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Eradication In England '06
Topic Started: Apr 30 2006, 01:49 PM (688 Views)
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Steve: Welcome one and all to the Madejski Stadium in Reading, England as the Action Wrestling League proudly presents "Eradication in England"! Im Steven Travis and besides me is none other than the sultry Nikki Cooley!

Nikki: Thanks Steven, We have a freat Pay-Per-View event for you this evening as we have seven great matches for you!

Steve: I can't wait! We have a great line up for you folks including the one you have been waiting for, our resident clown and AWL Heavyweight Champion, Slambo is finally gonna have a chance to make right as he goes up against our Friday Night Fury's GM, John Jensen!

Nikki: And that’s only half the match, Slambo's girlfriend and Valet, Clara is going to be at the top of a steel cage as the two men have to scale steel fencing to get her in the first ever "Birdcage" match!

Steve: That’s not all either folks! We have our Diamond Champion Solomon Black putting his title on the line tonight against the "Mile High Madman", Drake love in the final of the "Best of 5" series!

Nikki: This series has been explosive since it started back a month ago! I can't wait to see it!

Steve: Also for you folks we have the Hardcore Championship on the line tonight as the AWL Hardcore Champion, Brad Guinup goes to defend his title against the "Executioner" Peter Gilmour!

Nikki: I will tell you this Steven, these two have been at each other throats as of lately and there will be bad blood between them in this "Sadistic Madness" Match!

Steve: I agree... We also have for you a special 2 on 1 handicap match as The Model Youth make there debuts against the self proclaimed "Hardcore Legend" Fox Strife!

Nikki: Now this should be the main event! The Model Youth have been running around doing nothing to prove themselves and now they will have to pay the piper as they get to face my man Fox!

Steve: Well we also have a "First Finisher" match that involves three new wrestlers that already have met before in a triple threat match and now are gonna settle there differences here in the ring, they are Greg Cherry, Eric "E-Bomb" Smiles and Keith Williams!

Nikki: this match is going to be intense! I hadn’t seen such hostility towards the three of them and in no doubt are gonna shine out there tonight!

Steve: Also on the line up tonight, we have Travis Bane, who as of lately, been losing to our very own Union of Jobbers, has been ordered by the man himself, the CEO of AWL, Jack Sparrows, to a handicap match where Bane will have rise to the top as he faces the entire roster of jobbers!

Nikki: He is in the suck now! Bane has no chance in winning unless Williams gives him like a miracle from God!

Steve: And finally we have for you a special treat as the rest of the AWL talent will be put to the test as they will face each other in a "Final Countdown Gauntlet" Match!

Nikki: This will be insane! Some much is at stake here as these men fight for the right to be named winner!

Steve: In any case this night will promise you an explosion of talent and talk... Welcome to the Action Wrestling League!!!
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Following the introduction video sequence, the cameras cut inside of the Madjeski Stadium complex in Reading for Eradication in England and begin panning around the fans, revealing clever signs and obsessed look-a-likes. However, rather than have the Pay-Per-View theme play in the background and a mass of fireworks explode to hype those in attendance, the PA system suddenly roars into life with the unfamiliar theme of "Phoenix" by Stratovarius. Unfamiliar to the typical Action Wrestling League fan, that is, as the stadium lights turn to a deep shade of purple and the Reading crowd start screaming their heads off, knowing exactly what is going on. As the stadium lights begin flashing in a combination of purple and black, the cameras cut to the ringside announce desk, where our commentary team are sat.

Steven: "I.. uhm, welcome to Eradication in England, live on Pay-Per-View in conjunction with the Action Wrestling League. I'm Steven Travis alongside Nikki Cooley, and Nikki, I have no idea what is going on here.."

Nikki: "Don't ask me, Steve. You're the one with the notes.."

Steven: "The fans here in Reading, England are going absolutely bananas and I just don't get it. Unless this has something to do with the new signing, Ash Koopa?"

Nikki: "Quite possibly. He is from Reading and it would make a whole lot of sense. Horrible choice of music though, I have to say.."


The camera cuts back to the entrance as a fountain of purple sparks rises up from the staging and explodes into a large, purple fireball. As suddenly as it all started, the lights change to a strong red and the PA begins blaring out the classic "Eye Of The Tiger" by Survivor, prompting a change in mood from the fans and slightly more cheers in favour of the arriving personality. Just before the song can reach the catchy chorus, an individual with short, bleached-blonde hair and dressed in acid-washed jeans and a red t-shirt saunters out from behind the curtain, playing the air guitar as he makes his way across the stage toward the top of the ramp, drawing even more cheers from the rabid crowd in Reading.

Kevin: "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Reading's own ASH KOOPA!!"

Hearing his own name ring across the PA system, Ash cups his right hand to his ear, then bends himself into the Hogan-esque discus pose as a series of bright red fireworks explode behind him and quickly circle around the stadium for an impressive sight.

Nikki: "That's one heck of a fireworks display, wouldn't you say, Steve?"

Steven: "No kidding. I wouldn't be surprised if that was next month's pyro budget shot already. A very impressive visual display by Ash Koopa as he makes his Action Wrestling League debut here in his hometown of Reading, England.."

Nikki: "It's a pity for Ash that we aren't going to be in Reading every week, otherwise he'd be the most popular star in the company.."


As the smoke begins to rise into the night sky, Ash slowly makes his way down the ramp for the ringside area, whilst singing along with his entrance music and rocking out on the air guitar. Upon reaching the ringside area, Ash veers left and jumps up onto the steel ring steps, then looks to climb onto the apron, but stops and looks out at the cheering crowd with an appreciative smile on his face. Ash jumps down from the steps and quickly makes his way around the ringside area, slapping hands with as many fans as possible from the first two rows, before stopping by the announce table to collect a microphone from Kevin Sputnik. Placing the microphone in the pocket of his jeans, Ash continues circling the ring, slapping hands with his hometown fans, then as he comes back around to the ramp, 'The KoopaManiac' turns his attention on to the ring and rolls under the bottom rope, entering the squared circle.

Steven: "Ash grabbed himself a microphone on the way around the ring, so I'm guessing he's got something to say.."

Nikki: "Well, he isn't dressed to wrestle, I don't think at least, so it'd be pretty pointless to do all this fancy stuff and not say a few words to the people he abandoned a while back!"

Steven: "That's a little harsh.."

Nikki: "Yeah, well.. he didn't high-five me.."


Kneeling in the centre of the ring, Ash pulls the microphone out from his pocket and slowly rises to his feet, then holds the amplifying device up to his mouth. Ash looks to speak, but pauses and grins as an "ASH!" chant breaks out across the arena. Not wanting to waste time, Ash raises his hands and motions for quiet, then grins and lifts the microphone to his mouth again.

Ash: "Hey yo."

Instantly, the crowd respond in like and begin cheering as Ash grins and gives a big thumbs up to his fans, before holding the microphone up once again and continuing.

Ash: "Y'know, it's been a whole year since I last stepped foot inside of ring in this town and lemme tell you somethin', 'Maniacs, it's an amazing feeling to be back here. Last time you all saw me wrestle in person, it was down at The Hexagon and I was getting my butt handed to me by Jin Ryusaki inside of a steel cage. Obviously, things have changed since, because that happened under the purple cloud and now I'm back, rocking the red-and-black of KoopaMania. But not only have I changed, a whole lot of things here in Reading seem to have changed.."

Nikki: "He probably means the weather, seeing as how it isn't raining.."

Ash: "When I rolled into Reading last Friday, I went down the Bath Road on my way to the 2TenFM studios - did any of you catch that interview on Music Control? I thought it came off pretty good. Anyway, I was driving down the Bath Road and I see this giant pink bus. A pink bus, 'Maniacs! I don't know what that's all about, brother, but I've already sent an email to Tony Page demanding a red-and-black bus, bearing the KoopaManiac logo on the front, a few of the Killer Tomatoes on either side and a massive butt on the back! Also, if anyone has any suggestions for what the KoopaManiac logo should look like, please send your ideas on a postcard to the Action Wrestling League."

Steven: "Don't forget to pay postage, folks."


With a few of the fans laughing, Ash gives a thumbs up and chuckles to himself, before resuming with the promo.

Ash: "Now, what else has changed? Ah, yes, Reading have gone up! I'll be honest and say that I'm not a football fan - or soccer for those American 'Maniacs watching on Pay-Per-View back in the States - but for Reading to go up to the Premiership for the first time in over a century, it's quite a remarkable achievement. It's no World Heavyweight Championship, but it's certainly en-route. I think, right now, the Royals are kinda sitting around in the Diamond Championship region of football, not that I'm disrespecting Solomon Black, because he's a fine competitor. However, I will disrespect Drake Love. I swear that brother doesn't wash.."

Nikki: "You want to call me harsh, Steve? What about Ash saying Drake smells?"

Steven: "Personal opinion, I guess.."

Ash: "Pink buses; check. Football-slash-soccer; check. Okay, that brings me onto coffee. Not to come off sounding like a stand-up comedian here, even though I don't have a dimly lit room or a brick wall behind me, but what the heck is going on with all the coffee shops in this town? I could understand if they were all Starbucks like over in the States, but they aren't. It's total madness. There must be at least fifteen coffee shops, and still no cola shop. We get milkshake stores and juice stands, but no cola-dispensing outlets. It's not on, brother! I intend that, by the end of next week, I'll have a cola shop in this town, dispensing the finest brand of cola in the whole of Western Reading; POPSI!!"


Again, the crowd begin cheering and even start a small "POPSI!" chant in support of the cola product made famous by Ash during two-thousand-and-one, incase you didn't know.

Ash: "Enough about what's changed, because really, it sounded like I was just complaining about things, when in reality, I couldn't be happier to be back home. And I wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for one man, because after failing to make it big in America, I pretty much went into retirement and became an estate agent - or realtor for the Americaniacs. Which reminds me, if you're ever interested in buying property in the state of Florida, New Jersey or Kentucky, better known as Los Kentuckos, then feel free to contact my company, Koopa Koves. Just tell them who you are, and provided you have a great financial history, you can have a house. Or apartment. Or a lightly-used shack just south of Orlando International airport.."

Steven: "Hm, I could do with a new, lightly-used shack as mine is now heavily-used and dilapidated. And the airport access is a big advantage.."

Nikki: "Don't fall into his trap, Steve. He probably charges high fees."

Ash: "That's my cheap plug out of the way, so back to what I was saying beforehand. I am here because of one man, 'Maniacs, and that man is called Brian!"


The crowd fall silent as Ash looks around with an eager expression on his face, desperately awaiting some kind of ovation for the man called Brian. After a few seconds, a big grin breaks on Ash's face and he begins shaking his head whilst laughing to himself.

Ash: "Just kidding, brother. I'm here all thanks to Jack Sparrows, the Chef Eating Orange of this fine promotion. About a month ago, Jack called me up at my offices in Kissimee, Florida and made an offer for me to wrestle for the Action Wrestling League. Initially, I declined, simply because wrestling hurts; selling houses doesn't. Still, after a stack of pirate-related phrases and offering Polly a cracker, I asked Jack to up the ante and give me a reason why I should join the company. And he gave me quite a few; Chill, Slambo the Clown, Keith Williams and Rob Garcia, to name but a few. I'd list the other guys he mentioned, but if I'm honest, the likes of Brad Guinup and Eric Smiles just don't have the same kind of name value in this town."

Steven: "I believe that Ash is referring to his old wrestling company that was based here in Reading and did indeed help some of the AWL roster on their way to greatness.."

Ash: "Seriously, brother. Keith, Rob, Chill and Slambo started on their road to success right here in Reading and you people know them quite intimately because they were in The Hexagon every Thursday night, wrestling for you all. Now, they're world-famous stars with the Action Wrestling League and for me to be able to say I'm on the same roster as these four, it's just great.."

Nikki: "All of the guys here are great; not just those four he named.."

Ash: "But even with those names on the roster, I was still happier to sit around and make money by selling houses that I didn't own. I tell you, 'Maniacs, that real estate is such an easy career choice if you can convince people that they want to move. And it's fun if you do it whilst dressed in your wrestling gear. Anywho, I declined Jack's offer a second time and asked him to really make it worth my while, hoping he'd double the money he offered me. Instead, Jack laid his cards on the table and told me that the Action Wrestling League was coming here to Reading for a big Pay-Per-View event, which was an opportunity too good to give up, brother. I'd have worked this tour for free just so I could come here for you guys, not that I told Jack that.."


A sly grin breaks on Ash's face and the fans begin laughing, prompting 'The KoopaManiac' to give another big thumbs up to the crowd in the Madjeski Stadium.

Ash: "Still, I'm here now and it's great to catch up with everything I missed over the last year. So, I just want to say thank you to everyone in this town that has supported me over the last thirteen years because it has been an absolute honour and privilege to work for you folks. And now, I'll do a little posing for you 'Maniacs with cameras, and then I'll get out of your hair, so that the rest of the guys in the back can come out and do their thing. Have a good night, 'Maniacs!"

Nikki: "Finally. This is supposed to be about big wrestling matches, yet this goof comes out here and disrupts everything for ten minutes, just so he can say thank you.."

Steven: "I think it's very admirable. Flying over from America for one show, just to say thanks. Good on you, Ash!"

Nikki: "Be quiet, you."


As promised, rather than leave straight away, Ash sets the microphone down in the centre of the ring and begins posing to the different sides of the stadium, allowing the fans to get pictures of their hometown hero. Whilst the crowd carry another "ASH!" chant, 'The KoopaManiac' gives a big thumbs up to the fans, then makes his way over to the ropes and looks to exit the ring, but stops as the lights go out. Audioslave's "The Worm" hits the speakers with bang.

Nikki: "Well, at least he has to shut up for a little while!"

Steven: "What's going to happen next!?"

One lone spotlight drenches the stage in white light as a man appears from behind the curtain. He's wearing loose black leather pants, and a half buttoned silk shirt of many colors. The figure is sporting shoulder length dark hair, and a set of great chops. As the light illuminates the figure's face, we can see that he's wearing sunglasses. The fans come to their feet at the sight of the man displayed in front of them.

Steven: "No way."

Nikki: "Yes way!"

Steven: "Well, I guess it's possible since..."

Nikki: "Oh shut up, Mike Lane is here. Mike Lane is in the AWL!"

Indeed folks, former NAFW Foundation Champion Mike Lane is now standing in front of the Reading faithful, smirking up the aisle to Ash, who is remaining in the ring. Lane surveys the arena, where the crowd is still busting out the debuting guy pop. However, your more astute fans in the audience realize that Lane's probably not here to have tea.

Nikki: "Get this man a microphone!"

Steven: "Do you really want to be here all night?"

A skinny pasty faced kid of about twenty years of age, attempts to subtly walk out from behind the curtain and hand Lane a microphone. However, our new arrival shall have none of this subtle business, and he just snatches the microphone away.

Lane: "I'd introduce myself, but everyone is this arena, and everyone watching at home via a television screen knows who I am. I am a box office juggernaut. I am the best damn technical wrestler in the world. I am the toughest man on six continents. I make Chuck Norris look like William Hung. I am the Pastor of Pain! I am the Minister of Misfortune! The Guru of Grief! The Luminary of Lament! But quite simply... ladies and gentlemen, I am Mike Lane, the baddest man on the planet!"

He holds out his arms in the crucifix pose and raises his head to soak in the cheers which never come. The fans, instead, begin chanting "ASH" again.

Nikki: "They're disrespecting our new arrival."

Steven: "The luminary of lament? Sounds like he just used a thesaurus to come up with as many stupid sounding nicknames as possible."

Lane: "When I decided that I was going to stay in the wrestling business. I looked around at my options. I could have went to the SHOOT Project, but they don't like me for some reason. I could have went to Legacy, but they wouldn't offer me enough to get me to sign my John Henry on the dotted line. I could have went to XHF, but I didn't want to go Xtreme again. I could have even went to Outlaw Pro Wrestling, but then I realized something... I'd much rather go to a place where I can be the man! No one wants Mike Lane on their shows because I overshadow their top stars. The AWL seems to think that their boys can hang, and by hook or by crook, we're going to find out how they respond to a real star in their midst!"

Nikki: "He's a connoisseur of confidence!"

Steven: "More like a cockroach to me. I thought you wanted to see some action?"

Lane: "This morning, I got off my private jet, and decided to take a tour of this place. My limo driver gave a very good account of his trip around this place, so I'm certain that it's worth my time to give a look or two. So when I'm flying home tonight, I'll be sure to look out my window, and look down on this place. Hell, I might even hock a loogie if my pilot will let me open the hatch. Because if you think for one second that I'm down with this place... if you think... that Mike Lane likes being away from the lap of luxury afforded to him in his palatial palace, then you're wrong, dead wrong."

He gestures up the aisle to Ash, who's still in the ring.

Lane: "Look at this guy. He's a townie, and he looks like two apes mated, and then took a huge steaming crap on the baby. And he's one of the better ones around here! So, Ash, you want to stand around in that ring, which is soon to be claimed by the Champ, and spout off one liners like some kind of big shot? Well why don't you give your hometown fans a show tonight! I didn't fly all the way here to stand around and talk. I'm unstoppable. I never relent, and I will go all night if that's what it takes. And that's just after the show, ladies! Just think about the tornado of terror that I bring in the squared circle!"

The fans are all on their feet now, alternating between "ASSHOLE" and "ASH!"

Lane: "So what do you say, pal, do you have what it takes to step into the ring with the Ambassador of Anguish? Can you withstand the Dictator of Despair!? Cause, make no mistake Ash, when it's all said and done, and all the smoke is cleared, you will be lying in the middle of that ring as a broken man courtesy of the Sensei of Submission. You and me, brother. Ash verses the Champ."

Nikki: "I want to see it!"

Steven: "Yeah, so Ash can send Mike Lane packing."

For his part, Ash looks to each side of the audience, surveying their reactions, before turning to Lane and nodding. Lane drops his microphone, and holds one fist in the air, soaking in the boos of the crowd.

Steven: "There you have it, folks. Mike Lane verses Ash Koopa. Tonight!"

Nikki: "What a match!"
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Steven: Exactly, Nikki! Two men who were dominant forces in the North Atlantic Foundation of Wrestling, as well as New World Wrestling will come to a head later in the show!

Nikki: That's right, Steven, as well as the hardcore championship on the line in a Sadistic Madness match! Personally, Steve-O, after everything that Peter has put myself and Fox through since his debut, I hope to hell that Brad Guinup wins that match and shows him hell!

Steven: Well, Brad has literally put his blood, sweat, and tears into keeping that belt, and there's no doubt in my mind that Brad will do whatever it takes to keep that belt around his waist.

Nikki: And speaking of keeping belts around their waist...Who do you think is going to win the main event ironman match between Solomon Black and Drake Love?

Steven: It's really hard to say, Nikki. Solomon won that 6-man gauntlet match at Windy City Whiplash to gain the belt...But on the other hand, Drake Love was ran over by a car, and tried to literally kill Solomon. If you ask me, these two will put each other through hell and back before either man allows the other to pin them. But we'll have to wait and see, as up first we have Travis Bane taking on the whole Action Wrestling League jobber roster in a battle royal!


The tune of "King Nothing" by Metallica plays out over the PA system as the arena is engulfed in the red, white, and blue colors of the UK. We see Travis Bane make his way out onto the stage from the back much to the approval of the crowd.

Steven: Listen to these fans, Nikki! They're actually cheering Travis Bane!

Nikki: It's just like we're in an alternate reality here, Steven. We're in Travis' home country, and he's here to perform for his fellow UKainians!

Steven: UKainians?

Nikki: Yes...it's a very in-style British term that i'm sure you wouldn't get...


Travis stands at the top of the ramp for several seconds before heading down the ramp. On his way to the ring, Travis yells at some of the fans with a smile on his face, eventually ending up at the stairs.

Kevin: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a battle royal. If any of the competitors go over the top rope and both feet hit the ground, they will be eliminated.

Travis climbs up the steps, walks about halfway across the ring apron and taunts the crowd before climbing into the ring through the middle and top topes.

Kevin: Introducing first, from Blackpool, England, weighing in at 232 pounds...TRAVIS BANE!!!

Travis then heads over to one of the turnbuckles, climbs up it, and looks around at the crowd before stepping down and waiting for the bell to ring.

Steven: And let's see who the second guy out is!

The PA kicks into life as Robert Davis stomps out from the backstage area and smacks his fists against his chest. Robert makes his way to the ring, ignoring the fans, then heads up the steps and climbs through the ropes into the ring. Without waiting for an introduction from Kevin, Travis makes a direct b-line for Robert. Travis begins to wail across the back of Robert with vicious forearms before Robert pushes him back. Travis rolls through to his feet and once again charges at Robert.

Nikki: What the hell is Travis doing? Doesn't he know that Robert is almost twice his height and weight?

Steven: Well, Robert is the tallest man in the match, with Two Ton Tommy being the heaviest...I think this is a somewhat smart move by Travis to to try and eliminate the biggest guy first.


Well, it would've been a great plan, had the rest of the AWL jobbers not been sprinting down to the ring. As each of the jobbers slide into the ring, Travis meets them all with forearm shots to the head. After a few more seconds of this, Travis heads over to Two Ton Tommy and tries to lift him over the top rope in the corner. Travis is able to get one of Tommy's legs over the top rope, but Joe Jobber and Jim Brown attack him from behind. Joe grabs around Travis' waste and hits a german suplex. Joe rolls over to his feet and lifts Bane up for another. He rolls to his feet again, but this time Travis blocks third, but doesn't notice that Jim has bounced off the ropes, coming straight at Travis with a hard running clothesline which helps Jobber complete the third German.

Steven: GOOD GAWD! Joe and Jim could've taken off Travis' head with that move!

Nikki: Damnit...And Travis was doing so well until he tried to eliminate The Blob...


Joe then looks over at Brandon and tells him to hit his No Retreat, and Brandon obliges. Just a quickly, we see Tony come off the top rope with his Lvl 100 Pwnage. As soon as Tony moves out of the way, we see Robert land on top of Travis with The Demolition. Joe then slaps Tommy across the chest and tells him to his the Tommy Gunn whilst Robert holds Travis up, and just as the others have done, Tommy follows suit and kicks Travis in the face.

Steven: If Travis is still alive after all of those moves, I would be suprised!

Nikki: You do realize that Travis is injured, don't you?

Steven: How so?

Nikki: He got a hernia from trying to lift The Blob over the top rope...


Joe then picks up Travis and leads him over to the ropes and everyone in the ring tries to lift Travis over, but Travis holds on for dear life. When it looks as though Travis is about to be eliminated, we see Rob Garcia, Chill, and the newly signed Jamie Alejandro slide into the ring.

Steven: Wait a minute! These three aren't scheduled to be in the match!

Nikki: I bet ya almost anything that these guys are Travis' insurance policy...


Chill, Rob, and Jamie all start to beat on the jobbers, Rob and Jamie working on Tommy, whilst Chill tries to take down Robert. Joe thinks nothing of it and continues to try to eliminate Travis by himself. Tony goes to attack Jamie with a hard shot to the head, but Jamie grabs Tony's arm, grabs the other, wraps them into a cobra clutch, then hooks Tony's near leg before falling forward with the Fallout. Jim tries to attack Rob from behind, but Rob kicks him in the gut and hits the G-Ride onto the back of Tony. Both Tony and Jim roll on the ground in pain. suddenly, we see Chill toss Robert head first over the top rope, with Robert's feet hitting the mat.

Kevin: Robert Davis has been eliminated!

Steven: I guess this must be that inurance policy that Travis was talking about...

Nikki: Duh...


Robert is seen getting up to his feet, but isn't up for long as we see Brandon Bellmore come flying out to the floor courtesy of Rob and Jamie.

Kevin: Bradon Bellmore has been eliminated!

Just as quickly as Brandon has been eliminated, we see Tony being back body dropped to the mats below as Chill dropkick Joe into the corner. Joe, on the other hand, trips over Travis' still "down and out" body and falls face first into the turnbuckle.

Kevin: Tony E. Leet has been eliminated!

Steven: These three men are just cleaning house!

Nikki: I think Travis may have alligned himself with the right people, as if they keep this up, Travis just might finally win his first match in AWL history!


And over the top goes Jim Brown.

Kevin: Jim Brown has been eliminated!

The three men see that Tommy and Joe are the only two left that they have to toss, and decide to go after Tommy in a group effort. Jamie and Chill look to Rob and the three lead Tommy over to the ropes and try to dump him. They get one foot over the top rope and look to almost have him, eliminated when we see Joe come out of nowhere and dumps the 4 men over the top to the floor.

Kevin: Two Ton Tommy has been eliminated!

Steven: And now, thanks to Tommy and Travis' "insurance policy" we're down to just Joe and Travis!

Nikki: See! I told you this was a brilliant plan!

Steven: Actually...You said nothing of the sort...

Nikki: Quite you...


Joe jumps up and down, thinking he just won the match, but when he turns around, he walks right into the Complete Travisty. Travis groggily walks over to where Rob, Jamie, and Chill were and tells them he can handle Joe by himself. The three men disagree and start to argue with Travis, but Travis insists that they leave. Eventually, Chill, Jamie, and Rob agree with Travis and start to make their way to the back. Little does Travis know, Joe has slowly gotten back up to his feet, but by the time he realizes it, Joe kicks him in the gut and hits the Stunner, causing Travis to stumble backwards and over the top rope down to the floor.

Kevin: Travis Bane has been eliminated...Therefore the winner of the match...JOE JOBBER!!!

Steven: JOE JOBBER DID IT! JOE JOBBER WON HIS FIRST EVER PAY-PER-VIEW MATCH!

Nikki: NO! I refuse to think that Travis' plan and losing streak will continue! Travis had that match won, but Joe no sold Travis' finisher!

Steven: And apparently, Travis thinks the same way as he's pounding on the mats on the outside. Never the less, Joe has won his first Pay-Per-View match!


Joe continues to celebrate in the ring as we cut to backstage.
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We are in the back where Ashley Marie is sitting with Peter in their locker room. Peter is looking down while holding his Singapore Cane by his side. He looks very uneasy and Ashley puts her arms around him.

Ashley: Baby something wrong? You seem upset. Is there anything I can do to help?

Peter: I'm ok baby. Just trying to focus on tonights match. This may be the last chance I got at Brad's title. But I will tell you this baby. I will damn near kill myself to win that title tonight. I dont care if I bleed buckets of blood. The only way Brad will win is if I die from loss of blood.


Peter looks into the camera with a determined look.

Peter: Brad, listen to me carefully. I respect you alot, but tonight is the last night you will have that title. I will give you the beating of your life. I will not be denied in taking that title which is rightfully MINE back to the states and defend it proudly against all comers. But know this Brad, win or lose, my respect for you will never change. Good luck tonight Brad. You're gonna need it against a sadistic madman like myself.

Ashley: Brad, prepare to meet YOUR JUDGE.. JURY AND NEW HARDCORE CHAMP.. The EXECUTIONER PETER GILMOUR!!


Peter laughs then gets up (as does Ashley) and both do the "X" sign with their weapons. (Peter with his Singapore Cane and Ashley with a Barbed-wire baseball bat) Peter then laughs wickedly as he does the Abyss taunt and then signals that the belt will be his tonight. We then go to the ring.
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Steve: Welcome back folks as we come back to another great match up as we have the debut of the Model Youth going up against the self proclaimed “Hardcore Legend” Fox Strife in a two on one handicap match!!!

Nikki: And we all know who is going to win this one... Hands down Fox is going to give them what they deserve!

Steve: Well in any situation it is going to be a great match! My only question is why is there band equipment sitting next to the stage?

Nikki: That’s simple... Fox took most of his savings and hired a band to play him a great entrance for this Pay-Per-View!

Steve: You have to be shitting me!?!

Nikki: Nope! It’s the truth!

Steve: Who is it?

Nikki: Now that would be telling a secret and like all women, I hold in my secrets well...

Steve: Yeah right... All it takes is one other woman to ask and it is spilt out as the gossip it is... Where is Jill Valentine when I need her...?

Sputnik: This match is a two on one handicap match and is scheduled for one fall, making there way to the ring, weighing in at a combined weight of 459 pounds, They are THE MODEL YOUTH!!!

The thunderous drumbeat of Cake’s “Comfort Eagle” rocks the PA system as AWL’s most hated tag team, the Model Youth, make their way out through the curtain, accompanied by their braggart manager, “The Southern Gentleman” Earnest LeSalle. As the trio makes their way to the ring, LeSalle running his mouth at the cameraman as well as the crowd, as both Leon Hughes and Chase Stephenson motion cockily to the crowd, sparking pyro erupts all around the stage. LeSalle then helps both men into the ring by opening the ropes for them, and stands between the two of them clapping and shaking his cane as the two men ascend two of the turnbuckles and begin playing to the crowd as the beat of “Comfort Eagle” dies down.

Nikki: Look at them, no respect for anyone but themselves and they tell everyone that they are proper role models?

Steve: For once I agree with you Nikki

Nikki: You better! Oh goodie the band is getting ready! I can’t wait!

Steve: Who the hell is the band!?! This is too much suspense for one day!

As the band member get into position, Kevin Sputnik goes on

Sputnik: And there opponent, hailing from Chicopee, Massachusetts, he weighs in at 255 pounds, he is the “Hardcore Legend”, Here is FOX STRIFE!!!

Green and yellow lights begin to strobe as out of nowhere the band starts jamming as we find out that is the famous band, P.O.D.!!!
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It goes one for the money homie, two for the show.
We tore the roof off this mother now it's time to blow.
Like we don't need no water, don't bother, we let it burn.
We keep the fire just a little bit hotter, that way you'll learn.
Respect I earned, started with the clique that i hanged.
Respect I earned, ever since i got in this game.
Respect I earned, never wanting fortune or fame.
I'd rather have these south Diego streets knowin my name.

Chiggy-check, microphone check.
Chiggy-check, microphone check.
It's Lights Out, Game Over.
If you wanna you can check my stats.
It's Lights Out, Game Over.
Make way cause the kings is back.

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Fox exits the backstage curtain as the crowd goes wild as he puts his fists in the air, pyros going off. Both members of The Model Youth and their manager LeSalle begin talking to each other in the corner of the ring, as if they are mocking Fox Strife and his shocking entrance
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We bang boogy through your system, subliminal.
We lyrical murderin like we criminals.
It's life or death, medical decision.
We so dope out the lab that you need a prescription.
The hood is listenin, so for you that i wrote this.
Keep it underground, stickin to the streets like the homeless.
With the dopeness, recognize the real P.O.D.
Cause we triple O, oh triple, triple OG.

Chiggy-check, microphone check.
Chiggy-check, microphone check.
It's Lights Out, Game Over.
If you wanna you can check my stats.
It's Lights Out, Game Over.
Make way cause the kings is back.
Lights Out, Game Over.
If you really think you got it like that.

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Fox makes his way down the ramp and heads towards the ring as he slaps hands with fans along the security fence and then slides in the ring and heads up the turnbuckle post and puts his fists in the air as the crowd begins to chant his name “FOX STRIFE, FOX STRIFE!”
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It's Lights Out, Game Over.
Word on the streets is the boys is back.
Lights Out, Game Over.
Make way cause the kings is back.
It's Lights Out, Game Over.
If you really think you got it like that.
Lights Out, Game Over.
Word on the streets is the boys is back .
It's Lights Out, Game Over.
Worldwide homie pay respect.
Lights Out, microphone check.
It's Lights Out, microphone check.
Make way cause the kings is back.
Lights Out.

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As Fox get down from the turnbuckle, Chase and Leon begin their attack as LeSalle slides under the ring, but Fox catches them off guard and plows them down with a double clothesline of his own.

Nikki: You see that!?! Fox just gave them a taste of what’s going to come to them!

Steve: A great counter from Strife as The Model Youth get caught at there own game

Fox readies himself in the corner as Chase and Leon get up and Fox rushes in and takes down Chase with another clothesline, then rushes over to Leon and tosses him over his head. The crowd is cheering the Hardcore Legend on as he picks up Leon and irish whips him into the ropes and follow in suit and gives measured yakuza kick to his head, launching one half of the most hated tag team in the AWL over the top rope and onto the ring mats below.

Steve: Fox has a level head in this match! He is eliminating one threat to make the odds a little more even.

Nikki: All in the plan Steven, all in the plan...

Steve: What plan?

Nikki: The plan... You know that pre match plan that every wrestler has before any big match... A duh! Hello!

Fox points at LeSalle as he walks over towards his client, taunting him to try something stupid as Chase rebounds off the other end of the ring and goes for a flying forearm, but Fox sidesteps and Chase ends up going through the middle rope, causing a train wreck of a crash into his partner and his manager.

Nikki: HE’S OUT!

Steve: Fox is on fire tonight! I have never seen a wrestler so in tuned with the presence within the ring until tonight!

The crowd goes wild as Fox hops on one of the turnbuckles and points to the crowd before catching air and dropping with a huge elbow drop on the pile of bodies that is The Model Youth. Fox, unphased from the collision, gets up and drags Leon into the ring and locks on a sleeper hold. Bret Maxwell checks on Leon as he struggles to break free, but Fox locks in on the sleeper hold tighter, trying to pass Leon out for the win. Chase gets to his feet and get on the turnbuckle behind the Fox and his struggling partner and launches off a missile dropkick, but Fox once again catches the move and releases the lock on Leon and Chase gives his partner two well sized boots to his head.

Steve: This is unbelievable!?! Fox’s performance is outstanding, it is like he has eyes behind his head!

Nikki: I knew that training would pay off, GO FOX!

Fox grabs Chase and sends him over the ropes and goes back to Leon who punches Strife in the mid section. Fox stumbles back as Leon goes in for an attack, but the “Man on the Mission” strikes first with a vicious right and then another right and gets the Model Youth member to back into the corner. He kicks Leon in the gut and sets him up to execute a powerbomb into the turnbuckle but stays hooked in and repeats with another one. LeSalle hops on the ring mat and tries to distract the ref as Chase slides in with a chair but Fox, as keen as ever, telegraphs the sneaky move and thrusts his leg into his patent “Light Out” and squashes the chair square into Chase’s face.

Steve: LIGHTS OUT!

Nikki: He has it won! PIN HIM!

Fox, not heeding to his girlfriend’s advice, looks across the ring at Earnest LaSalle as he begins cowering off the ring apron and starts to back up into the security barrier. Fox slides under the ropes and gives chase to the Model Youth’s manager around the ring after circling the third ring post, Leon nails him with a huge clothesline, sending Fox to the mats in pain.

Nikki: Ooooh…

Steve: Yep, Nikki, he should’ve gone for that pin.

Having downed the “Man on a Mission”, Hughes and LeSalle put the boots to Fox, until the referee approaches the two individuals, warning LeSalle to back off otherwise he’d DQ The Model Youth. LeSalle, having no problems with that, backed away with his hands held high, claiming innocence. Hughes, on the other hand, grabbed Fox by the hair and rolled him back into the ring. Chase Stephenson had finally recovered from the Lights Out he had received earlier and, looking at Fox’s downed body, began to point towards the heavens, before extending his arms out in a cross-like post; mocking the audience.

Steve: The audacity of Chase Stephenson!

Nikki: I know! It’s as if he thinks that he’s God’s greatest gift to the earth!

However, Chase didn’t hold that pose for long, as Leon Hughes, who had climbed back into the ring, began yelling at Chase inaudibly. Chase, realizing that Leon was holding Fox Strife’s arms out, and had the “Hardcore Legend” lying parallel to the ropes, bounced off the parallel ropes, over Fox’s body, hopped onto the middle ropes, launched himself off of it, and in mid-air, changed position in order to land a massive senton across Fox’s chest.

Steve: The Amazing Grace!

Nikki: What? These jackasses named a move after an American song?!? What the hell!

As Fox rolled around in pain, Leon Hughes slapped Chase Stephenson’s hands as the two individuals taunted the crowd. However Earnest, ever-wary, began shouting at “his boys” to pick up the pace, because there would be no telling when Fox would get right back on his feet to pummel the Youth. After a few more kicks to the chest and to the back of his head, The Model Youth helped Fox Strife to his feet. As Leon Hughes motioned for Chase to stand back, he lifted Fox up into the sky with a suplex, but instead of landing the maneuver, he placed Fox’s ankles squarely on Chase’s shoulders. Chase then helped Leon put Fox’s neck across the ropes, and as Earnest cheered enthusiastically, Leon bounded off the opposite ropes, and as he approached Chase Stephenson, used his shoulders like a gymnast would use a handle bar, rotated his legs around, and delivered a thunderous Capoerta kick over the small of Fox’s back; crushing Fox’s suspended body underneath the force of the brutal combo.

Nikki: What was that!?

Steve: That’s a modified Play Leap Frog Attack that they call the Model Combo 1.

Nikki: …The Model Combo 1?... These guys are full of themselves, aren’t they?

Steven: That the ar.... Wha.. Cutt.. I.. (static is heard and it just quits out as we now cant hear Steven or Nikki)

Leon lets Fox fall to the ground as Chase gets up. The two men smile rather cockily at their handi-work. Chase grabs Fox's head and pulls him up. Chase heaves him up into a suplex again, lays the ankles on Leon's shoulders again and throws his upper body onto the top rope again. Fox looks worried, and knows what's coming but is rather powerless to stop it at this point. Chase runs across the ring, comes back, leaps onto Leon's shoulders again for another kick, but at this point Fox uses one last burst of energy to throws himself off the top rope and headscissors Leon onto the middle rope. If you think that's bad for Leon, you should've seen Chase fly clear over the top rope and land on the edge of ring side and roll into the isle. Fox pulls himself to his knees as Leon pushes himself off the ropes. Fox slugs Leon, knocking Leon down to his hands and knees. Fox pulls himself up to his feet, has trouble going completely verticle, favoring his back momentarily, letting Leon get enough of a breather to lunge up and punch Fox in the stomach.

Leon uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet and slugs Fox again. Fox stumbles backwards, Leon goes for another, but Fox blocks it and knees Leon in the stomach. Fox, needing a breather, but clearly not going to get one lands a few more knees to his stomach before snapmaring Leon into the sitting position and dropkicks Leon's back. Fox, however, takes this just as bad as he does, as Fox lands on his back which has been worked on through out the match. Chase has himself propped up on one arm, and is staring with glossy eyes at the barrier of the isle, still processing what happened. Fox, meanwhile has draped an arm over Leon.

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1...
2...
kick out!
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Fox, disappointed but one would assumed not surprised, uses a small burst of energy to get to his knees quickly. Fox pulls himself to his feet as Leon slowly gets up as well. Fox lets his back rest while Leon gets up. Fox glances over at Chase to see he's slowly crawling himself to the barrier. Leon makes it to where he's bent over. Fox lunges forward, knees him in the face, standing him up. Fox bends him over and drops him back down with a ddt that would make Jake Roberts proud if he weren't strung out on heroine. Fox rolls him over and covers.
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1...
2...
kick out!
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Fox sits up and almost cries, surprised that with the thump of which Leon's head made against the canvas, Leon had enough brain cells left to kick out. Fox falls back, and rests on the mat, while Leon is trying to roll over. Chase, by now, has made it to his feet, but is still needing the barrier to hold himself up. Chase, is the only man up and therefor the most action. Fox is nearly passed out from the damage, and Leon is knocked goofy. Chase stumbles back to the ring, holding his head. He arrives at the ring and rolls into it. Chase pulls himself up, stumbles and grabs Fox's head, who hadn't noticed Chase was back to his feet. Chase pulls Fox to his feet as fast as possible, creating a groan from Fox due to Fox's not wanting to stand. Chase knees him in the gut and runs to the ropes. Chase comes back and aims for some type of move, but in Fox's animal instinct, he reaches down, heaves Leon up just enough to dive down behind him, and Chase shoulder blocks Leon. Leon flies over Fox and onto the apron, barely keeping himself from falling to the ring side area.

Fox tries getting up, but Chase, realizing the situation snaps out of his knocked-silly-funk, beats him to it and knees him in the head. Chase grabs Fox's head and pulls him to his feet. Chase pulls Fox in close and goes for a belly-to-belly suplex, but Fox dead weights himself, and Chase has trouble lifting him. Fox regains his footings long and short enough to roll Chase into a small package.

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1...
2...
kick out!
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Leon has pulled himself up on the apron. Fox and Chase get up quickly, Fox ducks a clothesline, both turn around Fox leaps for the Lights Out, but Chase catches the kick, and throws the leg down, Fox uses that momentum to toss his leg up behind him, catching Leon in the face. Leon leans forward into the ropes, almost completely out of it. Due to the momentum, Fox fell onto his face. Chase drops a knee across Fox's head. Chase then pulls Fox to his feet and shoves him into a corner. Chase leaps in and drives a knee into Fox's chest. Chase does this a couple of times before backing up out of the corner, aiming for a giant move. Chase charges for it, leaps for an avalanche, but Fox throws a leg into the air and catches Chase in the face with it. Chase stumbles backwards out of it. Fox sees his chance and side steps out for another Lights Out, but Chase ducks it and lands a mean low-blow to Fox. Chase wraps around rolls him into a school boy. Leon grabs the feet in his dazed state and drops to ring side, holding the legs down.

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1...
2...
3!

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Leon lets go and falls on the outside as Chase quickly rolls out.

Sputnik: Here is your winners, THE MODEL YOUTH!!!
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*The scene opens up in the middle of a wrestling ring, and we see a man sitting on a black steel chair, leaning back against it. The camera swivles back and forth in front of him slowly, always keeping facing the jumbo tron in the background. The man has messy black hair, baggy blue jeans, a black t-shirt with a yellow crest with the words "l33t" reading on the crest. His arms are folded over his chest and is trying to stifle a smile. Without moving his lips these words are heard from him.*

Man: Hello, my name is Dave Richmond. I've been in this business for a long while, and if there's one thing I've learned... You have to work to get somewhere...

*"The Worker's Song" by Dropkick Murphy's starts playing in the background, and the jumbo tron starts up showing an animation of the l33t crest, swivling back and forth.*

"Yeah, this one's for the workers who toil night and day,"

*During the first half of this line we see on the jumbo tron of Richmond strutting down a ramp of some place, after that it fades for the second half as we see Richmond's running into a corner, leaping onto the second rope, backflipping over an opponent and running away from his opponent.*

"By hand and by brain to earn your pay."

*Again the scene fades, except for the entire line is portrayed by one scene. It features Richmond standing on a ladder. A rather ragged looking man shoves the ladder over. Richmond puts his legs out, bounces off the top rope, comes back and leaps off the ladder, falling with his feet extended into the man's face.*

"Who for centuries long past for no more than your bread."

*A scene shows Richmond holding up the American flag, saluting it, and then spinning around and hitting someone in the face with it.*

"Have bled for your countries and counted your dead."

*We skip to a slow motion shot of Richmond running from behind someone, leaping, grabbing an opponents head and lands his PWN3d!, during the video clip, the opponents switches from various people he's hit the PWN3d! to, one every half second. This scene fades to an American Flag on the jumbo tron. The man's lips moves now as he speaks.*

Richmond: I am Dave Richmond. I am YOUR American Hero. And I know your inferior existence is dull and miserable, but vicariously through your hero you can experience what its like to be mentally superior.

*Richmond lifts his thumb up and smiles as the scene fades.*
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Stephen: So here we go. This match is extremely unique. The number one guy has five minutes to pick up a pinfall or a submission. However if he loses or can not beat the clock then he will be eliminated. The winner than is the person set to beat the clock and so forth and so forth.

Nikki: So basically the first guy to draw a number is screwed.

Stephen: Well let’s find out who that person is.

The strong guitar strings hit and Mark comes running out. He leaps up and down on the stage getting himself pumped up.

[align=center]Must be something they're hiding
Must be reasons that no one will dare to tell
Must be something inside me
But I don't think so anymore
It's hurting again now
And I don't need friends when I have foes like you
It's hurting again now
It's killing me to be here all alone
Go away it's all the same
There's more for me[/align]


Mark runs down the rampway and leaps up over the bottom rope. He rolls though and stands on the middle turnbuckle.

[align=center]As the world falls away, and I can't find a reason
As the world turns to grey
It's killing me unwillingly and I am just the same as you
Must be something confided
Must be someway to feel the pain and heal again
Pain and pleasure, inviting
I don't think so anymore
It's hurting again now
And I don't need pills
When I have drugs like you[/align]


Mark hops off and stays mobile in the ring preparing for the match ahead.

Nikki: Looks like we finally get to see what these so –called students of Drake are all about.

Stephen: They have made a big impact in their short time. Now let’s see what they can do in the ring.

The lights go to black as the opening chords to "I'm So Sick" start going. As soon as you hear, "I've lost my mind, and I CRY!" Jamie Alejandro comes out of the back with the fan not knowing whether to boo or not out of fear that he'll come after them. He slowly walks to the ring not looking at anyone. He then silenty goes under the ropes and looks up with the hood still over his head waiting for the bell to ring. He stares down at Mark Berry with hate in his eyes. The bell rings and the clock begins to count down on the Titantron. Mark makes a rookie mistake by rushing straight at Jamie. Jamie uses Mark’s momentum to toss him right over the top rope.

Nikki: Well that was impressive. Looks like that the whole hype about the Berry Brothers was over rated.

Stephen: Well that was a brilliant move by Jamie. He sent Mark out of the ring and now Mark must waste more time recovering and getting back in.

Mark is up on the outside and tries to slide back in the ring. A kick to the head prevents him from getting in the ring. Mark slams his hands on the mat in frustration as he tries to figure out what to do to get in. Mark then tries to leap up on the ring step to get in. He receives a dropkick in the face and is yet again stopped from entering the ring again. This time Mark kicks the barricade in disgust.

[align=center]4:00 Minutes Remaining[/align]

Nikki: The clock is ticking away for Mark Berry. Jamie is playing cat and mouse and doing it quite successfully.

Stephen: Well this is a brilliant plan Jamie is using but it won’t work if he advances to the next round.

The clock tick away as Mark gets more and more flustered. Suddenly Mark feigns a roll in, when Jamie goes to stomp Mark rolls back and hooks his leg dragging him to the outside. This time Mark rolls in with a smile as he thinks that he has outsmarted Jamie. Jamie however stands up slowly and looks at the clock. Mark waits for Jamie to come back in but Jamie has another idea. He leans back against the barricade and taps his wrist to let Mark know that time is ticking away.

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Stephen: Mark thought he had outsmarted Jamie but it turns out his plan backfired in his face.

Nikki: Mark is severely losing in this game of human chess.

Mark slides out and chases Jamie around the ring. Jamie seems to be enjoying himself as he mocks Mark as he runs behind him. Jamie suddenly stops to turn around. Mark doesn’t realize what’s going on until it’s too late receiving a clothesline to the jaw. Jamie slaps Mark upside the head continuing the mind games. Jamie takes his time getting back in trying to rub it in further. This proves to be a mistake as Mark hits Jamie with a low blow. Jamie falls into the ring as Mark rolls in.

Stephen: This is the first time since the opening bell that both men have been in the ring at the same time.

Nikki: Well it’s about damn time. I am getting bored. Where is the blood? The broken bones? The dislocated limbs?

Stephen: I thought you were going to go see the company shrink?

Mark continues to pound away on Jamie trying to soften him up before the clock ticks away. Mark hits a snap Suplex and goes for the first pinfall attempt.

1…….2….Kickout

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Mark continues on with the full out assault trying to end the match. Mark looks at the clock and realizes he needs to end this one quickly. He shoves Jamie face first into the far corner. Jamie eats turnbuckle to keep him dazed. Mark hops onto the middle turnbuckle and calls for the Berry Burst. Mark spins off……….and right into an atomic drop. Mark hops up and right into the The Fallout from Jamie.

1……..2………3

[align=center]Mark Berry has been eliminated.[/align]


Jamie stands up and looks on to the rampway to see who will be the next man out.

Nikki: Now it is Jamie’s turn to fight the clock.

Stephen: Well who is his opponent?

The stage still remains empty as Jamie waits on. Mark is back to his feet and has gotton a chair from the outside. He goes to hit Jamie but when Jamie ducks the ref catches the full impact of the shot. Jamie clocks Mark and starts taking him to school when suddenly Ty Berry crashes into him from behind. The Berry Brothers starts to double team the solo Jamie. With the ref still down the clock starts on it’s own accord. Still 2 on 1 Jamie tries to fight back but is simply outnumbered. The Berry Brothers shove Jamie into the corner and they mount opposite sides of Jamie on the middle turnbuckle. They come off with a sickening combo move that they have dubbed the Big Berry. Ty makes the cover while Mark revives the ref.

Nikki: Wow that was a sick move. This thing is over.

Stephen: What the hell. This was supposed to be 1 on 1 contest. This is disgusting.

1…….2……..3

[align=center]Jamie Alejandro has been eliminated.[/align]


The Berry Brothers toss Jamie out of the ring and await the next opponent. Mark doesn’t leave and it appears that they are prepared to fight the next opponent as a team. All the lights in the arena turn different shades of blue as "Gotta Stay Fly" blasts over the PA system. Out walks Rob Garcia, with a cocky grin on his face. He stands at the entry way and looks around at all the fans, he laughs a little and continues down the aisle, giving fans dirty looks and talking trash to them. He slides into the ring and the Berry Brothers attack Rob before he can even get up.

Nikki: This is great. I love this.

Stephen: It’s sickening. How about a little control and some…….

Stephen is interrupted as the crowd erupts as Jamie returns back in the ring with the steel chair. He clocks Mark with the weapon knocking him out of the ring. Ty backs up away from Jamie playing off. Jamie ignores him and slides out to chase Mark up the rampway. Ty watches on in horror as his brother gets chased away. Ty turns back into the ring and right into the G-Ride from Rob Garcia.

1………2…….3.

[align=center]Ty Berry has been eliminated.[/align]


“Can’t Stop” by the Chili Peppers, hits the PA system, as the man himself emerges from behind the curtain. With his eyes focused firmly on the ring, Jenkins’ face is one of concentration as he slowly and methodically makes his way into the squared circle. Rob awaits in the ring ready for action. The timer resets and begins to tick away as Jenkins gets into the ring. The two men waste no time attacking each other and each man throws heavy shots to each other.

Stephen: These guys aren’t wasting any time taking it to each other.

Nikki: Well it’s about time we got down and dirty.

Finally Rob Garcia uses an eye poke to end the battle of blows. Garcia takes Jenkins down with a Russian Leg Sweep and goes for a cover.

1……..2….Shoulder Up

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The titantron then suddenly changes from the countdown clock is replaced by the following video.

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Stephen: What the hell was that?

Nikki: I have no idea but it wasted valuable time.

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Rob is in the ring leaning against the ropes with a confused look on his face. Suddenly Jenkins rolls Rob up with a school boy and Jenkins uses the ropes for leverage.

1……..2…….The ref stops the count when he sees Jenkins feet.

Jenkins then gets up with Rob and takes him down with a Snap Suplex. Instead of staying on top of Garcia he gets in the ref’s face to jawjack. The two men argue for a bit ending with Jenkins slapping the ref across the face. The ref finally has had enough and returns the slap to Jenkins. This sends Jenkins right into a cradle pin from Garcia.

1…2…Mike rolls out despite the fast count.

Nikki: What the hell was that? Talk about a ref over-stepping his boundaries.

Stephen: Well what do you expect? The guy is only human. He has already taken a chair shot so far.

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With less then a minute left Rob is frantic to end this match. He attempts to nail the G-Ride but Jenkins manages to spin out of the move. Jenkins looks to slide out of the ring but Garcia manages to grab his foot and pull him back into the ring. Jenkins squirms and fights his way out of Garcia’s clutches. Jenkins looks to exit the ring again but Garcia hits a clubbing blow to the back of Jenkins head and then pulls him into the Overdose. With less then thirty seconds left Garcia pulls Jenkins down to the mat with his submission hold.

Nikki: Can Jenkins hold out to beat the clock? Or will he tap out?

Stephen: I don’t know, only 15 seconds left.

Jenkins holds his hand out in preparation to tap out. The crowd counts down the last ten seconds as Garcia pulls back as hard as he can to attempt to get Jenkins to tap out. Jenkins finally does as the buzzer sounds. Garcia tosses Jenkins off and questions the ref on the result. The ref then informs Rob Garcia that the match is over and that in fact Garcia did NOT beat the clock.

[align=center]Rob Garcia has been eliminated.[/align][/b]

“Cells” by the servant begin to play over the PA as the lights dim blue. Chill appears from from backstage and begins to make his way to the ring. He yells a couple taunts at the crowd on his way, and than rolls into the ring. He quickly jumps onto the nearest turnbuckle and yells at the crowd some more, before giving them a grin. He than jumps off the turnbuckle, turning his attention onto his upcoming match, removing his vest, and than handing it to the ringside attendant. He looks down at the injured Jenkins before shrugging and going straight for a cover.

1………2…….Kickout

Nikki: HA! What a smart move by Chill. To bad that didn’t quite work out.

Stephen: Can’t blame the guy for trying.

Chill lifts Jenkins to his feet and nails him with a stiff European Uppercut that sends Jenkins into the ropes. Chill rushes in at Jenkins but somehow Mike manages to hotshot Chill across the top rope. When he rebounds off Jenkins hooks him up and nails a Fisherman’s Suplex.

1……2…Chill powers out.

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Jenkins now on the offensive tries to keep Chill grounded by applying a Leg Lock. Chill cringes in pain but refuses to tap out. Chill tries to hammer his way out of the hold but Jenkins refuses to release. Chill then tries to turn the hold but is unable to flip Jenkns over. Finally after some time and with extreme effort he tries to move his body backwards towards the ropes. Right before he reaches them however, Mike floats over and locks on a standard armbar submission preventing Chill from escaping.

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Nikki: This is a stupid idea. Jenkins is wasting time.

Stephen: Yeah but it is wearing down his opponent. Jenkins is risking a lot but perhaps it will pay off.

Chill still in the painful submission suddenly swims out of the hold and attempts to lock on the Frostbite. Jenkins realizing the predicament attempts to fight out savagely and after a brief struggle manages to roll out of the danger zone and to the outside. He has no time to rest as Chill follows him to the outside and Jenkins is quickly introduced to the steel steps with a thunderous smack. Chill then turns Jenkins around and tosses him into the crowd over the guard rail. Chill makes his way back into the ring as the clock ticks down.

[align=center]2:00 Minutes Remaining[/align]

Groggy and dazed Jenkins tries to make it back into the ring as quickly as he can but he is still out on dream street. He finally makes it back into the ring but is greeted by a Northern Lights Suplex from Chill.

1……2…..Shoulder off the Mat

Chill slaps the canvas in frustration but goes back to work quickly. He sets Jenkins up for a Piledriver type maneuver but Jenkins counters with a Manhattan Drop. As Chill turns in pain, Jenkins capitalizes by nailing a German Suplex with a bridge.

1……2……Kickout.

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Jenkins looks at the clock and frantically goes for another pinfall to try and get the win.

1……2…Shoulder Up

Jenkins goes down again this time hooking both legs.

[b1……..2….Kickout Again. [/b]

Jenkins is furious at this point slamming the mat with both hands in disgust. With rage in his eyes Jenkins signals for the end. He lifts Chill to his feet and calls to the crowd that this one is over with. He hooks up both of Chill’s arms with less then 10 seconds lift and wastes no time delivering his finisher known as the Eden.

1………..2….Buzzer3

As the refs hand was coming down the buzzer went off. Jenkins oblivious to this fact raises his arm high in the sky thinking that he has won the match. Suddenly Chill’s music hits the PA and he is announced the winner. Jenkins falls to his knees in disbelief at his luck.
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The scene opens to a shot of a man sitting in a bench in a locker room somewhere, his back to the camera, wearing his tights, while "Space Oddity" by David Bowie is playing in the back ground.

Man: This Is Ground Control To Major Tom.

The man stands up, and the camera shot changes to a close up profile-view, but his face is hidden within shadows.

Man: You've Really Made The Grade.

The man grabs a shirt that was on the bench.

Man: And The Papers Want To Know Whose Shirts You Wear

The camera changes to a close up view of the man's chest. He puts on the shirt, which reads "C:\DOS C:\DOS\RUN RUN\DOS\RUN"

Man: Now It's Time To Leave The Capsule,

The man takes a step towards the locker room door, but stops after he grabs the handle.

Man: If You Dare.

The man takes a deep breath befores opening it, and stepping through the door. As the door shuts behind him, the scene fades to black. White letters rolls upwards in a Star-Wars manner.

"I'm stepping through the door,
...like Major Tom.
I'm floating in a most...
Peculiar way...like Major Tom...
The stars look very different today,
As I leave the tin can...
Far above the materialistic world...
Planet earth is indeed blue Major Tom.
But there is something I can do...
And I will pound the faultlines,
Far above the grinning moon...
Staring at the second sun...
The blue sun...
I will put them to rest,
And watch it slip away."


The words are eventually off the screen and the scene fades away.
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Nikki: Right now the ring crew are setting up the vast amount of chairs for our next match folks. Lets take a look at how this one came about.

A video begins and it shows clips from the 3 way to crown the first ever AWL Hardcore champ. Brad and Chill going threw the ambulance window, Brad smashing Peter into the ambulance, Peter beating Brad with chairs and other weapons. Then it shows clips of the tag match between Brad and Cherry vs. Gilmour and Hellstad. Then to end it they show Brad taking Steel out with the chair then Peter interfering and costing him the match. The clip ends then a view of the ring. Chairs embedded in along the ropes for one reason and one reason alone. To cause pain.

Steven: Folks this is one for the record books.

The arena goes completely dark. The opening guitar riff to Bleed For Me pounds through the speakers. A blood red strobe light starts going off in the entrance. Blood red lights are also going on and off all over the arena. Then the guitars stop and so do the lights. Then Sweets voice can be heard.

[align=center]Oh Yes There Will Be Blood!!![/align]

The song goes on and the lights come back out. Sweets walks out with Barbra in hand.

Kevin: Hailing from Mallaig, Alberta Canada, Your AWL Hardcore Champ, BRAAD GUUUIIIINNNUUUPPP!!!

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Embrace me child, I'll see you through

leed for me, I've bled for you

Embrace me child, I'll see you through

I'll see you
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Sweets plays to the crowd and even lets a few fans touch Barbra. He then gets in the ring and sets Barbra in the corner and continues to play to the crowd.

A load explosion comes from the entranceway and the Style begins. after the main beat kicks in Ashley Marie comes to the rampway dressed in sexy blue jeans and a black halter top. She looks around the arena and smirks. she then points to the entranceway and Peter comes out wearing a long black cloak ala Chistopher Daniels. he has PBK on the back of the cloak. He gets next to ashley and looks down. When the singer screams, "READYY, AIMM, FIREEEE, the entire ramp explodes into flames as both of them throw up an "X" . They both head to the ring as fans try to touch him. Peter doesnt budge. Ashley gets in the ring like Melina and crawls into the middle of the ring awaiting for her man to enter the ring. Peter gets on the apron, turns to the audience with head down then rips off the hood. He gets in the ring and ashley meets him and crawls to him and places her hand on his inner thigh as Peter does the ABYSS taunt as fire emits from the turnbuckles. They then wait for the opponent. The ref signals for the bell and Brad immediately turns to grab a chair. Peter runs up and cuts him off with a forearm to the back. Peter spins Brad around and hits him with a few more forearm shots to the face before irish whipping him to the ropes. Brad quickly stops himself inches from the chairs. Peter charges and dropkicks Brad from behind sending him face first into a steel chair.

Nikki: Brad sure is smart. Stopping himself from nailing those chairs.

Steven: Ya but Peter got him to hit them in the end.


Peter goes to bring Brad up by his hair but Brad grabs his tights and pulls him face first into a chair as well. Both men quickly get back to there feet Brad challenges Peter to a test of strength. Peter agrees. Both men tie up and start putting all there strength into it. Neither men budge. Peter goes for a kick to the midsection but Brad blocks with his leg. Brad smirks then pushes as hard as he can and slams Peter down to the mat. Brad jumps on top and starts firing savage punch after savage punch. Brad gives Peter one good smash to the nose and a tiny trickle of blood pours from his right nostril. Brad jumps up and plays to the fans. Peter gets up and taps Brad on the shoulder. Brad turns around and Peter laughs. Peter puts his thumb on his left nostril then blows. Blood shoots out of his nose. After that nothing else comes out.

Steven: Brad thought he was one step closer to keeping his title but Peter isn’t bleeding.

Brad shrugs it off and hooks Peter for a suplex. Peter blocks and brings Brad back for one of his own. While Peter has Brad he walks around and stop with his back facing a turnbuckle. Peter falls back and Brad lands with half his body hitting the turnbuckle.

Nikki: Peter is one smart dude. Nailing Brad with a lil something extra on that one.

Peter walks over to the ropes and grabs a chair and yanks it out. He turns and Brad charges and dropkicks the chair right into Peters face. The chair drops and Peter starts to wobble to and fro. Brad grabs Peter and hauls him to his feet. Brad kicks him in the ribs then follows it up with a power bomb. Peter hit’s the mat hard landing on his upper back and neck. Brad grabs Peters legs and swings him over for a boston crab. Brad wrenches back as far as he possibly can while Peter screams out in pain. Brad laughs hysterically because he know that there is nothing that can be done. Peter reaches out for the chair that laid him out seconds ago. Peter gets a finger on it and starts inching it towards him. Peter finally gets his hand on it and brings it to him. He grabs it with both hands and tosses it backwards nailing Brad in the head. Brad falls forward releasing the hold.

Steven: I may not like the guy much, but I must give Peter props on that one.

Nikki: Props? You trying to be gangster or something?

Steven: Ah quite you.


Peter starts to get up and Brad does likewise. Both men get to there feet and they stare right at one another. Brad bends over to grab the chair that was just thrown at him and Peter grabs another one from the ropes. Brad starts pounding his on the mat and Peter sees this as his opportune moment and charges. Peter swings and Brad blocks it with his chair. The sound of steel on steel rings through the building. Both men drop the chairs and scream in pain due to there hands.

Nikki: Man that had to hurt.

Peter charges Brad and hits him with a clothesline. Brad hit’s the mat then bobs back up. Peter charges and nails him with a clothesline once again. This time Brad stays down. Peter grabs his chair and waits. Brad gets up, turns around and is met by a steel chair to the face. Brad hit’s the mat hard. Peter tosses the chair on the mat then picks up Brad. Peter sets Brads head between his legs and delivers the Fatal Attraction onto the chair. Peter rolls Brad over and goes for the pin. The ref walks up to Peter and informs him that Brad isn’t bleeding yet.

Nikki: Stupid Peter.

Steven: Hey I figured Brad would have been busted open after a move like that.


Peter gets up and punches a chair. He turns around and grabs Brad by the hair. He hauls him over to the wall of chairs and starts bashing Brad’s face against random chairs. Brad is half conscious and tries to block the chair with his limp arms but it does nothing. Peter pulls Brad’s head back and throws him into a chair with a devastating amount of force. Brad nails the chair hard and starts to bleed profusely.

Steven: Peter got the deed done on that one.

Peter doesn’t stop and keeps ramming Brad’s face into chairs as fast as he can. After 5 or so Peter pulls back for one more of his hard shots. As Peter pulls back Brad’s eyes open. Peter launches Brad but Brad stops himself. Brad gets up and nails Peter in the face with a big boot. Brad picks up a chair as Peter gets up. Peter turns and Brad smokes him across the face with the chair as hard as he possibly can.

Nikki: Peter had to have lost 10 of his remaining 20 brain cells on that one.

Steven: Nikki that’s impossible. Don’t you need at least 50 just to breath.

Nikki: Do I look like a doctor??


Peter slowly gets to his feet and Brad hooks him from behind. Brad pulls back and hits him with a german suplex. Brad holds on and rolls threw and onto his feet bringing Peter up with him. Brad pulls back and nails a second german suplex. One again Brad hold on and rolls threw bringing Peter up with him. Brad pulls back and sends Peter flipping over him with Peter landing on his gut.

Steven: Holly crap. Brad damn near launched Peter right out of his boots.

Brad walks over to one of the walls and grabs two chairs. Brad walks over to the prone Peter and sets one under his face. Brad stands back and smiles. Brad winds up and slams the chair to the back of Peters head.

Steven: ONE MAN CONCHAIRTO!!!! That move was made famous by Edge and Christian of the WWE.

Nikki: What the hell is the WWE?? Have you been huffing paint thinner again??


Brad rolls Peter over with his foot and we see that Peters face is now a bloody mess. Brad slides outside of the ring and looks around the ring for something. He looks by the time keepers table, by the commentator table, under the ring then finally under the ring steps.

Steven: What is that man looking for?? He knows that any weapon besides a chair is illegal. No he cant be. Can he??

Nikki: Oh yes he is. There she is now. Good ol’ Barbra. You gotta lover her. If you don’t she will rearrange you face.


Brad flips over the top part of the steel ring steps and reveals Barbra the barbed wire chair. Brad grabs her and raises her. The crowd goes nuts. Brad slides back into the ring and sets the chair on the mat near a turnbuckle. Brad picks of the bloody Peter and pulls him over to the turnbuckle near the chair. Brad climbs the to the top turnbuckle and brings Peter half the way up. Brad sets Peters head between his legs and signals for the Bleed For Me.

Nikki: Hell ya. Nail him onto that barbed wire chair.

Steven: Well it looks like this may be the end for Peter. Wait!!! What is she doing here?


Ashley crawls out from under the ring and slides into the ring. She starts to yell at Brad. Brad tell her to get out of the way. Ashley turns and grabs Barbra from the floor. Brad shakes his head and pulls up and gets ready to jump off for the move. Ashley charges and nails Brad in the face with Barbra. Brad lets go of Peter and just wobbles atop the turnbuckle. Ashley swings again and nails Brad square in the forehead. Brad’s face turns blood red and he falls to the mat. Ashley grabs Peters arm and slings it over Brad’s chest.

Steven: No not like this.

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Steven: I was scarred there for a second.

Ashley bangs her fists on the ring apron in frustration. Both men pull themselves up to there feet. They meet in the middle of the ring and start tossing punches. Brad with a right, Peter with a right, Brad with a European uppercut, Peter with an uppercut, then simultaneously both men toss a strong right knocking both back to there feet. Peter gets up first and crouches down. Brad slowly gets up and turns around. Peter charges and nails Brad with the END OF INNOCENCE!!! Peter and Brad both hit the mat hard. Neither men are moving. The ref begins his count.

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Steven: I cant end like this. Not a draw. We need a definite winner.

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Steven: Please one of you get up.

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Peter crawls over and tosses an arm over Brad‘s chest.

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Kevin: Ladies and Gentleman. Your Winner and NEW HARDCORE CHAMPION PETER GILMOURRRRR!!!!

Nikki: That was one hell of a match.

Steven: You could say that again. Both men looked awesome in this match. Wait what’s hapenning now.


Brad gets up and grabs the belt from Peter. Brad takes a few steps back. He looks down at the title. He walks up to Peter and extends a hand. Peter looks around. Peter looks back at Brad and shakes his hand. Brad slaps the belt on Peter’s shoulder then raises his arm in the air. Brad then leaves the ring and lets Peter celebrate.

Steven: That’s a true champion right there folks. Brad may have lost but he was still a man about it.

Nikki: That’s true and all but your forgetting something.

Steven: What’s that???

Nikki: That Peter is the new champ. And I bet you any money he will be a great one.

Steven: Well I guess we will have to wait and see.
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*The scene opens up again, this time a clearly animated scene. Dave Richmond stands on the front of a train. We get a small still shot just before the train starts, with seemingly random white spots on the side of the train. The train starts up and slowly starts picking up speed.*

Dave Richmond: Hi, I'm still Dave Richmond. And I can't help but see one thing that no other superstar, aside from us elitests, can bring to the table. No one can keep rolling down those tracks, like I do.

*The train seemingly has rockets on it's ass as it shoves the train forward.*

Oh, can't stop this train from rolling

*The white designs blur until they read "Phantom Train" on the side.*

Oh, yo, you can't take it down

*Picking up where part of the last promo left off, Richmond leaps onto the second rope in a corner, lunges backwards, turns around and lands a mushroom stomp to the charging opponent's attempt.*

No, never stop this locomotion, on and on and on and on

*A scene is showed of the ragged man Dave kicked in his last promo, holding a person on his shoulders. Dave charges behind the ragged looking back, grabs the head of the person being held and lands a Pwn3d! off the ragged man's shoulders.*

No, you can't bring it down cause I'm

*A fast forwarded shot of Richmond hanging on the edge of a cage, elbowing his opponent off into the middle of the ring and then landing a moonsault press onto his opponent is viewed.*

Better than you (Better than you)

*The scene here is a fast forwarded version of a move Dave has brought back into the spotlight; jumping from standing on the second rope facing the center of the ring, spinning around and landing sitting on the top rope and falling back into a moonsault onto his opponent.*

Better than, Better than, Better than

*On each "Better" Dave charges forward and begins a side step, and on each "Than" he lands the Headkicker to a different opponent.*

Better than you, yeah

*The final scene for the final line features a superstar named Ben Hurst leaping off the top rope for a diving headbutt, but Dave intercepts him, springboarding off the ropes and landing a Pwn3d!. As we see Dave and Hurst sprawl out after the Super-Pwn3d!, we hear a voice recording from Richmond.*

"You have been Pwn3d!"

*We now come back to Richmond standing on the front of the train still, an odd looking man in blue robes and a tan colored pointy hat is seen steering the train. Richmond smiles at the camera.

Dave Richmond: Dave Richmond. Your guarentee for a better tomorrow.

*Dave Richmond stands with his chest thrown out and his hands on his hips, smiling with unusually white teeth, sparkling. A deep voice is heard.*

"He is TEH Dave Richmond. And he is BETTER...THAN...YOU!"

*The scene fades as we see a man in baggy white pants, a man in blue king's robes, a man in silver armor, and a man in black armor leap off the train onto a station platform as the train continues barreling through.*
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Returning back to the ringside area of Madjeski Stadium in Reading, England on Pay-Per-View, the PA system thunders into life with Audioslave’s “Worm” and the crowd begin booing after recognising the theme from earlier in the night. After a few seconds, Mike Lane emerges from behind the curtain with a large smirk on his face and throws his arms out to the side, prompting a wall of green pyros to explode behind him. As the smoke fades, Mike slowly saunters down the ramp for the ring, shouting and cursing at the jeering fans in the first few rows on either side of him.

Kevin: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, currently making his way to the ring, he weighs in at two-hundred and eighty-five pounds, and hails from Kingsport, Tennessee, USA. Please welcome MIKE LANE!!

Ignoring the boos at ringside, Mike pops his neck and quickly makes his way up the steel ring steps, then heads along the apron, before ducking between the top and middle ropes into the squared circle. Mike quickly swaggers to the far corner of the ring and steps onto the middle turnbuckle pad, then throws his arms out to the side and stares out at the jeering fans with a smirk on his face, before jumping down and stretching against the ropes as the referee attempts to check him for foreign objects.

Steven: “For those of you who aren’t aware, this Mike Lane is no fresh-faced punk on the professional wrestling scene. Mike is a long-time veteran of the ring wars back in America, competing mainly in the northern regions..”

Nikki: “He’s a huge star..”

Steven: “In some states, at least. Don’t count him down because he talks a lot of trash. Mike Lane can certainly back up his words, because he has got some extremely impressive skills. He’s certainly no juniorweight and he won’t race around the ring, but neither does Ash Koopa, so this ought to be an interesting contest..”


As Mike stretches against the ropes, his music fades out on the PA and is quickly replaced by “Eye Of The Tiger” by Survivor, prompting a surge of cheers from the sell-out crowd. Ash Koopa bursts out from behind the curtain and points down the ramp at Mike, then flexes his muscles as a series of red fireworks erupt either side of him. Responding to the cheers, Ash points out at the fans and begins bowing to them, then charges down the ramp for the ring and quickly rolls under the bottom rope into the squared circle.

Kevin: “And the opponent, at a weight of two-hundred and sixty-eight pounds, from right here in Reading; he is ‘The KoopaManiac’, ASH KOOPA!!

Failing to hear his own name, Ash lunges at his opponent, prompting Mike to quickly dart away and take sanctuary on the far side of the ring, whilst the referee forces Ash back to the ropes and begins checking him for foreign objects.

Steven: “Looks like Ash didn’t want to wait. He rant to the ring and went straight for Mike..”

Nikki: “I know, Steve. I saw it..”


Determining both men to be clean, the referee calls the two wrestlers to the centre of the ring and quickly runs through the rules for them, then signals for the bell to get the match underway.

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As the bell sounds, the two wrestlers begin circling around the ring whilst staring intently at one another, ignoring the referee’s instructions to lock-up. In a bid to antagonise the hometown hero, Mike begins yelling insults at his opponent, only for Ash to turn his attention to the crowd and cup his hand to his ear, prompting a mass of cheers to drown out crass verbiage.

Steven: “Ha, nice move by Ash; taunt the crowd and get their cheers to negate Mike’s trash talking. An attempt at mind games, maybe?”

Nikki: “Personally, I just think Ash likes being the centre of attention..”

Steven: “Isn’t that the whole point to being The KoopaManiac? To get all the attention, the cheers and the crowd support. The fans are like having an extra life on a video game; you could be one step closer to death, but they’ll bring you back from the brink..”


Looking slightly angered, Mike motions to Ash and the two men engage in a collar-elbow tie-up in the centre of the squared circle. The two heavyweights push against each other, desperately trying to force the opponent into the corner, and as Ash looks to get the advantage, Mike suddenly over-powers Ash and shoves him backward, sending Ash rolling head-over-heels on the canvas. Ash quickly gets up to one knee and stares at his opponent in shock as Mike begins flexing his muscles, mocking Ash’s hero, prompting ‘The KoopaManiac’ to lunge up from the canvas and smash Mike in the jaw with a brutal forearm. Before Mike can retaliate, Ash connects with a second vicious forearm to the jaw, then grabs Mike’s left wrist and backs him into the ropes, attempting an Irish whip, only for Lane to counter and boot Ash in the mid-section, forcing him to double-up in pain. With Ash temporarily incapacitated, Mike looks around the stadium with a smirk on his face, then clamps a headlock on ‘The KoopaManiac’ and parades his opponent around the ring.

Nikki: “Ash Koopa is trapped in the dreaded side headlock!”

Steven: “Was that sarcasm? I couldn’t really tell..”


As Mike continues to parade ‘The KoopaManiac’ around the ring, Ash begins to battle against the hold with elbows to the mid-section, then backs himself into the ropes and uses the momentum to shove Mike forward, sending him charging across the ring. On the rebound, Ash twists his body and aims a reverse elbow at his opponent’s chest, only for Mike to duck under the shot and continue running into the far set of ropes. As Mike rebounds for the second time, Ash turns to find his opponent and lifts him off the ground in a front waistlock, then quickly spins around and drives Mike down onto the canvas with a devastating spinebuster.

Steven: “Wow, what a huge spinebuster by Koopa! Ash doesn’t look to be holding back; he’s going straight for the big stuff here tonight!”

Nikki: “Well, he hasn’t wrestled for a while and he’s probably forgotten how to build-up the action for a big climax. Either that, or he’s showing off in front of his friends and family.”

Steven: “You’re still hung up about that high-five from the start of the show, aren’t you?”


Rather than go for the pin, Ash quickly gets to his feet and skips around to Mike’s head, kicking his opponent’s right arm in the process, then quickly pulls his right elbow pad off and throws it into the crowd. As the crowd begin cheering, Ash waves his arms from side-to-side, then looks to run himself into the ropes, but quickly stops in his tracks and stares down at Mike whilst scratching his head in confusion.

Steven: “You might be right about Ash forgetting. It looks as though he’s forgotten his big move..”

Again, Ash waves his arms from side-to-side with a confused expression on his face, then shakes his head in dismay and stares into the distance, thinking. Suddenly, Ash’s eyes lights up and he stoops over Mike’s prone body whilst waving his hand in front of his face, then runs himself into the ropes. On the rebound, Ash rubs his right hand on his left shoulder and looks to hit a fist drop on his opponent, but stops and begins scratching his head again.

Nikki: “This has got to be a joke, surely..”

Steven: “I don’t think it is. He genuinely looks as though he’s forgotten..”


With Mike Lane still lifeless on the mat, Ash looks down at his opponent and waves his hand in front of his face, then points to the ropes and begins talking to himself, before looking back at Mike and raising his elbow, only to quickly switch arms and aim his fist at Mike’s forehead. As Ash continues running the situation through his head, the answer suddenly hits him and a big grin crosses his face, prompting ‘The KoopaManiac’ to point down at Mike, then cup his hand to his ear, drawing a mass of cheers from the fans.

Steven: “I think he’s got it, Nikki! Ash has remembered!”

Nikki: “About time, too! I bet he did it on purpose, Steve. He’s that sort of bastard, in my opinion..”


Ash claps his hands together, then runs himself into the ropes to gather momentum for his move, but as he rebounds, Mike quickly scrambles to his feet and throws Ash overhead for a Northern Lights suplex, bridging for the pin attempt.
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TH- NO!!
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Nikki: “A two count! See what happens when you waste time to try and get a few laughs from the fans, Steve? You get dumped on your back and caught in a pinning predicament!”

Steven: “Time wasting is dangerous in this business, I agree. But really, Nikki, calm down. It was only a high-five. It’s not like Ash gave a pound coin to everyone here except for you..”

Nikki: “He gave away money too?”


The two men quickly get back to their feet and whilst Mike watches his opponent, Ash staggers dazedly toward the ropes, then turns around and walks into a drop toe hold from Mike, sending him face-first into the canvas. Before Ash can find his bearings, Mike quickly gets to his feet and viciously stomps on the back of Ash’s left knee, driving it into the canvas. Ash quickly rolls onto his back and cradles his left knee in pain, only for Mike to hook his left foot and fall backward to the mat, torquing the joint as his foot connects with the canvas. Still holding onto the leg, Mike quickly rolls onto his stomach and forces Ash over in the process, then battles up to his feet and leans back, trapping ‘The KoopaManiac’ in a single leg Boston crab.

Steven: “Nice piece of wrestling by Mike Lane, who appears to be working on Ash’s left leg. First he hit that unique move, jarring Ash’s knee as his drove the foot into the canvas, DDT style..”

Nikki: “I hear they call it a knee-DT in some places. And it’s a perfect set-up for that half crab that Mike has applied now!”


Desperately fighting against the pain of Mike Lane’s hold, Ash ignores the referee’s calls to submit and pushes himself up from the canvas in a bid to claw his way to the ropes. Slowly, Ash drags himself and Mike from the centre of the ring to the edge and, in a desperate lunge, manages to grab the bottom rope with both hands, forcing a break. However, Mike refuses to break the hold and begins punching Ash’s left knee, forcing the referee to initiate a five-count that prompts Mike to release at the count of four-and-a-half.

Nikki: “Mike made the most of that five count..”

Steven: “Indeed he did, and I think he’s showing his true colours here. Mike didn’t exactly endear himself to the fans with his words at the start of the event, and now he’s making himself even less popular with his wrestling style..”

Nikki: “What’s wrong with it? He’s cutting corners, meaning that he’s very efficient..”


As the referee admonishes Mike for his illegal tactics, Ash pulls himself up from the canvas using the ropes for support, only for Mike to push past the official and kick at Ash’s left knee, causing ‘The KoopaManiac’ to buckle and fall down to the mat. Whilst Ash clutches his knee, Mike hooks him in a front chancery and forces Ash to his feet in the hold, then suddenly lunges backward and takes ‘The KoopaManiac’ over with a vicious snap suplex into the centre of the ring. Rather than follow with the pin attempt, Mike sits up and begins dusting his hands off whilst smirking at the crowd, drawing a chorus of boos. As Mike slowly gets back to his feet, Ash raises his fists up from the mat and begins shaking them violently, then sits up and turns to stare intently at Mike

Steven: “Did I just see that?! Did Ash Koopa just sit up?”

Nikki: “He did, Steve. Obviously getting the wrong schtick again..”


Ash slowly battles to his feet and continues shaking his fists violently, prompting the crowd to begin cheering in support of their hometown hero, only for Mike to violently kick Ash’s left knee from the front, causing him to fall forward and smash his face into the canvas. Mike quickly pulls Ash to his feet by his hair and forces him backward into the corner, then rocks him with a vicious European uppercut to the jaw, leaving Ash dazed against the turnbuckles. Again, Mike rocks Ash with a brutal European uppercut, then grabs his left wrist and looks to execute an Irish whip, but is countered by ‘The KoopaManiac’ and sent charging across the ring to the opposite corner. Ash pauses for a second and manages to block out the pain in his knee, then charges across the ring and jumps into the air, crashing down with a big avalanching splash in the corner, connecting only with the turnbuckle pads as Mike dives out of the way.

Steven: “Jesus Christ! I swear the ring just moved a couple of inches to the right from that impact in the corner! Ash threw all two-hundred and seventy pounds of himself into those turnbuckles..”

As Ash staggers backward in a daze, clutching at his chest in pain, Mike hooks him from behind and lifts Ash for a belly-to-back suplex, only to dump him forward across his out-stretched knee for an atomic drop. Rather than release the hold, Mike lifts Ash for a second time and stumbles forward to the corner, then sits ‘The KoopaManiac’ on the top turnbuckle pad, facing out at the crowd, and hooks his feet under top rope, before pulling Ash down into the tree of woe.

Steven: “This.. doesn’t look like a comfortable position for Ash..”

Nikki: “He’s hung in the proverbial tree of woe, Steve! Ash is pretty much a sitting duck right now and there’s nothing he can do about it..”


With Ash hung upside-down in the corner, Mike stomps on Ash’s chest to temporarily stop him from flailing his arms about, then climbs onto the middle rope and begins violently clubbing Ash’s left knee, adding to the pressure as it wraps around the top rope. Adhering to the referee’s instructions, Mike jumps down from the ropes at the count of four and steps away from his opponent, then covers his left nostril with his thumb and launches a ball of snot down at Ash’s face, drawing a chorus of boos, before clearing his left nostril on ‘The KoopaManiac’, prompting more hatred from the fans. Ignoring the reaction, Mike quickly runs himself to the far side of the ring, then rebounds off the ropes and charges back toward Ash, before jumping up and drive his knee down into Ash’s forehead, rolling through the move afterward and getting to his feet with his arms raised in the air. As the referee tries to unhook Ash from the tree of woe, Mike pushes the referee aside and kicks at Ash’s left leg, causing his foot to untangle itself, resulting in Ash landing awkwardly on the mat.

Nikki: “This Mike Lane is malicious! It’s about time we had someone with his talents and skill on the AWL roster. Makes things more enjoyable for me..”

Steven: “You sure are spiteful sometimes..”


Mike quickly pulls Ash up to his feet from behind and connects with a nasty European uppercut to the back of his neck, causing ‘The KoopaManiac’ to slump forward into the ropes and rebound in a backward stagger, allowing Mike to hook him and execute a belly-to-back suplex into the centre of the ring, before floating over for a lateral press.
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TWO
THR- KICK-OUT!!
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Steven: “Just a two count for that picture-perfect back suplex. Mike showing some good skill by floating into the pin, rather than sit around and make a delayed cover..”

Nikki: “It’s called being smart, fool..”

Steven: “I know. Hence why I was complimenting the man, Nikki..”


Not wanting to waste any more time, Mike quickly gets to his feet and pulls Ash up from the canvas by his hair, then blasts him with a nasty straight jab to the jaw, leaving ‘The KoopaManiac’ dazed once again. Mike grabs ahold of Ash’s left arm and wrenches it around into a wristlock, then holds the arm close to his chest and kicks out Ash’s knee, before snapping backward for a single-arm DDT and following up by floating over to make another pin attempt.
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TWO
THRE- KICK-OUT!!
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Nikki: “That was so close! Ash landed right on his face!”

Steven: “No kidding. This whole match has seen Mike Lane in complete control, and if my memory serves me correctly, that was either the third or forth pin attempt of this contest and they’ve all been made by Mike.”


Appearing slightly frustrated, Mike glares at the referee and raises three fingers on his left hand, then stumbles up to his feet and extends his arms to the side, signalling for something big. Mike grabs a handful of Ash’s hair and pulls ‘The KoopaManiac’ to his feet, then hooks him in a body clutch and looks to attempt an exploder suplex, only for Ash to block the move with a pair of brutal reverse elbows to the back of Mike’s head, leaving him slightly dazed. As Mike staggers in a circle, holding the back of his head from the shots, Ash pauses for a second to gather his wits about him, then lifts Mike off the canvas and drops him across his out-stretched left knee for an inverted atomic drop, sending pain shooting through Ash’s body.

Nikki: “What an idiot.. he hit a move onto his bad knee!”

As Ash drops down to one foot, cradling his left knee in agony, Mike shrugs off the prior move and backs himself into the far ropes, gathering momentum for his next move, then rebounds and looks to kick ‘The KoopaManiac’ in the chest, only for Ash to suddenly lunge up from his feet and explode in Mike’s face with an Axe Bomber, leaving both men down on the canvas.

Steven: The Ash Bomber!! His version of the Axe Bomber lariat! Ash Koopa just smashed Mike Lane in the face and practically decapitated him in the process!”

Nikki: “Yeah, it looked painful. But now, both guys are down..”

Steven: “And it looks as though the referee is going to count both men out. We could have a double knock-out right here..”


With both wrestlers face-down on the canvas, the referee crouches down checks on their conditions, then stands upright and initiates the ten count for a double knock-out.
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- TWO -
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Steven: “They both look pretty lifeless right now..”

Nikki: “Ash blew all of his energy in that last move, and well, I think he just knocked Mike out cold with it..”


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Becoming aware of the count, the two men begin to stir on the canvas and as Ash rolls over onto his back, Mike pushes against the mat and meekly looks around the ring for his opponent.
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Slowly, Mike crawls across the canvas and gets himself to the ropes, then begins to pull himself to his feet, whilst on the opposite side of the ring; Ash desperately tries to push against the mat to get himself up.
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- SEVEN -
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As Mike makes it to his vertical base, Ash manages to get to one foot and begins shaking his fists violently, prompting a mass of cheers from the Reading crowd.

Nikki: “He’s doing that thing again, Steve..”

Steven: “He’s Koopin’ Up, Nikki! This is going to be the real momentum changer in the match now, because Ash is about to turn the tide in his favour!”


Mike makes it to his feet and breaks the count, then rushes across the ring and looks to land a haymaker on ‘The KoopaManiac’, only for Ash to get to his feet and point an accusing finger, causing Mike to stagger backward in confused shock. As ‘The KoopaManiac’ slowly stumbles toward him, Mike gathers his wits and throws a big right hand at his opponent, only for Ash to block the shot and grab a handful of Mike’s hair, before pelting him with a quick burst of three forearms to the jaw. Still holding onto Mike’s hair, Ash quickly leads him across the ring to the far corner and slams his opponent face-first into the top turnbuckle pad, causing Mike to quickly stumble away and stagger around the ring in a daze.

Steven: “What a shot! Ash just tried to cave Mike’s face in..”

As Mike staggers in a dazed circle, Ash quickly adjusts the padding on his left knee, then scoops Mike up from the canvas and throws him down in the centre of the ring for a body slam. With Mike down and out on the canvas, Ash launches himself into the ropes and as he rebounds, Ash jumps up into the air and crashes down on Mike with a leg drop across his throat, then quickly rolls on top of his opponent and makes the pin.
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Steven: HUGE LEG DROP!!! It’s all over for Mike Lane!”

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Nikki: “What a bunch of crap this is..”

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NO!! KICK-OUT!!
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Steven: “Oh dear God! Mike Lane just kicked out of The Ultimate Leg Drop of Doom! That move has beat some of the biggest stars this business has ever seen, and Mike Lane actually kicked out of it!”

Nikki: “The ultimate disrespect, Steve! Mike isn’t going down to a pathetic move like that..”

Steven: “He almost did, though. Mike Lane was barely an eighth of a second away from losing to Ash Koopa right there!”


With a look of shock on his face, Ash stares out at the crowd and rubs at his eyes, then pinches himself in the arm in a bid to understand what just happened. Slowly, Ash gets to his feet and looks down at Mike, then pulls down both of the straps on his red singlet and draws his thumb across his throat to signal the end for his opponent.

Steven: “The straps are down, Nikki! This is it for Mike..”

Nikki: “You said that about the leg drop..”


Ash slowly pulls Mike up from the mat and tries to force him into a standing headscissor, only for Mike to perform a double leg takedown on ‘The KoopaManiac’, then hook his right leg and execute a spinning toe hold, before falling backward into the Figure Four leg lock, putting pressure on the left knee.

Steven: “The Figure Four! Mike’s got the Figure Four leg lock on Ash’s bad knee and he’s in the centre of the ring! This can’t be good at all..”

Furiously battling the pain of the Figure Four, Ash flails his arms around in a bid to roll himself over and reverse the hold, whilst Mike sits watching his opponent with a grin on his face. As the referee checks on Ash’s condition, ‘The KoopaManiac’ continues flailing his arms, desperately trying to reach the ropes, only for Mike to begin bouncing on the mat to temporarily increase the pressure of the hold. Still trying to fight the pain, Ash tilts his body to the left in an attempt to roll over, then suddenly snaps back to the right and almost flips Mike onto his stomach, only for Mike to get his hands out and block the move. To add to the pressure, Mike grabs Ash’s left foot and applies a modified anklelock, torquing the leg even more awkwardly than before.

Steven: “Right now, Ash Koopa is experiencing excruciating pain and I’m honestly shocked he hasn’t submitted to Mike Lane’s Figure Four hold..”

Nikki: “He’s stupid! Ash would rather destroy his knee than give in..”


As the crowd begin chanting and cheering in support of their hometown hero, Ash slowly slumps backward to the canvas to relieve the pressure, only for the referee to count his shoulders down.
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Ash quickly sits back up to avoid getting pinned and begins roaring in anger, then pushes himself off the mat and rolls to his left, causing Mike’s body to move along with him. As Ash looks to roll onto his stomach, Mike pushes his hands against the mat and pushes himself onto his back to block the attempt, then begins laughing in Ash’s face. Again, Ash lets out an angry roar and pushes off the mat to roll over, then slumps to his side and desperately claws at the mat for the ropes.

Steven: “Just give it in, Ash. Please..”

As Ash’s clawing begins to slow, the referee drops to his knees beside ‘The KoopaManiac’ and checks on his condition, prompting the crowd to resume their chants in support. With a sudden burst of energy, fuelled by the fans, Ash stretches his right arm out and tries clawing his way to the ropes, then stops and lays prone on the left side of his body. Then, the referee signals for the bell to end the match.

Kevin: “Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of the match, by a technical knock-out, MIKE LANE!!

Wanting to make a statement, Mike continues to apply the hold as the PA hits with “Worm” and the Reading fans begin booing heavily. Mike releases the Figure Four as the referee pulls at his legs, then gets to his feet and pushes the referee down to the mat, before making his way over to the corner and climbing onto the middle turnbuckle pad. Staring out at the booing fans, a smirk creeps across Mike’s face and he throws his arms out to the side, holding the pose for a few seconds, before jumping back down to the canvas.

Steven: “What a smug son of a bitch! Mike has probably destroyed Ash’s knee and he’s gloating about it..”

Nikki: “With good reason, too. He’s crippled Ash Koopa on his debut and in front of his hometown fans. Ash’s friends and family are out here tonight in the Madjeski Stadium and they just watched him crash and burn..”

Steven: “That’s harsh. But to be fair, Mike Lane has made one Hell of a huge impact on his debut here in the Action Wrestling League and no-one can ignore that fact..”


As Mike makes his exit from the ring, another referee runs down the ramp and slides into the squared circle, helping the match official to sit Ash up from the canvas. Carefully, the two referees lead Ash to the ropes and roll him out to the ring apron, then climb out of the ring and help him to his feet on the ringside mats. Slowly, the crowd get to their feet and begin applauding ‘The KoopaManiac’, prompting him to push the two referees aside and salute the cheering fans.

Steven: “What a great sign of respect these fans are showing to the man who wrestled here in Reading for twelve years solid. A true legend in this town..”

Slowly, Ash begins making his way up the ramp for the backstage area, carefully limping on his left leg, only for the knee to suddenly buckle, resulting in Ash falling forward onto the steel walkway. Refusing the help of the referees, Ash slowly crawls up the ramp, whilst Mike watches from the top of stage, laughing at his opponent as we fade..
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The scene opens up in a hotel room, and the man from the locker room now sits on a chair. He stares at a small rectangle box sitting on the table. "Ashes To Ashes" by David Bowie plays in the background.

Man: Time And Again I Tell Myself...
I'll Stay Clean Tonight


The man, shaking slightly turns his head from the table, looking out the window.

Man: But The Little Green Wheels Are Following Me...

As this is said, a car pulls into the parking lot.

Man: Oh No, Not Again...
I'm Stuck With A Valuable Friend.


The man turns back to the object on the table. He shakes a little more. The man looks at the window, more specifically at his reflection in it. The music cuts out and the man speaks the next line.

Man: I'm Happy, Hope You're Happy Too.

A knock at the door brings the music back on.

Man: One Flash Of Light,
But No Smoking Pistol.


The man sighs before looking at the door and saying something, though we do not hear it due to the music. The door opens as the scene fades to black. White letters appear on the screen, doing the Star-Wars manner of crossing the screen.

"My mother said...
To get things done...
You'd better not mess with Major Tom.
It's a losing battle...
People laugh at you...
When you stand strong...
In a battle no one...
Not even you...
Believes you can win...
But the stars still look different.
The action man believes in me...
I want that axe, to break this ice...
I wanna come down right now...
I'm sure you've heard the rumors...
From ground control...
I have that axe, to break this ice...
I'm gonna come down right now..."


The scene fades away.
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The arena begins to cheer as "Hey Now" by Tantric begins to blare over the PA and Greg Cherry then steps out from behind the curtain. Cherry soaks in the cheers for a moment, before raising his arms high into the air to pop the crowd even more, as he then heads down towards the ring.

Steven: Well, Nikki, its now time for perhaps what could be one of our more intense matches of the evening. Where some of our newly acquired superstars face off against each other in what looks to be a very unique Triple Threat Match. Tonight, during this 3-Way Dance, the only way to win will be to be the first man to successfully hit his finishing move on an opponent. We’ve got Greg Cherry, a smaller man of 5 foot 10 and 115 pounds, a wiry little man, taking on Eric ‘E-Bomb’ Smiles, a man of 6 feet 6 inches tall with a knack for powerful strikes and noted for his speed. These two men will also be facing off against Keith Williams, a man who I personally think is out of his damn mind! He claims to be THE savior, and this is supposedly his 2nd coming. Only time will time.

Nikki: Bah! After one look at these fools it seems pretty obvious to me that if Keith is the Messiah, he ought to nail himself back on his cross and take these two nobodies with him!

Steven: Nikki!


As Cherry enters the ring, the arena begins to send out massive boo's as "Jesus Walks Remix" by Kanye West ft. Mase begins to blare over the PA, and Keith Williams then steps out onto the stage. Williams just gives a knowing, cocky, smirk to the crowd before then making his way down to the ring. As he does so; Williams motions several times that he is going to ‘break’ both men in half and claim victory.

Nikki: Here comes the Outstanding, Perfect, AWL Superstar himself. Keith Williams! You know, for weeks now on the Internet it has been said that he is destined to not only win this match tonight but that he intends on becoming the next AWL World Champion. And I, for one, believe it’s certainly possible. I mean look at that young man, he has World Championship material written all over him! He only has 3 hurdles he needs to jump, 2 of them are in this match tonight, and the last one is the AWL champion himself.

Steven: Well, Nikki, I don't know about that. He is a very gifted athlete, this is true, but it is hard to say if he will for a fact become the next Champion. After all, Chill is the current Number One Contender – and from what I hear he isn’t too pleased with having to wrestle in the Final Countdown match tonight instead of headlining the card against Slambo. At the very least it is clear to see that Keith Williams has developed very high opinion of himself, as well what may be a very unhealthy obsession with ‘Christ’. We'll see if Williams can walk out of this match with his hand held high...


Suddenly the arena leaps to their feet in cheers as the lights in the arena go out. A loud explosions goes off over the PA and Blue Pyros fill the stage!

[align=center]"Fortune Fame!
Mirror Vain!
Gone Insane!
But the Memory Remains!"[/align]

Cigarette Lighters quickly begin to ignite in the arena as "The Memory Remains" by Metallica begins along with simulated "thunder and lightning." On the entrance platform, a large spotlight breaks the darkness from above. In the circle of light is Eric Smiles with head lowered taking some large breaths of air, His head snaps up and Eric Smiles begins to ominously walk toward the ring as the arena lights slowly begin to return.

Steven: And here he comes, Nikki, the man who will complete the circle in this Triple Threat.

Nikki: Bah, Eric Smiles may have gotten lucky by surviving his birth, but he is going to have one hell of a time in trying to win this match tonight against the likes of Williams and Cherry. This will be another huge test for each of these men to overcome...

Steven: Well, Nikki, lets see what happens next. As Eric Smiles has now entered the ring and the ring bell has sounded to start this match...


Quickly all three men in the ring start to circle each other, quickly glancing back and forth at each other, uncertain of which person will be the first to act....

After a few moments Williams turns out to be the first person to act as he charges towards Eric Smiles, ducks under a clothesline from E-Bomb, and heads into near ropes. Williams then rebounds off the ropes, attempts to hit Eric Smiles with a clothesline of his own, yet Eric Smiles ducks out of the way at the last second. Cherry then comes out of nowhere though and arm drags Williams down to the mat. Cherry then quickly gets back to his feet, but not quick enough to turn around, as Eric Smiles then comes out of nowhere to grab hold of him from behind. Eric Smiles quickly attempts to hit Cherry with a German Suplex, yet Cherry manages to block the move, before managing to work his way behind Eric Smiles. Cherry then pushes Eric Smiles towards the far ropes. Eric Smiles leaps over Williams, who is laying flat on his belly on the mat, before hitting the ropes. Eric Smiles then rebounds off, ducks under a leap frogging Williams, before then taking Cherry down with a strong shoulder block. As soon as Cherry hits the mat though, Williams grab onto Eric Smiles, spin him around, boots him in the stomach and goes to lift him up for a package pile driver!

No! Eric Smiles quickly drops to a knee and socks Keith in the groin!!!

Steven: Wow! We are starting this match out with a bang, Nikki!

As Eric Smiles rolls away from Williams who grips his manhood in intense pain, Cherry manages to come up from behind, and spins him around. Cherry drives a punch into Williams's face, driving the man back a step, before Cherry then grabs onto Williams’s wrist and whips him hard into the far turnbuckles. Williams instantly slumps down to one knee, clutching his back, and yelling out in pain...

Cherry then turns around to turn his focus back on Smiles, before then realizing that Eric Smiles is already on his feet, and rushing into the near ropes behind Cherry. As soon as Eric Smiles rebounds off the ropes he leaps into the air and hits Cherry with a flying clothesline that drives him straight into the mat. Eric Smiles quickly gets back to his feet as soon as he lands on the mat, before spinning around, and driving down several boots into the prone body of Cherry. Eric Smiles then quickly rushes into the adjacent near ropes, rebounds off, and hits Cherry with a lightning quick leg drop. Eric Smiles then slowly gets back to his feet, pulling Cherry up with him, and motions to go for a DDT...

Yet, suddenly, Williams is on his feet and charging out of the corner towards Eric Smiles! Williams takes Eric Smiles down with a massive clothesline, as Cherry goes for a ride as well as he is driven into the mat head first as well since Eric Smiles still held onto Cherry's head for the DDT. The arena instantly pops at the sight of the move!

Steven: Oh my...!!!

Nikki: That was friggen amazing!!


Williams stumbles over to the ropes for a moment, still favoring his groin a little, as Eric Smiles rolls to his side to try to shake free the cobwebs forming in his head, as Cherry is barely moving on the mat at all. Williams waits a moment, waiting for Eric Smiles to fully get to his feet, before rushing into the near adjacent ropes behind Eric Smiles. Williams rebounds off the ropes, leaps into the air, and drives Eric Smiles face first down into the mat with a bulldog! As Eric Smiles then rolls to his back, Williams gets back to his feet, before then rushing into the near corner. Williams leaps onto the 2nd turnbuckle, before leaping off, and driving a flying elbow down into Eric Smiles. Williams places Eric’s head between his legs and seems to be going for the pile driver again!

No! Eric Smiles manages to escape once again! Eric slides between Williams’s legs, yet Keith fires a stiff boot into Eric’s lower back and then driving down several punches into E-Bomb's face! Williams drops to a knee for a quick breath and then slowly gets back to his feet, pulling Eric Smiles up with him, before then hooking his arm around Williams's neck, and then lifting him into the air...

Steven: It appears that Williams is trying to hit Eric Smiles with a stalling suplex he....

Nikki: OH MY JESUS DAMN!

Steven: Oh My God!! As Williams Was Holding Eric Smiles Up In That Stalling Suplex, Greg Cherry Came Out Of Nowhere, And Drove His Shoulder Into The Back Of Williams's Knee For A Chop Block!! Both Williams and Eric Smiles just collapsed in the middle of that ring in a heap!!


The arena once again cheers at the sight of the move, before quickly going into a "Holy Shit!" chant, as Cherry slowly gets to his feet. Cherry grabs the body closest to him, which is Eric Smiles, and quickly lifts him to his feet. Cherry drives a knee into Eric Smiles's gut, doubling Eric Smiles over, before then placing him in a face lock, without wasting any more time Cherry motions for his finisher, The Cherry Pit Neck Breaker!

No! Eric Smiles managed to push out of it, sending Greg into to ropes. Greg grabs onto the ropes and shakes his head in frustration, before then going back after Eric Smiles, yet Smiles manages to get some life in him though, and drives a hard elbow into Cherry's gut, followed by another one, driving him back a step. Eric Smiles then bolts into the near ropes, rebounds off them, before is suddenly caught by Cherry with a belly to belly suplex! Eric Smiles slowly struggles to his feet, yet Cherry is quickly there to capitalize and drives Smiles to the mat with a vicious shot to the temple, he then quickly goes for his version of the Rings of Saturn, the Cherry Stem – yet just before he could apply his Dragon Sleeper, the attempt was broken up by Williams at the very last second!!

Williams roughly pulls Cherry to his feet, yet once halfway to his feet Cherry tosses Williams to the mat with a firemans carry. Williams quickly gets back to his feet, and turns to face Cherry, yet Cherry quickly grabs onto both of the bigger mans arms and flings him overhead for a double arm Suplex! Cherry then sends Williams to the mat with a backdrop face buster. Cherry slowly gets back to his feet, pulling Williams back to his feet as well, before Williams reaches out to grab onto Cherry and hits an inverted atomic drop! Cherry screams out in pain as he hops around the ring a little bit as he grips his family jewels. Williams quickly shakes free the cobwebs that have formed in his brain before grabbing onto Cherry's wrist and hitting a powerful short arm clothesline. Williams then lifts Cherry back to his feet before then sending him down into the mat with a very impressive looking russian leg sweep.

Williams then gets back to his feet, looks over his shoulder, and sees that Eric Smiles is slowly getting to his feet with help from the ropes behind him. Williams then turns around, charges towards Eric Smiles, before then clotheslining Eric Smiles over the top rope to the outside. Williams then turns his attention back to Cherry, as Williams rushes over, and drives down a double knee drop into Cherry's skull. Williams then roughly pulls Cherry to his feet, drives a knee into his gut, before then placing him in a standing headscissor's, and...

Nikki: HOLY HELL!!!

Steven: Oh My!! Williams Just Hit Cherry With A Powerful Crossarm Sit-out Powerbomb there! Now’s his chance! All he’s got to do is nail that Package Piledriver and the match is all his!

Nikki: Oh my God! Greg Cherry is out cold! He's busted wide open Steve! He's busted the Cherry Steve!!!

Steven: Now that's just SICK Nikki!!! But seriously who didn't hear that one coming?!?!


Williams leaps to his feet, and celebrates for a brief moment that he hit the powerbomb, before remembering that this match isn't over yet. Williams turns to face the side of the ring where he last clotheslined Eric Smiles over the top rope to the outside, only to see Eric Smiles sitting on the top rope! Eric then leaps off, and hits Williams with a flying cross body! Williams hits the mat in heap! Eric Smiles slowly gets back to his feet, stumbles over to Williams, and drives down a powerful kick into Williams's back as he rolls onto his side. Eric Smiles then lifts Williams up and hits a powerful backbreaker! Eric Smiles slowly gets back to his feet, pulling Williams up with him, before then attempting to whip him into the far ropes. Yet Williams manages to reverse the momentum though, and drive a hard knee into Eric Smiles's gut, before then giving Eric a swinging neckbreaker. Williams then drops down a standing elbow drop over Eric Smiles's chest before attempting to hook Eric into the Anaconda Vice, yet Eric barely OH SO barely slips his arm around Keith’s and pushes off escaping the lock.

Williams screams out in frustration now, before gripping Eric by the hair and sending a thunderous shot to the mouth! Keith continues driving in a few more punches into Eric Smiles's head, before then slowly lifting Eric Smiles back to his feet. Yet, as Eric Smiles gets to his feet, Eric Smiles drives a stiff elbow into Williams's nose. Keith instantly stumbles back several steps, before Eric Smiles reaches out, grabs hold of Keith, and...

Nikki: GOOD GOD!!!

Steven: E-MAZING!!!! Eric Smiles Just Hit Keith Williams With his version of the Complete Shot!!! WE HAVE A WINNER!!!


The arena leaps to their feet in cheers as Eric Smiles rolls off Williams and takes a few moment to regain not only his breath, but his senses, before then slowly getting to his feet. Once Eric Smiles gets to his feet the referee raises Eric’s hand, which Eric Smiles beats his chest with his free hand, being overwhelmed with pride, before holding both fists high into the air! The arena explodes for Eric Smiles!

Steven: Folks, don't go anywhere, as our Semi Main Event is up next!!!
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Jensen is standing in the middle of the ring. Suddenly the arena goes dark and except for the cage being lit. The cage slowly lowers along with the bird cage with Clara inside. The cage lands in the floor, the lights come on and Jensen is looking up at Clara and laughing.

The lights slowly dim down until the arena is all black. Rainbow strobe lights begin to randomly flash all over the crowd when suddenly the sound of a Carnival Organ plays roughly over the PA, a very brief silence is heard followed by the voices of two little girls singing “Jesus Loves the Little Children… All the Children of the World…” Large multi-colored flames erupt all over the stage, and out from the curtain and onto the runway staggers Slambo the Clown, making a very poor attempt at break dancing whilst the sick melodies of White Zombie plague the air. Over his shoulder he carry’s a black burlap sack filled with loads of assorted “Clown” weaponry. Slambo walks threw the cage door and drops the sack on the outside of the ring. The outside ref grabs a chain and locks the door up.

Nikki: Jensen is so gonna get his ass kicked in this one.

[align=center]Bird Cage Match[/align]
[align=center]Slambo The Clown vs. John Jensen[/align]

The ref signals for the bell and Slambo charges at Jensen. Jensen high tails it and slides out of the ring. Slambo follows. As Slambo’s feet touch the ground Jensen gets back in the ring. Slambo slides in and Jensen runs to the opposite side and slides out once again. Slambo runs and falls to his side to slide out. Jensen dives in the ring and as he gets to his feet Slambo grabs his ankle and yanks him down. Jensens face whiplashes off of the mat.

Steven: That will teach Jensen for caging Slambo’s girlfriend in a cage.

Slambo rips Jensen out of the ring and Jensen hit’s the outside mat hard. His head ricochets off the mat. Slambo grabs him by the hair and pulls him up to his feet. Slambo grabs Jensen by the arm and whips him with all his might towards the steel ring steps. Jensen nails them hard with his knee. Jensen buckles and flips over the steps.

Nikki: That had to hurt!

Slambo looks underneath the ring and finds a chair that has been left from the Guinup/Gilmour match earlier in the evening. Jensen starts to crawl away on his hands and knees as Slambo stalks him with chair in hand. Slambo gets behind Jensen and yells BOO! Jensen turns around and is met by the taste of cold hard steel. Jensen falls back and looks knocked out. Slambo sets up the chair and takes a seat. Slambo crosses his arms. After a few seconds of Jensen not moving, Slambo mouths “Common now”. Jensen finally rolls over and gets to his hands and knees. Slambo gets up from his seat and gives Jensen a running soccer kick to the rips. Jensen rolls over and clenches his rips in pain.

Steven: Slambo is really making Jensen pay for this one. If he wanted he could end this right now.

Nikki: Now why would Slambo want to do something stupid like that?? He’s going to take this opportunity for everything its worth. Kinda like your ex-wife did to you hey Steven.

Steven: I uhhh don’t want to get into that.


Jensen makes it to the cage wall and starts to pull himself up. Slambo grabs Jensen and tosses him into the cage. Jensen springs back and Slambo hooks him and brings him down with a devastating german suplex.

Steven: Holly crap. They actually used a wrestling move in this one folks.

Slambo grabs Jensen by the hair and hauls him back over to the cage wall. Slambo smashes Jensen’s face into the steel mesh. Slambo smashes Jensen’s face into the mesh a few more times before finally cheese grating his face. Seconds into it, Jensen is donning a crimson mask. Slambo now picks Jensen up and toss him onto his shoulders. Slambo takes a few steps back then charges the cage. Jensen’s forehead ricochets of the cage then Slambo turns and tosses him back into the ring.

Nikki: Man is Slambo ever taking it to Jensen.

Steven: What the heck is Slambo grabbing now??


Slambo reaches under he ring and grabs a table. Slambo hauls it out then slides it into the ring. Slambo goes to slide into the ring but stops. He strokes his chin then nods his head. Slambo looks under the ring then comes out with a big red stop sign. Slambo tosses it into the ring then slides in. Jensen starts to move so Slambo bashes him in the face with the stop sign to render him unconscious once again. Slambo grabs the table and sets it up and pushes it right up to the turnbuckle. Slambo grabs Jensen and rolls him onto the table so his head it facing the middle of the ring. Slamb now grabs the stop sign and sets it onto Jensen’s chest. Slambs crawls threw the ropes and moves along the apron to the turnbuckle. Slambo climbs to the top and the crowd all get on there feet. Slambo jumps off and nails the Whoopee Cushion onto the stop sign. Jensen crumples threw the table as the crowd start to chant “A-W-L!! A-W-L!!”

Nikki: Jensen’s lungs had to have collapsed on that one.

Slambo stands up and starts to talk some trash to the lifeless body of Jensen. Slambo then slides out of the ring and slides under the ring. You can hear stuffing being tossed around and clanged and banged. After a minute of so Slambo emerges on the other side of the ring. He gets up and shrugs his shoulders. Slambo starts to rip the steel steps apart but once again no luck. Slambo now starts to rip up all the mats. As Slambo is doing that Jensen slowly gets up to his feet. He walks over to the turnbuckle Slambo jumped off of. Jensen grabs a plastic cap that is on top of the turnbuckle and pulls it off. He puts his hand inside and pulls out a black rope with a key on the end. Jensen slides out of the ring and walks over to the door. Jensen sticks the key inside the lock and turns it. CLICK.

Steven: Jensen has got past the first stage.

He opens the door and Slambo sees it out of the corner of his eye. Slambo gets to his feet and charges at the door as Jensen slams it on his face. Slambo stumbles back and gives Jensen enough time to re-lock the door. Slambo regains his composure and notices the lock. Slambo grabs the mesh of the door and starts to yank on it to break it open but to no avail. Jensen takes a step back and starts to do a horrible jig.

Nikki: Since when did we become Dancing With The Retards??

Steven: Hey its Dancing With The Stars. Stacy Keibler from the WWE did very well on that show.

Nikki: Once again. What the fuck is this WWE?? Didn’t your mom tell you not to drink the bong water when you were younger?

Steven: Hey I don’t do drugs. They are bad for you.

Nikki: Your mother must have been smoking whiskey, drinking glue and huffin crack to have a child as stupid as you.

Steven: Don’t you drink whiskey, huff glue and smoke crack?

Nikki: Ya. But the other way shows how stupidity runs threw your family tree.


Jensen flips Slambo the finger and begins his climb to the top of the cage. Slambo grabs a steel chair and starts violently swinging at the door. Nothing. He grabs half of the steel steps, runs then launches them at the door. Once again nothing. Jensen gets to the top and Carla is freaking out and shaking the cage. Jensen walks up and takes the key and inserts it into the lock. Jensen steps back and once again does a little dance. Jensen stops then blows Clara a kiss. Jensen now walks up to the cage to unlock the lock. Clara pulls here fist back then nails Jensen in the nose with a viscous right hand. Jensen falls backwards giving Clara time to take the key out and drop it threw the mesh to the ring below. Clara yells at Slambo. Slambo looks around and sees the key. Slambo grabs it and unlocks the door. Slambo climbs the cage and gets on the top. Jensen gets up and Slambo grabs him by the hair and hauls him over to the edge of the cage facing the announcers table.

Steven: He cant!! He wont!!!

Nikki: Oh he can. And he will.


Jensen starts to plead to Slambo but he doesn’t even acknowledge it. Slambo grabs Jensen and tosses him onto his shoulders. Jensen starts kicking and screaming like a 5 year old girl. Slambo smiles then launches Jensen into the air. Jensen falls to the ground and goes threw the announcers table on the way down. Slambo turns around and walks over to the bird cage. Slambo inserts the key ad unlocks the lock. He opens the door and Clara jumps out and into Slambo’s arms.

Kevin: Your winner SLAMBO THE CLOWN!!!!

Steven: Well Slambo got it down folks. Wait what the hell is this??


Clara starts to climb down the cage when suddenly The Model Youth come running down the ramp. They start to climb the cage. Slambo instructs Clara to get down and that he will take care of this. Slambo stands in the middle of the ring as The Model Youth get to the top. One member on both sides of him. They charge and Slambo ducks Leon but gets clobbered by Chase. Both Leon and Chase start to lay the boots to Slambo when suddenly Fox Strife comes running from the back. As Strife climbs the cage, The Model Youth bring Slambo to his feet then hit him with a double suplex. As they both get up Strife jumps them with a double clothesline. Strife starts to lay the boots to Leon as Slambo starts to get to his feet. Slambo picks up Chase and then kicks him in the knee. Chase falls to his knees. Slambo winds up and hits him with a Buzzsaw kick to the face. Fox Strife grabs Leon and power bombs him.

Steven: Well Slambo and Fox Strife took care of those two. Wait!! Who is this???

A man who has never been on AWL TV comes running from the back. Fox Strife and Slambo stand there puzzled. The man climbs the cage. Once on top he walks up to both men. He extends his hands out as if to congratulate them. Slambo and Strife look confused but reluctantly extend there hand to shake his. As they do that the guys jumps out and hits them with a double clothesline. Strife pops back up only to be met by a Yakuza Kick. Slambo gets up and the man instantly power bombs him. Strife once again gets up and the unknown man grabs him and fisherman suplexes him to the mesh. Slambo gets up and the guy suplexes him as well. Neither Slambo or Strife are moving. The man stands in the middle of the cage and raises both arms into the air.

Steven: Who the heck is that??

Nikki: I don’t know but he just laid out two of the top guys in the AWL.

Steven: Who the hell is he?!?!?!?!?!
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