Goth: I guess the world witnessed last week a travesty, a fraud being unmasked and a masked idiot trying to hog his spotlight

A small Canis chant starts as Goth grins as he is listening to them

Goth: Last week there was a man that thought by putting me in a match with my brother, that it would make me look like a fool and him a powerful individual... Not realizing that I've been around this industry for way too long and I have learned from the best.... The best taught me to strike back, strike back with vengeance... Strike harder in a way that they never would expect you to hit them

Duff: Good advice!!!

Goth: So listen and learn Canis... You may have gotten some heat last week... But in the end there is only one way to survive in this industry... As I give everyone out there an offer that they cannot refuse!!! And listen to me Canis... The turn of event starts tonight and by the end of next week... Nobody would even care to remember the name of Canis... the NEW General Manager!!!

Tex: I wonder what Canis thinks of this??

But in the end boys and girls... In the end, I will get what I want... And from this moment on?? I want your head on a silver platter Canis!! Enjoy while you still can!!!!

Goth's music hits as the owner walks out of the arena as the fans boo him and we get ready for the show to start

The scene cuts to the backstage area of the Garden, to Ronin’s dressing room. He stands in front of a mirror, staring silently at his reflection as he begins to paint his face for the match. Soon, the door opens and Ilati walks in, walking up and placing her hand on Ronin’s shoulder. He turns toward her and smiles, but says nothing, returning to the mirror.

She turns and walks to a chair in the corner of the room, sitting down and gazing at Ronin as she begins to speak.

Are you ready?

He stops, putting down the small brush in his hand, gazing at his face, a pall skull staring back at him.

I’ve been ready for a month. Nothing is going to stop it. It’s time to finish this.

Ilati says nothing, but nods as Ronin walks away from the mirror to a small table against a wall, picking up a roll of athletic tape and beginning to wrap it around his wrists.

Rex started this, and now we’re going to finish it. There are no restrictions on us tonight. We are free to do whatever we can to each other, and no one will step in. It kind of takes me back to the early days, when I first started.

What happens after this?

He pauses, turning to her, his face stern, a sadistic look of glee in his eyes.

After this…chaos. After tonight, it doesn’t matter anymore if I win or lose. Disruption is the only thing that matters. Taking someone’s life and turning it upside-down, even if only for a moment. If they want to give me another opportunity to vie for the International Title, fine. If they don’t, it doesn’t matter. Victory and defeat no longer hold much meaning for me.

He turns away from her, finishing his tape job as he continues.

Rex Butler is going to be the first one to experience what I mean. The only thing that matters to me tonight is that he doesn’t escape unscathed. Regardless of who’s hand is risen at the end of the match, he will come out of this match with much more respect for me than he has going in. He has played games with me for too long, and tonight he will have to pay for them.

Ilati stands and walks to him, placing her hand on his shoulder.

Don’t let vengeance enter into the equation. You already know how that will turn out. Do what you’ve said you’re going to do. Step into that ring tonight, and unleash chaos. Like you said, the outcome doesn’t matter, only the journey itself is important.

She leans in and kisses him on the cheek, smiling. He squeezes her hand gently before releasing her, moving to a chair and pulling on his boots, mumbling to himself.

Nothing else matters…

Nothing will be the same…

Everything ends and begins tonight…

The scene fades out as Ronin tightens the strings of his boots, standing and stretching one final time before stepping out of his dressing room to head toward the ring.

Vs.

The lights in Madison Square Garden go out and the crowd begins to murmur as they are caught in the dark. We hear VIOLENCE FETISH by Disturbed hit the speakers and rock the arena. An explosion and pyros erupt from the top of the TRON and the sparks cascade down on the entrance area. As the smoke begins to clear we see Ronin and Ila step out from the backstage area and walk down the ramp to the ring. When they arrive at the ring both get into the ring as Ronin plays the crowd to a mixed reaction. We watch as Stormy Canyon walks to the middle of the ring to make his announcement.

STORMY CANYON: Here is our first competitor in this Pinfalls Count Anywhere match, From Nashville, Tennessee, standing 6 feet 3 inches, and weighing 240 pounds, it is RONIN!!!

TEX: Oh, man, you are going to see Ronin pull off the upset of the year Duff! Even though Rex Butler is a big man you are going to see that he met his match tonight.

DUFF: Tex, you said something very revealing in your opening comments on this match. That was if Ronin can win it would be the upset of the year. If Ronin is such a great wrestler, and if he has the advantage over Rex Butler, then it wouldn't be an upset if he defeated Rex Butler right?

TEX: No! You got it wrong! It was just a figure of speech!

DUFF: No it was not! It was the truth slipping through your normally lying lips!

The crowd again gives Ronin a mixed reaction as Stormy Canyon announces him. He continues to walk around the ring playing up the crowd as Ila exits the ring and takes a seat at ringside near Tex and Duff at the Announcer Table. Ronin's display is cut short as we hear HERO by Pop Evil hit the speakers as the lights in the arena go out. Strobe lights flash around the arena as the music plays. After a short time the strobe lights go out and the arena is cloaked in darkness again. This time we hear screaming as pyros erupt around the entrance area as the lights in the arena come on. Rex Butler and Alisha step through the backstage curtains and head down the ramp to the ring. Rex and Alisha arrive at the ring and Butler walks up the ring steps, walks along the ring apron, and then he steps over the top rope and into the ring. Alisha walks around the ring to take her seat at ringside. As she passed Ila she reaches out as if she is going to slap her and Ila quickly gets to her feet and an altercation ensues. Referee Chip Long yells at the two to stop the fighting or he will order them away from ringside. The two decide to stop the fighting and both take seats at ringside, each on a different side of the ring. Butler walks around the ring to face all sections of the crowd, to a mostly negative reaction of boos and jeers. Stormy Canyon walks to the center of the ring to announce him.

STORMY CANYON: Here is our next competitor in this Pinfalls Count Anywhere match, from Los Angeles, California, standing 6 feet 7 inches, and weighing 275 pounds, it is REX BUTLER!!!

TEX: Did you see what just happened? Alisha is so evil that she went to attack Ila. There was no need for that except to distract people from the match where Ronin is going to destroy Butler.

DUFF: Let's look at the statistics okay? Ronin is giving up 4 inches of height to Rex Butler. He is giving up 35 pounds of weight too. Add to the mix that Ronin is going up against one of the most vicious wrestlers ever known, and what you have is a major loss for him against Butler.

Referee Chip Long walks to the center of the ring and he calls Ronin and Rex Butler to him to give them the information on the match. Butler and Ronin stand there as Referee Long informs them that this match is a Pinfalls Count Anywhere in the Arena match. He informs them that he will do his best to follow them if they take the match outside the ring area but that there are cameramen all over the arena to follow the action and if necessary he can consult their camera shots to make his final decision on the match. He asks the two wrestlers if they fully understand the stipulations of the match and both of them state that they do. Chip Long motions to the Timekeeper to ring the bell to start the match. The bell rings and this match is officially underway. Ronin gets in position to tangle with Butler in the middle of the ring. Much to everyone's surprise Rex immediately walks over to the ropes and slides out of the ring to the arena floor.

TEX: There you go Duff. The match just started and already Rex Butler is running away?

DUFF: Uh, Tex, take another look.

We see Rex Butler standing at ringside motioning for Ronin to get out of the ring and join him on the arena floor. Ronin remains in the ring motioning for Butler to get back into the ring. Rex shakes his head and reminds Ronin that this is a Pinfalls Count Anywhere match and that he wants to take full advantage of using the entire arena as his wrestling ring. Ronin walks over to Referee Long and talks to him about getting Butler back into the ring but all Chip Long can do is remind Ronin that he cannot make a count out on Rex Butler because the entire arena is the wrestling match. Ronin protests but there is nothing he can do as he is in the ring while Rex Butler is on the arena floor.

TEX: Oh this is silly. Are we going to have an entire match where both wrestlers just stare at each other?

DUFF: I doubt it. I am sure something will happen soon to end this standoff.

Butler is getting ticked that Ronin remains in the ring. We watch as Rex walks over to the side of the ring where Ila is sitting in her chair. As he walks by her, he reaches out, grabs the chair, and lifts it out from under Ila, causing her to spill hard on the arena floor. She appears to be hurt in the fall and as Ronin sees this he gets upset and dives over the top rope and lands on top of Rex Butler. Both Ronin and Butler tumble to the arena floor and the roll into the barricade. They are trading punches as Referee Long exits the ring and gets close to the action in case there is a pinfall. Rex and Ronin continue rolling around on the arena floor, punching and kicking each other, as Referee Long watches for any possible pinfall. The two break for a moment as Butler places his arms around Ronin and then drives him backward driving his back into the side of the ring. Ronin drops to his knees from the blow and out of desperation he lifts his arm hard to the groin of Rex Butler and now Butler drops to his knees.

TEX: That was a fair exchange.

DUFF: Fair? One was a legal hit to the back and the other was an illegal crotch shot. Nothing fair about that exchange.

Both wrestlers are still on their knees and they start trading punches again. Butler gets the upper hand with the punches and he finally punches Ronin who falls over on his side. Rex rolls him over on his back and goes for the pin. Referee Chip Long drops and begins the count. ONE...TWO... and Ronin manages to get a shoulder up in time to break the count. Butler backs off and then takes a run at Ronin to land a big boot to his face, but Ronin sees him coming, manages to grab the leg of Butler, spin him around, and then drive him forward into the barricade. Butler is quick to get to his feet and the two start battling again. As they are pushing and punching each other they start going up the ramp which leads to the backstage area. The fans are enjoying the fact that they are fighting so close to them. They finally reach the top of the ramp and they tumble through the backstage curtains and disappear backstage with Referee Chip Long close behind.

TEX: Here we go! The match is going backstage!

DUFF: Yes, this should start getting interesting.

The TRON crackles to life as the wrestlers have gone backstage and they are being followed by the cameraman staged around the arena. The fans watch the action on the TRON as Rex Butler and Ronin continue to punch and kick and shove each other down the backstage hallway. As the two battle down the hallway we see Ronin drop his shoulder and drive it hard into Butler's midsection and drive him back into the wall. Ronin backs off a few steps to attack Butler again but as he approaches, Rex flies away from the wall and hits Ronin with a clothesline which drops Ronin to the carpet. Butler approaches to follow up on Ronin but Ronin slides his leg out and trips Butler to the floor. Ronin is quick to get up and drop an elbow to the back of head of Butler. He then rolls Butler over and goes for the pin. Referee Long is right there to drop to the floor and make the count. ONE...TWO... and Butler easily kicks out of the pinning combination.

TEX: Neither wrestler has been able to get the upper hand to the point where they have their opponent in a clean pinning combination. It appears it is going to take a while to wear the other down.

DUFF: You just saw how easily Butler kicked out of that pinning combination by Ronin. It appears that it will be more difficult for Ronin to wear down Rex Butler than it will be for Butler to wear down Ronin.

Ronin gets to his feet and he takes off down the hall with Rex Butler close behind him and Referee Long not far behind. We watch as Ronin runs into the men's bathroom with Rex Butler close behind him. Ronin hides under the sinks near the urinals. Butler thinks that Ronin went into one of the stalls so he walks over to the stalls and starts kicking open doors trying to locate which stall Ronin is in. As he kicks in the first door there is nobody in there. He goes to the next stall and as he kicks open the door we see a poor defenseless fan with his pants down trying to cover his family jewels. Rex continues down the row of stalls until he reaches the last one. He is sure that this time Ronin has to be in there since it is the last stall. He kicks open the door only to find nobody is there. As he turns to exit the stall he comes face-to-face with Ronin who kicks him in the stomach which drives Butler into the stall. Ronin then slams the stall door closed hoping to slow Butler down a little bit. Ronin takes off and rounds the corner where the urinals are located but he slips on some water on the bathroom floor and flops to the floor. Butler gets out of the stall and rounds the corner to see Ronin lying on the floor after slipping on the water. Butler grabs Ronin and drags him over to the urinals. He shoves Ronin's face into the urinal and flushes it, causing Ronin to gag from the combination of urine and water.

TEX: Damn! That was a shitty thing to do!

DUFF: Don't you mean it was a pissy thing to do?

TEX: Oh, that was so funny I forgot to laugh!

Butler is satisfied that Ronin has been subdued and humiliated so he drags him out of the urinal, picks him up, and executes a running power slam driving Ronin hard on the bathroom floor. Ronin is obviously hurt from hitting the hard floor but Butler seems to have been slightly hurt in the process also. Rex is slow to crawl over to Ronin and roll him over into a pinning combination. He hooks the legs of Ronin as Referee Chip Long comes over to make the count. ONE...TWO...TH... and somehow Ronin got a shoulder up to break the count but we don't know how except for sheer instinct. Butler is upset that Referee Long didn't count faster but he cannot change it now. Butler stands up, kicks Ronin in the side a few times, and then he runs out of the men's room and down the hall back toward the arena. Ronin is slow to get up and as he exits the men's room he notices that Butler is headed back to the ring. Ronin runs down the hallway toward the entrance area to follow Rex Butler back to the ring area. Referee Chip Long is following.

TEX: This is an unexpected turn. I didn't expect them to return to the ring so soon. I figured they would take the match all around the arena.

DUFF: Just because it is a Pinfalls Count Anywhere match doesn't mean that the wrestlers have to take the match all around the arena. It simply means that they have the option to make the pin anywhere outside the ring but inside the arena. Maybe they just decided to bring it back to the ring so that the fans can see it live instead of on the TRON.

Butler steps through the backstage curtains and he steps out on the landing at the top of the entrance ramp. The crowd realizes that Rex Butler just re-entered the arena so they stand to their feet and begin to chant. Butler walks out to the top of the ramp and hesitates to play up the crowd. Suddenly we see Ronin run through the backstage curtains. He sees Butler standing at the top of the entrance ramp so he attempts to take advantage of it. We watch as Ronin runs toward Rex Butler and jump in the air and land on the top of Butler's back. The two wrestlers crash to the floor and once again they begin punching and kicking each other. They end up in each other's grasp and they start to roll down the entrance ramp. They roll down a little bit and stop with Ronin on top of Butler. Referee Long is right there to see a possible pin so he drops for the count. ONE...TWO...but Rex rolls over and manages to get on top of Ronin for the pin. Chip Long drops for the pin count again. ONE...TWO...but the two wrestlers roll over again breaking the count. The two finally come to rest at ringside with Ronin on top of Rex Butler again. Once again Referee Long drops for the count. ONE...TWO...and once again Butler gets out of the pin. Butler and Ronin realize they are at ringside and both wrestlers get to their feet and start trading punches again. After a few rounds of trading punches Butler gets the advantage and he has Ronin staggering. Butler grabs Ronin by the arm and whips him into the barricade. Ronin hits the barricade and staggers toward Butler who gives him a big boot to the face knocking him to the arena floor. Butler then grabs Ronin and tucks his head under his arm and drops into a DDT driving Ronin's head hard into the arena floor. Butler rolls Ronin over and goes for the pin again. Ila runs over to try to break up the pinfall by kicking Rex Butler while Referee Chip Long drops for the count. Ila's kicks have no effect on Butler but Alisha comes over and drags her off Butler anyway while Referee Long makes the count. ONE...TWO...THREE!!! Referee Long has made the pinfall count and he stands up and tells the Timekeeper to ring the bell to end the match. He then returns to Butler and Ronin and he pulls Butler off Ronin and tells him to back off. Butler backs away as Stormy Canyon get into the ring to announce the results of the match.

TEX: Well all I can say is that Rex Butler was the better wrestler this match.

DUFF: I tried to tell you not to predict the match ahead of time.

TEX: Darn hard to come back after a DDT to the concrete arena floor.

STORMY CANYON: Here is the winner of this match, with a pinfall as ringside, it is REX "THE DEMONIC ONE" BUTLERRRRR!!!!!

Referee Long, at ringside, raises the hand of Rex Butler as his victory is announced. He drops the hand of Rex and Butler grabs the hand of Alisha and the two head up the ramp to return to the dressing room. A few minutes later Ronin manages to get up and he and Ila head up the ramp and return to the backstage area.

Winner:

A camera comes on backstage and catches a sight of the Man In Black arriving aside his beloved Brenda. The two continue on down the hallway until they come to the door of the AWA owner Goth. Fang knocks on the door and it takes a few moments before the door opens and Goth sticks his head out the door.

Fang: Brother, I would have gotten here earlier but the traffic was just ridiculous out there.

Brenda: Yeah. It was insane! Anyways, mind if we come in? My dear Jonathan wants to talk business, mainly about Canis and Metamania.

Goth: Normally I would, but I’m kind of busy at the moment.

Fang: Oh? Who do you have in there?

Goth: That’s only for me to know. What I want you to do Jonathan is to finish preparing for the Iron Man Match later on tonight. I want you to beat Marissa. That will show Canis and Metamania that The Family is still in business and that the two of those miserable employees of mine won’t be taking over…at all.

Fang and Brenda both nod at one another before nodding at Goth. The two move on down the hallway to the locker room that has the nameplate of “Jonathan Porter” on it.

Female Voice: So who was that at the door?

Goth: Oh there’s no reason to fret about it. It was only Fang. Let’s finish our talk now. I know that you have other things to do…

Goth closes the door to his office and the scene fades back out to the arena inside the Madison Square Garden.Our attention is diverted to the TRON as we cut to the office of Bill Barnhart. We see his desk is piled high with paperwork he is processing for Asylum Wrestling Alliance Owner Goth. Bill sees the cameraman in his office so he reaches out, pushes the paperwork aside so the cameraman can get a good shot of him, and then he makes a few comments on the occasion of this Pay-per-View.

Welcome to my office. As you can see I am very busy getting this paperwork done for Goth. I cannot take a lot of time becasue if I don't process this paperwork for you buttheads, then you won't get paid on time. Pay-per-View events are hectic for me because Goth wants his paperwork done before the Pay-per-View is over.

Barnhart takes a break from talking as he reaches over and grabs a can of Classic Coke, pops the top, and takes a drink. He puts the can of Classic Coke down and again looks into the camera to continue his comments.

So what did we have last week? First we had me once again defeating Jason Stevens even though he brought reinforcements in the form of Steve Ramone and Carrie Stevens to try to overwhelm me. Just goes to show that I can defeat Jason Stevens any time even though it is a three-on-one situation. Nice try Jason...but you failed again.

Bill takes another drink of Classic Coke and then he returns to make further comments.

And next we had a travesty of wrestling that will go down in history as one of the biggest screw jobs in the history of wrestling. Metemania got the pinfall against Marissa Swanson last week as the Referee failed to see that Marissa's foot was over the bottom rope which would have broke the count. Now as I remember how wrestling goes, the Referee is the final authority on the outcome of the match. We don't use instant replays here in wrestling. But Jay Gold had to run out and demand the Referee look at the instant replay. Because Jay is the General Manager he intimidated the Referee into reversing his decision and allowing the match to continue which allowed Swanson to win the match. A travesty...a travesty.

Bill finishes off the Classic Coke, smashes the can, tosses it cleanly into the trash can across the room, and then he looks back into the camera to make his final coments for the evening.

And then we had the biggest surprise of all when Canis and Metamania hooked up as a team. I would have guessed that Oil and Water would have teamed up before Metamania and Canis did. This just proves what I have been saying all this time that desperation makes people do stupid stuff. Thanks for joining me in my office today. I have to get back to my paperwork so you wrestlers can get paid. Bye!

The TRON turns off and goes black. There is a murmur throughout the crowd as they ponder what Bill Barnhart just talked about.

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. Vic holds the ropes to the ring open for Fang as he enters. He pulls a microphone from the inside of the suit. Meanwhile the fans are throwing beers and garbage into the ring.

Fang: Aww here we are in New York City and the unwashed masses show their true selves.

Tex: Fang brought this treatment on himself when he turned his back on the fans.

Fang: So I guess you all mad that I betrayed you. I have one question for all of you out there. When did I say I was on your side. I never said that, not once. You all lined up behind me to follow me on my journey through the AWA. I never said I needed you. I never said I was your savior and I never said I was here for you.

Duff: You know he’s got a point. He never said any of that.

Tex: It was implied.

Duff: No it was assumed. And you know what they say about assuming.

Fang walks around the ring while the fans boo him. He just smiles his sadistic smile as he watches the fans act in their rabid fashion.

Fang: All of you out there of your own volition got behind me because you expected something out of me. All of you wanted to believe that I was some underdog who would one day destroy all the people you hate here in AWA. I told you all I wasn’t going to be anyone’s puppet. That includes all of you. I’m not some dancing monkey running around while an organ grinder plays a tune. I am the very best in the world today. I am one of the elite in wrestling. I never lied to any of you. I said I wouldn’t be a puppet. I said I was going to do what I wanted to do. I said I was going to put The Family in their place. I did that. I told you all I was going to show my brother that I was better than he thought I was. I did that. The part you all don’t like is that my brother, seeing the man I have become decided it was finally time to put our disagreements to rest. So you hate me for patching up things with my brother. What a real open-minded attitude to show your children. You know your children, the pudgy wastes of space you park in front of the television all day hoping Sesame Street will raise them. So now you’ve glom on to the first person you hear promising you change. Like Metamania.

The crowd pops for the One and Only

Fang: Just proves my point. You all love a self serving hypocrite who when the chips were down joined forces with the newest GM that AWA hired. You fall behind him and step in line because he talks about justice for the fans. Justice? All of you get everything you pay for when you come to an AWA event. You get the best damn wrestling period. It’s not enough for you. No you have to determine sides. You have to hold people up as heroes and role models, once again because if your children have someone they can look up to you won’t need to bother raising them.

Tex: woah that’s out of line.

Fang: Seriously, do any of you know the last name of your kid’s best friends? Have you met their parents? Do you know where they hang out when they aren’t with you? You ignore your children because you don’t want to have to deal with reality. That’s why you come here, because here you have control. You can make me a hero or a villain without much effort. Either cheer me or boo me. I took that decision away from you. That’s why you hate me. I decided I wasn’t going to allow you to dictate who I am. I’ve always said I’m not a Good guy. I never once tried to play the good guy, but you all tried to make me the good guy. I am the beast who will be king. I will not be manufactured by the unwashed masses and I will be the man who stands on top of the wrestling world whether you LIKE IT OR NOT.

Fang throws the mic down and leaves the ring. He heads back stage and the PPV shifts to a promo for tonight’s Iron Man match.

Vs.

Arthur Haworth stands in the middle of the ring as the tail end of "The Rage" fades to silence. The crowd give him a neutral reaction as he raises his hands to each side of the arena, awaiting the entrance of Frankie Everheart

Stormy Canyon: Ladies and Gentleman... the next match is for one fall! Already in the ring... hailing from Blackpool, England... he weighs in at 230 pounds ..... ARTHUR... HAWORTH!!!

Duff: Haworth was in a world of trouble last week against Rex Butler, Tex... how do you think he'll cope with fellow newbie, Frankie Everheart?

Tex: Well, Frankie formed an impressive team with John Harper last week and scored a good victory against Dmitri and Toxic Angel... hang on... did you just ask me a serious question about the match?

Duff: Fuck off.

Tex: Ah, welcome back.

The lights dim as the first notes of Raining Blood begin to echo through the arena. Out steps Frankie Everheart with a wide grin on his face. He taunts to the crowd before running down to the ring. He doesn’t miss a beat as he slides under the ring. Once inside, he runs to the furthest turnbuckle and climbs it. He does a very high backflip into the center of the ring. The lights then return to normal

Duff: Impressive athleticism...

Tex: .... yes... yes it was.

Duff: I'm glad you agree.

Tex: .... I'm.... i'm.... yeah. Me too. Wait a minute...

"One Way Or Another" by Blondie hits the PA speakers before Chip Long can call for the start of the match. Both competitors look on with blank faces as Bill Barnhart steps out from behind the curtain, mic in hand, to a chorus of boo's from the capacity crowd. He calls for the music to cut as he begins to slowly but surely walk down to the ring, talking

Bill: Ladies and Gentleman... one of the two wrestlers in front of me did not fulfill his contractual obligations this week with regards promo time. Now, we heard from Arthur Haworth... which means you, Frankie Everheart, are in a world of trouble. Now, this is usually John Irons' job, but seeing as he is overseeing other AWA activities, Goth has handed me the chance to enforce proceedure and eject you from the arena.. and the AWA.. permanently.

The crowd show their disgust towards Barnhart as he reaches the ringsteps ready to perform his temporary duties, with Everheart looking disheartened in the ring. Upon realising Bill Barnhart wants to give the beat down that usually accompanies such a firing, he shakes his head and begins to warm up around the ring ready for some action. He's not going down without a fight, that's for sure

Tex: Not another one... Goth's way too harsh on these newcomers.

Duff: A contract's a contract, Tex...

Tex: And you wonder why we have a short roster?

Bill: So.. without ANY further ado... Frankie Everheart... YOU... ARE... F-

Suddenly, "Never Gonna Give You Up" by Rick Astley of "Rick Roll" fame begins playing over the PA system and causes Barnhart to stop in his tracks, all three wrestlers now turning their attention to the stage area looking completely perplexed

Tex: What the hell is this?

Duff: MY EARS!!

Several moments pass as Rick Astley begins singing his cheesy as fuck 80's lyrics to his cheesy as fuck 80's pop shmuck. Barnhart begins walking slowly back up the ramp to investigate just as the crowd erupts into both cheers and laughter as the General Manager, Canis, steps out onto the stage wearing a black, pin-stripe suit and a broad grin. Barnhart suddenly looks disturbed as Canis calls for the music to cut

Canis: Well, ya know... seeing as Grandpa Bill here has designated this as terrible entrance music day... i thought i'd join in.

The crowd laugh at Barnhart, who's face contorts with anger as he tries to point out he's had that music for a long time

Canis: Yeah, yeah.. you've had it a long time. Doesn't really make it any better, Bill. Now shut up a minute.

I'm a little confused at the fact that Goth has sent you to do his dirty work rather than his own, duly appointed General Manager. So, i assumed it was a mishap on his part - we're all used to them by now - and took the liberty of handling this situation as any General Manager should. Now, since i came here in June i've seen a lot of guys turfed out on their asses just because they didn't address their opponent in the usual promo manner. Whilst that's not cool.. i hardly think it's worth kicking someone's ass out onto the streets just for that, considering Mr. Everheart has turned up here ready for a match... and it's hardly a good thing to do during a Pay-Per-View event. Now, i like to consider myself a fair and just General Manager of the AWA and, in such circumstances, would grant the offender a second chance. And that's what i'm doing now. Frankie Everheart... this is your final warning. I want some input from you next week on your next match, otherwise you're a goner. Understood?

Frankie looks re-energized and nods his head in affirmation whilst Bill looks on in disgust

Tex: Finally, some partial judgment around here!

Bill: You can't do that! Goth will k-

Canis: Screw Goth... and yes, i can do that. And i just did. Now, old timer... get your ancient ass back to your office, stroke your poodle and make sure Mr. Everheart and Mr. Haworth here get paid this week. Chip... ring the bell! Lets get this show on the road...

The crowd let out a huge roar of approval as Chip Long rings the bell for the match to get underway. Barnhart marches back up the ramp in persuit of Canis as the General Manager disappears behind the curtain. Haworth and Everheart circle each other in the ring ready to fight it out

Duff: I could get used to Canis as the General Manager, Tex...

Tex: Well he's sure saved Everheart's job for another week, at least. Goth must be flipping out back there!

The two combatants lock up in the middle of the ring and decide to test each others strength during the opening stages here. After a few moments, Haworth begins raining knee's into the ribcage of his opponent before snap suplexing Everheart down to the mat. Back to his feet, he wastes no time in laying the boot into Frankie's kidney area again, the reprieved Everheart looking a little worse for wear already. Haworth pulls his opponent back to his feet by his head and whips him into the ropes. Everheart tries to deliver a clothesline but Arthur ducks. On the rebound, Everheart has no time to react as Haworth launches into him with a running knee lift and drops him back down to the mat. Taking a small breather, Haworth bigs himself up to the crowd who are pretty much non-responsive to him. He walks back over to Everheart who manages to lash out a boot to Haworth's knee, but it has little effect as Arthur grabs his arms and locks in the Cattle Mutilation on his now helpless opponent. Chip Long hits the deck and tries to coax an "I Quit" out of Everheart, but after letting out a few screams of pain he manages to get his foot on he bottom rope and Haworth is forced to release the hold

Tex: Haworth was literally a foot away there from picking up his first AWA victory!

Duff: This guy's technically astute... i'm impressed so far.

Tex: ............ Astute, he is Duff........

As Haworth curses the rope break, he drags Everheart back to his feet and sits him on the top rope. Frankie looks to be favouring his left shoulder and grimmacing in pain... but all that goes away in a flash as Haworth locks his head and delivers a big time top rope Cravate slam. Drawing an audible gasp from the watching audience, Haworth instantly locks on The Haworth Stretch, once more causing Chip Long to hit the mat and ask Frankie Everheart if he quits. This time around the referee doesn't have to wait long as Everheart acknowledges his submission and the bell sounds for the end of the match. Haworth releases the hold and has his hand raised as "The Rage" hits the speakers and the crowd acknowledge his victory with mute cheering

Tex: Well, Everheart was really thrown off the ball by Barnhart before this match was even underway, but Haworth took good advantage and looked good for the win.

Duff: I agree. The distraction at the beginning may have cost the match.. but Everheart could have made more of an effort to get into his opponents head during the week

Tex: ..... Duff, what's with the thought out analysis this week?

Duff: I thought i'd give it a shot...

Tex: Is it gonna stick?

Duff: Not a chance in hell, Tex... not a chance in hell.

Tex: I thought as much...

Winner:

Metamania is doing a few crutches in his dressing room as a knock is being heard on the door, so Freya walks over to the door and opens it. Page Harris is revealed to be that person and she tries to look past Metamania, but Freya frowns at her.

Page: Don't give me that look Freya! I'm just trying to see what Metamania has to say about this match for the PPV!

Metamania snarls and the two ladies turn around and stare at him. Metamania walks up in front of Page and makes the poor woman shiver in his presence. Then he walks past her and turns around the corner, Freya following behind her man quickly as Page stares after the two.

Tex: The look on the legend's face says it all - he ain't losing tonight!

Duff: No kidding! His competition will be decent for tonight, but Metamania has every intention of doing what he does best and walking out the winner!

The Scene starts out back as the camera man is walking down the hall way. The Camera's push through a locker room door as we see The Canadian Destroyer preparing for his match up. Harper is on a steal chair lacing up his boots. Harper's all ready to go as he stands up jogging on the spot, Harper hits his chest a few times, as he stares directly at the ground focusing in. Harper lifts his head as he sees the camera crew standing in front of him as he begins to speak.

John Harper: Finally the time has arrived, it's the biggest show of the month for AWA. Pay Per View, and what a way to start off the PPV for The Canadian Destroyer being in a Fatal Four Way Elimination Submission Only match against Metamania, Jason Stevens, and Big Bad Casey. I've told these guys all week to come prepared, not to take this as an ordinary match. Lets see what they have to offer tonight. I know for a fact that tonight ill prove there words wrong, ill make each, and everyone of them tap out tonight in front of a sold out house in Madeson Square Garden here in New York. I requested this match for a reason, and now it's my time to shine. I will grab the spot light tonight at Sub Zero. This is only the beginning for The Canadian Destroyer my hit list grows on, and on. Tonight three more guys will be below The Canadian Destroyer, and I'm going to make example of each, and everyone of them. As Pain hits your faces tonight there will be no remorce from The Canadian Destroyer, I won't let up until you quit in front of the screaming fans. Be ready for a fight guys because The Canadian Destroyer is about to deliever!!! NO PAIN..... NO GAME!!!!

Duff: Harper's ready, he's determinded he's going to walk away with the victory tonight!

Tex: He's focused, and only has one thing on his mind!! I can't wait, and it's up NEXT!!

John Harper walks passed the camera man, as he stares straight ahead focused, and ready for his match up.

Vs.

Vs.

Vs.

The lights go dim, as everything in the crowd goes silent. With the silence everyone is staring up at the tron waiting for something to happen, when all of a sudden gold and pink sparks go flying up in the air, and Last Resort by Papa Roach blares over the PA system. When The Canadian Destroyer John Harper walks out from behind the curtain with the crowd going insane!!! Harper wears his black glasses, a black and pink leather jacket with his pink and black wrestling trunks. Harper walks down the ramp giving the kids high fives as he looks over picking out one kid, Harper takes off his glasses giving them to the little boy in the front row. The kid has a huge smile on his face as he high fives John Harper. Harper turns back to the ring walking up the steel steps. As he steps in between the ropes, he takes off his leather jacket passing it over the top rope to the ring announcer. Harper begins jogging on the spot, hitting his chest as the crowd begins to chant, Harper....Harper...Harper....

Stormy: The following contest is the Fatal 4-Way Submission Match. Introducing first, from Truro, Nova Scotia, Canada…weighing in at 191 pounds…he is the Canadian Destroyerrrr…John Harperrrrrrr!!!

Tex: And there’s the man that in essence put this match together. He has quickly come into the AWA and is already looking to make a statement.

Duff: Unfortunately beating his three opponents won’t raise all that many eyebrows, being that jobbers of the AWA are those three opponents…

Tex: I wouldn’t call Metamania a jobber, Duff. He’s been around for years and much like Harper, is a seasoned in-ring veteran.

Duff: Obviously you haven’t been paying attention over the past 3 shows, Tex. Metamania is on a losing streak, even saying that he might very well retire. It really is time for the younger stars to step up and old decrepits like Metamania to just leave.

Tex: Tell that to his face. Let’s see how far that gets you.

The opening riff for "Room For One More" is heard over the PA. As soon as the baseline kicks in Jason emerges from the back with his mentor Steve Ramone following him close behind alongside Carrie. The crowd are mixed in their reaction to the trio as whilst they hate Jason they love Steve and Carrie. Jason rolls into the ring and bounces off the ropes as Steve and Carrie take up positions at ringside, both looking in at the man responsible for putting this match together, John Harper.

Stormy: His first opponent, from Las Vegas Nevada, weighing in at 175 pounds…Jason Stevens!!!!

Jason barely has time to toot his own horn before “The Unforgiven II” by Metallica plays. Big Bad Casey appears on the stage, warming up a bit, throwing a few punches at the air before walking down the ramp towards the ring. The crowd doesn’t know what to think about the big man, since he lost to Jason Stevens his last time out. Casey seems to just ignore them as he walks up the steel steps and just simply steps over the turnbuckle, joining his opponents inside the ring. Jason and John actually don’t look all that intimidated as Big Bad Casey stands before them, staring them both down.

Tex: There is the big ogre in the match…

Duff: And right before him we saw the biggest loser in wrestling history!

Stormy: The next combatant in this match, from Nashua, New Hampshire, weighing in at 375 pounds…BIG…BAD…CASEYYYYY!!!

The fans in the Garden just continue to sit in their seats now. That is until the sounds of an alarm, along with gunfire, blare over the speakers as does the whirling of helicopter blades before the guitars and drums kick off Disturbed's Indestructible. As Metamania steps out from behind the curtain and stands at the center of the top of the ramp, two pyros, one from each side, blast a few times. Freya, dressed in her sexy wrestling outfit, walks over to her man, standing next to him and the two take each other's hand and start walking down the ramp aisle. They break off so that they can greet the fans with handshakes, high fives, and smiles, the crowd happy to see Metamania as they roar loudly. As they reach ringside, Metamania jumps on the apron side of the ring and slithers under the bottom rope. Freya finds herself a vacant spot at ringside, knowing that her man needs to focus. She shouts encouragement in her man’s direction as all four men now stare one another down, looking from one to another, wondering who will make the first move.

Stormy: And the final entrant in this match…from New York City!!!

This garnishes a huge pop and Stormy has to wait for the fans of Metamania to calm down before continuing.

Stormy: Weighing in at 176 pounds…he is The One and Only…Metamaaaaaaaaaniaaaaaaaaa!!!!!

The crowd cheers as no one has yet made a move in the ring. Metamania raises his arms and pounds his chest. This seems to enrage the other competitors, but only Big Bad Casey makes a move. He goes to clothesline Metamania over the top rope, but Metamania sees it coming as the referee calls for the bell to officially begin the match. Metamania ducks down and goes to cut Casey’s right leg out from under him. He gets the job done and all three converge on the big man.

Tex: That is actually a great strategy for the three smaller guys to work on the big man and get him out early!

Duff: I figured this would happen…

Jason and John drag Casey to the center of the ring and Metamania joins them. John is the first to apply a single leg boston crab on to Casey’s right leg. Jason catches on and immediately applies the same a bit lower on the leg. Metamania throws his arms up in the air and sees that Casey has yet to tap out despite two wrestlers torquing the leg of the big man. Metamania finally joins the other two of his opponents and applies the extra torque needed to get Big Bad Casey grimacing. Being that he’s dead center in the middle of the ring there is no way Casey is going to make it to the ropes. He reaches his hand out, squirming to break the leg hold of the other three, but is unable to do so and finally taps out.

Stormy: The first to be eliminated from the match…Big…Bad…Casey!!!

All three of the remaining combatants let go as Casey slowly rolls out of the ring, holding his right leg in a good degree of pain.

Tex: Wow. It took all three to get the big man to tap.

Duff: Again, I saw that happening… I knew it would.

Tex: Stop believing that you’re such a know-it-all Duff! What are you going to say that you saw happening next?

Duff: I saw what you just said happening… I knew it would.

Tex shakes his head as inside the ring Stevens and Harper are beginning to go at it. Metamania takes a look at the situation, possibly waiting to take on the winner of the two.

Duff: I saw this coming to. Metamania using cowardice to get him to the end of this match.

Tex: I guarantee you that that’s not in his thought process.

Harper and Stevens continue to lock up, trading a few punches until Stevens is finally able to whip Harper to the far side of the ring. It’s at this point that Metamania interjects himself into their affairs. He goes over to Harper and slams Harper’s back against the corner, right into the turnbuckle. Metamania then rears back and fires a Dragon Kick in mid-air at Harper’s head, connecting with it. Harper slumps down into the corner. Metamania looks to go on the attack to follow up what he’s just done, but suddenly gets turned around by Jason Stevens, who hits Metamania with a European uppercut to the jaw. Metamania stumbles around now until Jason Stevens is able to lock in an armbar to Metamania’s left arm. Metamania furiously does his best to get out of the armbar. It doesn’t take long before he succeeds and just shoves Jason Stevens away from him. He looks back towards Harper who is just beginning to get to his feet, using the ropes to do so.

Tex: I don’t think that distraction by Stevens will be good enough for Harper’s sake. But we shall see.

Metamania pulls Harper up and out of the corner and goes to lock in the Torture of the Dragon, but Stevens comes back and yanks Metamania away from Harper. Metamania and Stevens now begin to go at it, Metamania clearly flaring from beneath his mask, knowing he lost out on an opportunity to get Harper locked into a submission maneuver. The crowd begins to cheer in their seats as Metamania is able to take control and get Stevens down to the canvas. Metamania looks over at Harper and then smiles to himself before locking Stevens into a sharpshooter.

Duff: Hey wait a minute! That little puke is using the Harper Stretch! John, stop him!

Tex: It’s all fair and clean.

Harper this time is about to go after Metamania, but he holds back actually. Metamania locks the sharpshooter in as hard as possible as he continues to look in Harper’s direction. Stevens tries to desperately crawl towards the ropes as Steve and Carrie cheer him on, especially Carrie which does give Jason inspiration to get closer and closer to the ropes….that is until Metamania yanks him back towards the middle by a couple of feet. Carrie sighs now at ringside as Jason begins to tap out, unable to go on.

Stormy: The second competitor to be eliminated…Jason Stevens!

Metamania doesn’t let go of the hold right away as he points his right index finger right at John Harper, basically telling him without words that he’s the next to fall.

Tex: Well, we’re now down to the two men that everyone thought would win this match. It seems very fitting that these two are now head to head, although I’m sure Metamania was not looking forward to this reunion.

Duff: Yeah, normally I don’t cheer for a crowd whore like John Harper, but in this case I’ll make an exception. He’s the lesser of two evils.

The crowd cheers again as soon as the referee is able to get Metamania off of Jason Stevens. The two former GWA Revolution members begin to circle one another now, both of them actually faking a move towards one another before Metamania finally springs into action, looking to take Harper down. He drops him to the canvas and then gets up. He reaches down and grabs Harper’s right leg, but Harper is somehow able to kick Metamania away with his left leg which is still free. Harper gets back to his feet as Metamania does as well. Metamania heads for the nearest corner, scales to the top turnbuckle, seemingly waiting for Harper to join him. John just shakes his head, not willing to play Metamania’s game. Instead John reaches up for Metamania’s head, but Metamania blocks him from doing so. Metamania comes from off his perch and plants Harper to the canvas with a bulldog from the top rope. Metamania holds onto Harper’s head and picks him off the canvas. He then weakens Harper just enough to get him down into the Torture of the Dragon.

Tex: This is the second time in the match that he’s locked this move on and this time there is no third wheel in there to help out John Harper. This one could be over!

Duff: Damn it John! Reverse that garbage hold!

Harper seems to listen as he begins to wriggle around in the STF. He suddenly pushes his legs upwards to the sky and moves his body onto its side. Metamania tries desperately to keep Harper locked in, but Harper is able to finally completely get out of the submission hold. Even though John doesn’t look 100 percent, he stands up and throws himself at Metamania and both men go down to the canvas, Harper on top of Metamania. Harper, after a few seconds, drags his body off of Metamania’s and begins to half-heartedly kick Metamania to the nearest corner. Once he’s there, Metamania begins to revive himself and get back to his feet. This is when Harper kicks Metamania right in the midsection. He hooks up Metamania between his legs, setting up for what appears to be a power bomb. Suddenly though he wraps Metamania’s torso around the turnbuckle, right near the bottom of it, with Metamania’s back right against the turnbuckle! He grabs Metamania’s arms and legs and pulls forward so Metamania can’t touch the ropes. Harper then puts one leg in between Metamania’s arm and steps through with the other one, locking his legs inside Metamania’s. Harper keeps hold of Metamania’s hands so he still can’t grab the ropes.

Tex: …

Duff: I don’t think I’ve seen anything like this before! And the referee can’t make a rope break because Metamania has yet to touch the ropes!!! He may have to tap out! YES!!!

Tex: I’m assuming this is a modified version of the Harper Stretch so to speak, but this is just unthinkable. You can’t even say that you predicted this would happen.

Duff: Who gives a crap?! Metamania’s going to lose…AGAIN!

Freya comes over to that corner to encourage Metamania to try and break the hold. Backstage in his office Canis can eagerly be seen watching the match on a video monitor. But it looks quite grim for the masked veteran. Harper does his best to hold on as the referee makes sure that no part of Metamania is touching the ropes. Metamania tries to move his body a bit to get it to touch the ropes, but with no luck. Metamania can be seen grimacing in the contorted state that he’s in.

Tex: That position just can’t be comfortable for Metamania to be in. I can say just about the same for Harper!

Metamania’s eyes are still open but are slowly fading as he looks out at his hometown crowd. They all will him on as he is seen gritting his teeth. Freya gets real close to him, but the referee warns her to not get involved. Freya backs up a couple of feet and as soon as she does so Metamania finally yells out “I submit! I submit!!!”

The referee calls for the bell and Harper frees himself from Metamania. The referee raises John Harper’s arm as “Last Resort” by Papa Roach plays. Meanwhile, Stormy makes her usual announcement.

Stormy: Here is your winner of the Fatal 4-Way Submission Match…John Harperrrrrrr!!!

Metamania is now seething in the corner, but has pretty much everything taken out of him. Freya comes to his aid now and rolls him out of the ring, ready to assist him to the back. Harper meanwhile staggers around the ring, still celebrating his victory as the scene cuts to the backstage area.

Winner:

We flick backstage to find Canis sitting in his makeshift office with his feet up on his desk, looking on as Harper celebrates his victory inside the arena. The camera flicks to Metamania who is being escorted up the aisle by Freya, who's looking sorry for her man. As the two disappear behind the curtain, Canis' speaks thoughtfully

What's missing? I can't put my finger on it, i really can't. Four weeks now without a victory for a guy that used to dominate this business... i just don't know. Honestly, i think it's just a minor blip. We all know what happened the last time Metamania had a minor blip, don't we? I know first hand just what it feels like to be on the receiving end of a Metamania fightback... and i'm hoping the same thing happens again this time around. I know there's a lot of fight left in that guy... he's too proud of his legacy to just pack it all in. Trust me when i say... we will see the best of Metamania once again.. very soon.

As for Harper... there's promise there. I've read the books, watched the tapes and listened to the hype surrounding this guy's arrival here and his past rivalries and alliances stemming back from the GWA days. He's not put a foot wrong yet, either... impressive performances both in a team and on his own. The kind of guy that this place needs to stem the flow of shit that pours from the Family's contrived and collective orifice week in, week out. He doesn't need my help... hell, nobody needs my help around here otherwise they wouldn't be here... but he DOES need a level playing field.

He tilts his head either side and looks directly to the camera, meaning business

And it's my duty as General Manager to make sure he gets it.

Now, at the beginning of the week, i was musing over the comments of those that were eager to kick off their war of words early... and stumbled across that delightful old pal of mine, Jonathan Porter. I was curious to hear what he had to say now that he was under his brother's chicken wing, how his manner and tone might have adjusted to the bad guy billing. Imagine my surprise when all i was confronted with was the same tedious, dial-tone voice spouting the usual double standards that i expect from a member of The Family.

Apparently, i'm yet to find my place in the Asylum. According to dear old Fang, i THINK i've outsmarted and outwitted the people who make this company tick. Hmmm. Well Fang, like always... i don't think, i KNOW. My place in the Asylum is pretty well cemmented now i've totally and utterly outsmarted and outwitted the morons that try and make this place run smoothly. Hell, Jonathan, if you and Brenda could have come up with a plan half as good as the one myself and Metamania concocted, you'd have jumped all over it. I know how people like you think. You see, i knew you were using me as some kind of mercenary during your ill-advised climb to the top of the mountain, but i didn't care. I didn't care because i knew, if push came to shove, i could take you down if you stepped out of line and trampled all over my toes. And i thought that whilst i was around you, i could learn a thing or two from a decorated veteran such as yourself.

Well... i learnt sweet F.A. from you, Jonny boy. Why? Because there was nothing useful to learn. Any useful tact i could have picked up from you had been washed away a long time ago

I would have been much better off riding on my own without you in the sidecar. It's funny, listening to you now. Once somebody comes along and kick's your cheap ass all over the ring, you turn around and give this Oscar winning performance that you have the utmost respect for them and they were the better man on the night, yada yada yada. When, really, you just want to put off another ass kicking. It's pathetic, Jon. Especially from a man who claims to be so rich in dignity and legacy... when really, you're just dodging bullets by stroking as many people as you can get away with.

Now, despite your attempts at sounding knowledgable... i have some corrections to make to your comments. First of all, in response to whether i'm coming or going... gimme a few nights with Brenda and she'll be able to answer that for you emphatically. Since i woke up from my Opus Dei-enduced coma, i've become re-accustomed to the pleasures in life, if you know what i mean. But cheap talk aside... You tried to claim that the fans here in the AWA have the last word on who succeeds and who falls by the wayside. You seem to be under this illusion that the people that tune in every week, and plonk their asses on seats, are in complete control of who wins and who loses... who reaches the peak.. and who disappears into oblivion.

You seem to believe... that they get what they want.

Well, my old friend, you seem to have swallowed real hard on whatever Goth gave you to swallow. Because everybody around the back that isn't paid loyalty bonuses by Goth knows that the game is rigged. The table is titled. And nobody seems to notice, nobody seems to care. Unfortunately, i came to realise that the loyal fans of the AWA were being duped. They were being tricked out left, right and centre. Goth doesn't give a shit about what the fans want or think. He doesn't give a shit.. he just doesn't care. All he's interested in is his own power, that's all it is, and how he can get a little more of it by screwing honest, hard-working and decent guys before they even step into the ring. If you're not with him, you're against him. Kinda sounds like this country's former President, don't you think? And everybody knows just how much interest he had in the people under his control, right? Heh. Well, although i may have got my labido back... i never liked Bush. And if i come across a slimey replicate of that jackass in any walk of life, i see it as my duty to screw him over. And that's exactly what i'll be doing. Now the fans don't sit on a panel and play judge and jury, as you so put it. Goth does. Some of these fans don't even have the chance to pass judgment because Goth's already kicked potential supertars out for refusing to kiss his feet or brainwashed them into joining his little club. Take Jason Stevens... i saw some tapes of him before he made a name for himself. That kid had talent... he had the potential to be the next generation that this Asylum so urgently craves - God forbid we have to put up with fading wrinkles like yourself, Fang. But he bought into Goth's little game and blew it. Now he's sliding down the ladder because he never had the chance to really put himself across. He was instructed to do Goth's bidding and nothing else. It doesn't surprise me, because he's an idiot. But all he needed was guidance. He turned to the wrong people... mainly because there was nobody else to turn to.

Now there is.

I have no problem what so ever with the Good vs. The Bad... Hero vs. Villain thing, it's what makes this business tick. But what i won't have is Goth buying his way out of trouble just so he can soak up some more power. Because, whether you like it or not, that's exactly what he did to you. You fell for it hook, line and sinker. You did exactly what you said you never would. And it's comical, Jonathan. I can't take you seriously anymore. You think the cheese slid off of MY cracker? I'm beginning to wonder whether there was any cheese on yours at all. You spent so long resisting the blood bond that you were so ashamed to have... and yet all of that nobel hard work has been for nothing, because you bailed out so you can get your cheap hands on a cheap title shot. Think of it logically... how on Earth, after having your ass handed to you and your International Title ripped from your waste by Chase Tomlin, have you managed to wrangle a Universal Title shot the following week? Even if it was pre-arranged, you should have to prove yourself again just like everybody else has had to. But because you're sucking on your brother's teet, you get to jump the queue. You say the fans get what they want every week? Do you seriously think for one moment that the Asylum's fans want to watch YOU fight it out with Marissa Swanson? Do you honestly believe that they want some aging old tosh being pushed around week in, week out just so he can try and feel good about himself? Do you think that entertains them? Hell no, they want the next bright star. They want somebody to take the mantel for the Good guys and carry it all the way to the top. Somebody like John Harper, perhaps. They don't want you, Jonathan...

They never wanted you.

You decided to stick to me because you were afraid of falling down the plug hole. You went against your better judgment and sided with your brother and his cretins because you were afraid no one would hold you up any longer. Well tonight will prove, without shadow of doubt, that you do not have what it takes to get your hands on the big one, Fang.. and all this propping you up has been a complete waste of everybody's time. As you lay flat on your back after Marissa has retained her Universal Title... as the crowd call for the wheelchair to get your crippled ass out and a newer, fresher and more exciting talent in... as you lay in bed tonight, mulling over yet another missed opportunity... you may FINALLY realise that you are The Beast who never was.. and never will be.. King.

And i will take all the pleasure in the world... in making sure that that remains true.

Hank wanders backstage, when he is ambushed by a camera and a Jade Green. Not that he minded, Green was a great thing to look at, and Hank wanted to stare at something pretty, Jade would do.

Jade: Hank I am glad a I found, I was wondering if you have anything to say about your upcoming match with Chase Tomlin?

Hank takes a long minute to think about, and smiles a bastards smile.

Hank: My mother once said, if I can’t say anything nice, to not say nothing at all, but my mother is not here, and Chase is an asshole, but then again this shouldn’t surprise me, back in the day he was an assholes, and assholes never change. He is a big talker and nothing more, a dick perched up so high that he just begging to fall, and Jade I plan to knock him down hard. I plan to humble him, and I plan to win International title.

Jade: Big plans I guess for you then tonight?

Hank: About as big as they get. But I got to go Jade, I got asses to kick and titles two win.

And he kisses her hand and saunters away.

Canis looks seriously into the camera, the first time we've seen him in his mood since his return. The shot fades to black as Canis stands up and heads out of his office

The show cuts backstage to show Foxxy Dreams standing alongside the AWA International Champion, Chase Tomlin. With the title proudly over his shoulder, he looks down at Dreams as if he is pressed for time.

Dreams: Ladies and gentlemen, Sub-Zero has been a huge success thus far, but we're only halfway done! My guest at this time is a man who will be in action later tonight when he defends his title against Hank Henry III in a ladder match. Please help me welcome The Dark Angel himself, Chase Tomlin. Now Chase, first of all, thank you for meeting with me under such short notice. I didn't mean to interrupt your preparations.

Chase: It comes with the territory I suppose. You win some gold suddenly everybody either wants to be your friend or your enemy. In some cases, you get enemies trying to act like friends.

Chase adjusts the title on his shoulder as Dreams nods at him.

Dreams: I guess that makes sense. What I would like to know though is if the rumors are true? You know what I mean right? The rumors about Fang asking you to join The Family?

Chase rolls his eyes and looks down at Foxxy.

Chase: Alright, let me put all of this to rest right now before anybody else asks me. Did Mr. Porter invite me into The Family? No. Does he plan to? I have no idea. Last but not least, if Mr. Porter extends the invitation, will I accept?

Foxxy watches intently, holding the microphone closer to Chase to make sure to capture this.

Chase: Absolutely. Instead of asking me why, allow me to ask you this Mrs. Dreams... Why wouldn't I? It seems to me that the AWA is full of people looking to strap a blind target to my back. With that in mind, tell me why I wouldn't be honored to align myself with the best this company has to offer? Simply put Mrs. Dreams, if it's war people want, then I may have to join an army.

Dreams: Well with that in mind Chase, let's get back to what is important tonight. As you prepare for what could be a true test of your career here in AWA so far, what is running through your mind?

Chase: Blood... Nothing more... Nothing less.

Chase turns and walks away, not saying another word as the camera cuts back to ringside.

Vs.

Stormy Canyon: This match is for one fall, and it's a ladder match for the International Championship Title!! Introducing the challenger coming down the aisle standing in at 6’6 and weighing in at 248 pounds!! Hailing from Ellis, New York!!! He is accompanied by Chaplin Graves!!! Hank Henry the thirdddddddddddddddddddd!!!

Hank Henry comes out with his limping manager Chaplin Graves, they discuss the pro and cons of the upcoming match, Chaplin, and Hank high five the crown on there way down to the ring, Both men walk up the stairs stepping between the ropes. Chaplin, and Hank Henry both look up at the International Championship title hanging above! Chaplin begins pumping up Hank Henry the third. 

Tex: Look at the crafty Chaplin Graves trying to pump up Hank Henry the third!! He knows what this match is all about!

Duff: Hank looks prepared, and ready for a fight! This ones going to be a dandy!

Stormy Canyon: And his opponent, he is the current International Champion!!!! Coming down the aisle standing in at 6'6 and weight in at 315 lbs!! Chasssssse Tomlllllllllllllin!!!!!

The lights in the arena dim and turn to a crimson hue as "Forsaken" by Disturbed begins to play through the speakers. The fans begin to boo as a small flame circles the center of the stage. A few moments pass before the flames rocket into the air. As the flames begin to die down, Chase Tomlin stands in the center of the small flames, looking around the crowd. Chase smirks slyly before stepping through the flames and making his way into the blood red spotlight and making his way down to the ring. At the bottom of the ramp, Chase walks around the ring to the steel steps, slowly stepping up one at a time before slowly pacing across the apron, taking a moment to look into the crowd with disgust before climbing between the ropes and making his way to his as the lights return to normal. Chase removes his trench coat and drapes it across the top rope as the music fades out. Chase looks up at his championship belt hanging above, he then looks directly into the eyes of Hank Henry the third.

Tex: By the looks of the champ he's ready to go!

Duff: What a battle this is going to be, you can feel the tension already!

Chip Long signals for the bell, the bell sounds, with the two throwing comments at each other, when chase points up towards his championship belt Hank comes running at him with full force looking to connect with a spear, as Chase moves out of the way as he pushes on the back of Hank helping him smash into the turnbuckle, Hank staggers backwards as Chase hits a back drop. Chase quickly to his feet bounce off the ropes laying down an elbow to the chest, followed by a second, and a third. Chase helps Hank Henry the third to his feet, as he Irish whips him towards the ropes, as Hank counters the Irish whip as he connects with a short arm clothes line. Hank pulls Chase to his feet as he head butts Chase, Chase Tomlin staggers backwards as Hank follows up taking Chase down with a spear followed by left, and right hands. Hank brings Chase back up to his feet, as Hank Henry the third tosses Chase Tomlin over the top rope onto the concrete floor. Hank Henry then distracts the referee, as Chaplin Graves lifts Chase to his feet Irish whipping Chase Tomlin into the steal post. Hank Henry then slides under the bottom rope.

Tex: What a start to this match up Duff!

Duff: We knew this was going to be a great one from the beginning, and it's proven to be just that!