that they say with the slightest grain of salt. If he actually possessed the ability to stop me, he would have already done so inside of the Hell in a Cell. You show me one person that has ever been in this business for longer than two weeks that would come back after such a long hiatus and guarantee that they will lose. You will never find such a thing Miss Harris so when it comes from Mr. Shipman, it means just as little. If it were not for the fact he were facing me this evening, Shipman would probably have been opening the show instead of headlining it. As much as he will refuse to admit it Miss Harris, Mr. Shipman is taking the time as we speak to prepare to become nothing more than a statistic in a record book. If he truly is as determined to believe that isn't leaving tonight without defeating me then I guess he won't be leaving Insomnia at all. There is a reason I am undefeated Miss Harris and it isn't because I have a firm grasp on the english language. It's because no matter who i is, whether it is someone like Mr. Porter or Miss Swanson, or running jokes such as Mr. Henry or Mr. Shipman, when that final bell rings and everybody is sent home to their families, it is always my hand raised in victory. That continues tonight Miss Harris whether he likes it or not. Now if you will excuse me please, I have a few matters to attend to before my match tonight.

Page Harris nods her head and sends it back to ringisde as she leaves the locker room.

Vs.

Tex: Well, Duff... i don't know who's carrying out these attacks, but The Family are definitely NOT getting their own way anymore!

Duff: And you think that's a good thing?!

Tex: It certainly makes things more interesting for both the fans and the wrestlers themselves...

Duff: But things are getting out of control around here!

Tex: A little bit of anarchy is good for the soul, Duff. Now lets move on to our next match... Dmitri challenges the newest member of the Family, Marissa Swanson for her Universal Championship!

Duff: Another one of Canis' whacky decisions!

Tex: Go and say that to Dmitri's face! Go on, i dare you!

Duff: But this invisible assassin already took out Goth last week... and Barnhart and Fang this week! What if Marissa's next?!

Vampiria's "Legacy in Blood" hits as the arena goes black and the Titan Tron slowly starts to drip blood until the name of Dmitri appears. Dmitri slowly walks out to the ring with his manager walking in front of him.

Stormy Canyon: The following contest is for one fall.. and is for the Universal Championship!! Introducing first.. from Moscow, Russia... he weighs in at two hundred and seventy five pounds.... your challenger.... DMITRI !!!!

He does not concern himself for the people that are either exchanging their hands to touch him or to throw their drinks at him. As the two enter the ring his manager opens the ropes for him and allows Dmitri to get in and stare towards the stage area in wait for Marissa Swanson.

Tex: Now's your chance, Duff... Go and tell Dmitri he doesn't deserve this title shot.

Duff: ..... My back hurts. I can't walk that far. And my voice is going...

Tex: *Shakes his head* All talk, no walk...

The sound of cameras flashing can be heard as the AWA jumbotron lights up to show Marissa standing on a red carpet. The scene zooms out a bit to show that she's surrounded by cameramen. A reporter ducks in through the cameramen and reaches Marissa to ask her a question.

Reporter: Are you sure that you're ready for the big time?

Marissa continues to stand there and look very pretty.

Reporter: Marissa? What's your answer?

Marissa: I'll be fine. I may be young, but I'm smart and I know what I want. Daddy has helped me to get this far. Trust me when I say that I'll be well taken care of.

Reporter: Well you heard it here folks! Marissa Swanson heads your way and she says that she'll be okay!

The scene on the jumbotron fades as the beginning of "Party In The USA" by Miley Cyrus begins to play. Shots of Marissa growing up on the jumbotron fade in and out until Marissa Swanson appears from out of the backstage area. She stands on the stage for a few seconds soaking in her surroundings before making her move down the wrestler ramp towards the ring. Any fans that are nice to wave at her or blow a kiss to her catch her attention and she gives them one back. The guys in the arena sure don't seem to care which side she's on!

Stormy Canyon: On her way to the ring... hailing from Franklin, Tennessee... she weighs in at one hundred and twenty one pounds.... your current AWA Universal Champion..... MARISSA... SWANSSSOOONNN!!!!

Duff: Hubba, hubba!

Tex: I see your tongue works perfectly... put it away!

Duff: Are you gay, Tex?

Tex: No, i just have control over my bodily functions in the presence of women... unlike you.

Duff: Are you sure?

Tex: Positive.

Duff: What if she were to come and sit on your lap... maybe pull a dress strap down?

Tex: No comment.

Duff: HA!

As Marissa gets to the ring, she climbs up the steel steps and up to the top rope. Meanwhile on the jumbotron, some shots of Marissa having fun at the beach play. All the men hoot and holler as Marissa now does a picture-perfect back flip off the top rope. The circus of her arrival is short-lived, however, as Dmitri steps forward and catches her in mid-air before slamming her down to the mat, bringing a crescendo of boo's and insults from the crowd... and Duff

Duff: You piece of shit!

"Chocolate" Chip Long calls for the bell to start the match as Dmitri parades around Marissa’s body, watching her grimace in pain while she holds her back. After a few moments of soaking up the hostilities from the Indianapolis crowd, Dmitri lays a couple of boots into Swanson's kidney's before dragging her up by her hair and kneeing her in the gut, knocking the wind out of her. Dmitri taunts her a little before whipping her into the ropes and nailing a sidewalk slam from the rebound. He covers...

Tex: This could be an upset right here!

Chip Long counts... ONE.... TWO..... Kick out!!

Duff: That's why she's champion!

Dmitri stares a hole through the referee, who re-asserts that it was only two to him before looking a little worried for his welfare as the vampire stands up and shadows him into the corner. During this time, Marissa is recovering quickly as she gets on all fours and takes a few deep breaths, looking over as the challenger continues to question the referee. Dmitri slams his fist into the turnbuckle before turning back around to continue his assault on Marissa. He's wasted too much time, however, as she lashes out with a devastating Chick Kick to Dmitri's head, sending him sprawling to the ropes. He clings to the top rope for support, clutching his head and cursing. Unlike Dmitri, Marissa wastes little time in capitalizing and drop kicks her opponent in the knee... not once, but twice, cutting Dmitri down and reducing him to one knee as he leans against the ropes. Marissa then lays the boots in to his kidneys, not relenting in the slightest.

Tex: Marissa going to work on Dmitri's height advantage here, taking out his legs

Duff: This is why Dmitri doesn't deserve a title shot! He can't take advantage of his momentum!

Marissa lets Dmitri regain both feet before bouncing off the ring ropes and hitting him with a clothesline, which nearly sends the big man over the top rope. She tries again, this time throwing herself into the clothesline and taking them both over the ropes to the outside. Dmitri lands on his side with a thud, but Marissa manages to land on her feet and looks in complete control of this one. She lays some more boots into his side before she notices Vladimir trying to sneak up on her from behind with his cane clenched firmly in his hands. The crowd also picks up on it, yelling at Vladimir as Marissa turns around suddenly to confront him. He suddenly looks mortified and drops his cane to become a whimpering old man, Marissa raising her fists ready to lay into him. Just as she goes to strike Vladimir, Dmitri charges from out of nowhere and delivers a vicious high boot to the back of her head, which sends the champion careering straight into the ring post, her head bouncing of the steel and her body crumpling into a heap on the floor

Duff: DISQUALIFY HIM, REF!!

Swanson is out cold as Dmitri, still reeling slightly from the attack he took inside the ring, slowly moves over towards her lifeless body as Vladimir applauds and urges him on, looking more relieved than anything. Dmitri toys with Marissa by rolling her body with his foot, trying to nudge her into some sort of consciousness. Noticing that the referee is halfway through a ten count, Dmitri rolls back into the ring momentarily to break it before rolling straight back out again. Chip Long urges Dmitri back into the ring permanently but he is ignored, the vampiric one grinning to himself as he picks Marissa up by her head, slamming it straight back into the ring apron. Marissa stumbles around momentarily, looking completely stunned as her legs turn to jelly. Dmitri continues by pinning her up against the ring post and walking away with a sickened grin spread across his face, the crowd booing him. He reacts to one fan for a moment, challenging him to step over the barricade and take him on... to which the fan refuses quite quickly. As he shrugs off the taunts, Dmitri charges towards Swanson... but the Champ ducks out of the way at the last minute, sending Dmitri straight into the same ring post

Tex: I think that's called Karma, Duff!

Duff: HA!! That sick bastard deserves it.

Vladimir looks on concerned before trying to revive Dmitri as Marissa stirs slowly but surely back to her feet, gripping onto the apron for balance. She's taking her time, however, and Chip Long has already reached a six count for the second time.

Duff: A double count out will mean she remains Champion... but she'll want to finish this off!!

Long hits seven - this being the slowest ten count you'll ever hear of - and Marissa regains her balance, looking dazed but aware of her surroundings. Dmitri, however, is still on all fours with Vladimir almost trying to pick him up himself. As Long hits eight, Marissa slowly slides back into the ring, clutching her head whilst taking long hard breaths, laid out on the mat. Dmitri looks up and realizes that Chip has reached nine!

Duff: Quicker, Ref... Quicker!!

With Vladimir's help, Dmitri manages to clamber up the apron and barely slides under the bottom rope just as Chip Long is about to call for the bell. Marissa looks over as she clambers back to her feet, still staggering and looking out of it. Her challenger is still nursing his head after the vicious impact of the steel ring post, but is also beginning to pull himself up by the ropes. Marissa heads over to him and starts throwing some fatigue-ridden punches, but they seem to be causing Dmitri at least some pain. Marissa then throws Dmitri into the ring ropes before bouncing off the opposite side herself. She looks for a clothesline but Dmitri ducks and bounces back off the opposite ropes, Marissa doing the same. As the two combatants charge at one another for a second time, Chip Long gets caught cold and, as Marissa attempts a flying cross body, the referee is sandwiched between both Marissa and Dmitri at full steam, rendering the referee a useless heap on the canvas.

Duff: You gotta be kidding me?!

Tex: This one has taken an interesting turn, folks! "Chocolate" Chip Long is out cold here and the Universal Title is on the line!! Anything could happen!

Duff: That's what i'm worried about, Tex! Especially with that sick fuck at ringside!

Both wrestlers stir in the ring and return to their feet quite promptly this time. As Dmitri realizes the referee is out for the count, he grins over at Marissa who looks slightly concerned now as she holds herself up in the corner. Dmitri attempts a running clothesline towards her as she leans against the turnbuckle, but she ducks and lets Dmitri run full pelt into the padded steel, knocking the air out of his lungs and sending him staggering backward, only to be caught with another Chick Kick as he turns around to face Marissa, sending him down like a ton of bricks to the mat. Chip Long is beginning to stir very slowly, dragging himself at snails pace towards the ropes to help himself back up. Marissa detects her chance and signals to the crowd for the finale as she begins to climb the turnbuckle to the top rope in preparation for one of her finishers

Tex: Here we go!

Duff: Swan Dive!! Hey, wait!! GET AWAY YOU FREAK!

Before Marissa can steady herself, Vladimir has hurried around the ring and climbed up onto the apron. Just as Marissa signals for the Swan Dive, Dmitri's manager shakes the ring rope causing the Champ to slip and straddle the turnbuckle in agony. Looking pleased with himself, Vladimir shouts at Dmitri to get up and take advantage, pointing to the stricken Marissa, who falls from the top rope and lands on her back, clutching her groin area (Yes, Hank... her cunt). Dmitri senses victory in his grasp and finds a second wind as he trudges over to the stricken champion, pulling her slowly to her feet and calling Vladimir into the ring

Duff: DON'T MAKE ME GET IN THERE!!

Tex: Go on then! The ref's not looking!

Duff: But... my back!!

Tex: Pussy...

Duff: SHUT UP!!

Dmitri holds Marissa up by her arms facing Vladimir who is sizing her up with his cane. Chip Long is still pulling himself up and can't see what's going on, despite the crowd shouting at him, in no uncertain terms, to get up! Vladimir takes his time and points over to the Universal title belt, signaling that it will soon be Dmitri's as the Russian vampire grins and nods his head. Vladimir kisses his cane and winds it up before unleashing a swing that Tiger Woods would have been proud of (because Tiger's a good swinger...) but Marissa struggles free and ducks at the last second, the cane hitting Dmitri straight in the face, sending the challenger to the ground! Marissa then charges straight at Vladimir and chick kicks him to the outside

Duff: HA! SERVES YOU RIGHT, YOU SLIMEY PIECE OF SHIT!!

Marissa then climbs the turnbuckle for the second time and wastes no time in landing a huge Swan Dive on Dmitri! The referee, conveniently, has managed to regain his stance and turns around just as Marissa lands the Swan Dive on Dmitri with huge impact. Chip drops to his knee's for the three count before calling for an end to the match

Duff: YEAH!!

Tex: What goes around comes around, Duff!

Stormy Canyon: Here is your winner... and STILL AWA Universal Champion... MARISSA SWANSON!!!

Winner:

As Marissa, looking exhausted and clutching her head, has her hand raised by the referee, her music is cut short by "The Golden Age of Grotesque". All attention turns to the ramp as Goth heads to the ring patched up and looking pissed off. He climbs the ring steps hastily and steps through the ropes to greet Marissa, staring Chip Long out of the ring. He calls for a mic and catches it as the music cuts abruptly

Tex: What does he owner want?