Tex: John Irons and Canis making an opening statement before we begin our Pay Per View.

Irons: I'll bet you guys are ready for a hell of a show?

The fans roar in approval. After a moment he continues.

Irons: San Diego, I’ve put together a small montage just for you! But before I get to that, my good brother here wants to address the lot of you about what you can expect tonight! Canis?

He hands his mic over to Canis, and waits just a moment before continuing.

Canis: Tonight, you folks are in for a treat! We have a full card from the bottom to the top with almost everyone in a match tonight! First opening the show, we have our very own co-owner John Irons taking on loud mouth demon, Bael in a cage match. Then we have a Triple Threat number one contender’s match for the International Title next month, where Big Bad Casey, Jason Stevens and Chris Shipman will find out who is the best. Next we have a hardcore match where the winner gets a shot at The Universal Championship in two weeks. Hank Henry the Third takes on Chase Tomlin. After that we have an Inferno match where either Dmitri or Modo will get burned. Then I will take the Dog to get neutered when I face Bill Barnhart in a Hell in a cell grudge match! Next we have our International Title match, where Ronin will have to defend his title against Fang where the winner will be buried alive. And Finally, in a ladder match, Marissa Swanson puts her title on the line against Metamania for the Universal Championship. It looks like it’s going to be one HELL of a show, John!

The fans cheer wildly for their respective favorite.

Irons: No, we’re going at this FULL THROTTLE! But before we begin the show, let’s show San Diego what it took to get us here?

The lights dim as the Titantron comes to life. There is the sound of a Harley Davidson motorcycle starting up, and revving is heard as it opens to the front wheel of a Soft Tail Fat Boy rolling down the highway. The camera pans out as we see The Big Boss of AWA riding comfortably on the bike. He pulls over to the side of the road at a run down bar in the middle of nowhere. He rolls in and parks it, before getting up and walking into the bar. There is a commotion heard as he enters. There seems to be a dispute between a local biker gang and a few familiar faces. Big John just stands there for a moment watching it all unfold.

Biker: You fools got no business being in here! Get out before things get real ugly, real fast.

The camera pans in and we see a shocked Canis, who looks as if he’s seen a ghost, and Metamania standing next to him ready for a fight. Sitting at a table behind him is Ronin, who can be seen drinking a Budweiser. All of a sudden out of the bathroom comes Chris Shipman, carrying what appears to be fecal matter in his mouth. The Bikers see it, and start dry heaving in disgust. Chris smiles and lets out a small noise which sounds like a flatulence. The sound sets off a small bar fight. Big John steps into the doorway, blocking all the light and the fighting stops. The lead biker who was pushing Canis and Metamania around stops and tries to run out the door. John grabs him by the neck and lifts him up a couple of feet in the air.

Irons: We got a problem here brother?

The biker shakes his head no and Irons drops him. He looks over to his mates and shakes his head smiling, as Ronin is still drinking a beer, and Chris has taken the ‘crap’ out of his mouth.

Irons: Shipman, what have I told you about using fake dog poop on people?

Shipman: I know but why did you tell us to meet you here? We’re not bikers, we have no bikes, and I got this itch…

Irons: Take a step outside fellas.

Metamania, Ronin, Chris Shipman, and Canis follow the big man outside where there are five newer Harley Davidson Bikes, each specially painted with The Rebellion logo. Each of them walks over to a bike and hops on. Ronin gets stopped by Irons.

Irons: Sorry bud, this one is mine.

The scene changes to all five men riding down the highway, though they don’t seem to be going all that fast. The camera pans out and we see Chris Shipman wearing a German WWI helmet laughing hysterically. All of a sudden he loses control of his bike and goes off the road, into a ditch and ramps a culvert. As the bike flies through the air, Shipman falls off and lands in a large puddle of water. All the rest of the members of The Rebellion come to a stop as they with the audience laugh at Chris Shipman. The scene fades out and comes back apparently much later as we see Chris Shipman wearing a now damaged WWI German helmet, and riding on a side car of Metamania. He has his insane smile as he looks to the right of him and sees that Canis is having a bit of trouble turning his bike. Chris tries to tell Canis to watch out, but Canis goes off onto a sidewalk of San Diego and we see a rather large fat man walking his English Bulldog. We can hear Canis shouting…

Canis: LOOK OUT! DAMN IT…I…..IRIS? HOW DO YOU STOP THIS BLASTED THING!?

He continues to chase the English Bulldog as its yipping. All of a sudden Canis sees a wall and hit’s the brake at the last second. The scene fades out for a moment and then fades back in as we see Metamania and now Ronin having side carriages on their bikes as Canis is next to Ronin, holding the English Bulldog, and Chris Shipman is sitting in the car next to Metamania. John Irons just smirks as They enter the arena as the camera pans out and the Titantron goes dark. The fans are laughing, others cheering for The Rebellion. Canis shakes the hand of the co-owner as Irons makes one last address.

Irons: Now before we start it off….. Bael, you are either one dumb assed retard, or you are just that fucking stupid. “Fight of my life”? Dude have you been sleeping under a rock for the past ten years or what? I didn’t get to the top of this business by playing it safe. I’ve been in more carnage, and more death defying matches than you could possibly dream. Not only that, but try walking through the desert on broken bones for a few days, with no shelter, food or water. That was the fight of my life. For you to say that our match will be the fight of my life, is like saying that you’re going to derail a freight train with a BB Gun. There isn’t a damn thing you can do about a train when it comes to derailing it, when all you’ve got is a BB Gun. You best learn not to play chicken, your track record should tell you to wake up and smell the coffee. You are about to be stuck inside a cage with me, for an indefinite amount of time, with no way out. What are you going to do? Turn into Big W00t Daddy and bend the bars to escape? You will be on the receiving end of Legion’s Revenge, tapping out like the little man that you are. There are no referee’s allowed inside the cage, and is only opened once one of us has tapped out, or knocked out. Guess which one you’ll be? Sister Stormy, let’s go FULL THROTTLE!!!

We go to a commercial break where we get to see the preview to the Main Event Match

We cut backstage and we see Bill Barnhart walking out of the office of Asylum Wrestling Alliance Chief Financial Officer John Irons. Bill has a briefcase in his hands as he quietly backs out of the office of John Irons and quietly closes the door. As Barnhart turns to walk back to his office he runs smack into the cameraman and it spooks him.

BULLDOG BILL: What the…? Do you guys always sneak up on people like that? I don’t appreciate that one bit. What’s that look on your face? So I am coming out of the office of John Irons so what? He is the Chief Financial Officer and the paperwork I prepare for Goth and Irons gets the wrestlers paid on time. I have every right to be in his office so don’t give me a look like I am doing something illegal. Sheesh!

Bill Barnhart turns and walks away from the cameraman and down the hall to his office. Just before Bill enters his office he waves the briefcase in the direction of the Cameraman and then Bill disappears into his office. Bill closes the door and he turns to walk to his desk and he is startled to see Goth sitting at his desk with his feet up on Bill’s desk.

BULLDOG BILL: Oh! Hi Boss Man! What are you doing in my office?

GOTH: “YOUR” office Bill? YOUR office? Do you know that as Owner of Asylum Wrestling Alliance that whenever we rent a venue I “OWN” every office and dressing room in the Arena we are renting? So what do you have in the briefcase Bill?

BULLDOG BILL: Just some paperwork I needed to show to John Irons so he would know that I am on top of the paperwork so that the wrestlers can get paid, that’s all.

GOTH: That’s all huh?

BULLDOG BILL: Yes.

GOTH: If that’s all you have in the briefcase, Bill, then open the briefcase and let me see what you have inside the briefcase.

BULLDOG BILL: Uh, I can’t do that.

GOTH: Now, Bill, why in the world would you not be able to open the briefcase for me to see the paperwork you have inside?

BULLDOG BILL: Uh…I lost the key and until I can get to a Locksmith to make a new key, well, you know, I cannot open the briefcase. Sorry Boss Man!

GOTH: Bill, you better have a key for that briefcase and show me what is inside the briefcase by the end of the show tonight or there will be hell to pay. Got it?

BULLDOG BILL: Yep. Got it.

Goth removes his feet from Bill’s desk and he leaves Barnhart’s dressing room and walks down the hall to his own office. As soon as Goth walks out of the room and down the hall Bill makes a call to someone on his cell phone.

BULLDOG BILL: It’s me…Bill. Goth wants me to hand over the briefcase with the papers in it. So do me a favor okay? When I am doing my match with Canis have someone come to my dressing room and steal the briefcase so I have a legitimate reason NOT to turn the briefcase over to Goth. Great! Thanks! Bye!

Bill hangs up the phone and then he plops down on the couch in front of his desk. He wipes the sweat off his forehead and then he breathes a sigh of relief.

Vs.

The steel cage has already been lowered and is completely surrounding the ring. The fans, especially the younger and more excited ones are staring and pointing at the large structure in amazement.

Tex: Well, the cage surrounds the ring and that can only mean one thing. The man that returned and had the Family attacked will be stepping foot in the ring, once again inside a steel cage. The last time he did things didn’t go as he hoped as he ended up getting electrocuted and pinned. This time he hopes things will be different.

Duff: As much as I hate to say it, he’ll probably get his way this time around. Bael was not even much of a match for Modo!

The entire arena goes dark. There is a faint light coming from the Tron, however the only thing on screen is a haze of black, red and gold smoke. Lightning hits the Tron and all four ring posts as "Seek and Destroy" By Metallica hits the PA. John Irons is seen walking out to the rampway entrance, wearing his black wrestling boots, and Iron Legion trunks. He stands there for a moment as there is a loud explosion behind him. Gold sparks begin to rain down the entry way as John begins his decent to the ring. As John gets to the ring he looks at the steel structure, smiling before he makes his way to the door. He enters the ring by stepping over the top rope with ease and makes his way to a turnbuckle where he raises a fist into the air for a moment before slowly bringing both arms out in front of him flexing. He stays in the position for a moment before he nods his head looking towards the Tron, awaiting for the arrival of his opponent, with a fierce intensity in his eyes, his music still playing.

Stormy: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a CAGE MATCH! Introducing first, currently from near Des Moines, Iowa, weighing in at 375 pounds…JOOOOHN IRONS!!!

Irons looks around at the San Diego crowd and nods in approval as they cheer him on pretty good. Irons steps down off the turnbuckle as his music fades. It takes a few moments before it’s replaced with “It’s All Over” by Three Days Grace. Irons just grins a bit as he waits for his opponent to show himself.

Stormy: And his opponents, from the depths of Hell, weighing in at 255 pounds…BAELLLLL!!!!!

The lights begin to dim. Like a faulty light bulb the lights begin to flicker to the beat of “It’s All Over”. Out walks Bale wearing a cloak over his black wrestling tights. He slowly makes his way to the ring having only his next step lighten up by a dim white light. As he approaches the apron of the ring he sheds his cloak to reveal two deep scars on his back. As he raises his right hand outside the cage, all four corners of the ring burst with red flames. John just shakes his head inside the cage and waits for Bael to come and join him inside of it.

Tex: From the looks of it, John Irons is not in the mood for hoopla and games. He’s all business.

Duff: As long as that business has nothing to do with screw jobbing the Family and this company of ours, I could care less.

Tex: I figured you might say that.

Duff: Meh…

Bael enters the cage and the door is immediately locked from the outside by Referee Chip Long. He steps away from the cage, leaving Referee Simon Jones inside of it with the two combatants. The referee calls for the bell to get this cage match officially underway. Bael goes to swing at Irons, but Irons ducks avoiding the attempt from Bael to knock him down. Irons returns fire with a kick to Bael’s sternum, immediately doubling him over. From here Irons whips Bael hard into the ropes. As Bael’s head bounces off the fencing of the cage, Irons sets up in the center of the ring. He kneels down and on Bael’s return, he flips Bael over with a back body drop. Bael lands on the canvas, already looking to take a breather.

Duff: And Bael eats steel first.

Tex: Courtesy of our co-owner John Irons!

Duff: Irons doesn’t own anything. Stop your brown-nosing!

But Irons doesn’t give him one. He brings the demon off the canvas and suddenly delivers a Stunner. Bael flops back onto the canvas but Irons still doesn’t stop his assault. He grabs at Bael’s left ankle and locks in the Career Ender.

Tex: This could be it right here!

Duff: Yay. An ankle lock. Nothing to get excited about. And it’s only against Bael. Again, nothing to get excited about.

Irons wrenches it in but Bael seems to compose himself on the mat. With one lash of his feet he pushes Irons back and frees himself from the ankle lock. Bael comes up to his feet, but Irons again is ready for him, looking to nail him with a clothesline from Hell. At the last possible moment, Bael ducks and Irons is forced to put on the brakes to avoid the solid steel that waits for him on the near side of the ring.

The moment Irons turns around, Bael nails him with a drop kick right to the temple. Irons teeters and falls backwards into the steel, his back impacting the steel, but not too heavily. Irons just gets angry and goes to spear Bael down, but Bael sidesteps the spear and throws Irons into the steel on the far side of the ring, head first. When the cameras next see Irons’ forehead, there is a visible cut and a little bit of blood seen. Bael licks his lips and looks to follow on his advantage.

Tex: A SICK look from Bael. Irons could be in trouble here.

Duff: Good.

He grabs Irons by the bloodied head and connects with a double knee jawbreaker that sends Irons wildly down to the canvas before he hooks the legs. The referee counts the first possible pinfall attempt of the match. 1…2… Irons kicks out and Bael is forced back a few steps. Irons comes back to his feet most of the way, but Bael doesn’t allow him to finish as he strikes while the iron is still somewhat hot with a spinning heel kick. This makes Irons teeter, but not fall. Bael now goes to shove Irons back into the steel. He succeeds in this and Irons’ rebound off the cage, he tries to grab Irons by the head and hit an inverted DDT, but catches nothing but air as Irons ducks and plows right through Bael, spearing him to the canvas!

Tex: SPEAR!!! And what a spear!

Irons goes to remove himself from the top of Bael’s carcass, but Bael suddenly drags Irons down in a small package, going for the pin. The referee counts. 1…2…thr- Irons kicks out at the last possible moment and the San Diego crowd exhales.

Duff: Oooh, that was a close one. I would have laughed at Irons so hard.

Tex: And he would have deducted from your paycheck for doing so.

Duff: Like he hasn’t done that already…

Irons stands up as does Bael. Bael however seems to want to end the match and does his best to pick up Irons for the return to Hell. But as soon as Bael has Irons mostly into the air, Irons slides down the smaller man’s back and absolutely SHOVES Bael into the cage head first. Bael is now busted open as he’s bounced off the steel. He comes right back in Irons’ direction via momentum and Irons is able to clothesline him to the canvas. The crowd cheers as Irons immediately with no delay locks in the Legion’s Revenge!

Tex: The Legion’s Revenge! We haven’t seen this in AGES!

Duff: Oh pipe down over there. God I wish I had a new partner…

Irons wrenches in the Boston crab real tight as Bael can be seen grimacing. He reaches out towards the rope, but doesn’t have enough arm to get there. The referee asks Bael if he wants to tap out. Bael shakes his head no and keeps attempting to get to the ropes. Irons decides to turn Bael slightly, to apply more pressure and he’s able to do so. Bael grimaces even more now and finally begins to tap out. The bell rings, but Irons doesn’t let go immediately. Referee Simon Jones finally demands John to let go of the hold, which he does so. “Seek and Destroy” plays as Stormy makes her announcement.

Stormy: Here is your winner of the match…Jooohn Irons!!!!!

Irons doesn’t even look down at Bael as he just leaves the cage. He smirks as he walks up the wrestler rampway and to the backstage area, leaving the two referees to pick up the pieces of Bael. The burning look in Bael’s eyes says it all as Full Throttle heads for a break…

Winner:

The lights in the San Diego Sports Arena begin to flicker for a moment before going dark. The crowd begins to buzz in anticipation, waiting for the lights to come back. Nearly a full minute passes, and the arena remains dark.

Duff: What the hell’s going on?

Tex: Sorry, folks, but it seems we’ve got some kind of technical problem going on.

An immense explosion rocks the arena as pyrotechnics fill the entrance ramp and “Violence Fetish” begins to play over the PA system. The crowd cheers wildly as Ronin appears at the top of the ramp, holding the International Championship belt high over his head.

Duff: I should’ve known. The lights go out, no one knows what’s going on. Had to be The Rebellion.

Ronin makes his way down to the ring, slinging the title belt over his shoulder and carrying a shovel in his right hand. He slides into the ring and stands in the center, taking in the cheers and chants of the crowd.

Tex: Well it was a bit of an unusual entrance for the International Champion. Let’s just see what’s on his mind.

As the crowd noise dies down, Ronin lays the championship belt on the canvas in front of his feet, leaning the shovel on his shoulder and calling for a microphone. Stormy Canyon enters the ring to hand him one, leaving to a chorus of cat calls. A smile crosses Ronin’s face as he puts the microphone to his lips, pacing the ring slowly.

Ronin: Thank you everyone and welcome to Full Throttle!

The crowd cheers wildly at the mention of the show. Ronin’s smile widens as he lets them continue for a moment. Holding up his hand to call for quiet, he continues.

Ronin: The time has come to lay yet another nail in The Family’s coffin. Tonight, one of them steps into the ring with me to try and take this championship…

He points toward the title belt on the mat with the shovel.

Ronin: …back into their hands. In order to do that, though…he’s going to have to throw me into a grave and bury me alive. That man is, of course, Jonathan Porter.

The crowd erupts in a chorus of boos. The camera pans the arena for a moment, showing fans holding up signs that read “Let sleeping dogs lie,” and “Old Yeller Has To Die.” Finally, they grow quiet once more, and Ronin continues.

Ronin: Now I’m sorry if I startled anyone, but somehow I just couldn’t resist the fun of picturing The Family huddled under Goth’s desk in a group hug when the lights went out.

A bout of laughter rolls through the crowd.

Ronin: Now there’s been a lot of talk this week from the both of us heading into this match. There have been some questions asked, and some answers given. Now there’s only one question which remains unanswered…just how long will the Wolf God fight before the Hand of the Elders puts him down?
Now Johnny Boy…I know you’ve had your eye on this championship for awhile. I know you’ve got your shriveled little heart set on walking out of here as the AWA’s first Three-Time International Champion.

A jumbled round of boos echoes throughout the arena.

Ronin: But unfortunately for you, my friend, and for your precious little record-setting attempt…the road to that achievement lies through me!
Now I’ll be the first one to admit that the past doesn’t always repeat itself, Jon. I’m smart enough to realize that the fact that I hold three victories over you doesn’t amount to a heap of shit in the bigger picture. Anything can happen on any given night, my friend. But will it happen tonight? You said earlier this week that your losses to me only make you push harder, and that your pushing harder will earn you a victory here tonight. Maybe you should go see Jacob’s doctor, because you’re mind clearly isn’t working right. That’s like saying that if you drive the car just a little faster into the wall, you won’t crash. Frankly, Johnny, I don’t buy it.
Tonight, the time for talking is finally over. Tonight, the Wolf God and the Elders clash once more inside the ring. One of us is going to end up in that grave, Jon…and the other will walk out of here will that belt. But which one will it be? Let’s take a little survey.

Ronin stops pacing, standing still in the center of the ring as he looks on at the thousands of fans packed into the arena.

Ronin: How many of you are here tonight to watch Jonathan Porter become Three-Time International Champion?

A loud chorus of boos sounds from the fans. Ronin smiles, nodding his head as they grow quiet.

Ronin: Now…how many of you are here tonight to watch the great Wolf get euthanized?

The crowd erupts with cheers and chants, the noise of their screams and the stomping of their feet shaking the arena. Ronin is laughing in the center of the ring, patiently waiting for the noise to dissipate.

Ronin: I’m afraid the results are in, Jon, and they don’t look good for the Wolf God. But you come on down to this ring, tonight. You come down and you fight with everything you’ve got. And then you lie on your back like the good dog you are, and you watch as Jacob and I seal the opening of that grave…and the fate of The Family!

With that, Ronin drops the microphone, picking up the International Championship belt and exiting the ring as the fans cheer wildly. Duff: Oh, Fang’s going to make him regret that.

Tex: You’ve been awful one-sided lately.

Duff: I just want to see him get what’s coming to him. What’s wrong with that?

Ronin makes his way up the ramp, shaking hands with the fans as he walks.

As Ronin is walking up the ramp the lights dim. The symbol for the church of the wolf comes on the screen. The elaborate cross which has a W at the top and a C running through the main body. Ronin stops and looks up at the titan tron. As he looks at the entrance waiting for the Man in Black, Fang blasts him from behind with a steel chair. Ronin crumples to his knees, but Fang isn’t done. He continues to hit him with the chair as a group of robed men come out from back stage. Fang then pulls Ronin up and puts him in the Cross of the Wolf. He torques Ronin in the torture rack manuver as the fans boo. Viciously he goes from that and puts Ronin in the Full Metal Jacket. Ronin lands in a crumpled heap. The robed men walk over to Ronin and pick him up. As the walk him to the ring Fang lifts his right arm up, makes a thumbs up and then turns it down. His hand opens as he swings it in a down word motion. Pyros go off above the ring as the Cross of the Wolf construct comes down into the center of the ring.

Tex: We aren’t going to see what I think we are going to see.

Duff: I guess now the Rebellion is getting a taste of it’s own medicine.

Ronin is now being strapped to the Cross by the robed men. Fang makes his way into the ring and asks for a microphone. Stormy gives him one and he looks at his men and smiles.

Fang: See, Ronin, no incantation of protection can keep me from doing what I want to you. Where are your Elder Gods and their vaunted power now. Have I opened your eyes to the truth yet my friend. Have I shown you the light you fail to see in the darkness. My way is the only way. I created you, Ronin, and I can and will destroy you tonight in the Buried Alive match. I have taken your dignity. I have humiliated you in front of you valued fans. The question I have for you, Ronin, is where is your Rebellion now? Where is Metamania? Where is Jacob? They are no where to be found. No one is coming to save you. Nobody cares, Ronin. I told you, you sided with the losing faction. The Rebellion will be quashed and you will be left to fester in the nothingness.

Fang puts his right arm out again, this time with an upward sweeping motion and the Cross of the Wolf rises above the ring. Ronin goes high into the rafters as the man in black looks on. Fang turns to the crowd and sneers.

Fang: This is what happens to those who stand in my way. As I remake the AWA into a place where ONLY the BEST want to compete. As I strip away the diseased and the lacking. You people may hate me now, but history will prove that I was correct in my actions. That my “Sins” laid the ground work for the Asylum to become the dominant federation in the industry today. You may curse me, but every week you come out, or tune in to the AWA to see If I’m going to get what I deserve. This obsession with me proves that I have done the right thing. I will be remembered while men while Ronin will vanish like the flame of a candle in a hurricane. Tonight I reclaim the International title for a third time. Tonight I end the Rebellion’s momentum. Tonight I prove Canis and John Irons wrong. Tonight the Wolf God devours another soul. So it is written, so it shall be.

Tex; It looks like the war has escalated already. A calling out, A crucifixion, what’s next. It’s Full Throttle and Fang and Ronin are on a collision course later tonight.

Fang begins to leave the ring as the fans boo him. Garbage and drinks are being thrown into the ring. The Robed figures clear the ring and walk solemnly behind the Man in Black. Fang turns around at top of the stage and looks at his handy work. Ronin looks to be just coming to and begins to struggle against his bonds as production switches to a promo for the Buried Alive match later tonight.

The scene switches backstage where we see Big Bad Casey in the gym. He is seen working out, posing and warming up for the triple threat match with Chris Shipman and Jason Stevens to see who becomes the #1 contender for the International Title. He sees the camera and gives a sinister looking smirk.

Casey: Fellas, 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 both to remember the beating you will take tonight. It will be my honor to destroy you both.

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 both so bad that for the next week, you won’t remember what hit you. Once I knock you out with Power Up, you guys will feel like you were hit by a freight train! You will then realize that you should have not run your mouths against me. I will become the #1 Contender for the International title, and that is a promise!!!

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.

The scene opens with a short video package detailing the rivalries between Jason “The Sensation” Stevens and Big Bad Casey and Chris Shipman, the package ends with a shot of Casey’s first win against Stevens and the camera cuts to Stevens himself whose in front of the AWA banner with Steve Ramone by his side, Foxxy Dreams is ready to interview him.

FD: Jason, coming up next is the Triple Threat Match between yourself, Chris Shipman and Big Bad Casey with the winner getting an International Championship shot sometime next month, given your history with both men I have to ask you what are your thoughts going into this match?

Jason grins.

JS: My thoughts? Casey doesn’t belong in this company, he was never deserving of a second chance but sooner or later I will chase him out of the Asylum Wrestling Alliance again and it’ll be the last you’ll ever see of that fat piece of shit, as for Shipman I know I’ve said this many, MANY times before and I’ll say it again just for the hell of it, this will be the match where I finally beat Shipman and end this rivalry once and for all, I’ve got a match to win!

Jason walks off camera and the camera pans to his former manager “Big And Large” Marty McFarge who was watching from the shadows.

Texx: Oh god, not him again, well ladies and gentleman the match is next!

Vs.

Vs.

Stormy Canyon: The following Triple Threat is scheduled for one fall and is for the Number One Contendership to the AWA International Championship! Introducing first, hailing from The Georgian Backwoods, weighing in at 235 pounds... "Psycho" CHRIS SHIPMAN!!!

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

Stormy Canyon: And his opponent, hailing from Nashua, New Hampshire, weighing in at 375 pounds... BIG BAD CASEY!!!

As he walks to the ring, he goes through the different karate stances when he is in an one on one match. When its not a 1-on-1 match, he comes down with his friend John (who does the Shane O Mac dancing stuff on the top of the ramp) and soon to be wife Laura, and we are walking down together holding hands.

Stormy Canyon: And their opponent, hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 175 pounds... "Sensational" JASON STEVENS!!!

The oppening riff for "Room For One More" is herd 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 there reaction to the trio as whilst they hate Jason they love Steve, Jason rolls into the ring and bounces of the ropes as Steve and Carrie take up positions at ringside.

The bell rings and Shipman rushes over to Jason and begins wailing away on him. He gets him cornered and starts laying boots into him. He falls down to his ass and he drives a knee into his face, using the ropes for added pressure. He turns around and Casey comes rushing toward him, but he throws him into the corner. He stumbles back and he lifts him onto his shoulders in a sitting position, then drops him down so that his head connects with the still downed Jason’s crotch! Jason is the first to get up and Shipman springs into the ropes and nails a dropkick that sends him out onto the apron. He gets up, but Casey greets him with a standing boot of his own that sends him rolling out of the ring. Casey seems to get charged up and when Jason gets to his feet on the apron, charges and nails a forearm smash that sends Jason tumbling to the outside on top of Shipman to take them both down.

Tex: What a fast and furious pace to start this match. I don’t think Jason has even had time to breathe so far.

Duff: Shipman started the match on fire, now Casey is…..no pun intended for Casey, but he’s certainly in the driver’s seat!

Casey gets out of the ring and grabs Shipman as he gets up and goes to whip him into the ring steps. He gets a foot up and hops onto them, then gets on the apron and lays in wait as Casey picks Jason up and nails several shots to him before Stevens nails a few back of his own. They turn as they notice Shipman on the apron and he charges and looks for a cross body on them both, but Jason moves out of the way and he takes Casey out. Just as he gets up, Jason rolls her into the ring and gets in as well. He nails him with a few kicks before pulling him up and going for a belly to back suplex. He ends up rolling through and lands on his feet. Jason turns around and he kicks him in the stomach, then sends him into the corner and then goes for a running knee strike. Jason gets out of the way and nails a running clothesline on Casey, who has gotten back into the ring. Shipman limps out of the corner and Jason nails a scoop slam on him before springing off the ropes and nailing an elbow drop on him. He gets down and goes for the cover.

1!

Tex: That’s all he gets as Casey breaks up the count. Again, this is a real fast paced match and I had to wonder what these three are even thinking with things being as quick as they are.

Casey pulls Jason up, lifts him up and nails a power slam on him. He turns around and Shipman nails a spinning heel kick that sends Casey into the corner and then stumbling out as he grabs at his head. He drops down and goes for a monkey flip, but Casey shoves him off and raises up, only to get a belly to belly suplex from Stevens! He gets up slowly in the corner and Jason turns his attention to Shipman and clotheslines him over the top rope to the arena floor. Casey is up and comes rushing at Stevens, who lowers his shoulders and launches him over the ropes to the floor, more specifically on top of Shipman as he goes to get up. Jason gets out of the ring and rolls Shipman back in. He gets in and as he makes it up to her knees, lifts him up and...

Tex: SENSATIONAL CUTTER!

1!

Duff: JASON STEVENS MAY HAVE JUST SECURED HIS BIGGEST WIN YET!

2!

Tex: NO, CASEY BARELY MANAGES TO BREAK IT UP AND THE MATCH CONTINUES!

Casey gets up and nails Stevens with a series of shots to his shoulders and head area before lifting him up and nailing a snap suplex. He gets up and as Stevens slowly makes his way up and then turns around, Casey lifts him up and connects with……

Tex: POWER UP! THIS IS THE MOVE THAT'S GAINED HIM SO MUCH SUCCESS!!

1!

Duff: BACK TO BACK WINS WOULD DO A LOT TO REALLY LAUNCH CASEY INTO THE INTERNATIONAL TITLE PICTURE!

2!

Tex: SHIPMAN MANAGES TO BREAK IT UP AND REALLY SAVED THE MATCH IN MY OPINION!

Shipman nails several kicks to both Casey and the downed Jason before he kicks Casey out of the way and waits for Jason to get up. When he does, he boots him in the stomach and then lifts him up to the top rope, joining him and delivering...

Duff: LONDON CALLING! STEVENS IS ON DREAM STREET AFTER THAT AND IF HE GETS THE COVER, HE SURELY HAS THIS WON!

1!

Tex: HE’S DONE IT, SHIPMAN HAS SCORED ONE HELL OF A WIN HERE!

2!

Duff: NO! CASEY BREAKS IT UP AND THE MATCH GOES ON!

The fans are cheering as Casey is on his feet. He pulls Shipman up and nails a flap jack on him. He smirks as he turns around, but Jason is just making it to his feet, nails Casey with a kick to the gut and then delivering his reverse rock bottom! Jason is slow to make it to his feet, but when he does, Shipman comes up behind him and throws him over the top rope to the arena floor! He looks back at the laid out Casey and quickly hooks both of his legs!

1!

Tex: NO! SHIPMAN IS GOING TO STEAL THE WIN HERE!

2!

Duff: SAD BUT TRUE! IT WAS SMART THINKING ON HIS PART, THOUGH!

3!

Stormy Canyon: Here is your winner, CHRIS SHIPMAN!

Winner:

The camera cuts backstage now, catching Chase Tomlin as he steps out of his locker room, a stoic look upon his face. As he begins to make his way down the corridor, the ring workers that see him scramble to get out of his way. As he makes his way down the hall, he finally comes to a stop outside of The Rebellion's locker room. Taking only a moment, Chase reaches out, tacking yet another note to the door before heading down towards the staging area.

Tomlin: I hope you are watching this. Your actions as cowards has brought this hell upon Hank Henry this evening. You have made him a messenger, but I will provide the tale. What you see tonight is merely a glimpse into your future. A taste of what is to come. You have sat back and watched idly as this matter was made personal... That makes you all equally guilty.

Chase turns down the hall now, continuing on before he comes face to face with Page Harris. Page is always prepared, bringing a microphone with her as she stops Tomlin in his tracks.

Harris: Chase! If you have a moment, I would like to ask you a couple of questions?

Chase looks down at Harris and shakes his head.

Tomlin: With all due respect, I really don't. What I will do for you though is allow you to deliver a message for me...

Chase turns to look at the camera now with a clear scowl on his face.

Tomlin: Hank, the time has come. You have made your bed, now it's time I throw you into it. This isn't about the Universal Championship. It's about war... You are about to become collateral damage on this night and you have The Rebellion to thank for that. You will bleed, you will cry, and you will beg for mercy where there will be none. Tread softly before you approach that ring Hank. This may very well be the last time you have the chance.

Chase looks at Harris once more before walking off, leaving her to look slightly unnerved by the Dark Angel's tone as the camera fades back to ringside.

The Camera cuts to Jade Green standing backstage with Hank Henry and Chaplin Graves.

Jade: Hank some say this could be one of the most important matches of your career, how do you feel about going up against a man that has beaten you multiple times before?

Hank: Babe you don’t have to be so snide about it, it’s not a big deal anymore Tomlin’s lost it, and going nowhere but up. Besides he might have the backing of Goth, but I am buddies with the Director of Authority her Chaplin Graves.

Hank Slaps his manager on the chest, and Chaplin looks displeased, and motions for the microphone.

Chaplin: First thing Mr. Henry it is Mr. Graves, and I am the Authority Director not the Director of Authority. And part of my duty is to be unbiased, and me backing you would make me just another John Irons. I will not abuse my powers for your vanity, Mr. Henry I am the only just and good thing left in the AWA, and I will not let your conniving ways tarnish or sully my good name.

A stunned silence between the three of them.

Hank: If you aren’t going to abuse your power then why even have it?

Chaplin shakes his head.

Chaplin: Hank for too long the authority ran this place like they owned it. Playing it’s talent against each other, running it ruthless intend, getting off on the violent puppet show they have going on for them. I am going to direct that Authority. And starting tonight there are going to be major changes here in the AWA. First new rule, ten o’clock curfew, that means everybody has to be in there hotel room by ten, lights out by ten thirty. Also to cut down on costs, we have switched to RC Cola, and Mr. Pip.

Hank: You are a very cruel man Mr. Graves.

Chaplin: I run a tight ship.

And the camera has to find something better to do.

Vs.

Tex: In two weeks, one of these wrestlers will earn the honor to have a shot at the Universal title!

Duff: Chase Tomlin and Hank Henry are some of the biggest stars in the business, Tex. If one of them gets a shot and defeats whoever becomes the champion tonight in two weeks, their status in the business goes sky high!

Tex: But who is it going to be?

Duff: Guess you’re gonna have to find out like the rest of us, won’t you Tex?

Tex: I wouldn’t be talking like that if I were you Duff. You’re just me after all!

Tex and Duff immediately go into a quick argument with each other that fades away quick as the noise level inside the San Diego Sports Arena explodes all over, the cameras getting various shots of the crowd with signs of their favorite wrestlers and catchphrases. We then cut to the middle of the ring, with Stormy Canyon taking center stage as she speaks to the fans.

Stormy: Ladies and gentleman, this match is scheduled for one fall and it is a hardcore match. Whoever emerges victorious will be granted a shot at the Universal title in two weeks!

The crowd goes nuts at the announcement, but the noise level dies down a few minutes and Stormy resumes speaking.

Stormy: Introducing first, from Origins Unknown, weighing at 315 lbs…..CHASE TOMLIN!!!!!!!!!!

The lights in the arena dim and turn to a crimson hue as the heavy riff of the opening of "Death Blooms" by Mudvayne 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 music intensifies, causing the flames to 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 croner as the lights return to normal. Chase removes his trenchcoat and drapes it across the top rope as the music fades out.

Duff: The tough times that Chase is going through right now isn’t making him a happy man. It’s best to stay out of the ring with him.

Tex: Tell that to Hank Henry III, Duff. He loves destruction and carnage everywhere he goes.

Duff: Well, it’s a good thing I’m not psychotic enough to step into the ring with Chase – Hank can do that, I guess!

Stormy: Introducing his opponent, from Ellis, New York, weighing at 248 lbs……HANK HENRY III!!!!!!!!!!!

Hank Henry comes out with his limping manager Chaplin Graves, they discuss the pro and cons of the upcoming match, if the mood suits them one of them play to the crowd. Sometimes he wears a cowboy hat. He enters the ring as Chaplin stands outside of the ring while the two combatants inside the ring lock eyes as Hank Henry III takes off his cowboy hat and throws it over to Chaplin, who catches it with one hand. Then the two opponents on the inside begin to circle around.

Tex: A Hardcore match is pretty much a no-disqualifications match, so anything goes and the referee can’t do anything about it!

Duff: This is the perfect playground for both men to exercise their brutality upon each other, Tex. It’s gonna get rough!

The two men locked horns in the middle of the ring, only for Chase to push him away, due to his weight and power. Hank was infuriated and shoved Chase hard enough to be close to where Chaplin is. Chaplin took out a fork and stabbed the so-called Angel Of Darkness in the back leg. Chase screamed with rage and looked down at his leg, feeling his leg shoot up in pain. That distraction allowed Hank to rush at him with a clothesline, powerful enough to take him out of the ring, flipping him over and hitting the concrete floor as Chaplin hid the fork within his clothing. Hank stepped out of the ring and picked up the big man, trying to slow him down with a few knees, Chase feeling the strikes in his abdomen. But he hits back with a knee, following by a hard elbow into the back of Hank’s neck, stopping his efforts. Then he tosses Hank over the barricade and onto the side of the people that just want blood. As Chase jumps over them barricade, Hank is back on his feet, but gets pushed into the aisle with each hard punch by Chase and the fight now spills into the audience. Hank is weakened by the punches and Chase makes the mistake of going for a big boot to lay out his opponent as Hank recovered in time to duck underneath it before turning around, kicking him in the gut. Then he surprises the audience as he lifts Chase Tomlin into a bodyslam position, only for him to slam Chase’s back onto a nearby hard wall with fans watching from above before slamming him to the firm, concrete floor. Hank gets up and sees a nearby wire on the ground. He takes that part of the wire as Chase is slowly starting to get up, already on one knee. Hank wraps the wire around Chase’s neck and begins to squeeze it hard, Chase’s face turning into a shade of blue as he’s fighting to gain his breath. Hank is maintaining the grip and is making the hold stronger as he watches Chase slowly getting unconsciousness. It doesn’t go that far as Chase suddenly stands up, overpowering Hank and then using right foot, sending it back hard into Hank’s jewels. Hank immediately lets go of the wire, clutching his jewels as Chase stumbles forward, catching his breath. In a fit of rage, Chase immediately turns around and screams, finally planting that big boot onto Hank’s face. He then walks over and plants a big boot onto Hank’s chest, looking at the referee to count in the pin. But at the count of two, Hank barely gets the shoulder up! Chase kicks Hank in the ribs a few times, forcing Hank to roll away. Chase looks around for a weapon and sees a 2X4 laying about on the ground. He picks it up and manages to get a few whacks into Hank’s face! One of those hits managed to draw some blood on Hank’s forehead. But Hank ignores the blood that flows down his face as he gets on one knee, watching Chase about to strike down him with the 2X4. But Hank Henry III quickly plants a low blow onto Chase’s jewels. Chase forces the 2X4 to drop from his hands as he lowers himself on both knees, gritting with pain. Hank looks behind his right shoulder and sees a few glass doors. Taking Chase behind his shirt and pants, he runs towards the glass, yelling in anger as he tosses Chase through the glass door head first. The crowd gasps as Chase is thrown, head first, some of the glass immediately giving him a few bad cuts on his face as he lands on his back and falls into more glass!

Tex: Hank Henry III is putting the boots into Chase as we can hear Chaplin shouting out some encouragement to Hank!

Duff: Did you hear that Chaplin thinks he’s some kind of authority figure for AWA? That’s not even right!

Tex: Actually, Duff, I think it’s kind of funny.

Duff: Tex, you can’t be serious! Goth is the one in charge, not Chaplin!

Tex: Duff, I honestly don’t think that Chaplin would agree with you on that one!

Hank manages to get a few punches in, sending Chase away and the fight now spills into the backstage arena. Several wrestlers and crew members quickly back away as Chase clutches his head as Hank sees a folding steel chair by the doors they came through and picked it up by the handles. However, as he turned, he wouldn’t be given a chance to use it as Chase quickly spears him down. Getting on top of Hank, Chase gets some swift rights into his face, even going as far as to give Hank Henry his left eye a black eye. Getting himself up, although slowly, Chase then picks up Hank and tries to slam his face onto a wooden table, but Hank does not budge for his opponent and sends him back a few feet with an elbow. Before Chase could move further back, Hank quickly gets a hold of Chase into a suplex position, then executes the suplex, with Chase being slammed through the table! Hank slowly crawls over and puts his arm on Chase’s chest, the referee counting. But just as the count of three was about to be registered, Chase BARELY gets the shoulder up. Hank is quick to accuse the referee of a slow count, but the referee stands firm on his decision. Dismissing him quick, with Chase laying on the ground, Hank Henry quickly grabs his opponent’s left arm and goes for an armbar on the ground. Chase feels his muscle giving into the pressure and is quick to roll backward, Hank forced to let go. The two opponents are back on their feet and give a few minutes of exchanging some hard rights, Chase getting the advantage over Hank now, as he kicks him in the gut and implements a double-underhook piledriver! Then he walks away from Hank and now gets a hold of the same folding chair that Hank had moments earlier in the match. Taking the chair by the handles, he saunters back over to his opponent, who is trying to get up, but falls flat on his chest as Chase slams down the object hard onto Hank’s back. Chase does not relent in his assault, attacking Hank in the back of his legs and head as well, Hank convulsing with each blow. Tossing the chair nearby, Chase quickly takes out Hank’s wind briefly with a few hard punches into his stomach, then he scoops up Hank high in the air, attempting to go for a gorilla press slam in the end. Unfortunately, for Chase, he takes time in holding his opponent high in the air, so when gets Hank on his shoulder, Hank is able to slip out of the grasp and stands behind Chase, who realizes what happened. He turns around, only to receive snake eyes in his eyes, temporarily blinding Chase. Hank sees the chair on the ground and gets a sick idea as Chase is trying to recover, getting behind his opponent and taking a few steps back. Then Hank rushes forward, grabbing Chase around the head, jumping high in the lower and crashing Chase’s face into the steel chair, face first. Chase rolls himself on his back as blood is all over his face. Hank mocks Chase in return as he plants his foot on Chase’s chest for the count, but Chase kicks out at the count of two. Hank picks up Chase, but Chase pushes both of Hank’s arms away, headbutting Hank and then following it up with a mean uppercut that came out of nowhere. That forces Hank to hit the wall behind him, which Chase goes forth and puts in a quick punch combo that hits everywhere on Hank, temporarily dazing him. Then he knees him in the stomach a few times before attempting yet another gorilla press slam, which success this time! Chase goes for the pin of his own, but just as the referee was about to hit the mat for a third time, he stopped himself as he saw Hank somehow kicking out of it!

Tex: Both men are losing a lot of blood, but neither are willing to give in to each other!

Duff: One thing’s for sure Tex, the crowd are loving it each and every second!

Tex: You got that one, right at least!

Duff: Hey, I get everything right around here, Tex. What are you talking about?

Tex: That’s somewhat hard to believe out of you, Duff!

The cameras cut from the announcers and back to the action as Chase is starting some momentum as he spins around and lands a tremendous discus punch so hard that blood spew out of Hank’s mouth, spinning him around. Hank’s back is turned to Chase, which allows Chase to kick Hank very hard in his left ankle, causing Hank to scream in pain. Then he surprises the audience as he grabs Hank by the head, jumps and spins around him, only to land a perfect DDT! It looks like he’s going for a pin, but decides against it up, causing the audience to boo. He picks up Hank and tries to go for a double-handed chokeslam, but Hank headbutts him before Chase is able to lift him in the air. Hank lands on his feet and then takes out his own fork, which was hiding somewhere in his tights, and proceeds to stab Chase a few times in the neck with the weapon, causing the self-proclaimed Angel of Darkness to scream his head off as blood begins to come out of his neck. Chase tries to back off, but the attack from Hank is relentless as he stabs him one final time with it before tossing the fork away. Hank then quickly gives himself the time to go for his finsher – THE PROLELARIAT LARIAT!!!!!!!!!! Chase is now on the ground and it looks like he’s not moving, allowing Hank to believe that he’s pretty much done for. Hank gets on the ground and hooks the leg, the referee slamming his hand on the ground. 1…..2……but Chase once again barely gets the shoulder up! Hank is enraged, furious that the referee counted it very slowly and the two quickly get into argument about it. Since the argument lasted for a few minutes, this enabled enough time for Chase Tomlin to slowly get up and shake it off, feeling both sore and exhausted. Chaplin, watching the action very closely, is screaming for Hank to turn around, claiming that he’ll do something as the authority figure of AWA if Hank doesn’t do what he’s told! Hank somehow hears him and turns around and sees that Chase charging him with a clothesline, so Hank counters back with his own clothsline and the two men quickly collide and hit the ground. Both men are on the ground, both men spent and exhausted as the referee quickly takes a glance between the two men before he begins the count, the fans quickly joining in the count. As the referee and fans manage to get to the count of five, both men are stirring and we finally reach the count of eight, the two men are back on their feet. Both don’t do anything for a second, as their bodies have endured a lot of punishment, not to mention bloodied and messed up in several areas. But the two somehow ignore their pain and communicate with their fists, although slowly, as Hank hits hard first and pays Chase back with a black eye to his right eye. Chase counters back with his own punch and leaves Hank staggering. This continues to go back and forth until Hank kicks him in the gut and goes for a DDT. But Chase is quick to run Hank into the wall nearby, causing Hank to lose his grip. Chase steps back and watches Hank stagger forward, holding his back and this gives Chase the time he needs as he places Hank Henry III in position for the Apocalypse Plunge – and executes his trademark finisher successfully! We can now hear the crowd starting to boo as Chase Tomlin hooks the leg and goes for the pin….1…..2……3!

Stormy: Here is your winner, the man who has earned himself the right to face the Universal champion for the title in two weeks….CHASE TOMLIN!!!!!!!!!!

Tex: So it looks like whoever wins the title tonight at Full Throttle will have no choice but to take on Chase Tomlin!

Duff: You have to give props to both men, especially Hank Henry III, who gave it everything he could against Chase, as did Chase against Hank. Both men did – this was a very close match between the two, but in the end, Chase survived with a win.

We get a quick glimpse of Chaplin looking down at the ground, closing his eyes and shaking his head back and forth in disappointment. Chase’s left arm then gets raised by the referee as the crowd boo him out of the building big time. Then Chase looks at the camera and motions for the Universal title around his waist before looking down at Hank with satisfaction as Hank rolls away from him, then looks up at him in frustration as the scene slowly fades into a commericial.

Winner:

The shot finds itself inside the General Manager's office... the usual cheap plywood desk with the old school desktop computer lovingly provided by Goth sat to one side of it. No one is at the desk, instead we pan to the side to see Canis doing some hamstring stretches against a bench. He's already dressed in his wrestling gear and wears an expression of calm focus which is interupted by a knock on the door. Canis calls them in.. and Metamania steps into the office and looks around for a second, then looks at Canis

Metamania: So, er... this is your locker room too?

Canis: Uh huh... you honestly think Goth was gonna grant me too different rooms?

Metamania: I guess not... you in good shape?

Canis: A little tight... but i'll be fine. Besides, there's gonna be more to worry about than just a pulled muscle out there... i could well end up in an ambulance

Metamania: Will Goth call for it...?

Canis stops stretching and chuckles with Mete, the two relaxing for a moment

Canis: This is gonna be the Rebellion's night, Mete. This is the night we stamp our authority on the Asylum and it's the night Goth and his eejits sit up and take notice.

Metamania: What's an.. eejit?

Canis:Umm... nevermind. Thing is, Irons and Chris have already scored one for us so far... it's up to us and Ronin now to carry the banner all the way to the top. We can do it, man... this is OUR night.

Metamania: As good a rallying call as any, my friend. Lets do it...

Canis and Mete clasp hands and a look of positive determination sets in on both faces. The camera then moves to the next scene/i>

Dmitri can be seen holding a candle somewhere in the arena as he turns his head towards the camera.

Dmitri: Expect to burn Modo… expect to burn…

Dmitri walks off as he has placed the candle down and the camera remains on the candle until we go to ringside

Vs.

The camera cuts to the center of the ring where Stormy Canyon stands holding a microphone.

Stormy: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest will be an Inferno Match! Once both competitors are inside the ring, flames will be ignited and surround the border of the canvas. The winner will be the man who can use those flames to ignite his opponent!

The crowd cheers wildly in anticipation.

Stormy: Introducing first, standing 6’6” and weighing in at 245 pounds, hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada…“The Enigma”…MODO!!!

The arena strobe lights span the crowd in attendance as “BYOB” hits the speakers. The lights flicker on and off as Modo is caught by the cameras…he is 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 jumping the guardrail and sliding into the ring. The arena fills with smoke as Modo enters the ring and the lights come back on. Modo is in the middle of the ring with his two index fingers in the air as the fans go wild.

Duff: This guy hasn’t exactly set the world on fire since his arrival.

Tex: Don’t say it.

Duff: What? I’m just wondering if that’ll change.

Tex: Dear Christ…

Stormy: And his opponent, standing 6’7” and weighing in at 275 pounds, hailing from Moscow, Russia…DMITRI!!!

Vampiria’s “Legacy in Blood” hits as the arena goes black and the Titan Tron slowly starts to drip blood until the name of Dmitri appears. Dmitri slowly walks out to the ring with his manager walking in front of him. He does not concern himself for the people that are either extending their hands to touch him or to throw their drinks at him. As the two approach the ring his manager opens the ropes for him and allows Dmitri to get in and stare at the man in front of him.

Tex: Dmitri’s aiming to bounce back after consecutive losses over the past few weeks.

Duff: We’ll see how that works out in just a moment.

Once both men are in the ring, Stormy quickly exits as the timekeeper steps up holding a fireplace lighter. He places it in the trough surrounding the ring and flames circle the canvas to the wild cheering of the fans.

Tex: And we are set!

Duff: Let the beatings begin!

The timekeeper rings the bell and the match begins.
The two men waste no time as they immediately lock up in the center of the ring. Modo takes control, locking Dmitri in a Side Headlock, pummeling him with right hands. Dmitri finally pushes Modo off of him, following up with a Clothesline to the back, sending Dmitri to the canvas! Vicious kicks to the head rock Dmitri as he tries to gain his feet.

Duff: And Modo’s got control early!

Tex: He’s not letting up!