The show opens up with the Golden Age of Grotesque as the owner of the AWA walks out to the ring, still dressed in his armani suit as he is staring at the crowd who is booing the owner of the company. He shows a sinister grin on his face as he starts to taunt the fans to boo even louder towards him.

Tex Martin: This man is truly a hated man isn’t he? I don’t get it… he produces great shows every week and yet he wants to be as hated as any other man can be.

Duff Travers: It’s natural instinct, when you are the best then people hate your guts!!

Goth slowly puts a microphone to his mouth as he slowly is walking towards the ring.

Goth: I guess the word that I’m competing tonight has reached the moronic fans of Miami, Florida. The night where their champion is going to be buried alive, buried by the hands of the owner of the company. To be made a champion on paper, as he cannot live up to the hype.

The boos grow louder as Goth gets in the ring and taunts them even more

Goth: And we started with the management of the group that tried to stop us, we slowly will go through the core as next week I will have an announcement concerning Metamania and who knows Chris Shipman too… and when Wrestlequest is over, there wont be any Rebellion left for us to worry about. I….

All of a sudden the lights go out as "Seek and Destroy hits the PA. The Titan-tron comes to life as we see various video clips of the Chief Financial Officer John Irons. After a moment the lights come back up and the music cuts.

Goth: HA HA very funny, Fang. Anyways like I was saying.... The Rebellion will be destroyed and i will be having nothing more to worry about then to entertain you moronic fans!!

The fans boo even louder as Goth nods his head in agreement

Goth: But to show you that I am also a man that thinks about the fans. I have finally come to the conclusion that the idea that once was brought out to my attention by Chaplin Graves about the tag team glory. I have come to the conclusion of what better way to make it happen then this coming Month’s PPV!! The great one!! The night of where legends are remembered and legends are crowned… the 2010 WrestleQuest!!!

Tex Martin: Now that’s great!!!

Goth: But seeing how some have left the federation, I am going to make the announcement myself on who is going to participate this coming PPV for the glory for being the Tag Team Crown… so I expect you to show up Chaplin and be there when we are going to create the night of champions with the tag teams of the future… I…

All of a sudden the lights go out again, as the opening riff to “Seek and Destroy” hit’s the PA. Goth looks to the Titan Tron, expecting to see John Irons, but sees nothing but his entrance video. Again after a moment the music ends and Goth continues.

Goth: Okay that’s enough funny business from the tech department! Everyone knows that John Irons was taken away two weeks ago by Fang’s Men in Black to his vacation home in Aruba, and he’s NOT coming back for a while. HA HA HA HA HA

Tex: Oh this is just disgusting! Goth is obviously showing his true colors when in comes to the other co-owner of AWA.

Duff: Oh you’re just jealous because of Goth’s greatness. John Irons is a tool and deserves a vacation. A permanent vacation. BWAH AHA HAH HAH!

Goth: In fact, you could even say that he's gone AWOL. He's Absent without my Leave. HAH HAH HAH HAH HAH!!!

With that Goth’s music hits as the owner of the AWA walks out

Vs.

Stormy: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first from Detroit, Michigan weighing in at 260 pounds….Madroxcide!

Lights dim as Violent J's Superstar begins to play. A shower of red sparked pyro begins to rain down the ramp. Out steps Madroxcide wearing his Black leather pants, grey shades and Madroxcide logoed Hockey Pullover. The sparks cover him as he walks down the ramp and up into the ring. He then jumps on to turn buckle to remove his hockey pullover. He balls up the shirt and throws it into the crowd. He then hops down and waits for the match to begin.

Tex: Madroxcide coming off a very dominant win over Makeshift at Highway to Hell.

Duff: Dominant? If you blinked you missed the match.

Stormy: And his opponent, also from Detroit, Michigan weighing in at 225 pounds…Matthew Toddi!

Toddi's theme hits as he walks out looks at the fans who are booing him and then he raises his hood over his head and places arms out to sides as red and white spark pyro comes out from above and the sides of him! He then walks and slides into the ring, takes another look at the fans raises his arms with one hand index finger and thumb up and other hand just index. He then teases throwing his hoodie to the crowd as he gives it to Stormy.

Tex: Toddi looks like he’s still feeling the injuries from the Elimination Chamber.

font color=yellow>Duff: Well, he’ll have to get over it because this is the battle for Detroit city.

Tex: The fans can’t really decide who they hate more in this match, and I’m with them.

The bell rings and immediately Madroxcide rushes in trying to use his size advantage, but Toddi rolls out of the way and Madroxcide crashes into the corner. He turns around and Toddi nails him with a picture perfect standing drop kick, Madroxcide falls into the corner as Toddi begins to taunt the crowd. Toddi signals for a flying forarm and backs up into another corner, he sprints towards Madroxcide, leaps, but is met in mid air with a huge boot to the gut. Toddi spins in the air from the power of the boot and crashes onto the canvas, he clutches his ribs. Now Madroxcide takes a moment to taunt the crowd, before working back to Toddi and picking him up by the nape of his neck. Madroxcide lets go of a dazed Toddi to deliver his own standing drop kick that nails Toddi square in the jaw, sending him tumbling through the ropes and to the outside.

Tex: These guys seem to know only one direction and that is straight ahead.

Duff: So early in the match and already a big momentum turn. Madroxcide looking for another quick victory.

The referee begins to count one…..two….three…Toddi rolls onto his knees, holding his head….four….five….Toddi uses the ring apron to pull himself up but he turns around and is met with a hard baseball slide from Madroxcide that sends him spine first into the ringside barricade…six…seven….Madroxcide rolls outside the ring and grabs Toddi by the back of his head…eight…nine…he hurls Toddi in under the bottom rope and quickly follows. Madroxcide begins to stomp on the chest and shoulders of Toddi. Madroxcide calls for the end and picks Toddi up, he places his head between Madroxcide’s legs and sets up for the XKO. He picks Toddi up into the crucifix position, but Toddi begins to fight. Toddi is close enough to the corner he hooks his legs on the top turnbuckle and slides out of the move and onto the top rope. Madroxcide turns around and is met with a huge Pele kick to the skull of the top rope.

Duff: Did you see that? What a counter to the XKO.

Tex: Looks like this may not be such an easy win.

Both men are laying on the mat trying to recover from the big move. Toddi has the first surge of energy and nips up to his feet. Still holding onto the back of his head he sees the position Madroxcide ended up in and he sprints to the ropes, bouncing off and delivering a huge rolling thunder. The move seems to hurt Toddi as much as Madroxcide because of the beating his back has been taking. Toddi brings Madroxcide to his feet and throws him into the corner, he follows right behind with a huge follow through clothesline in the corner that rocks Madroxcide hard. Madroxcide is stunned and Toddi quickly moves in for a huge tornado DDT planting Madroxcide on the crown of his skull.

Tex: Oh man, that tornado DDT had some serious force.

Duff: These two Detroit boys are running off serious diesel fuel in their veins.

Toddi quickly drags Madroxcide to the middle of the ring. He looks at the prone Madroxcide clutching his head. Toddi then looks around to the crowd screaming at them as they are yelling back. Toddi is perhaps taking too long savoring his position in the match. He turns around and Madroxcide has begun pushing himself back up. Toddi squares up for a big punt. He sprints ahead and goes for it, but Madroxcide pulls his head back and Toddi has a huge whiff. As the momentum swings Toddi around Madroxcide jumps up and tries to deliver The Hollywood Star, but Toddi has the state of mind to hook the top rope and Madroxcide sends himself bouncing off the canvas on the back of his head. Madroxcide is stunned, but tries to rebound quickly and jump back to his feet. He is dazed and turned around, Toddi stands behind him cocked and ready. When finally Madroxcide turns around he is met with a MKO that bounces him face first off the mat. Quickly Toddi rolls him over and covers him, the referee jumps into position one…two…three! The bell rings and Toddi rolls off and on his knees he raises his arm high. He takes in the taste of finally getting his fist victory in AWA.

Tex: After weeks of coming close but losing horribly, Matthew Toddi has finally gained his first victory in an AWA ring.

Duff: It took a while but Toddi was able to hit that devastating MKO and topple Madroxcide.

Stormy: Here is your winner…..MAAAAATTTTHHHHEEEEEWWWW TOOOOODDDDDDDIIIIIIII!

Winner:

The scene opens up backstage, we see Jason "The Sensation" Stevens on the phone to someone in his locker room.

JS: Come on Drake! The reason I have your name on retainer is because 1: you’re the best lawyer in the country and 2: there’s got to be something we can do in response to all the things Marty has done!

Jason "The Sensation" Stevens, who clearly has his voice back, listens to what Benjamin Drake has to say.

JS: Sue the AWA? Too risky, Goth’s lawyers are some of the best in the world and there’s a possibility that he’ll fire me in retaliation!

Jason "The Sensation" Stevens listens to Drake again and grins.

JS: I like the sound of that.

Jason "The Sensation" Stevens spots the cameraman and throws him out of the room closing the door behind him.

TM: I wounder what Jason has in mind?

There is a break in the action and the TRON crackles to life and we hear DON’T WORRY…BE HAPPY by Bobby McFerrin play over the arena speakers. The music plays for a short time and then when the music dies down the TRON cuts to a view of Bill Barnhart in his dressing room. He is dressed and ready to go for his Barbed Wire Cage Match with Modo.

BULLDOG BILL: Goth and Jonathan Porter, the Puppet master and the Puppet. Thank you for giving me this Barbed Wire Cage Match with Modo. You are trying to do to me what Rex Butler tried to do to me when he was in charge of the Asylum Wrestling Alliance Extreme Hardcore Division. You remember what Rex Butler attempted to do to me right? Butler tried to destroy me by assigning me to one Extreme Hardcore wrestling match after another. But Rex Butler’s feeble attempts to destroy me failed because I shoved it back in his face and became the first only two-time Extreme Hardcore Champion in Asylum Wrestling Alliance. I know that burned Butler’s ass but I didn’t care because I accomplished what I set out to accomplish. And now I have you two trying to destroy me with brutal matches like this Barbed Wire Cage Match. Nice try Goth…Nice try Porter…but just as I shoved Extreme Hardcore Matches back into Rex Butler’s face and made him eat crow…so I will win tonight and make you two dine on crow tonight. And as far as you are concerned Modo just be prepared for me to do anything and everything in this match. And remember that it is nothing personal against you Modo. I am here to prove Goth and Jonathan Porter wrong. You just happen to be the innocent victim in the middle. Enjoy. See you in a little bit.

DON’T WORRY…BE HAPPY by Bobby McFerrin hits the speakers again. As the image on the TRON goes into a slow fade out we see Bill Barnhart smiling and waving into the camera and then the image fades to black and the music stops.

The scene switches to the back where we see Big Bad Casey. He is seen warming up for his standard match against Mike Anderson. He sees the camera and gives a sinister looking smirk.

Casey: Mike Anderson, you don't know what you're in for! I am bigger and stronger than you are, which is why your going down. This match is going to be one for you to remember. I want you to remember the beating you all will take tonight. It will be my honor and my pleasure to destroy you all and continue your losing ways.

Casey then decides to take a drink of water. After a moment, when he has quenched his thirst, he continues.

Casey: I am going to hurt you so bad that you won’t remember what hit you. Once I knock you out with Power Up or choke you out with Sin City, you will feel like you were hit by a freight train! I will be the victorious one in this match and that is a promise!!! Just remember, it doesn’t matter that you are a great shape, once you face a man that is a foot taller than you and outweighs you by 150-200 lbs, you have no chance in defeating me because I will squash you like a bug, and make sure you stop being a hypocrite by making sure you return the medals and trophies that you earned, pay back those purses to those promoters you were paid, and make sure you return your black belt like you originally said you would, and haven’t yet. You claim to be stronger and better than me, which is a joke. You definitely have the speed factor in your advantage, but when I knock you out, speed won’t matter.

Then the scene goes into airing the promos Big Bad Casey has done for the match in order. Then once the 3rd promo has finished, the scene changes as he walks out of the gym and towards the ring.

Vs.

Tex: Big Bad Casey is out to prove himself once again as he takes on newcomer Mike Anderson!

Duff: There are no stipulations or anything on the line, so I expect this to be a nasty brawl between these two men!

Tex: Honestly, I think you want someone from The Family to show up, don’t you?

Duff: I’ll admit, anything that The Family does is nothing but pure entertainment, but I’m willing to see what these two men got tonight!

Stormy: This match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Nashua, New Hampshire, weighing at 375 lbs….BIG BAD CASEY!!!!!!!!!

As he walks to the ring, he goes through the different karate stances as “Power And The Glory”, by Astral Doors, is playing on the speakers.

Duff: You know, Tex, I kinda find it weird that a wrestler like Big Bad Casey does karate stances. What the hell does he think this is, karate and wrestling mixed???

Tex: Give him a break, will you? Let him have his fun in the sun. I’d like to think that everyone has a different quirk.

Duff: Let’s hope it is enough to go against this newcomer. Mike Anderson lost one match so far, but he could be well on his way on redeeming himself tonight Tex!

Stormy: Introducing his opponent, from Las Vegas, Neveda, weighing at 215 lbs…..MIKE ANDERSON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The arena lights dim, as a bright orange spotlight focuses on a massive curtain hanging from the rafters, obscuring the ramp and big screen. A male silhoutte can be seen behind the curtain, enlarged tenfold by the lighting. The athletic figure is intensly warming up with a leather jump rope as the sounds of "Lunatic Fringe" by Red Rider fill the arena. As the drum beat kicks in, the massive curtain drops and an instantenous blast of pyrotechnics is set off, as Mike Anderson violently throws the jump rope aside and marches down the ring, with his Judo black belt draped over his shoulders and a black mouthpiece hanging from his lips. Focused purely on the ring, he pulls his arms back violently from the fans reaching out to him from ringside. Before approaching the ring, he gives a quick, almost casual bow, as any martial artist would before entering his "dojo". As he reaches ringside, he quickly darts up the steps, hops over the ropes and begins circling the mat, before he places his black belt under the bottom turnbuckle, and stands in the corner, crouched in a battle-ready stance until the bell rings.

Tex: The two men are locking eyes with each other as Mike begins to circle around Big Bad Casey, trying to figure out how he can stop this giant.

Duff: Mike has to be quick on his feet and make sure he stays away from Big Bad Casey, otherwise Casey here can be effectively dangerous in close combat!

The bell rings and Mike Anderson tries to wear down his opponent with a flurry of punches to Big Bad Casey’s stomach. But the big giant isn’t fazed as he grabs Mike’s head at the top and head butts him hard, forcing the smaller man down to the mat. Mike is quick to recover, but is dazed, allowing Big Bad Casey to take off his head with a roundhouse kick to the face once again. He goes for the pin by hooking the leg, but Mike Anderson gets the shoulder up at the count of two. Big Bad Casey literally picks up the smaller man and tosses him into the lower-left corner and slaps at his chest a few times, making the audience gasp in their seats. Then he takes a few steps back and then charges forward with a big splash, but Mike leaps to his feet and kicks Casey in the face, making the giant stagger back as he groans in pain, clutching his face. That allows Mike to climb up to the top of that said corner and waits for Big Bad Casey to turn around. Mike then leaps off and spins around him, holding onto the big man’s neck and making him crash to the mat with a spinning DDT! Mike goes for the cover, but the giant angrily shoves him away at the count of two. Mike is surprised at his strength, but isn’t giving up as he immediately goes into the ankle lock. But the big giant, while hurting from the move, is quick enough to reach the ropes and grab a hold of them, forcing the referee to get Mike off him. Mike reluctantly does so, but he brings the big man onto one knee and gets a few knee strikes into the face, even busting open Big Bad Casey’s nose! The giant shoved him away hard as Mike fell backward and landed on his feet, but he goes for a quick DDT and connects! But as he tried to go for a Boston leg crab, Big Bad Casey once again pushes the smaller man away from him and gets up quickly. Mike goes to spin around him and then gets on his back, trying to choke him, but Big Bad Casey reaches back with his left hand and shoulder and throws him over his shoulder to the front. Mike’s back hits the mat hard, but not wanting to give up the advantage he has over Big Bad Casey, he gets up and mistakenly charges in, Big Bad Casey planting a HUGE boot to his face, knocking out Mike cold for a bit. But the angry giant isn’t done yet, as he goes to chokeslam Mike to the mat with tremendous force! He then goes for another pin attempt, but Mike Anderson was able to kick at the count of two! Big Bad Casey slams the mat in frustration and yelling at the referee to do his job quicker, but the referee responds back, saying that he’s doing his job fine and that it was a two-count.

Tex: Big Bad Casey was hoping to put away Mike here, but Mike seems determined to not have another loss!

Duff: The giant is definitely doing what I thought he would do, so Mike has to quickly regroup and show that he’s capable of taking down someone like Big Bad Casey!

Mike rolls away as Big Bad Casey stalks after him, kicking him down for a bit and then picking him up for what looks like to be a powerslam. Casey lifts the smaller man into his arms and then walks over to the lower-left corner of the ring, then begins to charge. The grip, however, was not strong enough, allowing Mike to let go and land on his feet, using enough strength to push Big Bad Casey into the upper-left post. Casey realized what was going on, but since he ran too fast, the momentum was too fast and he was unable to stop himself, his chest colliding with the post. As Casey staggers back, Mike Anderson steps back a bit, then charges forward, and hits a bulldog, Big Bad Casey feeling the impact of his face hitting the mat hard. Mike then quickly switches it up to a kneebar! Instantly, Big Bad Casey is groaning in grony as Mike Anderson applies the pressure even further. The referee rushed to the giant’s side, asking him if he wishes to give up on it. Although he’s shaking his head back and forth, the pain is really getting into him and it looks like he’s about to give up. But Big Bad Casey decided not to and uses his long reach to once again grasp the bottom rope. Mike is forced to let go once more. The giant is slowly getting himself onto one knee, but Mike is standing him, one arm around his neck as he punches the giant’s forehead as hard as he can, yet no blood comes out. The giant, however, is unfazed by the attacks and strikes back with a hard elbow to the face, forcing Mike to stagger back. Then Big Bad Casey hits up with an uppercut out of nowhere, temporarily stunning him. But as the giant picked him up, he tried to go for another chokeslam. But Mike was frantic, hitting the giant with three strong elbows, forcing the big man to let go. He then gets Big Bad Casey into a Muay Thai clutch, ramming his elbows and knees as hard as he can, some of it doing some damage as the big man is pushed back. But Big Bad Casey breaks out of the grip and manages to shove him away and yet can’t move, because he’s trying to recover as Mike rolls backwards and land on his feet. Just as he is getting up, Big Bad Casey roars and goes for the Power Up! But the move was slow and enabling Mike Anderson to do a spinning heel kick to his head, knocking out the giant instead! As Big Bad Casey is laid out in the middle of the ring, Mike Anderson goes for the cover and hooks the leg as the referee counts it. 1…..2…..3!!!! The referee calls for the bell as Mike Anderson quickly exits the ring and laughs as he raises his arm up in victory!

Stormy: Here is your winner – MIKE ANDERSON!!!!!!!!!!!

Tex: Man, that’s a tough break for Big Bad Casey! He’s trying hard, but somehow, he seems to be coming up short.

Duff: He’s certainly disappointed in himself as he glares down Mike Anderson, who picked up an impressive victory tonight!

The words of Duff rings true as Big Bad Casey slowly recovers and realizes what just happened. He slowly stands up and stares a hole through Mike Anderson, roaring in rage as Mike Anderson smirks in response and celebrates as he walks up the ramp and goes through the backstage curtain. The camera gets one last shot of Big Bad Casey gripping the ropes and feel angry as all hell as we slowly fade into a commercial that is hyping up the next big PPV.

Winner:

The scene switches to the back where we see Big Bad Casey. He is seen walking gingerly after his standard match against Mike Anderson. He sees the camera and gives a grin.

Casey: Mike Anderson, I hope you enjoyed yourself in what you did. I will make you pay for everything you put me through in the match...

Casey gets attacked from behind from a mysterious person as he was in mid sentence. ::The video feed showed the Masked Terror arriving at the arena. As he walked to his dressing room, Masked Terror noticed the camera. Without saying anything, he nods his head and moves towards the it, stopping a little close as he glared into the camera.::

The Masked Terror: “Well, Mr. X…the time is now to forge your battle plans to try to defend yourself against my onslaught.

“ ::A smirk briefly appeared upon The Masked Terror’s features, but it turned from that to an all-out glare.::

The Masked Terror: “Mr. X, Tonight will be fun. Winning is not the only objective on my agenda now. The fact that I will be able to get my hands on you, one-on-one, for however long…is only one of my objectives. Taking that title is another. I will not let you breathe. I will not let you think. You will beg for mercy.

“ ::Masked Terror takes a calming breath and then continues addressing his opponent. ::

The Masked Terror: “Most people like things calm and collected and, well, I am not like that. Call it a character flaw. Only thing is, don't think it makes me foolish. It makes me that much more dangerous. I have the power of you and then some. I don't mind throwing it around. When all is said and done tonight, try not to have to big of an obsession with the outcome. Tonight is only the beginning.

“ ::Allowing his expression to become slightly less fearsome, he continued delivering his message to his adversary.::

The Masked Terror: “X, tonight, do all that you can do to try to survive this match. Bring it and bring it hard. I hope you haven't lost that in any translation of the direction that you head in. Remember this is what I live for…this moment and the collection of moments in the ring…the call of the crowd…the thrill of the battle! See you later on tonight!

“ ::The Masked Terror just grinned his arrogantly confident grin as he turned and walked into the dressing room. The view turned back to Tex and Duffy at ringside::

Vs.

Tex: The Television title is up for grabs once again as Mr. X defends the title for the first time against The Masked Terror.

Duff: In a tables, ladders, and chairs match, no less! This is not going to end for one of these two superstars today!

The camera circles around the ring, getting a great shot of the ring that has a table on the outside, along with a ladder and chairs around the ring. Then we get ourselves a nice view of the audience, who are screaming their heads off, anticipating some blood out of this match. We also get a few signs with insults or cheers for their favorite wrestlers before we return to the center of the ring, as Stormy Canyon places the microphone to her lips and speaks.

Stormy: This match is scheduled fall and it is a Tables, Ladders, and Chairs match for the AWA Television title! Introducing first, the challenger! From Parts Unknown, weighing at 263 lbs…..THE MASKED TERROR!!!!!!!!!!!!

As the ominous tolling of the bells ring out throughtout the arena, the lights dim and heavy mist rolls in, filling the ramp as strobe lights begin to pulse slowly. A steady bass throb begins, growing in volume, sounding much like a heartbeat. A single gunshot shatters the silence, followed by mocking laughter and the Masked Terror's voice hurling insults before the music skips, and then the sounds of 'Hells Bells' by AC/DC filters through the speakers. Dark red strobes pulsate on the entranceway, and a dark figure moves among them, stepping forward as indigo fountains of pyrotechnic spark either side of him. He strides forwards, ignoring the crowd reaction. He circles the ring once, his eyes steady, a look of angry concentration on his face, before ascending the ring steps and climbing between the ropes. The Masked Terror stands in the middle of the ring, his head thrown back in a triumphant roar as the music comes to a grinding halt, cut off with a squeal of feedback.

Duff: This masked man is definitely pumped and ready for action. Maybe tonight he’ll be the one to be the first to win the title against someone who’s trying to be the first to retain it!

Tex: Mr. X is a serious opponent who has yet to lose a single match. I think history could be repeating itself, like how it always does each and every week, at least for him.

Duff: You should know better, partner! Here in the Asylum, anything is possible!

Tex: That’s very true, but we’ll have to wait and see how both men will be responding to each other tonight. Things are going to be quite interesting, that’s for sure Duff!

Stormy: Introducing his opponent! Also from Parts Unknown, weighing at 245 lbs, he is the current AWA Television champion…..MR. X!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The whisper of "I can feel it" strikes through the crowd. The lights go down, red smoke begins to build in the entrance way as the music gets louder. When the music blasts Mr. X bursts through the smoke into the center of the entrance way. He crosses his arms in an "X" at the top. There is a mixed reaction as he makes his way down the ramp. Mr. X jumps from the floor to the ring apron and quickly goes through the ropes. He goes from corner to corner and raises his "X" sign as the music dies and the lights return he goes into his corner to prepare for the match, handing over his AWA title and locking eyes with the Masked Terror. The referee shows each of them the title and gets a response, a nod from Mr. X and another nod from The Masked Terror. Then the referee stands in the middle of the ring, holding the title up for the world to see before he hands it to someone on the outside and calls for the bell.

Tex: The two men have left their corners and have begin to circle around, trying to find an advantage.

Duff: Well, right now, Tex, both men are going to be in tip-top shape, but once the match progresses, someone is eventually going to slip and the other will take advantage!

Both champion and challenger finally lock horns in the middle of the ring. Neither gave the advantage and broke off from each other. Then they tried again before Mr. X got in a quick knee then exploded with a quick suplex out of nowhere. A pin attempt was made, but the Masked Terror kicked out quick at one. Pulling him to his feet, he gets in a few quick hits with some punches to the stomach before executing a standing backflip moonsault. But the Masked Terror recovered from the hits, catching him in midair and delivering a fast powerslam out of nowhere. The Masked Terror tried to get a pin as well, but Mr. X kicked out at the count of one. As Mr. X is arching his back in pain from the powerslam, The Masked Terror heads to the outside, yelling at the workers to get out of their seats as he grabs a chair. He rolls back into the ring, with the chair in hand, as Mr. X is back up, crouching. The Masked Terror goes to raise the object and bring it down, but Mr. X took him down first with a spear, the chair dropping out of Masked Terror’s hands. Mr. X goes to sit on top of his opponent and thrash away at his opponent with some hard punches, left to right, the Masked Terror trying to block them all, but some connect eventually. Tiring of his game, he gets up and lifts The Masked Terror to his feet, lifting him for a spin-out powerbomb. But Mr. X was slow in the spinning and took too long, allowing Masked Terror to counter with a Frankensteiner and bridge Mr. X for the pin. But at the count of two, Mr. X successfully kicked out of the move. Mr. X was near the chair as he was getting up again, trying to pick it up as a weapon to use, but The Masked Terror stopped his efforts with a hard kick to the ribs, forcing the champion to roll away. Picking up the chair once more, the Masked Terror goes to strike Mr. X with the weapon a few times on the back, Mr. X screaming in pain as the object gets slammed down on him a few times. Mr. X’s had enough, however, as he rolls out of the ring just as Masked Terror slams the chair onto the mat, not getting the intended effect he wanted. The challenger follows pursuit, with chair in hand, but Mr. X gets to score a low blow with a kick into the groin area, forcing the Masked Terror to drop the chair and hold onto his jewels instead. This enables Mr. X to unleash a flurry of kicks and punches, stunning the challenger even further! Then Mr. X jumps onto the side of the apron, walks to the far side, poses for the crowd quickly before running towards The Masked Terror, leaping off the apron and executing a perfect hurricana, throwing his opponent to the side of the barricade, part of it breaking down as The Masked Terror is groaning in pain, feeling the effects of the move jolting inside of him. Mr. X heads around the ring to where the ladder is, folding it up before throwing it into the ring from the bottom of the ring, sliding it through, then heads over to The Masked Terror, picks him up and throws him back into the ring before following pursuit, re-entering the ring himself.

Tex: Mr. X is a determined champion that’s doing everything he can to teach The Masked Terror a lesson!

Duff: The Masked Terror is the one in trouble right now. He has to figure out a way to overcome the champion before Mr. X becomes too much for him to handle!

Mr.X goes to set up the ladder at the upper-left corner. The Masked Terror is back on his feet now, resting at the lower-left corner. The champion himself turns around and sees that Masked Terror appears to be exhausted and charges in with a cross splash in mind. But The Masked Terror fooled him as he did a forward roll, getting out of the corner as Mr.X’s chest collided with the post. Clutching his chest in pain, he turns around slowly and gets pulled in by The Masked Terror, who committed a monkey flip throw, the champion flying in the air and finally landing on the ladder that he made. He convulses harshly as he rolls off the ladder, his back jolting with pain all over as The Masked Terror goes for the cover. But Mr. X gets the shoulder up. The Masked Terror is back on his feet, hitting a couple of few elbow drops on the champion, hurting him even more. The Masked Terror takes the ladder in his own hands and steps away from Mr. X as he uses the ropes to slowly get up. Mr. X turns around just in time to see Masked Terror spin around with the ladder, attempting to hit his face with the ladder with all of his strength behind it. But Mr. X used his agility to duck underneath it and take out Masked Terror’s legs with a low dropkick, forcing the bigger man to fall onto one knee, dropping the ladder. That allows the champion to pick it up, take a few steps back, and clothesline the challenger with the ladder, which in turns directly connects to the throat. As Masked Terror is struggling to regain some air, Mr. X tosses the ladder aside and goes to pin his opponent by hooking the leg. But The Masked Terror barely got the shoulder up before the count of three was administered! That left the champion in a state of frustration, glaring at the referee and yelling at him to count faster! But the referee shook his head and said that he did his job right, hitting the mat twice and not the third time. Dismissing the referee for the moment, he quickly gets up, heads over to his opponent’s legs and tries to go for the sharpshooter. But The Masked Terror was quick to retaliate by pushing the champion away with his feet, forcing Mr. X to roll backward as The Masked Terror kipped up back onto his feet. The two men are back on their feet and charged at each other, colliding with each other through a vicious clothsline that sent the two men reeling on the ground, both of them exhausted and spent from the damage. As the two rolled away from each other, the referee checks on both of them before beginning the count, as the audience joins them. 1…..2…..3…..4….5…..6……7……Mr. X, through some measure of willpower, is the man that slowly gets up first while The Masked Terror is still down, continuing to feel the effects from the attacks that came from the ladder. Mr. X spots a table and immediately slides himself to the outside as the referee yells for him to get back inside.

Tex: What the heck is the champion doing now?

Duff: It looks like he’s about to finish off the challenger once and for all. Either that, Tex, or do some more punishment!

The Masked Terror is finally up, making sure that his mask isn’t off as Mr. X sets the table the way he likes it from the outside. The Masked Terror has a sick idea going through his mind as he bounces off the ropes and heads towards the champion. As Mr. X turns around, he looks up in time to see The Masked Terror flying in the air with a flipping hurricane in mind. Mr. X manages to catch The Masked Terror in the air, spin around, and slam his adversary through the table with a devastating powerbomb! The crowd begins to shout “Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!” as the chant reverberates throughout the entire arena. Mr. X slowly gets up, spent from the move, but grins at the work that he just did, as The Masked Terror seems to be knocked out cold at the moment. Thinking that the match is over, Mr. X throws him into the ring and quickly dives in, going for the pin and waiting for the referee to count it in! The referee manages to slap it in twice and is about to hit it for the third time…BUT NO! Somehow, someway, The Masked Terror barely got the shoulder up! Mr.X quickly sits back, looking at him in surprise, unable to believe that his opponent is still surviving. Getting himself back to his feet, Mr. X heads over to the top rope and paints an imaginary large X to the direction of The Masked Terror, then executes a diving somersault leg drop! The Masked Terror managed to recover, however, and was able to roll away in time, Mr. X catching nothing but the mat, hurting his leg big time! Mr.X screams in agony as the pain rushes through his leg as The Masked Terror gets up, rage building within his body as he kicks down Mr. X like a dog on the street, letting go of all of his aggression. Then he steps back and gets himself ready for his own finishing move – The Terror Death Claw!!! Mr. X slowly gets up, but it looks like he’s limping a little bit. As he turns around himself, The Masked Terror quickly advances on him, inserting The Terror Death Claw!!! Mr. X is struggling hard to get out of the move, but The Masked Terror is relentless, making sure that it stays in. Finally, after a few moments of struggling and trying to get to the bottom rope, Mr. X can no longer stand the move and quickly taps the mat as the referee sees him doing so and immediately calls for the bell! The Masked Terror quickly lets go as Mr. X is gasping for breath, clutching his throat. The Masked Terror is on one knee, unable to believe what just happened before it finally sinks in as the referee hands him the Television title.

Stormy: Here is your winner and the NEWWWWWWWWWW AWA Television champion – THE MASKED TERROR!!!!!!!!!!!

Duff: Tex, it was a hard-fought match from both men, but The Masked Terror proved to be the better man tonight!

Tex: Mr.X’s reign as the Television champion is cut short and he must now find a way to regroup from this shattering loss!

The Masked Terror begins to celebrate inside the ring as he holds up the title in his hands as Mr. X gets out of the ring and glares at him with venom and anger as we fade into a commercial for the next Insomnia show.

Winner:

Jonathan Porter is already in the ring with a microphone in his hand. The Man in black has a big grin on his face. The fans are booing and jeering him as he looks around. Satisfied that he has the fans in a mood for a Lynching he speaks.

Fang: Now I know what each and every one of you is thinking. Once again Fang came short on his promise to get the Universal Title. I already applauded Ronin for his win at Highway to Hell. So I’m not going to say much more, but don’t count me out. Just because I fell short before, doesn’t mean I’ve given up. That’s why I better than all of you out there. I don’t just shivel up and hide behind a case of beer and shattered dreams. I pick up the pieces and I move on. When people get in my way they disappear, just like John Henry Irons.

All of a sudden the lights go out, as the opening riff of “Seek and Destroy” hit’s the PA. The song continues on as Fang looks around for John Irons, but sees no apparent sign of him. After a moment the music ends, and the lights come back up as they were. Fang continues to speak.

Fang: HAH! Like that will happen anytime soon. That buffoon is safely locked away in Aruba. No money, No phones, no technology, Just him and some nice weather, and plenty of sand. Ha hah ha hah ha.

All of a sudden, “Gun Powder and Lead” by Miranda Lambert hit’s the PA as Chloe Irons can be seen walking briskly down to the ring. She isn’t wearing her normal evening gown, but a pair of dark blue denim skinny jeans, a dark pink tank top with a pink sapphire necklace, and four inch pink ankle strap stilettos. She does not have a very happy look on her face. She walks up the steel steps and steps through the bottom and middle ropes and puts a mic to her lips.

Chloe Irons: Jon Porter, WHAT the HELL have you done with my husband?

Fang looks a little stunned, and puts his mic up to his snarling lips.

Fang: Like I told my Men in Black last Insomnia, He’s in my vacation home in Aruba.

Chloe Irons: I don’t think so, Fang. I checked with AWA records, and even local authorities. You don’t own property in Aruba.

Tex: Uh Oh. Looks like Mrs. Irons found out that Fang lied!

Duff: He didn’t lie, she didn’t look hard enough.

Fang: Heh heh, listen Chloe. Big John is in good hands. He’s being well taken care of. Don’t worry your pretty little head off.

Chloe strikes Fang across the face so fast and quickly it catches him off guard. He grabs the side of his face with a shocked look on his face. Chloe continues.

Chloe Irons: I’m not going to repeat myself again, Jon. WHERE THE HELL IS MY HUSBAND?!

Fang: Listen here you little bitch…

Tex: Oh Shit.

Duff: Fang just made a career suicide decision. Get out of that ring Mr. Porter!

Chloe Irons: EXCUSE ME!? What did you just call me!?

Fang: Oh, I’m sorry. Listen here Chloe, unless you want your pretty little ass shipped off to a place where a woman is made to be put in her place, like IRAQ, I suggest you calm the fuck down bitch!

Chloe snaps and hits Fang with a Russian Leg Sweep, knocking the former GM down. She quickly gets on top of him, placing one heel into his back, the other right between his crotch, stepping on his manhood. A scream is heard from the man as Chloe motions for Stormy to toss her another microphone. Stormy does it with a smirk as Chloe speaks up.

Chloe Irons: Now you listen, and you listen real well you little bastard….I don’t care for your little games that you choose to play. The AWA ain’t in good hands when you pull crap like this, so I suggest you tell me exactly where my husband is so he can get back to doing what he does best.

Another scream can be heard from Fang. Just as he’s about to give in, we see Sapphira and Brenda Porter running down to the ring. Chloe takes one final jab at Fang’s manhood and pulls him up, only to throw him into the two attacking women. Fang flies into Brenda and Sapphira, knocking them into the ropes. Fang stays down, still clutching to his jewels. Brenda jumps back up hitting Chloe Irons with a slap across the face. Chloe responds by grabbing Brenda by the hair and pulling her down to the mat, hitting her with several lefts and rights.

Tex: Cat fight!

Duff: Wet the front of their shirts!

Brenda fights back by rolling on top of Chloe pulling her hair and attempting to gouge out her eyes. Fang, after being helped up by Sapphira walks over to the two fighting women and pulls Brenda aside and picks Chloe up by her hair.

Duff: Smack the crap out of her! Teach her a lesson Fang!

Tex: Somebody better stop this! This is just sickening! The woman only wants to find her husband!

Duff: Oh Go cry to Oprah, you big baby!

Fang is about to have Sapphira join in to double team when “Frontline” By Pillar hits the PA. We see Metamania, Chris Shipman, Ronin and Jacob Porter run down to the ring. Fang allows his attention to be sidetracked for just a moment when Chloe slaps Fang viciously across the face, leaving deep scratch marks.

Tex: Oh that has got to hurt! Fang’s gonna need stitches after that one!

Duff: If a woman hits like a man, she deserves to be hit BY a man!

Tex hearing this turns over and punches Duff in the face, knocking him out. The Rebellion is seen in the ring, ready for a fight as Fang, Brenda, and Sapphira scoot out of the ring. Metamania helps Mrs. Irons up and makes sure she’s alright before looking onwards at the Family. Jacob Porter grabs a microphone and begins speaking.

Jacob Porter: Jon, I think it’s time you showed the whole world where you really sent the AWA’s Chief Financial Officer. Stop playing games!

Fang picks up a microphone and replies back.

Fang: Listen here, twin brother of mine. It’s none of your concern, but since everyone seems to want to know where the jolly green giant went, allow me to show you.

The titan-tron comes to life as we see what would look like a snuff video of torture and humiliation. We see the camera come into focus and there is a beaten, and bruised John Irons. He is held by logging chains up to a wall as he is whipped repeatedly by The Men in Black. We see a close up shot of the flogging as it rips out flesh with every whip. Chloe sees this and clings to Metamania. The scene pans out and we see the men in black throwing alcohol on his wounds, making the giant of a man scream. The titan-tron goes black as we see an evil sneer on the face of Fang.

Fang: While Corporal punishment is illegal in Aruba for it’s citizens, it isn’t illegal for a man accused of murder. By the way, bitch? You’re husband is locked away in the KIA prison, and is awaiting execution! Chew on that one Cunt!

Duff comes to and wakes up his speech slightly slurring.

Duff: W....Whad I Miss Mommy?

Fang and Sapphira and Brenda can be seen laughing as the scene cuts to commercial.

Vs.

Once more the camera turned towards the ring, with the crowd’s vocal energy echoing all around in anticipation of the main event match. Taking a few moments to soak in the vibe, Stormy Canyon brought the microphone to her lips.

STORMY: It is now time for our number one contender for the Television title match where it will be a best 2 out of 3 falls that determines the winner.

The opening riff for "Room For One More" is herd over the PA, as soon as the baseline kicks in Jason emerges from the back with his mentor Steve Ramone following him close behind alongside Carrie, the crowd are mixed in their reaction to the trio.

TEX: These three really have a love / hate relationship with the fans.

DUFF: Yeah, I’ll say. The fans hate one of them but love the other one.

Jason and Steve stride toward the ring, Jason engaged in animated smack talk to no one in particular while Steve glares at everything. Just after the chorus they enter, Steve climbing the steps and coming in over the corner turnbuckle while Jason rolls in underneath the ropes.

STORMY: Now entering the ring, standing at 5’7” and weighing in at 175 pounds...hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada...here is Jason “The Sensation” Stevens!

TEX: If Jason has his way, Mr. X won’t be holding on to that TV title for much longer.

DUFF: If you believe that, I’ve got some oceanfront property in Wyoming to sell you!

STORMY:...And his opponent...

Megadeth's "Symphony of Destruction" hits the PA as a pyro blasts up from centre stage. The arena lights begin to glow.

STORMY: Hailing from Toronto, Canada and weighing in at 224 pounds...

The fans in the arena give a mixed reaction, some booing while others cheer as the man known as Andy Martindale appears from the entrance.

STORMY: Here is “The Maverick” Andy Martindale!

He stops at the top of the ramp, looks at the crowd from left to right then runs down the ramp and then slides into ring under the bottom rope. He walks over to the corner of the ring, grabs the top rope and climbs to the second rope, raising his left arm. The lights return back to normal and the music starts to fade out as Maverick gets pumped up for his match.

TEX: The man who should be the next in line for a shot at the TV title, in my opinion, is now in the ring. And I’ll throw objectivity out the window in saying that I hope he pounds Jason.

DUFF: You’re just lucky that the Sensational one can’t hear that kind of crap! And for that matter…hey!

TEX: Whoa, no waiting on these two!

They never waited for the bell to ring. Jason rushes Andy, bull-rushing him into the ropes and toppling outside the ring with him, trading heavy forearms and elbows with the larger man. Back in the ring now, Jason zeroes in on the Maverick, with hard kicks and punches, backing him into the corner and driving him down to the mat with repeated right hands. Backing off several steps now, he rushes at Andy and smashes his knee against the side of the seated man’s head. Not letting up on the assault, the Sensation steps up onto the turnbuckles and lets out a roar of sheer adrenaline before dropping off the turnbuckles and pulling Martindale up to his feet. Andy tries to fight back but is stopped by a thumb to the eye and a pair of straight kicks before being knocked down again by a Stevens dropkick

Tex: Wow! The Sensation is just all over the Maverick at this point!

Outside the ring again, Jason was slams Andy between the barrier and the ring apron, but is halted by a knee to the stomach and then gets his head bounced off the ringside steps by the ‘Maverick’. Andy keeps up the assault with blistering chops and a hard Irish whip into the corner of the barricade. Seeking a little pay back now, Andy lays the boots to Jason.

Tex: So much for Jason’s advantage, huh?

DUFF:I can’t and won’t deny that he’s in a bit of trouble right now, but you can’t count him out just yet!

TEX:Hah! Watch me!

The referee seemed to just let them go their own way, as keeping order was near impossible. Catching Andy with a knee to the stomach, Jason drops him to the mat with a Russian leg sweep and then drops a leg over his chest before going for a pin

ONE...

TWO...

KICKOUT!

Andy kicks out with authority, but is pounded further by Jason before he gets to his feet. Blocking a right hand, Andy chops Jason across the chest, and is met with a similar rebuke. The two trade chops in the middle of the ring for several seconds, the crowd letting out a ‘wooooo!’ to each one.

Eventually, Andy gets the better of the exchange and belts Jason in the chin with a stiff European uppercut before locking his arm around the man’s waist and jerking him overhead with a belly-to-belly suplex. He continues the assault by pulling Jason up again and taking him over a second time, this time with an exploder suplex.

TEX:Not sure how much Jason has left in the tank at this point...

With Jason momentarily weakened, Andy locks in a full-nelson briefly before taking the ‘Sensation’ over with a stiff Dragon suplex.

TEX: The “Maverick” is cleaning house tonight. Jason had better put a stop to it soon or this one’s going to be over!

DUFF: As if it would be that easy to defeat the Sensation. Jason is just wearing him down by making him use all his energy up trying to beat on him.

Tex: Seems to me that he’s doing a great job of it then...

Jason is slow to get to his feet, but Andy is not letting up as he plants a knee hard into the man’s stomach, following it up by driving a pair of clubbing elbows down into the small of the man’s back, then pulling him up and positioning him for an STO. A sudden burst of energy sees Jason first block, then escape the maneuver. The two eye each other, then hit the ropes. As Jason rebounds, he sails in with a spinning wheel kick to Andy’s head, then slams him hard with the a devastating muscle buster.

TEX: Desperation Sensation buster out of nowhere...that might be enough!

Jason rolls into the cover and hooked the leg.

ONE...

TWO...

THREE!!

STORMY: The winner of the first fall of this match goes to Jason “The Sensation” Stevens!!

TEX: Yeah, baby! I called it! Jason’s going to win this one for sure!

DUFF: I have to hand it to him, that was an impressive move...but the “Maverick” is not finished yet!

TEX: You kidding me? What match are you watching? The Maverick is finished, he’s had enough!

Wasting no time, Jason continues on the attack, but Andy recovers with stiff forearm to the jaw. Facing Jason now, Andy pulls him up, grabs him in a headlock and drops down behind spiking Jason with a snap DDT. Taking advantage of the momentum swing, Andy brings the “Sensation’ back up to his feet and whips him in the corner, then follows him in with a stiff shoulder to the midsection, followed by three more shoulder thrusts before he stands back up and delivered a hard headbutt.

DUFF: So much for that being enough! The Maverick still has plenty of fight!

That he does. Jason, however, battles his way out of the corner, surprising Andy with a superkick and then driving him to the mat with a hard scoop slam. Scaling the turnbuckles, Jason looks ready to put the match away with the Sensation Star Press, but before he could take flight Andy quickly leaps to his feet and knocks Jason from the ropes. Jason, now crotched on the top turnbuckle, was in dire straits and Andy was slowly working his way up to the top turnbuckle with him. With both men now battling on the top turnbuckle, Andy wraps his arms around Jason and drives him down to the mat with a thunderous top rope spinebuster! The force hit with such amazing impact that the whole ring shook and the fane broke out into chants of “HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!” Not letting up now, Andy once again leaps to his feet, pounces onto the top rope, and waits... Jason, who had just managed to make it to his feet and who was unprepared, almost gets himself decapitated as Andy leaps of the top turnbuckle, lands on Jason’s shoulders then whips him down to the mat with a beautifully executed hurricanrana!

TEX: Nice moves by Andy but he doesn’t have what it takes to put the Sensation down for the three count!

DUFF: Are you still in ass-kissing mode? How can you be so biased?

TEX: Look who I’m sitting next to every week

. Andy drops onto Jason for the pin quickly

ONE...

TWO...

THREE!!

STORMY: The winner of the second pinfall is Andy “The Maverick” Martindale!!

After having achieved one pinfall a-piece, the two ring warriors now eyed each other with mounting respect, each of them knowing that the next pinfall would bring either assured victory or defeat. Not wanting to be the first to make a critical error, the two now approached each other a little more wary than they had when the match first began. As the two collided again, they traded punches before Andy suddenly whips Jason into the ropes. On the rebound, Jason ducks Andy’s attempted clothesline and hits the opposite ropes as Andy does likewise. As the two continue bouncing off the ropes, each of them gaining more and more velocity, Jason attempts a missile dropkick…which Andy barely manages to duck under. Jason, the slower of the two to get to his feet, then gets caught with a tilt-a-whiTex backbreaker…using his agility however, he turns it into a headscissors takedown that sends Andy into the ropes, draped over the second strand.

Jason, taking advantage of his opponent’s vulnerable position, rushed him and throws his body atop Andy’s, driving him into the ropes hard at the chest and neck. Jason chokes Andy for a moment or two like this as the referee first admonishes him and then begins to count. When the referee hits the count of four, Jason releases his choke hold, climbs to his feet and begins to stalk Andy, waiting for him to get up to his feet.

TEX: Time for the Maverick to get a taste of his own medicine, I think!

” DUFF:He’d better snap out of it quick or that might spell the end...hey, wait...!

Seeing Andy beginning to rise to his feet, Jason charges in…only to be caught by surprise as Andy drops him with a vicious lariat that neatly takes him for a loop. Not letting up now, Andy rushes Jason from behind and hooks the “Sensation” up for the Jackhammer! Wasting no time with fan fare, Andy drops him down with thunderous force to the mat, then races to the ropes and bounces off of them, dropping a leg across his victim’s neck and chest, adding to the impact. With Jason gasping for air, Andy rolls into the cover!

ONE...

TWO...

THREE!

TEX: Are you freakin’ kidding me? That was a fast count!

” DUFF: Excuses! The “Sensation” was put down and that’s the end of it! A triumph and an earned TV Title shot for the “Maverick”!

” TEX: Bah...!

STORMY: The winner of the third and deciding pinfall...Andy “The Maverick” Martindale!!

Winner:

We can see Goth prepare himself for his match as he takes off his shirt and we can see the muscular back with lots of scars from previous wars when suddenly his door is closed by Sapphira

Vs.

Stormy Canyon: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it will be contested inside a Cage that is surrounded by barb wire!!! The first wrestler to come down the aisle stands in at 6’0 and weighs in at 240 pounds!! Hailing from Oakland, California!! The Bulldog!! Bill Barnhart!!!

DON'T WORRY...BE HAPPY by Bobby McFerrin 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 one of his trademark wrestling outfits (either the pink outfit with black trim witn ablack heart sewn over his heart...or the black outfit with pink trimp with a pink heart swen over si heart). 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 and white 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 with a huge smile on his face. 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, and then ducks through the ropes into the ring. Bill walks around the ring to acknowledge all the people in the crowd and he maintains his huge smile all the time. Bill then takes up residence in a corner to await the arrival of his opponent

Stormy Canyon: And his opponent, standing in at 6’6 and weighing in at 245 pounds!! Hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada!!! He is the Enigma!!! Modo!!!!

The arena strobe lights span the crowd in attendance as "BYOB" hits the speakers. the lights flicker on and off as Modo is caught by the cameras...he is a top the rafters among his fans. he descends down through the crowd as all the people cheer him on and clap his back. Modo looks around and takes in the atmosphere before jumping the guardrail and sliding into the ring. The arena fills with smoke as Modo enters the ring and the lights come back on. Modo is in the middle of the ring with his two index fingers in the air as the fans go wild...

Tex Martin: This is going to be a bloody war!! Bill wants to rebound from his loss last week against Hank and Modo wants to establish himself over a veteran like the Bulldog!! What will happen here?

Duff Travers: Modo is just a punk, period!!!

The bell has rang and the two men are staring at each other as well as listening to the fans as the cheers are seemingly for both men. They are circling each other for a few moments before locking arms in a collar elbow tie up. Modo gets the upper hand as he uses his size and smaller weight advantage by locking the Bulldog in a standing side headlock. Grinding his arms around the massive head, before Bill manages to wrap his massive arms around the frame of Modo and delivers a Side Suplex that sends Modo crashing on the canvas. Bill gets up and grabs the long hair of Modo and then lifts him up before executing a Snap Suplex in the middle of the ring before going for the cover. But Modo kicks out at one as Bill immediately wraps his arm around the chin of Modo and executes a reversed chinlock.

Duff Travers: Now you got a brutal structure like this, the cage with barb wire. And then you go and execute some scientific moves? I sometimes don’t get people to be honest.

Tex Martin: It’s only great to see that these men know to wrestle and not just merely want to be aggressive!!

Duff Travers: Boring!!!

Modo slowly gets to his feet and delivers several elbows to the midsection of Bill Barnhart before delivers a few knife edge chops to the chest of the former champion and then pushes him in the ropes and goes for an Irish Whip, but it is Bill that reverses the move and sends Modo into the cage and into the barb wire that causes cuts to be made in his chest and blood to pour out of it. Bill grabs him by the waist and delivers a Back Suplex before going for the cover. The referee goes down, but only manages to register a 2 count as Modo kicks out. We can see the blood coming out of his chest as he is wiping his hands off of his chest before having to deal with Bill Barnhart who pulls him up to his feet. He then lifts Modo in the air and wants to put him up over his shoulder and drive him face first into the cage wall with the barb wire. But just as he is about to drive Modo’s face into the cage it is Modo that somehow manages to slip out of his grasp and dropkicks Bill into the cage wall.

Tex Martin: Is that what you wanted?

Duff Travers: YEAH!!

Modo then starts to grab the head of Bill Barnhart and then slam it hard into the wall and makes sure it hits the barb wire as well, causing his face to be lacerated and blood to come over his entire face. Modo then delivers a reversed DDT and goes for the cover, but the Bulldog manages to kick out at the count of two as we see the ring slowly being filled with the blood of both competitors. Modo gets up and grabs Bill Barnhart by the head and lifts him up and goes for a slam before climbing the middle rope and then jumps backwards as he drives his knee into the chest area of Bill Barnhart and then he goes for another cover. But this time Bill manages to get his shoulder off the canvas just in time as the camera zooms in on his now busted open face. Modo grabs him by the head and lifts him to his feet before going for his signature move.

Tex Martin: Modo Bomb!!!

Modo hits his finisher and then goes for the cover as the referee calls for the bell and Modo’s music hits as his hand is being raised in victory.

Stormy Canyon: The winner of this match!!!! Modo!!!!

Modo is raising his arms in the air and with both of his middle fingers as the fans cheer him on. He helps Bill to his feet and shakes his hand as Bill raises the hand of Modo in the air as the fans go nuts. After that both men exit the cage through the door and shakes the hands of the fans before the show goes to a commercial break

Winner:

The crowd inside the arena at Miami, Florida is going nuts as we see Metamania exit his own dressing room, closing the door behind him. He steps to the side, then leans back to the wall, facing the camera attentively.

Metamania: Hank Henry…

Do you have any idea what you’re about to go through? You’re about to go through hell with one of the most well-known wrestlers in the history of this business. You and I have traded insults at each other all week long, but I’m afraid your time is up this week. You may look at the rules for a match like this and think this is home, but home is far away for you today and I intend to bring you home – to a nearby hospital! The Falls Count Anywhere match is a perfect match to demonstrate my abilities as one of the best around here and I don’t need ANYONE’s help from The Rebellion to secure a win this week. In fact, I’ll be the one attaining greatness all on my own this time, as I destroy you and get back on the right track, back to where I rightfully belong, either as the International or Universal championship! Hell, if I have to, I’ll fight in the Television division and get that title too! You see, my friend, you cannot stop a man that is hell bent on accomplishing a personal mission – to right the wrongs that were committed by The Family, to bring power back to The Rebellion, but most importantly, to show the world that I am THE ONE AND ONLY for a very specific reason. Tonight, you’re not about to face a poser or an average Joe on the street, tonight, NO! You’re about to face THE ONE AND ONLY and even if I somehow possibly lose tonight, which will not happen, I will make sure to give the best fight possible as long as I still draw breath! So I hope that you’re ready for the biggest match in your career, because once you and I lock horns, there is no turning back and after this match, neither of us will be the same. The only difference is that one of us is going to come out of this hell as the winner while the other will be the one to lose and I certainly won’t be the man that will be losing tonight. The International champion you may be right now…hell, you get to keep your title, but even if you defeated Barnhart for the title, I’m here to state, through my actions, that what you achieved last week was nothing more but a fluke, so enjoy your time as the International champion, because after tonight, once I slaughter you all over the arena here in Miami, Florida, the higher ups will have no choice but to hand me a title shot for YOUR title, because I EARNED IT! - with help from the fans, of course! THE ONE AND ONLY is here to stay for a long while, so Hank Henry III…buckle your seat belt and allow me to be your guide for the trip to hell, because once I’m finished with you, you will NEVER be able to come back out! THE ONE AND ONLY will be seeing you very shortly!

With a nod to the camera, he quickly heads off as the fans begin to chant up the fan-proclaimed legend’s name as the scene slowly fades into a commercial.

Vs.

As the camera pans over the sold out crowd, Stormy Canyon's voice rings out over the PA system as she announces the next match.

Stormy: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled under Falls Count Anywhere rules! Introducing first, from New York City, standing 5'6” and weighing in at 176 pounds...”The One and Only”...METTTTAAAAMMMAAAANNNIIIAAAA!!!

A drum roll starts up the song and then the riffs kick off Perfect Insanity by Disturbed as Metamania walks out of the curtain and stares at the audience. He casts a serious look at the center of the entrance ramp as pyro explodes to the left and right of him. Freya comes out, in her sexy wrestling outfit, and the two slowly make their way down the ramp. Metamania's name is chanted all over the arena as he slaps hands with the fans. He then climbs up the steps and brings the ropes apart to let his beautiful bride through before he heads to the lower-left corner of the ring and poses as the fans go nuts. He takes off a jacket and hands it to Freya, then gives her a deep kiss and then watches as she departs the ring. He shakes hands with the referee and Stormy and greets them with a smile. Then he looks at the center of the ramp, his happy face gone and replaced with a look of seriousness and anger, his fists clenched to the side as his song dies down and he eyes the top of the ramp, awaiting his opponent.

Tex: Metamania's coming into this match after an epic Hell in a Cell Ladder match last week at Highway to Hell. Sadly, he walked away without the Universal Championship, but he put up a hell of a fight. You've got to wonder if he's really at one hundred percent after the beating he took in the Cell last week.

Duff: Of course he's not! The man's a wimp. His so-called friend Ronin knocked him off of the ladder and to the arena floor fifteen feet below! No way is he going to pull this one off tonight!

Tex: Actually, Duff, I believe they've worked out their differences, but that doesn't matter. This is a non-title bout, so if Metamania does pull off the win, Hank Henry will still walk away with the International Championship.

Stormy: And his opponent, from Ellis, New York, standing 6'6” and weighing in at 248 pounds...he is the reigning AWA International Champion...HHHAAAANNNNKKK HHHEEEENNNRRRRYYYY!!!

Rolling by Soul Coughing plays over the PA system as Hank comes out with his limping manager Chaplin Graves. They discuss the pros and cons of the match and Hank plays to the crowd as he makes his way to the ring.

Tex: Hank Henry, of course, coming off of a huge win over Bill Barnhart in a Dumpster Match at Highway to Hell to become the newest International Champion.

Duff: That match was nothing compared to what he's going to do to Metamania! That little midget doesn't stand a chance!

Tex: Well I think we're about to find out!

As Stormy Canyon exits the ring, the timekeeper rings the bell and the match begins. The two circle the ring, Hank smiling as he stalks the smaller man, occasionally throwing out some weak jabs. Metamania dodges them easily, bobbing and weaving as he looks for an opening. Hank throws a hard right hand, but Metamania ducks it and delivers a punishing blow to Hank's midsection. Hank staggers back a step, holding his stomach and glaring at Metamania. Metamania just smiles as he continues to circle the ring. As Chaplin yells from outside the ring, Hank shakes it off and resumes his stalking, slowly moving Metamania to the corner, cutting off the ring. Metamania realizes his mistake quickly, feinting to Hank's left and trying to run past him to the right. Hank doesn't fall for, clobbering Metamania with a clothesline that flips the One and Only in mid-air and he crashes to the mat face down. The crowd boos wildly as Hank nods, pointing a finger at his head, saying he's too smart for that. Hank moves to pick up Metamania, but the One and Only swings his legs around, sweeping Hank's legs out from under him, sending him to the mat. Meta scrambles to his feet, jumping off the ropes and landing on Hank with a Moonsault! Hooking Hank's legs, he goes for an early pin. One...Hank easily kicks out, throwing the smaller man off of him! Hank gets to his feet, the smile gone from his face, and locks up with Metamania. The twist and grunt as they vie for position, walking each other around the ring. Neither man can get an advantage and finally Hank's had enough, shoving Metamania into the turnbuckle with a loud grunt as a loud “Oh!” sounds from the crowd. Hank follows Meta, rearing back and pummeling him with hard chops to the chest as the smack of flesh on flesh echoes through the arena. After four chops, Metamania doubles over, clutching his chest in pain. Hank grabs Meta's leg and tights, hoisting him up onto the turnbuckle. Climbing the ropes himself, Hank sets Meta up for a Superplex! A hard forearm to the head rocks Hank as Meta tries to fight him off, pummeling him again with a right hand. Finally, Meta hits Hank with a headbutt and knocks him from the turnbuckle. Meta stands on the top rope as Hank gets to his feet, staggering back around to face the corner. With the crowd cheering wildly, Metamania leaps from the top rope, landing on Hank's shoulders, twisting around and taking Hank down with a Frankensteiner! He grabs Hank's legs and goes for another pin! One...Two...Metamania is thrown toward the ropes as Hank kicks out!

Tex: Metamania tries yet again to end this one early, but has no luck.

Duff: Hank's just toying with him! He's got no chance!

Metamania doesn't let up, rushing Hank and striking him with one, two, three right hands. He runs back, bouncing off of the ropes and launching himself across the ring. He jumps, looking for a Spinning Wheel Kick, but Hank catches the One and Only in mid-air, slamming him hard onto the canvas! Hank drops to his knees, grabbing Meta's head and slamming it repeatedly into the mat! The crowd boos loudly as Hank finally ends the onslaught, pulling Metamania to his feet. With his back to the ropes, Hank whips Metamania across the ring. As Meta bounces off the ropes, he runs back to Hank, jumping and landing a vicious Drop Kick on Hank's jaw, knocking him backward and sending him over the ropes to the floor outside the ring as the crowd erupts! As Hank gets to his feet, slowly turning to face the ring, Metamania jumps onto the top rope launching himself into the air and taking Hank down with the Agile of the Dragon! He goes for another pin attempt, but the referee is too slow getting to the outside of the ring and Hank pushes Meta away. Metamania stands and glares at the referee, holding his arms out the side as if to say, “Where the hell were you?” With Meta's attention on the ref, Hank gets to his feet and gets behind Metamania, wrapping his arms around his waist and planting him on the arena floor with a German Suplex! Holding the move, Hank goes for a pin. One...Two...Metamania kicks out of the attempt! Hank jumps to his feet, anger etched on his face, storming to the timekeeper's table and demanding a chair. Stormy Canyon quickly gets up and moves out of the way as Hank grabs her steel chair, folding it and turning back to Metamania. Meta surprises Hank, landing a drop kick on the chair that knocks it into Hank's face! Hank staggers for a moment, falling flat on his back as blood begins to trickle down his face.

Tex: With that surprise attack from Metamania, Hank's busted wide open!

Duff: No! Dammit, Hank! Quit screwing around!

Seeing the crimson liquid on his opponent's face seems to drive Meta on, and he picks up the discarded chair and slams it hard across Hank's mid-section! Once, twice, three times it comes down, the chair finally giving in to the beating and beginning to bend. Meta lays the chair across Hank's face,climbing the ring apron as the crowd cheers him on. He leaps from the apron, looking for a Guillotine Leg Drop, but Hank rolls out of the way and Meta lands hard on his tail bone right on top of the steel chair! Hank slowly gets to his feet as Meta falls to his side, holding his lower back and kicking his legs in pain. Hank grabs Metamania and pulls him to his feet, pummeling him with right hands. Metamania begins fighting back, answering Hank's punches with right hands of his own as the two fight their way up the entrance ramp as the referee follows along. At the top of the ramp, the two continue to trade blows. Finally Hank lands a hard elbow strike to Meta's temple, staggering the smaller man backward. Two more punches knock Meta back, and Hank whips him toward the edge of the stage. Meta gains his bearings at the last moment, standing on his toes and throwing his arms backwards, barely keeping himself from falling of the stage. Hank rushes at Meta, looking for a clothesline, but Meta sees him at the last minute and trips him with a Drop Toe Hold, sending Hank crashing head first to the concrete floor of the arena as the crowd roars! By now, Chaplin and Freya have caught up with the fighter's, and Chaplin rushes over to check on Hank as Freya stands back shouting encouragement to her husband. The referee pushes Chaplin away from Hank, warning him not to interfere in the match. Chaplin holds up his hands and steps away, but the referee doesn't see him kick something to Hank. As the situation finally settles down, Metamania jumps to the arena floor from the stage and goes after Hank as the International Champion groggily gains his feet. Meta grabs Hank by the back of the head, but is knocked to the floor as Hank turns and strikes him hard with a pair of brass knuckles! As Metamania lies on the floor, holding his forehead and writhing in pain, a thin trail of blood trickles from under his mask down his neck.

Duff: Ha ha! I told you he didn't stand a chance!

Tex: This is a Falls Count Anywhere match so almost anything goes. This is definitely an area Hank excels at.

Hank gets Metamania to his feet, still brandishing the brass knuckles as he punches the smaller man hard in the gut. Meta doubles over in pain and Hank cracks him one more time on the head, sending Meta stumbling to the guardrail, trying to stay on his feet. Hank smiles as the crowd boos him, tucking the weapon into his tights as he moves to the guardrail, grabbing Metamania by the back of the head and walking him around the curtain to the backstage area of the arena. Spotting a Coke machine against the wall, Hank throws Meta into it, the impact denting the machine as the light goes out. Hank grabs the smaller man and slings him into the machine once more, moving the machine to the side as Meta's body crashes into it. With a lunge, Hank looks for a Big Boot, but Meta is able to get out of the way and Hank slams his foot into the machine, knocking the door open and spilling Coke cans across the floor. Hank shakes his head as he grabs Metamania from the floor. Meta turns and opens one of the shaken cans, sending the spraying foam into Hank's eyes!

Duff: You've GOT to be kidding me!

Tex: Anything goes, Duff. It's perfectly legal.

Duff: Yeah, but who uses Coke foam as a weapon? Seriously!

Hank staggers back, rubbing his eyes and swearing loudly, and Metamania takes advantage. As Hank turns away from him, Meta runs up to him and grabs his neck, spinning around and slamming Hank on his back with the Flipping Dragon! Scrambling to hook Hank's legs, he goes for another pin. One...Two...Th...Hank barely kicks out! Metamania doesn't let up, hoisting the bigger man to his feet and pulling him over to a table nearby. He doubles Hank over, setting him up for a Suplex, but Hank breaks the move easily, hammering into Meta's midsection with vicious elbow strikes. Hank slams Meta's head onto the table, rolling the One and Only onto the top of it. The table creaks and bows as Hank climbs on top of it, and caves and splinters when Hank plants Meta with a Piledriver on the table! Hank pins Meta down, putting his feet up on the wall for extra leverage as the referee begins to count. One...Two...Thre...kick out! Hank barely catches himself from falling face first as Meta somehow breaks the pin attempt, rolling away from Hank. Hank jumps to his feet and gets in the referee's face, yelling that he heard his hand slap the ground three times before Meta moved. The referee yells right back, telling Hank he only got a two count. Meanwhile the brass knuckles had fallen out of Hank's tights during his last pin attempt, and Metamania had picked them up and now stands groggily behind Hank, waiting to strike. When Hank turns around, Meta unloads with a big right hand that staggers Hank, and now blood is pouring from the top of his head! Meta picks Hank up, dragging him through the open area, looking for something else to use against the bigger man. He takes too much time, though, and Hank starts to fight back, grabbing the back of Meta's head and slamming him into the concrete wall. As Meta stumbles away from the wall and toward Hank, Hank picks him up for a Body Slam, and plants him against the wall once more before dropping him onto the concrete floor. Hank doesn't let up, getting Meta to his feet and dragging him through an open door into an empty hallway. Hank whips Meta toward the wall once more, but Meta stops himself, ducking a wild clothesline Hank throws his way, answering with a short drop kick to Hank's knees, sending both men to the floor. Meta gets to his feet first and as Hank stands up, he rocks the champion with a Spinning Heel Kick, sending Hank crashing backwards through a door and into an office! A young woman sitting at a desk jumps up and screams as the two men spill into her office, running terrified from the room and disappearing down the hallway. Meta grabs the phone from the desk, wrapping the cord around Hank's neck as he tries to get to his feet and beginning to choke him.

Tex: A smart move by Metamania, but it's not going to win the match. The only way to win here is by pinfall.

Duff: The ref needs to get that masked freak off of Hank! This is ridiculous!

Hank fights back wildly, stomping Meta's foot and connecting with elbows to the midsection, but Meta refuses to break the hold. Hank's face turns the color of a beet as slowly the fight starts to leave him, slowly dropping to one knee as his eyes start to roll into the back of his head. Sensing his opportunity, Meta finally releases the hold and Hank drops to the floor of the office. As Meta rolls him over for a pin attempt, suddenly the referee is pushed aside and Chaplin lunges into the room, cracking Metamania in the back of the head with a steel chair! The referee gets in Chaplin's face, ripping the chair from his hands and sending him to the locker room. Chaplin doesn't even argue, only smiling as he walks out of the room, dropping something on the floor next to Hank. As the two men finally start to stand, Hank grabs the fork that Chaplin dropped beside him. Meta gets up first, kicking Hank hard in the ribs, but it barely slows him down. Meta swings with a wild right hand but Hank blocks it, rearing back and lunging with the fork, stabbing Meta in the shoulder! Meta screams in pain, staggering back and holding his shoulder as Hank laughs. Hank lunges again, but Meta ducks and spins out of the way, following it up with a Confusion From Behind, wrapping his legs around Hank's head and sending him spinning in mid-air, landing hard on the office floor. As Freya shouts encouragement to her man from the doorway, Meta rolls Hank onto the desk, following him onto it and slowly getting Hank to his feet. Hank swings groggily, turning a full 360 as Metamania easily ducks the attack, hooking his arm across Hank's chest, and sending them both through the desk as he executes The Rage of the Dragon! He lands on top of Hank as the desk splinters, and the referee hits the floor for the pin attempt. One...Two...THREE!!! The sound of the bell ringing echoes through the arena!

Tex: It's over! It's over! Rage of the Dragon THROUGH A DESK and Metamania picks up the victory!

Duff: Dammit! It's all that bitch Freya's fault! If she'd have kept her mouth shut, Hank wouldn't have lost focus! This is bullshit!

Perfect Insanity begins to play over the PA system as the referee helps Metamania to his feet, facing the camera and holding his hand up in victory as Stormy's voice rings out.

Stormy: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner...The One and Only...MMEETTAAAMMMAAANNNNIIIAAAA!!!

Tex: It was one hell of a fight between these two men here tonight, but Metamania was able to come out with the victory.

Duff: I stand by my words! This was bullshit! I demand a recount!

Tex: You mean a rematch?

Duff: Whatever! It almost worked for Al Gore!

The referee drops Meta's hand and Freya comes into the room, wrapping her arms around her husband and kissing him warmly before the pair leaves the room. As Hank finally begins to stir on the floor, a medical technician enters the room to check on him as the show fades to a commercial break.

Winner:

Fang and his entourage enter the buidling. The Man in Black has a smug smile on his face as the events over the past few weeks have moved in his favor. The big black man next to him, Vic Gillot is also smiling. People now know the baddest, toughest bodyguard on the planet and they know not to mess with the Men in Black. Fang stops in front of Goth’s office.

Fang : Vic I’ve got some business to talk with my brother. I want you and the boys to get everything ready for tonight. Make sure things go well for my brother tonight in his match. It’s no longer about the Family and the Rebellion. It’s about showing the Universal Champion he isn’t untouchable. It’s about making the statement that I am still coming for what he has. So don’t let anyone get in my way tonight.”

Vic: Okay Boss. You just leave everything to me and the boys I’ll make sure we’ve got the place on lockdown.

Fang grins as Vic and his men walk away. He then knocks on the door and waits for Goth to tell him it’s okay to enter.

Vs.

Stormy: The following contest is the First Blood Match where the winner will become the number one contender to the AWA Universal Championship! Introducing first, from Orlando, Florida, weighing in at 275 pounds…he is “The Monster”…CHAOOOOOOOS!!!