Shipman: I just can't believe I am going to be on the same side as Barnhart. With our history it will be like Hitler teaming up with Adam Sandler. I just don't know what to do.

Wraith: Well think of it this way. With the title history of his and his political power he could help you get closer to getting a shot at the Universal title.

Shipman: True. Maybe this will work. Maybe I can make the best of this.

Wraith: And look at the numbers. Mete may be gone but The Rebellion gains Bulldog, therefore it is five for Rebellion, six if Mete pops in, and two for the Family. The Family is done for. You have become part of the most powerful stable.

Suddenly the rest of the Rebellion enters the room with Bill Barnhart leading the way carrying some glasses and a bottle of champagne.

Bill Barnhart: And for that I say we deserve a toast.

Bill begins filling the glasses as each member grabs one.

Bill Barnhart: To the REBELLION.

Everyone: To the Rebellion.

The camera focuses on the glasses raised in the air as a tink echoes through the room.

Vs.

Vs.

Stormy: Ladies and gentlemen…WELCOME to WrestleQuest 2!!!! The following is your opening contest which is a triple threat first blood match!!! Introducing first, from Oakland, California, weighing in at 240 pounds….he is Bulldog Bill Barnharrrrrrt!!!!!

DON'T WORRY...BE HAPPY by Bobby McFerrin hits the speakers. The TRON crackles to life and we see a close-up shot of Bill Barnhart and Iris his English Bulldog. The TRON then shifts scenes to seversl clips of Bill's wrestling matches where he is either administering his Bulldog or Piledriver to his opponent. The spotlights focus on the backstage curtains and we see Bulldog Bill Barnhart step through the curtains leading Iris on her leash (Iris is not always present at Bill's matches though). Bill comes out dressed in one of his trademark wrestling outfits (either the pink outfit with black trim witn ablack heart sewn over his heart...or the black outfit with pink trimp with a pink heart swen over si heart). Iris is dressed in her Pink Diamont-Studded Dog Collar. Bill walks confidently along the entrance walkway and under the TRON. As he walks under the TRON, pink and white pyros erupt causing a cascade of pink sparks to spill down on the entrance walkway around Bill (and Iris if she is accompanying him). Bill stops at the landing at the top of the entrance ramp to play the crowd with a huge smile on his face. He then takes off with a quick pace to the ring. When Bill arrives at the ring he (hands the leash of Iris to an attendant at ringside) climbs the ring steps, walks along the ring apron, and then ducks through the ropes into the ring. Bill walks around the ring to acknowledge all the people in the crowd and he maintains his huge smile all the time. Bill then takes up residence in a corner to await the arrival of his opponents.

Tex: This man’s just….change of mood over the past several months has been nothing but inspiring to me.

Duff: I don’t know. I don’t see it as that. He’s gone soft and I for one simply don’t like it.

Tex: At least Bill is having fun.

Duff: He won’t be having fun tonight once he’s bleeding like a stuffed pig!

Bill doesn’t seem to hear the comment coming from the announce table as Megadeth's "Symphony of Destruction" hits the PA as a pyro blasts up from centre stage. The arena lights begin to glow. The fans in the arena give a mixed reaction, some booing while others cheer as the man known as Andy "Maverick" Martindale appears from the entrance. He stops at the top of the ramp, looks at the crowd from left to right then runs down the ramp and then slides into ring under the bottom rope. He walks over to the corner of the ring, grabs the top rope and climbs to the second rope, raising his left arm. The lights return back to normal and the music starts to fade out as Maverick gets pumped up for his match.

Tex: Now here’s a man that’s been somewhat impressive since his AWA debut.

Duff: But he couldn’t beat Fang a while back and couldn’t come out on top against Mr. X and Jason Stevens last week! That doesn’t give him good grades in my book!

Stormy: And Bill’s opponents…first, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 224 pounds…Andy Martindale!!!!!

The Maverick pumps his fists into the air but that ends his pre-match pump-up as the arena lights go out as the opening to “Du Hast” by Rammstein 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: And finally, currently residing in the Georgian Backwoods, weighing in at 253 pounds…Chris Shipman!!!!!!

Duff: This is the man that these two need to fear. Shipman has always had an appetite for violence and well, first blood match equals violence equals Shipman’s playground.

Tex: I won’t disagree with you on that, but I feel that Martindale or Barnhart can easily pick up the victory here. Especially Bill being that he’s the veteran of this trio.

Duff: We’ll see about that.

The bell rings and Bill hangs back as Shipman snaps after Martindale. Andy is ready for him though and the two meet in a collar-and-elbow tie-up. Bill looks eager to jump in and join the fray but thinks better of it as Shipman gains the upper hand by shoving Martindale off of him and into the nearest corner. It’s here that Shipman mounts the ropes and begins to deliver a few punches to the jaw of Martindale. Andy slumps down but Chris continues with the assault. Bill finally comes over and turns Shipman around. He delivers a glancing blow to Shipman that has no effect on the psycho. Shipman delivers an Austin punch but again, this has no effect on the Bulldog. The two begin to come to blows as Martindale recovers in the corner. The referee keeps his eyes solidly on the two that are battling and doesn’t see Andy slide out of the ring. The masked Maverick digs underneath the ring and comes up with a baseball bat as the crowd cheers the imminent violence.

Tex: Apparently the resident Maverick isn’t going to waste any more time.

Duff: He’d be smart not to!

Andy buys his time as he sees that Bulldog and Shipman still haven’t sorted things out between them as of yet. It takes a while but finally Shipman takes a slight advantage. Martindale suddenly does a shocking thing and throws the bat into the ring. Shipman turns and grabs it, licking his chops. He lines up and takes a swing at Bulldog’s head, but Bill ducks. Barnhart takes advantage of the whiff and delivers a few elbow smashes which leads Shipman to the side of the ring where Martindale is on the outside. Martindale pulls at Shipman’s legs and pulls him out of the ring. Bill turns and sees this and just shakes his head. Martindale takes command from here and brings Shipman up to his feet. He slams Shipman against the crowd barrier, but Shipman comes off of it and decapitates Martindale with a clothesline, clotheslining Martindale to the ringside floor mats. The crowd ohs as do the announcers.

Tex: Martindale taking a hit and a half right there!

Duff: Straight up! Shipman’s taking this. He just needs to make them BLEED!!!

Tex: I wouldn’t be surprised to see him use his noose…

Duff: Great idea!

Shipman digs under the ring now instead of going for his trademark noose. From under the ring he digs out a steel chair. He tosses that into the ring but Bill gains possession of it. Shipman looks irked and now goes for his noose before rolling into the ring. Bill however becomes the smart man’s wrestler and allows Shipman to come to him. Shipman swings the noose at Bill, but Bill drops the steel chair and catches the end of the noose. The two begin a tug-of-war and seemingly forget Andy Martindale who is recuperating on the outside of the ring. Andy gets his way back to his feet and heads over to the announce desk. He lifts up the cover and tosses it against the ring.

Tex: Hey! He’s destroying our table already?!

Duff: Why don’t you try and stop him Tex?

Tex: No thanks!

Duff: That’s what I thought!

Bill and Shipman stop their squabble as they see this. The two turn to one another and seem to come to an accord as Andy comes back into the ring. The two run at Andy with the noose knocking him down to the mat.

Tex: Look at that! A bit of an alliance…between a Family member and a Rebellion member no less?

Duff: They both want to take Martindale out of the equation. Smart if you ask me.

Shipman goes after Martindale now and Irish whips him to the far side of the ring. On the rebound Shipman delivers a kick to the Maverick that finds its mark. Andy rolls back out of the ring realizing that Shipman’s a bit too much for him right now. Bill turns his attention on Shipman now and the two reassume their battle.

Duff: Well, the unholy alliance was short-lived…

Martindale suddenly rips one of the monitors out of the announce table before climbing back into the ring. The referee goes to scold Martindale, but Andy’s a bit too quick. From behind Shipman, he smashes the monitor over Shipman’s head. Bill backs off as he is shocked by Martindale’s actions. Shipman is cut open on the top of his head and blood is pouring from out of his hair. The referee turns to Stormy and angrily tells her to announce that Shipman is now eliminated.

Stormy: Chris Shipman has been eliminated!!!

Tex: That leaves Martindale and Bulldog, and I feel sorry for Bill right now. Martindale seems like a man possessed. He wants this match BAD!

Duff: This is what we need in the AWA! Violence! Not being all lovey-dovey like all that Rebellion crap and them trying to “level the playing field”.

The referee calls for the EMTs to help Shipman. Martindale turns to Bulldog now and goes to nail him with the monitor but he misses. Bill just shakes his finger at the Maverick before suddenly snapping forward and nailing Maverick with his patented bulldog maneuver. Maverick’s head barely avoids the monitor which harmlessly falls to the canvas. Bulldog brings Maverick back up from the mat and delivers a body slam. He isn’t finished here however as he brings him back up and nails Maverick with a simple choke slam. Andy is back down flat on the canvas. Bill is calling for the end. He goes to put Martindale into position for the piledriver. Shipman can be seen still on the ring apron with blood pouring into his eyes now, obviously making it hard for the psycho to see where he’s at. Shipman however still gets up and suddenly climbs to the top of the turnbuckle, seemingly forgetting that he’s already been eliminated. Bulldog lifts Martindale up for the piledriver and Shipman sees nothing but Martindale in the air and goes for his revenge, launching himself towards Maverick. Somehow though Martindale at the last moment possible slides down Bill’s back and pushes him towards where Shipman is flying off the top rope. Shipman crashes into Bulldog and Martindale backs away from the two of them and picks the TV monitor back up.

Tex: This isn’t going to end well for Bill!!!

Duff: And I won’t feel sorry for him… He won’t do the owner’s paperwork, so this is what he gets for it!

The referee demands that Shipman leaves the ring. Shipman however picks up his noose and threatens the referee. Meanwhile behind the referee’s back Martindale has smashed the remains of the TV monitor over the head of Bill Barnhart. Bulldog crashes to the mat but there is no trace of blood as of yet. Martindale can’t believe it. He quickly rolls out of the ring while the referee is still dealing with Chris Shipman. Martindale searches one more time under the ring and smiles as he finds what he wants. He finds a knuckle duster and slips it on, leaving the blade away from his hand. The referee is still preoccupied with the already eliminated Shipman.

Tex: REF! Turn around! This one’s about to be over!!!

Martindale with no regrets slits Bill right on the right wrist with the knuckle duster. Blood flows freely from the Bulldog’s right wrist. Shipman sees this going on and finally angrily rolls out of the ring, blood flowing profusely from the psycho’s head now. The referee turns and sees the blood coming from Bill Barnhart and calls for the bell!

Stormy: Here is your winner of the Triple Threat First Blood Match…Andy Martindale!!!!!!

Andy doesn’t celebrate for long as Megadeth's "Symphony of Destruction" hits the PA. He raises his arms by himself before rolling out of the ring, obviously ready to move on and progress with his career.

Tex: Even with a win on the grandest stage of them all, I guess Martindale wants more for himself.

Duff: I don’t blame him. This match to him he obviously considers as child’s play.

Bulldog is rolling around as he sees his blood dripping to the mat. The EMTs are now out to help both Bulldog and Shipman as Andy Martindale disappears to the back. The scene in the arena fades out…

Winner:

Tex: There you have it ladies and gentlemen. A truly brutal first blood match. Chris Shipman and Bill Barnhart have already left the ringside area, but Andy Martindale is back in the ring.

Duff: Yes Tex, it was a hell of a match, just a shame that Andy here din't win. What the hell does he want now though?

Tex: I have no idea Duff, but I think we're about to find out because he's just picked up a microphone

Maverick: Ok, you know what? I really have had enough of this shit! I shouldn't have even tost this match, let alone be the first eliminated. So, the time has come for change.

Tex: What the hell is he talking about?

Duff: I don’t know Tex, why do you insist on asking me these questions?

Andy Martindale paces back and forth in the ring, frustrated with his loss. He looks out to the fans, and then to the camera.

Maverick: I told you all a couple of weeks ago that I was here for a little payback. When I was back in the GWA someone made a huge mistake, and I never got the chance to get some retribution. That's all going to change. As of this moment on, Andy Martindale shall cease to exist. He hasn't exactly started things off in the AWA as I would have hoped, so clearly it's time to lose him from the show completely!

Tex: He's leaving already?

Andy Martindale drops the microphone, looks down at the canvas, then back at the camera. He places his hands around the back of his head and reaches for the mask.

Tex: He's finally going to take off his mask!!

Duff: It's about damn time we got to see his ugly mug!

Andy Martindale unties the laces holding his mask on and slowly pulls it off, still facing the floor we still can't quite see who he is as his long hair is hiding his face. Then, he flicks his head back as the crowd looks on in amazment.

Tex: OH MY GOD!! I don't believe it Duff, it's...

Duff: The original Psycho, KRUSHER!!!!

Krusher looks into the camera and grins as the fans erupt!

Krusher: Oh yeah, I'm back for payback allright! Chaos you son of a bitch, just to refresh your memory a little bit, here's a little footage for you to watch!

The scene switches to a video clip of the December 11th Anarchy show. We can see a packed out arena and suddenly Disturbed's “Shattered Glass” hits the PA system and out onto the stage comes the maniacal machine himself, Chaos, the crowd give off mixed reactions as the veteran walks down to the ring, he doesn’t waste anytime here tonight sliding right into the ring without making time to show boat as he has a point to make and so Chaos is handed a microphone and begins speaking out to the crowd.

Chaos: Ladies…. Gentlemen… boys and girls, tonight i have a big match with the returning Morbius Tassius and while i could stand here to talk about that i want to address something else…

Chaos: First things first i have not been me since returning everyone can see it apart from that one big match against Metamania and that TLC triple threat match for the tag belts, most of my matches haven't gone my way and if they have it was barely my win and that is not how it should be for a future HOF inductee such as myself

The crowd boo, his ego already believing he has his place secured in the HOF, the camera stays focused as Chaos continues to talk with more fire behind each word

Chaos: That said, it is time for this Monster to get out of this tired trend and even though i plan on destroying Morbius tonight, i want the world to know that come Merry Mayhem things are really going to turn around for myself, this will be a turning point in my career which will take me back to where i should be, at the top and proving to the world one more time that i am what i say i am... THE BEST!

Chaos at this point begins to stride around inside the ring letting the crowd's energy suck into him, feeling the atmosphere as he continues to speak out

Chaos: With all that in mind it seems that no one can seem to stay away from me, i seem to attract attention around here i mean one minute i have Metamania breath down my neck and the next its Goth trying to stir things up, quite frankly i am tired of all this B.S about me not being who i used to be and not being able to beat certain people... well come Merry Mayhem i will show the world that i am far from done here in the GWA and i am certainly not washed up! So i don't care who i get at Merry Mayhem be it Metamania one more time... be it Goth... hell both of them, i don't care who i face be it some new guy or even if it was Santa fucking Clause himself, i will be bringing a world of pain upon them like never before but who ever decides to take me on at Merry Mayhem had better be prepared for one thing and one thing only...

Krusher turns around to see his brother ready to say the final line together like they always have done when suddenly…. CHAOS NAILS KRUSHER with the GWA Tag Championship, the crowd look on stunned in silence not believing what has just happened, Chaos grabs the microphone as a dazed Krusher lays out on the floor looking up at his brother in disbelief, the eyes of a Monster look back at him as Chaos says the final line of this quick promo

Chaos: ANNIHILATION!!!

The Monster Chaos laughs sadistically as the crowd looks on taken back a bit by his statement as Shattered Glass hits the PA one more time as we see Chaos raise his hands then makes his way backstage.

We switch back to a bloodied Krusher in the ring, we can see the anger in his eyes.

Krusher: Chaos, to this day I don't know what the hell was going through your head, but i've been waiting patiently for my chance to get my own back on you, and I don't see a better opportunity. Consider yourself on notice brother, because I'm coming for you all guns blazing! And you off all people should know, that when you mess with the best... you FALL like the rest!!!

Krusher throws the mic to the canvas and stares into the camera as Breaking Benjamins "Breakdown" hits the PA

Tex: I wouldn't want to be in Chaos' boots right now Duff, he's got a pissed off Psycho coming his way.

Duff: I can't wait until Krusher gets his hands on the monster, this will be epic!

Faust is seen backstage warming up in his locker room wearing his wrestling gear, when Jason Stevens comes walking.

Faust: Alright, this is the time for us to step up. The Steel cage is unforgiving, as I am sure you know. So we will have to have each other’s backs out there.

Faust stops his stretching and drinks some water from a bottle.

JS: To be honest, do we even need to try? Out of both of our opponents only one has taped the required number of promos which tells me that his head isn’t in this match!

Faust nods in agreement.

JS: Well, I guess since we’re going to win the titles we may as well make this team official, so any ideas for a team name?

Faust rubs his chin in thought.

Faust: That is quite the commitment.. I am as sure as anybody else that we will win the titles, but as far as a team name goes maybe we need to see how our first title defence goes. I agree tonight is a winning fight, but none the less we have to make room for the possibility that Johnny is the tough, stupid...BUT... the strong type.

Faust looks up in thought.

Faust: I am also very indecisive about these things, so if you have any ideas hit me with a few.

Jason thinks for a few minutes, he checks his watch seeing that they still have 10 minutes to go before match time before an idea hits him.

JS: As cliché as our name may sound, how about “The Lords of the Ring”?

Faust: "That seems like a bad cross between a tag team of hobbits, and a team of Irish dancers. How about Team Extreme? It’s cliché, but a bit more bearable if we need a name."

JS: Well as much as I'd hate to be sued by Vince McMahon let's go for it! And on that note our match is next!

Faust and Jason leave the room.

Vs.

The cage sits around the ring. Stormy stands near the time keepers table as she prepares to announce the first team.

Stormy: The following match is for the Team Awesome Championship and will be contended for in a steel cage.

"Dream" by Dope hits the PA as the lights dim and a blue light flickers. Faust makes his way out onto the ramp where he gently jumps up and down looking at the crowd. He then makes his way down to the ring, slapping some fans hands on the way down. He steps up the into the cage. The oppening riff for "Beyond The Pale" by Exodus is herd over the PA and strobe lights flash across the PA in time with the guitar riff, as soon as the vocals are heard a single spotlight signs on the stage and Jason emerges from the back. He slowly walks to the ring and gets into the cage standing side by side with his partner Faust.

Stormy Canyon: Introducing the first team, at a combined weight of 393 pounds….the team of Faust and Jason Stevens!

Tex: This duo could be great or they could implode pretty quickly.

Duff: You’d be surprised how the want for championship gold can silence egos.

"The Phantom of the Opera" blars over the p.a. On the first climax of the song, Johnny runs out to a chorus of BOOS. Johnny "The Paycheck" Cashola runs down the ramp to ringside. He doesn’t get into the cage just yet as he stares down his opponents. The arena strobe lights span the crowd in attendance as "BYOB" hits the speakers. the lights flicker on and off as Modo is caught by the cameras...he is a top the rafters among his fans. he descends down through the crowd as all the people cheer him on and clap his back. Modo looks around and takes in the atmosphere before jumping the guardrail and standing next to his partner.

Stormy: And their opponents at a combined weight of 495 pounds….the team of Modo and Johnny Cashola!

Duff: Now if there was a team who would implode. It would be these two.

Tex: I have to agree I don’t think either of these men will be able to get along.

Modo and Cashola make their way up the steps and into the cage. The referee closes the cage door. As soon as the bell rings Cashola turns and tries to climb the cage to get out. Modo looks at his partner and just shakes his head. Faust sprints and jumps to hit Cashola with a hard axe handle that stops him in the middle of the cage. Faust climbs up to Cashola and smashes his skull into the steel cage a few times and then hooks Cashola’s neck. Faust brings them both crashing down with a reverse DDT off the cage.

Tex: Really? The match just started and Cashola tried to get out of the cage without throwing a punch.

Duff: That’s smart he doesn’t want to beat up his pretty face, that’s the money maker.

Stevens sprints at Modo who catches him with a huge back body drop. Modo wastes no time and he grabs Stevens by his pony tail and brings him back to his feet. Modo whips Stevens into the ropes and when he bounces back Modo picks him up for flapjack and throws Stevens skull first into the cage. Stevens grabs the cage to try and keep himself up. Modo bounces himself off the ropes and sprints towards Stevens, who looks up at the big tron, sees Modo is coming and side steps so Modo jumps with his own force rattling the steel cage. Faust begins to stir and he grabs Cashola and throws him into one of the corners. Faust delivers a huge European uppercut, then another, and a third that rock Cashola. Faust throws him to the ground and jumps to the top rope. It looks like he is going for the Point of No Return, but before he can Modo runs in for the save and flips Faust off the top rope .

Tex: Well Cashola can thank his partner from saving him.

Duff: Saving him from what? There’s no pin falls so that move doesn’t really do much.

Stevens rushes at Modo who turns around and is floored. They begin to roll around delivering hard rights and lefts to each other. Stevens finally begins to get the advantage and actual drags Modo to the steel cage and begins grating Modo’s face back and forth on the cage, busting Modo open. The cage begins to turn red with blood as Modo’s face begins to be covered in crimson. Stevens seems happy with his work, until he turns around and is met by a huge dropkick from Cashola that sends Stevens’ back of his head clanging against the cage. Cashola looks around and tries to climb the cage again, but with the damage done it is a much slower attempt. He begins to get to the top, but Faust has finally gotten to his feet and he is up and after him.

Tex: Cashola trying to get out of the cage again.

Duff: Why do you say it like that? It’s how you win the match he is trying to win.

As Cashola gets to the top Faust grabs his leg and continues to climb soon they are both straddling the top of the cage and trading lefts and rights. While this is going on Modo uses the cage to help him back to his feet. He wipes the blood from his eyes and sees the two men at the top of the cage. He slowly begins to climb and before Faust notices Modo comes up and sits behind him. Now Cashola and Modo are on either side and are each going back and forth punching Faust. Faust looks like he is about to fall off the top and Cashol rears back for the final blow, but Faust weaves, the punch nails Modo in the chin and sends him tumbling to the ground. The referee signals that Modo has escaped, but he looks very hurt. Cashola is stunned he missed the punch, and with that split second distraction Faust grabs him and they both tumble back into the ring with a huge thud!

Tex: Modo is out!

Duff: In more ways than one. If he’s not dead then he’s half way to becoming one half of the Team Awesome Champion.

Both Faust and Cashola aren’t moving. Stevens begins to wobble to his feet and as he does he looks around and sees the carnage that has taken place. He looks to the top of the cage, but shakes his head and limps over to the lifeless body of Cashola. Stevens tries to whip him into the rope, but he can’t hold his own weight and he crumbles to the ground before he can hit the ropes. Stevens smiles and limps over again and picks up the deadweight that is Cashola. He places Cashola into the corner, holding him up with his shoulder. He lifts Cashola onto the top rope and hooks him for a Sensational Buster. Stevens walks with Cashola on his shoulders into the middle of the ring and plants him with the Sensational Buster.

Tex: SENSATIONAL BUSTER! But what was the point? Cashola is already unconscious.

Duff: The point is…why not? Jason The Sensation wants to make sure he walks out with another championship.

Jason pulls himself up and looks at his partner who has still not moved since the fall. Jason walks around and isn’t sure what to do. He then signals to the referee to open the cage door. They do and Jason begins to drag the lifeless body of Faust out of the ring. Jason is still feeling the beating from before so it is a slow process, but Cashola is unconscious and several referees are helping Modo to the back. Stevens pulls with all of his might and he has gotten himself onto the ring steps and half of Fausts body through the ropes. Stevens jumps off the ring steps and his feet touch. The referee signals he has escaped. He goes to pull Faust, but the referee blocks his hands. We hear him explain to Stevens he is no longer part of the match and cannot help his partner.

Tex: Oh my god. Stevens eliminated himself too early and now Faust has to exit the cage on his own.

Duff: For a match with no rules…there seems to be a lot of rules.

Stevens is irate, Faust is half way out, but he still has made no movement at all. Stevens begins to scream in the ear of Faust as loud as he can. He’s doing everything but touching, he is right in Fausts ear screaming and after a minute or so Faust begins to stir, his eyes flutter and he isn’t quite sure where he is but Stevens is jumping around. Cashola is also beginning to stir a little but he is barely moving. Fausts out of instinct fold out his hand and grabs the top of one of the steps and he uses all of his strength to pull himself a few more inches out of the cage. Stevens is beside himself jumping around and Cashola is beginning to move some more. Faust yanks himself again a few more inches.

Tex: It’s a race can Cashola get to his feet and stop Faust?

Duff: This is like a snail race.

Cashola gets to one knee. Stevens is screaming at his partner. Cashola shakes the cob webs loose and realizes what is happening. Faust pulls himself again, he is almost out. Cashola musters all of his strength and dives for Faust. Faust pushes himself to the side of the steps and his body falls out of the cage and to the ground. Cashola misses by a split second. Fausts feet still haven’t hit the ground, but finally they fall to the ground and the referee calls it. The bell rings.

Stormy: Here are your winners and TEAM AWESOME CHAMPIONS!!!! THE TEAM OF FAUST AND JASON STEVENS!!!!! Winners:

The scene switches to the back where we see Big Bad Casey. He is seen warming up for his standard match against Big Bad John, whos birth name is John Henry Irons. He sees the camera and gives a sinister looking smirk.

Casey: BBJ, I know who you really are. I will expose you for who you are and make sure you don’t steal peoples gimmicks anymore when I defeat you for once and for all. We will have an epic battle regardless of who is victorious, and it will be an honor to destroy you so you can get back to your normal self. I will prove that Goth bringing me back was not a mistake when I defeat his CFO in a match.

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

Casey: After I defeat the loser known as Big Bad John, I will have my revenge against him for not only attacking me from behind, but also attacking me after a grueling match with Matthew Toddi. I will also be getting revenge for my friend John, who you attacked for no apparent reason.

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

Vs.

The scene cuts to the center of the ring where Stormy Canyon stands ready to announce the next match.

Tex: This one should be interesting, folks. Back from his apparent imprisonment and brainwashing at the hands of Jonathan Porter, John Irons is making is in-ring return!

Duff: Call it like it is, Tex. This guy is completely off his rocker. If I didn't hate both of these guys so much, I'd almost feel sorry for Casey.

Stormy: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a Hardcore Body Slam match! Hardcore match rules apply. No disqualification, no submissions, no pinfalls. The winner will be the first man who is able to bodyslam his opponent! Introducing first, hailing from Nashua, New Hampshire...standing 7'1” and weighing in at 375 pounds...BIG BAD CCCAASSSEEYYY!!!

Astral Doors' “Power and the Glory”plays over the PA system as pyrotechnics fill the entrance area. Big Bad Casey emerges from the back to a chorus of cheers and boos. He makes his way to the ring, going through different karate stances as he moves. Throwing his leg over the top rope, he enters the ring and paces back and forth, awaiting his opponent.

Tex: Casey doesn't exactly have the best record, Duff, but he said in an earlier interview this week that he's ready for Big Bad John.

Duff: Let's face it. This kid's on his way to becoming the next Jason Stevens. But if he pulls out a win here somehow...well, damn...I guess I'll have to give him some respect.

Tex: You suck as a human being, Duff. You know that?

Duff: Yep.

Stormy: And his opponent, hailing from Detroit, Michigan...standing 7'5” and weighing in at 375 pounds...BIG BAD JJJOOOOHHHNN!!!

The arena is in a frenzy, awaiting the next match. There is a faint light coming from the Tron, however the only thing on screen is a haze of black, red, and gold smoke. Then “Big John” by Jimmy Dean hits the PA. There is a mixed reaction from the crowd as we see Big Bad John being escorted by a few Men in Black to the ring. He can be seen wide eyed and smirking, and from time to time giggling. As he's escorted to the ring, he begins shouting out things that are unintelligible by the camera. He gets into the ring and faces his opponent, staring him down. He begins to breathe deeply, chest rising and falling with intensity. The referee looks to both opponents and begins to tell them he wants a fair fight...

Duff: To hell with a fair fight! Let's see somebody bleed!

Tex: Christ, Duff! Will you settle down?

Duff: Probably not! Oh! Shut up, Tex! Here we go!

Stormy Canyon quickly exits the ring as the bell rings and the match begins. The two giants start slowly, stalking the ring and sizing each other up. John has a slight smirk on his face as he circles the ring, feinting once or twice toward Casey. Casey stands his ground and as the crowd cheers them on, the two men lock up in the center of the ring. They twist and writhe, pushing each other back and forth across the ring as they vie for position. Finally, John's slight height advantage gives him the upper hand, and he's able to snake his arms through Casey's to break the hold and get him in a side headlock. Casey twists and grunts loudly as he tries to break the hold, but John clamps it down harder and pummels Casey with a series of punches. As Casey eases up, John takes a few steps forward, looking to plant Casey with a bulldog, but BBC pushes him off at the last second and John stumbles away. Casey rushes forward and gets his arms around John's waist, hoisting him up and dropping him with a Belly to Back Suplex!

Tex: And Casey draws first blood!

Duff: Oh, please. I could do that.

Tex: You could pick up a 375 pound Marine?

Duff: Well...you know...

Tex: Yeah, Duff. I know.

The slam to the mat draws John's anger, and he quickly gets to his feet, clearly fuming. He stalks the ring again, backing Casey up into a corner. Realizing his mistake too late, Casey let's himself become trapped in the corner and rushes John in an attempt to get out. John's too quick, though, and ducks down just as Casey rushes, sending the big man through the air and crashing on the canvas with a back body drop! The fans cheer John on as he goes on the offensive, leaning back on the ropes and bouncing off of them, landing a leg drop across Casey's neck! As Casey convulses on the mat, holding his neck, John smiles and slides out of the ring. Reaching underneath the ring apron, John produces a Singapore Cane, holding it high for all to see as the fans buzz in anticipation. John takes his time climbing the ring apron, turning to face the fans with the Cane held high. Casey has gotten back to his feet and takes advantage of John's lapse in concentration, clobbering him with a forearm to the back of the head that sends the Marine flying off of the apron and into the guardrail as a loud “Oh!” sounds through the crowd. Casey smiles as the smack of flesh on steel echoes through the arena, and he quickly climbs out of the ring in pursuit. He grabs the discarded cane as Big John gets to his feet, taking a step back and teeing off on the big man's skull! The sound of the impact smacks loudly, and John staggers back, but doesn't fall. He seems consumed by anger now, and starts stalking toward Casey like a machine. Casey stands his ground, unloading with the cane once, twice more! The impact barely slows John down! In desperation, Casey drops the cane and lunges forward, kicking the big man in the knee and finally taking him down!

Duff: I'll be damned...Casey's got a bit of offense!

Tex: He's definitely got the upper hand right now, but can he keep it going?

Casey continues his assault, heading over to the corner of the ring and picking up the steel ring steps. Holding them at chest level, he turns around...only to find John back on his feet! Before Casey can move, Big John unloads with a big boot, slamming the steps hard into Casey's chest and knocking him back. John grabs the ring steps now, holding them high overhead and bringing them down hard on the top of Casey's skull! Casey tries to block the blow with his hands, but John's just too strong for that, and the top of his head takes the brunt of the punishment as Big John attacks a second time with the ring steps! Casey collapses to the floor, and John tosses the steps aside like they're nothing at all as the fans cheer loudly.

Duff: This guy's like the f**king Terminator!

John grabs Casey by his head and hauls him to his feet. Casey tries to fight back, swinging wildly with a clothesline, but John easily ducks it and wraps his arms around Casey's waist, hoisting him up and dropping Casey's tailbone right onto his knee with a brutal Atomic Drop! Casey grabs his lower back and shouts in pain, stumbling forward and falling to one knee. John doesn't let up, reaching under the ring once more and pulling out a Stop sign! The fans cheer wildly as John holds the sign overhead, looking to strike. Casey's regained his bearings, though, and drops John with a vicious groin kick! John drops the sign and doubles over, clutching his jewels. Casey grabs the sign and goes on the offensive, getting a running start of a few steps and cracking John in the head! The Marine staggers and falls flat on his back as the crowd starts to chant Casey's name. Casey keeps going, laying the sign across John's face and climbing up onto the ring apron.

Tex: I didn't think Casey was much of a flier.

Duff: He's not. This ain't gonna be pretty!

As they crowd cheers loudly, Casey leaps off of the ring apron, connecting with a brutal elbow drop on the sign right on John's face! The impact leaves Casey injured, however, as he rolls on the arena floor clutching his side in pain. As he slowly gets to his feet, a rather nasty gash can be seen near his ribs, just below his armpit. He holds the wound painfully for a moment, seeming to forget it completely when he notices John stirring once again. John gets the sign off of him just as Casey moves to pick him up, but John surprises Casey and takes him down with a fireman's carry! John grabs Casey's head and slams it repeatedly into the arena floor. Finally, he seems to think Casey's had enough and mercifully breaks the assault. Casey's relief is short-lived, as John now as a steel chair in his hand and tosses it into the ring. Hauling Casey to his feet, John goes to slam his head into the ring apron, but Casey blocks it, stopping himself and answering back with a series of short elbows to John's midsection. As John staggers back, Casey grabs him and whips him into the corner post! John's shoulder takes the impact and he slumps onto the ring apron, barely able to stand as he waits for the pain to pass. Casey doesn't give him that chance, moving around to the other side of the post, grabbing John's arm and slamming his shoulder into it once again as the crowd chants his name.

Tex: This is a side of Casey I don't think we've seen before!

Casey grabs John and tosses him into the ring, following close behind. A kick to the gut has John doubled over, and Casey looks to plant him with a DDT onto the chair! John fights back, though, breaking the hold by taking Casey's legs out from under him with one sweep of his arm. John hops to his feet and stomps Casey a few times for good measure before grabbing the big man and hauling him to his feet. John whips Casey into the corner, following close behind and clobbering him with a clothesline! Casey starts to fall forward, but John stops him and shoves him back into the corner, pummeling him with a series of hard knees to the stomach! Finally stepping back with his fists held high in victory, John chuckles as Casey falls to the canvas. Casey starts to crawl toward the ropes, using them as leverage to pull himself up. John sees this and shakes his head, picking up the chair and moving toward BBC. Big John raises the chair high and brings it down hard, but Casey times it perfectly and hits the chair with a vicious kick, knocking it back into John's face! As Big John staggers back, Casey rushes forward, grabbing the chair out of John's hands and cracking him in the head with it! The crowd cheers wildly as Casey drops the chair and hauls John to his feet. Holding one fist in the air, Casey grabs John's head and drops him onto the chair with a DDT! As John lies on the canvas not moving, Casey slowly gets to his feet. Grabbing John and hauling him up, the crowd begins to buzz as Casey sets up for a bodyslam!

Tex: This could be it! It could be over!

Duff: I'll be damned! Come on, kid!

With a loud grunt, Casey gets John into the air, but the Marine still has some fight left in him, kicking his feet wildly and connecting with an elbow to Casey's temple! Grabbing Casey's arm, John rears back and clocks him with a short-arm clothesline! Casey stumbles back, but refuses to go down! He yells at John, taunting him to fight harder. Seething with anger, John rushes in...walking right into a Power Up! Casey's haymaker rocks Big John, sending the big man flat onto his back as the crowd cheers wildly! Casey picks John up again, setting him up for another body slam. John doesn't offer much fight, but Casey's just too tired, and John's too heavy. Confusion shows on Casey's face as he obviously becomes lost in thought, trying to figure out how he's going to get John in the air. He takes too much time, and John has regained his bearings, rushing forward and dropping Casey with a big boot! John is on the offensive now, hoisting Casey to his feet and unloading with a series of right hands, staggering BBC back. Casey stumbles back onto the ropes and they push him forward, right into John's grasp! He goes for a body slam, getting Casey's feet off the ground. Casey kicks wildly, trying to break the hold, but it's no use. Just before John gets him turned over for the slam, Casey reaches out in desperation and gouges John's eyes! John shouts in pain and covers his eyes, dropping Casey and stumbling backwards. Casey unloads on John now, rocking him with a Roundhouse kick! He follows it up with a side kick to John's midsection, doubling the Marine over. Casey rushes forward, grabbing John and whipping him into the ropes. The crowd buzzes as Casey leans forward, preparing to meet John in the middle of the ring. Using the momentum the ropes have given John, Casey ducks down and scoops the big man up, planting him hard on the mat with a body slam! The crowd erupts as Casey staggers back to the corner, leaning on the turnbuckle as the bell rings.

Tex: He did it! He did it! Casey scores the body slam and the win!

Duff: I can't say anything bad about this kid.

Tex: Really? That's a first.

Stormy: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner...BBBIIIGGG BBBAAADDD CCCCAAASSSEEEEYYYY!!!

Duff: Casey just added a pretty big name to his win column, Tex.

Tex: He fought hard, Duff. No one can say he doesn't deserve the win.

Power and the Glory blares over the PA system as the referee holds Casey's hand up in victory. The fans cheer loudly and chant his name as he slowly makes his way up the ramp and to the backstage area. Big John finally starts to stir, rolling out of the way and slowly limping up the ramp himself, shrugging off the help of a medical tech as the show fades to an AWA merchandise ad.

Winner:

Goth can be seen sitting at his desk, all ready for his match but is staring at the monitor for the TV title match.

Goth: And now your next my friend, your next

Goth grins as the shot goes back to the arena

Vs.

Stormy Canyon: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is our special Dog Kennel Match for the Television Championship belt!! About to enter the arena is the challenger, standing in at 6’4 and weighing in at 245 pounds!! Hailing from parts unknown!!! Mr. X!!!

The whisper of "I can feel it" strikes through the crowd. The lights go down, 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 to the ring apron and quickly goes through the ropes. He goes from corner to corner and raises his "X" sign as the music dies and the lights return he goes into his corner to prepare for the match.

Stormy Canyon: And his opponent!!! Standing in at 6’3 and weighing in at 263 pounds!! Hailing from Parts Unknown!!! The current Television Champion!!! The Masked Terror!!!

As the ominous tolling of the bells ring out throughtout 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 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 Martin: Both wrestlers now have to get inside the small cage like structure that normally is build for dogs. Not much space to move and I am seriously doubting that either of them will be feeling comfortable inside this kennel that we made for them.

Duff Travers: Well I think X will look nicely with a leash on his neck, after what I’ve heard!!

Tex Martin: Oh please….

The bell has rang and X gets under way, he grabs The Masked Terror and whips him into the wall of the Kennel and then executes a Back Body Drop on the canvas before climbing the wall and executes an splash off the wall. He goes for the cover, but only gets a count of two as Terror kicks out at the pin attempt. X grabs the Masked Terror and lifts him to his feet before executing an Atomic Drop and then follows it up with a big time clothesline. X jumps upwards and grabs the roof of the kennel and then puts his feet to the wall of it and then lets himself fall on top of Terror with a modified Elbow on the chest area of the champion before going for the cover and securing the win in his very first ever Wrestle Quest and retains the title. X climbs out of the kennel and is awarded the championship belt> he walks to the back as the fans cheer him on.

Stormy Canyon: The winner of this match and NEW!! TELEVISION CHAMPION!! MR. X!!!

Winner:

The Golden Age of Grotesque blasts across the sound system as Goth walks out to the ring, he is in his wrestling gear. The fans seem puzzled as to why he is here and not preparing for his match. He looks upset as he goes through the ropes and snatches the microphone from Stormy. The music dies.

Goth: First, I would like to congratulate our new, and first ever two time, AWA Television Champion Mr. X. You had a hard fought battle and earned your victory. However; there is still the little issue of who you are. I know I said you would take off your mask only if you lost, but that’s the great part about still being the owner here…I can change my mind. So X, I don’t like being lied to or played the fool. You say you aren’t a former AWA star, you say it was all Masked Terror playing with my mind, then come prove it. Because if you do not come and unmask right now….You will be stripped of the AWA Television Championship and fired on the spot!

The fans begin to boo and hiss.

Tex: What? Mr. X fought for the right to keep his mask, this isn’t fair.

Duff: What does fair have to do with it? He signed a contract under false pretenses. And Goth is still the AWA owner right now so he can do what he wants. I say get the freak out here.

“Toxic” begins to play but Mr. X isn’t coming out. Goth waits and waits, but still no Mr. X. He yells without the microphone “come down now or you’re fired goddamn it.” Then the lights go out, the crowd goes nuts. The lights come back on and Mr. X is standing behind Goth AWA Television Title in hand. Goth turns around and BAM! The AWA Television Title belt gets smacked across the AWA owner’s jaw. Goth falls to the canvas, Mr. X standing over his fallen boss…he looks out to the cheering fans and he raises his hand high in the air. He places it to the back of his mask and quickly yanks it off to reveal……..ERIC CORRAYO!!!!!

Tex: Oh my god!!!! It can’t be!

Duff: What the hell? Goth fired him for good a year ago! He said Eric Corrayo would never work in AWA again!

Goth slowly begins to stir on the ground, Corrayo drops his belt and readies himself in a way we haven’t seen in a longer time. Everyone knows what is coming, they can see it from a mile away and the fans are clamoring for it. Goth slowly rises to his feet, groggy, he turns around and sees who it is. The look of shock on his face is only for a split moment because Corrayo springs up and nails THE EGO KILLER!!! Goth is again on the ground out cold. The fans begin a chant they have waited over a year to do “Cor-Ray-Yo” “Cor-Ray-Yo” They continue to chant as Eric picks up his Television championship, stands over the unconscious body of Goth and lifts it high. What a site it is to see the AWA Hall of Famer back in the company.

Tex: Not only is Eric Corrayo back in AWA, he is our Television Champion!

Duff: This is a crock! He shouldn’t be a champion he should be rotting back at home where he belongs. Goth wont’ stand for this.

Tex: Goth isn’t standing at all

Backstage Hank Henry pours straight rum into a glass, holds the glass up to his eye pondering over his drink as Jade waits for him to drink it down, while his Manager the Authority Director Chaplin Graves Stands behind him. The International title is draped over Hanks shoulder.

Jade: So Hank, now before you being remember you’ve promised me that would not use this time to promote your Merkin company.

Hank drinks his drink, and smiles at Jade.

Hank: I did promise you that didn’t I Jade? Well I am not here to talk about A Merkin Made Merkins, no I have more important things to deal with tonight, mainly the cursed title this International Title.

Chaplin: Let me step in here Hank.

Chaplin pushes his way ahead of Hank.

Chaplin: As many of you probably know the International Title is a cursed object, and it’s now Hank Henry solemn duty to carry this cursed object with him at all times. Now trust me as the Authority Director I have offered to strip of the title.

Hank: But we can’t have that happen, I could not bear to live with myself to let somebody else have this burden on their shoulders so I have decided I am going to hurt poor, poor Matty Toddi more that I should. Violence in excess, pointless and disgusting, something so terrible I can not be forgiven for my actions, and not because Matty had it coming, but because it’s the only way to keep him and all the safe from this curse.

Jade: Okay... I am going to make sure I never have to interview you again.

Chaplin: Jade he is only speaking the truth, but we must go now, Hank has match to fight.

And the two walk off.

Vs.

Stormy Canyon: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is our 2 hour Iron Man Match where falls count anywhere!!!! If Goth wins, then Canis will be stripped from his rights as being our General Manager!! If Canis wins, then he becomes the majority owner of the AWA!!!!

The fans erupt as they are going to be witnessing the match that could forever change the face of the AWA forever.

Stormy Canyon: The first wrestler to come down the aisle, stands in at 6’4 and weighs in at 232 pounds!! Hailing from London, England!!! Our General Manager!!!! Representing the Rebellion!!! Canis!!!

The arena lights dim slightly as the crowd turns their attention to the stage area. Suddenly, "Animal" by Pearl Jam slams into the PA speakers and brings a surge of cheers from the capacity crowd.

One, two, three, four, five against one... Five... Five against one

One, two, three, four, five against one... Five... Five against one

As Eddie Vedder breaks in to the lyrics for the verse, the video shows a glass crucifix shattering into tiny pieces as three large flashes of white pyrotechniques explode from the stage in time with the drums to reveal Canis stood in the entrance way checking out the crowd, soaking up the adulation with a smug grin. After a few moments, he walks towards the ring with a look of determination painted across his once pale face - occasionally acknowledging the front row with a nod and a smile. After sliding under the ropes he looks to the rafters for a moment and grins, shaking his head to himself before closing his eyes and looking down, breathing slowly. After a short trance, he acknowledges each side of the crowd before eventually "Animal" fades, leaving Canis ready in the ring

Stormy Canyon: And his opponent, standing in at 6’4 and weighs in at 6’4 and weighs in at 239 pounds!! Hailing from New York City, New York!!! He is the Gothfather of the AWA and the owner of the company!!! Representing The Family!!! Goth!!!

The Golden Age of Grotesque blasts across the sound system as Goth walks out to the ring, he is dressed in a long black Goth like robes. He is followed to the ring by Sapphira, who is wearing her usual wrestling outfit. Goth stops halfway the entrance way and stares at the crowd who are booing the owner of the AWA who grins and walks further on. In the ring he lets Sapphira take off his robe and he stares down his opponent in the ring

Tex Martin: Unbelievable, I never expected this to happen. But it is going to happen, a two hour marathon between these two giants of wrestling. I just can’t find another word for it than merely… unbelievable…

Duff Travers: Expect Goth to whoop Canis his ass, just like he did to Metamania and Ronin a while ago. He’s our boss you know!!

The bell has rung as we can see a clock start to count backwards from the two hours to nothing, at the two names we see a zero, signaling for the amount of falls that both men would have scored against each other. Goth stares at Canis as both men are hesitant to get it on, knowing what is at stake and the amount of time that both men will be competing in is just a sickening thought. Both men circle each other before both men lock arms, Goth manages to gain some advantage as he hiptosses Canis and then locks him in a sitting side headlock. But canis manages to roll out of the hold and both men stare at each other as the fans are applauding them, knowing full well that this is more than just merely a match. Goth gives Canis a nod before the two lock arms again, this time it is Canis that gets the upper hand as he pushes Goth in the corner. The referee gets in between, demanding for a clean break. Canis slowly steps backwards as Goth suddenly blasts him in the face with an open hand slap, stunning the General Manager for a few moments before storming in on the owner who sidesteps.

Duff Travers: See!! Some gentlemen like manners from our boss, something I cannot expect from Canis!!!

Tex Martin: I think that Canis thought it was rather insulting!!

Goth pounds away on the face of Canis fter he jumped sternum first into the turnbuckles. Goth has turned him around and pounds away with closed fists from left to right as the referee is just trying to get Goth to stop pounding away even though in this match it is completely legal. Goth delivers a high knee in the midsection before going for an Irish Whip, Canis gets whipped into the other side of the ring as Goth charges in on him with a running clothesline. But this time it is Canis that gets the upper hand by executing a spear into the midsection of Goth that gets the fans up on their feet as Canis goes for a cover, but only gets a two count. Canis grabs Goth by the head and locks him in a standing side headlock. Putting pressure on the neck and the head of Goth, who tries to fight it as he tries to get Canis his hands off his, but gets elbowed in the back of his head for his efforts by Canis. Canis lets go off the hold, blasts Goth against the spine with a stiff kick before locking him in a Dragon Sleeper type hold and pulls him off the canvas and into the air as the referee is there to see whether Goth wishes to give in to the pressure that is being put on his neck.

Tex Martin: I have never seen Goth submit before, I…

Duff Travers: And you never will either!!!

Goth manages to grab ahold of the head of Canis, before slamming a few fists the side of the head of Canis before managing to drive a knee in the face of the General Manager. Causing him to let go off the hold and Goth to get back to his feet while holding on to his head for a few moments. As both men has gotten back to his feet, we see Goth delivering a high knee in the midsection of Canis. He follows it up by grabbing the head of the General Manager and then driving him down to the canvas with a headlock Bulldog before rolling him over for the three count.

Tex Martin: 1!!! 2!!! No three count!!

Just before the referee could slap his hand on the canvas for the third time, we see suddenly Canis raising his shoulder off the canvas. Causing Goth to put him in a reversed front face lock, driving all of his weight on the neck of Canis as he puts his feet on the ropes, putting even more pressure on the neck of Canis as the General Manager has issues trying to breathe. The referee cannot do a single thing except asking whether Canis wants to give in or passes out at this very particular move. The clock comes into view, showing that we have surpassed the first seven minutes of the match, showing no sign of any of these two men giving in or having any momentum against the other. We suddenly see Canis managing to get to his knees as he pushes his upper body higher in the air while still having Goth resting on his neck. He suddenly wraps his arms around the waist of Goth and then surprisingly getting to his feet and dropping backwards, in the hope of sending Goth down on his back with a modified Perfect Plex. But just as Goth comes down, he lands on his feet and bridges on Canis as he puts his head on the canvas, causing his shoulder to get off the canvas as the referee slapped his hand on the canvas for the count of one.

Tex Martin: Both men wanting to gain that oh so important first fall, that they are wasting a lot of energy in the first ten minutes!! And they still have 110 minutes to go!!!

Both men finally break out of the hold and get to their feet, where Goth clotheslines Canis down to the canvas and starts to put the boots to him. He grabs him by the head and lifts him up to his feet, before whipping him to the ropes and sends him crashing down to the canvas with a standing dropkick that gets the applause of some of the fans who are mostly cheering Canis on. Goth then slides out of the ring and grabs a steel chair, he throws it in the ring before looking underneath the ring once more and finds.

Duff Travers: He found the kitchen sink!!!

Goth slides the kitchen sink in the ring and then crawls back in the ring and sets the kitchen sink up in the middle of the ring. Where he then turns his attention back to Canis, who has slowly gotten to his feet. Goth kicks him in the ribs before pushing him in the corner of the ring and puts the head of Canis in a standing Bulldog Headlock position and points towards the kitchen sink.

Tex Martin: Don’t tell me….

Duff Travers: Oh yes!! He’s going to use the kitchen sink!!! NO!!!

Out of nowhere we can see Canis grab Goth by the midsection on the same moment that Goth goes for the Bulldog Headlock once more, this time on the kitchen sink. But instead of hitting the kitchen sink with the move, he gets whipped in the ropes and then as he comes back off the ropes he gets clotheslined hard on the canvas. Canis looks at the clock and sees that there is fifteen minutes in the match and still we do not have any falls so far, he grabs the kitchen sink and places it on top of the chair after he sat that up in the corner of the ring. He then grabs Goth by the head and lifts him up before locking him in a suplex position. Canis looks backwards before putting the arm of Goth over his neck and then goes for a Snap Suplex. This sends the owner of the company hard on the kitchen sink and through the chair as the chair collapses on the impact of the blow and the heavy kitchen sink that was on top of it and the weight of Goth’s body. Goth is screaming in agonizing pain, in a replay we see how Goth’s back came crashing down on the chair and kitchen sink. We see Canis covering Goth to secure a pinfall, earning a first fall as the clock has reached the seventeen minute mark.

Stormy Canyon: The winner of this fall and leads by one fall to zero!!! Canis!!

Canis slowly crawls to the ropes, pulls himself up as he feels the effects of the moves and blows that Goth gave him earlier on. He watches as the referee checks on Goth for a few moments, but he isn’t wasting any time as he pushes the referee aside and rolls Goth to the outside where he kicks him to the concrete floor. He follows him to the outside and grabs a television cord and wraps it around the throat of Goth, Goth tries to breathe but Canis got the hold locked tied around the throat of Goth as he slowly starts to choke him out with it. Goth tries to reach for something to equalize the punishment that he is receiving from Canis. But his grasp is out of reach of the chair that is in front of him. Canis wraps the cord around the throat of Goth one more time, trying to choke him out even more as he puts his arm around his chin and throat area as Goth suddenly puts his arms around the upper legs of Canis and slowly gets to his feet. Canis holds on to the hold for dear life before being dropped backwards by Goth on the concrete floor. This causes Canis to let go off the hold and gasp for air as he just got 239 pounds come crashing down on his ribs and on the concrete floor. Goth slowly starts to stir, taking the cable from his throat and starts to breathe in some well earned oxygen. We see the clock reach the 20 minute mark as Goth slowly gets to his feet and grabs the chair he intended to grab in the first place. He then grabs the head of Canis as he pulls him up by pulling some of his hair and then slamming the chair into the face of Canis. This causes him to fall backwards as we can see him being almost unconscious. Goth is trying to get some more oxygen into his body as he puts the chair down and grabs Canis before signaling for the crowd to witness brutality as he drives Canis face first into the steel chair and the concrete floor with his infamous….

Duff Travers: Chaos ADDT!!!

Tex Martin: OH MY GOD!!!

Goth turns around the General Manager and we see a gash on the forehead emerging as blood flows from it and the referee goes down as Goth covers him and secures the three count.

Stormy Canyon: The winner of this fall, tying the score 1 each!! Goth!!

The fans give a mixed reaction to the fact that Goth has tied the score and drags Canis to the back. Pulling on his arm as Canis is slowly coming bye as his face is being dragged across the entrance way. Just as Goth is at the start of the entrance way he turns around and lifts Canis up to his feet. He scoops him up for a slam, but Canis manages to escape the grasp of Goth and delivers a reversed neck breaker on the steel structure of the entrance way. We see Canis wipe the blood from his forehead and grabs Goth by the hair as he drags him to the back. There he slams Goth face first into the wall that doesn’t give in. Goth staggers a bit before Canis grabs him by the head once more and slams him to the backstage area where Goth hits his face into the camera that stood in the backstage are. Canis grabs the camera and can be heard screaming towards to Goth before throwing the camera towards the face of Goth who has rolled out of the way in the nick of time. This causes the camera to be destroyed and the connection with the backstage area is lost.

Tex Martin: Get a camera out there quick!!!!

There is nothing to be seen of the owner of the company and the General Manager as a few minutes later a camera gets to the backstage area as the shot changes back towards the announce booth.

Duff Travers: Damn!!! What a match!!!!

Tex Martin: And it’s not over yet!! We still have a bit less then 1,5 hours left of this match!!! Let’s go to the next thing!!

The shot changes to a commercial break