The cameras pan around the crowd and then focuses on the ring which has a podium with a big white cross painted on the front of it. Stormy Canyon is standing off to the side with microphone in hand. Suddenly the lights go out and a single spotlight focuses on the entrance way. A church choir begins walking out from behind the curtain and lining the path to the ring. They begin singing Who Am I as Shipman slowly walks to the ring with cross and bible in hand.

Stormy Canyon: Ladies and gentleman. Please welcome Reverend Chris Shipman.

Shipman enters the ring and sets the cross in a mount on the podium and sets the bible down. The choir is silent as the lights come back on.

Shipman: Welcome my flock to another sermon. See for every sinner we cleanse there seems to be another ten. Well it is time to even the playing field. See everyone, look to your left and look to your right. One of them is unclean and it is up to you to determine which one it is. May the lord give you the power to strike down the unclean. Failure to do so will result in you yourself been unclean by not wanting to rid the world of sinners.

Shipman waits and sees none of the fans beating each other so he grabs the bible and holds it high in his right hand.

Shipman: This book right here explains everything but you scoundrels and hoodlums are too lazy to pick it up and read it to know that you have all just sinned. But I guess I should have expected that in a city like Cleveland. This place was always full of sinners. You people even have a racist name for your major league baseball team. The book condemns racism. We are all equal in this world except for the sinners. You sinners are to this world what your media outlets portray the Muslim religion as.

Shipman puts the bible down.

Shipman: Now everyone bow your heads and say a prayer. I will try to cleanse as many of you as I can.

Shipman bows his head. The crowd isn't doing it. Instead they are throwing garbage in the ring and chanting boring.

Shipman: Lord, forgive the men, women, and children here tonight for they do not know the wrong of their ways. We ask you for your forgiveness and for me not to use my physical strength to aide in the cleansing progress. With that said may Sinner John Irons spend the rest of his miserable life burning in the fiery depths of hell for not wanting to be saved and rather lay a hand on me. May he experience more pain and suffering then he went through in Iraq or Marine training. And may his family join him for supporting him.

A bottle of water nails Shipman in the back of the head causing him to jump back up and the fans erupt in cheer.

Shipman: May that sinner who hit me burn in hell with the Irons family.

Shipman lowers his head again as the fans get louder with the boring chants.

Shipman: Lord, save as many of these people as you can and together me and you will keep you fully supplied up in the heavens above with an army of the cleansed. Amen.

Shipman raises his head.

Shipman: Now for a verse. Mark 16:16. He that believeth and is baptized shall be saved; but he that believeth not shall be damned. See you next time my flock. Amen.

Shipman grabs the cross and bible and seems to bless the crowd before exiting the ring and going backstage.

The camera cuts back stage and we can see one third of Team Awesome, Krusher, in his locker room, pumped up and ready for action against Frankie Everheart in a few moments time. The camera zooms in on Krusher as he looks up at the camera with a look of confidence in his eyes as he speaks.

Krusher: Frankie, I know you are watching this so listen up. We've been verbally trashing each other all week, and now the time has come to take action. In mere moments you will step into the ring with me, one more time, and you're going to attempt to beat me. Yeah, good luck with that! Tonight, after all is said and done, you will be laying on the floor in a broken heap, with me standing over you victorious after either pinning your ass, or making you tap out. That's just how it's going to be Frankie, it's what you get for messing with the best! Last week you told the world you, along with Hank Henry III and Jason Stevens, that you were going to defeat my brothers and I, and well, that didn't work out quite like you had hoped now did it? Now, you think that you can beat me this week in singles competition? Frankie, you are even more stupid than I thought. You don't stand a chance in HELL of beating me tonight, and you damn well know it! The whole world knows it Frankie, so the way I see it, you should either leave now while you still can, or you can come down to the ring and get served with a Death Sentence!!!

Krusher shoves past the camera man and starts to laugh as the scene switches back to ringside for the match.

Vs.

Stormy: The following opening contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Miami, Florida, weighing in at 200 pounds…Frankie Everheart!!!

The lights dim as the first notes of “Raining Blood” by Slayer begin to echo through the arena. Out steps Frankie Everyheart 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 as his music slowly fades out.

Tex: Frankie is out here to get back on track. He is no longer a member of Team Awesome as those duties now fall on the Blood Brothers, one of whom he faces tonight.

Duff: He’s got a daunting task here. Krusher has never been and will never be a slouch.

Stormy: And his opponent, from Orlando, Florida, weighing in at 237 pounds…he one-third of Team Awesome…KRRRRRUSHERRRRR!!!

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 the ring with a purpose. When he gets half way down the ramp, he runs down the rest of it and then slides into 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. Frankie Everheart, throughout Krusher’s entrance, has kept to one corner of the ring, waiting for the pre-match rituals of Krusher to come to an end.

Tex: They both look ready to compete, that’s for sure!

Duff: We’ll see how things go. I’m betting that Krusher will come out on top though. He’s more seasoned than young Frankie.

Krusher looks over at Frankie, making sure that all of his focus is on his opponent. He actually tells Frankie to go for the first blow and Frankie’s a bit hesitant to do so. Finally though he goes for a clothesline, but Krusher suddenly goes for one at the same time. Both men duck their opponents clotheslines and quickly spin back to face one another.

Tex: Both men expected that.

Duff: Well these two did just go at it last week too you know…

Tex: I’m well aware of that. What I was trying to say Duff is that it’s going to take more than a simple clothesline to pull off a win here for either of these two. One of them is going to have to catch the other napping…

Krusher seems to snap as he suddenly goes to bull rush Frankie. Unfortunately for the Blood Brother, Frankie sidesteps him and Krusher’s head goes right between the second and third ropes. It’s here that Frankie delivers a knee lift to the jaw of Krusher. Krusher feels it as Frankie pulls him away from the ropes. Getting Krusher completely back into the ring, Frankie goes to keep command attempting to deliver a pump handle slam, but Krusher blocks it. Frankie goes for another one but it’s blocked again. Frankie decides now to just simply whip Krusher against the ropes. On the rebound however Krusher spears Frankie right down to the mat. Krusher grunts as soon as the impact is made. The crowd ohs as Krusher goes for the first pin.
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Frankie kicks out, using up quite a bit to do so.

Tex: He was able to kick out after Krusher’s spear, but I don’t know if I can give Frankie much of a chance here.

Duff: I can’t give him ANY after that!

Krusher stands back up and goes to lift Frankie up for the Breakdown, but Everheart blocks and once his feet are back on the mat, he flips Krusher up and over. Krusher collapses to the mat. Frankie follows this up double underhook piledriver, which connects! For the first time in the match Frankie has good control and goes for a cover.
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Krusher rolls the shoulder and kicks with his powerful legs out of the pinning predicament. Krusher seems to have a beet red look on his face as he quickly begins to get to his feet. Frankie however remains composed and delivers a nice shining wizard that startles Krusher.

Tex: Perhaps we gave up on young Frankie too soon…

Frankie stays on the offensive and attaches on to Krusher, looking to plant him with a Futuristick. He connects on the northern lights suplex but when he goes to apply the armbar, Krusher simply pushes Frankie away from him. Krusher begins to shake off the cobwebs. But he doesn’t get much time to do so as he senses that Frankie has since scaled to the top rope. He turns around just as Frankie’s coming off the top rope and spears him right in midair!!! The crowd gasps as Frankie gets completely obliterated by the Psycho.

Duff: Spear in midair! That should write an end to things! Krusher on top again!!!

Krusher looks really intense now as he grabs Frankie and sets him up for the Death Sentence. However Frankie must still be conscious as he suddenly pulls Krusher down into a rollup pin!
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Thr-

Duff: OH that was so close!!! Come on Krusher. Get your head back in the game!

Tex: Frankie almost pulling off the win there. That would have been a huge blow to Krusher and his brother Chaos would probably never let him forget it.

Duff: You’re bringing up Chaos at a time like this?! This isn’t about Chaos. This is about Krusher!

Krusher seems to hear them from the announce table and just as Frankie is getting a bit of separation to set up for his next move, Krusher turns and spears Frankie down again, practically spearing Frankie out of his wrestling shoes! Krusher hooks both of the legs as the referee drops to make a count. Meanwhile Krusher reaches his arms up and holds on to the ropes for leverage as Frankie struggles to get out from underneath the Psycho.
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Tex: What the? Hey wait, Krusher cheated!

Duff: And I applaud him for it! Great job by Krusher to win this match!

Krusher slides out of the ring but stands at ringside as “Breakdown” by Breaking Benjamin begins to play. Frankie stands up and pounds his fists against the top rope as he glares out at Krusher. Meanwhile Stormy’s voice makes the official announcement.

Stormy: Here is your winner of the match…KRRRRUSHERRRR!!!

Frankie turns and looks at Stormy for a brief moment before giving the referee of the match an angry look before telling him that Krusher had his hands on the ropes for extra leverage. The referee says out loud that he didn’t see it before he rolls out of the ring and heads for the back. Frankie just shakes his head as Krusher celebrates on the wrestler ramp.

Duff: That referee was great! Telling Frankie exactly how it is!

Tex sighs and just glances over at Duff. Duff looks back.

Duff: What?

Tex: I don’t know about you sometimes. But we have a long night here in Cleveland and it’s just getting started. We’ll be back after this…

The scene in the arena fades out to a short vignette for Red, White & Bleeding…

Winner:

"Pain for Pleasure" Sum 41's tribute to 80's metal bombards the house speakers in the Quicken Loans Arena. The lights flicker between their normal white and a neon fuchsia. The single word 'PAIN' stamps itself onto the big screen and Cleveland nearly blows the roof off the arena. A spotlight illuminates a microphone stand in the centre of the stage. From the back strolls a familiar figure in a black leather jacket, camo pants and gray t-shirt.

Duff: Is that?

Tex: You betcha!

The dreadlocked African-American steps to the microphone and addresses the world.



Pain: Hi, Cleveland.

Uttering two simple words, Marshall White - Pain - brings the audience to their feet.

Pain: Wow! Thank you, really, thank you. I'm not just here to get some TV time at the expense of the Asylum. What I'm here for is to make a simple announcement and to lay down a challenge.

Pain: I haven't set foot in a professional wrestling ring in about two years. That changes now. I'm laying down an open challenge to anyone in the back to a match at "Red, White and Bleeding" in Phoenix next week. I don't care if you're a champ or a chump because after Marshall White's AWA debut, you will feel the Pain!

With the challenge laid down to the entire Asylum roster, Sum 41's "Pain for Pleasure" returns to batter the p.a. system as Pain gives Cleveland a quick wave and heads backstage...

Modo sits in his dressing room sofa and looks down at the Television title sitting in his hands. He has a smirk on his face as he polishes the face plate.

Don't worry my lady. I won't let that bad man take you away. We belong together and no one can come in between that. Sure, Laz will try his best to take you home, but we're not having any of that, are we?...no, of course not... Not Laz and not anybody else can stop what we have going. I am on my way to being the greatest Television Champion of all time, and defeating Laz tonight will go a long way in cementing that legacy. Don't worry honey, you're safe here with me. Together we will rule the AWA in a way no other champion ever has. This week shouldn't be too difficult, but it will only get harder as we go along. I do hope you are ready for the ride we have in front of us because I know I am. I want you to watch from ringside tonight as I defend your honour against this GI Joe wannabe...you just watch, you just watch...

The camera cuts out as Modo remains crouched over his title belt and smiling.

As the camera pans over the sold out crowd, the lights in the arena suddenly dim and the TRON crackles to life as the fans begin to buzz in anticipation. Suddenly, Ronin's face fills the oversized screen and the fans erupt in cheers and chants of his name.

Duff: Great. Now we've got to listen to this idiot. What the hell's he doing on the TRON?

Tex: Hell, Duff, I don't know. He's not scheduled to be in attendance tonight.

As the noise in the arena dies down, Ronin smiles from the massive screen and starts to speak, stifling a chuckle.

Ronin: And I'll bet you didn't think you'd see me tonight. I know I'm not scheduled for an appearance, but I think you'll all forgive me and humor me for just a moment as I've got just a couple of things on my mind I'd like to bring up. First of all, I hope all of you will tune in next week to Red, White, and Bloody. I won't pretend to know any details regarding my own match for that card, but I've been assured that it will be well worth your time, and one of my greater challenges to date. I, for one, am greatly looking forward to the show, and I hope you are, too, but there will be plenty of time to talk about that next week

Duff: Yeah, so quit wasting your breath.

Ronin: Now, on to new business. You see, over the course of the last few weeks, I've had something of an epiphany. I've said many times that I'm here to be the best. That's been my goal from the moment I first climbed into a wrestling ring at the ripe age of sixteen. I've been chasing that goal ever since, and now I'm there. The rankings on paper, the belt around my waist, the bonuses I receive for successful title defenses, they all say that I'm the best. So just what the hell am I running around and chasing? Exactly. Not a damn thing. I've finally realized that I'm exactly where I've wanted to be. There's nothing else for me to chase. Not only am I the reigning Universal Champion, but at the moment I'm also just six weeks away from matching Marissa Swanson's record as the longest reign as Universal Champion, and I plan to surpass it. Jonathan Porter, my greatest rival, can no longer vie for this belt so long as I am champion. Meta Jackson, a personal friend of mine, but a very real threat, is gone. The Monster Chaos has come against me four times now, and each time he's walked away in defeat. Each of the AWA's “Top Dogs” have come against me, and been forced to walk away, still looking up at me upon the throne of Universal Champion. I now enjoy a position where I don't have to hunt anymore. I can simply sit back and wait for the prey to come to me. Make no mistake, however. There are still wars to fight, and battles to win. There is still prey to be had, and I will have it.

He pauses for a moment, reaching somewhere beside him and holding up a shot glass full of what looks to be bourbon.

Ronin: So here's to those who walk in my shadow. Sooner or later, one of you will rise from the darkness to take my light for yourself. I sincerely wish you luck, whoever you are. And here's to the thrill of the hunt, which I no longer have to feel, but that I will one day return to. Here's to the ring, and the honor and glory it promises all of us.

He drains the contents of the small glass, sighing deeply as he sets it down. With a nod and a smile toward the camera, he chuckles as he turns his back, and the scene on the TRON fades away.

Duff: So what the hell was that all about?

Tex: You're kidding, right?

Duff: Not really. I kind of just zone out anytime I hear his voice.

The shot changes to Goth’s office where he is seated as he puts the fianl papers down.

Goth: Next week we got our next PPV, Red, White and Bleeding. And the Universal Championship belt will be defended in one of the most dreaded matches that we will ever see. It will be a three stages of hell match where we have weaponry, we have electricity and flames surrounding the ring… we have 2 men that will wage war to determine the winner of this dreadful match… The rulings of this match will be announced shortly when the participants are announced….

Tex Martin: Wow!! This is awesome!!

The scene cuts to the next match

Vs.

Tex: This is amazing! Laz only fought one opponent so far, who turns out to be Bulldog Barnhart, and now he already got a shot at the Television title!

Duff: I have to admit, you’re right on this one, Tex. Laz may already become the quickest AWA television champion to be crowned tonight if Modo doesn’t slip up tonight! But I doubt that’s going to happen!

Tex: Why? You’re already doubting the rookie? Shame on you!

Duff: It’s not that, Tex, it’s just that Modo has been proving himself to be a superb wrestler these days, so I have a strong feeling that he’s retaining!

Tex: No way! You’re on then! Laz is going to steal the show tonight and surprise the entire world in my opinion! But let’s see how it all goes though…

Stormy Canyon enters the ring and stands in the middle, raising the microphone to her lips and speaks to the crowd.

Stormy: This match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the AWA Television championship! Introducing first, the challenger! From El Paso, Texas, weighing at 250 lbs….LAZ!!!!!!!!!!!!

Enter Sandman by Metallica plays on the PA as fog fills the arena and the light fade lower. The titiantron comes to life with images of the American flag as Laz steps out onto the ramp. Red White and Blue pyros light up the arena. As the fog seeps away he walks down the ramp and to the ring

Tex: Laz is grinning from ear to ear, for he is very confident that the title is his tonight!

Duff: I’m going to laugh if you turn out to be wrong. Karma is going to be a pain for you to deal with, my friend!

Stormy: Introducing his opponent! From Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing at 245 lbs, he is the current AWA Television champion…..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...

Duff: Modo is holding up the TV title for the arena and the rest of the world to see as your chosen wrestler, Laz, stares at him.

Tex: One thing you and I can agree on is seeing a great fight and I expect the crowd is in the mood to see what these two gents can come up with!

Modo hands over the title to the ref, who quickly shows it to Modo, who replies with a nod. Then he walks over to Laz and shows it to him, who also replies with a nod. The ref hands the title to one of the officials on the outside and calls for the bell!

Tex: About damn time!

Duff: Here we go!

The two men circle around the ring, hoping to get an advantage from the other. Laz and Modo, challenger and champion respectively, lock horns in the middle of the ring. Modo takes the initiative, putting Laz into a headlock, keeping him there briefly for a few moments. Laz then counters by shoving Modo to the ropes, the champion returning and giving a shoulder tackle to Laz, putting him down. The two men gaze at each other briefly before Laz rolls onto his stomach while Modo jumps over him and hits the other side. Laz stands up and then leapfrogs over Modo, who ducks underneath and bounces off the ropes. As Modo returns, Laz goes for a hip toss, but Modo lands on his feet and counters with his own hip toss; Laz also lands squarely on his feet and the two immediately back off each other. Then they circle around each other once more, knowing that they have a tough battle ahead. Both Laz and Modo lock horns once more, with Laz getting Modo into a headlock of his own before throwing him over his back and shoulder onto the ground and trying to subdue him with a choke around his neck. But the pressure wasn’t too tight as Modo was able to escape from the submission maneuver easily, the two men standing up on their feet. With Modo still in the headlock from Laz, Modo gets out of the hold with three elbows into Laz’s stomach, causing the challenger to back away. The champion spins around and goes for a clothesline, but Laz read him quick and ducked underneath it, spinning around him and clutching him by the waist, hitting a terrific german suplex! It looks like a pin attempt is made, the referee counting it! 1….2….but Modo kicks Laz in the head with both feet, ending the pin attempt. Modo is first to rise back onto his feet, dropkicking a rising Laz in the chest, sending him back a bit into the ropes. Laz feels his back on the ropes and waits for Modo to charge at him with a maneuver. He was right in this regard as Modo goes for a cross-body splash, but Laz ducks underneath the move and Modo is sent flying out of the ring, his back colliding with the barricade! Laz jumps out of the ring and lands on the floor outside, as the referee is beginning to count them both down. Modo rises to his feet and is taken by surprise by how Laz is coming with that spear of his! But in the last possible second, Modo flew to the side, Laz unable to stop his momentum and crashes through the barricade, breaking a part of it down! Modo brings his fallen foe to his feet, subduing him with punches of his own into his stomach before tossing him into the ring. The champ then rolls back into the ring, then takes Laz’s legs and drags him back, making sure that he doesn’t use the ropes to break the pin attempt that Modo’s about to do. Then Modo goes right into that pin attempt, hooking the leg as the referee counts it in! 1….2….but Laz kicks out right before the ref could slam his hand onto the mat for the third time! Modo picks up Laz and throws him into the lower-left corner, then slaps his chest three times, the crowd oohing with each hit! Then Modo tries to irish-whip Laz into the other side of the ring, but Laz reverses it and Modo’s back is smashed into it, causing great pain. As Modo stumbles forward, Laz once again surprises Modo with his fast speed as he nails that spear!

Tex: See??? What did I tell you, Duff? It looks like Laz could do it!

Duff: Heh, I wouldn’t be counting out Modo here, Tex. That’s a bad idea!

Laz goes for the cover as the referee now counts it in. 1…2…but Modo barely gets the shoulder up! Laz stands up and kicks him down like a dog on the street for a little while. Then he follows it up by taking a hold of Modo’s left arm and putting him into tremendous pain with an armbar submission! The referee immediately rushes to Modo’s side and asks him if he wishes to give up the match. But Modo answers by shaking his head back and forth, all the while crying out in pain as Laz tightens up the pressure on the arm, yelling at Modo to give it up! But the champion refuses to submit and rolls backward onto his feet, Laz forced to let go of the arm. As Laz tries to take back control as he gets himself up, Modo denies him that pleasure as he executes a straight high drop kick to the chest once more, sending the big man back a few steps. Modo makes him think that he’s going for another charge of sorts as Laz goes for a wild haymaker. Modo expected the move and anticipated it by ducking underneath it, then gets Laz into a Russian Leg Sweep and executed the move brilliantly! Rolling the challenger over onto his back, Modo goes for the pin, the referee slamming the mat as hard as he can! 1….2….but Laz got the shoulder up in time! Picking up the challenger, Modo stands behind him and then goes for a swinging neckbreaker, but Laz was able to push him off of it, Modo falling on his ass onto the mat, feeling the pain climbing. As Modo tried to stand, he got clobbered from behind with an axe-handle smash. The force of that hit forced Modo to stumble forward into the lower-right corner of the ring. As he turns around, the champion is instantly greeted by the challenger’s punches that hit the stomach in rapid succession before ending with a vicious uppercut! That stuns Modo, as Laz steps back and waits for the champion to come forward. Modo does so and Laz easily carries him high before dropping him onto the mat with a sidewalk slam! Laz, feeling that victory is finally his, goes for the cover, hooking the leg, the referee hitting the deck to count it in! 1….2…but Modo kicked out as the last possible second! Laz is unhappy with the result, but decides to soldier on, picking up the champion, taking a hold of his left arm and tries to smash his abs into pieces with a few quick roundhouse kicks, Modo groaning with each hit inflicted! Then the challenger performs a shoulder throw, Modo landing on the mat hard in a sitting position. Laz follows it up with a choke hold from behind and tightening up the pressure as Modo feels his lungs starting to give out from the submission maneuver. The referee once again rushes to his side, asking Modo if he wishes to give up the match and forfeit, but Modo is stubborn, the crowd getting behind him, chanting his name! Hearing their call, he slowly rises up to their feet. Laz is doing everything he can to maintain that hold, but it’s no use as Modo is now on his feet completely. He strikes Laz with three elbows into the stomach, the bigger man forced to let go, keeling over as he steps back. Using his own speed, Modo unleashes a signature move of his, an Enziguri out of nowhere! Laz is stunned by the move and falls onto the mat, currently unmoving!

Duff: Modo is going to win this one right here, right now!

Tex: Are you kidding, Duff? Laz isn’t about to give up on a match like this yet!

Modo, feeling the people as they continue to chant his name, goes for the pin! 1…..2…but LAZ BARELY GOT THE KICKOUT! Modo quickly backs off from Laz, amazed that Laz could still continue! But Modo quickly shakes off his surprise as he kips up to his feet. He picks up Laz and hits his chest hard with a couple more hand chops, then he throws Laz to the other side. Laz doesn’t come back from the ropes, however, for he manages to get a tight hold of the ropes and watches with satisfaction as Modo leaps for a dropkick and misses completely. Modo tries to stand up quick, but is greeted by a kick to the stomach and Laz goes for a pedigree! The fans are either booing or cheering the challenger. The challenger doesn’t seem to hear them, however, as he drops a couple of elbows into the chest of Modo, the champion feeling the pain rising up through his chest! Then he adds further insult to injury by taking both of Modo’s legs and applying the sharpshooter! The fans are now going nuts as Modo’s eyes are as wide as dinner plates, gritting his teeth as he feels the pain shooting up through his legs now. Laz is roaring his battle cry, hoping that the title is his, as he waits for Modo to tap the mat a few times. But he is denied that constant sound and instead can feel Modo crawling to the bottom rope on the right side of the ring. But Laz is bringing the pressure to a whole new level, making this even harder for Modo to break out of it. But Modo is able to survive the onslaught and finally touches the bottom rope with his left hand! Laz is told by the referee to let go, which he does. Laz then takes the champion and drags him back to the center of the ring, this time trying to go for the Boston Crab. But Modo refuses to be a part of another submission maneuver by pushing the bigger man back with his feet. Laz is unhurt by the move as Modo once again kips up to his feet. Laz goes for a spear, but Modo counters with a monkey flip, yet Laz counters that move by regaining his footing upon landing. Modo goes for a spinning back fist, which Laz catches and goes for a spinning shoulder throw, Modo landing on his feet this time. Then Modo jumps on the second rope and goes for an elbow, Laz bringing his arms and fists in front of his face and blocks the oncoming move in time, stepping back a few paces. Laz lets down the guard on his face and spots Modo going for a front kick, but Laz catches the foot and forces the champion to flip backward in the air. Laz then seizes the initiative as he beheads Modo with a vicious clothesline just as Modo lands. Modo feels the brunt of the blow, now lying on the mat as Laz decides to finish the job once and for all! He picks up the helpless champion, stands back, and goes for a roundhouse, which would have ended in a boston crab for the win! Modo, however, catches the leg in time, trips Laz with the other leg, then nails him in the stomach with a nice elbow drop to his stomach, forcing the challenger to lose his breath. Then Modo quickly ties one of his own finishing maneuvers, the Sharpshooter! With Laz out of breath and the pressure tightening more than ever, it looks like Laz is trying to hold out as much as he can. Finally, no longer able to handle the pain any longer, Laz quickly taps the mat several times! The referee sees this happen and instantly yells at the officials outside the ring to ring the bell! Modo’s theme blares out at the speakers as the crowd goes nuts!

Stormy: Here is your winner and STILL the AWA Television champion….MODO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tex: Oh crap, I should have gone with Modo for the win and instead with Laz! This really sucks!

Duff: What did I tell you? Karma is not going to be kind to you in the days to come.

Modo is handed the championship by the referee, who raises his hand in victory as the crowd chants his name all over. He then climbs up the top rope and is now celebrating his victory as the referee goes to check on Laz as the scene slowly fades to black…

Winner:

The crowd is going crazy as another top notch Insomnia is well under way. The ring is empty as the lights dim and the vicious attack on Jonathan Porter is replayed on the Titantron. Brenda Gillot walks out and stands in a spotlight on the center of the stage. She’s wearing a normal business suit. She has a microphone in her hand.

Brenda: Last week, my husband, Jonathan Porter was viciously attacked by his own twin brother, Jacob. This attack damage the mechanisms in the replacement knee on Jonathan’s left leg. An emergency surgery was performed and the damaged knee was replaced. This means that his brother’s attack was all for nothing, and Jonathan will be back to kick ass here in the AWA. I would like to point out to John Irons that Jacob Porter is NOT a contracted member of the AWA roster. He is someone who is an outsider and was here to help the rebellion only because he hates his own brother so much. Jacob should be banned from anymore AWA events before his unstable mental status causes even more problems with the AWA….

Suddenly the song Unholy by KISS blares over the PA. Brenda looks to the entrance way and backs up. Jacob Porter come walking out wearing a white cotton button down shirt with a cross on it. He pulls out his own mic and grins at his brother’s wife.

Jacob: Brenda, I really think you need to go to the back before something bad happens to you. You see the attack on Jonathan last week was ONLY the Beginning. I intend to destroy my brother’s legacy by whatever means necessary. If that means putting his lovely wife in a hospital bed next to him, I’ll do it. Now go back stage and get me a sandwich from Kraft Services, would ya, Sis?

Brenda fumes and mouths I’m going to make sure they get rid of you, before she walks back stage. The fans are deathly quiet as the listen to this new side of Jacob Porter. A few fans are chanting Jacob’s name. This actually seems to enrage the man.

Jacob: Shut up, I don’t want you disgusting vermin mentioning my name.

Tex: What the hell, Jacob.

Duff: He’s crazy, isn’t that what John and Brenda have been saying this whole time. Oh that’s right, Fang’s an evil lying son of a bitch so he can’t be right about his own family.

Jacob: Let’s get one thing straight. I didn’t do what I did last week for YOU PEOPLE. I did what I did last week for me. I ruined my brother’s knee because I wanted to. I want to take away the one thing he loves most in this world. Now you may all think that that is his wife Brenda. It’s not. It’s the Wrestling World and most specifically the AWA. You see MY LITTLE BROTHER, has always been the more popular one. He’s always been the more successful one, and he’s always had his pick of the finest women. Meanwhile I’ve always had to struggle in my little brother’s shadow. I’ve always been second best, even to the girls at school. We look exactly alike and yet he always had the hot women falling at his feet. When he proved to our father he was the better business man, Jonathan stole the company I had worked hard side by side with my father to build, because my father thought he could run it better. Even my own bitch of a mother favored that bastard more than me. So now I’m going to ruin the thing he loves. I’m going to burn the AWA to the ground, and nobody can stop me.

The fans are in shocked silence as Jacob stands there a crazed look on his face.

Jacob: Nobody can stop me in my righteous new mission, not Goth, not Canis, not John Irons, Nobody. The AWA will come burning to the ground and fade into history, and when I free you pathetic, wretched people from it’s barbaric influence, YOU WILL THANK ME.

Jacob walks backstage as Unholy blares over the PA once more and the crowd is still in shocked silence.

The camera cuts to the backstage area, in the locker room of none other than the Monster Chaos, the crowd is going crazy as the man himself speaks out

Chaos: Last week, I went out to that ring with my brothers, as a unit, as a team and we did what we said we were going to do, leave as winners! Now we are here as Team Awesome tag team champions, we proved we are some of the best wrestlers in the business today and we will continue to prove that week in, week out...

Chaos lets the crowd's chant of his own name take over for a moment, breathing in deeply before speaking out once more

Chaos: Now while I wait for Krusher to bring me my drink around, I have a few things to say about tonight....

Chaos: Tonight, I go one on one with the fear bringing, ass kicking, no holds barred, man of the world, unstoppable force that is..... Drake Chevelle!

Chaos pauses, the crowd is silent for a moment, the serious face that was over Chaos drops as he bursts out laughing

Chaos: I'm sorry I thought I could say that with a straight face, Drake Chevelle is a tiny little foot note on my epic ass! He came through those doors with a cocky attitude, making himself out to be the best in the world today but he hasn't done shit yet, tonight he goes one on one with the man you all know as the Monster, he is in way over his head, tonight he is going to find out the hard way that when you mess with the best....

Chaos: They FALL like the rest!

The Monster grins then walk off as we go to the next part of the show

Vs.

The next match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Payson, Arizona...DRAKE CHEVELLE!

"Don't let me be misunderstood" by The Animals comes over the PA system, the lights go out once "I'm JUST A SOUL WHO"S INTENTIONS ARE GOOOD!!" sound, and then the theme song cuts off suddenly, that's when you see utter darkness with the exception of the cameras flash from the fans and media. The song starts itself over as the entrance ramp emits grayish blue smoke from the sides in an arc form, with a big pop then rain shower of silver sparks upon the entire arena, as Drake slowly emerges from the now ramp covered cloud of smoke, he makes a dramatic slow strut to the ring each step he takes a ramp light turns on, following him to the ring. He soaks in the fanfortism as he imitates doing a line of cocaine along the ring apron, he then rolls in the ring and jumps on the top turnbuckle getting the crowd even more crazed and pumped up for his match.

STORMY: And his opponent, from Orlando, Florida...CHAOS!

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 barage 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!

Drake Chevelle hops up and down in one spot. He is anxious and excited to be in his first AWA match. Across the ring from him, the veteran, Chaos stands stone faced and motionless. As the bell rings, Drake approaches his opponent, but Chaos pushes him away. Drake spins behind Chaos and immediately rolls him up from behind into a pin attempt! Chaos kicks out at one and a half, but both he and the crowd look stunned. Chaos gets to his feet and tries a clothesline, but Drake ducks it and grabs Chaos' arm and props his on his back and into a back slide. Chaos' shoulders are on the mat in another quick pin, and again he kicks out after one and a half. A shocked Chaos runs at his opponent, but Drake takes him down with a drop toe hold. As Chaos tries to get up, Drake grabs his leg and rolls into another pin attempt! 1....2....kickout!

TEX: This is unbelievable! Three early pin attempts by Drake Chevelle!

DUFF: Drake's trying to put this away early, but there's no way that Chaos will allow that to happen!

Both men back up, and this time Chaos connects with a hard right hand to Drake's head. A second punch sends Drake to the canvas. Chaos runs off the ropes, but Drake is up and sweeps his feet away. He grabs a hold of Chaos' legs, but the Wrestling Machine kicks him away. He gets up and hits a knee lift to Drake's midsection. He runs off the ropes and connects with a spinning heel kick. This time it is Chaos who tries a pin, but Drake reaches out and grabs a hold of the bottom rope. Both men are on back on their feet and circle each other cautiously. Drake raises a big boot to Chaos' face and rolls him up into yet another pin attempt! A two count, and Chaos rolls over into a pin of his own. He also gets a two count and Drake rolls over into another cover. This time Chaos kicks out at one and jumps to his feet. He looks furious and connects with a sudden clothesline. He lifts him up and sets him up for a pump handle slam, which he hits. Drake is slow to get back to his feet and Chaos grabs him by the hair and whips him backfirst into the turnbuckle. With his opponent reeling in the corner, Chaos connects with a series of sharp chops. He whips him into the opposite turnbuckle, and as Drakes stumbles back, Chaos hits a back body drop. Chaos covers...1...2...kickout by Drake Chevelle. Chaos tries an Irish whip, but Drake reverses and sends Chaos into the corner this time. He lands some punches on him, until Chaos blocks one and spins Drake into the corner, against the ropes. Chaos blatantly chokes Drake with his hands. He releases the hold as Drake drops in the corner. Chaos lands a kick to his chest, before lifting him up and hitting a belly to belly suplex. Another pin attempt, and another kick out at two. Chaos runs off the ropes and tries an elbow drop, but Drake rolls out of the way and he hits the canvas. Drake then runs off the ropes, but Chaos has gotten up and meets him with a kick to the midsection, followed by a reverse DDT. Again, he goes for a pin, this time Drake kicks out after a one count.

TEX: Have you ever seen a match like this, Duff?

DUFF: I've lost count of the pin attempts!

Chaos stomps down on Drake and then applies a sleeper hold. As the crowd gets behind the newcomer, Drake manages to get to his feet and elbows his way out of the hold. He tries to run to the ropes, but Chaos grabs him by the hair and slams him down to the mat. He throws Drake over the top rope, but Drake manages to hold onto the top rope and remains on the ring apron. Chaos runs at him and Drake pulls down the rope, sending Chaos crashing hard to the outside. Drake dives off the apron for a diving body, but Chaos moves in time and Drake lands hard on the outside. Chaos hits a DDT and rolls Drake back into the ring. Chaos rolls into the ring and props Drake onto his shoulders for the Annihilator Slam. He hits it and makes a cover.

ONE....TWO...

THREE!!!

Chaos has his hand raised in victory as Drake Chevelle rolls out of the ring and heads to the back.

STORMY: Here is your winner....CHAOS!!

. Winner:

The scene opens up backstage in the locker room of Jason "The Sensation" Stevens, he is alone in his locker room and is watching TV showing footage from a previous promo, Jason turns off the TV and looks into the camera.

JS: You know, it’s a travesty that the Blood Second Cousin Twice Removed Matthew Toddi got a championship shot before me and I don’t care what Goth or Irons says but that’s a rant for another day, Hank I'm going to be using you as an example of exactly what either Big Bad Casey or Matthew Toddi can expect from me.

Jason stands up and leaves heading towards the ring.

The tron shows the sold out crowd. All of a sudden the camera feed switches to ringside as we see Tex and Duff commenting on the matches they’ve seen tonight.

Tex: What a night we’ve seen thus far, eh Duff? Krusher and Frankie, Laz and Modo…

Duff: And up next is Hank Henry III versus Jason Stevens! I can’t wait to see Jason finally get a win over that buffoon Hank Henry!

Tex: Jason Stevens is a worse wrestler than Big Bad Casey AND Matthew Toddi combined. Hell if I wasn’t afraid of being sued by his liars…I mean lawyers I’d kick his ass in that very ring!

Duff: Strong words, Tex. Strong……wait a minute….what’s going on backstage?!

Tex: I don’t know…..someone get a camera back there!

The tron switches backstage where two men are brawling. One of the men is immediately identified as Chris Shipman. The other man appears to be a fan. The fan can be heard screaming obscenities towards Shipman.

Fan: FUCK YOU SHITMAN! FUCK YOU AND YOUR STUPID, RETARDED RELIGION! GOD DOESN’T EXIST YOU RAT BASTARD!

He continues to beat on Shipman, going as far as taking off his shoes and beating Shipman with it. We can hear both commentators yelling for someone to get back there and help Shipman out.

Duff: Someone get back there and stop him!

Tex: BOSS! Where are you!?

The tron shows a split camera feed of two doors opening and two familiar faces walking out. The man on the left is Goth. The man on the right, is John Irons. All of a sudden both men stop short as they see each other face to face in the hallway.

Tex: Uh Oh. I sense some bad blood here. Looks like there might be another brawl happening. The two co-owners have been at each other’s throats for some time now.

Duff: And with Irons putting an End to The Family and Rebellion, Goth isn’t sure to be too happy about it!

Both owners stop dead in their tracks, and glare at each other. The tension is high between the two men as Shipman can be heard in the background.

Shipman: Don’t bother making sure I’m okay bosses! Sinners! Sin… AHHH!

We hear thuds again as Shipman is knocked out by the crazed fan. Neither boss takes interest in Shipman as they continue to stare down. Goth with a fire in his eyes, and John Irons with a passion in his, both glaring at each other as Tex and Duff wonder what will happen next.

Duff: Hit him GOTH! Knock him on his ass!

Tex: Don’t listen to him, Goth! Just walk away!

Duff: I always knew you were a pansy.

Tex: Shut up, Duff, or I’ll hit you harder than I did last time…

Irons is the first to speak as to break the ice.

Irons: Nice to see you around, Goth.

Goth: It’s good to be back, but I’m not too happy with you, John. You put an end to The Family…

Irons: I know. I also put an end to The Rebellion too. No more stable wars. You can still be an asshole, and run your half the way you want. I’ll do the same with mine.

Goth: So it seems. Nice comeback to Stevens’ threats of a lawsuit, but I can handle my own battles.

Irons: Well, if you say so little man. By the way, I hear Canis just got out of the ICU. He’s in rehab. Since he’s been AWOL for a little over two months now, he’s been stripped of his General Manager status. You’d like that.

Goth: Yes, but now we are short a General Manager….

Irons: For the time being. I got a surprise up my sleeve though. Someone that will work with both of us for the benefit of the Asylum.

Goth: Really? Well whoever it is, you better tell them that it will be short lived. I’m appointing you General Manager until further notice.

Irons: Fine. By the way, you got something on your nose.

Goth brings his hand up to his nose to check, and John lunges towards him, causing Goth to punch himself in the nose. John stands there shocked for a moment, then bursts laughing out loud.

Irons: Didn’t mean for that to happen. We’ll see you around, Boss.

The scene switches back to ringside as Tex and Duff are prepared to announce the next matchup.

The camera catches Hank and Chaplin mid conversation, backstage, it looks like Chaplin has come up with another master plan.

Hank: No, just no Chaps.

Chaplin: You have to do it, I am the authority Director of the AWA.

Hank Stammers,

Hank: That means nothing!

Chaplin: I have a badge!

Hank: That’s a plastic Sheriff badge, and just because you go around calling yourself the Director of Authority doesn’t mean you have any real power in the AWA.

Chaplin: It’s Authority Director, not Director of Authority. You are just saying that because you don’t want any part of being in Team Awesome. But lets say I gave you a Universal title shot, you would be all over the power I hold in the AWA.

Hank: But you don’t hold any power, and yes I want nothing. To do with Team Awesome, because you are just going to try and team me up with Jason again, or worst.

Chaplin: But who is worst than Jason?

Hank: You’d figure something out, you know what Chaps, I think you are going out of your way with this Authority Director stuff, just to make my life hell. Chaplin: Well yeah.

And Hank throws his hands up in the air, walks away shaking his head in disgusted shame.

Vs.

The camera pans over the sold-out crowd packed into the arena, all standing and cheering and holding up signs, as Stormy Canyon enters the ring, microphone in hand as she announces the next match.

Stormy: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a First Blood Match! Introducing first, from Las Vegas, Nevada! He stands 5'7” and weighs in at 275 pounds...JASON “THE SENSATION” STEVENS!!!

The opening riff for “Beyond the Pale” by Exodus is heard over the PA and strobe lights flash across 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 their reaction to the trio as whilst they hate Jason they love Steve, Jason rolls into the ring and bounces off the ropes as Steve and Carrie take up positions at ringside.

Tex: Jason Stevens is, of course, the Number One Contender for the International Championship next week at the Pay Per View.

Yeah, but right now he's going to have his hands full with the former International Champ, Hank Henry!

Tex: I don't know, Duff. This one's sure to be interesting. Both of these guys have proven time and time again that they have no problem utilizing various weapons to get an edge in a match.

Duff: Yeah. But this time, it's legal! Let the blood flow, boys!

Stormy: And his opponent, hailing from Ellis, New York! He stands 6'6” and weighs in at 248 pounds...the former AWA International Champion...HANK HENRY!!!

Hank Henry comes out with his limping manager Chaplin Graves, they discuss the pro and cons of the upcoming match and Chaplin Plays to the crowd as Hank climbs into the ring.

Tex: Two weeks ago Hank was the victim of what was arguably the biggest upset of the year so far, losing his title to Big Bad Casey in a brutal match.

Duff: That was bullshit and everyone knows it! If Bulldog hadn't shown up, Hank would still have that belt around his waist!

Tex: Maybe, but it doesn't matter now. What matters is we have a new International Champion, and Hank's looking to bounce back and get into the title hunt once again. But first, he's got to go through Jason Stevens.

Duff: Oh, this is gonna be a good one, Tex!

Stormy Canyon makes her way out of the ring to a chorus of cat-calls as the two combatants approach the center of the ring. The referee takes a moment to explain the rules of the match, reminding the two men that anything goes, and that the only way to win the match is to cause the other man to bleed. Both of them nod their understanding and back away from each other. The ref looks to the timekeeper's table and nods. The bell rings out and the match is officially underway! The two men come gingerly out of their corners, circling the ring slowly. Hank reaches out to lock up, but Stevens drops to one knee and cripples Hank with a low blow! As Hank doubles over, Jason uses his momentum to roll him onto his back with a Fireman's Carry! As Hank lies on his back holding his jewels in pain, Jason turns to Steve Ramone and holds out his hand. Steve quickly reaches into his pocket and slides a pair of brass knuckles into the ring. Jason grabs the weapon and puts it on his hand, turning back to Hank, and is kicked in the face! Jason falls back and Hank jumps to his feet, yelling at Chaplin who rushes to the ring and slides a fork to Hank's feet. Hank grabs the fork and the two men face off again, circling each other as they search for an opportunity to use their weapons. Hank lunges forward, looking to stab the Sensation, but Jason jumps back. They circle for another moment before Hank makes a wild slashing movement with the fork, which Jason easily dodges, unloading with the brass knuckles and clobbering Hank with a crushing blow to the ribs. Hank clutches his side in pain as he slashes out at Jason again, forcing him back. Jason feints toward Hank and when he lashes out, Jason grabs his arm and unleashes a swift kick to the gut. But Hank doesn't drop the fork, grabbing Jason with his free and and pulling him in close to prevent him from using the brass knuckles. Jason tries to pull away, but the size and weight advantage he's giving up to Hank is just too much, and he's unable to break the hold. Hank smiles as Jason writhes in his attempt to escape, leaning backward slightly before cracking Jason right between the eyes with a headbutt! Jason staggers but Hank won't release his grip, headbutting him one more time before finally letting go and Jason stumbles away, leaning on the ropes for support. The referee moves in to check for blood from Jason Stevens, but finds none as Hank tucks the fork into his tights and rushes forward to grab Jason, whipping him hard into the closest turnbuckle.

Tex: These guys are pulling out all the stops, both of them looking to end this one quickly!

Duff: I gotta hand it to Jason, I didn't think he was smart enough to try something like that.

Tex: You mean you actually underestimated someone? You!? No way!

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

Tex: Well, you know, I was laying it on pretty thick.

Inside the ring, Hank has Jason in the turnbuckle and is still trying to get the brass knuckles away from him. He is pummeling the Sensation mercilessly with right and left hands, throwing brutal elbow strikes to his neck and back-hand chops to his chest, and still Jason keeps his first clenched. Hank is growing increasingly frustrated now, and grabs the ropes for extra leverage as he unleashes a series of kicks to his gut, continuing to stomp mud holes as Jason crumples to the mat. Hank grabs Jason by his head, and the Sensation throws out a weak punch, missing Hank completely. Hank grabs his arm and drags him like a rag doll to the center of the ring. Jason tries to sit up but a swift kick from Hank puts him on his back again. Hank drops to one knee, still holding Jason's arm and suddenly he sinks his teeth into Jason's wrist! Jason shouts in pain, his hand opening wide as he tries to tear away and Hank delivers another quick punch before grabbing the brass knuckles and wrenching them from Jason's grip.

Tex: Now that was just low!

Duff: Yeah, but it was legal!

Tex: That's not the point!

Duff: Hey, it worked, didn't it?

Hank now dons the brass knuckles himself, standing slowly as Jason rolls away. Stevens uses the ropes for support to get to his feet as Hank moves in. Hank swings wildly, and Jason ducks out of the way, backing away and looking to Steve Ramone, shouting at him to help. As Hank begins to stalk Jason around the ring, Steve lifts the ring apron and searches frantically for a weapon Jason can use. Inside the ring, Jason is doing his best to use his speed to his advantage, ducking and weaving around the ring, avoiding Hank's attacks. Finally, Steve yells at Jason and slides a steel chair into the ring. Jason rushes to pick it up, turning around to face Hank and walking right into a vicious right hand! A loud “Oh!” echoes from the crowd as the Sensation stumbles back and the referee steps closer to check for blood. Miraculously he finds none and Hank continues his assault. He rears back to unload another big right hand on the dazed Stevens, but Jason is able to bring the chair up and a loud crack sounds as Hank's hand collides with the weapon. Reacting quickly, Jason throws out a kick that catches Hank in the gut, doubling him over and allowing Jason to tee off on his head with the chair! Jason raises the chair overhead and brings it down with every ounce of strength he can muster, but Hank rolls out of the way just in time and avoids the blow, spinning around on his back quickly and sweeping Jason's feet out from under him. As Hank quickly gets to his feet, Jason rolls out of the ring, taking a moment to gain his bearings. Hank stands in the center of the ring, cracking his knuckles and staring Jason down as the Sensation begins to pace outside the ring, taunting Hank and yelling at him to follow. Hank is happy to oblige, but smartly climbs through the ropes behind him, not wanting to walk directly into an attack.

Tex: And now they're taking the fight outside the ring!

Duff: Finally! I thought we'd never get to the good stuff!

Hank circles around the ring and approaches Jason, keeping his distance and constantly feinting forward, trying to make Jason swing the chair. Stevens doesn't take the bait, though, and starts forward slowly, stalking Hank around the ring. Suddenly Jason rushes forward, looking to swing for the fences, but Hank drops to the floor at the last moment, tripping Stevens and he falls face-first into the announcers' table!

Duff: Son of a bitch! Not again!

Tex and Duff quickly jump to their feet and back away as Hank goes on the offensive, hauling Jason to his feet and grabbing a thick cable, wrapping it around his neck! The referee has caught up to the men now and is yelling at Hank, reminding him that he can only win through bloodshed. Hank yells back and the ref steps away, allowing the assault to continue. Jason is clawing at Hank's hands, trying to break his hold, but Hank doesn't let up. Jason's face begins to turn red and he is fighting with less vigor now. Hank smiles as Stevens clearly starts to fade and cracks him hard across the forehead with the brass knuckles before releasing his grip on the cable and stepping away, smiling and holding his hands up in victory as Jason crumples to the floor. The ref steps in and checks on Jason as the crowd is on its feet with anticipation, a chorus of cheers and boos already filling the arena. The ref looks to the timekeeper and shakes his head. He's found no blood! Hank continues his celebration as he walks around the outside of the ring. Jason slowly begins to stir and Chaplin Graves starts yelling at Hank, warning him to turn around, but Hank can't hear him over the noise from the crowd, still convinced he's won and that the match is over.

Tex: It looks like Hank's celebration is about to be cut short!

Duff: Look out, Hank!

Jason is back on his feet now, holding the chair and fuming. He walks up behind Hank slowly, getting just a few feet behind him before rearing back and throwing the chair at Hank! The chair collides with the back of Hank's head and knocks him forward. Hank turns slowly, surprised at the blow and turns right into a Spear from Stevens! The attack knocks both men into the steel ring steps and they go clanking across the arena floor as both men lie there motionless. Chaplin Graves and Steve Ramone are near the men now, both of them shouting encouragement. Chaplin reaches into his pocket and grabs another fork, throwing it at Steve! The fans are on their feet now as the two managers begin slugging it out! The referee tries to step in but the two won't let up, pummeling each other with right hands! A trio of security guards rush to the ring and quickly separate the two men, sending both of them to the backstage area. Chaplin Graves protests, shouting that he's the Authority Director, but the security detail will hear none of it and both men are hauled up the entrance ramp and to the backstage area.

Duff: That's an outrage! Chaplin Graves is the Authority Director dammit! They can't throw him out!

Tex: Um, they just did, Duff.

Duff: You just wait 'til this match is over! All three of those men will be fired!

Back to the action, both men are starting to stir now. Stevens is the first to get to his feet, and quickly begins searching under the ring for another weapon. As Hank finally gets to his knees, Jason shows off his new toy to the frantic cheering of the fans as he holds a 2x4 wrapped in barbed-wire high over his head for all to see! Jason wastes no time going on the offensive, slamming the board down hard across Hank's back! Hank shouts in pain and falls his stomach, allowing Jason to hit him again! And again! Hank is rolling on the arena floor now, holding his back in agony and Stevens takes a triumphant step back, telling the ref to check for blood. The ref rolls Hank around, searching carefully, and stands up with an almost grim look on his face as he eyes Jason Stevens, shaking his head. There's no blood! Jason refuses to believe it, getting in the referee's face and shouting, waving the barbed-wire board around wildly. As Jason argues with the referee, Hank slowly gets to his feet. He comes up behind Jason quietly, dropping down and surprising the Sensation with a brutal low blow! The crowd erupts as Jason doubles over, dropping the barbed-wire wrapped 2x4 before falling to his knees. Hank grabs the board for himself, cracking Jason in the back of the head! He quickly rolls Stevens onto his back and jumps on top of him, looking to grind the sharpened wire into Jason's head! Stevens grabs Hank's arms, trying desperately to hold him off, but the bigger man is just too strong! A vicious elbow to the jaw causes Jason's hands to drop to the floor, and Hank sees his opening, laughing as he drags the wire back and forth across Jason's forehead! In less than a second, the blood starts flowing from several cuts on the Sensation's head, and the referee steps in to separate them, calling for the timekeeper to ring the bell!

Tex: It's over! It's over! My God, that's just brutal!

Duff: Ha ha! You mess with the bull, Tex, you get the horn! That's why I love Hank Henry!

As Hank steps away, holding his arms up in victory, a medical technician comes down to ringside to check on Jason Stevens as Stormy Canyon's voice rings out over the PA system.

Stormy: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner...HHHAAAAANNNNKKK HHHEEEENNNNRRRRYYY!!!

Tex: It was a hellacious match, Duff, but Hank was able to come out on top.

Duff: Yeah! I can't wait to see Stevens fight for the International Title with his head sewn up! Ha ha!

As Hank's music starts to play he looks around for Chaplin Graves, noticing for the first time that his manager is absent. As the medical tech helps Jason Stevens to his feet, Hank storms off to the backstage area to look for Chaplin and the show fades to a commercial break.

Winner:

The scene switches to the back where we see Big Bad Casey. He is seen walking around the backstage area getting ready for his International Championship match inside Hell in the Cell against Matthew Toddi. He sees the camera and gives a sinister looking smirk.

Casey: Hey Matthew Toddi, I hope you are ready to lose. I will do everything to beat you. You won’t get to know what it is like to be International Champion. But look on the bright side, when you lose, you can contimue to team up with your brothers as a member of Team Awesome. I will prove that you are not awesome despite the team name.

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

Casey: Matthew Toddi, watch yourself. I will prove that I am the better man, despite my current 0-1 record against you. I will even up our record and not allow you to go up 2-0 against me. I will remain the International Champion, and there is nothing you will be able to do to stop me. I will be the one facing Jason Stevens at the Pay Per View, even though he thinks that he should have faced me tonight and not you.

Then the scene goes into airing Big Bad Casey’s 3 promos he did for Matthew Toddi. Once the 3rd one airs, the scene changes, while Casey walks towards the ring.

The scene comes back from adverts to find Matthew Toddi sitting down, kneeling forward with his hands clasped and breathing heavily with Chaos standing to the right with his left hand on Toddi's shoulder in the locker room.

Chaos: Do you think you can do this?

Toddi: I actually dont think I can do this, I KNOW I can do this.

Chaos: Thats the spirit. You have to believe in yourself and put your mind forward.

Toddi: Do you think you will win your match?

Chaos: What, against that Chevelle guy? I could beat him with my eyes shut and my hands tied behind my back. I think you would be able to do the same with Casey.

Toddi: Yeah but its a hell in a cell, Im not used to them.

Chaos: Trust me, they are easier than they look, get out there Toddi and make me proud.

Toddi: Its going to be easier than last time, I know it.

Chaos: Well get out there and show why you should be champ.

Toddi: Lets do this!

Toddi walks out of the lockeroom and to the entrance stage.

Vs.

Tex: Matthew Toddi has struck gold with his brothers, as they are currently a part of Team Awesome! Will Toddi get more gold tonight?

Duff: A good question to ponder, Tex. That task is easier said than done, Tex, because standing in his way is a giant that is currently the International champion! And to make matters more interesting, it’s a Hell In A Cell match! Let’s go to Stormy for the introductions!

As the cage is slowly lowered to the ground, Stormy stands in the middle of the ring, waiting for the loud crowd noise to die down. Once the cell finally lands, the crowd finally hushes down as Stormy raises the microphone to her lips and speaks.

Stormy: This match is scheduled for one fall and it is a Hell In A Cell match for the AWA International championship! The first man to either land a pinfall or force their opponent to submit is declared both the winner and the champion! Introducing first, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing at 225 lbs….MATTHEW TODDI!!!!!!

Toddi's theme hits as he 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 to the end of the entrance ramp and gazes at the chamber surrounding the ring. Then he climbs up the steps and enters the cage through the door, which shuts behind him by one of the referees. He paces around the ring, already in combat mode, his stare piercing at the entrance ramp, awaiting his opponent.

Duff: I think this is a first for Toddi and Casey to be fighting in a match like this together. Neither man will be the same tonight Tex!

Tex: The only difference is that one will walk out as champion and the other will not.

Stormy: Introducing his opponent! From Nashua, NH, weighing at 375 lbs, he is the current AWA International champion….BIG BAD CASEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Astral Doors’s Power And The Glory hits the speakers as he walks out to center stage and has the title hung over his right shoulder, pauses for a minute, hands the title to Laura and starts doing the worm going down the ring as Laura and John follow behind him. Once they arrive to the ring, Laura hands the title back to BBC, places the title back on the right shoulder and he raises his left arm when the crowd goes wild. He then hands the title over to the referee and climbs up the steel steps, entering the cage through the door that’s again opened by the referee. As Big Bad Casey finally steps into the ring, the door shuts behind him. The two foes lock eyes at each other, both of them not in the mood to play games and are all for serious business.

Tex: This is a tall order if you ask me, Duff. Toddi has to be quick on his feet and use hit-and-run tactics against Casey if he wishes to prevail. Otherwise, Casey can use his size and advantage easily against a shorter man like Matthew Toddi.

Duff: I don’t know, man. While you’re rooting for Casey, I think Matthew has a great chance. Like you said, hit-and-run tactics may be the best style going for him in this match. As long as he sticks to the basics and doesn’t pull anything flashy, Matthew Toddi may walk out as champion!

Tex: Don’t count out Casey yet. He’s proven himself to be a major force to be reckoned with. Power and strength is his keys to victory and if he uses those frequently and at the right moments, we could see Casey walk out of his first title defense with major success!

The bell rings and the fight is on! The champ and the challenger circle around the ring briefly. Casey switches tactics by stalking his opponent while Toddi keeps circling around him, trying to stay away from him. The champion goes to grab him for a throw, but Toddi makes a quick slide underneath the champ’s legs and gets back up on the side. He begins to plant a few kicks into the back of his legs, hoping to take the giant off his balance. But it does little damage, for while Casey feels the kicks and the damage, it doesn’t hurt him as much. Casey turns himself around and grabs Toddi by the head with both hands and headbutts him to the mat. Toddi lies on the mat, writhing in pain, then feels an extra dose of pain hit his chest as Casey lands a huge elbow. Casey goes for the pin, hooking the leg. 1….2…but Toddi gets the shoulder up! Casey picks up the challenger and irish-whips him to the ropes. Matthew hits the ropes, but is smart enough to wrap his arms around the ring, holding him back. The angry giant rushes forward with a clothsline, but Matthew leaps in the air and strikes the champion with a kick to the face. Big Bad Casey stumbles back, clutching his face in pain, trying to shake it off. In a moment of inspiration, Toddi hits the top ropes and crouches on it, waiting for Casey to turn around. As he does, he surprises the audience as he goes for a tornado DDT and successfully executes the move! Toddi goes for the pin, also hooking the leg! 1….2…but Casey just shoves him away with power!

Duff: That jaw drop that Toddi performed told the whole story about his thoughts on Casey’s strength!

Tex: Did you honestly think that Toddi was going to win after a tornado DDT, Duff?

Duff: No, but I still felt the impact, as did the audience. It looks like it was really close to call!

As Casey tries to stand up, Toddi charges in and begins to wail away with some punches, hoping to keep the big man down. But Casey is refusing to let this punishment happen further as he pushes away the challenger. Toddi rolls backward and lands on his feet, his back to the lower-left rope. He leaned on it, trying to catch his breath, but he wasn’t quick enough to escape as Casey smashed him with a cross-body splash! That took the wind out of Toddi, who stumbled forward in a daze, his breath lost as Casey easily got a hold of him, raising him in the air and holding him there. The crowd gasped at his strength once more as Toddi, now recovered, is now frantic, trying to get out of the hold. But Casey was once again agile, slams him to the mat with tremendous impact, at least from ten feet above Casey! Toddi screams in horror as arches his back in pain. Casey is enjoying this moment of destruction as he cluthes Toddi by the throat, going for a chokeslam! But this time, Toddi is about to wiggle out of the hold and land on his feet, Casey unable to hold that grip well enough to secure the move, then Toddi steps back, then comes in with a spinning wheel kick. The giant is surprised by the challenger’s speed and didn’t see the move coming, as he falls onto one knee. Then Toddi lands a quick dropkick that somehow got the big man down! Toddi takes the advantage, hits the ropes, and lands a rolling thunder, electrifying the audience! Toddi goes for another pin, hoping that he picks up the win early! 1…2….but Big Bad Casey gets the shoulder up! Toddi slams his two hands to the mat in frustration, unable to keep the giant down! He gets himself up, then slowly raises the champion to one knee. He is successful in getting two elbows to the face, the second one powerful enough to bust Casey’s nose! Then he goes to finish off the short combo with a haymaker, but that’s when Casey grabs a really tight hold on Toddi’s throat! This time, Casey won’t let him escape as he looks wildly into Toddi’s eyes, who is trying to frantically escape from the move, but to no avail as Casey finally executes the chokeslam, Toddi once again slammed to the ground with major force!

Duff: Oh crap! Toddi shouldn’t have taken too long with that last punch of his, otherwise he could have gone for another pin attempt and become the AWA International champion!