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The show opens when suddenly Goth emerges on the Titan Tron with his woman by his side, he has the microphone in his hands and he grins

Goth: Happy New Year folks!! Live from the city that I live in!!! And to start the year great and seeing I wont be facing the lovely General Manager... I'm going to issue a challenge to anyone in this federation to prove the fact wrong that I'm the greatest wrestler of all time. So anyone in this federation who needs to spend his time and make his or her life a living hell??? Challenge me!!!

Tex: Whoa!!! That's awesome!!!

Goth: So anyone out there who is willing and even caring to live, challenge me... I'll make your life a living HELL!!!

With that Goth leaves the arena as we go backstage

Anthony Phoenix is shown in his wrestling gear warming up for his match with head phones in his ears. He is on his last squat thrust when his personal assistant Giovianni Francosa approaches. Anthony stands up and nods as he takes the head phones out of his ears. The camera catches the conversation.

Anthony Phoenix: So is the plan set in motion?

Giovanni nods and smiles.

Giovanni Francosa: Of course sir everything is set...the Band will soon be back in business...

Anthony smiles back and pats Giovanni on the back.

Anthony Phoenix: Now I know why I pay you the big bucks.

Giovanni walks off while Anthony places his head phones back on returning to the squats he was doing as the scene fades out to the ring.

Travis Kahler vs. Rene Pierre

Stormy: This next contest is an inferno match! The only way to win is to throw your opponent over the ropes and for them to hit the floor. During this match, the ropes will be lit on fire. Introducing first, from Versailles, MO, weighing in at 225 pounds... Travis Kahler!!!!!!!!!

"King of Kings" by Motorhead blasts throughout the arena as Travis walks out onto the stage. He looks out over the crowd and smiles, then walks to the ring slowly while listening to the music and clapping hands. {It's up to you if the crowd cheers or not. When he gets to the ring he pauses and looks both ways. Then he jumps up and lands with both feet on the ring as he grabs the ropes. Out of the corners of the ring white pyro shoots out. Travis climbs into the ring and is handed the microphone. He places it to his mouth and speaks: "If you want some, come get some! Don't like me bit me!" he then turns back to the announcer. "Enough Said!" He waits for his opponent after he hands the microphone back to the announcer.

Tex: This is bound to be a good match.

Duff: Someone will be lit on fire tonight, he could be the one!

Stormy: Introducing his opponent, from Paris, France, weighing in at 225 pounds.... Rene Pierre!!!!!!!!!

The French National anthem hits as The French flag is shown on the Titan Tron with Rene's name written in gold. He comes out to the ring, waving the French flag and waves it proudly in the faces of the fans who start to boo him. He gets halfway the entrance way where he addresses some fans before getting in the ring and puts the flag around the waist of Stormy Canyon as he tries to seduce her. He kisses her on the cheeks before walking to his corner, where he plants the flag on the steel ringpost.

Tex: Both men weigh the same! Could make things harder to throw each other over the top rope!

v Duff: This is basically a 2 man battle royal but with fire surrounding them!

The referee goes to the outside of the ring, lights the fluid surrounding the ring apron and calls for the bell. Both men watch as the flames rise. Travis Kahler spends more time and pays for it as Rene shoves him back into the corner of the ring causing a little bit of skin to burn. Travis feels the pain but avoids it and runs staright at Rene and they lock up in a collar elbow tie up. Travis pushes Rene far back but Rene kicks him where it hurts!

Tex: Remember now, no DQ's!

Duff: WOW, who would have thought a match where the ring is surrounded by fire would be a no DQ match!... Stupid.

Travis holds himself in pain and falls to the floor. Rene starts to stomp on Travis and then picks him up he grabs him and tries to throw him over but Travis reverses the irish whip and throws Rene into the ropes but Rene holds his foot on the middle rope to stop him from getting pushed over. Travis gets up and hits a spear on Rene making him fall into the corner. Travis runs and goes for his finisher the Last Statement stinger splash but Rene moves away from the fire making Travis over shoot it flying over the top rope but somehow he clings onto a ring post.

Tex: Lucky save!

Duff: But where does he go from here!?

Travis climbes to the top rope and heads to jump down back into the ring but Rene jumps up to the top as well! Both men start throwing right hands at each other and making each other fall back. Rene falls back into the ring and Travis goes for a simple elbow drop but Rene moves at the last second. Rene climbes to the top rope and thinks of someway to get his opponent out from there. He takes to long to think of an idea and Travis climbes up to the top rope as well. Travis gets him in a suplex and as he lifts Rene in the air he jumps to the side and leaves Rene drop forward with a front suplex making him land stomach first into the ropes which are on fire. He bounces back off of the ropes landing flat on the ground. The referee rings the ball and calls officials to put the fires out from the ring and on Rene Pierre.

Tex: That was innovative! It was a front suplex but he jumped sideways so that Rene would hit the ropes bouncing off of them.

Duff: That was a flamming good one! See what I did there!? Stormy: And here is your winner... Travis Kahler!!!!!!!!! Travis celebrates his win as he is heading to the back, the shot ends with medics trying to help Rene Pierre after what happened at the end of the match

Winner: Travis Kahler

We turn our attention backstage and we catch a glimpse of Bill Barnhart and Iris his English Bulldog quietly walking along where the dressing rooms are located. Bill is looking at the doors until he finds the one he is looking for. It is the dressing room of Dragomir Ketslav, otherwise known as KGB. Barnhart sees that the dressing room door is cracked open so he pushes the door open far enough to stick his head in. Satisfied that KGB is out of his dressing room at this time, Bill takes the opportunity to have Iris leave a little surprise for him.

BILL BARNHART: Okay Iris, I know you have wanted to go out to go potty for a long time. I am sorry that I kept you locked up in our dressing room all this time. Now I am ready to have you do your thing. Go in there and take care of your business girl!

IRIS: Arf!

We watch as Iris the English Bulldog runs into the dressing room of KGB and she starts sniffing around. Iris is looking for a place to take a dump and she finally jumps up on the bed and squats and does her doggy thing. The smell coming from what Iris just did on the bed is overwhelming as it wafts out of the dressing room and hits Bill's nostrils.

BILL BARNHART: Damn Iris! Did something crawl up your ass and die? Good grief I have to get you to the Veterinarian to find out why you are one rank dog!

IRIS: *whine*

Bill hears someone coming down the hallway but he doesn't hang around to find out who it might be. Barnhart quickly grabs Iris and he holds her firm in his arms as he sprints down the hallway and he is able to disappear around the corner before the person, or persons, coming down the hallway can catch a glimpse of him.

BILL BARNHART: Wow that was close but we got away Iris. Thanks for doing the dirty deed girl. You are one special English Bulldog! Let's get back to our dressing room and act like nothing happened and that we were not a part of it.

Anthony Phoenix is standing in front of the Blue AWA logo with Bruce Dixon ready for an interview just prior to his Last Man Standing Match. Bruce is all smiles as Anthony just glares at him.

Bruce Dixon: I’m standing here with one of the four participants in the Fatal Four Way Last Man Standing Match where the winner will receive a title against whomever is the Universal Champion after tonight and the second place will win the television title which was stripped from KGB who is wrestling for the International Title. Either way, he is none other than...The King of Controversy, Anthony Phoenix.

Anthony just pursed his lips as he rolls his eyes. He pretends to scan a watch on his wrist as he stares at Bruce.

Anthony Phoenix: You do know that I’ve got a match coming up right...

Anthony pauses briefly letting Bruce think he can answer, but is rudely interrupted.

Anthony Phoenix: I didn’t say you could speak.

Anthony reaches out his hand for Bruce to give him the microphone. When Bruce does this Anthony stares at him till he moves out the way leaving Anthony center of the shot.

Anthony Phoenix: NOW...the best thing since wonder bread is finally on the mic. I am the King of Controversy and there isn’t anyone and I do mean anyone quite like me. As for the match that I will be competing in just a few minutes...it’s all but a forgone conclusion that I will walk out a winner whether it be yet another title shot for the Universal title or as the Television title holder. You all ask why well newsflash, in just a brief time here the AWA I’ve taken on hall of famers and barely known superstars and each and every time they’ve stood up and took notice of just who I am. Now right here in New York City...

The crowd sends out a loud pop when they hear New York City, which makes Anthony scowl. He continues the promo with a very serious look on his face.

Anthony Phoenix: That wasn’t for your amusement...Tonight a revolution of change will occur here in the AWA...a revolution that will pale in comparison to what has occurred before here and in the world at large. You see what I did to the guy in my last promo was just the tip of the iceberg of what I’m capable of. Matthew Toddi, Tassius Morbius, Damon Divine...I hope the janitors are ready with their mop and buckets because there will be lots of blood spilled, it just so happens: it will be YOURS!

The scene fades out to the arena as Anthony hands the microphone back to Bruce.

Damon Divine vs. Anthony Phoenix vs. Matthew Toddi vs. Morbius Tassius

The beginning lyrics to Field of Dreams by Bliss n Eso begin to sound out around the arena. Damon Divine comes out from the back wearing his trademark all white gear. He turns around so the crowd can see the words 'simply divine' on the back. He raises both arms above his head and points his thumb down at the words then spins around as a flash of pyros shoot up from behind him. There’s a mixture of boos and cheers from the crowd as he walks down the ramp towards the ring, with four more golden pyros shooting from either side of him. He reaches the ring and jumps onto the apron, holds onto the rope and leaps over performing a forward somersault as he does. He walks to the other side of the ring and takes off his jacket, throwing it out to the floor. Damon walks over to a corner loosening his neck muscles and proceeds to warm up whilst waiting for his opponents as Stormy Canyon gets on the microphone as Damon’s music continues.

Stormy: The following contest is an Elimination Fatal Four-Way Last Man Standing Match!

The crowd cheers forcing Stormy to stop for a moment before she continues.

Stormy: For a wrestler to be eliminated from this match, they have to be down until a referee is able to count to 10. For the wrestler who finishes in 2nd place, they will win the AWA Television Championship. As for the winner of this match, they will receive a shot at the AWA Universal Championship!

The crowd cheers again as 2 referees are shown, both of them at the ringside area, one on either side.

Stormy: Now, introducing first, already in the ring from London, England…weighing in at 215 pounds…Damon Diviiiiine!!!

Damon raises his arms once before he puts them back down as Truth by Seether hits the PA system. Before Toddi walks out you hear the opening lines to the theme.

''If I gave you the truth would it keep you alive.
Though I’m closer to wrong and no further from right.
And now I’m convinced on the inside something's wrong with me.
Convinced on the inside.
There’s something wrong with ME!!''.

As the last word of the opening riff sounds, red and white fireworks come from above as Matthew Toddi walks through them. He walks down to the ring as he gets booed by the audience. Once he gets to the ring he walks up the steel steps and slowly enters the ring. He walks to a turnbuckle and climbs up it. He then holds his hands above his head as the fans boo and try to throw food and drinks at him. He then gets down, looks over at Damon then turns to the stage and waits for the other two combatants that are scheduled to compete in this match. Toddi’s music cuts as Stormy announces him in.

Stormy: Now in the ring, from Detroit, Michigan…weighing in at 225 pounds…representing Axiom…Matthew Toddi!!!

The crowd boos him again and the boos keep coming as the lights go out with just a solid spotlight aimed at the middle of the stage. As the guitar riff of “Change Me” plays, Phoenix walks out with a hood over his head. He stands in the middle of the spot with his head down. When the lead singer starts to sing, Phoenix looks up and rips off his hood. He holds out his arms as he taunts the crowd, getting a mixed reaction, although mostly boos, from the crowd.

Phoenix then starts to walk towards the ring with the spotlight still on him and with a smirk on his face. Phoenix stops right as he gets to the ring. He shakes his head and walks over to the ring steps and walks up the steps slowly and deliberately. Once on the apron, he enters the ring as Stormy’s voice cuts in.

Stormy: And third, entering the ring…currently from Arlington, Virginia…weighing in at 215 pounds…Anthony Phoenix!!!

Once inside the ring, Phoenix walks to the middle, all the while the spotlight is still on him. When he reaches mid-ring he stares at the camera as he holds his arms up forming an 'X'. Phoenix scowls at the camera as his music ends. He goes and takes up a spot in one of the corners not yet chosen as all three competitors start to size one another up. As they do, Stronger by Trust Company comes over the speakers as the words, ”Simply Greatness” comes across the tron. Morbius makes his way onto the stage, heading to the top of the wrestler ramp. He looks out to the crowd and smirks as her turns his head to the ring as Stormy makes her last announcement.

Stormy: And finally, from Des Moines, Iowa…weighing in at 240 pounds…representing Execution…Morbius Tassius!

Morbius begins to walk down the ramp way and the song makes its way to the chorus. The tron is showing clips from old Morbius matches with reels of his finishers. He makes his way to the ring and he knees up on to the apron while patting his chest. He goes between the ropes and does a spin around holding his arms out wide. He climbs the corner turnbuckle that’s not yet occupied and holds his arms out wide with fists tight. He hops back down and waits for the match to start as all four now begin to look at one another.

Duff: And this one should be interesting!

Tex: And I believe you broke your own record for how long you can go silent for! I’m impressed Duff! You didn’t interrupt any of the entrances!

Duff: I interrupted because I had to Tex. We have to call this match to earn our paychecks!

Tex: I’ll give you that one. Now to see which of these 4 athletes makes the first move…

Duff: Actually it shouldn’t be about that Tex. It’s going to be about who makes the BEST move. And right now if I was in there, I’d lay low and let things develop. Then when the opportunity is there…POUNCE!

The bell rings at ringside and it doesn’t take long at all for the 4 wrestlers to split up into pairs of two as Morbius goes after Damon, meanwhile Toddi goes after Phoenix. The cameras catch Toddi attempting a clothesline, only for Phoenix to duck it and then quickly push Toddi into the nearest set of ropes. He delivers a backhand to the gut of Toddi, doubling him over. Phoenix tosses Toddi through the middle and top ropes and out to the outside.

Tex: Here we go already! Toddi and Phoenix taking it to the outside. One referee has his eyes on them while the other is watching Morbius and Damon in the ring.

Duff: Nothing’s illegal in this match Tex. This is Last Man Standing and all four of these guys don’t want to finish 3rd or last in this.

Toddi comes up to his feet pretty quickly on the outside and a little angered plows right into Phoenix, sending him back first into the crowd barricade. The crowd ohs. Meanwhile inside the ring Damon Divine has just made a bit of a mistake and Morbius is beginning to capitalize on it. He begins to take control as each time Damon gets up to run at him, Morbius is there to cut him off and throw him backwards. Damon gets up one last time and goes for a flying spinning heel kick, but Morbius catches the leg of Damon and just yanks his leg back. Damon falls to the mat face first. Morbius looks at Damon before sliding out of the ring and digging under the ring. He pulls out a steel chair as Damon is beginning to get back to his feet inside the ring. Morbius slides in and quickly blindsides Damon, smashing him right over the back of the head with the steel chair. A small trace of blood can be seen on the back of Damon’s head as he falls to the canvas. One of the referees outside of the ring rolls in and begins a ten count while Morbius looks over to Toddi. Toddi starts to roll into the ring, but stops when he sees Morbius still with the chair. Toddi stays outside the ring and goes back to pounding on Phoenix, who has yet to recover from being rammed into the barricade by Toddi to begin with.

Tex: Well the one ref is up to a count of 6 on Divine, and I don’t think Damon’s going to get up from that.

Duff: Probably worse than that Duff, they may have to cart him out of here. That was a VIOLENT chair shot to the back of the head that he took from Morbius! Maybe the Morbius we all used to know IS back…

Tex: That remains to be seen. But meanwhile we have Toddi still going off on Phoenix, not allowing Anthony to get anything going as of yet.

In the ring the referee’s count goes all the way up to 10 and he calls for the bell. Stormy makes the announcement.

Stormy: Damon Divine could not answer a 10 count and is now eliminated…

Morbius nods but doesn’t celebrate as he instead moves over to a corner and places the steel chair in between the second and third ropes.

Tex: He’s got evil intentions. I wonder who he’ll go after first…

Duff: That’s for Morbius to know, and for us to find out!

On the outside Phoenix tries to fight back but Toddi thwarts the attempt by quickly backing up and delivering a thunderous clothesline that actually sends Phoenix up and over the barricade and into the crowd. The referee near them demands that Toddi brings Phoenix back over and get him back into the ring.

Tex: Referee Simon Jones is obviously tired of the B.S. over there and wants Toddi back in the ring, where this match SHOULD be happening.

Duff: Ah, but it IS a Last Man Standing Match, Tex. Anything goes as long as you can keep your opponent down for ten seconds.

Phoenix is down on the crowd’s side of the barricade and the other referee comes over and begins a ten count. He gets up to 3 but Phoenix is already starting to rise. Toddi reaches over and brings Phoenix back over the barricade. As he does so though, Phoenix lunges at him and is able to grab Toddi by the throat.

Tex: This could be the turning point for Phoenix!

Both referees check to see if he’s choking out Toddi. Both see a blatant choke and tell Phoenix to let go. Phoenix does but hops back over the barricade and absolutely drills Toddi with a karate superkick as the crowd actually cheers a bit. Phoenix is seething mad though still as he now turns his attention to Morbius in the ring. Phoenix slides in as one referee goes to count Toddi down. The referee on the outside is up to the count of 3 as Morbius and Phoenix are just tying up in the ring, seeing which of them will gain the advantage in their battle. Meanwhile Toddi is stirring on the outside, now with the referee at a count of 5. Toddi rolls over all the way to the ring apron and begins to pull himself up, stopping the referee’s count at 6. Toddi however doesn’t re-enter the ring, but instead sneaks around it. The referee on the outside sighs at the antics of Toddi as Morbius is finally gaining advantage over Phoenix inside the ring. Morbius lands a flying lariat that connects. This wobbles Phoenix, so Morbius comes back and strikes with a flying knee that puts Phoenix to the canvas. Phoenix however is able to reach forward with his right foot and trip Morbius, sending him staggering over to the ropes. Toddi sees his opportunity and yanks Morbius out of the ring and to the floor as the crowd boos. Phoenix is already recovering in the ring as Toddi grabs Morbius’s arms on the outside of the ring, yanking him over to a set of steel steps. A referee keeps an eye on them as the other is watching Phoenix in the ring, even though Phoenix is now back up to his feet, also with his eyes on Toddi and Morbius. Toddi picks Morbius up and begins to set up for an MKO to the steel steps, but Morbius pulls out of harm’s way and Toddi’s right elbow catches the steel steps. Toddi looks to be in some major pain as the crowd cheers the fact that Toddi got what was coming to him.

Tex: Talk about a backfire!

Duff: Morbius is a veteran. He knew that was coming…

Morbius goes over to Toddi and smirks before scooping Toddi up. Toddi however backslides down Morbius’s back as Phoenix now rolls out of the ring to join the fray. Phoenix kicks Toddi before he also kicks Morbius right in the back. He then drags Morbius over towards the announce table as Tex and Duff back up, already thinking they know what’s coming.

Duff: Better safe than sorry folks!

Phoenix goes to pick Morbius up, but Toddi comes from behind and chop blocks Phoenix at the knee. Phoenix falls to his knees as Toddi gets back up and goes to continue the work Phoenix started. Morbius however is clawing and scratching, until he finally breaks out of the clutches of Toddi. As soon as he does, Phoenix is back up and connects with a spinning heel kick right to the temple of Toddi, who drops to the floor like a sack of potatoes.

Tex: Good lord! Toddi might be out after that!!!

One of the referees begins counting Toddi down. Morbius meanwhile attempts going for the Legacy Effect to Phoenix, but Phoenix catches a hold of Morbius’s knees and plows right into him, knocking him to the floor. Phoenix is quick to act as he brings Morbius up and places him on top of the announce table after getting rid of the AWA covering. Phoenix then climbs a portion of the crowd barricade.

Tex: He might be setting up for the Best Frogsplash Ever!

Duff: He hits the BFE, Morbius could very well be done!

As Phoenix sets sail and lands the BFE square on top of Morbius, the one referee’s count on Toddi is up to 5. Toddi however hears the impact as the crowd in the arena ohs. Toddi struggles to come to his feet as the one referee counts 6…then 7. Meanwhile the second referee is counting the down and out Morbius down as he’s over the remaining shards of what was the announce table. Toddi comes up now at the count of 8 and Phoenix turns his attention to him as Morbius isn’t moving in the pile of debris that Phoenix caused. Phoenix grabs for Toddi, but Toddi reverses and tosses Phoenix right into the side of the ring apron.

One referee still stands over Morbius and the debris, his count up to 5 and still heading upwards towards ten. Meanwhile the other referee keeps his eye on the situation developing close by. The counting on Tassius can still be heard as Toddi plucks Phoenix away from the ring apron and finally decides to roll him back into the ring. The referee on the outside has his count up to 8 and still Morbius hasn’t moved.

Tex: Well Morbius is pretty much gone…

The referee counts 9…then 10. The crowd sends out a mixed reaction as the bell rings for Morbius’s elimination.

Duff: Correction. Morbius IS gone.

Stormy: Ladies and gentlemen, Morbius Tassius has been eliminated. We are now down to our final two.

Tex: Well one of these men will be the new AWA Television Champion while the other will move on to compete for the AWA Universal Championship in the near future.

Duff: That’s a great prize to both of these men. Let’s see who gets it. Both have been very vocal about not wanting to finish 2nd here tonight!

Toddi has maintained his advantage inside the ring as he has Irish whipped Phoenix to the opposite side of the ring. On the rebound Toddi is able to catch Phoenix with a dropkick, sending him straight to the canvas. Phoenix begins to get up right away however so Toddi prepares himself. He waits for Phoenix to get up enough before using a set of the ropes to whirl himself towards Phoenix. He catches Phoenix’s head and spins him out with a hurricanrana. Toddi then backs away from Phoenix as the in-ring referee starts a 10 count.

1…2…3… Phoenix is already beginning to move as Toddi looks a bit frustrated. 4… Phoenix comes up a bit more but Toddi backs up and suddenly delivers a running knee, knocking Phoenix back to the canvas. Toddi isn’t satisfied however as he looks over and sees the steel chair that Morbius left planted in between the second and third ropes earlier after Morbius had used it to eliminate Damon. Toddi grins and goes to grab it. The second referee rolls into the ring, but Toddi reminds the referee that it’s all legal. The referee sighs.

Duff: For once I applaud Toddi. He put the referee in his place!

Tex: But that won’t get him a shot at the AWA Universal Championship. He needs to keep Phoenix down for a 10 count!

Duff: There’s no better way than delivering an MKO and a steel chair shot to Phoenix to finish things off! And Phoenix is vulnerable!

Phoenix is beginning to get back to his feet again. Toddi turns his attention away from the second referee and goes to pancake Phoenix in the back with the chair. However Phoenix is up enough so he’s able to react. He gets out of the way and Toddi is only able to slam the chair against the ropes. Phoenix grabs Toddi from behind and is able to set him up and hit a pump handle slam as the crowd cheers a bit for Anthony.

Tex: Well he’s not vulnerable anymore!

Phoenix wastes no time as he looks over to the steel chair. He snags it before climbing to the top of the nearest turnbuckle. As Toddi begins to get up, breaking the referee’s ten count at 4…Phoenix places the chair behind him and spirals off the top of the turnbuckle with a somersault. The chair smashes against Toddi and holds him down to the mat. Phoenix rolls away and feels for his back a bit but is able to stagger his way to his feet by usage of the ropes. Toddi is coughing a little but is beginning to move and crawl over to the ropes as well. The chair meanwhile is folded up near the center of the ring.

Tex: Whoever can get to that chair first might be able to weaken the other. Both don’t look good at all at this point!

Both are now up towards their feet but it’s Toddi that leans forward and grabs for the head of Phoenix. Phoenix tries to wriggle out but Toddi moves to his right towards the chair and is able to connect with the MKO, Phoenix’s head landing right on top of the steel chair! The crowd shouts out expletives and ohs as the referee begins a ten count. Toddi seethes and crosses his fingers, hoping that Phoenix won’t answer the ten count.

1…2…3…4…5… At the count of 6 Phoenix is beginning to wriggle. Toddi shakes his head and gets red in the face as Phoenix begins to struggle to get to his feet, now at the count of 7 from the referee. Toddi just knows that Phoenix will get to his feet on time so he goes and grabs Phoenix, bringing him up to his feet looking to deliver another MKO to the steel chair. However this time Phoenix is able to stretch out his left arm and hang on to the ring ropes. Phoenix is able to get out of the possible MKO. Toddi turns and Phoenix hits his own version of Toddi’s MKO, planting Toddi down, Toddi’s jaw draping against the bottom rope. The crowd cheers a bit more now for Phoenix since he was fighting to get out of Toddi’s grasp. Phoenix seethes with anger now as he sets up Toddi, leaving his feet on the lower set of ropes. He then drops down, completing the P-DT. Toddi’s head bounces off the canvas and he looks to be out of it so the referee begins his count.

Duff: The P-DT! That might be enough for Phoenix to win this…

Tex: After the punishment both of these men have gone through, it might very well be.

Phoenix falls back after hitting the maneuver as the second referee counts Phoenix down in the ring as well. As the second referee counts 1 though, the first referee is already up to the count of 3 on Toddi. Both referee continue their counts…

Referee Simon Jones: 4!

Referee Chip Long: 2!

Referee Simon Jones: 5!

Referee Chip Long: 3!

Referee Simon Jones: 6!

Referee Chip Long: 4!

Referee Simon Jones: 7!

Referee Chip Long: 5!

Tex: If it ends this way, Phoenix is going to win this match by 2 seconds!

Referee Simon Jones: 8!

Referee Chip Long: 6!

Referee Simon Jones: 9!

Referee Chip Long: 7!

It’s at this point that both men begin to attempt to get to their feet. Phoenix is completely exhausted however and stays down. However Toddi goes to look around for the ropes. However he’s too late as Referee Simon Jones reaches 10 and calls for the bell.

The bell rings and Stormy is quick with the announcement.

Stormy: Matthew Toddi has been eliminated and thus is the NEW AWA Television Champion! But the winner of this Last Man Standing Match…Anthony Phoenix!!!

“Change Me” by Trae Vedder plays as Referee Chip Long does his best to bring Anthony Phoenix to his feet. The crowd cheers, appreciative of the performance of both men. Toddi however scowls as he does his best to roll out of the ring. He does however and is now out at the ringside area. He has the previously vacated AWA Television Championship handed to him. Toddi looks at it briefly but looks moreso at Phoenix with a disgusted look on his face. Toddi then departs with the AWA Television Title as Phoenix does his best to celebrate.

Tex: And it’s Anthony Phoenix that will move on to a match of his choice for the AWA Universal Championship!

Duff: If one thing is certain, I don’t think Phoenix will choose a Last Man Standing Match!

Tex: After what we just witnessed, I’d have to say that you’re right on that one.

Duff: Yup! But as has been said, he’ll face whoever the AWA Universal Champion is, which will be decided later on tonight!

A still for the Hell In A Cell AWA Universal Championship pitting Hank Henry against Fang is shown up on the tron as the scene inside the arena fades…

Winner: Anthony Phoenix

Runner-up: Matthew Toddi

We turn our attention backstage and we catch a glimpse of Bill Barnhart and Iris his English Bulldog quietly walking along where the dressing rooms are located. Bill is looking at the doors until he finds the one he is looking for. It is the dressing room of Dragomir Ketslav, otherwise known as KGB. Barnhart sees that the dressing room door is cracked open so he pushes the door open far enough to stick his head in. Satisfied that KGB is out of his dressing room at this time, Bill takes the opportunity to have Iris leave a little surprise for him.

BILL BARNHART: Okay Iris, I know you have wanted to go out to go potty for a long time. I am sorry that I kept you locked up in our dressing room all this time. Now I am ready to have you do your thing. Go in there and take care of your business girl!

IRIS: Arf!

We watch as Iris the English Bulldog runs into the dressing room of KGB and she starts sniffing around. Iris is looking for a place to take a dump and she finally jumps up on the bed and squats and does her doggy thing. The smell coming from what Iris just did on the bed is overwhelming as it wafts out of the dressing room and hits Bill's nostrils.

BILL BARNHART: Damn Iris! Did something crawl up your ass and die? Good grief I have to get you to the Veterinarian to find out why you are one rank dog!

IRIS: *whine*

Bill hears someone coming down the hallway but he doesn't hang around to find out who it might be. Barnhart quickly grabs Iris and he holds her firm in his arms as he sprints down the hallway and he is able to disappear around the corner before the person, or persons, coming down the hallway can catch a glimpse of him.

BILL BARNHART: Wow that was close but we got away Iris. Thanks for doing the dirty deed girl. You are one special English Bulldog! Let's get back to our dressing room and act like nothing happened and that we were not a part of it.

Bill places Iris back on the hallway floor and the two calmly walk back to their dressing room acting like nothing just happened.

KGB vs. Bill Barnhart©

The camera has a perfect upwards shot of the steel cage above the ring as it slowly begins its descent around the perimeter of the squared cicle.

Tex: We're getting ready for our AWA Interational Championship match, but this one is going to be to the extreme as the title will be decided inside of a twenty foot high steel cage!

Duff: Yeah, which means anything goes! Anything can be done by either one of these guys, and I think we both know neither is above bending the rules. Bulldog will go to any lengths to retain his championship!

Tex: Yes, and just like him, KGB will stoop to some new lows if it means stripping that belt from around the Bulldog's waist and fasten it around his own! KGB has just one blind spot in this match though.

Duff: Blind spot? What're you talking about?

Tex: Cheka. In a steel cage match, she'll be relegated to just being an observer outside of that cage. She won't be able to do anything to help KGB like he's used to.

Duff: Heyyy! That's right!

The cage finishes lowering and settles around the ring. Ring announcer Stormy Canyon stands up from her seat at the time keeper's table.

Stormy: The following contest is a steel cage match, and it is for the AWA International Championship!

The crowd cheers!

Stormy: The match can be won by pinfall, submission, or by escaping the confines of the steel cage! There will be no disqualifications!

Even more cheers!

Stormy: introducing first, the challenger! He is accompanied by Cheka! From Moscow, Russia, weighing 219 pounds...KGB!

KGB appears at the stage entrance with Cheka and slowly walks to the ring. Before entering the cage, he and Cheka turn to face the entrance and stand at attention for the playing of the Russian National Anthem. Once the Anthem is over he hands his ushanka to Cheka and she remains outside as he climbs into the caged ring to await his opponent.

Stormy: His opponent is from Oakland, California, weighing 240 pounds...he is the current reigning AWA International Champion..."Bulldog" Bill Barnhart!

TAKING CARE OF BUSINESS by Bachman Turner Overdrive hits the speaker. 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 for the pinfall, or he is using one of his many submission moves to make them tap out. The spotlights focus on the backstage curtains and we see Bulldog Bill Barnhart step through the curtains leading Iris on her leash. Bill comes out dressed in the black outfit with pink trim with a pink heart swen over his heart. Iris is dressed in her Pink Diamond-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. Bill stops at the landing at the top of the entrance ramp to play the crowd with a huge smile on his face even though he gets mostly boos from the crowd. 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 and climbs the ring stes and enters the ring through the cage door. Bill walks around the ring to acknowledge all the people in the crowd and he maintains his huge smile all the time although the crowd is booing him. KGB suddenly charges right at him before the bell even rings but Bulldog, a crafty veteran of the ring, sees him coming and catches him with a lariat! Referee Chip Long has no choice but to call for the bell and seal the cage door.

International Championship - Bulldog Bill Barnhart © vs. KGB - Steel Cage

Bulldog immediately lays the boots to KGB, not easing up one bit as each kick landed into his body is harder than the last, as KGB tries in vain to shield himself from the blows! The referee grabs Bulldog by the arm but the champion shoves the official away and dives onto KGB, and unleashes a barrage of fists to the skull!

Tex: Bulldog is going to town on KGB!

Duff: The challenger tried a cheap start and now he's paying for it!

Bulldog grabs KGB and heaves him up to his feet and throws him hard into the near corner and drives a boot into his stomach, taking the air right out of him. Grabbing an arm, Bulldog Irish whips his opponent into the far corner and follows him right in with an elbow to the sternum. KGB grabs his chest, trying to gasp for breathe but Bulldog's non-stop assault has left him winded. Bulldog shoves him back in and, with the challenger pinned in, the champion mounts the second turnbuckle and starts to drive fist after fist into KGB's head with the fans chanting along with the count!

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Before Bulldog can dismount from his perch, KGB grabs him around the legs and pulls him off and goes for a reverses atomic drop but Bulldog blocks it and he lunges forward, clotheslining KGB down to the mat! Bulldog covers KGB in a pin atempt and hooks the leg.

1.....

2.....KGB shoots the right shoulder up!

Duff: Ain't no way KGB is going down that damn fast!

Tex: Maybe not but if Bulldog keeps up with this kind of assault KGB won't be the champion for much longer!

Bulldog quickly rises to his feet, dragging KGB up along with him and strikes with an open handed chop across KGB's bare chest, leaving a deep red handprint. Another chop to the chest doubles KGB over with a grimace of pain etched across his handsome face but Bulldog is unrelenting and he grabs him by the back of the head and runs him right into the cage!

Duff: Whoo! I was hoping it wouldn't be too long before we got down to the dirt in this!

KGB staggers around on his feet and Bulldog uickly sets him up and brings him over with a double arm suplex! The champion makes another cover.

1.....

2.....KGB kicks out a second time.

Bulldog glares at the official but quickly diverts his attention back to the challenger who is trying to rise to his feet and regain his composure. But he does himself no good as Bulldog grabs him by the arm and Irish whips him into the ropes and sends KGB flying high through the air with a back body drop and the challenger comes crashing down on his tailbone!

Tex: After that backdrop KGB should see if he can cash in his flying mileage!

KGB's face grimaces as he clutches the small of his back, fighting his way to his feet! But Bulldog is still all over him, knocking him back into the ropes with a solid right to the jaw and following up with a European uppercut. He takes KGB by the arm and sends him into the ropes, but KGB manages a reversal. KGB goes for a dropkick but Bulldog hangs onto the top rope and the challenger crashes! KGB slowly sits up and the Bulldog quickly snatches him up and hits a chokeslam! Bulldog runs a thumb across his throat and points to the cage itself and he walks over to the door and starts to climb through...

Tex: Bulldog may end this! If he escapes the cage...!

Duff: Not this fast, no! We haven't even seen any blood yet!

Buldog starts to step through the ropes and to the door of the cage when KGB lunges and grabs him by the leg, holding on! Bulldog pulls but KGB is tenacious and refuses to release him so the champion has little option but to step back into the ring and llow the door to be closed again. Bulldog goes for a fist but this time, KGB blocks it and answers back with a fist of his own, taking the champion by surprise. KGB then shows some dirty tactics as well when he gouges the champ's eyes, temporarily blinding him. KGB then starts to build some steam and goes for a whip into the corner but Bulldog reverses it. KGB hits the turnbuckles hard and stumbles out as Bulldog rebounds off of the ropes and jumps, bulldogging him face first! Bulldog rolls him onto his back and hooks the leg.

1.....

2.....The referee sees KGB's foot draped over the bottom rope, thus forcing the count to be broken.

Tex: Very crafty move there by the challenger. Although I don't know how smart it is to risk putting your foot on the ropes instead of kicking out. Suppose the ref doesn't see it?

Bulldog fumes at the count having been broken but forgoes the optional yelling at the official to instead grab KGB and once again fire him off into the ropes but KGB holds onto his arm and reverses the attempt, sending Bulldog in instead. Bulldog comes running off and the crafty KGB drops down and sweeps his challenger's legs out from under him and the momentum sends Bulldog tumbling halfway through the ropes and his head smashes into the cage!

Tex: Oh there is no damn way someone can take a fall like that and not come out hurt! The momentum will definitely shift now!

Duff: It was only a matter of time. KGB was just lulling Bulldog into a false sense of security.

Bulldog lays halfway through the ropes, hurt and clutching his head. KGB then lays in the boots to Bulldog's chest, then uses the ropes to kick up and deliver a double foot stomp into the champion's sternum, sending his head right back into the cage for a second straight time.

Duff: Look. Look! We got first blood!

Tex: So we have. KGB has opened the champion up! The challenger grabs the turnbuckle padding from the corner and proceeds to remove it, throwing the padding to the floor. KGB then grabs Bulldog by the arm and sends him hurdling into the corner, Bulldog's back striking hard against the exposed steel! Like a serpent stalking it's prey, KGB runs in and lands a Shinibg Wizard to the side of his head. Bulldog falls back into the corner, dazed, and KGB slaps on a DDT! KGB with the quick cover!

1.....

2.....Bulldog kicks out!

KGB brings him to his feet and lands a haymaker right to the temple, working on the bloody wound already inflicted. Another fist finds it's mark but as KGB swings again, Bulldog suddenly blocks it and punches KGB in the face himself, staggering the challenger! Bulldog headbutts him between the eyes, knocking him back against the ropes and the champion darts forward but KGB swerves the blow and Bulldog runs right into the steel at full steam and falls back to the mat!

Duff: Now the kid has a chance! Get out of there!

KGB walks to the corner of the ring and he starts to climb up to escape. He slowly scales the steel but Bulldog is now back up, wiping the dripping blood from his face. He hurries over and starts to climb the corner, following his challenger. He grabs KGB by the foot and starts to pull but the younger man holds on with a tight grip! Bulldog then reaches up to grab the back of his tights and pulls...and the crowd cheers!

Tex: Full Moon!

Duff: Hey, looks like the kids works out.

Now unless he wants to get "exposed" on international PPV, KGB has little choice but to slowly descend back into the ring's confines.

Tex: Whew! This almost became a whole differet form of pay-per-view!

KGB and Bulldog struggle at the top, until KGB slams his head down into the turnbuckle, and sunset flips over the champion, bringing him off the top in a sunset powerbomb! The champion crashes hard and KGB makes the cover!

1.....

2.....Bulldog kicks out!

Duff: Damn is that bulldog made of steel or what!

KGB forces Bulldog's head thru the top and middle rope and starts choking him against the ropes while gouging his bloodied while the referee warns him to break! KGB stops just long enough to taunt the referee with a shout!

KGB: What will you do? Disqualify me!?

Duff: Man has a point. Why is Long even trying to butt in anyway? Cage matches are cage matches for a dammn reason!

KGB then gets up and darts back into the ropes, rebounding and sprinting across towards the prone form of the champion. KGB leaps and springboards over the top rope and lands across the back of Bulldog's head and neck with a slingshot legdrop! Bulldog slumps back onto the mat while KGB scans the capacity crowd and sneers. He covers Bulldog, hooking the leg!

1.....

2.....

3-No! Bulldog gets the shoulder up!

Duff: Come ON ref! That was three!

KGB then drags Bulldog up and grates his face across the cage bars, causing Bulldog to yell and struggle with his wound bleeding more heavily as a result! KGB then runs off of the far side of the ring and jumps for a dropkick but Bulldog moves at the last split second and KGB lands across the top rope crotch first!

Tex: I don't care how tough KGB is! NO MAN can take a shot there!

Bulldog grabs the top rope and starts shaking it, bouncing an already agonized KGB up and down and shooting him off to the mat! Bulldog Irish whips him into the far corner and runs in, crushing the challenger with a Stinger splash!

Tex: Bulldog is mounting a comeback!

Bulldog then Irish whips KGB into the neutral corner and goes for a second Stinger splash but this time it's the challenger that moves and Bulldog lands stomach first on the corner, knocking the air out of himself! KGB grabs Bulldog by the back of his pants and drags him into a rollup, but places his own feet on the middle rope for added leverage!

1.....

2.....

The referee sees KGB's feet on the ropes and halts the count!

Duff: Oh come on! Biased damn referee! No rules so that should be allowed!

Tex: Cage match or not, Duff. I think clean pins are still required!

KGB is up on his feet and he grabs the referee by the shirt, hissing threats in his face as the terrified official tries to warn him off! A furious KGB shoves Chip Long back and grabs Bulldog in a front facelock and tries to lift him up for a vertical suplex but it's blocked by Bulldog! Another try and again it's blocked! Then Bulldog counters and hauls KGB up into the air and brings the challenger crashing down with his own suplex! Bulldog rolls over and covers KGB!

1.....

2.....KGB rakes the eyes to escape.

Both men rise to their feet and KGB comes up to Bulldog and swings but the fist is blocked and Bulldog lands a kick to the stomach, then follows up with a roundhouse right directly to the jaw! Bulldog sets him for an Irish whip into the ropes but KGB counters and goes for a reversal. Bulldog ducks under the arm and doubles KGB over with a boot to the gut and runs him face-first into the cage! Bulldog then grabs him by the head with both hands and slams his head into the cage over and over and over!

Tex: Looks like the Bulldog is riled! He wants payback for the earlier treatment he got from the chalenger!

Duff: And he did! Look!

Bulldog releases KGB and the younger grappler staggers around and the camera catches a closeup shot of his heavily bleeding face!

Tex: Oh damn does that look bad!

Bulldog then lifts KGB up and deposits him onto the top, facing the crowd, then the champion brings him down onto the back of his own head and neck with the D-Von Neckbreaker! Bulldog makes the cover!

1.....

2.....

3-No! Kick out!

Duff: I knew KGB was still in this one!

Bulldog pulls him up and locks his arms around in a rear waistlock, but KGB fights out of it and spins behind him, locking him in his own waistlock. Both men struggle until an elbow from Bulldog breaks KGB's grip and Bulldog ducks behind and again locks his hands around the waist and he lifts KGB up and over with a German suplex! But instead of bridging, he pulls KGB up with the arms still locked and a second German suplex! Bulldog makes the cover!

1.....

2.....

3-No! KGB's shoulder is up!

Tex: Oh my god this match is incredible! This is definitely pay-per-view worthy!

Bulldog wipes bloody sweat from his brow and questions the referee on the count but the official remains firm that it was just a two count, albeit a close one. Frustrated but undaunting, Bulldog pulls the challenger to his feet again and sends him into the ropes. Bulldog swings for a clothesline attempt but KGB ducks under the blow and runs off the far side of the ropes. He comes back and both men have the same idea as the result is a double clothesline that fells both!

Duff: Is there like something in the contract that states that has to happen at every wrestling show!?

Chip Long checks on both downed en and begins his mandatory count.

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6.....

Bulldog is up first, dragging KGB up along with him! He tucks the challengers head between his knees and lifts him up, dropping him in a piledriver! KGB is down, but Bulldog is hurt as well from the hard action of this match, the blood trickling into his eyes, s tinging badly.

Duff: Well the champion isn't going to win if he doesn't follow up!

Tex: He's hurt Duff! Maybe if you did anything more strenuous other than opening a cold one you might understand!

Duff: Hey those caps on beer can be pretty damn tricky!

Bulldog is on his feet and he makes for the door while KGB is still struggling on the mat. The official outside opens the door and the champion slowly starts to step through the ropes and through the cage door, when suddenly Cheka runs over and grabs the door and slams it shut -- right into Bulldog's head!

Tex: That bitch! I knew she wouldn't be able to stay out of this!

Duff: ooo! I'm telling KGB you just called his woman a bitch!

Bulldog staggers back through the ropes and falls right into KGB's clutches as he locks in the The Bolshevik Dream! Bulldog is hurt but realizes he is in serious trouble and he fights! He struggles but KGB takes a leg out from under him and keeps him centered in the middle of the ring! Bulldog refuses to submit but KGB tightens the hold, squeezing for all he's worth and Chip Long raises the chapions' arm once and it falls. He raises it a second time, and for the second time, it falls. Long raises it for the third time...and it falls! The bell rings!

Stormy: The winner of this match, and NEW AWA International Champion....KGB!!!

Duff: He did it! KGB has brought gold back to the Execution!

Tex: Yeah but don't forget how he did it! Bulldog would have retained if heka hadn't interfered!

Duff: Maybe so but the fact remains, we have a new International Champion!

KGB exits the cage and is presented with the International belt, and Cheka runs up and hugs him! The new champion raises the belt high over his head as the crowd boos and Cheka nods in pride, pointing up at the gold!

Winner: KGB

"The paranoia is in bloom, the PR

The transmissions will resume

They'll try to push drugs

Keep us all dumbed down and hope that

We will never see the truth around

So come on!

Another promise, another scene, another

A package not to keep us trapped in greed

With all the green belts wrapped around our minds

And endless red tape to keep the truth confined

So come on!

They will not force us

They will stop degrading us

They will not control us

We will be victorious"

The pulsating beat of Muse's "Uprising" suddenly begins to play over the public address system of the arena and the crowd is on it's feet as atop the stage appears the tag team of Sinful Obsession aka Gabriel and Despayre, accompanied by the enigmatic Synn. Gabriel raises his hands up to the rafters as Despayre holds his teddy bear Angel up for everyone to see.

Tex: Well, we have some special guests it seems!

Duff: 'Special' is right! Good god, can't we get by one show without that nutjob shoving that damn bear in our faces!?

Tex: Talk louder Duff, I don't think Despayre heard you bad mouth his teddy bear.

Duff: Quiet you!

The group begins their descent down the ramp and towards the squared circle as the multitude of fans reach out to them on all sides. Gabriel slaps a hand or two along the way but his intent is solely on the ring ahead while Despayre holds Angel's paws and uses them to slap the hands reaching out to him, avoiding the touch himself. Synn hops up onto the ring apron and holds the ropes open for both of his men to step through and then sets foot inside himself. Synn then takes both men and escorts them to center ring and then steps back to the ropes and beckons for a kicrophone.

Tex: What's this all about?

Duff: Well if you'd shut up we might find out.

Stormy hands Synn her own microphone and he steps back into the center of the ring, right between Despayre and Gabriel. He waits patiently for the cheers to die down before he removes his metallic red shades and addresses the crowd.

Synn: The truth. What is that? Axiom has always went about preaching that they speak only the Truth, but after listening to them ramble on lo these past many months, I am really beginning to wonder if they have any idea what the meaning of the word actually is. So let me fill you in. The dictionary says the Truth is the true or actual state of a matter. A conformity with fact or reality. A verified or indisputable fact, proposition, principle, or the like. The state or character of being true. Actuality or actual existence. An obvious or accepted fact. Honesty; integrity; truthfulness. Ideal or fundamental reality apart from and transcending perceived experience: the basic truths of life. An agreement with a standard or original. Accuracy, as of position or adjustment.

Duff: Will there be a quiz afterwards? Should I be taking notes?

Tex: Will you be quiet?

Syn: Now, given this definition, and looking back at all of the bullshit that every member of Axiom has spewed from between their lips, I'd say they have that definition all twisted up real tight and buried up their asses!

The crowd cheers and Despayre taps Synn on the arm and leans in to whisper something in his ear.

Synn: The swear jar? Later.

Despayre nods.

Synn: Everything they say is nothing but twists and lies, and usually I could almost respect that attept but lately its been so damn pathetically see through that it turns my stomach. They laid an outlandish claim that they got rid of Chris Shipman, wrestling's finest piece of ass, but that couldn't be more untrue! Wrestling fans by the thousands watched Shipman throw those losers aside because he knew a good piece when he saw it!

Gabriel: Thing.

Synn: What?

Gabriel: He knew a good 'thing' when he saw one.

Synn: Yeahhhhh, that's what I said! And how about this very week, Bulldog records more of those Academy Award winning promos of his, and starts trying to once again twist the so-called Truth around, and save his own ass from his own teammates! He tried to say that 'I' was twisting his words around on him? Well, let's just take a look back and see if that's true.

The Jumbo-Tron comes to life with a replay of a Bulldog Bill Barnhart segment cut just last week...

Two weeks ago on Insomnia....

Bulldog: Welcome to my dressing room, please come in so we can have a little chat. Before I address KGB please allow me to address two morons as in Despayre and Gabriel. Guys! Come on! You won the Tag Team Titles from some slug teams in a tournament and then you defended recently against two slug teams and now you want to issue a challenge to me and Th1rt3en?

The video pauses and Synn turns back to the camera.

Synn: There! Right there! Everything I said was word for word fact, but Bulldog accused me of twisting his words around to try and cause trouble? I think someone is just grasping at straws because he realized he spoke 'the Truth' about how bad his own teammates sucked! Oh, but oh! Then he says slug teams is just an expression. Hm, how many ways exactly can you excuse calling Chaos and Toddi a slug team? It sure as hell isn't a compliment so it MUST have been an insult! How do you explain it, Bulldog? How do you explain yourself? A slug is something slow, slimy and disgusting. That sounds like Chaos and Toddi but I'm not trying to deny that fact! You said it, so you explain yourself! Go ahead, I'll wait.

The crowd is cheering.

Duff: Man has a point. Bulldog did say exactly what Synn is accusing him of.

Synn: But how then does Bulldog decide to save face? Wel first he said he said these things a very long time ago, before he was even a member of Axiom! WRONG! You said them two weeks ago on Insomnia, when you were very much a member of this ill-fated stable. So, sorry Bulldog, try again. Then there's also his little attempt to call my bluff, and he challenged me to an Extreme Hardcore match. Probably because the man has zero wrestling ability, but it's the thought that counts. Well guess what Bulldog? Take a look at my own stats! Take a look at my past! My history! I have NEVER been afraid to don a pair of wrestling trunks! I have NEVER been afraid to set foot inside of a ring to settle my own disputes! I was piledriving and powerbombing and putting people through tables years before I ever started managing and grooming others for this business! So you want to call my bluff and challenge me? FINE! I ACCEPT!

The crowd explodes in cheers!

Tex: WHOA! Synn accepted Bulldog's challenge! Synn versus Bulldog Bill Barnhart!

Duff: Oh hell yes! *I* want to see that one!

Synn: What's that? What was that funny little sound? That there was the sound of little Bulldog leaving a puddle on the floor from being so damn shocked I accepted his challenge! But don't worry there little pup, I'll make sure to bring a rolled up newspaper to whap you on the nose with and we'll get you floor trained good and proper! Just one thing, Hardcore rules or not, it stays one on one, man to man! No interference from Axiom, and none by the Sins! You want me bitch, you got me!

The crowd is cheering wildly as Gabriel reaches over and relieves the microphone from Synn's grasp.

Gabriel: And for the record Fido, this is just something to think about. You don't see us as capable of talking for ourselves, Despy and me? Newsflash! Synn is our manager! Our spokesperson! That is his job Einstein, to handle the small stuff that we shouldn't have to trouble ourselves with! And that is all you are to us, small stuff! You and the rest of Axiom, and that's why tonight, all of that ends! The Seven Deadly Sins have proven from day one when we first faced you losers, that we are dominant! We are superior! And you aren't the stuff we flush down the toilets! It's just a damn shame you're not even teaming ith your partner, Thirteen, tonight Barnhart. I guess even you're smart enough to know a lost cause when you see it.

The cheers continue as Despayre reaches over and takes the microphone from a somewhat surprised Gabriel. Despayre looks at it for a moment before he closes his eyes and starts to sing;

Despayre: Look at me....I'm as helpless as a kitten up a tree....

The fans cheer and laugh as Gabriel points at his partner and friend and nods.

Gabriel: Yeah! Goth can be seen backstage talking on the phone when suddenly he notices the camera. He quickly stops the phone call and turns his attention towards the camera

Goth: Nobody has yet responded, I guess nobody wants to face a motivated and all rounded owner of the AWA. What's it going to be boys? I thought there was enough motivation for all of you to at least try it??? Pussies

With that Goth laughs out loud before walking away from the camera

Chaos & 13 vs. Sinful Obsession

The camera's turn towards the ring as we turn our attention towards the sexy Stormy Canyon.

Stormy: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the AWA Tag Team Championship!! And it will be contested under Tornado Tag rules, the first team to enter the arena are the challengers!! Representing Axiom!!! Chaos and 13!!!

The music from the Axiom hits as the two challengers walk out to the ring, they walk side by side as they ignore the fans. They climb in the ring and await the arrival of the tag team champions.

Stormy: And their opponents, they are the team of Despayre and Gabriel!! The AWA Tag Team Champions!!! Sinful Obsession!!!

he paranoia is in bloom, the PR

The transmissions will resume

They'll try to push drugs

Keep us all dumbed down and hope that

We will never see the truth around

So come on!

Another promise, another scene, another

A package not to keep us trapped in greed

With all the green belts wrapped around our minds

And endless red tape to keep the truth confined

So come on!

They will not force us

They will stop degrading us

They will not control us

We will be victorious"

The pulsating beat of Muse's "Uprising" suddenly begins to play over the public address system of the arena and the crowd is on it's feet as atop the stage appears the tag team of Sinful Obsession aka Gabriel and Despayre, accompanied by the enigmatic Synn. Gabriel raises his hands up to the rafters as Despayre holds his teddy bear Angel up for everyone to see.

The group begins their descent down the ramp and towards the squared circle as the multitude of fans reach out to them on all sides. Gabriel slaps a hand or two along the way but his intent is solely on the ring ahead while Despayre holds Angel's paws and uses them to slap the hands reaching out to him, avoiding the touch himself. Synn hops up onto the ring apron and holds the ropes open for both of his men to step through and then sets foot inside himself. Synn then takes both men and escorts them to center ring where the lights dim down. He then sets foot in front of them and points right at the pair and an explosion of red pyros go off.

Synn then brings Gabriel and Despayre back to their corner to wait for the start of the match.

Tex: This is going to be an interesting match, all foru men in the ring at the same time and... HERE WE GO!!!

Just as Despayre lowers the teddy bear Angel, he gets assaulted from behind by 13 who delivers a big time clothesline from behind. He follows it up with laying some big time boots to the body of Despayre where on the other side of the ring it is Chaos that is currently trading blows with Gabriel before Gabriel ducks a clothesline and executes a dropkick that sends Chaos through the ropes and to the outside. Gabriel follows him to the outside where we see 13 hammering away with several headbutts towards Despayre before sending the co holder of the tag ttiles in the ropes and sending him down with a big time clothesline

Duff: Axiom did a great job hiring this guy. Look at him!! He is awesome!!

13 picks Despayre by the hair and lifts him up to his feet. He sets him up for a Short arm clothesline, but the champion somehow manages to duck the clothesline and executes a quick reverse neckbreaker that sends 13 down hard. 13 sits up slowly, trying to shake off the cobwebs as Despayre slides out of the ring as Gabriel has gotten in the ring and told him to get to Chaos. Gabriel then grabs 13 by the arm and lifts him up to execute a snap suplex as he hits the move on 13. On the outside we see Despayre grabbing Chaos by the head and lifts him up to his feet. He goes for a suplex, but the former Universal Champion pushes Despayre into the ring apron, crashing Despayre's back into the apron hard. He then delivers several knive edge chops before grabbing the tag champion and planting him hard on the concrete padded floor.

Tex: Some good offence from the monster!!!

Chaos slides in the ring and grabs the arm of Gabriel, who is busy working on 13 as the Monster delivers a big time Spine buster out of nowhere. Chaos erupts as he tells 13 to get out of the ring as he is going to finish the job for the team. 13 looks at him in surprise, but slides out of the ring as he is going to work a number on Despayre. On the inside of the ring we see Chaos focussing on Gabriel as he measures him up for the Annihilater as Gabriel turns around and walks into the waiting arms of Chaos who sets him up for the move. Just as Chaos is about to hit the move it is Gabriel that delivers an elbow to the temple of Chaos his face before the monster drops him to his feet again. Gabriel then executes his patented Believe This! Finisher as he goes for the cover.

Duff: Kick out!!!

The referee slaps his hand on the canvas for the count of three before calling for the bell. On the outside we see 13 having Despayre in a bearhug before dropping him as he cannot believe what has happened when he hears the music from the champions start playing

Stormy: The winners of this match!! And STILL AWA TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!! SINFUL OBSESSION!!!

Winners: Sinful Obsession

13 extends a hand down to Chaos to help him to his feet, he pulls him to a standing position then lays him out with a short arm clothesline. With Chaos on the mat 13 begins kicking at him, while the camera pans to the top of the ramp.

Tex: It's Matthew Toddi, and he doesn't look happy

Toddi slides in under the bottom rope and delivers a double axe handle shot to the massive back of 13. He turns, unfazed, and grabs Toddi by the throat and delivers a choke slam while Despayre and Gabriel look on poking each other and laughing. Out from the back comes Bill Barnhart but he doesn't jump right into the action. 13 grabs a mic

13: Bill? Bill, if you we're smart you'd stay out of this and go about your business! I don't have any beef with you, my problems are lying flat on their backs right here in the ring at present time. Chaos? You are a joke as of late, what happen you get neutered somewhere along the line? Leader? You ain't a leader, you're a vulture on a tree limb waiting for something to be damn near dead before you come and attack it. You used to be a man, now I'm not so sure. And Toddi...you want to try and step in and fill his shoes? See that wouldn't be a problem either but you couldn't lead a duck across a pond. All this talk of Axiom is stale and we need to do this and we need to do that, what we need to do is shut you up in a basement someplace and toss the damn key. Axiom...Truth! The truth is, this is the lamest stable I've ever had the mis-pleasure of being in. Two Chiefs, Two Indians...let me tell you both something right now, if that's how this stable is going to be run...then I'M OUT!

13 spits on the mat in the general direction of Toddi and Chaos, then throws down the mic and eyeballs Bulldog as he passes him on his way back up the ramp. As Chaos and Toddi come around in the ring all three Axiom members look at each other in both anger and confusement

Hank Henry III vs. Fang

Tex: Are you ready?!

Duff: Sure as hell am! STEEL, BODIES, UNIMAGINABLE CARNAGE!!

Tex: The AWA has seen it's fair share of Hell in a Cell matches over it's three years... all of which have ended up with blood transfusions, i'm sure of it..

Duff: For all involved too! That's the beauty of it!

Tex: Well, we watch now as the hellish structure is lowered... a lethal cocoon of unforgiving steel mesh...

Duff: We know Hank's crazy, but is he THIS crazy?!

Tex: We're about to find out, Duff! Lets get it on!!!

As the sixteen feet high Hell in a Cell settles onto the mats around the squared circle, all inside Madison Square Garden rise to their feet, dropping their hot dogs, Pepsi's and beers as the arena goes suddenly dark, stoking the atmosphere that little bit more. They know who's coming and simultaneously burst into a chorus of boo's and unfriendly chants, a thick fog smothering the entrance way, illuminated by a deep red glow. 'Seven Days of the Wolves' by Nightwish begins to slowly drown out the hostile crowd despite their best efforts to shout louder than the PA. On the titantron a big quill pen and a piece of black paper appear. The Pen looks as if it's writing something and then the paper turns and in large cursive red letters is the name Fang. Then under that the phrase "Sign your name on the line and your soul is mine" Fang walks out through the fog wearing a black suit and tie and a rolled up piece of black paper in his hand. After signalling to the crowd that he wants his title back, he makes his way to the ring showing no sign of any nerves what so ever

Tex: You might have been forgiven for thinking that Mr. Porter would wear something a little more comfortable considering the circumstances...

Duff: Confidence starts with what you wear, Tex... that's why Hank's gonna be wearing those arm and knee pads as always.. he knows he's gonna get hurt! Ha!

Stormy Canyon: Madison Square Garden, this is your main event! It is the Hell in a Cell match for the Universal Championship!! Making his way to the cell... weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds... he is your challenger hailing from Long Pond, Pennsylvania... Jonathan.. "Fang".. Pooorrttteeerrr!!

By this time, Fang has made his way to the time keepers table and begun to lay his perfectly pressed suit neatly over Stormy Canyon's chair, leaving him dressed for combat in his black dress shirt, black dress trousers and gleaming shoes.

Tex: Never has "Man In Black" been so apt...

Porter gets into an arguement with a group of fans in the front row who are goading him for a pre-match scrap of their own. Fang simply unrolls the piece of paper in his hand and shouts back at them....

Fang: You want something...?! IT'S GONNA COST YA!!

Fang laughs to himself out loud before placing the paper on the time keepers table. Rolling up his shirt sleeves, he finally makes his way through the cell door and patrols around the outside of the ring, waiting for his opponent... the glare in his eyes tell us he's ready as his music fades

Duff: Fang said during the week that Hank's head will be the first he puts on a spike... Can you imagine that?!

Tex: Strangely enough, i can imagine Chaplin Graves doing a merry dance around it, for some reason... it's what those two do to me.

Before Porter can make a full tour of the ring, 'Rolling' by Soul Coughing kicks into the arena speakers and the crowd reduce their boo's and predominantly cheer the Universal Champions imminent arrival. Wasting no time, Hank Henry III steps through the curtain and onto the stage, not holding it for his crippled manager, who has to pull the curtain from his face before limping out after Hank

Stormy Canyon: And now introducing the AWA Universal Champion!! Weighing in at two hundred and forty-eight pounds... from Ellis, New York..... HANK... HENRY THE THIRD!!!

They both walk down the ramp side by side, in private conversation and pretty much ignoring the fans and even the Cell itself. He's already primed for action in his trademark black 'III' wrestling pants and pads as he heads for the door. He is not wearing a cowboy hat. Graves plays the crowd as the music fades and Hank steps into the cage, the referee padlocking it behind him. Fang, now in the ring itself, stares Henry down, who in return spits on the mat and dives in under the ropes, with the two of them going at each other with fists flying

Tex: And the bell rings! We could have a new Universal Champion by the end of the night!

The atmosphere inside Madison Square Garden is at fever pitch as a flurry of rights and lefts connect with each others heads, none really knocking the other back. Fang eventually gets the upper hand with a couple of quick jabs that catch Hank off guard slightly and sends him tumbling back a little. Seeing the chance for an early advantage, Fang bounces off the ropes and attempts a flying knee lift which Henry ducks. On the rebound, Fang tries it again, but as Hank ducks a second time he catches the Man in Black in the family jewels with a strong uppercut. The fans sound their appreciation

Tex: Who'd have thought a low blow would be greeted with such acclaim!

Duff: Because these fans are a bunch of moron... a rule for one, a rule for another.

ke Hank lays some tough boots into Porter's back, causing the longest reigning International title holder in AWA history to arch in pain, a brief grimmace across his face with each punt. Fang retreats to the corner but Hank follows him, stomping his opponent as he tries to regain his stance. Henry begins to undo the top turnbuckle padding, much to the delight of the crowd. He gets it off, but Fang delivers his only low blow before Henry can do anything with the exposed turnbuckle. He staggers around for a moment, allowing the challenger to gain some composure and go on the attack himself with some firm uppercuts

Tex: I gotta feeling this one's gonna get ugly faster than usual!

Duff: Exactly how it should be, Tex!

Fang grabs Hank Henry by the hair and walks him over to the exposed turnbuckle ready to drive his head into it, but Henry gets a foot on the ropes to block, throwing a couple of punches into Porter's rib cage. This doesn't do enough though, as Fang quickly drives his titanium knee up into Henry's gut, before grabbing his hair once more and slamming the champions forehead smack into the steel... and again! Henry staggers backwards before being taken down by a vicious clothesline, much to the capacity crowds disapproval. Fang climbs up to the second rope and delivers a knee drop smack bang in to the middle of Hank's chest, causing him to weeze a little. Grinning now, Porter taunts the crowd, pointing at Hank and chuckling, then points at the piece of paper in the corner. He picks Henry up by the hair and chops him across the chest three times before whipping into the corner, the uncovered metal cracking into the top of the champions spine and causing him great pain. As he stumbles out of the corner, Fang delivers a textbook DDT to the mat and goes for an early, if not optimistic pin fall...

ONE....

T......

Tex: Not a chance...

Porter growls at Chip Long, who signals he made the right call. Not happy, Fang takes it out on Hank and drops a leg cross his chest before trying another fall...

ON...

Duff: Come on Chip, you jackass... count faster damn it!

Tex: Oh will you cut it out, Duff... no way is Hank Henry going to lose the belt that easily.. give me a break.

Still pissed, Fang slides out of the ring and pulls out a steel chair to boo's from the crowd around him. He throws it into the ring and rolls back under the bottom rope. He pulls Henry up by the hair once more and takes him to the corner before locking in a headlock and signalling that this one's finished. He takes aim and charges towards the chair in the middle of the ring, looking for a bulldog.. but Henry pulls out just in time and ends up dumping the Wolf God ass first onto the chair, rippling his vertebrae as if they were a stack of dominos. The crowd love it and urge Hank to continue, though the champion pays no attention to their support. He waits for Fang to get up and arms himself with the chair waiting for Fang to turn around. As he does, Henry charges towards Porter and catches him in the head with the chair, the momentum sending them both flying over the top rope and down to the mat with a huge thud

Tex: Suicidal move by Hank Henry! Both men down on the outside!

As both combatants tend to their wounds, Chaplin Graves is trying to get Henry's attention

Duff: What the hell is that cripple up to?

Tex: I think you'll find he's disabled.. or physically challenge..

Duff: Stick your politically correct crap.. he's a cripple and let him be happy with it.

Hank looks confused at Chaplin, who's still trying to relay some sort of message by pointing at his pants. Just like that, Henry gets it and reaches down into his pants, pulling out the famous fork

Duff: Can Hank pull things out of his pants on live television?! There are children watching..!

Tex: Hank's got his fork! I wondered how long it would take... this is gonna get fork-tastic!

Hank takes a few steps away from Fang, who is struggling to get to his feet after the chair shot, and take aim. As Hank charges Jonathan Porter with the fork raised high, the challenger catches on and manages to duck at the last minute, shoving the fork assassin into the steel ring post face first, causing the fork to drop to the floor with Hank Henry not too far behind. Fang eyeballs the fork before picking it up and raising it high in the air for all to see, particularly Chaplin Graves at ringside. He grabs it with both hands and bends it in half, then bends it back again.. snapping it in two, much to his delight. The crowd boo as Fang discards of the broken piece of dinner table awesomeness under the ring, never to be seen again

Duff: Ha ha ha! FORK OFF!

The crowd continue to harass Fang, falling on deaf ears as the Man in Black reaches for the chair that threatened to split him open and slams it down across Hank's back repeatably in a frenzy. After a multitude of shots, he drops the chair and roars to the rafters as if he were a man possessed. Chaplin has started to hobble his way back up the ramp, signalling as if he'd had enough of Hank's display so far

Tex: Where the hell is he going?

Duff: He's saving himself the embarassment!

Fang drags the limp body of his opponent to his feet and whips him into the steel mesh. Hank collapses on impact. Porter chuckles to himself as he seperates the top half of the steel steps from the bottom and raises it above his head, slamming it into Hank's gut with venom. The crowd's relative silence is deafening as Porter goes for another pin...

ONE...

TWO....

TH......

Tex: That was close!

Duff: Fang has one hand on the Universal Title once again!

Hank looks pretty out of it as Fang hunts under the ring for more weapons of mass destruction. He slides out a wooden table and sets it up between the cage and the ring apron, bringing the crowd's noise levels back up as they sense imminent carnage.

Tex: This doesn't look good for the Champ...

Chip Long look on anxiously as Hank is dragged to his feet again and draped over Fang's shoulder. The Wolf God steps up onto the bottom section of steps and pulls himself and Hank on to the apron using the steel post. He looks ready to drive Hank through the table with a powerslam... but Henry, ever the cheat, manages to dig his fingers into the eyes of Porter

Duff: Hank's desperate!

Porter punches Hank a couple of times to get him to release the grip on his eyes, but Henry has another trick up his sleeve as he wraps his legs around the top rope without Fang realising. As Jonathan goes for the power slam, Hank tightens his grip on the top rope and shoves Fang off the apron at the same time, sending him crashing through the table and onto the mat

Tex: There ya go! Right there! Table is turning!

Duff: That's the worst pun i've ever heard, Tex... you should be ashamed.

As Fang lays pretty much motionless in the debris below, Hank follows up his reversal with a driving elbow from the apron straight into the heart. Catching his breath now, the champion looks to build some momentum as well as wearing his challenger down... he scans under the apron for a moment, reaches under the ring and pulls out a baseball bat, it's appearance drawing a massive pop from the baying crowd. Hank makes his way back over to Porter who has got back up to one knee, but is dropped straight back down by a vicious swing of the bat from Hank, snapping it across Fang's back. As soon as the Wolf God hits the floor, Hank has covered him...

Tex: Could that be it?!

ONE...

TWO...

TH...

Duff: No chance... Fang using the two count to catch some breath..

With gritted teeth, Porter got the shoulder up in the nick of time. Frustrated, Hank again looks under the apron and pulls out a fire extinguisher to another roar from the crowd. He pulls the pin and unleashes the contents straight into Fang's face, causing him temporary blindness and a very, very white face. Hank then raises the red canister above his head and drills it into Fang's skull, seemingly knocking him out. The cover...

ONE...

TWO...

THR...

Tex: Close fall again!

Duff: The cham just can't put Jonathan Porter away! Is this a sign that he shouldn't be champion?! I think so!

After letting out a large sigh, Hank returns once more time to look underneath the ring and returns with a four foot by four feet piece of glass

Tex: Oh how convenient.. a piece of sheet glass just happened to be under the ring! The people that run this place sure know how to stir it, don't they?

Hank goes to the opposite corner of the cell and leans the sheet of glass up against it, running through what he intends to do with hand gestures, as if h were explaining it to someone

Duff: I think Hank's been rattled, Tex! He looks delirious to say the least!

He returns to Fang's stricken carcas and drags him to his feet before draping his smaller opponent over his shoulder as if he was going to javelin him head first through the glass. Fang looks groggy but concious, suddenly becoming aware of the peril he's in. As Henry begins to charge as fast as he can towards the sheet of glass, Porter manages to slide off the back and force Hank face first into the steel mesh. As Henry turns around groggily, Fang scoops him up and powerslams him right the pane of glass before collapsing again himself. The champion lay motionless amongst the shards of glass that have cut him up badly

Duff: Sweet jesus!

Tex:Wait a minute! Look up there!

The crowd go crazy as, almost taking the tron with him, Chaplin Graves zips out through the entrance on a fork-lift truck! Barely being able to control it onto the stage and nearly tipping himself off the ramp in the process, he manages to stop in the middle of the walkway and hop out of the cab with a tin of spray paint. Hobbling down towards the cell, he makes his way to one of the blue mats on the floor and in white paint sprays a disabled bay logo on it, much to the amusement of everybody

Duff: That guys a nutcase!

Tex: I hope he's got a permit!

As the crowd don't know whether to laugh or cheer, Graves returns to the drivers seat and raises the forks to be in line with the top of the cab. He jolts over toward the cell and straight into it, forcing the cell to shift a couple of foot and nearly cause Tex and Duff to shit themselves as they jump up from their seats behind the announce desk in fear for their lives

Duff: GET THAT CRAZY BASTARD OUT OF HERE!

Tex: I've gotta agree with you, Duff... this is not safe!

With concentration etched on his aging face and the forks hooked into the side of the cell, he raises it off the ground on his side by a few feet, again causing Tex and Duff to shout over at him to stop, the crowd behind them shifting back fairly sharpish as the cell tilts over a little

Duff: WHAT IN GOD'S NAME IS HE DOING?!

Realising he's pushed the lever the wrong way, he jolts it back down and the cell crashes back to the floor, almost causing it to collapse in on itself. Chip Long is shouting at Graves to stop whatever it is he's trying to do, but he's eventually forced to jump for his life also as the forks lower and bring the entire front of the cell crashing down onto both Fang and Hank and narrowly missing Long, who's cowering in the corner of the ring. Absolute carnage has ensued as Graves nods to himself, satisfied with what he's done and steps out of the cab once more, this time reaching back into the fork-lift to produce... a pitch fork!

Tex: Holy shit.. too many forks!

Duff: SUPER FORK! Get out of their Fang!

He limps over to Hank like the cripple he is and just about manages to bring him round by slapping him a few times, putting the pitch fork into his hand and making his way round towards the time keeper out of the way. At last.

Duff: Yeah, stay over there you freak!

As the crowd's noise levels reach max, Hank realises that he's got the pitch fork in his hands and looks over towards Fang, who's slowly pulling himself out from underneath the cell toward the ramp. Chip long has decided it's safe to resume his duties and is outside with them as Hank pulls a large chunk of glass from his side, his face contorting in agony as it drops to the concrete. He holds the pitch fork over his shoulder and with all his remaining energy charges at Fang hoping to score the knockout blow. But... in the very nick of time... Porter manages to adjust his body and drop to the floor, hitting a drop toe hold and sending Hank careering into the forklift truck with no hands to stop himself. He headbutts the cab on impact and staggers around in a daze, clutching his head as blood oozes out from in between his fingers. Fang senses victory and picks up the pitch fork.... as Chaplin Graves grimaces, Porter swings the fork at Hank and catches him in the side of the head, instantly knocking him to the ground in a heap. The crowd boo hysterically, sensing that this one's over

Tex: Graves, what have you done?!

He didn't hear Tex, because he's already clambered over the safety rail and into the crowd, making his way towards the back looking sheepish. Fang meanwhile has collapsed onto Hank's lifeless body and called for Chip to make the count...

ONE... TWO.... Tex: NO! Don't let it happen like this!

THREE!!!!!! Duff: Fang's done it again! NEW CHAMPION!!

As Chip calls for the bell, the crowd hurl torrents of abuse at the new Universal Champion, who although looking completely spent, manages to raise a wry smile as his hand is raised as the winner of the match. Stormy Canyon brings the title belt to Fang, who snatches it away from her with a growl before raising it high above his head and collapsing to his knee's, his face etched in pain, relief and achievement. Hank looks completely out of it as EMT's swarm him, the blow to the head an immensely powerful one right to the temple. Chaplin Graves is nowhere to be seen.

Stormy Canyon: Here is your winner.. and NEW AWA Universal Champion.... JONATHAN... FANG.... PORTTEERRRR!!!!

Tex: Damn it!!

Duff: And a worthy winner as well! Chaplin Graves just shot Hank in the foot and cost him the championship!

Tex: The inquest will be out in the Hank Henry camp i'm sure... that's all we've got time for tonight.. thanks for watching and we'll see you as Insomnia!!!

The camera fades on Fang with the title raised high above his head, a chorus of boo's ringing around Madison Square Garden as the AWA digests it's new champion

Winner: Fang

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