Before he could answer, Jason Cash comes up behind him and puts a beer in his hand. Frankie takes a sip of the beer and quickly turns green. Jason looks Page Harris up and down and then drags Frankie down the hall as the start of his match is almost underway. The scene switches ringside.

Vs.

Tex: A Team Awesome Challenge match is about to happen right now, as Faust is facing off against a returning fighter that we haven’t seen in awhile!

Duff: That’s right Tex! Frankie Everheart, Jason Cash’s protégé, is back and I feel that he’s going to be giving fans their money’s worth!

Stormy: This match is scheduled for one fall! Whoever wins this match will have the honor of being part of Team Awesome! Introducing first, from Winnipeg, Canada, weighing at 218 lbs….FAUST!!!!

"Dream" by Dope hits the PA as the lights dim and a blue light flickers. Faust makes his way out onto the ramp where he gently jumps up and down looking at the crowd. He then makes his way down to the ring, slapping some fans hands on the way down. He slides into the ring, then runs to a turnbuckle and raises his arms, then jumps down and starts warming up his arms and neck as the lights go back to normal.

Stormy: Introducing his opponent! From Miami, Florida, 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 backflip into the center of the ring. The lights then return to normal.

Tex: Wait a second!!! What the hell???

Duff: Faust isn’t waiting for Frankie to warm up or anything! It looks like he just wants to end Frankie’s career right now!

The fans are immediately booing Faust as Faust hits a dropkick to the back of Frankie, then quickly follows it up with a back suplex! Frankie is down on the mat, feeling the back of his head as Faust exits the ring, the camera capturing him doing some venomous trash-talk as he screams at one of the staff attendants to get off the chair. She immediately does so as Faust folds up a steel chair and then rolls back into the ring. The referee rushes over, screaming at Faust to let go of the chair, but Faust walks past him and begins to blast Frankie Everheart in the back of the head with the chair!

Tex: Wait a damn minute! This isn’t even a match where weapons of any kind aren’t allowed!!! This is a screw-job!

Duff: Faust doesn’t care at the moment, Tex. He thinks he’s calling the shots tonight!!!

Tex: That isn’t going to last long, Duff. The referee is just about to call for the bell here!

As the referee calls for the bell, “Seek and Destroy” hit’s the PA. John Irons can be seen walking from backstage carrying a mike. He yells out grabbing everyone’s attention as he speaks with his deep booming voice.

John Irons: Hold it! Hold it right there ref! I got an idea. I got a marvelous idea. See I know that Erik Black is overseas taking care of business. And I know that man has helped train young Frankie here. I also know that these fans didn’t pay good money to watch the world’s best wrestling promotion for a quick match that ended in less than fifteen seconds after it started. So here’s what we’re gonna do. We’re gonna restart this match, and make it……a HARDCORE match! Better yet….since I know what young Frankie is capable of, it’s a do or die match too! First man to cause the other to pass out from profuse bleeding wins. So referee……..restart this match!

Tex: Holy Cow! Big John is back in action, and he ain’t taking NO for an answer!

Duff: He’s gonna make sure one of these two men leave the arena tonight in an ambulance!

Faust stops whacking Frankie and looks straight at John Irons, telling him that he ain’t the boss and screaming other types of profanity – even going as far as to give John Irons the middle finger. John Irons is NOT impressed at this display from Faust and waves a circling motion with one finger, telling Faust that he should be concentrating on his match. Faust ignores him – until Frankie lands a vicious low blow to Faust’s jewels! Faust keels over as John Irons now is the one to give Faust the finger of his own before he smirks and walks through the backstage curtain as Frankie applies a belly-to-belly suplex! Frankie takes the chair that Faust dropped a second ago and now continues to smack Faust in the face, the referee standing back and watching it all unfurl, now unable to do anything, since anything is now legal! Faust is unmoving as Frankie tosses away the chair, dragging away the poor fellow by the feet, in the middle of the ring as Frankie gets on the man and starts to unleash his full anger with blistering punches to the face, Faust not knowing where he is at all, blood starting to come of both his mouth and his nose! Then Frankie gets himself up, brings Faust back to his feet, then hits a northern lights suplex and then transitions the move into an armbar! Faust is immediately tapping, but the referee does not allow any submission instead, Faust screaming relentlessly and then lets it a REALLY loud scream as Frankie Everheart goes ahead and BREAKS the arm. Faust rolls away from him, crying out in rage as he slowly stands up and Frankie kips up to his feet, immediately rushing forward and getting Faust in a clutch, pushing into the lower-left corner of the ring, smacking away at his ribs with ferociousness Muay-Thai knees into Faust’s stomach. Faust is quickly beginning to lose breath, his arm broken, unable to do much and gets his nose broken with a swiping left elbow that was hit vertically from left to right! As Faust goes down on both knees, Frankie takes his left hand, grabbing Faust’s head from behind and gets a few knees in his face, Faust’s head back knocked backward a few times. Blood continues to gush out of Faust’s face, the crowd loving every moment of this beating. Frankie throws Faust to the ground and watches with satisfaction as Faust is now crawling on the ground, unable to get himself up. Frankie kicks Faust in the stomach hard as Faust cringes in pain and lies down on the ground, collapsing. The camera captures Faust rolling on his back, blood continuing to profuse all over. Frankie shakes his head back and forth, letting Faust know NOT to get himself back up – otherwise, more beatings will continue. Faust is one on knee now and Frankie decides that he’s had enough, taking both sides of Faust’s head with his two hands and delivers the finishing knee into Faust’s face! Blood gushes out of his mouth even more as Faust lands on the mat in a crumpling fashion, now completely unmoving. The referee gives Faust at least ten seconds as he counts it in, the audience joining him. It’s a slow count, but once the tenth count is reached, the referee immediately calls for the bell as Frankie once again shakes his head back and forth, now unimpressed with his opponent.

Stormy: Here is your winner and is now part of Team Awesome – FRANKIE EVERHEART!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tex: Faust is a fool. He thought he could get away with a few certain liberties and has now paid the price!

Duff: You’re right for once Tex – the man is completely destroyed in the ring and Frankie has officially retired Faust from the AWA. He did his job! One thing’s for sure, Tex – you don’t screw with the bosses around here!

Tex: Too damn bad – Faust gave Irons the finger and Irons decided that enough’s enough. Good riddance!

Frankie scoffs at his fallen foe with disgust before turning himself away and exiting the ring. The referee checks up on Faust, who is convulsing in the middle of the ring as we go to a commercial break!

Winner:

Modo is stretching and warming up in the back before his Television title match with Chris Shipman. AWA interviewer Foxxy Dreams walks in and hoves a mic in his face.

FOXXY: Modo, after your controversial promo last week, some people have been left scratching their heads. You have stirred a bit of controversy in recent weeks. What is going on?

MODO: What is going on? I'm trying to win the Television Championship, that's what. I do what it takes, everyone knows that. I don't look for controversy, I only speak the truth, that's what most fans like about me. You can take it or leave it.

FOXXY: Well, seeing this side of you, I would think you are very ready for this match.

MODO: Absolutely! I am prepared and confident. That title is mine. May God have mercy on Shipman's soul……NOT!

Vs.

The camera pans over the sold out Insomnia crowd, all standing and cheering and holding signs, as Stormy Canyon's voice rings out over the PA system.

Stormy: Ladies and gentlemen...the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a match for the AWA Television Championship! Introducing first...the challenger! From Toronto, Ontario, Canada! Standing 6'6” and weighing in at 245 pounds...THE ENIGMA...MMMOOOODDDOO!!!

Tex: Modo's had a nice run since his debut here in the AWA, Duff. A lot of people have him winning this match tonight, and walking away as the AWA's newest Television Champion!

Duff: As long as the Rebellion loses their gold tonight, I'm happy!

Tex: Um...Duff? You know that's pretty much over right?

Duff: I don't give a damn! They all still suck!

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...

Stormy: And his opponent! From the Georgian Backwoods! Standing 6'3” and weighing in at 235 pounds...he is the reigning AWA Television Champion...PSYCHO CHHHRRRIIISS SHIPMMMAAAANNN!!!

Tex: Fresh off of his return, Chris Shipman almost immediately captured championship gold! He's looking to make his first defense here tonight, but he's going to have his hands full with The Enigma!

Duff: Damn straight! No way he walks out with that belt tonight! But I guess at least he can go home and take a butter bath to soothe himself...or...something...

The arena lights go out and a spotlight focuses on the entrance way. A church choir starts making their way down the ramp and line each side. More lights come on lighting up the path to the ring. The choir begins singing Who Am I by Casting Crowns as Shipman appears in his ring attire and instead of the barbed wire noose he has a big cross in his hands. As he walks down the ring he seems to bless the choir and the fans. He enters the ring and gets down on one knee and seems to pray. He gets up and blesses the fans one last time before putting the cross down in the corner.

Tex: Well, we'll see if Shipman can keep his reign going.

Duff: Fifty bucks says he doesn't!

In the ring, Chris Shipman hands the Television Championship belt to Referee Chip Long, who holds it high over his head as the fans cheer loudly. He then passes it to the timekeeper, who takes the belt to his seat and lays it across the table as he sounds the bell, and the match is officially underway!
The two men come out of their corners slowly, beginning to circle the ring as they size each other up. They lock up in the center of the ring, pushing each other back and forth and twisting and grunting as they vie for position. Neither man can get an advantage, and they push away from each other. Shipman smiles as they circle the ring again, rushing forward and stomping his foot on the mat, laughing when Modo takes a small step back. They lock up again, and Modo quickly takes the offensive and traps Shipman in a side headlock. Shipman quickly breaks the hold, shoving Modo away with a smile as the fans cheer. Shipman moves forward slowly, stalking Modo around the ring. He lunges out to stomp his foot, taunting Modo once more, but Modo rushes forward! He takes Shipman down with a brutal clothesline, immediately jumping on top of him and pummeling the champion with right hands! Shipman writhes on the mat as he tries to evade the onslaught, his foot finally finding the bottom rope, forcing referee Long to step in and break them up. Modo steps back wearing a smile of his own as Shipman gets to his feet. Referee Long claps his hands together, telling the men to resume the match, and Modo doesn't slow down as he rushes forward to lock up with Shipman. They twist and writhe as they each try to gain the upper hand. Shipman makes the first move, sneaking in a knee to Modo's midsection and spinning around to Modo's back, wrapping his arms around his waist. Modo quickly gains his bearings, though, delivering an elbow to Shipman's face that forces his to break his hold and stagger back. Shipman removes his hand from his face, enraged to see that blood is already trickling from his nose.

Duff: Ha ha! Only two minutes into it and Shipman's already bleeding! Yes! You're gonna owe me fifty, Tex!

Tex: I never took the bet.

Duff: Yeah, but you didn't not take it, either.

Tex: Well, folks, we've got a helluva match underway already for the Television Championship!

Duff: You'd better pay up!

In the ring, Shipman is shaking with rage and the fans are cheering him on. He rushes forward, looking to lock up with Modo again, but Modo steps to the side and Shipman walks right into a brutal knee shot that doubles him over! Modo takes advantage, whipping Shipman into the ropes, meeting him in the center of the ring, hoisting him up and then dropping him to the mat with a back body drop! Modo holds his fists high in victory as Shipman lies on the mat, still clutching his stomach. Modo continues the onslaught, grabbing Shipman and hauling him up by his hair. He rocks the champion with a pair of right hands. He traps Shipman's head, twisting him around and dropping him with a swinging neck breaker! Rolling over on top of Shipman, Modo goes for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
Shipman gets his shoulder up! Modo rolls away from the champion, quickly getting to his feet, standing back as he waits for Shipman to do the same. As the champ gets up, Modo rushes forward, swinging for the fences with a wild clothesline! But Shipman ducks at the last second, spinning around behind the Enigma and wrapping his arms around his waist. With a grunt of effort, Shipman plants Modo with a german suplex! The fans cheer wildly as Shipman holds the bridge, going for a pin!
ONE!
Modo easily kicks out! The two men get back to their feet, clearly slowing their pace as they begin to circle each other once more. This time it's Shipman who gets the upper hand, trapping Modo in a side headlock, delivering two quick punches to the Enigma's face before rushing forward and planting him with a bulldog! The fans cheer as Shipman rolls Modo over, looking for a pin! But he changes his mind, grabbing Modo's throat with both hands as he puts all his weight into it, chocking the challenger!

Duff: Now that's just low!

Tex: Yeah, like you'd be saying that if it was Modo doing the choking!

Duff: That's different! He's an Enigma!

In the ring, Referee Long is trying to pull Shipman off of Modo, but the champ ignores him, forcing the ref to start counting. When he reaches the count of three, Shipman throws him an angry glance and releases his grip, getting to his feet and stepping away from Modo. The Enigma slowly gets to his feet and Shipman rushes in to continue the onslaught, connecting with a hard forearm to Modo's head. He grabs the challenger and whips him hard into the corner, rushing in and unleashing a brutal clothesline that knocks Modo to the floor! Shipman doesn't slow down, grabbing the ropes and stomping Modo furiously as the fans cheer him on! Finally as Modo slumps to the canvas completely, Shipman steps back. He hauls Modo up by his hair, leaning him against the turnbuckle. He delivers a hard chop to the Enigma's chest as a loud “Oh!” rolls through the crowd. The champ grabs Modo's legs, hooking them into the ropes so that he's spread-eagle in the corner. He takes a step back, rushing forward and unleashing a brutal kick to Modo's groin with Shattered Dreams! Modo shouts in pain, grabbing his jewels and falling face-first to the mat. Shipman smiles as the crowd cheers him on, dragging Modo to the center of the ring and turning him over as he goes for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
TH...KICK OUT! Shipman rolls away from Modo, slapping the mat in anger as the fans cheer. He jumps to his feet and rushes Modo, running right into a vicious elbow to the gut! The champ staggers back and Modo moves in, moving to the side of Shipman and taking him down with a russian leg sweep! Modo quickly goes for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THR...KICK OUT! The crowd cheers wildly as Shipman gets his shoulder off the mat, barely beating the count! Modo quickly gets to his feet, rushing to the corner and jumping to the top rope, crouching down on the turnbuckle as he waits for Shipman to stand. Finally, the champ slowly gets to his feet. He staggers around, looking around the ring for his opponent. He finds him too late, turning toward the corner as Modo launches himself from the top rope, connecting and taking Shipman down with a brutal Missle Drop Kick!

Tex: Shipman's in some trouble. Modo's gotten the upper hand and he's showing no signs of slowing down!

Duff: I'll take that payment in five crisp ten dollar bills, Tex.

Both men lie motionless on the mat for a moment, but Modo is the first to his feet, quickly gaining his bearings and hauling Shipman up. He whips the champ into the ropes, following close behind and unleashing a devastating clothesline that sends them both over the top rope! The crowd is on its feet cheering wildly as the referee starts the count!
One.....Two.....
Outside the ring, Modo has gotten to his feet and approaches the timekeeper's table, motioning and yelling at him to get the hell out of the way. The man quickly gets up and moves aside, and Modo grabs his chair, folding it up and turning back to Shipman just as the champion has gotten to his feet. Modo rears back and cracks Shipman across the back with the steel chair as the crowd goes nuts! Shipman staggers forward, but doesn't fall. He turns to see Modo rushing in again, swinging for the fences, but he's able to roll out of the way and the chair hits nothing but air!
Three.....Four.....
Shipman delivers a quick kick to Modo's gut, but the Enigma doesn't drop the chair. Shipman grabs for the weapon and now the two of them are pushing and pulling each other around as they fight for the weapon. Shipman delivers another blow to Modo's midsection, doubling him over with a knee strike and finally the Enigma drops the weapon!
Five.....Six.....
Shipman wastes no time, teeing off on Modo's head with the chair! The Enigma crumples to the arena floor, and Shipman continues the assault, bringing the chair down hard across his back once, two more times! Dropping the chair on the arena floor with a dull clang, Shipman slowly steps away from his opponent and slides back into the ring, heading to the corner and leaning on the ropes for support.
Seven.....Eight.....
Modo is beginning to stir, the shouting of the fans and the ref's counting urging him on as he gets to his knees and crawls toward the ring.
Nine.....Te.....
With a grunt of effort, Modo hauls himself onto the apron and rolls into the ring, barely beating the count as the fans cheer wildly!

Duff: Yes! I knew he was gonna make it!

Tex: These two men have turned this into a war, pulling out all the stops and they've still got more fighting to do!

Shipman staggers out of the corner, clearly in disbelief that Modo was able to get into the ring. He slides back out of the ring, picking up the discarded chair and bringing it into the ring with him!

Tex: Shipman better watch out! If he uses that chair in anyway, the match is an automatic disqualification.

Duff: Yeah, but the sneaky bastard will keep the title!

Referee Long yells at Shipman, telling him to get the weapon out of the ring, but Shipman ignores him, setting the chair gently on the canvas in the middle of the ring before moving over to Modo's prone form. He hauls the Enigma up by his hair, trapping his head and dragging him over near the chair. Referee Long continues his shouting, warning Shipman not to use the chair. Shipman flips Long the bird, holding his fist high in victory as he moves to plant Modo onto the chair with a DDT! Referee Long quickly bends down and snatches the chair away, tossing it out of the ring as Shipman nails the DDT and the fans are cheering and booing loudly! Shipman can't believe it! He gets to his feet and quickly gets in Referee Long's face, yelling at him for moving the chair!

Duff: Chip Long deserves a raise! He just gave Modo a chance to stay in it! Good for him!

Tex: All he did was stop an illegal move, Duff. That's kind of his job.

Duff: Shut up! I smell fifty bucks approaching!

As Shipman continues to argue with the referee, Modo gets to his feet and the crowd begins to buzz in anticipation. As he stands up, he stumbles toward Shipman and taps him on the shoulder. When Shipman turns around, Modo rocks him with a head butt, and quickly follows it up with a low blow that doubles the champ over! As the fans erupt in a chorus of cheers and boos, Modo sets Shipman up with his head between his legs, flipping him up onto his shoulders and holding him there for just a moment with a smile on his face before planting Chris Shipman on the canvas with the Modo Bomb! The crowd erupts as Modo goes for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!
The bell rings loudly, and Stormy Canyon's voice sounds over the PA system.

Stormy: Ladies and gentlemen...here is you winner...and NEW AWA TELEVISION CHAMPION.....MMMMOOODDDOOOO!!!!

The referee holds Modo's hands up in victory as “BYOB” blares over the PA. The timekeeper passes the belt to Referee Long, who hands it over to Modo. The Enigma holds the title high over his head, taking in the mixed reaction from the crowd.

Duff: Ha ha ha! You owe me fifty bucks, Tex!

Tex: There was no damn bet, Duff, for Christ's sake!

Duff: Fine, I'll just have it taken out of your check.

Tex: Well, folks, Shipman gave it his all tonight, but ultimately he lost control, giving Modo the opportunity to snatch the Television title and he took it!

Duff: Now that Shipman has lost the TV title, all we've got to do now is sit back and wait for Chaos and Matthew Toddi to beat the piss out of Ronin and take the Universal title, too! Damn! It's gonna be a great night!

Winner:

Modo makes his way out of the ring and up the entrance ramp, the Television title belt over his shoulder. In the ring, Chris Shipman has gotten up and is leaning on the ropes, trying to gain his bearings. With a final smile and a wave to the shouting crowd, Modo disappears behind the curtain and the camera cuts backstage to a locker room where none other than the Monster Chaos is standing in front of the camera, attired ready in his wrestling gear, he is ready and raring to go for his match later tonight, as the crowd see him they cheer loudly and chant his name, he grins before letting the chants die down a bit

Chaos: Oh hell yeah, it is good to be here tonight in Vermont for two reasons, you great fans...

The crowd pops at the cheap attempt to get a cheer as he grins a little

Chaos: Ha ha, that's right, however the other reason why it is good to be here in Vermont is because this town will see me leave as the AWA's Universal champion for the very first time in my career!

The crowd cheers again, Chaos takes it all in and waits for the crowd to calm down a moment before continuing

Chaos: You my fans have seen me go through a lot, from the tough times to the best times, I have been thrown off a scaffold, crashed through tables, spilt more blood than I like to think about, had a war in an ambulance match with my own brother and been thrown from the top of a hell in a cell, all in just these last few years all of that though has been worth it, every trip to the hospital, every single drop of blood that has been spilt from my body, every scar, every bruise, every win and every loss.... it has all led me to this point in time, it has been building me up to this moment in time, putting Metamania behind me finally, ending my brothers war against me and having him be under my control, all my long standing past issues are FINALLY behind me so now.... here..... tonight in Vermont I look to the future..... my future..... as AWA Universal champion!

The crowd is at fever pitch, he has them in the palm of his hands, he hasn't lost a beat in his ability to control the crowd and he is loving every minute of it as the crowd chants “Chaos!” over and over, the sound is almost deafening after his hyping up speech but he is not done yet

Chaos: Oh sure this is a handicap match, people keep wondering how Toddi and I are going to be on the same page with the belt on the line, we will be, the main focus here is to make sure Ronin leaves on a stretcher without the belt, one of us will be the belt but as far as I am concerned it will be me, Ronin tonight the clock stops on your time as champion, the Monster is coming for you and this time there is no one to help you....... tonight you mess with the best in the business so you will FALL like the rest!

The crowd break into another loud cheer as he looks very determined before walking off screen keeping it short, sweet but definitely to the point before we cut to another side of the backstage area of the arena, where Jade Green is standing in front of a large AWA banner holding a microphone. Ronin stands beside her, dressed in his ring attire with the Universal Championship belt over his shoulder. Ilati is at Ronin's side, dressed in black pants and a red tube top, her hand resting on his shoulder. Smiling into the camera, Jade speaks.

Jade: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm standing here with Ronin, the AWA's reigning Universal Champion, and he's just minutes away from putting his title on the line against not one, but two opponents when he steps into the ring against Matthew Toddi and Chaos.

Jade turns to face her guest.

Jade: Ronin, there have been more than a few words shared among the three of you. You said earlier this week that your opponents would have some sort of rivalry going on over who should get the victory, and it seems that it's played out right in front of our eyes. Tell me, does this make your job easier heading into the ring tonight?

Ronin smiles as Jade puts the microphone to his mouth and Ilati takes a step back.

Ronin: I know you hate it when I do this, Jade, but that's another of those “yes and no” questions. On one hand, it definitely helps because these guys are going to be just as worried about each other as they are about me. The fact is that it's just hard to compete when you've got your mind stretched like that. It's a recipe for disaster, really. On the same note, assuming that the tables turn and I find myself being pinned to the mat, there's a helluva chance that one of them will jump in to pull the other off of me to score the pin themselves, and that could definitely buy me a little time and let me get back into the game. On the other hand, though, none of that changes the fact that I'm in there with two guys who want what I have. I've said more than once that I don't view Matthew Toddi as a threat, but the fact is that in this situation I can't afford to take my eyes off either of them.

Jade: Well on a similar note, Matthew Toddi didn't seem at all pleased with Bill Barnhart joining you at ringside for this match. What's your opinion on it?

Ronin: Frankly, it's the same as it was the last time I spoke. I've never claimed to have a squeaky-clean record, and the fact is that I've taken advantage of more than a few of my opponents' mishaps and other situations to ensure a victory. I wouldn't put it past them to try something similar. But just like the parent who knows all the tricks their teenagers try to pull, I've done them, and I know exactly how they work. I'm not going to allow myself to be screwed out of this championship. I've held this title for over three months. I've worked my ass off to get it and to keep it. I'm not going to lose it because someone wants to try and be witty. Bill's not going to stand by and watch that happen, either. That's why he's coming down to the ring with me. Like I said before, he's just there as a little added insurance for me. And as long as Matthew and Chaos play it straight, the Bulldog will stay on his leash. How long he stays on it, though, is up to them.

Jade: you touched on something a moment ago that I'd like to ask you about. This will be the first time since winning the Universal Championship that the title's been on the line against more than one opponent. The war between the Family and the Rebellion is pretty much over, and everyone on both sides has said as much. But considering the way that things have unfolded lately, particularly with the return of John Irons and his attack on Jonathan Porter at No Man's Land, do you think that, if you win tonight, you can expect to be put in situations like this more often?

Ronin pauses for a moment, shaking his head and chuckling.

Ronin: First of all, Jade, there's no if I win tonight. I've said it all week and I'll say it one more time. Chaos and Matthew Toddi have already lost this match. But to answer your question...well, frankly I don't care. When I'm finished with those two tonight, then I'll move on next week and I'll keep doing just what I've done since February. There's a reason that since I won the International Championship back then, I've only suffered two real losses, and both of those were to Goth. Obviously, I'm excluding my last match with Jonathan Porter, as a Disqualification, especially one I didn't see coming, hardly counts as a loss except on paper. No. It's not because I'm the best there is or even because I'm better than the current roster. It's because I want it more. It's because I work harder for it. It's because I don't get wrapped up in wondering what people will think about me or what they see when they look at me. I'm not here to set the world on fire, Jade. My goal from day one has been to ascend to the position I'm now. Now that I'm here, that goal has changed. Now that goal is to eventually be the best. To be the best champion I can possibly be and to hold that position for as long as I possibly can. I bust my ass every day of the week so that I can step into the ring against whoever the office throws at me, overcome whatever they can put in my way, and leave the ring the same way I entered it...as the Universal Champion.
Chaos is a great competitor. You're never going to hear me say different. I've got almost as much respect for him as I do for Jonathan Porter. But like I've said time and time again, he just can't free himself of that weight he puts on his shoulders, but that's his battle to fight. Matthew Toddi may be great one day. He's got passion. He's got desire. But at this point in his career, he's just got too much to learn. There's no way in hell I'm leaving this arena tonight without the Universal Championship. Period.

With that, Ronin takes Ilati's arm as he turns and walks out of the frame, leaving Jade standing there in silence for a moment, shaking her head and mumbling something the microphone doesn't quite pick up. Forcing a smile, she turns back to the camera.

Jade: Well, there you have it, folks...I guess. Ronin looking to add another victory to his record and to extend his reign as champion a little further. Let's head to the ring and see how he fares!

Vs.

The camera feed switches ringside where Stormy Canyon is announcing the next match.

Stormy: The following handicap match is scheduled for one fall and is your main event for this evening! The AWA Universal Championship is on the line and whoever scores the winning fall will be the champion!

The crowd cheers as the lights in the arena go dark and AC/DC’s "You Shook Me All Night Long" hits over the PA and the lights from the stage burst into life as the lyrics quickly build to the chorus. Chaos makes his way out onto the stage, he raises his hands into the air as a barrage of pyro shoots upwards from the stage sending the crowd into a frenzy. Chaos half turns and sees Matthew Toddi emerging from the backstage area. The crowd isn’t as good to him, but he doesn’t seem to mind it much as he joins Chaos at the top of the wrestler ramp. Chaos and Toddi walk down to the ring and up the stairs. They both climb into the ring and jump on to separate turnbuckles, both raising their hands as another set of pyro shoots down from the arena roof behind Chaos and Toddi. Toddi seems mesmerized by the crowd reaction that Chaos is getting as the two of them jump down as Chaos’s music fades. Chaos comes over to Toddi and tells him it’s time to take care of business.

Stormy: Introducing first the challengers, weighing in at a combined 500 pounds…Matthew Toddi and “The Monster and Wrestling Machine” CHAAAAOOOOOS!!!

The two now simply stand in the ring, Chaos nodding to Toddi, trying to get him to relax, it being his first time at gunning for the Universal Title.

Tex: Toddi looks scared to be in there and I don’t blame him. He’s never faced the likes of Ronin. His only comfort in there is that he has a partner.

Duff: I’ll laugh if Toddi wins this and is our new Universal Champion. As long as Ronin would be supplanted, I’ll be happy! And others around here…well…won’t!

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…

Stormy: And their opponent, from Nashville, Tennessee, weighing in at 240 pounds…he is the AWA Universal Champioooon…ROOOOOONIIIIIIN!!!

The lyrics of Ronin’s theme are now audible…

"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. As the smoke clears, Ronin and Ilati step through the haze onto the entrance ramp to a jumbled chorus of cheers and chants, the Universal Championship belt shining around Ronin's waist. They walk to the bottom of the ramp and stop.

Ronin holds the Universal Title over his head as another pop of pyro goes off behind him.

He smiles ear-to-ear as he slowly walks toward the ring, chanting and high-fiving along with the fans on his way. He hands the Universal Title to Ilati, leaving her to stand outside the ring as he slides under the bottom rope and begins to circle the ring in anticipation, looking at both of his opponents.

Tex: This will definitely be interesting, it being two against one and all. We saw this situation happen the week after Metamania last won the Universal Championship at Full Throttle. And well, Metamania got pretty much taken apart.

Duff: He’s retired. Give it a rest Tex. You’re always the one telling me to focus on the match at hand. Tonight it’s Chaos and Toddi teaming up to take on Ronin for the AWA Universal Championship…you know, if you haven’t noticed!

Tex is silent as the referee assigned to the main event asks for the bell to be rung. The bell rings as Chaos instructs Toddi to get out to the ring apron. Chaos stays in the ring, ready to begin the battle against the champion. Ronin nods as he immediately goes to lock horns with the bigger of his two challengers.

Duff: Already a plus on the challenger side as Chaos takes charge of the team.

Tex: In the end though, you know that Matthew won’t just stand out there. He’ll tag his own self in if he has to and could very easily screw up their chances. Ronin will then be able to take advantage.

Duff: We’ll see if that happens Tex. But I doubt it. Chaos and Toddi have a history as a team, remember…

Chaos takes it to Ronin at the opening of the match and is able to toss him to the ropes. It’s here that Chaos mounts to the second rope and begins to deliver a few fists to Ronin’s forehead. Ronin stops the flurry though by pushing Chaos forward. Chaos stumbles but doesn’t go down. Instead he carries himself forward and clotheslines Ronin up and over the top rope. Ronin however holds on to the ropes as he’s now on the apron. Ronin hops back over them as Chaos goes to deliver a big boot. Ronin however catches the leg of Chaos. Chaos hobbles on his free leg until Ronin goes for a Pele kick, but telegraphs it too much. Chaos ducks the kick and butts his head right into Ronin’s side. This makes Ronin release Chaos’s leg as he sinks to the mat.

Duff: And Chaos right back in control, as he no doubt will be for most of the match.

Tex: I notice Chaos isn’t even looking at Toddi now.

Duff: He shouldn’t. He has the Universal Championship within his grasp!

Chaos, upon seeing the champ on the mat, goes to him and applies a sleeper hold, looking to really cinch it in. Ronin feels it immediately however and struggles to make sure that Chaos doesn’t get a lot of pressure applied. Ronin begins to get to his knees to stand up as the crowd cheers him on, chanting his name. Toddi meanwhile waits in his corner patiently, knowing that Chaos is doing his best to wear down the champion.

Duff: If Toddi gets in this, he might get a good stab at Ronin…

Chaos however is unable to keep Ronin down as Ronin breaks out of the sleeper. Ronin throws himself at the opposite rope, using them as a catapult to come back and deliver a cross body takedown to Chaos, flooring him to the mat. Ronin hooks the legs and goes for the first pinfall attempt of the match.
1!
2!
Chaos kicks out, rolling Ronin off of him. Ronin however goes to behind Chaos’s head as Chaos begins to pick himself off up the mat. Ronin grabs Chaos’s head and drops The Monster back down with an inverted neckbreaker.

Tex: Nice move! And the champion back in control!

With Chaos down close to the center of the ring, he’s a decent ways away from his partner. Ronin doesn’t even give him a chance to get there to tag in the fresh man. Ronin takes no more chances and goes to hit the Elder’s Wrath.

Tex: Wow, it looks like Toddi won’t even get a chance to compete here tonight!

Ronin plants Chaos and goes to pin him. The referee counts.
1!
2!
Thr-
Matthew Toddi breathes a sigh of relief as Chaos is able to kick out right before the referee’s hand hits the mat for the third time. The referee says that the match will continue after the close call.

Duff: And we move on. No easy win for Ronin tonight! At worst he’ll retain, but he’ll have to work real hard for it!!!

Tex: Which he will. Otherwise he wouldn’t be the Universal Champion right now.

Ronin just nods his head at the referee, and in that momentary lapse of judgment from the champion, Chaos gathers himself and rolls over away from Ronin, finally being able to tag Toddi in for the first time in the match, although a bit reluctantly. Toddi immediately climbs to the top rope in his corner. As Ronin turns around, Toddi flies off attempting to drill Ronin in the head with a diving kick. Ronin however swats Toddi down and the challenger crashes to the canvas.

Tex: Ouch…MAJOR inexperience right there!

Duff: Give him time. He’ll make up for that.

Ronin keeps his eyes on Toddi. Toddi slowly gets to his feet but unfortunately for the youngster, the champion wants again takes command, beginning to work Toddi over right arm over by applying an armbar. Toddi tries to cross his other arm over to punch Ronin down, but Ronin catches it then yanks Toddi’s arms straight downwards. Toddi’s head ends up between Ronin’s legs and the crowd cheers as Ronin goes for a sit-out face buster, which he connects on. Ronin rolls Toddi over and goes for the cover. The referee doesn’t even get to a one count as a recovered Chaos storms the ring and kicks Ronin right in the back.

Tex: Apparently Chaos didn’t like what he was seeing…

Duff: I wouldn’t either!

The referee tells Chaos to back off, which he does, but not before standing around for a few more seconds. Ronin gets up and sees Chaos, but by the time he’s done so, Chaos is back on the other side of the ropes where he should be. Ronin shakes off the effects to the kick in the back and begins to go back to work on Matthew Toddi. Meanwhile Chaos yells at Matthew to tag him back in. Toddi however is way out of position as Ronin gets a hold of Toddi again and brings him to a neutral corner. As Ronin mounts the ropes and begins to beat the tar out of Toddi with several punches down to the gut, Chaos digs what looks to be a cell phone from out of his wrestling shorts and calls someone, yelling into the phone.

Duff: Hey Tex, you don’t think he’s calling a pizza place to deliver everyone here pizza’s, do you?

Tex: I doubt it. I’m going to guess that he’s calling up Krusher who is just backstage, probably telling him to come out here to do something.

Duff: That wouldn’t surprise me. Although I’m still holding out hope for something good!

Ronin finally pulls Toddi out of the corner and whips him across the ring. Toddi slams hard into that turnbuckle. He stutter steps out of it and Ronin is able to grab a hold of him and set him up for a snap suplex. Ronin connects, but is unable to go for a cover as Toddi suddenly brings Ronin down for a roll-up!

Tex: Wait a second! He might have the champion here!

The referee sees the fall and immediately drops down to count.
1!
2!
Thre-
At the last moment possible, Ronin is able to release himself from Toddi’s clutches, stopping the referee’s count. The Ronin supporters heave a huge sigh of relief as the match continues.

Duff: You do know Tex that the longer this match goes on, the more you have to favor Chaos and Matthew. Ronin won’t be able to hold up. The numbers game will eventually wear him down.

Tex: It might. It might not. Time will tell.