It is the beginning of Insomnia a the Verizon Center in Washington, DC and the TRON crackles to life and the attention of the fans turn to the TRON as they want to see what message is being presented. The screen on the TRON is in static and then the static turns a pink mist. When the pink mist clears we see a close-up shot of Bulldog Bill Barnhart who is dressed in his wrestling outfit and he is ready to open Insomnia with his Grudge Match against Jonathan “Fang” Porter. The fans quiet down as Bill Barnhart goes “Shhhhhhhh!!!!” with his finger to his lips, on the TRON screen.

BULLDOG BILL: I want to open Insomnia tonight with a very special message. Mister Porter…your goons in black didn’t get me this week. Your comments didn’t get to me this week either. Nothing got to me this week Fang! I did my research and I know that you are still running around 50 to 60 percent capacity while I am at 90 to 95 percent of my capacity. So, Jonathan, how does it feel to come into our match with a 30 to 45 percent deficit in the ability and healthy category? I bet it feels like you just fell head-first into a septic tank huh? Have fun while you can Porter because you and me are going to get it on in just a few minutes and you cannot get out of this match now! Har har har!!!!!

The image of Bulldog Bill Barnhart on the screen of the TRON starts to fade out as the screen of the TRON again fills with pink smoke. All we hear is Bill Barnhart laughing hard as the smoke clears. Once the smoke clears the TRON screen is blank. We turn our attention to Tex Martin and Duff Travers who are ready to call the first match of the evening.

Vs.

The scene cuts to the center of the ring where Stormy Canyon stands with a microphone in hand, ready to announce the first match. The camera pans over the screaming and cheering fans as Stormy's voice rings out over the PA system.

Stormy: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a Grudge Match scheduled for one fall! As such, No Disqualification rules apply! Introducing first, hailing from Long Pond, Pennsylvania, standing 6 feet tall and weighing in at 220 pounds...JONATHAN “FANG” PPPOOOORRRRTTTEER!!!

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

Tex: Duff, Jonathan Porter's coming off of an epic clash with Ronin last week at WrestleQuest. Unfortunately it ended up in his defeat, but he was damn impressive in that match!

Duff: Blah, blah, blah. Ronin just got lucky and everyone knows it! Fang will be going back for that title real soon, dammit!

Tex: Oh, I'm sure of it. But right now, he's going to have his hands full with Bulldog Bill Barnhart.

As if on cue, Stormy's voice sounds again as Fang's music fades out.

Stormy: And his opponent, from Oakland, California. Standing 6 feet tall and weighing in at 240 pounds...BULLDOG BBBBBIIIILLLLLLL BBBAAAARRRRNNNNHHHAAARRRTTT!!!

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, walks along the ring apron, 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 ringing of the bell.

Tex: After a bizarre turn of events two weeks ago at Insomnia, Bill was ousted from the Family, only to join the ranks of the Rebellion last Sunday night at WrestleQuest!

Duff: I've always said that guy's an idiot! Fang's going to make him pay for stabbing Goth in the back!

Tex: Um...Duff...even Fang has said he doesn't have any grudge with Bill. On top of that, who stabbed who in the back?

Duff: ….......

Tex: My point exactly.

Duff: Shut up! We're about to start!

Stormy climbs out of the ring and heads to the time keeper's table as the bell rings and the match begins. The two men start slowly, doing a little measuring up. Bill stretches his neck as Fang does a few shoulder circles, getting ready for action. It comes quickly. Bill takes the initiative, rushing Fang and locking up with him in the center of the ring. They walk each other around the ring, twisting and writhing as they each try to gain the upper hand. Bill's slight weight advantage helps him out, and soon he backs Fang up against the ropes. Fang pushes back, but Bill sneaks in an elbow shot to the gut and Fang's arms drop for a moment. Bill quickly takes advantage, grabbing Fang's arm and whipping him across the ring. Jon bounces off the ropes and Bill rushes to meet him in the center of the ring. Both men unleash a clothesline at the same time, taking each other to the mat as the crowd cheers and claps. They both jump to their feet almost immediately, each of them allowing a grin to cross their lips for a split second. They quickly get back to business, Fang leading the charge and clocking Bill with a hard right hand and the two start to trade blows in the middle of the ring! Bill swings hard, but Fang ducks and moves to the side, driving his titanium-reinforced knee into Bill's midsection! Bill doubles over in pain, dropping to one knee and clutching his stomach. Fang gingerly walks toward the ropes, bouncing off of them and rushing across the ring, cracking Bill in the face with his knee! Bill falls straight to his back, blood seeping from his nose as a loud “Oh!” rolls through the arena.

Duff: Ha ha! Busted open already!

Fang smiles as he circles Bill's prone body, circling his arm a few times before suddenly nailing an elbow drop across Bill's throat! Bill convulses on the mat and Fang smiles as he gets to his feet, taking his time as he climbs out of the ring, reaching in to grab Bill's feet and dragging him out of the ring. Bill starts to fight back, though, kicking his free foot wildly and connecting with a square kick to Fang's jaw! As the Hunter stumbles back, Bill gets to his feet on the ring apron, leaping off and clobbering Fang with a double ax handle! Fang hits the floor and Bill doesn't waste any time, grabbing Jon and pulling him back to his feet, rocking him with a hard right hand. Bill drags Fang around the outside of the ring, grabbing him by the back of his head and throwing him into the steel ring steps! Fang collapses on the ground, rolling onto his back and holding his knee in pain. Bill doesn't slow down, grabbing the ring steps and rushing toward Fang, cracking the Wolf God in the head as the smack of unforgiving steel echoes through the arena! In a fit of adrenaline, Jon jumps to his feet, blood smeared across his forehead, stumbling around and swinging wild punches in the air. Bill continues his assault, reaching under the ring and pulling out a chair! He stands behind Jon, waiting for the flailing Wolf God to turn around. As he does, Bill unloads with the chair, cracking Fang in the head as the crowd cheers wildly!

Tex: So much for not having a grudge! Bill Barnhart is showing a side we haven't seen in a long time! He's turned this match into something just plain brutal to watch!

Duff: Oh, please! Anyone can beat the hell out of someone when they're holding a chair! Cheating bastard!

Tex: Um...it's No DQ rules, Duff. There's no such thing as cheating.

Duff: Whatever, Tex! That's like saying that if a tree falls and hits my wife but there's no one around, a chainsaw doesn't make a noise!

Tex: Wait...what?

Duff: Exactly!

Bill grabs Fang again, but is dropped quickly by a low blow! Jon slowly gets to his feet as Bill staggers back. He goes on the offensive, quickly pummeling Bill with a series of right hands. He knocks Bill to one knee, dropping him to the arena floor and going back to pick up the discarded chair. Turning back to face Bill, he raises the chair high overhead and smashes it down on Bill's skull! The loud clang of metal on bone rings out and the crowd cheers the fighters on wildly. Fang drops the chair, hauling Bill to his feet and kicking him in the gut, wrapping his arm around his head and planting Bill on the chair with a DDT! As Bill lies motionless on the arena floor, Jon reaches under the ring once more. The crowd buzzes with anticipation as he searches, cheering and screaming when he pulls out a long metal rod with its end wrapped in cloth.

Tex: Just what the hell is that?!

Fang moves back over to Bulldog's prone form, holding the rod high as he reaches into his jeans' pocket and pulling out something a Zippo lighter! The crowd goes insane as Fang flicks the Zippo, putting the flame to the end of the rod and igniting the cloth!

Tex: No way! No damn way!

Duff: Ha ha ha ha! Yes! Yes! Burn, baby, burn!

Fang puts the lighter back in his pocket, slowly lowering the end of the rod. Bill comes to his senses just in time, shocked to see the flaming rod inching toward him. He grabs the middle of the iron rod, kicking wildly and writhing as he tries to force it away. Fang strength and leverage are just too much! Slowly, methodically, the Wolf God presses down, smiling as the flames get closer. Then suddenly Bill's strength gives out and Fang pushes past his defense, laying the flaming rod onto Bill's chest as the arena erupts! We can actually hear the searing of Bill's flesh as he writhes and twists under Fang's onslaught, trying desperately to get away!

Tex: Jesus Christ! Jesus Christ! Someone get out here and stop this, dammit!

Duff: Don't be such a titty baby, Tex! Let 'em fight! Ha ha ha!!!

In a last ditch effort, Bill gathers himself enough to deliver a brutal kick to Fang's groin. Fang stumbles back, dropping the rod and falling to one knee, clutching his jewels as a ring tech has already come out to the arena and rushes past both men to put out the flaming cloth with a fire extinguisher. With the fire out, the tech goes to check on Bill Barnhart, but the referee pushes him away, telling him that this is a No DQ match and it's not over until someone scores a pin. As the tech slowly backs away and up the entrance ramp, Bill begins to stir on the arena floor. Already a great whelp is rising on his chest, and it's clear he will need medical attention. Slowly pushing himself to one knee as the crowd cheers him on and chants his name, Bill spots the fire extinguisher that the ring technician dropped when he checked on the fallen Bulldog. As Fang gets back to his feet behind him, Bill grabs the extinguisher, waiting as Fang approaches him. Without warning, Bill lunges out, driving the device into Fang's midsection! Fang falls to his hands and knees, but Bill doesn't stop, he raises the weapon again and smashes it into Fang's back! As Fang falls to his stomach, Bill drops the fire extinguisher and hauls Fang to his feet, driven on by the cheers of the fans and the adrenaline pumping through his veins. He stands on the ring steps, doubling Fang over and dropping him onto the unforgiving steel with a piledriver! The crowd erupts as the sound of Fang's head cracking on the steps echoes loudly and the Wolf God crumbles to the arena floor! Bill gets to his feet but quickly stumbles, leaning on the ring apron and clutching his burned chest in pain. He gets his bearings, grabbing Jon and throwing him into the ring, following close behind. As Fang lies motionless on the canvas, Bill grabs his legs and drags him to the center of the ring, wrapping Fang's legs around his own and falling to the mat, locking in a Figure Four! The crowd cheers wildly as Fang shouts in pain, twisting violently as he tries to break the hold.

Tex: Bill's got the Figure Four locked in and there's no Disqualification! There's nothing that will make the referee break that hold! Bill may have it won!

Duff: No way in hell! Come on, Jon! Break it! Break it!

The referee is right next to Fang, watching for a submission. Fang shakes his head furiously, continuing to try and break the hold. He scrambles toward the ropes, hoping to use them for leverage, but Bulldog overpowers him, pulling himself and Fang in the opposite direction, leaning back and using the ropes for leverage himself! Fang shouts in pain as the hold is clamped tighter, falling to his back and gritting his teeth, clenching his fists so tight his knuckles turn white. The ref is right in his face, asking if he submits. Fang shakes his head and shouts at the referee to piss off as the crowd starts to grow louder, chants of “Bulldog! Bulldog!” growing through the arena. Fang tries one last time to break the hold, twisting to his left with every ounce of strength he can muster, his entire body shaking with the effort...but it's no use!

Tex: It's over! Bill's got it won!

Duff: Ha ha! Not so fast, Tex! Look!

Gritting his teeth and grunting through the pain, Fang has reached into his jeans' pocket again, pulling out the Zippo lighter once more! The fans start to boo loudly as Fang sits up, shouting in pain as he stretches forward to grab one of Bill's feet, holding the lighter under his ankle and igniting the flint! Bill's tights immediately catch fire and Bill breaks the hold, rolling away and beating at his leg frantically, finally putting the flame out as a small hole is burned into his tights. He turns his attention back to Fang, but too late. Fang grabs Bill and hoists him to his feet violently, whipping him into the turnbuckle, following close behind and rocking Bill with a clothesline! Setting Bill up in the corner, Fang rears back and unleashes a furious chop to Bill's burned chest! Loud “Oh's!” roll through the crowd as Fang chops Bill again, once, twice, three times! Bill's chest is now raw and seeping with blood and as Fang backs away with a triumphant grin, Bill falls to the mat, rolling on the canvas and shouting in pain. Fang pulls Bill up again, wrapping his arms around his waste and planting him with a German Suplex! Holding the move, Fang tries for the pin! One...Two...Th...KICK OUT! Bill kicks hard, throwing the Wolf God off of him and scrambling to his feet. Fang rushes in once more, looking for a spear, but is met with a vicious knee to the face from Bill Barnhart! Driven on by a surge of adrenaline, Bill doubles the Hunter over and flips him into the air, driving him into the mat hard with a powerbomb! Falling onto the Wolf God, Bill goes for the pin! One...Two...Thr...FANG KICKS OUT!

Tex: I can't believe these guys are still going!

Duff: Don't worry, Bill won't be going much longer!

The two men stagger to their feet, both of them beaten and bloodied, small crimson patches dotting the canvas of the ring. The stumble around, circling the ring as they try to gain their bearings. Bill throws out a weak jab, and Fang easily dodges it. He throws another and Fang keeps his distance. Bill throws another, but Fang rushes in, grabbing Bill's arm and maneuvering beside him, taking him down with a Russian Leg Sweep! Spinning around and putting his feet on the ropes for leverage, Fang goes for another pin! One...Two...THRE...BILL KICKS OUT! Fang slams his fist on the mat in anger, jumping to his feet and getting into the referee's face, yelling that the count was too slow. The ref shakes his head and slaps his hands three times, telling Fang that his count was clean. Fang shouts at the ref as he walks backward...right into a School Boy roll up from Bill! The ref hits the mat and counts. One! Two! Th...KICK OUT! The two men are back on their feet as the crowd cheers louder and louder, urging them on. The pair start trading right hands in the center of the ring as the crowd cheers and chants! Bill gets the upper hand, though, grabbing Fang and whipping him hard into the turnbuckle! He rushes in and plants an elbow strike right into the Wolf God's throat! As Fang stumbles out of the corner, Bill traps him in a side headlock, rushing forward and dropping Fang with a Bulldog! The crowd erupts as Bill nails his finisher, but as he starts to go for the pin, “Big John” by Jimmy Dean suddenly blares over the PA system!

Tex: Now what's he doing out here?

Duff: Well, duh, Tex. He's here to help his little Rebellion buddy.

Tex: I'm picking up on your sarcasm, you know...

Duff: I hope so because I was laying it on pretty thick.

The fans cheer and shout as Big Bad John walks out of the backstage area, carrying what looks like a long glass light tube in his hand. Bill smiles as he watches John walk down the ramp, motioning for him to come on into the ring. Bill stands to the side as John enters the ring. Smiling from ear to ear, Bill turns around and goes to grab Fang. But John reaches out and puts a hand on Bill's shoulder, stopping him. Bill turns around with a confused look on his face and without warning John rears back and cracks Bill in the head with the light tube! Bill falls to the mat in a shower of glass and white powder, blood pouring freely from the cuts on his head. Dropping the remains of the tube, John reaches down and hauls Fang to his feet, smiling like a child looking for praise from a parent. Fang nods his approval and John turns and climbs out of the ring, not looking back as Fang gets Bill to his feet and hoists him onto his shoulders, dropping him right back into the fragments of glass with the Fatal Shot! Fang rolls Bill over and goes for the pin. One...Two...THREE!!!

Duff: Ha ha! It's all over!

Tex: Thanks to John Irons, or Big Bad John or whoever the hell he thinks he is, Fang pulls out a victory against Bulldog Bill Barnhart.

Duff: Wasn't it great?

Fang slowly gets to his feet and the referee holds up his hand in victory as Stormy's voice rings out over the PA system.

Stormy: Ladies and gentlemen...here is your winner...JONATHAAAANNN PPPOOOORRRRTTTEEERR!!!

Run This Town plays over the PA system as Fang climbs out of the ring and makes his way up the entrance ramp, passing a pair of medical takes rushing to the ring to check on Bill Barnhart.

Tex: Bill gave it all he had, but I guess he was just a little too trusting, and it cost him the match.

Duff: Even if John hadn't shown up, Fang still would've wiped the floor with his ass!

As the medical technicians enter the ring and attend to Bill, the show fades out to a commercial break.

Winner:

Du Hast by Rammstein begins blaring over the speakers as Shipman makes his way down to the ring. He has a smirk on his face and his carrying a stack of envelopes. He enters the ring and grabs a microphone from Stormy and signals for the music to die. He taunts the crowd a little as they boo him for interrupting the show.

Shipman: I know you all love me.

The crowd boos louder.

Shipman: Now if you Yanks would only shut up for a minute I can do what I came here to do.

The crowd boos and some drunk in the front row starts yelling “Kill the Queen” by himself.

Shipman: Now that isn't nice. I don't go around uttering death threats about your leader even if he has the middle name Hussein. Coincidence? Plus if I did utter a death threat I would get arrested just because I am white and he isn't. Hell these days, white is the real minority.

The crowd starts chanting a mix of “Shut up” and “Boring”.

Shipman: I will just ignore you now and get to business. As everyone saw earlier this week we had our annual AWA Awards show. While I was there and presented the award for worker of the year I got to thinking. These awards are fixed. So after the event I went and prepared for tonight. Ladies and gentleman I present the first annual Shipman Awards.

Balloons and confetti begin to fall from the ceiling and the lights begin flashing and the arena seems to become one giant dance club as Du Hast begins blaring. After a few moments the lights go to normal and the music stops.

Shipman: First up the award for not been used to his or her full potential. (opens and envelope) And the winner is Chris Shipman.

Shipman acts like he didn't know and dances.

Shipman: I would like to thank my fans and I promise for now on, the AWA will give me my chances.

Shipman grabs another envelope and starts again.

Shipman: Next, the award for match of the year. And the winner is Chris Shipman versus Bill Barnhart Hardcore Match from Insomnia. Oh my god I didn't think I would win but I guess electric-fried bulldog is a dish the judges liked.

Shipman laughs as the crowd boos the lack of respect shown by Shipman for the other wrestlers achievements.

Shipman: Next up is the award for best tag team. And the winners are... the unofficial longest reigning tag team champions in AWA history Chris Shipman and Wraith, The Monsters.

Thy Wraith blares over the speakers as Wraith makes his way to the ring with the old AWA tag belts over each shoulder. H gets the microphone from Shipman and addresses an unruly crowd.

Wraith: Wow never saw this coming. I can now say that me and Shipman belong in the Hall of Fame along side other great teams as the Tormentors, Grave Diggers, and The Killer Bees. I would like to dedicate this award to all the victims in our way who didn't even have the guts to stand up to us and give us this great honor.

Wraith gives the mic back and leaves.

Shipman: Our final award tonight is for Wrestler of the Year. And the winner is Chris Shipman. Oh my god I can't believe it. First I would like to thank my darling girlfriend Plaster Stormy. We did it baby. I would also like to thank Jesus. And Jason Stevens for been a good loser all the time. Oh I could go on forever but...

Du Hast begins blaring.

Shipman: I guess that means I am out of time. Toodles everybody.

Shipman goes up the ramp still dancing and celebrating till he goes behind the curtain and the music stops.

Moments before the fatal fourway match, Modo is doing some breathing exercises in his dressing room. Dressed in his wrestling gear and ready for action, Modo walks out of the room, only to be startled by Jade Green, who was waiting outside the room.

M: What the...!? Oh, Jade, hi..

JG: Hi Modo! I just wanted a moment of your time to ask about...

M: My thoughts on the match right? Sure Jade, I'll share my thoughts. My thoughts are that this is a tricky handicap match, and I have to be on my game to take on three opponents such as these.

JG: But Modo, it's a fatal fourway match, not a handicap

M: Sure, on paper. But like I've said all week long, I'm through relying on others and I will dominate this match beginning to end! Chris Shipman needs to stop worrying about my name and start worrying about the beating he will suffer. Casey needs to stop enlisting the help of others and do for himself. Stevens has retribution coming his way and I wil deliver it! ...My time has come!...

JG: And as for Hank or Faust? Any preferences?

M: Makes no difference to me....I'll cross that bridge when I get to it!

With that, Modo walks off to prepare his ring entrance.

The scene switches to the back where we see Big Bad Casey. He is seen warming up for his match against Chris Shipman, Jason Stevens and Modo in a Fatal 4 way to determine the next #1 contender for the International Title. He sees the camera and gives a sinister looking smirk.

Casey: Chris, Jason, and Modo, I will prove to the world why I belong in the AWA and deserve a title shot at the next Pay Per View when I defeat you guys, and cement my way to greatness. I am willing to do whatever it takes to defeat you guys, even if I have to team up with Chris Shipman to eliminate Stevens and Modo, so it will turn into a 1 on 1 match.

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

Casey: After I defeat these 3 goons and go on to get a 1-on-1 title shot, there will be no looking back. I will use them as my stepping stone because I am better than them and they know it. If I don't use one of them to eliminate the other 2, it would be them 3 attacking me because I am the biggest man in the match, so I will use one to help even the odds for me to better my odds of actually winning.

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.

The scene opens up in Jason "The Sensation" Stevens’ locker room, Jason is looking at the Team Awesome Trophy he earned last week at Wrestlequest 2 with disgust before throwing it in the garbage just as a surprised looking Faust walks in.

Faust: What are you doing Jason? We earned these titles at Wrestlequest.....

Jason "The Sensation" Stevens scoffs.

JS: Titles? These are fucking trophies! These aren’t real titles! If they where they would’ve had a decent name for crying out loud! No the real title will be around your waist later on tonight and it’ll also be the one that we’ll be competing for once I win the Fatal Fourway Match between myself, Chris Shipman, Big Bad Casey and Modo, hell we won’t have our first defence of these things until three months from now!

Faust shakes his head.

Faust: If you say so, besides I came in here to tell you that the Fatal Fourway is next.

Jason nods and walks out of the room.

Texx: Goth isn’t going to be happy about one of his new titles being disgraced like that!

Duff: TITLES! They’re fucking trophies and they have no place in the wrestling business!

Vs.

Vs.

Vs.

Stormy Canyon: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the number one contendership for the International Title next month’s PPV!! The first wrestler to come down the aisle stands in at 6’6 and weighs in at 245 pounds!! Hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada!!! 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...

Stormy Canyon: His first opponent, standing in at 7’1 and weighing in at 375 pounds!! Hailing from Nashua, New Hampshire!! Big Bad Casey!!!

Casey’s music hits as he walks to the ring, he goes through the different karate stances

Stormy Canyon: Their opponent, standing in at 6’3 and weighing in at 235 pounds!! Hailing from the Georgian Backwoods!! Chris Shipman!!!

The arena lights go out as the opening to Du Hast begins blaring. Strobe lights begin flashing as green purple and red spotlights move up and down the ramp and ring as the drums kick in. Smoke fills the curtain area as Shipman walks out from behind it and quickly moves down to the ring in his ripped jeans and noose. He just walks by fans reaching out to touch him and get hi 5's. He gets in the ring and tosses the noose to the floor as the lights go back to normal and the music fades.

Stormy Canyon: And their final opponent, standing in at 5’7, weighing in at 175 pounds!! Hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada!!! Jason Stevens!!!

The opening riff for "Beyond The Pale" by Exodus is herd over the PA and strobe lights flash accross the PA in time with the guitar riff, as soon as the vocals are heard a single spotlight signs on the stage and Jason emerges from the back with his mentor Steve Ramone following him close behind alongside Carrie, the crowd are mixed in there reaction to the trio as whilst they hate Jason they love Steve, Jason rolls into the ring and bounces of the ropes as Steve and Carrie take up positions at ringside.

The bell has rung as all four men stare at each other, suddenly as if it was pre agreed on by three men it is the smaller men that attack Casey. Pushing him in a corner as Modo drives his shoulders into the midsection while Stevens has gotten on his back and delivers a big kick to the side of Casey’s head. This is followed up by Shipman climbing out of the ring and getting behind Casey and starts to choke him out with a reversed chinlock while wrapping his legs as far as he can around his body.

Duff Travers: Isn’t that teamwork? This should be all men for themselves!! I don’t like cheaters!!!

Tex Martin: It is not illegal in a fatal fourway Duff, what you want to do? Disqualify them??

Duff Travers: I would give them a suspension without pay, but then again I’m just a broadcaster.

Casey fights back as he grabs Shipman by the head and throws him off his back. He then lifts his leg against Modo, this staggers the man as Casey then delivers a big foot to the face of Stevens as he came charging in on the seven footer. Casey then listens to the crowd cheering him on before grabbing Stevens and executes a big time Slam. He then turns his attention to Modo as he delivers a huge slap across the chest of the Canadian. He turns around towards Shipman, who has delivered a Cross Body Block from the top turnbuckles, but Casey catches him and delivers a big time slam.

Tex Martin: Casey is on fire!!!

Casey goes for the cover, but just as he is about to do so it is Modo that kicks him in the head with a stiff kick. He grabs Casey by the head and delivers several elbows to the side of his head and to his neck before locking him in a vicious sleeper hold. We can see Chris Shipman slowly get to his feet after the painful move that he went through by Casey as he staggers towards Modo, who lets go off the hold and then executes a kick in the midsection and follows it up with a DDT in the middle of the ring. Modo turns his attention back to Casey as the big man staggers a bit and Modo climbs the turnbuckles and dives off with a flying clothesline. This staggers the big fellow into the ropes and his arms are tied up into the ropes. The referee checks on Casey, but then sees Modo grabbing Stevens by the head and executes a big time Powerbomb in the middle of the ring into a pinning combination. The referee jumps towards Modo and slaps his hand on the canvas for the count of three and awards the victory to Modo.

Stormy Canyon: The winner of this match and Number One Contender for the International Championship!!! Modo!!!!

Modo slides out of the ring and heads to the back as the referee helps Casey out of the ropes as the shot turns backstage.

Winner:

Faust is backstage with Foxxy Dreams. Faust is wearing his wresling clothes, his hair looks like it has just be doused with water.

Foxxy: Tonight is....

Faust puts his hand up to stop her from talking.

Faust:"I know you are doing your job, but I can handle this. Tonight is my chance at carrying the AWA International title. The first belt for me to win. Sure it creates a giant "what if" situation. When I win the title and Jason wins his match, what will happen to our "Team Extreme?" How about we cross that bridge when we get to it. As for tonight, I am looking to make an example out of Hank and his crippled friend Chaplin. After stiches and pain, nearly causing severe damage, that little scub Chaplin attacked me with my back turned... so tonight I will concentrate on both men as they like to work as a team.

This won't affect my mindset, as I am fully ready for Hank and his cheating ways. I beat him before in his own playground. This time I am going to show everyone in the AWA that you don't screw with me. I can be just as vicious as anyone else. Tonight is going to be the start of a new International Champion, as I bury both of those parasites of this company."

Faust just smiles as he walks away as Foxxy Dreams is left standing without anything to say.

Vs.

Tex: Faust is hoping to attain the International belt and put it around his waist as he challenges Hank Henry III for that right in a ladder match!

Duff: Well Faust is going to need all the luck he can get to see that goal be realized, because Hank Henry III is a cheater and will do anything to make sure that belt stays with him!

Switching shots now, we get a close-up of the International title suspended in the air at the center of the ring. The next shot then shows the ladder standing outside the ring. Next, a few more aerial shots occur, giving television viewers a sweeping look at the cheerful audiences yelling, various signs held up with favorite catchphrases and sayings from different wrestlers, other signs resulting in either cheering or booing those wrestlers as well. Then we cut into a final shot of Stormy Canyon, who is standing in the middle of the ring, with a microphone in her left hand. The noise level from the audience dies down, which enables her to speak to the crowd, announcing the match and its contestants.

Stormy: This match is scheduled for one fall and it is a Ladder match for the AWA International championship! In order to win this match, either opponent in this match must set the ladder in the middle of the ring, and then climb the ladder step by step. Once they reach the top, they must take the belt that is currently suspended before the other opponent does in order to win both the match and the International belt!

The crowd reacts with a loud roar at her words before the noise dies down again.

Stormy: Introducing first, the challenger! 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.

Tex: Faust is giving a few occasional glances at the ladder as he is starting to warm himself up. This is going to be a very tough fight for him!

Duff: Since they’ve battled each other now, I think Faust has a good idea what to expect out of Hank Henry III. But Hank can be a surprising man if he chooses to be Tex!

Tex: You still think he’s going to win this match, don’t you?

Duff: Absolutely! With his fork by his side, that type of alliance is a winning combination Tex!

Faust is now pacing the ring, staring at the entrance ramp, as he waits for the arrival of the International champion as Stormy speaks into the microphone once more.

Stormy: Introducing his opponent! From Ellis, New York, weighing at 248 lbs, he is the current AWA International champion….HANK HENRY III!!!!!!!!!!!

Hank Henry comes out with his limping manager Chaplin Graves, they discuss the pro and cons of the upcoming match, if the mood suits them one of them play to the crowd. Sometimes he wears a cowboy hat. As Stormy exits the ring, Chaplin takes his place at ringside while Hank Henry III now stands alone, checking out the ladder before him, then steps aside and walks past the ladder, climbing up the steel steps as he enters the ring, staring into the eyes of Faust, who stares back. The two men look up briefly at the AWA International championship before taking their places at opposite corners. The referee inside the ring, seeing that both men are ready, calls for the bell to be rung. Seconds after the bell has rang, both challenger and champion leave their respective corners and circle the ring, trying to get an advantage over the other.

Tex: This is not going to be a happy outcome for the one that loses tonight!

Duff: It never is, Tex! Where the heck have you been?

Tex: Commenting with you each and every week, that’s where!

Duff: Sometimes, Tex, I worry about you, you know that?

The two men lock horns in the center of the ring. Due to size advantage, Hank Henry III pushes Faust hard, forcing the challenger to roll backwards and land on his feet. But the challenger comes back to his foe and surprises him with a low dropkick to his right knee. Hank Henry is kneeling on his left knee, but his face pays a heavy price as Faust whips out an Enziguri! The big man is down temporary as Faust manages to punt him hard in the stomach. Hank Henry III rolls away from the challenger and uses the ropes to get himself back up on a kneeling position once more. Thinking that he could punt him in the face, Faust foolishly rushes towards Hank Henry III as the champion feigned weakness. Hank Henry III, using his agility, whips out a very quick, but devastating clothesline that forces the challenger to create a 360 flip in the air before falling to the mat harshly. Hank isn’t about to let Faust rest from it, as he picked up the man and got a few knees into Faust’s stomach before finishing it off with a European uppercut. Faust staggered back a few paces, but went forward and tried to land a wild haymaker. Hank Henry III easily avoided that as he ducked, spun around Faust, clutching him by the waist and executing a german suplex, sending the challenger reeling! Faust is slowly up, but on all fours, but Hank Henry III, enraged at the earlier assault, rushes in and punts Faust hard in the face! A few teeth fly out of Faust’s mouth as he screams in pain, rolling away from the champion.

Duff: That’s nice! Faust is now going to be spending some time in the dentist’s office!

Tex: All the referee can do is yell at him, but not do much, since it’s in the ring and pretty much legal.

The referee does warn Hank Henry III of the kick, but Hank Henry III refuses to listen and walks past him. Faust is back on his feet and Hank Henry tries for another kick, but Faust blocks the attempt as he rises to his feet. Hank Henry III tries to shake off the hold, but it’s too tight, as Faust spins around and kicks the back ankle of Hank’s other leg, then spins around and lets go as Hank loses his balance and drops to the mat on his back. Faust is then quick to follow it up with a dropping elbow into Hank’s stomach. Hank tries to swat away at him with his feet, but Faust manages to get back up, getting a hold of both legs, his head rea. He goes for a Boston Crab maneuver, but Hank twists Faust around, making him crash to the floor in a spin. Hank then kip-ups to his feet and watches as Faust arches his back in pain. He picks up the smaller man, brings him to his feet, then plants two hard elbows into his face. Then he goes for a standing head butt, but Faust ducked under the move in time, then leaped in the air and jabbed the champion with a dropkick. It sent Hank Henry scrambling back to the ropes and Faust quickly charged forward with a jumping clothesline, sending the two men spiraling out of the ring together. Hank Henry III is now on the floor, writhing in agony, as Faust is back on his feet, stumbling a forward, but regaining his balance and striking a quick pose to the fans, who either cheer or boo him. Then he turns around and picks up the champion and whips him into the nearby post. But Hank Henry III reverses the move and Faust gets his face smacked into the post instead! Faust is dizzy at the moment, which allows Hank to run forward and land a solid chop block to the back of Faust’s left ankle. That brings the challenger down to one knee. Hank stops himself and turns around, going for a rising knee, but Faust sidesteps the move at the last possible second, grabbing Hank around the neck and slamming his face into the concrete floor with a swift DDT!

Duff: Gotta admit, that was a nice counter from Faust!

Tex: Hank could be in trouble if he doesn’t get it together in time!

Faust throws Hank back into the ring, then follows suit. He climbs the top rope and makes sure that Hank is down before turning around and leaping in the air with a moonsault. But Hank Henry sees the moonsault coming, however, and rolls out of the way, hoping that Faust falls flat on his face. But Faust chose to land on his feet instead as Hank Henry rose to his feet slowly. Faust goes to strike him down with a downward fist, but was blindsided by Hank’s agility as he finally got that rising knee he wanted earlier. That sends Faust staggering back a few paces, blood pouring out of his nose now. Hank then rushes in with a running clothesline, but Faust ignores the blood and sidesteps Hank’s oncoming charge, laying down the big man with a fast tolehold. As Hank crashes to the mat, face first, Faust lies on the right side of Hank and delivers three punches to the nose, the third one finally powerful enough to bust his own nose as well. Then Faust rolls forward as Hank is screaming in pain, feeling his own blood trickling down his face. As Hank regains his footing, Faust hits the ropes and goes for a cross body splash, but Hank was once again fast to counter, this time with a powerslam that came out of nowhere. Deciding that he’s now had enough; Hank rolls out of the ring and approaches the ladder. He quickly folds up the ladder, then turns around and slide the ladder in. He makes the mistake of stepping up on the apron as Faust is now up on his feet and hits the opposite ropes. He comes back and lands a nice baseball slide kick that pushes the ladder back and collides with both of Hank’s shins. Hank falls from the apron and is rolling on the outside, feeling the pain on his shins, crying out as Faust now bids his time as he starts to unfold the ladder.

Tex: It looks like Faust decided he’s had enough to and is starting to climb that mountaintop to just to make that belt his!

Duff: Cmon Hank! Get up! You can’t lose to a guy like this!!!

Hank is now up, but limping as he now sees Faust trying to climb up the ladder. He slides into the ring and climbs up behind Faust, smacking him on the back. Faust feels the pain rushing through his back, but tries his best to ignore it as he kicks Hank in the face a few times. Although those kicks hurt, Hank is stubborn as hell, refusing to give up as he get underneath Faust in a powerbomb position. Faust, realizing what is about to happen, tries to prevent as he now tries to smack Hank’s face. But Hank’s hold is tight and he sends Faust crashing to the mat with a vicious powerbomb! In response, the crowd gasps as the tremendous impact. Both men are now down, the referee unable to do anything, as he cannot count them out and waits for one of them to rise. Hank is the first to rise, albeit slowly. He cranks his neck back and forth, then glances back at the ladder and now takes up the right side. He is slowly beginning his ascent on the ladder as Faust is still down for a little bit longer. Hank has finally reached the top of the ladder and that’s when Faust began to make his move. He kips up back onto his feet, then rushes up the ladder and the two combatants are now exchanging their fists. Back and forth it goes, neither unable to gain the advantage. Chaplin, who has been shouting encouragement to his friend, made a decision on his own behalf; he steps up on the apron and the referee sees this. The referee approaches Chaplin and the two begin to argue about something as Faust now has Hank weakened with a swift elbow to his face. Faust glances over his left shoulder and sees the referee distracted. Unbeknowiest to Faust, however, Hank is smiling as he reaches into his tights and takes out his trademark fork, now holding it in his right hand.

Tex: NO NO NO!!!! Not like this!!!!

Duff: Awww yeah! That’s exactly the way Hank’s gonna get it done!

Faust yells at the referee for not doing his job here, but the referee is still distracted by Chaplin Graves. Faust dismisses the ref and turns his face around when he suddenly feels a stab in his neck! Blood gushes out of the right side as Faust screams with pain. Hank stabs the fork into his neck two more times, Faust unable to ignore the pain. Then Hank Henry rears his head back and head butts Faust in the face. The challenger is unable to keep his balance intact and falls off the ladder, landing harshly on the ring mat as Chaplin drops down from the apron side as Hank Henry quickly places the fork back into his tights seconds before the referee finally turned around. He never saw the weapon, however, but instead saw Faust on the floor, wracked in pain as Hank Henry III finally takes the belt off its hanging place and raises the title as the referee witnessed Henry’s final action and immediately yells for the bell to be rung as the crowd are cheering loudly.

Stormy: Here is your winner and STILL the AWA International champion……HANK HENRY III!!!!!

Tex: I can’t believe what just transpired! Faust is not going to be a happy man, seeing how Hank and Chaplin worked off each other to accomplish a victory!

Duff: So what, Tex? It’s not Hank’s fault that Faust laid his eyes off his opponent. He should have done his job and made sure to keep Hank weakened enough to take the title off his hands, but that didn’t happen! Faust should have known better!

The referee checks up on Faust, who is holding his right side of the neck with his right hand, staring a black hole through Hank Henry III, who simply grunts and shakes his head in disgust before climbing down the ladder. Then Hank exits the ring and walks up the ramp with Chaplin, who nods and smiles at his friend as Hank Henry III turns around and faces Faust, holding the International title high in the air as Faust is helped back onto his feet by the referee as he throws a litany of curses as Hank’s direction as the scene slowly fades into a commercial for the next pay-per-view!

Winner:

The scene switches to ringside as the next match is prepared. Tex and Duff are still commenting on the match that just transpired.

Tex: What a match between Faust and Hank Henry! I don’t think I’ve seen a better performance out of Faust yet!

Duff: Oh he deserved to lose and you know it! That was a cheap shot he made when he tried to cover Hank!

Tex: It was a clean cover you moron! You just don’t like it cause he was going to win the match and was going in for a clean pin. How many times are we going to argue over this trivial…

The Tron comes to life and interrupts the two duo as we see a crazed John Irons giggling and laughing from a unknown remote location.

Tex: Oh boy, what now?

Duff: Looks like the crazy circus is back in town. Let’s see what kind of crazy he has to spill tonight.

Big Bad John: HEHEHEHEHEHE! Looks as if My Master’s plan is working perfectly! Yes, wonderfully! That bore of a General Manager Canis AND the Darth Goth Palpatine are now out of the picture and My Master can claim the Throne! But all is not over just yet! I still have to teach that freak of nature John Henry Irons some manners! He cheated in the match! You all saw him use sprinkles and balloons in our match! He will bleed once more for my teachings of the baptism of blood! I will have my revenge for thy master! I swear on it! Mother’s name too! HEEHEHEHEHEHEHE!

Tex: So if I’m getting this right, he’s been brainwashed to think that Fang is his master, and he’s securing the throne….err….the domination of owner of Asylum Wrestling Alliance!?

Duff: Good! It’s about time we got someone around here that knows what the hell they’re doing!

Tex: Only because you’re on HIS payroll too.

Duff: What?

Tex: Nothing.

Big Bad John: My Master will make me Universal Champion when he’s got the power of the Gods! One member of That nasty Rebellion is out, and another retired! WHEE HEH HEE HEE HEEE! That leaves only two left until My Master’s plan is complete. I will have my way with that old man Barnyard! He will be on permanent vacation when I teach him my baptism! HEHEHEHEEE! My Baptism of Blood! Your time is running out, old man! We’ll see you very soon! AHAHAHA!

The Tron cuts to static then fades out.

Duff: Good for him! Taking out that old trash will be a piece of cake!

Tex: I wonder how he plans on accomplishing that when he has yet to take care of Big Bad Casey?

The camera cuts backstage where we find Stormy Canyon standing by for an interview with one of tonight's participants in the main event

Stormy Canyon: I am backstage with one of the four men in tonights main event, you all know him as “the Monster” ladies and gents, Chaos!

Chaos: Oh yes the stage is set, the time is nearly here, the main event, Brother teaming with Brother to take on Brother and his partner... well that freak Dmitri, it is going to be one hell of a fight and I know our opponents are going to bring their all but I promise each and every one of you fans that tonight, The Psycho is going down at the hands of the Monster!

The crowd goes wild and begin chants of “Chaos! Chaos!” as he grins a little

Stormy Canyon: This certainly is a personal match between you and Krusher but how about teaming with your younger brother, is this a return to tag team for you....

Chaos: This is the first time we will team together in front of the world, who knows what to expect but the fact is with my strength and his speed we are a perfect combination this is no doubt about that but is this my return to a permanent tag team.... maybe, but for now I have one goal to become Universal champion and I will do that but I tell you all that this won't be the last time you see Toddi and I team together

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

Chaos: However before I can go to fight for the Universal title, before I can team with Toddi on a regular basis, before I take this company by storm I need to put down my older brother, to teach him a lesson!

The crowd is at fever pitch after his emotional words and he ain't done yet taking the microphone from Stormy and taking centre screen all to himself

Chaos: Krusher, Toddi and I are coming for you and your partner for tonight, we are bringing the pain and there isn't a damn thing you can do about it, the fact of the matter is this is our time, our moment to be in the spotlight and we are going to take it with both hands and run with it, your anger filled B.S has made you feel strong all week but by the end of tonight you will ear your words and my fists, tonight prepare for blood to be spilled, tonight prepare to be ANNIHILATED!!!

The sold out crowd goes nuts chanting his name over and over again at deafening levels, he stands there determined before handing the mic' back to Stormy he looks at the camera for a moment, the crowd still cheering loudly as he walks off screen

Vs.

Stormy: The following tornado tag team match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Orlando, Florida, weighing in at 275 pounds…he is The Monster…Chaooooos!!!!

The lights in the arena go dark and suddenly AC/DC "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 as 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 continues to walk down to the ring and up the stairs, climbs into the ring and jumps to the second rope, raising his hands once more as another set of pyro shoots down from the arena roof behind Chaos, he jumps down as the music fades and he is ready to get down to business!

Stormy: And his partner, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at 225 pounds…Matthew Toddiiii!!!

“Speak Your Mind” by 12 Stones hits as Matthew Toddi is introduced and 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 the announcer and warms up by pulling the ropes as he waits for the opponents to arrive. Matthew comes off of the ropes and nods his head at his partner Chaos until finally the lights dim down low.

Stormy: And now their opponents! First, from Moscow, Russia, weighing in at 275 pounds…Dmiiiitriiiiiii…

Vampiria's Legacy in Blood hits as the arena goes black and the Titan Tron slowly starts to drip blood until the name of Dmitri appears. Dmitri slowly walks out to the ring. He does not concern himself for the people that are either exchanging their hands to touch him or to throw their drinks at him. As he gets to ringside, Dmitri climbs up the steel steps and gets into the ring before he stares at the people all around him. He then looks over at Chaos and Toddi, with a look of business on his face.

Tex: Now this could be an interesting pairing between Dmitri and Krusher…

Duff: It’ll be interesting to see how they work with one another. I wouldn’t be worried about Chaos and Toddi. They have seemed to be on the same page with one another ever since last weekend.

Breaking Benjamin’s “Breakdown” hits the PA as a huge "wall of fire" pyro blasts up from centre stage. The arena lights begin to glow red and the flames die down. The fans in the arena give a mixed reaction, some booing while others cheer as The Psycho known as Krusher appears from the entrance. He walks down to ring with a purpose. When he gets half way down the ramp, he runs down the rest of it and then slides into the ring under the bottom rope. He walks over to the side of the ring, grabs the top rope and lets his anger out in a loud scream while pyro explodes from all four ring posts at the same time. The lights return back to normal and the music starts to fade out as Krusher gets pumped up for his match, staring down Chaos and Toddi who are on the other side.

Tex: It will get interesting if Chaos and Krusher tie it up in this match, but it doesn’t look like things are going to start that way. From the looks of it, it’s going to be Krusher and Toddi getting us started.

The bell rings and Krusher looks over at the opposite corner to where Chaos stands on the ring apron. Toddi yells at Krusher to keep his focus on him. Krusher listens by going for a clothesline. Toddi however ducks and grabs Krusher from behind. He goes to lock him up and bring him up for a German suplex, but Krusher is too strong for Matthew and he easily powers out. Krusher turns right around and blasts Toddi right in the jaw with a high knee. Toddi stumbles around the ring until Krusher goes for a knockout blow. He lines up Toddi and spears him into the far side ropes, amidst cheers from the crowd for the maneuver.

Tex: Krusher making the first statement here.

Duff: Things will no doubt change once Chaos gets in there.

Krusher lets out a roar and heads for his corner. He half-heartedly tags in Dmitri.

Tex: Now that I don’t think was smart. Krusher has Toddi right where he wants him. Why give way to your partner and give Toddi a few seconds to recover?

Duff: I don’t know. Why don’t you ask him?

Dmitri continues wearing down Toddi, but those few seconds proved helpful for Toddi, because as soon as Dmitri goes to lock in the Vampire Bite, Toddi drops down and takes Dmitri’s legs out from under him. Dmitri stumbles around and Toddi races to his corner and tags in Chaos. Krusher rolls his eyes as Chaos gets in and immediately begins to get to Dmitri. He applies a simple sleeper hold but soon tires of that as he sees that it’s not making Dmitri fade. So Chaos locks up with Dmitri and goes to deliver a belly to belly suplex, which connects. With Dmitri on the canvas, Chaos goes for the first pinfall attempt of the match.

1!

2!

Dmitri kicks out but Chaos doesn’t go anywhere. He does get back up to his feet and delivers an elbow drop to the throat of Dmitri. Dmitri seems to be a bit out of it, but as Chaos goes to partially bring Dmitri up, Dmitri suddenly delivers a chop to Chaos’s chest.

Tex: He was playing possum!

Duff: At least THAT’S smart!

Dmitri looks over at Krusher but shakes his head, deciding not to tag back in the other half of the former Blood Brothers. Instead he continues to do the work by himself. He delivers a reversed neckbreaker to Chaos, dropping him to the mat. Chaos holds his neck but Dmitri turns and pins Chaos again, hooking both of the legs.

1!

2!

Chaos kicks out and attempts to roll towards his corner, but Dmitri stays on him like he’s the predator and Chaos is the prey.

Tex: Chaos knows he needs to tag in Toddi, but he hasn’t been able to get there yet.

Duff: His chance will come. Dmitri isn’t as good as he used to be.