JS: Cut this bullshit right now!

The camera pans over to the entrance ramp were we see Jason “The Sensation” Stevens approaching the ring clearly pissed off, the interviewers leave quickly and the crowd boos

JS: Oh, like your opinions actually matter! For the past several weeks I’ve been harassed by my former manager Marty McFarge and to be quite blunt I’m sick and fucking tired of it! Marty, haul you’re fat ass out here and explain yourself!

Several seconds pass before Marty appears on stage with a big grin on his face.

MM: JASON!! How have you been man?! Hey great job kicking that Toddi kid’s ass last week!

Jason fumes.

JS: Cut the bullshit Marty! First you trashed my lockeroom, and then you had those thugs attack me, then you trash my limo and put my limo driver in a coma! Why? Why are you making my life a living hell?

MM: Because you fired me!

Jason shakes his head.

JS: You’re willing to go to such lengths because I fired you? Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t have you arrested?

MM: In today’s recession? You bet your ass I am! Only I’m not alone, here’s the reason why you won’t have me arrested!

”The Golden Age Of Grotesque” begins to play and Jason looks confused as Goth emerges on the entrance way and stands next to Marty McFarge../i>

TM: Goth? And Marty together? What the hell???

DT: Haven’t you heard the rumors? It’s huge!!!

Goth: Damn you Marty? Sharp suit your wearing!! You would almost assume you got that suit from my brother!! But then again, he’s not as fat as you are…

Marty laughs out loud as Goth turns his attention towards Jason

Goth: Listen Jason, you want answers? You got it. Marty and I struck a deal after I released Bill from his services. Because quite frankly, the guy got sloppy!! I need someone new for the role to be fulfilled and guess what?? You are looking at him!! So if you want him to be arrested Jason!! Then be my guest as I will have you suspended from in ring action and from competing tonight for the TV title!! So that’s your choice!! Let’s go Marty… I got a show to run….

Goth and Marty walk back as Jason is foaming from the mouth of anger

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The camera focuses on the entrance ramp as Stormy Canyon's voice sounds over the PA system.

Stormy: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall!!! Introducing first, hailing from Lausanne, Switzerland, standing 6'7” and weighing in at 270 pounds...MAKESHIFT!!!

The arena goes dark. Suddenly the music start playing as Makeshift walks down the ramp. About half way down he will suddenly stop and look down at his hand, which will be now holding a match that is on fire, the flame burns brightly in the darkness. He then just drops the match at his feet, bursting him into flames. The flames go out after a few seconds and he has disappeared. The lights turn on only to his green coat and hood lay in a pile where he was standing there a few seconds ago. Suddenly Makeshift will appear from the crowd or from under the ring or even behind the Announcers table. He will then walk to the ring and just stand neutral in one of the corner of the ring waiting for his opponent.

Tex: Makeshift is making is in-ring debut in the AWA here tonight at Highway to Hell. Going into this match up, no one has seen or heard anything from Makeshift. Why do you think that is?

Duff: Probably because he was scrubbing that iron underwear he's got on.

Tex: I really don't know how I stand you sometimes, you know that?

Duff: Let's just let the rookies play.

Stormy: And his opponent, standing 6'5” and weighing in at 260 pounds, from Detroit, Michigan...MADROXCIDE!!!

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

Tex: Unlike his opponent, Madroxcide has had quite a bit to say this week. Considering Makeshift's silence, what do you suppose is going through his mind right now?

Duff: You know, I like this kid. He's a young guy making his Pay Per View debut against a guy who's just as green as he his. He's full of piss and vinegar, and he's looking to pull a big victory here tonight.

Tex: Well the time for talk is over and now we're set to begin!

The timekeeper rings the bell and the match begins. Madroxcide wastes no time, rushing across the ring and nearly decapitating Makeshift with a clothesline! As Makeshift gets to one knee, Madroxcide sets up in a karate stance. As Makeshift slowly gains his feet, the X-Rated Superstar unloads with a Spinning Heel Kick, sending Makeshift backwards into the ropes! Like a pinball machine, the ropes send Makeshift right back into the arms of his opponent, and Madroxcide plants him with a Belly to Belly Drop! As Makeshift rolls onto his back, Madroxcide runs toward the ropes, planting his feet on the middle rope and launching himself into the air, landing hard on his opponent with a Moonsault! Madroxcide hooks Makeshift's legs and goes for the cover. The referee counts one...two...but Madroxcide breaks the count himself, pulling Makeshift off of the mat and shaking his head, telling the ref he's not finished yet.

Duff: See? That's why I love this kid!

Tex: Definitely a bold move by the X-Rated Superstar, but I have to wonder if it'll pay off, or if he'll pay for it.

Madroxcide gets Makeshift to his feet, grabbing his arm and slinging him into the nearest corner. As Makeshift stumbles backward, Madroxcide wraps his arms around his head, planting Makeshift with an Inverse DDT! The crowd is slowly beginning to chant for Madroxcide, loving the brutality of the beating they're witnessing. Madroxcide picks up his opponent, placing Makeshift's head between his legs. With a loud grunt, Madroxcide hoists Makeshift over his head, slamming him to the mat with a brutal XKO! The referee hits the mat and begins to count as Madroxcide hooks his opponent's leg. One...two...three!!! Madroxcide gets to his feet smiling as the referee holds his hand up in victory.

Stormy: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner...MADROXCIDE!!! Duff: Whoa! Did you see that?! That's got to be one of the quickest victories on record! Damn, I love this kid!

Tex: Madroxcide finishes his night with an impressive display, picking up the victory in under three minutes here in his Pay Per View debut!

Violent J's Superstar begins to play over the PA system as the referee drops Madroxcide's hand. The X-Rated Superstar moves over to the fallen body of his opponent, spitting on him before climbing out of the ring and making his way up the entrance ramp as the show fades to an advertisement for AWA merchandise.

Winner:

The camera shifts to an AWA announcer who is standing in the walkway right behind the curtain to the entrance of the wrestling arena. Awaiting someone for an interview, the man stands there and looks at his watch briefly. Then, apparently caught off guard, he looks up in surprise to find none other than The Masked Terror, who is standing there dressed in his wrestling gear and looking ready to go to the ring. He stops and looks the Interviewer up and down then just shakes his head in disapproval at the looks of him. The Masked Terror then walks up to the interviewer and begins to speak.

Masked Terror: "C’mere and let’s get this interview done before I got to go out there and retire someone."

The AWA interviewer steps in and begins to speak, but he is interrupted by The Masked Terror who calmly reaches up and takes the mike out of his hands. Ignoring the shocked look on the face of the interviewer, The Masked Terror just shrugs and begins to speak.

Masked Terror: "I'm going to make this short and sweet: I ain’t no one’s hero, I am no one’s playboy and I'm sure as hell not some kid’s idol. When you get right down to it, I'm a bad man, I like to hurt people and nothing gets me harder than beating people up. Seriously.”

The Masked Terror pauses for a moment as he flexes his muscles.

Masked Terror : “Ya’ll wanna label me; ya want to call me a heel, a bad guy or whatever the hell else, well, I don’t give a damn, I just call it getting the job done. And Mike Anderson, you’re going to find that out first hand tonight. I’ll see you in the ring, punk!"

Masked Terror then throws the microphone to the floor and menacingly approaches the camera with his Terror DeathClaw hand extended as though trying to reach right through the television screen to grab the viewers as the cameras fade out.

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Stormy: The following match is a Submission Only Match. The only way to win is to have your opponent submit. Introducing first, weighing in at 263 pounds…The Masked Terror.

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

Tex: Damn it! I am so sick of masked wrestlers!

Duff: It does seem to have become a theme here in AWA as of late. But they have all been successful.

Tex: I don’t care, I’m still sick of seeing them.

Stormy: And his opponent. Weighing in at 215 pounds from Las Vegas, Nevada. Mike Anderson.

The arena lights dim, as a bright orange spotlight focuses on a massive curtain hanging from the rafters, obscuring the ramp and big screen. A male silhoutte can be seen behind the curtain, enlarged tenfold by the lighting. The athletic figure is intensely warming up with a leather jump rope as the sounds of "Lunatic Fringe" by Red Rider fill the arena.

As the drum beat kicks in, the massive curtain drops and an instantenous blast of pyrotechnics is set off, as Mike Anderson violently throws the jump rope aside and marches down the ring, with his Judo black belt draped over his shoulders. Focused purely on the ring, he pulls his arms back violently from the fans reaching out to him from ringside. Before approaching the ring, he gives a quick, almost casual bow, as any martial artist would before entering his "dojo".

As he reaches ringside, he quickly darts up the steps and hops over the ropes and begins circling the mat, before he places his black belt under the bottom turnbuckle, and stands in the corner, crouched in a battle-ready stance

Tex: You see, is it that hard to walk to the ring without a mask?

Duff: Okay Tex, I get it. But this match should be interesting, two men looking to make their debut. And what a way to make it in a submissions only match.

The bell rings and Anderson shoots in with a double leg that brings Terror to the ground. Anderson begins throwing hard rights and lefts like he were in a mixed martial arts bout. The referee can do nothing about the closed fists as Masked Terror covers up trying to block the blows to his head. After a few hard hits, Terror rolls his hips over and he finds himself on top of Anderson, and begins to give his own hard punches to Anderson’s skull. Anderson too covers up, but takes one hard blow to the temple that cuts him and a small amount of blood begins to flow. Terror goes for a big haymaker and as he punches down Anderson catches his punch and quickly twists to go for an arm bar. But before he can Terror rolls out of the ring.

Tex: Wow bloodshed already.

Duff: And a quick arm bar attempt by Mike Anderson. He wants to finish this quickly to prove a point.

Terror stalks around the ring as Anderson screams for him to get back in. Terror goes to slide in, but thinks differently as Anderson tries to catch him on the ground and he slides out again. He continues to walk around the ring until Anderson jumps out and begins to give chase. Terror slides back in and as soon as Anderson follows, Terror drops a hard elbow onto the back of his neck. Anderson is stunned and before he can shake himself back Terror jumps on going for a rear naked choke. Anderson begins to flail around trying to fight the move. Terror synchs in the move deep, but Anderson is too close to the ropes and his foot slides under the bottom rope. The referee calls for the break. Terror does not break, he holds it. The referee physically begins to try and break the hold as Anderson begins to loose consciousness.

Duff: He’s under the bottom rope break the hold.

Tex: What is the referee gonna do, Disqualify him?

Finally Terror releases the hold, but a lot of the damage has been done. The referee goes to check on Anderson who lays on the canvas in a daze. Terror pushes the referee out of the way and brings Anderson to his feet. He begins to pound on Anderson’s wound to open it wider as now the blood begins to cover his face. Terror kicks Anderson in the gut and then bounces off the rope nailing a huge running knee lift that sends Anderson into the air and then crashing to the canvas with the back of his head bouncing hard. Terror looks around to the unhappy crowd and poses for a bit. Anderson is moving, but barely as he tries to regain some of his strength. Terror grabs Anderson by the back of his head and brings him to his feet, Anderson tries a final burst of energy and breaks Terror’s hands away from his neck. He goes for a big right hand, but Terror ducks, Anderson spins around and Terror hooks him in a deep sleeper. Anderson on instinct falls into the ropes hugging the middle one. Again the referee commands for a break, but Terror holds the sleeper tight for a few more seconds, sucking more energy from his opponent.

Tex: You have to wonder how much more Mike Anderson has.

Duff: Hopefully a lot, the last thing I need to see is another masked guy win his debut here.

Terror releases the hold and the referee begins to scold him, but is met with a hard right hand. The referee goes flying out of the ring. Terror turns back to the bloodied Anderson who still hugs the rope for salvation. Terror stalks his prey and delivers a few hard kicks to the kidney area of Anderson. Anderson still refuses to let go of the middle rope until Terror reaches around and hooks him under his chin and drags Anderson by his neck to the middle of the ring. Anderson lay on the ground and Terror backs up dropping a huge fist to his bloody skull. The fans are erupting with boos as Terror seems to be enjoying the slow picking apart of Anderson. Terror brings Anderson to his feet, he can barely hold his own weight as Terror brings him up and down with a huge stomach breaker. Anderson rolls on the ground clutching his stomach and the microphones pick up loud yells of pain.

Tex: Terror is just picking apart Mike Anderson. Welcome to the AWA I guess.

Duff: Terror is an idiot, who is going to call for the bell when Anderson taps? He knocked out the referee.

Terror slowly circles Anderson, who is trying to crawl back to his feet. But anytime he pushes himself up Terror stomps him back down. When it seems Terror has lost interest in this game he brings Anderson back to his feet. Now the blood has gone from his face to covering his chest, and all over the mat. Terror looks around to the crowd before hooking in a T Bone suplex and throwing Anderson up and over. Anderson crashes down on his head and neck. Terror springs back up to his feet and he signals for the end. He drags the barely conscious Anderson into the middle of the ring and hooks in the Darkest Hour. Anderson begins to tap with all the strength he has, but there is no referee. Slowly Anderson begins to fade until he has lost consciousness, but still Terror holds the submission hold tight. A referee runs frantically from the back, he slides under the bottom rope, he sees Anderson is no longer conscious and calls for the bell. As the bell rings Terror still does not release the hold the referee calls for help and several officials run down and are able to get Terror to release the hold and he slides out of the ring. The officials begin to attend to Anderson.

Stormy: Here is your winner…..THE MAAAAAASSSSSSKKKKEEEEDDDD TEEERRRROOOOORRRR!

Tex: What an impressive debut by The Masked Terror. It looks like we have another very dangerous masked man here in AWA.

Duff: This company is turning into a never ending Comic Con and I’m not happy about it.

Winner:

The scene switches to the back where we see Big Bad Casey. He is seen warming up for the elimination chamber match against Modo, Arson, Mr. X, Jason Stevens and Matthew Toddi with the TV Title hanging in the balance. He sees the camera and gives a sinister looking smirk.

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

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

Casey: I am going to hurt you so bad that you won’t remember what hit you. Once I knock you out with Power Up or choke you out with Sin City, you will feel like you were hit by a freight train! I will be the victorious one in this match and that is a promise!!! Once I beat you and make sure each of you get eliminated in the Elimination Chamber for the TV Title, you will wish that I had gone easy on you in our match.

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

Modo is sitting in a leather couch in his lockerrom. He is waiting for Foxxy Dreams to come in and do her pre-match interview. A knock on the door, and in walks not the lovely Foxxy, but the old man, Gus...

MODO: You're doing the pre-match interview? Where's Foxxy?

Foxxy's busy tonight with all her other interviews. Besides she wouldn't ask any relevant questions away. You have said you have to say, now its time to out there and back it up! This interview consists of only one question, are you physically and mentally ready?

Yes. Both. I have already all but ended Arson's career. He's in no shape to compete after spending the week in hospital. As for Toddi, he will get a taste of the bigtime tonight, then fade back into obscurity. Stevens can put in the occassional good performance, but tonight is not one of those rare nights. Casey is big...good for him. And Mr X....tonight we battle, and it will be an honour to pin you cleanly for the Television title. As for your question Gus, you know better than anyone how hard I trained to be in top physical condition for this match. And you know the mental anguish I went through as well. I spent a night locked in a chamber, it has almost become a second home for me, more accomodating than frightening. I know its ins and outs better than anyone else in this match... so yes Gus, I am VERY ready!

Then get out there champ!

Gus pats Modo's back as he storms out of the lockerroom full of intensity

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The lights in the arena are dimmed way down low as a pulsating beat is playing as you see nothing but the huge structure known as the Elimination Chamber. The beat comes to a stop as a preview video rolls on the AWAtron, highlighting all the goings-on of the past few weeks regarding the brand new AWA Television Championship…to the matches that decided which 3 of the 6 would have the unfortunate task of possibly being the first two entrants…to all the other matches leading up to this very night at Highway to Hell. The tron suddenly cuts and everyone in the audience can hear quotes from all 6 members of the upcoming TV Title matchup…

Arson: Rage Against Society. I will win the AWA TV Title.

Matthew Toddi: I hope you’re all ready for something NOT so shocking. I’m leaving Highway To Hell…CHAMPION!

Modo: I am unstoppable, and I am running full speed ahead on the Highway to Hell!

Mr. X: Five souls will be sacrificed on the altar of the elimination chamber.

Jason Stevens: They don’t know what they’re getting themselves into…

Big Bad Casey: I am going to prove that Sunday when I eliminate you from the running and claim my first title in the AWA.

The voices silence as the lights slowly come back up. Stormy Canyon has the microphone to her lips as she stands near the announce table, awaiting to announce the competitors.

Stormy: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is the Elimination Chamber match where the winner will become the AWA Television Champion!!! Two men will start off in the ring with the other 4 locked into the pods. These pods will open at random every three minutes. Eliminations can happen at any given time and competitors can be eliminated via any means necessary including pinfall, submission, disqualification or if someone can’t get to their feet within the count of 10…

She lowers her microphone as the whisper of "I can feel it" strikes through the crowd. The lights go down and red smoke begins to build in the entrance way as the music gets louder. When the music blasts Mr. X bursts through the smoke into the center of the entrance way. He crosses his arms in an "X" at the top. There is a mixed reaction as he makes his way down the ramp. Mr. X jumps from the floor and up onto the ring apron, stepping into one of the 4 empty pods that the referee guides him to. He his "X" sign as the music dies and the lights return. Mr. X waits in his pod, waiting for all the other competitors.

Tex: Well, there’s the man that everyone thinks will win this thing.

Duff: That remains to be seen. It was known that he’s drawn a high entry number into this match, so it very well could favor him.

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 atop 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 being lead into another of the empty pods. His pod door is locked behind him as his music fades.

Tex: The other of the two favorites to go the distance will also be caged up early.

Duff: Modo has shown himself to be well…two-faced. Hopefully he can keep it together and not go ballistic in Satan’s playground here…

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 is mixed in their reaction to the trio as whilst they hate Jason they love Steve. Jason is guided to another of the pods and his is locked as soon as he’s comfortably inside. Jason looks to Steve and Carrie, who both give him nervous thumb-ups. His music fades as he looks over at both Modo and at Mr. X. Jason’s music is quickly changed into “Power and the Glory” by the Astral Doors. With a purpose Big Bad Casey heads toward the chamber, once in a while throwing up a karate stance. He is sent to the remaining empty pod. He fits in as best as he can and the door is slammed shut and locked behind him.

Duff: That pod can barely hold Casey.

Tex: Well being that Casey lost against Modo in that match a few weeks ago, he should be the first one released in about oh 3 minutes or so anyways.

Duff: Yeah. Casey is a caged beast right now. Really all 4 of these guys are. And yes, I’ll even give Stevens his due in this case. He looks ready to go for a change and ready to win another title belt!

Tex: That would really change his fortunes.

Stormy: The final two competitors will be the ones starting the match and will enter into the ring… Introducing first from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 252 pounds…Arrrrsooooonn!!!

The sound of a motorcycle revving up is heard as “Master of Puppets” starts to play. As the song starts, out walks Arson with his right hand in the air. His fist is waving. He wears a bandana and points to the air as he stands at the top of the ramp. As he walk down the ramp, he cracks his knuckles. When he reaches the chamber he feels some of the steel with his hands before he is pointed in the right direction. Arson enters the chamber and waits for what will be his first opponent.

Stormy: And finally coming to the ring, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at 225 pounds, Matthew Toddi!!!!

“Speak Your Mind” by 12 Stones hits as Matthew 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 his sides as red and white spark pyro comes out from above and the sides of him! He then walks down to the chamber and looks up at Arson, not looking afraid at all despite being in his first big prime-time match. Toddi comes up into the chamber and the referee inside the chamber locks the door. It’s padlocked completely from the outside as Matthew Toddi finishes going through his normal pre-match routine. Arson just looks on, not impressed in the least with Matthew.

Tex: These are two of the newest additions to the AWA roster. Fitting that they are the two that also start this match on this big of a stage.

Duff: It won’t matter Tex. Neither of them I feel have the stamina or the brains to go the distance. To me it’s a good thing that we’ll probably lose these two early in the going.

The bell rings and immediately Arson is all over Toddi. Matthew tries to cover up but Arson is relentless, throwing rounds and rounds of punches into Toddi’s gut, doubling him over. He then backs Toddi into the cage and begins to knee him now in the gut. The referee tells him to back away but Arson doesn’t do so. The referee assigned to the match begins to count. 1…2…3… Arson stops but this gives Toddi an opening. Still bent over, Toddi spears Arson down. Matthew gets up and is coughing. He walks away from Arson, not yet going for a cover.

Duff: Toddi might be our first casualty here. Arson put a hurting on him!

Tex: I’m surprised he’s not coughing up blood from that assault! Being a biker, I guess that makes Arson a tough guy to deal with.

Duff: And for young Toddi, he is paying the price for it!

Arson is back up from the spear and is again hungry. He goes to spear Toddi into the cage, but Toddi dodges out of the way and Arson like a bull goes right into the steel, unable to stop his momentum, his cranium crashing into the steel closest to Big Bad Casey’s pod. A few drops of blood can be seen coming from Arson’s forehead, but he doesn’t seem dazed by it.

Tex: The first of what will probably be a lot of disposed blood.

Duff: It makes it more entertaining to watch. I LOVE matches like these Tex, and I know that you do too. Admit it!

Tex: I love competition. And well, this is certainly that.

Matthew begins to size up Arson still feeling the pain in his gut, but he continues on. Arson turns and Matthew goes to deliver a jumping DDT. He jumps at Arson, but Arson avoids the DDT and Matthew splats right to the canvas. The crowd OHs as Toddi is in a really bad way. Jason Stevens can be seen shaking his head inside his pod at the youngster. Arson continues his assault once again as he mounts Toddi and now delivers some devastating fist shots right to Toddi’s mouth. The referee is on Arson’s case again as blood begins to now pour from Toddi’s busted open lips as the clock appears for the first time, counting down the seconds until the 3rd competitor can enter into the match.

Tex: It would serve Arson well to cover up Toddi here or make him tap out…especially with that clock counting…

Duff: Yeah, but it’s not like it’ll matter. Casey will eliminate these two EASILY!!!

The crowd counts down the time as Arson rolls Toddi over and goes for the first elimination. The referee counts the first pinfall attempt of the contest. 1…2…Toddi rolls the shoulder as the buzzer goes off. The lights dim in the arena and circles around all four pods. The light comes to rest on, as assumed, Big Bad Casey’s. His door opens and Arson scurries away into a corner, right near Modo. Casey shrugs and goes after the bloody and beaten Matthew Toddi. He brings him up to his feet and goes for a Power Up but Toddi ducks, narrowly avoiding further disaster.

Tex: And Toddi stays in the game. Close call there!

Duff: Ya think?

Casey whips back around and this time Toddi can’t avoid a karate kick from the much bigger man.

Tex: I don’t know how much longer Toddi can hold out here. He’s taken a lot of punishment as it is from Arson…

Casey drops down and goes to pin Toddi, however Arson throws himself on top of the stack breaking up the pinfall.

Duff: NOT a smart move there if you’re Arson. Don’t want to anger the big man!

Casey rolls away and Arson goes back after Toddi. The giant’s cheeks can be seen glowing red now. Suddenly Casey comes in and picks up Arson by the back of the head. He reaches down with his other free hand and picks up Toddi as well by the back of the head. He looks like he’s about to ram them both into the cage face first but the two smaller guys are able to double Russian leg sweep Big Bad Casey right to the mat as the crowd cheers Toddi and Arson for the move!

Tex: What a counter from those two!

Toddi quickly turns and even though he’s bleeding goes to roll Casey up into a cover. 1…2… Casey kicks out and Arson focuses his attention back on Toddi as Casey remains on the mat. Arson waits for Toddi to get up. He motions for a spear and then goes to drive Toddi right into the cage. Toddi this time gets taken for a ride right into the cage. Once he bounces off Arson goes to complete the Roadkill by attempting to go for a spinebuster, but suddenly Toddi pulls Arson down into a roll-up cover!

Tex: What a move there by Toddi! He might have Arson here!

Duff: The clock is counting down too!

The referee sees that Arson’s shoulders are pinned firmly to the mat and counts. 1…2…3!!!!! Toddi rolls away from Arson just as Big Bad Casey is slowly coming to his feet.

Stormy: Arson has been eliminated via roll-up pinfall!!!

Tex: There’s our first casualty and Casey would be smart to continue against Toddi before that next pod opens!

Duff: I drink to that.

The chamber door is opened and Arson is rolled out of the chamber. Pissed off Arson heads for the backstage area. No one even watches him go as everyone else has their eyes firmly affixed to the action going on inside the chamber…either that or the clock which is just about to hit 0. As it does and the buzzer goes off the light circles the three remaining filled pods before it comes to rest on Jason Stevens.

Duff: This should be interesting to say the least. Stevens knows both of these guys very well…

Tex: That’s an understatement.

Jason is freed from his pod but lays low, not wanting to interrupt or get in to Casey’s warpath. Casey grabs Toddi from behind, spins him around and goes to hit a Power Up, but again Toddi’s smart enough to duck. Modo smirks in his pod as Mr. X just waits patiently inside of his, both of them intently watching what’s going on around them. Toddi’s momentum takes him into the already vacated pod that had once held Big Bad Casey. Stevens sees his opportunity and right as Toddi’s back out of the pod, Stevens kick the pod door right into the back of Matthew Toddi. Matthew crumples to the steel flooring. Stevens looks over at Casey before going after Toddi himself now. Stevens gains the upperhand on his recent arch-nemesis by applying an armbar. He then drags Toddi out of the pod and whips around wrenching Toddi’s arm behind him. Toddi screams out in pain as Big Bad Casey continues to look on, taking the time to 100% recuperate. Jason yells at the referee, telling him to ask if Toddi wants to quit. However Matthew says no. Jason lets go of the armbar but blasts Toddi in the back, putting him right to the canvas. It’s here where Jason drops down and locks in an STF. Jason pulls back hard and Toddi reaches for the side of the chamber for leverage. Jason pulls back real hard and Toddi’s face is beginning to turn colors. Modo is smirking even wider now as Toddi is finally forced to tap out.

Tex: Too much to handle. I knew all of those beatings from Arson and Casey would be too much once Stevens got a hold of him.

Duff: And hell has frozen over! Stevens with an elimination!

Stormy: Matthew Toddi has been eliminated via submission!!!

The referee checks on Matthew before helping him out of the chamber. Blood droppings continue to fall from Toddi, leaving a trail heading out of the chamber. An EMT comes from the back to help patch up Toddi at the ringside area.

Tex: He’s getting immediate attention. Good thing.

Duff: He definitely needs it after all he went through in there!

As soon as Toddi’s patched up a bit, he’s led to the backstage area. Back in the chamber, Jason turns now to see Casey towering above him. Casey closes in on the smaller man and backs Stevens into a corner. He then uses his pan-shaped hand to slap Stevens’s chest. Stevens goes to his knees in the corner as Steve Ramone and Carrie look on with sudden concern.

Duff: This doesn’t look good for the sensational one here. He has an angry, unfriendly big bad man on his case now!

Casey goes to whip Stevens to the opposite side of the chamber now but Stevens actually reverses and Casey has to throw on the brakes from colliding with the cage itself.

Tex: Jason just saved himself right there.

Duff: For the time being, yes, yes he has.

Big Bad Casey turns back around and Stevens tries to trip Casey down to lock on his second STF. But Casey rolls away from the attempt. Stevens goes to grab Casey’s head, but Casey simply throws Stevens like a rag doll right into the cage, right by Mr. X. Mr. X backs away from the pod door as Casey goes to work on Jason right in front of him. Casey doubles over Stevens now the same way that Arson got to Toddi earlier in the match. It’s not long before Stevens again finds himself in a precarious position. Casey begins to grind Stevens’ face against the solid steel. Stevens slumps down as Casey backs off an inch or two. With Stevens busted open now Casey screams out loud, with his game face fully on. Suddenly he scoops up Stevens over his head and actually tosses him like a javelin right into the roof of the elimination chamber!!!

Tex: Oh my god! Stevens might be dead after that! I have never SEEN something like that before!

Duff: Me neither. That was just NASTY!

The crowd even shows some concern for Jason Stevens as he’s completely out of it now back on the mat. Casey hungrily waits to see if Stevens will get up. The referee begins a 10 count on Stevens. 1…2…3…4… Stevens still isn’t moving as the clock is working its way down to 0 once again, it being at around 20 seconds at the current time. The referee continues counting down Stevens. 5…6…7…8… To Casey, Stevens won’t be getting up any time soon so instead of waiting he pulls Stevens up and everyone can see that Jason is out cold and is dead weight at this point for the big man. Casey rears back and with no regrets, punches Jason back to the canvas with a Power Up.

Tex: He could have just let Jason get counted out…

Duff: No way! Casey wants to do it the admirable and more memorable way and get the pin…or make him tap out. It looks like he’s going to take a pin…

Casey covers Stevens by simply putting his right foot on his chest. The referee shakes his head but counts anyways. 1…2…3!!!!

Stormy: Jason Stevens has been eliminated via pinfall!!!

This announcement comes simultaneously to the buzzer going off again. Two lights dance between Modo’s pod and Mr. X’s until the pod of Mr. X lights up fully. The masked superstar’s pod door opens and he looks over at Big Bad Casey, knowing that in height and weight, he has quite the disadvantage on his hands here. Casey points over at Mr. X, telling him to come closer and get what he has coming to him. Mr. X however stays back.

Duff: Very smart of Mr. X. I wouldn’t want any piece of Casey either at this point.

Tex: If Mr. X wants that AWA Television Championship as much as I know he does, he’ll fight for it. Not just cower back.

Duff: Right now cowardice isn’t such a bad thing Tex!

Casey tires of waiting and goes to bicycle kick Mr. X with his big right boot. Mr. X quickly closes the door and Casey’s foot catches nothing but steel. Casey grabs a hold of his foot as he winces. Mr. X removes himself from his pod now and is able to grab Casey by the head and plant him down to the canvas with a running bulldog. With Casey down on the mat, Mr. X attempts to lock in a sharpshooter, but quickly finds that he’s unable to completely lock it in. Casey kicks Mr. X off of him and looks more pissed off than ever before.

Duff: I’ll be. Mr. X found a way to be innovative, but the sharpshooter was NOT the right move to go for there.

Mr. X quickly scurries to his feet as Casey looks to be setting up to go for another of his kicks. Mr. X removes himself out of the way just in the nick of time and with some force pushes Casey hard into the door of Modo’s pod. Shockingly, Casey’s cranium crashes through the door, which brings huge AWA chants from the crowd!!!

Tex: Good lord!!! I’m surprised that Casey’s even standing after that! And now Modo’s free to do as he pleases! Screw the countdown clock! It’s on now!

Duff: Yup! And it was a few weeks ago that these three took one another on in a triple threat match too! Possible déjà vu?

Modo slips around Casey in the small amount of daylight he has. He and Mr. X now work as a tandem as they pull Casey out of the pod. They go to bring Casey up for a German suplex but even with the two together they are unable to get Casey up into the air. Casey blocks it and suddenly Modo and Mr. X find themselves on the canvas. Mr. X stays down but Modo, with a crazed look on his face, gets back up and faces the giant head to head. Modo lands a few punches to the chest of a much more worn down Casey. Casey teeters a bit but doesn’t fall.

Duff: I don’t see how anyone will be able to eliminate Casey. He’s just too big to get to tap out. As for covering him straight up, well… The only way to do it is to get him knocked out long enough to pin him.

Tex: I agree with you there. We could realistically be looking at Big Bad Casey being the Television Champion here.

Modo goes to deliver a straight high dropkick but Casey recovers enough to swat Modo down like a meaningless fly. Modo looks up at the big man as Casey once again towers over the opposition. He brings Modo up high into the air and is about to hit a Power Up when Mr. X clips Casey from behind, forcing the big man to drop Modo. Casey drops to a knee and Modo is now able to get up and turn his attention to Mr. X. The two nod at one another before starting to exchange blows. Casey moves over to one of the vacant pods and looks on at his two remaining opponents.

Duff: Casey gets a breather here and the other two are now going at it with seemingly everything they have.

Tex: They’re the two freshest men left so this is very opportune for Casey here!

Modo finally gains the upper hand on the mysterious masked man by hitting a sudden enziguri. Once Mr. X bounces off the canvas Modo is quick to grab his man and take him up and over for a belly to back suplex. He keeps everything clasped and goes and hits a second belly to back suplex and even keeps everything wrapped for a third. Modo then detaches and goes to pin Mr. X. The referee counts. 1…2…thr- Mr. X kicks out, but Modo doesn’t stop his assault. He brings Mr. X back up to his feet and begins to set up for the Modo Bomb. When he’s about to hit the move on the masked man, Casey comes from behind and clotheslines the two competitors right to the mat. Casey wastes no time now, having obviously gained a second wind. He grabs for Modo and immediately locks in Sin City. The crowd is all off their seats, waiting to see if Modo will tap. However instead of tapping Modo uses all his strength to partially turn Big Bad Casey around enough so Modo can latch his legs around Casey, applying the Sin City in the other direction!!!

Tex: What the blue blazes is this?!?!?!

Duff: That looks like a DOUBLE Sin City!! You gotta be kidding me!

Mr. X is slowly getting back up and sees what’s going on. A bit tired he rests against the side of the chamber, waiting to see what will happen.

Tex: Mr. X is in the driver’s seat here as he can just look on with a grin!

Both Casey and Modo or groaning now as they are in the center of the ring. The referee intently waits to see which will tap. Both of their faces are turning blue, Modo’s a bit more than Casey’s. Both of them have their hands raised, ready to tap out to the double submission maneuver. Modo goes to wrench in Casey’s move a bit more to Casey but when he makes the move to do so, both tap out simultaneously from the pressure!

Tex: Oh my god!

Duff: They BOTH tapped out!!! This is surreal!!!!

The referee looks over at Mr. X before turning attention to Stormy, announcing his decision. The crowd waits on pins and needles until finally Stormy Canyon’s sultry voice is heard.

Stormy: Due to Modo and Big Bad Casey tapping out at the same time, they have BOTH been eliminated via submission. Therefore your winner and the AWA Television Championnnn….Misterrrrrrr X!!!!!!

The whole crowd is stunned as the chamber door is opened and the AWA TV Title is passed up to the referee. The referee raises Mr. X’s hand and gives him his newly won title. Mr. X is still in shock as he looks down at Casey and Modo, who have since separated themselves. Mr. X just stands there as “Toxic” by Crazy Town begins playing full blast. Casey and Modo roll around as finally Mr. X exits the chamber. The crowd gives him a mixed reaction, but mostly applauds the three combatants for a job well done and a match well-fought. Mr. X slowly backs up the rampway as the scene fades out on the figure of the AWA Television Champion…

Winner:

Bill Barnhart is seen walking down the hallway in the backstage area. He is looking at the names on the dressing room doors as he is looking for one in particular. He passed a door and realizes this is the dressing room he has been looking for. Bill knocks on the door and we hear a familiar voice respond.

FANG: Come in the door is unlocked.

Barnhart reaches out and grabs the door handle. He turns the handle and opens the door. When he walks in he finds Jonathan “FANG” Porter sitting in a chair with his friend Vic Gilot sitting in a chair next to him. Bill is not intimidated by Fang having a bodyguard next to him. Jonathan motions for Barnhart to come into the room and take a chair opposite the two and he does.

FANG: What’s on your mind Bill? Seems I don’t see much of you lately. You haven’t been attending our Family Stable meetings lately either.

BULLDOG BILL: I have a lot going on right now. Sorry about missed meetings but my family and prior commitments take priority.

FANG: Okay Bill let’s stop the small talk. I know you didn’t make an effort to come to see me to discuss Lupe and that dumb English Bulldog Iris. What’s really on your mind?

BULLDOG BILL: Jonathan, I thought the fighting between The Family and Rebellion Stables was over. I thought Goth told us to chill out for awhile. Several weeks ago you and Vic beat the hell out of Canis and we still don’t know where he is. And last week you pulled the same crap on John Irons and now we are operating with a General Manager and a Chief Financial Officer. Why, Jonathan, why?

FANG: Bill, you ask me why? That is like asking a cat why it wants to chase a mouse! Did you already forget the vicious attacks Rebellion made on The Family over several weeks? Did you forget that you challenged every Rebellion member to a Grudge Match to get even with them…although you failed in beating them in wrestling matches. And did you forget that John Irons has apparently been misappropriating money and we have to find out what the bottom line is here? You seem to have a short memory Bill.

BULLDOG BILL: It isn’t that I have a short memory Fang. I remember what happened. I was on the receiving end of a lot of those horrific sneak attacks at the hands of Rebellion members. But why do we want to continue to be in revenge mode all the time? There is a Federation to be run here and taking out the General Manager and Chief Financial Officer really hurts the Fed.

FANG: No, Bill, it doesn’t hurt the fed. It slows things down a little bit, but the Federation is fine. This is nothing more than The Family regaining the control which as wrongfully wrenched from their control by Rebellion.

BULLDOG BILL: Okay, maybe it is just me. I have worked on my attitude and I am getting close to being the ever-happy Bulldog Bill Barnhart that I was when I first came to Asylum Wrestling Alliance in May 2008. I am just tired of vicious feuds and fights and violence. I just want to have fun wrestling. I cannot accept nor tolerate the vicious attacks continuing.

Vic Gilot stands up and the look on his face says he wants to kick the shit out of Bill Barnhart right now. Jonathan Porter tells Vic to sit down and leave Bill alone.

FANG: It’s okay Vic. Sit down and leave Bill alone…for now. Look Bill your train seems to have derailed off the tracks lately. I want you to get back on track and support The Family. We wouldn’t want to have to do to you what we did to Canis and John Irons.

BULLDOG BILL: Don’t try to intimidate me Jonathan! I am the one person who brought ultimate respect to The Family Stable. You came in later when I suggested to your brother Goth to bring you into the Stable. Goth wants me here so don’t go thinking you and Vic can dictate to Goth what he does with The Family Stable.

FANG: Don’t be so sure that I don’t have the control you think I don’t have. Don’t be so sure that Goth has your back Bill. There have been some changes in The Family Stable and since you haven’t been at our Stable meetings, because you obviously feel you are too good to be seen with us, you are not aware of those changes. I suggest to you that you be careful who you talk to and what you say to them. You never know who might find out what you are up to. You saw the look on Vic’s face just a bit ago. You honestly don’t want me to release him on you. Trust me on that one.

BULLDOG BILL: Before I go could you tell me where you took Canis and John Irons so that I can check on how they are doing?

FANG: Bill, it appears that along with you getting older your hearing is going too. You seem not to have heard what I just told you. Now please get out of my dressing room before I turn my back so I can’t see what Vic is doing to you. Understand?

BULLDOG BILL: Yeah I understand all too well. I understand that Goth made a mistake bringing you into The Family Stable. I have to get ready for my match. We will talk again another time.

Bill turns and walks out of Jonathan Porter’s dressing room. He makes sure he slams the dressing room door shut when he leaves. When the door is shut the camera turns back to Jonathan Porter and Vic Gilot.

VIC GILOT: Why didn’t you let me pound him boss?

FANG: Because I want to give Bill one last chance to pull his head out of his ass. He still has a chance to redeem himself. And if he doesn’t then you can take care of him for me.

A big smile comes on the face of Vic Gilot at that statement by Jonathan Porter. The last we see of the two is when Fang and Vic are looking at each other and smiling then the scene shifts back to ringside where the next match is about to start.

Vs.

We now cut to ringside as the announcer speaks out

Stormy Canyon: The following contest is a dumpster match for the vacant AWA International championship taking place not here in the arena but on the streets of Nashville between Hank Henry and Bill Barnhart

We now cut to a shot of Bill Barnhart walking down a street as the match is about to begin as he is trying to find Hank Henry the 3rd and it does not take long as Bill is walking down the main street near the arena where Highway to Hell is being held, he makes his way past this alley way where Hank comes out from and blast him from behind knocking Bill to the ground, he picks up Bill and quickly smashes him into a wall of a building

Tex Martin: This one is not going to be pretty Duff

Duff Travers: Oh no doubt about that, hell this is hardly your usually introduction to a wrestling bout, no entrances, just two men beating the high hell out each other on the streets

Hank attempts to repeat that shot but the Bulldog manages to put his foot up against the wall stopping himself, Barnhart elbows Hank in the gut and grabs him by the head before running him into a trash can that goes flying over onto the street, Bill grabs the trash can and slams it down over Hanks back

Duff Travers: Bill is always about taking out the trash Tex!

Tex Martin: How do you still have a job here....

people start surrounding the two as they battle each other, cheering them on as the Bulldog grabs Hank and lays a right hand to his head, then another, one more, he goes to attempt another shot but Hank blocks it, knees Bill in the gut before throwing him right into a glass window of a coffee shop but the glass doesn't break, Bill hits the floor hard

Duff Travers: I don't think the owners thought about this when they signed the match Tex

Tex Martin: These guys have a free run to do whatever they want out there, this could be a huge damage bill for the AWA at this rate!

Hank grabs Bill up once more but gets a low blow for his trouble, the Bulldog stumbles to his feet shaking his head clear, he grabs Hank by the head and shoots off another right hand rocking back his opponent, he goes for another and lands it, Bulldog taunts to the crowd of people near them before going for one more right hand when Hank ducks it, grabs Bill Barnhart around the waist and German Suplexes him right through the glass window!

Tex Martin: OH MY GOD!

Duff Travers: Did you just see that, Barnhart just got sent through that glass window, this is getting out of control already folks

Tex Martin: These men knew what they were getting into coming into this match Duff but I never expected this, we haven't even seen a dumpster yet

everyone is standing in shock, no one seems to have gotten caught by the glass in the coffee shop and Bill is bleeding from his back 'cause of the glass, Hank stands to his feet slowly looks around and grabs his opponent picking him up to his feet then slamming him head first then leaving him on the table before going to the front desk and grabbing a cup of coffee that was left on the counter as he turns around Bulldog has recovered, kicks him in the gut and shoves the coffee into face, Bulldog then throws Hank right over a table as people try to move out of the way screaming as they go

Duff Travers: This is insane, can't anyone stop this match?

Tex Martin: No, this one is going till the finish

As Hank stumbles out the front door of the shop, Bill walks out through the empty space where a glass window used to be, a referee finally finds the two, the International title over his shoulder, the two are at their feet now and Bill Barnhart pulls Hank along by his head taking him down an alley way they come across, the Bulldog whips Hank into the side of a dumpster, Hank goes back first and you can see the pain on his face, Bill runs at him but Hank lifts him into the air before slamming him head first onto the top of the dumpster as the two men fall to the ground the dumpster door opens from the inside

Tex Martin: What the hell...

A homeless man stands up from inside the dumpster, Hank looks up and sees the man, the homeless man argues about how he was sleeping before he spits on Hank, Hank Henry wipes the spit on his face onto his hand looks at it, Bill stands to his feet looks at the homeless man in confusion then at Hank who wipes the spit into the face of Barnhart

Duff Travers: Oh god, get medical out there you don't know what that guy has!

Bill stumbles further into the alley way and out the other side where the is another road, Hank nods to the homeless man who closes the dumpster door back over, the referee follows on reluctantly as Hank goes after Bulldog, he sees Bill turn the corner, Hank comes out on to the street to be sidelined by his opponent, knocking him to the concrete floor. Bill lays in right hand after right hand. The Bulldog stands up and begins to kick his opponent in the gut time after time. He walks away from Hank Henry and walks to a second dumpster on the side of this road, he opens it up and leans into it before pulling out two black bags of trash, Hank is now up and stumbling towards his opponent who is unaware that Hank is behind him, Hank Henry the 3rd grabs Bill and throws him right inside the dumpster

Duff Travers: This is over!

Tex Martin: Bill made a mistake, he should not have turned his back....

Hank slams the dumpster door down..... but Bulldog managed to get his hands in the way stopping it from closing down fully, Bill stands up tall but is sent right back down by Hank who swung one of those trash bags right across the head of the Bulldog who gets sent right back down into the dumpster, Hank drops the trash bag and takes a moment to catch his breath